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summary: after Rafe finds out the truth about you and Hollis, he comes back from Morocco, expecting you to be gone, but you refuse to leave without trying to work things out first
word count: 1.7k.
warnings: part 2 spoilers, angst and fluff, pogue reader, arguments, trust issues
a/n: i stand Sofia and Rafe, guys. need them together asap đ
âI think I told you to get the fuck out of my house, Y/N?â Itâs the first thing you hear when Rafe walks through the front door of his house, throwing his bag on the floor and walking right past you, not even looking in your direction. You get up from the couch, wiping your sweaty hands on your pants.Â
Your chest feels tight, and your eyes are still swollen and red from the amount of crying as you silently follow him to the kitchen. That one stupid decision can cost you everything, including the man you love, and for the past few days, all you have been able to do is cry and curse yourself for being so stupid.Â
You stop when Rafe leans forward with his hands on the counter, his back is unusually tense, you feel anger radiating from him even from a distance and itâs all your fault, you know that.Â
âWe need to talk.â You whisper, coming closer and hugging yourself with your arms.Â
âI have nothing to talk to you about.âÂ
âRafe, please. I need to explain.â He turns around suddenly, blue eyes colder than you have ever seen. You almost step back from Rafeâs intense gaze, because never before were you at the receiving end of that look. He was nothing but sweet and kind to you during your entire relationship, so losing that privilege hurts you even more.Â
He tries to hold back, tries to calm himself down at the image of your looking at him so sadly, with regret written all over your face. Rafe breathes heavily, trying to hide the pain of feeling played by youâthe only person he thought he could trust wholeheartedly. He hates that even now, even with the anger raging inside him, he still feels that instinct to protect you, to calm you.
Hurts at the realisation that he doesn't want to lose you, that a part of him feels like he cannot survive without you, that even after what youâve done he canât let you go. He doesnât want you to actually leave him alone.Â
âThe fuck you need to explain? The way you betrayed me, huh?â He takes slow steps towards you, intimidating, almost threatening, but his voice shakes with emotions. âThe way you went behind my back with that bitch Hollis to screw me up and make me lose my money? I fucking trusted you, I gave you everything and you still did that to me.â Rafeâs face was just inches from yours and you were unable to take your eyes from his, unable to even deny it, because he was not wrong.Â
âI know, Rafe, I know!â You sob, unable to hold back your tears. âI never wanted to hurt you, I never meant to set you up like that. I was angry at you and she appeared at that exact moment, and...Â
âShe was fucking angry!â He yells, throwing his hands up in the air. You flinch but still stay your ground.Â
âBecause you hurt me, Rafe!â
âBullshit. I did nothing but take care of you.â
âI heard what you told your friends.â You yell back, not caring about trying to communicate properly anymore. You were wrong for doing that, yes, but the way his words made you feel at that moment was probably the worst pain youâve ever experienced, so it wasnât like you were the only one to blame. âThat youâre not living with a pogue, that you have standards, that weâre just hooking up... I heard it all, Rafe. How did you expect me to react to that, huh?â
You see a slight shift of recognition or even regret in his eyes, but he quickly goes back to his previous coldness.Â
âSo you made me lose my money because of this shit?âÂ
âI know that it was wrong, okay? But... but do you understand what I felt at that moment? Do you understand how much it hurt me to hear it?â You sob again, desperately trying to wise away all of the tears that were streaming down your face. Youâre barely able to speak properly with the lump in your throat, but you push it away because you feel thereâs only one chance for you to get things straight with Rafe.Â
He stays silent, his brows are knitted, whether in still-lingering anger or in a hint of regret and frustration because of the way you were feeling. Rafe always hated seeing you cry, seeing you hurt in any type of way, even if he hasnât always been able to admit or express it, and now part of him is more angry at himself than at you. Your trembling frame, the way your shoulders shake with each sob, chips away at his anger, leaving only the fear of losing you.
âWeâve been together for more than a year, Rafe. Iâ I thought that it meant something to you. That I mean something to you. I was hoping that maybe all of your kook and pogue bullshit was long forgotten, but you didnât even hesitate to say that to Topper.â Your voice is filled with sadness and despair, and you are aware that you are probably looking a mess right now. All you can do is just wipe your face with the loose sleeves of your shirt, sniffing in between your words and trying to make your voice less shaky.Â
"How was I supposed to feel?" How would you feel if you were in my situation, Rafe? If I said you did not mean anything to me and I was just having a good time?" You ask, but donât get an answer. Instead, he just looks at you silently, with a blank expression, because he knows that he wouldâve gone absolutely crazy. âI love you. I did for a long time, but you made me feel as if I was nothing to you. Just another pogue that you despise, that you keep around for fun until you find someone better and just dump!â Placing a hand on your violently beating heart, you take a deep breath before continuing.Â
âIt was stupid. I regretted it as soon as I did it and I wanted to tell you, but you had already signed the contract. I know I hurt you with what I did. But can you really say you didnât hurt me first?âÂ
âMaybe I shouldnât have said it. I didnât⌠I didnât mean it like that. He finally mutters, his voice quieter now. âBut you donât get it, Y/N. All my life, everyoneâs expected me to be a certain way, to follow the same fucking rules I donât even believe in. I thought⌠I thought if I kept us under the radar, Iâd protect you from that. And you know how hard it is for me to open upâthat I donât want to let people in because everyone ends up leaving me.âÂ
âI never meant to betray you, I never wanted to be another person who hurts you, Rafe.â You feel like you are about to collapse, burying your face in your hands and crying.Â
It feels like a joke of your spiraling mind at first, but when your body suddenly gets embraced in a familiar warmth and scent, you break down completely. Rafe hugs you around your shoulders and you wrap your hands around his waist, gripping the back of his shirt and hiding your face in his chest. Youâre sniffing and trembling, unable to breathe properly, until you feel his hand at the back of your head and his low voice shushing you.Â
âBreathe, baby. Just breathe. âS okay.â He rocks both of you from side to side until your breathing straightens. The steady beating of his heart soothes you quickly, until your tears get dry on your face. âI shouldnât have said that. Iâm sorry. I was an idiot for not protecting you the way I shouldâve.â You feel him slightly leaning down. Slow, delicate kisses being left on your temple, on your cheek, and with a slight movement of your head, Rafeâs able to capture your lips.Â
Your face is still sticky with tears, and your lips are swollen, but neither of you care as you start to melt against him. Itâs been way to long since he left for Morocco. The stress that youâve experienced from your fight and from the fact that you were going crazy about his safety was overwhelming.Â
While he was kissing you slowly, you both realized how hard it was to stay apart for that long, not sure of what was happening between you two.Â
âIâm sorry that you lost so much money because of me.â You mumbled when he pulled away, resting his forehead on yours.Â
âYou know itâs not the damn money I actually care about. I thought that I was wrong about you, that I lost you, Y/N.â You shake your head against his, caressing the sides of his face with your hands.Â
Rafe lifts his free hand that was not holding your waist, placing it on top of your hand and you see the way his tense shoulders immediately relax at the feeling of his motherâs ring still on your finger.Â
âWeâre making it official. I donât care about this pogue bullshit, donât care about whatever Topper with his crazy bitch or other kooks think about it. Iâm not wasting my time anymore.â You smile through happy tears now, looking Rafe in the eyes, seeing that familiar warmth that you were afraid to never experience again. He smirks back at you, holding you tighter against his chest. âNo more hiding and lying, yeah, baby? I love you.âÂ
âY-yes. No more of that stuff. I love you too, Ray.â You giggle before he drags you even closer to kiss you again.Â
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Heyyy, can I request an ff where Sylus and Mc are having their intimate moment but they forgot to close the door so Luke and Kieran accidentally saw them?
Ahhh a request! Hi Annonie!
Thank you so much for trusting me with your request! I actually never saw that coming, so I'm kind of both nervous and excited at the same time!
Life has been busy recently and I didn't have much time to write but your request was spinning in the back of my head! And this was so much fun to write!
I changed my style for a more comedic route this time and kept things lighthearted, hope that's okay!
Love, Cheri đ
⧠Sylus - Private Surprise
Pairing: Sylus x You Word Count: 826 Tags: established relationship, comedy, suggestive content (kissing, making out, no smut tho), luke and kieran being adorkable
It's Friday night, and you have eagerly accepted your boyfriend's invitation to spend the weekend at his villa in the N109 Zone.
After a long, challenging week, the chance to spend a few days with him couldn't have come at a better time, and your heart fluttered when he picked you up to have dinner together before driving you both back to his place.
You're standing by the sideboard in his living room, about to pour yourself a drink, when Sylus suddenly appears behind you on silent toes, putting his hands on your hips.
''Mmm, I missed you, KittenâŚ''
He whispers in your ear, grazing it with the tip of his nose.
Slowly, the silver-haired man moves his head down your neck, gently placing soft kisses there. His touch on your skin sends a tingle through your body, and you can't help but close your eyes and tilt your neck, giving him more space as he moves down to your shoulder.
''S-Sylus⌠Luke and Kieran will be here anytime soon.''
You stutter nervously while his hands move to the hem of your shirt, slowly sliding beneath the fabric to find the soft skin of your stomach, a smirk forming on his lips. ''Don't worry about the twins, Sweetie. I've sent them off to pick something up for meâthey'll be busy for a while.''
Even though your pulse is racing with excitement, you set your glass back on the sideboard and turn around with a teasing smile, crossing your arms to appear nonchalant. ''Oh! So this is the surprise you mentioned earlier? I seeâŚ''
''No KittenâŚ'' Sylus replies with a smug grin, unfazed by your cheeky attitude. Even though you are pretending to be indifferent, your flushed face gives you away. With one swift move, he lifts your hips and places you on the sideboard, stepping between your thighs as he spreads them with his strong hands. ''...the surprise is yet to come.''
The red-eyed man leans closer, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss before hungerily sliding his tongue out, inviting himself into your mouth. A soft gasp escapes your lips as you willingly let him in and wrap your arms around his neck, returning his kiss passionatly.
Lost in the heat of the moment, you don't hear the front door being opened and steps echoing in the hallway, coming closerâŚ
''Boss, the address turned out to be wrong. We-''
You both startle and your heads swivel toward the voice when the door swings open and Luke and Kieran enter the living room, suddenly freezing in their movements as their eyes meet you and Sylus.
Obviously caught in a very intimate moment.
''O-Oh shit!! Boss?! MC??'' Kieran squeaks, while Luke throws his hands over his mask in an attempt to cover his eyes. Shrill screams echo through the huge villa, and Sylus raises an irritated eyebrow, unsure who's louderâthe twins or you!
Panicked, the young men try to escape the awkward situation by running off, but Kieran stumbles over a pouf, grabs Luke's arm, and causes both of them to trip and fall to the floor instead.
''Waaah, my eyes, my eeeyes!'' Luke whines, rubbing his hands frantically on his mask, while Kieran tries to gather himself from the floor, still paralyzed by embarrassment.
The twins feel like they just walked into their parents!
''Argh, enough now!'' Sylus snarls and pulls away from you, giving you space to quickly jump off the sideboard and hide behind his large form so you can fix your disheveled state. With a single motion of his hand, the twins are swiftly thrown out of the living room, the door slamming shut behind them with a loud bang.
''N-NooâŚ!'' You cover your face with your hands in embarrassment, feeling the heat flood your cheeks.
Why didn't you lock the damn door?
''I'll never be able to face them again!'' You whine, wishing the ground would open up beneath you and swallow you whole.
Sylus lets out an amused huff and gently grips your wrists, pulling it away from your flushed face to look at you. ''I feel like the twins aren't any better, Kitten.''
The next morning, the twins are nowhere to be seen when you and Sylus have breakfast in the dining room. And even for the rest of your stay, there is no sign of them, anywhere.
Once you're back home, you find a small gift basket on your doorstep, filled with your favorite sweets, flowers, and plushies. As you approach, you catch a glimpse of two shadows hiding around the corner of your stairway, watching you closely from afar.
Pretending you didn't see them, you pick up the basket, fish for the note inside, and chuckle as you read it silently:
''Sorry MC! We won't tell anyone! Promise!
xoxo, Luke and Kieran
p.s.: Luke has serious questions about the 'sideboard moment' but don't worry, he's too embarrassed to ask.
p.p.s.: Next time, maybe a 'Do Not Disturb' sign?"
Thank you for reading!
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That'd be all fine and dandy if you were a god, but you're not a god, you're a goddamn animal.
"a sustainable pace that people have the time to adjust to." And other fairy tales we tell children.
That's not a "reasonable adult", this is just Pseudo-Mature Juvenile Idealist vs Strawman Anarkiddie.
One of these opinions makes the effort to sound reasonable, but they're both living in an idealist fantasy. They're both disconnected from reality. You can't control the pace of change, you especially can't do change in a comfortable way, it's always uncomfortable, and you just have to grit your teeth and get through it. Do you honestly think yourself or the thoughts and feelings of any other human being so important that time itself will stop to accommodate you? Grow the fuck up. It doesn't matter how much you say you know about how violent and harmful the current system is or how to transition seemlessly into a less harmful one, you act like you don't know shit.
Neither of the simple minded opinions expressed in the post work, because all they do is put themselves at the center of the universe, valuing what would be best and most comfortable for them personally. They don't go at the pace of the world and then whine and bitch when it doesn't match them. The world waits for no one, it leaves heads everywhere spinning, and it doesn't care who has time to adjust for it. You can battle everyone else on tumblr big brain to brain but you're both crushed by actual reality. You look like a fool, a limp wristed coward with a weak back and a sensitive stomach who wants things to happen comfortably, and if not comfortably, not happen at all.
Newsflash bestie, reasonable adults don't have to call attention to the fact that they're reasonable adults, and it doesn't make you look smart, and it doesn't make you look cool, it just makes you look like a desperate poser. The first thing you should learn when you become an adult is that there are no reasonable adults, yourself included. You willingly and consciously dumb down the opinions of your critics into a straw man to beat in front of an audience. It's not an oversight, or a misunderstanding, you're just a frightened selfish animal like everyone else on this planet, working closer to your own personal comforts. You think you're better than these people, but you're not, you're basic. You're no better, you don't know any better. You. Ain't. Shit. Mate.
tldr; Fuck you I'm drunk as shit.
a reasonable adult: Instead of operating by this extremely harmful and violent system that causes constant long-term damage, I think we should slowly transfer to a less-harmful system, gradually moving from the current conventions to less and less damaging ones in a sustainable pace that people have the time to adjust to. a tumblr intellectual who has never been outside: No. Evil. Die. We must all jump right into an extremely radical Perfectly Perfect System created in my image, and everyone who can't or won't just jump into doing something completely different than what they're used to doing, in one single step overnight, is a Bad And Evil Stupid Person and must be punished with violence until they stop being Bad And Evil.
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Hi, I was just wondering if you could do a bottom Tara x top g!p female reader fic?!
where Tara and reader are dating but when sam finds out she forbids reader to come over to their apartment the only time they see each is in college. So T and R are texting 24/7 and one evening things get a little spicy like they start sexting ig sending stuff too each other (if you get what I mean) then Tara decides to sneak out because she's missing reader (vice versa) and goes to reader's apartment and they do it for the first time also could it be soft smut and some aftercare maybe. It's just T and R being gay af!
You don't have to do this btw thanks either way!Bye have a good day/night :)
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SMUT! Bottom Tara Carpenter x Top G!P Female Reader
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âYou are what?!â the scream Sam let out echoed through the apartment making absolutely everyone present, you and Tara included, flinch. This was not the reaction you hoped for, though Tara did warn you it would probably be like this. You had no idea how bad it would get.
âWe are dating,â Tara repeated and you could tell by the way she reached out and grabbed your hand that she desperately needed to feel your touch to calm down. How could Sam not see that? See beyond the fact that she herself didnât know you?
âAbsolutely not! Tara you met her what? A month ago?â Sam was not accepting this at all. You could see the fury in her eyes as she looked at you as if you immediately threatened to hurt her sister. You knew what the reason was and you definitely couldn't blame her for it. But it still hurt to see she didn't trust Tara's judgment. Tara was an adult. She went through even more than Sam did and she just wanted to live her life, which included falling in love and dating, and you hoped one day moving in with you so you could build your future together.
Yeah. You were whipped.
âFour months, actually,â Tara rolled her eyes. The two of you met in college on the first day. You sat next to each other and immediately got along and fast forward three months, some time after she had opened up to you about how she was attacked and nearly killed by one of her closest friends, she just asked you out and you accepted it. You definitely developed a crush on her a lot sooner than that, and while that wasn't important at the moment you really believed Tara knew that all along. She just had a way of knowing just how you felt about her, in her own words, you were an open book in her eyes.
âThat's not nearly long enough,â Sam pointed the finger at you, the fury in her eyes not fading even slightly.
âHey, Sam wait!â Tara tried to stop her sister, but it was too late.
âOut right now. If I ever see you close to Tara things will not end well for you,â you had no doubts about just how serious Sam was and you saw Taraâs jaw dropping.
âWhat the fuck Sam?!â Tara screamed at her sister and quickly turned to you as you got up. âNo this isn't what I want!â she jumped to her feet after you and stepped in front of you. âHey, just listen to me, this isn't what I want,â it hurt you to see her like this, in pain and afraid, and her eyes already filling with tears.
For the first time since you came to the apartment you glared at Sam.
âCome on Sam give it girl a chance,â Chad tried to get her to see reason but a single glare shut him down.
âI will not risk Tara's safety,â Sam would not listen, in fact, she stood up as if to show you the way out. You swallowed the lump in your throat as Tara grabbed onto your hand to keep you from leaving, tears were falling down her face.
âI don't want this, please,â her hands trembled as she said that and for a moment you stopped glaring at Sam.
Your eyes softened and you gently brushed the tears off Taraâs face. âI know you,â whispered and leaned down to kiss her, Sam be damned. Tara relaxed into the kiss, realizing you werenât going to leave her, and she kissed your back and poured all of her love into that one single kiss. When you separated you turned to Sam returning her glare without flinching for a single moment.
Sam was intimidating there was no doubt about it, but this was a lot more important. âYou can try all you want, Sam, you will not scare me away. Got it? Drop the protective big sister bullshit because no one gets to make my girlfriend cry. Not even you,â the temperature in the room dropped when you said that and you could tell everyone just got on the verge of running away and you could not blame them.
Sam looked even more furious, she looked ready to spit fire and rain hell upon you, but you stood your ground. And to make your defiance even more clear you stepped around Tara and faced her sister head on with nothing blocking her path.
Sam remained silent for now, just glaring at you and you nodded, feeling like this ended about as well as it could. âGlad that's clear, Iâll see you later Sam,â you made your point clear, there was no reason to stick around because hanging out with Tara at this point, in this situation and in their apartment wouldnât do any good for anyone, you and Tara especially.
~X~
She absolutely won the lottery. She would never try to even purchase a ticket because all her luck was just spent on getting the most amazing, badass girlfriends she could ever hope for. Did the way you talked back to Sam make her wet? Yes, yes it did.
Would she have gone to her room to handle that if everyone else still wasnât at the apartment? Yes, she would have.
Would she do it tonight? Absolutely.
~X~
After what happened last week you and Tara kept seeing each other only at college, and that, more often than not, led to both of you just ditching the classes and getting coffee and croissants from a local bakery you both loved to visit. You did not expect that single decision to haunt you for the rest of the week. You both thought you were just that slick about it as you skipped several classes over the past week just so you spend time together and act like an actual couple instead of two people hiding from the world.
The world in this case being Tara's sister.
If Tara started failing classes because of her absence, well, that would be entirely on Sam.
~X~
Tara should have seen the trouble coming from a mile away. She just had too much fun today, walking with you in the park, grabbing breakfast, you even managed to catch a movie, and it was actually a good one! And to make things even better Tara couldn't keep her hand away from your own, constantly holding it as you went from one place to another.
And then the world just turned against her. She opened the doors and saw Sam expecting her with a stern look on her face, and arms crossed, sitting at the table in the kitchen.
She was in so much trouble.
âYou were with her, weren't you?â well she couldn't exactly confess, so she would at least try to deny it. What were the chances that Sam had an actual proof Tara skipped classes with you?
âWe were catching up on some lesson we missed, so classes got extended,â Tara lied a bit easier than she thought she would, but she figured the habits she picked up on while she was living with her mother were difficult to get rid of.
âDo not lie to me, Tara!â she flinched at Samâs shout. âI went to pick you up and you weren't there. And when I asked your classmates if you even came to the classes, they told me neither of you showed up today!â Tara was caught pretty much red-handed and Sam knew it.
Tara sighed and sat down across the table. âYou can't expect me to break up with her, Sam. I love her!â she was getting frustrated by Sam's behavior. Why couldn't her sister just let her go, just let her live her own life.
âTara, you don't love her, you don't even know her properly! She could be dangerous,â this paranoia had to stop, because Sam saw everyone that tried to approach Tara as an enemy, as someone Tara needed protection from.
âSam do you hear yourself?â Tara couldnât deal with it anymore. âWe are living with Quinn and she keeps bringing random guys to the apartment! Any one of them could be as psycho that just gets up one night and kills all three of us. You don't know those guys, yet you let Quinn bring them along!â Terra pointed out, exasperated by Sam not being able to see logic in her words, more importantly she was furious because Sam wouldn't trust her judgment.
She knew you. She had complete trust in you. And she got betrayed in a worse way than Sam did, after all while Richie was Samâs boyfriend, Amber has been Taraâs friend for over a decade by that point.
âThat isn't how Ghostface works and you know that,â Sam argued back. Ghostface this, Ghostface that. Tara was getting sick of it.
How could Sam not see it? âGhostface isn't the only psycho, Sam! I can't live my life fearing that anyone I meet is going to turn out to be a psychotic killer. I want to live Sam, I fell in love and I want to enjoy that! I want to be with Y/N!â she desperately hoped Sam would just for once listen to her.
Yet Sam acted like a broken record. âWe don't know her,â and Tara knew it wouldnât matter how long you spent trying to get Samâs trust. Sam would never know you âwell enoughâ, Sam wouldnât even try to get to know you.
âSo what? I'm just supposed to fall in love with Chad? Because who else is left?â Tara demanded, but she might as well be talking in an entirely different language.
âThis conversation is over, youâre grounded for a week,â Sam stood up and stormed into her room, leaving utterly flabbergasted Tara alone.
What a great way to spend the week off from classes.
~X~
Five days, thatâs how long this tortureâs been going on and Tara felt like she was about to lose her mind. And she was supposed to last an entire week?! The remaining two days felt like they would never end because each day seemed to drag out more than the previous one, even witconstant texting between the two of you. She turned in her bed for what felt like the hundredth time and her bed showed it. Messy twisted blanket, crumpled sheets, her head resting only on the corner of her pillow as she once again got on her back and stared at the ceiling. Sam was being unfair. Mindy had Anika, her and Sam were living with Quinn, who they didnât know beforehand, and Tara was sure Sam had something going on with that Danny guy, and Chad was also occasionally flirting with girls! She was the only one who couldnât have what she wanted.
Her phone buzzed and she immediately scrambled out of the blankets to take it. Curse her battery for needing to be charged! Tara quickly unlocked her phone and saw the message was from you.
Y/N: You need to see this!
Underneath it she saw the cutest Instagram reel of a puppy surrounded by ducklings.
Tara: đđđ They are so cute!
Your answer was immediate.
Y/N: Not as cute as certain someone, but itâll have to do đ
Tara fell back on her bed, a ridiculously wide smile already making its way to her face. Fuck, she missed you so much. âYeah? Certain someone?â she replied and her breath hitched when you sent her a selfie wearing a very soft looking shirt and grinning at her, and all of that could be manageable, if only Taraâs eyes didnât immediately go to your lips and she realized itâs been way too long since she got to kiss you. She needed to feel your lips on her own, on her neck, on⌠fuck, what if you went lower. She bit her lower lip, studying your face, imagining your smiles, the way you looked at her.
Y/N: Tara? Baby? Youâve left me on seen for five minutes
That message temporarily snapped her out of her daydreaming. Or would it be nightdreaming? She never really thought of the logic behind the word. And she was desperately trying to ignore the desire gradually, scratch that, rapidly building inside of her.
Tara: I miss you
She finally replied and glanced back at your selfie as you typed the response.
Y/N: I kiss you too
Y/N (edited): I miss you too
Tara burst out laughing and quickly covered her mouth. âI saw it! Canât take it back!â she replied only to barely hold her laughter back when you just replied with âShit.â She smiled fondly, taking pity on you.
Tara: I want to kiss you too, so, so bad. I keep thinking about it and other things all the time
There, she confessed, knowing you were still prone to getting embarrassed and all shy about how affectionate Tara could get. Randomly kissing your cheek or hugging you when she knew you least expected was easily her favorite thing to do. The clear embarrassment on your face and the hitched breath, and especially the way you would freeze for a moment kept Tara entertained.
You had your own ways to mess with her, though she suspected you werenât doing it on purpose. You would just go ahead and pull her chair out for her to sit, or bring her favorite coffee along when you would meet up and it was really messing her up to feel so cared for after years of neglect. It was yet another reason why she was so mad at Sam because she feared she wouldnât be able to forgive her sister if Samâs suspicious nature chased you away.
Y/N: Other things?
Hook, line, and sinker.
Tara opened her camera and switched to video. She winked at it and then turned it lower, to her waist, making sure to capture every detail as she unbuttoned her jeans and just brushed her fingers over the zipper, taunting you. She slowly panned the camera up her body while trailing the path with her hand. âOther things,â she was well aware of the sliver of her skin the camera caught when she pushed her shirt up. âVery specific things,â she whispered as seductively as she could, which, well, she didnât have experience with seducing people, but she knew sheâd get the desired effect with you as her hand brushing between her breasts moved the shirt in a way that emphasized her cleavage. And then she returned the camera to her face to show you she was lightly biting the corner of her lower lip.
She didnât hesitate one moment before sending it.
You saw the message immediately, yet you didnât respond, and Tara may have been stuck between getting nervous and completely confident in her charms. Minutes later she finally saw you typing.
Y/N: Tara
She could hear the exasperation in your message, yet she just sent âYes, Baby? đĽşâ
Y/N: Look at you acting all innocent
Yeah, she knew she was being rather mischievous. Even more so when she just replied with: âBut I am all innocentâ she waited a moment, imagining you rolling your eyes and not immediately noticing the word play.
Tara: All innocent and inexperienced, just waiting for you to touch me
She put her phone under her shirt and took a photo, making sure there was just enough light to tease the details of her bra and sent it to you.
Your reply made her squeeze her thighs together. You sent her another photo, this time of you in front of a mirror, your hand covering the bulge in your pants and Tara caught herself wondering, and not for the first time, how big you were.
âDonât tease me,â she sent you a voice message, whining as she cupped her breast, as her mind created the images of you taking her, fucking her. Instead of a message you actually called her and she resisted cursing because she was about to unzip her jeans and slip her hand inside. âHey,â she whispered, trying to figure out if she could still do it.
âIâm teasing? Do you have any idea what you did to me?â your voice sounded strained an she knew you were in just as much of a dilemma as she was, only you seemed to be stronger than her, because if she didnât do something about the lust she felt she wouldnât be able to fall asleep.
âI know,â she admitted, biting back a moan as she slipped her hand into her jeans and teased her pussy over her panties. Fuck, she was already wet. âY/N,â if only you were here with her, touching her, fucking her. âAre you hard?â
âWhat do you think?â you replied and she knew the answer. âI havenât seen you in five days and the first thing you send me is that fucking video,â oh, you were cursing. She really got to you and you were definitely getting to her as she pushed her panties aside and slid her fingers through her wet folds.
âYou started it,â Tara tried to defend herself.
âIt was an innocent selfie!â you exclaimed just as she brushed the tip of her finger over her clit.
âFuck, if we donât stop neither of us will be innocent by tomorrow morning,â she moaned into the pillow, stuck between the urge to make herself cum and just sneak out and go to you.
âShit, maybe we shouldnât stop,â she could hear the faint sound of you stroking your cock and probably would have wondered if you could hear her too, but more importantly she made her decision.
âIâll be there in ten,â she absolutely despised herself for pulling her hand out of her jeans and ending the call, but she would quickly get rid of that feeling, she just needed to get to you first.
~X~
You met in front of your apartment with Tara immediately jumping into your arms and kissing you, and you found yourself being pushed against the wall next to your doors as she deepened the kiss. âFuck, finally,â she groaned, pressing her body against yours. âY/N,â she moaned your name, and you felt her grinding against you, not even waiting to get inside.
The effort it took to actually slow down and take her to your bedroom should be studied, but you couldnât let your first time be rough and quick. No, Tara deserved a lot more than that. âEasy, Tara, letâs just go inside,â you barely put your hand over your mouth to quiet the moan when she nibbled on your neck.
âI need you,â she whined, but allowed you to pull her into the apartment and toward the bedroom.
âI know, I know, I need you too,â you confessed, uncomfortably hard, and it only got worse when Tara pushed you onto the bed and straddled your lap. âBut we can take as much time as we want, just take it slow and enjoy our first time instead of rushing through it.â
She felt it when she jumped into your arms, and now that she was straddling your lap. This was what she wanted for so long, yet now that she was looking at you the words you spoke echoed through her mind. Yeah, she would really enjoy that, just taking things slow for once. Slow and steady.
She leaned down, kissing you softly as she brushed her fingers over the fabric of your shirt, reaching up to your shoulders and squeezing lightly when you wrapped your arms around her. âYou sure youâll be able to hold back,â she asked when she pulled back, you were very hard after all.
You ran your fingers through her hair and looked her in the eyes. âIâm not holding anything back,â you promised and kissed her again. Your lips felt so soft, and Tara moaned, she truly missed this feeling. You slid your hand down to her neck and Tara let out a shuddering sigh as she lifted her head up and made it easier for you to kiss her neck. This was good, this was familiar. Making out with you always left her needy and this time wasnât an exception as she felt the heat pooling in her core. âY-Y/N,â she whimpered when you bit her neck slightly, just the way she liked it and Tara slowly began grinding on you. âJust like that,â she whispered as you dragged your tongue up her neck, soothing the burning skin.
âYouâre so beautiful,â you were mesmerized by her, captivated by her beauty. Her breathy moans felt like the most beautiful melody ever created and you were the one causing them. You pulled her shirt up just enough to slip your hands underneath it. You felt the slight shiver of her body as she squirmed a bit at your touch.
âYour hands are a bit cold,â she giggled as your fingertips brushed along her sides. âY/N, that tickles,â she smacked you slightly on the shoulder and saw the grin on your face. âGoofball,â she kissed you quickly.
âSorry,â you muttered, only half-serious as Tara sat up and slowly, in the most tormenting, teasing way possible, took her shirt and bra off. âFuck,â she looked gorgeous and there was no way your eyes werenât giving your thoughts away because you couldnât get them off her body.
Tara smiled at that, sheâs shown you her scars before, so she wasnât worried about your reaction, but this? She was definitely getting an ego boost from this reaction, and the way your cock twitched against her pussy. âYou want me, Y/N? Take me,â she said it. âDo anything you want with me,â and in return sheâd do anything she wanted with you and there were plenty of things she wanted, so many in fact she knew you couldnât do it all tonight.
You cleared your throat and nodded as you sat up yourself and then flipped the two of you around so you were on top of Tara. You looked her in the eyes as you leaned down and, while cupping her breast, licked her already hard nipple. Tara took your own shirt and bra off and watched you as you sucked on her breast while she ran her fingers through your hair, encouraging you to keep going. Her other hand found your breasts and she brushed her thumb against your nipple.
Your tangled bodies moved together. Every touch of your hands left her skin burning, left her body more desperate for your touch, every single brush of your fingers drove her mad with desire. And she still didnât take her jeans or panties off. Your hand went lower until your fingers tugged at her jeans, teasing her and making her moan. âNeed you,â she whispered and felt you nodding as your unzipped her jeans and pulled them down.
âYouâre soaking wet,â you grunted as you slowly rubbed her pussy over her panties. Tara dared to believe you could slip your cock inside her without any troubles with how wet she was if only you werenât so big. You pulled your hand out of her jeans, making her immediately whine.
âY/N, donât tease me, please,â she begged, but luckily you just took a moment to take her jeans and panties off and strip the rest of your clothes as well.
âThatâs your specialty,â you got back on top of her and pushed two fingers inside her pussy, and if she wasnât as aroused as she was she would probably be embarrassed at how easily your fingers slipped in. Your fingers felt so good inside her as you continued kissing and caressing her body and Tara lay there, a moaning mess before your cock was even inside her. She reached down and wrapped her hand around your cock, there was precum leaking out of it as she rubbed the tip with her thumb. âDonât, I wonât last if you do that,â you bit her shoulder a bit rougher than you intended. âI want to cum when Iâm inside you,â you said while bringing her close to her orgasm.
âMe too then. Put it in me, Iâm ready,â she spread her legs for you and kissed you as you blindly reached for the drawer next to your bed and grabbed the condom on top of it. If she didnât quite literally tell you you would be having sex she would have teased you, but as it was she just wanted you to put it on and fuck her.
âAre you sure youâre ready?â you asked as you lined your cock up with the entrance to her pussy. And oh, she was ready, soaking wet, she probably wouldnât even feel any pain. Tara nodded and kissed you once more as she hugged you tightly. She felt the tip of your cock sliding into her pussy and moaned, breaking the kiss and leaning her head back on your pillow.
âY- Ah! Y/N!â she cried out your name, her fingertips digging into the back of your head, her back arching as you wrapped one arm around her and used the other to hold onto her hip.
âYouâre taking me so well, Tara,â you whispered in her ear and finally, finally, she took all of you. She was close before, but now, feeling this full, she knew she was right on the edge.
You knew you couldnât last for long like this. Taraâs warm, wet pussy engulfed you and you tried to focus on something else, to prolong this, but there was no way you could do that, so, you moved your hand from her hip to her clit and began rubbing as you slowly began thrusting into her, hoping you could get her to cum before you did. You would hold back until she cums, you promised that to yourself.
âIâm so close,â Tara moaned. âLook at me,â she pleaded, and you immediately complied as you looked into each otherâs eyes, your bodies moving in the perfect sync as she began meeting your thrusts. Her orgasm kept building up, slow and steady, like your entire lovemaking was tonight, and with each thrust she could see you were getting close as well. âY/N,â she moaned your name, no longer conscious of how much time you spent like that. She just knew that at one point she came, loud and hard, as your sweat covered bodies pressed together and she felt you cumming as well with a moan of your own.
She was absolutely spent. Satisfied with this being her first time. There would be other nights or days for longer lovemaking with multiple orgasms. In her head, and she truly hoped, in yours too, this was perfect.
Tara held onto you, feeling happier than sheâs been in a long time. The blissful feeling consuming her entirely as you pulled your cock out and she glanced down at the filled condom. Maybe it was just her orgasm affecting her brain but she couldnât help but think how one day, when youâre both ready, youâll be cumming deep inside her. âBaby, Y/N,â she hummed as you caught your breath on top of her and she gently scratched the back of your head.
You lowered your head a bit and kissed her shoulder. âYou were incredible,â you whispered, peppering her shoulder and the side of her neck with soft butterfly kisses. âTara,â you whispered her name like it was your own, personal salvation. âI love you so much,â it wasnât the first time you said those words, but it felt so good to hear them.
âI love you too, Y/N,â she tilted your chin up and kissed you on the lips, just as soft as everything tonight was. âI never thought sex would feel this good,â she admitted. There was no pain, no holding back, it consumed her entirely and all she could feel was your love for her as you took her innocence.
You chuckled. âTell me about it,â you rolled onto your back and pulled Tara on top of you so you could rest while still holding her.
Tara had other ideas, turning both of you so you were lying on the side. âThere, thatâs better,â she whispered and leaned in, closing the distance between you. You would need to get up soon, clean up, take care of the mess you made, but she could bask in your warmth for a bit longer. Especially when you began rubbing her back, soothing her, keeping her feeling good. âI love how gentle and loving you were,â she whispered as she snuggled up to you, aware that, while she did absolutely enjoy the gentle sex she wasnât opposed to getting a bit rougher sooner or later. She wanted to feel it all with you, to try everything and anything you were both comfortable with.
âIt felt right,â you hummed, focusing on holding her and occasionally kissing wherever you could reach at the moment. While Tara showered you with love through words, you preferred touch, and it worked for both of you perfectly. Tara who was starved for touch, you who were starved for words of affirmation, I was a match made in heaven in her mind.
You stayed like that for some time, easily fifteen minutes, if not closer to twenty. Just cuddling and loving one another before you finally went to clean up, not leaving the shared shower until all the hot water had run out.
A/N: Well... Sam may have been a tiny bit over the top/out of character for the sake of the plot đ¤Łđ¤Ł
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i love you, iâm sorry
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in which . . . matt accidentally confesses something he shouldnât have in the heat of an argument.
genre/trope . . . enemies to lovers, angst. (resolved)
warnings . . . arguing, kissing & more.
written by . . . @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or re use my works. do not take inspiration without asking permission first. happy reading! :)
âlay on the horn to prove that it haunts me.â
âi love you iâm sorry.â
you and matt have known each other your entire lives, which was unfortunate for the both of you. you may be asking yourself, if youâve known each other for so long shouldnât you be best friends?
well, it was quite the opposite actually. you and matt have hated each other for whatever reason, it was a rivalry between you two. you guys couldnât even be in the same room without bickering, when your family and mattâs family hung out it was absolute hell for you.
all you wanted was to avoid matt at all costs, no matter the circumstances. however, you always got along with mattâs brothers.
you and matt never had a reason to hate each other, in fact you tried being nice to him sometimes. you both just never got along, bickering and complaining about each other 24/7. if you got a dollar for how much you both piss each other off everyday, youâd be filthy rich.
but, matt wasnât a complete jerk. he didnât completely despise you, sometimes he held the door open for you. other times, he would slam it shut in your face. matt absolutely adored teasing you, and doing small gestures just to make you annoyed at him. that was something he never failed at.
you had sort of a mixed and unsure feeling about matt. you were confused, you didnât know how he felt about you. did he hate you, or not? even better question, did you truly hate him?
yes, of course you did. you were supposed to, you canât love him. butâŚyou felt something different over the past few weeks. as much as you hated to admit it, nowadays you didnât mind his presence. just a few months ago, youâd rather get hit by a bus than be near him. but other days, he pissed you off more than anything. you hated himâŚbut you didnât at the same time.
you didnât know what this feeling was, it made you sick. falling for your childhood enemy? it was impossible, it couldnât happen. you hated it, you couldnât make it stop. all you could do was push down your true feelings, and keep pretending.
so now here you were, in the present. it was pretty late in the night. you were at the triplets house, in the kitchen. nick was out for a space camp photoshoot, while chris was sleeping in his room.
you leaned against the counter, scrolling mindlessly on your phone as you popped a potato chip in your mouth, feeling the salty sensation sink on your tongue. quietly humming to yourself, you took in the peaceful silence. that is, until you heard the front door open.
matt walked in the house, going right into the kitchen. he huffed as he saw you, rolling his eyes. you bit your lip, not even acknowledging him.
matt walked over to the counter, shoving you over with his body so he could get by. you grunted, your phone clattering to the floor.
âdude, can you not?â you scoffed, pissed off as you picked your phone up from the floor. matt turned on the sink, beginning to wash the dishes.
âcan you not with the attitude?â matt mocked you, not even batting you an eye. usually you would just flip him off and leave, but you didnât this time. you wanted to confront him, show him that you werenât a pussy.
to the both of you, arguing was a competition. you would just keep going on and on until one of you backed down, and usually it would be you. however, not this time.
âi donât have a fucking attitude.â you crossed your arms, the back of his head facing you as he aggressively scrubbed a plate. you were testing his limits, and you found pleasure in that.
âwhatever floats your boat.â matt shrugged, laughing to himself. âdo you always have to be so annoying?â he continued, which only provoked you more.
you rolled your eyes and sealed the bag of chips shut. âdo you always have to be so mean to me all the time?â you shot back at him. matt turned off the sink water, wiping his hands before turning around to face you. âiâm not mean, sweetheart. come on, is that all you got?â matt teased you, knowing it would make you annoyed.
âshut up!â you raised your voice at him slightly, making him scoff in disbelief.
âwhat the fuck is your problem?â matt raised his voice back at you, you werenât in the mood for this right now. your frustration was building up by every passing second.
âyou, matt! youâre my problem!â you shouted back at him.
âmy fucking goodness, y/n. youâre always starting shit, arenât you?â matt complained, throwing his hands up in the frustration. you simply said nothing.
âwhat? cat got your tongue?â matt darkly chuckled. you rolled your eyes, starting to walk away. matt only followed after you.
you stomped outside into the driveway, it was the dead of night. you suddenly felt matt grab your arm, turning you around to face him.
âlet me go, matt.â you spoke fiercely, trying to yank away from him. his grip only grew tighter, he completely ignored your protests.
ây/n, stop it. listen to me.â matt told you, you only shook your head.
âget away from me, matt. i hate you.â you remarked, matt shook his head. âno you donât.â he pulled you closer.
the cold wind blew in your hair, mattâs eyes pierced into yours. âwhat are you talking about?â you questioned him.
âyou donât hate me.â matt shrugged, you werenât even trying to pull away from him anymore. something was drawing you to him, and you didnât mind it for once.
âyes i do! you donât care about me!â you argued back, matt completely snapped at you.
âof course i care, y/n! how could i not care? i care more than anything in the world.â he shouted.
âsince when did you start caring about me!?â you scoffed in disbelief.
âsince fucking forever, you idiot!â
and those exact words, the moment they came out of his mouth silenced you. which by the way, was a rare occurrence. your lips parted slightly. âwhat?â you murmured.
matt let go of your arm, running a hand through his hair in frustration. âi love you, okay? i love you so fucking much, goddamnit! iâm sorry i fell in love, i canât do shit about it andâŚi didnât want it to happen, y/n.â matt blurted out. what? this was the absolute last thing you were expecting.
âyouâŚwhat?â you spoke softly. your mind was racing with a million thoughts at once. matt was in love with you? your heart began to beat faster as you looked into his eyes.
âyou think i wanted this to happen? trust me, iâm just as confused as you.â mattâs voice broke. you both stood across from each other, goosebumps raising onto your arms.
âi love you too, matt.â you whispered. mattâs gaze immediately softened.
âbutâŚthe thing is i canât. i canât love you. it wonât work out. we canât be together and you know that.â you muttered, looking away from him as you said that.
âyou donât get it. itâs not that easy to lose feelings for you, if i could i would. i canât lose feelings for someone iâve loved for so fucking long.â mattâs voice came out shaky as he expressed all of his emotions.
you sighed, stepping closer to him. he looked down at you, his eyes growing glossy. your hand traveled up his chest and to the side of his neck, mattâs breath hitched at this action.
before he even knew what was going on, you leaned in, pulling him in for a kiss.
both of your lips connected, your heart felt full, as if you had been needing this your entire life. matt groaned against your lips as the kiss grew more and more passionate, more hungry.
you both wanted this badly, you craved each other more than anything. this felt so wrong in your brain, but yet so fucking right in your heart.
mattâs hands gripped your waist tightly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your lips continued to dance with his, you felt his soft and supple lips crash against yours once more.
matt pulled away from the kiss, not letting go of you though. you looked up at him, a smirk creeping up on your face.
âmmm..youâre not so bad after all.â matt hummed, his finger lifing your chin up with dominance.
âiâm gonna murder you, sturniolo.â you teased, matt only chuckled, his hand moving to your cheek, caressing the skin gently.
âyou wouldnât.â matt smiled down at you, before leaning into your face once more, his lips colliding with yours again.
maybe loving him wasnât so bad after all.
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Dragon Age Veilguard: Love, Wisdom and Pride
A very long Dragon Age post!
Warnings for: Veilguard Spoilers, Solavellan spoilers.
Okay, so I will preface this by saying that this âanalysisâ primarily focuses on Solasâ arc; both romanced and unromanced. It isnât intended to be a romanticised analysis, though it is very much enamoured with how a romanced Solas and his relationship with Lavellan foils (and informs my reading/reception of) that of Solas and Mythalâs relationship in Veilguard. There is a relationship I will address that I feel does parallel Solas and Mythal! Scroll down to âReading Between the Linesâ if you wanna skip my little intro below. Spoilers follow.
Truth be told, I wasnât ever expecting much in terms of actually getting a sequel to Inquisition. The game dev market went through a tumultuous reshuffle before the remake madness breathed life back into many studios. Bioware game sequels (Mass Effect Andromeda) were underwhelming and not as fleshed out since the EA acquisition. I absolutely believe Bioware would have been shunted had Mass Effect Legendary Edition not been so successful. EAâs reputation was always lacklustre and underhanded, but laying off or losing several head writers attached to Bioware with almost two decades of work under their belts was the biggest red flag. Trevor Morris not being asked to return in exchange for a âbigger nameâ was also a grave warning that returning to the atmosphere, ambience and world of Thedas that we knew was getting further and further away from a plausible reality. And on top of that, thereâs the fact Solas was never intended as a romance interest during early development of Inquisition.
Solavellan seemed doomed!
Despite this, I still held out hope for a sequel, but I feared weâd always be in permanent Solavellan/developmental hell. Heck, Iâm still waiting for a Beyond Good and Evil sequelâthe game released in 2003! So, actually witnessing people play Veilguard, seeing reactions to it, seeing memes and gifs and essay pieces (like this one), itâs like my community has awoken again, and I never thought Iâd see the day. Yet I am not blind to the fact we were robbed of so much potential. I knew thingâs wouldnât live up to re-emerging expectations when Dragon Age: Dreadwolf was rebranded to Veilguardâthe shift seemed to imply less of a primary focus on Solas (and apparently, according to the artbook, the early concept art proves this implication correct).
Things seemed even more dire when the devs revealed there was no tapestry mechanic. I had only one hope: that with the Inquisitorâs confirmed return, weâd get at least some form of catharsis for our Inquisitors (Lavellans and otherwise), if we couldnât get the conclusions to so many storylines present in each of our worldstates. My main fear was that theyâd go the clichĂŠd Ultimate Sacrifice route (which happens anyway, but in a way that makes thematic sense given the stakes and heavily blighted worldstate).
Suffice it to say, there was a lot of evidence that Veilguard would disappoint me in the end. But it hasnât. It hasnât lived up to the many expectations and marks of excellence that the Dragon Age world built itself into with the first three entries, thatâs for sure, but I am also just so deprived of conclusions, of endings (whether it be because TV doesnât exist in a sustainable format anymore or that comicbook movies are made with a sequel in mind, never letting anything just âExit Stage Leftâ gracefully; or the fact we live in a regurgitating content cycle with late-stage-capitalism where anything remotely profitable gets turned into a caricature of itself: Squid Game, Star Wars, etc.). The cycle is so exhaustive that I am actually at a point where I can say I am content with the ending we were given (on a Solas/Solavellan front), Veilguard gave me relief, and beautiful, achy pain to boot. Though I would absolutely be disappointed by both the "non-romanced Solas" endings, given that Solas winds up either "dying alone, forever" or turns to Tyranny.
Now onto the actual review of that Solavellan ending, Mythal and themes of Love!
Note: I have only gotten the âbestâ ending in my first playthrough, but I also thought the consequences of not maxing factions would be more⌠dire? Another note, pls, if your romanced Inky swore to stop Solas, how does that ending differ, if at all? Let me know, Iâm dying here!
Sidenote: Iâm working on writing another review about my views on the âsanitisedâ worldstate, the new companions (and why I think Varric was the wrong choice to have as an advisor in the game, given that the Inquisitor or Morrigan would have been more impactful; and not to mention that Cole or Briala should have been companions), removal of the tapestry and what it means for the future of stories in Thedas (The Story We Lost is such a poignant compilation of the sheer volumes of lost lore and depth that I honestly think I wonât go as in-depth on that review as this one), and why I think Veilguard is my final entry into Dragon Age.
Reading Between the Lines: What Pride Hath Wrought
One thing is for sure, Trick Weekes flourishes when writing within the ambiguities and complexities of meaning. This makes every word uttered by Solas so great to dissect, he's a god of lies not because he 'lies' but because he's so careful with how he phrases things, what he holds back, and what he reveals.
For instance, the famous Trespasser exchange where Solas mocks his own follies with sarcasm by saying:
âWhat is the old Dalish curse? May the Dread Wolf Take you.â
Then a softer, more saddened and beaten-down Lavellan replies:
âAnd so he did.â
This irks him. Because he then realises in that moment that he absolutely did take advantage, but for some reason he frames it around sex rather than power because thatâs easier to address than the latter. And he rejects the notion, even though he brought up the expression he knows to mean nothing close to a sexual inuendo for being âtakenâ, and yet he has the gall to try and derail the conversation by pivoting and saying:
âI would not lay with you under false pretences.â
When I first had this dialogue exchange, I was baffled, because did this mean that there was another meaning to âDread Wolf take youâ that Dalish clans lost through the years, or was it more of a self-deprecating joke Solas had with himself because he, the Dread Wolf, romanced (took) a Dalish Inquisitor (away from her peopleâs beliefs, histories, past), and he found irony in the saying?
On the surface, âwouldnât lay with you under false pretencesâ could simply mean âwe didnât sleep togetherâ or âwe did sleep together, but I wasnât taking advantage as the Dread Wolf, I was simply Solas in your presenceâ. But I have recently thought of a more⌠ambiguous reading.  Lay could have been used in a milder, more vulnerable way; to mean to be at peace, to be completely vulnerable, as if to sleep. In that sense, the phrasing becomes: âI could not be at peace with you because I was living a half-truthâ.
I absolutely think the moment he feels he is truly beyond hope is when we see his expression of abject horror as Lavellan shouts: âI would have had you trust me!â. He realises then that he did fuck up, he did take the choice away from her because he thought he knew better, him and his pride led to a decision that hurt someone close to him, and he could finally see how wrong he was, how alike the entire situation became to Mythalâs treatment of him. Especially if Lavellan asks to go with him. Because he can see that despite the hurt, the lies and the betrayal on his part, Lavellan still wishing to join him draws too close to his first regret: following Mythal.
Whether he likes it or not, Solasâ love which could burn like a bonfire was directed at a powerful womanâa Herald, an Inquisitorâand inspite of her greatness of character, it still shaped her into someone willing to follow him on his dinanshiral out of love, much like he left the Fade and took physical form for Mythal. So now whenever I hear Lavellan shout âVar lath vir suledinâ, Solas replying with âI wish it could, Vhenan,â changes drastically with the Mythal reveal, knowing he always walks away from the Inquisitor in Trespasser.
âI wish it could, Vhenanâ sounds heavily like: âYou would regret me, as I regret Mythal, and I cannot bear for that to happen us.â More poetically, it could read as: âI wish our love could overcome a duty that has lasted an incomprehensible amount of time, I wish I could change my nature, but then Iâd be twisted into a demon, like the spirit of Wisdom in the Dales; and yet again, I would become your regret.â These two readings are very, very romantic. Realistically, given what we know of his kinship with Felassan, and how they were comrades and friends for centuries (âA story unfinished. His back turned!â), and given what we know of the complexity of Mythalâs will that presides over the creation of his very being, and yet he was still able to muster the strength to kill a fragment of her to fulfil his mission,  âI wish it couldâ was most probably a lament: âDo not ask me to hurt one of the two women Iâve loved on this journey, because if it ever came to itâŚâ he would.
Knowing what I know of Solas, of how he was able to convince himself that Varricâs death (avoidable as it was) was just another necessary step, that it was just another sacrifice, another loss that would be worth something only if he completed his ritual, I have no doubt that Solas would also be able to rationalise hurting Lavellan (which is why in his mind, turning away from her, breaking her heart, leaving with no explanation and aiding her in Trespasser so she could live whatever few years remained in ârelative peaceâ is actually an act of preserving that love). I partially think the reason he reveals the truth in Trespasser (especially for a romanced Lavellan) is in the hopes his âtruthsâ will push her away. But on a deeper note, I think he also thinks of it as some twisted form of repaying her for loving him to the point that he could have almost forgotten what it was to be the Dread Wolf, to just be with her as Solas, that night at Crestwood. Maybe his harsh truths would push her to the point where sheâd give up her love for Solas, now that she knew he was the Dread Wolf, freeing her from the shackles of their love. Heâs very self-flagellating, all about self-sacrifice for the ultimate goal, the ends always justify the means, he will endure any pain and punishment as long as Arlathan returns in the end.
What is his love of a mortal compared to the despair and loss of an entire empire? Solas views himself as selfish for falling for her, and that nearly broke him, if he was selfish enough to leave the dream of Arlathan behind for her, what would that do to his spirit then?
In his way of thinking, perhaps telling the Inquisitor the truth is a way out, a rationale they can use to justify stopping him or to make it easier to hate him as the Dread Wolf rather than love him as Solas (someone he hasnât been in so long).
âMaskingâ as the Dread Wolf
During Trespasser, the Inquisitor has every right to despise Solas after all theyâve learned, and I think he half reveals the truth as a tactic so the Inquisitor can have an excuse to hate him, to be driven to anger and have less pull over his choices, once they learn the truth. Solas is particularly skilled at making otherâs play the role that makes his own choices seem inevitable, he orchestrates a lot of events to play out in a manner where it's easier for him to talk himself into bringing down the veil.
He goads Elgarânan to anger easily. He inspires the spirits to fight for him to the death as a necessary distraction during the war. He absolutely allows the Inquisitor to speak to him one last time so he can offer insight, yes, but also so he can easily frame his actions as just and inevitable. But, Oh boy does he get in for a shock if the Inquisitor shows empathy towards him, it scares him because heâs become accustomed to being seen only as the Dread Wolf. To be understood? That gives way to remorse. And remorse gives way to doubt. And he cannot doubt his purpose, twisted as it is, it is all he has left of his former self. Without it he would most likely change into something different. Someone he doesnât recognise.
This fear intensifies more so if a romanced Lavellan asks to go with him, and in that case, he takes command and distances himself away (rejecting the help of someone close to him; the chance for a possible betrayal; the chance at another Felassan or Mythal [x]; the chance to twist Lavellan outside of her purpose, in this case, the purpose would be love/empathy) but not without showing remorse at having sacrificed yet another relationship for his crusade.
âIr abelas.â
Sorrow for what cannot be is at the heart of why the Solavellan romance is so powerful, especially because even though both Solas and Lavellan love each other passionately, love alone cannot be enough when faced with regrets. Love would ultimately be stifled. Corrupted into something else over time. And so, for Solas, having loved and lost tragically is better than having loved and corrupted.
He will not do to Lavellan what was done to him, even if it is her choice, because she knows so little, her naivete cannot close the distance of a milleniaâs old sea, and it would hurt him immensely to take advantage of her kind heart [x].
By leaving, he keeps her heart pure. And the yearning! Knowing the love is there, but on its own it cannot be invulnerable to corruption, so it is better to lose it than twist it. Ugh! Him leaving Lavellan is the ultimate show of love! IT IS A WISE DECISION. A rare glimpse into pure wisdom. Which is why he kneels beside Lavellan in Trespasser, he does not âStand Tallâ in the face of Wisdomâs heart. He kneels beside her. And when he stands tall again, he is Solas once more, filled with regret, and once through the eluvian, he returns to masking as the Dread Wolf.
Sidenote: Itâs especially confounding that Veilguard allows Rook to push the Inquisitor to save or stop him after youâve reached act 2 despite your world state choice (I think this was done in case they feared the Inquisitor wouldnât stand by Solas after everything he was revealed to be responsible for in Veilguard, however it doesnât work because the Inquisitor wasnât an advisor, Rook never told them what they learned from the wolf statues, so having a stranger hold the ability to make Lavellan keep her promise or not rings hollow). Personally, I wish the Inquisitorâs presence had more weight in the non-Solavellan endings, too. I wish the Inquisitor could end up being the last friend/former love that Solas destroys (if you donât collect the wolf statues) which then prompts Rook to fight him because Solasâ last tie to empathy failed to redeem him, that the Inquisitor falling is the last straw and Solas snaps, choosing to be a villain in the hopes of being stopped because he canât stop himself, and not the âI am a Godâ ending they gave us. Same for if your Inquisitor vows to stop him. I also wish the Inquisitor was the one to do the wolf statue missions. Would have been a nice secondary protagonist mission like the switching perspectives between Kratos and Atreus in GOW: RagnarĂśk (the old guard and the new; Inquisitor and Rook). I would have loved if they dedicated more dialogue to Inquisition days too, which is why I think Cole should have been a companion (if he wasnât recruited, he could simply be a compassion spirit that âfollowsâ the greatest pain in the Fade that yearns to be healed, giving a compassionate viewpoint to Solasâ folly; recruited Spirit Cole could have a greater connection to Solas than even Varric, seeing as Cole was most likely a literal representation of Solas rewriting his own history by preventing a spirit from becoming too ârealâ; Human Cole would have a deeper connection to the world of Thedas, and could have been a great tool to prove how change was inevitable, not always a bad thing, and inevitably out of even Solasâ control. But alas, we live with what we are given! Even Imshael could have served in this role! Spirit/Demon of choice and it wasnât incorporated into the game that supposedly asks you to make the greatest world-changing choice ever; redeem the Dread Wolf or end the age of the Evanuris entirely?!
Now onto the next segment: I want to talk about Solasâ regrets and how I read the âlove storyâ between Solas and Mythal, and why Lavellan (and what she represented) wasnât enough to get through to him (and thatâs a very believable thing, thatâs what makes their love both tragic and epic!).
The High Price of Redemption
A romanced Lavellan has the most agency to see through his guises, if she resolves to save him, but even she cannot undo the shackles that still bind him to Mythalâthe binds that twisted Wisdom so far from its purpose it became Pride, even when he burned (Mythal) from his face. (Likewise, A close friend Inquisitor who promises to save him is most likely a parallel to Felassan, again, they cannot undo the shackles of regret either.) I fully believe the vallaslin had a deeper magic than simply marking one as being committed/devoted to an Evanuris, I think it linked them magically, and since Solas was the first to burn the vallaslin away, he probably wasnât as good at severing the link on himself as he was for other elvhen, so maybe a part of Mythalâs will still lingers in him, twisting him to Pride still.
In Veilguardâs final confrontation, I love the intention of showing how Lavellan approaches Solas slowly, as she doesnât know who sheâll be faced with up those steps, Dread Wolf or Solas. But when she speaks to him, trying to get him to change his mind yet again, forgiving him for his wrongs, we are reassured that Wisdom hasnât been completely consumed by Pride despite everything weâve witnessed in the game because he bows his head at her in reverence as he apologises.
He shows humility towards her. He elevates her and her enduring love as worthy of his respect, but he does not consider himself worthy of hers. Thus, Lavellan pries open the door to acceptance but his heart is still not enough. Which is why love alone cannot turn the tide. Heâs too broken to accept it. He doesnât think he deserves it, so the only way out is through; to continue the ritual, to prove he was right. The shackles persist. Varricâs death weighs on his conscience now more than ever. Possibly members of Rookâs team too if they died on his crusade. But he is vulnerable enough for Morrigan to approach, and now Rook can use Mythalâs essence to make the final push. The only way he could be with Lavellan, the only way he could atone for the past and shed the weight of his armour (his crushing duty to the Elvhenan) is as Wisdom, fully restored, unbound by mistakes.
âAr lasa mala revas.â He could only find absolution once Mythal (the angered and more brash essence of Mythal, the one unchanged by Flemeth and all the human womenâs lives sheâs been shaped by, but the closest iteration to that of Mythal in Arlathan, the version that he perceives as having every right to be angry at him for turning his back on her, for not going that last final stretch with her and subsequently, not being by her side when she died) severed the final connection: facing his regrets, showing humility and apologizing, while not taking away the blame but sharing it.
What is Benevolence without Wisdom if not Hubris?
We know Elgarânan was twisted to Tyranny during the war, and I saw a post somewhere where someone wondered what led to his corruption, and what he was before (leadership/command). Likewise, Mythal was not above corruption.
So far, Iâve seen a lot of takes on Solasâ ties to Mythal, the power dynamic of being a student/disciple enamoured (could be romantic) with the benevolence of Mythal, but not how Mythalâs purpose was possibly also twisted towards hubris the moment she asked Wisdom to turn physical and build weapons from its knowledge, twisting it to Pride. Without Elgarânanâs tyranny to rally against after the war with the Titans, Mythal would most likely turn a similar route, seeing her ruling as ânecessaryâ for the people: âIf not me then who?â. And that is a very short stop and quick drop to âI am your all-powerful ruler, I liberated you, and only I can guide the wayâ. Benevolence twisted by hubris can easily turn to Tyranny too, only one more subtle, a kind of cultish indoctrination compared to violent subjugation. If Solas had not turned his back on Mythal when she chose to be Evanuris (a god over her people) then they most likely would have made the worst (best) pair in the Evanuris. Pride is the Seventh Deadliest Sin. But imagine Pride next to Godhood?! That is frightening. So, when Solas burns the vallaslin, walks away and works against the Evanuris, I believe that he also inadvertently stops Mythal from becoming a corrupted version of herself. The sorrow at having lost her closest confidant and âloveâ grounds her, keeps her saintly in Solasâ mind, and in some ways, perhaps saves the Elvhen empire from a worse fate than him erecting the veil to begin with. But neither of them ever consider this. And I think that sort of self-blindness perfectly encapsulates how flawed both Mythal and Solas are. Now onto love.
Solas and Mythal â a Love too complex to simply classify as mortal âLoveâ.
Thereâs no doubt Mythal and Solas shared a deep bond, one that definitely had love in it, when we hear Mythal calling him âloveâ, without the possessive âmyâ in front of it, itâs easy to misconstrue what type of love they share. A small nitpick, but like a thorn, it applies sometimes just enough pressure to change a perspective. Not calling Solas âMy loveâ but instead choosing to simply use âloveâ works within those wonderful ambiguities/complexities that Weekes thrives in.
If one started out as a spirit, itâs safe to say concepts like familial bonds, romantic bonds, and blood ties mean little to nothing. There is no one type of love and there is every kind of love all at once. It is only once physical bodies are introduced, that physical touch, the ability to stab someone in the back, to kiss out of affection, to hug out of empathy, to strike out of anger, that love now becomes this twisted thing too. There are no spirits of love because spirits always possessed love, but there are demons of Desire (Gluttony) and of Rage (love denied).
I believe, from DGLâs acting skills, his soft whisper, his almost submissive smallness in the breadth of Mythalâs already soft voice, that Solas was in love with Mythal, devoted as a student, beguiled by her benevolence, content even in her shadow, and possibly star-struck. He was in love with someone who doesnât have the possibility to love him back the same, it is not in her nature to love those beneath her in the same intensity that those who look up to her do. Itâs like a priest being in love with God. The priest can devote themselves, sacrifice everything, but a God will always love their flock equally, but they can still play favourites.
Benevolence cannot be enamoured with Wisdom because to be truly benevolent they must possess Wisdom but there is also Pride to be had in walking beside benevolence, but they can never be on equal footing. Likewise, Solasâ love is not reciprocated entirely by Mythal, but she does love him back in her own way. While Mythal is definetly Solasâ first love, layered and complex, it is also strangled by regrets and twisted by uneven scales of power. It would never be a nurturing love, only a consuming kind.
When he speaks of Mythal during the Solavellan ending, he calls her his âoldest friendâ, much like what Mythal says, (paraphrasing) âwould you have me be angry at my oldest companion whose experienced so much with meâ. Because friendship is perhaps the easiest way to describe their companionship. They went through many iterations, one certainly holding romantic tensions (specifically from younger Solas), but ultimately, with that much time shared, kinship/friendship becomes the easiest to surmise. You can love your friends, fall in love with them, fall out of love with them, only to love them again, be disappointed in them, etc.
Media today is flushed with romance as a linchpin for driving a hero to make dire choices, and that has warped our perception of how a platonic/non-romance-based relationship can be all-consuming, and sometimes more impassioned than strict romance. But, to make it easier for people to understand Solasâ motivations, it's easier to see their love in the light Taash sees it (an unreliable, somewhat âstill juvenileâ narrator, in that they are still growing into themselves and their culture and the world): âThey were doing itâ.
However, Bellara, a companion whose entire companion story is linked to her strong, deeply character-driving relationship with her brother (platonic love) refutes that reading by saying (paraphrasing here): âWe donât know if their âloveâ is the same type of love we tend to think of in a masculine and feminine relationship.â
Felassanâs letter after the Mythal Dragon fight alludes to Solas having been in love with Mythal, but nothing about how she felt. This is why I consider the Solas/Mythal relationship to be more of a one-sided romantic love, but a requited âloveâ relationship for them both. Â
A parallel I find so compelling: Solas and Mythal vs Briala and Celene. Solas and Briala both hold deep emotions for people in great power with the ability to end a tyrannical cycle of subjugation, enslavement and classism, yet for both of these rulerâs charisma and well-meaning intent, they often are swayed to side with tyranny. For Mythal, that was Elgarnan, the Evanuris who made all the otherâs worse tyrants; as well as her own hubris for believing her presence alone could dampen the ravenous hunger for power that the rest of the Evanuris held at the small prospect of leading the Elvhen in a time of confusion (being a North Star is hard when all the other lights around you aim to blind the flock into submission). For Celene, this is more about the nuances of retaining favour, pull and power over other noble families, their backing (be it financial, political or simply cut-throat), and their support so she can be the âlesser of two evilsâ compared to Gaspardâs warmongering personality and Florianne simply being a puppet with no backbone. Both Briala and Solas are turned to pawns despite their immense strength and compassion for their respective elven plights; Briala is rendered a fangless lion (for lack of a better metaphor) if she is reunited with Celene, whereas if she is chosen to puppet Gaspard, thereâs every likelihood her story could parallel a âpower-madâ Solas if heâd been tethered to Rage (at betrayal) and not Regret (at having not rejected Mythal when she asked him to take a physical body) throughout his tenure as the Dread Wolf.
Solas and Lavellan â a Heart that was never intended to be Given/Taken
Now I will compare the lack of possessives in front of Mythalâs âloveâ to Solas declaring Lavellan as âVhenanâ and then âAr lath, ma Vhenanâ vs âAr lath ma vhenan'; again, the coma is the thorn, the pause that shapes the quiet unsaid things we can deduce. In the Trespasser cutscene DGL puts the pause after âAr lathâ, even though the subtitles construct the sentence with Vhenan as a proper noun since itâs a nickname often used by Solas: âAr lath ma, Vhenanâ. But I believe Solas actually says âAr lath, ma Vhenanâ.
With âAr lath, ma Vhenanâ the stressor is after the pause, so the line reads: âI love [you], my heart.â And with âAr lath ma, Vhenanâ it makes even less structural sense but can be inferred to mean: âI love you, Heartâ. Â
The possessiveness of âMyâ is what definitively differentiates the love Solas feels for Lavellan as one more of the romantic side, it is a love of yearning and desire and a wish to have one last good thing that is pure and incorruptible. The one thing he had left to give. His heart. But that does not mean his heart is enough! The rest of him is still bound to the love of Mythal that was twisted through the ages. That changed him. And given how Pride often comes before a fall, I absolutely understand why Solas is actually very brash and ill-considering when heâs romancing Lavellan (âThe kiss was ill-consideredâ/âIt would be kinder in the long runâ/âI wanted to show you what you mean to meâ). He's on a precarious cliff during Inquisition. His first plan failed. He's allowed ancient elvhen magic to fall into a blighted Tevinter magister's hands. Literally everything the Inquisition did could have been for nought if the Mark had fallen to the wrong person. Things could have easily fallen apart for Solas too, so why not indulge in something trifling and fleeting? Execpt it wasn't trifling. Nor was it fleeting. And when he saw that the fall could potentially not happen, that the Inquisitor could do it, save Thedas and retrieve the orb, he was struck by the gravity of his brashness, of letting impulses control him instead of acting according to a plan. But it was too late. They'd both fallen for each other.
Solas didnât expect to form entanglements within the Inquisition. He was committed. He was angry at the world, âwalking through a sea of tranquilâ, called flat-ear by the Dalish that later chased him from their village when he proved he was the Dread Wolf. He was despised by people who looked like him. Spirits were constantly being abused and turned into demons. People erected monuments to heroes who slew demons. Mages were caged. Elves were subjugated. The empire fell. Humans razed the lands with their wars and petty squabbles of succession. The darkspawn tainted the land. The dwarves would never dream. Solas awoke to the worst possible fate; in his eyes, it was all his fault.
So when he kisses Lavellan in the Fade, impulsively, he isnât kissing her there because it is less ârealâ than if they kissed while she was awake, it makes it so much more real. Heâs kissing her in the space where he is most himself. Where he can shed the body he was forced to build and trap himself within, the body of Pride. He is acting on the impulses of an enlivened Wisdom spirit that does not consider tomorrow, for the first time in a long time. It isnât a long game with Lavellan, like so much of his life has been about always thinking to the future, always considering the outcome, machinating, scheming, the wiles and woes of every trickster god in mythology. Itâs being in the moment with her that is all-consuming. It lowers his guard, leaves him vulnerable, and when she enquires about the Fade or spirits or histories, he gets to be useful as pure Wisdom again.
Lavellan challenging him when he first shows animosity or irritation towards the Dalish (a prideful act), and then him being taken aback when she explains that maybe the Dalish could be shown another way (making him consider her words, being given a morsel of wisdom back, reminding him of his old self), these are all small moments where Solas can begin to see springs of hope in the broken world. And thatâs terrifying. It means heâs destroying not just himself, but the memory of Mythal and Arlathan too, all for the love of a woman who fell for an apostate.
The best, most genuine unmasking of Solas for me is during Wicked Hearts, when heâs tipsy on wine, has no inhibitions, and revels in the intrigue, the gossip, the dancing, the music (something we now know is important enough to have an entire music room in the Lighthouse), the sex! He is at his most relaxed, and then he asks Lavellan to dance, not caring about how it would look for the âInquisitorâs serving man, Solasâ to be intimate in a fucking Orlesian palace with the Herald of Andraste, right after stopping an assassination attempt! He finds comfort in the world of Thedas at that moment. Something he rarely shows so outright.
When he takes Lavellan to Crestwood to confess, I believe removing her vallaslin wasnât entirely just for her, it wasnât just to free her from slave markings or to simply reveal a form of a truth he wanted to tell her, it was to resolve himself of what his first purpose was supposed to be, what she distracted him from. Removing the vallaslin had been something heâd done for the slaves of Arlathan, it was what earned him the mantle of Dread Wolf. When he removes Lavellanâs vallaslin, he resets.
Thedas cannot allow Wisdom to truly exist without fear of corruption to Pride, Thedas the world he was responsible for shaping, literally the Maker of the Veil, and he falls for a woman Heralded as Andrasteâs Chosen One, Mythalâs incarnation in the South. The irony. The cruel, cruel irony. The Inquisition is tied to his past, every Andrastian he meets, every Dalish person with vallaslin on their face, every slave or city elf. Tevinter worshiping the dragons that still have the essences of the Old Gods. His heart alone cannot withstand all of the punishing, gruelling, oppressive weight that is Thedas. Even for Lavellan. So he frames their romance as this tragic, short-lived tale that was beautiful but ultimately destined to end. He expects it to pass for her, sheâs mortal after all. But he also leaves his heart with her, literally giving her power over the last uncorrupted part of himself. Think Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann at the end of Worldâs End, but metaphorically. He gives her his heart to safe keep as he goes on a journey that could corrupt a heart, turn it cold and bitter, destroy it. Â Â
Ar lasa mala revas. You are free.
He frees his heart.
Lets it go.
Twice!
So only once he is relinquished of his regrets, once Mythal does the same for him, only then is there âNothing left except their loveâ. Because Lavellan still held his heart there was still something left after. Something beyond despair and regret and loss. He had given his heart to her to safekeep. And she did. Lavellan returns his heart to him when he is freed. What Mythal had to break so Solas could heal right again (like a bone), Lavellan casts a splint around so it can be set and heal properly. This is the difference between Mythalâs love and Lavellanâs. Both Mythalâs love and forgiveness broke him, but Lavellanâs love gives him the strength to Stand Tall one last time.
Solas, before Pride alone, as Wisdom (perhaps Solas always meant both Standing Tall and Wisdom, for Wisdom can grant one pride to stand tall for what they believe in), finds contentment with the rare and marvellous spirit that endured (his Vhenan). Wisdom endured because of humanity, something benevolence is beyond.
Bellanaris
When Lavellan offers to go with him, to continue on the dinanshiral that she already considers herself a part of, Solas is legitimately taken aback. His expression is soft yet full of disbelief and awe. He actually stops walking a few frames before Lavellan says this, as if hoping Lavellan would say something to him!
And then she basically proposes to him! âBellanaris!â I absolutely adore the fact that Lavellan promises them eternity. A vow as sacred as a death right, as protected as an ancient, elvhen, undisturbed burial ground in the face of Orlesian colonialisation. They endured and now they will have an eternity. For once, we have an elvish tale that is not a curse, it is a love story with reunion at its core, where both elves reclaim something precious that was denied them.
Lastly, i am absolutely frothing at the mouth that Solas and Lavellan primarily speak in elvish! And even more feral at the fact Solas does not try to talk her out of joining him (because this sweet talker very well could!). He simply tells her where he is going is terrible. And she shuts that shit down immediately. No repeat of Trespasser. She's standing beside him, the South has all but fallen, whatever ties yet survive are strained, and she has fought the good fight for 8 years. I think the Inquisitor was about ready to leave Thedas behind.
The last decisions Solas makes are of his own volition. Entering the Fade for atonement. Stepping into the Fade with Lavellan (It was confirmed by Weekes that Lavellanâs presence in the Fade prison would fundamentally change it in a way we havenât seen!). Thanking Rook for giving him one last shot at getting happiness. All his own!
This is the look of a man finally reunited with his wife! So much emotion in ONE frame. God! Thereâs never been a character like him. A love story like theirs! Iâm so happy I got to see this ending. Full circle!
P.S. If you read this far, woah nelly! Thatâs crayyzeee, so here are some more great pieces: Why it was important for Lavellan to kneel for Solas as he knelt for her in Trespasser in the Solavellan ending [x], and hereâs a great deep-dive on Solas as a spirit of Wisdom [x].
#dav#dav spoilers#solas#solas x lavellan#solavellan#mythal#datv spoilers#dragon age veilguard#veilguard spoilers#dragon age#dragon age veilguard spoilers#the dread wolf finally took her#his war has ended#their love may endure for eternity
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You didnât actually read Watchmen at all if you think thatâs the conclusion he âwantedâ readers to come to. The final words of it are, âI leave it entirely in your hands.â Literally telling the reader to come to their own conclusions on what happens next, who was right, and what it all meant. The outcome Moore thought would be best and what other readers thought would be best and how they all differ is a feature, not a bug.
He doesnât even âsideâ with Veidt. The guyâs Superhero persona is literally named after a poem about all a manâs accomplishments crumbling to dust in the wind. Suppose there might have been a reason Moore picked that name in particular for a character?
Moore may be more blunt in his disliking of Rorschach now, but heâs also the only person whoâs really worth liking, and the character whoâs mindset and psychology are dug into the most out of Watchmenâs cast. And while Rorschach is indeed a very sympathetic and pitiable character, heâs also heavily flawed. FFS, the dude brushes off his idol sexually assaulting someone as a âmoral lapseâ because Rorschach projects his need for a strong father figure onto people like The Comedian or President Truman.
Speaking of Truman, Rorschach spends a lot of his journal praising the guy, particularly for dropping the atomic bombs for the greater good. But when Ozymandias makes a big convoluted space squid and drops it on a city for the same reason, Rorschach very quickly changes his tune. When Rorschachâs own logic and morality plays out in front of him and in his city, he canât stand it and changes his tune.
Now, Truman and Veidtâs actions and circumstances arenât exactly the same, but the comparison between Ozy and Truman is about the public moral argument from the government that people like Rorshach believes, which is that is was a bad thing that had to be done to prevent even more bloodshed. In the much more intense Cold War of Watchmen, Ozy's logic is exactly the same as Truman's, he killed some to save a lot more. Circumstances are different but the moral argument is the same.
But for all of Rorschachâs flaws and hypocrisy, it just makes him and his actions all the more interesting to dissect compared to the other characters Watchmen follows.
Daniel is a superhero because birds and airplanes are neat. Laurie's there because her mom said so. Jon's there because of the government. Eddie wants to kill minorities for the epic win lolz. Rorschach's there because he has been the victim and no one helped him. It's why he does what he does even when there seems little point and the act is ultimately futile.
And that status as a victim is why he's the only one with the guts to tell Adrian to piss off. Jon, Dan, and Laurie can dismiss the deaths of millions in the name of the greater good, but Walter Kovacs can't, because he is those people.
Consider who dies in the blast. It's the Bernies. The lesbian couple. The shitty part of New York where Walter lives. Mrs. Sharip (who reminded Walter of his mother) and her children are very likely killed by Adrian's actions. These are people that Walter Kovacs saw every single day and now they're dismissed as suitable foundations for Adrian's plans.
And hey, once the Cold War is over and the Russians back off, what's the stop Veidt Industries from going global?
Walter is different from all the other characters because he's not a "hero". He's the victim. Being a working class, illegitimate abuse survivor in instrumental to his every action as Rorschach.
TL;DR: No, Moore didnât side with Ozymandias or Rorschach, he just told a story and left it up to the readers on what it all meant.
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A Piece Of Paper
Summary: You and Melissa have been dating for a while. Marriage isn't necessarily the plan. Who needs a silly piece of paper to solidify the relationship anyway?
WC: ~4.2k
After dating Melissa Schemmenti, second grade teacher at Willard R. Abbott Elementary School, for about a year, the two of you decide to finally jump the gun and move in together. It took a bit of convincing on your end, but eventually, she welcomed the company and companionship that you brought with you. Living together didnât mean you were married after all.Â
Youâve been living together for two years now, dating for three. Itâs a nice situation to be in. Neither of you are particularly ready to get married, each of you for your respective reasons. The topic had come up when you moved in, and you came to an agreement that you were more than satisfied just being partners⌠life partners. The weekday routine of waking up together, occasionally showering together before getting on with your days, breakfast, heading to work, coming home to your person, and then relaxing before heading to bed and starting the cycle all over again is warm enough. But your weekends are always slow, steady, full of comfort and contentedness to do everything or nothing at all. This relationship that you have with Melissa is all youâll ever need in life- married or not.
Itâs a day where you have off and your girlfriend conveniently has a professional development day that, while you are still more than content with your lifestyle how it is, Melissaâs thoughts and views begin to change.Â
Because Ava doesnât have anything against you (you would even venture to say the principal of your girlfriendâs school likes you), youâre able to enter the school during lunch hours and share a meal with your girlfriend and her coworkers. They all adore you, but it does confuse them how someone like you could be dating someone like the redheaded woman. Youâre calm and level-headed, and theyâve seen Melissa in her fits of rage. Regardless, they support your relationship wholeheartedly and eagerly.
âSo,â Jacob hums loudly as he practically stares down his two coworkers that heâs closest to. âDoes anybody have any big news to share with the group?â
You just roll your eyes in good nature at the secondary education teacher. Heâs always so nosey, but he means well. You steal another bite of your girlfriendâs lunch, despite the fact that you have the exact same dish in front of you.
Janine and Gregory each share a look, before the shorter woman breaks out into a grin. âWe actually do have some news⌠Thank you, Jacob.â
Jacob looks quite proud of himself, and itâs immediately clear to the rest of the room that this was an orchestrated act.
âSo, Janine and I were talking last night, andâŚâ Gregory nudges his girlfriend.
Janine holds up her left hand, and thereâs a sparkling ring sitting on her ring finger. âWeâre engaged! Weâre getting married!â
Immediately, the group of teachers erupts into cheers, shouting their congratulations. Itâs all a bit hectic for a few minutes as everyone tries to get a glimpse at the rock before it dies down.
âDamn, Eddie,â Ava looks him up and down once sheâs seen the ring. âIf I had known this is what I couldâve gotten, I woulda flirted with you way harder than I did.â
âAnd I would have happily reported you to HR,â Gregory replies with a satisfied smirk. âBut thank you. I did what I could.â
âAs you already know,â the second grade teacher smiles and claps her hands together. âAbbott is family to us, so of course youâre all invited to the wedding. We havenât set a date yet, but weâre thinking sometime next year?â
âWeâll all be there, sweetheart,â Barbara puts in warmly. âWeâre all very happy for the both of you. What a wonderful step the two of you are taking.â
You donât think youâve ever seen Janine so excited, and that woman is always practically bouncing off of the walls with energy.
But then the naive and in love woman looks to you and Melissa. âWhen do you think the two of you will be getting married?â
âThis is your day,â you tell her gently. âLetâs keep the attention on you.â
âBut Iâm curious!â Janine argues. âI mean⌠I would love to have a double Abbott wedd-â
âYeah, no, kid,â Melissa cuts in. âI love ya, donât get me wrong, but I would rather die than have a double weddinâ.â
âBesides,â you say as you lay a gentle hand on your girlfriendâs knee. âWe donât really see a need to get married. We live together, weâre happy together, and we donât necessarily see the need to have a piece of paper solidify our relationship. But we are truly so happy that the two of you have decided to tie the knot.â
The rest of lunch is buzzing with questions about the engagement and talks of what Janine has already mentally planned for what she and Jacob are describing as âthe wedding of the centuryâ. Gregory just looks at his fiancee with a love in his eyes that you recognize as the way that Melissa looks at you. Every once in a while, he will interject his opinion though because some of Janineâs plans are a bit over the top.
âHun, we canât afford that,â the man says quite a few times. âNot on our teacher salaries.â
His objections donât deter her in the slightest. She just smiles at him and nods along, claiming sheâll find a lower budget option with the same amount of pizazz. You listen, quietly amused, while your girlfriend takes in the conversation around her. For once, she doesnât offer up any sarcastic quips. You chalk it up to her not wanting to ruin the moment for Janine and Gregory, but what you donât know is that Melissa is deep in thought about engagements and weddings, marriage. The way that you so casually explained that you probably would never be married struck a chord in the redhead. She almost sees it as a challenge now to get married.
After about fifteen more minutes of chatter, the teachers have to find their ways back to their classrooms for the rest of the day to prepare and go through the rest of their data while you have to find your way out of the school.
âIâll see you at home?â you ask sweetly.
When your girlfriend doesn't quite respond, you set a gentle hand on her shoulder. âHoney? Iâll see you at home?â
Only then does Melissa seem to understand that youâre speaking directly to her. âY-yeah. Iâll see you at home, mi amore.â
She kisses you warmly, and then you grab your purse and exit, calling goodbye to your girlfriendâs coworkers as you make your way out.
Youâre lounging on the couch with your book in hand when Melissa comes into the house from work. She kicks off her shoes, and sheâs practically straddling your lap before she even drops her bag on the floor next to you.
You kiss her back passionately before pulling away with a giggle and a rosy tint to your cheeks. âOh!â you giggle out as she continues to chase your lips. âMy love, not that Iâm not enjoying this, but what did I do to deserve this greeting?â
She doesnât answer, instead just kissing you with desire and hunger- sheâs being greedy. You canât do anything but give in to what she wants, but air quickly becomes a necessity.
Her eyes are blown wide with lust for you, but you know you have to get her to talk to you before you can do anything else. âBaby? Whatâs going on?â
âIâm just so damn in love with you,â she mumbles as she starts to graze your neck with her lips and teeth.Â
Thatâs all you need to hear before you allow her to lower you to a laying position on the couch, throw your book haphazardly, and have her way with you.
Itâs a bit later that your legs are still shaking just slightly, but youâre clean and your clothes are back on. Your girlfriend just nuzzles into your hold, humming as she cards her fingers through your hair gently.
âMy girl,â she whispers as she dots a few sweet kisses to your head. âMine.â
âThat I am,â you chuckle softly, still in somewhat of a haze after the mind-blowing couch sex. âWhatâs got you acting like this?â
âJust a day,â Melissa tells you as she kisses you again on the lips. Then she sighs. âCan we just call for delivery? Iâm exhausted, anâ I donât feel like cooking.â
You donât quite know if sheâs exhausted from the professional development day, or if sheâs exhausted from the effort she just put in to satisfy you, but you hum and nod your agreement.
âChinese?â
âChinese,â you agree.
As youâre waiting for the food to come, your girlfriend decides that she needs to shower. You lounge in the living room, feet tucked beneath your figure, when your phone begins to ring. Itâs your mother. Of course itâs your mother. With a heavy sigh, you reach for the ringing device on the coffee table.Â
âHey, Ma,â you answer.
You can hear how delighted she is that picked up. âHey, sweet girl. Just calling in to check up on you. Itâs been a while since Iâve heard from you.â
âI called you yesterday,â you deadpan.
You can practically see your mother shrug into the phone. âAnd a lot couldâve happened in a day!â
You canât help the laugh that comes tumbling out of your mouth before you begin to fill her in on your day. You tell her how you were off from work so you were able to sleep in, and then you went to Abbott for lunch with your girlfriend.
âOh, and how is Mel?â your mother asks.
âSheâs good,â you promise. âTired after today, so sheâs in the shower, but Iâm sure sheâd tell you hello if she were here.â
âGood. The two of you need to come up for dinner sometime soon. Your dad and I arenât getting any younger, you know.â
âIâll talk to her,â you promise. âOh! You know what did happen at the school today?â
âWhat?â Itâs clear that your mother is intrigued. Sheâs been to Abbott as a guest reader in your girlfriendâs class, and has therefore been privy to the redheadâs coworkers.Â
Melissa exits the bedroom, wet hair still clinging to her pajamas when she hears you talking to who she can only assume is your mother on the phone. Usually, she would walk right into the room, calling out a greeting as she takes her place beside you. But something in her stops herself, and she listens to your words just out of eyeliner.
âYou remember Lis talkinâ about her coworkers, Janine and Gregory?â At your motherâs hum, you continue. âThey got engaged. Wedding next year.â
âOh how wonderful for them. Let them know I said congratulations,â your mother smiles into the phone. âHey, when can I expect the two of you to finally pull your heads out of your asses and get hitched already? I want grandkids, you know.â
âMa,â you sigh and roll your eyes. âYou know Lis and I arenât really planning on getting married.â
âAnd why would that be?â your mother pries, despite the fact that sheâs well aware of the reasoning.Â
âBecause,â you chuckle. âIâm in no rush, if at all. And Lis has done marriage and divorce before. She donât want to get married again, and thatâs more than okay with me. Besides, we live together. Sheâs practically my wife as is. Who says we need a silly little paper to tell us that weâre together forever?â
âAll Iâm sayinâ is, I want grandkids. And you could use the insurance from the school- yours is shit. You can only claim it if youâre married. And, God forbid anything happen to either of youâŚâ
âMa, we already have all of that sorted out,â you try to reason with your mom. âWeâre in a place where weâre content. I wish you could be happy with how weâve chosen to live our lives.â
âI am!â your mother protests. âYou know I adore Melissa, but I want grandkids!â
âI can give you grandkids without being married, Ma. But donât hold your breath. Iâm in no rush to have kids, if I have any at all. And Lis is practically a mother to twenty five children as it is with her job.â
Something in your mother finally gets her to relent. âI suppose Iâll just have to move onto your sister.â
âYeah,â you snort out. âYou do that, Ma. Just donât tell her I sent you her way.â
âOh, you know Iâll be sure to tell you you sent me to her,â your mom teases you.
You roll your eyes. âHow are you and Dad?â
Melissa sees this as a good opportunity to enter the room, with your mother telling you about her day and what she and your father got up to today.
âMa?â she whispers. You nod, and during a brief pause, the redhead calls her greeting into the phone.
âMel!â your mother grins into the phone. âHow are you dear?â
âJust fine, Nel. Tell Rick I said hey too when you get a chance.â
âI will dear,â your mom promises. And then sheâs off and telling you more about her day. She chatters on for a few minutes before the doorbell rings. Itâs your food.
âMa?â you interrupt her gently as she tells you about the chronicles of her canasta game. âI hate to go, but our food just got here, and Iâm starving. Iâll call you soon, yeah?â
Melissa stands to answer the door as your mother reluctantly lets you go, but only after quite a few promises of calling her again soon- coming up for a visit.
The redhead is already sorting out your food from the bag when youâre finally able to end the phone call, and she looks to you with a smirk. âJust a catch up call?â
âJust a catch up call,â you groan. âWoman acts like she hasnât talked to me in years when I called her yesterday. She says to tell Janine and Gregory congratulations by the way.â
Melissa nods and hands you your pair of chopsticks and food before grabbing her own. You gently drape your legs over her lap with a smile, and green eyes are rolled fondly.
âSo, anything else happen once I left Abbott today?â you ask.
Your girlfriend huffs. âYeah. Loads of bullshit, thatâs what happened today.â
She launches into some story about Ava and the data analysis, how the way that they retained their reports was deplorable- a school to prison pipeline really. You canât help but chuckle at the way she explains the details, loudly and with lots of emotion. Your eyes go soft as you remember just how in love you are with the woman in front of you. The way that she cares about her students and her employment so much is⌠she goes above and beyond, really.
âOi,â Melissa nudges you. âIâm over here talking about the school to prison pipeline, anâ youâre giving me lovesick puppy dog eyes. What the hell?â
You lean up and kiss her sesame chicken stuffed cheek gently. âI just love how passionate you are about your job and your kids. Itâs really admirable. I wish I cared about my job that much.â
âYou know what else Iâm passionate about?â your girlfriend chuckles quietly and winks at you. Then she wiggles her eyebrows.
âJesus, Lis. Always thinking about sex,â you roll your eyes, but a smirk is evident on your face.
âYouâre sitting here in booty shorts and a sports bra with your legs draped over me, and Iâm not supposed to be thinking about sex?â Melissa challenges.
âWe had sex before the food got here. Eat your dinner,â you roll your eyes once again as you pick up another piece of broccoli with your chopsticks.Â
The two of you finish you meals in relative silence as the television plays softly in the background, your girlfriend in her head and thoughts about what had been revealed earlier that day in the staff room, and then what she had overheard while you were on the phone with your mother.Â
Itâs not much later that the two of you are heading to bed, and Melissa just canât keep her hands off of you- and not in that way. You know that you were joking about sex earlier, but youâre both so exhausted you donât even know if you could manage right now without falling asleep. Her arms are just wrapped around your frame as you brush your teeth, as you comb your hair and take off your makeup. Her chin rests gently against your shoulder blade, and you feel a soft kiss being pressed to it. She doesnât detangle herself from you even as you make your way into the bedroom. The only time that she lets you go is when you crawl into bed. Still, almost immediately once youâve settled under the covers does she attach herself to your side again. Her head rests gently on your chest, red hair splayed out underneath of her.
âI love you,â Melissa whispers softly.
You press a warm kiss to her temple, muttering out a soft, âLove you too, Lis,â before you allow your eyes to flutter shut and sleep to take you away.
While youâre sound asleep, your girlfriend stays up for some time thinking about everything that had taken place today. Is⌠should the two of you get married? Your mother made a few good points. She knows you want kids at some point, and being on her insurance would probably beat the shitty insurance that the district offers her. And God forbid something happen to her, she would want you to be taken care of- you would get the house, her belongings⌠everything. But what you had said was true- the two of you were practically married as is. Youâve been together for three years, you live together, youâve been through good times and bad. You donât need a paper to prove to the world that you love each other.
But⌠she finds that she wants that stupid piece of paper. Melissa realizes that calling you her partner, her girlfriend, the love of her life that she isnât married to just isnât enough. She wants to have the privilege of introducing you to new people as her wife, as Mrs. Schemmenti. And she canât do that if the two of you arenât married. Silently, she decides that she might just have to fix this situation sheâs found herself in.
The two of you wake up in a warm and sleepy haze. Melissaâs arms are wound tightly around your waist, her face practically in your chest from when you had turned in your sleep. Your legs are tangled with hers, and youâve never woken up so warm and light.
âGood morning,â you whisper as you kiss her nose softly.
She just smiles. âWaking up next to you everyday, itâs always the best part of my day.â
âStop trying to charm me,â you chuckle. âYou already got the girl, and thereâs no way that my bedhead and morning breath is the highlight of your day.â
Green eyes are soft and full of love as she looks into your own. âI promise you, my love.â
You lean in to kiss her.
Sheâs clingy the rest of the day, like how she was last night. And while itâs not unwelcome, it isnât quite like your girlfriend. Yes, she likes to touch you- sheâs usually not all that far from you while you lounge around the house on a lazy Saturday, but today you canât seem to escape her hold. And if you do, itâs because Melissa is up and getting you a cup of coffee, grabbing the television remote from the other side of the couch, or sheâs draping a blanket over you when you shiver. But as soon as the task at hand is complete, sheâs right back to you- arm draped over you, kissing your head, tracing patterns on your thigh as you read, just simply enjoying your presence.Â
You let her do this in silence- you donât mind it. But it does confuse you. For the morning, you simply chalk it up to still being exhausted from the previous day, but even a time where she should be refreshed and back to her normal self, she isnât.
Finally, around two in the afternoon, you canât quite keep it inside of you anymore. You have to know why sheâs acting like this, and without an apparent reason.
âLis?â you crane your neck to look at her. Sheâs currently sitting behind you and massaging your shoulders as you watch television.
She answers by dotting a few kisses to the slope of your neck.
âLis,â you repeat again, and you have to fight the moan that wants to come out of your mouth. Her hands and lips are almost irresistible. âHoney.â
âI love you,â she whispers against your skin.
âI love you too,â you smile softly and turn in her arms. âBut babe, I gotta ask: why are you so lovey today?â
âAm I not allowed to spoil my girlfriend?â Melissa asks you.
You chuckle and kiss her softly. âYou definitely are, but⌠Iâm not forgetting an important day for us or anything, am I?â
âYou think I need a special day to show you how much I love you?â she retorts.
You shake your head. âWell, no, but-â
âI love you,â your girlfriend tells you. âThatâs all.â
You chuckle and kiss her again. Although you donât believe her, something had to have happened to have her acting like this on a random Saturday, you relent. âOkay, honey.â
You let her continue to be clingy- itâs not like you mind it. Melissa is always so hellbent on showing her tough side, and you absolutely melt at being privileged enough to see the walls come down and her heart show. She continues to shower you in words of affirmation, and the look in her eyes is a look of love, but itâs different from the usual love you see.
The two of you are cooking dinner in your loungewear when she takes hold of your left hand. She brings it up to her lips and kisses your ring finger specifically.
âLis?â
She just hums in response before pulling you in close and continuing to tend to the pot that sheâs stirring.
âHoney?â That was odd.
Melissa looks to you. âWhat?â
âWhat was that?â you ask with a raised brow.
She smirks at you before casually replying, âI think your left hand might look better with a couple rings on it, donât you think?â
âWhat?â Your jaw drops at her words, spoken as if she was telling you about the most mundane things in life, not marriage.
Melissa kisses the side of your head. âIâve been thinkinâ.â
âClearly,â you chuckle softly.
âCan I admit somethinâ to you? Without you gettinâ mad?â
Your brows furrow. âWhat did you do?â
Your girlfriendâs hands immediately go up in surrender. âNothinâ bad, babe. I just⌠with Janine and Gregory getting married, your words about not needing a silly little paper did something to me. And then⌠yesterday when you were on the phone with your ma, I may have heard you tell her I was practically your wife anyway.â
âYou are,â you confirm. âBut I know you donât want the legalities of it all, and Iâm okay with that- I told you that when I moved in.â
âWhat if- what if I donât want just âpracticallyâ no more?â she asks hesitantly. âWhat if I want it officially, and to be able to introduce you as Mrs. Schemmenti, my wife?â
Your eyes widen slightly. âI meanâŚâ
âIâll put it to you this way,â Melissa sighs softly. She pauses to stir the contents of your meal again. âWhen⌠when I married Joe, I knew it wasnât the fairytale I imagined as a kid. So when it didnât work out, yeah- it sucked. The circumstances made it suck a lot more. But⌠I donât feel that way with you. I feel like everyday is a dream when I wake up beside you. Youâre the⌠the miracle Iâve been waitinâ on.â
Tears begin to spring to your eyes at her vulnerable and meaningful words. âR-really?â
âReally,â she whispers as she kisses your head again. âAnâ Iâm not sayinâ we need to rush anything, but I⌠I think we should think about next steps. Ring shopping, an engagement, maybe a small, low-key wedding?â
You nod against her. âI- I think youâre on to something.â
When Monday rolls around and Melissa, now your fiancee, walks into the staff room of Abbott Elementary with a sparkling ring on her finger⌠well, she can only smirk.
âI guess I want that stupid piece of paper after all.â And then when she sees Janineâs face, she quickly adds, âAnd no- we will not be having a double wedding."
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spiked woes and revenge
poly!darksun x fem!reader who is slipped a love potion [2.1k words]
prompts: from my darksun disciples @butt3rnugg3t : "darksun (I'm obsessed and I'm not sorry) with a reader who gets slipped a love potion without knowing?", as well as @underoospeterparker : "could I request poly!darksun x reader where they're both really protective over her"
CW: drugging someone, anxiety and concern, friends responding perhaps violently, hurt comfort, hateful and disgusting men being publicly shamed :)
James and Barty were just making their way up the stairs to the 7th year Gryffindor boys dormitory when they came upon a peculiar sight.
The door - which was notoriously ajar should any number of friends or acquaintances want to drop by (with the exception of first thing in the morning when they were dressing for school, the end of the day when they were getting ready for bed, or when there was a very pointed tie hanging by the handle) - was not only closed, but there were the telltale plumes of smoke indicative of a potion being brewed within the dorm room walls trailing beneath the ancient wooden door.Â
âBut what if he doesnât like me?â Came your muffled voice then; painted with worry andâŚtears?Â
âHey, itâs alright, Trouble.â James heard Sirius counter, though he didnât miss the anxious tilt of his voice. âYouâre impossible not to like.â
âYou know who likes you an awful lot?â Remus added then, though it sounded as though his attention was split between you and whatever else was happening in the dorm room. âJames and Junior.âÂ
âSo much, Y/N.â Lily agreed quickly, before her voice dropped as she hissed âwhere the sodding hell are they!?â to someone else in the room.Â
Yet whatever James thought he was about to walk into didnât even compare to the chaos that was their dorm room.Â
Regulus, Lily, and Remus were all hovering in front of a makeshift potions station in the centre of the room; Remus dutifully checking and rechecking the brewing instructions from a heavy tome, Regulus chopping and prepping the ingredients with an efficient precision, and Lily expertly stirring the potion whilst keeping an eye on the heat and adding the ingredients as Remus read them out and Regulus handed them to her.Â
Marlene and Dorcas stood to the side of the room, muttering angrily under their breaths as Marlene paced back and forth, though she kept her eyes trained dutifully on you, and Sirius had you wrapped up in one of their throws - so tightly that James wondered if it didnât actually hurt - like a muggle straight jacket as he rubbed your back and rocked you back and forth, Peter hovering over you with a tissue in one hand to catch falling tears and a fan in the other to keep you cool.Â
âWhat in the buggering fuck is going on here?â Barty spat then, apparently having come to his senses faster than James.
âHey! Hey Trouble, look! Look who it is!â Sirius started with forced enthusiasm, rubbing your back with new vigour as he tried to get you to turn your attention to your two boyfriends. You hardly spared them a glance.Â
âWhatâs the matter, angel? Whatâs with the tears?â James asked cautiously, easing his way over like the scene was a live wire ready to explode with one wrong move.Â
âIâm scared. I donât feel good Jamie.â You admitted, which James could very well see, though you immediately followed it up with âand what if he doesnât like me?âÂ
âWhat if who doesnât like you?â Barty asked then with a hard edge to his voice that saw James swatting at him warningly and Regulus hissing âwould you take it easy, Junior?âÂ
âMcLaggen.â Marlene answered for you; muttering the name with so much disdain that James almost wondered if it was the delivery itself that saw you burst into tears.Â
âMcKinnon, please.â Peter whined then, working overtime with both his tissue and his fan, looking like he was sweating nearly as much as you were and just as close to hysterics.Â
âJames?â Remus whispered, his eyes widening in warning. âA word, please?âÂ
Both James and Barty wretched their attention from you to join the impromptu potions class.Â
âListen, you cannot freak out; weâre brewing the antidote right now, but-â
âWhat antidote?â Barty interrupted darkly, causing Regulus to scoff at his oldest friend.
âJunior, what did we just say?â
âListen, the two of you have one job right now.â Lily spat then; her tone taking on a no nonsense quality that had both boys unintentionally standing up straighter. âAnd that one job is to help keep her calm, got it?â
âOkay. Alright.â James agreed breathily, but Lilyâs fiery gaze turned to Barty as she raised one perfectly arched auburn brow at him expectantly.
âMerlin,â He groaned, though they all watched him take a steadying breath, âokay, okay. What antidote are you brewing?â
âThe Love Potion Antidote.â Regulus responded quickly, handing Lily the wiggentree twigs that Remus directed him to prep, watching over the cauldron as the potion turned green.
âLove Potion?â James hissed.
âShe was slipped a Love Potion!?â Barty added.
âLooks like it.â Remus muttered darkly, though his face turned soft and pitiful when he looked over his shoulder to watch Sirius and Peter trying to keep you calm.Â
âAlice overheard him asking her to Hogsmeade next weekend after Astronomy class yesterday. She declined, obviously.â Lily explained.
âLooks like heâs not used to rejection.â Regulus spat bitterly.
âOh, heâs going to get used to rejection alright.â Barty muttered threateningly as he reached for his wand and made to storm out of the room, only for Marlene and Dorcas to block his exit.Â
âOne job.â Marlene demanded then, gesturing roughly in your direction.Â
âItâs orange, now what?â Lily asked, and Remus flipped the page in the tome.Â
âAdd castor oil until it turns blue.âÂ
âIâŚI think maybe I should go?â You whimpered then; sentence dotted by hiccups and sniffling as you seemed to be staring unseeingly into the room. âI should go, right?â
âHey, angel; youâre alright. I think youâre good here, huh?â James tried as he kneeled in front of you, and Peter seemed more than happy to step aside and make room for your boyfriends. âWhat do you say? Weâll justâŚhang out for a bit?â
âBut I think I should go see McLaggen.â You pouted, and James had to remind himself to tamp down the anger threatening to boilover at the sight of your tearstained face.Â
âOr,â Barty started then, and James prayed to the gods that he kept his wits about him, âwhy donât we try to relax for a bit, and if you still feel like seeing him afterwards, weâll all go pay him a visit?âÂ
Dorcas let out a humourless snort at that. âI vote for option number two.âÂ
âAndâŚ.weâre blue.â Lily announced then, snuffing the flame out from beneath the potion and transferring it to a vial. âWeâre gonna get you feeling better, Y/N.â She promised.Â
âOkay, thank you.â You all but sobbed in response.
âWhatâs with the restraints?â Barty asked then as he pulled at the blanket wrapped around your being.Â
âWe didnât handle being told to sit down very well.â Sirius responded for you, tightening his arm around your shoulders comfortingly as Peter rubbed a quickly growing red welt on the side of his cheek.Â
âIâm sorry.â You nearly wailed as Lily made for you. âI just feel like Iâm supposed to go find McLaggen!â
âDonât worry, Treasure.â Barty assured you with a disturbing amount of composure. âWeâre absolutely going to go find McLaggen, okay? Why donât we take the potion Lily made for you, hm? Get you feeling better first.â
Barty spoke over the discontented grumblings of Regulus and Remus who âalso helped make the potion, thank you very muchâ as he took the vial from Lily and held it up to your mouth. âBig drink, okay Tres?âÂ
James was glad that you were as agreeable as you were in your discontented state, simply wrapping your blanket clad hands around Bartyâs and allowing him to hold the vial as you drank the entire potion down.Â
âIt reads here that sheâs probably going to be very tired and more than a little confused for a while, but the anxiety and lust should be gone.â Remus explained; James could kiss the sod.Â
âGood. Good, yeah? Thatâs good, right angel? Do you feel better?âÂ
You sucked in a deep, shuddering breath as you licked a droplet of the potion from your lips and considered your answer before nodding slowly. âIâŚyeah. Yeah, I- I think so. I think I feel better.â
No sooner had the words left your lips did Lily grab her wand. âGreat! Ready to go?â She asked no one in particular, but both Marlene and Dorcas answered in the affirmative immediately.Â
âWhere are you three going?â James asked cautiously.Â
âYou know,â Dorcas drawled casually as she began rummaging through Siriusâ trunk, though the long-haired boy hardly seemed to mind, âwe just realised that we havenât caught up with our old classmate in so long.âÂ
âA shame, really.â Marlene agreed as Dorcas filled her bag with various dung bombs, charmed firecrackers, and other various pranking paraphernalia. âAll this talk about inter house unity, and we neglect a vast majority of our peers.âÂ
âWeâre going to change that.â Lily declared as she swiped the Marauders Map from Remusâ desk. âStarting with McLaggen.âÂ
And with that, Lily shot you a wink, Dorcas a salute, and Marlene blew a kiss before the three witches closed the door to the boysâ dorm behind them.
âCan I take this off now?â You asked then, wriggling under Sirius arm as you tried to free yourself from your blanketed prison.Â
âOnly if you promise to keep your hands to yourself.â Sirius teased as he unravelled the blanket, causing you to fluster as you shot Peter your best doe eyes.Â
âI really am sorry, Pete.âÂ
âOhâŚitâs alright.â Peter offered with a nervous laugh, though he winced as he prodded the tender portion of his jaw that was well on its way to bruising. âIâm just glad youâre feeling better.âÂ
âWhat the hell happened?â Barty asked then; shoving the offended blanket off your shoulders and taking the fan from Peter (rather roughly, though Peter seemed more than glad to be effectively dismissed from his job) and started fanning you off.Â
âIâŚI honestly donât even know? Professor Slughorn was handing out chocolates to us after class today for a job well done, and whilst he was doing that, McLaggen approached me again asking if I wasnât entirely sure I didnât want to go to Hogsmeade with him.â
You were interrupted by James and Sirius grumbling, Remus scoffing, and Barty muttering something along the lines of âask first, respect the answer, fuck faceâ under his breath.Â
âAnd I said no, and left. I didnât drink anything or-â
âDid you eat the chocolate?â Regulus interrupted then, ignoring his best friendâs murderous gaze for daring to speak over his Treasure.Â
âWhat?â
âThe chocolate that Slughorn handed out. Did you eat it?â
âWell, yeah, but-â
âBefore McLaggen spoke to you, or after?â Regulus continued, inching closer and closer to being hexed straight to hell by Barty.Â
âAfterâŚâ
âYou think he tampered with the chocolate?â Remus asked then, earning him a shrug of Regulusâ shoulders, though his head moved side to side in semi-confirmation.Â
âItâs the only thing that makes sense.â
âThe only thing that makes sense,â Barty spat venomously, âis a fucking dementors kiss for attemptedâŚwhat? What was his plan?â
No one had the chance to answer, though, when the castle walls shook with the force of a boom coming from outside.Â
The seven of you all stood and crammed your heads into the alcove of the window to see almost an entire acre of the castle grounds coated in a thick, sludgy yellow substance and one individual slipping and sliding as he tried to make his way out of the mess. Hexes and jinxes were being shot at him from three sides - clearly the doing of Marlene et al., if James recognised her duelling strategies correctly.Â
âWellâŚâ You offered cautiously. âI guess none of us have to go find McLaggen now?âÂ
Barty seemed wholly unconvinced, but by the time the group of you got to the Great Hall for breakfast the following morning to find McLaggen unable to speak to any femme (student or faculty alike) without first announcing âMy name is Tiberius McLaggen and I am a sexual predator.â for all to hear, Barty relented on his insistence to defend your honour.Â
âThe girls beat you to it.â Youâd whispered into his cheek before stamping it with a kiss.
James figured this was probably the only time Barty would ever allow himself to be outdone.
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wshsuzjzkz first, I REALLY NEED TO watch this movie, why i wait this much but two, thĂŠ pairing of readers being barry's sister is druving me insane. the tension running into my head. the second gif is actually me HYPERVENTILATING đđ I NEED.more of this...need barry to go crazy đ
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you were sin with legs. rafe watched you smile at the men in the front, the group of them emptying their wallets when you hadnât even did anything to make them shower you with cash. then again, rafe felt the urge himself to give you all of his money just because you were so pretty. â DAAAAAAMN đââď¸đââď¸ how to be his bitch
âoh, yeah? tell that to barry. heâll kill you if he finds out you were here.â you scoffed, your eyes meeting his. rafe stared at you for a moment, motioning for you to get closer to him. â PROTECTIVE!barry ohhh we're into something
you swallowed thickly, the small disco ball in the room illuminating his features. âiâm not gonna do anything to you, i just wanted you away from everyone out there.â he spoke lowly. you took a step, accepting the hand he held out for you before he guided you onto his lap. you wrapped an arm around his shoulders like it was second nature, his large palm running up and down your thigh. â currently living for the touch, the contact, the dynamic, this is tooo goood âđżâđż
âis barry home?â he was breathless when he pulled away, his hands roaming your body as if he wanted to take you right then and there. â he's so shameless LMFAOOOOO
âi donât kiss and tell, rafe.â as if a flip switched, you two began ravaging each other once more. â if you saw me action crazy, no you don't.
âđâËâšâĄ breaking the one rule he was always supposed to follow, rafe found himself sitting in the shadows of the gentlemenâs club where bitchy!pogue!reader worked at. imagine your surprise when you find out the person that paid for a private dance with you is your brotherâs best friend.. and business partner.
warnings: dealer!rafe, stripper!reader, brotherâs best friend trope, mentions of you and barry arguing, sexual tension, flirty banter, making out, heavy petting
a/n: this is what bitchy!pogue!reader is wearing in this btw.. i watched anora and worked on this right after lol
wc: 1.1k
rafe knew it was wrong the second he got in his truck and drove down to âpink sugarâ to see if you were there. he knew it was wrong when he walked in and scanned the room for you, and he knew it was wrong when he took a corner seat furthest from the stage. after overhearing you and barry arguing about what you did for work, rafe couldnât help himself from seeing what was making you come home with a duffle bag full of cash. his curiosity got the best of him, and when he saw you emerge from behind the curtains, pink lace lingerie hugging the curves of your body, the cutest pair of bunny ears adorning your head, with a little bunny tail on your g-string to match, all the guilt he once felt melted away into nothing.
you were sin with legs. rafe watched you smile at the men in the front, the group of them emptying their wallets when you hadnât even did anything to make them shower you with cash. then again, rafe felt the urge himself to give you all of his money just because you were so pretty. rafe swallowed thickly when your song started and the lights went low, everyoneâs attention zeroing in on you as you lowered yourself to the glossy floor of the stage. he watched you crawl to the center, arching your back as the rhinestones around your eyes sparkled under the club lighting. one of the men reached out, poking the little ball that was your bunny tail, slipping what looked like a hundred dollar bill in the string of your bottoms.
rafe hated the way the men in here were looking at you right now, his fists clenching at his sides as he imagined what kind of thoughts were currently running through their heads. âthatâs it, baby!â a drunken holler was shouted, the rest of the club following suit and bursting into a fit of cheers when you managed to spin around the pole in the middle of the stage. rafe watched in awe, deciding he needed to get you to himself, and away from the hungry stares of the crowded club. making his way over to the bouncers that stood outside of a concealed hallway, he handed both of them a few crispy bills. âget the one on stage with me and iâll double it.â without another word, both of the security guards moved aside, letting rafe through.
you finished the rest of your set, blowing kisses to the men who made it a mission of theirs to spoil you rotten tonight before you made your way to the locker rooms where you refreshed your hair and makeup. ây/n?â nancy, the ownerâs right hand woman walked in, âi have a private dance for a younger gentleman in room five.. he requested you specifically.â you smiled at her through the reflection of the mirror. âokay, iâll be right over.â you nodded, giving yourself one more glance before making your way down the dimly lit hallway. the first private dance of the night always made you a little anxious, but at least you knew you were guaranteed a hundred dollars that you didnât have to share.
you took a breath, twisting the door knob open before going in, shutting the door closed right after. âi must be special if you chose me..â you placed a hand on the manâs shoulder, walking around him before standing between his legs. looking down, you felt your heart drop to your stomach when he looked up, the face all too familiar to you. âyeah, you are.â you gasped, retreating your hand from him as if he burned you. âwhat the fuck do you think youâre doing, rafe?!â you nearly lost your footing when you stepped back, suddenly feeling exposed as his eyes trailed down your body. âwhat? iâm just a paying customer.â he shrugged, tossing back the drink in his hand.
âoh, yeah? tell that to barry. heâll kill you if he finds out you were here.â you scoffed, your eyes meeting his. rafe stared at you for a moment, motioning for you to get closer to him. you swallowed thickly, the small disco ball in the room illuminating his features. âiâm not gonna do anything to you, i just wanted you away from everyone out there.â he spoke lowly. you took a step, accepting the hand he held out for you before he guided you onto his lap. you wrapped an arm around his shoulders like it was second nature, his large palm running up and down your thigh. âsooo.. you think youâre doing me a favor by pulling me back here so no one else can watch me dance?â your face was just mere inches away from rafeâs.
âiâm losing out on a lot of money, âcountry club..â you whispered, the slow music playing softly in the background. âhow much do you want. throw me whatever number youâd like.â you smiled, your fingers slipping underneath the hem of his polo. âtwo thousand,â you spoke, âwith interest.â rafe laughed, nodding his head as he trailed his hand from your thigh to your hip, adjusting the strap of your g-string against your skin. âwith interest, huh?â he smirked, eyes falling down to your lips, â..iâd happily give that to you.â you leaned in first, just wanting to feel his lips on yours. rafe stilled for a second, a groan rumbling from his chest when he pulled you closer by your neck, returning your kiss tenfold.
âis barry home?â he was breathless when he pulled away, his hands roaming your body as if he wanted to take you right then and there. at the mention of your brother, reality seemed to grip its claws into you when you realized what you were doing right now. rafe saw the look of confliction pass over your face, his fingers cupping your chin to avert your attention back onto him. âhey..â he whispered, âi wonât tell if you donât.â his words echoed in your head, his cologne and his proximity overtaking your senses. as if you two were meeting on the same page, rafe watched as your eyes grew dark, a smile gracing your lips. âi donât kiss and tell, rafe.â as if a flip switched, you two began ravaging each other once more.
time slowed when you two moaned into each otherâs mouths, grappling onto one another as if the two of you would disappear if you let go. âbarryâs gone for the night.â you managed to speak between kisses, rafe nodding as he cupped you through your bra. just as he was going to tell you to leave with him, the bouncer outside the door yelled that rafeâs thirty minutes were up. âwhat the fuck, already?â he glanced down at his watch. you sighed, letting rafe pick you up before he kissed you one more time. âget your shit and letâs go, iâll be waiting at the front door.â he squeezed the globes of your ass, making you gasp as he walked out. and just like that, rafe never let you step foot in that club again.
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Antis arenât known for âprotecting fictional childrenâ.
Theyâre actually known for âharassing real people over fictional thingsâ , âputting the lives and well beings of fictional children over real peopleâ and ânot being able to separate fiction from realityâ.
Itâs the equivalent of people protesting in front of a movie theatre in the 80s because âhorror movies are satanic and dangerousâ.
(And for the record, I am disgusted by those ships, but youâll never see me harass real people who like those ships that I personally hate, because their ships arenât my ships and I choose to mute/block them and mind my own business instead of harassing and accusing them of being predators based on their taste in fiction alone.)
Like⌠sorry if this upsets you, but just because you canât separate fiction from reality doesnât mean I canât separate fiction from reality.
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Please more Trail's gone cold au I'm begging you I need it just pour out every thought in your brain I want to hear it
hgdhhfbd i mean, sure why not
everything plot related is in the main post, there's nothing else really to tell. but i could share random details that didn't really fit into the lore drop. again tho, it's a small au and mostly an exploration of the concept, so there's not a lot.
âď¸ gem and etho are siblings, i don't think it was mentioned anywhere? blood related and all that, they both have black hair, gem just dyes hers.
âď¸ behind the scenes reasons for the order of deaths. generally i picked these three to be the main cast because i suddenly realized pet crew were just dungeon master and his two winners, and that was too crazy of a concept to not do anything with? so, tango as the main guy and actual master of the dungeon had to die first, seeing how he's the cave's favorite. pearl as the main explorer and as the one to unlock all the secrets had to die second, because she had to return to the dungeon / the cave to find out the truth, and she conquered it but never actually got out. and etho had to survive, because he's the "proper" winner and the one who actually escaped the dungeon with treasures.
âď¸ lore reasons for the order of infection. tango you already know, but pearl and etho went in at the same time so in theory they had to start experiencing the effects together. but because etho was wearing a mask it did lessen the amount of sculk he inhaled, slowing down the process. wear masks kids!
and, well, you did say you wanted to hear every thought so. i really like the plot point of them leaving tango to die, so im gonna ramble a little about it. even just, the difference in their views on the situation is so satisfying to me. because tango had no idea something scary was happening to him! and for pearl and etho it was a life or death situation. and just-- they were talking about leaving tango and tango obviously, obviously, protested, because what the actual hell??? yes okay he's ill and a burden, but don't leave an ill guy to freeze to death in a cave, what is wrong with them????? or, okay, what is wrong with etho, pearl was against the idea. but, straight up tango did not plan for it to end this way, he had his whole life ahead of him and so many things ha still wanted to do! of course he cried when they left, what else was he supposed to do? thank etho for his awesome decision? be all cool and stoic and sacrifice himself? hell no, he didn't want to die, he never asked for this.
he did die tho, so. whomp whomp đş... i imagine he passed before pearl and etho even reached the stairs, so at least he didn't suffer for long. if he had a breakdown about being left alone he probably hyperventilated and inhaled like a ton more sculk, so that killed him even faster. must've sucked tho...
and then pearl, god, pearl.... she didn't encounter any dangers on the way back, since she wasn't trying to escape and the cave had no reason to be hostile towards her. but seeing how she was at the last stage before turning... she probably didn't get to tango before collapsing... not dying just yet, but too feverish and too weak to walk. but if tango was already back, he could very much go and find her. can you imagine the pure horror of drowning in your regrets as you slowly die and then having your supposedly already dead friend appear in front of you all cheery and oh so wrong. i dont know how much of tango is left in that thing, but the image of him sitting by pearl and holding her until she dies is so-- its haunting but it's sweet. and then there's still enough time to catch up with etho.
actually, gahhhh, all three pet povs are their own unique horror story and it's so good.
the horror of having to go through this terrifying experience, and then being the only survivor, knowing full well that the only reason you lived is because you left your friends to die, and there's no way of fixing it now.
the horror of everything falling apart around you because of miscommunication, and then the one time you decide to do it right you end up regretting every single decision and witnessing the direct result of your mistakes come for you.
the horror of being stupid... the horror of losing all control over your life and being betrayed in the moment of your most vulnerability, dying fully and utterly helpless.
this au is so sad but i love it so much...
okay wow that's enough for one post, ask more if you want tho!
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maybe rafe finally seeing mermaid!reader's house and, like all her random trinkets and bobbles and clutter, and lowkey being on his kook ass bullshit, but secretly, he's actually really fascinated and intrigued by it all
ŕą¨ŕ§ Ë ŕŁŞâš mermaid!reader shows rafe around her house he acts a little judgeyâŚ
warnings: kinda some angst if you squint, fluff (yay) and a tad of classism unfortunately.
a/n: first fluff fic yayay also i adoreeee this req. this is so mermaid!reader and rafe. sorry it took so long to answerrrr & sorry its kinda short ahhhh, im not great at fluff i'll admit so this is good practice. (i hope this is what you wanted <3)
you nervously picked at your nails as you waited on your porch, swinging slowly in the crochet hammock that took you weeks to make. rafe's mercedes pulled into the little dirt driveway and your attention was quickly stolen.
"hey baby" he grinned as he slinked over, rolling his shoulders back to stand taller even though you already think he's the height of buildings. you hop out of the hammock and smile sweetly as he scoops you up for a hug.
"missed you" he mumbles into your hair before planting a kiss on the top of your head. a gesture, he knows, means the most to you. he releases you from the hug with a smile and you grab his hand softly, "missed you most. now come, i'll give you the tour"
he let your little hand drag him into your house. a sudden heat came over your face as you pulled him through the front door, realising how scared you were of rafe's kooky-judgment. you could see it in his demeanour, he was definitely thinking about how small the place is. how some of the wood is kinda rotted on the walls and how rickety the furniture looks. your little shack home was nothing like even the poorest of kook's homes.
you let go of his hand and put both of yours behind your back nervously, looking at the ground as you opened your mouth, "this is my living room kitchen area..." you stated. weakly gesturing to the room with an old tan leather couch that was fraying on the edges, adorned with crocheted, fluffy and wool beachy-themed blankets. the kitchen was tiny, 3 by 2ft and but the algae-green benches and the white black-splash with ocean themed detailing gave it some character.
rafe nodded curtly and glanced around, wordless for a moment, "its... small wow, you weren't really joking about it being a shack.."
your pursed lips turned to a frown quickly and you slowly crossed your arms in front of you, looking up at him disapprovingly as he continued to glance around. your jaw cocked to the side, "yeah some of us kinda pay for everything themselves which includes their house.."
his eyes went a little wide before he looked back at you, noticing your chagrin at his attitude towards your home. "no baby i'm just saying like- you don't deserve to live in a hole..." he quickly says, hands darting out in defence as he speaks but he only annoyed you further.
you roll your eyes, "come on. i'll show you my bedroom." you lead him up some open stairs to the left of the living room, bedroom was kind of a strong word, it was more like a half-loft situation since it technically had a door.
you swing it open and walk in, smiling proudly at your room, its completely filled with sparkly trinkets and decoration, your own little haven.
rafe cautiously followed you in, his eyes wide as he was clearly mesmerised by your cute little space. everything, from roof to foundation, was covered in things. crocheted 'fishing net' hung from the ceiling with little starfish and sparkles on it, jewellery boxes with coral and blues and greens sat all over the place, sparkly light pink and blue mesh fabrics hung from your ceiling above your bed, which was also adorned with whimsical bedsheets and pillows, like a canopy. every photo frame looked handmade with shells and little stones, all over the room dried coral and crystals sat in bowls or bunches. there was even a used tea cup on your dark stained wooden bedside table/cabinet (that was also spilling out all your mermaid-like clothing pieces) that was shimmery and shell themed.
"huh..." rafe began as he picked up a few things that intrigued him, you furrowed your brow, ready for more insulting words to spill from his lips but his face softened into a grin and he looked at you.
"your house is very you." he grinned, as he put the trinkets down carefully in their rightful spot, you looked at him with confusion in your eyes. "cute and mermaid-like, very... mmm, unconventional. but... i'm sorry for before, i... do like it here."
you tilted your head to the side with a forgiving smile before walking up to him and pressing your lips to his, he smiled into the kiss and held the small of your back and your chin, deepening it.
you pulled away first, "i know you're my big bad kook boyfriend but its okay to think my dingy little shack is cute, even for the cut." he chuckled a little and nodded before kissing the end of your nose.
"you're pretty cute, for a pogue" he smirked, his arms still around your waist as he leaned back, waiting for a playful smack.
and you delivered, scoffing and hitting him across the arm. he faked a wince and pretended all hurt as you rolled your eyes, "and you're pretty sweet for a kook."
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Considering the amount of emotional and moral nuance he managed to muster up immediately post Guanyin temple (despite having a terrible week and zero good role models) AND considering his front row seat to the dissection of Jiang Wanyin and Wei Wuxianâs downfall, I think that in a time travel fix-it, Jin Ling would actually be pretty successful at brute forcing yunmeng family therapy.
I mean he'd probably cry, but even that would be good! Because 1) modeling negative male emotions beside anger, and 2) Oh shit thatâs shijeâs kid we made Shijeâs son cry, fuck, fuck! Bam! Instant high ground! Also he has the most authority of any second gen character by virtue of the fact that he could pull âDO YOU WANT MY MOM TO DIE??? BECAUSE YOU TWO ACTING LIKE MORONS IS WHAT GOT MY MOM KILLED! NOW SIT DOWN AND SPIT OUT ALL YOUR FUCKING SECRETS OR MY MOM WILL DIE AND IâLL BREAK YOUR LEGS!!â It would work! Tell me it wouldn't work!
Not to mention once he gets a few sect leader years under his belt, he might be the best person to manage a fix-it, in general. He's got perspective. He's got political training. Others might get too caught up on the specifics of the Wen remnants or the Ying Tiger Tally or Vengeance against One Person or Another â Jin Ling is critiquing the basic structure of how Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng are living their lives and he's getting away with it.
He would even be good at dealing with Jin Guangyao, the slipperiest motherfucker in the timeline. Jin Ling's got as good a handle as anyone on his motivations, and he has sincere (if messy) affection for him, which would hit Guangyao right in his weak spot. Depending on your headcanons it may or may not be in vain, but he's got a real chance of getting the man to set some more modest and less destructive life goals.
Similarly, I think he'd do a pretty decent job at a harsh-but-fair critique of Xichen's neutrality and Mingue's rigidity and Huissang's delibrate uselessness, though getting them to listen would be more of a crapshoot.
All of this makes it especially funny how badly he would handle Wangxian.
For context: Wei Ying and Hunguang-jun are not just the gayest people Jin Ling has ever met, they are the gayest people he's ever HEARD of.
He wouldn't want to bring it up. He wouldn't mean to. He doesn't want to talk about it. But when he inevitably calls Wei Ying a slur only to be met with genuine bafflement? Jin Ling would completely lose his shit.
Because I don't think Wei Ying is going to get offended, or defensive, or have a response that his nephew could coherently mock. Wei Wuxian thinks 'hey these time traveling guys are actually pretty funny!' Him and Whom? Not even a serious topic of contention. You got me for a second, haha.
Jin Ling would break. Wei Ying eventually says something the effect of "I'm straight? Obviously?" and Jin Ling would nod once, start screaming, then climb across the table to strangle him.
It's â look. How do you fucking explain that all of the worst moments of your life were, in someway or another, characterized by Wei Wuxian and Lan Wanjii being FLAMBOYANTLY into one another.
The man who saved his life also killed his father and Jin Ling stabs him but it feels awful and â ok Lan Wanjii is cradling Wei Wuxian tenderly. Ok they're just going to go. They're leaving like that. Hunguang Jun was â is â was the Yiling Patriarch's widow, so that's another layer to add onto everything else. Hunguang-Jun is visibly expressing emotions with his face and voice and Jin Ling is going to go throw up now
Jin Ling's kidnapped at the burial mounds and everyoneâs lost their spiritual energy and all his friends and family are going to die and â those two are smiling at eachother. They're telling inside jokes. They're holding hands.
Jin disciples (his own clans disciples) just shot at him and and Xiao-shushu really is what people saâ WEI YING SHOUTS ABOUT WANTING TO FUCK LAN WANJII
THEY ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF BEING KIDNAPPED AND HE DOES THIS
Jujiu is bleeding from the stomach and crying he's bleeding and crying his jujiu is doing that and Xiao-shushu caused it and his whole life is a lie and Hunguang Jun and the Yiling Patriarch are visibly groping in a corner.
And then they never stop groping again. Forever.
So yeah, I'm quite confident that if Jin Ling had to be even peripherally involved with coaching Wei Wuxian through a bisexual awakening and homoerotic courtship, he would explode. He would black out with rage. He'd make an honest and embarrassingly unsuccessful attempt at killing Lan Zhan. He would walk into a lotus pond and stay there until he drowned. He'd start heavy drinking. He'd punch a random passerby in the dick.
In conclusion, Need More Jin Ling Time Travel Fics
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the neighbor
kika nazareth x reader
summary: you wanted a new friend in a new city
your heart pounds a little as you balance the plate of banana loaf and protein cookies in one hand, pausing at your neighborâs door.Â
the idea of making a new friend in this massive city feels like exactly the kind of thing that could make it feel like home, but as soon as the door opens, you almost forget what youâre here for. Â
standing in front of you is one of the most attractive women youâve ever seen, her dark eyes curious, framed by waves of her dark hair. sheâs dressed casually, but thereâs something so effortlessly confident about her that it leaves you momentarily speechless.Â
she blinks, looking from you to the plate in your hands.
âum, sorryâ hi!â you finally manage, a little flustered but quickly recovering.Â
âi just moved in next door, and i thought iâd bring over a little welcome gift.â
her face lights up with a genuine smile, and the warmth in her expression melts away any nerves you might have had.Â
âoh my goodness, thatâs so nice of you! please, come in.â
you step inside, glancing around. the space is cozy and bright, with a few unpacked boxes pushed to the side, indicating sheâs just settling in too.Â
thereâs a faint, comforting scent of vanilla and lavender in the air, and the place already feels warm, even if she hasnât completely unpacked yet. she sets the plate on the counter and gestures toward a stool at the kitchen island.
âhave a seat! iâll get us something to drink,â she says, moving toward the fridge with a natural ease.
you sit, watching as she pours a couple of glasses of what looks like strawberry lemonade. as she hands you a glass, you take it with a grateful smile.Â
âthanks. iâm y/n, by the way.â
âkika,â she replies, her smile widening.Â
âso, y/n, what brings you to barcelona?â
youâre about to take a sip but pause, trying to put it into words.Â
âhonestly? iâve always had thisâ umâ love? for the city. i visited a few years ago, and it just⌠clicked. i knew i wanted to live here someday. i finished university a year early, so i figured, why not now?â
she nods, looking impressed.Â
âthatâs brave. i think a lot of people have dreams about starting fresh somewhere, but actually making it happen? thatâs a whole different level. what do you do?â
âiâm a nurse. i just got a position at a clinic nearby,â you explain, and kikaâs eyes widen slightly.
âa nurse? thatâs amazing!â she exclaims, and you feel your cheeks warm at her enthusiasm.
you laugh, shrugging modestly.Â
âitâs rewarding but intense. iâve seen it all, from broken bones to kids swallowing the craziest things like handfuls of sand or batteries.â
she grins, shaking her head.Â
âthatâs the coolest thing, though. not everyone can handle that kind of job.â
âthanks,â you say, surprised by how easily you can talk to her.Â
âwhat about you? what do you do?â
thereâs a little sparkle in her eyes as she shrugs, looking like sheâs about to downplay it.Â
âi play football.â
âseriously?â your eyes light up.Â
âthatâs amazing!â
kika chuckles, clearly not used to people reacting this way.Â
âyep. i just joined the club here.â
âoh, so youâre with a local team?â you ask, not fully understanding.
she leans forward, her voice dropping slightly as she smiles.Â
âbarcelona. i play for fc barcelona.â
you blink, the words not quite sinking in right away.Â
âwait. are you serious?â
âdead serious,â she replies, laughing softly at your reaction. she pulls out her phone and flips through some pictures before holding one up, showing herself in a barcelona training kit at what looks like her first training session.
âthatâs⌠thatâs incredible,â you say, genuinely in awe.
âi mean, iâm not the biggest soccer fan, but i know enough to understand how huge that is.â
she chuckles, looking almost shy. ânot a big football fan? i need to take you to a game somedayâ but yeah itâs a big deal, i guess,â she shrugs.Â
âi think being a nurse might actually be cooler.â
âabsolutely not,â you say, laughing.Â
âyouâre living the dream for so many people. besides, i only moved here a week ago, and you already sound more established than i am.â
she shrugs, clearly a little bashful but appreciative of your compliments.Â
âstill, youâre doing something meaningful every day. you know, helping people.â
âi guess we both are, in a way,â you say, realizing you feel surprisingly comfortable around her. itâs only been a few minutes, yet you feel like you could stay here chatting with her all day.
you look around her apartment, noticing the soccer cleats on a shoe rack near the open closet door. theyâre neatly placed next to a few pairs of sneakers, and you canât help but think how fitting it is.Â
almost every girl in europe played football if they werenât buried in university work, you figured, so it hadnât been a huge surprise to hear she played. still, learning sheâs actually a professional? thatâs something else.
âdo you live alone here?â kika asks, breaking the silence.
you nod.Â
âyeah, just me. itâs a bit quiet sometimes, but being in a big city⌠i donât know. it just felt right.â
she leans forward, her eyes softening.Â
âbarcelona can be a little intimidating at first, but i think youâre going to love it here. especially if we can keep having hangouts like this.â
âsame here,â you say, feeling a warm buzz of excitement.Â
âi was kind of hoping iâd find someone cool in the building.â
she laughs, the sound filling the space with a kind of brightness.Â
âwell, looks like you got lucky then,â she teases, nudging your arm lightly.
before you know it, your phone buzzes with an alarm, snapping you out of the moment. itâs your reminder to start getting ready for the gym, and you glance down with a sigh, realizing you have to go.
âiâd better head out,â you say, standing up reluctantly.
kika follows you to the door, and just as youâre about to leave, she surprises you with a warm hug. it catches you off guard, but you hug her back, feeling a little spark in the embrace.
as you pull back, she looks at you with a hopeful smile.Â
âhey, would you maybe want to grab lunch together? say, wednesday?â
âwednesday sounds perfect,â you say, feeling that warm buzz in your chest again.Â
âand, you know, if you ever need anything, just knock on my door.â
âyou got it,â she says, grinning. âsee you wednesday.â
you give her arm a light squeeze, a soft âsee you,â before stepping out into the hallway.Â
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#kika nazareth#woso fanfics#woso community#woso x reader#barcelona femeni#fc barcelona#esmee brugts#meazalykov#portugal
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Saving Him
Summary: You save Rafe from being attacked by Groff, getting hurt in the process.
Pairing: daddy!rafe x little!reader
Warnings: age regression (briefly at the end), hand injury, blood, knife, cursing
⌠. ăâş ă . ⌠. ăâş ă . âŚ
The bike comes to a stop near a well and Rafe waits for you to get off first before he slides off as well, taking off his goggles and you do the same.
You cough, your throat burning from the sandy wind and lack of hydration, wiping the sweat from your forehead.
Rafe stands in front of you, placing his hand on your arms he lowers his head to meet your eyes. "You good?"
"Mhm...just thirsty." You rasp and he turns to Groff.
"Get some water." He demands and you all walk over to the well, only to realize there's no water in it and Rafe sighs. "Don't worry I'll get you something soon, yeah?"
You simply nod, going to sit on the edge of the well while Rafe talks to Groff.
"Tell us about this crown. What is it worth? Street value, rough estimate." He crouches down in front of you with a hand on your knee he points a finger at the man you don't trust at all, having had a bad feeling about him the whole time. "This shit better be worth our time. Do you understand?"
"Oh, it's worth a fortune." Groff states. "It's one of the most sought-after relics in the world. Owned by Caesar, hunted by Napoleon, said to grant wishes and make the bearer indomitable."
"Holy shit! Holy shit!" Rafe curses, standing back up straight again to face Groff. "That wasn't even close to answering my question. What is it worth?"
"Hundreds of millions."
Rafe purses his lips, almost scoffing. "You're full of shit."
"Am I?"
"Hundreds of millions." He repeats. "Wait I- what, you got a buyer or something?"
"Yeah, I got a buyer." Groff answers confidentially.
"Where?"
"Ever been to Lisbon?" He smirks and you scoff at the way he talks as if this whole situation isn't bothering him. That he screwed Rafe freaking Cameron over 400k.
Rafe smiles, approaching him. "Look at you, Groff. A'ight. Always got a plan. Well, you screwed me and my girl. And then you lost my money to those mercenaries, a'ight? So now you're gonna be my bitch."
You smirk at that, that's your man right there.
"And if you're lucky, I give you a little taste on the back end, okay?" He continues, leaning a little closer to whisper so you can't hear. "If I let you live."
On Rafe's demand Groff rolls out the map beside you, showing you both how to read it with the strange necklace thingy that shows things you can't see on the map.
Rafe hands it to you so you can take a look as well and you gasp that it actually works, now this is something you'll rub in his face whenever he says magic is not real, your little self beaming at the sight and begging to make a remark. "That's crazy..."
You give it back to Rafe, not listening how Groff talks about how the crown gives power, only lifting your head when you see him pulling something out of his pocket in your peripheral vision.
Suddenly Groff lungs at Rafe and you instantly react before Rafe even gets the chance and push him to the side just as Groff wields the knife.
You yelp when the knife cuts the inside of your hand, taking a few steps back to clutch your wrist, hissing in pain.
Rafe hurriedly gets back on his feet and takes control of the situation, seeing how Groff now balances himself to not fall into the well behind him, giving him a little nudge to make him fall backwards.
Groff's yell has you sighing in relief momentarily, knowing he isn't a bother anymore, seeing how Rafe leans over the edge.
"HA HA! CHECKMATE BITCH!" Rafe screams.
You whimper, screwing your eyes shut tightly and trying to blend out the stinging pain in your hand, starting to sniffle. "Daddy..."
Rafe turns at the sound of you crying for him, rushing over to you. "You idiot. C'mere let me see..."
You yelp when he takes your hand. He examines the injury and your bottom lip quivers at the amount of blood, the scent of copper penetrating your nostrils. "Hurts..."
"I know, I know. Come, we gotta wrap it up." He shushes you, leading you back over to the bike.
He rummages through the sidecar for anything that resembles alcohol, luckily finding a small bottle together with a rag and unscrewing the cap of the bottle he grabs your hand again. "A'ight, this is gonna sting...here bite into my arm yeah?"
He pushes back the sleeve of the jacket and the shirt he's wearing, lifting his arm to your mouth so you can bite into it which he knows you most definitely will.
"Okay, one, two-" he pours the alcohol over your hand without waiting to three, knowing it would hurt a little less when it's unexpected.
You bite into his forearm with all your might, a loud whine escaping your throat, your eyes shut tightly again.
Rafe doesn't even wince, continuing to disinfect the wound thoroughly all the while soothing you with assuring words.
"There we go. All over, you're so brave, I'm proud of you..." He murmurs, pulling his arm away from your mouth he wraps the rag around your hand, tying it securely to prevent any more blood loss.
You're still sniffling, burying your face in his chest. "M'sorry...had to save you, daddy."
Rafe sighs, wrapping his arms around you he kisses the top of your head. He's actually so fucking proud of you for your courage but he's also mad that you got hurt only because he let his guard down for a second.
"Don't be sorry. Everything's okay." He says, pulling back to look down at you. "Let's go get this crown."
Taglist
For everything:
@my-river-lilly @pauntedblacknails @fanfictioniseverything @devilslilbabysblog @buckymydarlingangel @hallecarey1 @daybreakwinter @loveshineslikethesky @wandaslittlewhore @vase-of-lilies @white-wolf1940 @simpingbutch @mischiefsemimanaged @alina02 @teddybearsgrr @doozywoozy @angelbabydoll28 @glxwingrxse @lilymurphy03 @veryvaughnny @lokigirlszendaya @youngstarfishdinosaur @little--baby--bear @minideathgoddess @rach2602 @gh0stgurl @flourishandblotts-inc @lovelyy-moonlight @yoruse
@mythixmagic @iris-xoxo-juhu
For Rafe:
@chiaraanatra @chimindity @erikasurfer
#little!reader#daddy!rafe cameron x little!reader#daddy!rafe x little!reader#daddy!rafe cameron#daddy!rafe
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