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It figures. It just figures. The one time he goes out without Josh, Kevin gets stabbed through the side. They're relatively sure that nothing important was damaged, but the knights can't touch him. One's already lost a glove to Kevin's power, and who knows when they'll be able to get to Josh.

"Your Highness, we need to keep moving -" Sir Julian says, scowling as they come upon a village.

"We keep moving and he's going to bleed to death," the heavily helmeted Lady Sooraya points out. "Perhaps this village has a healer?" She suggests, looking around.

Julian snorts. "Healer or not, how are they -"

Kevin falls off his horse, stopping all talking. One of the other knights, smaller than the other two jumps down. "I'm alright." He tries to reassure.

"Julian!" The knight on the ground snaps. "Ride ahead into the village. See if they have someone." He nods and knees his horse heading toward the village. "Sooraya, get over to that house and see if they have a cart. Buy it if you have to." She snaps out orders, her metal gloves holding Kevin still. "Stay still, Your Highness. We'll get you somewhere safe."

He swallows and nods. He knows his side is bleeding again. He knows that he's been losing blood pretty steadily since they had been attacked by the small troupe of bandits. He closes his eyes, only to have his shoulder shaken. "Don't you dare pass out on me." She snaps at him.

"Not trying to." He whispers, as he fights to keep his eyes open. "J, ride for Josh. Soo and Julian got me."

"Not yet. I'm going to get you to a healer first." She says, stubbornly. "Besides, the King will have our heads if we let you die. I like my head." She looks up as someone approaches. "Stand and explain yourself." She says, getting to her feet and resting a hand on her sword.

bostonhowler

Brigid fidgets. She can't help it. She fidgets with her mother's necklace trying not to ruin the lace she's stuck in. Around her, women are giggling and talking about how lucky she is. How handsome her soon to be husband is.

Yes, that's all well and good, but nothing that she cares about. Looks mean nothing. She needs someone kind, gentle, generous, patient.

She sighs, not turning from the window, where she's watching the world go by as her hair and dress are fiddled within an inch of their life.

Hearing her Alpha coming, she turns for the door, much to the tutting of the woman trying to finish the skirt of her dress. Still, as he walks in the room, the giggling stops, and the room fills with his presence, and the woman find somewhere else to be. Thankfully. She's tired of them. She turns fully and bows her head in respect for her Alpha.

"No need to look so dreadful, Brigid." He says, taking her hands in his huge ones. He's a farmer, through and through and his power comes from the Wolves under his control. And here he's forging an alliance for the Pack, for protection, for... reasons she doesn't know, because unlike most Alphas when given a History Keeper, he shares nothing with her. Probably so she can't challenge him. She's also being sent away because of that. He wants no challenge to his word, and having her in the Pack brings a problem. "He's a good man. He'll take care of you, and you have the name of the Alpha?"

"Yes, Uncle." She says, her voice soft and respectful. She wants to scream at him, to challenge him, to tell him he can't do this to her. To point out that he's sending away the one person who could keep him from being challenged! But she won't. She will bite her tongue. There's nothing left for her here anyway. Her best friend has gone away. Her parents died years ago. She's the only one left. And while she is part of the Pack, since Marcal had started this campaign to marry her off, they've treated her different, treated her as Other.

"Good, now." He says, smiling. "Let's get you married."

She follows him out of the room, to her future.

She doesn't remember the actual ceremony. Just the cheer from both her people and his when they are announced as a married couple. Standing in the new bedroom, where she'll live she stares out the window, playing with her mother's necklace. She turns, hearing her new husband. At least they'd taken her hair down, so the red curls fall to mid back, instead of constrained in that utterly ridiculous hairstyle they'd made her wear, even if they'd left her in the lace and utterly impractical dress that she'd been forced into. She jerks her chin up, unwilling to bow to anyone again. Marcal had done enough of that to her. "Is everyone satisfied that we are well and truly wed?" She asks, managing to not sound bitter.

bostonhowler

She stood, in her wedding dress, alone. Looking out over the gardens, she can hear people in the halls, discussing her new marriage. She's sure the bridegroom will join her. She turns from her contemplation of the gardens. Slowly, she reaches up and begins the arduous task of taking down her mane of hair. She wonders when - what was his name? Oh by the gods she doesn't even know her new husband's name.

She sighs and takes another pin out. Several clatter onto the dresser as she looks in the mirror.

"For the good of the Packs."

"For the good of the Packs." She twists a curl of her hair around a finger. She'd married this man for the good of the Packs, so that they can be protected.

"For the protection of the pups."

She hears the echo of her Alpha's words, swirling around in her mind.

Still, she can smell and hear the man coming down the hallway. She turns to the door, bright red hair around her shoulders. She curtsies deeply to the man that she'd married - the Prince, but for the life of her she couldn't remember his name.

"Remember, Brigid, you're going to be okay." Her Alpha's soft voice floats up from downstairs, but she doesn't move. He'd sold her to this Prince. She's not sure she's willing to listen to him right now.

sensitiveapple

Misa wanders around the castle on Mustafar, a little awed, a little bored, and more than a little scared. She's in the castle of a man whom she doesn't know, who plucked her out of obscurity on Cantonica and brought her here for reasons that he hasn't explained, and she's, frankly, too scared to ask.

Her fingers brush over the cool walls of the castle as she continues wandering through her little corner of the castle. She was given very strict orders to not break the line of where she could and could not go. She isn't going to defy those orders. Misa generally doesn't defy orders. It had always earned her a slap before, and having touched Lord Vader's gloved hands, she's pretty sure his slaps would hurt more.

She'd been given a small library and has spent hours upon hours in it. There's more history in it than she'd thought possible. She doesn't know if Lord Vader likes history too, or if she'd just been lucky.

She stops, her hand hovering over the door handle to the library. Sighing, she just lets herself in, and scoops up the PADD that she'd been reading on last night, when Jocko had finally come to force her to bed. She hadn't wanted to go, engrossed as she was in the Clone Wars. Except this history had been different. It had been... it had felt far more truthful, than anything else she'd read about the Clone Wars.

Finding her corner, filled with pillows that she'd found in various rooms in her part of the castle, she snuggles in and gets completely engrossed, very quickly.

It takes someone saying her name more than once to make her hear it. When she does, her eyes widen and she scrambles to her feet. Then she dips a very proper curtsey. "My apologies, I was engrossed in the reading."

bostonhowler

☽✩ the werewolf pack (au) romance meme ✩☾

There are many supernatural beings that congregate in groups for survival or protection or just for companionship, not unlike humans. Witches have covens. Vampires have nests. But none of those have connections that can compare to the bond of a werewolf pack.

You should know. You're part of one, either born a werewolf or turned. For humans, blood is thicker than water; for wolves, the pack is to the bone. Of course, with humans, romantic relationships can complicate closeness of other sorts. That's not the case with werewolf pairings, as they tend to grow out of natural pack dynamics and are viewed as just another facet of life. The only difference is that werewolves tend to treat relationships, even potential would-be-mates, with extreme seriousness.

After all, you'll fight for your pack, so you'll fight for your mate, won't you?

✩ how to play ✩
☾ Comment with your character, preference, and information!
☽ Reply to others.
☾ RNG. Also, please note that while the words "alpha" et al. are used, this isn't a meme for that AU.

( Prompts )

the_gardens_apple

Canto Bight sparkles like a jewel in the night. Patrons of the various casinos flow through the street, a glittering stream of color and noise. Species of many stripes wander along, finding delights and temptations everywhere.

Here and there, a figure floats out of the shadows, trying to entice a customer to pay them. Deals happen in the open, negotiations sometimes turning heated. Security walks along with their patrons, keeping off the worst of the crowding.

Close to the main casino, sitting down a somewhat quiet street is a nondescript building. Those that know where it is, always find it. Those that don't... well, then they are not proper patrons for this particular House.

Boasting of the best food in Canto, the porcine-like cook - a distant cousin of the brutal Gamorreans - rules her kitchen absolutely. Unlike most places, the droids only serve, they do none of the preparation. This means that while the food takes longer, it's well worth the wait. But the food isn't the only draw.

Dark haired, dark eyed, the Mistress of this particular brothel is well known for being welcoming, warm, and almost completely unattainable. There are those clients that are graced with her ministrations, but they say nothing about what happens in her rooms.

But then, there's a brute of a Twi'lek as the head security guard as well. His lekku trail almost to the ground and end in barbed balls that he's said to be deadly accurate with.

His dark eyes watch the Mistress playing cards with a few traders that have come to see the beauty that runs the house. They laugh when they win and she puts her hand on the winner's arm, long, false, eyelashes fluttering slightly when she blinks.

She finally excuses herself and bends over another table, speaking softly to the patrons and the courtesans entertaining them.

When the door opens, it's only the guard that sees the slight twitch in her shoulders and his gaze focuses on just who stepped in the door as the protocol droid speaks to the newcomer, "May I take your cloak, sir?"

southernreaper

Kevin loves the smell of Scotland in the morning. Even tainted by sheep dung, he loves the smell of it. Running along the road, he waves to the cow trimmer that trundles past him on the farm road, headed toward one of the dairy farms a bit away. At his side, jogs his Rottweiler, Mimsy, her tags jangling softly in time with her paws hitting the ground. "C'mon Mimsy." He picks up the pace and turns into the farm yard, headed for the little cottage he has. The owners of the sheep farm allowed him to stay there, rent free, because of the work that he put in around the farm. His small blacksmith operation, taken over from the owner's husband, brought him in a little bit of money, as did his pay from the farm. And there was the small prize money he'd won on Forged in Fire. So, he is doing alright.

He's left the XMen, New York, Georgia... all of that is behind him and he's content. He barely watches the news and only watches the local stuff when he does. There's nothing to be worried about out here.

He flips the sheep over, straddling it, and begins trimming feet, quickly and efficiently, with the other workers lining up the sheep with Mimsy's help. She woofs as a car pulls into the drive. Kevin lets the sheep go and pulls the next one over. "Jake! Go see who that is. Mary ain't back yet."

Jake nods, the youngest of the group, and goes trotting out to see who would come visit them today.

Jake with his red hair tied back and the sprinkling of freckles over his nose stops dead in his tracks, seeing the man step out of the car. "Can I help you?" He asks, his Scottish brogue thick with surprise.

Mimsy, curious, trots out to see the man who came to join them on the farm. She doesn't know him, but he looks nice! She sits next to Jake, and waits, her ears perked up.

the_gardens_apple

Freema is a treasure, and Misa will never be able to thank the cook for everything she's done over the years. Misa wanders through the kitchen, making sure everything is in order for the rush that is coming. Mistress Habani trusts her to do this.

Something cold wanders up her spine and she frowns for a moment.

"Okay?" Freema asks, beating the dough for something by hand. Freema doesn't believe in all the modern conveniences that she has at her fingertips.

"Hmm." Misa has always learned to listen to her gut feelings. That shiver? Makes her curious. She waves off Freema's concern. She's fine.

Mistress Habani comes out of her office, flicking a piece of hair back into place. "Misa, is everything ready?"

Misa curtsies. "Yes, Mistress." She's the Mistress's replacement, whenever the older woman wants to get out of the brothel business. That doesn't look to be anytime soon. "I've just to check on the guards." She explains, softly, keeping her eyes down. Only a Mistress meets everyone's eyes. It's something Misa struggles with.

"Go then." Habani waves her off.

Misa steps into the main room, looking around. Her eyes land on the loner in the corner, but she forces herself to check the guards. She flicks her fingers and a Twi'lek detaches himself from the wall. "Yes, little Mistress?"

"All is well, Jocko?" She asks, softly. She can't help but look at the loner again.

"Yes ma'am." He says, noticing her watching the man. "Go on."

She takes a deep breath and walks over. "Perhaps I can lighten your evening?" She asks, smiling.

southernreaper

Kevin is lucky. He knows that. He's a very lucky man. Twenty-five, single, a combat veteran, well-distinguished weaponsmith, rich, oh and King.

He looks down at the circlet dangling from his fingers. He's hiding. He's hiding from all the "proper young ladies" who are quite willing to do improper things if it means landing a king. Kevin wishes he could throw the damned circlet, but his loyal bodyguard, will no doubt just fetch it and hand it back to him. Luckily, he's managed to lock the bodyguard out of this room, allowing him a moment to breathe.

Damn his brother. The idiot had been driving too fast, and wrecked his car, killing himself instantly. The entire kingdom still mourned his passing, three months later. Never mind that his father had taken ill after Rafe's passing, and then finally succumbed to the heartbreak, leaving Kevin wholly unprepared to be King.

He's not officially even King yet. His coronation is still a month away. With all the pomp and circumstance surrounding it, he's amazed it won't take a year or more. But his events staff are miracle workers.

He closes his eyes, wanting nothing more than to hide out in this room.... What even is this room? It has a balcony, allowing Kevin to have fresh air, but beyond that? He hasn't got a clue. This isn't an estate he's spent much time at in his life. He much prefers the country estate in Birmingham, and the city estate in Atlanta. Other than that? He really doesn't care.

He sighs and twirls the circlet on his finger. Time to rejoin his party. Being the head of the military is easy. He was part of them, he understands them. the rest of it? He hasn't got a clue. Putting his circlet back on, he pushes himself upright and refuses to harm his family's good name, even if he wants to scream at everyone to leave him the hell alone.

He steps out of the room, closes the door and heads right back into the lion's mouth... party, whichever. Time to be the charming King-in-waiting, until he can retreat somewhere that is far more palatable, than being at the beck and call of every overeager mama that wants to marry him off, preferably to her daughter.

thelittlestbub

She steps out of the office and very, very carefully, doesn't slam the door. She wants to. She wants to slam the door and then slam her foot into it, fracturing it out of its frame. But, she doesn't. Instead, she leans against the wall and slides down it, her face in her hands.

No one, no one is listening to her! Her dads are not fine. They aren't! They wouldn't just... take off and not tell her. Oh, they'd leave her behind and go spend a weekend somewhere. But they'd leave a note, a voicemail, something.

She knows that her dads are sometimes rogues, she knows that sometimes, they don't, exactly, toe the line, but they've never done wrong by her. Even though they hadn't taken her in until she was eleven, they'd become her dads in a very, very short period of time.

She has to figure something out and find out where they are. She can't just sit here and feel sorry for herself.

Feeling her foot get bumped, she looks up from her hands, not realizing that she's been crying, until she looks at her hands. "Oh, hey." She says, miserably.

protivvyter

No prompts, just have at it.

Soulmates -

~Tattoos is preferred

Arranged Marriage -

~Any reason is cool with me!

The only character here is Bucky, keep that in mind.

protivvyter

Brothers. Soulmates. Not mutually exclusive. This is a meme for those that are soulmate brothers/sisters/siblings.

No need for prompts, just throw people here, and have at.

the_gardens_apple

Misa is waiting in the only place she can be hidden and not found on this Death Star: Lord Vader's quarters. She'd tried to meditate earlier and had been, well, poked because the Emperor would be able to find her then. She hates not having anything to do, but apparently, her nervous energy blends in with all the other nervous energy on this... horrific monstrosity.

She sighs and leans against the door, her head tilted back as she stares at the ceiling. She concentrates just enough to know that a fight has started. So. Skywalker had shown up? Good. But that doesn't mean that she's not going to help. Oh, she's not stupid enough to go marching into the throne room and trying to decapitate Palpatine - though it's tempting - but she knows that her Lord cannot survive this without her. Her visions had shown her that much, though she's not sure what to think about them.

Another sigh as she begins to pace again. She needs to get out of here, to get somewhere... Her head snaps up. Something had happened to her Lord. Something... Alarms start going off all over the Death Star and she says his orders be damned, she's not staying here. He needs her.

The entire base is in disarray. Stormtroopers and officers are running all which way. She doesn't care about them. She needs to find him. Racing down corridors that she doesn't find familiar, trailing his fading Force presence, Misa is not going to let him die. She doesn't know that she can help him, but she's going to try!

She skids around a corner, slamming into a trio of Stormtroopers that fall as she uses the Force to right herself. Palpatine is dead. She can tell that. He's dead! She stops, reorienting herself and then dashes off again, sliding around another corner. THERE! There he is. Being helped by... Who is that?

But then the guy falls, and she can't hear what he's saying to her Lord as she pounds her way through the people between them and her. She skids to her knees, just as he's reaching for the helmet. "Don't!" She says, panting. "Don't, you'll kill him!" She puts her hand on Lord Vader's shoulder. "And I'm not going to let you die." She whispers as the Force flows through her, slowly - painstakingly slowly - trying to stabilize her Lord. "We need to get him on the ship and into his bed." She says, not looking at the man who had been carrying Vader. "Please, help me." She waves at the black shuttle that is Lord Vader's private ship that they'd been headed for.

bostonhowler

It's a trope near and dear to our hearts. Arranged marriage.

Maybe it's for the family. Maybe it's for a friend. Maybe you know the person and have been expected to marry them for years. Maybe it's the wedding day and you have no clue who it is you'll be tied to for your natural life. Maybe you've been married a while, and you're just now starting your life, away from the expectations of others. Or maybe, the "others" are watching, waiting, making sure this marriage sticks.

Prompts for those who need them:

( Under here! )

southernreaper

He's leaning against the doorway. He'd been dared, by a senior X-Man of all people, to do this. Said his puppy love was getting on nerves. Damn Wolverine anyway.

He's got his hands shoved deep into his pockets and he's wearing his typical black. His back is slick with sweat. He's never done anything like this before. Not even back at his high school. He'd always avoided dances and movie nights and everything that other kids had taken for granted. And now, he's here to do the exact opposite of that avoidance.

He closes his eyes and thunks his head back against the wall. This is going to be so bad, so so bad. Why is this a good idea?

Right. Dawn in the Danger Room with Wolverine and Jubilee. That's just not fair. Ask the girl he likes out or be pummelled into the ground. He closes his eyes on a groan.

This is going to go badly. But he hears the swish of fabric that is particular to her. He knows that sound. Opening his eyes, he pushes off the wall and clears his throat. "Hey, Sooraya? Ya got a sec?"

anormalironlife

Tony really, really dislikes parties. He especially dislikes parties where he has to pretend that he's the billionaire playboy philanthropist, because God forbid he be anything but straight.

He leans against a wall, listening to someone talk about some sort of conference. He's probably scheduled to be there. As Iron Man if nothing else.

His dad walks by and interrupts whoever is talking, thankfully. "You could try to be more engaged." Howard says, amused. "That conference is important, and you are the keynote speaker." He looks around the room.

"And it's your birthday." His father points out.

Tony sighs. "Alright, Dad. I'll -"

"Tony!" Oh boy. "There you are! I need you, right now." Pepper grabs his arm. "Oh, hi Mr. Stark. Don't mind us, we have something to do." Howard just chuckles, shaking his head.

Tony yelps as Pepper drags him off. "Pepper -" He stops, finally seeing someone he wants to see.

protivvyter

Gone.

Steve, Vision, Wanda, T'Challa, Scott, Sam... all gone. It creates an ache in his chest even two years on. The damned racoon lost so many other people too. Thor has fucked off to places unknown. They could track him down, but Bucky always has a feeling that he needs left alone, more than anyone.

Tony has a new baby girl. Morgan. They don't bother him. He'd made it very clear that he wanted nothing to do with any of them now. He has his life, and that's enough. Still, Bucky had gone to see the baby and leave a gift, when they were at the hospital. He'd said nothing to anyone. Tony had been down getting a coffee, Pepper had been asleep. He'd just left his little gift, without a name on it and gone.

Rhodey is off, trying to keep the country together, even though everyone is still panicking.

It's just him... and her. She's taken this worse than any of them. Even with the expansion of their little family to include a racoon, Okoye, and Carol, it doesn't fill the ache of all of the others being gone.

They don't know where Clint is, though it wouldn't be hard to find him. They have a lot of information at their fingertips. Just not enough to bring people back.

She's not herself, and he's not himself. He knows that. Their little family, formed in fire, is wrecked, all because of a bastard who decided he knew better.

He stops in the doorway, looking at her. He's carrying actual food in his hands. Not take out, not her peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that she makes then abandons.

"Hey." He says, softly. "You should eat." He knows that trying to force her to do anything is not the way to approach her. She's skittish, and that makes it hard. But, he's not going to abandon her. There's too much at stake.

sensitiveapple

Misa loves going to the open air market. The Mistress doesn't allow it very often because inevitably, Misa gets into trouble. She doesn't mean to, but it always seems as if people are always doing something to get her into trouble.

This is not a good thing in the Mistress's opinion. It is how Misa got her guard, Jocko. The child can't possibly go out and about alone. There are people who don't like the Mistress and want to steal her little jewel. They cannot be allowed to do that, so Jocko goes along with Misa to make sure that there's no trouble.

Holding Jocko's hand, she wanders through the market, looking at various fabrics and hair pieces that the traders have brought in. She stops at a particular stall, glad to see the Bothan peaches are back in stock. She'll have to tell Freema, so the cook can come down and buy them out. ... Again.

Of course, things can't go smoothly on a trip to the market for them. Not when there are those watching who know what the child might be, and how much that would actually fetch on the open market.

"'Scuse me, Miss..." The soft voice purrs into Misa's ear and her hand tightens on Jocko's, because that's not a good sound.

She presses harder against the Twi'lek's side when she realizes, kriff they're surrounded. "Jocko."

"Hold on, poppet." He whispers, pulling her closer, and once she's clinging to his clothes, letting go of her hand to be able to pull his weapons easier. He drapes one of his lekku over her, and just watches the men and women surrounding him.

Misa isn't sure who draws first, but suddenly the air is alive with blaster shots, and the sound of vibroknives being pulled. Someone grabs at Misa, and she manages to not be where they're reaching for, and yet somehow remain out of Jocko's way. An opening in the circle appears and she slowly draws Jocko back toward it. Then, she trips her guard and dives to the side, narrowly avoiding the blaster bolts that come their way. Jocko is quickly back on his feet and scoops Misa and runs for the house.

Just another day in the market in Canto Bight.

sensitiveapple

She doesn't know what happened. She doesn't understand. One moment, she is doing the hair of one of the other ladies, and the next there are people yelling, people with guns, and everyone is afraid. Nina had pinned her to a wall, and put herself in front of her, protecting her in the only way she could.

Freema is led out in cuffs. The Cook is yelling back that everything will be alright, poppet, just trust the men. No. Never trust men. Her time here at the House has taught her that.

Nina is pulled away and now she's scared. She doesn't know these people, she doesn't trust them, and they're taking away her friends.

"NINA!" Misa screams, when one of the men reach for her. She's quick enough to evade the hand, and grabs her knife from her thigh, wedging herself into a corner.

"We're not going to hurt you."

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" She yells, too scared, too panicked to do anything but slash at the air.

The large man in the trenchcoat with the bandage on his nose crouches in front of her. "Now, listen, little miss. We're not going to hurt you." He says gently, not reaching out a hand. Probably smart, because she'll cut anyone that tries to touch her. One of the others whispers something in his ear and he nods, not taking his eyes off of her.

What is going on?!

protivvyter

Look, Bucky has never considered himself a "good" man. Most especially not after Washington DC, and learning how badly he'd destroyed people's lives being the Fist of HYDRA.

But she had seen past that, with the "red on her ledger" and her own past. They'd been becoming close, closer than he'd ever thought possible with any human being beyond Steve.

Now, she's gone. Now, she's never coming back. Steve has moved on. He's no longer Bucky's best friend that he can turn to no matter what. Not that Bucky begrudges his friend that. Steve had done more for people than any one person should have to. He deserves his retirement.

But her. He can't even cry. That's been beaten, brainwashed and trained out of him. So, instead, he gardens. Because why the fuck not? So, he gardens, planting her favorite flowers for every season. But the rose... the rose is his tribute to her, because while she'd been beautiful, there were times when she was prickly as well.

No one else knows why he does this gardening. And he doesn't explain it. Instead, he just works the mulch into the ground, hearing the footsteps approaching. He knows who it is, and it's hard not to bash the man in the mouth with his metal fist.

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