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hhhecates · 3 years

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Modern AU! Genshin College Boys HCs pt 3

# — pairings: xiao x gn!reader

# — characters: gender neutral reader, xiao, venti, mentions of hu tao

# — summary: third and possibly final part of our college headcanons, of course with our soft grumpy boy xiao and as usual with some sketches at the end to help with the visual. Here you can read part 1 and part 2 if you’d like.^^

# — warnings: a whole lot of fluff, really wholesome, kissing and soft touches, xiao with piercings and tattoos yes that’s a whole warning, talks about chronic pain

# — tags: hc format, fluff, hurt/comfort, college au, canon divergence

# — notes: This is actually not one of the works I had previosly scheduled to upload,,, endo has really been kicking my ass in the last months, and well it got worse than usual so I got rushed to the hospital on Christmas day lol. Xiao is a character that brings me so much comfort and while I was there at the hospital I didn’t know what to do, so I wrote for him (that’s probably why this piece is a lil softer than what I usually write). Ahhh I’m so mad cause his rerun is coming soon and I probably won’t be able to get him (before albedo and now him too, what’s with the pretty boys hating me huhh). Writing this helped a lot, I know I said I’d be taking a break (for various reasons really) but writing for xiao, writing here in general, and interacting with the friends I have on here really keeps me going. I also want to thank everyone who sent me messages in my ask box and dms. I'm sorry I haven’t answered yet, the last few days have been really draining, but I promise you I read every single one and treasure all of them so so much. All of this being said, please do enjoy some of this soft xiao just for you!^^

- the whole campus is split between having a crush on him, cause have you seen him?? And being scared shitless of him because of how intimidating he looks. Not to mention that with how quiet but menacing and unapproachable he appears he's got quite a few rumors surrounding him actually I talked about this more in depth here;

- when I tell you no one, and I mean no one knows what the fuck is this boy's major;

- he follows so many courses that probably every single person on campus has seen him at least once in their classroom;

- xiao wears either big chunky and over-sized black hoodies that quite literally swallow him whole, or tight high neck sleeveless shirts and yes, even in the middle of winter, boy claims that he's not cold, and to be fair his skin is always sizzling hot to the touch, if you tell him that'd make him a great cuddle buddy, watch as he literally auto-combusts and flicks your forehead in mock annoyance;

- he absolutely fucking rocks street-style, loves cargo pants and turtlenecks, bucket hats and platform boots and shoes are his bread and butter. His favourite pair of pants is that one kind that zips open at the level of his thighs venti got them for him on Christmas as a gag gift, but surprisingly enough xiao ended up really liking it;

- venti is also his roommate and no one can wrap their heads around how these two ended up living together;

- venti is a walking hurricane and has the enthusiasm of someone constantly high on coffee and energy drinks, while xiao has,,, no energy left admittedly;

-you’d expect sweet, cheerful venti to be the soft one of the pair when he’s just devious really, but venti would beg to differ, knowing smirk on his pretty face, because it’s xiao who grumbles but acquiesces to braid venti’s hair when he’s too tired or lazy to do it himself, it’s xiao who chides and rolls his eyes, but makes sure hu tao and venti are okay, cup of water on their nightstand and some soup to heat up in the fridge when they come back from parties a little too drunk, and it’s still xiao who came home one late night, soaked to the bone, hair sticking stubbornly to his face, and a little calico kitten cradled oh so gently in his jacket;

-venti swears he found xiao talking to the cat, named Tofu by no other but xiao himself, xiao swears one of these days he’s going to beat venti up;

- xiao who only his roommate venti knows he's a dance major;

- in particular a ballet dance major with a double minor in music theory and computer programming (the latter just because after giving it a crack he quickly found out to have a flair for it);

- xiao who everyone thinks he's some sort of genius, but he's truly not. And people who do nothing but assume that he's got it easy actually piss him off so much;

- sure xiao can play flawlessly so many instruments: from guitar to flute to drums and the bass being his favourite. But he's not some music prodigy like venti is. He can't pick up strum patterns by only watching someone else play once, clumsy fingers stumbling and pinching the wrong chord. He can't manage his breath right on the very first try, his flute whistling awfully when he tries particularly hard allegretto. Oh, how ironic, even if he's a ballet dancer, he struggles with drum rhythm patterns, cause damn, how long it took until he could play a half decent half-time shuffle, and he still isn’t quite satisfied with his results just yet;

- and that's how you find him. Alone in the old theater, feet tucked neatly under the radiator to pull and pull and bend his bones at his own will. "You shouldn't do that." his head snaps in your direction at the abrupt sound of your voice, his gaze judgmental as he eyes you up and down. "And what do you know?" he fixes you harshly. You hop on the stage and sit next to him, far enough not to make him even more uncomfortable with your unwanted presence "I know that no perfect arch of your feet is worth weak ankles and possible long term injuries." you rummage through your bag and take out a tube of arnica cream, and what appears to be a feet roller. Xiao raises one eyebrow at you "You're a dancer." a statement. Not a question. You shake your head at him, purposeful laughter easily leaving your lips. "I'm not. I just used to take ballet when I was little." xiao's eyes dart between your figure and the tube of arnica you slid over the parquet to him "Were you any good?" you merely shrug, and sometimes reticence is more of an answer than words. And xiao understands. You were probably talented. Xiao envies you. "Did you like it?" he inquires again, one pitch lower "Oh hell no-- Hated it with everything I've got." he hums "Then why?" you mindlessly shrug again, it’s almost timid "To prove a point.". Xiao's gaze falls over to your lap, an open sketchbook resting there: doodles of the paintings adorning the walls of the theater hatched in dark graphite, the fresco on the ceiling prettily sketched out in vibrant cololured pencils. "You draw. That's... impressive." you laugh again, and it's different. Xiao recognizes it. It's an excuse. The same that falls from Xiao's lips when someone tells him that he's oh-so-talented. "It's not. Not for anyone who practiced as much as I did." there it is. "Then why?" xiao asks again and you grin, deceivingly sweet, and challenging, and fierce "To prove a point.". Xiao then almost reaches out to take the gel tube you gingerly offer him, fingers twitching expectantly at his side. "Take it. You won't forgive yourself if you make yourself hate what you once loved the most." xiao thinks, he wouldn't mind your company more often;

- xiao isn’t talkative, not at all, much preferring to ask you about your day, he likes knowing of the little details of your life rather than doing the speaking himself. However, if you push and pry just the right amount, gently coaxing him to speak with a silent but beaming smile, he finds himself opening up a little. He's awkward for the most part, stumbling clumsily on his sentences, it’s like forcing a swan to walk and not fly. You think it weird to see xiao being anything but graceful. Xiao’s not sure what you want to hear from him. It's more taciturn pauses and tongue-tied silence than actual speaking. But you don't take over, don't make it stifling, it's not the kind of silence that begs to be filled. You let him take his time, take a nice deep breath, share whatever thoughts comes up off the top of his head as you split some takeout or just laze around in one of your rooms;

- it's comforting. Xiao realizes. It nestles and burrows its way in his chest and makes it feel all warm and,,, whole. No room for staggering possibilities, you gently hold his hand in yours, your brows furrowed in concentration as you paint his nails a dark shade of teal “not black, not this once, let's change it up a little”, you had said before. You hum along to his ramblings of how C++ is his favourite programming language, you brush your lips against his knuckles, in teasing or encouragement, xiao will never know. What xiao knows though, is that his hand is still cradled in yours and he doesn't want you to let go;

- xiao picks you up after your lectures, surprises you by swooping right in when you step out of the classroom and pressing a nice warm drink from the cafeteria to your cheek in lieu of greeting, on hot days though, he switches it for a cool tea, huffs in amusement when you sigh at the sensation of sudden coolness against your face;

- xiao who sheepishly asks you if you can help him dye his hair. He's laying on the fluffy carpet of his room, tugging at his locks and gauging at how much his roots are actually showing. He looks so tired, dance practice being harder than usual lately. And you're quick to indulge him: that's how you find yourself at 3 in the morning with your hands covered in teal dye you gave up on the gloves long ago and while you're attempting at using the brush, xiao squirming around doesn't make it any easier. He swears he's not ticklish, but you don't think you can believe him when his sleepy giggles and gasps fill the room as you accidentally you get some of the dye on the back of his neck;

- the week after, still in xiao's room, still at 3 am, you find yourself asking him if he could dye your hair for you too. He looks at you weirdly, but 30 minutes later you're at the nearest convenience store, stumbling in the empty aisles and tugging xiao along by the hand. As you browse the hair dye section how is it that there's such a wide choice too you ask xiao to pick for you, and you giggle when you see his eyes, dazed with sleep, focus and narrow, taking very much too seriously the task at hand;

- xiao lets you fiddle and play around with the chunky rings adorning his fingers, he won’t really hold you hand, but it’s almost there, one breath away, as he relishes how your digits trace over the funky designs of his rings, twist and pull and take them off just to see if they fit on another finger or your own. He sometimes is bold enough to take them off himself and put it on you, but you always whine after awhile, because they look better on him, and admittedly they’re are so clunky it’s nearly impossible not to feel uncomfortable after wearing them even for a short time. Xiao takes notice, of course he does, of the way you unconsciously pout when you give them back to him, like you don’t want to part with them just yet. So he adds a simple but elegant one to the mix, a slender and thin silver band that fits so well on your fingers it makes him almost crack a smile. He likes the way you hum in approval when he puts it on you the first time, likes it even more when you don’t give it back as you usually do but give him a silent mumble of “I’m gonna keep it”. And you do, though you don’t stop fidgeting with his rings too, and sometimes you slide your new acquired one back on xiao’s own digits just to have him grumble and put it back on yours again and again;

- xiao who’s obsessed with platform shoes like come on, they make him taller. And no matter if you’re taller, shorter or the same height, every day it’s a competition of who wears the tallest platforms and maybe even who’s the tallest that day (yes xiao once almost did break an ankle because he wore boots too high. Venti still brings it up every so often for his chagrin too);

- xiao who can't keep his hands still, blames it both on being a dancer and playing so many instruments. He practices whole choreographies with swift swoops of his fingers, twist his longer locks of hair until they're all knotted up and he has to ask you to brush it out for him, xiao drums paint-chipped nails on every surface possible, playing out his favourite tunes and trying out new ones as well. It gets even worse when he's nervous: xiao picks and tugs and scratches at his skin, sometimes even leaving bloody trails along his cuticles. So when it happens, when his groovy pattering turns into brassy rapping, you take his hand in yours, trace soothing circles on his knuckles and gently tap his currently favourite song on his palm. The effect is immediate, xiao's shoulders drop all of the tension, and a funky smile or at least a lame attempt at hiding one gently takes over his features. Careful though, because now you'll be subject to xiao's tapping. Whenever he's anxious, or upset, or even just tired after one long day of classes, xiao starts tapping at your knee, soft touches trailing up to the skin of your thigh, your hip, if he's feeling playful enough your ribs to tickle you yes, but he'll never admit it though. He drums along your favourite songs now, because he knows, xiao knows he can count on you to play his favourite songs on his skin too;

- xiao who has a lisp, he very much embarrassedly told you he used to have braces back in high-school, he struggles to get his Ls and Rs right sometimes, and whenever he stumbles upon the same word multiple times in a row he would get all huffy and quiet, brows furrowing as he looks down. You cup his cheeks and kiss the corner of his lips, just where air would escape them and cause his lisp, and when you see how the frown softens you add another fleeting one on his lips just for yourself. He is so quick to melt in your embrace then, but please, don’t make him look at you in the eyes while he hides away in the crook of your neck;

- xiao's,,, not good with touch. He's halfway between utterly touch repulsed and grossly touch starved. His hands tremble when he does anything that's not dancing or programming. That's only where xiao's certitude lay: in the assured outcome of every of his leaps and twirls on stage and the numbers and letters on his computer screen. When it comes to anything else,,, xiao is quite lost. Still he feels it. Xiao always wants, needs you close to him when you’re out and about, he won’t accept you standing more than two feet away, hand hovering the small of your back, if the place is crowded, he also won’t accept you sitting anywhere but tucked against his side, nose nuzzling in your hair, or temple, or neck, xiao’s akin to a cat and he will headbutt you for affection;

- xiao also has developed the habit to brush the hair from your nape, gently blowing at the skin there and tracing your spine with his blunt nails. The first time he did it because your hair was sticking to your neck, though your startled reaction was much more of a reward. Oh- who knew xiao could be so teasing, because now that’s his favourite and only way to greet you. And no, he doesn’t feel guilty at all at the way you jump and squirm, he’s got his hands hovering around your waist to stabilize you anyways. You’re safe with him, not so safe from the teasing though;

- xiao actually suffers from chronic pains, and his strict ballet routine doesn't make it any better. There are days when xiao can hardly get out of bed from the pain that courses through his limbs. Xiao's very very far from being selfish, but on these days, you'll find him clinging a little harder at the hem of your shirt when you try to get started for your day. "Please." xiao ashamedly mumbles, and nothing else, because he won't ask you to stay, but you understand not that you were planning to leave him like this anytime soon anyways. On these occasions xiao will turn even quieter than usual, but surprisingly enough his inhibition seem to melt away as well. He'll spend the day with his head buried in your stomach or neck, fidgety and restless hands crawling under your shirt and running circles on your skin in search of comfort. Unfortunately your embrace alone can't make it better, xiao knows it, but as his eyelids grow heavy and he noses deeper in the skin of your collarbone, xiao thinks that no matter how much it hurts, if it's in your arms, at least it'll always be safe;

- xiao who is covered in tattoos. He's got his whole arm tattooed, pretty and abstract design wrapping all the way his knuckles, and up, up to his shoulder blade. Xiao doesn't really hide them except on official ballet performances when his professors advise him to you always tease him about how much of a good boy, of a good student he is, he groans and tries to ignore you, but the blush adorning his face says otherwise. However you only discover the full extent of his tattoos one lazy afternoon spent in his dorm room, while you're reviewing your notes on his bed, and he's sitting next to you, plucking at his bass, long comfortable with letting you hear him play. And then you see it, through the low cut sleeves of his top, the pretty pretty ink engraved on the skin of his ribs, winding down the planes of his abdomen. You don't realize you reached your hand out to trace the design with your own fingers until he gasps and recoils, but doesn't shy away from your touch. A half-hearted apology falls from your lips, and he just shakes his head but shuffles a little closer. "They're really pretty" xiao meekly hums in acknowledgement, then he takes a pause "Aren't you going to ask me what they mean?" you mull it over for a few seconds, then merely shrug "It doesn't have to have a meaning. It's pretty as it is." a questioning noise leaves his throat, halfway between startled and inquisitive "Doesn't art that's just pretty tend to be superficial?" and when xiao asks that, his voice is almost timid "Perhaps. But just because it's superficial, it doesn't make it any less valid. Art that's pretty, art that's meaningful, art that's both or neither. They can all stand on their own." xiao takes in your words greedily. He teeters even closer, then he resumes playing;

- xiao's got quite a few piercings as well. Aside from your classic ear piercings, he's got a couple of labrets and a bridge piercing too. And you thought that was it. But oh- how wrong were you. And you discover it the first time he properly kisses you. With his hands so softly cradling your jaw, thumb tracing reverent circles on your skin, you shiver against his lips and only then, when his tongue prods your lips open to find home in your mouth, you whimper and gasp, gripping at his shoulder and pulling him away, much for his displeasure and well, your own as well "YOU HAVE A TONGUE PIERCING?" you whisper-yell, trying to ignore the way xiao is still trying to tug you closer, and he does, because you're too weak to resist those glazed eyes of his, too weak when he's still staring at your lips, nose nuzzling your own. Xiao just hums dismissively, and apparently that's all the confirmation you need before your lips meet his own halfway. Only then the fog enveloping his mind seems to clear, if just for a mere second, xiao cracks out an apology, asks under his breath if kissing him with all his piercings hurt, he mumbles close close close against your mouth, you feel the words he utters resting on your tongue, xiao refuses to pull away even when you're both breathless. You shake your head hastily and pull him to you again because kissing xiao feels like a shipwreck and he's holding you like drowning is sweet.

Here’s some sketches of college au!Xiao,,, for some reasons I’m really soft for this concept are we even surprised anymore and I really like the idea of ballet dancer Xiao as well, so let me know if you’d like some more sketches of him in this au.^^

#xiao x reader #xiao imagines #xiao headcanons #xiao fluff #genshin xiao #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin modern au #genshin venti #genshin hu tao #genshin kazuha #genshin albedo

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catxsnow · 4 years

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MY MISTAKES J.C.

Request: Could I request a oneshot for John Constantine with a protege/child figure where they get hurt during one of the many shenanigans they've gotten up to? Reader is in their middle to late teens. Either gender neutral or female reade. Please and thank you! P.s I love ur writings.

Warning: canon-violence, swears

A/N: Did - Did I just post a fic in the middle of the day?? Yes. Yes I did. You know why? Because I’m posting a SECOND one tonight to make up for last night :)

Alright look, I’m not gonna start writing for Constantine but this was cute so I couldn’t say no.

Word Count: 2k

John Constantine was insane.

You had been saying it since the start of your adventures with him and the more that you were with him, the more you kept saying it. He was a crazy old fool who kept putting himself in situations what always came back to bite him in the ass.

When Zatanna dropped you off at his front door, he had no desire to take care of you. What the hell would he want with some saucy teen that would only get in his way and stop him from doing what he enjoyed most - liquor and sex. Unfortunately, he couldn't exactly say no to Zatanna, and when he saw just how powerful you were, he didn't have much of a choice.

You were young, and if that power within you wasn't controlled early, god knows what would happen. Constantine had fucked up a lot in his life, but maybe helping you was something that would make up for some of it.

So, he taught you everything that he knew - at least the not so dark aspects of it. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin the rest of your life with tainted magic that would haunt you forever. Life with you as his side wasn't all bad. He had someone to watch his back, keep him company, even boost his mood when he was down.

John faced a lot of hardships with you. A lot of the time he had no idea what the hell do to with you - comfort you, give you advice - he wasn't good at any of that. He had to help you get through your first heartbreak, the doubt within yourself, hell he even struggled with looking you in the eyes and telling you everything was going to be okay.

He lied a lot.

You liked to consider John as more than just a mentor to you - he was your best friend. Even though there was a considerable age gap between the two of you, you were on the same level of humor and wit. A lot of the time you felt as if you were meant to be at his side. Zatanna finding you was pure accident, but being under John's protection almost seemed too good to be true.

Sure, he was fucked up in almost every way possible. He pissed everybody off, drank too much, his past was horrifying. Somehow, none of it scared you off, and in some ways, you made John a better person. To be responsible for just a kid - a 'I'm only a year and a half away from being an adult go fuck yourself' - made him get his act together.

Between making fun of his clothes, the way he talked, even his rudimentary way of living, the bond you formed was unbreakable. You would never admit it, but you looked to him as a parental figure. A fucked up parent who didn't ask to be or know what he was doing, but a parent nonetheless.

Your little 'missions' would usually leave some scrapes and bruises - most times blood of whatever victim you were killing off. For the most part, the most severe pain you had to put up with was John's hangover's. He had a lot of those. After being in this line of work for only a few years, you couldn't blame him.

Then there was the time that it was more than just a cut that could be magically healed. It was supposed to be an easy exorcism. You and John had done dozens of those which meant you went in there confident. Your guard was down and you weren't prepared for things to go sideways.

Things went bad, really bad.

John was left to make the tough call of saving the little girl that had been possessed, or saving you. He couldn't do both, he wished he could do both. However, he knew if he had saved you and not the innocent kid, you'd rip his head off. So, he had to bite the bullet and watch as you fell to the ground screaming and he saved the girl.

Sitting in this hospital with you unconscious on the bed, wires hooked up to you that weren't really doing anything against the magic coursing through you, he wished he made the other choice. Throughout all his years he had sacrificed lives to save his own skin, why did he start now with saving you?

"Shoulda never let Z to convince me to take you," John scoffed to himself. He wasn't strong enough to heal you, not by himself. His energy was already drained from taking care of the demon from earlier, he wasn't sure if he could do any magic at that point. "Can't tell if it was me or you that was the dumb one, huh?"

He felt like a fool talking to you. Obviously you couldn't hear a word he was saying, but part of him was just hoping you did. Maybe it brought him comfort, maybe he was just an old coot who didn't know how to accept this worry running through him. Either way, grabbing onto your cold hand sent chills up his spine.

"I'm sorry," John's eyes sealed shut. His fists gripped the edge of your bed as he tried to keep himself level headed. The demon that did this to you faced a fate worth than death for what it did. "I shouldn't have dragged you along, you deserve a better life. Not one with me leading you. I've made a fuck ton o' mistakes and I guess now you're one of 'em."

When his eyes peeled back open, a few stray tears slipped down his cheeks. John had faced a lot of evil in his life, he was so used to death and destruction that it no longer fazed him. Guess you made a little weak spot in his heart. For the first time in a long time, John felt grief for someone who wasn't even dead yet. He was scared.

"Never thought I'd see the day that John Constantine cries over someone." John looked up in the reflection of the window. He hastily wiped away his wet cheeks and scrambled up to his feet to see his visitor. Zatanna looked between him and you. "How are they?" Concern filled her voice.

"Needs help," John stared down at you. Zatanna stood on the opposite side of the bed. She placed her hand over yours, the unfamiliar lack of power caught her off guard. "Your help, I'm too drained to do any magic, at least by myself. I can't let them suffer like this, not for my mistakes."

"I know, John," Zatanna assured. Constantine wasn't sure how she knew that the two of you had gotten in trouble or exactly which hospital you were in. At that moment, he didn't care. He was more happy to see her than he ever had in his entire life. Zatanna could save you, if there was anyone out there that could, it was her.

"Let's get to work."

"I'm fine John, would you fuck off?"

John never thought he'd see the day where he was happy to hear you lip him off. In all your time together the second that you retorted any snide comment towards him, he would scowl. Now, he couldn't hold back a smile. He had been worried about you, more worried than he was for anyone.

Zatanna was the one to really save you. She had overworked herself to bring you back to the land of the living. It was worth it, she saw a lot of greatness within you. You rubbed off on John, he was becoming a different man than she knew a lot of her life. He was better with you at his side. Zatanna feared what he would become if he lost you - especially when it was his fault.

When you finally made it back home, John hovered over you like a mother bear. He didn't let you leave the house and he certainly didn't allow you to join him for any missions until you were 100% again. It was beyond frustrating for you, but you had to admit you were glad to see that someone cared about you this much.

You were bed ridden for a few days. Too weak to get up unless necessary but strong enough to get yourself out of the damned hospital. John became your 'bitch boy' for those days and you made sure to take well good advantage of it. By the time that you were up and walking, you had gotten annoyed of his hovering.

"'scuse me for being worried," John rolled his eyes. "Don't happen to often you know, you should be considered lucky."

"Lucky?" You scoffed. You hadn't tested your magic yet, your whole body still felt weak and you weren't about to put yourself back into a comma just to see if you could light John's cigarette with the snap of your fingers. "Anything involving you is far from lucky. I should be considered dead is what I should be."

He pulled a smoke out of his pocket, he forgot how peaceful it was without your comebacks. You narrowed your eyes as he lit it up and took a drag. Constantine knew that you hated when he smoked inside and yet he continuously did it anyways.

So, to test out how strong you were getting, you tried to disintegrate his cigarette. Your eyes narrowed with concentration and somehow, it had worked. John cried out as his cigarette suddenly burst into flames and fell to dust on the floor. You felt fatigued by the small spell, but at least you were getting back to normal.

Constantine glared at you. He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out another one. Without breaking eye contact, he lit it up and took another breath of the nicotine.

"Twat," you muttered. The petty side of him was something that would never go away - no matter how close to death either of you were. It was who he was. John missed seeing your smiling face in the few days that you were out. He never realized the comfort that it brought him.

Without another word, you sluggishly walked back to your bedroom. You needed rest, as much as you tried to deny it. Zatanna had done a good job of fixing you up but you still had a long way to go. It was going to take time, but you knew damn well that John was going to be at your side through it all -whether you wanted him to be or not.

"Berk!" Constantine yelled after you. A smile toyed at his lips. As much as you did fight and bicker with him, he couldn't imagine what his life would be like without you in it now. Never in his life did he imagine he'd be some sort of father figure, with you... he enjoyed it. He was proud of you.

The thought of losing you to some stupid mistake that he made nearly destroyed him. He took you in to make his wrongs right and he would have lost all of that alongside with you. But, it was more than that. Constantine cared for you, losing you meant he would be losing a piece of himself.

There was already so much of him tainted by the evil of the world, he couldn't bare the thought of losing the little good part of his soul. As much as he hated to admit it, John needed you far more than you ever needed him.

#john constantine #constantine #john constantine imagine #john constantine one shot #dc imagine #dc one shot #dc #zatana

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mariana-walton · 4 years

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Mariana “Mari” Walton

[[ hello everyone!! under the cut you’ll find mari’s bio! this little spitfire is ready for just about anything ]]

Skeleton: The Loose Canon

Name: Mariana “Mari” Walton

Age: 21

University major: International Relations

Gender: Bisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Faceclaim: Madelaine Petsch

Background:

Some would say Mari was born with a silver spoon dangling from her rosy lips. Mari would disagree and say she had that silver spoon gripped in her little fist, refusing to give it up without a fight. Growing up being the heiress to the Walton Distillery, she had every privilege imaginable wrapped around her pinky finger. But she never wanted to simply take what was offered - she wanted to make it hers.

As a young teen, Mari would always fill her time with something, anything, everything. Being an only child, it wasn’t as if she had much to do. Their “cottage” as her parents so generously love to call their sprawling estate, was too far away for any playmates. Mr. and Mrs. Walton were always too busy with meetings and business trips to give more than five minutes of attention and a weekly cash check to their daughter. She only ever found solace in reading. She never told her middle school friends about this because God forbid anyone thought she was boring.

High school was definitely a turning point for Mari’s life. She finally left petty middle school cliques and welcomed herself into pettier high school politics. Mari filled her time with cheerleading, fencing, women’s soccer, AP classes, student council work, volunteering, and lots of partying. She never really had just one group of friends because she’d drop people as easily as the leaves in Fall. This just meant that half the school still wanted to be her friend while the other half silently resented her. Mari couldn't have cared less.

Senior year in high school landed Mari in the ER after a little “accident” The exams, volunteering, contests, and the partying were starting to catch up with her. Long story short,she woke up in the ER and was surprised that not even her parents were there. They just sent a text, “Disappointed in you. Do better, please. Everything else is handled. Don’t worry,”. Her parents weren’t there when she skinned her elbows and knees as a kid, they still weren’t there when she was lying in a hospital bed. But at this point, she couldn’t give a single shit anymore.

Eyes ever on the horizon, she kept making things her own. Her own success, her own failure, her own life. It was all hers because she made it that way. Straight A’s - check. Fencing championship - check. Parties - check. Graduate with honors - check. Acceptance letter to the university of her dreams - check.

University:

Mari had definitely made herself known in the university. She was president of her course organization and a volunteer for many others which meant that she had a lot of circles. That didn’t necessarily mean that everyone was going to rub shoulders with her. She was kind and charming to some, rude and aloof to others. Mari couldn’t really care what they thought of her because she had this air of self-assurance that proved impenetrable.

Mari had always been interested in being a diplomat. While her parents were shocked that she chose a degree in international relations, they didn’t put up a fight. They just made her promise to minor in management so she can take over her role in their family business. Currently in her junior year, the deadline for declaring a minor is getting nearer and nearer but Mari seems to have no plans in doing so.

Headcanons:

Mari loves animals! She'll definitely pet any animal she passes by and people will literally yell at her that the strays have rabies but she couldn't care less.

Mari is somewhat fluent in Spanish. Though she uses it to curse most of the time.

She often reads at night, steamy romance reads are by far her favorites (a guilty pleasure).

She absolutely despises being late to events.

Manifests the "punch first, ask questions later" motto, but instead of punches, she uses her sharp words. When she has a particularly clever quip, her lips would pull into a smirk and her left eyebrow would definitely be raised. Her friends already know that this is her "resting Mari face".

Feels most herself when she's buried deep in the library. If someone wants to genuinely befriend her, that's the place to do so.

Wanted Connections

Ride or die ( they get into all sorts of illicit activity together and wouldn’t have it any other way )

Drinking / Partying friend ( they may not necessarily be friends in real life but are bffs when they’re drinking / partying )

Co-volunteer ( they can be volunteers for an org inside/outside of school ; they’re on good terms even if they don’t see each other that much )

Study buddy ( the usual ; or this can be a tutoring situation! )

A fake dating situation ( they pretend to date for whatever reason but secretly hate each other / just wants to be friends )

absolutely anything! send me a message and we can brainstorm !!!

#letheintro #here's mari !!

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flyswhumpcenter · 5 years

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Bad Things Happen Bingo! The event where you may have sent me requests according to this marvelous card!

We've always been fucked up because nature is, in fact, a dirty little bitch who enjoys itself with abnormalities. She gets amused by giving birth to men in women's bodies or does the opposite, sometimes.

This story absolutely isn't for the faint of heart. It openly and severely deals with gender dysphoria. It may be phrased with my usual dose of purple prose bullshit sparkles, but that's kind of it. It's still raw. Needless to say it's based on personal experience. Also, hahaha, guess who got stuck with his stupid ideas. I don't even remember why I picked "Forced Out of the Closet" back in August. I think I was planning on making this an original work thing, but it ended up never panning because I switched fully into fandom mood shortly thereafter. I'm pretty sure I was saying that about my first card back in April for "Panic Attack", no? Well, it ended up becoming this thing. I don’t know what to make of it yet.

It's a really weird note to end my 2nd BTHB card on. Until now, compared to the first card, I've been much more focused on physical pain. This has none of it and only 2nd POV narration and angst. I originally started it in a 3rd person POV, but it didn't work out and I thought it'd be worse if I wrote it in a 2nd person POV. It is. It's vivid and it's painful. I love it. Again, thanks to my Writing Crew for the support despite me being an edgy-ass bitch. I guess yiu can also call us the Derek Suffering Crew?

The title of this was what I wanted to give to the sixth chapter of Earth Never Stops, but it ended up not really ringing right with that chapter in particular. I feel like it fits here much better. And of course we gotta go with a rewritten Angie because, y'know. Canon Angie is canon Angie...

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Like Honey in a Cup of Acid

Summary: You may have explanations to give to your assistant now that she's discovered something wasn't exactly normal, Derek. (You may also like not to do so because you want to forget).

Fandom: Trauma Center Relationship: Pre-rel DerAng

Wordcount: 2K words

Event hosted by @badthingshappenbingo (Thank you so much for having me for a second time!)

AO3 version available here.

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A sort of weight immediately hits you when Angie asks you if you can have a little talk now that your thoughts aren’t just a painkiller-induced mishmash of words and incoherent thoughts with neither head nor tail. She looks concerned and perplexed, puzzled even, her eyes never truly looking into yours. Almost as if, for once, the fierce and daring Angie is intimidated by something about you. Sounds farfetched, right?

Well, there could be a number of reasons. You did almost just die on her a couple days ago and surely you can’t look much better than your own patients at the moment. You know, the usual: pale face, dark rings under the eyes that look like trenches, reddened eyes… She could just be very concerned for you like Kimishima has told you before when checking if you were still amongst the living.

When you finally have the “little talk”, it’s in your hospital room, with you still bedridden and her on a chair to your left, next to the IV drip still inserted into your wrist, her hands pinching her skirt or clutching a notepad against her chest when she holds it. You’re not sure if there’s something even written on the thing, wondering if it isn’t just her way to cope with stress and whatever is making her anxious. Her fingers are shaking and the hair on her exposed forearms is risen. How come she’s so terrified? Do you really look this awful?

“What did you want to tell me about, Angie?” You ask, in a gentle tone, making sure you aren’t forcing on your throat so you don’t worry her even more. The tense silence in the room and the lack of noise in the later hours of the evening helps your low voice to be heard.

“I… Huh… Well, it’s just that… I was curious!”

“Curious? About what?”

Angie looks away, red creeping on her cheeks, breath hitching in her throat. She gulps, shakes her head, takes a deep breath in, another out, and finally, looking at the ground, starts speaking again.

“When Dr Kimishima started the operation I…” She hides her face in her hands, her notepad and pen clicking against the ground. “I’m sorry, this is so embarrassing, but I haven’t stopped thinking about it since your operation!” Well, this sure is going to be a dirty secret, as Tyler would have said. “But, when she started the operation, I noticed something on your chest, and…”

Your heart skips a beat. You forgot about that, haven’t you? You forgot she’d notice such a thing, didn’t you? Alas, it’s a bit too late to pretend like she didn’t see what she must have seen. Kyriaki nor Paraskevi are known to leave stains on one’s skin, they aren’t Tetarti.

“What did you see?” You ask, feigning ignorance.

“Ah… I don’t know how to describe them well… But they were two weirdly shaped scars around your pectoral muscles. They kind of looked like –”

“—crescents, right?”

“Yeah!”

Angie picks her notepad back into her hands, avoiding eye contact, much to his satisfaction. You really, really don’t want to have this conversation, this awful, rotten conversation you’ve had a couple times already. If it’s never ended too badly, even with your own mother, you still don’t want to live through it again. Alas, did you really think you’d escape it forever, especially with someone you hold so close to your heart (and in more ways than one too)? You’d have had to tell her one day anyway, so better get on with it, right?

Wrong. Your hands are trembling and your throat is tied into a knot. You don’t want to utter these forsaken words. You want that part of you to remain a secret from the entire world. But, alas, you also don’t want to lie to your trusted nurse, to your best friend during surgery procedures. In any case, she’d eventually guessed you lied to her, so popping the bubble off now or later is kind of the same. But, even with that knowledge in mind… It doesn’t make what’s about to happen any less dreadful.

Derek?

What if she isn’t as accepting as she seems? What if she stares at you right in the eyes like a freak, like a circus monster, like a broken doll that was badly stringed back together, like something that shouldn’t be, like, like…

Huh… Derek?

And, hey, what if she thinks you’re not fit for you job because of this? You’re technically experiencing a state of distressed triggered by the littlest things. It’s about faraway childhood memories, whenever you see a father with his biological child, when someone mentions a monthly event you’d have rather never known… Hey, what if that happened during an operation?

Dereeeeek? Are you still here?

You can’t ignore the existential dread coursing through your veins. You know, the one that happens when you remember that your father never called you by your right name, what was written on your birth certificate, what they called you in high school, how you look on all the pictures your mom won’t set fire to like you wish you could do… Yeah, that dread. That toxic, lava-like dread.

Hey, Derek, what’s wrong?!

Her urgent tone makes you snap back to reality. She’s staring at you with big, full of concern eyes, her hands on your shoulder, gently shaking it.

“Ah, sorry, I… must have zoned out. Sorry for worrying you, Angie…?”

“Are you alright? You’ve got tears in your eyes…”

You realize you have to look dumb and weird, so you take your glasses off and rub the water away.

“What were you saying, then?”

“Ah, huh… I was talking about the scars you had on your chest… I’ve never seen such specific shapes before. So…” Her hands tangle together. “I was curious, that’s it. Feel free not to reply, if it throws you in such a state of distress…”

“No, it’s… It’s fine. It’s just… difficult to explain.”

Your voice breaks when you try to push the words out of your tangled throat. You aren’t ready for this. You’ve not found your way out of there yet. You’ve been pushed into a corner and the only way out is to find the right words at the right time while not knowing how she’ll react. Maybe she’ll really think you’re the error of nature you are, you whose brain and body weren’t able to match, you whose chromosomes and spirit never agreed before your birth, you who has had to fight your way out of the mess your own biology threw you into before you were even born.

Her fingers are cold against your feverish skin, against the goose-bumps that your medical gown doesn’t hide well. You’ve made it this far only for your world to perhaps crumble again and the existential dread appears again. What if she never accepts you again? What if she calls you “Mr Stiles” again, starts staring at you with an amused glare? What if this supportive glance she gives you and the kind words she’s offered since you got over your differences disappeared as soon as she knew? Why is it that you always have to throw a shot in the dark when the truth of your story comes back to bite you?

You need to trust in Angie, don’t you? She’s been kind of your guardian angel until now, would she give up on you for this? Do you believe so little in her for that to happen? Aren’t you too harsh on her, aren’t you getting too caught up in your own web?

“I… got them from a surgery I had in med school. As far as I know, only Tyler and a couple other people are aware I have them.”

“From what kind of surgery?”

Here it comes. The nausea’s already here, twisting your stomach, squeezing your heart as it increases in pulse, choking your throat shut. If you weren’t in this bed, surely your head would spin.

“…Top surgery.”

Angie seems fairly confused, until her eyes snap open, glimmering in realization.

“You mean, like a mammectomy?”

“…Yes.”

Your voice almost fails you again. You feel tears you want to dry again burning your retinae, blurring your vision and the candid face of the nurse who’s just realized what you really were. You fucking liar.

“For…”

“Part of gender dysphoria treatment,” you reply trying to pretend to be an encyclopaedia, to be the internet pages you read in your teenage years when puberty got confusing and warped into a lucid nightmare.

“Oh my God…”

Angie’s face distorts in what you can only qualify as distress, horror or disgust. She tries looking at you, fixating on your bandaged chest, her gaze struggling to even meet with your face. You wish you could pat her head, tell her it’s fine, that she didn’t know, that you’re sorry for being that and not telling her before, that she’s right to feel betrayed if that’s the case; but your hands are numb and dirty, covered in acid and black mud, and you can’t dirty her like that because you, yourself, are a special kind of a biological and anatomical failure. She’s a collection doll, you’re a broken toy.

“I’m sorry, Derek, I’m… I… I shouldn’t be like that!” She stumbles on her own words. “You’ve just told me such an important thing and I… I…”

“It’s fine…” You try to sound reassuring, but the truth is that you’re still shaking, terrified and apprehensive.

“I should’ve known! It’s such a sensitive topic, I… God, Angie, you need to pull yourself together and stop being so noisy!”

He clutches her hand at last.

“It’s fine, really. I’m… at least glad I could tell you by myself…”

That’s not entirely wrong. You just wish you didn’t feel backed into such an uncomfortable corner. It’s not her fault, of course, she was just concerned for an abnormal thing about you… A lot of you is abnormal, after all.

“I’m still me, though.” He wants to assert that with that shaky voice of his. “It’s just something I don’t like… talking about, per say.

Angie takes a deep breath and focuses back into a state of stability.

“Of course you’re still you, Derek. You’re still the surgeon who saved the world from GUILT. I would never stop thinking that. You’ve always been Derek to me, why would that change now?”

The warm smile he gives her make the hair on his skin calm down, little by little. It’ll be okay, eventually.

“I’m just… so sorry I forced you to confess like that.”

“I’d have had to tell you anyway, one day, I suppose…”

“You didn’t have to. At least, not this early…”

“It’s fine anyway. I forgive you.”

“Thanks…”

For the first time since she’s entered the room, you can exhale with a relieved heart and a normal pulse, profit from the rainbow that shows up after the rain. The dread is still there, hiding like a snake in your stomach, ready to bite into your throat at any moment of vulnerability you show in front of it; but, now, you have a new ally to help through the storms.

“Just promise me you’ll never tell anyone, okay?”

“I never planned on having that secret exit this room. Not even the walls of Caduceus will know about it!”

You chuckle.

“I like your spirit.”

You want to thank her again, but it feels like overkill, and you want to have the snake finally resting, asleep in the pit of your abdomen. For now, a serene silence is enough. It’s more than enough after all this trouble, all the turmoil and all of the acid rain that drenched the both of you…

There’s no need to worry anymore when you have nothing left to hide and no one but a guardian next to you; so relax, now. It’ll all be fine, from now on, now that the lead prison around your chest is gone…

#trauma center #derang #bad things happen bingo #derek stiles #angie thompson #forced out of the closet #emotional hurt comfort #angst #angst with a happy ending #otp: nice work dr stiles

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herokamijoutouma · 5 years

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Muse Info (Updated)

Name: Kamijou Touma (Touma Kamijou)

Age: 16-19 (Verse dependent)

Gender: Male

Height; 168 cm (5'6")

Bio

Touma is a first-year highschool student who is a resident of Academy City, designated as a Level 0. He possesses the mysterious “Imagine Breaker” in his right hand, which is capable of negating all forms of magic, esper powers, and other divine abilities. This, according to some, even includes his own good luck, as they are the blessings of God. He has a very strong desire to aid all those who are in need even if it means putting his life on the line and will not hesitate to challenge an opponent who is several times more powerful than himself. Because of his willingness to help others unconditionally, he has attracted the affections of many characters in his adventures.

Personality & Character

Touma is the type that acts before he thinks. He can never just sit around upon seeing someone in a pinch and will go to great lengths to protect or help the person. This he does at great risk to himself, which typically results in him being hospitalized for several days after each confrontation. When fighting seriously against a particularly strong opponent, Touma will usually first declare that he’ll “destroy that illusion” of theirs, before actually engaging. When asked about the reason why he saves people, he answered: “I don’t need a reason to save someone”. Even when he is in a blank slate after losing his memories, Touma still displays this personality.

Despite his righteous and heroic personality, Touma occasionally displays poor choice of words which results in him getting bitten by Index, having bolts of lightning thrown by Misaka Mikoto, and creating misunderstandings with the other girls he encounters.

Powers & Abilities

Touma’s ability is Imagine Breaker (幻想殺しイマジンブレイカー Gensō Goroshi (Imajin Bureikā)?, lit. “Illusion Killer”), a mysterious power that resides in his right hand that he has had since birth. It is able to negate all supernatural powers including magic, esper, and divine powers, the last of these demonstrated by Archangel Gabriel’s fear of touching him. It is also speculated by Index that it negates the divine protection of God and his blessing, as well as the red string of fate. Touma is the current holder of the Imagine Breaker, and the mysterious power itself has a preference to Touma being its bearer, as there is meaning in Touma having it in his right hand, or in Fiamma’s own words: “the right hand is only the right hand when it is growing from his right shoulder.” According to Othinus, Touma’s knack for escaping dangerous situations through external factors and his inability to die is a form of misfortune as well, and she refers to it as the “greatest of all [his] misfortunes”.

Since it is not an esper power, the people testing esper abilities cannot detect or properly classify it, so he was classified as Level 0 as he has nevertheless passed through the Power Curriculum Program. As such, Aleister Crowley considers him neither an esper nor a magician but rather a normal person with a unique ability. This gray area allows Touma to participate and get involved in the intrigue of the other side without causing a political backlash for technically being part of the Science Side.

There are many unknowns regarding Touma’s power, and many are the speculations of the true extent and form of his power. Terra of the Left hinted that Imagine Breaker might extend itself further away from its bearer's right hand, based on Terra's personal knowledge of Fiamma of the Right's Holy Right ability. Ollerus stated that Imagine Breaker is the reference point of the world, bringing the world back to normal when it is distorted. It appears that Touma might not be capable of negating all "artificial" supernatural abilities. Tsuchimikado Motoharu is convinced that there are things that Touma's Imagine Breaker cannot destroy, including ley lines or a person's life force from which a magician's mana is produced, as evidenced by the fact Touma hasn't killed someone through a simple handshake. This claim is corroborated by Leivinia Birdway, stating that although Imagine Breaker works exceedingly well when it is normalizing abnormal values, it does not show much power when dealing with something that is uniform from the start. Because of this, if a supernatural power/object is sufficiently powerful or massive enough in size it will not be completely negated right away, as shown by the examples of Dragon's Breath, Innocentius, Accelerator's Black Wings,and others. To compensate for this glaring weakness, Touma has realized that he need not negate but simply cast it aside, disrupting it so to speak. It is during the state where he cannot negate it completely that Touma can physically touch or grab the power, disrupting it instead of instantly destroying it. This is exemplified during Touma's fight with Accelerator in Russia, in which he pulled one of Accelerator's black wings to throw him off balance and dodge his attack. That single touch was capable of negating the vector-controlling power of said wing as well

Beyond the Right Hand

Aleister Crowley has also gained interest in Touma's power and integrated it into his plans, and from his comments to Heaven Canceller it's likely that he arranged the events that led to Touma being sent to Academy City by Kamijou Touya, which resulted in the birth of Kazakiri Hyouka out of fear of the Imagine Breaker. Aleister has monitored Touma's danger level to Academy City and labelled it equivalent to DEFCON 3, and found that Imagine Breaker can affect 97% of his plans. It is unknown what the true extent of Aleister's plans for Imagine Breaker are, but he has stated that his plans are similar to Fiamma's, only in a different format: to change the world by preparing a temple filled with strange power, drawing out the power of the right arm within that temple, and adjusting the thickness of the phase itself with that power. He told Fiamma of the Right that if Fiamma looked at it in a different viewpoint, he should be able to understand the true nature of that power, and if he did, he would have reached his goal before Aleister could.

When Fiamma severed Touma's right arm along with the Imagine Breaker in order to absorb that power into himself, an "invisible thing" gathered on Touma's right shoulder which made all that Fiamma had pale in comparison. Touma unexpectedly crushed that power with an even greater power and then took back the Imagine Breaker. Though the true nature of these powers is unclear, Touma is shown to be able to communicate with the "invisible thing", referring to the power as "you" before refusing to use its power, crushing it and regenerating his lost right arm.

After Fiamma's right arm was severed by Aleister, it was confirmed there is more to Touma's right hand than just "a right hand that can negate supernatural ability". Touma's right hand is a vessel that can be used to house a greater power, and this is the main reason why Aleister and Fiamma seek Touma's right hand, not for Imagine Breaker.

While attempting to stop the Level 6 Shift attempt on Misaka Mikoto, when Eight Dragons emerge from Kamijou Touma's severed right arm, Touma attempted to negate Mikoto's attack, but it was too powerful and his right arm was blown off. Eight dragons, including the same dragon from the fight against Aureolus Izzard, then emerged and devoured the attack, returning Mikoto to normal. His arm reappeared shortly after without any help, to the confusion of Mikoto.

When Touma and Kamisato Kakeru clashed with their respective right hands, Kakeru's World Rejector severed Touma's right arm and sent it to another world. This caused something to emerge and badly injure Kakeru. The entity then disappeared and Touma's right arm regenerated. Kakeru believes that this is due to World Rejector not erasing everything at the same time, but rather working from the outside in. As a result, it erased Imagine Breaker but there was a slight time lag afterwards, allowing the entity within to attack him. Touma, on the other hand, is less certain. He believes that the entity that could defeat World Rejector cannot be the same as the one that was easily crushed by Magic God Othinus (Magic Gods being easily erased by World Rejector) He thus wonders if there are multiple entities inside him.

During the events surrounding the Ceremony of Mo Athair, in which Touma was severely injured and had his arm severed multiple times (once by Aleister using the A.A.A.'s chainsaw so healing magic could be used to save his life and then by Coronzon's Secret Call sent through the unguarded A.A.A. in a surprise attack from behind), the lock on the entity lurking behind Imagine Breaker was broken. After the initial explosion, as a result of the accumulated damage and Touma's own regrets, the emanating power took on Touma's identity, taking much of the overall power and Imagine Breaker with it. Until the lost powers were reclaimed, the remaining power left within Touma took the form of a sky-blue right arm, which could unravel and surround him in the form of a dragon.

Verses

A Certain Unknown Imagine Breaker (Main Verse AU)

Originally called A Certain Illusion Killer, this verse takes place primarily in the Raildex Universe, but diverges heavily from Canon after the Magic Gods arc in New Testament. Arcs for this verse are in development. New characters appearing in this are mainly OC’s although Raildex versions of other characters can appear in this as well. Main arcs so far are the Lawain Incursion Arc, Lioness Arc, The Order of Camelot Arc, The New World Order Arc, and the Xindi Collective Arc.

A Certain Distorted Singularity (Fate Verse)

After a series of unexpected events, Touma is dragged into a Singularity in which the Chaleda Security Organization moves in to stop. After resolving the incident, Touma is brought in as a freelancer of sorts to help Chaldea whenever they need his assistance. He gets along fairly well with the Master and most of the staff, however, most servants are cautious around him due to the nature of Imagine Breaker. This vague cautiousness remains even after they have accepted him as a trust worthy ally.

Because of the danger of Touma accidently negating a servant out of existence, he wears a shroud around his right hand which suppresses Imagine Breaker’s affects.

A Certain Song That Destroys Illusions (Symphogear verse)

Following his antics with Academy City’s Number 3 Level 5, Misaka Mikoto, Kamijou Touma is somehow transported to another version of Earth where the moon has a huge creator on its surface and rings. He is caught up in an attack by the Alca-Noise and winds up meeting the wielder of Gungnir, Tachibana Hibiki. Touma is then introduced to S.O.N.G and the other gear wielders and decides to help them in their battles against the Alca-Noise and the forces that controls them —- while also looking for a way to return to his earth.

A Wish That Destroys Illusions (Dragon Ball Verse)

After an experiment to detect other worlds caused by the Kiharas goes awry, Academy City is transported to the Earth in the Dragon Ball Universe.There, Touma must contend with beings far stronger than he has ever faced previously. Eventually, he meets a certain Saiyan who has saved the universe many times who then trains Touma to properly contend with the threats their earth and Academy City now faces. Touma is not able to reach the level of the Saiyans and is still an amateur as a fighter, however, his imagine breaker gives him an advantage over his enemies which allows him to negate Ki attacks and Ki fields.

#Muse Info

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inevitably-johnlocked · 6 years

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Stephhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~ do u know any fic where Mycroft helps John and Sherlock get together? Or fic that has Mycroft as a major role in it?

Anonymous said to inevitably-johnlocked: Hi there! I was wondering if you knew of any fic where Mycroft takes a significant place as a character? I've been craving to read more about him for some reason and I'm not sure where to look at all... thank you xx

Hi Nonnies!

Not sure if you’re the same ones, but these two came about a month apart and they’re very similar, so I’ve put them together!

I don’t have many in my bookmarks, but hopefully what I do have for you will appeal to you! Enjoy! :D

MYCROFT PLAYS A ROLE IN THIS FIC

The Most Awful Thing by whitchry9 (K+, 1,072 w. || H/C, Holmes Brothers, Seizures) – When Mycroft witnesses Sherlock having a seizure, he is at a complete loss as to what he should do. Thankfully, John is there.

Yorkshire Gold by Tammany Tiger (K, 1,467 w. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Mild Angst, Open Ending) – Mycroft may not mourn Sherlock’s death-but even if he knows his brother lives, he’s not without his own grief. It ain’t easy being The British Government. But at least he’s got good help. Set between the Fall and the Return.

With A Tilt Of The Head by StillWaters1 (K+, 1,636 w. || Anthea POV, ASiP, Character Study) – Anthea knew that she was witnessing the first of many meetings to come between John Watson and Mycroft Holmes. From the moment he had tilted his head, it was obvious that John wasn’t going anywhere: he was already more than “associated” with Sherlock – he was part of him.

But Love Is A Voice On The Wind by Snow (M, 1,832 w. || First Time, Meddling Mycroft, Texting) – Sherlock keeps getting texts from Mycroft with tips on wooing John.

Foresight by niffler09 (K, 2,015 w. || Humour, Friendship, Holmes Brother Bickering) – It’s raining and neither John nor Sherlock have an umbrella so they huddle under Sherlock’s coat. And then Mycroft walks past and makes smartass remarks.

Caught in the Act – by Mycroft by ShirleyCarlton (E, 2,040 w. || Unintended Voyeurism, Mycroft’s POV, Blow Job, Humour) – Mycroft had only planted the camera for Sherlock’s own good, simply to keep an eye on his little brother and make sure he was alright. He hadn’t quite meant to see his brother this content, however… Part 4 of Caught In The Act

First Impressions by grannysknitting (K+, 2,274 w. || Family & Friendship) – Meet the Holmes’. John gains some insight into the environment that produced the two prodigies - Sherlock and Mycroft.

Assurance by belovedmuerto (T, 2,382 w. || Bed-Sharing, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Idiots in Love) – It’s not so much the ‘you’re half-dead, you wanker,’ or even the broken ribs, the hairline fracture of the pelvis, the dislocated shoulder and knee, and the wrenched ankle.

Wintery Hell by Belldere (K+, 2,457 w. || Friendship & Humour, Christmas) – With Sherlock being roped into spending Christmas with his family, John had his own Christmas all planned out with his other friends and family… That is until he’s extended a forceful invitation from Mycroft and an assumption from Sherlock who, once again, failed to notice John wasn’t in the room when he ‘asked’.

Just Admit It by LoyalNerdWP (T, 2,512 w. || Christmas, Fluff, Family, Romance, Pining Sherlock) – Sherlock goes to his family’s place for Christmas without John, and Mycroft makes an interesting observation that Sherlock missed.

In the Bleak Midwinter (A Canticle for Advent) by CaitlinFairchild (M, 3,476 w. || Angst, Injury, Missing Scenes, HLV Timeline) – In the autumn of 2014, Mary Watson shot Sherlock Holmes. This is what happened after.

MR# 1430155 by blueink3 (T, 3,560 w. || Talks of Parentlock, Baby Watson, Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, Fluff and Angst) – John paces the length of the not inconsiderable hallway and glances at his phone for the tenth time since he exited the hospital room seven minutes ago. Sherlock’s last text was sent at 5:06pm. It is now 5:39pm. He should be here by now. After all, his daughter is 46-minutes-old and if John is going to share this momentous event with someone, it sure as hell isn’t going to be the woman who just gave birth to her.Part 5 of Tumblr Prompts

The Warehouse Chat by AllesandraQuartermaine (K, 3,611 w. || Meddling Mycroft, Canon-Compliant, Drama / Family) – When Mycroft Holmes learns about the presence of John Watson in his brother’s life, he does what any brother who worries would do. He learns what he can and then abducts Doctor John Watson for a chat in a warehouse. Set in A Study In Pink.

Things That You Can’t Say Tomorrow Day by PsychGirl (T, 4,022 w. || Post S4, POV John, Cuddling / Snuggling, Hypothermia, Snowed In, Angst, Romance, First Kiss/Time) – Things go horribly wrong while John and Sherlock are on a mission for Mycroft. Now they’re out in the woods in the middle of winter with no coats and no shelter. However will they stay warm?

Christmas at Holmes Cottage by johnlockedstarkid (G, 4,295 w. || Christmas, Fake Relationship, Love Confessions, Holmes Family, Pining, Kisses, Fluff, Allusions to Mystrade) – Sherlock doesn’t want to have to deal with his mother’s wishes for him to find a partner when he goes to visit them for Christmas, so asks John to pose as his boyfriend. Little does he know he’s not the only one who wishes that the relationship could be real.

Not Without Me by Jennistar1 (T, 4,319 w. || Drama, Mystery, Post-TRF Hiatus, Pining Sherlock) – Halfway through Sherlock’s Great Hiatus, Mycroft comes to him with the news that John has died. But all is not what it seems…

There’s Something Living in These Lines by teahigh (orphan_account) (M, 4,676 w. || Mutual Pining, Love Letters, Angst, Mutual Pining, UST / URT, Dirty Talk) – Two men, complete opposites in almost every way, who speak only in letters and pages torn from books.

Study in Mycroft by chappysmom (K+, 4,929 w. || Character Study, Canon-Compliant, Mycroft POV, Big Brother Mycroft) – A look at Mycroft’s thoughts and actions during a Study in Pink.

Finding John by orphan_account (T, 5,456 w. || Soul Bond AU, Symbolic Rings, Soul Mates) – Sherlock Holmes has met exactly twenty-four Johns in his life. They have all been the wrong John. He’s getting tired of waiting, staring at the inscription on his finger and wondering when his John will turn up, if ever. Part 1 of Inscriptions

Thirty Three Hours Without John Watson by Bookaholic, mybrotherharry (M, 6,232 w. || First Kiss / Time, Pining Idiots, BG Mystrade, Crackish) – Sherlock can SO TOTALLY survive without John Watson. It should be a piece of cake. AKA the time when Sherlock braved grocery store lines for milk, purchased and gave away a box of tampons and figured out what the X-Factor is. Greg and Mycroft didn’t sign up for this shit. Next time, they are going to the Bahamas.

Not Without You by thisisforyou (T, 6,313 w. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Adventure, Mycroft is a Good Brother, Pining Sherlock, Suicide Mention, Sherlock First Person POV, Post-TRF / Reunion Fic) – “I can’t, Mycroft, I can’t do this without John.” Mycroft comes up with an alternative solution to the three years of two broken hearts that would have otherwise happened.

The Death of Doubt by Gingerhermit (E, 6,584 w. || Alternate Canon, BAMF John, POV Sherlock, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Hurt/Comfort, Angst/Drama, Meddling Mycroft) – Mycroft asks for John’s help in rescuing Sherlock from his Serbian captors.

Fa Subito by kim47 (E, 6,659 w. || Suit Porn, Cockblocker Mycroft, Obsessed Sherlock, PWP) – John wears a suit. Sherlock finds it extremely distracting.

The doctor is in by PlainJane (E, 7,581 w. || Omegaverse || Sex Therapist, Anal, Hand Jobs, Frottage, Virgin Sherlock) – Sherlock is a young alpha with an aversion to his cycle. John is a gender medicine specialist. Nothing could possibly go wrong… Part 1 of Doctors and detectives

Correspondence by Cleo2010 (T, 8,031 w. || Letters, Friends to Lovers, Jealousy, Dating ) – Sherlock’s been spirited away on a case for Mycroft. Part of the deal was that he and John could communicate via letter until the case was completed. Maybe the cliche is true, absence does make the heart grow fonder. Or perhaps something is growing on the feet in the fridge. Read their letters month by month.

Sibling Rivalry Or Fighting Over John Watson By Jessa7 (T, 8,085 w. || Romance / Humour) – Mycroft is just as much of a genius as Sherlock is. He keeps randomly kidnapping John for chats, and the locations get better. Cue Sherlock’s younger sibling complex rearing up and jealousy ensues.

Never Been This Swept Away by estalita11 (T, 8,531 w. || Post-TAB, Mary is Not Nice, Drug Use, First Kiss, Love Confessions) – Set immediately after TAB, Sherlock visits his brother to definitely not apologize about earlier and ends up finally learning a few things that would have been nice knowing about months ago. Mycroft never wants to deal with lovestruck idiots ever again.

High Tide by stardust_made (T, 8,540 w. || Jealousy, Angst, First Kiss) – A little favour Sherlock stupidly agrees to do for Mycroft leads to John meeting a handsome, afluent man, who is going out of his way to woo him. Sherlock struggles with the situation and with his own reactions to it. Part 1 of The High Tide Series

Beyond the Vow by tunteeton (M, 8,994 w. || Love Confessions, Angst with Happy Ending, Post-S3, Explosions, Mary is Good-ish?, 3G, Infant Death) – Being a sociopath was never this emotionally exhausting.

Illogical, even. by magikspell (E, 9,119 w. || Grey-Ace Sherlock, Character Study, Growing Up, Victor Trevor, Romance, First Time/Kiss, Sherlock-centric) – Five reasons Sherlock never believed in love and one reason he does now.

The Devil You Know by PipMer (T, 9,300 w. || Friends to Lovers, Romance, Holmes Brothers, Jealous Sherlock) – The Holmes brothers are behaving oddly. John is dazed and confused. In other words, it’s business as usual at 221B Baker Street. Except when it’s not.

He’s Not Paid Enough to Deal with This Shit by janonny (T, 9,828 w. || Personal Assistant AU || Humour, First Meetings, Snarky John) – One of the first things John did was to write up step-by-step instructions on how to conduct a proper job interview before handing it over to Mycroft for his perusal. There were no kidnapping, deserted car parks or stolen therapy notes anywhere on that list. (Or the one where John returned from the war and ended up working for Mycroft as his personal assistant slash doctor on retainer. Everything was fine, until he was sent to post bail for one Sherlock Holmes.)

Our Sudden and Strange Return by Arwen Jade Kenobi (T, 10,314 w. || Post-TRF, Friendship) – One year, eight months, and an odd number of days after the alleged fatal fall Mycroft gets a message from Sherlock saying that he’s back.

The In-Between by blueink3 (M, 10,679 w. || Fluff and Angst, H/C, Parentlock, Fix-It Fic, Canon Compliantish) – Beginning in a Chinese restaurant and ending at the bottom of a well, what about the moments we didn’t see?

I Used to Live Alone Before I Knew You by etothepii (T, 11,052 w. || Winglock || Angels / Demons, Supernatural Elements, Occult) – Where Mycroft is an angel, Sherlock is a demon, and John is still John.

I See You Through by belovedmuerto (T, 12,078 w. || Psychic AU || Empath John, Alternate TGG, Whump, Nightmares, Bedsharing, Slow Burn, Pre-Slash) –John has never asked Sherlock about his past, his childhood, the reason he quails in lonely misery almost every time he sees his brother. He’s never needed to. Part 2 of An Experiment in Empathy

The Slow Burn by CaitlinFairchild (E, 12,097 w. || Romance, Emotional Infidelity, Friends to Lovers, Sherlock POV) – John smiles, something small and private and for him alone, and Sherlock just…he knows. With a heart-stopping certainty, Sherlock suddenly knows.It feels like falling off the edge of a cliff. It feels like falling off the edge of the world. It feels like flying.

Fear Itself by KCS (K+, 12,289 w. || Suspense, Friendship) – John is accustomed to being kidnapped by now, but he never expected a criminal to adopt Mycroft’s method of doing so, to ensure he comes along without a fight.

Resistance by Coquillage Atlas (K+, 12,455 w. || Fantasy, Friendship) – A sequel to “Conductivity,” in which there are grave dealings with Mycroft.

I Need You To See Me by Mssmithlove (E, 12,625 w. || Angst, Amnesia, Soldier!John) – After going back to war, John is yet again invalided home, this time with a broken ankle and a chunk of his memory missing, unable to recall the last five years he’s spent being Sherlock Holmes’ partner and husband. Part 9 of Happiness Awaits

And if you say the word, I could stay with you by CaitlinFairchild (E, 12,842 w. || Domestic Fluff, BottomJohn / Topping from the Bottom, Fluff and Romance, Dirty Talk, Proposals) – What Sherlock thinks is, On the day I die, be it in a dirty alley at forty or in my bed at eighty, the last thing I will remember is tonight, the way you looked at at me on the snowy pavement, cheeks pink with the cold, breath puffing in frosty white clouds, your heart in your eyes and snowflakes in your hair. I will remember that single perfect moment in my life, that moment I knew I had everything I ever wanted, and whatever happens next, I will die content. What he says is simply, “Marry me.”

Your Eyes in Darkness Glowing by tamed_untranslatable (E, 14,686 w. || Est. Rel., Case Fic, Hotel Sex, Bottomlock, Anal, BJ’s, Porn With Feelings, Homophobia) – Sherlock gets roped into a case in Moscow on his brother’s insistence, but finds that he can’t do it without John.

Barricade by stitchy (M, 14,127 w. || Friends to Lovers, Angst, Happy Ending, UST, Mary’s Not Nice) – Sherlock has been struggling to keep his feelings at bay for everyone’s sake. Part 1 of Barricade

Hallowed Eve by EventHorizon (T, 14,750 w. || First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Halloween) – It probably wasn’t the smartest idea to let Sherlock choose the costumes for Halloween, but John never considered himself the smartest man in the room, anyway.

Vessel by Rhuia (E, 15,695 w. || Cancer, Medfic) – That was the surprising bit – the way his doctor said it, eyes shining with sympathy but breathing it out, shifting it off her shoulders and thrusting it onto his, making him take it like an unwanted gift.

Partners in Crime by Richefic (T, 16,560 w. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Sick John, Meddling Mycroft, Caring Sherlock, Domestics) – John Watson receives some devastating news which puts a spanner in his medical ambitions. Will Sherlock prove capable of the kind of comfort and reassurance he needs or will their partnership be ended before its even begun? Set between 1.1 and 1.2.

I Will Take Care Of You by SailorChibi (T, 16,664 w. || Hurt/Comfort, Sick Sherlock, BAMF John, BAMF Lestrade, Reunion Fic) – Two years after Sherlock’s death, John comes to find him on the sofa. Wounded and ill, Sherlock is convinced he’s hallucinating and refuses to share any details about Moran or the fact that Mycroft has been compromised. That doesn’t stop John from stepping up and taking care of the last of Moriarty’s web, BAMF-style.

A Hundred Thousand Ways to Say the Name John by Jberry (E, 16,825 w. || Fake Relationship, Fake Marriage, POV John, Pining John, Cruise Ship, Angst & Fluff, Case Fic) – John Watson and Sherlock Holmes must solve a case on a cruise ship. To get close to the crew and passengers, they must get married for the case on the Baetica. However, their relationship hits rocky seas both due to the case and internal conflicts. Part 1 of Baetica

Everlasting by cypress_tree (M, 16,884 w. || Magical Realism, First Time, Immortality, Angst & Fluff) – Most lives end. A Tuck Everlasting fusion, in which the Holmes brothers have lived for a very, very long time.

Pressure Points by Starlight05 (T, 17,677 w. || Suspense & Friendship, Intense Themes, Torture) - SEQUEL TO ‘RIDDLES IN THE DARK’ – Sebastian Moran is locked away in prison, but he plots to escape and seek revenge on Mycroft Holmes. Meanwhile, Sherlock and John are dealing with a change in their relationship, trying not to fall apart. And as ties are tested and allegiances altered, events unfold in the streets of London that threaten both the Holmes brothers and everyone they care for.

Checkmate to a Castled King by LaSuen (T, 18,290 w. || Friendship, Hurt / Comfort, Sick Sherlock) - John dies. Or at least everyone thinks he does.

Sympathy for the Devil and Mycroft Holmes by scifigrl47 (T, 18,535 w. || Family, Canon-Compliant, Meddling Mycroft, Big Brother Mycroft) – Mycroft has always protected his younger brother, but there are some things he just can’t control. Sherlock’s relationship with John Watson is one of them. Set during the first two seasons of Sherlock.

All That I Am, All That I Was by KimberlyTheOwl (T, 18,590 w. || Drama, Friendship, Amnesia) – Without his memories of his life and of his friends, who is John Watson? Unusual circumstances place John in a very special kind of danger, while Sherlock fights against fear, doubt, and government obstruction to get him back.

With All My Heart by QuinnAnderson (E, 19,257 w. || Red Marks / Soulmates || Magical Realism, Growing Up, First Kiss / Time, Falling in Love) – AU in which every time a person falls in love, a red line like a tally mark appears on their wrist. Sherlock is determined to keep himself from ever gaining one of these marks for fear that love will corrode his mental faculties. Then he meets John Watson.

Uncharted Territory by J_Baillier (T, 19,603 w. || Dystopian Future / Black Mirror AU || Angst, Drama, Homophobia, Bisexuality, Technology, Humour, Romance, Near Future, Happy Ending) – The System puts people through a series of assigned relationships in order to determine who their Perfect Match is. John believes that it works; Sherlock really, really doesn’t. One of them is probably going to be wrong.

For you, there’s only me by shock_blanket (E, 19,557 w. || Jealous Idiots, Virgin Sherlock, UST/RST, Pining, Miscommunication, First Kiss / Time, Insecure Sherlock, Masturbation) – Sherlock realizes he has fallen in love with John, but believes he is unlovable. Cue lots of pining and jealousy on Sherlock’s part, followed by our favorite cuddly marksman making it all better. Because for Sherlock, there’s only John.

A Life Well-Lived by Kate_Lear (E, 20,121 w. || Original Male Character, Sherlock Woos John, Jealous Sherlock, Reluctant Bi-John, Past Abuse, Insecure John, Reassuring / Caring Sherlock, Protective Sherlock, Understanding Sherlock) – John got scared off men by an abusive past relationship. Sherlock has to try and woo him while not scaring him off with protective possessive rage.

Winter’s Delights by Kate_Lear (E, 21,173 w. || Holmes Family, Christmas, Fake Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Bed Sharing, Domestics) – Sherlock takes John home for Christmas to meet the extended Holmes family. Part 1 of Winter’s Delights

When to Let Go by KendylGirl (M, 22,109 w. || Friends to Lovers, Reverse Reichenbach, Sacrifice, Forgiveness, Angst, Love, Implied Drug Use) – What if it were John who had to die to thwart Moriarty’s plans? John’s supposed death shatters Sherlock, and when he returns, it will challenge the pair to forge a path of forgiveness, to peace, and to find a way back to each other. Part 1 of When to Let Go

The One With the Proposal by kim47 (E, 22,375 w. || Fluff, Romance, Marriage Proposal) – Proposing shouldn’t be this difficult.

The Sexual Awakening of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson by suitesamba (M, 24,579 w. || Post-TRF, Case Fic, H/C, First Kiss/Time) – Sherlock owes Mycroft a favor. Mycroft calls in that favor by offering Sherlock’s consulting services in a charity auction. Sherlock and John soon find themselves at the country manor of Mrs. Ives-Patton Smarmington III - not very coincidentally a long-time friend of Sherlock’s mother - where they are reluctant participants in her Murder Mystery Weekend. It’s a play within a play for Sherlock and John, and their roles for the weekend event bleed over into their real lives, waking the sleeping dragons within.

Tomorrow’s Song by agirlsname (M, 24,645 w. || Post-TRF, POV Sherlock, Angst with a Happy Ending, Virgin / Repressed Sherlock, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Pining, Jealous Sherlock) – How can he think a relationship with me would be a good idea? I am the sort of person to take a break from my life and when I come back after two years, I expect to find it exactly as I left it. In reality I find it shattered to pieces. (I actually equate you with my life. When did I start doing that?)

You Can Imagine the Christmas Dinners by ardenteurophile (T, 23,584 w. || Pre-Slash, Drama, Fluff & Angst, Humour, Romance) – Sherlock takes John along for Christmas dinner with Mycroft and Mummy (And “Anthea”, too). Over the course of the evening, John realises that everyone in the room - apart from him - seems to think that he and Sherlock are a couple. Part 2 of Xmas Dinners Verse

Once Upon a Beast Becoming by antietamfalls (T, 24,042 w. || Beauty and the Beast AU || Magical Realism, Folklore, Celtic Mythology) – An act of pride, a druid’s curse, an enchanted leaf; Sherlock’s torment has lasted an age. Hope arrives in the form of one John Watson, a man uniquely suited to break the spell. But with a single night to win his affections, Sherlock finds his carefully laid plans disrupted by a monstrous killer whose sights are set on the only thing he has left to lose: John.

Dropping the Act by jadztone (T, 27,258 w. || Parentlock, Fake Relationship, Mary’s Family, Post-S4, Cuddling & Snuggling, Bed Sharing, Pining, Christmas) – Sherlock and John are quite happy living together with Rosie in Baker St. They might be even happier if they didn’t act towards each other like their love is only platonic. Mycroft brings troubling news in the form of Mary’s parents wanting to know just what their grandchild’s home life is like. The boys decide to spend Christmas pretending like they are in love in order to seem more like a “normal” family. It’s easy enough to pretend when all you’re doing is dropping the act.

Don’t Leave Anything Out by lookupkate (E, 27,422 w. || Letters / Epistolary, Misunderstandings, Angst, Happy Ending, Alternate Meeting, Sherlock in Love, Pining Sherlock) – The first letter John writes home from Afghanistan is meant to go to a woman he went on only one date with. How it ends up in Sherlock’s hands is completely innocent. What happens next is not. What do you do when you find out the person you’re in love with has been lying about something as monumental as who they are? What do you do when you’re the one who lied?How on earth do you put the pieces back together?

Sherlock Holmes & The Mysterious Ex by Gatergirl79 (M, 27,942 w. || Family, Romance, Holmes Family) – Sherlock and John are forced to spend Christmas with Sherlock’s family. An unsettling idea especially when John will have to play ‘Boyfriend’ thanks to Mycroft. But why exactly does Sherlock want to avoid a family party?

26 Pieces by Lanning (E, 28,236 w. || H/C, Torture, First Time, Happy Ending, Schmoop) – Mycroft gives Sherlock the apparently simple task of solving a puzzle box containing a stolen microchip. It isn’t simple.

An Experiment in Apathy Series by belovedmuerto (G to E, 28,701 w. across 13 stories || Empath John, Empath-by-Proxy Sherlock, Epic Bromance Becomes Romance, Angst, Nightmares, Experiments, Trauma, Dreams, Background Mystrade) – “No man is an island, John. You less so than most.” A sequel to the EiE Series, wherein John and Sherlock explore their relationship.

To be Loved by You by TwisterMelody (M, 28,775 w. || Angst, H/C, Friends to Lovers, Post-HLV, Infidelity, Character Death) – Too many times they had confessed themselves in the darkness, leaving it there, never to speak of it again. But this is different. This love deserves the light of day.

Jack In The Box by Liketheriver (T, 30,785 w. || Romance, Case Fic, H/C, Lestrade First POV) – John’s been kidnapped, Mycroft has rules, and Lestrade has to do his best to keep up with Sherlock as they deal with a returning foe. Lestrade POV as he and Sherlock work to find John, even though that’s the last thing John seems to want. Part 2 of Bedtime Universe

Shallow Grave by SilentAuror (E, 31,672 w. || Romance, Angst, HLV Fix It, Infidelity, Pining Sherlock) – Starts as Sherlock’s plane is taking off at the end of His Last Vow. When he finds out that Moriarty is alive and that he’s being recalled from his mission, Sherlock decides that he should have told John how he felt before he left. So he walks off the plane and kisses him.

A Study In Auto-Signatures, Sniper Dolphins, and Sex Holidays by cwb (E, 32,690 w. || Case Fic, Post S3, Evil Mary, Dev. Rel., Honeymoon, Epistolary, Bottomlock, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Secret Agents, BAMF!John) – John and Mary go on their sex holiday, and Sherlock is grumpy and pining about it. Part 1 of HOT DOLPHIN SEX

Our Enthusiasms Which Cannot Always Be Explained by withoutawish (M, 32,961 w. || Christmas, Fluff and Angst, H/C, Post-TRF, Case Fic, Mild Gore, Sherlock Whump) – The list that is tacked haphazardly on the refrigerator of 221B reads, ‘Kidney(s), and/or a full cadaver (preferably male, late 30s, under six feet tall), bag of fresh toes, sixteen cow’s eyes (corneas retained), dual exhaust hand –held flame thrower, an unopened first edition copy of Joseph Conrad’s ‘Heart of Darkness’, and no less than ten abhorrently gruesome murders in the upcoming month.” The one neatly hanging next to it simply reads, “Sex.” One of these lists is not John Watson’s. If John Watson were to put what he really wanted in list form, to live in a land somewhere beyond ‘almosts’ now that Sherlock Holmes has indeed returned to him, he would never be able to look his flatmate in the eye ever again.

Pater Noster by SilentAuror (E, 34,256 w. || Case Fic, HLV+, Family Trauma, Sherlock POV, Villain Mary) – During the autumn that John is staying at Baker Street again after Sherlock was shot, he ruminates over the similarity between Sherlock’s shot and the one that killed his father when he was fifteen. Cold case meets series 3 fix-it. Part I takes place entirely within His Last Vow, Part II takes place starting at the end of HLV and continues after.

The Yellow Poppies by SilentAuror (E, 34,952 w. || H/C, Nightmares, HLV Fix-It, PTSD, Trauma, POV Sherlock, Doctor John) – Sherlock is threatened and assaulted in the hospital immediately after having been shot in the heart, first by Mary, then by Magnussen. As he recovers at Baker Street with John and plans the attack on Appledore with Mycroft, he fights to work through the trauma caused by these two visits. Set during His Last Vow.

That Partitioning of the Things of Youth by wearitcounts (E, 35,353 w. || Humour and Angst, Post-TRF, Fake Relationship, UST / RST, Friends to Lovers, Jealous John) – Victor Trevor is in town, and nobody’s happy.

Act IV by SilentAuror (E, 39,707 w. || First Person POV Sherlock, HLV Fix-It, Indifelity, Angst, Drama) – After Sherlock is shot, John moves back into Baker Street. They spend the autumn together as John tries to make sense of his life and make some important decisions about both Mary and Sherlock. Canon-compliant, excerpts from His Last Vow.

The Semantics of Crop Circle Formation: a case study by Sherlock Holmes [unpublished] by canolacrush (M, 41,710 w. || Sherlock POV, Aliens, Wordplay, Casefic) – “Look at these photographs,” I said, gesturing to the wall of crop circles. “What do you observe?”“Crop circles,” John replied.“Obvious. What else?”“Are…are those intestines surrounding them?”“Yes. The majority are bovine and ovine in origin. The farmers who have acquired these crop circles in their fields have also had a tenth of their livestock murdered and arranged thus.” “Why?” John said, presumably in a rhetorical fashion. I detest rhetorical questions. “That is what I must find out, John.”

The Soul Remembers by i_ship_an_armada (E, 43,636 w. || Oblivion AU || Post-Apocalypse, Movie Fusion, Science Fiction, Action/Adventure, Angst, Dreams, Bittersweet Ending) – John Watson is the lone security repairman stationed on a desolate, nearly-ruined future Earth. His dreams are plagued by a tall, dark-haired man, and when his dreams meet reality, he will be forced to question everything he believes is the truth about his life.

Left by lifeonmars (M, 45,153 w. || Magical Realism) – John Watson is left-handed. He’s tried not to let it affect his life, but as any Lefty knows, that’s almost impossible.

Triage by scullyseviltwin (E, 51,612 w. || Character Injury, Introspection) – Sherlock’s mind goes exceedingly, devastatingly quiet and gray-blank. When he speaks it’s through a thick haze, it’s through molasses, he’s so disconnected from the words that it may as well be the unconscious shooter speaking.

In the Dark Hours by hubblegleeflower (E, 51,639 w. || Friends to Lovers, Unreliable Narrator, Closeted Bi John, Angst, Miscommunications, Slow Burn, First Time, John’s Blog / Epistolary) – John, wounded and silent, drifts back to Baker Street for healing…and then goes home again. He visits, gets more upbeat, chattier, smiles, jokes… and still goes home again. Sherlock wants him to move back in - it just makes sense - but John shows no signs of doing so. This is the story of how John and Sherlock learn to say what needs to be said when they’re both so very, very rubbish at talking.

The Homecoming Series by sussexbound (M, 51,744 w. across 12 stories, WIP || Domestics, PTSD, Love Confessions, Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling, Jealousy, Family Issues, Cuddling) – Sometimes home is all you need. After three years of horror, betrayals, and crushing loss, John and Sherlock find their way back home to one another, and together find new footing in a world that has changed forever.

Spare Change by Ermerness (E, 51,966 w. || Rich Holmeses AU || First Kiss / Time, Holmes Family, Virgin Sherlock, Anal, First Meetings) – The Holmes family is one of the richest and most powerful in England. Sherlock spends his time flying around the world on the family’s private jet drinking a lot and shopping at expensive boutiques as a way of trying to alleviate his endless boredom. His mother decides it’s time he settles down with someone powerful, wealthy and well connected. John Watson happens to be none of those things.

Coventry by standbygo (E, 52,020 w. || Dollhouse AU || Case Fic, Slow Burn, Sci-Fi / Fantasy, First Kiss / Time, Attempted Rape, BAMF John, Falling in Love) – “Let me get this straight,” John said, wondering when his life had become a science fiction film. “Some guy orders up a personality, a person, to his specifications, and they program this into a real live person, who has consented to do this, and she goes to this person and acts as his wife, or lawyer, or Royal Marine, or Navy Seal or what have you, and she has all the skills, all the knowledge, everything? Then you say the magic words, and she follows you back to The House, and they erase it all until her next appointment?”

Lost Without My Blogger by starrysummernights (E, 52,155 w. || Rev. Reich, PTSD, Hurt / Comfort, Fluff / Angst, Psychological Torture, Reunion Fic, Friends to Lovers) – John is abducted and declared dead. How will Sherlock cope without his blogger? How will he react when John comes back from the “dead?” Drama and angst with a healthy dose of romance. Part 1 of I’d Be Lost Without My Blogger

John Watson’s Twelve Days of Christmas by earlgreytea68 (M, 53,464 w. || Christmas, Holmes Family, Fake Relationship, Alternate First Meeting, Falling in Love, Fluff and Angst, Hardcore Pining) – It’s the holiday season. John Watson needs money. Sherlock Holmes needs something else.

Albion and the Woodsman by Glenmore (E, 54,437 w. || Post S3 || Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Angst, Family, Drug Use, Depression, Sherlock POV) – Sherlock and John are devastated after Mary Morstan makes her final moves. Sherlock relapses at the crack house, John walks around the world … and a lot happens in between. Parentlock, in the good way.

Wars We Fought, Things We’re Not by blueink3 (M, 55,206 w. || Parentlock, Fluff & Angst, Kidnapping, Whump, Post-TAB, UST, Slow Burn, Couple for a Case) – Five months after John’s world has fallen apart, Mycroft sends the consulting detective and his doctor on a case that neither is prepared for.

Bridging the Ravine by SilentAuror (E, 58,883 w. || Post S4, Couple For a Case, Bed-Sharing, First Times, Confessions, Awkwardness, Sex Trafficking) – Sherlock and John go undercover at Ravine Valley, a therapy centre for same-sex male couples in an investigation into a possible human trafficking ring. As they pose as a couple and fake their way through the therapy sessions for the sake of the case, it quickly becomes difficult to avoid discussing their very real issues. Set roughly six nine months after series 4.

An Experiment in Empathy Series by belovedmuerto (T, 62,397 w. across 13 stories || Empath AU || Psychic John, Psychic-by-Proxy Sherlock, Empathy, Psychic Bond, Romance / Bromance) – In which John is an empath, Sherlock is Sherlock, and an epic bromance happens. In the aftermath of The Great Game, John creates an unexpected bond between himself and Sherlock. Now they have to learn how to deal with it. John is better at this than Sherlock is.

You Have Drawn Red From My Hands by J_Baillier (T, 67,085 w. || Three Garridebs, Heavy John Whump, Hurt / Comfort, Pining, Heavy Angst, Case Fic/Adventure, Slow Burn, Sick Fic, Injury, Guilt & Depression, Just Talk Already Please, Medical Realism, PTSD) – John getting injured leads Sherlock on a path of guilt and revelations.

Electric Pink Hand Grenade by BeautifulFiction (E, 67,718 w. || First Time / Kiss, Seizures, Headaches) – “If Sherlock’s brain is a hard drive, then these attacks are an electro-magnetic pulse.” Sherlock Holmes does not do anything by half, not even a migraine. It falls to John to witness one of the greatest minds he has ever known tear itself apart, and he must do his best to help Sherlock pick up the pieces.

The Moonlight and the Frost by CaitlinFairchild (E, 77,289 w. || Case Fic, Post-HLV, Self Harm, Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Oral/Anal/Rimming, Romance, Angst, Mary is Not Nice) – John has to somehow rebuild his life in the wake of Mary’s betrayal and Sherlock’s deceptions.

Secrets and Revelations by Hisstah (E, 85,535 w. || Sentinel / Guides AU, Omegaverse, Aventure, Violence, Anal / Oral, Omega!John / Alpha!Sherlock, Case Fic, Politics, Mild DubCon) – Dr John Watson has some major secrets that he’s kept from his flatmate, Alpha Sentinel Sherlock Holmes. Now the Sentinel Tower is after him. Can John stay out of their hands until he can reveal his secrets to Sherlock? Part 1 of Secrets and Revelations

Bleed Me Out by antietamfalls (E, 87,987 w. || Vampire AU || Bonding, Vampire Sherlock, Fluff & Angst, H/C, John Whump, Magical Realism) – John isn’t exactly surprised to discover that Sherlock isn’t human. His vampirism doesn’t pose a problem, even when their relationship gradually grows into something more. That is, until a deadly revelation about John’s blood sends their lives spinning dangerously out of control.

The Stars Move Still by BeautifulFiction (E, 96,022 w. || Magical Realism, Demons, Slash to Pre-Slash, AU, Happy Ending) – “What could I want so desperately that would make me sell my soul? What could possibly compel me to surrender the part of myself that makes me who I am: the source of my magic, my self-control, everything?”

Definitions by siennna (T, 101,528 w. || Dev. Rel., Pining, Fluff and Romance, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Fluff, Cuddles) – Sherlock’s journey in defining his flat mate and stumbling through the muddled world of emotion.{{This feels complete; the chapter count is listed as ? but I feel like it is done}}

The Heart In The Whole by verityburns (E, 101,650 || Post-TGG Canon Divergence, Drama & Angst, H/C, First Time, Blind Sherlock) – Events after ‘The Great Game’ leave Sherlock dependent on his best friend and colleague. But John has a secret of his own…

Breakable by MissDavis (E, 117,627 w. || Established, Fluff/Angst, Depression, Paralysis, Happy-ish Ending) – After John is seriously injured, Sherlock struggles to figure out how to help him, keep himself sane, and maybe, just maybe, get their life back to the way it’s supposed to be. Part 1 of Breakable Not Broken

The Swan Triad by Pennin_Ink (T, 121,660 w. across 3 works || Swan Lake AU || Magical / Fairy Tale AU, Romance, Falling in Love, Pining, Psychological Torture, Transformation) – Sherlock and John grow up spending every summer together. Their mothers’ attempts to play matchmaker only fuel their mutual resentment and scorn. But then, one summer.

To Light Another’s Path by BeautifulFiction (E, 128,654 w. || Post-TGG, Sick Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Drug Addiction / Recreational Drug Use, First Time / Kiss, Case Fic) – Teaching John to observe seems to be a losing battle, but when Sherlock falls ill and submits himself to John’s care, will he realise that there is more to life than the science of deduction? Meanwhile, there is a murder to solve, and John must try and convince Sherlock not to sacrifice his own health for the sake of the case.

The Horse and his Doctor by khorazir (T, 129,003 w. || Horse / Vet AU || Magical Realism, Horses, Vet John, Horse Sherlock, Implied Alcoholism) – Invalided after a run in with a poacher in Siberia, veterinary surgeon John Watson finds it difficult to acclimatise to the mundanity of London life. Things change when a friend invites him along to a local animal shelter and he meets their latest acquisition, a trouble-making Frisian with the strangest eyes and even stranger quirks John has ever encountered in a horse.

A Fold in the Universe by darkest_bird (E, 152,869 w. || Omegaverse / Prime Universe Crossover || OmegaJohn / AlphaSherlock, First Kiss / Time, Friends to Lovers, Established Relationship, Angst, H/C, Dub Con, Humour) – Alpha Sherlock and Omega John are in a relationship. Prime Sherlock and Prime John are not. So what happens when a freak fold in the universe switches one John for the other?

Fallen Series by Belladonna_Q, mamishka (T, 222,094 w. across 3 works || Winglock || Angel!John, Angels & Demons, Faes, Christianity, Changelings) – In a world where myth, mystery, and the supernatural flourish beneath the veneer of modern civilization, Sherlock is a master of magic as well as science and deduction. But there are some things that he cannot see, riddles he cannot unravel, even when they walk right beside him in the form of one John Watson…

The Gilded Cage by BeautifulFiction (E, 326,887 w. || Omegaverse || Omega Sherlock / Alpha John, Friends to Lovers, Dub Con, Reproductive Rights) – In a world where Omegas are the property of the elite Alphas, locked away and treasured by those wealthy enough to buy them, John never questioned his flatmate’s secondary gender. Sherlock Holmes was an Alpha through-and through. Wasn’t he? A chance discovery turns the world on its head, and John is left grappling to come to terms with Sherlock’s past as events conspire to threaten their future.

MARKED FOR LATER

These fics are in my MFL list, and I haven’t read any of them, so please read at your own discretion.

A Prequel of Sorts by foxy61 (G, 6,561 w. || Kidlock / Teenlock, Time Manipulation, Big Brother Mycroft) – William Sherlock Scott Holmes was born in a little cottage in the middle of a blizzard January 6th 1977. He was delivered by an ex-army doctor, one Dr. John Hamish Watson who apparently didn’t exist or at least not yet. Part 2 of A Blizzard Started it All

Turn Left by Mycroftpedia (T, 9,057 w. || Time Travel, Platonics, Angst With a Happy Ending, Soulmates, Loneliness, John-centric, Emotional Hurt) – “If you could go back in time, would you’ll make it all differently? Would you’ll avoid the road that took you to Sherlock?” John stared at him, trying to study him in the same way he had seen Sherlock doing so many times. He was trying to figure out where Mycroft wanted to go with that question. To an inner reflection? Simple and mere curiosity? Or was there something more? John wondered when it was the last time he had seen him so serious. Mycroft Holmes was perennially serious, but that time there was something different, something that frightened him. “Right now?” He demanded at the end, challenging him, hoping to throw out some other word or some suspicious behavior. Nothing came up. “Yes.” Inspired by Doctor Who, Turn Left.

One Day in Burgundy by a_different_equation (E, 12,323 w. || Post-TRF, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sherlock’s Violin, Cooking, Shower Sex, Honeymoon, Emotional Rollercoaster, Road Trips, Happy Ending, Good Brother Mycroft) – While being on their honeymoon in Burgundy, Sherlock tells John the story of his sexual awakening. A tale about an unexpected road trip, French cuisine, a violin concert at ‘The End of the World’, a visit of an old church, oh, and Victorian Pornography. And like all good stories, it starts and ends in bed. Part 2 of Johnlock Around The World

Hellfire by testosterone_tea (E, 28,596 w. || Fantasy / Magic / Mages / Elementals AU || Mage Sherlock, Elemental John, Developing Relationship, Torture, Powerful / BAMF John, POV Alternating, Dark / Blood Magic, UST, First Kiss) – Sherlock is a Mage that gets involved with a case involving Dark Summoning rituals, leading him to John Watson, a man with Berserker blood. The only thing is, Berserkers have been extinct for centuries. And of course, nothing involving Mycroft and his interfering ways is ever simple. This time, even Sherlock may have bitten off more than he can chew.

Anchor Point by trickybonmot (E, 49,856 w. || Truman Show AU || Psychological Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Dark Characters / Fic) – The world tunes in nightly for Sherlock, the ultimate in reality TV: Sherlock Holmes, a real person with a legendary name, unknowingly lives out his life in a staged setting contrived by his brother. Things get complicated when a retired army doctor joins the show to play the part of Sherlock’s closest friend. This fic borrows its concept from the 1998 film, the Truman Show. However, you don’t need to have any knowledge of the movie to enjoy this story.

The Case of the Moebius Trip by Bitenomnom (NR, 129,218 w. || Time Travel, BAMF!John, Angst, Death, Post-TRF) – When John finally gives in and accepts a case for the first time since Sherlock fell eight months ago, he finds himself in a unique position: in possession of what his client calls a time machine, and desperate enough to give it a go. If it works, he could travel back in time. If it works, he could save Sherlock.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #big brother mycroft #my fic recs #Anonymous #mycroft fics #mycroft holmes

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collapsethis · 5 years

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Far Cry 5 Deputy Ask Meme

Name: Giselle Fontaine/ Kassandra Stathi

Height: 5’ 4”

Hair: Shoulder length dark brown hair

Eye Color: Gray

Skin color: Tan with freckles

Age: 28

Gender: Female, she/her pronouns

Sexuality: Bisexual

1. How did they end up at the Hope County Sheriff’s Department? How long have they worked there?

Before Hope county Giselle was apart of an underground para-military group that spanned the globe that was formed after the U.S dropped the bombs on Japan to try and slow the creation or more bombs by other governments. It was a small group at first but gained steam during the Cold War. Giselle’s parents were both agents who would go “on vacation” for a few months in another part of the world to steal info on the nuclear programs of various countries. She joined when she was a teenager. Unfortunately, after one job she caught the attention of a serial killer who was a former agent. He kidnapped her but she escaped. Her handler in the organization decided to fake her death and move her to safe place. He sent her to Hope County because Dutch was apart of the group in his youth and is the only one who knows the truth.

2. Relationship with Pratt, Hudson, and Whitehorse?

She has a professional relationship with the others in the Sheriff’s department because she is still adjusting to her new life. She feels a bit bad about lying to them.

3. Do they have an education?

She was homeschooled by her parents both of whom were professors before joining the organization, was trained by the organization in various espionage skills and sciences, is an excellent hacker.

4. Where are they from? Did they speak a different language there?

Was born in Alabama to a Louisiana French mother with a deep southern accent and a Greek father. She knows English, Spanish,French (both the original French dialect and the Creole version spoken in the deep south) also knows Greek and a smattering of Italian from her time in the org.

5. Is there anyone outside the valley that might have come looking for them?

The serial killer that kidnapped her tried to “reclaim” her when she was in the hospital after she escaped and tried to grab her again before she “died” and came to Montana. She and Dutch are both preparing for when he finds her.

6. Did they have a religious background of any kind?

Wasn’t particularly religious, was raised on the belief that the only way for humanity to survive and thrive is to support and protect the ones that can’t protect themselves. She was raised on the idea that sometimes you have to eliminate a threat to protect others. But when she was escaping from the serial killer she had an experience that makes her believe more of what Josephs been saying than she lets on.

1. What was going through their head when the helicopter went down and during the subsequent chase?

She was thinking about how her handler told her that hope county was supposed to be calm, supposed to be her “retirement”

2. Were they afraid of Joseph and Eden’s Gate? Angry?

She wasn’t afraid so much as sad that someone who had obviously been through so much was choosing to spread that pain around instead of helping people.

3. Did they trust Dutch?

Dutch is the only one in the county that she really trusts. He was apart of the same group as her and is the only one that knows that truth about her.

4. How did they feel about their team being taken by the cult, did they count them as lost, did they want them back, did they not care?

Due to her upbringing there was no way she was going to leave them in the Seeds’ hands. She also feel responsible because with all her training she still didn’t see this coming.

5. How did they take to the idea of being part of, if not leading, the resistance?

She loves the resistance. She helps them whenever she can. She tries to turn them more towards saving other people and helping the county rather than focused on revenge on the Seeds.

6. Which companions did they recruit, and who did they travel with the most?

She travels mostly with Grace, she loves her quiet support, as Giselle tends towards rambling. She also fucking loves Boomer and takes him everywhere.

7. Did they have time to find romance amidst the chaos? How did they do it?

She doesn’t intentionally romance anyone. But, shit happens.

8. Feelings about Joseph?

She feels empathy for Joseph, for what he and his siblings have gone through, and if there’s a chance that she can redeem any of them she’ll take it. Due to her own experiances she’s 100% sure that he isn’t hearing God. She wants him to realize that and make steps to heal not only the county but him and his siblings as well.

9. Feelings about the other Seeds?

She also feels a lot of empathy for the other Seeds as well and wants to help them, in a way, atone for what they’re doing. She has already decided that she isn’t going to kill them to liberate the regions.Her parents taught her that you should always try to help even the ones who seems the worst, as they’re usually the ones that need it the most. She feels for them but she also won’t take shit either. She feels most strongly against Jacob and his “cull the weak” mentality, since it’s directly opposite what she was raised on.

10. How did they handle having to kill animals and other humans? Had they done it before?

She has had to kill people before as part of the organization, mostly as assassinations. She doesn’t like it but she is very good at it. She has a harder time with animals because she wasn’t taught how to deal with them. She got a crash course from Dutch when she got to Hope County but she’s still not as confident or comfortable killing them. She views animals as “innocents” that have no ill intentions to her and are just going with their instincts, except for turkeys, she hates turkeys.

11. Which canon ending did they choose in-game, and would you have changed the ending at all?

She’s going to do what she can to change the ending, but in game she would have chosen the resist ending.

1. Favorite weapon(s)?

Combat knife, hand gun, bow and smoke bombs. She can use rifles but she isn’t as good with them.

2. Stealth or firepower?

Stealth all the way. Until she gets spotted and then its full on Black Widow at the end of IM2 rampage.

3. How did they spend their time, when not fighting peggies?

When she’s not fighting peggies she’s working with Dutch to make a bunker for the resistance, just in case.

4. Where did they live during the events of the game?

She moves between living in Falls End and popping down to Dutch.

5. Any other facts you want to share about your Deputy!

She loved watching action and spy movies with Dutch while they heckled all the mistakes before all the shit hit the fan.

She spent so much of her time as a teenager training to join the org that she never really dated, so she’s a virgin. She’s not really bothered by this.

She has a long jagged scar on her chest, right in the middle between her breasts that goes from just above her boobs to the top part of her sternum from her time with the serial killer.

She and Dutch refer to her handler as her “Uncle” who sent her to “family friend” Dutch when her parents died.

Her parents both died in a car accident when she was 20.

Dutch and the killer were both in the org at the same time. Dutch hated him with a burning passion for no reason he could pinpoint, as such the killer is terrified of Dutch. This is why her handler sent her to Dutch.

#fc5 #deputy #far cry 5 #far cry 5 oc #I finally wrote something about my dep!#so excited #sorry for the wall of text

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bolbianddolanhouse · 5 years

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oops, I have a BNHA OC [self insert]

BNHA AU

Name: Itati Palma age: 15 {normal 1st year HS age} gender: Female sexuality: Cis-gender, Heterosexual quirk: Mid-range Telekinesis and Copy school: UA high class: 1-A, Intelligence Courses (Secret Service section of the school, tho not canon, is a lesser known section of UA with small class sizes)

Likes: Memes, coffee, flowers and scented stationary

Dislikes: Ignorance, Capitalism, authority figures and unseasoned food

Quirk:

What it does: Can levitate self, other object/persons, teleport

flaw/limit:

1) Though no limit to how much they can levitate and move other objects, they HAVE to expose their armpits to activate telekinesis (in other words, T-pose) 2) Can teleport only 2 miles at a time and even then, the location HAS to be a location they’ve visited/passed through before 3) in order to teleport an object/another person, they have to have the object/person against their chest (think of a tight hug)

what it does: copy other quirks

flaw/limit:

1) Can also copy mutations if its in relation of the quirk 2) HAS to touch the person’s face with their hand in order to copy the quirk 3) Can copy someones double quirk but its harder to control 4) Can’t sustain the copy for too long, depending on the quirk and how many, can sustain between 5 mins to 8 hours

About the family:

Neron Palma: Father (metal manipulation) Elde Palma: Mother (Full Range Telekinesis and Erasure) Primavera Palma: Older sister (Rampage and Fire) Joaquin Palma: Little Brother (Elasticity and Flight) -Double quirks run on the mother’s side, Elemental manipulation runs on the father’s side. Telekinesis runs on both sides. Hispanic family of immigrant parents and older sibling, brother and I are American born. Nobody is a pro-hero BUT quirks are used for their respected occupations. In America, theres no pro-heroes due to unjust and corrupt government, but Batman is a thing (all other comic book heroes are just comics and cartoons).

Combat techniques and preferences:

Though having a double quirk and being potentially powerful, they rely on their quick thinking and environment when in combat. Not really being the type to physically fight, they’re the team strategist and last resort. Even though not choosing to be a hero, they have a signature fighting style thats a mix of lucha libre and MMA fighting. Since they’re in the Intelligence course, they also use a whole range of gadgets like net guns, stun guns, ammo guns, flash grenades and blades to name a few that they keep concealed and carry. Works best in teams but can carry on their own if they need to.

About :

Just a bright and talented American teen when their whole world was rocked by an up and coming gang that attacked the high school she was attending at the time. When she saw her favorite teacher get shot by the gang leader, she stood in front of them and fought him to the death. Even though she managed to disable the leader, he shot her in the abdomen, causing her to bleed out as he escaped. Thinking this was the end of her life, she woke up in a government controlled hospital and was told that they intervened a government case and was given 3 options. To re-locate with their family, stay and die or to join the secret service but leave the country until all gang activity dies out. Though a hard choice on their family, they accept the 3rd option for the safety of their family. They fake her death and she gets quickly sent to Japan to attend UA as a last minute enrollee to the Intelligence program.

School life:

Since she was an international student and tested out of alot of subjects (like english, sciences and 1st year math), she was able to get a specialized class schedule that allowed them to take part of the hero course while taking intelligence courses. So she interacts with the 1-A students for 2 hours out of the school day. Everyone gets along with her and include her as much as possible, even as far as training with them. Since she didn’t bring her family with her to Japan, alot of their ‘adult reliance’ came from Midnight, Present Mic and Eraserhead. She basically only has 2 very close friends that she met in their Intelligence course, Jin and Mimi (more on them in another post). Lived by themselves until the introduction of dorms.

Uniform and Costume:

She wears the uniform like all the other girls but with more personality. Often wears colorful knee-high socks, makeup (to hid eye bags mostly), shoes vary from normal loafers to ugg looking-ass boots. On the pocket of the blazer, they wear their flag pins with pride (all international students were given flag pins to let other students know where they’re from and home culture. Mine were the American flag and Mexican flag). Hair always done differently daily to show off how long, thick and curly it is. At first, they didn’t have PE clothes bc of their rush enrollment, so they had to wear basketball shorts and witty t-shirts to do training. When the measurements were done, her PE clothes were like the UA track suit but with shorts instead of pants and had their last name and American flag on the upper back of the jacket. As for costume, everyone in the intelligence course gets a custom variation of a black jumpsuit with utility belt and holsters. Mine was a jumpsuit with shorts, mesh long sleeves, thigh high compression stockings, steel toe boots and a drop down visor. On the upper thigh of the suit is embroidered Agent number (Im number 19) and two flags (American and Mexican).

Fun details:

Acts like the class cool older sibling even though they’re all the same age. If they didn’t leave America, she would’ve studied to be a musician or writer. Everyone gets intrigued when they speak spanish (often its cursing). Doesn’t like using their copy quirk but the 1-A boys are always actin’ the fool and they catch these hands then get their ass kicked with their own quirk. Often feels homesick and gets depressed over her situation but chooses not to seek help from others (Midnight is often the one to help them out without being asked). Doesn’t sleep much to upkeep with school work but also parties alot with their Intelligence class until the sun rises. To everyone’s surprise, she has a drivers license and drives to school (up until the dorm situation, they just teleport to school and drive when they do shopping). Is an LGBTQA+ ally and will fight anyone who bullies them, even if they don’t know them.

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I decided to share my BNHA self insert bc I’ve been having these dreams where I attend UA and live a whole ass life in that universe. These dreams have been continuous for about 4 months now and I REALLY want the 4 season to start so I can stop and dream literally anything else. In the meantime, if you stumbled upon this post and want/need to read something to bide the time until season 4 (or just want to read self insert AUs), Ill be updating often on this AU for anyone’s reading pleasure. Thanks for stopping by today :3 Ill put a link to the next one here! Bye for now!

#bnha #mha #oc #self insert au #not canon #will update regularly #bnha quirks #ask me anything

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winterscaptain · 4 years

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fear itself.

Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral Reader

a/n: part two of the 100 arc! this installment covers the events of faceless, nameless. i am living for the feedback! please keep it coming. i can’t wait to hear what you think as we go through this (very emotionally wrought) section.

words: 4.5k warnings: canon-typical violence, language, hospital setting

summary: four hours of sleep and aaron’s missing. what else could go wrong?

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4:02am “Just got home, so I’m calling like you asked. Shoot me a text when you get back to the apartment, if you aren’t already asleep. Call me when you’re up and we can work on that Nebraska consult, maybe in the early afternoon? Goodnight. Sleep well.”

8:13am “Hey, it’s me. I know I’m not supposed to be worried about you, but we were called in a half hour ago and you’re still not here...so...give me a call when you get this. Bye.”

8:48am “Hey, it’s me, checking in again. You’re probably still asleep, but I’ve never known you to sleep more than seven hours...so if I don’t hear from you by eleven I’ll drag you out of bed myself.”

9:51am “We’re headed to the crime scene. Garcia’s sent you the address. I know JJ’s been calling you too, so just...I dunno? Call us back? Bye.”

10:20am “If you’re getting these and ignoring me, I hope you know you’re taking years off my life right now.”

11:08am “Um...Call me back. I’m starting to worry. Well...not starting. I’ve been worried. But I’m getting...really worried.”

11:37am “Aaron please call me and let me know you’re alright. You’re scaring me.”

+++

Needless to say, it’s been a weird day. Why you expected anything else after that wretched Canada case and four hours of sleep, you have no idea.

You had a horrible dream last night, on top of everything else. The image of Aaron broken and bleeding beside you hadn’t left your mind since it first appeared in Foyet’s kitchen. You tried to shake it off every time, but it was persistent.

We’ll worry about that later.

You check the time again, trying to ignore the weird feeling in your gut.

Where is he?

Your phone rings and your heart leaps. Guilt (and a little bit of embarrassment) pricks at you when you’re disappointed to see Emily’s name on your phone. You answer.

“You have to get down here.” Her voice isn’t frantic, per se, but the urgency is undeniable.

“What’s going on?”

She takes a breath. “I just got off the phone with Garcia - I have crime scene techs and SWAT on the way to Hotch’s apartment, and I need you here.”

All the blood in your body seems to rush into your head, and you lean heavily on the nearest object - the dining room table. “What?”

“I - I don’t know. All his stuff is here and there's -” She stutters for a second. “There’s blood on the carpet, broken glass, and a bullet hole in the wall by the kitchen. No Hotch.”

An eerie kind of calm washes over you, and you straighten, making eye contact with Derek. “Okay. Let me just -”

Derek gets a call, but keeps his eyes on you. “What’s goin’ on, Baby Girl?...What do you mean ‘Emily just called SWAT to Hotch’s apartment’ what -“

You break his gaze as he nods at you and turns to the rest of the team. “Emily, I’ll be right there. Don’t go anywhere.”

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You make it to the hospital with Emily. You flash your credentials and it gets you exactly where you want to go.

When you see him, your breath catches. He looks awful - drawn and small and wrapped in what seems like miles of gauze. Emily grabs your arm, but you’re not sure if it's for her benefit or yours.

This is, after all, your worst nightmare come to life. A little chill crawls up your spine. This whole thing has you feeling six different kinds of scared.

The nurse lets you into his room, telling you he’ll be out for another hour, at least. “He needs the rest.”

Emily leaves you to retrieve coffee. You take the opportunity to sit beside him and slide your hand under his, careful not to disturb the IV. Your hand shakes - whether from anxiety, fear, fury, or all of the above, you’re not sure.

“If you die, Aaron Hotchner, I’ll kill you.”

You hear a little laugh from the doorway and you pull your hand from him. Emily shakes her head, two cups of coffee in her hands. “You’re fine. I'm not going to tattle.”

You squint. “Tattle?”

She rolls her eyes. “You’re so clueless it’s almost cute, but he’s worse.” She throws her head toward Hotch with a fond smile, handing you your cup of coffee.

+++

The rest of the team arrives in a flurry a little while later, and the nurse has to warn them off as Aaron starts to wake.

They quiet down, surrounding his bedside. You haven’t moved, making it your mission to keep your eyes on him at all times.

His eyes flutter before closing again. “Where am I?”

“You’re in the hospital,” you say, keeping your voice quiet and steady despite the tightness in your chest.

“How did I get here?”

Derek gets that one. “Foyet drove you.”

Aaron takes a breath. It’s shaky, and you imagine he’s in a lot of pain. Emily leans forward, looking for his eyes. “Can you remember what happened?”

He tells you, slowly, about how Foyet broke into the apartment, waited until he was home with his guard down, fired a shot, and then...He trails off. A heavy breath leaves him. “What did he take?”

You have an answer. “There was a page missing from your day planner, the Bs from the address section.”

He closes his eyes and his breath grows faster, his heart rate increasing. After a moment, he collects himself and asks Emily, “What did he leave?”

“I don’t know.”

“He also leaves something with his victims.”

Emily shakes her head. “I looked through your entire apartment. Nothing felt out of place.”

“Where are my clothes?”

“Right here.” You reach over, grabbing the bag and removing his bloody shirt with only the barest moment of hesitation. He reaches for the envelope of his personal effects and you press it into his hand, saving him the effort.

Tears prick at your eyes as you watch his hands shake, opening his wallet. He’s eerily quiet, and you catch a glimpse of a photo, tucked into the fold.

Haley and Jack. There’s blood on it. You recognize it from the desk in his home office space.

No.

Aaron’s come to the same conclusion, falling back on the pillows with a look you can only describe as defeated. It scares you. You swallow, pushing your tears back.

That’s the last thing he needs right now.

“Haley’s maiden name is Brooks. I always listed her in the Bs in my personal information in case it fell into the wrong hands.” Your hand, like JJ’s, has fallen over your mouth.

Oh.

Of course.

Of course, he keeps her under Brooks. All he wants to do is keep her safe.

You hope, one day, that someone will love you that much, will want to protect you with the same ferocity, will think of you before anything else.

You could only be so lucky.

He swallows and continues. “He knows where they live.”

Derek makes assignments. You’re to stay right where you are, while the rest focus on locating Haley and Jack.

When it’s just the two of you, he closes his eyes again. “I don’t know what I’m going to do if -”

“They’ll find her. They’ll find Jack. They’ll be safe.”

You have to believe it, too. They’re too important to you, to central to your life, now

He shakes his head, his eyes cracking open. “Why didn’t I just take the deal?” Clearing his throat, he continues, his voice a little stronger, but still rough. “He told me I should have. I never thought -” He cuts himself off.

You hand him a cup of water, and he takes it gratefully. Idly, you note he hasn’t looked you in the eye yet.

“Do you want an answer to your question?”

He doesn’t answer you, looking across the room.

You lean into his eye line. “You didn’t take the deal because you have the most integrity of anyone I’ve ever known. Anything he does is on him. It’s not on you.”

“But,” his voice breaks and the smallest of tears falls out of his eye. It tracks down his temple until you gently wipe it away with your thumb. “But I could have stopped all of this.”

“No,” you whisper. Your hand lingers on the side of his face. “No. He’ll be this way wherever he goes. The only way you change that is by catching him, Hotch.”

He finally looks at you, his brown eyes exhausted, hurting, and bloodshot. You card your fingers through the hair at his temple, putting the oxygen cannula back over his ear. Soon, he closes his eyes again, his vitals evening out as he falls asleep.

“We’ll get him, Aaron.”

A few tense minutes later, your phone buzzes in your pocket. When you see the caller ID, a shot of adrenaline zings around your body. “Haley?”

Your name is a sigh of relief in her mouth. “SWAT scared the hell out of me and I just - I don’t know.”

“Oh, Haley I’m so sorry. I should have gone over there with the team but -“ Derek knew my stress wouldn’t be useful.

“No, no. It’s fine. They’re getting Jack from a friend’s house, but they told me what’s going on. I’ll see you when I get to the hospital. I just -“ She laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “I just freaked out.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll see you soon.”

“I’ll see you soon. I love you.”

Your heart pulls. “I love you, too.”

She hangs up, and you stuff your phone back in your pocket.

Aaron wakes again when you pull a case file from your bag, but you’re not sure it’s your doing.

Shit.

He looks around a little frantically for a moment, still disoriented. You rise and cross the room, finding one of his hands.

“Hotch, it’s okay. You’re still in the hospital.”

“Haley?”

You nod. “They got her. She’s safe and she’s on her way with Jack.”

He finally relaxes, sinking back down into the pillows. “Thank you.”

You nod and resume your place on the other side of the room, patting the back of his hand as you let him go. He’s quiet, if not a little fidgety. You look at him for a minute. He takes a talking breath.

“After the first one, it kind of goes blank.” His breath is still a little unsteady, and you take your chair next to his bed again. “There were nine, apparently.”

Your breath catches. It’s not new information, but it’s still raw, sharp-edged.

Awful.

He swallows. “He taunted me.” His eyes beg you to understand, to keep him from flying off the rails.

“He’s a bastard, Aaron.”

He levels you with a withering stare. No shit.

“I know you know that, but it’s worth repeating.”

“I don’t want -“

You interrupt him, knowing exactly where he’s going. “You’re not going to become a victim. You aren’t a victim.”

“I don’t want Haley to -“

You press a hand to his arm, mindful of his bandages. “One day at a time. They’re safe today.”

His lip quivers and his voice leaves him in a whisper. “That’s not good enough.”

+++

Eventually, Haley arrives looking a little worse for wear.

Her haircut’s really cute.

The thought almost makes you laugh.

Of all the things to notice...

You startle a little as you remember where you are and rise, ready to give them space. She waves you off, giving you permission to stay.

“How do you feel?” She asks.

Aaron sits up a little more, not without effort, and says, “I’m gonna be okay.”

That’s not what she asked, stupid.

He continues. “Did they explain to you what’s happening?”

She nods. “They said the marshal's service is taking us straight from here and putting us into protective custody.” Her eyes meet yours, and you dip your chin. She’s right.

Aaron apologizes to Haley for the first of what you imagine will be many times.

Her lower lip disappears between her teeth. “Do you know where they’re gonna take us?”

“No,” you answer. “We don’t. And that’s the point.”

“I can’t know where you’re going,” Aaron adds. “If you have any contact with anyone, he can track you.”

That shocks her a little, and you can see she’s getting upset. “Jack has school. He has friends. I have a job now. I have -” She cuts herself off.

“I know.” He levels a steady, solemn gaze upon her. “And I’m sorry. We will catch him and you’ll come back.”

She looks at you again. “Are you sure we’re in danger?”

You nod, almost imperceptibly, and Hotch answers. “Yes.”

“And what about you? Are you gonna be safe?”

There it is.

She does love him.

You knew that, of course. Seeing them together during visits at home or out to dinner or otherwise in the presence of that other, that was never in question.

Your heart tugs.

Twenty-five years...

“He wants to see me suffer. Knowing that my son is out there and that I can’t see him is better than killing me.”

Haley wets her lips and swallows.

That’s her tell.

You figure she’ll burst into tears pretty soon. It was only a matter of time, and you don’t blame her in the least. You’ve had tears threatening you all afternoon, and this wasn’t even happening to you.

“Jack wants to see you.”

Aaron’s jaw gets a little tight. “I want to see him, too. I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”

You hear what he can’t say, too. I don’t want to scare him. I don’t want him to see me like this.

“Look,” she says, exasperated. “I know you’re trying to protect him, but you both need this. Please.”

He nods, resigned. “Okay.”

Haley looks over and offers you a shaky smile, trying to break the tension. “He also asked me if you’d be here. He’ll be thrilled.”

That almost does you in. “So will I,” you tell her, meaning every syllable.

With another brisk nod and wipe of her face, she leaves the room to retrieve Jack. Aaron sits up a little straighter and you help him. He tries to suppress his wince, but fails.

“Do you need another round?”

He shakes his head. “I’ll be fine.”

“Just let me know.” You settle back into the corner, the case file in your lap.

Haley and Jack return, and she brings him to Aaron’s side, lifting him up onto the bed.

Aaron meets his eyes and tells him that he’s okay, giving him a little preparing for what’s about to happen. “But, what do I tell you whenever I go away?”

“That you love me.”

You hide your face, looking out the window as tears finally fall from your eyes. Haley’s eyes are on you and you know it. You wipe at your face and take a quiet breath before turning back, pretending to pay attention to the case in your lap.

In your periphery, you can see Aaron looking over Jack’s face as if to memorize it, as if he doesn’t already know every plane, every curve, every angle of his son’s face. “More than anything in the world.”

They exchange a few more words before he brings him close and kisses his forehead. You glance up, and they look so alike in their profiles it almost makes you smile. Haley’s crying, too, and she meets your eyes.

Something passes between you, but you don’t have a name for it.

You don’t need one.

Haley takes a breath and tucks her hair behind her ears. She redirects Jack’s attention to you, and his eyes light up. She helps him scramble off the bed and he books it around the bed to you.

You close the case file and open your arms to him. “Hi, bud.” It’s hard not to scare him with the feverish way you hold him close, your fingers wound in his hair.

There’s a failed attempt to avoid thinking about the uncertainty of the future, when you’ll see him again.

If ever.

Stop.

The pair of you lean back for a minute, and you brush his hair away from his forehead.

“Are you going away, too?” He asks.

You shake your head. “I’m gonna stay here with your dad.”

“Are you going to keep my dad safe? I’m going to keep Mom safe.”

It’s Aaron who looks away this time.

“Of course, my love.” You offer him something you hope looks like a smile. “We always keep each other safe. We’re a team, like you and your momma. I’m so proud of you.” You check in with Haley, who’s looking away, the back of her hand swiping at her cheek. When she turns back to you, you tilt your head a little.

Want a minute?

She nods.

You stand, Jack still tucked against your chest. “I think,” you say, as he sits back in your arms, “Miss Emily and Miss JJ are back and might have something fun for you over there.” You tip your head toward the waiting room. “Wanna go see?”

He nods, leaning back into you and playing with your collar. You pat Aaron’s knee and squeeze Haley’s shoulder with your free hand as you pass.

Aaron watches you go, your low murmuring comforts to Jack lost in the ambient hospital noise. When you find JJ and look back, giving him a small (if not a little watery) smile, he looks over at Haley, guilt closing up his throat.

“I’m so sorry, Haley. I promise, when this is all over, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

She gives him a half-smile and sits on the edge of his bed. She reaches for him, and he takes both of her hands in his. There’s silence for a moment as they sit together. She studies him.

While it doesn’t bother him (she has been looking at him for nearly twenty-five years, after all), he does feel more exposed under her gaze than he’s used to.

“You should do something about that, one of these days,” she says, looking over her shoulder. You’re still visible in the window, talking to JJ while Jack is still glued to you. His little arms are tight around your neck, his head tucked under your chin.

Aaron’s brow furrows, but the EKG picks up the increase in his heart rate, much to his embarrassment. “What are you talking about?”

Haley laughs, a light, watery, delicate thing, and turns back to him. It almost brings a smile to his face. “Do you think I don’t know what you look like when you’re head over heels, Aaron Hotchner? After eighteen years of marriage and twenty-five years knowing you? Give me a break.”

His jaw grows tight, but he holds her gaze.

“You used to look at me like that, you know.” A little smile plays at her lips and she looks down, almost shy. “Still do, sometimes.”

“I love you, Haley.”

She squeezes his hand. “I know you do.” A sigh leaves her and she looks over her shoulder again, just catching a glimpse of you and JJ out in the hall with Jack as you go scavenging for something sweet. There’s a little smile at the corner of her mouth when she turns back to him. “You are so loved, Aaron.”

“I don't…” He huffs, frustrated. “I don’t feel -”

“I’m not saying you have to do anything, but it might do you some good to just…” She sighs, throwing a hand up in a kind of searching gesture. “I don’t know, be honest with yourself. Think for a minute.”

His teeth worry the inside of his lower lip as he thinks about it. He does care about you. But love?

He thinks of the way his chest feels too small whenever you laugh, the way he always goes above and beyond to make sure you’re safe in the field, how he looks for you when you’re out of the room, how he looks for you when you’re in the room.

The way you are with Jack brings him to his knees every time. The sound of his son’s laughter under your tickling fingers never fails to bring a smile to his face.

You’ve helped him heal what seemed like an insurmountable chasm between him and Haley, and though it’s not perfect, it’s better than it would ever be without you.

You always take a second to straighten his tie and ensure his suit jacket lays flat across his shoulders before leaving the plane, just like he always takes time to count the rounds in your magazines or tuck your tag back into your shirt collar.

He always feels so warm under your fond and attentive touch. With a little bit of alarm, he hopes you feel the same under his. Safe. Cared-for.

Loved.

Oh.

Oh no.

He knows the realization is clear on his face when Haley laughs again, surprising them both. She swipes at her eyes again, clearing any remaining tears. “You know, I can’t say I’m surprised you didn’t know, but it’s still funny, even with all this.” She shakes her head. “You haven’t changed much, have you?”

His face breaks out into a little smile as he looks back at her. “Oh, quit.”

“I’ll never quit giving you hell, as long as we live.” Haley reaches out, pushing gently against his shoulder. He takes the shove like a champ, even through the ache in his chest and abdomen, thankful she’s not treating him like he’s made of glass.

“Don’t I know it.”

They look at each other for a minute before Aaron sobers, the mirth evaporating between them. He already misses her. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for all of this. I’m hoping it’ll be...temporary.”

“I do have a life, Aaron. And Jack…” She sighs and her eyes fill with tears again.

“I know. I’m sorry. I wish there was another way to keep you safe, but -” He cuts himself off, knowing there’s nothing he can say.

She swallows again. She already misses him. “How am I supposed to keep him safe when there’s nobody I know to help me?”

He sighs, but speaks with conviction. “Haley, you’re strong. You lived with me in this job and you’ve practically raised Jack all by yourself. You’re a great mother.”

Haley’s actively crying now, trying to stem the tears with her fingers. It’s not working. After a moment, she collects herself. “Can you catch this man?”

“I will catch this man.”

+++

When she leaves Aaron’s room, you bring Jack to her. You take a moment to lightly fuss over them both.

Her blue eyes find yours. “Take care of him, please?”

You nod. “I will.”

“He needs you.”

She says it with a simple kind of conviction that makes your chest pull. You put a hand on her shoulder, trying to communicate everything you can’t say into your touch. “He needs you more.”

“No, he doesn’t.” Her lips twist in an odd sort of smile and she wraps you in a hug and kisses your cheek. “I’ll see you soon.”

You hold her tight, Jack trapped (and whining a little) between you. “See you soon, Hales.” You pull back, looking deeply into her eyes. “We’ll get him.”

The U.S. Marshals arrive, and you have to let go of each other. You press a kiss to Jack’s forehead and tell him you love him one more time, and wait until they’re in the car and out of sight before you break down.

You don’t know where he came from, but Derek wraps around you, catching you before your knees hit the ground. You don't know what you’re crying about, really.

It could be the overwhelming task of catching Foyet.

It could be Hotch in the room down the hall with nine stab wounds to his chest and abdomen.

It could be the indefinite absence of your dear friend and her son - a boy you love more than anyone except maybe -

Nope. Don’t go there. Not now.

Sobs wrack your chest, and your head hurts and your throat is sore by the time your body lets you breathe.

Derek’s there the whole time, rubbing your back and keeping your face hidden in the crook of his neck and shoulder. “It’s gonna be okay, kiddo. It’ll be okay. He’s okay. We’re gonna catch this son of a bitch.”

“It’s just so much, Derek.”

He sighs. “I know. I know.”

+++

“Did you hear what happened this morning?”

You’re woken by Dave’s voice, coming from the doorway. Cramped and crunched into the corner of an uncomfortable chair, you stretch and what feels like every joint in your body cracks.

“No.”

When did Aaron wake up?

You look over at him and he glances at you before returning to Dave, who’s leaning on the door frame.

“We had a situation. Unsub had already killed two people. Said he was gonna keep killing unless a man used his son as bait.”

“What happened?”

Good question.

Belatedly, you realize you’ve neglected your case duties all day in favor of holding vigil over Aaron’s bedside. The weirdest part about it? The rest of the team let you.

Why?

“We kept the boy safe. Worked the profile. It was a happy ending.”

That’s good, at least. One fucking happy ending today.

It’s like Dave’s reading your mind as he asks Aaron, “Do you know why I’m telling you this?”

“Yes.” Aaron’s gaze is impassive, but there are universes behind his eyes.

“No other group in the world could have pulled off what yours did in a matter of hours.” Dave checks in with you, and the corner of your mouth lifts.

Sorry.

He shakes his head just a little. No sweat, kid. You did your job.

“I appreciate what you’re trying to do, Dave, but -”

Dave cuts him off. “We’ll get Foyet.”

“I promised Haley I would get him. But the truth is, if he stops killing we have no way of tracking him. He stopped killing for ten years just for the pleasure of watching Shaunessy’s life fall apart.”

He’s crying again, and your heart breaks. You’re surprised Dave can’t hear it crack all the way across the room.

“What’s Jack going to remember about me in ten years?”

No.

“Hotch, look at me.” You rise from your chair and sit on the edge of the bed, careful not to disturb his position. He turns his head just so, his brown eyes locking onto yours. “We’ll get him. We will get him.”

We have to.

+++

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Poly!Changki

Requested: Hello! I just read your Poly!Kiho thing and I was wondering if you could do another one with Wonkyun and maybe one with Changki?? Can I request two at a time? I don't know if you write smut, but maybe, if you do... could you include some of that too?? If not, that's totally fine! Thank you in advance!

Pairing: Monsta X Kihyun x Changkyun x Reader

Warnings: minor blood, violence and sexual themes; hints at death (its an apocalypse after all)

This is some sort of apocalyptic, dystopian "Last of Us" au. I had to use the infamous Changki gif I'm sorry not really. It also inspired this au as a whole tbh.

...this was meant to be a normal poly!au head canon thing, but turned into a longer story thing. Other requests are being written as inspiration comes, I swear. I just have a lot less time on my hands than I expected.

The year is 2018 and it has been eight years since the outbreak

In 2008, some place in the Amazon, scientists discovered a new type of fungus

Nothing unusual considering hundreds of new species of various things are being discovered, so no special precautions were taken

Which turned out to be a mistake, because suddenly all workers in the lab were not reporting in, not a single person in the small lab having left the place in a week

Until one did

But she wasn't... completely normal

She was lucid, yes, but she was coughing and throwing up blood and what seemed to be...fungal spores?

Of course, she was rushed to the hospital and put in quarantine

But that wasn't enough

Pretty soon the hospital was infected

Then the neighbourhood

Then the city

And before anyone knew it

It had spread globally

World leaders declared a worldwide epidemic and borders shut down, quarantine zones were set up

There were 21 zones in South Korea, all holding what was left of the countries population

Or at least, the legal population

Because of course, there are people who have survived on their own outside of the zones, in No Mans Land (called NML for short)

But is in one of these zones that you had been living or the past eight years

In the suburbs of Seoul stands Zone 6, with a population of 3412

You had been sharing a small apartment with 3 other people

Your family were all gone, as were your friends

But you were still here, living for them

Everybody in the zones had a role to play

Even children helped out, usually helping in the growing of food

You are a guard yourself

Or well, guard in training

But still, not everybody was equal

Especially in Zone 6

Corruption was everywhere, you had witnessed it for yourself

Those in charge, the government and the police, the guards

They always got more rations

Whereas the people who worked their arses off to stay alive, to be able to keep living in the Zone, were looked down upon

You often witnessed guards bullying people out of their ration coupons

Or using their power to abuse people

The higher ups were living in comfort while everyone else was barely living

People that showed any sign of sickness, even a simple cold, they were stripped of their rights and passes that allowed them to live there and were chucked out into NML

And people that did the simplest thing wrong were also left to fend for themselves, or chucked into prison for ages and basically starved

And that was simply at the beginning of the outbreak

Since then it had gotten a lot worse

The guards were armed and trigger happy, extreme rules and curfews were put in place

To put it simply, it was oppression

You often gave your coupons to families with children to feed, only keeping enough to get by

And if you ever witnessed anyone abusing their power against someone, you would interrupt, using a pretty smile and acting clueless to distract them while the person got away

Despite being a guard, one of those that the normal folk hated, people came to trust you

And so you were often privy to all the whispers that circulated the population

So when you heard whispers of an organisation only known as "The Clan"

You were intrigued

From what you had heard, it was a group of seven people that had been stealing food and other resources and giving it to the people who needed it

Basically keeping people alive

But nobody who knew they were

They always wore masks and did everything anonymously

Even their genders were a mystery

But they were revered by everyone, being called the new Robin Hoods

Well, everyone except those in charge

Orders were sent around to find them which is when the raids started

Anybody thought to have information on The Clan were investigated, their homes turned upside down and questioned with force

But people didn't cooperate

If The Clan saved your mother by getting her the medicine she needed, or your too skinny son the food he deserved, would you give them up?

And even though you were a guard in training, you didn't cooperate either,,, well,,, not obviously

But you made sure you got onto most of the raid teams and made sure homes weren't too messed up; or kept quiet about any contriband that might have got someone trouble

You also messed around with paperwork, switching up names and dates and helping to get people out of prison earlier, or even completely wiping their records sometimes

And your efforts did not go unnoticed

It was Minhyuk who first took notice of you and your work

The apartment beside his was being raided, the man thought to have been holding illegal weapons, to be smuggled to the people in NML

Which wasn't false; the man was a smuggler and a contact of the Clan

Minhyuk himself was in the apartment and had seen the case of guns, right out in the open in the bathtub, not having been hidden yet, he was the one that had given them to the dude

So when he saw you walk in the bathroom, he was preparing for the worst

His face had drained of colour, and he was holding his breath

But when you walked out, shouting an "All clear!"

It is safe to say he was confused, even more so when you caught his eye and winked before leaving with the rest of your squad

And when be heard you turned up half an hour later at the same apartment to help the man tidy up and apologize for the inconvenience

Well, now he is intrigued

So of course he tells the rest of the guys about you

And they do some research on you

Jooheon asks around about you and it comes to their attention that you are a sort of rebel figure to the people

He hears stories about you, about how you got people out of prison, about how you stopped so many from getting beaten, about you starving yourself to instead feed the neighbourhoods kids

All the while staying inconspicuous and under the radar

In fact, a lot of things that the Clan are credited with are actually the work of you

And so Shownu makes the desicion to talk to you

One day, after your shift, you go home intending to go straight to sleep when you see an envelope sitting in the center of your pillow

It is completely unmarked, only your name written on the front

You are kind of hesitant to open it but in the end curiosity wins you over

Inside is a single piece of paper and much like the envelope it came in, it is completely bare save for the address in the center, below it a time is stamped

And considering there is no date, you can only guess that it means today, or well, tonight considering it says 23:45

But it is a while till nightfall, and so you decide on having a small nap til then

As the time approaches, you wake up from the nap and get dressed in all black clothing with a mask covering your face and a hat covering your hair to conceal your identity

You have no idea who sent you the note or what they want from you; so you intend to stick to the shadows and scout the place out

The address turns out to be an old warehouse right on the edge of the zone, the wall into NML being visible from its position

Approaching the building, you see the faint glow of candlelight flickering through the broken, vine covered windows

Using various boxes and dumpsters to your advantage, you climb up to those very same windows, peering in

Sitting around a low fire in the middle of the large space are what seems to be five men; one of which you recognise as being in the apartment from before

Looking around a bit more, you notice two more men standing by the warehouse door, obviously waiting for someone to arrive (that someone being you)

And so instead of doing what they expect, you instead decide to climb in through the window, entering on your own terms

Thankfully there isn't much of a drop and you manage to lightly land on your feet, avoiding any glass that may have been on the floor

The men keeping the fire low so as to avoid detection from outside also works in your favour, as it means you can creep up on the group in the darkness

As you get closer to them, you start to pick up on the conversation they are having

"Are we sure this is a good idea?"

"We have been doing what we can but it isn't quite enough, Changkyun. Having someone on the inside is too good of an opportunity to miss."

"We could know the guards schedules, where they keep their stashes and all that. Imagine how helpful that would be for us."

Hearing their conversation, you come to the realisation that it is these guys

They are The Clan

And so you relax a little, and decide to interrupt their little get together early

"Well, I guess I know why I am here then, don't I?" You announce, stepping into the firelight and consequently, their vision

In less than a second the five have jumped up and are pointing various weapons at you, and the other two come running over at the commotion

You pull your mask down and hat off, and the guy from the apartment and the one with the dimples immediately relax, motioning for the others to lower their weapons

"It's alright. This is them. Y/N," Dimples tells the rest and straight away one of the bulkier looking dudes steps forward, hand out

"It's good to finally meet you. I'm Shownu. And this is Kihyun, Hyungwon, Minhyuk, Changkyun, Jooheon and Wonho."

"Pleasure. I guess you all know my name."

And so you all sit down around the fire, and that is the start of your relationship with the Clan

At first you are just an informant for them, their insider in the police

But pretty soon you become one of them, and the Clan goes from seven members to eight

You get close to them all, finding out the reasons as to why they created this little rebel group, which span from the sad stories to Changkyun's "I was bored"

With your help finding out guard schedules and passwords to storage rooms and the like, the Clan becomes less of a thorn in the governments side and more like a knife in their leg

And under your influence, more and more people are rebelling and rising up against those in charge

Months go by with you rebelling against the system with the Clan

And they still have no idea who is behind it all

That is, until one day when you are on one of your usual, boring, patrol assignments

It is around midday and you are just walking the streets when suddenly you hear a commotion up ahead

Running towards the sounds you are forced to a halt by what you see

Being dragged out of a house and thrown onto the cement are two men, guns held by guards being pointed at them

Sadly an all too normal sight these days

Instead, what has your eyes widening in shock is the fact that you recognise the men

It's Kihyun and Changkyun

Before you can react any further, they have been dragged off

Looking up, you meet Shownu's determined look from across the crowd and nod at him, your expression mirroring his

Unfortunately you can't act right away; it would be too suspicious and you would be of no help at all

And also, they would be surrounded by various officers for a while, as they were interrogated

That night, with hurried steps you make your way to the police headquarters, easily making your way into the holding cells

Like you suspected, they had obviously not managed to get any information from the two and had given up for the night

And stupidely, they had left only two guards on duty and it was quite easy to knock them out

You hurry down into the second level of the basement where they keep the... more important... of prisoners

As you turn the corner what you see makes you gasp

Sitting in cells opposite each other, tied up to chairs are Changkyun and Kihyun

Kihyun immediately notices your presence and you run over to the cell door, unlocking it (with keys you stole from the incompetant guard) and rushing towards him

You take note of the split lip and black eye on his face before untying his bonds

He squeezes your hand in thanks before you both hurry over to Changkyun's cell, unlocking it and kneeling by him

The boy was still out of it, and you saw dried blood on his face and matted in his hair, and who knows what sort of injuries are hidden by his clothes

"He got the brunt of it all. Idiot decided to be his usual cheeky self and they didn't like that at all"

Despite his words, you see the worry and fondness on Kihyun's face and you take his hand

"It will be fine. He will be fine."

Kihyun looks at you and nods, and you get to untying the younger of the two while Kihyun tries waking him up

As he comes to, Kihyun starts fussing over the boy but you quickly hush him

"Come. We need to hurry while it is still dark."

Kihyun nods and the two of you help Changkyun stand up

It is obvious that he had been kicked in the leg by the limp he sports, and so you and Kihyun support him all the way out the station (which is much easier than it should have been)

The closest place is the small house Shownu and Jooheon share, and so the three of you slowly make your way there, sticking to the shadows and avoiding any guards you see

Shownu is shocked by the sight of you three on his doorstep and he quickly calls Jooheon and tells him to get the other guys to the warehouse, who runs off into the night as told so

Shownu takes over supporting Changkyun and together the four of you head towards the warehouse

After what seems like years you arrive at the building, the others already there

Wonho comes and helps bring Changkyun over to one of the old scavenged couches and Kihyun is quick to tend to him while you talk to the others

It is quite obvious that none of you are safe staying here, they know Changkyun and Kihyun, the two knocked out were your colleagues and know you helped break them out

And the others probably aren't safe for much longer if they found two already

So as the others plan, you take a seat besides Kihyun, who has finished patching up Changkyun and take the wet cloth in his hands and wipe at the blood on his face

Over the course of the night, many different plans are discussed

And finally one is decided on

Kihyun, Changkyun and you will stay in the warehouse for the next few days while Changkyuns leg heals, before the three of you sneak out of the zone

The boys have some contacts in NML that you will stay with, at least for a while; four women named Soyou, Bora, Hyolyn and Dasom who had left the quarantine zone a year before

The other five will slowly smuggle supplies out of Zone 6 for a few weeks before joining you all in NML

Because as much as you would all love to stay and help people still, being locked up, or worse, dead, would not be helping anyone

And so the five take their leave

They all have jobs to attend and it would look too suspicious if they miss them

As the sun rises and starts filtering through the cracked windows, bathing you all in a golden light, the two boys start drifting off to sleep, obviously exhausted by the nights events

As the next few days go by, the others filter in and out, stockpiling supplies; and you see Kihyun and Changkyun's bruises start fading and cuts healing over

Soon enough Changkyun can walk and run perfectly fine, which signals the time for the three of you to leave

It is a three day journey by foot to the Starship Hotel, the home base of Sistar as they call themselves

And that is if you were walking nonstop

The boys do have access to a car, a pickup, but you agreed to leave that for the others so that they could easily transport the supplies they smuggle out

Hugs and promises of meeting again soon are exchanged between the eight of you

"Stay safe and out of sight. Remember, guns are only a last resort. You don't want to alert the infected," Shownu reminds you

"Yes Dad," Changkyun teases and you all share a laugh, the last laugh the eight of you will share for a while

Before you know it, night has fallen and the wall to Zone 6 stands behind you, now a distant reminder of the years you spent living in relative safety

Now the dangers of No Mans Land face you

The infected, bandits, cold, hunger, thirst

But the three of you have each other for now, and soon the rest of the Clan and Sistar will join you

For miles and miles the three of you walk through streets and buildings being reclaimed by mother nature

For three days you manage to travel without incident, avoiding groups of infected, killing a few stragglers here and there when need be

Now only three more days away (thanks to delays due to hordes and inaccessible roads), you all decide to rest for the night in an old school

They were the first places evacuated during the outbreak and as such usually have hardly any infected in

You and Kihyun have a good laugh when Changkyun stumbles after killing one of them, tumbling into a store cupboard of the old school and walking out covered head to toe in paint of every colour

He gets you back by smothering you both in hugs, getting you both covered as well

After clearing the rest of the building, you find the old gym and though you aren't expecting anything, you decide to test out the showers

But suddenly, you are sprayed with a shower of water and you let out a loud shout, quickly turning it off

Kihyun and Changkyun come running in, weapons raised, only to find you grinning and clapping your hands in glee

"Two of the sho-"

That is all you can get out before the two are dropping their bags and rushing over to you, clothes being dropped in a trail behind them, you following in their footsteps and shedding your clothes

You don't know how the showers are still working, but even if it is only cold water coming out of them, you don't dare question it

Instead you turn the two showers on full blast, thankfully they are right next to each other and the three of you stand under the combined stream of water

There is no time and place for shame in the apocalypse, instead the three of you are just glad to get rid of the paint and dirt built up from walking

Nothing...intimate happens either

But it is very intimate in simpler terms

You and Kihyun help Changkyun wash off the paint that he can't reach

And you share your precious apple bodywash you had...aquired back in Zone 6

And when you had finished showering and had washed your clothes

The three of you huddle together under a big blanket for warmth as you sleep; letting your clothes dry through the night

After that night, the relationship between the three of you changes slightly

Skinship shared between you is less platonic

Fingertips linger on arms when pulling the others out of sight of infected

And the nights are now spent together..."for warmth" as Kihyun claims

And then finally you arrive at Starship Hotel

Out the front in a wide arc, creating a perimeter, are various traps and spikes to keep out anything -or anyone - unwanted

The building itself is a fancy looking place

You can only imagine how nice it would be without eight years of disrepair

A few hundred yards behind the building is a pretty looking woods

Before you can inspect the area any further, a woman comes walking towards your trio

"Well well! Look who we have here! What are you doing out of the Zone? And who is this with you?" The woman questions, smilely brightly at Kihyun and Changkyun

"I'm y/n. Nice to meet you."

"You too. Well. Follow me. We'll meet up with the others then if you want to explain why you are here, well, our ears are open"

She leads you all into the hotel lobby and towards the elevators

The three of you share shocked looks upon seeing the working lift and when Hyolyn turns around and sees your faces, she laughs brightly

"We have solar panels and petrol generators to keep electricity on, though only on this floor and the top two floors, which is where we mainly keep to."

The four of you trail into the lift and as the doors open on the top floor, you are greeted by Bora, Soyou and Dasom

After exchanging pleasantries and introductions, they lead you into one of the penthouses, where you all sit around the dining table and Kihyun took control of the conversation, explaining the events right from the time of you joining the Clan

"You still have no idea how they found you? Well. Anyway. I bet you're all exhausted. There are plenty of rooms to choose from. Though I would suggest the floor below, especially if you want hot water and electricity"

Your trio gives your thanks before heading down a level, filtering into separate rooms

The sun is setting as you step out of the shower

You spent longer than you usually would've under the water, but the draw of a hot shower without being timed, like in the zone, was far too tempting

It is the same with the bed

It is much earlier than the time you usually sleep, but after a week of sleeping on the ground with one eye open, the comfy pillows were calling your name

Even so, you were lying in bed for an hour and a half with sleep nowhere to be found

And then it hit you

For the past week you had gotten so used to being around Changkyun and Kihyun that it was unnerving being alone for so long

So you get out of bed and head out of your door, before immediately bumping into another body

A cocooned Changkyun stands before you, and no words need to be shared before you are both trailing into Kihyun's room

He is fast asleep in the middle of the bed looking adorable and you and Changkyun share soft smiles before sliding in under the covers either side of him

He wakes up at the movement, but does nothing except pull you both into arms

That night the three of you get the best nights sleep you have had in a while

Not only are the beds a hundred times more comfortable than anything back in the zone

But you also don't have to worry about being snuck up on by anyone, or waking up for lookout duty

And although the room smells musty from years of disuse and there is a constant whistling sound coming from a crack in the window

Laying on Kihyun's chest with his arm wrapped around you while Changkyun fingers are entwined with yours definitely makes up for any downfalls

Now you're at Starship, you have two weeks til the others are set to join you

During this time you get to know other people who stay at the hotel such as Kim Hyungsoo ("call me K.Will"), Donghyun, Hyunseong, Jeongmin, Youngmin, Kwangmin, Minwoo (aka Boyfriend) and a large group of lovely girls that jokingly call themselves 'Cosmic Girls', as well as a man known only as Mad Clown

All people that Sistar invited to stay at the hotel

You, Kihyun and Changkyun easily become part of the tiny community

Kihyun tends to stick to the kitchens, somehow managing to turn the most basic supplies into delicious meals, and also spends a lot of time in the gardens behind the hotel where food is grown

Changkyun helps to keep the place running; his smarts are put to good use keeping the lights on and water hot; and he also helps Hyolyn on guard duty

And you, being light on your feet and quick with a weapon thanks to guard training get put on hunting duty

Despite your different jobs, the three of you always come together during any free time

Usually you and Changkyun congregate in the kitchens, sitting on the counters and annoying Kihyun

And the three of you just get closer and closer

Ever since the night in the school, your relationship has definitely been more than that of just friends

But none of you have done anything or said anything to actually define your relationship, to put a label on it

It's a sort of skinny love situation

You all know you like each other

You all flirt, and you and Changkyun haven't yet slept outside of Kihyun's room

But it isn't until the day before Shownu and the others are due to arrive that anything happens to change that

You had been out in the forest overnight hunting with Bora

You had been tracking a deer for a while now and had almost caught it when out of nowhere can a group of infected stumbled into your path

Now, while they aren't zombies, who only exist to search for and eat flesh

They do kill, and are pretty fast and very dangerous

Even the most competent person needs to be careful when killing them because of the spores that can release from their bodies

So when you see the first one stumble through the trees you pull Bora back by the arm, intending to just quietly kill it

But then another one appears, and another

Suddenly there are six infected approaching you, still unaware of your presence

Now, usually in situations like this you would keep quiet, letting them pass

But they are headed straight for you and it is just your luck that the two of you are stood at the top of a small cliff, about 15ft high

And so you have no choice but to fight

Thankfully, Bora has a bow she uses and so two infected are down before they even know you are there

But suddenly, you are being rushed by five more and you have your machete out and are relying on your instincts to keep you alive

Two more are down easily; Bora is taking care of one while you have two on you

And it is going well

You have just killed one when the last one lunges at you with more force than you were expecting and the ground under your feet gives way and suddenly you are tumbling backwards

Rocks fall alongside you and branches break as you crash through them

And then you come to a stop

Your vision fades in and out of darkness and your ears are ringing

You feel something warm dripping down your face and you can vaguely hear Bora shouting your name as she finishes the infected off and carefully slides down the cliff

"Can you hear me? Stay awake y/n."

You nod slightly, forcing your eyes open and Bora hauls you up, supporting you on her shoulder

It is sunset by the time you get back to Starship

The blood on your face has dried, as well as all the small cuts over your body but you feel weak from having to walk back, Bora not being able to support your weight fully for so long

You make you way out of the forest and are slowly walking the 100 yard gap between the treeline and fence to the garden when you hear someone shout you name and Bora calls back, shouting for help

With safety now in reach your body decides it can rest and you fall unconscientious; vaguely seeing a figure resembling Wonho running towards you

The first thing you register as you wake up is the light weight of something on your hand

Looking over, you see Changkyun fast asleep in a chair pulled up to the bedside, head on the bed and his hand over yours

You take a hold of his hand and gently squeeze it, sitting up little, stirring him from his sleep

And as he sits up, the door slowly opens and in walks Kihyun

Both of them notice that you are awake at the exact same time and Kihyun rushes over and suddenly his lips are on yours

Before you can even think of responding Changkyun's lips have replaced his, the younger boy having pushed him off of you

The next hour is spent with the three of you sharing soft kisses, the two boys constantly asking if you are ok and you tell the story of what happened from your point of view

They also confirm that the other boys made it OK, and that you weren't just hallucinating Wonho before

...and then you are kissing and snuggling again, the two being extra careful with you

It is safe to say that when Hyungwon walks in with the intention of checking your injuries, he immediately backs out

"I'll come back later then..."

Now, Hyungwon loves tea and when it is this good? Well, it's just polite to share it

Soon enough everybody in the base knows of the advance in your relationship

And it is one of the girls, Yeonjung, who first puts a label to it, calling Kihyun and Changkyun your boyfriends when she and Cheng Xiao visit you the next day

The two boys embrace their new roles

Changkyun takes the opportunity to be a little shit every chance he gets now he knows he can distract you or gain forgiveness through kisses

Not that it always works of course; Kihyun is far too much of a mother to let him off the hook so easily

Speaking of which; whenever you complain in the slightest about some part of you aching thanks to the fall, Kihyun is quick to fuss over you

*cue Changkyun suggesting a massage while making that flirty face*

While you are recovering, you take to helping Kihyun and some of the others in the kitchens, as you can sit down and prepare veg and small animals and fish that the others hunt, without exerting much energy

Of course he takes this as an opportunity to be cheesy; standing behind you, guiding the knife in your hand with his

Changkyun will never admit to being jealous of the time you and Kihyun spend together while he is off doing other things, but he doesn't even try to hide his pouty face he does when he wants attention

Which is why Changkyun is usually in the middle at night, always both the big and little spoon (whether it is you or Kihyun as his big spoon is totally random)

Kihyun often sings you both to sleep, and you start to call him your angel, because his voice is angelic

Changkyun on the other hand calls him his little jukebox, though the little bit is quickly dropped when Minhyuk points out that the two are the same height

One night Changkyun decides to sing instead, and you and Kihyun fall in love with his deep voice a little bit more and you encourage him and help him gain more confidence

Though you start regretting it when he starts singing old trot songs from your parents generation all. the. time.

Now, hotel rooms have their own bathrooms, right?

And you are lucky enough that the showers in this hotel are quite large

And everyone at Starship makes the most of that

Because showering with others is not uncommon in the apocalypse; hot water is not something to be wasted

The three of you often do so

One reason is that they use it as an excuse to use your nice smelling shampoos and such you have dibs on

Also...well...Changkyun is a kinky little shit, let's put it that way

The glass shower door often fogs up from more than just the steam because he can't keep his hands to himself

He is also a big fan of biting and hickies, especially when he is being more dominant

One time the three of you came back from a supply run you had volunteered to go on and jokes about there now being a zombie apocalypse went on for a week when people saw the hickies and bite marks on you and Kihyun

He is a bratty sub though, always whiny and impatient

Kihyun is a bit more romantic, but no less of a tease

But of course there is no internet or such to learn certain things from

I mean, Changkyun was 14 when it all went down, he doesn't exactly have an extensive knowledge on all things sexual

So Kihyun takes charge often, and there is quite a bit of experimenting

Moving past the fun times

Like I mentioned earlier, the three of you often volunteer for supply run duties when you had healed enough, and nobody objects because you work so well together

On one of these runs you came across a drugstore, already ransacked, which is to be expected after so many years

But you do manage to find little bits and pieces here and there

Which includes a load of sheet masks

When you show them to your two boyfriends back at the base, you all agree to keep them secret

That night the three of you can be found relaxing in your room; robes tied; masks on and glasses of wine (found in the basement) in hand playing the Cleopatra game much to the chargrin of Jooheon and Minhyuk in the room over

Winner gets to choose the losers punishment

Spoiler: Changkyun wins and makes you both challenge everyone in the building to an arm wrestle. Each time you lose you have to eat one of the sour sweets he found

And that is basically your whole relationship

Somehow both chic and romantic, and playful and teasing

And in the world that you live in, society as you knew it gone and danger around every corner, you are so glad that you have these two men you can love and trust with every fiber of your being

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Top 10 favorite Characters

For @thedeerfish. This list was slightly problematic. While I know exactly what characters are among my favorites, I never had the need to sort them into any kind of order. That is, until now. Oh, by the way, there is only one Top N list waiting in the queue, so if you like seeing these, you might go and suggest some. As long as it is Warcraft related, it’s good to go. Before you start reading this list, let’s play a game: Write down 10 characters you think I like. For each character on your list that appears here, you have a point. What’s your score? What's your most failed guess?

10. Griftah - He is a simple cheating shopkeeper selling useless things, sending clueless heroes to Zul’Aman. He has good lines. Ever since I’ve met him at the Shattrath Lower City, I wondered each new expansion locations “I wonder what Griftah is doing.” Given I play mainly Rogues, I was really happy about him being in WoD and later in the Underbelly. Let’s face it, where else would Griftah supposed to be than Underbelly? He isn’t much of a deep character with plenty of revealed lore, but he is one of those characters you just remember. Plus, with him the lack of lore and known personality traits doesn’t feel as bad writing but more as part of... What Griftah is keeping from us.

9. Har’koa - Cat mom. She is beautiful, she is a goddess, she is a mother. I have a lot of feelings about the adventures in Zul’Drak, especially about helping Har’koa. Plus it’s one of the few female characters I don’t feel Blizzard fucked up despite giving them some space. While it might be because she is there for like, 3 levels or so and then never seen again, I personally am of the opinion it’s because she was constantly in a form of a gigantic snow leopard and therefore couldn’t be stuffed in the practical female armor™ . Another thing is that Har’koa was never weak, even when she was trapped, and never stopped being kind and a goddess. I would really appreciate seeing Har’koa again. I would also appreciate an update on what is going on in the whole Northrend.

8. Maladaar - I haven’t got much reasoning here actually, I just happen to like him. On outland he was one of my favorite dungeon bosses and I was really sad about his whole story, despite I am not usually much into the “meant well but it went bad” backstories. Having Maladaar back on WoD was great and mainly the reason why I began to really like him. I mean, not only he is the Speaker for the Dead (which is, hands down, an awesome and a bit depressive title to hold) but he is also an active warrior, not just inactive priest who is defensive at best. He actually seeks justice. Maladaar deserved more space.

7. Chronormu - No such a list is, I think, complete without a dragon. There are plenty of dragons to choose from in WoW, so you can pick one to your taste. I like Chromie, the enthusiastic “let’s try again but better” dragon who decided not to be a boring elf but a Gnome (maybe she has a think for science?). She isn’t everywhere but she is everywhen, which is even better. She is cheerful even at the darkest hour without being an invasive optimist. Also Chronormu might and might not be trans. The -ormu suffix is, aside from Chromie, used only for bronze dragon males, while we always see Chromie as a woman. (How do you recognize a gender in a dragon when they are in a dragon form? You hardly do, they are reptiles, they don’t really have their gender visible.) Also I have a bet going on that when Nozdormu becomes Murozond, Chromie is going to become the next Aspect (or well... leader, since Aspects are no longer a thing).

6. Garrosh - First thing to remember: He fucked up everything he touched. Twice. He was given many opportunities for rising to greatness and also for redemption and he pushed every single one aside. He is a bad person. He isn’t a problematic fave, he is a total disaster and I absolutely disagree with what all he did. I don’t like for what he did, but because he is a damn interesting character (and mind you, it took me rather long to learn). And to me he is also to an extent very relatable, because I too used to view everyone around me as an enemy and tried to live up to my very awesome parent held in high regards by others who expected me to be exactly the same. So he made into the top 10 because he is a very interesting character, but I don’t really favor him as much as the others, because he is a bad person. I am still very salty about his death. I could have written it better.

5. Nozdormu - The only reason I don’t like Nozdormu more is because we don’t see much of him. He watches over time, travels through it as well. And he also looks damn fine. Like... damn damn fine. There is a picture of him in Troll appearance and that looks even better, but well, if he wants to be an elf... He is wise, he knows how and when and why he is going to die and he also knows he can’t do anything about it. Which is very heart-breaking, especially for him who just wants to protect Azeroth and time. He is in fact the most responsible person there is. A true Lawful Neutral. We all know what happens when he tries to change the history to be a better one (see Culling of Stratholme dungeon). Nozdormu is damn interesting and damn damn beautiful and I want to take him home and care after him so nothing bad would happen to him. He could do me the favour and be there more often in the game, me being the Champion Hero Adventurer and all, he could make some time for me.

4. Ortell - The first time you meet this dude, he is almost naked sitting in a cave in Silithus and he translates the encrypted Twilight texts for you, because he realized those fuckers are no good, so he abandoned them. Hermit Ortell was quite a nice character and I liked visiting him in his cave, always brought him some papers to translate and read, because he then sent me a mail saying how nice it was I remembered him. Like, one of the few persons who actually liked to see me. And the boom baby, he is now Elementalist Ortell at Mount Hyjal, helping to infiltrate the cult he once used to call home. He also got some very ominously sounding lines. I loved hearing he is well and still on his bullshit. BfA is going to be about the Old Gods, I personally am of the opinion that Ortell should appear again - let’s just throw him at N’zoth, that tentacle fucker is just gonna run for momma in fear of Ortell. In our house goes a meme: “Little (out)house, little (out)house, who is inside?” - “Elementalist Ortell!”

3. Oculeth - A prime example that first impression matters. His first instinct to seeing a suspicious armed stranger is to put him in a deadlock bubble. In that very moment as the bubble was rising my main slowly to the ceiling, I thought “I know him for only ten seconds, but if anything happens to him, then I’d kill everyone on this server and then myself.” Oculeth is a walking disaster, this close to just losing it, but he is still brilliant and not giving up, he is a gigantic nerd and just loves things that move around thorough telemancy. Let me show to him the Wester and Eastern Earthshrine, please! Let me make my mess of elf happy!

2. Kel’thuzad - The sassy intelligent founder of Scourge (more or less) who isn’t paid enough to deal with all of this bullshit. Having read the Road To Damnation, I now know he didn’t actually want the power but the knowledge. Knowledge seeker. I can relate. But he isn’t actually a tragic character (by canon interpretation at least) which is somehow really... amazing. Life and death both threw stuffs at him and he just kept all of them for later use. And we knoe he has a cat he loves, and when worried then floats around like a distressed nurse in a field hospital . Now when Bolvar is in charge of the Scourge, Kel’thuzad is, technically speaking, a good guy. Or a neutral guy at least. He serves the Lich King (he doesn’t have much of a choice) and that’s all there is. Plus I always had a thing for necromancy and liches and this dude has been among my favorites since Warcraft III (when I couldn’t even read, not to mention understand English) and like hell am I going to change that now just because he is seen as a problematic character. Of course he is a problematic character, all characters have flaws of some kind. If they didn’t they’d be all the same and boring.

1. Vol’jin - DAMMIT BLIZZARD I DON’T CARE YOU ARE BRINGING HIM BACK IN THE BATTLE FOR AZEROTH! YOU HAD LITERALLY NO REASON TO KILL HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE AND NOT GIVING HIM MORE THAN 5 MINUTES OF SCREENTIME AND JUST ONE BOOK IS INEXCUSABLE! Okay, now I have calmed down a little. He is a strong character, both physically and mentally. He lost his son, his homeland, his homeland v. 2, his best friend, his homeland v. 3, the he had to kill the said best friend, then he had to leave Orgrimmar and his race was treated poorly in the Horde he helped to form... And nothing of that broke him. Just like Garrosh, for him everyone around was an enemy. But he didn’t kill them outright, he negotiated, he calculated, and he waited. Instead of enemies he sought opportunities, he was flexible. Yeah fine, until MoP he wasn’t all that accepting to people but he was proved wrong and he admitted it and that is something even real people have problems to do. Vol’jin is truly an inspiring character who was never afraid to call out anyone on their bullshit while keeping to both law and moral. His greatest weakness was his own damned intellect when he had the tendency to make things more complicated then they actually were. He was never my Warchief (I personally think that Cairne or Saurfang should have been the Warchief, later Baine), but he is someone whose orders I would do without questioning, knowing that all the questions I would have asked him, he asked them himself too, twice.

Honorable mention: Taedal - I have this sort of feeling I am obligated to list him here, since I am his creation mother. When you think about it, Taedal si actually just an OC I made for a punchline of a list and wanted to keep him as a running joke. He developed into a full character since then and you all have just sort of... accepted him and no longer question his presence, not even you guys who are new here (maybe you have read the FAQ but I don’t believe it, nobody reads the FAQ). When you think about it, his character, as it has developed, shouts Mary Sue (or the male version Gary Stu) miles around. He is described as pretty and everyone seems to get along with him aside from two or three characters who are just porely biased and Taedal keeps proving them wrong. He is intelligent and handsome enough to get laid, but he doesn’t do it often. And he has a special ability (to break the 4th wall). He is a rebelling demon, for Light’s sake! And somehow... Somehow nobody really minds. Maybe it’s because I present him as sort of a semi-official character, and when we get down to it there are canon characters with less believable backstory. Somehow this character seems natural in Taedal’s case instead of bad writing. I have plenty of other WoW OCs whom I love more than Taedal, but they aren’t on this blog so most of them doesn’t know them, so no reason to put them here. Plus, I really like the world I have built around Taedal. That demon wanted his own datadisc, so he has it. With the help of me and some other volunteering people who don’t mind contributing to the BaDW wiki. (This motherfucker is greedy as hell tho, and wants a second expansion now. Slow down, lizard man, I am not finished with the first one yet!)

#World of Warcraft #Warcraft #Griftah #WoW #Har'koa #Exarch Maladaar #Chronormu #Garrosh Hellscream #Nozdormu #Elementalist Ortell #Oculeth #Kel'thuzad #Vol'jin #Taedal

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