then his face when she's kissing the clone is happy for her

I did it.

Put me on the list, I’m a sinner.

Irina Katsuki-Nikiforov is starting to go grey, and Yuri has no sympathy for her even though she has made a point of pulling the little silver hairs out of her head and waving them in his face.

“I’M DYING,” she screeches, always Viktor’s daughter even though she could be a Katsudon-clone.

“We’re all dying,” Otabek says into his teacup, and squints harder at the squirrel in the tree outside the window. Otabek and that squirrel have been engaged in a battle of wills for so long that it might now be Otabek and that squirrel’s grandson. “Some of us at a faster rate than others.”

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Piece by Piece

That feel when you’re studying hyperpituitarism and suddenly get hit big time by the inspiration bug and something just spills out. Was going to be a quick text post and basically became a short fic on why Timkon is so fucking beautiful and I’m a bit emotional now. Time: 35 minutes done straight through, no edits.

Superboy fell in love with Timothy Drake piece by piece before he ever knew what love was. To him there was never really anyone else, Robin had simply been there, cared when no one else would and Conner’s entire concept of love was based solely around Tim.

It started with insecure, friendly smiles in Mount Justice, with the uncomfortable realization that he had more in common with Batman’s genius protégé than he’d initially thought. There were gentle words assuring Superboy of his humanity, of his worth and affectionate touches to the hands or shoulder. Long explanations on history or culture or personal events, lovingly explained to the new clone without a trace of superiority. Anger and frustration at Bart, Cassie, Batman, himself most of all, sometimes that anger was directed at the clone but it never hurt the way Superman did.

It continues with stupid fights, arguing over petty power struggles and places on the team. Robin nursing wounded flesh and broken bones but still taking the time to ask after the near invulnerable boy’s health. Tears and fears of death or life, after death was certain and was suddenly revoked leaving the boys stranded in a life they thought lost. But heartache made them stronger and somehow, in the middle of the collapse and implosion of Young Justice, Conner realizes that he cannot imagine life without that idiot Robin around. As friend or rival or teammate, he was always there and Superboy takes the moment to truly appreciate him.

It grows as Superboy himself does, becoming Conner Kent in addition to the Superboy. He lives on a farm and goes to school when he has to but he never forgets Robin. The slow growing love was found in exchanged texts half a continent away after Conner finally got a phone, hiding the exchanges behind the backs of their respective parents and mentors. It flourished during sunny San Francisco days spent kicking bad guy butt, his best friend at his back and was tempered by more pointless arguing, done because neither refuse to address the real problems in their lives. There are more gentle touches, innocent, well-meaning brushes of skin and gloves and clothes to convey something deeper than either understood.

It even develops as Conner kisses Cassie for the first, second, fiftieth, one hundredth time. He loves Cassie, he truly, truly does. He loves her hair and her smile and her strength and her brightness. But she is his sun, the one he wants to be with when he’s happy; he can never bring himself to tell her his troubles or thoughts or go beyond the picturesque daydream of their relationship. He smiles with Cassie and unloads on Tim, telling the human all his fears and wishes which are validated with a small, understanding smile. Cassie yells at him, why doesn’t he talk to her? He tells her he loves her but now Cassie is crying and saying it isn’t love if he only gives her a small portion of his heart. He tells her she’s wrong and then goes to talk to Tim.

Conner gets his first flush of realization on a mission, an ordinary one. There’s explosions and cursing villains and everything is loud and deafening in his ears. And then Robin is in his face, his mask all scrunched up in concern and everything fades. The whole world narrows in on Tim’s concern, his pounding heartrate, fast and fragile like a bird’s, and the gloved hand resting on Conner’s chest. The moment end and the sounds return but it sticks out in Conner’s mind as something special in a way he can’t describe. He can’t talk to Cassie. They are having troubles in their on-again, off-again relationship and he hates what that conflict has done to them. He misses being her friend. Conner settles on Bart and, completely out of character, the speedster smiles in a knowing way and runs off without a word.

It grows and grows without any further revelation until he reaches his last breath. As his life flashes before him following his battle with Superboy Prime, he is surprised by how Tim pervades every moment of his life and memories. Even during the times when the other boy wasn’t around, his words or his explanations or his stupid sense of caring hang over Conner's bitterly short life. He finds himself wishing suddenly and painfully to see Tim right then, more than Ma or Clark or Cassie. He loves them all and always will but none of them have ever been there for him like Tim was. Tim who showed him how to skateboard and sewed up his t-shirts on away missions and pushed Conner into a lake one time and cried for hours on his shoulder when his dad died.  Robin entered his life uneventfully but, piece by piece, became Conner’s everything. Out of the corner of his hazy vision, he catches a glimpse of red, yellow and green. His last act is to reach for those achingly familiar colors that are always too far away.

Conner doesn’t remember coming back to life or breathing again after centuries of stillness and death. The first thing he properly remembers in the medical ward in the 31st century is an old, old memory of Tim sitting with Conner on the roof of Ma Kent’s barn. Tim is talking about his parents, the loneliness of his childhood, the guilt of being Robin behind their backs. He asked Conner if there was anything he’d go back and change, if he could. Conner had said something stupid, of course, but at the time he couldn’t think of one thing he’d like to fix. Now lying on a bed, a long ways away from his home, he cries silently and regrets never telling Tim that everything Conner was, wanted to be, was because of Tim. He’s given the opportunity to go back to his time and takes it without a second thought.

A thousand variations of their reunion fluttered through Conner’s head as he flew to Tim’s last reported sighting. He imagined Tim breaking face, being all gross and teary and blubbery as he breaks character and hugs him. He wonders if Tim will be angry for leaving everyone behind and refuse to speak to him. He briefly contemplates sweeping the bird off his feet and planting a big wet one on him, but decides that might be for later. He isn’t expecting what he finds: Tim slightly taller and definitely more muscular in a costume that reminds him of everything wrong about Batman. Even his heart sounds different, no longer the fluttery little birds heart, so strong and brave despite his fears but the steady, resolute beat of a man willing to do anything for his beliefs. He feels like a stranger and Tim’s weak attempts to pretend things are normal feel like such a betrayal to the friendship they once had, to the person Tim used to be.

As weeks and months pass, Conner learns the events that broke and reshaped his best friend into this cold, dark person. He feels anger like he’s never known  to think of how unfairly Tim was treated in his absence. Tim, who gave more than anyone should be expected and who would light himself on fire to keep his friends warm, was let down by those he trusted. Pushed and pushed to be better despite the hurt only to be kicked to curb when Batman’s kid showed up and demanded the Robin costume. He’ll never forget the feeling when he saw Tim shirtless for the first time afterwards. His eyes darted from one new scar to another, each one bad enough to have taken Tim away for good. His fingers had reached out to the large one across Tim’s abdomen from his emergency splenectomy. Instead he turns around and goes to vomit in the nearest restroom. He asks Clark about why he, or any of the League, didn’t do anything to help. Conner hears weak excuses about Tim being strong enough to handle it. He slams the door to Clark’s apartment so hard it breaks when he storms out.

Despite the guilt, Conner still feels a sense of loss and betrayal over Tim’s transformation. He’d survived death and future only to come back and find his rock and his lifeline has been twisted beyond recognition. It’s rude and unfair but he feels it anyway. But then there’s a moment, they’re going over a case and Conner makes the obligatory stupid comment and Tim reciprocates and his mouth does this dumb thing that’s almost a smile and everything is good. Once he starts looking, he finds all sorts of Old Tim buried inside this New Tim that comes out at odds moments. There are even new habits there that are so endearingly Tim that he finds himself liking them anyway. Once upon a time, Tim had wormed his way into his clone heart and now, despite everything, he does it all over again one broken piece at a time

New Tim doesn’t smile much anymore, not counting those fakey smiles he gives on TV. Old Tim was always a little sleep deprived but New Tim takes it to an unhealthy extreme. New Tim is both stronger and scarier than ever before but it seems Conner is the only one who notices that Tim is like glass, right on the edge of shattering completely. Conner wants to help this Tim, this unhappy mix of New and Old, but he doesn’t know how. So he goes back to the start. Delicate touches, stupid jokes and stupider arguments, long, detailed explanations on his feelings of the Wendy reboot and how his History teacher is a crank. There are friendly smiles, understanding eyes and an open ear to all the burdens this new boy has to bear; offered freely just as Tim had done for him years ago. There are too many nights spent listening to Tim rant and rave about the injustices done to him; holding back his too long hair as he gets sick recalling painful memories and too many nights all of Conner’s efforts seem hopeless.

But then the smiles begin to come back, slowly but surely, those small, little Robin smiles that makes Conner’s heart leap. Friendly touches get returned, hesitantly at first but soon Tim’s hands on his back or shoulder becomes familiar. Tim lays out his troubles and listens as Conner absorbs and repeats back that those things shouldn’t have happened and by God does Tim look so relieved and vulnerable in that moment. Conner pulls his boy close, bringing his big arms around Tim’s tiny body and squeezes him as hard as he dares. The air is electric and this is the time in any normal movie the hero would say I love you and sexy shenanigans would ensue. But Tim turns to look up at him with big, watery eyes and it’s written all over his face, no words needed. Conner brings his head down until their foreheads are nearly touching. Piece by piece they fell in love, little things adding up into big things becoming something bigger than they’ll ever be able to describe. So they decide to leave all words behind and just appreciate how much bigger and better the world is to have the other in it.

Hydra’s Child (part one)

Summary: being an experiment from birth meant you didn’t have free will. The only will you had was to please those who created you - Hydra. Your only object in life was to please them and make them happy. Until one day, you were given different orders. Orders you never expected to get.

Word count: 2K

Warning: this is gonna be dark, like really dark. Things aren’t gonna be happy for awhile. Reader discretion advised

Chapter warnings: visible death, torture (not in detail, just mentions), 

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For anon…ah, returning to my love for Obi Wan. Reader is force sensitive as requested. Enjoy!

“Ms. Y/N,” a youngling asked the woman.
“Yes, Zator?” she asked kindly, bending down to his height.
“Why aren’t you a Jedi?”

The usually shy woman smiled softly at the boy. She brushed back his bangs.

“Well, Master Yoda taught you about the commitment of a Jedi, yes?”
Zator nodded, twiddling with his robes.
“Sometimes, there are people-”
“Like you?”
She chuckled. “Yes, like me. We find it hard to follow these rules. So, rather than be lured to the Dark Side, we decide it best not to become a Jedi.”
“Ms. Y/N,” another child called.

She turned to the little girl.

“I’m happy you aren’t a Jedi.”
“Oh, and why’s that, Kuna?”
Kuna jumped into the woman’s arms. “Then you wouldn’t be taking care of-of us.”
Y/N laughed before pecking the girl’s cheek. “That is true, little one. Now, come along you two. I think it’s about time for snacks.”

The two children cheered as Y/N stood upright. She smiled at the pair, failing to sense the presence of another nearby. Obi Wan was just behind the door. He had heard the whole exchange, causing him to smile softly. Y/N was such a tender, caring woman.

He decided to come back later, when his friend was not so busy.

“Need any help?”

Y/N jumped slightly, spooked by the new voice. She turned to blush at Obi Wan. He was smirking, trying not to laugh.

“I apologize. I hadn’t meant to startle you.”
A small smirk flew past her lips. “It is forgiven.”
“How were the Younglings?” he asked as he walked with her.

Y/N brought the pile of clean dishes toward their designated spots. Her eyes brightened as she replied.

“Little darlings, as always. Jingyi was entirely excited to show me what you had taught her, actually.”
“Is that so?” he mused, “She is a quick learner. I have no doubt your affection for her, and the rest, help them grow.”
Y/N turned a deeper shade of pink. “They are talented children.”
“As you are a talented caretaker,” he complimented again, “It’s tough work handling them.”

Y/N finished with the dishes before heading to the hallway. Obi Wan remained in step with her. Given the late hour, many Jedi had retired to their rooms for the night. Obi Wan stole glances at the shy woman. Her cheeks were still burning from his compliments: an attribute he had noticed early on. He had begun to enjoy causing her face to brighten in that manner.

“Would you care for a walk in the garden?” he asked.
She turned to face him with a smile. “Of course. That is, if you have the time.”
He grinned. “I always have time for you, Y/N.”

There it was again, the beautiful way her cheeks heated up. She glanced away, of course, to avoid embarrassment. He couldn’t help it. She was just so wonderful in so many ways.

His heart beat picked up as he began to realize something. He didn’t just care for her as a friend. Oh no, it was a deeper care he held for her. He swallowed as it hit him like a wall. He was in love with her.

With a quick peek around, Obi Wan grabbed her hand gently. He intertwined their fingers. Y/N watched him with stunned silence. The Jedi lifted her knuckles to his lips in a soft kiss. Her cheeks heated up once more. She kept her hold on his hand.

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Return of [Reason]- Love and Hate

(RoR- Tears and Reunions)

(Ro[R]- Healing and Uncertainty)

(so, apparently, {that one line of Adams} might mean something else then what everyone [Initially] thought. instead of it being beeped out for [Profanity] it was likely beeped out to hide it’s [True meaning]. So, this was written with this question in mind; “What if the word that was hidden was [Kill]?”)

9S watched [2B] as she slept, sitting on a chair on the opposite side of the room. Her visor was on the bedside table and her uniform was folded next to it. She was wearing a black sundress and stockings with matching gloves. 9S had talked her into wearing the outfit when she tripped into a mud puddle.

But now that 2B was asleep, 9S was having a hard time appreciating how nice she looked. He sat in a fetal position, with his chin resting on his knees and looked forlornly at her. His boots, backpack, gloves, socks, and visor had been discarded, tossed to the side of the chair as he shifted through [Recovered] memories.

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Title: Split-Seam
Pairing/Characters: Alex/Maggie, Kara
Rating: PG-13
Word Count:  3126 

Summary: Kara was off doing her heroic duty somewhere Alex couldn’t help her and that Alex was, predictably, a garbage fire of shot nerves and tequila cravings. A little domestic fluff, set between 2x10 and 2x11; Maggie looks after Alex while Kara is away on a mission, and begins to truly understand who the Danvers sisters are.


Maggie thought a lot (like, a lot) about what dating Alex might be like in the last few days before screwing up her courage and actually doing something about it.

None of the scenarios she’d lingered over – long lazy Sunday mornings and motorcycle rides through the city and late night take out and sex on the couch – had involved the possibility of waking up to Supergirl sitting on her floor unsuccessfully trying to yank her boots off, swearing in Kryptonese.

“Sorry!” She looks up at Maggie, and she looks young – really young, all of a sudden – windswept hair stuck in her face, brow furrowed, eyes bright, “didn’t mean to wake you! If I pull too hard I rip them in half so – ”

She goes back to tugging at her boots.

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The Kilt is Sexy

This really just poured out when I saw ElRoy’s imagine. I waited a few days because I wanted her consent before posting anything, and then tumblr ate the ask and grumble grumble complaints about tumblr. But, this reader speaks a lot more like I do, so that was fun. This also started as a drabble and got just a bit out of hand. Feedback is always appreciated! Like, seriously, I’ll weep for joy. xD

Fandom: Ten Inch Hero
Pairing: Priestly x Reader
Inspiration: ElRoy’s marvelous imagine. Also, you should be following her in general. She’s kind of the best. :D
Words: 1,355
Tagging: @wayward-marvel-and-more, because without her, this wouldn’t exist.

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Most, if not all, are SyaoSaku, some are family/friendship. 

(Beginnings (K+) [One-Shot].Thinking about the way they met has Syaoran worrying over the memory. Sakura finds a way to lift him out of the mood.

Butterfly Kisses  (K) (A bit AU) [One-Shot]Syaoran hates Valentine’s Day. Unless he’s bleeding heavily and stuck in a gym with Kinomoto Sakura, in which case the day doesn’t seem too bad … 

Can They Really be In Love  (T)(AU) [One-shot].The town never believed that these two were together, questioning their motives with every possible explanation. But in reality, it was truly that simple. 

Family Photos (K) [One-Shot]. Syaoran and Sakura are staying in Hong Kong for the winter holidays, and Syaoran’s sisters are determined to embarrass Syaoran one way or the other during their stay!

Gonna Have a Baby (K) [One-Shot].The most harrowing nine months of Syaoran’s life. Sakura Syaoran goopfic. 

Hanami (K) [One-shot]. It has been one week since Syaoran’s returned from Hong Kong, after completing his formalities. After being together, officially, for a year and a half, it is finally time for their first date! S&S 

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The next step

Marinette and Adrien have been married for a year now, are they ready for the next step?
Slight sin

Marinette Dupain-Cheng sat at her kitchen counter, drawing away in her sketch pad humming away quietly.

Tikki smiled “That looks amazing Marinette! The bride and bridesmaids will all look beautiful!” Tikki praised her chosen who smiled and patted her Kwami’s head.

“I hope so, considering the one getting married is my best friend and I’m head bridesmaid” Marinette giggled. Nino had proposed to Ayla about two months ago, the journalist immediately hired Marinette to design her wedding dress and bridesmaids dresses to which of course the blue haired girl said yes to.

Marinette was happy for her friend, she remembered how she felt when Adrien proposed to her, and how she felt on her actual wedding day. It was honestly the happiest day of Marinettes life.

The two agreed to hold off on children though, Marinette’s business was just starting to take off back then, after she worked as Jagged Stones personal designer for a while during college before he retired. Adrien had gone to work in physics and then went for his teaching degree, he now teaches at their old high school. The two live in a wonderful two bedroomed apartment, of course one bedroom was for the both of them and the other….the other wa currently unused, it was supposed to be where Marinette worked but she preferred to sit in the kitchen to work so she can look out the window and have inspiration.

Biting her pen as a thought came back to her, they could occupy that room, they had put it off but Marinette now thought they were ready, it would be a year next week that they have been married, maybe they should take the next step. She smiled.

“What don’t think Tikki?” Marinette turned to the small ladybug like creature. The Kwami smiled and kissed her chosens cheek.

“I think you’ve already made your decision Marinette, you haven’t taken a certain pill today I noticed” Marinette blushed at Tikki’s words, but smiled.

“Then I’m telling Adrien tonight, I’m telling him if he is, then I’m ready to have a baby”

The front door opened and Marinette shot up from the counter after falling asleep. She yawned and stretched just in time for her husband to come through.

“Hello my Lady, I missed you today” He came up behind her and kissed her cheek making her giggle.

“ You say that everyday silly kitty” she replied as she spun round on the chair to face him. He bent down just before their lips touched and whispered.

“Because everyday it’s true, I miss you more and more everyday bugaboo” he closed the gap and kissed her softly, Marinette wrapped her hands around his neck letting him pick her up and plop her on the kitchen counter, their lips never leaving each other.

“Yuck really? You two have been together 5 years and married for one of those years and you still act like the lovesick teenagers you were when you two first got together” came a voice making the two jump apart.

“And you still interrupt every chance you get! Do you really have to do that Plagg?” Adrien groaned.

“There’s a time and a place kid, the in the kitchen is not one” Plagg replied.

Marinette giggled and kissed Adrien nose “We’ll continue this later kitty, in the bedroom, where we can leave him in another room” with that she laid another kiss on his lips before jumping down and going to start dinner. Adrien groaned again but for a different reason this time.

“You’re a tease princess” he replied, he kissed her cheek and got ready to help her.

Marinette winked at him and went to start the stove.

After dinner the two sat on the couch cuddling and talking about their day. Marinette still hadn’t gotten the courage to ask him about the next step.

“So how’s Ayla’s wedding dress coming along?” Adrien asked drawing circles in his wife’s upper arm.

“Amazing! She’s going to look so beautiful! Thank god she only has three bridesmaids though it’s may and the weddings in November” she laughed leaning into his touch.

I bet all the dresses will be beautiful! And you will be a beautiful he’s maid of honour" The blonde praised.

“Oh I hope so, you see I head she best man is quite the looker” she smiled teasingly.

“Is that so? I heard that he’s going to keep a tradition? He teased back.

She moved and looked up at him "and what tradition would that be?” She asked watching as he moved closer.

“To sleep with the maid of honour” he replied kissing her, they changed potion so she was lying on her back and he was on top of her kissing. She kissed him back opening her mouth when she felt his tongue, she ran her hands through his blonde hair, smirking when she felt him purr.

He moved away from her mouth and kissed down her neck and jaw,whilst one hand traveled up her top. Her breath hitched.

“Lets move to the bedroom” Marinette said, her breath ragged and uneven, Adrien nodded against her neck and in one swift movement he stood up, bringing Marinette with him, she squeaked and wrapped her legs around his waist.

They made it to the bedroom, Adrien laid Marinette on the mattress gently, he took of his top and threw it on the floor before cloning back on top of her. Kissing her again he raised her top, she lifted her head so he can take it off.

He kissed her neck again, nearly moaning when he felt her hands trail down his abs to his jeans. She unbuttoned them and pushed them down letting him kick them off.

He moved to her lips again, kissing her passionately as she took of her own trousers and underwear morning when she felt his skin on hers.

She whined when Adrien pulled his lips away, watching him reach for the bedside drawer. She reached up and caught his arm stopping him, he looked at her questioningly.

Taking a moment to get her breath even she looked into his eyes “Lets stop using birth control” she whispered almost as if she was scared of his reaction which she was truth be told.

Adrien looked shocked “A-are you sure?” He replied, he wanted children oh so badly but was waiting for Marinette to be ready.

She nodded “Yeah, I mean, my business is going really well, we are in a good place financially, we have a spare room, there’s not really been a reason for Ladybug since Hawkmoth was defeated, I can work from home so I won’t loose business, let’s do it Adrien, let’s have a baby, if your ready then so am I” she said laying both hands on his cheeks, Adrien smiled and leaned down to kiss her.

“I love you so much, I would love
To have a child with you” Adrien replied.

“I love you too” she pulled him down for another passionate kiss, and before long they were in the throes of passion, hopefully making a little mini Adrien or Marinette.


Two months later Marinette was humming whilst making a dinner for her husband and her, she twirled and sang making Tikki laugh.

“You look really happy Marinette” Tikki commented. Giggling as she twirled with her chosen.

“Well…I was going to tell Adrien first but…."She paused as she giggled with happiness "I may have taken a test this morning and it may have come back positive…and the other three I did too”

Tikki lit up with happiness “Oh Marinette I’m so happy for you! I can’t believe your going to have a baby! I’m so happy!”

Marinette nodded and smiled wide “I know! I know but shh Adrien will be home any minute and I can’t wait to tell him!”

Just as she finished that sentence Adrien walked through the front door making his way to the kitchen.

“Well something smells good, and oh look something looks good too” he commented as he hugged his wife from behind “What’s cooking good looking” he said kissing her cheek.

She giggled as she leaned back into him “Really?” She shook her head “Well I have cooking pasta with cheese and garlic bread, oh and a baby in my stomach” She replied casually waiting for it.

“Sounds amazing my lo- wait” he stopped letting go of her, Marinette turned around to face him “Did you just-” he paused again “Say a baby? Y-your pregnant?” His voice got a little higher.

Marinette bit her lip and nodded, tears in her eyes “Yeah” she let out a laugh.

“A-Are you sure?” He asked looking hopeful, more hopeful than Marinette had ever seen him.

She went to her bag and pulled out a test “Pretty positive” she replied showing him the test"

He swept her off her feet twirling her around “I’m going to be a father! We’re going to have a baby! A little baby!” He said happily setting her down.

Marinette giggle and hugged him “Yeah we are! We’re going to be parents! I’m going to be a mum”

The two kissed and smiled, they spent the rest of the night talking excitedly about what colour the nursery would be, names, if they wanted a boy or a girl, the two Kwamis joined in as they talked about the new member of the family.

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I had a really hard day today (got harassed at school and then got yelled at) and I was wondering if you would do a request The request is (this might be long sorry) reader find out they are pregnant with Gabe's kid and then before they can tell Gabe the news he is presumed dead and so the reader goes on with their life and has the child then Gabe comes back as reaper and goes to find the reader and then funds he has a family now sorry if it was too long sorry!

((I’m so so sorry you had a hard day hon, those people that yelled at you suck. I hope that things get better!))

“Estoy em-bara-za-da”, you practiced, saying each syllable carefully before licking your lips and nodding. You were playing a short recording over and over, making sure you were saying it right and not butchering the Spanish phrase. “Estoy embara-zada…Estoy embarazada! There we go, I got it!”

You spun in a circle, smoothing your hands down your ‘bloated’ belly, giggling softly and happily. You were pregnant. If you hadn’t taken five pee tests and one blood test, you wouldn’t be sure if you actually believed that it was true but it was. You and Gabriel had talked in passing about having a family; of running away from Overwatch and Blackwatch, finding a home and starting over from scratch. New identities, plenty of money and enough human comforts that you’d never have to look back. You’d never be the ‘Jones’, with their white picket fences and ‘perfect American dream’, but you could be happy and free from all the bureaucratic bullshit that was intrinsically tied up with Overwatch and Blackwatch.

Especially now since things were looking so bad. Between the sensitive leaked information about Overwatch, deaths of prominent Overwatch agents, the reveal of the existence of Blackwatch and the witch hunt the world was on, it was time to get the hell out of dodge. Jesse had left first with Gabriel’s blessing, but his protege couldn’t convince the Blackwatch leader to leave himself. He had wiped records of your existence and moved you to Aix-les-Bains, France; explained that it was safer to be out of Switzerland for the time being, the hour commute back and forth more than worth it to keep you directly out of harm’s way.  What that harm was, he hadn’t revealed to you.

‘It’s better you don’t know, amorcita. Keeps your hands clean of this bullshit.’

Still, maybe with this news he could finally go through with those fanciful ideas of yours. You jumped as you heard you phone begin to buzz, drawing you out of your inner mind and back into the real world. Pushing a hand through your curls, your brow furrowed as you listened to your phone’s nonstop buzzing from across the room, grunting agitatedly. Crossing the room, you grabbed the device and pressed a button to illuminate the screen. Your blood froze like ice in your veins as you read the emergency notifications that were filling up your screen.

‘Explosion at Overwatch Geneva Headquarters’

‘Gigantic Explosion Rocks Overwatch HQ, Unknown Numbers Dead or Injured’

‘Unknown Numbers Hurt and Injured after Explosion Hits Geneva’

“Oh god…”

It had taken three more months until Gabriel’s status was changed from missing to dead, Reinhardt bringing you the personal effects that been found in the debris. His hat, a tungsten ring you had given him and his dog tags; all burnt but still there. Your fingers traced over the letters of his name, a soft sob leaving your lips as you pulled the objects tight against your chest. He may have left the physical plane, but Gabriel hadn’t left you alone. Your hand smoothed down your round stomach, looking up at Reinhardt with a watery smile.

“Thank you…”

“Isabella”, you warned, the bright eyed two year old looking back at you. She had managed to climb halfway up onto the the kitchen table, you rushing and scooping the adventurous little girl into your arms. She looked so much like her father, you joked that she was his little clone, only picking up traces of your features. Big brown eyes framed with thick black lashes, soft copper skin covered in tiny freckles and a head full of thick, wild black curls that framed her chubby little cheeks. “Princesita, how many times must mama ask you not to climb up on the table, hm? You’re going to end up just like those little monkey and bump your head!”

You began to tickle the little girl, spinning her in your arms and smiling at her screaming laugh, peppering warnings and kisses to her head and forehead. You had tried to keep her father’s memory alive; teaching Isabella Spanish and using the affectionate terms you could imagine Gabriel using, showing her vids and pictures of her father and his friends to prove that he was a hero that had laid down his life to protect them. Isabella knew his face, would call him daddy and talk to his framed picture in those short toddler sentences. It was hard, admittedly, to raise her all on your own but you loved your daughter and you know that Gabriel would be happy to know how you both were living.  

“Mama”, Isabella said through giggles, her own chubby little fingers stilling at trying to tickle you. She tilted her body backwards as she looked at the door frame that led to the front door, making you grunt as you took a half step forward to catch her. You shifted your daughter to your hip, the little girl grabbing onto your shirt to steady herself before pointing. “The doorbell mama!”

“Good ears mi amorcita”, you complimented, gently ruffling the child’s hair and bouncing her on your hip with each step. You were expecting a few packages for Isabella’s owl-themed birthday; a colorful owl plush, a dress, umbrella and rainboot set with the same type of owl and a new book featuring the same, sweet cartoon-y creature. The doorbell rang once more making you scoff in annoyance, Isabella yelling again to notify you that the doorbell was in fact being rang. “Thank you little one. I am coming!”

You tried to keep your voice singsong-y, a small tick of annoyance pulling at your neutral smile. Rude ass postman rushing you when they knew damn well you had a child and they didn’t have that many houses to go to in that area. Shifting Isabella on your hip, you put a sweet yet annoyed smile on your lips, undoing the locks before throwing the door open.

“Sorry for ma–”

You jumped startled, arms wrapping tightly around your daughter as you caught sight of the person on the other side of your screen door. It was a tall man that was dressed in all black; black cargo pants, a black hoodie and black boots. Something tickled in the back of your head, there was something…familiar about that silhouette.


Your eyes jumped back to your daughter, the child less scared than you were but more curious as to why you were squeezing her so tightly. Shooting a sweet smile down at her, you took a small half step back, prepared to hit the lockdown button near the door.

“I don’t know who you are but you should go”, you said, voice steely and serious, eyes darting between your daughter, the button and the stranger. “Now.”

The stranger chuckled softly, the sound low and gritty and solemn but familiar, your stomach flipping nervously. Your hands hovered over the button but you still couldn’t find it in yourself to press it just yet as the stranger began to turn, pushing the hood they had up off of their head.

“Cautious as ever mi reina”, the man said before locking eyes with you, a melancholic smile playing on those ever familiar lips. Gabriel Reyes stood in front of you, scarred and pale but alive and you froze. It felt like all the air had been knocked out of your lungs as you stared your dead lover in the face, your heart thundering in your chest.

“Gabby”, you breathed out weakly, tears immediately rolling down your cheeks. Your mind couldn’t process this. Gabriel shouldn’t be here, they hadn’t found a body but there is no way that he could be here…and alive. You hiccuped, adjusting Isabella on your hip again before wiping hardly at your face. “H-how?”

“Let me come in cariño”, Gabriel said, his hand lightly pressing against the glass of the screen. Now that he was closer, your eyes studied what you could of his facial features. His large brown eyes were now the color of fresh blood. His warm undertone was now gray, making his brown skin appear duller. There scars you had never seen before on your face, but you knew somewhere in your heart of hearts that this was the love of your life. His eyes kept darting between you and Isabella, his expression communicating unbelievable longing.  “I will explain everything, just please let me in.”

“Papa! Mama that’s papa? Mama look! That’s papa?”

“Yes baby”, you said softly, voice cracking as you tried to keep it together for your little girl. “That is your daddy…should we let him in?”


Your hands shook as you unlocked the door, your senses suddenly filled by the scent of his cologne and pomade, his arms wrapping tight around you as he pushed through the door. You unconsciously squeezed your arm tight around him, the feeling of completeness filling your body. He broke away from the hug, a real smile on his lips as he looked between you and Isabella once more before bending slightly so that he could be eye to eye with the two year old. The little girl smiled wide at him, her hand reaching out to actually touch his face, bursting into a fit of giggles when Gabriel kissed her palms.

“Hi there ángel”, he said, his voice unbelievably soft as he stood up to full height.

“That’s not my name”, the toddler corrected, brow furrowing at the ‘name’ her father had imposed on her. “My name is Isa-bella Ale-jan-dra Reyes!”

She slowed down on her own syllables to make sure she said each of them correctly before grinning wide at the man, her father. Gabe’s eyes lifted to look at you, shocked that you had given her his last name before looking back to the little girl, pure love and adoration in his eyes.

“Hey there Isabella…”

What I Never Knew I Wanted (2/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Umm so far nothing?

Bucky’s wife is pregnant, it’s everything he could have ever wanted. But being an Avenger and a new father is one hell of an act to juggle. When panic sets in he can turn to Steve and his wife, but why did it look so easy with their twins? The late nights, the days gone, something are just worth it right? But like hell will Bucky let anything come between him and his family let alone let anything harm them in any way.

A/N: There is Blue Stick Crossover in this Series, so if you haven’t read The Blue Stick highly recommend it!!

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After Death

@quicklikegaston requests: Fred Weasley x reader with prompts “Say something. Please.” And “Marry me.” Maybe after the war? (With Fred surviving and stuff)

Imagine: After the battle everyone was sullen afterwards. Especially Y/N after losing Fred. But maybe there is life after death.

Words: 1,500

Warning: Extremely sad at the beginning. Mentions of the war. Sad thoughts?

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anonymous asked:

can you please write moon forbid star from dating jenna but toms parents are supporting and encouraging toms relationship with marco

Okay sure! I love janstar! This was such a cute idea! And I just couldn’t leave it sad so I had to find a solution and give it a happy ending lol! I hope you enjoy!


“Oh look at the two of you!” Angie cried and gave Tom a hug. “You two look so sweet holding hands like that! You two are just adorable!” She jumped. Rafael clapped his hands and he took another picture of the couple. Tom blushed and he gave Marco a kiss behind the ear. Angie tugged her husband and they gushed.

“I have to go Marco, but your parents are really sweet.” Tom laughed lightly. Marco giggled and held Tom’s hand, nodding.

“Okay Tommy, sorry about this.” He laughed and his mother nudged him. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Marco waved and his boyfriend teleported away. Marco gushed and his parents laughed some more and talked together about how wonderful their son’s relationship was. Marco smiled and sat down on the couch next to Star.

“Well Tom and my parents hit it off well.” Marco beamed. Star rolled her eyes and slumped down in her seat.

“Good for you.” She mumbled. But it didn’t sound like she was too excited. Marco scooted closer and tilted his head at his friend.

“Hey Star? You okay?” He asked. Star made a little cry and she pulled her bangs over her face.

“I hate everything!” She cried. Marco helped her up. “I introduced Janna to my mom and dad… it didn’t go well.” She admitted.

“What happened?” Marco asked. Star sighed.

“They liked her! They loved her actually… but my mom told me that it was customary for me to marry a royal! Another prince or princess!” Star cried. She began to tear up and she dove in to hug Marco. “They don’t want me dating he because they don’t want me to just have to break up with her and get upset over it.” Star cried.

“Oh Star, I’m sorry.” Marco gave her a tight hug. “Is there anything I can do to make it better?” Marco asked. Star sniffled and wiped away her tears.

“I just want to be able to date! And not have to worry about that. I just want to be able for my parents to not have to care about that and go out and eat lunch with her and I don’t want my teen romances to be dictated by my future as a queen!” Star cried. Marco gave her another hug and patted her head.

“It’ll be okay.” Marco promised. Something then dawned on him and he got up. “Yeah, Star it’ll be okay!” Marco promised, and he ran upstairs on his phone.


Star laid face-down on her bed when the door swung open. Janna jumped on top of her and started laughing. She was followed by Tom and Marco, looking happy. “Star! Good news!” Janna cried. Star gently shoved Janna off and crossed her arms.

“Janna go away, I’m not supposed to hang out with you.” She muttered.

“Yeah, because I’m not royal right?” Janna asked. Star nodded and Janna laughed a bit. She lifted Star’s head up and gave the princess a kiss on the nose. “Well that is taken care of.” Janna stood up and put her hands on her hips, looking smug.

“What do you mean?” Star asked. She sat up and looked curious. Tom smiled and stepped next to janna, with Marco jumping behind him. They both seemed excited.

“Tom made Janna an honorary member of the underworld palace!” Marco exclaimed. Tom giggled and gave Marco kiss on the cheek.

“I’ve needed to recruit somebody into the royal circle.” Tom explained. “It really doesn’t mean anything at all, it’s just a numbers thing. The clarity likes to have a long list of names to show off, but none of them are even relevant. I’m pretty sue Hekapoo listed like, ninety of her clones.” Tom admitted “But whoever is listed, is considered a royal of the underworld.” Tom explained. Star shot up and gave Tom a hug.

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!!!!” Star cried. She then ran to Janna and picked her up. She swung the girl back and forth and cheered. “Janna banana! We can be together again!” She exclaimed. Janna laughed joyously and she gave Star a kiss. “I need to tell me mom!” Star cried, running to her mirror.

When Moon answered and Star told her the news, the queen was actually happy. “Oh what wonderful news! You know I did like Janna, and even if she’s not a princess an honorary royal is just perfect for public image, which was the main concern.” Moon admitted. She then smiled. “But the most important thing is Star, that you’re happy, and you find somebody that makes you feel such.” Moon told her.

“Thanks mom.” Star smiled.

“Oh, Star, you know I wouldn’t have let a law dictate your love-life, right?” Moon asked. Star looked up. “If somebody makes you happy, really happy, I would have happily fought for them. I just didn’t know you’d find yours so soon.” Moon admitted. “Even if she ends up not being a royal for whatever reason, you have my blessing.” The queen smiled and Star did as well, holding her wand tight to her chest.

“Thanks mom, I love you!” Star grinned. Moon laughed and reached to hang up the phone.

“I love you too dear, now enough talking to me, go spend time with your becoming girlfriend.” Moon smiled and hung up. Star jumped and turned around, running to go leap into Janna’s arms. Star laughed and the two spun around, laughing and kissing.

Marco smiled and went behind Tom, giving him a hug. “You did a really nice thing for Star and Janna.” Marco told him. Tom shrugged.

“It was nothing really, actually the castle’s been bugging me to put another name on the list. Apparently a prince needs his little clique… it’s all so dumb.” Tom mumbled. Marco laughed a bit and gave Tom another kiss.

“You’re still a sweetheart.” Marco assured, covering him in kisses. “A sweetheart, love-bug, perfect little cutie!”

New Love (part 3)

Summary: It’s been 4 years since the love of Bucky’s life died a horrible death in the hands of Hydra. He has slowly moved on, forming a new relationship with Natasha and his heart has started to heal. The Avengers are dispatched on a mission only to discover that Y/N was never truly dead. Y/N returns into Bucky’s life but she is no longer the same woman he fell in love with. Bucky is forced to make choices between the woman that he loved and the woman he is falling in love with.

Words: 1409

Author’s notes: You Guys! This chapter is going to start some shit! So many questions about the reader. She’s a badass queen! I’m writing her character based on the queen herself. Denearys Targaryen.



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It had been hours since Y/N was dragged into an interrogation room and grilled about her where abouts for the last 4 years by Natasha and other SHILED agents. Due to his protesting and angry cries, Bucky was handcuffed and placed into a jail cell to prevent him from breaking down anymore doors. Everyone wanted to know about Y/N and Xandar, they also wanted to know who emerged from that portal, because from the looks of it, she’s not the Y/N they used to know.

“Let me get this straight. A man named Mr. Hyde found you when you came through the portal and enslaved you. Then you got away and went on the run. Now you kill people and steal. You’re a murderer and a thief.” Natasha said to YN with her arms crossed. She was convinced that the person in front of her was not Y/N, but another version or a clone.

“I did what I had to do to survive.” Y/N replied nonchalantly. She was beyond tried and the blood stains on her clothes felt sticky.

“How did you learn how to defend yourself. You certainly didn’t know how when you lived here on earth.” Although Natasha’s words were meant to hurt her, Y/N was unaffected, she couldn’t care less what people thought of her, not anymore, all she wanted to do was sleep and see Bucky.

“Where is Bucky? I need to see him.”

“Bucky isn’t coming anywhere near you. Not until you’ve been cleared.”

“I won’t hurt him. I could never.”

“I can’t say the same for him. He hates you.” Natasha spat as she stood up and left the room, slamming the door on her way out.

Natasha wasn’t sure why she said those words to Y/N. She wasn’t a jealous person and she knew that she could get any man she wanted. But there was something about Bucky, perhaps it was their similarities or their murder tendencies that made her want to fight for him. The look on Bucky’s face when she saw Y/N emerge from the monolith and the way Y/N looked straight at him with pure joy made her angry. Bucky was hers longer than he was Y/N’s, and for that, she believed she deserved him more.

Hours passed before Natasha dared to visit Bucky in his containment room, she knew that he was angry and she knew how betrayed he felt. Bucky sat on the chair, shoulder slumped and his face buried in his hands. His pathetic state made Natasha want to go up to him and comfort him, but she remained stoic because she refused to let him see her jealousy. As she approached, Bucky looked up and almost growled at Natasha.

“What the hell have you done to her Nat? Where is she?” He was beyond livid and his voice was nothing but pure anger and hatred.

“She’s safe. She’s been cleared and she’s sleeping.” Natasha approached Bucky from the shadows. She noticed that his stance remained tense, as if he didn’t care what she had to say. Y/N was all that mattered to him. What about me? I was there when you had nightmares about Y/N. I was there when you were depressed and I brought you back into the light. I have done more things for you than she ever has, Natasha thought as she stared at the face of the man she loved. A realization crossed her mind, Bucky needed Natasha because Y/N wasn’t there and now that she’s back, he no longer needed her. I don’t think he’s ever loved me, I was just a surrogate. It was a little too late however, because Natasha felt the way she felt and no matter what happened, she would always fight for Bucky.

“Why did you have to do this to her? She needs me Nat! I need to see her.” The desperation in his voice broke down Natasha’s walls and with a heavy sigh, she opened his cell door.

Bucky couldn’t get to Y/N fast enough. He raced down the halls of the SHIELD base, pushing people out of the way and cursing his feet for going too slow. He nearly broke down the door of Y/N’s room because he forgot to twist the doorknob. As soon as he entered her room, he called out her name.

“Bucky?” He heard the faintest voice come from a large bed. Bucky spun around and saw Y/N sitting up, staring at him with wide eyes. He nearly threw her off the bed as he jumped on it and grabbed her. He didn’t know what came over him, but he started to cry. He held Y/N on his chest as he cried on her shoulder, she stroked his hair gently, whispering to him that everything was going to be alright.

“I thought…. I thought you were dead.” Bucky said as he held her small face between his large hands and stared in her eyes.

“I thought I was too. Multiple times.” Y/N whispered.

“I’m sorry.”

“What on earth are you sorry for?”

“For giving up on you. I knew you weren’t the one on that jet. But I gave up and I lost you for 4 years.”

“You have done nothing wrong and don’t you ever apologize for moving on. All I ever wanted was for you to be happy. Even if it means it’s without me.”

“But it is with you. It has always been with you.”

“Bucky. I cannot be with you. Not anymore.”


“Because I’m afraid that I have become someone you can no longer love. I have done things, terrible things. You fell in love with an innocent girl, a healer. I am no longer her.”

“I doesn’t matter what you’ve done. You forgave me and loved me for who I was, as Bucky and the winter soldier. You could burn down the world or kill everyone I love, I would still forgive you and love you.” Bucky pressed his forehead against Y/N’s forehead and she kissed it gently, like how she used to. The two soulmates were too engrossed in their own love and happiness that they didn’t hear the clicking of heels walking away from outside their door.

A few days passed and Y/N remained in her room, sleeping. It was clear by now that Bucky and Natasha’s relationship was over, as expected, and Bucky spent most of his days sleeping in Y/N’s room. Whatever Y/N went through, she wasn’t prepared to tell Bucky yet, but he was a patient man and he was willing to wait until she was ready. It pained him when most of the Avengers and SHIELD agents were called to a dangerous mission because it meant that he had to leave Y/N on her own. But she was in a secure base, she was safe, or so Bucky thought.

Y/N woke up to the sound of loud alarms and people running through the halls. She got out of bed to check what was happening but as she went to open the door, it was stuck. She banged on the door and yelled but no one came and soon enough, she knew what was happening. A fire had started from somewhere in the compound and it had made its way under her door, she was locked inside her room with no way out. The fire had engulfed more than half the room and the flames started to suffocate her.

The Avengers were a little too late when they arrived back to the compound. The fire had destroyed the entire compound and SHIELD agents were gathered around, watching the flames. Bucky pushed his way through the crowd, yelling Y/N’s name. He couldn’t find her anywhere. Agent Fitz went up to Bucky with a look of defeat on his eyes.

“I’m sorry agent Barnes, we can’t find Y/N. Her room was closest to where the fire started, so we couldn’t evacuate her room in time.” Bucky’s heart stopped, his knees became weak and he fell to the ground. I just got her back.

“Who did this?” Agent Coulson asked.

“We don’t know sir. But, the last person I saw heading towards Y/N’s room was agent Romanoff.” Just as Fitz’s words left his lips a large bang came from the fire. The silhouette of a figure slowly came into view. Y/N stood in the burning flames, completely naked as she looked over at the people staring at her in awe.

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Do you guys think that it was Natasha who started the fire? What do you think is the cause of the reader being immune to fire?


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anonymous asked:

Goodness gracious, I'm not the anon who requested the first one but could you write a follow up drabble for that Deja Vu story with Reaper please? That destroyed me but I cant get enough of the angstttt. :')

Presque vu (noun, from French, meaning “almost seen”) is the intense feeling of being on the very brink of a powerful epiphany, insight, or revelation, without actually achieving the revelation. The feeling is often therefore associated with a frustrating, tantalizing sense of incompleteness or near-completeness.

“Who was that”, you asked, voice thick and heavy with confusion, bewilderment. Your evac from the Talon base had been swift, the information you had acquired only half what it should have been. But you couldn’t find it in you to focus on the failure of the mission. All your mind could seem to recall is that voice. Why did you know that voice? Why did that name sound so familiar?

“He iz nothing but a criminal”, Angela answered, trying to keep her tone steady, normal. But you could hear the underlying layer of agitation, the attempts to try and keep her clipped tone under control. There was a miniscule tick in her left eye, a tell that she wasn’t quite able to clamp down all the way on. She…was lying.

You had never questioned the woman, trusted her wholeheartedly and believed in her goodness and honesty. She had saved you, hadn’t she? Why would she lie to you? What purpose would that serve you. And why did you know what to look for? Your mind was quickly going through tells; signs someone was being disingenuous, a skill that Angela had not taught you.

Act natural.Make her believe that you believe her.

Your mind ordered and you listened, forcing the tension out of your shoulders, your brow relaxing as you nodded your head and actually smiled at her. You gently took Angela’s hands in your own, sighing softly in ‘relief’.

“Thank you Ang”, you said, tilting your head to the side in a sweet gesture. “He really really shook me up. I don’t know what I’d do without you here.”

You watched Angela’s face go soft as she squeezed your hands back and smiled, tension relaxing in her shoulders. She wasn’t worried anymore, pulling you into a tight hug and rubbing your back warmly. You kept your body relaxed, your arms squeezing her back a little harder than normal. Showing her your ‘true’ appreciation.

“Of course”, she said as she pulled away, looking you over with a smile. “I am happy to help. Why don’t you go back to your room and get some rest?”

You nodded your head with a smile and turned towards your room, your steps calm and collected until you entered your room. Your hand drifted to your head, running your fingers to your hair as you tried to calm yourself down. You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you sank down onto your bed, brows furrowed as you tried to figure out just what the hell all of that was. Fighting being familiar had been explained, it was muscle memory from before you lost your memory. But reading microexpressions, manipulating someone emotionally, that was new. But at the same time it wasn’t…Just like that man…

‘Te amo.’

‘Te Quiero Besar’

‘Mi reina’

‘Tu me vuelves loca!’



That deep, husky voice played in your mind like clockwork, making your chest ache painfully for reasons you didn’t understand. Your head didn’t punish you now when they thought back to those words but you had absolutely no idea what to do with those memories. There was still no face to put to that image other than the tall, monster of a man. The man who took the image of the barn owl, of Santa Muerte, of new beginnings and protection from evil. Your brow furrowed even tighter. How did you know all this?

You set a candle down at an altar, it was small and personal but yours. Santa Muerte shrouded, a skeleton face with long robes sat at the center. An apple. Coffee and caramel candies. A barn owl. The sickly sweet scent of tequila. A thick stack of bills. A single shotgun shell.

‘Protect him on his passage…’

Your shoulders jumped in surprise as tears that you hadn’t even known were there fell down your cheeks. Your fingers shook as they lifted, pushing them away only for more tears to replace them. A sob bubbled up from your chest, aching and painful but…relieved? Your arms wrapped tight around you as you tried to calm yourself down, your mind racing but always returning to one line of thought.

You knew the Reaper and he knew you. And you were going to find out how.

Reaper’s fingers flew across the keyboard, search after search coming to a dead end on Talon’s mainframe. His agitation was visible, plumes of smoke rolling off of his body as he slammed his hand down on the holo-keyboard only to have it dissipate.

You had died in Lagos last year. They had found a body. There was a fucking funeral. He had made sure your grave was always covered in flowers. He had listened to you prattle on and on about the language of flowers, watched you make floral arrangements just as easily as you could disassemble a gun or break through someone’s security. His place used to smell like a florist and he would complain with a smile only for you to stick a tiny blue forget-me-not into his curls. ‘True love’ you had told him it meant with a kiss, pressing your body into his and smiling up at him. You were his light in the hell that Blackwatch had thrown you into and that light had been snuffed out…until it wasn’t.

Gabriel growled; deep, low and monstrous sounding anger rippling through him. The death certificate had been signed by none other than Overwatch’s resident mad doctor, Angela Ziegler. The one who turned a boy into a cyborg monstrosity and then manipulated him into fighting until it thoroughly broke his spirit. The one who had played god and turned Gabriel Reyes into Reaper, and left him to fucking die when it seemed his body would not hold together. He was seething. He had mourned you, prayed to Santa Muerte for your journey and had reached out to you on Dia de los Muertos. And all this time, this witch had you.

And she had done something to you. Gabriel couldn’t erase the scared look that had been in your big brown eyes, couldn’t unsee you going completely blank when he said your name. Realization sparkled as you came to before something slammed down on those memories, pain flashing across your beautiful face before you became frantic to get away from him. His humanity had been stripped away in pieces when he had been brought back; the need to consume souls, the aching cool emptiness that would fill his core satiated by death and vengeance, the need to violently correct what had caused the fall of Overwatch and Blackwatch. But seeing you had set a fire off inside of him, reawakening a loving need that he didn’t know he still had. His mind tried to convince him that it was a trick, that this was a clone or an AI or something other than the dead woman that had been buried. But he knew that wasn’t true, he could see your soul, could see that this was his woman. He was more smoke than person as he seethed, moving away from the computer and beginning to formulate a plan in his mind.

“Voy a matar a esa bruja”

anonymous asked:

I LOVE THE OBITINE CHILD SO MUCH! Forgive my abundance of enthusiasm, your art is the first obitine child thing I've seen. Please give us all the headcanons!

Aw, enthusiastic anon, I’m sorry it took me so long to respond. I had it all typed up and then lost it, and I’m just now getting around to pulling things together again.

There are lots of different headcanons about this, and I trust you’ll be able to find them. But, well, since you asked about mine:

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James and Lily live...

Snapshots of the Potter Family if James and Lily hadn’t died:

  • The Potter house is huge and warm, with red brick walls and giant windows. Sunlight streams through the open curtains, and tiny specks of dust hang suspended in the warm glow of the beams.
  • The color of the walls are a slightly different shade in every room, ranging from burgundy, to gold, to chestnut, to white, and to scarlet (and just about every color in between).
  • The coloring, of course, is a result of Lily’s multiple attempts to paint the house, but getting sidetracked partway through each time.
  • The floors are hardwood (with some tiling in the bathrooms) but they’re covered in a mismatched assortment of rugs.
  • Some are large and shaggy, other are small with pretty designs, and there’s a horrid olive-green one under the couch that no one really knows where it came from.
  • James thinks the rugs are charming, that they “bring character to the house.” Lily says that she hates them (but, in truth, she has a soft spot for the hazardous appearance of their house).
  • Their house is full of family pictures, and they also have a strange painting of a daffodil yellow clad wizard fighting a dragon (the wizard is awfully loud with a high-pitched voice, but the dragon is sweet and bashful).
  • Of course, there’s cat fur over everything (furniture, clothes, everything).
  • A patchwork pile of pillows covers every piece of furniture, and blankets can be found in every inch of the house (they’re warm and woolly, a mix of nice plaid ones and some chunky, misshapen ones that Lily knitted)
  • Outside, there’s a small garden, and it’s just as much of a palette of random colors as everything else they own. There’s a big yard and giant trees that Lily like to sit beneath and watch the leaves fall.
  • The yard and house alike are strewn with Harry’s toys.
  • Lily is constantly tripping over them, and James is constantly caught playing with them when he’s supposed to clean up.
  • Harry, of course, is a bubbly bundle of joy who never stops smiling. He wears hand-me-down glasses from James, and both of them have the crazy messy hair (sometimes, Lily thinks that Harry is her Husband’s clone)
  • And their life is full of joy and little happy things:
  • Lily and James take Harry to the pond to feed ducks. The sky is kind of cloudy, but it’s warm enough that they only need light jackets. Harry claps when he sees the birds, a smile breaking across his cheeks as ducklings follow their mother. Lily shows him how to toss them bread, and he copies her, laughing as he does so. James steals some of the bread because he’s hungry, and the duck-feeding adventure quickly turns into Lily throwing bread at him while he apologizes, and Harry almost wandering into the pond to catch a duck.
  • James teaches Harry quidditch at a young age, and Lily often catches the two of them wasting the entire day in the yard tossing the balls around and red-faced from exhaustion. Harry is a natural (just as James always hoped he would be), but unlike his father, he excels at being a seeker. James tries his best to convert his son to being a chaser, but fails miserably (aka, Harry accidentally throws the quaffle too hard and breaks his father’s nose).
  • Their family dinners are always loud and happy. The dinner is usually sort of burnt b/c Lily made it and she can’t cook at all (James tells her to use magic, but she refuses). They do more talking than eating. James and Lily are smiling and laughing, and Harry rambles on about something he read/saw/did that day. Sometimes, their cat jumps on the table (cue ensuing chaos). Other times, Sirius or Remus join them (when either visits, they help cook, and the food is drastically better). Then, the dinners turn louder and fill with more laughter, interspersed with stories of Hogwarts and mischief. The table is always a mess and the kitchen is always worse, but everyone is smiling too hard to care.
  • As mentioned above, the Potters own a cat. He’s a big fluffy thing with thick gray fur and a mushy face. James named him Elvendork despite Lily’s pleas for something different, but the name fits the cat perfectly. He’s big and fluffy and grouchy, and he’s a terrible menace: always jumping on the table, knocking things over, or sleeping on people’s heads (the Potters, of course, couldn’t love him more).
  • Harry’s first day of Hogwarts begins with chaos. They forget Harry’s owl the first time out of the house, and then have to return a second time because Lily realized that he was missing his glasses too. Their time at the station is sweet and short (if not a bit chaotic). It’s full of goodbyes, and checklists, and hair ruffling (”Dad! Stop it!”), and promises of mischief (”James, don’t encourage him!”), and the promise to write every day. Then, he’s off on the train and Lily and James are both waving and kissing (and Harry is hiding his face in embarrassment).
    • Also, even though he doesn’t have the scar, he still becomes friends with Ron and Hermione. Though they meet more through a: “Can I sit here?” “Yeah sure, cool rat by the way.” “It’s a hand-me-down.” “My cat can eat it if you want.” “What?!?” “Joking. Harry Potter.” “Ron Weasley.” (and then, of course, Hermione comes in asking about toads, and later in the school year they become friends by consoling her after she’s bullied, instead of the troll thing). And they’re friends through laughter, and standing up for each other, and quidditch, and stuff like that.
  • The Weasleys and the Potters quickly start to have holidays and dinners together. Which, ofc, only strengthens Harry and Ron’s friendship.
  • And James comes to every one of Harry’s quidditch games (lets pretend parents come to watch them) (and he gets a little too enthusiastic, but Lily’s too busy being split between cheering and laughing at his gold and red face to care).
  • Also: Christmases filled with warm smells and too much wrapping paper. And there are so many people and a ton of burnt cookies, and eggnog and laughter. There are snowball fights at midnight (always including the Potters, and often bringing in Sirius, Remus, some Weasleys, and Hermione). And the day is loud and exciting, but it always ends with Harry huddled up beneath a blanket, asleep with his glasses crooked and his hair everywhere. And James and Lily slow-dancing in front of the fire (usually to non-slow-dance songs) both of them with their eyes closed, and heads on each other’s shoulders.
  • And then there are the letters for Harry’s random detentions (for which James cheers and Lily scolds, but smiles fondly). There are trips to Diagon Alley where nothing but wandering is achieved, and Lily taking Harry to experience the muggle world.
  • There are impromptu family quidditch matches, where Harry and James are super competitive, and Lily can barely fly straight. Rules are abandoned and bludgers break windows, but no one cares b/c they’re happy.
  • And then there’s Ginny and Harry’s love for her. James’ teasing and Lily slapping him because, “you pined over a girl too, you know.” There’s her loud laugh and gleeful voice, her competitive personality, the confident way she talks, and how proud, and strong of a woman she is. James and Lily love her and treat her like a daughter. And they try their best to make things as awkward between the two as possible: James teases them, and Lily always tries to show Ginny baby pictures, they do embarrassing parent things when she’s over at dinner, and James tries to scare her away with his skill at quidditch.
    • Ginny, of course, is just as good at quidditch (if not better), and as soon as he finds out that she’s a chaser James instantly loves her. (And she holds great, engaging conversations with him. IE: the mischievous part of her and the same part of his converging together).
  • And their life is full of walks in autumn: James and Lily holding hands as they watch Harry kick up leaves. Nights of stargazing where Lily falls asleep and James spends the entire night breathlessly naming constellations. Inside family jokes and traditions. Mismatched socks everywhere in the house and James taking April Fool’s to the extreme. Burnt food, and quidditch, and red and gold. Impromptu hexes and bertie botts beans. Lily and Harry making James a lopsided birthday cake (and him loving it anyway). Cat fur sweaters, and laughter, and spring cleaning (which turns into forts and pillow fights).
  • And their family is quirky, and colorful, and loud. It’s sweet, and cozy, and happy. They’re together, they’re alive.
  • And all is well.