#where is all this michael pov stuff coming from?

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What happened to Liv? 😭 I know you two are close I can’t find her blog anymore 😭😭😭😭

Hey anon! Thank you for reaching out. Liv decided to deactivate or delete her blog after all the hate anons she received. It was a pretty pointless debate, if you'd even call it that at this point, with her getting very vile and personally attacking anons to the point where she felt this wasn't a happy place to be sharing her thoughts, to which I absolutely agree with.

Since you've brought up the topic that was the shortest answer I could give you above. If you are interested in reading more I'll expand below the cut, as I have a lot to say.

This whole thing started about a fictional character, Michael Gavey, who hasn't appeared on screen or will appear for 64 seconds and sparked a debate on whether you should write or read or plainly consume fanfiction about a character who hasn't been properly defined.

Now it could have remained that. A debate and I personally see things from both povs

This is a post I agree with as a writer.

Here

I'm an amateur, I've just begun writing but my style or whatever I'm finding, matches the one mentioned above. I need visual cues and I need to see and analyse a character more if I ever consider writing about him so yes, I personally would not write about a character I haven't completely analysed or who hasn't appeared on screen yet.

As a reader however, I have a different perspective. I love spoilers. I like knowing things beforehand and going through them in my head before reading a book or consuming media. Its fun to go "oh what I pictured turned out to be quite close to what's being shown here". The accuracy or near accuracy gives me a boost. I'm happy when I feel like I analysed or thought about a character similar to what I see later on. It shows me I understood the creator and what they were trying to portray even before seeing it. Gives me a "we are maybe on the same wavelength" feeling and thats fantastic.

That's why I can see a similar perspective to authors and creators already writing fanfiction for him before they've seen the movie. They have an image in their head and they want to be creative and show you how wonderful their imagination is. What's wrong with that? I have many moots who've written lovely stories that I want to read and I probably will.

Coming back to the point, what I don't understand is why people decided that these were such drastically opposite views and decided to sling hatred at whoever didn't conform to their idea of consumption and creation of media.

Why was there a need to send hate to a creator who said she didn't want to read or write as yet just because she wanted to get to know him better before doing so?

Why was there a need to harass writers who wanted to write and express their feelings being all gatekeepy over their work instead?

And why was there a need to constantly continue this anon responding and giving them traction all over again. It should have been shot down long before a fellow creator was forced to leave this site for good. We're all friends here why can't we be civil and respect each other's opinions.

A post stating your preference is not calling the other out. It is simply that, stating your preference and we as a fandom need to stop clinging to crumbs and overanalyzing stuff like this and use them for call out games.

Look at his pretty face and analyse those crumbs instead.

This is supposed to be fun, please continue to letting it be fun for others too.

That's all.

#asks #fandom bs

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the power of love part 7 (steddie, stobin, steve whump fic)

Steve has a habit of surviving near death experiences then getting sick for no reason. And Eddie and those fatal bat bites? After an impossible feat of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation from Steve, he’s mysteriously fixed. So, Eddie’s back to being banished, this time with Steve and Robin in tow. Eddie’s healing, but Steve isn’t… and life gets even more confusing, when Eddie develops feelings for Steve, which aren’t entirely unrequited.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

(also on AO3 here)

Chapter Seven

Eddie POV

Steve insists on being pathfinder lead for the next hour. 

Eddie’s gotta admit—following Steve, as he thrashes his way through the undergrowth, is the best entertainment that banishment has provided yet. Steve’s tight-fitting pants don't do any harm. Goddammit, the perspiration patches on Steve’s shirt make Eddie sweat even harder than Steve is.

“You need the fedora hat,” calls Robin, “and you’ve totally nailed the junior Indiana Jones look.”

Steve smirks over his shoulder. “I was channelling that guy out of Romancing the Stone.” 

“Michael Douglas? No way as hot.” Eddie flashes his best flirtatious grin with ever greater confidence. This afternoon, Steve has begun returning them. “Stick to Indy, man.”

By the time they reach the logging camp, however, they’re all beyond exhausted.

Eddie’s feet are raw with blisters, and Robin’s been complaining of the same for the past hour. She limps through the door of the first cabin they come to, which fortunately turns out to be a bunkhouse. She throws down her pack then throws herself onto the bottom of one of two sets of bunks. Steve collapses onto the other lower bunk and appears to fall instantly asleep.

Eddie considers crawling up onto one of the top bunks and seeing if sleep takes pity on him.

He doubts it would. The choppers were a stark reminder of the nightmare reality snapping at his heels, and he’s wired as hell. He begins to unpack their supplies. Robin, having taken a moment, sits back up.

“We should check this place out,” she whispers. “There must be a clean water supply somewhere, maybe a generator. Definitely canned food and that kinda stuff, for when the loggers come back in the autumn.” 

“I guess it’ll make a change from cardboard-flavoured cereal.”

“God, I know, right! I’d literally murder for some Count Chocular right now.”

They split up to search the various cabins. Eddie hits the jackpot first, in the guise of a crate of bottled beer. 

“Seriously?” says Robin, when she meets him outside the bunkhouse. Eddie sits on the beer crate he’s dragged out, taking a well-earned rest. “You’re gonna get buzzed?”

“You got it in one, sister.”

He doesn’t feel the need to justify this—I saw Chrissy butchered in front of my eyes. I’ve spent a week on the run from the cops. I BASICALLY DIED IN A WHIRLWIND OF EVIL KILLER DEMOBATS. And now I’m on the run again, with Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington, and I’ve fallen stupid hard for him. Oh, and there’s a small but real possibility he’s been flayed. Or something else freaky along those lines.

Robin hasn’t quit scowling at him. His smile is the first overtly false one he’s bothered with for a while:

“Forgive me, Robin. I’ve reached the point where, to quote my sweet old Granny—there ain’t nothin’ fuckin’ like it for me nerves. ’Course, she favoured hard liquor.” He offers one of two bottles he’s gotten out to Robin. “Want one?”

“I’ll stick to the cardboard cereal.” Her scowl lessens, though she remains deadly serious. “Look, promise me you won’t give too much to Steve.”

“Why?”

“What kinda pea-brain question is that? Despite the super-commando act, he’s still struggling, it’s totally obvious. Getting trashed is not gonna help.”

“Yeah, but… he’s improving, right?” Her slight wince betrays that, once again, they’re thinking the same thing. Perhaps Steve’s getting stronger, because he’s getting closer again to Lover’s Lake, Hawkins, Vecna, the Hive-Mind, and yet… “You know our little worst-case scenario, Rob? I’m still not buying it.”

The wind rustles the nearby trees. In sync, Robin’s hunched shoulders soften a little. “Me neither. Hand on heart, if Steve had a link to that evil shit, any at all, I’d sense it by now. Although… Was it just me who thought it was weird when the choppers came over, and then it suddenly clouded up?”

“Yeeeeaah, that really was just you. I was too busy eating dirt and shitting myself.” Now he thinks about it, mind, it was darn convenient.

She shrugs. “I guess I’m super-paranoid that way. I literally spent my Middle School years spotting aliens everywhere.”

“You’re kidding?”

“Then I realised they weren’t aliens. It was the Fae all along.”

“You sure it wasn’t dragons?”

“Now you’re being ridiculous.” Her laugh sounds as manic as his latest crazy smile. On the other hand:

“Maybe Steve really is getting better naturally,” he ventures, “and the set-backs are because he’s been overdoing it. I mean, yeah, we keep an eye out for anything cuckoo, watch for connections, make sure he takes rests, but… Time heals, huh?”

“Not always.” She purses her lips, veering straight back into scary mode. “Steve doesn’t like people to know, but since his second major concussion, he’s not supposed to drink. Of course, he does sometimes, but—”

“Message received. I’ll just have the one—for medicinal purposes, ’kay?” 

“Please yourself. Then wake Steve long enough to put our own bedding on those disgusting bunks. I don’t wanna be bitten to death by bed bugs.”

Robin stomps off toward the camp generator. Eddie is executing the important business of prying the top off his beer, when Steve appears, leaning in the cabin doorway. “Why did you both let me… Hey, is that beer?”

The top pops off with a treacherous fizz. “Uh, no?”

“You’re a useless liar.” Steve closes in. His messy, sleep-mussed hair renders him totally edible. 

“You got me.” Eddie darts his tongue nervously across his lips. “This indeed is the amber nectar of the Gods. You want some?” 

There’s a skewed logic behind Eddie’s offer. If he told Steve he couldn’t drink, like he was his mom or something, Steve would probably get mad. He opts to play a good cop, bad cop routine with Robin, who… 

Eddie glances toward the generator.

She’s not there. If bad cop isn’t gonna show, then he needs a Plan B.

“I guess I’ll have one.” Steve stretches to take the bottle. 

“Just gonna test it. Been here a while.” 

Eddie takes a glug, splutters it out across dusty ground. “Oh man, it’s worse than cat-piss.” He’s only slightly exaggerating. “There’s a reason those lumberjacks left this garbage behind.”

Steve yawns into the back of his hand. “Gonna be honest. I’m not supposed to drink anyhow. Long story.” Ooookay. That went easier than predicted. “Got any water left?”

“Yeah. By my pack.” Eddie hurries into the bunkhouse, and Steve follows. It’s the last bottle, so he hopes Robin’s busy locating fresh supplies. Though that proves the least of his worries.

Half a minute later, he’s sitting on the edge of a bunk, thigh-to-thigh with Steve. They pass the bottle of water and a bottle of beer between them.

And being this close to Steve, now Steve seems so much better? Exchanging chitchat about how long they can hideout here, and if any of them have the skills to hunt a deer or something?

It sends tingles up and down Eddie’s spine.

The way Steve looks at him underlines exactly why Steve was angry last night, when Eddie “assumed” he was straight. Eddie suddenly can’t look Steve in the eye. Trouble is, he then can’t stop staring at Steve’s mouth—those shapely, slightly chapped lips, moist and glistening with water and bad beer.

Then Steve blindsides him with: “Do you honestly think you died, Eddie? Before I did the CPR?”

“I dunno, Harrington.” Eddie squirms on his butt, all kinds of defences flying up. “It was like a dream. Apart from that, it wasn't a dream. It was a place, and Dustin was there, and Robin was there, and you were there, too.”

“Wow. Seriously?”

Eddie cackles out a mocking laugh. “I’m misquoting ‘The Wizard of Oz,’ dude.”

“Oh.” Eddie glances sidelong. Steve appears… oddly crestfallen. “It’s just… You know, I said when I get hurt, I feel like I come back different each time. I mean, I don't know if it's true or not, but... I never knew you before... and I know you now and... and…” Steve fluffs his hair. “Jesus, I’m blabbering.”

“Nah,” says Eddie. “You sound like you’re getting somewhere.” 

Compared to the meltdown my brain is having.

“Okay, well, here it is. I like you, Eddie. I really like you.” 

Eddie half wants to flee for the hills. He fixes on a beetle scuttling across the dirty floorboards. “Dude, you sure you’re not in love with Wheeler?”

“I… I… No!”  Steve doesn’t sound angry, only bewildered. “Yeah, I believed that once, and maybe I was. I guess she fitted in so many dreams I’ve had of my future, and I owe her a lot. But now I’m with you, and…” Their eyes finally meet. Steve’s earnest warmth sends a brutal shockwave through Eddie. “I know this seems fickle, but…” His gentle laugh is too much. “Who knows? Perhaps it’s because Nance has never been dead. Or, near dead. You know, we’ve gotten that in common, right?”

“Riiiiight,” Eddie says, stupidly, then, “Screw it, I like you too, Stevie. I really like you.” 

They fling their arms around each other, and tumble into the kiss.

For Eddie, the sensations are like no make-out session before, such is the hunger that zings between them. Eddie’s so blown away, that the brush of Steve’s lips seems to kindle an actual crackling, electric friction..  Damn, the boy can kiss! 

Eddie’s gotten a semi already, fingers threading up through Steve’s hair, toying at the nape of his neck. Steve does amazing twisty things with his tongue. Gnng! You wanna kill me again, Baby? Even the scrape of Steve’s shallow stubble totally unhinges him.

They work the kiss with their whole bodies, striving to get beyond close, as if they could slide beneath each other’s skin. Eddie can’t help wondering—can they get each other off, before Robin gets back?

Then something changes.

He senses Steve gasp, then moan into Eddie's mouth with something other than dumb teen passion. His arms, clinging around Eddie, falter and slip away.

“Stevie?”

Too late. Steve crumples against Eddie, totally senseless. 

“Steve?” squeaks Eddie, struggling to stop Steve slipping to the floorboards. “Robin! ROBIN!”

Part 8

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(also part of my steve whump fic series on AO3)

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"My thoughts will echo your name"| Esteban Kukuriczka

Chapter three: “Until I found her.”

Lucia’s notes: I really do apologize in advance if this chapter is a bit slower or not as thrilling as the previous ones, but I kinda needed to give our sweet Kuku some more space to be himself in all his feels, some sad and piny, some more steamy and shmexy.  I promise things will start picking up on the next chapter, which is actually, coming this Friday. @Y/IG/UN stands for Your instagram username. As usual, please let me know if I've let any mistakes get through

Playlist:

Apocalypse- Cigarettes after sex.

What a time- Julia Michaels, Niall Horan

Until I found you- Stephen Sanchez

The show- Niall Horan

Content Warning: This chapter is just basically from Kuku’s POV, lots of internal monologue and him pining over reader, basically him being quite an angsty mess for a bit. Brief, mild thoughts of sexy stuff, nothing too graphic, but if you do not want to read it, you can stop reading at “Every time kuku looked at Y/N…” after the first cut. 

Word Count: 2kish

Kuku’s POV:

Esteban had never been one to envy what others had, even since he was a little boy, he had always been a generous, kind soul. He also really couldn’t complain about what life had sent his way, not that he hadn’t worked his ass off to get to where he was now, he knew all the success was much deserved. Why couldn’t he stop feeling so mad about Lucas being in a relationship with Y/N then?, why couldn’t he shake the feeling of his friend not being deserving of such a woman?. It was obvious she was way too good for him, she was not only one of the most gorgeous women kuku had ever met, but since the moment he first laid eyes on her, the hazel eyed woman had wooed him. She was so funny, so witty, her laughter so melodious and bright it could light up a whole room. He couldn’t keep lying, not to himself at least, he had the most raging crush on his best friend’s girlfriend.

Since the night of his coming home party, all he could think about was that beautiful woman every second he was awake and every single one of his dreams dominated by her face, the way his name sounded on her voice, the ever so slight lisp when she pronounced his whole name- which made it all that more adorable-. They may not have known eachother for that long, but sometimes it doesn’t take that much time to see the chemistry with someone, he knew it was there; and it saddened him so much to see how much she dulled herself when she was next to her boyfriend. Y/N was no doubts about it, as brilliant and talented as she was beautiful and sexy, he had confirmed that when he found her photography online. She could very well be making a living off of that, why did Lucas hide her away from the world was something he couldn’t grasp. If he were lucky enough to be her boyfriend, he’d brag about her nonstop to anyone who would listen.

~~~~~

Conversation with Y/N was so easy as well, ever since they started texting and talking on the phone every night he had confirmed, that she was just all the more interesting than he had phatomed on their first encounter. They never seemed to run out of things to talk about and when those rare moments came about, silence was so comfortable it felt as if they knew eachother since forever. They had agreed to meet at the park near his place on a Wednesday afternoon, and he felt as nervous as he did when he went on his first date, or when he had his first ever audition. He remembered Y/N had said she loved Hazelnut caramel lattes one of the times they were chatting, so he made sure to grab two coffees when he headed to their not date date. Esteban took a deep breath as he saw the blonde girl sitting crosslegged on the grass picking at it absentmindedly and walked over to her, placing the to go cup in front of her face “penny for your thoughts sugar?” the freckled man said softly sitting down across from her.

As she took the cup taking a sip and smiled like a little girl who just got the doll she’s been waiting for for so long. “Hazelnut caramel latte, you remembered?” she said almost as if she expected him not to, it was the least he could do, -did Lucas really pay that little attention to her?-  he thought as he took a sip from his beverage looking at her as if he were trying to memorize every single detail on her face; some people are so lucky they don’t even realize what they have don’t they?, all he knew, was that he could look at Y/N and listen to her talk all day. There was something really special about the way her face and specially those eyes lit up whenever she talked about something she was passionate about. Every time kuku looked at Y/N; all he could think about was how her lips would taste, how soft they’d feel against his; he was sure her skin was as warm and silky as it looked, kuku wanted to trace his fingers along every single inch of her skin, feel the goosebumps underneath his fingertips as he discovered the more tender spots on it. If he were to ever be given the chance to hear his name come out of her luscious lips in a breathy moan, he was sure he would collapse on the spot, in fact it was all he had been thinking about since that night at his parents house.

When Y/N handed him her camera and instructed him to find whatever on that park that inspired him, that made him want to take a picture of, all he wanted to do was point it at her, he could take a million and one pictures of that woman and never grow tired. He decided against it though- he thought he could feel something there from her part as well, but he didn’t want to ruin it if he was wrong- instead, he looked around and found a little girl playing with a dog and aimed the lens towards them; just as he was trying to get the camera focused, he felt the younger’s light breath on the side of his neck and her scent was so intoxicatingly sweet, she smelled like orchids and jasmines, it was the best smell he had ever come across and it fitted her so well, and he could her hear talking, but kuku couldn’t really focus on one single word she was saying. Having her so close to him made his heart race and he could feel the warmth inside him grow, he needed to be this close to Y/N all the time.  “And now, once you’ve found what you like, you hold yourself still, and press the button”- You, I like you Y/N so very much- he thought as he could catch her looking at him through the corner of his eyes before snapping the picture.

As kuku stepped into the elevator of his apartment building he couldn’t erase that stupid boyish smile from his lips, he was absolutely smitten, lost, taken, he was gone, there was not even a good enough reason to deny that he was falling head over heels for Y/N, and it pained him so to see a woman such as her, wilting away and dimming her light to fit next to someone like Lucas, she deserved so much better. Esteban took his phone out of his pocket at the chime of a new text coming through, a grin drew on his face as soon as he saw the contact name on the bubble and opened them.

Y/N/N 🤞:This way, you can go back to these later on, when you want to check your first work ;) 

Y/N/N 🤞: I had a really good time today by the way, thank you, I really needed to get out of my place, those walls can get trapping.

Y/N had sent him the pictures they had taken that afternoon, when had she managed to take that picture of him with his sunglasses on was a mystery.

Kuku 🤭: thanks for the pictures, and I’m also glad that I could help you feel better, always happy to help a damsel in distress 🤭 

Esteban mentally cursed at himself for that supid reply and kept going trough the several pictures she had sent; laughing at a couple where they just got to playing around and decided to post them to his Instagram profile “park shenanigans @Y/IG/UN”. He sighed happily and walked into his place, grabbing a quick snack before going to take a long hot shower, he just needed to get himself together, what was happening wasn’t right. Even if he could tell Lucas didn’t make Y/N happy, even if he knew she deserved better, if he knew he could treat her better, it wasn’t right to be doing what he was doing, and thinking what he was thinking about with her. He either needed to stop and get his act together, or he needed to make his intentions clear to her. After what seemed like ages, and finding himself standing under now cold water, he got out and let himself fall onto his bed staring at the ceiling.

~~~~~

A few days had gone by and Esteban hadn’t heard another word from Y/N that was weird, had something happened at the park the other day? had he done something wrong?. He looked at his phone, nothing, no new posts on Instagram nor any missed texts or calls from her, that was weird, they had gotten into the habit of talking to eachother on a daily basis. He decided to text her and make sure she was alright.

Kuku 🤭: Hey Y/N/N, hope everything’s okay, haven’t heard from you in a while and was getting worried, if you need anything, please let me know. 😚

He put his phone down again seeing no reply from her, not even a confirmation of her reading the text. Kuku decided to get ready and go over to Matias’ house, he texted him on his way over. 

Kuku: Mati, I’m on my way to your place with a bottle of wine, I really hope you’re free tonight.

The younger man looked at his phone, knowing something must be going on if his friend was coming over unannounced, and asked his girlfriend Male to give them some space and time for a guys night before replying.

Mati: Well, Male just went out with friends, how bad is it? Do I need to rally the troops? cause I can always text Fran and Agus at least. Lemme know.

He didn’t even wait for the elder’s response, he sent a quick S.O.S text to the others and soon enough they were all at his place. Not long after they were all there, wine was flowing around, so were the laughs and silly jokes until Fran perked up a bit and looked at his freckled face friend “okay, what was the S.O.S text Mati sent about Kuku? spill darling.”

Esteban looked up at the blond sat across from him, and took a deep breath letting it out in a heavy sigh before downing his glass and getting a new one. “you got time?” he looked around a humorless chuckle getting past his lips as the others just looked at him; “okay, so remember the party my childhood friends threw for me a few weeks ago?” at the nod from the rest he continued “well.. there was a girl there…Y/N”.

“The one from your lovey dovey pictures on IG” Agus added on “you two dating?”

Kuku shook his head huffing “wish it was that easy bro, no, she’s dating my childhood best friend, I know she’s absolutely unhappy, I’m sure he’s a douche to her to say the least, and she’s so incredible, she’s not only gorgeous, but smart, sweet, witty, charming, talented, dude, she’s perfect, she literally is pretty much perfect, and I just can’t get her off my mind, and I wish there was something I could do to make her realize that Lucas, my friend, doesn’t deserve to be next to her and for her to finally leave him. He’s shutting her off so much, she’s wilting next to him”  he rambled on for a while about the whole situation and ended up with a small shrug of his shoulders while he downed his drink again. 

The boys looked at eachother. “Have you tried telling her how you feel?” Mati said as if it were the most obvious next step, and he was right, it was the obvious next step, that’s what he needed to do, and he was gonna do it, he needed to get together with Y/N again and tell her everything that had been going on in his mind.

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3 Months

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Can you do one where Bobby and Athena’s daughter is kidnapped from Daycare by someone trying to get back at Athena? 

Athena’s POV

3 months. 3 long months since the last time we truly left the house. It was safe there. It was where I could protect my family.

 But lately I was struggling a lot and spiralling. I was working this big case and it wasn’t just affecting me anymore.

This case was a drug trafficking case. Angelo Lupo was the headmaster behind it. One by one we were scooping up the fishes. Angelo didn’t like that though. He couldn't do business without them. 

One of the little fishes ratted me out. Told him who arrested him and they put a hit out on me Bobby ad the kids. Apparently, this Angelo man had a lot of connections we didn’t know about. 

 My family was involved now and seeing those two worlds collide was hard. I felt like it was all my fault. May and Harry were with their dad. He took them out of state so that was one problem you would think was off my plate. 

But it wasn’t i was always worried this son of a bitch would find them. Then I also had the problem that Bobby and Iris were still at home. Iris was me and Bobby’s daughter and she was only 5. I couldn’t ask Michael to take her to so she was home with us. 

I couldn’t eat and I couldn’t sleep. The constant anxiety was over me. Bobby kept telling me that i shouldn’t worry and that I needed to try and act normal for Iris. She could tell something was off and we didn’t want to keep her scared. 

I knew he was right but actually working on it was a lot harder than I ever thought. 

There wasn’t much activity going on this past month. Maybe something happened to the guy. Maybe he ran out of the state so he didn’t get caught. 

Today was a good day to put what Bobby was saying to the test. We both had work and there was no one to watch Iris.

I tried putting work off as long as I could. Hell we both did but we didn’t have any more time left. 

 Bobby told me to put her in day care that she would be fine. I was trying to trust him. 

Neither one of us could take more time of work. So i needed to put my trust in someone else to take care of Iris. 

I could tell she was also ready to leave the house to. It wasn’t fair to her either. She needed her friends back and it wasn’t good for her to be stuck up in the house. So we were getting her ready to go to day care.

She was excited and I was trying to be happy for her to. She was running all around the house signing and dancing and it felt like the old her was finally coming back to her old self. 

Bobby was packing her lunch and I was getting dressed for the day. 3 months was what i kept telling myself. 3 months sense any activity. Why would anything happen today.

“Let’s go mommy i’m ready” Iris yelled to me breaking me out of my thoughts. 

“You got this it’s all gonna be okay” I told myself in the mirror. 

I grabbed my stuff and headed on down. Iris was all dressed up and had her lunch box swinging in the air. Bobby was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. 

He was smiling up at me and damn that smile could always get you. I walked down the stairs and wrapped my arms around him. He pulled me closer and pulled me into a kiss. 

It broke when Iris yelled out

“Ew that’s gross let’s go” She said scrunching up her face. 

We broke apart and laughed and headed out the door. I was nervous but i didn’t wanna show it. I didn’t want to take away Iris being happy. 

Bobby drove the way down. Iris was smiling out the window and she looked adorable and it did make me feel better seeing her so happy.

The daycare was about 15 minutes away but it felt like it was a lot longer. Finally after a while we reached in and Iris just about flew out the car.

We stopped and all got out. 

“Hey baby wait up” I yelled out. 

“Ugh fine” Iris yelled back

She ran back to us and Bobby bent down to her hug her. She wrapped her little arms around her and hugged him back. 

“I love you baby have a good day” Bobby said. 

I walked over and bent down to meet her to. I placed my hand on her face and smiled up at her. 

“I love you to have a good day dad will get you after his shift” I said 

“I love you to mommy and okay” She said in her little voice. 

She hugged me and i hugged her back and have her a good squeeze. 

“Now go on your friends miss you” I said 

She ran off and i tried to keep my nerves calm. Bobby looked over at me and smiled 

“You did good” He said wrapping his arm around me and kissing the top of my head. 

“Yeah for now” I said back

We both got back into the car and Bobby was gonna drop me off at work. I was praying for a normal day. Not that those really exist anymore. 

I didn’t even realize that we had pulled up until Bobby had broken me out of my thoughts. 

“Babe you ready” He said 

“As ready as I’ll ever be” I said chuckling and then got out the car. 

Bobby got out with me and then walked over and gave me a hug. He kissed the top of my head. 

He let go and looked down at me and smiled

“Your going to do great now go in their and kick some ass.” Bobby said 

“Yes Captian” I said grabbing him by the waist and pulling him in for a kiss. 

We pulled apart and i grabbed my stuff. We said our I love you’s and I went into the office. 

I was meant with the usual sad and upset looks. Which was expected  honestly. I went to my station and sat my stuff down. I was on desk dusty pushing paper work. I tried to look on the positive of it but it was hard. 

A good couple of hours had passed and things weren’t getting better. I was bored everyone was being different towards me. 

I decided to step out and get some air. And as i was pulling out my phone to look at it the phone started ringing and my heart stopped beating when i saw it was Iris’s daycare. 

I hurried up and answered 

“This is Athena” I said 

“Athena Omg the police is on the way  we tried everything” Her teacher said on the other line. 

“What the hell is going on” I asked pure panic in my voice. 

“A man came in he had a gun he made us get into a room and I tried to grab Iris but he wouldn’t let me” She said all in one breathe 

“I’m on my way” was all i got out 

I ran back in and went to the desk sargent. I barely also got a breath out trying to explain what happened. 

“They took her” I said 

“They took my baby they took her. Get the damn swat and every officer you can to 34th and 6th st. It’s Angel Ark daycare” I said. 

I didn’t even hear him call in. I just ran out of the building and into a squad car. I turned the sirens on and i did 100 miles all the way down. 

It usually takes about 15 minutes i got there in 3. That’s how fast I was going. 

I stopped the car in the middle of the street and meant some other officers on the scene. 

“Do we know anything” I asked. 

“Were searching the cameras trying to see something sergeant.” One officer said. 

“Try harder” I said walking away. 

I walked over to her teacher who was with some kids trying to calm them down.

“What happened” I asked 

“A man came in he had gun he shot a warning shot in the air and he made us all get into a room. And then he grabbed Iris and kept the gun on us” She said in tears. 

“Thank you” I said touching her arm. 

I was on my way in when Bobby cut me off 

“Athena what the hell is going on” He said 

Panic and worry all over his face. 

“They took Bobby they took her” was all I could get out.

“What who” He asked 

“Who do you think” I said 

“What are we gonna do” Bobby asked 

“Were gonna get her back he just got her he couldn’t have gotten far we closed down the area and were gonna have search times on the ground” I said 

“I can take the truck out we can look you know keep an eye out” Bobby said 

I knew he couldn’t just sit there. I mean what parent could 

“Yeah that’s a great idea go” I said 

I looked over at Hen who had a worried look on her face and i gave her a nod telling her to look out for him. 

I walked into the day care. I don’t know what I was hoping to find but anything would be something. I looked around the scene and there wasn’t much there. 

I decided to go to the cameras and see it for myself. I could feel my tight clenching and my palms sweating. 

I walked into the office and sat down. I took a deep breath and pulled up the footage. I fast-forwarded to the time it had all happened. 

My poor Iris her face looked so scared. It broke my heart so bad. But the man he had a limp and he had on a red bracelet. He looked familiar and I was trying to place it. 

I kept re winding and then playing it again. Hoping to see if something anything would. 

Then finally after the 100th time it hit me. Like a bomb went off in my head. 

“It was him Angelo Lupo” He was a part of the team I took down he was close with his boss. 

I knew the hell these people weren’t done. But I also knew that they kept a stash house close by here. 

I was hoping this dumb ass was stupid enough to take her there. It was a place that was familiar and that he knew. 

I pulled out my phone and called Bobby

“4876 Glendale ave check there bust every damn door they have” I said 

“On it” was all he got out. 

I ran out after them and got back into my squad car. I sped all the way down there sirens blasting. 

I pulled up the house the same time as the 118 did. Me and Bobby both ran out and up the house. He kicked the door down and we kept quiet. He went up the stairs and I was checking the down stairs. 

The upstairs was clear and I crept down the basement. My heart was beating fast and I could feel the anxiety growing closer. 

I walked down the stairs slowly. I made it to the bottom and I saw her. My baby girl was laying on the floor. Her little hand was tapped to the pipe and it looked like she was sleeping. 

I walked around the corner slowly and Angelo was sitting on the chair on his phone Dumb Bastard. Out of all things he was watching Tik Tok videos. He had no idea what was waiting for him. 

I slowly walked over to him and cocked my gun on him. 

He looked up and he was hella shocked. 

“Your under arrest you sick son of a bitch” I took the gun and pistol whipped him in the head. He dropped his head and was unconscious. I took out my handcuffs and took his arms and arrested him. 

“Bobby i got her” I yelled out. 

A few moments later he ran down and ran over to her. I ran over to and Bobby checked her pulse. She’s fine it’s good. 

Then he pulled out a knife and freed her little hand. We then pulled her into a group hug and smothered her with kisses. 

Bobby then picked her up and carried out her out the house. Hen and Chim were waiting by with the stretcher. 

“Were take care of her I promise” Hen said. 

“I know” I said 

I held her hand and followed them in the back. I walked into the back of the ambulance. Chim had on full sirens. 

Hen worked on put a IV on her and was giving her some medications I knew nothing about. I just kept my eyes on Iris. Thinking if i looked away she would disappear. 

We made it to the hospital in no time. When we rolled up the doctors and Nurses were waiting for us.

I didn’t want them to let her go but I also knew they had their work to do. Me and the rest of the 118 gathered in the waiting room. 

I couldn’t sit still and neither could Bobby. I couldn’t believe my worst fear had become true. I never should have left her. 

Bobby looked like he was reading my mind. He got up and walked over to me and grabbed my hands. 

“There was nothing you could have done” He said 

“We could have stayed home”I said 

“What for the rest of our lives and look she’s gonna be fine and now you got that sick son a bitch and it’s over” He said. 

“We don’t know she’s okay he could have drugged her with god knows what” I said

“Yeah well I can’t think like that right now our little girl needs us and she needs us to be strong” Bobby said 

I knew he was right. I knew my baby girl needed me to be strong. I just didn’t know how to do it. 

Bobby grabbed my hand and pulled me into sitting down. I sat in the middle between him and Hen and they both grabbed my hand. 

It made me feel a little calmer feeling their touch. 

A little bit later one of the Dr’s came in and we all jumped up when we saw her. 

“She’s fine her toxic screen came back negative and all her labs came back normal. Which is good she probably just had a paniac attack she got scared and it made her tired.” The DR said 

When she said that I felt my knees get weak and a wave of relief washed all over me. Bobby grabbed me up and I looked up at him. He looked down at me and he was smiling hard. 

Everyone was cheering and hugging each other after they heard the news. 

“See I told you she was gonna be okay” Bobby said 

“Can we see her” I asked 

“Of course follow me” The Dr said. 

We got up and followed her down the hallway. I was getting anxious all over away but in a good way. 

We finally made it and when i walked in my baby was sitting and smiling watching tv. Of course she was happy she always was. 

“When can we take her home” Bobby asked. 

“I want to keep her until tomorrow just to make sure she is okay” The dr said. 

“Okay thank you” I said 

We walked over to her and Iris nearly jumped out the bed when she saw us. 

“Mommy and Daddy I missed you” Iris said 

“We missed you to baby” I said

“Me to love bug” bobby said 

We both leaned in and gave her a big hug

“You guys are hurting me” Iris yelled. 

“Sorry” We both said.

Apparently it was to big of a hug. 

Iris grabbed my hand and and she looked up at me 

“Is the bad guy gone” Iris asked 

“He is not coming back ever Mommy took care of him” I said 

“Good” was all she said. 

Then the whole 118 piled in after that and they were all hugging on her and showering her with gifts. Buck even brought a whole ballon Bouquet. Which Iris ate up she was in heaven. 

Everyone was here and Everyone was going to be okay I told myself. 

3 Months Later 

3 Months had passed and Iris was adjusting okay. She had the nightmares and the nights she was sleeping with us. Which was to be expected. We got her a therapist to help her process everything. 

 May and Harry were back home and it felt complete. Being all together again made me feel complete. 

Angelo was arraigned and took a plea thank god. I was glad because Iris didn’t have to go through it all over again. 

I stayed home to help everyone adjust to what had happened. I was working on going back to work to soon. 

Knowing he was put away did take a lot of my plate. And I was anxious to get back out on the field. Everyone told me where it was i belonged and I knew they were right. 

All i could keep thinking though was how 3 months could change everything, But I knew together as a family we could face anything and everything.

#911 x reader #911 imagine #911 fanfic #911 one shot #911 fox #911 fic #Athena Grant #athena grant imagine #athena grant one shot #bathena #bobby nash #bobby nash imagine #bobby nash one shot

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make something up, yes! Here goes...

Mycroft Holmes

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Mycroft Holmes (Yuukoku no Moriarty)

My first impression: ahaha this just reminded me that my first impression (I watched the anime first) was a very unenthused "oh goodie, a Black Butler joke 😑" (and that was before the dub!)

My impression now: sexy sexy dork. Incredibly powerful man who exudes big dick energy is also Every Oldest Child Ever, thrilled to shoot his little brother with toy guns and show him up at every opportunity. Secretly incredibly sentimental. Sends his boyfriend notes via carrier pigeon even though it is entirely within his authority to just visit him. A hero amongst introverts who built an entire club on the premise of silent parallel play for adults. In short, an icon.

Favorite thing about that character: tips into borderline headcanon I suppose, but I think he's immensely protective of people he cares about, and it's sweet. Also his fussing over his hair is adorable.

Least favorite thing: I don't know if it really counts because I enjoy roasting him for it so much that it seems weird to say I don't like it when it's fun for me, but "dislikes stupid people and likes black coffee" is the most cringe Reddit bro nonsense ever.

Favorite line/scene: I like the parallel [paraphrasing, too lazy to find exact quotes] where he says to Albert in chapter four "you have my attention, what do you want?" (intrigued, possibly flirtatious) vs in chapter 23, "you have my attention, what do you want?" (resigned, a little bit sad).

Favorite interaction that character has with another: anything with Albert, obvs, but also the bit when Sherlock comes back is very Important and I'm glad it's there. Also that little part where he says he's been protecting Sherlock from their family's secrets and sort of smiles conspiratorially at William.

A character that I wish that character would interact with more: Louis, actually. I want to know to what degree they became friends during the timeskip and possibly leaned on each other in their own reserved and quiet ways in the midst of their grief.

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character: hrrrrrm. I feel like there's something obvious that's refusing to come to mind, probably because I'm trying too hard to avoid the fact that the anime wants me to associate him with Sebastian. That did lead me down a J Michael Tatum path to thinking that if anything he maybe reminds me a little of an older Kyouya from OHSHC lmao. Anyway I'll add an edit when the obvious thing I'm forgetting come back to me. 😅

A headcanon about that character: all the dom stuff mainly pfft. Also that he was closer to his father, while Sherlock was a mama's boy.

A song that reminds of that character: all my songs for him are just songs I associate with Mycal, and mostly in a more kind of "Albert POV," but here's one that I have in my Mycal playlist that I think of as more Mycroft POV

An unpopular opinion about that character: eeh. I think I'm pretty in line with the majority of the fandom on him.

Favorite picture: I mean there's lots of lovely shots of him looking very handsome but like...

he's so pleased with himself 🤣

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #mycroft holmes #mycal #asks

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Seventh Year: A Finale Bonus Scene 4

So...I masterfully restrained myself from putting too much of certain things into the chapter. It would have been unnecessary and just padded it. That being said!! I did want to write it and that's what the bonus stuff is for. So here we are!

...I only did three scenes at first. And then @alleythegaycat mentioned something else so I had to do it. And I didn't only want four scenes so I asked for a fifth idea and @dunerowl offered a great suggestion so I went with it.

Tags...it's...definitely still PG-13? But also it's...very sensual? Look, I don't know how to describe it considering it's all from Michael's POV. It's very different than if it were from a human's POV.

The last scene is right before the graduation party the seventh years hold. And is the one where Michael is like "I am not thinking of this while Gabriel is here."

I was not expecting it to be 9,000 words but here we are. Here we are! Please...feedback feeds the muse.

Bonus Scene 1

Bonus Scene 2

Bonus Scene 3

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“This is private?” Draco inspected the classroom with a critical eye.

“I’ve never seen anyone else in here.” Michael took the room in once more, this time trying to see it how Draco might. There was dust over the desks and tables. Old cauldrons lined the walls, precariously stacked and seeming one wrong breath away from toppling over.

“Clearly. I can see our footprints.” Draco looked down at where their footsteps had disturbed the ancient dust. “What was this used for?”

“Alchemy, as far as I can ascertain.”

Draco’s eyebrows went up. “Hogwarts hasn’t had an alchemical class in years. This place really hasn’t seen anyone aside from you since the last time they even had a class.”

Maybe the dust was an issue… The problem with finding an out-of-way place that no one knew about was that dust was to be expected.

Michael glanced down, then cleaned it.

Draco made a startled sound as the classroom suddenly found itself cleaner than it had been since its construction.

“Is that better? I didn’t think about the dust.” Michael would have to do the same for the other rooms.

Draco smiled at him, warm and affectionate. “When you said you had an idea for a place no one would find, I didn’t think you meant a classroom.”

“No one likes exploring the dungeons,” Michael pointed out. “There are other places here, too, including some on the upper floors if you’d like.”

“We’re here now.” Draco reached out to take his hand. “Both of us done with the night… I admit I wasn’t expecting a classroom.”

Again with the classroom…

“I can find a better place in the future,” Michael offered hesitantly.

“I didn’t say it was bad.” Draco was eyeing the desks. “There are a lot of places to sit here.”

Right, comfort had to be taken into account, too. Several of the chairs found themselves adorned with pillows, and there was definitely amusement coming from Draco now.

“Come on.” Draco tugged him back towards one of the newly cushioned chairs, which stretched out into a bench before they sat down. He huffed on noticing this but didn’t say anything, just tugging Michael down. “At any rate, this is better than a broom closet.”

“You said you didn’t want a broom closet.”

“Like I said,” Draco said, radiating fond amusement and love, “better than a broom closet.”

It was going to be better tonight than it had been the last time outside the Great Hall. Michael would be better. It made no sense for him to lose control like that when he was better than that and could control himself better than an angel fresh out of Creation. 

And he did know how to kiss. Theoretically speaking. It was just moving muscles and that was all a vessel was about. 

When he leaned in to kiss Draco, he felt the curve of a smile pressed against his own lips, though it faded quickly. He focused on the physical sensations, on Draco’s scent (that familiar cologne and shampoo, the dust they’d walked through to get here, the cold wet musty smell of dungeons), the sound of his breathing (quickly picking up), and the hand running up his own back towards his neck.

There was also taste, which was a little odd at first with the sense still Michael’s worst. But with how focused he was on feeling with his vessel, there was no sign of atoms but just Draco. It wasn’t a taste he had the words to encapsulate in English beyond a faint hint of what he’d had for dinner so many hours ago.

Draco made a low noise in the back of his throat, deeper than his usual voice, his grip on the back of Michael’s neck tightening, nails scratching over his skin. It was a different sensation than what Michael was used to, sparking other nerves that usually didn’t get stimulated.

There was a distracting warmth at the edge of his senses, at the edge of what he could pick up with solely human senses. It warmed him from the inside out, buzzing through his Grace where he kept himself tucked into his vessel. But even as contained as he could make himself, he wasn’t just his vessel, and as close as Draco was to him, his soul brushed up against Michael’s own true form.

Just…focus.

On his own breathing, which was a little unsteadier than normal, and on the scratch of nails over the back of his neck.

Draco made another noise, then pulled Michael in a bit more, and the warmth magnified.

There was love and affection and disbelief and happiness and joylovehappinesswarmthpleasure. And the love tingled through him and before Michael could fully register what he was doing he reached out, curling around Draco and soaking it in, leaning into that warmth and love that was so different from what he was familiar with.

He heard something else, another noise, but it was distant.

The love pressed against him magnified, sparking through him. There was…something…

He shuddered, and something cracked—

Alarm sparked from the warmth pressed against him, which jolted him back into awareness and the realization he had once again overreached.

Agh, fuck.

Michael pulled back so quickly it left him cold, and he found both Draco and himself sprawled over the floor, the bench they’d been sitting on split in two and the desk which had been by the bench in a similar state. He was sprawled over Draco, and it took a moment too long to connect with his limbs enough to shift off.

He still felt a little disconnected, like his vessel wasn’t quite him. His Grace buzzed with warmth, lingering remnants of the love he’d felt from Draco curling through him.

Draco’s grip on his shoulder tightened, and Michael stopped moving, now only half lying on Draco instead of fully.

“You stopped…” Draco swallowed, breathless. “Stopped glowing.”

Michael made to speak, only to realize he didn’t have the oxygen for even a word. He breathed in, then said, “Sorry.” He didn’t recognize his own voice.

Draco laughed, then pulled him down to kiss him again, and Michael didn’t have the time to steel himself before that love surged through him. He pressed back into that love unthinkingly, felt Draco shiver beneath him, then pulled back, this time pushing right past the resistance at his shoulder to sit up.

His heart was pounding, he distantly registered. His human heart was beating faster than normal. Even his breathing was a little ragged.

Draco was lying in the broken splinters of the bench and the desk, looking at Michael and seeming just a little hurt.

Just…  Damn it.

Michael leaned forward, grabbing hold of Draco’s hand and pulling him up off the splinters. “I – sorry.” He kept saying it like it would fix anything.

Draco blinked at him, flushed. “What are you apologizing for?”

Michael gave him a disbelieving look, then darted his eyes past Draco’s shoulder to the mess.

“That was a little surprising,” Draco admitted, “but we’re both fine, aren’t we?”

“You might not have been.” Michael sighed, brushing off some splinters on Draco’s robe.

“You’ve never hurt me,” Draco told him, straightening Michael’s collar. “Not once, even when you were really angry.”

Somehow. Even though Draco had been present during some of Michael’s worst moments in this world. “That could always change.”

“You didn’t hurt me now either,” Draco pointed out. “I didn’t even notice until we were on the floor.”

Michael grimaced, burning with embarrassment. “I didn’t even notice at all.” How could he not have? How did he get so distracted again?

He startled when Draco kissed him once more, his grip on Draco’s robes flexing.

“No one will find us here,” Draco reminded him in a low murmur. It wasn’t just love pouring off him but also fond amusement and gentle affection. “Wasn’t that the point?”

That had been the point. The other (more private) point had been that Michael was not going to lose it like a newly Created angel. He did manage to not lean into Draco’s soul this time, though he couldn’t stop the shudder through his true form.

“It’s not just for me,” Draco said when Michael said nothing. “I said you can also do what works for you.”

Michael swallowed, focusing on breathing, on that flow of oxygen. It helped a little. “I don’t need to.”

Draco scratched his nails over the back of Michael’s neck, pressing his forehead against Michael’s. “We don’t need to do this either.”

“…But you want to.”

“Then why don’t you do what you want?”

Michael brushed off one more splinter on Draco’s robes, breathing in and out. This wasn’t just for him. This was also for Draco. “Just this is fine,” he said after a long moment.

Draco seemed skeptical about this. “Michael.”

Since Michael could do this now, he kissed him. Draco made a surprised noise now, fingers flexing against Michael’s neck.

“You – this isn’t over,” Draco muttered, and the fond annoyance was easier to buffer than the love had been. A little bit more of a familiar ground for Michael to push to the back.

But it wasn’t too long before the annoyance was gone and the warmth and love curled against him. It was softer than previous times but that was almost… It was almost worse/better than when it was firmer. It was so much gentler yet harder to ignore for how it just beckoned.

There were a few more desks and chairs that were broken that night. 

-

It was a sitting room this time. The furniture was old yet still intact due to the innate magic of Hogwarts. Judging by the pictures and some of the paperwork in the desk drawers, this had belonged to a professor several centuries ago.

It was nonetheless better than a classroom. Or it should be. The atmosphere seemed better… Michael even remembered to make sure it was clean.

“There’s even a window.” Draco admired the view of the forest. If Michael wanted to, he could see the top of his own tree in the distance. “I’m surprised no one uses it anymore.”

“It misses the one who used to be here,” Michael said, brushing his fingers over a moving portrait of a red-haired witch and her dark-haired companion. “When she passed, it hid itself.”

Draco looked back at him in surprise. “Really? Then…is it okay that we’re here?”

Michael smiled at him. “It doesn’t mind our intentions. The professor…she had her own partner she would bring in here. It brings back fond memories.”

Draco turned red, rubbing a hand over his mouth. “Ah. I see. So…you…essentially told it – the room – what we would be doing?”

“In a way.” Michael considered Draco, then slowly turned the portrait around. “I can still find us a broom closet if you would prefer.”

Draco laughed into his hand, then closed the distance between them. The flood of affection and love from him was startling. Michael braced himself, flattening his hand against the wooden surface of the desk. “Shut up about the broom closet.” His voice was fond. “I can’t believe you asked a room if it was okay if we used this space for making out.”

“You just wondered if it was fine if we stayed in here,” Michael pointed out.

“I did.” Draco smiled at him a moment longer, still radiating so much love and affection that Michael had to struggle to not lean into it, to keep himself tucked into his vessel.

He should have expected the kiss.

Michael did respond to it – he did. He pressed back into it, but he had to remember to not lean into the warmth of Draco’s soul. He focused on the brush of Draco’s thumb behind his ear, the brush of his fingers over the back of his neck, then shuddered as a burst of love sparked over his Grace and he barely avoided responding.

Draco pulled back some time later, breathing ragged. “You’re…not breathing.”

Michael swallowed, registering that sometime in the interim his own hands had settled at Draco’s waist. He drew in a breath, trying to settle, only to be distracted by Draco kissing his cheek and how that affectionate love fizzled over his form. He swallowed again, looking at the wallpaper on the wall over Draco’s shoulder. It was something different than Draco. “Breathing,” he managed. “I don’t need it.”

“You can relax,” Draco murmured, kissing his cheek again. “You made sure no one would find us here.”

If he relaxed he was going to do something embarrassing again. Namely breaking something in this very kind sitting room.

“Michael.” Draco kissed him again, and all Michael could register was love and affection and soft happiness.

…No, focus, just concentrate. He could do this and not be…

He focused on his vessel, on the feel of Draco’s robes beneath his hands and how he could feel the movement of Draco’s ribs against both his own chest and his hands. He focused on the slide of lips against his own, the sound of Draco’s breathing (shaky and ragged and with small noises only particularly keen hearing could pick up), the heat of someone else’s skin pressed against his own.

He slid his own hands up a little, cautious, and there was something like a small sigh from Draco, and suddenly warmth blossomed against Michael and it was Draco’s soul.

He responded to that warmth instinctively, reaching out and touching it. It was like touching lightning, a buzz of energy, though it was warmer and softer and while it didn’t reach back out it also didn’t pull away, just remaining pressed against him and brightening as he leaned into it.

There was a distant noise.

The feeling of warmth strengthened, responding positively to Michael. It was happinessjoyloveaffectionsurpriselove.

There was a cracking sound, multiple things falling, and then there was flustered shock brushing along Michael. Shock was much colder than the rest, even with the warmth of the soul – Draco – still close enough to touch.

Soul – shit, he’d overreached again.

Michael pulled back, tucking into his vessel and blinking human eyes to find that they were on the floor between two halves of what once had been a desk. Papers fluttered around them and there were a couple of frames on the floor – the same frames that had been on the desk.

Draco stared up at him, red, breathless, and eyes dark. He seemed a little dazed but surprised; he was also thankfully unharmed.

Michael’s vessel was shaking slightly, fine trembles running through the muscles. He swallowed, forcing several breaths and focusing on that – the rhythm of it. His heart slowed where it was pounding in his chest.

“Sorry,” Michael managed, glad his voice sounded relatively normal.

“Don’t apologize.” Draco gave him a sharp look that wasn’t quite as effective considering how flushed he still looked. “That was…good.” He swallowed. “Felt you again.”

Michael made a noise of agreement, trying not to look at the desk he had apparently split into two. It looked like he’d put too much weight on it, judging from how the wood in two places was a little caved in. “We keep ending up on the floor.”

Draco shrugged, the shock fading to something more amused. “If we stay on the floor, we won’t have to worry about that.”

That did not seem at all comfortable. Michael shot him a look before he started moving to sit them both up.

Draco’s hands around his neck nudged him to stop and before Michael could ask he was being kissed again. That warm soul – Draco – hadn’t moved (why would it when Draco was still in the same place?) but the love was back and he leaned into it, only just aware of a faint noise that sounded like him.

Noise – Michael focused on that and suddenly was aware of how his own heart was ticking up again, his vessel responding, before his awareness turned back over to the warmth blooming in his Grace and how he couldn’t stop feeling Draco’s love and affection. Every time he tried, his focus spotty and catching only bits of the physical (his own heart, his breathing, the shifting of cloth under him), he was distracted by the constant hum of Draco’s soul – that love that was so different from what he’d felt before from his siblings or even his human parents.

He did pull back a few times, trying to refocus, get a little distance, but Draco kept pulling him back in. If he wanted to, he could put a stop to this, but he didn’t really want to. Not with that heady warmth seeping into him and how it buzzed along his Grace.

But he should – he should—

He felt Draco’s hand against his neck, his breath against his cheek, and a stray thought that brushed past his Grace. We’re alone—

He shivered, his true form shuddering and maybe his vessel as well – he wasn’t sure – and melted into it.

Nothing else broke that night, so maybe Draco had a point about staying on the floor.

-

“Do you want to be caught?” Michael managed, shivering as that warm soul brushed up against him and love sparked through his Grace. He swallowed, hands tightening in Draco’s robes as Draco kissed him again.

“No one likes the third floor,” Draco murmured. “Stories of Fluffy keep circulating.”

Michael couldn’t quite place who Fluffy was supposed to be and his concentration scattered when Draco kissed him again, that warm adoring love washing over him. He might have made a noise. He wasn’t sure.

“F-Fluffy?” Michael tried to ask, to keep himself focused on something other than Draco’s soul, on the importance of hiding them. He wasn’t sure how well he was succeeding. The barrier he’d hastily put up right on noticing Draco’s intent was the last thing he wanted to concentrate on but also the most important.

There was no immediate answer, just Draco kissing him a little longer, radiating love and happiness.

Michael leaned into it unthinkingly, relaxing into that love and into the kiss, his attention narrowing in on Draco, when there was a loud thumping sound and the sounds of someone shushing another. He jolted, snapping backwards and hitting a torch, which wobbled precariously before he flung a hand out and caught the edge of it before it could fall.

The barrier – it was still up. Only barely.

Michael pulled the torch back into place, attention split between Draco, who had frozen against him, and the students who had ventured into the dusty corridor.

There were a group of three second years from Ravenclaw hovering only five feet away and scrabbling to pick up a book bag that had fallen to the floor. The straps were broken, which explained the sound.

“We’re not supposed to be here,” one whispered frantically. “We’ll get eaten by the dog!”

“I have beef jerky. No way that’s going to happen.”

The one cleaning up his books looked up, eyebrows raised. “What – you have enough for a dog with three heads?”

“I suppose we’ll find out, won’t we?”

“Just shut up and hurry before we get caught by something other than the three-headed dog! Didn’t you see that torch almost fall over?”

Draco muffled his breathing into Michael’s shoulder, not moving as the three students continued to whisper fervently to each other as they scurried away. It wasn’t until they were gone that he looked up at Michael, giving him a slightly sheepish smile.

“Fluffy?” Michael asked again now that he actually could.

“Hagrid’s dog,” Draco said.

“I see.” Michael did not see.

“He had a giant three-headed dog, apparently,” Draco thankfully explained further. “It was guarding the philosopher’s stone here that Potter went after.”

Once again, Michael reflected on Dumbledore’s life choices. Really. Just what was up with that man?

He was promptly distracted from further thoughts of Dumbledore by Draco kissing him again.

Oh. No. He was not—

Michael had the barest presence of mind to whisk them both to the sitting room they had been in several nights ago. Draco made a startled noise into the kiss at the abrupt transportation, his emotions fracturing into something more surprised.

It was cooler than the love, and Michael was able to refocus. The desk was behind Draco, and he pushed him backwards towards it before leaning in to reinitiate the kiss since it was what Draco wanted.

There was a smile pressed against his lips before Draco cupped his neck and pressed back into him, humming. The surprise faded, morphing into soft delight that tickled at Michael.

Michael tilted his head into the kiss, bracing one hand against the surface of the desk as he leaned in. The wood was hard and smooth, some of the grains catching against his fingertips, though he was soon distracted from that by a soft noise from Draco and delightpleasurelovehappinessadorationtendernesslove.

Shuddering, Michael leaned into that affection, the love that soul so freely offered.

The desk had been fixed before they left the last time.

It was once again broken, and Draco really did have a point about just staying on the floor.

-

When they started packing up their books to return to the Common Rooms for the night, Michael was stopped by Draco’s hand on his wrist.

“Stay?” Draco murmured, leaning in to whisper it more easily into Michael’s ear. It was unnecessary since Michael would be able to hear him even across the Great Hall if he enhanced his hearing.

Michael tilted his head, then looked up at the others. Zabini and Greengrass simply gave him nods and swept out of the room with their bags. Ginny looked faintly amused and Neville elbowed her, using the motion to nudge her along.

“I’ll be along later,” Michael told the others.

“Right,” Ernie said, “don’t be too late?”

“You’re saying this to the being who’s always out late,” Susan pointed out, amused.

“I need to feel at least somewhat responsible.”

“You’re not even prefect,” Justin said, poking Ernie’s arm. “Come on. Let’s leave these two to it.”

“It’s my turn for rounds tonight anyway,” Hannah said. “I’ll see you in the morning!”

“Have fun,” Luna said cheerily.

“Luna,” Draco hissed, flushing.

Luna beamed at him, patting Draco’s shoulder and then taking Ginny’s hand to tug her outside the room before Ginny could start teasing Draco. Neville gave an awkward wave and left before he could think any further on the matter of why Draco wanted Michael to stay behind.

When the door clicked shut behind the last of Michael’s friends, he turned back to Draco. Draco looked a little nervous, shy, and flustered, not quite meeting Michael’s eyes.

Michael studied him a moment longer, then leaned in to kiss his temple. There was a startled sound, Draco jolting.

“Whatever it is,” Michael said gently, “I won’t judge you.”

Draco stared at him, swallowing. There was noticeable hesitation from him, something shy and wanting, before he slowly leaned in and dropped his head to Michael’s shoulder. The position was a little awkward given how they were sitting in chairs, but all Michael could feel from him was a need to be closer.

Michael slid an arm around him, mindful of the chairs, and dropped a kiss to the top of Draco’s head. Slowly, carefully, he also wrapped his Grace along Draco’s soul, pushing reassurance and love into him. There was a very slight shiver from Draco at this, and he pressed in closer.

“Do you want to do this here?” Michael asked quietly. “Or somewhere a little more comfortable?”

Draco considered it. “This is private.”

Michael glanced towards the side of the room. A couch obligingly popped into existence. It was a very comfy couch, reminiscent of the ones in the Hufflepuff Common Room. “We can stay here, but this doesn’t seem very comfortable for you.”

“…Did you just make a couch?”

“…No.” It had been the room.

Draco muffled a laugh into Michael’s shoulder, then picked his head up to kiss him. A rush of warm, affectionate love seeped into Michael where he was still wrapped around Draco. He made a small noise in the kiss, fingers flexing on Draco’s shoulder, his next breath far too shuddery.

When he pulled back, there was something far too keen in Draco’s eyes. He clearly hadn’t missed Michael’s reaction. “Well, since you asked the room so nicely.”

The chairs were quickly abandoned, Draco tugging Michael to his feet and pulling him over to the couch. He evaluated it critically before flopping down onto it by the armrest, his weight pulling Michael down as well. Michael let himself be drawn in, picking up that low level want for closeness.

What he didn’t expect was for Draco to immediately pull him in for a kiss, his hand at the back of Michael’s neck. He braced himself, one hand at the armrest behind Draco and the second at the backrest, resisting Draco fully pulling him in.

Draco leaned up into him for a moment longer. “Michael.” His tone was reproving. “You’re not that heavy.”

Michael still did not follow the tug closer. “Is this what you want?” he asked.

Draco kissed him again, lingering. Michael had pulled slightly back from earlier, but the wash of warm love and soft affection and adoration was impossible to ignore. Michael’s grip on the couch faltered, something crunching that shouldn’t have been crunched.

“I’m fine,” Draco said when Michael jolted back. “It’s just the couch. Come here.” He kissed Michael again before he could even respond, the pressure at the back of Michael’s neck urging him closer.

There was faint amusement in the love now, but the love was still the most prominent piece. Love and also the low level simmering want.

It wasn’t… It wasn’t a want that Michael was familiar with, not like the kind he’d seen from other humans over the years. It was something more innocent, just a desire to be closer and for comfort.

Michael pulled himself apart just enough to speak. “Is everything all right?”

Draco’s fingers flexed against Michael’s neck. He looked up at him, grey eyes dark. “Yes. Studying is just driving me mad, and you’re driving me mad by not relaxing.”

Michael ducked his head slightly, chastised. “Do you…want to relax?”

An unexpected kiss was pressed to his forehead. “Yes, Michael. With you. If you can manage that.” The last bit was wry, though colored with fond amusement.

“I can manage that.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Draco said. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you relax in all the years I’ve known you.”

Michael frowned, only to blink when Draco kissed the spot between his eyebrows.

“It’s not a challenge,” Draco said. “Just…come here, won’t you?”

This time when Draco pulled him down, Michael let him. Draco was leaning back against the armrest, one leg over the side of the couch while the other was stretched out along the back of the couch, in the dip between the cushions and the backrest.

Michael braced himself slightly with the hand at the armrest, though he let go of the back of the couch, brushing off bits of fabric before sliding it along Draco’s neck. He rubbed his thumb over Draco’s jaw, focusing on the physical sensation of his skin and Draco’s shaky breaths.

Draco leaned up into him, his other arm around Michael and pulling him closer. That burning warmth of love and affection bumped up against Michael’s own Grace, and he slipped, dropping a little closer towards him.

Focus, focus.

There was – maybe he could distract Draco. There were some – some other things he could do beyond just…this. Draco wanted to relax.

Michael broke the kiss, scattering more over Draco’s cheeks and then towards his jaw. There was a surprised noise that vibrated against Michael’s thumb where it was pressed against his neck. “Relax,” he murmured against his jaw. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Draco made another surprised noise, this one a little more high-pitched, at Michael speaking against his jaw. “But – you…” He swallowed, breathing in raggedly. “You…”

“I’m here.” Michael kissed his jaw again. “My idea of relaxing isn’t quite the same as yours.”

There was burst of laughter that broke into another surprised gasp when Michael rubbed over his neck and kissed him again. The flood of disbelieving love hit him like a star, bright and overwhelming.

Michael was barely aware of his own surprised noise, the way he shuddered against Draco, and he leaned into it unthinkingly. There was an answering shiver below him, and Draco’s grip on him tightened.

No, focus—

There was the slightest taste of salt on Draco’s skin. Salt and the soap he used, though the latter was fainter now. There was the fast beat of Draco’s heart, thrumming against the thin skin of his neck and right under Michael’s lips. There was the way he shifted under Michael, the way his fingers dug into Michael’s neck and held him in place.

The love washed over him again. His Grace warmed, buzzing and tingling and it felt almost like he was physically flying. It pressed close, Draco’s soul warm and unmoving, just wanting, and Michael leaned into it.

There was a faint noise in the background, something human and something not.

The love magnified, responding to Michael’s own, though it was twined in with something like startled pleasure. It was different, it was new, and Michael pressed into it.

A surprised hum broke through, and Michael was just cognizant that he was only barely supporting his weight, that he was mouthing over Draco’s neck. He pulled back, attempting to breathe, attempting to refocus on something that wasn’t Draco because that clearly wasn’t working at all, when Draco made a displeased sound and pulled him back down.

There was nothing from his soul beyond the pleasure and the adoring love, though he couldn’t reach out the way Michael could. But it was unselfconscious and pressed up close to Michael, the emotions for him and it was like a prayer, someone shouting at him. It sank into his Grace, warming him, and he reached back out, wrapping around it.

The shudder this time was stronger, jostling Michael. No. He had control. He pulled away again, tightening his fingers in the fabric of the couch, the armrest creaking in warning. “Draco.” He barely recognized his voice, strained as it was. He curled away from that warmth, shivering as it brushed over him again.

Draco’s head was tilted back, his eyes closed. There was a flush to his cheeks, his breathing ragged. It took him moments too long to open his eyes, looking up at Michael. He seemed a little dazed. “M’fine,” he mumbled. “…you stop?”

Michael didn’t want to say it was too much. That if he didn’t stop now he wasn’t likely to stop anytime soon and for an archangel “soon” was a relative concept. There was abnormal and then there was…that. What Michael was dangerously tipping closer to.

“It’s getting late,” he said eventually, slowing his breathing. It was likely true. He didn’t know how long they had spent here.

Draco made a displeased sound, this one closer to a groan. He did let go of Michael’s neck, rubbing over his face and tipping his head back.

It revealed a mark on his neck that looked like it was going to bruise rather spectacularly by morning.

Similar marks on Loki’s body came to mind. …Humans liked that, didn’t they?

Michael said nothing, just thumbing over it for a moment before deciding to let it be. Draco shivered at the touch, flushing.

“Do you want to stop or not?” Draco sounded and felt flustered.

Michael kissed his cheek, then pulled away entirely, sitting on the opposite end of the couch. Draco’s hand hovered over his cheek, the skin still flushed, and he stared at Michael.

“Is something wrong?” Michael asked when Draco didn’t say anything.

Draco started, then shook his head. He straightened, reaching out to grab Michael’s hand and squeeze it. “No.” His eyes were soft, his smile equally so, and his soul sang with love that had Michael dazed.

He squeezed Draco’s hand, focusing on the feeling of his hand. It was late. They were done. He was not going to start anything else.

Only Draco pulled him into another kiss outside the Slytherin Common Room, radiating so much love and adoration and happiness that Michael couldn’t even steel himself against it. And by the time Michael managed to come back to himself, he’d somehow pushed Draco up against a wall and was largely supporting him from sinking to the floor.

“Don’t apologize,” Draco managed, grabbing hold of his shoulders. “That – that was good.”

Michael swallowed, holding him close until Draco had stopped shaking and was able to support his weight. He had to breathe through the burning warmth in his Grace, the way Draco’s love even now had him almost half-distracted.

Why was it like this? So different from everything else?

Thankfully Draco made it into his Common Room with no further issues and Michael went to hide somewhere to regain what remained of his composure.

By morning, he felt more assured, even if still… Well, he doubted the embarrassment was going to anywhere anytime soon. His solace was that at least there was no one else here who could see exactly how terribly he had been conducting himself.

When Draco joined them at breakfast, the first thing Michael noticed was the bruise at his neck. It had indeed darkened to something very striking against his pale skin. He was a little more surprised that Draco hadn’t done anything to cover it up, but he did seem a little drowsier than usual and also a little more… He seemed more relaxed, giving Michael a warm smile and squeezing his hand in greeting.

There was a small sputtering sound from Justin where he choked on his pumpkin juice. He then proceeded to stuff toast into his mouth, not looking at Draco.

“Had a good night?” Susan asked, voice very carefully neutral. She was radiating amusement.

Draco hummed in response. He didn’t otherwise say anything, seeming more intent on his breakfast.

“I see.” Susan’s lips were twitching.

Hannah kicked Susan’s leg under the table, giving her a sharp look that said she should be polite. “Well, I’m glad to see you’re happy!”

Draco did look up now, giving her a suspicious look.

“Very happy,” Susan agreed, then promptly winced at Hannah’s second kick.

“Yes,” Draco said slowly, shooting them both suspicious looks.

“I do love the fashion statement,” Ernie said casually.

Draco paused, his fork stilling in the middle of the beans. “Fashion statement?” he asked slowly.

“Yes. It really does send a statement.” Ernie gestured vaguely in the direction of his own neck.

Draco frowned. “What fashion statement are you speaking of, Macmillan?”

“You know…” Ernie tapped his neck meaningfully, raising his eyebrows.

Draco’s hand went up to mirror Ernie. When he touched the bruise, he froze, a dawning sense of horrified realization coming from him. A little of it flashed over his face before he composed his expression to something carefully neutral. “Excuse me.” He stood, leaning over towards Michael. “A word?”

Justin was still chewing through his toast, not looking at either of them. Ernie seemed not at all apologetic despite the glare Hannah was shooting him.

Michael had the sense that he’d messed something up, though he wasn’t entirely sure how or why. Ernie mouthed a silent “good luck” as they left, which didn’t reassure him at all.

He didn’t get the chance to ask since as soon as they were out of sight and earshot of anyone by the Great Hall, Draco turned towards him, radiating flustered and horrified embarrassment.

“You couldn’t have told me?” Draco hissed.

Michael blinked, looking down at the bruise on his neck and then back up to him. “I thought you knew.”

“How would I know?” Draco groaned, hiding his face in his hands. “No wonder Blaise kept smirking at me this morning. Nott wouldn’t even look me in the eyes.”

Michael hesitated, then slowly reached out to touch his shoulder. “I thought…humans like that sort of thing?”

Draco made a strangled noise into his hands. He didn’t say anything.

“…I can avoid doing so in the future.” If he did accidentally do it in the future, he would make sure to heal it. Of course he’d mess this up.

There was an immediate head shake, which confused Michael even more. “…Do you want me to do it again?”

Draco shrunk his shoulders in, the sense of embarrassment strengthening. He hadn’t removed his hands from his face.

“Draco…” Michael stepped in closer, unsure of what exactly he wanted here, but it didn’t seem like just leaving him alone was the right thing to do.

There was another long moment of silence. Then, muffled, so quiet Michael wouldn’t even have heard if he were actually human, Draco mumbled, “I liked it.”

“Oh.” Michael was relieved. “Okay. Is it… Would you prefer I let you know in the future?”

Draco nodded into his hands. His ears were red, as was the back of his neck.

“I can also heal it if you’d like,” Michael offered quietly. “Now and in the future.”

There was a moment’s hesitation before Draco shook his head.

“You’re embarrassed,” Michael said slowly, unsure of what exactly was wrong. Beyond how he had messed up and Draco had been embarrassed.

“I walked out in the middle of everyone with no idea what they were seeing. Of course I’m embarrassed!”

“So it’s…fine if you know?”

Draco dropped his hands, leaning in to hide his face in Michael’s shoulder. “It’s better.” His voice was muffled.

Humans… So illogical. Michael ran a hand over Draco’s back, pressing a slow kiss to his hair. This was something he felt more comfortable with. He was relieved Draco didn’t seem angry, just embarrassed. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Draco sighed into Michael’s shoulder, remaining there for a long moment before he picked his head up and kissed him. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” he said. “But next time tell me.”

Nothing wrong this time, Michael thought ruefully. But at least this had worked out. He would be better.

-

“Better” was relative. “Better” did not happen.

Michael losing his control kept happening and he didn’t understand why. He didn’t understand just why he was so fully incapable of restraining himself around Draco. He didn’t understand why despite his usually impeccable self-control, it just went flying out the window the moment he started picking up what Draco felt for him.

It wasn’t as if it was all the time. Sometimes, when it was just brief, Michael didn’t have an issue. But the longer it lasted, that affection, the higher the likelihood of him becoming distracted. So he did have one possible solution, only it left Draco feeling hurt if Michael stopped short and pulled away early.

The goal wasn’t to hurt Draco.

It just…led to a terrible loop with no solution in sight because Michael was incapable of controlling himself.

At least he didn’t hurt Draco. Fixing furniture was easier than if he had hurt Draco.

The other things were easier. Making sure to take care of Draco, remembering what he had seen other couples do… That was so much easier. Those were little things that made a difference.

Little things that Draco deserved because that was as normal as Michael could make it for him.

They had all been stressed over NEWTs, no matter how Draco tried to hide it or make it as discreet as possible for Michael. They hadn’t spent that much time together either beyond the usual studying and the occasional visit to Hogsmeade, and Draco had asked him if he wouldn’t mind spending some time together that night.

There was another out-of-the-way study that Michael hadn’t brought Draco to yet. It was missed primarily due to the fact that it was hidden behind a tapestry and also had a suit of armor standing before the door.

Draco was a little amused as Michael slid the armor to the side and then back in front of the tapestry. This was probably more due to the armor cursing out Michael than because of the sight of Michael physically shifting the armor back and forth with a hand.

Aside from the amusement, there was something else from Draco, though it was vague enough that Michael couldn’t entirely pick up what it was.

Once the door was closed, Michael turned, only to be pushed up against the door and kissed. He startled, freezing slightly at the abrupt onslaught.

Draco did pull back, brow furrowed. “Is that…too fast?”

Michael forced himself to relax, fitting his vessel against the curve of the door and not the other way round. “Just unexpected.”

Draco studied him a moment longer, then leaned in again, a little slower this time.

This was different. It was more intent, more focused than what Draco usually did. It made it easier for Michael to kiss back, to focus on the physicality of the action and not on other things.

The love was there but it wasn’t everything he was picking up. It was largely covered by the focus.

He didn’t push Draco along, following his lead.

Then Draco shifted to kissing his cheek and down his jaw. That was new.

Michael didn’t move beyond brushing his hand over his back and tilting his head back as Draco sucked at the skin. It felt different, almost interestingly so, and he could see why humans did like it.

Eventually Draco stopped, breathing against Michael’s neck. “This isn’t doing anything for you.” He sounded a little breathless and a little confused.

Michael raised his eyebrows, brushing his hand up to Draco’s neck to squeeze it. “…No. I told you before it doesn’t.”

“I thought…” Draco pulled back, frowning. “It seemed to. The more we…did it.” He was a little red. “So I…I thought I’d try something different so you don’t get all caught up in your head.”

Michael squeezed his neck again, glad Draco couldn’t see the embarrassment burning through him. He hadn’t thought Draco had noticed. “It’s not the kissing,” he said quietly. “I told you…it’s you.”

Draco kissed him again, evaluating. Michael smiled slightly into it for a moment before returning the kiss.

“So it’s…me,” Draco said a little bit later, breathless. “You said…feeling me?”

“…Yes.” Michael slowly leaned in to kiss his cheek, unsure of where Draco was going with this.

“Are you not feeling me right now?” Draco asked.

Draco was very hard to ignore, especially like this. “I am.”

Draco still seemed confused. “Then…is it different? You’re not – it’s not the same as before.”

Draco was more focused than he had been before. It lent a cover to his other emotions, the ones Michael usually had more trouble ignoring. Michael wasn’t sure if he wanted to explain that. “I’m still feeling you,” he told Draco. “I always can.” He leaned in to kiss him, though Draco broke it quicker than the last one.

“You’re not distracting me this time,” Draco said, cross. “You’re not.”

Michael ran his thumb over Draco’s jaw. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?”

Draco flushed a little, throat bobbing as he swallowed. “Yes, but I also want you.”

“You have me.”

Draco went even redder. “I don’t want you holding yourself back. You – I said I want you.”

“I’m here.”

“But not really.” Draco huffed, some frustration seeping in. “I’m not going to break, Michael. Just…this isn’t just about me. This is also for you.”

Michael watched him, breathing past Draco’s frustration and…worry. But the frustration was strongest. He swallowed, dropping his eyes. Why did he always mess things up? “I don’t expect you to break,” he said quietly. “I know you’re stronger than that.”

“If I’m overwhelmed, it’s a good feeling,” Draco said. “You’re not overwhelming, Michael. And when you are, it’s not bad. But I don’t want this to be only for me.”

“It’s not,” Michael said immediately.

“But the kissing doesn’t do anything for you.”

“It does for you.”

“But we can both get something out of it.” Draco kissed his cheek, scattering a few more kisses down his jaw and to his neck. His frustration softened, giving way to worry and love. There was less of the intent focus now, more of the love that nestled against Michael’s Grace. “I want you to want this, too.”

He didn’t want to constantly feel like he had no control. It was – it felt nice. That wasn’t the issue. The issue was everything else.

He swallowed again, breathing shuddering slightly. “I.” He regulated his breathing, focusing only on that, though it also magnified the feel of Draco’s breath against his skin and the slightly different temperature of his exhalations compared to that of his body temperature.

“Hm?” Draco kissed his neck again, a little more deliberately. He seemed to have noticed something changed, something curious sneaking into his emotions, though the love was still there. It was colored by deep affection, soft and adoring.

Michael shivered, barely holding onto his control. He pressed his fingers to Draco’s robes, cataloging the fabric and how it felt (very soft, a high thread count). “Souls…” he managed, voice slightly strained.

Draco paused briefly, though then pressed another kiss to his jaw. He seemed like he wasn’t entirely sure what was doing it for Michael so was testing the waters. The kiss did nothing, but the affectionate love was almost too much.

Michael curled into his vessel but it was impossible to ignore Draco’s soul and the emotions for him. “Souls,” he repeated, forcing himself to focus. “I – I’m always aware. Of them.” He tilted his head back at another kiss, closing his eyes at the warm spark of love and something like excitement bubbling over his Grace. “And…emotions. It’s… Some are harder. To ignore.” Did that make sense? He didn’t think he made sense in his own head.

There was a moment of pensive stillness, though Draco didn’t move away from him. But the emotions Michael was picking up off him had dampened, and he pulled in a long breath. He relaxed slightly, running a hand over Draco’s back and squeezing the back of his neck.

The flood of love hit him like a brick.

Michael was barely aware of the noise he made, startled and surprised, and how he…did he stiffen? Or did his vessel shiver? He didn’t know, all he knew was that he didn’t know what he was doing beyond remaining frozen in place. His breathing had definitely picked up, and he was barely cognizant of Draco kissing up his neck to kiss him properly again.

“Don’t…” He barely recognized his voice, breathless and breaking at the end. He didn’t know what he had been about to say, distracted by the warm love still flooding over him.

“I want to,” Draco murmured between kisses. “This is working, isn’t it?” There was slight amusement here, but it wasn’t meant unkindly. It couldn’t be, not with the rest of what he was focusing on feeling. Humans couldn’t quite do that, and there was – there was no lie.

Michael might have made a noise of agreement, or maybe just a random noise. His focus shifted between the kisses and between struggling not to just reach back out to Draco’s soul and completely lose touch with the physical world.

He had to – he could multitask—

Only there wasn’t much multitasking involved in following Draco’s nudging when he kissed up over Michael’s neck to behind his ear. The only multitasking was registering the physical sensation of the kisses and how his vessel responded to it, skin prickling and nerves sparking.

The love came in waves, ebbing and flowing, likely due to Draco’s own focus sometimes breaking. But it wasn’t anywhere near as predictable as the actual ocean, and just as Michael thought he could manage it, another surge of warmth hit him and he leaned into it.

He reached out. He thought there was a hand involved. Maybe a kiss as well, Draco making a noise that was soon muffled, but all he really registered was the warmth of that soul and the love it continually radiated that was for him, even if it wasn’t pushed at him. But it was for him and he couldn’t ignore that – didn’t want to ignore it.

And he reached out, pushing into that warmth but keeping it gentle. He pushed along his own love, the warmth he was feeling, just letting it rest against that soul in acknowledgment.

There was another noise, this one louder and breaking through Michael’s attention. The love he was feeling faltered slightly, turning slightly overwhelmed.

He pulled back, guilty, and now he could feel Draco holding his head, pressing him up against the wall (door?), gasping into his mouth and definitely very overwhelmed.

Michael pulled physically back but had to stop because there was nowhere to go, not with how Draco had him pushed up against the wall. And when he did break the kiss, Draco was there again, kissing him again, more intently but still breathless.

He wanted to ask, if he was okay, if this was fine, but he had no air for the questions and certainly no way to speak when he was being kissed. He was only barely aware of the shivering of his vessel, fine trembles he couldn’t quite manage to get under control, and then Draco pulled back just enough to tug on his lip and his Occlumency shields were gone and Michael was hit by both his soul and a mind he had gotten used to no longer feeling and shuddered. The next noise was his own.

A good overwhelming feeling. This – he – you feel good – not bad.

That was only Draco. 

The feeling of being overwhelmed faded, only for the love to sweep back in, and Michael sank under it, buzzing with warmth and the feeling of Draco’s soul next to his own Grace. 

At some point, slowly, the love ebbed, not disappearing but no longer quite as overwhelming for him. It just hovered there, warm and soft and also feeling…pleased.

He stayed pressed there for a bit, not doing anything beyond keeping it company like he would have a sibling, sharing his own contentment.

But then there was a shift, and he realized that no, this was… This wasn’t—

When he next registered his own vessel, they were on the floor, though sitting. Somehow he’d slumped down still leaning back against the…door. It was definitely a door. Only he wasn’t leaning so much against the door but against Draco, who had slid himself a little more to the side to be able to hold him and also lean back against the wall.

Damn it.

Michael tucked himself into his vessel, focusing on his breathing. Only his vessel felt a little different than usual, his limbs shaky. It wasn’t quite like how he had felt after what had happened with Gabriel, but the trembling wouldn’t quite stop.

Of course, his own Grace was still buzzing with warmth and that wasn’t going to go away anytime soon either.

“Not so bad, was it?” Draco sounded a little breathless, a little tired, but definitely pleased with himself. He ran a hand over Michael’s shoulder.

Michael shifted, dislodging Draco’s arms and straightening, rubbing hands over his face. “Are you…okay?”

Draco squeezed Michael’s shoulder, leaning in. “I’m perfectly fine.”

“Good.” Michael exhaled in relief, scrubbing over his eyes, focusing on that feeling and not on the buzzing warmth of his Grace or Draco next to him.

“We didn’t even break anything this time,” Draco said, pleased.

Michael groaned into his hands, embarrassment surging through him. Like a newly Created angel. He had no fucking control.

Draco reached out to him, taking one of his hands and gently pulling it down, squeezing it. “Was that really so bad?”

Michael rubbed over his eyes, pressing his thumb to the skin between his eyebrows, focusing on the pressure. “…No,” he eventually admitted. It had been the opposite of bad, except for how he’d lost all sense of everything except for Draco.

“It’s not just for me,” Draco said, and a kiss was pressed to Michael’s temple. “This…what we have…I told you I’m not going to be an obligation.”

Michael shook his head. “You’re not.”

“Then stop focusing so much on what you think I want, because all I want is you. Michael, not Wayne.”

Michael dropped his hand, staring up at the stone ceiling. It offered no answers. He didn’t understand why Draco had wanted this – him. He never had.

Something like sadness seeped into him from Draco. Michael’s eyes snapped to him. “Draco…”

“If you say you’re fine, I’m going to sit on you,” Draco said mildly, “and we’re not going to go anywhere until you accept this.”

Michael huffed, amused despite himself. He smiled. “That’s quite a threat.”

“Oh, it is, since if you decide to leave, I’m going to be upset.”

“I’m not going to leave.”

“Good.” Draco let go of his hand, reaching up to touch his cheek and turn it more towards him so he could kiss him gently. The love was softer than before, a gentle warmth against Michael, and his breathing shuddered.

Draco kissed him again, then pulled back. “You probably can already feel it, but I think you probably need to hear it, too. I love you.”

Michael didn’t look away from him, the embarrassment largely subsiding for something warmer and softer. He didn’t understand why, didn’t want to ask Draco why either, but…he did know that now. He could feel it and couldn’t ignore it.

He ran the fingers of his free hand over Draco’s fringe, brushing it over his forehead. He breathed in, then out, then smiled at him. This time, when he gently and carefully pushed that love into Draco, it was entirely controlled. “I love you, too.”

#first born #my writing #bonus scene #the last archangel #seventh year: a finale #draco malfoy #michael

[compacflt]

you're a legend for referencing lauren berlant and michael warner in relation to your top gun fic and I'd like to think that they would say the same!! the stories that you've created are beautiful explorations of some of the biggest questions posed in queer theory: who are we in public? who are we in private? where is the line that separates the two (spoiler: there is no way to actually separate the two, no binary) and what are the structural forces bearing down upon all of that bullshit! I for one would love to see your questions about privacy and respectability explored with rooster and ice and mav. especially considering the generational cliff between them, with the aids crisis in the background of rooster's childhood when they were all the closest, in your world. anyway! you are an incredible writer and it's been a privilege to read you work :)

thank you so much for this ask!! yes i have spent so much time thinking about this. In March i started working on a new-yorker-style interview that tried to address a bunch of these questions. Since I didn’t do wip wednesday yesterday (sorry) here’s some relevant sections of that wip related to your ask. I don’t think it’s spoilers since I’m not sure id ever post this anywhere—you can see for yourself how entertaining the writing is and it’s overly political and didactic. Just a lame hegelian dialectic where im interrogating my own characters (at least, my own interpretations of them) on their politics. And I’m not an expert on any of this stuff (currently on the slow uphill climb out of the valley of the dunning-kruger graph—trying to learn). Nor am I fact-checking it & that feels irresponsible to post For Real. so just take this post as a fun (for me) exploration of what i (20y.o., ignorant, no editorial oversight, smooth-brained) think Might be some political implications of my fics, trying to write from a lib-moderate pov (tough!)

talking points I wanted to address:

The politics of ice’s career, both internationally & domestically (some wild navy scandals happened under his “tenure” [fat Leonard most pressingly—would LOVE to know how actual TGM’s ice & mav felt about that bc it was SO FUCKING CRAZY, navy officers & admirals having wild sex parties paid for by a singapore defense contractor (the details are so fucking crazy i can’t even say them here—one anecdote involves 7th fleet officers using WWII/Korean war general macarthurs historical memorabilia during sex acts—go read about it) a couple PACFLT RDMLs were charged with actual crimes, 60 admirals (of the navys total 160 admirals) were under investigation & both my and TGM’s ice & cyclone would probably have been two of them, basically if you were a pacflt officer in the mid-2000s-2010s you were under investigation it was so fucking wild]) —and another geopolitical look at the implications of both top gun movies (reagan weighs in from beyond the grave)

Ice and mav who can’t win—they want their relationship to Not Be A Big Deal. leave us alone. We’re Normal. we’re not Weird or anything. —but can’t understand WHY their relationship is so sensational/political—yes, boys, it is a big deal, sorry!! mavericks probably the last Ace the world will ever see & ice is the secretary of the navy and they’re married, fuck yes that’s newsworthy!!!

my version of Ice acceding to SECNAV at the intersection of a couple crucial contextual moments for the navy/military as a whole: 1. Recruitment is currently fucked. This interview takes place in 2020/early 2021, and things were bad then, but the numbers just came out for the Navy this year, and hoooooly shit they are so bad. And blame is falling along partisan lines like always: Ds blame low recruitment numbers on lack of benefits etc, Rs literally i am not shitting you are mostly blaming low recruitment numbers on the military going Woke. The USN has long been seen as the most obnoxiously woke/gay (derogatory) service to conservatives & there’s a lot of political baggage that comes with having a SECNAV who, while not openly identifying as gay, is openly married to another man. especially with a recruiting crisis like this one. 2. Withdrawal from afghanistan obviously. kind of a shit way for ice to end his career ngl. It Did Not Go Super Well. 3. rising tensions in eastern europe pre RU-UA invasion in 2022, what that means for the MIC and procurement, etc. 4. The joint chiefs openly declaring they (& by extension the military as a whole) would not support trump’s coup attempt post-J6—the end of that extremely politically polarized presidency—what does it mean for the following Dem president to then have a gay secnav after that? It’s HUGE. SO no matter what, Ice as SECNAV is going to go down in history. He just wants it to be for his actions, not the fact that he’s gay.

Icemav’s relationship with their identities. We really really don’t want to be known for being gay. “Ask me what my proudest achievement is, I’ll tell you without a second of hesitation—my family. Without a doubt. But does any military man really want to be best-known for his marriage?” We want to be known for being the BEST at our jobs, which we are. We’ve earned that title! There’s so much more interesting stuff about us than who we got married to.

AND how that is a liberal-moderate-conservative median-50% meritocratic WET DREAM of an ideology. an interview like this one is a straight fluff piece pre-ice’s confirmation to secnav—it lets him prove to the moderate liberals that he’s left-leaning enough to protect social justice interests in the USN, AND prove to conservatives that he’s right-leaning enough to not let identity politics/“woke bs” get in the way of the navy’s mission of providing a lethal maritime fighting force. the merits of this ideology are up for debate.

maybe helping the conservative viewpoint of that ideology: The fact that the Kazansky-Mitchell-Bradshaw-seresin family is so not-stereotypically gay. Like, look at these four guys. 9-to-11 combat kills between them (11 in my universe where ice gets an extra 2, 9 canon confirmed) in a period of history/modern warfare when ANY air-to-air kill is/was massively historically significant. Extremely macho & tough. They present themselves about as traditionally and toxically masculine as you could possibly get. Theyve KILLED PEOPLE. They’re not “soft” by any stretch of the imagination. Physically & emotionally they ARE extremely conservative, and there’s something to be said about the politics of that too—molding yourself into the shape of what you think a man should look like, just to avoid persecution, and then performing masculinity BETTER than even the men who would want to persecute you…!

Related to your ask: the modern/young ppl inclination to make sexuality SO political and public. When asked how he could reckon with joining a DADT-ruled navy, rooster answers: “hope I could do something to destroy it before it could destroy me.” When asked why he DIDNT use any of his considerable power to influence the repeal of DADT, ice answers: “it was better than the blanket ban that came before it. And maybe I’ve always wanted neither to tell nor to be asked.” the conservative respectable opinion that your intimate relationships ought to be PRIVATE, doesn’t matter if you’re gay or straight—just do your job, and preferably do it well. yeah, don’t ask and don’t tell. It’s not anyone’s business. ice doesn’t have a philosophical problem with DADT, because he agrees sexuality should be private & secret. —is it anyone’s business? whose business is it? How much of your personal life do you owe the public if you’re a public-facing individual like the COMPACFLT or SECNAV? all good questions!!!!

#& unanswerable! #sooo fun to ignore the big ‘is the military bad’ questions in favor of the nitty gritty of policy #yes it’s bad. next! #poor ice and mav honestly. if it wasn’t such a big deal theydve been married in the 90s #its all external influencing the internal #impossible to not be products of their time #‘marshallian system’ as very niche military officer succession strategy #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #top gun #top gun maverick #edts notes #top gun fanfiction #sorry i probably won’t be posting as much for the next couple weeks. finals season and i am so deep in the trenches its actually not funny. #i think there’s a grammatical typo in excerpt 2. their* #and in excerpt 1 too. not really proofreading these. shrug.

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My current FNAF AUS

Dreams Before Souls: Basically how I think the plot of FNAF kicked off. It's from the Emily siblings' POVS with Jen feeling like her life is on one dull loop and Henry wanting to pull them both out of it using his creations. Henry falls in love with Hazel after meeting her at a party and has to deal with secrets coming out in his friend group, all while this new guy keeps popping around in his life. Meanwhile, Jen deals with her own stresses as the only female staff where she works as a medical assistant and has to fight for her dream life. It's on hold atm because I need to revamp all the outlining. Remnant AU (still nameless): Years after the Missing Children's Incident, many of those who lived or still live in Hurricane have come together to acknowledge the tragedies. But after that day, the power frequently goes out, it's colder than usual, and some people hear sad whispers when they're alone. Thinking something's after him, Henry flees, leaving everyone behind, right as Michael reappears after being gone since the Incident. Charlie and Elizabeth investigate the weird things happening in their town and discover the secrets while Clay (with the help of Jen, sometimes) runs his own investigation to figure out where Henry went and where Michael came from. Still in its early stages. Security Breach: The Burrows: Everyone that works for Fazbear Entertainment gets controlled by Glitchtrap except for a couple of lucky people, including Jeremy (who I've made Cassie's dad here). One day, he sneaks into their whole thingamajig and gets found out, which leads to Cassie and Gregory learning all this stuff to do some meddling of their own. At one point, they have to choose between freeing Vanessa or Jeremy and they end up choosing Vanessa, since she was one of the higher ups in the whole Glitchtrap system. Then they'd go on to free everyone else.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf au #dreams before souls #security breach au #jen emily #henry emily #hazel emily #mrs emily #william afton #michael afton #mike afton #charlotte emily #charlie emily #elizabeth afton #clay burke #glitchtrap #jeremy jones #jeremy fnaf #cassie fnaf #gregory fnaf #vanessa fnaf #vanny fnaf

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Klainebingo 2023

Thank you for hosting this event! I’m an old school reader and admittedly haven’t read much new stuff post-2016 or so, so it’s been absolutely lovely to find some new stories and authors!

1 Reverb (2018) by Fickelodeon

2 Wouldn’t Change a Thing (2020) by nontarelationship 

3 You Will Be Found (2020) by kurtswish

4 Avian Series (2020) by kurtswish (Occupation: Superhero Costumer)

5 Even Better Than the Real Thing (2020) by gleekto

6 Andante, Andante (2020) by fionapear 

7 Courting Royalty (2022) by hundredindecisions (Challenge: 3-2-1 Prompt Bang 2022)

8 (N/A)

9 Head Versus Heart (2020) by dizzywhiz (Trope: Hurt/Comfort)

Thanks for your list!!  Find them on ao3.  Rules here

1. Debut fic:  Reverb by Fickelodeon

Post-Michael thru Season 4, Blaine’s just a little unwell, and it’s not long before everyone can tell. Physical and Mental illness. Hurt/Comfort. If Robin Cook wrote for Glee and General Hospital, the story would probably go like this. Universe Expansion for Seasons 3 and 4 wherein I add some elements to canon and leave some out but manage to get everyone back to place where they can still have the endings they got in canon. Honestly, I just wanted to write H/C, but the more I hurt Blaine, the more I realized he wasn’t going to handle that very well, so I added in diagnosed mental illness. All in all, it’s everything I love to read in fic all in one epic story, just in case I don’t ever get the chance to write these characters again.

2.  Page turner:  Wouldn’t Change a Thing  by notarelationship

On the eve of his junior year at Dalton, Blaine’s dad kicks him out of the house, dumping him at the bus stop, cutting him off, and leaving him homeless. This is the story of how he survives, meets Kurt, and ultimately triumphs.

3. Need Tissues:  You Will Be Found  by @kurtswish

While on a National Broadway Tour, Kurt meets an intriguing man. With more than just miles separating them, they must make a choice. Will they go back to their different lives, or will they let themselves be found?

4. Unusual occupation: Avian Series by @kurtswish

Kurt Hummel always felt separate from his world and being the only one without a Soulmark didn’t help. Just as he is ready to end it all, something happens to change the course of his life.  Parts 1 - 3

5. Your choice:  Even Better Than the Real Thing by @gleekto

College AU/Famous!Blaine and Fanboy!Kurt - Kurt POV

Kurt really doesn’t have time to figure out the dating world between being a freshman at prestigious theatre school, LAADA, and his active but secret blogging life in the Sing!Fandom. So what if Sing! ended last year? There are still fics to read and actors to follow. Especially the uber talented heartthrob lead, Blaine Anderson. He can act. He can sing. He can even dance. He’s gay. He’s out. And he’s only 24. Kurt is willing to twiddle his thumbs and click refresh until Blaine Anderson’s next project.

He just didn’t expect the next project to be on his roommate Rachel’s new TV show.

6. Summer story:  Andante, Andante  by fionapear

Burt settles himself down in the chair of the vanity, peering up at the wall-mount TV at the movie. He fishes in his pocket for the piece of paper from the restaurant earlier. His fortune cookie fortune reads: “With time comes understanding.” It feels a little apt, even if he can’t place exactly why.

(Or: In which Burt Hummel, slowly, begrudgingly, grows to accept Blaine’s presence in his life.)

7. Written for a challenge:  Courting Royalty  by hundredindecisions  @thnxforknowingmeme

During Kurt’s senior year, his friend Rachel gets some surprising news: she’s the princess of a tiny European country, and she has a twin brother to share the throne with. The summer after graduation, Kurt visits his newly-royal friend in the country she’s heir to before they head to New York for college. Staying in a castle and rubbing shoulders with European nobility is pretty overwhelming, but the most remarkable part is meeting Rachel’s brother Blaine, the new prince who Kurt instantly begins crushing on. This summer is either going to be a fairy tale come true, or result in multiple diplomatic catastrophes.Inspired by Meg Cabot’s Princess Diaries series and the movie adaptations, but no background knowledge is needed to understand the fic.

8. n/a

9.  Genre/trope you wouldn’t normally read:  Head Versus Heart by @dizzywhiz

Blaine gets hit by a taxi and ends up in the hospital - so naturally, as his best friend and long-standing roommate, Kurt visits him at every possible opportunity until he gets to come home.

It only takes a couple of visits before Kurt notices something impossibly endearing: the beeping of Blaine’s heart rate monitor speeds up whenever his friends come to visit. At least, Kurt assumes it happens with all of Blaine’s friends, until Sam has no idea what he’s talking about.

#Jen

#klaine fanfiction #2023 klaine bingo #thank you!

[punk-and-anxious]

I’m curious about your reasoning for why midam when they share a body and/or have vessels that are identical(?) and based on Adam is okay, but not if Michael is either using John as a vessel (assuming it’s only the body and John himself is not in there too) or just looks like John in AUs and such. Is it just personal squick?

(Speaking as someone who’s been shipping midam for a while. John as Michael’s vessel was pretty common pre-the s15 reveal, especially in AUs, where it’s just a hot face to give to the archangel we want Adam to kiss. Nothing wrong with disliking it, but I like hearing new opinions on this ship and comparing them to the conversations people have been having about it for a while.)

I honestly have no idea why. I made the og post exactly because i realized my preference and had no actual reason for it?

I was already in the fandom pre s 15 reveal and yes i too read shit ton of midam fics with young Johns face as Michael, so im not totally opposed to it. I just prefer the weird mind fuckery of sharing a body (might be because of my love for all cosmic horror and weird mind fuckery)

I think the preference comes from it still looking like Adams dad in a way? Even when it's not. Like have you seen pictures of your parents when they were young. They dont look like your parents at all but its still them. So id see it as weird on Adams pov. Like would he get past Michael looking like his father? Would he see only Michael or his dad?

And yes i would fuck my own clone if i could (for science) so i dont have an opposition on the whole I SWEAR ITS NOT SELFCEST PLEASE LISTEN version of Midam. Because you dont really see yourself that often, so itd be different? Idk

Honestly

I have no idea why xD and im not hating on anyone who likes the young John as Michaels vessel/face. Since, like i said, been there! And if i find a really good fic like that, ill happily read it :3 (i know my og post seemed a bit harsh and stuff but thats just my humor. Dry and angry seeming about small shit. Like anwsering FUCK YOU when someone asks you to get the mail, and doing it anyway. Because why woukd i be mad? But akso i get passionate about stuff and so on. I hope it didnt come off as me hating the idea compleatly!)

Idk if this makes any sense or answers anything or if it's just rambles! Like i said i honesky dont know, and the more i think for a reason the more it makes no sense for me to have a preference on it, yet here we are

:3 ill try clear stuff up more if ya need me to <3

#question #thank you so much anon for the Q!!!! <3 #i hope this makes sense to ya #midam

[thestobingirlie]

Read St Steven part 4!

Cards on the table; I usually have a bit of a hard time with Nancy - or at least, how the show writes her. I don’t really care for Stancy either.

Nancy immediately ejecting tape, wanting to destroy it AND watch it on repeat forever was like a knife to the heart.

BARB! It’s *so* interesting (and such a twist of the knife) that Steve and Barb are so intrinsically linked in Nancy’s history and emotional landscape. The way she’s looking back, almost like she lost Steve the same time she lost Barb.

And Jonathan…I honestly wasn’t expecting him to come up in Nancy’s sections - and yet his absence still felt like a gut punch.

(I don’t know if this is something you’re gonna write, but I am curious how Jonathan is dealing with this - if he sees it as anything to be dealt with, except for how it effects Nancy. Is he worried that she’s retracing the same steps she took with Steve in season 2?)

I love all of it, I just needed to sing particular praises to your Nancy/the Stancy stuff.

And to let you know that I am once again picking Mike up and rattling him like a Christmas present. What is going on in your head, Michael? I need to know!

Anyway, hope this ask finds you well, despite the BS RE; Eddie’s book. X

thank you so much!!!! i’m so glad you enjoyed the fic, and my interpretation of nancy!

barb and steve as these two totally different people that haunt nancy in very similar ways is sooo interesting, but especially in the context of, like, nancy only had the both of them together for a very brief time, and though steve lived longer than barb, stancy’s relationship was so bogged down with trauma that it almost becomes unrecognisable to what it was at the beginning of s1. in other terms, (like you said) she lost steve when she lost barb, it just took him another year to die.

jonathan (and jancy) is really interesting to me in an au where steve dies, because you just know he haunts that relationship. i am gonna focus on the repercussions of steve’s death on the relationship (though probably not from jonathan’s pov. at least not for a long while), so i won’t spoil anything too big, but steve is essentially the barb of that relationship. except steve wasn’t her best friend, he was her boyfriend. and jonathan now has this unchangeable, can’t ever do wrong figure to be compared to… and that’s never gonna be a healthy relationship lmao.

mike just wants to help nancy 🥺❤️ he doesn’t know how but he’s trying baby.

#saint stephen #nancy wheeler #stranger things #asks #anon

[hope-to-hell]

I’m back, baby! Writer Mike makes a surprise appearance, poor guy. The hollow where his heart should be. Mike. Mike x Reader, really. Angst, some body horror and gore, gross abuse of first-person pov. He really should be working on his novel, but he keeps having this dream.

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The thing is, babe— it’s been so long, so fucking long I’ve almost forgotten how to do this, how to reach inside my chest and grab the words. I have this idea that’s been kicking around the back of my mind, and it’s been driving me fucking crazy because I can’t do anything about it. It’s just this image, these little moments, and this feeling. It’s like I can see the shape of the story but it’s all hollow. I just. I can’t, not like this. Not when I keep having this dream.

There’s this bay of deep black water, iron fences, rusted steps that rise up with their sharp edges and they cut, babe, they cut and catch at my feet and I’m leaving bloody trails up and down but I can’t stop. I’m shredded raw, walking on bone but I have to move, into the water and back out again and I’m all wet and shivering, the salt water’s burning my lungs and I’m drowning, babe, right there between water and sky.

I dream about it every night. Maybe I’m in hell. They say it’s all fire and brimstone and red hot pokers but babe, hell is cold. It’s cold and lonely, like that last spike of adrenaline when you know you’re gonna die and it’s gonna hurt real bad. I just know there’s chains down below and every time I go down the steps they stab their hooks in me. They, yeah. I mean those strangers in the dark with their faces like dead things; they throw their chains and they’re catching at my feet, my hands, my heart, but when I go up again it’s like some awful dream within a dream and it’s just step after step, over and over again forever. I can’t. I can’t do it but I have to anyway.

It’s like I’m a puppet, babe, and these chains pull me wherever they want because I can feel them even when they aren’t there, when they’re coiled up with them down in the dark. There’s rust in my blood like poison; it’s theirs because somehow they’re sipping pain wherever they go and every time I take a step they dig their nails into me. And my feet are gone, babe, just bones all shiny from seawater cause they’ve been worn away and I can’t look but I have to look. They keep saying bear witness and it has to be a dream but those aren’t my words and it’s not my voice. They won’t let me stop until I’m all used up, all worn away. I feel like even then it wouldn’t stop. They’d just find another way to make it hurt.

I know I’ve been a pain lately, babe, but please— please— be patient with me just a little longer. I have to beat this, but I don’t know how. I’m so tired and I wake up soaked with sweat and aching in the middle of the night. I think it’s sweat, at least. It better be, because I don’t know what I’d do if it was water, if I found myself drowning in the blankets. It’s already bad enough the way moonlight shines through the window; I remember breathing you in while you named the stars, when you pointed up and said there’s the Lovers, but I already had my hands under your shirt and I didn’t hear the words til later. But the moonlight shifts like wavelets on a quiet sea and when I wake up I’m scrambling back against the headboard and my lungs are burning.

I try to force myself to write, to catch lightning in a bottle. The publisher keeps calling, saying Mikey, baby, where’s the manuscript? Give us anything you’ve got, come on, that advance must be running out, god dammit Michael have you heard of breach-of-contract, but every time I try to write I slip away into the sea and the blinking cursor on my laptop becomes that tap-tap-tap of bones on iron. I’ve got nothing, not even outlines, not even ideas except this stuff I’m telling you, but I don’t think you can slap a half-naked hunk on the cover and call this shitshow a romance. Babe. I can’t. I don’t know what to do.

The dream is getting closer, and I know it doesn’t make any sense but I can hear the soughing of water and wind even in the daytime now, even here: I’m a thousand miles away from the sea and still I feel it. Everything I touch cuts sharp like salt and I can hear them in every step, every breath. I look in the mirror and I see iron and blood; they’re calling to me and I’m saying no for now but I’m so scared, babe. I just want this to be over, to wake and feel you with me in this bed. I want you to name the stars with me again. I want to lie down and feel the warm earth bake into my bones. I want, I want, but I’m falling apart and I don’t know where some of the pieces have gone. I think the parts of me I’ve lost are with them in the dark.

Remember when you found me all hollow in the cold? I still had soil in my hair and I swore up and down my chest was torn open but you looked— you lifted up my shirt and said your heart’s still beating. You laid your head against my chest and tapped out a rhythm on my ribs. You said either way, the scar’s the same. You said I’m with you now and you. And you— oh, babe. I want— when I told you I had another story in me, when I said I needed just a little bit of quiet— I didn’t think this would be it. My whole mind is ocean and rust and that tap tap tap; I’m drifting down and I’m so afraid of climbing up again, of bearing witness to my own dissolution, but then again I know what's waiting down below.

#henry cavill #mike (hellraiser) #mike (hellraiser) fic #mike (hellraiser) x reader #mike (hellraiser) x you #hellraiser hellworld #hellraiser #hellraiser fic #my fic #canon? what’s that? #writer mike

[shallowstories]

Looking for a proofreader for this next long one!

Not active yet, but here's what it looks like so far. The synopses and stuff need work, and I plan on reading two writing books before really gritting down and hyperfocusing, so I'll probably be doing this late spring and early summer!

EDIT: AJ might proof for me hallelujah and oh lord I cannot fuck this up ////

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For your crimes against the most high

Multi POV: Drafted 6/13 chapters

"For you have made your worthless knowledge known to human consorts, and through this comes much evil on the earth: for you have taught them war mongering, domination, and murder."

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Synopsis: When Sam and Dean offer themselves up to save the world, Chuck plays it cool, vetoing the idea of a Winchester Bowl. But when Dean mentions Castiel, Chuck flies into a rage, insisting that Cas was nothing more than a divine catfishing scheme.

Sam strikes back, charging that Chuck’s full of shit, and that his focus on familial sacrifice is the source of his God-powers. Chuck's answer? A forty-day flood.

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Timeline: Supernatural post-15x18, mid 15x19 fic

Focus: Canon-typical misuse of world religions, Fantastical retelling of The Book of Enoch, References to child sacrifice, The root of Castiel's miraculous resurrections, Polytheism, Angels as lesser deities, Wherein praying to angels is a sin, Hunters are conceived as sacred executioners, Accidental angelolatry, Michael moves like the war lord he is, Lucifer and Nephilim back story, The Great Flood and its Consequences, The Princes of Hell and the Shedim, Azazel tries to use Jack to open the portal to the Shedim, Primordial eve, jealous gods, Chuck tries to convince you that angels are all just Him in Disguise and the Winchesters are his puppetted holy honey traps

Characters: Dean/Castiel, Dean & Sam, Sam & Dean & Cas & Jack, Michael, Michael/Adam if you squint, Lucifer, Chuck Shurley, Azazel and the Special Children, Historical Nephilim

Content warning: Major character death (Castiel), gratuitous references to Deliverance, and mishmashing of world religions without much care to accuracy. Eventual happy ending.

Updates are somewhat irregular but am persistently writing this one, I promise!

Proofread by (TBD).

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Ch 01: If he even existed (~4000 words, ~16 minutes) - Sam POV Ramping up his existential torture, Chuck insists that Cas was nothing more than sexy self-insert. During the face-off, Sam wonders if Chuck’s focus on familial sacrifice is more than an obsession but where he gets his power.

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Ch 02: At sea (~6000 words, ~24 minutes) - Sam POV Team Free Will 3.0 flees to higher ground, and the weight of grief hangs heavy. Michael is bothered by Chuck's sudden disinterest in the idea of the Winchesters killing one another.

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Ch 03: Wish you were h- (~6000 words, ~24 minutes) - Dean POV Things will never be like they were with Jack, but for a moment, Dean gets to pretend. (Jack shares photos from one of his and Castiel's ghost cases, where they apparently got up-close-and-personal with wingsuit base jumping.)

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Ch 04: Make war to me (~7000 words, ~28 minutes) - Dean POV Processing Chuck's taunts, Dean has a vivid dream of Cas. He emerges with a renewed faith in the future.

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Ch 05: You have fixed nothing (~6200 words, ~25 minutes) - Jack POV Morale tanks. Jack's mood takes a turn for the worse. Michael returns bearing gifts.

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The rest are still more heavily in work, and might change, but here's what it's lookin' like so you can see if it's something you might wanna proofread:

(GRAPHIC STILL IN WORK, the bloody spearing of two fish) Ch 06: Someone special (~8000 words, ~32 minutes) - Michael tries his best to stabilize Jack's energy issues. On a supply run, Dean and Jack run afoul of the special children, and Azazel reveals he's been waiting for this to happen all along.

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Tentative list of updates:

Ch 07: Psychic boy blues - Sam POV - TBD - When the door breaks down, the last person Sam expects to see is Jake Talley.

Ch 08: Careful, bridge may ice - Dean POV - TBD - And the worst part of it all is that Lucifer told Michael this would happen. Long ago.

Ch 09: The wilderness we call home - Sam POV - TBD

Ch 10: Bring on the Nephilim - Jack POV - TBD

Ch 11: Declarations of war - Dean or Cas POV? - TBD

Ch 12: Against my better judgment - Cas or Sam or Jack POV? - TBD

Ch 13: It ain't much (working title) - Dean POV - TBD

#anyone has time over summer to help me with this fic let me knoooow #proofreading #beta reader #that's my queue #i'm scheduling this for tomorrow because it's in fact after midnight

[cuddl3s4shur1]

Ur Best friend

Letitia Wright x Black Reader

Authors Note:Know I had to give y’all a part 3

Summary:After your shower looks like your going to have to address some things.

Warning: Angst to fluff

Timeline:After wakanda Forever

Inspired By:The music video a little bit not to much

Taglist: @tuesdaylovesu(wifey fr) @locoforshuri @letitias-fav @lunax0654 @writesbyriri @ziayamikaelson @womenlxver @2k7-sparkles @saintwrld @atssukoo @adeola-the-explorer @niaalove @shuri-my-love @shuriislut

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3:Make you feel right Part 4

Y/n’s Pov

“Care to explain why you have marks on your neck”,

“I went out with my friends and someone most have been kissing me on my neck because I don’t remember”

“Oh ok well call your friends so I know “

“Ok “

You start to panic but get angry when this stuff happens to him you don’t even worry about it that much .

“Hey Gab wasn’t I with you at the club last night” “gurl yeah and that one dude was trying to take you home and shi so he left marks but good thing we saw it go down” “Alright see you soon “

“See you girl”

You where now happy a little because gabby is deadass a real one. “See I told you,

“hm”

“What”

“You cheated on me”

“Wow all the times you came home with kisses on your collar and makes in your neck I ain’t say shit but now when it’s me your making it a big ass deal”

*Silence*

“You quiet because I’m right”

You begin to get up and get your car keys and coat .

“Talk to me when you have fucking sense because right now your acting like you don’t have any” you say exiting the apartment.

You where mad at naven because he knew dang well he has done it before .”Hey siri facetime tish”

“FaceTiming ✨🖤👓Tish👓🖤✨”

“Yo what’s good”

“I’m coming over”

“What’s wrong what happened”

“Argument”

“Alright explain everything when you get here

“K”

You hang up the call as you open your car door. You get in put your key in ,Put on your seatbelt and connected Bluetooth.

Chicago-Michael Jackson played

“I met her on her way to Chicago where she was alone and so I was so I asked her for her name”You sing .

For the next 15 minutes you where driving to tishs house until you got their .You knock on her door hoping she heard it.Your hear her unlock the door. “Come in” she says taking a step back from the door .Tish was wearing sweatshirts and a tank top.You walk in to her place feeling her eyes look at you.

“So what’s going on” she says sitting on the couch.”It’s naven we had an argument” “what happened” . You explain To tish the problem and why you were mad.

"So hes not treating you right?" ,

“It’s iffy”

“I can make you feel right”

“I know exactly how you can”

You look at her with eyes she knows

“No”

“Please”

“No”

“Pretty Please”

“Fine but only because you look good”

“I always do”

You give her a wink and a slight smirk.

“Lay down and relax” You say as you sit in her lap. You get your make up pallet and brush. You start to get make up on the brush and apply it to tishs face .

”Stop moving your going to ruin the eyeshadow”

“Sorry “ she says putting her arms on your waist .

You blend the eyeshadow with your finger.You finish the left eye and now it’s time for the right. You do the exact same thing so they will look right .

“Okay know you can’t move unless you want to mess it up bad” you say getting the blush. You apply the blush and blend it to make it look nice .

You do your finishing touches on the make up.

"And I have done it again"

"Can I take a picture of us like this “

“Sure idc”

(Letitia Wright)

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(Reference pose)

She could at least gave me a kiss 😒

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After a while of you doing tishs make up and watching tv you decided to go home “See you tish” you says leaving her home.

You get to your apartment and unlock the door . You see rosé petals on the ground and candles. This was navens over used apology set up .

“Baby I’m sorry if I made you feel angry you know I didn’t mean it”

“Naven I’m not feeling this tonight maybe tomorrow night”

“Huh”

“Not tonight for this little set up thing”

You say walking to your bedroom,You come out with pillows and a blanket.

“Enjoy the couch while I will enjoy silk sheets”

“But babe”

“Not tonight”

You place the pillows and blankets on the couch .

He finally got what he deserved because you definitely weren’t going to let this slide .

#shuri #shuri fanfiction #letitia fan fiction #letitia x reader #letitia wright shuri #letitia wright #shuri udaku #shuri x reader #shuri x you #Spotify

[insecuregodcomplex]

tsats theories before i actually read it

this is solely for me to put all my thoughts in one place (kind of like a bingo board), feel free to interact with it though if you’d like

disclaimer: i've read the leaked preview and seen the video of rick showing the book off

i'm planning on:

trogs are definitely coming back, nico mentions their help because hades has forbidden him going to the voice in ToN and also there's this from the preview (x)

nico will at least have to acknowledge his solo tartarus trip which will make me yell and scream i hope he gets to share details of how fuckin horrible it was alone and without the mist ok (x)

general theories

maybe it's not Bob who wants out, maybe it's someone else (Michael Yew?) (x)

helm of darkness appearance (x)

parallels to HoH scene (i have read the first five so like i do know about the cupid reference but i also mean the other parts included in the reblog here x)

because we know we're getting information about will and nico getting together, could the marked flashback chapter(s?) have something to do with that?? (x)

Mark and that character they said deserved more attention (? I’m butchering the quote probably) — Michael Yew and Ethan Nakamura are my top candidates for that but much moreso expecting and hoping for Michael Yew

the idea of Nico telling the truth to will makes me excited and nervous…just had a thought about what if it���s like. the truth of how deep his self hatred goes/how scared he was/etc?? ouch (continuation of the HoH post)

so when I read the leaked preview I had this idea — Nico dreaming in shadows maybe is Styx, and then his mom would be his lifeline. Her calling to him would be her going to tell him to let go/move on/move forward and leave his past behind him...which would be something of equal/important value as Bob the Titan. Like Nico’s whole backstory/life/who he was. — and leaving Nico’s memories has definitely been tossed around at least, and I’d be curious if my first theory for this book was realized at all

i'm hoping for

acknowledgement of will losing siblings, other campers too but will siblings <3 Michael Yew love u (river acheron post)

Nico (and Will) and Small Bob (comic of this)

will not keeping his shit together (x)

partially prompted by Percy saying this in SOH I hope there’s a Melinoe feature especially to explore both Will and Nico’s ghosts

some sort of nod/s to will and Nico knowing of each other before they got together (like the Apollo cabin fighting with the Ares cabin in TLO, callbacks and their POVs on stuff like that)

Solangelo/Hades interaction (would also love any apollo feature and can't decide if TOA makes me think it's more or less likely to happen)

i'm excited by the idea of:

will getting injured and talking nico through how to save him (from this post)

similarly -- "character seeing their SO being fatally wounded and reacting" (see: "will's grip was very weak") (tagged this post as TSATS)

michael yew dream sequence!!!! (x) (as i tagged in that post...maybe what nico has to tell will the truth for?)

reverse octavian situation, where will says someone can't be saved type of thing (x)

learning more about will's tattoo and maybe the reason(s) for getting it (x)

"let me see Nico cross the border of life and death only to emerge then as the most stunning, gorgeous existence this universe has to offer...Or Will. The sun is a star anyway. I'm not picky about it." from this post

will being afraid of snakes (this post)

simply characters talking about being queer!!! would love piper to be in this <3

potentially bianca didn’t go for rebirth and was just hiding from Nico trying to bring her back (in TSON he says that’s what he was doing when he found Hazel)

i wonder if...

Rachel says the prophecy has repeated itself twelve times and how twelve is an important number for Olympus and the Doors of Death (mine)

georgina parentage confirmed at all? (x)

also seeing as we're going to learn about how they got together...if anyone wants to read either of my two fics about it lmk lol they’re on ao3

#tsats takes #tsats ideas #tsats potential spoilers #tsats spoilers #tsats #the sun and the star potential spoilers

[slayingstan]

CHICAGO

| I was surprised to see, that a woman like that was really into me. |

Riri's POV: 

Riri had been in Wakanda for a couple weeks now, she was there helping Shuri develop ways to advance the 'Midnight Angels" suits. She has a habit of singing when she works and she has been in choir for years. Even though she doesn't sing many church songs anymore her voice is still amazing.

For the past couple days she's been singing tons of Michael Jackson. Every Era. She has been making Shuri listen to it as well, Shuri didn't listen to a lot of Pop, she enjoyed playing instruments instead. She played violin, piano, and electric guitar. Yet, Riri didn't know that. The constant exercise of her fingers came with many perks, but one was being able to type extremely fast. She has to invent a new keyboard for herself because of how fast she types, but once she was finished with her daily work she always took Riri to her wing of the palace. There was tons of space. 

As they walked into Shuri's highly decorated room, the princess asked "What's that song you've been singing."

Riri couldn't answer this question, she had been singing a lot. "I don't know? I've been singing all week."

Shuri huffed, and she let out the most vicious screech that contained some of the lyrics of Chicago by Michael Jackson. "I was dun dunnn to seee, la la la into meee."

Within seconds Riri was coughing and her jaw was locking from laughing so hard.

"Please don't ever sing again! I don't even recognize whatever the hell you just sung." Riri laughed through her sentence.

"I'm going to play it, since you seem to not know. Its so simple Riri." Shuri rolled her eyes as Riri continued to laugh at her efforts.

"Come now." Shuri guided Riri to an outlined wall with a little screen on it, she held her Kimoyo beads up to it and it opened. It was a room filled with instruments. Guitars hung on the walls, along side keyboards, as well as assorted records. On the floor was a drum set, and a purple Steinway piano that was surrounded by velvet ropes, and a couple of swivel chairs.

"Sit." Shuri looked at the amazed face of Riri as she spoke.

"Where did you get all of this? Do you play all of this? How much is all of this worth." Riri began to flood with questions.

"You didn't answer my question, I'm not answering yours." Shuri spoke as she grabbed a 1961 Vintage Stratocaster off of the wall, along with the a cord. 

"You play that don't you?" Riri looked to her for an answer and Shuri just smiled.

Shuri plugged it into a speaker, and sat next to it in a swivel chair and she began to tune it. 

"Who taught you to do all of this, you amaze me everyday." Riri questioned.

"My brother was a musical prodigy, most of this stuff is his. He needed a place to put it, so I let him keep all these things here in return for full access to it all. He taught me how to read music, and play just about everything. I play everything in here except that piano." There was a tinge of sadness as she spoke and looked over to the grand piano. She felt like she could still see and hear her brother playing it, now the piano sat untouched behind velvet ropes. Never to be played again.

Riri sighed softly, the two sat in a comfortable silence. Understanding was never a challenge between them two.

Suddenly Shuri plucked a string of the guitar, and it let out a roaring noise. Riri jumped a bit. Shuri played a quick warm up melody. 

"I haven't played guitar in a while, I hope I'm not rusty. Now time to play that song." Shuri played some chords that were recognizable, as she tried to get an idea of the song.

"Alright here we go." She began to play the chorus of 'Chicago' and Riri instantly caught on.

"This girl she had to be, an angel sent from heaven just for me. She said she didn't have no man raised the kids the very best she can." Riri sung with the guitar. Shuri began to sing the ad libs, the only part she seemed to be good at.

Shuri decided to throw in a guitar solo, purly for the purpose to showing off. She played until she noticed she cut one of her fingers and started to get blood on the guitar. 

"That was a sign for you to stop being such a show off." Riri joked. 

Shuri hastily wrapped her finger with bandage, and used a cleaning wipe on the body of the guitar. She laughed at Riri's joke. 

"Eh, I don't think I will ever stop trying to one up you. Let's get out of here. " Shuri smiled.

Shuri grabbed Riri's hand and lead her out of the room back into the main bedroom.

#shuri x riri #princess shuri #riri williams #fluff #electric guitar