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aus-for-shitsandgiggles · 7 months

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Harry would have been a Daddy’s boy this. Harry would have been a Mommy’s boy this.

No. He would have 100% been Regulus’ boy. Harry would be obsessed with being like his papa. Especially since he would be the only one of this parents that wasn’t biologically related to him.

Like picture little Harry following him around while he gets his ingredients ready and Reg letting him help brew basic safe potions.

Harry try to tame his hair to look more like Reg and treating his word like its law.

Sirius: *yells/vague insults a house elf*

Harry: Papa said they don’t like being yelled at either

Sirius: well your Papa is a smelly loser

Harry: NO YOU TAKE THAT BACK TAKE IT BACK TAKE IT BACK

Sirius: SORRY, sorry you are James boy alright no else like Reg that much

Lily: i don’t know i think i like him well enough *rubs her pregnant belly* i mean i am carrying his baby

James: Well he tried get me pregnant but it wouldn’t take *rubs his own belly*

Sirius: all of you disgust me *leans into Remus*

#baby harry potter #jegulily #james potter #lily evans #regulus black #sirius black #remus lupin #regulus is harrys parent #no war au #no voldemort au

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becasart · 2 years

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A quick drawing of these two 💕

#no war au #zutara #atla au #my friggin art

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celestialseawitch-ff · 4 months

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Forever After

🌟 New Story! 🌟

Title: Forever After Author: Celestialseawitch Rating: E (this is VERY E) Chapters: 1/8 Characters: Hermione Granger/Harry Potter, James Potter/Lily Potter, Remus Lupin/Rosmerta, Sirius Black, Neville Longbottom Summary: Hermione Granger's life was not what she had expected it to be. She was a single mother living in a small flat in Hogsmeade. She left her incredible job in the Department of Mysteries so she could take care of her son. Her life was not easy -- the father of her baby and ex-partner didn't make her life any easier -- but it was her life and she was making the most of it. That life was about to be turned on its head again and it all seemed to be centering around Harry Potter.

Links: Ao3 | Blog

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agentsquirrelsgotrobots · 6 months

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Beachcomber startled as someone started to knock on the door, just to start pounding on it as he took his time reluctantly getting off the couch.

He opened the door to find whoever was there gone, a plastic box emitting a faint hum covered with a towel sitting on his door stoop. Beachcomber sighed and brought the box inside.

Swindle must have lied again, passing off a pregnant or disabled human as a special breed again.

Beachcomber wasn't shocked to find a human and its offspring in the box, the little mech, barely past the toddler stage, running up to an offered finger using his arms, his bowed, too small feet just barely skimming the ground, the toes on one twisted and fused. Beachcomber smiled, admiring how happy-go-lucky this one was. There was no harm in letting him run around. His mother was minding him well enough.

He hooked up a little extra oxygen and refilled their water, and added a vitamin additive to their food. He sent a comm to the vet specialist he often worked with, he himself having taken and aced a general veterinarian course on humans, but that was good for setting bones, delivering babies, and routine checkups, not prosthesis fittings or possibly amputations if the boy's feet didn't respond to treatment.

"Someone needs to start regulating beyond just euthanasia and vaccines. This is the fourth surrender I have had this decacycle." He muttered, carefully bringing the carrying case to his makeshift human room, setting it into the much bigger quarantine tank and opening the case door to let the humans explore on their own.

If they didn't get sick, Beachcomber had a few other rescues he knew wouldn't mind sharing a tank, given their own hutch and feeding spaces, of course. He always ended up correcting new owners about how dangerous it was to feed all their humans from one food or water source, along with stressing the importance of putting a hide around waste and bathing areas, and that they even needed them in the first place. Most of the mechs who Beachcomber saw were open to change anyway, willing to pay that small fee for a private health exam instead of just the required vaccination clinics. But, he still felt the need to publish resources, findings, and guidelines online, especially considering that most of the importers of humans are still shady and unregulated smugglers, and those that are well trusted pet traders are still working with lawmakers for the proper permits.

Reputable breeders haven't been very successful yet, as humans mate for life, or at least, are heavily monogamous. Most of the pregnant humans he had entrusted in his care were accidents, and their owners wanted them returned once they delivered their offspring.

But, their were a few mechs who panicked or couldn't afford a second human to feed.

Anyway, after he fed Cali, his latest pregnant boarder, he would film a segment for his human care series and wait for any walk-ins.

He walked upstairs and into his room and retrieved his first human, an older male named James. He had been offered James by a local landlord, as a previous tenant had left him behind, and upkeep was too expensive for her tastes.

James was sweet and enjoyed filming, showing off to the camera, and generally being easy to handle.

"We are filming a training segment today, James. Be good, and I will let you introduce yourself to the new arrivals."

James nodded, and Beachcomber smiled. He doubted he understood full sentences, but Beachcomber knew that he understood "arrival, " "filming," and "training," from repetition. He walked into the exam room, his two story apartment separated into a downstairs storefront and sitting room and upstairs living quarters. He set up the camera and turned it on, smiling and welcoming his viewers to his care series, showing the camera his degree and certifications and telling them the name of his clinic before moving on to the command he had taught James earlier that week.

"This one is good for vet visits and general care. James, come." James walked over to Beachcomber's hand, letting him ruffle his hair before taking a treat, tucking it into his pocket. "The benefits of this command are abundant, as it allows for easy removal in emergencies and at vet appointments. Practice while your human is alert and fed at least once that cycle to reduce stress. Reward for any small progress, as the goal for this command is for your human to be willing to leave food, toys, or social interaction for your hand. As a substitute, you can also combine this command with a tap on the side of your human's tank for easy administration of medicine. They tend to respond to a tap on the glass better, as they feel it when asleep and using the private bathing and sitting waste areas that should be standard in all human tank setups."

James pawed at Beachcomber's fingers, and Beachcomber chuckled and scratched his head again. "That's all for today, folks. I've taken in a few rescues, so uploads may be sparce in the coming weeks. Feel free to leave questions in the comment section and subscribe for more instructional videos and tips, and remember to properly vaccinate your humans! I will keep you updated on more low and free human clinics that pop up on my radar."

Beachcomber turned off the camera and brought James downstairs to hang out with Jane, a human with vitiligo that was left on a subscriber's doorstep. She had some expensive dietary needs, so the subscriber brought her to him instead of the rescues that had started to pop up.

The specialist had gotten back to him, willing to see the two humans he had brought in on short notice.

Beachcomber put on some gloves and carefully moved the two humans back into the carrying case. He checked on the rest of his rescues, then closed the clinic for the afternoon and brought him to his specialist, Caremark. She was a no-nonsense femme, and she didn't mess around with chasing the two humans around, connecting a canister of laughing gas to the case and waiting for the two to get sleepy. She confirmed their sex before moving the mech to her scanner to examine his feet, showing Beachcomber that his bad foot had badly fused toes and foot bones, the nerves and muscles pinched and twisted. She casted and splinted the mech's feet for now, wanting to try a nonsurgical route before committing to amputation or surgery to correct the bones. She sent him on his way with some pain medication, the mech's mother being perfectly healthy.

He walked back to his apartment and reopened the clinic for walk-ins as he kept an eye on the groggy humans.

No one but his one scheduled appointment showed up, so after closing, he brought his one adoptable human, Haley, to the nearby Rescue Bots Academy to get a little bit of socialization with the professors' families of humans. She was lukewarm with their redheaded male, and Heatwave hoped having a mate would make him mellow out a bit.

They already had two family units, a single father and his offspring that Boulder had successfully gotten to accept an older female and, surprisingly, managed to have a single offspring with, and the massive, five human family unit of a male, his three adult offspring, and an adolescent, all living in relative peace. This was the group that Heatwave was trying to split up, as they had a truly massive tank, and the academy directors were getting annoyed with how often recruits would hang out in Heatwave's office and classroom after class to watch them and ask questions.

But, all attempts to get the adults interested in settling into new groups failed, as even though they were happy with being on their own with one of the professors, they were just not a fan of sharing a space with any other humans but their whole group. But, the director's word was law, even if Beachcomber thought the whole thing was stupid.

As predicted, the redhead pissed Haley off, and Beachcomber had to remove her. This time, they caught it on video, so maybe this time, Heatwave could convince his boss to leave well enough alone.

#maccadam #human pets #transformers beachcomber #no war au #transformers rescue bots

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stardust948 · 20 days

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Gross parents being gross

#atla #atla au #urzai #ozai #ursa #no war au #wholesome fire family #sketch #star's art

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namelessuchiha · 2 years

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unrequited [ uchiha obito x reader ]

un·re·quit·ed

/ˌənrəˈkwīdəd/

adjective

(of a feeling, especially love) not returned or rewarded.

Part 001

word count: 835

18+ contains eventual mature themes including mentions of abuse (not by main characters) and sexually explicit scenes.

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It felt as if your mind was somewhere else.

Completely dissociated from your body as you sat in the sticky bar stool. The bars music was blasting and it's patrons were sparse. It was an uneventful Tuesday night after all. Your eyes followed as the condensation dropped down the sides of your recently chugged glass. It seemed your mind only came to one coherent thought tonight; 'how did i end up here'.

You were snapped out of your daze when brown hair and bright brown eyes appeared in front of your line of sight. A light blush dusted her cheeks, thanks to her previous drinks of the night. She smiled and held out another shot for you to take. You thanked her quietly and quickly downed the burning liquid. She sat beside you in her stool and threw her drink back as well. She turned to you making a face, causing the corners of your lips to tilt upwards.

Rin Nohara. Your childhood best friend and now one of your only friends in adulthood.

"How did we end up here Rin?" You sighed, leaning your chin onto your elbow.

Rin tsk'ed and threw her arm over your shoulder. "I don't know, maybe we angered some god who put a curse on us and our love lives."

You leaned onto her shoulder. "Maybe we should just go get a hotel room for the night and share pity over a tub of ice cream."

"Sounds like a deal to me! Let me go close our tab." She got up from her chair and skipped away to the bar counter. Even after the day you two just had, she still managed to put a smile on her face and had a pip in her step. Meanwhile you sat here, slumped over in a depressive state with a disheveled appearance to match.

Rin Nohara. Her beauty and kindness radiated even in her darkest moments. Always a perfect smile plastered on her perfect face. Her skin flawless. How could you ever think you could compare-

You felt your phone vibrate in your bag secured around your chest. Unzipping and grabbing the phone, you checked the caller id;

Kurenai ♥

Swiping, you brought the device up to your ear. "Listen Kurenai, if you're looking for some big explanation, I haven't got the energy or willpower to give it to you tonight." Silence on the other end of the line ensued for a brief moment.

"Where are you and Rin going tonight after you both drink yourself to death?"

You chuckled, "Well i'll have you know we're only four drinks in and we are cutting ourselves off for the night like responsible adults." Your fingers traced the lines in the table absently, "And we're going to get ourselves a hotel room for the night because I can only guess there's two men banging down our doors right at this moment."

"How about you two stay the night here at my place?" She said, worry still evident in her tone.

"You know i'd never turn you down Kurenai, but I have a feeling your door is next-" as if on cue, loud banging from what sounded like two separate fists came from the background.

"Oh for f- call me when you two get to the hotel, just let me at least tell them you two are safe for the night."

You paused for a moment, pondering. "Fair enough, but spare no more details. we need some time to cool off Kurenai. I mean how the fuck is someone suppose to react to each other's boyfriends being in love with-" In your peripheral vision you spotted Rin making her way back over to you, "Nevermind. Rin is coming back, I will let you know."

You hung up the phone, looking down at the screen briefly to see something that made your heart jump into your throat.

Bakashi ☺ — 9 missed calls, 5 missed texts

♥ Tobi ♥ — 23 missed calls, 17 missed texts

You swallowed thickly, suddenly feeling nauseous. You turned off the phone completely and put it back into your bag, getting up from your stool. "There's that pretty decent hotel a block away. I wouldn't imagine that they wouldn't have vacancy on a Tuesday night." You spoke, once she reached you.

She nodded and intertwined her arm with yours. Her face brightened as the two of you breathed in the fresh air outside of the bar, "Oh! There's also that convenience store right before it! i'm sure they've got a good enough selection of ice cream for us now that we've had a few drinks."

You smiled at your best friend as you two chatted idly on your way down the block. to the outside world it looked like two normal girls having a night out. but to the two of you this was up on the list titled 'worst nights of our lives'.

Who could blame you two, after all, her boyfriend was in love with you, and yours with her.

#obito x reader #obito uchiha #uchiha obito #naruto #naruto fanfiction #naruto fic #obito uchiha x y/n #obito uchiha x reader #obito uchiha x you #kakashi hatake #hatake kakashi #kakashi x reader #kakashi x reader if you squint but this is obito x reader #anime #uchiha x reader #no war au #naruto au #rin lives #rin nohara

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jilyarchive · 1 year

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do you know a fic where harry punches someone on his first day of school? james and lily are called to mcgonagalls office and its a oneshot. my laptop decided to crash with all my ao3 tabs open but i can't seem to find this one!!!

This one:

Title: The M Word Author: orphan_account Rating: G Genre(s): Humour, Family Chapters: 1 Word Count: 2,946 Summary: “Lils,” James asked, an amused smile pulling at his lips. “What in Merlin’s name is a MILF?” In which Harry punches a fifth year, his parents are summoned to McGonagall’s office on his first day of school and Lily is forced to explain a rather different M word than her favourite Hogwarts professor and her husband are used to.

#rated g #harry #family #humour #blood purity #fluff #one shot #oneshot #no war au #minerva mcgonagall #parenting #anonymous #fic search

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mvnvgedmischief · 1 month

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evergreen

tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes, Marlene McKinnon, Dorcas Meadowes, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Lesbian Marlene McKinnon, Butch Marlene McKinnon, femme dorcas meadowes, Butch/Femme, Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, Alternate Universe - no Wizarding War, No War AU, Period-Typical Homophobia, 1980s, Original Character(s), Minor Original Character(s), mechanic marlene mckinnon, Healer Dorcas Meadowes, marlene has a lesbian posse that she hangs out with, one of whom took her in when she ran away dorcas and friends have all felt pretty abandoned by her, there is indeed some gay s*x

summary: Marlene Mckinnon used to be one of the most promising witches at Hogwarts. she used to have friends, she used to have dreams, she used to have a lot of things, but none of those things were authentic. Running away seemed like the only option, so that was what she did. She built a life in muggle London, with friends who cared about her, a job that fulfilled her, and found herself. She found a way to express herself, and her butchness, without fear of whispers and hexes, and without fear of her friends finding out. Now, seven years later, everything has changed. But her world was about to shift once more, when she found a familiar, beautiful, stranger out one night with her friends.

words: 16,411 chapters: 4/16

this is a butch/femme fic predominantly from marlene’s perspective! this is a no war au, in which marlene has become a muggle mechanic. she has a muggle friend group, and has integrated herself into muggle life, after running away seven years ago in the midst of her final year at hogwarts. dorcas is a healer at st mungo’s, living a life without her best friend for seven years. how will things change when marlene’s past confronts her, and the two lives collide?

read it on ao3 here!

On her way home, Marlene felt like she was floating. She had no idea how she had ended up here, but she was so excited to be in this position, rekindling any kind of relationship with Dorcas. The only thing she didn’t know was how to actually navigate it. This was where she tended to defer to Mac. She didn’t always know how to deal with people who weren’t her inner circle. This confusion felt like a more pleasant version of what she had gone through with Shelby three years earlier. Shelby was definitely not on her shortlist of people to discuss this with, for fear of having to face one too many of her previous shortfalls.

Shelby. Shelby was once in the same position Dorcas found herself in the other night, a beautiful stranger who caught Marlne’s eye. She was a baby then, not knowing all of the subtleties of how a femme courts a butch, and vice versa. But then again, ten months into dating, Shelby found out she didn’t know them either, because she realized that her presentation was fitting her like a dress that was too tight. Marlene loved butches, but not the way Shelby did. Shelby was Marlene’s first experience with someone who was butch for butch in her personal life. She had seen it in the Gateway, she knew that was a predilection some lesbians had, but she had never met anyone who felt that way. But as Shelby changed the way she walked through the world, their relationship evolved from partners to best friends. Shelby became Marlene’s first baby butch, they spent nights sharing the secrets of their respective objects of affection. Mac taught Marlene how to be butch, but in many ways, Shelby taught Marlene how to love a femme. Right now, she was thankful for the training.

I missed you. The words rang in Marlene’s ears her entire way home. Sure, she could have apperated home. But the walk in the fresh air would do her well. Plus, if she was honest, she wanted to walk by the river, to just think. It was hard for her to figure out how to make this work if it even could. Reintegrating Dorcas into her life was going to be difficult if it was even something she wanted. It felt unfair to her, the way her heart skipped a beat in her chest when she thought about the way Cas twirled her hair around her fingers or the way the sun caught her eyes. She remembered the way it felt to fall deeply into those deep brown eyes, to focus on the little glints of gold that were the purest form of magic. How would she be able to handle this, to explain the way that Cas pulled her in like a gravitational force? Mac would want to know everything. How would she explain? She was lucky for the way no one asked questions. But Cas was an unknown. There was no story that Marlene could come up with that explained how they knew each other and didn’t expose her.

She arrived at her home, seeing yet another letter from Dorcas, and an owl sitting on her window sill. God, Dorcas was going to need to get a landline if they were going to keep talking. Either that or Dorcas would need to start begging James and Sirius for their two-way mirrors so she could talk to this bloke she fancied. She wondered if Dorcas would do either of those things or find her way of communicating with a bit less intensity than by owl.

When will I see you again? I really would love to see you.

♡ Dorcas

Marlene smiled softly as she read over the letter, grabbing a pen to scrawl out a reply. Her chicken scratch handwriting hadn’t changed much since they last saw each other, and she hoped that it would bring Dorcas the same level of nostalgic joy as the woman’s bubble letters brought Marlene.

Cas,

I’d love to take you on a proper muggle date. I could do tomorrow night? I have work but after?

♡ Mckinnon

Marlene lit a few scented candles in her home and put on No Need to Argue. Perhaps Marlene’s love of the Cranberries was influenced by her memories of dancing with Dorcas and a bottle of fire whiskey in her youth, listening to whatever music the Gryffindor boys brought back to the dorm. She remembered the way that Sirius and Lily would make fun of her for bringing the enemy into their quarters. Dorcas was so carefree in those days, and Marlene had always been so jealous. She wished she felt like she fit in the way that Dorcas always had. Now she knew that Dorcas must have felt out of place, at least sometimes, but that envy of her youth had burned for a long time.

Even now, she felt some of it. Cas had found a way to hide in plain sight. Marlene could never achieve that. Not when it came with so many compromises she had no way of achieving. Skirts were just one part of the pathetic equation. Worse still were the lies, which stacked up around her like bills and broken hearts. She didn’t know how to keep up with lying about everything. Perhaps that was the biggest reason she ran. It was one thing to pretend she had a crush on a bloke. It was completely another to hold back from Cas, and even more heart-wrenching was pretending that her skin didn’t crawl with her uniform, or her reflection didn’t look like someone she recognized. She had the opportunity to look in the Mirror of Erised once in her days at Hogwarts, but she couldn’t, because she already knew what she would see. She would see herself, in men’s dress robes, with a cropped haircut and a lust for life. That would have been all the more heartbreaking.

The owl returned from its trip to wizarding London shortly, as Marlene made herself dinner. She wanted so badly for this to be a normal situation, where she could call Dorcas on her landline, instead of doing something as asinine as sending letters back and forth across the city. She knew that there was a time she would’ve held on to all of these letters, exemplified by a small, unassuming pewter box in her closet full of letters that were sent to her repeatedly in her time integrating herself into muggle London. She wondered how Dorcas had even gotten those letters to her; they didn’t come by owl, so she wasn’t sure how they arrived. Maybe someday she’d ask about the letters she re-read over and over, never responding to Dorcas’s desperate pleas to find her.

Marls,

What’s a proper muggle date even entail? We could just do a night out at the Green Dragon! I’m sure everyone would be excited to see you, plus we always talked about going out there.

I really think you should consider seeing everyone. We can pretend that you know whatever bloke they think i’m trying to see. No one’s gonna ask you anything.

Dorcas

Marlene needed to shower off the day. She was tired of feeling the discomfort of the grime of central London, and the grime of her shop. She knew she should have showered before she went to the Leaky Cauldron if she didn’t want to feel this way, but she also didn’t want to keep Dorcas waiting. So instead, she had rushed out to meet Dorcas, with grease trapped under her fingernails and a less than stellar outfit of a jumper and trousers. Washing the day off of her was exactly what she needed. What she hadn’t needed, or at least hadn’t expected, was to hear the loud CRACK of apparition into her living room. She wasn’t sure who it could be, but she had never wished that her wand was in her hand more than now. Her heart dropped. Had someone seen her today? Had someone followed her home? She couldn’t help the way she nervously clutched her towel, and slowly opened the door.

“Marlene?”

Dorcas’s voice rang through Marlene’s one-bedroom flat, and Marlene felt herself relax just slightly. “Cas,” She called out from the bathroom, before opening the door. There, in the center of her living room, was Dorcas. She watched the look of confusion evolve into a look of embarrassment. “Shit, Marls I–“

“You can’t just apparate into my flat, Cas.”

“I didn’t mean to interrupt, I just–“

“I’m gonna run and get changed first, Cas.” Marlene grins wryly, “Unless you want to come.” She chuckled, correctly anticipating the other woman wouldn’t follow. She pulled out her usual uniform of boxers, men’s denim, too tight jogbra, and a white t-shirt. Marlene had a strong handle on the way she wanted to look. She tried desperately to flatten her chest if only to maintain some level of safety. She wore men’s denim, that sat low on her hips, held up by a brown leather belt, with a cuff at the ankles. Walking through the world, in this gray area between masculine and feminine felt right. It felt safe. She shook out her hair like a dog, before making her way back to the living room. It appeared that Cas’s embarrassment still had yet to subside.

“I didn’t mean to show up while you were in the shower,” Cas offers, bright brown eyes crinkling at the corners in a combination of humor and embarrassment.

“I know Cas,” She chuckles, “You would’ve mentioned that in one of the owls if you had meant to join me in the shower.”

“I just wanted to know what you meant in your letter.” She explained, taking a look around the room, “ This is your flat?”

“Yeah, Cas. This is where I live. You got a problem?”

“No it’s just –“ Marlene watched as whatever Dorcas had wanted to say died in her throat. It was interesting, that there was a time when Marlene knew exactly what Dorcas was going to say before she said it. However, that time had long since passed. She had no idea what Dorcas was thinking right now, she only wondered how she was going to navigate this conversation without embarrassing herself any further than she already had.

“It looks like your dorm,” Cas explained, taking a step closer to the other woman. “It looks like you. There are things here that I don’t understand or recognize, but it looks like you.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve been imagining what my flat looks like for the last seven years!” Marlene interjected, trying to make light of the situation. She was just so uncomfortable with everything. Namely, she was uncomfortable with how desperately she wanted to take a step forward and close the distance between them. She felt uncomfortable with how exposed she felt, and she felt exposed because she didn’t know if Dorcas wanted the same things she did.

Cas, on the other hand, was feeling just as desperate. She desperately wished she could push Marlene down on the couch, climb into her lap, and crush their lips together in a passionate kiss. It didn’t entirely matter what she wanted. Courting a butch was a delicate dance, and she had to make sure she hit all of the steps. Or else, this delicate dynamic could fall apart. Cas was new to conducting herself through these dances. She knew how to court a butch for a night, but she didn’t know how to handle anything deeper than a few sexual encounters. It wasn’t like the wizarding world was crawling with butches, and it wasn’t like Cas could open up to muggles for anything emotional. For once, she was talking to someone she feasibly could have a future with. The fact that the butch in question was her Marlene, was icing on the cake.

“Maybe,” Dorcas responded, sly smile crossing her face, “Or maybe I’ve just been imagining for the last few days, wondering when I’d end up in your bed.”

Oh. That was bold. Marlene was caught off guard by the boldness, but that didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy it. She liked that Dorcas wanted to be bold, she wanted Marlene to know she was wanted. It was a feeling Marlene was not used to. She was used to being the pursuer, and the subtlety and coyness of a femme being pursued She enjoyed that Cas didn’t want to just be pursued, she wanted to drive Marlene wild.

Cas took a step towards Marlene, bridging the gap between them just a bit more. “There are lots of things that I think about you, Marls.” Marlene followed in suit, taking a step closer to the other woman. She could cut the tension between them with a knife if she wanted, a deep desire tying them together. She leaned down, connecting their lips hungrily. The kiss was desperate and dirty and pure and loving all at once, and Marlene couldn’t put her finger on why Cas drove her so crazy. But she felt as though Cas was feeling just as desperate about her feelings.

“You should tell me about those things, sometime,” Marlene responded, pulling away from Cas with a grin.

“Take me out first.”

“I’m trying, you wanker!” She chuckled, “Can I please take you on a proper muggle date?”

“What does that mean?” Cas responded, her eyes bright with her curiosity.

“Let me take you to dinner, I’ll shine up properly, and we can go to the gateway afterward.”

“Sure,” Cas responded, a bright smile crossing her face, “But only if you let me take you out for a proper date in Diagon Alley.”

“Cas,” Marlene sighed, “I don’t want to see everyone. I’m not ready.”

“But–“

“Cas.” She cut her off with a shake of her head, “I get it. But maybe we could go on a few dates before you try to reintroduce me to the fold.”

“ Whatever,” Cas sighed, “but you better get dressed if you want to leave the house at all.”

Marlene couldn’t lie, the electricity crackling between them made it all the more difficult to want to leave. But especially given that Cassie was trying to bring her back into the fold, Marlene was nervous. Her skin felt like it was on fire, but she needed to cool down. She needed it desperately, if she was honest because she didn’t want to freak out.

“What do you mean whatever?” She responded, knowing it was a bad idea. Should she be taking a step closer, when all she had was a towel wrapped around her? No, probably not. Should she be starting a fight? Definitely not.

“I mean it’s fucking moronic that you won’t just come out and see everyone,” Cas responded, looping an arm around Marlene’s neck. “And I mean it shouldn’t be so hot that you’re so stubborn.”

The blonde leaned down placing a fierce kiss on Cas’s lips. It was unfair for her to be so angry and so in her element. This was a dance she knew. Maybe it was because she always liked them feisty and angry. She remembered the last femme she got into like this. All gnashing teeth and crackling fire underneath her skin. Her calloused fingers brushed under Cassie’s chin, pulling her even deeper to the kiss.

Marlene pulled away just as soon as Cassie seemed distracted, “Drop it, Cas.” Then she was pressing kisses just so along her neck. Theoretically, this would work. She couldn’t guarantee it or anything, but she wasn’t exactly new to this rodeo. Before (or after, really, who was to say) there was Cas, and there was Trish. Trish was the last femme that Marlene had cruised in Gateway.

For a short eight and a half weeks, they argued, fucked, argued again, fucked again, and did the run around several times over. She and Trish didn’t like each other, for some bullshit reason. If Marlene looked at it objectively, it was petty. They argued because she had beaten Trish one too many times at the pool, and Trish had respectively done the same one too many times in darts. Then there was the touchy subject of Lou. Trish and Lou had some kind of past that didn’t end well. Lou, being one of Marlene’s best friends, added fuel to the fire. So they argued, they did one of many dances that butches and femmes do. A reverence and anger at play within their fingertips. That wasn’t personal for Marlene, but this was. She was starting to understand what Trish must have felt like, playing cat and mouse with Marlene. Because here she was, playing it again, but feeling so much more invested in it.

“No–�� A breathless giggle, “But seriously, McKinnon,” Cassie grinned, pulling away from the kisses Marlene was lining down her neck.

“It would be so fun to have everyone together again.”

T hat hadn’t worked. Gone was Marlene’s desire to pull Cass’s clothes off, painfully slowly just to watch the other woman squirm. Well, maybe not entirely. Instead, it was replaced with a somewhat indignant frustration that ran right through her. Damn how much the butch wanted her, it didn’t change her irritation.

“Do you want to have this out right now?” Her tone was pointed, but she continued her path from Cass’s collarbone to the hollow space behind her ear.

“What’s that supposed to—“ A short gasp, “mean?”

Bingo! If nothing else, she was distracting from the conversation. She felt the gasps from the femme stir something within her core. Fuck, holding back kept getting harder.

“It means stop riding my dick,” She responded, her tone full of venom. Teeth grazed over the Cas’s earlobe, “unless you want to ride my dick.”

“Who said I didn’t?” That made the wetness in her boxers just that much harder to ignore. “I just think you’re being a knob about it.”

Now was Dorcas’s turn to lead in this dance. One hand slipped under the hem of Marlene’s shirt, the other tangling in the short hair at the nape of Marlene’s neck and pulling her into another kiss. Cass’s teeth pulled lightly on her lower lip, which drove Marlene crazy. It made her dizzy, and overwhelmed her. Cassie’s sharp fingernails ran up her torso, practically inviting Marlene to want her more.

How fragile was this exchange of passion and anger? With a swift shift in perspective, the whole thing would fall apart. Yet here was Cas, stripping her down to basic desire bit by bit, with the slightest move of her hands.

Cas’s fingers dragged back down the expanse of skin beneath her bra hooking onto the waistband of her boxers. Fuck, Marlene wanted her. Her desire fueled her just as much as her aggression, but right now the only thing she could do was think about how much she needed this. Maybe she could blow off some steam and finally relax.

Her calloused hands slid up Cas’s smooth upper thighs, sliding beneath her tiny pleated skirt. When her fingers met the soft lace at her hip, Marlene suppressed a shudder. She was overcome by how much she wantwantwantwanted this. She needed Cas and needed her now.

“We’re never going to make it out of here if you don’t stop.”

“Who said I wanted to, Cassie?” Marlene offered up a wry smile, dragging her fingers painfully slowly down the seam of Cas’s underwear, “what I want is for you to stop talking.”

Marlene pushed Cas back towards the bedroom, her skin on fire with desire. In an instant, Cas was pushed back on the bed, with Marlene leaning over her. Looking down at the other woman, seeing the expanse of cleavage exposed by the small strap of her tank top sliding off of her shoulder, was enough to drive her crazy. She felt another pang of need in her boxers, desperate to move even closer and to satisfy the hunger within her.

Seeing Cassie below her was quickly proving to be too enticing, and she was full of desperation. “Fuck,” Marlene mumbled, sliding her hands under the tank top, and across the femme’s smooth skin. “Off,” she groaned, sliding the garment up and over Cassie’s head. She had half a mind to just rip the femme’s clothes of her body, but they’d never make it out if she did that.

Cas’s perfectly manicured fingernails met the waistband of Marlene's jeans, fumbling with the buttons until she could slide them off. Her bright brown eyes met Marlene’s with wanton need and an ashamed desperation. God, she was so hot with her desperation. In an instant, Marlene was slipping out of them, and reattaching her lips to Cas’s neck. She wanted to hear the breathless, guttural desire the femme had for her.

“Please,” the femme whimpered, eyes fluttering and lower lip working between her lips. “Tease me,” The statement made her boxers even more sticky with her desire. It was like Cas’s voice was echoing in the throbbing of her clit.

The blonde straddled her thigh, and flipped her pleated skirt up, out of her way. Beneath it was a sheer, tiny thong, that made Marlene impossibly hornier. She wanted that thong ruined by the end of this, so Cas had no choice but to wear her boxers or nothing at all beneath her tiny skirt. A calloused finger dragged slowly up the soaked fabric, pressure barely there, to tease the other woman. “Fuck,” Marlene mumbled, watching Cas’s back arch with her desperation.

“What?” The femme responded, her voice tinged with just a bit of shame. It was hot, and Marlene wanted her to know it.

“You’re so wet for me,” Marlene replied, grinning wolfishly at the femme. She ground her hips down against Cas’s hard thighs and let out a bit of a shudder as if to say nothing to be ashamed of.

“I’ve been thinking about this all week,” Cas mumbled, burying her face in Marlene’s neck and pressing delicate kisses there. Marlene could feel the heat of Cas’s flushed face against her skin, and it made her all the more desperate.

“Please touch me,” She whispered, hips bucking up into Marlene’s hand unconsciously. It was like the femme had lost control, and was begging for Marlene to do whatever she wanted to her. This was something she could get used to.

Marlene slipped her hands under the soft lace on Cassie’s hips and pulled down, trying to hold back from just ripping the thong off. Long calloused fingers met the wetness between the femme's thighs, and they were matched with their satisfied sighs.

Cassie had been dreaming about this since she had kissed Marlene in the bar. At the time, she had no idea Marlene was the butch in her dreams, but here, with Marlene playing her like an instrument. She felt overwhelmed by her desire, combined with just how good this felt. Her open-mouthed breaths combined with her eyes rolling back in her head gave away just how badly she needed this release. Her desperation and her desire were on display, and the hunger for Marlene was palpable between them. “Fuck, baby,” She mumbled, “I– it– it feels so good,” she stuttered.

God, that went straight to her boxers. Her fingers slipped into Cassie effortlessly, her thumb pressed up against her clit. She circled the bud easily, pumping her fingers in and out at a stable rhythm, Her fingers curved just so, to make sure she was pressing up against the spot that made Cassie stutted. She knew she could have pulled out the strap, could’ve strapped up like the champion butch she is, but she didn’t have the time to pull it from her nightstand with Cassie’s desperation. She couldn’t make the femme wait when she was practically drooling with desperation. She picked up her rhythm, feeling Cassie clench around her. How had Cassie been able to even focus and function, when clearly this had been everything that she needed? She was distracted by the swell of the other woman’s chest, her free hand sliding up to knead and pull at the femmes tits.

She could barely focus on anything but her need to satisfy the femme beneath her. Her brain buzzed with each of Cassie’s moans, and she wanted desperately to push Cassie to the finish. She didn’t have to wait long before the femme was moaning and crying out hushed pleas and clenching around her. “Fuck, I’m going to– I need to–”

“Finish for me,” the butch whispered, her voice husky and full of gravel in Cassie’s ear. The command was enough for Cas, and she was falling apart, pliant and thoughtless under Marlene. Watching her eyes roll back in her head, hearing her need in her moans was enough for the butch, and she was drinking up Cassie’s attention like it was water.

Cas was thoroughly fucked out, and Marlene could tell. Her eyes were glazed over, and she was moving as though she was submerged in honey. It was an ego boost for Marlene, if she was honest. It was good for her pride to be the sole reason for Cas’s thoroughly satisfied smile. She spent so long just floating through life, falling into bed with the prettiest femme she could find, fixing cars, and pretending she didn’t miss anything she had left behind. She went out for beers with her friends, she worked every day until four, and she toiled on her own fixer-upper bike project. But she didn’t forget about any of it. Cas was proving to be an excellent change of pace.

“Can I–” Cas slurred, looking up at Marlene expectantly. She was trying to ask Marlene if she wanted her to return the favor, to slide her perfectly manicured hands into the butch’s boxers. Unfortunately for Marlene, as horny as she was, she could tell Cassie could barely string together a sentence. On top of that, for as fun as fucking Cas’s brains out had been, she didn’t actually trust Cassie to do the same. She didn’t feel like taking part in such intimacy, when she wasn’t sure that this was actually a sustainable friendship, let alone something more than that. She wasn’t super comfortable being emotionally vulnerable. So instead, she could finish this up under the hot water of her shower when she was alone.

She pulled herself out of bed, offering a quick, “You want something to drink?”

Cas shook her head, taking a look around the room, “But you need to get an owl or something.” She chuckles, before reaching into her purse. She produced a small mirror from her bag, holding it out to Marlene. “Or you could use this.”

A small smile crept across her face, grabbing the mirror from Cas’s hands. She let their fingers brush up against each other, feeling the electricity of their connection grow between them. Courting a femme like Dorcas required the subtlety of these kinds of interventions, they built desire and desperation between them. It was a part of the dance that they did with each other.

“Where did you get a two-way mirror?”

“I picked up a couple on my way home,” Cas smiled, “I figured it’s easier to yell at you face to face.”

“Do you wanna grab dinner together?”

“Is this the proper muggle date?”

“Nah, we can do that tomorrow after work. But I’m figuring that you don’t want to cook and you don’t have a house elf. I’m famished.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” Cas smiled, looking over at the other woman. “Although I’m sure I could come up with something for you to eat.” She grinned wryly, her eyes sparkling with playfulness. There was something so endearing and fun between them, and Marlene couldn’t help the way that she enjoyed it.

Marlene grabbed her usual items, her wallet, her keys, a pack of smokes, and her lighter. She wondered what Dorcas could possibly keep in a purse such as the one she carries with her. She knew that the wiles of femmes came with secrets, and one of those secrets was what was kept in a purse. Maybe someday, if she had a femme on her arm like Dorcas, she would know what was kept in the mysterious bag.

With a sweet smile, Marlene directed Cas out the door. There wasn’t really anything else to do, but corral her towards Marlene’s favorite curry spot for a takeaway. She was thankful they never asked too many questions, and even more so that she had the brilliant idea of grabbing a takeaway. For as much as her home was a space of isolation, she didn’t want to spend too much time in public without the protection of being in spaces built for them. After all, it wasn't exactly safe to be out on a date when they weren’t careful. Should something happen to them, they couldn’t rely on anyone but themselves to take care of it. Maybe that was why it was so shocking that Marlene didn’t carry her wand anymore. She was just as defenseless as any other muggle. But if she had carried it, used it to protect herself, she opened herself up to questioning by the Wizengamot. They would take one look at her and decide that she, a humble mechanic and a witch by blood, should be thrown in Azkaban for revealing herself. Damn the context, because she was different from them. She didn’t fit in the box, she couldn’t be a part of their restrictive society. That was why she had to run away if she was honest. Because she knew she was never going to fit in.

She remembered begging to wear pants with her uniform in school. She remembered snagging a pair from Sirius, and the number of detentions she received for it. She remembered the look on Minny’s face as she demanded Marlene’s precious contraband pants, and gave them to Filch for safekeeping, remanding her to a skirt that made her feel vulnerable and disgusting. She remembered being told that her hobbies were not becoming of the lady she was training up to be, that she balked too often at the traditional roles of the witches around her. It was uncomfortable for Marlene. The gender roles baked into the world around her made her feel so claustrophobic. Those same authority figures that had influenced her decision to run had either imparted their beliefs upon the members of the Wizengamot or learned from them, and Marlene wasn’t keen to find out which way that happened.

“How do you do it?” Cas asked as they walked down the stairs of her walk-up. That threw Marlene off. It felt like a trick question if she was honest.

“How do I do what? You’re going to have to specify, Cassie.” Marlene responded, studying the femme’s face for some indication of how she was supposed to answer the question. How was she supposed to know what the right thing to say was?

“Pretend this is your world. How do you just fit right in here?” Bright eyes sparkled with curiosity. The look on Dorcas’s face was familiar, like all of those nights she spent picking Marlene’s brain back in school.

“This,” Marlene sighed, opening the door to her building, “is my world. Has been for a long time at this point,”

Cas shrugged in return, failing to keep the dissatisfaction off of her face. Evidently, Marlene had not answered the question correctly.

“Maybe when I take you out tomorrow, you’ll see what I mean,” Marlene shrugged. Moto-boot-clad feet carried her down the streets, stride confident. She had done this walk so many times over, it was like she could do it in her sleep.

It took about an hour for them to get their curry take away, and make their way back to the flat. On the walk back, Dorcas had begged Marlene to just apparate already, and despite her anxiety about it, Marlene had obliged. She was sure Cas just wanted an excuse for Marlene to hold onto her, and who was Marlene to deny her that simple pleasure. However, standing in the living room of her flat, her stomach turning in her body, reminded her of why she had never liked apparitions in the first place.

“I’m sure you have a million questions.”

“I do,”

“Well, we might as well get that shite out of the way so we can have fun on a date.”

“Picking your brain is my idea of a fun date, McKinnon.”

“Well it’s not mine, Meadowes, and I’m planning this one.”

“But it could be a good time!” Cas protested, and Marlene was smiling despite herself. God, why couldn’t she just chill out? Why did it have to feel so intense?

“Cas, I’d rather not waste my time if you don’t like the answers,” She was being short and she knew it. Maybe this was the way Dorcas stripped her of her machismo, and got in to the soft, gentle butch locked behind her wall of gruffness and intensity. But Marlene didn’t know if she could handle this loss well a second time when writing her notes gave Marlene a moment of imagining that perfect life she had so many times over as a baby butch. She had to let go of the imaginary life with Dorcas in order to move on. She had spent seven years becoming comfortable, becoming herself, and part of that was letting go of what she thought was the impossible. But here was Cassie, in her home, making her reconsider what she thought was the most concrete thing in the world. In reality, this didn’t threaten everything that she had built for herself. She had to keep herself grounded in reality.

“What makes you think I won’t like the answer?” Cas looked at her, wide-eyed and concerned. It was like she had never considered that this was a difficult decision. God, why was it so easy for Cas to disarm her?

“Because I was there, Cas.” Marlene shrugged, “Wasn’t exactly a walk in the park.”

“And you think I won’t want to be around you because of that?” Cas looked a bit wounded, and suddenly it was rushing back to Marlene why this was a bad idea. Because Cas had all of the cards. Cas could expose her for everything. Cas could tell everyone where she was, could give all of the people she used to know license to find her, and what they’d find would be enough to enact violence. Her fears were not all that different from the ones she had about the men she worked with or the people who crossed the street when they saw her coming.

“Cassie,” Marlene sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. She knew that this reunion was going to be difficult, but if she wanted something special with the beautiful woman who caught her eye at the bar, or the girl she grew up in love with, she’d have to figure this out. It was frustrating, sure, but it was doable.

“How’d you become a mechanic?” Not where Marlene thought this was going but okay.

“Mac found me, and asked if I was good with my hands...” Marlene trailed off with a light shrug. Keep it light, Marlene. Don’t get too deep, because as much as Cassie wanted to pretend, this wasn’t exactly the safe space either of them wanted it to be. One wrong move and Marlene was in hot water all over again. She looked down at the curry in front of her, trying to steel herself against her own fears. This was her house, she didn’t need to do anything she didn’t want to.

“Had to start paying my share somehow. How was graduation?”

“I thought I was asking the questions,” Cas laughed, “What do you mean found you? You didn’t apply?” Her bright brown eyes sparkled with her confusion. Fuck, Marlene was so screwed. She remembered why she fell in love with the other woman when they were just kids.

“On a bench,” Marlene sighed, “Are you sure you want to talk about this?” She cautioned, glancing up from her curry. She should stop just pushing the food around her plate, considering she spent twenty whole dollars on the takeaway, but unfortunately, she was so nervous she couldn’t decide whether or not she could stomach it. Conversations about her getting out made her nauseous.

“They found you on a bench?” Cas raised an eyebrow, “I want to know everything that happened.”

“I was sleeping on a bench in Kensington, and I was trying to convince one of the squats London Feilds to take me in even though I had no documents, no skills, no education, and no money. Not exactly good tea conversation.”

“Why didn’t you just come back?”

“I couldn’t come back. I burned every bridge I had in Scotland and in Godrick’s Hollow on the astronomy tower, not to mention everything that happened with Nora Treadwell.”

Nora Treadwell. The name lingered in the air between them. In their time at Hogwarts, no one discussed what happened to Nora Treadwell. The witch was from a strong wizarding family who had cut her hair short, been kicked out by her family, and moved out to Brixton. Nobody knew what happened to Nora Treadwell. What everyone knew, less Marlene, was that Nora cut all of her hair off in the prefect’s bathroom in her final year at Hogwarts, and got into some kind of “physical altercation” with a group of Gryffindors. Marlene remembered the way everyone called her a poof and a queer, who deserved it for being such a queer.

Marlene could see the way Cas’s face fell like she barely even remembered why Nora Treadwell would be relevant to Marlene. Maybe she didn’t. Maybe all she remembered was Nora getting in a fight and didn’t know what caused all of it in the first place. Marlene; however, could do nothing but look exasperated. She wanted to shout “Don’t you see, they’d do it to me too!” but she couldn’t. The words died in her throat just like her appetite, and she wondered where this conversation could go next.

“ Nora Treadwell is why you didn’t come back...” Cas repeated softly, trying to parse through her mind to make it make sense. Nora had been largely irrelevant to her, aside from the proof that not all Gryffindors were the morally pious do-gooders that were better than everyone else. Cas already had so much that people had biases about, being a Slytherin is just another mark on her ledger. “You were sleeping on a bench?” Her eyebrows raised in sheer shock, and Marlene wanted to cry.

God, this was a fucking roller coaster. It was one thing to be a homeless teenager, it was completely another to revisit it at twenty-five because she thought a girl was pretty. Shame bloomed in her chest, heating up her cheeks and making her heart drop out of her chest and into her stomach. This wasn’t fair. Why did she have to be sized up by all of these questions? It felt so fucking unfair to have so many questions being beamed at her, but in the back of her mind, she always knew this would happen if she ever reconnected with anyone from her past. One of the most freeing feelings about being friends with other lesbians was that they never asked. Her friends knew that it was too painful. A light-hearted joke here or there about how far she’d come, a read about how she was still just the little dyke on the bench, but no questions. No panicked breathing as her heart hammered away in her ears, no nurturing the roots of shame in her chest, none of it. She was so grateful for the way they let her distance herself from it all. Not Cas, never Cas, she was much to comfortable picking and prodding they had once upon a time.

“So Nora Treadwell is why you thought it was a better idea to sleep on a bench than come home...” She looked like she was teasing out what she thought was such an interesting lead, and Marlene hated it. She felt like a specimen under a microscope, with every question Cas was focusing the lens just a bit more.

“Aye, that’s what I said isn’t it?” Marlene grumbled, shoving her chair out from the table.

“I guess I just can’t imagine that,” Cassie responded, brown eyes wide with her own surprise. If Marlene stared long enough, she could parse out just how disappointed Cas was with her statement. Unfortunately for Cas, there wasn’t much she could do to change the answer, since Nora and Marlene were actually very similar butches who knew each other pretty well. If Cassie thought back far enough, she might remember that Nora’s mom, Elsie, was good friends with Marlene’s mom.

“Cassie, there’s no point where you’re going to feel satisfied with the answers about why I left.”

“I just–”

“You’re never going to understand. You’re not like me.”

“I’m just as much of a shirt lifter as you are, or did you forget the part where we met at Gateway and had sex an hour ago.”

“But people can’t tell when they look at you. You’re a femme. You don’t have to face the violence unless anyone finds out you’re a lesbian. I’m a bulldyke. People can see it as soon as they look at me. I get lucky if people think I’m a man and leave me alone.”

It sucked, but it was true. The butch was only ever safe when people didn’t see her, or saw her as a man. Either way, being a witch people knew of, whose family was notable, and being butch meant that she’d never be able to make herself a home in the wizarding world without regressing into a feminine version of herself. Something that would never happen.

“I guess you’re right...” Cassie finally agreed, “I have to head back. Call me on the mirror?” She was just stepping down because she could tell Marlene was getting upset. She didn’t want to keep pushing something that was clearly hurting her.

“Yeah, Cas. I’ll see you soon.”

With a loud CRACK, Cassie was off, disappearing the same way she came in.

#dorcas meadows #marlene mckinnon #dorlene fic #marlene mckinnon fanfiction #dorcas meadowes fanfiction #marauders era #no war au #lesbian smut #nsft

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becasart · 2 years

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It did in fact happened 💩

More no war au sketches

#zutara #atla #no war au #sokka #my friggin art

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ap-kinda-lit · 1 year

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AU where Aang and Toph grow up together as friends and Toph helps him attend his first Earth Kingdom ball and it goes like this

#from the webcomic hooky #it’s really good #Aang’s a lil cinnamon roll #Toph is a lil shit #avatar the last airbender #atla #Taang #Toph #Aang #Au #no war au #hooky webtoon

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LOVE STORY (but it’s in MINOR KEY) | cover by Lydia the Bard | org. Tayl...

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Ooooooo I might be thinking a megop fic right now.

"You were always the sweetest little librarian, Orion."

"Wh-what do you mean?" Orion's voice was shaking, a shiver up his spine making his head and audial fins twitch.

"In the morning, you will go to your [dad], and tell him that you are taking his offer."

"I would - I could never own another sentient - Megatronus, please, don't do anything rash."

The plates on Megatronus' gun arm fluttered as he thought about Orion's "caretakers." They had dumped his sweet little data eater at the archives as soon as he was no longer cute. As soon as he started having opinions of his own. He hadn't met Orion's precious Alpha Trion yet, but Megatronus expected more of the same.

"Sweet spark, please, I would never hurt you. Talk to your [dad]. I'll be waiting."

Orion cleared his intake.

He realized he had made a mistake, building fantasies for a future where the caste system was no longer. He wanted to help his friend, he really did.

But he was thinking of buying him an apartment in a cheaper but still nice area of Iacon, sponsoring Megatronous' writings, abolishing the slave and caste systems, and settling down with a nice femme Alpha Trion had been trying to set him up with since he had been sent to the Archive as a youngling.

Megatronus was thinking of wedding bells.

And Orion knew it was too late to change Megatronus' mind.

That night, he accepted his estranged caretakers' invitation to energon and company.

When Orion asked for credits, he hoped his [dad] would say no.

He got a notification from his bank a half a second later, a pat on his shoulder and a private comm to buy the bot that caught his eye the night of their dreams.

Orion smiled, trying not to cry.

He really wasn't getting out of this one.

As arranged, he met Megatronus on the outskirts of Kaon, credit chip in hand.

First, he paid off Megatronus' slave debt.

Then, he bought Megatronus a beautiful white cape, perfect for their upcoming nuptials.

He wasn't shocked when the glyphs Megatronus embroidered, an old Kaonian tradition, meant everlasting and unbreakable.

Unfortunately, Orion couldn't even rely on his caretakers objecting to the union. They were far up in their caste that even their son marrying a famous gladiator couldn't harm their well-off position on Iacon's social latter.

Orion, being Alpha Trion's informal apprentice, meant that he couldn't use that as an excuse either, as long as Megatronus behaved himself and didn't cause any trouble above a misdemeanor.

Orion's carrier even brought out the cape they had used for their own ritual, the glyphs for love and closeness still a beautiful stark white against the imported organic rich red fabric.

The contented purr that rumbled from Megatronus told Orion that, as traditional, it would be tacked up and draped as a window cover (a way of showing family, friends, and the neighbors that the honeymoon period had begun, whether that be a period of uninterrupted platonic companionship or something not exactly canon), sooner than he had hoped.

The wedding was a blur, and Megatronus, thankfully, was more than happy to possess Orion any way that made him stay. As long as the little Iaconian was his, he'd have no qualms about catering to his desires.

With Orion tangled in Megatronus's cape, the other removed from the window to prevent sun damage, he expected that first of many visitors should be arriving soon. Ratchet and Ariel would likely be first, the three of them chatting while Megatronus unpacked the apartment, close to the Archives and the city center.

Everything was already turning out perfect.

Just Megatronus and Orion, a love story for the ages.

And all he had to do was make Orion say yes.

#maccadam #transformers #transformers prime #orion pax #megatron #pre war au #no war au #Youtube

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every AU where Kronos isnt trying to start a War, but the Hairbrush Scene still happens because Rachel really freaked tf out, Percy was probably too close when he picked his Weapon up and Rachel saw Guy she didnt know+Danger Magnet Percy+Weapon and went DANGER, MUST PROTECT FRIEND

That’s so valid of Rachel, over reacting queen there.

#anon asks #no war au #life answers #rachel elizabeth dare

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heartkeeper by postingpebbels

heartkeeper

by postingpebbles

G, 7k, wangxian

Summary: In Gusu, there is a story about the most beautiful man in the world—and the wager he gives to anyone who wants to take his hand in marriage. Being from Yunmeng, however, Wei Wuxian doesn't hear a word about this story until his aimless wandering brings him to the outskirts of Caiyi Town. (in which there is wei wuxian, a rabbit, and a secret.)

Kay's comments: Ah, this story! I've originally read the thread-fic on twitter; it was one of my favourites and the ao3 version doesn't disappoint either! The summary says it all and Wei Wuxian, during his time in Caiyi, befriends both Lan Wangji and his rabbit, xiao-tuzi and their interactions are very adorable. It's a very sweet, short get-together story and of course, who else could ever hope to gain the key to Lan Wangji's heart than Wei Wuxian?

Excerpt: When he unties Little Apple from her post the next day, Wei Wuxian isn't surprised that Lan Wangji didn't show up. What he is surprised by though, is the white, floppy-eared bunny perched on Little Apple's saddle. "Hi there," Wei Wuxian says cautiously. "You're not—Lan Zhan's rabbit, are you?" The bunny only twitches its tiny nose and tilts its head adorably. There's also a key attached to a chain around its neck, nearly hidden in the thick fur. …It's Lan Wangji's rabbit. Of course it is. Wei Wuxian sighs. "You can sit there if you'd like," he tells it, "but we're gonna have to share the space." Wei Wuxian is mildly disappointed that he's spending his morning with a donkey and a bunny, rather than a donkey and a beautiful man, but he appreciates the company nonetheless.

canon-divergence, animal transformation, no war au, shapeshifting, light convos about jiang family dynamics, light angst, getting to know each other, friendship, secret identity, wandering cultivator wei wuxian (he's on hiatus from the jiang sect), identity reveal, getting together, fluff, podfic available, @postingpebbles

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dorksidefiker · 2 years

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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers Generation One Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Skyfire/Starscream (Transformers), Jetfire | Skyfire/Starscream (Transformers) Characters: Wheeljack (Transformers), Skyfire (Transformers), Starscream (Transformers) Additional Tags: Titan!Skyfire AU, Cityspeaker!Starscream AU, AU, No War AU Summary:

A series of short, connected stories about a Space Station and his Cityspeaker.

#maccadam #skystar #skyfire #starscream #no war au

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afterglow-evie · 2 years

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I had a terrible nightmare today. And also very realistic. I walk near our hill, from which children go sledding in winter. People walk around, talking and laughing. Then, for no apparent reason, there is a terrible deafening roar and terrible screams. Sirens sound, children run and scream in fright, someone runs home or to their parents. Then I see the "mushroom" of their fire and smoke. I walk away horrified and send an audio message to my internet friend. I say that we have a nuclear explosion. I say not to worry about me, I will write as soon as possible. Then I take a few frightened children with me and hide with them under a strong concrete house. The shock wave hit us even faster than we thought and a few people just flew away. I don't know how, but I survived. I went towards the five-story building, which was near the garages. I come out from behind the turn and a military man in uniform comes to meet me. Without hesitation, they shoot me from a machine gun. Everything seems to be in slow motion. They hit me in the stomach, chest and legs. I feel my skin tearing and burning, followed by my organs. Everything is burning, the pain is indescribable. In the end, the pain reaches its peak and I die, falling to the ground. The next moment I wake up in some kind of "military" bunk in a dilapidated occupied building. I realize that I'm pretending to be one of them, posing as a man in uniform (like Mulan, yes). I made friends with some girl there, told her about everything that had happened to me and she decided to help me. Our main task was to get my phone in my apartment so that I could write to a friend. Make sure she's safe and go to her. I leave the building and realize that I, in fact, was left alone. Mom died, I no longer have friends and relatives, I was left on my own and my whole life is only under my control. For a while, I became unbearably afraid. But it suddenly becomes easier for me, because now I won’t be able to offend or anger my mother with something if I do something wrong. All responsibility for me rests solely with myself. Nothing prevents me from gaining experience and making mistakes ... well, that's it. We went with that girl towards my house (for some reason it was intact). We are again met by the military and begin to shoot. That girl sacrificed herself and gave me a chance to escape.