#and if they don't love him unconditionally then why would anyone else

[mental69er]

Yandere Victoria with kidnapped reader

content: yandere victoria neuman, fem reader, kidnapping, head popping, possessive and obsessive behavior, multi part series, might not be sfw, part one of ??

"Hey, how are you holding up?" Victoria asked as she sat down next to you on the couch, glass of bourbon in her hand. The apartment was sparse, consisting of plain white walls, a bathroom, bedroom and joint living room and kitchen, all barely decorated but containing the necessities. It would be your future for however long it was deemed.

A sour truth, and one you needed help swallowing down.

"Honestly," you said, gratefully taking the cup from her and holding it between slightly trembling hands. "Not the best."

It had only been a short 24 hours ago that you had witnessed the head of one of your coworkers being exploded right in front of you. You could still remember the blood and viscera splattering all over you as your mouth gaped open in silent shock.

You swore you could still feel the stick of it, the impact of the thud of the chunks flying onto you. You felt sick to your stomach recalling it, recalling his last cry.

You gulped down the beverage in one sip, wincing at it's burn. It helped with the memories, a bit.

"Hey, easy on that," she chided you softly, dark eyes searching your face as she took the glass back. "I don't want you overdoing it."

"It...why did it have to be him. He was my friend," you murmured, squeezing your eyes shut and missing out on seeing the dark look that passed through her eyes.

"Maybe the supe thought that he was more than that to you. Maybe he thought your friend was more than a simple friend and he wanted to hurt you that way."

"He was my friend and nothing else. He shouldn't have had that happen to him just because. If I had known, I never would have been friends with him." You plopped your hands into your face, rubbing your brows.

Victoria's hand was warm on your back.

"It's going to be alright. None of this is your fault."

"It is. Some wacko has been stalking me for months and now someone is dead because of me." A sob sat thick in your throat, but your eyes were dry. You had cried everything out.

"I'd rather you be safe. Who knows if you were their next target."

"But what did I do to deserve this?" you mumbled, feeling confused and lost. Victoria sat closer to you, pressing her side into yours.

"I won't stop until I find them," she swore, fire in her voice. "Until then, you can stay in my personal safe house. No one but me knows you're here."

You pulled your head out of your hands to smile at her, something warm and tender and tentative. "Thank you. You don't have to do this for me Vic. Seriously. I'm just an underling for you at work."

"Nonsense," she dismissed. "Our whole job is regulating supes and what kind of a boss would I be if I let another one of my employees get hurt?"

"Right." You nodded your head, linking your arms around her to hug her. "Thank you though."

She sunk into the hug, face melting into one of intense need as she felt your body against hers. Warm, soft, and scented of lilacs. How she dreamed of how you'd feel in her arms at night. Her hand crept up your back, feeling the knobs of your spine through your thin shirt.

You were delicate, you needed protection. How could she not want to keep you safe? Locked up and away from anyone else? Especially that 'friend' of yours. He had wanted more from you and for that reason he had been the perfect catalyst to ensuring you thought your life was in danger.

With you locked up under her lock and key, she had all the time in the world to worm her way into your heart. To make you love her unconditionally.

She bit her lower lip in anticipation of how it would taste to finally kiss you. She'd no longer have to sneak away half finished cups from your desk in an attempt to taste your lingering chapstick on it. She would no longer have to track down your every movement out of the office to make sure you weren't kissing anyone else. Not when you were all hers.

"No need to thank me," she murmured, inhaling your scent as subtly as she could, trying to memorize it for the road back when she could roll up the privacy divider in her car and fuck herself in the back seat thinking about you. "I just want to take care of you."

"I don't know how to repay you for this," you told her, leaning back. "Maybe once this is all over, I can."

It would never be over because by the time she finished you would never dream of leaving her.

She smiled at you, a practiced fake smile before she delivered bad news. "We'll think about it then. For now, let me know if you need me to bring you anything that will help comfort you. Favorite foods, drinks." She already knew everything you favored, but she couldn't quite say that.

"Maybe something to read? Or play? To keep my mind off of things." You shrugged. "Seriously though. I know you're busy. You don't have to bother with checking in on me."

She cupped your chin, placing a finger on it, teasingly grazing your bottom lip. "I'm taking this personally. Don't worry your pretty little head over me. Worry about yourself."

She smiled again, resisting the urge to kiss your pretty pink lips that were right there. How had she ever lasted this long not kissing them? It seemed like insanity that they weren't pressed against her mouth or wrapped around her clit.

There would be time later. She'd make sure of it.

"I'll bring some board games and we can play something," she assured, dragging her eyes from your mouth. "Sound good?"

"Yes."

Her mind filtered through the dirtiest board games she could find. Strip poker came to mind. But perhaps too on the nose, too out of character for the charade Victoria was maintaining.

"Until then," she promised, excited to have her own princess in the castle. She needed to retreat to think about how best she could play with you now.

To be continued...

[sophsun1]

Queer As Folk – 1.05: Approaching the Line

[battymommastuff]

The Greatest Show

Batmom x Batman, Batmom x Batfamily

Prompt: While digging through the attic, Dick Grayson and Jason Todd uncover a secret about their adoptive mother. A secret that reveals the true, and dark story of the most loved couple in Gotham City

Part 1 Masterlist

(P/N): Performer Name

!!DISCLAIMER!! - This likely won't be comic accurate (Obviously), but I did draw inspiration from the comics. If you are looking for something accurate, then this fanfic isn't for you.

The rumbling from the red and white tent could be felt from outside. The cheers of the crowd as Haly's circus put on what they felt would be their best show yet. Everything from the elephants standing on their back legs to the clowns hitting each other with bowling pins. You were peeking from the little opening that led backstage. Many of your fellow performers were either stretching in preparation for their performance, or were relaxing after theirs. You were currently waiting alongside your two closest friends, John and Mary Grayson. The acrobatic duo who recently combined their act with yours. The stakes were higher, but it left the crowd in complete awe. You were one of the fire eaters. You were a younger member of the circus, but had quickly become a fan favorite. 

You were beautiful, and highly skilled at your art. Swallowing fire like water, and twirling torches around without burning you or anyone else. The skill you possessed was outstanding, and Haly never let you forget that. He took you in when you needed help the most, and he made you a star. You would forever be in debt to him. 

"Are you ready, (Y/N)?" Mary asked, resting a hand on your shoulder. You jumped then turned towards her. She and John had just finished their stretches and decided to check on you. From the moment you arrived, they took you under their wing. Teaching you the do's and don'ts of the circus as well as giving you a place to sleep so you didn't have to bunk with the others in their crowded space. Though you quickly earned a little tent of your own after your spike in popularity. 

"Yes, I'm alright..." You said, with a small smile, "But what about you? Should you be performing in your condition?" You asked while looking down at Mary's stomach. She was currently one month pregnant, and the entire circus doted over her. Everyone was so excited to have a new member of their family. Whoever this kid was going to be, you just knew you would love them unconditionally. Mary reassured you for the millionth time that she would be alright before she and John were ushered up a small ladder that led to the top of the tent. You, on the other hand, were standing by the curtain, waiting for Haly to announce you. 

"And now...our next performance needs no introduction...you know them...you love them! The Flying Graysons! Featuring our star Fire eater (P/N)!" 

As soon as you heard your name, you ran out. Instantly lighting your torch and twirling it around while taking a sip of alcohol. You spat the liquid at the flame causing it to poof into the air as soon as Mary did a flip in the air and caught John's arms. 

Nothing could ever satisfy that rush in your heart. The thrill of the crowd's reaction to your tricks. The high it gave you was better than any drug. Here you were, twirling two flaming torches in your hand as you watched above you. John and Mary Grayson were flying through the air. No one knew who to watch first. The couple who seemed to defy gravity, or the woman who could eat fire. Even with them in the air and you on the ground, everyone could see the chemistry you had. It's why your combined act never failed. With a big smile, you leaned back while lowering one of the torches towards your mouth. The crowd watched in awe as the fire went into your mouth. You popped your head back up with the extinguished torch in your hand. Tossing it to one of the helpers, you lifted your now free arm in the air while twirling the other torch in your hand. 

John, swooping down picked you up and you were now in the air. An act practiced hundred of times. His legs holding onto the trapeze as you both circled around the tent, the torch never falling from your hand. 

Your act was truly amazing, and it seemed to catch the eye of a certain crowd member. Bruce Wayne. Growing up, he loved to visit the circus with his parents. After their death, he avoided anything to do with it. Now he was back, but under different circumstances. For a while he'd been investigating the circus. He recently found old notes left by his father. The Court of Owls. A secret society of the Gotham elite. Their goal is to rid the city of crime, by any means. He wasn't surprised to know that his father had come in contact with them, but was surprised to see the theory that Haly's circus was a front. The members were training to be potential Talon members. The Court's lethal assassins. The circus always seemed to favor Gotham. Their stop here would last weeks while other stops would last days. Most of their members were young, and always seemed to vanish from the show after a while. He was here to find out the truth, and put a stop to it. At least he hoped he could. It was difficult to fight a conspiracy that his father barely had proof on. 

Despite his goal, he couldn't bring himself to move from his spot. You were gorgeous. He had a genuine smile on his face while watching your act. He's seen fire eaters before, but something about felt different. You didn't seem corrupt or up to no good. You looked as if you truly loved what you were doing. Maybe he could recruit you? Having inside knowledge would be beneficial. 

Your act went on, and you left the circle with loud cheers. Your heart was racing so fast, it felt like you were going to have a heart attack. John and Mary arrived shortly after with large smiles of their own, "You did amazing!" You squealed while hugging them both. You were new to the acrobatic world, but had the best teachers in the world. 

After the show ended and everyone turned in for the night, you were sitting outside of your tent. Your throat is slightly irritated from the alcohol, but nothing too bad. Luckily tomorrow was an off day for the circus. You could rest a little before practice. It was a peaceful night, and you were happy to relax in it. At least until a deep and intimidating voice nearly scared the skin off of you. 

"(Y/N) (L/N)? We need to talk."

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[fluideli123]

I've watched the DP&W movie twice in theaters and three plus times on a pirated site, and I wanted to grant my analysis on Wade and Logan's relationship that not only respects Vanessa--because Vanessa was literally Wade's Soulmate until shit hit the fan and you can pry that fact from my cold dead hands. But also explains how Logan and Wade actually represent a a-spec experience and relationship that I feel like no one has really gotten into. Am I saying they're a-spec? No. But that doesn't mean queer relationships that are fairly normal in a-spec spaces doesn't mean they don't exist outside of them as well.

First of all, the only two reasons I believe Vanessa and Wade broke up was 1) Wade went back in time to save Vanessa and he told her after his usual routine of jokes and lies and 2) Wade finally believed he could be something more, a hero, only to be turned down by the people who are known for their heroism, leaving him lost.

I genuinely believe Vanessa had a hard time taking in that knowledge, but knowing Wade and everything they've been through she would get through that like the badass she is and work through it using her plans A-Z, as she always does. But I think to really stop that woman from continuing to start a family with Wade like she wanted to in Deadpool 2, is if Wade was no longer within the right mindset to do so.

Deadpool 1 introduced Wade as someone who believed he was a bad guy who got paid to fuck up worse guys, he refused the term hero, and the moment he even tried to reach for something selfless. An act that would hopefully spare Vanessa from the pain of cancer, it all got fucked up and he got turned into a monster. Someone he deemed even lesser than he was before. So far gone and completely removed from what he was loved for (his looks and personality, but how could his personality stand alone when he looked so ugly? As ugly as he always felt on the inside?)

So he turned to what he's always known: Tracking people down and making them pay. In his mind this only confirms that he's a monster, he isn't deserving of Vanessa, of anyone. Which is why he finds comfort in Blind Al, a woman who will only have to deal with his personality and not be able to see how ugly he actually is. Symbolism for showing only half of himself and not him in his entirety (not that he can hide it from her, she's too wise, knowledgeable, caring, and knows Wade better than he knows himself at this point.)

Eventually, he finishes his hunt and is still loved despite what had transpired. Vanessa still chose him, still loved him. So maybe despite how ugly he is, he can still be loved. This grounded him, solidified his self worth, have him such stability that he had a thriving relationship with Vanessa that they were SO ready to start a family, aspired to live that dream. Another act of selfishness. Only to, once again, be met by pain. Get his dream taken away, once again resorting to what he knows: revenge.

Wade wants to be a hero? He gets forcefully mutated. Wade wants a family? Vanessa gets killed. Both are immediately solved by death, but that self-loathing and sickening hatred towards himself do nothing to cure that same confirmation he had once thought he got over: That he wasn't a monster, he could be loved, be something else.

So of course Vanessa is who, even in death, looks him in the eyes and tells him he cares, he has always cared. He cares so deeply about the people in his life he meets who unconditionally love him for him as time passes, despite all his flaws.

Wade wants to be a hero? Colossus believes he can be. Wade wants to save the 13-year-old abused kid? Vanessa knows he can. He saves lives by sacrificing himself. He scarified his comfort to show Vanessa the full truth of his ugliness, he sacrificed his life for Russel to give him a better life. Maybe he isn't a complete monster, maybe he can believe again. He can be selfish, he can be reckless. So he goes back and saves more people. Heroes do that. They save the people they love. You don't hold the whole world on your shoulders, no, like Miles learned in ATSV you think of one person of the few people you want to fight against the world to protect. And he did just that.

With Vanessa back and a big family he can finally chase after what he wasn't meant for. Because it's only happened twice, it wouldn't happen again-

Rejection. He can't be a hero because people don't need him. He is the needy one, the one who wants to be needed, needs to be wanted. So, it's the crash. The final straw. He breaks. He breaks so hard because what the fuck is the point to trying if every time he is met with failure? Rejection? Pain? Loss? He becomes so stuck in figuring this all out he neglects his relationship with Vanessa, causing issues. They go separate ways, but still so close, because you don't just lose your best friend like that, even if you're no longer partners. They're always meant to be together one way or another.

So you have this broken man who is searching for purpose, years later still harboring this tiny flicker of hope that he can be greater. He can be great. He can be a hero.

His world is in trouble, he doesn't think twice saving it. He accepts he isn't perfect for this, not like all the big guys back in Avengers headquarters, but he can't let his loved ones die because of someone he's had a vendetta against the last two movies.

He literally fights and fights and fights to find someone to help him, Wade can't save who he loves he has to find someone else you can, anyone else.

Than a broken, desperate man walks into a bar to see another broken man who has since long given up.

The thing about Logan and Wade is that they don't need words. Wade blew himself up in order to die in the second movie, Logan drinks himself away, both knowing they can't die no matter how much they want to. How much they believe they deserve it.

So Wade sees a Wolverine who has potential, who hasn't hurt him (unlike the others, he gets hurt so much, guys) and places his faith in him without hesitation. From that moment on he has never truly doubted Logan's abilities nor his heroism, because he knew his Logan and if his world was anchored by a Logan than all Logan's are built with something he isn't. They're made to be heroes, made to be important. Yeah, they fight, but I strongly believe that's how two broken men say everything words can't possibly describe.

I mean what words could describe the way they go all out on each other, knowing the other can't die, the way Wade looks up at him, not wanting to regrow his entire body because he needs to save his world and understands Logan and has to decide to say something that'll convince him to help. Wade doesn't know if stopping the machine will completely save his world or if a new Logan will patch it up too, it's his own educated wish he passes onto Logan. Because just like Russel, he cares. He understands. He wants to help.

It's that faith, hope, and resistance and face of humor despite it all that causes Logan to stick by that dumb asses side. He lost everything, he is seeing someone like himself before he stumbled home drunk from the bar to find everyone dead. Someone who is capable of doing something he wasn't able to. He wants to help, more and more for Wade and less himself, a silent journey of healing following Wades steps everywhere they stumble into.

Because Logan was just drunk at a bar before being told he was needed to save a world, told he was the worst before being offered help anyone, getting praised over his capabilities, and than told again and again how he is able to be someone he never thought he could be. Much like Wade was and is.

Logan sees it. Wade most likely ignores it, much like anything else. He isn't very open with anyone other than Vanessa as we've learned.

So just- of course Wolverine is the honest one, of course he hits low, he sees himself and Wade and wants to hurt him. Wade wants to hurt him back, but only when he's directly attacked by his words and threats, a way of not taking shit. Logan took shit from the world and than didn't from Wade and his emotional rollercoster right. And I think without whatever happened in that Honda Odyssey things wouldn't have been the same. They needed that fight, that release, that hatred from themselves to burst into the form of someone else who could take it just as much as the other could.

Logan listens to Wade's home at the borderlands. Logan is given kindness and tough love. Logan joins. Logan begins to understand how most linger by Wade's side despite everything. He sees why. He's a force, he doesn't give up, he doesn't quit, not for others. It grants strength, though imperfect and messy.

Logan believes Wade deserves better. So he plans on sacrificing himself only for Wade to once again show how much of a Hero he wants to be and could be. Only for those two idiots to hold hands to madona and come to a mutual understanding and comfort that has Wade making room for Logan in his and Al's apartment.

And there is something so inherently a-spec about not being explicitly sexual with each other, having an understanding that goes beyond direct words and full truths. They they can hurt one another and it feels so good, so wanted and cherished. How they support one another by being fucked up and sloppy. They're wrecks and they help the other heal, do what they're too afraid to do.

What is more a-spec than two people looking at each other with adoration and trust? To be two people who cannot be placed within a single both because their relationship and meaning to one another isn't so neatly cut and within expectations? To love in a way that blood and standing side by side is a comfort? A steadying point in which everything becomes clearer with time?

They make me so fucking sick, they make me so FUCKING SICK.

[mrsparrasblog]

POLY 141: How They React to Someone Else Flirting with Them

I don't think they would be mean in a normal situation, like someone coming up and saying "you're cute," and they respond with "Thank you, but I'm more than happy with my wonderful wife."

But let's spice ✨ this situation up a bit, like you're at the pub with them and you go to the toilet, and someone approaches them, knowing exactly that you're their girl. It's over for Miss Girl. They are really nice people, just not when someone disrespects their misses.

Ghost: He would just give them a death stare through his mask. "Go," he huffs, annoyed by the whole situation, and he just leaves her alone. He doesn't even give anyone between you and your pretty three other boyfriends any attention, so why bother even looking at her?

Price: If you're married, he just taps on his ring, and even if you're not married, he is like, "I'm married to the most beautiful girl in the world."

"One time won't hurt."

"If you're not gone in 5 seconds, my wife will probably rip you apart."

You will.

Kyle: Our sweet Kyle, do you really think he is still sweet? Oh no, he is the worst of all of them. I have this headcanon of him that he is the most attentive and obsessed boyfriend of all of them; he just loves you unconditionally. And when someone approaches him with,

"Don't you want someone more in your league, pretty boy?" she said while he touched his crotch. It's over - first of all, no one dares to tell him that you aren't a literal goddess of beauty, and second, only you can call him this, and Price when you have a threesome but no one else.

"Last time I checked, you're not even half as hot, funny, or intelligent as my girl, so piss off and stop touching me."

"Stop lying to me."

And then that guy just casually holds a picture on his phone of you against her and looks. "Nah, you're ugly."

You return, and he tells you not to worry your pretty head over this slag.

Johnny: Oh, he would be petty. You know he loves showing you off and kissing you in front of all the guys who want you, even in front of Price, Gaz, and Ghost, even though you're POLY. Boy is possessive. So why not show everyone he is yours? He pulls you onto his lap and kisses your neck, his hands grabbing your hips and everything in front of her. "Mhm, going to fuck you hen," and he does in the bathroom stall of the pub. And now, don't you dare to be quiet while he shows his claim.

Bonus: You, who reach that girl looking at her while using your most innocent smile. "If you don't leave my men, I'm going to kill you, shred you into many pieces, and send your parents a piece every year so they can puzzle you back up." The girl runs away thinking you're mental. John and Kyle are 100% sure that you got this sentence from Ghost, but it was actually Johnny who taught you this, since Ghost explained to you for 3 hours straight why this wouldn't work - Buzzkill.

[the-far-bright-center]

Obi-Wan Kenobi's tragedy is that he was the white knight of all white knights, the most 'by the book' Jedi of the Jedi Order, who served the Order loyally for the sake of the 'Greater Good'....only for the Order to fall and the 'Greater Good' to be (seemingly) lost anyway. He did everything according to the 'rules' (often at great cost to himself and to those who cared about him) and yet still he failed. Some see Obi-Wan as without flaw, not realising that it’s his very obedience to the Order that is the issue in the first place. Especially because he was willing to overlook or even sacrifice the well-being of individuals in service to the Order’s idea of ‘the Greater Good’. Maybe, just maybe, that should give some people pause before trying to frame him as this unerring figure who never did a single thing wrong. Obi-Wan's character has been established as less-than-perfect since the Original Trilogy (since ESB and RotJ at the very least). That's over forty years ago, people! We've known him to be a 'collection of half-truths and hyperbole' for all that time. And the way Obi-Wan's character was portrayed in the Prequels may have rendered him more tragic, yes, but it didn't go against what the OT had established. In fact, it showed us clearly that he DID fail Anakin (something he himself admits on-screen). I would also agree that he failed Padme by putting her directly in harm's way—something fandom realllly likes to overlook in favour of the much-preferred pasttime of hating solely on Anakin. In RotS, the lines 'I will do what I must' and 'do what must be done' are purposefully juxtaposed as an indictment of BOTH Obi-Wan and Anakin.

The next step of Obi-Wan's tragedy is that after this catastrophic failure, he learns the wrong lessons. He doubles down, thinking that he was the one who must have strayed from 'Yoda's way' and the Order's teachings (by caring ‘too much’ about Anakin despite himself, perhaps?), and that if only he'd been even more 'by the book', maybe Anakin wouldn't have fallen. Yoda and Obi-Wan's problem was that they were always trying to mold Anakin into the Jedi they wanted him to be (because they feared his 'clouded' and 'uncertain' future), instead of understanding his natural strengths and abilities (the fact he cared about saving people over adhering to abstract principles), and trying to encourage those instead. So when Anakin fell, they took it as a sign that their fears were right, instead of realising that while fear might indeed be 'a path to the dark side'....it wasn't just Anakin's fear. It was theirs, too.

Fans can love Obi-Wan all they want (believe it or not, I actually love him too, I just prefer to understand him as flawed!), but it would be nice if they would stop trying to claim that he's the 'real main character' of Star Wars. This is the Skywalker saga, not the Kenobi saga, in case they haven't noticed. And yet the amount of SW fans these days who seem think the story is 'about' him blows my mind. The fact Disney happened to make a big-budget fanfic about a character doesn't change said character's long-established role in the original story. As noted above, Obi-Wan is the failed mentor figure of the main characters. He's not the perfect, long-suffering saint who is 'always right' in the way so many insist on portraying him. The PT x OT narrative itself proves him wrong. He's tragic, yes, but his ‘certain point of view’ is absolutely not vindicated by the story. Luke going his own way and loving his 'monstrous' father in direct rejection of what Yoda and Obi-Wan tell him is the only thing that truly provides salvation to all the characters.

I wish fandom would understand that they can enjoy Obi-Wan without willfully misinterpreting his entire role in the story simply to suit an over-idealised view of him.

A Very Controversial Opinion…

But I honestly do not get the complete and utter support for Obi-Wan while people trash others who have dared to challenge him and his opinions such as Qui-Gon and Anakin. Obi-Wan is not perfect and I don’t get why people are trying to pretend he is. He’s actually got serious flaws too.

Obi-Wan is a good character, yes, but he has his shortcomings too. Watching Episode I as an adult these days only made me notice that Obi-Wan is not nice to Anakin from the moment they met despite having no reason to be mean and only takes him on as a Padawan because Qui-Gon asked him to. Hell, I think the very first time he calls Anakin by his name and not “the boy” is at the end of the movie. The Council had decided Anakin had the potential to be dangerous despite only being nine-years-old so Obi-Wan didn’t question, and just followed their word, even getting mad at Qui-Gon for not listening too at one point. He tries to rebuke his own MASTER! But Qui-Gon never treated him the way Obi-Wan treats Anakin.

I also don’t stick with the headcanon floating around that Qui-Gon “just threw Obi-Wan to the wolves” so he could train Anakin instead. Qui-Gon is no fool and its clear that Obi-Wan WAS ready for the trials. He killed a freaking Sith who was very strong(and a badass) not long after that meeting for god’s sake. Granted, it seems he had to use his anger to do so, but he did even though using anger like that is something he scolds Anakin for regularly. Qui-Gon was not “trying to ditch him” and the fact that Maul actually survived doesn’t matter. Obi-Wan still beat him.

I’ll argue that Obi-Wan had numerous chances to prevent Anakin’s Fall but he didn’t listen most of the time, preached the Code at him despite breaking it himself, and even broke Anakin’s trust FIRST. He is too much of a stickler for rules and didn’t try to understand Anakin’s issues which resulted from his background as a slave when he also had to leave his mother behind at only nine years old. Anakin also implies that worse than that happened but he got NO help from anyone, including Obi-Wan in dealing with it. It’s not even just Obi-Wan really, it can be argued that the entire Jedi Order let Anakin down, starting with NO ONE questioning Palpatine’s interest in him and stopping their meetings. It took 13 years of conditioning and manipulation for Palpatine to finally push Anakin over the edge, but before this happened, Anakin had gone to Obi-Wan, Padme and even YODA but was brushed off by ALL THREE. Yet Padme and Obi-Wan get the support. They both claim to love him but both either couldn’t see or refused to see that he was struggling. All they saw was the Hero and Face of the Republic army. (Question: has Obi-Wan ever told Anakin he loved him to his FACE before the Mustafar fight? Could’ve made a difference if not. Probably.)

A bit dramatic, but if you think about it, the Jedi were treating Anakin as much of a slave as he was on Tatooine. Without the bomb of course but one could make the argument that Qui-Gon took him from one form of slavery to another. I know we all love the Ani-Obi brotherhood but the fact is, Obi-Wan has let him down several times, and yes the opposite happened too, and the light side lost the war against the Sith long before Episode III. They lost as soon as Qui-Gon was killed by Maul. Obi-Wan is not necessarily guilty of THIS, he’s just ignorant to the shortcomings of the Order as a whole.

One of the biggest things that bothers me really is that in Episode III, Obi-Wan maims Anakin to win the fight, YES he did warn him, but he did this and then just left him there to suffer a horrible death by burning alive made even worse when he didn’t actually die. Obi-Wan makes excuses for this, and even in Episode IV, still doesn’t take responsibility. No wonder Vader is so pissed off especially if one takes into account the rumor that Palpatine had rigged Vader’s surgery to keep him in perpetual pain and therefore below Palpatine in power. Not that Vader was trying to get away but still.

In comparison to that last, in the Episode IV Death Star confrontation, Vader actually grants Obi-Wan a much swifter end with a single swing of his lightsaber. Vader is a Sith but of the two, he gave the more humane end and to someone who he saw as an enemy, not to mention that Obi-Wan actually used this to manipulate Luke against Vader because he only stopped fighting after he saw Luke watching. At least Luke calls him out on this in Episode VI after he finds out the truth about Vader. I can argue the possibility that Padme may have gotten through to Anakin on Mustafar but we won’t ever know because Obi-Wan essentially betrayed her trust too by secretly stowing away on her ship, which is what caused Vader to turn on her. 

Excuse my rant, but this is something in the fandom that bugs the ever loving heck out of me. It isn’t anti-ANYONE(except Palpatine), but some have their flaws and bad decisions glossed over and are made to look like perfect saints while others are made to look like horrid horrid people for daring to not agree with Obi-Wan and his decisions/opinions. Anakin was attacked since the prequels were made and I don’t agree with most of what people say, but I don’t understand where the sudden Qui-Gon bashing came from. Even several posts made “to remember Padme” are just covers to bash Anakin instead. 

Off topic now, but some of the bashing of Anakin is getting out of hand. I found one where someone created a photoshop of Owen’s (deserved) remark against Obi-Wan in “Kenobi” and warping it to him making it against Anakin about not saving Shmi and someone else in the comments declared that it “was deserved! lol!!” Um no. It wasn’t and if anyone was to blame for that aside from the Tuskan Raiders, it was technically Cliegg Lars for letting her go out alone. But I digress.  

[theres-a-body-here]

Everything is green and submarine

Montgomery Gator x Male!reader

Fluff

"Can ya believe it?!" Monty growled out, his voice rumbling against your legs as he fumed where he lay across your lap.

"Kid picks that rust bucket over me for 'is birthday party," he continued to complain, arms waving wildly as he went on about the situation. His tail swished back and forth in agitation, occasionally thumping against the couch.

His voice was low and irritated, his words practically dripping with disdain towards Freddy. He shifted slightly on your lap, trying to get comfortable despite his bad mood.

The movement caused him to lean more heavily onto you, not even seeming to notice as he continued to complain under his breath.

Despite himself, however, he seemed to relax somewhat under your gentle pats to his head. The metal alligator even let out a low hum of contentment before catching himself and scowling again. "Just… ugh! How could anyone pick him over me?"

"Monty," you start off, speaking softly as you run your fingers through his mohawk. "You can't be everyone's favorite."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," he muttered begrudgingly, still gritting his teeth.

It wasn't fair, though; why did Freddy always seem to get all the attention?

Monty huffed quietly, glaring at nothing in particular as he tried to push down his frustration. He didn't want to take it out on you - after all, this wasn't your fault - but sometimes it just felt like nobody appreciated him enough.

And really, if he couldn't vent to you, who else would he vent to?

You were his boyfriend, weren't you?

So many thoughts ran rampant through his head, the sound of his internal fans whirring louder and louder as he struggled to sort through everything.

Wasn't he cool enough? Was he doing something wrong? Why did Freddy always get the spotlight?

All these questions flooded his coding, spinning round and round until suddenly, he felt your lips press against his snout.

"You'll always be my favorite," you whisper, apologetically. "I'm sorry I don't tell you that more often," you add, cupping his face and leaning in for another kiss.

Your words seemed to catch him off-guard, causing the alligator to blink slowly as he stared at you.

Then, hesitantly, he leaned into your next kiss, letting out a low purr. Even if he wasn't the most popular animatronic around, at least he had someone who loved him unconditionally. That much was clear in your gaze, the sincerity shining brightly within your eyes.

He nuzzled your hand gently, unable to help the purring from continuing.

"...Thanks, cher," he murmured, his tone softening.

He couldn't stay angry around you, especially when you looked at him like that.

With a heavy sigh, he sat up properly, leaning forward to wrap his arms around your shoulders and pull you into a hug. "Sorry fer bein' such a brat."

"I wouldn't love you any other way," you chuckled, nuzzling into his metal chest.

A warm feeling filled his core at those words, something pleasant blossoming within his wiring.

He squeezed you tighter for a moment before loosening his grip slightly, resting his chin on top of your head comfortably.

"Love ya too, cher," he replied softly, closing his eyes peacefully.

[carmillas-vampiric-rage]

mk1 khaos reigns spoilers under the cut

okay. first of all. I LOVE how Bi-Han focused KR was, like i was literally jumping up and down and screaming like my man was in almost every scene YESSSSS!!!

I'm also s o fucking relieved (you literally have no idea) that we got Bi-Han back so quickly, I was so worried he'd remain Noob Saibot forever. Like I nearly started sobbing.

also, sad pathetic puppy Bi-Han shsjsjssj he's so cute

he literally looks so upset and cute uggh i can't stand him.

idc what anyone says, him and Sektor are so freaking cute!!! I can't even express to you how I almost imploded when they touched foreheads (Kauai Liang judging in the background 😭😭)

I can't even begin to express how beautiful it is that someone unconditionally loves this piece of shit bastard. She pushed for them to bring him back to Earthrealm so he could be healed. She was set on finding him and bringing him back from the beginning. just uggh. I know Bi-Han is a complete and utter dick who seriously needs his ass beat- but nobody cares for him. His brothers understandably hate him and everyone else has a level of dislike for him- but Sektor is the only one who truly loves him, and sees his vision. Like yesss queen both of us would be behind this man full stop. 😭😭😭😭😭

my only complaint is we didn't get enough Kitana. like hello??? She should have played a way bigger part!! Have her come along with them to Khaos Realm!!!!!

But the few scenes she was in, she slayed. I love how she moves her hands when she talks uggh!! I just love her so freaking much.

i know some peeps are disappointed with the storymode and everything and I understand that, but personally I loved it. I've only been involved with MK1 so maybe that's why some of the changes and additions and stuff don't bother me idk.

But anyway I'm gonna sit in my own tears for three to four business days and try not to think about Bi-Han and how cute and adorable he is and how I wanna slap him in the face for ruining Kuai Liang and Harumi's wedding omfg.

Also every single person in this photo ate. no crumbs. BI-HANNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!! just wish Kitana and Mileena were there too

[iamnot-crazy]

Pushing the line part 3

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: I finally am ready to post part 3 and I now have part 4 scheduled to post in 2 days! sorry for the wait and thank you all for supporting the last two parts and encouraging me to make part 3 😁.

Summary: Your dynamic with Law has evolved as you navigate Punk Hazard. However, the appearance of the Straw Hats might introduce some complications.

"I don't like the idea of that man holding your heart," you grumbled, falling into step beside Law as you navigated the corridors of the Punk Hazard lab. Clad in the mandatory yellow hazard suit, you crossed your arms and pouted.

Law chuckled at your displeasure. "I told you, it's the only way to gain access without raising suspicion."

"I still think we should switch," you insisted. “Give him my heart in place of yours. I don’t trust him.”

"And that's precisely why it needs to be my heart,” he replied, his tone firm. "If he had your heart I would be too busy worrying about you." He reached into his pocket, producing the blue cube that held Monet's heart. “Besides, he won't dare do anything while I hold Monet's." The organ pulsed in his hand.

You snatched the heart from his grasp, "Well, I’ll feel better if I kept that," you mumbled shoving the heart into your pocket.

He raised an eyebrow but nodded in understanding. "How are you blending in?" he asked changing the topic.

"Fine, I guess," you shrugged. "No one really pays attention to anyone else. The suit is the real problem. I feel like a walking oven." You tugged at the fabric, frustration evident in your voice.

Law sighed in sympathy. "We could've told Caesar we were a team," he suggested. “You could do without the suit that way.”

You shook your head. "I need to be able to move freely," you explained. "Besides, I'm getting a feel for the place."

"And you're absolutely certain you can alert me if something goes wrong?" Law asked, his gaze serious.

You nodded, closing your eyes and focusing on your Haki. With a concentrated effort, you enveloped your heart in a protective layer of your will. Law placed a hand over his chest, where your heart now resided, and seemed to sense the change.

"I mean it," you emphasized. "If anything happens, I'll reach out to you immediately." You grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly. "We've got this." You smiled up at him. He released a sharp breath and nodded.

"Alright," Law conceded. "I'll meet you outside after your shift."

With that, you turned and disappeared deeper into the labyrinthine facility.

The plan was straightforward: infiltrate Caesar Clown's facility, gather intelligence on Joker, a.k.a. Doflamingo, destroy the SAD factory, and kidnap Caesar. Cutting off Doflamingo's SAD supply would cripple his Smile production and leave him vulnerable to the Yoki, the only thing he truly feared.

While Law used his Warlord status to cultivate a partnership with Caesar, gaining his trust and extracting information, you assumed the role of a lowly researcher. The disguise was perfect; no one paid attention to the faceless workers. Your mission: delve deeper into the SAD production process and gather any valuable intel.

Isolated from the crew, your bond with Law deepened. He opened up about his past, revealing the pain and anger that fueled his vendetta against Doflamingo.

Law made a promise to withhold no secrets from you, finally revealing the harrowing details of his past with Doflamingo and Corazon. The revelation was a shock, but it also offered a profound understanding of the man you had come to care for. His guarded nature, his constant need to reciprocate kindness—it all made sense now.

Though he still grappled with accepting your love unconditionally, progress was unmistakable. Gradually, the fortifications guarding his heart began to crumble.

Days turned into weeks as you navigated the treacherous world of Punk Hazard. By day, you were a diligent researcher, collecting samples and running tests. By night, you analyzed your findings, your mind racing with possibilities. You smuggled out anything of value, passing it to Law during your brief encounters.

You sat on the bed while Law intently studied the new chemical mixture you’d brought him. “I saw something strange today,” you mused, breaking the silence. Law looked up, his attention drawn to you.

“There was this guy bringing candy to a place called the ‘biscuit room,’” you continued. “Some of the candy was abnormally large.”

Law considered this for a moment. “Monet often goes to the biscuit room,” he said thoughtfully. “I always assumed it was just her break room. Maybe there's more to it than that.”

"Maybe. I'll check it out tomorrow." You shrugged, then smiled seductively, tugging at the hem of your shirt. "But for now..."

Law's eyes gleamed with passion. In an instant, he abandoned his work and was on top of you. His arms caged you in as he hovered above, his lips dancing across your neck.

You giggle as his breath tickles your skin. "I'm so glad it's just us," he whispered, his lips dancing across your neck. "I'm so glad you broke out of that room," he murmured.

"I could do without the getting locked in a room part," you laugh as your back falls onto the bed.

Law lifted his head, looking into your eyes before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. "You're right, I should have known a door wouldn't hold you. Next time, I'll tie you up," he smirked, pulling your hands above your head and pressing them into the bed.

He continued to trail his kisses down your neck as you moaned at his touch. When he reached the collar of your shirt he groaned he consolidated your hands into one of his freeing his other to pull your shirt fully off.

You laughed at his action while he trailed his kisses lower and lower on your now bare chest. Your breath hitched in your throat as he made his way to your thighs. His kisses were light against your skin and his facial hair lightly scratched against you each time he moved.

"I love you so much." He hummed.

"I love you too." You moaned closing your eyes as he traveled your body.

The next morning, you carefully exited the room, sliding your mask over your head and meticulously piecing your yellow hazmat suit together. As you proceeded in the direction of the "biscuit room," you remained unaware of the figure standing in the hallway nearby, observing you intently.

Law left shortly after, confidently walking in the opposite direction. The figure disappeared before he passed the hall.

Law entered the main room where Ceaser Clown was seated, holding a transponder snail in his hand. Once Ceaser noticed Law's presence, he quickly hung up the transponder snail, greeting Law with a boisterous laugh, "Law! Good morning!" he exclaimed. "Did you sleep well?" he inquired with a grin.

Law gave a curt nod before settling at the bar and pouring himself a steaming cup of coffee.

"Still as taciturn as ever, I see," Caesar laughed, transforming into a gas cloud and floating over to the bar next to Law. "What's on your agenda today? More brooding?" Law groaned at the man and continued sipping his coffee. "Ugh, you're no fun."

The door opened, and in flew the Harpy assistant, Monet. She lightly glided over to the remaining free seat at the bar, pouring herself a cup of coffee. "Ah, Monet! Lovely to see you," the clown beamed.

Monet smiled softly, "Good morning to you too." She took a sip of her mug and continued, "Law, did you notice that one of your acquaintances is back in action?" She turned to the brooding pirate, who raised an eyebrow in confusion.

Monet smiled, reaching with her long wings to the end of the bar and sliding over the recent newspaper. Law looked down to see Straw Hat's face on the front page—a face he hadn't seen in two years.

Law shrugged and continued sipping his coffee. "You've encountered him a few times now, haven't you?" Monet probed. "I've read that you even saved his life once."

"I suppose," he replied with a shrug, seemingly unaffected. "It's been two years since I last saw him."

Monet hummed thoughtfully. "Interesting." She pulled the newspaper closer. "By the way, Law, we're having an issue with a samurai on the island. Our men are struggling to contain him. Would you mind lending a hand before he causes more trouble?" As she spoke, she began flipping through the pages of the paper.

"Yah I can see what I can do if I have the time," Law responded placing his mug down and walking out of the room.

Monet watched carefully as he left smiling smugly.

You shadowed the same group of men in hazmat suits until they reached the biscuit room. As they entered, you maintained your position, your gaze fixed on the door, waiting for your opportunity. But something caught your attention. Down the hall, a group of guards were roughly hauling a quartet of prisoners.

There was something oddly familiar about them. A red-headed woman in a skimpy top, a well-dressed blonde man, a peculiar, almost robotic figure, and a raccoon. The image sparked a recognition deep within you.

Confusion washed over you as the group exited the biscuit room. You were about to make your move when a guard's boast halted you in your tracks. "I can't believe we captured the Straw Hats!" he exclaimed.

The pieces fell into place. The familiar figures you'd seen moments ago were none other than the straw hat crew. A surge of disbelief and a tangle of emotions swept through you. The door to the biscuit room slammed shut, presumably locking you out. You cursed under your breath, your mind racing.

The Straw Hats' presence on the island could be a game-changer. Law had a peculiar interest in the Straw hats since Sabaody. An alliance could be beneficial, but their arrival might also complicate your mission to dismantle Caesar's operation. A plan began to form in your mind, a delicate balance of protecting the Straw Hats while advancing your own objectives.

You watched as the guards secured the prisoners in a nearby room. The door clicked shut, leaving the Straw Hats imprisoned. Your mind raced, grappling with the implications of their capture.

You offered a cursory bow to the passing guards, maintaining your facade. With a glance over your shoulder, you confirmed they were out of sight before turning and heading down the hallway.

The Straw Hats' presence introduced a new variable into your carefully laid plans. It was clear the Stawhats would be incapacitated for some time. Rescuing them now was futile. Your immediate priority was informing Law. With a growing sense of urgency, you turned and headed back down the corridor.

As you rounded the corner, you spotted Monet, Caesar's harpy assistant, standing at the end of the hall. Her gaze was fixed on you, a suspicious glint in her eye. You offered a quick bow, hoping to slip past unnoticed.

Before you could fully pass her, her leg shot up, her sharp claws wrapping around your neck and pinning you against the wall.

You yelped in surprise as your heart pounded in your chest as she tightened her grip, cutting off your breath. Desperation surged through you as you clawed at her leg, trying to break free.

"I'm surprised you didn't just release the Straw Hats," she hissed, her voice laced with venom.

You gasped for air, your vision blurring. "What are you talking about?" you managed to croak out.

“You're a part of Law's crew," Monet hissed, her voice low and menacing. "For the last month, you've been stalking around this island for him. You two have something planned, and I'm willing to bet the Straw Hats' arrival is part of it." She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your face.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you managed to stammer out, your voice trembling slightly. Monet rolled her eyes, her grip loosening as she tossed you to the floor. You hit the ground hard, gasping for air as you rubbed your sore neck. The harpy hovered above you, a menacing figure.

"You can't lie to me, Y/N," she taunted, a smirk playing on her lips. Your heart pounded as you heard her say your name. The facade of the terrified employee crumbled, replaced by a cold determination.

Your hand darted towards your chest, a surge of determination replacing your feigned fear. With a swift movement, you bypassed your clothing and plunged your fingers into the flesh just above where your heart would reside.

Monet's eyes widened in shock as you ripped a glowing blue cube from your chest cavity. A piercing scream tore from her throat as she clutched at the empty space where her own heart had been. You hovered above her, the stolen heart pulsing faintly in your grasp.

"We should have never underestimated you," you said coldly, your voice devoid of emotion.

"You should never have approached me without knowing the full board," you mocked, a cold glint in your eye. "While Law might be the king in this game, I'm not a pawn like you. I'm the queen, and I'll do whatever it takes to protect my king, even if it means taking a life. If Law held your heart, he'd likely use it as a strategic advantage, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. But I don't hesitate."

A surge of dark satisfaction coursed through you as Monet's body slumped to the ground. You watched coldly as blood seeped from her lips, the stolen heart wrapped in your tight grip.

You glanced down at the heart in your hand as you released your gripped to see it begin to pulse faintly. You hadn't intended to kill her, but a strong message needed to be sent. For now, this would suffice.

Retrieving your mask from the floor, you stepped over Monet's unconscious body. After rifling through her pockets, you found a transponder snail. With a swift motion, you claimed it as your own, replacing hers. You then dragged her body against the wall, propping her up into a sitting position.

"You'll probably be out for a while," you muttered, your voice laced with a chilling indifference. "But when you wake up, I hope you have enough sense not to seek me out again."

A voice crackled through the transponder snail, interrupting your thoughts. "We haven't found anything else on the ship, ma'am," it reported. Then, a series of panicked shouts echoed through the device before cutting off abruptly.

Intrigued, you brought the snail closer to your ear. "Interesting," you murmured. "It seems there might be more of the Straw Hats on the ship. I should inform them of their friends' location."

With that, you turned and headed towards the docks.

*****

A/N: Thanks for reading and part 4 should be out soon, but hey if you wanna read more of my work check out my MasterList

[di-42]

A post by @makewayforbigcrossducks prompted me to think about a few things.

As a neurotypical person who loves Aziraphale to bits, I wonder if it's true that most neurotypical people hate, dislike or simply don't understand Aziraphale. The consensus from neurodivergent people seem to be that yes, that's the case.

I was also wondering if another factor to whether we identify or love or understand (with) Aziraphale more than (with) Crowley might be age. I tend to think that those of us who are less young empathise with Aziraphale more than those who are younger. Which would explain why sometimes the tumblr fandom seems to be one sided as tumblr users are probably averagely younger than, say, 40. But obviously that's a wild guess and it really doesn't matter.

What I really wanted to talk about is the concept, mentioned in some reblogs of that post and in other Good Omens posts, of unconditional love. My first, instinctive reaction to that post was "interesting! I'm not neurodivergent but I would defend Aziraphale against any attack and I love him unconditionally".

Except, no. Actually, I don't love him unconditionally. I don't love anyone unconditionally, whether they are fictional characters or people in my real life. If I had children probably I would love them unconditionally but I don't and there's no one whom I would love just because they exist.

People in my real life, and fictional characters as well, have had to earn my love, and I theirs. I wouldn't love them no matter what they are and what they do, I love them because of what they are and what they do. If my husband had been a racist, homophobic and misogynistic bastard I wouldn't love him. Same for my friends, siblings and mum. I never loved my father.

Unconditional love is something abusers rely on. Unconditional love is also something oppressive religions rely on because is so similar to faith: you accept everything from those you love unconditionally, don't question anything and keep having faith.

I don't love Aziraphale unconditionally. He's better than that. I love Aziraphale because of who he is. If I thought Aziraphale accepted the offer because he's power-hungry or because he's basically so stupid as not to see the metatron is trying to manipulate him I wouldn't love him. That doesn't mean I think Aziraphale is perfect. I think he's got lots of flaws and faults, which is ok. Like in real life, you can love someone and their faults without loving them unconditionally.

I also don't think Crowley loves Aziraphale unconditionally. He wouldn't love Aziraphale if Aziraphale's behaviour over the millennia had been like Gabriel's for example, or Muchael's. Crowley and Aziraphale love each other because of who they are, because of the choices they've made in their history, because they know the other has lived through their own trauma and because... I don't know. Everything. Because of how they make each other laugh. Because of how the other is always there. Because of the trust they've built. Because they see in the other something that heaven and hell will never see. Everything. But not unconditionally.

Which gives me hope. Because I think Crowley still loves Aziraphale but I also think it's not unconditional love. It's love that comes from a shared history and Crowley will know Aziraphale is not just going to betray him. Crowley will know there's something else going on. Just as soon as he recovers from the initial shock.

And, well, everything will be ok.

[readychilledwine]

From This Day Until Our Last

Summary - what do you buy the male who says he has everything he could ever want? Lyria has an answer, but her answer comes with a cost she's more than happy to pay

Warnings - smut, love making

A/n - The end of Azriel and Lyria is here unless I decide to come back to them for some random spice. 💙 where one Vanserra door closes, another opens, though. I'm staring at you, Lollipop lovers. 👀

Lyria and Azriel moved to doors of the townhouse, waving goodbye to everyone as they left the solstice party.

Rhys and Cassian were smirking at her, excited to hear about the present she had waiting for Azriel. Feyre smiled knowingly, the only one besides Eris and Lucien who knew what was waiting in Azriel's cabin.

He used his shadows to take them to the cabin faster, secretly excited and anxious to see what was waiting. "I need you to hide out in our room for a little bit while I get it ready," Lyria whispered as he backed her into the doorway. His mouth hovering above hers. "15 minutes tops. I promise."

Azriel stood, and nodded. He went instantly, following her request and not noticing the bags and boxes sitting on the counter.

Lyria went to work, pulling out the box from the fridge. She thanked Feyre in her mind for covering for her tonight regarding why she was late, and for secretly rerouting her mate's missions to his group of spies.

She pulled out the cake she had purchased for him, placing it on the pretty craved crystal plate, and smiled. Rhys had told her which bakery made it and convinced the owners to teach Lyria how to bake it for this one-time special purpose.

It was absolutely perfect. Cherries sat in swirled dark chocolate on milk chocolate frosting. On a chocolate cake with cherries baked inside and a middle cherry filling. To Azriel, there was never enough chocolate in the world. This cake was his absolute favorite due to its "complexity and layers," he had tried explaining to her one night as he was validating eating the whole thing within a 12 hour period.

She moved to the bag closest to her, grabbing the Autumn Court whiskey he had been hoping to try, but had not had the chance to. Knowing he would be very excited after having watched his jealous reaction to Rhysand and Cassian receiving a bottle from her as well. She centered it on the table, along with the gift Eris and Lucien had asked her to give him in private from all her brothers. A dagger and spidersilk gloves.

She took a few stilling breaths, whispering goodbye to the last few moments of her life as a technically unattached female.

There was no running after this, no way put that wouldn't destroy both of them. She had no doubts, though. She had never loved anyone else this deeply and unconditionally. She had never wanted anyone else this badly. She had never wanted anything the way she wanted to be his.

A shadow weaved into her hair before resting against her cheek. "Tell your daddy he can come out." She straightened herself and her dress. Instantly chewing on her lip out of nerves and her hands came in front of her, thumbs circling around each other in a dance.

Azriel paused when he came back to the little kitchen and dining room. "Lyria, what is this?" His voice broke a little, his eyes starting to water.

"Can you come sit down please?"

Azriel sat across from her, holding his hands out to take hers. "I love you," she stated simply. "And I can't imagine a world where I'm not yours."

She had a speech planned, but as she stared into his eyes, those spell binding emerald and golden eyes, everything went out of her mind. She had seen Azriel vulnerable, but the softness in his face, the joy in his eyes, the way he was already fighting tears, this was new to her. "I had this whole beautiful thing planned, and I can't remember what I honestly wanted to say."

Azriel laughed, his eyes sparkling. "You don't need to say anything, I can feel it everyday. You never close the bond. I can sit here, though while you think of your speech."

His eyes were glimmering with excitement and mischief. Lyria handed him the letter from Eris, then the package containing a dagger identical to all the ones she had made for her brothers as a teen, and those indestructible gloves.

The dagger had been a gift her father suggested as a joke to her. He had not realized his young daughter would find a way to get 7 illyrian steel daggers made. Now, an 8th one sat in a red and gold package, paid for by her 5 remaining brothers to ensure their newest sibling would also have the same dagger.

Azriel took the letter, "if you truly love me you'd open that whiskey your brothers won't stop raving about." His tone was playful as he used Truth-teller to open the letter.

As he read the fine lettering, Lyria opened the bottle of whiskey. It smelled like home. Like cloves, apples, and cinnamon. His shadows brought her his favorite glass and she poured it. They then brought her a knife as she turned to hand her mate the beverage. "Impatient little creatures," she whispered softly, allowing one to nuzzle into her hair and on her cheek.

Azriel didn't respond, his eyes were locked in on the letter, his expression unreadable. "Can you hand me the box, baby?" He finally asked, his throat tight.

Lyria handed it to him, her hands slightly shaking. "Did he tell you what it is?"

Azriel shook his head. "No, just that you made sure all of your brothers had one, so Eris and Lucien wanted to ensure I had one too." Azriel gently pulled the satin red ribbons, freeing the top of the box and opening it.

He pulled the dagger out, immediately knowing the weight of it was something much more familiar to him than it would have been an Autumn court male. "And how, little fox, did you get illyrian steel?"

Lyria looked down. "I um… there's one Illyrian blacksmith in the Autumn Court. He is close to the border of Winter, and I tracked him down when I was 16, and gave him a lot of money and tada?"

He watched as she rocked back on her feet, her lip tucked between her teeth. "Dangerous." He said simply before unsheathing the dagger. He whistled softly, admiring the ornately carved metal, it was almost too pretty to use with its dancing razor sharp leaves and dark brown leather hilt. The blade was made of mainly illyrian steel, but she had asked the blacksmith an almost impossible task.

She had asked him to marry the steel with Autumn Court's tradition of working gold into blades. "You never intended for them to use these?"

She nodded. "It was meant to be a beautiful thing. To remind them of home, of what we've all been fighting against, what we still fight for." Their mother, Azriel realized slowly. "Eris displays his in his office with a portrait of mother and I. Lucien keeps his at side, normally tucked near his heart. My other brothers keep theirs in their rooms in their night stands."

Azriel looked at her. "Lucien keeps a small portrait of you Feyre painted in a locket by his heart as well." She nodded. "They worship the ground you walk on." Azriel finished the letter in silence, now feeling those smooth but heavy gloves and sipping the whiskey with a small smile etched into his face.

Lyria took out the smaller box she had hidden, the one from her mother and Helion and slid it over to him. "You aren't supposed to open this infront of me."

Azriel held the small box, knowing immediately what was inside. He had flown to Helion a few weeks ago, asking the male for Lyria's hand, and then to her mother that day he also appeared from the shadows, watching as she spun threads And asking her the same.

He knew inside was a ring containing a large centered stone starlight colored stone. It was surrounded by Autumn's beloved moss gemstones and black diamonds, set in Day Court rose gold.

It had cost him a year of salary, but having her mother and true father check and approve the ring was too important to Azriel to pass up.

"I do not see a reason as to why I couldn't. It is your solstice gift after all." He began to open it. Removing the black velvet box from the container and opening it quickly with a smile before setting it in front of her. "It appears we had similar intentions, Lyria." He opened the box with one hand, staring at her.

Silence fell between the two of them. Comfortable heart warming silence as they unknowingly confirmed to each other they were on the same page. "Did.. Did you still want me to serve you cake?" Lyria's voice broke as her tears welled up. "We can wait."

Azriel shook his head, standing to slide the ring on her finger. "I see no point in us waiting for a wedding to be mated. Do you want me to do this properly?"

She shook her head, holding her left hand out. There was no need for long-winded speeches. For words of love to pass between them, there was no need to beg nor validate why they were doing this.

In this moment, all those things were dancing through the bond, serenading both of them in comfort, joy, and unconditional love and devotion.

Azriel put the ring on her finger, pulling her close to him and tilting her face. "I love you." The statement was final. There was no arguments to be had, pretty words to dress it to be more than it needed to be.

“I love you too,” she whispered back.

Azriel couldn't resist anymore, his hands trembling as he kissed her deeply and then rested his forehead on hers. “Cut the cake.”

He watched her like a hawk as those hands, those lovely hands, that started all of this cut into his favorite cake. He has been mesmerized by her pretty dress, the way her hair was curled and loose, the light makeup. Now, though, lust and longing fueled him. He didn't need a damn cake to solidify and accept that bond with her.

Not when his favorite treat was hidden between her pretty thighs.

She placed the slice in front of him, covering the rest and waited. He watched as she bit her lip and played with her hair. The normal signs of her nervousness coming into play.

They had sex countless times, sometimes multiple times throughout a day, never leaving her or his bed unless the need for food called. But it had never been sex like this. Sex that sealed them together forever. Sex that made her his, and he hers. He ate the cake, watching her again as she did the few dishes they had made.

He finished it in record time, going to her without grabbing the plate and standing behind her.

Lyria was a neat freak, while his mind had already begun to zero in on her, hers was locking on the dish behind them. She turned to grab it, gasping as a scarred hand gripped her by the back of her neck, turning her and pulling her into a deep kiss.

There was nothing gentle about what Azriel had in mind. He lifted her, carrying her to his room with those legs wrapped around his waist and laid them on the bed. Shadows were immediately on her, brushing her neck, her cleavage, into her dress.

Lyria thought she was on fire. The bond was screaming so loudly in her chest she could hardly breathe, and when she did, all she could breathe was him, all she could feel was him.

Azriel pulled away, flipping her over and unlacing the corset back of her dress. Every teasing brush of his rough fingers caused her to shiver. When he finished pulling that last piece loose, he pulled her up by her arms, growling as the beautiful dress fell down her body into a pool.

She had worn nothing below it, her bare body now exposed to him completely. “I've been thinking about how much better that'd look on the floor all damn night.” He pushed her down by her back, wasting zero time kicking her legs apart and removing his own clothing.

While his mind had locked on rough punishing sex, his heart ached for something else. For more. Azriel picked her back up gently again, turning her and tilting her head to place gentle kisses on her lips.

He felt every ounce of tension leaving her, melting down the bond completely as she relaxed into him. He laid them back down, pulling away. “Get on the pillows, princess.”

Lyria felt heat pooling in her core. She pushed her body back, resting against his silky sheets and felt her legs just dropping apart for him. Azriel growled in response, leaning in to kiss her neck. His hand immediately went to her soaking core, running along the length of it before barely brushing her clit. “Gonna worship you,” he murmured into her skin. “Love you so good you forget every moment of pain.”

Lyria gasped, her hips grinding against his hand, breaking every rule they had. “Take what you want baby,” Azriel kissed into her skin. “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” the bond forced her to say. “Mother above, I just want you. Every second of every day I want you.” Azriel pushed two wet fingers in, curving them as he moved to kiss her deeply.

“Then you will have me, from this day forward until our last.” He began pulling her apart, using his fingers to open her up gently. “You know we have family breakfast tomorrow right?” She shook her head, focusing on the pleasure of him stretching her as he teased her. “We will skip it then.”

“Stop. Teasing,” Azriel pulled back surprised, keeping his fingers in time and rhythm with her hips movements as she chased her high. Lyria had growled. Growled at him.

He didn't know if it was the frenzy, or the anticipation she must have felt for weeks planning this, but it had Azriel desperate for her. He pulled his fingers out, taking them and running them along his aching cock. “I can't wait, princess.”

Azriel lined up and slid home, both of them going completely silent as the bond began to shimmer and dance, glittering from silver to gold.

Her legs were instantly around his trim waist, hands shooting to his upper arms and she began to whimper below him, begging him to move.

Azriel gave a gentle teasing thrust, then began.

He made sure each movement was deep and hard, hitting those spots that had her eyes rolling back and mouth hanging open as she moaned and cried in pleasure below him. “Feels so good,” she mumbled. “So so good.”

Every drag was delicious, filling her completely and knocking any second of doubt she had from her mind. Her legs squeezed his waist tighter, nails digging into his arm as he lifted her hips allowing him deeper into her. “Love you so much, Azriel.”

He went down to her immediately, kissing her deeply as he continued to make love to her. Her hands went to his back, brushing his wings accidentally. They were moaning in time, the tension building between them at the same rate. “Right there, angel,” he whispered into her neck. She nodded in return, eagerly moaning his name into his ear.

It took a few more moments, a few more deep well placed thrusts and she came, walls milking him. She cried his name, nails running down his back. He followed her over the edge, releasing into her and biting into her neck to try to hid the whimpers tearing at his throat at how heavenly and tight she felt.

He held her tight as they came down, head buried in her neck. “I love you,” he whispered. Then repeated it again. And again. And again. His hands laced into her red hair, scratching her scalp. “I love you.”

Lyria pushed him up slightly, forcing him to stare into her eyes, “And I love you. From this day until our last.”

“And well beyond that,” he held his pinky to her, watching as she wrapped hers around it, sealing that promise with a small mark staining their skin.

[lightlycareless]

A bit of an explanation as to why Naomi turned to be quite... Not distant but not as welcoming as she was in the beginning with Naoya, her father.. :))))))

related work: prequel 1. prequel 2. sequel.

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of pregnancy and childbirth. Maybe Naoya failed as a husband and father?

Naomi didn't really know what it meant to be an older sister. It's one of those things that can't be described, simply experienced to get the full grasp of it. And yet, she was as excited as anyone else for the arrival of the babies.

Or more like anxious, for she's never seen you so stressed before.

“Why can't I go with mama?” She'd ask, your sister guiding her to the waiting room by the hand, unwittingly away from you. “Is she ok??”

“Yes, she is. She just needs help from the doctor to deliver your siblings!” Hinata explains, attempting to comfort her. “Aren't you excited? Soon, you'll be a nee-san, just like me.”

But Naomi couldn't care to think of such matters, not when an even bigger issue has yet to be dealt with.

“.... Why isn't papa with mama?” your daughter asks with clear sadness in her face. It's only the second time she sees a disruption to her routine, but she already doesn't like it, not one bit. “He's always here whenever mama feels bad….”

Hinata swallows, trying her best to not feed Naomi's sorrow, quickly turning disappointment, any further.

It's true what she said. Naoya always made sure to be available whenever you needed him, one way or the other. But this time… this time he couldn't, and for one simple decision he'd come to regret later.

“He's on his way here.” Is what your sister responds. “He shouldn't take much longer to arrive.”

For Naomi's sake, she hopes he does. Because Hinata doesn't think she could take any more of seeing the always cheerful and bubbly girl growing quiet at her father's absence, or frightened when hearing your screams once you finally went into labor.

Preparing Naomi for the whole ordeal of pregnancy was difficult, for there were things you feared she wouldn't be able to understand without being traumatized by them. This particular part was the one that worried you the most.

But even as upsetting as it was, hearing you in pain wouldn't be the thing that stuck to Naomi the rest of her life.

No. It would be the part of Naoya eventually arriving at the hospital, a few hours after the twins were born, higkihjti his failure to be with you, his daughter, and newborn children when they needed him most.

“I'm sorry, my love. I'm really, really sorry. You don't know how much I regret—”

“You were supposed to be here for their birth” Naomi manages to overhear, as well as the heartbreak in your voice, the same one she was experiencing for seeing her parents argue for the first time in her life. “You promised you would!”

“I know.” Naoya laments, voice shaky, seemingly at the brink of crying. “I would've never missed this moment, but the mission—”

“You also said you wouldn't take any missions.” You reiterate, hurt. “Why did you do it? Why did you have to go on a mission when I needed you the most?! You knew how scared I was, especially after what happened with Naomi!”

“It wasn't supposed to take this long. They told me it was going to be a quick thing, but it went on and they needed me…”

“I needed you more. We needed you more.”

“I'm sorry.”

Naomi doesn't hear anything else from that point forward, either because Naoya kept quiet, understanding the gravity of his actions while offering quiet endless apologies, the only thing he could do at that moment.

Or because Hinata became aware of what was going on and quickly isolated your daughter from the situation, she had already gone through enough up to that point, the last thing she needed was to end the day on a worse note.

Thankfully, that wouldn't be the case, because after meeting her baby brother and sister, all conflict seemed to disappear from her mind at that moment, focused instead on loving them unconditionally, though mostly excited for her new playmates and all the things she couldn't wait to do with them.

But when looking at her father, well…

Something inside Naomi changed that day.

💀

[buriedpair]

Just a simple ask…

Reader as a MILF/DILF?

For example: once the reader gets comfortable, they start to open up about themselves and one day bring up that they have a child?

(I joined the discord, the people are very lovely and lively)

YESSSS THIS ASK IS EXACTLY WHAT I NEEDED!!! Fun little fact: Gambit was ALMOST a dilf, but I didn't feel like designing him a kid, lol!

I did more of how they'd react to the news that you have a kid and how they'd respond to a darling's child in general, if that's okay!

THANKS FOR JOINING THE DISCORD!!!! I'm glad you like it there!!!

Yandere!OCs x GN Reader

Amias

He's so happy you trust him enough to tell him! Um... but... that does mean you have more experience than him, which is kind of interesting. Amias is a huge loser virgin who can't even take care of himself, let alone a child! It's a strange situation for him to end up in, but he cares a lot about you and you trusted him with this information, so he'll definitely try.

He isn't against your child, but he isn't thrilled about it either. You'll soon learn to keep the kid away from Amias lest he try to feed it cup noodles for every meal. He doesn't know the first thing about caring for a child.

Edge

Edge is the absolute king of self-care. He'll definitely be protective of your kid, and you. However, he cannot stand the little rodent sometimes. You're his priority, and as much as he wants to care for your child with you, it isn't his... Even if you can't birth children yourself, he's annoyed that this thing is the product of you and someone else.

He'd be good at the basic taking care of children part, but he's awful when the kid starts crying or complaining. He'll just yell, and get annoyed. Honestly, he's not prepared for a child in the slightest.

Double Down

"Want to make more?"

Yeah, he doesn't really have much experience in this department. He used to be a 'hit and quit' kind of guy, so even if he knocked someone up he didn't stick around to see the result. He'll probably forget your kid exists most of the time until you remind him.

He's a good babysitter. He knows how to keep a child happy. Though, similar to Amias, he isn't really the best at taking care of himself, let alone a child. He'll do his best, though. Definitely better than Amias.

Jackpot

Oh my god, a mini you! He loves you, he loves your kid. He would die for the little thing, honestly. He's probably the second best person with a darling who has a kid, mostly because he's the only one who's responsible enough for himself.

Though, don't let him get ahead of himself. He loves that child, but he might grow protective of it over time, as he does with you. If he's taking them to school, they'll have a long lecture as to why they're never allowed to date anyone for their own safety because everyone is rotten garbage compared to someone who came from HIS darling.

The kid might end up terrified, in the long-run.

Gambit

If Jackpot is second, Gambit is definitely first. He'd be like a father figure to your child, and love them unconditionally. He's gentle at heart, even if a bit misguided. He's caring, and he's well-mannered

He'd know exactly how to calm the kiddo down, and would always be a second parent to them. They can trust him! Except, he may get a bit too comfortable and start sharing his twisted ideologies with the kid. Before you know it, the kid starts replicating Gambit's less than ideal tendencies.

[jaeyunluvr]

love you, unconditionally (part 1)

synopsis best friends jake and sunghoon comfort reader who can't get over her ex. sunghoon is in love with the reader. pt.2

'hey guys, you busy? can you both come over?' that one text was all it took for jaeyun and sunghoon to rush to your apartment with all the comfort they had in the world, to offer it to you. they were your best friends ever since you knew life. they sensed you weren't okay. and you weren't the one to ask help for little struggles. they were your moral support and the only people you trusted with all your heart. they cried with you in your sorrow, they laughed with you in your joy, they fought your difficulties like it were their own nemesis. and you did the same to them. it's said to be two peas in a pod, but you three have managed to accommodate another one.

"y/n?" jaeyun knocked your door softly, his tone laced with concern as him and sunghoon waited patiently for you to open the door.

there were tears dripping down your chin and your eyes red with all the sobbing. you frantically wiped your tears, not wanting to worry your friends much, even thought it would be obvious by just looking at your face that you have been crying for a long time. you dragged yourself to the main door of your little apartment, and paused.

now all of sudden you didn't feel like facing them. you felt pathetic for crying over a guy that left you long ago, that you left long ago, both on good terms. just this one fact that your heart never stopped loving him despite everything that he did wrong to you (which you would never point out), despite being warned and despite being hurt more than once.

well now that you've called them here, you had to face them. so you opened the door and found both of them panting lightly, faces filled with absolute worry.

you looked them in the eye, and suddenly you felt thankful for having them, all the emotions came rushing through your veins once again as tears started brimming in your eyes. your lips turned into a pout and you started crying badly again.

jaeyun sighed with concern and held you by the shoulders and brought you inside, as sunghoon closed the door. jaeyun bent a little to look at your face and seeing you cry hurt him so bad. he was an emotional guy, he couldn't handle to see his best friend cry like that, so he wrapped his arms around your figure, dropping his head to the crook of your neck as he engulfed you into the warmest hug ever. sunghoon wrapped his arm around jaeyun's shoulders as he patted your head in order to give you comfort.

after a little bit of crying, three of you gathered on the couch, both of them sitting on your either side, all ready to listen to you rant.

you didn't say a word. you didn't know what to say. being honest even you questioned yourself. why does it hurt this much? why were you crying now? why can't you move on? why were you not ready to let anyone else love you?

sunghoon cleared his throat and proceeded to start a conversation.

"we know the reason you're crying right now. but why did it trigger you all of sudden, y/n?" his tone was sweet, like it was made of honey. he spoke very carefully knowing you were fully sensitive right now and every word could they said could effect you.

"i don't know hoon. i don't know what triggered me but... this feeling i have for him. i don't how to erase it. i'm not even ready to let him go, even if everything is in my head. it's like i'm gonna leave a piece of me with him, a very precious part of me." your voice started wavering, and a lump formed in your throat once again.

jaeyun grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours, with his other hand on top of yours. and you continued to speak, inhaling sharply.

"i don't think i can ever love somebody like i love him, even if he doesn't love me back, even if he has hurt me. i can never say anything to him and i just cannot bring myself to blame him. my love for him, it's unconditional. even now, if he came back to me after all this time, i would still run into his arms like nothing ever happened."

jaeyun sighed, "y/n that's not-"

"i know. i know that's not how it's supposed to be. i know i have to let him go, i need to move on. i know i would find somebody who would treat me better than him. rationally, i understand all these things. but it's quite difficult to push my heart out of this mess. i have tried so many different ways, i just can't. i don't think loving someone like i love him will be possible to anyone else. i would literally do anything for him."

sunghoon didn't know what to say, because he understood every word you said. he related to each and every word. he loved you unconditionally too, he was not ready to let you go too, he would literally do anything for you too. he didn't know the solution, just as you didn't. it hurt him to see you speak of another man like this, but there was nothing he could do, because he knew what exactly you felt.

he sensed you might start crying again, because you cried every time you had to speak your heavy heart out like this.

"i'll go get something for you to eat, we just rushed here so we didn't have time to grab something on the way." sunghoon spoke as he got up and walked to your front door, carefully shutting it close behind him.

jaeyun was not having this. he couldn't see both of his best friends hurt like this, not when there was a way.

"y/n. it's been what? 7 months since you broke up with your ex. you have to move on because we know for a fact that he isn't coming back. and we know for a fact that he can never give you back the love that you gave him all this time. see you have to get yourself together and do it yourself. nobody can get into your head and change things for you. even if you have to force yourself, you have to forget him, it's for the good. only you, can change these depressing days you have, these uncertain emotions that you feel. only you can help yourself."

you nodded as you listened to him. he was right.

"how long will you continue to be like this? all this time, you've never put yourself and your well being first. now it's high time you do that. because again, in the end only you can make yourself happy. and uhh i don't know if this is the right piece of advice but, give sunghoon a chance."

you raised your brow at him. what the hell was he saying?

"sunghoon likes you. you know it too. like hell he loves you. do you know why he doesn't get jealous or angry when you talk about your ex in front of him? because he knows. he knows how it is like to love someone when they don't love you back the same way. he knows how it is like to love someone unconditionally. he's trying to accept the truth that you won't even love him back the same. he's wrong. if you think the same, then you're wrong too. you're just not giving yourself a chance. and that asshole is just suppressing his feelings without even trying."

everything he said was right. you were not willing to let your ex go. you were not willing to give yourself a chance. you unknowingly let yourself get stuck in time, where nothing was going good for you. you realised what jaeyun meant when he said 'it is only you who can repair yourself.'

you knew sunghoon liked you. but you didn't know it was this bad. he never showed it to you of course. but listening to what jaeyun had to say, you have to reconsider your thoughts. you had to let him go. you had to move forward, you had to put yourself first.

just then a door click sound was heard, as sunghoon walked in with lots of food and drinks in his hands. he smiled at you both as he proudly walked in, kicking the door close with his foot. jaeyun being the excited pup he is, realized it was time to flip the mood over and rushed to check the food out.

"there is no way you brought us THIS much ramyeon, hoon." jaeyun gasped dramatically, not even trying to hide his happiness at the amount of food. he rushed to the kitchen bringing out the ramyeon pot as he started boiling the water.

sunghoon walked to you with a little smile, as he noticed you seemed a little better than when they walked in through that door of your apartment.

"you feeling better?" he asked as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, looking down at you oh so lovingly.

it hurt him a lot, seeing you like this. he knows he can treat you better than anyone else on this planet. he knows what you deserve. you deserve the world and he's so ready to place in the palm of your hand. but it were your feelings that mattered. no matter what he does, there is no point if you didn't love him back the same way.

he's had sleepless nights and restless days because of this fact. but before he loved you, he was your best friend. he would always be there for you, even if it meant he had to erase the love he had for you.

you nodded as you looked up at him with your lips curving into a smile. he gently pulled you into a hug as you wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your head into his chest.

sunghoon couldn't hold back at the sight of you finding comfort in him, and left a warm little kiss on the top of your head, ruffling your hair as he pulled away from the hug.

he smiled at you again as he held your hand, dragging you to the kitched to join jaeyun, as they proceeded to make your day better.

maybe, just maybe, giving sunghoon a chance was not a bad idea.

[alinaastarkov]

I kind of fell down the jonrya rabbit hole and would like to hear more opinions. I'm not convinced that George gave up on JonArya. No one has proof of this or can pinpoint exactly where he was abandoned. No character has replaced Arya's importance to Jon and vice versa, and I don't think that will ever happen. Their relationship is the strongest in asoaif and is treated as a driving force and something separate from the rest, and I ask myself why. What is the reason for so much emphasis? ADWD is the book with the most clues, since Jon spends a lot of time agonizing over her. He dies for her in the end, and she is his last thought. Not to mention that famous line about the heart, which is very romantic coded. The foreshadowing didn't vanish with the first books, and I truly wonder w h y. Does anyone have any interesting theories about them or speculation?

When I re-read an AMA from George, I was quite surprised by this response.

Has there been a character that you have given a reprieve to, or maybe deviated from the path you originally were going to send them on? If so, whom?

No, not really.

In some cases the chronologies have diverged from what I originally intended, but the overall character arcs remain the same.

This was years after the 1993 outline. And in 2016, he stated that he would continue with the endings he had in mind since 1991.

Also, this is from SSM:

Question: How different is the plot from what he originally envisioned?

GRRM: Not different - just more of it. It has grown in complexity but he likes it that way because it feels real to him. - SSM 2010

Some more quotes.

"But the size is different, and I've introduced some other elements to the books, but it's still the same characters, the '91 characters."

"Some major characters — yes, I always had plans, what Tyrion's arc was gonna be through this, what Arya's arc was gonna be through this, what Jon Snow's arc is gonna be. "

"Who is the most major character you've changed you mind about your plans for?

I don't want to reveal what I've planned for some of these characters, but I'm pretty well on track with most of the major characters. It's minor characters like Bronn that assume greater importance."

After a re-reading, I started to wonder… Why did they give up on being together if they did everything to be by each other's side? They are their true selves with each other, so why shouldn't they be together? Or share their lives together? I've seen some people claim that their relationship will never be the same. And yes, that's true. But isn't that applicable to any relationship in asoiaf? They are deliberately written as something too deep and an intense transcendental bond that no one else has; if they have no chance of thriving, no one does. And as much as George is accused of doing things for shock value, he cares about consistency. He definitely doesn't treat this relationship as trivial to be shattered. Jon is Arya's first priority. He is her home. They love each other unconditionally, and there’s no one Jon loves as much as he does Arya, no doubt on that. My impression is that George may have created an infrastructure for them to end up together somehow. Not necessarily in the way he initially envisioned it, but as soulmates who find refuge in each other and are saved by their unique bond that inspires them to live. Resurrected Jon will probably take the FitzChivalry Farseer route. I doubt he'll come back super damaged because he needs to be reasonably okay for some plot lines. And George always intended for all 5 main characters to survive so.

I would be more inclined to think that everything was scrapped if Jon's arc in ADWD was vastly different. George not only deepened their connection and recycled an old plot line, but also introduced powerful new themes. They are each other's hearts and homes. This approach is very rare in this universe. And no other relationship is treated with this same importance. Why should we pay so much attention to them? What is George's point in this? Like, a lot of time passed between 1993 and 2011. He had more than enough time to rewrite Jon's arc and remove Arya's influence. But he continues to keep these characters intensely and emotionally connected throughout all the books. If he accidentally wrote them as soulmates, wouldn't it be easier to remove it after the first book? I have some vague ideas of what he's going to do with them. But I genuinely don't think it's out of the question as so many fans confidently claim

sorry for taking so long to answer this anon! it was mostly because i agree with everything you said and couldn't think of what to add. i agree there seems to be consensus that george initially planned for them but changed his mind, probably after the first/second book. however, as you say, it then makes no sense that jon's adwd arc is the way it is. for me, it's the most explicitly romantic we get, with many of jon's thoughts (i want my bride back, imagining arya in ramsay's bed, winter's lady etc.) being things a brother cannot innocently think about his sister (despite what some people say and i worry about their relationship with their sibling tbh). if it was scrapped, i wonder how they explain adwd? (they mostly don't, explain it away as platonic, or pretend these thoughts are just about his 'family'). there's also the fact that george's affc outline (before affc and adwd were split) had jon going to and probably dying in hardhome, removing his rescue of arya and betrayal because of that entirely. george explicitly altered his adwd plot to include more arya. i frankly would be amazed at the ga's lack of awareness of the books they claim to love if j*nsas didn't exist

[isa-ghost]

You know why I’m here. Give me your hot take of FitMC and Missa dynamic. 👀 I’m gonna enable brainrot.

I SEE YOU, WIFE OF MINE. YOU'RE NOT SUBTLE.

Obviously this applies to their dynamic in AMFMN AND my take on what Would Be in canon.

Fit and Missa seem like mega opposites on the surface, but in reality, there are a couple things they're on the same page, same paragraph, same letter on. One such thing is how viciously they'll protect their loved ones. You fuck with their partner, their closest friends, or their kids and you're getting unbridled rage the likes of which you'll never want to be on the receiving end of again.

In complete tone whiplash, they're also both fantastic flirts. Will they fumble a little maybe? Oh yeah. Fit having rizz let alone an extensive social network is hella new to him, and Missa is, well,,, Missa. Exploding with energy and too in love with the target of his affection to keep all that energy contained. And that's assuming the self-worth demons aren't beating him to death with hammers but I digress. When they're both confident and whatnot, Fit & Missa have hella flirt game. Phil would know.

They both put family first unconditionally. Fit puts Pac & Ramon before anything, and Missa puts Phil, Chayanne & Lullah before anything including himself. They will both kill AND die for their families.

Given they're so similarly motivated, they work together seamlessly. Fit might be a bit more quick to act or opt for violence sooner than Missa, and Missa might be easily consumed by anxiety or a fear of failure, but really there's not much that sets them apart.

Getting silly here again: Fit 🤝🏻 Missa -> Big Fuckass Weapon. Missa has his reaper scythe, and Fit has a whole arsenal; the trident, his plain scythe, his potato cannon, and I personally love to headcanon him with a massive fuckoff warhammer.

Okay so bear with me here, this one's VERY headcanon but I'd like to apply it to canon bc we're never getting deep Missa lore like this so Let Me Cook: Fit and Missa both have "superiors" looming behind them that would fuck a Lot of what they have going for them on Quesadilla Island up. Fit has Madagio, obviously. Not much else needs to be said about that. Missa, however, has his grim reaper "superior(s)." I haven't worked out the details of how they function, but grim reapers take their job of reaping & guiding passed souls very very seriously. It's a demanding job, which is why Missa is away so often, frequently with little to no notice to anyone, even Phil. Well, what Missa is doing (falling in love, making mortal friends, a mortal family, etc) is pretty risky for a reaper. He's living that Doomed To Lose Everyone trope and the fact that Phil is immortal and therefore he won't lose him is a huge reason he fell in love with him. WELL, obviously living through repetitive inevitable loss like that can take a HUGE toll on someone mentally & emotionally. For a reaper, potentially to the point of being incapable of doing their job when the time comes. By doing what he's doing on QI, Missa is risking exactly that. Reapers have a major "rule" of Don't Get Attached, and ya boy is VERY VERY attached to a lot of QI residents. Death Themselves would not be very pleased by that and would perceive it as a threat to Missa's ability to do his job in an instant. I'd like to think he's been keeping all his QI shenanigans on the downlow to any & all reapers, for the sake of keeping heat off himself & his loved ones. So yeah. He and Fit both are hiding attachments they shouldn't have from their superiors.

Both Fit and Missa are simultaneously "kick ass first, ask questions later" and "this is something we need to plan carefully" people. How does this work, you ask? Well. They're both strategic people who know a lot about fights and tense situations, not to mention the Federation isn't a case where they can stomp their shit in and then get what they want. But they're also both heavy hitters when it comes to PVP and a lot of times it's easier to bonk a motherfucker and Then get answers. No Thoughts Only Eliminate Threat.

When something goes wrong, if it isn't a personal matter, the first thing they do is consult one of the people they trust most. This could be Phil, Pac, or Roier. You can guess who would go to who (they'd both go to Phil).

Missa is often susceptible to anxiety & mental spirals. It's not like Fit isn't, but he's had loads of experience learning to keep a level head no matter what and knows better than most that being pragmatic is what'll keep you alive longest. In other words, in times of crisis, Fit is excellent at grounding Missa and getting him to lock in during moments that call for it.

I feel like both of them have garbage sleeping habits. Be it because they stay up too late bc they're busy with something, can't stay asleep long, or some other reason, they just both strike me as night owls, potentially against their wills.

Which is funny because I can also see them both being early risers who appreciate the morning. Fit and his routine with Morning Crew, Missa and his Grim Reaper Appreciation for the small things in life, like the peaceful quiet of early day, the sun only just starting to warm things, etc etc.

Something something don't bring up Spreen when they're both around because that'll get tense and awkward Quick.

I don't know if I'd consider Fit loud, but I feel like he has this accidental habit of jumpscaring the shit out of Missa by simply existing one way or another because Missa can be so easy to startle sometimes. It's a running joke between them.

I am an unapologetic believer that Fit and Missa both have nasty tempers when you REALLY piss them off, even if it takes a Lot to push them to that point.

Just sayin', Phil and Pac would NOT be able to contain themselves if they watched their partners spar.