#all jokes aside though i'm so mad right now

[bigdealsgoddog]

I honestly don’t know what to title this, this was sitting in my drafts for a long ass time and I randomly got the urge to finish it tonight. Fair warning I only skimmed it since the last time I wrote it so if shit doesn’t make sense at some point 🤷

Cw- weed, smoking, high sex, bj, overstimulation, edging, fingering etc

"Fine, what would you rather, a fight with one big elephant or a fight with multiple smaller elephants?" Jace looked over at you, the whites of his eyes clearly tinted red from the 'herbal blend' you two were able to pick up. You grinned, letting out a snort as you looked up seemingly in thought "how big are the elephants?"  

     Jace grinned back at you for your question, holding out the bong to you "I dunno, the small ones are minibus sized and the big one is like...bigger" You had started taking a hit as Jace spoke, but you started laughing at his explanation partway through, making you choke on your own smoke and making Jace laugh in return at your misery. You were able to quickly grab a nearby bottle of water and down it, easing your breathing and soothing your burning throat. "Ok fuck you obviously it'd be bigger" Little did you realize the intense hit you took had hit you harder than you were expecting. "But like. Same analogy of taking on a bunch of guys I think I'd take on one big guy over multiple smaller because it would be so much harder to keep up" You shrugged and started trying to take a cleaner hit "woooooaaahhh taking on guys like how? You know I meant in a fight right" Jace teased, and your cheeks went bright pink but thankfully, you had expected him to say something to send you into another coughing fit. You could've sworn Jace was doing this to make you way higher than him had it not been the fact he was already higher than you. Maybe it was his way of trying to help you catch up. You rolled your eyes and blew out a puff of smoke, giving him a playful glare "Why ask that? Mad cause you'd be part of the smaller guys?" You smirked, handing the bong back to Jace and he scrunched his nose at you, shooting you a little glare "I'm not small" He huffed and took the bong from you. 

     "Right right, you're not. Buuuutt" You leaned back on the couch, sinking into the fabric as you felt the high settling in your brain "You're definitely a bit smaller than the guys around you" You teased, poking at his chest. He shot a glare at you as he took his pull, holding it in his chest for a moment before turning and blowing the smoke in your face making you whine and swat it away "Thats not what I hear you say when i've got you bouncing on my lap" He reached over, poking your forehead.

     Your face went bright red, and you crossed your arms over your chest, giving him your own huff "That is not fair" He smirked at how cute you looked, reaching over to pinch your cheek before holding the bong out to you once more "Alls fair in love and war." 

You gave him another huff before snatching the bong from him "Why're you so mean to me huh?" You start taking a longer hit and Jace chuckled "Aside from Vasco you're my longest lasting friend-if you thought I was all that mean you would've left by now" He pointed out, taking the bong as you passed it back. 

    "Thats kind of sad" You joked and shifted, laying out so your head rested in his lap. His hand instinctively went down to your head, running his fingers through your hair as he finished his hit and set it to the side. His hand moved from your hair to your chin, tilting your head and signaling you to open your lips as he kissed you, pushing the smoke he was holding into your mouth before pulling away and you held the hit for him. 

    "What, that you're my longest lasting friend for free weed and good sex?" You blew the smoke in his face at that comment, seemingly a little annoyed "No it's sad that even though you and Vasco have trained and worked so hard to improve yourselves at the end of the day you still come see my lonely ass to indulge in bad habits that he is too scared to." You rolled your eyes and Jace shook his head before a smirk started to grow on his face as his fingers went back to carding through your hair "You still have that crush on him yeah?" 

    Your face went bright red once more, turning to hide your face in his stomach and feeling it shake with his laughter as he leaned his head back. You couldn't help your own bit of giggling from bubbling out, blaming it on the weed even though you knew that Jace's laughter was infectious for you. Even if you still had a crush on Vasco like Jace thinks, Vasco isn't the one that eases your nerves so well or seems to understand you as well. It wasn't to say Vasco couldn't, you just found him a bit more...intimidating? Even though you knew he was a sweetheart dumbass through and through, plus how dense he can be, can be a bit much for you at times. "You still didn't answer me so I'm taking that as you wanna take The Vasco on your own right?" Jace teased poking your cheek and your laughter stopped, brought back by his question. You grumbled and turned away again, back turned to him this time "Wouldn't you like to watch that."

    "I would actually." Everything seemed to suddenly go quiet before your head whipped to look at him, your face growing flustered "Excuse me?"  "You heard me." Jace leaned in close to your face "I've seen you naked and crying on my cock, I've seen your mouth wrapped around me-what's wrong with wanting to see you try to 'take on the big guy' like you wanted?" He smirked, his hand rubbing down your side to slide under your shirt "I'd like to see you eat your words. I'm sure Euntae would love to it would be good stamina training and you definitely won't be able to walk for a few days." a shiver ran down your spine and goosebumps spread across your arms and shoulders. "Ok sure, if you can convince him. Fine-you're on. But I'm sure I can take him better than you think." A grin spread across Jace's face aa you sat up to look at him, putting on a determined face making Jace chuckle and smirk. "You're on" He said simply, confusing you as he reached over to grab his phone. Before you could ask, he was already dialing Vasco's number and of course the good friend Vasco is, picked up after the second ring. 

  "Hey Jace, what's up? Do you need help?" Jace wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you back into his lap with you face each other before he held two fingers in front of your mouth. He raised an eyebrow at you, a silent cue to open your mouth and wrap your lips around his digits. Your cheeks were slowly going red realizing that Jace was planning to put this idea in to motion as soon as possible. "Yeah I actually do, I'm trying to help (Y/n) With their endurance, but I think you could really help with the training if you're free?" You could hear Vasco's gasp of excitement through the phone As you swirled your tongue around Jace's fingers, absolutely coating them in your saliva. Jace put Vasco on speaker before holding the phone for you to hold, that way he was able to pull you close again, pulling your pants down far enough so he could easily slip his fingers into you.

   "I'd love to help! are we training at the park or a gym?" You took a sharp breath and bit your lip from letting out any sound, not wanting Vasco to hear you through the phone and burying your face in the crook of Jace's neck. Jace chuckled, pulling you back a bit so you couldn't hide your face. "Were actually working out at my house-just to get a little more privacy you know? (y/n) is a little shy" Jace teased, hitting right into your sweet spot and pulling a delicious whine out of you.  "You started without me already? give me five minutes I'll be there!" Vasco had hung up and Jace snorted, watching you toss his phone to the other side of the couch. "Embarrassed?" He smirked, tilting his head as you glared at him "You could've given me a warning-or-waited till after the phone call" You Huffed and Jace shook his head, sliding another finger into you to stretch you out making you let out a low moan. "Didn't you hear him? He said he'll be here in five minutes-he wasn't joking. And I need to make sure you'll be able to take him. " He lifted you up, flipping you over so you were laying under him on the couch and he could fully take you pants and underwear off. He placed his hands under your thighs, pushing them up till your knees were level with your head.

   "You didn't even explain to him what you meant-you just told him training-" Your face scrunched up and your voice cracked as you felt Jace's tongue work into you. Your hands flew down to his head, gripping his hair and tugging at it while Jace seemed to pay you no mind, humming into you like he was enjoying a meal. He pulled away, muttering a "It'll be fine, he'll catch on. I've talked about this with him before, why do you think I brought it up?" Before diving back in. The realization hit you as sparks shot into your belly from the pleasure Jace was giving you, letting your head fall back as you moaned and whined for him. You were barely able to move due to the compromising position he held you in which almost made it even more embarrassing when You heard the door burst open and Vasco's heavy feet rushing in. 

     "Alright I'm ready for-!" Euntae stopped himself as soon as he walked in on the sight, his cheeks growing bright pink. Jace pulled away, his lips and chin shiny as he grinned at his friend, moving his hand to slip his fingers back into you and to keep building the knot forming in your stomach. "Good thing, (Y/n) is almost ready so you two can help each other first. You should get undressed-you don't want to keep them waiting" You whimpered as you reached out, trying to grab Jace's wrist to stop him "Wait-wait Jace i'm close-you gotta slow down-"

   "Oh I know, I could feel you squeezing my fingers tighter as soon as he came in. But would you really rather be edged or overstimulated before you go to Euntae?" He grinned and you could practically see his devil horns and tail sprouting out of him as he spoke, having planned for it to be like this. This fucker was definitely less stoned than he made it seem. "You-you-prick-edged-edged-" You whimpered out, trying to tell him before you fell off the metaphorical edge. A high pitched whine was pulled out of your throat along with Jace's fingers, your hips wiggling from the loss of pleasure. Jace's hand rubbed your thigh comfortingly, chuckling a little as he looked over and saw Vasco had undressed and was standing next to you, seeming to be hesitating. Jace smiled and looked back to you, motioning you to sit up and move closer to him. You did what he wanted, moving over to him as you glanced at Vasco, embarrassment slowly starting to eat at you. "You know, Euntae got fully naked for you, if you wanna feel him you should take off your shirt for him too yeah?" Jace cooed softly in your ear, reaching out to rub comfortingly into your side. You slowly nodded, pulling up your shirt and trying to not look at Euntae. He bit his lip as he watched you strip for him, his hand starting to reach out to feel your chest but stopping seeming to be unsure but you reached out, grabbing his hand and placing it on your chest, your neediness starting to gnaw at you more than the embarrassment. "Euntae please-I really need to feel you-I need you-" Euntae's breath hitched as he moved his hand to start playing with your nipple, his other hand moving to play with the other and eliciting a moan out of you. Jace pulled you closer to him, your back pressed to his chest so Euntae could move in between your legs. Euntae leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss, his hands going to your thighs to spread your legs and slot himself closer to you. You could feel his tip prodding your entrance making you whine as you kissed him back, your hands moving to run through his hair. Jace smirked as he watched, reaching around to play with your nipples and seeing you press into Euntae. 

    It was almost completely overwhelming to be engulfed by the two boys, trying to figure out who's hands were touching where as Euntae deepened the kiss between you two. It seemed like he couldn't hold himself back much longer, pushing into slowly with a low groan into your mouth. You gasped and pulled away from the kiss, even though Jace had stretched you out and you were now grateful for, Vasco was still really thick. Had Jace not prepped you so well you fear you would've ripped in half as he slowly settled deep in you. Even though Euntae stretched you out, he still didn't reach as deep as Jace did but, that didn't stop Euntae from punching the air out of your lungs when he pulled out and slammed back into you, letting out a loud moan before his hips were rolling into yours. “Jace said he’d ‘train’ you to take me-so glad we’re ’training’ together instead-you feel so good-“Euntae moaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck and taking a deep inhale of your scent. You almost regretted telling Jace to edge you because you could feel that knot tying even faster now. 

     “Fuck-fuck Euntae-“ You squeezed around him tightly, making him tense and speed up into you. A shiver ran down your spine as Jace chuckled, his hand leaving ghostly touches up your chest, tracing an unseen line curling near your collar bone before gently resting it wrapped around your throat. “He must be doing a good job, you look so close. Tell him what a good job he’s doing making you feel so good” Jace cooed in your ear, giving a teasing squeeze to your throat that caused another wave of squeezes onto Euntae. “You-you feel so good-stretching me really good-feels so-“ You babbled out your words, unable to stabilize your head between Euntaes thrusts and Jace’s voice making your head fuzzier than it already was. Your back arched off of Jace’s chest as you came with a cry, your nails digging into Euntaes shoulders. 

     Unfortunately for you, Euntae wasn’t even close. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his lap, holding you tight as he thrusted up roughly into you. You squirmed and mewled, riding out the waves of your orgasm until you started to become a bit overstimulated. “Heyyy hey. Euntae was so good for you just now wasn’t he? Behave and take your training” Jace’s hand cracked down on your ass, leaving a light pink mark on your cheek. You moaned and tried hiding your embarrassed face in Euntae neck but he whined, slowing his thrusts down so he could press deep into you. Slowly rolling his hips against yours one hand came to grab your chin and pull you away, an almost desperate look flashed in his eyes before he pulled you in for a kiss. You melted into it, kissing back until Euntaes thrusts sped up once more, making you squeal and pull away but his hand was faster. He grabbed the back of your head, pulling you back into the kiss as he pounded away into you. You could feel the knot tying in your stomach once more, your moans growing more high pitched and needy. This definitely wasn’t an elephant anymore-he was more like a tiger, consuming every part of you and overwhelming you with his sheer power. You were so wrapped up in Euntae you didn’t process Jace slotted himself behind you once more, stroking himself while one hand grabbed the back of your neck. Euntae took this queue to let go of your head and pull away from the kiss, moving to your neck once more to suck and bite anywhere he could get at. His thrusts still shook you, jerking you up a bit when you turned your head and was immediately swallowed up into Jace’s kiss. 

     You cried out into Jace’s mouth as you came a second time, Euntae slammed into your gspot and couldn’t help but cum as he felt your tight walls squeezing around him. He groaned and dug his nails into your sides, his hips rolling into yours to pull out every ounce of pleasure he could. “Oh-fuck-“ Jace’s voice shook and he smirked, pulling away to look at your fucked out face. Euntae slowly pulled you out of his lap, his cum immediately dribbling down your thighs once he popped out. Your body felt made of jello as he moved you around like a doll, setting you comfortably on his lap with your back facing him as Jace did earlier. One hand rubbed your side soothingly as he kissed up and down your neck, glancing at Jace here and there. Jace’s breath was heavy and ragged, slowing his hand though as he moved closer to you, kissing you gently and his other hand moving to run through your hair. 

“You feelin good? Do you need a break?” Jace’s voice was soft as his hand moved from your hair to cup your cheek. You couldn’t help but see the angry red tip from his hard on, knowing that even though Jace had incredible self control in these moments you knew it had to have been killing him. You shook your head and pushed into another kiss with him, your hands going to his shoulders before pushing him down on the couch. Euntae looked surprised, moving to pull you both back up until he realized you were moving face to face with Jace’s cock, kissing the tip before slowly taking it into your mouth. Jace groaned and his hand went back to your hair, his head falling back as his hips bucked up into your mouth, nearly triggering your gag reflex. Euntae bit his lip as he watched your bob your head and used your hand to stroke what you couldn’t fit. He couldn’t help but move his attention to where his cum was dripping out of you, biting his lip before giving into temptation and licking you clean. You whined around Jace’s cock and almost pulled off until you felt the pressure of his hand pushing your head back down. 

    “M’so fucking close-don’t stop now baby c‘mon” You nodded, picking up your pace all the while Euntae groaned behind you, enjoying eating you out more than he thought he would. With how sensitive you were you already started to grow antsy, squirming and wiggling away from Euntae while trying to focus on Jace. Another crack went to your other ass cheek, almost making you choke when you took Jace deeper. Euntae grabbed your hips tightly to keep you from moving as he went back in, making you moan loudly around Jace. Jace had gotten tired of the starting and stopping, thrusting his hips up into your mouth now as he held your head in place. 

     “Fuck your mouth is so good, be good and swallow it won’t you? You know I like to see it all go down baby-you can take it all-“ You came on Euntaes tongue as Jace shot down your throat, groaning and slowly rolling his hips into your mouth before pulling your head up to finally let you have air. A little bit of him cum dripped from the corner of your mouth, your eyes glazed as you were so out of it from the overload of pleasure. 

  “Fuck..” Jace used his thumb to wipe away the cum before kissing you, pulling you close once more as Euntae slotted up behind you, wrapping his arms around you both. “Once you feel ready we’re absolutely going for round two. We still have to do our weight training and I think we can try it standing next” Jace smiled as you weakly just gave him a thumbs up, making him chuckle and Euntae smile “I know plenty of poses like that.”

[silverandebony]

think i'm going to kill someone, actually 👍

[restinslices]

Hello again, I love the publication of Tomas and the combat medical reader and I would like to ask you for one like this with Bi-han, please 🙏🏻😔

Thank you for accepting my English, it is getting better

L.N

I'm still mad that Bi-Han did that silly ass jump in that portal in Khaos Reigns-

Similar to Tomas' scenario, you're a Lin Kuei ninja who specializes in healing

I don't see him as a a super social kid so are you guys 4lifers? No. Aware of each other's presence? Yes

He hurts himself really bad one day and he's sent to you

Do y'all remember how stubborn he was at the end of Khaos Reigns? Even the younger version of him is tweaking and making your life hard

"I don't need your help" "I'm sure you don't”

Meanwhile his heart is purple, his leg inside out-

You heal him and he goes on about his day

I can see a friendship forming and growing once you prove you’re helpful beyond just healing

I feel like he appreciates people who are good at multiple things, so you also being a great fighter intrigues him

I still think his dad is forcing him to see you for a while-

You end up talking and he ends up talking about things he wants changed for the Lin Kuei and you agree

Are those church bells I hear?

He’s not in love with you now but this is where the friendship starts

Now he’s not being overly difficult when it comes to being healed

Time passes and you’re still very loyal to him. That’s what separates you from everyone else - he knows you’re loyal to him and his vision

I don’t see Bi-Han needing to be healed super often. He’s a pretty careful person. You still hang around each other though

I think the romantic feelings would be kinda slow. I don’t see him jumping into relationships quickly

Oh but when you support him letting his dad die? Oh bitch he almost proposed right then and there

You’re that loyal? You believe in his vision that much? You understand that sacrifices must be made for the betterment of everyone?

You’re an amazing fighter and an amazing healer?

I PICK MY POISON AND IT’S YOOOOUUUU-

All joking aside, your loyalty and faith in him means a lot to him. I imagine that “what I want for our clan” talk happens when he’s a kid, so ya’ll have been close for years at this point

Onto you being a combat medic, you’re definitely tagging along with him whenever he’s on missions

After seeing him with Sektor, I think he’d give you words of affirmations as or after you work on someone

Compliments your intelligence and how skillful you are

Ya’ll are quite literally partners in crime

Now onto Khaos Reigns-

“Can you heal me?” “No Bi-Han, because I see nothing that needs to be healed :D” “….” “Nah but being serious, I legit can’t do anything-“

I don’t think he’s mad at you for not being able to heal him. His silly goofy ass is the one that decided to stand on a business a lil too seriously

You visit him while he’s being healed and tell him about the stupid injuries you’ve been having to fix for others

You also promise you’re not going anywhere

Ya’ll a lil chaotic but it’s cute

[pinkiscent]

im officially done with this show. i'm never tuning in again. it baffles me how the writers can make the women spineless in this show again and again. their only purpose is to love their children and try to make the men around them logical because war is bad!!!! even though the war they're fighting is literally because of them. 14 year old rhaenyra was more focused and had way more character than what adult rhaenyra has ever showed us in these last 7 episodes with her. they have stripped her not only of book!rhaenyra's traits but also of young rhaenyra's. you're telling me this rhaenyra is the same that went to dragonstone to kick daemon out and get back her brother's egg? you would have thought that all those years at kings landing under alicent's abuse would have hardened her but nope. she's a sick joke of the woman that fought for her right to the throne. this rhaenyra is the one i'm expected to believe that her bannermen will rally for even after her death? how would i believe that when she doesn't even attempt to defend the lands closest to dragonstone? how would i believe that when it is her 15 year old son the one that puts some sense into her head?

rhaenys' death was meant to be pretty harsh but instead i felt nothing. her only role in the war was to protect rooks rest and burn aegon before she dies, but they cannot even let her do that. book!rhaenys was a fierce woman that stood by rhaenyra not only because she was the grandmother to her children but also because she knew what it was like to be put aside in favor of a man. she is nothing of the sort in this show. she let rooks rest fall, barely scratched sunfyre and didn't even come close to doing anything to vhagar. her death represents nothing cause show!rhaenys is nothing. we don't know anything about her other than she's mad at daemon for keeping laena away from driftmark and is mad at rhaenyra for murdering laenor. that's it.

women are incapable of being selfish, vengeful or spiteful. they're only victims to the evil men around them that have their own agenda

they screwed up rhaenys' storyline which makes it clear they will ruin baela's, which was kind of like a mirror to rhaenys' in this fight. killing aegon was a team effort between rhaenys, baela and corlys. but now that has gone to shit. so, yeah. im giving up on this show.

it baffles me how grrm keeps letting these people ruin his life's work but maybe he doesn't care about what he wrote and is just in it for the money

[anistarrose]

The thing about the Heart Attack segment in Wonderland is that they put so much aromantic subtext in it. They accidentally put SO much aromantic subtext in it, on behalf of multiple characters, and I'm thinking about it constantly. Let me tell you all about it.

Magnus is dropped into a dating game and literally leads with "I cannot stress enough how uninterested I am in this." Now, it's perfectly valid to read this as due to him waiting for Julia, or just him being plain old uncomfortable with having his love life put in the spotlight. However! I cannot stress enough the exchange that happens just a minute or two after that line:

Magnus (describing his ideal date): ... and we don't see each other again, ‘cause I'm really not interested in dating. Audience: [exaggerated] Oooooh! (cheers) Griffin: The silhouette is like, fanning itself. Lydia: Playing hard to get, huh? It seems like our contestant is into that.

And I just have to say: unfortunately, this is one of the most aromantic fucking experiences I've seen represented in fiction in my life. I mean — saying you're not interested in romance, then having those words twisted on you, like they're some secret coded way of saying that you are interested in romance? Not having a single way to express your disinterest that'll actually be believed? That's some aro shit right there. God. Fuck.

As an aside, it's enough to really tell that Heart Attack is not designed to be a reprieve from the pain, even though it's the "good outcome" of Trust or Forsake. It's designed to be uncomfortable. To funnel suffering to Edward and Lydia, just like all the other games do. (More on that later, in fact.) But in summary:

Magnus is a character who can be read as uncomfortable with romance for either aro-spec reasons or unrelated reasons. But in either case, his discomfort attracts reactions that reek of amatonormativity — and therefore, resonate with aromantic experiences. (Psst, I did recently write a gray-aro Magnus fic!)

Two more analyses below the cut (and only one of them is for another Horny Boy):

Obviously the next character I need to talk about is Merle. I've found aroallo readings of his character to be compelling for a long time (having sex with plants so you don't have to worry about romantic commitment, am I right?), but the way he describes his "ideal date" is another factor:

Merle: I volunteer to drive her vehicle, and tell her it's filthy, and so we go through the uh- drive through vehicle wash and she pays for that too. Um, and then I take her to have dinner with my family, and- Magnus: Wait, like your wife and stuff? Merle: She meets my ex-wife.

Merle's probably exaggerating as a joke, continuing on about both him and his partner being miserable, but I think the fact that Merle's mind goes here is genuinely drawing from a lot of poor romantic experiences in the past. He didn't get a choice about being on Heart Attack, and his marriage with Hecuba was similarly "arranged".

It's also worth noting that at this point in time, Merle is putting in the work to be part of Mavis and Mookie's lives again, but is not interested in doing the same for Hecuba — he instead just asks Mavis how Hecuba's doing. That said, given that Magnus is the one to put the focus on Merle's ex-wife, I think it's fair to read the "family" comment as Merle actually expressing that he'd rather spend time with his kids than give any special romantic attention to his date. Moving on to the rest of the "joke":

Merle: She's having a miserable time and she's really mad, she can't wait to get outta there. I take her back to her house, and so I lean up against the door jam and say, 'Sure you don't want me to come in for a few minutes?' and she slams the door in my face.

It's possible Merle just has a more roundabout, self-deprecating way of expressing a similar thing to what Magnus did: Merle just isn't interested in dating. To me, the last line implies he might not say no to sex, if offered — but overall, it reads as if Merle is putting minimal effort in because he's looking for an excuse to get out of this relationship anyway.

It's also possible that Merle's "rejection" of a suitor being so disguised as humor could point to him still coming to terms with his disinterest in dating. Particularly, in comparison to Magnus, who is so vocal and unashamed about it, while Merle might still be figuring this all out.

(Honestly, the self-deprecation Merle turns to here is actually kind of sad, when viewed in that light — he already lets himself be the butt of jokes so often, and now he feels like the way romance doesn't click for him has to be a joke, too? Oof. Someone give him a hug and tell him he's not broken this instant!) But regardless:

Merle views dates, and perhaps romance in general, as things that will inevitably turn disastrous for him and any party involved with him, and he would rather spend time with his children than repairing a relationship with an ex, or cultivating a relationship with a new partner. This is not an experience exclusive to the aro-spec umbrella, but you can't say that an aromantic reading of his character doesn't fit him like a gardening glove...

...which he wears while fucking his plants. Because plants don't demand emotional intimacy, nor take too much time away from the platonic relationships that matter more to him. And you know what? He's fucking valid for that! Fly your flag, nasty grandpa!

But moving on: I promised you aromantic analysis of characters outside of our protagonists, and henceforth, that analysis I will provide. And not just because I admittedly see Taako as the token alloromantic (though clearly an aro ally; if he hadn't chosen Forsake we wouldn't have gotten all this incredible characterization!)

I digress. So let's go on to addressing the lich twins in the room: Edward and Lydia.

Remember my argument earlier that Heart Attack serves the purpose of collecting suffering just like the rest of Wonderland does? How it's just a subtler way of making Wonderland's victims fundamentally uncomfortable?

...Using, of all things, romance?

How the vogue twins, for whatever reason, felt inspired to make people uncomfortable with matchmaking and adoration? How, some way or another, they noticed how much potential romance had to induce suffering? Being pressured into a relationship, being told that no matter how firmly you say you're uninterested, you're not really uninterested?

...Relatedly, I have always gotten the sense that Edward and Lydia projected relentlessly onto their victims.

Edward: This resolve, this desire to do whatever it takes no matter the cost to save yourselves — do you know who you three remind me of? Magnus: No? Merle: Who? Edward: Us!

I'm even going to go a step further and say that on top of projection, they want their victims to go through things they went through. Swallowing the guilt of having fucked someone else over to survive, of course — that's basically self-admitted. But possibly also... the feeling of not being able to get back what you lost (Keats). The feeling of not being able to heal (Keats).

So, where does that leave Heart Attack?

Lydia: It was the three of us, surviving against all odds. The world against us.

Their family of three was (is) indescribably important to them. I'm not necessarily saying that societal expectations of romance, especially of romance as a priority above that of family, left a bad taste in their mouths — if not downright contributing to their trauma — but, okay, I wrote the rest of this post and now that I'm back, I can no longer deny it. I'm definitely, absolutely saying that.

At the time of the podcast, we know Edward and Lydia's own relationship is heavily strained. Until the end, they are lying to themselves and to each other about the fact that they continue to be emotionally and magically reliant on each other. After all, Lydia wouldn't say "I guess we really needed each other after all" in her dying moments with such surprise otherwise.

This is the second reason that I... well, I wouldn't quite call it a "theory," but I find it most impactful to read Edward and Lydia as characters for whom the concept of Love has baggage. And always has, from their origins as youth in a tough spot in an already amatonormative world.

Maybe the constant societal devaluing of platonic, familial bonds left them with serious emotional scars. Maybe the constant conflation of Love and morality just weighed on them and weighed on them and weighed on them until they decided: well, we don't love the way people expect us to, so we might as well give up on being the good people they expect us to be. We might as well embrace this new fuel of suffering.

...And you know, I hope this gets across what I mean when I always say I headcanon villains as aromantic to make them more sympathetic.

Edward and Lydia, textually, are already tragic villains. As twins and liches, they're also textually foil characters to several of the Seven Birds. But I also like to think that they have a lot in common with Magnus and Merle, and the possibility that tugs at my heartstrings the most is the possibility of them all falling under the aromantic umbrella.

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bad idea, right? (obi wan kenobi x f!reader) part iii

tags: angst, fluff, arguments, period typical misogyny (of course not from obi wan), just overall wealthy pricks being little shits, the trope of THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED, but not really, do you believe in second chances (i don't) (💀), little smut compared to the rest because originally there was no smut in this (but i HAD TO use that idea), REPOST because i fucked up in the first place

a/n: welcome back for the finale!

well, i can't think of anything to say except this has been a blast for me, and i'm so happy that there are those who enjoys this madness as much as i do. hope you like the ending too. thank you all!

likes and reblogs are very much appreciated, and i can’t wait to hear your opinions! i am also crossposting on ao3, feel free to interact there as well.

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chapter three: fuck it it's fine!

You don’t board that ship. A slight sickness you excuse, then spend your days sulking at home, still covered by the expanse of your lies. It is not totally untrue, though. You did really wake up with a swollen throat, and that put the integrity of your health during the journey at risk, thus with great grief, canceled the plans. Nobody knew that you’d not even mention the symptom on any other day, just requesting some honey tea and hardly noticing it disappear in the morrow. And it exactly worked out as predicted, more so, without leaving its discomfort for remorse. But after that, the hours stretched out each day, like you were living in a different plane where you were not welcomed. Perhaps you actually weren’t, for if you followed your fate, you’d be eating different foods, and walking foreign corridors. In an attempt to run away from that feeling, you try to socialize just a little, attending even the most dull tea parties. Also, your preference of company has to be specialized now, and that proves difficult sometimes.

So, that’s exactly why you indeed sulk at home, even though all your efforts.

But not tonight. 

Then again, perhaps you should've.

His presence has nothing to do with it, to be perfectly clear. On the contrary, he makes it a little endurable. The forced small talk and empty eyes you once feared dearly are not the case, even after your last encounter. Of course, there's a little awkwardness, an uncertainty about where the line of intimacy now stands, shadows of anger and disappointment still darkening the atmosphere, but the overall sensation comes down to longing. You both lost a great friendship, cast it aside in a blink, but your souls don't accept this new arrangement that quickly, trying to fall into the familiar rhythm once more each time you feel your walls break. You don't allow it, neither does he. Yet, it is about the only thing that turns this night into a not complete waste of time. Even a pleasant one, you'd dare say. 

If it weren't for literally everything else except this.

The hushed little uninformed jokes start during the dinner. It is the lord of the house that says them, to his close circle, barely hanging onto etiquette he had glimpses of. As minutes tick and glasses of wine roll, that glimpse is gone, and even in your seat at the end of the table, you hear him clearly. The pressed lips and masked mimics pretending not to be aware of it soon become apparent on every face, excluding you and Lord Kenobi. You glower the first time another of the guests feels confident enough to make his dirty contribution to the subject. Typical, you try to stay calm, tapping your fingers on the table. The world is filled with the likes of him, and the last thing they deserve is your attention. The reflex doesn’t go unnoticed by him, and he sends a sympathetic smile, showing that you’re not alone and accepting this invitation was a most regretful choice. He uses a few retorts to close the deal, let the dinner continue in different matters- or in silence, that would be fantastic indeed, but his smart wit and slight intimidation work only for a couple of minutes. Now it’s your turn to reflect that sad smile, and you do.

The sadness doesn’t come from the circumstances around you all, though. Your heart feels heavy, for not trying better ways to handle that morning. That guilt will haunt you, drag you into the gloomy pit you’ve been in, and maybe, you should stay there for some time, a penance for your mistakes.  

After dinner, when the ladies and gentlemen huddle around different interests, you get a chance to cool off. The soft peals of laughter and giggles fill the room, a much more pleasant sound than the roar of men. You get to entertain others with your stories of other cities you’ve been to, and they tell their interesting incidents, and make fun of their husbands, people who deserve, as their commotion spills out of the walls. The topic of their conversation, marriage, diffuses out into your circle in such a way, that once again, you’re restraining yourself, trying to listen to the problems one of the ladies is complaining of, and not to hear the crude comments going on on the other side. You’re stopped from rushing out of your armchair simply out of respect you have for the woman speaking when you pick up your name passing in their remarks. Plus, Kenobi’s words, you don’t flatter me by offending the lady, reach every ear in the room, sharper than a knife. Your cheeks burn with anger, then with gratitude, and at last, out of embarrassment, because how are you going to explain he’s just doing an honorable thing, that it’s his character to defy ill minds when he sees one, and this has little to do with his “pursuit” of you? Your breaths are shallow and quick as you focus on the discourse, and dodge every attempt to pull the subject towards your relations.

Though, the snake doesn’t give up on eating, even his own tail, it seems.

In less than half an hour, a joke about abduction is whispered, and you surge from your armchair, the screeching sound echoing. You murmur what resembles to be an excuse (you’re still deciding whether they are worthy of one), and send one glaring gaze at the group, enough to make one flinch, and walk out.

Out of the entire house.

Lucky for you, this is a night in which you carpooled with another guest, meaning you only have your own feet to carry you away in this pouring rain.

But of course, that’s not enough to deter you.

You take big steps, enforced by your fury. Thus, the house leaves your sight in no time, but not their audacity, still ringing in your ears. Implications about your freedom. Complaints of wive-hood. Humor about how perfectly reasonable is to get rich, by kidnapping a young woman… (Honestly, after all that, you don’t have mercy for them of the panic they might experience when they realize their guest is not refreshing in another room, and have left the estate altogether. Alas, that guest is you.) You string curses at them, the only form of thinking you have in regard, and feel the bulk of emotions resonate with every stomp, even spilling out of your tear ducts. Your dampening body, and the length of the road don’t make it any easier, feeding your frustration. Your only anchor is your self worth, the reason you began this path in the first place, and you desperately hope it will turn the tide in a while.

Though now, the picture you paint with those foul words and wet clothes isn’t exactly the brightest.

It is still among these moods, that Obi Wan catches up to you. You’re not exactly surprised to see him, his carriage closing the twenty minute distance you put between yourself and that damned house with a speed that you think can’t be that good for the horses in the long run. They stop abruptly at your side, and you have all those insults readied if it turns out to be that fucked up man or polite declines if it is indeed Obi Wan. 

But, you can’t speak them. The world feels like it freezes, the raindrops slowing down, and carrying away your burdens as they fall to the soil. The small door opens, and Obi Wan rushes out of it, with an expression that is so honest and raw. His fright vanishes at the sight of you, that scared gaze dissolving, eyebrows relaxing… You can actually see his lips move, Thank God. He is totally undisturbed by the downpour, already making his strands stick to his forehead. His hands find yours, and pull you close, almost like an embrace. You look into his eyes, how focused they are on you, as if they could burn you from the inside with their intensity. You have an undeniable urge to kiss him right now, and that has nothing to do with lust, but your wish to undo the last couple of weeks, uphold that strong connection once the two you had. Of course, you don’t, you can’t, thus, you let him lead you inside, and continue towards whatever destination.

Funny, how you feel much calmer doing the thing you thought you wouldn’t. Moreso, you have no woes about it either.

The silence is deafening, but nobody dares to open their mouth, the greatness of the storm of emotions you both are having too heavy on your tongues. He puts his less soggy jacket around your shoulders, you welcome it with a nod. That’s the moment you realize the redness on his knuckles. It’s not hard to guess the scene, and that has your head turned to the floor, processing the entire night. It is also at this moment that you become aware of your fresh tears, still sliding over your cheeks. Even if he notices them, he doesn’t do a thing about it, an indifference you’re grateful for. He just looks out of the window, and contemplates, same as you.

===

The tub filled with hot water doesn’t make you any wetter, but it helps with the temperature. You’re sorry that you exhausted the owners of the inn you had to stay in, (for it was getting impossible to travel in that rain) with this request, but a voice tells you that Obi Wan wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re unbelievably silent as he sorts it all out, staying in your bubble, unintentionally playing the part of the damsel in distress. You listen to his list of requests, for the horses, for three rooms (the best reserved for the lady, he insists), a tub to be prepared for you, and some tea-

“No need.” Your voice is weak, but it is clear. He would’ve protested this answer, but it is the first time you’ve talked after leaving the house, how ironic, and the realization sets deep in both of you. After that, you feel the words pile up on your tongue, but in a blink, you find yourself in a room. Alone.

“So sorry, I thought they gave me this room.” He stands at the door, holding it half open, face turned in the opposite direction.

“Obi Wan.” His gaze hesitantly finds your way again. God, he’s about to kill you with that blues… “Can we talk for a second?”

You name yourself a hypocrite for asking that, in this state, but you can’t breathe with all that untold things if you spend another second without explaining yourself to him, and apologize for all the trouble you’ve caused. And, isn’t this already proof of the trust you have for him, how vulnerable you can be in his presence?

And, there’s nothing he’s not seen before, after all.

He gingerly closes the door, locking it in a swift motion, and makes his way to you. You pull yourself together, and reach for his hand for him to help you out.

“No, stay. Your fingers are still cold.”

You can’t hide the small smile forming on your face as you settle back, careful to keep most of your body underwater. He, ever noble, keeps his eyes straight on your face, which somehow doesn’t help. There’s something about his rolled-up sleeves, the matching three-piece suit down to two for the damp jacket sits behind the chair in your back against the fireplace. His hair is drying up in all defiant shapes, and you have to stop imagining that morning he woke up next to you.

“I just wanted to say thank you. For everything. I- I never intended to cause this big of a mess, and make someone clean up after me. Certainly, not you, of all people. You shouldn’t have tired yourself this much, and I’m sorry for it.”

“You can’t expect me to do nothing.” The sentence begs for a dear to be added in the end, and he has to fight his throat to silence himself. Instead, there’s a kind tug at the corners of his lips.

“You’re right.” You nod. “But the truth is, I wasn’t thinking clearly. I needed to get out, I just couldn’t sit there pretend I didn’t hear all those nasty comments.”

His fist clenches at the reminder, and you once again spot the bruises settling in on his knuckles, filling with the desire to mention them, but you inevitably decide not to. “That asshole-“

”He was obnoxious since the first hour, and loud, but that doesn't scare me, for thus he has proven himself to be just a foul mouthed man. But, that title started not to cover the extent of it- it was too much and I couldn’t take it anymore. You may say it was obvious from the start, but I tried my best to not evolve this into a thing I would regret afterward. And I succeeded.”

“So you don't even regret ever setting foot in that house?”

A tinge of disgust seizes your face, but only for a moment. Even with all those words echoing in your ear, you don't have hatred in your heart, or any remorse. You're not so quite sure about its reason, nor do you wish to be, avoiding all analysis. Like you don't know the basics already. But the sudden change in your expression tells everything. “I don’t think I can ever regret it. At least, not in its entirety.” You say, hugging your knees and lowering your head. Hot steam no longer hits your skin, you realize in your attempts of distraction.

There's a second of silence in the room, despite the thunderstorm raging outside. You are as cold as in the beginning because of it, and you almost contemplate how good of an idea this conversation was, especially under these circumstances.

“I’d say the same.” Obi Wan speaks, and that's when goosebumps rise on your skin. Your eyes meet his, then flutter away quickly, overwhelmed. Does he mean-

Why is him meaning that any different than yours, huh? Why is it any worse when he says it?

“You should get out of there.” He reaches for a towel, and you shyly stand up, turning your back and pressing your arms around yourself. Nothing he hasn't seen before, right? As the coarse fabric is draped around your shoulders, you can’t help but feel afire, the imprint of his hand around your shoulders for a second lingering way more than it should, creating a tingling sensation.

“Thank you.”

“Well, I must return to my room now.” He folds his hands together, like trying to preserve where they’ve touched, and his eyes still stay respectfully up, causing your heart to lose its rhythm. There has never been a scenario that involved nakedness without… sexual intentions, and clearly, it’s not even crossing your minds right now. Your awareness of it takes up all the space in your mind, tosses every other idea out, and leaves you at the mercy of your soul.

“Obi Wan.” Fuck, the way you call his name, it is bound to weaken him every time. “Can you-” Oh, haven't you demanded enough from him? “I- I would like it if you stayed.”

His mouth hangs open for a second, with a subtle sharp inhale. His fingers tighten around each other, then relax all together, hanging free by his side. “Of course.” For all the words that come to his lips, it’s a most simple answer.

Not that you have any complaints.

You’re filled with another kind of thrill, being this open with your wishes, but having no clue whether they’ll take the night, having no clue where you want the night to go, or how to act in this very moment, half covered.  You just know that you prefer him, being in the same chamber as you. You’d prefer to listen to his idle talk or slow breaths, than the silence of the room. You’d prefer him to snore in your bed than to picture him in his own, lying awake. (Because let’s face it, it’d take a while for him to surrender to sleep, if left to his own devices.)

He takes a step towards the armchair, unbuttoning his vest and you come back to your senses, stepping out of the tub in the opposite direction, towards the nightgown the innkeeper gracefully lent to you. It’s slightly large for your body, definitely not tailored for someone close to your size, but if Obi Wan ever heard you commenting on the fact, he’d wholeheartedly claim you still looked like an angel. Since you don’t, he doesn’t too, but it’s obvious in the way he takes in your form, a battle of excess fabric against your movements. He has to bury a groan when your sleeve falls down your shoulder, a simple accident. He knows that shouldn’t have been seen by him, or you didn’t do it on purpose, that tonight is not meant for those activities, and it shouldn’t get him so bothered up, but it fucking does. Does it also make him want to slap himself? Yes.

Walking near the fireplace, you wring the excess water from your hair and run your fingers through the strands before rubbing that towel aggressively, for the fact that it is already soggy enough, and is not gonna do much. You despise sleeping with wet hair, it is an invitation for you to get sick, not to mention that you’ll be sharing the bed, leaving frustrating streaks of wetness on the sheets for them.

“Hey, hey, let me help you.” Is he a little bit scared? The answer is another yes. But he’s not gonna stand there and watch you fight with your hair. He takes the fabric, locating the most usable spots, and slowly massages your strands with them. Objectively, it’s not a lot different in terms of overall results, but it does more than that anyway. Despite the forbidden intimacy, despite the question of “How is he so good at it?”, you’re lulled by the constant movements, the tension in your muscles easing off. He keeps you by the fire longer than you would’ve stayed, and that achievement belongs solely to him. Frankly, he too is not sure how long the two of you could stand like that, or put an end to it. All that matters is that your hair is pleasantly damp, less bothersome, and he did that.

To be honest, with each minute he is in your presence; the task of holding onto his manners, respecting his broken heart, and following your lead is getting harder to manage.

“Thank you.” You murmur, eyelids barely held open, and he feels like a juggler, suddenly losing his sense of balance, and dropping one of his props.

“You’re welcome.” Perhaps he was the one to thank, for the pleasure. That’s the second prop, falling down.

Still, it’s obvious how that sentence misses a darling thrown out after it.

You climb the bed, and he follows suit. You both favor the edges of the mattress, and there’s a ridiculous distance between both of your bodies, but you’re both too timid to use it, even at the risk of tumbling down.

Only after the urge to find a better position kicks in that you move, and end up just a little closer, face turned to his side.

He’s already turned to you, eyes closed but definitely not trying to sleep, or relax if nothing. He opens them of course, after you rustled the sheets that hard.

“What if I get sick tomorrow?” Admittedly, that’s a silly question, but the scenario occupies your mind. All the elemental factors are present, and you only have a formal dress on your back. Also, the fact that it would be all your fault, yet you are the one to complain? You hate yourself for saying it out loud.

“Then we would stay ‘til you got better.” His point-of-fact words, softened with his bedtime voice, must be annoying. Must be. It is not. It is the raw truth, straight from his core. You won’t disrespect it, (again). “I would take care of you.”

(Doesn’t he, always?)

 A shiver runs down your spine.

(He’d name this place heaven, if it allowed you two to stay together a little longer.)

“Obi Wan.” Whispering, trying your best to break that ugly silence, not to crush under the weight of his words, but more importantly to let him know your truths, the alignment of your soul. “I- I never told you how much I appreciated you. Now just today, but especially today.”

He’s trying so hard not to sound rude, or leave you unanswered, but none of them are good enough. Thankfully, you are not expecting one. Your fingers ghost over his knuckles, afraid to hurt him. he’s not even sure you’re doing that, ‘til you hunch over, and press a small kiss over them.

That’s all the acknowledgment he needs, ever. It wasn’t becoming of a gentleman, obviously, but the situation didn’t require gentleman-cy, too. He has no recollection of how his fist ended up in that man’s eye, except for the exact second it happened, feeling his shirt slide from his other hand as the impact sizzled through his bones, and sent the man to the floor. He found himself in the middle of saying God knows what- he still doesn’t have a single clue, and thinks about the possibility of how they’ll resonate, ‘til it reaches his ears once again.

Though, he has no fear regarding that, or the altercation before it. Nor regret.

“I am honored that our names are spoken together, a testament of our likeness.”

The third prop.

It falls, most obviously, but he doesn’t show it. Not under these circumstances. No matter how you try to avoid the subject of love, or a future, he’s burning for it, burning for you. In that moment, it is settled that it’ll always be that way, forever. You’re absolutely crushing his heart, and maybe even crush yours in the process (for which reasons, he’s never sure), regardless of your intentions pointing otherwise, because he knows you’re pushing through your struggles to speak up, select the appropriate expressions, to honor your past. He’s touched by your effort, as well as your words, oh, your words… This is the only compliment he’ll ever accept, and it’s not even meant to be a compliment. Your voice is already etched into his brain, and there will not go a single day he’s not reminiscing about it.

Thus, with such strong emotions, his every muscle twitched with the desire to pull you closer, wrap his arm around your waist, card his fingers through your cool hair as your lips meet. He wants to kiss you slowly, savor your taste and caress your tongue with his, for the sole purpose of being close to you. You, throwing one leg over him… You, falling asleep in his arms as he gets to bathe in your enchanting scent… The feeling of your warm breath against his neck as you take refuge in there… He’s surprised he doesn’t have to chain himself not to act on any of these images.

(Oh, it very much feels like he has done that anyway)

Yet, it is probably the worst night to do so. It has all been too much, and all this on top of that is a recipe for disaster. A disaster he’s been struck with nonetheless, though, perhaps he can spare you from.

When it comes to you, he has always put his heart before his mind, (but never disregarding the latter part. It is the essential element to keep both of you safe, to never compromise your social statuses, to create the optimum atmosphere for your relationship to flourish (by your own unusual standards)). For the first time, he’s not following that code. Even he can’t imagine the consequences if he doesn’t.

You’re glad that nothing has changed. No response from him, no action. His relaxed expression tells you enough; the calmness of his eyes, his slow breaths and the slight curve of his lips… To be honest, you’re relieved to see your words reach their destination but also set with the urge to prove them. To press down your mouth on his, from which you hope for an answer; to hold his hand without causing any discomfort, or simply hug him for a second, eliminating all space between your bodies like your souls.

Alas, the role of the hypocrite is a part you no longer wish to play, and you’re perfectly willing to hurt yourself by not succumbing to your wishes, and refrain him from further confusion.

“Good night, Obi Wan.” You say, fingers grazing over his for the last time, and curl yourself into a ball.

“Good night, my dearest.”

 ===

The morning is unlike the previous example.

You wake up to him getting up, so there’s no way for you to know if your bodies drifted closer during the night, but considering the position of your arm, extended way beyond the middle, it is quite possible to assume some physical contact was present.

Considering you two are not facing each other, thus acknowledgment of the situation is not a matter, your embarrassment is half of what it should be.

Though, your cheeks burn brighter each second you can’t peel your eyes off of him, filling up the rest of that cup. Watching him walk around, the movement of each chiseled muscle on his back as he puts his shirt and trousers on quickly highlights another impropriety. He is perfection, even in that drowsy state of the human condition, there’s harmony to his every motion, the slow steps he takes, the way the fabric glides against his skin, the subtle fine arrangements of his fingers to make sure it looks decent, even how he breathes causes him to blend into the room, but also bedazzle it in his grace, make him stand out like a crown jewel, a masterpiece of arts that name the place.

You can only stop your ogling once he leans in and stirs the flames, which were already going strong since they were last fed before you went to sleep- wait, that doesn’t seem possible, did he actually sever his sleep to tend to it?

Is there any other explanation you need?

Your heart may flutter out of your chest after this realization, so you skirt out of the blankets. Of course, the sound draws his attention, and you’re caught, forced to react.

Yet, the unstoppable smile forming on his lips inspires a similar response on yours so easily, so naturally that you don’t feel obligated at all. On the quite contrary, that simple mimic banishes any pretense, showering you with reassurance and bravery, the motivation to act on your own true terms, not society’s or the ones you pressured onto yourself.

“Good morning.” The simultaneous greeting pulls a giggle from both of you, and it is all so small, yet so much. You sway away from his direction, casually reaching for your clothes, hoping he doesn’t notice the tremor of your legs when you shed the nightwear and put the chemise on. Because you know, he’s watching you. Divine justice, perhaps.

“Be careful, Obi Wan, I might start to think you enjoy watching me get dressed too much.” The snarky comment, fighting its way out of your mouth further softens the atmosphere, and it is like the first days of spring after a harsh winter, soothing your souls with relief.

“Guilty as charged.”

You shake your head, consumed by his usual forward banter. A scene taken straight out of your past. You shimmy into your dress instead of coming up with a cleverer response.

“You don’t sound sick.” He says, indicating that he’s been paying attention. 

Biting your lip, you turn away. “Actually…”

“Is there something wrong?” He ends up right beside you in a blink, as if the world changed by your unfinished sentence. 

Your heart picks up a different rhythm, hands raised in position to tie your ribbon but frozen. “It’s nothing, my throat just feels-”

“Do you want me to call a doctor?”

That was the exact reason why you started with it’s nothing. Alas… “No, it’s probably just my overthinking and coming up with strange sensations.” And if not, it depends on how well you spend tonight, so there’s not much room for intervention. Definitely not in medical terms.

“Pity.” His comment makes you scoff. After that, you can’t reward him with your concerns, can you? It is funny, ugh.

“Let me help.” 

Your heart can’t get any rest as the tension simply changes garbs, his fingers trailing over yours and leading a 180° turn, leaving a blazing line along your skin, to tie the ends of your ribbon together. Your arms tentatively fall to your sides, not sure what to do with their freedom. His breaths lick your neck while he attentively, slowly smooths his creation, and you’d probably freak out if you weren’t so focused on the sheer range of his skills.

(Also the mystery of how he comes to acquire it, but it’s only the deep, dark parts of your mind speaking. Moreover, you do not pride yourself in a position to be jealous. You absolutely are, on that tiny level, and no, you’ll never admit it.)

Though, you’re not gonna comment on that, not when your heart threatens to fly out of its cage. The sacredness of the action brings back the echoes of your concerns, not a single one strong enough to overtake you, but the cacophony of them loud enough to occupy the entirety of your capacity.

All that talk of past times… Coupled with a little hesitancy, and how the tables turn…

“T- thank you.”

“My pleasure.” Like he just didn’t flip the dynamic, he carries on with his outfit, tying his cravat. His beautiful hands work expertly, effortlessly, and the result is perfect, even without a mirror, eyes on you the entire time.

“Is it looking fine?”

“Yes.” You meekly answer. It is decent, like he always is. Somehow witnessing that feels as sensual as the previous scene, pulling you further down the whirlpool.

Embarrassed enough already, you busy yourself with your hair, accepting the mess that it is, and decide on a simple bun, as much as possible. The practiced moves bring you some sense of calmness and control, even if the result isn’t perfect. The silence helps too, along with his occupancy of tidying up the room.

“Do you want to have some breakfast?” He asks. God, how does he still sound that cheery?

“No, thank you.” You don’t want to keep your father worrying any longer, and it’s not like you’re going to faint. The memory of your last food in the most unpleasant company is still strong enough to expel any thought of hunger.

That answer may be the clearest thought you’ve ever had this morning, yet it is the one that whispers doubt into his heart. You are silent, turned away from him, and far too engrossed in whatever unnecessary thing you’re doing. Because now, he fears that if the two of you leave this room, this building, all your lives in it will be a part of the history, never to be repeated or worse, mentioned again, lost in the torn pages. The joke about residing here for however long- seems awfully bitter, perfectly demonstrating he’d rather hold on to the possibility than put an end to this.

How could that be love?

Perhaps you were right, accusing him of madness.

That’s the only reason he walks out of the room to prepare the carriages, instead of cocooning the both of you in.

===

“Father!” You wrap your arms around him, who’s standing by the main entrance to your estate, waiting anxiously. He does the same, unaffected by the eyes that watch, the staff, and a mere acquaintance, Lord Kenobi.

Now Obi Wan knows who you got your bravery from.

He stands quietly, hands folded in front of him, not sure what to do but damn sure not to leave. He had plenty of time to think about his madness on the road, and decided it was not anything pathological- it was pure love and desperation for you. Isn’t that the nature of most of your meet-ups? Consoling each other in the positively dreadful situations, and utilizing everything to spend a second more together?

He hears you reassuring him of your well-being, and summarize the thing in pretty understated phrases. Even that makes him stutter over his words in a fit of rage. Obi Wan agrees. You distract him by speaking of the help you’ve gotten from a valiant friend, and that’s how he enters the conversation.

“Good morning, Sir.”

How he keeps it all cool, sharing and shaping his anger, silencing any doubt that may arise in him is a surprise, though he’s called a great negotiator for a reason, right? His work in various cases in court has earned him the title. He’s not overtly a fan of flaunting it. Though, it helps him a great deal in this instance.

At least, enough to have a pleasant exchange in these unpleasant circumstances, and secure permission to talk to you again.

Alone.

It is weird enough as it is already, you and him spending the night at some inn, him casually chatting with your father like his clothes haven’t benefitted from the merits of ironing, not to mention his hair being on the wild side after a slight treatment of rain, and now he is requesting your attention? Not only yours, but your father’s too in extent?

His plans have never been so crystal clear.

“No.” You declare your objection so clearly, in one word as the door closes behind him, giving you the privacy of the room. “No, no, no, no.”

“I haven’t even opened my mouth!” He objects, though it is more of a principal thing, than an actual defense. He knows you’ve worked it all out already. God, could he expect anything less from you? Your watery eyes and trembling hands break his heart into a million pieces, reactions so strong even before he has a chance to utter their cause. He caresses his beard, reevaluating if he should continue-

He can’t live with the consequences if he dares not. He can’t live with what-ifs, or not knowing the reason why you are so repulsed by the idea or would you still feel the same, if he told you about his love for you. Of course, that would require some magic, considering the magnitude and intricacy of it. How is he supposed to put the purest feelings he’s ever had to mere words, the origin of the butterflies caged up in his chest, the wires of his brain getting tangled up whenever you’re not around, and the constant intoxication from the strongest liquor he’s ever consumed? He’d rather die than sober up, and a part of him already recognizes that it’s not a possibility. It is his poison and antidote. There’s not a moment that passes without either of them.

And surely, he has no complaints about it. Never will. It is a brave choice, but what’s braver is this moment.

“No.” You repeat, hands clasped together to stop them from shaking. Your voice is low albeit steady, as much as it can be.

Because you do not lift your eyes to meet him. “You can’t propose to me, because I can’t refuse it. But I will. Then the whole country will wonder what is so wrong with you, and me, and they will talk about it all the time, for years to come. The whispers will be the first thing that you hear in every room you enter, and you’ll see the mischievous glint in the eyes of every person you meet, them scrutinizing whether those rumors are true. Our reputations will be tarnished forever, and we will hate each other for it.” And you can’t stand that.

You don’t sound like this is the first time you’re putting these words together. In all your distressed state, you sound awfully logical in your own way, so focused on one improbable, insane possibility (damn those reputations, he can never hate you), but devising every little detail.

“Why?” He basically hollers, running a hand through his hair. Why does that potential is the one you envision? “Why can’t you marry me?”

One can only dream that someone outside isn’t listening.

“Because- I don’t know!” You take a desperate step closer, showing him your honesty. You truly can’t quite name your aversions, and isn’t that already enough of a reason to stay away, spare the person you’re facing?  “I don’t know how to be a wife! And I am scared. All my life I alienated myself from the idea of a marriage, I methodically dismissed every chance claiming it wasn’t the time, all the way ‘til I would say it was too late. I was content with that idea. Because I love- loved my life the way it is; I get more than I need from my father, and that is to remain unchanged when my brother takes over, and I am free as a bird, unbound by society’s expectations, traveling wherever, wherever and trying new things. I was, I am so happy about it that anything that may alter it I shun from immediately. And now I find myself in a place I never imagined, and I am scared. I don’t know what happens now. I don’t know what to expect. I don’t know what that future looks like for us.”

He moves towards you, his head tilted sideways in understanding, arms reaching for yours. Finally, finally hearing your justifications, the basis of your attitude, fills him with pride and compassion, and most importantly, gives him an opportunity to help you solve those problems, together. But, you hush him, squeezing his wrists in gentle guidance, with tears streaking across your cheeks. “I just know that I love you. I love you so much that my heart will always feel like a weight in my chest when I’m not with you, like a ship sinking, but never reaching the bottom. And I will continue to love you even if you stop loving me back, but I would rather lose you on my terms than by the burdens a marriage brings.”  

“Why do you so believe that a mere contract would change my feelings? Do you think my affections for you are that fragile?”

You frantically shake your head, causing the drops to fall faster. “No, I’m not saying that-“

“Then what?” He snaps, though not because he’s angry. He wants to learn every single reason that’s keeping you away.

“You don’t know what that will do to us.”

“No, I don’t! And I don’t care! It will never change my feelings.” This, he can shout freely. This is the simplest truth for all his remaining days on this earth.

You don’t know that, you want to object. “Obi Wan…” Is the response that comes out of your mouth. “I am not a good bride.”

“No.”There’s acceptance in his tone, a punch to your guts. “You’re the love of life, my companion, my everything.” When he pulls you even closer, and cups your cheeks, you let him. “Haven’t we been through all the struggles a couple could share already? Haven’t I seen all of you, and let you see all of me? Haven’t you claimed my entire soul, and occupied my every single thought? You made me break my rules, and painted a picture I never thought was suited for me- and I came to like that picture very much. In fact, it’s all I ever want my future to look like, with you in it. You, exactly in the way you already are, with all your unsusceptibility to the norms and striking habits. I know that can be scary. I am afraid too. But, anything worth doing starts like this, I know it. And we’ll be the biggest idiots in the world if we let our fear rule us.”

You can’t help but laugh a little, the joyful sound making his breath hitch. It is reflected on his face too, and it is something you’ll hold on to, alongside the tears that begin to form on his eyes. Fortunately, they sit there, despite him kneeling in front of you, his fingers never leaving the bend of your arm, only to follow the route they create, and hold onto both of your hands. “Please, marry me.”

You’re convinced, but your tongue is still tied, so you nod. Your entire upper body shakes with the gesture in seconds, making you look like an overexcited child, on the verge of losing their balance with the restlessness of their legs. You barely feel him kissing your knuckles before he stands up and embraces you, stabilizing both of you in both physical and emotional terms. Let’s be real, if he kissed you instead as he desperately wished to, you’d fall on the floor (and continue there- ‘til somebody discovered the two of you in very indecent terms). His chuckles quickly become your favorite song, you feel blessed as they delight your ears, and make your chest vibrate like his. He revels in the newfound proximity, despite the fact that you’ve been much, much closer in the past. This is new. This is raw love, uncombined with other emotions, strengthened by the absolute truth that you two are meant for each other, and with the promise of you’ll do something about it. He holds you ‘til your sense of balance is restored, for he now has urgent matters he has to attend to. He’ll get to hold you forever soon, and that revelation doesn’t change the herculean feat of letting you go now. He can’t help but wipe the streaks of wetness on your face, though it forms again. He solely doesn’t repeat himself because of the widest grin on your lips. You press yourself to his palm, eyelids closing for a moment, then place a small peck on it.

 “I- I’m now gonna go and talk to your father, get the papers right- and find a-” oh, that’s not “a”, he is going to require many others even if he keeps everything minimal, “I’ll be back in three, fuck, four hours, okay?”

“What? No!” You exclaim, almost giving him a heart attack.

“What’s wrong?” His fingers tighten, a slight tremble taking over them. You have to smile to get him to relax once again, and raise your eyebrows wittily, as if he is a fool for not imagining it already, reminding him of your nature.

“I’m only doing this once. I want everything to be right.”

He squints his eyes, grasping your chin. There’s a few seconds of silence, the time it takes for his nerves to settle. When it does, you’re struck by the intensity of his blue irises, the condensed calm before the storm. “So you want to stay as my fiance ‘til the next season starts, in eight months, succumbing to waiting as we get no freedom to ourselves, always in the center stage, enjoying the last of our bachelor states, the lonely nights and beds bigger than you can ever occupy.”

His other hand, wandering across your waist tells you exactly what he implies. While you actually weren’t planning on such a thing, it causes a surge of rush to overtake you, burning you from the inside. Pursing your lips as you free your face from his grip, with a contradicting shaky breath, you say. “I was always fond of winter weddings…”

To this, he laughs, echoing in the room, and you join him.

One can only hope whoever outside listens to this too, this moment of pure joy preserved in one more mind.

 === 

 “I couldn’t be happier to be married to you.” Obi Wan whispers, but the sentence is loud and clear to you, etched into where he takes nest in the crook of your neck, hot breaths burning your skin.

“We’re still not- ngh“ Yes, this is supposed to be the rehearsal, the night before the main event. You two should be at the reception downstairs, among your many relatives and friends and other members of the society, all gathered for tomorrow morning, when these words of yours will be invalid.

Of course, you are further making a hypocrite of yourself by the way you hold onto him, legs wrapped around his waist, arms locked around his shoulders as he burrows his cock into you. It was impossible to wait any further, as you were separated by the whole ordeal of preparations and the watchful eyes. The moment you found a clearing, you two slipped away, cue to now, where your back on the wall as he supports you against it. You didn’t even get one meter away from the door, you could basically reach the knob with a simple extension of your elbow, but in the end, who cares? Who cares when he fills you so deliciously, scratching the itch that has been building for some time, peppering you with all the love in his heart?

Still, your sentence is cut abruptly as he drives his hips faster, rougher- very much an act of pedantry, advising not to get lost in the details. It works, the correction dies on your tongue, though a quite loud moan takes its place. His hand flies to cover your mouth, and your eyes pop open, meeting his. The pressure of his palm against your face almost forces another sound out of you. Fuck, you adore those blue storms, even when they are focused elsewhere, turned to the door as if it can see past behind it, scanning for intruders. You do actually whimper when the danger dissolves, the vibrations running among his bones, and he keeps up his pace, hitting that sweet spot over and over again.

However, it is getting harder in terms of balance as he now has one hand to stabilize you, and despite your best efforts, it is quite hard not to slide off of the smooth fabric of his clothes. Remorsefully, you push on his shoulders, and he understands, pulling his cock out of you and burying his mouth on your skin. He stifles a sob in there, the frustration getting the best of him.

“Oh, you definitely had too much wine.” Look at who’s talking, you with those wobbly legs and bitten lips…

“No, I just had too little of you.”

Your heart flaps its wings out of your chest, as it does after his every cheesy compliment. You still cannot figure out how he makes you blush harder with those words, even as he ravages you in the meantime.

You reach for a kiss, it is always a good idea. He hums contently at the touch, grateful at the most basic form of contact. Obi Wan rocks against you unintentionally, and that’s how the unsatiated desire wages war, with desperate groans and roaming hands.

Then, his fingers tighten around your waist, and you find yourself supported against the vanity with your open palms, depositing most of your weight there (thank God, because you couldn’t trust your feet much longer). He pulls your hips back to his. Your back arches in a way that is most complementary to his chest, and fuck, it is a vision.

It literally is.

Fluttering your eyes open for only a second (that was your intention at least), you’re struck down with the image of the two of you in the mirror, faces contorted in the prettiest way that is possible in this dirty position, heavy lids and open mouths, fingertips whitened by the strong grasp you have on each other, the matching colors of your outfits…

Yes, even with that detail, you’re still on his side, agreeing you’d be idiots if you weren’t doing this.

Deciding to take the sight from its direct source, you turn your head to the side a little, looking at the adonis of a man you’ll soon call your husband, with his neatly trimmed beard and prominent cheekbones and long eyelashes you are slightly jealous of and so much more…

He meets your gaze, breathless with similar thoughts, that little tug on the corner of his mouth telling you all you need to know, but then he nudges your face to its previous state by a small clasp of your chin, and you’re watching him through the reflection, leaning forward when he starts to fumble with your skirt once again.

The moan that leaves you is totally incapable of being unobscured as he enters you anew. The change in the angle along with the visual stimulation has you teetering on the edge quite easily, like him, but he denies it, maintaining slow movements and choking out any noise that dares to leave him.

Of course, all is impeded when the door is knocked-

“Occupied!”

“Occupied!”

Your voices are synchronized, high and tight. The clock stops for a moment for your bodies, as if the stationary status makes it any less scandalous, and both of you fixated on the doorknob.

It never turns. Never.

Still, the dilated pupils remain a little longer, joined over the mirror, with big puffs of breath and shaking hands.

“Do you think they-“ There’s not an exact word that you can find to explain what has just occurred, but the sentiment is clear.

“Probably.” And the answer too is just as clear.

Well, the only thing lost is the trivial achievement of never being discovered before the wedding.

A wedding which is hours away.

So, you push back, wiggling your hips. His unrestricted sound is all you need to regain your spirits back, and you do it once more. Just like that, the wheels are turning. 

“You realize there’s a bed behind us, right?” He asks as he slowly thrusts into you.

“Yes, but I like the view better here.” 

[mncein]

hello !! can i request for newjeans where they react to their s/o looking good in glasses and their s/o being popular due to their nerdy look?

will do !! thanks anon for this request, enjoy~

notes : this will be in high school au :)

hcs and scenarios ahead !!

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— MINJI

the type of person to judge you a bit but soon to realize that you look even good with your glasses on. casually stealing glances from you during class, and one time in gym that a sport where a ball is included, you had to take off your glasses and you placed them by minji's seat. and almost everyone didn't seem to know you because you had your glasses off. and now you're known as 'pretty with glasses on, even prettier when off.' she's like, shocked, when you became popular because of it. she doesn't mind but the thought of someone crushing on you has been invading her mind recently.

— "hey, you look so funny." minji laughs, she hands you your glasses back after pe. and the both of you are outside, in the courtyard.

"how so? i just took off my glasses." you ask, rubbing your eyes before putting your glasses back on. minji doesn't answer as she stares at you, taking her time to admire your eyes.

"they're definitely right." she mumbles out of nowhere. and you don't know what she's referring to, you just spoke to each other just now, after all.

"what do you mean?" you tilt your head.

"that you look prettier with your glasses off."

— HANNI

doesn't mind at all! whether your glasses are on or not, she still sees you as her wonderful lover. but actually cares for yout eyesight, thought of something silly where you mistaken her as haerin. she just loves you and cares for you, but since you're getting a lot more attention and popularity, she was just happy for you. but still quite shocked because you weren't that popular when you first met. she loves to borrow your glasses, but she doesn't wear it over her eyes, but over her head. she has a lot of pictures of it on. and she sends them to you whenever she has one.

— "i love your glasses so much. it suits you the best." hanni spoke while sitting on her seat during break time.

"really? no one compliments my glasses, that's a first." you adjust your glasses so it doesn't fall off. hanni turns to you with a confused face.

"they don't?" she asks. not believing what you just said. how could they not compliment your glasses if you're this popular now?

"would you be mad if i tell you that they've been complimenting my face and not my glasses?" you ask, it's pretty much of what's happening everyday in school.

she shakes her head, "no, not at all. i actually agree with them." she smiles and nudged you playfully.

— DANIELLE

she has one herself! (i just see her with glasses in this high school au 😭). would ask you to have matching glasses colors and stickers. she prefers your plain glasses though, dani jokes about being harry potter when she brought a stick with her so randomly when you both went to see more glasses designs 😭 she finds you cool like the others, even if with your nerdy look, she'll love you no matter what <3 she's not against with you being popular around the school, but like minji, she worries about other people admiring you.

— "hello my little intelligent bird~" danielle hops on your side while you were checking some books in the library.

"bird?" you ask, setting what you're doing aside and turned to look at her.

"just saw a picture of a bird in instagram wearing the same glasses as you! but i prefer your version, it's much cuter." danielle shares with such joy on her face.

"i'm not a bird." you chuckled.

"you are, let me give an example. i tried to stop you from studying, but all you did was say, 'wait, wait, wait!'." danielle explains, she looks at you with an expecting face that you don't get it.

"that doesn't make any sense."

she shakes her head and laughs, "what does a bird say? 'wait, wait, wait!'." (please tell me you get it 😭)

— HAERIN

expect silence from this girl. she's just staring at you 😭 a wave of wows exit her mouth while she watches you work on a project. telling you how much your glasses looks good on you while you're busy and focused. she was honestly shocked when she found out that your source of popularity was from your glasses. she always believed that your pretty face was the cause of their attraction. since she sits far away from your during class, she seriously took this opportunity to stare at you the whole time.

— "haerin, you're staring again." you groan, you've been talking to her for a while now during lunch break.

"sorry, you're just so undeniably pretty." she admits with a sly smile.

"seriously?"

"seriously." she repeats, she raises her hand that you thought was gonna cup your cheek. but instead, she snatched your glasses and wore it.

"haerin." you sighed, she's been stealing your glasses whenever she can so she can use it for silly reasons.

"i love it. but i love you more." she says and pecks your cheek.

— HYEIN

like haerin, she likes to steal your glasses and take pictures with it just like hanni. one time she used it, she faked being dizzy so she can fall in your arms and pretend as a princess 😭 loves your popularity, she's popular herself. being the tall girl crush of the campus and dating the hot nerd. but feels jealous when her friends talk about you so much when it's her responsibility to brag about you. :( and absolutely loves to BRAG about you.

— "i love the glasses." said some girls passing by you.

hyein eyes them as they walk away, rolling her eyes in response.

"they don't know i only get to say that to you." hyein crosses her arms and pouts.

"forget about them, they don't have me but you do." you smile.

"i know. but still." hyein huffs and rolls her eyes at the girl's once again.

"there's nothing to worry about. you're much better than them." you reassure.

"i also and always love the glasses. by the way." she adds cutely.

[ryuichirou]

How do you think the twst boys would react if their partner called someone else's name while they're having sex? I know that this is a very "it depends" question: for example Sebek would probably react pretty differently if Idia said Lilia's name instead of other names (like the tweels or Azul), and the situation would change even more if he was with Malleus instead of Idia... But I'm curious what you think

Sorry for the late reply, Anon! This ask intrigued me for such a long time lol This is so cruel, but also so interesting…😭

You are right, it really does depend on a lot of stuff, but I will try to mention a couple of options when it’s applicable! But also spoiler alert, pretty much all of them would be very displeased (shocking!).

Thank you for asking, and I hope you enjoy the post.

Riddle – off with your head! Jokes aside, I think he would be quite heartbroken and pissed. The only person that I can think of who could fuck up so massively with Riddle is Ace… so he’ll definitely spend an eternity wearing Riddle’s collar, I don’t know what he needs to do to be forgiven lol rip

Ace – he would get mad, stop and start bombarding his lover with questions. What’s even worse is that every other guy that his lover could name (Trey or Floyd for Riddle, Jack for Deuce) is much taller and bigger than him, so Ace’s mind would immediately go to “oh I get it”. He’ll probably lose his boner and start avoiding the other person, but not for long: Ace is vindictive and petty, so once he calms down a little, he’ll start enjoying the other boy being very apologetic and guilty around him. Is he going to bully his lover and punish him when they have sex the next time? Absolutely. He has to restore his ego, too.

Deuce – if it’s Ace who does it, Deuce will be surprised and confused, but then punch him and push him away; they might actually fight a little before Deuce kicks Ace out of their room. It’s not like Deuce wanted to bring extra attention, he was just shocked and upset, but now the entire dorm knows that something happened between the two lol But if this somehow happens with Jack of all people, I feel like Deuce would be too shocked to react properly at first, maybe even start gaslighting himself that he just didn’t hear Jack right.

Trey – if the lover himself didn’t notice that he said something wrong, Trey would seemingly pretend that it didn’t happen and just continue what he was doing. Because stopping mid-sex to address this is way too awkward and he doesn’t want this whole thing, so he’ll just bear with it… which doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t care at all, he actually would care and a lot and probably even get mad (more than he expected to be!), so he’ll get pretty rough all of a sudden, almost sadistic even.

Cater – he would actually stop and address it. He might actually continue if his lover gives him an excuse or explanation, and he might even seemingly play along, but similarly to Trey, he would get rougher. He could also start asking questions about his lover wanting to have sex with that other person, but as if it’s dirty talk.

Leona – he would get mad, he might actually get physical and shove the lover away for doing that, but in actuality being called someone else’s name would kind of tingle him in a weird way. It’s not like he is ever going to address it because frankly, he is too proud for that.

Ruggie – doesn’t really give a shit? He doesn’t expect to be anyone’s one and only, the only thing he’d be worried about is whether he is going to get his credit for fucking someone so nicely or not lol But maybe he just didn’t meet someone he would care enough about to get upset. If he hears any other name from Leona though, he’ll absolutely remember it. Valuable information.

Jack – would get upset and jump to conclusions even if it was an accident, but if it happens mid-sex, there is no way he is going to stop. He’ll get much more rough and possessive though, he’ll start biting and leaving all kinds of marks outside and inside his lover’s body.

Azul – he would get so upset that he might actually not finish, but honestly, it depends. I can picture him shoving the other guy away from him and leaving just as well as I can picture him getting so angry that he just grabs his lover even tighter and starts fucking them even stronger. Oh, and there will be ink. Thankfully, it’s just an octo-boy getting angry and not blot, honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised seeing Azul overblot over this… One would expect him to maybe even start crying, but Azul would smile. Smile in such a terrifying way, as if he completely lost it. Asking about the other name, laughing quietly, finding roundabout way to call his lover a whore that only used him. It would get scary lol but afterwards he would leave… and start thinking about revenge. Ace is vindictive, but Azul? He is the most vindictive person ever, there is no way he won’t start punishing his lover from that point and until he forgives him (so forever). Also, I somehow think that he would be more upset if Idia called him any other name than if Jamil did it; at least he knows not to trust Jamil even though he has a fat crush on him; but with Idia he is genuinely very close, so that would be a betrayal that is almost impossible to recover from.

Jade – while it’s shitty, ironically, this is one of the best things that could happen to Jade because suddenly he has this thing that he could use to torture the other person with. It all depends on a situation, Jade could ignore it and then act like he is hurt for some time and confess after a couple of days that he was actually very hurt by it (not fake at all), or he could start acting hurt right away. Or he could pull the dick out slowly, apologising and saying that he’s going to call the other person if this is who his lover wishes to see instead of him. Especially if someone called him Floyd, THEN it’s extra spicy (and Jade’s emotions are a bit genuine then). Also, if it’s Idia and he somehow manages to call Jade Azul, Jade would have extra fun because now he can play with both of them.

Floyd – he’ll address it immediately, he’ll bulldoze his lover with a “hey, why did you call me that?” very directly. It’s not impossible for him to actually get annoyed and leave, he is still a Leech, so he might do something similar to what Jade is doing. Doesn’t matter who his lover is, he could start asking questions, demanding they tell Floyd everything, refusing to continue fucking (or just stimulating his lover more intensely) until they answer his very invasive questions. Ironically, he would have the most fun with this type of thing with Riddle, when he would pound his guts while Riddle chokes on his own saliva refusing to tell which one of the two men felt better inside of him. And then, after he is all done with Riddle and the adrenalin rush is over, THEN he would get angry and annoyed and want to punch someone.

Kalim – he would assume it’s some kind of mistake at first, maybe he just didn’t hear it right; so he won’t stop and try not to get hung up on it. But he probably won’t be able to forget about it completely and would keep thinking about it, maybe looking at Jamil and that other person whose name he said. There is no way he’d be able to keep his own confusion a secret though, so he’ll just ask Jamil directly and very loudly at some point, and make this whole thing much more awkward that it already is. Poor Jamil probably doesn’t even remember anything…

Jamil – would he really care? I guess he would in a “well anyone would feel shitty if you fuck them and then call them some other name” type of way, at least initially. He doesn’t allow himself any emotional attachment, so it’s not like his first instinct would be to feel bad. And if it’s Kalim who does it, Jamil would think “if he has someone else he’s thinking about, why do I even bother having sex with him?”, playing it off as if he is just doing extra work that someone else could do for him. But the bitter aftertaste would last for quite some time… Also, knowing Kalim, he could very easily call Jamil someone else’s name but that would 100% just be a random name because his brain got too fried due to arousal and he doesn’t know what he’s saying anymore lol Also, just because Jamil “doesn’t care” doesn’t mean that he won’t confront his lover about it. Don’t treat him like shit!

Vil – he would actually be deeply offended by it. I think he would stop everything, demand explanation immediately and maybe even punch his lover if he doesn’t like the explanation that he gets. I feel like this is one of the worst things one could do to Vil lol The level of his anger and heartbreak could be different depending on a scenario (if it’s Jade or Floyd or Trey, then it’s pretty shitty because even if you like someone else, you have to be present for a person you’re shoving your dick into; but still it’s not as bad, just super rude). But if it’s Rook, then unless it’s some kind of Rook-yapping-magic, it’s difficult to imagine Vil actually continuing with the sex after being called someone else’s name. Hey, at least he (or any other guy) didn’t call you Neige, that would be yikes.

Rook – he would get surprised and immediately start thinking: did he see the signs of these two getting close? Are they intimate with each other? Because if they are, chances are, Rook already knows about it: he knows everything about everybody’s love life lol But still, hearing it from his own lover while having sex is huge! If it’s someone who he has fleeting interest in, he would ignore it as it happens, but then hint at it later (“you should really be honest with your feelings for this one person~ wink” type of way). If it’s someone he is very close to though, like Vil, he won’t stop, but will tease him and then suggest inviting the other person to share their bed. Is he still teasing or is he serious? Your guess is as good as mine.

Epel – his first reaction would be confusion, he might quietly repeat what he’s just heard and blink slowly, looking almost too adorable in his puzzlement, but then he would punch his lover and yell at him, demanding for him to let go of him and fuck off. Well, it might not happen with every potential partner, but this scene is surprisingly easy to imagine lol I think Epel is the type who gets angry first and gets upset and starts crying afterwards, when the anger part is over. I don’t know how jealous Epel is, but being called someone else’s name would still suck a lot. If it happens with Floyd though, he might actually continue having ~angry~ sex with him, while being super mad at Floyd but also enjoying it a bit too much. It’s not like he can run away when he is being squeezed so tightly, and his angry screams would get muffled by Floyd’s massive hand.

Idia – he would get more upset that he himself expected to be; Idia always keeps in mind every possible bad scenario that could happen, and he is pretty pessimistic and paranoid in general, so his first thought would be “right, I should have known better”. But since it’s pretty difficult for Idia to open up (let’s ignore that in almost every scenario we put him in the sex part is very sudden lol), he would feel heartbroken, betrayed and pretty disappointed in himself for believing another human being. Similarly to Azul being the most hurt if it’s Idia, Idia would be the most hurt if it’s Azul. Or Lilia, but to be honest I can’t imagine Lilia calling any names in general while having sex lol But anyway, he would probably get pretty salty and avoiding afterwards. Unless it’s Ortho who does it because in that case Idia would try very hard to be happy for him. And if it all ends up being a big misunderstanding, Idia would still be kind of salty and snarky, reminding about the fact that it happened from time to time.

Ortho – option one: he stops for a moment and asks about it right away; option two: he doesn’t stop, but replays the audioclip afterwards and asks if there is anything his lover wants to tell him. It it’s Idia, he is half-excited half-jealous about the possibility of him getting a boyfriend, so it could go either way, but he would probably try o act supportive… while being super jealous and possessive, as always!

Lilia – he might get pouty and go “huuuh?”, but he is more amused than upset lol No matter who his lover is, he won’t allow him to get away from questions. Are you two that close? Did you do it with him? Do you want to? How do you want to do it? And all of it while still fucking the poor boy. It’s like a mix of a mean lover who bullies with dirty talk and a nasty old man who is very interested in younglings’ love life.

Silver – he would get surprised, so his eyes would widen very cutely, but he probably won’t say anything; he is the type to suffer quietly. Well, I’m not even sure if he would allow himself to suffer: if it’s Lilia, then it’s nothing new. If it’s Sebek, he might actually get more upset, but probably tell himself that they aren’t actually dating, so maybe Sebek is just using him for training… in which case, this isn’t anything new either.

Sebek – if it’s Malleus who does that, Sebek would swallow his pride and bear with it like a good boy that knows his place. Of course Malleus would think of Lilia when he is with him, and Sebek could only wish to be one day good enough to replace this image in Malleus’ head, even though this feeling sucks: Sebek is very jealous when he probably isn’t allowed to be… so he’ll cope by fucking Malleus harder and trying his absolute best to pleasure him in a way that even Lilia couldn’t! So much space for improvement and motivation! And if it’s Silver or Idia, he would get pissed and more aggressive, but won’t stop fucking lol He is very likely to yell at Silver, like Are you asleep?! or something (won’t yell as much if Silver calls him Father though lol), and Idia… oh poor Idia won’t hear the end of it, he’ll get called all kinds of nasty words for being so promiscuous.

Malleus – oh no one is surviving this. He wouldn’t like it at all. No matter who his lover is, no matter what Malleus is being called, if it’s anything other than his name, this world is going to end. I feel like there is some level of getting over it with the rest of the guys, but Malleus? Oh no no no.

[platonically-loving-alastor]

Aroace Alastor

Hoo boy here we go- This one might make some people mad at me, so I'll preface by saying I do not want to start a fight and as long as you respect my business, I'll respect yours. But let's get this over with-

First off, I genuinely don't understand how some people can see the Ace-In-The-Hole quote and still believe that Alastor is only intended to be asexual and not also aromantic. Yes, the term Rosie used for purpose of the pun was 'ace', but can we look at the context of that moment before jumping to conclusions?

Rosie, motioning to Charlie: "Oh, who's this you brought with you? Come now, Alastor, she's much too young for you! Oh, I'm just kidding. I know you're an ace in the hole!"

Her original statement implies nothing sexual, only that he's involved in a relationship with Charlie, and she follows it up with why she knows that couldn't be because he's an 'ace in the hole'. I don't think you have to read too far between the lines to see that.

I would also like to say that when Vivienne has spoken about his orientation before, I recall her saying that she didn't want to confirm him being aromantic so that she wouldn't 'ruin anyone's fun', which I just feel like is an odd thing to say if she wasn't already explicitly picturing him as aroace. If she thought he had romantic attraction, why wouldn't she just say that? What fun would that ruin? I also feel like keeping things like this ambiguous just to appease the shippers is a little weird, but I digress-

And to those of you who I know are saying "But aromantic people can be in relationships too!!" *deep inhale* yeah I know. I'm not gonna pretend you're not right about that, but there are also aroace people who have exactly 0 interest in romance or sex at all. This is the part of the post that really is based on how I interpret certain moments, but to me he is absolutely one of those people. I don't really know where people get any vibes of him being interested in that stuff. I have never once looked at him and thought "Yeah I could see him in a romantic relationship with *insert character here*". Even aside from attraction in general, since that's what we'd be talking about at this point anyway, he just seems like the kind of guy who'd rather work and live independently instead of relying on anyone, whether practically or emotionally (which is also probably part of the reason he never joined the Vees, but that's another topic entirely). Hell, I'm pretty sure he's in heavy denial about even developing any kind of care or friendship with the people at the hotel (ie. the episode 8 scene with him and Niffty).

The only ships I see him involved in with people he doesn't hate (so ignoring RadioApple, RadioHusk, and StaticRadio. But to be real, maybe the fact all his main ships are enemies to lovers coded says something about the whole situation, but that's just me-) are Charlastor - which I will not even try to discuss here, people aren't gonna like this post as it is - and RadioRose. Rosie and him would at least be fair, if it weren't for one thing (which is also personal opinion on my end), and I don't know exactly how to word it. I'm tempted to say she has wingwoman vibes? But she knows he's aro, so that's not the right word, but there's vibes of like, she probably did act as a wingwoman before she realized that about him or something.. There's also something about her joking around like "Oh this is the girl? You have a girlfriend and I'm only now meeting her?" is almost giving motherly behavior. Idk man they're just besties to me, I could see them in a QPR though (not that they'd probably label it that way, considering the word queerplatonic is likely just complete gibberish to Alastor lmao).

So to summarize: It feels incredibly likely, if not practically canon, that Alastor was written with aromanticism in mind, even if Vivienne refuses to explicitly state it. Subtext and not-that-subtle implications can say just as much about a character as word of God, especially when that God has explicitly told us why she won't confirm or deny this information. Do I think any of this will stop people from shipping him romantically with literally any other character? No ofc it won't, and that's okay, that's just what fandoms do. I do think there's something to say for the fact the one aroace (or even at the very least asexual) character gets constantly shipped with everyone else in the cast, but this post is long enough I think. The only point of posting this is that I wanted to get information out there in one post to say "Hey, let's look a little bit past the surface for a second before saying there's no proof of him being aromantic"

Anyway, thanks for reading, I hope you at least took something away from this

[mrslankyman]

After All

Sir Pentious x (fem) Reader

Word Count: 1K

I’ll make a better one later

I love him

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Sir Pentious. The one sinner who you actually enjoyed being around. The one who didn’t quite get every joke you said but laughed anyways. He was so kind and yet somehow wound up here in Hell.

The thought of him was imprinted in your mind. He was your best friend. He trusted you to help him with his inventions and babysitting the egg bois. Your feelings were slowly growing for him.

During the worst time. He would not stop talking about Cherri Bomb. Ever since she came by to hang out with Angel Dust he wouldn’t stop ranting to you about her.

You didn’t mind listening and giving advice. Being a good friend through and through.

But a part of you broke the moment her name slipped out of his mouth. Wishing it was your name he was rambling on about. It wasn’t and you had to accept that.

Shoving your pillow over your face as you groaned into it to muffle your frustration. It was too late at night to really scream. Even if it was day time you’d hold it in. You didn’t want him to think you were some psycho jealous bitch.

Jealous yes psycho no.

Sleep finally pulled you in after a few hours of staring at the ceiling in thought.

Eyes closing and the dreams of it being you and not Cherri Bomb taking over.

—

“Sssso do you think this looks good?” Pentious asked as he held up a new suit he bought. It looked the exact same as his other one. You let out a laugh and looked at him. He titled his head and eyes you curiously. “Whatsss wrong with it?” He looked at the suit puzzled. Something must be off about it if you were laughing.

“Nothing nothing it’s just that, you own that suit already. Why did you buy the exact same one?” You questioned walking over to him.

“It’sss not the sssame.” He huffed and pointed at one of the yellow stripes. “The ssstripesss are different ssshades of yellow ssseee.” He smiled holding the new suit next to the one he had on. The stripes were a few shades darker on the newer one. “I suppose you’re right but still.” A smile displayed on your face and quickly he smiled back. Realizing you weren’t being rude just teasing.

“I think Cherri Bomb will like it.” He closed his eyes, holding his head high. You rolled your eyes at the mention of her. Of course this wasn’t just a new outfit, it was a way to impress the girl of his dreams.

“Yeah I'm sure she will love it.” Despite the gut wrenching feeling in your stomach you gave a smile and words of encouragement. Resulting in him thanking you and stating you were his best friend.

Best friend.

Of course.

That's all you’d ever be.

He hugged you, his arms wrapping around you. For a moment you closed your eyes and let the moment sit. Knowing one day it wouldn't be you he would hug. It would be her.

He wouldn't need you once he got with Cherri Bomb. You’d be casted aside for the better girl.

Though a part of you knew Pentious would never do that. He cherished you and you two had been friends for a good while. He never left you even when you made him mad. He didn’t throw you out of the blimp when you had broken one of the levers.

He would get mad or sad and then calm down. Apologizing and saying you were his best friend. His only friend in all of Hell. Besides his egg bois you supposed.

And now besides Cherri Bomb.

She didn’t even speak to him when he tried so hard to get her attention.

She would brush him off and go to Angel Dust.

You’d just watch from across the room as his happiness faded and he would slink off to the bar. Thank Lucifer Husk could keep a secret. He knew about your feelings for Pentious. He would never tell him what you said when you got drunk just as he would never tell you what Pentious said when he was drunk.

He let go of you after a few moments pulling you out of your fantasy world.

—

Today was the day you dreaded. Cherri Bomb was coming over to see Angel Dust. Though to Pentious it was the day he could try and flirt with her. He had his new suit on and was ready to impress. Though he was obviously nervous.

You gave him some words of encouragement.

“I’m sure she will love the new suit.” You patted his back. He turned his head to you and smiled. “Really.” He asked his flaps sticking up happily. You giggled slightly and nodded your head.

“Yes. Trust me. Any girl would like it.” You pushed him forward slightly. “Go get her!” You cheered as he slithered off. His confidence had skyrocketed thanks to you.

You stood there watching him go, the smile on your face fading slightly.

Angel Dust stood in the corner eyeing you down. Noticing how your shoulders hunched and you sighed.

—

“Misss Bomb.” Pentious smiled in front of Cherri Bomb. She turned to him with a curious look. “Yeah? Aren’t you supposed to be with your girlfriend?” She tilted her head laughing at how he held up a flower. “Girl friend?” Pentious asked, confused as he held the pathetic flower up.

“Yeah Angie told me all about how you and {Y/N} are always together. I just assumed.” She shrugged, not noticing the look on his face.

He stared at Miss Bomb. Did Angel Dust really think he was with you? In fact did the whole hotel think that? What if Husk told his secret.. He knew he shouldn’t have blabbed off when he was drunk.

What if you knew? What if thats why you had been acting so weird around him. So off putted and disinterested about certain things.

What if she knew this crush on Cherri was a distraction.. He started to sweat. Freaking out as Cherri Bomb stared at him. Angel Dust walked over.

“Is he.. Okay?” He asked Cherri Bomb as Sir Pentious looked at him.

“Don’t think so.” Cherri Bomb looked at Angel Dust concerned.

“Don’t tell me you know my sssssecret!” Pentious stared at Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb.

“What secret?” Cherri asked.

“The one where you like Cherri?” Angel laughed and Sir Pentious grabbed his flaps and covered his red face.

“Not that, the one where I like {Y/N}!” Pentious shouted out.

“Oh yeah half the hotel knows.” Angel teased.

—

“Are you even sssure this is a good idea? Ssshesss my besst friend..what if sshe doesn’t like me.” Pentious gulped as Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb instructed him on what to say to you. “It’ll be fine. Stop being a pussy.” Angel Dust shoved him to your room door. He and Cherri Bomb slid behind the corner.

Pentious took a breath and knocked on your door. A few moments later you came and opened it. Looking at him curiously. “Oh.. Hey Pentious.. How did it go?” You asked opening the door further to allow him to come inside. He smiled nervously and slid into your room. “It went.. Ugh well..” He took his hat off and fiddled with it nervously. You closed the door and turned to him.

“Umm well.. {Y/N} there's something I wanna tell you…” Pentious looked up at you, his face red. Surely everything went fine. Pentious was the sweetest sinner you knew. No way Cherri rejected him.

“Yeah what is it.. Did she.. Not like the suit?” You stepped closer to him. He shook his head. “No no it’s not that.. It’s not about her.” He looked to the side as you waited for him to explain.

“It’ss jussst that.. I umm. Well.. I don’t know how to say this but…” He dropped his hat and wrapped his arms around you. Dipping you down as he held onto you.

“Pentious..?” Your eyes widened as you looked up at him. Unsure if this was a dream or not.

“Are you okay..?” You questioned again after he didn’t reply. “I’m more than okay.” His face turned red and he leaned down. Kissing you softly.

Your heart thudded in your chest and your face turned red. Closing your eyes and kissing back quickly. Once he felt your lips move against his, his flaps shot up instantly. He pulled you back up and they fell back down once you both pulled away.

“Pentious what about… Cherri..?”

He shook his head. “I love you. I ssshould of never tried to hide that fact.” his eyes watered up and he hugged you.

“Oh Pentious.. I love you too.” You hugged back. He smiled wide and pulled you even closer.

Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb peeked over the corner as you and Pentious came out of the room. Smiles and blushed on both your faces.

“Glad he found his happy ending.” Cherri smiled.

“Me too, maybe he’ll shut up now.” Angel snickered and they both walked off.

[icycoldninja]

Hi I loved your Terroble ideal one shot and I would like request a sequel where the reader finally stand out for herself and tell what she really think to her parents or run away from her house. Could you do this please ?

Yes, here you go, hope you enjoy!

I'm free (Dante x Reader angst)

Staring out the dusty, moldy window with tears running down your cheeks, you watched the sun set behind clouds of bright pink, orange, and lavender; the only beautiful thing visible from this God-forsaken house.

Just two days ago, you'd been ripped away from your boyfriend by your horrible, controlling parents, only to be locked in your old room with no food, no phone, and no choice but to remain there and endure their abuse till the end of time. You never thought you'd be trapped here like this again, but you were, and there wasn't anything you could do about it.

It was during times like these when your self esteem was at its lowest. Why were you so weak? Why were you such a doormat when it came to standing up for yourself? Why couldn't you muster the strength to tell your parents no, that you loved your boyfriend and that you were a grown adult who had no obligation to obey them anymore? Why couldn't you be more like Dante who did whatever wanted, whenever he wanted, not taking crap from anyone. You could imagine him chuckling at you, walking up and wrapping his arm around your shoulder before cheering you up with a silly joke or a goofy remark.

"The hell you sitting around feeling sorry for yourself for?" You could imagine him asking. "Be badass. Break out! Come back to me."

It was then when you decided you wanted to break free, no matter what your parents did to try and stop you.

You waited until very late at night, when your parents were asleep, to use one of your chairs to bash the window open. Your parents, who were sure you would be too spineless to attempt to escape, had never bothered to reinforce the windows, so the glass was easy to break. Though smashing the window open made quite a bit of noise, you were prepared; you'd placed your dresser in front of your door. Now that the window was open, you heaved your mattress out of it, wincing when it made a particularly loud "thud" upon hitting the ground. Taking in a deep breath and channeling your inner badass, you leaped out of the window and crashed down relatively harmlessly onto the mattress. As you expected, your parents had woken up because of all the commotion and were now angrily banging on your bedroom door, attempting to break in. Of course, you were well ahead of him, and were able to scramble to your feet and make a mad dash down to the driveway. You could hear your parents shouting at you through the window, screaming all kinds of awful things,

"You ungrateful wench! You'll never be welcome here again! Go ahead, run away like the useless tramp you are, and die alone in a ditch! You're not our daughter anymore and you never will be!"

Who cared what they said? Right now, you had the thing you'd b wishing for since the day you realized you lived in an abusive household. You were finally free.

Grinning like a lunatic, you sprinted down the road, brushing past signs and speeding across crosswalks until a familiar building popped into sight. The fading neon sign stood out against the darkness of the night sky, filling you with a sense of hope and excitement. Giggling madly, you burst through the doors, feeling more excited than ever to see the familiar white-haired devil hunter sitting at the desk in there.

"Dante!" You shouted, running up to him with a big smile.

"Y/N?" Dante couldn't believe his eyes; he leaped from his seat, threw aside the magazine in his hands, and threw his arms around you. "You're back! How?"

"I escaped," You said, smiling. "It took a lot...but I did it. I got out. I'm free." Laughing, Dante squeezed you tight, further trapping you in his hold.

"I'm so proud of ya, babe!" He pulled away and pressed a big kiss to your cheek. "Come on, let's get you something warm to drink. Then you can hang out with me all night."

"Doing what?" You asked, as Dante led you towards the kitchen.

"Whatever you want!" He responded, tossing a mug into your hands. "You're free now, remember?"

[tequila-solar-storm]

NS/FW

CW mpreg, breeding kink, age difference, somnophilia

Aaaahhh my apologies, I completely forgot about tagging that one you're right vzhzhs

About kinjaw children.. I wonder, I've been trying to visualize and put on paper ajaw's non pixel form and I'm still not sure about it, I hope there'll be more information on him in the future??? I do hope kinich eyes genes end up dominating the genetic lottery tho cause they're extremely pretty.

The funniest part about Kinich responding "Ajaw" to the breeding kink question is probably that he won't elaborate any further??? Leaving the figuring out the logistics to whoever partner he dropped that bomb on Haha.

Tysm for writing all that about... Trinich?? Haha that's an interesting read and I have a different view on the dinamic now honestly, if he does have a living wife, she does sound like a legend!! And Kinich already planning a second round... my guy is truly insatiable xD

A question for you, since I've been wondering ever since you mentioned hcing kinich not having particular preference except ROUGH ROUGH ROUGH

I've been trying to figure out if there's something he does not like.

do you think he'll be into somno??

I feel like he won't but I'm curious to know your opinion on that!

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Ah, I do love Schrödinger's Age Gap. Let’s assume Huni is 8-10. If Kinich is 22-25 and Trinidad had his daughter young, he’ll be 28-30ish? If that’s the case, the age gap won’t be that big. But at the same time Trinidad could be 40??? 50??? The gap’s suddenly huge then…

Age debate aside, let’s move on to the rest of the ask!

I’m eagerly awaiting Ajaw’s lore too!! He seems pretty important for the Natlan lore in general, and I’m super curious to know what exactly he is! That aside, now I’m just imagining their kid hatching to become some stunningly gorgeous human with Kinich’s (Absolutely lovely!!) eyes and ALL his features. None of Ajaw’s. Ajaw’s going to be so mad 🤣🤣

KINICH ABSOLUTELY WILL NOT ELABORATE!!! He’ll go ‘Ajaw’ and while the poor sap is reeling he’ll pull a ‘okay g’night’ and. Sleep. Leaving his partner completely confused because what??? The tiny pixel lizard has a dick??? Is it pixelated too??? YOU SLEPT WITH THE LIZARD??? Kinich you’re a Cisgender Male™ what do you MEAN YOU GOT PREGNANT WITH HIS EGGS BEFORE?? EGGS WITH A ‘S’???

Trinidad and his partner are like:

Turning polyamorous to spice up your romance: ❌❌❌

Turning polyamorous but only for one guy because you want said bastard OBLITERATED: ✅✅✅

Bold of you to assume Kinich’s going to stop at a second round. He’ll be draining that man until it’s no longer possible for Huni to get a sibling because everything got stolen HAHAHAHA

Kinich’s probably neutral about somnophilia but not for reasons people think. He‘s not bothered about the vulnerability aspect. He’s just too much of a light sleeper to indulge in it!! The second someone’s trying to shove their dick in him he’s waking up. If it wasn’t preplanned/he wasn’t anticipating it, he might accidentally sleep-rip the person’s dick off out of sheer survival instinct before waking up and going ‘whoops oh shit’

It’s mostly the disruption to his sleep that won’t be welcomed. His lifestyle is quite busy, so he values his sleep a lot. Sleep is super important!!! Plus, if he’s going to do it, it’ll be with someone he trusts and not a casual fling. But once again not for the reasons people think.

It’s more so to protect his partner than himself, as strangers have a MUCH higher chance of activating his accidental crotch mutilation mode HAHAHA

Technically, if his partner can do it without waking him up, it’ll be quite efficient for him! Having sex in his sleep means he doesn’t have to waste time doing the deed awake. He can instead use the time to earn more Mora HAHAHA

Jokes aside, I do think he’ll appreciate being awake more since intimacy is something he actively enjoys! If his partner likes it though, he won’t say no. He’s doting like that! But they’ll either have to invest in sleeping aids first, or his partner needs to contend himself with masturbating to his sleeping form. Even then, though, the person runs the risk of getting too close and triggering his survival instinct…

[busterswritehand]

You're Timeless To Me

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Roughly 180 years after the events of ACOSF, Lucien looks up to find that he is surrounded by strangers. Meanwhile, Nesta realizes she has stayed still while the world around her keeps moving. Misery loves company, but these two can hardly make small talk.

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Part 11

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The past few days since Calanmai had been spent in a repetitive cycle of eating, treaty reevaluations, drinking, eating, and more talk of a centuries-old agreement. Lucien, Tamlin, and Nesta had practically been locked away in the Highlord's study for most of that time. While that might have sounded excruciating for most people, it was like a rush of energy for Lucien. Tamlin made it a tricky start to a nearly impossible puzzle.

When the treaty was first forged, Tamlin was a shell of himself - and so was the Spring Court. Lucien hadn't made it easy for him, keeping Elain at arm's length for both their sakes. Though he could still recall the anger and pain of betrayal in Tamlin's sunken face, Lucien did not regret his decision for a second. After all, how could he?

The male that stood before him was stronger and more lively than Lucien ever recalled his friend being. While Tamlin nitpicked and argued with the concessions he had previously made, the anger that he used to lock away was replaced with a sense of comfort in his emotions. Lucien couldn't help but smile. It almost made him miss his old life at the Spring Court.

"What are you smiling at?" Tamlin placed a document full of notes and half scribbles before Lucien. "I'm serious when I say I'm not agreeing to this yet."

"It's just good to see you like this is all," Lucien said. He was surprised at his own frankness, and so was Tamlin. The male blinked, taken aback.

"Don't get all soft on me now," Tamlin laughed. "Has three days in already made you go mad?"

"No, but four might," Lucien joked. He stood from his chair. "Nesta and I will have a final draft for you tomorrow morning, and you will sign it."

The female's head popped up at the mention of her name. Nesta gathered the papers sprawled around her as she stood to meet Lucien.

"We'll see about that." Tamlin leaned back into his chair.

Lucien picked up the document Tamlin had nearly ruined with pen and ink. He nodded to his friend and left the room with Nesta close behind.

The two walked down the hall to the drawing room like they did almost every night to work around Tamlin's demands. It was the only time the two ever really talked since Calanmai. When they weren't working on the treaty, Nesta would completely disappear. It was odd, if not a little hurtful. He thought they had made a breakthrough after the Rite, but the next morning Nesta barely cared to acknowledge him. He tried to give her space at first, but after a while it became maddening.

They sat across from each other. Nesta sat on a chaise couch, with all the drafts they had written beside her. Lucien took the chair across from her. Behind them, a fireplace lit the room. He read through all of Tamlin's notes, relaying the important ones back to Nesta. She made quick work finding ways to match Tamlin's demands and refusals with quid-pro-quos or plausible deniability. In all honesty, Lucien was impressed. Nesta took to these dealings like a general to battle.

"You have good ideas, you know," Lucien said. "Why don't you talk more when we're negotiating with Tamlin?"

"I figured I'd let you take the lead," Nesta responded, not looking up from the papers on her lap. "I'm supposed to be learning from you, right?"

"Where's the fun in that?"

Lucien waited for a quick-witted retort, but Nesta remained silent. It was odd for Nesta to not at least respond with a glare. It wasn't like her. He knew something had to be wrong, whether it was something he did or another thing entirely. Setting the documents aside, Lucien leaned forward in his chair with arms resting on his knees.

"Nesta."

Nesta's eyes darted over to Lucien. He waited for her to speak up, but it seemed that she was waiting as well.

"Did you need something?"

Lucien sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Nesta returned his sour expression with her own.

'What?" She sat up straight in her seat.

"Will you just tell me what's wrong?"

Nesta stared at him, shocked. It somehow surprised at offended him that she would be taken aback. They both knew something was going on, but only one was being kept in the dark.

"By the cauldron," he blurted out, "you've barely been able to look at me much less talk to me since Fire Night."

Nesta's face grew flustered, her cheeks turning rosy. Still, she refused to dignify him with a response.

"Did I do something wrong or are you just choosing to be difficult?"

Lucien stared at Nesta's wide-eyed expression. Frustration started to build up inside him. His hands felt like they might ignite at any moment.

He shot up, "I didn't have to come here or bring you with me. I'm doing this because you asked - no, begged - me too."

He noticed that her fists were balled up, her knuckles white. Lucien could see icy flames dancing in Nesta's eyes, yet she still wouldn't respond. He never thought someone's silence could be so infuriating.

"Do you remember the first winter solstice I spent in Velaris?" Nesta broke her silence.

Lucien felt his body tense. He turned to her. Out of all the things she would choose to say, why that? He knew she could be cruel when pushed, but this? Nesta had managed to disarm him completely with a single question.

Of course, he remembered.

Nesta didn't look at Lucien. instead, she stared at his empty chair.

"I had nearly forgotten," she continued, "until Calanmai."

He wasn't sure what to say. All Lucien could do was stand still. He would feel the fire beside him heating up his legs.

"I felt a lot of guilt about that night for a long time," Nesta picked at the arm of the chaise, "for sleeping with my sister's mate."

After three excruciating days, Nesta finally met Lucien's eyes. He was not sure that he wanted her to. They burned hotter than the fire behind him.

"Except I wasn't Elain's mate," Lucien finished her sentence.

Nesta nodded. She looked around the room. Still, he was frozen in place.

At that moment, it was hard to pretend that wasn't the real reason Lucien decided to help her. That night they were both lost in their own darkness and acting on their worst impulses. Neither tried to mask it behind feigning infatuation. Lucien was angry at himself - at Tamlin, Elain, Feyre, and practically everyone else. He was furious with the mother and the cauldron itself. Nesta was angry too - he could see it in her eyes that night. So, he let her believe whatever she wanted to for their own self-destructive desires.

"That's what has been on my mind," Nesta's frank tone pulled Lucien out of his thoughts.

Despite wanting to respond, Lucien thought over his next words. He hadn't ever really thought about how something like that could have eaten away at her even after everything. It might have still been misdirected anger, but not without cause.

"I would understand if you don't want to continue learning from me," Lucien said quietly.

"Oh please," she snapped. "You're not getting rid of me that easily."

Nesta picked up one of the treaty drafts and began to flip through the papers. Lucien carefully approached his chair and sat back down. He picked up the document.

He was only left more confused than at the beginning of the conversation. If Nesta did not want to lash out, then why did she bring it up? Unless this was her way of making amends. There was only one way to find out.

"Did that night," Lucien let himself find the right words. "Did it ever cause tension between you and Cassian?"

"No," Nesta replied. "I never told him."

"Oh," Lucien said.

He wasn't sure why he was so surprised.

"It was before the mating bond snapped into place."

He also wasn't sure why she was justifying it to him.

Lucien picked up his pen and went back to work. Quiet filled the room for what felt like hours but must have only been minutes. Now he understood why Nesta had been so silent the past few days. It was an uncomfortable truth they had dug up. One that they never quite laid to rest.

Nesta's breath caught his ear as she tried to speak but stopped herself. From the corner of his eye, Lucien noticed her fidgeting with the documents. He waited for her.

"How were you able to lie so well," Nesta eventually asked. "I get the rest of us, but Feyre and Rhysand are daemati."

Lucien set down his pen and looked over at Nesta. Her attention was solely on him.

"I offered them truths to hide the lie," he said.

"And that worked?" Her words were laced with suspicion.

"Against any other daemati it wouldn't have, but they respected me enough not to push further."

"But not enough to trust your word."

Lucien shrugged, "Would you?"

"No," she said. "Not back then at least."

Lucien blinked. It wasn't so much the beginning of her answer that surprised him, but the end of it.

"And now?"

He could not help but to pry. Nesta met his eyes. In them was a sense of clarity.

"I would."

Looking down at his paper, Lucien smiled to himself. They worked for the rest of the night with the roar of the fire being the only sound to fill the room. Every so often, he would glance over to check in on her. And every now and then he caught Nesta doing the same. Any of the coldness that remained was thawed between them. Knowing Nesta it might not last past the sunrise, but he hoped it would.

After a few hours, they finished their final draft. Lucien was exhausted. The fire had burned low, threatening to die out. He closed the documents and looked over at Nesta. She had dosed off in the last moments of Lucien writing any final clauses.

Standing up, he approached the couch. Lucien collected the old drafts surrounding her. He placed them in one arm. With his free hand, he pulled a blanket off the back of the couch and placed it over Nesta.

Watching Nesta's sleeping figure. Somehow, despite her resting state, there was still an icy edge to her. He chuckled to himself. While it might have been concerning for someone else, it was authentically and unapologetically Nesta. His chest grew warm. It was like the first embers of a flame. He shook his head. There was no reason to dwell on it. Lucien took the papers and left for his bedroom.

[slveepyscwrs]

Swoon-Worthy Writing Prompts for the Hopeless Romantics <3

Hey look, it's the person who can't get into a relationship if their life depended on it, and obsesses with the romance of fictional characters to cope with it instead!

Jokes aside, I get it. I'm one of those people too, after all.

However, just like with any writing, sometimes the hardest thing is just starting.

So, to help you guys, here are some prompts that will (hopefully) inspire you to go write that work that will make both you and your readers feel even more painfully single than you already are!

Today's prompts focus more on wholesome, 'tooth-rotting fluff' romance. If you want me to make more prompts that focus on different romantic tropes, feel free to leave a note or drop suggestions in my ask box!

Be sure to tag me if you use any of these prompts! <3

"Don't get mad, but I may or may not have bought the entire stock of your favourite pastry at the bakery."

"As much as I want to devour you in a hug right now, I refuse to touch you in any way until you're comfortable with it."

"I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell me this."

"Don't be embarrassed that you needed to vent to me. You're the bravest person I know."

"I know you're struggling with [name of subject], so I spent all of last night studying up on it just so I can help you."

"People are really giving someone like you this much shit?"

"I may not be that strong, but I'll do my best to support you though this any way I can."

"The highlight of my day is laying eyes upon your face, and the highlight of my night is the hope that you may appear in my dreams."

"Nothing is a 'long story' to me. Go on, tell me every detail."

"Whenever you're ready, we'll start together. From now on, you won't have to go through anything alone."

That's all for today! As always, let me know if I should continue making more prompts by showing love to this post!

Love,

Your Gay Writing Bestie

[timandlucy]

Okay so now that the season is over and the dust has settled… and also to give us all something to do over the hiatus: what are your five favorite chenford scenes/moments from season 6?

I'm so sorry this is ridiculously late, but I know you get it so you won't hold it against me. 🤗 Thank you for including me!

These are in no particular order:

The hospital scene: just so tender and soft, and hits my hurt/comfort itch. I love that he rushed right over, that he didn't even care about anything but her well being. I love that he focused on her entirely, even though he was probably really shaken up.

Unpopular opinion, I actually love the 6x01 little fight. I think it's so realistic that Lucy was struggling and lashing out, I think a lot of people, including me, sometimes lash out at people we love, because we know they're not going anywhere. And then Tim drawing the line, establishing boundary, stepping away from an angry situation, is so important. As someone who grew up in a household where all there was was yelling and shouting, I really appreciated that.

The wedding talk: it was really beautiful to see Tim finally accept the fact that he wasn't okay with her career choices, but acknowledging that the problem was his to deal with and shouldn't impact the way in which he supports her. And her saying they'll get through it, because she loves him, and the tiny bit of banter at the end, and Tim stepping between Lucy and Aaron sort of when he showed up drunk, and Lucy and Tim showing up from somewhere...

The elevator hug: the amount of ego you have to push aside to show up for someone you love even when they really hurt you... I love this scene so much because Lucy didn't even hesitate. She was like, my man is in trouble, I can't fix it, but I can give him a hug. I'm still mad at you, but I physically can't not show up for you. And you know what? This is her going by her love language. A hug is something she asked for when she was distressed, and she keeps giving them to Tim when he is, I find that so beautiful.

The finale elevator scene: it was so reminiscent of old chenford, the chenford I fell in love with. The little joke while waiting, the way they were positioned (I read that was Melissa's idea and it was chef's kiss). There is so much softness between them, despite the hurt, despite everything. And in that softness, and kindness as he called it, I believe there's a chance for something new, something even stronger to bloom and grow between them. I think Tim knows what he needs to do, and hopefully will do it, and I'm so excited to see them find a path to something even better. It was a short scene, some even called it insignificant, but I felt so much hope after that it was probably my fave all season.

[yeonsols-garden]

Chapter 138 (WHERE BACK BABBYY!!!)

My essay-long rants are back let's go!!!

It's been so long since we last got an update and as a comeback, (courtesy of Esol) this chapter has a lot to talk about.

But even though I have sooo much to say (I mean a lot) let's start from the beginning, shall we?

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The meeting with Yeownoo and Junhyuk in the hospital... The emotions that happened during were so intense

The tears!

The groveling!!

DID I MENTION THE GROVELING!!!

Now I'm going to be completely honest I was lowkey (Scratch that highkey) mad at Junhyuk for leaving Yeonwoo but I honestly understand that it was because he just wanted to pursue his passion. And even though I did get some enjoyment (a lot of enjoyment) from him apologizing for leaving Yeownoo that does not mean I'm not devastated that he broke his leg and can no longer pursue what he wants to do. That killed me. I'm not okay.

I was ready to throw my phone across the room when Yeonwoo started crying. That single panel of him just silently crying... I don't think I'm going to be okay for a while (that's a lie I'm living) the Angst in this chapter was so delicious.

I ate good. (Yummy)

Man! Don't even get me started on how Junhyuk is like "I swear I won't ever leave you again" I cannot be the only person who yelled LIAR!!! because that's exactly what he's doing right now! Smh.

Jokes aside the talk on the rooftop

The way Junhyuk shifts from I must hold that piece of trash accountable for what he did to my best friend to I will never let anybody find out what happened to my best friend. I was gagged.

The fact that in the beginning, Junhyuk was thinking what everybody is thinking currently as we read this "Tell someone! Anyone!! what happened to you!!!" shows you just how bad the situation is, and how he originally wasn't like this. Also bringing into light how their codependent really started right there. On the rooftop.

The look on Yeonwoo's face when Junhyuk told him that he knew what happened and that he wanted to tell his parents and file a school violence report...

That is honesty when it clicked for me just how bad everything is. Like previously it clicked but that look on his face tells me that Yeonwoo was never going to tell a single soul about what happened even if there was a guarantee that he would be fine.

Junhyuk only found out about what happened to Yeonwoo by pure chance. That's it. If he just had not walked into that classroom on that specific rainy day and look at the attendance sheet he would not have known a thing. (It's really got ideas going through my head about what would have happened if he just kept walking...)

Now to the main part of this entire chapter. The part that's been setting everybody on fire and making everybody want to sell their firstborn child for the chance to never have read this chapter in the first place.

The jumping threat.

Yeownoo's breakdown?! OMG!

I genuinely had to pause for an extended period of time. Because, the way I gasped when he pulled out that knife. I was screaming at my screen knowing damn well he can't hear me 'PUT THAT DOWN!!!'

(the fact that I read it like 30 minutes after it came out and it was like crack of dawn was not helpful)

Yeonwoo pulling out that knife and telling Junhyuk not to tell a single soul and that panel with his expression (you know the one I'm talking about) had me weak!

The utter desperation on his face and absolute fear of what happened to him being found out that really brings into consideration just how badly it affected him. Like I knew that what happened to him screwed up his mental state, but seeing just how desperate he was...

I'm going to have nightmares. I'm going to have nightmares just from that one panel alone. Plus all this happening behind a beautiful sunset is diabolical. Like a beautiful backdrop but a depressing scenario?! (I gotta take notes)

Esol really knows how to pull those angst punches, doesn't she?

What makes this worse is that throughout all of this, Junhyuk just wants to help his friend but ultimately ends up becoming complicit is so sad. Everything really accumulated here. Their codependency started here. On the rooftop of the hospital.

All junhyuk wants is to have Yeonwoo be safe. For him to be happy again but at the end of the day, he just couldn't do it.

And the way this ties back to Haesol and how he thinks only she can do that is just so smart yet so diabolical!!

One of my favorite parts is when Junhyuk is reaching out towards Yeonwoo!!!

That very panel was foreshadowed I don't know how many chapters before?!! I recognized it immediately and I was ecstatic but also shocked because I was speechless...

Originally I thought that panel was because when Yeonwoo found out what happened to Junhyuk's leg he fainted and Junhyuk caught him before he fell but the fact that this panel is because Junhyuk was trying to save Yeonwoo from killing himself? Oh my God, I don't know how but Esol is able to just take the angst and ramp it up in ways that I just cannot fathom.

GOD!

She is diabolical!!!

Then right after that, we get the look of increasing terror and petrification on Junhyuk's face when he realizes, this is serious. When he realizes that Yeonwoo is not okay to an EXTREME extent and if he does tell a single person what happened, Yeownoo is going to kill himself.

The flashback to the beginning of middle school when Yeonwoo was just smiling and happy. The flashback of his brother being irreparably damaged in a way that he cannot even begin to understand. The tears that come down his face when he pleads and begs and sobbs to Yeonwoo that-

"I'll do what you say! I won't say anything... just please, don't die."

OH, GOD!!!

Junhyuk pleading to Yeonwoo to not die is just so gut-wrenching it hurts so goooodd!!!

That is the most angsty we have gotten and I am here for more because I already know once this Arc is over it's going to get worse. (⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠)

Here's the important part. The panel at the end where Yeonwoo is like I'm so sorry. The dead look in his eyes while the tears flow down his face... its so good and I automatically knew that this was a manipulation tactic.

Now don't take the word I use manipulation to be a bad thing because it's not.

Yeonwoo is simply doing what he thinks he needs to do for Junhyuk to not tell a single soul that he was assaulted. Especially his parents.

That is important his parents are a big reason why he's not telling anybody. After all the hardship his parents had to conceive him, them finding out that he was assaulted in middle school is going to break them. I sympathize with him. In all honesty, would you really want your parents to find out what happened to you especially after the circumstances of your birth were already so traumatizing for them?

Yeonwoo is just a teen doing what he thinks he must to keep from anyone knowing what happened. He said himself that he's too scared to kill himself so there's no way he would go through with it. This hit hard on my second reread when Yeonwoo mumbled "Is this a joke to you," kind of like he was thinking about what he'd have to do for Junhyuk to not tell his parents.

Jumping off the rooftop was his conclusion, and it worked.

Yeah.

The nuance in the layers is just so good.

Don't even get me started on how when this Arc of their friendship is over I already know that Haesol is next because of the little bits of foreshadowing we got that she was not happy with the current situation.

YEONSOL ANGST BABBYYY!!!

I'M GOING TO EAT THAT UP!!!!

Think about it. If you're boyfriend is going on and on for a week plus about how his best friend is not talking to him anymore and acting the way Yeonwoo is when you know that their relationship is not healthy. That the codependence that they exhibit towards each other is not okay. And instead of saying something about that you bottle it up.

Oohhh!!! I already know the angst between these two is going to go crazy.

Overall this chapter was great and the fact that this is the way that Esol decides to welcome us back is giving me the beginning of season 3 flashbacks because dear God that was not a time to be a Yeonwoo's Innocence fan. Ooohh. Pain and suffering.

There is so much more to talk about and I have so many more things to say but overall I loved this chapter and the way it foreshadows future things and also brings to light the previous foreshadowings that happened before it was absolutely amazing and I loved it and I'm going to go back and reread the manhwa for the umpteenth time so that I can catch every bit of foreshadowing that happened before and post that on my Twitter thread because that is insanity.

I love this chapter so much and to keep this from being any longer I'm going to stop it here.

Tell me what your guys's thoughts are in the comments because we need to talk about this!!!

This chapter was a bombshell and it was so good!

Absolutely devastating, but so good!!!

-Kimira