ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:
iamthefirechild:
ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:
Send “Auction” for your muse buying mine as their slave
Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.
Summer’s lips twitched at the sound of the growl. So, he still had spirit. Good. She’d paid for her purchase and signed all the papers; this was merely the formal taking possession. She appreciated his attempt to keep his gaze down, as well, though it was a bit silly in light of the difference in their heights.
She accepted the chain — again, silly, but part of the formalities. “Come along, boy,” she ordered.
Derek watched the chain change hands and at the command he let out another growl but followed. He knew the punishments. His wrists rubbed raw from cuffs, his neck with the end of the chain, a metal collar around it.
She reached up — way up — and rapped one cheekbone sharply with two fingers. “One growl you get. Not two.” She led him out to the limo, gesturing him into the back of it before sliding in herself. “Home, Edward,” she called. As the car moved away from the market, she reached out and removed the collar from around his neck.
“There, that’s better. Have you got a name, or shall I just assign you one?”
leavingprettycorpses:
“Summer?” Daniel raised an eyebrow at his friend.
“Sorry! I’m just so excited! I get to see some alien technology that isn’t designed to kill me!” She bounced at him some more, eyes sparkling.
kryptons-last-son:
Dedicated to my brother, Jim. thewinningscenario
Love you, bro!
[text] that’s — not good. maybe we need to work on lucid dreaming?
stilinski-son:
iamthefirechild:
“A friend of a friend — I thought I was supposed to meet them here.”
“Well, sounds like just so much fun.”
“It would be, if I had any idea what this Stiles Stilinski was supposed to look like. All I have is a name.”
xavierrud:
iamthefirechild:
xavierrud-deactivated20140321:
“Jesus Christ — Summer! Would you knock next time? Please?” Panicking slightly, Xavier’s hands flew in front of his crotch despite the towel already there. “This is just indecent.”
“You haven’t got anything I haven’t seen before. Get dressed!”
“Where are we going anyway?”
“You’re coming with me to see Ender’s Game, remember? And dinner first. And the traffic is going to suck, so hurry /up/!”
consultinsociopath:
iamthefirechild:
“Of course you have all the proof. I don’t keep secrets.” She leaned forward, hands folded around her knee. One hand lifted to tap her temple. “My proof is here. I may not be able to share it with anyone else, but it’s still there. You just really don’t like someone else being able to know about you, do you?”
She smiled, but it wasn’t really friendly the way the other smiles had been. “I don’t tell how people are feeling by looking at them, Sherlock. I don’t even have to see them.”
Sherlock sat in silence as she spoke. It didn’t matter that her question was correct. He wasn’t going to let this girl get to him. He never did. It didn’t matter to him that the only person that had believed him dead. All that mattered was that she wasn’t getting to him. His face remained stony as she smiled at him.
His brow jumped on his face as she spoke. “Prove it,” he said with a smirk. He truly doubted that what she said was true. He’d dealt with a lot in his life but this was a lie and he knew it.
“Of course.” Without so much as closing her eyes, she said, “If you go check right now, Merlin and Mordred are home and they will be incredibly annoyed if you bother them, Elena and Gwaine are not though they’re pretty content right now, Arthur is frustrated with a video game, and you just thought of someone you really miss.”
coulsonphilcoulson:
iamthefirechild:
coulsonphilcoulson:
iamthefirechild:
Summer tapped at Agent Coulson’s door, slouching slightly against the frame.
“Mr Coulson?” she called. “Man, this is gonna suck if he’s not even here. Seriously, doesn’t anyone keep up with what’s going on around here?”
In all fairness, he’s off-duty and has been off-duty for the past two hours. But he’s also been hiding out in his office, attempting to finish this report about one of his newer Agents and their latest foul-up without anyone really knowing he was still at work. So when the knock came, he sighed, signing one more line before pinching the bridge of his nose and calling out, “enter.”
She swung around the doorframe, tshirt and jeans and hair ruthlessly yanked back in an unforgiving braid, and eyed the piles on his desk. “Doc says you aren’t to just sit here in between missions, and since I need an unpowered workout partner and you’re supposed to work out … yeah.”
Phil raised an eyebrow at the other Agent. “Given patient-doctor confidentiality, I find it circumspect you’ve been speaking to my doctors and know what orders they have given me for proper recovery. If they have offered such information up to you freely, then their jobs may not be theirs for much longer.” He leaned back in his chair. “If you simply need a workout partner, I would recommend asking me properly.”
“Hey, he cornered me, not the other way round. This was by no means my idea first, okay, Mr Coulson.” Summer folded her arms and stood up straighter. Phil Coulson had that effect on people sometimes. “Let’s try this again. Dr. Streiten told me that I was to be your workout partner, that it was a case of serendipity since a) I needed one anyway who didn’t have powers, and b) I could monitor your health while we were at it without needing to hook you up to a lot of machines. He said I was under no circumstances to allow you to wriggle out of it, and neither was I to allow you to overwork yourself.” She gave a meaningful glance to the paperwork. “Do I need to call him? You want formal written orders?”
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