#I think the soulmates one would be the quickest

[amethystina]

If you had to put Yohan and Gaon in a parallel universe, what would it be? Bcs I've been thinking about how would they be in a zombie apocalypse scenario (it's definitely very angst)

I can think of several and my brain tends to let the ideas percolate at the back of my mind whether I want them to or not x'D So, at random, it'll present me with fully formed stories complete with a complex plot and everything that's been slowly pieced together while I wasn't looking.

Admittedly, I haven't thought of a Zombie AU, though, probably because I don't like the doom and gloom of it (she says while having written a 100k Zombie AU for another fandom where one of the main characters is a literal zombie x'D ).

ANYWAY. Here are some ideas that have been living in my brain rent-free for a while:

Soulmate AU:

While everybody believes in soulmates, not everyone is lucky enough to dream of their fated other half. Yo Han does, however. They start during his teenage years, as is customary, and he can't say he's surprised when it's Isaac's familiar face he sees. He's quite relieved, in all honesty, since he'd much rather have a platonic soulmate than a romantic one. It's less messy that way.

Fate proves him wrong the day Isaac dies in that godforsaken fire and Yo Han devotes the rest of his life to avenging his soulmate's death. That seems to be the only way to fill the void inside of him.

But then, just as Yo Han is getting ready to set his ten-year plan in motion, everything gets thrown on its head.

He meets Kim Ga On.

Suddenly, Yo Han isn't sure who he's seeing in his dreams. Is it Isaac or this young, idealistic judge — who Yo Han soon realises has been sent to spy on him? And, even if it is Kim Ga On he's dreaming about, does that truly change anything? Everything has already been set in motion and, soulmate or not, Yo Han wants revenge for what happened to his brother.

And what's to say that Kim Ga On — so brilliant and righteous — would even want Yo Han as his soulmate? His despise for Yo Han is evident so, clearly, fate must have made a mistake this time.

Someone that pure could never love a monster like him.

(Ga On dreams, too, and they're always the same. He never sees his soulmate's face, only roaring flames and a crumbling building. Ga On assumes that means his soulmate is dead. Why else would he find himself trapped inside that burning inferno every time he dreams? Surely he would have seen something else by then if the person was still alive?

Not once does it cross his mind that, maybe, his soulmate just needs to find a reason to start living again...)

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Black Knight AU:

Joining a group of rebel refugees wasn't so much a choice for Ga On as a necessity. He hates to see the suffering around him, people dying from lack of oxygen and food, their numbers dwindling by the day.

Ga On wants a better future for all of them and he'll fight tooth and nail to get it — even if that means tearing down the old world order and demanding a new one.

Fortunately for the rebels, they have someone on the inside helping them. Ga On has never met this person — known only as the Benefactor — but it's clear that he must be from the core district. Only someone at the very top would have the kind of power and influence that the Benefactor does, providing the rebels with information and supplies through the network of deliverymen and military personnel at his disposal. Ga On doesn't know why someone at the core district would want to bring down the very system that keeps him rich, but Ga On will take whatever help he can get.

And then — as if Ga On doesn't already have enough to deal with — things get complicated the day the rebels intercept what they think is a supply delivery but turns out to be a travel convoy. And the man at its centre is clearly from the core district judging by his pristine suit and flawless appearance. Usually, that would make him a valuable hostage, but there's something different about this man.

Not only does he not seem the least bit afraid to find himself in the midst of a group of armed refugee rebels, but he also fixates on Ga On in a way that's downright unsettling. Ga On doesn't understand why.

Nor does he understand why he keeps feeling an inexplicable and wholly inappropriate pull towards the man. Ga On knows absolutely nothing about him aside from the fact that he's clearly very rich, unnervingly intelligent and, as it soon turns out, incredibly dangerous. How can Ga On be attracted to someone so ruthless and selfish?

The only core district dweller Ga On feels even the slightest bit of respect for is the Benefactor and this Kang Yo Han is the polar opposite. Ga On shouldn't feel drawn to him.

And yet, against better knowledge, he does.

And it feels more like a question of when he'll succumb, rather than if.

(This story has everything! Rebels! Eating of the rich! Delicious identity porn! Explosions! Elijah calling Ga On literal trash that Yo Han dragged in from the gutter!

... it would probably also be pretty long so let's hope I don't succumb to the urge to write it)

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Historical Vampire AU:

After Ga On's parents die, he fully expects to end up on the streets and starve to death. Fortunately for him, a local scholar takes him on as an apprentice instead, teaching him how to read and write.

He feels incredibly indebted to Scholar Min and so, many years later, when Ga On is asked to accept a position as assistant to a rich but mysterious lord just outside the city, he of course does so. The position is a mere cover, however. In actuality, Ga On will be spying on Kang Yo Han in hopes of finding out if he's secretly supporting the uprising that's brewing in their region.

More than once, Scholar Min tells Ga On that he must be careful — that the mission is incredibly dangerous. But it's not until he actually arrives at Lord Kang's estate that Ga On understands why Scholar Min kept repeating all those dire warnings.

Not only is Kang Yo Han aloof and deeply unsettling — his gaze filled with something that could only be described as hunger whenever he looks at Ga On — but he doesn't seem to eat, rarely sleeps, and never ventures outside during the day. Only once darkness falls does he leave the estate and, sometimes, he doesn't return until just before dawn.

Before long, Ga On begins to wonder if Kang Yo Han isn't just involved in the uprising, but might also be the cause for the dead bodies that have been found strewn around the city the past couple of months.

And, somehow, Ga On has to find proof to support his theory — preferably without becoming a target himself.

(A.k.a. if you thought Ga On's neck kink in Who Holds the Devil was bad? Think again, bitches)

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Aside from these, there are also the two parallel universe stories I have already started: Gravitational Pull which is basically meant to be a series of one-shots that divert from the original canon by changing one small detail in each installment. And then The Devil's Due which is a Different First Meeting AU where they meet when Ga On is still a teenager and that throws everything out of order (because Yo Han accidentally kickstarts Ga On's gay awakening a lot sooner than usual and, after that, all bets are off)

So yeah. I could probably think of several more but let's stop here for now xD

(And don't ask me why I chose to write these ideas as if they're fanfic summaries because they definitely aren't fanfics yet)

[iheardarumorthings]

HEY BESTIE CAN U MAKE A BLURB OR SOMETHING ABOUT FIVE HARGREEVES DURING THE FIRST EP OF S3 like yk the one where he saw delores after jayme spits on him and the reader who happens to date him saw it and like "wtf is he doing" and heard the name delores coming out of his mouth and the reader just goes silence after that scene BECAUSE THE READER IS THINKING ABOUT IT A LOT LIKE "is he actually still in love with a mannequin" and like very angsty afterwards but Five confronted her why she's being so quiet after their visit at the sparrows and the rest is up to u :] TYSM IDK ITS MY 1ST REQUEST ACTUALLY AND I CANTTT STOP THINKING ABT S3

ANGSTANGSTANGST

warnings: i think there's swearing, female reader (in my mind, but i can't remember using pronouns), angst. hardcore angst

tags: @mad-elia

PERFECTION

You were both running to get to Allison, his arm was around your waist, the other arm stretched toward the cornered woman. 

“Thanks,” she heaved once the three of you made it to the upstairs. 

“No problem,” Five said.

And then you saw her. She was a taller woman with electric black hair and green eyes. 

He told you guys to go, that he’d handle the woman. While Allison ran, you lingered, hiding behind the wall, watching.

He hit her over the head and she let out a groan of pain. Good. He could handle anything, your boyfriend. You had no doubt he’d be able to handle this easily; after all, he was probably the quickest thinker out of everyone. He could do anything and everything and that was only one reason you were irretrievably, desperately in love with the man.

And then came the spit, along with a hiss bubbling from the woman’s mouth. Jayme, you think her name was. Jayme. It sounded about right.

You wrinkled your nose, much like Five who began to berate her. “Agh! Hey, gross, alright?”

But before he could continue the usual lecture about sanitation, his face went glassy. Sweat built up on his forehead, and he began to walk around almost aimlessly.

“What the hell?” you heard him whisper. His eyes were directed toward the stairs, as were Jayme’s.

You ran out, looking at him, but didn’t touch him. Disturbing people when they’re in a trance could end dangerously, you heard. 

“What did you do to him?” you whispered, but she heard it and only smiled. It wasn’t one of those soft smiles; it was something similar to Five’s smile when he was irked. It was crooked, fake.

“I’m only showing him what he wants, kid.”

“Dolores?” Five whispered. You could feel your heart shatter.

The mannequin; that mannequin that sat with the both of you through the darkest nights of the apocalypse. She was there through everything; he always seemed to choose her over you. Even after you two were together. Dolores this; Dolores that; “Dolores would look good in this, wouldn’t she?”; “Dolores, you’re perfect”; “Dolores, I love you”.

You thought it was over. You thought he was over the stupid mannequin; you thought he loved you, only you. You thought that you two were meant for one another, the stupid soulmate shit everyone preached. But, you could see now, you clung on too tightly to the dreams a little girl would have.

You could see him break out into a smile, a genuine one. “Dolores.”

And then came the italian. 

“Really? Italian? Holy shit. Do you think I could get out of this without fighting you?” you asked Jayme. She raised an eyebrow at you before quickly turning to Five. “I’m way to tired for-”

He began to make out with thin air. 

Well, fuck.

“Okay, I’m just going to go,” you said, holding back the tears that threatened to spill.

You only just turned your back when you heard Five tumble down the stairs.

~*~

“Just gonna sit. I’m just gonna sit for a minute,” Luther groaned.

Your bones were cracking. You could practically collapse right there, plopping down on the top of the bench, lying there, mimicking Klaus on the table next to yours.

“Oh, I’m cracking,” Klaus said, a grit to his voice. You could second that.

“You all good, Klaus?”

“Fine, (Y/N/N), you?”

“Could be better.”

Five climbed on top of the table, sitting on the edge and placing your head gently in his lap. He began to run his fingers through your hair, his rhythm was constant. His love wasn’t. He grazed a cut and you hissed.

“That’s one hell of a cut, Sweetheart,” he mused quietly. You used that as an excuse to get out of his lap.

“I’m fine.”

You could see him flinch- just barely, not enough to catch if you weren’t paying close attention- at the slight harshness in your tone.

Good.

~*~

“CHET! Mon frère! I’d like my usual suite, por favor!” Klaus announced excitedly to the man at the front desk. He was older, his wrinkles prominent, but his hair still maintaining a blondish color that grasped onto hints of youth. 

“I’ve never seen you before,” Chet deadpanned. 

“See? Told you. Discreet.”

“Great job, Klaus,” you giggled; in turn, he wrapped an arm around you and wrestled you into his side.

“Don’t sass me, kiddo. There is such thing as a time out corner, you know.”

The dog’s whimper interrupted the conversation very quickly. 

“Please stop scaring my dog,” Chet said.

“We need some rooms, please.”

“Super.” Chet pulled out a sign with the words only a nightmare could hold. “And how will we be paying today?”

Well shit.

“Fine,” Luther said. “Empty your pockets. Come on; something.”

You dug around in your pockets, finding a dagger and an extinguished cigarette. 

“(Y/N)! Come on, really?” Five scolded.

“As if you haven’t had a cigar before.”

“Condoms?” Luther asked.

“I think you can exchange those for cash,” Klaus replied, causing you to giggle.

“Come on, you two, put the knives away!”

Luther looked around. “Oh, all right,” he sighed, removing his watch. Klaus marveled at it as he handed it to Chet. Examining it, Chet grabbed three room keys.

“Well, let’s Brady Bunch this bitch.”

~*~

Only one room had one bed, so you and Five were assigned to that one.

“Let’s unpack. Settle in.”

“And what do we have to unpack?” you questioned, eyebrow cocked.

“Yes, Darling, isn’t that liberating?”

“Fair enough.”

“Alright then,” Five said. “Let’s fix you up.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

You didn’t want him touching you anymore. You didn’t want him lying to you anymore.

“You know what I mean.”

“Fine. I’ll get Allison in here-”

“Why Allison?” he asked, eyebrows furling. You could see the hurt flash in his eyes. Your heart broke and soared at the same time.

“You know why, Five. I saw everything.”

“Everything? I don’t get it.” He approached you, reaching out. You pulled back. He took another step forward. This kept going until your back hit the wall. He quickly brought his arm up, trapping you there. “I don’t understand. Why can’t I take- what did you see?”

You laughed, but stared at his arm. He was serious.

His other hand made its way to your hairline, brushing it softly. “I don’t understand.”

You recoiled, causing him to flinch once more.

“Sweetheart, we’re done. It’s all over; no more apocalypse, no more nothing. This is it! We can be happy- just… tell me what happened. I’ll fix it. I swear I will. I can’t afford to lose you after everything. I’ll fix everything, I promise, just please tell me what-”

“I saw you making out with thin air.”

“After what Jayme did? I thought I told you to run-”

“I hung back to make sure there wasn’t any funny business.” His arm loosened and you made your exit, walking toward the door. He didn’t jump toward you. He didn’t do anything. He just looked. “Turns out, there was some funny business. You’re still hung up on Dolores.”

“No,” he whispered. “No, (Y/N), I swear to God, I-”

“I heard everything, Five. So, we’re hanging out here for the next few days and then I’m out. I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore.”

“(Y/N), I love you. Not Dolores, you.”

“I have come second to her after years, Five. Years I have waited for you to come around, and when you finally did, I was stupid enough to believe it was true. I was foolish enough to believe you could actually love me, that someone would actually love me. But, of course, I should’ve known: you can’t get over something so perfect that quickly.”

“You are perfection,” he whispered, tears in his eyes. “You-”

“No, Five. You can’t- I know what I saw. I know what you want, and that’s not me. Now, if you excuse me, Allison will only be available for so long. I’m going to need this cut fixed.”

You walked out the door with tears blurring your vision.

[kiwiraccoon]

Behind You

San x reader

Description: y/n explores a building her family used to own with her best friend only to find not something but someone inside.

Word Count: 782

Notes: mature language, first person POV, use of nicknames “honey” “dear”, annoyance at best friend

part 1 | part 2

“What are we doing here y/n?”

“Shhh will you?” In the dead of night my best friend and I wander in the woods to take a peek at the old hotel my family used to own. When I found the maps and pictures in our attic, I knew I had to learn more. And what better place to figure it out than the building itself. My best friend knows this yet she still remains confused, scared, and worried. I wish she had a little faith in me.

So what if we were searching out in the dark, it made the whole experience more thrilling for what could possibly be a waste of time. She keeps voicing her concerns and worries like I never heard her the first time and I had to admit what was first cute, was now annoying. 

Finally stepping up to the building I reach into my pocket and retrieve the old key hoping the locks haven’t been changed. And just my luck, they haven’t. We step into the dust covered and pitch black foyer, using our flashlights to find our way around. I have no clue what exactly I am looking for, but I know there is something here for me, waiting for me.

“Can you just hurry up? It feels bad in here.” Her voice penetrates the silence, erasing the god awful ringing along with it.

“Feels bad?” I ask, wondering what exactly she means as I have never felt more calm and at peace in a building. Nothing about this feels sketchy or wrong, it feels like I was meant to be here.

“You don’t get a bad vibe about this? Like there could be ghosts here for all we know. Maybe even worse, you seriously don’t feel it?” She rambles as we continue through the building making it into the large sitting area that seems to have held a bar as well.

I sigh and turn to face her growing tired of her complaints, “I feel nothing, my family owned the building and maybe still do. I just want to know more about it, and I actually feel like I belong here. If I would have known you were goi-“

“Y/n.” She cuts me off as fear overtakes the features of her face, widening her eyes into a size I had never seen before. “B-“ she gulps, “behind you.” 

Without second guessing I turn my head to look over my left shoulder and instantly make eye contact with a strikingly perfect man who held a sinister smile on his face. One that should make any sane person feel immense fear and want to find the nearest and quickest escape. Instead a smile pulls its way across my lips, tugging them just enough to show this odd loving feeling I have within my body. 

I have never met this man before in my life, but just the presence of him around sends dopamine and serotonin to course through my veins as if I had injected drugs. This man was perfection personified whether that was the universal truth or simply my own opinion, it didn’t matter. I have read about soulmates in books of fiction, wishing such thing were real and right now I think it is.

He moves slowly behind me and I turn my head to my right with a smile still on my face to meet his eyes again. “Hi, honey.” I say so simply as if this man had been in my life for decades and it was a common greeting for us.

“Dear, I’ve been waiting for you.” His voice sends chills across my skin raising bumps along the surface as it travels through me. The name, it felt so normal that it didn’t even cross my mind.

“What the fuck.” I hear my best friend whisper but I don’t even acknowledge her as my attention is entirely wrapped in him. His sharp, sinful eyes captivate me entirely. His smile sends euphoria running through my heart, increasing the speed to show me how happy it is.

His arms wrap around my waist and pull me back into him and it’s as if my whole body was submerged in gold. I felt priceless, cared for, loved. How could a man I have never met before make me feel ways I could only ever dream about. “What took you so long?”

“I’m sorry honey, how long have you been waiting?” I close my eyes as I lean into him more embracing the feel of his skin against mine, his chin on my shoulder, his breath tickling my neck, and his arms holding me tighter at the name.

“Too long. Way too long.”

[starwalker03]

angst brain worm. AU of WMLP where due to magic or soulmate stuff when one of the original team gets injured, all of them get scars or a mark where the scar is. The cast getting a back row seat to see horrible things happening to each other but can't pin point who got what scar. Someone is getting whipped no one but Dick knows who. The possibility to communicate with self harm. Wally getting out of the speedforce and seeing all these scars.

listen here you little shit-

I love the energy but I just considered my dark au wherein the whole team is one poly group of soulmates and took psychic damage. I need to go lie down.

okay i laid down and then didn't come back. anyway.

that is. horrible. knowing that one of their loved ones is going through something, not even knowing from pain how bad it is, only having a scar/mark. watching it shift and change as the injury heals.

there's probably a while where Kaldur is so confused because he keeps getting so many that heal way too quickly. they can't be Conner's, he isn't so easily wounded nor does he have a healing factor (as far as I'm aware? someone fact check me lmao. certainly not one as quick as Dick's) but it can't be Artemis or M'Gaan. finding out Dick is alive by science experiment means and realising that was all being done to Dick. the team always knowing if something is happening to Dick because those marks heal the quickest.

Wally getting them all at once is horrific to think about. especially cause he's just come out of the speed force; for a moment he thinks they're his own scars. he doesn't know what happened. and then he realises they're not real scars they're soul marks and his stomach drops.

Oh my god. everyone would have the brand from Slade. they would all know that Slade had branded Dick. not just marked him as something Slade owns, but specifically with such a barbaric instrument as white-hot metal. the knowledge as they watch it settle into their skin that Dick must have smelt his own burning flesh.

the scar on Dick's eye. seeing it slowly but surely track its way across his face, knowing that it's purposeful, not an accident, that there is probably something very bad going on right now while Dick takes this cut.

Okay I have to stop thinking about Dick. who else has had the shit kicked out of them.

man. M'Gaan's first field mission. she doesn't get a lot of them, but Bee would have sent her on at least one before letting her work with Renegade. the team seeing these injuries and panicking because it's not Dick. and it can't be Conner. and surely not Kaldur, he's locked up tight.

which leaves Meg and Artemis. Artemis is the only one who can logically surmise it's M'Gaan. fucking hell. M'Gaan was pretty much only hurt by fire or force in the show, she never dealt with stabs and genuine blows. she's a support fighter, really, until at least season two. and the whole team had a sort of thing in their heads of babying M'Gaan. knowing she's going through something, no ideas as to what, but that this could be the first time she's dealing with real genuine inescapable pain, without anyone by her side to help.

I can't handle this shit right now.

(Wally asking Dick which marks are from Dick, which ones are from other team members. Dick looking at his own scars on someone else's body and realising exactly what he's gone through and reliving it anew through Wally's eyes)

[oceansssblue]

[THE BAD BATCH] — Soulmate AU

WRECKER/OFC

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF DEATH, VIOLENCE, WOUNDS, BLOOD. 💔

The crowd roared as yet another fighter had to be dragged out of the cage. A trail of dark blood dripped from the defeated Trandoshan's body; gashes openned on his green skin with sharp spikes and blades. The bodyguards took him to one of the adyacent locker rooms; and all eyes were placed upon the winner again. He was an imponent Gen'Dai; his huge mass of tentacles swipping the air with traces of blood and grime still etched onto them. Why would someone want to voluntarily fight against a creature like that and his regeneration abilities... That, was a mistery.

Walbur was out of the usual tourists way. Only one commercial space lane runned by in its nearby proximity; and in its hidden spot in the very limit of the galaxy with the Unkown Regions, rules didn't seem to apply. That made for a very interesting and dangerous mix of travellers; and The Bad Batch couldn't have felt more normal in the dingy scarecely illuminated bar. On one side, a long sticky counter was crammed against the wall; the resident two-headed barttender pouring suspicious spiced drinks non-stop. On the oposite side, a group of two pa'lowiks and three twi'leks entertained those who wanted a safer and more relaxed show; further along, the bar openned wide to a giant room with high cealings and a built in metal cage right on its center. It was big, allowing quite a few meters of movility in the Arena inside; surrounded by rows of seats that were being currently fully occupied.

Clone Force 99 had learned uppon arrival that it was << Champions Night >>. The bar held regular fights each five rotations, apparently; and anyone could participate if they felt like tempting luck. The winner of each fight added a sum of 700 Imperial credits to their belt; the price doubled if it ended in death, and slightly increased if limbs were teared away. There was no surrender; falling KAO was the safest and quickest way out, something some fighters had to pray for right before their end.

The Bad Batch couldn't have crashed in a worse place. The Marauder needed heavy repairs; repairs that would cost them too much money, money that they didn't posess. Omega had stayed back in the damaged ship with Echo –Hunter couldn't even think of the curious teenager roaming around those streets– while the rest of them explored the Capital trying to find a solution to their problem. But there weren't many options; they needed big money, and they needed it as soon as possible. Tech had suggested a hesitant idea; and while Wrecker had inmediately agreed, Hunter had been more cautious about it.

"These fights are brutal. They can only end in either unconsciousness or death. What if it isn't Wrecker who wins? What if its him who ends like that? We'll find another way."

Tech had been quick to answer; a new idea popping into his head.

"Let him fight. If things go wrong, we can shoot his rival with a drug dart. It'll take him out of the fight straight away. It'll be our back out plan".

Hunter stared at his brother pondering the option. He still hated the idea, but they really needed their ship repaired, and every hour they stayed in Walbur increased the possibility of someone reporting them to the Empire. And he wasn't ready to have another confrontation with Crosshair, yet.

"You always carry drug darts around with you, Tech?" Hunter asked, resolve weakened, and Tech showed him a confident smile.

"Why do you think I have so many pouches in my belt?"

With that settled, they inscribed Wrecker for the next few fights. Surprisingly, he had to sign of a bunch of papers; and the humanoid that organised the fight explained them what the risks were and what weapons were allowed and not. No guns, bombs or advanced warfare; only knifes, blades, spears, shields and such were admitted inside the cage.

Hunter's worries were soothed over the course of time. Even in Walbur, Wreckers unnatural strength and resistance seemed to give him the upper hand. He hadn't won unfaced –several superficial gashes crossed his skin here and there–; but no organs, too-deep wounds or broken bones were obtained. Tech was quick in his datapad to find out weaknesses in his rivals; whispering them to Wrecker from the other side of the cage before the start of each fight. He had won three by now; he only needed a last one and they could call it a night.

While Wrecker was allowed to hydrate and sweep his sweat and blood with a towel, his next fight was announced; the crowd bursting in excited shouts and roars once more when a feminine winged creature entered –more like slided– inside the cage. She walked the space in a circle, seemingly impatient, while showing a dark smile full of sharp teeth and even sharper fangs; purple eyes burning with a neon hue and pointy claws ready to tear skin right from its owner. She wore black armour with elaborated lilac details; matching the colour of his short hair, lips and pointed ears. Her skin was a pale rose; six marks of the same shade crossing her forehead and cheeks –four of them pointing towards her nose and the other two, thicker, dripping down his undereyes–. And yet, her most distinctive feature was her wings; a meter and a half tall each and growing sharpness towards their end, a miryad of colours seemingly flowing in the inner side like melted energy.

Tech tapped away, and N inmediate frown perched upon his face.

"No results found" he voiced, aware that Hunter could be able to hear him under the noise of the crowd. He glanced up to the misterious creature again "She must come from the Unknown Regions themselves..."

Hunter tensed. He was always aware of his surroundings, always able to feel things that normal people couldn't. And he could feel the weight of her eyes on them.

When the sargent found her shiny purple stare, to his surprise, the creature widened her smirk as if to signal she had been able to hear every word coming from his brothers mouth; sharp fangs glinting menacingly with the light emitted from her own wings. Hunter's own eyes traveled up to her pointy rhomboid ears and watched them twitch, realising the first of her hidden abilities; she had heightened senses as well.

"I don't like this" he whispered to Tech "We know nothing about her".

"I'll admit the lack of knowledge is concerning, yes. However, I am still positive of Wrecker winning the fight; and we always have plan B".

Her ears twitched again before the fighter turned around and distracted herself with something else; Hunter quick to steal his brothers datapad and write his discovery in the screen for him. Tech nodded in comprehension and noted he couldn't comment his thoughts and strategies for the fight in any other place than his mind.

"I'm going back in now, guys" Wrecker announced, his usually booming voice quited down by tiredness and fatigue "Something you want to tell me, Tech?"

The resident genious fidgeted with his datapad. He hated not knowing things; even more so when his brother's life were at risk.

"She has heightened senses. Hearing is confirmed, though we are not sure as for the rest. Seing as she's a winged creature, I'd assume she could be able to move faster than usual. Her openned spots are face, neck, armpits, hands and wings. The rest is fully covered by armour, though you may try to take it out. As for the obvious... Fangs and claws, so be aware of that."

As if to mock his brother's words, she drummed her fingers on one of the metal bars of the cage; once again staring at the trio upon finding her match. Wrecker nodded and left both clones behind; stepping into the cage with precision and collected patience. The creature, on the other hand, looked eager to start.

"Oh, this' gonna be a good one" chuckled a spectator besides Tech and Hunter "I can't wait to see todays current winner brought back down to the dirt".

Tech couldn't help but take the bait.

"We'll see about that".

The anphibian-humanoid chuckled and crossed his arms.

"He's in for it, boy. He's a great fighter, I won't deny that. For a human." He pointed out, smiling, and Tech had to bite his tongue.

He still didn't know what the unusual creature was capable off; he just prayed the nochalant humanoid wasn't right.

(•••)

They had been going at it for an hour. Both Tech and Hunter had the suspition the fighter could have pushed Wrecker to darkness by now; but somehow, it seemed that the misterious creature didn't quite wanted for the fight to end, pherhaps enjoying the rush and excitement of the game. Yes; Wrecker was, for once, the weakest link.

She was just... Literally, something out of the galaxy. Her body seemed to have been created to kill and inflict pain; her fangs and claws the least of anyones concern after being spectators of her game. She was all wings. Tech and Hunter had discovered –at the same time that Wrecker, unfortunately– that the outer side of them could be used as strong shields; not a vibro-blade sharp enough to penetrate it's beskar-like thick skin. Three natural spikes were integrated on their shape; one in the very high end, one mid curve, and one close to its base. The edges of both wings worked as a thin and dangerous blade; Hunter and Echo lost count just how many times they had viciously swiped through Wrecker's skin. She seemed to have no trouble finding the open spots on his armour; and by now, the Arena was sprayed with the clone's blood. The most dangerous trait wasn't just that, though; it was her speed, her figure dissapearing from plain sight in a flash of her wings before attacking from an opposite side. Her agility was a wonder; Tech and Hunter tried tracking her moves, but quickly got lost in endless spins, tosses and turns. For the winged creature, the floor and the cealing weren't floor and cealing; there were no ups or downs.

To Wreckers credit, he was holding up surprisingly well. He was in a very obvious disadvantage; but he had managed to severely harm the creature twice, once with Hunter's vibro-blade straight to her hand –he had managed to actually press the tip in til it showed on the other side– and another time with a few well aimed strong punches to her nose and mouth. The creature had been a second too slow to react; finally getting off with a spit of purple blood and a surprised glance.

Hunter wondered if that may be the reason why she was taking her time; she had been shocked by the –compared to herself– fairly normal human; and wanted to give him time to surprise her again. She felt curious about him; and Hunter felt grateful even if it looked like a predator just playing with her pray.

Wrecker tried a bold move then; quickly throwing himself on top of the creature and grasping one of her wings. With all the strength he could muster, and in a quick second, he made a violent oposite direction pull and screamed; the creature echoing his sound in pain while she felt her right wing threatening to break away from the scapula it growed from. Her whole constellation of nerves tingled in fire and torture; but she breaked through the tears and the pain, quickly grabbing the hulk of a man wrist and snapping it away.

"Bone for bone", she hissed in anger, in her native tongue, taking advantage of his now moment of weakness to pull both of his hands against his own chest, trapping them there. "You're..."

<< You're dead >>, she was going to say, but then her purple eyes catched a hint of ink on the human's forearm, peaking right under his sleeve, and the words died on her tongue. She ripped the sleeve up, revealing the rest of the mark; and the creature read his own name stunned. "You're... You're my soulmate", she realised, stunned.

Wrecker could barely focus his eyes on hers. He felt close to fainting; the fatigue and tiredness threatening to pull him under. Even if his vision was clouded, though, he did understand; and he prayed his soulmate would be benevolent enough.

The winged creature glanced at the two other humans out of the cage –one of them discretely pointing a weird gun at her–; and shared a long intense stare with the long-haired tattoed face one.

"Can you hear me?" She asked, switching to basic, all traces of cockiness nowhere to be found.

Hunter nodded, his fists clenched and teeth grinding against each other. He only needed to give Tech the order; and soulmate or not, she would be out.

The creature looked back at the man laying under her.

"Don't shoot" she ordered, out of bresth. "You'll make a scandal. I promiss I'll just take him out".

She didn't wait for his consent. She closed both of her hands around Wrecker's throat, who inevitably struggled against her; Hunter could hear her count the seconds out loud under her breath. Tech looked towards him, searching for an aswer; but Hunter shook his head. Terrified, he wondered for a moment if it was all a strategy, if she was actually planning to kill him.

But they were soulmates. And Hunter was always aware of everything; he had noticed the change on her posture and expression when she saw her name on his skin. He knew she wasn't lying. He knew, and he just needed to trust himself and wait.

THE END.

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*AUTHORS NOTE*

THAT'S THE SECOND SOULMATE AU FOR OUR FAVORITE BATCH! I ADMIT IT WASN'T (AS ONE WOULD THINK) FLUFF; BUT I FELT EXCITED TO WRITE SOME DARK VIOLENT STUFF WITH A PRETTY BADASS RUTHELESS OFC AND THAT'S THAT! I PROMISS TO WRITE A PURE SICKLY SWEET FLUFFY ONE FOR OUR NEXT BATCHER, TECH : )

REMEMBER ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE, APOLOGISE FOR ANY MISTAKES!

I DECIDED TO CUT THE STORY THERE, BUT LET ME KNOW IF YAll INTERESTED IN A SECOND PART!

AND LET ME KNOW UR OPINION TOO.

TAKING REQUESTS OR PROMPTS!

Xx,

Sky.

[evilwriter37]

Ao3 Wrapped Writer Edition

Questions from this post.

I wanted to answer these questions to take a look back at what I've accomplished this year. And you know? Very glad I did it. This made me feel pretty good. (And yes, there is shameless self promotion coming up.) Here we go!

How many words have you written this year?

307,418

How many works did you publish this year?

I think 176? My counting could be off.

What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

Honestly, any of my stories to do with Heather this year. I wrote about her quite a lot and really got to explore her trauma and characterization. I love her so much, and those fics really stand out to me.

What work of yours has the most hits?

An Heir and a Throne with 8,976 hits. I don’t know if I’d count it though, because I didn’t start it this year. 

If we’re going with stories I wrote this year, that would be Reliant with 2,224 hits.

What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

“I Don’t Know What You Mean”. It was a one-shot at first that I started last year for a whump event. Then I added more chapters, and I was stunned by how many people liked it.

Favorite title you used

Freedom Comes on Violet Wings

If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

N/A

Pairing you wrote the most for this year?

Don’t even have to look to know that it’s Viggo/Hiccup.

Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

Sorry, I can’t pick just one! I’ll do my top 3!

Viggo/Hiccup, Dagur/Hiccup, Viggo/Astrid

What work was the quickest to write?

I have so many to comb through that it would be hard to say. I wrote Lovers’ Eve in a one hour sitting, but there are shorter fics that definitely took less time.

What work took you the longest to write?

As far as one-shots go, I remember Power Sick taking me a while. It’s 6,547 words.

How many WIPs do you have in your docs for next year?

Let’s see. There’s Getting a Scar Out of It (HTTYD Dagcup Soulmate AU), An Heir and a Throne (HTTYD), Our Time Together (HTTYD), Adapt (Thrawn, not posted), Kintsugi (Teen Wolf), and What Question Can You Never Say Yes To? (Teen Wolf)

So that’s 6 multichapter fics. Whoopsie.

What’s your longest work of the year?

An Heir and a Throne with 48,981 words. Almost novel length!

What’s your shortest work of the year?

For HTTYD: Heather Lost with 253 words

But I think Good Omens takes the cake for my shortest fic. That would be He Tasted Like Coffee with only 137 words.

What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

See above.

What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

Whump. Are we even surprised?

Your favorite character to write this year?

I write a lot of Hiccup and Viggo, but you know, I’m really enjoying the writing I’ve been doing with Dagur and Heather that I started later this year. Also really been enjoying Astrid. 

The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Aziraphale. Writing from his perspective is kind of difficult. I find Crowley much easier to write. His dialogue flows better for me.

What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

Get the pitchforks, but probably more Dagur/Heather. They’re a fucked up pair and I want more of it.

Also, maybe more Viggo/Astrid.

Very tentatively thinking of Jack Frost/Hiccup.

Which works of yours have you reread the most?

Vigcup Week, probably. I think those were fantastic.

How many kudos in total did you get this year?

6,889

Which work has the most comments?

An Heir and a Throne followed by Our Time Together.

Did you do any collaborative works this year?

No, sadly, but I maybe want to try next year.

Did you write any gifts this year?

Not really, but I did do a lot of requests and some commissions!

Did you receive any gifts this year?

Yes! I’ve received 7 of them! I am guilty of not having read them all though. 

What’s your most common category?

Gen fic, followed by m/m

What do you listen to while writing?

Cinematic alternative, modern orchestra, rock, metal

Favorite work you wrote this year?

No idea. There are just too many!

Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

*stares at everything I wrote* Yeah, um, I’ll pass on this one.

Biggest surprise while writing this year?

I’m starting to get the hang of m/f and f/f couples!!! This is huge for me, because as an AFAB nonbinary trans guy with debilitating endometriosis, I can have a lot of trouble writing those types of pairings. I associate those body parts with pain, not pleasure, but I’m learning. I’m figuring out how to take my association out and just write the characters, or write the characters in new ways where I can still work around my pain. It's been so cool and incredible to me, as well as therapeutic. Writing is great, you guys.

[jinkicake]

Adding back to my “Lilith died so Lucifer could get laid” theory. I read a fic years ago about Lilith meeting mc and mc wants to fight God (understandable) and Lilith isn’t mad she’s calm asf just happy to finally meet her and she’s like???? “Aren’t you pissed??? You literally died just to come back up to the celestial realm” And Lilith is holding back a laugh like “mc, beloved if I had ent died and the war never happened where would you be?” And she’s like 😀🙂 oh okay. Like damn,,,, we would have never gotten to meet them! And Satan wouldn’t exist🥲 like that’s so said to think and IK the brothers don’t want to hear that. So imagine like idk how marrying 7 people at once would go but it’s your wedding or some type of “we swear to be together for eternity” ceremony and it’s all fun and cool even some of the angels who were against them are there bc like CANNOT keep his mouth shut about his fav big sibling getting married and Michael was like oh it gotta be here for the drama👀 maybe diavolo would walk mc down the isle but like lmao he’s apart of my harem too💀 might have to wake his dad up for that one. Or they walk to us and Lucifer is the last to go for he feels this overwhelming familiar presence and freezes and god has to give a speech bc lmao he does what he wants CLEARLY. The brothers feel every emotion at once, sadness, fear, rage and confusion they don’t even know what to do as they were stunned into silence and diavolo is like 😅what do you need?? And he starts some long speech about how they’re still his kids and Lucifer was his favorite before he drops the bomb that he sacrificed Lilith so mc could be born bc their his soulmate💀 bc if mr all seeing eye can know the past present and future why ain’t he do something before?? Why did he let that human being born?? He sat back and watched lmao and Michael helped!! So he’s like “yeaaaaaahh remember when I told you you need to loosen up and get laid?,,,, we’ll nobody was good enough for you so I had to make your soulmate from hand🥰” and literally people are about to pass out bc HUH??? PEOPLE DIED MAN!! Michael is like “no yeah can confirm I thought it was crazy too when he first told me” Lilith is a lil salty bc she wasn’t in on it but 🤷🏿‍♂️ she took one for the team. Imagine belphie bc he’s always the quickest to anger when it comes to this flips his shit and is like?? What the FUCK is wrong with you so you know how much suffering you put us through??? And Michael pipes up and is like “are you mad when you’re getting your dick wet??? Okay then relax” Aiken can’t even be like “what an odd turn of events” bc they can get his ass too “yeah we sent you to this exchange program for a reason lmao. No offense but you are NOT my strongest soldier. Pussy had you in your knees more than prayer ik that was a set up.”😭😭so before he’s like yeah so mc was MY gift to you, uh your welcome! Bc it was FR only for Lucifer but he might have added a lil too much charisma, and when he gives his well wishes he sends a shit eating grin and a wink over to diavolo and makes a comment on how well his plan to unify the realms is coming along and he hopes to be In attendance for his wedding and he’s like “excuse me???” Barbatos can’t even see wtf he’s talking about😭 but like since Lilith wasn’t an angel or demon when she fell she was like a mix of both and mc is a human if they had a kid it would be all three🤭 rip tho bc they’re all gunna be way more possessive when they fuck you I fear. Now when they say shit like “you’re taking it so well like you were made for me” THEY REALLY MEAN IT Lucifer gets a little rush of serotonin when he sees you on your knees for him and he is reminded that it’s all for him, and nobody can stop him from destroying your insides come morning, Belphegor who would get hitter over remembering watching Lilith perish before his eyes looming at it in a new light and taking it out on you. “Aren’t you gunna take responsibility for all the trouble you’ve me? The time spent in the attic” when he’s making your brain liquid

omg this makes me wonder who the demons would choose... mc or lilith like i know they would pick mc but also... would they?

no but like what if michael did all that and then mc chose to be with like barbatos or simeon HAHAH for me they would win five times out of seven.... the only people im NOT choosing over them is luci and mammon...

[luna-redamancy]

Fires of the Heart Part Three - Thorin x F! Reader

A/N: I was working on part four and I was zooming around my Tumblr trying to find part three and this whole time I realized that this was sitting in my drafts and never posted, ohmygoodness you guys. I’m so sorry! I hope you all enjoy this, and I plan to get part four finished up later this week! 

Part One, Part Two, Part Three (Here!), Part Four 

“The winter clouds are the only thing keeping her from the view of the council, the only way she is safe.” Balin thought out loud, eyes glancing toward Thorin before back to the fluffy thick clouds. Even he could feel the chill as he stood at the edge of Thorin’s bedding chamber, the stone floor ending right at the tip of his boot and the open abyss of the night sky would be frightening to anyone other than a god. 

There was another reason for the Council wishing for heat to be returned, their own chills in the deep night that yearned to be soothed and forgotten. Not even they were spared from the biting frost.

“Safe?” Thorin raised a brow, how could this be keeping you safe?

“Thorin, do you really think the Council would have let her live this long if they could find her?” Balin’s words struck a chord with Thorin, his face freezing as he realized how right Balin was. 

They would have never let her live in peace, humans were a liability in their line of work. If he truly did re-light the hearth and let the warmth of his efforts thaw the frosts below, then how long would you have? Hours? Days? Months? Or barely minutes?

And how long until he found your burial site? If they even had the respect to give you one and to not let you rot where they slayed you.

Shaking his head to dispel those thoughts, Thorin took a deep inhale through his nose. It was the only way.  “The quickest way to find her would be by lifting the storm and using–”

“And get her killed before we even arrive?” Balin scoffed, shaking his head, “Thorin, I don’t think you understand the constant surveillance that’s been placed on the storm.” 

Balin beckoned him over with a wave of the hand, gesturing down to the clouds where several guards stood in a circle- lying in wait. 

“The minute that those clouds go away, that the task force can enter the world undetected, their search would begin. We would be behind them, and inevitably they would find her before us,” Balin shook his head. “No, we need to find another way.”

“I’ve never realized…” Thorin felt disbelief course through his system as he crouched down, now sitting at the edge of his chambers, feet dangling into the atmosphere. 

“It’s all just a game to them,” Thorin frowned. “Our livelihoods, our duties to the humans, our... Emotions. It’s all just a sick game,”

“You weren’t the only one to have their fated one taken from them, Thorin,” Balin sighed, sitting beside the younger god as they stared at the task force.

“Is that why you wish to help me?” Thorin asked, side-eyeing the older god, eyeing the scarred mark on his arm. Balin never spoke of how his mark got so marred, how his flesh was damaged beyond its supernatural healing abilities, his soulmate mark nearly impossible to make out. But now, as the two sat, Thorin felt sorrow etch into his heart as he realized the reason was much darker than he ever could’ve imagined.

“Aye…You deserve a chance, lad. A chance I will help you fight for.” 

The two fell into silence as they pondered their plan, ways to distract the guards, and how to find you before the task force could.

“Curse this damn wretched storm,” Your teeth were chattering as you jolted out of bed, racing towards the window that blew open. The latch somehow came loose, the two doors of the large window now pushed open, the breeze pulling whatever warmth you had out of your bedroom. Pulling it shut, you grabbed your robe belt to tie the handles so it couldn’t open again even if the latch failed again. 

Sighing, you looked out on the streets as the snow got pushed around by the harsh winds, spiraling up before dispersing as another large gust swept it away. 

“The gods will forgive if we repent,” You muttered, recalling the clergymen from the Townsquare the other day. 

“Repent for what, existing?” You scoffed, feeling another shudder run through you as you slunk back to bed, desperate to try and get an ounce of warmth back on your skin. 

Burrowing under two blankets and three quilts, you mentally prayed for sleep to fall upon you again and take you to the fantastical dreams of being with your warm beloved in halls of stone.

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Connected || Viktor x gn!reader

Connected - Part 1

Soulmate!AU (Red String of Fate)

Viktor x gn!reader

WC: 1.7k

Tags: Extroverted Jayce, New Dorm Room, Y/N is still moving in, Impatient Heimey, First Day jitters, Viktor says literally nothing, That mf silent, Confused Reader, *Insert vine of that one lady yelling about how Arkansas and Kansas are pronounced differently*, yes I just made a vine reference, it's my goddamn fic. Also, Heimerdinger has a bouncy mustache. I am my own proofreader, Grammarly is a frequent life saver (not sponsored)

Warnings: None really. Heimer mentions the reader that getting a full-ride scholarship is a "big responsibility" and there's like a few very brief symptoms of anxiety but it's never like a panic attack it's just the reader being nervous about starting school. Also, v quick mention of chaos and destruction spurred by the reader learning what Jayce and Vik are working on. Nothing in detail, just the idea that putting magic in the hands of normies might end badly.

A/N: Hey you little stinkies. Sorry I haven't posted in a bit. School just started and I've been busy not getting an F and also looking for a job and shit. Either way, I'm back now and I'm gonna try to post a bit more frequently but if it doesn't happen don't get butt hurt cuz chances are I will be back eventually. I'll try to get Chapter 2 out soon but idk we'll see what happens. Anyways enjoy the read.

You double and triple-check your bag to be sure of its contents on the way to the sleek, white, and gold vanity pushed against your wall. You double and triple check your uniform is right. White Shirt, White Vest, Red Tie, Black Bottoms. Alright, looking good. You give yourself possibly the quickest thumbs up in the reflection before racing towards the door of the new dorm room you weren't quite used to the layout of yet. 

Another set of three knocks arrives on the outside of your hefty door before you manage to open it. On the other side is a yordle, about two and a half feet shorter than you, with a poro standing loyally at his right side. You smile down at the dean of the school, the fluffball known as Cecil B Heimerdinger, or just Professor Heimerdinger to you.

"Oh, hello sir. Good morning." You beam down at the man.

"Good morning, Y/N. I hope you are settling in well." The yordle remarks cheerfully. 

"I'm doing my best. A bit hard to get around with boxes at your feet, though." You chuckle to hide the grimace that you're wearing in your brain. You severely underestimated how difficult it would be to unload a few boxes of your things into your new home for the next 4+ years.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Come, come, child, we should start the tour." He offers, waving you forward to follow him. 

You swiftly nod and step out of your dorm room, making sure the door is locked behind you. You follow the man, attempting to match his pace so you don't fall forward or behind him. You quickly dart your eyes between the floor and him, not sure yet which you're supposed to look at.

"First things first, congratulations on your scholarship. It's not every day someone gets to come here nearly for free. That's a big responsibility, you know." The yordle states, or jokes. You can't really tell quite yet, you're still getting used to him. 

"I know, sir. And I just wanted to thank you for approving it. I think I can truly achieve great things here." You exclaim.

"That's what we're hoping for. That is why you'll be assisting two of our greatest minds in the lab." He notes. Something you are just now realizing is that somehow Heimerdinger's mustache manages to bounce every time he speaks. Hopefully, you are never in a serious meeting with him. "But first I want to show you around. Make sure you understand where all your classes are and how to get there."

You nod in understanding. As you look around, you start to notice other students clearly staring at you and the professor. Some, who must not know who you are, are looking at you like you'd just been involved in the biggest scandal in your life. Others look at you absolutely bewildered. And you are pretty sure you see a few students, older and not, checking their right hands to see if their string lines up with yours, and when it doesn't, they simply look at you disappointed.

You look at your own hand. Surprisingly, you're following your string right down the middle. If this string wasn't like...magic or something...and the slack just kept dragging along, it would be straight between your legs. That's how exact you are. A soft whistle comes from below you, and just as Heimerdinger catches your attention, you turn a corner and begin walking away from where the string was leading.

About an hour and a half goes by before you finish locating all your classes, the cafeteria, and the library. If there was one thing to admire about Heimerdinger, it would be how damn thorough he is. 

"Now, we are headed to the lab where you will be conducting research. Jayce and Viktor should be there since their classes haven't started yet." The professor lends you a kind smile as he begins walking you through the expansive corridors of the school. 

You give an excited nod. An actual lab for you to work in! Not some bullshit one you put together in your parent's cramped attic because your mother stated she'd rather have the top of the house blow up than the bottom. You swiftly swing your bag towards your front, unclipping the fastens and digging through the many papers, notebooks, and folders you had somehow managed to cram inside. 

You procure a leatherbound journal, no larger than your face, and open it. This journal contains all the notes you have taken on topics you wished to research or experiment with in the past year. Some of the topics you had been able to approach at your home lab, but some you had saved until you had access to a professional lab. Like the one at the academy.

You skim through the pages, a feather-like finger tracing over the lines of the topics that caught your eye. You realize about halfway through flicking through that you don't even know if any of your studies match up with Jayce and Viktor's.

"Sir, may I ask what exactly what Jayce and Viktor are working on in their lab space?" You question the older man without removing your face from the journal. 

"They are designing a company they call 'Hextech" The yordle makes air quotes with his fingers. "The goal of their project is to discover a way to put the Arcane into the hands of the people through innovative technology." 

You pause. The Arcane? Like...magic? You let the journal fall limply to your side as you look at the professor. "Isn't that like...really dangerous?" Your eyebrows knit together on your forehead as you ask. You remember reading about things like this in old history books. Putting magic in the hands of the non-magic users usually just ended in chaos and destruction.

Heimerdinger looks at you with a look of confusion. Not in a way that makes it seem like he doesn't know what you're talking about. On the contrary, he knows exactly what you're talking about. He's probably older than those books you were reading. The look he gives you makes you think that he's the only one ever asking that question. 

"Ahem," The man clears his throat. "Usually it is. And honestly, I was opposed to the idea at first. However, Jayce and Viktor are some of the brightest minds in the Academy. They have promised me that everything is under control, and they take extra precaution when handling their projects."

A muffled crashing sound comes from down the hallway. Judging by the look on your superior's face, said crash is coming from Viktor and Jayce's lab. 

"Extra precaution, huh?" You chortle as you shove your journal back into your bag as you and Heimer make way down the corridor slightly faster than you were.

Once you make it to the lab, you straighten out your outfit and open the door, allowing Heimerdinger to walk in before you. As you walk into the open room, you recognize what the noise must've been. A bag of tools bulkier than you had ever seen had tipped over, sending a sea of metal over the lab's solid flooring.

Your bag immediately makes its way off your shoulder and onto the ground beside you. You crouch down, assisting the more muscular of the two men with collecting the items that had come out of the bag in the fall. You both stand once every tool is back in its rightful place.

"Thank you." The man sticks out a hand with a friendly smile. "I'm Jayce Talis. And you are?"

"Y/N L/N." A familiar older voice rings out behind you. "They are your new assistant. Y/N, these are Jayce," He gestures to the man in front of you. "and Viktor." He gestures over to a man sitting on a metal stool who somehow looks both older and younger than Jayce. He has soft-looking quafts of chestnut brown hair that seem to waterfall down his scalp in a way that's both messy and put together. Like he tried to groom himself but gave up halfway through.

You throw a quick grin at the slender man before giving him a brief run-over with your eyes. Then you go back to turn your head and face Jayce. Then you don't. What was supposed to be a quick glance to just get a general idea of your soon-to-be lab partner turns into you turning your head so fast you nearly get whiplash. All because your glance at the man was interrupted with a shade of crimson that is now scarily familiar.

And to your surprise, the color wasn't a trick your eyes decided to play on your brain. Tied around Viktor's book-holding right pinky finger is a piece of cardinal-colored string that drapes to the floor below him and creates an obvious path between the two of you.

You stare at the string for a time, admiring the trail left across the tile floors before a voice penetrates your internal cloud of questions, answers, and miscellaneous thoughts and feelings that weren't either of the first two but you didn't really have time to sort them because holy shit. 

"Mx. L/N." Heimer addresses you in a tone that makes it seem like he has been calling your name for the past hour.

You snap out of your haze just enough. You force your eyes away from the ribbon and onto your superior. "Yes, sir?" You ask.

"I have to get going. I trust you are in good hands here. Jayce and Viktor will show you around, and I'm sure you will get acclimated to life in the Academy in no time. You all know where my office is if you are to need me." The yordle notes and walks out of the large doors behind you. 

You wave goodbye to the dean and his pet and then face your full attention towards your more muscular partner. You decide to ignore the other one for now, even if that means getting holes burnt through your skull by his darting glances. That is something to deal with later.

[miss-morgans-lover]

Vamp!Kendall FanFic AU Context

This is part of my Vampire!Kendall AU. The vampires in this are Twilight inspired with a few changes. Changes coming either from fanfic or my own head, though I have no idea which place at this point. This is set within both the Power Rangers Dino Charge and Twilight universes.

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Kendall is part of the Whitlock Coven which I headcanon and write as the most powerful coven. She has an alter called Vesper like Jasper has the Major or Aries in some fanfics. Riley and James (Tyler’s dad) are also vampires.

Kendall and Shelby are mates. I define mates as a bond similar to soulmates but stronger. Pretty much, a soulmate bond is the person you’re meant to be with, but a mate is your other half/ part. They complete you, you can share your whole self with them. Though you can bicker and argue like any relationship, ultimately, nothing can tear them apart. Your mate is, before anything, your best friend. The bond can be romantic, platonic, sexual or mixtures of the three. The bond between Kendall and Shelby is both romantic and sexual, and also sapphic.

In this AU, Kendall was adopted by a large series of bad, so called parents. She was abused/ neglected in many of the ways you can think of for 17 years of her life before she managed to get into University/ College early. Her birth parents died in a car crash which she was also in when she was 1. They were drunk and she was the only one to survive, and the only one that had had a seatbelt on. She doesn’t remember anything about it except from the heat of the fire and the helplessness she felt.

She was changed into a vampire at age 19 and met the Whitlocks shortly after. Once her already vampire social worker had happened she had requested their assistance. Peter’s gift had told them that she would become a great part of their coven. Through them she met her therapist, who is also a vampire, and her social worker’s mate. Her social worker is called Echo and her therapist is called Enzo. There are no online copies of her records at all, it’s all on paper. There are two copies, one in  Echo’s office in Amber Beach and one in Texas at the Whitlock home. The media knows nothing of her past and it is very much preferred to stay that way.

She has had 2 unhealthy coping mechanisms. The first was alcohol. Despite her experience with drunken parents she didn’t know what else to do and she just wanted to forget. She got drunk at least twice a week, usually more, and often came to lectures drunk or hungover. The school tried to help her, but couldn’t. This went on from age 17 to 21. It increased between her change and her meeting the Whitlocks since she realised she couldn’t get drunk very quickly. The second was sex, or one night stands. She had been without positive touch for most of her life and the easiest way, and quickest way to get it was through sex. Her vampirism meant that she didn’t have to sleep or rest, so she was able to have sex most nights as both a distraction and a way of coping. This lasted from age 22 to 24.5.

She is still the Purple Ranger and still the head of the rangers as well as their head scientist. She is Bi and a Trans (mtf) Demigirl. With that, I think she wouldn’t want bottom surgery, but top surgery would have come free with the vampire bite, since the change makes you an enhanced version of yourself. She gets jealous very easily, especially once Shelby and Tyler get together. She is dominant when it comes to sex, and mostly everyday, but may allow Shelby to take care of her in certain circumstances.

She has had sex with 3 of the rangers. Chase was first, before even Koda had joined the team. They went on 3 dates and had sex twice. After that they had found Koda and just forgot since neither were really enamoured by the other. The next was Ivan, the two went on one date and had sex once. Both agreed the sex wasn’t that good as they were both too dominant to want to let the other take control. They still had fun though. The last was Prince Phillip III (of Zandar). They went on one date and had sex once. This was after Phillip asking many times before Kendall pretty much said fuck it. 

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Do you like getting flowers as a gift?  They're not the most practical/long-lasting of a gift, but that's not to say I dislike flowers as a gift. I definitely feel giddy receiving them, no matter the sender or no matter the flowers.

Who is one person you never get tired of?  That's impossible to answer because I need a break from everybody at some point lol. I went overseas with Angela and by the fifth day –when we flew back to Manila – we were all already pretty quiet around each other and it was obvious we all just wanted to get back to our own homes.

How different would your life be if “that one thing” didn’t happen?  Probably still stuck in a cycle of toxicity; I never would've discovered BTS; and I'd likely continue to be suffocatingly dependent.

What is “that one thing”?  My breakup from three years ago. It was its third anniversary last Friday btw! I'll never forget the date because it coincides with Angela's birthday, but regardless I like to 'celebrate' it because it's essentially remembering my independence and it's the first day that led me to where I am now.

What’s the most desperate thing you did?  Since we're on the topic, I did a lot of pathetic desperate-y things post-breakup but I think the most ridiculous one had to be the time I asked her to meet up with me a month after to talk things out. There was nothing to talk about, and I think there had been a part of me that wanted to pitch it just because I thought there was a chance I could still get her back.

Anyway, that meeting was a complete waste of time and I squirm every time I think of it now. Bless her heart for even agreeing to do it.

Where was the last place you took a train to?  Ooh I can't remember the station's name anymore but we had been in Bangkok and we needed to take the train to get to the ARMY that Angela traded D-Day tickets with. We also needed to get the tickets to her ASAP as fuck because the tickets Angela had on hand were for the show THAT very day, and the ARMY was already preparing to get inside the shuttle that would take her to the arena.

Her hotel was still quite a long walk away from the nearest station, so I remember Angela and I blazing through the streets of Bangkok, pushing our legs the quickest they could, all under the hot sun and HUMID humid air. It was an unpleasant experience combined with the pressure of racing against time lol but at the end we got to get to the ARMY and today it's a story we laugh over now.

What are your living arrangements currently? Are you happy with them?  I live with my family and two dogs. I am quite satisfied with it, yes; our culture is different in that children are put in no rush to move out, and it certainly helps me out as the average salary here is barely sustainable, especially if you're alone.

Have you met your soulmate?  I thought I did, but after that didn't work out I stopped believing in the concept.

If your best friend wanted to cheat on their partner, you would say what?  I'd demand answers and I wouldn't go easy on her either. I care for Hans as much as I do her, and I imagine such a revelation would really rock our friendship.

Who do you know that gives very sound advice?  Hans and Andi are great with tough love, which is how I prefer to take advice. They'd be the first to tell me if I'm being stagnant, if I'm headed towards a wrong decision, if I'm investing my thoughts over the wrong priorities, etc.

At what age did you start to feel like a teen and not a kid anymore?  I was 10 – I had gotten my first period and when you're in that puberty phase, a period is one of the first things girls go through that'd make you feel like a grownup.

What is your parents’ idea of grounding you?  Taking away my laptop - basically cutting my access to wifi. I was unhealthily obsessed with the internet at the time and was never away from my laptop, so looking back now it was really the only way they can ground me if they needed to, because it was all I used.

Do you think art museums are pointless?  No. For many people, including myself, looking at art can be a big way to remove stress and look for inspiration. You don't even need to understand art or be an art collector, which I feel is one of the main misconceptions that drive others away from museums. At least from my own experiences, I step into museums not usually caring for the big-brain explanations behind each artwork – I just stare at them for minutes at a time simply because I find everything pretty and calming.

Do you care about looks when you’re looking for a romantic partner?  It does matter to an extent, yes. I can't imagine having to kiss someone I'm honestly not attracted to.

How many times have you moved?  Three times with my family.

Is Christmas stressful?  Only the gift-buying is really only the stressful part of it – when I'm trying to identify a budget for gifts, then identifying ALL the people I wanna give gifts to, then thinking of unique gifts for each of them, then having to strategize where I'll get each gift (do I actually go to the mall? If so, which one? If online shopping, do I look for an item on Shopee? Lazada? Zalora?), then finally, making sure each gift is wrapped and has its own short greeting note.

Your best friend has a good or bad taste in music?  I don't care for music tastes tbh and I never really think in good vs bad terms when it comes to people's preferences.

What would your friends be surprised to see in your music library?  Maybe Ariana Grande? Never really vocal about my pop tendencies so that might come as a surprise to some.

Do you like to talk about the future when in a serious relationship?  Well, yes. You have to make sure you and your partner are on the same boat at some point.

Do you like public displays of affection?  It's whatever. I can easily look away if I find it cringey.

Do you believe in moving in together before engagement or marriage?  I don't believe in it per se, but I also wouldn't judge either way. Some couples just prefer to live separately until marriage and that's fine too.

Do you watch mukbangs?  I'll watch the ASMR mukbang kind occasionally.

Do you have a lot of friends? Do you have a partner? Have you ever had one?  Depends on what you count as many, but I think I have a healthy amount of friends. I don't have a partner but have had one before.

Do you currently have any hickeys? From who?  Nope.

Who was the last person to come to your house?  My sister's best friend.

Have you ever had sex with the same gender?  Yes.

If you’ve experienced both, is sex better with men or women?  I've only slept with a woman.

Have you ever been the other woman?  No.

Would you ever want to be with a virgin? If no, why not?  That kind of stuff doesn't matter to me too much, tbh. I'm way more conscious/sensitive about age; I wouldn't want to date someone that I find too young or old.

Do you constantly find yourself internet stalking your ex?  I only did that, like, the first week post-breakup. Never did it again the moment I realize how pathetic it was, and these days the only times I hear about her are from my friends who'd occasionally see her out and about and think they have to update me. I always tell them they don't have to though lol, I stopped caring a very, very long time ago.

Are you friends with any of your exes?  No.

Do you have an addiction? To what?  Coffee and BTS.

Blunts, bowls or bongs?  I don't fuck around with any of those.

When you have a fight with your partner what do you do?  I used to be the type to want to talk it out immediately, and I remember not understanding why my partner would ask for space. Like I'd give it to her, but it also left me struggling to understand why it was ever needed in the first place.

Thinking of it now, I do feel like my impatience for communication might have something to do with my upbringing. My mom is extremely passive-aggressive, and she has never expressed her feelings whenever she'd find herself upset with any of her kids. We'd just know – and it's usually because she'd give us the cold shoulder, slam doors, etc. As a result, I never wanted to nurture that kind of environment with any of my relationships so that's why I always tried to ask my partner if we can talk now. I didn't get why she had to sleep it off or ask to be alone or whatever.

Who does the grocery shopping in your house?  My parents do, but my sister and I contribute to the bill. Well, what we do is give them our respective contributions and it's up to my parents to allocate the money to whatever bill they think is urgent.

Are your parents still together?  They've been together since 1993.

Have any siblings you know of but don’t actually know personally?  No.

Greatest fear?  Cockroaches and my parents getting sick.

Something most people fear that you do not fear at all?  Heights.

Don’t you hate getting nice & comfy & then having to pee?  Sure. Or any reason to have to get up, like realizing my phone's battery is low and having to plug it in.

Ever faked being pregnant?  I've never had a reason to do so, so no.

Ever had a major surgery performed on you?  Nope.

Which of the seven deadly sins are you guilty of?  Greed and pride. To an extent, gluttony.

Do you believe in divorce?  Yes.

Is intelligence a turn on for you?  It is. Why do you think Namjoon is my BTS bias? Hahahaha.

Who has made the biggest sacrifice for you?  My parents.

Do you treat others better or worse than yourself and why?  Better. It's the disease of a perpetual people pleaser.

When you sleep next to someone who usually falls asleep first?  100% the other person. I get very conscious falling asleep next to someone; I struggled even with my ex. I'd fall asleep hours after she does, and I'd wake up much earlier, too.

Do you think it is harder for a parent to outlive their child or for their child to outlive them?  Continued from whenever. Sunday I think. I've seen parents having to say goodbye to their own kids and it's always a heartbreaking thing to witness. My grand-aunt has lost three siblings in a span of two years, then had to deal with his son (my uncle)'s death not long after; I routinely check up on her because of everything that's happened, even though I didn't even really grow up with her.

What is one selfish thing you tend to do?  Order food for myself and not ask people around me if they want anything (largely because I am likely expected to pay for everything if I do raise the conversation). Idk I guess this is a normal thing everywhere else but with Filipino culture being super community-based I can accept if people think of me as selfish because of this.

What kinds of people do you find intimidating?  People my age who are entrepreneurs.

Who is the most overbearing person you know?  One of our clients is batshit insane. Fortunately I don't handle her but I've heard enough horror stories from the team that does. Apparently she has publicly yelled at and humiliated my teammates on way more than one occasion. People routinely resign from our company because of that client – I'm pretty sure she's made people from her own workplace leave as well.

How old was the first person you kissed?  We were both 16 at the time if I remember correctly.

Do you plan on moving out within the next year?  Probably not.

Have you ever slept nude?  Sure.

How many stories tall is your dream house? 2 or 3 would be fine.

Do you consider yourself to be promiscuous?  Nope.

Do you have any obscure pets?  I don't.

Do you consider yourself politically correct?  I try to be for the most part but I never really have the full scope of the right terminology for All The Things these days.

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Life Without Colour (PART FOUR)

Soulmate AU: Your vision is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. You and your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, aren’t each others soulmates but you love each other. He introduces you to his friends, the Avengers, and a very odd thing happens.

Characters: Steve Rogers x Plus Size Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Female Reader

Taglist:  @domainoflostsouls​  forgetthisbull  handon-h-art  yourspecialcrush  giulsgotmusic  mrsbarnes-rogers  luosymekawa  linzeyzarcone  forgetthisbull   calamityreads  talgra 

Warnings: this one takes a darker turn; trigger warnings for kidnapping, drugged, threats/slight violence, Hydra, angst

Note: this is over 6000 words, enjoy!! x

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

PART FIVE

PART SIX

A few weeks had passed since you first saw colour; a few weeks have passed since you and Steve talked through everything and made peace with Bucky Barnes being your soulmate which mean a few weeks have passed since you last saw or spoke to Bucky Barnes. After your 3am phone call, you hadn’t seen him. You’d told Steve about the phone call when you were both awake the next morning, telling him as much of the conversation as you could remember. He seemed fine with it, knowing about Bucky’s nightmares and erratic sleeping schedule. In fact, he appreciated the gesture that Bucky reached out to ask what you were comfortable with. What Steve appreciated more though was your honesty and the fact you were straight with Bucky and told him that you and Steve were happy together and nothing would change that.

Everything was fine with you and Steve, every issue had been ironed out and in fact, the two of you had never been closer. You were truly grateful for Steve’s forgiveness and now, the guilt had almost fully disappeared. He had helped you to heal that wound and you had helped to heal his wounds with trust; you had proved yourself to be honest and that it was just one slip up. 

Life had been good those few weeks, you spent more time with Nat and got to know about her budding relationship with Bruce. You’d seen the team a bit more than usual as well. No one else - besides Nat and Sam - knew about the soulmate fiasco and truthfully, it wasn’t their business to know anyway. Bucky hadn’t been around much, he’d called Steve a couple of times just to say that he was doing his own thing for a while as per your wishes. Steve was thankful to Bucky for providing that space even if it meant he had only seen his best friend a handful of times since he returned from Wakanda.

Things were good. Until they weren’t.

Steve and the some of the team got dragged to a mission across the country. It was a big one; Hydra were back and trying to infiltrate the systems. Brock Rumlow, or Crossbones as he referred to himself now, was after Steve and he wouldn’t stop until he got him. You didn’t really know what was happening with the mission, Steve was never allowed to tell you a lot about the missions, you just knew that it was a big one and it was dangerous. You hated when Steve was away on a mission; you hated the not knowing part of it all but you supposed it’s what you deserved for falling in love with Captain America.

You didn’t know how serious it was until you had been bringing the groceries into yours and Steve’s apartment and saw four men - three very large, hulking brutes of men - waiting for you. The scream that rose in your throat never found its way out before a gloved hand was forced over your mouth, holding a rag with something strong smelling over your mouth and nose. Brock Rumlow had you pinned in his arms, forcing you to breathe in the chemicals. You tried to fight against him as the fear radiated through your body, trying to put some of those self defence techniques that Natasha had taught you to good use but he was too strong and everything felt fuzzy around the edges. Your eyes were wide as you struggled, trying to escape, trying to scream; trying to do anything that would help to save you. Your heart pounded painfully against your ribcage and you could feel the panic set in when your vision began to blur. You could see the three men approach, weapons in hand but a gruff voice in your ear said, “Stop struggling and we won’t hurt you.” Whether you wanted to stop struggling or not wasn’t up to you but instead, the choice had been taken away and given to the substance that you were breathing in. As the darkness crept in, you heard a faint voice say, “Get Rogers on the phone now.”

Flashes of light, snippets of sound and quick seconds of vision was what you experienced for a few hours as you drifted in and out of consciousness. It wasn’t until a loud bang erupted a few rooms away that you really began to come back to life. Squinting in the low light, you blinked hard, trying to focus on something to figure out where you were. Wherever you were, it was dark and dim and it smelled faintly of the explosion of fireworks on the 5th of November.

You weren’t hurt, your neck ached from the position you’d been in for what you could only assume was the last few hours. You went to move when you realised that your hands and feet were bound. That’s when you really began to wake up. What the fuck? Your memory was hazy but you remembered Rumlow and his goons in your apartment. You pulled at your hands, trying to get loose but the bonds that tied your hands were too tight. Squinting, you looked around the room, it was dark, with a metal door and a few wooden boxes in the corner. You were sitting on a wooden chair, hands and feet bound to the arms and legs of it. 

Your mind thought of Steve, oh god, Steve. You knew this had been Rumlow’s doing, what if he had gotten to Steve? What if- what if he- No. You couldn’t think like that. Steve had been on a mission states away from you. Rumlow had come to you because he obviously couldn’t get to Steve, he was drawing Steve out and you were the bait. Steve’s going to find you, (y/n). He said he’ll always protect you and he’ll keep that promise.

The more you panicked, the more you began to struggle; trying to break free of the ropes. Your breathing was quick and ragged as you struggled, your heart rate increasing with every passing second. Tears welled in your eyes as your mind raced with the horrors of what was going to happen to you. You froze when you could hear grunting outside, it sounded close.

Fear kicked you hard in the stomach, making you feel light headed and nauseous. You’d never been this terrified before. You thought that the most you could be scared was that time a spider ran across the bed when Steve was in a shower and you had to deal with getting it out of the apartment but no, tied to a chair after being drugged and kidnapped with explosions and not knowing what the fuck was going on... yeah, that’s a whole new level of fear. You tried to slow your breathing as you strained to listen to the commotion outside of the room you occupied. You could hear grunts and what sounded like punches before the metal door of the room was thrown open and there stood Sam Wilson. A sob got caught in your throat as you saw him.

He pressed his earpiece as he rushed to you, kneeling to help untie you, “I got her, Steve. Second floor, take a right, fifth door down. She’s okay.”

“Oh my god,” you sobbed as relief flooded your senses, “Oh my god, Sam!”

Sam murmured words of comfort as he worked on the ropes that bounded you to the chair, “It’s okay, they’re not gonna hurt you. We’ve got you now.”

He managed to get the last one untied when Steve ran into the room. He wore his Captain America gear sans the mask and carried the shield. As soon as he saw you, he tossed his shield to the side and rushed to your aid. Sam stepped to the side, picking up the shield and playing around with it as he allowed you two a moment to reunite. He was muttering about how the shield was much lighter than it looked.

“Steve,” you whimpered, throwing your arms around your boyfriend and allowing him to pull you up. He held you tightly, breathing heavy into your neck.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck, “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

“Sorry to interrupt but we gotta move,” Sam said after a minute, “before we get any more company.”

“Are you okay to walk?” Steve asks you, pulling you back to look at you, “Are you hurt?”

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” you say, wiping your eyes, “Tired but I can make it.”

The three of you hurry out, Steve tells you not to look at the bodies on the floor but you do and you instantly regret it. “Are they-”

“Knocked out,” Sam says, answering your question before you finish it, “but won’t be for long so we gotta hurry.”

Everything’s a bit of a blur as Steve and Sam usher you out, careful to take you the safest and quickest path. You feel queasy after seeing the blood and the carnage of the few HYDRA men so your eyes are trained to the ground until Steve has you safe and sitting in the quinjet. 

Steve doesn’t let go of you, always touching or holding onto you in some way or another. You’re silent as Sam begins to fly the jet. Steve’s talking to you but you can’t focus on anything other than his hand in yours, “I’m tired,” you whisper, “I’m so tired.” You lay your head on Steve’s shoulder and darkness quickly encapsulates you.

You gasp awake, jolting upwards, “Whoa, (y/n), it’s okay!” A voice says quickly, “You’re okay, you’re safe remember. It’s Steve, sweetheart; it’s Steve. Look at me, (y/n).”

Your mind whirs, the tendrils of the nightmare still creeping around in your brain. Hands on your face force your eyes to stop fleeting from wall to wall and instead focus on the person in front of you. Steve stares at you, telling you that everything’s okay and that you’re safe now. Steve’s hands are on either side of your face as he makes you look at him. You blink hard, as your eyes struggle to focus on him. You hear the rapid beeping of the machine and you register that it’s your measuring your heartrate. His face finally sharpens and you can see him properly now.

“Slow breath in, sweetheart. You’re safe, I promise you. Copy me.” Steve takes a deep breath and you follow suit, trying to calm the rapid beating of your heart. Steve repeats to you that you’re in hospital and you’re safe, “No one can hurt you in here.”

You look away from him after a few seconds to look around you and sure enough, you are in hospital. The walls are pure white, too white and you’re in the hospital bed, “How did I get here?”

“We got you and you passed out again, I took you here just to make sure that whatever drug they gave you was out of your system. It’s leaving so you’ll be okay, sweetheart.” He brushes your hair back, “How are you feeling?”

“I don’t ever want to be an Avenger, I know that’s for damn sure,” you mutter as you close your eyes and fall back against the pillows, “How you guys deal with the fear is beyond me.”

Steve smiles but it’s sad. You open one eye, “What’s wrong?”

He shakes his head, “Don’t worry about it. You get some rest and I’ll be right here, (y/n). I’m not going anywhere. Doctors want to keep you in overnight just to make sure it’s all out your system, okay? I’m going to wait by your side all night and don’t worry, we have agents at every door in the hospital.”

“Rumlow?” You asked him, voice trembling, “Where’s he?” 

“SHIELD are closing in on him, sweetheart,” he sighs, stroking your hair back gently, “Don’t worry... He can’t get you in here.”

As Steve looked over you as you slept, Sam came into the room, “Coffee delivery.” Steve sipped at the hot coffee happily, “How is she?”

“Had a nightmare about it but she’s okay. She’s scared.” Steve’s eyes were trained on you as though we were watching a newborn infant to check its breathing, “God, what if we hadn’t found her in time?”

“But we did and we got her out. She’s safe, Steve.”

Steve shook his head, “But for how long?” He asked as he rubbed his face tiredly with one hand, “How long before Rumlow or HYDRA or someone else targets (y/n) to get to me?”

Sam swallows, “What are you thinking then?”

“She has to go somewhere safe, somewhere away from the chaos and the danger.”

“How long?”

Steve shrugs, “I don’t know... At least until we know all of Rumlow and his men are locked up.”

“You’ll go with her?”

It’s a big decision and he knows that you should be involved in it but he knows exactly what you’ll say; you’ll say that you want to stay with him and stay by his side even if it means living in terror of every bump in the night. He had been reckless, Steve had thought he was untouchable, he thought that you would’ve been safe but Steve underestimated the lengths these sorts of guys go to in order to win.

He shakes his head, hating the decision that he’s about to make but it’s for the best. It’s the only thing he knows that will protect you; it’s the only way he’s happy with you leaving, “No... but I know someone who will.”

Sam shakes his head, knowing exactly who he means and he raises his eyebrows, “You’re kidding, right? That’s a stupid decision, Steve, and you know it.”

Steve scoffs, “I wish... but... he’s strong, he’s good in a fight and I know that he’ll protect her no matter what.”

“But what if... what if they... you know?”

Steve takes a breath and releases it slowly, “Then I’ll deal with that when the time comes. I need to keep (y/n) safe and this is the only way...”

Sam’s hand is heavy on Steve’s shoulder as they watch you, “She’s not gonna like that decision.”

Steve laughs, knowing fine well that you will fight against the decision for all its worth, “Oh, yeah, I know. Probably won’t forgive me in a hurry either.” Steve stands up, “Will you watch her so I can go make a phone call? I’ll just be outside the door if you need me.”

Sam nods, taking Steve’s seat, as Steve grabs his phone from his jacket, dialling one number. He waits outside the room, just across from the two agents that Fury had placed outside of (y/n)’s hospital room 24/7.

“Steve?” He’d been sleeping, the one time Bucky Barnes is getting a decent sleep and his phone rings and wakes him. He always answers when it’s Steve though, regardless of the time or where he is.

“Hey, Buck... I need to ask you a favour.” Bucky asks what Steve needs and Steve begins to tell him, “Rumlow and HYDRA are after me. They kidnapped (y/n), she’s okay, in hospital but no injuries. She’s shaken up pretty bad and... Bucky, this is going to be a big ask.”

“Whatever you need, Steve, I’ll do.” He’s sitting, tugging a shirt on with one arm,  “What do you need?” Bucky Barnes would go to the ends of the Earth for Steve Rogers and he knows that whatever Steve needs, it’s something big.

“I need you to take her to a safe house.” Bucky freezes, he had expected Steve to ask him to come help for extra protection or something like that but this... this is huge, “I need you to take her. I don’t know how long for, a few weeks maybe months? No one else, it can only be you.”

“But... Steve...” He doesn’t say much but Steve knows what he’s saying. But Steve, I’m your girlfriend’s soulmate and you’re asking for me to take her into a secluded house alone? Just the two of us for god knows how long? Are you sure that’s a good idea?

Steve sighs heavily, “I know, Buck.” His tone almost sounds defeated, “I know... We were finally back on track and the universe hits out with this... I just need her to be safe, Buck, regardless of who he soulmate is or who she ends up falling in love with; I want her to be happy and I want her to be safe.”

“Why can’t you go?”

“They’re after me, I can’t let you or Sam or the team pick up my mess. I have to deal with it. That’s why I need you to go with her. You’re just as strong as me and... I know that you’ll keep her safe. I know that whatever happens, you’ll do everything you can to protect her... I need you to take her until we have Hydra locked up.”

Bucky licks his lips as he thinks about it. He doesn’t really know how to feel about it but he doesn’t really have to, Steve needs him and he’d follow that scrawny kid into the depths of hell if it mean he’d be helping him, “Okay, I’ll help. I’ll need a few days to find a safe house and get it prepped then I’ll fly out, okay?” He agrees to Steve’s ask though he has a niggling feeling in the back of his mind that all of this won’t go to plan. 

“Thank you, Bucky.” Steve closes his eyes as he leans against the wall, “You can’t tell me or anyone else where you’re going or where you’re taking her. I probably won’t be able to contact you so-” I’m leaving you with my girl alone with no contact from me or the team for weeks or months potentially, “- you gotta keep her safe. I’ve got some cash together for you to buy everything with that so you’re untraceable. Fury’s giving us more cash since we don’t know how long you’ll be away for.”

Bucky swears on his own life that he’d protect you with everything he has. Before Steve hangs up, Bucky says, “Steve, I just want you to know that no matter what happens... no matter what feelings arise... I won’t- I won’t do anything, I won’t act on anything, I won’t try and do anything about them...”

It’s the reassurance Steve needs and he feels a lot lighter now that Bucky’s said that. He smiles as he release a long breath, “I know you won’t, Bucky. I’ll see you soon.” Steve hangs up and walks back into the hospital room where Sam has Marvin Gaye playing quietly on his phone, “Do you just play Marvin Gaye to anyone in a hospital?”

Sam rolls his eyes, “It was too quiet, man! How did it go?”

“He’s onboard.”

Sam claps him on the shoulder, “You sure this is what you want? You know that I could take her or you could and I could hold the fort?”

Steve sighs, “It has to be him.” He shrugs, “I... I can only hope that nothing happens but god knows... All I know is that she’ll be okay with him.” The pair look over you as Steve’s thoughts swirl. This might be one of the last times you’re together in a romantic sense, he doesn’t know if you’ll come back loving Bucky or hating him and it makes him feel sick at the thought but he’s okay with it. He wants you to be happy and if that means it’s with Buck, then so be it.

“Absolutely not.”

“(y/n), come on-”

“No, Steve!” Your voice is raising due to the sheer stupidity of his request, “You’re saying that because you’re being targeted that means I’m a target too, I understand that, but what I don’t understand is why you’re asking me to go live in a safe house with Bucky for god knows how long! He’s my soulmate, Steve, I- I can’t.”

“The plans have already been made.”

“Then unmake them!” You’re angry and he gets it and to be honest, he doesn’t want this to happen either but it has to. He’d told you the next morning when the drugs were completely out of your system. Sam was back at the apartment checking for bugs, just in case Rumlow’s gang planted some when they were in and then he’d take you back to the apartment for you to pack a bag, “I’m not going Steve.”

“Yes, you are.” He crosses his arms over his chest and looks at you with a furrowed brow. He understands that you’re an adult who can decide their own fate but Steve is choosing this one for you, “You might not understand right now but when you come out the other end of this safe then I hope you’ll understand then.”

You shake your head as tears threaten to fall. You’re angry at Steve, that he made this decision and you knew you would be going no matter what fight you put up. It annoyed you, made you feel small and made you feel like a child who couldn’t make their own decisions, “Not without you, Steve. Why can’t it be you?”

“I’m trying to keep the fight away from you,” he says softly, hand on top of yours, “Bucky’s the only way you’ll be kept safe.” Silence falls for a moment before he speaks again, “I know what this means. I know what this could mean for... for us. I know that you could come back in love with Bucky and he for you. I know that you could come back and break up with me on the spot... That’s a risk I am willing to take.”

You shake your head, “No,” you whisper, “I’m not willing to take that risk, Steve.” You could trust yourself, that wasn’t the issue. You knew that no matter what, you wouldn’t do anything to jeopardise your relationship with Steve. But... you and Bucky were soulmates and that had to be for a reason and it worried you that being alone with him for an unlimited amount of time would cause something to stir. You trusted yourself not to cheat on Steve but you didn’t trust your heart not to hurt Steve.

Steve crouched down beside the hospital bed and lifted your hand to his lips, “I know, sweetheart,” tears burned at his own eyes as he spoke to you, “I know the risk. I know that you could come back and we could break up instantly and if you want, we could break up right now so that whatever happens, you wouldn’t have to feel guilty about it-”

You swung your legs out of the bed, throwing your arms around him, “No,” you wept sadly into his shoulder, “that’s the last thing I want.”

He held you tightly, knowing that this very well could be one of the last times that the two of you had together in a relationship, “I’m doing this because I want to protect you, (y/n)… Bucky can protect you.”

“I-I love you, Steve,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. My god, how you loved him. He had changed your life, brought so much joy and happiness to it, “No matter what, I love you.” The two of you stayed like that for a long time, just needing to feel each other and needing to be with each other because... who knew what would happen over the course of the next few months?

With doctors granting you permission to leave the hospital and after having Sam debug the apartment, Steve took you home for your last night with him. The car ride to the apartment was quiet and your hand never left Steve’s as he drove you both home. You had relented with the decision, knowing full well that regardless of whether you said yes or no to leaving with Bucky, you would be going anyway. You and Steve had talked things over, about Steve’s duty to the job and to taking down Hydra, about Bucky and how he wasn’t going to overstep a line with you or anything like that. The pair of you spoke about the non-existent contact you’d have.

“Hopefully it won’t be too long,” Steve said, “maybe just a few weeks but these days, Hydra is everywhere and nowhere all in the one, it could be months. Bucky managed to find a safe house relatively quick. For obvious reasons, I don’t know where it is or what continent it’s on but he said that it’s secluded and it’s safe. He said that it comes with minimal furniture so tomorrow morning, you’ll leave.” You squeezed his hand tightly, not wanting to speak for fear of bursting into tears. Steve glanced over at you and gave you the tiniest of smiles. He lifted your hand and pressed a soft kiss to it.

When you reached the apartment complex, there were three black SUVs parked out front, Steve saw you looking, “SHIELD agents,” he told you, “We’ll have agents outside the apartment and one in each of our neighbour’s apartments.”

“Jeez,” you murmured, “I’m only here for one night, it’s like I’m a bloody Kardashian.”

Steve smiled slightly, glad to hear you make a joke, he wrapped an arm around you as you walked into the building, “Only the best for you, my love.”

You were rather apprehensive about going back into the apartment. It had been yours and Steve’s safe place and now... it seemed compromised almost. Steve seemed to pick up on your worry, “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said as he took the keys out of his pocket, “It’s been cleaned, debugged and also...” He unlocked the door to reveal red rose petals running from the front door into each room.

“Steve,” you whispered, looking at him with a smile. You walked into the apartment, hanging your coat up and kicking your shoes off. You followed the petals into the kitchen where there was a candlelit dinner waiting for the two of you.

“It’s not much but I had Nat come round and make it special since it’s our last night together.” Note; ‘last night together’ is different from ‘last night together for a while’. A pang of sadness shot through you, you leaned up to kiss him softly, whispering that you loved it.

“There’s a bath waiting for you if you want it. Some Chinese takeout if you’re hungry.”

You hugged him tightly, “Just hold me for a while.” So, the pair of you stood in the kitchen, holding each other in the dim light not knowing what would happen next. 

It was a few minutes later Steve tugged you to the kitchen table where you both sat down, “You remember our first night here?” He asked you as he handed you some take out cartons and began to eat.

You stifled a laugh, “Yeah, no electricity for three days and no hot water either!”

Steve laughed with you, taking a fork full of chow mein, “Yeah, having to eat Chinese take out on the floor with torches and candles all around us. Could’ve cried when the electricity finally turned on.”

You rolled your eyes, “You could have cried?! What the hell, Rogers? You teared up like you were watching your first born son marry!” 

The ice had been broken and the two of you could freely talk and laugh without boundaries. You both carried on as though it were a normal night, a date night with no mention As the night went on, you had a nice romantic bath as Steve cleaned the dishes and when you were finished, things ended in the bedroom.

You always loved laying on his chest, listening to the slow rhythmic beat of his heart and his steady breathing. Most people, if they knew it was their last night with someone would probably fuck until dawn but neither of you wanted that. You wanted nothing more than to lie with him, talking and just being there and being present. Steve wanted to hold you, wanted to tell you how much he cared and loved you and he just wanted to be with you.

“Whatever happens,” you said softly, “I just want you to know that this was real; this is real - that although we’re technically not soulmates, I truly believe that we are.”

Steve pulled you tighter into him, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I want you to know,” he said, “that no matter what feelings you start to have for Bucky, no matter how you feel towards me in the end up... I won’t blame you. I won’t expect you to love me like this on the other side. I won’t expect you to still want to be with me. I know that I’m forcing you into this situation and that kills me to do but I have to do it so whatever happens, it’s not your fault.”

You look up to him as you both whisper your confessions of undying love before kissing him gently. It’s a soft kiss, full of emotion and full of such sorrow. It’s a goodbye. You would say goodbye officially tomorrow but this was the real goodbye, this was the intimate goodbye, the letting go of the intertwined hearts and this was it. The kiss soon turned more passionate and then the two of you were confessing your love in the most intimate of ways.

“How are you feeling about all of this?” Natasha asked you as she sat on yours and Steve’s bed. You were in the process of packing your bags.

“I feel like I’m perpetually on the verge of tears,” you answered, as you folded some t-shirts and squeezed them into the bag, “It’s hard, you know? I understand why but my god, Nat, I hate this.”

Nat studied you carefully and you knew the question that was on her mind. What if you fall for Barnes? To be honest, it had been the question on everyone’s mind that morning.

“I’m shit scared,” you admitted to her, dropping the bag onto the bed beside her as you ran your hands through your hair, “I am terrified. I am so in love with Steve and what if I come back madly in love with Bucky? Or better yet, in love with the two of them?”

Nat stood up, placing a gentle hand on your arm, “Hey, whatever happens, it’s going to be okay. You can’t stress about something that might not even happen. You have to take it day by day and if you fall for him then so be it. If you don’t, great. If you’re in love with the two of them then that’s something you and Steve have to talk about and sort out when you’re back. Don’t stress about it now.” She pulled you in for a tight hug, a very un-Nat thing to do, “Just know that I’ll be helping Steve sort out the Hydra mess, I’ll keep his ass safe and in line and hopefully it won’t be too long before you’re allowed to come home.”

“Thanks, Nat.” The two of you pulled apart, “You’ll need to keep a diary or something to update me on everything I’ll miss... especially with you and a certain Dr Banner.” You placed your phone on top of the counter, you couldn’t take it for fear of tracking so there was no point in having it. You sighed as you placed it down.

Nat rolled her eyes, “Yeah right. Let’s get this wig sorted.”

The Avengers were never too good at disguises, it usually always consisted of sunglasses and a cap so, in order to hide your identity further, Nat had brought you a wig the opposite colour, cut and style to your hair just now and some contact lenses of a different colour to your natural eye colour.

After a few minutes, you looked in the mirror, staring at someone who looked like a stranger, “Oh god, I hate it.” The top you wore wasn’t at all flattering for your body type. You tugged it down, wishing that it wasn’t quite so figure hugging. You didn’t mind things that clung to your body, you’d worked through a lot of the body issues you had but the top was a horrid colour and paired with this hair and these contacts... you didn’t feel like a Kardashian anymore. 

Nat laughed, “That means it works. Honestly, you look fine, stop worrying... Let’s go show the boys.”

You walked into the living room with your packed bags to see Sam and Steve standing talking. Steve smiled when he looked at you, “You look... interesting.”

“Shut it, Rogers.”

“I mean, it definitely works because I look at you and I don’t see (y/n), I see a complete stranger,” Sam offered.

“You ready?” Steve asked softly, taking the bags from you, “Got everything?” You nodded, murmuring a ‘think so’. He smiled and pulled an envelope out of his back pocket, “I wrote this letter this morning. I want you to read it when it’s time...” Your confused expression made him explain further, “I want you to read this letter when you start to feel things... things for Bucky. If that happens.” You took a breath, mind whirring with the possible things that could be in that letter,  “You’ll know when to read it.”

It was then that there was a knock on the door. Sam answered it to see Bucky Barnes standing wearing a cap and, you guessed it, sunglasses. He wore leather gloves to cover his metal hand and carried a bag over his shoulder. He lifted the sunglasses to look at you, “Ready?”

Oh god, it’s happening.

“I don’t want to cry because I’m scared of the contact lenses,” you whimpered as tears threatened to fall. You hugged Nat and Sam, thanking them for their help, before Steve said that he’d walk out with you both. He picked up your bags and the three of you left the apartment to the black car that was outside. Bucky packed the three bags in the trunk before hugging Steve.

You couldn’t hear what the two of them said in the brief encounter but you supposed that it would be Bucky reassuring Steve that you’d be safe and that he wouldn’t act on any feelings that may grow. Steve clapped him on the shoulder and Bucky got into the driver’s seat of the car.

Steve turned to you and wrapped you in his arms. God, you just wanted to cry. You wished that you didn’t have to go, you wished that you could just stay with him but you couldn’t. You had to leave. They’d already gotten to you once and Steve wouldn’t dare let it happen again.

“I love you,” you told him softly, “I love you so much, Steve. I-I love you.”

He held you tighter, “I love you, sweetheart. Everything’s going to be okay. I’ll get this sorted so that you can come home to me.” You pulled back and he brushed your cheek, wiping your tear gently, “No matter what happens, it’s okay.” You hugged him again before he leaned down and kissed you softly. Bucky, who had been watching in the rear view mirror, looked away, “Goodbye, (y/n).”

“Goodbye, Steve.” He opened your car door and you slid inside.

“Thank you, Buck,” Steve said, clearing his throat, “Be safe.” He closed the door and Bucky started the engine, pulling out of the apartment complex. Your eyes were trained on the spot where Steve was, watching as he got smaller and smaller until you couldn’t see him anymore. It was only when he was out of sight that you allowed yourself to really break. Fuck the contact lenses, I’m too sad to care. 

Bucky glanced at you as he drove, feeling a pang of sadness for you as you wept in the seat beside him. He knew that part of the reason you were so upset was because it was him that was taking you, had he not been your soulmate you would have probably been okay but because he was your soulmate, it filled you to the brim with worry, guilt and pure sadness. All he could do was drive. Nothing he could say could help you. He reached to his side, taking a pack of tissues from the door’s compartment before handing them to you.

“Thank you,” you whispered, taking them from him. He couldn’t do much to help but he had done enough to make you feel comforted and to make you feel as though you weren’t alone. You wiped your eyes as you stared out of the window, wondering where the next few weeks would take you.

[sscoutregimentss]

sooo, can i request sfw C, D, F, G for my dream boy Armin please, i'd prefer a modern au too just like the last you did for him, thank you bae!!

guess what, its in modern au...

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Yes, he enjoys cuddling, especially because it's easy to multitask with. Reading a book but must shower the significant other in affection? "Lovely, come sit in my lap." Assignments to do but the partner is sad? "Lay your head on my thighs." Stressed but also tired? "Could you... play with my hair, please?"

I kinda brushed on this in this post but he puts effort into cuddling. He's not just throwing his limbs over you and calling it a day he's making sure everything is nice and neat and its warm but not hot and he gets to hold you really tight.

He's a perfect human body pillow if you just need something to hold.

That being said, sometimes he just wants to be held. He's very, very touch starved (I mean I feel like they all are--) but unlike his friends he's less prone to showing it. Like it takes a lot of pressure for Armin to crack and just ask you to pet him. So it's best to just scope it out.

Actually there is a scientifically proven method to asses the mental well being of your own personal Armin, it's called the "hand on cheek test" and is coveted by researchers of Arminology. Simply place your hand on your Armin's cheek.

If he lets out a surprised giggle and nuzzles into your touch, you're Armin is operating at average performance. Kiss his cheek and ask about his day to ensure smooth processing.

If he looks up at you with those big blue eyes and kisses your hands, your Armin is at peak performance. He probably has free time, ask him on a date.

If your Armin jolts out of his concentrated state, sighs loudly, and literally digs his face into your hand like his life depends on it, please make him a cup of coffee and play some calming music. Your Armin is at risk of mechanical failure.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Armin is an okay cook. He's no gourmet but he can throw something together if needed. Eating out is expensive so he opts to cook at home anyways.

I actually have a headcanon that the EMA household has a very distinct meal planning system. It fits into all of their lifestyles, Armin gets to make plans and lists, Eren gets to have a convenient meal, and Mikasa gets to rest easy knowing everyone is fed. Plus Eren and Mikasa are gym bros so they get to uhhh easily track their macros or whatever I don't speak fit.

As for cleaning he is just a neat person. Everything has a place and he puts it in it's place. I believe Armin is a fan of maximalism so his room can look kinda cluttered but its actually really pretty.

When you two move in together the chores are distributed based on who gets what done quickest. He doesn't move in with you until he knows you really well, so it's easy. It's the perk to Armin taking everything so slow, you're relationship transitions seamlessly.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I think Armin would want to get married, yeah. He takes a while to fall for someone, but when he does, he falls so hard he practically cracks his head open.

Most of his relationships (not just romantic ones, but friendships too) have lasted very long due to his good communication so he's not very worried about getting divorced or falling out of love or anything.

Also I think he believes in soulmates. Not in a "you're the person I'm supposed to be with forever and ever" but in a "everyone I have loved completes my humanity" type way. Everyone he has loved, friends, crushes, friendly strangers, they have all become a part of who Armin is, so he treasures all of them.

Other than marriage, he's a very loyal guy. If you've past his "person I go on dates with" stage and get into that "partner" stage he is not even looking at any one other than you. And once you two hit a certain stage, he's constantly thinking of you, and you become an integral part to his life he doesn't look over. This part takes a while, but it's so worth it when you notice how he highlights quotes in books that remind him of you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's so, so soft. He touches you like you're made of glass. It's not because he thinks you're weak or anything, that's just how he is with everything. Even washing the dishes or doing laundry, he treats every thing he touches really delicately. It's kind of just his nature.

He also sees his touches as a reflection of how he feels for you, so he makes an effort to be extra gentle with you. Even if he's squeezing you or applying pressure on a certain part of your body, it feels like feathers because Armin might just be an angel.

Despite this, Armin doesn't necessarily mince words. If he thinks you're in the wrong, he will tell you. He's not gonna just tell you you're dumb in a deadpan tone, but he won't sugar coat anything either. He also isn't the type to just take your side all the time because he's dating you.

The best way I can describe it is he is honest, not blunt. He'll say it in a kind way, but if he has a problem with you, he's going to tell you, because he loves you and wants to see you grow.

[magentapint]

crenny brainrot

idk i normally dont post my thoughts here on tumblr but since im becoming active again i want to ramble on about my favorite crenny headcanons.

mostly because i have the agenda of embedding it to the crenny nation collective consciousness. i am a woman in a mission.

Disclaimer: these are literally headcanons with either 0 or the bare minimum canonical basis. its all for good fun pls don’t attack me for rambling about south park characters on main.

1. Kenny is an English gay, Craig is a Science gay || alt title: my craig is bad at english agenda.

I don’t need to explain myself but I’m GOING to explain myself. In the series Kenny is normally the point person whenever the boys don’t know the meaning of a certain term. That’s on rich vocabulary baybee! Ok but ALSO Kenny’s is legit good at English (e.g. When he wrote the boys a letter from Hawaii, His entire Princess Kenny cold open, his Mysterion dialogues)

And now Craig, sweet precious illiterate Craig. 

need i say more? 

Craig as a science gay just makes a lot of sense to me, bc duh...space...and stuff. Leave it to Craig to calculate the rate of xyz when abc, but if you ask him to write 1 (one) single essay he will slap you. 

I love contrasting my Crenny bc that’s their primary appeal for me! I’m on that stem student x liberal arts student agenda.

2. Kenny loves his town! (Craig is on the Fence) 

It’s a really common crenny trope for them to hate the fuck out of South Park, which leads to countless runaway fics (which I ADORE, keep making them.) But you know when I thought about it, Kenny’s definitely the type to love South Park (and its inhabitants) from the Bottom of his heart.

Dude he literally took on the role of Mysterion to protect the town from the shadows (he’s been doing it for Months???), He sacrificed himself in the South park movie just to bring back things to normal. This man. Loves. His. town. 

I think Kenny’s the type to be all “Come with me, I’ll show you my secret spot.” Then have like 17 secret spots around the town. He definitely knows stuff like the quickest route to school or the best spot for stargazing. All that. 

Now Craig. I could see why he’d hate the town TBH. And that offers a nice counterbalance to Kenny (a comic is forming in my mind as we speak.)

I want Kenny to teach Craig how to love the town (kenny voice “you’re just not experiencing the town the right way!”) and I want Craig to call out Kenny (craig voice “maybe you’re just romanticizing the idea of the town because you’re scared of letting go of the last bits of your childhood”) AHAHAHAHA. Idk Man, it would be a nice dynamic to study.

lmao i just realized that most of my headcanons are just contrasting crenny. IDC!

3. manlet kenny and taaaaall craig

yall KNOW ive been on that short Crenny agenda since day 1!

(behold my first rendered crenny art ever)

DAY ONE! 初日！Unang araw palang!

BUT! but! BUT! this goes deeper. because of course im going to ramble on about this. 

*clears throat*

Craig tries to occupy as little space as possible, Kenny tries to occupy the biggest space possible.

BAM! Visual and Thematic Interest! 

I can imagine it now, Craig keeping his limbs as close to himself. Kenny stretching out his arms trying to “take more sunlight and air!” 

I like the idea of Kenny being small but no one really thinks he’s small because he carries himself like a large person. Sometimes he’d just stand up and Craig would see the top of his head and go “oh wow i forgot that you were a foot shorter than me for a split second.”

Fun stuff.

4. Mole placements because I’m a graphic design student and this is the type of shit that appeals to me.

As yall know I draw Craig with a mole under his eye and Kenny with a mole under his lip. Want to know why? Visual interest BAYBEE. Have i told you that I’m a graphic design STUDENT. 

I like it because it leads your eyes from Craig’s face to Kenny’s face or vice versa. It adds a sense of movement to any of my crenny pieces. 

Also I noticed how most crenny fics focus on how striking Craig’s eyes are and I think it’s just fitting to add a lil mole to accent it. 

As for kenny, I’m on that...........kenny kissable lips agenda.......I hc his mole to be less noticeable but MAN once you notice, it’s all you see. I can just imagine Craig going fucking crazy once he realize that there’s a mole under Kenny’s lips.

5. Craig and Kenny are innately perceptive || alt title: Crenny Bluetooth Couple

This is kinna one of my tenet headcanons. Like my entire crenny characterization hinges on this one headcanon. 

Okay get ready its DISSERTATION time. 

5A: The angst of it all

Craig and Kenny are both very perceptive. They notice. The different lies in the way they act on what they had notice.

Kenny’s an empath so he tries the best to subtly help the people around him when noone else can. Stan having a bad day? Kenny would stay with him. Kyle’s pissed off more than usual? Kenny would crack jokes he knows Kyle would laugh at. etc.etc.

Craig is very pragmatic. If it doesn’t affect him, he won’t bother. But with Kenny he just can’t help but be so concerned. 

He notices it when somethings off with Kenny. He’d notice when Kenny’s disoriented (after dying and not knowing how reality warped or sum). He’d notice when Kenny’s tired (after working overtime at city wok). He’d notice how Kenny would look at his friends lunches.

What pisses Craig the most is how Kenny just, smiles through it all. Craig’s so frustrated with how Kenny’s own friends are too caught up with their shit that they can’t notice telltale signs. 

And so he finds himself gravitating towards Kenny. Inviting Kenny to join his Wide-angle lens show after he got rejected for looking too poor. Offering to be his partner during school trips. 

5B: craigs cold hard exterior = kennys happy go lucky attitude

Craig and Kenny don’t express their true emotions. 

But the difference is: Craig doesn’t show his because he doesn’t feel  the need to. Kenny doesn’t show his because he has to. 

BAM! Interest!

Kenny has to be strong. To not worry his siblings or friends. So he just pushes through and hides it all with his hedonistic facade. 

Craig’s just.....idk he just doesn’t want 2 show his emotions for funsies idk what’s up with him. 

I like how on the surface they seem like polar opposites but fundamentally they are the same. (bc theyre soulmates)

5C: Reading craig

Kenny’s one of the few people who mastered the language of Craiganese. Alongside Ruby, Clyde, and Token. 

Kenny’s skill was innate tho and it pisses off Clyde so much.

Clyde learned how to read Craig after years of being his closest friend. It took a lot of trial and error, but he’s proud that he can understand Craig’s mood and all that.

But then comes Kenny who can read Craig immediately! What the heck! Unfair!

5D: Bluetooth couple

which leads me to the point. 

It’s funny.

It’s just funny I can imagine Crenny having entire conversations just by looking at each other.

okay thats all.

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Cuddle Bug

SO yesterday while i was playing on my phone my cat came over and cuddled with me, she left and i noticed this but then a few minutes later she came back and cuddled with me again without me even realizing i just kinda wrapped my arm around her and cuddled her. It took me a few minutes but i jumped and looked at her and was like ‘when did you even come back?!’ and she looked at me like ‘uh wut’ so i thought what would happen if you did this to Loki XD

Summary: Loki and you are cuddling when he gets up to do something. You don’t notice him come back but cuddle with him subconsciously. You’re shocked when you realize he’s back. Just some lighthearted fluff! 

You and Loki had both eaten dinner and moved to the couch in the living room of the tower with the rest of the Avengers finding their own places in the room.

 You had taken a whole couch by stretching out across it, laying on your side, propped up on your elbow. Then you gave Loki a look and patted the couch. Loki rolled his eyes but agreed to be the little spoon today. Something about him doing this in front of the team made the butterflies in your stomach flounder about. As everyone got into little cliques and started talking, you had Tony talking to you about him and Pepper, about his new arc reactor about to go live at the Avengers mansion, about the last mission. 

You were both deep in the conversation and you felt Loki move and get up and disappear into the kitchen. What you didn’t feel was Loki come back and cuddle up to you again. Your body welcomed him naturally, your arms coming to rest across him, but this was all subconsciously. It’s only when Tony asks Loki, directly, a question that you jump and look at Loki incredulously and yelp. 

“When did you come back?” 

Loki frowns at you but it turns into an amused look.

“I’m not sure whether I should be offended or not...”

“I-”

“Did you not realize he came back? I mean you cuddled up to him and everything.” Tony asked with a laugh.

“I just...I don’t know, I was so focused on what you were saying I didn’t realize he came back.” 

“It pleases me, immensely, that your body just accepts me without a second thought.” Loki says next to you, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers with his then kissing your hand. 

298 notes • Posted 2021-05-08 17:52:06 GMT

#4

Loki: There is only room for one trickster in this tower, do you understand me?

Y/N: Oh yeah? Well, what are you gonna do about it handsome?

Loki: I'm going-

Loki:...

Loki: Did you just call me handsome?

Y/N: Are you chickening out?

Loki: No, I'm not a cock- *clears throat* chicken

Loki: I was thinking maybe we could, um, arm wrestle

Loki: Erm...preferably while walking because that makes it more hard and competitive. Some people call that hand holding but I don't- I would say it is very manly and aggressive and competitive...

Loki: And then to follow that up, for added vigor of course, we could eat spaghetti to see who can finish it the quickest at this little Italian place on the corner...what say you?

Y/N: I say bring it on, sugar lips

Loki:...

Loki: You better watch your mouth, speaking like that, I'm going to get you

Y/N: Oh I'm counting on it

Loki: *Wiping sweat from his forehead and breathing heavy*

315 notes • Posted 2021-09-02 02:40:24 GMT

#3

Masterlist

Chaptered Works:

-Astral (Loki x Reader) (WIP):You’re soulmates with Loki. You discover this when you experience something traumatizing and astral project to Loki. This is the journey from being a normal girl in NY to one of the most powerful beings in the universe.  Pt.1, Pt. 2, Pt. 2.1, Pt. 3, Pt. 4, Pt. 5, Pt. 6, Pt. 7, Pt. 8, Pt. 8.1, Pt. 9, Pt. 9.1, Pt. 10, Pt. 10.1, Pt. 11, Pt. 11.1, Pt. 12, Pt. 12.1, Pt. 13, Pt. 14.1, Pt. 15, Pt. 15.1, Pt. 16, Pt. 16.1 Pt. 17, 

Easy Aim (Is Only Exciting Once or Twice) (Loki x Reader) (COMPLETE): Everyone loves body switching AUs, right? I do. So experience what it’s like to be in a man’s, not just any man, Loki’s body while helping Loki truly experience a woman’s body in the process. Inspired by the peeing scene in Jumanji Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4, Pt. 5, Pt. 6, Pt. 7, Pt. 8

Odinson M.D. (Loki x Reader) (WIP): Y’all wanted a House AU so here it is. Loki is a doctor who keeps most people at bay with his sharp wit and sarcasm. He doesn’t understand the need for romantic ploys and casual human discussion. He thrives in the hospital, trying to figure out the unknown, even if his methods turn a bit morally ambiguous at times. That’s why he has Thor and Frigga to keep him in line although he would argue he has no need for it. You just happen to be a doctor on tenure under Loki’s tutelage along with Steve Rogers and Peter Parker. Can you convince the jaded doctor you’re just what he needs to keep him on his toes? Pt. 1, 

Pulse (Loki x Reader) (COMPLETE): Your pulse calms Loki down. Multiple scenarios where Loki finds solace in your pulse. Pt. 1, Pt. 2

Pizza Delivery Man, Not Boy (Loki x Reader) (WIP): Loki is going to do great things in life as a historian, first he must survive as a pizza delivery boy before he meets you. You’re the Dean of History and put out a scholarship worth $10,000. Loki wasn’t going to apply, but you convince him too. He also doesn’t know you’re the Dean, just a really suspicious woman. Pt.1, Pt. 2

Tales of a (Prom) King (Loki x Reader): Prom is a month away and Loki has done nothing to prepare to ask you because, honestly, why would you, a popular jock, want to go to prom with Loki? Loki is a textbook definition nerd. Pt. 1, Pt. 2

President Loki: PURE SMUT. “You little minx,” Loki breathes out. He pushes up against your body with his and you swallow when you feel his hard length push into your hip. “You could not handle me. I am not like your pathetic, little Loki. I do not make love. I fuck. I would ruin you.” Pt. 1

Tabloid Junky (Bucky x Reader): Jaimee is an aspiring, young reporter, excited to tell people’s stories, working for Jed & Stone Corp. One man in particular catches her attention, Bucky Barnes. She wants the world to know his story, even if she only works for an unreliable tabloid company. Bucky just so happens to be interested in her story as well. Pt. 1 

One-shots/drabbles:

Truth Serum: When you clean a mess in Tony’s lab you accidentally touch a foreign liquid. Loki helps the best he can.

Trust: Loki has a hard time believing you truly trust him. 

Glitter and Gold: After telling Loki you look better in silver jewelry you decide to wear all gold. Loki definitely notices. 

 Laundry Day: Tony catches you taking your suit to be washed. He has a field day when he tells you it’s not necessary. 

Pizza or Loki?: Loki can’t fathom why you would pick pizza over him. Little does he know you have some doubts he placates with a really, not so simple, question.

Mischief, Magic, and Machines: Studying magic all night with Loki, you’re late coming home, like it’s-morning-already late. Tony, your dad, is concerned and stops you as you enter the common area. Things escalate and you’re forced to play a hidden card that didn’t even actually happen (as much as you wish it did).

Least of His Worries: You catch your boyfriend cheating and when you go find a room to cry in Loki finds you and reacts in a way you weren’t expecting. 

Coming Out (Tony Edition): You come out to Tony, your father.

Cuddle Bug: When you’re cuddling Loki one day he leaves and comes back to your cuddles and you don’t even realize. 

I’m So Alone: Angsty as the title suggest. You, after losing Loki, also lose the Avengers and Shield and became a dangerous operative on the field because you have nothing left to lose. Loki comes back just in time. 

Nails n’ Spa: Loki teaches you how to say no in an unceremonious way.

Chosen: Tony brings up a question of your loyalty when he claims you care about Loki more than the team. He’s not wrong.

Ballistic: Loki comes home furious and you’re scared. With your powers you turn invisible until his rage is settled.

Commanding Loki (Just kind of happens): The Avengers are in awe and shock when you begin giving Loki commands in front of them. Loki is unimpressed but follows your commands anyways seeing as he’s head over heels for you. 

My Eyes Are Up Here, Loki: Inspired by a tiktok. Loki tells you he can make you scream with only two fingers. Your reply is anything but sexy.

Wisdom Starts with A T: You wake up in central park, your head resting in Loki’s lap. Loki was supposed to take you to get your wisdom teeth out and back to the tower. Loki fills you in on what happened in between. 

When Venom Meets Poison: Inspired by a tiktok. You and Steve have a rocky relationship. When he states he’d poison your drink if you were his wife well, he kinda deserves the response he gets in return.

5 Times Loki Held Your Hand and One Time You Held His: What the title says!

Caught in the Act: One day you catch Loki masturbating. In the living room of all places. His living room, but the living room nonetheless. Then he makes it weird and moans your name. 

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324 notes • Posted 2021-05-24 18:21:22 GMT

#2

Commanding Loki (just kind of happens)

Summary: You’re not really sure how it happens but you begin commanding Loki, the God of Mischief, around. To everyone’s shock, he happily obliges to your commands. 

The first time you do it in front of the Avengers they all kind of stop in shock.

"Loki, get me a soda before you sit down." You told rather than asked the God.

You were too busy looking at a tablet Tony had lent you to see him stop in his tracks. He glared at the Avengers looking at him, ready to attack him as if he was thinking about attacking you for giving him an order. They weren't wrong but only because you did it in front of everyone. Probably.

He got you a soda and sits next to you, rolling his eyes at your nonchalant thanks. 

The next time it happened was kind of a life or death situation.

"Loki, leave the room right now and calm yourself," You checked Thor's pulse through the gushing blood which made him slippery as an eel, "You either calm yourself and I’ll let you back in or you can sit out there like a petulant child. Go."

Natasha looked at you as if you were crazy, her hands pressing a t-shirt to Thor’s wound tightly. Loki heeded her no mind though and did as you told him.

He was welcomed back within 15 minutes.

Next, you do it more to push boundaries because Natasha had a conversation with you after Thor's fiasco. She's finds it quite funny that he obeys you like it's second nature but if anyone else dared do it he wouldn't hesitate to threaten their life. Trust me, Tony had wanted to test his boundaries and tried to do it too. Needless to say, Tony wouldn't be doing it again any time soon, he was still pissy some very expensive pieces of furniture got destroyed.

So one day while you and Loki are hanging out with Natasha, like you all consistently do because you three enjoy silence but companionship at the same time. You look across at Nat and grin, making sure Loki doesn't see it and commence your plan.

"Loki," Loki looks up from his book on midguardian foods newly introduced from 1996 to 2010, a questioning frown on his face, "Pass me the remote."

It's simple enough, nothing too strenuous. Yet.

"You have two perfectly functioning arms." Loki mutters but grabs the remote and gives it to you. You give him a genuine smile and you can see he has gone soft in the eyes before he looks at his book again. 

You glance at Nat with raised brows, she looks away with a smirk as you turn on the TV. Flicking through channels you finally settle on reruns of Stranger Things. Natasha gets interested and you kind of watch but mostly you're thinking about commanding Loki to do something else but what? Loki keeps looking at his book but you see him glancing up often to watch the show too.

"Hey, Cowboy," Loki growls at the name, it had come up when Thor told you he used to call him a cow for his horns, "Don’t sit like that you'll get scoliosis....if a God can get that." Loki who had slouched forwards blinked at you and sat up straight in shock from the bad posture. When you see him glower at the TV you smile, he's probably cursing midguardians for ruining his good posture.

"Thanks." You whisper.

Loki hums carelessly and puts his book down to instead watch the show. Natasha coughs into her hand (a hidden laugh, you knew Nat too well), Loki eyes her suspiciously, looks at you, then focuses back on the TV. You force yourself, with great resolve might you add, to not laugh. You let things settle again before you try the ultimate command.

"Ugh." You start, rolling your right shoulder around and poking at it as if it hurts. You're literally about to tell Loki to massage it for you but you’re struck by paralyzing shock. Loki had noticed your 'discomfort' and moved closer to you. Lifting his hands towards your shoulder he stopped and looked at you with a tilted brow, asking consent. 

Aww how sweet.

You nodded and shifted so he had better access to your back. One hand landed between your shoulders on your back and the other pinching the area where your shoulder met your arm and began massaging.

Shocked you let him staring at the TV but not knowing what is going on on the show. Loki and you had touched before so it's not so out in the left field that you're concerned but he was massaging you in front of Natasha. Your thoughts turned to mush as he pushes and pulls your body so he could access all of your back and starts massaging your entire back. You couldn't help the little whimpers and soft moans of delight. Not only was this man a God but he was literally gifted God like hands, unfair!

After letting out another whimper Loki stopped. You felt him shift back to his original spot and so you did too. Glancing at him you saw a hint of flushed cheeks as he stared at the TV distantly. Natasha was outright staring at him with both eyebrows raised to her hairline, it looked like.

Loki cleared his throat and left with an offhand excuse.

Once Loki left the area Natasha's eyes fell onto you. She smirked lecherously but said nothing about what had just happened. Turning her attention back to the show when you shrugged your shoulders, completely flustered. 

She asks, "So like, I don’t doubt Will is going to be found but does Barbara make it?"

You smile and settle into the couch, "You'll find out in a few episodes."

Natasha groans and you laugh. You know she hates not knowing but if she's truly desperate she can look it up on Google or ask Jarvis.

The next time you command him it's another crisis. 

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372 notes • Posted 2021-05-10 01:26:12 GMT

#1

5 Times You Shared a Bed with Loki and 1 Time You Made an Excuse to Share a Bed

Rubs hands together. Lets do this. 😈 

One

It’s after a battle, to start. 

Everyone is exhausted and Tony spent nearly two hours, two, arguing with the hotel concierge about the rooms. You and everyone else sat in the lobby letting Tony work his magic. 

Tony comes back and gives everyone keys. When he stops in front of you he winces then says, “YouhavetosharearoomwithLoki.”

You blink at Tony slowly and he sighs, rubs a hand over his neck with a grimace on his face. 

“You have to share a room with Loki because you’re the newbie.”

You look at the key card in Tony’s hands, up to Tony’s face, then over at Loki who sits napping while sitting up, his head tilted back on the wall while Thor talks to him about his battle he fought. 

You grab the card from Tony and make your way to the gods. When you reach them you smile at Thor who goes quiet and stare at Loki. Loki who feels someone staring at him squints open one eye to look at you.

“What?” He says, trying to put malice behind it but he’s too tired, it comes out more of a sigh than anything. 

“We’re sharing a room ‘cuz Tony doesn’t like you and I’m the newbie.” 

Loki looks at you for a second, closes his eye, sighs, then opens his eyes and stands. He waves a hand indicating you to lead the way. 

When you both get into the room there’s only one bed causing you and Loki to groan out loud.

“Tony, I swear to god.” You mumble.

“You’ll have to kill him before I do.” Loki says softly, flopping on the left side of the bed. 

You don’t even think that you could call down to the lobby and order a cot. Why did that never cross your mind? In hindsight, you’re happy you didn’t think.

Instead, you strip to your panties and bra and climb into the right side of the bed, facing the wall. You do not care that you’re in your lingerie while sharing a bed with Loki, he can deal with it. You’re tired, don’t have your pajamas on hand, and you refuse to sleep in your suit.

When Loki finally gets up, he magics into pjs, and lifts the covers to see you nearly naked causing him to sigh again. When he’s comfortable under the covers he waves a hand into the air and you gasp as soft silk envelopes your body. 

“Thanks.” You whisper into your pillow, nearly asleep.

Loki hums noncommittally and you both knock out.

Two

You both don’t talk about how you woke up facing each other but completely intertwined by the legs and arms the last time you shared a bed. So, when Tony tells you guys that it’s happening again you both give a little resistance. 

“Listen, I shared a room with him last time, I think we should take turns.” 

“You say that like it was atrocious to share a bed with me!” Loki says, you’re not really sure why he’s affronted you were all pretty tired from the battle today but not enough to be delusional.

“So you want to share a bed with me?” You throw at Loki who actually blushes.

“I didn’t say that!”  

“It’s implied.” Tony throws in with a shrug. 

Loki brings a hand up to his face and covers the irritated look that passes his face. 

“Give me the damn card.” You grumble, swiping the card from Tony’s hand. 

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758 notes • Posted 2021-05-29 04:22:00 GMT

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Dad!Harry talks to his daughter about her questioning sexuality PART 2

part one

(Thank you all for liking the last post, my heart is so full.)

More about the twins, parents' discussions, and a girl's day of insight and vulnerability.

WC: 3.5 k

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After tucking June in bed, much to her playful annoyance, Harry made his way to the bedroom where the love of his life was resting. Crossing the hallway, he smiled to himself. There was nothing he loved more than being a trusted father. Having this responsibility lifted him, it guided him to be even better. Just replaying the conversation he had in his head was bringing extra moisture to his eyes. What could he say? He was a natural softie, this (y/n) knew so it was no different with his babies.

Right before making it to his shared bedroom, he instead turned to make his way to the younger ones' room. (y/n) might possibly be crossed with him if she finds out he awoke them just for some kisses, but she didn't have to know.

Shuffling into the room, lit by a nightlight that displayed soft stars on the kids' ceiling, he noticed both of them whispering to one another. Having them share a room was the conscious decision of the parents. Although they had a few rooms to spare, they preferred the twins to sleep together, as they quickly noticed how the two reacted when apart. Oftentimes, they'll find Mick in Mazzy's bed, or vice-versa. It is clear to the parents that the twins are most comfortable with one another, and separating them seemed borderline abusive.

"Hmmm, what're you two on about? Late, innit?" Harry softly spoke, with a smile on his face to clear any seriousness in his words.

"Dadaaaa" Mazzy dragged, smiling that her father was here. She sat up on her bed, making grabby arms as to drag her father further into the room. He was so weak for his babies and quickly made his way to her.

"Mazzy meet friends today. Talk dada," Mick explained in an annoyed tone, which Harry obviously found hilarious. Pardon him for not knowing the basis of their conversations. As he smiled to himself, he wrapped his arm around Mazzy as she further burrowed himself on his side, and he extended his hand to Mick (whose bed was a very short distance away from Mazzy's). "Bedtime dada, momma said sleep" Mick said seriously to his father as he reluctantly grabbed his hand.

Harry and (y/n) could see the personalities of the two strongly already: Mick adopted the role of the carrying older brother despite being born only six minutes before, and Mazzy the clumsy, caring younger sister. The twins upheld their roles quite well, and because of their personalities, they rarely left each others' sides.

"Oh baby, I know she did but I just want some snuggies. Don't kill me, 'kay?" Harry said, pulling his arm so Mick would get the message to hug his father. Despite wanting to seem ever-so mature, loved nothing more than to hug the most important man of his life and finally succumbed to 'snuggies'.

"Mumma said to sleep for school, dada," Mazzy inquisitively said to Harry, looking up at him questioning.

"Yes baby, you two need to start sleeping more, you'll start preschool later this year, and mums' not sure if they do nappy time like in daycare." He rubbed both of their backs in unison as he saw them interlock hands on his stomach. These moments, he thinks, are the exact reason he does what he does. He wants nothing more than to support his babies (all four, actually) and be able to watch them grow. "Just wanted to give you guys some kissies. Kissies please?" He finished by puckering his lips as he looks down at the two.

They giggle and lean up to press soft kisses on his cheeks simultaneously.

"Now what's this about some friends, Mazzy?"

"Yes papa, so nice to me. Mick wants to hear if good friends."

Harry continued to rub their backs, so proud of their bond. "Good job Mick, always taking care of your sister. You know she'll always do the same for you too."

"I know dada, told me Aidan was rude to her. We not friends again." Mick stated, again making his father's chest filled with pride.

"Good, we all know we need to treat our friends nicely but if they are not kind back, we can't let ourselves be their friends. What do we do, babes?"

The kids smiled, playfully annoyed once again yet said together: "treat people with kindness." dragging it out as most kids do with very little seriousness.

"I've gotta go now, let's tuck you both in so momma will never know I was here, 'kay?" He lifted Mick in his arms and carried him the short distance to his bed, while Mazzy tucked her legs back in her blankie. Making sure Mick was cozy, he planted a wet kiss on his forehead.

"Dadaaa" Mick smiled, knowing his father's antics by now.

After placing another kiss on Mazzy's head, he placed a palm on both of the children's bellies. "I love you two so dearly. You guys, June, and your mum are the best things in my life. Rest up so we can have another fun day tomorrow babies."

He finally made his way out of their room, seeing the two burrowings further into their respective blankets with their eyes closed filling his heart. Sneaking his phone out, he snapped a quick picture and sent it to his wife so she could keep a copy of the moment. (although, through this, he effectively ruined the small secret of waking them.) Fuck it, he'll just say this is how he found them.

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"She wanted to talk about the Sage situation?" (y/n) guessed, as her beloved crossed the threshold and planted himself face-first on their king bed. All spread out, he moved his back to crack it, due to the stress of every day and ... well, age.

"Said she heard about my sexuality more than yours. Bet you're jealous huh?"

"Please, I know the bond you two have. Is she okay though? You gave her the good ole' 'we'll always be there' parent talk?" (y/n) never doubted his ability to be a father, but these circumstances were a bit more sensitive than other matters. She finally shut her book, placing it on the bedside table that holds Harry and her's current reads. There was no better end to her day than kissing her babies and reading alongside the love of her life.

"She's okay, I think. It's hard for her, obviously. I hate seeing her in pain but this is just one of those things she has to do. As long as she knows we're here, I don't expect it to be too difficult?" He pondered. He did mean it, being a questioning teenager is difficult as is but adding sexuality to the equation? He was fortunate enough to be so self-assured that the concept of questioning himself wasn't that turbulent. "But she wants to hear from you too, obviously. Be prepared to share your life story babe," he giggled, turning his head to see his wife who now began to stroke his hair. God, that really did it when he was tired.

"Yeah, I think I recall her saying this week was slow since she finished exams, so would you agree that we could take a girl's day in light of it all?" She pondered, wanting to assure her daughter in the best, normal way possible.

Harry finally sat up, only to cuddle into his wife's arms. This was another reason he knew the two were soulmates: she loved being the big spoon as much as he liked being held in her arms. "Yes, definitely a good idea. Mhm, what'd I do to have someone as mindful and loving as you? M'life would be incomplete without you, you're everything to me, love." Still feeling as 'lovey-dovey' as ever, he burrowed his head further into her, almost physically absorbing the love she poured out.

"I just want her to feel normal, I guess. When I finally came out, it seemed like it was the only interesting thing about me. It was the only point of conversation for a while, and I don't want June to feel like it's such a hugely different thing. She's still our baby, always will be."

"Hmm, the parenting books have nothing on us. So happy we're a team," he says, grabbing one of her hands to intertwine their fingers. "Gives me a love boner just thinking about how good we are, God."

"Narcissistic asshole. Want a bedtime handie?"

Her words make him shudder, a moan itching to be released. "M'done for with you."

She smiles at his words, knowing that the man in her arms is unlike the general population in that he prefers her hand far over her mouth. Shifting a bit, she kept one arm around his shoulders, to keep him close, and inched the other one to his briefs. They were firm believers in comfortable sleeping, which often lead to sleeping in only undergarments or less. She began to touch him softly through the fabric, already feeling how hard he was. "Oh baby, what's got you all worked up already?" It was a taunting tone, something about their position made it common sense that he'd be more submissive tonight.

"Please, (y/n). Just a quick hand, please." He shifted his hips, trying to get her soft hand to come down harder. Lucky for him, she wasn't in a mood to see him suffer and pressed the heel of her hand more firmly. "You know exactly what that does to me. Please baby, I'll be quiet."

"I know you will, you deserve this, 'kay?" She finally ended the small foreplay and moved her fingers into his briefs. Having been with her for over 15 years, (y/n) knew exactly what got Harry off the quickest. Nothing sold him out faster than a quick, sloppy hand, and her coaxing and appraisal always made him finish embarrassingly fast. Wrapping her hand around his length, she immediately began to jerk him off, wiping his precome to make it smoother. "Such a good daddy to our babies, best father out there I swear."

Her words made him shudder, even more, her touch making him extremely sensitive. Given her arm wrapped around him, he moved his head to the crevice of her neck, feeling shy from her praise. "(y/n), you're going to-" he was interrupted by her thumbing his head again, letting out a breathy moan, "god, make me cum so quick, please."

"It's okay baby, come on now, give it to me." She smirked as she felt him press soft kisses to her neck, almost as a thank you for the fucking phenomenal handie he was receiving.

His breath increased, indicating he was nearing his peak. He began to whimper ever so slightly, wriggling in place and only pushing himself closer to her. "Cumming, god m'cumming." he moaned, finally releasing over her hand.

(y/n) didn't end there though, still dragging her hand to rub his cum down his length and creating a click-ing sound. It was left unsaid that he loved to be overstimulated and milked.

Finally pulling her hand out after Harry begged her it was enough, she got up to grab a hand towel from their en suite restroom. Coming back, she found him with his eyes shut, clearly ready for sleeping.

"Budge up, or this'll get all gross in the morning."

Moving sluggishly, he allowed her to clean. "Come on now, let me do the same to you," he slurred as he flipped on his side, patting the bed.

"No baby, that's alright. Just wanna sleep with 'ya." She smiled at him fondly, noticing his eyes once again shutting in content. The two were almost annoying cuddlers, and they were practically seared together when it came to sleeping.

"Alright, in my arms 'ya go now. Come." He said faintly as she crawled into the space he made for her. Immediately squishing her face in his chest, he wrapped both arms around her back, caging her in and digging his fingers in her loose hair. "Love you," he whispered, although given his face was over her head, it was pretty muffled.

"Love you."

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"Let's do three more deep breaths, and then we can go see what your mum made for breakfast," Harry indicated, eyes still shut as he sat cross-legged by Mazzy and Mick on the floor, June also sitting on one of the twins' bed.

Before the two parents gave birth to June, Harry insisted that it would be vital to teach their children meditation: a practice that would help them understand and work through their emotions. (y/n) agreed quickly, after hearing many testimonials online of increased mindfulness in small toddlers. Harry tried more often than not to do what he called "Good Morning Heart" exercises before school, but if he was out (y/n) had no problem doing it alone. Today though, the two woke up slightly later than usual and had to split up their duties.

"Okay, good. Keep your eyes closed for now, my bugs. I want you to think about one thing you hope to achieve today. Talk to a new kid maybe, or participate in class. Anything, and take another deep breath as you think of it."

"Dada, done now," Mazzy said, smiling wide at her father. Obviously having meditated her whole life (although they didn't consider it meditation, more so family time) she was used to these exercises and her father leading the group. She didn't know exactly why they did it, but being able to frame your day as positive before it even starts did boost her already positive demeanor.

"Good job baby, so proud of you. Why don't you go run down to see your mama? Not on the stairs though."

"I take her, dada!" Mick excitedly said, unknowingly to others, his positive goal for the day was protecting his 'baby' sister.

Harry smiled, dimples shinning as he saw the two siblings scurry down the hall. "Finished bug?" He asked as June and he were the only two left in the twins' room.

"Yeah, going to ask mom about everything."

"She's ready, and she's so fucking proud of you."

"Thank you, Dad, for everything. I mean it." June leaned over to give him a hug, making her cheek squish against his shoulder. He moved his head over to give her a kiss over her hair, closing his eyes for a second, basking in the life full of love he manifested.

"You didn't hear it from me, but I have an insider report your mum made chocolate pancakes."

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"Come here for your kisses, don't try to weasel out of it," (y/n) laughed, putting her arm over the center console to pucker her lips. Mick was first, giving his mom a kiss on the cheek, dimples resembling his father's. Mazzy followed with obtaining their daily kiss before daycare, both stumbling their way out of the car to meet a teacher that helped them inside. "God they're so precious, as are you," (y/n) said, as she softly pinches June's cheek.

"Mooom," June dragged, now in the 'always embarrassed by parents' teenager phase. "Could we talk about Yesterday? You know, with whatever Dad said?”

“Yes! Actually, before we start would it be cool if we play hooky?” There wasn’t a ‘cooler’ parent between the two as they usually were very lenient, but this definitely bought (y/n) some cool parent points.

“What?! Are you sure? Is Dad okay with it?”

“Of course, he encouraged it really. Just a girl's day for us, can go shopping and eat lunch? Whad’ya think babe?”

“Freak it.” Or for translation, June’s way of saying fuck it.

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“Can you maybe … tell me how it worked for you? How you … decided?” June said nervously, still nervous about the topic.

“Yeah, of course, baby. It’s a much longer story than your fathers, but I’ll try to condense it:

“At your age, it’s such a period of confusion, and a lot of times your family can agitate that. From seventh grade to about my senior year of high school, I had what I now call my ‘identity crisis. Really, it was rooted in sexual confusion and overall expression but at the time, it was the most dramatic thing happening since the death of mom.”

The two were sitting in the car, having stopped by a local cafe for coffee before sitting in the mall parking lot. It was an odd place, but comfortable given the two were together. (y/n) and Harry prided themselves off of being an open family and sharing details of their past, but this wasn’t something June had heard of in such detail yet. Because of this, she was extremely absorbed in what her mother was saying.

“It’s really funny to me now, because that’s how I deal with things, I guess. But at the moment, I was-“ (y/n) turned her head to look out the window of the car, needing a small moment before recalling the most difficult time of her life. “It’s ridiculous because I know I should say losing mom was painful, but this whole sexuality thing tore me apart in a different way. It was silent, and it was internal. There was no one I could tell, not until my junior year.

“Anyway, going back to the plotline, yes. I did have a close friend I liked. She is mainly the reason I began to question, that and being a little too obsessed with Stevie Nicks. Sidebar: that was one thing that your father and I initially bonded on.” (y/n) finally lifted her head to see her daughter who stared at her with much adoration. Although she was a mother, this specific conversation still made her extremely insecure due to years of denial from family. She could only hope to raise her kids in a contrasting environment. “It was really hard, and I did become depressed and, well, suicidal frankly. Coming from a background like mine, there isn’t a ‘good’ view on anyone who is gay and that combined with my father's overall conserved nature, I was terrified. Then there was the back-and-forth: am I gay? Am I straight? Am I faking it? Does it matter? And the answer, to the last one at least, is yes it does fucking matter.”

“It made you that sad? Trying to figure it out? Dad says I’ll always be the same girl, why was it such a big deal for grandpa?”

“It was hard on me that I didn’t have someone noticing this pain I was going through. I, unfortunately, did not have someone to tell me that it was okay, and it was normal. God, I felt like such a deviant,” (y/n) laughed in an attempt at raising the mood. “When I finally got around to telling your grandpa, he said that mom mentioned it to him once, before she passed. He claims that she said I was going to be different, and he would have to understand that. Mothers always know. And he did, at least, he tried. It was hard to go from always saying future husband to future partner but he got the hang of it. You’re never too old to change your views and grandpa is the best example of that. He’s also very proud of his son-in-law for being so open about everything including sexuality, says that makes our relationship stronger and is the biggest reason he permitted your Dad to propose.”

"I don't even know what to say, that's kind of insane mom."

(y/n) laughed. The pain of her past has subsided over the years, and it was relieving to be able to recount it. "So insane. What else can I say about this? Two aunts were really rude about it and dad got so angry. It made me cry seeing him fight for me. After that, things just all worked out. It's still a hard topic, it took me forever to tell your dad. I thought he was going to be grossed out," (y/n) laughed again out of remembrance, cheeks warming from embarrassment.

"Mom! How could he, I'm sure he was the same as when you two met but dad would beat himself if he ever hurt you. And, that's really nice to hear about grandpa." June was amused over the change of topic and touched her mom was letting this information out.

"No, no. He's always been so attentive and needy," (y/n) giggled, June joining. "You should ask him about it, he's such a sap but that story especially gets a few tears out of him."

"Oh, definitely will do."

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After the two had strolled around the mall a bit and found a few new pieces of clothing (what could (y/n) say, she had the tiniest shopping addiction) June opened up the conversation once more.

"So, how long does it take to know know."

"Oh babe, there's no number I can give you that works for everyone. You can't really but a timeline on these things. I will say there are stages, like definitely a questioning period, but you might not spend time experimenting with labels or you will. It's really hard to say. Personally, it was like six-ish years for me?"

They continued to roam the store, June now looking at jeans with embroidered details. "Hm." She looked deep in thought, but not nearly as conflicted as Harry described her to be the night prior. "I'm thinking about it mom, and I might be sure about it."

As (y/n) moved June into her arms into a Styles' classic bear hug, she hummed in joy. "I am so happy to hear that baby. We are so proud of you, and you're still our same baby but you're developing your identity and we're just so proud to be your parents. Please, babe, don't worry about this, we're here always to defend you through anything. Although, half of our friends and family are gay or something too." (y/n) gave her a smirk, both chuckling at the situation. "Now, if we're done here maybe we can stop by your dad's fav strawberry dealer, he sent me a message he was craving some."

June followed her mom out of the store after deciding to buy the jeans, body warming at the thought of having what she considered to be the best parents in the world.

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Part two done! kinda obsessed with this storyline now, so let me know what else you want to see from this precious family. ily!