#If her and spy are exes then she would ship it

[cheese-n-crackerjacks]

Thinking about EngieSpy and how Scout’s ma fits into the dynamic. I’m thinking about her and Spy who have been broken up for years but still make sure to call so he can give her updates on Scout. And being exes who are also still friends like

“Oh I hear you’re dating that sweet engineer guy! Good for your you!”

“W-What?? Where did you hear that??”

“from Jeremy”

“He said that??”

“Well no, but it wasn’t hard to figure out. Last week he said every time he goes to see the engineer, there’s always a certain snake hanging around. Every. Single. Time…”

“T-that doesn’t mean anything!”

“Oh please! Last time you did something like that it was when you showed up everyday to that diner I used to work at. Just admit it, some cowboy lassoed your heart and now you’re smitten”

“I’m hanging up now!”

“I’ll be expecting the juicy details next time, Spy!”

[unholyhelbig]

More Wandanat pls 😊

Title: Are you Avoiding me?

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Word Count: 2935

Warnings: pet names, sexual situations implied, broken glass, and horrible spelling (I don't proofread).

Summary: It's becoming harder and harder for reader to avoid both Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff. Things only get worse when they're cornered in their lab.

[A/n: This is just a little drabble, that's been sitting in my drafts for months, nothing with too much sustinance! I've been distracting myself lately with Wenclair content instead of writing]

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There were thousands of mugs with Shield’s logo on the side that floated around the compound, changing hands between agents and the high-ranking Avengers. It’s why you felt less bad about dropping the one in your grasp to the floor. It shattered into dozens of pieces, and the rest of the pale coffee you were drinking seeped out of the wreckage.

“Ow! Why? Why?” Clint’s voice had turned to a growl by the end of his sentence. He had righted himself and gripped his own mug to his chest, leveling you with a glare that was much too vicious this early in the morning.

The words were trapped in your throat and you dropped down behind the kitchen island, pressing yourself close enough to the wood to become apart of the grain. If you could just hide long enough for them to wander away, then all would be well.

The archer glanced down at you, and then back to the hallway that passed the communal kitchen. Natasha Romanoff had her brow furrowed, lifting a sculped eyebrow at him. She had just come back from her morning run, a fine sheen of sweat coating her muscles. He gave her a shrug and that was enough encouragement to send her on her way.

You let out a long sigh at the sound of her footsteps retreating. “Don’t look at me like that, Barton.”

“I can look at you anyway I want to, you’re the one that would rather be on the ground than talk to Natasha.”

It wasn’t just talking to Natasha. It was looking at her too; breathing the same air as her, meeting her fern-colored eyes across the room and ceasing to have a tangible thought pattern. You were an Avenger, for fucks sake, an ex-KGB spy shouldn’t make you fumble the way that you did.

“It’s not that hard, y/n. She’s harmless, really.”

That was easy for him to say. You huffed quietly and picked up the broken pieces of mug before depositing them into the trashcan. Coffee would make you too jittery anyway. So, if you really thought about it, your nerves had done you a favor.

“She’s terrifying.” You said, reaching for an empty glass. You filled it up with tap water and tentatively took a sip. It went down clunky and cold. “And gorgeous.”

“A combination that renders you absolutely useless.”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

Clint lifted both of his eyebrows at you, not saying a word. He didn’t have to. And you didn’t need all of this judgement from him in the first place. He had been so scared of Natasha that he couldn’t bring her in, in the first place. He would tell it differently, but you didn’t stick around to find out.

There were other things that you had to do; like a mountain of paperwork and a few modifications to the Vibranium arm that had found its way onto your desk. A cold shower wouldn’t do you any harm either. And if your fingers were to wander? No one would know.

You flashed him the middle finger, abandoning all thoughts of nourishment for the day. Tony kept his labs stocked with bottled water and granola bars after some nagging from Pepper. That would hold you over until lunch and if you started to drift, there were plenty of electrical sources that would give you a low-grade jolt.

Most of the time, you kept your head down, earbuds in even if they weren’t playing music. It was easier not to get caught up in the fanfare of the Avengers. Most of them were human, and they made human mistakes even if they weren’t.

You answered your superiors and fixed any problems that arose with tech and machinery, sometimes even costuming. Those things were simple, cut and dry. Your feelings for Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff weren’t even slightly that.

There was admiration from afar, and Clint would even say a numbness that clouded your brain completely. That celebrity that all other agents produced around any of the spandex wearing heroes often evaded you.

But each time Wanda stepped through the doors of your lab to get a personal watch fixed, or once, a VHS player that had the scent of smoke and burning plastic. She’d jutted out her lower lip when a copy of ‘I Love Lucy’ was burnt to a crisp.

Despite your meager salary, you had found one at the thrift and set it outside her door without a word. Not a romantic gesture, Clint. You should have seen her face. It was something you’d do as a friend, a co-worker.

Your shoulder collided with something strong, yet soft. There was a small grunt released from the back of your throat. You got a mouthful of the scent of rain and vanilla tobacco. But strong hands were suddenly gripping your forearms, keeping you steady.

Your eyes widened and met with curious hazel ones. You thought you gave Natasha enough time to get back to her room. But here she was, in that tight tank top, sweat drenching the collar. She looked beautiful, the lights overhead hitting her.

Agent Romanoff reached up and pulled one of your earbuds out, letting it hang loose against your chest. “Doctor y/l/n, are you avoiding me?”

“Avoiding?” You laughed with a little too much force, compensating for the lost air by snorting and instantly regretting it. A light blush fell over your cheeks. She didn’t look mad, in fact, she looked quite amused. “No, no. I’m not avoiding.”

“So, what would you call ducking down behind the counter in the kitchen?”

“How did you…”

“I’m a superspy and you’re not exactly subtle.”

Yeah. You’d forgotten about that. She didn’t’ allude to the fact, simply continuing on her way and leaving you to your horrible conversation with Clint. But then she had waited in front of your lab, her own clearance not allowing her past the sliding doors without you in it.

She lilted her head to the side “Don’t worry about it, it’s actually rather adorable.”

The heat against your cheeks started to spread down your neck and to your collarbone. If she noticed, and of course she noticed, she didn’t’ say anything. But she released her hold, and you fought back a whimper of disappointment.

“What can I do for you, Agent Romanoff?”

“Us, actually.” She responded, eyes darting towards the locked doors. “I’d rather talk somewhere a bit more private, if that’s alright.”

“Yeah, yeah, absolutely that’s alight. If this is about the Widow Bites that I redesigned then I can most definitely tweak them. We don’t want you to get a jolt every time you use them. Not that I’m saying you’re not skilled enough to avoid that,”

You kept talking as you swiped your card and it with a beep, walking into the instant familiarity of your lab. There was a coolness there for tactical purposes, but it washed over your heated skin and hopefully took some of the soft color away.

You started to flit around the lab, flicking on all the lights and the different purifiers. There was an experiment that Fitz was working on that needed a rotating heat source and that was turned on as well.

“If we remove the outer panel and with a little tweaking, we can make them non-lethal, heavy with stopping power. They can break up under the sub-cutaneous tissue-“

Again, you ran into Natasha. Her body was so warm and solid, stable compared to the way you buzzed about. The door had slid shut behind you, its frosted glass exterior shielding you from the rest of the world.

This time you didn’t’ rush to apologize, instead you pushed your glasses up to the center of your nose and stared at her in a comfortable silence. “This wasn’t about your widow bites. You said us.”

She nodded at you, suddenly seeming quite shy herself. You’d never seen her avert her gaze before and something about the reaction worried you. Your stomach was doing somersaults, flipping back and forth between pure panic and excitement. This was the longest you two had spent in one another’s space without you bolting from the room.

“For the past six months I’ve been involved in a sexual relationship with Wanda Maximoff.”

“Uh,”

It was the only word that you could muster. Thoughts that flushed your cheeks all over again ran through your mind; bare breasts pressed against each other, lips hungrily clashing, hands raking up perfectly toned muscles. Your eyes were hazy with lust, but you blinked it away just as fast as it had settled. Natasha ghosted a smirk regardless.

“It was purely sexual, we both needed to blow off some steam. I’m sure you know how that is.”

On nights when you needed to ‘blow off steam’, you went into the empty training room and ran for six miles before taking a stark cold shower to loosen your muscles. When you ran, you forgot about the dip of Natasha’s collarbone and the dexterity of Wanda’s fingers.

Now that you thought about it, there were signs that the two of them had something and why shouldn’t they? Subtle touches that led to more. The tenderness in Natasha’s eyes betrayed more. If she hadn’t noticed yet, you weren’t going to be the one to tell her.

“It was fun for a while, a supply closet here, the gym floor there. But going on month seven it’s almost losing its… spark.”

“I’m sorry?” You were cautious with your words, and she giggled, the Black Widow herself was giggling at you.

“I’m not so good at this.”

“You’re good at everything.”

She smiled “Wanda insisted that I come and talk to you first because you’re skittish. Moreso around her than me. She was upset when I told her you let me stay the afternoon in here last week, just watching you work.” 

Each move you made that day was languid. There was a nervousness to you that seemed to vanish when you could open up the back of a monitor and stare at the innerworkings. You were recruited right out of MIT, and though you had been offered more than one job, you jumped at the idea of working in the Stark tower, living here.

She worked her hand through her hair and sighed “see, not so good at this.”

“What exactly is this?”

Natasha furrowed her brow and a small crease formed between her eyebrows in response. You wanted to reach up and smooth it away with the subtle touch of your thumb. That part wasn’t complicated, not like people usually were.

So, you did just that, you touched the pad of your finger to her soft, warm skin and pressed until the tension started to leave her body. Natasha’s fingers wrapped around your wrist and moved your hand until you cupped her cheek. She sighed into the embrace; eyes closed for more than a single moment.

“I want you, y/n.” She mumbled against the palm of your hand, turning it to the side and delivering a single kiss to the pulse point on your wrist. You were sure that she could feel the quickness in which it thrummed. “So does Wanda.”

You were dizzy, suddenly glad for her hold on you. Months, close to a year, you had spent ducking behind counters and taking the long way back to your dorm. They were both stunning to an intimidating degree, to the point where it devastated you.

“Say something, please” Natasha whispered, voice breaking “I know this is a lot and you can absolutely decline. We can forget this conversation ever happened and you can go back to breaking coffee mugs.”

“No! I mean, no. I don’t want to go back to breaking coffee mugs. I think Clint is running a tab, and Mr. Stark isn’t exactly generous with our salaries.”

A grin spread across Natasha’s face. It was like being wrapped in a warm towel after a long day in the rain. You’d do anything to make her smile. You were in down bad, not that you’d admit it to Bird Boy.

She tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded, not trusting your ability to vocalize anything right now. Her lips were on yours, soft and tender. She kissed you slowly, with purpose. The two of you savored the moment, a sigh of extasy escaping you, your arms winding around her shoulders, hers pressing against your spine.

Natasha broke the embrace, staring hazily at you. That cocky smile had turned into a wonderstruck and borderline goofy one. Have you broken the superspy? She’d certainly made you waver. You were effectively rendered silent.

“Oh, sweet girl, how easy it is to fluster you.” Natasha pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. “But I fear that a certain witch is lurking just close enough for you to open the door.”

It slid open on its own with a dejected beep. You glanced down at the pocket of your lab coat, badge still attached. A small pout made its way to your lips but softened when Wanda stalked into the mostly empty lab, you felt your defenses lower.

The remnants of red twirled around her fingers- and god, you didn’t mean to stare, but they held a power to them. With Natasha slotted against your body, the primal scent of her, you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering. Oh, how good they’d feel on your tongue.

A pink blush crept up her collarbone and at the tips of her ears. Wanda raised a perfectly sculpted brow at you. There was no doubt in your mind that your thoughts were loud enough for her to hear them. And somehow, you didn’t mind one bit. You’d never imagine being this bold with either of them, but the kiss with Natasha had left you heady, greedy for more.

“Have you been able to do that the whole time?” You panted out, watching the door slide shut once more.

“Well, yes. But I respect your privacy… to an extent. You have quite the dirty mind, don’t you?”

“I… you… no!”

You pulled away from Natasha, crossing your arms over your chest. If you weren’t careful, your glasses would fog up just by being in the same vicinity as them both. Sure, there had been a few times where you’d let your mind wander; images of Wanda shoving you against the wall, pinning your arms above your head.

Natasha taking you over the lab table that you made sure was meticulous in every single way each night before you left. The thought of them taking control was alluring, tantalizing. You thought all the time, too much about every move you made. You didn’t want to admit that you’d welcome not thinking at all, even if it was only for a few moments.

“You’re a terrible liar.” Wanda soothed.

“That’s why Stark keeps me in the basement.”

She’d gotten impossibly close. You could smell the lavender shampoo that often accompanied her. They were both taller than you, though, not by much. Your breath still hitched in your throat at her proximity. Wanda tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, lilting her head to the side in a way that made your knees feel unstable.

“Is this okay?”

You nodded, and a smile moved across her lips. “You need to use your words, sweetheart.”

“Oh, don’t be mean, Wanda.” Natasha wrapped her arms around your midsection, resting her chin against your shoulder. You felt the incredible warmth she provided, nearly sighing into it. “This is a lot to take in. Baby steps.”

You couldn’t tell which of the two held more control over the situation, but didn’t much care when you felt Wanda’s breath hot against your lips. She closed the distance and you kissed until it stung, until your lungs were begging for air. A desperate noise that you had never made before escaped you when she broke the embrace.

All the while, the calloused pads of Natasha’s fingers were running softly over the expanse of skin between your waistband and shirt. Her touch was so delicate and impossibly warm compared to the coolness of the lab.

Natasha hugged you closer, and you allowed her to. Everything about both women surrounding you screamed control. The darkness that settled over Wanda’s stare made a wetness pool between your thighs. You squeezed them together in an attempt of subtly.

It was like fooling a seer. They could read your body like an open book and you clenched your eyes shut but could still feel the grin that stretched across Natasha’s face in the crook of your neck. It would be so easy to give up control to them.

“Does anyone else have the key to your lab?” Wanda purred, her hand splayed on your chest in a startling grounding motion. Your eyes snapped open, hazy with lust.

You were breathless, stunned. “Just you.”

Wanda’s head tilted, her tongue darting out against her bottom lip. Chills pushed down your spine, Natasha’s hold tightening around your center. You were sure that you’d catch flame right there and wake up from this dream. But neither of them vanished when you blinked.

“Good. What’s your safe word, darling?”

Natasha’s grin was nothing short of wolfish. She squeezed both of your hips possessively, hauling you with a spy’s quickness onto the nearest counter. You nudged a white mug with a SHIELD logo on the front. It fell to the floor, shattered into a million different pieces.

 None of that seemed to matter.

[hapuchika]

The Villian's Lair - Machiavellian Part 2

Warnings: aphrodisiac, diabolical pranks

Summary: Wanda and Natasha get to the Reader's Lair.

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X--X--X--X--X

Typically, an international criminal of your renown would have their base of operations on a secluded island or an anonymous fancy building. What the two female superheroes were not expecting was your base to be a dockyard with piles of shipping containers.

Natasha looks at the little note you had slipped into Wanda’s pocket when she passed out; it states the location and time along with a “Don’t be late ;)” on the other side.

They approached the rusty metal door, the only one that hadn’t been welded shut on the shipping crates that were on the ground. Wanda couldn’t help but crack a smile at the dirty welcome mat at the entrance.

They entered the crate only to find a fireman’s pole at the far end; there were signs that said “Come down if you want to catch me ;)” with obvious arrows pointing at the pole.

Natasha, gun in hand, walked closer. She attempted to peer at the bottom, but it was pitch black. Wanda stayed a few steps behind, ready for any surprise attack. Her magic was at her fingertips, waiting to be called forth.

Wanda and Nat shared a glance, debating whether the obvious trap was worth it. For all your faults, you had never used lethal force on either of them, despite having several opportunities to do so.

Wanda, feeling brave, stepped forward and grabbed the pole with one hand. She gave the ex-assassin a cautious smile and jumped down, clinging onto the poll.

She didn’t get far; the hole was only as deep as her shins. Wanda stared at Natasha, dumbfounded, who looked equally perplexed.

There was a slight static before a voice was heard chuckling.

“Oh wow, I can’t believe you actually fell for it! She had told me this would happen, but I expected more from you, at least, Natalia.” 

The disembodied voice teased, It was certainly not your voice. The accent was similar, but the voice sounded younger… much younger.

“Alright, enough of these games. They’re expecting you… You don’t want to keep her waiting, do you?”

As soon as her statement ended, a slight glow filled the center of the space. A square platform with enough space for both of them.

The two wordlessly stepped on the platform and began their descent.

Within less than a minute, the wall in front of them opened to expose a lavish corridor.

They stepped forward, the decor catching them off guard. It was simple: wooden floors and gorgeous emerald walls.

They walked further down and entered what they presumed was the central living expanse, littered with cosy sofa cushions, a gorgeous fireplace and a coffee table.

Gun still in hand, Natasha peeked down the corridor on the right to see a singular door. Within the door, classical music could be heard.

Wanda decided to walk down the corridor on the left, entering the dining area.

There was an open kitchen; the stove had something being prepared on low heat while the oven had a delicious aroma wafting from within it.

Wanda glanced at the kitchen island, raising an eyebrow at the sight of two wine glasses, one of which was half-filled.

X—X—X—X—X

Natasha silently opened the door, making sure nobody was inside. She walked into your bedroom, surprised by how cozy it was. She quickly walked to your bedside where your phone was and placed a wireless cloning device, courtesy of Tony.

She looked around the room, placing listening devices strategically to ensure she had backups in case a few were found.

Once she was notified that your phone was done cloning, she left the room to join Wanda in the kitchen.

The spy lowly whistled at the decor, breathing in deeply at the food. Wanda nodded in agreement, wondering if she could grab a quick bite before the fight started.

The two flinched when classical music started playing, Wanda summoning her magic while Natasha cocked her gun, ready to bring you in.

They tensed as they heard your footsteps come down the hall. 

Wanda’s mouth went dry as she took in the sight of you; your hair was wet, a few drops trailing their way between your exposed collarbones and into the hidden depths of your grey shirt.

Natasha, on the other hand, was avoiding looking at your neck entirely. She refused to acknowledge how your warm golden skin looked almost bronze in this lighting.

Your smirk informed the two of them that you were well aware of your effect on them. Wordlessly, you walked to the kitchen and turned off the stove.

You glanced at the heroes, your smirk widening as you realised they hadn’t moved an inch.

While you let the contents of the pan cool, you grab the bottle of wine and pour some into the empty glass, then offer it to Wanda.

She frowns at the glass, causing you to roll your eyes, take a sip, and hand it to her.

“I haven’t poisoned the wine, Wanda.” You say, a smirk returning on your features.

She takes a tentative sip, eyes widening at the taste.

“That’s… really good.” She says hesitantly.

Your smirk broadens into a smile. “I know.”

Natasha clears her throat, finally grabbing hold of herself. You glance at her while you walk back to the kitchen, your own glass of wine in hand.

“What are we doing here?” She asks.

“What do you think you’re doing here?” You quip, taking the rice out of the cooker and into a serving bowl.

“We’re here to bring you in, obviously”, she responds smoothly. “Are you going to come quietly, or do we need to use force?”

Despite really not wanting to, Wanda sets her glass of wine on the kitchen island and summons her magic, red whisps circling her hands. However, she is frozen mid-step when she hears you say, “I surrender; you can take me in.”

“But,” you continue, “How about some dinner first?”

Wanda glances at your food, her stomach grumbling at the sight and smell of it. Her cheeks flush when she catches you grinning, having heard her stomach’s protest.

The three of you make your way to the dining table where the plates are already laid out. Natasha raises an eyebrow. “Expecting this, were you?”

You shrug innocently, sitting down. Natasha rests her gun on the table, pointing it towards you.

You glance at her gun and look at her, unimpressed.

“Can't be too careful, given the company”, she says sweetly as she sits down.

Wanda lets out a snort, covering it up with a slight cough.

You sigh mockingly, “I suppose that’s fair. Maybe I should return the favour.”

The Spy’s grip on her gun tightens as you summon your daggers and rest them on the table. Wanda’s eyes widened a fraction but showed no fear, once again not feeling as though her life was in danger.

“Why are they different colours?” She asked curiously.

You look at her in surprise; she didn’t look afraid in the slightest. In fact, she looked completely at ease.

“They have different purposes,” you explained. “The dagger with the slight purple shine to it makes use of poisons; I used the serpent god’s blood. The red one? That deals with energy. That one was slightly more tricky to forge; I had to use fresh blood straight from the dragon king’s heart.”

“Which poisons?” Natasha asked, interested in the purple dagger.

You grinned as you watched her fill her plate with food, eyeing the serpent dagger with interest.

“All of them, every single one. All I do is tell the dagger what kind of poison I want, and it coats itself with it.”

Wanda frowned. “So you poisoned me earlier?”

You merely winked at her. “I learned early on that the definition of ‘poison’ is very loose. So what I gave you was something similar to a general anaesthetic.”

“And what about the shield agent?” Natasha enquired. “He had one of the most gruesome deaths I have ever seen”

Your smile dropped, anger and disgust filled your being.

“That shit stain got what he deserved, if you don’t believe me just ask hiswife and daughter” you seethed.

The witch was caught off guard by your fury, surprising even herself. She grabbed your hand gently and rubbed your knuckles.

All the anger in you seemed to quiet down in that moment.

The rest of the dinner continued with a slight interrogation disguised as idle conversation.

To their surprise, Wanda and Natasha found themselves relaxing and enjoying the meal.

Somewhere between the meal, you had offered Natasha a glass of bourbon, which she reluctantly accepted. Natasha was unable to stop her eyes from fluttering at the taste. It was… delectable.

By the end of the meal, the three of you were idly chatting about everything and nothing.

You leaned back in your chair, checking your watch.

“Going somewhere?” Natasha asked, sarcasm dripping from her.

“Not yet.” Came the mocking reply.

“Ae, can you get the antidote, please?” You called out.

A giggle could be heard from nowhere. “You sure? It hasn’t even kicked in yet; they have another 5 minutes.”

You nodded, not saying a word as two shot glasses with clear liquid appeared on the table.

“Did you.. poison us?” Wanda asked, looking almost hurt.

“Technically… no. What I put in your drinks was an aphrodasiac, quite an intense one at that. It hasn’t been activated yet; it will take effect in the next 5-7 minutes.” You said with a smirk.

“What you have in front of you is the antidote to that. I slipped it into your drinks. I give you this choice: take the antidote and arrest me… or… Don’t take the antidote, have the best night of your life, and then arrest me.

Silence filled the room.

Wanda stared at you, eyes wide and face flushed. Natasha reached for the shot glass but stopped.

“But.. but you..” Wanda stuttered.

You nodded. “I have taken it, too. If you choose not to, I shall suffer the consequences. If you choose yes, then all of us will have quite a night—one I don't think any of us will ever forget.”

“Well, " you ask, leaning back in your chair, “what will it be…?”

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[princesschimchim1325]

Would anyone be down with an au with dark and possessive! Dan Feng and Yingxing(or Blade, in this case) with sacrificial bride! Reader?

Like, it's an au wherein the xianzhou ships are just different kingdoms, and Dan Feng is the emperor of the luofu and Yingxing (who has now become Blade here) is his ex(?)husband bc Dan Feng turned him immortal. Baiheng lives bc I said so, Jingliu is still the sword champion and Jing yuan is the new general. Reader is from one of the other ships (kingdom in this case) and basically she's cursed and they threw her at Dan Feng when they heard he was single again to both get rid of her and be their spy (it doesn't work bc she immediately told her new husband about it bc she is wants to get rid of them too).

Dan Feng and Blade!Yingxing's relationship is... strained but bc Blade is one of his generals, they still work together (and sometimes have sex) but Bladie is either ignoring him or insulting him. They have been seperated for many decades by the time reader arrives.

Dan Feng and reader don't fall in love immediately but they have lukewarm relationship at the start. But they get closer with their little acts of service towards one another and sparring sessions that often leaves Dan Feng hot and wanting (horny). Then they get even closer when they tell stories from their childhoods that often leads to laughter filling Dan Feng's office.

Blade and reader have a.... complicated relationship at first. Reader knows that Dan Feng had a husband before her but doesn't know it's Blade. Blade knew she was the new wife and tried to ignore her but they just somehow always run to one another. Reader always trying to heal him and to get him to rest and Bladie trying to avoid her. But not even Bladie can resist the cursed allure~ of reader-chan.

What I mean is, they sparred once (1) and he's been horny since lmao. XingYue being battle sexuals, we've been knew. They also have a heart to heart moment of reader calming his mara ('Jean grey x Logan" ahh moment) ('only she can calm the monster inside me' ahh moment)

Cursed! Reader is a lot like Nakime from Kny, her hair covering her eyes (maybe she has heterochromia?) and playing an instrument (the pipa). Very quiet and reserved but when she talks, is very sassy and has a sharp tongue.

Slow burn but not really, love triangle but in a poly way (as it should be), angst, maybe comedy? I got a lot of inspiration from Mulan and KnY's hashira training arc ngl. Of course, the fic includes smut.

Let me hear your thoughts on this. Those that wanna get tagged in this potential fic, please say so in the comments.

[loreartisan]

Okay, I've had some time to let my thoughts settle about the River Cartwright/Louisa Guy snippet we saw in the S5 preview and (while I've kind of begrudgingly accepted it) I've come to a conclusion about why I was opposed to it.

For the most part, I've gotten the impression that River is a very very single guy who doesn't really 'go' for women/romantic situations. And to me, this makes sense. I'll elaborate below, if you're curious to see my thought process. If you're one of the ppl who think he really deserves to be with someone, then... idk this is just my own justification. Get ready, I'm going full analytical essay mode here.

Reason 1: He respects boundaries too much. In season 1, when Sid tries telling him the reason she's at Slough House, he tells her that he doesn't want to know since it's likely for personal reasons which is "none of his business". In season 2, when Lamb says that River should 'get' with Kelly if she offers, River is very opposed to this and finds it (rightfully) unethical. In season 3, River tells Louisa that her private life is not Lamb's business and that he shouldn't bring up her "way of processing her trauma". In season 4, he hesitates to share his personal problems with Louisa, emphasizing that he is considerate of "keeping things work related". There are a lot of instances where River shows how he doesn't want to take things beyond what is needed, which to me translates to: friends are all I need.

Reason 2: It's very anti-Bond of him. James Bond is this slick, suave guy who manages to charm every lady he comes across in literally every iteration he's in. One of Bond's most recognizable aspects is how he is always seducing women to get his job done. River is this awkward guy who bumbles most of his social interactions through misunderstandings and sarcasm. Most of River's characterization is on the basis that he thinks he's Bond, but continually proves in many ways how he is the opposite of him. River's relationships with women is another way to telling the audience that he is very far from being the 'perfect' spy that James Bond is.

Reason 3: He's got too much drama around him that renders romance unnecessary. River is likely one of Slow Horse's most intriguing characters, solely based on his family background. The grandson of a legendary spook, the son of an ex-CIA mercenary, the son of a bitter and neglected daughter, the brother to trained assassins who got in trouble with lots of people... There are so many points of interest around River's family alone that I just don't think a romantic plot would benefit his character. It's nice to have rounded, three-dimensional characters, but if a character has too many conflicts and side plots, it can get difficult to keep up with. If I had to choose between the themes of River coming to terms with his family legacy or allowing him to find romance with someone, I'd pick the first option because it seems far more intriguing and has more setup/depth.

There are more subtle reasons here and there, and I know that the book version of River contradicts some of my points, but these are the major aspects behind my pitch for "River should stay single and not be shipped with anyone." I see why he might be shipped with some ppl, but ultimately that is my stance on River's romantic life. His women friends should just stay friends, and I am glad Spider died because that man was TOXIC and i dont know why ppl ship them.

uhhhhh thanks for reading my essay? Hopefully yall see the way I'm thinking (maybe i convinced you to see my side of things too???). Crazy how i did all this based on 0.5 seconds of footage that is likely (in true River fashion) a misunderstanding. Yay for overthinking!

Let me know if my essay was good (was it engaging? was my writing good? did i bring up some dogwater points?), i spent more time on this than I expected but it feels good to air my thoughts out.

TL;DR I am ✨ delusional ✨

[loves1ckmoth]

Hear me out 🙏

Childhood friends to lovers with Maddie Nolen. I'm so on board the "she became a soldier when she was young" thing. So imagine she never really had time for love, never cared to think about it, but for some reason started seeing her bsf (reader) in a new light and developed a crush on her.

The catch is Maddie has no clue if her friend is into women or not, and (after some self-denial) the reader comes out to her as bi and tells Maddie that she helped her solidly confirm her sexual orientation whenever she fell in love with her. And they live happily ever after 💕

MISSING YOU

Childhood friend!Maddie x Reader

Warnings♡: fem reader, reader is bi, maddie is a lesbian, this is before jinxs missile, I really liked this promt it was so cute, happy ending, they make out kinda in a Cafe bathroom

Word count♡: 1425

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Something Maddie repeated in her head frequently when her station made her move into Piltover. While she loved being a soldier, working almost directly under Ambessa as a spy, she missed home. Well, less home and more her best friend. Her best friend had stuck with her through thick and thin, stuck with her when work grew tiring, stuck with her when she couldn’t understand why girls were so prettier than boys.

Her hand was a comfort, a gentle reminder of who was there, a grounding force. So it hit her hard when she learned she would have to go alone. She remembered that boat trip like a bad ex, remembered the squeeze of your hand, remembered the kisses you placed on her cheek as you bid her goodbye. Every memory of you left her tossing and turning in bed, hiding her face in her pillow as she whimpered your name into it.

The act always felt dirty. How could she do that to her best friend who DEFINITELY doesn’t like women and DEFINITELY doesn’t like her like that? The only thing that soothed the guilt inside her was the fact she wouldn’t have to face you for a long time. At least she had thought. Imagine her surprise when she’s stationed in the harbor and you are slowly led down the steps of a Noxian ship.

It took everything in her to remain where she was and not run to your side and grab you. Or even to turn away with embarrassment. She can’t help but stare, looking you over and practically ogling you. Your eyes flit over and she has to distract herself with another passenger. But you, oh so caring, gently brush her hand and drop a note that the guard escorting you doesn’t see. She’d be lying if she said her heart didn’t swell.

She quickly excuses herself to the bathroom, slipping the note into her pants so no one will see it. Once she’s sure she’s alone, she slowly unwraps it, craving to bring it to her nose to smell the sweet perfume that she’s been missing for a couple of years now. “Meet me downtown at the cafe at lunch <3” She almost falls to her feet reading it, ecstatic at finally getting to see you again even if you’ll be watched by peering eyes everywhere.

Time moves slowly for the rest of her shift and she wants to claw her skin off waiting for it to be over. Her stomach has started churning as she thinks about the interaction. What will you think of her? What if she couldn’t control herself? What if everything she thought about you started tumbling out of her mouth and you thought she was some weird pervert? What if you left completely?

Her hands are clammy and her face flushed, but she’s overjoyed the second it hits noon and she’s allowed her break. She doesn’t change out of her uniform but does splash her face with some cold water and makes sure she looks fine before she sets out.

Her mind continues to race as she walks through town but it all fades into nothing as she finally opens the door to the cafe and sees you. She's completely blown away. You’re a vision, perfect and beautiful. She huffs and sits down at the table with you. “Maddie, you made it!” You shout, ignoring the sideways glance you get from a couple of people in the cafe.

“Of course I did. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” She says, hoping you ignore the nervousness. You’re bubbly as ever, completely invested in her as you look her over. She can feel her face slowly turning the same shade as her hair when your eyes narrow and glance at her lips.

“So… How is Noxus?” Maddie asks slowly and you refocus on the conversation, sighing. “About the same as it used to be. Oh my gods, wait did you hear? That awful couple you always complained about on your patrols finally broke up. You both slowly ease your way into gossiping. She missed this. Missed the way your eyes would light up when she got you to laugh. It’s a sickeningly sweet thing to feel again.

“Maddie?” Your voice has gotten a bit lower, more nosy than before. “Have you got your eye on anyone? Any girls here meet your standards?” What is she meant to say to you? Does she admit it? No, not fully. But she’ll start slow.

“Not here, but I do have my eyes on a girl back home that I’ve been missing.” She adores the way your eyebrows shoot up, a scheming look coming across your face. “Oh? Who?” She thinks about how she should go about this. She doesn’t want you to figure it out but she also wants to pour her heart out onto the table and let you dissect it. Thankfully, a waitress comes up to take your orders and it distracts you long enough for her to piece herself together.

The waitress winks at Maddie and as she turns to look at you, she can see jealousy cross your face like you tasted something sour. Hope sparks in her chest but she knows not to get ahead of herself. “I can’t tell you. I don’t want you to blab to her when I’m not there to stop you.”

You look disappointed and it takes everything in her not to grab your face and soothe you like she used to back home. “Come on, don’t pout. Do you have any interest in anyone?” A push to move the conversation away from her and onto you. You splutter, turning red. “Kind of? I think… I think I like a girl.” She’s taken aback by your statement. “You are!? I thought you liked boys?” You look so nervous, head in your hands and shaking it. “I do? I don’t know, it’s all so confusing. But I like this girl. I don’t want to ask because we’re already friends and if I end up ruining everything I’ll never forgive myself.”

Your tone is solemn and it hurts her heart. “I’m in the same boat. It sucks.” Your hands are clasped in hers, and you look up at her longingly. Her heart squeezes in her chest and she glances at you. “Hey… I have an idea. Come with me.” She says, grabbing your hand and dragging you into the bathroom.

It’s a bad move, she knows that just as well as the next person. But what’s wrong with taking a chance, right? You follow along so easily, it’s almost like you want this just as much as she does. She brings you over to the bathroom and shoves you in a stall, locking the door behind the both of you.

“Maddie? What’s going on?” You say before she stops you, grabbing your face with a stronger force than she meant. Your lips collide and instead of pulling away, you melt into her. Your kisses are sweet and tender, but she worries she’s not giving you enough. As if knowing her thoughts, you take control, nipping at her lips before pulling away with a gasp.

Her brain short circuits and she splutters as she attempts to explain. You shush her, gently stroking her face and she lets out a hushed whimper. “Was that girl back home me…?” Your voice is so soft and she wants to give you complete control. Instead of speaking, she nods. Your smirk widens and you kiss her again. “You’re my girl too.”

The moment is awkward and silent for a moment before her voice pipes up. “So what are we now…?” If she could melt into a puddle, she would. Your eyes are so soft and so loving. “What do you want to be?”

“More than friends.”

“Is that it? Just… more than friends? Not girlfriends, not partners, not lovers?”

She’s silent. She’s never felt this way before. She’s always been so busy. She’s still busy! But she wants to make time for you. And she will. “Girlfriends?” You smile brightly, pecking a kiss onto her lips with a shove that makes her falter. You giggle as you help her stand properly. “Then we are girlfriends.”

There’s a thud from a stall over as some frustrated woman yells at the both of you. “I’m trying to piss! Get the hell out of the bathroom!” Her voice startles you both, and you scurry out of the bathroom and back into the cafe.

Hai hai hai hope you like this ♡♡ I loved writing this, and it was really fun to branch out with a character I don't know very well!! Reblogs and likes are most appreciated ♡

[one-idea]

Hello… I just found your blog, and after reading some of your work, I decided to send you this idea, to know what you think…

It takes place on the Mobi Dick, before Blackbeard's takeover…

FemAce is sick, to the point that she has vomited on more than one occasion, they end up putting her on light duty and with restrictions on certain foods until further notice…

Well, it turns out that between gossip and misunderstandings, the rumor that FemAce is pregnant is spread… and then someone comments that they saw her arguing with a blond revolutionary with a top hat…

So a group of crazy Whitebeard pirates end up starting a war against the Rev because one of them got pregnant and left his little sister…

…… Or how due to lack of communication the pirates declare war on the revolutionaries, when their 2nd commander got sick to his stomach a couple of weeks after discovering that his older brother Sabo is alive and He is an amnesiac revolutionary.

Okay I am a sucker for a good gender bender. I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea but I’ve always had a soft spot for it when done right.

I love this idea.

Because Ace went on a mission and ran into Sabo. Her brother who she’s though was dead for nine years (let’s they are 19 in this and it’s a year before the canon begins)

Obviously she is distraught. Even more so when she tries to talk to him and he doesn’t remember her. They get into a small fight because she’s desperate for him to remember and he’s there like “who is this crazy pirate??”

He slips away from her (he is a super secret spy) and Ace is heart broken. She’s lost her brother again. She has no idea where he is. She looked but she has to return to the Moby.

When she gets there she’s super upset. She won’t talk to anyone, and locks herself in her room. She’s barely eating and what she does eat she can’t keep down. She’s making herself sick over her thoughts on Sabo. Did he truly forget them? Was it just her? Was she not good enough to remember? Was he happier without her around? She’s making herself miserable with all her spiraling what ifs.

The crew is worried. Ace is normally a ball of energy, till she passes out. It’s not like their little sister to mope in her room. She hasn’t done that since she officially joined the crew. The Ex-Spade members are super worried as are Thatch, Marcos, and Haruta.

Ace isn’t letting any of them in. She’s not letting Marcos, Deuce, or any of the medic staff look her over. They know she’s sick so they put her on light duty.

But with a ship as big as that rumors are bound to start. You’ve got a young, beautiful woman, who has left home completely alone, and comes back heart broken. She’s also getting sick all the time. She can’t keep any food down and she’s avoiding the medical team like the plague. Could it be? Is she?

Rumors start.

And with rumors comes speculation. Marco wants to crush this so he sends some people he trusts to go talk to the people on the island where Ace’s last mission was. He’s expecting the report to come back with “there’s a virus sweeping through the island with the same symptoms.” Or something like that. Something that would allow them to take action to help Ace and also squash the rumors about her.

Imagine his surprise when the scouts come back with reports about how Ace was seen with a Blond haired Revolutionary. That she kept chasing after him and the two got into many verbal disagreements. That Ace, their darling little sister, was alone for mutiple days with this boy. And now she’s sick and heartbroken.

Best case scenario, she had a crush and he broke her heart. The Whitebeard pirates will break his bones if that’s the case.

Worst case scenario… Marco needs to talk to Ace.

The investigation does the opposite of quelling the rumors. They are more rampant than ever. And know they have a face to go with them. And an organization.

Marco is trying to figure out how to best approach Ace to ask these invasive questions.

The crew (mainly lead by Thatch, Haruta, Izou, and made of former spade pirates and division 2 members) are planning how they are going to find this revolutionary.

Deuce is the only sensible one here as he tries his best to get his friend to talk to him. He can tell she’s hurting and Ace has never been good with trusting people with her pain. But he’s known her the longest. He was her first mate. If anyone can get her to talk it’s him.

This is mostly him bringing her light meals and sitting outside her door waiting for her to open up in her own time. He’s heard the rumors and they upset him on many levels. One he hates them talking trash about Ace. Two he might still have the biggest crush on his ex-captain. He’s not expecting it to go anywhere or to ‘win her love by being the nice guy’ he’s got a crush but her friendship is more than enough. That doesn’t mean he’s not going to be furious and protective of his friend if someone knocked her up and then abandoned her (I will make everything AceDeuce if you let me. My boy just needs to tell her his feelings)

Meanwhile…

Sabo is having his own mental breakdown because the girl he met won’t leave his mind. He starts doing research and finally his memories snap back into place. And holy crap!!! He has a sister! He has siblings!!

This realization comes just in time for him to start looking for Ace and to run into some very upset Whitebeard pirates.

“I’m looking for Portgas D. Ace!” These are Ace’s crew mates! He’s about to see her again. He can apologize for not remembering her and they can have the reunion they should have. and then he can ask her about Luffy.

The Whitebeard pirates look at this blond haired boy. “You’re a revolutionary aren’t you?”

Sabo normally wouldn’t admit to that but maybe Ace told them about him. If it gets him to his sister faster than… “Yes I-”

That’s all he gets out before getting punched in the face. The fight is on. Sabo is so confused. The revolutionary army has no arguments with the Whitebeard’s. But they are yelling at him for “getting their little sister pregnant.” Which what???? He’s so confused right now. He’d remember that. Wouldn’t he?

So know you have Sabo running from the Whitebeard Pirates while also trying to sneak on to their ship. And Ace who’s just living in her own world completely unaware about the rumors and Sabo’s many near death experiences. Until he finally gets on the ship. He sees her walking and calls out. Ace turns and see him. She’s so happy to see him, and he recognizes her this time! “Sabo!” She starts to run towards him when he gets tackled by about 5 crew members. “What are you doing?” Because what is going on?

The crew are yelling about this being the guy who broke her heart. Which like yes but not the way you think. And then some fool yells something about Sabo being the father. And now both Ace and Sabo are dumbfounded because “that’s my sister/brother”

All in all a weird month or two for the Whitebeard pirates. Their hearts are in the right place but they need to fact check thing before they jump people

[roseaesynstylae]

Star Wars: The Clone Wars: No Prisoners, Chapter One

Hi, Rex. I’d be more enthusiastic, but I know who’s writing you, so I’m mostly just apprehensive.

(I’ve gotten my hands on PDFs of the books, which is very nice. Lots of new options.)

You know, if Traviss stuck exclusively to the clones instead of constantly embellishing her Mandalorian OCs and bashing the Jedi, I feel like we’d all be happier.

Please appreciate Traviss writing something I actually like. It’s so rare that I feel I must point it out every time.

Oh, I’ve heard of this scene. Excuse me while I brace myself.

Somewhere, Alpha-17 is growling, “I did not fucking raise you to think like that.”

…

Pardon me for a moment.

Okay. Okay. I’m calm. I’m fine. I’m calm.

Firstly, why is Pellaeon acting like Kal Skirata? Described as paternal, condescending, sexist… Traviss really can’t keep her OCs out of every single thing she writes.

Connected to that, thanks for ruining the character of a reasonably well-liked individual. When Pellaeon showed up in the Thrawn Trilogy, he was very much a military man, straightforward, and decent enough for someone working for the Empire. He was intended as the Watson to Thrawn’s Holmes, and his entire personality was very Watson-like. Now? He’s Traviss’s watered-down version of her most(in)famous Star Wars character and I hate it.

Secondly, I would be less angry if there was just one thing missing from that little excerpt. Can you guess?

“We do not expose flesh in this ship, not only because it’s unbecoming, undisciplined, and distracting, but because a ship is a dangerous place.”

Distracting.

She’s fourteen years old. Why, exactly, Not!Pellaeon, are you insisting a young girl cover up like that? If it was just “The ship is dangerous, please cover up,” I’d be annoyed by the way it’s done, but I could at least understand the reason. Traviss, what the hell were you thinking when you wrote this?

Also, why is Ahsoka just going along with this? This is the girl who was talking back to Mace Windu and the rest of the Jedi Council. Now she’s just rolling over? Traviss, you didn’t bother to watch a single fucking episode of the show, did you?

I already know the answer to that question.

Rex, your older brother-father combo is extremely disappointed in you. Alpha-17 is going to put you through your paces the next time he sees you.

Anyway, that’s that. There’s some other stuff about Pellaeon’s ex spying on possible Separatists, but there really wasn’t anything interesting in it, and that scene took it out of me.

First impression? I’m not impressed. Pellaeon and Rex have both been turned into assholes and Ahsoka’s OOC. Traviss, you’re hired by Disney to write for them. It’s one thing when fanfic is out of character, but you were brought on professionally. Your editor should have checked for their personalities and for continuity. You should have read and watched the media the characters you’re using come from. I mean, you didn’t watch the damn movies when you were hired to write for the franchise, so I’m not surprised, but still.

[lovelygarbageday]

Hazbin Hotel Ideas: Platonic AppleRose edition with some RadioApple if you squint

Idk where this has come from, but I've been kicking around the idea of Lucifer & Rosie in my head. Like, not even the idea of them as a ship but just them interacting at first.

I could see Charlie trying to set them up at first as just "meeting with an overload over coffee", but Rosie would see right through that. Lucifer would be completely oblivious. Alastor would be furious but unable to do much, wishing to humor Charlie.

Rosie would play along with the "date" just to humor Charlie and aggravate Alastor, but Lucifer is a natural charmer and a sweetheart, and she does find herself enjoying his company.

Alastor assists Charlie in spying on them, playing the helpful friend but also having to suppress his rage whenever Lucifer gets too flirty with HIS best friend. Charlie just squeals in barely disguised delight when anything vaguely romantic happens.

Lucifer, for his part, is nervous hanging around with Rosie in Cannibal Town at first, but she is talkative, sweet, and has a biting wit, and he enjoys the adult company after being alone for so long.

A lot of what they talk about is Charlie and the hotel, but when Lilith is touched on Rosie backs off with grace, letting Lucifer know that he doesn't have to say anything. Rosie enjoys regaling Lucifer with tales of her various ex-husbands.

When the "date" ends, Rosie slyly reveals to Lucifer that she suspects this was a setup by Charlie to get him back into dating. Lucifer is at first surprised and embarrassed and tells Rosie he's really not ready for anything romantic but he enjoyed her company as a friend, nonetheless. She lets him know he's always welcome to visit.

Lucifer delights in returning to Cannibal Town for their "dates" for several reasons: It gets Lucifer out of the hotel and socializing again. It gives him a chance to get updates on what's going on with the Overlords. Lastly, it seems to really aggravate Alastor when Lucifer announces what he's doing.

Rosie loves hanging out with Lucifer just as much as she does Alastor! He's so fun and silly and really knows how to dance! If only she could figure out how to get Lucifer & Alastor to get along...

[sonicjustbecause]

Character ages, (ex)canon and head canon (and why I think so)

I only consider character I like most, before them being redundant. Also i look back to the Adventure era, my favourite characterization.

Sonic

Official age used to be 15. I think is fair. Nothing to say.

Amy

Official age was stated to be 12. I would say more a 13 years old. At such young age, just one year change a lot of things. Her mental age at least seem more the one of a 13 years old.

Tails

Official age 8. Since he is a gifted child, is a bit complicated to determine his age. I would say at least 11 years old.

Knuckles

Official age was 16. Another complicated one, this time we are talking of someone with not so bright mind. But the way he acts and his natural maturity makes me think to somebody who is at least 17 years old, perhaps even 18.

Shadow

Uh, here's a difficult one. Ageless but stated to be about 15 in some guides. His mind is also a mess as he is gifted yet vulnerable. He is quite childish in SA2 and in Heroes, but when he is focused he gets very serious and reliable. I would say more about 14/15 if I take in account the hints in SA2 about Shadow being Sonic's younger brother.

Rouge

Official age was stated to be 18. And I strongly disagree with that. She is not like a kid but a woman who is experienced enough to be a capable and reliable spy, and who can read people very well. You can't be this capable and with a name as a reliable secret agent at 18. As young as possible she might be about 25 years old. Good looking, still entusiastic when something good happens.

Eggman

His age was stated to be 50 years old. I think is fair, he looks younger than Gerard but still pretty much an adult.

Now that they're not tied in their age anymore, apparently they have more freedom (especially for the ships). However I think is a double edge sword. Lack of age steal realtability (like when they removed their handedness after the Wii mote).

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Hey y'all! As promised, since I'm back in the TF2 fandom again, here's some stuff!

I decided to make this my "Welcome to my side of the TF2 Fandom obsession" post with headcanons of characters and THEN the official ships!

Also I don't 100% view the comics as canon, mainly due to my personal headcanons and AUs that I had before certain comics denied or confirmed something. I like the idea of the team being split since back when I played the game and didn't read the comics yet I thought it was weird the gang would basically fight people who look like their friends and themselves, so I always did the split, kind of like this pic on who would be in which team-

Also, it adds fun flavor of rival-friendships/shipping-

So I'll remind those who find this post these are mostly for my AUs as my headcanons. Don't like any of the headcanons, opinions, or ships or are just looking for a Tumblr post with 100% canon events of the comics/game/Youtube video series then kindly move along

With that out of the way, let's get started!

Scout - Jeremey :

Baby of the group, obviously :D

As I said earlier I don't do a lot of the canon stuff for my AUSs but I do love the fact Spy is Scout's dad. But in my personal AU BLU Spy is Scout's dad! (Which btw in a separate AU RED Spy and BLU Spy are basically the same dude, kind of? Think of him as a neutral who's main job is to keep people in check and report things)

Scout has not a lot of memories of his dad and was under the impression he died

Scout was bullied in his childhood due to being raised by a single mom and implied his brothers had different dads as well as his struggles in school

With that, I believe in the popular headcanon/theory he has ADHD

Originally joined the team to get away from the Vietnam War drafters, making him a draft dodger

Out of the rest of the mercs, he has a lot more trauma with being respawned/dying and has nightmares sometimes

Obviously doesn't admit it, but he has a cross in his bed side drawer. He hasn't prayed much since he was a kid but was raised Catholic. And on some bad nights he does hold it close

This boy as so many freckles it's insane-

Spy :

Born in the a underworld of sorts, obviously. Was raised to know how to use a knife the same time as walking and talking

With that, he has no idea who his family is. Most likely they died after his birth, more so his mother since she "wasn't needed anymore"

Before the mercs, he was a P.I. / trained assassin who traveled the world and did his jobs quick, easy, unsolved, and no strings or emotions attached

Then one day while out in Boston in 1945 he gets a job to go after a mob boss. And while out in town he stumbles upon a woman about to be mugged. He knew he could ignore it, like any other crime he overhears on the job, but helped once the mugger got too bold. He walked her home afterwards to make sure she was safe and something just... clicked... Then he finds out she was the girlfriend of one of the mob boss's toadies when he dug her past a bit which was not great to learn. Especially when finding out said toady got her pregnant and ditched town the second he found out she was pregnant

He wooed her and the two shared a romantic evening swapping battle scars and dancing under the moonlight. All he told her was he was a solider and a orphan, the closest of truth he ever had with anyone... By a month of this affair, the mob boss is killed and he has to leave. But he wants to stay, especially finding out she's pregnant and he got along with her other boys, whom he find out each were from different fathers who either were dead beats or just plain dead.

So he stayed under a new name and welcomed his son to the world ...But sadly the past caught up to him quick by 1946 and he had to leave his new life to protect them from the life of his sins and crimes...

He knew immidentally seeing Scout's file it was his kid and for the first time in years he visited his ex

It went.... well I guess-

He vowed to never let Scout knows who he is, not because mission oath but because he feels ashamed

Medic - Herbert Ludwig :

First and foremost, dude's fucked up due to trauma and fucked up childhood.

Like at first I was just going to leave it at that but got curious of when he was born if I guessed he was 38 (to match the mid 30's early 40s vague answer we got in canon for his age)

And when doing math I saw it came to be like 1930-

Then I just....remembered he's German... and had to triple check to make sure he wasn't a kid DURING WW2 cause I wasn't thinking it would matter-

...So yeah, he was 9 when WW2 started… was probably 14-15 when it ended and so in my headcanons knowing all this stuff I kind of get why he would be so fucked up.

Obviously he's just fucked up regardless, but now I headcanon in the start of the war he probably witnessed a lot of things he shouldn't have. Maybe his weird humor of death is tied to knowing people who died during the time

So let me just do the angsty headcanons out the way since it's JUST his childhood-

Born by a religious household of a father who failed med school before he got married but a sweet hearted mother

His dad took him hunting at a young age and since then he's always had a fascination with birds and life. His father hated this "sensitive" side of him while his mother encouraged it and even gave him a book of birds as a birthday gift

When the war started he witnessed just how cruel humans can be and how scary death is when his mother died when she was subjected to Aktion T4

Now alone with his dad, he worked hard in these stressful times to be a doctor. But along the way his mental health was taking a deeper and bigger spiral which soon led him to run to America for a clean break

Joined the Mercs surprisingly early on since he had "medical knowledge" a.k.a. dude knew how to stitch and tell the difference of a cold and a blood clot.

Unsurprisingly, he got along with Heavy right away and the two bonded over being the only two learning English and having a weird zone of which they lowkey hide where they're from in a lot of places

He sometimes acts more manic or scary to scare people away

Has abandonment issues (Duh)

Probably has autism

Like peppermint smells. I don't know why, but it makes sense

Baths his birds

Has a little garden of herbs and flowers in honor of his mother, plus some poisonous plants that look pretty but he knows what they're for

Least religious out of all of them, just gave up on God when his mom died

Surprisingly, despite Heavy, he's only close to Scout by a long shot. He just finds the lil' guy neat

Heavy - Misha :

Dad's dead. No questions ask.

Cause this is set in 1968, he does get a bit more racist things said by outsiders due to the whole Cold War thing, but luckily people don't try anything cause they're scared of his height and muscles

Shaves his head for less grabbing when he fights

Had a dog back then named Sacha who passed away being a good guard dog, thus why his favorite gun is named in honor

Was a underground fighter before joining the other Mercs and was purposely scouted out for and hired in person

Him and Medic have dinner together almost every night

Legit the definition of "looks like he'll kill you but is a teddy bear"

Mundy - Sniper :

Spent all his childhood as that kid in the playground more focus on the ants than playing with the other kids

His dad taught him hunting and how to work a gun

Went to a military like camp in his early teens and kind of intimidated everyone with how good he was at the paint ball course and hiding his presence in any hide-n-seek like game. Including hiding his smell.

Was scouted personally by some guy searching for someone willing to go kill a deer for him and won't ask for credit Somewhere along the way he got assignation jobs

Was actually scared the first few times he killed someone. There were even times he literally had to put his gun down and stare off thinking. But over time he knew it was the job, forced himself to not read too much of the file so he won't get attached.

Refuses any job related to kids unless getting rid of some monster who hurts kids

Closest to Miss Pauling since she's who he reports back to most

Claims to not like everyone but has soft spots for everyone

Scout is somehow his closest of a friend you can call for a anti-social assassin

Surprisingly smells good given the fact he rarely baths. He just smells not stinky and it confuses everyone!

Jane Doe - Solider :

FTM Transgender

I know that's a popular yet semi iffy headcanon in the fandom since there's people who say the headcanon is controversial, but I legit thought this was canon before I knew any better

Also, MORE ANGST

One of the sadly very popular things to do for those in the LGBTQ+ community back in the day was "treating them" in conversion camps and asylums. Did you know asylums were legally required to do shock therapy and lobotomies to trans people back them until it "worked"? I found this out for a rp with a friend with a similar time-frame as everyone else and it felt right for our best 'merica boy Mr Doe to have it

He managed to get out of the asylum after they fucked his brain up and went under several name changes while trying to join the army but ultimately failed to stick to one for one reason or another (some he was found out and some he was just "too crazy")

Also check out this video, cause it basically made me feel less alone in certain headcanons of Soldier

Did underground top surgery

His childhood was a lot of yelling and a lot of struggles in school

His whole family was military and wanted to do it too when he got older but was told against it

Though one bar fight he was in is how he got scouted to work for the team, works well since he had so much knowledge of weapons and stuff thanks to his dad and granddaddy.

While everyone is either not religious or religious to some fault, Solider does visit church often for confession or just to find peace and pray

Dell - Engineer :

Favorite guy. I adore him!

Loves his family a lot

Won science fairs back when he was a kid

Learned guitar from his mom

Him and Heavy and Scout lowkey rival of the one who loves their mom most title

Amazing cook. Like if he and Medic cook together the whole base is flooded in excitement

The second least common to think of romance out of the crew but does long to have a family of his own

His idea of paradise is the warm sun, a rocking chair or porch swing, a big glass of iced tea, and just an amazing few

Wants a dog one day

Tavish - Demo :

EEEEEEY WHAT UP FELLOW SCOTTISH BEAN!

His childhood was loud, but not full of yelling like Soldier's childhood, just loud from his family's bomb making legacy

Hasn't fully moved on in the grief when losing his parents

Started drinking when he was 12 and hasn't stopped since

Big softie but thick and high walls

Will lay his life for any of his teammates

Like Engie, he wants a family one day but is insecure about his looks

If someone is racist to him, you bet your ass and Scrumpy his team will kill and hide the bodies

Pyro :

To be honest, Pyro's a little hard for headcanons but AMAZING at deep dives

I can go on for HOURS of what could be up with Pyro, why they're so into fire, but that'd take forever so let me just do what I can do with stuff from AUs over the years

In one AU Pyro is a woman who has a kid to raise alone which is why she works with the Merc

In another AU Pyro was someone who went though Hell and back and was basically saved by the team

Pyro always smells like smoke but like in a good way. Think a roasting marshmallow

Besties with Engie and Miss Pauling most

Now, onto ships!

Starting with HeavyMedic!

Literally if you don't sense something's up with them if you saw them, then what were you looking at??

They literally get each other

I actually loved them before I ever knew shipping was a thing

First said "I love you"s when the gang finished a fight and Medic was patching Heavy up

Next up: Texas Toast

I just think they're neat

Like I feel like Engie would understand Pyro most

Not a lot to say besides that I like them

Except this is their song:

SPEEDINGBULLET!

Okay, I wasn't into it in the start since shipping wasn't my focus originally

And also while watching Emesis Blue I liked Medic x Scout

But GOSH DARN IT DID SPEEDING BULLET TRIGGER MY HEART FASTER THAN SNIPER PULLING THE TRIGGER

Deep talks when both are awake, swapping beers and cigarettes

Sniper thought Scout was hella annoying at first (Which he still is) but grew a soft spot for the pipsqueak after a while

He does feel bad knowing Spy is Scouts dad and can't say anything

Oh speaking of Scout-

Yeah again I blame Emesis Blue for this

Like what doctor would put a random patient above his own life in a sense he would legit go and face a dangerous place to save him???

Thank you @cheemscakecat for making a post talk about this, check out their actual post for more looks into how much our favorite doctor cares for Scout

Though in actual canon I would like to imagine Scout crushed on Medic was lowkey a daddy issues crush

With all that, I do personally ship Sniper, Scout, Medic, and Heavy as a OT4! I even made a playlist!

Moodboard making is up for requests, I know I promised it but I'm tired since I've been working this all night and only now went back and edited things

[lilisouless]

Okay lets go

A reminder, this is just for fun and content, an exploration, something that doesn't matter. I don't want anyone to go and take screenshots and sending them to twitter going "this person doesn't agree with the canon couples!" "Lilisouless? more like lilibrainless!" and using my dear layer against me. This is purely experimental and if i catch any of you use this for real discourse i swear-!

Also i am sorry but i can't find the friends tiktok, there´s a similar one but i think it´s not the same. If someone gets it, let me know.

Okay, so lets see ships alternatives for the crows if they weren't with their canon LI

This wasn't exactly personal taste (you´ll understand when you read it) if it was personal taste and my multiship likeness it would be Nina/Inej, Kaz/Matthias, Wylan/Kuwei and Jesper with a self insert named Lulu. And obviously each partner options are on the case they don't have romantic feelings for their canon partner.

I did this thinking on story alternatives. Spoiler: there´s only one crow x crow pairing and most of them are crack ships. Now let´s star:

Nina, i name her first because this may be dissapointing: I think it should still be Hanne, technically cheating but i can take her old friend Nestor as a dead lover and Hanne as the eventual endgame. The difference being she actually encounters Hanne at the Ice Court then the Nik Duology happens.

Matthias: Saying Kaz is tempting, but i will actually say: Alys. She is is about the crows age after all. My reasoning was that she still has a personality extroverted enought to provide a fun constrast, matches Matthias´s gentlemany manners, i could see her being like "hey, you sound like one of the kidnappers, the one that rubbed my feet" and having a small lived romance., or he may as well even get to live here.

Wylan: Kuwei honestly, i see Wylan being nice to him until they sort of start being annoying to each other, then developing a frienship eventually when they bond over being lonely and the loss of their fathers (metaphorically with Wylan)

The next ones are on cancellable land, just remember this is purely an experiment.

Inej: if you are wondering why i didn't write Nina despite being a very Ninej enthusiast, well the think is that they´d be too perfect, beautiful but if i want the slowburn and something to build a main couple energry, i think Jesper would be a better fit. In canon, Inej was Jesper´s person before Wylan came, as much as he was besties with Bollinger and close to Kaz, she always was his best friend. Jesper also always respected her. Now their individual struggles could give a decent subplot, Jesper not feeling he is good enought to her so he wouldn't bother to pursuing but still supporting her, Inej being the only person who tries to understand him, to me they are better with someone inside the group that with an outsider.

Kaz: So Kaz is the one i decided won't be in a wholesome romantic storyline, that can only happen with Inej. No, i am not saying Imogen, she is fine as an ex, and i think (no joking i mean it) Matthias is not a bad option honestly, like helnik´s hostility without the fluff. But the actual proposal i have is this: Saskia. Or whatever her real name could be. You see, lets say she is another member of the crew, a spy for Rollins, maybe Kaz knows, maybe he doesn't, she may regret whagt happened to Jordie but doesn't know how to confess, maybe she didn't even know what she was doing since she was a child and wants revenge for whatever Kaz did to her, the posibilities are a lot enought to go crazy with the possible dynamic. Would probably not have a happy ending but would make an interesting story.

I would like to hear what alternatives people would give instead. Pure fanfic and au talk here, wheter if i agree or disagree.

[ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes]

The Phoenix and the Crow

part forty

pairing: kaz brekker x fem!reader

genre: neutral/fluff

el's thoughts: it's been sooooo long since i've written and i'm afraid that i'm a little rusty haha, but here you go!!

masterlist

As the schooner sped south, it was as if the whole crew was sitting vigil. Everyone spoke in hushed tones, treading quietly over the decks, hyper-aware of Y/N lying in bed in Kaz’s room.

The Ferolind felt like a ghost ship. Kaz was sequestered with Y/N, and he’d asked for Wylan’s help caring for her. Even if Wylan didn’t love chemistry, he knew more about tinctures and compounds than anyone. So the chemist and Nina spent every waking minute trying to nurse their resident Inferni back to health.

Anyone who entered the room Y/N was staying in could instantly feel how stressed Kaz was. They would have to be blind not to have noticed the toll her illness took on him. The deep dark circles that rested under his eyes seemed worse than they’d ever been before. His sleeping habits were nonexistent before, yet he never let it show. But now he looked weak. Physically ill. Within the few days he’s been waiting for Y/N to wake up he appeared to have aged a few years. It was nothing a proper night’s sleep, shower, and meal couldn’t fix, but it disturbed the other Crows to see him in such a state.

Nina and Inej finally got him to bathe himself, the Heartrender claiming that Y/N would never wake up if he stayed by her side smelling like a Barrel rat. So when Kaz stepped out of the pathetic excuse for a washroom, he nearly collapsed to his knees at the sight of Y/N sitting up in bed.

He was frozen in shock, he was barely able to choke out a few words. “You’re awake.”

Y/N jumped slightly and groaned at the jolt it gave her body.

“Sorry,” Kaz walked to her bedside while rubbing the thin fraying towel in his hand through his hair.

“It’s fine,” she coughed in reply. Her hand blindly feeling for a cup on the table next to her. Kaz reached for the pitcher and poured the cold water into the glass before handing it to her. Y/N smiled at him gratefully and chugged the water down before placing the cup back. “Thank you.”

“How…” Kaz cleared his throat before murmuring quickly. “How’re you feeling?”

Y/N pushed herself higher up on her pillows, “More alive than I could’ve claimed earlier.”

She’s alive.

That’s all that mattered to Kaz in that very moment. The reward that waited for him completely left his mind for just a spilt second as he mentally relaxed over the comforting fact that she was still with him.

She’s alive.

~

Y/N had always known there was a good chance they wouldn’t make this journey home at all, that they’d end up in cells in the Ice Court or skewered on pikes. But she’d figured that if they managed the impossible task of rescuing Yul-Bayur and getting back to the Ferolind, the trip back to Ketterdam would be a party. They’d drink whatever Spect might have squirreled away on the ship, eat the last of Nina’s toffees, recount their close calls and every small victory. But she never could have foreseen the way they’d been cornered in the harbor, and she certainly couldn’t have imagined the type of sacrifice she’d made in order to get them out of it. But as she looked around the deck she knew that she would do it all over again in a heartbeat.

These people had grown to be her family much against her will. If some heaven-sent Saint came to her only two years ago and told her that she would become the closest friends with a convict, a sharpshooter, a runaway, a spy, one of her ex-soldiers, and a thief… She would have laughed in their face. But here she sat, wrapped in a warm blanket brought to her by the Suli spy, drinking a cup of tea made by the runway mercher’s kid. Her skin had grown pale and carried a constant cold sweat despite the cool ocean breeze flowing through her hair and over her skin. But she was well enough to finally leave the room and walk about the main deck for a short while.

When Kerch finally appeared on the horizon, Y/N felt a strange mixture of relief and trepidation. She knew that their lives were about to change, and she could only hope for the better while she prayed to any Saint above that Nikolai received her letter in time.

They dropped anchor, and when nightfall came, Jesper had asked Kaz if he could join him and Rotty in the longboat they were rowing to Fifth Harbor. Y/N knew they didn’t need him, but she could tell he was desperate for a distraction.

A few hours later she could see them down a canal, making their way back to the ship.

“Look at that,” Kaz said, holding the paper out for Y/N to read. Congratulations. Your country thanks you.

The words left a funny feeling to settle in her stomach as Jesper laughed. “As long as my country pays cash. Does the council know the scientist is dead?”

“I put it all in my note to Van Eck,” Kaz said. “I told him that Bol Yul-Bayur was dead but that his son is alive and was working on jurda parem for the Ferjdans.”

“Did he haggle?”

“Not in the note. He expressed his ‘deep concern,’ but didn’t mention anything about price. We did our job. We’ll see if he tries to bargain us down when we get to Vellgeluk.”

Jesper glanced at the Inferni quickly before turning his attention back to Kaz. “Will Wylan come with us to meet with Van Eck?”

“No,” Kaz said, fingers drumming on the crow’s head of his cane. “Matthias will be with us, and someone needs to stay behind with Y/N. Besides if we need to use Wylan to twist his father’s arm, it’s better that we don’t show our hand too early.”

Y/N glared at Kaz’s profile as he spoke. Jesper looked between the two and quickly made a lame excuse to leave.

“What do you mean I stay behind?”

“You’re in no condition to come with us, you’re still weak.”

Y/N scoffed but a coughing fit instantly followed. “I’m not weak, besides you’ll need the Ravkan representative present during the trade.”

Kaz stared at her for a moment, flicker of emotion flared behind his eyes before he turned away. Y/N reached her index finger to lock it with his.

“I know your concern, but my presence is needed and you can’t deny that. I promise I’ll be careful.”

“You can’t make promises you can’t keep,” Kaz said and looked back at her. “Since when are you known to be careful?”

The inferni chuckled and leaned closer to his side, barely leaning her head against his shoulder. “Thank you for trusting me.”

Kaz gave no reply as he stood stiffly beside her with no intention of leaving.

~*~

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[weuweekdust]

🐍 fluffysasha Follow Ok but harland feels like such a beautiful coming out allegory. Have you thought about the way that he has to keep coming out to the party? Even though being gay is accepted in Wildemount he still comes out as a hollow one, as an ex spy, as a lolth follower, in this essay i will

☠️ pirate-lena Follow Heads up OP supports comphet Harlena

🐍 fluffysasha Follow How did you read my entire post and think that comphet harlena had anything to do with it

☠️ pirate-lena Follow Its literally about harland coming out. How would that not be relevant

🐍 fluffysasha Follow So all of my meta is useless because i want to respect the lived experiences of LGBT people everywhere??? I was talking about comphet Harlena to my sister who Just divorced her husband (they are on good terms btw people literally always think that the comphet Harlena community hates lesbians and men being freidns but that is NOT true) and she started crying. She’s obsessed with WEU now she literally changed her ex husban’s name to Harland on her phone you needc to go outside and meet REALY GAY PEOPLE and see HOW MANY MIDDLE AGED GAY PEOPLE (LIKE LENA) SEE THEMSELVESI N COMPHET HARLENA

🌿 adhd-cuthret Follow Comphet shipping is misogynistic hope this helps 💖

🐍 fluffysasha Follow I LITERALLY THINK LENA IS A LESBIAN!!!!! SHE IS THE ONE DOING THE COMPHET OMFG IF SHE WAS STRAIGHT SHE WOULD NEVER HAVE JOINED THE GUARD??? 

⚰️ labrynthlabryna Follow normal people: hey hows it going

🎇 mirianis-spellb00k Follow Are we all gonna just ignore OP called Lena middle aged?????

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[jiubilant]

1, 5, and 10 for kur and wit :)

HURRAY 💖 the terrible two

1. What was the original thought that led to the creation of these characters?

i threw a lot of ideas at the wall when it came to settling on a nerevarine character concept—nothing stuck until i started posting about the urshilaku practice of training cliff racers to hunt game + thought "what sort of steel does it take to reach into a cliff racer's nest and pluck out a hatchling to tame" + kur started manifesting in my mind. then gf got me to read some le carre and it clicked for me that the nerevarine's a spy and a plant + that i could do something fun with a grizzled ex-legionary, ex-intelligence agent who gets swept into playing one last long game (and, for her own purposes, intends to win)

wit exists because i wanted someone to journey alongside kur and bicker with her :) he's a false incarnate but he would never guess it and neither would anyone else. if someone told him that he had to try to fulfill the nerevarine prophecy he really would board the first ship to akavir

5. How did you choose their names and why? Was it simply based on vibes or is there any specific meaning behind their names? Are the reasons behind their names different in- and out-of-universe?

kur: i came up with her name by looking at the urshilaku names listed on uesp. she shares it with a medicinal plant—i think i mentioned wit using it in the piece about him treating the asthmatic child

wit: the name 'surriwit' just popped into my mind and i thought it was cute so i gave it to a crusty old crank

10. What is their main character arc in the story? Where do they start and how do they develop? Do they get a happy ending or is their story a tragic one?

it boils down to kur figuring out how and where to find peace and fulfillment (incarnating an ancient warlord and killing gods doesn't actually help with this...time for plan b) and wit figuring out how to open his heart a little—he's poisonously bitter and cynical but he's had good reason to be. i actually haven't decided whether he lives or dies yet. vote now on your phones

[arcadia75]

Someone tell me they had him see a therapist....

Let's just outline some of the things that have happened to Chakotay in the last 20-ish years or so

Organization that he spend 20+ years of his life in fails to protect his family and home planet

He resigns from said organization

Signs up with rebel organization and who knows what he saw or did those years

Gets flung across the galaxy 70 years from home, x number of his crew killed probably

Sacrifices his ship

Made to put back on the uniform of the organization he abandoned and he has a lot of anger towards (probably)

Finds out his former girlfriend is a Cardassian spy

Gets tortured by aliens and has his ex-girlfriend steals his DNA and says she's pregnant with his baby

get marooned on a planet from a bug bite for the rest of his life

falls in love with the women he's marooned with, who finally comes to terms with being marooned there, and then gets rescued and they go back to being Captain and First Officer

Gets marooned on another, less fun planet

Has some Ferengi mess up a chance to get back to the AQ

Almost dies from a macrovirus (assuming)

Watches his best friend/love of his life die

Gets used by former Borg woman

Has his two best female friends die and has to become Captain (in an alternate timeline)

Brainwashed into fighting in an alien war

Brainwashed again by aliens who capture the ship and make them fight in simulations

Falls in love with a women who forgets him (and he also forgets, so maybe this one doesn't count)

Only one of two survivors of a failed slipstream flight and changes time to save everyone

Goo version of him dies

Sees his captain and best friend and whatever else she is to him lose her mind when they run across another starship in the DQ

Watches his would be girlfriend get it on with a hologram

Has to save the ship when it's splintered into 37 different timelines

Makes a bad choice to date a woman half his age

(I'm probably forgetting a lot from Voyager and have things in the wrong chronological order, but you get the idea)

Then we have like 4 years we know nothing about. Let's hope he was sitting on a beach somewhere relaxing

Becomes captain of an experimental ship and gets lost 52 years in the future on its first mission

Loses his entire crew

Has some Starfleet Cadets change the timeline and instead of being 52 years in the future, he gets throw 10 years into the past and marooned on a p-class planet with his first officer, who then dies

Has to escape from the Mirror Universe

Finally reunited with his former Captain, now Admiral

Becomes Captain of the Voyager-A

Has to drag his best friend/friend with benefits/whatever she is out of a peaceful retirement cuz the synths attacked Mars

So like, he saw a therapist right?? Please? At least once?