#i like to imagine they get to live domestically together with some peace after all the shit they went through lol

[vincevenus666]

in the boss’s garden, daydreaming 🐞🔫💕

[demigoddessqueens]

Lucifer SFW

Just some A-Z SFW for the occasional adorkable King of Hell

Here on masterlist 10

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Super affectionate!! Peppers you with kisses and everything

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Chances are Luci would meet you if he’s ever visiting Charlie at the new hotel and sees you as one of the sinners living there

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He’s the cuddle bug master, just holding onto you like glue

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I’d imagine as King of Hell has others for domestic tasks, but he enjoys the domestic life and wants that peace and love with it

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Oh he will NOT be handling breaking up well AT ALL 💔 like we’re talking tears and asking “did I do something wrong?”

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Man’s still wears his wedding ring after a seven years divorce/separation, he makes good on his commitments

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Very gentle and loving, there’s an air of love to his aura around you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Those anaconda squeeze type of hugs and burying his head in your neck/hair.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Oh he wants to say it first so bad, but it all depends on when and how YOU want to say it, and Luci respects that

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Short fuse jealousy! Anyone so much as looks at you if you’re together and they’re getting smoted

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Passionate, deep kisses or quick little pecks

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Has a bit of an awkward charm to him that may be hit or miss with some kids

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are total “let’s just lounge in bed” all day type of thing

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are intimate and sweet, spending time together over a glass of wine

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I’d feel Luci would open up faster to you than you would, part of his loneliness, but he respects your boundaries

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’ll only be “angry” if someone tries to pull anything with you, but has considerable patience with you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Luci can rattle off facts about you like it’s nobody business, just speaking about you adorably and what he loves about you

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first time you said “i love you” to him, he said it first a while back in the early stage

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Given how he is with Charlie, you are also important and incredibly precious to him and wants to protect you

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

You’re getting the full Royal Treatment from him. Gifts, candies, conjured flowers and trinkets and whatnot

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Maybe being a bit overly jealous or possessive of someone

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Well he is in charge of the Ring of Pride so he has to look good, especially if you’re coming over

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

In a way, yes. Lonely and a bit like “do you not like me anymore?”

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

If you’re a cooking type, I’d imagine Luci has a bit of a sweet tooth and loves all your baked goods

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Maybe like an overly nonchalant person or one who doesn’t communicate or open up themselves as he does

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Sleep starts off with cuddles, maybe some spooning, you as the big spoon most of the time

[kyoghurts]

WHO FELL FIRST, WHO FELL HARDER ft. mashle various!

self explanatory title — starring mash, finn, lance, dot, lemon, orter, rayne, kaldo, abel, abyss.

✹ MASH BURNEDEAD

who fell first : you

who fell harder : him

it didn’t take two to furnish a soft spot for mash in the home of your heart where you’re built of little pieces of people you deeply care about, a home with a little bit of everything, full of love in each brand of its own from others who give.

but mash is the first to make you want to give your own love, a brand that you call yours, the one that’s unique and careful and gentle. and who is he to not fall for you? hell, it made him collapse into you more. the moment you said you want that kind of peaceful life with him if life grants you the opportunity, who is he if not the one who’ll do anything to make it happen? thats it. you bagged a sweetheart with a killer streak who’ll treat you right. who’ll be your loving and thoughtful partner for life, even if he has no experience in his bones, his wants shall move him in places towards a home built for two, your pieces and his pieces together in a mismatch of furniture and miscellaneous. who’ll live a domestic dream where you spend your days doing mundane things and learning mundane parts of each other.

✹ FINN AMES

who fell first : him

who fell harder : both of you

ah, the high school sweethearts with shy slips of gazes in class and tender chase of each other's fingers in private little pockets of the universe. he fell in love with your caring personality, and he fell even more with the way you fell for him. he didn’t think it’d be possible, but every day, his love grows, and your radiance (who brightens even the most dimly lit person, like his brother, as he introduces you to rayne as confident as he can get.) is the cause of it. you're both each other's sun, orbiting until you’re inseparable.

✹ LANCE CROWN

who fell first : him

who fell harder : you

CONTRARY TO POPULAR BELIEF, and if we're not speaking in canon—which i'm 98% sure he'll never have eyes to anyone as he's committed to his goals with his whole life, to the point he's considered (and is) a siscon—but if you manage to land on the 2% which can be a talent, then, congrats! it's automatic that he'd fall for you first, there's something about you that makes you so special, like his sister, but not entirely a form of figure that he idolizes or worship. with time, he sees you in a way that's real, different from the version he constructs in his head. you’re full of flaws and so human, that he didn't imagine himself wanting to take care of you but also see you stand in your light, to bask in your human warmth and win your heart.

once you unravel the six layers of boundaries beneath him, again, it's a talent of sorts that you must've had since you were born, it feels like you're starting to understand him��among many weird traits, you know he has a good heart, a very strong one that he carries by himself, and slowly but surely, you want to hold it with him together. just as he gradually do with yours.

✹ DOT BARRETT

who fell first : him

who fell harder : him

the most loyal to lemon, ever falling for you instead? outrageous, but listen: similarly to lance, i think he's never felt real with anyone other than you. there's so many things in life he hasn't experienced yet, but the lines in his palm are full of firsts, with you, he realizes a lot about himself because of you, and he doesn't regret wanting you. truly, he knows there's a lot to learn, he may do some rash decisions and profess his love but he won't say it, he wants to cherish you even if he'll end up with nothing. he's all for it. he's all for you.

✹ LEMON IRVINE

who fell first : you

who fell harder : you (and eventually, she does too.)

breaking the canon once again. i won't say it's impossible, but i won't say it's easy either. simple, sure, you love her bubbly and affable disposition, she takes you in with grace, but what comes after knowing she's dead set on mash? you'll follow the hopeless romantic lane! and the more you hear her ramble about her love and how she has her moments of fearlessness and courage because of him, who are you to take that away from her?

but things can get a little complicated once she starts missing your presence when you purposely tried to avoid her, to distance yourself physically, though your heart still reaches for her in a yearning ache. when her eyes seemed to drift off to yours more frequently than mash, something in you is cruel enough to take the chance. something in you wells with craving happiness you've been holding back for so long. greedy, you almost didn't recognise yourself, but little did you know that she's going through the same thing. albeit more obliviously.

✹ ORTER MADL

who fell first : him

who fell harder : you (or both, not that he’d admit it)

you're so high up your arse that he can't stand you. but you tell him the same thing as if it hasn’t drilled into his brain yet, you treat him like a child in his emo phase and he treats you like a nagging old person thinking they know everything there is to exist. but what should have he expected from you when you’re both assigned to a mission that he’s certain he can carry himself? definitely not him commending your strength afterwards. and even as far as to check up on your accidental wounds because of his teeny tiny carelessness (because he was in awe, actually, just by a glimpse. how you took charge of the situation, how you didn’t let a second slip past your fingers, taking the slits of skin instead as the criminal went for him. how you protected his back throughout the entire time), he feels a slight pang of guilt in his chest, though perhaps that's not the sole reason he wanted to see you.

it didn’t felt right anymore when you’re not there, or when you remain quiet despite his usual taunts or off-handed remarks, the ones that always catch your attention the most. after what happened, he seemed to feel uneasy with your silence, so when he learned that his strategy isn’t working any longer, he pulls a chair across where you sit in the common room and demands you to talk to him. about what? about anything, about you, about that drink/tea you’re savouring in your hands, about what’s going on in that little head of yours.

you liked this side of him, so every night when given the opportunity, you both exchange something about yourselves for the sake of releasing inexplicable tension sitting uncomfortably between you, orter being the selfish one as he dodges certain question that touches a bit too personal for him. but that made you all the more closer to him, continuously asking and staying curious to your feet.

eventually, he starts sitting beside you, your voice trickling so soft in his ears that altered some sort of his brain chemistry, melting his senses until he’s too drunk in your presence to pull himself back as he confess to you. when you smile, all teeth and teasing, he thinks he’s too far gone to even regret any of this. he doesn’t regret falling for you. (and even more when you say the feeling’s mutual. though he’d rather die soon than admit it to you.)

✹ RAYNE AMES

who fell first : you

who fell harder : him

the man you so love since your first year in this academy, but you love him more as your friend, you love the simplicity of platonic affection. you ignore your longing to be his, pushed at the ends of the belly of emotions. but it comes up springing back when he did achieve his dreams to be one of the DVs. when you congratulate him, told him how you’re proud, that you missed him and his bunnies that he, on certain occasions, allows you to take care of them. it feels like you’re repeating your days back to square one, that you’re falling in love again like the first few moments you’ve spent with him. like there’s a beginning but no end to the story, circling back around tiptoeing into love’s intricate game.

and rayne, thing is, he doesn’t know what to make of you. so he tried to build some distance between you in hopes of letting the hammering feeling in his chest subside, like it’s killing him; but when you do show up at his doorstep, sweet words on your tongue, he wonders if it’s alright to admire you; whole and unnerving to even think about. but he does. and then he asks you how you’ve been during the time he was busy, how he’s lost in his thoughts as he commits you to memory, his hands tracing up your arm and finds itself cupping your jaw, fingers curling to the shape of your neck as you lose your voice. unable to speak.

he kisses you tenderly and he thinks it’s not his beating heart’s the one responsible for killing him, but rather the distance that he stupidly created because of his wrong assumptions. stupid rayne, he’s head over heels and no one is ever going to catch him if its not you.

✹ KALDO GEHENNA

who fell first : you

who fell harder : him (really? thats unlikely. he argues, the blush warming the tips of his ears takes it away though.)

you can’t really find yourself treating him seriously outside of your work, especially with his tendencies to offer you strange foods in awful levels of sugar, almost killed you at one point. it’s silly of him, and some part of you is pulled by this. it makes him more weirdly interesting than just the looks; though you’re not one to lie, that face of his is really kissable to you.

he trusts you, like, a lot. there’s more to you than simply being the devil of cunning (you two are on par with the title, but he feels as if you deserve it more). he gave you ample amount of times and opportunity to backstab and ruin him, you have the sort of reputation for doing these things, and you would’ve done it by now but you didn’t. something about that moves him in some way, maybe he’s special? maybe you like him? the thought could make him go crazy, as if your eyes on him doesn’t drive him enough. and oh, who keeps pestering you now when you’re supposed to be discussing your next agenda together, you’re never late. is he jealous? perhaps so, and when you burst into the door and explain that you had to take care of some unexpected business along the way, his throat is burning to ask you who’s bothering you. he’ll take care of it himself. no more excuses afterwards. just you and your eyes on him alone.

✹ ABEL WALKER

who fell first : him (secretly, also you.)

who fell harder : both of you.

he first felt it when you gave him a box of chocolates when he said something about having cravings, then the times you’ve offered to eat together and the times he accepted. when you brought him a soothing rub when he says he’s having headaches these days. it’s gradual, and almost sacred to look back on. but he loves it, when you said you want to do things for him without reason, there’s nothing to prove that you’re lying. your honesty is his weakness, your thoughtfulness is his medicine, and your kindness is his lost language he’s trying to find again, for you.

he offers dinner with you, and speaks of wanting this forever. wanting you, for as long as he’s able to, for as long as you want to.

you gift him a tear of happiness, cheeks damp and glowing under the amber light of the restaurant, he thinks you’re beautiful, he tells you this. and you smile like nothing else matters and my god he’ll do anything. he’ll do the things the same way you have; without conditions and expectations. without reasons that can translate the weight of his love, it will be experienced like an unwritten poetry but have spoken through your heart.

✹ ABYSS RAZOR

who fell first : you

who fell harder : him

early blue dawn is poured and soaked in the outlines of abyss’s figure with golden blaze and gleaming eyes and his hair is messy, still tangled with sleep. you watched the sunrise with him because days ago he told you he never saw one in his life before, and you stayed true to your words that you’d find a way to sneak outside school grounds and carve a spot for the view. it’s pretty, he realises, but is he talking about the sun, or about you? as he drifts to your peaceful expression, eyes still heavy ridden of sleep?

you turn to look up at him, cold wind engulfing you in its embrace, it does little to settle the warmth kindling within you. you like him enough to let your tomorrows decide with abyss always in mind. at first, you thought it’s just you being a good friend, but later on you’re starting to enjoy his presence so much that you’d rather have your time spent doing nothings and everythings with him, rather than deny the desire that you know you’ll regret holding back.

he would’ve flicker his gaze away if not for the fact that you tell him it’s okay. he hears this affirmation everyday until it starts to knock his unconscious wherever he goes, whatever he does. it’s okay to feel sad, its okay if you don’t want to, it’s okay to be with me- then now, he sees you smile and tell him i hope you’re okay with me, as if he already isn’t with you. he gets a little misty, and he thinks he’s fallen for you completely. he whispers, i want to be okay for you, too.

taglist. @seneon @caelivir @dr-felitas @luvmequmi

it got longer & sappier in the end 🫠 ajhsjkhsjh

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[redzie02]

Jongho is starving for your touch and demands your attention

jongho drabble. previous jongho fic

warnings: none/ jongho is baby bear af/ clingy jongho propaganda/ domestic vibes masterlist

Imagine, you got home a few hours ago. The first thing you did was rid yourself of your work clothes in exchange for comfier ones. A loose fitting tee- that you stole from your boyfriend- and some shorts.

The dishes that were left in the sink after breakfast that morning were quickly washed. Floors swept, tables wiped down. Everything was clean and you were free. Free to do what, exactly? Nothing.

Throwing your body onto the couch, you let out a breath, covering your legs with the plush blanket that was gifted to you many years ago.

You scroll through your texts, replying to any you might've missed while cleaning. You spot a few from Jongho.

2:30 pm jongie♡: i miss you. i wanna go home

2:31 pm jongie♡: hongjoong extended practice :(

2:40 pm jongie♡: helloooooo

2:45 pm jongie♡: hello :(

2:49 pm jongie♡: we leave at 3, u better answer me then :(

It was now 2:59 pm. Your lips tugged downward as you read the messages- you shouldn't have silenced your notifications. Idiot mistake. You were about to type until you saw three little dots appear on the screen. You waited for his text.

3 pm jongie♡: heading home now! ...are u there

You replied.

my y/n: yes! sorry i didnt see your texts earlier, bear :(

jongie♡: did you die

my y/n: no lol i was cleaning. are u tired? hungry?

jongie♡: tired, yes

jongie♡: hungry, not yet. had some snacks :) got u a croissant

my y/n: UGH I LOVE YOU <3 see u when u get here jongie

jongie♡: u only love me cuz i bring u food :(

my y/n: yes :) now hurry

You scrolled through various apps, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of your dimly lit apartment while you waited for Jongho.

It only took 15 minutes before three quick taps from the door interrupted your scrolling. You opened the door only to be engulfed by a pair of strong arms. You beamed into Jongho's chest. "Hi bear."

Still clutching you in his arms, he walked you backward into the apartment, kicking the door closed with his foot. With his head buried into your neck, he inhaled. "Mmm, you smell so good. Why do you always smell so good?"

"Maybe it's cause I steal your body wash." He chuckled. "You, however, smell like you've been dancing for eight hours."

Jongho lifted his head with disbelief written all over his face. "You can forget about the croissant."

"Wait! What I meant to say was that you should get comfortable and you know, put on some fresh clothes and we can relax together while I eat the croissant my amazing, beautiful boyfriend bought me." You fluttered your eyelashes at him. He had a soft spot for you and you knew that. He almost never says no to you.

Jongho sighed and let go of you to reach into his messenger bag. He feigned reluctance as he passed you the brown paper bag containing the freshly baked croissant. "Here. I'll be back."

"Thank you, baby," you pulled him in for a soft kiss, pressing your lips onto his warm ones. His shoulders relaxed under your touch- tension he didn't even realize he held. He almost whimpered at the feeling, sighing into your mouth. He really did miss you. Jongho just about crumbled when you pulled away, heading back to the couch. "I'll be here."

He groaned but trudged himself to your shared bedroom anyway, grabbing clean clothes, and hopping into the shower soon after.

It was the quickest he had ever showered, not wanting to waste any more time without you in his arms. Yet when he returned to the living room, you had barely even glanced his way. You didn't even comment on his wet hair that you liked so much because you thought it was cute.

Jongho was disappointed, to say the least. Sure, you were here, but all your attention had been taken up by your stupid screen. Oh, how he envied the little device in your hand.

With an audible exhale, he lifted your legs, placed them over his lap, then plopped down on the couch. Your croissant was nowhere to be seen, devoured in a matter of seconds, he assumed. Besides the few tiktoks you had showed him, he sat there, staring at the ceiling. His fingers danced up and down your legs. He massaged your calf. His hands snuck their way up to knead at your soft thighs. He even tickled your foot, but nothing seemed to avert your eyes from your phone.

Jongho puffed his cheeks and blew the air out, bored and frustrated out of his mind. All he wanted was you. All he could think about was being wrapped in your embrace, feeling your body heat mixing with his. It made his skin itch with need.

He sat up suddenly. "Do you hear that?"

You locked your phone, listening for anything that may have been out of the ordinary. "What?" You sat up, a little frightened. "I don’t hear anything."

"Exactly. When was the last time we were alone like this? We have the rest of today and tomorrow to ourselves."

"Jongho, you scared me! I thought someone was breaking in or something," you clutched your chest whilst Jongho laughed at your melodrama. You attempted to poke his sides with your foot, but he caught your ankle. "Not funny," you whined. "What do you wanna do?"

"I’m not sure. What are you up for?" Satisfied he caught your attention, he brought your leg up, placing a gentle kiss on your ankle.

"Welp, as of right now? Absolutely nothing." You stretched and let out an ahh and shifted your gaze back to your phone.

Jongho frowned and leaned forward, snatching your phone and stuffing it between the cushions.

“Hey!”

"It’s just me and you and all you wanna do is use your phone! What about me?" His bottom lip jutted out further than before and his eyes were round and shiny.

You would take a picture if your phone wasn’t being squished in the couch.

You held your arms out for him. "Come here."

He tossed one of your legs over his side and settled himself between them, his head now resting on your shoulder. His damp hair lightly grazed your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You threaded your fingers through his dark locks.

"I miss you," he softly spoke.

"I'm right here, baby. I'm sorry I wasn't giving you my attention."

"It's okay, I know- just...hold me." And you did. You wrapped your legs around him and held him as tightly as you could to your body. Tender kisses were placed on his forehead. Your hands refused to settle as they roamed his arms, his back, his face. You felt Jongho's breathing slow down, letting you know that he was falling asleep. You remembered he hadn't eaten dinner, so you gently tapped him a few times.

"Jongho, don't fall asleep, I have to make you dinner."

"No, don't let go. This feels too good." He only snuggled his face deeper between your neck and shoulder, squishing his lips against your skin.

"You have to eat, bear. You've only had what? Breakfast and snacks all day? After hours of practicing the choreos? I love you and I won't let you starve."

"I'd rather starve then let go. I've needed this all day." His words vibrated against your skin, hardly coherent, but you understood nonetheless.

"It'll be quick, I promise, yeah? How does pasta sound?"

He hummed and nodded, slowly getting up. Exhaustion had etched itself onto his face and it made your heart cry out. Before heading towards the kitchen, you leaned down and peppered kisses all over his face. Usually he'd protest at the affection, but he closed his eyes, a small smile forming on his lips. "Just ten minutes, okay?"

a/n: i honestly didnt know where to go with this, i just kept writing lol. reader was hauling ass trying to get that pasta ready btw

[darylsdelts]

Hi! Could you write a Daryl x f.reader hc in the mornings? I feel like slow mornings would be Daryl's favorite time of day, just enjoying his partner without having to think about the day ahead..

P.S: how did you not start writing sooner?? I love how your pretty brain brings our delusions to life lol

I’m gonna do the smaller request’s first so that they don’t pile up because having loads of requests makes me anxious😭 idk why but I’m getting to em all!

Anon!!! I love this so much! I love domestic daddy Daryl so much like yes! Idc what anyone says, he’s sooooo husband! And alsooooo… TYSM! I’m not really a writer😭 I didn’t intend to actually write on here but people started sending full on essays for me to write so why not. I did write some stuff on Wattpad though that I could post here??? If y’all want??? Anywayyyyyssss ily!

I always imagine these sorta things with you and Daryl in a secluded cabin, away from the community. You’re still part of the group but you and Daryl prefer to be alone together.

Living away from the community, Daryl is like a different person, he’s way more relaxed and less on guard. Less irritated by people too.

The sunlight seeps through the cracks in the curtains in the early mornings.

Daryl usually wakes up first but if he doesn’t then you shift closer, resting your chin on his bare chest and admiring his sleeping face.

His hair framing his relaxed face, he looks younger when he’s sleeping, your favourite part is how his rounded nose twitches when he starts to wake up.

As soon as he opens his eyes, you feel his chest vibrate as he hums, bringing his hand up to push a strand of hair behind your ear.

“What’d I tell ya ‘bout starin’, Hm?”

His lips twitch upward, he fucking loves the mornings when it’s so peaceful and it’s just him and you, like the world doesn’t really exist.

“I think you told me to quit it”

He chuckles, rubbing his thumb across your forehead.

Daryl thinks you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, especially when your hair is messy from sleep and you’re in barely any clothes.

There’s no doubt that every morning, his mind drifts to thinking about staying in bed with you all day, worshipping your body and making you feel good.

And that fantasy is almost always thrown out the window when the both of you hear paws enter the room, dog jumping up on the bed, licking at Daryls face.

“Dog! Jesus chri-… yeah, okay okay, good boy”

After getting out of bed, Daryl pulling on just his jeans that sit low on his waist and you in a thin night dress, you both go to the kitchen area.

Daryl feeds dog so he stops whining and then he’ll cook up something he hunted and serve it to you.

You’re greatful for your hunterman, taking such good care of you.

Even after being together all these years, Daryl still gets shy, sitting opposite you whilst eating, barely able to make eye contact.

Some mornings, if it was hot enough, you’d go swim in the lake with dog whilst Daryl would watch over the both of you. He’s not greatly fond of swimming in the lake since he wouldn’t be able to protect you as well as he could from the side.

“Can we go to the lake?” You ask as Daryl takes your plates.

“Ya wanna? Ain’t so hot out today, darlin’”

“I wanna”

He’d roll his eyes, he could never say no to you.

He’d sit on the bank next to the lake, watching you in just your panties and bra, swimming around in the water with dog.

After you get out you’d complain that it’s too cold and he’d bite his tongue, he did tell you so.

He’d wrap you in a towel and leave you shivering whilst he towels dog off.

“Shouldn’ta let ya go in the damn water, yer gon’ get sick”

You’d pout as you shiver, Daryl wraps his arms round you, kissing the top of your hair.

“Let’s get ya inside, warm my girl up”

You have a feeling you know what he means.

This isn’t even really hc’s 😭 full on story I’m sorry but I always get so carried away.

[asbeel]

My take on Michael and Adam's relationship

Sure destiel may be the main tragedy of supernatural

BUT DONT YOU EVER FORGET THE TRUE TRAGEDY OF MIDAM

Imagine spending over a thousand years with the same person in one confined place. I don't think it has to be said how long of a time that is. Adam and Michael developed mutual respect as equals and also fell in love (confirmed by our lovely #1 midam shipper, Jake Abel, because fuck CW), they are quite literally each other's world.

After escaping the cage, the two of them probably found a peaceful life away from otherworldly drama and lived in domestic bliss. Again, they are together all times of the day for a thousand years!

Adam changed Michael like how Dean changed Castiel. Michael learned the true nature of humanity, the ups and downs, via the eyes of Adam. In season 5, Michael was more than willing to kill off half the human population because that's what he believed to be right and to be God's will. After his time in the cage with Adam, he doesn't kill what is arguably an unimportant amount of people after they witness him smiting Eve. This is definitely not God's will, considering Chuck HAS killed off the same amount of people for less.

On top of that, Adam is able to convince Michael that his father, God, isn't as great as he originally believed. This shows how much Michael had grown in the cage as a person, willing to hear out a human regarding his father's righteousness. It also demonstrates just how much respect Michael has for Adam, because there is no other human in the world who could diss God in front of his most loyal follower. One could argue that the only reason why Michael agreed to help the Winchesters is because of Adam, for Adam.

So when Adam suddenly gets killed by Chuck, Michael is alone for the first time in over a thousand years. Adam, an essential part of Michael's life, gave Michael a new meaning to life, away from heaven. Loneliness like could drive anyone mad, and it's jarring to lose someone like that so suddenly.

As much as I think the canon reason for why Michael betrayed the Winchesters is utter fucking bullshit and definitely a cheap escape the writers didn't think much about, I wouldn't lie if I said it kinda fits. Adam may have changed Michael, but development isn't a straight path uphill, and grief makes people do a lot of things. Adam's death leads Michael to become lost without purpose so much so that he returns to God for a new purpose, to be "God's favourite son" again. Michael is desperate to never be alone again, and God is all powerful, so it isn't far-fetched to assume he had lost hope to get Adam back and resorted to the next best thing, Chuck (if you can't beat em, join em ahh)

Ngl sometimes I think about midam and become sad

Anyways I wanna see some discussions

[obeymematches]

My friend’s been starving for Simeon content ever since I introduced them to OM! (which was yesterday) so can we get some random Simeon HCs? Ty

he been on my mind lately-

🩵 Random Simeon HCs 🩵

Domestic stuff:

I just know he is the fastest at changing the bedsheets manually, without using any spell. He got used to this, living with Luke; being in a clean environment is high on his priority list. Moreover kids tend to pee in their bed sometimes, in that period you get real fast at changing sheets and doing the laundry.

However he does like a good spell to help with domestic stuff, like doing the dishes. Though... I don't think he uses these often, only when he is seriously tired.

He prefers tea with coffeine instead of coffee. Has a very elegant, impressive teapot and likes to try various types of tea; you are always welcome to join him! Tries to have a limit on coffeine though, his self control is extraordinary regarding things like this.

Although he is not the self-care advocate of the bunch he does like having time for himself; he does like to smell nice but not too much perfume; he does like dressing well. Bet he is the cleanest guy after Asmo.

He is very knowledgeable on a very board spectrum; he likes to learn about ideas, structures, functions. He also knows a lot about stuff he doesn't really care about but had to update his knowledge because of Luke. You can ask him anything basically, the man is a walking Wikipedia.

Though! In case you find a topic he is not much familiar with, he is not too proud to admit he has absolutely zero idea about the answer. It makes him so loveable ahhhhhhh

Can't learn to drive a car to save his life though.

Dating stuff:

Listen I just know he is not as punctual as he wishes he was. I mean 15-20 mins of running late is normal when you date him. He is always apologizing because of this, but he does his best to get there ASAP.

He is the kind of guy to text you WITHIN 3 hours after your first date, whether or not he enjoyed it; he is going to tell you why he doesn't think you are going to work out if he believes so and you can't change his mind if he didn't enjoy the time spent together. On the other hand if he did like you he is also going to let you know; he starts flirting even more, gets more bold but doesn't cross any boundary!

He could get so obsessed over you; talks nicely about you to everyone, thinks of topics he would like to discuss with you..... imagine him sitting at the window, daydreaming of you as he plans your next activity together, his mug letting off steam, his hand holding his head. He already had peace; it is dull without you though.

Also imagine a dim lit room, you laying under the bedcover, him joining you with an adorable smile and a book in his hand. 🥹 He is there to read next to you when all is calm and it's just you.

Another scenario to think about is going on roadtrips with him and Luke! You must be the driver though.

Alsooo I think he would appreciate funky gifts??? Like buy him that strange shaped mug! Get him socks with ducks on it!! There are those mittens that are shaped as crab "hands".... yeah he would have a good laugh, appreciate it and use them. 😌

[alisonwritesimagines]

Domestic Life ~Simon "Ghost" Riley Imagine~

Summary: Simon "Ghost" Riley gets a taste of the domestic life with you.

Author’s Note: I hope that they make a Modern Warfare 3 soon. I need more Ghost content. Reader's code name is Lucky by the way and American.

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: mentions of sexual references, some dirty talk,

Part One

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After your family reunion, Simon had admitted to you that he wanted a domestic future with you. Of course, you said yes and had eloped with your immediate family and your team members as witnesses. Nothing too big but enough to satisfy your parents and yourselves. So once you two were married, you both had gone to trying for a baby. 

No one said that trying for a baby would be either easy or hard. They just said that making the baby was the fun part. However, it felt like eternity before you finally became pregnant with your first child. As much as you and Simon were happy, this meant that you couldn’t go on missions anymore. Luckily, Laswell had a job for you behind a desk so you were still working until you went on maternity leave. 

Then came when you gave birth to a boy. After hours of long, suffering pushing, you gave birth to your first child.

“How are ya feelin?” Soap asked you as you lied in the hospital bed.

“Tired and hungry,” you smiled up at him.

“What’s his name?” Gaz asked.

“Finn Thomas Riley,” Simon told him.

“It just sounded nice with Finn Riley and Thomas after Simon’s brother,” you explained.

“It sounds great,” Soap smiled. 

-

Simon had gone on maternity leave as well a week before Finn’s expected due date. Both you and Simon had been giving Finn your undivided attention as you both were able to live in a peaceful bliss together. 

You lied in bed with Finn on Simon’s chest. You stared at your son, still amazed and in disbelief that you have a son with Simon. After coming home from the hospital, almost everyone you knew wanted to come over to see the baby. Now, it was just you three alone.

“He’s so small compared to you,” you tell Simon as you never took your eyes off of your son.

“Hope he gets your good looks,” Simon said, stroking your hair a little.

“I hope he gets your tough skin.”

Simon hummed in agreement. You smiled up at your husband before leaning up to give him a quick kiss.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

-

After Finn was born, Simon left the mask off when it came to him. He would take the mask off around you but whenever out in public, he had the mask on. But he didn’t want Finn to see that side of him. It was different. 

“Who’s ready for the park?” You sung as you picked up Finn. Finn smiled as he stared at you. 

As much as you wanted to protect your son from the germs and bacteria lurking around the outside world, you felt pretty stuffy in the house and decided to go to the park for once.

“I got his bag and the food,” Simon said as he walked over to you both.

“Do you have the picnic blanket?” You asked.

“Yes.”

“And his blanket in case he gets cold?” 

“I have it all. We’re okay,” Simon assured you before kissing your head.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

The park was luckily empty. Simon placed the picnic blanket under a shaded tree before the three of you sat down on it. 

“Smile, Finn,” you say as you took a picture of your son in your arms.

“This is nice,” you tell Simon.

“Just glad no one is here,” Simon said as he glanced around.

“Simon, relax. We did background checks on the place remember? Plus we’re in a gated community,” you assured your husband.

“Sorry, love. Bad habit,” Simon tells you.

“Plus, mom’s get superpowers when it comes to her children in danger so don’t worry. I’ll become like Scarlet Witch when it comes to Finn and any other children we may have,” you say happily.

“Seeing how you are in the field, I’d pity the person who would try to hurt Finn in front of you.”

"I'd pity the person because they would have to go through us."

-

Of course, the team couldn’t resist coming over to see Finn when they had some spare time. 

“He looks more like you, Lucks,” Gaz told you as he stared at Finn who was in Price’s arms.

“Better have her smarts too,” Simon mentioned as he handed you water.

“I’m sure he will. Don’t want anything from you?” Price asked Simon.

“Already got my last name. Good enough for me,” Simon shrugged.

“I’m hoping he gets his father’s tough skin,” you tell Price.

“If he wants, I can always teach him a thing or two when he’s older,” Soap offered.

“He’s already got Lucky and Ghost as parents. I’m sure the kid is set,” Gaz told Soap.

"Yeah but I can teach him a thing or two still. Right, Lucky?" Soap asked you.

"Of course. Who else will teach our half British baby Scottish gibberish?" You joked.

-

“What do you think of having a girl?” Simon asked one night. He leaned against the doorframe as he looked over at you.

“I think having a girl would be nice. But it’s not really up to me since I have no control over that part,” you tell him. You sat in bed, watching a show that wasn’t Bluey, as Simon had just put Finn to bed. 

“Isn’t it pass the six week mark?” Simon asked you. You looked up at your husband with a raised eyebrow.

“I don’t know about you, but I’d like to let my body heal a little more,” you tell him. You watched as he walked over to the bed and lied down next to you. 

“I’ll be gentle.”

“Mhm. You will wait until I am ready,” you warned.

“Come on, love. You don’t miss my cock pounding into you?” Simon teased as he rubbed your blanket covered thigh.

“You’re not the one pushing a giant baby out of your vagina so you will wait,” you tell Simon before moving his hand away from you.

“Fine. But when you’re ready, I’ll make it worth your while,” Simon teased.

"I'm counting on it."

-

The last day of leave was something Simon dreaded. He didn’t want to leave you and Finn but he knew that someone had to pay the bills. Especially after Simon told you to retire so you both didn’t have to leave Finn. Simon wanted to make sure that if Finn was left with a parent, it would be you. 

“Say bye to daddy, Finn,” you tell your son as Simon held onto him.

Simon didn't want to let go of his son. He didn't even want to leave you. But he knew that in a few more years, he can retire and finally spend time with you and hopefully a bigger family.

“I promise I’ll come back as soon as I can. You have the security codes?” Simon asked you.

“Simon, I’m the one who installed them and created them,” you reminded.

“Right. Maybe we should talk about getting a dog.”

“Bad idea. I’d end up making him my other baby,” you joked.

“I’ll come back as soon as I can,” Simon told you.

“Just be careful. Please.”

“I will. I love you.”

“I love you too. And when you come back, maybe we can work on making baby number two?” You offered. Simon smiled before giving you one last passionate kiss

“I love that idea,” Simon smiled at you.

Bonus:

Two months was too long for both you and Simon. The day Simon came back, he couldn’t believe how big Finn had gotten. He spent the day with his son until your parents came over for dinner.

Once dinner had ended, Simon watched confused as your parents took Finn and his bag with them.

“We’ll see you two on Sunday,” your dad smiled. 

“Thanks for watching Finn,” you tell the two.

“You could always just leave him with us until he’s ten,” your mom joked.

“Just until Sunday,” you reminded her.

“I know. I know.”

Once you and Simon kissed Finn’s cheeks, you closed the door behind your parents. You looked up at Simon before pulling him into a kiss. Your back was pressed against the door as you kissed your husband like you used to do when you both first started dating.

“Now that they’re gone and we have the whole house to ourselves, I expect you to stuff me so full that I become pregnant again and I’m leaking of your cum,” you tell Simon, looking up at him with lustful eyes.

“Don’t need to tell me twice love,” Simon said before quickly picking you up. “Might just have to take you right here. Feel like I can't wait."

“Baby, you got two days of just us alone. Better make the most of it.”

“I intend to.”

[annoyinglyhardsong]

Codywan Week 2024: Day 8 Five Year Anniversary

Author Note: We have reached the end of Codywan Week this year! Thank you @codywanweek for putting on such an amazing event. This is the first time I've participated in something like this and it has been so amazing getting to see all of the amazing things you guys have created and sharing the things I've been able to create with all of you. Here's my day 8 prompt fill I just really wanted to write something cute and cozy of Obi-Wan and Cody just enjoying some peace together after the war in the fix-it au that these boys live in. (Sorry I love them both too much to let them suffer through all the angst that they go through.) As always likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome! Divider by @saradika-graphics, if you are looking for any cute graphics or dividers they have tons of amazing ones!

Tags/Warnings: SFW, cozy Codywan, sweet, kisses, a little bit of that's not how the Force works but go with it for me, slightly force sensitive Cody, soft Obi-Wan, anniversary celebrations, cozy morning meditations

The war had been over for three years, and after the chaos of cleanup and reparations and peace talks had finally been settled it had been three years of almost domestic tranquility for Obi-Wan. 

The Jedi had worked with the clones and the senators they knew would support them to get multiple bills passed that recognized them as sentient beings and therefore deserving of all of the same rights as every other human in the galaxy. Like pay, the ability to vote, to get married, the list was almost endless.

 The Jedi had also offered up the option to the clones to apply for transfers to continue their work alongside their Jedi in the temple. After all the Jedi that had been lost in the war they needed all of the help they could get, but more than that after years working alongside each other during the war many of the generals and their troopers were anxious to keep working together in any capacity and seeing as how integrated the two had already become it wasn’t much of a stretch to apply their current working arrangements to times of peace instead of war. 

Cody had almost immediately jumped on the opportunity to transfer to the temple and continue working with Obi-Wan. Personal relationship aside the two worked well together and couldn’t imagine not at this point. They were two halves of the same coin, what one didn’t think of the other probably did. 

Today was an average day in the temple. Nothing extremely pressing to deal with that day, just a few meetings. Obi-Wan had woken early that morning and was settled comfortably in front of the window in the main portion of his quarters, sinking deep into meditation. 

During the war the force had been so turbulent and he and some of the other masters had been able to feel it growing weaker and more distant. But now that the Sith Lord, Chancellor Palpatine, and his minions had been dealt with, the Force had come back stronger than ever. Things felt right in the galaxy again. 

Eventually he felt a familiar force signature flare nearby. Rousing from a deep reddish orange, to something brighter like the colors of the sunrise, bringing a small smile to his face. Cody was awake then. Obi-Wan reached out towards his partner through their budding force bond, he had always suspected Cody may be just a little Force sensitive and this was all but confirming it, and sent a small nudge of greeting towards the other before entwining his own force signature with his partners’. 

Cody’s force signature had always been strong. A light in the dark, and a shelter from storms when racing thoughts and self-doubt wanted to consume him. It was warm, inviting, and steady just like Cody. This early in the morning he couldn’t help but be drawn to that warmth, like a moth to the flame, and just observed Cody going about his morning routine. 

Using Cody’s force signature as an anchor, Obi-Wan was able to fully relax into his meditation letting the force swirl around him in a familiar manner, always keeping Cody’s wearabouts in the back of his mind as he padded between the bedroom and the main living quarters finishing the task of getting ready for the day. 

Eventually the warmth that was Cody settled next to him, placing a warm cup of tea near him, drawing him out of his meditation finally. 

“Good morning my dear,” he said, opening his eyes to give Cody a warm smile before picking up his tea and taking a careful sip, relishing in the warmth the beverage provided against the chill of the morning. 

“Good morning,” Cody replied softly, shuffling a little closer to Obi-Wan to gently lean his head on the other man’s shoulder, Obi-Wan bringing an arm up to wrap around Cody. A familiar embrace as they watched the sun crest over the horizon on Coruscant. Sunlight slowly reaching across the land to glint off of buildings and vehicles. 

They had spent many mornings like this, and had seen far more beautiful sunrises on planets far across the galaxy. But this one felt a little more special. Today marked 5 years since he and Cody had started dating. 5 years since Cody had officially asked him to be his cyare. And Obi-Wan had never been happier. 

Being with Cody was as effortless as breathing. That’s not to say that they didn’t disagree on occasion or butt heads over matters, but with some time to think and cool down they were usually able to resolve things quickly and come to some kind of agreement. But day to day life was seamless. They had gotten along well professionally and the transition to forming a relationship in their personal lives just made sense to them. He was the other half to Obi-Wan’s soul, and he would forever be grateful that they had met. “My dear, do you know what day it is?” Obi-Wan asked quietly, still watching the sunrise over Coruscant. 

Cody gave a thoughtful hum. “No?”

“Happy Anniversary love,” Obi-Wan murmured into Cody’s hair pressing a kiss into the curls. 

“Is it really? Already? It feels like we just celebrated our anniversary. Happy Anniversary!” Cody responded, panicking for a second before settling. 

“That it does, my love.” Obi-Wan replied with a smile and a small chuckle. Turning more serious he said, “Thank you for the most wonderful last 5 years. You have made my life truly magnificent, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of it with you.” He finished, cheek coming off of where it was resting on Cody’s head to meet his eyes. “I love you Cody, till the ends of the galaxy.”

“I love you too Obi, to the ends of the galaxy and beyond,” Cody responded, hand coming up to cup Obi-Wan’s cheek before pressing a kiss to Obi-Wan’s lips.

[kortsitron]

Domestic life with Niran

✮ PARING Niran Pruksamanee × Gender Neutral! Reader

✮ WARNINGS/TAGS  fluff, established relationship, overwatch agent! reader, anxiety (just a bit), suggestive moments but no smut, domestic headcanons

✮ SUMMARY You and Niran leave Overwatch to live together

✮ A/N This was in my mind because yes, no explanation needed, lifeweaver lives understand me and that's all I need. Whoever decides to read it, enjoy! 🩷

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❁ Working for Overwatch was not a peaceful job by any means, neither for you or your partner. It was really stressing for both parties, especially when you were the one who was going to the mission more often than Niran, which resulted in him being worried that you might not come back

❁ And this repeating made Niran realize that maybe something should change. And after a lot of thinking he came to you to talk about it. The it being leaving Overwatch behind and starting a peaceful life together. And you, being stressed because of the constant dangers missions - you happily agreed. Living together with the love of your life, having some peace seemed like a dream

❁ You two have decided to come out with your announcement and after that, with help of your friends from Overwatch, you were ready to leave and start a new life

❁ It took a while to get a house where you wanted, Niran wasn't that much into having an apartment because he dreamed about having a garden with as many plants and flowers as possible, maybe even a pond. And he definitely wanted to grow vegetables for you and him to eat

❁ At last, you finally you moved in. You both were excited to finally have a place for just the two of you, doing what you wanted whenever you wanted. Could it be more perfect?

❁ Niran was excited about having a garden and the moment he could, he bought as many seed and all the beautiful flower he lays his eyes on. He looked so excited about it all, it was adorable to see him all giddy

❁ Soon the whole house was covered in plants wherever your eyes landed. But it wasn't bad, it made the place feel more cozy, more homey. It was nice how much he was trying to make this place feel like home. And obviously, he was more than happy to see what kind of decorations and things you wanted to add to make the place feel like home for you

❁ Being able to finally sleep in one bed felt like a dream, being able to hold each other close, have some conversations before bed or maybe something more. It was a while since you had a moment of privacy like that, where you could get close with each other like that

❁ Next morning was event better, seeing your lovely partner sleeping peacefully in the same bed as you, his hair messy, but he looked ethereal when the sun rays hit his face. You couldn't help yourself from gently caressing his face until his eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the light from the window. He smiled softly, being able to see you in bed with him and not waking up alone in the small bed like in Overwatch. It was nice.

❁ And it was even nicer to cuddle in the morning on the free days, when you two don't have to work and could literally spend the whole day in bed if you wished to, doing nothing more than cuddling

❁ Not unless you own pets that demand to be fed. Niran couldn't imagine a home without any kind of pet, especially a cuddly one and neither could you. But Niran was open to more pet propositions, even if the pet might not be as cuddly. As long as you have money to be able to keep the dear animal, he was in!

❁ You couldn't always have a fun grocery experience with Niran because both of you worked. Niran sometimes spent more time at work. (I can definitely imagine him working in place that is chemistry related, after he's very intelligent)

❁ But groceries with him were fun. The atmosphere was always nice and he was not afraid to goof around with you a bit. Not even in public, he's shameless after all

❁ This man loved farmers market. Obviously he doesn't have all the vegetables and fruits in his garden, or at least they weren't grown enough to be harvested, so the farmers market was his favorite option. Plants, vegetables, fruits, seeds and more of the best possible quality. How could he not love this place?

❁ Obviously he is not that opposed to buying things from grocery store, but Niran knows that everything from the farmers market will have better quality than things at the store. And the stuff will be obviously healthier than the store bought one, who knows what they put into these things! (Niran being dramatic but he's right)

❁ Niran was definitely not a perfectionist, but hey, he learnt his lesson back in Vishkar with Satya and now he's not really a messy guy. Unless it's when he’s working in the garden, but that doesn't count, he often said that working in the garden can get a little messy, but he can clean himself up after the work is done.

❁ Does he like cooking? Absolutely! Niran is in for 50/50 cooking (sometimes you cook, sometimes he cooks), but he definitely is more into it than you. He enjoyed cooking with you, but there are recipes that he prefers to do alone because he can focus better. It's not about not trusting you, sometimes he prefers to do it on his own so he doesn't get distracted and mess something up by accident. After all you're his partner, you can be pretty distracting

❁ Niran is very happy to introduce you to Thai cuisine, if you never ate anything from it before. He's happy to have you interested in it and he doesn't mind doing anything you would like to try. Even when he has never done the meal before, he doesn't mind trying. He also will be happy to try something from your home country!

❁ Soon, the routine comes, but it's not exactly a bad routine. It's nice to know neither of you has to worry about their life too much. It's a peaceful routine, but still a routine. So once in a while you two try to spice things up a bit if possible. Spontaneous change of plans, dates sometimes in a fancy restaurant, sometimes it's just eating lunch together in the park, enjoying the sun and each other's company. Going to the cinema to watch a movie, going to the park for a walk or doing something as simple as buying an ice cream as if you two were a teenagers

[rivastraut]

Okay this question is gonna be a bit more serious

What is your attitude towards writing plot that includes problematic faves? Do you think writing a good redemption arc for f/o who kills people important?

How accurate is this redemption dynamic for Mike x Kleon? I look at many wholesome arts of them and it makes me think, did they manage to understand that all drug game is nothing good for them?

Did Mike manage to understand that he isn't doomed to do horrible things, that he can do good and is able to get redemption? Who undertood first that "the game" is fucked up, Mike or Kleon?

Imagine them slowly realizing what they really do, how Mike comes up to painful realization that he never will be able to actually help people he cares for by supporting the drug world and with his rising feelings towards Kleon, Mike understands that he only puts the person he loves in meaningless danger for nothing... and maybe his last meet up with Walter never happens and Mike doesn't ever give this nasty speech about "the good thing that worked like clockwork" because he can't come up with excuses aymore. He was forced to realize the terrifying truth that he can't protect anyone staying in the game and what is the cost of his illusions and how the one who pays isn't just Mike, but also the person he grew to understand and love deeply.

All these thoughts are pretty dark as anything in canon brba is. But imagine what a great and beautiful dynamic can be created, what tragic and inspiring moments it can bring. A story about two ruthless killers who open up their human side to each other and bond, slowly becoming better people through all suffering and obstacles

I really like this in depth question! Yes, Mike (and Kleon) have done some bad things that can never be fixed like killing and being loyal to a fault to a drug empire… I do like to imagine that they both try to bring out the best in each other, like Mike does not think he is worthy of being loved by Kleon because he’s an old man with an ugly past, but by being loved regardless by Kleon it makes Mike realize there is hope for him to be better, a second chance.

I think Kleon first realizes that the drug game is no good but both him and Mike realize too late once theyre in too deep, that’s Kleon’s whole life rlly like I need to rewrite his story on toyhouse but he got into the life of crime as a kid for the thrill of it/coping with his shitty home life, and he hasn’t really known anything since. But with Mike he realizes he can get that normal happily ever after marriage with him, that they can elope with the money they’ve accumulated from their job and live out a happy domestic peaceful ranch life in Alaska.

Of course this happy ending isnt without its angst though because yes they still carry that weight of being criminals but if anything, at least they get out of that dangerous lifestyle and live a normal loving life together

[glitteringcrab]

Evil Morty's ending

The main reason I wanted the Freaky Mortys Theory to be true is that it could be the start of Evil Morty's healing. Like, if he thought that it is, after all, possible for a Morty to be loved and cared for, and it's just a matter of circumstance if THIS or THAT version of Morty who gets to live in a loving family, and all Mortys are the same, and why should it not be Evil Morty the one who gets to have a happy family life...

...well, then that could have kickstarted his own healing process (after a lot of ups and downs) and led him to find true peace eventually, to be trully understood and appreciated at some point in the future. By surrounding himself with people who loved "him", he could begin getting the help he needs.

Now, that it is apparent that Evil Morty is still all alone in the edges of the universe, doing nothing but adding shield after shield separating himself from everyone else...

there's... there's no one who can help him.

Rick C-137 would be promptly attacked if he approached, because Evil Morty would immediately assume (not unreasonably) he does not have good intentions. Not to mention he is unable to take care not only of his own mental health, but of Morty Prime's. The best things he can offer Evil Morty are respect, understanding and pity, but Evil Morty could NEVER be adequately loved by Rick C-137. Morty Prime would always be the priority. If Rick C-137 ever caught whiff that Evil Morty had been abducted and needed help, would he REALLY attempt a rescue or would he seize the chance to kill Evil Morty to remove the Omega Device threat (like the SEAL Ricks team did)? And if he DID attempt a rescue, it would be out of pity or desire for them to be "even" since Evil Morty allowed him to kill his nemesis. Is this really enough?

Morty Prime might NOT get promptly attacked if HE approached (and if the Freaky Mortys - Unmorticken Edition Theory is true he might have some residual buried memory of Evil Morty's base and therefore theoretically able to teleport himself there). I also think that Evil Morty's offer for him to join him in escaping the Curve was genuine... but Morty Prime can barely take care of HIMSELF. He shouldn't be RICK'S morality pet, nor responsible for Rick's mental well-being, let alone another, even more traumatized Morty's well-being!!! I mean, even if genuine, Evil Morty's offer at escaping together was little better than pointing a gun at Morty Prime's head and saying "you can join me if you like". Evil Morty's best, most genuine attempt at vulnerability was basically coersion under threat of death (and it STILL backfired, OUCH. Talk about unwanted) although Evil Morty might not have done this deliberately. Imagine if Morty Prime had joined him; that would NOT have been a healthy relationship for Morty Prime. No, Evil Morty needs an emotionally mature ADULT. Someone who knows AND understands what he's been through and is willing to stand by his side AND who is able to put up the necessary boundaries that Evil Morty might otherwise consciously or unconsiously trample.

Beths... I do not think they have the neccessary emotional maturity. The domestic one does love her family, but would definitely put her "real" son's health and safety first. The space one seems unwilling to parent anymore and even if she took him with her in her rebel base, I think Evil Morty would believe that she wants him for his tech and intellect and not out of any genuine appreciation.

Jerry is really nice and I think he would be a positive influence, but... I'm not sure he could keep up with Evil Morty. I mean sure, he can, like, cook for him, take him for ice-cream, play videogames with him, listen to him rant, give hugs freely... but would he really be able to understand what was going on in the Citadel, or not be nervous about the fact that this version of his son is capable of killing him at a whim? If they got attacked, Evil Morty would be the one to protect Jerry and not the other way round. Not to mention Jerry already has his own life and family.

Summer is only a teenager, NOPE.

Then... who remains? Doofus Rick? Birdperson? Dr. Wong? These are all capable, mature adults who also all have a life of their own and little connection to everything that goes on. Letting one of them take upon this burden honestly feels cheap.

This is Rick's mess really, Rick should be the one to clean it up. Rick is the only one who could keep up with Evil Morty without needing anything from him, the only one who could both protect and respect him... But Rick fails to do all that with the version of his grandson that he loves. How could he possibly do this with Evil Morty?

And this all becomes more relevant now that we know for sure that Morty's maxed intelligence and charisma stats that we saw in the atribute slider (that would definitely fit Evil Morty) are Morty Prime's default stats. This means (among many things) that there's nothing special about Evil Morty. He's not more intelligent. He's not more capable. He is not, as Rick Prime put it, "an evil Morty; a clever one". He's a regular Morty.

Our Morty could be the one building forcefield shields to protect himself from getting shot, our Morty could be the one torturing other Mortys, our Morty could be the one exploding the Citadel in his way out in a desperate bid to escape.

Likewise at some point in the past Evil Morty would also have cried had he been abandoned all alone in the cronenberged remains of his home. He has the exact same emotional needs as Morty Prime does...

...only his remained extremely unfullfilled.

I can't see a way out.

[masterjedilenawrites]

Hi! so i um read your “happily ever after” for the delta squad and i was wondering if you could do that for tbb and the bois? you’re such a good writer <3333

I haven't challenged myself to write individual headcanons in a while, and this sounded like the perfect prompt to do it with! Who doesn't want these precious boys to live happily ever after in their own special ways? 🥰 psst, I also threw in Gregor and Howzer as a little treat 🤭

Cody would actually fancy himself as some sort of a political advisor or ambassador. He imagines the clones will need some representation after the war, a place in the galaxy, and to have their voices heard. He could picture himself stepping up to that challenge and being happy with it. It would sure beat having to sit around with nothing to do...

Rex also wants to be involved with supporting his clone brothers, but he has a much more domestic picture in mind. A partner, for starters. Someone to share life with who can be his best friend. And a house, any size, any location, with a door that's constantly opening for any weary or lost brother who needs a place to crash.

Wolffe has a very specific image in his mind. It may sound silly, but he wants to find a settlement somewhere for all of his brothers to live in. Like a little clone village, where they each play a part in keeping things humming. They can bring in partners if they'd like, procreate, that sort of thing... but for the most part it'd just be them, all living together until the end of their days.

Fox just wants a nap. A true, honest to goodness nap. Uninterrupted, no guilt or piling to-dos in the meantime. Free to fall asleep at his own pace and wake up naturally. Cushy pillows and all. If he got just one good sleep in, he'd be content with literally anything in his life. Heck, he'll dig holes in Tattooine forever. Just please give him this one little thing.

Fives absolutely wants kids. A whole brood of them. He can hold any kind of job, live anywhere in the galaxy, so long as he gets to be called dad. He'll embrace the dad jokes, read all the parenting books, tear up at every milestone. And if the fates allow, perhaps he'll live long enough to even be called a grandad, too.

Jesse would want to stay in the army as long as he can. He can't imagine what else he could do with his life outside of it. He'd be one of those clones crashing on Rex's sofa, needing his brother's help to get back on his feet and find meaning in his life. Eventually it would come as a handyman, keeping his hands busy with repairs in homes or ships, and of course flirting with the owners.

Kix would say he never wants to see another cut or broken bone again, but realistically, he would go out of his mind if he wasn't needed in that way. He wouldn't be able to help himself from volunteering at a hospital, or just starting his own medical practice in order to do things right. He'd especially love teaching his medical knowledge to an apprentice.

Tup wants a farm full of animals and crops. He currently knows little to nothing about how to run a farm, or how to keep things alive, but for him, happiness will be in the discovery. He'll start small, with a window ledge garden and a tooka in Coruscant. Over time, as he saves up enough money for some real land, he'll learn all the ins and outs of irrigation, breeding, and then like.

Hardcase wants to travel and experience all he can. Skydiving, snorkeling, white water rafting, pottery... you name it. His bucket list will grow as he goes; he'll cross one item off only to add two more ideas on. The galaxy is just so vast and full of so much. He knows he has a short life to live, so he intends to utilize every second of it doing something outrageously fun.

Dogma wants to remain a soldier, but not during an active war. He'd rather use his knowledge and skills to help keep the peace. He likes the feeling of being needed, of providing protection to others, but he knows wartime takes its tolls, so being a peacekeeper is a good compromise in his mind.

Echo would want to help his brothers, from a therapy standpoint. He believes there can be purpose for the clones outside of war, but that it will take a lifetime of support, encouragement, and restructuring to get them there. Whatever ear he can lend or advice he can impart to help as many clones find their happy ending, you can bet he'll do it.

Hunter pictures himself in a peaceful cabin in the woods. Living off the grid, hunting for his own food, building his own furniture, just really embracing that holistic, hippy lifestyle. He'd also prefer if the rest of the Batch was around, too. He really can't stand the thought of being alone, and while he does want a partner and kids, he'd be lying if he said his brothers weren't part of the picture also.

Wrecker wants to travel, specifically to discover and try as much food as possible. How is he affording this fantasy? Who cares. It's his dream, leave him alone. Yes, he wants the feeling of a full belly every day, but exploring different flavors and cuisines and how to prepare food is genuinely exciting to him. Maybe he'll even get a food vlog going along the way.

Crosshair isn't really concerned with whatever "happily ever after" means. So long as he can be useful, do the things he was created to do. If the war ended and he couldn't be a soldier, he'd become some kind of bounty hunter or gun for hire. True happiness would only come if he also had a partner by his side. He won't know that, though, until it happens.

Tech doesn't think about the future. Or happiness. He will go along with whatever options are available to him, so long as he gets to be himself. The easiest, and most logical in his opinion, choice is to keep the Batch together, utilizing their talents for the betterment of the galaxy. But perhaps pod racing wouldn't be such a bad gig, either.

Gregor would be happy as a teacher or coach. Anything where he could mentor the youth of whatever community he finds himself in. It wouldn't even matter much to him what he was teaching; he'd find a way to become an expert in it just to uphold his duty of education. Though physical activity, of course, ends up being his forte.

Howzer truly wants to fall in love and be married. "Happily ever after" for him looks like two old souls, holding hands as they rock on a porch swing and gaze off into the sunset. He knows relationships are work, but he's had some good examples to look up to so far in his life, so he's determined to put in the effort with the right person.

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a/n: this is yet another match trade with @kamesama !! this time for jujutsu kaisen 😆 i knew immediately who i wanted to match you with so i hope you enjoy !! for some reason, i feel like we’re gonna match each other w the same person lolol. anyways, here we go !!

jujutsu kaisen

i match you with NANAMI KENTO 💛

you + nanami live a very peaceful, domestic life. think: morning sunlight streaking through your blinds, white sheets, arms wrapped around your middle and a sharp intake of breath in your ear while he wakes up. makes you coffee e v e r y s i n g l e m o r n i n g. you guys learned how to roast coffee beans together at home so you could make coffee the exact way you wanted it. even if you have different tastes —like if you like light roast + he prefers dark roast, he will always roast it your preference. he’ll deal with a lighter mouth feel if it means he can hear you sigh happily as you grip your mug after your first sip. 

you work extremely well together because you are both animals of routine. the work day is reserved for work/study + evenings are reserved for quality time. nanami will never ever miss a night in with you, or a night out with you for that matter. but, let’s be honest, it is mostly nights in. nights spent making dinner together with soft, lighthearted + romantic music playing in the background. playfully bumping your hips or shoulders against each other + pouring just a bit too much wine in your glasses.

nanami really appreciates the outspoken yet humble side of you. he finds comfort in someone who can speak their mind but also someone who isn’t too proud to admit when their at fault. you two rarely ever fight or argue because of your level headedness, although sometimes you can feel just a bit begrudged when nanami is too frank when talking to you about something you may have done to bother him. it ends well, though, and all’s well that ends well.

nanami is the strongest partner you could ever ask for. many people don’t think nanami an empath, but he easily is! he will comfort you when you’re down + in need of some reassurance. he will fight for you when you’ve been wronged. he will tell you the hard truths + give you that tough but much needed advice when you’re perplexed about something. he’ll laugh + celebrate with you when you’re excited about something! his soul will weep when you’re sad. but most of all, he will love you more than he loves himself + then some, when maybe you’re not loving yourself so much.

…and don’t you dare forget that nanami absolutely loves when you get a bit crazy. he’ll sit back with a soft smile and half lidded eyes, listening to you ramble on about something you’re passionate about or watching as you zoom around all excited. you brighten his life, you really do, and he couldn’t imagine himself with anyone else.

[ninjafuuzz]

Hoffstrahm AU kinda thing idk

CW for mental health issues and su!c!de

OK LISTEN

What if post-glass coffin Hoffstrahm AU where Hoffman spares Strahm bc he pussies out at the end and couldn’t bear seeing Strahm die after his arm was starting to snap. Hoffman fixes him up (does a lowsy job at it ofc), Strahm miraculously survives the injury , he gets kidnapped and thrown in some cabin in the countryside where Hoffman feeds him and stuff, keeping him alive. Peter, still shell-shocked and helplessly incapacitated, stays with him. So Strahm lives but is so PTSD-ridden he can’t even function normally, he gets paranoia and panic attacks and practically depends on Hoffman like a little child.

LIKE okay I know this is kinda another typical “Strahm-survives” kind of premise for a fic but listen. While Hoffman, who is, at the time, still the cold-blooded selfish murderer that he is, initially treats Strahm like a dog and lets him live out of mere pity, he SLOWLY realises, through his actions, that he actually wants to care and protect this utterly broken man who’s a result of his doings, and inevitably falls in love. (cue the florence nightingale effect) Hoffman begins cooking him meals, from imprisoning him inside the home to walking with him everyday when the sky’s clear, washing his hair, showing him his favorite films or music, letting Peter sleep in his arms whenever he has a nightmare.

I suppose we could imagine Strahm being so traumatised and wounded he’s drained of his usual rationality and temper and that’s why he lets Hoffman baby him. But of course Strahm isn’t COMPLETELY broken. His symptoms lessen, he gets better but still has frequent attacks. After some time he regains his usual wit and nature. At one point of course he simply realises what’s been happening and goes batshit angry. Hoffman sympathetically and patiently works it out with him. Strahm resists at first, perhaps by trying to kill Hoffman and escape or even attempting k!ll!ng himself. After trial and error and lots and lots of blood sweat and tears, Strahm starts realising that Hoffman genuinely cares… and not out of pity, but love. His mental instability and wanted status leaves him crawling back to Hoffman whenever he tries to run away.

Eventually Hoffman stops killing and cuts ties with Kramer. All his resentment and vengeance now replaced by his attachment to Peter. As for Strahm, he takes a tad longer to give in, and to accept the fact that he’s actually content and at peace when he’s with Hoffman and break through the moral boundary(aka the fact that Hoffman used to be a reckless bloodthirsty killer). Hoffman pretty much retires and wants to pursue a different way of living with Strahm.

And after everything, they end up becoming two runaways living in a wooded cabin surrounded by forests and mountains, secluded from a tiny town where they work together among the locals, indifferent to the past they’ve left behind. They’d go hiking and fishing, watch all the shitty films Mark would bring home, plant a garden, cut lumber, play-fight and cuddle in grass fields. Mark tending to Peter whenever he gets a panic attack, Peter learns to get used to receiving such solace. Slowly it becomes this usual, domestic thing between them. Perhaps one day one of them would propose to the other. Perhaps they’d grow old together, too.

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P/S i was listening to The Bug Collector by Haley Heynderickx when I had this thought. i suppose i kind of saw this poetic analogy between “the bug” and Strahm’s chronic issues and inner conflicts that Hoffman wants to get rid of while Hoffman is the “bug collector” so to speak??.. idk interpret it however you will but this song truly inspired the whole mess. kinda fitted the misty earthy mountains vibe i was going for with this prompt too. really suggest you guys give the song a listen its beautiful. i also suggest checking out the genius annotation of the lyrics

[treatian]

The Chronicles of the Dark One: Domestic Battles

Chapter 16: Vision Quest

Dove called just as they were getting into the car to go home. But seeing as how Belle was in the car and knew nothing of the man just yet, he sent him to voicemail. Sure enough, only a second later, he felt his phone vibrate, a signal that he had a new message waiting for him when he finally parked the car. It made the petty part of him smile. If Dove had made him wait all day for a conversation, then he'd return the favor.

Together, they retrieved their bags from the car. It was heartbreaking when he considered that they were still packed for another couple of nights, but the moment the pair of them got into the house, and Belle turned on the living room lights with a sigh of relief, stating, "I never knew how exhausting a power outage could be," before flopping herself down unceremoniously on the couch, he felt a familiar stirring inside of him that served as a much needed reminder-with this woman, he was always on his honeymoon.

"I don't know," he pondered, setting his bag down and taking in the scene before him. He'd always be grateful whenever he had her on her back, but when she met his gaze…they could do better than this, power or not…

"The darkness has its advantages…" With a wave of his hand, a fire flared in the fireplace, warm and blazing. And when he used his magic to switch the lights off again so that the light could fill the room and cast shadows on his wife in all the right places…advantages indeed.

At some point in the middle of the night, he finally woke, naked and on the couch, tangled in Belle's arms and a blanket that used to hang on the back of the couch, with the dying firelight casting amber shadows across the room. His back hurt, probably from laying against her as he had been, but she showed no signs of distress despite the fact that he'd been dead weight on top of her. She was still asleep, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. Oh, she might be peaceful now, but if he let them stay like this…

He gingerly extracted himself from her arms and used his magic to douse the embers of the fire for safety. Then he moved the blanket they'd been using aside and scooped her into his arms before carrying her upstairs to the bedroom.

"What's happening…" she slurred, waking just enough to throw her arms around him and sink closer to him. He smiled at that. Being moved in the night might cause an ordinary adult to panic, but as long as he was here, there was something in her that knew she was safe.

"Just taking you to bed," he answered as he kicked open their bedroom door. He used magic to pull the covers on her side back just enough that he could slip her into bed. She hummed in approval, and he just barely plucked the rest of the blankets from under her legs and over her before she rolled over and reached for his empty side of the bed.

"Where are you?" she mumbled sleepily.

He smiled as he went back to the dresser and fetched a pair of pants. "I've just got to get something from downstairs. Go back to sleep; I'll return in a moment."

Another hum of obedience, and he could tell that she was already falling into slumber all over again as he slipped out the door, went back downstairs, and looked around the living room. All in all, it wasn't as bad as he imagined. They may have been experimental in their lovemaking this evening, but they hadn't been rambunctious. The couch might have been a little worse for wear and there were clothes scattered all over the floor, the blanket was in a heap, but nothing was broken. It was nothing a little bit of magic couldn't fix. He cleaned the couch, folded the blanket, sent their clothes upstairs to a hamper, then moved into the foyer to make sure the door was locked, which was where he picked up his suit jacket and remembered that his phone was in the pocket with a voicemail in on it, one from Dove.

"Hey, sorry, my phone went dead after the power did, and I didn't realize. But I figured you'd want me out and about on a day like this. Word on the street is that there's a new girl in town, some kind of ice princess or something. I haven't gotten a name yet. Turns out she blew the power when she put a wall of ice up at the town line. She apparently got Emma stuck there with her, but the latest is that she's been freed, and the Charmings took the girl home with them. I mean, of course, they did, right? It's dark, the lights are back on, and the town is shutting down for the night. I'll be at home if you need me."

He took a deep breath and closed his phone as he thought through the message. Leave it to Dove to do exactly what he'd wanted him to do without being told. He needed to remember to give that bird a raise.

An ice princess…

That would fit the description of two people that he knew of. One of them ran the ice cream shop, and he'd met her and sensed her magic enough to know that it was similar to the magic he felt around his shop, but not identical. The other individual who fit that description…well, he thought he had a "last known location" on her, but it turned out now all he had was a theory on how she'd gotten from that last known location to Storybrooke. He could take a trip out to the ice wall that Dove spoke of, sense the magic from it, and make absolutely sure that it matched the magic he'd felt at his store, the magic of whoever had broken in and taken Anna's necklace.

He sighed as he looked at the place where their bags still lay in the foyer. After glancing up the stairs to their bedroom and sending his magic to make sure she was still asleep, he opened his own up and located the cylinder that contained the Sorcerer's Hat. He held it in his hands and considered the work that he had in front of him, the research that he'd have to do in order to make it work and potentially do what he thought it could do, but…

None of this was a coincidence. He refused to believe that it could be. Anna of Arendelle had been the last person he knew to have this hat with her. The royal family of Arendelle had been missing for years, the entire kingdom frozen solid after what had occurred there. There was no chance that suddenly they would come back into his life at the same time this hat magically fell into his lap. But how?

How?!

There had been a vision once, one that he felt his brain wanted to remember but couldn't seem to pluck from his mind. Perhaps with the Seer moved on, that would be harder these days. Or perhaps it was just because he received too many visions in his time with her and this one had never seemed to be special or important.

He tapped his fingers against the side of the box in consideration, then made strides for the basement. He had a plan. Belle would kill him for this if she ever found out about it. At the beginning of their relationship, she'd hated the idea that he left their bed for magic, but this…this was potentially just as important as Baelfire was. The hat could free him from the chains of the dagger, and if the dagger and all that came with it was cast out of him, then there was the potential he could clean his heart, and live a long life. If there was any way that Anna of Arendelle or her sister or her aunt could stand in his way, then he needed to know so that he could put a stop to it. Villains might not get happy endings, but Belle wasn't a villain. She deserved a happy ending and he wanted to be part of it. That made what he was about to do, and the sin of leaving her bed tonight, worth it.

In the beginning, when he'd first acquired his ability of prophecy, he'd written everything down, every last thing the Seer had told him. But over time, he'd gotten sloppy. There were too many visions to write down, too many faces to draw. In the end, if the vision didn't seem like it had something to do with Baelfire, he very rarely made note of it. Still, he checked the Chronicles, just to be sure. He remembered roughly the time that he'd had the vision and went back to see if there was anything there. Once he confirmed there wasn't, he moved on.

He spent an hour mixing and brewing, crushing and slicing, weaving magic into a small vial of purple liquid. Memory enhancement. If this couldn't call forth the memory, then he didn't know what would. He didn't even wait for the liquid to cool before he tossed it back and climbed the stairs.

It wouldn't last long. An hour or two, at the most. But he wanted to be comfortable. Memory Enhancement, when it wasn't watered down, could have a strong effect. When thinking back on memories of the past, what might have been seen as blurry came through crisp and crystal clear, as if one was living in that moment all over again. It could stir feelings that had long since passed. He could relive anything. And it was tempting. He could go back to that conversation with Baelfire on Hook's ship, spend some time with him once more. He could relive the first time he'd held Bae in his arms. Hell, he could spend the night reliving the dalliances of tonight if he wished. But that would do him no good. That was how addiction started and he wasn't looking to get himself into that kind of trouble. He was looking for one memory, one very important memory…

Though he was aware that he was at home in the chair by the window, he felt as though he was back in the Enchanted Forest. He felt the chill of Arendelle castle, the swirl of magic around him, and the familiar smell of the Rock Troll's infamous memory magic. He knew that Ingrid sat in a chair behind him, cradling the urn he'd once given to her in her arms, and that Anna was frozen to his right. But his attention was on the fireplace. The logs were coated in crystalized snow flurries that made them sparkle, but not nearly as much as a necklace in the shape of a snowflake, burned and charred among the logs as if someone had thrown it into the fire in anger or rage or-

Suddenly, the vision overtook him. It was an odd thing to be swallowed up into a vision while in a magically enhanced vision, but there it was…

The image of that very necklace sitting on the counter in the shop. It had been out when the photographer came by to snap photos of their engagement.

The vision morphed, and suddenly, he was looking not at the real thing but at the notecard from the shop sitting in his hands. His eyes were drawn to the picture, then to the typed word beside it.

There was a sensation, an interrupting one, the feeling of his arm around someone and theirs around his waist, the feeling of a smile on his face.

Belle.

He tried to focus. He wouldn't have known that she was who he'd be standing next to or feel so intimately in his arms when he'd had this vision but now he did. And if he didn't curb focus, then he could too easily get lost in all the ways that she'd invaded his visions back in the day before he knew her and after he believed her to be dead. He'd had so many hints, and now that he was thinking about it his mind wanted to rifle through those-

Stop!

He focused. The card. The photo. The words. Belle…and then the vision had shown him the words once more.

"Silver. Cut well. Damaged. Slightly burned. Slightly warped. Repairable. Fair condition. Current price: $200. Estimated repair costs: $150. Fully restored price: $300. Additional Notes: The repair isn't profitable, but should someone buy it, refer the buyer to jewelry repair so they can spend the extra fifty dollars themselves."

There was a thought of his own—one not from that time but much later in Storybrooke, from when he'd looked at the necklace with Mr. Gold's eyes. "Not worth my time," he'd thought. But then there was the voice of the Seer whispering in his ear. "Priceless," she'd said.

He'd come out of the vision in Arendelle and looked around, suddenly realizing that he had to take the necklace. If he left that encounter with nothing else, then he'd be okay, but to take the urn and the hat would be a triumph, too.

"Need her too!" the Seer had screamed in his mind as she pulled him back into another vision, one with a wooden table and paperwork that he hadn't understood when he was in Arendelle, but he did now. Just like with Belle, what was once mysterious was suddenly familiar to him. The wooden table he saw in this vision was in his shop. And the paperwork was inside a manilla folder. The vision was hazy at the edges, telling him that it was from the time he'd been Cursed.

The paperwork from Henry's adoption, the files he'd wanted sent over with the information on the mother. Her name had been redacted but he'd been able to decipher her history from it. Her mysterious discovery in the woods, newspaper clippings, the warrant for her arrest, plea deals…her foster families. It had all been meaningless to him then, numbers and abbreviations he didn't understand then but did now. Names that meant nothing to him then and didn't now…except for one. A name he hadn't recognized then but knew he would one day. A name he knew now. A name that had no business in being there.

Ingrid Sarah Fisher.

"She will be mother, but long for a sister. Need her too."

His eyes snapped open now, out of the vision just as he'd come out of it then. His heart was racing, his mind holding on to those visions he'd seen, putting the pieces together.

No…it couldn't be! Had it been in front of him all this time?!

He knew better than to question the Seer after all these years and yet, in the dark of the night, he padded up the stairs to his office. He had to see it for himself.

Quietly, he opened the file cabinet where he kept important legal documents. The memory enhancer still running through his veins reminded him that with Belle as his wife, he'd made promises that would involve more legal documents soon, but he shoved that thought aside for the dusty old file in the back of Regina's that he hadn't looked at in over a decade. He set it on his desk, turned on a light, and leafed through the first bit about Henry, through the newspaper articles on Emma, all the way through to the list of foster families and group homes the government had placed Emma with throughout her life until he found…

Emma's last home. 1999. Richfield, Minnesota. A group home for boys and girls. It was run by Ingrid Sarah Fisher…