#him being so proud to see those two evolve. and feel less tense knowing they can protect themselves better. ough.

[fujii-draws]

Hello hi it’s asimplearchivist again (I mixed up my main when I created my account just fyi) and I am having more thoughts about Dusknoir

Do you think that when he first came to the past from the future that he had a hard time measuring his strength? Having to rely on his strength and abilities to protect himself and to do Dialga’s bidding would mean he wouldn’t have ever had any reason to practice being gentle, right?

So what if the first few months of having to play the part of the gentleman and kindly explorer, shaking hands and interacting with others (picking them up when saving them, etc), he realizes how brusquely he touches them? Enough times if someone saying his grip is a little tight or he jostled them too much and such makes him realize he can’t just go full throttle because he’s a fully evolved and experienced and powerful Pokémon, these civilians don’t know what it means to survive in a wasteland where virtually everything is out to get you

…so, to conclude, how much gentleness does he learn by dealing with the hero and partner? I’m thinking of your riding on the shoulder and him carrying them around examples specifically but does he ever catch himself being harsh and they don’t even realize why (“haha, you’re crushing me! you don’t have to hold me so tight, you know, it won’t hurt me if I fall just from here!”) and he stops in dawning horror realizing that one day he’s going to have to hurt them in the end?

then he has to learn to be gentle all over again when he and the others return from the future—even more gentle and slow and careful this time—because now they’re afraid of him, knowing just how strong he is and exactly what he’s capable of doing to them?

now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go sob in the corner, goodbye👋🏻🥹

(this was mainly inspired by the comic of aimilios trying to trust him again when he’s hurt but still being terrified and dusknoir just h u r t i n g bc he knows it’s fully justified…crying in the club rn)

also I was curious how Dusknoir reacts when they evolve? is he bursting at the seems with pride at watching them “grow up” or is it more of a somber affair with him feeling relief that they’ll be able to defend themselves better against bigger, stronger pokemon (like himself) who would try to hurt them?

Sorry for the rambling, I just have a lot of feels about this big softy and I wanted to share them!😊

Op… your mind… is SO POWERFUL.

THE IDEA?? OF DUSKNOIR KNOWING NOTHING BUT DO-OR-DIE SITUATIONS IN THE FUTURE; ONLY SERVING AS A WEAPON FOR PRIMAL DIALGA TO USE… To then having to learn how to be gentle..? Of course, to fulfill the “humble and kind explorer” facade… but mainly achieving it because of Hero and Partner.

…AND HIM SEEING HOW THEY GET SLIGHTLY HURT BY HIM WHEN HE’S NOT EVEN TRYING. A SMALL PART OF HIM JUST DREADS HOW THEY’LL FARE AGAINST HIM AT HIS BEST.

AND ON TOP OF THAT?? HIM HAVING TO RELEARN IT ALL *OVER AGAIN??* AND HAVING TO ACTUALLY WORK TWICE AS HARD BECAUSE HE BROKE THEIR TRUST ONCE ALREADY????? I KNOW IM PARROTING YOUR WORDS BUT OHHHH MY GOD. IM INSANE. IM INSANE.

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[For me, I’ve personally headcannoned it as Dusknoir being aware of his own strength. He always calculates how gentle he should treat a certain Pokémon. So he ends up having to hold back a LOT. And no one notices.]

[…Expect for Ribbon’s and Aimilios, that is.]

[They always see the slight worry mixed with concentration in Dusknoir’s expression as he gauges just how much pressure he can use when handling them. And the two always thank him for doing so.]

[In which, Dusknoir assures them that it’s nothing. It’s not like he actually cares. He’s just doing it to gain their trust more. Nevermind the fact he reminds those two to be careful. Or come to him if they sustain any really bad injuries. Or how he’s extra gentle with them specifically. It’s nothing.]

(…Is this setup for them recognizing him holding back during his fight? Is it angst potential for when those two realize just how easily Dusknoir could’ve offed them all those times they were alone with him..? >:3 maybe.)

[nctsjiho]

Explode

warnings: there’s 2 swear words in there and it’s a bit angsty this one

❀ There’s some unexplained tension between the 6 youngest members of Dream and JiHo

A bunch of testosterone and very strong-willed men was a recipe for occasional conflicts. Getting into fights with your friends was never fun. It was even worse when that friend was someone you had to work with, live with and see everyday. It happened from time to time that the boys butted heads, but usually it was a very dumb and small problem which got resolved before the end of the day. (Often because other members got involved to tell them their problem was just dumb and nothing worth fighting over.)

This time however seemed like a very different situation. It wasn’t a small fight between the two youngest members about a dance move. It also wasn’t someone who was jealous of another member because they forgot about hangout plans to chill with someone else. No this time seemed a lot more serious. The older boys watched as the room filled with tension. JiHo had just walked in, not even saying as much as a hi or giving a smile. It wasn’t like her and before anyone had to ask anything they sensed the second source of the tension. The 6 youngest Dream members were all sitting together, blank to annoyed facial expressions and most uncharacteristically, not even one of them was talking.

The older boys were all exchanging questioning looks, but it was evident that no one knew what was going on. They even looked at Mark, hoping that if anyone, he’d be the one to know what was going on since he was a member of Dream after all, but alas. He seemed the most dumbfounded of them all.

Taeyong was about to speak up, but before he could one of their managers walked in, ready to brief them on their upcoming schedules.

Once the meeting was over everyone made their way over to the biggest practise room. JiHo had settled on the couch next to Kun and Yangyang, quickly putting her airpods in her ears, a clear sign she didn’t want to engage in any conversation. Since JiHo wasn’t going to talk the older boys thought that they could try prying some information out of the Dreamies. Not wanting to step on anyone’s toes though, they all agreed that Mark should talk to the boys.

He carefully approached the boys who had been talking amongst themselves and sat down in between Jisung and Jaemin. They made some small talk before Mark carefully brought up the subject. “So, did something perhaps happen? With- you know? With-...” Haechan scoffed, trying his hardest not to roll his eyes before standing up and turning to his backpack to find his bottle of water. Mark tried making eye contact with Jisung and Renjun who avoided it as if their lives depended on it. The other 3 boys just shrugged when Mark looked at them with Jeno starting to play with the strings of his hoodie.

Mark stood up defeated and went to report his lack of information to Taeyong. They decided to leave it at that for a little since neither party was going to talk and they still had a long day to go. Imagine what it would be like if their petty stare down evolved into a huge fight.

It had neared 3 pm. The members had been practising for about 2 and a half hours before they got their break. JiHo had seemed to become a lot less tense but Taeyong decided not to act on it yet. He had recruited Lucas, Johnny, Taeil and Hendery to come with him to the convenience store and grab snacks and drinks for everyone with the hopes that it would brighten up the mood and give everyone some more energy for the coming hours of practise.

What he didn’t expect was that on his arrival back at the practise room, a whole bomb would have exploded. Accusations were thrown around, and glares were being sent out. Yuta and Jaehyun were holding JiHo back while Kun, Ten, Mark and Yangyang stood by the Dreamies, Doyoung standing in the middle like some kind of referee. The other members standing off to the side, not wanting to intervene.

You’d might ask why 2 men had to hold a tiny girl back. Well Taeyong was confused as well, until he walked closer to see the deadly stares of the girl. He wondered how the younger boys hadn’t given up on yelling yet, one of those looks in Taeyong’s direction and he’d apologise straight away, even if it wasn’t his fault. JiHo was unarguably the scariest when angry, but the Dreamies were notorious for being stubborn and talkative, not backing down in the slightest.

“-if she would stop talking behind people’s backs!” Renjun had yelled. The boys who just walked in didn’t have a clue about what already had been said prior or what had ticked them off to start fighting right then and there, but their main goal now was to resolve the problem. “Oh what would you know?” JiHo scoffed, but Doyoung came to interject. “What did she say then?” “Why don’t you ask her!” Haechan argued causing Doyoung to groan. “I asked you didn’t I?” “I don’t even know what I did to get you guys so pissed of at me.” The girl was calm. Eerily calm and it send shivers down Jaehyun and Yuta’s spines who were standing next to her.

“Sure you don’t!” Haechan chuckled, not that he found it funny, he just couldn’t believe JiHo was feigning innocence right now. She rolled her eyes before turning around and walking over to the couch in the back of the room. She plopped down on it and pushed her head back against the back of the couch, her hands coming up to slowly massage her temples.

“Can someone explain-” “How dare you call Jisung a fake maknae and talk bad about him behind his back?” Jaemin had finally spoken up, his voice low. This comment shocked everyone. No way JiHo did something like that right? But before they could say anything Haechan fired another comment. “And say how Mark shouldn’t be in Dream anymore, because you’re just jealous that you’re not in Dream with us.” “Yeah! It’s not our fault you’re not getting any songs-” “What the fuck did you just say? I dare you to finish that sentence Renjun.” JiHo stood up from her seat, malice lacing her every single word.

“Wow wow wow- Guys I can’t imagine JiHo saying anything like that. It must be a misunderstanding-” Doyoung said before he once again got interrupted by the Dream members. “It’s true! We heard her say it!” Jisung said, his voice starting to crack as tears brimmed in his eyes. “JiHo?” Doyoung looked at her with hopeful eyes. “Please let this be a misunderstanding.” He thought. “Is it my fault that I didn’t get any songs to promote then?” JiHo asked, looking at Renjun, completely ignoring the question.

“Is that what’s important right now?! Jisung is crying for goodness sake! And it’s all-” Chenle started yelling but Mark silenced him. “Why would I argue about something that isn’t true?” The girl said in almost a whisper before turning towards Renjun again. “So? Is it my fault? Jaemin here gets to perform Work It with Jisung, Haechan and Jeno have 90s Love and Haechan sings From Home with you and Chenle. You guys also have Déjà Vu. Yes, maybe I’m not as great of a signer as you, or as great as a dancer as Jisung, or as great as a rapper as Mark. Maybe it’s because I’m a girl. Maybe it’s because I shouldn’t have been in NCT in the first place. But is it my fault?” Her voice was so steady and calm, causing everyone in the room to become quiet.

They all stood there for a minute, before a sob leaves Jisung’s lips. Everyone turns to look at him, but JiHo turns to grab her phone and bag planning to leave. “JiHo, wait-” “I never. ever! Said anything like that about Jisung. What you probably heard was me telling Johnny how I’m feel like the fake maknae of NCT 127. How I felt like I, NCT 127′s maknae, am just a silly excuse for an idol, and how I took Haechan’s place, while he’s 100 times a better fit for the role than I am. Oh! And that about Mark, I never said he shouldn’t come back to Dream. I was talking about how worried I was for him to join another unit because he already is in almost all of them plus SuperM. I was talking about the unit Lee Soo Man has been planning for 2021. Who would I be to tell him what to do and not to do? And yes maybe I’m jealous of you guys, but I’m not the kind of person to go behind someone’s back and talk shit. But if that’s what you think of me please go ahead.” JiHo said before putting her belongings in her bag. “Also Jisung? Thanks for trusting in Haechan so much, saying that you all ‘heard me say it’ when it was only Haechan there eavesdropping on my conversation with Johnny. I’m really happy that knowing you for all these years has build this much trust between us.” She scoffed sarcastically.

As JiHo walked out of the room she got stopped by Taeyong. “JiHo, we still have practise-” “What’s there for me to practise? I’m not in any songs anyway.” She pushed herself through the boys at the doorway before making her way to the dorm, supposedly.

With JiHo gone the boys had looked over to Johnny who sighed deeply. “I don’t wanna say it, but you guys really messed up. Everything she said was true. She was only talking about herself, she never mentioned Jisung, besides when she said she was proud of him.” The comment had sent all the Dream members over the edge, their actions finally sinking in and the severity of their accusations very clear now.

They had never meant to be so hostile towards the girl, but when they thought she had been talking badly behind their backs about one of their members, and definitely since they thought it was about Jisung, they couldn’t help but get furious. They had such a close bond and felt protective over each other. Jisung had taken the news of JiHo badmouthing him very poorly and that sparked protectiveness over the youngest from the other members. But now that they found out about what was actually said they all felt sick to their stomachs. How could they have said such awful words to her when she was already talking badly about herself? And out of all member Haechan felt the worst. How was he ever going to make things right again? What were the consequences for his actions? And how bad were they going to be?

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Part 2

[andraaste]

I am not your enemy - Lance fanfiction part 17

This is finally chapter 17 ! I'm so sorry for the wait and hope you enjoy it !! Good summer to all of you 🌴🐉

Chapter 17 : I’ll personally take care of making him understand that you belong to me

- Ophelia !

I opened my eyes sharply.

Stretched out full length on the mattress, my back sticking unpleasantly to the fabric of my top, I stared at the black ceiling to come to my senses, my jerky breathing breaking the serene silence of the night.

What the hell was going on ?

My heart rate pounding wildly, I felt like I had run a marathon as my chest heaved with frenzy as the images of this incomprehensible dream circled in my head.

Spear.

It was him, I was sure. I had seen him, his face so young, evolving through different scenes from his past. Seeing him like that had confused me. Proud, playful, oblivious to his surroundings, he was a whole different person from the one I knew now. But ... I had also known him that way. Strange as it may sound, Lance had been my first support when I arrived at HQ. The rest of the story was unfortunately only inglorious.

Especially when I thought back to my buried feelings.

Except that this dream, was it really one ? The little girl had conjured up the deepest memories of the last of the dragons, but what did that mean ? And above all, why ?

My gaze was caught by something that seemed to escape my parted lips. My eyes widened, I watched in amazement as tiny ice crystals smeared the air around the edge of my mouth. When I realized what this implied, my breathing quickened again and very soon, I thought I recognized the light cold breath that the dragon had made me experience a few days earlier.

No, it wasn’t possible.

I shouldn't be able to develop Lance's powers without his presence ... right ?

Straightening up on my bed, I was leaning on my right arm when a strange sensation took hold of me. Slowly lifting my sleeve over my shoulder, I was speechless when I saw the dragon's familiar icy welts as he let them roam my body. Except that for that, we had always needed a physical contact, it was the very reason which had made us discover this phenomenon.

Fascinated, I let my fingers run over the thin blue lines that cornered my skin. I had the strange sensation of feeling him brush against my arm.

My hand immediately tightened on my flesh when something came back to me.

That night, when I had been in his memories, if that had really been the case, Lance and I had brushed against each other in the Crystal Room. By the time our arms had made contact, I was sure the young man had reacted, seeming to be looking for me without actually being able to see me.

But how could he have felt me ​​physically if what I had seen were memories, moreover of which I wasn’t a part ? Raising my arm to my face, I felt the adrenaline slow down. I had to leave these questions hanging.

At least until daybreak.

*

As soon as the sun shines, I got up to take a shower, hoping to chase away even a few moments the images of those dreams that had haunted me all the rest of the night. I finally didn’t manage to fall asleep again and it was with more than deep circles that I headed for the shared showers.

As soon as I left my room, I was surprised to find a very early-morning Nevra who was also visibly leaving his den, his door being a few meters away from mine.

When he saw me, the vampire raised his eyebrows in surprise before giving me a slight mocking smile.

- I know one who didn't sleep very well.

Great. I rubbed a hand over my tired eyes, hoping to regain my composure.

- Not so much, indeed. Is it showing that much ?

- Well, not that you look less in shape than usual, that would be complicated, but you seem rather tired yes, he said to me without being able to hold back a laugh at my annoyed expression. But you still look very pretty, don't worry.

Already ready to give him a bloody answer, his last sentence stopped me in my tracks. Damn but what an idiot, why did I feel my cheeks blush ?

Locking my door, I remained resolutely turned towards the wooden door in order to hide my dismay.

- I see that I can count on you to reassure me, in any case, I say while feigning indifference.

I heard his laughter echo between us once again.

- You know I'm a trustworthy person.

Without realizing it, I began to smile in turn. I loved the rare moments in which he forgot his cold mask of the right arm of the Sparkling.

- By the way ... he began, his gaze suddenly fleeing, seeming to hesitate on how he was going to phrase the rest. Have you been better since the other night ? I worried a lot, I didn't understand what happened. Eweleïn only told me that she already knew about it and that she was monitoring your condition closely.

- Oh, yes ... I'm so sorry for what happened and I hope I didn't cause you too much trouble. But I think I’ve nothing left. I wanted to thank you for taking care of me, I don't know what ...

- Don't talk nonsense, he cut me off. Maybe I was stupid to you, but I certainly wasn't going to leave you like this.

Running a hand through his hair, I saw concern grow on his face, so often marble.

- And I don't want to sound intrusive, but you'll have to explain to me what happened. I’ve never seen anything like it happen.

His eye, similar in color to mine, observed me so intently that I couldn't bring myself to lie to him.

- Okay, I'll explain it to you, I whispered. Just give me a little time.

- Good, he smiles at me before recovering quickly. With all this, I was almost going to fail in my task. Huang Hua would like you to attend the next Sparkling meeting.

I stared at him for several seconds, not knowing how to react.

- Huang Hua wants to send me on a mission ?

His lips twitched slightly.

- I can’t tell you more at the moment, but I don’t hide from you that it doesn’t enchant me very much considering what happened to you the last time we saw each other.

- Nevra…

I no longer knew on which foot to dance with him. Since our discussion, I had the impression that a lot of things had changed between us but I didn’t know how to perceive them.

- The meeting will take place in an hour in the Council room, don't be late.

The vampire dismissed me without giving me time to answer anything.

Excited at the prospect of potentially taking part in a future mission, I showered in fourth gear, almost forgetting what had happened that night. But it was the lump in my stomach that I knocked on the front door that I had only borrowed a few times.

Opening the door cautiously, I entered the majestic room. I could not restrain my gaze from browsing the large tree which stood proudly between these walls, the immense window which overlooked the gardens of the HQ or the immense prostrate table in the center of the room. I hadn’t often had the opportunity to enter here, but each time I was amazed by what was hiding there.

It was mind blowing.

It was only after my little inspection of the premises that I became aware of the people already here. Facing the large window, Huang Hua stood erect, arms crossed, staring into space. Her tanned skin bathed in natural light caught my gaze of admiration as her fine features turned to me as I reached the bottom of the stairs. Her warm gaze relaxed me immediately.

- Andraste, there you are ! she said to me with a smile of genuine astonishment. Unfortunately I haven't had the opportunity to see you lately, how are you ? I’ve been kept informed of your condition…

I stood stunned for a few seconds at the warmth and sincerity I could read in her at that moment. Since when hadn't I seen her like that ?

- It's going much better, thank you. If that's any reassurance, my back seems perfectly healed. Well, for now, I added with a wry laugh.

Until my wings decide once again to do what they want, I hear.

- You see me delighted, I hope we can discuss a little more calmly later, you and me.

Pointing me to the seats, she added :

- Please sit down.

Let my gaze slide over the people seated in front of the huge table. Surprisingly, I recognized Leiftan, Mathieu and Koori very close to me. I wasn't the only guest, which relieved me. I also like almost all of the Sparkling members.

All except two of them, who were visibly missing.

Pulling the first seat I could find, I settled myself between the kitsune and Chrome. The big wolf smile fills my whole field of vision.

- Hi Andraste! You're going to attend your first Sparkling reunion, I'm super happy, he said while pointing out his canines.

My smile widens automatically in the face of his good humor.

- Hi Chrome, I'm happy too ! But still a little stressed, I won't hide it from you.

- Don't worry, everything will be fine.

The large door opened again, letting in the two missing limbs. My heart raced even more when the two men sat down in front of me.

- Perfect. Lance, Nevra, we were just waiting for you to begin, Huang Hua announced. As you know, several strange phenomena have occurred in recent months, the barrier between Earth and Eldarya has never been thinner. Several people have reported to us the sudden appearance of a building in the middle of the lands of Genkaku.

Without understanding why, I felt Koori tense up at hearing that name.

- Andraste, Nevra told me about an important point.

The vampire spoke in turn.

- Seven years ago, you told me about very tall human buildings in which people lived or worked. Heum...

- Are you talking about buildings ? I stopped him. Are you saying that a building has appeared on Eldarya ?

I couldn't believe my ears, it wasn't possible. How could a building have landed here ? What if people were inside ?

Mathieu and I gave each other a horrified look. It really didn't bode well.

- Exactly, he concluded. Nothing like this has ever been reported between our two worlds but we have to make sure that it’s indeed a human building. That's why we would need Mathieu and you to go there. Obviously, you’ll be accompanied by other members of the Guard.

Turning to the kitsune, Nevra added :

- Koori, we’ll also need your presence. You’re the only one here who knows the lands of Genkaku.

- Yes, I understand. You can count on me...

The face of the leader of the Sparkling clouded with a compassionate expression.

- I'm sorry to ask you this, I know it won't be easy for you, but we can only count on your presence to guide them in these lands.

- I know Huang Hua. There’s no problem, I’ll accompany you.

- As far as Tenjin is concerned, we'll have to be careful, Lance continued. He’s bound to learn for our coming and we will probably not be welcome.

When the dragon spoke, everyone seemed to be listening to him with some form of respect. I was fascinated by the presence that saw him unconsciously.

It had been two days since the dragon and I had seen each other, the latter being too busy with the upcoming mission departure and his duties as Chief of the Guard. I hadn't had a chance to tell him about my dream, and actually didn't even know whether to tell him about it or not. Knowing him here made me nervous and hearing his voice made my stomach contract. The last time we saw each other was in his bed…

Red rose to my cheeks once again when his gaze brushed mine. I couldn't tear myself away from him for several seconds.

- Lance is right, Tenjin is our main obstacle to getting to the kitsune lands of Genkaku, the vampire said. He's unstable and is very likely to come after us when he sees Koori. That’s why I’m accompanying you as well. It’s rare that we send multiple Guard Chiefs, but this mission’s likely to be more perilous than the usual ones.

Turning to the aengel in his turn, he added, his face suddenly darker :

- I hope we can count on you. You are an outstanding navigator and your abilities have been proven to us more than once. Finally, if you want to stop your « redemption ».

Leiftan clenched his teeth at this last remark, the tension was most palpable between the two men.

- Nevra, we already talked about this. If you have things to settle with Leiftan, it’ll be within the framework of the private one, said Huang Hua.

- You can count on my presence, but I’ll not use my powers, it’s my only condition.

Nevra was about to reply when the fenghuang stopped him with a wave of her hand.

- Perfect, if everyone agrees, the team for this mission will therefore consist of Nevra, Lance, Koori, Mathieu, Leiftan and Andraste. An objection ?

- None, replied Huang Chu. I hope you’ll come back with some new human study topics, that's all I'm asking.

When the meeting is over, the assembly leaves the room in turn. As I was about to climb the stairs to the exit, the delicate and warm hand of the ancient phoenix grabbed my wrist.

- Andraste, can I talk to you for a moment ?

I nodded while stopping my run.

- Eweleïn kept me informed of your physical and mental state. Do you feel like doing this mission ?

- I think so. To tell the truth, I start to circle around the HQ aimlessly. It’ll do me good to feel really useful and to change horizons, even though I know it won't be easy and even dangerous. I’ve practiced a lot and I manage to reuse my powers a bit, not like before, but they are there. Perhaps, in case of real necessity, they will manifest themselves normally. At least I hope so.

A soft smile lit up her face.

- Very well, I count on you to take care of you and to come back to us safe and sound. Unfortunately, Mathieu and you are the only people able to tell us more about this building, I’ve no choice but to send you there with your agreement, of course.

Plunging into her reassuring gaze, I had the fleeting impression of finding the Huang Hua that I knew.

- There’s nothing to worry about. Anyway, I'll be well surrounded, I’ve nothing to fear, I said with a smile.

As I closed the door to the Council Chamber behind me, I lost myself in thoughts of this last exchange. Huang Hua confused me without knowing why. Lifting my head, I fell on Lance who seemed to have been waiting for me. With his arms crossed, he pulled himself away from the wall he was leaning against to walk slowly towards me.

- You're not going to be able to get to Genkaku like that.

Puzzled, I raised an eyebrow.

- Can you light my lantern ?

As he approached dangerously, my whole body tensed in anticipation of what he planned to do. I was no longer in control of myself in his presence and that irritated me.

Unexpectedly, he grabbed my arm firmly and turned me around to rest my back against his chest. His lips caressed my ear in his deep voice.

- You are not sufficiently trained in combat and you are far too pretty for Tenjin not to try to keep you to himself. I don’t like it.

- And how do you plan to fix it ? I questioned him, my breath suddenly more choppy.

- Since I can't force you to stay at the HQ, I think I'll have to train you for combat. I'm going to be pretty busy, but I'll find time for your training.

Slowly letting go of my arm, he added :

- For the rest, I’ll personally take care of making him understand that you belong to me.

(Chapter 18)

[blushing-starker]

Anon asked for alpha Peter and omega Tony for a baby announcement. Thank you to the wonderful @vaguekiwi for motivating me and sharing her thoughts on the story. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did, anon.

"Tony, Tony? Are you up? It's 7:30am already, you have a meeting with Miss Potts in forty minutes. Tony?"

Soft hands curl into already silver hair, scratching at the strands in an attempt to wake him up gently. Butterfly kisses on a cold nape, a ridiculously hot nose nuzzling everywhere. Peter knows scenting the billionaire is basically the only way one can ensure a calm morning.

Not today. And not for the next few months either.

He loves his husband, appreciates the nearly romantic demeanor, he does. But "unless you have a cup of coffee for me, there is no way in hell i am gonna leave this bed. your child has kept me up with nausea the entire night. I wanna hurl my guts out more than that time Rhodes found Dad's liquor cabinet. please, tell me you have coffee."

"..." Tony is severely displeased by the fact he can read Peter like a book even with half his mind shut off because fine, he's right and dammit all.

"I want that weird drink you make. The one with milk, cinnamon and chunks of brownie. And French toast with waffles. No jam, not too much butter, as much sugar as possible. Now, go before I scream at you for having the only dick that could get a hormone fucked forty something omega pregnant. "

The kid scrambles from bed, practically face plants with all the covers tangling long legs and yup, this is the person that the universe designated as his soulmate. Because Tony Stark can never have a partner with a reasonable, normal amount of enthusiasm, stamina and a sense of balance.

That sounds like he's ungrateful, he's not. But it turns out being three months pregnant gives him plenty of perspective to peer at life in a whole new way that does not include caffeine, alcohol or sex.

Would he kill and die for this amazing human being that makes Tony's heart race no matter the day, that inspires him to be a better version of himself? Yes, no questions asked. No hesitation and no regret.

Would he clobber Peter for doing the impossible and technically causing Tony incredible discomfort on a daily basis thanks to what his doctors can only assume is a superhuman baby he already loves and adores more than life itself? Also yes.

Things aren't mutually exclusive in this household.

Pep, bless her, has yet to find out about their future mini Parker so there's been no respite on the whole 'running a multi billion dollar industry ' thing. And yeah, while it's not exactly easy, he can focus on other things and not fall into a panicky state of mind — because him? A father? Of a super baby? Tony Stark, infamous playboy with a hedonistic streak, a dad?

Just thinking along those lines makes shame and self doubt slither over a metallic plate. Working, dealing with innovative scientists, crafting the new world of tomorrow, guaranteeing the safety of their planet, shapeshifting into a role model, a mentor (for the interns and school kids he visits, not Peter, of course, thank God they left that dynamic ages ago), loyal friend, reluctant errand boy (fuck the assholes in charge of the Accords), great husband, good man, it all distracts a fearful child from thinking, what if I turn into Howard?

"I couldn't find brownies, so cookies it is! Aunt May had a few boxes sent in when I told her work was keeping you on your feet all the time. Said it'd be a good idea to snack along the day in case you—" Peter freezes, tenses with a not-so-narrow back held ramrod straight. Oh, his husband brought him breakfast in bed.

How could he ever think to clobber such a nice, wonderful—

"Your scent is odd."

"Yeah, well fuck you too then."

Five seconds of silence.

"I'm bringing you one cup of coffee and the hormone pills."

" Yup, that's a great idea. "

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Tony’s mumbo jumbo with self loathing is firmly put on the back burner after inhaling a delicious breakfast and chugging that one glorious cup of coffee. Until they go to the bathroom and he sees himself in the mirror.

"We gotta tell them."

"You said you wanted to wait a while before saying anything."

Peter strips, ducks into the warm shower, lets out a pleased little sigh and Tony wants to rip his fingernails off. Is it bad, having sex while pregnant? No! The doctors, every single one of them, said it's a perfectly normal thing to do. It'd be bad if they didn't have sex because Tony, thanks to his crazy hormone production, needs the extra attention for his body to understand this is a happy process that shouldn't include sad pheromones or stressed out moments. Will Peter put him out of his misery and allow a quickie in the mornings? No.

"Take more than five minutes in that shower and I'm joining you."

Listen, he grew up in the 80's and 90's, Tony wasn't immune to peer pressure. Did he cave and eventually do so many squat competitions with Rhodey his butt turned into a duck's butt? There's no evidence, he's made sure, but yes. And Starks have always turned out to be beautiful, doesn't matter your gender or age. Finding a companion for the night has never been a problem for anyone in his family tree.

That, and his work as Iron Man has kept him — well, not ripped like Cap, certainly not as lean and (God help him) athletic as Peter, but fit. Sturdy. Firm. Solid. (Peter once muttered the words 'daddy-like' in regards to his body and he nearly choked on water.)

The passage of time has made him a bit slower, dusted once black hair with, as his husband says, stardust and the corners of his eyes now show how much time Tony spends laughing or frowning. All in all, he looks fucking spectacular for his age and experience as a villain-punching-bag. Thing is, he has a belly. A bump. A curve where it was once, well. Less curvy. Is it a problem for Peter? Nope, as acknowledged every time his alpha tackles him if he so much as looks oddly in the mirror. Is it a problem for him? He'll get back to you on that.

The point is, there's a belly when just a few months ago there wasn't such a pronounced belly. It's great, of course. Proof their child is growing steadily and Tony's body is adjusting to it accordingly. A small part of him, the omega part he actually lets live, is fascinated and proud. He's doing that, Tony's the one growing a human being, creating life out of nothing in his own body. That child, although not the only physical embodiment of their relationship, is a result of his love for Peter. Of how much his husband loves him. They love each other so much they're gonna start another family together. That chokes him up a bit, reminds him how grateful he is for Peter and for the other Avengers. If they hadn't been so accepting of his status, would he have ever considered going through with this?

Anyway, he's not gonna start sobbing this early in the morning when there's no alcohol involved. It's fantastic seeing his child develop, good, warm and fuzzy feelings, yada yada yada, it's also not very easy to hide. And Tony...Tony wanted to hide it from his family because.

Because Peter hasn't been the only partner in all his life that has wondered about a future with a white picket fence. Because when he was Peter's age, in his goddamn prime, a doctor, ten doctors, all the doctors told him the same thing, smashed his dream into a million pieces. Tony was nearly infertile. There was a one in a million chances of him getting pregnant. If he did, they couldn't be sure his body would be able to maintain two hearts. And then the cave happened.

So yeah. It happened to his cousins, his aunt, a few uncles, his grandmother. Tony would do a baby announcement, but only the second that baby was outside of him and safely in his arms. Now there are still several months left and nothing certain. But time is a bitch and beginning to show the world, maybe those extra pounds aren't from eating the Parker's amazing breakfasts.

"Tony, you know I don't wanna risk-" Losing control of my strength. They've been together long enough that Tony can see quite clearly between the lines.

"Hurting us, yeah, I know, I understand. I'm getting too wide, we're gonna have to tell them or Natasha will take one look at me and whoops, impromptu announcement from someone else. It's a miracle she was out on those missions when we found out." Thank God for renegade troops.

He's still looking at himself in the mirror when Peter comes out, barely dries up and slides behind him. His husband is slightly taller now, can easily hook a curved jaw on Tony's shoulder to peer at the image they make. Contrasts, he supposes, have always enthralled Tony. The study of light and shadow. Variations of the same basic components. Where his body is aging, showing signs of wear and tear, Peter's is evolving into something beautiful, majestic. Silver hair, chestnut brown. Scarred canvas, silky smooth and sunkissed skin. Soft, fragile curves, chiseled lines that deserve to be revered more than Michelangelo’s David. But their eyes, their eyes are equally tired.

“We can tell them if you want, have dinner together and just, just say it. Like that -”

“No. It's our kid, we're not gonna act like it's ripping off a band aid. This is special, unique. Dinner is good. Fantastic, actually. Wait for dessert, and announce it. “ Peter comes ever closer, wraps arms that could carry the world around him and how did he get so lucky?

They've lied to each other in the past. Mostly in the beginning, when they were too worried about hurting their new relationship to show their desires and wants. Tony didn't explain the Training Wheels Protocol. Peter tried to fight high level crime on his own. Things got hard to understand, like being in the right place at the wrong time. Puzzle pieces that didn't quite fit together, an extra inch of space prohibiting them from seeing all the possibilities that the truth could bring. They were walking the same path, just in parallel lines that never crossed.

But then he'd been rejected, thrown away and able to realize how fucking stupid it was to let Peter go when being near the kid, it felt like finally breathing after residing in the deep end of a pool for a thousand years. So Tony ran after him one day, crashed into his AP English class, half assed an excuse for the baffled teacher, yanked Peter out of the room and proceeded to have the best make out session of his life with his back against the kid's locker. And now they don't lie, ever.

Which is why it's so hard to accept Peter's, “You're beautiful, Tony. The handsomest man I've ever seen in my life. I loved you before, I love you now, I'll love you forever, Anthony Stark. You carrying our kid doesn't change that, how could it, Tony? It's going to be ok. The three of us will be ok and I won't stop thanking whoever decided I'd get to marry my wet dream.”

Scorching kisses trace his pulse point slowly, sharp nails start dragging against a too thin shirt, but it's the fact that Peter hasn't looked away from him, is confidently holding his gaze through the glass, that makes Tony shudder and stop breathing.

The bathroom is flooded with pheromones, cinnamon and honey assaulting an unprepared billionaire, and he'll die if they stay like this, can't function properly, brain switching gears, trying valiantly to remember baseball stats, past wounds, May's cooking because Peter's gonna wreck his sanity if those hands keep winding down, if those lips don't stop unraveling him like a Christmas present.

“If I'd known you'd get this handsy and romantic, I would have complained about how I look earlier." It's a gasp, half murmur, half plea as Peter grins at him shamelessly. “I know it's rude and wrong and sexist, but I like comforting my omega, acting like a stereotypical alpha. Makes me feel like I'm doing my job of making you happy. “

He quirks an eyebrow, is glad Peter can be comfortable enough to take the reins every once in a while. “You're telling me that assuring me I'm still drop dead gorgeous, “ his husband snorts, nips at Tony's shoulder for that quip, “ makes you horny because you feel like an alpha comforting, and I quote, ‘your omega’? “

Peter reverts back to the shy teenager who could barely ask a girl out to the homecoming dance, ducks his head into Tony’s neck with a blush quickly spreading over damp skin. “Well, I've got news for you, sweetheart. Your wet dream also thoroughly enjoys it so you better break tradition and have sex with me to remind me I'm the hottest man you've ever seen. "

He's actually serious about this, his self esteem hasn't exactly been, you know, the best and Tony's mood always improves significantly after playing around in bed with Peter. Besides, it's a sign of trust. Peter won't hurt him or their child, will be able to hold back his strength. He always does.

Listen, it's not exactly moral, but he has more than enough problems to go ahead and analyze his attraction and dependency on Peter while pregnant.

“So, I can distract you from your bad thoughts by acting sort of possessive and taking you to bed? " Oh, he adores when his husband is afraid of showing a new side of himself and asks for permission ever so sweetly.

“Babe, if you don't, I'll kick you out of the apartment. Give me possessive Peter Parker any day you want, like I'm gonna complain about a gorgeous, brilliant twenty something year old all over me. Now what's it gonna be, alpha dear, bathroom or bedroom? I wouldn't mind the tile but, oh God, I forgot you could pick me up." Tony clings to broad shoulders, can't help but laugh because aren't they a pair?

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After having what he's sure was the best sex of his life, Tony stumbles out of the bedroom with torn clothes, a dazed look in his eyes and several bruises blossoming around his neck. Peter's halfway out the doorway when Tony whistles, makes sure all their family is paying attention, blurts out, “Peter and I are having a kid. I'm pregnant, woohoo, it's great, it's amazing, save your congratulations for later. We'll do a proper thing soon, if anyone interrupts and they're not dying, I'll kill you myself. See you in a few hours, " and yanks him back in while Friday activates Sock on the Doorknob Protocol.

Rhodey and Nat clink glasses while waiting on the others to pay up on their bets regarding Tony and Peter's odd behavior.

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Later, much later, like, two days later, they have a proper dinner with their family in the tower. There are balloons and streamers, cake and ice cream, warm hugs and gentle cheek kisses, subtle tears and full on weeping (Happy had to borrow a box of Kleenex), pictures and videos and a pile of gifts taller than Tony.

The most important thing, though, is that the A.I recorded the reaction after Clint asked about baby names. He's grateful they went to the doctor before tonight. The visit revealed a treasure Tony thought he'd never have. Now it's time to reveal it to their pack.

His husband snuggles up to him, is so ecstatic the whole dining room smells like cinnamon and honey, like joyous love he'll never get enough of. Tony grins at him, curls their hands together and repeats the same thing over and over again in his head.

It'll be ok. They'll be ok. If the universe keeps giving Tony the greatest gifts he could ever want, maybe it's time he stopped looking at the horse's mouth. That's how it goes, right? Right.

He turns to look at Peter, loves him so much it aches, feels tiny feet pressing against his stomach. Guesses he's not the only one smitten with this incredible human being.

“We were thinking Marie,” Peter smiles at him, eyes lit up and lovely.

Tony is never going to forget this moment, this warmth in his chest.

“And Benjamin Parker-Stark.”

Their family loses their shit and both Friday and Karen have ample proof.

(@puppypeter look, omega tones! @tonystarkisaslut thank you so much for allowing me to use the prompt board! I am still accepting prompts! Although I can't guarantee getting them ready within a few days, I'll try to finish them on the one week mark depending on how long the fic is!)

[mandadoration]

Hux prompt: Hux has had an eye on you for time and you know it. You finally decided to confront him about it without the prying eyes of any other officers around you or hux. Your an apprentice if kylo Ren.

fire

pairing: armitage hux x reader, (platonic) kylo ren x reader

warnings: none

word count: 2, 363

a/n: I’m still on hiatus technically but I just got so tired of doing coursework that I had to write this. A little longer, so it’s under the cut. 

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Armitage Hux’s gaze can only be described as burning. 

You first felt it in Snoke’s room on the Finalizer, where he had declared that Kylo Ren would take you under his wing to teach you about your budding abilities with the Force, since he had no time to take another on himself. You could feel Kylo’s displeasure from where you stood, behind Kylo but in front of Hux who was patiently waiting to be addressed. You shy away as best as you can without making your discomfort obvious. But Kylo stamps his feeling down before he can lash out to force a thanks out for this opportunity and gives a short tilt of his head. 

What had revealed your abilities to the Supreme Leader was your innate ability to just know things, especially remote viewing (you were particularly good at finding lost things) and all things emotional. You could easily play off of what the other was feeling, testing the waters until you get a sense of what they were thinking and playing with it to get what you wanted. Initially, you had just played it off as you being particularly charming and persuasive and very, very good at reading people, but there is a point where it went beyond normal human capabilities, especially when you’ve gotten bolder and bolder asking for more things and grander favors. It’s gotten to a point you didn’t even have to look at them to get a feel for what they were thinking, your range of “seeing” extended to at least a third of the ship. Eventually you had gotten a little too comfortable asking for favors, and Kylo Ren found himself on the receiving end of you asking him to leave you alone and stop destroying the interior of the ship after you had been sent for damage control for the umpteenth time. You had felt his hesitancy and want to comply for a split second before his temper had soared through the roof, and you had scampered out of his range as quick as you could. Apparently he had informed Snoke of his experience, so here you were now. 

You tense when Hux’s emotions seem to press into you. 

You spare a glance at him, and he seems to straighten up because he knows he’s been caught. There’s some kind of inner turmoil in him, but nothing too serious. After pondering on it, he gives you a short nod of acknowledgement, and then you’ve got it. Hux isn’t quite sure where you stand anymore. Before today, you were just a lowly officer, a glorified secretary for the higher ups, really, but now you had an audience with Snoke, who was actually praising you for already cultivating your powers, even if it was unknowingly, and you were to start your training at the earliest possible convenience. But there’s something else, too, simmering under all of that, but Snoke dismisses you to talk with Hux privately before you can find out what it is. 

—

There’s that burning gaze again. 

The past few weeks have certainly been grueling. Not only has Kylo been cultivating your powers, but he’s been physically training you as well, leaving you with more than enough bruises and aches to last a lifetime. Right after, he tries to get you to use the force to manipulate objects. That you’re not so good at, and his disappointment stings. It’s even worse when he instructs you to follow him around like a damn dog, but it’s without reason. Every now and then, he instructs you to find an item he’s hidden somewhere on the ship or to give him a short report on how a certain officer feels. It leaves you mentally exhausted now that you’re consciously doing it and extending far beyond what you’re used to, but it’s gotten easier. It’s definitely better than trying to lift useless things. As you find your footing and become more confident that your persuasiveness is of your own doing, you break out of that timid facade you’ve put on. However as you become more intune with your ability to read emotions, it makes the barest of feeling from anyone stronger than before. Which is why you have to fight to keep a straight face while you’re in the same room as the General and Commander. 

Hux and Kylo hate each other, you’ve gathered that much without using your force abilities, but it’s more apparent when they’re directly interacting with each other. You can’t help but wish Kylo let you stay in your quarters for his meeting with the General because they’re one second away from a screaming match. Same as the last meeting, and the same before that. You would bet your life it will be the same the next time. You can feel the anger and frustration bubbling in both of them, Kylo’s more scalding but Hux’s more bitter. They never get anything substantial done. As you’re wondering if there’s a way you can slip out without being noticed, Kylo throws a chair at Hux from some snide comment you’re sure Hux had said. You instinctively reach a hand out, feeling how Hux’s anger evolves into surprise and fear, and find that you’ve managed to stop it right before it hit his face. At that realization, you drop it. It lands on Hux’s foot and you see the wince, but you’re more concerned with how this was the largest object you’ve managed to use the force on since you’ve started your training. You don’t have too much time to feel proud because they’re both looking at you expectantly. 

Frustration, annoyance, slight surprise– Kylo Ren. 

Definite surprise, slight appreciation, anger quickly melting away, and that odd feeling simmering under all of that again– Armitage Hux. 

Hux’s eyes are wide before he blinks once, twice, and then turns to Kylo. “Seems as though your apprentice has more sense that you do,” he says. And you hope that Kylo Ren doesn’t do anything rash because you’re trying your hardest to pick out what that evasive emotion that’s rising in Hux is, but your mentor storms out and you have no choice but to follow him. 

Hux’s gaze smoulders long after you’re gone. 

—

It’s not until a week later that you finally figure out what that feeling is. 

You’re training again with Kylo, blindfolded as he throws metal spheres at you, sighing in frustration everytime you fail to knock it out of the air with the wooden saber in your hand. It’s more of a glorified stick, really, and there’s a tender spot on your forehead where the ball had hit you in the head. You could feel the amusement rolling off of Kylo, so you’re 80% sure he did it on purpose. 

“Focus,” Kylo says. “Feel how the Force moves around you.” 

“That isn’t very good advice,” you grumble. You swing blindly, but you know you’ve missed when there’s a clink of it falling on the ground. There’s a slight breeze as it flies back into your mentor’s hand. 

“Just try,” he insists, and you’re glad he can’t see how hard you roll your eyes under the blindfold. His lessons are simply that. Just trying. Kylo tosses the ball to you again, and you try to put your training to use. You stoke that fire of annoyance and frustration in your chest, and this time something clicks. Literally, as you hit the ball back in the direction it came. But there’s no praise or reassurance because you both know it was a lucky shot unless you can recreate it consistently. It’s your time to sigh as you drop the saber and take off the blindfold. 

“I really don’t know how this is supposed to help, Commander,” you say timidly. “I’m more suited to the less aggressive parts of the Force.” Kylo scrunches up his face, and you would’ve found it almost endearing if it weren’t for the fact it would be pathetically easy for him to crush your throat just for that thought. But in the weeks you’ve been training, there’s been some resemblance of camaraderie between you two, simply because of all the time you’ve been spending together. He’s like the worst big brother in the world. By the way he furrows his brows, you think he must’ve heard that particular thought. Kylo at least doesn’t pursue it. 

“Which is why you need to be trained in those aggressive parts,” he retorts, but he waves his hand and the metal balls go back to their place against the wall in a small cubby. “When the enemy comes, what are you going to do? Tell them the last place they left their datapad? Give them a free therapy session?” Kylo mocks. 

“My plan if I meet the Resistance is to shoot them with my blaster,” you snort. You reach out and try to bring your bottle of water to you, but it just tips over and you resort to walking over there to pick it up. “I can feel you smirking from over here,” you say over your shoulder. 

“You are pathetically weak,” Kylo says instead. You really want to throw your water at his face, but you pause when you see Hux. 

Well, you feel him before you see him. He enters the training floor and stands there with his hands behind his back with a sour expression that becomes annoyingly hard to read when he sees you. “General,” Kylo sneers, “to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” Ugh, you nearly shudder with the sour tang of hate that permeates the air, but you focus on taking slow sips of water. 

“Ren,” Hux says. “Snoke requests your presence.” Kylo nods, and you go to pick up your stuff, putting your bottle down, but Hux holds up a hand. “Just Ren,” he clarifies. You hesitantly look over to Kylo, but he’s already leaving before you can get a confirmation. There’s slight apprehension as he leaves from being called at such an odd time of day, but it’s overwhelmed by that feeling from Hux you’ve yet to pinpoint. 

“What’s your problem?” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. Luckily the flush that floods your face could be mistaken for exertion. Hux straightens up and narrows his eyes. 

“Excuse me?”

“You always have this… feeling or emotion whenever I’m near,” you continue. You walk closer to him. “I can’t quite describe it.” Hux looks a little uncomfortable as you peer at him, but he stands his ground. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he announces. You opt to stay silent. A favored strategy of your Commander whenever he knows someone is close to cracking. It makes whoever you’re interrogating wholly uncomfortable, and you can almost see the little tendrils of it wrapping around Hux as you continue to look at him.

“Yes, you do,” you say softly. “You always look at me in a particular way- you’re doing it now,” you point out. 

“I tend to make sure I have those who can kill me in sight at all times,” he says dryly. 

“You really think I would kill you?”

“Who knows what thoughts Ren has been putting in your head.”

“Your gaze burns,” you say suddenly. “That’s how I know it’s you.” Hux looks like he honestly does not know how to respond to that. “I always know when it’s you.” You find that Hux is a lot closer than you last remember, and you can see how striking his eyes are. 

“I simply find you… fascinating,” Hux says. A slight tingle in the back of your head. Not quite a lie, you gather, but not the truth either. The look on your face must tell Hux that you know this because he purses his lips. You slip into his mind and give him a little push in the right direction. “A lowly, no name officer suddenly becoming the latest gossip for jumping up the ranks to work directly under the guidance of the Jedi-Killer Kylo Ren and becoming an interesting test subject for the Supreme Leader- it’s bound to raise some suspicions,” he continues. Even he looks surprised that he’s said it. You tilt your head. 

“Not the whole truth,” you say critically. “And I doubt you care about what the latest gossip is here.”

“You best watch your tone with me,” Hux says in a low voice. “I am still a General of the First Order, and I will not tolerate insubordination no matter how interesting you are.” You pause as your face breaks into a grin that you know Hux thinks it’s eerily reminiscent of Kylo Ren’s. 

“You think I’m interesting?” you tease. Caught is the best way you can describe what Hux is feeling right now. Even if you didn’t have your little ability, the blush on his face tells all. “Do you think I’m interesting, General, or are you interested in me?”

“Is there a difference?” he asks, and you delight in how he sounds strangled. Then you preen when you practically taste the hot and heavy lust in the air when your grin turns wicked.

“A very big difference,” you purr. You reach out a hand, and this time your water bottle soars straight to it without complaint. Arousal bubbles in your stomach, intensified by Hux’s own at your show of power. Now that was interesting. The General of the First Order aroused by a mere party trick compared to what you know the force can do. Although, you think, it has more to do with the wielder of such power. You doubt you could garner the same reaction if you were Kylo Ren. You take a slow, long drink from your water, and watch out of the corner of your eye as he watches with that fiery gaze at the drop that trails out from the corner of your mouth down your jaw and neck before disappearing into your cleavage. You tilt his chin up with a single finger to realign his sight to meet your eyes. 

“Tell me,” you murmur, and Hux leans in closer to hear your voice, “does your mouth burn as hot as you?” 

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[theoriginalladya]

OOOOHHH can we get the director's cut on Seeing Reds please?

from this meme

Of course you may!!!!!

So, Seeing Reds.  Originally, I wasn’t even going to do this story - my intention was to start with Akuze, you know?  However, as Caleb is only my second ever Earthborn that I’ve really played and developed, I decided I needed to look further into his background, especially since he’s Irish, to get a better feel for him.

Now, there are a few things about this story that make it different from others I’ve written aside from it being Earthborn.  

I wanted to keep it limited to ten chapters, no more or less.  With Caleb I’m trying several new writing things - third person present tense, shorter stories with their own plots/arcs but also that fall under a broader story arc/theme.  

I wanted each chapter of Seeing Reds to be in a non-Caleb point of view.  A look at the character through the eyes of others.  Didn’t quite work out that way, but I am pleased with the results.  Chapter one is from Caleb’s POV as he meets Ned and Nan for the first time.  I probably could have worked it slightly different, gotten their POV and still had it work as effectively (or more so) if I’d tried, but learning to write third person present threw me off - this was only the second story I’d written that way at the time.  The last chapter is also Caleb’s POV, and I think it works as well.  The rest, though ... they are written from the POVs of different Reds who were important in Caleb’s life.  Each of those chapter titles is also from the Irish word for the different titles of the characters.  For example, Chapter 3 is Dara which means second, in this case it’s also the title for Ruairi who is the second in command of the Reds.  That sort of thing.  

Want to know a secret?  I absolutely HATED myself for what happened to Ned.  But it needed to happen; Caleb needed some sort of underlying driving force for after he left Ireland, something that will continue on for a while even though he can’t go back.  

My favorite chapter of the entire piece is Chapter 8: Dhorn.  I never intended for Caleb to end up using the cards as a way of guiding his future.  I never expected he would end up with more than that one reading by Saoirse.  But as I wrote it and I was reading up on cartomancy, it struck me how it could be used.  How certain cards could appear under certain circumstances and perhaps influence him more as time goes on.  He has several cards that will turn up at different points in his life.  Keep an eye on that (it will be noticed by him, as well) and see what you think.  Obviously we have insight into what happens with the main threads of the Mass Effect story, so some will be more obvious than others.  The other reason I brought them in is because in some ways, it’s an ‘ice breaker.’  Something Caleb does before a big mission that the other soldiers around him can comment on, interact with him about.  He becomes kind of ‘known’ for his card readings, and the longer he is with a group, the more relaxed they are about it with him.  Sure bet if a soldier asks him, “How’s it looking, sir?” that they’ve been together for a while at that point.

When I originally wrote the story, I never intended for the Greystones to become such a big deal! lol  They sort of evolved out of how the story did.  For that matter, I didn’t know until the last two or three chapters that they would actually ‘win’ the war with the Reds.

Thanks so much for asking about that story!!!  I’m rather proud of it and delighted that others seem to like it too!

[thorne93]

Unforeseen Chasm (Part 35)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count: 2630

Warnings: angst, fluff,serious Tony Stark,  happy moment for the reader!!!, emotional Loki Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm

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Things had gone back to normal, or as normal as it could get for The Avengers, everyone was back to doing their own thing and always getting together for dinner as much as possible. Planning had gone underway for the wedding. Both had agreed they wanted something simple and quiet they didn’t want the public to ruin their happy day. 

True to her word, Shannon had brought down things to ask you for an opinion from flowers, to cloth colors, to dress designs. Everyone was basking in the happiness that the soon to be husband and wife were in. That was until word got out to the press that the billionaire playboy genius was finally settling down with the one woman they have seen on his arm for the past two years. 

The morning the team saw the news they tried  to hide it from Tony and Shannon but had failed when they saw he was reading the news on his holographic tablet. 

“Morning everyone!” Tony said sounding cheery as he had been lately. “There still some coffee left?” came from him without looking up from the tablet he had in his hand, going over some paperwork. 

“Morning, Tony. What’re the plans for today?” Steve asked trying to keep Tony busy. “Shannon have anything she wants you to do or get for the wedding?” 

“Not yet. We’re still looking at some possible ideas.”

He took a sip from his mug. “Although I did hear something about going to some chocolate tasting, I might not like it but I’m sure she’d appreciate you or Clint going with her to see which would be best.” He looked up at the tall blonde. 

“Sure thing, I’ll ask her when she’s doing that.” 

“Everything alright, Cap? You seem a little tense.” Tony could see the way Steve was holding himself like as if something was wrong. 

“Oh it’s nothing,” he said nonchalantly. “Just a bit sore from my last training session.” 

Just then Shannon had walked in wearing an oversized hoodie and her hair pulled up. “Good morning, everyone.” She gave everyone a kiss on the cheek. “Mm something smells good in here. You cooking again, Steve?” 

“Morning, doll, just trying out some old recipes.” He smiled at her. “Tony, says you want to go chocolate tasting?” 

She hummed while eating the food. “Yeah I was hoping you’d come with? Seeing as Tony doesn't like chocolate that much.” She looked up at the super soldier. 

“I’d love to, doll, just as long as we keep Clint away from eating too much,” he joked. He hadn't noticed that Tony was reading the news.

The coffee mug slipped from Tony’s fingers and landed with a thud on the table thankfully it was a metal mug and not a ceramic one. “Umm… Babe, you wanna come take a look at this?” He sounded weird. 

“Sure thing, Tony.” Confused as to what it might be she walked quickly to his side. She was speechless when the cover story was of them two and how they’re getting married.  “How did they find out?” She was confused as to how someone could have found out only those closest knew. 

“I have no clue… Could one of the workers here have said something?” Hoping that was the case. “Oh crap, your parents are going to find out and it’ll ruin the surprise,” he realized. 

“Tony?! We need to get this off the news now before it’s too late! I already have everything set to tell them tomorrow evening,” she groaned knowing it might be too late already. She covered her head with the hood and leaned her head on the countertop. 

“Don’t say that, doll, they probably haven’t seen the news yet. I bet Tony could get it removed in less than 3 hours.” He walked to her and was patting her back. 

“Sir, you have an incoming call from multiple magazine companies wanting a scoop for their issue.”  

Hearing that he groaned and saw Shannon shrink herself some more. 

“Send all the calls to the conference room. I’ll pick up all of them at once.” He cleaned up his mess and was heading out. “Don't worry, babe, I got this. Jarvis, contact the company who got the word about the engagement. I need to speak with them,” he said is a tone he only uses when he means business. 

Clint silently suggested he and Steve get Shannon back to her room and contact the chocolate place to have then send their samples to the tower so they could try the samples in peace and away from the public eye. They all knew it's the last thing she would want. 

“Come on, Shannon, let’s go back to your room and set up a movie or something.” Clint stood at her other side. “Let’s get your mind off this stuff.”

“I’ll make a quick call and meet you guys there,” Steve said after getting Shannon onto Clint’s back so he could carry her. “You guys pick the movie, I’ll get the snacks.”

She nodded her head and turned to look at Steve make a call while she was taken to her room. 

“Hello this is Steve Rogers calling on behalf of Shannon. We ran into a bit of a situation and wondered if the samples of your chocolates could be sent to us? If not I’d be happy to go pick them up myself,” he asked the lady who picked up his call. It killed him to see his best friend feel like things are going wrong when they shouldn’t be.

On the other side of the line he was told that it would be no problem at all getting the chocolate packaged and sent to the tower in half an hour. Steve thanking the woman who was kind to have that happen and walked to Shannon’s room to see if everything was ready for them to make her feel better.

“Alright the chocolate samples should be here in half an hour” seeing that Clint was laying at the edge of the bed he moved to sit next to Shannon. “What movie we watching?” he ask hoping that watching some movies will help.

“Well we were thinking of starting off with something Disney so I found Trolls seems like it could be a silly movie” Clint said while about to start the movie. “How much chocolate are they sending?”

“Your not going to get to eat much of it” Steve warned him “You and chocolate is not a good mix we don’t need to go off chasing you around form you being hyper.

“Oh come on Steve don’t be a party pooper.” He stuck his tongue out at the blonde

Meanwhile on a different floor of the tower Tony was in one of the many conference rooms addressing the matter at hand with all the news channels. He wanted this to be over as quick as possible and make sure that the news doesn’t get to Shannon’s parents at whatever cost it takes he know how excited she was to tell them but seeing her the way she was when she heard that it was out in the public.

“Alright thank you for waiting for me as it would seem someone has given you personal information of my life and foremost would like to know who exactly it was that told you so that they can face the consequences appropriately” he said. 

“We were told by an anonymous figure,” came the response from a few of the channels. “We were told of this news from one of the towers workers,” said channel 12 who had kept quiet until now.

“And does said worker have a name?” he wanted to know now. “Now as for the reason for calling you all, I need you to get rid of that footage ASAP. My fiance is currently worried that her parents will find out from your channels rather than what she has planned for them. Yes we are getting married but that is all you will get from me so please don’t bother trying to get anymore information because you wont get any.” They all saw how serious he was about getting the footage removed. “This is the biggest news we’ve had in a few years, Mr. Stark. You can’t just expect us to drop the story just like that,” one channel said.

“You do realize who you’re talking to right?” he challenged who had spoken. “I could easily make few calls and make sure you don’t have a job for tonight’s viewing. Now I’m not saying I will I’m just saying I could.” He smirked seeing the person pale. “The same will go for all the channels any sponsor you might have I have connections with so if you don’t remove the footage of announcement of my wedding there will be trouble.” 

“Yes, Mr. Stark,” a few of the channels said seeing a bit of fear for their current jobs. “We’ll have that footage removed and deleted.”

“Thank you now if you excuse me I have a fiance to go make sure is okay, have a good rest of your day and I will be looking into if it’s been deleted or not.” With that he ended the video call with all the channels.

Walking out of the conference room Tony felt a whole lot better knowing that they would definitely be getting rid of the footage of the story that had be created and had high hopes that it would be gone before Shannon’s parents had a chance to even look at the news. Knowing her parents the would probably wait to be in bed to watch the news at night which gives the new channels a good time slot to do as he had ordered.

He headed up to the lab wanting to give her some time with her friends and later on tell her about it’s all taken care of and that she can go on planning the surprise reveal. He hoped that with her being distracted by her friends she will feel a lot less stressed out.

>> Rogers let Shannon know I’ll be in the lab for a bit there’s something I need to finish then I’ll head down to where you three are.

<< you got it, Tony. Is the issue fixed?

>> yes, it took a bit of threatening but yes

<<good it’ll help make things better for Shannon

Tony had finished off what he had been working on early and headed where Shannon and the guys were watching movies and laughed when he saw Clint lying on the floor covered in chocolate wrappers and Steve looked annoyed. Overall things had gone well the chocolate had been picked thanks to the guys and Tony could tell that Shannon was in a better mood

“Hey, babe, so I just got everything fixed you can go back to planning how you wanted to tell your parents the news” he went to sit next to her seeing her light up made him happy knowing he’s the one that made her feel like that.

“You mean it?” 

“The news won’t be showing that story ever again.”

“What a relief I didn’t want my parents finding out like that especially with what I had in mind”

“I know how much telling your parents means to you so of course I would do everything to make sure you could”

Three days later both had gotten invited to have dinner with her parents at their house. Which helped because they wanted to announce the news somewhere private. Once they understood what they had been given with the sweaters they were excited for the happy couple and could not wait to see how the planning was going for the wedding and who would be going and when the wedding would happen and where too.

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“Are you sure? Like… is this okay?” you asked as you stood in your cell, wringing your hands.

“Yeah, absolutely!” Shannon said with a wide, bright smile.

“So Tony, Fury, they all know about this?”

Shannon laughed at your fears. “Don’t worry. I’ve taken care of everything. SHIELD and the Avengers have all signed off on your parole.”

“Parole… Wow. Never thought that word would be assigned to me.”

Shannon shot you a sympathetic look. “It’s just for you though, right now. Loki’s will come shortly.”

You nodded. “That’s fine.”

“And that’s only because you’re getting out early to help me with the wedding.” 

“I know. This is amazing. I told you everything would work out.” 

She smiled at you. “Well tell your boyfriend you’ll be back.” She gestured to Loki who sat on the leather couch, pretending as if he wasn’t listening to the conversation.

You walked over, feeling guilty. You were gaining freedom before him, and it didn’t feel right. Part of you felt amazing to get to go out and do everything you wanted to with Shannon, but the other part of you felt enormously guilty for leaving him here.

“Well… I’m gonna go. Dress shopping with Shannon,” you stated, laughing a bit uneasily as you sat beside him. He continued to flip through his book, not meeting your eyes. 

“That sounds wonderful,” he evenly said. 

“Yeah. It is. I’m pretty excited.”

Loki sighed, closing his book and looked at you, his gaze softening. He put the back of his hand on your cheek. “You should be. You deserve this. Have a good day.”

Truth be told, he was slightly terrified that you would never return. That once you left through those glass doors, you wouldn’t come back. Shannon wouldn’t come back, you wouldn’t come back, Tony wouldn’t check in. A random orderly would come down once a week to bring food and a change of clothing, and that would be the rest of his life. 

Maybe you would convince everyone that Loki needed to stay down there and rot. Maybe you would say it was all his fault and he deserved to never leave. 

Yes, you stayed by his side while you were on Sanctuary, but was that only because you had no way of escaping? Did you only find safety with him because he was a friendly face? When you came back to Earth, did you not flee due to fear of Thanos? So far, he had no real proof you would ever return to him. Every time you were near him, it was in a situation you couldn’t control.

Maybe now you saw him for what he really was, and would leave and never look back. These were the fears that danced through his mind and heart as he looked at you. 

“I will be back…” you suddenly promised, concern coloring your features. “I promise.” 

Loki temporarily wondered if you could read minds. He smiled at you, and you knew that was his stage smile. You knew there wasn’t sincerity in it when he said, “I know.” He leaned forward, cupped the base of your head in his slender fingers and gave you an earnest kiss. 

With that, you stood. You knew words would never help Loki. You could only prove your loyalty by returning back to him tonight. Returning back to the cell that kept you prisoner for over two years… To walk into a place that you loathed, that you never wanted to see again, just to demonstrate how much, how impossibly much you loved this man. 

“Ready to go?” Shannon asked from behind you.

You turned to her and said, “Yeah.” One final glance behind you where Loki nodded and smiled at you, this time it was a little warmer. You gave him a small wave, and you left that cell, a free woman for the first time in over three years.

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Dessert delayed. (Part 1)

Arthur Fleck x You, Arthur Fleck x female reader

Summary: You attend to a christmas dinner at your parents place with your boyfriend Arthur Fleck. A certain situation makes you want to delay dessert.

Warnings: Fluff turns to smutty moments oopsie / only nsfw when somebody looks at your screen exactly that time you’re reading the word cock which I mention one single time.

Words: 2,182

I’ve never written a fanfic before in my entire life. Now it has happened. I had this idea stuck in my head and wanted to try writing it. English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for all the weird typos or time jumps. I’m so sorry if this is shit and really weird to read lmaoo. Let me know what you think, if you want to.

I don’t even know if someone’s gonna read this at all lol, but I’ve been having thoughts about a Part 2 including all the smut that follows after Arthur and you arrive at your shared apartment.

Okay so Part 1 here we gooo...

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“Arthur, I’m ready. We can go!” You shout from the hallway, putting on your black coat and casually wrapping your red scarf around your throat.

No answer.

“Arth- “, you ask for him again, as you take a glimpse into your shared bedroom. He’s standing in front of the big mirror, fumbling nervously at his red vest.

You know Arthur Fleck well. You can tell he’s having trouble believing that your parents would actually approve the fact of you being with him. You can tell his mind is racing with thoughts of disbelief, anxiety creeping up on him more and more by the hour. You had been trying to ease his mind all afternoon, which would normally work pretty good, but you could tell that event has such an important meaning to him, you had only succeeded calming him with little impact. 

You’re standing in the doorway, leaning against its frame letting out a soft sigh. A smile growing on your lips as you approach him. You take a look at him through the mirror, letting your gaze fall over him, from his hair that’s been slicked back, to his red dress pants and down to his dress shoes and back up to meet his insecure eyes.

“Arthur... darling, they’re going to love you!”, You wrap your arms around his slender form from behind, stopping his fumbling hands to interlace them with your own, gently stroking them with your thumbs. “I know, I do.”, you whisper, grinning, leaning the side of your head against his shoulder, again searching for a smile of his in the mirror, gladly finding it.

You grasp for his waist and turn him towards you, placing a tender kiss on his lips. “Come on baby, we gotta go. Otherwise we’re going to miss the train.” you let him know kindly, as you make a move away from him with the intention of handing him his red jacket. 

Arthur grips your wrist and pulls you back to his chest, smashing his lips against yours kissing you deeply. You melt into the kiss and can’t help but let out a soft moan, as the sensation of his demanding lips struck through your body.

A short moment you think about not leaving your apartment at all. Since you weren’t really fond of family gatherings, at least not with the family of yours.

 Finding it hard to break the kiss, but you really need to catch this train. 

“Arthur... we really need to go.”, you purr against his mouth.

“Mmhh alright.” he returns persuaded.

You make your way over to your parents home, Arthur still not speaking that much. Spending more time in his head, trying to prepare himself for the worst of scenarios.

At the beginning of your relationship, Arthur had had a hard time believing you were really his. Had he doubted your real presence so many times. Wouldn’t be the first time you were imagining a woman, he thought to himself at some nights. With the affection you had given him since day one, you were glad he started to open up to you more and more. The man you loved, hiding a number of layers about his truest feelings, that even he had given up on counting.

So complex in every way. You were more than willing to unravel every single one of them no matter how many more you would find underneath the layer you just had discovered. You managed to evolve this beautiful strong bond between the both of you, for no-one else to see but you.

As much as he held this bond close to him, remembering it every so often through his hard days of work. You were his home. His only safe place.

Walking the streets of Gotham without you by his side, made him feel insecure in every way. Too much cruelty soiling the streets of Gotham.

Nearly every day this City had some new ugly plan secretly waiting for him in one of those dark alleys, people calling him a freak more often than by his actual name. He’d hoped so much, your parents wouldn’t think of him the same way those people do. What if they think he’s freak, too? Would they talk you into believing he’s not enough for you, having you leave him? He couldn’t blame himself, as he had so little to offer. Always short on money, no big apartment, no expensive gifts, not even for Christmas. All he had to offer was his unconditional love for you, he’d hoped so dearly would be enough for you to keep you by his side until his last breath. Little did he know that his love was more than enough. You tried to show him everyday anew. So much enough it hurt at times and his love being everything you could ever wish for.

“It’s right over here.”, moving your right arm up and pointing your index finger at an old grey house in front of you, while your left arm is wrapped around Arthurs lower back.

The closer you two get to the door of the apartment, the closer he’s pulling you to his body. Fearing for the worst, it could be the last time to hold onto your soft form. You notice him pulling you closer to his side. Taking a minute before ringing the doorbell, you cup his cheeks, caressing them softly with your thumbs.

Searching his eyes before you speak up softly, “I understand you’re being nervous about meeting them, baby. It’s gonna be fine, I’m here with you and if at any point you’d rather choose to leave, give me the signal and we’re out of there in a second.” 

You kiss his cheek and add, “You look very handsome tonight, Mr. Fleck.” Ringing the doorbell, you earn one of his genuine smiles, you cherrished so deeply.

You made it more than half through dinner, as your aunt asks for another bottle of wine. In your thoughts you thank your aunt for that. You could go for another glass of wine, too. You take the opportunity to catch a moment with Arthur alone, signalizing him to come with you to the kitchen. 

As soon as you get to the kitchen, Arthur leans against the counter and lets out a breath through his nostrils. Not unnoticed by you, you turn around to face him, as you whisper, “I know.. it’s exhausting.” Giving him an understanding smile, while stepping closer to him, wrapping your arms around his lower back, letting your body fall into his. “No, they seem nice. It’s just I.. All of this is new to me, you know.” he tells you, lifting his forehead.

He had some nice conversations with your parents, being the polite and kind man he is. Even throwing in a joke now and then. You’re kind of relieved your aunt is having one of her more quiet days. You wouldn’t fear your parents to dislike Arthur, but not so much with your aunt. Not that it would bother you what she thinks. But you feared her intruding questions for Arthur. 

You linger in his arms for another moment, before you whisper, “Well, you’re doing great, baby.”, giving him a sweet kiss, assuring him so.

With the bottle of wine in your hand you make your way back to the living room, Arthur walking next to you. He grabs your chair for you to sit down, pushing it closer to the table as you lower yourself onto it. “My my.. what a gentleman you got yourself there, Y/N.”, your aunt says with an astonished nod.

You pour yourself another glass of wine, feeling that she may be getting into her chatty mood. A proud smile appears on your face as you reply “Oh Arthur quite is, thank you!” You can barely finish your sentence as your aunt starts to blather. 

Oh no here we go.

You take a big swip of that wine, knowing she’s not going to stop shooting questions at Arthur very soon. You take a quick glimpse at Arthur, meeting his eyes. You can see him reading the I’m so sorry in your eyes. 

He’s smiling kindly at your aunt, trying to catch up with her fast pace of talking. You immediately want to make this situation any less stressing for him, so you slide your chair a bit closer to him, switching your hold on the glass of wine to your left hand, so you can reach down under the table with your right one.  Resting your hand on Arthurs thigh to show him he’s not alone in this.

You feel him tense under you touch, causing you to look up at him seeing him blush a little. You can’t help but give him a sly smile. You’re enjoying this way too much. 

Arthur quickly looks back to your aunts direction. He’s so eager to catch up and answer every question of your aunt, as she’s still shooting them at Arthur like there’s no tomorrow. Still lingering at the same point on his thigh you start to rub your thumb against the thin fabric of his dress pants, letting your hand slide up a bit ever so slowly. Your body sure feels warmer now. 

Maybe it’s caused by the wine. Or-

it’s the feeling of the soft fabric between your fingers, knowing where you’re going to place them next.

Your aunt shoots the next question, “Do you watch any tv shows, Arthur? I really like Murray Franklins Live Show! Do you know it?”

You speak up to fill in for Arthur, “Ooh yeah, Arthur-”

Your hand moving dangerously near to his crotch, you can feel his cock pressing slightly against the fabric, as you caress the spot near the zipper.

You continue, “you really enjoy Murrays Show, too-”

now reaching fully for his crotch, you finish your sentence, “don’t you, darling?” 

His leg starts to quiver at the sensation of your touch. He’s making a jerky movement as he squeezes your hand tightly, pushing it off of his crotch, down his thigh for relief. Arthur lost track to the blather of your aunt right at moment you laid your hand on his thigh. He tried really hard to continue listening, but your hand burning on his thigh was the only thing that his senses could focus on.

Your little game goes unnoticed by your family, as they chatter on. Your mother announces the dessert is going to be ready in a few minutes.

“Please excuse me for a minute.” Arthur says into the group. He’s leans over to you, “Y/N, could show me the way to the bathroom, please?”

“Sure, darling. I’ll show you.” You nod, walking out of the living room, having him following you. It wasn’t his intention to use the bathroom. You kind of knew, he wanted to talk to you about your behavior. You were out of sight from your family in the living room, when you pushed Arthur with his back to the wall, pressing your body against his. Arthur bit down hard on his lip to suppress a moan, as he felt your hand reach down between your bodies grabbing for the same spot he had pushed your hand away a few moments ago.

“Fuck... Y/N, wha- what’s gotten into you?” He manages to whisper as you tighten your grip between his legs, feeling he’s enjoying your tempting behavior as much as you are.

You start kissing up his neck, leaving wet traces going for his ealobe, nibbling at it softly, then whisper seductivley into his ear, “I think... we need to delay dessert.”

You had managed to come up with something to get your escape from the family gathering. Saying your goodbyes to everyone, your mother hugged the both of you with a frown, but mocking you “Well, you’re the ones missing out on dessert.”

 Oh you would get dessert. And a better one even.

Maybe you really have been drinking a bit too much. Though you knew you would be. Your love for family gatherings was as little as your faith in humanity. Very little to none at all existing.

The few people at the subway sharing your ride, giving you annoyed gazes at your behaviour. You’re giggling without a pause and can’t keep your hands off of Arthur, causing the other passengers turn their heads. You’re fumbling at the buttons of Arthurs red vest.

“Y/N, everyone’s staring at us.”, Arthur whispers, catching your hands into his, bringing them down to your own lap, obviously unfamiliar with the situation and attention it is seeking upon him, people noticing him. 

“I don’t care, baby. Everyone should see that you’re mine!” You manage to bubble out in a rather loud voice. 

Arthur couldn’t help but blush a little at your bold statement. Though he knew you were as deeply in love with him as he was with you, he had never heard you say such a thing in public before. For everyone to hear. He could acquire a taste for that. But it wasn’t just the fact that it was for everyone to hear, but also to see. To see him, having a beautiful looking woman like you clinging onto him like that. Despite from the arousal growing inside of him, it made him feel treasured and so proud.

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Selftober Prompt 26

Family

SF!Sans/Reader

Family is everything to Sans. Everything. His brother is the most important thing in the world to him, and you know that. Though, since you had moved in with Sans…you’d been included in his definition of family as well. You were just as important to him as his brother, but in very different ways. As much as he didn’t like to admit it verbally, Papyrus was his anchor. Papyrus was the reason why Sans didn’t fall apart from just taking on too much and overloading his brain with stress.

Speaking of his relationship with Papryus, he was used to being such a mother hen that in the beginning of living together and marriage, he attempted to act like he did with Papyrus…which had pissed you off. You weren’t going to lie. Though, Sans was also very quick with reading people that he figured it out and started to alter his ways way before you got to the point where it became a problem in the relationship. Just a small bump that ironed out, and the two of you still discussed it because you wanted to be open about issues in your relationship.

Over the years, that stress had decreased as Sans slowly learned that it was okay to take breaks and to not have as much on his plate. Sure, what he had on his place every day of his life was triple what you would consider normal or healthy, but it was also three times less than what he used to have.

You glanced over at your husband as the two of you cooked side by side, a more recent development as Sans was slowly learning to loosen his reins on everything.

“Hey…Sans?” you said slowly, looking up from the meat  that you were browning.

“YES, DEAR?”

“Uh…so…” you started, feeling your face heat up slightly in embarrassment, “what do you think…about…children?”

A pause, “THEY’RE SMALL AND ACT LIKE PAPYRUS WHEN HE’S DRUNK.”

Your eyes crinkled with your laughter, and he joined in quickly glad that he had made you laugh. You smiled brightly and replied, “Pft…I guess they do!”

As the humor faded away, Sans passed you the vegetables he cut up to add to the browned meat. “WHY DO YOU ASK?”

You took a moment to stir the ingredients together before answering, “I…uhm…want, I mean, I’d like to…discuss, having them? Perhaps. I mean, we don’t have to, it’s not like a make or break situation or anything like that, I just…honestly, I’ve never really thought about having kids, but lately? I just…if you’d want to I think…maybe…I’d think about it more seriously?”

There wasn’t an immediate response, and when you looked over at him, he was staring at you with a rather intense look on his face. You knew better than to just come outright and tell him you wanted to have a child, because well you wanted to but you were also okay not having one, but if Sans heard you say that you wanted one? He’d freak out. Not because he was against it…but because that was unexpected.

Sans didn’t deal with unexpected things.

His entire life was centered around knowing things, and being able to read people. If you randomly brought up the becoming parents without suggesting talking about it first? That would throw him off guard so fast and he would either clam up with a hard ‘no’ or he would get incredibly nervous about the entire scenario.

“YOU WANT CHILDREN?” Sans asked finally, face rather unreadable.

“I want…to talk about that option,” you said carefully, “If you’d like to.”

“I DON’T KNOW IF I WOULD MAKE A GOOD FATHER,” Sans said immediately, turning back to pay attention to prepping the pasta to be stuffed.

“You raised Papyrus,” you reminded him gently, “He turned out okay.”

“THE UNDERGROUND WAS MUCH DIFFERENT…I WAS MUCH DIFFERENT BACK THEN. THERE ARE THINGS I DID THAT I’M NOT PROUD OF, I WILL REMIND YOU, AND PAPYRUS’ VIEW ON ME IS SKEWED BECAUSE HE IDOLIZED THE THINGS I WASN’T PROUD OF…” Sans said, voice firm but you could see the fragility behind the tightening of his smile, and the tenseness of his shoulders. Your heart hurt a bit hearing those words, for him.

You didn’t say the first words that sprung to your mind which were ‘you did what you had to survive and keep your baby brother alive’ because he hated hearing that. As if it justified what he did because he was just doing what everyone else was doing. In his mind, you knew, that nothing justified some of the darker things he did even if other people thought so.

Instead, you reached over and slid your arm around his broad shoulders and pressed a kiss to the side of his skull.

“You want to know how I see you?” you asked gently, nuzzling the side of his face.

His tension eased ever so slightly, “A HANDSOME SKELETON WHO MAKES AMAZING BREAKFAST FOR HIS WIFE IN BED?”

You laughed, “Yes, that, but I also see a skeleton who is great with patterns and numbers, who loves to learn new musical instruments, a great cook, and someone who his brother goes to whenever he needs advice about which laundry soap to use and to get help with his taxes. I see a skeleton who puts his all into his work but doesn’t do it at the sacrifice of missing time with his wife or spending time with his brother. A skeleton who wants everything to be perfect and not because that’s what’s expected of him by anyone else, but that’s what he expects of himself.”

He relaxed ever so slightly against you, “I KEEP TELLING PAPYRUS THE TYPE OF SOAP TO BUY BUT HE FORGETS EVERY TIME.”

“That’s because he just likes to hear you rant about the difference between soaps because he thinks it’s funny,” you remind him with a laugh as you pulled away to take the meat mixture off the stove. “If you don’t want kids, Sans, we don’t have to have them. Like I said it’s not a make or break to our relationship, we can adopt a couple cats instead…but for what it’s worth? I think you’d make a great father because you put your all into everything you do.”

Sans didn’t respond to that at first. The two of you continued to talk about Papyrus, which shifted to talking about Papyrus’ relationship, and then inviting them both over for dinner soon. From there it just took off as it normally did. Evolving from Papyrus to talking about whether or not you should fry up pumpkin seeds when the two of you carved pumpkins for Halloween.

It actually wasn’t until the two of you were getting ready for bed, that he brought it up again.

“I THINK…PERHAPS WE CAN SPEND SOME TIME DISCUSSING IT AND SEE HOW WE FEEL?” Sans said stepping up behind you in your shared closet. You slipped on your night shirt and glanced over your shoulder.

“Discussing what?” you asked dumbly, before picking out some sleep pants.

“CHILDREN.”

“Oh,” you said, eloquently, before turning around to face him, “Of course, yeah...I just wanted to put that idea out there. There’s no rush.”

He paused for a second before reaching forward and plucking the sleep pants from your hand. “OF COURSE…WHILE THE ACTUAL IDEA OF BECOMING PARENTS NEEDS SOME SERIOUS THINKING…I BELIEVE THAT WE CAN STILL ENGAGE IN THE…AHEM, FUN PART OF BECOMING PARENTS. AS THERE IS NO WORRY ABOUT ACCIDENTS.”

He wiggled his brow bones at you, making you laugh and say, “Oh my god, Sans!”

Sans leaned forwards, “That Won’t Be The Last Time You Say That Tonight, My Dear.”

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lmaooo. i’m so late fml aslkjksldk OKAY HI HELLO i’m snow and i’ll be playing the grumpiest grouchiest detective with a case of emotional constipation bc slytherin capricorns amirite. i’ll post the rest of my app below the cut and dive into the intro tag and message y’all for plots <33

* △ — the dark lord has targeted [ THABIT COLTON ] !  the muggles say he holds resemblance to [ XAVIER DOLAN ]. the [ 26 ] year old [ AGENDER ] was [ FOCUSED & AMBITIOUS ] before the war, but has now become [ PARANOID & PESSIMISTIC ]. though they were once a part of [ SLYTHERIN ], they have now taken up the position of a [ DETECTIVE AT THE DEPARTMENT OF MAGICAL LAW ENFORCEMENT, AURORS’ OFFICE, INVESTIGATIONS DIVISION. ]. whispers throughout the ministry claim that the [ HALF-BLOOD ] is actually [ NEUTRAL ], but i wouldn’t report that to the daily prophet. ( snow, 21, gmt+3, she/her. )

HEADCANONS

⁂ name analysis :  

Thabit Colton.

Thabit -- a name that fit him like a bell, like a crown, like a shackle. Fixed, still, unchanging. For someone whose sights are ever set upwards, whose aspirations are always bigger, bigger, bigger, who’s always looking for ways to step up the proverbial ladder and take the prize set atop, Thabit’s stubborn pride and unmoving will have kept him from change. Kept him from moving, from changing, from budging -- he is a prodigy, that is true, a clever mind scarcely seen in this day and age, catching onto meanings and turning variables about and reaching conclusions many would flounder at for hours, but his thick skull and rooted pride have kept him from truly evolving, as a person, despite his many achievements and accomplishments in his field of work.

Colton --  A clearly british name that flows crookedly juxtapositioned with his first: clunky, he feels, when introducing his full name, even now as he’s reached his twenty-seventh year of life. Thabit Colton, half arabian and half british and it feels, to him, as though he is constantly in a battle with identity, as though he is always half something and half not, introducing himself as Colton with the professional air his occupation requires, introducing himself as Thabit when the air is not tense, when he is able to breath long and quiet and not pull his muscles so tautly all the time. Despite this, he is very fond of the culture his mother’s side of the family brings, perhaps more so than he was supposed to be -- the black and white movies she liked to watch so much, the arabian music she played in the background as she relaxed with a glass of wine at the end of a long day, the rice and grape leaves she’d prepared them when they were younger, the trips back to egypt they went on whenever they’d get the chance. it was all a part of him growing up, and he had loved every bit of it. Hesitantly, as though he was stealing sweets from a hidden jar that was not meant for him, but he loved it nonetheless.

⁂ gender and pronouns :

Thabit is agender, though he is yet unaware of this fact. Thus far he/him are the only pronouns he’d considered for himself and it’d be much too long before he would even begin to toy with other options. The concept of ‘gender’ had always been lost on him, like a dark void he can never see beyond but can only speculate at -- he knew the anatomy and the biology of gender, but what that meant for how people “should” act and interact with one another and how it affects the relationships of people had always been a mystery to him. He is frequently irritated by this, as he is always adamant in knowing things, but social constructs and behavior have never set well with him and he had always found it difficult to relate to his binary peers.

⁂ sexuality :

Thabit is demisexual, panromantic. The only times he had ever felt sexual attraction, it was towards someone who he’d developed an emotional attachment to beforehand, and even then his desire for sex had been inconsistent. He is not a particularly romantic individual and has an aversion of intimate relationships of any kind, growing distrustful of affectionate gestures that come from anyone not within his immediate family -- gender is not a factor in how he chooses romantic partners, however.

⁂ blood status :

halfblood. His mother is a muggleborn witch of egyptian heritage, his father is a white british wizard born to a pureblood family. Being a halfblood might’ve been easier on his brother, surrounded as he was with yellows and blacks, but Slytherin provided little room for self acceptance -- Thabit is at once proud of his halfblood status and ashamed of it. He knows his blood has no bearing on his skills and talents and he wastes no opportunity proving this to all those around him. he is rather attached to the culture his mother’s side of the family brings, the tv and the radio and the grounded, solid presence of unmoving photographs. He will not, however, discuss his blood status with anyone, it remaining a sensitive topic he continues to avoid, and will carefully not disclose his parentage to strangers upon their first meeting. or their second. or their third. he’d probably never mention it until you do in all honesty.

⁂ sorting :

Slytherin. This had proven itself to be difficult due to his halfblood status, made more so by his older brother’s placement in hufflepuff, but Thabit’s stubborn pride and relentless ambition would not steer him any other direction -- the Hat’s call did not linger, it’s decision made in mere seconds and leaving the eleven year old reeling upon the stool. he’d prepared so completely to be placed in ravenclaw. It had taken time for him to grow proud of his placement in Slytherin, but the first few weeks have been difficult, to say the least.

⁂ allegiance :

Neutral. Thabit’s views align more alongside the order’s, but his self-preservation and the dangers being an explicit part of this war posed on not only himself, but his family as well, is enough to keep him standing rigidly to the side of the conflict -- despite his line of work throwing him too close to the fire, he still holds fast to the state of neutrality and keeps his co workers at a distance. he is unsure how many of them are a part of this war, and less sure which part they would be on.

⁂ birthdate & zodiac :

December 31st, 1953. Thabit is the least spiritually inclined individual one would find and he will deny this to his dying breath, but the zodiac sign his birth falls under is as accurate as a sign could ever be --- capricorn, sign of the goat. Ambitious, and disciplined, and reserved. Pessimistic, practical, obsessive. These are traits that are so deeply ingrained in him it would be impossible for him to have been born under any other sign.

⁂ occupation :

Detective at the department of Magical Law Enforcement, Aurors’ Office, Investigations Division.

Perhaps there’d been traces of fancy yet to be found in 17-year-old Thabit’s mind, and perhaps the secret wish to be admired and looked up to as more than merely a half-blood Slytherin with a sharp wit and sharp tongue, the secret desire to be liked and to be regarded as something of a heroic figure, is part of what’s led him to where he is now. He’d entered the auror training program at the age of 18, eyes sharp with focus and jaw clenched against rising nerves. He graduated in two years, becoming an official auror at the age of 20, but it wasn’t long into his work on the field before he was moved to the department of investigation, his superior finding his skills better put to use elsewhere.

To say he is hardworking would be a gross understatement -- workaholic, married to the job, obsessed with the success of his career. He puts all his effort and passion into his work and has built his life surrounding it, has gained himself a reputation for being relentless and focused in his pursuits, had thrived on the respect this had garnered him among his colleagues -- he remains an unpleasant individual, however, and while he is respected for his skills and accomplishments he is hardly liked. Not that it matters to him, anyway.

AESTHETIC

Long robes that swing at the ankles; long nights bent over scrolls and books and names; a clever cat padding down in the dark; ink stained fingers; crooked glasses; cups of coffee; a tightrope, a balancing act, a careful way your breath is held; there is no place for you to be something whole; tongue swollen with cruelty and words that only know how to cut; pride is pride is pride is pride -- won’t you ever say you’re sorry? Won’t you see the love there is within you, the love you don’t know how to give? Clever, clever, but there is more to life than you might think.