#five makes eye sustained eye contact

[mangoshorthand]

i need another threesome pleaseeeeeee

Am I becoming the Five Hargreeves threesome writer now?...I could live with that. But be careful what you wish for: ask me for specific threesomes or I will probably write a Five x Reader x Reggie crackfic because I'm a bad person. Seriously, happy to do this if you provide me with a slightly more specific prompt but I have a lot of writing and editing to do right now so it will join a small queue. Request masterlist >> HERE

[emily84]

currently mentally living in that split second delay, the little thing assad does, when armand looks over or up at daniel sometimes, after the façade has come off, like he braces himself for a split second and then makes eye contact

(here the blink-and-you'll-miss-it second he looks over-and-then-up)

because yes, he's been called out on his lies and daniel is seeing through all the bullshit so effortlessly and (from his pov) cruelly even as a lowly human who shouldn't even dare to speak so boldly to an Ancient, but also... Daniel is SEEING him so EFFORTLESSLY even as a lowly HUMAN and it's never fucking happened to him before in his five hundred plus years of life.

he also does it immediately AFTER looking at him sometimes. like he's afraid if he sustains eye contact longer than a second daniel will be able to read him right back to amadeo and even further back to arun - which, as we've established, daniel fucking does

[dcxdpdabbles]

Fingers crossed for an update of Passion for Fashion 💖❓ sorry for the bother but I've just become addicted to reading that Au lololol I've read it over and over again for like a hundred times now

"Give me a spin," Dan demands, keeping a critical eye on the suit pants as the man did as he was told. He clicks his tongue in sharp disapproval before falling into a crouch and fidgeting with the hem.

Danny thinks the suit came out looking fantastic for a stupid theme like question marks. The client was also a rather exciting guy, randomly spewing riddles at them as Dan worked on his outfit and Danny cooked them lunch.

Edward Nigma had shown up on their doorstep with a cheerful greeting at five a.m. Danny wanted to tell Edward that anything before nine a.m. should be illegal, but Dan was happy to welcome him in.

Dan had forgotten to sleep again and didn't realize the early morning start. Danny was getting rather tired of the ghost rushing about with an insane amount of energy, only to crash when his human body could no longer sustain his habits.

After letting Edward get comfortable on the half-buried couch of clothing, Danny wandered back upstairs to his bedroom. It was the only room—besides the bathroom—where there wasn't a bunch of fabric and sewing instruments thrown about. He crashed on his bed and didn't wake up until two more hours later.

By that point, when he had done his morning routine and wandered downstairs, he found Edward sitting crosslegged in a ring of paper. The paper had multiple sketched designs of various suits.

A little to his right was Dan, whose hand was nothing but a blur as it raced across his sketchbook. Danny could make out that he stopped, ever so often, to switch out the coloring pencils for shades of green and purple, but doing it at such a speed that he doubted regular humans would be able to tell.

It meant his drawings were done at an insanely fast pace. He wondered if his Obsession made it possible not to burn a hole through the paper. Was there a way to test that? Ghosts did have an effect on their environments just as the environments had an effect on their forming.

Edward was comparing two papers in his hands with a critical eye. He looked up as Danny stumbled down the stairs- he had never been a morning person. He held up the designs for Danny to see, asking, " What is the most dangerous thing to give a man in a crowd?"

Half asleep, Danny didn't miss a beat in muttering, "Power."

Edward seemed pleased by his response, putting the left one back into the ring of papers before shifting around to face a new side of the ring. There, he ran his fingers over the designs, muttering, "It needs to be powerful."

Right.

"I'm making breakfast if anyone-"

"No need. Edward ordered us some. Your burrito is over there somewhere," Dan cut him off, turning to the next page without lifting his head. "It's part of my commission."

"Free food?"

"For a week"

"Nice"

Edward glances at them. "I can keep feeding you if you answer more riddles."

Danny takes a big bite out of his bean burrito, savoring the explosion of flavor that dances over before nodding his head. "I promise I'll try to answer as many as I can but I'm not the best at them."

The man frowns, turning away back to this pile of papers. "If you're not going to play my game, you don't need to waste the air you breathe in."

Both Fentons freeze at that, snapping their heads in Edward's direction. Now, correct him if he is wrong, but that sounded a whole lot like a threat to Danny. He made eye contact with Dan, tracing the youthful human face that held the same bloodlust as his adult form.

Was Edward aware he had just issued a Ghost Challenge to the one Fenotn, the least human, thus the one with the least humanity of them all, madness cured or not? Is he aware that Dan was putting down his drawings, his teeth more sharp, and his hands curled into claws?

Danny sprung to his feet, mouth open in a shout just as Dan was about to leap-

Ding Dong.

The front doorbell cuts through the air like a knife through hot butter. Dan's ghost instincts all but vanish as his eyes light up in joy. He goes through with his leap, but it's only to go over Edward's form and roll to a stop on the other side, heading towards the door. "My second client!"

Danny breathes a sigh of relief, flopping back down in his seat. He ignores Edward, savoring his food with a deep hunger. Clockwork had sent them over with enough funds to survive, and there were no bills they needed to cover (if there were, no one had bothered to come collect from the Fentons or cut their services), but that was a limit to how loose they could be with their spending.

Danny thought eating out was a luxury he would miss out on until he returned home. Of course, he got a coffee or something occasionally, but that made this free food all the more tasty.

"I was thinking something more eco-friendly," The redhead woman from the runway told Dan as she scanned the room with a hint of distaste. "Are you aware of the damage to the Earth these fabric stores cause?"

Dan eyed her with equal distance. "Are you aware of how little I care about that?"

Edward snaps his head up with a gasp. "Did he really say that to Ivy?"

"I thought her name was Pamela," Danny asks, which causes the green woman to snap a glare at him. He shrugs helplessly at her rage, reminded of Sam in a heartbreaking moment. "Miss, look around you. Do you honestly think ants like us have any say with the fabric companies?"

"You could stop giving them business!" She hisses as Dan rolls his eyes.

"We bought almost everything from a second-hand store or a discount store. The poor don't get to make eco-friendly decisions. They make ones that help them stay off the streets." Danny explains gently, making sure his voice is not dismissive or condescending. He thinks back to nights when he had to talk Sam down from doing something crazy- like setting a building on fire for them and cutting down the oldest trees in Amity Park. "You have the means to make a change."

Pamela raises a brow. "I do make a change. Permanently."

"Oh, that's great. How many trees have you replanted?" Danny asks, smiling widely. It's odd how she reacts to his question, body still going in surprise.

"What?"

"I mean, I figured you would be focusing on healing the earth instead of causing it more scars by engaging in human wars, right?" Danny tilts his head, aware of Edward's flabbergasted look and Dan's apparent boredom with the conversation. "You're different from the big corporations who don't care who or what they hurt to reach their end goal, right? "

Pamela opens and closes her mouth before she snaps her back straight. "That wouldn't save the Earth! Humans are a plague!"

"Humans can also be a cure if the right ones get started." Danny counters quickly. "I mean, what have you done for the rivers around Gotham? The water that flows through there affects the plant life just as much. Also, plants and green help lower depression, and Gotham needs help. Plant some pretty flowers and gardens, and watch the neighborhoods flock to them. If you can convince the people to love the plants as much as you do, they will join you in keeping them safe."

Pamela's eyes narrow. "Don't you dare lecture me about how to save the Earth."

Danny shrugs, stepping away from her. A sudden strong perfume fills the air, causing his nose to wrinkle. It smells like his grandmother's house and is not welcoming. "Wasn't a lecture, but if you take it as such, there is no point in talking about it anymore."

"You're going to die for me," she suddenly says, popping out her hip and smirking at him.

"That's nothing special, Danny would die for a pizza." Dan cuts in

"I would die for an extra cheese pizza." Danny corrects, pointing his finger at his counterpart. "You would die for less."

"Oh, to be dead. In the arms of the most handsome EverBurning to ever live." Dan sighs dramatically, leaning into three pieces of cloth behind him, one hand on his forehead.

Danny threw his hands in the air. He's sick and tired of hearing about the ghost they knew for only ten minutes. "Killer Croc is never going to give you a chance, Dan. Move on!"

"We could have been forever if it weren't for my age!" Dan hisses right back, "You wouldn't understand! It's not like you or Samantha turned five!"

"Who's fault do you think that was? " Danny yells back, stepping around the wide-eyed Edward to snare into Dan's face. Pamela has taken three steps back, looking confused more than anything, mouthing Killer's name with clear disbelief.

"I wasn't the one that messed up the timeline!" Dan hisses, switching over to Spanish. Sometimes, the fake twins found themselves doing that whenever they got too emotional.

"You destroyed the world!"

"As it was foretold!"

"What does that even mean!?"

Ding Dong.

Once again, the doorbell cuts through the tension, making Danny huff. He pushes past Dan, who punches him in the arm but doesn't stop him from throwing the door open. Outside stands Tim Drake, with a bouquet of flowers and a nervous smile.

"I'm here for the suit," Tim says, holding out the flowers. "I know you said I didn't have to pay you, but I thought it was rude to not offer anything-"

"Buy me pizza." Danny cuts him off with dead-set eyes. "Double crust."

Tim startles. "Oh. Sure?"

Danny can feel his face stretch out into a grin. It lights up his whole face—Sam and Tucker had told him many times before—and he just knows it makes him appear lighter and friendlier. Tim's face goes very red as Danny takes his flowers. "It's a date. Come on in. Dan can get your measurements for the resize, and I can get ready in the meantime."

"Okay." Tim follows after him in a daze, stumbling over the fabric rolls Dan had stacked against the wall. He tries to avoid tipping but tangles himself in the string of cloth examples, still strung up everywhere. Danny quickly reaches out to steady him with a laugh.

"Yeah, this place is a bit of a mess," he tells the other. "It's slightly better today since Dan has some guests."

He leads Tim back into the living room, surprised to find that the awful smell has disappeared, Edward is currently being measured by Dan in his underwear, and Pamela is flipping through Dan's designs with a thought frown.

Huh, maybe Dan managed to calm her down. How? He's unsure, but that ghost always seemed to have the oddest people skills.

Tim gulps loudly when he finally spots everyone. "These are his guests?!"

"It's one of the Waynes." Edward cheers, arms held out to his sides as Dan places the measuring tap from his armpit to his waist. "Tim Drake, right? I had you in one of my riddles three months ago!"

"That's funny. I induced his father with pheromones around the same time." Pamela speaks up, giving Tim a friendly smile. It's the most welcoming expression she's worn since she got here.

Also ew, why would she tell someone she hooked up with their dad to their face like that?

Tim pales dramatically, reaching out to clutch Danny's arm. He pats it gently, hoping to comfort him from such a bizarre comment. "Dan, when you finish with Edward, can you message Tim for his adjustments. We're going on a date."

Dan glances over at him. "Whore"

"Just because I've gone on dates while Killer didn't even give you the time of day doesn't mean you can call me names, Dan."

"Whore but affectionately," Dan says after a long pause, and Danny nods.

"That's better." He pats Tim again on the shoulder- aware of his strange fidgeting with a ring on his finger that imitates a strange faint beeping. "I'll go upstairs to get ready. Who knows, maybe we'll find Batman."

Edward and Pamela laugh as if Danny said a funny joke and Tim's face aging a few more nervous lines. "Maybe"

He leaves Tim to take a seat next to Pamela. She leans over to show Dan's designs for her Leaf theme act and asks for his opinion. Tim fidgets even more with his ring as he answers her, voice shaky and cracking.

She seems highly amused.

His pale face stands out among the sea of handing red glimmering fabric around his head, and Danny is startled for a second by the idea that he is pretending to be scared, much like an actor before a red stage curtains.

It takes a particular skill to pull off an act that good. Almost an inhuman amount. One could even claim it was.... Bat-man-like.

I have a lead, Danny thinks with glee as he quickly climbs the stairs. He is careful not to step on bundles of yarn that Dan has stacked there. I finally have a lead!

He's going to charm the pants off of Tim to get him to tell him everything about Batman.

[minkdelovely]

love and power

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chapter one

“don’t call me by my name.”

Alastor x Fem!Reader ; MDNI 18+ ; [y/n] used sparingly ; Alias in Hell is Sylvie

tags/warnings: descriptions of reader’s demon form, Alastor uses the chain and withholding your breakfast as punishment, Alastor takes pleasure in your fear, power dynamics, reader worries over being punished, lecherous demons in an alley, non-consensual grab and lick of the face, graphic violence, murder, blood, teeth as a weapon, slow burn eventual: smut

word count: 2.5k

prelude ; chapter one ; chapter two ; chapter three ; chapter four ; chapter five ; chapter six ; chapter seven ; chapter eight ; chapter nine ; chapter ten: part one ; chapter ten: part two

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“Why didn’t you bring me a boy to play with?” Niffty pouted, her little foot stomping the carpet. 

She hadn’t been pleased when Alastor broke the news that he had acquired a new maid to help her out around the hotel, and glared at you past his legs. He laughed, seeming to enjoy her tantrum. You still weren’t sure how to feel about this Demon who had taken over your contract. While he had been pleasant enough at the Emporium after Rosie signed you over, he hadn’t spoken a word to you while leading you through the streets of Hell to bring you here. 

“I’m afraid you’ve answered your own question, Niffty dear. Had I brought you a toy, I’m not so sure you’d sustain your productivity. Which is precisely why I brought help.” He turned to look back at you for the first time then, your chest tightening from the eye contact. Alastor maintained contact as he continued, “Sylvie will maintain my quarters for now so as not to take away from your duties, but once the hotel gets busier I expect you to play nice and share. Besides, she’ll need training before we just let her loose around the hotel! We have a reputation to uphold, after all.”

He smirked at you and broke his gaze, pivoting to make his way up the stairs. Before the others could get a chance to come talk to you, an invisible tug was at your neck and you hurried to catch up with Alastor.

“I’ll show Sylvie to her room so she can settle in,” Alastor said loud enough for everyone, still facing forward as he continued up the staircase.

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That had been a week ago.

Everyone else had been fairly welcoming, Charlie being the kindest. She and her girlfriend Vaggie had made the most effort getting to know you, which made sense being they were in charge of the hotel. Though he wasn’t rude, Husker only spoke to you in short quips. You tried not to dwell on the pity in his eyes any time you crossed by the bar in the lobby.

Angel Dust had been nice too, the few times you had managed to see him and always at the bar, joking amicably that you could almost pass as twins despite quite obvious differences. He was a decent amount taller and slimmer than you for starters. Hell seemed to have turned him into a spider of sorts, and if you had to take a guess, you had spawned here as some kind of milky-colored reptile. No scales, but there was a faint pearlescent pattern of something close to that covering your neck, back, and extremities. 

It was still jarring to see your reflection in the mirror. There were parts you still recognized, though even those features had felt Hell’s touch. To your relief, your face still looked more or less the same. Nearly Human passing, until your newly-added nictitating membrane blinked right-to-left. Though your red pupils and pink sclera were also a dead giveaway (haha, get it?). Something you weren’t sure you’d ever adjust to, but hey, you earned it right?

You had just finished getting into the black collared dress Alastor demanded you wore for work when a dark shadow pooled under your feet. Complete darkness and seconds later, you were standing in the parlor of Alastor’s suite. 

“[Y/N],” Alastor’s low, static voice lingered on it, red eyes boring into you. Something he had gleaned very quickly in the week was how unsettled you got when he used your real name, and enjoyed the opportunities to use it. “I find tardiness to be an irksome trait. Do not make it a habit. Am I understood?”

You fought a grimace, loathing his condescension. The Radio Demon’s smile threatened to tear as he watched you struggle to maintain composure. You hadn’t succeeded completely, but you were making some progress.

“Well?” he goaded.

“Yes, sir,” you managed to say evenly, hands fidgeting behind your back.

You knew better now than to play into his tricks. He was trying to get you to react, a sport he took great pleasure in succeeding at. So when he wasn’t ordering you around, he was complaining about the look on your face. Sullen, petulant, ghastly, he had used all kinds of names. And when you had gotten cheeky with him about it on your second day after hours of scrubbing the area rug in his room that he had dirtied on purpose…

The slight ache in the back of your neck served as a reminder of that. Sadistically, the chain was the only true cold you’ve felt since spawning in Hell and it seemed to burn more than acid rain. It wasn’t hard to remember the weight of it, the sweaty feeling of it on your skin. Alastor had enjoyed it all immensely. 

Denying him his fun in pissing you off probably wasn’t good in the long term, but you had to toe the line in order to find the limit. You wanted to learn as much as you could about the creature who owned you. Eternity was never-ending, but learning how to cope was all you could try to do. Being moved to this hotel had turned out to be a true blessing all things considered, so if navigating Alastor’s moods and demands was the price, you would have to pay it.

“Good!” The expression on Alastor’s face quickly relaxed into a more pleasant one. “Now hurry up and run into town to fetch my dry cleaning, and bring me something from that new butcher shop. I’ll leave it to you to decide, I so love surprises! Skipping breakfast will serve as your warning for being tardy. See you in an hour, dear.”

With that, he disappeared before you in a quick melt of shadow.

He was so. Fucking. Annoying. But you wouldn’t risk throwing a tantrum. For all you knew, he was still somewhere in the room, and honestly, you didn’t have time to waste. The walk from here to Cannibal Town was about twenty minutes and Alastor had summoned you before you had been able to put on your shoes, a five-minute setback at least. He had also made no mention of how you were expected to pay for any of this… 

Time to perform a fucking miracle, you thought to yourself, and made your way for the door.

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Alastor watched as you took a deep breath and smoothed your pale pink hair before leaving his room. The small click of the door locking echoed in the silence. He re-materialized near the large window that faced the city, grinning when he finally saw you walking off the premises at a hurried pace. You were so close to coming loose, so close to breaking that unbecoming pout. How he loathed it. He would rid you of the self-pity you wallowed in, even if it drove you to madness. A chuckle escaped him at the thought.

When you spoke back to him last week it had been such a thrill. Alastor closed his eyes, reliving the memory. He had allowed himself a moment to enjoy your insolence before inverting it to fear. Now that was a face he could get used to. The cold sweat on your skin, your red-pink eyes wide with shock. The sound of your hands and knees hitting the floor was music to his ears! Though he would never forget the gasp that caught in your throat from the shock.

He didn’t even need to raise his voice when he told you never to speak to him that way again, a direction you had perhaps taken too much to heart. Then again, you didn’t come across as a fighter. No, you were much too apathetic for that, at least for now.

And you had smelled so lovely in your fear. The usual floral sweetness of your scent had turned warm and nutty. For a moment he was certain he had picked up a hint of bitterness before you had mouthed off, but it disappeared so quickly once you were frightened that he couldn’t be sure. All he knew was that he wanted to smell it again.

With some luck, that would be quite soon; a little over an hour now if all goes according to plan. The Radio Demon had never expected you to return within the given timeframe.

Setting you up to fail wasn’t fair, but it was certainly fun.

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Donner’s Butchery had been absolutely packed, but you managed to purchase the last available pound of liver. Their selection had been so low that you were more concerned with walking out of there without anything at all. Whether or not Alastor would enjoy it was a matter reserved for your return, though you hoped he would since you had to open a tab to get it. 

Thankfully, the dry cleaning had been settled upfront so you were actually starting to feel a little optimistic about making it back in time. In fact, you were now determined to be back in time out of spite. Imagining the veiled irritation on Alastor’s face when you arrived within the hour kept you distracted from the hunger pain in your stomach, and your pace subconsciously picked up. The high was short-lived though once your mind wandered to what other tasks Alastor would surely have lined up once you handed him his clothes and liver.

And what if he hated liver? You were in such a hurry that you didn’t even know what kind it was if he asked about it, which he probably would if only to watch you squirm trying to answer. The hotel wasn’t too far off now and you stepped into an alley to search the bag for a receipt, hoping that the butcher had been thorough enough to write it down. You found the receipt taped to the butcher paper, the words DEER LIVER scribbled with thick, black marker. 

“Thank god,” you sighed quietly, relieved to have peace of mind and placed it back in the bag. You were just about to step back onto the sidewalk when you heard laughter behind you.

“God ain’t here, sweetheart. Haven’t you noticed?”

You turned to see two demons, already standing much closer to you than you’d like. In your desperation to check the bag, you hadn’t heard them approaching. Something that should have embarrassed you, given the sour smell wafting off their clothes, but there wasn’t time for that. You took a quick glance at the clocktower.

Five minutes.

Of course it was… Even if you ran, you’d probably only get to the gate at best and knowing Alastor, that wouldn’t count.

“You got somewhere to be? Hand over the bag and maybe we’ll let you go,” the taller one continued, his plump sidekick snickering, both moving to cage you in.

God damn it… You were so close. So fucking close. Not only that, but were you were hungry and exhausted. All you had done this week was try your best to manage Alastor’s impossible expectations for what? An easier eternity? The creeps standing near you were right, God wasn’t here. This is Hell. Suffering eternal. 

The sanctuary you thought you’d found at the hotel was anything but. Its promise of redemption was the dangling carrot, always just out of reach. A sick joke, just like everything else here. Not that you had ever planned to be redeemed, you knew why you were here, but living in the hotel had lulled you into a false sense of security. Hell wasn’t clean and filled with mild-mannered sinners.

“Look at that, she’s fucking crying!” the plump demon laughed, bringing you back to the moment. “You’ve always liked ‘em scared, Donny.”

The tall one, apparently called Donny, shot his arm out to block you from leaving, a lecherous grin spreading across his face. “Is he right, baby? You scared?”

You could feel your heart in your throat. Scared? You were pissed. And when Donny grabbed your face and boldly licked a tear off your cheek, you snapped.

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The Radio Demon had been hard at work tuning Vaggie out for the last few minutes. He was aimlessly wandering the lobby when she cornered him, seeming to have finally found her opportunity to interrogate him over acquiring your soul. It would have been easy enough to tell the disgraced Angel that it was the least he could do considering the help Rosie had provided them, but upsetting Vaggie was simply too much fun.

She was droning on about how she and Charlie would be taking over the onboarding of any more new employees when Alastor felt a chain rattle, ear flicking in response. Some fool was messing with his property. He reached out mentally to follow the chain and soon caught the scent of almond. He grimaced. Of course it was yours.

“As much as I cherish our conversations, I’ll need to cut this short Vaggie. I’m afraid duty calls,” Alastor said smugly, grinning at the rage on her face from being so casually brushed off before slipping into shadow.

When Alastor materialized in an alley he was met with piercing screams, and it took him a moment to register what he was seeing. You were on the ground straddling the waist of some poor soul, your face covered in blood as you tore out your victim’s neck with your teeth. The creature in question no longer seemed to have much left of the lower half of his face, the remnants of it no doubt lying somewhere in the gore. His death rattle was nothing more than a gurgle and spurt of blood, but it seemed you were too lost in your rampage to notice he was now motionless beneath you.

Alastor didn’t bother with the pudgy creature that had no doubt been your victim’s friend. Well, perhaps not a very good friend, seeing as the coward ran away once he regained his footing. Besides, it wouldn’t be difficult to track the cretin down if Alastor changed his mind about it later.

For now, his focus was on you and what a glorious sight it was. He wished for a moment that your dress had been a different color, just to see how much blood and scraps of flesh had soaked into it. Judging from the mess on your face, it had to be quite a lot.

The sounds coming from you were savage, nearly carnal, and you were relentless in your attack despite the damage already done. When would you stop, he wondered. When there was nothing but bone? The aspect thrilled him to the core and he sniffed deeply, taking in the scent of blood and almond. There it was — that delicious, bitter, nutty warmth. He had been right. Letting out a satisfied, pleasured sigh, he waited patiently for you to finish. After a minute or so you succeeded in decapitating the fool, and Alastor made his approach as you struggled to catch your breath. 

Gingerly tapping you once with his foot, you startled with a growl and snapped your teeth. Alastor let out a low chuckle, taking in the wild look of your face, eyes glowing pink.

“I believe he’s had enough for now, dear. You made good work of him, I’m quite impressed,” he said, giving you a proud smile. “Now let’s get you home before you cause a scene.”

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[queersolarfandompage]

Hilson Masterlist:

A bunch of fics I’ve read in the last month, month and a half. All works are completed and over 9,000 words per fic.

My Love’s an Arbutus - Rated G

House gets a soulmate, WIlson gets Hanahaki. It ends suprisingly well for both of them.

Handle with Care - Rated G

This is the story of how James Wilson ended up on his best friends doorstep with a baby in a carseat he’d stolen from the maternity ward, and the chaos that followed.

A Thousand Teeth (And Yours Amoung Them) - Rated T

Sometimes, when House gets too overwhelmed by his emotions, he gets a little bitey. This is five times House bites Wilson, and one time Wilson finally bites him back.

Systemic - Rated T

Ever since Wilson moved in, House has presented with some inexplicable symptoms. Fortunately, he has a team of talented doctors to aid him with his diagnosis.

Touch Therapy - Rated T

It’s not that House needs the human contact. It’s just that when you’re sharing an apartment, these things happen sometimes.

I Never Sleep With Married Men - Rated T

House and Wilson are married. It’s not what you think.

Double or Nothing - Rated T

House kisses Wilson’s cheek as part of an ‘act’, it feels too natural to him, so, of course, he has to turn it all into a game, Wilson catches up pretty quickly. The duckings try to not get scarred for life.

The Line of Thought - Rated T

Cameron, Foreman, and Chase keep on trying to get into the little details of House’s love life. House doesn’t like that one bit.

In the Eye of the Storm - Rated T

House does not want Wilson to invite his subordinates over for dinner, and he definitely doesn’t want them to be stuck there due to an unexpected snowstorm. But could the two of them find what they need?

Drew Stars Around my Scars - Rated T

James Wilson loves Gregory House in secret, but perhaps he is closer to knowing than he realizes.

Oreos, a Cane, and a Hell of a Lot of Diapers - Rated T

Hilson AU in which House and Wilson are waiting for the birth of their two babies. Watch them survive their first few weeks of parenthood along with the struggles it takes to be a parent.

Impossible - Rated T

“Wilson, hey-“

“…This is James Wilson. I can’t get to the phone right now, but if you leave a message, I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”

Oh.

There was a long, sustained tone, and House cleared his throat.

“Wilson. I’m sorry for what I said to you in January. It was over the line, and I shouldn’t have gone there in the first place. I know you don’t want to talk to me, and… I’ll respect that. I just wanted you to know that I’m…”

He looked down at the flowers.

“I’m sorry.”

House and Wilson both have Hanahaki Disease, and would rather die than give up their feelings.

No Need to Worry (Making Up Your Mind) - Rated T

House makes the mistake of telling his mother he can’t join her for Christmas because of his new boyfriend. Somehow, this becomes Wilson’s problem.

Something to Prove Series - Rated T

Something to Prove

When House suddenly want to initiate a relationship with Wilson, Wilson is overjoyed. The feelings he’d held for years are finally mutual. Or are they?

Marathons

House and Wilson decide to let the other people in their lives in on the fact that they’re dating. But no, they can’t just sit them down and tell them. Of course not. That would be too boring.

After School - Rated T

Gregory House is incredibly bored with his life when James Wilson is hired to teach Anatomy & Physiology alongside him at Princeton Plainsboro High School. Though he wants to maintain that same monotony he’s grown comfortable with, House quickly finds out that one school year can change a lot.

Life’s Harsh and Sweet Lessons - Rated T

House and Wilson find out that a simple act of kindness can turn into something so much more for all involved. (I love this fic so much. They’re just gay dog dads.)

Losing Balance - Rated T

There’s a new case for House, in which Wilson gets stuck by chance. The relationship between the patiend and his best friend brings up new issues House and Wilson have to deal with. While the first simply chooses to ignore them, the second is forced to face the changes in their friendship and the influence that the people around them have on it.

Gaseous Nebula - Rated T

After a hard day at work, House and Wilson intend to spend their evening watching the Princeton Philharmonic Orchestra. Instead, the building collapses, leaving on of them trapped in peril and the other desperate for answeres. The chaos drives them to revelations about themselves and each other, but it may be too late.

Ship of Fools - Rated M

The Captain’s a tyrant and possibly a madman, but when the crew rebels it’s Wilson who gets caught in the crossfire.

Bait and Switch - Rated M

Wilson tricks House into participating in a bachelor auction to benefit the hospital.

Fool’s Gold - Rated M

Don’t threaten what isn’t yours. (Dragon AU)

Old Machines - Rated M

Wilson said, “So we’re just two friends who want to have sex with each other, who aren’t going to do anything about it.”

Spoken with the increduility of a beautiful person with low impulse control. House shrugged.

“We’ve been that for years. Why mess with success?”

Wilson was looking at his mouth. He sounded strained. “I don’t think what we’re doing qualifies as success.”

Not as Easy as it Looks on TV - Rated M

House and Wilson share an intimate moment. the likes of which Wilson had never seen before in their three year relationship. It drives Wilson to realize he wants to marry House, but of course it’s never that easy, is it?

That’s How Strong My Love Is - Rated M

For once, Wilson doesn’t fall into a relationship, much to House’s irritataion.

Fresh Feeling - Rated M

House is tricked into going on a team-building trip with his colleagues. He does far more bonding with Wilson than anyone else.

Love Is The Drug - Rated M

What happens when two best friends love each other to the point of hating each other? They try to date and sulk about it.

The More It Took Away - Rated E

House has been hiding this little secret of his for years. Too bad it’s coming back to bite him on the ass.

The Escalated Butt Dial - Rated E

He thinks it must be an accident. Because all he hears is shuffling and soft… clapping? He’s about to hang up and laugh because House butt-dialed him while drunk when he hears it.

A very, very obviously sexual grunt. A moan, if more specific. Whatever. Not whatever. He can’t really breath right now, or think; call back laterr.

He wants to hang up. This is an invasion of privacy. This isn’t okay. House butt-dialed him while masurbating, for fuck’s sake. And it’s not like he wants to listen. Right? So. Just hang up.

The One-Eyed King Takes All - Rated E

The classic crew plays strip poker.

You’re the Only One That Never Gets Old Series - Rated E

You’re the Only One That Never Gets Old

An accidental kiss… and a few taht are not so accidental.

Let’s Take A Breath (Before We Go, Go, Go)

House kisses Wilson to piss off an homophobic patient. It might ahve been his best idea yet.

Keep Me Where the Light Is - Rated E

House has his Earth shattering, (good) knee weakening, life changing revelation about Wilson at such an inopporune time, that he’s tempted to laugh. He would have, if he hadn’t been hands deep in his patient’s organs.

Absinthe - Rated E

Wilson wants a new apartment, House is up to no good, and strange metaphors abound.

Experimental Procedures - Rated E

An offhand comment leads Wilson to test out some unusual methods of pain relief for House. (They’re extremely effective.)

Familiarity (Breeds Contempt) - Rated E

House and Wilson stumble into a relationship, but they run into problems before long.

Around We Go Once More - Rated E

Stuck in a small university town out of the country with Wilson, House is up to day 104, of a ‘grounghog day’ style constatly recurring day scenario. Seeing as the day will repeat, he figures it would be safe to try and seduce Wilson; the one he’s always been attracted to, but never acted on it, for fear it would ‘ruin the friendship.’ This is not as easy as he planned, particularly as Wilson refuses to take him seriously.

Stay With Me - Rated E

House has always depended on Wilson’s friendship, but now he finds himself depending on him for his very life - and Wilson realizes that both mean more to him than he ever realized.

I’ll See You In Court - Rated E

Every year, the council chooses ten alphas to participate in the breeding run — this year Wilson has been chosen. He’ll be forced to bond with whichever omega he knocks up whilst he’s in heat. When House hears, he’s forced to take action. There’s only one way to get pulled from the yearly run, and taht’s to file an intent to bond. And in order to file an intent to bond, you need an omega willing to go through with it.

There’s only a week until Wilson’s heat, but luckily, House knows just the omega for the job.

Things That Go Bump - Rated E

Wilson has nightmares. House gets a headache. Everyone tries to diagnose just what’s going on between them.

If He Spends That Dough (Imma Throw Him a Bone) - Rated E

James Wilson loves to feel needed, so who is hOuse to refuse him?

Money, sex, and love is all you need. In that order.

Howler Tone - Rated E

The calls always happen late at night, and they’re extremely sporadic, with weeks, sometimes months bridging between them. They talk on the phone otherwise, of course; about patients, or dinner plans, or carpooling. Typical stuff. But the calls that always end a certain way always start a certain way.

House develops a new vice. Wilson, as always, enables him.

He Won’t Tell You That He Loves You - Rated E

In which Nolan pulls at the Wilson thread, and House can’t stop it all from unraveling. Repression is a hell of a drug.

A Valuable Friend - Rated E

Wilson has been recieving mysterious late night phone calls. He’s rather House kept his nose out of it - but we all know how well that goes.

Baby Mikey - Rated E

House gets a visitor that will change his life, while Wilson struggles to figure out exactly who he is and where he fits into House’s new life.

Buy Some Time, It’s On My Dime - Rated E

The one where House is a phone sex operator.

You’re So Fuckin’ Special (Run) - Rated E

It was full of pictures.

And all of them are of Wilson.

In Every Lie, In Every Truth That You’d Deny - Rated E

Wilson just needs someone to take care of while he recovers from yet another divorce. That’s all this is.

Ath least, that’s what House thinks.

A Patient’s Guide to Living with ICS - Rated E

House and Wilson share a hotel room at a medical conference.

Hooked (On Feeling Low) - Rated E

There are things even House cannot control.

Can Wilson continue picking up the pieces?

A Modest Proposal - Rated E

Tritter’s case agianst House still depends on subpoenaeded testimony from Wilson. To save House from losing everything, the doctors of PPTH decide on an unusal solution, which in turn leads to unexpected consequences. This is a story about the sacrifices we make that turn out not to be such great sacrifices after all.

Silk, Lace, and Satin Bows - Rated E

“What’re those,” House lilted, taking a firmer hold on the blanket and tugging, even as Wilson cluched the blanket to his chest, his eyse impossibly wide as he shook his head.

“It’s nothing,” Wilson gritted out, cheeks flushing hotly. “I just… I borrowed some underwear from Sam. It’s nothing. Just get out, House,” the younger man hissed, clutching the blanket more firmly to his chest.

The Marrying Kind - Rated E

The one where House is a wedding planner and Wilson keeps on getting married.

TGIF - Rated E

House is stuck living the same Friday over and over and over and over again. A Groundhog Day AU with a medical mystery, the pursuit of true love, and egregious references to Bill Murray and Andie MacDowell.

Correlation Does Not Equal Causation - Rated E

“This… this hasn’t happened before.”

“Most people say that in the opposite situation.”

Alternatively titled: Wilson Doesn’t Actually Have Whiskey Dick

Don’t mind me just adding another fic here.

Grin and Bear It - Rated E

In a world where soulmates can feel each other’s pain, Wilson had always grown up wondering if he really had a soulmate. Sure, he could feel the occasional twinge like that of a bruise or cut without actually seeing one, but he had always chalked those up to random aches and pains that everybody got.

Wilson would keep this mindset until both he and House begin feeling agonizing leg pain, and a realization dawning from it causes Wilson’s entire life and well-being to change forever.

I’m always looking for new Fics so if there’s a fic you think is missing from this list, let me know and I’ll check it out!

[teenageheartthrob]

Maruaders- Types of Love

James loves like a happy puppy, with his full heart. It’s almost innocent, as if he hasn’t yet been touched by the hurt of the world, and you supposed in many ways he hasn’t. Although naiveity can often be exciting, you could barely keep up with the hyperactive toddler. It was a shame really that he wasnt the dog, it would’ve been much easier to get him to run laps of the Quidditch pitch. He loves in all five love languages, you’re never short of displays of affection, and James would rather die than to leave you questioning his intentions. He followed you everywhere, physically or otherwise. Even on the pitch his eyes found yours in an instant, the softness behind the contact making your heart beat just a little faster.

Sirius loves fiercely, like he could lose you at any moment. As if his next breath might be his last and maybe breathing you in will save him from the empty clutches of death. Sirius loves with the weight of the fear of his entire family behind him. Perhaps each emotion is as passionate as the other. He loves you like a whirlwind romance, burning and intense. Your friends wouldn’t be surprised to hear one day that the two of you had actually been married for months, having eloped as a display of your endless affection.

Remus loves tenderly, with patience and care. Maybe he's scared of himself, of what he could do to you, but in reality, he's more scared of what you could do to him. He has a tough exterior, he has to, it was the only way he could hope to survive, but you could tear all that down in a second if you looked at him the right way. It fucking terrified him. He loves tenderly, treats you as the love of his life (because you are), but he loves from a distance. Ever so cautious, calculating the damage each of you could feasibly sustain. He watches with a loving gaze and lazy smile, behind shaggy hair, unaware of your blush hiding behind your own.

[insomniasdelusion]

URBANSHADE FILE.

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Project M-14 and M-15.

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[Hunter and Hound.]

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There is currently no photo to use for experiment M-14.

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THE HUNTER.

The Hunter is a failed project, meant to see if we could possibly make humans quicker underwater.

DNA Mixes.

-Mugger Crocodile.

-Sand tiger shark.

-Oceanic white-tip shark.

Test M-14 had originally been a felon convicted with arson and genocide, having set a neighborhood aflame on two-forty three am.

The looks they had taken during the experiments was odd. They had a lower body exactly like the crocodile they had been tested with, though matched with a sharks dorsal fin and tail. Eyes had some reason grown onto the tail, each looked different constantly. The largest eye always was glaring harshly at the scientists, guards, or other patients. The hadn’t been a pupil and the iris seemed deformed and constantly moving, not trying to stop. The lower eye always avoided contact, it stayed glossy and rarely moved from its downward position. The eye above the main was constantly shifting to look around, it was swirled and never stopped moving. The final eye had been positioned slightly off to the left, it functioned as normal, looked to the person who was speaking and sometimes seemed to stare into the abyss. We believe there had been an accidental mix of eyefestations DNA into M-14.

Moving to M-14 facial features, they only had one eyes on their face, the other one had been clawed out by said subject with the constant screaming that it was too bright. The guards had unfortunately failed to stop them, so an empty socket rests on their face. The other one however, never closed, the eye moved oddly. Mixing into small shapes as to show if the patient was awake, alerted, uncomfortable, or distressed.

They had odd like shark fins on their head, moving around and flicking like ears, we are not sure why they had formed.

M-14 has very sharp teeth, they can and will bite. Many guards have sustained injuries and limb loss due to this so it’s suggested to stay back or subdue the patient before entry.

We have learned that the patient has sensitive eyes, using a flash beacon can stun them up to five to ten seconds. It gives us further evidence to believe that their DNA had gotten mixed with eyefestaions.

Though do be wary and use the flash beacon sparsely, the patient will become more aggressive and agitated.

M-14 is a generally neutral presence when not being experimented with or being agitated, they often sit in their cell playing with project M-15, assumedly had originally been the patients pet before all this. Nobody is quite sure why they were permitted to keep the animal, but it made a good testing ground for other mammals.

It has been seen if someone is to cause harm to the project M-15, patient M-14 will start a rampage of sorts. Screaming, growling, hissing, and causing mass damage. Intent on ripping apart the person who hurt their ‘friend’.

During this time, it’s smartest and safest to put the cell on lock down and wait for M-14 to calm down. Ignore the pleading. Ignore the begging. And ignore the crying. Subject is aggressive and just trying to manipulate you, it is no longer human. Do not empathize.

INFORMATION ON SUBJECT M-14.—————————————————

•Height: 9ft (standing)

•Length: 16ft

•Weight: 1,634lbs

•Age: experimenting started at 18 so subject would be possibly 23 now.

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OLD INFORMATION.————————————————

•Name: Oswald Reigns.

•Gender: Unconfirmed(?)

•Height: 5’3

•Weight: 160lbs

•Age: 18

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THE HOUND.

The Hound despite its name is no dog and had originally been a one year old female grey, orange, and white calico cat.

Project M-15 had come down with patient M-14, why it had been allowed nobody was honestly sure.

M-15 is hissy and can be violent if not with M-14, at first it would cower in corners and run from the nearest human. Now you would have a good chance of losing a finger if to close.

DNA Mixes.

-Arabian Shark.

-Mudskipper.

M-15 is around five feet tall, as long as an average sized human. It had fins resting on the sides of its head, attached to its ears. It has two eyes, each having an oddly shaped pupil. M-15 has fins attached to its front and back legs, as well as on its back which connects to the two the main and secondary dorsal fins. To many surprise, project M-15 is still oddly fluffy? As well it kept its original markings other than a few colors added, its fur still having orange, grey, and white.

M-15 will often wander around the abandoned facility, if an expendable is to pick it up, step on it, or flash it them M-15 will start to make a wailing noise that will attract M-14 or possibly even other entities. It’s best to hide in a locker until both M-14 and M-15 leave, if you fail to reach a safe spot in time flash M-14 and make a run for it.

If you are to kill project M-15, getting past M-14 will be significantly harder. Please be do mindful. Don’t take away their only friend it’s all they have left.

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INFORMATION ON PROJECT M-15.—————————————————

•Height: 5’5ft

•Weight: 153lbs

•Age: test started at 1 years old, subject would possibly be 6 now.

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OLD INFORMATION.—————————————————

•Name: Juno

•Gender: Female

•Height: 1’9ft

•Weight: 13lbs

•Age: 1

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CONCEPT ART FOR HUNTER AND HOUND.

[xaeoism]

Muichiro and you finally make up Part 1 Part 2

To note : This upper moon is not any of the upper moons that are currently in the show right now. I merely made one up on a whim and I apologize if this is a little disappointing. I would also like to apologize if this was too long hahah.

The two of you dashed through the woods, trying to get to the location as fast as possible before anyone else gets killed. During the whole journey, muichiro kept trying to apologize.

"Hey, I wanted to say sorry, for everything, really.", he slightly shouted whilst running.

You don't respond and you weren't planning to. Perhaps you were just afraid that you might say something you didn't intend to but you ultimately decided to blame it on the fact that you didn't want to bite onto your own tongue instead.

"I'm sorry, really sorry."

There he goes again. Is that all he ever does? Spew out apologies like a broken recorder?

"Would you just shut it? God, your voice is starting to tick me off.", you finally replied, exasperated by his stubbornness to earn your forgiveness.

He keeps quiet before opening his mouth again.

"...Sorry."

Tsk. Could he stop that annoying habit?

"Stop apologizing or I won't even think about listening to you anymore.", you said as you ran faster, leaving him behind.

The two of you made it to the assigned village within an hour. Immediately, the smell of iron flooded your senses, causing you to cringe. You may have been too late to save some people but you refuse to let anyone else get injured.

"This way", muichiro said, as he rushed towards the west of the village. You followed behind him quietly.

It didn't take a lot of effort to find the demon. Or rather, it didn't put any effort in to hide itself. It was blatantly squatting there, tearing a human apart. The deafening crunch of human bones made you close your eyes in disgust.

Muichiro wasted no time, quickly unsheathing his sword to get an attack in on the demon before it could do so first. However, before his sword came into contact with the demon's neck, it vanished.

You instinctively jumped back, sensing something behind you.

The demon could be seen standing at where you once were, it's hand sticking out to where your neck was a few seconds ago.

You shuddered, had you not been any quicker to jump away, you may have just died right there.

You were just about to unsheathe your own weapon when you felt something warm trickling down your neck. You touched it and looked at the dark red liquid smeared on your hand.

You didn't feel any contact but yet you still got injured? How fast was this demon exactly?

Now that it was facing towards you, you could finally make out it's features. The demon was wearing a kimono that perfectly hugged it's petite figure and in it's right hand was a crystallized parasol. Before you could assess it even more, she looked up and scowled at you with such ferocity that it made your hairs stand on end.

Upper Five, huh.

You drew your weapon. It wasn't a normal sword like muichiro's, but a rapier instead.

When you first started training, you were able to use a normal sword as well. As time passed however, you found that having a rapier as a weapon suited you and your breathing style better. Like Shinobu, you also used wisteria poison to help fasten your killing process since trying to cut off the demon's head may take a few slashes from your weapon to effectively do so.

You gripped onto your rapier tightly, running towards the demon, and in one swift moment, you thrusted your sword straight at her neck, only for your attack to be parried by her parasol.

She swung the parasol, causing numerous crystallized shards to cover a large area of the ground. You jumped away, sustaining a few cuts on your arms and legs in the process.

Suddenly, she appeared under you in an instant, parasol closed and ready to pierce through whatever was in its way. You quickly bent backwards, the tip of the parasol scraping pass your chin. Muichiro was positioned behind her, ready to lop her head off before she disappeared once more.

"You're so annoying, can't you just stay still?", you grumbled in frustration as you wiped off the blood from your latest injury.

Muichiro looked at you in concern, some parts of your uniform were starting to turn darker from the injuries you received.

"Hey, are you alright? I'll protect you.", he said gently as he stood in front of you.

"Thanks, Muichiro, but do you think that I'm so weak as to need your protection?", you spoke, eyes boring holes into the back of his head.

"Just focus on protecting yourself.", you said as you pushed him aside.

The demon said nothing, only eyeing the two of you as if choosing who she should attack next. As if on cue, she launched at muichiro, who wasn't on guard at that time and landed a hit on his leg. You watched in shock as the demon's parasol pierced through his flesh. He yelled in pain and swung his sword down at the demon, severing the arm carrying the parasol.

You sprung into action, gathering your thoughts as you hit the demon with a flurry of quick thrusts, tearing tendons in their arms and legs before finishing with a shot to their neck. This time, it successfully went through the demons neck. You held your weapon tightly, anxiously waiting for your poison to take effect. As each second passed you grew more paranoid.

Your poison was not... working?

You immediately tried pulling your weapon out from its neck after coming to that realization. However, it was as if the demon already knew what you were planning to do next and quickly tried to merge with your sword still stuck in her neck. Your hand was still gripping onto the handle of your weapon, trying to tug it out despite it proving to be ineffective a few seconds ago. You watched in terror as the demon's left hand curled up to form a fist and before you knew it, pain bloomed from your stomach as you crashed onto a tree trunk.

The pain in your back was excruciating. You definitely broke many bones from the impact, you thought to yourself as you coughed up large amounts of blood. Your vision was blurry and your ears rang. You looked up to see the demon walk towards you. Every cell in your body was telling you to move, run, to do something rather than just lying on the trunk awaiting your demise. You tried to move but hissed in pain when you tried turning your torso.

The demon was now in front of you. Her arm had regenerated and another parasol grew from her palm. She aimed the tip at your head, preparing to deliver the final blow as you brought your hands up to form a pathetic defense.

However, the final blow never came.

You slowly opened your eyes and saw drops of blood fall onto your clothes. You turned your head up and gasped in horror. There was muichiro, standing in front of you, with the crystallized tip of the parasol stabbing through his stomach.

The demon twisted the parasol before pulling out and muichiro's limp body fell on you. You held his body close, eyes still wide open from what had occurred.

"Muichiro..? Mui- Wake up!", you pleaded as you tried to apply pressure onto his wound with your trembling hands.

Suddenly, you heard something drop. You followed the sound, and saw an eyeball. Then, another eyeball fell. You glanced at the demon, only to be met with the sight of her kneeling down, desperately trying to hold her face together with her hands. You wondered what was happening before something clicked in your head.

Your poison. It was working now.

Adrenaline took over all your senses, your heartbeat and breathing increasing rapidly as you quickly crawled over to grab muichiro's sword that was left at the side when he fell limp. You ignored the searing pain in your stomach and stumbled over to the demon.

Her skin was now melting from her face and it doesn't seem to be getting better for the demon anytime soon. You hold the sword at her neck, your hand visibly shaking due to the adrenaline rush. You pushed the sword through her neck, cutting through it in one clean swipe. Her head fell, turning into ashes before it even made contact with the ground. Her body laid on the ground lifelessly, slowly turning into ashes as well.

You collapsed a few seconds later, your legs finally giving out as the adrenaline began to settle down. You made your way back to muichiro's unconscious body.

"Mui..? Mui, why did you stand in front of me? Why couldn't you just protect yourself instead?", you asked teary-eyed as you cradled him, gently caressing and brushing stray hairs away from his face.

"Oh mui, please be alright... Please, I don't want to lose you..", you mumbled softly before closing your eyes and falling into a deep slumber.

Sunlight filtered into your room through the small cracks between the blinds, causing you to stir from your sleep. You looked at your surroundings groggily, trying to figure out where you were before coming to the conclusion that you were at the Butterfly Mansion.

How long had you been out for? And most importantly, how was muichiro doing?

You thought about paying him a visit before your eyes landed upon your hand intertwined with someone else's. You stared at your hand, before looking at the other hand connected with yours. You turned your head around and saw muichiro lying behind you, sleeping peacefully. Your eyes widened in surprise as you turned in the bed to face him properly. Your hand reached out, gently caressing his face.

"Should I maybe be unconscious more often?", muichiro spoke with a soft laugh as his eyelids fluttered open.

"Muichiro! Why are you even here- Aren't your injuries much worse than mine?", you replied quickly, a little embarrassed that he caught you in the act.

"I woke up a few days ago but you hadn't yet, so I decided to come here to wait for you.", he said.

"You shouldn't have recklessly taken that hit. You could've died if it pierced through your vital organs!", you said with a frown as you felt yourself getting angry again.

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't bear seeing you get anymore injured than you were.", he said, voice trailing off weakly as he looked away from you.

You kept quiet, unsure of how to respond to his sincere apology.

"Will you forgive me..?", he asked meekly as he looked back at you.

You pondered for a moment before sighing.

"I will, if you promise to not do something so brash ever again."

Upon hearing this, his eyes lit up.

"Would you.. consider being my lover again?", he asked hesitantly, holding his breath as he waited anxiously for your answer.

"I.. believe my heart had already started beating for you once more when you protected me from that fatal attack.", you replied, looking up at him with a small smile.

He smiled in absolute joy as he hugged you close to him.

"I missed you so much.", he said, happiness evident in his tone.

You slowly wrapped your arms around his back , returning the affection he was giving you.

"I.. missed you too."

I sincerely hope that you enjoyed this last part! Personally, I believe that this post is not on par as compared to the previous two but I still hope that some parts of this post made up for it.

[hualianff]

Modern Uni AU. Boyfriends Hualian. XL rooms with MQ and FX while HC somehow snagged one of the few single rooms in the upperclassmen building.

Hualian find out very soon that they can’t study in HC’s room because they’ll just end up making out on HC’s bed for hours. XL will try so hard to keep them on track, literally turning away as he studies on HC’s bed while HC is banished to remain at his desk. 

HC manages to get some work done before sneaking his way over to XL, who currently lays on his front, typing up notes. HC covers his boyfriend’s body with his own, pinning XL down with the weight of a sack of potatoes. 

“San Lang, do your homework,” XL sighs, unaffected by the extra body on top of him. HC merely buries his nose in the crook of XL’s neck. 

“Bleh.”

HC then pretends to snore.

XL pauses his typing, and says, “You’re not being a very good study partner right now.”

“I can be a different kind of partner, just say the word,” HC cheekily answers. 

XL sighs. Gathering his strength and utilizing the element of surprise, XL flips them over so he sits in HC’s lap. 

“San Lang, you’re being too greedy. We’ve barely even worked an hour,” XL says seriously, borderline scolding his boyfriend. HC is undeterred. 

“I am simply lobbying for a higher wage,” HC remarks, sliding his hands up XL’s sides, teasing the edge of his sweater. “Three kisses per hour of work just isn’t enough to sustain me.”

XL raises an unimpressed eyebrow. Without breaking eye-contact, he reaches behind him to fling off his notebook and somehow place his laptop on HC’s desk. 

“How about four-“

“Let’s go for time, Gege,” HC suggests with a sparkle in his eye. 

“What?”

“Hm, it’s easier to keep track that way. Let’s say, ten minutes of kisses per hour of work,” HC says.

“Five.”

“Eight.”

“San Lang.”

“…Nine.”

“That’s not how bargaining works,” XL frowns, flicking HC’s forehead. HC just laughs, sitting up so he can skim his lips along his lover’s neck.

“It is when kisses are at stake. Come on, Gege, please? Just a few?” HC begs, pressing light kisses along the column of XL’s throat. “I promise we’ll get more work done after.”

Liar, XL thinks. But he doesn’t turn his head away as HC mouths his way up along XL’s jaw, then his cheek, kissing until he reaches the corner of XL’s mouth. 

Without saying anything else, XL concedes by capturing his boyfriend’s lips in a tender kiss, melting against HC’s body. 

HC smirks triumphantly against XL’s lips. Using one hand to cup XL’s nape, he quickly unlocks the watch on XL’s wrist and sets the timer to ten minutes. Without wasting another second, HC leans back on the bed and yanks XL down with him, bodies flush together as they lose themselves in fervent kisses. 

Mysteriously, the timer never goes off. 

It’s only when XL’s phone goes off, MQ asking if XL is coming down with them for dinner, do HC and XL pull apart with enough rationale to think. 

Oh my god, XL thinks. I’ve been bamboozled!

HC, the sly fox he is, instantly sits up with a bright smile. Because XL is too stunned to speak, HC sneaks in yet another “innocent” kiss. 

“Gege, it’s dinner time. Let’s go!”

“I- give me ten minutes,” XL says in a strained voice. HC tilts his head in question, then notices the obvious bulge in his boyfriend’s pants. 

“Well look who decided to join us today~”

XL chucks a pillow at his boyfriend’s head with a glare.

The turn of events has HC going down to the dining hall with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face while XL calms himself down. Which was kind of difficult to do since he’s surrounded by HC’s scent…

When XL finally joins the group, FX and MQ immediately fire off their questions.

“What took you so long!?”

“Why are you so red?”

XL coughs, then takes his seat beside HC, who wears a satisfied smirk. 

One look at the pair and Fengqing know not to ask any further questions. 

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w/ @no-one-says-hi

[azulera]

Hi! If you're still taking request I would like a Kylian and black reader blurb inspired by "Lovers & Friends" the usher song. :) :) :)

Way Back

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Black Reader

Words: 1.2k

Notes: not very confident about this one :/ don’t know why it’s been so hard for me to write about kylian lately, but c’est la vie. and anon i hope you like

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The park where Kylian had asked her to meet was deep in the design district and crowded, but she'd found a clear spot on a bench near a tall, bubbling fountain. It was 9am, far too early to be awake and in the sunlight after the night of expensive white attire, multi-syllabic drinks and dancing they’d had, but since she’d known him, way back in the stuffy hallways of the lycée, he’d been an early riser. The text itself had come into her phone with a seriousness uncommon to her usually buoyant, playful, friend: I need to see you, to talk. Her stomach had turned as she read it, exhilarated and uncertain, but it wasn’t like she could say no.

No more than five minutes later, the crunching sound of wheels on asphalt pulled her eyes from the brilliant display of water. It was Kylian’s car maneuvering into the lot, and as he parked, he motioned to her out of the window. When she approached, the window slid down completely to reveal his smiling face, freshly shaved and smooth, and tan from the Miami sun. He was stupidly handsome, she thought, even when he should have been still jet-lagged and hungover.

“Ça va?” He asked, pulling her into a side hug through the window, with a kiss on both cheeks. She tried to read it as the normal greeting that it was, and ignore her stomach’s fluttering.

“Ça va, Ky. What did you want to speak about?”

“D’accord, straight to it.” He laughed, his dark eyes creasing in the corners. “Come on, get in. We will talk in the car.”

She met his gaze a moment, and watched as his own tracked slowly down her body and back up. Her eyebrows sprung toward her hairline. The earlier apprehension started to shrivel, and the “no-BS” attitude that had sustained a decade of friendship threatened to return.

“Excuse me?”

“What?”

She shifted her weight to one foot. “You’re looking at me like I’m a piece of meat.”

“Mais, non, I’m just, looking.” He denied, smoothing out the neck of his t-shirt. “Last night was a little bit wild, no? I want to make sure you are okay.”

It was a viable excuse, but the anxiety twisting up her insides wouldn’t stop showing on her face. She couldn’t fight the feeling that, as was custom in their friendship, he was joking with her, that this entire meeting was a ploy to build her hopes up, only to bring them down in a pathetic crash.

“Putain, je vais pas te mordre. Why do you look so scared?”

“I don’t know,” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t know what to think anymore, Kylian.”

He sighed out harshly from his nose, turning his head, and her mind flashed to last night, when her friend had completed the same gesture while he had her pressed up against the side door of his car —the very same car she stood in front of now— both their eyes wide and breathing hard into one another’s mouths. The moment came after a night of flirty bantering that wasn’t unusual between them, but that couldn’t explain the heat in his eyes as he followed her through the party, or the hand that drifted lower and lower along her back while they danced and mingled with acquaintances. She’d excused it at first, blaming the loosening effects of alcohol on his straight and narrow system, but that moment, pressed body to body, mouths a desperate decision’s length apart, and his palms burning their prints onto her hips, crossed any of the lines that kept them on the correct side of friendship.

She wasn’t sure now that they, or if she, at least, could travel back to the other side.

“What? Do you mean about last night?” He asked.

“I mean, are we going to pretend?”

He bit his lip, but maintained eye contact, letting the question simmer, and deepen, knowing that the memory playing in his head was the very same as the one looping in hers. Her face and neck began to feel warm, and she forced herself not to touch the spots.

“You did not like it, then? What we did. Or, what we did almost. You did not want it.”

“It’s not that–“ She started, fingering one of the strands spilling from her quickly-done top knot. The jolting feeling of “Is this really happening?” rocked through her again. “I just want to know why.”

“And you are sure you don’t want to do this inside? Where we have some more, privacy?”

He looked around the park still filling with joggers and dog walkers, and she also became aware of how it might look, should someone stop and recognize him, or even worse, if they caught any snippets of the words being exchanged.

Still, she shook her head “no”. It was firm, and the wisest choice, knowing that the second she got another view of the car door, or trapped in the confines of his passenger seat, her resolve would melt like an ice-cream cone left on the pavement. His smooth words, his sweet smell, the fact that she would be within his arm’s reach - if she wanted any chance to reinstate their fraying boundaries, the conversation had to happen here.

“Okay, comme tu veux.” He leaned forward onto the window frame, his forearms flexing, and she held on to his every word. “Bien, last night, tu sais, you looked– beautiful. You do, always, but at the party–” He blew air from his mouth, and licked his lips. “And so many people came up to me, and they assumed that you were mine- I mean, that we were together. And I liked it. It felt, je sais pas, right.

Then, all through the night, it made me think. How you are the person I have the most fun with. How you know me so well. How we are compatible like – I mean, je veux dire, it is not until this trip that I realized–”

“Realized what?”

Her body flushed while he spoke, a battery of emotions blitzing through her, making her palms sweat in the morning’s rising heat, and the back of her neck tingle. Her chest, however, was heavy with the weight of the one thing she hadn’t allowed herself to want.

“‘Cause, I don’t understand. You had all these thoughts, because you liked how I looked? Or because other people thought we looked good together? That’s not – I don’t think that’s enough. If that’s all it is, physical, we should have just kissed, done whatever last night, and been done with it.”

“But, I want to do more than kiss you, Y/N. That’s why I did not. I want … I think … I want to try. If you want to.”

She knew what he meant without him spelling it out; just as she understood that this was him putting everything – the awkward adolescent fumblings and every longing look, joint off-season vacation, and pre-match phone call since then – out there, on the table, a cue for the pretenses and fears she’d built up to fall away.

“Are you serious about this, Kylian? We’re meant to be …” She took a step closer to his vehicle, her voice a murmur, and her eyes still stuck to his like he’d glued them there. There was nowhere to run, and, from the softness she read there in his look, there was no need to. “Yeah. Yes. I want to.”

“Ouias?”

She nodded, scared that more words would break the delicate thing taking form between them, which still didn't feel real. He had leaned further out of the window, but his next words reached her as if in slow motion.

“Last night I wanted you, amour. So badly. But all this time, I’ve needed you, I think. Even if I did not know it.”

“Prove it.”

The words flew from her without permission, but his eyes widened at the challenge, then burned. It lit a fire in her body the rest of the way down.

“Come here,” He crooked his fingers, the same cheeky smile on his mouth that had been there in the stuffy halls of the lycée, but now with something more meaningful, something reciprocated, in it. And just as back then, the door pulled open, and she found her way to him.

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These Wells Are Dried

Part 1 of 2

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The Red Lantern is a story I rolled up with The Broken Cask self-guided rpg book. It’s about an inn on the edge of a barren wilderness, owned by a "grumpy on the outside, soft on the inside" half-elf (Nicco) and run by his staff (Arturo, a human ranger and Elleh, a gnome bard). I highly recommend the book! It is so fun, and it got my confidence way up for DMing and creative writing.

The setting is based on the high desert and shrubsteppe of Eastern Washington and Oregon, a very special place.

whumptober 2024. Day 04. sunburn l healing salve l heatstroke l "if my pain will stretch that far"

WC: 2445

SFW no warnings really just peril, bad decisions, and someone almost dies

The high plain’s summer race was brutally hot this year. So bad that many participants had scratched before the starting gun even sounded, despite having trained years for this moment.

Nicco knew his horse could handle it. Cataldo was made for this weather, and the two of them had braved worse together. If anything, the severe heat wave would give them a competitive edge. 

Each year, the Red Lantern Inn hosted the race as one of the checkpoints as well as the first aid headquarters. The famous location had been run by Nicco’s family for generations. The rustic wood paneled operation was self-sustaining, being this far out in the shrubsteppe wilderness. Despite the remote location, travelers came from all over for the experience. Not only was it a place to see riders coming and going, it boasted famously delectable dishes, had quaint lodging, and a haunting bottomless spring in the cellar with healing properties.

The spring had always been open to the public, until five years ago. Nicco had boarded up the cellar and magically sealed the door with no explanation. Since then the inn had lost a good chunk of business, making the High Plains Horse Derby a crucial opportunity to catch up on profits. 

The starting line was twenty miles east of the Red Lantern. Where the tall ponderosa pines on the edge of the nearest mountain range offered the last shelter any of the riders would see for days. From this spot the high desert stretched out below, rolling hills stretching out until they became flat plains far beyond.

Nicco trotted Cataldo in the nearby clearing, a race veterinarian standing by to assess the beast’s gait. A horn rang out. Ten minutes till start. The half elf secured his long black hair into a ponytail and checked his pack one last time. Water was a concern, but he knew this land well, probably better than any of the other racers. Several springs along the way should be his saving grace, so he skimped on water. His gaze drifted up to the other riders heading for the starting line, heavy water skins bouncing with every stride. Nicco would make do with just two. He knew this land, it had always cared for him, and he for it. It was a risk, but calculated. 

Riders stood abreast at the line drawn in the dirt at their feet. The fresh scent of pine needles crunching under hoof perfumed the air along with the excitement and adrenaline of three dozen horses and three dozen riders. Nico patted Cataldo’s already sweating neck, a confident smirk gracing his face as he made eye contact with the rider next to him, who was ogling at Nicco’s lack of waterskins. 

The chatter grew more quiet as the three minute flag holder ran across the field.

The race marshall began the count down.

“TEN, NINE, EIGHT…”

Nicco ground the balls of his feet into the stirrups, heels down.

“...SEVEN, SIX, FIVE…”

He choked up on the reins and flexed his elbows.

“...FOUR, THREE…”

He shook a stray hair out of his face.

“TWO”

Breathe in.

“ONE”

Breathe out.

BANG. The starting gun went and so did thirty six horses. In an instant, Nicco positioned himself up in the saddle, taking his rear off the leather. As everyone around him whipped and kicked, he simply gave Cataldo the space to do what he did best. 

Run.

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“He’s here!” Arturo leaned out the window as he watched the telltale dust cloud of a group of riders nearing. They were just dark shapes, peeking in and out of view as they traversed the low hills and short sage bushes. Elleh put down the dish she was cleaning and ran to the door. The two of them jogged to the checkpoint station to cheer for their boss. As they neared they saw his waterskins were shriveled, completely empty, his face was flushed red. 

“Nicco are you okay?” Elleh was immediately concerned. 

“Quite fine, Elleh.” He dismounted as the race volunteer signed him in. He leaned closer to her and Arturo “First spring was dry, but it was the smaller of the three.” He said in a hoarse whisper, his lips were severely cracked already. “The next one will have water."

Arturo hummed doubtfully “We have extra water bladders, Ni–”

“NO.” Nicco cut him off. “If you help me I’ll be disqualified, remember? I’ll just refill here, and the next spring is 10 miles away.” He stormed off, leading Cataldo to a cooling off station. Arturo cast Elleh a worried glance, she shrugged and went back inside. When Nicco was cranky AND set on an idea, there would be no convincing him otherwise. 

-

The next spring was dry. 

Nicco tried digging into the cracked earth but it was no use, the deep-rooted plants bordering the basin had already begun to whither and drop their seeds. He bit his thumbnail as he decided what to do next, he looked over at Cataldo. The horse was absolutely drenched in sweat, and they still had a long way to go. He weighed his remaining water in his hands. Surely the next spring, the largest one will have water. With a decisive nod he lowered his hand and mounted again. 

The heat had become even more unbearable as the day wore on. It made Nicco feel like he were fermenting from the inside, sticky sweat clinging to every inch of his skin, nausea creeping up with every stride of his mount.

-

Seven miles further, with 25 more to go. Nicco left the marked trail once more, to find his secret spring. He followed a small gravel line to a low spot behind a hill, anxiously leaning forward to see what awaited. 

A basin of dust. 

Panic immediately rose in the half-elf’s throat. He most certainly was not going to make it to the finish line, that much he could decide right then and there. He had gambled and lost, but what was worse is that Cataldo was an equal in these consequences. He dismounted, wringing his hands and looking at his steed. Taldo probably looked better off than he did. Being a thin-blooded desert horse, he could withstand the lack of water if Nicco was careful. 

He had already given all of his water to the horse on the way here, with a pinch of salt for electrolytes, but Nicco hadn’t had anything to drink but one sip on his way to the second spring. He scratched at his beard nervously one last time, still looking around at the ground as if water would spontaneously erupt out of the earth. There was only one thing to do, head back as efficiently as possible. The rider undid his top wrap. He would share his sun protection with his horse to hopefully save on sweating. Upon remounting, he tucked one end of the fabric into the browband of the bridle, between Taldo’s freckled ears. Then he took the rest of the fabric and tucked it into his belt, creating something of an umbrella for the nag’s neck. It wasn’t much, but it was the best he could do. 

Nicco chirped and squeezed his legs ever so slightly, sending Cataldo into a trot, the most energy efficient way home. Immediately, he could feel the heat of the early afternoon sun begin to prickle his exposed chest, shoulders, and back.

-

A cowbell rang on the west corner of the inn, the cooling station volunteer had been instructed to ring it upon anyone returning to the checkpoint, alerting the staff and medics to prepare for something to potentially be wrong. 

Elleh and Arturo, in the middle of serving food, hurried to the windows along with most of the guests. The cowbell hardly ever went off, but this was the third time they had heard it today, two other riders had scratched out of caution for the heat just an hour ago.

“Can you see the rider?” short-statured Elleh couldn’t see past the crowd, and began to make for the door.

Arturo squinted and craned his neck, “It’s Nicco.” He looked back at her with wide worried eyes. Elleh burst out the door.

Elleh was concerned by Nicco’s sun-baked face before, now she was horrified. Nicco swayed on the saddle as he came in, eyes half-lidded and red, red like the rest of his blistering skin. His black hair was plastered to his forehead, neck, and shoulders with sweat. He swayed harder as he slowed Cataldo to a walk, leaning forward and gripping the front of the saddle, his wrap top that had been protecting the horse’s neck fluttered to the ground. The tiny gnome rushed toward the pair “NICCO!” Arturo was right behind her. The station medic was already on the way as well, and the three of them helped Nicco down. 

“All dry.” Nicco huffed as Arturo supported him, the half-elf’s hand still gripping the saddle. His skin looked an awful lot like the rotisseried pheasants they served in the winter time, blistered and charred deep red.

“Damn it Nicco…” Arturo began to pull him away. 

“No… Can’t leave… Dissqualiff’d” Nicco slurred as he gripped the saddle harder. 

“Boss, your race is over.” Arturo said gently. “We have to go inside, now.” The burly man could feel heat radiating off Nicco’s body like a cast iron pan. He reached out and broke Nicco’s grasp on the saddle. He muttered and protested the whole way to the aid tent as Elleh hurried the horse to the shaded stables.

The race medics had already been prepared for dehydration, heatstroke, and sunburn as the number one concern of the day, but did not expect to see a case this bad. Nicco had been sick, twice, in the short walk to the tent, in between incoherent complainings. Arturo was basically dragging him by the time they got him to a cot, and deposited his lanky figure onto the frame like a dead fish. 

-

Nicco’s blank mind didn’t even try to figure out where he was when his eyes squinted open at the gently rustling canvas ceiling of the tent. He had been drugged by an angry customer once, and that was the first thing his mind went to as he felt like his whole body was made of fog. Like how he imagined performing “misty step” would feel, if he knew any magic. He heard a gentle scratching sound above his head, he tried looking up to see, the cold rag on his neck sliding off. A tiny arm caught it before it tumbled off the cot, and placed it back in its place. Elleh’s rosy-cheeked face came in to view, tight with worry, she set her sketchbook on the stool she’d been sitting on and kneeled next to her boss. Her friend. His eyes started to close again.

“Nicco.” She whispered, she would shake his shoulder, but it was the worst burnt part of him and covered in a strange mint green salve. Instead she reached for his hand and squeezed it. “Nicco.” She said a bit louder. 

His eyes opened a little wider now. Some of the fog had lifted and he could comprehend more of the space now. The little gnome was grabbing his hand, it felt nice. He squeezed it back weakly. He took stock of his surroundings, he was on a hammock-like cot, with naught covering him but his underpants and a few cold wet rags draped over him strategically. Several potions and a canteen sat on an empty stool by his feet. 

“It’s bad Nicco.” Elleh frowned. She was never this serious, something was very wrong. “You almost died.” She barely choked out the words while her eyes went glassy. Nicco was still confused, why was she so upset? He hadn’t seen her cry since the first day he’d met her. Elleh was supposed to be the uplifting one. 

“Cataldo…” Were Nicco’s only muttered words in response. 

A flash of frustration heated Elleh’s sorrowful expression. “Your horse is fine Nicco, you gave him all of your water!” She shook her head, then got serious again. 

She hesitated. “Nicco… you have to unlock the cellar. The medics… they said you could have permanent internal damage.” 

His eyes shot up at her with that all too familiar stubborn look. He shook his head as much as he could before he was too dizzy after two shakes. 

“Whatever… whatever it is, Nicco. Whatever it is you won’t talk about. It isn’t worth this. Please, you’re not thinking clearly. Just tell me how to open it. You could die.” She was begging now, having pulled his hand to her chest and squeezing it even tighter. “Just this one time, then we can lo–” She stopped talking when his dark eyes locked with hers, his cracked lips parted to speak. Nicco rolled over and was sick on the ground at the bard’s feet. Elleh released his hand to grab a nearby bucket, patting her boss on the back as the only secrets he let out were what he had for breakfast that morning. 

-

Nicco fought the severe burns and inflammation for days after, the main medic stayed long overdue her contract to tend to him. Arturo offered to call in someone else so she could get home, but she declined, she had to see the job through. A cleric happened to be passing through the second day and treated the innkeeper to the best of his abilities. Nicco fully woke up the next day, to his caring employees again begging him to open the cellar so he could use the healing waters. He simply shook his head, voice too hoarse to respond. 

Once the boss was semi-ambulatory, the medic left, and he sulked around the inn like a lost ghost. Elleh and Arturo constantly fussed over him to stop moving around. He insisted at least to sit in the kitchen to oversee things, but never lasted long. It was only when he was snoring like a bugbear in his seat that Arturo would force him to go to bed. Nicco was unusually quiet for weeks after, clearly hiding his pain from his doting employees, who were also his closest friends. He laid in bed and tears ran down his blistered cheeks once he was alone. They cared so much for him, care he in no way deserved. He could feel his body not working like it should, the horrifyingly abstract wrongness of it. The magical healing of the cellar pool could help immensely… NO. He buried the idea as quickly as it sprouted. No one could go down there ever again. He wasn’t even sure if he could remember how to break the magical seal anyway. He would take his suffering as long as he could, would he die for his secret? Undecided. He drifted off to sleep. 

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Author's Note:

I've been so excited to share this! I was struggling to come up with an actual story for these characters until I started writing for this prompt. The second part will show up later for whumptober :)

I just gave it a final edit and I'm so glad I wrote this when it was actually hot out because I would never have thought of some of the descriptions otherwise. I've never actually gotten heatstroke but came close when I went to Pompeii in August a few years ago, that place is like a huge brick oven that is also a maze (but also full of really cool stuff). I fell asleep in the taxi home and woke up on the Airbnb couch, whoops! Stay hydrated, gamers.

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PLEASE, HIDE ME || HANGE ZOE X READER

cw: angst, sadness, hurt comfort | a/n: this one was very personal to write, and just something i wanted to get out of my chest… hope you like it x

The sun was setting on the other side of town, bathing the streets in an orange haze. It was a warm day — unusual for this time of the year.

The walk home wasn’t dreadful, however it wasn’t joyful either — everything felt numb, as if the heat blasting against concrete was nothing but an inconvenience.

Your day wasn’t great, but it wasn’t terrible either. Everything was supposed to be fine.

Although, you did have to name five things you could see, four things you could feel, three things you could smell.

Hange had left work earlier.

They frown, looking at their phone briefly, while they wait for the light to turn green and allow them to follow their way home — you hadn’t texted them in hours: no tiktok links, no selfies, nothing at all.

Radio silence.

The light turns green, and somebody behind them honks. With their hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, Hange mutters a curse word.

Their chest fills with worry, and they hope it doesn’t mean the worst. After all, wednesdays shouldn’t mean anything bad, they shouldn’t worry that much.

-

Your shoes aren’t placed near the entry of your shared apartment, which is enough of a clue to startle Zöe. They call your name, being met with nothing but the soft hum of the air conditioner and whatever television show rerun you were watching.

They knock before entering the bedroom — which may sound stupid, but it’s almost like Hange could feel your sulking from the door: with a sniff, you turn your head towards the sound and softly say:

“Come in”

And they do: soft brown eyes scanning the room, as if the big bad monster of sadness would be hiding in plain sight. The walls are still a beige color, the curtains are drawn and the room is washed in a soft blue halo coming from the television.

You are underneath the covers, and even from afar, Hange can tell your eyes are puffy from crying. Your bloodshot gaze isn’t enough to sustain their eye contact.

“Angel…” They mumble the words, their favorite nickname for you, given the fact your partner truly believes you are a gift sent from the heavens above. “May I join you?”

Wordlessly, you nod.

Your lover takes their shoes off, leaving them right next to your discarded pair. Their jacket is also forgotten, thrown over a nearby chair — they remember when you insisted the vintage furniture would look amazing in your shared apartment, and they’re glad they heard you. It does look really good.

Hange crawls towards you, excusing themself underneath your protection of soft covers. Their forehead is almost touching yours, and their Roman nose softly brushes against your skin. Still, they keep their hands to themself.

“Am I allowed to put my hands around you?”

They aren’t aware of what they had done specifically, however your eyes bloom with tears, which rapidly run down your face.

“Yeah” Is all you can offer them, a weak consent. Voice barely above a whisper, as your shell of a body lays with your lover.

Hange’s arms snake carefully around your body, gentle palms pressed against the small of your back, as they pull you closer. Your skin is warm, but damp: you probably showered as soon as you got home, due to the heat.

“It’s okay, you’re alright.” They whisper against the shell of your ear, warm breath fanning against your skin. “I got you, you’re safe.”

I got you.

You’re safe.

The words echo in your brain, as you sob harder against your lover’s chest. They are almost cradling you, making themself your sanctuary.

Their words aren’t simple sweet nothings. They are promises, the anthem of their undying love for you. Whatever has happened, they will fix it for you: whoever hurt you will feel the wrath of their love and the frightening of their care.

Silence falls over the room, like the gentle touch of a loveful God. It’s already dark outside, and the now mute television is all you have separating you from complete darkness.

As the floodgates of your tears shut, and the feeling of hopelessness has already grinded itself to dust against your teeth, you look up at Hange.

“How are you, poookie?”

The ridiculous nickname almost earns a snort from you. You feel warmth washing over your heart at their words, careful and well intended. You nuzzle your head against the crook of their neck, bringing them closer.

“Better now.”

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For Immediate Release New York City, July 12

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"This isn't just about fighting villains anymore," said Stark at a press conference held at Avengers Tower. "We're facing an existential threat, and it's time for us to step up and protect the planet we call home."

The initiative, dubbed "Green Horizon," focuses on several key areas: renewable energy development, ocean cleanup efforts, reforestation projects, and the reduction of carbon emissions. Stark Industries has committed to transitioning all its facilities to run on 100% renewable energy within the next five years.

Joining Stark in this ambitious endeavor are Bruce Banner, also known as the Hulk, who will lend his expertise in scientific research, and Thor, who plans to utilize Asgardian technology to aid in environmental restoration efforts. Banner emphasized the importance of using science and innovation to address the crisis, stating, "We have the tools and the knowledge to make a significant impact. Now, it's about putting them to use for the greater good."

Public response to the Avengers' new mission has been overwhelmingly positive. Environmental groups have lauded the initiative as a major step forward, while citizens are inspired by their heroes' commitment to a sustainable future.

"This is exactly what we need," said Lorraine Simmons, a climate activist based in New York. "The Avengers have always protected us from threats. It's incredible to see them take on the fight against climate change."

However, not everyone is on board. Critics argue that the Avengers should stick to their traditional role of battling supervillains and leave environmental issues to established organizations. Despite this, Stark remains undeterred.

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Born To Die - Chapter 9

Chapter Summary: Allison and Erin wait for news on Maverick and Rooster

A/N: AHHHH! We're so close to the end...

As much as Erin fought it, they were taken to medical the minute they landed on the carrier. All four of the pilots/WSOs were checked over to make sure they didn’t sustain any major damage. Nothing was found besides minor bruising and cuts. Erin immediately found herself a radio as soon as she could. She sat by it waiting for any sign of Bradley or Pete.

“Erin, this isn’t good for you, you need to rest,” Allison tried to urge her.

“No, I won’t rest until there’s confirmation that they’re dead or alive,” Erin argued, staying put. Allison gave up the fight and sat next to her. Robert and Natasha joined them, saying nothing but offering quiet comfort.

After a few minutes they heard reports of an F-14 being airborne and Bradley’s ESAT sending a signal. Erin almost cried out of relief. They were alive, they were headed home. The relief didn’t last long as they heard reports of fifth-gen fighters engaging them.

“Don’t let me lose them again,” Erin prayed softly. Allison held one of her hands tightly, giving her all the comfort she could.

“If I know anything about Maverick, he’ll get them home,” Allison told her.

“Yeah, if anyone can pull off the impossible, it’s Maverick,” Robert chimed in, agreeing with Allison.

“They’ll make it home,” Natasha said confidently. Her confidence gave Erin the comfort she needed. Then they allowed Jake to launch and provide air cover for them. Erin didn’t ever think she’d find a time where she was grateful to Hangman of all people.

“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen,” Jake’s voice came through the radio they were all huddled around, “This is your savior speaking. Please fasten your seat belts, return your tray tables to their locked and upright positions and prepare for landing.”

Erin let out a laugh of relief as she made eye contact with Allison, who was smiling as well. The four huddled around the radio group hugged out of joy before making their way to the deck to wait out the landing of the three in the sky.

As soon as Bradley and Pete were out of their planes, Erin went running over to them, pulling them in for a group hug. If she was crying, well neither man was going to tell her that. After pulling away she pushed Bradley harshly.

“Don’t you ever do that to me again, you understand?” Erin looked him straight in the eyes, “I can’t lose you, Bradley.”

“I don’t plan on it,” Bradley responded to her, making eye contact back. Erin smirked, pulling him in by the straps of his flight suit and kissing him. After a moment of surprise, he kissed her back.

“All right, kids, I’m glad you figured your stuff out, but maybe not on the deck?” Pete interrupted them, causing all of them to laugh. Everyone else in the detachment got their hugs and congratulations. Even Allison hugged Bradley, letting him know she was happy he made it home.

“Chalked yourself another kill,” Bradley said to Jake as he shook his hand. Both Allison and Erin were standing with them, matching smirks plastered on their faces.

“That makes two,” Jake responded.

“Mav has five, makes him an ace,” Allison piped in, her and Jake meeting eyes. After both Jake and Bradley shrugged in agreement, Allison pulled Jake in for a hug. He hugged her back tight, like he almost didn’t believe she had made it out.

Soon enough medical had come to grab Bradley, Pete, and Jake for their own check ups. The girls followed after, Erin refusing to leave Bradley or Pete and Allison being worried about Jake, even if she didn’t admit it.

“Aw, you worried about little ol’ me?” Jake teased Allison as they waited on the doctors to be done with Pete and Bradley.

“In your dreams, Seresin,” Allison shook her head, “Someone has to make sure you don’t get yourself in trouble.”

“You’re all the trouble I need,” Jake flirted, meeting her eyes and almost daring her to back down.

“Sure, sure,” Allison blushed slightly, glancing away, “I’ll believe you once the adrenaline has worn off.”

“Allie, I’m sorry about…” Jake’s tone grew less playful and more serious, “About everything really. About how I’ve treated you, in the past and now.”

“Hey, we don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to,” Allison stopped him, “You’ve already earned my forgiveness.”

“I don’t know why, I don’t deserve all the chances you’ve given me,” Jake responded, hand reaching out to hold hers gently, “But if you’d let me I’d like to spend every day trying to make it up to you.”

“Jake…” Allison said softly, threading her free hand through his blond hair, “Well, if you want it that badly, you can start by taking me on a proper date and… you can start by not leaving me this time?”

“Yes ma’am,” Jake agreed easily, “I don’t think I ever want to leave you again.”

“I’m holding you to that,” Allison told him, “We can talk more late, for now let’s celebrate with our friends.”

“Your friends,” Jake countered.

“They could be yours too if you were less of an ass,” Allison quipped just as Erin walked in.

“Well, they’re keeping Bradley and Pete for observation over night,” Erin informed them, “I’m gonna stay with them, so don’t worry about me, Allie.”

“As long as you rest, Erin, you need it,” Allison told her sternly.

“I will, I will,” Erin promised, “Now go, both of you lovebirds, go.”

“Hey!” Allison began to protest but Erin was already shooing her and Jake out. Jake just chuckled at the two girls, letting Erin push him out of medical with Allison. It was time to celebrate and he planned to stay right by Allison’s side for as long as she’d let him.

Taglist: @djs8891

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Midnight Swan

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason doesn't die in the explosion in this AU, BUT he does team up with Kate Kane in this.

Chapters: 5/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Kate Kane, Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: Jason Todd Survives The Explosion, POV Jason Todd, Angst, Secrets

Chapter Five: Claustrophobia

I thought about leaving for good. I'd been at Kate's apartment for a week, and she didn't have much to say. Instead, she left little notes of things for me to do. That was probably her way of giving me space. The first few days, Kate asked me to run on the treadmill and pick up groceries. Bruce tried to contact me at school. At first, it was through phone calls, but it quickly escalated to him showing up at my school and pulling me out of class. It was humiliating.

I was on my way out of English when Bruce cornered me by the stairwell. "Jason, can we talk?" Bruce asked. I turned my face away from him. "Jason." He tried to make eye contact with me, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. "Jason, please." He grabbed me by the shoulders and leaned forward, and I drove my forehead into his nose. I don't know why I did it, but I did. Everyone in the hallway seemed to freeze in place as he covered his bleeding nose, and I ran off. I left campus and got a ride back to Kate's. By the time I got there, she was furious with me.

"You get in a fight or something?" Kate asked as she pulled at my shirt.

I looked down and saw Bruce's blood was all over me. "It's not mine. It's Bruce's," I mumbled. Kate pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. "He grabbed me! It was a reflex!" I pushed a hand through my hair and took a breath. I couldn't slow my heart down.

"Jason, let me get this straight... You attacked Bruce in front of other students?" Kate questioned. I nodded, but I couldn't look her in the eye. I thought she was about to chew me out, but she grabbed a face towel from the bathroom and scrubbed Bruce's blood off my face. "You okay?"

"I'm alright... I wasn't trying to hurt him. I only wanted him to let me go to class," I explained. She nodded as she looked me in the eye.

I went to my room and changed shirts before I stared in the mirror at myself. My bangs lay plastered to my forehead, barely concealing the bruise I sustained from breaking Bruce's nose. "Jason?" a voice whispered softly in my ear. I felt their breath near my ear and a hand on my shoulder.

"Stop," I whispered. I shut my eyes and tried to will it away.

"Jason, can you hear me?" It was a woman's voice. I knew who she was. I heard her whenever I was in distress, which caused me even more misery.

I shook her hand off my shoulder and hugged myself as I walked into the corner of the room. I closed my eyes and waited until the woman stopped speaking to me.

"Jason," Kate called me as she touched my arm. I recoiled and held my arms above my head. "Jason... It's me. Kate."

I nodded and put my hands down. "Yeah... Yeah, sorry. I need—. I broke Bruce's nose... In front of other kids. Civilian kids," I whispered. I was past the adrenaline rush as I dove headfirst into full-blown panic. "They're gonna think Bruce is abusing me. CPS is gonna get involved."

"Jason, look at me—."

"I'm gonna get suspended-. I'm gonna have to go back to therapy... Or worse. They'll think I'm a danger—." I started feeling claustrophobic, and I couldn't catch my breath. It was so sudden and intense that I forgot where I was. I hadn't blacked out like that in months, Just when I thought I'd gotten better.

I could taste the gravel in my mouth, and I pressed my palms against my eyelids. I hadn't felt this bad in months. I thought that I was dying. Kate sat on my bed and took a breath. "Jason, you're safe with me. You're in your bedroom in my apartment. You're in your bedroom in my apartment, and you're safe," Kate stated, "If you can hear me, I want you to tell me what you need. Would you like me to open the window so you can get some air?"

I nodded. There wasn't enough air. I was dying. Or at least I felt like it. Claustrophobia. I couldn't open my eyes. I didn't want to see walls around me. I feared the thought of being trapped... Buried alive. I gasped for air until my chest hurt. "Okay, the window's open. The window's open... The window's open, and you are with me. You're with Cousin Kate," Kate said. I tried to focus on her voice but couldn't stop thinking about all my worries. CPS. Bruce's nose. Training. Therapy. Broken. Battered. Useless. Ruined.

"I'm not good enough... Bruce was right," I mumbled as I sank to the ground. "Why'd he keep me around? Is it because he feels guilty? It wasn't his fault that I—. It was my fault, Kate." Kate crouched down in front of me.

"That's not true... C'mere," Kate whispered. I shook my head.

"Kate, I'm worthless. Who am I if I can't be his Robin? What am I if I can't be Jason?" I asked.

"You're not worthless... And you're so much more than Robin. You're his son—."

God, I wished I could cry. If I could shed tears, maybe I wouldn't have felt like my stomach was in knots. "That doesn't mean anything to him! If it did, I wouldn't be alone! I'm always alone! He can't even look at me!" I snapped. Kate sat in front of me.

"I understand that's how this feels right now, but that's not how it is. Parenting is hard... And Bruce is struggling to balance that with his other two lives. He's floundering," Kate whispered, "And you know what? You aren't worthless. You've been through things that no human being should ever experience. You're what? Sixteen? You've lost three parents and seen things that would drive most kids out of their heads... I say you're tougher than most." Kate tugged at my bangs so they'd curl back up. She was uncharacteristically gentle, but it soothed me. I let my guard down long enough for her to put me to bed. She stayed with me until I fell asleep.

When I woke up, Kate sat across from me, eating noodles. "Good morning," Kate greeted. I turned on my side, facing her. "It's not really morning. It's actually dinner time. You look like shit."

"Feel like it... Kate, I'm sorry. I understand if you think I'm too messed up for you to train me—."

"I'm still gonna train you. You're not getting rid of me that easy... And CPS is not going to get involved. I called Bruce and told him you were with me. He was glad you were safe," Kate whispered, "Do you want to see him?" I shook my head.

I wanted to sit up I was too tired to. Kate reached out and rustled a hand through my curls. "Thanks, Kate... But you don't have to treat me like—."

"I'm not treating you like anything. I'm letting you know you're gonna be okay. Do you want some?" Kate offered me some noodles.

"Are you gonna finish yours?" I asked. Kate smiled, and I immediately felt nothing but embarrassment.

"I can make you your own bowl, but if you want to eat my half-finished noodles, knock yourself out," Kate whispered.

I didn't want to be alone, so I sat up and started eating the rest of her noodles. "What else did Bruce say?" I asked.

"He asked me to take care of you until you were ready to go home... Listen, I don't wanna get in between you and Bruce. I think you need a different form of guidance... Something Bruce isn't capable of offering. He wants to focus on being a better parent, not a mentor, and I don't think he knows you need both," Kate explained.

I finished eating before I said anything else. "So you're gonna be my mentor?" I asked. Kate nodded.

Kate nodded at me. "I don't want you to give up on yourself. I'm not gonna let you do that to yourself. We'll talk about the other stuff when you get some sleep. Oh, and I know you haven't been sleeping," Kate replied. I couldn't argue with her. I set the bowl on the nightstand and pressed my face into my pillow. "I want you to call Bruce this week."

"Within seven days or the actual end of this week?" I asked.

"Cute. Call him before next Monday, Jason," Kate replied as she took the dishes to the kitchen. She didn't return after that. I didn't mind because I was too tired to be afraid anymore. I was too tired for everything. All I wanted to do was rest. And rest, I did.

[the-catmans-offical-2]

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Hello! Welcome to @the-catmans-offical-2 blog!

Primarily what I will post here is art, currently pertaining to a hyperfixation I have, as well as maybe some writings I'll do! I make music occasionally but I'm way too self conscious to post such, the music is basically only instrumentals; I don't sing, after all I can barely speak verbally without stuttering or whatnot.

Here is the art sona I use! It's just a cartoony cat stick figure that can be seen in some of my artworks; Whether it be commenting on certain things, a general doodle out of boredom, or whatever. This also has other information on it, including my birthdate and year, as well as some of the things I do. Anyway, here's the rest of the masterpost:

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Important Tags:

- #chimera ed au / #chimera ed

Chimera Ed AU related things.

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*Sub tag:

#chimera ed fic

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- #au fanart

Fanart I make for AUs I think are neat.

- #mauwat au / #mauwat

Modern AU But With A Twist AU (mauwat AU) related things.

- #modern au / #fma modern au

FMA Modern AU related things.

- #homunculus swap au

Homunculus Swap AU related things.

- #plush al au

Plush Alphonse AU related things.

- #ed ed n ed au / #ed ed n ed

AU with Ed's from all over the series' (brotherhood, manga, 03, the various games, plushes, etc.) interacting. Chaos.

- #sonic au

AU with fma characters as Sonic characters! ; As in like, mobians, humans, robots, etc.

- #wrath lives au

AU where Wrath survives the events of Conqueror Of Shamballa, but not unscathed.

- #wrathed au

AU where Ed and Wrath share a body, Greedling style, as a consequence of the last ep of FMA 2003!

(More will be added soon probably.)

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Interest List:

- Wrath (Fullmetal Alchemist 2003 - Conqueror of Shamballa)

- Fullmetal Alchemist (2003, Conqueror of Shamballa, Brotherhood, and the manga.)

- Radiatology, chemical warfare, psychological research and unethical experiments, self sustaining studies, and other things in those scientific topics.

- Art as a whole, currently into tattoo work (got tattoo shit, let's goo) and digital art but I try to dabble in everything I can.

- Homestuck, not nessicarily currently but I have liked it.

- Fear & Hunger.

- Undertale.

- Alternative universes in the sense of media.

- Cuphead, Don't Deal with the Devil.

- Bendy and the Ink Machine.

- Five Nights at Freddy's. (Primarily all the games up to UCN.)

- The Promised Neverland.

- Dr. STONE.

- Dungeon Meshi/Delicious in Dungeon

- Pokémon.

- Cats. (Not the musical.)

- BMC (Haven't thought about it until recently, it's been years since I was into it fully.)

- Sonic the Hedgehog.

- Sally Face.

- Franbow.

- Little Misfortune.

- Happy Wheels.

[There is probably more, but these are the top things I remember.]

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Scutes and fur, yet a human still cries - Chimera Ed AU fanfic info:

Below are the names of the chapters as well as links to them!

🜘 — What is alive will not remain, to a memory. ; Chapter 1

🜘 — The claws of a boy, grasp onto what it was. ; Chapter 2

🜘 —Whiskers twitch, the eyes shut, it’s too much. ; Chapter 3

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- Taken by @f15hyw15hy !! (I thought I already put him here, whoops)

- A lot of my art is based on my own headcanons (HCs), but I'm welcome to listening about other HCs that I can adopt into my works!

- Everyone who follows me, and is chill, are buddies of mine. So you're all my buddies! :)

- This is a safe space for most people, so if you need a place to vent to me by all means PM/DM me or talk to me via my Discord! ( @the.catman.giovi.offical ) ; You can also contact me for other reasons! Whether it be just to talk and hang out, discuss random shit from my blog, or just whatever.

- My timezone is EST, however I'm up at odd hours (Typically from 10 AM EST to 4 AM EST, but this can vary.)

- Ask me questions or just talk to me through my Ask box and I'll most likely answer! I'm bored, talking to me will keep me a busy man.

- Commissions will be opened soon! I will edit this post once I get it all in order. I do take simple requests, like lil doodles, for free; But I can turn it down if I don't wanna.

- English is *not* my first language! It's Italian but at the same time I forgot the language. (Raised in America, born in Italy, but I suck at both languages lol. I stick to English.)

- This blog is multifandom! I talk about random shit sometimes.

- @The_Catmans_Offical on AO3!

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And that's that, have fun with my blog! :)