bonding urge


For your sanity DO NOT imagine Sally and Paul going on a date and asking Percy and Annabeth to babysit their toddler. And Percy being so excited, he starts packing his stuff from camp to entertain his little sister. But on the other hand, Annabeth is so nervous she starts panicking, she’s seen the little girl before but only for a couple of minutes, she’s never taken care of a newborn child, not even his brothers because her step mom wouldn’t let her. And Percy starts comforting her and telling her how awesome his little sister is while massaging her head, so she calms down. And when they arrive she’s still a bit nervous, while saying their goodbyes Sally holds Annabeth strong and whispers “You’re gonna do fine, you’ve got Percy by your side”. Then she sees the little girl who stars showing her little arms towards Percy the second she sees him. Then Percy brings his little sister to Annabeth and the little girl falls in love with Annabae and won’t let Percy take her away from her new big sister. Percy is kind of mad and goes like “It’s my turn to have her you’ve been holding her for three hours now.” every 15 minutes. When it’s almost midnight, the three of them cuddle and fall asleep on Percy’s old bedroom, Percy hugging Annabeth and Annabeth having the baby on top of her chest. The next morning they wake up to the sound of flashes, it’s Sally taking silly pictures of her children (cause she considers Annabeth as one of her own too), she takes her baby with her and lets Annabeth and Percy rest for a couple of minutes while she makes breakfast. They are eating their breakfast and Percy won’t stop grumbling about how Annabeth took all of his sister’s attention and didn’t let him take the baby away from her and Annabeth is just red, Sally is just listening her son with a smile on her face and after a couple of minutes when everyone is silent eating she just goes “Both of you are gonna make great parents one day.”

Warm Me Up ch. 37

This one is shorter but that’s because it was not only hard to write, but I was also listening to some painful songs. I could read over it or elaborate without opening my own can of worms so…. Mediocrity will have to do for this one. Sorry, but thank you for reading. 

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It had been a restless night. As Nico slept, Will would hear sudden shuddering breaths- the aftermath of crying so much before falling asleep. Will struggled to wrap his mind around all the pain Nico faced. He didn’t want to let him go even when Nico groaned and tried to pull away in his sleep because it was hot and he was sweaty. Will couldn’t sleep well. Not after hearing everything Nico had lived through.

“Thank you for saving me.” Those had been the last words Nico uttered before falling into his fitful sleep. As if it had been because of Will that Nico overcame everything. As if Will had been the one picking him up each time something happened. As if Will had been the one to keep him alive this long.

Nico had no idea how strong he was. He had no concept of the strength he held in himself. The resilience. Will knew that not everyone would’ve made it to college in Nico’s circumstances. He knew that not everyone would’ve been able to live on their own. He knew that not everyone would’ve been able to make it through such a toxic environment. But Nico had.

Nico had pushed through, and he was here, in the same bed as Will, breathing, rosy-cheeked. Sleeping, he looked younger. Not at peace, not completely. There was still a furrow in his eyebrows and a slight frown in his parted lips. But he didn’t look like a 19 year-old who had grown up almost completely alone and all too quickly. He looked smaller, more vulnerable.

Will wondered vaguely how many people had woken up to Nico. How many people had slept beside him and seen the same sleeping face? Then he wondered if any of them appreciated and loved the sight as much as Will did. He wondered if any of them looked at Nico with the amount of wonder Will felt. If any of them had any idea how incredibly strong Nico was.

Something told him nobody ever had.

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let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath the highrock for a clan m

guys hgoly shit im back i am so relieved but very dizzy

Feyre & Ianthe

Can you just imagine Feyre pretending to like Ianthe while she’s back at the spring court spying on Tamlin?

Feyre: It’s so great to see you again! *Internally screaming*

Ianthe: Yes, you poor thing! I heard Rhysand forced you into a mating bond!

Feyre: *Resisting urge to bitch slap Ianthe* Yes, but the King of Hybern broke it. 

Ianthe: *Looks delighted* So Rhysand’s available then?


IronHawk (Three)

Welcome back to IronHawk!
This is a long chapter and ugh Tony is sad :( but everyone tries to be there for him. Also, poor Clint, and Banner is a good bro.

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“So doc, what’s the verdict? Can I go back on my pills yet?”

Tony sat in his doctor’s office, ankle crossed over knee, fingers tapping anxiously. The last few weeks had been… trying. It seemed like every day he became more sensitive to everything. Smells that never bothered him now made him sneeze. Certain fabrics irritated his skin. He couldn’t remember the last time he slept more than an hour or two, because his bed felt big and empty and foreign.
And he was overly…aware. Of everything.

The way Natasha smelled of satisfaction and pride after a night with Pepper sent longing zinging through his body. The way the Witch’s hips moved as she tried to catch Bruce’s attention made him want to do the same to-NOPE don’t think that. Even the way the Captain couldn’t quite stop the red in his eyes after a battle made Tony ache for the presence of an Alpha.

And that was the whole issue. While on suppressants, everything had been muted, even if he hadn’t realized it. The dynamics between any couple, much less alpha/omega pairs had been something he couldn’t care less about. But now it was all he could think about.

And Clint had persisted in basically ignoring Tony. Their easy, teasing friendship from before had disappeared since Tony’s-let’s just call it an incident. Since the incident-  and it didn’t help that Tony was feeling like he was hard wired to Clint’s presence.

Every time the archer entered a room, Tony wanted to sit up, straighten his clothes, bare his neck. And Hawkeye had ignored it all. To the point where other people were starting to notice. Natasha had asked twice if everything was okay between them, and so had Steve. Hawkeye had simply shrugged and ignored the questions.

Tony wanted to cry every time.

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i interpreted birth charts pls look it took me so long thank u

this is just the hyung line this is the maknae’s

someone asked me about bts’s birth charts and i ended up getting way too into it so now there’s this i’m sorry also i don’t know the time of their births so position of the planets might not be entirely accurate and i don’t know their ascendants tragic

the books i used for this r stephen arroyo’s chart interpretation and spiritual astrology by jan spiller and karen mccoy

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Roses Are Red...- an Elucien fic

Small Elucien fic set somewhere in the projected middle of ACOTAR 3 based on this beautiful little WIP by the very talented @meabhd (hope you don’t mind; but it was too cute to resist!) 

Title: Roses Are Red…

Summary: Set post ACOMAF; the Spring Court has settled and Feyre brings her court and sisters to stay. On a walk through the gardens she comes across Lucien and Elain finally managing to steal a moment together amidst all the chaos. 

Link: AO3 

It’s odd, being back at the Spring Court now. So much has changed since Tamlin first brought me here. I’ve changed. The world has changed. But the gardens at least remain - beautiful as ever – if not more so now. I find comfort in them still, in the peace and quiet and the fresh open spaces, so unlike the oppressive darkness that still stalks my nightmares sometimes.

Colour and shape burst out at me from every direction – each plant simultaneously vying for my complete attention and focus while also blending with the beds around them to give a pleasant overall effect. It’s something I’ll have to try and capture the next time I paint, making everything stand out yet meld perfectly together at the same time.

The sound of quiet voices and gentle laughter interrupts me and jolts me out of my reverie. Looking up I see Elain, Elain walking through the gardens arm in arm with Lucien. I blink in surprise at the sight of my friend and sister together. I’d been trying all week without success to encourage him to just talk to my sister since we’d brought her here.

Everything about this court suits Elain, right down to the magic that now burns in her veins that she can use to grow any plant into any shape she chooses. I know she’s already used it to spruce up some of the darker, emptier areas of the Spring Court, letting it run wild with the raw power that infuses the air in this court. She’s radiant and I’ve never seen her look prettier, or happier, than she has done here.

But Lucien had avoided her, barely looking at her if they were in the room and as far as I knew they hadn’t said two words to each other and now they’re walking together through the gardens, Elain comfortably holding Lucien’s arm and letting him lead her, as though they do this every day, and have done for decades.

They both look happy. Elain is laughing almost continually at whatever Lucien is saying and there’s a light twinkling in his russet eye that I realise I’ve never truly seen before, kindled every time he looks at her. And the smile on his face – such a rare sight after the darkness that’s plagued him these months – is different from the ones I’ve seen there before. It’s warm and soft and tempered with a tenderness I might not have believed. He looks younger and whole somehow, in a way he never did before, as though he needed Elain’s light to contrast and bring out this last part of him and complete him.

I watch them from my place by a large, bold pot full of sunflowers larger than any I’ve ever seen before – one of Elain’s additions to the garden – as they meander comfortably along the gravel paths. They seem at ease with one another, already connecting the way the bond between them urges them to do, but both a little shy and unsure of themselves all the same.

They pause on the edge of a bed full of demure little blue flowers and Lucien turns to her, looking more hesitant than I’ve ever seen him before. I’m used to the confident, silver-tongued emissary, witty, thoughtless remarks to everything bursting out of him with arrogant ease, heedless and careless, saying what he thought whatever it cost him – a lesson that losing his eye even hadn’t taught him – but here, with Elain, I swear I hear him stumble as he speaks to her.

Elain’s smile is shy when she nods to him, letting her body tentatively brush against hers as she moves in closer to him, peering at something in his hands. With a flourish Lucien produces a large bouquet of flowers, red roses dotted with smaller blue violets and Elain gasps in surprise, evident awe and delight at the sudden appearance of the flowers and I duck my head, hiding my smile.

Typically Lucien. But the pretty blush that spreads across my sister’s face as she accepts the flowers from him with a sweet smile and smells them, her eyes still on him quickly softens me again. He might not be particularly subtle or reserved about it but his exuberance seems to appeal to her.

I glance up at them again in time to see Elain stand on her toes, one hand on Lucien’s shoulder encouraging him down to her so she can kiss him on the cheek in thanks for the flowers, flushing furiously as she does so and peering shyly up at him over the flowers in her hands as she sinks back down again, watching him anxiously for his reaction.

Lucien blushes, actually blushes, his skin flaring as deeply red as his hair and rubs the back of his neck as a broad smile spreads across his face. Elain giggles again clearly very pleased with this and stands up again to gently kiss his other cheek. Lucien’s blush deepens even further and I stare at him in utter amazement as he dithers on the spot before leaning down and very gently kissing Elain’s nose.

She blinks at him in amazement for a moment then a laugh bursts from her a full, loud, rich laugh that I’ve never heard before. The smile that Lucien gives her in answer to this transforms his face and the light that blazes in his eyes is more than I’ve ever seen before, more than I ever believed was left inside him. But somehow she found it.

Reaching out Elain takes his hand in hers, her other hand still holding tightly onto the bunch of flowers he gave her and leads him assertively through the gardens, pointing out what looks to be her favourite flowers while he trails meekly along in her wake, drinking in every word she speaks as though it’s the air he breathes. I almost laugh at the absurdity of it, the tall, angled High Fae, a trained and talented warrior in his own right, who stands at least a foot taller than the slim, willowy girl who leads him around, but there’s a certain rightness to it that I can’t get away from.

As I watch them I feel someone shift and step up beside me and I turn in time to find Nesta draw level with me, her arms crossed over her chest, her piercing gaze fixed steadily on Lucien and Elain, now bending down to examine a row of delicate white snowdrops while Elain prattles steadily to Lucien. He makes a no doubt sarcastic comment and to my delighted surprise I watch her very gently shove him in protest then yelps in alarm and hastily grabs his arm as he nearly overbalances and topples into the flower bed, caught unawares.

I tear my eyes away from them to blink at Nesta instead, who still watches them with unflinching focus, “You’re not going to interrupt them are you?” I ask gently but my hand reaches out to touch her elbow, ready to stop her if she tries. They both deserve this.

But Nesta just shakes her head, “No,” she says simply without looking at me, her lips quirking into a faint smile, “It’s about time they at least talked.”

I stare at her in amazement for a moment. I knew that discovering her own mating bond with Cassian and gaining a new understanding of what that was like might have changed her views on it but she was always so fiercely protective of Elain that I hadn’t expected her to allow Lucien within twenty feet of her before she’d taken the time to assess him and decide.

There’s something a little too knowing in Nesta’s smirk and my eyes widen as I say slowly, “I never told Lucien that her favourite flowers are roses and violets…” Nesta’s smile broadens just enough to confirm my suspicions, “You did this?” I demand, thunderstruck, “How?” Lucien had resisted every effort I’d made at encouraging him to talk to Elain, no matter what I said or did.

Nesta’s smile is nothing short of wicked, “You were being too gentle,” she says, blithely examining her nails.

“I hope you didn’t damage him permanently,” I say, examining Lucien a little more closely but if the encounter with Nesta scarred him he certainly isn’t showing it now as he gently tucks one of the violets from her bouquet into Elain’s hair.

“No,” Nesta says evenly, “He just needed a little push in the right direction, that’s all.”

I stare pointedly at her but she only shrugs half-heartedly, clearly not about to spill her secrets to me any time soon. We both turn to watch them again and I say softly, “She looks so happy,” Nesta’s razor-sharp smile softens as she notes this too and nods her approval.

“He’s better for her than that Fae-hating bastard she was going to marry,” she sniffs and a flicker of understanding at her interference runs through me at her words.

Nesta saw two men react to Elain, the one who gave her an iron wedding ring and would have hunted her down and butchered her if he ever found out what she’d become; and the one who would roar and fight and storm at kings to protect her and slaughter anyone who dared come near her. And she found a glimmer of her own spirit in Lucien; a kindred desire to protect, to burn the world to ash for those that matter, and she understood.

“He’s good for her,” I say quietly as I watch Elain smile and playfully toss some remark out to Lucien that makes him blink in surprise then offer her a wolfish smile of encouragement and toss something right back to her.

I’ve never seen her as assertive or confident before. He brings out the spirit that she wraps in soft, sweet smiles; the spark of something that makes her able to handle Lucien’s fire and bite by drawing out a little of her own. Nesta nods her agreement and approval, a small smile curving her lips as she notices the same thing I do.

And I know, as I look up to see Elain cupping Lucien’s face in her hand, the side that bears the metal eye and the brutal scar and see the tension that flares in him at the contact and the way it melts away as she lightly strokes the slash in his skin with her thumb, a gentleness he’s rarely known, that she’ll be good for him too. And that they deserve this. They deserve each other.

“I’m glad you pushed him into talking to her,” I say to Nesta, knowing how hard it must have been for her to unbend her pride and go to him after spitting at him and rejecting him before, to give him another chance and let him see that decision.

But Nesta just nods, “So am I,” she bites her lip as though wondering whether or not to speak but at last she says, “With everything that’s going on just now…The war that’s coming…I thought she should have a chance at this,” she gestures to where Elain and Lucien stand together, talking quietly, “At getting to know someone who could make her feel,” she tightens her lips and I know I won’t get more from her but I don’t need to to know what, who changed her mind about this.

We both look up in time to see Elain stand on her toes and softly kiss Lucien’s cheek once again in farewell before hurrying off, glancing over her shoulder at him and giving him a little wave as she goes. Lucien stands in the middle of the path gazing after her, looking a little dazed, lightly brushing his cheek where she kissed him. In his hands is a small round flower in various hues of red and orange and I realise she must have used her magic to make it just for him.

No but what if Helena has a nightmare and Alison doesn’t know what to do so she tries to calm her down like she does her kids? She gets Helena to cuddle her and once Helena is comfortable she begins to softly sing until Helena is asleep.

Even sexuality isn’t inexplicable, naturalistic biological reactions aren’t inexplicable either. And tbh there’s only a portion of sexuality that is biological imo and only for some people, not everyone.

A lot of sexuality is socially constructed, a lot of it arises from social dynamics and that affects all of our sexualities on a lot of levels. Pure animal urges to bond and reproduce may be at the core but there’s a lot of sociopsychological trappings on even your interest in men or women or multiple genders.

I know people don’t like to hear this because you’ve got a silly idea of what social construct means so I’ll fix that now, Social Constructs are real they simply arise from society. It’s about source.

Wanderlust-Mischief: My ship is obvi Destiel, object is a pillow, && location is a small apartment in NY.

A/N: Sorry this took so long! This is an AU (kinda), it takes place sometime after they end up losing Sam and the bunker no longer feels like home.

Dean still had no fucking idea why he agreed to this.

Not only was he exhausted from moving halfway across the country, but he was living in this small ass apartment in the middle of New York City. He wasn’t complaining about that though… in fact he kind of liked it. Small worked. It was cozy.

No, it wasn’t the apartment that was bothering him. It was Cas.

Cas, who was curled up near his side, taking up the majority of the bed. The covers included. Dean could complain about the space, but in reality—the bed wasn’t big enough to fit both of them either.

Nope, it wasn’t the bed that was bothering him. It was Cas.

The fallen angel was snoring. And Dean had no idea that Cas was such a heavy sleeper. He was noisy, and impressively resistant to Dean’s continuous attempts to wake the man up. Fuck, it’s not like he carried any of the boxes up here. Why the fuck was he so tired?

Dean sighed loudly and shifted his position, now lying on his side—facing Cas. He watched the other man for what seemed like hours and listened as the snoring slowly faded away.

Dean found that he missed it.

No… It wasn’t the noise that was bothering him. It was just Cas.

“I still can’t believe you forgot to pack the pillows…” Dean mumbled quietly; mostly to himself. He wasn’t angry, not anymore. And he shouldn’t really be blaming Cas, but he couldn’t help it.

Cas only brought one pillow. It was the last thing he grabbed before heading out the bunker because he wanted to sleep the entire way to New York. Dean understood. He was human now. He needed it.

“We have one.” A gravelly voice responded.

Dean scoffed. Yeah, now he decides to wake up. It was true though. They had the one pillow. And Cas insisted they share it since Dean overreacted about the lack of pillows in the apartment. He was too tired to drive to the store for new ones.

Cas opened his eyes and stared at Dean. ‘Personal space’ boundaries clearly ignored as they were only inches apart.

It wasn’t an awkward silence that followed that statement. But Dean was at a sudden loss for words. Cas was close. Their heads even closer as they struggled to stay on the single pillow. 

Fuck. It was Cas.

It was Castiel, fallen Angel of the Lord, who was staring intently at Dean– almost waiting for a response, but comfortable with the silence.

It was Cas and their God damn ‘profound bond’ along with Dean’s urge to scoot closer, but knowing that once he does. Things will never be the same.

And it was also Dean. ‘The Righteous Man’. Saved by an angel. Who watched as Cas pulled back the covers and threw them over the other man once he realized he had taken them all in his sleep, ignoring the sudden overwhelming thought that ‘maybe everything is going to be alright.’


Dean, too caught up in his thoughts didn’t even notice the sudden warmth against him immediately. It was Cas. Who made the first move.

And it was also Cas, who gave ‘Being kissed by an Angel’ an entirely new meaning.

Dean doesn’t even like sleeping with pillows.

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For Kylux Force-bond: Hux gets what he wants, and he and Kylo work as one body, fighting, working, etc. On the downside, Hux realizes he's just as helpless in the bond as Kylo is, and being apart is a special kind of horrible. Feeeelings!

Hux keys in the lock code and slumps against the door. His head is pounding. His shoulders are shaking with withdrawal.

This will be his third night alone on Illum base. His comlink chirps with constant messages from Ren, begging to know why he is being punished. He pulls it out of his pocket and hurls it against the wall. Crossing the floor, he slumps into a chair and buries his face in his hands.

This is a test. Fingers trembling, he picks up the bottle of sleeping pills from the table and fumbles with the safety cap. Prying it open, he swallows a handful, heedless of the dosage. He follows them up with a gulp of cloudy tap water. They didn’t work last night. He is so desperate to sleep that his exhaustion-addled brain thinks nothing of the danger of overdosing.

In the aftermath of defeating Snoke, it had been so easy to put it out of his mind. But as the high of victory begins to recede, he has been forced to confront the limits of his own control. To his great dismay, he has found himself thoughtlessly over-indulging.

His bond with Ren is everything he could have hoped for. Ren’s power is at his disposal. Ren’s mind is meek and easily hushed. At times, their bodies move and act as one, and Hux feels possessed of four hands, four eyes, two mouths. Ren’s broad shoulders loom beside him and he inhabits them, owns them. Ren hands him things before he asks for them- his datapad, his gloves -always sensing his needs, always ready to serve him.

It’s intoxicating, this power, but at its heart lies a dangerous weakness. The key to controlling Ren is Hux’s ability to withhold affection from him. Without it, he has no leverage, no carrot or stick. Hux stumbles into bed, not even bothering to remove his boots. He’s exhausted, but his body is restless. It won’t sleep without its other half. He groans, smothering his face in the pillow, and prepares to pass many sweaty, rolling, hallucinatory hours.

In the morning, Ren is scrabbling at the door.

“I told you to stay out of this sector of the base,” Hux yells.

“Why are you doing this?” Ren whines. “I’ve done everything you asked.” Hux folds the pillow over his head, covering his ears. “I know you want it too,” says Ren, suddenly sounding like a threat. He touches the bond and Hux curses, throwing up mental shields as thickly as he can.

Hux tries to get up, to reach for his blaster on the table, but his body won’t cooperate with him. The exhaustion is so acute that when he tries to raise his head, it swims with violet stars. “Go away,” he says lamely.

Ren gives a low, crazed chuckle. “You can’t keep this up,” he says. “You’ll come back to me. All I have to do is stand out here and wait.”

Hux grits his teeth, shoring up his mental shields. Ren’s desire- the desire to merge, completely and permanently -is a constant pressure against his mind. This wouldn’t be so alarming if there wasn’t a similar, answering pressure from within himself. He knew the bond would produce… urges. But he assumed he would be able to manage them.

He takes a deep breath, his chest sobbing. The separation is making him physically ill. In modifying Ren to suit him, he did all he could to avoid being modified to suit Ren. But it wasn’t enough. The bond has reshaped him, body and mind, transformed him into a weak, dependent creature. “I’ll do what is necessary,” he says. He knows Ren is sick too, suffering too. It’s only a matter of holding out longer than him.

Ren plunges into the bond’s glowing mass, a dense bundle of live wires, and Hux’s chest leaps, his back arching against the bed. Ren’s frantic, needy promises of union are electrocuting him.

When he opens his eyes, Ren is standing over the bed. Hux starts, his traitor hand dropping the remote to the floor with a plastic thud. His twitching fingers entered the lock code, he realizes, without his permission. He scrambles on the bed for purchase, trying to right himself, but Ren jumps in on top of him, immobilizing Hux with his weight. He rolls Hux over onto his side, arms and legs wrapping around him like vices.

“Hold still,” says Ren. “You’ve deprived us both of sleep.” He kisses Hux’s forehead, pouring brain-melting tingles into Hux’s skull. “We are going to sleep now.”

The bond ignites, pushing emotion between them like currant. Hux cries out as Ren holds him down, forcing him to take it all in. Nerves leap, wiring every part to every other, and they are one body again.

“You won’t withhold this from me anymore,” Ren growls. Hux nods helplessly against him, pleasure saturating his body and mind until he droops and drips with it, like a cake dipped in rum. Summoning the remote to his hand, Ren holds it in front of Hux’s blurring eyes. “Enter the code,” he demands, gently. Hux obeys, hearing the vault-like door swung shut and lock behind him. Ren levitates the remote into the air and makes a fist, crumpling it into a jagged ball of plastic and wires. “I didn’t bring my saber,” says Ren, sensing Hux’s thoughts. “No cutting through the walls.” Unless Ren can use the Force to get them out, they are trapped inside this room until someone on the base comes looking for them.

Drunk on Ren’s nearness, Hux rubs against him, fussing and whimpering. His reasons for wanting to separate them are rapidly receding from his mind- all he can think of now is getting closer. Ren’s ecstasy breaks over him in waves as Ren’s mind relaxes, his body yielding. Hux feels a heady rush of power as both bodies respond to his will as one- a single, unified entity under his command. He rolls them across the bed, posing them like dolls, tightening arms around waists and bringing their mouths together. It’s so strong, but exhausted, his twin vessel. It needs time to knit itself back together, after spending so long split in half. Ren mentioned sleep, he thinks. It sounds like the right idea.


Angel Anatomy 101

Angel anatomy isn’t really detailed upon in the original series, so corinthians!verse has worked on some headcanon surrounding how angels work. It’s based on a heck of a lot of flakey science, and is always open to correction and suggestion.

Whilst angels exist on multiple planes and have several forms ranging from four-faced monsters to classic winged fey creatures, you can look at them as a whole as a wavelength/singularity of divine and celestial intent.

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OQ 11 (Regina sub)

(Totally gonna cheat here and just give you an extended preview of Shades… So I guess, don’t read this if you don’t wanna be spoiled for that when I finally finish it…)

“I love you,” he says, because he wants her to hear it, wants her to know it, and she pulls back a little, smiling sweetly at him. That way she does when he’s truly touched her. She tells him she loves him too, and **thank you for trying this**, and Robin gives her one more sweet, gentle kiss before centering himself and tapping her chin resolutely, lifting it up. She raises it a half inch, dutifully, looks him right in the eyes for a moment, then away, down, as if she’s not allowed. “I believe you’re due a punishment.”

“Yes, Sir,” she confirms.

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Even more Kidomomo headcanons

I never expected the first post to get so popular!!

  • Momo mostly is the one who talks very openly about their relationship, but when it comes to action Kido (once she isn’t as embarrassed anymore) is the one to take charge
  • Kido exactly knows which button she has to push to get Momo all embarrassed, but she doesn’t do it as often as Momo does it with her
  • The first time they got very close and Momo was about to remove Kido’s hoodie, Kido slightly pushed her away out of fear. She didn’t want Momo to see the burn marks all over her body, but also couldn’t tell her what happened. Momo figured something was up and told her, that she does not need a “perfect” body, because imperfaction is more beautiful and that everything is fine, because it’s Kido
  • After a while, Kido allowed Momo to remove the fabric and then Momo carefully brushed over the marks and kissed them, because she wanted to overwrite the unpleasant memories of their origin with some pleasant ones
  • Kido finds out that Momo is afraid of very deep seas and huge masses of water in general, and assures her that she will always be there for her and keep her safe and afloat
  • When Momo goes on tour, she has a small Kido plush on her that keeps her company
  • They do not go on dates that often (it’s not really Kido’s thing), however, they do spend lots of time together nonetheless like they go shopping together, or clean the house etc.
  • Kido and Momo are both happy as long as they can spend time with each other, so it does not matter what exactly they do
  • They don’t tell each other “I love you” a lot, but their actions speak louder than words and at a point it goes without saying
  • Kido goes to train her body to have less problems carrying Momo (Seto sometimes helps Kido out, but he is not allowed to tell anybody)
  • Whenever Momo researches online what her and Kido could do, Ene loves to pop up and help out. Of course not without offering Momo to link her to the “hot stuff”; she also keeps remarking how Momo’s and Shintaro’s tastes are similiar
  • When asked if Momo really is Kido’s girlfriend, she tries very hard to play it cool and be like “well, yeah” but in her mind Kido goes “HELL YEAH MOMO FUCKING KISARAGI IS MY GIRLFRIEND I AM SO BLESSED”
  • Each time Kido talks about Momo with others, she has the habit to raise her shoulders a little, because normally she could hide her face a bit behind her collar (the blush is obvious still) and she even does that when she’s not wearing her hoodie
  • Momo keeps calling Kido Danchou and only uses Tsubomi when she wants her to do something for her
  • Kido has some photobooks and calendars of Momo and tried to keep them secret for a long time. The moment Momo found out, she giggled, signed everything and then went “Why have them, when you can have the real thing?” (Imagine her saying that before they were an actual couple)
  • Momo giving Kido lessons how to dance, and / or play an instrument
  • Momo loves to brush and braid Kido’s hair; she also keeps saying that she’d like to have long hair like Kido does, and Kido keeps replying that she loves Momo’s current haircut a lot on her (Besides she is somewhat ashamed that she only has long hair, because she wants to look like Ayano)
  • Kido and Shintaro bond over the urge to protect Momo at all costs
  • Sometimes Momo buys Kido clothes, and they are very.. unique in their own way, however Kido wears them anyway (though not always in front of everyone)
  • When Momo has been gone for a while and is about to come back, Kido nervously cleans everything and everywhere even if it’s already tidy, because she is nervous and excited to have Momo back
  • The way they interact with each other actually does not change all that much after they became a couple / everyone knew about them, in fact they are just more intimate when they are alone with
  • They hardly kiss in public, not because it is embarrassing, they just want these moments for them and them only
  • One time Kido goes to visit Momo at work and it took them two hours to realize she was there

Okay, that’s it for now

Prompt Fill - h/c 00Q "Aftermath"

Maltypass requested: “00Q of course; Bond gets back from a mission furious at the techs in charge for fucking up and goes to complain/rage at Q who is somewhat lacking in his usual comebacks before realising something’s up with Q that was bad enough to keep him from running the mission.


Up to you whether the something in question is physical or emotional and whether it’s established relationship or the beginning.”


Note: Definitely OOC for both Bond and Q. I tried to do something new instead of of my usual idea of “something is wrong with Q so he must be sick or hurt or kidnapped, etc” but came up blank. Fortunately this is a favourite trope of mine, so no harm done xD Also, author liberties taken because hell if I know if there really is a helipad on the top of the HSBC building. Doubtful, but for this story, there is one. Use your imaginations :3


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