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hetalia-reacts · 3 years

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Can I request China and Japan with a catboy s/o (also I love your work your literally so talented❤️❤️)

I’m blushing thank you so much (о´∀`о)

China

Yao is in love love with the catboy at first sight

This man loves cute things, you have cat ears, a cat tail, and even act like a real cat at times, you are Yao’s dream come true

Offered to let you stay with him asap, no questions asked

He has no trouble relating to you or getting along with you either

Yao is well versed in cat and human body language so he can tell when his pets and cuddles are too much for you at the moment

And when he’s squealing way too loud into your ears

Does not buy you any cat toys in fear you’d be mad he’s treating you like a real cat

But if you asked for them he’ll get them asap

To be honest he has no idea when he started to fall in love with you for real and not just because you’re cute

Probably one of the times you came to cuddle him when he was upset, no questions asked, and let him play with your ears and tail for hours

Or when you would bring in small animals from outside and proudly show him the things you caught because you said they were ‘cute’ and thought he would like it

He really doesn’t like seeing field mice and snakes in your hands or in his house but he really doesn’t have the heart to tell you to stop

But when he does finally realize just how in love he is with you to be honest he freaks out

He doesn’t really know what to do, he likely hasn’t asked anything about your cat-human hybrid culture regarding dating and humans or if you even found him attractive in the slightest

Yao would still confess to you though, he wouldn’t be able to keep his feelings hidden for too long and would eventually blurt out how much he loves you

He does so in a way that scares the heck out of you though

You’d be chilling, napping, letting him pet you with a nice calm atmosphere around you both

And then BAM “I LOVE YOU SO MUCH DATE ME ALREADY AIYAH”

Kinda sounds like he’s annoyed but he’s really just nervous

When you start dating he’s so sappy at first without realizing it

Always cooing at you and looking at you like you’re his world

It’s sickeningly sweet

Does he tell others he has a boyfriend? That he’s a catboy?

No, not unless you’ve told him he can tell

He won’t tell a soul about you or your true identity if you don’t want anyone to know

Yao is also great at keeping you a secret

However, if you do want him to tell others he tells Japan and Hong Kong about you

Japan gets to meet you first, mostly because he will NOT shut tf or leave Yao alone about having a catboy bf and wants proof

You will likely not like Japan at first because he’s going to poke and prod at you to make sure everything is real and then when he’s convinced he will not want to leave you alone because holy crap catboys are real!!

Yao will have to drag him away and threaten him to not come back

Hong Kong ends up visiting Yao and sees you without any disguise and that’s pretty much the end of that

He does do his fair share of poking and prodding, but Hong Kong gets bored of your cat traits easily and now you’re just like any other person to him

Yao’s kinda conflicted about that because thank god he isn’t trying to come over everyday like Japan but wtf you are clearly so adorable and cute??? How is Hong Kong so unaffected??

Japan

Kiku might die in the spot, or at least think he’s died and gone to heaven

How could he not think that when there is an adorable, real-life catboy in front of him?

Doesn’t question anything at first and just rolls with it

Offers to let you stay with him on the condition he gets to pet you whenever he wants

Kiku is really good at reading and getting along with you when you act more like a cat

Like he knows what violent tail swishing means

And when your eyes start getting all big he knows to gtfo of the way because it’s zooming time

But when you act more human/civil and start giving human body language Kiku is lost

He wants to see if the things he saw in mangas about catboy/girls work on you so be prepared for that

Totally buys you cat toys without asking

He really needs to know if you will abandon your human knowledge and play with the laser pointer and feather toy

For a man who is shy and reserved he does not hold back on you and seems to forget personal space is a thing

If anyone saw him with you they’d think he was possessed, sick, or a completely different person

Kiku 100% realizes he’s in love with you when he comes home from a world meeting completed exhausted and sees you sleeping peacefully in a patch of sunlight with a bunch of discarded manga at your side and he can feel his fatigue just melt away at the sight

That’s when he gets scared too because he realizes how much you mean to him and he cannot stand the thought of losing you

Kiku doesn’t know how to confess his love for you, he wants to say it, but he’s just too shy and scared

You’ll have to notice that he’s in love with you he doesn’t hide it well and confess yourself otherwise you’ll never start dating

Once you are though Kiku gets even more unusually clingy and loving

Always stroking your hair and giving kisses

It’s very strange but endearing

Does he tell people he has a boyfriend? That they’re a catboy?

No, but they find out anyways

Doesn’t matter if you want him to tell others or not, Kiku will not tell anyone

He’s kind of possessive and has the mindset that someone will try to take you from him if he tells them you’re a catboy

But he isn’t great at hiding it from his friends

Germany comes over unexpectedly to drop off something when Kiku isn’t there and sees you sleeping, tail swishing about

He does not mention it to Kiku and leaves before you notice him

Italy finds out because he saw Kiku’s lockscreen and of course its you and he wanted to meet you so bad that he came over the next day

Italy didn’t even knock, just busted the door down and had a field day with petting your head and messing with your tail

China finds out because Japan invited him over and simply forgot to tell you about it

So China ended up walking in, expecting Kiku’s normal empty house, only to be greeted by you

China wants to come over a lot after that day, but Kiku tells him no and threatens to attack him for you if he tries to play with your tail again

Greece finds out because he’s Greece and found Kiku shopping for cat toys and wanted to meet his new friends new cat asap

Pleasantly surprised to see you instead and tries to urge Kiku to let him take you home

It doesn’t work, but Greece does finally get to see a very aggravated Kiku Honda

Not very happy that you and him were found out because most of his friends want to hang out with you and they take all your attention away from him

He might be a little jealous….but only a little….

#aph china #hws china #aph japan #hws japan #hetalia #hetalia reactions #hetalia headcanons #hetalia scenarios

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herohotline · 4 years

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omg can you please do a hawks x pro hero! reader where they get partnered up for something and she's just cold and finds him extremely annoying,, one day they're just patrolling or something and he makes a joke and she SLIGHTLY smiles and hawks sees this and his heart just goes 📈📈📈,, maybe it ends with her patting his wings "oh? theyre soft" and hawks just nosebleeds lmao,, please and thank you 💞

A/N: weak for him... also wanted to write for someone other than aizawa lmao my inbox is full of him. I also made the reader tall in this fic because I thought it fit, so the reader is about 6′0 in height. small readers, just pretend ur tall, u already do it anyway.

Also, tbh, this prompt kind of strayed. I still hope you like it! ---

It’s The Chicken Wings For Me (Hawks x GN!Reader)

---

Keigo Takami- otherwise known as Hawks to the general public and basically everyone else he knew. The man didn’t give his name out to just anybody besides a select few- the only reason you knew his name is because you frequently worked with the guy since you were both hired by the Public Safety Commission.

Just because you happened to know his name and work with him doesn’t mean you like him, though.

He was cocky, purposefully arrogant (because you knew how smart he actually was), and way too comfortable, in your opinion. Each time the Commission teamed you up with him, you had a habit of making a stink. You’d think that the Commission would be annoyed by your complaints and make them stop by just Not Pairing You Together like you wanted, but no. The two of you, unfortunately, make a good team, despite your lack of chemistry.

So you just have to put up with him and his aggravating attitude.

---

Keigo knows that you hate him.

Hate- that’s a strong word. You don’t really hate him, you just hate putting up with him. To be fair, Keigo doesn’t make it very easy for you. He acts like a little brat, honestly- he pokes and prods you that much more because he knows you don’t like it. He thrives off your clipped comments and agitated glares.

He doesn’t really know why he likes to bother you. It’s like the kid who pulls on the pigtails of the girl he likes- something like that.

Today, the two of you are simply out for patrols together. He usually takes off during patrols, cruising in the air to have a broader view of the streets below- but because he’s paired with you, he keeps his feet on the ground, walking by your side as he chats your ear off.

The two of you almost look goofy together. You’re several inches taller than he is, he has to look up at you to talk to you properly- but with the way you are, you barely even give him the time of day as you refuse to look down at him. The fact you can ignore him so easily because he falls out of your line of vision really makes Keigo work that much harder to earn your attention and frustration.

“But- ah- I’ve really told you a lot about me, haven’t I?” Keigo says suddenly, and he grins up at you as he puts his hands in his pockets. “You should tell me more about you!”

You scoff and purse your lips, finally offering him a glance as you look down at him. Always so cocky... “I disagree,” you tell him simply. “Sure, you talk a lot, but you don’t even tell me anything about yourself when you do. It’s just a bunch of stories that you happened to be a part of or witnessed, none of it says a thing about you. So, thanks for the invitation, but I’ll pass.” You look back to the road in front of you. “Besides, you should be keeping an eye on our work more than talking.”

His face falls as he sighs, putting his hands in his pockets. “You’re such a downer, ___, and you always see right through me, too!” He throws his head back as he stares up at the sky, his wings twitching just barely. He could fly off, do his job like you said, but... Keigo simply doesn’t want to. “So cold... cold as ice.”

“Mhmm,”

“Even colder than Endeavor’s kid! You know, the half and half one.” Keigo holds his chin as he thinks. “So I guess he’s not actually that cold.”

“Doesn’t one of his other kids have an ice quirk? And his wife?”

“Oh, you’re right. I forgot.”

You snort in amusement. “You’re a big fan of his but forgot about his other kids, huh?”

“I was distracted!”

“By what?”

“You! And your coldness!”

You actually laugh then, shaking your head and smiling, god forbid. Has Keigo ever seen you smile before? He watches you with wide eyes, his wings once again twitching as he takes you in. “Right,” you roll your eyes at him, your amused smile doing things to him that you don’t even notice, “my coldness. You ever take a guess on why I’m like that around you?”

Keigo grins. “Because I’m insufferable.”

“Exactly. You should do something about that- hmm?” You’re cut off by something brushing your arm. You had rolled up the sleeves of your suit earlier because of the heat, and when you look down, you see Keigo’s feathers lightly brushing your bare skin. Keigo follows your line of vision and when he realizes, his wing quickly folds back.

“Oops! My bad.” He laughs casually. You stroke the area where his wing had touched you and hum, lips pursing together.

“You keep doing that, you know,” you tell him as you look at his wings. “They keep spreading out like that because you aren’t stretching them. Go fly off and tell me if you find anything.”

“Giving me orders?” He quirks his brow at you.

“Yes.”

“...” His shoulders sink and he sighs again. “Fine! Fine,” his tone is defeated as he takes a few quick steps away from you, and then his wings spread out as he gives you a cocky smile. “Impressed?”

“I think it stops looking cool once you get to know the person behind the wings. And after you’ve seen it hundreds of times,” you deadpan.

“But you admit that it was cool at least once.”

“Sure, fine. Go ahead and try that hard to fish for my compliments.”

“I will, thank you!” Keigo laughs and gives you a salute, and then he takes off into the air. “Don’t miss me too much!”

Your head lifts to watch him, “believe me, I won’t,” you assure him. Keigo just laughs again, and within a second, he’s suddenly gone, only leaving a burst of wind that sends chills down your naked arms behind him. You scoff.

He totally did that on purpose.

---

By the time your patrol shift is over, you’re officially bored out of your mind. It’s a good thing because it means that no villains had attacked the area and everything was peaceful and safe. You had helped an old lady with her bags and then a few other pedestrians with directions around the city, but other than that, you didn’t really do much besides walk around a lot. You at least treasured the time you had to yourself when Keigo had finally taken off to patrol the city from above.

You really don’t know why he insists on bugging you.

Eventually, he comes back when he was bored enough, so the two of you ended your shift together. He asked you where you were headed now that you were clocked off, and you kindly told him to mind his own business.

“I don’t think that concerns you, chicken boy,” is a very kind way to tell someone to bug off. You could have been worse.

“Chicken boy, that’s a new one,” he replied, and for once, he actually looked fed up with you. “What about me is like a chicken, anyway? Be honest.”

You had almost laughed at the opportunity. Instead, you reach out and put a hand on his feathers, lightly petting and putting one between your fingers as you hum. “I don’t know,” you tease, “kinda looks like a chicken to me.”

Keigo’s nose scrunches in a way you had never seen before as he pulls his wings away from you. “Chickens are white,” he told you.

“True enough,” you put your hand back at your side. “Chickens can’t fly, either... Their wings aren’t as soft as yours. So with all of that taken into account, it really doesn’t make sense that whenever I look at you, I still just see a scraggly old chicken. Wonder why that is.”

You had really just been teasing him, trying to get on his nerves like he had so frequently got on yours. His face turned pink, and you thought- yes, finally. I’ve finally done it.

But then he just smiled, wide, ear to ear. “Just admit it and say you think I’m cute.”

Of course.

Your face falls as you just stare at him blankly, and his shit-eating grin never leaves. “Where on Earth did you get that from what I said.”

“Chickens are cute! You don’t think so? I think you do.”

The bickering never ended, and you didn’t even notice that he continued to follow you until you arrived at the food cart you were planning to eat at. And then the two of you continued to bicker and peck at each other, just like a couple of hens, really- as you ate dinner together. It was truly amazing how stubborn Keigo was to bother you- it almost looked like you were friends to passerby's. But you were definitely not friends, nowhere close.

He was just a piece of gum on your shoe. Really.

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wolf-2099 · 4 years

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Phelinx tilted his head as he gazed at the mirror. He poked at his cheeks, and then prodded at the dark bags under his eyes. Disappointed, he stuck his tongue out at his reflection. A figuring walked into the frame of the mirror and made him jump.

"I didn't take you for someone so vain, Phelinx." Szayelaporro chuckled.

"Damn it, warn a guy before you sneak up behind him!"

"You should be more attentive to your surroundings and not get so caught up in your reflection, lest you drown in it."

"I'm not- It's not like that!" Phelinx batted a sleeve at the Espada behind him, "I was just... Thinking, is all."

"Oh?" Szayelaporro looked up at his own reflection and smiled. "And what were you thinking about?"

Phelinx crossed his arms. The Arrancar let out a huff of annoyance. "It's not important or anything. I was just thinking, y'know, about how fucked up my face looks."

"I beg your pardon?" Szayelaporro's voice almost sounded like he was offended. "Explain."

"Well, y'know," Phelinx began, "my face is weird. My mask got all fucked up and is stuck in my forehead. And the giant dark circles under my eyes. Oh and my weirdly soft and round cheeks. It's all kinda gross."

"I'm hurt that you would say that, Phelinx."

"Huh? Why the fuck would you be hurt by what I say about myself? It's not like you don't sling your fair share of insults at me."

"Perhaps, but you're wrong. Your face is fine. It's lovely, even."

Phelinx turned around to fully face Szayelaporro, confusion washing over his face. "What are you playing at, Granz?"

"I'm not toying with you, Phelinx," Szayelaporro waved his hand. "I'm being honest. You think that someone like myself would be attracted to someone who wasn't also immaculate and handsome? The way I see it, these supposed faults you're pointing out aren't faults at all."

Szayelaporro trailed a finger under Phelinx's jaw, softly tracing his facial features. He slowly began circling his fingertip on Phelinx's cheek, dragging it across the bridge of his nose.

"I think these are especially cute. Not just here, but also," Szayelaporro bent his head down to kiss at Phelinx's covered shoulders, "here."

Phelinx's face began to heat up, becoming a darker shade of pink than Szayelaporro's hair. He playfully pushed at Szayel's face as the man continued to kiss at his arms.

"Ok! OK! I get it! You can stop that now." he hissed.

Szayelaporro smirked as he stood up right, turning to walk away.

"Just keep what I said in mind, Phelinx. It's insulting the me that you would think so lowly of yourself. It's not every day someone of your rank can impress me. Do work to take more pride in that fact."

Phelinx watched as Szayelaporro walked away. The click click of his tail against the floor did not go unnoticed as the scientist smirked to himself.

#dragon's writing #🧪#like usual i did not proofread this we type our shit out in one go and hit post #but also dont look at me it was a random idea and im embarrassed and szayel is ooc cuz he would never say this but listen

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glenncoco4 · 4 years

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To Love

A/N: Chapter 3 of What Happens Next? A little bit T.

XXXX

"Are we really doing this?” Marty looks over at his wife with a bit of apprehension.

She hold her hand out for him to take, giving him a faint smile. “Yeah, you don’t like the idea?”

“I love the idea very much but just the thought of that thing being jabbed in my skin and drug through it is kinda cringe worthy.”

“Come on, baby, I already did it. You can’t bail on me now.” She bats her eyelashes at him and sends it home by pouting her lips. “Do it for me?”

“Damn you, Kensi Deeks.”

“I love you.”

45 minutes later

They’re standing by the wall on the side of the room, each of their arms that are closest to the mirror raised. She places her palm against his and threads their fingers together.

He brings his lips to her for a chaste kiss and then they both turn to look at the reflection. A smile spreading to each of their faces at the now complete image before them.

The two waves start off slanted and then start to barrel, forming a heart. It’s them; it’s their love.

Kensi had been thinking about these matching tattoos for awhile. Whenever they would have a break or lull in cases she would sit at her desk and just stare at her hand wishing she could be wearing her ring. They decided to keep their marriage a secret at work together but she still felt wrong without her ring. It was a part of her now, a part of their story and she loved their story. One day she was coming back from lunch and walked past a tattoo shop and that’s when it hit her.

She watches as his eyes slowly flutter open and is met with two ocean pools. “Good morning, handsome.”

A lazy smile spreads to his lips at the sight of his beautiful wife in front of him. He tightens his arm around her even more and pulls her towards him until they’re bare chest to bare chest.“Morning, Sunshine.”

“Do you know what today is?”

“Yeah, it’s Saturday.”

“Try again, buddy.”

“Of course I know what today is, wifey.”

May 28, 2004

Kensi glares at him when she sees that playful look in his eyes.“Martin Deeks, if you want sex tonight I would be very careful with that cake if I were you.”

They cross her arms and bring the cake towards the other’s mouth. He does as told and places the piece of dessert in her mouth but the newly Mrs. Deeks has other plans.

Marty’s eyes go wide in shock at the feel of her missing his mouth and shoving the fluffy dessert directly into his nose and upper lip. “Kenssss, come on. That’s not fair.”

She brings her lips to his ear, a seductive grin playing at her lips. “Be good and I’ll let you play with the cake later, hubby.”

He turns his head, their faces now a breath a part as a awestruck look crosses over his features.

“What?”

“Hubby. I’m your husband.”

“Yeah, and I’m your wife.”

He shines his pearly whites at the truth of her statement. Closing the small gap, he brings his lips to hers.“I love you, wife.”

“I love you more, husband.”

....

She starts playing with his hand, his wedding ring on full display. “So I was thinking.”

“Thinking’s good.”

“I was thinking that we should get matching tattoos.”

“Tattoos. Interesting.”

“Well, it’s just that I hate that I can’t wear my ring at work and I love you so much. I thought it might be comforting.”

“Baby, you know it’s just a piece of jewelry.”

“I know but still.”

He knows how much her ring means to her and how she hates that she has to leave it behind while at work, he feels the same way. “To be honest with you, I hate that I can’t wear mine either.”

“And that’s where the tattoos come in.”

She turns over and reaches into her night stand, pulling out a picture to show him what she had in mind.

His eyes light up at the image before him and how surprised he is at how much meaning a 2 inch image could have. “Wow, that’s so us.”

“Right? It’s inconspicuous and no one else would know the true meaning behind it.”

“It’s just a wave and of course together it would give us away but if someone….lets say a criminal were to see it, it wouldn’t get a second glance. Just another Californian with a wave tattoo.”

“Mmhm.”

“But we’d know what it meant.”

“We would.”

Marty stares at his love, god how he loves her. She’s still staring at their new artwork and he can’t help but notice the happiness that’s radiating off her. Truth is is that he would get his whole body tattooed if it made her happy. “We can still do stuff with these, right?”

She’s pulled out of her trance when her husband’s words hit her ears. Her hand that’s resting on his hip finds their mark and pinches the skin of his love handle.

“Ow!” He yelps at the sharp pain. “Hey, it’s a valid question.”

Blake laughs at the blonde man’s clear meaning behind his words. “Yeah, man. You can do stuff.”

They keep their hands interlocked and thank the man that just poked and prodded at their bodies for the past hour and a half. “Thanks, Blake.”

The heavily tattooed man nods in appreciation of their business. “Anytime.”

As they make their way out of the tattoo parlor the sun is setting, which is perfect for his gift for her. Walking across the street hand in hand, he guides her over to the dunes. “If you’ll have a seat, my lady. I will present you with your gift.”

She brings her lips to his cheek at his adorableness. God how she loves him. She takes a seat in the sand just like he asked and looks up at him. The sun is hitting the water as it sets. Right here in this moment, she can’t imagine loving him anymore than she already does.

He reaches for his back pocket and pulls out a piece of paper. Just as he unfolds it, his body begins to tremble at what he’s about to say. His eyes lock with hers and he relaxes. The love she holds in her heart for him shines bright in her eyes and he doesn’t think he could love her anymore than he already does.

Just to say I love you

never seems enough.

I’ve said it so many times

I am afraid you won’t understand

what I really mean when I say it.

How can so much feeling,

so much adoration possibly fit into

those three little words.

But until l find some other

way of saying what I feel, then

“I love you” will have to do.

So no matter how many times I say it,

never take it lightly, for you are my life,

and my only love.

I love you now more

than ever before.

She can’t keep her eyes off of him. The words that leave his lips and the desperation she so clearly sees in his cerulean blues to find the words that describe how he truly feels makes her desire for his touch that much stronger.

He watches her beautiful mismatched eyes and his heart does a million little flips as an angelic smile spreads to her face. She reaches out her head which he gladly accepts but instead of him pulling her up, she quickly pulls him down on top of her. Her arm wraps around his neck, pulling his face closer to hers.

She waits for him to bring his lips to hers but they seem to be stuck in this moment. Saying all they need to with their eyes. Somehow conveying to each other the depths of their love. Marty finally closes the distance between their lips and places a passionate kiss to hers. His tongue sweeps across her lips, asking for entrance. Their tongues begin to duel and hands begins to wander until they remember they’re on a public beach.

Kensi pushes her husband back a little to put some distance between them with a smirk. “We can continue that at home but it seems as though great minds think alike because I also have a gift for you.” She wiggles a little bit to pull out an identical sheet of paper from her pocket.

Sensing that they’re being watched, Marty places a kiss on his wife’s forehead and rolls over so now he’s laying on his side with his hand propping up his head.

The brunette doesn’t stay laying down though. She sits up in front of him, crossing her legs and gives him a sweet smile.

In you,

I have finally found all I

never dared dream I could

deserve or have—the kind

of love that is rare.

Be known in a way that

touches the deepest parts

of me. Accepted in a way

that blows my mind.

In you,

the love I have always

desired to give now has a

place to call home. I have

been a skeptic, but you are

my undeniable miracle.

The questions don’t matter

anymore. We have finally

found each other, and that

is enough.

As the last line leaves her lips, she’s abruptly pulled up onto her feet by her husband who then begins to hurriedly walk them to their car.

“Baby?”

“We gotta get home now.”

Her laughter emanates from her joyous smile at his clear excitement.

Once they reach the car he opens the passenger side door and all but pushes her inside.

She watches as he quickly walks around the front of the car and she bites her lip when she sees that his hands are down towards the front of his pants blocking any bystanders view of what’s going on underneath.

Hopping inside, he turns the key, starting the ignition. He feels her eyes trailing up and down his body. Marty locks eyes with her and right away knows that’s a bad idea because she has that seductive grin on her face and yep, she’s biting her lip. “Unless you want to explain to your boss why we got arrested for indecent exposure I suggest you stop looking at me like that.”

She really likes this game. The excitement of trying not to get caught adds that much more fuel to her fire. As he throws the car into drive and starts heading down Highway 1, her hand slips over the console and rest firmly against the bulge in his pants. “Happy Anniversary indeed.”

XXXX

Deeks’ poem is by an unknown author. Kensi’s is by John Mark Green.

#Densi #Densi Fanfic #Kensi Deeks #Marty Deeks #What Happens Next?#AU #NCIS: LA #NCIS: LA Fanfic

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hermannsthumb · 5 years

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Number 10 prompt please!

10: Going to a friend’s wedding

from spring fic prompts meme here

this is my favorite fucking trope its so fun

“How do you know this bloke again?” Hermann calls.

Newton pokes his head out from around the entrance to the washroom, where he is trying, unsuccessfully, to knot his bow tie in the mirror. All he’s managed to do is completely wrap up his index finger in the fabric. It looks a bit painful, to be quite honest. “He used to bully me in middleschool.”

This gives Hermann some pause. He frowns. “I thought you said he was your friend,” he says.

“I lied,” Newton says. “I kinda--” He lower his hands from his neck, after freeing his finger with several sharp tugs, and groans in frustration. “Damn it, can you get this for me? I should’ve just bought a clip-on like you said.”

“You should’ve,” Hermann tsks. He pushes himself to his feet from the edge of the hotel bed and joins Newton. He makes quick work of the tie: even one-handed, he’s more successful than Newton. “There,” he says, and pats Newton’s shoulder. Newton shoots him a grateful smile in the mirror. Then Hermann frowns again. “Why would you want to go the wedding of a man who bullied you?”

“Uh,” Newton says. “Burying the hatchet?”

“I’ve been in your head, Newton,” Hermann says. “There’s no use lying to me.”

"He invited me,” Newton says. “Conveniently, right after they did that magazine spread on us.” He rolls his eyes. “Dude just wants to flaunt me around and pretend like we didn’t hate each other’s guts. You know he pushed me off a swing once?”

“So you said yes?”

“I said yes,” Newton says, and he turns and winds his arms around Hermann’s waist, “so I can show him how much better I am than him now. Pure ego trip.” He smiles cheekily. “I saved the world and got some hot genius arm candy out of it.”

Hermann makes a noise of disgust and pushes him away; Newton is persistent, and fits their bodies back together in a second. “Arm candy,” Hermann repeats.

“I’m kidding,” Newton says, quickly and he stretches up to leave a kiss on his cheek. “I’m your arm candy. C’mon, won’t it be fun to show off a little?”

He leaves another kiss, closer to Hermann’s chin this time, and Hermann shuts his eyes. “Show off a little”--Hermann does not like the sound of that. Showing off means Newton sticking his hands into Hermann’s pockets and hanging all over him and kissing him in front of anyone and everyone. Subjecting them and their relationship to all sorts of scrutiny. “You know my, er--rules, on certain things,” Hermann begins, as Newton kisses his jaw. “PDA. And--and the like.”

“I won’t start feeling you up at the reception or anything,” Newton laughs, but he does, finally, release Hermann’s arms and turn a little more serious. “I know. No PDA. Got it.”

They finish dressing and make sure everything is put away before calling a cab to take them to the wedding venue. They could’ve driven, perhaps, but Newton is always a bit too fond of open bars and Hermann does not fancy the idea of dragging him around a parking lot in the middle of the night to find their car at the end of the night when he could just shove him right into a cab. Far easier. Far less of a hassle.

As they wait by the curb, Newton is chatty, even excited--fixing his hair, asking Hermann to fix his hair, smoothing down his lapels, telling Hermann about how awesome it’s going to be to see the look on That Asshole’s face--but on the ride over, he begins to fret. Something he picked up from Hermann in their drift, undoubtedly--Newton never fretted before.

“Should we have brought a gift?” he says. “People do that, right?”

“I thought you hated him,” Hermann sighs. “Why would you bring him a gift?”

“To prove I’m the better man,” Newton says. He’s drumming his fingers. “Know what? I’ll just say I was too busy to go out and get one. All those interviews we’re doing, and everything.”

Ten minutes to go. Newton begins fidgeting again, pulling at his suit lapels and collar like it’s stifling him. Maybe it is. “This thing is hot. Should we stop off and get flowers?”

Five. “We could write a check. No, that’s lame. What did your parents get at their wedding, dude?”

“A nice set of plates,” Hermann says, and is thrust, unwanted, back into a bad memory from his early childhood. “I broke one on accident when I was seven and my father took my telescope away.” The plates were relegated to the top shelf of the china cabinet after that, only taken down for when Hermann’s grandmother visited. Hermann never got the telescope back. He cried about it for a week.

“Yeesh,” Newton says. He doesn’t speak after that.

The ceremony is long and boring, made even longer by the fact that Newton won’t stop prodding at him and whispering in his ear the whole time. Everything from commentary on what the groomsmen and bridesmaids are wearing (unflattering and unfashionable), to critiques of the floral arrangements (too busy), to complaints about the institution of marriage as a whole (misogynistic and heteronormative, and Hermann chooses to say nothing back at this because he has seen how frequently Newton’s eyes stray to the engagement rings on display in the jewelry shop window whenever they go to the shops). As they clap along, half-heartedly, with the rest of the group when the ceremony finally draws to an end, Newton suddenly hisses in his ear “Our wedding is gonna be a lot more tasteful.”

Hermann freezes. “Our wedding?” he says.

He turns to Newton, a little incredulous. Newton is very red in the face. Hermann’s never seen him this flustered before. “I mean,” he says, “that’s not--hypothetically, if we got hitched--you know?”

“Our wedding,” Hermann repeats, a little more thoughtfully.

Hermann has noticed Newton gazing at engagement rings when he thinks Hermann isn’t looking, but Hermann himself has done his own fair amount of gazing, his own fair amount of considering, also hypothetically, what it would be like to hook his last name up to Newton’s and call him his partner in more way than the given. They haven’t talked about anything of the sort yet--they’ve only just gotten over themselves enough for Newton to permanently relocate himself to Hermann’s bedroom in their flat, and Newton still stutters over introducing Hermann his boyfriend, still occasionally apologizes when he wakes up with his arm flung over Hermann--but Hermann finds he isn’t adverse to the idea at all.

Newton clears his throat. He tugs at his bowtie again. “It’s so fucking hot in here,” he says, too loudly; the couple sitting in the folding chairs in front of them turn and give him a look.

“Newton,” Hermann says.

Newton begins to crane his neck around. “Are people leaving yet? Can we leave? I’m hungry.”

“Newton,” Hermann says, and Newton faces him without meeting his eyes.

Very, very cautiously, almost embarrassed at himself (as if he’s doing something far more brazen than he actually is) Hermann lays a hand on Newton’s lower back. A small allotment of PDA. “Our wedding will be tasteful,” he agrees.

Newton smiles bashfully.

At the reception--once Newton has managed to blow off the groom, who is, as he expected, really only interested in Newton’s newfound celebrity and being able to say he knew him Before It All--Newton manages to squirrel an entire bottle of champagne away to their table in the back corner and they finish it all off between the two of them. Afterwards, when they’re both a little giddy with it, Newton insists on taking Hermann for a spin around the dance floor. (“I can waltz,” he promises. “I’m pretty good at it.”)

Hermann doesn’t intend to waltz. He leaves his cane at the table for the excuse to lean on Newton the whole while, and rests his head on Newton’s chest as soon as they make it to an uncrowded spot far from the center. Newton startles in surprise; his heart rate increases; his hand hovers, nervously, above Hermann’s back. “Can I--?”

“Mm. Please,” Hermann says.

“Not too much PDA?” Newton says.

Hermann grips Newton’s shoulderblades tight. “Not at all,” he says.

Newton’s hand, warm and sturdy, presses against him. Hermann shuts his eyes.

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #Anonymous

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burlybanner · 5 years

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Syzygy

Notes: New story. Will be putting it in installments, probably once/week. This is more or less to keep me honest with writing it. If I don’t, I won’t finish. I know me far too well. It’s a monster, probably close to NaNoWriMo levels if I’m honest. But it’s a nice monster. Note the tags.

Syzygy

Rating: M (themes/language mostly)

Pairing: Stark Spangled Banner

Special note: an AU of Infundo (post-Infundo Chronicles).

Summary: They’d always been a triad - sun and moon, encircling a heavenly body...

***

The question was so out of the blue, so perplexing, so - fuck no, he must be losing his hearing - insane that Tony dropped the spanner. It bounced and clanged angrily across the lab's cement floor causing one bot - U - to chirp softly and pick it up. U tried returning it to its creator by repeating bumping against his leg, but Tony focused on one thing right now. One person.

"Run that by me again?"

"You heard me." Bruce Banner stared at an oil smudge between their feet. It was twisted in an odd shape, reminiscent of pancake-shaped licorice. "I don't think I need to repeat myself."

"Oh hell, no. No." Tony yanked the spanner from U's grip and tapped his shoulder with it while pacing the floor. "You don't drop a bombshell like that without giving a guy a hint. What brought this on?"

"Honestly?"

"Yeah, honestly."

"It looks comfortably soothing, I’m tired of running, I like who I am...and." He bit down his response, holding it between his teeth, but Tony could see Bruce mentally shifting gears - frustratingly choosing to conceal a portion of truth. A skill Bruce was, unfortunately, still good at doing.

Bruce sighed. "Maybe I'm warming up to full-on pampering from you and Steve. Do I really need to explain myself?"

"All right, fine. I...get it. Sort of." Tony paused mid-pace and gave Bruce the side-eye, but not without sauntering over to his extremely significant other while poking him in his gut (and Tony's finger sunk in a good five inches, before Bruce swatted his hand away).

Like diving into fresh dough, Tony thought wickedly.

“Stop that.”

"Whatever. I'm just saying, you're what. Three-sixty? Three-seventy?"

"Three-ninety."

Tony tutted his tongue against his teeth, his eyes scanning Bruce from head to toe. He'd overlooked how round and jowly Bruce's cheeks had become and how much more his heavy belly wobbled over his belt like an over-inflated water balloon.

Tony slowly scraped his lower lip with his teeth and let his libido drink in Bruce's delicious form. His fat had dissolved all his chiseled edges, smoothing them like candle wax, dimpling him in places Tony never expected to notice. Arms, legs, face, chin, chest, neck - even elbows and fingers Pillsburied up into scrumptious fat. Bruce'd blown up like a county fair attraction and Tony couldn't tell where he'd even put on the extra twenty; Bruce’s fat had settled into all his body’s spare nooks and crannies. All that lovely jiggling Jell-o. Waiting for touches, prods, tickles, and gropes—

"Earth to Tony," Bruce muttered, snapping his fingers in Tony's slackened face.

Tony snorted, pretending Bruce hadn't mesmerized him and turned him so the fuck on. Was he becoming more like Cap these days? Wouldn't doubt it. "ANY-hoo," Tony said, grabbing a rolling chair. He took inventory of Bruce more thoroughly by rolling around the scientist, taking a good 360-look while Bruce stared at his circular pattern.

"Are you trying to orbit me?"

Tony laughed. "No. Although that could be an experiment for another day." Tony poked and prodded Bruce’s flab, freely grabbing fistfuls of his favorite butterball and fluffing his ample butt cheeks.

"Tony," Bruce cautioned.

"Sorry. Couldn't resist."

"What are you plotting?"

"Me, plotting? Perish the thought. I'm planning, Banner. I have ideas, I have a million ideas. But we're gonna have to get Cap involved. He'll want to know."

Bruce fidgeted somewhat, which surprised Tony. Didn't seem like something Bruce would be shy about.

"So soon?"

"Well, yah, the sooner the better." Tony narrowed his eyes at him. "What's bugging you, Care Bear?"

"Nothing," Bruce said, but Tony didn't believe him. He let it slide as he rolled back to his desk.

" 'Nothing' for now, babe, but I'll challenge that declaration later." He did a quick calculation in his head and pulled up Jarvis' keyboard. "J, open a new file for me. Call it, 'Operation Supermax.' "

"Seriously?"

"Don't mock the name, Brucie Bear. It's not like I had time to come up with something better."

"New file created," Jarvis intoned, flooding the room with his soothing AI voice. "Would you like to add to it now, sir?"

Tony grinned at Bruce. "Scan Brucie for me, Jarvis. Put all his current vitals in there. Show us what we're working with."

Jarvis threw up a 3D image of Bruce‘s body and stats. “I will say, I'm quite curious, sirs."

"So‘re we, J. Especially interested in what'll happen after we tell Cap."

Bruce looked less enthused at telling Steve, but whatever. Steve was their partner; not telling him would be ridiculous. "Sure you don't wanna say why you're lookin' grim?"

"I'm not grim," Bruce stated, and Tony waggled his finger at Bruce's lie.

"Not my monkeys, not my circus. But you know Steve'll get it out of you if I can't, Pooh."

"I know."

"Easier to rip off the band-aid."

"I said I knew, didn't I?"

"Fine, fine." Tony toggled a few buttons on his keyboard. "J, call Steve down. We're gonna have a family meeting."

But Steve relayed a message through Jarvis saying he'd meet up after he'd finished his workout. Bruce had grabbed five pounds' worth of snacks and wanted to wait for Steve in the media room, but Tony cajoled and wheedled him until he caved. Which was why he ended up joining Tony in the exercise room instead, ogling Steve's lifting routine. Well, “cajoling and wheedling” wasn’t exactly right, to be fair. Watching Steve work out was a damn privilege.

"I feel like a stalker," Bruce muttered, unwrapping one of his remaining chocolate bars. He wasn't not staring, though.

"He probably knows we're here. He says he doesn't, but I think he does. I'm just obeyin' my thirst."

"Quit watching those dumb commercials." Bruce scarfed down his jumbo Snickers bar with two or three grateful grunts and gulped down his soda. And no, Bruce's Adam's Apple bobbing so deliciously up and down did not mesmerize Tony. Certainly not.

Nope.

"Mmf--and/or, get off social media. Sounds like you’re trying too hard to fit in with the cool kids."

"Heh. You can't tell me Steve doesn't like teasing us right back." Tony pointed his chin at Steve powerlifting weights rivaling Thor's class. "Look at 'im, you can't tell me he's not a thirst trap."

Bruce made a face as he tossed his wrapper and soda can in the trash. "Definitely too much social media."

Tony's eye lingered over Bruce's dwindling dragon hoard of snacks, which teased a lecherous smile from his lips. "You startin' early, or what?"

"Gotta keep up my strength."

"Mhm." Tony went into his head, thinking about how Steve'd go bonkers. In a good way. Probably in a good way. "You know Steve'll have his own ideas. You gonna let him go hog wild?"

"Oh, hardy-har." Bruce tore into a packet of mini donuts. "Yeah, okay, fine," he grunted. A smattering of donut crumbs sprayed from his full mouth before he put a hand to his lips to stop them. "You figured out why I'm apprehensive. Don't rub it in."

"I'm not tryin' to, Brucie. In fact, I think you're blowing this up way out of proportion." And don't think Tony didn't recognize the pun, even if Bruce didn't. He casually watched Bruce scrape crumbs from his shirt. "Don't you think he cares enough that h--"

"Oh, hey, fellas!"

Steve finally noticed them salivating in front of the spy window. Which was what Tony called it. Really, it was a breezeway with a window to the exercise rooms so folks could check for occupied training floors. But Tony mostly used it to indulge his naturally nosy nature.

Steve grabbed a fresh towel and wrapped it around his neck while Tony bit his tongue. Making lewd comments was tempting and although Steve wouldn't have minded, Bruce would get skittish if he ramped up the tension now. And if Bruce bolted, well...kinda made what he was about to do moot.

"What's up?" Steve dabbed sweat from his forehead and plunked next to Bruce on the thirst trap bench. His cheeks reddened when he noticed the mound of opened goodies. "Is it an emergency? Fury call us in?"

"Oh, nothing like that," Tony said. He propped his feet beneath the breezeway window. "Bruce has something he wants to say."

Bruce wiped powdered sugar off his lips while swallowing thickly. "Well, not...exactly."

"Yeah, ya do, exactly," Tony said, nudging Bruce's shoulder. "Boy Scout," he said, calling to Steve. "D'you think you could steel yourself enough to not act like a kid in a candy store?"

"Tony..."

"Bruce, hon', it's all good. Steve," he started again. Poor guy already looked five kinds of confused. "It's something that'll affect the three of us but unless Bruce explains with his big boy words I'm not gonna help him."

"Traitor," Bruce huffed.

"Only way to kick you out of the nest."

"What," Steve said, finally getting a word in edgewise, "the hell. Are you two talking about?"

Bruce shot Tony a narrow look before turning to Steve. "It's...it's not enough," he began slowly. "I-I mean, we're fine," he stuttered, gesturing to each of them. "We're great. But I want. I want more. And I'm not sure how you'll take it."

"Just know," Tony interrupted, "I'm on board 100% if you are. But I'm looking at this from a scientific perspective more than--"

"I thought you said I should tell him."

"Well, you're taking too long, Banner. Cut to the chase!"

Steve held up a hand, motioning both to shut their traps. "Thank you," he said once they quieted. "Now. Bruce. Muffin." He stroked Bruce's chubby cheek and Bruce melted like butter in his hand. "Gimme the specifics. Let me decide if I'll be okay or not with whatever it is."

But Tony could see the small trembling smile on Cap's features; Steve was noticeably scared. He made a face, hoping Bruce hurried it up before causing irreparable damage.

"I want," Bruce sighed heavily. His glance went back and forth at the men in his life, then to his hands. "I'm not exactly happy at my current weight."

Steve's lips thinned. He looked like someone had taken his favorite toy away, but the expression fled before Bruce caught it.

Tony noticed, though.

"So you want to lose weight," Steve sighed. He kept his voice level but Tony detected his disappointment. "Well, I understand. It's not like we expected it forever and--"

"No," Bruce interrupted, quieter than before. He wrapped his hand around Steve's, stilling the man's jitters. "You've misunderstood. It's...ah. It's the opposite."

Steve's cheeks flared while Tony choked back laughter from Steve's startled expression.

"W-what? You wanna gain more?"

Bruce slowly nodded. "I know you've always been encouraging, and you seemed satisfied when I tapered off. But I really like it when you and Tony feed me." Bruce reached for Tony's hand and rubbed his thumb across their knuckles. "I like breakfasts in bed, lazy nights watching B movies, and eating crappy takeout. I like feeling overstuffed, and the headiness the feeling brings me. I think I've gotten as large as I can on my own. So I'll need help from you and Tony to get...um. Larger."

Steve visibly gulped. "Um. H...how much larger are we talkin'--?"

Bruce glanced Tony's way, and Tony encouraged him with a nod. "Um. To a point where I can stay sedentary. I'm happy at home - I'm happy here. With us. I don't want to run anymore, and I want to feel grounded. Literally. So--"

"He wants to become immobile," Tony explained, butting in again. "Which is no mean feat, with his metabolism. Even with Bed, even with all the snacking and meals he gets, he's probably leveled off. But if we're talkin' immobility, we're probably addin' another three hundred to him, more or less."

Cap let out a shaky sigh. "Whoa..."

Tony shrugged. "Again, more or less. Depends on what 'immobile' means to a guy like Bruce. 'Course you know," Tony said, sobering. "He's wouldn't be totally immobile, not really." His dark eyes roamed Bruce, emphasizing the seriousness of his next words. "The only way that would happen is if we separated him from the Hulk."

"Which I'm not asking for," Bruce quickly piped. "That's not my goal."

"Good. 'Cause that's more than my paygrade. What'dya think, Spangles?" Tony turned to Steve. "You in, or what?"

"I...I'm not even sure." His expression remained pensive before hovering between Tony and Bruce. "I think I want to understand what that means before I agree to it. It'll change our 'rules,' our dynamics, the team--"

"Absolutely," Bruce agreed. "But I guess...I'd like to retire, if that's okay. From the team. I've already spoken with the university--"

"What?"

"You have?"

Bruce motioned for his boyfriends to calm down. "I'm not giving up teaching, I'm just switching to an online format. I'll still be an adjunct but I won't teach in person or in front of a classroom. And besides..." He sighed, but a small smile teased his lips. "I won't be mobile enough for a classroom. At least that's what I'm hoping."

Tony shared a look with Steve who looked both mesmerized and stunned. But then Tony noticed something else a sly, (dare he say it), evil mastermind grin on Steve's face rivaling their greatest enemies.

"Steve. Your bad boy expression is showing," Tony muttered.

"I know, I know," Steve breathed. "But I kinda I wanna know how soon we can start."

Part two: https://burlybanner.tumblr.com/post/185854349769/syzygy-2

#syzygy #bruce banner #tony stark #steve rogers #chubby bruce banner #more warnings to come as story progresses #has some dark elements to it #magnum opus piece #stark spangled banner #infundo #infundo au #chapter 1 #starkspangledbanner syzygy

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blueskyheadleft010 · 6 years

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Altius Vocatio [P4]

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Hunk’s Pov

Hunk caught himself trying to eat the silverware again.

It was the third time he’d nearly swallowed a fork when he wasn’t paying attention, and it wasn’t helping his anxiety at all.

So he may have had, still has, a problem with stress eating; but Hunk would like to see someone else handle the craziness without doing something to help cope with the anxiety. Hell, even Hunk knew Shiro had his fair share of stress to deal with. (Sometimes he wondered if Shiro ever got headaches too…)

Still, that should in no way make his body betray him like this!

Sighing, Hunk put down the fork he’d been holding a little too close to his mouth, back in the cubby for their utensils and pinched the bridge of his nose. He’d been getting a lot of migraines lately, and it didn’t help that Lance wasn’t there to lift the mood.

Hunk grimaced, placing his hand on top the counter as he rubbed his forehead in deep thought. Lance was basically in a medically induced coma until they could figure out what was wrong with him, and Hunk was beginning to worry. Yellow had been trying to tell him something yesterday about a metallic sphere-like object, but he’d been too busy worrying about everything to properly process things.

That had been hours ago and Hunk still had no idea what that was even supposed to mean; let alone know what to do with the information. Asking for clarification from his lion only resulted in more confusing imagery and sounds and other foreign concepts that left his head reeling; so he’d eventually stopped trying to ask after sensing Yellow’s irritation at not being able to explain. Pidge had always been the better decipherer of their group, maybe he’d ask her later for help.

Still no word from Coran after he’d left to rest for the evening. Yesterday had been a mess, with Lance and all bleeding out in the medbay; they still weren’t sure why in the world he’d suddenly developed gills slits on his neck when he had perfectly functioning ones on the inside.

“The lions would never allow harm to come to their Paladins if they could help it.” Allura had explained earlier as the scans reported Lance as ‘stable’ but ‘impaired, whatever the heck that meant.

“He’d said something about Blue talking to him a lot yesterday.” Keith had helpfully pitched in as he returned from his shower looking rather haggard. (Hehe, Haggard. Hunk chuckled at the pun in his head as he briefly imagined Keith walking into the room looking like a grizzly old witch.) “I don’t know specifics, but she said something about making sure Lance stayed hydrated.” Keith’s puzzled expression said it all, as Coran hummed in thought and began turning a few dials on the pod.

Afterwards it was unanimously decided that Lance would stay in the water pod until tomorrow morning when he could be properly stabilized. Since Blue had remained silent since Lance’s unfortunate accident, the team figured that an overnight stay in the hydropod would help to replenish whatever Lance needed now that he sported a pair of external gills.

Hunk frowned as he found his hand once again in the utensil drawer while he was distracted.

He growled, pulling the offending limb away from the metal, only to find it stubbornly clinging to the metal handle next to it as if in retaliation.

“Okay… Apparently I’m going crazy.” Hunk laughed nervously, as he took his other hand and slowly pried it off; the hand going limp and resuming normal functions like he hadn’t just experienced alien hand syndrome.

“I need to get out of here.” Hunk reasoned as he began to walk away. Clearly being in the kitchen was worsening his anxiety to the point of desperate binge eating, and well… Hunk had never had an easy time saying no.

He passes Pidge on his way out, the girl carrying her laptop as she walked, and that’s when Hunk noticed something unusual.

“Hey Pidge? What’s that on your face?” Hunk asked curious as the girl stopped to turn and look over at Hunk.

“What is what on my face?” Pidge asked confused as she ran a hand over her mouth and cheeks. “I need specifics.” She explained as Hunk couldn’t be happier to have a distraction.

“There’s these green lines under your eyes, and are they kinda glowy looking? I can’t tell with the lighting to be honest.” Hunk frowned as Pidge looked like she realized something.

“O-oh. I forgot.” She blushed embarrassed, “I think it’s got something to do with my connection to my lion and Voltron.” She explained as she started walking again down the hall and motioned for Hunk to follow. “You know how I can never get drunk because my biology literally digests poison?” She said casually, like she was simply rattling off the weather forecast. Had it been any other circumstance Hunk would’ve called the Suicide Hotline already, but knowing what he knew and how they’d already checked and double checked, then quintuple checked again, he nodded, following her line of reasoning.

“Yeah, yeah. Like how my body is like a brick wall since Yellow’s element is Earth.” Hunk replied as Pidge nodded in response.

“Well apparently that’s not all my connection does.” She said excitedly, touching the vibrant jade green markings on her face before a thought struck her as her face lowered and she sighed, “Lance was there too when it happened.” She winced, trying not to think about where Lance was at the moment, shaking her head. “Anyways, he discovered the marks on my face and said I looked like a ‘mini-Allura’ so naturally I kicked him out of my room before I started actually processing things.” Pidge said as Hunk snorted.

“Yeah sounds like something he’d say.” He laughed as they made it to Pidge’s workstation now and the conversation settled into casual musings over what possible implications the team’s connections with their lions might have in the long run. Pidge set down her laptop on the bench and beamed up at Hunk excited.

“So when I also woke up I discovered I could do something else really cool!” Pidge grinned as her face scrunched up in concentration and Hunk looked ready to ask her if she was okay. “Check this out!” She smiled as her markings began to glow.

It was faint at first, just a small dusting of green lighting appearing near the center of her head, then the world exploded into color and Hunk found himself nearly buried in a pile of ferns now sticking out from Pidge’s hair.

“What? Huh? I don’t- “, Hunk started as Pidge just sat there and laughed as all the ferns disappeared in a flicker of light and Hunk found himself looking up at a smug Green Paladin since he’d fell to the ground in shock.

“So apparently I can summons these energy plants from my hair, and while that’s cool and I’m totally going to figure out how to weaponize it, I came down here to run some more tests.” She began rambling as Hunk was still reeling from what he’d experienced.

“But, how is this even possible?” He asks as Pidge just shrugs.

“If I knew, you’d be the first I’d tell.” She said nonchalantly. Then paused in thought to look up at Hunk, “Do you think Lance- Hey, what are you doing?!?” Pidge asked confused as Hunk followed her line of sight trailing down to meet his hand.

His hand, that was clutched around what used to be part of a wrench, that was now in his mouth. Hunk tasted metal.

Pidge looked at him shocked, her eyes huge as she looked from his hand to the wrench to his mouth that was still grinding and chewing apart metal. Hunk continued to chew, before swallowing, his face mimicking her horror as he realized what he’d just done.

“Holy… Crow.” Hunk whispered as his stomach churned and he began to tremble.

“Hunk?” Pidge asked, but her voice sounded far away. “It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay. Just look at me. Focus on my face.” She said as Hunk felt himself coming back online. Pidge was studying him, concern showing in her furrowed brows, as he realized he’d dropped the half eaten wrench at some point during his breakdown.

“Oh my crow, I just ate solid metal like it was nothing! What is wrong with me? Humans can’t even digest metals, ohooo snap, I’m going to die aren’t I? I’m going to die, I’m going to die and Lance won’t even be there to say goodbye!” Hunk wailed as a Pidge sympathetically held him in place.

“Hunk, pick up the wrench.” Pidge all but whispered to him.

“W-What?” He said confused in between tears.

“Pick up the wrench Hunk; just trust me.” Pidge echoed as yeah, Hunk could do that. He trusted Pidge knew what she was doing…

So Hunk picked up the wrench.

“Good.” She nodded as Hunk still trembled a bit. “You see how the metal is bent here?” She pointed to the bite mark where the metal had been warped.

“Yeah?” Hunk said confused.

“Do you think an average human could do this, let alone grind up parts of metal in their mouth?” She asked as Hunk realized what she was getting at.

“No…” Hunk said dumbly as Pidge carefully grabbed the half eaten wrench and set it back down on the workbench.

“Hunk, open your mouth.”

“What?! Why do you-“

“I need to see for myself if your teeth have changed.” Pidge responded as Hunk reluctantly obeyed and Pidge shined a small compact flashlight on his face. She hummed and squinted her eyes as she gently poked and prodded Hunk’s mouth open until she was certain.

“You’ve gained three new sets of molars in the back, and a few front teeth have also changed into canines.” Pidge explained, as she turned off the flashlight and pinched the bridge of her nose in preparation for the oncoming migraine she was about to experience that was her life.

Hunk sighed as he sat down and put his hands on his forehead. “Still doesn’t help explain my sudden cravings…” He frowned as Pidge hummed in thought and began typing away on her keyboard.

“I have a theory.” She started as Hunk looked up to her laptop, “Nothing conclusive, but I suspect the bond between paladin and lions runs deeper than we thought.” She frowned as she typed away, discarding and adding new theories to her workspace at a rapid pace.

“Meaning?” Hunk asked as Pidge turned to face him.

“Meaning weird stuff like this. I’m not sure what these… Changes mean, but I think it’s leading up to something big.” She responded frowning.

“Oh, please don’t say stuff like that. I’m already freaking out as it is.” Hunk groaned as Pidge placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, it’ll be okay. The lions would never do anything to harm us.” She said simply, echoing what Allura had said earlier on.

“I need something to do…” Hunk fidgeted nervously as he stood up. “I’ll be in Yellow’s hangar if anyone asks!” Hunk waved as Pidge mimicked him and went back to her work. Absently she rubbed at the green Altean looking markings on her face and frowned. Just how deep would these changes get??

#voltron #Altius Vocatio #fanfiction #hunk #pidge #evolution au #p4 #a03 #my artwork #my writings #transformation

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phoenix-before-the-flame · 6 years

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Where Tide Hits The Shore

Hey guys! You remember this little mermaid au scenario I wrote up? Well I did a little something something for it because yes, I can do that. Hope you guys enjoy it!

You know Lucy had to admit, he really does pull off the look.

There’s nothing really fancy about the pose, if she was being honest, lazily stretched out atop her surfboard in front of her. Natsu seemed the epitome of peace with arms tucked behind his head, being rocked near to sleep by the ocean’s soft rolls.

And while she wouldn’t exactly call it ‘flowing’ his hair was of a decent length, coming to a shaggy end just short of his shoulders. A few spikes stood up defiantly despite the salty ocean water that had the rest plastered to his scalp.

Yup, he pulled the look off quite effortlessly unlike those peacocks she sees strutting their stuff up and down the beaches all day.

“You look like a mermaid.” Lucy blurts out. She leans over Natsu with a curious frown tugging at her lips. He snorts, popping an eye open to glance up at her.

“Kinda already am one Luce.” Natsu rumbles amused. “Or did you already forget?”

His tail lifts up out the water, pink iridescent scales glistening in the low sunlight and drops back with a heavy slap! on the water’s surface, soaking them both in its chilly spray. Not that either minded, him being a fish person and she a fish person in spirit.

“Yeah I know that. But right now you look like a stereotypical mermaid, the kind that sings songs to lure people to their deaths.” She leans back a bit when Natsu pushes himself up somewhat awkwardly, trying no to accidentally push himself off the board.

He fixes her with an incredulous look, scratching the back of his head. “So what, you wanna see me sit on a rock and comb through my hair with a piece of coral or something?”

“You forgot about the song.” She responded cheekily.

“It might kill you.” Natsu slaps his tail against the water again, barking out a laugh. It really did remind her of a seal’s bark in some ways.

“Is your singing really that bad?” Lucy shoots back, scooping up a handful of water to chuck at his face. He didn’t flinch or even blink for that matter, the only change was the look of slight boredom that crossed his face silently asking ‘really? are you serious?’

However the fins on his ears wiggled and the gills that scored either side of his throat flared appreciatively, welcoming her watery attack. Lucy still hadn’t gotten used to that, those gills, or the fact that he apparently had 2 different sets of lungs. One for air and one for water that worked just as well as the other.

It was weird when she thought too hard about the reality of the situation, that her best friend is a merman. Mermaid, she mentally corrects, remembering how Natsu condemned the word, saying that it sounded stupid and that there really was no distinction on what they were called among various mermaid genders.

And while Lucy definitely didn’t know anything about the complexities of mermaid anatomy, she knew enough to realize that Natsu’s gills needed to stay slightly damp when he was out of water too long else he’ll really end up like a regular ol’ fish out of water.

Which begs to differ how his dumb ass ever managed to beach himself that time she found him. Especially given the scar that stretched across the right side of his neck, marring the gills on that side. It was old, faded at the edges and a pale silvered contrast against his dark skin, fusing those gills together in a messy warp of flesh.

It messed with his breathing she knew, Lucy could hear a hitch every other breath. She’s gotten used to it by now but her curiosity still lingered, wondering ever so often about how he got it.

Lucy flops back suddenly, rocking the board dangerously but with a few steadying kicks it levelled out. She didn’t miss how his eyes lingered on her legs, or how his tail breezed past her feet, tickling the soles. He was fascinated by them to say the least, taking the opportunity to play with them more often than not. It was a fair trade he’d say, for how often she’d play with his tail and fins.

“ Can you really do that though? The hypnotic singing thing?” She reached blindly behind for his hand, a happy sound in her throat when he tightly grasps hers. Couldn’t quite intertwine fingers with his webbed hands but they made it work.

Natsu shrugs, propping himself up on an elbow as he hovers over her, wet hair skimming Lucy’s forehead. “ In the past it was necessary, for protection mostly but some used it just for fun. It’s an old type of magic that’s still apart of us even if we don’t need it anymore. So yeah, hypnotizing songs are something I can do.“

He brushed his nose over hers, puffing out a warm breath before his lips settled on her forehead. Sharp teeth were hidden behind them, and only ever bared at her in soft smiles and cocky grins. She’d yet to see the fierce predator he claimed to be.

Lucy could feel their slight curl against her. “You don’t have to worry though.” Natsu mumbled. “ I won’t sing for you. Even if you ask nicely.”

“Thanks for being so considerate.” She murmured. Her free hand moved to cup his cheek, thumb smoothing back and forth and he giggled at her light touches. Natsu pressed another light kiss to her forehead before nudging her shoulder slightly, a sign for her to scoot over. She obliged, inching over slightly for him to lie opposite to her.

“You’re a sweet fish person.” Lucy joked, rolling on her side to face him. A familiar snarky grin was plastered on his face. “The sweetest fish person you’ve ever known?“ He pressed, poking her cheek. He let go of her hand to double his attack, relentlessly prodding at her face despite best defense. “Am I Luce? Huh, huh? Am I the sweetest? ”

She slapped away his hands, trying to give him her best withering glare but failed, laughter just barely contained behind the weak frown she wore. “ No sweet fish person would ever try to poke their friend to death. I’m afraid you’re out of the running for that prize.“ Lucy tutted, turning up her nose at him.

But try as she might Lucy really couldn’t hold back those ugly snorts at how quickly the grin dropped from his lips. She did nothing to stifle her guffaws, slapping the surfboard as tears welled up in her eyes the more Natsu’s pout deepened. “I take offense to that.” He grumbled. A sound keened in the back of his throat in mock offense.

It took a few moments for her to catch her breath, somewhat anyways. “I take it back. You’re not sweet, you are-”

She pauses to consider her next words, gnawing on her bottom lip. Without warning Lucy sharply jabs him square in the chest, nearly sending him flailing into the water. “The worst.” Lucy finished triumphantly, poking him again.

She really should get a new phone, one of those waterproof ones that Lisanna yammering about because really, the face journey that Natsu just went through was absolutely priceless.

If she didn’t know any better she’d say he just went through the five stages of grief then and there.

He raised his hand, perhaps to let loose a witty retort but it quickly fell. He glared at her, eyebrows tightly knitted together, a skeptical look crossing his face. “I’m the worst huh?” He said softly, slithering off the board despite her questioning gaze.

He reached about halfway off before Lucy sat up, concerned at his odd - well odder than usual- behaviour. Natsu shrugged, the same bored look he had on his face earlier appeared once again. “Well if you say so…” and he disappeared beneath the waves without a sound.

Lucy was alone with only the soft lapping of water meeting her ears. No splashes, no bright flashes of pink out the corner of her eyes. Nothing.

“Natsu?” She called, peering over the edge hoping to catch sight of him. “C'mon Natsu! You know I was just playing! Don’t be such a grouch!“ Lucy rose to her feet steadily and scanned the horizon with squinted eyes. Was he really hurt by that? She didn’t mean it, it was all in good fun.

The board surged almost throwing her into the water had she not stumbled and steadied her footing. She whipped her head around, wet hair slapping on her shoulders just in time to catch sight of a fin, breaking the surface then whipping out of sight. She heard that seal-like bark of laughter once again.

Oh, no worries then. He was just being Natsu. And by that she means really childish.

It surged again, almost tipping over completely this time and she turned again, spotting bright green eyes filled with mirth peering at her over broken waves before sinking. “Natsu!” Lucy shouted, trying to follow his rapid movements. Her gaze jumped to the tail slapping on the water’s surface.

A mistake.

With a spectacular burst of speed he breached the water like a majestic dolphin, not unlike those she’d seen in wildlife documentaries, clearing the board with ease. Strong arms wrapped themselves round her waist and she couldn’t even find it in herself to squeak when her feet left the comfort of her surfboard.

Bubbles streamed past her vision, popping to reveal a toothy grin, unnaturally bright in the darkened waters. His arms squeezed her flush against his chest with a hearty gurgle, gills thrown into full action as their hair floated ethereally around them.

Now he looked like a fabled mermaid, amidst the strings of bubbles and bright eyes. He looked so at home under the surf, so apart of it. Her heart panged, they really were from two completely different worlds.

She gasped as their heads broke the surface, gratefully taking in lungfuls of the salty air as Natsu buried his face in her neck, still chuckling.

“What was that for?!” Lucy exclaimed, her arms wrapping around him comfortably. Her legs floated freely in the water. Natsu alone kept them afloat, his tail beating tirelessly, cutting through the water with ease. “Figured I had to live up to my new rep as the worst. How’d I do?”

“You killed it.” The fins on his ears wiggled again. That really was cute.

He inhaled deeply, pulling back from the crook of her neck to rest against her forehead. The slight twitch of his lips were tugged down in a frown.

“It’s getting late though. You gotta go soon.” Natsu stressed the ‘soon’, as if it was stuck in his throat, coming out shaky. “You want me to pull you back to shore?” Natsu’s eyes darted to the empty surfboard bobbing aimlessly next to them. “Promise not to go fast this time.”

Lucy groaned. Right, home time.

She never thought there’d be a point in her life where she despised going home, but she’d reached it, everyday when she had to part ways with Natsu. The nights she’d mulled over how she could maybe sneak him home in the back of Gajeel’s truck or start building a house on the near forgotten beach where they’d met was innumerable.

Lucy always hated the saying ‘parting is such sweet sorrow’ but now she could see the meaning behind those words and the truth it held for them these past few months. It hurt.

“Well maybe not so soon.” Lucy murmured, her grip on him tightened. “ I’m up for another quick swim.”

He glanced back to her, a glimmer of hope welling up in his eyes. “R-really? You mean it?"

She nodded. "And I can lead this time?”

"Lead the way, my mermaid.“

Lucy’s smile mirrored the soft one on Natsu’s lips before they pressed a grateful kiss on her nose, an elated giggle escaping him. And her too, leaning into to him even more as she took a heavy breath

.She could bear to leave a bit later today, she thought. A flurry of bubbles blurred her vision once more as water enveloped her fully. The ocean was cold but she felt warm, held close to her best friend as he zipped through the waters at speeds she could never reach, pointing out parts of the world she thought she knew but really, didn’t know at all.

Lucy’d never felt so at home in the water before.

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