#look at them falling in love before shenanigans try to keep them apart!!

[gentil-minou]

Wei Wuxian licks his lips and leans forward slightly, walking his fingers across the countertop aimlessly toward Lan Zhan. “You know, Lan Zhan,” he drawls, “A-Yuan says we’re both in the book.”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan responds, tracking the path of his fingers intently, “I am apparently Hanguang-jun, the moral upstanding hero.”

“And I’m the devious Yiling Loazu, who led you astray,” he smirks, peering at Lan Zhan through his lashes.

Lan Zhan meets his stare, head-on, lit from within like molten sunshine. “No,” he corrects, “not astray, Wei Ying.”

Wei Wuxian tilts his head, waiting for him to continue. His fingers stop their dancing, resting just inches away from Lan Zhan.

Lan Zhan shifts his own hand, bringing them even closer, their fingertips almost brushing.  

“The Yiling Loazu did not lead Hanguang-jun astray,” he says, eyes piercing as they flicker between Wei Wuxian’s. “They were partners, and…”

“Ah,” Wei Wuxian breathes, “the decent romance?”

Lan Zhan doesn’t answer, watching him closely. The pupils of his eyes have grown so large there’s only the tiniest ring of gold around the edge. He can see himself reflected in the black. He thinks he likes the version of himself that lives in Lan Zhan’s eyes.

They’re standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting for the other to take a step forward, bracing for a fall.

It should be terrifying, this sudden drop into something completely new, something entirely unknown yet so familiar. But Wei Wuxian is filled with conviction that no matter what, Lan Zhan will catch him.

It's as electrifying as it is calming, this certainty that here, with Lan Zhan, he is safe.

Wei Wuxian tilts his head to the side in a way he knows sets the unmarked skin of his neck on display. “I’m sure it was more than just decent, with a handsome hero like Hanguang-jun.”

Lan Zhan quirks an eyebrow, his gaze resting on the curve of Wei Wuxian’s neck, just as he’d hoped. "Handsome?"

“Well,” Wei Wuxian responds, tapping his index finger so it brushes against Lan Zhan’s fingertips. His skin is soft and perfect, just like the rest of him. “He isn’t wrong. You’re very handsome, Lan Zhan.”

“Really, Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan says, voice quiet and deep.

“Yep, definitely worthy of being compared to the beautiful Second Jade of Lan.”

“Is that so?” Lan Zhan shifts closer, the smell of him filling up Wei Wuxian. He smells so familiar, like something he knows intimately. Sandalwood, Wei Wuxian realizes, with sudden clarity.

Lan Zhan continues, “I would love to hear more about your opinion on my beauty and prestige, Wei Ying.”

“You don’t know anything about me, Lan Zhan. Why would you care what I think?”

Lan Zhan tilts his head, only just. “Do I need to? To want to know how your brain works?”

I commissioned this lovely artwork by the wonderful @lotuslate of a scene from my fic, once upon a time, 很久很久以前 where the entire cultivation world is cursed to live in the modern world without their memories and abilities, but of course wangxian find a way to fall in love all over again.

[miguel-ohara-lover]

Hi, I'm new here, don't know if you're still doing requests. If you are can you please write Miguel x fem reader with mirror shenanigans?? Like Miguel makes her watch him fingering her and makes her watch as he pounds into her. Make them really desperate too, this man has me feral

Ofc ofc I can. I make posts whenever requests are open or closed and I put it in my bio so that’s how you’ll know for the future <3

Miguel x f!reader - Mirror

CW: NSFW, mirror sex, fingering, praise, p in v sex, sex with no plot, sprinkle of after care

You shivered, feeling Miguel’s warm hands carress down your sides. “I can barely resist you , Cariño…” He whispered in your ear, voice dropped to a low growl as you felt a hard bulge poke against your bare ass. He had you standing here completely exposed in front of your full length mirror. He loved seeing your face in the reflection, seeing your blush and how embarrassed you looked.

Miguel brought his hands back up and massaged your breasts gently, enjoying the little noises you made. A hand stayed groping your soft flesh while the other traveled down. He slid to fingers between your slick folds, earning a gasp as they brushed against your clit.

“Mmm… So wet already. You’re loving this aren’t you?” He teased you as he rubbed circles on your swollen bundle of nerves. You moaned and leaned your head back against his shoulder. He hummed in satisfaction as his fingers made their way to your tight hole. He smirked a little as he spread your pussy lips and made you look at the mirror. “See how wet and desperate you are darling? It’s beautiful.” He placed a gentle kiss to your neck.

“Miguel please…” You whined. He couldn’t help but chuckle at that. You gasped as you felt his fingers slide into you, moaning as they stretched your tight cunt. He made you watch as they disappeared inside you, re-emerging before going back in over and over. He loved seeing your expressions, so needy and desperate, and oh so embarrassed to see yourself crumble.

Your back arched as he continued to finger you, rubbing the pads of his fingers against your g-spot. His thumb continued to run circles on your clit as he made you fall apart in his arms. You’re unable to look away from your reflection as he brings you closer to your release.

Feeling the familiar warmth in your gut, your hand goes to his wrist to try and speed up his movements. But he’s stronger and keeps this agonizing pace despite your protests, fingers moving in and out slowly, thumb circling at the same rate. You could hold it anymore, every touch sent sparks through your body.

You let out moan as you spilled on his fingers, his pace quickening slightly as you ride out your orgasm. Your face is red with blush as you see yourself come undone just from his hand. He whispers sweet praises in your ear as he pulls his fingers out.

He puts his fingers in his mouth, tasting your slick as you watch in the reflection of the mirror. You panted a little and closed your eyes for a moment, only to feel his length suddenly slide between your folds. You gasp and your eyes snap open as you look at the mirror, seeing him slowly rock his hips as his cock is coated in your juices.

You moan as he rubs against your overstimulated pussy, the tip of his cock teasing your hole as it clenched around nothing. “Hm… Already needing to be filled again?” He teases as he slowly pushes into you, urging you to bend over so he has better access. You moan as he enters you, feeling every inch go in.

He lets you adjust before he starts thrusting, slowly in and out while watching your sweet face in the mirror. Your moans were music to his ears as he picked up his speed, making you louder. You tried to quiet yourself, tried putting a hand over your mouth. He didn’t like that. He gave your ass a quick spank before he moved your hand.

“I wanna hear you, amor. Wanna hear your moans and cries as I fuck you.” Miguel growled in your ear as his pace quickened. Soon he was pounding you, the force making your breasts bounce. He loved the sight so much, seeing you so helpless and bent over so cute on his cock. It drove him mad.

He couldn’t hold back as he ravaged your pussy, the speed of his thrusts almost inhuman. His hands moved to your hips, holding tight as he pumped his cock into you over and over, bringing you both closer to the edge.

You moaned and cried as he mercilessly pounded your cunt. A familiar knot started to form in your gut, a thin layer of sweat over the both of you. You could feel the release coming. His hand moved to your pussy, and just a few touches to your clit was enough to send you over the edge.

You let out a loud cry as another orgasm ripped through you, tightening around his cock as you gripped his arm. Your nails dug into his skin, but he didn’t care. He groaned and his hips stuttered a bit as he spilled inside you. You gasp and moan as you feel his warm sticky fluid fill you, his thrusts never stopping. He kept a slow and steady pace as you two ride out your orgasms, occasionally letting out a grunt or groan when he felt your pussy clench, milking the cum from his dick.

Miguel slowly pulled out once your orgasms finished, placing gentle kisses to your burning skin. He scooped you up and brought you to the bathroom, preparing a nice warm bath to help you both relax.

[batneko]

A "wicked enchantress" is running around inflicting people with fairy-tale-inspired curses. Peach's castle gets hit with a Sleeping Beauty curse, and the usual solution doesn't work so Mario and Luigi go chasing down the enchantress.

They catch up easily enough, but she blasts Mario with a spell that turns him into a wolf in a red hoodie. Luigi has just enough time to think "wait a minute, Little Red Riding Hood isn't about a curse," before he's zapped with a "Cinderella" curse. He's stuck in a green ballgown and masquerade mask that won't come off.

Of course, that doesn't bother him much, and turning Mario into a wolf only gave him natural weapons, so they kick the enchantress's butt for a few rounds before she runs away.

Meanwhile, Bowser's castle was hit with a Beauty and the Beast curse... while Bowser wasn't home, meaning Junior is now stuck as a beast and honestly having a great time. The servants are pretty unhappy though and it'll be a pain having Junior shed all over everything (and privately Bowser feels bad he wasn't there to protect everyone, plus kissing Junior's newly-fluffy head didn't break the curse which makes Bowser terrified that he doesn't fully love his son and really is as selfish as people say) so he sets out to find whoever did this and rip them apart.

Soon thereafter he runs into what appears to be a princess with very cool taste in pets, and can't resist turning on the charm.

Luigi would have cleared up the misunderstanding right away, except Bowser is so bad at being charming that it loops around to actually being charming. Telling him who he is after flirting back would just make things awkward and maybe get Luigi set on fire. And Mario, despite lacking thumbs or proper vocal chords, is making it extremely clear that he doesn't approve of Bowser and "Princess Emerald" getting too close. Better to cooperate until they find the enchantress and high-tail it out of there as soon as she's defeated.

Unfortunately it turns out the curse still follows Cinderella rules, so at midnight the ballgown disappears and Bowser finds out after all. He's just as pissed as Luigi was afraid he'd be. There's some fire breath tossed around. But he's more embarrassed than anything else, and the fact that he's the only one without a curse (and that the "dog" is actually Mario) cheers him up enough that he decides to stick it out as part of the team.

He doesn't admit that he'd really started to like Princess Emerald in the afternoon they spent together. She was nice. She listened to him. She laughed at his jokes. And he can admit he's got a thing for big blue eyes. The fact that all those traits are the same whether Luigi's in a dress or in overalls is not one he wants to think about.

(The curse affects Luigi from noon to midnight so he still gets mornings to look like himself. Honestly it wouldn't be bad at all except a ballgown isn't very practical and Luigi's mildly offended that the curse also shaves him.)

So they go on, Bowser tries not to flirt, Luigi tries not to fall for his flirting, they both fail and wolf!Mario suffers.

Eventually they do catch up with the enchantress (probably after a lot of other curse-induced fairy tale shenanigans) and try to fight her. The gang is winning when she suddenly blasts Bowser with something that seems to kill him outright. Luigi, devastated, kisses him before getting up to keep fighting.

The enchantress sees this and goes, "Eewww!"

Turns out she's a little girl who got her hands on a powerful magic artifact. True Love's Kiss didn't break any of the curses because she's seven and kissing's gross! Now that they know she's a child (and that Bowser is just sleeping like Snow White) Mario and Luigi are reluctant to fight at full strength. Instead Luigi distracts her with his pretty pretty princess accessories, so Mario can dash in with wolf speed and steal the artifact.

Bowser is extremely confused when he wakes up, saying something about a weird dream he had, but all the curses are broken and everyone can go home. Problem solved. Definitely no lingering feelings and awkward secrets.

Definitely nobody is going to keep thinking about that teary goodbye kiss when Luigi thought Bowser was dead...

[enviedear]

save the date ⟶ james potter

DESCRIPTION ⌙ after an innocent suggestion that james potter is horrible at relationships, he feels inclined to prove you wrong. PAIRING ⌙ james x fem!reader CW ⌙ mention of food, eating food, petnames WORD COUNT ⌙ 2.3k

❛ ֪ ׂ shenanigans? is that what you call your love life? ֪ ׂ ❜

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for the second time this month, you’re spending your friday evening trying to drone out an argument. hilariously large and bulky headphones sit upon your ears— and yet you can still make out the aggravatingly grating noise.

if you’d known being james’ roommate would have entailed you hearing multiple fights from different girlfriends, you may not have signed the lease.

may not have— because a rent controlled apartment in the city is far too good to pass by.

truthfully, you felt a little bit bad for james. he was so good at picking gorgeous, captivating women. you could never fault his taste, no, you faulted his ability to be a boyfriend.

take this instance, a disagreement that started over dinner plans, only to devolve into a full blown argument. over what currently? you’re not exactly sure. but by the way the woman was yelling at him, you were sure he had said something stupid.

seconds later you can hear her huff, slam his door, walk down the stairs, and leave the apartment.

slowly, you remove your headphones, the noise of your music now being the only thing you can hear. you wait, looking expectantly at your door.

almost on some cue, james opens your door with a counterfeit smile on his face, “any plans tonight?”

you roll your eyes at him, “let me guess? non refundable dinner reservation and two tickets to the movies.”

he walks into your room, plopping down on your bean bag chair, “act nice or i’ll take sirius instead.”

you ignore him, “be honest, what did you do this time?”

“absolutely nothing.” he grumbles, shaking his head.

you didn’t believe him for a second. you’ve known james for four years now and you’ve lived with him for two. you knew in your soul that he, despite trying, always managed to do something.

he had a strange ineptitude for romance. it was as though he couldn't make it a week before his stupidity turned from endearing to unbearable.

he sighs, "she kept asking me if i had anything planned for our date— and i didn't want to ruin the surprise, so i just kept saying no. 'no, honey, i figure we'd wing it.' fuck— i didn't think it would blow up like that."

you gape at him, "but you did tell her, right?"

he shrugs, "by the time i thought to she was already leaving."

this was james, unable to keep a relationship purely because of his own doing.

"you're going to end up alone." you chuckle, fiddling with your phone to turn off your music.

james is silent, so you go on, "i'm saying this from a place of love, but you're horrible at relationships. almost criminally bad at them." your finger points at him, mocking.

he glares at you, tousled curls falling into his eyes, "i am not."

you grin, "yes— you are."

he ignores you, plopping down onto your bean bag, "and still i get more dates than you," he pauses, muttering out, "brat."

"you do not!" you don't mean to, but your voice comes out childishly.

james finally rids himself of his frown, smirking, "fuck's sake, calm down." it takes everything in you to not pelt him with whatever's near you. he has such a chuck-worthy grin.

it was often that the two of you would have these petty disagreements. mostly due to the close proximity of sharing the same space, but sometimes, you honestly didn't understand why both of you were so worked up.

you get off of your bed and squat down to his level, "i'm so close to throwing you out."

he smiles, and lazily pulls you down with him, "i didn't mean it, don't be mad."

you narrow your eyes, despite the grin on your face, "you're temperamental, potter."

he chuckles, eyes now closed, "and you're wrong."

you hum, arm touching his, "about what?"

he looks at you, "'bout me. that i'm bad at relationships."

you almost laugh at him, because if there was one thing you knew as fact— it was that james had a ninety-nine percent fail rate.

so you're easily coy when you speak, "oh, then please, prove me wrong."

your tone is playful, but james' eyes make you pause. he looks eerily\ honestly, determined.

"with pleasure." he says simply.

you don't say anything after. not for a few moments. you try instead to ignore the strange tightness in your chest at his words. wordlessly, you rise from beside him and open up your closet door.

"what time is this reservation?" you ask, subtitling watching his face brighten.

james smiles, "you'll come?"

you shrug, "i'll never turn down money spent well."

he laughs, "and you think my funds are best spent on you?"

there's a mischievous glint in your voice, "aren't i always the best cause."

he feigns annoyance at you, but goes to leave your room so that you can change. as you watch him go, and note the way his dress shirt hugs the curves of his toned back. often, you’d catch yourself admiring him. it was silly, but despite your usual chagrin of him and his antics, you found him so beautiful.

you’re barely concentating on the clothes he's wearing now, thinking instead to the half-awake version of him from last night, wearing only his plaid boxers and leaning against the fridge, a glass of water in his hand, eyes half-lidded.

and then, the james you so often see after a shower. his face flushed, hair tousled, and towel always riding just low enough.

of course, you noticed him and you tried not to lie to yourself about it. you found him attractive, sure, but that was all. you knew there was nothing else there, and you’d be an idiot if you let your mind even think there was.

putting your fascination with him to the side, you scour your closet for something presentable. reaching the back of your closet before finding anything, a flowy little number you had apparently hidden from yourself for god knows how long. you inspect it, and slip it on once you decide that the small wrinkles at the bottom of the skirt are inconsequential.

you do your makeup in the bathroom, james butting in often to try and hurry you along, "how many coats of mascara more? can we please leave?"

you shush him each time until you're finally ready, "there— see? that didn't take so long did it?"

he rolls his eyes, "felt like bloody years."

you chuckle, opening the door for him, "i don't even think i reached an hour, you brat."

he jingles his keys in your face, his assortment of keychains slapping against each other, "play nice."

it's safe to say you do not 'play nice' for the entire duration of the car ride. you take immediate ownership of the radio instead, queuing all your favorite songs. james protests for five or so minutes before shaking his head with you and singing along.

the restaurant he's chosen is a suedo-modern fusion steakhouse— horribly expensive— and you can't help but feel a little out of place as you step inside. james, however, seems right at home. he greets the hostess by name and leads you to a private booth in the back.

as you sit down, you eye him, "what?" he asks, sipping his water.

"how often do you come here. i mean, they seem to know you." you're smirking, finding it quite funny.

james shrunches his face, "no, actually, my parents have insisted on eating here for my past six birthdays."

you hum, "i forget mommy and daddy are wealthy, you should really advertise it more. as an incentive." you're kidding of course, james reeked of rich kid. in the nicest way.

he gestures at you with his butterknife, "you think i haven't pulled that? c'mon honey i'm not completely daft."

you chuckle, taking a sip of your own water. watching as james continues, dwelling into a story about work. you've already heard it but you'd feel wretched to tell him. so, you listen, watching his brown eyes and strong use of his hands with each adjective used.

you've almost blocked everything but him from your sense when the waiter returns, placing down an appetizer you're sure the two of you didn't order.

you look to james, who's in the middle of placing his order. he sends you a wink.

you fumble through your own order, cursing yourself for not looking at the menu more thoroughly.

"do you even know what that is?" james asks when the waiter walks away.

you roll your eyes, "yes james, i'm well aware of the french word for fish."

he shrugs, "can't hurt to make sure." there's a pause, "d'ya like the wontons?"

your face morphs into a smile, "you ordered this?"

"yeah when i made the reservation, don't feel too special." he's got a shit-eating grin on his face, freckles more prominent in the overhead light.

you tease, "i'll remember this next time you're in need of my assistance."

he leans back, feigning innocence, "hey, i'm just trying to create a memorable dining experience."

the conversation continues to flow, easy and familiar. it doesn't surprise you, how comfortable you are with james, even when he's being his usual cheeky self. the food arrives, and you both enjoy the meal, trading bites and sharing stories. it's one of those moments when you forget about the world outside and just relish in the company of a friend.

as dessert arrives, james leans in a bit closer, his tone shifting to something more serious. "you know, i appreciate you putting up with my shenanigans. not just tonight, but all the time."

you raise an eyebrow, a playful grin on your face, "shenanigans? is that what you call your love life?"

he chuckles, but his gaze is sincere, "yeah, that and everything else. you've been there for me, and i don't say it enough, but i'm really grateful."

you feel a warmth in your chest at his words, and for a moment, the playful banter fades away. "you're not so bad yourself, potter."

he smiles, a genuine one this time, "i'd hope so."

an hour passes by, and you're both lost in conversation when you realize the restaurant is beginning to close up. with a sigh, you both gather your things and leave. the night air is cool as you step outside, and you find yourselves walking down the quiet streets back to his car.

as you stroll, james looks over at you, his expression soft, "you know, i might not be great at relationships, but i've always liked what we have. you're more than just a roommate to me, you're like my confidant, my partner-in-crime, and my closest friend."

you feel a flush of emotion at his words, a mix of happiness and something you can't quite put your finger on. "you too, potter. just don't let it get to your head."

he grins, slipping his hands into his pockets, "wouldn't dream of it."

the two of you continue your leisurely walk, the city lights casting a warm glow around you. it's a somewhat quiet night, but the silence is comfortable, the kind that comes from years of shared experiences and unspoken understanding.

as you approach the car, james stops and turns to you, his gaze searching yours, "you know, i might be awful at relationships, but there's one thing i'm certain of."

you raise an eyebrow, curious, "and what's that?"

he opens his car door, soft smirk on his face, "i'm pretty sure i've already found the best thing in my life."

your heart skips a beat, but your eyes roll, "smooth, potter. really laying it on thick."

he chuckles, a hint of nervousness in his eyes, "i mean it, though." he proceedes to give a light shrug before getting into the car.

you chuckle and follow him, "you're insufferable."

he smiles, turning to head to you, "you can say whatever you want, but you know deep down you love me."

you slide into the passenger seat and playfully roll your eyes, "maybe i just have a high tolerance for insufferable people."

james starts the car, and as he pulls away from the curb, he glances at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "ah, so you're admitting it now, are you?"

you laugh, shaking your head, "i said high tolerance, not undying affection."

he grins, focusing on the road, "well, that's progress, i suppose."

the drive back to your apartment is filled with lighthearted banter and comfortable silences. when you finally arrive, you both step out of the car and make your way to the entrance.

as you approach your apartment door, james turns to you, a playful grin on his face, "you know, i have another surprise for you."

you raise an eyebrow, curious, "oh really? and what might that be?"

he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small box, presenting it to you with a flourish, "ta-da! a box of chocolate-covered strawberries, your favorite."

you take the box with a surprised smile, "well, well, james potter, you're really pulling out all the stops tonight."

he chuckles, "just trying to prove that i'm not a lost cause in all things romantic."

you open the box and take a strawberry, popping it into your mouth with a satisfied hum, "i have to admit, this is a step in the right direction."

james grins, looking almost proud of himself, "i'll take what i can get."

you both head inside, and as you settle back into your apartment, you can't help but reflect on the evening. despite his usual antics and relationship mishaps, there's a side of james that you've come to appreciate more and more—a side that values your friendship and makes an effort to show it.

as the night winds down and you both prepare for bed, you find yourself sitting on your respective beds, sharing a comfortable silence. you glance over at james, who's focused on scrolling through his phone, and you can't help but feel a sense of contentment.

"hey, potter," you speak up, breaking the silence.

he looks up, raising an eyebrow, "yes, my dear roommate?"

you smirk, "you know, you might be onto something with this whole 'proving me wrong' thing."

he grins, setting his phone aside, "oh, am i winning you over, then?"

you shake your head, a teasing glint in your eyes, "let's not get ahead of ourselves. but maybe, just maybe, you're not as hopeless as i thought."

james leans back, looking satisfied, "i'll take that as a victory."

you both exchange smiles, and in that moment, you're reminded of why you agreed to be james potter's roommate in the first place. despite his esoteric personality, he's genuine and loyal, and always there to bring a smile to your face—even if it's through exasperation.

with a smirk you get up, making your way upstairs before calling out, "I'm free this Sunday, might as well give you a second date."

[kaorusan241]

ok so, summer holidays after endgame. anne's admitted to st. mungo's to be more comfortable. fig was MC's legal guardian so she and sebastian are both orphans. so they're allowed to stay at hogwarts just for this summer, but they cannot leave the grounds apart from hogsmade and during day hours. also due to being extremely watched, they cannot fall to their shenanigans again, so they're forced to be good. this brings them together even more. so a lot of fluff, healing and a first kiss? no smut

I’ve given this a go, sorry if it’s crap! For wider reference, my call for prompts is HERE.

Sebastian Sallow x Slytherin! MC | When Term Ends

The concept of a ‘summer holiday’ doesn’t mean much to you. Having grown up in the abject poverty of east London, the idea of relaxing happily with family, swimming in lakes and frolicking in fields, is entirely foreign.

When you first came to Hogwarts, you’d done your best to control your shock and delight at seeing entire tables stacked with chicken, vegetables and gravy, beef stew, freshly baked bread and a variety of soups - to be able to eat like this every day is something you’re still getting used to.

How funny, that despite the immense power you hold, the sight of a simple meal is still the thing that brings you the most comfort.

Hard benches, strict lines, attendants in monochrome uniforms, no curtains, floor coverings, or privacy. The constant sense that everyone around you on the street while you sold matchboxes or paintbrushes considered your poverty a choice - a result of a fundamental lack of effort.

You wish with all your soul that you’d been aware of Hogwarts sooner - to experience this level of freedom and joy for just three years feels cruel.

You wish you could curse the bastards who visited the slums for sport, to hell with the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery.

You sigh, putting your book down on the table and watching the flames flicker in the dull green light of the common room. You look at your hands, so different to someone like Imelda’s. Your skin bears the evidence of all that you’ve been through, everything that makes you who you are.

You don’t know if it’s because of the ancient magic that bristles under your skin, but since the holidays began, you’ve struggled to keep a lid on your anger. You feel restless, caged in by the weight of fixing everyone else’s problems.

Take Sebastian, for example. You know that you’ll never fully understand the depths of his devotion to Anne, as an only child yourself. Your own feelings about the situation are so conflicted, you can scarcely imagine how Sebastian must feel.

Solomon was complacent in his search for a cure, you agree with him on that much. But Solomon was only doing what Anne had asked him to do, to stop looking, to let her cope with the symptoms by herself. Given the amount of suffering she’d experienced at Rookwood’s hands, shouldn’t Anne have been allowed that choice?

A life dictated by a feuding brother and uncle, on top of everything else… you grit your teeth, irritated again.

Sebastian is your friend, someone you want to trust to protect you. But he’s also a complicated character - it’s part of what drew you to him in the first place. You could sense something under the surface, even before you spoke to him. A languid charm that hid something much darker underneath.

Sebastian had a family who loved him, who wanted to protect him from the dark arts. A family who cared about what happened to him, who didn’t dump him in the streets and leave him to fend for himself.

He’d thrown all that away, for what? Knowledge?

You don’t believe for a second that Sebastian had done it with entirely pure intentions. He might well believe that everything he’s done, every curse he’s cast, was for his sister’s sake. He might even try to pretend that killing his uncle didn’t matter.

You know him better than that.

Speak of the devil and he doth appear.

“Didn’t expect to see you here”, Sebastian drawls, taking a seat next to you with a tired huff. It’s supposed to be a joke, but falls flat.

You were the only two Slytherins asked by Headmaster Black to stay in the castle over summer. Ominis was free to go, probably because he hadn’t witnessed two deaths in the span of a week. Thestrals might even start to pity you at this point.

“I have nowhere else to go.”

It’s honest, maybe too honest, and slips out before you can stop it. Sebastian just nods sagely.

You’ve never gone into detail about your past, but you know he senses the darkness in you, too.

“It’s been over a month, and still no invitations to join you on a quest. Don’t tell me you’re back on the straight and narrow?”

“Ah yes, because you’d know all about that.”

Sebastian laughs, and you feel yourself smirk. Anyone else listening would have been horrified at how flippantly you just referenced Solomon’s murder, but you weren’t about to argue about it, and you certainly couldn’t ignore it.

“Fair enough.”

Sebastian kicks his feet up onto the table, stretching his arms out behind him and crossing them behind his head. He glances at you, trepidation clear in his eyes.

“So… Professor Fig. How are you holding up? I didn’t spend much time with him, but I know you two were close.”

You feel hollow at the mention of Fig, empty after the promise of a stable home had been snatched away from your grasp.

“I’m fine. Neither of us are any stranger to grief, Sebastian.”

A pause. Sebastian sighs, sitting up from the sofa and leaning his arms on his knees.

“I know what you must think of me, now. I did this for Anne, but even she won’t speak to me. Thinks I should dwell on the consequences of my actions for a while.”

“Sebastian…”

“Even if I had been sent to Azkaban, even if you’d all turned me in, I doubt she’d have visited me. Maybe a fate entwined with the dementors is what I deserve.”

“No.”

Sebastian jumps at your insistence, turning to look at you in surprise.

“I don’t agree with you killing Solomon, but I also know that it was accidental. You let your anger get the best of you. The dark arts are powerful, but need to be wielded with care.”

“Do you think Anne might come to understand, with time?”

“Understand what? That you had to do it? No. Until you recognise that your inexperience with the dark arts led to this, she’ll never understand you. The only way she’ll ever come around, is if you frame it as a terrible mistake.”

Sebastian laughs again in surprise at that, and you turn away slightly, blushing.

“Sounds a little… manipulative? To twist recent events in my favour? Perhaps I’m rubbing off on you after all.”

You can’t help but smile. “Regrettably, yes.”

“In all seriousness though, I’m grateful to you for standing by me, through it all. I don’t know how to repay you.”

You look at him fully, noting the sincerity in his dark eyes, the bags underneath them. It’s been weighing heavily on him, you realize. The idea of being left alone.

“Are you afraid that without Ominis and I in your corner, you might get drawn into something worse..? Something you’d regret?”

“Maybe. I still intend to study the dark arts, to get better control over it. But without Anne I don’t have the same motivation as before. She was my other half, my best friend.”

You wince sympathetically, placing a hand on his shoulder, drawing it up and down the soft fabric of his robes in an attempt to comfort him.

“I can’t pretend I understand. Anne is wonderful, but I didn’t do all this for her.”

Sebastian furrows his brows. “If not for her, then why? Why did you go to such great lengths to help me?”

“Everyone I’ve ever cared about, has abandoned me, or died.” You don’t know where the words are coming from, but it feels like a dam has burst. “Everyone.”

You lift your hand from his shoulder, standing to pace near the fire, feeling its heat gracing your ankles as you walk.

“I know that you cared about Anne, that you love her. But she’s not dead yet, Sebastian. There’s still time for us to find a way to cure her, something that doesn’t involve blood sacrifices, or dark arts we can’t control. The people I’ve lost? They’re gone. I’ll never understand what it feels like for you, watching a part of yourself suffer in that way. But I do know what it feels like to be betrayed by family.”

Sebastian approaches you cautiously, as if you’re a wire about to snap.

“You’re talking about your childhood, aren’t you? The orphanage?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry. I know you’ve kept parts from me, but it can’t have been easy.”

“It wasn’t. I just-” your voice cracks, and you turn away, hiding the tears before they fall.

“I just need to feel wanted. Like someone cares about me. I want to find someone I can trust completely, who won’t force me to stand on my own.” You swallow, steeling yourself.

“When you drifted away, out of my reach, towards magic that I don’t understand, it broke me. It felt like I was right back to where I started. Back to reaching out in my sleep, begging my parents not to leave me behind.”

“I could be that, for you.”

“What?” you quickly wipe your eyes, looking back at him. He’s standing straight, staring at you with a steely resolve that you’ve rarely seen on him.

“I could be the person that stands by your side. That you could trust. I know I’ve made some mistakes…” Sebastian rubs the back of his neck, guilt still radiating off him in waves. “I’ve made mistakes, but…”

He comes closer to you then, gripping your forearms tightly.

“Listen to me. I would never hurt you. You can trust me. After everything you’ve done for me, everything you are… how could I ever leave you?”

You suck in a breath. Here is Sebastian, admitting that you’re one of the three people in the entire world he cares about. That he wants you by his side.

“I.. thank you, Sebastian. I appreciate it.”

Sebastian stares at you, looking for something. You feel yourself heat under his gaze, wondering whether or not he believes you.

“Why do you think I go on quests with you? Spend so much time with you? Do you think it’s out of the goodness of my heart?”

“No… I thought that maybe… you wanted to learn more about ancient magic? That you needed it for something, thought it might help you cure Anne.”

He looks slightly affronted at this. “You think I was just using you? This whole time? That I don’t care about you?”

“No, that’s not it. I know you care. We’re friends.”

“Friends.” Sebastian laughs, incredulously.

“Have you not been paying any attention to the way I’ve been looking at you, this entire school year?”

Your heartbeat races. Are you about to have a heart attack? You don’t know where to look, the eye contact is too intense and you need to leave, you need to get out of here -

“Look at me.”

Sebastian lifts one hand to your face, turning your head, so gentle, despite all the anger you know simmers inside him.

“It’s different with you. I … like you. I want to be there for you, for you to depend on me. You can depend on me.”

It feels like every muscle in your body has frozen. You don’t attempt to speak.

“If you choose me.. I promise, I will never let you down again.”

It overwhelms you, the feelings you have for Sebastian. Everything that you would do for him. It feels all-consuming, the way that you take on his problems as if they were your own. Now he’s saying you can depend on him, that you don’t have to struggle through this alone.

You gently place your hands above his where they rest on your face, and lean forward. The kiss is feather-light, Sebastian doesn’t even seem to register it at first, but then he grips on to you. You feel like you’re falling.

Author’s Note: I don’t have a PS5 myself / have been using my friends, so my knowledge of this game is going to be a lot more limited than other writers. I can only write the characters as I see them, and I enjoy doing so, but things like detailed lore, specific plot points etc. might have inaccuracies. So if that’s vital to people, they should look for writing elsewhere.

[madhatterbri]

Together | Bayley

Summary: After her "friends" in Damage CTRL don't help her, you try your best to make her feel better.

Author's Note: If yall see a grown ass woman cry when Bayley comes out at Royal Rumble mind ya business.

Pure fiction.

You couldn't quite describe what it feels like to watch the woman you love get betrayed on live TV. Despite clearly needing help, no one in Damage CTRL helped her out. She tried her best to keep it together, but you could tell she was crumbling. You wished more than anything that you could cheer her up. After she lost, your mouth hung open.

Your phone rang a couple of minutes. A heartbreakingly simple 'hey babe' made your throat tighten. She sounded so broken and worried. You would have traded anything to be able to comfort her.

"Hey," you strained in a whisper. "You looked beautiful tonight,"

She snorted briefly. Despite her faction falling apart, you always found a way to try and make her feel better. "Yeah. I wish you were here,"

"Me too. I would have jumped the barricades and saved you. Bianca's KOD got nothing on me," you spoke valiantly. When you were met with silence on the other line you asked the burning question. "Is everything okay in your group?"

"I'm not sure. They haven't really talked to me after the match. It is like they are avoiding me," she confessed. "I haven't been able to find them yet,"

"You need to have a talk with them, babe. You know communication is so important," you advised her. Maybe the five of them having an open floor would do some good. Clear out the air so they can continue causing havoc in the women's division.

"I think you are right. Hey, I just found them talking. I'm going to do just that," she informed you. She still sounded so down. "I'll talk to you later,"

She hung up before you could say another word. You placed your phone on the table and watched the rest of the show seething. Despite Bayley trying to communicate her feelings, Koda was gaslighting her. You couldn't wait until Bayley came home.

Days later, the sound of the front door opening and closing woke you from your sleep. You looked at the clock on the nightstand. 10:30. The television lights flickered in your room. Michael Scott was causing shenanigans in The Office.

"Did I wake you?" Your girlfriend asked, worried, once she stepped inside of the bedroom.

"It's fine," you assured and patted the spot on the bed in front of you. "I wanted to see you when you got home. I missed you,"

Bayley smiled and kissed you before laying in between you and the television. She rested her head on your arm. Your other hand rubbed the tension in her back away. You watched The Office together. Before long, you will fell in a peaceful sleep together.

[thebeanofdoom]

Spreading the SoapGaz agenda

I've noticed a critical lack of SoapGaz content in the CoD fandom so I'm determined to fill that hole myself, even if it takes me ages. So, here, have some headcanons that I've made up in my little gremlin brain.

Gaz was the first to fall in love with Soap and he realized it while watching the Scot try and balance various items on a sleeping Price's hat without waking him up

Soap on the other hand didn't realize he was in love with his best friend until said best friend almost took another tumble out of a chopper if Soap hadn't lurched forward and pulled him back by the front of his vest, toppling them both back onto the floor of the chopper and making Gaz land on top of him

Cue the gay panic of having our pretty boy Gaz right on top of him, add to that a big dose of adrenaline and Gaz thanking him in a breathless voice and there you have it: one gay as hell Scotsman by the name of Soap McTavish

Neither of them wanted to confess for fear of ruining their friendship, but Gaz especially had a problem keeping his feelings for the Scot under wraps so he went to Price to rant and rave about how "He smiled at me when we sparred and it was so worth the fist to the jaw"

Price doesn't get paid enough to deal with this

It all ends when Soap forgets one of his journals on a table in their rec room, going off to do sth else and Gaz walked in and saw it

Now, usually Gaz would never look at Soap's journal without his express permission but the Scot had been extremely jumpy lately, whenever Gaz got too close to him while he was sketching Lord knows what, so he was a lot tiny bit curious

He quickly checked if anyone was around before picking the journal up and it flipped open on the most recent drawing

Gaz froze when he saw himself on the page, a simple black and white pencil drawing of his face in various angles, smiling, frowning, concentrated

Was this how Soap saw him? And then he noticed something scribbled at the bottom of the page and his heart damn near beat out of his chest

There, at the bottom of the page were what seemed to be song lyrics: All my emotions feel like explosions when you are around

"Gaz?" Said man startled as he heard Soap's voice behind him. He didn't even try to hide the journal in his hand, his heart almost beating out of his chest as he turned to the man of his affections

Soap's gaze dropped to the journal in Gaz' hand, specifically what page the other man had been looking at and flushed a very attractive shade of red

Soap tried to get out some kind of explanation but he didn't get far before Gaz stepped closer in big strides, grabbed the Scot by the shirt and pulled him into a kiss

"I like you too," Gaz murmured after they broke apart, resting their foreheads against each other and gazing into each other's eyes

"That's what I was hoping this kiss meant," Soap smiled

After that they became the sickeningly sweet couple that would give anyone diabetes from how disgustingly cute they were together (Ghost's words)

Price was just glad he didn't have to listen to Gaz rant about Soap's stupid mohawk that "the fucker somehow managed to pull off" or how sexy the Scot looked while lifting weights

To get revenge Price sat them all down and proceeded to pull out a safe sex lecture, including a powerpoint and free condoms

"No! Absolutely the fuck not! I got the talk from mah father once, never again!" Soap yelled, cherry red in the face and dragged a similarly mortified Gaz out of the room with him while Ghost cackled like a madman (he did grab the free condoms on the way out though :))

So, this kind of ran away with me and turned into more of a "getting together" ficlet but oh well, what can you do. I hope you liked it and if you got any other ideas for short fics, headcanons or otherwise CoD related shenanigans, come yell at me in my asks

[marlymckitten]

Hi! This is the first time I am writing to you and I am so glad that there are blackinnon shippers🥹 but I can’t find good fanfic blackinnon writers. Can you please recommend some who write blackinnon on Tumblr these days as well?

Hi lovely anon, thanks for the ask!

Unfortunately I couldn't really find any active Blackinnon writers but I've created a list of some of my favorite mini fics and oneshots from some great Blackinnon writers (not sure whether they're still active) which I hope you'll enjoy :)

Happy reading!

Park Meeting (Muggle AU) | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | by @areyouseriouspadfoot

Alternate Universe where Sirius adopts Harry after James and Lily die, meets and bonds with Marlene through a bunch of shenanigans including his godson.

Sirius Knew What War Meant | by @hokeytheelf

Sirius mourns Marlene after she is killed in the war.

I Think I Like This Jealous Sirius | by @hokeytheelf

Sirius gets jealous seeing other men fancy Marlene and decides that he's ignored his feelings for her long enough.

Freudian Slip | by @hey-there-juliet

Sirius begins to realize that he likes Marlene as more than a friend.

Blackinnon on the Hogwarts Express | by @blacklilyqueen

Sirius and Marlene get a little steamy on the Hogwarts Express after spending a summer apart. (⚠️: smut)

Star Crossed (10 Chapter Fic) | by @blacklilyqueen

Sirius and Marlene spend most of their childhood with one another in the same pureblood circles but once they start school at Hogwarts, their newfound freedom allows them to find a deeper meaning to their life-long relationship. (⚠️: some chapters include smut)

Blackinnon Drabble | by @marlmckitten

Years of insults slowly turn into flirting as Sirius and Marlene realize there's a fine line between hate and love.

Just Keep Running | by @hokeytheelf

11-year-olds Marlene and Sirius have a chaotic first meeting on Platform 9¾.

A Drunken Tradition | by @hokeytheelf

Marlene sits out at a Gryffindor party and Sirius comforts her.

I Know | by @hokeytheelf

First time saying "I love you" to each other.

First Time Telling | by @marlmckitten

When Marlene gets a boyfriend, Sirius realizes he wants to be a lot more than "just a friend".

Accio True Love | by @j-ily-potter

Marlene feels hopeless watching James and Lily date and casts a spell to try to find her own soul mate.

Blackinnon Coffee Co. | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | by @marlmckitten

Muggle AU. Sirius is the son of the CEO of the successful Blackstar Coffee chain and Marlene, working as a barista at one of their coffee shops is a little too hot-headed for her own good. When she loses her temper at their first meeting, she fully expects to lose her job, not gain a date.

He Looked at Her the Way All Women Want to be Looked At By A Man | by @marlmckitten

Post-Azkaban Sirius finds an old photo of Marlene and the Order at Grimmauld Place.

Blackinnon Drabble | by @blackinnonismylife (deactivated)

Marlene and Sirius are so eager to see each other after the winter holiday that they totally ignore their decision to keep their relationship a secret, much to the shock of all their friends.

Blackinnon Oneshot | by @marlmckitten

After casually dating for a while (and pining after her for 5 years) Sirius realizes he's falling in love with Marlene.

Marlene's Death | by @brokentoasterrr

Sirius mourns on the night of the tragedy.

Amalgamation | by @matrixaffiliate

AU where Marlene lives and the first thing Sirius does when he escapes from Azkaban is find her.

Sirius Remembered | by @scented-books

Sirius' memories of his life flash before his eyes before he passes beyond the curtain into the waiting arms of those he's lost.

Accidental Pregnancy | by @marlmckitten

Marlene finds out she's pregnant and wonders how to tell Sirius.

[nierly-amazing]

Open the Memory Cage: Chapter 24: Shenanigans

Thank you so so much to jJohn313 for being a huge support and kickstarting me into writing again! This still would be in fic limbo (heh) if not for him!

Summary:

Take two…three…four…seven…eight…

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Chapter Text

“Don’t you think it’s a little weird to be meddling in someone’s love life like this?” A2 grunted and handed 9S a bag of fruit. “How many picnics have you had so far?”

“We’re not—” 9S snapped. “I mean, we’re trying to—” he slams the lid of the picnic box. “Shut up.”

A2 shrugged and walked off. 

11S rolled toward them on an old office chair. "Let's see. So far you've been to the flower fields, the cool spot by the factory where you got attacked by seagulls, the amusement park where you all nearly got killed by that bunny robot..." He leaned back in his chair which gave a threatening creak. "...the spot by the desert where Jackass was testing her new explosives..."

"Yes, we remember," 9S sighed.

11S continued as if he didn't hear him. "...the entrance to the Forest Kingdom because you remembered 21O and 6O can't reach the library without falling apart, aaand the desert oasis that got hit by a sandstorm."

9S glared.

"Okay, geez." 11S rolled away.

“A2 does have a point,” 2B said. She casually slipped a few sandwiches behind the shelves. “Should we really be doing this?”

“It’s fine, it’s for the greater good!”

“The greater good? What do you mean?”

“Don’t worry about it, let’s go!”

6O dug into the bowl of apples and settled herself on the frayed, vaguely plaid blanket. “Thank you so so much for inviting us to another picnic!” she beamed.

“Of course!” 9S said with a mouthful of PBJLT. He scrunched his face up while swallowing the mess.

The Scanners had gotten more creative with sandwiches for their picnic since the previous attempt was less than impressive. Since they lacked the old recipes for condiments, they had to make do with whatever substitutions they could get their hands on. Plus, the thought of killing an animal to put part of its flesh on some bread when they didn’t need to eat seemed—as 42S put it lightly—pretty fucking disturbing.

9S was skeptical at first at the choice, but 13S and 14S assured him they taste-tested them beforehand. 

I don’t think they know that ‘taste-testing’ means making sure it passes the test. He quickly washed it down with a glass of fresh-squeezed juice. 

At least the drink was good, if a bit chunky.

2B and the Operators each took a sandwich. The Operators quickly tossed theirs behind them when they thought no one was looking but 2B took a few small bites from hers. She made an expression 9S couldn’t decipher and set it back on the plate.

After a bit of idle chit-chat, 9S messaged Anemone to call. Thankfully, it came a lot sooner than before. 

“ Geez , Anemone, why do you have to keep calling during our picnics like that? Can’t it wait?” He faked a heavy sigh.

“What do you mean, this was your id—”

“Right! We’ll be there in ten!” He nearly batted his pod out of the air to close the channel.

The Operators both tilted their heads at him.

“I’m so sorry, Anemone needs us again. It’s so inconvenient!”

“What did she need you for?” 6O asked.

“I dunno but it sounds important.”

21O simply looked at him then at 6O. They shrugged.

9S stood and dusted crumbs off himself before he grabbed 2B and turned on his heels. “We’ll be back ASAP! Bye!” They took off at a brisk pace toward the nearest building, dodged behind it, and waited. And waited. And waited. Again, nothing happened. The Operators kept nibbling on the fruit only and engaged in what seemed like small talk. 

9S sighed louder than he anticipated. 2B gave him a questioning hum.

“Man, I know these things take time and like I’ve said before we just gotta be patient with them but maaaaaaan.”

“Maybe we can stay the whole time next time,” 2B offered as she peeked out at them.

“Well, they definitely won't say anything in front of us.”

“No, I mean,” she paused and leaned back toward him, “I would like to have just one uninterrupted picnic to spend time with all of you.”

9S sat up straight. “Oh.” He shifted his gaze to a trail of ants on the wall. “Ohhh, 2B I’m sorry. I didn’t even think about that. I was so focused, I didn’t—”

“Nines, it’s not that big of a deal,” 2B snorted. 

“You sure? I feel like I’ve been messing up a lot lately.”

“I’m sure. It’s nothing compared to what I’ve—”

“Hey!” 9S put his hand over her mouth. “Don’t talk like that!”

2B whined.

“ 2B ,” he pouted.

“Okay,” she said, muffled through his fingers.

He pulled his hand back and bumped his forehead against hers. She blushed.

After a minute 2B spoke up. “You know, if I can’t say things like that you can’t either.”

“What?”

“You can’t say you’ve messed up like that.”

“But that’s not the same! That—” 2B slapped her hand over his mouth. “Hey!” 

“ Nines, ” she said in the same tone he did.

“Yeah, yeah.”

2B snorted and headbutted him.

9S headbutted her back, pushed her against the wall, and pressed his knee between her legs. Her arms slid up his back as he leaned in for a kiss. 

“I love you, 2B, don’t ever forget that.” He pressed his fingers to her thigh.

“I love you too, Nines. But…” She grabbed his hand.

“Hm?” He leaned back and looked at her with half-lidded eyes.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Oh, right.” He coughed and shifted his legs. “Anyway, you’re right, let’s just have a normal picnic next time!”

---

The next picnic was not, in fact, a normal picnic.

“How was I supposed to know we set up between a moose and her baby?” 9S exclaimed over the ruins of their picnic. “Pod only scans for machines, not wildlife!”

“You still picked the spot, son .” 21O crossed her arms.

“Not sure I like you saying it that way.”

“It’s fine you two!” 6O said while she rubbed her wrist. “The moose didn’t hit me, I just fell! It doesn't hurt that bad. It's not like I have glass bones or paper skin or anything!” 

“Still, we need to be careful,” 21O sighed. She turned back to 9S. “ You need to be more mindful when choosing a location. Might I remind you what happened last time...times.”

“Hey, why are you singling me out? 2B helped pick—” His words caught in his throat.

2B looked at him with a frown.

“Er—sorry, 2B. It’s not anybody’s fault. Let’s just find a new place before the moose decides to come back with reinforcements.”

“Fine,” 21O huffed.

6O sighed. 

2B finished bagging up all the supplies in their muddied picnic blanket and threw it over her shoulders. It hit her back with a loud crunch.

“Oops.”

9S held back a groan.

---

They re-set up at the top of a shrubby hill and dusted off the surviving fruits. 9S nestled himself in 2B’s lap and popped a cherry in her mouth. She bit down a little and her expression softened as the sweet juice flowed into her mouth. And then…

Crunch.

9S sat up. 2B kept crunching but tilted her head at him. He bit his lip.

“Nines?” She swallowed.

“Nothing, it’s fine.” He gave her another cherry.

6O and 21O each took a handful of cherries.

Crunch.

9S cringed. The crunching continued. Inside him a battle waged. He picked up another cherry. He looked to 2B, 6O, and 21O as they happily munched and crunched the stony pits. He looked back to the cherry, shrugged, popped it in his mouth, and bit down.

Crunch. 

Well, at least their teeth weren’t made of chalk or anything. 

“Wow, humans sure had strong teeth to be able to eat lots of these,” 6O mused between crunches.

“...Yeah,” 9S said. “Y’know, I kinda prefer it without the seed.” He spat one out into the grass. He nodded. “Mmm, much better! Try it!”

6O and 21O shrugged and spat theirs out too. 

“Agreed,” 21O said after a moment. 6O nodded, too.

“I like the crunch,” 2B said and popped another in her mouth.

Crunch.

9S bit the inside of his lip.

“Hey, 2B?”

“Hm?”

“I bet I can spit this further than you can!” He aimed and fired a seed into some bushes a few meters away.

2B’s eyes lit up and she immediately shot her seed out further than he could ever dream of, which sprayed him with cherry bits in the process.

She covered her mouth. “Sorry!”

9S snorted and wiped his face. He began to laugh. He grabbed another cherry and shot its seed after 2B’s, much further than before but nowhere near hers. He coughed on a bit of juice and tried again, still laughing.

6O joined in, then 2B; they took more cherries and shot the pits out over and over. A warm feeling grew inside him and he leaned against 2B. She hummed and leaned back but only until she got another cherry. She angled her head with laser precision and launched the seed.

“Come on, 21O!” 6O nudged her. “Join us!”

“I don’t see wh—” She rolled a cherry between her fingers and looked at the others smiling like dorks. A small smile grew on her face. “Oh hell, why not?” She popped the cherry in her mouth and with a deep breath launched the whole thing a few meters away. A small bird sitting in the brush nearby pounced and flew off with the treat.

“Good enough,” 9S chuckled. He leaned against 2B once more and hooked his arm around her for support. 21O huffed and tried again. 

9S felt something welling up in his chest. “I’m really glad you came back to us,” he hummed. “I missed this.”

21O raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean? We’ve never done this before.”

“I mean like…” He pinched his chin. “I don’t know how to explain it. I know we haven’t done anything like this but it feels right. Like in another universe, this would have been a normal experience for us.”

“Yeah, I feel that,” 6O nodded. “Despite being so distanced from each other back with YorHa, there was still that feeling of…family.” She looked at 21O but looked away when she returned her gaze.

2B pulled 9S closer to her. She didn’t speak but the look on her face made 9S feel warm. 

“Despite everything,” 9S murmured, “the four of us still managed to get out of this alive. More or less.”

21O wiped her eyes and nodded. “Despite everything, we’re still here.”

---

How was the picnic?

It was great!

We shot cherry seeds from our mouths.

Ah. Ok. Did they confess finally?

No. But we might be getting close. Maybe.

You gotta invite us next time.

Yeah, we’re kinda jealous. You have all that good food all to yourselves.

Well, there is a lot of food, yes.

You’ve had six picnics and never with ussssssssss!

What’s stopping you from having your own?

…Good point.

We’re gonna need more supplies.

Easy peasy! I’m a pro at these things now!

Anyway! They’re gonna start getting suspicious about you leaving all the time if they haven’t already.

Do you think it’s time?

For the ultimate romantic getaway?

The what? Oh, the Lunar Tears?

Yeah, why haven’t you gone there already? That’s like the easy way to get a confession from at least one of them.

True, but I’m worried if that doesn’t work then nothing will.

Maybe just leave them be after this.

Nobody asked you.

Knock it off. 

Hmph.

She’s right though. If this doesn’t work then give them a break for a while and see what happens.

I guess. Well, let’s make sure this is The One.

We’re gonna need some candles and the best sandwiches we can create!

Just fruit is fine.

[mad-madam-m]

Just thinking about how much I love all the different parts of Tiger & Bunny for different reasons.

The Beginning: It’s so much fun! Like they condensed nearly everything that makes the early episodes entertaining into a 1.5-hour movie. Easy way to get a taste of the series without making a 25-episode commitment. My favorite scene remains all the heroes getting ready to hit the amusement park after the ill-advised gathering at the bar. I wouldn’t say start with it if you’re new to the series, but it’s my favorite thing to put on when I want T&B but I'm not feeling a full rewatch.

Tiger & Bunny: Literally everything I have ever wanted from a TV series, oh my God. Superheroes! A single dad! A forced partnership between two opposite characters! “I’ll never forget you wasted three minutes of my life” growing slowly closer over the course of 25 episodes to end up sobbing over the thought of living without each other, which is my favorite kind of character arc! The show slams its way through tropes like it’s trying to hit a blackout on a fic bingo board (single parent! accidental baby acquisition! amnesia! rivals to lovers!). Not to mention all the time put in to making us love each and every single one of the main characters and several of the minor ones, and the consistent theme that it’s not the powers that make a hero, but their heart. Just absolutely *chef’s kiss* perfect.

The Rising: God! GOD!! A canonical, professionally animated break up/make up fic??? The angst! The pining! The miscommunication stemming from Kotetsu’s own dismal view of his self-worth in light of his powers and how he believes he is holding Barnaby back! Barnaby desperately trying to convey how much he wants/needs Kotetsu in his life without holding him back! The soft looks on their faces when they’re finally reunited! NATHAN’S BACKSTORY! It’s two hours of angst with a deliriously happy ending and the scene where Barnaby and Kotetsu finally power up together and face off against the giant metal crab makes my heart sing.

Tiger & Bunny 2: You know, a lot of shows would fall back on the miscommunication clashes and conflicts that made them so successful in the first place. It worked once, so it should work again, right? But no. No. Tiger & Bunny recognized that what we wanted now was battle couple and married romcom shenanigans and holy mcfucking shit did they deliver. Whereas before a lot of the conflict from the series came from Barnaby and Kotetsu not fucking talking, here they are SOLID. They are UNITED. They TALK TO EACH OTHER. They are trying DESPERATELY to HAVE A GODDAMN DATE in the midst of helping their friends and trying to keep the city from falling apart. They have the most petty fights that drive their friends bonkers but is just how they say “I love you.” Twenty-five episodes of them being the most Married Partners that you ever did see and it ends with a promise to be partners forever. Cemented its place as my favorite anime ever.

I just. God. The anime of all time, y’all.

[jjungkookislife]

21 + 6 🥵 w jjk <3 🤭

thank you! :)

Next Door

pairing: ex-boyfriend!jungkook x reader

tw: exes to (maybe) lovers, making out

#21 “I fucking hate you”

#6 “Kiss me.”

A gasp escapes you when your back meets the icy wall behind you. Jungkook smirks, his hair falling over his eyes as his tongue plays with his lip ring.

"I fucking hate you," you huff, wanting to wipe the smirk off his stupidly handsome face. Jungkook chuckles, biting on his bottom lip and shrugging.

"I'm sure you do, but not more than I hate you."

You roll your eyes, soon shutting them when his lips press against your neck, nipping to make you groan as your fingers thread through his hair.

Jungkook had made you miserable from the moment you broke up; his doing. He couldn't leave shit alone. Even after you blocked him, he visited all your old spots, sometimes alone and sometimes with someone draped on his arm.

The cherry on top was three months ago when he moved in next door. You can't think of anything worse than sharing a bedroom wall with Jungkook. Explicit noises, obscene moans, and, of course, his stupid, stupid noises of pleasure that left you nearly sobbing the first few times you'd heard them.

You debated moving, but you couldn't get out of your lease without spending a shit ton of money, so you did the best next thing. You marched yourself over to his place, fueled by anger and leftover pizza.

"Can I help you?" He asked with a grin. He had thrown on his CK denim jacket, but his abs and CK boxers were visible.

"Can you stop making so much damn noise?" you huffed, almost stomping your foot. Jungkook just leaned against his door.

"Does it bother you?" he raised a dark brow.

"Obviously it does if I'm standing at your doorstep. Can you just keep it down?" you asked softly, your voice wavering and Jungkook immediately feels bad. His heart sinks. He never wanted to make you cry, and you were about to if your breathing and tone were any indications. He resists the urge to comfort you. Instead, he occupies his hands by running them through his hair.

"I'll keep it down," he promises and you turn on your heel before he can say anything else.

However, Jungkook doesn't keep it down. No. Instead, he starts doing karaoke in the middle of the night, again and again. He doesn't even hear when you bang on his door to tell him to knock it off. Thus starts your war of trying to drown out each other until tonight, when you couldn't take it anymore.

You were trying to watch a new season of your favorite show. You had raised the volume as loud as you could stand it without it giving you a headache, but you could still hear Jungkook next door. He'd been grunting and cursing, shouting seven repeatedly, and you were wondering what kind of kinky shenanigans he was up to in his living room.

Your confrontation hadn't gone as smoothly as you'd thought. You'd been frustrated, popped over in one of his old shirts and sweatpants, only realizing when he studied you once he opened the door.

"Can you stop fucking grunting so loud? What are you even doing?" you asked, trying to get a look into his apartment. He was dressed in black pants, a white shirt, and his fluffy hair tucked into a beanie. Not his usual hook-up outfit.

Jungkook's cheeks turn pink. "I was working out."

"Sure," you rolled your eyes as he let you into his apartment.

Somehow, you ended up arguing, kissing, and now you were pressed against the wall you shared.

"Fuck, Jungkook. Easy on the teeth," you warn as his tongue licks over the bite he's left on your skin.

"Pay attention to me," he all but whines as his gaze locks onto yours. "Kiss me."

You smile, cupping his face and mindful of his new piercing. Your lips press against his, a moan escaping yours when his tongue meets yours. You lose yourself in him, your hatred for him melting into lust, and maybe a little love.

[meluiloth]

Table of Contents

A masterlist of all my writing works, which you can read on my Quotev account, linked below:

Arcadian Artist | Quotev

Fanfictions:

❧Healing Hands The Lord of the Rings The clouds of war hang heavy over Rohan, stealing the life away from the once-proud city and its people. With the dead and injured crowding the House of Healing, Eyrell—the clinic's overseer—chooses to brave the dangerous task of traveling abroad to replenish the medicines her people need. Along the way, she stumbles into a world that is bigger, darker, and more dangerous than she even knew, and a perilous quest that may decide the fate of Middle-Earth itself. Amidst the struggle of battle, survival, morality, and the increasingly difficult task of keeping her new companions alive, Eyrell also deals with a growing love for the brave and steadfast Captain of Gondor... and a terrible gift that can only end in heartbreak. How much grief and death can the healer, as determined as she is gentle, take before she loses all hope? -Tenth Walker, Boromir romance, Tragedy -Complete

❧Traitor The Lord of the Rings Esandryya is an Uruk-Hai, a monster created for war and conquest—but she chooses to reject her brutal purpose and seeks a life of peace. Her search for a home leads her to Mirkwood, where she stumbles upon Legolas, who is both an old enemy and the Prince of the forest—and against all odds, she befriends him. Realizing that her life of bare survival is missing much more than she had thought at first, Esandryya embarks upon a quest to the Undying Lands. -Post-War of the Ring, Free Orc, No pairings -Complete -First part of The Outcast Trilogy

❧Misfit - The Lord of the Rings Culfin is a half-Elf who has lived most of his life with the Rangers of the North and his Human mother. His life is exciting, dangerous, and familiar—until he suffers the brutal loss of those closest to him. Devastated and directionless, he returns to Mirkwood to reconnect with his Elven father and heritage. But he does not receive the welcome he is hoping for. Old wounds are reopened, new wounds are dealt, and Culfin's life gradually begins to fall apart as he learns his hundreds of years of experience as a Ranger amount to little when compared to the Elves' wisdom and skills honed through centuries. He simply does not fit in, no matter how hard he tries... but the appearance of a rogue Orc in his kingdom might just be the opportunity he is looking for to prove himself. -Pre- and Post-War of the Ring, Canon isn't involved a lot, Angst -Ongoing, Updates Weekly on Sundays -Second part of The Outcast Trilogy

❧Short Stories from Middle-Earth, a compilation of one-shots about Tolkien's characters from The Lord of the Rings, The Silmarillion, The Hobbit, and more. -Ongoing, slow updates

❧A Fool's Errand The Lord of the Rings Rashune, an Orc from Mordor, is captured by the Elves of Rivendell when a scouting mission goes awry. Her punishment is to lead the Fellowship of the Ring to Mordor to destroy a weapon belonging to her master, and they do not care if she lives or dies. She hates them just as much – her only goal is to break free from her bonds and destroy them to avenge both herself and her brother, whom the Elves have killed. Will she succeed, or die trying? Or will she perhaps come to like these people more than she expected? When an Orc joins the Fellowship of the Ring, shenanigans ensue. -Tenth Walker, Orc Oc, No pairings -Ongoing, Updates Weekly on Fridays

❧Seeing Eye to Eye The Lord of the Rings Laegwen has always been alone in the darkness for as long as she can remember. She has been cast out by all of her people, forced to live in the shadows and the darkness. When an opportunity arrives for her to rise to power and fame by helping a fellowship cast a Ring into the fire, she decides to take it and risk everything---but what happens when the Dark lord himself pays attention to her like no one else has? will Laegwen stay with Legolas, Aragorn, Gandalf, Sam, Frodo, Merry, Pippin, Gimli, and Boromir even though they didn't like her anyways, or will she embrace the Darkness in her and join Sauron as his Queen? Disclaimer: This fic is a parody on common fanfiction tropes, not meant to be taken seriously. Think of it as the Mel Brooks of Lord of the Rings fanfiction. -Tenth Walker, Sauron Romance, Parody -Ongoing

If you're interested in any of these, I would love it if you read my stories, or asked/commented about them! I always love talking about my characters and stories.

Thanks for reading!

[brightblueflare]

The idea of an exiled Clan, that, no matter what its members do, slowly falls apart fascinates me.

The sheer potential for storytelling. The exploration of the characters' grief for the lost home, their fury at the other Clans' betrayal, the fear and desperation as the rats, floods, predators, hunger and sickness bring down their numbers one by one... Sky, the last member, completely alone, trying to keep the traditions and customs of the doomed SkyClan alive, but knowing his time's running out and that, when he dies, so will his Clan...

Then, all of a sudden, there's hope. Cats want to join the new SkyClan, his neighbors begin to be curious about his beliefs and traditions, there's now someone keeping him company. Skywatcher lived alone for most of his life, but now he has cats who love him or, at least, appreciate him. And, more symbolically, his name. For most of his life, his name was Sky, a reminder of what he never had, the last member of a forgotten Clan. But now, it's Skywatcher, rare as the -watcher suffix is, it's a Clan name, he has a Clan, SkyClan is alive.

Plus, the little detail that "Skywatcher" can mean looking at the sky, literally, or it can mean... watching over SkyClan, like a newly named warrior does on their vigil.

But, no matter how much I love SkyClan, I don't like Firestar's Quest.

The Firestar of this book is great. He's back to his shenanigans of defying StarClan to do the right thing and he even admits he misses his humans. I think the way he teaches Sparrowpelt and Cherrytail is a nice contrast to the way he teaches Cloudtail in Rising Storm. He's much more patient, and tries to give them good reasons for why they shouldn't do something (like bullying Sky, he gives them good examples of why Sky doesn't deserve their mockery).

But aside from that, this book is awful.

Firestar doesn't get over Spottedleaf, and Sandstorm has to resign herself to her husband still not being over his childhood crush on her fucking aunt (Redtail, Sandstorm's father, is littermates with Spottedleaf). The towncats don't have culture, the threat SkyClan faces is nothing anyone couldn't have solved (which actually can fall under the White Savior trope), Firestar learns nothing (I was partial to him realizing he can have a paw in both worlds, because there's no explanation to why he can't, so why can't that law be a method of control?), and the whole book stinks of colonialism.

There's nothing being replaced, like what the colonizers told themselves. They're bringing culture, instead of destroying the culture that already exists to replace it with their own.

Maybe I'm looking too much into things, but point is I don't like it.

(Details for the AU under the cut)

So, for the Blazing Sky AU, I'm gonna make a list of the things I want to change.

SkyClan isn't forgotten. The Forest Four remember and justify their exile, and the cats that live close to the gorge remember the "cats with cool names" that used to be their neighbors. This is important.

Rainfur, now Rainbloom to avoid conflict with the TC Rainfur from Goosefeather's Curse (and because we need more boys with flower/plant names), is named in honor of SkyClan and the cats from the gorge. His mother gave him a Clan name knowingly and on purpose. It's unknown wether she did it because she liked the names, or because someone important to her was a cat from the gorge. Either way, it's likely Rainbloom doesn't have SkyClan blood.

Echosong has SkyClan blood, but here she has training as a medic before she joins SkyClan. She's asked to join by someone, maybe Princess/Creekshine or Petalnose, instead of being guided there by dreams.

In general, many members of Modern SkyClan have Ancient SkyClan ancestry. Most, however, do not, or at least one that isn't known. This is something I want to make sure is clear. A Clan is a community, and the message is more powerful if not everyone has SkyClan blood, and instead came together to take care of each other, regardless of background, because that's what a community is for.

SkyClan diverges a lot from the Forest Four. Their ancestors followed a different, older version of the warrior code, and Modern SkyClan will add, remove and edit laws as they see fit.

Everything the members of the new Clan learn about Ancient SkyClan will be through Skywatcher, or a relative of theirs.

The cats have holidays and parties. There must be more to life than hunting and patrolling, or else there's no point in becoming part of a Clan.

The cats from town have different accents and some words differ a lot, but generally understand each other. However, the Clans have a different language due to their isolation.

Terms are changed. Seasons, cars, roads and the like are referred to by their human names, medicine cats are seers (and medics after the role splits in two in SkyClan). The Clans still use greenleaf, leafbare and the like, to point out the use of different languages.

The kitty xenophobia is called out, Daylight warriors are back, and Ancient SkyClan blood isn't necessary to join Modern SkyClan.

More varied familial relationships without neglecting friendships.

The cats outside the Clans have civilization and culture.

Queer cats, queer relationships and disabled characters my beloved.

The rats stay, I can't remove something so silly and funny and forgive myself for it, but they are getting significantly overhauled.

More or less, this is everything I'm changing about Firestar's Quest (aside from the obvious of Rusty/Firestar being younger and joining SkyClan instead of ThunderClan and Princess, Oliver and Smudge being there). I'll get into the details in another post.

I should probably explain the rats, instead of acting like everyone knows what's gonna happen...

[ogdoadfates]

College au Vaxleth shenanigans, don’t ask what spurred this in my mind because even I don’t know.

Vax drew patterns onto Keyleth’s arm as she lightly dozed with her head on his chest, their legs intertwined and resting above the covers. 

The only sounds he hears is the rain from outside, the occasional creak of the apartment and their breathing. It's a sweet lullaby that he knows he’ll never tire of and though it almost lulls him to sleep he keeps his eyes open and looking upon his lover's serene face.

He’s had an ever present smile for he doesn’t even know how long now and gods isn’t that a shock, he never knew he could be this relaxed, this happy. And yet here he is laying down with the human embodiment of the sun wrapped around him. 

Vax didn’t expect the night to go the way it did but he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. She always finds ways to surprise him and he damn wishes that never ends.

He remembers when he and Vex first met Keyleth. They’d just gotten out of classes when Vex had noticed there was a tear in her backpack and she was missing one of her textbooks, an expensive one at that. But before the twins could panic Keyleth had caught up with them and gave Vex her book back. Apparently she just got out of class as well and from across the street had seen the book fall.

Neither of the twins could have expected what that meeting would cause. They have a family now, an actual family filled with people who care about them and each other. After countlessly being told that they are worthless good for nothing bastards for the majority of their lives to being loved and cherished by this group of wondrous people. It gives Vax whiplash each time he thinks about it and now. Now he is dating the very person who changed his and his sister’s lives for the better, fuck it she GAVE them a life. 

Him and his sister would have never known the acceptance of a father like figure if she and Percy hadn’t invited them to go to her home town, as much as Vax doesn’t get along with him at times Vex found and got Percy a man who’ll actually treat her right and not like some inconsequential side piece, and for him? She chased away the shadows that threatened to consume him, all the bad deeds he’s done to help him and his sister survive haunt him but her light shines through and grabs him by his heartstrings to tell him time and time again that he’s a good person. That he deserves kindness, that he deserves love.

It takes him a moment to process that he's crying and he can’t help but laugh at the pure absurdity of the cards of fate he’s been played. Here he is laying on his bed in his and his twins shitty apartment with this amazing life changing woman, whose heart has accepted everything that he is and ever will be, who overcame her own fears to finally allow herself to be loved and express a love she’s never been able to do before.

 Unfortunately with his laughter comes Keyleth’s rise to consciousness, she blearily blinks her eyes trying to rid them of sleep. Looking at him tiredly at first then with worry as she notices his tears.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” He tells her, causing her to blush with a soft smile, shaking her head a little while silently chuckling before looking back at him with an adoring gaze.

“You’re pretty amazing yourself.” She says softly, taking her hands and thumbing away his tears, lovingly staring into his eyes. Vax reaches up and cups one of her hands, leaning forward and giving her a brief soft loving kiss before leaning his forehead against hers.

They stay like that for a while, breathing in each other's air and looking into one another's eyes. Vax smirks and shifts them suddenly to where he’s on top of her, their gaze still locked on each other as Keyleth’s blush spreads from the tip of her ears to her chest. He interlocks their hands, letting them rest on either side of her head. He leans forward, kissing her, afterwards leaning back just a smidge.

“I love you.” He pours his soul and very being into those simple three words. Keyleth stares up at him with love and awe.

“I love you too, Vax.” She says barely above a whisper. 

Vax knows this night will never leave his memory for as long as he lives and he’s never been so content with that notion before. He’ll forever love this kind and compassionate wildfire of a woman.

[neko-shinigxmi]

.: 5 Years of Purrfect Anarchy :.

Just as the title says! It’s been 5 years since this ship started...and it’s due time for the duo to mull over that. What it means...and how the future will go.

    “Can you believe it’s been 5 years already...? Where does the time go?”

    “Hopefully somewhere fun,” Wrench mused, fussing with the remote. “...Very fun. Hint, hint.” A beat of silence, before, “You know, in case you didn’t catch on what I was going for, I was trying to imply-”

    “You’re a dork.” Kat shot him a look from over their shoulder, but the grin on their face showed their true feelings. Well, not that “dork” had ever been anything less than a tool of shenanigans and tomfoolery; rare that words were ever weapons in their home. “You gotta keep ruining my lovey-dovey mood with your endless horny~?”

    Wrench, to his credit, just laughed. “C’mon, you knew what you signed up for! I’m nothing less than honest.”

    ...Kat gave him a long stare and a raised brow for that line. He didn’t even need to look at it for him to laugh harder; they sighed, rolled their eyes...but an affectionate smile remained on their lips, finishing tidying up the laundry- folded and all- before making their way back to their husband, sitting beside him on the couch. It was second nature for him, lifting his arm up so they could cozy under it.

    It was new to be dragged backwards- Wrench giving up on the controller for the time being- and getting a full hug-cuddle out of it. Eh, not that Kat was gonna complain about that; sighing in contentment and curling closer to him.

    For a time, it was quiet. His heartbeat in their ear, hands idly rubbing their back... It was easy to let their eyes fall shut for a moment or two, soaking in the comfortable quiet. The warmth in the apartment... Perhaps their kitten- Princess Leia- asleep somewhere. The shared bed most likely.

    The silence was eventually broken when he spoke up again, voice quiet and soft.

    “You try and tell me I would’ve been in the best relationship of my life 5 years ago, and I would’ve called ya a liar.” They blink at first, head tilting to look up to him. It’s not a wrong thought; Kat wouldn’t have imagined feeling so good all those years ago, either. Being alone, slowly estranged from family... It’d been rough. For Wrench... Just as much, if not a little more so.

    But looking up at him now... There’s a little hint of sadness in those eyes, but overwhelming it all is affection. So much of it that it chokes them up a little to see it. A reminder that, even through their awkward beginning and childish shenanigans... It all ended up here. Happiness built out of stubbornness, love, hard work, and the persistent comfort they repeatedly found in each other.

    “Not the only one,” they mused softly, a little joking...a little sincere. “Granted, less I would’ve expected to be this happy... More like you were kinda a dickish clown.” His eyes lit up, grinning as he chuckled, kissing the top of their head; right at the hairline, nuzzling there a moment.

    “Fuck, you got me there, baby. I was an asshole, huh?”

    “Tell me about it,” they ribbed, laughing. “You’re still an asshole, though. I just love you for it now.”

    “Sweet! I’m annoying and lovable!!” That got Kat to start cackling, head thrown back and body shaking at his delighted declaration. Yeah, the shenanigans never stopped in this house... Not that either would complain; especially Wrench, eyes widening in delight as Kat climbed over him, straddling his hips.

    “Mhm, the worst...but the best, too.” They knew their own expression; eyes just as soft as his had been earlier, though with that playful glimmer that- by his own admission- made his heart flutter. (To a sickening degree, he mused with a laugh. Don’t ever stop it, though.) “Best of me, best of you?”

    “I woulda thought I’m the worst,” he hummed, eyes glancing down. Admiring the view, looking away, hands rubbing their thighs... He could still be so shy sometimes. Like a teen who feels like he got in over his head; waiting for the perfect dream to end.

    He’s still gotta stop it, though. And Kat’s more than willing to get him outta his head; leaning forward so their hands can cup his cheeks, tilt his head back up to them.

    “You know how I feel about that, Reg,” they whisper softly. Thumbs stroking the roundness of his cheeks until those eyes flutter shut. “Even if you call yourself an idiot, you’re my idiot. Fuck everyone else, yeah? Don’t even listen to your own damn head; like you told me, once.”

    “Yeah,” he whispered, lip trembling for a moment before he swallowed it down; though his beautiful, cloudy-ocean colored eyes would flutter open shiny with raw emotion. “...You are the best of me, though, Rach. I’m so fuckin’ lucky to have you.”

    It’s been five years, and yet his hands over their own... It still makes their breath hitch. Rough in spots where callouses left their mark, but notably getting softer since they’d gotten together. Nuzzling into their small hands, smile wobbling.

    “You’re gonna make me cry,” Kat admitted, tone breathless. “Can’t keep doing that, Reggie...”

    “I’ll kiss them away,” he promised, eyes meeting theirs. “Kiss you all damn over, until your... Our heads shut up. You deserve the best, and fuck if I won’t keep meeting you there.”

    ...That got them; tears rising up as Kat laughed softly, then leaned forward. He took them into his embrace, kissing all over their face. Arms tightening a moment around their body, loosening to rub their back soothingly again. His breath with hints of soda and pizza; lunch for the two of them. Any other day, a thing that was gross and worth teasing him for... But of course, it’s a weirdly welcome one today. Mixed with the trance scents of old leather and metal and cars...

    It’s fucking love. In every corner of the both of them. Kat’s hands tighten their grip on his hoodie, sighing shakily.

    “Here’s to another year of us... Huh, Reggie?”

    “Forever, kitten,” he purred, pausing in his kisses to mutter it directly into their ear. “I gotcha forever...and every year that with it. Not getting rid of me.”

    A shared, breathless laugh between them...and they’d be curled up that way for awhile, yet.

Bonus:

    “Oh, and by the way,” Kat mentioned later, overseeing the pan-cooked chicken they were making for dinner that night. “I kinda thought I was overthinking things, so it took me awhile to confirm it... But my period’s been late. For two months.”

    “Damn... Is that good news or bad n-” Wrench wasn’t even able to finish his sentence before his eyes popped wide, accidentally slamming the pause button on his game to rush to the kitchen. (And almost falling over in the process; half-ramming his thigh into the dining table.) “WAIT. You’re not saying-?! That you-? That we’re-??”

    “Could be,” Kat hummed, unconcerned at the thought; smiling a little in amusement, even, eyes crinkling. They were both doing a lot better these days; if this was happening... “Gonna buy a test tomorrow.”

    “FUCK THAT,” Reggie screeched, running back for his shoes, keys, and mask. “I’m getting them TONIGHT. Finish making dinner! I’m getting them for you!!!”

[themculibrary]

Scott/Hope Masterlist

come over (we don’t need no reason why) (ao3) - anyorangeslices E, 39k

Summary: ‘Hope van Dyne really hates dating apps, but she doesn’t let that stop her from using them.’

Hope matches with Scott on Tinder. They try - and fail - to keep things casual.

Good Summer (ao3) - gnimmish T, 3k

Summary: Hope isn’t falling in love with Scott. (Really. She isn’t. Stop looking at her like that). But they have a good summer, anyway.

[Set between Ant-Man and the events of Civil War, a look into Hope and Scott’s relationship before Scott messed it up].

homefront (ao3) - CallicoKitten N/R, 2k

Summary: When it really came down to it, Hope has never seen herself as much of a team player.

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or, hope attempts to clean up after scott a little

Home (a place where you belong) (ao3) - casualwonderlust T, 10k

Summary: After the events of Ant-Man and the Wasp, starts off right at that cute scene between the Langs and Hope. Before that horrible mid-credits scene.

Hope and Scott rebuild. They become partners; they become family. This is their story.

I Can't Feel My Face (When I'm With You) (ao3) - inlovewithnight T, 2k

Summary: The dating quirks of the newly and nearly superheroic.

let's keep our eyes on the cracks (ao3) - napricot T, 9k

Summary: Y’all thought Captain Marvel was gonna save the avengers but it’s gonna be Ant Man crawling up Thanos bootyhole and expanding. Book it.

Five responses to how Scott Lang and the Avengers defeated Thanos and saved the universe, or: five ways of looking at a buttsplosion.

let's stay together (ao3) - bevioletskies T, 3k

Summary: For all his missteps and mishaps, Scott has been on pretty good terms with the Pym-Van Dyne family lately. That is, until Cassie started calling Hank "Grandpa".

Losing Time (ao3) - independentwriter137 G, 5k

Summary: If Scott Lang is confused most of the time, it’s only because absolutely none of what’s happening makes any sense. He kinda wants to point out that this time travelling plan sounds like it’s full of paradoxes and loops and all those things you’re supposed to avoid when you time travel (if this were a movie like Back to the Future, he’d even go so far as to say that the plan’s full of plot holes), but he keeps his mouth shut. What does he know anyway?

Out Of The Sky, Into The Flow (ao3) - Dorasolo M, 13k

Summary: Scott is about to promise Cassie the world, but Hope is still shaking her head and Luis is mouthing no, and with this A+ parenting team in his pocket, he chews his words thoughtfully instead.

Or, the Ant-Fam is having some post-Snap growing pains.

Philosophical Optimalism (ao3) - celluloid N/R, 6k

Summary: Philosophical optimalism: that this universe exists because it's better than the alternatives.

And if it isn't, well, then Scott Lang is going to try to make it that way.

sometimes it can weigh a ton (ao3) - CallicoKitten N/R, 2k

Summary: Anyway, the point is: Hope is awful with kids. Always has been, always will be and she's apparently picked the worst time ever to drop in on her not-boyfriend at his brand new Avenger-approved apartment.

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in which hope ends up babysitting cassie and turns out to not be all that terrible at it

So you're thinking of defying the government (ao3) - defcontwo, Dorasolo G, 6k

Summary: “Are you here because I sexually harassed you in 2012?" Cassie is friends with Captain America, Hope can do literally anything except cook, and Scott just wants to make sure everyone has enough enchiladas to eat.

Or: the one where Steve visits Cassie in San Francisco & shenanigans ensue.

spectral recreation (ao3) - Star_less T, 10k

Summary: No. He was done. He was done with all of this bullshit. It was… it was only meant to be a comfort thing while he was anxious. But now, the voices had gone and Janet had been yanked out of the Realm, so he had no need for any of this… this… stuff.

While on house arrest for his crimes, Scott starts hearing voices in his dreams… or specifically *a* voice, a voice he doesn’t quite know - a voice from another realm entirely. It freaks him out, and in a desperate search for a solution, he’s pushed toward an alternative cure. Enter Hank Pym and Hope Van Dyne, who throw the whole thing into jeopardy.

He’s programmed to replicate your daily routine. Nine hours in bed, five hours in front of the TV, two hours in the bathroom, whatever that’s about.

Strange, Impossible Things (ao3) - Dorasolo T, 8k

Summary: A small blossom of hope unfurls in his chest as Barton’s cell phone starts ringing. Scott is heartened to think that Hope is alive somewhere in San Francisco. Maybe she’s looking for him right now the way he’s been looking for her.

Endgame POV from the world’s greatest grandma.

The Little Hope’s Takeout (ao3) - ShinkaPlant G, 4k

Summary: When Hope is stuck at being 5 inches tall, she knew there’s not much to be done, except either helping her parents figuring out the problem(s) or sit around and do nothing…. Orrrrr Go dating the fourth time with her boyfriend, Scott Lang.

Totally the great idea she had in her mind (erm… Scott’s mind)!

What could possibly go wrong with an Size Differences date anyways?

then we could be heroes, just for one day (ao3) - katana_fleet T, 2k

Summary: The next six months are the best of Scott’s life. He’s free from house arrest (YES), they found Janet in the middle of the quantum realm (beyond cool), and nothing’s going wrong (here’s hoping he doesn’t jinx it).

He has Cassie and Hope. He’s free. He doesn’t need anything else.

The Right Time and The Perfect Place (ao3) - Dorasolo T, 7k

Summary: Hope bites her lip to keep from smiling at him. “I wasn’t staring. I was checking to make sure you’re all in one piece.”

“Well, am I?” He gives her a conceited little smirk that two months ago would have set her teeth on edge but now, it’s not so bad.

Or

That 2015 Ant-Man post-movie scene you wanted to see but didn’t.

This wonderful plan, without danger or loss (ao3) - derevko_child T, 19k

Summary: When she sees men in dark suits hovering by the front door, she immediately knows that at some point in the past few days, Scott Lang made a very poor life decision.

Wherein Hope and Hank argue their way to a search and rescue operation by breaking a few laws and encountering an Avenger or two.