#//HOOOO I GOT CHOKED UP WRITING THIS

[chaoticspacefam]

Tell us about You’re In My Veins !

[This one was from a “WIP Ask Game” a while back where I listed titles/placeholder names for my current WIPs and y’all got to ask me about any that interested you! I don’t have the link anymore but yeah, context sjkgjdg]

CW: there’s a snippet at the bottom of this ask which has some suggestive/raunchy connotations. No direct actual smut (that’s already happened prior to this bit at the end 😏) but this is very much an argument about their sex life

Hoooo boy where do I start with this one? It’s one of the ones that’s been stuck in WIP hell for the longest goddamn time. Not even because I don’t like it or anything. The bits I have written of this one are still pretty solid, if anything they need some minor polishing (I was awful at paragraphing when I started this and it shows lmao 90) and it’d prolly still be post-able. But at this stage I’m not 100% sure exactly where it’ll fit into the Creeping Shadows timeline. I know its somewhere mid-to-end of Balmorra, and definitely before Voss but you know...that’s an awful big gap rn :’) I’m sure I’ll figure out where it goes eventually, but till then its stuck in WIP hell 💀 hahaha Anyway the first draft of this was meant to be like make-up smut but in true Aria fashion, she had to ruin it by deciding “nope I’m not ready for feelings yet” and she turned it into a fight (but that said, it does end with Aria seriously reflecting on said feelings even if the overall “tone” of it is that she hates that she’s having them 🤣🤣) so it’s a milestone for their relationship which does, in the end, lead to them actually fixing it for real later on down the line. As a joke I like to call it “make up sex but backwards” bc that’s basically what ended up happening with this one I can’t remember if the rules of this ask game said to include a snippet but I kinda feel bad this one was sat in the askbox for so long so have a lil snippet as a treat 💖

>> SNIPPET STARTS HERE, last warning that it gets a lil suggestive from here on out! also quite a lot of swearing, this is very much a lovers’ spat and both of them went for the THROAT XD <<

Vano’s jaw tightened. “Nice to know you were so concerned with my safety. You know, just a simple ‘hey Va, I’m not dead but I can’t be with you right now’ would have sufficed!” The Mirialan growled, sitting up on her hands, her eyes narrowed into a dangerous glare. “And just for the record, I'd GLADLY die for you, even though you don't fucking deserve it.” “I never asked you to!” Aria snapped back on impulse, not thinking of the effect the words would have on Vano. “I never asked for any of this. I never asked for you to pad after me like a helpless Kath pup!!” The Marauder drew back, and Aria felt the reaction to her words sting Vano like a slap to the face. “Well, I never asked to fall in love with a self-centered bitch either, but here we are!” she yanked her robes back on sharply and sat back on her haunches to glare at Aria. “The only thing I'm sorry for, is that I was stupid enough to think that if I gave you enough time, this would be more than just fucking to you!” “I never promised you flowers and poetry, I told you it was just sex and you kept crawling back anyway!” Aria shouted after her as the Sith stormed away, grabbing her discarded equipment as she passed it. “Fine, then you can find someone else to go to bed with, because I'm DONE with you!” “You always say that, and a week later your head's between my legs again!!” she retorted, knowing the Mirialan had left the ship when no further reply came. The Jedi sank down onto the pillows and choked on the involuntary sob that left her as Vano's last words spun in her head like a swarm of angry hornets.

There’s some more filler/exposition-y stuff between this snippet and the last line but it feels prudent to mention the last line is a bit of internal dialogue (I seem to do that on occasion, first this oneshot, then Strikhedonia...guess its a writing quirk now? /jk) from Aria and it’s just: I hate how much I need you!!

[endsvilleborn]

👀 + How do you really feel about Junior?

Will these questions ever stop? Not only was this a question she actively refused to answer, but a question she feared to confront. She remained quiet for what felt like ten, eleven or so seconds, teeth grit and a bead of sweat welling just over her brow. But, she was bewitched to answer, to speak her heart, however she was loathe to do so under any other circumstance.

❝I... Ruined what we had, okay!? It was a real neat thing that I... Kinda-sorta enjoyed, and I tore it down, and I feel disgusted by it! And it's all complicated, and I don't know how to handle it.❞

❝You want to know how I feel? Fine. Then we'll go to the beginning. Back to fourth grade. There was a creepy kid in school. Billy's stupid cousin. A friendless, spineless loser. The son of Nergal. He tried to give me a Valentine's day card from Irwin, but I pretended to assume that it came from Junior instead, just to mess with him. ... You know what Junior does? He doesn't clear it up with me. He goes for it. Keep in mind, I ripped the head clean off of his stupid teddy bear. He goes for it knowing that I did that to him, that I could do that to him, too.❞

❝High school. Billy and I had different classes. Junior and I had to partner up for a project. ... We got to talking. We shared the same taste in movies, music, the same politics, we bounced off of each other better than I did with Billy or Grim. Then we started to hang out after we aced the project. He offered to take me to Flab Burger, and then Burger Squire. ... The movies. Then we hung out at my house. His weird clawed hand touched mine, and... He froze up. And so did I. I should've punched him, but I didn't. ... I just stared at him. And Junior kept pushing his luck. He squeezed my hand. And I said, 'you are playing a very dangerous game'. He did this... Really anxious little nod of the head. And I could hear both of his hearts beating against his chest. Or-- Maybe one of those was mine.❞

❝We... Kissed, and... I still remember the scene of what movie we were watching. It was the scene in the President Evil movie where C.H.A.D. was fending off the zombie presidents. And after that, it... Felt weird. But I wasn't vomiting in my mouth.❞

❝We had our own adventures. While Billy was playing football, or visiting Asgard, or playing video games with Irwin, Junior and I were unraveling the mysteries of the universe, or fighting aliens, or harassing the Kids Next Door. And...❞

❝... It's been years but I still have no idea how to explain it. But I had a lot going on in my head, yeah? Teenage hormones, new emotions, new everything, no idea how to handle any of it. And, I got angrier for some reason. I had no reason to be. I just did. And Junior kept getting caught in it when he shouldn't have.❞

❝I started raising my voice at him. Sometimes it was deserved. Sometimes it wasn't. And sometimes I'd do it in front of his family. Then I started to insult him, called him a pansy because-- He was. He was a passive guy. He tried not to be, and I should've given him credit for it, but I didn't. Kept calling him a freak, and... That word really activates him in a wrong way. I kept acting awful toward him, feeling more contempt for him. I took him for granted. ... Junior used to throw himself at me, you know? He always woke up before I did, just so he could try to cook me something for breakfast. He gave these great massages, and he always wanted to be with me whenever I went out in public because he said that being around me made him feel safer.❞

❝... Grim asked me why Junior wasn't doing any of that anymore. Why he was crying more. Why he shrunk when I spoke to him. And... I-- ... I dumped him. Because I thought he was spineless for it. And it didn't really set in until I realized that the other side of my bed was cold. I didn't get breakfast in bed anymore. I didn't get those nice massages. ... I didn't have anyone to have a crazy adventure with, anymore. Nobody to talk to about my day, or my frustrations. I got lonely. And I felt worse with every passing day until I did the one thing I never did before, and never will again.❞

❝I apologized to him. And I did it so that I could finally get over it. It took me hours to hit that 'send' button. ... He almost immediately replied. And... It-- ... He was surprised. Asked me if I was drinking, I said no, and. He forgave me. It wasn't verbose. Just those three words. 'I forgive you'.❞

❝We haven't had any deep conversations since. ... I still keep his favorite soda stocked in my fridge. Don't know why I do.❞

❝You want to know how I really feel about Nergal Jr.? I adore him, and I miss him, but I can never look him in the face again without being reminded of how hateful I was acting towards the one person that didn't deserve it. He knew who I was. What I was. What I did. What I do. What I will do. And he was okay with it. He gave everything he had to me, and I threw it in his face. The one person I wouldn't mind seeing the end of time with, and I hurt him and then call him spineless when he cries over it.❞

❝There's your fucking answer. I hope you choke on it.❞

[pgrdorms]

May I request a fic where lee and kamui has their fun with commander?? Its fine if you cant write two at the same time. Lee would be fine since I havent seen a lee anywhere yet;; I cant. Exactly come up with a scenario in which that would have him "having fun" with commander but I'm just thinking like. He would be extremely sadistic with commander. I have this headcannon(?) Because I watch the official animations and... lee is. Sadistic. That's all I can say. And kamui is a victim. Lol. Anyways my request is lee and kamui having fun with commander and if two doesnt work out for you just lee having fun with commander (maybe a little bit of him being a sadistic fuck if you are okay with that...) is fine!!

I didnt expect for this to get this long lmao;;

awsdhki hoooo spiicyyy. I got carried away and made this super long LMAO

Lee and Kamui NSFW | 18+ party

Lee | Kamui | GN!Reader threesome

Mentions: heavy SMUUUTTT, threesome, spanking, bit of choking, sadistic Lee, slight sub Kamui, reader is basically a cock sleeve, no plot

new banner cus is a <3some

You found yourself cornered in your room, with Kamui and Lee hovering over you in bed

It was in the middle of the night you were woken up by Kamui and Lee knocking on your door, asking to come in and talk about something

You weren't expecting this though

"(y/n) has been working us too hard lately, don't you think we deserve some reward?" Lee's cold voice is a stark contrast to the lust you see in his dark eyes. "Lee, we both agreed we would only go through with this is (y/n) is okay with it," Kamui reminds him.

"I've seen how you look at (y/n), I know you want this just as bad," Lee smirks, moving his hands down to your underwear.

"Naughty commandant, only wearing your underwear to bed? It's like you were asking us to fuck you," Lee teases. You were taken aback by his change in personality, but the throbbing below made it clear how turned on you were. "(y/n) if its okay, we want to just let off steam and make you feel good..." Kamui whispers behind your ear, his hands also roaming your nude body.

Your mind became hazy as you felt their hard bodies pressed up against you, feeling their bulges through their pants. You could hardly think straight while the both of them trailed kisses across your neck and back. Lee tilts your head up with his hand, waiting for your answer. You gulp, and shyly lean forward to kiss his lips.

.

.

.

.

"You like that you dirty slut? Taking both cocks at the same time like a fucking whore," Lee pounds into your hole, pushing your mouth further down Kamui's length. He hisses and tightens his grip on your hair, swearing under his breath. "Fuck...(y/n), feels...good" Kamui pants. Watching you struggle to fit his cock in your mouth, it just felt too good. "C-can I fuck your pretty mouth (y/n)? Y-you want to make me feel good too right?" Kamui begs.

"(y/n) can't answer you with your cock in there," Lee leans over and shoves your head further down, you gag in the process, saliva dripping from your lips.

"A-ah! Be careful with them Lee-" Kamui warns but moans loudly when Lee drags your head off his manhood and back down. "C'mon (y/n) don't you want to show Kamui your thanks? Until you make him cum, I'm not going to move."

You whine and wriggle your hips, trying to get Lee to move. A hand harshly spanks your ass making you come up and gasp. Just as you tried to catch your breathe Lee shoves you back down onto Kamui's cock. "Mmph!"

You drag your mouth up and down his length, trying your best to fit all of him inside. Kamui's eyes roll back as he thrusts his hips up into you, "S-sorry (y/n) it just feels too good! J-just a little longer..." he groans. His hands gently stroke your cheek, before grabbing your head and harshly pushing you down. "Mm I-I'm so close, I'm gonna come down your throat yeah? Make sure to swallow all of me~"

You supress your gag as you feel thick ribbons of cum shoot deep down your throat, using your tongue to lap at any stray strings of cum. "What a dirty cum slut" Lee smirks.

He didn't give you a chance of rest as he slammed his hips against you, bottoming out. "L-Lee wait I'm still inside (y/n)" Kamui moans, his cock twitching at the overstimulation. "Shut up, I know what I'm doing."

You begin to twitch around Lee's cock, struggling to keep up with his rough pace. Every slam of his hips pushes you forward on Kamui, you feel him grow stiff again inside your mouth. "H-haaah...nnng" Kamui's moans grow loader, as he tries to wriggle away, "S-stop! I-if you keep going I'm gonna-" he's cut off as he feels himself cum again in your mouth.

You don't even have the chance to swallow his cum when you're ripped off Kamui and pushed onto your side. "My turn," Lee smirks and plunges back inside your hole, his hand helps hoist your leg onto his shoulder while your other rests on the bed. The new angle makes you scream as you feel Lee's thick cock push deeper inside you.

"A-aah! Mmh p-please!" you cry. "Please what (y/n)? You need to tell me or I won't know what you want."

Lee had a sadistic smirk on his face, he took delight seeing you writhe in pleasure because of him. With the slutty expression on your face, how could he resist teasing you?

"Mmh fuck- f-fill m...cum...hahh...fill me up!" you whine. "Only if you take all my cum like a good cum bucket."

Seeing you nod eagerly, Lee chuckles and goes feral. Fingers digging into your soft thigh, Lee thrusts into you, chasing his own high.

"Gonna fill you up with my cum, don't waste a single drop," Lee grunts. With one last thrust Lee finishes inside you, grinding his groin into you to get as deep as possible.

Your whole body trembled, you had no energy to even move. Kamui cuddles up to you, giving you a loving kiss. "(y/n)'s the best, making us feel so good."

Lee plops down on the other side, his hands gently stroking your back. "I hope you don't mind us coming back (y/n), after all, you owe us this much."

[kirishwima]

for the soulmate AU thing could i ask for 8 or 9 with jumin?

ok so i had to go with no. 9 bc...the potENTIAL!!!

9. Anything you draw/write on your own skin appears on your soulmate’s.

* Jumin used to love waking up to little notes and doodles from his soulmate when he was younger-they first started appearing when he was about 9 or 10, first at incospicuous places like his wrists or forearms, little notes like a ‘hi!’ or a smiley face and whatnot

* He’d smile at the little doodles and messy handwriting, writing back with thin line markers and fine handwriting, be it a greeting or a smiley face with cat ears, there’d be a little exchange between the two at least once every day

* But as he grew older people started to scold him for the ink on his skin, his teachers would frown, tell him to cover up, his dad and whichever person he’d be dating at the time would roll their eyes whenever they saw doodles of cats on his arms, be it once he or his soulmate drew.

* “There’ll be a time and place to meet them”, his dad would tell him, giving him a wet cloth to wipe the ink away, “you can write down a formal letter to them at that time. Until then, keep your manners, please” he’d suggest, only it was never a suggestion, not really, the ‘please’ so ironic on his lips it dripped venom.

* With everything going on around him, Jumin’s replies to his soulmate’s doodles became sparse and cold, until they started to stop all together.

* Only...his soulmate didn’t seem to give up.

* They’d write something to him every day, asking if he was ok, if there’s something wrong-they were worried at first, wondering if something happened and that’s why Jumin had stopped replying. 

* One day he was washing up, preparing for the day when he saw big bold letters on his arm-’ARE YOU OKAY?! :(’ it wrote, and he sighed down at the words, grabbing a pen from his desk to make a hasty reply. 

* “We’re too old for this”, he scribbled down on his wrist, “stop it”, and with that he covered up his arms with a striped shirt, ignoring any further communication.

* His soulmate persisted, writing on their arms, on their legs sometimes-once Jumin found an angry face doodled on his inner thigh, staring angrily up at him as he went to take a shower. He bit back a smile at the thought of his soulmate furiously doodling that only for him to see, carrying on with his shower as normal.

* One day though. One day.

* He woke up as normal, only his alarm hadn’t gone off, hence he ran through his daily routine, not even stopping to take a glance at himself in the mirror-he brushed his teeth as he got dressed, and ran to the elevator that took him down to the parking lot and to his limousine, ignoring the odd stares his bodyguards gave him, the raised brow Driver Kim had the moment he laid eyes on Jumin.

* It was only when he reached his office, where Jaehee awaited him, when she gasped, choking on her sip of coffee as he walked in and greeted her, asking for his morning report.

* He could’ve sworn she was laughing, but before he could ask what’s so funny, she simply turned around, running out of his office before rushing back in a moment later, a compact mirror in hand.

* “Sir I-I think you really need to see this” she said, pushing the mirror in his hands.

* With a frown he took it, bringing it up to his face.

* On his forehead, with big bold letters, were the words ‘CAT LOVING MEME’ written, along with a doodle of a cat on his cheek, a crudely drawn...something, on the other cheek.

* Jumin blushed a furious red, sinking down to his knees. He’s not one to be embarassed, not one to be bothered by what other people think of him-but to think that his soulmate is also sporting this same face right now, possibly running around town with the same words and doodles on their face...?!

* He sighed, asking Jaehee to cancel all his appointments for the day before he looked around his office for an appropriate marker.

* “C&R main office, tomorrow, 8a.m. Ask for Jumin Han, and don’t be late.” he wrote on his arm, as big and clear as possible. If this is how his soulmate wanted to play, then so be it. He’d scold them for this behavior, and ask them to stop-it was high time they met anyway.

* That night Jumin was unable to sleep, nursing a glass of wine in his hand as he walked around the house, looking to his arms longingly. Would his soulmate really not reply to his message, even after that whole fiasco? Did they even see his message? What if they didn’t? What if they did but didn’t show up? Why...why did Jumin even care so much in the first place?

* It was late at night, or rather early in the morning as he lay down on the couch with Elizabeth in his lap, his shirt abandoned on the floor as he’d looked all over his arms and chest for a response, but to no avail, when he felt a prickle on his wrist, right at the pulse point.

* He lifted his hand, looked at the fluttering beat where a response was finally scribbled.

* “I can’t wait to see you, Jumin.”

* The man was already smitten and he had yet to even meet them, hoooo boy

-listen i love these doodle-soulmate AUs bc im a menace that constantly writes on myself so my soulmate would be doomed to memes on their hands 24/7 lmao

-send me a mystic messenger headcanon for character(s) reactions!-

-soulmate headcanons list-

[razorblade180]

Fine on the outside

[Night time at Schnee Manor]

Whitley:*playing piano* (Ugh this is harder than I thought.)

*messes up a key*

Whitley:Son of a-*takes a deep breath* calm yourself Whitley, no reason to stress. It’s not anyone’s around or knows you play piano.

Weiss:*at the door* You play piano?

Whitley:I hate everything. I officially hate everything. Why are you up? This is me time.

Weiss:I was just getting a glass of water when I heard someone playing....moon river?

Whitley:Clair de lune, how did you get- never mind. Can you please leave? I don’t need the prodigy judging me.

Weiss:.....*sits next to him* I might be good at singing but piano isn’t anything I judge anyone on.

Whitley:You wrote Mirrior Mirror. You write all your songs! Including creating the music arrangement.

Weiss:*scratches her head* You got me there.

Whitley:*sighs deeply*

Weiss:Hey, what’s wrong? I won’t tell anyone you play piano. Especially father.

Whitley:I know it’s just, I constantly feel like I’m playing second fiddle to you or Winter sometimes. Not only that but I think I’m reaching my limit to being stuck in this house. I just have a lot on my mind. *starts playing mirror mirror*

Weiss:Hey that’s pretty good. You know my songs are more than music; it’s how I express my feelings.

Whitley:Trust me, everyone knows. You might as well call your next song “I hate my dad so I ran away”

Weiss:*red* Anyways.....maybe you should play what comes to mind instead of what’s on paper?

Whitley:....*starts playing simple but peaceful notes*

Weiss:*swaying* Not bad, actually it sounds like you could make a-

Whitley: 🎶I never had that many friends growing up

So I learned to be

Ok with

Just me, just me, just me, just me

And I'll be fine on the outside🎶

Weiss:......(Whitley?)

Whitley:🎶 I like to eat in school by myself

Anyway

So I'll just stay

Right here, right here, right here, right here

And I'll be fine on the outside🎶

Weiss:*in shock and awe*

Whitley: 🎶So I just sit in my room after hours with the moon

And think of who knows my name

Would you cry if I died

Would you remember my face?🎶 *getting choked up*

Weiss:*looks at him*...... 🎶So I left home, I packed up and l moved

Far away

From my past one day

And I laugh, I laugh, I laugh, I laugh

And I sound fine on the outside🎶

Whitley:🎶 hoo hooo hoooo, hoo hooo hoooo.....🎶

Weiss:🎶 hoo hooo hoooo, hoo hooo hoooo....🎶

Weiss and Whitley:🎶 hoo hooo hoooooooooo....🎶

Whitley:🎶 Sometimes I feel lost, sometimes I'm confused

Sometimes I find

That I am not alright

And I cry, and I cry, and.....🎶

Weiss and Whitley:🎶 I cry.........🎶

Weiss:*tears down her face* 🎶 hoo hooo hoooo, hoo hooo hoooo.....🎶

Whitley:*tears flowing* 🎶 hoo hooo hoooo, hoo hooo hoooo.....🎶

Weiss: So I just sit in my room after hours with the moon

Whitley:🎶And think of who knows my name🎶

Weiss:🎶Would you cry if I died🎶

Whitley:🎶Would you remember... 🎶

Whitley and Weiss:🎶my face......?🎶

Whitley:*slowly stops playing piano*......

Weiss:*trying to wipe her eyes* Sorry, I sort of butted in on your song.

Whitley:It’s fine....*wiping his eyes* I think we both needed that.

Weiss:*hugging him* Don’t you ever doubt that I’m not here for you. I’ll remember you; and I care you here me!?

Whitley:*hugging her back* same here *sniffling* god we’re a mess....

Weiss:I don’t care *still crying* I don’t want you to feel this way.

Whitley:*rubbing her hair* Honestly..... you’re so over the top you know. *hugging her tighter. I love you sis.

Weiss:I love you too.

[sutterbabe]

#1 Connor Brown

Hey ! Could you write prompt #2 with Connor brown ?

2.“Got quite a mouth on you, don’t you? Someone should teach you what to do with it.”

HOOOO BOY

I’m almost 18 and IM SCREAMING SINNNNNNN

anyway hi im back its holidays so imma try and finish my request list before feb bc then i gotta go back on hiatus for school AHHHHHH

based on my friend who swears every 2 seconds

Warnings: language

Song suggestion of the day: Underdog by BANKS

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT CALL!”

The guy beside you grabbed his beer and shuffled farther down the couch. Of course it was just like you to be watching hockey at a party. Fucking ball of fun you were. 

“Can you turn that down?” someone asked, poking a head through the doorway. 

“We’re in overtime, fuck off.” you snapped. Okay usually you would have been a little more accomodating but this was hockey and it was the playoffs. It was not the time to be accomodating.

“NO! FUCKING BITCH ASS-! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!” you exclaimed as the TV was switched off. You glanced behind you to find your friend fixing you with a disapproving look. You glared at them.

“This is a party. Go socialise. Lord knows, you need more friends.”

Grumbling, but knowing there was no hope getting them to budge, you pushed off the couch with a huff.

“fucking bastard.” you muttered, continuing to curse out your friend as you weaved your way through the crowded room. 

“Fancy seeing you here.” you glanced up to find Connor smirking at you.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you retorted. You’d known Connor for forever and you’d be lying if you said there wasn’t something there but since neither of you chose to acknowledge it, you left it alone. 

“Funny. I seem to recall you saying social events weren’t your thing. Or is it only when hockey is involved? I didn’t realise I’d had such a profound impact on you.”

“Fuck off.” you replied with a roll of your eyes. You hadn’t seen the red-head in months due to his hockey career but you weren’t exactly opposed to this new, very forward, side of him, probably amplified by the tinge of alcohol in his system.

“I guess, I should be grateful, huh? It means less competition.” he murmured.

“you know when it comes to you, there is no competition.” you replied, he was edging dangerously close that the space between you felt positively electric. 

“Tell that to the guys ogling you throughout that game back there.” he breathed. He smelt good, like spices, and it set you on fire.

“I think my potty mouth may have been a turn off.” you whispered and you felt Connor chuckle, one hand braced against the wall beside your head. 

“God, you’ve got quite the mouth on you.” he murmured quietly, his voice laced with something akin to both pride and admiration. You shivered as his voice dropped to a low growl. “someone should teach you what to do with it.” His gaze was boring into you, making you weak at the knees as you felt his warm breath fan your cheek.

“Why don’t you show me then, if you’re so sure of yourself.” you retorted. 

The kiss was hungry and his touch was searing. You groaned as his teeth nipped at your lower lips. Your fingers tugged at his hair, eliciting a low growl from his throat. It was if all those years of tension had snapped and it hit the two of you like a tidal wave. 

“Connor, we need to get outta here.” you managed to choke out breathlessly between kisses. He finally pulled away and there was a fierce fire in his eyes that made you seriously doubt if you were going to make it all the way home. 

“I know,” he groaned, unable to help himself as he captured your lips again. His kisses were ravenous; sloppy, desperate and openmouthed. He finally mustered the resolve to pull away, a small whine escaping his throat as he did so. He pushed off the wall, creating as much space between the both of you as he could. “we better go.” 

You nodded quickly, hastily following him outside to his car.

[angelsdemonsducks]

100: WRITE AN AU OF AN AU (IT CAN BE YOURS OR SOMEONE ELSE'S, IF IT'S NOT YOURS CREDIT THE PERSON)

Hoooooo boy. Hooooooooooo boy. Ok, so, we’re gonna go with my superhero!AU on this one, because… hoooo boy. It’s here if you haven’t read it/want to read it, and if you don’t… well, the gist is, Burr’s an empath, Ham-man has storm powers, and neither of them know it about the other… I hope you like Hamburr…

So, this is how it would go if they weren’t so oblivious. Spoilers for the actual fic, in that this is… definitely not how the big reveal is actually going to go.                                            —————————

Alex has been working with Burr for about two months now, and he is certain that the man is hiding something.

Something big.

Oh, it’s not obvious by any means. But for Alex, who has had to learn very quickly how to keep a secret identity under wraps, the signs are clear. There are certain topics Burr avoids talking about, certain looks he gets on his face when he thinks no one’s watching, certain idiosyncrasies that tend to add up. And sure, a part of it must just be Burr’s personality; the man doesn’t say anything he doesn’t have to, much less reveal personal information. He is an expert at talking without sharing anything at all. Which is infuriating, to say the least, but not the point right now.

He has it narrowed down to three possibilities. One: a secret girlfriend, which Alex is really hoping isn’t the case for reasons he’s not examining too closely at the moment. Two: familial issues, which he doesn’t find terribly likely, considering Burr is an orphan and has never mentioned any other family. And three: Burr’s hiding a power.

The third one is the one he likes the most. And it would also explain a lot. So, that is why, the next time they are alone in the break room together (not an occurrence that happens often; Burr doesn’t seem to like being alone with him for some reason), Alex makes the slightly questionable decision to ask him about it.

“What?” Burr says, freezing, stiffening up. Alex shrugs, and plops himself down on the couch next to him.

“C’mon, don’t try to avoid this one, please.” Alex grins. “You’re hiding something, and that makes the most sense.” He pauses. “Unless you actually do have a secret girlfriend. Please don’t tell me you have a secret girlfriend.”

Burr stands quickly, the motion jerky, as if he doesn’t quite remember how to work his limbs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, his voice monotone, and yet with an edge to it that Alex doesn’t like. It almost sounds like fear, but that can’t be right. But then- Burr is leaving, or trying to, anyway, making for the door with a brisk speed that speaks of a desperate need to escape this conversation.

Well. He can’t have that.

Shit. Here goes nothing.

“I have powers too,” he calls after him, before he can think better of it, and Burr stops in place, one foot across the threshold of the door. He turns, agonizingly slowly, a blank mask on his face.

“What,” he states, and Alex squirms a little under the scrutiny.

“I can make storms,” he admits. “Like, big ones. And all the little things that go with them. Like this, see?” And he sends a breath of wind skittering around Burr’s ankles. The man’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t seem fearful. If anything, he’s just surprised.

“I…see,” he murmurs, and Alex smiles.

“Pretty cool, right?” He cocks his head. “Okay, I showed you mine, so you show me yours.”

Burr’s eyes dart back and forth, as if searching for an escape route. “I don’t,” he says, shaking his head, frustrated. Alex has never seen him at such a loss for words. “I mean, I don’t… I can’t, I don’t just use it, I don’t…” He trails off, and the triumph Alex feels at getting him to admit he has one is overtaken by the uncomfortable realization that Burr is actually scared. Scared of what, he doesn’t know. Scared of his reaction, perhaps, or even… could he be scared of himself? Of his own powers? It doesn’t seem like him, but then again, he wouldn’t have pegged Burr to be the type to have powers in the first place, so that shows how much he knows.

“When’s the last time you did use it?” he wonders, and he knows he doesn’t imagine Burr’s flinch.

“I was ten,” Burr says quietly, and nope, that is not okay. Kids don’t just stop using their powers without a reason for it. What the fuck kind of childhood did Burr have?

Impulsively, he gets up and crosses the room, snatching up Burr’s hand as soon as he’s close enough. Burr stares at the point of contact with an expression somewhere between desperation and ‘what the fuck are you doing’, which is, like, triple the emotion he normally shows. “Then it’s about time you let it go a little,” he says fiercely, ignoring the choked noise Burr makes at that. “What are you waiting for?”

And then, just for a moment, he feels it. Emotions, emotions not his own, pressing down on him with the weight of a world. Fear, caution, desperation, anticipation, and maybe just a little bit of hope. They rush through him and overwhelm him, but he barely has time to sort through them before they vanish, leaving him blinking and unsteady on his feet. Burr wrenches himself away with a pained sound.

“Sorry,” he gasps, “sorry, I didn’t, I should-”

Alex grabs his hand before he can bolt. “Was that you?” he demands, and doesn’t wait for an answer. “Holy shit, that was, you’re an empath. That is so fucking cool, Burr, how the fuck have you been hiding this? That can’t be good for you. Hey, wait, y’know, Laf can see the future, you should go bond with them over freaky mental shit and… hey, you good?”

Burr is staring at him, eyes wide and a little crazed. “I-” he starts, voice hoarse and ragged, before breaking himself off and nodding. He visibly collects himself. “I just… don’t tell people very often.”

“Burr, you don’t tell anybody anything very often,” Alex shoots back, but is careful to keep any actual bite out of his words. He grins, and slowly, Burr smiles back. It’s slight, but there, and he’ll count that as a victory. And if he pays attention, he can sense Burr’s emotions pressing up against him, gently, not the deluge from before. The most prominent is the feeling of relief.

Alex gets it. Secrets are heavy things to carry, especially if you’re on your own.

“Coffee?” he suggests. “Not this shitty break room stuff, I mean, but real coffee.”

Happiness floods him when Burr agrees, happiness he’s not entirely sure is all his own. There’s certainly enough for the two of them.

And if he considers kissing him while they’re on their way to the cafe? He keeps that to himself. Because at the moment, it seems like they’ve got all the time in the world.

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And they all lived happily ever after. I enjoyed writing this so much… too bad it’s not canon.