#my eternal love for pairing super powered people with civilians

[radioactive-earthshine]

Hi!~ :3 Any Preston/Thad cute headcanon for this poor baby? (i'm the baby and love ur fanfic!)

I gotcha baby.

1.) Preston kissed Thad first and when he did Thad nearly vibrated himself into oblivion.

2.) Thad's not really into comics like Preston and Bart but he will still let Preston rant to him about them. He likes listening to Preston's voice and him being excited about something. When he was in Craydl he didn't really get to see or experience a lot of joy so he really likes latching into it and vibing with it.

3.) Thad also isn't into video games but he does like watching Preston play. He likes the stories that come with the game.

4.) Thad is okay with doing 'nothing' with Preston and is content to just share the same space with him, Preston was worried for a while that he was too boring for Thad but Thad isn't a person that needs to be constantly stimulated. In fact, Thad gets overstimulated very quickly so Preston's slower pace is appreciated by him.

5.) Thad is into music, he plays multiple instruments (piano, flute, viola, and a few more) and he has written music for Preston's films.

6.) Preston introduced Thad to about 75% of the music he listens to.

7.) One of their mutual favorite 'dates' was synced headphones where they listened to the same songs and danced to them, each song got more and more romantic.

8.) Thad makes sure Preston makes it home safe every single night, even though he's not 100% out to the world there are people who know that he is bi and Thad doesn't want to leave anything to chance.

9.) Thad also checks in on him multiple times a day, he's saved him from missing homework, lost bus passes, wallets, cameras, whole backpacks and even his lunch on multiple occasions. Preston is sort of clumsy.

10.) Preston admires Thad for his boldness and his confidence, little does he know Thad doesn't feel bold or very confident but Preston's belief in him makes him believe in himself a little more.

11.) Bart 100% is Preston's best friend, and he can certainly talk to him about anything, but there are some more personal things like dealing with his mother's abuse and his father's negligence that he feels more comfortable talking to Thad about because he feels like Thad really gets it more. And he does.

12.) Preston always lets Thad take the last fry.

13.) Preston really did not understand the hype for New York pizza until Thad zipped off there and back with some. He was very quickly educated that yes, New York pizza really is all that.

14.) Preston is a Blue Lantern, Thad is a Green Lantern, symbolically. Now wouldn't that be an interesting concept to explore.

15.) They are both actually into some pretty niche stuff spanning music and movies. Bart is always willing to give ANYTHING a go, and he will enjoy them, but Thad will actually have the sorts of conversations about the thing that Preston wants to have.

16.) Preston has actually saved Thad's life and he doesn't know it, yet.

[afjakwritesarchive]

I love your writing so much, and your fics make my day! May I please request... Some Arthur centric mutual pining within a superhero AU in which Arthur is a villain and alfred a hero

Title: This ClosePairing: USUK Words: 2,287Rating: TAU: Hero/VillainGenre: Romance/ComedySummary: Arthur hates the vast majority of humankind, but not Alfred. A/N: Here you go darling!! Thank you for the request dear! 

Arthur Kirkland had been sleep deprived for upwards of a year now. At first, he’d no idea what had caused the restless nights spent tossing and turning, but after retiring to his study at four in the morning for the tenth consecutive night with the same face stuck in his mind, he began to understand.

It took him a shameful amount of time to admit that he was in love. Arthur was a man equal parts science and darkness—surely he couldn’t be brought down by something that was both resistant to reason and fact, and that was entirely pure. Love was completely out of the question for a man like him.

Arthur was proud of the fact that he possessed little empathy for humanity as a whole. He believed humanity to be corrupt and incapable of redemption (with the exception of children, who would eventually be corrupted by the adults in their lives anyway). There were few people on earth who were truly good, and their light was often stomped out by the rest of the cruel world before it had the chance to make a difference anyway. Arthur detested the vast majority of people, including himself. The immeasurable cruelty inflicted upon humans by humans was more than enough to persuade him that his experiments were completely just.

Arthur’s hobby of experimenting upon humans had begun after the death of his mother. His father, a rich businessman, had shipped Arthur off to a boarding school in America a week later, unable to look upon the son who so closely resembled his dead love. Angry and alone, Arthur had quickly taken to using his wealth to gain power, which he then used to keep all the students and staff of the academy under his thumb.

As he grew older, Arthur developed an interest in science. The more he learned about humans—what chemicals caused them to do what—the more he thought of the “what if’s” of human existence. His experiments had been naive at first—he’d looked for a way to make humans better, to amplify certain chemicals and repress others to make them better-behaved, kinder individuals. When this had continued to evade him, he’d grown even more cynical, coming to the conclusion that humans couldn’t be improved without being under the strict watch of someone else who knew what was best better than they did.

Thus, he’d begun his quest to create the perfect brainwashing device; something that could be applied to large groups at once, that granted him total control. Something that he could use to create new people, better people, that would treat others fairly and raise their children right. Something that would help him end the cycle of corruption.

Of course, Arthur acknowledged that he himself was corrupt for wanting such a thing. By craving complete control over every other human, he knew he was just as terrible as them. He knew that he’d have to be killed one day after he managed to create a better society in order to ensure that he didn’t go mad with power and simply enslave humanity for his own personal gain.

Through experimentation, Arthur had also developed many other weapons and items could use. He’d given himself special abilities such as the enhanced speed and strength through a one-time chemical injection he’d developed, and a greatly enhanced memory through a liquid substance he drank four times a year. His methods weren’t completely perfect, but they developed with each day. Eventually, he’d developed a reputation for his experiments and creations, which he often forced upon the public without their consent.

Eventually, he was known by his city as a supervillain. His home—a luxurious four-story victorían mansion on the outskirts of the city—had become a symbol of the evil that plagued the city. Over the years, many so-called heroes had come to defeat Arthur, but all had quickly joined forces with him. Arthur had learned that anything could be bought for the right price; even superheroes who had previously vowed to protect the city. Now, they worked for him; gathering supplies, volunteering as test subjects, or gathering civilians from nearby to be new subjects themselves, for a handsome wage.

There was one hero, though, who refused to be bought. He was the bane of Arthur’s existence; a doe-eyed dream who maintained that he did everything for the good of the people. And, despite Arthur’s numerous attempts to sway him with money, fame, and special abilities only he could provide, the hero had remained loyal to the people, fighting Arthur tirelessly. Since he’d moved to the city last year, he’d thwarted almost every single one of Arthur’s experiments. Though Arthur’s experiments were never dangerous to the safety or health of his unwilling subjects, they were what the hero considered cruel. Arthur used his creations to alter their thoughts, add or remove memories, and outright brainwash them. The hero was greatly opposed to this, claiming that it took away the freedoms of humanity, and had ardently fought Arthur.

This hero was Alfred Jones, and Arthur was completely in love with him.

From the very first time Arthur had set his green eyes upon the angelic face of Alfred, he’d loved him. Everything about him screamed purity, kindness, light. He was everything Arthur believed people couldn’t be—a truly selfish individual, someone who did things not for himself but out of love and respect for others. He was the most beautiful thing Arthur had ever seen. He was magnificent and gorgeous and far too angelic for his own good.

Arthur hadn’t gotten a good night’s rest since he’d laid his eyes upon him.

Even so, Arthur maintained a facade of nonchalant evil whenever Alfred was present. As desperately as he wanted to give in to his love, he resisted. The only thing holding Arthur back from relinquishing all control to Alfred was the American’s hatred of him. He knew that, should he display any affection or kindness for Alfred, the man would reciprocate. Alfred would forgive Arthur for all that he’d done, show the Brit the love he’d been starved of for so long.

And Arthur would fall for it. He’d give up everything he worked for, collapse into Alfred’s forgiving embrace, and promise Alfred whatever he wanted. He’d let Alfred’s light convince him that there was more to people than what Arthur believed. Thus, he made sure to be as rude to Alfred as he possibly could. If Alfred saw even the smallest hint of light in Arthur, the villain would be doomed. He’d let himself taint Alfred, take something gorgeous and beautiful away from the world. Even Arthur couldn’t allow himself to be so despicable as to extinguish a rare spark of true compassion, even though he felt that Alfred was far too naive for his own good.

On this particular day, Arthur had sent an employee of his out into the city to take a few people for a new experimental serum. When the man returned with a person slung over each shoulder, both unconscious, Arthur had nearly gasped. Even without seeing his face, he knew immediately who his employee had managed to capture.

Arthur tried to contain his nervousness and gestured weakly for the woman to set the two people on a couch nearby. She did so, explaining that they’d both wake up within a few moments. Arthur’s hand shook as he handed a check for her work. Then, he quickly handed her extra money in cash.

“Take the woman back, I only need him.” He said quickly.

She nodded, walking back over to the couch and quickly picking her up. This time, she held the woman gently in her arms and walked her out of the house.

Arthur gulped, quickly extracting a stun gun of his own invention from his desk. It wouldn’t render Alfred completely unconscious because of his abilities, but it would at least weaken him enough that he wouldn’t be able to utilize his super strength or speed. Then, Arthur fixed his hair and moved to sit on the edge of his desk, arms folded across his chest and the gun clutched tightly in one hand.

He watched Alfred, marveling over his appearance. He’d never seen the American dressed casually, and he couldn’t help but to view the sight of Alfred dressed in a pair of jeans and a casual t-shirt as incredibly intimate. He also seemed much younger dressed casually. Arthur had originally thought that Alfred was in his late twenties, but the sight of the American now made him wonder if Alfred was old enough to drink yet.

After what felt like an eternity, Alfred stirred. Beautiful blue eyes fluttered open from behind a pair of rectangular spectacles—Arthur hadn’t known he wore glasses—and began to look around. Then, Alfred jerked up, looking around with horror. At the sight of horror, several emotions crossed his face before Arthur could decipher what they meant, and he leapt to his feet.

“What the hell?” He huffed.

Arthur raised the gun and aimed, immediately shooting Alfred. The American absorbed the hit easily, looking appalled. “What the fuck was that?!”

“An employee of mine brought you to be my latest test subject. I’m surprised, Alfred—I didn’t think you would let your guard down enough to be kidnapped.” Arthur grinned, making sure to keep his tone as malicious as possible.

Alfred soured. “Yeah, well, I didn’t think you’d be so stupid to keep this shit up even after all the times I’ve kicked your ass. I guess we were both wrong.”

Arthur’s thick brows raised in amusement. He’d always found it funny how foul such a pure man could speak. Alfred spoke as though he were dangerous, capable of seriously injuring someone, though Arthur knew he would hesitate to kill a fly.

“Even so, I’m intrigued. I’ve never been able to get ahold of you as a civilian before. I must say, I much prefer this look.” Arthur grinned, making sure to noticeably run his eyes down Alfred’s gorgeous figure.

To Arthur’s great surprise, Alfred went pink in the face rather than getting angry. He averted his eyes and let out a huff. “Dude, I don’t have time for this right now, okay? I have somewhere I need to be, so I’d appreciate it if you could save whatever batshit experiment you have planned for another day.”

Arthur pushed away from his desk and sauntered confidently up to Alfred, grinning up at the taller male. “Oh? And what could possibly be more important than me?”

Alfred looked down at Arthur and the villain’s breath caught in his throat. There was something in Alfred’s eyes, something painted across his face that made his feelings very clear. His answer to Arthur’s question. Nothing. It was written everywhere. Nothing, nothing, nothing.

“Fuck you. Believe it or not, I don’t like being held hostage.” Alfred said. His eyes spoke, too. I want you.

Arthur felt dizzy. He looked away from Alfred, took a step back. He was so shocked by what he’d realized, he’d lost his composure. Alfred—Alfred wanted him. Whether he admitted it or not, he’d developed feelings for Arthur. It was startling, shocking. It made Arthur want to fling himself into Alfred’s strong arms and be carried off by him. It made Arthur want to turn on his heels and run away without looking back.

“What if I like having you here?” Arthur asked after a moment. He’d dropped his malicious act—his voice was small and hesitant.

Alfred paused, surprised by Arthur’s sudden change in demeanor. “Then you’re crazy.” He replied, looking down at the villain with a surprising amount of gentility in his eyes. “If you like having me here you could always invite me.”

Arthur rolled his eyes. “You’d never come.” He scoffed, trying to put up a wall again immediately.

Alfred stepped closer and took Arthur’s arm, pulling him closer. Arthur floundered, knowing he’d lost. He’d shown weakness, displayed his more human side, and Alfred had pounced immediately upon him. It was exactly as he expected, exactly as he’d wanted to avoid, and yet he wanted so badly to stay this close to Alfred forever. He wanted to allow himself to be human forever.

“Not for some sadistic science experiment, no.” Alfred was looking deep into Arthur’s eyes, searching them. “But for dinner I might. Well, I might when you decide to stop experimenting on the public and turn over a new leaf.”

Arthur looked up at him, gulping. “What would you have me do to make up for it?” He asked as he took a baby step closer to Alfred, just enough that their chests bumped a bit as they spoke.

Whatever price Alfred named, Arthur was sure he’d be willing to pay it if it meant that they could be together. He was also sure that Alfred was aware of this. As oblivious as he acted, Arthur knew that Alfred was incredibly perceptive and intelligent. At least, in some areas. Arthur maintained that Alfred acted like a dolt whenever someone else was in danger—he was always willing to take the fall for them, no matter what the consequences to himself could be. Even so, Arthur loved him and all of his flaws—not in spite of them, but because of them.

Alfred grinned down at him. “I don’t know. Maybe we should put it to a vote or something. They’d probably go easy on you if I promised to keep a close eye on you.”

Arthur’s green eyes sparkled with mischief as he looked back up at Alfred. “A close eye, hm? I’ll accept that, as long as the close eye you refer to is about this close.” Arthur purred, closing in the last of the space between them.

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The End of a Golden Age: a Daily Writing Exercise

Writing Prompt: I didn’t know what to do, I just knew it needed to stop. Grave after grave after grave. I got tired of burying my friends.

She didn’t know what to do, she just knew it needed to stop. It had been so long since she adorned the super heroine persona Ladybug, fighting akumas sent from Hawkmoth. Had she known the consequences of the earrings, she’d never have put them on. The joy of saving others wasn’t worth this pain.

Master Fu never told her and Chat what the consequences of using their Miraculouses were. Maybe he would have. Unfortunately Hawkmoth had gotten to him first, killing the old Guardian. He probably didn’t tell them many things. Still, she thought, this should have been addressed right away.

No one had informed the two superheroes of the longevity of their lives. It wasn’t noticeable at first; their friends made jokes about good genes. Even going so far as to say ‘you haven’t aged a day!’ She had laughed it away. After years it became more noticeable. She was thirty-seven and she still looked sixteen. It wasn’t just good genes.

That was how her friends learned the truth. It was Alya first; she had her suspicions ever since the Pharaoh akuma all those years ago. Thankfully Alya was accepting and understanding of her secret. Next was Nino, who overheard their second half of the conversation. He just laughed it off, thanking her in the end for bringing him and Alya together. She didn’t know how to respond, sputtering out a broken ‘you’re welcome’.

Chat was next. They were patrolling Paris when he brought up their aging problem. It was an awkward discussion that led to the big question: ‘can I know who you are under the mask?’ Both of them were scared; they were stagnant while the world was moving around them. She agreed to learning his identity and vice versa.

To be honest, it wasn’t much of a surprise to her that Chat Noir was Adrien Agreste. She was still his friend, she had noticed he didn’t seem to be aging either. He wasn’t surprised to see her behind the mask either it seemed. They smiled- at least they weren’t alone. If they didn’t age, at least they had each other.

They got married two years later, inviting al of their old school friends. The joking comments about their age that once made them laugh now caused them to flinch. They couldn’t say it was because they were superheroes. All the same, they had plenty of fun during the wedding. Many claimed they saw it coming. The two would share a knowing look; it had seemingly been written in fate. The two celebrated well into the night after everyone had left.

They became the guardians of the many Miraculouses, protecting them against the ever unrelenting attacks of Hawkmoth. The attacks got less frequent, however, surprising the two superheroes. Eventually they received a brooch in the mail with a simple note: ‘I cannot hold this power anymore. Hawkmoth is dead.’ With the note came a hurried call from Natalie saying Adrien’s father had passed. Dots connected. Tears were shed. They moved on.

The problem of their aging didn’t hit them until the first of their friends died. It was Alex and Kim; both had been on-duty police officers chasing down a murderer. The murderer was cornered by the two astounding officers. Their friends didn’t know he had a weapon until it was too late. The murderer shot them both and barely was arrested by Chat Noir and Ladybug taking him into custody.

The funeral was solemn. They went as their civilian selves. Everyone was crying; they deserved much better than what they got. The weather was neither bleak nor sunny. No mood could be read from the sky. It was simply as if it were another day in Paris. To many it was. To the two superheroes, it was catastrophic. 

Adrien would be forced to watch his wife work herself into hysteria, crying about how this would happen to all of their friends eventually. No matter what he did, it couldn’t cheer up the devastated woman. He would sit by her side and cry with her. They would hold each other close to their chests, savoring the preciousness of their relationship. The fact that they would at the very least have each other.

As the years went by, the two superheroes were forced to move away. Their looks were too young to be brushed off anymore. It was a tear-filled goodbye, with only two people present to witness the two superheroes’ farewell. Alya and Nino waved them goodbye as they left. It was heartbreaking for them to leave- though they didn’t go far. It was to a little cottage outside the large city of Paris. They wanted to stay close in case they needed to defend it, despite the years since Hawkmoth had died. They weren’t really needed anymore.

Years passed much too quickly for the two; thirty years passed before they truly got to see Alya and Nino again. They invited the pair to visit. Alya and Nino agreed, bringing a surprise with them. With the long since married couple came their daughter and grandson. The superheroes were shocked- had they really missed that much of their friends’ lives? Alya hugged them both with a nostalgic fondness. It was hard for them to talk about much, it seemed like the now bordering on elderly pair had truly moved on with their lives. They were not invited back, for fear that the two superheroes would not be able to stand it.

They received messages of their friends passing one by one: Chloe, Sabrina, Rose, Juleka, Ivan, Max, Mylene, Nathanael. They were invited to each and every funeral, but they were too scared to go in case someone were to recognize them. They were supposed to be in their seventies at this point. They couldn’t risk it.

The first time the two stepped back into the city of Paris was when Nino passed. Alya called the two, her voice weary and breathy. She begged them to go to the funeral; she needed the support of her friends. They both agreed, feeling remorse that they had not spent more time with Nino in the end.

Seeing Alya was wonderful for the both of them. She looked wonderful. She stood tall, walking briskly and smiling at the two superheroes. They marveled at her appearance. Her hair had grayed, wrinkles covering her face. That was only to be expected of course; she was ninety-four after all. She grabbed their hands each individually, personally thanking them and making them promise to never leave each other. They agreed heartily.

The second time was for Alya’s funeral. Alya’s grandson was the one to invite the two, having known their secret. He was at least thirty now, smiling at the two who couldn’t be more than a faint image in the recesses of his mind. He thanked them for coming. The conversation was terse and short. The two superheroes did not stay long. They didn’t go back to Paris after that.

They lived for hundreds of years, guarding the Miraculouses and eventually teaching others they deemed worthy about them. Soon there were no more Miraculouses in their care, all out in the world making a difference. They watched the technology change, people change, culture change. Strangest of all for them was the legend that the children they trained always told them. Their own story in Paris. It seemed they were not forgotten.

It was inevitable for a villain to appear from the children of the Miraculouses. The two knew it would happen eventually, lamenting at the fall of one of their own, though they decided to let the children deal with it. They were the new generation. They could grow and explore their powers using this. 

They didn’t expect for each and every one of them to be killed. They were the only ones left, the fallen child having died after a fateful battle with three other Miraculous holders. Ladybug and Chat Noir walked through the battlefield openly in costume, letting Paris see them for the first time. They were mourning. The people of Paris were celebrating the return of Ladybug and Chat Noir, famed heroes. The superheroes only stayed long enough to gather each and every last Miraculous before leaving.

They decided to hide the Miraculouses.

They still had not aged. They determined the only way to die was to pass on the Miraculouses or to be killed. Neither seemed a good option. Both resigned themselves to an eternity alone. At least they had each other. 

Of course, that peace did not last. Someone had found the box of Miraculouses (though it was not well hidden) and stole the butterfly Miraculous. This Hawkmoth seemed stronger than the last, even deadlier as well. He didn’t have a purpose other than to kill Ladybug and Chat Noir. They were involved in a long battle, of which ended poorly. Chat had been struck a fatal blow.

Ladybug had panicked, killing the second Hawkmoth she had faced almost instantly after that. She held Adrien as he wheezed, whispering words of love to him. He tried his best to reciprocate, but eventually he simply stopped. Stopped breathing, stopped talking, stopped living. The lone superhero let out a mournful cry.

She took the Miraculouses after burying Adrien by their cottage, deciding to scatter them across the Earth in deadly and hidden locations. Praying they would never be found. She would place a warning with each, talking of the consequences of using these horrible, life-ruining objects. She thought back on her life.

Grave after grave after grave.

She was tired of burying her friends.