#I LIVE FOR SIDE LILO

[seonghwaddict]

save a horse, ride your best friend — song mingi

in which your best friend can’t believe you’ve never ridden a dick before, so he takes it upon himself to teach you.

best friend!song mingi x fem!reader. requested by anon. genre. slight fluff. smut. best friends to friends with benefits. warnings. explicit sexual content mdni, inexperienced!reader, thigh riding, fingering, use of a dildo, big dick!mingi, multiple orgasms, unprotected, creampie, swearing, nicknames (baby, angel, pretty). wc. 4k. rating. mature.

lilo’s notes. this was requested a while ago but i’ve been putting it off because… i’ve never written anything about toys being used so uh, i was worried about the pacing and stuff. i wasn’t sure if you meant for them to be in an established relationship, so i went for the fwb route. IMPORTANT!!!! i lost access to my google account bc of a stupid mistake, if you sent in a request through my google form and would still like me to see it, please send it as an ask <33 i remember a few of them, but do send yours in just in case!!

listening to. need to know, doja cat // if u think i’m pretty, artemas // moonlight, kali uchis

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it was a regular saturday evening. you were on a video call with your best friend, mingi, talking about anything that came to mind as you each ate a bowl of ramen as if you were really in the same room. he really only lived a couple buildings away, a two minute walk at most, but actually joining you in your apartment didn’t cross his mind until something interesting was brought up.

you weren’t sure what led to the conversation, but somehow it steered into the direction of something less innocent as you found yourself talking about an embarrassing date you’d gone on a while ago. recounting the story, laughing together, soon turned into a conversation about what each of you like in bed.

“oh, it’s just amazing,” mingi laughed as he gulped down a mouthful of water, momentarily pausing his rambling about how much he loves it when someone rides his dick. he ran a his hand through his short, washed-out pink hair, “honestly, my favourite thing ever since it probably feels just as good for whoever is, y’know, riding.”

based on everything he’s said so far, you came to the conclusion that he was more into giving than receiving, that he got off on seeing all the pleasure he can give his partner. so, it made sense he’d choose to mention the fact that riding him would feel good. not that you would know.

“can i admit something?”

he looked up from his bowl, sharp eyes looking almost hopeful as he nodded.

you looked around your kitchen jokingly, pretending to make sure no one sense was listened as you leaned closer a whispered, your hand cupping the side of your mouth.

“i’ve never done that before.”

his jaw dropped at that, letting out a small laugh. “you’re kidding.”

“no, really,” you insisted, going back to eating casually as if you were having the most normal conversation in the world with your best friend, “i really haven’t done… much, so i can’t confirm or deny your theory.”

“huh.” he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he thought for a moment. his head tilted and it was then that you felt how warm your cheeks felt, how your thighs were pressed together under the counter. of course, he was well aware of the fact that you had much less experience than him, only knowing about two people you had slept with. but damn. he clicked his tongue and shook his head ever so slightly. “that won’t do.”

furrowing your eyebrows, you opened your mouth to ask him what he had meant by that. he beat you to it before you could get a word out.

“i can… teach you, if you want?”

you blinked at your screen, resting your wrist on your countertop and gripping your chopsticks a little too hard. a silence followed his offer, though it wasn’t awkward. in fact, he could see you genuinely considering it as you thought it over. eventually, you gave him a tiny nod.

“i mean,” you shrugged, shifting your eyes away shyly, “sure, i guess. why not?”

he grinned, trying to hide it as he shoved a mouthful of noodles into his mouth and shoved his bowl aside. he chewed, swallowed then got up and made sure to bring his phone with him. you recognised his hallways then bedroom as he walked through his apartment. “i’ll be there in like 15, i need to buy something on the way. just wait there, and where something comfortable and… um, accessible.”

you nodded, despite your confusion, and he hung up. accessible? you looked down at your clothing—or rather, lack thereof. since you were home and not expecting anyone, you’d settled on wearing just a shirt you stole from mingi that was too large for him and much larger for you, and panties. you lifted the hem of the worn shirt, assessing how much of your dignity you’d lose if he saw your pink hello kitty undergarments that you only wore if you were doing laundry.

you could already hear him giggling at the sight.

groaning and cursing under your breath, you dropped the shirt and sped to your bedroom to dig through your closet in hopes of finding something a little more appealing. after making a mess of one of your closet’s drawers, you finally pulled out a pair of less offensive panties. they were made of soft cotton; a muted light blue with thin white lace trim, the cut shaped more like a bikini than what you call your grandma underwear.

deciding they were flattering enough, you slipped off your hello kitty pair—ignoring the embarrassing amount of wetness creating a wet patch right where it was pressed against your core—and replaced it with the new pair. as you untwisted the waistband and adjusted it to fit properly, your doorbell rang and you froze on the spot before pulling yourself together and heading to open the door.

the walk to the door felt abnormally long as you stumbled over on wobbly knees. admittedly, you were a little nervous. sure, there have been times where you wanted to do some more than friendly activities with mingi, but you never actually thought it was happen. yet here you were, opening the door for him so he could come in and show you what being a cowgirl feels like.

“hey,” he greeted you softly, stepping into your home and closing the door behind him. you noticed a small plastic bag in his hand, eying it curiously as you watched him kick off his shoes and hang up his coat. once that was of the way, he took one of your hands in your free one and pulled you to where he knew your bedroom was.

once there, he set the bag down on your bedside table and dragged you to stand between his knees as he took a seat on the edge of your bed. he looked you over, lingering on the familiar t-shirt.

“so you’re the one that took this shirt, huh?” he quirked an eyebrow, glancing up at you as he released your hand and brought both of his to your hips. his thumbs caressed the curve of your waist over the shirt. “it was my favourite.”

you laughed softly, “clearly you didn’t care enough if i was able to keep it for three years without you noticing.”

“you little thief.” his nose scrunched as he glared at you jokingly, giving you a gentle squeeze.

“if you really want it back, you can always take it.”

“nah, it’s fine, keep it. it looks cuter on you anyway.” he took a breath and gave you another once over, humming appreciatively when he moved his hands up higher, dragging the shirt with it until he caught a glimpse of your panties. you tensed, caught off guard by how close he felt. “i need you to relax a little, how about i help you loosen up, yeah?”

you nodded, averting your gaze but returning it to him when you felt him pull you onto his lap. he slotted one of his legs between yours, easing you down to straddle his thigh. his hands ran up and down your sides and few times before resting on your bare thighs, your breath stuttered and he held back a smile.

“are you still okay with this?” he asked quietly, absentmindedly playing with the hem of his your shirt. “if i do anything that makes you uncomfortable, just tell me and i’ll stop immediately and we can just watch a movie or something, okay?” when you only nodded, he continued, “i need you to say it, please.”

“i’m okay with this,” you muttered in return, resting you hands on his biceps, “and i’ll let you know if i need you to stop.”

“good, now…” without waiting any longer, he leaned forward to attach his lips to your neck, his hands slowly beginning to rock you back and forth on his lap.

you sucked in a sharp breath and clung into his arms a little tighter, your stomach fluttering at the feeling of your clothed cunt on his firm thigh, your panties dragging against your clit with ease thanks to how wet you already were. he lifted you slightly as he pulled you towards him, pushing you down as he pushed, the varying pressure making your lips part in a soft whimper. he nearly groaned at the sound, moving his lips right below your ear.

“you know,” he rasped between the licks and kisses, “i can’t deny that i’ve wanted to fuck you for a long, long time now.”

“r-really?”

mingi chuckled as he pulled back to look at your face, half surprised and half needy. he noticed that if he relaxed his hands, you’d continue grinding against his thigh.

“yeah, really. i mean, look at you,” he glanced down, one of his hands lifting the hem of your shirt to watch you ride his thigh slowly, a dark wet patch forming right where your leaking pussy sat. he bit his lip, “you look so perfect… and i bet you’d feel perfect, too.”

you nearly whined at that, fucking yourself on his thigh just a little faster as he sucked a dark mark right above your collarbone before returning to mutter dirty words into your ear.

“i know practically everything about you and your cute little body, you know. better than anyone else,” one of his hands inched it’s way up your thighs, brushing against the edge of your panties, “i’ll make you feel so good, angel, i promise.”

“mingi?” you whimpered, prompting him to lean back a little to look at you with a curious tilt of his head and a raised brow. “if you don’t shut up and kiss me right now, i might lose my mind so… please.”

his beautifully plump lips stretched into a smile as he wasted no time in practically pouncing forward and smashing his lips against yours. it started a little slow as you got acquainted with each other, despite the fact you could feel a nearing orgasm as a knot in your stomach drew tighter with each roll of your hips, but soon the kiss turned hungry.

he groaned into your mouth as you let his tongue explore, making you let out a quiet moan. mingi knew he wouldn’t be able to kiss anyone ever again. you, his best friend of all people, had the most inviting lips he’s ever felt. so inviting, so perfect and so soft. he thought everything about was soft. his hand slipped just under the edge of your panties as his other one made your grinds slow down.

you didn’t mind the slow pace, knowing just a few more rocks of your hips would have you tipping over the edge. but he evidently had other plans as he finally made your hips still completely. you pulled away from his lips with a pout. if you were trying to make him feel bad, it backfired terribly.

all he could think of as he looks at your swollen, red, wet, pouty lips is how much prettier they’d look wrapped around his cock. but he could save that for another time.

“there’s no need to rush, baby,” he chuckled, wiping some saliva away from your bottom lip.

eventually, when he was sure you had calmed down enough, he lifted you off his lap a little and turned to lay you down on your back, pressed against the comfortable mattress as he kneeled on the edge. he gripped your knees and bent them, pushing them closer to your chest with his eyes zeroed in on where your slick was leaking through your panties.

with one hand keeping your knees together and elevated, he ran his other over the fabric, pressing down on where he knew your clot would be and elicit a sweet little moan as you squirmed beneath him. he thought you were so cute like this, you looked so flustered as he gave you nothing but featherlight touches where you needed him most. for now.

“don’t get all shy on me now,” he cooed as he glanced up and noticed you covering your face with your hands, “let me see you, pretty.”

he didn’t continue his touches until you finally removed your hands, giving him a nice view of your abused lips and round eyes, pupils blown wide with lust in a way that had something stirring in his abdomen. and his pants.

he let down your knees for a moment so both of his hands could slip under the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs. he actually moaned when he saw the strings of arousal clutching onto the fabric as he dragged it away, snapping when he got too far.

“you’re so pretty, baby,” he murmured, watching your entrance squeeze around nothing, making more slick drip out.

after tossing it aside, he wasted no time in getting your knees back to the previous position and running his fingers through your folds.

“oh, fuck,” he groaned, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as you let out a moan when he tapped against your clit, “you’re soaked.”

he glanced up at you, wanting to see your face as he slowly pushed in too fingers and catching a glimpse of your hard nipples poking through your shirt. your face contorted for s fraction of s second before relaxing, your head tipping back against the mattress as you let out a whine.

he choked back a moan at the tight walls around his middle and ring fingers, the fingers of his other hand digging into your thighs. “sh-shit… you’re so tight. i’m gonna have to stretch you out first, okay?”

you nodded mindlessly, too distracted by his fingers prodding at your sweet spot to care about any words he may have said. but you furrowed your eyebrows and lifted your head when you felt both his hands leave you, finding him reaching for the bag. your curiosity outweighed your disappointment as he pulled something out.

it was a dildo. about as thick and long as the biggest person you had before, and made of what looked to be transparent silicon. your insides tightened at the sight, somehow the thought of him seemingly buying this just for you turning you on even more.

he returned to kneeling at the edge of your bed, leaning down to loop his arm around your waist and lift you up to place a pillow under your hips before letting lay back down.

“couldn’t find one my size, but this should be fine,” he held the dildo and ran the tip through your pussy, collecting wetness as you shuddered, “my cock will just have to stretch you the rest of the way.”

you breath hitched at the implication of his words. so he was bigger than that? your thighs pressed together at the thought of being completely stuffed by him. he chuckled, separating your knees enough for him to have a clear view of your pussy, pulsing and dripping and begging for his attention.

he began slipping the toy into you, filling you up inch by inch and watching your needy hole stretch around it and swallow it up. the sight had him choking back a moan, biting down on his bottom lip.

the stretch had your back arching and pushing yourself against it desperately, feeling like that alone could get you to finish. it only took a few deep strokes for your pussy to get used to the size, squeezing and writhing around it until you couldn’t handle it anymore. your arousal coated it quickly and seeped out with each stroke, squelching sounds filling the room that shot straight to his dick.

when you finally came, your toes curled and your body twitched as you let out a string of and whines and moans, little curses slipping between. he watched with fascination as you came undone right beneath him, not wanting to wait any longer to be inside you. he shoved the toy deep inside you, leaving it there as he leaned back for a moment to discard his clothes, slipping his hoodie and sweatpants off.

when you were brought back to your senses, you found yourself on his lap again, straddling his hips this time as he sat with his back against your headboard. you felt his erectile straining against his boxers and pressing against your core. you couldn’t help but rock your hips against his slowly.

“do you ever ride your pillow?” he asked suddenly, voice dropped what felt like two octaves lower than his regular tone. your eyes widened at the question but you nodded. he nodded too, his hands finding your ass and helping you grind against his clothes length. “this is a lot like that, except you have something in you… and it’s more of an up and down movement… and i’m obviously not a pillow… still, there’s really no right way to do it, just go slow and you’ll figure out what works and what doesn’t. plus, i’m here to guide you.”

he gave your ass a squeeze as if to punctuate his sentence, massaging the soft flesh in his palms. when you felt ready, you dropped your hands from his shoulders to his boxers, palming his length a few times before hooking your fingers into the fabric and dragging it down until his cock sprung out.

he definitely wasn’t lying when he said it would stretch you more than the already-big dildo. he was definitely a lot bigger than anyone else you’ve been with, well over average. you nearly dropped at the sight, wrapping your hand around him and jerking him off, eyes fixated on the angry red tip leaking precum as you passed your thumb over it.

the muscles of his abs rippled and squeezed as your worked your hands on his cock, his head thrown back against the headboard and letting out stuttering moans. all the sounds he made encourage you to sit up on your knees, guiding him through your folds and whimpering as you finally sank down on him carefully.

the two of you moaned at the same time, him at how well you squeezed around him and you at how well he stretched you. you stopped when you reached just halfway, unsure whether or not you’d be able to fit more. his hips jerked slightly as his hands squeezed your hips.

“come on, baby,” he moaned softly, looking up at you with encouraging eyes, “just a little more… we can make it fit, right? just breathe.”

you nodded and as you took a deep breath, he used his hold on your to sink you further down until he finally bottomed out. he cursed silently, the back of his head finding the headboard again as you whined and dropped yours onto his shoulder.

you felt his tip pushing against your cervix, the new feeling making a lump form in your throat as you blinked back tears. this time it took a while to get used to the stretch before you tried grinding back and forth. it was slow, almost painfully so. he was amazed that despite stretching you with two different things, you were still so unbelievably tight, hugging him in a death grip as your raised your hips an inch before dropping down again.

your soft noises were muffled by his shoulder as your hands rested on his biceps, panting and squeezing gently as every inch of him dragged against the sensitive spongy patch in your walls every time you grinded on him. soon enough you were able to lift yourself to his tip and drop all the way down, your wetness letting him slip in and out with ease.

still, you kept the pace torturously slow, savouring each bounce and grind. his hands had left your hips at some point, exploring your body under your shirt, massaging your breasts and tweaking your nipples. he lifted the fabric but kept it on your as he watched your tits bounce temptingly, your puffy pink nipples making his mouth water as he pushed himself forward to take one into his mouth.

your hips stuttered as he sucked and nibbled at your nipples, throwing your head back and arching into his touch as your grinds grew sloppy. he felt your decreasing pace, using the hand that wasn’t teasing your other breast to guide your hips once more. he angled you slightly differently in a way that made your clit press against his pelvis each time he bottomed out, the speed of your grinds picking up quickly as his hips bucked up to meet yours.

his lips detached from your bruised breasts with a popping sound as he leaned up to capture your lips in his once again. it wasn’t much of a kiss, more teeth and tongue and moans and groans than anything else as you swallowed each other’s sounds.

you finished first, pushing yourself down hard and stilling, filling yourself with his throbbing cock and pressing your clit against him. he held you tightly, burying his face in your neck to suck at all the spot he knew would get your to writhe. many tickling fights contributed to his knowledge on all your sensitive spots.

your body twitched as you returned to bouncing on his length, your juices looking at his base. the overstimulation burned a little, making your thighs and knees quiver, but you were determined to get him to finish too. and by the looks of it, it shouldn’t take much longer.

“shit, baby,” he said, halfway between a whimper and a moan, fingertips digging into your hips as he threw his head back in bliss, “‘m so close— fuck, you feel s-so good.”

his chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, bottom lip caught between his teeth. his cheeks and the tip of his ears flushed a deep red, his plush lips a few shades darker and coated in your mixed saliva from your kisses. as you adjusted the angle of your hips, something in him snapped, grabbing your hips tighter and taking over. he took over your movements, thrusting his hips up desperately as you fell forward onto his chest with the sudden change in intensity. his tip pushed itself against your g-spot continually, another knot tightening in your stomach.

the wet sounds of your cunt and your skin slapping against his egged him on until finally he felt like he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“baby, p-please— fuck— please, can i cum i-inside you?” he begged through a groan, “i— please, angel, i-i can’t wait any longer.”

you nodded against his chest with a whine, you were on the pill anyway. not a second later, he released into you, filling you up with stuttering hips. he pulled you down, flush against him and keeping you there as he emptied himself with softly muttered curses, his head dropping to press open-mouthed kisses to your shoulder.

it felt new to you, the warmth making you squirm until you came again without warning. it was much weaker this time but still enough to make you shake in his arms, panting softly after letting out a strangled moan against his skin.

after a few long moments of trying to recover from the shared orgasm, he lifted his head, one of his hands cupping your chin to tilt your head to look at him.

“so,” he started, lips stretched into a smile, “how’d that feel?”

“fucking amazing.” you rolled your eyes at how smug he looked after your confession, not protesting as he leaned forward to kiss you.

this one was much softer than the previous kisses you shared, much more tender. it was a lot shorter too, he pulled away first to rest his forehead against yours.

“yeah?” he whispered, kissing the corner of your lips, “just wait until i hit it from the back.”

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Blackhill requests you say? Dw I got you covered!

Natasha and Maria are both happily married with an 8 year old daughter (r) when r’s dad enters the picture (r was conceived in the red room so he’s a bad guy who Nat had a one night stand with at some point idk)

She's mine

Created: 11.11.2023

Finished: 16.11.2023

Edited: 17.11.2023

Age: 8

Word count: 2,935

Warnings: Homophobia , Mentions of sexual assult , Abandonment , Misogyny

Anymore let me know

Request: Yes (Tumblr user) (@ravensinthedaylight)

Pairings: BlackHill, Natasha Romanoff x Lev Ilyin (Original!Evil!Character) (Past mention)

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Natasha and Maria were quietly sitting on the couch in their living room, snuggled closer to each other as their 8-year-old daughter, Y/N, was sandwiched in between the two women.

'Lilo and Stitch', Y/N's favorite movie was playing on the TV and their little girl was absolutely fascinated about everything that was happening in it as if she wasn't seeing this movie for the millionth time.

Natasha had to buy 40 new DVDs with the movie, in the last 7 years since its release, because Y/N watched them so often that they quickly got scratched and, therefore, almost useless.

Natasha could only blame her wife for introducing their daughter to this movie.

Now, truth be told, Maria wasn't actually the other biological parent of Y/N.

Years ago, when Natasha was still a young mere prisoner of her own life, she was forced by the organization that had taken care of her training to have intimate relationships with a man she didn't even know.

More of like, being offered against her own will by the Red Room to one of their men but that is all in the past.

She was ready to keep living with everything that happened to her as long as the only good thing that came out of everything, her daughter, was by her side.

A knock at the front door interrupted Y/N's innocent giggles and the little family looked confused towards the door.

Who could be at the door at this late hour?

"I'm coming!" Maria shouted, carefully moving Y/N's sleepy body, who was using Maria as a pillow, away

"I'll get it." Natasha quickly placed her hand on Maria's arm, stopping her

Maria looked at Natasha for a second and the agent wanted to protest but the reassuring smile the redhead was wearing was too tempting.

"As you wish, my love." Maria smiled back

"I'll be quick." Natasha quickly peaked her wife's lips, then stood up, making her way towards the front door

—

Natasha opened the front door, unaware of the darkness that was lurking just on the other side of it.

A sickening smirk formed on the face of the man who was standing just in front of the red-headed woman.

"Hello, Natalia." He said "Long time no see. Did you miss me?"

Natasha froze in place for a moment as she took in the sight of the man she never thought she would see again.

Memories of a long-forgotten time had resurfaced in her mind.

She shook her head "No..." Natasha whispered "What are you doing here?"

"Well, you know..." The man began "I came to take back what's mine."

Natasha looked at the man, her eyes widening in shock.

"You are not going to take my daughter away from me!" She protectively declared

"Our daughter, my darling." The man corrected her "Oh, and what makes you think that I'm here just for our daughter?" He chuckled "I am here for you as well, Natalia. You are mine just as much as our daughter is." He stated as a matter of factly "How is she, by the way?"

The man took a step forward, walking uninvited inside Natasha's home, and looked around.

"I bet she grew up a lot in the time I haven't seen her." He added when Natasha hesitated to answer his question

"Leave her alone, Lev." Natasha raised her voice "She's innocent. She doesn't have anything to do with all this madness. I thought you were busy planning the world's dominance. How come you have come for us after all this time? How come that HYDRA let you leave their safe prison."

"How?" Lev chuckled "I was never a prisoner at HYDRA, to begin with, unlike you. I am one of their highest-ranked agents. Why do you think they offered you to me out of all people?" He explained "Now I am here to claim what's mine. And this time, neither you nor our little girl will run away. I will find you anywhere."

Anger raised inside of Natasha just as much as fear built inside her.

She couldn't believe her eyes. She couldn't believe that after all this time, the man who hurt her and took advantage of her body was here to claim something he never took part in.

More specifically, in the raising of Y/N, which he had no right over.

"Just leave us alone." Natasha shouted

"You wish!" Lev laughed sadistically

From inside the living room, Maria's ears picked up on the raising tone of her wife's voice, and her instincts kicked in, telling her to go and check what was happening.

"Stay here, baby." Maria kissed your head "Mom is gonna go and quickly check if Mama is okay out there and see who is at the door."

"Okay, Mom." You replied distracted as your attention was fully focused on the movie

Maria stood up and with one last ruffle of your hair, she made her way towards the front door.

"Honey?" Maria called Natasha confused, as she took in the sight of the unknown man sitting in front of her wife "Are you okay? Who's is he?" She pointed to the man "Were you expecting someone?"

"So this is that so-called wife of yours I've heard about." The man smiled "Well it's nice to meet my replacement but we have to leave, Natalia."

Maria looked confused between Natasha and the man for a second.

"What do you mean you have to leave?" Maria asked "Babe?" She turned her head towards Natasha, waiting for her answer

Natasha looked up from the floor, directly into Maria's eyes and the brunette could see the tears that were present in her wife's eyes, causing Maria's instincts to heighten immediately as a surge of protectiveness overflowed her senses.

When Natasha begged Maria to help her just with one look, Maria pushed Natasha behind her with a swift move.

"I don't know who you are." Maria said, her muscles tensing "But I'll have to ask you to leave. Nicely." Se ordered the man through gritted teeth

"You have no right to tell me to leave." The man laughed "I am here to claim what's mine and you, weak woman, will never be able to make me leave."

Just then, Maria's brain clicked on what was happening and she understood who the man that was standing in front of her was.

"You monster." Maria whispered angrily "I know exactly who you are."

"Well..." The man raised his arms, proud of who he was "It took you some time to figure that out." He sang "I expected you to be smarter than this."

"This is the last time I am asking you nicely to leave this house. That unless you want to have some serious problems." Maria said once again

"Oh, come on." The man chuckled sarcastically "You don't expect me to be afraid of a woman and especially of you, don't you?"

"Well, I wouldn't say the same thing if I were you." Maria tilted her head "I am ready to do anything to protect my family."

"Your family?!" The man shouted "They're mine! I am going to take my belongings and leave."

"They are staying here." Maria protested "You don't even know how my daughter is named, let alone have any right over her. I raised her ever since she was a five-month-old baby. I was the one who changed her diapers, checked for any monsters under her bed, and loved her, not you." She hissed "And the same goes for my wife. She's mine for a reason."

From the corner of her eye, Maria saw some movement right behind her, and she saw the man's smirk growing wider.

"Aha, my sweet girl!" The man cheerfully exclaimed "I finally came home. Are you excited to see me?"

Y/N silently peeked at the man from behind her moms.

"Mama?" You called shyly "Who's that?" You pointed towards the man

"No one, baby." Natasha quickly tried to make you leave "Just go back to the movie, okay? Me and Mom will be there very soon."

"Mom?" Lev raised his eyebrow "There is no such thing as another mom. I am your other parent, sweetheart." The man tried to tempt you in a sweet tone "I came here so you could have a normal family. I am your Dad." He declared

"Dad?" You asked confused, looking up towards Natasha "I have no dad. I have Mama and Mom. I already have two parents."

"Well, your parents must be a mom and a dad, not two moms." Lev tried to turn you against your mothers

"But, I love my moms." You innocently declared "They love me and we're always having fun. And Mom always carries me on her shoulders and buys me ice cream, while Mama reads me bedtime stories and gives me the best hugs in the world."

But just before you got to finish your sentence, the man snatched you away by your arm and forcefully held you in place.

You let out a terrified scream as tears quickly made their way down your cheeks.

"Mama!" You screamed out in fear, begging Natasha to help you

"Leave her alone!" Natasha screamed as she tried to grab you back from the men, but she didn't manage to "My baby!"

"Leave my child alone!" Maria threatened "That's my daughter you're holding there. You just don't get it."

"These two girls are mine! And she's coming with me." He pointed towards you

"She's mine!" Maria shouted as she grabbed your other arm quickly and pulled you towards her with all her force, causing the man to loosen his grip on you "They are both mine!" Maria declared as she quickly shoved you behind her to shield you from anything, just as she has done with Natasha "I don't know what's the reason behind your actions and what your evil plan is, but you must leave right now!"

Lev, in a fraction of a second, lifted his arm and punched Maria in the face.

Natasha let out a horrified gasp, her hands instinctively flying to her mouth to cover it in order to muffle any sound.

"Mom!" You screamed, afraid that your mom was badly hurt

"It's okay, kid. Mom is okay." Maria reassured you as she looked towards the man "So, you want to fight?" She nodded, taking a deep breath "Alright then, that's what you'll get."

And just like that, Maria delivered a punch back towards the man and a fight started.

Natasha wanted to help her wife, but she also knew that you needed protection and reassurance as she took two steps backward, shielding you with her body.

Kicks and punches were thrown around from both sides and just as the fight was getting more violent, a blowing sound was heard and the door of their house was slammed open.

"S.H.I.E.L.D., get down!" A deep voice shouted as agents armed with weapons burst inside their home

—

"This won't end like this!" Lev shouted as he tried to fight his restraints, just as S.H.I.E.L.D.'s agents escorted him away

"We'll see about that, Lev Ilyin!" Maria shouted behind him before she quickly turned her attention back to her wife and daughter "You're okay." She said in a rushed but reassuring voice "Everything is okay now, my sweethearts." The brunette woman pulled you and your mama in her arms "No one's ever gonna be able to take you away from me, I'm here and I will always protect you, you both are mine and no one else's."

Your small whimpers broke both Maria and Natasha's hearts.

Natasha held you tightly in her arms "It's okay, baby, it's okay. You're okay." Natasha kissed the top of your head and you hid your face in her stomach

Your cries slowly turned into quiet sniffs as you basked in the protection you felt from both your mothers as Maria protectively held you and Natasha closer to her.

"You're both okay." Maria whispered "We're all okay."

Natasha raised her head and looked at her wife's face, a gasp escaping the redhead's lips.

"Masha, you're hurt!" Natasha worriedly looked at Maria's bruised face and raised her hand to touch her wife's cheek

Maria tenderly grabbed Natasha's hand, stopping her from touching her cheek.

"It's okay, my love." Maria reassured "It's nothing. I just need a little bit of care from you and our little princess and I'll be all healed in no time."

"I'm sorry." Natasha whispered on the verge of crying "I never expected to see him again."

"None of that!" Maria sternly declared "You have no fault in this. Okay?"

"But Maria..." Natasha began before sighing when she saw the look on Maria's face and the spy changed the subject "How did the agents show up just on time?"

"Well, I kind of activated the alarm I have on my bracelet and they were alerted when I realized who Lev was." Maria shrugged her shoulders as if it wasn't such a big deal

"You sneaky agent." Natasha chuckled, a gleam of proudness shining in her eyes

"Well, what can I say?" Maria tried to sniffle her laughter "I am prepared for any situation."

But just as they hugged again, the sweet moment of the small family of three was interrupted by Nick Fury, who walked inside the room holding a file in his hand.

"Agent Hill. Agent Romanoff." He nodded, greeting the women "I want to thank you for catching one of the most wanted criminals on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s list.

"Well, you know..." Maria turned annoyed towards Fury, angry that he disturbed their moment "He kind of messed up with my family. I had to do something about it."

"As a thanks, I have a very special mission for you both." Fury stated "I need your help and you have just proven to me that you're both fit for this mission."

Natasha sighed, rolling her eyes "I knew there was something about you showing up here, Nick, not just because of Lev Ilyin."

"You know me, Agent Romanoff." He stated unimpressed, extending his hand towards them, offering them the file "Ilyin is just another trophy to our collection."

The couple grabbed the file from his hand and Natasha opened it, looking at the name of their next target that was written on the first page with big, bold letters.

"Tony Stark?" Maria asked confused "Isn't he that annoying, reckless man who thinks he's smart just because he has money and who wears sunglasses at parties that take place at night?"

"You couldn't have described Stark better, Agent Hill." Fury nodded "That's why I need Agent Romanoff to infiltrate inside his company. You have all the information there. You're getting a new alias and your mission is to protect him as danger is too close to him right now. We need to take action or the next events will have a turn for the worst if we don't intervene in this." He explained before adding "For the whole globe, not just for Stark."

"Consider it done." Natasha nodded, accepting the mission

"I promise you both, you won't regret helping with this mission." Fury looked in between the two women

"We hope we won't, Sir." Maria squinted her eyes

And just like that, Fury turned around and left without adding any other word.

Maria peeked at the page where all the details about Natasha's new identity were and quickly scanned the page with her eyes, reading the important details.

"Well, I see he didn't think too much about a new name." Maria said teasingly "Come on! Natalie Rushman? He could do better than that. And you were supposed to be a model?" She chuckled "No way!"

"Oh, shut up." Natasha playfully smacked Maria's arm "Let's just leave the mission for another time, okay? I have enough time later to study this role."

"All right, Miss Rushman." Maria laughed, wrapping her arms around Natasha's shoulders while taking a gentle hold of Y/N's small hand "I think we had a movie to watch."

"Stitch!" You cheered excitedly

"Yeah, baby, Stitch!" Natasha lovingly smiled down at you as you all made your way back to the living room

—

That night, Maria lay awake in the bed she and her wife shared.

Natasha and their daughter were sound asleep as today's events drained them out of energy.

The brunette agent turned on her side with a sigh and scanned the faces of her two loves in the darkness.

"No one will ever be able to take you away from me." Maria whispered "I promise you both that we will forever be a family regardless of our past or of what other people might think about us."

Maria slowly leaned closer and kissed your cheek.

"You're so loved, Y/N." The brunette whispered in your ear "And so are you, Tasha." She also pressed a gentle kiss against Natasha's cheek "You're my blessings and I'm the luckiest woman in the world to have you both."

What happened today, helped not only Natasha and Maria, but also you, to realize how lucky you were to have each other and on how much love your small family was actually built on.

Maria vowed to fight until her last breath, just so she could keep you and Natasha safe, as her love for her girls knew no bounds.

And just as Stitch has said.

'Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind or forgotten.'

And a true family is built on love, not blood.

—

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Time Of Our Lives || Part 17

Part 17:

The silence in Liana and Patrick's room had a static tint. Like hearing a sound from an old song over and over again but not knowing which song it is. A familiar but distant feeling. A repression that explodes in your face. Over and over and over again.

The knowledge that she was alone made it easier for her to release the tears, as if in this characterless room, in the fancy hotel, she could allow herself to be well…herself. And all she wanted right now was to lie on the bed in a fetal position and cry over the years she wasted. Over the time that won't come back. Over wrong choices. Over mistakes. Mistakes. Mistakes. So many mistakes. Why couldn't she be one of those people who shout "bingo" after exactly three rounds? Why does everything have to be complicated? Why does someone else always win?

Patrick came in late. As if he wasn’t even trying to hide what he did. Liana fell asleep easily, it was past midnight, and he expected her to be asleep. To his surprise, the light was on and Liana was packing a suitcase. "Lilo, what's going on?" He swallowed hard. He didn't see her face but his heart was racing, 'You know what's going on.' "Lilo," her voice was quiet, and sarcasm washed over her like the last of the cynics as she chuckled while repeating the nickname.

"Where were you, Patrick?" She turned to him, and he swallowed hard. She was swollen and red from crying and anger, and like always, all her emotions were displayed on her face like a billboard. He had seen her contempt for him before, but not like this. Not with such determination.

"Liana," he closed his eyes and tried to regulate his breathing. "Be a man and say it," she said, not moving, continuing to look vaguely at him, past him. He was silent. "Pussy," she rolled her eyes and went back to the suitcase. She sounded like Tashi for a moment, and Patrick wanted to die. Sweet, gentle Liana. The one who thinks eight times before saying something, sounded like Tashi. "Liana, look at me for a second. Wait a minute." He wanted to throw up. He didn’t know how to stop her anger. How to minimize the damage. How to make sure she stayed where she was. How to make sure she would let him get close to her again. "If you touch me, I'll stab you in the eye." She said with feigned indifference when she heard his steps approaching her. "Please look at me." He begged. "Liana." His voice was more authoritative, knowing she wouldn’t withstand it. That her desire to feel needed and good was usually greater than her anger. "It won't work. Not this time. Not when it comes to Tashi Duncan." She said, as if knowing in advance what his strategy would be. What he would try to do.

"Let me explain. Please." He would get on his knees if he had to. She couldn't leave this room without knowing that he loved her. That he would leave his entire life for her. As he had done once before.

"Thank God I don’t have your baby. God, what a mess would that be." She muttered to herself as she closed the suitcase. Patrick took a few steps back. "What are you talking about?" He also had tears in his eyes, and he felt like he couldn't breathe. "What the hell are you talking about? Hey, look at me!" He approached her, raising his voice with every word he spoke.

"Do you really think I would have kept your baby, Patrick? As if this whole life isn’t a mistake anyway," she shook her head from side to side, saying the most venomous and painful things she could think of. "What baby?" His voice returned to being quiet. Like a child who was promised a puppy and then told he hadn't behaved well enough. "Ask Tashi." She scoffed and walked past him towards the door.

Patrick didn't stop her.

Art couldn't look at Tashi. They were supposed to go over videos of his competitor and do a short practice before today’s game, but he couldn’t look at her, and he couldn’t hide it either. "Did you tell her?" she asked after 20 minutes of awkward silences and business as usual. "Huh?" he didn’t understand. "Liana, did you tell her?" she asked more slowly. Sometimes it took Art a moment to understand. "What did I tell her?" His heart started to race. "Oh my God, Art, you saw me and Patrick yesterday. Don’t tell me you didn’t tell her." She reacted as if it was obvious. "You saw me?" he asked. "Of course I saw you. You wore green and stood out like a traffic light." She rolled her eyes. "And you still went with Patrick." He didn’t understand.

"Oh my God, Art. Just answer me, did you tell Liana or not?" She was starting to lose patience completely. "Yes..." he turned red and couldn’t look at her, "I’m sorry, I couldn’t hide it from her, Tash-" he started a monologue, hoping it wouldn’t cost him his friendship with Tashi. He had gotten used to her presence more than he was willing to admit, and she really did make him a better player. "Good, did you seal the deal?" she asked, and he blinked at her, not understanding anything anymore.

"Tashi, what?" he asked, feeling like they were having a conversation between a deaf person and a mute one, at this point. "Art, God help me, did you fuck her?" she asked directly for a change, reaching the conclusion that she couldn’t hint at anything with him. "What? No!" he was startled by her accusation. He would've jumped out of the couch if he hadn’t been more concerned about his composure in front of her.

"Why the hell not?" she asked in disbelief. "I don’t understand this conversation." He voiced his thoughts aloud. He was maroon-colored at this point. "I made it so easy for you, Arthur, what else needs to happen for you to claim what is yours?" She looked him in the eyes and saw him swallow hard.

"Liana is not mine." He said. Loser. "She’s not Patrick’s anymore. That’s for sure." She replied. Tashi really and truly didn’t understand what was holding him back. For a year she had seen him fumbling in the dark with the girl he looked at with hearts in his eyes. A year. Who doesn’t give up after a year?! Maybe someone who carries the key to her room for five years like a pathetic fool while she’s in a relationship with his best friend. But Tashi knew more than Art. Tashi saw Liana up close as a woman sees another woman. She saw the dark circles around her eyes and the despair. She saw so much despair.

And Patrick has this ability, Tashi thinks. To be the best and the worst at the same time. Like an electric current throughout the body, there are places where it feels good and places where it burns. Patrick mostly burns. And Tashi saw Liana six months ago, almost completely burnt out. Almost begging for a lifeline.

So she gave a push. She gave a little shove in hopes that everything would sort itself out. If Art had enough balls, everything would have been sorted out yesterday, but in the meantime, everyone keeps suffering and paying for his mistakes from five years ago.

"Okay," she sighed. "Let’s go back to the video and leave this until we get back from Atlanta, alright?" she asked. "But Tash-" he tried to resist. There were so many questions on the tip of his tongue. "Art. You are going to win this tournament. You are going to be the winner of this week, do you understand me?" she asked in the most authoritative and serious voice she could find. Art had no choice but to nod.

Hey, can we talk? -Patrick-

Liana -P- Hey, not sure if you saw, but I won the Atlanta Open, wish you were here. How are you? -Art- Hey girl, you haven’t answered your phone for a few days, should I be worried? -Melissa- Liana, if you don’t answer me, I’m coming to America and staying in your shitty apartment until I grow old. -M- Patrick and I broke up. -L- Do you want me to come? -M- Always. -L- I miss you. -P- Liana. we need to talk, we can’t leave things like this. -P- Just tell me you're okay. -P- You weren’t at the construction site today, can I call you? -A- I packed all your things, when can you pick them up? -L- Liana, can we talk like adults? Please. -P- Lilo, I’m begging you. -P- Okay, tomorrow at 8 PM, is that okay? -P- Leave the key in the closet outside when you’re done. -L- You won’t be at the apartment? -P- Hey, can I come over tomorrow around 8 PM? -L- Of course. Here’s the address. -A-

Liana heard a knock on the door at two in the afternoon and got annoyed. She didn’t want to see Patrick, and they had agreed that he would come to get his things at eight in the evening. Why couldn’t he just do one thing properly for once?!

“We agreed you’d come at eight, so what the fuck is this?!” she asked as she opened the door, seeing Tashi standing there. “I decided to come early,” Tashi replied sarcastically. “Can I come in?” she asked and entered without waiting for an invitation.

Liana was dressed in an oversized T-shirt and shorts. If Tashi had to guess, and she didn’t really want to, the shirt probably belonged to Patrick. Her hair was greasy, and she looked like she hadn’t slept since Tashi last saw her briefly in Atlanta, three weeks ago.

“You don’t have a couch in your living room,” Tashi said. The small space that could barely be called a living room looked empty, filled with boxes that Tashi assumed were Patrick’s, but the absence of the couch was noticeable. “I paid the neighbor $150 to get rid of it or burn it. I don’t know. Why are you here?” Liana asked, looking at her with complete disinterest.

“You and I, we’re not friends, you remember that, right?” Tashi said. “You came to my house to tell me we’re not friends? You slept with my boyfriend, I figured out we’re not friends on my own.” Liana rolled her eyes. Indifference was the only thing evident in her voice. Maybe also exhaustion. “I just remember you sitting across from me in a café, me asking if you wanted to be friends, and you saying something like ‘God no’. We were both there, right?” Tashi reminded her of their conversation when Liana had asked her to accompany her to the clinic.

“Well done, Tashi, you did a good deed for a complete stranger, and now what? You won’t rest until we all remember that you’re actually a bitch?” Liana asked, looking at her. “Look at you, how much character you’ve developed in these weeks,” Tashi replied and chuckled. “What the fuck do you want? I’m busy.” Liana said, turning her back to her. “With Self-pity?” Tashi asked. “Do you need something? Did you come to gloat? What’s the purpose of your visit? How do we finish this faster?” Liana ignored her question.

The truth was, Liana pitied herself a lot. She had ended a relationship with someone she really loved, who had hurt her so much there was nothing left. And she probably still loved him. And she probably always would. And what did it say about her if she was willing to love someone who treated her like gum stuck to the sole of his shoe? But Tashi didn’t need to know all that.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry if you got hurt.” Tashi sighed, and Liana turned to her, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t think you’re supposed to get hurt, but I’m sorry if you did,” she added quickly. “I’m not supposed to get hurt by the fact that my boyfriend of the last four years slept with someone I trusted enough to ask for help when I had no one else to ask?” Liana asked in response. Her leg started to shake uncontrollably.

“You’re not in a relationship with me, I don’t owe you anything.” Tashi shrugged. “Do you want to hear what I think, Liana?” she asked.

“No, not really.” “I think you chose wrong. I think one of them thrives when you’re with him, and one of them withers when you’re with him. You chose wrong. And now you’re dealing with your choices. Because we both know Art worships you, and when you stand next to him, he’s the best he can be. He proves to you he’s the best he can be. He’ll be the best for you because you’re there, next to him. Watching.” She paused to catch her breath but looked at Liana with a gaze that made it clear she wasn’t finished.

“Patrick, on the other hand. He’s at his best when he needs to prove to you that he deserves your attention. The moment he got it, he lost it. He lost interest. He lost the reason to prove himself. He stopped striving higher. He wilts. You think he’s draining your will to live? Just by agreeing to be his, you took away his reason to live. It’s too comfortable for him now. He doesn’t need to impress you anymore, and who is Patrick Zweig when he doesn’t need to impress Liana Levy? A shadow of the person he was. You chose wrong, and you know it.” She finished, examining Liana, who just looked at her with tear-filled doe eyes.

“Buy a couch, Liana, or better yet, leave this shithole. It smells like mold here. Art’s apartment is nice, and I think he’d be happy to have you as a roommate.” Tashi applied what looked like hand sanitizer, patted Liana’s shoulder twice, and left the apartment.

All Liana could do was sit on the floor, crying. She didn’t have a couch to hold on to for the remnants of her self-respect.

heyyy :) kinda shorter chapter but I felt like it was a needed one. also, once again, we have more Tashi 🤭 as always, talk to me, the askbox is very open <3

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Historical AUs!

We have 26 incredible fics submitted to this list, stretching from the fifth century up to the 1990s. We have stories that fit into just over 2,000 words, and others that are more than 200,000! This list includes one LiLo fic, and we also have our first ever non-English rec, with a French language fic -- truly the language of love.

To all my fellow history lovers, it's time to go apeshit. Read, reblog, comment, kudos, bookmark, tell your friends, all that jazz -- your local fanfic writer appreciates it!

Here In The Afterglow by fondleeds (88649, Not Rated, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Violence, bullying, homophobia, slurs

1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

Reccer says: The beautifully chosen words, the captivating story, the queer joy!!!

Unrequited by babyhoneyhslt (144000, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Omega Prince Harry is send to France to marry Prince Louis, but instead of the nice boy he knew when they were children, he is met with a cold and distant husband and no idea as to why.

Reccer says: It was so interesting to follow along with this and try to figure out why Louis was behaving this way. And then later see them fall in love. Really liked it and can't recommend it enough.

Danger I can’t hide by CelticSky (227290, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: War, homophobia

Flying Officer Styles and Sergeant Tomlinson would have likely never crossed paths in a time of peace, their lives laid out neatly, predictably before them. But then the world became unrecognisable. Too soon they grew accustomed to fear, surrounded by death and destruction, not even their freedom a certainty any more. Until they found each other. Comfort. Companionship. Understanding. Another person to lose.

Reccer says: It's one of those fics that I'd describe as monumental, masterful, epic. In my opinion, it should be made into a film, and brought to everyone's attention. The script is brilliant and relentless. The characters are subtle and nuanced. The writing is exemplary. A masterpiece.

Secrets in Winter by softfonds (82582, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

If Harry Styles thought he was going to have a peaceful winter while staying far away from the rake who lived across the street, he was sorely wrong on two fronts. A Victorian AU.

Reccer says: I loved the plot and the character development of the main pairing.

A cycle of recycled revenge by Brokenbeaks (103302, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Foxburgh, England, 1983. In the heat of summer, wreathed by pastures, rolling knolls, and thatched-roof cottages, Louis takes on a new job: caretaking for a recently blinded man named Harry. As it begins, what seems like a simple task turns into a quest that costs him every last bit of his pride and tolerance. Harry is, in practice, a two-legged curse. And Louis is just gonna have to put up with it. Or: The one where Harry likes to infuriate Louis almost as much as he enjoys straddling his lap.

Reccer says: Absolutely excellent. I was a bit worried about how Harry's blindness would be handled, but it was done wonderfully. Perfect fic. Perfect writing. Perfect plot.

Through Lonely Streets and Neon Lights by Sweetly_disposed (25107, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

1920's era, Great Gatsby inspired. Harry is a poor boy living in the South Village. Every night he watches the North City come alive and longs of crossing the river to be a part of it and escape his dreary life. The infamous Mr Tomlinson lives across the river from Harry. His parties are the stuff of legend; people on both sides know about them, and all Harry wants is a chance to go to one. When fate swings his way and he finds himself in Mr Tomlinson's house, he gets much more than he could ever have bargained for.

Reccer says:

Chasing empty spaces by Lis (Domesticharry) (79028, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.

Reccer says: This fic is simply magnificent. A must read

An invincible Summer by Brooklyn_Babylon (44627, Explicit, Harry Styles Louis Tomlinson)

Never content to stay in one place for long, a few months down south researching for his novel seemed like an idyllic, slow-paced summer to Louis. He wasn't ready for the blistering heat, the backbreaking work of watermelon picking, or how stifling the attitudes in rural Georgia would feel. And he definitely hadn’t anticipated falling in love with the farmer’s son. The summer of 1946 would turn out to be everything worth writing about.

Reccer says:

Box of Rain by Indierection (amandamoraisa) (26631, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

1970 AU, Louis is a boxer and Harry a ring boy

Reccer says: The era is well transcribed (the way of life, the music), and the story is very charming.

Cela aussi passera (French-language fic) by Hazzunah (110721, Not Rated, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

1993: Louis is 16. It's summertime, by a lake in France. He meets Harry. 1999: Louis is in Japan; he hasn't seen Harry for 6 years, since that fateful summer. He thought he'd lost him forever.

Reccer says: For years, I've been reading only in English, but there's still the odd French fic that I come across that's really good. "This too shall pass" is one of them. It's set in the 90s, it's beautifully written, it's moving, and the characters are well characterized. For me, it's a gem. So I recommend it. For anyone who can read in French.

You Make The World Taste Better by LiveLaughLoveLarry/loveislarryislove (10000, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Harassment and threats from the rival baker, culminating in physical violence and a grisly end in keeping with the fairy tale

A twist on Hansel and Gretel as a rivalry between bakers, based on Hans Traxler’s fictional non-fictional text "The Truth About Hansel and Gretel"

Reccer says: This fic is such a wild adaptation of a story almost everyone knows, capturing both the sweet (literally, since Harry is a baker haha) elements and also the darkness of the tale.

No One Like You by myownspark (20000, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles were noted painters in the 19th century. Louis was a Neoclassicist, Harry a Romantic -- totally different, nothing in common, no connection. But centuries later, art historians Niall and Liam find something that suggests perhaps the two were more intertwined than people think.

Reccer says: I love the parallel timelines, watching Louis and Harry's relationship develop and fracture and heal at the same time as watching Niall and Liam discover things. We see pieces of history they're trying to puzzle together, and then we see the history as it happened, what it really was and what it meant to them.

Bloom by LadyAJ_13 (28909, Teen, Liam Payne/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Non-graphic violence, period-typical attitudes

In early 1970s Oxford, Detective Sergeant Louis Tomlinson has to deal with the dual pressures of a case that hits too close to home, and the arrival of new colleague Liam Payne.

Reccer says: This was an incredible, atmospheric, moody historical mystery fic. Topped off with a lovely, happy ending that had me tearing up.

Under Electric Candlelight by littleroverlouis (5051, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

In the 1970s, small town veterinarian Louis moves to NYC and meets a beauty at the bar named H who sometimes goes by Lola.

Reccer says: So immersive you feel like you're in 1970s Manhattan. The characters are truly electric and lovely.

this is my jam by disgruntledkittenface (4513, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Harry goes to a gay bathhouse for the first time. 90s AU.

Reccer says: This story is so much more than it first appears. I could feel the atmosphere and the emotion of the moment of the characters finding a freedom that didn't exist for them outside of the bathhouse's walls. It's an absolutely beautiful (and hot) exploration of such a specific time and place. So layered and thoughtful and hopeful and real.

After Dark, After Light by QuickedWeen (71440, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Kidnapping, battlefield

Louis Tomlinson is the mysterious commander of the Sutherland army sent back with Harry on orders from his laird to help shore up Clan Edwards' defenses. As the winter draws nearer by the day, the two are thrown together to prepare for the invasion that they expect as soon as the ground thaws.

Reccer says: This fic just sweeps you away to the Scottish Highlands! Such a fun historical romance!

the sanctity of patience by scrunchyharry (22521, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

When young Lord Harry was chosen by King Louis of Bavaria to become his husband and prince consort, Harry thought all of his dreams had come through. His illusions came crashing down when he understood it meant living in isolation in the alpine castle of Neuschwanstein with a husband who turned out to be far from what he had hoped for.

Reccer says: The writing is gorgeous and immersive. The characters are so vivid and I loved the way their journey to love played out.

Ace of Spades by allwaswell16 (78000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: depictions of violence, drug use

Louis is a pirate, Harry is his captive, and no one is who they say they are.

Reccer says: Once I started reading, I couldn't put it down. The plot twists! The suspense! The intrigue!

Adore You by Isthatyoularry (66979, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Arrange marriage AU, Harry initially hates Louis and their arrangement but goes along with it for the summer. Louis is perfect for him tho, as much as harry hates to admit it. They last.

Reccer says: The word building. Stubborn harry. Pining louis. Catching feelings. Hate to love.

We Can Find a Place to Feel Good by yeah_alright/uhoh-but-yeah-alright (8000, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

1960s AU inspired by Treat People With Kindness. Harry attends school dances over the years, meeting Louis and learning more about himself and what he loves.

Reccer says: Just so completely sweet and hopeful! Captures the vibe of the song so well!

The Garden Part 1 by Throwthemflowers/hazzabeeforlou (13000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Major character death, war

Biblical AU - 5th Century. A prince (Louis) falls in love with his father’s musician (Harry) in the midst of war.

Reccer says: This story is so hard to describe (it's Part 1 of a truly incredible 3-part series) but it's intense and brilliant and epic. The love here is all consuming and it comes through in the writing. Completely unique.

Ever Since I Tried Your Way by fairytalefemme (25896, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: internalized homophobia

40s/50s AU. Harry leaves his bride-to-be at the altar, runs away from his life, and finds a kind farmer who lets him stay.

Reccer says: Such a sweet, tender exploration of love and self.

With Words Unspoken by jacaranda_bloom (18000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Older Louis and Harry. 50ish Louis returns to a cabin he'd visited many years before and it's a hippie commune type place where he finds Harry.

Reccer says: It just made me SO HAPPY. Peaceful and lovely.

1957: here to take my medicine by zita17/louisandtheaquarian (2652, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Beat poets Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles blow off some steam before a reading.

Reccer says: Literally transports you to this particular time and place. And so so hot.

The murmur of yearning by Mediawhore (93300, Mature, Harry Styles/ Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: Rape/non-con attempts, death of character, slurs etc

Harry upon the death of his husband he was forced to marry find companionship and support in the arms of Land steward mr. tomlinson. Together they try to prove harry didnt murder his husband.

Reccer says: Regency era. Dark academia. Mystery and suspense. Forbidden love trope. The angst and mutual pining. Harry in corsets!

Love you in the dark by Perzikze (9225, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: Dubious consent i think, loss of virginity

Story of a historical wedding night. Innocent Harry has no idea what goes down during the wedding night; Louis eases him through it.

Reccer says: Innocent harry. Supportive Louis. It's adorable and sexy at once!

Stay tuned for the next list theme! It's similar... but different... ;)

[blakbonnet]

curious about your favorite underrated artists/fic writers/creatives on here?? and maybe your specific favourite underrated fanwork??

Ooh. I love this question so much, anon ❤️

Underrated gif maker, and I say this with no bias, is definitely Ida @bizarrelittlemew because she just puts in so much effort in all her gifs. Ida looks through tutorials and then also does so much on their own, but mainly: if you look at all the recent gifs, they have such a unique Ida ™️ vibe to them. From rotoscoping (still don't know what that is) to playing with blending, Ida deserves to be right up there with one of the most creative gifmakers this fandom has produced recently.

Unfortunately I just very very rarely hang out reading ofmd fics T-T (I'm mostly in the hobbit and sandman fandom side of ao3) and there are a few writers I love and I tend to stick to them (xoxoemynn, forpiratereasons being the main ones) Most of what I read and like in the fandom is when a mutual ends up writing something that isn't modern au.

Having said that, underrated writer to me 100% is @palavapeite because their writing just never fails to transport me to whatever setting they're talking about. Listen, I just don't read modern AUs, they don't do it for me (def a me issue, I'm sure there are brilliant modern au writers in this fandom but it's something I filter out) but I would absolutely recommend this fic as something that brought me so so much joy, is fast becoming my more reread fic, because it did a perfect job with getting Stede's voice right. I can hear every single thing he says in my mind, it's SO good. Also their fic with priest!stede lives rent free in my head and I would soon find the time to read their non blackbonnet fics.

Another one is adamarks who, again, has such a good grasp on Ed and Stede's character that it doesn't matter which AU Jay has picked, it just always always works somehow. My favourite is this fic tho which is just so them that I might as well weep.

For artists, my recent faves (and I think they're underrated) are Lilo @harrylovesspaezle who's so so talented and I still can't get over that sketchbook tour - the growth and love for this show ough, @ofmderapolag whose pieces are just so so dreamy, and also @spookynadja whose style just floors me every single time.

I'd also like to shout out one underrated category, people who write such amazing text posts like @ourfag who obviously has the s3 scripts and is only sharing them with us in small increments due to the nda and @tulipseason for the currently unpublished book of "1 million ways I will articulate how much I love hit television show our flag means death"

and then there's my favourite most beloved cheerleaders who are always lifting up new writers and artists too like @marbledwings and @insteading ❤️ I especially love that everyone has a beautiful story with these two, you could ask any small or big writer in the fandom if they've been made to cry by wings or insteading and yeah, they're just lovely.

[ohsugar-honey-iced-tea]

More then friends

Innocent!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

A/n: some soft AU smut because I love writing soft smut 😌 let me know if you have requests!

Warnings: 18+, loss of virginity, oral sex, fingering, praise kink

Summary: "If you can't sleep... then how about we have sex?"

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You've been best friends with Wanda for quite a few years now. You've met her in highschool, and you instantly became best friends. However, during the years, you slowly but surely grew to have feelings for her. You would never let her know this, though. You were too afraid of ruining your friendship.

So, as any good best friend would do, you were there for her whenever she needed you, whether to laugh, cry or simply not be alone.

There was a period of time where she was together with Vision, the captain of the football team. How could she not be with him? She was the captain of the cheerleading team. So, you smiled all the way through it, even though your chest burned and your eyes threatened to ater whenever you saw her in the arms of the one person you so deeply wished you were.

As time went on, there were more and more nights where you would find Wanda crying on your doorstep, having yet another fight with Vision. Every time you told her she deserved someone better, someone who would love her for who she truly is, and every time Wanda would say she would break up again. And, every day after, you found Wanda holding Visions hand at school once again.

This all changed however, when Wanda showed up at your door with a black eye, bloody nose and scraped lip. All you saw was red as you made your way to Visions place, reminding him for once and for all what would happen if he ever dared lay a finger on Wanda again.

Soon after, Vision transferred to another school. Knowing the whole school supported Wanda and knowing what happened to boys who hit girls, there wasn't any other option left.

After Vision was gone, you were more then relieved when you saw the Wanda you grew to love so much again. She went on your 'best friend dates' again, she allowed herself to hang out with her friends again, knowing Vision won't be there to make a scene, and most importantly, she allowed herself to come to your place again, and you to hers.

That's how you one night found yourself having dinner with the Maximoffs. Wanda's parents and brother all thought of you as family, and having Vision gone was a reason to celebrate. Wanda's mom made paprikash, one of Wanda's favorite meals. And so, with lovely company and lots of laughter, Wanda finally started to be able to laugh about the whole situation, even though you could feel she was still pretty shaken up about it. Knowing you were here and you would never let any harm happen to her, made her feel loved and safe.

After dinner, the whole family went to the living room, deciding on which movie to watch. They all let Wanda choose, and she chose Lilo and Stitch, claiming it was her favorite movie, whilst secretly choosing it because she knew it was your favorite, even though you'd always deny it.

When the movie was over, everyone went to bed. You followed Wanda into her room, preparing for bed. You went to lay on your side of Wanda's bed, and Wanda on hers. You have been sharing a bed with each other for as long as you can remember.

"Are you sure you're feeling okay, Wands? Is there anything I can do?"

Wanda smiled and hugged you with one arm, giving you a little kiss on the cheek.

"You have done enough, y/n. Just having you here next to me is enough."

You nodded at her, and after talking some more, you both went to sleep.

2.41 AM

You tried your hardest to sleep, but sleep always failed to come to you when you laid next to Wanda Maximoff. She looked absolutely beautiful, her hair draped around her face, her lashes resting against her cheeks and her lips partly opened.

After some time she felt Wanda turn, and only felt her turning and tossing for the next 30 minutes. You turned around to face her.

"You okay, Wanda?"

Wanda sighed, facing you.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I guess I'm just not sleepy anymore, you know?"

You nodded at her.

"I know how it feels, I'm not tired either."

There was a silence for a minute, both of you looking at Wanda's star covered cealing. You once gifted her those stars, and she has never taken them off since.

Your mind was a mess. You could feel Wanda was still tense from everything, and you so desperately wanted to help her. Deciding to take the leap of faith, you spoke up.

"Well, if you can't sleep... how about we have sex?"

Wanda immediately looked at you, eyes wide, cheeks covered with a blush, and, surprisingly, her core started to throb a bit at the idea.

You took her silence as your answer.

"You know, forget I said anything. I don't want to make anything weird, I just thought-"

"No no no, it's not that, it's just... why?"

You shrugged.

"Well, I think maybe it can help both of us. I knoe how tense you are feeling still, and I thought maybe if I made you feel good, I could help. Plus, we're both awake now anyway, so I just thought I'd ask."

Wanda looked at you, blushing furiously.

"Okay"

"Are you sure, Wands? I totally understand if you don't want to"

"I'm sure, y/n"

You positioned yourself to lay yourself over Wanda.

"Is it okay if I kiss you?"

Wanda nodded, anticipation already filling her whole body.

"It's more then okay."

You smiled at her, and you connected your lips with her. Her lips felt like heaven. Soft, warm and inviting. You've dreamt of this moment for years, and it was everything you hoped it was and more.

After kissing her for a while, you started kissing her neck softly. She gasped, surprised at how right it felt. As your hands started to wonder below, Wanda's eyes widened and she stopped you.

"Wait!"

You immediately stopped everything you were doing.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry-"

"No not at all, it's just... this is uhm... my first time."

"With a girl?"

Wanda's eyes turned to look at her hands.

"Like... ever."

You looked at her confused.

"Vision never...?"

"He didn't. I told him I wanted to, but he always told me I needed to stop acting like a needy little bitch, so we never..."

You looked at her, and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"Well, he was a madman for that. Are you sure you want me to be your first?"

"I've never been more sure of anything."

"Then how about we get out of our pajamas?"

Soon, you were both lying naked under the covers, your body on top of Wanda's as you went through her hair with her fingers.

"Last chance to back out, Wands."

"Just kiss me, please."

And so you did. You took your time kissing her, your tongue exploring her mouth. As you enjoyed the little gasps coming out of Wanda, you started kissing her neck as your hands went to play with her breasts. You noticed how Wanda's breath hammered as you played with her nipples. Noticing how Wanda responded to your touch, you moved to swirl your tongue around her nipples.

"O-oh, detka... yes!"

Detka. You always got a thrill whenever she called you that. She always called you that as a friend, but this one was different, and both of you knew.

As you continued kissing her breasts, your handed wandered to between her legs. Your hand patiently waited for Wanda to show you she was ready, and as she opened her legs for you, you knew she was.

You touched her in the way you dreamed of, caressing your fingers over her sensitive little bud. Wanda started to pant and gasp, clearly not used to being touched this way.

"P-please y/n... more!"

And so you did. You gently pushed one finger inside of her, keeping a close eye of how Wanda responds to you. You saw her roll her eyes to the back of her head and her mouth wide opened, she was enjoying this. She reveled in the feeling of having her body and herself being worshipped.

You entered a second finger, stretching her a little with your fingers. You started to curl your fingers in just the right spot, making Wanda see stars. Soon, she started to pant and moan loudly, so you kiss her, trying to silence her.

"Wait, y/n... i feel weird... my pussy feels so..."

"You're doing wonderful, Wands. You're going to come right on my fingers like the good girl you are, okay?"

"I... I... oh god, I'm gonna-"

And there it was. Your hand got covered in warm liquid as Wanda squirmed beneath you, eyes closed shut and back arched as she enjoyed the first orgasm someone ever gave to her.

Moans were muffled with your lips as you helped Wanda ride out her orgasm.

Wanda fell back on the matress, panting as you got your hand out of between her legs. You looked at her and caressed her cheek, whispering sweet nothings to her.

"You did so well for me, Wanda. I'm so proud of you, being such a good girl for me."

Wanda smiled at you, enjoying all the praise she was getting from you.

You leaned in close.

"Do you think you have enough energy for one more? I want to taste you so badly..."

Wanda nodded at her, so excited to finally know what it feels like to have someone go down on you. With anticipation coursing through her whole body, she spread her legs as an answer.

You smiled softly at her, as you started kissing her cheeks, then her neck, her stomach, her thighs, and you got eye to eye with Wanda's pussy.

It glistened beautifully for you, showing you just how ready she is for you. Not wanting to waste any more time, your lips connected with her. Your tongue started swirling around her pussy, making Wanda gasp loudly. Your hands massaged her thighs as you ate her out. You wanted to absolutely ravish her, but this was Wanda's first time. It should be perfect for her, and as this was all new to her, you helf yourself back.

"O-oh yes... p-please, mommy, more! I need more!"

Your eyes perked up hearing that. Mommy. You weren't sure if she even realised she said that, so you let it slide, but hearing her say that is a sound you'll be replaying in your head over and over again.

After a few moments, Wanda's legs begam to tremble. She was close, so you added two fingers.

"Oh, fuck! Y/n, I'm going to-"

She came, clasping your head between her legs as she road down her high.

She came down, panting loudly, cheeks all flustered as her body was glistened with sweat. You went to get her a cold cloth, and laid it over her head gently.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm more then okay, y/n. That was better then I could have ever thought possible."

You laughed at this, though you felt bitterweet. This was a one time thing, you knew this. So you held her close, enjoying whatever moments you had left like this.

"...hey, y/n?"

You looked at her, expecting her to tell you she hopes this didn't ruimg your friendship, or something like that.

"Yes?"

"I want to be more then friends."

You looked at her, eyes wide, mouth agape. You expected to wake up at any moment now, since this could only be a dream.

"I... what?"

"I want to be with you, y/n. The only reason I was ever with Vision was because the thought of not being able to be with you was killing me. So, I thought if I saw someone else, those feelings went away, so I wouldn't lose you because of them, but I can't help myself. Now that I've had a little taste of you, I want you to myself. What do you say, detka? Do you want to be with me?"

You smiled at her through tears, kissing her sweetly. You held her close as you kept on kissing her.

"Of course, sweetheart. That's all I've ever wanted."

"Are you okay with telling my parents tomorrow? I mean, I don't think they'll be surprised, but still."

"Of course, my love."

Wanda smiled, and layed her head on your chest, holding you closes. As you tightened your arms around her, you smiled at yourself, closing your eyes, knowing you are the luckiest girl of the planet, now that Wanda Maximoff is officially yours.

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[daboyau]

I was watching lilo and stitch and that “you can never belong” scene came on and I got this idea in my head for that, but with ROTTMNT. So since I don’t do edits or draw, I wrote it out instead. Don’t think too hard about the logistics. :)

It is cold, when Leo slips out of the lair. He can feel Mikey’s gaze on him as he leaves, raising goosebumps over his flesh. He can’t bear to turn back, knowing that his resolve would crumble immediately if he did. His footsteps are too loud in the loneliness of the sewers. His heartbeat pounds in his head. He keeps expecting to hear a voice calling out for him, or the soft sound of footsteps following him. 

But of course it never comes. Mikey had been so hurt. So sad. Of course he wouldn’t follow him. 

When Leo finds a portal into the Hidden City, he doesn’t hesitate to throw himself through it despite the danger it puts him in to be there. The sounds and the sights are familiar to him, yet nowhere calls to him as loudly as the lair had. It’s only been two weeks since he was first brought into their home. They hadn’t even wanted him there, and yet the urge to go crawling back is so strong. He had messed everything up from the moment he’d manipulated his way into their lives. Of course they wouldn’t want him. 

(Why don’t they want him?)

Leo wanders the back alleys and the side streets, letting his feet guide him to nowhere in particular. The picture he had swiped on his way out of the lair is stored safely in the pouch tied around his waist, and between steps he’ll reach in to slide his fingertips over the stiff paper. Just to make sure it’s still there. It soothes him.

He doesn’t stop walking until he’s far outside the city, tucked away in the scraggly rock forests that surround the Hidden City. The aching in his chest has turned into more of a twisting knife, the small knot of sadness becoming more like a gaping chasm. An open wound. A bottomless pit of longing and loneliness that he had never felt before he forced his way into the lives of the Hamatos. 

He hadn’t had anything to lose, before. He hadn’t known the kind of pain that loving something would bring. He wishes he could go back to not knowing. He wishes he could return to a life of never having to make the choice to walk away, to spare them all the pain his existence brings them. 

Leo settles on the ground, curling into himself, shoulders trembling under the weight of everything. When he closes his eyes, the image of Mikey’s face as Leo made his choice haunts him. Donnie’s quiet voice rings in his ears in the silence of the forest, you ruined everything, again and again. Raph’s soft squeeze on his shoulder lingers like a phantom. Leo trembles, tucking his knees to his chest. Then, he pulls the photo out. 

Raph, Donnie, and Mikey grin up at him. It’s almost mocking, how happy they look here. A reminder that they are better without him around. He hadn’t seen them smile like that since the first five minutes they’d found him, back before they learned the truth of how much of their lives he can ruin. 

He runs a careful finger over those smiles, then he squeezes his eyes shut and holds the photo against his chest. His throat burns, and the ache in his chest feels like a black hole that will swallow his body whole. He does his best to breathe through the pain and when he opens his eyes again, the light speckled ceiling overhead is blurry and indistinct. It reminds him of the stars they had taken him to see, wind tickling his skin as they sat on the rooftop of the tallest building of their strange human city and stared upwards at something beautiful.

“Lost,” he whispers to the open air, and he can almost imagine that single word floating upwards, towards the city and the sewers. Finding its way into the only place he’s ever found that might have one day held happiness. But only for him. Not for them. There was only danger if he stayed.

“I’m lost,” he repeats, words like some trouble confession, and hot tears roll down his cheeks.

Some small, selfish part of him hopes they’ll hear. He wants them to come for him, and to bring him back home. It is a stupid, foolish wish. It’s better for everyone that he stays gone. He can’t hurt them this way. 

He falls asleep with tears drying on his cheeks, and body curled tight around the only evidence he holds of a dream he knows can never be. 

When he wakes hours later, it’s to the sound of heavy footsteps over gravel. He jolts upright, heart pounding, eyes wide, and for one foolish, terrible moment he really believes that his family has come for him. 

But no. Of course not. When Draxum emerges with a weapon pointed at his head, Leo can’t find it within himself to feel surprised. He stares back blankly, shifting slowly to stand, halfway wishing that Draxum would just take the shot and get it over with. He doesn’t think he has the energy to raise a hand to defend himself. 

The gravel has left his legs peppered with indents and marks from where they’d pressed into his flesh as he slept. They sound like something breaking as they shift and crunch beneath his feet. Draxum’s eyes dart between those markings and Leo’s tear streaked face, before his expression twists into something complicated. Almost pitying. 

“Don’t run,” he says, voice low. If Leo hadn’t heard what true kindness sounds like these last couple weeks, he would have said that’s what he hears in Draxum’s tone. “Don’t make me hurt you. You were difficult to make. No need to ruin a perfectly acceptable specimen.”

Leo shuffles, eyes darting between Draxum and the stacked stones surrounding them. He makes a sound low in his throat, hurt and uncertain, but he does not bolt. Draxum smiles, already assured of his victory, and steps closer. Leo watches with wide eyes. 

“Yes. Yes, that’s it,” Draxum murmurs, careful and soft, like he’s trying to soothe a scared animal. “Come quietly.”

“I…I’m waiting,” Leo admits, and he watches Draxum’s brow crease. His head tips, curious. He’s not used to this side of his creation — quiet, yet resisting his orders. Leo shuffles a half step back, heart pounding so hard in his chest that he feels a little dizzy. 

“For what?”

“For…for my family.”

“Aahhh. There is no use in doing so. You don’t have one. I made you.” 

Leo shakes his head, hands trembling, photo creased from how tightly he is clutching it in his fist. The thought of ruining the only evidence he has hurts, but the fear of Draxum getting his hands on it, of him finding out about the others, it terrifies him in a way he’s never felt before. He can’t let Draxum know about them. 

“Maybe…maybe I could—“

“I don’t know what yokai fool you found, or what nonsense they’ve been filling your mind with, but banish the thought of family from your mind.” His voice has lost that careful, gentle farce. It is harsh and cutting now. A familiar sound that Leo had hoped he’d left behind forever when he ran away. “You are built to destroy. You can never belong. Now, come quietly and we can begin your reeducation once—no! No no, don’t run, don’t—!”

His voice fades as Leo darts through the towering stones, vines curling at his heels and snapping at his shell as Draxum tries to recapture him. The picture flutters from his fingertips as he trips, lost amongst the shadows of the stone forest. Leo sobs, but he does not turn back for it. It is better if it is lost; at least then, he may be able to move on. 

[hanafubukki]

am gonna cry about this fanart of Baul, Meleanor, Lilia, and Knight of Dawn together waaaahh 😭😭😭😭

The faes side eyeing Knight of Dawn... LMAO😂 Lilia looked particularly aggressive while Knight of Dawn is just nervous XD

I just knew that if Knight of Dawn was adopted by the dark faes instead of the human king, he'll have a better life without the constant pressure from Henrik using his love for the human king and Leia to "repay their kindness by going to war"😭😭✨✨

Hello Lian🌺🌻💚

AHHHH thank you for sharing this Fan Art with me, it's so so cute and seeing them all together makes me so emotional and happy.

Knight of Dawn doesn't know how to react. Lilia’s being protective of his sister, while Meleanor and Baul is nonchalant. 😂🤣

Ahhhhhh I love to think about how Dawn would have been so, so much happier if he was adopted by the Dark Faes. The shenanigans of these faes trying to raise a human baby.

Meleanor has to learn that human babies are softer compared to fae. She would sing him lullabies to sleep. Dress baby Dawn in the finest, be the protective sister to anyone who tries to mess with him or court him.

Lilia would be a tsun older brother figure. He would initially act like he doesn't care about the baby (kind of like Malleus when he first met Silver), but warm up to him. Take him out to walks, teach him how to fight, sneak him out of the castle to have fun, and so much more.

Baul would be the calm headed one, well calmer than everyone else. Be another one to watch over him, makes sure Dawn doesn't suffer Lilia's cooking, and pat him on the head.

It would be funny that despite these faes influence, Dawn would still be straight laced like we know in canon/Silver.

Lilia: Why are you like this? We didn't raise you like this.

Meleanor: I need to teach you how to be greedy, just like the Draconias. You must take what you want without hesitation.

I also headcanon that Dawn would make Meleanor flower crowns. Dawn would make Lilia little bracelets that he can hang on his uniform or sword. Baul would get a necklace (this kind of reminded me of the Lilo and Stitch scene where Lilo calmed Stitch with a flower necklace). 🤣💞💞

The faes would dispose of Henrik real quick, and just like how Aurora married Philip in the live action. Dawn could get engaged to Leia, (and like how Maleficent reacted) the faes in his life would reluctantly accept.

Thank you for sending this in Lian, I loved seeing them all together. 🥹💚💞

[the-kittens-of-vol-tron]

Ok so hear me out:

(in this au, Shiro took Keith in at a much younger age)

Adam trying to win Keith over while trying to woo Shiro?

Yes Yes Yes

So if you have seen Lilo and Stich, I’m going for the sibling relationship Lilo and Nani. Shiro is Keith’s legal guardian but big brother <3

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“Who is that?” Adam whispered to his classmate, his eyes glued to the boy who entered the room. 

“Huh? Oh, that’s Takashi Shirogane.” 

He sent his friend the side eye, “and how do you already know his name?” 

They rolled their eyes, “he literally got the top score in our entrance exam? And look at him! Total hottie.” 

Adam allowed his eyes to look back at the other guy, who took a seat a couple of desks away from him. He looked his height, maybe slightly shorter. His undercut was fresh and he had to have something in his hair to make the top of his hair fall like that. He was muscular, defiantly someone who took care of himself. 

A sharp pinch appeared on his side and he smacked his friend's hand. 

“Stop staring, it’s rude.” 

“I wasn’t staring!” Adam whispered back harshly. 

“He might not even like men.” 

Adam felt his heart drop, a painful reminder that his dating pool is limited. He stared at his desk, tracing the different colors of the wood with his eyes. “Yeah...you’re right.” 

A comforting hand was pressed on his upper shoulder blade. “Chin up buddy. It’s the first day of the semester, you’re going to meet plenty of people.” 

He gave a weak nod, looking forward as the teacher walked in. 

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“Adam right?” 

Adam nearly fell out of his chair, being snapped out of his daydream of actually flying instead of learning about how to fly. “Uhh yeah?” He looked at the voice, Takashi staring down at him with an easy smile. Why is he talking to me? And how does he know my name? Take a breath Adam, just in and out. Just like we’ve done since birth. He prayed his inner turmoil wasn’t readable on his face. 

The other guy laugh, the sound rumbling in his chest. Adam wishes he could save it to memory. “We’re partners...for the project?” He nodded his head at the bored. 

“Partners For Developing Your Own Flight Plan To Kerberos!” Was written in black marker. 

“Oh yeah...the project,” Adam took his glasses off, pretending to clean smudges that weren’t there. 

“You were zoned out weren’t you,” Shiro stated. A humorous smile on his face. 

“Wh-what? Me? Zoned out?” He cleared his throat, ignoring how his face felt. “I was just...seeing if you were paying attention...?” 

Takashi laughed again, throwing his head back at the action. “Understandable,” he extended his right hand. “I’m Takashi.” 

Adam took his hand, trying not to focus on the string grip on Takashi's hand. “Nice to meet you.”

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“So I was thinking after dinner we could start the project? My roommate will be at their partner's dorms so it’ll just be me in mine. But whatever you’re comfortable with.” He held onto his backpack straps as they walked down the hallway. Attempting to keep his persona cool. He was only inviting the hottest man he had ever seen in his life to his dorm. 

She rubbed the backside of his undercut, his eyes on the ground. “I actually will be gone before dinner. I leave the grounds around threeish. Right after our last class.” 

Adam sent him a confused look. “Do you not live on campus?” Freshmen weren’t allowed to live anyways but in the dorms. Juniors and Seniors could get other housing but it would still be Garrison housing. 

“I don’t...it’s complicated.” He smiled. “I can give you my number and we could call later to work on it.” 

Adam nodded, pulling out his phone. He quickly unlocked it and got to the contact screen. “Here.” 

Takashi quickly typed in his info before handing it back. “I can call any time after 19:00!” He started to move down the hall. Leaving Adam still confused.

---

He ran his hand through his hair again. Groaning with the short strands didn’t stay where he needed them to. “Come on! Just stay where you need to be.” He mumbled to himself, hesitantly checking the clock. They were going to call at 19:15 and it was currently 19:13. He didn’t have time for this. 

He grabbed his glasses and sat down at his desk, propping his phone up on his laptop. Opening his notes right as his phone began to ring. He took another deep breath and accepted the video chat. His voice died in his throat as Takashi appeared on the tiny screen. 

He wasn’t in his Garrison Uniform, though he did make that orange work. Instead, he wore a white baggy hoodie. With a logo Adam didn’t recognize and the top of his hair was pulled back into a very, very small bun. “Hey, how was dinner?” 

Adam cleared his throat, did he talk to everyone this casually? “Good...y’know cafeteria food.” He paused, “unless you don’t. But you aren’t missing much.” 

Takashi sent him a toothy grin. “I’ve heard horror stories.” He leaned out of frame for a moment, repapering with his notebook. “Want to get started?” 

They worked for over an hour, making good progress until Takashi looked at something off-screen. “Yeah, buddy?” 

Adam stopped talking, holding his breath unknowingly. 

“No, it’s okay. I’ll be right there okay?” Takashi looked back at the camera. “Sorry, can we call it a night? Something came up.” 

Adam nodded, “yeah no problem. See you tomorrow?” 

“Yeah, see you!” He ended the call, leaving Adam in a still silence. Who was he talking to? 

---

Adam rubbed his eyes, flopping down in his seat. He stayed up too late watching movies. 

“Wakey-wakey Adam,” his friend snapped his fingers in front of his face. 

“I’m awake,” he crossed his eyes, sinking back in his chair. “Did you start your project?” 

His friend scoffed, “no, it’s not due for like two more weeks.” They gave Adam a quick glance. “Did you?” 

Adam hummed, “started it last night.” 

“Ohh you actually worked with Takashi? Didn’t try and kiss him?” His friend nudged his arm. 

Adam rolled his eyes, sending Takashi a small wave as he entered the room. “Yeah...we got some work done.” 

---

“I have to say,” Iverson took his reading glasses off his face. “This is the best plan anyone has come up with for a project like this.” 

Takashi nudged Adam’s arm, smiles forming on both of their faces. 

Iverson sent them a professional smile. “You two clearly work well together. Would you two be interested in a side project? It’ll look good in your academic folder. Might open more doors in the future.” 

They both nodded, not feeling the need to discuss it with each other. They did work well together. 

They exited the room, smiles plastered on their faces. Each holding a folder of the next project. “So are you heading home? Since Mrs. Dominic's class was canceled?” Adam asked as they headed down the hallway, their shoulders brushing against each other. 

Takashi shrugged his shoulders. “I was thinking about it. But that would put me home almost three hours early. I won’t know what to do with myself.” He chuckled. 

“Well,” Adam stopped walking, tightening his hands around the folder. “We could always get a head start on the project? The libraries are nice to work in, but you have to reserve a study room twenty-four hours in advance...and then I have my...dorm...?” 

Takashi turned to face Adam, having taken a couple of steps after he stopped moving. “Why did you say that like a question?” 

Adam shrugged, praying the other boy couldn’t see the heat on his face. “I just-” he cleared his throat. He needed to get over this unrequited crush. 

Takashi laughed, “we can do it to your dorm. I just need to leave after 15:00.” 

“Copy that,” Adam began to walk. Leading the way. They chatted back and forth as they walked, Adam scanning his badge to unlock his dorm. “Welcome to my lovely abode.” 

Takashi whistled as he walked in, “living in luxury I see.” 

“You know it,” He slipped his bag off, hanging it on the hook at the end of his bed. “Make yourself at home.” 

Takashi took off his own bag, pulling out the chair to Adam’s desk. His leg bobbed up and down. 

Adam slid off his orange jacket and climbed into his bed. Sitting with his back against the concert wall. The folder in his hands. “Did we want to start?” 

Takashi nodded, placing his folder on the desk, his eyes falling on the picture frame. “Awe is this you?” He gently grabbed the frame, lifting it up to his face. 

Adam ignored the embarrassment that bloomed in his gut. “Yeah...I was like five or six. First time I ever saw a plane up close.” 

Shiro stared at the picture, a nostalgic look in his eye. “I guess we all have a moment like there. Where we fall in love with flying.” He put the frame back down. “Is that your mom and...” He trailed off. 

“Mom and Mama,” Adam stared at the folder. He wasn’t ashamed of his familial structure, it was a good way to introduce new people to the topic. 

“They look nice. Loving.” Shiro opened his folder, pulling out the papers inside. 

“They are...what about your family? Your parents?” 

Takashi’s jaw tightened for a brief second. Before he met Adam’s eyes, “a story for another time. Let’s start shall we?” 

Adam nodded, his stomach tightening with guilt. “Yeah.” 

---

It had been a couple of weeks since that day. They worked together almost daily, excluding the weekend. They were always around each other. Joined at the hip. Adam and Takashi slowly became Adam and Takashi. An inseparable pair.

Adam’s leg bounced up and down. Trying to contain his excitement.  Takashi was going to come over again today. Unrequited crush or not, he just liked spending time with him. They clicked really well. And sometimes, just sometimes Adam felt as if Takashi felt the same. 

Iverson entered the room, silencing the students with his presence. Adam’s eyes drifted to where Takashi sat. His seat empty. 

He didn’t show up the next day. 

Or the day after that. 

He let his bag drop to the floor, feeling defeated. He flopped on his bed face first, not even bothering to check his phone. Takashi hadn’t responded at all. Hadn’t even read his messages. He tried not to take it personally. But he was still hurt. He thought they were closer. They had an unspeakable, indescribable connection. Something drew them together and yet. He wasn’t allowed to be there for him.  

He awoke to his roommate entering the room. “Yo, you missed dinner. Are you feeling okay?” 

He pushed himself up, rubbing his eyes. “What time is it?” 

“Like seven?” They sat on their own bed, shrugging off their uniform. 

Adam shimmied off his bed, rolling his shoulders. “I’ll head down before the kitchen closes.” 

His roommate hummed, opening up their laptop as Adam exited the room. Glancing at his phone as he walked. A missed call from Takashi. 

He frowned and quickly dialed it back, pushing the anxiety down into his core. The call picked up, “Hey Takashi. Is everything okay?” 

A small voice responded. Hesitant. “Hi, are you Shiro’s friend?” 

Adam frowned, stepping off to the side to let others pass. “Uhh, I...who are you?”

“Shiro’s sick. Can you help?” 

“Wait what?” He ran his free hand through his hair.  “Is he okay?” 

“Ummm, hot but shivering. Sweaty and he won’t eat.” The small voice listed off the different symptoms. “What?!” He called to someone on his side of the call. “Adam!” 

Adam could feel his heart in his throat. Pounding in confusion and concern. He could hear a voice muffle on the other side but he couldn’t make out the words or the owner of it. 

The unnamed voice returned, “Can you help? I live at...” He recited the address quickly and Adam pulled a pen out of his pocket. Scribbling it down on his arm. 

“Sure...I’ll do what I can.” The call ended and he started at the location. It was outside the Garrison, but not too far of a drive. But a walk? That would take him hours. He chewed on his inner cheek. Turning to walk to the one teacher that might help. 

---

“I can’t allow you off campus Adam. You know the rules.” 

“Iverson, please! I don’t know who that was but they sounded like a kid. If Takashi is sick he might need some help.” Adam forced himself to keep his posture straight. His eyes ahead, trying to plead his case. “I don’t know his living situation that well, but given he’s allowed to live off campus I can only assume he’s the sole provided to someone.” It was a shot in the dark but it made sense. 

Iverson's face revealed no information. “Again. I can’t allow you to leave campus.” 

Adam’s face dropped, his shoulders sagging. 

Iverson stood, “I’m sorry. I know you two are close.” He moved to stand in front of the younger boy. “And I’m known for not always locking my office door.” He placed his hand on Adam’s shoulder. “The key to my truck is hanging by the door. I park in spot 34.” 

Adam sent his teacher a confused look. “What?” 

“Takashi Shirogane is a special case. One we teachers are not allowed to discuss. And he trusts you, so if you’re being requested. You should go.” 

Adam nodded, swallowing around the lump in his throat. “Thank you.” 

Iverson stepped back, moving back toward his desk. “You do know how to drive right?” 

Adam moved, grabbing the key that hung by the door. “Sure. It can’t be harder than flying right?” 

Driving was harder than flying. 

He managed to make it to the address in one piece. Trying to ignore the number of traffic laws he broke. He knocked on the door. It was a smaller house, with a couple of lights on. His palms sweated as he waited. Unsure who was going to open the door. 

The door cracked open, stopping on a chain, A younger boy stared up at him through thick raven bangs. “Um....hi?” 

The kid didn’t respond, just stared.  

Adam shifted under his gaze, “I’m Adam?” 

The kid nodded, closing the door briefly. Reopening it fully. “Follow me.” He lead Adam upstairs to a cracked door. He pushed the door open, leaving Adam in the hallway. 

He returned a couple of seconds later, waving Adam in. 

Adam followed, his eyes immediately falling on a very sick-looking Takashi. “Keith...I told you not to call him.” The other man wheezed out, trying to focus on the smaller boy. 

The boy, now known as Keith, crossed his arms. “I’m no doctor.” 

“Neither is Adam.” Takashi let his head fall on the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut. 

Keith looked at Adam, “he wears glasses. He has to be smart.”  

Takashi groaned, “it doesn’t work like that.” 

Keith rolled his eyes, “can you help him or not?” 

Adam nodded, “yeah.” He moved ahead, sitting on the edge of the bed. Leaning forward to rest his cheek on Takashi’s forehead. 

“Adam?! What are you doing-” The other man began to protest, his eyes blown wide. 

“Shhhhh. I’m trying to check how hot you are.”

Keith snickered, which resulted in his brother saying his name. 

Adam leaned back up, “have you eaten anything?” 

Takashi shook his head, “hard to eat.” 

“Drank anything?” 

He shook his head again. 

“Okay,” Adam stood, looking at Keith. “You have any soup?” 

“No.” 

“Okay,” he looked at his classmate, “mind if I steal your kitchen?” 

Takashi didn’t respond, slipping into a shivery slumber. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He looked at the younger boy. “Can you show me the kitchen?” That’s how Adam found himself. Chopping up slightly old vegetables, adding them to a simmering pot. 

Keith sat on the island behind him. Munching on a grilled cheese. “So how old are you Keith?” He slid the carrots into the pot. 

“Seven.” 

“Oh, that’s a good age.” He moved on to the celery. “Where do you go to school?” 

“Down the road. Shiro drops me off on his way to the Garrison.” 

“Ah, I see.” More chopping. “What’s your favorite class?” 

“Hmm,” Keith put the plate down beside him. “Science.”

“Mine too.” He finished the vegetables, giving the soup a stir. “Where are your parents? Away at work?” 

“They’re dead.” 

The room fell into silence. The soup bubbling. “Oh...I see.” 

“Shiro takes care of me. He’s been taking care of me since he turned eighteen. But they passed when I was four.” 

Adam squeezed the spoon he was holding tighter. Everything fell into place in his mind. Why he never stayed past three in the afternoon. Why he never came to campus on the weekend. Why he didn’t live on campus. His reaction when Adam asked about his parents. 

“Shiro likes you.” 

He turned, “what?” 

Keith hopped off the counter, placing his dish in the sink. A small pile of dirty dishes formed. “He talks about you a lot.” 

“Oh...we are good friends.” He turned to focus on the soup. Trying to calm his racing heart. 

“Adam.” 

“Hmm?” 

“What’s a boyfriend?” 

“Oh...it’s a guy you date. Someone you like and may fall in love with.” 

“Oh...well Shiro said he wants to be your boyfriend.” 

He dropped the spoon he was holding. “What?!” 

Keith looked at him like it was everyday knowledge. “Only if I like you.” 

Adam stared at the kid, unsure of what to say. 

Keith began to leave the kitchen. “I don’t have any thoughts on you. But I thought he liked shorter guys.” He left the room, the TV turning on in the living room. 

Adam placed the spoon in the sink. Finishing up the soup while emptying the dishwasher and starting it up with the new dishes. Cleaning up the messes that Keith had created since Takashi was out of commission. 

He dished up a bowl, moving to head up the stairs. Keith curled up on the couch, asleep. 

He headed upstairs, knocking on his classmate's door. “Takashi? You awake?” He made a small grunt sound and Adam, entered the room. “I made you some soup.” 

“Adam, I am so sorry about this. I was just pushing myself too hard and...sometimes.” He paused, catching his breath. 

“Your body will make you take a break.” He set the soup on the bed-side desk. “Come on.” He helped Takashi lean forward, propping the pillows behind him. He grabbed the bowl, lifting the spoon up to the other boy's mouth. 

“You are not feeding me.” 

“You are not feeding me,” Adam mocked back, “just shush and eat.” 

Takashi fought him for a couple of moments before giving in. Letting Adam feed him. “Keith’s asleep downstairs.” 

“Yeah...he does that when I don’t make him go to bed.” 

Another spoonful. “He told me what happened...about your parents. Shiro, I’m so sorry.” 

His face scrunched up, “you called me Shiro.” 

Adam ignored the fire under his skin. “Sorry, hearing your brother say it. It just slipped out-” 

“You can call me it. I only let people I’m close to call me it.” 

“Oh,” another spoonful. “Are we close then?” 

Shiro sent him a weak smile, grabbing his wrist weakly. “I like to think we are.” 

Adam returned to his dorm around two in the morning. Falling on his bed as soon as he kicked his boots off. He didn’t leave until Shiro had eaten, he put the other dishes away and he carried Keith to bed properly.  

Sleep didn’t come easy to him. Every time he tried, all he could think of was what it would feel like to kiss him. 

---

The next Monday rolled around Shiro was finally back in class. Looking more alive than he did when Adam saw him last. He came in right in front of Iverson so they didn’t have time to talk. But Shiro sent him a bright smile when he walked into the room. 

The class dragged on but as soon as it was dismissed Shiro was in front of Adam’s desk. “I am so sorry again for last week.” 

Adam waved his hand in a ‘whatever’ motion, standing while grabbing his bag. “Again, it’s fine. I’m happy you’re feeling better.” He met Shiro’s grey eyes. A hint of pink on his cheeks. Was he flustered? 

Shiro bobbed his head a couple of times. Unsure of what to say but he seemed to be reluctant to move. “I should go...I have a lot of work to catch up on.” 

Adam nodded, both of them refusing to step away from each other. An invisible energy pulling them together. “Did you want some help?” Adam offered. 

“Yeah,” Shiro nodded, a smile forming on his face, “I’d like that.” 

They ended up sitting on Adam’s bed, leaning against each other as Adam helped him with the various assignments. 

Shiro groaned, resting the back of his head on the concert wall. “This is a lot.” 

“Missing of a week of school seems stressful.” 

Shiro closed his eyes, his body relaxed. “It was. I couldn’t do anything. I was so worried Keith was going to set the kitchen on fire. But, at least our neighbors could take him to and from school for me.” 

They sat in more silence. Adam finally broke it. “Why didn’t you tell me about him?” 

Shiro sighed, his eyes still closed. “It’s hard to talk about I guess.” 

Adam mimicked his position, closing his eyes as Shiro talked. His voice rumbled from his chest. 

“Losing mom and dad...it was hard. I was fifteen. I went to school, Keith went to daycare, and then one distracted driver left us spending a night at an emergency placement home.” 

Adam intertwined his fingers with Shiro, giving it a comforting squeeze. 

Shiro didn’t pull his hand back, and his grip tightened ever so slightly. “We were moved a lot. I made sure we stayed together no matter what. And as soon as I turned eighteen I got us out of there. I’m just happy the Garrison worked with me. Let us stay in our family home. I didn’t want to bring Keith on campus.” 

“He’s important to you,” Adam whispered. 

“He is. I would do anything to keep him safe. To make sure he isn’t hurt or left alone.” He released a shaky breath. Leaning to rest his head on Adam’s shoulder. 

Adam rested his cheek on Shiro’s head, “like date someone he approves of?” 

Shiro nodded. 

Adam knew what he had to do. Get Keith to like him. 

---

“What are you doing for Winter break Adam?” His friend asked as they sat down for Iverson’s last class of the semester. 

“I don’t know. I only live like forty minutes away so it’s not like I have to travel.” 

His friend nodded, going on a slight tangent of the layovers they would have to sit through to get home. 

He sent Shiro a small wave as he entered the classroom. Shiro smiled at him and sat down. Adam’s phone lighting up a couple of moments afterward. 

Good to see you. I wanna talk to you after class. 

He reread the message, quickly typing a response as Iverson walked in the door. Spending the entire class wondering what Shiro could want to ask him. 

“So what’s up?” Adam made it to Shiro’s desk first this time. 

“Adam!” Shiro’s face lit up and he stood, a slight bounce to his action. “How far do you live from here?” 

“Like a forty-minute drive...why what’s up?” 

“So Keith loves roller-coaster but um...I don’t.” 

Adam couldn’t stop a laugh from escaping his chest. “You’re in a fight pilot major and you don’t like roller-coaster?!” 

Shiro rolled his eyes, “mock me later. Do you like them?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Great, I was given some free tickets to ‘Roller-Park’ and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me...and Keith of course. He’ll need someone to ride with him.” 

Adam grinned, his heart fluttering in his chest. The perfect opportunity to befriend Keith just fell in his lap. “Yeah. Just let me know when.” 

---

“I want to ride that one!” Keith pointed to the 400ft rollercoaster that could be seen from the entrance. He dropped his hand back down on Shiro’s head. Holding on to the tuff of hair with his fingers. 

Shiro whistled, “that’s a really tall coaster,” he sent Adam a panicked look. 

Adam chuckled, looking up at Keith who was sitting on Shiro’s shoulders. “Let’s start on the smaller ones first okay?” 

They spent the entire day riding rides. Shiro waiting by the exit for them. Kneeling down each time to hug Keith as he ran at him. Adam was having fun. Keith was a good kid. 

“I want dipping dots,” Keith said, pulling Shiro toward the ice cream stand. 

Shiro let the smaller boy drag him along. “What flavor do you like?” He looked at Adam. 

“I don’t need anything.” 

“Come on, the least I can do is buy you some ice cream.” 

“I’m fine Shiro.” 

“Shiro?” Keith tugged on his arm. 

“Yeah, buddy?” 

“Can I have Adam share then?” 

Both men broke out in laughter. 

---

“Ready to try the big one?” Adam ran a napkin across Keith’s face. 

Keith nodded. “It’s going to go fast!” 

“90 miles per hour.” Adam stood, extending his hand to the raven hair kid. “Come on, let’s go check your height.” 

Keith was surprisingly tall enough for the ride and after a twenty-minute wait they were buckled into the coaster. “You ready?” 

Keith nodded, swallowing a bit. “I’m scared.” 

Adam frowned, wrapping his arm around the smaller boy. “It’s okay to be scared. Does it help to know that I’m scared too?” 

Keith looked at him, “you’re scared?” 

Adam laughed, “a bit. But’s going to be fine.” He removed his arm as the coaster began to move. It launched off and after a minute the coaster was stopping. They shared a look before laughing at how messed up their hair was. 

They kept laughing until they met up with Shiro. Keith immediately told Shiro about the ride and how brave he was. He whispered something in Shiro’s ear, causing him to look at his brother with a wide expression. 

Adam wasn’t sure what he said but he figured it wasn’t his place. They rode a couple more rides, Keith grabbed Adam’s hand a couple of times as they walked. 

“I’m going to go get us some food. Come on Keith.” Shiro grabbed his brother's hand.

“I’ll eat whatever you get.” Adam looked around, his eyes falling on something. “I’m going to check something out.” He waited until the two had walked away and made his way over to a game stand. “What do I have to do to get that?” He pointed at the giant blue and black wolf plushy that was hung up. 

The employee smiled at him and quickly explained what he needed. It took Adam a couple of tries but he walked away with the stuffed wolf. 

Shiro and Keith were sitting down. Chomping on chicken tenders and French fries. Shiro’s eyes widened at the giant stuffed animal. Keith had yet to notice. 

“I got you something Keith,” Adam sat the wolf down next to the boy who stared at it with wide eyes. 

He looked up at Adam, “for me?” 

“Yup.” 

Keith grinned at the plushy, hugging it tightly. 

“What do we say, Keith?” Shiro said, looking at Adam with an unreadable expression. 

Keith pulled back some, “thanks, Adam!” He let go of the plushy and jumped up to hug Adam. 

Adam hugged him back, glancing at Shiro who smiled at him. 

---

“He is knocked out,” Shiro plopped on the couch next to Adam, resting his arms on the back of the couch. 

“I’m happy he had fun.” 

“Yeah...me too. He named the wolf Kosmo.” 

“That’s a fitting name. Did he ever let go of it?” 

Shiro laughed, sliding his arm down so it was wrapped around Adam’s shoulders. “No. He fell asleep holding it. I had to pretend to brush its teeth while he brushed his.” 

Adam chuckled, sinking into Shiro more. Trying to keep his heart rate steady. Just two dudes...platonically cuddling. Nothing more, nothing less. “What did Keith whisper to you at the park.” He wasn’t sure why he asked, but something forced the words out. 

“He said that he liked you.” 

“Oh.” He tapped his fingers against his upper thighs. Trying to keep himself composed. “I like him. He’s a good kid.” 

“Yeah,” Shiro adjusted, so he was twisted on the couch facing Adam. “And I like you.” 

Adam turned his head so he was facing the other man. Their faces were closer than he expected. “...like a friend?” 

“...more than that.” His hand moved up, slowly cupping Adam’s cheek. His thumb slowly rubbed over his cheekbone. “Do you like me?” He leaned closer, their breaths mingling. “More than a friend?” 

Adam took a shaky breath. This was it. No matter which way this went, this would change everything. “Yeah.” He whispered. 

“...can I?” 

Adam licked his own lips nervously, “yeah.” 

Shiro tilted his head slightly, pressing their lips together. Pulling back too soon. He leaned back, dropping his hand. “Was that okay?” 

“You better kiss me again Takashi or I will never forgive you.” 

Shiro laughed and leaned forward again. 

-----

This...this got away from me 

But I hope you liked it!! This was so much fun <3

Thank you for reading <33333

[seonghwaddict]

one more minute — choi san

in which you indulge in some midnight snacks and kisses in the kitchen.

bf!choi san x fem!reader. genre. established relationship. fluff. warnings. a little, tiny make out sesh but nothing else. wc. 0.6k.

lilo's notes. i’m a little sick so updates on both the event and nsn will be a bit slow. but anyways, here’s a little san drabble i wrote at 3 am :>

listening to. rises the moon, liana flores.

masterlist.

your eyes fluttered open to be met with darkness, the first thing you noticed was the arm draped around your waist. turning your head to look behind you, you caught sight of your dear boyfriend, san, sleeping soundly, his face lit by the dim moonlight seeping in through the gaps in the curtains.

silent snores left his mouth and you smiled, wondering how on earth you were lucky enough to call this perfect man yours. but the silent moment of admiring him was ruined when your stomach grumbled quietly, reminding you what you woke up for. after taking one last look at san and pressing a light kiss to his forehead, you wiggled yourself out of his grip without waking him up and walked down to the kitchen for some food.

you grabbed a paper plate and put a slice of pizza from the night before on it, placing it in the microwave. then you grabbed a mug, filled it with water and set it next to the paper plate before closing the microwave's door, pressing some buttons and starting it up.

a familiar arm wrapped around your waist from the back as san’s other arm brushed your hair away from your neck, nuzzling his face into it as he dropped the hand to wrap it around your waist as well. he placed gentle pecks on your neck and shoulder, nudging the fabric of your neckline to the side to access as much of your soft skin as possible.

you chuckled and turned your face to the side, your eyes meeting his soft brown ones. without averting your eyes, you turned in his grip and wrapped your arms around him in a warm hug. he smelled faintly of peppermint and the shampoo you keep in your bathroom.

you pulled away from each other and he moved his fingertips under your shirt, his knuckles brushing against your sides. his touch sent sparks and goosebumps travelling through your whole body, a feeling you were well acquainted with.

“i love you," he whispered, lips brushing against yours.

you smiled, muttering a heartfelt, "i love you, too."

he leaned his face in and your lips connected in a kiss, moving in a slow and synchronised rhythm, lips slotting together like perfect puzzle pieces. instinctively, your hands travelled up and tangled themselves in his already messy chestnut locks of hair. his grip on your waist tightened, trying to close every remaining millimetre of space between your bodies.

he bit down on your bottom lip, his hands simultaneously gliding up and down your waist, fingertips brushing just beneath your breasts before dropping to your hips and squeezing twice. knowing what that meant with him, you jumped up and warped your legs around his torso, his firm hands supporting you under your thighs. as if you had done this multiple times before—which you have—he turned and set you on the empty counter behind him, standing between your legs.

you continued, your kisses turning desperate and bruising. but before he could take it any further, the microwave's timer rang and you pulled away with a mischievous smile and flushed cheeks. your boyfriend groaned as you inched your way around him and got off the counter to grab your food.

"baby," he whined, drawing out the last syllable, "just… one more minute?"

"i don't want my food to get cold," you laughed and took a bite of the pizza, a playful pout on your lips. "you’re very needy when you're tired."

"at least give me some of the pizza?"

you considered it for a moment before turning and walking to the living room with a broad grin. "i’m not your mom, you can get it yourself, love," you called over her shoulder, resisting the urge to giggly at his dumbfounded expression.

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taglist. @ad0rechuu @sankatchu

[birgittesilverbae]

could we have perhaps. a cozy night in for ava lilith bea and libby? perhaps with a board game, or a movie?

"You've really never seen Lilo and Stitch?" Ava squints at them, not entirely sure they're not fucking with her. That's their usual go-to, after all, the deadpan comments and blank stares when they try to pull one over on her, but these seem to be legitimate. "Okay, scratch all plans, we're watching it tonight."

"Our only plan was a movie night," Lilith remarks, "and you'd like us to scratch that plan in favour of… a movie night. Makes sense."

"Shut up, it does."

"Ava, you said we're not s'posed to tell people to shut up," Libby pipes up.

"Yeah, Ava," Lilith says, flat as anything, "we're not supposed to tell people to shut up."

"I'm sorry, Libby."

"No apology for me?" 

Ava leans in close, her lips brushing the shell of Lilith's ear. "I'll make it up to you later."

Beatrice leans in on Lilith's other side. "Can you two get it together for a second? Ava, Libby will want help getting the living room set up for movie night."

"How long does it take to set up–"

"She's very particular," Bea says, just as Lilith's nails pinch the skin at Ava's waist. 

Ava jumps. "Oh! Right, yes, of course. You got it, boss." She stands and reaches out a hand to Libby. "Let's go figure out where to stream it, hey Libs?"

//

"You could just as easily have made her do the dishes," Lilith grumbles. She deposits the last few mugs beside the sink and kisses Beatrice's cheek. As Beatrice sways towards her, Lilith's hand sneaks up the front of her shirt. Her hand is frigid against the warmth of Beatrice's belly, her pinky hooked in the waist of her pants, her other fingers fanned out across the span of her abs. The ring feels so cold it almost burns where it touches her skin.

"Lilith Williams," she cautions, still with that thrill of excitement at getting to apply the surname again – she's not sure it's going to dissipate this time around – "I asked you to help me, not accost me at the kitchen sink."

"Hardly accosting if you enjoy it, Beatrice." Lilith's lips trace the line of Beatrice's jaw. "And Ava's got Libby distracted. Lemme make out with my wife a bit, please."

"Fine." She spins on her heel, hooks a soapy hand in the neck of Lilith's henley and pulls her in close.

"Beatrice," Lilith groans against her mouth, "please don't stretch the neck out." 

Beatrice nips at her bottom lip before pulling away and patting the wrinkles from the front of Lilith's shirt. "Go get changed, otherwise Libby's going to ask why you're all wet and I highly doubt Ava will be able to resist the easy follow-up."

//

"Are you crying?" Ava leans around Libby to ask the question, one hand gripping Beatrice's shoulder to keep from falling.

"Shh!" Libby poke her in the thigh. "We don't talk during movies!"

"Yeah, Ava, we don't talk during movies," Lilith deadpans. She turns her face away, but still fails at being discreet in wiping tears from her eyes with the heels of her hands.

"Let her be," Beatrice cautions, tugging Ava back into her side and readjusting the blanket draped over their laps. There's a roughness to her voice, and Ava cups her chin, turns her face towards her. 

The tear tracks are faint but present, and Ava thumbs her cheeks dry. "You okay?"

Beatrice nods bravely, sniffs back a new round of tears. "I'm fine." She stretches the arm that has been circling Ava's shoulders across the back of the couch, and Ava glances back to find she's intertwined her fingers with Lilith's. "Little, and broken, but still good."

"Still good," Lilith echoes her, not even attempting to quell her tears now. She ruffles Libby's hair with her free hand. "Still good."

Libby bats her hand away and crosses her arms. "What's the point of having a 'no talking' rule if I'm the only one who follows it," she gripes. 

"Sorry, Libby," they chorus, and settle back into the couch cushions.

[imeternallylove]

Secret - S.Holmes; part six

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Genre: purely angst, upcoming age and some smut

Warning: none

Word: 4.8k

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"Zoe, the movie is about to start!" You yelled through your apartment, popping a handful of popcorn into your mouth as the opening credits of another Disney picture flashed over your TV screen. You spent your Sundays with Zoe being lazy and watching films while the weather outside grew colder. It was undoubtedly colder in London than in your hometown.

Your daughter entered the living room huffing and puffing, her lips pursed into a frown. "We can't watch the movie. I can't find Mr Snuggles," she grumbled, jumping onto the couch to search behind it.

"Have you looked in the bathroom? You were giving Mr Snuggles a bath in the washbasin this morning," you recalled, holding her hand so she could safely jump off the couch and race out of the room.

Zoe's voice echoed from the restroom five seconds later. "I finally found him!"

You laughed to yourself and ate another handful of popcorn as your daughter came back into the room carrying Mr Snuggles and bouncing into the sofa alongside you, cuddling up like a tiny puppy against your side. "Did I miss anything?" She asked innocently, her beautiful wide eyes looking up at you.

"Just the Disney castle," you reassured her, brushing her hair and adjusting the popcorn so that both of you could enjoy it. Then you cuddled up with your little one and delightfully lost yourself in the Hawaiian delights of Lilo and Stitch. It wouldn't be long before she wouldn't even want to be in the same room with you, let alone watch a movie with you. You had to cherish these moments.

You paused the movie halfway through to restock on food and drinks. You entered the kitchen, Zoe following you like a shadowy figure  "Mummy, can I ask you a question?" She asked quietly, hugging Mr Snuggles to her bosom as you went to get a bottle of water and a carton of juice out of the fridge.

"Of course, little one," you said, beaming brightly as you headed to the snack cupboard for the sweets you had to keep out of Zoe's touch. 

There was a rare moment of silence for your daughter.

When you looked down at her, you noticed her nervously biting on her bottom lips, her grip on Mr Snuggles strong. You frowned deeply, wondering what was going through her gorgeous mind. You dropped the treats and hoisted Zoe up onto the counter to meet your level. "You know you can tell Mummy anything, sweetie? Even if you think Mummy will be angry or upset," you said gently, turning her head up to see your eyes.

Her eyes darted around your face, avoiding direct eye contact. "Where is my father? He didn't come to see me at the parade with you." She questioned softly, almost above a whisper.

It wasn't the first time Zoe brought up her father subject, but it still made your heart slow down. She had been interested since she was a child, perplexed as to why all the other children in the community had a mummy and a daddy but she just had one. You didn't want to lie to your little girl, so you told her as little as you could, just enough to keep her interested until the next wave of question hit.

You swiftly drew your daughter close to your chest, buried your face in the silky locks and sighing into the tropical-scented strands. "Your daddy is off following his aspirations," you said serenely running your fingers down her spine to comfort her.

"But why isn't he here?" The little girl's voice was filled with anguish as she continued. 

Hearing her pleading made every fibre of your body throb.  It was your fault your daughter was clinging to you, presumably blaming herself for not having a father in her life, believing she was unwanted and unloved by her father, despite the fact you were the one whose fault it was. You were the one who drawn the line with Sherlock. You loved him too much when he couldn't love you back in the way you desired, and in the long run you had to let him go while you handled the situation that you were dealt.

You would not take anything back. Your daughter was your whole world, and you couldn't picture being alive without her.

But perhaps you should have told Sherlock. Perhaps he'd be here now, and your daughter wouldn't be in tears, wondering why she only had half a family.

You leaned back and crouched slightly to look at Zoe properly, noticing her eyes moist as you planted a soft kiss on the crown of her head. "Your daddy was my best friend when I was in school," you stated slowly, carefully picking your words. You didn't want to say something that would make her weep. "And he had to leave one day so he could do what he loved, which Mummy tells you all the time, isn't it?" 

She nodded, her bottom lip protruding in a mournful way.

You tenderly cradled her face and rubbed your thumbs across her delicate red cheeks, smiling warmly. "When your daddy left, I was so sad, but then I got you, and you made me happy again," you said, kissing the tip of her nose and making her chuckle slightly. Just hearing her laugh for a few seconds was enough to make your heart sing. "Because of you, I was empowered to do what I loved: I was able to be your mother!" You spoke up, your fingers going through her hair and settling on her shoulders.

Zoe snivelled into Mr Snuggles and stared up at you with the same wide eyes as Sherlock. "Does that mean my daddy doesn't love me?" she asked, tentatively. 

"No, no, no, no, no, no一" you rehearsed shook your head harder each time you said 'no'.

"It's complicated, little one; your daddy left before I even realised you were here. But I know if he met you, he'd fall in love with you," you promised, pulling her hair over your fingers to soothe your fears.

"So daddy doesn't know me?" She asked another query, her lips pressed together in a harsh line. 

Lifting Zoe up, you wrapped her legs over your hips and hugged her back in a warm embrace. "He doesn't," you admitted, bringing her close to your chest to comfort her. "It's all Mummy's fault. I should have found him as soon as I knew you were coming," you continued. Hot tears were forming in the corners of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. You wanted to be strong for Zoe.

"But one day, little one, when you're a little older, Mummy will try to find faddy and introduce you to him," you promised, holding to the secret just a little bit longer. You wanted to tell Zoe everything, but at an age when she could grasp it all and make her own decision. "And until then, you'll have to make do with just mummy's love," you added quietly, clutching her tight and pressing your eyes shut to keep the tears at bay.

Zoe wriggled in the grasp of you. "Did I make you sad, mummy?" She questioned innocently.

When you opened your eyes, your daughter was staring at you with light ocean eyes like her father that were on the verge of tears. Your emotions were immediately thrown out the window, and your attention was drawn to Zoe in the blink of an eye. "Mummy isn't sad," you protested, bending your head to dot kisses across her tiny nose bridge. "How can I be sad when I have the best daughter in the world?"

You placed your lips against her cheek and blew a loud raspberry, causing her to burst out laughing. Only then did you begin to relax, appreciating Zoe's brilliant laughter echoing around you like music to your ears. You squeezed her harder, tickling her sides as you pushed her back onto the counter.

"Do you have any more questions for mummy?" You didn't want Zoe to be left with additional nagging questions she didn't want to ask because she was afraid of making you sad.

She tightened her arms around Mr Snuggles and smiled up at you, cheekily. "May I have some sweets?" She murmured this cutely, tipping her head to the side and fluttering her eyelashes at you.

You criticised and laughed, rolling your eyes. "As long as you promise to brush your teeth properly tonight!" You teased, taking a small bowl from the cupboard.

Zoe cheered and flung Mr Snuggles up in the air in excitement, blissfully pleased as if the talk had never happened. She was far tougher than you gave her credit for.

You, on the other hand, felt as if you'd just escaped a bullet that had left you with a terrible headache.

Sherlock was waiting for you in a quiet area of the café, his coat collar pulled up. For a few second, you doubted if it was really him, until then he looked up and caught your gaze, calling you over with a bright smile. When you got to him, you tossed your belongings on the floor and dropped into the chair, immediately tugging your coat off. "I can't believe I'm only halfway through this day," you groaned, hanging your coat off the back of your chair and tossing your hair away from your shoulders.

“Rough day already?” Sherlock responded with a chuckle, pushing a huge mug of coffee in your direction. 

You frowned as you clutched the steaming mug in both hands. "I thought I was the one who was taking you out to lunch." You took a little sip, surprised that he remembered your favourite hazelnut latte.

He smothered his chuckle in his coffee. "I only ordered, you can still pay," he instructed you across the table, a cheesy grin on his face. "How are things going at florist shop?"

"Where do I start?" You huffed, slumping back in your chair, exhausted. You had finished your design of sketches of dessert with flowers and sent them off to be converted for the images to be uploaded to your website, you knew you worked with delicate details but it was slowly becoming a source of stress for you because you're a perfectionist.

Sherlock leaned forward, his elbows bracing him. "Why don't you just do what you always do and put on your headphones and blast music?"

You grinned as you remembered. You'd always listen to your old iPod and shut out the rest of the world when you needed to concentrate on school and block off Sherlock. It used to be the only way you could focus.

"I only did that in school because you were so annoying," you smirked into your latte.

"Annoyingly cute," he corrected, a goofy smirk on his face.

You tilted your head with a soft, “duh,” from your lips, making him start laughing.

Before you could disagree with him, the waitress arrived with the toasted paninis Sherlock ordered.  While the two of you were eating, Sherlock discussed how it felt to have finished another serial killer case at the underground train.  Listening to him talk about deductions and hearing the obvious excitement in his voice, you couldn't help but smile at his satisfaction. It simply reinforced your choice to keep Zoe a secret from him. If you hadn't, he wouldn't be where he was today, and the brightness in his eyes wouldn't exist.

However, keeping Zoe a secret was easier said than done.

Your phone rang loudly during lunch, and you hastily apologies to Sherlock while mentally preparing for the call from the workplace. But when you took your phone from your purse, it wasn't from work. Zoe went to that school.

Your heart rate sank as soon as you saw the caller ID, your thoughts racing through every worst-case scenario. If nothing had happened, why would the school be ringing? “Hello?” You responded swiftly, scrunching up your free hand into a nervous fist to keep it from shaking.

“Hello, is this Zoe’s mother from Class 1B?” The woman on the other end of the line, her voice being shaken, asked.

You were startled, sensing that something horrible had happened.

Spinning in your seat, you turned away from Sherlock and lowered your head so your hair covered your face. "Yes, it's me. 一Is Zoe all right? Has something happened?" You questioned frantically squeezing your eyes shut and secretly hoped that your daughter had just received an award or anything.

"I'm sincerely sorry for calling in such a hurry, but Zoe just collapsed in the lunchroom and had a seizure. It was only a short seizure, but we called an ambulance, and they want to take Zoe to the hospital," the woman explained urgently.

Meanwhile, your entire world collapsed around you. All you could see was your precious daughter lying alone on the floor, out of reach and helpless.

You jumped out of your seat, stumbled back, and gazed blankly in front of you, tears streaming down your cheeks. "Is she awake? Oh my goodness一 Is she speaking?" You stutter aggressively your palms sweating and your brain spinning dizzily. You had to get to her immediately away. Your daughter needed you.

"She is conscious and communicating with the paramedics, but they really want to take her to the hospital. Mrs Harris are you going to be able to meet them there?" The woman soon answered. 

You sprung into action right away, pushing yourself from the wall and snatching your coat, attempting to tuck your arms into the sleeves while juggling the phone. "I'm leaving now. Where are they taking her?" As the panic fell in, you questioned, tears welling up in your eyes.

You hung up after the woman from Zoe's school told you which hospital she was being transported to, throwing your phone back into your bag and staring up at Sherlock with hazy eyes. "I'm really sorry, but I need to go," you said rashly, fighting back tears and shaking hands as you put on your coat and pulled your purse from your bag. "I just gotta go now."

"What happened?" He asked quietly, reaching out to place a soft hand on your arm.

"I just need to get to the hospital," you answered blankly, not even reacting to his touch as you tossed down some money for lunch and began to gather your belongings. "I'm sorry, but I have to go. Zoe needs me right now."

When you tried to move away, Sherlock stood beside you and drew you back. He forced you to stare directly at him with both hands on your shoulders, and it shattered your heart because all you could see were the little pieces of him that your daughter had inherited. "There's no way you can drive like this," he said severely as your eyes welled up with tears. This was a waste of time when you should have been with your daughter. “Did the school call Zoe’s parents?”

And then the dam broke.

"I am Zoe's parent," you cursed back, your cheeks flushed with heated tears. Your breathing grew shallow and rapid, and you could feel panic setting in. Everything had taken place at the same time, and you couldn't process anything because all you could think about was getting to Zoe. "She's my little girl, and I need to go to the hospital to be with her," you sobbed, your knees trembling beneath you.

Sherlock stared at you in bewilderment. "Is Z-Zoe your daughter?" He stammered, showing an expression filled with complete and utter disbelief on his face. And you didn't give any thought to anything.  You would later, Sherlock, however knowing you had a daughter didn't important right now.

"Yes, she had had a seizure, and I need to get to the hospital," you responded, tugging yourself loose of his grasp and fumbling ahead of the tables towards the entrance. 

"Y/N, wait, wait. You can't drive like this," he claimed behind you, and you felt his grasp tighten around yours. His contact made you pause for a second, keeping you in the café's entryway. "Let me drive you to the hospital," he begged softly, his enchanting eyes asking you to listen to him.

Snivelling back more tears, you accepted and let him lead you out of the café and down the street to where your car was parked. You throw the key, and he immediately opens the door and helps you inside before sprinting around to the other side and sliding into the driver's seat. 

Without saying anything, he started the car and pulled out onto the road.

You looked out the window, watching the world go about its business, while your heart ached to hold your precious little one in your arms, to see her beautiful face and know she was safe. Fresh hot tears streamed down your cheeks, only to be brushed away by the back of your palm. You needed to gather yourself before going to the hospital.

"Thank you," you say quietly to Sherlock, understanding he was correct when he stated you wouldn't be able to drive. Your hands were trembling uncontrollably from anxiousness.

He didn't say anything in return; he simply reached over and wrapped his long fingers around your hand, reassuringly squeezing to let you know he was there for you.

As soon as you arrived at the hospital, you leapt out of the car and left Sherlock behind, dashing into the large stone building and rushing to the front desk, virtually shouting your daughter's name at the receptionist. "She had a seizure at school and the paramedics said they'd be bringing her here," you stated frantically, watching as the young woman behind the counter began typing on her computer.

Sherlock caught up to you after a couple of seconds. "Have they told you anything?" He asked, concerned, as the receptionist answered the phone and talked gently down the handset. You were fairly certain you heard Zoe's name spoken.

Shaking your head, you took a shaky breath and shifted slightly into Sherlock's body, putting your head on his shoulder to hide the tears that threatened to flow again. You promised yourself that you would be strong for Zoe.

The receptionist hung up and looked up at you. "Your daughter is in A&E waiting to be taken for an MRI scan," she stated calmly as she stood up from her desk. "If you go down that corridor, you'll see signs that will direct you to the department," she continued, bending across her files to gesture in the right direction.

"Let's go," Sherlock encouraged, slipping his arm around your waist and leading you down the corridor, his palms on your back comforting you. You opened your lips to tell him he didn't have to stay, but you forgot he was your closest friend and was frighteningly familiar with you. "And, yes, I'm staying. I want to be there for you."

You wanted to argue, but your want to see Zoe right away, so you didn't. 

A nurse led you in the direction of Zoe's cubicle at the A&E department. Sherlock promised to wait outside as you ducked under the curtain and finally saw your daughter. 

Zoe’s eyes brightened up as she spotted you, and relief swept over you like a tidal wave. "Mummy!" she exclaimed, breaking down in sobs and sitting up straight, arms reached for you.

You went forward, scooping her up into your arms, putting her little head under your chin and stroking your fingers over her soft hair while she wailed fiercely. "It's all right, little one. Mummy's here now," you said quietly, swaying from side to side and gradually calming her down.

"I don't feel very well, mummy," she wailed, her tiny little arms clinging to your body.

You squeezed her even tighter and sprinkled small kisses on the top of her head. "I know, but you're in the best place. The doctors here will make you feel better," you reassured her, bending back to examine her face and wipe the tears from her puffy eyes.

"That's definitely the plan," someone from behind you said, making you jump. "You must be Zoe's mother, I'm Doctor Jonathan," he said, stretching out his hand for you to shake. 

"Is she all right? Can you tell me what caused the seizure?" You burst out hastily, barraging the poor doctor with new questions before he could answer the prior ones.

He smiled at you while holding his hands up. "We don't know what caused her seizure, but we're running tests right now. In a few minutes, some nurses will arrive to take little Zoe up for an MRI scan, and hopefully once we get some results back, we'll know what's wrong and how we can make this brave little girl all better," Doctor stated thoroughly, assuaging your fears and calming Zoe's sobbing.

"Thank you, doctor," you said with a brief bow, glancing down at Zoe and kissing her again in the centre of her forehead. 

"Will Mummy be able to stay with me when I go to the MR thingy?" Zoe questioned quietly, her bottom lip sticking out as it often did when she cried.

"She can go into the room with you, but when they turn on the machine, she'll have to wait outside." Zoe, judging by the pout on her lips, didn't like the sound of that.

You pushed back her hair and tucked any stray strands behind her ears. "You'll just have to show mummy what a brave little girl you are, alright, Zozo?" 

She hesitantly agreed and pushed herself back into your lap, buried her face in your jumper and clutching you tightly.

The doctor quietly left, and you concentrated on getting Zoe back into bed while you could still convince her of everything. Soon after, the nurses arrived and prepared her to be transported for her scan. You assisted her in changing out of her school uniform and into the hospital gown, holding her hand tightly as they threw back the curtains of her small cubicle.

Sherlock was still outside, leaning awkwardly against the wall, clutching your belongings.  "Hi, little Zoe," he whispered quietly as he walked to the other side of the bed and smiled at her.

Zoe just looked up at you, a puzzled expression on her face. "Before your school called, I was having lunch with your Uncle Detective. He drove me here," you said hastily, gesturing to the nurses who then began to move her. You and Sherlock strolled side by side beside the bed, your hand never leaving your daughter's.

"Is Grandpa Johnny here, too?" She asked, her eyes shining with excitement.

"No, but if you're a brave little girl, you can call him after the scan," he said, catching your gaze and smiling at you.

His comments, though, appeared to be effective. Zoe was incredibly brave and walked into the MRI machine without sobbing, despite her obvious fear. You kissed her on the forehead as you saw them fix her head in the small vice that would keep her head in place, then waved farewell, vowing to meet her outside.

When you left the room, Sherlock was already sitting on a pair of plastic chairs outdoors. You slumped into the seat next to him, fatigued and sighed wearily.

"So, you're a mother?" Sherlock whistled impatiently.

“Yes.” You were too exhausted to elaborate, especially given where this line of questions could lead him.

He blew a small breath and stretched his arms out in front of him. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? How come you lied at the mall?" He kept going, and you could feel his gaze on your face.

You buried your face in your hands and rubbed your eyes. "It's complicated, Sherlock," you whispered, standing up in your seat as a nurse approached you with a clipboard.

"We don't have a full medical record for Zoe, so if you could fill this out as best you can and return it to us, that would be most appreciated," the nurse remarked kindly, handing you a clipboard and a pen and leaving you to it.

While you filled out Zoe's full name and date of birth, Sherlock asked the question you had silently hoped he would just skim over.

“Who is Zoe’s father?”

Your stomach stiffened and you immediately felt nauseous, rendering you shut your mouth for a long moment. You didn't know what to say to him. You didn't mean for him to find out that Zoe was your daughter today!

You read over the details they already had on Zoe, ticking the correct information and amending the wrong. You didn't have to look at Sherlock when you told him your darkest secret this way. "It was just a random guy. He's not in the picture," you explained gently, skipping the box on paternal information and leaving it blank.

"Who then?" He persisted, reluctant to let the topic go.

You focused your attention on the form. If you looked up, you'd see his lovely aquamarine eyes and melt beneath his gaze, and you'd probably divulge everything to him. "You won't know him, Sherlock, just leave it alone," you snapped, anxiously chewing on your bottom lip.

"Just give me a name," he said, grabbing the clipboard from under yours and step out of your grasp. You gazed up at him with expectation, only to see him frown. "It's blank."

"I told you to leave it alone," you responded with rage, rising to your feet and reaching for your clipboard.

Sherlock took another step away from you, his hand raised. "Wait a minute," he said, meticulously reviewing the form on the clipboard. "It says Zoe's birthday is September 21st, 2006, so fast forward nine months... Who were you with at the start of that year?"

Oh no…

“Sherlock, it doesn’t matter!”

"You weren't dating anyone that year," he said, plainly thinking aloud.

Oh, no, please… His sharp mind was so close to figuring it correctly. You wanted to say anything, anything to keep him from seeking out the secret, but your thoughts went blank.

"That was the year we..." The clipboard clattered on the floor as he realised what was going on. He moved his eyes between you and the door where Zoe was getting her MRI, his lips slightly open. "I-I-I'm her father?" He stuttered, looking at him gripping the wall for support.

"一I, yeah. I'm so sorry Sherlock. I didn't mean for any of this to happen," you hastily informed him, your gut knotted with guilt and remorse.

Sherlock raked his fingers through his hair as he paced the length of the corridor. “What? You didn't mean to get pregnant or for me to find out! How long were you going to keep fooling me?" He shouted back fiercely, flinging his fist on the wall with the kind of venom that was unusual for your best friend.

"I'm sorry," you said slowly, attempting to keep yourself together when all you wanted to do was break apart. 

He shook his head, slowly backing up with his hands in his hair. "I can't do it. 一I can't be here right now," he grumbled, turning on his heels and fleeing up the corridor.

You collapsing as a new batch of tears soiled your cheeks. You didn't want to end things like way, especially because Zoe was about to walk out of her scan and expect him to be waiting for her. He made a promise to your little girl.

“Fuck it.” Wiped your tears away and picked up the clipboard from the floor, not wanting Zoe to come out and see you in a state. While filling out the rest of the form, you fought back tears and tried to suppress your feelings. It was not the time to cope with your grief.

Zoe was pushed out of her bed after five minutes of silence, her face brightening when she spotted you and frowning when she saw you were alone. "Where did Uncle Detective go?" She asked with glittering eyes. 

As you returned to your seat at the head of Zoe's bed, you swallowed past the knot in your throat and tried to smile. "He had to leave for something important, but he promised he'd try and visit later if he could," you lied to her, squeezing her tiny hand.

What was one more lie in the midst of the shambles you'd created?

oh

tag: @bunny-skz00 @zen003xx @cemak

[lionydoorin]

requesting happy sam and tara headcanons <3

EM!!! hi <333 okay some happy sam and tara hcs because i don't want to put them in the blender 100% of the time! (only 99%)

when they were little, tara followed sam around like a shadow. it was so cute to see; not only her clothes sometimes mirrored sam's, but tara also had her mannerisms. if sam crossed her arms, tara would too. if sam started practicing basketball, tara would tell her parents she wanted to, too. if sam's go-to dessert was cheesecake, tara would also say hers was cheesecake. sam's favourite colour was red? no, sam and tara's favourite colour was red. it was endearing.

said habits come back pretty quick when sam returns, as well. tara unconsciously started to mirror her older sister again; agreeing immediately with everything sam said, sometimes wearing clothes that look like sam's or stealing sam's clothes.

baby tara starting to practice basketball and sam teaching her how to shoot? adorable <3

they loved lilo and stitch, as well. tara would point at nani and lilo and tell sam it was them. sam would laugh, and tell her that she was lilo and tara was her stitch. tara would cross her arms and sit back on the couch, mumbling a i'm not stitch with the most adorable pout.

(tara's definitely stitch.)

sam immediately reclaiming her role of big sister once tara and her start living together again. she still knows her favourite meal. still sings that lullaby that helped with tara's insomnia. she helps her eat since tara forgets to, helps her change because her hand is still wrapped up in bandages and tara's leg is still in a cast. she's so gentle and so caring and does her best to understand even when tara's screaming and telling her to go away. sam never complains.

when they were little, tara would always sneak into sam's room to sleep with her or get up early in the morning to cuddle before class. after they rekindled their close bond, tara started to do the same, again.

it's not uncommon to hear them singing duets together. if you mention it, though, they'll probably threaten to kill you.

they have weekly "sam and tara" time, like this reserved moment where they do something together or just give each other undivided attention. once they're in a sam and tara moment, nothing can take them away from it.

their codependency is somewhat endearing. sam and tara have no sense of personal space around each other, actually. sometimes tara gets painfully aware of it and they fight, but in the next second they're stuck to each other like a glue. if you expect sam somewhere, tara will probably be with her.

they never talk about moving out, or about the possibility of not living together. if one of them does? nothing would change, probably, seeing the other would be around constantly.

their acts of service is so strong and they don't use a lot of words. sam just makes tara's lunch and leaves it by the door for tara to grab, or tara covers sam in an extra blanket when she sees her sister passed out from working an extra shift. if one is sick, no matter how much at risk the other is, they'll simply brush it off and take care of one another. if tara's depression gets specially bad and she doesn't want to leave bed, sam will call in a sick day to stay with her – not necessarily in bed, but always around, ready to give tara some water or food or just to embrace her when her sister needs a hug.

they still hold hands when they cross the street. sam holds tara close as she checks both sides, then tugs tara along as her sister is probably staring straight ahead.

healthy communication!!!!! after scream 6 specially!!!!!!!

the way they get each other amazes everyone else. it's kind of like telepathy.

[bucky-h0e]

Yes, I used Lilo and Stitch to quote the family that Bucky makes in this fanfic. Honestly, I think it just fits them so well.

There is a taglist, just respond if you'd like to be added! These are headcannons and scenarios revolving around Bucky and Human! Alpine. I'll be used she/her pronouns for the character and there will be a vague description of her in some scenarios.

Enjoy the series!

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How Bucky Met Alpine

It all started when Steve went back to Peggy. Steve was Bucky's family and now he was on his own.

He and Sam worked together sure, but that didn't mean there wasn't any tension there.

They definitely weren't on the level of living together, so Bucky found a place in Brooklyn after he got is pardon.

Quiet, the landlord didn't ask a lot of questions, cheap. It was perfect.

Almost perfect.

There was one neighbour that seemed to annoy him, though they'd never really talked before hand.

They lived opposite each other, so it was a surprise they hadn't seen each other before when Bucky was viewing the place

He'd seen a glimpse of her on moving day, lugging boxes onto his floor and dumping them inside the open door of the apartment.

On his second, maybe third run up from Sam's car - not that there was actually that much to move in - the lift had been occupied so instead he went up the stairs.

He was a super soldier, it's not like it would tire him out too bad.

Walking through he door, he caught a glimpse of his neighbour.

A young woman, maybe 21? 22? Long hair, wearing an all white outfit

In New York? That was brave.

She kicked the door closed behind her before he got a better look at her but he didn't care, he was more annoyed at the fact he had a young neighbour.

he didn't know if he'd be able to handle loud music and parties every night

he was stereotyping of course he knew that but he couldn't help it

a young girl living on her own with absolutely no parental watch, you just know there's going to be some sort of rebellious action

little did he know, his neighbour was a social recluse

and very

VERY

nosey

so nosey in fact that whenever she hears Bucky's door go, she's up and looking through her peephole wondering what the fuck is going on

she's bored and this is her only form of entertainment because how does this man function

she never sees a lot of groceries, never sees any takeout's delivered to his place, and only ever sees him with his friend or with Yori

and yes, of course she knows Yori

they gossip together on the weekends when they do their laundry at the local laundromat

but she knew who he was, knew who James Barnes used to be, what he used to do, who he lost

she knew he was on his own

like her

so, why couldn't they be on their own together?

she had watched him adapt his life from war to peace, and felt bad that he had no one to talk to about it

yeah she was a kid but she wanted to help her neighbour

she just couldn't figure out how to interact with him

not like she could just knock on his door and say "hey you have trauma and I have trauma lets bond over trauma together"

that would just be way too mentions of trauma

she could say "hey I've been watching you for a couple of weeks and you seem just as depressed as me lets be best friends"

but that would more than likely end up with a door slammed in her face and a restraining order

luck was on her side when one day, her pizza was delivered to the wrong address

she'd been waiting for an hour, normally she wouldn't have even gotten it delivered, she would have gone out to get it herself but the poor baby has a cold

fuck going out

she heard the knocking on the door and couldn't help but get to her feet and look out the peephole at the two people in the hallway

she may be on deaths door but she'll be damned if she doesn't know what on earth is happening right outside her door

"Yeah this ain't mine"

"bro c'mon just pay for the pizza, my boss will kill me if I get this delivery wrong"

"it's not mine, i'm not paying for it."

opening the door she grins because finally

her pizza is here

and she can interact with the Bucky Barnes

"it's mine"

she tried to seem cool

really she did but there's only so much you can do when your face is all red, snot dripping down her nose and her hair in a greasy messed up bun at the top of her head

the pair looked at her and she handed the delivery boy the money, sniffing hard as he left

"...."

"...."

neither of them had closed their door, neither of them had spoken

somehow they had gotten into a staring competition

it's really no wonder because we know Bucky loves those

but Alpine was STUGGLING

"Why are you staring"

"...."

"Dude seriously"

"...."

"Okay you're making me sweat, can you stop?"

she starts panicking and opens her pizza box to stuff her face, not taking her eyes of him

"See what you're making me do? Stress eat. this is all you, i can't stop staring- will you just blink?!"

she felt like she was in an interrogation

like all her deepest darkest secrets would come out

and some of them did

"OH MY GOD FINE I STOLE THE COUPONS FROM MRS GALWAY'S MAILBOX BUT SHE DOESNT EVEN EAT SHREDDIES SO IT DOESNT MATTER"

what

the fuck

bucky can't help the quirk upwards his mouth does, a small chuckle leaving his mouth before he can stop it

"This is really uncool of you man, why are you laughing at my MISFORTUNE"

"you steal coupons i don't think you can really talk about being 'uncool' kid"

This girl all but choked on the pizza slice she'd been stress eating

Bucky Barnes just called her uncool

the

audacity

"I am the coolest person in this building"

"you just confessed to to theft"

"so?"

"i didn't even say anything to you"

silence

braincells hard at work trying to reply

"....I-..... shut up"

"What's your name kid?"

"You called me uncool, you don't get to know my name"

she turns and closes the door, Bucky laughs and does the same

they managed to somehow bump into each other even more after that, with Bucky asking if she stole anymore coupons and Alpine challenging him (and losing) to staring contests

it always ends with her telling him to fuck off and closing the door annoyed that he wins

does he get paid to stare or something

she practices in the mirror because god dammit she will win one of these days

she loses to her reflection

how is it's even possible she doesn't know

but she swears at that mirror every day for a week after

he still asks for her name, she still doesn't give it

annoyed that he called her uncool and hasn't even apologised for it

or taken it back

"Seiously, I can't keep calling you kid, you gotta have a name"

"I'm not telling you my name, you'll just have to guess."

too much effort

with a frown he shrugs

"Fine, I guess I'll just call you.... Alpine"

"You just named me like I was your pet, shocking behaviour Sarge."

That was when he realised she knew who he was

she knew who he was

and still talked to him

he can't help but keep his distance after that

but, she keeps watching him nonetheless, making sure he's looking after himself

he still doesn't eat properly, she thinks

and it annoys her

if he starves to death before she wins a staring competition

she will kill him

it all came to a boiling point when he came home, mumbling angrily about his therapy session and about having no food in the fridge because he was too annoyed to go to the store after the session

his door slammed close and she stopped for a minute

she'd never seen him that angry

so, with all the determination a 21 year old can muster to care for a 106 year old

she cooked him dinner

it was simple, she'd say if he asked

she'd cooked to much

that old cliche

but in reality, she had no idea what she was doing

in the end she made some sort of chicken fried rice

it wasn't much but it would do

when Bucky heard the knocking on his door he contemplated not even answering

probably a lost delivery boy

when it happened again

and again

and again

until

"OH MY GOD ARE YOU FUCKING DEAD?!"

a genuinely panicked screech from the hallway

groaning he opened the door and stared at the girl, catching her hand before she could bang on the door again

"You're very persistent"

"YOU'RE ALIVE THANK GOD"

she nearly went to hug him, but he stopped her by putting a hand on her forehead, keeping her at a distance

"You're a weird kid"

"Shut up and come eat dinner with me, I made too much"

and he would have said no

but she looked genuinely upset at the fact she thought he was dead, a hand resting on her heart

"..."

"i'm taking silence as a yes."

with that she grabs his arm and drags him to her apartment, barely letting him close the door

Whilst she went about sorting out their dinner, serving it up and getting them some drinks

in the meantime, Bucky took a look around, awkwardly, as you do

it was a normal apartment for someone living in their 20s. Not too clean but not too messy, nothing indecent thrown around the place. a few empty cans but that was it

mail on the counter in the hall

Bucky took a chance and glanced at it, maybe he could get her name if he just looked

Alpine

what the fuck

"What are you doing?"

man drops the letter and looks like a deer caught in headlights for about three seconds, looking at the grinning girl

wait- grinning?

"You're a bit late sarge, I looked at your mail the first day you moved in."

what

the

fuck

"You looked at my mail?"

"You can't exactly talk now can you? now come on, foods up."

they sat and ate the dinner she cooked together, talking and getting to know each other, teasing about the fact she thought he was dead

it was nice

it felt like... he had Steve back

he had a family

but he couldn't help his curiosity

"You aren't... scared of me?"

she shrugs

"You could have broken my whole damn arm when i tried to hug you earlier, you're not a monster Sargent Barnes. I trust you"

there it was, the words he'd always needed to hear

you are not a monster

he nods silently, looking up at her as she takes their dishes to put in the sink

"Hey kid?"

"yeah old man?"

"You're pretty cool, y'know that"

"..."

"Nice try, I'm sticking with Alpine"

"Damn it"

[mama-qwerty]

Little and Broken

This started as a little Shortie for an ask from @wingsofthesun and instead turned into THIS.

~~~~~~~~~~

Eclipse pressed himself flat against the wall as he peered into the living room. The lightbox (teevee Silver called it) was on, and colorful images flashed across the screen.

Silver and the human woman sat on the couch, with the hedgehog snuggled up close to his mother. Her hands ran absently through his quills, and every now and then he would turn his nose to nuzzle against her side.

At first, Eclipse wasn't interested. They watched that teevee almost every night, sometimes laughing at what they saw, sometimes crying, sometimes cheering. He didn't understand--they were just some sort of transmission. He'd seen similar ones on the Comet--feeds of various planets the Black Arms were studying to destroy more effectively. (Even though they were the strongest warriors in the galaxy, they still didn't want to waste effort and energy in an attack that could be won in a simpler way.)

He didn't get the appeal. Or how they could become so invested and reactionary to the images. It seemed silly.

The darkling had stayed in his little closet, trying to ignore the noise from the other room as he napped. But then, certain bits of dialogue came to him, and his curiosity got the better of him.

"Monstrosity? What you see before you, is the first of a new species. I call it, Experiment 626."

Eclipse's brow furrowed. He poked his head out through the blanket acting as the door to his 'room'.

"He is bulletproof, fireproof, and can think faster than super computer. He can see in the dark, and move objects 3000 times his size. His only instinct, to destroy everything he touches!"

The darkling crawled out from his hidey hole, making his way to the archway between the kitchen and living room. This was sounding interesting. It sounded a lot like him! A creature created to be a fierce warrior! To be strong and capable and formidable and--

"So it IS a monster."

That stopped him in his tracks. Monster? No, he was created to be the best parts of the Black Arms. This, well, whatever it was on the teevee was also created to be strong, to be a warrior. That's not a monster.

Eclipse slid against the wall, being careful to stay out of sight as he watched the events on the screen.

"And as for that abomination, it is the flawed product of a deranged mind. It has no place among us."

"The council has banished you to exile, on a desert asteroid."

That word made Eclipse's heart clench. He wasn't quite sure why he was on this backward mudball of a planet, but he'd always thought it was for some secret mission. Some valuable scouting mission for his father, the great and powerful Black Doom. It's what helped him keep his sanity in those early days.

But late at night, he thought of that word. Banished. And part of him whispered that that's really what happened. He'd failed his father one time too many, and now he was sent away. Banished to die alone on this pathetic planet, full of pathetic humans.

He tried to push that thought away.

On the teevee, Experiment 626 managed to escape. Eclipse watched with wide eyes as the ship he stole headed toward Earth.

~X~X~X~

"This is you. This is your badness level. It's unusually high for someone your size. We have to fix that."

Eclipse wrinkled his muzzle. Experimen--Stitch, wasn't bad. That was how he was created! It was just who he was. Changing him meant making him be a different person. That wasn't fair. That wasn't right.

He didn't like the humans in this transmission. Not at all.

~X~X~X~

"Look at him Lilo, he's obviously mutated from something else. We have to take him back.”

“He was an orphan and we adopted him! What about ohana??”

“He hasn’t been here that long!”

“Neither have I! . . . . Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind, or forgotten.”

Silver laughed at this part, pointing to the teevee.

“Look! That’s just like what happened with us when Eclipse came!”

The woman laughed a little, nodding. “Yeah, that’s kinda the gist of it, isn’t it? You were all about keeping him and I, well, needed a little convincing, didn’t I?”

“You were just mad because he bit you.”

“Oh, and that was so unreasonable!”

The two laughed a little more, and Eclipse looked on from his hidden spot near the archway.

The hedgehog was right. That was very similar to how it played out. To be fair, the darkling still wasn’t completely sold on the idea of staying here. His arm was healed, but the weather was getting colder outside. He’d never survive without shelter. And the human had welcomed . . . well, accepted him into her home without any demands for repayment or compensation. Sure, he couldn’t fight or hurt anyone, but that was a small price to pay for warm shelter and a full belly, right?

That word kept repeating through his head, though. Ohana. The older human in the transmission didn’t seem to want to keep Stitch, but the little one was insistent they did. Because of ohana. Family. She saw Stitch as family, even though he caused trouble, and had only been there for a short time.

His eyes wandered to the couch. Silver was like that. He had wanted to help Eclipse from that very first night he’d appeared, trying to snatch food from their trash. And the hedgehog was so happy to have Eclipse here now.

But the woman wasn’t as sold. Just like the one in the transmission. She was more wary of Eclipse. She was more interested in taking care of Silver, like the one in the teevee was all about caring for her sister. They were just the same.

It was strange how similar it was.

~X~X~X~

“This little girl is wasting her time. 626 cannot be taught to ignore its destructive programming.”

“This is interesting. 626 was designed to be a monster, but now, there’s nothing to destroy. You see, I never gave him a greater purpose. What must it be like to have . . . nothing? Not even memories to visit in the middle of the night.”

Eclipse stared at the teevee with wide eyes. Was that . . . was that like him? He had been created as the Black Arms’ greatest weapon. A prince to the most dangerous and destructive race the galaxy has ever known. His entire life, since he was hatched, has been dedicated to fighting, destroying, being stronger and better than everyone and every thing else.

But on this planet, he didn’t have to fight. He didn’t have to destroy. He didn’t have to earn his right to exist, or suffer the consequences of failure.

He was still allowed to stay here, even if he didn’t prove his strength. He was still allowed to eat, without having to fight others for the barest morsel.

But if he didn’t do what he was created for, what did that make him?

The only difference was, Eclipse did have memories. But they weren’t exactly the type he wanted to visit in the middle of the night. Because they hurt. And were scary. And reminded him of just how much of a failure he was.

~X~X~X~

The humans were on the beach. Riding some sort of boards on the waves in the water. They laughed and had fun together. Stitch watched them.

Eclipse watched, too. His gold-on-black eyes flicked to the couch, where Silver and the woman sat. Silver leaned closer, and the woman reached down to pull him closer, wrapping her arms around him tightly. She rested her chin on the top of his head, and a smile curled the hedgehog’s lips.

Stitch reached for the little human. Wanting to be included. Risking a return to his greatest weakness. Just to be part of their family.

The darkling stared.

~X~X~X~

“I hear you cry at night. Do you dream about them? I know that’s why you wreck things, and push me.”

“Our family’s little now, and we don’t have many toys. But, if you want, you could be part of it. You could be our baby, and we could raise you to be good.”

“Ohana means family. And family means nobody gets left behind.”

“But if you wanna leave, you can.”

Anger stirred in the darkling. He hated this transmission. He shouldn’t be wasting his time watching this—he was a weapon, a warrior, and should have been spending every moment training to be stronger. Better. What did this transmission do to help him? Nothing. He should just head back to his closet and rest, so he can get up at first light and restart his training. He’d gone too long without it, and knew his father would have found that disgusting and unacceptable.

He should. It was what his father would want.

But he couldn’t move.

His eyes moved back to the teevee. And he hated himself for being so weak.

~X~X~X~

“L-l-lost.”

“I’m lost.”

Eclipse nearly ran into the room to break the teevee. He hated this. Something was stirring deep within him, and he didn’t know what it was, but it made him angry and sad and scared and his stomach twisted and clenched.

His eyes burned with tears and he grit his teeth to keep them away.

Weapons didn’t cry. Weapons didn’t feel sad or scared. Weapons fought. Weapons won.

The darkling clamped a hand over his mouth to keep from screaming.

~X~X~X~

“Waiting.”

“For what?”

“Family.”

“Aaahh, you don’t have one. I made you.”

“M-maybe I could . . .”

“You’re built to destroy. You can never belong.”

That thing stirring inside Eclipse surged, and he swallowed down tears. Bit back sobs. He never should have started watching this transmission. It did something to him, and he couldn’t stop it, couldn’t control it.

The thought of breaking through the glass door and running off into the night flashed through his mind.

But he couldn’t.

~X~X~X~

A heartbreaking separation. An unlikely alliance. A daring rescue.

Stitch, this little monster, this abomination, this creature who was only created for destruction, became a hero. He found his family. Found his purpose. Found his place.

“This is my family. I found it, all on my own.”

“It’s little, a-and broken. But, still good.”

“Yeah. Still good.”

And now the feelings within Eclipse couldn’t be contained any longer. They churned inside, pushing their way out, whether he wanted them to or not. Tears rolled down his cheeks, soaking his muzzle and dripping onto the floor as he held his head. Sobs barked through his throat, and he scurried back to his closet, curling up with his tail wrapped around him.

Silver and the human appeared, identical looks of worry and shock on their faces.

“What’s wrong??” the hedgehog cried, his hands yanking on one of his long head spikes.

“I dunno.” The woman knelt in the doorway, looking like she wanted to touch him, but hesitant to do so. “Eclipse? What’s going on? Are you hurt?”

Worried. They were worried about him. They heard him crying and came running to make sure he was okay.

Both of them. Even the human.

He squeezed his eyes shut, curling up tighter.

“Go away!”

He wanted to scream it, bellow it, turn and lash out at them. How dare they. How dare they make him feel this way. He wasn’t supposed to feel. He was only supposed to hate. To conquer. He didn’t want to feel like he could relax, and be comfortable, and not worry about being beaten or starved or punished for not doing just the right thing.

Because that was wrong, all wrong. His entire life was about strength and fighting and being better and never, ever, ever disappointing his father, even though he seemed to do it all the time. Even when he tried his best. His best was never, ever, ever good enough.

“Hey,” the woman called, shifting to sit on her ankles. She glanced over at Silver and encouraged him to do the same. “Hey, shhh. Take a deep breath, okay?”

Why should he listen to her? She wasn’t his guardian. His caretaker. His m-mother. She was Silver’s and that’s it. She only cared about him, not Eclipse. She only begrudgingly allowed Eclipse to be in her home, taking care of him only out of obligation, because that’s what Silver wanted. She didn’t want him here. She didn’t care.

“C’mon, deep breath,” she said again, her voice soft and soothing. “Focus on that for me, okay?”

He didn’t want to. Every fiber of his being was screaming at him to just lash out—to slash and bite and punch and kick. He hated these feelings and wanted them gone.

But he found himself pulling a deep breath in, and letting it out slowly, following her lead. She smiled and said soothing words to him, continuing this slow breathing.

After a few more breaths, Eclipse’s tears slowed, and he uncurled, but kept himself in the furthest corner from them.

“Better?” she asked, a little smile on her lips. Eclipse turned away, but nodded once. “Good. Are you hurt?” He hesitated before shaking his head. “Okay, also good. Do you wanna talk about it?” Another head shake, this one more immediate. “Okay, that’s fine. You don’t have to if you’re not comfortable. But both Silver and I are here if you change your mind.”

Eclipse grunted in response. He wouldn’t change his mind. What could he say? The transmission they were watching made him feel things? How stupid. It was stupid.

“How about some ice cream?” Silver asked, flicking his amber eyes between Eclipse and his mother. “That always makes me feel better after I get upset.”

The darkling turned slightly, an eyebrow raised. He wasn’t much for the sweet foods Silver seemed to like, but ice cream was something he could tolerate. Even if it was cold. He gave the hedgehog a little nod.

“That’s an excellent idea, Bug,” the woman said, pushing herself to her feet. “C’mon kiddos. Ice cream makes everything better.”

Silver quickly followed after his mother, a big smile on his lips. Eclipse slowly crawled out of his closet, watching as they gathered bowls and spoons.

This world was nothing like his home on the Black Comet. These people were nothing like the Black Arms’ or Black Doom.

But maybe . . .

Maybe that was okay.

~~~

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Original or Remake pt. 2: Summary

The Stories we tackled were: The Lion King, The Jungle Book (2x), Peter Pan, and Mulan.

Thank you to everyone who voted in the polls, shared and liked the polls, and added their own personal accounts! Below is a bit more detailed de-brief (rambling) of the five polls.

We did expect that The Lion King was going to attract more attention than last time's polls. We did not expect for it to leave the Little Mermaid or Alice polls in the dust so quickly! Within 24 hours it was crushing the responses!

Then four days later we were far for expecting Mulan to crush The Lion King's records! In a single day, Mulan had practically caught up to Lion King's vote total from five days! And now she's got the record for votes in this series: 1418

These two also had a lot in common in the response distribution too! Lion King went pretty far without anyone picking "Mostly LA" or "Both." Mulan went half the week before anyone admitted to a preference to the live action, and even then it was only one (1) person by the end. (on a side note, there was a time when all five polls had at least one response at 0 votes.) It is very clear to say that the Animated Mulan is by far the favorite and the Live Action most disliked. We don't even have to consider the fact "did not like either" was the smallest % of all the series polls to date.

This should not surprise us. Mulan and Lilo and Stitch seem to be Tumblr's general Disney faves.

What is interesting about the Lion King is how many of you picked the Musical. It's the first time the Musical has been second! Granted it was only ~4%. but still! The last note on the Lion King: over the week, we watched as the percentage for "Animated!" slowly fall. It was high 90s the first couple days and hit 95% around mid-week but managed to say in the low 90% for the end of day 7.

As for the other three polls....Much more on par with the expectations all around.

We did anticipate having a third Jungle Book poll, where the two more popular movies went against each other. But we're scrapping that idea. Between CGI and Animated we know the winner, and honestly we expect pt. 1 would have been the hardest choice in the end.

And Yet; it was exciting to see "I did not like either" barely lose for the first time. One vote gave the plurality win in pt. 2 to the CGI Jungle Book.

As for Peter Pan: It was closest to fitting the expectations we had. It would slide very nicely in with most of the polls from last round. And we did plan for this comparison as the Fairies were gathering submissions on purpose.

Now for a quick numbers recap: all of 4 Animated won with a majority, and the CGI Jungle Book only with the plurality. The largest range in answers was Mulan, the smallest Jungle Book pt 2.

We have a handful of remaining polls to get through for a part 3. The plan is to have them while collecting the final responses for the Summer Superheroes tournament in about two weeks (June-ish).