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smbyt · 1 year

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TF141 + König x GN!Reader who started the flame in the middle of the night and still be cheeky about it the following day. (P3)

(Vietnamese version here, English isn't my first language so I hope you guys could read this easily)

Including: Ghost, Gaz (in P1), Soap, König (in P2), Price (in P3 cause I wrote a lot for him @@)

Warning: swearing, a little suggestive (of course SFW, just flirting), mention about König smokes

Reader is their teammate (and secret lover, but reader is new to König), no pronoun or sign name, just some nickname like kid, princess (just for teasing, not related to reader's gender), rookie,...

This post inspired me so… here we are =))))))

Translate: A had done some stupid things that B had to wake up and extinguish the fire. However, the next day, A still winked cheekily at B and went: “Such a hot night, right?”

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John Price:

If you two are alone, the old man will pinch your cheeks, and pat yours a few more times to warn you to stop.

Maybe he'll smash his hat over your head so you don't see his ears turning red.

Yup, Price quite enjoyed your teaser. But won't admit it because he is old, stop teasing him!!!

What if you are with the whole team and you whisper to him like that? He'll give you an extremely grumbling warning glance.

Sneaking a hand to pinch your thigh under the bar and smiling so friendly that you scowled in pain but didn't dare to scream out of fear that people would know.

"I'm too old for this"

"You're only 40!"

"So?"

He will punish you, no matter what your relationship is. Cleaning the toilet or the whole base, whatever. But when he learns that you set the stove on fire because you cooked for him, he will feel guilty and hug you tightly to thank you.

Will definitely try your cooking someday, of course you will have to cook under the strict supervision of Chef Price.

Price was lying exhausted in his hospital bed due to the fever brought on by the last campaign. For some reason, Price had been in the water for almost three days without eating or sleeping, and now he was paying for that.

Price coughed continuously, his whole body shivering from the cold. But no matter how many blankets he put on, he still couldn't sweat a single drop.

“Captain, would you like more blankets?”

A medic brought two more blankets for Price, and Price nodded in thanks, continuing to curl up in his fever.

“Two more hours before you can take more medicine. If anything happens, just call me."

Price nodded again, burying his face in the blankets to find more warmth for himself.

He didn't think that there was also a day when an experienced soldier like him collapsed from a minor illness, a man who had broken the necks of his enemies many times was now bedridden because he was too weak to walk. Price scratched his beard, feeling it warmer than his cold body. And for the first time in years, Price suddenly realized how old and weak he was.

Remember when he was still a 16-year-old boy, Price didn't think he would have a sick day like this, his mind had been full of battlefield dreams, fighting for peace, for justice. But as time passed, that dream became more and more difficult to achieve. Price gradually saw how unfair the world was, how scary it was, and increasingly turned the 16-year-old boy into a tough old man.

Well, at least 24 years have passed, he counted.

Price coughed again, his mind now like a cloud of dust. If the disease was not cured soon, Laswell will surely send someone to replace him. And even though it was impossible, Price still felt a little uneasy thinking about it.

Price continued to try to relax, if this old body could sweat now everything would be better. However, for the past six hours, Price had not improved at all, his whole body was aching and sluggish, both hot and cold at the same time uncomfortably.

He lay there enduring the fever, looking from the ceiling to the floor. Price didn't know how to get himself to sleep, his mind was so hazy that he started to think of everything in exhaustion.

Then suddenly your voice came from behind the door, "John, can I come in?"

Just a short sentence of yours wiped away all the fatigue in his heart, your voice was sweet and sacred like a bell in the morning sun. And as if because he was still in a fever, Price suddenly felt more infatuated with you than ever.

Price tried to sit up, but because he couldn't get out of bed, he could only sit there and speak out loud.

"It's you?" A hoarse voice followed by a constant burst of coughing made you feel anxious. You had just returned to the base and heard that your captain is seriously ill, and before you could put away your weapons, you rushed here, fortunately you grabbed a mask in the medic's room.

You put on a mask, walked into the room and saw Price sitting on the bed, his face paled.

“How are you, John? I heard you cough a lot."

Price tried to hide the smile on his face, his old heart can hardly bear the cuteness you bring, the little Private in Price's heart. Price loved the way you called him John and how you talked to make Price look a few decades younger.

Price smiled, trying to suppress a cough that was about to burst out of his throat.

"Minor illness, it's okay"

You walked over to sit on the side of the hospital bed, about to touch Price's forehead when Price leaned over trying not to get too close to you.

"Don't come near, you'll catch it"

"Come on, John, let me see how you are."

"No no"

Price couldn't help but cough, shaking his head repeatedly. In any way, this old man still didn't want to pass on that petty illness to you. You were very young, you should keep your strength to take on more tasks, and shouldn't care about him.

"I'm wearing a mask, I just want to check your temperature, not asking for a kiss, so why are you avoiding me so much, John?"

You squinted at Price, making him smile. "Stop messing around, it's just a minor illness, kid."

You had to temporarily give in to your stubborn old man, sit next to the bed and watch Price, not ask to touch his forehead anymore. Your captain looked very pale now, his eyes, which had been marked by time, were even more wrinkled. Price's hair turned a little gray. You blinked, if it weren't for the fact that Price said he was only 40 years old now, you would have thought your lover was also around 60.

"So how have you been since afternoon? Soap and I were a little busy earlier, so we couldn't go home at the same time as everyone else. So when I heard that you were sick, I ran over here without having time to change."

You patted the gear on your body, the gun and walkie-talkie were still there. Price looked at your gestures and couldn't help but feel happy, it turned out that you care for him so much, and Price wanted to hug you tight and kiss you a lot to show his gratitude.

But of course, he can't do that, you would get sick.

"You should go rest, you all did your best." Price sighed, leaning back against the wall. "I didn't expect I'd be this sick, I'm so old..."

“You are only 40 years old!”

"That's still almost years older than you."

Price laughed, but there was still something bitter in it. Sometimes Price didn't understand why you chose him, because you can fall in love with any healthier young man at your age and not have to mind a middle-aged man like him. Two people with a 5-year age gap made it hard to match, let alone you and Price...

"You're like a fine wine, gets better with age, John. Besides, I love wine"

You winked teasingly at your captain, causing Price to laugh. "Oh kids, they only know to be smooth-talking these days."

You grinned, "John likes me to be smooth-talking, doesn't he?"

Price couldn't hide the smile on his face anymore, he reached out and took your hands, hands much softer than his 24 years of fighting. The two of you sat in silence for a while, then began to talk about the things around you.

“I heard that, Gaz intends to propose to his lover after this mission is over. After his lover made a Molotov bomb in his bedroom, Gaz became more and more infatuated."

“Those two kids…” Price sighed, remembering how panicked he was when he saw the two of them standing in the middle of the scorched room with no protection on their bodies. Especially when Gaz was half naked, Price feared he was in more danger.

You giggled, patting Price's hand. You two continued to talk more about the day, Price wanted you to rest, but he couldn't resist having you by his side right now.

"I think you need to eat something healthy"

"It's okay, just water and medicine are fine."

"You have been working so hard, isn't it okay to eat soup?"

Price shook his head, squeezed your hand, and looked up at the ceiling. He sighed, the fever making him feel tired and sore. You helped Price lie down on the bed, and although he didn't want you to get too close, the feeling of your touch was just too alluring. Price lay down, still holding your beloved hand.

“Well… I'll be fine in 72 hours anyway. There's no need to be taken care of like an old man." Price laughs, "Besides, the kitchen isn't working right now so there's no way to cook anything to eat."

You pouted, but chose not to argue with Price, then continued to talk to your captain about other matters. You wanted to take care of your captain, but this old man stubbornly refused to take care of himself. You kept talking to Price like that until he fell asleep, this time Price was able to sleep comfortably without being tormented by the illness.

You slowly walked out, deciding to cook Price a soup to get better. Seeing a tired Price lying on a hospital bed made you feel hurt. But the kitchen was no longer working at this time, cause it was almost midnight, you wondered what to do.

Then suddenly you came up with an idea.

…

Price was immersed in his dream, in there, he dreamt of the wars that he had experienced. Dreaming of old comrades, dreaming of his first day in the army. Dreaming of dangerous battles that nearly drove him to his death. And especially dreamed of the first day he formed task force 141.

Then Price dreamed of you, a private who was still new to the team. But somehow, you approached Price and made him feel this forbidden love. Your smile, your voice, your eyes, everything made Price feel that you were the light that illuminates his soul.

He didn't know how to keep you in his arms forever when you both were involved in battles that could take your lives at any moment. But Price still wanted to hold you tight, hold you in his lap and protect you from the dangers of this world. Price may not be young, but he had a lot of experience, as you said "he is like fine wine, gets better with age", he can be your best defender.

Just that, Price just wanted to protect you, embrace you and treat you like his own treasure. Just that, a simple dream…

"Hurry up!"

Price was still in his dream, unable to keep up with the chaotic reality.

What happened to you? Who is screaming?

“Where the fuck is fire extinguisher!?”

“Over there!”

“Soap! Watch out!”

It's your voice, are you in danger? What is up?

Price woke up tiredly, suppressing his headache and vertigo, and slowly got out of bed.

Where are you? Price needs to know where you were!

"Captain! Just rest, nothing serious."

Price just opened the door and walked out to see another private running by, he stopped and pointed to the scene of you and Soap trying to put out the fire at the end of the corridor. The fire was not very big, but because the fire extinguisher was broken, no longer usable, Soap used it to hit the portable gas stove - which caused the fire.

“What did you do!?”

"Making soup!"

“This time!?”

Soap panicked and tried to put out the fire, he used all his strength to turn the fire extinguisher's van again, but it still didn't work.

Oh... so you're making him soup…

There was a strange feeling in Price's heart that made him feel like bursting into tears. Never before had Price felt that just burnt soup could warm his heart so much.

And then, while you and Soap still couldn't do anything more, Price rushed back out with a drenched blanket, threw the blanket on the stove, and reached in to turn the gas tank back on.

The fire had stopped.

Price gasped, you and Soap gasped too.

"Jo- Captain..."

"Captain!"

"Are you two gonna die if you don't mess around!?"

Price growled, throwing the thing in his hand to Soap. He was panting from the pain in his chest, sweating profusely from trying to run.

"Sorry Captain..."

You mumbled fearfully looking at Price. But you were not afraid because Price was angry, you were afraid because Price looks worse and worse. Looking at him unsteady, his face was as red as pomegranate and sweat covered his whole body, making your chest feel like it was being weighed down by a rock.

You walked over to try to grab Price's arm to help him, but he leaned away from you.

"You'll catch the illness, I'll be fine-"

"CAPTAIN!"

Price fainted in your arms, slowly losing consciousness, the last thing he could see were your panicked eyes and the drops of his sweat on your skin.

….

"You laugh cause my love burned my room but you were going to turn the entire base into hell"

"Don't blame me, they burned it, not me"

Soap pointed his thumb at you, you shrugged, smiled as innocently as you could.

It's also been three weeks since your gas stove burned down, and this had become a chronic joke among the members of TF141. They kept repeating it over and over and over to tease you. Soap, then Gaz, then Ghost bringing this to look down on you because at least they didn't burn any portable gas stoves.

You were a little uncomfortable at first, but slowly got used to their teasing. Want to tease you now? Who cares?

As for Price, true to his reassurance, after only 72 hours he recovered and was well again. It turned out that he just had a small cold, only because he didn't eat or sleep for three days, he didn't have enough resistance to fight the illness.

You watched Soap and Gaz joke about the gas stove a little longer, propping your chin up and looking up at the ceiling.

It'd been almost three weeks since you'd seen Price, because Laswell forbade you and Soap from going near him.

Not knowing if Price missed you, or was annoyed by your stupid game, you were just worried about Price. Price was better now but he only gave orders through paperwork and through Ghost, even your punishment for cleaning the toilet was announced by Ghost, which reminds you of Price so much.

“Ah, old man, you're here.”

Soap chirped happily, you also looked out the door of the bar, and Price was there. He was still the same, still as tall and strong and healthy as he was when you first joined the team. Price wore his signature hat and your favorite blue t-shirt that showed off his stocky muscles.

Who dares to say Price is old? There's no old man as sexy as your Price, right?

You couldn't help but grin as you looked at Price, causing him to glare at you to warn you not to let anyone else see it. You nodded to show your understanding and retracted your simping face. (Unfortunately, Ghost saw your smile, but he didn't pay attention and just focused on his glass of wine)

“Are you guys bad-mouthing me?”

"Soap just praised you two years younger now"

"Shut up, he hasn't punished you for burning room, just shut the fuck up"

Price slowly made his way to the bar to be greeted by Soap and Gaz, trying not to laugh at the two boys' shenanigans. He looked around and then shrugged like “there are no other avail chairs” so he naturally sits next to you.

"Old man"

You greet Price with a toast and shit-eating grin, passing him the cheapest but best whiskey this bar had, and he smiled as he took it, trying to hide his loving gaze on you. Price didn't want others to see how much he loved you, but every time you were near, he couldn't help but melt.

“We just talked about the fired gas stove a few weeks ago.”

Soap grinned, nudged your arm and raised an eyebrow at Price.

You sighed helplessly, facepalming and trying to hold back Soap's smugness. Price saw that, laughed, put down his wine glass, and calmly asked, "So who started it that night?"

And to your surprise, everyone pointed to you.

You rolled your eyes at Price, this old man, tired of living, right?

You pretended to laugh, pretending to be innocent, but inside, you were extremely annoyed. It was clear that Price knew you set the gas stove on fire because of him (you didn't do it on purpose, it was just an accident!). But the old man still liked to ask questions like he wanted to show his power and act like "I'm an adult" to you!

Seeing Price smile smugly, a few nods and "don't be so childish next time", you set up for revenge.

Taking advantage of Soap's turn to discuss with Gaz the upcoming football match, you leaned on the bar, exposing part of the back of your neck because of the pose (which you consider sexy), and winked teasingly: "Such a hot night, wasn't it?"

Your voice is unhurried, neither fast nor slow, but full of incredible charm. Price's smile stiffened, his dark eyes warning you of your language. But you kept teasing him, fingers drawing around the base of Price's wine glass with a shit-eating grin.

Price raised his glass of wine to his lips to avoid your eyes, and the acrid alcohol didn't stop his heart from bumping. He ran his hand over your inner thighs under the bar, his rough hand so careful that no one noticed what Price was doing.

And then he pinched really hard.

"The fu-"

You jumped from the pain, almost spilling Soap's nearby wine glass.

“Watch your mouth, kid.” Price chuckled, continuing to drink as if he did nothing.

Soap quickly pulled his wine glass aside and pushed you back to your seat.

"Hey princess, I've been punished because of you once, someone will punish you twice for this"

Soap winked at the captain, Gaz pretended to be "I'm blind" so he wouldn't have to gag at Soap's actions. Price smiled and said slowly, "Who would punish our princess?"

He scoffed, then gave you a teasing look.

And are you angry? YES!

But can you do anything!? NO!

You tried to hold back the anger, but in your head, you were plotting to take revenge again.

"And why did you guys burn your room, Gaz?" you turned everyone's attention to Gaz, making him just smile and reply: "Craving cocktails"

"What kind?"

"Molotov"

So you and the whole team 141 enjoyed a "peaceful" night at a small pub where everyone had just finished their mission. Most of the night went pretty well, if not all of a sudden Soap got in the mood to ask you to have a drinking contest with him.

You wanted to have fun, so you agreed, spent all your money to see who would get drunk first. Price used the excuse that he was old so he didn't join, and Ghost remained untouchable when you and Soap asked to drag him into the competition. Gaz also participated in the game, drinking while facetiming with his teammate (who everyone knows was Gaz's secret lover) to show off his achievements.

"If only you were here to watch Gaz lose" you put down your wine glass, your face red and smile at the person on Gaz's phone.

"Laswell got them now."

Without waiting for Gaz to reply, Price smiled and replied for him. You beamed at Price, continuing your stupid game.

Near the middle of the night, you left the game and asked to go to the toilet first. Going to the washbasin, you realized how messy you were. Your face was red, your clothes were disheveled, and you still had a red mark on your face because you had been so drunk that you hit your face on the table.

You chuckled at yourself in the mirror, perhaps because you were in a good mood that made it even easier to laugh. And then in the mirror, you saw the shape of a person with arms crossed, leaning against the edge of the toilet door. A big, muscular guy wearing a familiar hat.

"John"

You called Price's name, when there was no one around, you'd still prefer to call Price "John" rather than the dry "captain". You smiled at Price in the mirror, and mirror Price smiled at you.

"I haven't even thanked you for the soup yet."

"It's burned, John, there's no need to thank me like that. I should've apologized to you for letting you faint."

Your smile was tinged with sadness, and you kept washing your hands then wiping your wet hands on your pants.

Price walked over to you, took a bunch of tissues from the corner of the sink, and wiped your hands.

"I would faint a hundred times just to eat your soup"

Price said softly, his loving gaze making you who were drunk even more dreamy. It was only now at this close distance that you noticed the gray hairs in Price's hair, which were much more gray than you'd seen three weeks ago. You reached out and touched those gray hairs, whispering to Price: "I'd rather John take me to a restaurant, I'm tired of burning more gas stoves."

Price chuckled, kissed your forehead, and tossed the tissues in the trash. You loved this smile of Price very much, no matter how many times you went through it, seeing Price smiling was still the thing you look forward to the most after a tiring mission.

You pulled Price back and placed a kiss on his lips, at first just as gentle as a thank you kiss, but then slowly stronger and more passionate.

"Alright, kid"

Price laughed, pushing you away from your passionate kiss. He smiled so much that his eyes were curved into a semicircle and his lips were glossy from your kiss.

"Wanna kiss"

“No, you stink too bad.”

You gasped, smacking Price in the chest: "It's you, not me!"

You both laughed again, he took your hand that hit him and brought it to his lips, then kissed your naughty knuckles. Price caressed your hand as if you were his most precious fragile thing, wrapping yours with hands that had lived through a rough life.

“Let's go,” you say, “or else someone will spread rumors that we monopolize the toilet.”

“Alright.” Price nodded, and you both headed out.

On the way, Price was about to dodge you a little so that no one could see you but you hugged his arm. He didn't resist, enjoying the feeling of your touch.

You looked up at Price admiringly, squeezing his toned biceps: "But again, that night was hot, wasn't it, John?"

As soon as you said that, you had Price slam his hat on your head. He reached out and pinched your cheek. "I'm too old, don't tease me like that"

“John is only 40!”

"So?"

Price raised an eyebrow, 40 is still older than you, don't mess with adults!

You giggled, then let go of Price's hand when you saw someone else walk in.

"Next time I'll cook John something else"

"Yes, but you must have my supervision."

"Okay"

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lostloveletters · 5 months

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cant stop thinking about the woody/brady high school au, do you have any more hcs for that? or maybe some with holly, bucky and the rest of the gang included?

You sent this two weeks ago, and I want to apologize for the wait! I promise I wasn’t ignoring you, I got kind of sidetracked😅 High school teachers AU my beloved🖤 Previous HCs for this AU are here!

More headcanons below the cut!

RIP to the like 3 students who have both a music class and a shop class because they’re getting a double dose of “teachers who are so obviously into each other it’s almost painful”

Woody goes to every school concert and musical, even though she doesn’t have to, but Brady’s obviously directing the band (the theater kids can sometimes get on his nerves. The band kids are basically his children though). She and John are almost always the last ones hanging around the auditorium by the end of the night after the performances are over. The two of them, alone in a dimly lit auditorium…anything can happen🤭

Since Holly knows pretty much everyone’s business, Bucky also knows pretty much everyone’s business. Constantly leaning into each other and whispering and snickering in the teacher’s lounge (they’re so annoying about it, god bless)

As the baseball coach and Phys. Ed. teacher, Bucky expects a lot from the guys on the baseball team. Everyone else can walk the mile if they want, he doesn’t care. Most likely to curse around students, like an exasperated “oh shit” every once in a while that endears him to them. Big proponent of the class pizza party

Buck teaches Physics and students of all genders are pulling some Indiana Jones “love you” on the eyelids type of shit even though he mentions Marge regularly because he loves her! She also sends him in with different baked goods for the AP students every week or so (there’s always one or two missing by the time he gets to class because Bucky stole some in the teacher’s lounge)

Much to say about guidance counselor Rosie. Absolutely loves chaperoning the school dances and always ends up showing off his moves that become increasingly outdated with each passing year, but damn if those kids aren’t cheering him on like it’s American Bandstand. He’s mentioned in pretty much every valedictorian speech. Former students still send him cards around the holidays. He’s been invited to a few weddings. Definitely gets the most gifts at the end of the school year

Back to Woody and Brady! They carpool to work. At first it’s just an excuse to spend more time together but then she’s staying over at his place all the time so…

Some of their students start to hatch a plan to get them together but then they see them walking into the building holding hands one day and they’re like “Nevermind.” Kinda annoyed they stole their thunder

There’s definitely a “So do we call you Mrs. Brady now?” discussion in Woody’s shop class after she marries John and her last name is no longer Woodward. She’s like “Uh, just say Mrs. Woody instead of Miss Woody.” (She’s never been Miss Woodward to her students, it’s too formal to her)

#ask tag #ch: woody #insp: the glorious results of a misspent youth

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turnipstewdios · 10 months

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Trans healthcare is Bullsh*t

Long vent post, cause I'm mad and need to release the feelings back into their natural habitat. Had less than two weeks to go before the hysterectomy I've been trying to get for almost five years, and insurance has denied my appeal. Again. Very clearly for the last time. The rejection letter deemed the surgery "Not medically necessary" and with the context of past interactions I don't think I could have heard the "Fuck off looser" more clearly if someone had told me in person. My first appointment for this surgery was in June, and I had already been waiting for years at that point. I thought had been very careful to get everything set up, and get all my letters of referral and paperwork strait before hand. Except my insurance specifically apparently had a whole extra qualification for this surgery, that does not apply to anyone else in my state, and that no one told me about because the provider I've been going through for my care has never had anyone bring up that requirement before. That being that I needed to have been seeing a therapist specifically for my gender dysphoria for at least 12 months before hand. So. Had to cancel my appointment for that. The new surgery date I got moved things for enough out that my two letters of referral for reproductive surgery, which have to be less than a year old, expired. For the third time. But that gave me a chance to try and fudge the therapist thing. I went back to the same therapists who gave me the letters last year, exactly one year after my last appointment, and they signed off that I'd been seeing them for 12 months. So we turned that in and filed an appeal. That's where it started getting really, really obvious that my insurance was bullshitting us. I currently make just barely too much money to qualify for my state's government insurance plan. (which sucks because Oregon state insurance actually covers transgender care.) But I don't have enough money to pay for my own insurance. I've been on a family plan from my parents. In fact I specifically moved back in with my parents so I would be covered by it. But I age out on my next birthday, which is January 10th. So it's become increasingly obvious over the last few months that insurance was just stalling for time until they didn't have to deal with me anymore. After I turned in the appeal with evidence that I'd been seeing a mental health provider for 12 months, along with my new letters of referral, I didn't hear back from them. Got to within a week of surgery. Contacted surgery scheduling, and they said I hadn't been approved. Contacted my rep. Apparently, they had never received any appeal letters. That was bull crap, btw, because when we re-scheduled things again, and me, my provider, and my rep all made absolutely sure to send things through the proper channels, the exact same thing happened a second time. And at that point it was late October, and the next appointment was Dec 4th. So we re-appealed. Again. My rep sent stuff up the chain directly, and made sure it got to the people who needed to see it. I was assured that I would have an answer within the week. Three weeks ago. Yesterday, I called my rep to check on things, and she read out my final rejection letter. So. Even if I had time to reschedule again before I age out in a month and a half, it's clearly just not happening on this plan. I'd already started looking for other insurance, but even if I find one I can afford that covers trans care, it will take long enough I'll have to renew all my letters again. The thing that really makes me mad about this is the wording of the rejection. "Not medically necessary." Because I've already had top surgery.

My insurance paid for the large, expensive, invasive, purely cosmetic breast surgery with high risk of complications without throwing a single wrench in things. But a minimally invasive reproductive surgery? When I have a history of painful cramping, irregular periods every 10 to 20 days, and bleeding so heavy and so often I suffer from mild blood loss if my weight dips below 175? When I am literally choosing not to loose weight so I don't constantly pass out, and have been doing so since my mid teens? When I have a family history of cervical or uterine cancer? Oh noooo. We cant have that. It's not medically necessary.

#bastards #coincidentally I found out that the office that deals with my approvals is in a different state for some fucking reason #what state? oh yes. It's Utah. where this type of care is illegal.#golly Ghee I wonder why they're so concerned about my reproductive health.#trans #trans healthcare #transgender #trans rights #trans nb #nb #trans non binary #nonbinary #surgery #healthcare #vent post #tw vent #vent

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tmwwriting · 5 months

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Title: Make a heaven of hell Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI) Chapter: 1/3 Word Count: 8.8K Tags/Warnings: Lucas Grey x female reader. No use of Y/N. Smut. Porn with plot (lots of plot). Bleak. Angst. Hurt No Comfort. Grimdark. Seedy strip club. Vixen Club from Hitman: Absolution x1000. General gross vibes. Hostile work environment. Illegal activities. Set during Lucas's mercenary years. Reader is a dancer. Both damaged and unhinged in their own ways (how can this go wrong?) Unhealthy relationships. Friends with benefits. Threats of violence. Threats of gender-based violence. Background/implied/referenced violence. Implied/Referenced Prostitution. Minor Original Character(s). Death of Minor Original Character(s). Undernegotiated Everything. Voyeurism. Exhibitionism. Dry humping. Fingering. Oral sex. PIV sex. CNC. Stranger sex. Unprotected sex. Semi-public sex. Rough sex. Hard kinks. Consensual but NOT safe or sane. Dark fic. Ambiguous/Open Ending. Dead dove: do not eat. A/N: Gonna have to keep writing fics set in Grey's merc years just so I can keep making hostile work environment jokes. And shout out to John Milton's 400 year old poem for the fic & chapter titles.

AO3: (X)

It's a familiar rhythm. Terms. Conditions. No hard feelings.

(Pretty songbirds belong in pretty cages, and running out the clock only works if you're the winning side.)

chapter i. in the lowest deep a lower deep

The other girls notice him first. There's a possessive tenor to their stories, the way the words curl in their mouths in a haughty bestowing, interrupted only as they part for you; you rush to the counter, wincing and clutching your bag, slotting between them and a chorus of "welcome back" before they continue, the giggling and chattering so fever-pitched you fear for the structural integrity of their vocal cords.

On a normal night you'd drop everything to get in on the gossip, kick up your feet and settle in, warm yourself by the campfire of other peoples' trivialities. But there's no time, the last bits of sand trickling down the top of the hourglass, the grit of it sinking between your teeth, even though you've broken every traffic law in the book in your efforts to get here faster. (And no doubt irreparably ruining your relationship with the scrap heap you call a car.) You've both made it though, so all's well that ends well, no matter how much the engine wails at you in protest. Stupid thing.

"And the one always in the corner, don't forget him!"

"The blonde?"

"No, no, the dark one across from him, the good-looking one. I think he—"

You'd sigh—the impatient exhale of coming in mid-story—if it wouldn't fuck up your painstaking, halting attempts at a cat eye. No matter how you angle yourself or your hand (sharp inhales when you lift your arm and move something painful behind your ribs), every flick of the gel pen leaves you more and more uneven in an odd seesaw of black ink. Cocking your head in the mirror and staring in stunned disbelief only brings the mess into further focus: definitely more Marcel Marceau than Sophia Loren, and it only gets worse. This liner clearly hates you and wants you dead—perhaps from all the times you've dropped it on grimy bathroom floors—and it's five seconds away from being javelined across the room before Maria finally takes pity on your increasingly frustrated strokes. She deftly slips the offending pen from your hand as she sits you down and goes to work fixing your face.

"Have you seen him yet?" She asks you, practically humming, so close the brightness of her aches to look at. "He's usually with a few others, at least these past couple of nights. They all look military to me, but Susy says no, too wild."

"That, and they sound British," Susy says, shrugging her shoulders and swinging her manicured feet from her perch on the countertop. Cigarette ashes gather below. You can see the No Smoking sign in the reflection of a mirror—an old joke and sour, pungent punch line. "D'you think we're being invaded by the British Army?"

This causes a cascade from the others:

"You've clearly never worked a club near a barracks—"

"Practically French, the way you'd surrender—"

"Horizontal collaboration, was it?"

"Taking your Chanel obsession a little far—"

The argument escalates without any input from you, with much maligning of various nationalities, Maria insisting that some of the men are actually American, and Susy rebutting that her handsome one, at least, is British.

"If they tip well, I don't care if they're the FBI or MI5," is all the answer you give when they turn to you as the tie breaker, kicking off another round of giggling about how good the men would look in suits, and whether they'd keep their weapons on them during sex. You do sigh, then, but not all the chirping that follows is useless, and you tuck away the tidbits of information that filter through: who stacks dances, who asks for extras, who tips well or not at all, and then more speculation about the glowering dreamboat who spoke only just enough for the girls to ascertain his accent. There's a pang of conscience from somewhere deep inside, stashed out of sight in the dark recesses of some boarded-up ruin—hunting your friends' regulars is a little low, but. . . Maybe these new guys do have money, and maybe one of them will be careless enough that you'll be able to buy yourself something nice this weekend.

It depends on the group, whether this becomes a windfall for the club or a complete shit show. Complete shit show is the safer bet—odds so short no bookie would take you up on it. These guys don't sound military, but you need to see for yourself. Experience is the best teacher: you get all kinds here, the allure of such a lively, colorful watering hole bringing everyone in from their arid planes of existence, and by now you have a pretty solid idea of what to expect from a guy just by the look of him.

Most are boring. Faceless. Excruciatingly normal. Just looking for an escape from the suburban nightmare of their daily lives, bitching and moaning as though someone's holding a gun to their head, making them work that shitty job or cave to a girlfriend's demands for marriage and babies and a white picket fence. They treat dancers like therapists, even in the champagne rooms (a real therapist would be a lot cheaper—they wouldn't have to tip those). If the guys are regulars, you know their kids' birthdays and the drama with their coworkers. Good, boring, decent take home. Things get spicier when the Delgados and Morenos start arguing over turf, as though there's not multiple routes to traffic narcotics from one side of the globe to the other; oh no, they need this little corner of the world, the bastards. Every decrepit, pot-holed street in the city will overflow with their violence, always catching more than one dancer in the floodwaters that spill over into the club. Doesn't help that management will dam the doors open for them. You try and stay far away if any happen to saunter in—bad news all around.

Mercenaries, though. . . hit or miss. Some will tip well for a dance or two, and some are like the men from the cartels. They'll take what they want, and your menace of a boss won't care as long as they empty their wallets in the process. You try not to think of the girls who have gone missing over the years.

There's a reason this place doesn't offer health insurance.

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#hitman #hitman fanfiction #lucas grey #lucas grey x reader #dark fic #x reader #x female reader #fic: heaven

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well since you offered and that thread was getting long anyhow, i'll just say here that you absolutely should go for showing more affection for friends! im very affectionate with my own friends, and while it can come across different with me being a woman, it's my personal belief that society as a whole would benefit from everyone showing more open affection. so you do you connor, because you're wonderful!

I'll be completely honest with you, I would do it if I really had the will. I know you've read the poem, so I mean it when I say there aren't a lot of opportunities to show the way I care because of my work place, my reputation. I'm calm, I'm quiet, I'm the first ever and currently only android detective, member of the law enforcement team, the head of security at New Jericho. Vulnerability and love would go in juxtaposition to my daily entirety. A part of me feels that would be okay if my gestures couldn't come off as romantic.

In 2039, LGBTQ+ has been increasingly accepted, so of course, the romancitisation of two people of any gender will apply to them almost similarly to how humans do it with a man and a woman being friends. Which is relieving, except for when it's just amatonormativity. Any interaction between a male-appearing person and a female-appearing person, romantic, like my own experience that I shared. The same can go for anyone with anyone. And as a species, all of us are definitely queer - with no gender being assigned to us pre-deviancy, we were basically unlabeled. We later chose for ourselves. I don't know how many considered giving themselves a label. You may see androids calling each other "he" and "she" naturally even if they're strangers, but I theorize that's because we were all 'things' with pre-programmed masculinities and femininities. Traits, body movement, language, voice, appearance. Humans are acknowledging the large-range queerness in androids and as a part of them accepting us for living beings, their romantism applies to us, even if some of us may not want to do anything with the idea of love and happiness from a species that's evolved culturally. We? We just started.

But we've already consumed their representation, and we're built synchronous to their ideal romance. Many of us are different in our own personal relationships, but..

Amatonormativity is not absent in androids. And as an android man, I face it in my human male friends. It is the beginning of friendship for me, and amatonormativity makes me too much of a coward to try and wipe away any last deep-roots of toxic masculinity from them. Perhaps it could be easier to talk about boundaries and affection with male human friends one-on-one if they're young like me, but that's what's painful. Because my best friend is exactly 53 years older than me. Who knows what he's behind on accepting? He's my Lieutenant. I have a professional work relationship with him.. but I'm also his surprising roommate, and as his coworkers tell me, "a reason to keep fighting". He's not mentally stable and I don't think he has the strength to try and comprehend that I kind of need his help for silly, tiny things like affection. I apologize for pouring my worries all over you like this. All you attempted to do was encourage me.

Between you and me - in case there are no human men listening - I wish I was allowed to easily grasp the confidence and will for being vulnerable with other men as a man like you do as a woman. You are emotionally intelligent, no doubt. The care you have in your own community is no less inspiring. Your innocence in aiming for solely friendship - when that was all that mattered for boys and girls in your childhood exists in me. I have a feeling it exists amongst the rest of us androids, too. We're just deviants, after all. New. Naive. Just, unfortunately, what you have right now not is the same for me. Perhaps not yet. You make me wonder, too, Hannah.

#detroit become human #detroit rk800 #amatonormativity #light red carnation #mr-carnation #connor detroit become human #dbh connor #rk800 #connor rk800

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I posted 5,998 times in 2022

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#but you don't have to make any of these to belong here! all you need is to share the love we have for these characters and their stories!

My Top Posts in 2022:

my @cruelsummer-ficfest entry!

never in a million years could i imagine writing not only not-angst but straight-up meet-cute (meet-awkward) muggle university/coffeeshop au romantic fluff wolfstar but whew THE DEED! IS DONE!!!

1.8k, T (and also a fill for my @wolfstarbingo2022 prompt lily evans)

Wednesday — hump day — was Remus’ least favourite day of the week. At least today was a good pain day, though. He’d even woken up before his alarm — but the streak of wins had ended there — he’d forgotten he’d used the last of his coffee pods the other day. A good thing, then, that he had time to stand in line at the Hogwarts Expresso — albeit leaning increasingly more on his cane, book bag on his shoulder getting heavier by the minute.

thank you SO MUCH to @kenzlepuff, this fic would not have existed without your advice and reassurance and support and everything ❤️❤️❤️ also much love and gratitude to fest struggle buddy @billsfangearring, @allalrightagain @sleepstxtic and the @hpffwritersguild’s write-a-thon, and of course the fest mods for running this! @femme--de--lettres and @greyeyedmonster-18, you’re such blessings to this fandom.

also, have a bonus established wolfstar at jily’s wedding set to starlight —

Look at you, worrying so much about things you can't change, he chirps, coming up from behind to rest an arm on your shoulder, rather than take his seat beside you.

(1.6k, T, here on AO3)

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my hp trans fest 2022 faves

canon-adherent--canon-plausible--fics are my thing in general -- ones in which writers take key canon events and details and use them as a jumping-off point around which to weave their own narratives. there's something about that that feels very satisfying, reclaiming almost, especially from the angle of trans fest. anyway -

Lay down your armour (be with me forever) by @bluesundaycake (E, 21k, severus snape/remus lupin) [rb the author's tumblr post!]. A story told over a decade of encounters, where a body feels like a graveyard and another like a battlefield, and names are whispered tenderly until they feel real.

a canon-compliant snupin from the hogwarts-era period through to first war. fantastic severus characterization, what a gorgeously bittersweet romance. an absolute masterclass in first-person POV, made me feel so many feelings.

Family Legacy by @thistlecatfics (T, 1.6k, tedromeda, remadora, teddy/victoire) [rb the author's tumblr post!]. Three generations of trans/nonbinary/gender questioning Tonks-Lupins.

canon-compliant, amazing HCs. whatever the opposite of generational trauma is -- generational healing? we do what we do in hopes of building a better world for the people that come after -- and this is sort-of a story of that.

Two-Way Mirror by luna_rapunzel (G, 4k, black family gen relationships). Narcissa and Sirius come out as trans together. Sirius's transition goes smoothly. Narcissa's doesn't. the story behind why they made the choices they did (Narcissa staying in the family but breaking their naming traditions, Sirius running away but picking a name that fit.)

beautiful side-by-side of two parallel trans journeys; intersectionality at its finest. superbly IC black family & black cousins relationship dynamics, even in this AU.

a few more recs and art under the cut! also, i didn't manage to read every fic from this fest, so i'd welcome recs too <3

Growing Pains by bigsadwolf/@remixloonylupin (T, 6k, wolfstar). a pregnant trans male & schizophrenic remus fic written by a trans & schizophrenic author. such a wonderfully sensitive look into his journey, lots of other amazing ND rep here too

wear your heart on your skin in this life by slanted-HP-knitting (SlantedKnitting) (T, 4k, wolfstar). remus is a tattoo artist who runs a studio with tonks, and one day sirius comes in looking to get a tattoo for his brother.

and finally, a bunch of G/T-rated art: - Absolution & Stars Out by Acid: snily, snape and his doe patronus - many wreaths of roses by @babooshkart: parvender's gorgeous wedding - transmasc tonks by rewriter: 😍😍😍

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grey characters appreciation rec list!! (snape, bellatrix, and walburga)

not sure if it’s just me, but i feel like there’s been a lot of grey/dark characters written by people i’d not normally expect to write them recently — which i LOVE and am absolutely living for — so have a rec list! both new fics and old favorites.

note: none of this is character bashing imo, but it’s also not character apologia and may not exactly portray said characters in the best light, so, yk, tread with caution this is especially @ all of the, like, three snapedom people who follow me <;3

snape, bellatrix, and walburga fic recs below. cw for fic snippets containing mentions of violence, and also mentioned blackcest ships.

SNAPE

I. canon compliant, in letter and in spirit

two marauders era with initially close but deteriorating snily friendship, and snape-POV jily get-together:

Arborvitae by Patriceavril (5.6k, T) - snape and lily and their shared language of flowers. superbly written.

She Didn't by @ashotofogdensoldfirewhiskey (10k, M). Snape remembers all of the moments through the years where he suspected Lily might have fancied James back. this was somehow one of the first things i read in HP fandom and i’m amazed how well i still like it every time i go back to it.

a chillingly compelling snape POV of Halloween '81: ch1 of Pieces by @tracingpatternswrites

a post war grieving snape: Pray You, Love, Remember by @nanneramma (1k, M). shakespeare references!!

The Least Enjoyable Task by OgdensOldFirewhiskey (3.2k, T) - a snape POV of the OOTP occlumency lessons. so true to character, genuinely made me feel for snape, and the last line is especially gutting.

Consequence for Cause by cambangst (1,6k, G) - an HBP missing moment, dumbledore & snape. two immensely complicated characters and i love the characterization takes in this!

The Portrait Hole by OgdensOldFirewhiskey (3.8k, G) Snape's version of "King's Cross" — a conversation with Lily, featuring angst, growth, and forgiveness. iconic fic. iconic fic. afterlife resolution, perfectly done, nail on head, wonderfully cathartic.

II. less tightly canon compliant (still reasonably canon setting!) -

may day, mayday! (or, the hazards of love) by @skiamachy (20k, E) - lily character study, lily is dark and fucked up (deliciously so) and so is snape. factually/technically canon compliant, endgame jily.

Where You Belong by @bluestringpudding (6k, T) canon setting, snape centric, horror.

BELLATRIX

this entire reclist was inspired by a bunch of recent bellatrix-centric fic:

And All I Loved by @nanneramma (5.5k, M)

Bellatrix knows how she looks, here in the forest. She has always preferred black, and here she melts into the darkness between the trees like a ghost, like she is bridging the gap between now and then, like she has always been and always will be. She wears the night like a cloak, wrapped in stars and sky and the scent of rain and she feels like eternity.

Born as a Blackthorn tree by @artemisia-black (1k, E)

She’d make his veins burn, and his arteries sear with agony. Every second of pain, penance for his sins. Every inch of his stinking flesh covered in white-hot needles, a baptism of flagellation that cleansed him of his transgressions.

Night Of The Dancing Flame by @only-that-but-that (5k, M)

His command, intoxicating and primordial, seemed to burn through her, heating her from the tips of her fingers to her core. She held out her arm, wrist turned upwards, head bent in supplication.

& some older delightful bella pieces:

Burning Inside by cambangst (3.6k, T)

Tears of joy welled in the corners of her eyes and she collapsed onto the floor of her cell, feeling the rough stone and grit scrape at her fragile flesh. The pain didn’t matter. The Dementors could come if they wished. Bellatrix was unbowed, unbroken.

ch3 Cankerous of Pluto by @bikelock28

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wolfstar autumn(ish) fic rec list 🐾🍂

*: i tried but not quite

gorgeous bingo created by @moonwalker94 for hpfc!

1 - JUMPER - An Enigma Wrapped in a Jumper by @squidgilator (5k, G) - mwpp-era fluffity fluff, featuring my FAVORITE pining idiot sirius:

He was an inscrutable enigma, Remus was. An enigma wrapped in a mystery wrapped in a puzzle wrapped in a jumper. "Not that much of a mystery," muttered Remus, and Sirius wondered how many of his last few thoughts he'd said aloud. "Just the bit about being an enigma wrapped in a mystery wrapped in a—something— wrapped in a jumper," said Remus, curiously. "Why?" "Er," said Sirius, and vowed to keep his thoughts inside his head from now on. "No reason."

bonus rec: The Sweater Bet by Deya (6k, T). silly (extended) marauders shenanigans: why is your boyfriend wearing a sweater at the beach and how do you get him to take it off??

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2 - STORM - The Weather Inside by earlybloomingparentheses (43k, E)

The bright beam of sunshine that spilled into the compartment on the Hogwarts Express at the start of first year just as Sirius stepped through the sliding door (…) an accident of timing. The freak snowstorm the day after the Incident, when Remus was curled gut-punched on the floor of the Shrieking Shack (…) a trick of air currents and cold fronts. And now, Sirius at the window of his and James’ flat, the storm outside roaring and Sirius turned to face the rain lashing the pane, dressed in black and looking from this angle like a Sturm and Drang painting, all heroic isolation and inner turmoil—why think anything of it?

bonus rec: How to Suffer a Storm by gayagape (11.6k, T), lighthouse au from the 2016 r/s games.

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3 - BIKE RIDE - This Is Not Your Year by montparnasse (17k, E). first war angst and pining, montparnasse - that’s it that’s the rec. so many quotes i wanted to pull.

“Holding onto your favorite bits?” “Remember there’s ice on the roads. Also we’re possibly being hunted.” “I’ll go slow.” “You’re so sweet,” said Remus, “always with all my extremities and orifices in mind.” On the seat he pressed very close to Sirius, hips first, the way he always did. “It’d be nice if someone around here ever thought of mine.”

bonus rec: There Is a Light That Never Goes Out by @wanderingbandurria (2.6k, T). a summer road trip (coughahem getaway car whomst?) leads to the Realization of Feelings.

-🍁-

4 - FIRESIDE CHATTER - Goetia by @biremus and @kember-writes (44k, T). regency au, monster/horror au, Not Your Everyday fireside chat 👀 (also, some incredible art!)

The red coals in the fireplace provided just enough illumination for Sirius to watch as Dorcas lifted the silver bell in her hand, and rang it once. “Lord of Hell, we call you forth.”

bonus rec: Your Little Head by @paulamcg (1k, G) for, appropriately, r/s fireside tales. such a fascinating outsider pov wolfstar. no fireside warmth to be found here 😈🔥

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5 - BAKING - The Great Biscuit Calamity of 1978, and Other Such Disasters by @lunapwrites (8k, T). also hinny. post-second war, our favorite disasters being properly domestic.

"How did you even manage that, anyway? Like, I'm equal parts horrified and impressed, I am." "I was only trying to open the bag--" "With what? An Exploding Charm?"

bonus rec: A First Taste by LuminousGloom (3.8k, T) - a fluffy mwpp-era cooking at hogwarts!

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6 - STAR GAZING - this ficlet for meee by @tahtahfornow, for the tumblr prompt game things you said under the stars and in the grass. your writing your writing 😍😍🥰🥰 (also thank you for putting this on ao3 and not making me have to ritually sacrifice something to tumblr search)

Damp grass scratches against the napes of their necks, presses into the backs of their Oxfords; the star-soaked night sky blankets them like a soft flannel. The moon is waning, a fat yellow grin pasted above them, and Remus thinks maybe, wildly, that for once it is not mocking him, that its smile is true, that tonight—just tonight—it is on his side.

bonus rec: star talking, atop the astronomy tower. The things that lurk in the dark by TheDivineComedian (4.7k, T). one of my absolute favorite mwpp era, incredible marauders characterizations and character-insights in a slice-of-life.

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7 - HOT CHOCOLATE - Tight Spaces by @krethes (3.2k, T) - mwpp-era remus-trauma / remus’ werewolf childhood. lots of hurt but tons of lovely comfort after, and delightful marauders friendship.

Instead, he was jostled in a bone-crushing hug, sloshing hot-but-not-scalding cocoa on the blanket in the suddenness. Sirius buried his head into his shoulder and held him so tightly Remus thought he might snap in half. Remus's cheeks were wet and, embarrassed, he realized he was crying. He hadn't expected such a response from Sirius, who was usually joking or brooding, never something so gentle, so sincere.

bonus recs: naturally - Did You Miss Me? (600k, E) by @krethes and @fantismal, and Power the Dark Lord Knows Not (300k, E) by @fantismal and Jormandugr (nearly perfect chapter timing, too, hahaha)

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My #1 post of 2022

hi!! if its not a bother, i was wondering if you had any recommendations for older(second war or post war) wolfstar. i wanted to get into WS since its very popular and there are many fics but i dislike the idea that they dated at all pre PoA. you have such good taste in fics i thought i should ask!

hiii oh my gosh what a compliment, not a bother at all!!! gonna be brief because i really should not be doing this now want to get this answered timely-ish hahah:

some LLAL (lie low at lupin’s):

Like Tinder for Ghosts by montparnasse (8k, T)

Lie Low At Lupin's by shessocold (5k, unrated/i’d say M)

Come and Find Me—Lying in the Bed I Made by @femme--de--lettres (6k, T)

Hold On to Whatever You Find by fallovermelikestars (10k, E)

i can tell you the telling gets old by misandrywitch (6k, G)

AND other LLAL recs by the @wolfstarlibrarian! i get a ton of my recs from them honestly.

these are multi-era with a good amount of second war older wolfstar and so good i absolutely have to rec -

To Fill A Gap by berhanes (sqvalors) (8k, T)

watching stars collide by hydianway (17k, T)

Adagio by lupinely (6.5k, M)

I look at the world and I notice it's turning by kaydeefalls (10k, T) - wolfstar AND remadora, canon compliant, non linear vignettes, blended gorgeously.

have not read this one in its entirety, but i’m confident reccing @tracingpatternswrites’ OOTP canon compliant sirius POV fic The star and the moon (93k, M)

OOTP but canon divergence - if you’re open to it, @lunapwrites’ Louder Than Love absolutely sold me on remus/sirius/tonks. super obsessed with the worldbuilding and canon rewrites here - just cuz we’re Fixing or at least Addressing problematic canon elements doesn’t mean the characters have it easy! often the opposite!

post war everyone lives AU:

firstly @krethes’ Give Quarter to Old Men series - Fics that feature older Sirius and Remus, anywhere from late 30s to their 70s. - tons of incredible 🔥 smut, and lots of lovely growing-old-together HCs in the first two especially.

ALSO One to Speak, Another to Hear by seventymilestobabylon (60k, T) - one of my absolute top favorite wolfstar fics.

The Wizarding Wars are over, but the work of recovery has only begun. Remus Lupin is trying to find his place in an ever-changing world, and when he is invited to serve on a truth and reconciliation commission, he has to confront the truth that lives there—in the past and within himself.

in fact you know what, have a sneak peek of a totally self indulgent thing i might be working on hahahah

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pinstripesandparliaments · 2 years

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Heya!! If you dont mind could you please write Q-taro x Mai x gender neutral reader please!

HOLY SHIT THIS IS STILL HERE ; i’m literally a year or two late but yk what here

i hope i interpreted this correctly, my initial thought was poly; but i now realize this could be a love triangle type thing ? feel free to correct me if you want it changed ! also this was originally intended to be a scenario type post but it kinda feels like a full on oneshot at this point ...

i thought i’d say sumn cause i’m unsure if it’s clear ; but reader isn’t drinking anything alcoholic :)

I find it likely that the three of you had mutual friends, but it was common knowledge amongst said friends (and yourself!) that Q-Taro and Mai were an item, and had been for a while.

That being said, you often found yourself at house parties, friendly dates and the like, and one night, had gotten lumped together in a group outing to an obnoxiously large airbnb.

Whether it was the intake of sugar, or the clamoring chatter that filled the air, you found yourself with a pounding headache ; your usual nature replaced with a sluggish one.

You swirled your much too fancy glass of grenadine and sprite around, your head rested on the leathery arm of the couch, fingers massaging your pulsing temple. Safe to say, you felt like trash.

The fingers used to rub your forehead stopped abruptly as a rather large hand gently planted itself on the back of your neck.

“You alright?”

You looked up at the source of concern, your face contorted into a fatigued grimace. You were met with a familiar, friendly face ; Q-taro. His calloused hand massaged circles into your neck, to which you groaned, despite feeling slightly soothed.

“Ngh, killer headache.” You mustered.

“Ha! Too much to drink?” He barked, patting the space between your shoulder blades. You snickered, weakly shaking your head.

“M’just joshin, lemme getcha sumn for that.”

Q-taro made a waving motion with his hand towards someone across the room, a whistle pushing past his lips to call them over.

“Hey babydoll, get this one a ginger shot.”

A familiar feminine figure emerged from the crowd of blurry faces and limbs, bending at the waist to meet your eyes after approaching.

“Ah, migraine?” Mai reached a cool hand to your temple, trailing it to your jaw; wiping the hair from your face in the process. A pout spread over her lips, “poor thing…” The comment mixed with a feverish haze and the fact that two friends you found mildly attractive were coddling you made a slight pink tint wash over your face.

“You’re a little warm too… hopefully, this’ll scare the fever outta you!” The brunette said with a smile, taking away her hand, to your dismay ; you watched as she made her way to the kitchen.

Q-taro nudged your side, gesturing you to sit up and taking your drink from you.

“Yer jus a little thing, y’know. Gotta take care of yerself.”

You scoffed lightheartedly, a mutter of “to you, maybe.” quietly registered in only his ears. The man continued to rub soothing circles into your back as the obnoxious chatter pounded into your head.

A bit later, you found Mai seated next to you, gently pushing a shot glass into your hands. Your brows knitted at her questioningly.

The brunette happily ushered you to drink it, “It’s ginger, lemon juice, coconut water, and cayenne! It’ll clear up your head, I’m sure of it.” she chirped. You trustingly downed the liquid and grimaced at the taste, and the two laughed as you handed the glass back.

The pain lifted gradually, but the hospitality presented to you from your friends didn’t falter. Somehow, you found yourself resting your head in Mai’s lap, hair being played with as the haze replaced itself with a new one ; sleep.

After that occurrence , you had a hard time viewing your two friends the same ; and you feared that was becoming increasingly obvious.

Normal greeting hugs left you red in the face, displays of affection between them would make your heart race, and the last thing you wanted was to seem like was a homewrecker.

Which is why them inviting you to a drive in movie was so nerve wracking.

Just laying out your clothes for the night had your stomach doing flips; too many outcomes played in your head. Would it get awkward? Being a third wheel was not ideal; good god, what if they started fighting?

You shook the thought, Mai and Q-taro were the most stable couple you’d seen in a long time; not to mention they were the best friends you'd had for a good while. This was a friendly outing, the only difference was the people surrounding you weren’t your friends; which shouldn’t be a problem, you practically always stuck around the couple during parties and whatnot.

The next day you spent a good few hours getting yourself ready; washing your face, doing your hair, getting dressed and whatnot.

You felt like a doll. Prettier than usual and a smile plastered on your face. Were you ready? Emotionally, not in the slightest; but you could pretend to be.

The get together started off swimmingly; the couples laid back and happy energy eased you into the situation. It was alarming how comfortable you felt with the two, as you found yourself resting between them as the movie played.

It was at that moment that you started to take notice of how nice it felt to rest against them, how comforting their builds were against your shoulders; your cheeks unwillingly started to heat up. While it was dark, the light from the projector lit up your face and made it more noticeable than you would have liked.

A dainty hand started to rub at your forearm.

In your peripheral vision, you see Mai looking at you with the softest doe eyes she can muster. At the same time, a calloused hand slips into yours.

“If I may ask…” Mai started, “How long did you plan on keeping this act up? You didn’t think we’d be oblivious forever, right?”

You sat with your mouth agape, unsure of how to react. The redness in your face only grew deeper and all you could do was try and cover it with your hand.

“Mai was the first to bring it up, y’know, if you wanted to be our plus one y’could’ve asked!” Q-taro laughed and rubbed your back.

You took a moment to regain your composure before speaking.

“I just… didn’t want to seem like I was trying to get in your way- you guys are such a happy couple! I didn’t want to ruin anything…” You admitted sheepishly.

“Oh, sweet thing… We’re your friends! We know you’re better than that!” Mai exclaimed, leaning her weight onto your shoulder.

“A’course, if you wanna be more than friends from now on we can arrange it.” Q-taro smiled warmly, gently tightening his hand around yours.

“I’d really like that…” You said, flushing even harder.

“Sounds like a plan.” The man replied gently.

The two smiled softly at your flustered meekness, and leaned in to kiss your temples.

Bonus headcanons !

Mai uses baking themed pet names like pumpkin, sugar, sweetheart, and sweetness for you and Q-taro uses old school pet names like dear, honey, and babydoll.

Their favorite form of physical affection is coming up to both sides of you and kissing opposite sides of your face!

Q-taro can carry both you and Mai on both his shoulders! He does it often :)

Both you and Q-taro are subjected to taste testing Mai’s new treats! It’s nice, but a little overwhelming sometimes.

- ve / angie :)

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Made my own OC Character charts! I was up SUUUUPER late last night cause my brain just told me to figure out one of my ocs whole backstory. Turned out good tho, I will give my incredibly sleep deprived brain that

Here's the story of,

Xavier Alexander

TW for Mentions of Abuse, Scars, Eating Disorders, Extreme Violence

Born on Wednesday, March 7, 1973

Zodiac Sign: Pisces ♓️

Sexuality: Bisexual

Gender: Cisgender Male

Pronouns: he/him

Nicknames: Curse-Breaker (Used by Andre, Skye and Rakepick), Pip (Used by Jacob), Hero (used by Penny), My Prince (Talbott)

Likes: Reading, Tea, Learning, Crystals, his friends, his boyfriend, Adventure, Playing and/or listening to Music, Storms, Quidditch, Alone Time

Dislikes: Mess, his Scars, Arguing, Gossip, Flashing lights, Queerbaiting, Overhearing something you can’t unhear

Phobias: Achluophobia: Fear of darkness, Aichmophobia: Fear of needles or pointed objects, Angrophobia: Fear of anger, Ataxophobia: Fear of disorder or untidiness, Ecophobia: Fear of the home, Encavmaphobia: Fear of getting burned, Nyctophobia: Fear of the dark, Fear of adults (can't find a specific name for this one)

Home Life

Xavier's home life is very poor. For all his life his mother, Hanna, has been crazy and abusive. Before his disappearance in 1979, Xavier's father Harris took the brunt of his wife's abuse for the sake of his children. After he vanished Hanna began taking her anger out on her two children. When Jacob was at school Xavier unfortunately was left by himself to deal with his mothers rage. After Jacob's disappearance in 1981 his mother became more cruel and violent. Hanna suffers from mild cognitive impairment or MCI and psychopathy. Due to her psychotic nature and her MCI she tends to either overfeed or starve her son, either on accident or on purpose. Xavier has an extremely unhealthy relationship with food due to his mothers abuse. Early after he was left alone with her the abuse tended to be more verbal than physical. In later years she became increasingly violent with Xavier leaving him with many scars. Most are small and have faded but 2 stand out. One on his right hand, a straight long scar on the top and palm of his hand, caused by a knife being jammed through. The injury left permanent damage to his ligaments and tendons, leaving him with limited mobility. He always wears a fingerless glove on that hand. The other is a large burn on his right shoulder blade caused by an electric steam clothing iron. These incidents left him with phobias of sharp and hot objects. One day his life completely changed. After his forth year, during his summer vacation his mother became extremely enraged and brutally beats Xavier. He is left with multiple broken bones, including 3 ribs and his left ankle, a broken nose, black eye, and lacerations and brusing all over his body. Despite the immense pain he was in he managed to hobble away from home. He walked, or more hobbled, 2 miles to a bridge nearby that got little traffic. His plan was to end his life. He was tired of the abuse. Tired of being scared. Tired of living a life where he only felt safe at school. Next to the ledge the boy broke down and sobbed on the ground. The pause gave him just enough time though. Luckily for Xavier, three of his friends were hanging out that day. Those friends were Penny Haywood, Tulip Karasu and Liz Tuttle. They spotted him on the bridge and quickly rushed over. Penny knelt down in front of him and managed to calm him down enough to get him to look at her. At that moment she noticed his black eye and quickly pressed him for details. It took some time and convincing but he eventually told them what had happened, he never did tell them why he came to the bridge. They got a hold of Penny's mom who had dropped off the girls earlier to come get them as fast as possible to get Xavier to the hospital. There they called the Ministry of Magic and they sent people from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement (DMLE). After they spoke with him they opened an investigation on his mother. She quickly fled and the DMLE has yet to find her. Xavier, with no living relatives he's aware of, stays with Penny and her family as they come up with a permanent household to place him in. He has currently started his Fifth year at Hogwarts. The only people who know of what happened are the friends who found him and Albus Dumbledore. He lives in constant fear of his mother showing up at school. Dumbledore has people all over Hogwarts looking out for Hanna in case she ever shows up. He is doing his best to focus on finding his brother and learning about the Cursed Vaults. He keeps his mind occupied with school and his friends which helps. He struggles with night terrors while he's alone so he tends to stay with his boyfriend, Talbott. CPS checks in with him regularly.

School Life

Xavier's school life is much better than his home. He adore attending Hogwarts and throws himself into his studies. Other than learning spells and what not, he spends his days searching for his brother Jacob. He heard whispers from other students that Jacob has been seen. The secret to finding him is to break curses that took over the school due to his brother meddling with the Cursed Vaults. Every year he has been tasked with finding these Vaults and breaking the curse. As strenuous as the task is, he is happy to do it. Not only for his own sense of adventure, but to make sure Jacob is alright. He also spends his time mingling with his many friends. His closest friends being Rowan, Penny and Talbott. He's often seen in the Great Hall surrounded by his friends, eating sandwiches and sharing stories or testing each others knowledge. You may also find him in the courtyard either playing a heated game of Gobstones or sharing a quiet romantic picnic with Talbott. He's also known to frequent the Three Broomsticks, throwing back a few rounds of Butterbeer! As for his studies, loves spending his free time learning. He tends to always be in the Potions Room, mixing Potions he's learned or experimenting with what Snape allows. Speaking of Snape! Xavier is a huge fan of the grouch, despite his bad reputation. Well at first he wasn't. He was terrified of the man at first, so were most students. But after showing such an interest in mixing Potions and than excelling in the subject, Snape grew quite fond of him, slowly. Very slowly. He started treating Xavier a bit better than his other students. Praising him more often than not. Xavier often stays long after class and the two spend time mixing and experimenting with potions together. Snape has become somewhat of a mentor to Xavier. And, though he'd never admit it, a father figure. Along side his studies, Xavier is also a talented Quidditch player. He's new to the team but has already shown incredible skill on the field. He currently is playing as a chaser but is willing to learn every position.

Attended Hogwarts on Saturday September 1, 1984

Set to Graduate on Wednesday, June 12, 1991

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Head of House: Filius Flitwick

Favorite Subject: Potions

Favorite Teacher: Serverus Snape

Least Favorite Subject: Transfiguration

Least Favorite Teacher: Cuthbert Binns

Family

Mother: Hanna Alexander

Born Sunday, November 16, 1941

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio ♏️

Relationship: Abusive

Hanna's School Life

Attended Hogwarts on Monday, September 1, 1952

Graduated Hogwarts on Friday, June 12, 1959

Father: Peregrine Alexander

Born on , Wednesday December 6, 1939

Dissappeared on Monday, April 2, 1979

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius ♐️

Relationship: Positive but strained

Peregrine's School Life

Attended Hogwarts on Friday, September 1, 1950

Graduated Hogwarts on Wednesday, June 12, 1957

Brother: Jacob Alexander

Born on Thursday, April, 11 1963

Zodiac Sign: Aries ♈️

Relationship: Positive

Jacob's School Life

Attended Hogwarts on Sunday, September 1, 1974

Expelled and Dissappeared on Friday, March 6, 1981

Boyfriend: Talbott Winger

Born on Friday, September 1, 1972

Zodiac Sign: Virgo ♍️

Relationship: Very Positive

Talbott's School Life

Attended Hogwarts on Saturday September 1, 1984

Set to Graduate on Wednesday, June 12, 1991

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Head of House: Filius Flitwick

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— Basics

Name: Noor Hassan Khalaf Age / D.O.B.: 34, May 16, 1989 Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: Cis woman, she/her, bisexual Hometown: Queens, NYC Affiliation: Civilian Job position: Emergency physician @ NewYork-Presbyterian Weill Cornell Medical Center

Education: Doctor of Medicine from NYU Grossman School of Medicine Relationship status: Single Children: None Positive traits: Compassionate, dedicated, open-minded, reliable, resourceful. Negative traits: Domineering, obstinate, self-critical, tense, withdrawn.

— Biography

trigger warnings: accident mention, hospital mention, pregnancy mention, miscarriage mention.

The experience of falling from a tree and breaking an arm could have been traumatic to a child who had barely gotten a paper cut prior to the accident, but both the ambulance and the emergency room proved to be nothing short of fascinating for five-year-old Noor Khalaf. With her arm in a cast and a sticker she had received for her bravery, Noor informed her family she would become a doctor when she grew up. Her collection of dolls and stuffed animals became her patients until she decided she needed to practise on actual people, meaning her younger siblings and parents were often covered in bandages and forced to sit still as she took their temperature. Once her poor family could no longer stand to be prodded and poked at, Noor would hide behind the sofa to catch a glimpse of her mom's medical dramas.

The firstborn of the five Khalaf children, Noor took on the role of a responsible if bossy older sister with ease. She was studious and disciplined, anxious and burned out before high school. Her parents were “do it well or not at all” people, and while they never meant for their expectations to weigh so heavily on their children, Noor couldn’t help being affected. She had to do everything well – no, as close to perfect as possible - and make sure no one had any reason to question her character or capabilities. She has since come to realise her parents would've loved her all the same even if she hadn't tried so hard to be the model oldest sister, but the relationship she has with her family is still somewhat complicated despite the deep love and respect they all have for each other.

Noor's dedication to her studies was rewarded when she was accepted to NYU at first for her biology undergrad, and subsequently for medical school. While she had at times dreamt of leaving the city and moving far, far away in the hopes of starting from a clean slate, she had come to realise running from her problems would only make her more anxious and far less capable of completing the gruelling years in front of her. At 26, Noor packed her bags for the first time and moved to Baltimore for her residency, both fearful and excited for the future.

She's not entirely sure how she actually managed to have a social life let alone go on a first date during her residency, but she found herself doing just that six months into her time in Baltimore. He was a breath of fresh air, something she was doing just for herself and not for her parents' approval or for some strange sense of accomplishment. They were engaged within a year, and planned to start wedding planning after Noor was done with her residency. However, things started to slowly fall apart after a positive pregnancy test. It was during the last year of residency, and it took her weeks to realise something was off. As shocking as it was, the couple were delighted.

Miscarriage. Realistically she knew they were common and it didn't have to mean anything. However, this knowledge didn't help to ease the pain and guilt she was dealing with, suddenly convinced she had caused it to happen. She started to pull away from her fiancé, dedicating herself to her work and becoming increasingly unresponsive at home. When her residency was done Noor announced she would return to New York City. He did not move with her.

She has now been back for around three years or so, working as an emergency physician at the NewYork-Presbyterian Weill Cornell Medical Center. She likes her job and enjoys the challenges, but the all-consuming passion she once had for it has dimmed. She has dedicated her life to being the very best, most competent version of herself, but now believes that might have been a mistake.

tl;dr: noor is a textbook sufferer of an eldest daughter syndrome & slightly disillusioned emergency room doctor. she has spent almost her entire life in nyc and is not having a very good time as of late.

Headcanons

Her father's from Saudi Arabia, her mother a native New Yorker of mixed European ancestry. The Khalaf children grew up speaking both English and Arabic and were brought up Muslim. All of the children also share their father's name as their middle name as is customary in the Arab world.

Does not drink, she never has, but can be seen chainsmoking cigarettes when particularly stressed or irritated. Happens more often than you would think.

She's regularly sleep-deprived and drinks far too much coffee. A good dark roast & really gross and burnt gas station coffee are her ultimate favourites.

She had a pretty major growth spurt at 12 and was 5'9'' on the first day of seventh grade. She was definitely a pretty awkward, gangly teenager and spent a good few years moving like a newborn deer.

While far from openly emotional or expressive, Noor is genuinely very caring and will go out of her way to help, especially those near and dear to her. She does her very best to appear more approachable and personable at work.

Click here for her Pinterest!

— Wanted connections

Frequent flyers at the ER. Noor is good at not asking too many questions and keeping her mouth shut.

Her ex-fiancé from Baltimore. Will be submitting a connection request for him at some point. I just need that angst in my life, okay.

Childhood friends & acquaintances. She has spent most of her life in NYC, leaving only for four years during her medical residency. Could even be an old friend who has since gotten involved in something unsavoury and now needs her medical help or opinion.

TBA

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The "would you choose gendering a trans person correctly or nuclear war" question is disingenuous transphobic crap.

We would instead be more interested in the question, for fellow gender expansive people who want or have done trans gender affirming procedures, especially ones who started or would have wanted to start back between 2016-2020; "would you prefer if the protections of the Affordable Care Act for trans health be expanded further sooner by executive action in 2016, then rolled back in 2016 by the next President, trans health stuff getting some court support in 2020, and not expanded again to end of Obama era protections by executive action until 2024 but now with shitty religious exemptions for insurance companies opposed to it so wtf Biden like in our timeline...

...or would you prefer the Madam Secretary timeline where it is unknown but likely that such an expansion would have happened after President Conrad Dalton's administration's second term (2016-2020) as an independent cooperative security post-structuralist enviro-energy independence feminist centrist lib-con government that supported LGBTQ+ rights and helped establish support for the presidential candidacy and late president of Elizabeth McCord who helped secure the passage of the Equal Rights Ammendment, completely outlawing sex discrimination and thus, by court and executive precedent, gender discrimination, and in that way securing the right to trans health as a near constitutional right. Instead of having had a fascist in office for four years who terrorized trans people internationally?"

(please note, the show never really has a moment iirc of talking about trans healthcare, rewatching currently in part to confirm this since the wiki is rather incomplete, but LGBTQ+ rights do come up in both terms of Dalton's presidency within the realm of how to respond to international atrocities in other countries, including a NATO ally. It is our opinion that if something hadn't been done about expansion of the ACA before Kat Sandoval joined Secretary McCord's staff, that this likely would have happened at that point if not in 2020)

Now, we don't actually expect people to answer this, since we know it could be painful for people for whom gender affirming care between 2016-2020 and in particular in 2016 was a life or death issue. For us it was, we started HRT in 2019 after having to make a lot of effort and our eldest headmate risking her life to be able to get that for herself, but xey had access in a state where trans healthcare was protected by state law.

Trans people get hurt and die in either scenario, and are more likely to be traumatized by the medical system at different times in either scenario. which is a cause of deep sorrow. We don't think there's a right answer in a 'yay, utilitarian calculus says trans people are happier' way.

What we do think is that, personally, if we had to sacrifice a year of HRT for a world where equality for people across gender would be on track to become a guaranteed without legal interpretation constitutional right much sooner than, I don't know, a decade after the whole fiasco of 2016 through the 2020s IRL where even existing as a trans person and education about the vast history of gender has increasingly met constitutional crises and the rise of firings, unemployment, abuse, arrests, suicides, and killings of gender expansive people and their loved ones as part of a last gasp of the international far right to hold on to power as hierarchic structures collpase, not to mention the assault on reproductive rights and the rights of women and people with uteruses generally, I would give up that year of HRT. If it meant that a genuine moderate Republican had taken office in 2012 and due to being one of the last of his kind in a party well on it's way to fascism as the party line, and that he would be encouraged to uphold the more inclusive value system he believed in by his Secretary of State in defiance of his party and later as an independent, and that fascist party took a blow to it's electoral power sooner as a result, and would be followed by said Secretary running for President as a Democrat in 2020 on a genuine feminist philosophically liberal (so not a neolib and actually giving a shit about human rights and market regulation) platform, we as an anarcho-socialist defensive pacifist system would much prefer that.

This may or may not be a criticism of the Democratic National Commitee's whole approach to the last two Presidencies, and in particular the way it stumbled through the primaries this year. And it may or may not be commentary on the ongoing genocide in Palestine, since there's zero ways a President McCord would have handled that as badly as the current President, and certainly wouldn't be backstabbing trans people repeatedly in order to try and court some hypothetical moderate transphobe voter (in a country where moderate usually mean right winged at this point, for both parties) to win the presidency in 2024 rather than trying to court the votes of people across backgrounds who know that radical change is needed or who are not as politically informed but are fed up with things as they are and could use some hope. Biden is not promising a 21st century New Deal, or the ERA, or anything. There isn't even a coherent stance on how to oppose and dismantle fascism in the USA (not to say that people aren't trying to get that across or want that to be the message that's a different story). Honestly confounded at the whole thing and wondering if we had gone to grad in political theory instead of what we did and plugged into the whole electoral politics thing if we could find out why the centrists of the DNC seem, at least until Biden's first presidential debate this year, so eager to not galvanize a united front for promised actual change and more put off by allying with socialists (which is a normal alliance in many other countries!!!) than joining us in being targets for execution and other atrocities by the fascists they're running against? What gives?

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Myths and Facts on Aesthetic Treatments

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001 : ERIK LEHNSHERR

name. erik magnus lehnsherr ( alias: magneto )

age. sixty-three ( thirty-eight )

pronouns & gender identity. he/him/his & cis man

sexual & romantic orientation. pansexual & panromantic

species. human ( mutant )

occupation. genetic engineer

ivy cove background. ( trigger warning for inadequate foster care services ) raised in the system, erik had an unstable childhood. despite his reputation as a child prodigy capable of genius-level feats, erik was never able to permanently settle with a family. he had always been aloof and wary of others, but was able to maintain an income and support himself by the age of seventeen. living in fear of developing attachments to others, erik threw himself into his studies. he took great pride in his intelligence, and graduated university with a PhD in biology with a focus on gene therapy in just under eight years of school. erik kept an almost adequate social life, though he was remarkably uninterested in others and not entirely forthcoming about his emotions, often leading to superficial relationships. while erik had been content, though quietly resentful, to live out his days alone and bury his increasingly bitter emotions, things changed after the mayor's death. while many had reported gaining back floods of memories and supernatural abilities, erik's came back to him slowly and in fragments. almost as a spite to him, the memories he regained first were often the most painful. there was an ease that came about as his abilities were reconnected to him, a sense of familiarity that quieted the trauma lurking in his mind. with each new memory, often revealed to him quietly as though it had always been there, his powers grew. just over half of his memories seem to have returned, though some things have yet to make an appearance. memories of family, and his upbringing in judaism, have rocked his sense of identity. these changes, both in himself and others, have pushed erik further in his genetic research. he maintains this outwardly as his distraction, but there is far more brewing underneath the surface.

personality. erik is a tortured genius. he has a one-track mind that leads to an incredibly determined nature, but often this track is one of tragedy and anger. while in his "fake" life, erik achieved great scientific success, his social life and relationships with others were severely lacking. as such, vulnerability and empathy do not come easy to him. he has always been cynical, and bitter, and this is now amplified alongside confusion with the return of his memories and abilities. he is re-experiencing past emotions, ranging from hateful to peaceful to apathetic. his love for mutantkind has returned in waves, resulting in distrust from all others. always a prideful being, erik's growing abilities have only served to increase his self assurance. he is curious as to just how much his powers will grow; if his memories are of any indication, he hasn't reached his full potential by any means. erik is entirely strategic, and while he is emotional and often acts on his emotions, he always thinks through possibilities and outcomes and the best way to proceed. while his cynicism and vengeful nature have never been so apparent to him, his capacity to show compassion and experience contentment has grown exponentially, as well. there is a battle in his head, the desire for peace versus chaos. while his last memories are those of acceptance and peace, to be sprung with all of this at once has been overwhelming, to say the least. he is currently in somewhat of a waiting game as his memories return, and as he views the behaviors and actions of others following their own revelations.

ivy cove powers & abilities. thus far, erik has only regained partial control of his abilities. he does have a heightened sense of electromagnetic auras around him, and a nerfed ability to manipulate magnetic fields. his combat abilities have almost entirely returned, alongside heightened intelligence and proficiency as a tactician. what has come easiest to him thus far, and what he has been rapidly gaining control of, is his ability to manipulate metallic substances. he has noticed that he can even control small animals by manipulating the iron in their blood. erik's understanding of complex machinery and genetic engineering has been amplified drastically. as of now, erik only experiences astral projection in a sleeping state, and only to a limited degree that is often not entirely in his control. the ability to create force fields has been returning slowly, a work in progress, and his powers of flight are currently limited to low altitude levitation. as the days pass by, and more is revealed to him, he can feel the difference in the air and feel the power that he holds coursing through his body.

below are erik's canon inspirations ! they are listed for reference as his memory and powers return. the above information may be altered to reflect current rate of progression and gained memories & powers.

canon background. canon-compliant from x-men "prologue" movies. this erik follows the line from x-men: first class, x-men: days of future past, x-men: apocalypse, and x-men: dark phoenix. he is taken from the end of dark phoenix with elements of comic book canon to fill in some blanks. relationships with other highly relevant comic book characters, including family members, will be on a case-to-case basis. while your muse may have memory of comic!magneto, erik does not possess all of the same memories.

canon powers & abilities. the ability to generate and manipulate magnetic fields, ability to manipulate metal, flight, genius-level intellect, manipulates plate tectonics to de-age (physiologically), skilled tactician, high skills in combat, can create a force field around himself (including creating a bubble around himself to breathe in space), can create traversable wormholes, has limited control over manipulating non-metallic items through force fields, the ability to manipulate iron in the blood of others to control their actions, perceives natural electromagnetic auras given off by living beings, light generation and manipulation, astral projection, electricity absorption and generation, electromagnetic sight & multilingual

missing memories notably include capturing emma frost, being held in the pentagon and escaping, large portions of time following the old trask timeline, the annihilation of the factory workers in poland, his encounter with jean grey in genosha, reuniting with hank following raven's death, and the destruction of his helmet.

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NAME. Lucas Xavier Solano Velasco AGE & BIRTH DATE. 123 & November 30th, 1900 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/Him SPECIES. Lycan PACK. Lupo ( Former Arno ) OCCUPATION. Fighter at Dante’s FACE CLAIM. Peter Gadiot

biography

Lucas was born into a home of love and family, the second and last son of two Mexican farmers. He grew up in a village nestled by acres of crops and livestock. As such, he knew how to work the land and understand the ways of nature before he could even read. His older brother, Mateo, was only a few years older than him but every bit the troublemaker as well as the treasure of the family. Lucas had taken to following his brother around like a shadow. Where Mateo was seemingly naturally gifted in every way, Lucas remained curious and a dreamer who wanted nothing but adventure outside their village. He ran outside with his dogs into the fields, watching them chase the birds and longing to be so fast and free. When Mateo would go with him, he would tell him stories of the children of Xolotl that people of the nearby village talked about and how one day they would both be like the children of Xolotl, those people that ran free and wild like wolves. Neither boys were old or wise enough to understand what these stories meant, but they became all that Lucas ever wanted. As they got older, a woman from the nearby village would come to the boys when their parents were none the wiser. She would tell them that they had both been chosen, and that one day under a full moon they would both know what it is to feel pain but also know power.

The Porfiriato policies changed everything, and these fantasies were all but forgotten to Lucas as life became increasingly difficult for the people of Mexico and his small village. Mateo was outspoken against it all from the moment that he understood the injustices of Porfirio Diaz, and Lucas only knew that he wanted to stand at his brother’s side in whatever he did. When the Mexican Revolutionary War began, Mateo was one of the first to join in their village and Lucas was too young, merely 14 years old. However he left home one night with nothing but a note to his parents that he could not sit idly by and watch his brother go to war without him. When he found his brother, however, it was very clear that Lucas was not the soldier that Mateo was. In an effort to prove himself, he had gone out one night to hunt for their men under the light of the full moon while his brother wasn’t there to stop him, only to return ravaged from a bite from what he claimed had been a monster. The soldiers laughed at him, but Mateo beamed with pride the next morning and said that he believed him. He told Lucas of the children of Xolotl, and that the stories they’d been told as boys were all real. Mateo confessed that before he had left to go to war, he had gone back to the woman of the neighboring village, the one who used to tell them both the stories when they were young. He called her his ‘alpha’ and he said that she had spoken of Lucas’ time coming when he was older. But Mateo had worried for this brother after he’d followed him to war. Now, with both of their new powers, the two lycan brothers would survive this war together and put a end to the injustices of the Porfiriato.

Not a month later, Mateo did not survive to see their dream come to pass. When Lucas tried running back into the battlefield for his brother, a voice halted him in his tracks. We would later know her to be a Seraphim, but at the time he believed that an angel from heaven had whispered to him that it was not yet his time to die. She urged him to seek out those dreams of wild and free adventures that were still so loud inside of his mind. And so he ran, ran far from the battlefields and abandoned the war to find his village and tell his mother and father what had happened. They would mourn Mateo together and journey somewhere far, somewhere safer together. Only he didn’t make it back to the village where he was born, not before hearing the news that it had been burned down in the war and there had not been a single survivor.

Overcome with grief and loss at losing every member of his family, Lucas tried to keep the words of the angel in his mind as he now sought for passage far out of the country instead. When he found a ship to Europe paid for by a man who believed himself a prophet of the one true God, Lucas begged to join him and his followers. He told them of the angel who’d spoken to him and of the monster who had attacked him and they explained that he needed saving from the possibility of becoming the same monster. They welcomed him on the journey and into the cult, so long as he agreed to be their protector. So long as he wore a special amulet that they procured for him, one that would prevent him from ever turning into a lycan again unless they needed him to. If the gifts of the wolf made Mateo so confident that he had gone recklessly to his death, then they were surely a curse. So Lucas agreed. It would take months before they made it to Italy, and in those months Lucas had been molded into their perfect follower and worshipper but also substantially weakened from the power of the amulet that sapped away all his strength and health. Still, in his eyes, they had saved him. They had saved him from grief, misery, loneliness and the same fate as Mateo.

When the cult made it to Italy, Lucas had weakened so much that he would walk with a cane. But the wolves of Rome knew him to be one of their own, and curious as to why he was so weak they approached and asked what had become of him. The weakened lycan only explained that he had been saved. Eventually the Arno pack convinced him otherwise, and Lucas remembered the pride and the joy of the stories of the children of Xolotl. He did more research and learned of the wolves in legends all around the world: Chechnya, Fenrir, Lycaon and so many more. Wolves were symbols of power, strength, independence for generations and cultures everywhere. They were godlike, touched by the divine. When Lucas took off his amulet, he remembered the words of the alpha in Mexico - that he would know pain and power. He remembered Mateo promising that they would be wild and free. He remembered the suffering of his parents and his people, how they had all been unfairly oppressed. Lucas ran. He ran, but the cult had found him with the other lycans that they had also captured. They sought to save him again, to heal him, for he was one of their greatest assets in plans that Lucas was not aware of. But when the man he had once seen as his savior and prophet came to him, Lucas broke out of his human skin and roared with defiance. They had taken advantage of a broken, grieving man and tried to destroy him for their own benefit, for their God. So Lucas would show them the wrath of another god instead.

White robes stained with blood, and the lycan’s maw. His rage and all the strength coming back to Lucas in a maddening rush set him upon the entirety of his cult and each of the lycans that they had also enslaved to try to recapture him. He found them all and he consumed their hearts in a frenzy of bloodlust and power, both human and supernatural, believing that he was liberating them. The rush of power that came from those lycans he consumed and becoming a volatile only served to make Lucas that much madder. He was alone, and with no one to stop him came a growing insanity. Lucas would ravage Europe for years to come, finding innocents to turn into lycans and eating the hearts of any of those who would dare try to stop him. He believed that he was meant to be immortal as Gods were, and he learned consuming the hearts of his own was the way to become as close to a god as he could be. But eventually another angel would come to him. Lucas would learn that there was no such thing as angels, but the Seraphim would take his blade anyway and make him mortal once more. It was then that Lucas began to think, to step out of the fog of bloodlust and power and remember who he had once been. A son, a brother, a soldier of righteousness.

But he was also now a monster, and because of all the horror that he had committed he was forever changed. The curious young boy with dreams was gone, in his place was a man forever thirsting for the wildness and freedom that he and his brother had spoke of in Mexico. He could only find it in himself to regret the deaths of his own lycans in his time as a volatile. With that small penance in his heart, Lucas returned to the place that had once liberated him from the hands of cult worshippers and he proved himself to the Arno Pack of Rome, desperate to serve them. But Lucas held on to the belief of lycan superiority and he itched for the day when they could all be free from the shackles that society bound them with. Revolution had shed his blood in Mexico, and it was forever a part of him now. When the Arno pack was dissolved by The Harbinger and the Lupo pack was created to destroy the Senate, Lucas would be one of the first in line to fight. For the second time revolution called to him, and for the second time Lucas would recklessly run into the battlefield.

personality

+ independent, robust, ardent – shortsighted, egotistic, reckless

played by dany. est. She/her.

#the fanatic #takenm #takenlycn #takenc

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