1. Wholesome one. Adam learns where his real family is and reunites with them. (Am I okay to make Adam and Lilith twins for it? Because I have one idea for it... hah)
2. Angsty one. The basement scene, where Adam learns his true origins
3. Angst one. The day... Sera starts to give Adam the pills to make him sick. Or maybe day, when Adam, as a small child, when he gets his legs paralyzed.
4. The "try and see where it goes" one. Different ending, where instead of holding onto Adam in hospital, Sera makes a run for it and manages to hide away... and now, few years later, when everything seems to be perfect... she returns. And she still wants her baby back.
@adambrainrot
AHHH YES TO ALL!! @fanofstuff01
Especially the last one that's perfect. He's fully grown now, married to his neighbor Lucifer who helped him, they have kids of their own and she just reappears out of thin air.
Adam and Lilith being twins just makes sense. Emily is his sister too.
A/N: It’s a very special someone’s BIRTHDAY!! @lemongingerart your constant support and love, literally keeps me going and your art is a gift to this world. Happy Birthday my lovely! Thank you @acrossthesestars for being beta on this!
Warnings: NSFW (😉) 18+ MDNI. Smut! P in V, fingering (f receiving), language, angst I guess. Oh and it’s really wet. Exhibitionism I don’t know no one is around 🤣
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3
Word Count: 2072
Pairing: Armitage Hux x F!Reader
Divider by: @firefly-graphics
10 years ago. Arkanis.
The rain was constant, an ever falling sheet of grey - but you loved it.
Not many people enjoyed living on Arkanis but you could always be found out in the thrumming weather, feeling it pound on your skin, soaking your hair and splashing over your eyelashes.
Right now you were hiding under a stone arch in a private corner of the Hux estate, waiting for him to come out and meet you. Agitated, you paced back and forth, casting glances towards the house - not that you could see it through the perpetual gloom. His message had sounded urgent and you only met here in dire circumstances, especially when the rain was this bad. It poured off the stonework, creating a waterfall effect that you just had to put your hand into. A second later it was gripped by another as he materialised out of the downpour.
“Armitage!” His arms went round you instantly, his mouth hot and wanting as he pressed his drenched form against your own.
“We don’t have much time,” he gasped, his eyes focussed on your lips as he stole another desperate kiss from you.
“What’s going on?” You managed to mumble, trying to figure out what got him in such a frenzy.
“My father. We’re leaving.” You pushed him away but still he tried to reach for you, to fill every moment with holding you, tasting you…like he was never going to see you again. His expression twisted, rage filtering through the desire and his hands dropped. “He says we have to leave, don’t ask me why. It’s safer if I don’t tell you.” He stepped away from you, his back to the house as he copied what you’d just been doing. The water parted around his stretched out fingers until he drew it back under the cover of the arch, giving it a shake before he fisted his hand.
“I won’t miss this.” He glanced over at you, taking in the slump of your shoulders as you tried to come to terms with what he'd just said and it was all you could do to stare back at him. His flaming red hair was plastered to his head and he ran a hand through it, just making it worse. His hair was a colour like no other. Even when wet it glowed with the fire of a dying sun. His skin was pale and his eyes as green as the churning sea at the base of the cliffs. His temper was turbulent to match, but that wasn’t his fault.
When you met Armitage he was just a shell, a terrified creature who was afraid of any affection. Touch, even some words, made him flinch and you had worked so hard to convince him to trust you. You had loved him from the first moment you saw him, but you had never admitted that to him. The pair of you had fallen into an easy relationship, exploring as you got older. Until now, when his father was carelessly ripping him from your life.
He said your name as he approached, his hands coming up to touch your cold wet clothes.
“Why do I feel like I’m never going to see you again?” You felt stupid for crying, for letting the emotion show, but all he did was swipe the surface of your skin, his eyes roaming over your face.
“You will.”
“But when, Armitage?” You whimpered.
“I don’t know. I don’t know.” He cursed, turning on his heel as he walked away, frustration filling his posture. This time he did look at the house, hatred evident in his gaze. “I tried to change his mind but you know how he gets.”
“How long?” He looked over at you, a hand in his pocket and sorrow in his glance, his eyes leaving you like he couldn't see the pain on your face anymore.
“Tonight.” Your eyes snapped up to his face, your heart giving one massive beat in your chest. Your mind ran through all the scenarios in record time, you even envisioned walking into the house and shooting Brendol yourself. Anything to stop him taking Armitage. Instead you decided you wanted to spend the last moments with him, feeling everything.
Rushing forward, he was ready for you. His hands went around your waist and tangled in the wet hair at the back of your head. Your mouths connected in a smash of teeth and tongues, the kiss intense, as the pair of you slammed into the stone. He turned your back to the wall, his body grinding into yours through the wet clothes, his body heat bleeding into you through the chill. Your hands gathered the skirts of your dress and he helped you, his body quivering with urgency. A loud gasp exploded from your mouth when his cold hand reached deep under the folds of material. He got down on his knees before you, his fingers freezing against the heat of your thigh, but then he reached your core and all rational thought left your brain.
He gently swiped you, running a fingertip over your clit and it made your legs shake. He gazed up at you, his pink lips drawn into his mouth as he watched the pleasure spasm over your face. When he pushed two fingers inside, your back arched and your eyes closed as you clenched around him.
“Look at me,” he demanded. You tipped forward, panting as he stroked that burning fire inside you into existence. It unfurled in your belly, spreading under your skin like a second layer. Your mouth opened to cry out and his gaze was hooded as he watched you respond to his touches.
Armitage liked it when he was in charge, he liked to see what he did to you, how he ruined you with his touch. You leaned forward so you could wrap a shaky hand round the back of his neck and he dutifully stood to kiss you, his fingers pumping in and out of you relentlessly.
Your hips canted and you released him to lean on his shoulder. You ground down on his hand, so close that the fever was becoming unbearable - but you knew he’d let you burn. He always did. Your entrance was slick, you could feel how easy it was for him to slide in and out of you, and then he added a third finger and your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.
“Look at me!” He demanded angrily. Snapping them open, you locked gazes. Even though it was dark, you could imagine the flush that had crept over his skin; the heat of his need always showed itself on his skin.
Armitage buried his fingers inside you, almost tipping you over the edge and a noise ripped from your throat. It echoed back to you but you didn’t care. The sound of the rain covered what was happening so no one would know. He did it again and this time, you buckled. Your legs almost gave out as they tingled and became numb in the wake of your intense pleasure. Your cries blended with echoes in the darkness as he helped you through, gathering all your wetness on his fingers, sending aftershocks to tremble through your limbs.
Finally he withdrew and stood, dragging the material of your dress up to your hips so he could grab at your thighs while he delved his tongue into your mouth. Your hands flew to his trousers, undoing the fastenings easily and pulling out his cock. He moaned into your mouth, hooking a leg around his hip as you guided him into you.
You were so wet he slipped in easily, pushing past your folds and spearing you in one go. He lifted your other leg off the floor, pushing you roughly into the arch as he found his footing.
Soon he found a steady pace. You held onto his shoulders as he moved you up and back against the wall in desperation to find his own release. Your fingers tangled in the dampness of his hair as his face buried in your neck. He huffed loudly, lust rising up from his throat and giving you all the noises you wanted to hear for the rest of your life.
Closing your eyes you tried to commit this to memory, the way his hot breath spread over your fevered skin; his fingers digging into your thighs, the intense feel of his cock as he dragged it in and out of you, striking you in all the places that had white spots crossing your vision.
His teeth scraped the column of your neck, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he reached his point of no return. Clenching your teeth you staved off your own release, you wanted to feel him throb inside you, wanted to feel every tremble that snaked under his skin, wanted to feel the way he filled you and the way he quivered with such urgency as he did. Closing your eyes, a soft tear ran down your cheek and you clutched him closer as his hips stuttered. He let out a deep moan of bliss as he spilled within you, a noise that seemed to eviscerate your insides and tipped your own body over the edge once again.
Your walls clenched tightly and he gasped, working his hips into you and heightening your pleasure until you barely knew your own name. But the numbness didn’t last long, it ended abruptly when he kissed you. It was sloppy but you didn’t care as he mumbled into your lips.
“I love you.” Your face scrunched up, trying not to spill anymore tears as the words unfurled painfully inside your chest. How long you had waited for him to say his feelings and now it was being snatched away from you.
“I-I love you, Armitage,” you whispered, giving him a piece of yourself as you did, a piece you knew you’d never get back. You clutched his clothes, not caring that his spend was spreading between your thighs, only that you were about to lose him and you had no idea if you’d ever see him again.
“I have an idea,” he whispered against your mouth. “We will always be listed on the Republic rosters. We know each other's IDs by heart so I will always be able to find you.” He was speaking quickly like he knew time was running out fast. “We can message each other when we’ve had enough. Will you promise to message me RUN and I will meet you.”
“But where? You could be anywhere in the Galaxy?” You were trying so hard to remember everything about him, your hands running over his arms, his neck, touching his lips, not wanting to let the emotion seep from that knot in your chest and ruin the last few precious moments you had together.
“Coruscant, it’s always easy to get there and we should allow a few days grace for each other to arrive.”
“Armitage, just don’t go!” You pleaded.
“Listen to me!” He grabbed your face with his hands, making you gaze into the glorious eyes. “Coruscant, the new passenger liner that goes from there to the Outer Rim.”
“The month round trip one?” You asked, trying to grasp onto the details even as you crumbled from the inside. He nodded, his thumbs stroking your skin, his eyes devouring your features as he searched your face.
“If I message you the next time it leaves Coruscant, I’ll be on it and if you message me you do the same so we can find each other.” A hurried kiss chased those words. His hands travelled up your arms, holding you tightly as if he was trying to imprint his hand prints into your skin. You reached up, hating the pain that furrowed his expression, your thumb trailed gently over his bottom lip, feeling his breath sigh out for just a moment. Nothing mattered right then except him, the intensity of your feelings for one another came to a head and he kissed you one more time. His grip eased and you tried to make it last longer but he was pulling away. The material of his coat threaded through your fingers and you were left with darkness and rain in your grip, accompanied by a deep pain inside that you weren’t sure you’d ever be able to overcome.
hmmmm “Please?” “Those eyes won’t work on me this time.” for connor & eliza in run!au?? i just think it fits them 🥺🥺
we shouldn't be (back) in this town
Eliza pouts, her bottom lip trembling. “But I want to show Will my daddy dolly!”
Before he can answer her, though, the doorbell rings. Saved by the bell. Literally. Connor chuckles internally as he walks to open the door and Eliza follows, padding close behind. Unlocking the door and keeping Eliza inside the house takes some doing, however.
Run.
Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven
Words: 2132
Pairing: Tony Stark & Reader
Timeline: Pre-Iron Man [1990, 1991, & 2000]
Other Info: Run AU
Summary: Reader is Tony Stark’s best friend and is flying across the country to start college. Tony is obviously nervous about Reader going away and makes her promise to call if she ever needs anything.
Author’s Note: This It’s an AU Based on HBO’s new series Run. Mostly just based on the concept of the show which is that when one character texts ‘Run’ to the another character, if the second character texts ‘Run’ back they’ll meet up and run away together. They didn’t have texting in 1990, so I had to improvise a bit. I really like this idea and will do more parts to this story if it does well.
September 1990
“I’m really going to miss you.” You confessed as you stood outside of the airport security. Your one hand was gripped tightly around a carry-on bag, the other on the shoulder of your best friend.
“I’ve already told you not to go a hundred times.” He yawned impatiently. “College is overrated.”
“That’s easy for you to say in your third year of MIT. You’re almost done. I’m only just getting started.” You reminded him.
“And I am proof that college does nothing for you, just ask my old man.” He scoffed.
“He’s not so bad.” You rolled your eyes. “He just needs a chance to get to know you better.”
“The man’s had seventeen years [Y/N]. I think we know as much about each other as we’re ever going to.” Tony sighed.
“I really have to go, I don’t want to miss my flight.” You told him apologetically.
“Sure, of course.” He nodded. “Oh but before you do, I want you to take this.” Tony handed you a small box hastily wrapped box. “Open it.” He insisted. You let go of your suitcase and unwrapped the package with both hands. Inside was a cellphone.
“Tony, these are really expensive. I can’t take this.” You insisted.
“They’re not that much.” He waved you off. “It was only like $1,00 bucks.” He shrugged. “And I’m footing the monthly bill for it, alright? There’s just one condition.”
“Always a catch, isn’t there Stark?” You laughed, still marveling at the piece of technology in your hands. Your own parents didn’t even have cellphones.
“Listen, I’m not kidding college sucks. Moving to the other side of the country away from your friends and family sucks more.” Tony said. “So, the only condition if you want to keep this cellphone is that if you get into any kind of trouble or you just can’t take it anymore. You call me. I don’t care if it’s the middle of the night or I’m in the middle of a class. If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine. Leave me a voicemail with only one word if you have to.”
“What should this one word be?” You asked. “We should pick it now, so we’ll know exactly what it is and it should work both ways. You call me and say the word if you need me too.”
“Okay. What’s our word? Better think quickly, because you’ve still got to catch that flight.” He reminded you.
“Run.” You decided. “If you ever call me and or I call you we just say ‘Run’ and hang up and the other will know what it means. Okay?”
“Okay.” Tony nodded. He kissed you on the cheek before ushering you into the security coral. He waited until he couldn’t see you anymore before turning and walking out of the airport.
December 17, 1991
It was the middle of the night. Your school had already ended the first semester of the school year. Your roommates had all driven or flown home to see their families. You were the last one at home, with a flight scheduled the next afternoon. You’d been awakened by strange chimes that were different than your usual alarm clock. Someone else must have left their alarm on before leaving for vacation. You thought as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. You turned on your bedside lamp and realized as your brain started to catch up, that it wasn’t an alarm clock chirping at all.
It was the ringtone on the cellphone that Tony had given you over a year ago. You’d used it a few times to talk with him or your parents back home, but you used it so infrequently that you often forgot that it even existed. By the time you fond the cellphone, beeping incessantly in your desk drawer, you had missed the call. You saw from the home screen that you missed a call from Tony. You called the voicemail number to see of if he’d left you a message.
“Hey ah, I don’t know if you remember this but, run. Anyway, if you remember what that means I, ah, I need you, Kid. How soon can you get home?
Luckily, you’d already planned on flying home. A quick glance at the clock told you your flight was scheduled to depart in three hours. You knew you’d be too anxious to sleep now knowing that Tony had called you. So, you decided to gather your things and head for the airport. In the cab ride over you called Tony back, he sent you right to voicemail.
“Tony it’s me. I understand if you don’t want to talk. I just want you to know that I got your message and I’m on my way to the airport. It’s a five-hour flight that leaves in three hours. Your house is my first destination after I land.”
When you landed eight hours later, Tony was standing in the airport pickup. His eyes were red and puffy like he’d been crying. He looked tired and his walk lacked its usual bounce. He pulled you close and wrapped his arms around you. He held you silently for several seconds.
“Thank god you’re here.” He whispered finally.
“Tony, now that I’m here, will you please tell me what’s go in?” You asked, not daring to pull away from him.
“They’re gone.” He told you quietly. “Howard and my mom.”
“Oh Tony.” You let go of the bags in your hands and wrapped your arms around him trying to pull him closer.
January 2000
“There she is, my second favorite person in the world!” Tony Stark entered the diner with the same usual boisterous swagger you’d grown used to over time.
“Second favorite?” You repeated, getting up from the counter stool so that you could hug him properly.
“Sure, c’mon who isn’t their own favorite person?” He laughed before dropping into a stool next to you. “It’s good to see you. It’s been awhile.”
“A month.” You nodded. “That’s the longest we’ve been apart since…”
“Since my parent died?” He interjected. “It’s okay you don’t have to dance around it, no one else ever does. Besides,” He pat your hand encouragingly. “We’re not here to talk about me, are we?” Tony pulled his phone out of his pocket and slid it across the counter towards you. You didn’t need to look down to see what he was showing you, but you did anyway. Open on the screen was a text conversation between the two of you. The most recent text was from you. Run. The usual place.
“I didn’t know if you’d remember.” You replied.
“Of course, I remembered.” Tony said. “The usual place, that part took a little while to work out. Then I remembered your unfathomable love for milkshakes and all the times you’ve dragged me here at ungodly hours of the night for one.” He gestured towards the strawberry milkshake that you’d ordered when you first arrived.
“I can’t help it if it’s the only place open that late that will serve me a milkshake!” You laughed. You reached over and sipped from your milkshake. Tony waited patiently for you to explain what was going on.
“So, what have you been up to?” You asked quietly.
“Oh, you know, working on stuff for the company. Dealing with the board members. That sort of thing. The end of the quarter is coming up, so things have been hectic.” He explained dryly. “How are things with you?” You sighed and closed your eyes. When you opened them, Tony’s face was much closer to yours. His warm brown eyes were watching you carefully.
“I have to move back to California.” You finally confessed.
“Oh. Oh, that’s what you’re worried about? If you want to move back to California, that’s not so bad. I’ve got the place in Malibu; we’ll still see each other all the time.” Tony breathed a sigh of relief. “I thought you were going to tell me something crazy like you were engaged or pregnant. Moving? You moved to California before.”
“Well…”
“Well? What’s ‘well’ mean?” Tony pushed.
“You’ve met Michael, right?” You bit your lip.
“Michael, the architect you’ve been dating for three years? We may have crossed paths once or twice.” Tony laughed. “Don’t tell me he proposed to you! Uh, he seems like the type to take you to a restaurant and put the ring in something; your drink, your desert. Where did he hide the ring, [Y/N]?”
“It’s nothing like that.” You assured him. “because he hasn’t actual proposed yet. But I am pregnant.” Tony stared at you blankly. You could practically see the circuits buzzing in his mind as he tried to process what you’d just said.
“You gotta give me something here, [Y/N].” He confessed at last. “Are we happy? Are we angry? Are we terrified? Whatever you need me to be I’m there.”
“Um, all three I think.” You told him.
“You’re going to need another milkshake. Can you have a milkshake when you’re…like that?” He asked, suddenly worried.
“Yes, Tony. I can have milkshakes.” You assured him.
“Alright, two milkshakes coming up.” Tony placed an order with the waitress behind the counter before looking back over at you. “So California?”
“Michael needs to move there for work and I can’t exactly raise a tiny human alone.” You pointed out.
“So don’t go.” Tony shrugged as if it were that simple.
“Tony…” You tried to argue but he interrupted you.
“No.” He shook his head. “You can stay here, and I-I’ll pay for everything. You wont have to lift a finger! We’ll get the kid nannies and tutors and we could get a butler. Are there still butlers in Y-two-K? Can a person go to school for butlering?”
“Tony, you hated all of your nannies and most of your tutors.” You reminded him. “Plus my kid deserves to know their dad, and Michael deserves the chance to be one.”
“Do you love him?” Tony blurted out.
“How could you ask me that?” You gasped.
“I want an answer, [Y/N]. Do you love him?” Tony pried. “Because you’ve been together for three years and you still have separate apartments. The man alphabetizes his CDs! He chews with his mouth open! More importantly, you told him that you’re pregnant and he hasn’t even suggested getting married?”
“Tony, don’t do this.” You begged him.
“Don’t make you say it out loud?” Tony held up his hands defensively. “That’s fine, no answer is just as good as saying it in my book. So, you don’t love him. Then don’t marry him. You want to move to California and give him a chance to be there for his kid? That’s fine. Don’t marry him.”
The waitress came by with your new milkshake order. Tony thanked her with a nod and buried his face in his hands. He sat like that in silence for several seconds. When he finally dragged his fingers from his forehead to his chin and eventually off his face entirely, his expression was a mask of composer.
“I want to renegotiate our deal.” He told you calmly.
“Our deal? A deal we made twenty-two years ago, when we were kids?” You asked him.
“I have a bad feeling about all of this.” He gestured between the two of you before pointing at your stomach. “Not the baby, about Michael. So, I want you to know that I’ll always be there for you. New rule. If one of us text run, and the other person texts run back, we don’t just drop what we’re doing. We pick a place to meet and we just go there and run away from our lives together.”
“Tony…” This time you let your sentence trail off on its own. An awkward beat past between the two of you.
“I’m serious, [Y/N]. You called me here, because you must, in some part of your brain, somewhere, think that this is a bad idea. Run is for emergencies and if you’re asking for my permission to move across the country to raise a kid with a guy you don’t love, this is how you get it. If you text run, I text run back and we drop what we’re doing. We hop on a plane, or train or whatever. We meet…in…Grand Central Station. We’ll get on a train together and leave everything else behind.”
“Okay.” You nodded. “Fine. If that’s what it’s going to take to easy your mind about the whole situation, fine, but only if my kid gets to call you Uncle Tony when they’re old enough to, and you promise that this doesn’t change anything between us. You’re still my best friend.”
“Alright then.” Tony sighed, reaching for his milkshake. “Call me Uncle Tony.”
Pairing: Hoseok/Jimin
Rated: T
Author: MotionlessMuse
Length: 9.4k
It does not take much for a soul to remain behind. All it takes is a sliver of doubt. A thought, a regret, a small inkling of a wish to remain - but souls are not meant to do so and yet Jimin's still here.
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Reccer’s Note:
I tried to rec a different ship for everyday and motionlessmuse just makes it so easy, cus she writes so many different ships all amazingly, this one is one of my favorite fics of hers. I love ghost aus and i feel like this one is a bit different too, and on a plus side there is definitely not enough jihope stories with unique plotlines so always nice to read one - Nana
