#POV: we bicker like an old married couple

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Ah yes, you know them. You love them. Lee. A chronic bitch.

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{🔥} Ellie (Eliza) / Lee

{🧨} They/Any

{💥} Co-Host / Protector-Persecuter / Productivity alter

{🎪} Human, probably / Like. Young adult?

{🎼} Agender / Demi-Aroace / Pan

Other Info:

{🎧} Leo and Ellie are siblings!

{🐞} Chronic Minecraft Player

{☄️} Associated Song: Crazy = Genius - Panic! At the Disco

{🎸} Associated with: Bright Red / Fire / Music and leather (especially in fingerless gloves)

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I love love loved thé Jenna ortega fic, could we get a p2 plzzzzzzzz?????

Endless Summer; Jenna/Reader

Summary: Jenna is back for the Summer, but this time Y/n changes her approach.

Content: 2nd POV. Infidelity, reader's softer/nicer side comes out, angst (with a happy-ending), kissing, fingering (reader receiving), teasing.

It's the hottest day of the year on record. People from the neighborhood were either laid out by the pool, baking in the sun, or inside under the blast of cold air. Summer was never your favorite season. Sure it's branded as the time of year when all the fun can be had but all it did was cause agitation and weird pressure to always be having fun.

The arguments in the family home were frequent during the summer time. Your parents argued as if you and brother were still little kids that they had to find a way to entertain. Usually the two of you would bond of your shared annoyance, but this year was different. Maybe one of your parents passed down the arguing gene because your brother was fighting with his girlfriend nearly everyday.

You were surprised that Jenna was still around. You were even more surprised that she would agree to spend the entire Summer with your family. It doesn't seem possible that that little situation you two had hasn't crossed her mind since. Surely she would expect it to be way too awkward to be around you, but she agreed to come anyway. Neither of you had really spoken to each other, and it's not because you still dislike her. How would anybody be able to talk to her when she was constantly fighting with your brother? Your parents...well at least they were married. Your brother and Jenna's relationship barely cracked the one year mark and they were bickering like an old married couple. Day in and day out someone in this house was furious and it made your head spin. You were always marked as the "moody" one who wasn't happy with any decision, but after this Summer, you deserve an apology!

"Well turns out we won't be going to the state fair because you father agreed to work a Saturday!"

"Okay, it's not a big deal, mom. Plus last time we went everyone got food poisoning from that hot dog stand. Remember?"

"Whatever...I'm going to the mall."

She stormed out with her purse thrown over her shoulder and a box of Marlboro Reds in the other. You don't know when she picked up the habit of smoking, but the grey hairs and extra lines in her face gave it away that she was stressed as hell. Both of the relationships you were surrounded by this Summer gave you zero hope and only affirmed your hook-ups-only behavior. Seeing everyone, especially your parents, crash and burn in these tightly wound relationships made you adverse to them. Maybe you could find someone to work it out with and leave harmoniously, but you aren't going to hold your breath for that moment.

Not even five minutes later after your mother's dramatic exit, your brother cam e bolting down the stairs, a complaint about Jenna on his lips. It was like the universe was giving you sign after sign.

"She can be such a bitch sometimes."

"Hey! Don't call her a bitch!"

"Oh so now you like Jenna?"

"It doesn't matter if I like her or not, don't call another woman a bitch in front of me!"

Sometimes you just wanted grab your brother by the ear and twist it in the same manner you would when you two were both ten years younger. Your parents had problems, albeit ones that could be solved with more communication, that were valid. Paying for a mortgage, other expenses, and your brother's college would cause anyone to crack. That was a lot of pressure for most people. They're getting older, crankier, and their patience has worn thin after raising two kids for more than two decades. You could see why they argued. Your brother and Jenna however were just kids. What would they even fight about? Where they're going to eat tonight? Who's party their attending? They seemed so young and naive compared to the real world problems owned by your parents'.

"She's always on my ass about something. I already have a mom, I don't need another one."

"Okay, well what are you doing wrong?"

"Why do you assume it's my fault?"

"I don't know Isaac, maybe it's because I know you? I've only been here for three weeks and so far I've watched you leave her here to go hang out with your high school friends. Don't you think she feels a little isolated?"

"She can come with me if she just asks."

"Who wants to hang out with Jake and Billy? Do they still make fart jokes and play with that whoopie cushion? They're grown ass men in a twelve-year-old's body, who wants to be around them?"

He sighs in frustration before rubbing his face in his hands. Your little brother needed to face the music; he's not built for a relationship. And you're not just saying that because you have your own thoughts about Jenna.

"Okay well...maybe I don't want to be tied down," he sounds so unsure of himself as he speaks. He looks around to make sure his girlfriend is nowhere in sight before continuing. "I just sort of miss my freedom. I really like Jenna and she's a great girl, but maybe I'm just not ready to commit."

"College boys are never ready to commit," you laugh.

You've seen your fair share of college relationships end because one party wants to continue on partying and that is usually the guy in the relationship. It was kind of sad seeing your little brother going through the same thing.

"If you don't want to be with her, you need to tell her. Don't keep her here all Summer just to dump her when you go back to campus."

"I didn't say I wanted to dump her!"

"Okay well you need to figure out what you're going to do, or else you're going to spend the Summer making each other miserable!"

You could tell Isaac wanted this conversation to end. You were broaching a truth that was too hard for him to face right now.

"Whatever...I'll be back in about two hours."

They say daughters are more like their mothers, and sons their fathers, but that couldn't be more untrue in this household. Your brother was avoidant just like your mother. And while you picked up on some of those traits too, you found that you weren't like either of your parents. Maybe in the past you were, but that changed the day you told them your date to homecoming your sophomore year was another girl.

Now your mother is racking up the credit card bill at the mall, your brother is probably heading to his weird friend's house, and your father is God knows where. That leaves you alone in the house with Jenna. You had a weird feeling in the pit of your stomach. Since that encounter with her you softened on Jenna. You were being a little bit of a bitch to her when she first came around and then you fucked her. You know you confused the shit out of her and that wasn't fair. You struggled to get the words 'I'm sorry' to come out of your mouth all of your life and it wasn't going to be easy now. But this was the first time you two were alone since that night. It's been months.

When you go upstairs to your brothers room you find that it's empty. You know she isn't downstairs, so they're is only one place she could be.

A week after that moment between you and Jenna, your mom found bikini bottoms in the jacuzzi. She called you to ask you about and you told her they were yours. They belonged to Jenna, but you didn't mind taking the blame. Surprisingly though she was didn't chew you out, but that resulted in her and you father moving it from the balcony to the backyard. It had been perfect on the balcony because it was so private, but now if you want to lounge in the hot tub you run the risk of one of the neighbors seeing you.

They replaced the jacuzzi with some lounge chairs thinking that their children wouldn't be enticed by some simple chairs. What they didn't understand that their balcony felt like an escape. It caught the breeze in the right way and faced away from the neighbors. It was relaxing and the perfect place to clear your head. And that's where you found Jenna.

She sat with her feet dangling over the concrete edge and she was holding onto the railing. You slid open the screen door and somehow she didn't hear it. You hated to disturb her, but you needed to talk to her.

"You know if you fall you can sue the shit out my parents. Maybe even pay off the rest of your college."

You try to lighten the mood but your joke falls flat when you see her face. She looks as if she's been crying with her eyes slightly puffy. Seconds later she turned away from you. You felt guilty despite not having done anything. You were on your best behavior, but you have this sinking feeling that you played some sort of role in everyone's agitation this Summer. So you join her as a way to keep her company.

"I heard everything."

"What do you mean?"

"I know Isaac wants to break up with me."

You heart drops at her confession. You didn't think about the possibility of her hearing the conversation you had with your brother. Now you feel awful.

"Jenna-"

"No, no, it's okay. At least you were defending me," she gives you a half-hearted smile. "I should've seen this coming though. He'd rather spend time with his boys than be with me no matter where we're at."

"Let me guess, he does this on campus too?"

Jenna nods her head in confirmation. You hate to bash your brother so you keep your mouth shut, but inside you're berating him for being so careless.

"Jenna, I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything. It's not your fault," she lets out a heavy sigh, one that makes your guilt feel deeper. "I called my parents, I'm going to be leaving next weekend. I'll break up with Isaac on Friday."

Everything about tonight has left you in a state of shock. The last thing you expected though was what just came out of her mouth. You felt remorseful that it had to get to this point, but largely you felt that way because you feel like your chance at a proper apology is now gone. To anyone else maybe it wouldn't matter since Jenna was going to be out of the picture anyway, but to you it did.

"Well if I can't be excuse my little brother's shitty behavior, then I can excuse mine. I wish I could change how things were between us last time."

"You mean you barely saying a word to me and then making me eat your pussy in a hot tub?"

You stared at her, mouth open in shock at how bold Jenna had become. She enjoyed seeing your reaction, finally feeling like she had the upperhand around you.

"I'm just messing with you," she continues. "I know I was probably annoying and coming off as a try-hard in the beginning. Now I just feel like there's not point anymore. I get a little sarcastic when I'm jaded."

"Well I would be a liar to say I'm not stunned by all of this, but in all honesty if you were like this from the beginning I've probably would've liked you instantly. I know that sounds shitty, but we're both making confessions today."

"Can I make another confession?"

"Go for it."

"I liked our night together. You were a little bit too mean for my liking, but I don't think I've felt the same amount of pleasure since."

You had called it the moment you two separated that night that Jenna wasn't use to sex like that. You smugly declared in your head that Jenna would be thinking about it over and over. Now that you've got confirmation about that after her telling you she's going to be leaving for good, you don't feel like taking victory laps. Instead you feel a little sad knowing this is going to be your last moment alone together. It was bittersweet.

"Well my confession about that night is that I thought about it my entire drive home. Knowing more about you know I guess I feel a little bit shitty about it and wish I could override it with another moment."

Jenna focused less on the confession of your internal feelings of shame and more on what was between the lines. You wanted another moment alone with her to do something similar but under a different circumstance. She was blinded by her own desire of needing someone to be there for her to stop herself from kissing you. Her night was suppose to end going to the beach tonight with Isaac to look at the stars, but instead it was going to end with her finding comfort in his sister.

Jenna's kiss was much more powerful than you expected. This side of her felt more true and honest than that happy-go-lucky girl she first met. You wish you'd seen right through that act and got through to her in a different way, even if she says she liked it. Her lips dance against yours in a bruising kiss. You feel her tongue poke at your lips and you let her in. You kiss her as if she was something more than just a hook-up because that's what she needs, and you need to feel better about yourself.

You feels her arms wrap around your neck when she fully turns her body to you. Her legs no longer dangle over the dangerous edge of the balcony. She presses her front into you and you hum in delight. She feels so warm and her lips taste so sweet, but it was a different flavor chapstick that she used this time. Everything about her seemed so different that you struggled to be in control. But, apart of you didn't care about who is or is not in control of the situation. You let things happen naturally, and it felt naturally to let Jenna guide you this time.

"I want you to take your shorts off," she says between kisses.

Each second passes and she seems more and more desperate for the affection. She was touched starved to say the least. You give her what she wants and slide off your lounge shorts without breaking her kiss. She presses into you once you're just in your panties and you yield. Your back meets the rug that replaced where the jacuzzi use to be. Her hand comes between your legs and she rubs your clit through your panties. You don't mean to break the kiss but you throw your head back and moan in delight.

"Fuck Jenna!"

She loved hearing your moans more this time because something about them sounded so different this time. She takes this moment to place her face in your neck and suck at your sensitive skin. She could feel you melting beneath her. You embraced every moment instead of shying away or trying to change anything. She keeps rubbing your clit just to feel your hips rise and legs shake. You can't keep yourself still because the pleasure is too good. A wet spot appears on your panties and you can feel just how sticky you are now. Your pussy was beginning for more attention instead of being touched behind a barrier of fabric. And Jenna could feel that.

Jenna slides her hands into your cotton panties and she moans feeling your slick against her hands. It makes her grow wetter in her own panties. She glides straight over your clit and her fingers slide into your pussy with ease. You let out a blissful sigh instead of a full blown moan. You love the feeling of her nimble fingers filling you up.

"You like that? You like that Y/n? You like me being on top and fucking you with my fingers?"

In that moment she wasn't your little brother's girlfriend, she was a girl who shared the same feelings as you. Fucking her in this capacity felt much more natural that you questioned whether she got with the right sibling.

You don't respond to her. You just close your eyes and let her fingers pump into you. She curls them inside of you and massages your sweet spot and you swear you're seeing stars. She pulls away from your neck to sit up and look down at you. She can see how hard your nipples are through your tank top and it makes her desire grow even more. She bends down again and catches the fabric between her teeth. Jenna exposes your tits and quickly takes your nipple into her mouth.

"Yea! Just like that! I really, really like that!"

You were desperate for release and Jenna loved that. It wasn't the control, but the fact that she was apart of something where both parties were excited for each other. So much with Isaac felt one-sided that it warped her perspective on what she wants. You weren't doing anything to her yet she felt like you were giving her so much.

"I want to make you cum," Jenna sounds just as desperate as you now. "I want you to cum for me, Y/n."

You nod your head fervently. It was like you were saying 'I'm sorry' over and over again and she was accepting the apology. She overwhelmed you with her fingers in your pussy, mouth on your tits, and now her thumb pressing against your clit. Your moans were turning into weak whimpers and you release all over her fingers. There was no room for embarrassment, just nothing but pure pleasure. Jenna, of all people, made you feel like you were in heaven. You wanted to show your gratitude for her, so instead of letting the post-orgasm lull hit you, you grabbed her face with both hands and crashed your lips against hers. It's been so long since you've kissed someone intensely or even felt like this. Everything feels so heightened that it makes sense you blurted out, "I want to eat your pussy," in between a heated kiss.

It was only fair that you ate her out, and you were more than happy to end up between her legs. She laid down where you once did and you pried her legs open. She wore a skirt and the smallest panties you've ever seen.

"Did you know this was going to happen?"

"It wasn't for you," she admits, "but I'm glad you're the only one who's ever seen me wear something like this."

The fabric was so thin that her pussy almost swallowed it. It left nothing to the imagination and it was interesting to see Jenna wear something like this. With cheap material like that, it was easy for you to rip it off of her body. She squeals in amusement and sits up so she can watch you take the first lick of her needy pussy. Instantly her taste floods your senses. You feel her hand intertwine with yours as you begin to move your tongue across every inch of her swollen pussy. You loved how she felt against your tongue and you cursed yourself for not doing this last time. You lick and suck at her, producing the lewdest sounds imaginable. You hope the sound doesn't care in the soft breeze, but you also don't give a fuck anymore. The only thing you could think about was Jenna. You rub the underside of her thigh with your other hand and keep her legs nice and spread for you. She can't pull her eyes away no matter how fast it makes her heart pump.

"Y-You're so good at this," she whines.

You had put your ego away to show that you were sincere, but it was like she was calling it to come out. Hearing her praise you only made you work her pussy some more. You wrap your mouth around her clit and suck on it. The attention makes her shake and grab onto the back of your head. She pushes your face into your pussy as if you would even dare to move away. You wanted to leave in this moment forever; the moment where you lick and suck her while she moans in pleasure for you. You hum against her wet pussy and that sends her overboard. You feel the flow of cum drench the lower half of your face and you don't pull away until you lick up every drop.

It was all the desire she still felt inside of her that made Jenna crash her lips against yours for one more sloppy kiss. Her cum mixes with both of your saliva in a lewd way. Jenna never gets this nasty during sex but she did not care just like you didn't.

The sun has completely dipped over the horizon before you two finally calm down. You lay with back flat against the rug, staring up at the sky while Jenna grabs the remnants of the panties you ripped off of her.

"I accept your apology, Y/n," she says as when she finally joins you, laying her body next to yours.

"Thank you."

It's the last thing you said to her with just the two of you alone. She didn't wait to Friday to break up with Isaac, in fact she did it the next day. Jenna took the dissolving her relationship easier than Isaac did. Your mother used it as an excuse to do something that wouldn't require everyone to join now that there was some awkwardness to that. She would take you and Jenna shopping to have "girl time" aka time where she could rant about your father and blow off some steam. It seemed weird that her now ex-boyfriend's mother was still being so kind to her even though she wasn't obligated to, but she embraced it. You and her didn't get to talk much over your mother's new stories of life, but that was okay. You don't think this is going to be the last time you see Jenna.

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Pussy (Jude Bellingham)

A/N: Angsty one

Warnings: Slightly toxic jude; pushy reader; very light injury

Y/N's POV:

Jude knows I'm not a virgin. Him and I were best friends for so long, but we got romantic, technically more confused, about 2 months ago. I kissed him on a drunken night, and then he stayed the night with me. Not sleeping with me though. Then he popped the 'what are we' question. I've liked Jude for a while, but I can't help but feel like he doesn't feel the same way. He's not that romantic with me. He doesn't want to take me on dates or get me flowers, but he always wants to be touching me or have me touching him. He never calls me his, but never lets anyone near me. I've asked him about a relationship, and he explained to me how he moves around too much, and he only wants the best for me. I understand where he's coming from. If he just wants to stay friends, I get that. Even if he just thinks of me as a bootycall, I get that. At this point, I don't even know what he wants. He refuses to have sex with me.

Jude is sitting with me on my couch. He has his head on my chest and my hands are running through his hair. I've been staring at the back of his head for the past 5 minutes, contemplating our relationship. My train of thoughts is interrupted by Jude asking me the time. "8:32. Why?" I ask him. "I'm gonna go out with the boys at 9:30. I think they're bringing the girls, too. You're welcome to come." He tells me. Jude had his friend group and I had mine. Him and I have known each other forever, but we introduced our friends to each other a few years ago. We all turned into one huge friend group, some of my friends dating his, so our hangouts are usually quite fun for both of us. "Yeah, I'll come. Let me get ready."

"Hey, babes. You coming out today? Did Jude tell you?" Milly asks me. I put my phone on speaker phone and continue doing my makeup. "Yeah, he told me. I'm getting ready now." I tell her, brushing my cheeks with a rosy pink. "Alright. Need a ride? Jane and I are sharing an Uber. Want to share with us?" She asks me. "Nah, it's alright. I'm coming with Jude." I reply. "Ooohh. Juju's bringing his missus?" Jane, in the background, says in a singsongy tone. She's obviously already begun her drinking for the night. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. See you lot there. Love ya's"     I tell them, hanging up.

"Ready? Whoa." Jude says, looking up from his phone, leaning against the door frame. He walks over to me and wraps his arms around my waist, his face in the crook of the neck and swaying us back and forth. "You look and smell amazing, love." He says, placing a light kiss on my neck. I can feel my stomach doing somersaults. This is the most affection Jude has given me basically ever. "We should go." He says, pulling away from me. I immediately feel cold when he leaves me, and I don't think it's because of my barely-there dress that I have on.

"A round of tequila shots for the table, please!" Maya orders for the table. "Sooo..." Milly says, nudging me. "So, what?" I know what. She's going to ask me what Jude and I are and then get disappointed by my answer. "You know what, Y/N!" Jane says before going to take a sip of her boyfriend's drink (which she's drinking due to the ban on her buying one for herself), which is quickly snatched away from her. She pouts at him, and he explains how he'd like to see her alive by the end of the night. Those two bicker like an old married couple. It's more adorable than anything. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Josaiah. Anyways, how are you and Jude??" Jane says, brushing her boyfriend off her. "Same old..." I say, disappointedly stirring my martini. "You guys haven't even had sex yet? After he dragged you out of the club last weekend for dancing on that guy, I thought you would for sure get a good fucking." Milly says, shocked. "I thought so too, but apparently not. He just gave me a lecture about how 'guys can be dangerous' and how I should be more responsible." I say, finger quoting him. "Literally, who the fuck is this guy?" Phoenix chimes in, dropping the shots she received from the bar on the table."He's always loving on you and shit. Why can't he just commit?" She says frustratedly. She gets more angry about how guys treat me than I do. She's always been super protective of her girls. "He's not even worth your stress. Bottoms up." Milly says, passing out the shots to everyone, not including Jane to avoid an earful from her boyfriend.

"What are you pretty ladies up to?" I look back to where the voice came from. I see Jude and Alex standing there with their drink in hand, not paying a single ounce of attention to me. "Hey, baby." Phoenix replies, avoiding eye contact with Jude, still upset at his treatment toward me. Alex walks up to his girl, placing a hand on Phoenix's shoulder, giving her a kiss. Gets up to sit with her boyfriend on the other table. Alex takes this opportunity to sit next to Phoenix. Jude, however, continues looking for a seat. I make some space next to me and call out to him. He locks eyes with me and I pat the booth chair. Jude sits down and scoots next to me. I look around me to see all the happy couples loving on each other. Jude is talking to Toby when I cling onto his arm like a baby koala.

"Jude!! Come dance with me!!" I say, high on adrenaline. All of a sudden, this sad night turned into a very fun one. The DJ played some of our favorite songs and my girls pushed me to dance with them. With enough alcohol in my veins to keep me confident, I agree and I'm having so much fun. Jude shakes his head at me, sipping on his drink. I roll my eyes and walk over to him. I grab his hand and pull him. He leaves his drink and friends behind as he resistingly walks with  me. I start dancing with him, and it gets a little more heated than expected. He has his hands on my hips, damn near at my ass, and my arms are slung around his shoulder. I move my hand to his face and he looks away from me. I grab his face with both my hands and make him face me. We lock eyes and I kiss him. At first, he's timid and resistant, but after a while he eases into him. I hear a few shouts and catcalls from his friends before I decide it's time to go. I'm sick of this playing around shit. I'm going to get what I want from him today. What we both want.

I push him against the door and kiss him hard. His hands are hovering over my ass, but not touching. What is this guy so scared of? I break the kiss and reach behind me. I keep eye contact with him and grab his hands and put them firm on my ass. "Mhh...Y/N, we shouldn't..." He moans into my mouth. "Why not?" I say, grinding against him. He pushes my hands off him and grabs me. He kneels down to my eye level. "You're drunk." I sneak a light kiss on his lips. "I'm not. And neither are you. Don't be a pussy." One thing about Jude is that he doesn't get mad, but when he does, he is scary. He's a 6'2 professional athlete. As gentle as he is, he can hurt you if he wants to. One thing you never want to call Jude Bellingham is a coward.

I can see Jude's eyes go dark as that leaves my mouth. I know it was a bad idea, but I need a reaction from him. He flips me over and slams me against the wall I had him pinned against just a second ago. I hit my head relatively hard against the wall. I look away from him and the back of my head with my hand. This is quickly stopped with Jude's hand being wrapped tightly around my throat. The breath is stolen away by him. This isn't the reaction I expected, but it's better than nothing. "Say that shit again. I dare you." He says. My hands are pulling at his much bigger ones around my neck. "You're. A fucking. Pussy." I say, in between gasps for breath. Jude's grip tightens around my neck. He pulls me towards his face. I feel his breath fanning against my face. I see something in his eyes that I can't identify. He lets me go roughly, making me hit my head again. That was really aggressive, but maybe he just likes it like that. I don't mind. I look up at him, his eyes much softer now.

I lead Jude into my bedroom after that very rough interaction. I sit him down on my bed and get on top of him. "I'm sorry." I tell him. Maybe I went too far. I shouldn't play about stuff like that. Jude starts loving on me and apologizing. He's kissing my neck. "Mhh. It's okay. I liked it." I mean, I didn't love it, but it's Jude, so it's okay. I take off my dress and go in to kiss him. I feel him get hard underneath me. That's a good sign. He bucks up into me as I kiss his neck. I take off his shirt. He has his hands spread out, not touching me. Normally he's all over me. Maybe he's not like that while having sex. I start grinding on him and he's letting me, but still not touching me. I feel his semi go completely soft. What happened? Maybe I should suck him off. Guys like that.

I unbutton his pants and slip them off. I reach for his dick and squeeze it. "Y/N." Jude says in a serious tone. I continue stroking him through his underwear. "Y/N." I hear again. "What, Jude? What is it??" I ask him, desperately. I pull my hands away from him. "We shouldn't do this. You're drunk." He says. What is wrong with this guy? I'm barely tipsy. He's so open to shut me down when I want something, regardless of how I feel, so if he doesn't want this he can just say it. "Jude. I am fucking sober and we both know that!" I yell at him. How come the one time he needs to shut me down and shut me out he can't. Jude quickly jerks me off him, leaving me to fall to the bed, hitting my head on the headboard. "Fuck!! What is your fucking problem?!" I ask, rubbing my head. I basically have a concussion at this point.

Jude's POV:

How do I tell my best friend that I'm madly in love with that I'm scared to have sex with her? Not because of her or anything she's like, but I don't want to hurt her. Not emotionally. I would be the best boyfriend to her. No one could treat her better than me. Physically. She's so small, and I'm so...not. I get up, ignoring her cries of pain. I walk around the room to find my shirt. "Jude!! I'm talking to you!" I hear from behind me. Why does she have to make this so hard? Just let me leave without a fight. "Why won't you fuck me?! Or date me?! Or anything?! Man, all you fucking guys are the same! You take what you want and then leave before you get too fucking scared!" Ouch. Her voice sounds shaky. I hope she's not crying. I finish buttoning my shirt and grab my pants. "Jude, please..." She sounds scared. I finish putting my pants on and grab my shoes. I sit down at the end of her bed where she lies. "You're a fucking pussy." Does this girl not learn? I finish putting on my shoes. "Why can't you get it in your fucking brain that I don't want to hurt you? I've seen what guys have done to you. Who's going to be your Jude when I do that to you? That's why I won't date you. And I won't fuck you because I'm me and you're you. You were wrecked every time your 5'6 whiteboy would fuck you. Crying to me about how your legs, and your back, and your arms, and whatever the fuck else. I'm not going to be the one to do that. Not to you." I look down at her as I stand up from my place on the bed. She looks crushed, tears running down her face.

Y/N's POV:

Wow. I am an asshole. I see Jude's remorseful but exhausted face. I don't even realize that I'm crying. "I'm so sorry, Juju." I say, reaching for his hand. He sits down next to me. I tuck myself into his chest and he rubs my head, where he hurt me multiple times. As I start to doze off, I feel Jude getting up. "Where are you going?" I ask him. He walks out the bedroom door. I quickly get up and put on my robe and house slippers. I see Jude at my front door with his hand on the doorknob "Jude?" I ask him. Without even looking back at me, he turns the knob and walks out. Wow. Maybe I wasn't wrong about him.

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Blind!Joff curiouscat prompt fill

1. Joffrey was born blind. King Viserys I decided to betroth him to Daeron.

“You know why the king betrothed you to me?” Joffrey asked Daeron on their wedding night. He was sitting on the bed, clouded pupils looking into the void. The wedding ceremony was small and private, only the couple’s family and a few royal lords presented to witness them exchanging vows. A small banquet was held to celebrate their union. Joffrey let himself be led by his new husband and uncle, to the altar, to the feasting table and finally to their shared bedroom.

“I don’t.” Daeron replied, his voice coming from somewhere in front of Joffrey, “and I have no intention of knowing. But you seem to be determined to enlighten me.”

“Because you are dispensable.” Joffrey said with a laugh. Daeron was right. Joffrey was going to tell him no matter what. At least his husband was not stupid, Joffrey mused.

“Is there a reason why you want to make me hate you?”

Daeron’s words caught Joffrey in surprise. No one told him that his husband had a sharp tongue. Again, Daeron was right. To an extent. Joffrey assumed Daeron didn’t want to marry a useless blind man who couldn’t even ride his own dragon. Joffrey was just making sure. If Daeron did hate him, at least Joffrey proved himself to be as useless as he thought.

“You want people to hate you, don’t you?”

Joffrey felt the mattress sink in next to him, indicating that Daeron had sat on the bed and was dangerously close to him.

“You want people to hate you so you can dwell in your own misery.” Daeron continued, his words sharper than daggers, “you want me to say that I don’t want to marry a blind bastard, that you are a burden, an anomaly in the family, don’t you?”

Why? Why Daeron could speak Joffrey’s mind for him?

“Shut up.” Joffrey said with gritted teeth.

“Sorry to disappoint you, husband.” Daeron’s voice came closer, Joffrey could almost feel his husband’s warm breath on his skin, “but I don’t hate you. You have no idea how long I have waited for this.”

Joffrey felt a hand gently cradled his face, rough fingertips dancing on his cheek, sending chills down his spine.

“I know you will be mine the moment I laid eyes on you.” Daeron leaned in, planting a small kiss on Joffrey’s nose, “you know why the king betrothed us? Because I fought for it. I fought for the right to marry you. I cried so hard and threw the biggest tantrum of my life to fight for you.”

Joffrey blinked as he felt a warmth on his lips. He was blind, so to him, keeping his eyes open when being kissed was perfectly normal. He only saw darkness anyway.

“If only you could see. How beautiful you are.” Daeron wrapped his arms around his little husband, contented that he finally had Joffrey to himself.

All his life, Joffrey had never felt the urge to see, not even once. He had accepted the darkness long ago. But now, now he wanted to be able to see so badly, not to see himself, but to see his husband.

“Let me feel you.” Joffrey whispered, lifting his hands up to cup Daeron’s face.

“Take your time. We have all the time in the world, husband.”

2. Daeron pov when he first meets Joffrey

“I want you to be on your best behavior.” Alicent warned her children. Aegon was clearly not impressed, Helaena’s mind was absent as usual, Aemond grunted, only Daeron gave his mother a small nod.

“Seven help me.” Alicent muttered to herself before standing up, fixing her headpiece and collar, making sure not one single wrinkle could be seen.

“Why are we up this early?” Aegon asked in a small voice.

“Our sister is coming to visit our father.” Aemond replied, “Mother thinks Rhaenyra is plotting something.”

“Mother thinks everyone is plotting something. She even thinks I am plotting against her by skipping my class.” Aegon mused.

“Funny that she thinks you have the brain for it.”

Aemond and Aegon began to bicker with each other. Daeron sighed and rubbed his temple like an old man. He had just turned 8 and joined his brothers in training, but sometimes he thought he was the maturest one among his siblings.

“There’s a butterfly on your shoulder.” Helaena whispered, not looking at Daeron but somehow Daeron knew she was talking to him. But the strange thing was, there was no butterfly or any other kind of bug on Daeron’s heavily embroidered coat.

They met Rhaenyra’s family at the throne room. The crown princess was beautiful as always, belly swollen and a small silver haired child in her arms, her loyal husband, the Rogue Prince, at her side. Jacaerys and Lucerys stood slightly behind her. There was another boy, a few years younger than Daeron, clung to Jacaerys’s side. He kept his head down, small hands grabbing a handful of his brother’s pants. To Daeron’s surprise, there was a small black whelp perched on the boy’s shoulder, spiked tails around his neck. How strange. No one was allowed to bring their dragon to the throne room. That was probably why Queen Alicent looked so pissed.

He must be Rhaenyra’s third son, Joffrey. For some reason, the crown princess had never brought the boy to court, so this was the first time Daeron laid eyes on him. Daeron was immediately enchanted. Joffrey must be such a spoiled menace to bring his dragon to court, but why did he act so innocent?

A knight announced the arrival of the king and everyone turned to the entrance of the room, except for Joffrey. The boy clearly heard the announcement but he looked like he didn’t know where the king was. Jacaerys whispered something in Joffrey’s ear as he guided the boy to turn around. Joffrey finally lifted his head up, and Daeron was struck.

Joffrey’s eyes were a perfect combination of soft brown and light violet, like chocolate cake with lavender icing. There was no light in those beautiful pupils.

Daeron learned later that day that Rhaenyra was seeking a possible betrothal for her blind son Joffrey, ideally a son of the king himself. Queen Alicent was not impressed but Daeron was thrilled. He knew this was his chance.

He started to cry in front of the king and said between hiccups that he didn’t want nephew Joffrey to be married to anyone other than him.

3. Can you write a little porn with Daeron's POV 🥺 I'm a sucker for tender sex

“I am going to touch you now.” Daeron said, his soft voice drowned out by the crackling of the hearth.

Joffrey nodded. He was lying on the bed in just a simple gown, his pale neck and ankles visible in the candle light. Joffrey’s eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling, unfocused pupils like a pair of obsidian orbs.

Daeron gently placed his hand on Joffrey’s wrist, moving slowly up to the brunette’s forearm, elbow, arm, shoulder, all the way to his collar bone. Joffrey shivered under his touch, goosebumps forming on his skin.

“Don’t be scared. I am not going to hurt you.” Daeron assured, sliding his hand into the collar of the gown. His fingers danced on Joffrey’s bare chest, feeling the muscles contract under his fingertips.

“I am not scared.” Joffrey replied with shaky voice. His eyes were still wide open, but his breaths quickened, nostrils flaring like he had just come back from a run.

Joffrey didn’t lie. He was not scared, but the sensation of being touched by a stranger was new to him. He was now completely at mercy of someone he didn’t really know. For a blind man like him, lack of vision only enhanced his other senses. Joffrey was extremely sensitive, and Daeron’s gentle touch kept sending chills down his spine. He had to bite his lips to stop himself from moaning.

Daeron was excited to explore Joffrey’s body. Joffrey was just as beautiful as he had imagined, skin pale from all the time he spent inside the castle. So beautiful that the gods decided to take his vision away.

“I am going to kiss you.” Daeron leaned down and stopped inches from Joffrey’s inviting lips.

“On the lips?” Joffrey asked, clearly sensed Daeron’s breath on his lips.

“Yes. That’s how couples kiss.”

“I’ve never been kissed on the lips before.”

“I’m honored to be your first, then.” Daeron smiled and sealed their lips into a tender kiss. He slowly licked Joffrey’s lips, before pushing his tongue into the brunette’s slightly parted lips, invading Joffrey’s mouth and chasing his shy tongue.

Joffrey let out a surprised moan. He had no idea a kiss could make him go numb and melt like a pool of mud. He knew he had to spread his legs and let his alpha have their way, but he didn’t know they had to kiss.

Daeron’s fingertips now moved to Joffrey’s nipple. He circled around the pink bud using his nails before pinching it, making Joffrey jump in surprise.

“What are you doing?” Joffrey hissed, trying to move away.

“Relax. I am just trying to pleasure you.” Daeron grabbed Joffrey’s hip to keep the boy in place, “Do you not like me fiddling with your nipples?”

“I don’t know.” Joffrey replied, embarrassed, “No one touched there before. I am just, surprised.”

“Let me know if you start to feel uncomfortable.” Daeron kissed the boy’s eyelids, feeling the slight tremble of the thick lashes. He began to pinch Joffrey’s nipple again and his other hand slid between the boy’s legs, into the warm wetness that had never knew another one before.

Joffrey whimpered and finally closed his eyes.

4. What if Joffrey somehow got his eye sight back (magic or something like that)

It happened in one ordinary morning. Joffrey woke up in Daeron’s arms, warm and content, evidence of last night’s sex still on his skin. Joffrey had never expected he would enjoy sex, or even get one in his life, but Daeron proved him wrong. Joffrey was very sensitive due to his lack of vision, all his other senses sharper than most people, making him easily overwhelmed. Daeron liked to explore his body, kissing Joffrey’s skin inch by inch as if worshipping a holy relic.

Joffrey stayed absolutely still while waiting for his brain to fully awake. He had woken up earlier than Daeron before, and every time Joffrey would stay in his husband’s arms, his head resting on Daeron’s chest, listening to Daeron’s steady heartbeat. Joffrey didn’t dare moving, for fear of waking his husband unnecessarily. Joffrey had no way of telling whether it was morning or night, since his world was always dark, so he always waited for Daeron to wake up on his own.

Today was different. Joffrey felt something bright on his eyelid, so bright that it hurt his eyes. He blinked, and blinked again, but the brightness was still there.

What was this? Could it be?

Sunlight?

Joffrey sat up abruptly, the familiar darkness had now turned to grey, he could make out some blurry lines in his vision.

Joffrey knew this was not a dream. He had dreamed about him regaining his vision before, but in those dreams, he never actually saw anything. He had no idea what everything looked like. Bed, chairs, curtains, all new and strange for him.

“Joff? What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?” Daeron’s familiar voice came from his left side.

Joffrey slowly turned his head to the left. In the blurriness, he saw a young man’s face. Defined eyebrows and a straight nose. Slightly pursed lips. Worried eyes. Features that he had felt numerous times under his fingers.

Joffrey had no idea how a handsome man should look like, but he knew his husband must be one of them.

“Joff?”

“Daeron, I think I can see your face.”

5. 👀 i need to know Joff's family + his husband's family reaction.

His family were thrilled to learn that their poor Joff had miraculously regained his vision. Rhaenyra burst into tears; she always blamed herself for Joff’s blindness. There must have been something wrong in her womb. But now, all those years, her boy could see again. Thank all the gods, old and new, for this miracle. Joff’s brothers were happy too. Jace and Luke were the ones helping Joffrey the most growing up. The brothers were glued at the hip; Jace and Luke always made sure Joffrey didn’t bump into anything. Even Daemon shed a tear or two after learning the news. He had insisted that Joff take dragon rider lessons even though the boy could never actually fly on dragon back. Now all those lessons might just pay off.

In short, everyone was happy except for Daeron. Don’t get him wrong, of course Daeron wanted Joffrey to have his sight back, but he didn’t like the idea of sharing Joff with anyone, including Joffrey’s own family. That was why Daeron stood alone, outside of the exciting crowd around their bed. The curtains were only drawn a creak, letting a small ray of sunlight through. Joff’s eyes were still sensitive so it was better to keep the room dim.

“Mother.” Joffrey tugged Rhaenyra’s sleeve, a habit he had grown to get her attention.

“What is it, Joff?” Rhaenyra kissed her boy’s forehead, her arms still tightly wrapped around him.

“Can I go see the king tomorrow? I am tired.” Joffrey said apologetically.

“Of course. I am so sorry, Joff, we should give some time to process.” Rhaenyra threw some glances at her husband and sons, all of them nodding and getting up to leave.

“I will see you tomorrow, Joff.” Jace waved at his little brother.

“With a lot of lemon cakes.” Luke said cheerfully, drawing a small smile from Joffrey.

“Get some rest, son.” Daemon patted Joffrey’s shoulder before leaving.

Several minutes later, the room finally regained its quietness. The silence stretched for a moment before it was broken by Joffrey.

“Daeron? Will you come to the bed, please?”

Daeron only remained in the room because he had forgotten that Joff could see him now. He had done this before, observing Joff without the boy noticing. It seemed that his fun was now ruined.

“Aren’t you tired?” Daeron walked to the bed, stopping at the edge, looking down at Joffrey.

“I am.” Joffrey lifted his head, soft brown eyes focusing on Daeron. He smiled at his husband and held his arms out. “Will you join me, husband? I can’t sleep without you.”

Now that was something Daeron hadn’t expected. He was so afraid of losing Joff. Joff was a charming young man, well loved by his family, and Daeron was only able to have him because of his blindness. He had to depend on Daeron, but now Joff had gained his vision back, why would he still stay at Daeron’s side?

“I thought I would lose you.” Daeron whispered after taking Joff into his arms.

“To what?” Joff smiled and nuzzled Daeron’s neck. “You are stuck with me now. Too late to get rid of me.”

“Never.”

[one-strugling-bean]

DSMP Fanfic Rec List because I’m bored - part 1

(IF YOU READ ANY OF THESE, DON'T FORGET TO COMMENT - even a simple "great work" or "this was a lot of fun" suffices, just  comment)

Manburg vs Pogtopia Era (lots of Manburg cabinet, Pumpkin Duo, and Schlatt studies)

depressing final moments for an equally depressing man by cottageaddict

Your chest aches, a twinge you can’t quite place shooting through your ribs, and all you can do is sigh and lift the bottle to your lips once again.

“Are you- Are you drinking?!”

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I’m a big fan of 2nd person narration and this particular work delivers it beautifully. I also adore the way they wrote Schlatt - the fear of death, the understanding and semi-acceptance of all the wrongs he’s done to everybody, and his response to it all being just Well fuck *proceeds to drink more* - he’s so very much in character.

That very specific, and honestly pretty fucking sad implication at the end hit me in a way I wasn’t expecting too, actually-

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I Will Sing No Requiem by Rjeealdleyr 

"Fundy wouldn't cry for Wilbur."

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#cfundydeservesbetter

I second the author by saying we don’t have enough Fundy fics in this fandom, so here is one. Be prepared for angsty angst!!

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Exorcise My Fat Old Heart by orojiratsu

On the day you die the sun is beaming.

OR: The death of a villain.

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More of Schlatt’s POV for November 16th and more 2nd person. This one is written so tragically and in such short sentences, it feels like a poem. Needless to say, I like it a lot.

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Welcome Home, Theseus. by orojiratsu 

Schlatt is their president, and they will stay by his side. 

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Aka, an AU where Schlatt tries to get over his alcoholism with the help of those around him and the Manburg Cabinet actually works out. Sooooooo, basically S1 heaven for me.

You get it all: functional pumpkin duo, dadschlatt with Tubbo and Fundy, Tommy getting away from Pogtopia!Wilbur, a happy, hopeful ending- 

When I say that in the DSMP, Schlatt is the character that could have had it all and changed the course of the the story towards a much brighter future, this fic is what I mean.

That last chapter always gets me, i swear-

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The Nation That Got Better by lb1412 (WIP)

In one world, L’Manberg is no more, its citizens are divided and its enemies reign supreme.

In another world, however, there is still hope.

In another world, a traveller comes with a message, a warning, an omen.

In another world, everything depends on Schlatt.

And maybe, just maybe, there is hope left for him too.

Come, gather around, everyone, for I am about to tell you the tale of the nation that got better.

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OR, Schlatt gets a visit from a certain time traveller the night before the election and that changes a few things in the lore’s future.

Basically, it's just more Manburg Cabinet working out, although slightly differently and taking longer. I love the broship that Pumpkin Duo has in this.

The lack of heavy angst in here is a real breath of fresh air for me, btw.

ALSO, kids are treated as kids! I repeat, kids are treated as kids!

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Swagtopia AU by PrincessLunaLover 

It was supposed to just be a secret rescue mission. Tubbo was going to get his father free from prison and let him run into the wilderness, voter fraud charges be damned. But then Fundy found out about the fake charges, and went to Quackity for legal advice.

It wasn't supposed to end with Wilbur publicly executing his own son.

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Ahhhhhhh Swagtopia AU, my beloved :,)

The title speaks for itself no? An AU where Wilbur cheats to win the elections and it’s all dandy and good until Fundy finds out and decides that justice should prevail.

Schlatt and Wilbur basically switch roles and with them, lots of other things change. (I love this idea so much.)

Dad!Schlatt is a thing and the Pumpkin Duo dynamic reminds me a bit of an edgier Happy Duo - that married couple who can't stop bickering. They’re great.

Fundy gets a lot of spotlight, Quackity is really intelligent and gets to show it, Techno and Schlatt are old friends, and Sweater Duo angst is a thing, so really, what else could you want??

(Also, this fic is finished, I'm not sure why it’s marked as WIP, but it might have to do with the hints to a possible sequel that just never came to be.)

Think thats it for now - happy readings :>>>

[popagan]

Hey there! I was wondering if It was okay to ask for some fic recs? I read your izaya post and already devoured the ones you mentioned 😭

(if not that's okay too!! No pressure, ty ty 🫶🫶)

Gladly. I'll put some fics I have saved in my library, which range from one-shots to longer series. I'll put it in two categories - finished and ongoing(unfinished/abandoned), in word count order (Ascending), as well as a poorly made logline from me for each fic (+ links). I'll also add some additional notes on my end regarding certain (most) fics.

Finished:

5 times Izaya was told I love you (391 words) - The plot is in the title. Shizuo/Izaya.

It's short but sweet(?), I'm a huge fan of writings that uses listing as a form of narrative.

Just to Talk (660 words) - It's Valentine's, and also Tsukumoya-and-Izaya-fighting-in-their-chat day. Tsukumoya/Izaya (implied).

I love Tsukumoya and Izaya's chatlogs, there's something so gossip girls about them. And they bicker like an old married couple (in spirit) as well.

Tsukumoya Shinichi's Turn! (1k words) - Post-ketsu. Tsukumoya reflects on his relationship (as well as feelings) with Izaya.

Very creative writing, I adore their take on Tsukumoya's character.

I Think I Miss Him (1k2 words) - Post-ketsu. Tsukumoya finds Izaya. Tsukumoya/Izaya.

This one hits a particular spot, given the ending is my kind of drill.

Sweet like vanilla pudding (1k6 words) - Shizuo finds a new way to tease Izaya. Shizuo/Izaya.

Adorable, adorable, adorable. Important things must be repeated thrice.

Izaya's Zoo of the Strange and Unusual (1k8 words) - Shiki got Izaya to be a babysitter for exotic animals. Shiki/Izaya.

Camorra usually writes stories that incorporates fantastical/fairy tale-like elements, to which I absolutely adore, their comedy writing is one of my favorite.

dépaysement (2k2 words) - Post-ketsu Izaya. Healing--compared to other people--takes a different route for Izaya. Shizuo/Izaya (implied).

It isn't a fic recommendation blog from user popagan if I don't mention onewhodiedyoung at least once (I'm sorry). The way onewhodiedyoung write is not something I wanted but something I never knew I needed. A work of art, I say.

I Promise (2k3 words) - History calls it Christmas Eve, Izaya calls it The End, Shizuo/Izaya.

I love this one, mainly the buildup. I think about their take in Izaya's character way too frequently. Kanra_chan writes a lot of interesting stories.

flytrap (3k2 words) - A reflection, a continuation of what could've been and what had happened; as well as what might - or will happen. Shinra/Izaya.

Beautiful writing, enchanted me from start to finish.

venus in furs (3k8 words) - Shizuo-centric. Hanahaki disease and the loved in question is a lover of mankind. Shizuo/Izaya.

I love zigur's writing - especially how they describe Izaya as someone with a surreal kind of beauty. I also love stories told in second pov.

Open Cage (4k2 words) - Post-ketsu Izaya. Healing in a new city, and re-meeting a certain monster. Shizuo/Izaya (implied).

Bittersweet. Gives me chills every time I reread it.

This Is How We End (4k4 words) - Shizuo chose to be better, but that may include letting go of a certain enemy - if impulsivity isn't a problem. Shizuo/Izaya.

Finding TeamAlphaQ's works is like striking gold. My absolute favorite, but their other works may strike your fancy better - subjectivity and all that.

Sub-Zero (4k7 words) - Namie-centric. A secretary bonding with her mentally ill boss. Shizuo/Izaya (implied?).

I can't say a lot without spoiling it, but prepare for heartbreaks maybe. I love Namie and Izaya bonding(?) though. Friendships are the best.

stranger than earth (5k3 words) - Shiki-centric, Shiki/Izaya.

I don't know what else to say other than that it is the whole plot. Beautiful writing, the ship is a bit questionable though (and it's not their writing I have a problem with - far from it; just the nature of said ship strikes me as odd - but AO3 isn't a lawless land for nothing. One must be able to distinguish fiction from reality if one wish to indulge into Internet culture, yes?). Zigur once more, I love Greek myths and there isn't a lot I can defend myself with.

lie me to sleep (6k6 words) - Post-ketsu. Izaya is Shizuo's god.

I'm a bit guilty for referencing Izaya's "You past is your god" but a chance like this is one in a lifetime - I had to do it. The writing is another kind of heartache. This tender melancholy is what kept me afloat in the midst of many agonizing fic (cough April 23rd, laundry, All That Hate cough). Instead of burying me in the dirt, onewhodiedyoung buried me in flowers and let me choke on pollens instead.

Shizuo Vs. Valentine's (7k5 words) - Shizuo wakes up to a Valentine's gift at his door. Shizuo & Izaya.

The comedy found in the established situation left me giddy. Very fun read.

Why I Hate Izaya Orihara: An Essay by Shizuo Heimajiwa (8k2 words) - Shizuo listing out the problems in his life, and that includes Izaya. Shizuo/Izaya.

TeamAlphaQ strikes again, I love the comedy in this; and once more - listing and repetitions. They're my guilty pleasure it seems.

Clair de Lune (8k1 words) - Post-ketsu Izaya healing. Shizuo/Izaya.

I recommend all of NoteInABottle's works. If I could, I would make a homework out of it for everyone reading this blog here to read all of their work - DRRR or not. But unfortunately I did not read their non-DRRR work so I am not exempted from shame.

Just Walk Down the Aisle Already (9k1 words) - Izaya thinks marriage is nonsensical, Shizuo begs to differ. Shizuo/Izaya.

Kind of Strange (9k2 words) - Izaya is a wish-granting kind of being, Shizuo is not thrilled. Shizuo/Izaya.

kamogawa (9k2 words) - Shizuo, Izaya, Kamogawa; and their years-old feud. Shizuo/Izaya.

Words cannot describe how emotional this made me at 4 in the morning. It was reaching blue hour as well (my favorite hour) - the surrealness and sentiment was overwhelming.

All That Hate (9k5 words) - Izaya-centric. Like all things, it comes to an end. Shizuo/Izaya (one-sided).

It is in the tags so I'll reiterate - it is a heartbreaker, this fic. And I am positively eating this up. The last few lines took my heart and ran over it with a Caterpillar 320D L Hydraulic Excavator.

laundry (9k8 words) - Shizuo-centric. Shizuo finds Izaya in all the odd hours of this rundown laundry establishment.

Well, all I can say is that my jaw was on the floor. I recommend all of izayas's DRRR work, though. til the war's won (10k words) is another favorite of mine.

Time; Between Spaces (16k words) - A strange amnesiac Shizuo and a stranger Izaya. Shizuo/Izaya.

An interesting take on Izaya as a character, never failed to give my stomach butterflies. Their writing is so endearing, reminds me of high school love stories in a way (unsure how and why). Silly Shizaya, oh so silly.

Ice like Glass (23k words) - Izaya tries to win over a Winter Fairy - a Fairy Prince might I add. Shiki/Izaya.

Under the Surface (23k words) - Buried (2010) with Shizuo and Izaya bonding.

An enjoyable ride, for the characters maybe not so much.

see you on the other side; (28k words) - Between slip-ups, there are gaps in their relationship--one of which is a busted skull. Shizuo/Izaya.

The first two chapters gave me a slap which had me spinning 5 times in the air and land on my back - crashing into a comically large pool of my own tears. Proud to say I've been here since chapter 1 (sobbing).

Telescope Now (40k words) - A concussion turned wrong. Shizuo/Izaya.

It was a rollercoaster-of-emotions experience reading this fic. Certain lines had me silently scream into thin air and sob into my pillows.

Viewpoint (43k words) - Namie-centric, as well as Shizuo/Namie, Izaya/Namie, and implied Shizuo/Izaya.

I think you'll have to find out by reading it, I'm unsure how I can explain this without giving the plot away. Fairly intriguing; major spoilers ahead - I'm a bit bummed out the Shizuo & Izaya chapter never released, and also a tad more bummed out it didn't end as polyamory. Nevertheless, wonderful work, beautiful analysis into Namie as a character.

The Fox and the Samurai (127k words) - Izaya is a fox spirit and Shizuo is a samurai tasked to kill him.

Very interesting, I love old/medieval themes. Was delighted at the ending.

Ongoing/Unfinished:

Disney Stories, As Told By The Cast Of Durarara!! (1k6 words) - DRRR casts in Disney stories. Shizuo/Izaya.

Endlessly entertaining. Interesting idea, shame it never continued. Would've love to see Cinderella Izaya/Shizuo.

elevator ego. (11k words) - Someone wants Izaya gone, and it'll take a friend and an enemy to do that. Shizuo/Izaya and Shinra/Izaya (apparently).

Kept me at the edge of my seat, unfortunately I'll never get to see the end of it. The last two chapters will remain as one of my life's biggest mystery.

Toes (12k words) - Post-ketsu. Shinra and Shizuo looks for Izaya. Shizuo/Izaya.

Was hooked since the synopsis. I adore the story, would've love to see more.

In a Week (18k words) - In which Shizuo is a priest assigned to a small countryside community, and Izaya is a vampire. Shizuo/izaya.

I love the story established here, hoping to see more. It was updated a month ago.

When It Counts (23k words) - Darkwood-esque (stated in tags). Doomsday-like, infestations, forests, and also a dying Izaya it seems. Shizuo/Izaya.

Interesting concept. Looking forward to the next chapter. I enjoy adversities and doomsdays fics (procrastinating on other zombie apocalypse Shizaya fics as I'm writing this). It's rather humorous at times as well - that or I'm coping.

Go To Hell (45k words) - Medieval theme. Izaya finds himself in another world with his memories tampered. Shizuo/Izaya.

Takes place in Hell (quite literally). Interesting concept, I love the imageries. I might draw something for this fic after I've cleared commissions. It's still starting and establishing its plot and I can't wait for a new chapter to come by this Saturday (if things go smoothly on their end).

City of Sunshine (59k words) - An OC who had been transferred to Ikebukuro. What's worse - it's in an anime as well.

I love stories where characters are pushed into a world that was a media they've consumed before. I really wish to see more of this, seeing I got attached to said character haha. Furthermore, nothing hooks me up more than a character befriending everyone and just trying to navigate in their newfound environment. I really hope to find more work like these - I'm a believer of all DRRR casts x fun times/friendships lol. Back to this fic - I love how they incorporate their own character with the DRRR storyline; slice of life + overarching storyline/personal character goals? Count me in.

Ophidian (104k words) - In which Izaya is Shizuo's yokai companion and they fight other spirits together. Shizuo/Izaya(?).

I'm not sure if it'll get another update - I hope it will. I'm loving the energy this fic has created in the studio today. Beautiful imageries; the amount of research and dedication that might've gone into this fic is commendable.

Impostor (130k words) - Medieval theme. To which Izaya has to fake being a woman to marry the king (Shizuo). Shizuo/Izaya.

There are a lot of things I love - medieval themes being one of them. I can't fight the allegations on my part here. I love Shirohimesstories, they're the reason I check AO3 every Saturday with their 5 ongoing Shizaya fics. Chapter 25 and 26 gave my heart a good squeeze.

I think that's all I could remember/find for now. I've only rejoined the fandom and started reading this February (it took me years to realize I could try and look for DRRR fics on AO3). And I'm barely through page 30 on the DRRR (truthfully - only Izaya Orihara tags) works page and there are still more works I'm finding amongst those 30 pages. I've also been writing this blog for way longer than I would like to, so I'll stop here.

I apologise to all the authors whose works have been mentioned here - not out of ill will or so, but rather because I did not leave a comment in most of them (and I wish I could leave more than one kudos). Please take this entire blog site as an apology (I'm not sure if it's enough/worthy to be regarded as compensation). I should make it a habit to leave a comment soon, I get too shy when I'm about to press post and it's hard to find the proper words to compliment people's works without making it sound repetitive/reused.

Regardless, I've held you (yes, you) for way too long, haha. Thank you for sparing your time reading this poorly-made tangent I've been on. For the ask - I apologise it took so long, I have no defense. I hope you enjoy the fics I recommend here.

Also, Izaya birthday merch dropped, on april 23rd (for some people--it's me. I am people). Here's to all the broken hearts and drained wallets.

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I'm bored and in a kkg brainrot mood, so i'm just gonna rant about my opinions of kakegurui ships and i will make some headcanons:

Kirasaya

Ok i had to start with them bc they're just too iconic, i think they have one of the most interesting and complex dynamics in kkg, they really got me obsessed with them, it's probably my number one kakegurui ship and the reason i started watching the show and reading the manga. Honestly yeah their relationship has some power imbalance, since sayaka is kirari's secretary, and is probably disfunctional, but contrary to what some ppl say kirasaya is not abusive, kirari never physically or emotionally abuses sayaka throughout the story. Anyway they're a 10/10, peak lesbian yearning, if they don't kiss at least one i will jump the author. Probably one of my fav ships ever, i think they're made for each other and i can't see kirasaya with anyone else, they're just so good together and their chemistry is >>>>>>

Yumary

Ok this one is kinda an unpopular opinion bc most people like yumary, but honestly i can't get invested into it, there's something in this ship that doesn't make my heart go "fuck yeah they should be gfs". Personally i don't ship yumeko with anyone bc i can't imagine her in a relationship since her main thing is being a compulsive gambler, her existence revolves around it and she forms relationships when they're useful for her gambling games. I think yumary could be friends with benefits for some time, but after a while mary would probably break it off because i don't think she can handle a sexual/romantic relationship with yumeko and after a while it would make her go nuts. A friendship between them is already messy and complicated and honestly i don't think they are compatible that way. Yes they have chemistry and there's probably some mutual attraction but to me it's a no. Also can cishet dudes stop fetishizing this ship ? My vote is 6/10, mostly bc mary doesn't seem much physically comfortable with yumeko, idk mary just seems off with her in that sense and i prefer them as gambling partners or friends.

Meariri

I honestly love this ship, especially after reading the manga, they have such an great dynamic, i think they both care about each other, they have chemistry and i think they're compatible and that their personalities compliment each other, mary is often loud and aggressive and passionate while ririka is more closed off and quiet, they're like fire and ice and this case i think the saying "opposite attract" works with them. Mary counts on ririka and i love the fact that she is so comfortable with her physically (mary is almost always the one to initiate the contact, holding her hand, touching her head, etc) and ririka gets inspired by mary to be her own person and chase her goals. Plus they're really cute together, aesthetically i find them the most attractive couple, i'll give them a solid 9/10

Itsukaede

Lmao i don't even know if this is the correct ship name for itsuki x kaede, ok i don't hate it and i think they could work as a couple, it's not my cup of tea bc m/f ships bore me, but i like their relationship, they have the kind of old married couple dynamic that always works. 6/10.

Ryomeko

I can see it happening, i don't ship it, but i don't mind it either, i'm kinda neutral about ryota x yumeko, but i think he's one of the ppl who care about yumeko the most in that academy (with also mary ofc), the ship is boring bc ryota is bland (he's a good guy don't get me wrong and he defo doesn't deserve the hate he gets) and as i said previously i don't ship yumeko with anyone. Sorry i gotta give it 5/6 out of 10

Yumedari

Ok i love midari but just like yumeko, i don't ship her with anyone bc i see her as someone who's too much unstable for relationships, but i know that canonically she loves/likes/is attracted to yumeko so i don't hate this ship, i think it's decent, the only problem is that yumeko hates midari. Still i think that since they're the most insane mfs in that school somehow this ship could work. 6/10

Yuridari

Again midari in my eyes is kinda unshippable, but this ship is not bad at all, they would have that kind of bickering married couple dynamic like itsuki and kaede, i like it but it doesn't do much for me. 7/10

Ryomary

Jsjssjsksk i looked the name of mary x ryota's ship on wiki so if it sounds weird it's bc i don't know their ship name and i have looked at the first site google gave me. This ship is hard no, mainly bc ryota is very bland and i consider mary a lesbian (i read that she is a canon lesbian but idk if it's confirmed by the author, let's say lesbian mary is just my hc) so shipping her with men feels like a hate crime to me, mary is for the girls only, 4/10.

Tsumary

They are kind of cute together right ? I think they're adorable, tsuzura is mary's first love and i think that someone like her would make mary very happy. I still haven't finished kkg twin, so my opinion on tsuzura is incompleted and it might change, i don't hate her but i find her character a little basic/boring so even though this ship is cute it doesn't make me fall in love with them. 7/10 bc probably also tsuzura had feelings for mary and they have a healthy dynamic, you can see they love each other.

Midasaya

I enjoy this crackship, i know that they both like different people but i headcanon that they were together during middle school or that midari had at least a small crush on sayaka during that time, before kirari came to hyakkaou i like to think that they explored their sexuality together so midari was probably sayaka's first kiss, her first date, etc, so they would have history together and we also see that midari knows sayaka bc her character is described through her pov during tower of doors. I find this ship pretty funny bc sayaka is always so serious and composed and midari is a ball of chaos. 7/10

Yumesaya

This is another crackship i don't mind and find hilarious, yeah i'm a huge kirasaya stan but i'm also a multishipper and sayaka deserves all the girls in the world, so the more the merrier. I like to think this ship as one sided love in which yumeko sort of pines after sayaka and i think it would be very interesting to see kirari being jeaulous that sayaka is getting yumeko's attention. We saw jeaulous/protective sayaka in kakegurui, but i would also like to see how kirari reacts when someone tries to take sayaka away from her, it would be really interesting. Obv this would create some tension between kirasaya and also between kirari and yumeko, almost a sort of love triangle dynamic. My opinion is that yumeko is just too unstable to settle down, also they both probably would get bored/lose interest in each other after the heat of the moment. 6/10

Ririsaya

Sorry but i really can't see it happening not even if i squint, but i really enjoy the ririsaya fanfictions and i think those works are pretty great even though i don't ship them very much. It would be interesting if both twins were in love with sayaka and there was some tension/coldness between them for a while bc they liked the same girl (maybe i read too many fanfictions). My headcanon is that both sayaka and ririka had a crush on each other when they first knew each other and for sayaka it was probably pretty confusing bc she already had feelings for kirari. I see them as friends, 7/10

Yumemisaori

Again idk if this is the correct name of the ship, many said that yumemi and saori are a healthier/mentally stable version of kirasaya and i agree. the dynamics are similar bc we have the secratary that is willing to do everything for her boss and the relationship is a little more balanced, i think they would be very cute together, but sadly they had very little interactions and if i could see more of them i would probably ship them even more. I like them 7/10.

Sachiko x Mary

I didn't even find a ship name for this couple, so they must be pretty unpopular, i like both characters and their antagonistic dyanamic is very interesting, but i don't ship them much bc i think mary needs/wants someone who is completely different from sachiko, who wants to make mary her pet and mary is someone who cares very much about her freedom, her indipendence and wants to make her own choices and this completely clashes with sachiko's extremely sadistic and domineering nature. I prefer them as enemies who have some sexual tension or enemies with benefits or one night stand adventure, but nothing more. 5/6 out of 10 bc the only mary ship i really love is meariri and i also like tsuzumary a bit.

Sachiko x Mikura

This is probably one of the most unhealthy relationships in kakegurui, but i kinda like it. Their dyanmic is pretty much vertical with sachiko who has all the power and makes mikuro do everything she wants and mikura who is completely obsessed and devoted to sachiko (my opinion is that she developed a sort of stockholm syndrome towards sachiko). I think that someone like sachiko could never have genuine romantic relationships bc of her extremely sadistic nature, she sees ppl like toys to break and what she enjoys the most is seeing ppl suffer, so the only compatible person with sachiko is someone extremely masochistic like mikura. Giving them a 6/7 out of 10 bc their interactions are fun/interesting and spice things up.

Rin x Ibara and Yumeko x Kirari

Hard no to both of them, i don't ship incest, yall can do what you want but personally it's a huge no for me. When i first started watching the anime at the beginning i thought yumeko and kirari had some sort of tension and could have been enemies to lovers (lmaoo i was so naive), but then i discovered they were cousins and i saw more kirasaya interactions so i got completely turned off by this ship. 3/10 to both of these ships.

Sachiko x Sakura

Now this ship is very sexy, idk why i like it but i do, yes i don't see sachiko with anyone besides mikura, but this pairing is not bad at all, even though it's a crackship. I think they would be rivals with benefits and would argue a lot and then make out/have hot sex. 7/10 (maybe it's too high but since these are just my opinions i won't be objective)

Mary x kirari

Uhm is there really someone out there who ships them ? Yeah i thought they had some sexual tension in s1 with that tea scene, but it's a no from me, i don't like it and i don't think they're compatible in any way, i can't see kirari with anyone who isn't sayaka. 4/10

[house-of-slayterr]

Riddle Me This…

For: @howl-fantasies

Maggie’s POV:

I got off work at the floral shop early today. Someone got shot across the street so the boss closed up early.

“Blossom, these flowers were supposed to be picked up today, turns out the guy who got shot was the guy who bought them. You want them?” My boss asked.

“Oh yikes. And sure I guess, I do love Lilies!”

“We’ll you did make the bouquet so I figured I’d offer it to you first. A young girl like you probably has a special someone to give these too.”

I chuckled.

“Stay safe out there… I need you to pay my checks” I joked.

My boss rolled his eyes.

“Just lock up before you leave kid.”

It had been just over a month since I started working here. I did take note of the black eye my boss had when he hired me. I was surprised when he had no I’ll will toward me. He simply said “you’ve got guys kid, that’s needed in a town like this.”

I smiled into the flowers, taking in their scent. I grabbed my stuff and Locked up shop, heading down to the GCPD. I found myself spending more and more time there, and Y/N was convinced it was due to my crush on Jim. I denied it of course. I enjoyed spending time with a few people who worked their, and it was much better than my time spent with Ivy, or worse, alone.

I walked through the front door and was greeted by a few cops near the entrance. I smiled at each of them and looked up stairs to notice Jim and Harvey arguing like an old married couple. I rolled my eyes. Harvey met my eyes and I waved up at him with my flower bouquet in hand. I chuckled when I realised what I’d done, before rushing up the stairs to greet the two.

“Are those flowers for me sweetheart?” Harvey joked.

I rolled my eyes.

“Knock yourself out!”

I shoved them into his chest. Jim gave me a weird look.

“Guy who bought them died before he could pick them up. Didn’t want them to go to waste.”

“You sound so nonchalant about it.”

“Jim, you should know as well as I do, you get sued to death in this town.”

He placed a hand on my shoulder before going back to his desk. I frowned at the interaction. We’d known each other for almost 3 months now and we still hadn’t progressed past interactions like this. We did occasionally flirt, but that was my personality. I’m pretty sure everyone but him knew that when I flirted with him, it was real. I sighed. I sat down on the corner of Harvey’s desk, knowing he wouldn’t mind. Jim always said it was “unprofessional”

“Rough day at work?” He chuckled.

“Yeah, flowers were talking back to me, had to put them in their place.” I joked.

“Starting to sound like Ivy.” Jim commented.

My fave visibly paled but I tried to hide it. I crossed and uncrossed my legs on Harvey’s desk. I thought of ways to change the subject.

“So how are things with you and Lee?”

I didn’t really want to know the answer, but you know what they say, curiosity killed the cat.

“There aren’t “things” between Lee and I. We had a fling last summer, that was it.”

“You sure about that? Cause I see the way you two look at each other.”

“Positive.” He grit his teeth.

I smirked at his reaction. He was being honest, maybe Lee still had feeling for him, but he was mostly over her.

“We’ll in that case, you wouldn’t mind if I asked you to coffee?”

“Maggie, you bring us coffee all the time.” Jim explained.

“Worlds greatest detective people?” I said in a show boat voice.

Harvey chuckled and gave me a pat on the shoulder. It felt more natural when he did it.

“I’ve got a reservation at the new restaurant in town with my girl tonight. But she just texted that she can’t make it. Why don’t you two kids go instead?”

I gave him a high five, best wingman ever!

“Yes, why don’t we?” I asked Jim.

“Can’t, have work.”

I frowned.

“Work will still be here tomorrow Jim.” Harvey offered.

Before we could bicker any further Ed approached. I’d seen him around a few times, the two of us sharing a few fleeting smiles, but I’d never really seen him up close before. I had to admit, he was pretty handsome in his lab coat. He talked to Jim for a moment about the case before he turned to me.

“You bury me when I’m alive, and dig me up when I die. What am I?” He asked excitedly.

“Stop bothering the nice woman you creep, go tell someone else you nonsensical riddles.” Harvey growled.

I watched as Ed’s shoulder dropped and he muttered a sorry before scurrying off in the direction of Lee’s work area. My frown only deepened.

“What the hell Harvey! Don’t be such a dick! He was just trying to start a conversation.” I scolded.

“That guys is bad news Maggie. Trust me, he’s weird.”

I hopped off his desk, plucking a flower form the arrangement I’d given him.

“Yeah, well so am I.”

I stormed off after Ed, annoyed at Jim for ignoring my advances, and annoyed at Harvey for being a grumpy old bastard. Why were men such hassles? I slipped my way into the morgue and spotted Ed pacing in the corner. He seemed to be muttering something to himself, which most people would find unsettling, but it was kind of adorable.

“A flower.” I spoke.

I cringed when he jumped.

“What?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” I walked closer to him, showing I wasn’t a threat. “The answer to your riddle, it was a flower right?”

I handed him the flower. He looked at me in butter bewilderment. When he didn’t take it, I frowned yet again. He seemed so broken, and unsure of himself. I’d have to fix that. I took another step forward, cornering him against the morgue table. I gentle placed the flower into his shirt pocket.

“As a child you have many, But over time only a few hold steady. The ones who hold fast and true, You can call upon out of the blue. Together for years, We have shared laughter and tears. Side by side or miles apart, We will always be connected in heart. You are to me, but to you What am I?” I asked.

“You- you like riddles?” Ed asked.

I simply nodded with a chuckle. He pretended to think for a second before answering.

“A friend.” He concluded.

“You seem like you’re in the market for one of those.” I reasoned.

“I heard what you said to Harvey, thanks for trying.”

“You don’t have to thank me Edward, you didn’t deserve that. Is he really always like that?” I sighed.

“ unfortunately.”

“Ugh, and I can’t believe I kissed that guy.”

I groaned. Harvey was still my friend, and I’d have to work on his attitude towards Ed. But I was still upset about Jim’s rejection. I thought I was getting somewhere with him.

“You kissed Harvey?” Ed nearly shouted.

I sushed him, throwing my hand over his mouth.

“Wake the dead, why don’t you!” I dropped my hand. “And yes, it’s- it’s complicated.”

“I can understand that. My last girlfriend thought I was creepy before we got together. Her boyfriend before that didn’t treat her very nicely, guess she wasn’t used to people sticking up for her.” He explained.

“Hmmm, sounds familiar.”

I playfully pushed his arm.

“Quick question” i interrupted. He signalled for me to continue. “What are you doing in the morgue? Dressed in Lee’s apron…”

His eyes widened in fear.

“Oh, I- I have permission to be down here. Helps me think.” He stuttered out.

“We’ll, then I should leave you to think. Nice talking to you Ed.”

I leaned up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Your last girlfriend was an idiot if she didn’t like you.”

I left the room, ascending the stairs. When I didn’t see Jim at his desk, I thought I might be able to avoid him. I tried to sneak out the front door but I was cut off.

“You really shouldn’t be alone with Nygma.” Jim said.

I scoffed.

“And you think you get to tell me who I can hang out with because?”

He sighed.

“He’s- he’s not well, and he’s dangerous. I just haven’t been able to prove it yet.” He explained.

I looked down at Jim’s hand wrapped around my bicep. Normally I’d relish at the touch, but I was tried of his teasing.

“I think I need to go.” I exclaimed.

“Look, I’m sorry about earlier if it seemed like I didn’t want to go out-“

“Just drop it Jim, ok. You’re not over Lee, I get it. Come find me when you’re done being the peoples Jim Gordon.”

I ripped my arm from his hand and pushed past him to the front door. I ran all the way back to my apartment and slammed the door, throwing myself down on the couch. Why did emotions have to be so hard? I pulled out my phone to text Y/N.

Maggie:

Why do mean suck?

My phone dinged not a moment later.

Guardian:

Need me to shoot him? I’m sure the boss won’t mind. 😈

Maggie:

No… no. If anyones gonna shoot that idiot it’s gonna be me. I just- I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.

Guardian:

Hang on a sec…

*Guardian added Mr. Smith to the chat* (Mr. and Mrs. smith reference)

Mr. Smith:

Awww trouble in paradise?

Maggie:

I will break your fucking knee caps Vickey

Mr. Smith:

Meow, when did the kitten grow claws?

Guardian:

When Jim Gordon apparently stomped on her fragile little heart. Wanna help me teach him a lesson?

Mr. Smith:

For you, sweetness, anything 😏

Maggie:

Flirting right in front of me, really? Ouch…

Mr. Smith

Sorry Kitten, Mommy and Daddy where just having a moment.

I rolled my eyes.

Maggie:

Just, don’t do anything I wouldn’t ok. I kind a need him alive to keep being mad at him.

Guardian:

Rodger that! See you soon Doll, Vic and I will bring the ice cream.

I shuttered at that nickname, but I knew better than to tell y/n what to do. I valued my life too much to tell her not to call me that.

Mr. Smith:

I’ll bring the throwing knives and my favorite candid photos I took of Jim when I stalked him a few months back.

Maggie:

…

I don’t wanna know. But thanks guys, really appreciate it.

Guardian:

You better not be crying when we get there, I don’t do tears.

Maggie:

Rodger that!

I mimicked their text from earlier. For a pair of assassins they really did know how to make a girl feel better. I groaned into the couch before picking myself up and cleaning off my face in the bathroom mirror. I threw in something more comfortable, pulling out my copies of Saw so I could watch it with my two favourite Psychos.

An: Zsasz and his girl have officially adopted Maggie, she’s an honorary Zsasz at this point. Jim’s gonna be in for the time of his life after the stunt he pulled today.



[unbridgeabledistances]

i love ur new fic! only a couple of requests - more parts to it! and...more softness between the two of them 🥺 we hardly get given any in the show </3

:)) ty so so much, anon!!! as requested, here’s another installment of the alternate POV fic (this time from tami’s perspective) and a whooole lot of domestic gallavich softness (featuring very sappy kitchen slow dancing)

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Tami knew that the pandemic had taken a toll on its fair share of relationships— hell, hers and Lip’s included. But as much as she and Lip bickered and miscommunicated and regularly put up solid walls of lies between each other, at least, the very least—

At least they weren’t like Ian and Mickey.

At some point between being head-over-heels, fuck-all-night crazy for each other and getting married, something between Lip’s brother and his stellar choice of a Southside boyfriend had definitely changed. Tami wasn’t really close to either of them, other than Ian’s borderline obsession with Fred and her gratefulness for the cooing baby voice that came over him every time Tami thrust her tired arms out for him to take the screaming toddler in her arms, and she barely crossed paths with Mickey in a situation that wasn’t coordinating frozen waffles for breakfast or sitting across from him in the living room during Gallagher family movie nights that always inevitably turned into a passionate thirty minute screaming match about which movie to pick— but ever since the first time she set foot into the slumped and sagging Gallagher house, Tami knew that Ian and his choice of a prison-break boyfriend were something special, at least at the beginning.

She’d seen it the first time she met the two of them, when these two grown men were willingly crashing in that shitty single bed in the boys’ room while she and Lip were slumming it in the ever-so-spacious privacy of the cramped room with the accordion door, back when the halls were crawling with strangers making tamales and Fred was barely weeks old and Tami was inches away from losing her shit; Tami couldn’t imagine being in a smaller and more confined space than the one that she was in, locking herself in the bathroom behind an actual fucking door every chance for some peace and quiet, distancing herself from Lip every chance she got— and then there was Ian and Mickey down the hall, sleeping pressed together on a concave mattress meant for a single teenager, pouring each other coffee and trading glances as they sat next to each other at the breakfast table, and pulling each other closer every second they had the chance despite the fact that they’d just gotten out of a months-long prison stay together. There was something so earnest, and so weirdly romantic, about seeing a hardass like Mickey Milkovich, someone with “Fuck U Up” tattoos on his knuckles and more of a sailor’s vocabulary than Tami had, turn to putty whenever he was in proximity to Lip’s little brother. Tami had to be honest—she was kind of impressed. These guys clearly had the teenager, puppy-dog kind of love for each other that hadn’t really gone away, something that she didn’t think that she and Lip ever really had, or ever really would— so as much as she felt like her life and her relationship with Lip was spiraling towards a series of cascading failures, it was nice to know that at least someone in the Gallagher house had a sturdy, stable relationship.

And then, of course, the pandemic hit.

When all this COVID shit started, Tami had counted her infinite blessings that she and Lip had gotten a place of their own outside the Gallagher house before all the sprawling weeks of lockdowns; Tami couldn’t imagine the kind of unforgiving hell on earth it would be to quarantine in that tiny slumped house, in a tiny cramped room, for months on end until the U.S. tangentially got its shit together. So it made sense, really, that everything between Ian and Mickey had changed.

She’d noticed it that first morning, when she and Lip finally dropped by the house after weeks of hunkering down to have breakfast with everyone, carrying a box of cheap pastries they’d gotten on the walk over— and the first thing she’d noticed when she walked into the kitchen was how far apart Mickey and Ian were sitting, on opposite ends of the rickety kitchen table, any scarce dialogue between the two of them turned brittle and stale.

There were spats, now, and gentle shoves that turned less gentle; she and Lip weren’t around the house much anymore, thank fucking god, but what few conversations she did see between Ian and Mickey always ended with raised voices and them both practically having steam coming out of their ears, or with some stray bystander needing to plant themselves in the middle of the married couple to tell them to calm the fuck down. Tami would lock eyes with Lip as they scuffled in the kitchen, her eyebrows raised in a message that she knew Lip understood: “See, this is why I never want to get married.”

So that was pretty much the situation Tami expected to be walking into, late one afternoon when Lip was presumably off doing some shady shit with those stolen bikes and Tami was stuck at the Gallagher house waiting to meet up with him so they could keep working through “Operation Sell the Gallagher House to Gentrifiers.” Tami had expected Lip to be here a couple of hours ago, and was honestly debating just saying fuck it and going home— but Fred had passed out in Tami’s lap as they were sitting on the couch a couple of minutes ago and Tami was not going to wake this monster child up before he was ready and took another hour of crying and writhing to settle down again. Tami was leaning back, closing her eyes and enjoying a rare moment of peace in this godforsaken house… when she was snapped back into reality by the sound of a kitchen cupboard slamming shut.

Huh. Tami had apparently drifted off, but Freddie was still sound asleep in her lap, pinning her down. It was definitely the early evening by now— the sun had started to set, glowing purple from behind the thin curtains.

A clang came from the kitchen again, and Tami craned her neck as much as she could without stirring the sleeping toddler in her lap to peer into the kitchen from the open doorway to see if Lip was home— and instead, she saw Ian standing by the counter opening something with a can opener, and Mickey beside him.

It looked like they’d been in the kitchen a while—from the corner of her eye she could see Mickey perched on the countertop sipping a beer, his legs swinging while Ian milled around him pulling things from the cabinets and manning the stovetop. She knew both of the boys weren’t much of a cook, and from what she’d seen Ian’s culinary abilities didn’t exceed heating up canned soup or spreading butter on toast— but it looked like he was chopping onions and opening a can of black beans for something, which struck her by surprise. There was music playing low from a little portable speaker in the kitchen, presumably something Ian had brought down from the bedroom— right now there was some 80s hit playing that reminded Tami of the music her dad used to listen to while he was putzing around in the garage when she was little, if she was bring totally honest. But Mickey seemed to be enjoying it, his head bobbing slightly to the beat while he scrolled through what she recognized as Ian’s phone.

“Okay, the recipe website says you’ve gotta add cumin now. What the fuck is cumin?”

She could hear Ian’s dry laugh. “A spice? I think? We probably don’t even have it, I’ll just add a shit ton of chili powder and it’ll taste fine.”

“Whatever you say, Rachel Ray.”

Tami could see Ian lean to flip Mickey off, then turn to poke through the cabinets. Weird. Ian had flipped Mickey off, sure, but there wasn’t any malice in it; for the first time in a while, it seemed like the two of them were actually coexisting peacefully for once— which, thank god for that, at the very least because it meant Fred would stay sleeping on her lap for a while until Lip got home.

Now that she thought back on it, Ian and Mickey had seemed a bit more settled lately— she’d heard bits and pieces about all the stuff with Mickey’s abusive asshole of a dad moving in next door, and about the two of them starting a security business together in that random ambulance that was always parked in the street now (Tami wasn’t even going to ask)— she could imagine that running errands around Chicago together all day long in matching jumpsuits would bring anyone closer together. This was the first time she’d really seen them enjoy being in each other’s space since the pandemic started, just casually hanging out around the house without something fiery about to erupt between them, whether from anger or passion— and honestly, it was kind of nice to by in proximity to, just listening to their chatter floating back and forth and the sizzling of onions and chili flakes in a pan while the music drifted between them.

Tami sat there for a while, closing her eyes again as the shadows in the room grew deeper, listening to some Bon Jovi song play low in the background and feeling the solid weight of Fred breathing evenly pressed against her chest.

A couple minutes of minutes later, she heard the stove being turned off, and the clanking of plates being taken out of the cabinets as the song ended.

“Hey, can I pick a song?” Ian asked, over the sound of him putting the sizzling pan into the sink.

Mickey burped loudly, and Tami could see that he was still perched on the edge of the kitchen counter by the stovetop.

“Yeah, but put on something good, man. None of your techno bullshit.”

“Pass me my phone.”

Ian fidgeted with the phone for a moment—and then a familiar song, a lot softer than the cheerful drumbeats of the melodies before, came streaming through the speaker.

“I found a love, for me…”

Immediately, she heard Mickey chuckle loudly, like he was surprised.

“Fuuuucking softie,” Mickey groaned, but when Tami craned her neck again to slyly peer at the two of them in the kitchen she could see that he was grinning. At first Tami was confused, but then a memory started to stir— this was their wedding song, wasn’t it? She remembered hearing it waft through the front hallways of the dingy polka house while she and Lip were having their screaming match over Fred. Ah, good memories.

Ian stepped closer to Mickey, and Tami promptly heard the pad of Mickey’s feet hitting the ground as he slid off of the kitchen countertop.

“Dance with me?”

“You’re fucking ridiculous,” Mickey breathed, and then they were silent. From where she was sitting, Tami could see Ian’s broad shoulders standing in front of where Mickey had been seated— his head was curled downward slightly, and Mickey was pinned close against him, his face pressed into the upper half of Ian’s shoulder.

Well, damn. Tami smirked to herself. I guess that security business has worked some magic after all.

Out of nowhere, Fred started to stir and wriggle in Tami’s lap.

“Shit,” she muttered under her breath. She didn’t really want to break up the sappy moment, but Freddie was definitely due for a diaper change and was going to be a fussy mess in about five seconds if she didn’t scoop him up right now.

She quickly rose from the lumpy couch, cradling the back of Fred’s head in her hands and beelining through kitchen doorway.

Instantly, Mickey nearly jumped out his skin when he saw Tami— he immediately detached himself from Ian’s shoulder and detangled himself from Ian’s arms. Ian just grinned sheepishly and leaned against the counter, letting Mickey ever-so-slightly slump against him.

Tami paused, taking the scene in and trying to hold back a knowing smile as Freddie fussed on her shoulder.

“The fuck’re you looking at?”

Mickey’s neck turned blotchy and flushed, and he darted his eyes to Freddie and then back to Tami.

Tami knew she had a sloped, sappy smile on her face. “Nothing. Just good to see you guys not ripping each other’s throats out for once.”

Mickey let out a slight breath, slumping back towards Ian’s chest even more— then he rolled his eyes, but the gesture was light and fond.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said dismissively. Ian was still practically beaming, and draped a hand across Mickey’s waist— and Tami watched as he slowly, slowly pressed a kiss to Mickey’s temple and Mickey’s posture immediately softened, like the air was being let out of him.

Wow. Okay. Guess the old Ian and Mickey are back.

Tami raised Freddie slightly onto her shoulder, then pushed past the two of them towards the back stairs, where Tami could hopefully go up and change her son’s shitty diaper in peace— and as she started to climb the stairs, she heard one final quip from Mickey:

“Your brother can’t sell this house fast enough, man.”

[welcometogrouchland]

Jon Song!

I put these two together because they both give me season 4 Jon vibes specifically? Most people probably know ship in a bottle and how it gives Jon vibes but if I were to break down I'm doing pushups it'd be:

- "I'm not gonna lie here and wait for the ambulance/I'm doing push ups" reminds me of how Jon doesn't take care of himself/is self sacrificing, but especially in season 4

-"And my marriage is falling apart" feels like it could be a coy jmart reference, since we always joke that for ppl in a state of pining they do bicker like an old married couple

-"You can take advantage of me, it's not that hard" self deprecating joke from Jon's pov about how he's been manipulated into so much of the plot (not really his fault but he doesn't feel that way)

- "'Cause your first love's not gonna walk you home" BIG Jon and Georgie season 4 dynamic vibes, for whatever reason. Something about. One of the first people you were every truly close to has now left you, and isn't going to help anymore

-"Screaming "Hold my hand, but please don't touch me"" Jon's complicated w/ relationships, communication and affection

Sorry for an impromptu lyrical analysis, I just love this song and it immediately made me think of Jon/tma as a whole hsbsjsbd

[dracofeltonmalfoy]

Cute Babies

Pairing: Draco x Y/N

Warnings: Swearing, mention of deaths, angst and fluff

Word Count: 5266

A/N: Baldy, no nose voldy doesn’t exist, Snape has a niece and his father is in this story. Also Lucius is nice.

This was a request, @bbeauttyybbx hope you like it hun! xxx

“Malfoy, if you DO NOT move out of my way, I will kick you in your groin like I did exactly 2 months ago and poor old Parkinson as well as the 6 other girls you were entertaining at the time were not able to get their sexual satisfaction from you and you weren’t able to piss without your dick hurting, so Mr Malfoy if you don’t want that to happen again I suggest you MOVE!” She screamed in Draco’s face. For a 5’2 girl who looks very angelic with her Y/H/L Y/H/C hair and shiny Y/E/C eyes, she sure was intimidating when she was angry, but the only person who found her anger very amusing and a form of entertainment was the platinum haired, 5’9, grey eyed boy, Draco Malfoy.

“Y/L/N, let's not make that mistake again, hmm? You know very well you only did that because you were jealous you weren’t in their place and to be very honest with you, you...will...never be. Just look at yourself, no fashion sense, so short and have been with every boy our age in slytherin. Do you think I’d really go for a girl like you?” Draco whispered in her ear, this was enough for Y/N to, once again, knee him, but before she could he grabbed her wrist and spun her around so her back was now against his chest and her arm twisted behind her. “No, darling. Don’t you dare try that again.”

“Malfoy, let me go or I swear I will hex you.”

“Try,”

“Malfoy, I’m going to say it again, let me go.”

“Hmmm, I’ll let you go, but only if you do one thing.”

“Oh hell no, I am not doing anything for you Malfoy, we can stand her for as long as you want then and be late to potions, but I am not doing anything you tell me too. And anyways, Snape loves me more than you, he is my mother’s brother after all.”

“Your wish is my command Y/L/N.” Draco’s grip on Y/N’s arm was getting tighter and tighter and Y/N knew she was going to have a print of his fingers on her arm, but there was no way she was going to tell him that he was hurting her. “Come on Y/L/N, it’s obvious you’re hurting, why don’t you listen to the deal.” She stood there quietly, giving no response, resulting in Draco tightening his grip even more, but this time using his free hand to grab her chin and turning it sideways so he could see her face. “Dump Zabini.” he breathed out

“Are you having a laugh Malfoy? Why would I dump my boyfriend because you told me to, not to mention my boyfriend of 2 years?”

“You answered your own question darling, because I told you to. And i’ll tell ya something else, right now, this very second Zabini is shagging your best friend in the broom cupboard.” after saying that the platinum haired boy let her out of his grip.

“Oh you’ve crossed the line Malfoy, you have crossed the fucking line.”

“I knew you wouldn’t believe me, let’s go to potions and see where your beloved boyfriend and best friend are shall we?”

“Go suck a dick, you git!”

Y/N ran to potions, her heart pounding and her head spinning. She stopped outside her class to see that Malfoy was right, both Blaise and Pansy were missing. “Told you so.” Malfoy whispered in her ear before entering the class.

“Mr Malfoy…oh and Y/N, why are you two so late?” Snape asked firmly, but before any more words were spoken, Y/N ran to the broom cupboard. Breathless, she whipped the door open to see her boyfriend, ex-boyfriend and best friend, ex-best friend all over each other.

“My grandfather will definitely be hearing about this, but for now MY UNCLE WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS! YOU FILTHY LITTLE PEASANTS! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU TWO? HOW DARE YOU DECEIVE ME? ME?!?! Y/N Y/L/N? ONE MINUTE, IT WILL TAKE ME LESS THAN A MINUTE TO FUCK YOUR LIVES UP!” Y/N screamed, her eyes fogging up, but she didn’t dare let a tear fall.

“Babe, babe it's not what you think it is I…”

“Oh sod off, you didn’t deserve me anyways, my papa was right, I should’ve gone for some with the same standards as me. He was right, you were only with me for the money!” She screamed, trying not to break down in front of them. “You look like you're about to shit yourself sweetheart, don't worry i’ll just think all the money I spent on you was charity.” And with that she stormed off to go to potions, leaving Zabini and Parkinson dreading what might happen next.

“Uncle?” Y/N whispered, her head down, trying hard not to let the class know she was crying.

“Y/N? Where did you go?” Snape questioned, looking at his deceased sister’s last memento.

“Can I please talk to you?”

“We are in a…”

“Now?” she looked up a bit and Snape saw her puffy eyes, but at the same time someone else did as well. He quickly gave the class some work to do, grabbed Y/N and left the class.

Draco sat at his desk, observing everything that happened. He should've been happy, he was happy, until he saw her puffy eyes, her red eyes, eyes filled with tears and pain. The girl, who never cried, the girl who didn’t even cry when her parents were killed, the girl who only spread happiness and joy was crying. Y/N told her uncle everything and to say her uncle was more relieved than angry was an understatement. “Y/N, they will be punished, I promise you, but I am extremely happy right now that the facade ended. You deserve someone who is as wealthy as you, someone who me and your papa think is reliable and we have chosen the someone for you.”

“You have?”

“Yes, after you have graduated this year we will be visiting your future in-laws, it was your mother’s wish to get you married straight after you graduated. I will not tell you who it is, but you will be happy with this decision and one more thing focus on your N.E.W.T.S, not on that stupid boy, go to your dorm now.” Snape finished and showed a rare sign of affection by kissing the top of the heartbroken girl’s head.

Summer Holidays

Y/N, her papa and Snape were standing outside Malfoy Manor. Y/N was shocked, extremely shocked, her jaw was practically touching the floor. “Papa?” “Yes, my angel.” “THE Malfoys?” “Yes, my angel.” “THE Malfoys?” “I thought we already answered that question, but yes my angel.” “Papa, nooooooooo, pwease, pwease, pwease, pwease, pwease, pweaseeeeeee.” Y/N begged, with the cutest, most innocent puppy eyes and sad face. “No, father. No! Do not look at her and do not apparate back.” Snape said, receiving a glare from Y/N. “Angel, I don’t know how long i’m going to live and this is the last of your parents’ last wishes, please try to understand and not put up a fuss.” Y/N’s grandfather told her, he knew these words would melt Y/N a tiny bit and she would agree. “Fine, but please don’t talk about death, I don’t want to lose you two as well, you are the only good things I have left.” And with that said a house elf appeared and escorted them inside the manor.

Y/N was wearing a long red silk dress that showed off her curves, her hair braided like a crown at the top and the rest of her hair curled and down. She looked breathtaking. “Good afternoon, it’s lovely seeing you here Mr Snape, Severus and Miss Y/L/N.” a voice called, it was Lucius Malfoy. “Good afternoon son, good afternoon Narcissa, where is the young Malfoy?” Y/N’s papa questioned and Y/N tried her hardest not to roll her eyes at his name. “He’ll be down by the time we have settled down in the dining room.” Narcissa replied sweetly, she was Y/N’s favourite Malfoy, sweet and kind, she sometimes reminded her of her own mother.

When they entered the dining room, Draco was standing there waiting for them. The two teens made very awkward eye contact, to say the least, and Y/N could’ve sworn she saw Draco blush.

Draco’s POV

Fucking hell she looks amazing. What the hell? You hate her, you hate her, you hate her, well you don’t hate her, you dislike her. Right? Repeat the mantra Draco, you dislike her, you dislike her, you.. “Draco darling, come sit down. We all know Y/N looks beautiful tonight, no need to make her feel awkward.” Mother teased. Shit! Was I staring for that long? I took a seat in front of Y/N, which was probably the worst decision i’ve made tonight, and “So, should we talk about the wedding now or after dinner?” Father asked. “I think after dinner is perfect, an old man needs to fill his stomach up before making big decisions.” Y/N’s grandfather laughed and Y/N smiled and shook her head. Merlin, she looked angelic.

During dinner I think I looked at her about 50 times, very slyly, obviously. Me, the Slytherin Prince, being sly, as easy as pie. “Do I have something on my face?” Shit, she’s caught me. “Huh? I mean pardon?” “Do...I...have...something...on...my...face?” “You didn’t have to say it like I have a hearing problem! I can hear very well thanks!” “Well, you were the one who said ‘huh, pardon?’ not me! SO I thought maybe you’ve developed a hearing problem of some sort. Also, I asked you a question so stop avoiding it!” “Who said I was avoiding your silly question? To answer your question Y/L...Y/N, yes there is! Your nose, your eyes, your lips, your eyebrows, there's a lot on your face!” “Have you never…why are you guys laughing?” Y/N asked the elders around us “Oh nothing dear, how wonderful! Young love! What a beauty!” mother answered. “Young WHAT?” Both of us questioned, together! “Young love children, it always starts off with some teasing and bickering. You two already sound like a married couple!”

“Draco, please give Y/N the wonderful, wonderful, gift you have selected for her.” “Yes, mother. Y/N, here, this is for you.” I handed her a velvet box that had a green emerald pendant in it, mother had chosen it, because I didn’t know about this arrangement until yesterday night and I expect Y/N didn’t as well. “Thanks, um…” “Here angel give this to Draco. Son, Y/N selected this for you, with a lot of love.” “I did? I did, yeh I did! Um...here you go, hope you like it haha.” Ok she definitely didn’t pick it and she definitely didn’t know about this arrangement either. I opened the box to see a snake ring, not that I needed anymore, but I still liked it. “Thank you, I do like it.”

“Draco, son, why don’t you and Y/N go for a walk, we’ll call you when dessert is ready?” Mother offered, well basically told me, I nodded my head and waited for Y/N to stand up. I walked out and she was behind me, walking so slowly. We got to the garden and I turned around to see Y/N missing. “Y/N? Y/N? For Salazar’s sake Y/N are you that dumb you can’t follow a 5’9 guy properly? Y/N!” I yelled and to my surprise she was knelt down in front of the roses, looking at them in awe, like they were the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. “I was shouting your name Y/L/N, you could’ve at least told me you’re here!” “Oh, you were? The thing is, the two words you call me are midget or Y/L/N, so I couldn’t hear my first name from your pretty mouth.” “Pretty mouth? You think I have a pretty mouth? Well you will be thrilled to know that after marriage this pretty mouth will be all yours!” I smirked, but internally cursing myself for being such an idiotic flirt, that was such a stupid pick up line, if you would even call it a pick up line.

“Thank you.” she said softly. “Thank you? I should say thank you, you complimented..” “No, you git! Thank you for telling me about Bla...those two.” She looked down towards her feet. “Y/N/N, um, Y/N, shit um, Y/L/N, I…it’s um...you don’t need to thank me. I...um...I…” “So first you call me by my first name, then you call me by my nickname and now you stutter as well? Any other surprises Draco?” DRACO! SHE CALLED ME DRACO! I SWEAR MY HEART DID 5 SOMERSAULTS IN 2 SECONDS! Her saying my first name was so damn cute. “I’m sorry.” “Oh for fucks sake another surprise! THE Draco Malfoy apologizing, now that really is a surprise!” She laughed anndddddd there we go again my heart flipping over and over again. “But honestly, jokes apart, why are you saying sorry?” “Because I made you cry that day.” “Not the first time.” “Oh, wait, I've made you cry before?” “Mhm, but forget that…” “No, no, no forgetting, please tell me.” “Anddddd another surprise. Draco, are you sure you’re not drunk?” “No, I'm not.” I grabbed her hand and led her to the bench near us and sat down, patting the place next to me telling her to sit down. To my surprise, she actually did. “Do you remember in first year I was wearing an old rusty watch?” “Yes?” “And you made fun of me for having all the money in the world, but wearing a rusty old watch like a mudbl...that word. That was my late mother’s watch, it was the first present my father got her when they got married, with his own money, not his inheritance. And it was thrown in the bin, because it wasn’t slytherin enough” Oh shit. “Then when you broke my quill?” “I didn’t Goyle did.” “You stood there and laughed, you stood there and encouraged him. That was my late father’s lucky quill and he gave it to me before he died and said my lucky charm gets my lucky quill, I don’t need this when I have you with me.” I was such a prick. “Then when…” “I...I can't hear anymore Y/N, I am sorry, I really am sorry.”

I look up to see tears rolling down her cheeks. I made her cry again. “Y/N/N I am so sorry, please, please don’t cry. Please love please. Please don’t cry.” I moved forward so I was sitting right next to her. Hesitantly, I brought her into my chest and wrapped my arms around her, one arm resting on the back of her head and one on her back. “Sshh, sshh it’s fine, it’ll all be ok, i’m so sorry, so so sorry. I am a fuck up, a big fuck up.” I moved my hands to each side of her cheek, wiping away the tears with my thumbs. “Do you know why I was a dick to you? It won’t really justify what I did, but it is something. I don’t know how to handle feelings Y/N, I show the same emotions to people I love, people I hate, people I like and people I dislike. The only person I’m not like that with is my mother. When I first saw you, I practically died there and then, I didn’t know how someone could look so beautiful, then after Christmas when I heard your parents passed away, I thought you’d be broken, but no, you were still smiling, giggling, enjoying yourself and to be honest I was jealous. How could someone be so strong. Then you got your first boyfriend, who wasn’t me, that killed me. Then you broke up after 2 years and he hurt you, so I hurt him and he broke both his arms during a quidditch game, even though we were in the same team and Ravenclaw got the blame. Then literally 6 months later you and Zabini got into a relationship, even though he knew I had feelings for you. If I really hated you Y/N, I would’ve stayed quiet about the fact that Zabini was cheating on you with Pansy. I kept trying to tell myself that I hate you, I dislike you, but everytime I see that smile of yours I can’t stop. Y/N/N, I’ve liked you since first year and I know it’s hard to believe, but I have.” Woah, okay I got that out of the way, but why wasn’t she replying?

Her mouth was wide open, eyes practically popping out of her head and she was frozen, I swear for a minute I thought someone had frozen her. “Can you please reply? I’m kinda shitting myself here.” Why did I say that? I mentally facepalmed myself. “What the fuck Draco? What the actual fuck? You can’t just be a dick for 7 years then say you love, well like me and then expect me to answer within 2 minutes of you saying that! I need time to actually let my brain function and understand what just happened!” “Um, ha, yeh, um...take as much time as…” “Oh, I will, thank you very much!” “Actually, um...could you kinda hurry up, because your silence and glare are kinda scaring me.” “Mhm.” “Mhm?” “Mhm” “Mhm?” “Mhm” “Mhm?” M FUCKING HM! NOW SHUT UP!” “I...sorry.” She looks so cute when she’s angry, wow. It started to rain ever so slightly, but looking up at the sky, it was obvious it was going to be pouring with rain very soon.

“I can’t believe it took you 7 years to say that you git! You are cute and tall and you have really nice eyes and you are quite handsome. We would have cute babies.” She started talking and I choked on my own spit. “Did I interrupt you when you were talking?” “No, sorry.” I cleared my throat. “I did have a little, now don’t suddenly have an ego boost, right where was I? Yeh! I did have a little crush on you, since we became potions partners, even though you were the world’s biggest prick. KEYWORD Malfoy, were! What I’m tryna get at here is, maybe, well yeah I like you too, but because both of us are, KEYWORDS AGAIN Draco, ARE AND WE, um where was I again? Yeh. We are so stubborn we didn’t tell each other that. Ok so what i’m gonna say is big, but don’t freak out, but I think the decision for us to get married was the right decision, but wrong time, but now I feel like it’s the right decision right…”I cut her off by cupping her cheeks and kissing her, she was shocked at first, but then our lips were moving in sync and that’s when I realised what I had done. Once again mentally facepalming myself during the kiss. Merlin, she was hard to resist, she’s adorable.

As I had expected it was pouring with rain and honestly, I just wanted time to stop, Y/N with me, it’s pouring with rain, how romantic! Oh if she heard me she’d think I’m so cringey. I pulled away and “Um sorry, I interrupted you again.” “This is the one interruption I don’t mind.” she said laughing and I could feel my face heating up and going red. This time, she pulled me in to kiss, her soft hands going around and wrapping around my neck and my hands resting on her waist. But obviously I couldn’t have a good moment without being interrupted. “Papaaaaa, THE Malfoys? THE Malfoys? Papaaaa noooooooo, pwease, pwease, pwease, pwease, pweaseeeeeeee. You two are the only good things I have lefttttttt. Angel, you said these words, not even 2 hours ago.” “Papa? Um, I, you always say you’re right and you’ll always make good decisions for me, so um I was just checking if the decision is really good or not.” Y/N laughed awkwardly, realised what she said and, “No, I meant, we were, um I don’t know, Draco?” “Oh um, Sir, we were getting to know each othe...ouch!” Y/N stepped on my foot and I realised what I had just said, we were stuck in a messy situation. “Oh kids, you youngsters say you understand jokes, but looking at your flustered states I don’t think you do.” Mr Snape laughed and we awkwardly laughed with him. “Once you’ve finished what you’ve started, come down and have dessert, just make sure Severus doesn’t see you two or he’ll probably hex you son.” “Papppppaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” “See you in the dining room angel” And with that Y/N’s papa walked off laughing.

“One good thing Malfoy, one damn good thing was happening and you fuck up again!” “Fuck up, excuse you, but I didn’t invite your papa to walk into us snogging did I?” “Well, you could’ve, I don’t know, been more alert of the situation, kept your eyes open, looking out for people!” “Oh wow, so you expect me to keep my eyes open mid make out to look out for people. Darling, don’t you think that’s a bit creepy?” “No, well, yes, but no, but yes. Oh for fucks sake Draco! You’re so annoying!” Y/N starts walking stomping away. “Hey, we haven’t finished what we started!” “Sod off Malfoy, go finish it off with Parkinson!” Parkinson? Where did she come from? “OI! Come back!” I yelled, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into me before slamming my lips onto hers. Breathless, I reluctantly pull back, “Finish what we started off remember? Now, where were we again?” And we did finish off what we started, the only problem was that we didn’t want it to finish and we had to finish it so someone else (Severus Snape) didn't walk in on us making out. I quickly said a drying spell and we went back to the dining room.

Reader’s POV

“Welcome back children. Hope you enjoyed your time together.” Narcissa greeted the two, “Your wedding has been scheduled to be next month, 9th to be exact. Y/N as I am sure Severus and your grandfather have no idea how to shop for wedding dresses, Narcissa will take you.” “Yes, Sir, that’s perfectly fine.” “Oh please don’t call me Sir, you can call me father.” “Thank you.” “Tomorrow you and Draco will go out for lunch, I have booked you two a table. It is at 1:30 exactly, please do not be late.” “Um, I will be there, thank you.” “No need to say thank you dear.”

The Next Day

1:30 went to 1:40 to 1:50 to 2:00 to 2:30, but there was no sign of the young Malfoy and Y/N was getting very, very annoyed. “I’m leaving!” Y/N mumbled. “Y/N! Wait up!” Malfoy yelled, extremely out of breath. “WHAT TIME DO YOU CALL THIS? I HAVE BEEN WAITING HERE FOR AN HOUR DRA...MALFOY AND YOU ARE LATE! ENJOY THIS LUNCH BY YOURSELF, BECAUSE I AM NO LONGER INTERESTED! TAKE WHOEVER HELD YOU UP TO THIS LUNCH! I AM NOT HUNGRY!” and with that Y/N apparated back to her home. “Great, now what do I do?” Draco asked himself, rubbing the back of his neck.

“That git…” “Language.” “That boy was 1 hour late papa! I hate people who aren’t punctual! I can’t trust him, what if he’s late to our wedding?” “So you’re already thinking about your wedding?” “No...I…” “Go freshen up sweetheart. You seem tired” “Ok papa.”

WHOOSH! “What the..” “Hey!” Malfoy said. “Malfoy, before just apparating into someone's bedroom you should really apparate outside and knock first! As you can see I am currently wrapped in only a towel and I do not appreciate you turning up like this! You either turn up late or turn up without warning!” Y/N yelled, “Well I was late and you left, so I decided I’ll surprise you and turn up at your home” and to tease her more the platinum haired boy walked closer and closer, until Y/N’s knees hit the bed and she fell backwards. Draco leaned over her and whispered “You said something about us having cute babies yesterday, wouldn’t mind trying that out.” He stood back up and turned around, “I’ll wait for you downstairs, I have a little surprise for you.” And with that he left, leaving a very flustered Y/N laying on her bed, blushing like a maniac.

“Angel, look who’s here!” Y/N’s papa pointed towards Draco and Draco greeting her like he hadn’t just seen her half naked and left her extremely flustered 15 minutes ago. “What a very pleasant surprise!” Y/N greeted, very sarcastically. “Sir..” “Call me papa” “Papa, if I have your permission, could I take your angel somewhere today. Even though we were in the same school, same house, same year, we don’t know much about each other. I’d like to spend the day getting to know her.”

“Getting to know her? Like yesterday?” “PAPAAAAAA!” “I’m just joking angel.” “Son, come here quickly.” “Yes papa?” “Please do use protection if you get that far.” Mr Snape whispered in Draco’s ear, this time leaving Draco flustered, but Y/N overheard “PAPAAAA! OMG! DRACO GO OUTSIDE I’LL COME IN A MINUTE!” “Oh angel, look how red you have gotten, but please be safe.” “BYE PAPA!” “Bye angel.”

“You want babies, but papa wants us to use protection, pray tell me how that works?” “DRACOOOOOO!” “I haven’t even done anything and you’re already screaming my name.” “I will strangle you!” “Kinky.” “MALFOYYYY.” “Draco sounds better.” “That’s it, go where you wanna go alone, I’m not going with you.” “But I need you to have babies, I can’t have babies by myself, even though they would be perfect.” “DRACO! I AM GOING BACK HOME! AGAIN! ENJOY!” “Final decision?” “YUP!” Draco picked Y/N up bridal style, “PUT ME DOWNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!” “The more you cooperate the quicker we get there sweetheart.” and led her to a very posh restaurant, different to the one from lunch, putting her down when they were at the door. They enter, have a lovely meal, get to know each other more (with words and quite a lot of kissing, let’s say more kissing than words) and when they had finished eating, Draco grabbed Y/N’s hand and said “Y/N, I know I've been a dick to you and I know I don’t deserve you. You are so beautiful, so adorable and yes we would have the cutest babies, mainly because of you and in order for that to happen you have to become Mrs Malfoy,” He got down on one knee and finished it off “Will you do the honour of marrying me, completing me and helping me become better? Will you Miss Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N marry me?” Y/N was in tears, she was an emotional wreck and to make it worse Draco stood up and before putting a ring on her finger, handed her two things, a watch that was EXACTLY like her mother’s and a quill that was EXACTLY like her father’s lucky quill.

“Dray…” she whispered, knowing if she spoke any louder she'd be sobbing. “I had to, we do need your parents' blessing as well and I didn’t want to feel guilty about the mistakes I made in the past and then look at you everytime and be reminded of all the times I made you cry and...this was the reason I was late earlier as well, I’m sorry my love. ” “YOU GIT! CAN YOU EVER DO ANYTHING WITHOUT MAKING ME CRYYYYYYYY?” “Hmmmmm, would making babies make you cry?” “DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY!” “Hey, I don’t wanna hear my father’s name being screamed in the process.” “DRACOOOO!” “That’s better, but we haven’t even started, Merlin, you wouldn’t last 10 minutes.” He chuckled, earning a big slap on the chest from Y/N. “You haven’t answered my question. Will you marry me?” “Do I have a choice? I do want cute babies.” “So, yes?” “Yes!” He slid the Malfoy ring on her finger and they shared a passionate, loving kiss, both melting into each other. “Do you want me to keep my eyes open?” Draco teased. “Draco, if you want me to kiss you then you need to shut up before you lose the privilege to be kissed.” “Mhm, mhm. You wouldn’t want that though.” “Just kiss me you sap” and before they could deepen the kiss, “I hope you remember my advice son!” Y/N’s grandfather yelled from outside the window. “PAPAAAAAAAAAA!” “How does he turn up every time I’m kissing you?” “If I knew don’t you think I’d make sure it doesn’t happen again? Draco use your brain for once.” the two lovers chuckled

Marriage Day

“Are you ready angel?” “I think I am papa.” “Then let’s go, they’re waiting for us.” The doors opened and all eyes were on Y/N, she looked stunning and Draco could not get his eyes off of her. “Holy shit,” he mumbled, earning a nudge from his father. The vows are said and they were pronounced husband and wife, Mr and Mrs Malfoy, finishing it off with a sweet kiss. Y/N’s grandfather goes up to the newly wedded couple and whispers “Remember the advice I gave you last month? Don’t use that today.” “papaaa,” Y/N whispered, her papa leaving the two of them blushing and shaking their heads while he went and sat down. “Well at least we now know when we can start making cute babies.” Draco whispered “You’re such an idiot.” “I’m your idiot,” “Sap” “Only for you.”

Quite some time later

“Daddy?” “Yes Angel?” “Me and Shcorp have a question.” “Go ahead.” “Shcorp you ask.” “Daddy?” “Yes Scorpius?” “Did you and mummy have an argument last night?” “No sweetheart we didn't, why'd you ask?” Y/N asked, giving the twins milkshakes, Draco his coffee and sitting down next to him drinking her own coffee. Draco wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her closer to him and then gave her a confused look and she shrugged her shoulders in response. “Because we heard mummy shout your name quite a few times last night.” “JDCIFDOIACODJNAOVCD” Y/N and Draco both choked on their coffees, red in the face and extremely embarrassed, both coughing their lungs out staring at each other not knowing what to do or say. “My lovely children, have you heard of the term making cute babies?” Y/N’s papa came in and asked. The innocent children shaking their heads and their poor parents growing redder and redder. “Well, that’s what was happening.” the old man laughed. “PAPAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Draco and Y/N shouted, very very embarrassed. To hide her embarrassment she hid her face in Draco’s chest. “So you were making cute babies? WE WANT TO MAKE CUTE BABIES!” “SCORP! ANGEL! NO!” the embarrassed couple yelled, “Children let your parents do that job.” “PAPPPPAAAAAAAAAA!” 

Y/N was right when she said they’d make cute babies, because the two kids sitting in front of them were the cutest and most beautiful kids anyone had seen.

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found.

Eleven.

Pairing: Kenobi!oc x Din Djarin

Summary: Satine and Obi-wan’s daughter fought in the war against the Empire and lost her faith when she lost Mandalore. Until she found him. A lone Mandalorian searching for a Jedi.

Warnings: Grogu has a nightmare, domestic fluff and also bickering like an old married couple. dont let kids play with wires. Cara Dune interrogating Din, Greef being an unwanted wingman, Din struggling with emotions, minor jealousy but its forgotten pretty quickly, Din being a lil mad at Boba but not all is as it seems there

Word Count: 7.3k

A/N: this is long, oops, I intended Dins pov to be like a 1k lil snippit not a 4k inner monologue and overthinking, also don’t hate me for Boba in this story because trust me they are gonna have it out eventually and there’ll be some hard truths

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I'm woken by soft whimpers and know something isn't right. I sit up and find the kid awake in his hammock with his eyes pressed shut and making sounds of distress.

"Hey, it's okay," I say taking him in my arms and he buries his face in my shoulder. "Did you have a nightmare?"

He whimpers a confirmation and I can feel the terror that's shaken his poor little body. Something far deeper than the normal nightmares that plague a child.

"You're safe," I tell him and hear Din come down the stairs as I scoot to the edge of the cot where he crouches down in front of us. "Your dad and I would never let anything happen to you. You're safe with us."

Din removes his glove and reaches over so the kid can wrap his hand around his tan finger. "It's okay kid. You're okay."

The sight stuns me for just a moment before I move onto the floor so there's room for Din to sit beside me and the kid, so he can reach for us both.

The child whimpers as he holds Dins finger tightly and I cup the back of his head, feeling darkness but none that comes from within him. But from a deep trauma inflicted upon him.

Something I know far too well.

And I manipulate the force around him, within him, driving out the darkness with the light. "Feel it, feel the light. Feel it surrounding you. Protecting you. Feel the force."

His breathing begins to calm and I sing to him softly, an old Mandalorian lullaby, as I soothe him. Din looks at me also stunned, having never heard me speak Mando'a before. With his father and I holding him, the drifts off back to sleep and his grip loosens around Din's finger.

"Thank you," Din says quietly but even now the child's asleep I can feel his concern and it matches mine.

"Has he had nightmares before?"

"Sometimes, but not often," he answers. "I don't know how to help him, I know I sound paranoid but I don't think they're just what a normal kid has nightmares about."

"He's not a normal kid, and you're right Din," I say rubbing the child's back. "I can feel trauma within him, I don't know what from but I can imagine. The Jedi... for so long we were hunted down and killed by inquisitors. Once they even came for me when I was ten, when they first began to suspect who my father was and wanted to draw him out of hiding. I know more than most about what they'd do to force sensitive children but I think this stems past that."

"What do you mean?"

"Order 66," I answer quietly. "The order to exterminate the Jedi. He is fifty years old, with the abilities he has he would've had to have been in the care of the Jedi. I can't say for certain what he's seen but I know it's dark."

He strokes the kids ear with his thumb and I can feel the sickness in him at the thought of anyone harming the child. "I'd do anything for him, but I just don't know how to help him. I don't understand all this Jedi stuff, the force."

I cover his bare hand with mine and hear the sharp intake of breath but he doesn't withdraw it or make any indication it's unwelcome.

"That's why I'm here Din. I've seen what this is like to someone who doesn't understand," I say thinking of Han with Ben. "For someone who has never had anything to do with the force to raise someone like him, it's hard, but don't doubt yourself."

He looks down at our hands and at the kid, then back to the sleeping compartment. "You should try to get back to sleep."

"It's alright, I don't want to disturb him," I say looking down at the sleeping child in my arms. "I'll stay here."

He stands but doesn't go to the cockpit, he reaches into the sleeping compartment and pulls out a blanket. Time seems to move slower as he walks back over to us and crouches down, draping the blanket around the child and I. The simple action saying more than words ever could.

"Thank you," I mouth to him and can feel the tension within him melt away, able to feel his body's reaction beneath that armour.

He goes to leave but pauses as the child reaches out to him, even in his sleepy state able to sense his distance. I look up at Din and he sighs as he comes and sits beside me once again, checking the kid over.

He moves away a little and for a moment I'm confused until he removes the beskar on his shoulder so I can lean more comfortably against him. Again, the simple gesture saying more than words ever could. And as sleep again begins to take me my head rests on his shoulder, able to feel the soft warmth through his shirt, and the last thing I'm aware of is his bare hand brushing my own and squeezing it softly.

And he must think I'm already asleep because I swear I hear him whisper to me, so quietly I may have imagined it.

"Sweet dreams Mesh'la."

~

I wake again in the sleeping compartment and sit up in a state of confusion knowing that's definitely not where I fell asleep, unless what happened was just a dream.

As it all comes back to me it feels like the most plausible conclusion.

I check the little hammock and realise Din must have the kid, so I take the opportunity to use the shower on board. As expected it's a small sonic shower built into what I imagine was once a closet but it does the job.

If there's one thing I learned as a soldier it's to sleep and get yourself cleaned up whenever the opportunity strikes. Some habits stay with you.

I look at my hair which I usually wear in a neatly braided crown but decide to just leave it loose for once knowing we'll likely just be sitting in the cockpit. For once not wanting to be dressed for war.

When I'm decent I climb up to the cockpit and I'm confused by the sight in front of me. Din on his knees peering into a little door that no doubt leads to a technical compartment.

"Din. Where's the kid?" I ask and he looks at me like he's been caught red handed. "I swear if you tell me he's in there-"

He gives me an apologetic shrug and I stick my head in to see the kid holding wires.

"Din Djarin," I scold and he actually jumps at the sound of his full name. "A child should not be playing with wires!"

"He's fine, he knows what he's doing," he assures me and raises his hands in his defence as I raise a single warning eyebrow. "He had a good sleep so he'll be fine."

"He had a good sleep?" I question still not completely sure if last night was a dream.

"Yeah, after you put him back to sleep he woke up before you did so I put you back in the cot. Figured you'd be more comfortable," he elaborates and I still, trying to hide the panic on my face as I realise last night actually did happen.

"I don't remember waking up?" I question still quite confused and a little panicked.

"You were out cold, you needed the sleep, didn't want to wake you up," he says and I realise he must have picked me up and stuck me in there. "I'm surprised the kid didn't wake you up when he was running around earlier."

The kid coos from inside the little tunnel and for a moment I'm genuinely concerned my senses aren't quite as attuned as I like to give myself credit for.

"So am I," I say, wondering how long I've been out for but after these past days with Bo-Katan I can't quite blame myself, Din even said himself that I needed the rest.

Then another memory strikes me so hard a small noise escapes the back of my throat.

"Sweet dreams Mesh'la."

"You okay?"

"Absolutely fine," I say a little too quickly and just as quickly change the subject. "Now what the hell is the kid doing in there?"

I can almost hear his silent cursing as I get back to the current situation, thinking he'd distracted me from it, and he sticks his head back through the hole to hide from me.

"Did you get the wire out? The red wire?" I stand there with my arms crossed watching him in disapproval.

"Huh?" we hear from in the tunnel and it's the most solid and most fitting word I've ever heard the kid say.

"Din he's a kid, not an electrician."

"He's a Jedi," he says looking up at me in sheer sweet ignorance. "Can't the force help him?"

I honestly can't even be mad at this point as I exclaim "That's not how the force works!"

"Then what is it good for?"

I just shake my head at him in exasperation but I can't help the smile I have to suppress and he sticks his head back through the little door. "No, no, no, the red one. Show me the red one."

"Does he even know colours?" I ask Din and he looks at me like I'm the idiot in this room.

"Of course he knows colours."

"He can't even make a coherent word how do you expect him to know colours?"

"I don't know, he's fifty years old! And don't kids just know this stuff?"

"I don't know!"

We both just look at each other and sigh realising there's a lot neither of us know about kids. We'd protect him with our lives but we don't know the first thing about teaching him actual kid stuff.

Teaching him how to lift a ball is easy, teaching him to talk and read... I need Leia. It's past time I got in contact with her considering those charges but I don't have any way to considering we aren't in my own ship with my damn comlink.

"The red one," he repeats and I scoot in beside him so we can both peer into the tunnel. The kid holds up the red wire. "Yes good." Din looks at me and I can feel the smug little look on his face beneath that helmet. "See, he knows colours."

I squint at him. "Yes, but not complex wiring."

"It's not complex," he retorts and I can't help but gape at him. "Now, you're going to plug that red wire where the blue wire goes in the board."

The kid looks at the two wires in his hands and coos in confusion.

"Put the red wire where the blue wire goes in the board," Din repeats. "Okay?"

"No, not okay!"

He has the audacity to hush me as the kid waddles to the wire board. "But don't let them touch."

The kid looks back at us and makes another confused sound.

"You see where you took the blue one off?" Din asks while I'm just shaking my head at him. "Yes now put the red one- no, don't put the blue one back. Put the red one where the blue one was, and put the blue one where the red one was."

The kid starts getting a little overwhelmed and looks between the two wires in his hands like he's given up.

"They're oppositely charges, so keep them away from each other," Din tells him. "No, hold them apart, no-"

The kid and I both let out a shriek as they touch and smoke fills the tunnel.

"Din I told you!" I scold and peer into the tunnel. "Kid?" I call out nervously but he's not dead so that's a good sign we haven't completely failed at parenting yet.

"Are you okay?" Din asks and the smoke clears enough for us to see him cough, looking more offended than anything else.

"Come here kid," I say and he waddles towards us while Din just sighs in disappointment.

"Well it was worth a shot."

I pull the kid out and cradle him in my arms giving Din a very specific look, one my mother often gave to my father.

"Alright, alright," he says raising his hands. "You were right, but so was I."

"Were you now?" I test and this might be the most afraid I've ever seen the Mandalorian and with good reason.

"He knows colours."

I want to be mad, but again I have to suppress a smile as I shake my head at him and he helps me to my feet, offering what I know is an awkward smile beneath that helmet.

"Breakfast?"

~

The kid and Din look quite the pair as they sit beside each other with their bowls of soup.

"You want me to take the kid up to the cockpit?" I ask so Din can actually eat on his own.

"It's alright," he says and I avert my gaze as he tilts his helmet back just enough to be able to drink it, something I know he notices.

He also notices how quickly I down my empty soup bowl and asks "Habits of a soldier?"

"Better get used to them," I reply and quirk my eyebrow at him, still trying to cover up how I panicked earlier.

While I didn't imagine the kids nightmare and falling asleep on Din's shoulder I was still tired enough I could have misheard what he said or imagined it. But it was a little too specific for even me to make up.

Mesh'la.

A Mandalorian term of affection. Beautiful.

It's been years since I've heard it used, years since I've even heard anyone speak Mando'a.

Even in my sleepy state it's the last thing my mind would make up.

From how he's acting he either didn't say it or thinks I was out cold when he did.

My gut tells me the latter.

"There's no way we're making it to Corvus in this shape," he says and I look away as he again lifts up his helmet by just a fraction, even if I looked I know I'd only see his jaw at most but even then it would feel like a violation of his privacy. Seeing his bare hand last night felt scandalous enough, even knowing the colour of his skin feels like too much.

I had found myself wondering in rare quiet moments what is beneath that armour, but I only want to know as much as he wants me to. Anything else feels wrong.

"I think we need to visit some friends for repairs."

"Friends?" I ask and immediately I know it comes out the wrong way but he plays along.

"Believe it or not I do have some, on Nevarro," he tells me. "One's an ex-trooper, a rebel one, not Imperial. You'd like her."

Her.

I'm glad my gaze is already averted because I never would have been able to hide the impact that single word has on me. I've never been the jealous type, hell Lando would flirt with anything that moved without realising it which is why I'm surprised that I'd even care about an old friend of Din's. But then again, it's always been the not knowing that makes me uneasy.

Even then I shouldn't care.

Despite how I try to rationalise it, I can't deny that some part of me does care. Enough so Din must also notice my momentary silence.

"Glad to see you're keeping good company then," I comment casually to play it off. "I wouldn't be very happy if you were taking me to meet Imperials that's for sure."

"I'm not stupid enough to ever put you in the same room as an Imperial," he says also trying to play it off but there's an uneasiness in his voice that makes me curse having even the slightest reaction. A stupid reaction all things considered.

Why should I even care? It's not like I'm his wife. Or anything even in the same system as that. I'm- I don't know what I am. An associate? A friend? If anything I feel more like I'm a co-parent. There's nothing about this situation that can be easily labelled.

"I've never been to Nevarro," I continue making sure to keep my voice light but it comes off giddy from nervousness. "How is it?"

"I'll be surprised to see if it's still standing."

The latter part of that answer takes me by surprise then I remember something from the first time we ever spoke.

"Nevarro," I repeat as I turn to look at him properly. "It's where your covert was."

He gives me a single nod. "And the Bounty Hunters Guild, but the man who ran the Hub's apparently gone legit."

"So Nevarro was your home?" I ask and the question takes him a little while to answer.

"For a while I suppose you could have called it that. But this ship's all I've got now."

"There's nothing wrong with that," I say knowing the Falcon will always be Han's home. Like this ship is Din's. It seems Leia and I may have some more things in common when I next see her.

I want to ask more about his Covert but I know that's not a question he's ready for. Or perhaps ever will be. While I've been a relatively open book when a topic arises I know Din's identity, his secrecy, is important to him. Just like his choice to wear his helmet it's something I respect.

"I'll set the course for Nevarro," he says standing and stretching. "It shouldn't take too long, then once the repairs are done we'll make our way to Corvus."

"Always on the move," I say to myself and look at the kid. "You know colours but do you know numbers?"

~

By the time we arrive at Navarro Din and I have exhausted the poor kid with all our questions, bickering over what he does and doesn't know.

"His knowledge is perfectly fine," Din tells me as we make our way through the ship.

"He's fifty and can't talk," I retort to which the kid makes an offended sound.

"Give him time."

"It's a bit premature to teach him how to use the force if he can't talk, or read for that matter."

"He knows what he's doing," he promises me as he opens the landing platform and I don't even have a moment to dwell on my thoughts from earlier before the sun blinds us.

Then I see them there and could almost laugh.

"Mando," the man says, visibly surprised. "Who's the lovely lady you have on board?"

"This is-" Din begins but she cuts him off.

"Kyra Kenobi, could that really be you?"

"Cara Dune," I grin as I hop off the platform. "I'll be damned. How many years has it been?"

"Too many," she replies and I hug my old friend.

"Kyra Kenobi?" the man stammers and Din looks at Cara and I in confusion.

"You two know each other?"

"The best shock trooper I had," I say proudly. "Those were some crazy missions alright."

"You don't need to remind me," she says resting a hand on my shoulder. "None of the other generals would touch those missions but this crazy woman right here couldn't refuse."

He tilts his head at us in disbelief and I flash him a smile, from the way his shoulders relax I realise I wasn't the only one who'd been dwelling on this.

"Kyra Kenobi," the man says shaking my hand, clearly knowing my reputation. "I'm Greef Karga, the Magistrate of Nevarro. It's certainly a surprise to have you here, but a welcome one and an honour, we have never had a royal visitor before."

"It's sure as hell a surprise," Cara says looking between us with what at best is surprise but I can see the question in her eyes. "And this one's more a soldier than royalty that's for sure."

"I must agree with Dune," I chuckle nervously at being greeted like this.

"How did General Kenobi, the Duchess of Mandalore herself end up with this old Mandalorian?" Greef asks and I laugh anxiously at the phrasing of it.

"I was looking for a Mandalorian. He was looking for a Jedi," I answer. "Didn't quite go as planned."

"She's going to train the child in his powers," Din elaborates. "She's been good to have around."

The words take me by surprise, the downplaying. But considering everyone who meets us assumes we're together it's not surprising. Then again, he's not downplaying it at all. That's exactly what this is. I'm here to train the child, and that's all.

Greef and Cara both give us a funny look and Din looks back at his ship. "We're in need of some repairs, how's my credit around here?"

"I think something could be arranged," Cara assures him, taking the kid in her arms who coos happily at her before reaching for me.

"I'll get my best people on it," Greef says as Cara passes me the kid. "But first, may I have the pleasure of showing the Duchess around the establishment?"

I can't remember the last time anyone outside of Chandrila has called me a duchess, it still feels strange to hear. The Duchess of Mandalore was my mother, I was the princess, and before the destruction of Mandalore I felt more like a General than Duchess.

Even now I still feel like a lost princess who lost her parents rather than the ruler of a ruined society. Being called Duchess is another reminder of a life that was lost with Mandalore, except now as I look at Din and the child in my arms another stand's right in front of me.

~

Din POV

She looks back at me asking for confirmation, with her eyes asking if I trust him and I give a single nod.

"I'd be honoured Magistrate Karga," she says formally and she looks to the kid in her arms. "Do you want to come with me or stay with Mando?"

Never once have I had to ask her not to use my name, she just knows, and that's why I like having her around, she just knows. She can read me, perhaps more than I like, but it makes it easy. Despite our initial friction she respects my creed, respects me enough she averts her gaze without being asked and knows when not to push. Being around someone who just knows those things... it's been a long time since I've felt so comfortable with someone, if ever.

The kid wraps his little hand around her finger and she smiles down at him. He's taken with her, and I can understand why. She's warm, kind, open with her affection. Things I can't afford to be.

But then again, when I see her wielding that laser sword I begin to doubt it. I begin to wonder how someone so battle hardened can still be so full of hope, of life. Especially after the things she's endured, things she's spat out in fits of anger or confessed in quiet moments.

Yet here she is, looking like the darkness that comes with our lines of work has never even touched her. But I know that's far from the truth.

"Coming with me then," she says and the child coos happily. He's grown attached to her, and every time she looks at me with those eyes I understand how. She brushes her red hair out of her eyes and lets it fall loose down her back, even dressed in combat boots with gauntlets and armed with a blaster it makes her look gentle, peaceful. Beautiful. "Is that okay?"

I nod knowing that the child is as safe as he could be with her, and Greef extends his arm to her. "Duchess."

He's definitely turned his on charms for her and her eyes are on me as she accepts his arm, giving me a nod farewell and I watch as he guides her towards the town, both of them happily chatting, at ease. Only now does it strike me that she's a public figure who'd be a person of interest to a magistrate.

She's royalty, a Duchess. She's a lot of things, a Jedi, a Mandalorian, a General. But at heart she's a soldier.

A true warrior.

And that's all that matters to me.

I watch until her red hair disappears in the crowd and notice the look Cara's giving me.

"Kyra Kenobi," she says but I'd rather not be the one being interrogated.

"You fought two fought together?"

When I mentioned Cara to her on the ship I noticed how she froze. She may be able to read me, read what's beneath the helmet, but she doesn't realise just how expressive she is, even when she tries not to be. While she's been so busy trying to get a read on me she hasn't noticed how I've memorised every little revealing thing about her.

The seriousness in her eyes when she's deep in contemplation. The way she blinks and her jaw clenches when she's upset. The long, blank stare in her eyes when she's remembering something she doesn't want to, something that pains me to see, something I know far too well. How her fingers fidget when she's uncomfortable. The way her lip twitches and her eyes shine when she's trying her best but failing awfully at suppressing a smile.

How quickly she eats as if she might be called away for duty at any moment. How she's so comfortable sleeping wherever and whenever the opportunity presents itself. The way the tone of her voice and her entire composure changes when she's giving commands. All the habits she's picked up after a decade as a soldier, as a general.

The deadly calm that washes over her before she truly snaps like she did at her aunt. If she's angry there's no hiding it, and if she disapproves of something I'll definitely know about it that's for sure, just like earlier with the kid. But when she's truly dangerous her eyes are like a predators. Waiting to strike. A look akin to that of a bounty hunter.

It's a bounty hunters job to know their quarry, the way they think, the way they act, to predict them. It's no different with her, even if she is full of surprises. But finally I think I know enough about her past to be able to work out the rest. It's been easy with how open she is, never delving into too much detail but just enough that I know what I need to know.

So when I saw the way she stilled when I mentioned Cara I wasn't naive enough to be able to ignore it. Even if she tried to laugh it off, to pretend it was nothing, I still saw it, and I knew there was only one reason for it as much as both of us wanted to pretend otherwise.

Despite how much we've come to know each other there are still many things between us that remain unsaid, that being just one of them.

"I fought with her," Cara says and the raw respect in her eyes takes me by surprise as we slowly start to walk to the town. "Most Generals at that point had retired, Solo, Calrissian, Skywalker. All the big heroes. Except for her. When the war was over she didn't bask in all that glory, she was out in the field. Volunteering to be dropped into no man's land to command troops and mop up the messes the others ignored. I know all the people calling the shots thought she was mad for wanting to be out there but she was the best fighter in the Rebellion."

"Did you know she's a Jedi?" I ask knowing this all would have been a lot simpler if I'd been pointed in her direction.

"Jedi? No. If I knew anything about the Jedi I would have told you," she dismisses. "I knew her and another one of the heroes were some kind of special warrior type with their laser swords and the other stuff but I just knew her as General Kenobi. Trust me when I say this is the first time I've ever heard her be called a Duchess." She almost seems amused to hear it. "And either way, I thought she'd be retired by now."

"Oh she has no intention of that," I say knowing at some point she'll be going to Chandrila to order an airstrike, and that I'll be coming with her.

I know I panicked when we were taking that freighter, when I thought she would leave the kid to go on fighting. But I saw the look in her eyes when we both realised where the conflict truly was. We were both sworn to the child, but to each other was a different question.

One that still hangs between us.

"She sure as hell deserves an early retirement but it would probably drive her crazy sitting around all day," she chuckles. I know Cara well by now, and I know she doesn't speak with this much respect about just anybody.

"You respect her."

The look in her eyes shifts and she lowers her voice. "When she found out where I was from she did a lot for me. Put me in contact with the Princess herself. I never asked her to but she did anyways. She went out of her way for me with no reason to, she's that sort of person. That's why she was the best General the Rebellion had, she cared about each and every one of her soldiers and did everything in her power to make sure they came home."

"When I heard about her reputation I only heard that she was the best fighter in the rebellion," I tell her, my mind quiet in contemplation. "Not the rest."

She stops and looks at me properly, her voice serious. "I've never met a person who actually knows her to have a bad word to say about her, and if they do it's all bullshit. When you're fighting for your life with someone you know what they really are. And if she's promised to protect that kid then you can bet everything you have that she will or die trying. You couldn't have found anyone better."

And she means it.

I've seen Kyra in the field, and every word Cara's said matches up with what I've seen. While she's sarcastic and there's no doubt she's got a violent streak to her, one that I share, she's an overwhelmingly good person despite all the bad that's happened in her life. I see it every time she's with the kid and wonder how she isn't shut off and cold like her aunt, like me.

She's gentle, but strong. Strong in the way a Mandalorian is. Even after I held her in my arms while she was in such raw pain she picked herself back up and kept going. Every moment I spend with her it becomes clear to me that she is anything but delicate. She's a hardened woman, but my body can't shake the memory of how soft she feels against the beskar I wear. No matter how badly I want to forget, it craves more.

"I believe you," I say as we walk through the town and she gives me a funny look.

"So, do you two get along?"

And I see myself lying beside her at Trask, her tired body leaning against my beskar-less shoulder, my arm around her waist time and time again. The bickering, the smiles she fails to hide, the words spoken late into the night.

"For the child's sake," I find myself answering but I know that's not the truth. And so does she.

"The kid definitely seems to like her."

"She's good with him," I say thinking of dozens of little moments but mainly last night, of her singing him back to sleep with a Mandalorian lullaby. Something I didn't even know existed. But I know that I didn't want her to stop. In that moment her voice was the most beautiful thing I've heard in so long.

And when he reached out for me to stay and she looked at me with those big blue eyes I couldn't refuse. I wouldn't have wanted to even if I could.

"How long is she tagging along with you?" she asks and I can't help how my heart skips a beat at the one question Kyra and I haven't dared ask.

"For the foreseeable future," I answer knowing that until we talk to the other Jedi it's all undecided.

In the crowd I spot her auburn hair, gleaming red as the sun hits it just right, holding the kid in her arms and letting him choose a treat from one of the food stalls, laughing as he squeals in delight.

She's beautiful, as much as I like to pretend I don't notice I'm not blind, it was one of the first thing's I'd noticed about her after I knew she wasn't a threat to the child. I know other men have certainly commented on it to her varying degrees of dissatisfaction. A mistake Cobb Vanth definitely didn't make twice.

Everything about her physically is beautiful, she comes from nobility after all, although she has gentler features than her aunt despite still being hardened with experience. I can imagine she would have been described as fair when she was younger, from her features to her colouring, there's something truly ethereal about her that draws effortless attention which is clear to see as people pass her. Even old Greef seems a little entranced by her.

While I can't deny she's stunning it's not that which is stirring something in me, seeing her with the child - all I see is the two of them, and for the first time I dare see a future. She has the abilities to protect him in a way I can't, whether it be from danger or last night, singing him back to sleep with a Mandalorian lullaby after a nightmare.

In that moment, with tired eyes and her red hair messed from sleep, with Mando'a being softly hummed from her lips as she rocked the child to sleep, she'd never been so beautiful.

Enough so that I dared to call her just that when she had fallen asleep on my shoulder.

It takes me longer than it should to notice the look Cara's giving me. "Don't."

"I'm not saying anything, you are," she teases. "But while we're on the topic why do you act like she's just hired help? You had that lovely young widow at the sanctuary who wanted you to stay but you wouldn't go there with her. Now you've got Kyra Kenobi, the sweetest warrior you'll ever meet helping you raise the kid. She'd only be in her late twenties. Stunning. Literal royalty. And you're still pretending she hasn't got you a certain type of way."

"Because she doesn't," I try to lie but Cara is the only person that comes close to Kyra with being able to read me, which I'm starting to think isn't quite worth the advantages it has. The look she's giving me doesn't falter and I sigh. "Because it can't be like that."

"Why can't it be?" she asks and I look over to Kyra who's smiling as the kid runs his little hand through her hair in fascination of the colour. He absolutely adores her and from the way she smiles it's hard to believe she may just be the deadliest warrior in the galaxy but after seeing her on that freighter I can believe it.

A Mandalorian Jedi, a deadly combination that has me coming undone.

"Because it can't."

Not when this entire situation is walking on a thin enough line as it is. Not when the kid has to be our main priority. Not when she told me herself she'd never go there again after how she was betrayed before. By a bounty hunter. She'd never say it but I know my profession doesn't sit right with her solely due to the fact she was betrayed before for credits. And I can't even blame her.

Looking at her now I can't imagine any man who was loved by her betraying her with a blaster to her back. Not after holding her and feeling her warmth, how rare and precious such a thing is to a man who feels nothing but the hardness of beskar. Not after feeling her bare hand holding yours, whispering gentle words in the darkness. Not after sleeping beside her, not after he knew her how he did.

Then to ruin it all for credits.

Even knowing her as I do there's no price that could persuade me to betray her, just as there's none that could ever persuade me to betray the kid.

And looking at them both now, they're all I see, and whatever lies ahead after we find the other Jedi, I don't want that to change.

Her eyebrows draw together in concentration, as they do when she senses something, and her eyes find me. She gives me a small smile before pointing the kid's attention to me and beaming at the excitement on his little face.

"Mando," Greef calls and we walk over to them, Cara not missing how I've been watching her. "I've just been showing your lovely companion and the child around the market place, he was absolutely fascinated by the eggs."

Kyra gives me a knowing smile as she passes the kid to me whose face is overwhelmed with joy, it always is when he's with her, and she laughs "Well he sure has a thing for eggs."

"Karga hasn't been boring you?" I ask wondering if he's been interrogating her as much as Cara's been interrogating me, if he has she sure's handled it with more grace.

"Not at all," she says politely. "He's been telling me all about the last time you were here on Nevarro, with some details omitted I assume, but it's been interesting that's for certain."

She looks at the kid and I realise he's been filling her in on his powers, the things he did during the face off with Moff Gideon.

"Is that so?"

"It was also good to hear that you took that bastard out of the sky," she says tilting her head at me. "When you said he died you didn't mention that you blew up his tiefighter while mid-air."

On her face there's nothing but satisfaction. "You're welcome."

She looks at me proudly and after a moment Cara clears her throat and I see the look those two exchange, they might be friends but Kyra is still very much embodying a general with the warning look she gives Cara.

"I was just about to finish showing the lovely Duchess around our little town," Greef says and I see the amusement on her face at being referred to as the lovely Duchess. No one can deny that she's sweet by nature but when images of her with her saber flash through my mind I know lovely perhaps isn't the most appropriate to describe her.

He leads us into a building and I'm beyond surprised to see a school of all things, filled with kids and a teaching droid.

"A school?"

"Things have changed a lot around here."

Greef looks at the kid. "We can leave the little one here so we can talk business."

Immediately my arms tighten around him in a protective hold. "Wherever I go, he goes."

"Mando," Kyra coaxes. "It's a school, it's safe."

"The safest place he can be is with me."

She gives me that same look she did when he was helping me with the wires. "Don't get me started after the shock that poor kid got this morning."

Cara and Greef look at us in confusion, not realising that it was a literal electrical shock. Probably for the best.

"Fine, then he'll be safe with you and me."

She tilts her head at me and plucks the kid out of my arms. "This is a school, maker knows he could use some time in one. Let him be a normal kid for a day."

And I know she doesn't mean those words as any sort of criticism, but rather just genuinely wanting the kid to have one day to be normal and wonder what her childhood was like being raised as a Jedi. She's mentioned her father raised her differently to the other Jedi, and yet I still know so little about what that means.

"Where we're going you don't want to bring a child," Greef adds. "Trust me."

"He'll be fine here," Cara says. "You have my word."

I watch as Greef takes the kid from Kyra and puts him down at a desk near the front of the room amongst the other kids before he waves Kyra and I to follow him and Cara outside.

But even as they go I wait near the door, watching him anxiously.

"Din," she says quietly knowing only I can hear her and I swear she knows what she's doing when she gives me those eyes. "He'll be fine, and so will you."

"Do Jedi even go to normal school?" I ask wanting any excuse to take him with me and she rests a hand on my arm.

"Yes, I did. I went to an Academy on Mandalore and have two different degrees," she tells me and while I knew she was intelligent I never imagined that. Hell I never imaged Mandalore would have that type of education. "It will be good for him."

"What if he gets into trouble?" I ask knowing what he's like. "You know he can't keep his hands to himself."

She laughs lightly. "Then we can go in and apologise to the droid teacher and promise he won't do it again because it's just one day Din." I sigh hesitantly and her eyes stay on mine as her fingers trail down my arm to my hand, squeezing it firmly. "Okay?"

"Okay." I reluctantly agree and she gives me a thankful smile, releasing my hand as she leads me outside to where Cara and Greef are waiting for us.

"Come on," Cara says to her. "Let's go on ahead, let the old guys take their time."

Kyra raises an eyebrow at her and grins as she shakes her head but goes ahead with her anyways.

I sigh as I turn to Greef already knowing what's coming. "I got enough from Cara."

"Oh Mando, you are sweet on that girl," he chuckles looking me up and down.

"I'm not...sweet on her."

"Oh you know you are," he says and I wonder what she's thinking considering I know Cara is no doubt pestering her. "I understand why, she is a lovely girl, good with the kid, way out of your league but I think you've got a fighting chance." I tilt my helmet at him in annoyance. "She was quite impressed with some of the tales I was telling, you should be thanking me. You may yet just charm your way into getting yourself a duchess with my help."

"You know she's a Mandalorian Jedi right?" I ask him knowing she's never been shy about using it to intimidate, and that she's far more than the Duchess of a wasteland. "One of the best warriors in the galaxy from what I've seen. What she can do with that laser sword- I've never seen anything like it."

"Then she's just your type," he says and I'm glad for the helmet because there'd be no denying it otherwise. "Great with kids and killing. Sounds like the perfect woman for you and do you really think I didn't see you gawking at her in the market for a solid five minutes before she noticed you?"

"I wasn't gawking."

He gives me a doubtful look as we trail after them and sighs. "Don't cut yourself short Mando, that girl might just be the best thing that's ever happened to you and the kid."

My eyes settle on her and I know it's true, but I also know that even if I could admit to myself what this is I could never admit it to her.

I can't give her what she deserves. Even if I wanted to love her, I don't know how.

But as much as I try to deny it I know that my heart might not give me much choice in the matter. Not when after all these years of feeling nothing it yearns for her touch, for her.

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1. Okay let's be entirely honest you know who I'm going to ask about: you got any headcanons or thoughts on the gay old men? Wainlock enjoyer brainrot is permament I tell you.

2. LL is poggers as fuck, keep up the good work. If I had half as much Power I'd be talking about my secret-ish rewrite all the fucking time. You're poggers too lol

3. What's your opinion on Angel Lives AUs? Do you have any favorite variation of them? Perhaps your own spin on things?

1: I have so many thoughts on the Gay Old Men of Bl3.

I've covered Winny and Alistair a few times before in regards to how I felt they were such a well done set of characters to be added as a new relationship in Bl3, but something I don't think I touched on before is.. them.. being old? Well not old old, past middle age at least, and that was SUCH a damn breath of fresh air in a franchise that is so fucking weird about letting characters actually age. What was so great about them was something I'll touch on with Lorelai in an upcoming ask too - they were so natural. They weren't something "weird", to point attention at or frame as a focal point, they existed naturally within the game world. Their age, Winny's bald spot and blind eye, Alistair's joint issues and overall missing limb chunks, they existed as part of the chars but weren't crutches or limitations for the storytelling for them. They didn't *matter*. Wainwright outran an enraged Troy, who's probably half his age, because he knew the terrain of his family home better than the demigod. He's slower and half blind but 100% as capable. Alistair and him bicker and complain at each other like an old married couple without it being broadcast as a negative, a "This is what marriage is players, roll your eyes and laugh" bullshit trope that's attached to married characters WAY too often even in modern content.

HC wise I have a little idea that both are quite stoic when it comes to chronic pain and the results of all those injuries over the years, and discussing them or even feeling secure enough to raise them is something both men feel is quite an intimate act - only done with people close and trusted.

Opening up about a badly healed shin or the way old shotgun shell scars still burn on bad evenings was part of the conversations they had as time passed and they grew closer, as a relationship formed, and both have a habit of showing tenderness towards ailments they *know* the other suffers with now that they are married. Shoulder rubs, unspoken gifts of soothing creams, little things like that - they seem like average signs of affection to onlookers, but the men understand the intimacy of what they really mean.

2: Awwwwww.

Awww :) You too pal, I need to catch up on that actually... gimme till tomorrow.

3: Angel lives AHHHHH

Ok so - I'll be to the point with this: I don't actually think there was any benefit to her dying from a story POV. I knowww, I knowww, a lot of people will prob disagree with that, but I genuinely think she could have brought more to the stakes of fighting against Jack while being alive than dead, and it was a genuine waste of a long term BL character with a MASSIVE amount of backstory and lore power that we really could have done with. Angel not dying, but being left no longer a real Siren after being disconnected from Eridium? Being brought back to Sanctuary by shellshocked Vault Hunters who just lost Roland AND Lilith at the same time they found out they'd been led on by Jack and this girl they know wasn't at fault.. but .. also know she kind of was? Tannis and her? TANNIS AND HER? A de-powered socialy stunted Siren spending time with a Sirentologist who wouldn't bat an eye at any of her social awkwardness and show non stop intense interest in her as a person? Holy fuck. An actual reason for her to give Tannis her powers when her ill health eventually claims her? I just think that would have been a far better arc ( having her use her actual technical know-how to hack into Hyperion cannon connections and launch moonshots to support you during the Warrior fight while her father rages at all of you), than dying there and then and just being gone. Seeing this girl fight to protect a town she feels she owes the inhabitants of, even though they understandably may never forgive her for what she caused? That's a good character arc - letting her die just to get focus away from her and onto Lilith and Roland after was janky as hell from a storytelling POV. Jack could have hated you just as much for "turning his precious daughter against him" as he did you "killing her."

[eunoiaflow3r]

My Hatred for Captain America, Explained: From the movie POV:

📸: @layoutsblue

Reason Number One:

After 70 years in a coma, he awakes and just expects everyone to follow his orders, even though they haven't even agreed on a leader or anything. "Captain" please 😒.

📸: @peachstorm

Reason Number Two:

In Civil War, he didn’t sign the papers. That really wasn’t a big deal, but this is where my hatred for him began. For years, Tony and Steve argued and bickered fighting over who was the “leader,” and it seemed as though they had finally gotten over themselves and finally started to become friends. Tony Stark wanted everyone to sign the accords that he though would help, but Steve refused and decided to just go it alone when he could have had a whole team in support of him when it came to Bucky. (see comments for further explanation).

📸: @maximoffedits

Reason Number Three:

As if they didn’t have enough on their plate like the government on their backs about destroying the city, Steve decides to put a team of good guys to fight another team of good guys to fight each other. This was avoidable and didn’t need to happen. If Steve would have tried to come up with an agreement or something, or told people about his situation, Tony would have made it so that Bucky could have joined the Avengers and they would have been able to tell Ta’challa that it wasn’t Bucky’s fault. (see comments for further explanation). Then, Bucky could have told Tony what happened to his parents after they had already established a relationship and became friends. That way, Tony would have understood a little bit more. Plus, if they had discovered signing the papers wasn't beneficial like Steve thought, Tony and Bruce would have found SOME way to undo it. You know they would. (see comments).

📸: @marvelocks

Reason Number Four:

Since he and Bucky decided to fight the Avengers, this lands HALF OF THEM IN JAIL. Tony goes after them to try to talk some sense into Steve and tell him that they could just go back and what does Bucky do? Pulls a gun on him! Like bro, this isn’t about you! ANYWAY, 2 minutes later, Tony is shown a video of Bucky brutally murdering his parents that Steve Rogers was apparently “friends,” with. When Tony asks him about it, he’s hesitant to admit that he knew anything about it. Just as they were becoming friends, Steve pulls this. Tony is rightfully angry, so he goes after Bucky. Yes, Bucky was under mind control, but an apology goes a long way. He did not apologize, and both Steve and Bucky end up beating him up and for what? Because he was rightfully upset??

📸: @layoutsblue

Reason Number Five:

His letter. Steve’s apology letter was horrible. If I was Tony, I would have ripped it to shreds as soon as I had it in my hands. Tony should have gotten a sincere apology in person, not a couple of words on paper. “I’ll be here if you need me.” Tony needed you to tell him the truth YEARS ago. He needed you to be a friend, and tell him the truth. He needed you to sign the papers so that you wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place. He needed for you and your friend not to beat him to a bloody pulp for something YOUR friend did. How does this make any sense? Besides, you’re a war criminal now. How am I gonna need you? Of course, this could have been avoided if he signed the papers, told Tony the truth, and let Tony help him and his friend.

📸: @marvelocks

Reason Number Six:

He was 27 when he went into the ice. 66 years later he woke "immortal." He was supposedly 20 when he joined the army and received the serum. So, his life basically started at age 20. Seven years later he falls into a coma. 66 years later he wakes up and fights crime for 15 years. He fought in the war and as captain america for 7 years. Woke up to fight for another 15. 15 plus 7 equals 22. 22 years fighting (with breaks in the middle), and he decided he’s done? He goes back in time so that he could die of old age and marry a woman he hasn’t even been on a date with? Thor is literally over a 1,000 years old, and has fought many wars, and lost EVERYONE and still chose to fight. Yes, he took breaks too but he didn’t just say, “Hey, yo, I’m over it, I’m done. Bye.” He came back even though he was depressed and blamed himself. Tony and Steve were the literal leaders of the avengers. Tony died saving the galaxy. Nat died saving the galaxy. What’s he die of? Old age. On top of that, he leaves his best friend THAT HE FOUGHT SO HARD TO BE BY. He and Bucky were literally separated for about 80 years, and after all you’ve done to save him and be by him, and save him, YOU LEAVE HIM FOR A GIRL YOU”VE NEVER EVEN BEEN ON A DATE WITH WHO ALREADY HAS A FAMILY???!? All I’m saying is if he wanted to settle down that bad he could have asked Thor to introduce him to some immortal girls.

📸: @layoutsblue

Reason Number Seven:

By going back in time, and growing old, this means that he would have had to not save that bomb or whatever from going into the city. You just killed thousands of people.

📸: @twtarchive

Reason Number Eight:

Kissing his ex loves niece?? TF?? And by going back in time, didn't you total her existance?? Plus, Peggy already had kids and love, did he have to ruin that for her? She said "my only regret is that you didn't get to live yours" (your life) she never said, "my only regret is that WE didn't live our lives."

📸: @m4rvelstuffs

I'll probably add more when I think of it.

Some of this might be innacurate cause I'm not like a super fan or anything but like...I hope you get the point.

Feel free to add stuff.

Also, can a Cap super fan talk to me bc I used to love him before Civil War and I want to love him again but my hatred is just overpowering my love.

[verobatto]

Destiel Chronicles

Vol. CXVIII

It was a love story from the very beginning.

Happiness

(14x14/14x15)

Hello my dears! I'm sharing another volume from season 14. I'm gonna try to focus this meta just over Destiel topic. Remember this is a summary from my season 14 written metas you can find the whole entire analysis about the season in the following links...

X, X, X, X, X, X and X.

Toxic Masculinity vs the Gorgon (Dean's bisexuality)

Episode 14x14 'Ouroboros' we had a lot of hints about Dean's bisexuality and his hidden desire (Castiel).

That's why as a counterpart Michael, being inside Dean's head, hitting that spot in his forehead Everytime Dean is thinking about his hidden desire, it will be hitten by the Gorgon when he pushed Dean's against the wall. Bisexuality and forbidden love trying to kick off Michael (toxic masculinity) inside of Dean's head.

To settle the symbolism of the Gorgon, I wrote the following analysis:

That's why the Gorgon's behavior towards Castiel:

Kissing Castiel with poison. If the monster is a toxic representation of Dean's fears... Is obvious this is what Dean is terrified to do. He wants it, but he is afraid to ruin/paralyze/destroy his friend, or his friendship, or be rejected. This are all the fears inside Dean's head. Part of his emotional prison. He thinks everything he touches end ruined. Because "he is bad luck".

Now, look at this observation made by my friend @weird-dorky-little-d ...

The episode, written by Yockey, is full of visual elements and symbolisms.

The meaning of the snake talks about NEW LIFE, NEW ERA, RENEWAL. It's obviously related to Jack as a foreshadow for the New God. That's why we saw Jack attached to the snake later.

Another important symbolism was the eating action all over the episode. Why? Because Jack will end up eating Michael's scent at the end of Ouroboros.

Cas is not amused

As a preamble to Dean and Castiel incoming big fight, we will have Dean repeating to him his intentions of self sacrifice, and how Castiel reacts to it.

We will have Destiel old married couple bickering, but also this scene:

Gif credit @ahoyspn

It's clearly pointing out how Castiel is feeling about Dean's plan and how Intolerant towards it by projecting his frustration to this officer.

The bickering was so strongly present in this episode, but in the end, the soft Destiel touch scene was showing us that, as Dean said in 12x12, even when they fight, they love each other deeply and they solve their differences at the end. Look at Castiel with a failed attempt of caressing Dean's forehead.

Gif credit @inacatastrophicmind

Another painful foreshadow of the end of the show was Jack and Castiel's talk about mortality. About how Dean and Sam will die someday.

Painful Happiness

Let's jump to episode 14x16, and how it was time for Castiel to show us what he really wants. The entire episode was a Castiel's POV and the color pink (happiness) was present the whole time.

I made an analysis of Happy Acres:

So Castiel is showing us his deepest desires and how he feels he can't make it loud. Because Scared Oath and because his deal with the Empty.

But the visual narrative in that pic is yelling this...

Yes... The Empty mocked him bc "Castiel's love interest" mentioning tulips, as a romantic reference.

But let's talk about HALF ORANGE. Half orange, in Latin America, mean SOULMATE, the love of your life who was perfectly made for you... I know people were talking about other meanings, but after watching the episode, I would say, our Latin meaning is so accurate!

Another huge foreshadow for 15x18, was Sunny defeating his evil father with happiness, just the same that Castiel did by defeating Death with happiness.

Another important scene that played as a preamble to 15x18 was this one

A kissing goodbye, the Castiel's mirror saying I CAN'T, I MADE A PROMISE. 😏 I'm seeing you, writers. And when they hugged...

This was when we had still hopes about a happy Destiel endgame, but we only got Castiel's love confession (delayed by the promise of protect Jack (to Kelly) against the Empty and his own happiness. And after that, the guy in green, representing Castiel. The kissing goodbye, was just a painful goodbye.

There's a lot of symbolism in this episode about Castiel's GUILT (because feeling his love for Dean could be seen as Guilt and repression).

The pink milkshake, the pink letter, the lady in Destiel colors that sensed Castiel was gay, etc. It's all described in my metas I out up here.

To Conclude:

These two episode talked about repressed feelings and how painful is to break free of them.

Dean fighting against his own toxic masculinity and Catsiel fighting against his own happiness.

With a lot of foreshafows and hints towards the final episode from the show.

Hope you liked this summary meta, see you in the next one!

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Wizards Hearts Recs: 12 Grimmauld Place Setting

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 Colliding By Design by Asterie Rated:  Explicit Words:  21491 Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Interior Decorating, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Witch Weekly, Past Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Auror Harry Potter, Interior Designer Draco Malfoy, Hipster Wizarding London Summary:  Draco Malfoy has used his time under house arrest to launch a promising career in interior design, and Harry Potter has inherited a magical house in desperate need of renovation. It’s an age-old story, brought to you with a little “help” from Witch Weekly Magazine. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Only Ash Remains by Saulaie, shilo1364 Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  66870 Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn, Depression, Disability, invisible disibilities, Healing, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Pre-Slash, Grimmauld Place, Malfoy Family, Malfoy Family Feels, POV Harry Potter, Community: harrydracobang, Harry/Draco Big Bang 2018 Summary:  One year after Harry defeated Voldemort at the Battle of Hogwarts, he still has no idea what to do with his life. He’s been living at No. 12 Grimmauld Place with Hermione and Ron, but they’ve spent the past few months on an extended stay in Australia to try and restore Hermione’s parents’ memories. Alone, he feels set adrift. Everyone else is focused on enjoying their summer before Hogwarts reopens (after a one year rebuilding period), but without Ron and Hermione, Harry doesn’t know if he can go back. Everything changes when the Malfoys dramatically re-enter his life, and together they learn to live again. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 keep it down by warmfoothills Rated:  Explicit Words:  13657 Tags: Living Together, Housemates, omg they were roommates etc, Grimmauld Place, switching POVs, between the boys and ginny also gets a couple of interludes because we love her!, backyard quidditch, Yoga, Masturbation, references to draco/others, including blaise, not so accidental aural voyeurism, not so accidental aural exhbitionism, Clothes Stealing, shampoo borrowing, wall sharing, rugby and denial (harry), snobbery and slobbery regarding food (draco), Massage, a long hot summer, bit of breathplay, one small linny reference, it’s porn but i make you read 10k of faffing about first, an EXCESSIVE amount of parentheses, harry’s an idiot, draco’s only slightly less of an idiot Summary:  Malfoy’s an inconsiderately loud roommate and Harry’s over it. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 almost heaven by M0stlyVoid Rated:  Explicit Words:  12432 Tags: Sentient Magical House, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Malfoy Manor, House magic, Magical Theory (Harry Potter), Wizarding Culture (Harry Potter), Sex Magic, Rituals, Happy Birthday Tacky!!, Minor Character Death Summary:  Draco’s father dies. Harry’s house has a tantrum. When it turns out the two are related, Harry has to decide how far he’s willing to go to set his home to rights. And when Malfoy ends up looking like that, Harry finds he’s willing to go a lot farther than he ever thought he would. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 I could be wrong, I could be ready by harryromper Rated:  Mature Words:  57343 Tags: Post-Hogwarts, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Second War with Voldemort, POV Alternating, Redeemed Draco Malfoy, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pining, Romance, Gringotts Wizarding Bank, wizarding houses, House magic, Magic, Families of Choice, Pureblood Culture (Harry Potter), Wizarding Traditions (Harry Potter), Magical Theory, Brooklyn, Roller Coasters, Socks, Quidditch Player Ginny Weasley, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Minor Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Minor Hannah Abbott/Neville Longbottom, Professor Neville Longbottom, Curse Breaker Bill Weasley, Headmistress Minerva McGonagall, Godric's Hollow, Hogwarts, Grimmauld Place, H/D Erised 2018, Community: hd_erised, Lovers to Friends Summary:  At first Harry wonders if they’ve managed to destroy his vaults and are trying to tell him in the most oblique way possible. But when he turns the page he realises they’ve found a vault. A vault in the name of Lily and James Potter. The parchment trembles a little in Harry’s hand. He takes another gulp of wine. Harry Potter left Britain after the war and didn’t look back. Ten years later, when Gringotts discovers a vault containing his parents’ belongings—including their badly spell-damaged wedding rings—he’s forced to face up to friends and family who’ve grown in ways he could never imagine, a wizarding London rebuilt beyond his expectations, and the anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts. And if that wasn’t enough, there’s the entirely unforeseen problem of Draco Malfoy. Featuring pureblood wizarding traditions, ancestral magic, open mic nights, marriage equality, a diner in Brooklyn, and the return of Fleamont Potter. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Modern Love by tackytiger Rated:  Explicit Words:  61322 Tags: Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World, Slow Burn, Oblivious Harry Potter, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, idiots to lovers, Politics, Ministry of Magic (Harry Potter), Songfic, Friendship, Found Family, Mentions of Cancer, References to Illness, Chemotherapy, references to canonical child abuse, references to canonical deaths, References to Depression, Drunkenness, Sad Harry Potter, Church Services, Hymns, Atheism, Kissing in Church, Religious Discussion, Light Angst, Boxing & Fisticuffs, Minor Injuries, Blood and Injury, Gay vicar, Original Character(s), Original Character Illness, Magical Theory (Harry Potter), Scars, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Minor Draco Malfoy/ Sexy Tall Vicar, Draco Kisses Someone Briefly That's All I Promise, Magic/Muggle Relations, Jealousy, Family Drama Summary:  Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is. And it really doesn’t seem fair that Draco Malfoy is back in Harry’s life, all of a sudden, and even though he’s wandless, and living with Muggles, and making his mother cry with his lifestyle choices, he’s happy. So what's he doing right, that Harry isn’t? Because things don’t really change, do they? And if Harry can’t be happy, he’ll settle for a good night’s sleep, some posh antiques, and the opportunity to find out what Malfoy has been up to for all these years. And that’s what starts it all. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 In Every Universe by skeptique Rated:  Mature Words:  27179 Tags: Dubious Consent, More Detailed Warning in End Notes, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Post-War, Several Dracos Malfoy, depiction of mental health issues, Depiction of Anxiety Attacks, Brief Mentions of Drowning (in a dream), Mystery, Multiverse, Parallel Universe, Canon Content Warnings Apply, Moral and Ethical Quandaries Abound, Implied Drug Use, alcohol use, Smoking, Biracial Harry Potter, Black Hermione Granger, Minor Character Death, A Very Light Sprinkling of Smut Summary:  They sent Professor Harry Potter to search for Unspeakable Draco Malfoy. Draco has stolen a Firebird, an experimental magical device from the Department of Mysteries that lets you enter parallel universes as yourself. As Harry traverses from universe to universe, he begins to think Draco might be the one searching for him. A story about whether knowing what's possible makes it possible. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Haunt the corner of my eye by harryromper Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  23358 Tags: Post-Hogwarts, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Second War with Voldemort, Mystery And Angst With A Happy Ending, Auror Harry Potter, Student Draco Malfoy, Healer Luna Lovegood, Wizarding Politics (Harry Potter), Number Twelve Grimmauld Place Summary:  Harry’s life is very much on track. After a successful career as an Auror, he’s set to become the youngest ever Minister for Magic. But strange things are starting to happen at Grimmauld Place. Items he doesn’t recognise are appearing left and right, and somehow he never feels quite alone. There’s only one thing Harry knows for sure: it has something to do with Draco Malfoy. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Portrait of a Marriage by glitteringvoid Rated:  Mature Words:  130626 Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Marriage of Convenience, Marriage Proposal, Domestic Fluff, Developing Relationship, Relationship Discussions, Enemies to Friends to Something More, Lack of Communication, Self-Discovery, Self-Esteem Issues, Consent Issues, Internalized Acephobia, Ferrets, Bickering, Asexual Draco Malfoy, Touch-Averse Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter Can't Cook, Slow Burn Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy & Pansy Parkinson Friendship, Harry Potter & Ron Weasley Friendship, Minor Hermione Granger/Pansy Parkinson/Ron Weasley, Post-Hogwarts, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, H/D Sex Fair 2020, Dubious Consent Summary:  Harry didn't want to marry Malfoy, he really didn't, but he also does want this house and Malfoy looked so smug and well - now they are married, and the house still doesn't like him, and Malfoy only looks more smug. Draco didn't want to marry Potter, he really didn't, but he also does want this house and he never seems to be capable of escaping Potter anyway, so if he is already doomed to being married off he might as well decide for himself what he is worth, sign the papers and ignore everything wrong with that plan until physically no longer possible. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Litany by thistle_verse Rated:  Mature Words:  7170 Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Pandemics, Quarantine, Isolation, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Wizard's Chess (Harry Potter), Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Touch-Starved, Drinking, Draco Malfoy in Azkaban, Ghosts, Guilt, Lists, H/D Erised 2020 Summary:  With the wizarding world on lockdown due to a magic-draining pandemic, Harry is stuck in Grimmauld Place, bored and alone—until the ghost of Draco Malfoy shows up to haunt him. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Cleaning Up The Mess by Samunderthelights Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  3469 Tags: Drarropoly: Founders Edition - A Drarry Game/Fest, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Falling In Love, Post-Battle of Hogwarts, 12 Grimmauld Place Summary:  Harry has been hiding away at 12 Grimmauld Place, trying his best to clean up the place. He has fallen into a quiet and boring routine. But when Draco shows up at his door one day, asking for his wand back, that quiet and boring routine of his is about to be broken. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Grimmauld Christmas Curse by crimsonheadache, inspired_being, kitty_collab (kitty_fic), Ladderofyears, Vaysh Rated:  General Words:  2323 Tags: Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Christmas Tree, Christmas Decorations, Aunt Walburga (portrait), Curse Breaker Draco Malfoy, Meme Insert Summary:  "I'm telling you, Hermione, the house is out to get me." Harry poured two cups of tea and passed one across the kitchen table. "Don't be ridiculous, Harry, it is not out to get you." Or is it? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Distractions by pottergerms Rated:  Explicit Words:  2239 Tags: Grimmauld Place Summary:  Kingsley was not his friend. He was not a paperboy. And Harry Potter was definitely not the hottest thing alive. ❤️ Read on AO3