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Don't let my biology fool you - just because i'm an Alpha doesn't mean I can't do my job.
[ Werewolf / ABO Universe Coulson. Will RP with everyone.][Multishipper, RPer is of age.] Independent Role Play Blog. Movie/Comic/Cartoon Verse. NSFW. [FC : Clark Gregg].
Loki looked down and easily broke the shackles then turned his attention to the IV in Clint’s neck. “Sorry about this, Pet…” He pulled the IV out.
“Master…You came back for me.” He sobbed, pain flashing through him as the needles were pulled out.
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He put the gun away without a fuss - the firearm was /far/ from his most dangerous weapon. “I’m not sure how it happened, but this isn’t my….” He wanted to say territory, but that would give away too much information. “home. I’m here, somehow, by accident.”
The fact that he couldn’t feel his pack was throwing him off. He was used to the quiet rumblings of Nick and Clint and Nat and Jasper in his head. To suddenly have nothing was…difficult.Phil sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his free hand. “This seems to be the weekend for it, though I’ve never met a.. me… from an alternative timeline before.” He waved for the other Phil to approach. “Let’s go sit and see if we can figure out how to get you home.”
Coulson nodded, walking over, and looking around curiously. Everything smelled fresh here, clean — none of the underlying tones of alphaomegabeta that he was used to.
“You said you worked for the Strategic Homeland Intervention Espionage Logistics Directorate as well?” He asked, watching Phil. He wanted to tell him what he was, but he had to be sure Phil was telling the truth.
“I think that will depend on telling me /who the hell are you/?” He growled, eyes flashing a deep red, alpha-red to anyone who knew the difference, and frowned, watching the other.
He looked like himself - more importantly, he /smelled/ right, but this Coulson was injured, and older - while Phil himself was…/old/, he only looked in his early thirties. Perks of being a werewolf.Possibly mutant. Possibly something else entirely. Definitely aggressive. However, considering he’d been a soldier for sixty-someodd years, he wasn’t going to be cowed in his own home.
Not when there were children just one floor up.
Suddenly, the unassuming man seemed a lot more dangerous, despite his injury, voice calm and authoritative. “Agent Phil Coulson, Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. Lower your weapon,” he told him. “Now. And then we will talk.”
He put the gun away without a fuss - the firearm was /far/ from his most dangerous weapon. “I’m not sure how it happened, but this isn’t my….” He wanted to say territory, but that would give away too much information. “home. I’m here, somehow, by accident.”
The fact that he couldn’t feel his pack was throwing him off. He was used to the quiet rumblings of Nick and Clint and Nat and Jasper in his head. To suddenly have nothing was…difficult.
Supernatural fandom, let’s all take the pledge
“I WILL NOT ROMANTICALLY SHIP MISHA, JARED, AND JENSEN’S CHILDREN”
but srsly stop
Phil cursed, ducking behind the wall. This was fucked up - he could tell this wasn’t his home, but he didn’t know /where/ it was. He couldn’t smell Clint or Natasha or Fury, didn’t sense any other werewolves at all, actually, and he was close to the ‘Panic’ stages.
He was tempted to shift and explore, but he could smell someone coming …but his nose had to be wrong, cause how could he be approaching himself? He pulled out his colt .45 and waited.Phil stepped ‘round the corner, still leaning on his cane. He’d accidentally ripped the stitches in his thigh and had to re-do them this morning before checking on his son and his… de-aged fiancé. He paused seeing…. himself.
Holding a gun.
“I’d rather not be shot twice in one week, if it’s all the same to you.”
“I think that will depend on telling me /who the hell are you/?” He growled, eyes flashing a deep red, alpha-red to anyone who knew the difference, and frowned, watching the other.
He looked like himself - more importantly, he /smelled/ right, but this Coulson was injured, and older - while Phil himself was…/old/, he only looked in his early thirties. Perks of being a werewolf.
Jensen’s reaction - priceless
MY FAVOURITE THING ABOUT THIS is Mark’s reaction. HE LOOKS SO IMPRESSED WITH OUR FILTHY MINDS I CANT
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shakespeareintellectualbadass:
JUST SAW A COMMENT ON MY DASH THAT SAID
“omfg i’m so glad it’s a girl!!! now west and thomas can compete on who gets to date her when they grow up”UM. IF THE ACKLES BABY TURNED OUT TO BE A BOY, I DON’T THINK IT’D BE ANY DIFFERENT.
Nah, let West have Baby Ackles. Thomas can have Maison. :P
^my thoughts exactly
How about we stop shipping babies and toddlers and unborn children???
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Phil cursed, ducking behind the wall. This was fucked up - he could tell this wasn’t his home, but he didn’t know /where/ it was. He couldn’t smell Clint or Natasha or Fury, didn’t sense any other werewolves at all, actually, and he was close to the ‘Panic’ stages.
He was tempted to shift and explore, but he could smell someone coming …but his nose had to be wrong, cause how could he be approaching himself? He pulled out his colt .45 and waited.
If you think that the Glee fandom is the only one that gets upset after watching an episode, just remember that in 1830 people actually started a revolution and formed a new country after an opera performance gave them too many feels.
And that’s what you missed on the history of Belgium.
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our prime minister is gay and likes bow ties you do the math
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Clint shook his head. “No Sir, that works for me.” Fuck yes, he was in. A real roof over his head, not some crappy tent in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, no terrorists shooting at him at all hours of the night, no nothing. God, this was going to be so, so nice.
“Good. Grab your bow and come with me - you’re moving in as soon as you sign the papers.” Coulson smirked.
“Sir, Yessir.” He smiled, loosing his last arrow, before slinging the bow over his shoulders, and following Coulson out to his office.
“You’ll start training tomorrow, you’ll being training a month, and then we’ll start deciding on missions.”