#// hes trying to move on but all the angsty kierans getting mentioned are NOT making it easy

[blackcurrant-scapegoat]

another Kieran in the Kieranverse has begun to spiral..

The others tried to stop it.

but they failed

we all did

Wait.. another....

[dipplinduo]

So before the Indigo Disk DLC came out, I watched a vid on YouTube that had a theory about Kieran stealing Koraidon/Miraidon as a way to get revenge on you for taking Ogrepon.

And thinking about it made me come up with some scenarios, whether if Kieran was possessed by Pecharunt or not (tho I think it would work a lot better if he was).

One would be that if he wasn't, when he hears about Terapagos, he would sneak into Juliana's room and steal Koraidon/Miraidon's Pokeball, planning on using them in order to catch Terapagos, believing that if he could somehow convince Koraidon/Miraidon to listen to him in battle (literally by giving them a sandwich since he knows how to get through to them) and take him (and Briar) down in the depths of Area Zero, then he has finally won against Juliana. Meanwhile Koraidon/Miraidon would be confused at first as to why they were in Area Zero and not with their trainer, but after some convincing from Kieran that Juliana gave him there Pokeball, they took him and Briar down into the depths. but after awhile they started to grow highly suspicious of the two, eventually stopping themselves from going further. Kieran would obviously be irritated by this, trying to force them to move. But thanks to their stubborn personalities, they bought enough for Juliana and Carmine to catch up and the rest of the story would play out similarly to the DLC.

ON THE OTHER HAND IF KIERAN WAS POSSESSED BY PECHARUNT!!!

(this gets a little angsty, but in my opinion, it works so much better)

The same thing would play out about how Kieran gets the Pokeball and convinces Briar to come with him. But when Kieran brings out Koraidon/Miraidon, they start to grow defensive as they knew something wasn't right (they felt uneasy and protective of Juliana whenever she was around Kieran throughout her time in the academy) but Pecharunt was having none of that and infected them with Toxic Chains (they also mentioned this in the video, and I freaking love it), causing immense pain for the poor dragon kings. Briar would be very concerned about what Kieran was doing, but Kieran would just shut her down as they descended further into the depths. By the time Juliana and Carmine get there, it's already too late as Pecharunt already claimed Terapagos. Kieran then challenges Juliana to a battle, but not with Terapagos, Koraidon/Miraidon (now in their battle form) as he claims that he should have been their trainer to begin with. Knowing that she's taking a big risk, Juliana would toss the bag containing her pokemon aside and begins to walk closer to Koraidon/Miraidon and try to get through to them using her words (much to Carmine and Briar's disapproval). But this would make Kieran angry as it would remind him of her kindness towards Ogrepon, so he would force Koraidon/Miraidon (as well as Terapagos) to start attacking the unarmed trainer. But even though she was in so much pain, Juliana pushed through, she would do whatever it took to get her Pokemon back, she would even keep telling Kieran about how sorry she was for lying to him that day and wishes she could go back and redo her mistakes, all while keeping a smile on her face. With the last bit of strength, Juliana would place her forehead on Koraidon/Miraidon's head and tell them that they will always be her best friend no matter what, finally making them snap out of Pecharunt's trance and witness their trainer collapse limply on the floor. Kieran as well would also realize what he has done, becoming completely petrified at the sight of a limp Juliana, all while Koraidon/Miraidon (now completely filled with rage) broke the toxic chain around their neck and would help Carmine free Terapagos (Kieran would help later too, but after he got a quick scolding from his sister)

Juliana managed to survive the whole ordeal as she now lays within a hospital bed, with Koraidon/Miraidon and Kieran right beside her (Them and Terapagos also got examined for injuries, but it wasn't too serious, their ok) Kieran would then tell Koraidon/Miraidon that he was sorry for what he has done and hopes that maybe he could try to make amends with both them and Juliana, finally willing to let go of the past and move on. Koraidon/Miraidon would respond to that by giving him a lick to the face, letting him know that they forgive him.

The first thing Juliana notices when she wakes up is a sleeping Kieran, his head resting at the edge of her bed, with Koraidon/Miraidon sleeping beneath his chair, smiling as she knew that they were waiting for her.

When I finished playing the teal mask, I genuinely thought that Kieran was going to take Koraidon/Miraidon in the Indigo Disk, like I was terrified as to what was about to happen, and was also highly suspicious of Koraidon/Miraidon coming out when Kieran mentioned sandwich.

Anyway, really wanted to share this little idea cause I was dying to tell someone lol, hope you like it :)

I love it!! You put an insane amount of hard effort into the possibilities and I loved all the little interaction details!! You're very creative, and I'm confident a lot of people would love to see your fic!!

[rere-the-writer]

Request number 2 bitches.

Can I get Mikaelsons x reader where the reader has an abusive ex boyfriend and he comes into town and she asks the Mikaelsons to help her with a problem but they brush her off because they’re busy. It isn’t until she disappears for a few days and they realize and go to find her at her apartment/house and she’s all bruised/has a black eye and generally looks like shit because of her ex and then que them feeling bad and making it up to the reader?

I’m needing angst in my life right now 😫

This is gonna be every angsty

Warnings: Angst, huge warnings of abusive ex, mentioned of lost of child, Fluff, overly protective Mikaelsons

A/N: if you are in this situation please please try to get a support system.

It happen, the one thing that you hoped wouldn't happen had happened. Your ex, Jason, had found you after four years of pure happiness. He found you in New Orleans after you left him due to the abuse, all it took was the night you lost your baby.

You thought being pregnant would stop him from hurting you but it didn't. When you moved to New Orleans Father Kieran took it upon hisself to look after you when you came to the church one rainy night.

"J...Jason?! What...what are you doing here?"

"Came to see you, babygirl. To see if you are done being dramatic." Jason says as you froze up shaking getting Camille's attention seeing how scared you looked.

"Hey Y/N, take the rest of the shift off. I'll serve this guy."

"Okay...." You said quietly as you quickly left the bar glad that Jason didn't follow after you. You reached the Abattoir to talk to your every every protective vampire lovers to tell them about Jason. You knew you should have told them when they asked about your old scars but you just them it was nothing.

"Beka! Can you...."

"Sorry my love but I need to go with Kol to meet with witches. You can tell me when I get back though."

"No....no I'll ask for Elijah's help." You tell her as both vampires raised an eyebrow noticing how your smile didn't reached your eyes and kissed you goodbye.

You made your way up to Elijah's study paused seeing him pacing clearly annoyed as he talked on the phone. Elijah seemed busy so you went to Klaus finding him gone as you remembered that Klaus was busy with the wolves while Finn was working with the vampire's.

"Maybe I can do this myself? I don't want to be a bother." You muttered to yourself as the one flaw your lovers hated the most was you bottling up feelings and not coming to them even if they were busy.

It was a mistake to think you could handle it on your own as for two days your lovers tried reaching you but you had been too ashamed to answer their calls. You sat shaking as your back was bleeding after Jason had beaten you with his belt and had left hours ago.

Tears rolled down your face as you held up the front of your dress as memories flooded you since you were in too much pain to move. You hated the fact that you were dumb enough to believe that you could have handled this as now you were back in the same position as you were four years ago.

"Baby?" You froze hearing Elijah's whisper making you turn seeing your lovers standing there shocked. You didn't look all too good other than your bleeding back, you had old bruises healing your hair matted as your once cozy warm apartment was trashed.

"Who did this?" Klaus growled anger flooded him stopping when you flinched in fear. Elijah calmly and carefully walked over to you while Rebekah went to run a bath.

"Baby, what happen?"

"It's....okay. I got it under control. You all where busy. "

"Sweetheart, it is clear you don't. You could have came to us anyway." Finn whispers softly as gently and carefully wiped the tears from your face. Elijah moved to help you to get up and to clean you up.

You bit back a sob with how gentle Elijah was washing you while Klaus and Kol said they were going to go hunt Jason down after you spilled to Rebekah what happened

"There we are pretty girl." Elijah cooed softly gently cupping your face when you were dressed and cleaned making your heart ache when Elijah kissed you softly.

Finn scooped you up placing gentle kisses on your skin as Elijah and Rebekah packed your bags. You layed your head on Finn's shoulder as the three took you to the Abattoir while Klaus and Kol were still hunting Jason.

"I'll make her dinner."

"I put her bags in her room." Rebekah said as Elijah nodded both kissing you before leaving you with Finn. You felt like crying again with how they were soft and gentle with you.

It wasn't that they were treating you like a piece of glass that upset you but them reminding you why you fell in love them in the first place. It hurt you to know that you wouldn't be able to never find anyone better than these ethereal beings.

You woke in the middle of the night seeing your bed empty and hearing muffled screaming coming from down stairs. You got up grabbing a robe before heading out onto the catwalk looking down to see Jason stringed up bleeding with Rebekah infront of him cutting him with a knife.

"Now Jason it says here you had been abusing our dear sweet Y/N for three years before she left you." Elijah said reading over the police report.

"Those....charges where dropped." Jason said glaring as Elijah raised an eyebrow before humming clearly not impressed.

"Nik do we have sharper knives?"

"I believe we do Rebekah. What else had he done to Y/N, 'Lijah?" Klaus asked as Elijah read over the file with Finn reading over his shoulder. You realize that they were giving Jason every hit and mark he gave you.

"Kol, you might want to get your baseball bat as it appears Jason her had beat our beloved with one." Elijah said as you shivered remembering that night as Kol smirked darkly while Klaus forced Jason to drink his blood to heal.

"That's not what happen!"

"Yes it is." Everyone stopped hearing your voice as they looked at you, right away Finn and Rebekah was by your side as Jason stared at you asking silently for your help.

"What are you doing up?"

"It was cold without one of you."

"Let's get you to bed then Finn and I will stay." Rebekah says cupping your cheek as you nodded just as Kol returned with his bat. You gave one last look to Jason and your lovers.

"Kol make sure it hurts....as it was the night I lost my baby because of him." You say letting Finn and Rebekah take you upstairs. Elijah, Klaus and Kol stared at Jason with dark eyes as the first crack of the bat came across Jason's lower abdomen.

You relaxed between Finn and Rebekah feeling them both place their hands on your abdomen. You could feel the sorrow roll off them making you pepper them both with kisses.

"It is okay. I'm okay. Not like one of you can't just give me a child." You say before giggling loudly as both Originals pounced on you showering you with kisses.

"You know we love you yes?"

"I know Rebekah and sorry for not coming to you earlier."

"Sweetheart, it isn't your fault. So don't apologize." Finn says as you mumbled a okay as you three fell asleep and the other three joined you after compelling and dumping Jason off somewhere in his own fear.

You sighed feeling safe and warm as you could finally feel loved by someone who truly cared and loved you. The Original men watched you sleep curled up in Rebekah's arms for moment before falling asleep themselves as they decided to shower you with nothing but affection and attention in the morning.

"Love you." You mumbled half asleep getting smiles and I love yous back from your vampires as you smiled in your sleep happy to have them in your life.

[dontmindmyshadowhunting]

The London Shadow Market - Centurions on a mission (Fan Fic)

This is a one-shot Tynush fan fic.

London Shadow Market. Centurions Tiberius Blackthorn and Anush Joshi are on mission for the Scholomance, tied to the First Heir, and Ty gets a bit overprotective.

It's a bit angsty and though there is mention of sex, there is no sex scene/smut.

Big thanks to @amchara who beta-read the fic (and notably helped with her thorough knowledge of London) and who also sparked the idea, since we discussed how there could never be enough of overprotective Blackthorns fic.

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It was long past midnight and the London Shadow Market’s lights were fading one after the other. Fenwick was wrapping up for the night, muttering about what an awful evening it had been. Only a dozen customers buying baubles. Overpriced, but still. Long gone were the days where he could earn in an evening what now took him a month to scrounge. The new Inquisitor, Diego Rosales, was knowledgeable, relentless, and incorruptible. It didn’t help that the new Unseelie King also frowned on his barely-to-not-legal-at-all side businesses. The most profitable ones, as it happened. He still had the favour of the Seelie Queen, but even she, in her eagerness to make peace with King Kieran, was not as frequent a client as she used to be.

So, when he heard the bell ring announcing that a customer had just crossed the threshold of his magically enhanced oversized tent, Fenwick immediately perked up. His cheerful mood was of short duration.

Two dark-haired figures had stepped into his dimly lit tent, one at least a head taller than the other, but both with a graceful warrior stance that betrayed what they were despite the obscurity.

Shadowhunters. And not any kind. The worst kind if you asked him. Those who knew much more about the Fair Folk than the fey had ever cared to reveal. They even kept secrets from the other Nephilim. That’s how world-altering their knowledge was. Centurions. And they were in their black uniforms, their silvery pins gleaming in the light of the candles scattered around the tent, not even bothering to conceal their identity.

Fenwick was torn between bolting out – on the off chance that he managed to outrun them – to lay low in one of his numerous hideouts (for a few decades at least) and standing his ground, trying to weasel his way out of this uncomfortable situation. What made up his decision was the weariness that gripped him at the mere idea of running. The centuries he had strolled around the Earth made him feel like an overstretched rubber band.

“Well met, Sons of the Angel!” He said, forcing a cheerful tone.

“Well, met,” the smaller, wheatish-skinned one answered. He had a warm, lyrical voice. As he took a few steps forward inside the tent, Fenwick tried very hard not to flinch. Up close, he had a very handsome face, high cheekbones framing his narrow and delicate nose. Strong thick eyebrows made a perfect arc over his big almond-shaped brown eyes. His bright yet calm demeanour compelled you to trust him. But Fenwick knew better.

The taller one didn’t greet him. He was already strolling lazily around the tent, scanning the shelves. He was standing with his back to Fenwick, so that all that Fenwick could see of him was black hair and a dark uniform, a circle of thorns etched across the back of his jacket.

“What brings you to my humble shop?”

The question had been directed at the politest of the two, but he didn’t seem to hear, entirely focused on stealing covert glances at his fellow Centurion. His expression was wistful, almost reverent.

Fenwick considered it. He knew how lonely they got sometimes, hidden between harsh grounds and cold stones in the Carpathian Mountains. Some were known to suffer depression, if not mental illness. He used to interact frequently with them, in the past, until the Scholomance was closed in 1872, with the signing of the First Accords. He sold them information, and sometimes a good time.

“You are in luck, Centurions. I have several pretty mermaids who have just joined Fenwick’s lair. At least two of them have a kink for strong Nephilim such as yourselves.” After all, King Kieran had started a trend… “We also have the usual nixies, pixies, goblins, hobgoblins, brownies, and even a djinn for those who have more… particular tastes. Everything happens on Seelie territory and is strictly legal of course. I have the paperwork.”

The light brown skinned Centurion looked like he was trying very hard not to burst out laughing. He coughed a little to hide it before swiftly saying, “Nothing of the sort.”

“We heard you were selling. We are buying.” The taller one spoke for the first time. He had a deep voice, with a rich timber to it. As he glanced over his shoulder, the candles’ light played along his face, revealing his striking features. Fenwick stifled a gasp. His merchant’s mind was already calculating what he could earn with such a possession. Faerie lords – even princes – would pay handsomely – a fortune – to enjoy the boy’s company.

“What is it that you care to acquire from old Fenwick?” he said in a honey voice. “Certainly not a love potion. Someone who looks like you must never be in need of it.” The Centurion’s expression remained impassive, yet Fenwick thought he saw a shadow flicker across his eyes. “Your pretty face is so much like a faerie’s. I almost took you for one of our kind.”

The other Centurion cleared his throat loudly, and when he had caught Fenwick’s attention, shot him a glare, his deep brown eyes cold as ice. A warning. Fenwick knew in that instant that if he ever wanted to get his hands on the pretty Nephilim, he would have to go through his companion first.

“What we want…” he said in a clipped tone, “cannot be touched, tasted, or inhaled.”

“Information, then,” Fenwick replied automatically upon hearing the code. A chill went up his spine. Did they know? Only one way to find out. “And what type of information do you seek?”

“You know exactly which one. Please do not waste any more precious minutes of our mortal lives. Name your price.”

Fenwick told him. The Centurion approached Fenwick’s counter and, without a word, retrieved a pouch from inside his jacket - Fenwick recognized it as fey craftsmanship of the finest sort and, though it did not bear the Unseelie Court’s sigil, had most certainly come from it - and started counting bills. His curiosity got the better of him.

“What do you want with the First Heir?” He blurted. “I didn’t know it was the Scholomance’s job to look for him. Other Nephilim – if not as skilled – have already been assigned to the task.”

“We have the money. Our business with him is our own,” he replied dismissively.

Fenwick glanced at the other tall Centurion, who had remained silent during the exchange. He had retrieved a crystal orb from one of the shelves and was turning it over in his long pale fingers.

“Careful with that! It’s fragile! And expensive. If you break it, you pay it.”

“Twenty-one,” he replied.

“Pray tell?”

“The number of laws you have broken with the content of these shelves. I am not talking about the items you keep in your back store.”

“Tiberius,” his companion warned, before forcing a smile to Fenwick’s benefit. “Here’s the money. Give us the information and we’ll be on our way.”

Fenwick’s gaze zeroed on the bills spread over his counter. He did the usual checks, doing as best as he could to hide his excitement.

“Okay,” he drawled, when they had come out to be the real deal. He gave them the First Heir’s address. The Centurion’s lips twitched but his face remained otherwise blank. He acknowledged with a stiff nod and whirled around.

“I can give you one more information. Free of charge.”

The Centurion paused and glanced over his shoulder, an eyebrow raised in question.

“The First Heir. He has power beyond your wildest imagination. Even mighty warriors such as yourselves will have a hard time capturing him. But he has a family that he loves dearly and would be willing to die for. If you take his little sister hostage, you can obtain whatever you want from him.”

Fenwick startled at the sound of glass shattering. He glanced over to find that the tall, silent, Nephilim – Tiberius, his companion had called him – had closed his long fingers on the orb, with apparently enough pressure and force that it had broken into multiple shards. He was now watching with remote interest as blood escaped from his clenched fist and started running like crimson strings over his knuckles and wrist. He didn’t look the least bit concerned by the sight.

“Hey! You will pay for this!” Fenwick said, taking consolation in the fact that, as expensive as the item was, they probably had the money.

“That’s funny,” Tiberius said in a tone that suggested it wasn’t at all. “I was about to say the exact same thing.”

He hadn’t seen him coming, but from one moment to the next, the Nephilim was in Fenwick’s face, a dagger pressed against the fey’s throat.

Fenwick thought he looked more animal than human as he cocked his head, his gray eyes feral. “Earlier you said that I look like a fey. Well, there is at least one trait that I share with the Fair Folk. I. Don’t. Lie. So, trust me when I tell you this. If you so much as harm a hair on that little girl’s head, my pretty face will be the last thing you’ll ever see. The same goes for any other member of her family. I will hunt you down, scour each one of your rabbit holes and I don’t care if it takes every single second I have left of my mortal life.”

“Tiberius,” the other Centurion crooned. “Tiberius. We are done here. Let’s go home.” Fenwick realized with a jolt of surprise that he had moved soundlessly to rest his hand on Tiberius’ shoulder and was rubbing it, tracing small circles around the joint. It was such an intimate gesture that Fenwick wondered if he had misread earlier when he had thought to witness unrequited love.

Tiberius blinked a few times, then started whispering urgently under his breath. Fenwick couldn’t make sense of what he was saying. It sounded like random words. The Centurion finally narrowed his gaze at Fenwick and mouthed “I don’t lie” one last time before he whirled and both Nephilim disappeared in a blur of dark fabric, out of the tent and into the night, as swiftly as they had come. Fenwick, frozen in terror, hoped with all his immortal’s heart that all of it had only been a bad dream.

***

Anush exhaled the cold and moist London air, his breath coming in frosty white puffs, as he drew an Iratze on the back of Ty’s hand. It had become so frequent lately that he sometimes caught himself wishing Centurions were allowed to be parabatai so that his runes were more effective, but discarded the idea as soon as it crossed his mind. He would not have been allowed to feel the way he did about Ty. And parabatai definitely did not do the things they did.

“I can’t believe he lived during the time of Berlioz. Do you think he met him? If so, I would have a thousand more questions to ask him.”

Ty didn’t answer. He was lost in thought, stroking his heron-shaped pendant with his free hand, his face pale as the moon tilted upwards toward the night sky as if he was counting the stars.

“Hey,’ Anush said softly. “It was the wrong address. So that’s one more snitch to strike off our list.”

“He had the right country, though. That’s a first. They’re closing in.”

“That’s okay, Ty. We will be one step ahead, as always.”

Anush had probably not been convincing enough, as Ty suddenly tensed, his breathing coming in short, shallow gasps, and his hand, still resting in Anush’s palm, started shaking. Anush closed his fingers around Ty’s and murmured soothing words that he knew his fellow Centurion liked, as he gently rubbed his shoulder with his free hand. “Whisper, glass, twin, secret, stars, cloud, castle, crystal, Christopher…”

Ty’s shoulders relaxed slightly. He closed his eyes and took a deep shuddering breath.

“Hey,” Anush whispered. “It’s going to be fine. We will do double shifts. Starting tomorrow. Who needs sleep anyway?”

Ty sighed, relief plain on his marble face. His eyelashes fanned out over his sharp cheekbones and Anush resisted the urge to kiss them. “Thank you. For sticking with me through all this. I know it’s not easy.”

“I didn’t have better plans anyway,” Anush shrugged it off.

Ty opened his eyes and turned his sharp gaze on Anush, still not looking him in the eye but somewhere around his chin. Close enough.

“You know what I mean.”

He knew exactly what Ty meant. The reasons for Ty’s obsession with the First Heir was a subject they never broached. But it was there, like a third presence in their relationship. If you could call what they had a relationship. It was, for Anush at least. He would go to hell and back for Ty, and so would Ty for him. But that didn’t mean he loved him. That’s just how loyal and selfless Ty was.

Anush would always remember the day Ty and him had volunteered to handle the top secret missions tied to the First Heir. Ty had adamantly refused Anush’s involvement, but of course, it was not entirely up to him. Anush was very stubborn. They had both sat in Jia Penhallow’s office and she had asked Ty to leave them alone afterwards. She had looked into Anush’s eyes and had spoken to him earnestly. “These are very dangerous missions, Anush. The most dangerous missions we currently have at the Scholomance. You are a brilliant Centurion, but are you sure you want to do this? I know Tiberius has… personal reasons for volunteering, but what about you?” He had swallowed hard. “Anywhere Tiberius goes, I go.” Her dark eyes had softened. “Anush. Have you really thought this through? I know how much you care about Tiberius but… has he told you why he has chosen to do this?” “I am not Tiberius-smart, but I am not stupid,” he had replied. “The First Heir. He’s in love with him.” The deep sadness and understanding in her eyes had almost made him cry and he had dug his nails into his palms, his jaw working as he withheld tears. “It doesn’t matter,’ he had said through clenched teeth. “Whatever happens, I will be there for him. In any capacity I can.” And it was plain from her expression that she knew he was not only talking about their missions for the Scholomance.

As he now looked into Tiberius’ gray eyes, at his beautiful features that were nothing compared to his gentle and unique heart, Anush felt a deep rush of love mixed with longing. Ty would never be his. He already belonged to someone else. But Anush would give Tiberius any part of him that he wanted.

He took a deep breath before he answered.

“I do. I am not giving you a choice anyway. You’re stuck with me.” Always.

Ty looked down, as if he couldn’t bear the weight of Anush’s gaze on him.

“I didn’t thank you for… earlier. I almost lost it back there.”

“Don’t mention it,” Anush replied. “That’s what I am here for. At least he took your threat seriously.”

“As he should.”

Ty was still playing with the pendant tied around his neck. Anush brought his free hand on top of Ty’s, intertwining their fingers.

“I love your hands,” he whispered to Ty. “I wouldn’t want them to get soiled.” He tiptoed to bring his lips closer to Ty’s ear, almost brushing. “Especially now that I have experienced their full potential.”

Ty turned his face away but not before Anush saw his cheeks flush and the corner of his mouth quirk. Anush loved how he was still shy about these things.

He looked at the dark cobbled street before them.

“Fenwick’s minions must already be on their way.”

Ty cocked his head. “Coming from the west. They’re a mile or two ahead of us. Judging by their pace, they should be upon us in about five minutes.”

Anush nodded. Ty sometimes knew things – as if he had an invisible spy everywhere they went – and Anush had stopped questioning it. If Ty had wanted to share, he would have. Anush would not press him.

“Tactic?”

“Split. Confuse. Divide and conquer.”

“Good. I need the exercise. You take north by the river, I take south and we meet up west?”

Ty nodded, already veering in the opposite direction, two swords drawn.

“Meet you at Blackthorn Hall,” Anush cried out to him, as he started walking backwards. “First one there gets the biggest room.”

“Dream on,” he thought he heard Ty reply. He tried to catch one last glimpse of him for good luck but he had already been swallowed by the night.

***

Tiberius got there first. But he let Anush pick his favourite bedroom. All bedrooms in Blackthorn Hall were decorated with different themes, that one had a landscape - the view from the LA Institute’s rooftop, Ty had explained - painted over an entire wall, opposite the huge canopy bed. Anush found it quite soothing.

“Fenwick sent an army,” he said as he drew several Iratzes on Ty’s back. He whistled. “You must have scared the shit out of him.” They had managed to get rid of the last of Fenwick’s minions by drowning them in the Thames. Ty had a few fey allies lurking underneath the surface. Creatures he had helped escape from captivity.

When he was finished, Tiberius rose from the bed and Anush watched as he stored the bandages and gauze in a small cabinet in a corner of the room. He was naked from the waist up and Anush’s gaze lingered on his fellow Centurion’s lean and muscular back, a canvas way too beautiful for black Runes and faded scars that were now so familiar he could draw them from memory. His dark curls were still wet from the dive into the river.

Anush crossed his arms behind his head and settled comfortably against the headboard.

“Ty?”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck me.”

Tiberius stilled, his bare shoulders hunched.

“What, now?”

“Yes now. I want you.”

Ty slowly closed the cabinet’s door and turned to look at Anush, his gray eyes unreadable.

“Anush… My brother Julian is here. His bedroom is a few meters down the corridor.“

“So? It’s not as if he doesn’t know what we are up to. You're so lucky he’s smart and open-minded. The coolest. I wish my parents were the same. If they knew the things we did, they would probably drag me to Naraka themselves.”

“Anush…” Ty said softly. “You know it wouldn’t make any difference if you were a girl… I would say the same thing.”

“We won’t make any noise!”

Tiberius raised a dark eyebrow. Anush let out a deep sigh.

“Yeah, I know. It’s not my fault if you turn into this beast I barely recognize under the bed sheets.”

“I don’t hear you complaining.”

“Oh the noises I make are definitely not me complaining. Mister Hyde can have a ride anytime.”

Ty gave him one of his rare wicked smiles… The ones that always got Anush’s heart rate into high gear. He put his shirt back on and moved soundlessly to the door.

“Ty,” Anush called.

Tiberius paused, his hand on the doorknob.

“Yeah?”

“Stay for the night. No noisy and sweaty sex. Just…lie down next to me.”

“Anush,” Ty breathed, his look apologetic. And Anush braced himself for what would come next. The blow to his chest. Because he already knew what Ty would say. “Anush. You know I can’t sleep that way.”

“Yeah, no problem, I understand. Raziel knows we definitely need the rest.” Anush tried to reply in a light tone but the pitch of his voice rose awkwardly at the end. “It’s okay. Good night Ty.”

“Good night, Anush.”

[lenadoyle]

No. 82 from the most recent prompt list, maybe? If you're up for it :) Love your writing btw!!

A fluffy one to make up for my angsty new chapter, also BABY KIERAN! 😍

Why are you being so difficult

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“You’re kidding me,” Kara huffed more to herself than anyone else. 

Blowing the hair out of her face gruffly, she stood with her hands on her hips, looking like a Superhero trying to be intimidating. She thinks she would be too, were it not for the giggling baby before her. Her ultimate downfall. 

She glared down at him, frown firmly in place as he wiggled about, arms and legs kicking delightedly (It was taking much of her self control to not just smile and giggle with him, but she was trying to be serious here). 

“You gotta give me something to work with buddy,” she gently reprimanded. The only answer she received, a little laugh combined with a slobbery raspberry blown her way. 

Another huff, her shoulders slumping in defeat. Okay, you can do this, don’t let him win. 

Squaring her shoulders, Kara clapped her hands and tried again. 

“One leg,” Kara narrated as she tucked one little foot into the onesie, eyes firmly fixed in his cheeky face. 

“Other leg,” progress! 

Kara tickled his belly as she moved to one arm, hoping to distract him so he wouldn’t notice. His squeal of delight had her smiling despite her (supposed) frustrations with him. 

“One arm.” Kara felt herself wiggling her hips in a happy dance, thinking she had finally done it.

“Other arm! Yes!” She cheered, pumping her fist in the air “and now we just- What?! How the hell did you get your leg out again?! Come on!” Kara whined, head thrown back. 

A giggle had her rolling her head forward again, staring down at her son. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you,” she squinted her eyes, scrutinising him as if she could see his true intentions behind his laugh. 

Determined, Kara tried a third time. Deciding on a different tactic, she tried for same arm and leg before moving to the other side. Her son however, was apparently a magician, pulling off an impossible feat and retracting all limbs at once from the onesie prison his mother was trying to constrain him in. 

“Why are you being so difficult! Yes I’m talking to you, little devil.” Kara couldn’t keep up her frustrated facade any longer. His infectious laugh and smile taking all the fight out of her. She ticked his tummy and blew a raspberry on his chubby cheek. “You’re lucky you’re the cutest little boy around aren’t you, yes you are! I bet you don’t put up this kind of fight when mommy dresses you though, do you? No, because you’re a mommy’s boy!” 

Kieran let out a happy squeal, clapping his hands at the mention of his mommy. Babbling away in his little language, like he had something very important to share. 

“It’s okay, I would do the same. We’re both pretty smitten with her, aren’t we?”

“I’m pretty smitten with the two of you,” came a teasing voice from the doorway. Kara looked over, blush on her cheeks as she took in her wife, leaning against the doorframe with a tender look on her face. 

Kara’s hand on Kieran’s belly held him in place as he wiggled in delight having heard his mommy’s voice. His head turned just like Kara’s, cheeks just as pink. Lena smiled at the two faces looking back at her, how did she get so lucky?

“Are you giving your jeju grief little boy?” Lena’s voice lilted as she stepped up to the changing table. One hand landing at the small of Kara’s back, the other reaching out to caress Kieran’s cheek. She could feel Kara’s eyes burning into her head even as she focused on their son, the blonde’s gaze never wavering. “Should we show her how it’s done?” She teased with a grin, cooing happily back to the babbling she received in answer. 

Kara happily stepped aside, letting Lena do her thing. She would never tire of seeing her wife with their son. Watching with fascination, Lena got him dressed with ease, the boy smiling the whole way as his mother whispered to him lovingly, brushing at his cheek with her finger as she went. 

“There we go!” Lena tickled his sides when she was finished, revelling in his happy squeals. “Who is the bestest boy?”

“Only for you,” Kara chuckled from beside her, mock pout on her face as Lena scooped Kieran up. She pulled him into her chest, giving Kara a cheeky grin over his head. Lena ducked her head and whispered something to Kieran, smiling wider when he looked over to Kara. Leaning out of Lena’s arms, he made grabby hands towards Kara and she melted, lifting him into her own arms. 

With a small sigh, Kieran burrowed into Kara and promptly closed his eyes, breathing evening out soon after. 

“You’re definitely his favourite when it comes to sleeping,” Lena smiled, lilting into Kara’s side, hand coming to rest on their sleeping son’s back. 

“He just gets too much joy out of being difficult for me,” Kara teases, “wonder where he got that from.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” The sly grin on Lena’s face said otherwise. But Kara wouldn't have it any other way. 

[sheyshen]

My FanFic compilation

I figured I have written quite a lot over the years and especially this year, that putting together something like this, that has everything I’ve written so far in one place all organized would be a good idea! So please! Enjoy!

There’s quite a lot so they’ll all be listed under the read more, They’re all organized by series (fairy tail, swtor, mass effect, dragon age, greedfall, anthem, and smut fics) as well as by pair with a short description, starting with the first fic I wrote (fairy tail) and the latest (fictober 2020 prompts)  :D

Fairy Tail: (Leading off with this because it’s my first ever fic) -Shall We Dance, Pair: Laxus/Lucy: 38 chapters, Finished https://archiveofourown.org/works/4351550/chapters/9870611

Swtor: Main fic: -Breaking the Bad News (aka BTBN), multi-pair, main focus is shan trio: currently 70 chapters, Ongoing. https://archiveofourown.org/works/9340892/chapters/21164699

Side Fics: Kara Hawke’s Backstory(s):

Pre-Class story: -A Smuggler’s Tyr, no pairing, intro to Kara’s first crew: Currently 1 chapter, Complete (Might add more eventually)

During Class Story: -Adventure of a Lifetime, no pairing focus but will mention Darmas, meant to build on what we have of the in game class story: Currently 1 chapter, hiatus (plan to work on more with 2021)

Post Class Story: -Hawke Legacy: While Kara Sleeps, mentioned Theron/Kara, focus’s on Koro delivering the news of Marr’s ship being attacked to Theron. 1 chapter, Complete -Downtime, Theron/Kara, Post arrival on Odessen but prior to chapter 9 on kotfe, 1 chapter, complete -Desert Reunion, Theron/Kara, Introducing Kara’s dad and bringing him into the Alliance, 3 chapters, complete -A Moment, Theron/Kara, but starting to poke at the idea of Arcann being involved, 1 chapter, complete

Prompts: -Fictober 2018, day 1: Can you feel this?, Kara/Arcann/Theron, post-umbara/pre-copero so theron’s only mentioned -Fictober 2018, day 3: How can I trust you?, Kara/Arcann/Theron, post-Nathema, and a bit on the trio +kids, dealing with Theron’s return -Fictober 2018, day 5: Take what you need, mentioned Kara/Caleb (her first husband from her original crew), takes place before the class stories, short story about a job she had done -Fictober 2018, day 6: I’ve heard enough, this ends now. Kara/Arcann (sometime pre-nathema so sorry Theron’s not really in this one), bit of covering a reoccuring nightmare Kara had for a few months -Fictober 2018, day 7: No Worries, we still have time, Kara/Arcann/Theron (Arcann’s not present tho, just mentioned), little bit of the pair of workaholics +kids taking a break -Fictober 2018, day 12/13: Who could do this/Try harder next time, Kara/Arcann/Theron & Koren/Trey (Will have this in both pairs), sometime post-nathema probably, little adventure with Kara involving having to save her sons -Prompt: I Care about You, Theron/Kara, little bit of a rebuild of their kotfe reuinion -Prompt: Come Cuddle, Kara/Arcann/Theron, Short fluff story of one of their movie nights with some bad jokes -Promptless idea: Arcann Singing, Kara/Arcann/Theron, I’ve always had this idea that Arcann can sing at least as well as Senya does, so here’s a bit of him singing to kara’s boys, and also kara. -Fictober 2019, day 2: Just Follow me, I know the area, Kara/Arcann mainly, post onslaught so Theron’s involved but just not featured in this prompt. Little bit of a romantic night out. -Fictober 2019, day 3: Now? Now you listen to me?, Kara/Arcann/Theron, follow-up to the fictober 2018 day 6 prompt, and resolution to the chronic nightmares Kara was having -Fictober 2020, day 7: Yes I did, what about it?, Kara/Arcann/Theron, post-nathema, small bit of theron and kara heart to heart about a choice she made (involving Valss because I’m still bitter we didn’t get a save option for him) and both prosthetic users in the trio are sore (maybe there’s a storm moving in) -Fictober 2020, day 15: Not interested, thank you, Kara/Arcann/Theron (Arcann isn’t present for this), one of a handful of reminders that Kara and Theron are parents, connor just really wants to make his lightsaber -Fictober 2020, day 18: You don’t see it?, Kara/Arcann/Theron (post umbara pre Nathema so theron is only mentioned), something of a pep-talk from arcann.

Nora Hawke/Mikael Hawke: -That Time Back When We First Met, backstory on how my sith warrior and pub trooper met before they started their relationship: currently 2 chapters, hiatus (plan to work on more with 2021) -Fictober 2018, day 4: Will that be all?, little bit after they first met, can be considered a continuation chapter... technically

Koren Gates/Trey Hawke: -Fictober 2018, day 2: People Like you have no imagination, Koren/Trey & Shey/Torian (will put it for both pairs), little adventure of my bounty hunter squad +sith BF -Fictober 2018, day 12/13: Who could do this/Try harder next time, Kara/Arcann/Theron & Koren/Trey (Will have this in both pairs), sometime post-nathema probably, little adventure with Kara involving having to save her sons -Fictober 2020, day 13: I missed this, Koren/Trey, bit of fluff between my overly caring hunter who could use a day off and his grump of a sith boyfriend. -Fictober 2020, day 28: Do I have to do everything here?, Kara/Arcann/Theron, Arcann and Koth decide to play a co-op holonet game, with only minor arguing. -Fictober 2020, day 30: Just say it, Kara/Arcann/Theron, Kara gets a little time to herself and the trio’s weekly movie night ends up being a bit more than just the three of them.

Shey Shen/Torian Cadera: -Fictober 2018, day 2: People Like you have no imagination, Koren/Trey & Shey/Torian (will put it for both pairs), little adventure of my bounty hunter squad +sith BF -Prompt: I’m Right Where I Belong, Shey/Torian sometime post kotet, a rare time that I bring up the fact that she has amnesia and still can’t remember anything prior to about 2 years prior to the class stories starting. -Prompt: ... out of habit (kiss), former Shey/Koro mention as well as Shey/Torian, because Koro is a mess and while him and Shey have been divorced for years habits die hard. -Fictober 2020, day 8: I’m not doing that again, Shey/Torian & Kurana/Andronikos (will be under both pairs), Little bit of a fun idea of who would win in a fight, our dear pirate or mando

Kurana Knight/Andronikos Revel: -Prompt: One Falling Asleep with their head in the other’s lap, Kurana/Andronikos, I keep thinking of this prompt now and then because writing Niko being soft for his wife is a lot of fun. -Fictober 2020, day 8: I’m not doing that again, Shey/Torian & Kurana/Andronikos (will be under both pairs), Little bit of a fun idea of who would win in a fight, our dear pirate or mando

Lyra Hawke/Doc: -Fictober 2020, day 1: No, Come Back!, Lyra/Doc, little adventure on an unnamed planet that I honestly love the idea of -Fictober 2020, day 6: That was Impressive, Lyra/Doc, Another little adventure of information gathering featuring Kara’s youngest son, Connor. -Fictober 2020, day 22: And neither should you, Lyra/Doc, little bit of fluff and doc trying to get his wife to take a day off

Ren Hawke/Vinn Atrius: -Fictober 2020, day 9: Will you Look at this?, Ren/Vinn, I need to write more of them outside of btbn so this was a start to hopefully more building on my didn’t plan to ship this as strongly as I ended up doing pair.

Ava Reiner/Jonas Balkar: -Fictober 2020, day 20: Did I ask?, Ava/Jonas, Small job featuring a couple of SIS agents, and including a bounty hunter I got attached to in a hurry.

Kyri Dennan/Arn Peralun: -Fictober 2020, day 21: This, this makes it all worth it, Kyri/Arn, little build up for another pair that I didn’t expect to get attached to, featuring some implant maintanence.

Airi/Theron (one off because disaster spy/spy pairing I had to write at least once): -Admittance, 1 chapter, complete

WoW: Aulara Stormdawn/Kieran Grimmarrow: -Lunar Eclipse, (Technically my first fic but I didn’t post it until after Shall We Dance), A story involving Aulara (an orphaned night elf priestess), Koren Haven (her brother from the orphanage, a human paladin), Kieran (a blood elf noble, hunter who doesn’t have much people skills), and the friends they meet including Rokar an old orc shaman and Sen a orc huntress, that navigates through the warcraft story starting with vanilla wow. Currently 7 chapters, on hiatus but planning on picking it up again in 2021! -Fictober 2020, day 4: That didn’t stop you before, Aulara/Kieran, A quest during Legion and a bit of a flashback from one of their first quests together around when they first started fighting side by side during BC -Fictober 2020, day 25: Sometimes you can even see, Aulara/Kieran, The burning of Teldrassil and Kieran deciding he’s willing to risk everything he’s ever known to be with his wife. Koren is there to give him a hand. -Fictober 2020, day 26: How about you trust me for once?, Aulara/Kieran, early BC before they became a couple, Kieran and Aulara get a moment to talk alone in Nagrand, involves something close to an awkward confession. >:3

Shey Wrynn/Varian Wrynn: -Prompt: Are you testing me?, Shey/Varian, post WoD but pre-Legion, little walk through elwynn turning into an adventure between the king and his wife, Shey is not amused when he charges in head first. -Fictober 2020, day 2: That’s the easy part, Shey/Varian, mid to late WoD, bit of fluff while planning the push towards hellfire citadel, bit of fluff and bit of proposal.  >:3 -Fictober 2020, day 10: All I ever wanted, Shey/Varian, post-BFA Pre-Shadowlands, proof I can write at least a little bit angsty, some platonic Shey & Anduin. -Fictober 2020, day 16: I never wanted anything else, Shey/Varian, something short around late Cata early MoP involving Shey having a birthday. -Fictober 2020, day 27: Give me that, Shey/Varian, probably what I consider the most ooc i’ve written him but honestly i had a lot of fun writing them being dorks. -Fictober 2020, day 31: I trust you, Shey/Varian, sometime early Cata soon after they started a relationship. The one and probably only time I’ll ever mention Shey’s old house, and a touch on the fact that i’m 100% certain that Varian would try and sneak out of the city time to time.

Shey & Anduin (platonic, it’s always platonic/familial between them) -Fictober 2020, day 19: I can’t do this anymore, Shey & Anduin, because sometimes a girl just needs to sneak her son out of the city to give him a break and maybe check out a ruin or something.

Shey Wrynn/Aethas Sunreaver: -Prompt: By your side, Shey/Aethas. Post legion, a bit of a moment between them early BFA. I started writing them as a potential pair before settling as friends with benefits that might form into more, so this is a possible hinting at them becoming “more”

Mass Effect: John Shepard/Kaidan Alenko: -Prompt: War’s End Kiss, Shenko, Post ME3 when they’re just a couple of retired old soldiers and John’s slowly recovering from his injuries from the final push. -Fictober 2019, day 4: I know you didn’t ask for this, Shenko, Post ME3, a bit of a heart to heart between them and tending to slowly healing injuries. -Fictober 2020, day 3: You did this?, Shenko, Post ME3, Kaidan runs across some old footage of John over the years from before they met to the reaper war. -Fictober 2020, day 14: You better leave now, Shenko, during ME3, short mission against a hold out of mercs, featuring James. -Fictober 2020, day 24: Are you kidding me?, Shenko, during ME3 probably, featuring Kaidan “my headache doesn’t hurt that bad” Alenko and John “please just take a nap” Shepard. -Fictober 2020, day 29: Back up!, Shenko, during ME3, mission to clear out a cerberus warehouse including some battle flirting and James lending a gun.

Scott Ryder/Gil Brodie: -Fictober 2020, day 12: Watch me, Ryder/Gil, Post main MEA story, something short of Scott looking forward to getting out and exploring while Gil (and eventually Sara) work on the Nomad. (Sara is my pathfinder)

Dragon Age: Garrett Hawke/Fenris: -Dawning, Fenhawke, Short bit of fluff and my firt step into writing dragon age. Late or post DA2.

Lia Hawke/Fenris (a one off when I was debating on canon hawkes & romances for them): -Fictober 2020 day 5: Unacceptable, try again. Fenhawke, little bit of teasing and bad taste in books.

Rana Cousland/Alistair Theirin: -Promptless ramble, Rana/Alistair, Set during DAO with Rana reflecting on those she’s lost, worrying for her brother and realizing just how in love she’s fallen with Alistair. -Fictober 2020, day 23: Do we have to?, Rana/Alistair, set post DAO, pre-DAI, little romantic picnic between the king and queen of ferelden before she heads off on her next mission. (hints at Nathaniel being involved with the both of them.)

Greedfall: Lydia de Sardet/Kurt -Fictober 2020, day 11: I told you so, Lydia/Kurt, short bit trying to get my footing writing these two, Lydia thinks she can still climb trees like she used to as a kid. -Fictober 2020, day 17: Give me a minute or an hour, Lydia/Kurt, short bit, and Kurt not being as subtle about his feelings about Lydia as he probably thinks he has.

Anthem: Raya Auren/Matti (1 of the 3 Matthias Sumner) -Fictober 2019 day 1: It’ll be fun, trust me, Raya/Matti, Bit of an adventure involving Raya taking her favorite arcanist out of fort tarsis to see something very special. (also involving me having no clue how they transport people when there’s only one javelin and winging it)

Smut: (all of them are swtor so far) -A Moment Reprised, Kara/Arcann, takes place post-umbara and pre-nathema, and sometime late in BtBN, no plot. -Moving on, Koren/Trey, takes place right before chap 35 of BtBN, featuring my dorks of a hunter and sith setting in stone they’re serious about each other. no plot -Just a short vacation, Kara/Theron, takes place post-nathema pre-onslaught, A moment in Kara and Theron’s honeymoon at a lovely resort and the closest to taking a day off Theron will ever probably take. No plot -Welcome Home, Kara/Arcann/Theron, unlike the other 3 doesn’t have a specific time that it takes place other than post nathema. No plot