#it is mostly about Adrian. but I can't talk about him too much because he is a part of a story we are making with an irl

[selfspinninglies]

Having disastrous oc thoughts again aurgh

[daandyli0n]

so. got an idea for Another fnaf au, one that i like to call "Elizabeth's Toybox of Horrors"

@that-darn-clown if you're interested :]

long story short: Adrian died in Circus Baby instead of Elizabeth. viewing her brother as too much of a scaredy cat, she encourages him to get closer to Baby, only for him to get grabbed and killed instead. this still starts the domino effect of the fnaf timeline (well, my timeline, anyway) happening.

Liz practically becomes a shadow of who she once was. the bubbly, outgoing girl becomes quiet, withdrawn. the death of many children she and her brothers considered friends certainly didn't help. neither do the nightmares.

the day before they would go missing, Cassidy would pop by the Afton residence to give Elizabeth the plushie meant for her brother's birthday. she thanks them for it.

Cassidy never comes by the house again after that (at least, not alive, anyway...).

Elizabeth gains a morbid fascination for the animatronics, the very things that stole her brother from her (the brother she got killed, the brother she watched die before her very eyes). she'd watch the animatronics for hours on end, hardly moving. heck, even more, she sneaks into the Backstage area without her father's knowledge quite often. Michael doesn't bully her; he's honestly a bit creeped out by her, to be perfectly honest. she kinda scares him, nowadays...

she swears that she hears Cassidy's voice coming from the plushie she was gifted by them, telling her about what was happening around her, about her deepest thoughts and regrets.

but, most of all, it would tell her that her father was hiding something from her.

and the more she learns about the animatronics, the more she can't help but agree.

they didn't use to act like that before the..."disappearances."

so...what if they hadn't simply disappeared?

William brushes her off as she asks about it. but she presses him further: "The robots didn't act like that before, Daddy. We both know this. Why won't you tell me the truth?"

it's her ninth birthday. he took her to Freddy's.

she snuck into the Backstage again. she can smell the smell of death back there. Foxy is back there for repairs that day. she swears that she can see something in his mouth, inside of him...

there's a scream from back there. employees find her with a huge wound across one of her eyes.

Foxy bit her.

after a few days in the hospital, she awakens, mostly fine. she's blind in her left eye now, and she has a nasty scar from the bite, but she's alive. William talks about how Foxy is dangerous, this is why I've told you so many times now not to go back there, what if you got hurt even worse than that?

Elizabeth hardly even seems fazed. she looks up at him, smiling.

"It's fine, Daddy. Fritz told me he was sorry.

...He seemed really mad at you, though..."

William is left speechless. as is Michael.

(there's no way she could make that up. there's no way she could just randomly guess Fritz was Foxy.)

Michael leaves home, going to stay with Henry. Liz stays with her father.

Liz gets sent to a therapist, because (to a certain degree) maybe William could convince her (and himself) that this was all just her being mad about Adrian's death, as well as losing Charlie. she's just mad and bitter about what happened, so she's just making up some reason to still be mad at him.

(it was his faulty robot that killed Adrian, after all. why wouldn't she be mad about that, the therapist says. she feels like she can't truly forgive him for that, even if it was nothing more than a tragic accident. so she's just trying to find some more justifiable reason to still be mad. at least, that's what everyone else seems to tell her.)

but it doesn't manage to convince her.

it just makes her stop talking about it as openly.

she knows what she saw and heard that day. and...if Fritz and the others were in the robots at Freddy's...then...is Adrian...?

she grows up. she moves out in 1993.

a few years later, she goes to find her brother. she finds him, as well as several others.

she gets them out, all her insides still, well, inside. she starts working on robots of her own, just for fun.

but, she gets an idea. William practically killed these poor children (indirectly, because Funtimes, but still), don't they want vengeance?

turns out, they do. and Adrian, horrified and disgusted by what his father has done, wants to help them.

Elizabeth gets an idea, one that all of the Funtimes are on board with:

Why don't they go pay her dear old Daddy a visit? :)

(aka: Elizabeth lives, and becomes Michael Afton, But If He Were 10% More Unhinged. And Had An Army of Robots)

[princehendir]

I'm Adrianmode, and I don't think you've talked abt her much on the new blog: PLEASE talk about his demon girlbestie. I love her.

YAYYYYYY Self-interest :) you're right I haven't talked about her yet, that's crazy. Bullet points because I like those. Some fun facts below, organized into a rough timeline:

if you asked her, she would tell you that she's Adrian's childhood best friend. Adrian does not know what the hell she's talking about. She is extremely offended that he doesn't remember his dreams from when he was 10, which is when & where they actually first met.

as far as Adrian's concerned, they've only functionally "known each other" since the family left Lothering, which is when he started acknowledging her as being a discreet Being as opposed to just some vague dream-figure that his brain cooked up. He then also proceeded to ignore her for a whole year after that while he was trying to be a Good Mage who is Not A Maleficar and Doesn't Consort With Demons. That ends when he finally decides that he's more interested in finding out what she can teach him about magic than he is in respectability and making his dad proud of him.

Anyways

Her appearance changes as the game goes on, depending on what it is she wants and what in general is going on, which I know I've mentioned but it's my favorite part of writing her lol. The simplified appearance timeline is that pre-game, she mostly just chooses to present herself like a slightly less sexy default desire demon, and then during that first year in Kirkwall when she's trying to get Adrian to acknowledge her she's mostly trying to mimic the type of girls that he likes to date, because she's used to that getting results, and then after that it gets... Complicated. A couple of times it's commented that she's starting to look a bit like Bethany, but whether that's because she's actually trying to mimic Bethany or if she's trying to look like Adrian-but-a-girl and as a result ends up looking like Bethany is unclear. Definitely, she is trying to look like a Hawke. But in an elf kind of way? It's weird.

Which leads me to something that I haven't talked about much yet:

After she meets Justice for the first time in Night Terrors she gets really obsessed with what him & Anders have going on, and starts trying to talk Adrian into letting her possess him. He turns her down or changes the subject every time she brings it up, like never even considers it, and this becomes a major source of contention in their relationship and also the main aspect of her character arc for the last half of da2. Elaboration in next point.

Basically the thing about her is that it is inherently in her nature to Want Things. That's what she is, a creature that Wants and wants without regard for what is outside of her. And the thing that she wants right now is to crawl inside Adrian's brain and wear his body like a cheap suit, but unfortunately, more specifically, she also wants him to want that too. So she can't directly manipulate him into it, and she can't force the issue either. And it's SO frustrating for her. Because she's never wanted something that she didn't know how to get before, or something that requires inherently the consent and participation of someone else. It's kind of... Destabilizing, for her. It is implied that this internal conflict is altering her nature in some way, similar to how the mage/templar conflict in Kirkwall is altering Justice's.

Also she kind of exclusively refers to Justice as "Vengeance" lol. Unless she thinks he can hear her. She's not suicidal.

Merrill thinks she's really creepy btw. She generally stays out of it, because it's Adrian's business, and he generally stays out of her stuff with Audacity/the Eluvian/etc, but she does make it clear that she doesn't trust this particular spirit, and thinks that Adrian is wayyyyy too intimate with her. Not in a jealousy way, just in a "I'm worried you're in over your head and not taking proper precautions" way.

Self-interest LOVES Merrill though. It thinks she's so neat, and goes out of it's way to encourage Adrian to spend more time with her before they start dating.

(I'm not saying that the possibility of being closer to Merrill is part of what Self-interest finds so appealing about the possibility of possessing Adrian, but I'm not not saying that either)

Primarily though, Self-interest's role in Adrian's life is as a teacher. She teaches him blood magic, she teaches him spirit healing. Things that Adrian's father couldn't or wouldn't teach him. And in the case of healing, tried but gave up on teaching him while he was growing up. It was a big source of conflict in Adrian's relationship with his father that Malcolm felt he was hard/frustrating to teach, that he didn't learn well, that he wasn't a particularly talented mage in general, etc. So the fact that Self-interest is enthusiastic about teaching him, praises him when he does well, and tells him that he has a lot of potential, is a huge part of what is appealing about her to him. Soothes his daddy issues. He's normal.

[out-0f-the-depths]

🕊Adrian/64, 26, he/she

🕊Following from @sixtyfourk

🕊 I've gone to a Baptist church my whole life and been baptized there. While I don't remember an actual moment of "accepting Jesus into my heart," I have loved Him and prayed and read the Bible for my whole life, and I have read through the whole thing more than ten times. However, as I realized I was queer and began to see the hypocrisy of my church family, I became more and more anxious, depressed and scared of God and Christians, to the point that I stopped being able to read the Bible. I haven't read the Bible for about a year as of today.

🕊 Even despite my fears, anxiety, and doubts, God has always been with me, and I've been feeling Him calling me closer to Him. I've decided that I'm going to read through the Bible again (a different translation than I've ever read before) and blog my way through it. I want to grow closer to Him again and learn more about him, and I hope I can make more Christian friends on here.

🕊I refer to God with He/Him pronouns. I accept God as a father, mother, and parent, but I find the most comfort in using He/Him since that's what I grew up with, and I find it's a way to honour Him too.

🕊I'm Side A regarding LGBT stuff, mostly out of necessity for my mental health. However, I support Side B people in doing what they think is right, and I think they have a lot of wisdom in their views on friendship and community.

🕊I currently attend two conservative churches: a Baptist one (which is the church I grew up in) and a Lutheran one (where I am a paid musician). I am closeted. I feel much closer to God in the Lutheran church and I enjoy the liturgy. I would love to be able to attend an affirming Lutheran church someday when my life situation allows it. Even though I'm still scared of the opinions of my brothers and sisters at these churches and can't get too close to them because of being queer, I find that being there and helping them is still better than no church community. I'm not "married" to either the Baptist church or the Lutheran one and I love reading and learning about different denominations. I really enjoyed attending an affirming Mennonite church when I was away from my hometown for school.

🕊Please feel free to talk to me if you're looking for more Christian friends. I still have a lot to learn about God, but I want to learn more and I want more people who can help me along the way, especially affirming friends.

[hereforyourdispleasure]

🍉,🍓,🍰,🍫- Darian

🍟, 🍕, 🍪, 🍻, 🍷- Mark

🍩,🌽, 🍒 - Alir

🍋, 🎂, 🍔, 🍰- Adrian

I'm gonna post this now because it's been sitting in my drafts for weeks. Sorry Alir 💀 looks like I didn't have motivation to answers their's

Darian

A particular piece of jewelry he refuses to part with?- He, Mark and Alir have matching rings. He did get a necklace and a couple rings from Dani but refuses to risk damaging/losing them. He has a few funky things- 80s style bracelets, pop culture themed jewelry. But he's honestly not much for actually wearing them. The jewelry collection will be added to in near future though apparently 😰

Any particular scents he likes?- Petrol station. That's all I'll say. Pine and sea salt too

Something he counts as unforgivable?- Killing/knowingly endangering his friends. If someone's done it, he just won't move on from it, you'll always be untrustworthy to him. Yes this includes himself, even if he was trying to avoid endangering people

Where does he go to think?- The bunkers. Everything always leads back to them. Sometimes around other people, if he wants some sort of outside input (but there's also the chance of him thinking out loud around certain people is a plot. It definitely was when he did it once or twice to Baphomet)

Mark

Guilty pleasure?- I don't think he'd see any point in covering it up, he just likes puzzles. Likes making them mostly

How does he spend a lazy day?- Ahahohoho. Don't be silly. This man is always working. He'd probably just hang around with Darian and Alir, or his friends in his department. If not, there's always new machines to be working on, security systems to update. He's a busy guy too

Something sentimental?- He doesn't really do sentimental. But he takes pride in his work, and feels sentimental about particular creations. He'll always adore any gifts Darian and Alir give him though

Comfort ritual/how he calms down after a rough day?- Rich kid shit. Fancy bath, go out for a meal

Adrian

Most painful memory?- Really depends on what age specifically we're talking about, because Adrian technically refers to the age range of late 18/19 to 21. 18/19 Adrian is obviously still getting over a death. Is he over the events that lead to him getting picked up by commission? Probably not. 20 Adrian has a hell of a lot going on, doesn't really have time or any need to focus on the past. 21 Adrian though is in the direct aftermath of seeing basically all his project co-workers be ripped apart, nearly ending up the same way only to be saved by another reality being for some reason and being blamed for the whole project. So yeah, probably that

Is he different to first perceptions of him? How does he surprise people?- Mmm yes and no. He's very aware of his reputation and the assumptions and perceptions of him. And he'll lean into the ones he sees as useful. They aren't exactly false, he can easily live up to the perceptions, and very much has done. But as I've said before, Adrian was the one that took in Alir. It'd be cliché to say oh he's just a mean guy with a soft side. He's an asshole because of 18 years of losing every chance of living a good life despite fighting for it, and he's tired and obviously being manipulated. But he's not the "has a soft side prick 🥺", he just has the common sense to not blindly follow everything. He has morals. Sometimes. Even if it really doesn't seem like it. Because he is still Darian, he is still Dante

Are there any recent trends he would love or hate?- He'd hate tiktok trends I can't lie. At this point he's barely had a chance to be on the internet. If he saw a bunch of people younger than him doing weird dances or jokes that 100m other people have already done, he'd probably avoid the internet altogether. He'd love shit like the tidepod challenge just because he'd want to see stupid people get consequences

Something he counts as unforgivable?- Honestly most crimes against children. Hypocritical of him, yes, because of the noncanon rp. But he'll absolutely not deal with prolonged and serious suffering when it comes to young people. Any mistreatment because of discrimination? Not even a second thought, they're already dead to him. Then obviously sexual assault, stuff along those lines

[halfbakedspuds]

A little extract from Wolves of War (The prequel/Sequel to Children of the Stars that tells the story of why Adrian left Callisto). Also I'd say spoiler warning but like, it's an allusion to who he is at the start of Children of the Stars.

For reference: Adarjan is what Adrian was called back then.

"I thought he was about to kill that one too," Avery's head dropped into their hands, "God almighty, I need a vacation,"

Dima nearly spilled his drink, " 'Too'? What do you mean 'too', does he pull this kind of thing often?"

Avery paused while reaching for their drink, and took a careful gander over their shoulder at Adarjan and Marek before simply shaking their head and taking a tentative sip of their drink.

Look, I love him, alright? He's like a brother to me, their words resonated in his mind. Unspoken, but louder than cannons, But he has... this darkness in him, I dunno. I've been in his head a few times and even I can't figure much more than the fact that it's there.

"Dark-" He cut himself off, then tried again with thought alone, Darkness? Explain,

It was before I started serving with him. A routine run by Lady Marea, the kind of thing she felt safe bringing a little kid along for, Avery paused as laughter erupted behind them, followed by a dull smack of synthetic leather against steel: a playful punch from Adarjan. Avery smiled sadly and downed a bit more of their drink, Something happened. Marek and Izö know the specs, but they're very tight lipped about it. Whatever it was, it... changed him. He was never a very social kid, but he'd talk when I went to him and was always so excited to show off what he'd been working on. Even then, young as I was, I used to think to myself, 'Wow, I wish I was even half as bright as him,'

Dima reached for his own glass. Adarjan's subtle, borderline inhuman genius was definitely still there, still making Dima feel small every time he pulled their asses out of the fire or quietly handed out new gear to make people's lives easier, but nowadays he mostly kept to himself. There was no grandiose spectacle or excitement whenever Adarjan vel-Castellan was involved, he just did what he did and quietly moved on to the next problem that needed solving.

Avery's thoughts snapped him out of his own, I know Lady Marea is working to help keep it at bay. Marek and Izö too. Hell, I daresay it seems to be working if only because he knows it's there and he's scared just as shitless of what he could become as we are, Dima watched as Marek put an arm around his brother's shoulders and the two walked away, laughing at something or another. He knew Avery saw it too the moment they opened their mouth, "Look, you know what Callisto is like. What happens when his family isn't there to help keep his demons at bay anymore? And it's gonna happen, mark me, that boy's just lucky enough to outlive all of us,"

"I guess my boyfriend becomes my problem, then," he acquiesced, throwing back the remainder of his drink - with a quick prayer of thanks for the scarcity of alcohol or its equivalents on Callisto - and quickly rising to make his escape, "Nice talking to you, Avery,"

He was halfway to the door when he heard their voice in his head again.

What if we're not enough? What if he ever caves and gives in to the beast?

Dima was silent for a long moment after that, before finally arriving at an answer, "Then may the light show mercy to this world, because the White Wolf sure as hell won't,"

[clericofshadows]

😍every time I see your tags edains I want to gush and talk all about it... so here's a reblog with my thoughts :)

I like being antagonistic with aria it's fun :) yeah omega dlc is going to be interesting considering regis would never do it without someone from his crew backing him up (perhaps with zaeed and vik 👀).

I've mentioned the thing between aria and vik a few times: in you got me in a chokehold (Adrian mentions Vik having ties to Afterlife) , in so let love reign (vik mentions Aria's "deal" to get the full story), and a very tiny bit in feeling numb, lost in time (the more important thing feeling numb reveals is that Vik was the one who healed up Zaeed after the initial confrontation with Vido, and a bit from Vik about the deal with Aria).

what I haven't (mostly) explored in fic yet is that Vik used to be a doctor in Omega because they wanted to make a difference and got tired of working in cybernetics full time after their days as a Commando... but got involved in some pretty bad corpo politics and went to Omega to get a clean slate. they got pretty well known for their practices, which attracted the attention of Aria, who wanted them in her pockets due to how good of a doctor they were. they accepted the protection, which had its perks (afterlife network, useful information, not fearing for danger in their clinic, and so on), but after Aria tried to force Vik into staying longer to get the full story about Liara on Omega, they bailed. Vik doesn't have much to fear about retaliation, but they'll likely never work in cybernetics again beyond post-war projects with Regis and Miranda.

anyway I love Miranda and they are definitely going to have a good talk ;) she's so fun to write and it's so hard to be rude to her through Regis lmao. I'm nearly done with this fic I just can't figure out how to end it :).

also yes... liara & regis confrontation will come at some point... can't wait to find the time to explore lotsb with Wren and the consequences I've always wanted...

Vido is so going to be a doozy, like I've written some post mission stuff that's pretty brutal between Regis and Zaeed because Regis isn't about to sacrifice innocent lives for one man, but I can't decide if that's actually how I want to handle it. I'm not doing the wholesome revenge mod route since that's a little too perfect for my tastes (even if that's how I handle it in game), and him and Regis are in a bit of a 'honeymoon' period for lack of a better term, and tbh I want them to have some conflict.

at the same time, would Zaeed be as impulsive and single-minded as he is in vanilla? I'm not sure. I feel like he would slow down and listen to Regis to some extent, but at the same time, I think it's important for Zaeed's revenge to cloud his judgement and Regis to be forced to get him to stand down... we'll see :) and then have Regis be a hypocrite about revenge and its place, considering the conflict with Liara and his desire to burn Cerberus down and personally deal with TIM...

wip wednesday!

I'm nearly done with my next fic, so here's the beginning of it, which I quite enjoyed exploring.

if you see this and want to share something, tag me ;)

Regis ran his hand down his coat, feeling for the hidden pocket where his N7 Eagle laid inside.  “Ready to get some answers?” He said, shouldering his bag.

Zaeed nodded, pulling out his Talon from his bag, connecting it to an empty holster on his belt.  “Sure, but are you ready for whatever you’re going to hear?”

Regis pulled a face.  “I have to be.  I need to be.”

“You know this already, but don’t let it show.”

He appreciated the concern, despite already knowing how to handle Aria.  Regis wasn’t sure what he thought about her.  Did he like her?  No.  He nearly blasted her head off when she suggested that she could find him a nice man to help him loosen up.

She’s a valuable resource and nothing more to him.  He wouldn’t shed any tears if something happened to her, but better the enemy you know than the one you don’t.  

Chances are she feels the same way about him.  He’s perfectly okay with that.   “I do, but thanks.” Regis nodded, throwing his sling bag over his body.  

With one last look at the apartment, they left and locked the door, ready for when whoever else in their family needs a safe and accessible place to recharge and regroup.

Afterlife wasn’t far from the apartment, and soon they both walked past the growing line, heading inside without a second glance at the bouncer.  The pounding music filled the air, normally a backdrop Regis loved.

Now it’s merely the soundtrack to a conversation that could easily go south.

They approached her couch, the guards parting at the sight of Regis and Zaeed.

She crossed her legs, leaning into the couch with barely a glance.  “Meeting up with an Alliance soldier.  You’ve been productive.”

“Nothing misses your gaze?” Regis asked, staying standing.

“You didn’t deny it.”

“Why would we?” Zaeed interjected.  “You know what happened.  No need to challenge it.”

“Which means I might have an idea why you are here.” She dismissed the guards around her with a wave.  “Ask.”

“Liara T’Soni met up with you regarding my body, correct?” Regis asked point blank, keeping his tone neutral.

Aria’s face slowly broke out into a smirk.  “She did.  Did Vik tell you about what little they knew?  Shame they didn’t take up my offer.  Omega misses them.”

If they weren’t surrounded by guards and loyalists, Regis would take her head off for the comment about Vik alone. 

But to have that direct confirmation that T’Soni was the one who brought him back, who had the means to let him rest and give his family closure, to possibly get his goddamn ring back…  

Regis found himself nearly consumed with anger.

“They don’t miss you,” Regis said, not missing a beat. She didn’t react.  “So, it’s true then that she was working with Cerberus in order to get my body?  Why was it even on Omega in the first place?”

Her expression darkened. “Blue Suns were going to exchange it with the Shadow Broker to give it to the Collectors.”

The Collectors wanted his body?  Why?  Nothing about this made any sense.  Were they interested in his visions?  So much about the Collectors were unknowns, and yet here they were kidnapping human colonies for some purpose.

“It sounds like you weren’t too happy about that,” Regis observed.  “Not too happy about Collectors involved on your station?”

“No one’s happy about Collectors,” she replied.  “But yes, you could say that.  Did a major favor for me clearing out most of the trash when dealing with Archangel.”

“In other words, the idiots dumb enough to sign up for that mess of an operation,” Zaeed said.  “Wasn’t sad to see it happen.  Org has gone to shit since I left.”

“Vido is still at large,” she commented, turning to face Zaeed, who looked none too pleased at the mention of his name.  “Perhaps one day I’ll see new leadership.  Anything else?  I think you’ve learned everything you wanted to know.”

He did, not that he was particularly happy about any of it, knowing how he has all the cards to approach Lawson with what he knows.

An unpleasant conversation was waiting for both of them.

“I think we’ve covered everything,” Regis said, turning to leave.

“Wait,” she said, stopping both of them in their tracks.  “I’m going to ask you something in return: What was your relationship with T’Soni?”

Despite his growing anger, Regis had to hold back a snort.  “Why do you care?”

“I don’t, but I am curious as to why she went to all these lengths to bring you back when you obviously find it offensive that she did it.”

“I rescued her last, refused any sort of meld to gain information, and tried to get her off my ship as I saw her as a liability.  I believe she took what was mine, and I’m going to get it back,” Regis replied, staring her down with his glowing eyes.

“She’s in Illium,” she offered.  “If you’re so hell-bent on confronting her.”

Regis nodded, already aware of her location but thankful she told him.  “Are we done here?”

“We are,” she replied, sitting back down.  “Get rid of the Collectors.  They are a stain on this galaxy.”  The guards returned.  She made herself comfortable back on the couch, her stance loose and relaxed even under Regis’s scrutiny.  “I’ll be happy when we stop crossing paths, Shepard.”

“I share the same sentiment,” he replied, turning his back on her.  Zaeed followed a step behind him.  “You likely won’t see me again once I’m back with the Alliance.”

“And I look forward to it.”

Regis walked down the stairs and quickly made his way out of the bar, the tails of his trenchcoat flowing behind him.  He stopped once they were at the entrance to their dock, leaning against the wall by the doorway.

“What now?” Zaeed asked, giving him a concerned look. 

“Going to confront Lawson because I want more answers from her.  She lied to me about not knowing who had my body, who probably has my fucking dogtags,” Regis muttered, shaking his head and taking a deep breath, trying to regain his composure.  “I’m not sure who I hate more. “

“What are you more angry about?  Being brought to Cerberus by her or being revived by them?” Zaeed asked, his voice soft despite his usual gravel.

Regis frowned, his thoughts swirling with anger, betrayal, and a sense of loss.  “She had the means to inform the most important people in my life that my body was found at the bare fucking minimum.  If I didn’t have you, I may not have ever answered any call or reached out to anyone I cared about.  And who knows what would’ve happened between Kaidan and I, or the Alliance and I…” 

He wasn’t sure if Kaidan would have forgiven him for working with Cerberus, if he found out in the midst of his posting…

“But you do have me, and I’m here however you need me,” Zaeed replied, leaning in close.  Regis closed the distance between them, more free and open with his affection now that he met up with Kaidan, that they were able to clear the air and open the possibility for more.  That their triad can and will continue one day.

Zaeed pushed him up against the wall, the same spot where Regis first saw him on Omega, threatening a target. The feeling of the cold, hard panel sent a shiver down Regis's spine, heightening the intensity of the moment. Regis let out a pleased sound, letting Zaeed take over despite where they were, submitting to his advances.

Someone cleared their throat a short distance from them.  “I wouldn’t say this is the best time and place, Commander.”   

“And why is it that you care, Lawson?” Regis asked with a hard glare, his earlier desire replaced by irritation at the intrusion.  She stood with an arched eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in her expression. She folded her arms across her chest, seemingly unfazed by the situation, her confidence unshaken.

Changed out of her normal Cerberus dress “whites,” she wore a long coat belted around her body with a pair of black pants and boots, a clean and pristine look that suited her well.  

Out of all the fucking people to interrupt… but perhaps this was a good opportunity to go ahead and get that damn conversation out of the way. 

Zaeed slowly pulled away, tilting his head to the side as if to ask if Regis was going to go ahead and deal with what he learned from Aria.  Regis nodded, answering the silent question.

“I assumed you wouldn’t want the crew to gossip about your love life,” she replied, keeping her expression neutral.  “Or perhaps even beyond that.  Word travels fast about you.”

Regis wouldn’t have called it concern, the barb at the end seeming to signify she was talking about the Alliance being aware of him… and all his connections there. As if she was baiting him, dangling the knowledge that she knew about his relationship with Kaidan.  And what that could mean if he were to learn of this "affair."

“You’re right.  Word does travel fast about me.  Shame that it took me a while to learn who exactly handled my body here on this fucking station,” Regis said, watching her eyes widen in recognition.  The truth hung in the air between them.

She stepped back.  The gravity well stirred.   “I knew your word was full of shit, but I never expected this,” he continued, staying against the wall.  “We are going to have a long talk.”

[wyyvernn]

Pairing: Adrian (Alucard) Tepes x Reader

Summary: Adrian can't stop taking you out to fancy restaurants when a simple coffee date is enough to make you smile.

Content: fluff, huggies and kissies, modern au

Reader is gender neutral as always

Art by me

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Adrian doesn't lose his head very often. It can be entertaining to watch sometimes but watching him pace the room or fidget with his pen repeatedly makes you pity him.

With his father owning a multi-million company and his mother being quite a successful doctor, the wealth of his family pressures the weight of believing he must live a luxurious lifestyle. That means donning expensive fashion, eating the finest cuisine and most of all, taking you to the most beautiful places. His expected end result? Hopefully your happiness. He doesn't plan on stopping to achieve it.

You want to say something, watching from the couch as his legs carry him across the living room until you finally reach for his hand. Tenderly do your lips meet his knuckles in the most precious manner.

"I won't ask what's wrong because you'll say nothing is but-"

"Nothing is wrong," he says a little too quickly, cutting you off and staring down at you with that firm look; the one that tells you not to worry.

You huff a laugh, "You are a ridiculously terrible liar, love."

"Really," Adrian mutters softly, kissing your hand in return, "I'm alright."

"Mhm, is that why you're pacing the room like you do when you're frustrated?"

Adrian gives you the most irate look, but not harsh in nature; a raise of his hooked brow.

"I do not pace."

"You do, you even do those little nose scrunchies occasionally, it's adorable."

He grumbles in embarrassment but lets you gently pull him down on the cushions by your side. Instinctively, you hook your arm around his shoulders, his large frame slouching against your body and his slender nose pressed into your neck. You set a rhythm of running your nails through his locks, it's a habit you've gotten used to that he appreciates very much, a low hum releasing in his throat like a purring cat.

"Let me guess, you want to take me out to another fancy restaurant or purchase another diamond necklace."

He sighs, taking your hand in his to pull and play at your fingers.

"For you, I won't settle for anything less, you know I won't."

"Adrian, love, I don't need nor want expensive things to be impressed, we could just sit here and talk about dumb theories or watch crappy 80s films or something, I dunno."

He breathed a laugh at your suggestion, a little relieved. You mostly meant the things you said, with an underlining joke to grace your words but he always admired your ability to make light of a situation with your charm and consideration.

"In fact, how about we have a coffee date right now. We can visit the one with those cinnamon rolls you love."

Adrian pouts in thought, dragging his fingertip up your arm and down again, lifting goose bumps on your flesh. He smiles when he agrees, tilting his lips up to touch your jaw.

"That would be lovely."

Your boyfriend stands, taking your hands and pulling you up with him before offering his arm like a gentlemen.

"Shall we?"

[mlwritingprompts]

Submitted prompt: Outside Perspective

I remember back in the day where class salt was really popular there were plenty of fics off someone from outside the show joining Mrs. Bustier's class and shredding Lila's lies. Painting everyone else as idiots for ever falling for in the first place.

Usually it was Felix are one of the Annoying DC guys but. How about something kind of like this that's just a lot more considerate of Lila's skills and The Class.

So a new kid moves to Paris and Starts attending Mrs. Bustiers class. And this new kid meets Lila, and hears about the things she falsely claims she did. And to them, it sounds like the most ridiculous b******* they can possibly think of.

So they try their best to confront those lies. They do their best to poke holes at all her stories, do their very best to show everyone how wild, out of proportions, and illogical these stories seem. But they can't convince anyone in class (except Adrian, Marinette, and Alya)

And the new kid finds themselves surprised at how logical The Class' fefutes are. Nothing their classmates have said in return to their arguments had any visible flaw. The class is making pretty much perfect sense.

They say that it's too big that not only Lila met Jagged stone but he wrote a song about her? "We've all met Jagged Stone. In fact, Juleka is his faughter!"

The new student struggles to believe that, but the entirety of the rest of the class says they were there when Jagged Stone visited them.

They say it's weird that there were no articles about a child saving a celebrity's crocodile and getting injured? "Good. Celebrity newspapers are the worst. Lila probably wouldn't want articles about her anyways."

They say Jagged Stone has a pet crocodile and not a cat? This statement inspired many raised eyebrows, and a deadpan reseponse of, "People can have more than one pet. People can change pets."

(I mostly use this lie because it's the most memorable one. You should do that about other lies too.)

Everything the new student (and the salty part of the fandom saying the class are such idiots) can think of to refute Lila is perfectly refuted by the class without issue.

They almost started to believe Lila themselves. They started to think they were going mad. But eventually, they talk about it with Alya and Marinette.

And they tell him they know that Lila is Lying. They both agree that Lila is lying about some of what she said. How do they know that? They can't say. They can't provide any solid evidence.

Also, they don't exactly agree on what she lied about. Marinette seems to think that Lila says nothing but lies, and even her name isn't real, but Alya doesn't agree. She knows Lila lies about a lot of things, but she does believes Lila about some things, mainly that her mother is a diplomat, and that she has several disabilities.

They fight over it a lot. Marinette says that if Lila lied about being best friends with Ladybug, then Lila probably lies about everything.

Alya says she can't believe that Lila lies about her disabilities because she can't believe anyone will do that. They can't be allowed to doubt the credibility of someone's disability claim just because they lied about other things or, in Marinette's case, because they don't like them.

(Obviously it's very important to paint Marinette in the wrong here for saying Lila is lying about being disabled. And no, you cannot have Lila be lying about being disabled, that's an ableist myth that just stops actual disabled people in real life from getting the help we need. Lila has tinitus and tourettes and whatever else she says. )

Other events start to come up, and the conversation gets a lot more stormy. The new kid has no idea what they're talking about any more.

Eventually the new kid coughs loudly to interrupt, and Alya and Marinette stop fighting about that and remember the new kid is still there.

The new kid asks "H can they just believe her like that? What she's saying is so outlandish!".

And Alya replies "Their suspension of Disbelief is on the floor. We literally have a magical super villain here. And even before that no one here had a normal life. There's nothing that is too weird for them to believe."

They also tell him about how Adrien knows that Lila is lying. And they go confront him. He says some weird annoying stuff about "taking the high road" and "turning the other cheek" and the new student has gained quite a disdain for him.

And yeah that's all I have.

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖        

Chapter 43 - Surprise concert.

Episode 4.

They went by the bar, ordered a couple of beer, then went outside, spotting a bench not far from the entrance. They sat down, talking back and forwards about the place, just smalltalk, not exactly one of Adrian's favorites, but just as he was about to make a remark, the subject changed

Malou: So you had sex?

Adrian: He snorted into his bottle, and quickly finished the mouthful he was about to take Yes, we had sex.

Malou: How was it? she grinned cheekily I mean, if we're supposed to be more open with each other…

Adrian: He snorted again, then a more serene and shy look started spreading on his face, a smile that could even be considered cute, gently pulled his lips upwards It was…. really good…. amazing, to be honest.

Malou: She nodded lightly and sipped her beer Nice! She hesitated a bit, observing how Adrian softened up and became this shy giddy boy at the thought of Dalton And who did who? she lifted an eyebrow and chuckled teasingly

Adrian: He snorted again …. I uh… sat on his lap and uh… he blushed more bright red and quickly sipped his beer

Malou: So you were bottom, but still topped him? …. interesting she nodded slow I was really wondering how the two of you would go about it… she sipped her beer again is this awkward?

Adrian: A bit… he chuckled lightly

Malou: Do you mind talking about sex in general, or do you mind because it's me?

Adrian: It depends I guess? I'm not someone who discusses sex with just anyone… but I'm not completely closed off either. Andy keeps fearing he's too much for me… but truth is, I can be pretty dirty myself, I suppose I just don't run around talking about sex… he shrugged lightly I suppose I could be more open, not regarding my fantasies, cause I do think I'm pretty open minded sexually… I mean I was with Felix when I technically still thought I was straight, and it never bothered me… But I could be more open in speaking about it… and in actually living my fantasies…. I guess…? I dunno? I have no complaints regarding my sexlife, I'm pretty fulfilled, so I guess I never thought much about it, till now?

Malou: She nodded lightly Makes sense.

Adrian: He sighed soft I'm trying, I really am…

Malou: She nodded again I know you are she reached out, planting a hand on his I appreciate it. Thank you. she slowly let go of his hand again, not to make him uncomfortable

Adrian: He sighed deeper I wanted to spend all day with him, just him and I, being stuck in our own little bubble. He's finally mine he smiled apologizing

Malou: No no, it's okay, I know what you mean. Go on, please.

Adrian: He sighed even deeper But then it was lunch… and now we're stuck here for the rest of the day and a good chunk of the evening as well… and I can't even kiss him… which is all I want to do��� kiss him… hold him… touch him…. feel him…

Malou: She nodded soft Understandable… and… well… me too! she chuckled softly

Adrian: He had that 'I'm sorry' look on his face again as he sipped his beer

Malou: … she sighed softly You should go home with him tonight, I can hang out at Raven's place…

Adrian: He frowned soft And steal him from you, again? You two just got started as well… I don't want to

Malou: Truth to be told, I love Raven's company, I wont mind. I mean, I'd like him back again soon she chuckled lightly But honestly, I'll be too worried about his alcohol intake anyway, so, if you agree to take him home, it's off my hands… well mostly… I'll still worry, but at least I don't have to deal with it she chuckled softly That was a joke btw… I'll gladly deal with anything regarding him she sighed softly and smiled He's more than worth it all.

Adrian: He nodded agreeing and swallowed the rest of his beer I don't think he has any idea how fucking amazing he is.

Malou: She sighed soft and sipped her beer No, I'm pretty sure he doesn't see quite what you and I see. It's such a shame.

Adrian: I agree… but… on the other hand, if he knew, he might not even be interested in us? I can't help but feel like this rare, pure being fell into my lap, and I can't quite grasp that I am allowed to even touch him. He smiled lovingly Malou… I don't think I have ever been in love like this before… and it scares me…. what if he doesn't want me after all?

Malou: She nodded lightly and took the last mouthful of her beer I feel ya!

Adrian: He sighed softly How did we get THIS lucky?! Look at us!

Malou: Hey! Speak for yourself! I just got my hair done! She chuckled cheekily and pointed her tongue at Adrian

*As they went back into the rehearsal room again, Raven was in the middle of a jam session on the drums, while half of the band was jamming with him, while Una and James were clapping happily at the performance.

Malou: Okay? She chuckled surprised

Dalton: He quickly got up from a chair where he was sat laughing and hurried towards the two of them, passing them with a cheeky grin, fast heading out into the hallway, but while he slipped passed them, he said something loud and clear I'm just going to the toilet!

Malou: She chuckled amused as she turned and looked in the direction Dalton had disappeared I guess that means YOU'RE going to the toilet

Adrian: He lifted his eyebrows he could just as easily have said it to you

Malou: He looked at you, Adrian… it's not rocket science… beside I can't waltz into the male bathroom, in case he's actually headed there she smiled softly you go ahead… I'll go rescue Raven from himself she chuckled lightly go on…

Adrian: He scrathed the back of his neck, looking contemplating in the direction of the others

Malou: They wont notice… if they do…I'll make a drumsolo too! she snorted get out of here!

Adrian: He nodded once, then hurried after Dalton. He quickly found the way to the bathrooms, and slipped into the male one, noticing Dalton standing on the middle of the floor with a more than cheeky smirk

Dalton: What took you so long? I was starting to think you wouldn't-

Adrian: He quickly took a couple big steps, grabbed Dalton by the collar, and pushed his back hard and demanding up against the bathroom wall, leaning into a demanding and passionate French kiss

Dalton: He moaned surprised and quickly grabbed Adrian's hips, pulling him closer, returning the kiss eagerly

Malou: She sighed soft and grabbed a beer from the table, and nodded at Raven as she opened it up

Raven: Adrian? he spoke in her head

Malou: She frowned lightly Don't do that she quickly sipped her beer With Dalton in the bathroom, I suppose…

Raven: Ahh he smiled cheekily want more distraction?

Malou: She nodded confirming just stop roaming around my head… it's crowded enough as it is.

Raven: He chuckled deeply you head is perfectly fine, Malou, no one thinks otherwise…

Malou: She smiled lightly I hope not.

Raven: Stop worrying so much what others think, and let lose, enjoy yourself…

Malou: I am… at the moment I'm enjoying you staying out of my head! she smirked at him

Raven: This time his only answer, was pointing his tongue at her teasingly

Dalton: He shivered lightly against Adrian's lips, feeling himself melt into Adrian's arms. Feeling safe, comforted, home. But most, most of all, he felt warm. As if everything that had been wrong and broken inside him, melted together and he finally felt whole again Adrian he whispered softly and pulled out of their kiss, panting softly

Adrian: Yes? He cleared his throat, trying to yank himself out of the Dalton haze

Dalton: I love you. I really mean that.

Adrian: I love you too a bright smile spreading on his lips

Dalton: He chuckled both surprised and happy, although he didn't quite understand why he was so surprised, it had been quite obvious that Adrian was falling for him… he HAD tagged along without much protest after all.

Adrian: Maybe it's best we uh he grabbed one of Dalton's hands, squeezing it lightly head back into the others he cleared his throat again

Dalton: He chuckled cheekily Yeah, I think we better do that! Reality awaits, right?

Adrian: Unfortunately he frowned lightly

Dalton: He stepped a little closer, placing his hands on Adrian's hips again I want you. Not just in a sex way. I want all of you. I want you to be mine. Like for real. Are you mine? He chuckled nervously you are, right?

Adrian: He nodded slow and leaned in, kissing Dalton gently, whispering against his lips I am definitely, undoubtedly yours. All of me.

Dalton: He suddenly frowned lightly, then shook his head and took a couple steps towards the sink, turning on the water, looking at Adrian in the mirror, his frown growing deeper

Adrian: He hesitated a bit, then stepped up next to Dalton, wrapping an arm around his lower back Is everything alright?

Dalton: He sighed softly I just suddenly realized… that I'm scared…. not just of starting something new, cause I've known that for years, and it's the very reason I kept being stuck in a dead end relationship… but now that you're here, and you're so fucking amazing a wide smile spread on his lips, then it instantly vanished again, followed by a heavy sigh I'm just scared you'll leave me… just like she did.

Adrian: …… hey he shook his head lightly I think you're absolutely magical, Dalton he forced a soft smile There's absolutely no chance in hell I'll leave you. I'm madly invested in this… in you. He leaned in, placing a soft kiss on the side of Dalton's neck, whispering in a soft alluring voice You're so precious to me, and I know there's no one else like you out there, you're so unique, enchanting…. delicious… a soft moan escaping him as he kissed Dalton's neck again sexy…

Dalton: A wide cheeky grin replaced the frown

Adrian: I want you so badly… all of you… but mostly…. I really want your heart.

Dalton: It's yours he whispered softly

They both got interrupted as the door to the bathroom swung open, and in walked Dalton's dad

Adrian: He instantly let go of Dalton and walked out of the room, his heart pounding wildly as he lit a cig and hurried down the hallway, in the direction of the rehearsal room

Dalton: He tried his best to wipe the smirk off his face as he turned the water tap and pretended to wash his hands

James: He observed his son for a moment, then cleared his throat Mum and I are going outside for a bit of air and a walk, we will be back again before you guys go on.

Dalton: You couldn't have told me that after I was done in the toilet? he chuckled at his dad in the mirror

James: * He gestured towards the toilet stalls* perhaps others need to go as well, son.

Dalton: He snorted By all means.

James: ……. you know, you can talk to us…. if there's anything you need to get off your chest.

Dalton: He locked eyes with his dad in the mirror, but only a couple of seconds, then he closed the tab and grabbed a couple paper towels, drying his hands you know, you can talk to me as well he pulled a dumb smirk, trying to avoid the direction his dad was trying to navigate the conversation

James: ……. just be clear with the girl…. I think she really have her heart set on you. As your father, I need to remind you of a

Dalton: Dad! he sighed soft Malou and I are dating… a couple…. whatever we are…. I don't know what you're

James: …. well, the man seems to have a 'good eye for you' as well and…. he sighed soft well, it's none of my business. I just hope you will make the right decision, for you, and know that mum and I would be okay with whatever you might choose for your life, as long as you're happy. We're just relieved you're finally moving on, and all we hope is that you choose a kind person who adores you as much as we do.

Dalton: I think that's pretty impossible, dad he chuckled lightly

James: A warm chuckle escaped him Perhaps. But as close to as possible then. He nodded at a toilet stall I better, before your mom gets tired of waiting.

Dalton: He nodded agreeing Don't get lost

James: He chuckled again

Dalton: I'll see you guys later he smiled brightly, then walked towards the door, but just as he opened it, he turned around, looking at his dad with a soft smile Hey dad!

James: Mh? He smiled warmly at his son

Dalton: Thank you.

As the concert was almost over and it was time for the last song, a sweaty but happy Dalton smiled wide at the audience from the chair behind his piano

Dalton: Alright guys, we'll play one last song. But thank you for tonight, you've been marvelous! He smiled cheekily and chuckled, quickly sipping his beer before starting to play and audience favorite

Raven: He smiled soft as he observed Adrian Well aren't you a smitten kitten?

Adrian: Whom had been lost in observing Dalton with a sheepish smile, instantly snapped out of it and glared at Raven

Raven: He chuckled amused No one heard me, relax.

Adrian: …… unamused

Raven: He chuckled lightly Alright… give me a kiss, it will throw anyone off the scent!

Adrian: He glared harder, but couldn't help but chuckle, then slowly leaned in. Truth is, he had wanted to kiss Raven for hours, so why not grab the opportunity. Surely everyone else were too busy with the band to notice?

Raven: He sighed relieved as their lips met, he had missed Adrian, now that he had gotten busy with Dalton. But he had been determined to be patient, and wait for his turn. However, now that he finally got a taste of Adrian again, he couldn't help but grab Adrian by the chest of his shirt, and demandingly pull him deeper into their kiss

Adrian: He moaned soft and surrendered, no protest. He had missed Raven too.

As the concert ended, they spent about an hour to pack up everything in the band van and try to figure whom would drive with whom. Malou decided she wanted to go home, she was tired, and ended up tagging along Willow and Ezra who happened to walk by and was heading in that direction anyway. The band was impatient and drove off. So left was a quite tipsy Dalton, a sober Raven, a slightly tipsy Adrian and Dalton's parents, whom had also had a couple beers too much

Adrian: I'm more than fit to drive.

James: nonsense! We'll just call a cab, I'm sure they will be fast.

Adrian: He grunted irritated It's winter, and it looks like it's about to snow again any minute!

Raven: How about I drive us all? he smiled soft at Adrian

Adrian: He squinted suspiciously at Raven, but slowly handed over his keys Fine.

Dalton: He chuckled lightly and nodded at Adrian's car Mum! Dad! Get in!

Una: She chuckled lightly

Adrian: James, you can sit in he front with Raven, the rest of us will take the backseat, that way there's more than plenty space for everyone's legs.

Dalton: He observed the whole scenario with a cheeky grin, oddly proud of Adrian for taking charge like that, then quickly got into the car, so he sat between Adrian and his mom Mum, can you get in on your own? he chuckled lightly at her

Una: Yes, my dear she smiled warmly and quickly got in, closing the door after her

Adrian: You gotta slam it

Una: Oh?!

Adrian: It's an old car, you gotta slam it if you want it to close well.

Una: She quickly opened the door again

Adrian: Don't be afraid, it can handle it*

Una: She chuckled lightly and slammed the door

Adrian: He nodded approving

Raven: He smiled at Adrian in the mirror Is everyone alright?

Adrian: He nodded confirming

Raven: He nodded back then started the car and slowly drove off Which direction?

James: He quickly explained their address and what road would be easiest this time of year

Raven: Got it he smiled warmly

They drove for a short while, then Adrian started noticing Dalton got closer and closer

Dalton: He suddenly brushed his fingers over the back of Adrian's hand, trying his hardest to be stealth about it

Adrian: Felt himself blush lightly, keeping his eyes planted towards the front of the car, making sure James who had been very busy observing them all day and evening, weren't once again keeping an eye on them

Dalton: He chuckled cheekily, clearly amused by Adrian's reaction, simultaneously doing it because his soul was screaming to be close to Adrian, but also simply wanting to tease him

Raven: He noticed too, from the rear view mirror and chuckled amused Una, James he spoke in a warm, inviting voice would you mind if I drop Adrian and Dalton off first? he slowed down the car at a crossroad it's only a slight detour if I turn down this road right now?

Adrian: He squinted at Raven, afraid Dalton's parents would get suspicious It's completely fine, just drive the

Una: No no, you both look tired, I just wonder if we shouldn't drop Dalton of at home, with Malou? She smiled hopeful at her son She's such a nice girl Dalton, and finding her has been very good for you. You've come alive again, and you're much happier, don't waste an opportunity like that, son.

Dalton: I'm not, mum he chuckled amused and cheeky

James: Lightly clearing his throat

Raven: Amusement intensifies

Adrian: He sighed deep and looked out the window, trying to pretend he was no longer in the car

Una: I didn't even see you two kiss tonight, I'm worried if you're already ruining it for yourself. Dalton, I know you're scared of starting over, but she seems exactly like a dream girl, if you ask me. Isn't she what you've always wanted and looked for? Don't tell me you're still scared, and you'll let that ruined it for you she sighed light and concerned do you want me to talk to her?

Dalton: No! he burst out a chuckle no mum! I don't want you to talk to her! Everything is fine between Malou and I, please don't worry. But we're still just getting started, there's no need for rushing, is there?! he chuckled again

Una: I just worry about you she sighed again you've been so alone, and now that love is finally here, and compatible, I wish you would take it more serious.

Dalton: Who says I'm not?! he sat up more straight, grinning wide and cheeky at his mom, looking like straight up trouble, as if he was about to do something stupid

Una: Are you though?

Dalton: His grin only grew wider

Raven: Watching with great anticipation

Una: …..

James: ……

Adrian: No longer existing

Dalton: Still grinning

Una: …..

James: He groaned softly and rubbed his nose bridge Una, I think it's up to Dalton whom he dates. As long as it's someone who treats him right, I don't think we have much to say in whom he chooses, right?

Una: But yes, of course she threw her arms towards the ceiling and sighed I just want him to be loved by someone right for him this time, not someone who's going to break his heart every month, and go about not knowing if she truly want him or not.

James: Or he…

Adrian: Max level cringe

Una: What?

James: Or he….

Dalton: He shrugged lightly, his grin growing even more cheeky, as he by now also started nibbling on his pointing finger secretive

Una: She shook her head lightly what's going on? You look very mischievous?

Dalton: Oh well, you know he shrugged casually but kept the smirky grin

Adrian: By now he was watching Dalton, his heart pounding harder, his temperature rising, finding himself head over heels with Dalton's cheeky look and playfulness

Raven: Still observing from the mirror, by now slowly turning it, so James also would be able to follow, if he wished

James: He took the hint and watched the mirror with a lifted eyebrow

Raven: Starting to wonder if he would get away with dragging popcorn out of the thin air

Dalton: Cheeky smirking, finger nibbling combo, driving Adrian nuts

Adrian: Oh for crying out loud! he wanted to grab Dalton and kiss him, but in a split second chickened out and in a rush got out of the car, lighting a cig, taking a huge drag as he stepped several meters away from the car, sighing deep into the cold night air

James: Maybe we should

Dalton: Hang on he quickly dragged himself over the seat and got out, closing the car door behind him, quickly walking up to Adrian what's going on?

Adrian: I thought we were supposed to wait telling everyone?

Dalton: Yes… and I still want that…. but…. they are my parents, Adrian…. he sighed soft and looked a bit more serious by now I don't like that my mum worries like that. It's hard that I can't just put her at ease.

Adrian: He nodded softly and thought about it for a short moment …. and it would put her at ease if she knew you are dating a guy?

Dalton: I don't thin they care about that, I mean they never cared about sexualities… beside my dad made this speech in the toilet earlier he chuckled amused he's definitely onto us and made it clear I could always talk to them he sighed soft and shrugged, observing Adrian, longing to kiss him… touch him….

Adrian: And what about a poly relationship? Would they understand that?

Dalton: He shrugged again I don't know? But they are very open minded people to begin with, so I'd like to think they would, but there's only one way to really find out… he hesitated a couple seconds, then slowly reached out and grabbed Adrian's hand, squeezing it lightly no one says the rest of the world has to know yet… I still prefer to keep it private for a while.. but I think my parents need to know, they have worried about me for years… it's not fair

Adrian: He sighed soft, contemplating what the next move should be

Una: Observing the boys, squinting her eyes

James: smiling warmly as he also observed them

Raven: Still contemplating air popcorns

Dalton: I love you he then spoke, in a soft, lowered, warm tone, stepping closer to Adrian

Adrian: A soft smile tucking at his lips I love you too.

Dalton: He smiled a bit wider, gazing deep into Adrian's eyes for a short moment, then leaned in, kissing him tenderly

Adrian: He sighed relieved and returned the tender kiss, pulling a bit in Dalton's hand, to pull him slightly nearer

Una: Her eyes got wide

James: He chuckled lightly as he observed his wife

Una: ….. well she quickly looked at her husband

James: He shrugged lightly

Una: Did you know?

James: a warm smile spread on his lips I had a feeling…

Una: …. Okay she nodded lightly well I suppose we don't have to worry then?

Raven: He's a good man. He paused … I know you don't know me he turned so he could face the two of them at the same time so I'm not sure how much you will value my words. But whether you value my words or not, doesn't take away from the fact that Adrian is a really good, kindhearted man with a huge heart. And he loves your son very much. And without speaking too much on other people's behalf, it appears your son loves him just as much. I don't think you have anything to worry about, when it comes to Dalton finding a love he deserves, because he already did. Or rather, it found him.

Una: She nodded lightly, a small smile turning her mouth upwards

Dalton: He sighed softly as he pulled away from their kiss, giving Adrian's hand another light squeeze before he let go Are we alright?

Adrian: He nodded softly We're more than alright… thank you.

Dalton: His face lit up How about we get home then? I can't wait to be alone with you… I just want you all to myself by now.

Adrian: He nodded confirming Yes, please!

[doomdays]

henry wishes that he could settle this the way they used to be able to calm each other down  ---  hand in hand,   forehead to forehead,  sitting in silence until their breathing was in sync and calmed,   and they could relax to the reminder that they were here together.  that used to make henry feel so safe,  convince him that the world outside wasn't that bad after all,  because how could it be?   if a man as beautiful as adrian existed  --  so full of love and life --- then how could the world really be that bad?   

he's trying to keep his composure now,  to rid himself of the emotions he long ago buried so he won't falter now.   but it's hard,  sitting in front of him,  pretending like he isn't still heartbroken over the choice he made himself to let adrian go.   he no longer had the time to be the boyfriend that adrian deserved,  he didn't want adrian to feel obligated to take care of a baby so suddenly,   and mostly  -- henry needed to know that he could handle this.   he needed to prove to himself that raising a child was something he was more than capable of doing all on his own,  because after his mom passed,  he was all sam had.   he was a brother,  a father  --  and he hadn't prepared to be his sole caretaker,  but now he was.   he needed to know he could do it. 

he can.   he's still trying to convince himself of that,   but he can do it.   that doesn't mean he wants to be alone,  either.   it doesn't mean he has to give up his entire life for sam   (   when that kid grows up,   deep down,   henry knows sam won't want that for him,   the same way henry never wanted his mother to give up her own personal life to raise him when she was suddenly all alone in it.   )   what he really wants,   what he's always wanted,  is to have them both,  these two important people in his life that he wants to take care of and love and cherish.   he just can't shake that it feels wrong,   that he can't put all this on adrian ---  and he knows that's not fair either,   not asking his opinion,   he's just to stuck on the fact that adrian is good,  adrian never seemed to hope for kids himself,  and henry has always wanted to respect that,   not put him in this position.

henry can say all this,   that adrian could've showed up at his doorstep at any time and it wouldn't be fine,   but he knows it's not as simple as that.   he tried so hard to shut everyone else out of his life,   claiming he can handle it all on his own,   ridding himself of the things that made him feel like himself,   too focused instead on the new life brought into this world under his care.   his jaw clenches when he hears that he was pissed;   he had every right to be,   and henry was always on edge,  waiting for some inevitable fight to come,  but it never did.   he hates that he had to deal with that anger alone  ---  and he hates that he was the cause of it.   he hates,  too,   that all he can think about is that kiss now.   he can't help it,  the way his eyes dart down to adrian's lips now,  out of pure instinct.   he can pretend he's over adrian,  pretend their break up was for the best ---  but he can't pretend he isn't still drawn to him,   nor that he's not still in love with him.  their break up was never about falling out of love.  that only seems to make all of this that much harder.

❝  no,  ❞    he mumbles,   closing his eyes for a brief moment before he shakes his head.   ❝  no,  i mean,  you're right.   you couldn't.   you show up at my door,  i let you in,  you're right.   you would've wanted to kiss me,  and i---   ❞    he sighs.   ❝  fuck,   i would've wished you would,  ❞    he admits,   bringing his hand up and pressing his palm into his forehead for a moment.  the irony isn't lost on him now,  how they're talking in past tense,  and yet --- it feels so relevant to here and now,  how he's desperate for a sign from adrian that tells him to come closer,   no matter how much of a bad idea it seems   (  maybe that's just in his head,  though.  )    ❝  you're not selfish,  adrian.   i mean,   shit,   you're the least selfish person i know.  i DO blame myself.   i pushed you away,   and i ---   i thought that was what was best.   for both of us.  ❞    he takes a deep breath,   trying to calm himself down.   ❝  i guess i  .  .  .    i thought when i did that,   i could focus on sam.  you could focus on you.   and we'd still be friends somehow,   but that was fucked,   wasn't it?   yeah,  i know it was.   we can't just be friends.  fuck,  i knew that,  ❞     he mutters.   he knew it,  and yet he convinced himself that it would be okay,  that adrian would still be in his life.   it never made sense,  but it was how he got himself through it  ---  by lying to himself.

the tears that have formed in his eyes finally fall the moment adrian calls him an asshole --  not because he's offended,   but it's clear there's some kind of breakthrough here,   even though he doesn't really know where this is supposed to lead.   he still has his own rules,   all the while still in love with him  ---   he's not sure where that leaves him now.   he just knows he can't think about adrian walking out that door and potentially never speaking to him again.    a small smile starts to tug at his lips,  mind in overdrive,  even more now that he sees adrian's hand so close   (   yet it still feels like a crime to take it himself.  )    

the smile fades quickly again.  adrian deserves the space to say all of this,   and henry deserves to have to hear it,   having argued with himself for so long about it.   but when his confession is corrected to present-tense,   henry feels his stomach drop,   his hand clenching instead of reaching for his.  

he wishes it was as as simple as saying, ' i love you too,'  grabbing his hand,   and putting it all behind them.

❝  i never doubted the way you loved me,  ❞     he says quietly,   his eyes staring back at him despite the way it hurts,   despite the way it only urges more tears to fall.  ❝  the way you---  ❞   a breath.   ❝  love me, ❞   he corrects.   because he feels it here now,  too,   this passion in the anger.   of course he can feel it,  and it terrifies him,  surprises him,  excites him,  confuses him --- he's too overwhelmed thinking about it.   ❝  i meant it.  okay?   what happened between us,  it wasn't about you.   wasn't about thinking you weren't enough.   wasn't about not loving you enough,   because,   fuck,   that's not---  i'll always love you,  ❞    he insists,   his jaw trembling as the words come out and he continues to force himself to look him in the eye.   ❝  this is  .  .  .  ❞     he takes a moment to glance back at sam,   eyes lingering there for a moment before he turns back.    ❝  it's a lot,  man,  you know?   and there's nothing i love more than him.   but---  but you and i  .  .  .   we were solid.   i was afraid of messin' that up anyway,   making you feel like you were just stuck.   and i know,   yeah,   i know that was up to you,  not me,   but ---  ❞    

it's not even a conscious action,   he just lets his instincts take over,   reaches for adrian's hand to hold gently as he scoots closer.   ❝  but i didn't want you to end up resenting me.   so ---  so i fucking ended it,   because it just felt like that was going to hurt a lot less.   but it didn't.   it didn't.  ❞    his free hand moves up to quickly wipe a tear away from his cheek before he goes on.  ❝  because i still love you,   and i can't fucking---  can't get over you,   and i stopped wanting to a long time ago.   this is  .  .  .   hard.   all of it.   wondering if i'm doing enough for him,  or myself,  and thinking i couldn't be enough for you too,  it's just--- ❞     he's speaking faster now,  trying to let it all out quickly,  all the while squeezing his hand a bit more desperately than he realize.   ❝  i'm sorry,   adrian.   i don't know what i'm fucking doing,  ❞   he settles on. 

he can't help but feel pathetic as he sits here, sniffling and sniveling and trembling. never once in his life has adrian felt guilt for his emotions— but he feels a rush of it now, only deepening as the same thought continues to replay: i wish henry would touch me. a soft brush of a hand, a finger wiping away his tears, an arm across his shoulders — adrian feels every inch of him screaming for something, and it makes him feel horrible. he knows it's obvious, in the stiff way he holds himself, the way he can't help but shift his gaze towards henry, from his eyes to his mouth to his hands, remembering all the moments they've shared: holding hands in the dark, giggling because of nothing, sleepy kisses as the sun began its slow crawl across the dawning morning sky. how do those memories seem to be from another life? they feel more like words on a page, scenes from one of the films projected with the ancient equipment cobbled together by the community, to preserve art, some of the old timers would say wistfully. as adrian reflects on those years with henry, they come filtered through static like the movies, worn and aged like crumbling photographs.

is it the same for him? or does he remember adrian with more clarity? do the thoughts make his mouth and fingers ache with desire? maybe he should ask; maybe he could. henry invited him in, after all, to sit on the couch where so many memories were made — does he see the ghost of them together, too?

tangled limbs and eyes half-lidded, battling off sleep so that they could simply look at each other a moment more.

it all seems to come into sharper focus once adrian's confession lingers in the air. a glimpse around the room, and he sees an imprint of them everywhere: huddled together reading books and comics, trading off to read chapters aloud; laughing in triumph as the CD player adrian scavenged did work, despite being water-logged; dancing together, uncertain feet out of sync, but did it matter, when it meant they could be so close?

adrian doesn't seem to notice that his breathing slowly becomes more controlled, softer, as he loses himself in these thoughts.

but his eyes are still red and raw as he looks at henry. with a twitching mouth, a heaving chest, he forces out a hard exhale, shaking his head, the disagreement automatic. “no, i can't.” the words come a little hollow, unsure, but then he breathes in, long and deep, and exhales with a growing strength. “i couldn't just — come talk to you. because i was hurt, and then pissed, but even with all of that, i...” he laughs bitterly, teeth flashing, but the smile has no warmth. “i'd just want to kiss you. i wouldn't, i won't, you know that, at least, i hope you do — but that doesn't change that i'd want to. and it doesn't feel fair. maybe that makes me selfish. but — you can stop blaming yourself. because it was all me.”

he doesn't know if that's true. maybe they should both shoulder the responsibility equally — but henry already has so much to carry. looking around, seeing sam, the look on henry's face — most of adrian's anger dissipates. because — of course he'd choose his brother over adrian. he should. how can he fault him for that?

but it doesn't fully ease the hurt, the soul-deep pain that throbs in his chest.

there's still the urge to flee — but it's comforting to be near henry, even if they're still so far apart. he can't give this up yet, even if it hurts, every word like a needle piercing his skin — and some, more like a knife. i fucking miss you. adrian feels his mouth suddenly dry, a feeling like static in his head — but he's grateful for it, in some sick fucking way.

“jesus christ,” he breathes. adrian blinks, presses a closed fist to his heart, and before he can register it, he barks out a laugh. "you miss me.” he repeats it, savors it, and this time, the smile that sparks to life is genuine. “you're an asshole.”

the last word catches in his throat; even playfully, he can't commit to it. he can only look at henry, gaze soft, his hand absentmindedly resting in the void between them — hoping, subconsciously, that henry will take it.

the smile doesn't last, however, twitching into a thin line as henry continues. adrian drops his eyes, sinks his teeth into his lip, then replies, quietly, “that wasn't your decision to make for me. you should've talked to me, henry. i mean, i knew, i — i knew.” he repeats it desperately, as if he thinks henry won't hear him or understand. “i would've done this with you. and it fucking hurts that you, what? think i wouldn't have? that i'd have — left?” his voice rises slightly, and adrian cringes, mouth twisted to a grimace. “i loved you. i — i love you. and i would have helped. i'm sorry for whatever i did that made you think otherwise.” @doomdays

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What would a family comprising of Darius, Adrian, Hunter and Bria be like? I’m very curious mostly so that I can contemplate how they came to be a family for the purpose of possible AU ideas.

I was about to give some backstory for Bria and Adrian and how they all just become family actually xD

It's such a fun idea of Darius and Adrian bringing their own kids(who weren't even their before xD) into their relationships xD Adrian will have to learn how to get along with Hunter and Darius will do the same with Bria!

Bria was kind of a suprise for Darius xD They knew they will take in Hunter and then some time later Adrian brings this girl he claims he adopted??? Also yeah, in this one Bria is an orphan practically her whole life xD One of the reasons she is so used to using people, she fought her way in orphanage hierarchy by brute force and sweet talking xD And then Glandus happened with it obsession with power xD

Adrian giving Darius heads up: She is like me!

Darius: Oh Titan.

XD

And they are, it's fun how similar they are! They put a mask of a charming sweetheart/some other role when they need something and will force their way through if it fails with no hesitation.

Bria had no respect for Illusion magic(she had some after Gus, who she is still mad at) but she still can't really snap at Head Witch when she accidentally stumbles onto him. Word after another and he suddenly complimentes her?? Praises her acting skills and how he would love to have anyone even half as good as her?? She wasn't used to it, when people learn how she acts, they are usually upset or mad. No adult ever praised her for this!! She won't admit that it made her happy!

And this is somehow became their thing, he would gladly teach such a naturally talented actor and Bria suddenly finds herself enjoying acting without a goal to lie to someone.

Once she dropps she is an orphan without any meaning. Usually she was using orphan card to get sympathy, she doesn't remember her parents, so she isn't torn about it. But she didn't want pity from Adrian!! She felt annoyed at herself for slipping like that! And suprisingly Adrian doesn't give it to her. He just takes this as a fact about her, no mocking and no pity.(esp in basilisk au, like you have to try to gain sympathy from him without him getting 'oh boo-hoo' xD). This makes her happy too.

And then LR happens and Adrian doesn't show up to their meeting and Bria tries to convince herself she doesn't care. And when he does he is too tired to act cheerpy and she doesn't push it.

And then DoU happens and everything is a mess and Bria is panicking with everything that happened with Emperor and Coven Heads and one specific Coven Head she can't get news about!! She can't even deny now how much she worries! She doesn't remember her parents faces but she remembers the feeling of being abandoned. It feels like that right now!

Then Adrian finally shows up to her orphanage after he somewhat recovered and Bria is SO angry because how DARE he put her through all of this! She is kicking him with no real force and then crushes in a hug!! One of the nannies asks if they know each other? And then Adrian looks all lost and confused at Bria hiding her crying face in his shirt and blurts if he can adopt her! XD Everyone are shocked, including Adrian xD he became too soft curse you darius with your dad pheromones and you being all mushy with that cute kid of yours! Bria didn't even know how to call Adrian before, not a friend, not really. Maybe mentor? She just felt lighter after their meetings! And now she can have a label for this??

Later she realizes literally no one was prepared for this, but she doesn't care, she feels giddy. She will totally sweet talk her other dad. And her sudden older brother, who is older for like a year(and Adrian asks to be nice to him??? wtf xD) xD She is also excited to have so much personal space!!

...

Oh wow I actually wrote this whole thing!! Hope you don't mind for dumping this all in your ask, anon XD

[movienotesbyzawmer]

April 26: Rocky V

(previous notes: Rocky IV)

A fifth Rocky movie if you can believe it! I saw this in the theater when it came out in 1990. My movie appreciation had become exponentially more sophisticated since the previous movie, but I remember thinking that they were going for something less formulaic when they came out with this. They even brought back the Oscar-winning director of the original Rocky, John Avildson. And surely this character was way too old to still be able to win fights against professional boxers, right? I must say, I don't remember what the story of this movie is.

The intro does a brief throwback to the original name-scroll-plus-fanfare, but now we're showing a recap of the previous movie's final fight during the credits, which promise an appearance by no less than Burgess Meredith.

Do you think there was a conversation where Sylvester Stallone condescendingly told Avildson, "hey, trust me, start the movie with three and a half minutes that is just the end of the last picture, easy money baby, cha-ching ya know?"

The story begins immediately after the Battle of Cold War Symbolism, and we see that he is experiencing physical trauma as a result of Soviet Boxing Technology.

Then we see that they had the idea to introduce a Don King-type character, a really irritating boxing promoter blindsiding him in public to get on his case about a new challenger. Do you think the promoter character will have a nuanced arc.

After a chill father-son catch-up chat, there's an awkwardly-blocked expository scene about how Paulie made some stupid mistake and got tricked into signing away millions of Rocky dollars to a sinister accountant. And then he goes to the doctor who tells him he has irreversible punch damage and can't fight any more. Conflict is looking dire. Do you think Robot Character will arrive soon to cheer us all up.

After selling all of their possessions at an auction, Rocky goes to his old hangouts. He leaves the corner bar looking defeated. They don't show how he was defeated in the bar, but that bar clearly humiliated him.

Then he goes to the old gym, and here's where we have a flashback scene of Burgess Meredith giving him a pep talk. It's kinda nice. But it still feels like we're at the point in the story right before the tide turns and suddenly Rocky is inspired to become supernaturally good at boxing once again. But that's not gonna happen; we're just twenty minutes into the movie.

Rocky has to move back into his old neighborhood. It's dirty and run down, and people gawk.

0:32:00 - For the third time in this movie, Rocky tries to charm his family with a LOOK WHAT I PULLED OUT OF YOUR EAR gag. The characters are barely charmed by this gag. We, the audience, are way way way less charmed.

Fake Don King is buzzing around a lot. He is a dick and he is annoying to every single person alive. It's effective at driving the conflict because he is so persistent at needling Rocky into maybe fighting. But the acting is cringey. Kinda the point, though, right?

Just like that, the old gym where we saw the flashback, which was abandoned and run down, is open for business and full of people. How did that happen?

0:43:30 - Okay now it is me - Zawmer! - who is about to be an unappealing bad guy because I must now report how little tolerance I have for this scene with two child actors. Rocky's son, who got bullied at school earlier, is having his first maybe-we-fancy-each-other conversation with a girl. The dialogue has no chemistry with these kid actors.

I should mention that there is a character named Tommy Gunn. He is a spirited young boxer who has found Rocky and wants Rocky to help him. He is bemulleted and earnest and good-punch-y.

Rocky is going to manage Tommy, but his son wants some attention. Feels like an artificially manufactured conflict. Plus the dumb bullies at school beat him up again. It is hard being the newly-poor child of Rocky Balboa.

0:53:25 - I probably wouldn't have caught this if I hadn't watched the first movie kind of recently, but we cut to a fight, Tommy is fighting someone and it's in the same church that started the first movie. He wins that fight and it becomes a montage of Tommy becoming increasingly successful under Rocky's coaching, plus there is evidence that Rocky's son is trying to get his dad's attention by using some of the gym equipment.

It does seem like it would be fun to make boxing-improvement montages.

Oh, the kid learning boxing was so he could get back at the bullies. Mission accomplished but he clearly thinks his dad was supposed to be even nicer about that, even though he was kind of nice. But he was in the middle of something with Tommy, I mean, come on!

Ooh, and that was just a brief interruption in the boxing-improvement montage, it keeps going. This movie is pretty generous with fun montages.

The falling out scene between Rocky and Kid is not better than a similar scene in an after school special. And it's way worse than that one anti-drugs commercial we all remember, "I LEARNED IT FROM WATCHING YOU"

Oh, but then Kid runs away and starts hanging out with Ivan Drago! Drago starts teaching him how to beat up his dad, and says something about "If he die, he die". No. No he doesn't. That doesn't happen. I was just getting a little bored there. What's true here, what's actually true, is that Kid's increasingly rebellious personality has yielded a very, very stupid looking ear chain. It is an earring… with a chain hanging off it at the exact perfect length for no human being to think it looks good. The length of that chain is the chain-length equivalent of the amount of time that Talia Shire closes her eyes that one time.

A new conflict emerges where Tommy is going to sign with Fake Don King. It turns out Rocky had no interest in making any money. You can't blame him really. Rocky's all "don't sell out". But. Dude.

Okay so Tommy Gunn, having divorced Rocky and married Fake Don King, wins the title fight and becomes the new champion. The crowd boos, and they also cheer "Rocky". Rocky is not there. Rocky is watching the fight on TV in the basement and also punching a thing because he can't help it, but the crowd at the fight is like "Rocky" and "boo". I don't quite get it.

This press conference is kind of clearing it up, see, no one thinks it was a legitimate fight, it seemed fakey. There is pandemonium and insultation! It is clearly building to some silly insistence that he, Tommy, should fight Rocky.

Tommy shows up at the bar and he's hopping mad because he ain't nobody's robot and will you accept my challenge Rocky! Fake Don King thought this would turn into an actual arena event, but it's turning into just a back-alley fight like in that Fight-y movie about that Club.

It escalates thusly. As Rocky endures cinematically beautiful flashbacks to fights from earlier movies, they punch each other beneath rumbling trains. I sound mocking but some of it is pretty visually interesting.

Interesting enough to serve as an abstract explanation for how, once again, Rocky is supernaturally good at punch-game. It may be a street brawl this time, and we may have to do without Adrian closing her eyes Just So, but once again the Rocky movie ends with him winning the fight and everyone being very very excited about that. He punches Fake Don King because of how smarmy he is, and even the priest is delighted.

There is a denouement of Rocky and Kid bonding genially by the famous steps, and then the credits roll in front of touching stills from all five movies, and an Elton John song that didn't have as much cultural impact as some other songs we've heard recently.

I guess I like the montages and the quick cinematic choices that are to be found here and there in these movies, but mostly when I think back on them it seems like they are arrangements of familiar modules. In this one, the modules were held together with more flimsy material. I was wrong to think that this movie would be less formulaic. Soon I am done with this project. Soon. SOON.

[captainjanegay]

Where I’m Meant to Be | Stucky | Meet-Cute, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Kid Fic, No powers AU | Chapters 7/? | total 29k words | Ao3

Summary: Bucky is a single dad coming back from a work trip with a very bored, very whiney 7-year-old girl. A mysterious stranger with a kind heart and a notebook full of doodles comes to the rescue.

A/N: It's been... so long since I've updated this fic. I'm sorry but life got in the way and I couldn't bring myself to write anything. Here I come with apologies and hopes that you haven't forgotten about the adventures of Bucky, Alex and Steve. I'm gonna treat you with the longest chapter I've ever written (it's like 5.3k). I hope you'll like it, I got a bit carried away and my space-nerdiness is showing every now and then.

The chapters will probably come very irregularly from now on but I'll try my best not to have too long gaps between each update. I love you all and — as always — thank you so, so much for your continuous support. I cherish every single reader, every single like and every single comment you leave here :')

Chapter 7

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When Monday rolls around, Bucky faces New York’s chilly morning as he makes his way to work. It’s been only a few days since he got sick, but he feels significantly better now. His nose might still be stuffed and his throat might feel a bit scratchy, but he is mostly fine. No more coughing fits, no more fever. And it’s not like he could say no when his boss called him to check how he was doing and ask if he’d be able to come by before Christmas to do some required maintenance work.

But it’s fine, since the work at the Institute has slowed down, many people have already taken their days off for the Christmas break. It’s calmer than usual and Bucky can do whatever he’s supposed to do in peace.

It's a bit past noon and Bucky's mindlessly staring at the progress bar on his screen and enjoys his coffee. The peace and quiet — excluding his Christmas playlist playing in the background — is disturbed by the ringing of his phone. Slightly startled, Bucky looks around, searching for the device. After a quick glance at the screen, he answers the call.

"Hi, Buck!" Steve says, his voice soft and warm. "I hope I didn't wake you up or anything. Just wanted to check up on you, see how you're feeling."

"That's very sweet of you," Bucky says, his lips spreading in a smile. "And I'm fine, thank you. Currently waiting for the data backup to finish so you've disrupted my staring contest with the progress bar."

Steve doesn't appreciate the joke. Instead, he asks, "You're at work?" After receiving an affirmative hum, he lets out a slightly annoyed huff. "Why? You should still be in bed! Three days ago you've been barely able to get up for longer than 10 minutes. You should still rest, Buck."

"It's been six days ago, thank you very much," Bucky answers. "And I'm fine, Steve. I promise. I wouldn't come if I was still feeling sick, but the fever's been gone for a few days," two but Steve doesn't have to know that, "and I'm not coughing anymore. I'm as fit as a fiddle."

"I can hear you sniffle."

"It's the allergies," Bucky lies and that makes Steve laugh, although a bit exasperated.

"You're horrible," he says. "Bet you haven't even eaten breakfast or drink enough water or like... didn’t even wear a hat even though you’re sick."

"I did have a toast while I ran to catch the train. And now I'm having coffee for lunch. And it’s not even that cold."

An honest-to-God gasp escapes Steve's mouth after he hears that. Of course he's a Mr. Healthy Lifestyle, Bucky shouldn't even be surprised.

"How are you even functioning? You gotta take care of yourself, Buck."

Bucky's heart skips a bit. It's nice to have someone worry about him. Even if he's being dragged in the meantime. And it was nice when Steve took care of him and Alex back when Bucky was too sick to do this. Of course, he has people who do that. Clint, Tasha, Scott -- he can always count on them. But somehow it feels different with Steve. Steve hasn't been around for years like the others, he's known Bucky for just a few months and he still decided to offer his kindness and care. This thought made Bucky's heart do somersaults in his chest.

So did the fact that Steve had a nickname to Bucky's nickname. And he's been using it a lot. Bucky really likes it.

"I'm functioning very well, thank you. And so is Alex, because I'm not as hopeless in taking care of her, luckily," Bucky chuckles. Before Steve can't say anything, Bucky adds, "Besides, I've been able to survive 28 years like this so don't be overdramatic. No need to go all mother hen on me."

"Oh, you think this is overdramatic?" Steve asks, amused. "You clearly don't know what me being overdramatic is, pal. This is just some simple, friendly check-in."

"Okay, now I'm kinda curious," Bucky says. His cheeks hurt from smiling so much. "Hypothetically, what would one have to do to see what is Steve Rogers's definition of overdramatic?"

It makes Steve let out another laugh. "Careful what you wish for, Buck." It sounds like Steve wants to say something else but there's some noise in the background and his voice becomes distant and inaudible for a moment. When he comes back, he says with a sigh, "Sorry 'bout that. I need to go back to work. I'm glad you're feeling better but eat a proper meal or I'll hunt you down."

"Oh, so no mother hen anymore, were going straight to threats, okay." Bucky nods to himself and Steve huffs out a laugh. "Thanks for the call, Steve. It's very sweet of you. Have a nice day."

"You, too. Say hi to Alex from me."

"I will. Bye, Steve."

.

A small smile is still present on Bucky's face when a few hours later he's picking Alex up from school. It grows bigger when she runs towards him down the stairs, her haphazardly wrapped scarf fluttering behind her. He takes a moment to tuck it properly and then takes Alex's backpack from her.

“How was school today?” Bucky asks as they head home.

“Fine. We played soccer and I scored once!” Alex answers proudly. “Even Adrian didn’t and he’s very good. Maya didn’t want to play ‘cause she says girls shouldn’t play soccer.”

“Jokes on her, because we have a women’s national soccer team and they’re the best. They’re the world champions.”

A gasps escapes Alex’s mouth. “Really? That’s so cool! I want to be a soccer player when I grow up!”

“Not a ballerina, anymore?” Bucky asks, with a small smile.

“No, I’m gonna be a ballerina but I’m gonna play soccer sometimes, too. But that’s after I’ll fly to the moon!”

Bucky only nods and grins at her. He wouldn’t be surprised in the least if she actually pulled that off in the future. There weren’t many things that could stop her since she decided upon something.

“How’s space?” Alex asks, swinging their hands back and forth.

Bucky chuckles. It’s a bit of a tradition at this point. He doesn’t really remember how it started but now she never asks him “how’s work” but it’s always “how’s space?”. Personally, Bucky loves it. It makes him feel like he’s doing much cooler things that he really does.

“Pretty boring, sadly,” he admits. “Didn’t have much to do today and many people are on their breaks so no fun space facts to share today. I chatted on the phone with Steve and he wanted me to say hi to you.”

“Oh, is he coming over today?”

Slightly confused with the question, Bucky shakes his head. “No, he’s not. We just talked on the phone. Why?”

“I don’t know, I thought you liked Steve.”

“Well, I do. I like uncle Scott too but we don’t hang out with him every day, either. Steve has his own life and stuff to do, so we shouldn’t bother him all the time.”

Alex makes a small hum and Bucky’s not sure if it’s a dismissive or an agreeing one. After a moment, she adds, “I bet he wouldn’t mind though. He told me he really likes you.”

“What? When?” The revelation almost makes Bucky stop in the middle of the pavement. The biggest surprise is not that Steve likes him, Bucky has figured out this much after all those times they’ve hung out together. What really takes him aback is that apparently his daughter and Steve are having conversations about him when he’s not there.

“When you were sick and Steve went to ballet class with me. I told him he’s cool and I’m happy you have him so you’re not so lonely. And he said he thinks we’re really cool too and that he likes us a lot.”

This time Bucky slows down and eventually stops. There’s a furrow between his brows when he looks at Alex.

“Why would you think I’m lonely, munchkin? I’m not, I have you and mama, uncle Clint and Scott. And now Steve. I’m more than fine.”

“Well… Okay, maybe I didn’t mean lonely. But sometimes when you have a lot to do and you worry and mama or uncle Clint are busy you do this—” Alex furrows her brows and pouts, apparently imitating a worried Bucky “and you’re quiet and worried. And now you smile even more than you did. You smile all the time when you text Steve.”

For a moment, Bucky only gapes at her, not sure how to react. That’s a lot of information coming at once from his 7-year-old daughter.

“I’m— Well, I’m okay, even if I worry sometimes. And I couldn’t be lonely, having such a sweet little munchkin by my side,” he smiles, bopping her on the nose and getting a smile in return. “But thank you for caring about me, sweetheart. I love you to the moon and back.”

“And I love you to Jupiter!” she answers.

“But not back?” Bucky raises an eyebrow.

“Nah, it’s already so far away, it’s enough.”

The conversation with Alex stays in Bucky’s head for the rest of the day. It’s gnawing at him enough that before he goes to bed, he takes out his phone and calls Natasha.

“How’s my favourite co-parent doing?” she greets.

“Do you have any more co-parents?” Bucky asks instead of answering.

“Nope. That’s what makes you my favourite.” Bucky only sighs so she continues. “Did something happen? You’re usually in the mood for late night conversation when something’s on your mind.”

There’s no point in denying it since Natasha would see right through him. “It’s nothing bad. Apparently Alex thinks I’m lonely.”

“Well, she’s not wrong.”

“What? Tasha, no. I’m not lonely, where did you two get that idea?”

“James, it’s not my fault that you’re an idiot. I know that you have people who love you around. You know that, too. But I know and you also should know — but here’s the ‘idiot’ part — that it might not be enough sometimes. And I’m pretty sure we’ve had a similar conversation like a month ago, so I don’t know why you act all surprised now.”

“Remind me, why did I even call you?”

“Because I am incredible and you value my opinion like no one else’s and also you love me deeply,” Natasha explains dutifully. 

Bucky huffs out a laugh as he sits heavily on the side of his bed. His eyes land on the comic from Steve, still laying on Bucky’s bedside table, propped against the lamp. “Sounds fake, but okay.”

“Did our daughter have any more revelations for you?” Natasha asks.

“Well…,” Bucky hesitates for a moment. “She and Steve gossip about me when I’m not around. And apparently I’ve been smiling more lately. But that’s about it.” 

Natasha hums but even through the phone Bucky can hear that she’s rather amused. 

"What?" Bucky asks.

"I didn't say anything!"

"I can hear you laughing, just say whatever mean thing you're going to say and let's get this over with."

"I'm not gonna say anything mean! I was just wondering when we'd mention Steve in this conversation," she chuckles. "But really. Even your daughter can see that a relationship would be good for you. And that you like Steve a lot. Why not kill two birds with one Steve?"

Bucky sighs. "Because one Steve is also enough to kill this friendship we have."

"Why do you always just automatically assume that things will get fucked? It doesn't have to be the case. I'm serious, you'd better take a grip on yourself and ask him out or I'm back in three days and I'll do this for you. And I'll be as obnoxious and embarrassing for you as I can."

That's actually a pretty horrible threat. She would do that. And it would be both mortifying and horrible to experience for all the involved parties — maybe except Natasha. Bucky laughs, trying to imagine it, but the laugh is short-lived.

"Come on, Nat," Bucky starts after a moment, getting serious. "Steve is great and it's great having him around. But what if I make a move and he's not interested? I don't want to freak him out. Or remember that message I accidentally saw on his computer? He might be seeing someone already or be interested in someone else," Bucky pinches the bridge of his nose. "Plus, I know from experience that no matter how much he might seem to like me, a guy with a kid can turn out to be a bit much for people. I don't want to get hurt. I don't want Alex to get hurt. She adores Steve and I don't know if I can risk it."

"But I'm telling you, nobody's getting hurt anytime soon," Natasha chimes in. "You're overthinking, Yasha. Those are all valid concerns but you know what the counterargument is?" She takes a small break but she's not expecting Bucky to respond. "Steve's a good guy. He likes you. He likes Alex. He came to a primary school dance recital after knowing you for like a week just because you and Alex asked him to. Even if he doesn't want a relationship, it doesn’t mean that your friendship has to end. From all you've told me, he doesn't seem like the kind to trample on your hearts like this. Give yourself some time, but promise me you're gonna think about it, okay? And call me if you work yourself up into an anxious mess again, okay?”

“I will try not to be an anxious mess, but I’ll let you know. And I’ll think about it. Thanks, Tasha.” Bucky says.

“I love you no matter what, you dumbfuck. Bye.”

Bucky barely manages to say it back before she hangs up. He shakes his head with a small smile and retrieves his charger cable from behind the bedside table. As he plugs his phone, he accidentally knocks down the drawing from Steve. He picks it up, staring at the soft lines for who-knows-which time. His thumb gently traces the “Get well soon, Buck! x” scribbled at the bottom.

Looking at it, Bucky imagines the moment when Steve was writing it down. In his mind, he sees both Steve and Alexandra at the kitchen table, both leaning over their respective pieces of paper, focused on whatever they’re drawing. They are smiling, chatting about whatever common interest they’ve currently discovered. It’s a very nice picture. Enough to make Bucky’s heart ache.

Because Natasha is right. This is exactly what Bucky craves and what he’s been ignoring for years. That domesticity, that warm feeling one gets when looking at someone they care about. That happiness. He can almost imagine himself joining the picture he’s created in his head, walking over to that table and dropping a kiss first on Alex’s head and then on Steve’s, before he starts preparing the dinner. It feels right. 

Maybe it’s not usual to imagine this calm, family life with someone he’s not even in a relationship with. Most people probably think of tons of other things, things that are not so… settled. Not as serious. Sometimes they never reach this part. But Bucky has figured a while ago that it doesn’t really work for him. He already has a family. And this family means everything and more to him. If he ever was to date, he has to make sure that the person would fit into his and Alexandra’s life. He has to skip ahead to make sure it’s worth going through the dates and the passion and all the work a relationship requires, without it all ending in a heartbreak. But Steve… 

Steve fits so well into this picture, it scares Bucky a bit. Because this would be even harder to let go, if things didn't work out.

It's pretty clear, now that he allows himself to think about it, that he has some feelings for Steve. Besides the friendliness and sympathy, that is. They're the romantic kind and they're still fresh and shy but they're here. And Bucky has absolutely no clue how to deal with them. It's not even that surprising, he realises. Because how could he not catch feelings for Steve? For the kindest, most thoughtful and most selfless person in the world? For someone with his heart made of gold, who always knows how to make Bucky laugh? Someone who gets so passionate about the things he loves and just as much about the ones he despises? Who cares deeply, laughs with his whole body and who next to all this softness and kindness, is also a stubborn little asshole? Who — and this is the most important of all — adores Alex and whom she adores just as much?

Bucky's heart was a lost cause from the start.

Steve has a lot of qualities that Bucky would fall for if he looked for a partner. And that he accidentally might have fallen for anyway. And that's all without even mentioning that Steve is so ridiculously attractive that it might've skewed Bucky's view on beauty forever. 

The point is — Natasha is right. That this could be a good thing. They could be a good thing. But what they have now is already good and Bucky really values this friendship. He isn't sure if pursuing a hypothetical picture in his head is worth putting it at risk. Because he still can't be sure if Steve's interested. For what Bucky knows, he's kind and caring towards all of his friends. It doesn't mean that Bucky and Alex are special. 

He can almost hear Natasha's voice in his head, calling him an idiot and yelling that he won't know until he tries. Which is right, since Natasha always is. It doesn't help him stop the — partially excited but mostly terrified — somersaults his insides make. With a small sigh, he puts the drawing on its place by the lamp, flicks off the lights and burrows himself under the covers. He doesn't have to have everything figured out straight away. Letting himself even consider it is a big enough step for now, he decides as he drifts off to sleep.

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The next day is Bucky's last day at work before the Christmas break. He doesn't really have much to do, just finishing some last updates and dealing with whatever paperwork he was putting off earlier. Most of the time, he chats with Scott, who has been wandering aimlessly around the institute for the lack of work and eventually landed in Bucky's tiny office. They've been chatting about their Christmas plans — nothing too elaborate for both of them, just simple time at home with their families — and now they started discussing where they should go to grab some lunch. Just as Bucky almost convinced Scott that they should go to this sushi place down the block instead of the Italian place, there's a knock on the door.

Bucky sends his friend a confused look.

"It wasn't me," Scott raises his hands in defence.

"Come in," Bucky calls after another second passes. It's probably someone having a last-minute computer problem or one of his co-workers wanting to drop by with Christmas wishes.

Except, when the door cracks open, Steve's head pokes in. Its hair is messy, its cheeks reddened from the cold and its lips spread in a smile.

"Hi, Buck. And hi Scott, it's nice to see you again," he says. "I'm not interrupting?"

And because Bucky's brain is still processing the fact that for some reason Steve's come to visit him at work, Scott's the one who says, "Not at all, come in."

Steve hesitates for another second. Bucky's brain finally kicks in and he smiles which is apparently the invitation Steve needed, because he finally fully walks into the office.

"Hi, Steve. I didn't expect you here," Bucky says, his smile growing bigger.

"Well, you should. Because after our talk yesterday, I decided to bring you lunch," Steve says, proudly showing a big paper bag in his hand. "I told you you haven't seen shit, and especially not overdramatic me."

This makes Bucky laugh out loud as he shakes his head in disbelief. How is Steve even real?

Scott is watching them with a slightly confused but endeared smile on his face. Before anyone can say anything, he gets up from the chair, slapping his thighs as he does.

"Okay then, I'll leave you to it," he says, walking towards the door.

"There's plenty to share, if you want to join us," Steve offers, because of course he does. His gold-heartedness wouldn't have it any other way.

But Scott only shakes his head at that. "Nah, I'm in the mood for some sushi today. Thanks, though."

"Asshole," Bucky narrows his eyes at Scott. "I hope you'd choke on it."

His friend only laughs at that, "Enjoy your lunch date! It's been great to see you, Steve. Merry Christmas."

"You too, Scott. Say hi to Hope and Cassie from me."

With one last grin aimed at Bucky — and a very pointed look behind Steve's back — Scott leaves them alone. Bucky tries not to dwell on the fact that Steve didn't even bat an eye when Scott called it a lunch date.

"Why should he choke?" Steve asks with a chuckle.

"I've been trying to talk him into going to that sushi place for almost twenty minutes before you came," Bucky sighs and then notices that Steve is still hovering by the door. "Come on, take your coat off and sit down. I can't believe you've brought me lunch."

Steve shrugs off his coat and leaves it on the hanger by the door, next to Bucky's. Today he's wearing a maroon sweater that really suits him and a pair of dark jeans. He pushes his sleeves up before he digs into the bag and Bucky tries not to stare too obviously.

"Someone's got to make sure you eat, since after yesterday I've gotten an idea you're not good at it yourself," Steve says. "Guess it wasn't necessary. Sadly, I don't have sushi but maybe you're in the mood for Thai?"

"Depends on whether you've brought me the dumplings or not," Bucky answers.

Steve laughs in response and takes out one of the boxes and hands it to Bucky. "I did. I also have green curry for you? I hope I remembered correctly that you like it? If not, I'm sorry, we can switch—"

"Steve." Bucky says solemnly, placing his hand on Steve's forearm, to stop him from fumbling with the food. "You not only brought me food but you remembered my favourite after I mentioned it one time. You are an angel. You should hide it better, because you make us mortals look bad."

He's only half joking. Steve does seem like a higher being of some sorts and it's unfair that Bucky's poor heart is supposed to handle it. It doesn't do a great job. Especially not when Steve laughs, his eyes crinkle so much they turn into thin slits.

"And I am the overdramatic one?" Steve asks, unpacking the last things and finally sitting on the chair across from Bucky. He's still smiling but there's a blush colouring his cheeks and creeping down his neck.

Bucky bites the inside of his cheek to contain a grin but the truth is, he's immensely proud of himself for pulling this reaction out of Steve. To stop himself from saying something stupid, he digs into his food.

"By the way, how did you find me here?" Bucky asks, his tongue sticking out a bit in concentration as he fishes for a dumpling with his chopsticks. 

"Clara let me know where your office is, she was very helpful."

Bucky furrows his brows. The surprise makes him drop his dumpling back into the container. "Clara, as in Clara Oswald, our receptionist? How do you know her?"

"I don't. We've chatted for a few minutes and I explained why I'm here and she told me how to get to you."

"Ah, of course it took you about five minutes to charm her and get into a government building just like that," Bucky chuckles.

"I didn't charm anyone! I just politely asked and she helped!"

If it wasn't Steve, Bucky would take it as fake modesty. But the truth is that Steve really seems to be completely oblivious to the effect he has on people. It’s endearing to see him do this.

"So here's when you do your cool space stuff?" Steve asks, changing the subject.

"Here's when the real scientists come searching for help when there's some IT-related issue," Bucky corrects him. "I don't do anything cool. I make sure all the data is where it's supposed to be and that whatever equipment they need is ready and working properly. Or part of it, Scott's an engineer and he takes care of the rest. I do get to read some space facts first hand, though."

"That's still cool space stuff for me," Steve shrugs with a small smile. "What kinds of things are you researching here? Like some particular aspects of outer space, or—?"

Normally Bucky would just give the shortest answer possible. People usually get bored quickly when he starts talking about it. But something in the genuine interest on Steve's face, the way he is looking around the office — which is nothing special, the only nice things are the sky maps and some spaced themed art  — makes Bucky think that maybe Steve wouldn't mind getting the longer answer.

"Well, we mostly study the weather. Both the Earth's and the one in the solar system, like the solar winds and magnetic storms, stuff like that. We study exoplanets and try to discover or guess as much as we can about them," Bucky says. "I helped to create simulations that predicted how they could look like and develop, to see if there's a possibility to inhabit them. We did it by basically dumping all the data we have into an elaborate computer programme and waiting to see what comes out." Bucky laughs and Steve does too, but he has the look of utter fascination on his face as he listens. "And all this helps with some more down-to-earth stuff — pun not intended. Like, we've done tons of studies in climate change."

"That's—," Steve starts when he makes sure that Bucky's done. "All of this sounds incredible. And you're a part of all those amazing things, how great is that?"

Bucky feels that his cheeks start to burn. There's another reason he usually sticks with the short answer. As much as he's proud to be working here and as much as he loves it, the impostor in him always makes sure that he understands the difference between his work and the actual research, analysis and all the heavy lifting that the astronomers do. He helps, of course he does. He does a great job at it, but there's still a difference. And such praise usually makes him squirm uncomfortably.

"And don't even try to get all modest with me again," Steve warns as if he's been reading Bucky's mind. "You've said that you don't do cool space stuff and then admitted that you've helped to create a program to imagine how exoplanets can look and change. So I know you're full of bullshit."

Steve raises an eyebrow in what's supposed to be an unimpressed look but it's not even close. The smile and the curious, bright eyes that are stating right at Bucky are destroying the effect. The blush on Bucky's cheeks only deepens, especially as Steve adds. "I've been impressed before but— Wow. Really, you guys are doing such incredible things here, I can’t wrap my head around it."

"We really do," Bucky agrees, eventually.

The beaming smile Steve sends him feels like a reward Bucky didn't know he deserves.

"So you've always liked space? Or was it an accident that brought you here?" Steve asks.

"No, I've always loved it. It's just so fascinating and there's always so much more to learn about it," Bucky doesn't even try to hide his excitement. "I've never fully understood all the science behind it but I loved staring at the sky, trying to find all those constellations and planets and galaxies. I've figured a way to somehow connect it to what I was good at and make it my job. Which is amazing. But now I mostly stare at the computer screen instead of the stars. "

He doesn't want to sound ungrateful but he must admit that it does kill some of the fun. But not even the astronomers simply state up at the sky to admire the view.

Steve only nods in response. "Alex mentioned that you guys went on a trip out of town to watch the stars. It must've been great."

"We did! It was like… almost 2 years ago, I think? I borrowed one of those fancy telescopes they have here. I needed to pick Alex up every time, cause she was too small to reach it," Bucky laughs as he brings out the memories. "It was fun, we should do that again, sometime. But I don't have much time now, so it’ll have to wait."

"It does sound great," Steve smiles that soft smile again. "I hope you'd find some time as it gets warm enough for such trips. I bet Alex would be delighted."

"Yeah. I'll let you know if that happens, in case you'd like to join," Bucky says before he can think better of it.

There's more of the childlike excitement on Steve's face as Bucky mentions it so maybe it wasn't that bad of an idea.

An actual bad idea comes out of Bucky's mouth a bit later, just as Steve is getting ready to head out. Bucky's lunch break is long gone and forgotten, because it's been two hours that Steve spent here. He apologises for staying so long and the assurances that Bucky didn't have any more work to do doesn't help.

"I'm sorry for taking your mind away from your responsibilities, but it was great spending time with you," Steve says.

So of course, because Bucky's heart doesn't get any chance to regroup, he doesn't have time to think before he blurts out. "We should have dinner together."

It's certainly not something Steve was expecting to hear. He just stares at Bucky. Before he has a chance to say anything, Bucky continues, "I mean. You should come for dinner. Clint and Nat are always around for a dinner, sometime between Christmas and New Year's. If you don't have any plans, it would be great if you came. But it's okay if you can't or don't want to."

Another moment passes and Bucky tries not to squirm under Steve's gaze. Luckily, Steve finally blinks and smiles as he says, "No, Buck, of course I'd love to come! I don't have any particular plans, will probably hang out with Sam for most of the break but I'll have plenty of time."

"You could take Sam with you," Bucky adds. He desperately tries to regain the control of his own mouth. "It'd be great to finally meet him."

"I'll let him know, I bet he’d be happy to come, too. Thanks again for the invite," Steve smiles as he cracks open the door. With a little wave, he walks out of the office. "Bye, Buck. Have a nice day."

"You too, Steve," Bucky says to the already closing door.

When Steve's gone, Bucky exhales heavily through his mouth as he leans back in his chair. Both of his hands go up to thread through his hair, tugging at it lightly.

Apparently, he has a dinner to prepare.

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Hey -the self indulgent anon- there was a family emergency (but its all good now) (and I can't remember if I sent something like this already but oh well)

So about two years later aku and Liam find luca -and he is a wolf Demi-human- and basically the wolf tribe kicked him out for failing the coming of age ritual/challenge -which think like what they did in black panther but - as per tradition (cuz if you cant complete it your too weak or something)

and so aku and liam find him half dead and take him in and aku helps train him to be stronger. (And he Wields a sword because I said so)

and then we have prince kuro who is the heir to the cloud kindom and basically the angels and demons had made a truce and were going to be equals but some angels didnt like that and killed the king and queen and took over (and the bad angels broke kuros wings and chucked him over the side of the cloud kindom figuring it would kill him)

but aku stole like a bunch of books and kept stealing them over the years -mostly maps and history, gardening and like -those plant identity books so he doesn't eat something poisonous - and some docter type books from his 'parents' second library that they never use (because rich ppl lol) so he Was able to patch Him up.

and then aku got his story and promises to help him get his kindom back. -if he would stop trying to escape and go back , you 're already almost half dead damn it!-

so then Aku decided to head to this town That sells and trades goods to maybe sell his own stuff that he grew

And everything looks fine -lots of people coming to see what this town has ya know?- But the town ppl are like hella poor and most homeless because the person who owns the town -who also work under aku's 'parents'- are underpaying and overpricing everything. -Cuz like you need a permit to sell things And setup a stall and its expensive and then the person also takes a large cut if the sales that was made-

And aku is like....why is everything so corrupt? The wolf tribe? The cloud kingdom! Here?

-and this is before he finds out about what the noble are doing to the spell books and such-

So then he decides to do something about it and goes to a different town -or maybe a nobles house and sells an invention for a lot of money plus a royalty- And uses the money to buy the town from the current owner -but since he doesn't want His noble parents to know he's there he has Luca Do it under his name instead of aku-

So i haven't figured everything out about the restaurant.

But I'm thinking Aku kinda just makes normal recipes but better because they've been improved in his time -and also things from other countrys-

So like maybe pizza pasta sushi? And like condiments -like ketchup mayonnaise and things like that-

(which (free history lesson) ketchup Used to be a fish sauce and wasn't actually Made from tomatoes until the 1700s!)

And the recipes get really popular with the people who come to buy stuff so then the word gets out and more and more people come and like the town is becoming more popular then before!

And then he Makes a Better orphanage and ends up taking in a few Of the homeless kids: owen and voilet which are panda twins and maple who is a racoon) and gives them jobs.

-like maybe gathering the firewood Needed (I mean he doesn't exactly force them too but they wanted to help) And Helping with the cooking and he pays them for it-

Which is basically the start of aku slowly taking down all the corrupt systems

And then a little bit later aku meets an aracnia In the woods named Adrian who is fixing up a birds wing right?

And so they talk and Adrian wants to be a doctor but racism says no (and I haven't decided if I want arachnids to have like 6 spider like legs or 6 human arms but I'm leaning towards the latter) so aku -who now is the mayor of a town that doesn't really have a docter But has a bunch of medical books- is like "I have the perfect place for you"

Oh and I forgot so Adrian and kuro are oldests at around 17ish I think

And then aku is also 17 but the youngest off the three of them

And then Luca is about 15-16 ish

And liam is 15

And then the panda twins and maple are about 8-10 I'd say

(no worries! And you did already send this but this one has more detail so it's the one I'll respond to 😅 I just got caught up today and couldn't answer, sorry!)

First of all, loving the concept of the first step to ending corruption being opening a restaurant. That's just a god tier concept, well done 👌🏻

All of the rest sounds really good, too! A very captivating fantasy world you seem to have created! It sounds like you have a lot to work with! Even tho you mentioned it being more self indulgent, I would love to read something like this (and I have a feeling I'm not the only one)

If you have more to share, I will offer you the same thing I offered the other anon which is you can always DM me about your WIP if you'd like to talk about it more! These long asks can sometimes clog people's dashboards and it can be a little much sometimes 😅

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Could you do a au + trope + prompt for Adrian please au #1 trope #1 prompt #20 thank you

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AU: Roommates + Trope: Friends to lovers + prompt: "It's just so hard not to fall in love with you." From this list!

Note: in this piece they are younger, poorer and mortals because... Reasons 👀

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Warning: A little bit of angst but mostly fluff.

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"Yes, it can be done… Ok… Yeah…" Adrian headed from his bedroom towards the kitchen, his cellphone against his ear as Amy waved to him from the counter eating cereal directly from the box. She was his best friend and, for almost two years now, his roommate. She was funny, sweet, gorgeous, caring, smart and he had never had a bond like this with anyone before, everytime he started to date a new girl, he just couldn't avoid comparing them to Amy. It took him time to figure out why he did that but, after a while he realized the motive. She was the person he loved the most.

"Mr. Clean?" She silently mouthed, referring to his bald boss. Adrian nodded, smiling as she rolled her eyes, almost exasperated.

"Okay… See you in the office… Yes, I'll be there as soon as possible… Bye." He hung up and grabbed a clean mug.

"Why do you keep working for jerks? You are way smarter than that." She passed him the coffee pot.

"I don't know. Why do you keep dating them?" He mocked and she rolled her eyes again.

"Ass." She grinned. "Henrik is not a jerk." She grumbled, lifting one of her feet in the stall as Adrian forced himself to not stare at her long legs or the fact that she was only wearing a crop top and the tiniest shorts he had ever seen. Instead, he thought about Henrik. That asshole. Who could even like that name? He hated him. Not because of how disrespectful he was with everyone or his constant "mistakes" with other women, certainly that doesn't help, but no. He hated him because he was dating Amy and she deserved a lot better than him. "You should give him a chance." 

"Sure!" He took the cereal box beside her, brushing her arm unintentionally with his, ignoring the goosebumps on his skin. "I truly enjoy when people call me Alan."

"Oh, come on! That was one time!" 

"It was five times." He playfully pinched her side and she giggled. "In one dinner." He sat in front of her, smiling at her bed hair. "Speaking of dinner, you want Chinese tonight?" 

"I can't… Date night." She smile apologetically. 

Hours later, when the street lights were on and his boss had finally come to his senses, Adrian opened the door of the small two bedroom apartment. His first impulse was to drop his suitcase, tie and jacket on the couch and pass out on his bed until the alarm clock woke him up tomorrow to go to a job he hated with a boss he couldn't stand. But she would be mad at him if he did that. Especially with all those things on the couch.

He went towards his bedroom and threw everything on the tiny desk, put on a pair of joggers and a simple white t-shirt noticing, once more, how quiet the place was without her. He always missed Amy when she wasn't around and since she wasn't home yet, he supposed that her date with Henrik was going awfully well.

Adrian flopped on the bed, covering his face and sighing heavily through his hands, thinking once more if it would be a good idea to move out, find a new place and roommate, and have a fresh start. But the thought of not being able to see her everyday hurt him more than anything. At least, even if he couldn't be with her, he could be around her, just be there for her whenever she needed him. A knock on his bedroom door cut his trail of thoughts.

"Adrian? Are you awake?" He smiled.

"Yes Ames." She went inside and, in just a blink of an eye, she laid on the bed beside him, curling against his side as his arm sneaked around her shoulders. "How was your date?" He asked, ignoring the familiar little pain pang in his chest. She opened her mouth to talk but the only sound coming out was a sob. "Amy, what happened? Why are you crying?" He enfolded her in his arms, hugging her tightly as she pressed her head against his chest, trembling just a bit, and his heart jumped inside his chest.

"H-he dump me."

"What?!" His blood boiled inside him like hot lava, more anger than ever. He was sure that if he had super strength, he would be ripping off Henrik's throat right now.

"He… He told me that he got bored of me."

"I'm so sorry, Ames." His palm caressing her head, the most gentle touch, her body clutching even closer, the proximity making his breath catch in his throat. "He's just a bastard who doesn’t deserve your love or tears. You deserve so much better."

"I should have listened to you." Her head moved to his shoulder, observing him through the tears. "You tried to warn me so many times." 

"Don't think about that right now."

"But it's true!" Her browns knitted together with anger. "There I was, thinking like an idiot that he might propose to me or something like that and he was bored of me! He even had the balls to tell me he never loved me!" 

Adrian stood in silence for a moment. "You wanted him to propose?" His voice was a rasped whisper and his chest hurt as he tried to make the words sound normal.

"...No" She muttered, thoughtful. "I'm not even sure if I really cared about him… I just feel frustrated and used, like some broken toy that no one wants to love." She nibbled the right corner of her bottom lip, like she did every time she was stressed or anxious.

"Hey, those are nonsenses! You are the most lovable person I know." Her cheeks darkened a bit and a little smile lifted her lips. "It’s just so hard not to fall in love with you." His hand slipped from her hair towards her cheekbone, allowing himself to lovingly stroke her beautiful face for just a moment.

"If that was the case, you should be over your head by now!" She giggled, smiling. Adrian didn't answer, debating what he should do next, confess and risk losing her or keep his mouth shut and continue to be her friend, maybe losing the chance to finally be with her. "Adrian?" He turned to watch at her, a profound look in his eyes.

"Who said I'm not?" He murmured, so soft and yet so intense.

"What?" She sat up, observing him, a wave of emotions going through her face as she studied him. He sat up too. "Are you kidding?"

"No." His hand extended for a moment, as if to take hers, but finally fell to his side again. "I--"

"But…" She interrupted him, astonished. "But you never said anything! Why have you never said anything?" She started to walk to the living room as Adrian followed her.

"Amy--"

"How long have you been feeling this way?" Adrian had never seen her this agitated. 'At least she's not thinking about Henrik anymore.' He thought to himself bitterly. 

"Does it really matter?"

"It does! Of course it fucking does!" She said almost yelling.

"Why?!"

"Because I have had a crush on you since senior year in college and I thought you would never see me as more than a friend!" She crossed her arms avoiding his eyes. "Or roommate in this context." She muttered.

They stood there, watching each other silently until Adrian cut out the distance between them in a second, sweetly hold her cheeks and took her mouth with his, his lips almost moving on their own, desperate to feel her, to let her know how much she means to him, to know how she liked to be kissed, to be held, to actually know how it feels to touch her soft lips as his whole body melted against hers. Her mouth moved firmly and rich alongside his with equal desire, his hand lowering to her waist, flushing her against his chest, as hers grabbed his nape, pulling him even closer, encouraging him. He softly bit her lip and she let out a small moan, the most precious sound he had ever heard and that he was hoping to hear more often and louder. When they needed to breathe, he touched her forehead with his, gently caressing a small part of skin under her top.

"Ames?" She didn't answer. Her eyes were shut, her cheeks were flush and her lips together as her chest came up and down rapidly. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have--" She opened her eyes and placed her fingers on his mouth, her eyes fixed on his as her thumb delicately touched his lips until she sweetly held his chin and softly lowered his head down. Her face a breath away from his with the most brilliant and sweetest smile he had ever seen.

"Just kiss me." 

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