#bondmate AU

[texasteaparty]

Hangster Sentinel/guide au

Jake is a Grade A Sentinel who is notoriously self sufficient and continuously denies needing a guide to help stabilize him. He doesn't zone out, doesn't struggle to focus or pull back.

But then he starts to struggle and his best friend Coyote, whose a low level guide, can't help regulate him anymore. But it's getting worse, and he ends up zoning bad one day that took almost an hour to get pulled out of.

So the brass set him up with a slightly high profile guide who was trained by the Navy's best Sentinel Guide bondmates.

Bradley Bradshaw is both infuriating and intriguing and Jake can't help but want to learn as much as he can about the guide. And sure, maybe he doesn't quite get off on the right foot, but he's sure this is his fated mate.

They get into a rhythm, and Jake finally begins to trust Bradley when he helps Jake out of a zone that came outta nowhere.

They bond a year after they meet, and Jake gets to meet Bradley's dad's, the infamous Sentinel Tom "Iceman" Kazansky and his Guide Pete "Maverick" Mitchell.

Basically just , they're so good for one another.

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➳ Victorian Boy by @audreyhheart {E, 101k}

Victorian AU. Harry the virgin Duke of Somerset knows little of love, while Louis the sly Duke of Warwick knows too much. When the two dukes come together for the Bilsdale fox hunt in York, Harry finds himself drawn into Louis' bed. But when secrets from Louis' dark past come to light, Harry fears that the fox isn't the only one being hunted.

➳ knock knock, i love you by beautlouis {E, 86k}

“Well,” Louis says, searching for something to relieve this tension. “I think if a bloke gets kicked out of his stats exam for a knock knock joke, he deserves to hear the punchline, yeah?”

“Oh!” Harry says, beaming. “I forgot where we left off, what was it again?” He looks overjoyed to be exchanging a shit joke.

“Ah, you said knock knock, then I said who’s there, and then you said Noah,” Louis supplies helpfully. He hates that he's actually curious about the rest of the joke. “So, Noah who?”

“Oh,” says Harry, in a much different tone, dragging out the syllable. He looks bashful now. Louis cannot keep up with this boy, it's going to kill him. “Right, well.” He shuffles his feet. Fuck, what kind of knock knock joke gets a boy nervous? “Noah a good place we could get something to eat?”

[Harry and Louis get kicked out of a statistics exam for passing a knock knock joke note, and subsequently fall in love. Harry's a virgin, there's a cat, a hot cocoa date, a lot of sex, even more knock knock jokes, and everything is lovely and happy.]

➳ In The Still Of The Night by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom {E, 68k}

In a society where omegas are expected to follow a predetermined path, Louis strives for more; for his voice to be heard, for recognition, for true love.

In a world where your past defines your future, Harry fights against the system; for equality, for a different life, for acceptance.

When their two worlds collide, will they be beaten down by conformity or will they rise up and forge a new path together?

OR the Dirty Dancing AU where Louis is a feisty omega who wants to change the world, Harry is an alpha from the wrong side of the tracks, and nobody puts Louis in a corner.

➳ and i would search the night sky to find you by devilinmybrain / @thedevilinmybrain {E, 56k}

Harry Styles is a high class, well-bred Omega attending Bosworth Academy - a prestigious boarding school looking over the small town on Kinsey. He has his whole life already planned for him, learning his place as the potential mate for an important Alpha, practicing his home making skills, and be obedient above all else.

When he attends a school trip into town though, he meets Louis Tomlinson - a blacksmith and mouthy Alpha who doesn't particularly care for the standards of high society nor for the people in it. But things are not always what they seem and a past grievance may change the lives of everyone involved forever.

➳ lemon eyes by @turnyourankle {E, 50k}

It's not proper for omegas to mess around with alphas before finding their bondmate. But Harry doesn't give a damn what's proper and fully intends on getting as much experience as he can before even trying to find one. As far as he's concerned, the right alpha won't care, and he'll have some fun on the way.

And who better to start with than Louis Tomlinson, the alpha with the worst reputation on campus?

➳ see-through, need you by @holdingontochaos {E, 50k}

Louis has a crush. He’s also a 19 year old virgin. Determined to get some experience before he goes out with his crush he enlists the help of his ex best friend—known in the university to get around, and star football player, Harry.

Harry agrees to help Louis practice and learn, and Louis always has been a good student.

OR the one where himbo Harry helps virgin Louis practice fucking.

➳ No Hold to Hold Onto by @kingsofeverything {E, 47k}

Injured after being thrown from a bronc, Harry doesn’t know if he’ll ever compete again.

His only hope is a man called Tommo, a world champion rider who retired at the top of his game.

When Harry goes looking for help learning a new way to rope and ride, the last thing he expects to find is love.

➳ The Unholy Trinity (series) by wickedarcher_08 / @wicked-archer {E, 40k}

When Harry Styles started acting different after his 26th birthday, Father Louis Tomlinson is the only one that may be able to save his soul. He has successfully performed exorcisms before. This should be easy. Until it isn't. Harry is more than he seems. The battle of wills test every bit of faith Louis has. And Harry? Well, he's just getting started.

"Watch and pray that you may not enter into temptation. The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak."- Matthew 26:41.

➳ Only by @allwaswell16 {E, 33k}

Although Louis Tomlinson lived most of his life on the most remote island in the world, now he’s ready to leave home, attend university, and maybe have a chance at finding his soulmate. Prince Harry Styles reluctantly leaves London for yet another diplomatic visit, this time to the tiny island of Tristan da Cunha.

Or the one where the electric touch of Louis’ soulmate isn’t enough to discount that he's a bit of a dickhead.

➳ But Why Wonder, Why Wonder? by @100percentsassy {E, 30k}

The one where Marcel Styles has improbably landed a job in the fashion industry, and Louis Tomlinson is the actor-turned-lingerie-designer he’s been infatuated with for years.

➳ dip you in honey by delsicle / @eeveedel {E, 28k}

Princess Harry, the pearl of England, is set to be married to the youngest prince of France in just six months. Anxious about his performance on his wedding night, he enlists the help of his loyal handmaiden Louis to help him practice everything he needs to know

Omega/Omega AU

➳ Ever Since I Tried Your Way by fairytalefemme / @lesbianiconharrystyles {E, 25k}

Harry had been kissed before, but never like this.

He’d shared sweet, curious kisses behind bleachers and in soda shop booths, one or two more daring ones in cars parked on dark suburban streets, but the girls he’d kissed had never filled him with the desperation that erupted from Louis’ touch. He parted his lips and pulled him closer, as though he could breathe Louis straight into his lungs, as if he could swallow him. He wanted to consume Louis the way he consumed the body and blood of Christ. He wanted to place Louis on his tongue and feel him dissolve into a frothy mess of starch and saliva. He wanted to gulp him down until his teeth were stained purple and he was drunk on him. He wanted him in some violent holy way that made his hands shake where they were twisted in Louis’ shirt.

In 1949 Harry left his bride at the altar, running away from the only life he'd known. When a kindhearted farmer offers him a ride in his truck and a place to sleep the two find themselves inexplicably drawn together. Isolated on Louis' farm with nobody but a field of dairy cows to intrude, the men are finally able to explore the parts of themselves they've spent their lives hiding away.

➳ taken by lust’s strange inhumanity by CuckooTrooke / @larrydoinglaundry {E, 20k}

One of the reasons Harry said 'yes' in the first place was because he believed Louis Tomlinson, the campus’ most notorious “bad boy”, would be here.

And much to Harry's triumph and dismay, Louis is here but the last time Harry got a glimpse of him, he had a pretty omega wrapped around him, clinging onto the flaps of his leather jacket while nosing his scent glands.

Maybe that’s just the story of Harry's life; always infatuated with the wrong people.

OR The one with all the jealous snarling, awkward first kisses and one unforgettable night.

➳ Behind Smoke Stained Curtains by @jaerie {E, 19k}

It was a particularly lonely night when Harry walked through his door with a flurry of snow. He was a little rough around the edges with a trucker hat pushed down over untamed long hair. He looked a little greasy, a shower definitely not in his recent past. His tan Carhartt work coat was smudged with dirt and oil and caked with grime, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. The scent was overwhelming as soon as he walked in, unmasked alpha from days on the road stewing in a cab of his own pheromones. Louis was sure it was so deep into the fabric of his coat that no amount of washing would ever truly remove the stench.

The worlds align when Louis meets an alpha from the road with as many secrets as he holds himself.

➳ Just Like a Woman by superglass / @gaymoustache {NR, 16k}

“Hey!”

The man startles up, blinking around before tilting his head up to catch Louis’ gaze. His eyes are wide and innocuous, like a child, and he parts his cherry lips in search of the words on his tongue. In French, jumbled conjugations and a smidge too much of an English accent:  “Oui? Tout va bien?”

He shakes his head. And responds, in English: “Yeah, erm— what are you?”

An even more frightened look in return; even the little old landlord passing through the courtyard glances up at him like he’s gone crazy. “ Est-ce que tout se passe bien, Mr Tomlinson?”

“Oui, oui,” Louis says, waving him off with a flick of his wrist before focusing his attention back on the man and his daughters. Come on, he thinks, I’ve got to get this down before I forget. He repeats himself: “What are you?”

Lips spreading into an amused smile now, something sensational, an unbelievably charming smile. Oh god, Louis thinks. He’s probably too charming for his own good. “I’m… um… a person? Is this a trick question?”

or Louis is a writer living in Paris for the year. Harry is the charming art student and au pair of the family across the courtyard. Paris 1970s au.

➳ In All Its Imperfections by BriaMaria / @briannamarguerite {E, 15k}

From: Louis Tomlinson To: Undisclosed Recipients

Hello!

I’ve asked the front desk and you lovely folks are the ones who are on the same level as me in the car park. I found a to-do list today that looked somewhat important because it has lines of poetry scribbled at the bottom that seemed like they might be for a card project. The stationary has a moose in a canoe at the top of it (and he is quite adorable). Let me know if it’s yours!

Cheers!

“Oh. My. Fucking. God,” Harry whispered, his eyes darting over the sentences again willing them not to make sense. They did, they did make sense. “Oh. My. Bloody. Fucking. God.”

The next thing he knew he was on the floor, staring at the ceiling, with a very concerned Liam hovering over his head.

"What happened, mate?" Liam asked.

Harry just pointed to his computer.

Liam bent over Harry’s desk to read the email. “What? This isn’t bad. Is that your to-do list? Did you finally come up with the inside text for those cards?”

“Leeyum" he groaned. “It’s what’s on the list.”

“Oh,” Liam paused for a beat. “Is it dirty stuff?”

Harry nodded.

There was more silence. And then, “Dirty stuff with Louis?”

➳ Heart Eyes by @snowy38 {E, 10k}

He fidgeted nervously, long fingers pushed through his soft fringe, fingertips lingering on the thick curls that he felt formed there. He hoped his hair looked okay. He hoped he looked okay.

He hoped-

“Oi oi!” Niall’s loud, Irish voice cut into the small space along with the loud chatter of the party; the door assumingly opened. He swallowed.

“Fuck off!” A northern accent complained; the sound of bodies wrestling before it went quiet again; the clunk of the lock confirming to him that his suitor was now locked inside.

Harry knew the voice. He knew. And if he hadn’t known the voice, he would have known the smoky, sweet scent of the boy before him. Seventeen years old, friends since they were eight, and they’d never been pushed into the kissing cupboard together before.

➳ Devil in my brain, whispering my name by @lunarheslwt {E, 9k}

“Tell me, angel, are you curious? To know what it’s like, to be touched…” Louis tapped his lip lightly, “here?” A short, harsh breath fanned across his finger. “Or,” Louis drawled, bringing their hips together with a sharp pull, making Harry gasp once again, louder, “here?” “Louis…” “Or maybe even,” Louis skimmed a taunting hand past the curve of his clothed arse, merely grazing, “here?” Harry shuddered viscerally. “Please.” “So polite, so proper,” Louis mocked, “will you let me taint you just a little, hmm? Let me show you how good it feels to give in to temptation?”

Or, Louis, a demon, shows Harry, an angel, just how good it can feel to give in to temptation and sin.

➳ every day and tomorrow night by @justanothershadeofblue {E, 8k}

Harry stares. The new boy is beautiful, there’s no other word for him. He’s got caramel brown hair in a tousled cut and cheekbones for days, skin that’s tanned a deep gold, and eyes a shade of blue that’s visible even from across the room. He’s standing with his hands on his hips and one knee slightly bent, his thighs thick where they extend past the ragged hem of his denim shorts. His biceps are defined and his hands look small but capable, and Harry’s mouth is quite literally watering.

“What’s his name?” Harry asks, without taking his gaze off the boy in the doorway. He doesn’t want to blink and miss a single moment of eye candy.

Zayn chuckles. “See something you like, then?”

“You know the rule, Z,” Harry answers, still not pulling his eyes away from this unexpected Adonis. “If I lick it, it’s mine.”

[omegaversetheory]

Courtship

Traditional Omegaverse

After getting caught up with Bridgerton the wheels started turning...here is the courtship process in my au at the moment.

The Promenade - A debutant ball style event where families walk and present their child who has newly come of age around the village center and to the town hall to register as an official pack member. The promenade also signifies that the child is ready to find a mate/bond partner to all of the other pack members. Promenades normally occur the first summer after the child's 21st year, but could be delayed all the way to age 24. There is often a high level of pagentry involved, and specific promenade customs vary by region and culture.

Setting Intent - Asking someone out in a traditional marriage isn't the same as just simply saying the words. The pursuer (of any dynamic or gender) will write to letters; one to the person they are interested in, which is very heartfelt and private. It normally containings information about why the pursuer is interested in the pursuee, things that have caught their eye, why they might be a good match, and other sweet nothings. The second letter is to the pursuee's parents/family (or pack if they are not a part of the same one) detailing how the pursuer sees themself fitting into their community, the skills they possess, any wealth/connections they have, and other information that shows the family they would be a valuable addition. Parties would exchanges letters back and forth until a decision had been reached, specific information exchanged by a pursuee and pursuer is kept private, but the pursuee's family must inform the pursuee about their correspondance with their potential bondmate.

Courtship Period - once the pursuer and the object of their affection agree to enter into courtship it begins. If they do not live close together, the pursuer will move to wherever the pursuee is. Courtship may last anywhere from 4-18 months. This period of the process is conducted 100% publicly/semi-publicly. Partners are not allowed to convene privately and may be escorted by 2+ (for witness accountability) chaperones. Courtships may be broken off at any time, but no matter how serious a couple is, they may not move to the next step for 118 days (4 lunar cycles/approximately 4 months).

The Sitting - a ritual that comes between courting and bonding. Lasts one full harvest season/one heat cycle. A couple sequesters away together (normally in designated housing) to get to know each other deeply and experience living together without distractions. Neither partner works, meals are provided by community members. In most cultures, the couple is either expected to abstain from intimacy throughout the duration of the sitting including during any heat/rut period. It is split into two sections - an closed period in which the couple may not be seen in public or be around other people, and an open period where they are free to move about freely. The closed period is extremely difficult but it forces the couple to examine the viability of the coupling beyond the lust/infatuation period. Couples may bond one another after the heat or rut has broken, or the harvest is complete or they may choose to separate.

Bond Ceremonies - A high ranking pack or ministerial official will guide the partners through a vow ceremony which will be performed in front of their community, the community or pack normally then arranges a dinner/meal to celebrate with dancing, and then the couple will retire to perform bonding privately. To ensure the bonding has been completed, within two weeks of the ceremony both partners must show their bond marks to the person who conducted their vow ceremony and as well as one witness picked at random. All four parties will then sign an official document, signifying the bond is now legally binding.

[frownyalfred]

Taking your answer on a prev ask about borderline and running w it…

“The question for me is, what if Bruce is the one hit with fear toxin? It's one thing for Bruce to shield Dick from the rest of the bond so they don't feel it, or only feel bits of it. But Bruce is the center of the bond, he's the network everyone else's strands run through.”

This reminds me of the Batman as King AU from awhile back! Bruce is now in a position of power as their center, but he’s also their weakest point bc if he goes down then the whole game is lost. In borderline, he was able to utilize his unique positioning in the bond to their benefit (quarantining certain minds from others, swapping bodies, etc), but what about when that position gets targeted and that strength becomes a vulnerability?

The king is only powerful in chess when surrounded by all the other pieces. It would make strategic sense for Bruce not to be in the field when fear gas is in play, with how it would spread to the whole bond, but does Bruce have the strength to sideline himself from a fight when his bondmates/kids are out there? He settled nicely into his new role in borderline since he was an active player (making choices, directing Damian’s body), but would he be able to stay in that central role if he had to take on a more passive part instead?

That’s a really good question. I suppose with the bodyswap potential “staying out of the fight” looks a little different. But also, if you count your body between a threat and your children, wouldn’t you try anyway?

[lead-acetate]

Fellas Is It Gay To Be Bonded

I completely forgot to promote my fic but now that the fourth chapter is out, here's an illustration I did for it! It's little Spock and Jim on their bonding ceremony. More about the fic under the image description.

[Image description: Two similar versions of the same image; it's digital art as if done with coloured pencils. It shows two children, Jim and Spock, standing against the background of red Vulcan sky and ochre desert, from the chest up. They should be 7 and 8 in the picture but they look a little older. The sky is different shades of red and crimson, the horizon line is uneven. Spock is standing to the left. They are wearing an orange robe, with light yellow calligraphy running along the lapel. Their skin is pale and yellowish with a green undertone. They have black straight hair styled in a bowlcut, pointed ears and Vulcan eyebrows (angled up rather than down at the sides). Jim is standing to the right. He is wearing a similar robe of raspberry colour, with purple spirals of calligraphy running down the lapel. He's white, but his skintone is warmer and tanner than Spock's, and he has pink blush on his cheeks. His hair is light brown with golden accents, it's messy and cut short. Both Jim and Spock have their eyes closed. Jim is smiling openly, Spock's face is neutral, with just a slightest uptick of their mouth. In the second version of the picture, there is a dark purple glowing sillhouette superimposed over Jim and Spock; it's an adult whose back is to the viewer and they have their fingers on both Jim and Spock's meld points (thumb on the jaw, pointing finger on the cheekbone and middle finger on the temple). It's the healer that is bonding them. /end image description]

It's a TOS AU for those who love Vulcan culture, sibling relationships, oblivious Jim and queer realisations. Young love friends to lovers! Spock is a darling! Jim is, too, but he's kinda torturing Spock without realising it. Also there's George Kirk who's evil for no reason and some Jewish festivities!

summary:

Jim needs for Bones to stop calling Spock his secret spouse. Yes, they have been bonded since they were seven; yes, Jim is taking an emergency flight to Vulcan to fulfill his bondmate duty; yes, they are going to have sex; no, it’s not weird. It takes Jim about 2.5 days (and 14 years) to start conceding Bones’s point.

check it out on ao3!

[lauramkaye]

Ok ok ok so bear with me though:

Pride and Prejudice/Star Trek fusion AU where Darcy is Sarek and Elizabeth is Amanda

The Vulcan embassy to Earth is Netherfield

Caroline Bingley is the snooty society Vulcan that Sarek was in an arranged bonding with

“It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single Vulcan in possession of excellent logic must be in want of a Bondmate”

AND T’PAU IS LADY CATHERINE DE BOURGH

[smilesheartshugs]

How colors work:

A continuation of my soul mate au:

First a recap of the base colors:

Blue= parent child bonds

Green= sibling bonds

Orange= aunt/uncle niece/nephew bonds

Yellow= friendship bonds

Gold= grand parent grand child bonds

Red= romantic bonds

Purple= trust bonds

Pink= a mysterious adult bond no one is willing to talk about

Black= mortal enemy

Grey= a dead bond

Silver= a weird time travel dead bond/unformed bond

How coloring the bonds work:

For most bonds the color is a combination of the two souls that form the bond. (This is why Jason’s bonds that form after his dunk in the pit all have a green hue to them)

With parent child bonds however, the bond is a reflection of the child’s soul. Most people consider the bond formed when holding your new born infant to be a first look at your child’s soul. Some parents won’t name a child until they see their bond with the child.

Trust bonds are a reflection of how much you trust the person you are bonded to. For this reason it is possible for a trust bond to form on one person but not the other. A completed trust bond will be a deep royal purple color. Complete meaning that you 100% trust this person. This does not necessarily mean the person trust you. An incomplete bond will be a softer and a lighter shade of purple. Most trust bonds start out as a soft lilac color and will gradually become richer in value as the trust becomes stronger.

Okay so placement doesn’t have as much meaning as color does.

Of corse there are places certain bond types form, but that more of a were to look type thing. Over time placement became symbolic in nature. “I trust you with my back” (trust bonds form on the back) “you have my heart” (romantic bonds form over your heart) you are like the scum on my feet (enemy bonds form on the soul of your foot)

The placement also make it easier to identify the type of bond some one had after it has been greyed out

What happens when a bondmate dies (and if the realive later)

When someone dies, their bonds (both those physically on them and the match in their mate) will grey out.

When archeologist find old human bones they find old soul bonds. This make it easier to identify the kind of relationships ancient people have had with one another. This also makes it easier to identity human remains.

Now when someone comes back from the dead their bonds will still be greyed out. When Jason comes back he was convinced that he was unloveable because of his dead bonds. How ever, once you touch your mated ones again the color will return. Jason and Dick learn this after Dick had trapped Jason in one of his octopus hugs.

[turnyourankle]

(longest to shortest)

❃ Cut Your Teeth On My Heart // 94k, E, bodyguard AU Louis has worked as a security officer for years, but he's handed his first opportunity to be team lead. The assignment is nothing like what he expected. Harry has spent years trying to distance himself from the pressure of the Twist name and legacy. But it's going to be hard to avoid when his mum hires him a bodyguard.

❃ Knives Don't Have Your Back // 51k, crime/mystery The lone survivor of an on campus massacre that claimed the lives of his four housemates, Harry is urged to take a sabbatical or transfer. Instead, he chooses to stay in school, move into the dorms, and overcome his fears. He finds comfort in a budding friendship with Louis, an upperclassman who lives on his floor, not realizing that their relationship will bring him closer to his traumatizing past rather than farther from it.

❃ Lemon Eyes // 50k, E, ABO, friends with benefits It's not proper for omegas to mess around with alphas before finding their bondmate. But Harry doesn't give a damn what's proper and fully intends on getting as much experience as he can before even trying to find one. As far as he's concerned, the right alpha won't care, and he'll have some fun on the way.

❃ Show Me How The Fire Works // 49k, E, Dirty Dancing AU The Styles-Twist holiday in the Catskills is supposed to be just that: a family holiday. A last hurrah before Harry relocates to the states for uni. Instead, it quickly devolves into a honeymoon for his parents, leaving Harry and Gemma to fend for themselves. Harry quickly befriends the staff at the resort, and is enticed by Louis, one of the dance instructors. Harry gets in over his head in an attempt to impress him, but with Gemma egging him on and a ticking clock, how could he not at least try?

❃ Hymns For Restless Stars // 37k, E, famous/not-famous, advent fic Every Holiday season Louis has his pupils write down their Christmas wishes for class. He's read almost every wish under the sun, but one girl's wish takes him by surprise. It's for her uncle not to be alone anymore. It's not a wild wish by any means, but Louis had no idea that former teen idol Harry Styles was lonely in the first place.

❃ Strawberry Moon // 20k, E, bodyswap Harry really should have known better than to agree to one of Niall’s schemes. Especially one that involved Irish magic. Then again, how was he supposed to know he and Louis would end up swapping bodies?

❃ Foothold // 18k, M, sci-fi/space Louis has crossed the galaxy with a ship full of crystals; they’re the only thing he has to offer in exchange for safe harbor. He thought getting to his destination would be the hardest part, hoping that once he got his family to safety everything would fall back into place; Louis struggles to adapt while his sisters thrive. Louis suspects Emperor Styles may have something to do with it.

❃ Head Head Heart // 11k, E, canon, BDSM After Dunkirk has wrapped filming, Harry struggles with his inability to reach subspace. He tries taking the matter in his own hands before Louis intervenes with a plan of his own.

❃ Tall Tales For Summer // 11k, E, modern royalty AU Harry knows something is up when his mum insists on throwing him a birthday party in the summer. He's even more suspicious of her intentions when he notices the guest list is all male.

❃ A Body Wishes To Be Held & Held // E, 9k, ABO, PWP Harry wants to return the favour after Louis helps him out with his heat.

❃ Like Vines (We Intertwine) // 8k, T, aliens/Roswell AU The "Roswell" AU where Harry is an alien, Louis is not, and they've both been pining after each other for far too long.

❃ Picture You Staring // 8k, T, vacation, meet-cute If there's one thing Louis won't stand for it's being replaced as his nieces' favourite uncle. Especially by some bloke they met barely hours into their holiday in Portugal who's not even related to them.

❃ Beat The Darkness // 7k, T, ABO, WWI Harry is a volunteer nurse stationed in Cairo; Louis is one of the patients in his ward.

❃Breakfast of Champions // 6k, E, humor/smut An injury relegates Harry to the weight room; Louis wears a lot of interesting shirts. AKA Harry and Louis are gym buddies. ❃ Nothing Better // 4k, E, smut, mpreg Harry and Louis aren't expecting children just yet, but the thought of if turns them on.

❃ Bloom! // 4k, T, florist Harry is a florist, and Louis is the very taken repeat customer he can't get out of his head.

❃ Breathe Into Your Well // 4k, E, ABO A rut bar. A place where omegas who are so inclined can link up with Alphas in rut. It's not a place Louis ever pictured himself visiting but in the hopes of having a memorable rut, it's where he finds himself tonight.

❃ Stillness Is The Move // 3k, E, BDSM, PWP Harry fails to follow instructions and requires punishment.

❃ So That's A Thing // 3k, E, PWP Louis notices Harry’s fascination with his nipples by accident.

❃ The Bachelors and The Bachelorette // 2k, The Bachelor AU, fake relationship "With little left to do Harry and Louis both signed up to be contestant on the Bachelorette. They meet and sparks fly immediately. They both do everything they can to get voted off but the more outrageous their behavior the more they keep getting the rose. Cue the shower scene."

[ladykailitha]

Remember how I said I had too many AUs. Well, another one just dropped. I've been working on this one off and on all week not really sure I was going to do anything with it, but last night it became a full -fledged story and not just a plot bunny.

So to prepare you for that, I wrote down the world building so that I don't have to go into detail in the story.

So here you go:

Werewolf Steve and Vampire Eddie (actual title TBA).

The city of Hawkins is one of the few cities in the country that was the home to both a vampire coven and a werewolf pack. It is a safe haven for all supernatural and hunters are forbidden from entering its city limits.

The coven is run by Billy Hargrove. He swept into town with his small vampire family and killed the previous Dominus (leader), taking over the coven. Billy is born vampire, meaning both his parents were vampires who sired him. Max is also born.

Even though it’s called Harrington Pack, the pack leader isn’t hereditary. The leader is always who the strongest male wolf is. The alpha female usually the male’s bondmate but not always. Nancy is the alpha female because of how strong she is and not because she dated Steve in high school. When Hopper was alpha, Joyce was alpha female for example.

This is the largest the pack has been in years. It includes the Hoppers (originally his wife and daughter before his daughter died and his first bondmate left the pack, now him and adopted Jane), the Byers, the Wheelers, the Sinclairs, the Harringtons, and Hendersons. With the Byers and the Hendersons, the dads were banished when it came out they were abusing their family.

Banishment is a mark on the back of the former pack member’s neck that prevents other packs from taking them in or forming a pack of their own. People can willing leave a pack to join another (like getting married or joining a temporary pack when they’re at college away from home), but banishment is a raw deal and used rarely. Hop banished both Lonnie and Mr Henderson, when he came out of his drunken stupor when he adopted Jane.

The Buckleys, Hagens, and Perkins have been long time keepers of the Harrington pack. A keeper is a kind of werewolf version of a vampire’s thrall. Someone who takes care of them when they are in wolf form or can touch silver if they get hurt.

For the most part the wolf form of the pack is like their hair color. Nancy, Mike, and Dustin all have curly fur in wolf form, Mike’s isn’t has bad as the other two though. The exception being the Sinclairs, (their fur isn’t wiry or curly like the other three, it’s just longer and jet black), and Steve. He’s a two-tone wolf. He has warm brown fur on top, but his legs, belly, and tip of his tail are honey colored.

Steve is made head of the Hawkins pack after Hopper was kidnapped by hunters and was reported MPD (missing, presumed dead). He won it through combat a couple of the older wolves tried for the role, but nineteen year old Steve beat them all.

ETA: Full Story here.

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[witchofthesouls]

Tarn isn’t allowed to name the future kids, mostly because the nurse (and the rest of the DJD) have the sinking suspicion (it really isn’t suspicion if their correct, though) that Tarn is gonna either name them after Megatron is some shape or form.

Of course he can't. He's not the sire. Just a donor. There's no relationship. None.

Meanwhile, nearly the entire ship is staring at Tarn going through parenthood and acting more like a bondmate, oblivious or in deep denial about it.

Even the Camien nurse is confused about it, but at this point, is just rolling with it as "Tarn-specific weirdness." You're thinking he wants someone to tell him good job and that he's curious about sparkling development.

... You're not wrong.

[utahmammoth]

also one more: “you’re never alone” + sidgeno

vampire au, soulmate au, the prequel to this

838 words

The bond is new, fragile. Zhenya can practically feel the tendrils of it loosely winding around him and Sidney, binding them together in brilliant golden light, changing them both.

He’s so aware now–the blood of a bondmate rushing through his body, making his vision sharper and body stronger and his heart… for the first time in centuries when he puts his hand to his chest he feels his heart beat.

He stumbles home from the blood bar he and Sasha went to after the game, Sasha crowing about his victory to the entire club, the humans clustered in groups giggling at his antics and vampires heckling him to get off the table, bondmates on their laps with their heads tucked demurely into their vampire’s neck. Sasha did get off, grabbing one of the designated donors and sinking his fangs into her neck as Zhenya sipped his vodka soda.

He feels uncoordinated as he goes up the stairs to his and Sid’s bedroom, and that's another way he's been changed–he gets drunk now, the alcohol mixing deliciously with Sidney’s blood and making Zhenya giggle in the cab the bar made him take.

He can see in the dark as clearly as he can in the light, but the lamp clicks on when he comes into their bedroom, Sid’s little voice sleepily saying, “Zhenya?” as it does.

“It’s me,” Zhenya says and toes off his shoes as he crawls over the blankets so he’s on top of Sidney, feeling his firm body below him.

“Hi,” Sid says slowly. He blinks up at Zhenya as he adjusts to the light. Sid’s been changed by the bond too–his heartbeat slowed after it was infected by Zhenya’s venom, his body temperature dropping too low for humans as Zhenya’s rose–but he still needs his sleep.

“Should get some rest, Sid,” Zhenya says, and he runs his hand over Sidney’s eyes. Sid sends a rush of fondness through the bond, always tingling now in the back of Zhenya’s mind, but he doesn't indulge him and opens his eyes again.

“I can't sleep when you're like that,” Sid says and smiles.

“Like what?”

“All–fizzy,” Sid says and Zhenya searches the bond before he realizes that Sid can feel how drunk he is.

“Maybe you get drunk too,” Zhenya says and sets his teeth against Sid’s throat as Sidney hums in anticipation beneath him, squirming to grind their hips together.

Zhenya smirks against Sid’s skin and asks, “You want?”

“Please,” Sid begs.

“Just give you me,” Zhenya promises, “Not take from you.”

“Please,” Sid whines again, pushing his neck against Zhenya’s mouth.

His fangs descend, and Zhenya bites, not drinking, just letting his venom flow into Sid, letting it take him over until he can feel through the bond Sid getting as venom-drunk as Zhenya is from the shots Sasha made him take.

As he feeds Sidney his venom, he carefully reaches his hand down the front of Sid’s boxers, gripping his half-hard cock and stroking him gently. When he grips tighter, jerking him off harder, Sid thrashes against Zhenya, and he pulls back.

“You bruise,” Zhenya sighs, kissing at the closing bite mark on Sid’s neck, the bruise from bucking against Zhenya’s teeth already forming.

“I like it,” Sidney slurs before gasping as Zhenya thumbs over the slit of his cock, gathering the precome pooling there.

This part of the bond is addictive, feeling Sidney’s pleasure in his own head and sending his back to Sid, an endless loop of lust between them.

After, when Sid’s stomach is messy from his own come and Zhenya’s spilled inside of him and they're laying in their bed together, Sidney puts his hand against Zhenya’s chest.

“I like this too,” he says simply, feeling the beat under his palm and smiling shyly up at Zhenya.

He’s so beautiful–freshly eighteen, new to the league that Zhenya’s been skating in for decades, dark curls and a pouty mouth, smooth skin and hot, sweet blood. Zhenya can't comprehend him sometimes, can't linger on the feelings this little creature inspires. His bondmate, the one he waited centuries for.

“Beats for you,” Zhenya says. He feels a wave of affection sent through their bond, deep and powerful and so Sidney. “Because of you.”

Sid blushes, warm and pink in the lamplight, still venom-drunk.

Mario brought them together. Sidney agreed to the bond three days after getting drafted so he could be faster, stronger, better in every way. But those early days in Zhenya’s den made Sid into something else too, something that blushes long after midnight as Zhenya lets that incomprehensible, overwhelming feeling flood the bond.

“I missed you tonight,” Sid whispers. “Can I come next time? So I’m not alone.”

You're never alone Zhenya thinks, and Sidney gasps.

“Sid?” Zhenya questions.

“I–I could hear you,” Sid says before Zhenya hears in his own mind Sidney’s voice saying In here.

Zhenya feels his eyes go wide before he smiles, pressing his lips to Sidney and feeling the golden tendrils of their bond wrap around his entire body.

[marc--chilton]

Can't stop thinking about the mgv au, specifically about how it would have been when Stacy left House after the infarction and Wilson came to pick the pieces up... 👀

IT WAS SO BAAAAAD. so awful. wilson had already been helping stacy a bit via medical advice (little things she'd worry about that weren't discussed at the hospital regarding home care) so the transition from stacy's caretaking to wilson's was smooth, all things considered. stacy had called wilson to take over because her decision on house's surgery led to house snapping at her constantly, and between her own guilt (she doesn't regret the decision she just hates that it gave house so much grief) and house's abuse afterward, she couldn't take it.

an alpha leaving their ailing omega.... wilson's hindbrain hated stacy for that for a long time. he understood her point of view, but the hindbrain is not ruled by logic. wilson's protectiveness of house started here with a ferocity; he left his own wife home alone to stay with house while he was healing and only left the apartment if truly necessary. if house hadn't been so actively miserable -- not only is he still in pain, but now he has to grapple with the fact he's now disabled, AND stacy's bond to him is withering (in my mgv bonds fading is an uncomfortable process that can have pain in the gland where the mark is located, mood swings, depression, etc) -- it would have driven him crazy how bad wilson's hovering was. as it was though, it really what started twisting their friendship in a strange direction.

house's hindbrain is affected by all this, too. he's bitter and depressed and pissed off but the omega in him is crushed his bondmate abandoned him. if it had its own voice it would be wailing because that's what it felt like inside his head. not good enough/broken omega/alpha decided i'm not worth it

but!! wilson is there and he's an alpha.... and in his time of need? the omega part of house LATCHES onto him as though he imprinted on him. when he would whine and stacy came in to check on him, he would bite her if she came close. not a corrective little nip, but a bite so strong he could feel the bones in her hand grind. but when wilson runs in (yes, RUNS in) house is more receptive to his form of comfort, even when wilson makes it more intimate than strictly necessary (rumbling coos, petting his hair and wiping away pained tears, even calling him honey so tenderly it makes him ache)

wilson doesn't even call bonnie the entire time he's there. he doesn't even think about her until she calls HIM. it's the beginning of the end for them and wilson knows it but house needs him right now so for the time being, he really doesn't care. when he does finally come home to try to spend a night with her and give her some attention, she's so put off by house's scent on him she pushes him away (so wilson just goes back to house's place. because at least there he can sleep on the couch and not have a panic attack worrying that house will fall and hurt himself while wilson's away)

[brandwhorestarscream]

The Cybermorphs AU TFA where the "babies" are Team Prime, Team Rodimus, and Blackarachnia. The Cybermorphs are just looking at the much shrunk and malnourished autobots and techno-organic cybertronian and went "bebe must adopt " the hive ie in a bit of a fugue state and it takes Doctor Nickel half-cybermorph baby(is complicated) found by Praetorian DJD bring sense to them.

Bonus points:

Nickel can back the whole hive down the hall as a minibot.

Strika is Lugnut's converted bondmate

Part of reason for confusion is Bulkhead is Lugnut and Strika's baby so Team Prime smells like Hive

The TFA Autobot society sucks. None of the team even Ratchet should be in adult frames. They all babies except for Prowl(young todler) and Ratchet(older todler)

Yes absolutely

I don't have the brain power to expand on these rn, but to anyone reading this this is all 100000% canon.

Also shakes my fist at tumblr for eating my first answer to this smh the audacity 😤

[dreadfutures]

Hello! :3

you reblogged the prompt list from budding romances, so if you accept any, what about, for Ixchel with whomever you'd like:

i like it when you held onto me. that was nice.

(ignore it if it was just a reblog, of course!)

Thank you!!!

Sebastian x Ixchel from my One Wild And Precious Life AU, after Corypheus, after Solas deals with the Evanuris and falls into uthenera.

Takes place after their escapade in a hollow tree trunk

-:-:-

They have picked out the leaves from their hair and sheepishly turned in their grass-stained breeches to the laundress, and the Tantervale delegation is none the wiser for their antics. Prince Sebastian remains the pious, devoted lord in their eyes; of course, they had searched for him all day, but--had they not thought to search for him in the chapel? He was there praying all afternoon, they should have sent for him! Of course, Ixchel is delighted to know the truth. As she sits in a chaise across from him now, by a hearty fire, she smiles to think of his boyish antics.

There are threads of silver in his hair, and creases at the corners of his eyes and mouth from years of hearty laughter. His children find him to be a good companion still, and so does she, now that they have been put to bed. He seems weary and regal and almost austere, lounging in simple clothes as they enjoy each other's company--to all appearances, he is a proper lord.

She turns her face into her hand to stifle a smile.

"I'd spare a gem to share in your joy, my lady," Sebastian says, propping his cheek on his fist. His eyes gleam at her, as does a hint of a smile. "What has you laughing?"

"You," she says. "Us. This afternoon." Her previous effort to hide the smile has utterly failed, so she turns it wide upon him. "It's good to remember we can run from our duties every now and then."

Sebastian gives a sage nod, his expression fixing itself into a businesslike mask. "Yes indeed. I'm happy to provide the reminder, Lady Inquisitor, anytime you forget."

She laughs at that. Laughter always comes more easily to her when in his presence--and for that alone, she longs to stay by his side. She reins in that almost desperate feeling, however, berating herself for a thousand reasons. It is too soon, and she does not fully know what she wants, and she cannot leave behind this feeling of guilt for finding joy as a widow whose bondmate really wasn't dead in the traditional sense, and --

"Something has chased away your mirth," Sebastian notes in a low voice and so draws her from her reverie. He does not seem to be scolding her, and neither is he inquiring, really, as to the reason for her clouded features. He observed, and then he left it outstretched for her to ignore or address as she pleased.

Her heart aches, pounding in her chest at the kindness of it. The space he affords her to be seen, but without expectation or violation, is something she receives infrequently these days.

The problem is...she doesn't know what exactly to do with it, since she neither knows what she wants nor what she doesn't.

Ixchel collapses a little against her arm, and the arm of the chaise, and lays her brow against her shoulder to hide her face from view.

She considers what it would mean to be honest with him. About what she feels, even though it is a confusing mess. The tangles are all around him, anyway, and it feels right to let him see what trouble he's brewed up for her. Pleasant trouble, but trouble nonetheless.

"As I said this afternoon," Sebastian murmurs, "you may tell me if I am moving too fast."

Ixchel's breath hitches. "It's not you, it's --"

"Please don't say that!" He laughs as he speaks, gently. "Varric will make fun of both of us for being a stereotype."

She wants to laugh, but pain lances through her chest. "Varric is already making fun of me for everything," she admits. "I don't know if it's too fast, Your Majesty. I... It's a lot at once, but I would suffer if you were anything less than wholly earnest with me. It's an honor to receive your affections, and... I don't dislike it. But Varric says I'm terrified of being happy, and he's right."

Her voice has grown thick with an emotion that surprises her for its potency, and she's glad she has hidden her face away.

"Happy is more than I think either of us are entirely capable of," Sebastian says soberly, and the raw edge to his words comforts her in the worst way. She is not the only one who has suffered a loss. Though Sebastian's is somewhat more permanent.

"I try not to strive for something with so much heft," he continues. "I find it helps just to pursue whatever lightens the burdens for the day. Your company accomplishes that, effortlessly, if I may be so honest."

"Ma serranas," Ixchel whispers, overcome.

Sebastian is content to let her sit with his admission, and the silence that follows her thanks. It really is her company that lightens his day; she has felt it, and she feels it now even in the midst of this shared, heavy moment. He needs nothing more than that, and does not ask.

"It really is heavy," she says as, with great effort, she raises her head again. "But... I feel the same. I do."

He returns her shy smile.

"There is something I ask the wee ones before I put them to sleep," he says. "I find it's helped me as much as them, if not more. 'What's one thing you liked about today?' There's always one thing. Some days there's more, but there's always one thing--and that's one reason to try again the next day."

Ixchel nods with a wry edge to her smile. "Ah, yes. I call it evidence. I need evidence to make myself believe things can still be good, or better, even if it feels like nothing is going right. It's the only way I can keep up hope."

Sebastian nods and shifts in his seat, cutting his eyes at her with a look of appraisal. "Exactly," he says. "So what's one thing you liked today, and what are your hopes, Lady Lavellan?"

Ixchel's throat works around the words a bit before she can form them on her tongue, and her face is growing red even before she speaks them. But speak them she does, meeting his gaze with no small amount of trepidation.

"Well... I liked it when you held onto me. That was nice," she says. "And... And I hope it happens again."

If her words impact him, it's difficult to tell, but maybe he goes a little stiff--perhaps restraining himself from a different reaction. His gaze sears her flushed cheeks even further with its intensity, and it takes him a moment to even remember to breathe, it seems. When he can speak again, he sounds winded, rushing like a schoolboy.

"I'd grant that wish now, if that's agreeable to you."

Neither of them move.

Ixchel swallows.

She nods.

"Come here, Ixchel."

Sebastian raises an arm to give room at his side, and she finds herself standing and floating over the short distance between them as if compelled by gravity itself.

His warmth and scent washes over her, cedar and smoke. He settles the pelt across their laps and lays his arm across her shoulders with utmost deliberate care. It is up to her to lean in to his chest, to take the prerogative and lay her head upon his shoulder--and she bravely does.

She is shivering as she closes her eyes and breathes the moment in.

His heart pounds beneath her hand.

"I like this, too," he says softly against her brow.

She turns her face up to him, her eyes still closed in either fear or acceptance.

But when he kisses her, the only thing she feels is peace.

[des-no9]

AU where vanquish is 17 instead of 400 to make the age gap with her 15,000 year old bondmate even funnier

never happening bc i jokingly HC Voss thinks anyone below 50 should be thrown off a cliff because annoying "child"

[philcoulson-redtapeninja]

📝!

Ahha! Get info dumped!

So I'm working on a Top Gun sentinel au and I'm probably doing wayyyy to much world building! Behold my nonsense!

Ice – Guide – Mav's match in more ways than one – didn’t want to get saddled with a sentinel and be shoved in the RIO seat so chose Slider – mental presence probably feels menthol cold, off putting to most but not to Mav~~~

Mav – Sentinel – mid-level – parents were a s/g bonded pair, mother withered after loosing bondmate - Mav wasn't interested in a s/g partnership until goose talked him around

Goose – Mav's 'temp' guide – probably going to stick to canon and let him die, for the angst, or in a goose lives au head injury that either brakes his collarbone/neck from Hop 31 shatters the link between Goose and Mav and they can’t connect again

[Need a group term, maybe Enhanced?]

Sentinel – 5 heightened senses – can zone on a single sense or senses can go haywire – guides are needed to stabilize the senses, like a compass to true north – Sentinels come online

Guide – Heightened empathic senses – mild touch telepaths - need to draw on a sentinel to strengthen mental shields, like a ship's anchor or a trellis to ivy – Guides awaken

Guardian – multiple heightened senses but not all – generally considered weaker than sentinels – don’t need a guide but guides are helpful for control

Empath - empathically active but not quiet on the level of guides

People are drawn to sentinels and guides for different reasons.

People are instinctively drawn to sentinels and guardians in times of danger; unconsciously looking to the strongest or most senior sentinel for leadership.

People are [empathetically?psychically?] drawn to guides and empaths, generally finding them to be good listeners and generally attractive? idk but look a Blair, he's gettin' it.

Generally, you can’t tell a sentinel or guide from the outside, unless you are also a sentinel or guide, so sentinels and guardians are supposed to wear a black bracer or bracelet with 1-5 colored pips indicated how many heightened senses(like a medical alert bracelet) and guides are supposed to wear pale bracer or bracelet. Its not illegal to not wear it, but its considered good form and important for EMS. Bond statues and type marked as a border on the bracer or bracelet

More likely to find sentinels in service(would more top gun level pilots/rio be s/g pairs?). Traditionally, guides follow their sentinel into service branches or jobs

Sentinel-Guide Centers - most towns have one, some cities have more than one - volunteer staffed both by sentinels and guides and normal people living in the territory - have isolation rooms for both enhanced senses and empathic burn out

Territories – higher level sentinels tend to have regions that are considered 'their territory' - this also happens when a sentinel has stayed in an area for a long period of time – Sentinels declare an area as their territory with the city/county and their regional Sentinel-Guide Center – any sentinels or guardians moving into the territory are required to send notice – guides tend to send notice too, but its mostly out of being polite

Tribes - Sentinels and Guides living or working in the same area for more than a year generally form tribes or prides(both terms are used) - generally led by the strongest and/or most senior pair [called the Alphas?] - tends to have a pecking order. {Viper is tribe leader at Miramar and Jack O'Neil is the reluctant pride leader at the SGC}

Doggy politics - when you get a bunch of Sentinels together they tend to squabbling until they sort out a pecking order - sometimes its little contests or wrestling, sometimes is physical fights - traditionalists believe that needs to be a firm hierarchy generally settled by brute strength - bad tribe leaders are known to be very aggressive when setting themselves at the top of the hierarchy and encourage in-fighting - there isn't actually a word for the squabbling, non-sentinels tend to look down on it and some sentinels aren't terribly keen on it either – the squabbles are more endemic to civilian tribes as military or police prides already have ranks

Types of bonds

Temporary: not actually a bond, more an empathic impression that helps Guides work with Sentinels and vice-versa, like a well traveled path

Emergency: one sided bonds made in times of emergency, generally with one party being not fully conscious, separation of the two parties involved with cause the bond to dissolve

probably some tba

Full: permanent bond that can't be dissolved or broken except through death, the Guide imprints psychically and works the Sentinel into their mental barriers and the Sentinel imprints the Guide into their senses, psychic link can pass impressions back and forth, generally death of one leads to the withering and eventual death of the other