Louis never wanted a soulmate, didn’t really care for the whole Bonding thing at all, really. Enter Harry Styles, who’s wanted to be Bonded for as long as he could remember. With one fateful meeting in an X Factor bathroom, Louis gets a dagger on his arm and the realization that just because Harry is his soulmate doesn’t mean it’s mutual. From the X Factor house to Madison Square Garden, from the Fountain Studios stage to stadiums across the world, Louis has to learn to love without losing himself completely, because someday his best friend will Bond to someone and replace Louis as the center of his universe. Meanwhile, Harry begins to think that maybe fate doesn’t actually know what it’s doing after all, because his other half has clearly been right in front of him the whole time. All he has to do now is convince Louis to give them a chance. OR the canon compliant Harry and Louis love story from the very beginning, where the only difference is that the love between them is literally written on their skin, and there’s only so much they can hide.
“Is Bruce in here?” Tim figured he might be— Bruce spent a lot of time in the children’s wing of Wayne Enterprises. There were a dozen or so kids in daycare most weekdays, and Bruce liked to hang out.
Tim liked to hang out too. They had nice snacks, and he’d known most of the kids since they were toddlers. And sometimes naps were mandatory.
“Conference call,” Damian told him. (For someone who claimed to hate naps, snackfood, kids, and humanity in general, Damian also spent a lot of time in the children’s wing.) “I don’t know where.”
He went back to what he was doing, which was arranging a set of pewter soldiers into a complex model of a battlefield, presumably for the benefit of the preschooler sitting next to him.
“The Battle of Issus, 333 BC.”
“Right, obviously.” Tim decided he was curious, so he settled down on the mats to watch. Damian finished his model; he pulled a marker from the art table and used it as a pointer.
“Okay. This is the Macedonian army, outnumbered but in the better tactical position, south of the Pinarus River. Their leader is Alexander the Great. And this—” He pointed to his enemy line. “—is the Achaemenid Empire. They’re about to lose.”
Damian tapped his marker on the Macedonian right. “This is the companion calvary, Alexander’s elite force, and they—” he cut off when he noticed his pupil digging in the toy bin, clearly distracted. The kid came up with a battered Transformer, which he set behind Damian’s lines.
“Elliot. Alexander did not have robots.”
“But,” said Tim, rummaging through the box himself, “did he have wizards?” He pulled a bearded magician out of the tub and held it up for Damian to see.
“You know he didn’t.”
Tim passed the wizard to Elliot. “But what if he did?”
“How would that go?”
“Abracadabra, Alexander!” Elliot yelled, gleefully smashing through Damian’s entire left flank.
“Damn it, Drake.” Damian sighed in frustration— not quite the rise Tim was hoping for, but still something. He dropped Elliot’s discarded robot back into the box.
“I don’t know what you were expecting,” Tim told him. “Elliot’s four. He’s too young for— what is this— military history?”
“He was doing fine before you showed up.” Damian started to re-erect his soldiers, but he gave it up after Elliot came in for a second pass. “Which is typical, isn’t it?”
“Thank you.” Damian crossed his arms. “Fine. I’ll bite. When is he supposed to learn this kind of thing?”
“High school? Maybe never.”
“That can’t be right.”
“Have I ever lied to you?”
“Frequently.” Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m getting a second opinion.”
Damian checked the room for potential allies. “Thomas?” he called over his shoulder, “You learned military strategy as a kid, right?”
Duke looked up from the book he was reading to a pair of kindergardeners. “Just you, man.”
“Told you.” Tim fished a bag of plastic ninja from the toy box and arranged them pointedly into a row. “How are you still surprised by this kind of thing?”
Damian glared at him. “Okay, first of all? I’m not a— hold on a second. Elliot!”
Elliot froze with a large, plastic dinosaur held aloft over the battlefield. He drew it sheepishly back to his chest. “Sorry.”
“Not in the calvary wing,” Damian told him. “You’ll scare the horses.”
“Here?” Elliot pointed to the front of the phalanx.
“Aim for his center.” Damian turned back to Tim. “Anyway. Why are you still talking to me? I thought we had an agreement about unnecessary contact.”
I actually had an anon ask if I had a favorite subject 18. My 18, will always be my love. When I first made her there was like I dunno 2 other 18s I saw. And they didn’t use the name subject 18. I love my baby girl. No other 18 will beat her in my eyes.
She’s my little genius. Who is gonna burn Aperture.
I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR ART! it just makes so happy looking at it!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This kind of ask makes ME happy which means we’re BOTH happy right now, isn’t that amazing!!!
HAVE YOU SEEN UM-MMMA HER ART. THOSE HAIKYUU MAGAZINE COVERS ARE AMAZING. I especially love BokuAka’s pose. If only it were Bokuroo *coughhintcough*
Of course I’ve seen their art! I love their linework and coloring so much tbh and their Teru and Kuroo make my heart go doki BUT even though I see where you’re coming from you can’t ask me to copy their work, anon, it’d be highly disrespectful for the original artist if I did
YAAAAAAAASSS. THE RETURN OF BOKUTO AND KUROO(’S HAIR). I live for your comics with these two idiots.
Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it!!!! <3
i’ve been scrolling through your bokuroo tag all afternoon and i am weak and producing deathbed-whale noises and your art is just beautiful and i teared up in the “love at first pun” one because it was just too beautiful and juST BL E SS AND TH A N K
Holy smokes, I’m glad you liked my stuff that much!!!!! *O* thank you so much for this ask, it made me seriously super happy!!!!!! <3<3
But bakushimanari D: ?
My Main Ship, a Good™, A+ 10/10 best thing I ever came across, instant happiness every time I happen to think about them which might or might not be every free second of my life - what about it, anon?
In Jace Herondale they say “And now I’m looking at you and you’re asking me if I still want you, as if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has” which means “I love you” in english and I think that’s beautiful