#nana loves homelander

[nanabrainrot]

Five to Ten Fingers

You have a thing for holding hands. He has a thing for holding hands with you. You always know when to do it.

Homelander/F!Reader | insinuated established relationship, fingering, beta free. No use of pronouns but reader has a pussy. Drabble bc I lazy </3

Babbling, bucking, and broken, John fucks your pussy nonetheless. It was a fixation, obsession, to watch you like this; coo at the way you twitched on his lap with his fingers pumping you full. Getting to know you meant getting to know your pussy. Getting you to cum was an easy task now and barely even a feat in his eyes - it only mattered how much he made you cum.

The hum of the television, ginormous and hosting an angelic ever changing projection of color on your naked torso across his lap, is loud enough to keep that constant rurr of background noise but not loud enough to compete with the cacophony of sounds spilling out of you. The sound of your socked feet pushing against the sofa’s fabric as you kicked your feet involuntary as your nerve endings fired unwittingly everywhere. The sound of your cunt, squelching loud gushy sounds as his fingers pumped into your groin. The sweet, sweet sound of your pleading. Unintelligible, broken, and stupid.

Your hands kept searching for something, grabbing at the blanket with a vice grip, his pajama pants, his evening tee, whining with each contact until you find something: his hand. His left hand had settled near your shoulder a bit ago, stroking at the skin as he milked you of everything you could give.

You find the skin and the clarity is there for a second, a moment, as your head falls back as your hands start to draw his hand to your chest. Not to toy with your tits but to leave it there - hands wandering up his forearms and stroking the skin of it, then wandering to his hand.

The thick veins pushed at his skin. Apricot, peachy skin and the undertone of greenish veins under it. His hair was yellowy, brownish. Eyes a hue of blue only found in colored pencils, gouaches, watercolors - something only manmade which made sense for him. Beyond human. Beyond reason. The muscles of his chest in his home clothes, a tank that was ribbed and thin, off white. His lips, a thin line of mauve smirking. Teeth like pearls. Hands like a bear trap - open and capable of breaking. Made for breaking.

Bear trap or what, you hand clambers into his. Graceless, needy. Gripping pathetically like it was a rope and you were descending into a valley of death. Needy. Desperate.

“Homelander saves the day!” The television hums, the planes move by. Humming, sounds all aware to him with supersonic ears. They mean nothing. White noise. The sound of gushing, socks on the sofa, panting. Whining.

His favorite noise: “John!” You croon like you’re crying now. A weepy sound, tears slipping down your face. With your eyes screwed shut, you don’t see the smirk change, his eyes soften.

“One more, okay?” he coos, your back arching off his lap. You cried, but nodded and sniffled. Then second favorite sound: the sound of you cumming.

[prettypinkeel]

Shimejis I made:

- D-16 (Transformers one)

art tag: #prettypinkeel

for now interested in: Transformers.

fav chars: Arcee, Twitch (and all other terrans too), Megatron, Elita-One, Chromia, Windblade (I love all fembots), Optimus, TFO!Sentinel Prime, Rodimus, Fortress Maximus, Ultra Magnus, Grimlock, Whirl, Heatwave

other fandoms: HTTYD, Adventure Time, Steven Universe, My hero academia, slasher movies, Godzilla, The Umbrella Academy, Demon Slayer, Madoka, MLP, AVP, Spiderman & Multiverse of Madness, Jurassic Park.

Multishipper. Rare ships. No hate to other ships.

Mainly interested in : Rosepearl, Shockblurr, Megastar, Megoplita/Megalita/Megop/Oplita, Eren/Various, Sentinel/Megatron, Arcee/Various, Togachako, Shigadeku, Obamitsu, Heastrid, StarTwi, All Might/Various.

i am fine to answer asks and draw smth if it's about ships, AUs or chars 🙌 (but I'm drawing very slowly > - >

Might take long breaks due to studying or art block. I still live in Ukraine, the war is going and russia still makes my life here pretty damn difficult. Don't interact with me if you're pro-russia.

AUs/Crossovers i did to keep track on it......↓

AU where Hiccup accidentally shot Light Fury instead of Toothless.

doodles

Hiccup&LF small meme :р

Gravity Falls small crossover art with:

Bill/ Void Ghidorah

Bill/ Nejire Hado (MHA)

Bill/ Pink Diamond (SU)

MHA/The Boys

Nana Shimura as Soldier Boy & Tomura Shigaraki as Homelander

(kinda neglected it cuz I was so disappointed with tua s4)

obamitsu (kny)/tua crossover au where Mitsuri is a part of Umbrella Academy and Obanai is a part of Sparrow Academy

Shigadekuuuus

one

two

three & four

five

six

seven

MLP/Death Note

Twilght/Starlight (Lawlight)

Starlight/Trixie (Light/Misa)

EREFRIEDA BRAINROT

one

two

three

Megoplita romcom au

Oplita asking D-16 on a date

[robielie]

I MADE A NEW TWISTED WONERLAND OC! it only took me almost a year to finally do it 😅

I couldn't find an RSA template that I either liked, or they were inaccessible so I just wrote it out.

Noah Sariel

Nicknames: NaNa (Zoe and family) / Runt 

Grade/Class: 2nd Year

Birthday: December 21st 

Age: 17

Height: 5’9

Dominant Hand: Left

Homeland: Sunset Savannah 

Club: Fight Club 

Favorite Subject: P.E + Mathematics 

Hobby: Competitive activities with Zoe 

Pet Peeves: Being underestimated  

Favorite Food: Roasted Pig

Least Favorite Food: Bitter Melon 

Talent: Proving people wrong with submission holds 

________________________________________________________

Younger cousin of Zoe De’Sol, and guard to Prince Cheka. Has always been seen as “the runt” by others, but also has always been loved by his family, including Leona. Not many outside of the palace believe he’s trained to be a guard until he makes them tap out. It seems he’s always competing with Zoe, which is apparent in their similar club activities and statuses until Zoe’s fight club disbands. But rather, he likes doing competitive things with her. 

He’s not quite social and is well known as the loner at Royal Sword Academy, as he feels as if he does not belong. 

[starry-night-rose]

“I know not who you are or how I got here but may I just say.....Hi.. how ya doin’”

Character Playlist / Character Inspirations

Full Name: Fabian Edwards Nacht

Nicknames: Monsieur Voleur (Rook) Mimic Octopus (Floyd) Bibi (Juvia belongs to @windbornearchon ) Fabi (Ellis) A charming employee/ a pain in the neck (Azul) Mr. Nacht (Livius and Radcliff belongs to @terrovaniadorm )

V/A: Ryohei Kimura (Japanese) Johnny Young Bosch (English)

!Twisted From Flynn Rider from Tangled!

Age: 18

Birthday: July 24th

Horoscope: Leo

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/him

Height: 182 cm (or 6’0)

Hair Color: Brown with a touch of lighter brown

Eye Color: Brown

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Homeland: Port o’Bliss

Family: Unnamed “Nana” ,Unnamed Biological Mother (Deceased) ,Unnamed Biological Father (Deceased)

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous

Dormitory: Octanivelle

School Year: 3rd Year

Class: 3-C (No. 14)

Best Class: Practical Magic

Worst Class: Art

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Favorite Food(s): Strudels, Cupcakes, Lollipops

Least Favorite Food: Anything Rotten

Hobbies: Rapping, Scheming, Making lanterns

Dislikes: Horses, The Police, Loneliness

Talent(s): Pickpocketing, Fencing, Playing the Violin, Charming others

Sexuality: Demisexual Biromantic

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Personality: A true charmer through and through! Fabian is a sly individual, always managing to get on everyone’s good side with his charm and wit. Most people can’t help but listen to everything he has to say! Fabian knows how to use his words to get what he needs from others. Always seen with a smug grin on, he always has a sardonic comment to make about almost any situation he’s in! He’s excellent at getting out of sticky situations using just his words and “charming personality” as he would put. Fabian is however unaware of the effect he has on others, causing him to be known as a “heartthrob” around campus for his accidentally romantic comments and actions. At his core, Fabian is a man who just wants to get by life while simultaneously living life to the fullest.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

TW: Childe Abuse

Backstory: Fabian was born in a poverty stricken area of the Port o’Bliss to two loving parents. Tragically, they passed away when Fabian was around four years old and left him to fend for himself on the streets. Fabian learned to trust his gut and to do anything he could to survive such as pickpocketing to eating food straight out of the trash. It was on one of those pickpocketing runs when he was 13 that he was caught by the police who hit him relentlessly and sent him into the local orphanage. Fabian didn’t mind the orphanage that much, it had okay food, other children to talk to, and a roof over his head. It was in this orphanage that he learned he had a knack for storytelling, sharing stories with the other kids long into the night to help them all sleep. Unfortunately he didn’t stay there long til he was fostered by a wealthy couple. The couple was nothing but cruel to young Fabian, forcing him to sleep in the basement, beating him up, forcing him to eat rotten leftovers if he misbehaved, and so much more. Fabian knew he had to get out of this house so one night, he fled the house and wound up back at the orphanage. He begged and pleaded to be let back in. Thankfully, the begging and pleading worked and he was released from his foster parent’s care. Fabian stayed just a little bit more at the orphanage until he was adopted by a sweet older woman who he affectionately calls “Nana.” She was like an angel to him, teaching him life skills and magic. Later on, he was accepted into NRC and was sorted into Octanivelle

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Trivia!

Fabian hates horses due to getting into a fight with one once! It didn’t end well for him....

He has a scar on his eyebrow! He typically covers it up with his hair

Fabian has dimples when he smiles!

He hates art class as he can never seem to draw the nose right

Fabian is oddly good at massages (He has no idea where he picked up this talent)

Fabian’s skill at the violin started when he was first taken in by his “Nana.” She had one laying around and asked if he could play. When he responded with a no, she took it upon herself to teach him

Fabian doesn’t remember much about his parents other than his mother made strudels, his father loved violin, and they both loved him dearly

The earrings he wears are extremely precious to him, the stud being from his “Nana” and the other being from his mother

[jimintomystery]

DS9: "Shakaar"

Following the death of Bajor's first minister, Kai Winn is appointed to fill the office until the next election. Her policies quickly antagonize the farmers in Major Kira's homeland, Dahkur Province. To mediate the dispute, Kira visits Shakaar, the leader of her cell back in the Resistance. Also, uh, Chief O'Brien is great at darts, I guess.

There's no apparent romantic tension here between Kira and Shakaar, but when I first watched this I immediately figured the story was meant to give her a new love interest. Some of that is the reflexive heteronormativity of Star Trek, wherein any scene between a man and a woman carries a baseline assumption that at least one of them is hot for the other. But it was only decades later that I picked up on another factor: Shakaar is portrayed by the same actor (Duncan Regehr) as Ronin, the sex candle ghost from the Star Trek: The Next Generation episode "Doctor Crusher Meets A Sex Candle Ghost." At the end of this episode, Kira is so affected by her adventure with Shakaar that she blows out her "I miss Vedek Bareil" candle. Coincidence? I think not.

Originally Winn was a religious fundamentalist and a bit of a xenophobe, but by now she just seem to take up whatever position will most frustrate our heroes on Deep Space Nine. Kira is annoyed that the Bajoran public can't see how awful Winn is, but she can't really articulate that awfulness beyond "She's power-hungry." It's hard to get a read on why Winn wants to amass more and more power, and what she hopes to do with it, aside from crushing anyone who defies her. That hurts episodes like this one, where she clearly has no idea how to handle the Dahkur crisis, and can't even invent a good excuse for why she started and escalated it. Winn is dangerous because she's a terrible chief executive, but that ends up making it too easy for the good guys to outmaneuver her.

Since the Bajoran Militia is called in to track down Shakaar, we see a lot of officers wearing the same kind of uniform Kira wears. And dude, those uniforms just don't work. The design only really looks good on Kira, partly because they tweaked her uniform repeatedly throughout the series, and partly because Nana Visitor could make a rain barrel look fashionable. So Colonel Lenaris's unit ends up looking like a bunch of Major Kira cosplayers, which isn't as cool as it sounds.

[jasdiary]

“This really doesn’t seem like a good idea….Okay well wait for me!”

Full Name : Sinan Aspen Keene

Nicknames : S.K, Sinner, Princey (Meryl @rosietrace ), Lord Sinan/Mr. Sinan (Gwen @starry-night-rose ), Sinny/Sinnamon/Princley (Ellis), Nana (Gemma), Si (Nyla)

Jp Va : Kengo Kawanishi

En Va : Howard Wang / John Cusack

Age : 17-18

Height : 177 cm (5’9)

Homeland : Gale Empire

Birthday : 11/25 November 25th

Zodiac sign : Sagittarius

Species : Ice Fae/quarter Wind Fae

Hair Color : Navy Blue

Eye Color : Caramel Brown

Gender : Male (He/Him)

Sexuality : Demiromantic Pansexual

Family : Boreas Keene, Gale Keene(Mother)†, Nevin Keene (Older brother)

Occupation : Student at Scepter Hall Institute, Prince of the Gale Empire

Twisted From : Spike from Tinkerbell

!Neka.cc is just a placeholder until i have the time to draw him!

School Information

Dorm : Forêt Gelée

School Year : 2nd (Sophomore)

Class : 2-B

Best Subject : Incantations / Wing Study (Wingology)

Worst Class : Physical Education

Club : Ice Skating

Dominant Hand : Right

Favorite Food : Summer Salad Bowls

Least Favorite Food : Corn

Likes : Relaxing, Not doing anything, Teasing people, Naps, Babysitting Meryl, Spending time with his father and brother, Talking about his mother, Daydreaming, Decently done work, Skincare, Windy weather, hand holding

Dislikes : Extremely hot temperatures, Not being taken seriously, Being bored, His sleeping habits, Dry skin, Getting a low grade, Being unnecessarily provoked, Large Crowds, Not having physical interaction

Hobbies : Ice Skating, Sledding, Sleeping, Slight of Hand tricks, Coin tricks, Playing with snowflakes, Messing with Nyla, Fashion

Personality : Sinan comes off as lazy, blunt and a little sly. Which is 100% correct! No one knows if his half-lidded, smirking stare intimidates or attracts them. Sinan’s very straightforward with his words, but is still playful nonetheless. He’s an unintentional flirt. The way he speaks and presents himself gives others the impression of the bad boy(which he really isn’t ☠️) you can’t resist. Despite all of that, Sinan is very well liked for his cool, go with the flow attitude.

Unique Magic : ‘Secret Of The Wings’

“Why don’t you try a little harder? Y’never know, you MAY succeed. Emphasis on the may~ Secret Of The Wings!”

Sinan summons a flutter of butterflies formed from sparkling ice that surrounds him as an impenetrable shield. The shield protects Sinan from both physical and magic attacks. Coming into contact with the shield will freeze or frost whatever it touches. Despite being mostly winter fae, using Secret Of The Wings too much will cause his wings to crack ever so slightly. It may not be noticeable, but it is definitely felt.

Backstory :

Sinan Keene is the youngest son of the late Queen Gale Keene, who was a beloved ruler of the small fae dominated empire that bore her name. Sinan's mother was known for her kindness and compassion, and she instilled those same values in her children. The small prince grew up surrounded by love and support, and he always knew that he wanted to follow in his mother's footsteps and become a leader in his own right.

Despite his royal status and the expectations that came with it, Sinan was always a laid-back and chill individual. He had a tendency to be lazy and procrastinate, but he was also a natural jokester and had a way of making those around him feel at ease. Sinan was approachable and easy to talk to, and he made friends easily.

Sinan’s attitude comes from his heart that cracked from a young age when his mother passed away. He was very much a mama’s boy, always clinging to her. His mother was his best friend. Gale Keene wasn’t violently taken from this world, she was just ill. It didn’t hurt the Keene family any less however. The energetic, hard working boy that Sinan Aspen Keene once was had vanished. For a while, not even his older brother he looked up to so much could motivate him. It took Sinan months before he decided to just…let things happen. He’ll let life take the wheel for now. He’ll take control again one day. He just doesn’t know when.

For now, Sinan hides those sad and dark parts of himself deep inside and shows only what he wants others to see. There are certain people who get to see these sides of Sinan, but you wouldn’t believe them if they told you.

Random Trivia!

His first friend at SHI was Gemma Phaedra. It wasn’t that Sinan couldn’t approach people, Gemma just beat him to it! From then on, they became attached at the hip.

Sinan knows Nyla is scared of ice-skating, even if she denies it.

Sinan makes Mercury want to murder him whenever he makes a snarky comment ; it's a bloodbath when it comes to them.

Admittedly, Sinan became Meryl's new crush after Porter got expelled! She's always so flustered whenever he speaks to her, and she's practically clinging to him like a koala.

Sinan is.... Apprehensive about Eclair and how she treats Meryl. He can tell that Eclair adores her daughter, but with the way she essentially locked her up in SHI for all of her life is.... Disturbing to Sinan.

Sinan takes after his mother the most. When she passed away, it was hard for Sinan’s father to look at him for too long because he looked *too* much like her.

Sinan’s mother was half ice fae and half wind fae, making Sinan a quarter wind fae.

Sinan wants to be a professional ice skater.

Sinan may be on the sillier side, but he’s smarter than he lets on. He’s always one of the top students in his classes.

Sinan tends to twirl his hair. He usually does it when he’s nervous.

[slasher-smasher]

Writer Tag

Thank you @sehtoast for tagging me though this will be incredibly short 😂

How many works do you have on AO3? 1

What's your total AO3 word count? 23k

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Like I answered above, I only have one fic on my AO3 lol but I did write 3 small Homelander ones on here!

Beyond the Bad Room

Hands

Tiny but fierce

Birthday Party

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? If someone did comment then totally! I love knowing peoples opinions and if they have some advice for me. I am learning.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? Uhh, I don't know about angst but the protag does get shaken up and terrified at the end. It was my very first try at writing x reader. It's on my profile under House of Wax.

What’s the fic you've written with the happiest ending? I am hoping that if everything goes well, Beyond the Bad Room will end on a happy note.

Do you write crossovers? I planned on a slasher cross over when I was writing for them but when I got into The Boys I thought of a Invincible x The Boys crossover. I am probably not going to write it though since I changed the character that I made for it.

Have you ever received hate on a fic? So far no. Perks of being bottom of the food chain I guess.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I TRY. For someone who reads it so much, I should be able to write it just fine but nooo. There are different kinds???

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Nope.

Have you ever had a fic translated? No.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but I when I get better and more confident I would love to try it sometime.

What's your all-time favorite ship? Oh man.... uhhh probably Spirk (Spock x Kirk) from OG Star Trek. I adore a lot of other though. Dramione is a VERY close second... or maybe Cherik.... Stop me please...

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? I haven't started any big projects yet.

What are your writing strengths? I would like to think I am very creative and can come up with plots. Does that help my writing? Probably not.

What are your writing weaknesses? Being new I have SO MANY. Bad grammar/punctuation, making characters too OOC, not being able to articulate what my brain is showing me.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I enjoy it if there is a translation and that the dialogue is written correctly. I think it gives characters more personality.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? Inuyasha. Sesshomaru was my very first "villian" crush.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? I have SO many fandoms. I really wanna write 10 x Rose (Dr. Who) fic and a Fable (video game) one.

What's your favorite fic you've written? So far? Hands. I really put myself into that one honestly.

No pressure tags: @thesightstoshowyou @your-nanas-house @hdiabolical and anyone else who happens to stumble on this.

[silent-dragon]

TWST OC Profile ~ Nana

Personal Info

Name: Nana

Nickname: Shocking Oni

Gender: Female

Physical Age: 20

Species: Oni

Birthday: 9/15

Zodiac: Virgo

Height: 220cm/7ft'2in 

Orientation: Pansexual

Eye Color: Gold

Hair Color: Auburn

Homeland: The Land Of Tainted Souls (@/multydoodles fanhomeland)

Twist of Kanna from Dead or Alive Xtreme Venus Vacation

School Info

School: Hourglass Station Academy

Dorm: Ikimori

School Year: 4th

Occupation: Weight Lifter,Food Lover

Club: Cooking

Best Subject: Physical Education

Other Info

Dominant Hand: Both

Favorite Food: Candy Apples,Takoyaki,Cotton Candy,Cola

Likes: Pranks,Strength Games,Summer Time,Weightlifting,Sweet Foods,Headpats,Cute Small People

Talents: Super Strength,Thunder Magic

Unique Magic: Bolt Tantrum - If angry enough with stomp of her feet can make lightning bolts strike nearby even when the sky is clear. More stronger during a thunderstorm.

Personality: She is a Jokester most of the time. Very proud of her oni heritage. Casually normal around others but can become angry if something is irritating her. Has a soft side only few get to see where she is fearful of being lonely.

Short Bio: Big oni girl who loves showing her strength. Abit of a prankster as well but means it as a way to express fun. Dislikes anything negative to onis or her size and won't tolerate it.

[runaway-royals]

Nana grinned in obvious amusement, watching as Kori and Hunter bickered in a flirtatious manner. Then, she turned her attention back to Alexander, who explained to her brother how relationships worked in their homeland. "I see. Just like in here, then." The crown prince nodded, while Nana frowned slightly, a little lost in thought. Yes, she was born and raised in the Imperial court, where everyone abided by such traditions as well. And thanks to that, she had Kenji as a baby brother, whom she wouldn't trade for the world. And yet, she also knew how much pain and resentment it had caused her mother. She probably would have felt the same. Would she gladly accept it if Alexander chose another wife in the future? Probably not... However, now it was not the time to poison her mind with such thoughts. They'd certainly have enough time to address them in the future. For now, it was a time for happiness and celebration. Taking another sip of her drink, Nana did her best to regain her cheerful demeanor, so when Alexander spoke to her, she smiled up at him. "Something to show me? Of course my love! I'm already curious!" The princess giggled.

Watching as the guests started leaving the feast, the Emperor took it upon himself to thank everyone for coming, wishing them safe travels. "Likewise, old friend. Please grace us with your presence more often." Raiden bowed politely at Kori's grandfather. Meanwhile, Nana watched the endearing interaction between her future husband and her best friend with a wide smile, as her curiosity to find out what he had prepared grew by the minute. "Aww! Thank you so much, Kori! You truly are the bestest of friends!" The princess let out a happy laugh, also hugging the young woman. Then, turning to Alexander, she nodded with enthusiasm. "Of course, my love! I'd follow you anywhere!" The princess giggled, taking his hand and letting him guide her outside.

"I think so too, especially if you're not into sharing partners."

Kori replied.

"Not one for open relationships, huh Darlin?" Hunter joked, earn an amused looked from the maid.

"You are more than welcome to be in one Greenie. It just won't be with me."

She shot back with a wink as the three other Sprigdragons laughed.

"Looks like you finally met your match, Sprigs."

Alexander teased, turning his attention to Kenji.

"Well, much like it is here, Nordic men are encouraged to... spread their genetics so open relationships are more customary than closed ones."

He explained as his younger brothers nodded.

"Our uncle has quite a few kids with different women, we only met a few ourselves."

Charlie replied, taking over the question as Alexander returned his attention to the princess.

"That sounds like a nice idea, which reminds me there's something I wanted to show once everyone goes home for the evening if you don't mind."

Soon, the night began to wind down, and the guests exited the palace.

.

"Good night Raiden it's always a joy catching up with you all!" Papa said, patting the emperor on the back before turning to the Nordic king.

"It was also it pleasure to meet you too Njord, your boys are all fine young men, maybe my granddaughter might join your lovely family one day."

He joked as Njord chuckled.

"We would be honored, Sir, but we should let Nana and Alexander have their special day first.

The king replied Kori turned bright red.

"Papa!" She scolded as Hunter smiled at the thought.

"I call dibs on best man!" Toby announced as Charlie scuffed. "You know that not how that works, and Hunter pick me!" He exclaimed, adding to the teasing.

Alexander snickered tapping her on the shoulder.

" Kori, do you happen to have that thing I asked you to hold to?"

He asked as she nodded, pulling out colorful braided cord from her pocket, handing it to the prince.

"Of course, here you go, Blue! I'm still surprised you asked me to watch it for you."

"Well, you are Nana's best friend. Not to mention his would have turned out a different if weren't for you, so it seems only fitting."

Kori pouted happily, hugging her friend.

"Awe, Alex! I'm so happy it all worked out the way it did, and I hope you two the amazing future I know you deserve!"

Alexander grinned hugging her back.

"Thank you, Kori, really. We'll see you first thing tomorrow."

He replied saying to the emperor before turning to his bride.

"You would mind following me outside for a moment, My Lady?"

[daythieving]

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i've been so busy i haven't had time to journal. which is fine, not a lot has been bothering me recently. it was my girlfriend's birthday a few days ago which was super fun, i love her a lot and it was nice to see her so happy. i've given up on sobriety, which is pretty big, but honestly if anything it made me feel worse. which isn't really great within itself, but whatever. i tried. work's been killing me. my manager's always on my fucking ass. if anything i've honestly been too busy to really feel anything. i've been more mellow than outright sad these days, but at least it's kind of better. i kinda feel guilty all the time, and i'm not sure why or what about, but it's been weighing on me a lot. i get really avoidant with people because i'd rather not speak than try to have small talk. it's so stupid because usually this happens when i see someone i know out in public and i don't even know why i do it. not really much more to say about it. i've weirdly been missing scotland too lately, also not sure why. i think it's just that attachment to your homeland. i ache for the sea. living in a landlocked province blows so bad! i miss the atlantic and my uncle's house. it's making me super sad the more i think about it. i miss my grandmother's houses too. i was kept really far away from her when she passed away- not because of anything personal, just because of covid. i wasn't able to go to her funeral or go visit her before she passed away. it's really tough because she raised me growing up and there's a big open hole in my body where her home should be. we used to call her every sunday and now we just don't anymore. i never really got to process that correctly. it was worse seeing my mom grieving. i can't imagine what that's like, and i don't really want to. i never met my dad's mom, but we had a relative who was pretty much my grandmother on his side. i also didn't get to see her before she passed away. i sat in the car outside of the home she was in for hours by myself, because i might've stressed her out. i miss her backyard. it was gigantic. like, genuinely gigantic, with this huge courtyard and a path and big green bushes. why can't i go there anymore? i've never really experienced death properly. my papa passed away but that was a long time ago and i was too young to really understand. i mean, i knew it was sad and i missed him a lot but we'd been pretty distant anyhow. i don't remember what he sounds like. i'm scared i won't be able to remember what my nana sounds like one day. i'm scared i won't be able to remember what her attic smelled like, or all the trinkets she kept in her kitchen, or that her carpet was sage green. there was a berlin bear in the spare bedroom i slept in and there were clogs by the fireplace and the path at the front of her house was stony and covered in moss. what if i can't hold onto that forever? i miss her so much these days. she didn't see me graduate highschool and she won't see me graduate college. she'll never meet my wife and she won't ever read anything i'll write. what if i forget how to make a paper snake? i can't go back to her house. i won't ever go back to her house. isn't that unfair? i can still see her face but it doesn't look right when she smiles. why is it so difficult to see her smile again?

[uozlulu]

15-20 for the fic writing meme

Thanks for the questions, anon <3!

15. What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written?

I have two.

I wrote a Captain America (MCU) fic called If No One Else Will where Steve joins the Monuments Men in order to do something to help on the European front. Bucky tags along and the fic picks up when Hydra kidnaps Bucky and then Steve has to save the day as a tiny guy without any super serum. It's one of my favorites because I got to put the fact I grew up learning about World War II to good use and it was fun to come up with stuff like giving Steve his shield without him being a beefcake. I also learned a lot about the state of stuff like asthma in the 1940's when it was considered psycho-somatic.

I wrote a self-indulgent Black Clover/Boruto crossover when the Black Clover movie was first announced. I called it The Land Across the Sea. I started with the concept of Yami visiting his homeland as a potential movie plot, got the final scene pretty much in full immediately, and then chose to make it a Boruto crossover so Naruto and Yami could be somewhat friends from childhood. It was an easy write and I enjoy it. It's a little weak in places but it was fun to imagine how it might go and do some fun things like promoting Noelle and Asta to vice captain for different squads.

16. What’s an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)?

I want to write a BnHA/MHA AU in which Class A and Aizawa have to go back in time to Yagi's high school days to save him from a villain kind of a la Tenchi in Love. I've written quite a bit of it but when I got to Midoriya and Nana interacting in the past it got a bit difficult so I set it aside and haven't picked it back up yet. Also we now kind of know of Tohru's quirk works and this particular AU hinged on her having a different quirk, but that'll just make it even more AU if I ever write it.

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

The most recent one in this vein I wrote was an Interview with the Vampire (AMC) Armand/Louis/Daniel fic The Mortal and the Vampires based loosely on a dark retelling of the fairytale Beauty and the Beast in which potentially canonical events lead to an eventual confrontation between the polycule and one of the penthouse servants who has come to realize they'll never be offered immortality. It was based on a conversation I'd had with another fic author about how Armand having to let Daniel go kind of reminded me of how the Beast has to let Beauty go in the story.

Right now I don't have any highly specific AUs like that rattling through my head. If they're that specific and clear to me, I always end up writing them. Another recent-ish in this vein was my Black Clover AU And There Was Still Hope that explored some manga spoilers about Yuno in a universe in which he didn't receive the Wind grimoire.

18. If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it involve?

I'm not sure if I have any fics right now that I've got any sequel ideas for. I haven't had any sequel requests either, so I'm not sure.

19. If you wrote a spin-off of [insert fic], what would it involve?

I'm not sure if I'd call it a "spin off," but I do kind of want to take my IwtV (AMC) fic Dream a Memory of Me and retool it and give it a better ending. I don't think I'll ever get around to it, but the more I learn and remember of Vampire Chronicles, the more that first fic of mine makes me cringe a bit. That said, it's not terrible, just could be better.

20. If you wrote a prequel to [insert fic], what would it involve?

I'm not really sure because I don't really have any fics I've got prequel ideas for or requests for.

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[kirin-central]

character profile: Zhen Lei (TWST)

NAME: Zhen Lei/Xuan

NICKNAME/ALIAS: Z, Petite Énigme (Rook exclusive), hydra (Floyd exclusive), inked spudling (Vil exclusive)

GENDER + PRONOUNS: non-binary + she/they

AGE + BIRTHDAY: 21-years-old + June 10

SPECIES: human huli jing/fox spirit

HOMELAND: the Far East

FROM: Canada (Earth)

ETHNICITY: Chinese

LOVE INTEREST ?: Malleus Draconia

PERSONALITY: Zhen is an individual who puts up a strong and tough front, but is really desiring softness and comfort inside. being the eldest child, Zhen felt like they had to take on a lot more responsibilities around the house.

HOBBIES: drawing, studying mythos, tinkering with machines

FAMILY: Mi-Sun (adoptive sister), Else (adoptive sister), Irie (adoptive sister), Cyril (adoptive brother), Amandine (adoptive mother), Anton (adoptive father), Yiran (birth mother) + Jian (future child)

BACKGROUND: Zhen is the heir to the Far East’s throne, and is the long lost monarch. After an attack on the palace twenty years ago, Zhen was separated from their family. their father, the Emperor, died during the attack, while their mother Yiran survived but was blinded. through magic, Zhen was sent to Earth in a last attempt to save her life. she was soon after adopted by Amandine and Anton Lei.

MORE INFO:

– they can speak English, French and some Chinese (Mandarin)

– honorary member of the Gargoyles Appreciation Club with Malleus

– works as a bartender and a tattoo artist on Sage Island to help support them and Mi-sun financially while at NRC

– works as a tattoo artist while on Earth

– wanted to become an engineer but couldn’t afford university

– inspiration from Nana Osaki

[marmixedwithabitofintellect]

The Story of Us Instagram 2: Wild Ride

Happy 2 months Pip! Let's see what you have been up to!

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scottysakamoto Someone’s ready to visit her homeland for the first time 🇬🇧📍

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mrsannetwist I cannot wait to snuggle those cheeks ♥️

thegemmastyles COUNTING DOWN THE MINUTES! 🙈🙈

y/n.y/l/n God save Queen Pip 👑✨

pillowpersonpp have the best time! 🙌🏼💓

mitchrowland must I remind you she’s American like her favorite uncle… 🙄🙄🙄

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y/n.y/l/n One is jet-lagged the other is hungry… guess who 🫢

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thegemmastyles Harry 😳

scottysakamoto thegemmastyles for your information I was sleeping 🙄

glenne_azoff THE BOOTIES I miss this tiny miss so so much 😭😭😭😍😍😍

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mrsannetwist: Happy Nana 💜

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darrendr a very happy nana indeed 😘

sandrameighan13 oh look at this lovely baby 🥰

dee_selley I cannot wait to cuddle her 😘

elladeannemurray counting down the days to see her!!! 😍😍😍

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florencepugh and gemmachan Finally got to meet this beautiful girl 🤍 welcome to the world Pippa, your aunties Flo and Gemma are so in love with you 😍congratulations again harrystyles and y/n.y/l/n for this beautiful girl, we love you guys very much 💜

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flofan1 aaaah auntie Gemma and auntie Flo 🥺🥺

hsupdates1 I died 😵‍💫

lizzobeeating WHEN IS IT MY TURN 🫤🫤

harry_lambert ♥️♥️♥️

harrystyles thank you for coming! We love you aunties! 😘💓

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hsupdates1 PIPPA IN GEMMA’S STORY TODAY 01/02/2022

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harryfan1 they are celebrating him together 😭😭🤍🤍

harryfan2 😍😍😍😍

harryfan3 how is he the father of an almost two-month-old?! 🫢🫢

harryfan4 look at those tiny feet 🥺🥺🥺

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y/n.y/l/n Make a wish blow a candle ✨

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thegemmastyles happy birthday dad 🥳

mrsannetwist happy birthday sweet boy 🤩

glenne_azoff why does she look so big already?! 🥺😭😍

Scottysakamoto I love you my heart, thank you 🤍

pillowpersonpp happy birthday H!! 🎊

JasonSuds 🥳🎊

_basselin Grattis H!! 😘😘

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harrystyles Thank you for all the love and birthday wishes, definitely one for the books. All the love, H, Y/N & Pippa 🤍

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alessandro_michele 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

emmalouisecorrin happy birthday! 🎉

hsupdates1 🎉🎉

gucci ♥️♥️♥️

florencepugh damn you’re old 😳

harryseroda Congratulations Harry 🥳🎉

hs_mylove_2 have a great day dad H 😌

gemmachan 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

shaniatwain Best for this new year Harry 😘🥳

i.love.y/n.y/l/n Congratulations! 🎉🎉🎉

harry_lambert ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

stevienicks Happy birthday! 🎈🎂

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elladeannemurray Finally got to meet this lovely girl, my auntie heart feels so full 🥺💛

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annetwist ❤️❤️❤️

y/n.y/l/n I’m so happy the cousins finally met!!! 🤍🥰

gemmastyles ♥️♥️♥️

harrystyles we love you Ella!! 🤍

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[twst-the-night-away]

[ art by @oseathepebble ]

Violetta Piccola

Violetta is a quiet, studious half-fae girl who doesn’t like to stand out very much. She secretly loves fairy tales, dramas, and romances, and often prefers the world of fantasy to the real one. She has a talent for art and making ordinary things pretty.

Dorm: Heartslabyul

Grade/Class: Freshman/Class A

Birthday: September 21 (Libra)

Age: 16

Height: 153 cm/5’0”

Dominant Hand: Left

Homeland: Queendom of Roses

Club: Art Club

Best Subject: Flight

Worst Subject: Physical Training

Hobbies: Drawing (always has her sketchbook)

Pet Peeves: Extroverts

Favorite Food: Carbonara

Least Favorite Food: Shellfish (she’s allergic)

Talents: Cooking/baking, embroidery, memorization

Family: Violetta's parents are an older couple who never had children of their own, but wished for one. When she asked her parents where she came from, they told her that they picked her out of the flowerbed. She doesn't understand why people laugh when she tells them this.

(They're telling the truth, by the way. She was left in the flowerbed by a fae woman who had become pregnant by a human. Violetta's crying woke the Piccolas and they took her in. She got a good, loving home, and the Piccolas got their wish. Violetta doesn't know anything about her birth parents, so as far as she knows, she's just a ... somewhat odd human.)

Until coming to NRC, Violetta never really left the small country town in the Queendom of Roses where she was raised. Her parents own a teahouse and B&B, and Violetta grew up with guests coming and going all the time. There weren't many children her age in the town, so she either played alone or did whatever the older people were doing. This suited her just fine, as from a young age, crowds and extroverts made her nervous. Her dearest playmate was a small kitten she called Soot, who always seemed to stay a kitten, but you'll have to meet @twstinginthewind's Nana for the rest of that story.

Her parents, already treasuring her as a gift from who knows where, didn't really push her to leave her comfort zone - they protected her and let her do what she wanted, which was often "sit in the garden and draw". This was fine for her as she was growing up, but now that she's away from home at NRC, she may have to do some growing on her own now …

Physical Description: Purple hair in an airy bob haircut. Wide purple eyes behind big, round glasses. Fair skin with a somewhat purplish undertone - she often turns a little purple when she blushes instead of red. Short and frail, with a tiny voice to match. She looks like a strong breeze could blow her away.

Floyd’s Nickname: Stonefish

Rook’s Nickname: La violette timide

Twisted From: One of the singing flowers from from Alice in Wonderland

Relationships (changing as needed, but here’s what I know so far):

Friends: Joker (her suitemate and pet extrovert), Nana (old childhood friend), eventually becomes friends with other OCs and canon characters - Juniper, Savvy, Punch, Ace, Deuce, Epel, Idia (mutual understanding), Jade, Silver

Respects/Admires: Riddle, Vil (she's a massive fangirl of his but admires from a distance)

Avoids: A lot of people in general, but especially Sebek

Avoided By: No one in particular, she does her very best not to stand out …

Potential Ships: Jade, Silver, Idia, Ace, Malleus (It’s an otome game after all, she has several routes she can take. There might be even more later on!)

Character Opinions:

Housewarden: Riddle tends not to notice Violetta as she’s always following the rules, so there’s no need to call her out on something. This is all fine and good, as his anger makes her especially anxious. He may occasionally compare Joker to her when he’s lecturing the former. Neither girl enjoys this, as this means Violetta is attracting attention.

Dormmates: Ace, being Ace, tries to be friends from the start, but Violetta’s too reserved to be too friendly with him. (He may have a crush on her.) Deuce seems to understand and give her more space, for which she’s very grateful. Cater’s outgoing, so she shrinks back from him a lot, but he has a good Magicam and he likes to take pictures of cute things she makes. She respects Trey because he seems to understand her need for space the most. She and Joker sometimes join him for baking.

Crowley: She thinks Crowley looks neat, and one of the very few times she’s gotten in trouble was when she was caught sketching him instead of paying attention when he came to class. But he just looks so interesting! She wanted to capture that.

Trein: Violetta likes history! She pays good attention in class. Trein isn’t as scary to her as other teachers, mostly because his sternness is more quiet.

Crewel: Terrifying. Absolutely terrifying. She has a tendency to make mistakes in his class because she’s so anxious around him. This doesn’t help her anxiety. Crewel gets frustrated by her. Shy pups need training, too.

Vargas: Also terrifying. Very loud. Very outgoing. But at least she’s outside, and she does well in flight, so he doesn’t scold her like Crewel does.

Sam: Violetta has gone to the school store exactly once, and it was a disaster. Sam is so loud and cheerful, and rather pushy about selling things, that she spent more money than she meant to because she just agreed to everything he tried to sell her in a failed attempt to get him to leave her alone. If she needs anything, she begs a trusted friend to go for her instead.

[tlcwrites]

Fall to Pieces- Part 2

Poe Dameron x Reader, Modern AU

He tried and failed to swallow the lump in his throat. “I love you, sweetheart.” Your smile was watery and your voice soft. “I love you, Poe.” He tried not to think about how you didn’t mean your words the same way he did his.

Word Count: 5055

Tags/Warnings: Angst. Not as much as in Part 1, but a lot. But lots of fluff, too. And lots of bad language words. Probably a lot of typos, too. It's fucking hard to write past tense when you're used to present tense. If you notice any tense changes, could you pretty please message me because that's my pet peeve and I'm going to have nightmares I missed some.

Author’s Note: It's here! Part 2! I am absolutely bowled over by the response to Part 1; y'all are the fucking best. I have cackled with glee at every single reblog and comment and review, and I cannot possibly verbalize how much it means to me that so many of you are as invested in this crazy little AU as I am. I sincerely hope you enjoy where this is headed. I had to make one small edit to part 1, because I for some reason thought Shara Bey died when Poe was a teenager (canonically he's 8), and I featured her at The Riverside Picnic when Poe and Reader are 12 so, whoops. Whatever at least I didn’t write “somehow, palpatine has returned" in a multi-billion dollar film franchise. My military knowledge is also based on proximity and not experience, and my ANC knowledge even less, so even though I’ve researched as thoroughly as possible, please forgive any glaring factual errors. Thanks as always to my ride-or-die @paper-n-ashes for letting me ramble about plot arcs and for yelling at me when I get too stuck in my head. She's also the one who saved y'all from a brutal section of this chapter but really she didn't because she suggested posting it as a oneshot, and now it's even more brutal, so just remember it's all Sarah's fault. Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

Series Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 3

Age 6

There was a moving truck in the driveway of the house next door when he got home from school.

He’d heard his mom mention to his dad that someone had finally bought Mr. Kenobi’s house, which made him sad and happy at the same time. Sad, because he missed Mr. Kenobi, who would come over when Poe needed a babysitter, and who would always play as much Legos as Poe wanted.

But Poe was also happy, because his mom said the new neighbors had kids. And on the day he saw the moving truck, he was even more excited, because he could see a bike sitting next to the garage, and bikes that size meant kids his age. Or at least, he really, really, really hoped so.

He waved to Snap and Miss Norra, who waved back before they continued towards their house down the street, and clambered up the front steps. When he pushed open the door, the aroma of his grandmother’s signature cookies hit him like a wave, evoking memories of weekends spent sitting on the stool in her kitchen and munching on all sorts of deliciousness, as she baked and told him stories of her homeland- and swore in colorful Spanish. He followed the scent down the hallway towards the kitchen, where he dumped his backpack next to the door and stood on his tiptoes to see over the edge of the counter. “Are those Nana Bey’s polvorosas?”

“Hey hey hey, paws off, bud.” Kes was transferring the still-hot cookies from the baking sheet to the cooling rack. “These are for the new neighbors.”

“Just one? Please?” Poe schooled his face into his best feed-me-I’m-starving face, but his dad shook his head.

“Sorry, little man.” He gently bopped his son on the head with one of the oven mitts as he reached to return them to their hook. “But we can make more this weekend, ‘kay?”

No, not okay, Poe thought to himself, and when his dad crossed to the sink to wash the baking sheet, Poe stealthily reached for the cookie nearest him.

Kes didn’t even turn around from the sink. “Don’t even think about it.”

Poe, a mere fingertip away from the powder sugar coated deliciousness, slumped dejectedly. “Why do the neighbors get all the cookies?” he whined. Those were his Nana’s cookies, after all, and he definitely shouldn’t have to share them.

“Because we welcome new neighbors to the neighborhood,” Kes replied, “and in the Dameron house, that means cookies.”

Pouting, Poe dragged his feet over to the kitchen table, flopping heavily into one of the chairs. He was not excited about having new neighbors now.

--

“Poe!” Shara waved from the front hedge.

Poe glanced up from where he was docking his favorite spaceship in the drainpipe next to the garage (the tube was the perfect size to substitute for an airlock), and saw his parents talking to two grownups on the other side of the low shrubs, one of whom was holding a brown box tied with twine.

The cookie thieves.

Shara was gesturing him over, a look-at-my-beautiful-child-who-is-gonna-lose-the-Xbox-for-the-weekend-if-they-don’t-get-their-butt-over-here-right-now smile firmly in place. With all the hostility a six-year-old can muster, Poe dropped his toys and sulked across the yard, definitely not digging his toes into Kes’s meticulously maintained lawn in protest.

All four grownups smiled at his performance.

Shara affectionately smoothed his curls as he reached his parents. “This is our son, Poe.” She introduced the new neighbors, and he dutifully shook their hands.

“How old are you, Poe?” one of the grownups asked with a kind smile.

He puffed out his chest. “I’m six and two thirds.” He’d double checked the big calendar last week to be sure.

The grownups made that face that meant they thought he was absolutely precious (grownups were so weird), and the one holding the stolen cookies gestured towards their new house. “How perfect is that? We know a six-year-old who I bet would love to be your friend!”

Poe perked up. Please let him like soccer, please let him like soccer...

The same grownup called your name, and Poe couldn’t help the way his nose wrinkled.

Ugh. A girl. Great.

Then you popped up from behind the railing of the porch.

Poe wasn’t sure what emotion suddenly engulfed him; his skin felt too tight, and his mouth had gone dry as chalk. His heart was having a parade inside his chest, beating so loudly that he was sure it was audible from outside his body.

You skipped down the steps, the braids in your hair swinging as you crossed the yard. You pressed yourself against your mom’s hip as she introduced you to the elder Damerons.

“And this is Poe.” Your mom announced him with that kind of voice that meant the grownups knew something the kids didn’t. Poe hated that voice. He didn’t like not knowing things.

But he liked your smile. It radiated joy, even presented as shyly as it was.

He wanted to do whatever would keep you smiling like that.

“Hi,” you chirped. “You wanna play space with me?”

And he realized you were holding the same spaceship he’d just been playing with.

He was nodding before his brain could recognize the movement.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, having a girl for a friend, if she liked spaceships, too.

...maybe she even liked soccer.

Age 11

“I don’t want to.” Poe’s chin was set in that way that meant stubborn defiance. You knew better than to try to change his mind when he got that look.

His dad, however, did not.

“You don’t have a choice,” Kes informed him, shrugging on his jacket and heading towards the garage. “We’re leaving in ten minutes. You both need to be ready then.”

“We’ll be ready.” Smoothly interjecting, you discreetly yanked Poe backwards before he could pop off and land himself in even hotter water. The look he sent your way was one of complete and utter betrayal, but the one you sent back said ‘shut up if you want to walk out of here without being grounded’.

Wisely, he bit his tongue until his dad had left the room. Then, he wheeled on you. “Why didn’t you back me up?!”

“Because it’s not up to me?” You rolled your eyes at his impertinent look. “It’s not, you idiot, and you know it. What am I gonna say? ‘Sorry, Mr. Dameron, Poe and I aren’t going to go visit Miss Shara’s grave with you today, even though it’s her birthday and-’”

“It’s not her birthday,” Poe snapped.

His vehemence made you blink. “Yes, it-”

“You have to be alive to have a birthday.” He pulled his beanie out of his pocket. It was the one you gave him last Christmas. It was orange and black, his favorite colors. It was his favorite hat, because it was from you. He yanked it on his head at the same time he shoved his feet into his boots. “She can’t have a birthday anymore, because she’s dead.”

You have no response to that. What could possibly be said?

Poe sniffed and shoved a fist across his cheek, ignoring the sharp prickling at his waterline. “I hate that he makes us go ‘visit’ her. We’re not visiting her. She’s not there. It’s just a rock on the ground, but he acts like she can hear us and see us. But she can’t, because she’s dead, and we all know she’s dead, and pretending she’s still there doesn’t- it can’t bring her back, and-” His breath started coming in gasps as he desperately tried to hang on to his anger. Anger hurt less. “She- she left me, and she can’t come back, and- and-”

You caught him as he went to his knees, and he curled into you, sobbing his anguish against your neck. He could feel your own tears on his cheek.

“It’s been three years.” His voice cracked. “Why does it still hurt so bad?”

You didn’t answer, because there wasn’t one to give.

Later, at the cemetery, Poe gripped your hand tightly the whole way back to the car. No one needed to know he’d hugged his mother’s gravestone and cried, the same way he would cry on her shoulder as she held him in her arms.

Just because she was gone didn’t mean he didn’t miss her every second of every day.

Age 18

“Oh my god, staaaawp.” You swatted Karé’s hands away from your hair. “It’s fine!”

Poe, sitting on the other side of the kitchen island, smothered his grin.

“You look like you were in a bar fight, please just let me fix that one piece,” Karé bargained, but you ducked away, and took refuge behind Poe.

He held up his hands as you gripped the back of his tux jacket like a shield. “Hey! Innocent bystander!”

Snap guffawed. “Innocent?” He tossed you the ice pack he’d pulled from the freezer. “Instigator, you mean.”

“I did not instigate,” Poe protested as you wrapped a towel around the ice and shoved it towards his face.

“You gave Tritt Opan a deviated septum and a black eye.” Ben’s dry observation was negated by the amusement in his eyes. “Pretty sure that’s considered ‘instigating’.”

“Looked to me like Tritt was- no, you noodle, it doesn’t do anything if you don’t keep it there-” You forced Poe to actually put the ice on his swollen lip before you looked back at Ben. “Looked like Tritt was drunk and accidentally ran into that door.” Your theatrical sigh made Poe smile behind the pack. “It was so sad to watch. Wasn’t it sad, Alex?”

“So sad.” Alexys fluttered her eyelashes up at Ben. “All kinds of sad.”

“And Artemisia of Caria over there?” He asked her, jerking his head towards you. “I suppose it’s a total coincidence that Tritt has a shoe print on his ass that exactly matches the tread of her heels?”

“Total coincidence,” Jessika, perched on the counter, replied with zero hesitation. “Also, kinky.”

“There’s no way it’s her shoe print.” Using your distraction with Poe to her advantage, Karé gave a cry of victory as she finally managed to pin back the last of your errant locks, before laughing as you flapped your hands to shoo her away. “You know, since she was obviously with us in the bathroom,” she continued, “and therefore couldn’t possibly have booted that prick into the vending machine.” “Really, since we’re girls and therefore incapable of using the toilet alone-” Jessika snorted as she watched you shove the ice pack back against Poe’s face and ignored his muffled “ow?!’, “Our alibis are airtight, and clearly none of us could have been involved in showing that dipshit why he doesn’t mess with Black Squadron.”

“Amen to that.” Snap dropped into the chair next to Karé.

Alexys looked up at her boyfriend. “You know that anyone who doesn’t know it’s the name of the soccer team is going to think y’all are in a gang or something, right?” “It’s intentional.” Ben tucked her closer against his side and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. “You don’t actually need to carry the biggest stick if everyone thinks you’re carrying the biggest stick.”

“Furthermore-” Karé brandished her Twizzler like said biggest stick. “-even if anyone in this room had, say, kicked that fucker’s ass-”

“Literally,” Snap added, and exchanged a long distance high five with you. “-and then if anyone else had punched that fucker into next week-”

“Hypothetically?” Ben inquired drolly, and Poe raised his ice pack in salute.

Karé tipped her metaphorical hat to him. “Of course; even then, they wouldn’t be at fault, because-”

“-because that little shit has been cruisin for a bruisin since freshman year when he snapped Pammich’s bra strap so hard it broke,” you muttered under your breath, and Poe had to resist the urge to reach for your hand.

“Because,” Karé repeated at a slightly higher volume, “we all saw him swing at Poe first, and Poe can’t possibly be considered at fault for defending himself.” After a moment to absorb Karé’s reasoning, Poe himself cheekily piped, “Wait, how’d you all see him come at me if you were in the bathroom?”

A collective groan went up as he laughed, and you lovingly smacked him upside the head on behalf of the group. “Some prom, right?” Snap quipped at Ben.

As your friends relaxed into the friendly banter that was the hallmark of the close-knit group, you sat next to Poe and used examining his injuries as cover. “You’re not going to tell Ben what Tritt said, right?” you murmured so low there was no chance anyone but Poe could have heard you. “You know he’d do something stupid.”

“Of course I won’t.” Poe Dameron was many things, but fiercely protective of his friends was at the top of that list. He would defend any of them to the teeth, Ben especially. No one deserved to go through what Ben had gone through. Ben never needed to hear the bile Tritt had spewed about Ben’s grandfather, Ben's uncle, and Ben’s mother. The smears against the Senator were stupid at best and easily-disproven at worst, and who cared about Pastor Skywalker, but the insinuation that Ben was anything like his grandfather, especially given the abuse Ben had suffered…

If you hadn’t sent Tritt flying with that kick, Poe might have gone a lot further than a broken nose and a black eye. Thank goodness the two of you had been the only ones to hear the insults, or the entire team would have ended up suspended.

No one got to hurt their Ben and get away with it.

Snap’s voice jerked Poe out of his ruminations. “Okay, I can't take it anymore. We’ve gone all night; is no one gonna ask the question?” He pointed at you. “C’mon Miss Hey-Poe-Let’s-Go-To-Prom-As-Friends. When are you and you-” he clapped Poe’s shoulder, “-gonna finally admit that this “we’re just best friends” crap is 100%, grade-A bullshit?”

Poe’s heart leapt in his chest, but you didn’t notice, and instead pelted Snap with pieces of popcorn. “Never, you dingus, because we are just best friends.”

The split in his lip throbbed as Poe forced himself to echo your grin. “Yep,” he said, “just best friends.”

Age 21

“Salmeterol is long acting, albuterol is short acting.” You tossed the beanbag back to Poe.

He deftly caught it and flipped to the next card. “Actions, use, serious side effects and specific nursing measures for administration of ondansetron.”

He lobbed the beanbag back to you.

“It’s.. fuck.” You dropped your head onto the counter. “I’m going to fail.”

“You’re not going to fail.” Poe snagged your last fry, then shielded himself when you threw a napkin at him in retaliation. “You jump, I jump, remember?”

You snorted in response. “I am never letting you watch that movie again.”

“I’ll never let go,” he crooned, before yelping as you threw the beanbag that time. “Escalating violence! It’s a pattern!”

“I have no idea why I tolerate you.” Your words might have been harsh, but the doting smile on your face clearly negated them.

He had no idea either, but fuck, he didn’t know what he’d do if you didn’t.

What he said was “Because of my roguish charm. And my cute butt.”

That won the laugh he was going for.

As she walked past with another order, Patty smoothly slid another basket of fries between the two of you, winking conspiratorially. “My contribution to the study efforts.”

“You’re the best, Miss Patty,” you praised her, while Poe shoved a handful into his mouth.

“Okay,” he announced around his mouthful of fries, tossing the beanbag back to you, “The actions, use, serious side effects and specific nursing measures for administration of ondansetron.”

Your anxious sigh had him looking back up, frowning as he watched you shift the beanbag unconsciously between your fists.

“Hey.” He swallowed the last of the fries, and stilled your motion by covering your hands with his. “It’s gonna be okay, alright? I’ve got you.”

Uncharacteristically, at least with him, your smile was shy. It took him back to that first time he’d seen you, half-hiding behind your mother’s leg. “Always?”

“Always.” It’s a vow he’d die before breaking.

Age 23

He hated seeing you like this. You were clearly trying not to cry, putting on a brave face that likely fooled everyone but him. Other than the several weeks he was at BLC, it was going to be the first significant stretch of time the two of you had ever spent apart.

He watched you over his dad’s shoulder as Kes hugged him tightly, giving his dad the signature Poe Dameron cocky grin as they separated. “Love you, Pop.”

“Love you, Poe.” Kes affectionately squeezed his son’s shoulders before he let go. “Be safe.”

Poe nodded. “Mom would kick my ass if I wasn’t.”

Kes chuckled. “She would.” He nodded to himself, before gently tapping the “Dameron” printed on the right side of Poe’s fatigues. “She’ll be keeping an eye on you.”

“I promise not to piss her off.”

“See that you don’t,” Kes agreed with a genuine laugh, trailing off as he looked somewhere beyond Poe’s shoulder. “She’s proud of you, wherever she is. Just like I am.”

Fuck. Poe felt the hot rise of tears as his dad clapped him on the shoulder, stepping back and murmuring something about getting the car.

As his dad headed towards the exit, Poe surreptitiously wiped at his eyes, feeling you slide your hand into his. “Sorry.”

“For what?” You smiled, even though it was clearly forced. “God forbid you have emotions the day you’re-” You tried again. “When-”

Your face crumpled before you stepped into the protective circle of Poe’s arms, fisting the front of his jacket as you wept silently against his shoulder. He dropped his head to yours, burying his face in the crook of your neck and breathing you in as deep as he could, so he could carry you with him to the desert in his lungs as well as his heart.

You both had red-rimmed eyes when you finally stepped away. He tried to ignore the racing of his heart when you didn't drop his hand.

"Ben's flying out tomorrow?" you asked.

Poe nodded, drinking you in. It wasn't like he didn't know every freckle, but if this was the last time he was going to see you, possibly- he shut his thoughts down. "Yeah, he'll-" He broke off and frowned. "I can't tell you anymore."

"I know," you reassured him. "It's okay."

Neither of you made any motion to go, even as the CO started calling the troops to attention.

“You stay safe, or I’m coming over there to kick your ass,” you told him, gripping his hand as if you held on hard enough you could keep him from getting on the plane.

God, he didn’t want to get on the plane. “I know you would,” he teased. “And I promise you won’t have to.” Standing in the middle of that airport, your cheeks wet with tears, he knew he had never and would never see anyone or anything as beautiful to him as you. He attempted and failed to swallow the lump in his throat. “I love you, sweetheart.”

Your smile was watery and your voice soft. “I love you, Poe.”

He tried not to think about how you didn’t mean your words the same way he did his.

Age 26

Fuck. He was so, so fucking glad to be home.

Stepping off the escalator, Poe looked around the mele. The terminal was filled with loved ones reuniting, and the joy in the air walked hand in hand with the relief of being afforded such a reunion instead of a visit from an officer and a chaplain.

Poe craned his neck to try to find his dad in the midst of the chaos, but before he could spot him, he heard his name cried by a voice he’d know no matter if he was gone three years or three decades.

“Poe!”

He had half a second to drop his bag before you leapt into his arms, a warm, crying missile of emotion that made him grunt with the force of your impact, and made his heart spring back to life in his chest. Just as you had when he’d left, you cried against his shoulder, but this time, the tears were of joy. And as you held on to him like he’d vanish if you let go, he couldn’t help squeezing you back with just as much ferocious love and relief and the purest fucking happiness he could remember feeling in a long, long time.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me today was when you were coming back?” you scolded with your face still buried against his neck. The disparity of your clinging to him like a koala with the hurt and anger in your voice would have been alarming in anyone else. But you hadn’t been apart long enough for Poe to have forgotten how well you could ‘multitask your feelings’, as you’d once described. “I had to hear it from your dad?!”

“I wasn’t sure I’d be on this flight,” he replied casually, reminding himself of the scent of your hair with as subtle of a breath as he could manage. Then he yanked himself back to reality and wrestled his feelings back under control with the same determination that he always had. But his contrition was sincere. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“S’okay.” You raised your head to give him a watery smile. “But don’t you do it again, Lieutenant Dameron.”

Fuck, your smile. He’d lost count of how many times he’d imagined that smile over there, when the days seemed endless and he couldn’t remember why the fuck he’d signed up to be flung half a world away from you.

“Never, ever again,” he promised. He went to set you back on your feet, and grinned when you refused to let go. Like he’d ever turn down physical contact with you. “Challenge accepted.”

Your shriek when he hefted you higher, and the ensuing epithets heaped on his head as he strode out of the terminal with his duffle over one shoulder and you over the older, would be something he’d treasure until the day he died, he was sure of it.

Age 28

“Did you see?” Rey dropped into the chair across to Poe, grabbing the muffin from the napkin in front of him and taking a huge, chomping bite.

Poe blinked at her over the edge of his book. “Good morning, Rey. Please, help yourself to my breakfast. Would you like some of my coffee to go with waitaminute nonono paws off!” He snatched the peppermint mocha away when she nodded and went to grab it. “Thou shalt not steal the blessed bean juice! And did I see what?”

“Who, ” Finn supplied, heading to the break room coffee maker for some blessed bean juice of his own. “There’s a new anesthesiologist in L&D. Alex sent Ben a picture.”

“He is fiiine,” Rey sang, in between polishing off the rest of Poe’s muffin.

Finn gave her A Look over the rim of his mug. “You are married.”

“So? I’m not dead.” She winked at Poe. “And Jannah thinks he’s hot, too. Spousal cosign.”

“When did Alex meet him?” Poe asked, unsure why there was a pit growing in his stomach.

Rey was tapping on her phone. “C-section yesterday. Here-” she slid the device across the table top towards Poe. “Holdo sure moved fast getting someone in here after Dr. Antilles retired.”

Finn and Rey continued to talk over his head about the new doctor (first in his class at Johns Hopkins, residency at Mass General, 12 years at Stanford, possible inventor of sliced bread, jury was still out), but Poe was trying not to bite through his cheek as he examined the picture. Alex had clearly snapped it covertly, so it was the slightest bit blurry, but it was clear enough to see the new doctor was as handsome as Rey claimed. Poe was secure enough in his sexuality to be able to admit it. But what had his stomach in knots was that in the picture, the doctor- Yeager, Rey supplied- was leaning against the counter of the L&D nursing station, talking to you.

And you were smiling up at him in a way that you’d only ever smiled at Poe.

Age 30

“Is it okay if we do the farmer’s market on Sunday instead of Saturday?” you asked, stealing the cherry from the top of Poe’s milkshake.

“Excuse you! I’m confiscating your pie for that,” Poe mockingly admonished, stabbing his fork into your dessert as you laughed and tried to shield the plate. “But yeah, that’s fine. Why?” he asked around a mouthful of apple and cinnamon. “Your mom coming down?”

You shook your head as you swallowed a bite. “No, Jarek asked me to go with him to the Chihuly exhibit at the Gardner.”

Poe nearly dented his fork with how hard he clenched his fist. “Oh?”

“Yeah.” You were reaching for your water, and thankfully missed his reaction. “He said he was supposed to go with a friend who had to cancel, and he’d heard I love Chihuly.” Poe resolved to cheerfully murder whomever had been the one to impart that particular tidbit.

Oblivious to his irritation, you waved at Miss Patty as she came out of the kitchen before turning back to Poe. “Anyway, you know he lost his family years ago, right?”

Grinding his molars, Poe managed to nod. Everyone knew about the accident that had claimed the life of Dr Yeager’s family. Poe honestly felt for the guy; he couldn’t even make himself imagine what it would be like if he lost you. But the tragedy had somehow added to Yeager’s distinguished allure, and he’d become even more popular among the staff. And it didn’t help that the good doc was both skilled at his job and a really nice guy.

Fucker, Poe thought to himself.

Because Jarek Yeager genuinely was a good guy. He was exactly the kind of man Poe would have hoped you’d end up with: kind, smart, hardworking, clearly knew a good thing when he saw it, since he was into you. He was the kind of man who was deserving of your own kindness, who would appreciate your sense of humor, who would take care of you and love you the way you deserved.

Who didn’t wake up in the middle of the night, thinking he was back in the middle of a war, held captive by his own memories.

And even though the thought of it made him want to be sick, Poe loved you too much to deprive you of someone like that.

If he couldn’t be that person for you, he was glad it might be someone like Yeager.

“Risha was saying it’s almost the anniversary of the accident, and I guess he always tries to stay busy around that time, so I thought it would be nice to keep him company. I wouldn't want to be alone.” You shrugged. “Plus, free dinner after.”

Poe tried to distract himself from his building dread by draining half of his milkshake, thankful for the resulting brain freeze, which was frankly misnamed because it did nothing to freeze his thoughts. “...you like the guy?”

You seemed surprised by his question. “I mean, yeah? He’s really nice. I enjoy working with him.”

“Handsome, too,” Poe supplied.

“Are you-” You’re looking at him with something akin to mirth. “Poe Dameron, are you jealous?”

“What?!” Poe covered his panic with a sharp bark of laughter. “Jealous of who? Yeager? Not at all.” He winked at you with every bit of Dameron charm he could muster. “I’m just keeping an eye out. Gotta defend your honor and all that.”

“My honor?” You snorted. “I’m gonna smack you.”

“It’s in the official best friend handbook. Rule 30, subsection 5, footnote down at the bottom.” He raised his hands in surrender. “It’s out of my hands.”

He tried not to preen as you giggled. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Your idiot. What does that say about your judgement?” He smirked, but couldn’t maintain his joviality. “Seriously, though,” he admitted, uncharacteristically somber. “You’ve been my best friend my whole life. Of course I’m gonna be protective of you.”

“I know,” you smiled. “And I love you for it.”

But not the way Poe wished you did.

You both hesitated for a moment.

“Did you-”

“I had-”

Laughter bloomed as you both tried to speak at once.

You gestured to Poe. “Go ahead.”

He gestured right back. “No, ladies first.”

Your smile faded into something wistful. “Did I ever tell you my parents always thought you and I would end up together?”

“What?” His heart started racing in his chest and he tried to sound glib. “Why?”

“Cause it’s us. You’ve been my best friend my whole life,” you quoted his own words back to him. “You know me better than anyone else on the planet.”

He tried to keep his face schooled into something not resembling the hope he hardly dared to acknowledge. “I mean, you’re not wrong.”

“...have you ever thought about it?” Your voice was soft, and for the first time in almost two and a half decades of friendship, he couldn’t quite tell what you were thinking. It was unsettling.

“Thought about us?” His mouth was so dry it was a sand worm away from being a desert. When you nodded, he swallowed hard.

Only every single moment of every single day since I met you, he wanted to say.

Could he be that brave?

He opened his mouth to answer, but at that moment, there was a crash as a waitress dropped a tray with a table’s worth of orders on it, and he snapped his jaw shut as you turned to look.

He couldn't do it.

When the din had settled, you glanced back to him. “What were we talking about?”

Firmly ignoring his crumbling heart, Poe cleared his throat. “Yeah, Sunday’s good for the market. I’ll grab the coffee on my way.”

Series Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 3

A/N: I have not gotten beyond the first episode of Resistance, so my knowledge of Jarek Yeager is based on what I gathered from online research and what little analysis my husband would give me ("He's cool, what else do you need to know?"), so I'm sure my interpretation is going to be wildly OOC. And if you caught the reference, Alexys and Risha appear courtesy of @paper-n-ashes from her epic space love triangle Sparks and Embers, and any similarity to any of her characters, living or living, is coincidentally on purpose.

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uuu, thank you for the tags @headgehug @lesbee-dee @thekidkelly @emodennis i'm sorry it took me so long, i got uuhhhh... lazy, sorry jhdjahsjdsa

so yeah, 10 fandoms, 10 characters, 10 tags

Dennis (iasip)

Zoro (one piece)

Genos (one punch man)

Deadpool (idk what fandom to put here.... the Deadpool fandom?)

Homelander (the boys)

Nikaidou (dorohedoro)

Vigilante (peacemaker)

Luise (bob's burgers)

Misa (death note)

Nana (nana, god i love that anime)

and for tags.... idk, i feel like most people did it already. if you didn't do it tho and wanna, you can tag me <3 <3 <3