#like i'm SURE he could just.... disarm the guy or knock him out

[galaxy-fleur]

Replaying RE4R, and I am once again thinking of how Leon just straight up murders a guy the moment he attacks. Like yeah, sure, he lunged at him with a weapon, there is a bloody badge of an officer, things are sketchy to say the least, but still. It all happens so fast, I doubt he actually had the time to fully put two and two together quite yet.

And you can't tell me that Leon, a trained agent, just overestimated the power of his kick on accident. That ↓

Was a pretty much deliberate kick. What's interesting is that in the OG RE4, he at least tells the ganado to freeze a good couple of times (or maybe once, I don't remember the specifics, but my point still stands) before actually proceeding to harm him. Remake Leon, meanwhile... just breaks his neck without a second thought.

And his reaction right after makes it... pretty obvious, honestly.

There is no strong reaction there to offing an old man in his home. Now, granted, he hears a scream right after, so it's not like he has much time to stand and ponder over what happened! But the only thing he says right after is: 'This is not good.' And, yeah, true, but we do know Leon is capable of expressing some level of distress over something he finds disturbing, and he proceeds to do that literally a few minutes later once you start exploring the village. So really, it's an interesting scene and a very intriguing way of introducing this hardened version of Leon we'll be playing as.

I wouldn't be thinking about this as much if not for the circumstances surrounding it. Not like Leon is aware that this man is infected with anything. Up until the moment he gets back up, he could be just some disturbed, paranoid old man or something. And he did just walk into someone's house. He's an intruder here, really. But the moment danger presents itself, he eliminates the threat without a second thought.

I think it speaks volumes of the past 6 years that passed for him, and how they shaped him. We don't know much of Leon's job: what it entails exactly, what kind of work he does on the daily, how the entire structure operates. And before the events of RE4, it's not like he was a well-known agent, if I remember correctly. It's his successful rescue of Ashley that got him high in the ranks. His status as a Racoon City survivor didn't do that. Throughout RE4R, we see him regain his humanity through the connections with other characters, going from the cold, robotic way he caries himself at the start of the game, to the determined, emotionally-invested man we later see carrying Ashley to Luis' laboratory.

It's very neat to think about! And while we all love Leon for his kind heart and his drive to save innocent lives, he is more than capable of violence, and that's an aspect of him I wish was talked about more. That neck break was definitely not the first one for him, just saying.

[judasgot-it]

There Was Only One Bed

"We tend to get into these situations a lot, now, don't we? Shouldn't the hotel managers have known better at this point?"

Kaldo Gehenna Ver. Here

You and Orter had some sort of curse that had kept you working together for over two years now. Always, without fail, he would end up needing your help - last time it had been a flying mantacor, this time it was a violent unicorn who someone was keeping illegally in their home.

He can stop a violent beast from killing civilians but he couldn't stop property damage appearntly. That was too much work for him, it was just a 'clean up job' for a big and important guy like him. After all, he's the Desert Cane. That job was for the poor.

And for you.

You ran and kicked the back, watching him fold like a chair. He barely gave a shout, he merely stumbled and fell, his palms and knees scrapping against the cobblestone against your feet.

A laugh escaped you. Small revenge for that comment earlier.

”I'm about ready for a nap, I don't know about you.“

You stood over him, watching him search for his glasses. He was practically blind, his hand waving in the air as he searched for his lenses.

He looked pitiful, if only he hadn't said such a rude thing about your job earlier. But you gave him pity anyway, handing him his glasses back and watching as his eyes reappeared, giving you the meanest glare he ever had.

”What are you, an animal?“

He said this as he was still sitting on the ground, truly proper behavior from a stuck up who cared about the rules.

”No. But it's funny and you deserved it.“

You smiled, your face splitting apart in a shit eating grin.

“I don't think people deserve to be kicked.”

“They do when they insult others. You should try it sometime.”

Standing up, you offered your hand. Surprisingly he accepted it, pulling your down if only a little on purpose.

His grip was strong. It felt like he was trying to squeeze your bones out of your hand, and as if he were trying to pull you down with him. Payback.

"Let's go. I booked us rooms so we don't have to travel all night."

He stalked forward, walking ahead of you. There was a rush to catch up, your smaller steps having to leap in order to match up with his strides. He didn't acknowledge it, just nodding and continuing his pace.

What an asshole.

"How far is the inn?"

"Close. I'm not telling you."

Orter kept walking, his eyes focused on the path ahead of you.

"What? Why."

He scoffed, reaching around to flick your forehead. You dodged the onslaught, swatting his hand away.

"You would just kick me and try to get there first. Seriously, you don't have any respect for social decency."

Huffing, you tried to kick him again - your foot only made it halfway there until it was encased in a prison of sand.

Orter looked back at you, adjusting his glasses as his yellow eyes focused on your form. You could swear he was smirking, but it was wiped away in a second - maybe it was the glare you were sending him, who knew.

"Maybe you really are just an animal."

"Or maybe you're just an asshole!"

Stupidly, you pulled out your wand in hopes to cast a small spell at him. It was pointless, seeing as he had you disarmed with his stupid sand.

"You know we're in public, right? This just looks bad on your part."

Orter scoffed, letting you languish in his pile of inescapable sand if only for a little while longer. He reached over, gently hitting his knuckles against your head as he tried to physically knock some sense into you.

"Ow! What the hell!"

"I'm doing you a favor."

He gave a couple more knocks, as if it would make sure that you had some sense knocked into your head. You groaned, rolling your eyes as you felt his knuckles travel across your face, from your brow down to your cheekbones.

"What are you doing?"

You felt your face flush as his eyes traced your figure, golden eyes analyzing your form - it made you feel naked, and you could only escape by averting your gaze. His small huff of amusement made the feeling worse, your cheeks warming underneath his touch.

"Checking to see if you really have a brain underneath that skull. Seems like it's there, but I'm not sure."

There was no chance to retort as he dropped you roughly on the ground, leaving you to sputter and choke on offensive insults while he walked away, heading towards the hotel.

What an asshole.

-

This was a nightmare.

"Just take the bed, I'm not planning on sleeping anyway."

Orter looked at you with a straight face as he said this, pulling out a novel the hotel provided and tucking himself in a corner, as if that would be comfortable enough to be there for eight hours.

"Absolutely not. We can share, can't we?"

The bed was big enough for the two of you - maybe if you squeezed in, but you both paid for it, and it would be impossible to sleep knowing that there would be a man in the corner killing his neck while you laid down comfortably all night.

"I'm the man here. It's only proper that I allow the lady to take the bed."

"Excuse me? Are you really pulling that card right now?"

You took one of the pillows off of the bed, throwing it at the man. He seemed unphased, used to your outbursts.

What the hell was that about? Was he really going to treat you differently just because you were a girl?

"It's just the rules. I don't make them."

"Doesn't mean you have to follow them, ass!"

You slapped another pillow at his face. There was a struggle as he caught it, pushing you towards the bed and trying to subdue you - it had already turned late into the night, and your shouting was most likely disturbing the other guests.

It didn't matter to you. Orter deserved to be embarrassed.

Flipped him over, you tried to shove the plush cotton pillow over his face, struggling against his force. You felt him shift underneath you, his arms blocking your assault and preventing you from playfully suffocating him.

Your defense had been weak, perhaps too playful against your opponent. It was swiftly that he had worked to subdue you, his palm pressing against your shoulder while his knees worked against you, pinning you down against the soft bed.

The pillow was forgotten, with Orter merely staring down at you with his wasp-like eyes.

"This is rather improper of you-"

Growling, you threw your hand up, not really aiming for anything. It was with a shock that you felt your palm connect with his nose, and his weight fall against you as he took the hit on his face.

It was a moment later that blood began to drip down, making you cringe at the moment.

"Oh gods, I'm sorry."

Orter sat up, his hand attempting to cover the blood that began to drip from his nose. It was futile as it fell onto your shirt - the feeling was unpleasant, but you ignored it in favor of overwhelming guilt.

"Here. Um..."

There was nothing to aid him, besides your already soiled shirt. You handed the fabric to him, taking his bloody hands away from his face and trying to stop the bleeding that you caused.

He glanced at you, batting his dark eyelashes as he tilted his head down and ruined your shirt further. The fabric pulled against your ribcage as you both held it in place - at this point, it would be easier to take it off and hand it to him.

"fhanks."

"Thank you. For ruining my shirt."

"Is' nod my fauld' thad you hid' me." Orter's words were muffled by the shirt, and it was with a horrible ruttering sound, like an old rusty engine, that he tried to breathe in through his clouded and bloody nostrils.

Still ruining your shirt.

"You deserved it!" You deflected like it was breathing, "You're an asshole, manhandling me like that."

Drawing the fabric over your head, you shoved it in his face the best you could, still feeling his weight pinning you down at your hips. You would kick him if you could, but clearly, he had planned for this, not having moved from his position on top of you.

It took a moment to sink in the mistake you made, making eye contact with the man as he stared at you - making great effort to stay on your face and not look anywhere else.

He got off of you quickly, looking to the side and avoiding looking at you as if you had the plague. For once, you didn't shove his face for his perceived misdeed, instead taking the opportunity to cover your chest with the forgotten pillow, staring as Orter sat on the farthest edge of the bed, his warmth now sorely missed.

It had now gotten colder as it moved on in the night, no thanks to also having lost a shirt. There was nothing to say about that, as you would have to get up in order to get your day clothes - exposing yourself further to the man.

"Don't look at me." There was a crack in your voice as you said this, but you hoped that he would have been too distracted to really care about your state.

He glanced at you. The usual dull look on his face was painted red, his eyes wide as he turned away again, finding the floor much more interesting.

For once, he was speechless. No annoying taunts or a lecture about society - it was as if seeing your chest made him silent for once in his life.

Silently, he got up, his eyes still trailed downward. It was an awkward few minutes as you debated between getting up while shirtless and he struggled with forcing his bloody nose away with a pure force of will.

Despite being a double-liner, the man hadn't learned any spells to dispel such a pesty and annoying problem. How unfortunate.

It wasn't until a shirt was thrust into you direction were you broken out of your thoughts.

"Here. Sorry, just," Orter placed the shirt on your lap, turning to look back at the wall again as fast as he could "Take mine."

There was a long moment of silence.

It was a nice gesture. And you did feel bare, even underneath the pillow.

But this was Orter's shirt.

"Thanks. Um...we should go to sleep now."

You threw it on, trying your hardest to not focus on anything as you tried your best to straighten the fabric around you best you could. The shoulders were too large for your frame, making the buttoned collar fall too low on your skin.

It was better than nothing. At least you weren't forced to wear your dirtied shirt, which you assumed was somewhere off on the floor at the moment.

Silently, you forced yourself to lay down, going through the motions as you pushed the pillow underneath your head.

There was no body lying next to you. Instead, there was light breathing just below - it seemed like the asshole was still stubborn.

"Orter. I said we can share."

"I'd rather not. It's improper."

"I am literally wearing your shirt, what could possibly be more improper?"

"Sharing a bed."

You groaned, frustrated.

"Shut up, virgin."

That got the man up, unlike any other insult you had said. He crawled up onto the bed silently, his form dropping itself with a huff down onto the soft mattress.

"You are insufferable."

"Now that is improper."

The lights in the room went off, and you felt a light smack against your face.

"You should sleep."

"I am, Orter."

"Right."

His hand went up, feeling your face, as if to physically check for signs of your rest. His fingers trailed up and down your skin, tracing your nose and cheeks gently in the dark.

You could feel his thumb caressing your lips, as if you weren't still awake.

What a strange, strange man.

Anon asked for either or but I thought I could make it funny with Orter since he seems like such a rule guy. The vision is here. No confession and reader is kinda a tsundere cause idk...the vibes match.

Hope y'all enjoyed it. This is for my Valentine's event, it's still open and has slots open. go. ask away. do what you please.

[dadsbongos]

Hi! I was wondering if u write fic requests on minor characters? Holm from Dungeon Meshi is my fave character and it's saddening that there are only a few contents about him T^T (tho its understandable since he's, well, a minor character)

If it's okay w you, I wanna request a Holm x reader scenario where Holm introduces reader to his party as his partner, and everyone is suprised because they didn't expect a laid-back guy like him to be in a serious relationship with someone!

aaaa sorry if it's a bit short and bland I just want some fluffy imagines with the cute lil gnome ;-;

as long as i feel confident enough in my characterization of a character i'm more than happy to tackle minor characters!

holm is a lil cutie patootie so i get it anon

586 words / warnings - not super proofread ~~~

“Congratulations, big guy!” Mickbell claps Holm on the back, earning a startled flinch from the gnome.

“Thank you…” Holm sighs, choosing to ignore the rough jostling, “So as I saying, I finally bought a house. I’d really appreciate it if you all could come to dinner to celebrate.”

Daya scratches the back of her neck, lips pursing thoughtfully, “Can I bring my fiance?”

“Sure! It’ll be a great time for you all to finally meet my spouse as well.”

Kabru is first to respond, a despondent, broken, “wh-what…?” croaking out.

“You’re married?” Rin mutters, covering her twitchy mouth with a gloved hand and brows furrowing. If none of them knew her, they might think she was disgusted by the information.

Holm nods, “I never found the right time to bring it up, but now is perfect!”

“Married…” Kabru’s horrified, he had zero idea Holm was a taken man -- and he’d been meeting with the gnome’s sister often! Did she have no clue either? They weren’t the closest siblings, after all…

“See you all for dinner then?” Holm bypasses the man’s internal struggle completely.

Rin, still with elation masked as indignation, nods rapidly, “We’ll be there!”

… 

“Married,” Kabru’s still pouting by the time he and Rin arrive at Holm’s new residence, “And I had no clue…”

“He hardly minds,” Rin rolls her eyes, a kinder lilt overtaking her tone, “Besides, nobody else knew.”

Sighing wistfully, Kabru doesn’t expect her to understand, only continuing to mope.

“You’re probably the only one who brought a gift, so at least take that as a win,” Rin grumbles, annoyed by his angst, and knocks on the door.

Holm is not who greets them at the door, but rather a total stranger who already knows their names, “You must be Rin and Kabru! Welcome in, I’m glad you both could make it!”

Kabru’s terror only increases at the realization you know him by description, and he cannot even guess as to what your name is.

“I should die…” he whispers.

“Huh?” your eyes widen.

“Kabru! Rin!” Holm saddles up beside you, a hand finding the base of your spine while the other outstretches to accept his leader’s cradled gift, “You didn’t have to bring anything!”

“I would’ve felt terrible,” Kabru shakes his head, smile soft yet disarming.

You take it that you must’ve just misheard the nice man, then…

“You know,” Mickbell calls from where he’s lounging in Kuro’s lap on your couch, “I never would’ve taken you as the type for a serious relationship.”

Daya has half a mind to whack the man, and she probably would have if her own fiance hadn’t barked a laugh in approval. Instead, she swats him in the chest with a quiet grumble to be nice.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” if it weren’t for his gentle face, one could take the question as offended.

“You’re too laid-back…” Kuro huffs agreement to Mickbell’s point, “I would’ve thought a married man is more intense.”

“I don’t think that’s necessarily true,” Holm thankfully takes the jab with humor, “I’m seventy-six, not forty.”

“Imagine if you were?” you laugh.

“Nightmare, I’d be about you,” Holm chuckles.

“Oh, but it’d be flattering!”

“I was too immature.”

Mickbell scoffs, “Stupid long-living gnome and his stupid happy marriage.”

This time, Daya does smack the half-foot.

Meanwhile, Kabru is viciously examining yours and Holm’s body language and Rin is trying to psychically tell him to be normal.

“Your party’s very interesting…” you murmur to your husband.

“They’re just excited to be here.”

[cozage]

Five Stages of Grief

A/N: I'm so sorry.

CW: Major character death (you know the one. If you don’t, KEEP SCROLLING), spoilers for Marineford, depression, anger, just complete angst and sadness. 

Word count: 850

You didn’t think there was much to deny. You saw him die in front of you. It was a fact that the whole world knew. Portgas D. Ace was dead.

Denial came in the quiet moments. When you woke up in the middle of the night and reached for his warm body, only to find empty sheets. He must be in the bathroom, he’ll be back soon. 

It came at the dinner table, when you shot an irritated look at the man who sat down next to you. The guy didn’t even spare you a second glance, and you scoffed at his boldness. Everyone knows that Ace sits there. 

It came with orange hats and unexpected flames. A stranger in the crowd could turn into him at first glance just by a simple accessory. A building explosion down the street made your heart flutter.  He’s just around the corner. 

--

You weren’t an angry person. At least, not until after Ace died. Then the emotion came frequently and overwhelmed you. It was waiting for you at every corner, never letting you rest. Nobody was excluded from your wrath, either. 

Anger ripped into you the first time you laughed after his death. You turned to look for him, as you always did whenever someone on the crew made a fool of himself. You searched the room while you cackled with glee, not even realizing you were searching for him until you had done a complete circle. Laughter was instantly replaced with tears. You can’t laugh anymore, because he’s not here to share it with you. 

It ripped into you when you were sparring with a crew mate. You lost your footing, and he knocked you to the ground and disarmed you, forcing you to surrender. You screamed in rage, demanding a rematch. No wonder you lost him, you’re too weak to save anyone. 

It ripped into you when you heard another pirate crew make a jab at Pops in passing. Your blade is instantly against the leader's throat, telling him to repeat it to your face. They begged for mercy, and you granted it. They ran away, scared of the threat you posed. Why couldn’t he have run away, just once in his life?

--

You had started bargaining before you even went to rescue him. You begged and pleaded with every deity that you had ever heard of, and you abandoned them all for good when they failed you on that day. 

Bargaining began when you saw his wanted poster on an island after he was captured. You snatched it off the board, staring at his face. The face you were sure you’d never see again. The man who was supposed to be executed in five days. “Do you know him?” An elderly lady asked, a look of concern in her gaze. You ran out without answering, with the paper clutched against your chest. Please, don’t let this be the last time I see his face. 

It began when you saw the Strawhats all together again. You knew Kuma had sent them to different parts of the world with no way for them to return together before Ace’s death sentence. Everyone from the Whitebeard Pirates was at Marineford, a full crew united for one man. If Luffy's crew had been united too… If they had all been together, we might’ve been able to save him. 

It began when you awakened your devil fruit powers. Every single awakened devil fruit user was infinitely stronger than those who had not awakened theirs. If you had just awakened it earlier, you could’ve saved him.

--

You couldn’t hide your depression, and thankfully nobody asked you to. For a long time, you didn’t speak, didn’t acknowledge others, didn’t come out of your room. When you finally started to act somewhat like your old self, most people thought the worst was over. 

Depression found you when friends took you shopping. You passed a hat shop, and they led you in to try some on. “You always looked so cute with a cowboy hat! You should get another one that’s more your style!!” He had always let you wear it, and you didn’t want anything other than that one. Nothing fit right like the way his hat did. 

It found you when the sun set. The sky mocked you, reminding you every day of the colors you lost. The red, orange, and yellow that represented the flame of his life draining away every night. He should be sitting here, matching the colors of the sky with his flames.

It found you when they sold his Striker. It didn’t make sense to hold onto, since Ace was the only one who could operate it. And such a notorious boat would fetch a high price. You watched it float away with its new owner, a ghost of the vessel it used to be. That boat will never sail again, not in the way it was built to. 

--

Acceptance wasn’t here yet. And you weren’t sure you’d ever see its light. You would never recover from this, that was one thing you were sure of.

[lexxierave]

When Fate Intervenes- tasm!Peter Parker x Reader Part 5

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

The last thing Peter expected to find during a routine robbery was y/n. 

He was going through his usual banter routine when the sight of you distracted him enough for the other robber to get the upper hand.

Now there was a gun pointed to her head and Peter hated the hostage situation as it was but something about seeing her in one made him into a very angry hero.

Something he didn't waste time showing with the people in the room. Unfortunately all he could do was agree to the terms set before him but that didn't mean he was actually going to follow them.

"Common Mike, get up already." The one with the gun shouted to his partner.

Great, Peter had the name of one of the goons, something to listen out for in the streets after they left.

The one with the gun moved with y/n out from the counter and to the back of the store. His partner was still trying to get the webbing off from his feet as he reached the backroom.

As Mike got the webbing off his feet the three quickly disappeared into the back room.

Peter was thankful he came in through the back and decided to show himself to the lady back there and tell her to get out, and that she actually listened to him. 

Last thing he needed was this guy to get spooked and shoot someone. Or have to deal with a Spider-Man hater too.

Peter dropped down from the ceiling once the thugs had left with y/n. 

"You're gonna go after them, right Spider-Man?" The guy that got hit in the face asked him. He was bleeding from his forehead

"You can count on it." Peter said as he listened closely, the sound of police and ambulance sirens could be heard. "Make sure you get that gash checked out."

"I will but please save y/n. I saw her grab some pepper spray. I'm afraid she might try and save herself." He warned.

Perfect just what Peter needed another variable added against him.

"Thanks for the tip." He replied before rushing out the back and jumping at the building across from him and climbing up it.

Peter had his ears opened to any sounds of distress or gun fire. He didn't leave too long after the robbers and he also didn't know what way they went. If they were on foot or in a vehicle now.

"Let me go!" He finally heard.

"Either there's two hostage situations going on or I hit a bingo." Peter thought to himself as he took off swinging in the direction of the shouting.

It looked like the two idiots had taken a vehicle only for it to break down. They were now trying to y/n force down back alleyways with them and being this was a crime neighborhood no one was helping.

A thwip was the only sound you heard before one of the goons disappeared.

"Hey! We had a deal Spider-Man!" The one holding your wrist yelled out.

Peter quickly disarmed him, "Deals off." He venomously replied.

You took it as you opening to pull the guys mask off and spray him with as much pepper spray as you could.

Thwip.

A shot of web hit your waist and you were pulled free and into the arms of New York's hero.

"Stay here." He commanded, in a voice that seemed deeper than what his normal voice should be.

Peter had you safe now it was time this guy learned his lesson for good. He shot some web behind the guys so fast he didn't even catch that there was a giant spider web now directly to his rear.

Peter just had to take a step forward for the guy to turn and run right into.

But Peter didn't want to stop there. Guys like him would just keep coming back and get more dangerous. No, to Peter he needed to end it here.

You watch as Spider-Man approaches the man and your once captor starts to throw punches at him. Spider-Man easily dodged them before he threw his own. The hits were filled with rage but you couldn't understand why, even though things had worked out in his favor. Why was he so angry? The final hit knocked the guy back and straight into the web and the hero took a

 step forward to continue.

"Stop!" You yelled out, finally finding your voice. The shock and adrenaline wearing off you. "This isn't how heroes are supposed to act."

Peter stopped for a moment regarding your words as you continued.

"Heroes are supposed to help people and stop the bad guys. But not like this. This doesn't make you any better than they are." You warned him.

You were right, but there was just so much loss and rage in Peter it fell on deaf ears. The man before him was battered and blooded. He lost consciousness with Peter's first hit and others were just his anger fueling him, urging him to keep going.

"Look I'm new to this whole superhero thing but my friend John is a big fan of yours. Please, don't do something to tarnish that." You pleaded with him.

At the mention of you having a friend Peter stopped, his eyes went wide. You told him you didn't have time for friends, so who's this John guy?

Intrigue took over Peter as he turned to face you now. He took notice of the way your hair looked slightly out of place from the struggle you were in and the red ring around your wrist that you'd have to explain to him tomorrow. 

You were like a puzzle to Peter and he wanted to solve you but some pieces his body didn't react logically to. Why should he care if you have a friend named John? He shouldn't. He doesn't. Does he?

"Um…no. Can't have John thinking poorly of me." Peter finally answered when he realized he had been staring at you for a little too long. Maybe John was just made up? Someone to take the place of what she really thought of him? He could live with that.

"Good. So…if you're finished here," You told the hero, circling your finger around in front of you "I'm gonna head home." 

"Wait!" He shot out, causing you to stop.

"At least let me take you home, I want to make sure you get there safely." He pleaded.

"That's ok." You answered, taking a step back as he took one towards you.

He might be John's hero but after seeing him easily beat up a guy to a pulp like it was just a Sunday walk and how he seemed to have no remorse for how badly he hurt him?

You weren't so sure if he was fully deserving of the hero title. Maybe antihero seemed like a better fit at this point in his career. You still weren't sure.

Part 6

[rattyshipss]

Malcolm Bright headcanons:

Meeting and working at the precinct together

Always going out of your way to take care of Malcolm, automatically volunteering to do the more dangerous work, going after the more dangerous criminals, going to see his dad for him, doing the more risky operations, even to the point you'd kill for Malcolm so he didn't have to hold that guilt of thinking he's becoming like his father

And everybody but Malcolm knows it

The others would make little comments about how hopelessly in love with him you are resulting in Malcolm looking around in confusion

"Oh like you don't know" "Actually I really don't think he does" "How could he not know?!"

You and Malcolm end up having a major flirty in love dynamic for awhile before it actually gets brought to a head

During one particular case everything was going wrong

You were working a grueling case on a wanted murderer for the past month

You all ended up coming together at a location to find the suspect

Malcolm and you were disarmed while the others were busy holding off other aspects the suspect had put in place

Malcolm desperately trying to get to you while you were being threatened, Martin laying behind you knocked over from taking a hit

Right before Malcolm was about to have to watch the love of his life get taken from him Martin managed to reach a weapon and tossed it your way allowing you to defend yourself and end up taking out the suspect in the end of all the chaos

Random headcanon I just thought of because I'm in a bath as I'm writing this but it fits so perfectly you and Malcolm would ABSOLUTELY take baths together

Oh my god it'd be so sweet and pure and healing it would be perfect

I have a feeling both of you would try to set up beautiful romantic baths for eachother all the time only to find the other already did

Imagine getting to gently wash Malcolm's hair and body and help him relax like he deserves

He'd protest at first telling you you don't have to but as soon as you bury your soap covered hands in his hair and start massaging his scalp he's melting into you almost falling asleep there

Imagine getting to gently scrub down his shoulders and back leaving little kisses against his skin on the way, making sure he feels safe and cared for and loved

It would be soft, sweet, healing alone time between the two of you and it would be perfect

(Slight spoilers for tsitp) So I don't even watch tsitp (Even tho I probably should) but I watch a lot of edits from it because I LOVE the edits (Especially the Taylor ones) and I've been watching the edits of that dancing scene from the most recent episode and I can totally imagine you and JT having to go undercover and planning some sort of dance like that as a diversion on a case and maybe you guys aren't able to do it and you make some joke about not getting to do it so JT does it with you anyway like Steven in tsitp "Making you?!"

His mother would be watching and absolutely hate it but Edrisa would be watching and cheering you on (And if his dad happened to be there he'd love it too)

And Malcolm staring at you the entire time

Malcolm ogling you is actually quite a common occurrence

He would also absolutely memorize your favorite song from the dance

[icharchivist]

siete does use the swords he has on him in the fights in the mobage. up until his 5* uncap anyway but yknow. like a normal person. but yeah him constantly pulling out spirit swords for everything else kinda squanders the tactical advantage imo. like. imagine fighting this guy who is dual wielding swords and you somehow through some miracle manage to disarm him and then he pulls out the magic ghost swords and fully kicks your ass while youre crying because you thought you had him on the ropes

okay unless hes going for the opposite approach and if you manage to smack the spirit sword out of his hand and then he pulls out the other two and you realize oh. he has two now. that sucks

i guess theres an oh fuck moment included in every siete fight for free but why am i telling you this lmao you got run over by his car before

i still think it would be more tactical to keep the spirit swords hidden for a surprise but i guess he can do what he wants. not like i could stop him

LMAOOO

i do think it makes more sense of him that the two swords are for show, he fights with them, but if they get knocked off or he's in a difficult position he can surprise his opponant because BAM: more swords!

and just starting with the spirit sword would be weird there. but i think he uses his spirit sword against mc bc MC knows anyway so no point with keeping up the charade.

and i'm sure his two swords aren't his best swords, so if he really is up for a challenge, he'd summon his spirit swords.

but those scenarios are so funny pls

"i guess theres an oh fuck moment included in every siete fight for free but why am i telling you this lmao you got run over by his car before" im absolutely crying. yes i keep getting run over by his car. i'll never be free.

but yeah honestly he probably does whatever he wants. it's not like anyone can fight him anyway.

[xtrablak674]

I Tried To Save Them

Looking down at the back of my wrist there was a swelling, I didn't recall being bitten. I looked up and I was besides my colleagues coming out of a bar. Bar, wait I don't drink. I am getting my senses about me and feel a gun holstered at my waist near my back and in the center of my back feels like a handcuff case. I pat my left breast and feel what must be a badge and identification, I never take it out, I never look at it. Looking at my friends one who is now calling my name, that I never hear I realize they are also packing weapons and handcuffs, poorly concealed under suit jackets. I am law enforcement?

Not a moment to consider this before we are piling into a car and heading somewhere. I remember leaving for the destination I didn't remember arriving as we pile out of the car and head up the long winding stairs of this clearly residential home in this clearly suburban neighborhood. But weren't we just drinking or something I detect no alcohol on my breath but it doesn't seem like we would be on duty after coming from a bar.

The three of us knock on the door a small boy answers. I'm guessing we're here for some kind of domestic dispute which doesn't seem right we seem like we handle different kinds of cases. The next thing I know I am disarming what must have been the young boy's father I'm also speaking into an earpiece about subduing the suspect.

That confusion again my body had muscle memory in how I meticulously wrestled the weapon from the assailant and had him on the ground on his belly before he could even blink. When did I get this training? I am a... I can't seem to recall what I really am supposed to be, but I understand that we have radioed for back up. I get the perpetrator to his feet and hand him off to my partner. I see patrol cars pulling up I holster my gun and reach for my badge which is now to the left of my navel. I'm holding it up as I yell to the officers federal agent!

That confusion again, I'm not only a law enforcement officer I am a federal agent, when did this happen? Then my instinct kicks in, the arriving officers don't seem to be friendlies they are parking their cars in a way that is expecting resistance, their guns are out and pointed at me. I step back inside and call to my nameless faceless partners, this can't be right. I have drawn my own weapon in instinct and fear, I hold it down by my side as I speak into my earpiece about the change in the situation. Who am I speaking to?

Time has moved forward again and someone who looks like a Sargent is coming towards me from the interior of the house. How the fuck did he get in here between my partners and I we had all the exits covered. I reach for my gun which is holstered again. It seems the situation has deescalated but every thing is wrong. There wasn't any incident our assailant is no longer restrained it seems like nothing has happened here, but why are we here. I am sure someone was in danger.

Time slips again and my partners and I are walking down a street heading toward a bar, we can hear some guys coming out as we arrive but they are already in their car by the time we arrive we pass an adult version of the little boy we had seen earlier his distinguishing eyes remind me of Jared Leto, but he can't be the same kid we just saw.

We are walking up a darkened street I'm a bit jumpy by a night jogger I reach for my gun. I looked down at the back of my wrist there was a swelling, I didn't recall being bitten. I'm sitting at my desk writing, I save what I'm doing and go back to bed.

[Photo by Brown Estate]

[howlingday]

Dumb lancaster request)

Ruby and Jaune were fighting in the are. Jaune was able to disarm Ruby but then (thanks to yang training) ruby put Jaune in choke bold, between her thighs and Jaune just gave up. Stopped fighting, adopted a smile on his face (not perverted one, but one of content) and let his consciousness fade.

Now, i would love to see everyone reaction to this and

Scene later when Jaune woke up and his friends (much to ruby's embarassment) decided to talk about it and please add line similar to these:

(whoever you chose): Jaune, you were almost choke to death by ruby's thighs!

Jaune: And i enjoyed every second of it! If these legs will by my demise then by oum i will accept it my fate with smile on my face!

"You lose, Craterface." Jaune said with a cocky smirk.

Ruby's weapon was knocked away easily. She expected this, since the condition for this matchup was not to use semblances, and since Jaune hadn't unlocked his yet, the match-up was a bit easier... for him. For her, it was slightly more difficult.

Crescent Rose was a weapon for killing the creatures of Grimm, finely tuned to be a lethal weapon in the hand's of the red reaper. Ruby never intended to use the weapon for harming people. She figures that's part of why she lost her weapon so easily; she couldn't stand the idea of hurting her cr- friend, Jaune.

Luckily, Ruby had been trained for this event. Yang and her Dad made sure she didn't leave home alone with learning a few self-defense techniques. Rushing forward, she side-stepped a swing from Jaune's sword arm, grabbing and pulling herself into the air. She threw a leg around Jaune's head, bringing the other around the other side, using her momentum to spin around his head, feet clasped together as she spun three times before twisting and sending them both to the ground.

Jaune dropped his weapons and slapped his hand on the floor. It was fun while it lasted, but he knew he was beat. Professor Goodwitch called the match, and Ruby loosened her thighs.

"You did good, Jaune." Ruby praised. She thought he would take the loss hard, but that wasn't the case. Instead he seemed calm, happy even. When she tried to part her legs, he grumbled.

"Yo, what's going on, Rubes?" Yang asked from the bleachers.

"I think I knocked Jaune out!" Ruby called back. "What should I do?"

"Step away, Miss Rose." Ruby split her legs apart and moved away. Jaune instantly sat up and yawned. "Are you alright, Mister Arc?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Jaune rubbed his eyes. "I must have fallen asleep."

"Our fight wasn't that boring!" Ruby fumed.

"Wait, we were- Oh, right! We we were fighting!" Jaune smacked his fist into his palm. "I remember you grabbing me, but then I suddenly felt sleepy and passed out."

"Hm, in any case, the match is over. Please return your weapons to their lockers and return to your seats."

"Yes, Professor Goodwitch." Her students replied.

The two returned to their seats next to one another, with their teams on their respective sides. Ruby's sister glanced between the two with a mixture of worry and anger, while her partner paid more attention with interest to their leader.

"So," Yang began, "what exactly happened down there?"

"What do you mean?" Ruby asked in return. "Jaune knocked Crescent Rose away, so I had to use that move you taught me."

"Oh, so you taught her that move?" Blake's attention shifted to the blonde brawler.

"It's just a move I taught her to keep her out of trouble." Yang defended herself. " I didn't teach her how to wrap her legs around a guy's head, though. It was supposed to be a kick to the backside."

"I improvised." Ruby shrugged.

Weiss refused to comment. Instead, she glared at the oppsing team's leader, who was being pelted by his own team's questions. How a perfect being like Pyrrha Nikos could stand to be under that buffon's leadership is something she would never understand.

"Are you sure there's nothing going on between you two?" Nora asked.

"It was just a sparring match, Nora." Jaune answered.

"That ended with her legs wrapped around your head." She added.

"It just happened!" Jaune held his hands up defensively. "I didn't have a say in any of it!"

"Are you sure?" Nora asked. "Maybe Ruby's got a-"

"Nora," Ren spoke with an admonishing tone, "it's none of our business."

"Thank you, Ren." Jaune smiled.

"If Jaune and Ruby are dating, then that's not something we should worry about."

"Oh, come on, Ren!"

Pyrrha gave a half-hearted pat to Jaune's shoulder. "I'm happy for you, Jaune."

"There's nothing going on between us!" Jaune groaned, a hand over his face, while his other hand held Ruby's behind them.

[helloliriels]

You Can See Me (pt.3)

by helloliriels (READ: previous chapter if you missed it!)

221 Baker Street had a welcoming air to it!

John stepped from the cab, breathing in a deep lungful before plunging forward to his fate …

There was a cozy little restaurant next door and a wrought iron fencing along the street. A charming slice of London … he hoped the rent was not too high?

A *ping* alerted him to an incoming text, and John looked down in surprise to see that Mike had texted him today.

Opening it up - as he was a minute early - he read it:

Do you need Hastings number?

John shot off a quick reply:

Checking out Baker Street. Sherlock.

Another *ping* rushed in …

Are you serious? Be careful, mate. Text me when you leave.

John chuckled. Ok, MUM!

Will do!

He texted back with a snort and snapped his phone shut. Looking up again at the flat he was about to call home … or hoped to at least …

What was Mike all bothered about? This Sherlock guy a problem of some kind? He should have stayed and listened to what Mike’d have to say … it just … felt like it was going to be some kind of gossip … and John was not a fan of people spreading rubbish!

(more is under the cut ...)

He was left to wonder, as a sweet old lady opened the front door and stood on the step smiling at him. “Are you John Watson?” she asked, grinning from ear-to-ear! John liked her already …

“I am!”

“Here to see Sherlock?” She asked again, looking a little … hopeful?

“Guilty as charged!” He laughed in reply, “As long as he is still interested in seeing me?”

“Oh, I'm sure he is, dear! Haven't seen him this pleased in ages! Him inviting company?! Never thought I'd live to see the day!” She looked John over in wonder. “You’ll have to tell me ALL about yourself later! I’m Sherlock’s landlady.”

“I will be sure to do that … Missus … ?”

“Hudson, dear! But Sherlock calls me Hudders, and you may as well!” She patted his back as she directed him into the hall and up the stairs. Watching him carefully take them with his cane. One at a time …

John looked back at her, apology written in his eyes. “Injury from the war.” He laughed it off, tapping at his inexplicably gamey leg with his cane.

“Oh, don’t worry dear!” She replied, patting at her own thigh, “I’ve got a hip! Take your time. Sherlock is in no hurry!”

She tutted and spun about, heading into what John assumed must be her residence, promising to come up shortly with some tea for them both!

She seemed lovely …

.......................................

By the time John made it to the top of the stairway, he felt a little winded … and nervous for the first time in … ages …

He smiled at the thought. Again, imagining what he was about to walk into? How to make the best impression?

He hadn’t done a terribly good job yesterday, and really, really, really wanted this to be a success!

He cleared his throat. Straightened his jacket and collar. Unbuttoning the top button as he already felt a bit warm, and went to knock …

Sherlock opened the door.

“Hello!” John smiled, turning up the brightness to his smile!

Sherlock grinned in reply. A soft, sweet thing that curled down the corner of his mouth only. It should have been a frown on anyone else … but it was oddly charming … and disarming at the same time.

John could have just stood and stared at him for hours … but realising it had been a moment too long already for most people’s taste, he looked down at his shoes instead.

“I didn’t think you’d actually come …?” Sherlock was asking, incredulous and wondrous and welcoming John into the sitting room.

John followed eagerly, thanking him and looking about as he spun around.

“Figured Mike would have -”

John cut him off there, “he tried!” He realised he was still smiling - Christ, was this going to be a permanent thing?? “I didn’t listen!”

Sherlock seemed to be pleased with his rebellious answer and was bouncing on the balls of his feet, eager to show John around. They did a quick tour of the place. Sitting room, kitchen/dining, hall, upstairs bedroom “If you’ll be needing two?” Mrs. Hudson called out. She had just come up with the tea things, as Sherlock led him past the kitchen to show him where the loos and his own bedroom was …

John blushed a little, peeking in at Sherlock’s invitation. Cognisant of Hudders words just a moment ago … he and Sherlock met eyes momentarily, and looked away again only reluctantly when she insisted they get some while it was piping hot!

John came over and sat down in a plush red chair Sherlock had by the fire …

“You furnish the place, Hudders?” he asked, trying to follow her instructions to a ‘T’ with the nickname, and earning another delighted beam from Sherlock. He accepted a cup from her outstretched hand and noted that Sherlock was not drinking?

“Not feeling like a cuppa?” John asked, complementing Mrs. Hudson on a fine brew!

“There’s biscuits too, dear,” she tut-tutted at Sherlock’s pulled face, John noticed. Taking great pleasure in having company here … They behaved more like mother and son, than landlady and tenant … John thought this might just be the perfect environment to rehabilitate into polite society.

“SO! John?” Sherlock was asking, nodding for him to continue with his tea, as he wandered on over towards the mantle.

“That’s … a skull?” John asked, all curiosity as he swallowed down the tea and stood up to join Sherlock by the fireplace.

“Friend of mine,” Sherlock allowed him to pick it up and examine it, “well … I say ‘friend’. I -”

“What do you think then, Doctor Watson?” Mrs. Hudson asked, interrupting - clearly preparing to leave them to it!

“It is a lovely place, Mrs - I mean - Hudders! Looks just perfect …” here he turned to Sherlock again, “how soon do you want me?” He smiled up at the taller man.

Sherlock stepped forward, placing his hand on John’s shoulder and turning to Mrs. Hudson.

“Okay if John moves his things in here tomorrow? Or … “ he looked back at John, “I mean … you’re welcome to … tonight? If you have no other engagements keeping you?”

“Free as a bird!” John laughed, “to be honest, the place I’m staying is a bit lifeless? I … wasn’t really looking forward to going back. Could use some company before I go bat-shit crazy. If you’ll pardon my -”

“No pardon needed, Mrs. Hudson - would you mind calling Mycroft and asking him to send for John’s things?” He turned back to John, “just write down the address. We can have everything sent for. You won’t even have to move a muscle.”

John felt spoiled and a little embarrassed at the offer! But … “Christ! I mean … yeah? If … you’re sure it’s not imposing?” He looked back at Sherlock, and then to Mrs. Hudson?

“My brother likes to make himself useful …” Sherlock waved his concerns aside, “he practically runs the British government. He can certainly serve the everyman once in a while, instead of just talking about it. Will keep him humble.”

John laughed at being called an everyman. He was, he supposed …

“He will certainly be in for a surprise,” Sherlock added under his breath.

John scribbled down the address and handed it over to Mrs. Hudson, also digging out the key from his pocket with a look to Sherlock. Sherlock nodded. “Thank you Mrs. Hudson!” He was calling after her as she went off to ring for the brother.

John sat back down, bouncing a little in the cushioned chair before it struck him! “Oh! Shit, Sherlock? Would you mind? Do I need to warn your brother about my …”

“Sidearm?” Sherlock grinned knowingly, “his minions have seen worse. They are used to drug busts and much uglier paraphernalia, let me tell you!”

John laughed. Relieved.

“Most at my hands, oddly enough …” Sherlock seemed to grow a bit melancholy at that thought, so John thought to change the subject.

“Really appreciate it!” He was saying, picking up another biscuit and pouring out a bit more tea to drink, “all of it, really! Even inviting me here? I … wasn’t sure I was quite in your league? This place not cost a packet to rent?” John looked around a bit more. Really was nice and open for being right in the heart of London?! A perfect location for getting about the town! “I see all your things are unpacked?” He was trying to make conversation, “yesterday? You finish unpacking? After the lab … ?”

Sherlock looked around, amused. “Think nothing of it. Simply delighted you came by the lab yesterday. I was getting a bit hollow myself! Umm …” he went and took his seat in the chair opposite John. A sleek black leather and modern chrome sort of design … it suited him.

And those suits …

Sherlock looked dressed to the nines!

John wasn’t sure HOW he had failed to observe it sooner? Perhaps too busy staring into his new flatmate's eyes??

“Rent is quite reasonable! Should be able to afford it between us. Mrs. Hudson gives me a break on account I helped her a few years back … Though I keep telling her she doesn’t owe me anymore for that. Her husband was sentenced to death in Florida. I was able to help out.”

“You stopped him getting executed?” John asked, sitting upright with curiosity. Teacup still in hand.

“Oh no! I ensured it.” Sherlock took the empty cup from John’s hands and sat forward. Looking at it. Then at John. Closely.

John licked his lips and glanced back up at the skull. Keenly aware of being observed, and fully allowing it. “You were saying … friend?” John nodded back up at the mantle, wondering again about the human remains?

“Keeps me company,” Sherlock acknowledged, “though … carrying it around does rather draw attention …”

He was looking back at John. A sad expression crossed his features, only momentarily, before he asked, seemingly out of the blue, “where did you first see death?”

John blinked. Taken aback by the question. “You mean another’s? Or my own brush with?” He patted at his scarred shoulder.

“Ah!” Sherlock leaned back in his chair, as if that explained everything …

John puzzled. Brows knit. “Ah?”

“The limp, is it psychosomatic then?” Sherlock was steepling his hands in front of his lips and inspecting John with incredible intensity …

John almost felt like unbuttoning his shirt for examination at this rate …

“If you’d like to?” Sherlock asked.

John jolted as if Sherlock had read his thoughts …

“Like to?”

Sherlock shook himself free from the chair and stood up abruptly, turning away. “Like to … pick out a room for them to put your things in? You can have the upstairs or ...”

“Are you … ?” John also stood up, again, licking his lips and having a hard time processing what he was just asked … ? Was Sherlock offering for him to share his room? Not that he’d mind!

Sherlock turned around, seemingly alive with energy and grabbed John by the shoulders - nodding his head, “Yes?!” He half-asked-half-said in awe … and John again found himself staring deeply into Sherlock’s mesmerising eyes …

He really shouldn’t but …

Their smiles slowly melted and they were staring at each other as if …

John reached out his hand and brushed Sherlock’s cheek. Watching the reaction it engendered. Tears almost visible in the eyes of his, apparently, touch-starved friend? He needed only a second to catch his breath. Careful and hesitant, before he saw the nod. Almost a beg. For him to continue …

He cupped both sides of Sherlock’s face and invited him down, tilting their heads to kiss softly.

Sherlock’s hands found their way to latching onto John’s hips, and John couldn’t help but step closer. Taking his time to express his thanks. This was certainly not the way he thought his day would go …

But … again … not complaining …

One thing was for sure ...

He would not be texting Mike anytime soon!

(to be continued ...)

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[spring-heeledjack]

Butler's New Pronouns

heeeey besties this is woefully short

        Butler tapped his foot rhythmically as he cleaned his Sig Sauer for the eighth time. His face was blank as he contemplated, falling deeper into his own thoughts.

        Or was he even a 'he'?

        Juliet had told them all recently that she preferred to go by she/her and he/him. Holly then said that she felt the same, and that Foaly used he/they. Artemis added that he used he/it as well. It took a couple minutes of explaining to Butler what all that meant, but he understood. He had been to pride parades. Hell, he'd dressed in drag before. He'd just never considered that perhaps he himself might not be cis. After actually thinking about it, he grew more and more fond of the idea.

        But which ones to use? How did he know which ones were the 'right' ones? And what if he ended up not liking it and having to say 'nevermind' to everyone he had told?

        There was a knock on his bedroom door. He recognized the pattern as Juliet's.

        "Come in." He called. Juliet stepped in.

        "You alright, Dom?" She asked, shutting the door behind him. "You've been in here for, like, an hour."

        Butler shook his head. "I'm fine, Juliet. Just thinking."

        He sat down next to him on the bed. "...does it have something to do with the pronouns thing?"

        After a moment of consideration, Butler decided not to lie to his baby sister. "Yeah..." Juliet gave him a solemn look, and he waved his hands. "No, no, not like that! I'm happy for you, sis! I just... how did you find out?"

        "I dunno, I just felt like 'she' didn't really capture all of me, y'know?" He said. "I talked with Sam about it and she said to try out new pronouns."

        Butler hummed, taking in the information. He didn't speak for a while, turning different pronouns around in his head. Juliet watched him, lost in her own thoughts.

        "...you wanna try out different pronouns?" She asked after a while. Butler flushed red. "I-I'm just not sure which ones I like. What if I choose ones that don't feel right?" He asked. Juliet smiled, patting his shoulder. "Don't worry," she said. "If you don't like 'em you can just tell everyone the right ones to use when it comes up."

        "But that's feels... embarrassing. Or it feels like it would be." Butler argued. "I don't want to just say 'nevermind' after telling everyone what I prefer."

        Juliet hummed. "Maybe you could start out by going by she/he/they? That way you can go by all three and narrow it down to the ones you like. That's what Foaly and Mulch did." He said.

        "Mulch?" Butler asked. Juliet nodded. "Yeah, Mulch decided that it goes by all pronouns, but he doesn't really care."

        Eventually, Butler nodded. "I think I'd like that, to go by all three for a while." He said. Juliet grinned, draping and arm over his shoulder and giving him a tight, one-armed hug. "That's the spirit, big guy!"

        They both stood, Butler pocketing his Sig Sauer that he hadn't stopped cleaning. "So, you still wanna be referred to as a man?" Juliet asked as they started down the hallway. Butler nodded. "I like being a man for now, though I'm open to other identities."

        For the next couple weeks, everyone exercised the new pronouns Butler had chosen.

        In a business meeting, Artemis introduced his bodyguard to the other attendees, warning any assassins in disguise that might've been in the room. "My bodyguard here, Butler, has a multitude of ways to disarm and detain any of you if you attempt an attack on me. She is willing to use lethal force if necessary." He said.

        One of the businessmen in the room mouthed, 'she?' to the man next to him. Artemis, a skilled lip-reader, narrowed its eyes at the man. "Excuse me, Mr. Bachmann," It said loudly, drawing attention to the Swiss man. "Is there a problem?"

        Mr. Bachmann blushed as all heads turned towards him. He shook his head with a quiet, "No, Dr. Fowl. Please, continue."

        Subtly, Buter smiled.

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Forbidden 3

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You’re Tony’s sister and you just so happen to be very attracted to the one man that gets on your brother’s nerves, Steve Rogers. Unknowingly to you, the older man also has his eyes on you despite your circumstances.

Warnings: Gun violence, mentions of blood

REPOST because Tumblr has been acting up!!!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

MASTERLIST

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"Guys Y/N's still here" rolling your eyes you took a swig of your beer as the team grumbled

"Great another week of you being bitchy, just what we needed" Tony chucked a peanut in your direction and you couldn't help but laugh at their behaviour

"Oh come on, I told y'all that I didn't need to have sex, I was just having a bad day" unbuckling the straps of your nude heels you kicked them off, stretching your legs out on Thor's lap

"More like a bad week if you ask me" Steve piped up eyes flicking down to Thor's lap ever so often

"You're one to talk old man"

"Yeah Steve when was the last time you got any? My body still hurts from training a couple days ago, you didn't hold back man" Sam plopped down on the sofa next to the blonde man who downed the remaining of his drink

"You guys back off alright, I'm pretty sure Capsicle here has had his fair share of romance"

"Tony I don't think a kiss from 1945 is considered a fair share of romance" the group bursted out laughing at the man's depressing love life

"You guys are ruthless" giggling you crossed your legs and Thor placed his hand on your knee as if this was a common thing between you two

Thor started telling stories about life on Asgard and how many times Loki had tried to kill him. During this particular story you felt a heated gaze focused on you from across the room. Looking up you and Steve locked eyes, you noticed the fire hidden behind his eyes as the God of Thunder continued to rub his hand on your legs

Is he jealous? He can't be right?

There is no way that Steve could have the same feelings towards you

"Y/N why don't you be the one to show Rogers a good time?" Clint joked and Tony smaked him upside the head

"I would rather gouge my eyes out before I ever let that happen"

"Why though, I mean look at him" you don't know if it was the alcohol talking but you sure as hell couldn't back out of the conversation now as the room fell silent, all eyes on you and Tony

"Y/N the man is ancient"

"Your point?" flabbergasted Tony stared at you, completely lost for words while Steve held his hand over his lips to disguise his smile

Natasha smirked at you, ready to say something when gunshots rang out, glass shattering around you from the stray bullets. Thor immediately shifted you both off the couch and onto the floor, shielding your body with his as your attackers continued to fire their weapons

Reaching below the coffee table you grabbed the loaded gun that you always kept there in case something like this were to ever happen. The bullets stopped as heavily armed men invaded the room through the broken windows

Thor summoned his hammer as you and Natasha started firing at the men. Steve engaged in hand to hand combat, easily disarming his target before knocking them out. In the corner of your eyes you briefly noticed the familiar metal frisbee a few feet away from you

"Cover me!"

You moved as fast as you could towards the corridor, trying your best to stay low. You grabbed onto the cold metal and called out to Steve as you lauched the shield in his direction, he ducked as it knocked out the man

More gunshots rang out, this time they came from behind you, you quickly dived behind the bar taking cover. The gun cocked and you took the chance and popped up, firing your weapon. He fell to the ground as another shot went off, hitting you in your side

Groaning you stood your ground and shot him point blank before sliding down to the floor, pressing firmly onto your wound. Every fibre of your being burned from the excrusiating pain

Bruce came to your aid, trying his best not to turn into Hulk. He replaced your hands with his as he applied firm pressure to stop you from bleeding out on the floor

The fighting came to an end as Steve knocked the last guy unconcious

"Guys Y/N's been hit"

"I'm fine" brushed Bruce's hand away, hauling yourself up to your feet, you barely made two steps when your legs gave out beneath you, Steve catching you before you could hit the deck

He gently picked you up in his arms as Banner rushed you to the infirmary to get the bullet out and patch you up

Not even five minutes later you were laying on the bed while Banner started locating the bullet that's still inside of you, the rest of the team sat around in the room still trying to wrap their heads around what took place

Steve stood next to you the entire time, his hand brushing against yours debating if he should hold onto yours while Bruce was stitching you up. You subtly slipped your hands into his and he half heartedly smiled down at you

"Okay, you'll survive just try not to pop any stiches during the next three weeks and you'll be alright" Bruce finished applying the patch over your stitches and you moved to sit up but Steve shot you a stern look, silently telling you to not do that

"What the hell was that?" Natasha asked, picking fragments of glass from the soles of her feet. Your brother furrowed his brows, the wheels in his brain working over time, reaching into his pocket he pulled out his phone

"You guys aren't going to believe this"

Tony flipped his phone showing us the video message he received from the douchebag you guys had captured on your last mission

"My friends, I hope you all hadn't thought that you all had seen the last of me. My apologise for the mess, I had to make sure you all were going to give me your undivided attention"

Going against Steve's demands you sat up as the video played out

"You all took something that belongs to me and I want it back or else the Avengers would be a thing of the past" the video ended and we all shared the same look of confusion

“What the hell is he talking about?” Rhodey broke the deafening silence, Steve crossed his arms over his chest, deep in thought

Kage was known for selling high teach weapons on the black market off the coast of Africa. He had been on our radar since we were on the hunt for Ulysses Klaue when Ultron was a threat. The first time we crossed paths with him he managed to escape while we were being mind controlled by Wanda and since the we hadn't seen him until he finally slipped up a few weeks ago

"I remember going through his case files, nothing stood out from what we already knew"

"We missed something" groaning you swung your legs over the edge of the bed ready to get to work despite being slightly buzzed from all the alcohol

"We've got our work cut out for us, I suggest we start digging. Romanoff, Barton, go over the interview from his arrest see if he gave any clues. Stark and Banner, start looking at satillites, cameras anything that we could use to track his movements. The rest of us would be going over the files that we have on Kage" Steve assigned us our tasks and everyone dispersed leaving you and Steve behind

"Let’s get to work” standing up you were about to walk to the door when he held onto your wrist

“Not you” spinng around you collided into his firm chest and he steadied you, breath fanning against your face with each breath he took

"Cap I'm fine" looking up at him you shot him a small smile, placing your hand on his forearm giving it a reassuring squeeze, enjoying having Steve so close to you

You're eyes flickered between his eyes and lips, mind flooding with thoughts of kissing him. Steve did the same feeling himself start to lean in but he caught himself in time. Clearing his throat, he backed up putting distance between you both, snapping out of his trance

"Okay…but you should change into something more comfortable" your heart dropped as he straightened up, you tried not to show your disappointment as you headed out the door with him trailing behind

A smile played on your lips as you replayed that moment

Steve does have feelings for you

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Always up to hear what you consider an interesting story, Yahiro.

"Then I'll talk about that time Magpie sent me to the hospital!"

"When he was really little, he still had some pretty violent tendencies. It wasn't really a behavior Fansia cared to curb, and I don't really blame her. He's a violet, after all, and according to her, he behaved when it mattered.

So this meant that, if you weren't Fansia, you were kinda always at risk of getting hurt around him. Even if you checked him over to make sure he didn't have anything sharp on him, he'd somehow end up finding one, and you'd have to wrestle it out of his hands, which believe me... was NOT an easy task. You'd think a kid would have less hand strength, but I guess that's that dense highblood muscle.

Anyways, sometimes, you could disarm him, sometimes you ended up getting a cut or stab, but it was usually never THAT bad. I mean, I can't say the same about the nannies that were never warned he'd do this, they had it pretty bad, but I was lucky enough to have been told to look out, so it never was an issue.

But one day, when I was relaxing on the couch, talking to Noboru, he actually manages to get me in a pretty soft area, here at my middle."

Yahiro gestures towards his stomach.

"And it hurt so much that I could have SWORN he punctured something. I was extremely lucky he had only gotten me with a butter knife, because the little snot was twisting it with this wild look in his eye, and Noboru had to pry him off of me. I still remember Noboru holding Magpie in his hands and shaking him, going 'what is WRONG with you?!', while the kid was giggling away.

It's extremely funny in retrospect, but in the moment, I was like, holy shit I'm gonna die because my friend's tiny little descendent twisted a knife into my guts.

Anyways, once Noboru was done being exasperated with Magpie, he drove me to the hospital, and we found out that it wasn't as bad as we thought. Missed anything important, but I DID have to get some stitches, and was told to take it easy for a while.

When I was recovered enough to see Magpie again, I visited the Izuumi estate. The kid was thrilled to see me, and he nearly knocked me over in his attempt to hug me. Apparently, he missed me a lot while I was recovering. He thought I'd be mad at him, and never want to see him again. I told him it wasn't that easy to drive me away, and he absolutely lit up. Such a cute kid.

I don't understand him. It doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me why he can drive weapons into people he actively likes and cares about, but... I know it's not entirely on purpose. He means well. Anyone who's spent a lot of time around him knows he's just a passionate, loving little guy.

... Still, I try not to spend an extended amount of time around him nowadays, because he could cut me up six ways to Sunday if I'm not careful. And if I do see him, I try to have Noboru or Fansia there. Noboru is still stronger than Magpie, he could pry him off if need be, and Fansia... well, she's probably stronger too, but her strength wouldn't be needed. Simply, Magpie wouldn't dare act out in front of her."

[biggest-stupidhead]

Hiyaa, I'm so sorry for bothering you!! I really like your blog and what you write, read your works several times lol. One that I found really cute was the cadet reader one where she punches Levi and breaks his nose (poor bebe), so I was wondering if we could get like a second part to that with them doing all the paperwork and stuff and how things go down from there.

If you don't want to or don't take requests atm it's no biggie

Have a nice day and take care!!

Aw omg hiiii you’re not bothering me at all! Thank you sm for the support! I can definitely do a second part :)

Summary: Levi and you do paperwork in his office

Word Count: 1.6K

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You leaned heavily on the counter over the kitchen sink, your hair falling loose from your pony tail as you looked down the drain. The rest of your squad was out in the dining hall eating dinner, meanwhile you were going to be stuck with your cranky captain, who almost certainly had a death wish for you now. You swallowed thickly, eyeing the cook who was still dishing out dinner, you considered grabbing a plate. But any hunger you had felt earlier in the afternoon had dissipated since your incident. You knew that you should probably eat a little something, since the last time you had eaten was lunch, which was well over five hours ago. You huffed in frustration as you pushed off the sink and continued preparing the tea. You had only ever prepared the captain’s tea three times. Once when Moblit was too busy helping Hange, and the other two on the captain’s orders. The first time he had told you it was shitty and “too sweet” so the next two times you forewent the honey and just gave it to him black. He seemed more pleased with this than the last time, and even requested that you bring him another tray that next evening. You’d felt both honored and annoyed, having lost a significant chunk of your rare personal time.

But now you just felt plain nervous. You hadn’t ever injured anyone this badly during training before. Hurting your fellow human beings was not high on your list of priorities, aka the main reason why you chose to join the scouting regiment over the other two divisions of the military. You shot one last glance through the window into the dining hall, where other soldiers were all chowing down, meanwhile the sound of the tea kettle whistling caught your attention. You turned and brought the kettle off the heat and  placed the tea leaves into the cups. Once the water had cooled off a bit you poured it into the cups that only Levi was allowed to use, and watched the leaves swirl in the hot water. 

As you waited for the tea to steep, you turned and began to search for a tray to carry it on. By the time you found one, the tea was steeped perfectly, so you wasted no time loading it up and walking briskly up the stairs towards Levi’s office. 

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Levi sat on the counter of his bathroom, which was connected to his office and private quarters, inspecting his nose. The cut on the bridge of his nose had already begun to scab over, and his nose had stopped bleeding all together. He’d broken his nose more times than he would’ve liked, thanks to his upbringing. He slid off of the counter and stalked back into his office, the usual stack of paperwork still piled high. Erwin had been pestering him to find a cadet to help with the work, much like Hange had done so many years ago with Moblit. Other squad leaders also recruited the help of their cadets but Levi would rather not spend his “free time” with the brats, much like he knew that most of them wouldn’t want to spend their free time with him. He wasn’t sure what had come over him when he had asked you to join him for the evening, almost instantly regretting the order. But the way that you didn’t seem to deflate at the order, and even going above his expectations with offering to make tea, made the evening seem a bit more enticing. 

He slipped his jacket off and hung it neatly over the back of his chair before sinking down into the uncomfortable wooden seat. He sighed and began to sift through the papers, organizing them into piles, one pile for you to work on, since his signature was the last step to completion. Another pile that was for himself, this one containing more serious documents. A small knock on his door made him glance up from his work. 

“Name and business.” He said, although he was certain it was you, due to it being right around dinnertime. 

“(Y/n), here with your tea and to do paperwork sir!” You’re voice was muffled by the door, Levi knew that is was locked, so he had to get up and open the door for you. He pulled the door open and stepped back, silently inviting you in. You nodded in thanks, eyes lingering on his nose. Levi watched you closely as you placed the tray onto his desk, careful of the documents, which he was grateful for. He rounded his desk and dropped into his chair once more, as you handed him his tea, he took the cup from you in that peculiar way of his and inhaled the aroma. After a tense beat, he took a sip and gave you a curt nod. You felt your shoulders sag in relief and  you sank down into one of the chairs on the opposite side of his desk. Levi took one last sip of his tea before placing it off to the side, he pushed a stack of papers towards you wordlessly and then produced a pen from one of the drawers in his desk. You began to flip through the papers, deciding that it was best to stay quiet and let Levi make the first attempts at conversation, seeing as you had broken his nose after all. 

Levi watched as you took the work in stride, skimming through papers, scratching down words when needed. You were working efficiently and he couldn’t have asked for more. But why was the silence that he’d been craving all day so very....annoying? He risked glancing up at you, face devoid of any particular emotion as you looked down at your work. Your hair was falling loose from it’s ponytail, causing some rouge pieces to obscure your vision. You let out a heavy sigh, causing your hair to flutter off your cheek briefly before falling back into your line of sight. Levi frowned, normally you were one of the more lively cadets under his command. Alongside Jean, Connie, and Sasha that is. It was concerning, seeing you so quiet and absorbed in the work, when he knew that it was nearly impossible to capture your focus for more than twenty minutes at a time. He hadn’t realized how long he had been staring until you looked up at him, eyes a bit wide and questioning as you met his steady gaze. He cleared his throat a bit awkwardly and looked back down at his papers, embarrassed at being caught. 

“Something wrong captain?” Your voice was smooth as honey and unwavering, something Levi found a bit disarming, given how jumpy and antsy you could be. 

“As you were.” Was all he said, with a flick of his wrist as he tried to play off his staring. 

“Hm okay then” you mumbled before returning to the paperwork at hand. A few more minutes of silence ensued before you placed your pen down and leaned back into the chair and stretched your arms above your head. A loud pop came from somewhere in your body and you sighed with relief. 

“That’s terrible for your joints.” Levi scolded as you twisted to grab the back of the chair and further pop your back. 

“How could something feel so good and be bad for you?” You countered as you twisted to crack the other side of your back, a wry grin on your face. Levi scoffed in slight dissatisfaction before attempting to refocus. 

“I’m almost done with my pile, do you need anything else from me while I’m here?” You asked as you placed another finished document onto the stack that was quickly rising in altitude. 

“Hm, no not tonight.” Levi said, his eyes still trained on his paper as he skimmed through it. Your brows raised at his words, implying that you would be coming back another night. 

“Not tonight?” You asked after beat. He hummed in agreement and added the page to his own finished pile of documents. 

“As in we will be doing more of this?” You asked, not ready to drop the topic just yet. 

“That is what I implied was it not cadet?” Levi asked with an exhausted sigh. You cocked your head to the side as you watched him work. 

“So...you need me again tomorrow night?” You mumbled, not sure how you felt about all of this. Of course you had offered to do him favors, you’d broken his nose, but getting stuck with him for the rest of god knows how long was a bit daunting. 

“Yes, and the night after that.” Levi said dully as his pen scratched against the paper. 

“Why so often? There isn’t nearly that much paperwork.” You pressed, leaning onto the desk in an attempt to get his full attention. 

“Hm no there isn’t but Erwin’s been pestering me about taking on a personal assistant.” His insinuation made you both fear the future and excited for it. Being Levi’s personal assistant could boost your reputation, but at what cost? You inhaled sharply, determination flowing through you to be a better assistant than Moblit, who was practically a pro at this point. 

“I’ll be your personal assistant captain.” you said eagerly, he looked up slowly, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched. 

The sight of you sitting before him with a bright smile calmed him some, he had been worried that you wouldn’t have been ready for the task. He knew that at times he could be...difficult. So seeing you ready to tackle the challenge was reassuring, he nodded stiffly before looking back down at his work, hoping that the relief wasn’t as easy to spot on his face as it felt. 

“Very well then, I expect you here every evening ready for paperwork.” He tried to sound callous but it came out rather soft. 

“Of course sir.” you hummed as you also returned back to your work. 

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I’m not sure if I want this to be a romantic type of thing or more of a soft platonic relationship lol. If you guys want more of this specify the relationship and I will gladly continue this :) 

[kerie-prince]

butterfly fly away

Dad!Sirius Black x Reader (platonic)

requested: (anon) may i please request ( platonic ) sirius black x daughter ! reader where the reader is about to start another year of hogwarts but she doesn’t want to go because she’s worried something will happen to sirius and he’ll miss another 12 years of her life 🥺

warnings: none

summary: Now that you've reunited with your father after years of being in Azkaban, you're worried about his safety and overall well being when you start another year at Hogwarts (song inspo: Miley and Billy Ray Cyrus' Butterfly Fly Away)

a/n: uh this is me announcing that i'll be using the fancast for all marauder fics, ty <3 also what is it with me and making everything into a song fic? am i gonna stop tho? no

(gif cred)

Things were happening all too fast in your third year of Hogwarts. You found out that your best friend, Harry, is your fathers’ godson, your father had escaped Azkaban, and your friends found out that your Uncle Remus is a werewolf. You've known for a long time as he's raised you in stead of Sirius while he was imprisoned and your mother who had unfortunately passed when you were born.

It was hard to lie to your friends about your real name, especially during the course of the last year. That you're actually Y/N Black, not Y/L/N. But when Sirius’ name was cleared, the weight of the lie was a relief off your shoulders.

Your friends, especially Harry, were upset that you hadn't told them the truth but eventually understood where you were coming from. You kept going by Y/L/N for a while and only your friends, Dumbledore, and a couple professors knew of your true name.

Meeting Sirius for the first time since you were a baby was a shock. In the Shrieking Shack after following Ron to save him from the dog that dragged him in, Sirius met your gaze and immediately pulled you into a hug.

‘Let her go!’ Harry yelled, not knowing what was going on and thought Sirius would kill you first. He was about to stun him off of you before Professor Lupin ran in and disarmed Harry. You ran back to Harry and Hermione’s side when you were let go.

Sirius and Remus were talking amongst themselves and you heard your father say 'Let's kill him’ before Hermione started talking. She exposed Remus’ truth to Ron and Harry.

Then all the chaotic events followed. Snape was stunned by Harry, Ron’s pet rat was actually Peter Pettigrew and was the one who had actually turned the Potters in to Voldemort, and Remus turned into a werewolf. And in between all of that, Sirius said that once everything was all said and done, he’d take you and Harry to live with him and be a family.

And for summer, you were actually able to do that. Harry stayed with the Weasleys, which was better for you as you picked the biggest room at your father’s place in Grimmauld Place. Well… it's your place as well now. Remus even moved in and you felt at home. You never wanted to leave your fathers side. The whole summer was spent catching up the past twelve years with your dad.

When you read in the newspaper what had happened at the Quidditch World cup, you were beyond scared and worried for Sirius. He could be a person of interest to Death Eaters now that they were on the move again.

Hermione wrote to you that everyone was fine, but that Harry has been having nightmares for a good duration of the summer. He hadn't mentioned anything to you, but Sirius had. His reasoning for not telling you was to prevent you from worrying even more.

Now, there were three days left until the new school year started. You hadn't done any packing and your dad noticed. “Hey love, what’s going on? We still have to get your books. It will be my first time taking you to the platform. I know you must be used to it, but it’s our first time going as a family.”

“I’m not going. I sent an owl to Professor Dumbledore that I will be skipping out on this year,” you stated as it was normal.

“No, you’re not,” he had stood in silence for a moment, but when he said that, Sirius’s voice was stern. “Y/N, you have to go. School is important.”

“Being with you is more important,” you stood up from your desk chair in your room, “I don’t want to miss out on being with you anymore. Uncle Remus said it would be fine–”

“Remus isn’t your father, I am. You’re going, so start packing.” Sirius left your room and went to check on Kreacher about dinner. You groaned and jumped face down on your bed. You thought he would be happy to spend time with you, but it turned out to be a surprise to you that he isn't.

There was a knock on your door which got you out of your bed to see who it was. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be your best friends. You gave them each a big hug, “What are you guys doing here?”

“To see you, of course,” Ron pointed out. Harry was the last one to hug you and you held on to him the longest. “Your hair grew out,” you stated. He laughed in response. Kreacher came upstairs and looked disgusted at the sight of your friends, “Kreacher is here to tell Young Mistress Black and her… friends that dinner is served.”

“Thank you Kreacher,” you sighed. He was always mean to you and spoke ill about you and your friends to the portrait of your grandmother in the halls. Sirius explained that it was just from the views that his mother passed on to every house elf that served the House of Black. Sure enough, you heard Kreacher talking to the covered portrait and your grandmother saying something about a “blood traitor granddaughter.”

Remus and Sirius were talking in the dining room in hushed tones and stopped as the four of you walked in. Sirius sat at the head of the table with Remus to his right and you to his left. When you sat down, he leaned over and whispered, “Nice try, but Remus never approved anything.”

Dinner floated from the kitchen onto the table, ready for everyone to dig in. Of course, Ron was the first to grab food and ate as he had been starved for days. “I hope everyone is alright after the games ended,” Remus started.

“We've been better, but we’re fine,” Harry spoke. You squeezed his hand and smiled at him. Harry’s always been a good friend, almost like a brother to you and it’d break your heart if anything happened to him. You were sad about skipping out the new school year, but right now, you could only worry about one person at a time and since Harry has not only Ron and Hermione but the entire Gryffindor house and Dumbledore to look after him, he should be fine.

Your father just got you back and started living a normal life again. You couldn't miss that. Not again, and he shouldn't miss out on new memories with you.

“Are you all ready for school?” you could tell what Sirius was doing. They all nodded as they ate. Hermione talked about her classes and what she was excited for. “What about you, Y/N? What classes are you taking?” the curly headed girl asked.

“Y/N says she's not going to Hogwarts this year,” Sirius butt in.

“Why?” Harry had wide eyes when he looked at you.

You cleared your throat, wiped your mouth with the cloth napkin in front of you and explained, “I just want to get to know Dad better. A couple months of summer isn't enough.”

“But you can always write to him during school,” Ron added. Sirius gave you an ‘exactly’ expression. “C’mon, Y/N/N. I hear that this year is going to be really fun,” Hermione pleaded, “I can help you pack if you need help–”

“I'm not going!” you felt bad for snapping at everyone, but your mind was made up. “Well, why not?” Harry asked.

“Because I don't want to be gone if something happens to Sirius!” Everyone at the table looked at you. There was an awkward silence, the only thing you could hear was Ron chewing his food. You abruptly stood up and went upstairs to your room.

“Excuse me,” Sirius followed after. Your door was locked so he knocked on your door, “Darling, can you open up?” The door opened, and he walked in to see that you were laying on your side on your bed facing the other way. Sirius took a seat in the open space next to you and patted your arm. “Talk to me.”

You laid in silence waiting for him to say something again. A few minutes has passed and he let out a deep sigh, “What's going on?”

“I just got my dad back, and this summers’ been great. But I'm scared that when I'm having fun with my friends at Hogwarts, you'll be vulnerable with Death Eaters out loose again,” you still faced the opposite way. He tapped your shoulder in place of vocally asking you to face him which you listened. He pulled you in for a hug and felt you crying softly. He soothed your back and hummed slightly.

You pulled away and wiped the dry tears on your cheeks. “Darling, nothings going to happen to me. I’m perfectly safe and I have Remus here with me. You have nothing to worry about, okay?” you nodded in response. “I’ll write you everyday and let you know if anything happens. Harry, too.”

“Okay. I love you, dad,” you pulled him in for another hug.

“I love you more. Now let's get you packed.”

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requests open!

[1dmonthlyficroundup]

1D Monthly Fic Roundup

Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for July 2021! Below you’ll find One Direction fics that were all published this month in the order they were submitted to the blog. We hope you’ll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundup​.

Happy reading!

Game Changer by @neondiamond

[Harry/Louis, 6k, Mature, tumblr post]

“Did the doctor say what was wrong with you?”

“He thought I was pregnant,” Louis scoffs. “Told me to go home and take a test, a pregnancy test, Haz. Can you imagine the nerve it takes for him to even think that?”

Harry looks lost in his thoughts for a few seconds. “Did you? Take a test, I mean?”

“Of course I didn’t.”

OR: A couple months before playing in his first long-awaited World Cup, Louis finds out he’s pregnant. Harry’s there for the ride.

(I Was Broke) You Healed Me by @fallinglikethis

[Harry/Niall, 12k, Teen and up, tumblr post]

Niall Horan is an unmated pregnant omega living on his own after his alpha boyfriend leaves him. Far from his family and friends in Ireland, Niall is stuck living in a complex for Alpha/Omega bondmates, terrified every day of being found out by his landlord.As if that isn't enough, he's suffering from touch deprivation. Luckily, Niall's doctor can at least help him with that part: she prescribes Niall some cuddle sessions. It's only a little weird that the person she's prescribing him is her brother. Or maybe that's actually a little bit perfect.

The Only Pain in Pleasure is the Pleasure of the Pain by Layne Faire / @laynefaire

[Liam/Zayn, 10k, Explicit, tumblr post]

Liam had followed InZaynity, an artist's Instagram, for ages. Not only was the artist incredibly talented, his voice poured over Liam like warm honey on a winter's night, and his hands were the stuff Liam's wank dreams were made of. However, having Zayn unexpectedly arrive as the newest artist at his best friend's tattoo shop brought Liam's fantasies and reality a little too close for comfort.

Zayn Malik met his boss' friend on his first day at Fine Line Tattoos, and felt an instant attraction. Unfortunately, given Liam's unwillingness to even hold a conversation with him, Zayn was certain the feelings weren't reciprocal. Or were they?

When Liam's new tattoo design falls outside the scope of Tommo's talent, and he recommends Zayn do it, Liam reluctantly agrees. Surely he could manage to spend hours in Zayn's company without revealing his biggest secret, right? Right?

Blow Me Away by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

[Louis/Liam, 6k, Explicit, tumblr post]

Louis likes giving blow jobs.

He doesn't exactly get off on it – he's been with people who properly loved it, and he's not quite that into it – but he doesn't mind the feel or the taste and he really, really likes watching his partner lose it, so getting down on his knees regularly is a no brainer.

Which is why it's a bit frustrating that every time he does, Liam hauls him back up again.

Why Didn't We Make Out the Night We Met? by @berzerkshires

[Louis/Harry, 52k, Explicit, tumblr post]

Louis and Harry meet in an alley outside the hotel Louis is staying for the weekend. Harry introduces himself as Ed, and Louis is completely clueless. They have a relationship through text messages, phone calls, shared pictures and Facetime calls. Is a cell phone being the only source of communication enough? Will Louis ever learn that he's really talking to an international popstar? And what happens when the world is shutdown due to a wide spread virus?

I Love This Feeling (But I Hate This Part) by @lululawrence

[Harry/Louis, 7k, Not rated, tumblr post]

“Stand up.”

Harry stood up from the couch, not a moment’s delay.

“Oh my god, is that what that’s like?” Harry turned to Louis, surprise on his face. “I really thought they were somehow exaggerating, but it really is an automatic response with absolutely no thought from me behind it whatsoever.”

Louis sighed again. “You really wanna keep doing this? Have me use my alpha voice on you so you can work on resisting it?”

“Yup,” Harry said, clapping his hands and smiling. “How else am I going to be able to have any chance at reducing the power an alpha voice has on me?”

I Said It Wrong, But I Meant It Right by @lululawrence

[Liam/Nick Grimshaw, 4k, Not rated, tumblr post]

Nick was a bit of a disaster, but she was used to it.

Or so she thought. She had never known how much she could struggle just to function until the new fire lady goddess angel person winked at her.

Oh, Those Summer Nights by cherrylarry / @beelou

[Louis/Harry, 1k, General, tumblr post]

“Are you okay?” He kneels down to inspect where Harry still has his hand pressed against his head.

“Oh! Yeah, I’m fine.”

“My name’s Louis. Can I buy you dinner or something to make up for hitting you in the head?”

Harry crinkles his eyebrows. “Me?”

Louis chuckles. “Yes, you. If you’d like?”

“Yeah. That would be nice.” Harry smiles so that his dimples show. “I’m Harry.”

“Harry, it's a date, then." Louis grins.

An extended scene of the beginning of the movie Grease as a larry au

people fall in love in mysterious ways (maybe just the touch of a hand) by @vintageumbroshirt / 28sunflowers, @justalarryblog / Bekita, @bluecolouredlou , @beelou / cherrylarry, @thedevilinmybrain / devilinmybrain, @hershelsue / docklands, @foreverfanficaddict,@idolizingthelight / idolizingthelightt, @inlockets / loveroflou, @perfectdagger, @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed / we_are_the_same

[Louis/Harry, 13k, Teen and up, tumblr post]

Set in a world where meeting your soulmate causes a literal spark, Louis Tomlinson has no time for fate. He knows all too well the heartbreak that having a soulmate can bring and he'd rather avoid the whole affair. But, when a chance meeting with up-and-coming popstar, Harry Styles, causes the biggest electrical surge the world has ever seen, Louis must confront the truth that sometimes destiny knocks when you least expect it.

Somehow, Someway by @zanniscaramouche

[Louis/Harry, 16k, Teen and up, tumblr post]

Louis Tomlinson has everything all figured out for a smooth post-graduation sailing into the perfect career in the music industry. A canceled class, a high school play, and a disarming set of dimples were not part of the plan. (Especially when they belong to a boy wearing someone else’s jacket.)

Featuring: A punk with the worst timed crush in history, that moody art kid that never shares cigarettes, the cutest pastel-pink wearing boy on the planet, and his unfortunately nice bottle-blond jock of a boyfriend.

Forts & Fortunes by @neondiamond

[Louis/Harry, 2k, General, tumblr post]

It’s finals week at uni and Harry is struggling to find a healthy balance between studying and tending to his needs. Lucky for him, Louis is there to help him out with that.

One way to reduce tension by @neondiamond

[Harry/Louis, 1k, Explicit, tumblr post]

Harry knows of a few ways to help Louis get rid of some pent up stress…

We Got a Call by @greenblueish / bluegreenish

[Louis/Harry, 24k, Mature, tumblr post]

“Fisher from St Peter hospital, hello. Is this Mr Tomlinson?”

Louis’ eyebrows furrow in concern. Why is the hospital calling him? Has someone he knows been in an accident? “Uh, yes?”

“Great. Your results are in. Congratulations, you’re pregnant!”

“Pregnant?” he chokes, the word almost getting caught in his throat.

“Yes, without doubt,” the woman from the hospital confirms, her voice neutral but somehow chirpy. “I recommend promptly booking an appointment with your ob/gyn to discuss how to proceed.”

"I...Yeah, I’ll talk to my … partner.”

or, the one where Louis and Harry Tomlinson are married and Louis accepts a phone call that was definitely meant for his husband.

How Long Will We Fall (Before We Can Climb) by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

[Louis/Harry, 860 words, General, tumblr post]

Louis' faith in Harry is unbreakable. When they get caught kissing and he is thrown out of his home forever, he has to learn to have faith in himself.

Rope, Leather and Lipstick by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

[Louis/Harry, 552 words, Mature, tumblr post]

Something about ropes around wrists, and tinting skin the colour of strawberry ice cream, tender and kissed by dark lips. Smudging sticky red lipstick across the slight blue shadow of veins, and assuring hands tightening knots.

Lies & Liability by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

[Louis/Harry, 34k, Mature, tumblr post]

Harry Styles has only three wishes when he leaves River Dane Manor to go to Town for his first season: that his sister has rented a townhouse that will provide him as many of the comforts of the country life he has grown accustomed to as possible, that he will not trip and fall when he is presented to Her Majesty the Queen, and that he will enter matrimony out of true love, no matter how favourable the match with any which alpha may be.

Sugar at Night by @brightgolden

[Harry/Louis, 33k, Explicit, tumblr post]

With a year left before he completes his degree, a wonderful fiancé, and a baby coming soon, life is going exceptionally well for Harry Styles.

But, the truth always has a way to unravel itself, doesn’t it?

So, what do you do when the person you fell in love with is not the person you thought they were?

I got myself in a mess (and without you I'm in more) by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed / we_are_the_same

[Zayn/Liam, 9k, Mature, tumblr post]

It’s not desire that has his synapses firing. It’s not the urge to jump him that makes him feel jittery.

It’s the fact that everything about this man - a nice, unassuming guy on Tinder, who studied IT and who seemed like a safe choice - screams danger. It’s the fact that Zayn has been absently touching his necklace for what feels like half the night now.

The necklace. Thank God for Lou, honestly. He’d laughed a bit, at first, when Louis had given it to him, when he’d explained all about the app that it was connected to, the emergency contacts that would be notified and sent his exact location “if you just double tap the back of the charm, see” because Louis was that friend, the mom friend, but right now? Right now Zayn will gladly take the gentle ribbing from Louis if it means he won’t have to spend another moment with this guy.

I don't care if the world knows by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed / we_are_the_same

[Louis/Harry, 6k, Teen and up, tumblr post]

Harry is fourteen when she buys her first binder. She’s been doing cosplay videos on Tiktok for a while at that point, and it seems like the logical choice. Not that there’s anything wrong with cosplaying characters of the opposite gender and not wanting to fully look like them, she’s seen plenty of wonderful creators put their own spin on characters in a way that transcends the source material, but when it comes to her own cosplays -

She just likes it to be accurate.

She likes her chest to be flat, not soft and curvy, when she’s wearing her Crowley cosplay, or when she’s transformed herself into Loki.

It’s all about the aesthetics.

∞

Over the course of a few years, Harry explores and comes to terms with gender identity.

It’s Probably Because I’ve Got a Big Lesbian Crush on You by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

[Louis/Harry, 6k, Teen and up, tumblr post]

Harry's never really concerned herself with being part of the popular crowd. But as the new girl in school the second semester of her junior year, she finds herself unwittingly competing for Queen Bee status against high school royalty Louis Tomlinson. Maybe there's more to their rivalry than it seems.

A not-quite-Mean Girls AU

Going Green (so fucking green) by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

[Louis/Harry, 5k, Explicit, tumblr post]

Harry just really loves being used, and Louis really loves Harry. Who is he to deny him?

Or: Reduce, Reuse, Recycle but make it BDSM

the next bit was spanners to my plan by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

[Louis/Nick Grimshaw, 6k, Teen and up, tumblr post]

The first time was an accident. The second time was an accident too.

Or: Louis and Nick end up shagging on the sly, everyone sends far too many emojis and far too few words, and eventually they're going to have to sort themselves out.

Trust Me Tonight by @vintageumbroshirt / 28sunflowers

[Louis/Harry, 10k, Explicit, tumblr post]

After Harry’s eighteenth birthday, his father calls him into a meeting to say that he is to be married to Prince Louis of France in just over a week.

Harry is excited, of course. The arrangement is better than any he could’ve hoped for, with such a young, handsome and kind husband.

There is just one issue: Harry doesn’t know what happens on his nuptials, or how to get pregnant to give Louis the heir that he needs.

Can we make it any more obvious? by LouStylesHTommo / @smolhilariousbeans

[Louis/Harry, 6k, Explicit, tumblr post]

Five times the boys accidentally walked in on Harry & Louis plus one time they did it on purpose.

Aka Niall, Zayn, Liam being supportive of Lou&H sexy shenanigans.

darling just dive right in by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed / we_are_the_same

[Zayn/Louis, 5k, Teen and up, tumblr post]

Louis can’t think of a worse place to be than at the Malik estate, attending his ex boyfriend's wedding.

Shining just for you by ThoseFookin_Avacados / @hlhome28

[Harry/Louis, 1k, General, tumblr post]

For a clumsy person, Harry danced with quite the grace- spinning around Louis, billowy light robes brushing against his firm darker ones. Despite his slightly smaller build, Louis was decivingly strong, his grip on Harry's waist tight as they performed their steps in sync. Like two opposite halves of a whole, like ones reflection in the mirror, like the sun and the moon.

Part 2 of the Prompt Generator series

crown me with your heart (your love is king) by @perfectdagger

[Louis/Harry, 41k, General, tumblr post]

The universe must’ve had a field day when it decided to plan Harry’s life. There was no plausible explanation for anything that happened in his life anymore. Try as he may, he would never be able to control his life nor predict what would happen next. What were the odds that the one person he was sure he had fallen in love with but had completely let him slip out of his life, already resigned to the fact nothing could ever evolve between them due to Harry’s future with Eroda, happened to be the same person who had Harry’s future in his hand?

A The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Wedding au in which Harry is the Crown Prince of the small island of Eroda and Louis’ uncle is trying to take the throne from him, with a slight a/b/o twist and some more.