#ANOTHER mates AU???????? WOT

[alexagirlie]

TLK WIP MasterList

Always happy to talk about or answer questions about upcoming stories! Header by me, divider by @/zaldritzosrose

Vampire AUs:

☆ Something Pretending to be Human (Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ Love at First Bite (Finan x Sihtric)

☆ Tooth and Claw (Finan/Sihtric/Uhtred)

☆ Vampiric Entity (Sihtric)

☆ Ritual Circle (Sihtric x Skade)

☆ Blood Sport (Sihtric x Masema)

☆ Either Finan x Sihtric x Sigtrygrr or just Sihtric x Sigtrygrr

Werewolf AUs:

☆ Werewolves AU (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ Werewolves of Bebbanburg - True Mates Au (Reader x Sihtric? Reader x Sihtric x Finan?)

Omegaverse AUs:

☆ Monster they made me - Shadowwalker Sihtric AU (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ Exes (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ Heat (Finan x Sihtric)

☆ One Night (Sihtric)

☆ Realization (Sihtric x Finan)

☆ Orgy AU (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred, Sihtric x a lot of people)

☆ Free Use Kink (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred, Sihtric x a lot of people)

Modern AUs:

☆ MMA AU (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ Spandauers and Crowns of Flowers - Bakery AU (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ Stunt man Sihtric AU (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ Fuck Machine (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ Music Festival Modern AU (Finan x Sihtric)

☆ Shotgunning (Finan x Sihtric)

☆ Sex Worker AU (Virgin Sihtric x High End Hooker Finan)

Canon Era:

☆ Monster They Made Me - Shadowwalker Sihtric AU (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ Taking Bebbanburg - S3 canon divergence (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ Danger Days Part 3 - Post Tettenhall (Finan x Sihtric)

☆ Danger Days Part 4 (Finan x Sihtric)

☆ Danger Days Part 5 (Finan x Sihtric)

☆ Danger Days Part 6 (Finan x Sihtric)

☆ Slave Sihtric AU (Finan x Sihtric)

☆ Prostitute Sihtric AU (FInan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ Dark Sign - Post SKMD (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ Games (Finan x Sihtric)

Crossovers:

☆ War of Hearts Part 2 - Shadowhunters Crossover (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ War of Hearts Part 3 (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ War of Hearts Part 4 (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ War of Hearts Part 5 (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ Masema x Sihtric WOT AU (Masema x Sihtric)

X Reader:

☆ Figure You Out Part 3 (Finan x Reader X Sihtric)

☆ Figure You Out Part 4 (Finan x Reader x Sihtric)

☆ Figure You Out Part 5 (Osferth x Reader x SIhtric)

☆ Sihtric x Dane Reader

☆ Werewolves of Bebbanburg - True Mates Au (Reader x sihtric? Reader x sihtric x finan?)

☆ Sihtric x Reader x Sigtrygrr - Sihtric had been sent to Jorvik to assess how it's new Jarl is settling in. You catch Sihtric's eyes not realizing you were already coveted by another.

☆ Bathhouse Rewards Sequel - reader x coccham squad - Finan, Osferth and Sihtric have returned from scouting Bebbanburg and are in a desperate need of a wash in the river.

[highgaarden]

soley - pretty face

( listen )

side by side (listen to our blood run);

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it’s in a life moved centuries beyond mystic falls that klaus finds her. she is a dancer now. she stands in between two mirrors, frowning at the strong lines of muscle in her back. her toes do not quiver even for a second as she bounces her weight on them, scraping the wooden floors in careless turns and minute pirouettes. 

klaus leans his back against the door in the far end of the room. he is content to just watch her, but he fears she’ll soon know of his presence by the untimely tick of his thirsty heart.

caroline drops to her feet. she doesn’t say a word at first, only stares at him through the reflection of the glass. from where he’s standing, he sees a thousand carolines, all looking at him.

he wonders what her first words to him would be. he would be hearing them for the first time, for the third time now.

caroline seems to have made a decision. she will devour him, he thinks. but she will do it softly. 

(he hopes.)

“i’ve seen you before,” she says. “you came to watch me dance two nights ago.”

“i wanted you to see me,” he says. “i thought i’d stop beating around the bush and get right into it this time. see how things go, shall we, love?” he pushes away from the door and walks towards her. every step he takes echoes sharply; he rather likes that. 

“in two days, you’ll learn you despise me. in five days, you start to only dislike me. in seven days,” he says, his steps slower now that he’s starting to approach her, “we will kiss.”

caroline gives no other reaction that the curious tilt of her chin. it is a small gesture, barely realised, but klaus takes it in victoriously. 

it makes him reckless, and he walks right into the space of her, arranging his arms around her hips, his hands gripping onto the metal pole drilled into the wall. she has not looked away from his eyes even once. 

his voice is low; he is entranced, too: “in a fortnight you make me yours and i attempt to make you as mine as you can allow–and you won’t know it yet, but you’ll have fallen in love with me already.”

“such mighty words from a stranger.” she smiles coolly. she has allowed her neck to fall back ever so slightly, her yellow hair is pressed against the mirror. “i’m too smart to be seduced by you.”

ah, klaus sears in excitement, his heart claps once again. “you are, sweetheart. this is how it starts.”

she is shaking now. it’s as if she’s only just noticing how close they are. “how what starts?”

“when you slap me, please avoid my right side - nicked myself shaving this morning.” he sends her an i’m entirely serious look before ducking down to kiss her.

she’s so shocked that she doesn’t have time to close his eyes, but he knows (oh he knows), vixen that she is, she couldn’t help sneaking in a returning kiss.

this is how it always starts.

but caroline punches him this time, in his eyesocket. 

all in due time he supposes.

he inspects the bruise as he’s getting ready for the ballet. it is a funny looking thing, because he swears he can see the imprint of her knuckles.

that night, he makes sure he is the first at her dressing room with flowers. she’s not there, as expected, but she does leave him a silk handkerchief behind, with the red imprint of her kiss.

he feels a grievous love, and barks out his laughter. five hundred years later and she still fancies herself scarlett o’hara, just like every other life before this new one.

he pockets the slip of silk and starts his pursuit.

send me a song and i’ll write out a pairing + feels to it, which are not allowed to be edited at all

[kitisscreaming]

Hey guys.

This is an old AU I made based off the story of evil by the vocaloid Producer mothy

It was basically me and my buddy as Len and Rin, but I was Len and he was Rin.

Enjoy.

South- OHOHOHO, BOW TO ME U PEASANT

Soley- bro, calm down there's no one in the courtyard.

South- I have to practice giving orders to the peasants tho.

Soley- whatever floats your boat.

South- my servant should not talk to me this way!

Soley- I'm ur sister tho

South- you may have a point here...

Kurotane- I'm so lonely and sad in this village of white haired people. I'm the only one with black hair. Wehhhhh ;-;

Piko- (hopefully no one will find out I was a tree a few minutes ago...)

Kuro- uhhhhhhh WHERE'D MY TREE GO

Piko- (I'VE BEEN FOUND OUT!)

Kuro- (I lost my tree, but this guy has the coolest looking white hair out of the whole village... ;-; no am still lonely)

Piko- *grabs Kuro's hand and runs* (WELP I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO KIDNAP HIM AND FLEE TO THE CITY, I BECAME HUMAN FOR YOU MY DUDE YOU BETTER BE GREATFUL)

Kuro- AAAAA WAIT WHERE ARE WE GOING??

Piko- THE CITY, ALSO I'M YOUR BEST FRIEND NOW

Kuro- MY BEST FRIEND?

Piko- YEEE

Kuro- *cries* I'LL FOLLOW YOU TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH

Piko- THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU'RE GONNA DO, YOU HAVE NO CHOICE BUT IT'S NICE THAT YOU'RE SO WILLING

Kuro- nani °∆°

*after a few days living in the city*

Piko- (this place is so different from the forest I'm scared this was a mistake ;-;)

Kuro- u OK?

Piko- ^^ I'm fine

South- I have fallen in love

Soley- with what maiden this time?

South- how rude! This time it's my one true love. I must not live another moment without her! She is the princess of that royal purple kingdom.

Soley- Flower?

South- yes.

Soley- pffffft

South- y u laugh °∆°

Soley- no reason (she's wayyyyy out of your league my dear brother)

Flower- this man. *points at piko*

Piko- °∆° (DOES SHE KNOW I'M A TREE?)

Flower- I must marry this man!

Piko- (MARRY ME? WHAT THE-- THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY... then again settling down might not be bad... And she's a princess, I could give kurotane the world...) =w= 'Kay, I'll marry you.

Flower- >:0 that was easier than I thought!

Kuro- yayyyy congratulations utatane *clap clap*

Piko- gotta take this guy with us tho.

Flower- ....... Guess I can live with that. =w=

Soley- *le shopping in town* nnnn FRICC *spots piko* oh my.. Oh.. He's gorgeous... ;//; (is this what love at first sight is like?)

Piko- *feeding birbs by the well*

Soley- ;//; (he's so smol and cute... I wanna protect him from all the evil things in this world)

Piko- *smiles at birbs*

Soley- *melts* >,//,< (THAT SMILE IS SO PURE I'M GONNA FAINT)

Soley- all the shopping is done... I wonder if I'll see that boy again.

Piko- *le happens to trip and fall into soley's arms somehow don't question this logic* ah!

Soley- *le catch the piko* >:0 ah!!

Piko- *looks up at her* oh my... I'm terribly sorry...

Soley- aaah, no! You're OK! Uhm...

Piko- *stands up straight*

Flower- my you clumsy thing *laughs*

Piko- sorry, sorry ^//^''

Soley- ah..

Flower- *holds Piko's hand* well we must be on our way

Soley- oh...

Piko- *walks with flower* (I wonder who that brown haired girl was...)

Soley- (what a day... I fell in love and had my heart broken in record time, I'll just go die now) =,w,=

South- SISTER I HAVE HORRIBLE NEWS

Soley- what

South- FLOWER REJECTED MY MARRAIGE PROPOSAL! SHE SAID SHE WAS IN LOVE WITH A WHITE HAIRED BOI

Soley- °∆° (oh no this is not boding well...)

South- DEATH TO ALL THE WHITE HAIRED BOIS

Soley- (NOOOOOOOOOOOO) Yes my king... ;-;

Len- YAY CAMEO TIME WOOP

Piko- who are you supposed to be

Len- the maiden in red armor, but I'm a dude in yellow armor.

Piko- u just look like a giant banana

Len- that's cold bro ;-;

Soley- no harsh feelings but I have to stab you and throw you down a well now.

Piko- YOU WOT MATE

Kuro- I WILL AVENGE YOU UTATANE

Piko- THANK U KURO I LOVE U BRO

Kuro- I CAN DIE HAPPY KNOWING THAT

Len- well time to start a riot.

South- ;-; noooo the villagers are coming for my head!

Soley- (I just killed the love of my life join the depresso club) trade clothes with me.

South- u said wat fam

Soley- trade clothes with me so u can escape and then I'll die in your place.

South- =,w,= alright

Soley- (WOW MY BROTHER REALLY IS A COWARD)

Len- SIEZE THE PRINCE

Fukase- *grabs Soley's arm* u gotta die now.

Soley- oh nooooo

Teto- the prince sounds girlier than usual

Soley- I uh.... Have a cold?

Fukase- seems legit.

South- well my sister is dead.

Kuro- my best friend is dead.

South- life is rough.

Kuro- yeah.

South- wanna be miserable together?

Kuro- OK.

Kuro- *over heard south's confession* >:0 (HE'S THE ON RESPONSIBLE FOR UTATANE'S DEATH! I MUST KILL HIM!)

South- hey sis ik ur dead but I'm sending u a message in a bottle anyway.

Soley- sup am ghost

South- °∆°

Kuro- *midway about to stab south from behind* °∆° who dat

Soley- what was the line again? Uhm, be at peace my king or something like that? Oop times up byyyyyye

South- waaaaait come bacc

Kuro- °∆°

South- oh hey man wazzup

Kuro- *HIDES KNIFE* nothin much how u doin

[funkymeihem-fiction]

College AU! Meihem please!

They met up after classes at the little overgrown area between the gym supply sheds, off to the side of the bleachers. Jamie could smell him before he could even see him, a sickly sweet smell in the air and a faint yellow cloud that wafted away into the breeze, coming from the absolutely immense shadowed figure that was sucking a vapor device and leaning against the cement block wall.

“What flavor ya got?” Jamie demanded, not bothering with any sort of greeting. “Gimme some.”

“Go get your own,” Mako replied, exhaling more smoke.

“No wonder you like pigs so much. You’re about as greedy as one,” Jamie snapped, though without much menace. He joined his friend, skulking against the wall and shoving his hands in both pockets. For a long time there silence, before Jamie’s twitching finally got the better of him and he turned with a snarl. “Okay, fine! Ya got me! Yeah, I’m a little out of sorts, I got a problem.”

“Hm.”

“So there’s this...girl...”

Mako sighed, and Jamie shot him another venomous glare.

“Yeah! Her name’s Mei. Chinese transfer student, sits two down from me in Engineering, she’s Advanced Placement and whatnot. And she’s all...ya know? Real goody-goody, prim n’ proper, a bit prissy, kinda snitty too. I mean, she eats salads at lunch, and that’s on barbecue day. Not my type of girl at all.”

“Hm.”

“Exactly! But I still wanna...I dunno. I wanna. Is that crazy? I just really, really wanna. So I kinda...I uh, I may or may not have paid Olivia to hack the randomizer and put us together as a pair for the group project.” Jamie lifted a finger to his lips, biting off a hangnail and spitting it into the grass. “So, sorry mate, gonna need you to fuck off from the dorm this eve just in case I invite her over."

“...Don’t.”

“Wot?”

“Don’t let her see your side of the room.”

Mako frowned and blew more smoke into the air, before finally holding out the dregs of his pen. Jamison snatched it up like lightning, inhaling off it without a moment’s hesitation, and chewing on it despite Mako’s warning grumble.

Jamie ignored him. “What’s wrong with the room? You’re not still mad about stepping on those metal shavings, are you? I cleaned up the blood! And uh, guess maybe my sheets are a bit crunchy. And the old pizza boxes... Okay, could stand a little mucking out, points there. Which is prob’ly gonna take some hours. It’s fine! I can make it work! Maybe get some of those scented candles. Girls like her like candles, don’t they? How about a salad scented candle? Oi, you still got that smooth jazz playlist from when y--?”

A much softer, smaller voice sounded from the other side of the shed. 

“Hello?”

“Aw fuck!” Jamie’s eyes bugged as he recognized it, and he inhaled the wrong way and promptly dissolved into a storm of hacking and coughing, exhaling yellow-colored smoke in all directions and nearly falling over. “F-fuck me! Mei!”

“Excuse me?” A much smaller figure in a skirt and university-printed top peeked around the corner, adjusting her glasses shyly. “Um, sorry? I was looking for you.”

Jamie looked up sharply, managing a shaky smile and squinting through watery eyes. His heart thudded much faster and louder, and he wasn’t sure if it was the lack of oxygen or her words. “Ya...ya were lookin’ for--?”

Mei looked right past him to the giant figure lounging in the shadows behind him, shyly twirling a lock of hair around one finger. “Mako Rutledge, the lacrosse team’s star player? They call you Roadhog, right?”

The man in question nodded. “Yeah.”

Jamie glanced between the two, looking like he’d just been shot through the chest.

“Zarya told me all about you! She wanted me to tell you that the team’s meeting on the field a little earlier today. And good luck with the big game. Um, go Razorbacks! Yay!”  Mei said, beaming. Her happy expression faltered, then flattened altogether when she finally seemed to take notice of the still-gasping Jamison, smile turning to frown as she spied the vape still in his hand. “And I am very sorry, but you should not be back here doing that! I could smell it from far away, and what if Coach Morrison catches you? That’s very irresponsible. You could get your friend in big trouble.”

Jamie stared at her, then down at the pen, blinking stupidly.

Mako paused in thought, then looked down at him after a beat, voice flat. “Yeah. Don’t get me in trouble.”

“Wha-! Fff--Ah- I mean, y-- Ffbt-” He sputtered, spittle flying as he started trying to shove the vape pen back into the hand of his roommate, who stalwartly refused to take it. “No! No no no, it ain’t mine! I only- Fuck! God damnit, Roadie, I’ll go ya! I would never--”

“Uhuhuhuh,” Mako rumbled his low chuckle, easily keeping him at bay.

With both hands still firmly on her hips, Mei watched the two fight with disapproval still twisted into her lips, until one brow rose slowly. “Wait a minute... Oh! I’m so sorry, I didn’t even recognize you at first. You’re in my class. You’re... Fawkes, right?”

Jamie froze where he was still locked in mortal combat with his roommate, Mako’s thick arm clamped around his throat. “Uh? Uh, yeah! Jamison Fawkes. Jamie! Call me Jamie! Call me anything!”

“You’re my project partner?” She said, glancing him up and down. “Well, I guess this will be...interesting? Although I’m still not sure about your automatic gatling-style potato gun from that last project? But your mechanical work with those gear designs was amazing!”

He could feel himself grinning again, despite the forearm lodged against his trachea, his voice a gurgle. “Th-thanks, darl!”

“We should get started right away. Maybe I could come over--”

“Can’t.” Mako released Jamie suddenly, leaving him to flop over into the grass. “Need the room tonight. Gotta work.”

For the third time that afternoon, Jamie started choking. He sprang upright, eyes blazing yellow with the fury of a thousand suns, fingers curled into claws and looking ready to launch back onto his erstwhile best mate. But Mei only paused and looked thoughtful, tapping a finger to her chin before smiling again.

“Oh, all right. Then, why don’t you come over to my room instead? I’ve got plenty of supplies and I’ll clear some space for us. I’ll message you my dorm number and a time, okay? I’d better head back. And no more smoking!” She gave them both a little wave, then turned and started trotting back towards the field. “See you later!”

He could feel himself already going gooey in the chest, which he hoped wasn’t from the coughing fits earlier. “Yeah! Yeah! S-see you later, Mei!”

Mako leaned down to pick up his pen, tucking it away. He snorted, looking to Jamie’s lovestruck expression, and prodded him hard in the back. The younger boy stumbled, then seemed to remember the reasons for their battle earlier, his gaze darkening.

“What the fock was that, mate?! Ya coulda done that differently!”

“You’re welcome.”

Jamie promptly turned and socked him straight in the ribs, and the two started fighting again.

[badsext]

AU - Klaus Hargreeves x Nathan Young Part 2

Part 1 is here: https://badsext.tumblr.com/post/185460594572/au-klaus-hargreeves-x-nathan-young

Warnings: mlm SMUT, this one’s also kind of a tear jerker

“Nafan wot the fok? It’s Thursday! The probation worker’s lookin’ for you,” Kelley hisses.

Nathan sits up in bed, rubs his eyes, and stretches his long arms. The covers slide down just enough to reveal that he is naked. “Will you tell him I’m sick or something?”

Klaus sits up, also naked, yawning and scratching his head. “Kelley, you remember Klaus…”

“Jesus, Nafan.” Kelley cups her hand over her mouth to hide her gut reaction which is pure delight. They are actually pretty cute together, she thinks. Plus, this might be exactly what Nathan needs to make him less of an asshole. Still, she doesn’t want to look like too much of a softie or he’ll take advantage.

“No, Nafan. Vis cun wait till tonight.”

“Klaus is leaving tomorrow night. We just started getting on and I want to spend more time with him before he goes back to New York.”

Kelley softens, angry with herself for giving in too easily. “Alright, I’ll tell vem yoor sick.”

"We could really use a place to shower and change that’s not here.”

"Yoor pooshin’ et.” Nathan and Klaus both look at her with the same sad puppy dog eyes and she knows she’s done for. “Alright you cun stay at my flat ‘till I get ome, jost don’t be disgustin.’ You cun ave the chickun nuguts en va freeza.”

Nathan stands up excitedly to hug her, forgetting his nakedness. “Jesus, Nafan, put some clothes on and keep it down! Va key is oonda va mat. You’ll ave to sneak out while va rest of us are pickcun up rubbish.” Kelley walks away trying to hold back her smile.

Her flat is small, but cozy. The boys head eagerly towards the shower. They stumble around kissing and taking each others clothes off. Nathan turns on the hot water and gets in, pulling Klaus in with him. The shower is barely big enough for both of them, but they manage. Kelley’s soap smells like orange and jasmine. Nathan washes Klaus’ back, watching the lather find its way down the middle of his gorgeous ass. He vividly remembers the pleasure he experienced there and grows hard just thinking about it. His hand slides down the small of his back. He can’t resist slipping two wet fingers inside Klaus. Klaus moans, bracing himself against the tile.

After the events of last night Nathan embraces this new aspect of his sexuality fully and without reservation. He wants to experience it all with Klaus. For Klaus, being with Nathan feels different than the other guys he’s had sex with. An asshole, sure, but Nathan is also impossibly soft. Klaus is trying so hard not to fall for him for the sake of both their hearts.

Nathan slides his other hand down Klaus’ long tight torso to his stiffened cock. The water runs down their bodies, dripping and pooling into a chorus of splash sounds around their movements. Nathan nibbles at the back of Klaus’ neck while he strokes him and curls his nimble fingers inside him.

Nathan withdraws his fingers, releases klaus’s cock and spins him around by the waist. The water trickles off his eyelashes. “You’re such a tease,” says klaus breathlessly. Nathan smiles and begins lathering his own cock slowly and sensually for Klaus benefit. Klaus bites his lip, watching the show until Nathan stops to rinse the soap off. Klaus draws him close for a kiss. “So you want to be the little spoon, hu?,” he says reaching down to grab Nathan’s ass with both hands. Nathan jumps with a little giggle. They both laugh at his reaction. Klaus kisses his forehead. “We’ll go slow.”

They grab fresh towels and head for the bedroom. Nathan immediately starts tugging at Klaus’ towel. He lowers himself to his knees. His saturated curls are flattened except for a resilient few around his temples and behind his ears. He leans foreword, grabs The base of Klaus’ wet cock and eagerly wraps his mouth around it. Klaus squirms at Nathan’s initial use of teeth. Nathan looks up, his green eyes apologizing. He tries again, this time Klaus lets out an encouraging moan. Nathan takes Klaus in further, sucking him in a slow, careful rhythm. Klaus tilts his head back and closes his eyes. Nathan picks up speed, using his free hand to caress his balls. Klaus shudders and lets out a breathy “ah.” His hips buck forward on their own accord. “I’m about to come,” Klaus warns with shaky breath. Nathan holds his position, continues sucking until Klaus twitches and releases into his mouth with a loud moan. Nathan swallows every drop.

When Klaus opens his eyes Nathan is standing in front of him wearing a cocky grin. He laces his hands around the back of Klaus’ neck. “Not bad for your first time,” Klaus teases.

Fuck off, I was amazing!”

"I’m surprised you swallowed. How did it taste?”

"little salty, like mine.”

Klaus laughs.

"What?…Of course I’ve tasted my own cum. I thought that was standard guy behavior.”

"You are so fucking cute. Are we having breakfast? Im starving.”

"How about…"chickun nuguts?” They both start laughing.

They settle into the sofa eating nuggets and drinking beer. They find their favorite films on streaming. Nathan can’t believe Klaus has never seen ‘Death Wish’ and Klaus can’t wait to show Nathan ‘Moulin Rouge.’ They snuggle so comfortably in each others arms.

Kelley gets home to a surprisingly tidy flat and yummy smells coming from the kitchen. “Welcome home. Klaus made dinner.”

Kelley is pleasantly surprised. “Fanks, mate. I cood get used ta vis.”

Dinner is a weird combination of random food, but still pretty good. The three of them eat and laugh and hang out until the sun goes down. Kelley can sense the boys getting anxious to be alone again.

"I think we’re gonna go back to my place,” says Nathan, referring to the community center.“

"Everyfings locked.”

"I have my ways.”

"Be carefol you two. Don’t get caught. I’ll wake you up tomorrow and you cun stay ere tul Klaus asta leave.”

"Thanks, Kelley.” Nathan says sincerely.

"Shit, mate, you alright?” I’ve never erd you say vat word.“

They return to the community center and sneak in a back window Nathan keeps unlocked for this very purpose. The dark silence of the building feels different knowing this is their last night together. Klaus’ phone rings and he lets it go to voicemail, so he can focus on Nathan. Nathan puts on some music and starts dancing around like an idiot to lighten the mood. Klaus jumps in with his own ridiculous moves until the song changes to something slow. They lock eyes and make their way into each others arms. Nathan lays his head on Klaus’ shoulder. "I wish you didn’t have to go.”

"I wish I could take you with me.” Klaus smiles.

"I’m serious. Even if I had enough money for a plane ticket, I still have to finish my probation…You have to stay…With your power and mine…it’s meant to be.”

"I don’t know, Nathan. This is happening really fast.”

"Fucking hell! You come in here with that fucking face and mess with my head…” Nathan pushes Klaus in the chest.

"Nathan, the longest relationship I’ve had is three weeks, I’m homeless, I don’t have a job, I see dead people everywhere unless I’m on drugs…What about that appeals to you?”

"You could say the same things about me…accept for the last part.”

"I want to be with you. It’s just complicated.” Nathan kisses him and drags him to the mattress on the floor.

"I want you to fuck me tonight. That’s not complicated, is it?”

"I’ve actually never done that before…with a guy…I’ve never been on top.”

"Don’t you want to?” Nathan bites his index finger and flutters his eyelashes dramatically.

"Oh yeah, I’m going to pound that ass.” Klaus grabs a handful of Nathan’s ass and grunts.

They break into laughter that melts into lust. Klaus kisses Nathan, easing him into the mattress. He applies a generous amount of lube to his finger. He traces the rim of his tight little muscle a few times then glides slowly and gently through. Nathan sucks in a ragged breath. His legs twist and tighten around Klaus’ hand.

"You like it?”

"I want more.”

Klaus adds another finger, gently moving them in and out. Nathan writhes and clutches at the sheets beneath him. His swollen erection says everything.

"Are you ready for me?”

Nathan looks up. His eyes are glassy and dilated. “Mmm hmm.” He nods and rolls over to give Klaus easier access. Klaus lifts his hips and parts his legs a bit wider. Nathan rests his elbows on the pillow. He whimpers as Klaus passes through his entrance, then groans as he sinks deeper inside, intoxicated by the combination of pleasure and pain. Klaus summons all his willpower to go slow as he watches his cock disappear into Nathan. He leans forward, kissing between his shoulder blades and whispers, “Fuck, Nathan, you feel so good.” Nathan presses back against him and moans. Klaus responds, thrusting carefully at first, then gradually picking up speed. He strokes Nathan’s cock in equal rhythm. It becomes too much for Nathan and he explodes in ecstasy. Klaus pulls out and releases onto Nathan’s back, using the corner of the sheet to wipe away the evidence. They collapse beside each other on the mattress’ looking up at the ceiling, trying to catch their breath.

"What did you think?” Klaus says rolling into his side to look at Nathan.

"I think…I feel even worse about you leaving now,” An unexpected tear falls from the corner of His eye.

Klaus catches Nathan’s tear with his thumb and kisses him on the temple. “Maybe I should miss my flight tomorrow and we can figure it out from there.” Nathan reaches up and grabs Klaus’ face with both hands, searching his eyes for reassurance. Satisfied, he pulls Klaus down for a kiss. They soon settle onto their sides to cuddle and fall asleep. Nathan is the little spoon.

Kelley wakes them up the same as the day before. This time instead of heading straight to Kelley’s flat, they walk out to the river for a change of scenery. “I got a voicemail last night from my sister. I’m going to listen to it." Nathan lights a cigarette and looks out at the water to avoid staring directly at Klaus while he listens to the message.

"I have to call her back.” Nathan shifts his focus back to Klaus, with growing anxiety. Klaus rings Alison’s number and brings the phone back up to his ear, clutching his forehead.

"Shit, I’m sorry….That inconsiderate son of a bitch…Are you okay?…Yeah…I’ll be there.”

"What is it? What happened?”

"Reginald Hargreeves died yesterday.”

"Who the fuck is that?”

"My asshole father.”

”…I’ve got one of those too….I’m sorry, Klaus.”

“I have to go home for the funeral.”

"Fuck,” Nathan exhales, his eyes welling up with tears. Seeing him so emotional causes Klaus to well up too. He gathers Nathan up in his arms and they stand there like that for a long while listening to the water lap along the shoreline.

"I’ll come back after everything is settled. There’s nothing for me back home. I want to start over with you,” Klaus seals his promise with a kiss.

@kitty-red @kitty-red @klaus-hargreev3s @spokenforimagines @bcriss11 @mysticrebelwerewolf @itsfreakingyouth @helena-way07 @binchidavinchi @herosizedbirb @themilkcartonkid

[hethrewmyheartinthecut]

Finn and Isaiah, coffeeshop AU

for @92sies, who gave me the prompt

Finn has been waiting a long time for his goddamn espresso. Usually he’d just give up and leave, because at the end of the day, he hates unnecessary confrontation, but the triple-shot espresso is for Tommy, and Tommy hasn’t slept in two days, and when Tommy goes uncaffeinated and without sleeping for too long, everyone suffers.

Finally he sidles up to the barista. “Uh. Hey.”

“Hey.” The boy has an easy smile that belies how quickly his hands are moving, how quickly his mind is working.

“Have you got my order?”

“What’s your name?”

“Finn.”

The barista points. 

Later that morning, Tommy is in a meeting with Alfie when Alfie just starts cracking up.

“Wot the fuck is that, mate?”

Tommy turns his cup around. On it is a little shark fin, drawn among a series of waves.

“I mean it’s fucking accurate, innit?” Alfie goes off into another gale of laughter Tommy sighs.

“It’s Finn with two n’s. Just. Thought you should know.”

The barista smiles, and Finn backs off. God, he’s so handsome.

When the triple-shot espresso arrives, it arrives with two little shark fins on it.

On Sunday morning, Finn comes in for himself. Just to study. It’s not very busy at all (presumably, everyone’s either at church or hungover) and when he gets his cup, it’s got not only a shark but an entire ocean’s worth of sea life drawn on it in remarkable tiny detail, a swirl of fish and seaweed and bubbles that winds around the cup and leads to the bottom.

Just then, there’s an “oi!” from outside. Outside the coffeeshop, three boys are staring at him, the tallest pointing and saying something. 

“Shit,” Finn mutters. Polly’s taken to dragging his brothers to church (as if it will do any good) and he doesn’t even know who these boys are, or what his quarrel with them is supposed to be. He chugs the remainder of his coffee, slides his hands into his Christmas present (brass knuckles, from Tommy), and stands. 

The boys burst into the shop, the tallest one already yelling, “Peaky fuckin’--”

The coffee cup hits him squarely in the forehead and explodes hot water all over him. “Fuck!”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Go away,” the barista says, sounding almost bored. “Just fuck off, it’s a Sunday morning. I’ve got scones to ice.”

“Am I supposed to be afraid of a man who wears an apron?”

The barista vaults over the counter and lands lightly on his feet. “Am I supposed to be afraid of a boy who thinks gym socks in flip flops is appropriate summer footwear?”

In the ensuing second of furious silence, Finn sidles over and hands Isaiah one of his brass knuckle sets. Isaiah accepts, then tests the weight of it in his hand, looks up, and grins.

This is a very different smile than the one he gives Finn every morning. The boys turn tail and walk away, sauntering, like they’re pretending they’re not fleeing.

“Thanks,” Finn says. He sticks out his hand. “I’m--”

“I know. I’m Isaiah.” This time, his smile is wry. “Would you like a scone?” 

“I’m not really hungry, but thanks.”

Isaiah reaches round him, and picks up Finn’s cup. The swirl of sea life on it was leading all the way to the bottom, where Isaiah’s written his phone number.

“Finn,” he says, “There’s all kinds of things I can do with icing.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Isaiah holds out his hand. Finn takes it. They disappear into the back of the shop.

[doctortreklock]

AU-gust 10 - Pirates AU

For this. On AO3.

Mycroft was squinting at his half-drafted report in the thin light of the single lantern he had been begrudgingly given when he heard the first shouts. He looked up and frowned at the door of his chamber, which was rather easy, since it was about a foot to his left.

Shouting was not uncommon on any sea-faring vessel, but the tenor of these cries was unusually shrill. After a moment, one of the sailors must have ventured closer to the cupboard-sized quarters he had been allowed, because he distinctly heard the words this time.

“Pirates! Pirates! All hands!”

Mycroft forced his breathing to remain steady. It wasn’t an unanticipated occurrence, he reminded himself. In this part of the world, pirate attacks were commonplace.

He couldn’t help himself, however, from quickly running through all the variables and calculating his chances. The captain was cruel and universally hated. The pirates had had to be clever catching the wind to reach them; he’d been assured that this was the fastest ship in the Caribbean. (Though Mycroft was beginning to suspect that that may have been a bold-faced lie.) The ship sailed low in the water from the weight of her hold, a tempting target.

It didn’t add up to a comforting sum. The crew would resist the attack, since it was uncertain if any quarter would be given. But if they could be guaranteed their lives, Mycroft had no reason to doubt their disloyalty.

He could hear the roar of the cannons and the sound of wooden timbers splintering. What did he have that he could offer in exchange for his own survival? He couldn’t bargain the trade goods in the hold. They were not his by law, and the pirates would no doubt acquire them in their own time with no assistance required.

There was no love lost between him and his younger brother Sherlock, but his elder brother Sherringford might be convinced to pay a ransom. Her Majesty might pay for his recovery, but he was not supposed to be known to be in this part of the world, and the gambit would only work if he could convince the pirates’ captain that the Crown would pay for his safe return.

Mycroft was a realist. He knew he didn’t look like the sort of person who could command a sizeable bounty. He studiously avoided the thought that appearances rarely mattered for the other services a pirate might deem fair trade for a life.

The clash of swords and cries of pain brought his attention sharply back to the moment. Fighting on deck could mean quick discovery; he only had a handful of moments at most before the pirates would know he was here.

Mycroft quickly bundled his papers together into a pile and sealed his inkwell. The two most important sheets he folded in half and tucked into his shirt against his skin. He rarely carried weapons, but the Caribbean was a dangerous place. He pulled the knife from his boot and the pistol from his drawer. He laid them on his desk in plain view of the door and backed away as much as the room would allow, keeping his hands easily visible.

Then, heart thumping in his ears, Mycroft waited to be found.

It didn’t take long. The fighting began to die down quickly (and Mycroft hoped that was a sign of surrender, and not the swift result of no quarter given). Even while scuffling was still audible on deck, heavy footsteps began advancing down the narrow hall toward his chamber.

The door opened with a bang and the man in his doorway grinned darkly. “Well, wot do we ‘ave here?”

Mycroft attempted to keep his voice level and his hands still. “If you would be so kind as to take me to your captain,” he said as politely as he could.

“If I would be so kind, ‘e says,” the pirate repeated, and Mycroft could hear another man laughing in the hall. It was not a pleasant sound.

Mycroft attempted to look as unthreatening as possible.

The pirate scowled. “Well a’right then,” he conceded. “I can kill you as easily on deck can’t I? Keep the mess down, at any rate.”

Mycroft accepted the small victory. Any minute he wasn’t being killed by a pirate was a minute he had to figure out how to not be killed by pirates.

At the pirate’s gesture, Mycroft carefully stepped out of his room and walked down the hall, keeping his hands raised. To his relief, there weren’t as many bodies lying on the deck as there could have been.  The captain and first mate were unsurprisingly among the deceased. However, it looked like most of the crew had been corralled onto one side of the deck, nervously awaiting judgement.

That judgement came in the form of slow bootsteps which instantly quieted the pirates and silenced the captured crew. As he stepped forward, Mycroft got his first look at the pirate captain.

Silver was the first thing he noticed. Followed shortly by the thought that the man was handsome enough to turn all heads. This was, of course, immediately followed by an instinctual repression of his instantaneous desire to see if he was as handsome up close or in the light of an early morning. Although there were rumors of looser morals aboard pirate vessels, that was no excuse for encouraging any sort of deviant behavior, even in his own mind.

“And what do we have here?” the man asked, ignoring the crew and looking pointedly in Mycroft’s direction. It was an English accent, Mycroft noted, similar to that spoken by the lower-born folk near where he had grown up.

“Passenger,” the pirate who had grabbed him explained.

Mycroft found himself abruptly pushed forward and barely caught himself from falling on his face. He met the captain’s eyes. They were brown and warmer than he had expected. He was more handsome up close, Mycroft thought wistfully before ruthless squashing the thought.

The captain looked amazed. “Mycroft Holmes, as I live and breathe,” he exclaimed. “How odd the world is, to find us both here on this end of it.”

The pirates behind him startled. Mycroft himself was caught by surprise, which he tried to avoid as a general rule. He took a moment to look at the man in his entirety, instead of as an amalgamation of tanned skin, brown eyes, and distinctive silver hair.

“Gregory,” Mycroft said in astonishment. “Gregory Lestrade.” For it was. Gregory, the boy who had lived in town not far from his parents’ country estate. Gregory, whose father had died suddenly, leaving his mother with no income and three children. Gregory, who had enlisted in the Navy while Mycroft was at university. Gregory, who had caused the first indications that Mycroft might harbor perverse tendencies. Gregory, who was once and for all dismissing any doubts Mycroft may have had on that front.

“What on earth are you doing here?” Gregory asked him, as if they were exchanging greetings at a pub and not across the deck of a ship surrounded by pirates, blood sticky on the bottom of Mycroft’s boots.

“I was overseeing the shipment of these goods to Jamestown,” he said, the lie slipping easily to his tongue. It was the cover story he had been using and, with the captain dead, there was no one to gainsay him.

Gregory didn’t hesitate, and he didn’t look apologetic. “I’m afraid we can’t let you keep those,” he told Mycroft. “Pirates,” he explained with a smirk that left Mycroft momentarily breathless. The pirates laughed.

“Quite understandable,” Mycroft managed. “If I could be allowed to leave with my life and my papers?”

Gregory looked at him in contemplation, drawing his eyes from Mycroft’s boots all the way up to his hair, which Mycroft knew was an untidy ginger mess. He felt his skin warm at the careful attention and hoped it could be overlooked as the beginning of a mild sunburn. From the self-satisfied grin that spread over Gregory’s face, Mycroft doubted his reaction had gone unnoticed.

“I’m sure we can work something out,” he drawled.

[chaosbisexual]

1-92 mofo

FUCK RIGHT OFF MATE OK 

(lov u)

i took off the ones abt sex except for 1 bc i can 

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?

on tumblr…. it was u babe so take that how u like 

on imessage… no my dude 

2. You talked to an ex today, correct?

NOPE MY EX IS ON DRUGS 

4. Is trust a big issue for you?

ehhhhh idk possibly 

5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently?

no but like he’s in my classes?

6. What are you excited for?

yr 10 formal and finished for the year 

7. What happened tonight?

i made fajitas watched youtube and read fic,,, but it’s only 7pm 

8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted?

no do what u want… i just get annoyed when straight girls are suddenly making out with every other girl in sight BC BITCH Y CAN’T THE GAY GIRL GET SOME

9. Is confidence cute?

y e s self love is super hot 

10. What is the last beverage you had?

tea11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?

like one or two? 

12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?

three actually THEY MAKE MY BUTT LOOK GOOD

13. What are you gonna do Saturday night?

refer to 7 

14. What are you going to spend money on next?

bus fare 

15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed?

what kiss 

16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?

yes what the hell 

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

uhhhhhhhh like leah, the space gals, and my pal steph 

18. The last time you felt broken?

probs yesterday 

20. Are you starting to realize anything?

i can’t study and i hate having feelings for people 

21. Are you in a good mood?

eh im in neutral u made it better tho lmao 

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?

yea y not 

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?

no i am harry potter in which i have my Mother’s eyes

24. What do you want right this second?

more fajitas 

25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?

…huh 

26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color?

yes but i think due to the sun it’s a bit lighter than usual 

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?

no omg humour is important

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh?

the vid u sent me 

29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now?

yep my mother 

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance?

i think so but there’s a line between 2 chances and 50 and if you have to give someone more than like 2 extra chances drop them lol 

31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to?

no he’s a butt but he’s ok and he helped me make fajitas 

32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?

look i honestly don’t know but if he doesn’t then H O W 

33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda?

lmao no i wish 

34. Listening to?

africa by toto, next in the queue is paint by the paper kites

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore?

yes my last test was in pencil 

36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is?

again w the whole NO ONE HAS KISSED ME THING 

37. Do you believe in love at first sight?

no love is not purely based on appearance lol 

38. Who did you last call?

the guy who i’m doing my psych pres with

39. Who was the last person you danced with?

my pal nat in a stationary shop 

40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?

HMMM AGAIN WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME

41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?

props like the last time my history teacher brought them to class

42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?

nope lol 

43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?

YES CONSTANTLY 

44. Do you tan in the nude?

whats tanning dont know her 

45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss?

IF THIS HAPPENS ONE M O R E TIME 

46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night?

nope i wish tho 

47. Who was the last person to call you?

my dad

48. Do you sing in the shower?

hell yea i do 

49. Do you dance in the car?

hell yea i do 

50. Ever used a bow and arrow?

yea twice 

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

like 3 weeks ago for a school thing but the angle was gross 

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy?

NO THEY ARE MY LIFE AND SOUL 

53. Is Christmas stressful?

YES I LOVE SHOPPING BUT NEVER HAVE ENOUGH MONEY FOR EVERYONE 

ok i can’t be bothered to do the the format like that anymore rip nice structure

54. Ever eat a pierogi?

a wot

55. Favorite type of fruit pie?

apple and blueberry 

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

vet or journalist, still wanna write to some degree lol 

57. Do you believe in ghosts?

i think there is something beyond what we see but idk 

58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?

yes omg sometimes before i travel to somewhere new i dream abt the place and then i get there and im LIKE I HAVENT BEEN HERE BEFORE WHY DO I KNOW IT and it’s bc i dreamt abt it

59. Take a vitamin daily?

HHAHAHAHAHAH

60. Wear slippers?

no BAREFOOT BBY 

61. Wear a bath robe?

nah dressing gown tho 

62. What do you wear to bed?

t shirt dress or men’s shirt 

63. First concert?

taylor swift im sorry 

64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?

K MART BITCH 

65. Nike or Adidas?

nike but i dont wear either 

66. Cheetos Or Fritos?

CHEETOS WE DONT HAVE FRITOS IN AUS 

67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?

peanuts dude

68. Favorite Taylor Swift song?

currently sparks fly or the live back to december 

69. Ever take dance lessons?

NO I GOT FRIENDS WHO DANCE THO

70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?

lowkey want to marry a painter or a designer 71. Can you curl your tongue?

yeee boii 72. Ever won a spelling bee?

nahh 73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy?

YE at my sister’s wedding and at the disco last year lmao 

74. What is your favorite book?

hp, trc, or i’ll give you the sun 

75. Do you study better with or without music?

wWITH 

76. Regularly burn incense?

nah got a wax burner

77. Ever been in love?

ppffft i wish 

78. Who would you like to see in concert?

hozier, arctic monkeys, the lumineers, dua lipa, lorde, hippo campus, the weeknd

79. What was the last concert you saw?

taylor swift but i’ve been to like festivals since then? 

80. Hot tea or cold tea?

hot but since summer is a comin 

81. Tea or coffee?

tea

82. Favorite type of cookie?

white choc macadamia 

83. Can you swim well?

i could before i got boobs

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?

yes 

85. Are you patient?

NOPE 

86. DJ or band, at a wedding?

baND (mostly bc last time i went to a wedding w band the singer was HOT and she could sing like beyonce) 

87. Ever won a contest?

uhhh i think so?

88. Ever have plastic surgery?

nope lol 

89. Which are better black or green olives?

don’t eat either!

91. Best room for a fireplace?

LIVING ROOM OR BEDROOM GUY 

92. Do you want to get married? 

i think so but also i cannot understand why anyone would want to marry me 

ok i lov u more than i love steve harrington have a good night lad ! this was v long i hope ur happy 

[solarbird]

advice received on a treadmill

Lena "Tracer" Oxton has second thoughts about giving up on the Widowmaker, and goes to extreme lengths to ask someone she met once - quite impossibly, but nonetheless met - for advice.

While it involves the on overcoming the fear of spiders Venom and Widowmaker, and the it is not easy to explain, she said Emily "Kestrel" Oxton, it is canon in neither AU, and should make sense without having read either of those.

It is in fact a semi-sequel to "I Could Murder a Chippie," inspired in part by the fact that my gym's colours are UW Huskies colours, which is to say, Talon purple, and Overwatch gold, and that had to show up somewhere. [AO3 link]

"Th' hell?" said Venom, as the treadmill she was on - black and purple, like so much Talon gear, like so much Talon corporate culture - suddenly gained gold highlights.

"Ha!" said Tracer, as the treadmill she was on - black and gold, like so much Overwatch gear, like so much Overwatch corporate culture - suddenly gained purple highlights.

Venom looked to her left, the previously unoccupied treadmill now occupied by her mirror image, almost, hair almost the same, eyes almost the same, accelerator stripes most definitely not the same, or even there at all.

Tracer looked to her right, the previously unoccupied treadmill now occupied by her mirror image, almost, hair almost the same, eyes almost the same, accelerator missing, but she has thin stripes showing on her shoulders and legs, faintly shining blue.

"Hiya!" said Tracer, beating Venom to the punch. "Somehow I just knew you'd have a gym on Filicudi."

"You again..." Venom's mind raced, as she thought back to the impossible luncheon she'd shared with the Manic Pixie Murder Machine. "...that was real?"

"Kinda!" chirped Tracer. "As real as interdimensional transits can be, anyway. Thought I'd see if I could set up the right conditions and meed up again. You remember me, so I guess it worked!"

Venom reached over and tried, and failed, to touch Tracer. Tracer did the same, in reverse. At least she's not really here, thought the assassin. That's a relief. "So... your Winston's somewhere off... in some impossible direction from here, I guess?"

"Yah! Well, yeah, I guess so, but not to me. He's been helpin' out, but it's by remote. We've had this set up a while - it's the first time it's actually worked!"

Venom looked crossly at her Overwatch alternate-dimension counterpart. "So. Your Overwatch doesn't work with your Talon, does it?"

"Nope!"

"So what's this about, then? Intel gathering?"

"Kinda?"

"Won't matter, y'know. Apparently, our kind of Talon is pretty rare."

"Yeah, I've only seen a few of your lot. Tekhartha always dies, 'cept when it's you... which is..." she looked down at her treadmill, and let it coast to a stop. "...why I wanted to apologise."

Venom blinked, letting her treadmill slow to a stop as well. "...wot?"

"I'm sorry. For calling you evil. I've been thinkin' about that fight we had, and..." She let out a deep breath, and took another one. "I'm sorry. I was wrong. I mean, you're still assassins, and I still can't go with that, but..." She shook her head back and forth, slowly. "Bloody hell, love, you saved Tekhartha Mondatta. D'ya know how rare that is?"

"We've... kind of got that idea, yeah." Venom didn't say that mostly, worlds like theirs, they ended up without her, or with a Venom that didn't question the mission, with Widowmaker taking the shot. With atomic fire and ash. With the war that truly did end all wars.

But not here, she thought. Not us. Not now.

"So..." continued Tracer, "...I'm sorry."

Venom shook off the things that could've been, but weren't, and smirked, but with a little warmth to it. "You went to these lengths for an apology? Maybe you're not so bad as I thought, Tracer. I accept."

Tracer smiled her genuine smile, the soft one, the one she saved for people she really, truly liked. "Thanks."

"But you said you wanted intel. Sorta."

Tracer blushed furiously. "...yeah."

What's that blush? Venom wondered. "G'wan then..."

"Tell me..." she looked nervously off to the side, "...about Amélie."

"Wot." said Venom. This can't be what I think it is, she thought, or maybe it might. "I thought you and Emily were..."

"We are!" Tracer protested. "And we're happy! But..."

"...you've seen some of those universes where it's all three of us together, haven't you?"

"Yeah."

"And y'want that."

Tracer looked down, and her voice became very quiet. "I'd... I don't know. I don't know what I want. But I know I'd given up on her, and I... I think that was wrong."

Must do, thought Venom, to poke at spacetime about it. She sympathised, of course. How could she not? But might as well have some fun with her opposite. "Well, first things first. You have another apology to make, luv."

"For wot?"

"'Aggressively overstyled shitehawk' ring any bells?"

Tracer laughed. "Ah, c'mon, mate, that was a joke and you knew it."

Venom smirked. "Apologise anyway."

"Done," the Overwatch agent replied, laughing. "I'm sorry. I don't know what is wrong with me, but I'm sorry."

Venom grinned her famous half-grin, and looked off to the side, where Tracer could not see. "Amélie, Em, you think we should help her?"

Em?! thought Tracer. "What?! "

"Surprise!"

"What?! When?! "

Venom beamed, broadly. "We placed a discreet notice for a private top-class aircraft mechanic. Guess who showed up?"

"Wha... wha..." Tracer quite literally vibrated in place. Venom didn't think she could do that with her kind of accelerator, but, apparently, she could.

"Is that a question?"

"...yes?"

Venom just laughed. "It's fate, Tracer. Get used to it, it's probably gonna happen! Mostly just a matter of when."

"But luv, where do I start? How do I get past the Widowmaker and free Amélie?"

Venom frowned. "Y'want a serious answer? Y'won't like it."

Tracer nodded.

"Stop thinkin' they're different."

Tracer blinked. "But they are, Widow's not even - well, fine, not yours, but mine, Talon..."

"Doesn't matter," interrupted the junior assassin. "Got news, mate. If you can't love the Widowmaker, you can't love Amélie."

From out of range of the interface field, but not out of range of the movement of air to carry sound, came the senior assassin's voice. "It's true. Even when they think they've built someone completely new, they have not. They have only forced changes, and even then, fewer than they think. The foundation remains. It must, for the process to work."

"Woah," breathed Tracer. She knew the elder assassin had to be there, somewhere, but hearing her voice send tingles down her skin. "...Widowmaker?"

Amélie stepped into what she suspected - correctly - was the area of field effect. She put down the free weights, wiped her face with a towel, and turned to the tangerine-clad Overwatch agent. "Hello, Tracer."

Tracer's breath stopped and she blinked, her mouth half open for a moment before she was able to close it, and she shook her head. Venom and Widowmaker exchanged the briefest of meaningful glances - oh, she's got it bad, doesn't she? - before Tracer collected herself, with a "...nice to see you, luv." The teleporter swallowed. "Even though you're not..."

"...your Widowmaker?" interjected Amélie.

"Yah."

"Neither is she," said Tracer.

Widowmaker nodded her agreement. "She is a person, cherie, and she is not yours."

Tracer took the point, and, for once, knew when to shut up. Amélie picked up on the silence, and granted her a small smile. "Ah, you already begin to understand, yes? She is real - as real as I am. As we all are, every one of us. Just as every Tracer is a person - even the most dedicated members of the worst kinds of Talon - so is every Widowmaker, no matter what she may seem to you."

"So she's still in there..."

"No," Widowmaker said, frowning a little, and crossing her arms. "Understand this. She is there, right there, in front of you, as I am now. Perhaps under various kinds of influence, perhaps traumatised, perhaps parts of her are muted, perhaps parts of the old her are even lost, perhaps she is even a new person built from the old - but no matter what has happened, she is that person now."

Tracer's eyes widened, as her thoughts flashed to all the ways she'd tried to talk to her universe's Widowmaker, and how offers to help, to undo what they'd done, to bring back Amélie, always backfired.

"...I've been..."

Widowmaker smiled.

"...telling her we'd do the same thing Talon did."

"Exactement," Widowmaker bowed, her arms now spread apart, as if on stage.

"Oh. Oh, oh, no," Tracer said, burying her face in her hands. "What've I done? "

"Hey, hey," said Venom, reaching forward uselessly, to comfort her opposite. "It's all right. She still talk t'you?"

Venom looked back up, towards the voice. "Yeh. Sometimes."

"Then," said Widowmaker, "I think it is not too late. I cannot imagine any version of myself that would talk to you if she had, how do you say, written you down?"

"Y'think?"

"Also, you are still alive, are you not?"

Tracer snorted. "Don't underestimate me, luv."

"Do not underestimate her, either." Widowmaker nodded towards Venom, whose accelerator stripes suddenly shined brightly, and then she grabbed Tracer off her treadmill, hand strong and oh so very solid. "Or me."

Tracer shrieked, and found herself unable to teleport away, as Widowmaker leaned forward, golden eyes bright, the spider bearing down on her terrified, halfway hypnotised prey. "Understand. I do this for her. Not for you. Can you love the spider? "

Tracer stared back into those gold eyes, and that cold blue face, overcome with fear... and then, suddenly, felt no longer afraid. She reached forward, pulled her arms around the Widowmaker, and kissed her, briefly but fiercely. Pulling back, she held the spider's gaze, and said, firmly, "...I can."

Amélie smiled coquettishly, and let Tracer go. "She does not taste like you, beloved," as Venom and Emily both laughed.

"They never do," said Emily, from outside the field.

"They never...?" replied Tracer, confused.

"You're not the first Tracer to come asking these questions, luv," Venom said, with something between a grin and a smirk. Her glow faded to normal, and Tracer returned to her insubstantial state, at least, for the Talon crew and gear. "All patched up. G'wan back home."

"And good luck!" she heard Emily call, from outside the field. "Most of us are pretty poly, but some of us aren't. Don't hurt your Emily, or I'll come after you myself!"

Tracer looked towards the direction of Emily's voice. "Not for anything, Em. Not for anything."

"I'll hold you to that," she shouted, as the field began to fade, and then collapsed.

Tracer dropped and sat on the treadmill's belt as the gateway failed, the last of the stored charge exhausted, patting the ground, the floor, the chairs, making sure she was still here, still home. She'd not expected to be grabbed completely into their reality like that, and she shivered at the thought of losing her Emily, her Overwatch, her world. That was... a lot riskier than I imagined! she thought. Winston'll want to know.

"So," she said, after a moment, looking over outside the field boundaries, to her Emily. "You still sure about this?"

Emily "Kestrel" Oxton raised an eyebrow. "After seeing you and her kiss?" The flying agent smiled a broad, bold smile. "I am. More than ever."

[bangthetanboys]

Tagged by @taendency !

Rules: answer ten questions then make ten new ones for who you Tag

1. From your ultimate bias group choose your top 4 members you’d have sexy time with, marry, kill, and have a baby with? Ah fukkk ok Sexy time: jhope Marry: jimin Kill: nooooooooooooo but me and Jin would totally get in a bad jokes competition to the death so I’m up to either kill or be killed Have a kid with: Joonie

2. If your ultimate bias group broke up and you could only support one member, who would you choose? WRF AIHSSJGSJG this is so fucjin hard tbh I can’t pick between jhope and jimin bc Hobi has my favourite voice in the universe but jimin pretty much does too and ya know bias fuck

3. If you could get any idol to fall in love with you but have your ultimate end up hating you forever & die but then you couldn’t have any person’s love which would you choose? IM SO CONFUSED WOT THIS QUESTION IS

4. If your ultimate bias group was all in life death situation and it was only up to you to save them, who would you save? listen; you only have to save jungkook then he’ll save the rest of the band so I mean

5. Is there any idol that you really want to fight? If so who and why? Pfft no maybe @ Kim jonghyun but he would own me so nah I’m good with having stable health (I’m jking I ain’t fighting anyone ily all idols)

6. If the purge was real what crime would you commit? (Don’t just say theft, like put some more detail in it) I would actually take a flight without paying then like get out of the counter tho o don’t think that’s possible but meh it is now

7. What’s your favorite word? “BOI” 8. What’s your favorite letter? K!! 9. Do you really think any member of any of your idol groups are gay? Name them and why? (I’m curious cause there so many ships going on and what I’ve seen they’re not platonic so lol) Uhhhhhhh idek tbh I really want namjin to both be gay but that’s bout it

10. How would you take over the world? I tried to make the questions hard in the beginning but I don’t think it worked lololol and gave up on some as you can tell Uhhhh mate just roast everything on national tv

K my questions are: 1. If you didn’t know ur ultimate bias what idol would it be

2. Dream collab?

3. If you could get an idol to cover any song what would it Be?

4. What is something you love about your own account? (Be nice to urself :-) bring out them compliments)

5. What idol are you most like that u know of?

6. Favourite AU

7. Favourite voice of an idol

8. If your bias group did any concept what would you pick?

9. What MV would you make another group do? (Specify what group and MV)

10. What’s a hobby you want to see your Ultimate doing?

I tag ANYONE WHO WANTS TO DO THIS!!