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donttouchmeimwriting · 3 years ago

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Argo ch. 1

Friday the 13th - Friendship/Romance - Jason Voorhees/OC M/M ship

2897 words, 3rd person POV

This is not following canon closely at all and I'm kinda blending bits of Jason's personality between original movies, the remake, and fan versions so this is pretty solidly AU. I hope you enjoy!

Cross-posting on FFN under PyroTheWereCat

There was no pleasure in killing. It was a task, like any other, but one that had to be done adequately. Even if it took several tries and the body was mangled by the end of it, the life had to be gone from their eyes.

"We can't have them coming back to hurt us, can we?"

Mother was right. Mother was always right. She was the only one who cared. She was the only one who knew kindness. It was her idea and her decision to take revenge against the wicked counselors of Camp Crystal Lake, and what she wanted, she would get.

She had nearly died herself trying to punish the ones responsible for her son's drowning, and so the pair needed to live in hiding, deep in the woods surrounding the camp. It took over ten years of teaching and training, but it was finally time. Mother knew best, and Jason Voorhees was willing to serve her every command.

Four years ago, Jason began his killing spree. He picked off the counselors one by one, catching each in a deadly infraction. He worked carefully at first, making the disappearances look like believable shirking of duties or horrible accidents. That year, authorities ruled the camp could reopen for the next season with some extra safety precautions. Jason was praised so lovingly that year.

The second year, Jason continued his streak, but allowed himself to get a little sloppy. The murders were attributed to one of the staff members, and no one was the wiser to his presence (or, more importantly, his mother's). The camp was forcibly closed for the following season, and Jason's mother prayed it would stay closed and they could be free of the evil of the counselors who knew no compassion.

But, as an investigation cleared the camp of outside interference, further cementing the falsely accused staff member as the murderer, Crystal Lake reopened for another season, forcing Jason out of hiding once more. He did not want to go back, having enjoyed the peaceful summer with his mother last year, but he knew he had a job to do. He dusted off his mask, sharpened his machete, and set out for Camp Crystal Lake once more.

This year already felt different for Jason. Perhaps it was the time off, or perhaps he was growing tired of killing, but this year he decided to approach things in a different way. He spent the first two weeks of camp watching from the shadows, identifying the counselors and their habits. There were eight of them: four men, four women. Their ages were uncertain, but it seemed the youngest was about seventeen and the oldest was about twenty-five, the majority being roughly twenty-one. College age, Mother had said, was the worst age for most folks. Leftover rebellion from their adolescence and newfound freedom created a sinful breeding ground for debauchery and cruelty that needed to be punished. Jason was of this age now as well, and he had promised to not let himself lose sight of his task.

During the weeks Jason watched the camp, he noticed a few important details. First, he noticed that ghost stories about the murders he and his mother had committed were being told at nightly bonfires, embellished to near supernatural lengths. This excited Jason to some degree, seeing that his hard work had noticeable impact years later. Second, he noticed there were no hikes on the outer trails and strict curfews were imposed on both the campers and the counselors, keeping the grounds barren between the hours of 9PM and 7AM. This rule would make Jason's work difficult if he planned on making any of these deaths appear accidental, but he could improvise if needed.

The third detail, and the most curious of all, Jason noticed that out of all eight counselors, one stood out as unique. The first distinctive feature was that he was shorter than the rest of his coworkers, somewhere close to five feet tall. Jason almost mistook him for a camper at first, but the back of his shirt clearly read 'COUNSELOR'. What truly set him apart from the rest, however, was how attentive he was to the campers. He made sure every voice was heard and no one felt left out. He kept a bright and supportive demeanor no matter the circumstances, and helped the campers with every activity. Furthermore, he did not seem interested in sneaking off to sacrifice his job duties in favor of more lecherous behavior. Jason found himself growing fascinated with this counselor, and opted to watch him a little more closely to see if he had any damning secrets that would confirm his impending death with the rest.

Another week dragged on, and Jason regrettably had lost track of time. He followed this seemingly kind counselor as he engaged the children in their activities and lent a listening ear to those who had problems or concerns. What could he be hiding? Mother was certain that anyone who took a job at this camp was a bad person, and Mother was always right...right?

"Alright, everyone!" the strange counselor called one morning, catching the attention of his group, "It's Friday tomorrow, and that means s'mores night!"

He allowed for a brief cheer from the kids before quieting them down again to continue,

"S'mores are really nice, aren't they?" Whoops and words of agreement rose from the group. "Do we agree that nice kids deserve to have nice treats?" More affirmations rang out. "That's right! But it's come to my attention, as well as the other counselors, that there's been some of you who haven't been as nice as they should be."

Jason leaned forward from his seated vantage point on a log, listening curiously to the counselor's teaching moment. Would he punish the whole group of kids for a minority's bad behavior? Would he revoke s'mores privileges? Would he try to drown some of the children in the lake? That last one was unlikely, but the thought still crossed Jason's mind. The counselor continued,

"Here at Camp Crystal Lake, we value honesty, teamwork, and what else?"

"Accountability," the children chorused.

"Exactly right," he praised, "And if one of us is being picked on, it's up to the rest of us to help them feel included, right?"

"Right!"

The counselor clapped his hands together, smiling kindly at the group.

"I don't want anyone to feel like they're in trouble, so we're gonna make this into a game, okay?" he proposed, "We're all detectives looking for clues on whodunnit. We have to solve the mystery of who's being a bully and have them apologize by tomorrow night, or all the s'mores will have to go away until next week. Does that sound fair?"

"Yes," the kids answered, somewhat anxious now that the promised snacks might be withheld.

"Awesome! Here are the rules of the game: you can't force someone to give you a clue if they don't want to. That would defeat the purpose of the game! You also can't point any fingers until the bonfire is lit tomorrow night. If the person who was mean wants to come forward on their own, they have to come to me or one of the other counselors so it doesn't spoil the end of the game. Once the person is revealed, they have to apologize to the person they hurt and will spend the weekend making it up to them because, here at Camp Crystal Lake, we want everyone to have a great time. If one of us isn't having a good time, we all have to work together to help them so we can leave here at the end of the summer with the best memories and the best friends. So let me hear it from you guys: are we ready to go out and have a great day?"

The kids burst into another round of cheers and the counselor shepherded them off to their first activity of the day. Jason propped his elbow on his thigh and rested his chin in his hand. He frowned in contemplation. This counselor was so dedicated to the kids...could he be an exception? Could Jason's mother have been wrong? He would have to catch this counselor alone to find out more. He still had plenty of time to dispatch the whole staff, he figured, so he had the time to learn what he could about this one counselor.

Jason stalked the counselor over the next few hours, watching him be the perfect role model for the kids as usual. Finally, sometime near midday, the counselor took a break after passing his group to another and announced he was going to check the nearest hiking trail for debris before he took the kids on it later. One of the female counselors offered to walk with him, and Jason detected signs of flirtation in her body language, but he refused, claiming it would be a short trip. Jason felt his heart beat faster with anticipation, following him just out of sight as he walked the trail, moving any large sticks or rocks from the path. Jason flexed his fingers on the hilt of his machete, wondering if he should kill him now despite having no evidence yet that he was a bad person. He resolved he would wait until they were far enough away from the camp where screams would not carry, then he would decide.

The counselor moved at a brisk and energetic pace, enjoying his time alone. He seemed so full of life and vigor...Jason almost felt bad that he was planning on murdering him. The counselor stopped at a fallen branch blocking the path and looked it over, his hands on his hips.

"That's a big one," he commented to himself, "I hope I can get it out of the way on my own."

With that he bent down to lift one end of the branch, stepping backwards to drag it off the trail. From Jason's position, he could see another, smaller branch on the ground behind the counselor, twisted and gnarled, but big enough to pose a hazard. Jason watched as the counselor caught his foot on the hidden branch and tumbled backwards, rolling through the leaves and sticks as he fell down the slope. He went over a slanted rock near the bottom and crumpled on the other side of a rotting log, his ankle caught in a hole in the log. Jason slowly approached, minding his steps down the slope so he would not fall as well.

The counselor grunted in pain as he pushed himself up on his elbows and attempted to free his leg from the log. He had dirt on his face and debris in his hair and, as Jason drew closer and could see more clearly, cuts and scrapes all over his arms and legs. Unsuccessful in his attempts, the counselor fell back on his elbows, breathing hard. He craned his neck to look over the log, having heard the approaching footsteps, and his eyes met Jason's, mere feet away.

"Oh my gosh, you startled me!" he greeted, "Thank goodness someone else was on the trail! I'm okay, by the way, I'm just a little stuck. Can you help me out?"

Jason froze as the counselor addressed him. Oddly enough, he didn't seem afraid, despite Jason's hulking stature, out of place hockey mask, and freshly sharpened blade in hand. He tilted his head to one side, puzzled. He hadn't been this close to another person (aside from his mother) in almost two years, but he distinctly remembered every person he had been this close to fearing him on sight. He looked down at his machete, wondering what was holding him back from stabbing this man and walking away. It was all so easy before...

"Ooh, yes, you came prepared!" the counselor said, noticing the machete as well, "If you're careful, you can probably hack around the opening so I can get my foot loose. If you want, I can get you some free food back at camp for helping me out. It's not much, but Miriam makes a mean chicken salad."

He smiled up at Jason, and Jason felt his heart stop for a moment. There was not a single flicker of fear in the counselor's eyes. All he could see was the same gentle expression shown to the kids back at camp. An unfamiliar feeling came over Jason and, for the first time in years, he felt compelled to help. He raised the machete, his eyes focused on the counselor's trapped leg. His breathing hitched, one part of his mind urging him to kill as Mother instructed, the other begging him to show mercy, just this once. He glanced back at the counselor's face, at that warm smile, and made his choice.

The machete swung down and struck the wood of the log, sending a spray of splinters into the air. The counselor winced, shielding his eyes from the shower, and tried to wiggle his leg loose.

"Still a little stuck," he announced, "I think one more whack on the other side oughta do it."

Jason wrenched the blade out of the wood and swung again on the other side of the counselor's leg. As predicted, the counselor was able to maneuver himself out of the weakened structure. He brushed the splinters and dirt off of his skin and shakily stood up, clearly in some pain from the fall.

"Thank you," he said to Jason, his smile returning, "Really, I would have been in some trouble if you weren't here, so thanks a lot. My name's Lijah."

He extended a hand to Jason to shake, but Jason was too caught off guard by his own response to the situation as well as Lijah's genuine friendliness to return the gesture. Lijah lowered his hand, unfazed by the lack of reaction.

"Not a talker, huh? That's okay," he noted, then became visibly nervous, "Oh, cripes, I'm sorry, are you deaf?"

He made some strange hand movements with that last sentence, gesturing to Jason and to his own ear. Jason shook his head, slowly coming out of his confusion.

"Ah, gotcha," Lijah said, relaxing, "That works for me. I'm not very good at signing."

He laughed at this, and Jason felt a pang of....something. Lijah's laugh was light and pleasant sounding...it reminded Jason of dappled sunlight through trees. He couldn't explain it, but he wanted to stay near Lijah for a while longer.

"In all seriousness, what is your name?" Lijah asked, "I'd like to know who my hero is."

Hero. That wasn't a word Jason thought would ever be associated with him, but it felt surprisingly good to hear Lijah call him that. He looked around himself for a moment, then up the slope at the trail. He motioned for Lijah to follow him and made his way up to the flatter part of the forest floor. Lijah had some slight difficulty following him, being so much smaller and having mild injuries, but he made it up the slope all the same. Jason waited until Lijah had caught his breath and stood next to him. He held his machete out to the ground and drew the letters of his name into the dirt. Lijah read the name aloud once he had finished and looked up at Jason brightly.

"Jason!" he chirped with delight, "Like the Argonaut in Greek mythology!"

Jason tilted his head, frowning. His mother had told him many stories as he grew up, but they were all from the Bible. He wasn't familiar with the character Lijah was referencing, and Lijah could see his bewilderment.

"He's a hero in his story," he explained, "well, for the most part. He goes on adventures with his crew and they see and do all kinds of amazing things together."

Jason nodded, liking the sound of this hero with the same name as himself. And the fact that he was not entirely virtuous...that struck a chord with him. He gestured to Lijah, who seemed to understand that he was asking about his name.

"I was originally supposed to be Elijah," he said, emphasizing the 'e' at the beginning, "but my little sister had trouble saying the whole name, so I changed it to just Lijah. By itself, I don't think it means anything special, but it's pretty special to me."

Jason stared at Lijah. How was he so good-natured? Even with an intimidating stranger like Jason, he managed to keep his upbeat attitude and unselfish way of speaking. Was he stupid or genuinely that benevolent?

"Hey, walk with me back to camp," Lijah encouraged, setting off in that direction, "I owe you lunch."

Jason felt a small stab of panic and shook his head. He looked over his shoulder and back at Lijah, who nodded.

"You've got somewhere to be - that's fine! Don't worry about it, big guy! But, if you find yourself back this way, come find me at counselor cabin 5 and I'll get you a meal to pay you back for helping me. Thanks again!"

He waved goodbye before turning and walking back towards the camp, the pep in his step dampened only slightly by the soreness in his legs. Jason watched him go and wondered wildly what had just happened. Had he somehow accidentally made a friend?

#argo fic #friday the 13th #jason voorhees #canon/oc #slashers #slasher fanfiction #friday the 13th fanfiction

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astoldbysteph · 4 years ago

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We’ve all seen them. I’d like to say that they lurk in the shows, waiting to see which innocent character they’ll discriminate all in guise of ‘creative freedom’. But the thing is, these character don’t hide in the shadows, they’re out in the open, being lauded by people that care more about ships than protecting the people around them and ensuring everyone is comfortable, enabling harmful portrayals that I really believe should be a thing of the past.

In this tungle hell post, I’ll talk to you about sexist characters, and why we need to stop allowing them in your groups.

This post is specially dedicated to the admins such as the people that ran @elisabethisland, to the people that write sexist, assholish male characters, and those who happily write against them and have enabled them for years.

So, what is a sexist a character? At least from my experience, most of them have been cis, usually straight, men portrayed as big shots with jobs that give them massive amounts of power, although there is also a classist trend of playing roughnecks that don’t know any better and thus they treat women like objects. Things only get worse when people use faceclaims of color to play them, but that’s something for another day.

These characters are also usually portrayed as playboys, which is all fine and dandy since they’re hyper cool big shots that can do whatever they want, and while there is nothing wrong with portraying serial daters as long as you do it with respect, the problem with these dudes is that they use their status as a playboy to interact with a lot of female characters they end up demeaning.

That is something that needs to stop.

The rpc heavily shifts towards romantic ships, especially m/f pairs formed by cishet people so people tend to give writers who write misogynistic men since people that write cis dudes they can ship with are a very small minority. And, ugh, ignoring the problem behind people’s obsession with male chasing and playing their cishet girlies against every cis dude they encounter (because male chasing has a layer of transphobia that also should be called out), there is absolutely NOTHING that justifies writing men that are downright misogynistic and bigoted.

NO, you are NOT more mature than the rest of us because you think you’re shit shit since your character refers to women as sluts, whores, and whatever other names you can think of while treating them like they’re below him.

NO, portraying a man as a woman hating raging asshole is not something to be proud of, nor is it something to boast about, especially when you play him against characters that are subjected to be mistreated by him.

NO , telling you that you should not play men that are sexist and don’t respect women is not infringing your creative freedom. You are not writing 50 shades of grey fanfiction for yourself only, you are ROLEPLAYING. You are writing all while collaborating with someone that does not deserve to be exposed to male chauvinist that get off on mistreating women, especially since the majority of roleplayers are women and believe me, we see enough of that sexist shit on the daily so some of us would like to not also have to deal with the same short dick smegma smelling assholes we avoid irl on our dashes.

NO , you don’t have to make your male character an abuser or a bigot just because you are playing a villain. You can play an antagonistic character without incurring in flat out writing about them discriminating others and then putting it on the dash for everyone to see. Put a little more effort into your characterization and just don’t choose the easy way, because nowadays the easy way is just the way of the people that have no respect for others.

NO , just because you add trigger warning to your characters your actions are suddenly okay. I mention this because there is a very poignant example on what elisabethisland’s players did when people noticed that they had a group of men that were being downright disgusting towards the girls they were writing against, and admins happily approved of this behavior and even participated in it.

Before they deleted everything and erased all evidence, those gross players literally tagged their stuff with things like sexism and misogyny, only to follow up the triggers with tags were they expressed their annoyance over the people that “complained” and forced them to start tagging their shit.

And the sad thing is, they’re not the only people doing this. They weren’t the first to be doing this, and they sadly won’t be the last. But maybe we can try to change that?

If you play male characters, I urge you to think hard about their development, use this chance to play them as good men. Even if they’re not overly happy or have a lot of issues and even trauma, that doesn’t mean that they must act like total assholes that put down women as a hobby. There are so many ways to give your characters depth without making them horrible people. Please stop exposing people to horrid dudes that are one second away from hurting women. Stop normalizing these sort of portrayals or let’s take advantage of the fact that we re literally in control of what we are writing so if we want, we can use our writing for good.

And this goes to women writing them... Really guys, really? There is no excuse to continue perpetuating this sort of stereotypes and continue putting this kind of men out there. If we could (sort of) put a stop to people playin full blown racists, maybe y’all can rethink your actions and stop playing these assholes? LOVE YOURSELVES!

If you write against male characters, value yourself and your characters more and refuse to enable writers putting out disgusting portrayals of misogynistic men, especially if you’re thinking of doing it or have done it just to have a ship.

I personally believe that ships shouldn’t be the most important thing in roleplay, but I am not your boss so I can’t stop you from only wanting to roleplay your self inserts against male fcs you find attractive. BUT, what I can do is to implore you to at least think about changing your ways.

Listen, we’ve already established that you’re only here to play self inserts against hot dudes. Okay, cool. That means you have all the power so seriously, why in the world would you want to play a portrayal of yourself to interact with a raging, abusive asshole?

Come on guys, let’s not traumatize or retraumatize ourselves and at least try to encourage people to play the men we’d like to see and not the men that have hurt us for centuries.

#rpc #rpt #rph #steph helps #sexism tw #misogyny tw #wntta

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waywardodysseys · 5 years ago

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Swimming in Stars - Oneshot

Pairing: Mandalorian/Mando/Din Djarin x virgin female reader

Warnings: SMUT, oral receiving (m & f), unprotected sex (wrap it up), consensual loss of virginity

Requested?: Yes from this ask - May I suggest experience mando and virgin reader??

Author’s note: gif by @51kas81

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She’s been traveling with Mando for close to a year now. She was running away from an old life. A life she no longer wanted any part of. She had been scouring around her village when she saw the Mandalorian walk into it and collect a bounty.

He has to have a ship, she had thought as her mind screamed to get out of this place and off this planet.

She moved her feet quickly and began looking at docking bays and around the outskirts of the city then she found it. The pre-Empire vessel called the Razor Crest.

She had hidden in the shadows and watched as the Mandalorian walked his bounty up the cargo ramp and onto the ship. She had swallowed and gained the courage she needed.

“No trespassers,” his gruff modulated voice had said when he pointed the Cycler rifle at her.

She held her hands up in a surrendering motion.

“Please,” she had half whispered, half cried, “I need off this rock.”

“I don’t do stowaways.” Was his harsh reply.

She had wiped the tear running down her cheek then lifted her head and moved the hood from her cloak down.

He had lowered the rifle once he had seen the purple bruise covering her face.

Mando had waited a beat before saying, “you get off at the next stop. That’s as far as I’ll take you.”

She had nodded and mumbled, “thank you.”

Now she knows the ins and outs of the Razor Crest. Helps keep bounties under lock and key, even helps him obtain trouble bounties. He has shown her a few things about being part of the Guild, even though she will never join. She prefers to be a part of the crew, a part of something greater than what she was a part of before he had rescued her.

Yet with each passing day over the last few months, she began to wonder about Mando differently. She wanted more with him, wanted to feel his hands on her bare skin, his mouth against hers.

But Mando doesn’t know, she thinks as she watches him place a weapon in the locker, Mando doesn’t know I’m a virgin.

She takes in his gloved hands; wonders how they will feel against her flesh. She’s thought of those gloves palming her core. She sucks in a breath as heat floods her body.

She knows sex is a pleasure, is to give one pleasure. She knows she wants it. She wants to lose her virginity to the Mandalorian, to Mando. To Din.

She had gained his trust to learn his name though it did take her time to trust him too. She wouldn’t trade anything in the galaxy for her life now, she wouldn’t change anything in her life because it led to him, to the Mandalorian. To here and now.

“Din?” Her voice cracks.

“What?” His voice is deep and smooth as always with the helmet.

“What if I want you to do something? For me?” She fiddles with her fingers as she keeps her eyes on Mando moving around in the cargo bay.

He stops, looks at her. “What?”

She swallows. She knows he’s looking at her.

Don’t lose courage now, she thinks, you have his attention.

Silence stretches.

“What?” Mando repeats.

She raises her eyes and looks at him. She sticks out her chin, she has the courage. “I want you to be my first.”

“Your first?” He asks, not sure about what she is wanting from him.

Mando begins hustling about the cargo bay because she doesn’t respond.

“I’m a virgin!” She nearly shouts at him.

Mando stops. He’s looking inside the weapons locker. He knows she’s only feet away from him.

She’s a virgin, he thinks, and wants me… Me? As her first?

Mando turns and looks at her. Takes in her fidgeting fingers, her bouncing foot. He wants to know…

“How long have you been wanting me to be your first?”

She shrugs, hides her eyes. “A few months.”

Mando walks to her, touches her face. He wants to look at her, needs to look at her. “I’m not,” he pauses, “there are other men who’d be willing to…”

He can’t finish the thought; he doesn’t even know why he suggested it. He’s mad at himself for even recommending she seek her first time with someone else.

She wants me, he thinks, me?!

“I want you Din,” she whispers as tears fill her eyes. “You.”

Mando swallows. “Have you ever been kissed?”

“When I was a little girl. By my childhood crush. Since then, no.”

Mando’s body bursts with heat.

She’s innocent, pure, he thinks.

“Close your eyes,” Din’s voice is filled with lust.

“Din?” She asks with a raised brow.

“Close your eyes. Please.”

Din watches as she closes her beautiful eyes. He removes his helmet, setting it down quietly. He closes the distance between them and takes her hands into his gloved ones.

Din takes her hands and places them on his cheeks. He holds in a moan at her skin on his face. He begins to wonder how curious she will be when she will look upon his naked body. He hardens instantly at the thought.

Din shuffles his feet. He doesn’t want to her to feel him already hard for her.

Din moves his gloved hands down her arms then slowly down her sides. He pulls her closer to him as he dips his head and brushes his mouth against hers.

Heavens, she thinks as Din moves his mouth against her.

She moans lowly. Din’s mouth moves across hers slowly and lightly. Her hands feel light fuzz on his face. She moves them further into his hair which is soft and shaggy.

Din pulls her up against him as he feels her fingers thread through his hair. Her touch excites him, her body excites him.

It’s been months since he’s had sexual release, and with her he knows he’ll have to take his time. He wants to give her pleasure, show her pleasure. He’s beginning to want her for himself. He doesn’t want another man to have her and he hasn’t been intimate with her.

Din pulls away from her breathlessly. His gloved fingers trace her swollen lips.

“Look at me,” Din whispers.

His voice is deep and smooth without the helmet.

She moves her hands back to his cheeks and opens her eyes slowly. She smiles as she lays her beautiful eyes on his face.

She takes in his mud colored eyes, his dark brown and shaggy hair, and the light fuzz covering his cheeks and jawline. Then she removes her hands and raises her eyebrows.

“I’m not a living thing Din,” her voice is one of panic, “I don’t want you to break your code.”

“You deserve to know what’s under the helmet if I’m to be your first,” Din remarks as he pulls her up against him and cups her cheek, “I want to be your first.”

She smiles lightly, “good.”

Din looks around the cargo bay of the Razor Crest. This is no place for her to experience the pleasures of sex. Well, maybe eventually.

No, he thinks. I need to take her elsewhere.

She watches Din’s frantic eyes move about the cargo area.

“What?” She asks lightly.

Din looks at her. “I want your first time to not be on the metal floor of the Razor Crest.”

She touches his cheek. “As long as you are my first Din, it doesn’t matter to me where it’s done.”

Din looks at her. Takes in her sparkling eyes, her swollen lips, her hair framing her beautiful face.

He captures her mouth again and pulls her tightly against him. He moves his gloved fingers down her neck and slowly down her body over her clothing.

She places her hands on his cheeks, lets her thumbs stroke his skin. She moves one hand down the front of his armor then back up slowly. She aches to touch the skin underneath.

They pull away from one another breathlessly, looking into each other’s eyes.

“Touch me,” she whispers, “please.”

She has been thinking of saying those words for months. Words she knew, and now know, will change her completely.

Din runs a gloved finger along her jawline. He doesn’t want to deny, never wants to deny her.

“Anything for you,” his husky voice whispers.

Din moves to the bunk and grabs a stack of blankets. He hurriedly shakes them out and places them on the floor. He wants her to be comfortable, needs her to be comfortable.

She keeps her eyes on Din as he finishes placing the blankets on the floor. Takes in his rapid movements, he brushes a hand through his shaggy hair. When he’s done, he stops and looks at her.

Din removes his gloves and sets them inside his helmet. He unhooks his cape and places it on the floor. His eyes are on her as she watches him remove his chest plate, wrist guards then cloth top.

She swallows as she runs her eyes down his well-defined muscular chest and abdomen. She takes note of his arms which have muscle on them too. She also notices scarring on those arms and along his sides.

She takes a step forward and reaches out with both hands, touching his skin.

Din sucks in a breath.

“Keep going,” he whispers when she pulls away, “touch all you want.”

She runs her fingers up along his warm, soft skin. Up from his stomach to his chest then across his broad shoulders and down his arms. She’ll stop to trace a scar lightly but keeps her fingers moving along his skin slowly.

She places a kiss on his jaw as she reaches around his back and runs her hands up and down his skin there

Din inwardly moans. No one has touched his skin like she has in ages. Nearly all his lovers went straight for his cock. Sucked it, then rode it. He knew the uniform and armor was a turn on for them. Yet what he desperately wanted and needed was intimate contact. Skin to skin. He looks at her and knows with her, he’ll get it.

Din brushes his mouth against hers lightly as his hands travel down her sides. His fingers reach the end of her shirt. He slowly snakes a hand underneath and touches her skin. He moans against her mouth. Her skin is warm, smooth. He needs to feel it against his skin, he wants to feel it against his mouth.

She pulls faintly away from Din’s touch. She steps back and lifts her shirt off her head, tossing it aside. She reaches around to unhook her bra and Din steps forward.

He runs his fingers under the bra straps and slowly lowers them down her arms. Din notices she’s not afraid to show him her nakedness. Realizes she has the courage to show him, like he had showed her.

“Beautiful,” Din whispers as the bra is finally off. He isn’t lying. She is beautiful.

She blushes and smiles. No one has ever called her beautiful. Not even the family she was running away from before the Mandalorian standing before her took mercy on her.

She capture’s Din’s mouth, kissing him deeply. She wraps her arms around his body and moves her fingers up into his hair. She wants no one else. She doesn’t care about the other pleasures the galaxy has to the offer, the other beings she’s been told who offer pleasure like a human male.

“I want you Din,” she breathlessly whispers when she pulls away.

Din runs a finger over her swollen lips. “I want you too.” He presses his forehead against hers. “I need you.”

Her heart quickens inside of her chest as she runs his fingers down his chest and stomach. She drums them lightly against the pants he is still wearing. She wants to see all of him.

Din hardens at her touch. He’s been hard since her admission of being a virgin. His cock is now aching for release because of her touch.

“Lie down,” Din huskily whispers against her ear as he runs his fingers through her hair.

She nods then kneels on the blankets. Her eyes roam his body as he undoes the thigh armor plates. Her eyes are on his hands as he unbuttons and unzips his pants.

Din keeps his mud colored eyes on her as she drinks him when he lowers his pants. He kicks off his boots then pushes his pants aside before he kneels beside her.

Her body is consumed with heat at Din’s nakedness. She sees his cock – thick and hard. She knows about the male anatomy, but she’s never seen one with her own two eyes before. She inwardly moans as she runs a hand down Din’s body. She stops at the thicket of hair he has.

“Touch all you want,” he whispers.

She leans over and kisses his neck then down his chest and stomach.

Din sucks in a breath. Her mouth is sweet and soft against his skin. Her lips move slowly across his skin. He knows he’ll have to return the favor; he needs to return the favor.

She stops once she reaches his cock. She grabs it lightly and moves her hand up and down.

Din hisses as he lies down, “yes. Slowly. Up and down.”

Din’s orgasm is rising inside of him. His hands clutch the blankets under his body.

She moves her hand up and down his length slowly. She takes note of his girth and length. She wraps her other hand around his cock. Both hands able to fit around his cock comfortably. She swallows taking in the size. She knows he’s big.

“You want to try something?” Din asks through breathless pants.

He’s trying to keep his orgasm inside of him. He doesn’t want to cum on her, he wants to cum inside of her.

“Yes,” she whispers. Her voice is enriched with lust.

Din swallows before saying, “swirl your tongue around the tip.”

She dips her head and slowly swirls her tongue around the tip of his cock.

Din’s hands grasp the blankets tightly, “heavens, yes!”

She swirls her tongue around the tip of cock again. She removes one hand and takes him slowly into her mouth. She moves her mouth further down his cock, removing her other hand as she goes. She closes her entire mouth around his cock. Her lips are against his cock as she brings her head back up slowly.

“Fu—oh—fu—,” Din pants breathlessly.

She moves her mouth off his cock then swirls her tongue around the tip again.

“Oh—mmm—,” Din hisses.

Din looks down at her and she has her sparkling eyes on him. They gleam with desire and lust.

“I,” Din pants, “I want to give you the same pleasure.”

She nods as she kisses her way back up his stomach and chest. She nips at the skin at the base of his neck lightly. She feels his hand move through hair.

Din pulls her head up and kisses her. He slowly pushes her onto her back then begins kissing his way down her neck and over her chest.

He places light kisses through the valley of her breasts. Din reaches over with a hand to palm one breast; he flicks the nipple with his thumb.

She moans and sucks in a breath at the sensation. It sends pleasure throughout her body.

Din dips his head and flicks the other nipple with his tongue.

“Din,” she pants his name. “Yes, please.”

Din circles the nipple with his tongue, flicking it lightly. He flicks the other nipple with his thumb.

She arches her back off the blankets as one hand grasps the fabric under her and the other hand weaves its fingers through his hair. She doesn’t want this sensation to end but she wants more, needs more. She wants to feel his mouth against her most private place.

Din removes his hand from her breast and moves it down her stomach. His fingers move lightly against her skin then trace the waistband of her pants. His fingers gradually move under the waistband and over her panties. He palms her core and feels she is hot and wet.

Din inwardly moans at the realization she is ready for him, wants him, needs him. He wants to be inside of her as badly as she wants him.

Din pulls faintly back and looks down into her eyes. “I’m going to remove your pants and underwear. Okay?”

She bites her lip and nods.

Din kneels beside her and undoes her pants. He begins pushing them down her legs, along with her underwear. He pushes them off along with her shoes, tossing them all aside into another area of the cargo bay.

He runs a finger down her naked body, from the base of her neck, between her breasts and down her stomach.

She is beautiful, he thinks. Beautiful, innocent, pure. Mine.

“Din,” she whispers. Her voice is feather light.

“Say my name again. Please.” He moans.

She reaches towards him. Traces her thumb over his lips and smiles, “Din.”

He smiles against her thumb then dips down and captures her mouth. He kisses her feverishly. He pulls away from her mouth remembering he wants to give her oral pleasure like she gave him.

“Open your legs for me,” Din whispers.

She obliges and Din kneels between them. He kisses her inner thighs as his fingers move along her folds. He’s able to feel the heat radiating from her core.

He opens her folds delicately then runs his tongue up them slowly.

She moans loudly as her hands grasp the blankets under her body.

Din opens her folds further and finds the sensitive nub. He flicks at it once, hears her intake of a sharp breath. He flicks it again, hears another sharp intake of breath.

“Din,” she half moans, half whispers.

He begins circling her clit slowly. Savoring the way her moans are filling the wide space of the cargo bay and how her hips begin to roll slowly against his tongue.

Din’s tongue against her sensitive nub floods her body with pleasure and heat. Her body is ablaze as she feels the pleasure inside of her crest. She feels trillions of shooting stars are soaring through her body. Her toes curl as she feels them tingle. She’s amongst the velvety clouds of the heavens.

“Din,” she moans loudly as the pleasure inside of her erupts and cruises over every ounce of her flesh.

Din feels her body tremble under his tongue. He slowly flicks his tongue against her clit, absorbing the way her body responds to his tongue against her sensitive nub.

He removes his head and kisses her inner thighs, still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm roll through her body. He wants no one else to witness her body tremble, wants no one else to touch her like he has just done.

Din kisses her stomach lightly as his hands move up her body and palm her breasts. His thumbs flick her nipples. He hears the intake of breath then the light moan. He kneels between her legs and looks down at her.

Her eyes are closed, her hands are grasping the blankets under her body. Her hair looks like a halo around her head.

He reaches down and traces a finger down her cheek, across her jaw. He smiles when she opens her eyes and looks at him, into him.

“Din,” she sighs breathlessly.

He smiles widely, “ready for more?”

She licks her lips. “Yes.”

Din grabs his cock and positions himself closer to her core. He strokes her folds with his hard thick cock. He can feel her wetness, her warmth. Din moans loudly as he slowly sinks his cock inside of her wet, hot, and tight canal.

She feels a prick of pain once the tip of Din’s cock is inside of her. She bites her lip, clutches the blankets but the pain is gone once he keeps pushing his cock inside of her. She opens her legs wider, accommodating him. He’s big, she knows this because of how she’s able to wrap both hands around his cock earlier.

She feels full. She feels stretched wide. But it feels wonderful, amazing. She’s still floating among the velvety clouds of the heavens.

Din sinks his cock fully into her slick canal. She’s tight around him. Hot and wet too. He moans loudly as he savors how she feels around him, savors how her pussy is welcoming to his cock. He knows he’s big, he’s had plenty of compliments. Knows some like more once they know what he has.

Din leans down and nuzzles at her neck, taking this moment to enjoy her. He nips at her skin lightly as she moves her hands up and down his back. He feels her hands move up his chest then touch his neck. Her fingers move slowly up and down his neck then move through his hair.

“I’m ready,” she whispers against his ear.

Din inwardly moans as he plants his hands on either side of her head and begins slowly thrusting in and out of her. He feels her run her hands up and down his back. He feels her fingers dig into his skin as he moves his hips quicker, thrusting in and out of her.

Din moans every time her pussy welcomes his cock. She’s tight like a glove around his cock. He’s able to feel her clench slick walls around him when thrusts into her. Din’s orgasm has been on the edge and now he’s ready to jump.

Pleasure and heat consume her body once again as Din begins thrusting in and out of her. When he picks up the pace, they begin reeling themselves inside of her and she feels her body intensely electrify with shooting stars inside her body once again.

“Din,” she half whispers, half moans as her fingers dig into his skin. Her body becomes one of those shooting stars and she feel as though she is swimming amongst the stars.

“Beautiful,” Din whispers against her ear as he thrusts into her and explodes. He grunts as he thrusts again, making sure to sink himself fully into her depths and emptying himself completely inside of her.

Din finds her mouth and captures it, kissing her deeply and feverishly. He feels her arms wrap around him and pull his body down on top of hers. Din is consumed with her, by her. Her skin against his is his heavens.

Mine, he thinks as he rolls to his side and pulls her up against him.

No one will have her. No one except him.

She feels the aftershocks of her orgasm move through her body and holds Din tightly, she never wants to let him go. She has found home after all those years of not having one and being on the run from her past and from the people who have hurt her.

“Din,” she whispers breathlessly when she pulls away from his lips.

Din presses his forehead to hers and smiles.

“Swimming amongst the stars is breathtakingly beautiful,” she smiles at him with her sparkling eyes.

He knows she’s referring to the pleasure he’s given her, will continue to give her.

“Stay with me,” he whispers, “I will always make sure you swim amongst the stars. Always.”

Tags: @pascalisthepunkest, @kaelyn-lobrutto24, @knight-of-heart44, @mandadl0rian, @jokersdoll, @cosmo-bear, @caitlincat-95, @random066, @behindmyeyes-insidemyhead, @longitud-de-onda, @earl-01, @bonkybaaarnes, @readsalot73, @arrowswithwifi, @stardust-and-starlight

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musical-chick-13 · 4 years ago

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I think what really Bugs Me™ about all this D*stiel discourse™ is that y’all refuse to go this hard for...literally any other demographic.

Every single fandom I have ever been in has involved a wide range of ugly misogynistic comments about at least 90% of the female characters and widespread harassment of people who call that out or even just...don’t share that opinion. I am asked to keep up support for what are considered “bad” or “mediocre” shows just because they have white queer (male) rep in them, but never for imperfect/less-than-stellar shows that have other types of rep such as neurodivergence, disabled characters, trans characters, or people of color. I am consistently told that the only part of me that deserves representation is the part of me that is “visibly” queer. If I end up with a man, I’m not “really” bisexual. If I end up with no one, I don’t deserve to be represented at all. Yeah, having neurodivergent characters is great, I guess, but shouldn’t we be focusing on (cis) queer characters first, isn’t that more important, why are you getting so upset about this neurodivergent character’s treatment, it’s not like they were gay.

When I saw an overwhelming amount of characters who were mentally ill get killed off (usually by committing suicide) in the space of the same year and a half, I saw little to no discussions about it. (The only exception to this was Quentin on The Magicians, and I really have to wonder if that would have gotten the backlash it did if he hadn’t been explicitly confirmed as queer.) I didn’t hear “boycott Netflix” when they cancelled a slate of shows focusing on wlw and people of color. I didn’t hear “boycott the CW” when Black Lightning was cancelled VIA TWITTER. TWITTER, Y’ALL. (Especially since that one was achoice explicitly made solely by the actual network and not the writers and...you know, also had canon queer rep in it...but it focused on people of color so it doesn’t matter, right.) With all of the terrible treatment John Boyega and Loan Tran faced, I never saw anyone say, “Boycott the sequel trilogy” or the writers involved in it.

People are out here acting like D*estiel single-handedly invented slash pairings or is the last bastion of canon queerness and Important Representation™ on TV. When your show had canon queer female characters (who, surprise, surprise, were killed off), and a canon deaf love interest (who, surprise, surprise, was also killed off). Yet every discussion that wasn’t exclusively about D*stiel I saw about this show until the final season were takes about Just How Inexplicably Unlikable all the female characters were.

I understand that seeing a queer character confess their queerness and then get sucked into the lowest level of hell for doing so is incredibly distressing. I absolutely understand the outrage and would have a similar level of outrage at any work that pulled this shit. As a fellow queer woman, I am appalled that anyone decided this was a valid attempt at “representation,” and I am appalled that anyone would look at this and go, “Yeah, that seems like a good idea, let’s write that.”

That doesn’t change the fact that I see this EVERY. TIME. I have yet to see the same backlash against the trope of Bury Your Disabled that I have around Bury Your Gays. I have yet to see the same discussions regarding pervasive racism and whitewashing in fandom as I do about homophobia. The overwhelming majority of widespread discussion I see of misogyny in fandom is almost solely related to people who ship popular m/m pairings (maybe, occasionally, a popular m/f one), or whether or not certain pockets of the Internet deserve to criticize people who like Twilight. Other than discussions about Stephanie Meyer and Bella Swan, very little of it actually involves female creators and characters. The amount of hypocrisy I have seen in the last few months in regard to how we talk about representation is a level of astounding I never thought I would see.

You wanna talk about representation? Then you include every marginalized group in that discussion. You can’t just pick one underrepresented group and say, “That’s it, there are no other discussions we need to have, that’s the only one that matters!”

If you aren’t willing to be this outraged about other poor forms of representation and the way minorities are treated in fandom, then your feelings aren’t actually about representation, you’re just upset the creators didn’t do a better job with a ship you like. If you don’t care about fighting this hard for queer female characters or queer characters of color, your feelings aren’t actually about queer representation, you just want to be able to gush over the prospect of hot cis white dudes kissing. If you only care about seeing yourself in media without being willing to go to bat for other marginalized people, you don’t care about representation, you care about yourself.

#I'm going to log off for awhile before I get certifiably angry because me being angry helps no one least of all myself #but I needed to put this out here because...guys I'm so tired #antidestiel #destihell #I am trying to tag this in a way that people can hide it but where it doesn't show up in the ship tags because tagging your hate is bullshi #racism in fandom #ableism in fandom #misogyny in fandom #if I get murdered this will be why lmao #tw: suicide mention

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luxexhomines · 6 years ago

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Ahhh, thank you guys so much for asking!! I just compiled them all into one post so I don’t clog up your dash with several posts. Here we go! I’m going to tag this as discourse and put a cut because my answers to the letters might not please everyone, aha. It’s long, too. Major spoilers for NDRV3.

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

Honestly, I’m not super sure at this point. Surprise, surprise, I only just recently finished watching the rest of NDRV3 and started writing for it. And I haven’t thought about tropes that much, though I’m sure I’ve written plenty of them into my writing at some point, even if not posted on here.

If we’re going to go Danganronpa-centric, as this is my side blog for Danganronpa writing, I’d say that I fall in love with characters that are contradictory and with seemingly bipolar or gray morals despite probably having morals as straight as an arrow myself, i.e. Nagito or Kokichi. The characters playing “straight man” and relating to the reader’s perspective are also my favorite; in a wacky situation, they offer reason and normal reactions, which I would peg Hajime as (maybe Kazuichi, too, although he’s more of a crybaby). In fanfiction, I just love hurt & comfort fics, especially involving–you guessed it–Kokichi. I am particularly partial to the Oumota chapter 5 and chapter 5 trial rewrites, which, lucky for me, both of which are quite often rewritten by spectacular writers.

If we’re going in general, I always end up reading manga with an independent, strong and decisive character that crosses worlds and/or bodies by accident or death and becomes incredibly powerful/influential in the world and dominates over other characters with skills ranging from cooking to fighting. I guess I read a lot of manhua with martial arts or other manga with game aspects to it.Writing-wise, I love reading slow burn fics, even if I haven’t read one in quite some time.

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

I have a feeling this is going to go into highly controversial areas, so if you ultra ship Kaito x Maki, please turn away now...

I just hate that “man saves woman” from herself or traumatic past trope. Don’t get me wrong, I love hurt/comfort like I mentioned, but to specify, what I mean is when a strong and independent woman needs saving by a man. I realize Maki has a lot of issues from her past as an assassin and that Kaito is a viable, good option for helping her out and facing those issues, but the fact of him being a man and the way he just swoops in and fixes things forcefully by pulling her along for training just irks me. And before you ask, yes, if Kaede did it instead as a woman I would have less of a problem with it, even if I don’t like that somehow after a couple days of training together Maki somehow is better able to get along with others and most notably Shuichi despite having spent the previous entire time cooped up in her Ultimate room alone, is willing to use her experience as an assassin to help out with the investigation when she just walked out in the past, etc. Problems from a past like that would never be so easily faced in reality; people and their minds are much more stubborn than we’d like to think, too.

In general, I am also highly averse to the Women in Refrigerators trope. To some extent, I feel that Kaede fits this trope, as a.) she is an important, pivotal, incredibly fleshed out female character and even the initial protagonist of ndrv3, b.) she dies arbitrarily for a murder she did not commit, c.) a big part of her death is written into Shuichi’s character development for making him grow as the protagonist (he sheds the cap, faces the truth, and the memory of Kaede’s last wishes serves as his support to reveal the truth several times in trial), and of course, d.) her death in the execution is grotesque as befitting of a Danganronpa execution. Kaede deserved so. much. more.

There are probably more out there, but I won’t mention them for the sake of length & time.

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

Okay! So don’t hate me for this, but I haven’t been really keeping up a bunch with fanfiction writers or specific ones that much. It just hasn’t ever been a habit of mine in the past to follow one writer–ironic, I know. There’s one that immediately comes to mind, but she’s not part of the Danganronpa fandom, so unless someone asks, I’ll leave her out of it. However, there are a couple of writers that I recently discovered through the Oumota weekend event and which I follow on my main blog, and I thoroughly enjoy reading their work. Their work also contains mentions of NDRV3 spoilers!

1. @kirastrations

I recently reblogged her work on this blog because I have so much love for the Oumota fic she wrote (which deserves more love!). It’s called One by One, One After Another, and I simply adore the way she writes Kaito’s character and experiences with the other characters throughout the game and the overarching feeling that comes across as a result of the situation and what ensues. The diction choices she makes is absolute art; I see the imagery so clearly in my head, and not a single word of hers is wasted. It’s concise while being aptly and most beautifully descriptive. Even though I’m not a huge fan of Kaito, the way she writes him and his actions make me love him. I would describe the work as a futile yet desperate and exquisite struggling, an embodiment of angst that is so beautifully painful that it appears to be an illusion. I haven’t had a chance to check out other works from her just yet, but that’s on my to-do list!

2. @golden-redhead

I love, love, love their work too. They recently posted Lavender, a Kirumi x Kaede (Tojomatsu? Kaerumi? Kirumatsu?) work for femslash Feb, and it is a post-reality Virtual AU short fic. The way they write the interaction between Kirumi and Kaede offers such a delicate, carefully constructed image and story while creating some tension between the two. They also format the story with Kirumi’s thoughts in a simple and straightforward way that is just so delicious to read. Aspects of Kirumi explored are small things that unravel into a bigger statement about her character and the nature of the killing game and the impact it has left on her. It reminds me of the way a player might gently stack up a house of cards–attentively, with a sharp eye and feel.

3. @starlightwritesalie

They wrote these two Oumota fics for the weekend that I fell in love with, especially the one for Day 1: Heroes/Villains. Sometimes when living in the world of Danganronpa, you forget that these tragic situations and the killing game are experienced, in essence, by children. You can argue that they’re older than high schoolers for the first two games, but mentally they are still high schoolers, and let’s face it–a couple years above the legal age of being an adult in America, 18, can hardly be counted as an adult, either. They reminded me of that sickening fact so poetically yet bluntly, and the story they write only serves as a further reminder of that fact. They write statements about the situation and how the pair act in the situation that are so agonizing yet irrefutable–as is the situation that they’re both trapped in. The ending is so unbearably cruel, packed with pain, but the way they create it is so decisively soft and snatches away my breath with the truth at the heart of the game, the situation.

So there you have it! Sorry that my answers are so long... I have too much to say, and especially about the people whom I adore. Since it said to pick 3, I didn’t get to include these two, but I also love aroseandapen and mystic-mints dearly. If you ask, I’ll write a whole paragraph on why I love them, too, although I suspect by this time you all are getting rather tired of all my talking, haha. I also didn’t include imagines blogs, but if you’re curious, feel free to ask about that since I am still kind of a imagines blog! I guess at this point I’m kind of a fusion of an imagines blog and normal fanfiction writing blog.

Thanks for asking, and if you have any more questions, feel free to shoot an ask!

#ask #anon #ask game #writing ask game #lux answers #lux speaks #discourse #not imagines #not writing #ndrv3 spoilers #drv3 spoilers #v3 spoilers #danganronpa spoilers #controversial #ask away if you have any more questions! I will always answer!#luxexhomines #astrogirl2003

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r3almellow · 7 years ago

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Nothing More Chapter 9

A/N: One of my favorite chapters!

Rating: M

Ship: Nalu

Series: Fairy Tail

Chapter 8

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Dan seemed to have frozen at the sight of Lucy. "Wow." Was all he could muster up.

Wow? Just wow? Lucy deserved so much more than that.

Dan quickly snapped out of his trance and handed a bouquet of roses to her.

Roses? How cliché.

Lucy smiled sheepishly and took the bouquet from him, resting it on the counter. " You don't look so bad yourself," she laughed.

Natsu rolled his eyes and scoffed.

She quickly turned to glare at him.

Lucy moved from the doorway to let the man in. "Dan, you remember Natsu."

Dan looked over at Natsu. "You mean the great Salamander who helped lead the Mag U's soccer team to nationals three years in a row? Kind of hard to forget." He held out a hand.

Natsu looked down at the stretched-out hand, wondering what to do.

Smack his hand away? Sounds like something a five-year-old would do. Then again, age was nothing but a number.

Natsu decided to take the more adult approach and responded to the handshake with a firm one of his own.

He forced a grin and looked over at Lucy who gave him a quick thumbs up. The guy was lucky he had an angel looking over his ass.

"Leaving a mark on the world is what I do the best," he said.

"Hopefully I can follow your example." Dan took a quick glance at Lucy.

To the untrained eye a person would have missed the mischievous glint, but Natsu caught that shit within seconds.

Natsu tightened his grip. "Be careful. My world isn't as easy as she- it looks. There are a lot of people that are more than willing to take you down a few notches."

"I'll make note of that, Dragneel." Dan's gripped Natsu's hand just as tightly.

"I can feel the testosterone from over here!" Lucy huffed.

Dan was the first to pull away from the handshake. "Just a simple greeting between men, beautiful."

"Right…" Natsu mumbled.

Natsu secretly hoped she didn't believe that for a second. He desperately wanted her to know how unhappy he was about this.

"Shall we get going?" Dan asked, completely forgetting about the man in front of him.

Lucy gave an excited nod, linking her arm with his.

She turned to Natsu with a small smile.

"I'll be back soon! Make sure the roses get some water," she said.

Those roses were going to die.

"Whatever…" That came out harsher than he intended.

He wondered if she could tell just how jealous he was.

Natsu saw Lucy frown out of the corner of his eye, but stood his ground as they left.

Just as the door was about to close, Natsu stuck his head out to watch them.

He watched as they walked towards the elevator Natsu called for their attention. "You better get back safe! I'm not afraid to go to jail for murder!" He didn't even wait for the two to respond before heading back into the apartment.

Natsu huffed falling back onto the couch.

Once again Dan was ruining what could have been the best night of his life.

It was college all over again.

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It was the biggest party of the year.

The fraternity Quatro Cerberus threw one every year just for the hell of it. The DJ was always on point, there was an infinite amount of drinks, and the food was catered by the finest restaurant in all of Magnolia.

Anyone who was anyone got an invite and it was always a party that left people talking for months.

Natsu had arrived on his own with hopes to meet up with the others. He spotted Lucy walking in not long after. She donned her college hoodie along with a pair black leggings and her hair had been tied into a messy bun.

It was nothing special and yet she still found a way to look cute.

She smiled brightly when she saw him and walked over.

"Want a drink?" He offered, pointing to the table filled with various bottles of alcohol.

Lucy shook her head. "You know I'm not much of a drinker."

"That's because one sip is all it takes to get you shit faced," he snickered.

"That's not true!" She pouted.

He smirked. "Need I remind you of our graduation party?"

Lucy's eyes widened in horror.

Graduation night was probably one of the most embarrassing nights of Lucy's life and Natsu loved every minute of it.

Although, he could have been down without her thinking clothes were irrelevant and wanting to strip in front of everyone.

Lucy groaned at the memory. "Most embarrassing night of my life."

"I thought me walking in on you dancing to Britney Spears in a towel was the most embarrassing," he teased.

Natsu cackled at the sight of Lucy's red colored cheeks. Seeing her get embarrassed had to be the funniest thing ever. It made her cuter than she already was.

He poked her cheek playfully prompting her to try to bite his finger. With quickly reflexes Natsu pulled away just in time and wagged his unscathed finger in front of her.

She was ready to go in for another bite when Cana slid in between the two and wrapped an arm around Lucy's waist.

"I'm borrowing this cutie for a second." Was all Cana said before she dragged Lucy off to who knew where.

"Save a dance for me?" He yelled.

As Lucy was pulled through the crowd she smiled brightly. "Of course!"

Natsu knew he was grinning like an idiot, but he couldn't care less.

"A shame she came here alone. There are a lot of hungry wolves out there," said a masculine voice.

Natsu turned his attention to the voice that belonged to Dan Straight, captain of the Magnolia University's soccer team.

Natsu didn't speak to the man much unless he had to. He had no opinion of him nor did he really care about being in his presence. They were from two different cliques that were on the same team and that was it.

So, why of all nights wasn't he making himself scarce tonight?

Natsu's eyebrows furrowed. "You're making it sound like Lucy isn't capable of taking care of herself."

"I believe Lucy can manage on her own, but she needs someone who is on her level."

Natsu's eyes narrowed at his remark. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Dan's lips formed into a condescending smirk. He glanced around the room until something caught his attention.

Or rather someone.

He had heard Dan was quite the ladies' man around campus. Going through girls as fast as Cana went through booze. Not really someone he wanted to be associated with.

Dan chuckled. "Just as daft as ever… It means exactly what it's supposed to mean. You don't have what it takes to provide for a woman born from money. She might not say it out right, but Lucy is part of a world much too big for someone who can't even tell the difference between diamonds and pearls."

Dan continued, "A woman with her looks deserves a man with fine tastes and with a body like hers, who wouldn't want a taste of that?"

Natsu balled his hands into a fist. There were many things he could forgive. Showing blatant disrespect towards Lucy was not one of them. Anyone who referred to her as a piece of meat was going to meet their end.

College scholarship be damned. "You son of a bitch!"

Right as he was about to raise his fist, Natsu felt a firm hand grab his wrist. Natsu turned to whoever had the balls to stop him from killing the bastard. He was met with Gray's cold stare and an equally angry Gajeel behind him.

Gray's grip tightened, looking from Natsu to Dan with a grimacing look. "Get lost, Straight."

Dan stared the three men down. He was a lot of things, but he wasn't stupid enough to take on Mag U's Iron Dragon, Ice Devil, and Salamander.

The man only smirked and made his way past the trio.

Natsu scowled, turning his attention to his friends.

"Gray, what the shit?" Natsu yelled, ripping his hand away.

Gray ignored his friend's glare as he watched Dan move across the dance floor. "You can't beat the shit out of him in front of everyone."

"Too many witnesses," Gajeel added.

Natsu looked around and saw that they had gained a few of the party goer's attention, but that wasn't going to stop him. "I don't care about that! He-"

Gray rested a hand on Natsu's shoulder. "We heard and we'll deal with him later."

"Let's get some drinks! If we're going to fuck someone up, I need some Corona in me." Gajeel said with a low grumble. Natsu knew he felt the same way as Gray in regards to Lucy. He might not say it, but he cares for his friends and wouldn't mind beating the hell out of someone to protect them.

It didn't take long for Natsu to end up on his own again. Juvia managed to pull Gray away and Gajeel got a bit preoccupied with his girlfriend.

Natsu let out a deep sigh as he sat on the steps leading into frat house with Dan's words continuously playing over in his head.

He didn't have what it took to be there for Lucy?

That was a load of bull.

When she graduated top of her class at Magnolia High, he was there.

When she got accepted as an intern for Sorcerer Weekly, he was the first person she called.

When her dad got into a car accident and had to spend two months in the hospital, whose shoulder was she crying on?

His!

Where was Dan? Most likely screwing his way through life.

Natsu didn't spend most of his years alive with Lucy to have some asshole tell him otherwise.

"I didn't expect to see you sitting out here alone." Said a young female voice.

Natsu looked up to see Lisanna Strauss staring down at him with a small smile. Natsu had known Lisanna from their childhood days. She was the total opposite of her siblings. While young Mira was a complete terror to be around and Elfman was painfully shy, Lisanna was very outgoing and friendly.

He smiled. "Yeah, it was getting a little crowded so I figured I'd get some air."

"Mind if I join you?" she asked.

He gave her a halfhearted smile and moved over for her to sit. "Not enjoying the party?"

"I was just stopping by to see a few friends. I'm going out to dinner with big brother and Mira. It's going to be our last one until big brother comes back from his two-months of training on Tenrou Island. They should be here any minute now."

Natsu raised a brow. "Training? I thought he was supposed to take a break."

She let out a heavy sigh. "You know how he is. He claims that a break isn't 'manly' and he doesn't want to slack off. Mira offered to help him, but he declined."

Natsu chuckled. "Afraid he'll get his ass kicked again?"

Lisanna nodded and laughed. "He claims her training regimen is too intense. He's a walking contradiction."

A contradiction that Natsu understood completely. Mira was Erza-level scary when she wanted to be.

They sat in silence for a few minutes just enjoying each other's company.

"H-hey, Natsu." She called.

He turned to her with a quizzical look. A blush graced her cheeks and she avoided his gaze the moment he faced her.

Was she getting sick?

"Lis, you oka-"

Without warning Lisanna leaned in to plant a soft kiss against Natsu's lips. His eyes widened at the sudden contact.

His brain couldn't comprehend what was happening nor could he move. How could a simple conversation lead to whatever the hell this was?

A few seconds went by and before he heard the faint sound a door closing then a car horn.

Natsu blinked a few times and looked around to realize he was no longer lip locked with young Strauss and he was alone again.

When did she leave?!

The level of shock he was in must have shut his brain down completely or he could have imagined the whole thing.

That last part was highly unlikely when there was only one woman he thought about kissing.

Natsu was brought from his thoughts when he heard the DJ's voice from one of the open windows.

"Let's slow things down with a little love song! Grab your special someone and hit the dance floor!"

A love song?

When your legs don't work like they used to before

He'd have to worry about Lisanna later, this was his chance!

Natsu bolted up from his seat heading back into the frat house.

When Natsu entered the vast room, couples were happily swaying to the music.

Moving further inside He found Gray with an eager Juvia pulling him onto the makeshift dance floor. Gray stopped when he saw Natsu and leaned down to whisper something into Juvia's ear. Juvia's smile fell once she looked over at Natsu, a worried expression visible on her face.

And, darling, I will be loving you 'til we're 70

And, baby, my heart could still fall as hard at 23

Gray probably used him as a scapegoat to get her off his back, as usual.

The two parted ways and soon Natsu found himself face to face with the young man. "Let's get out of here. I heard there's a better party down the street."

And I'm thinking 'bout how people

fall in love in mysterious ways

"Can't. Looking for Lucy." Natsu responded, his eyes scanning the crowd of people for his blonde-haired friend.

Gray frowned. "Natsu, maybe we should-"

Natsu pushed past him without a word. He was on a mission. He didn't have time for Gray's sudden interest in leaving. If it was to get away from Juvia that was something he had to deal with on his own.

Maybe just the touch of a hand

Well, me—I fall in love with you every single day

And I just wanna tell you I am

It didn't take long for Natsu to find her nor did it take long for his heart to drop and anger to flare.

So, honey, now

Take me into your loving arms

There she was in the middle of the dance floor…with Dan.

Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars

Dan's arms wrapped firmly around her waist and face buried into her blonde locks. Her eyes closed and head resting on his chest as the two moved in sync with the music.

Place your head on my beating heart

There was a small smile resting on her lips and while Natsu loved seeing that smile, this time it made his blood boil.

I’m thinking out loud

"Natsu.." Gray began, but Natsu was already walking away. He had seen more than he needed to and had no interest in staying for the rest of the shit show.

"Natsu, wait!" Gray called out but his words fell on deaf ears.

Maybe we found love right where we are

Before he knew it, Natsu was back at his dorm with Happy curled up next to him. He would glance at his phone to see the various unanswered text messages and missed calls from his friends. Mostly Gray.

Gray: Where are you?

Gray: We need to talk about this.

Gray: Gajeel says stop being a punk.

Gajeel: STOP BEING A PUNK!

Gray: We can still kill him.

Even Erza sent him a message.

Erza: We can make his death slow and painful.

Gray: NATSU!

Gray: Damn it, Flame Brain! Answer me!

The messages continued for another hour or so before they stopped. He wasn't going to deal with his friends pitying him. Not right now.

The last message he read before passing out was from Lisanna.

Lisanna: I wanted to apologize. I wasn't in my right mind and I hope this doesn't make things awkward between us!

She ended the message with a smiley face and Natsu smiled faintly.

Natsu: No worries!

He thought about texting Lucy to tell her he had left, but he decided against it.

She was fine without him.

The next few days were uncomfortable between Natsu and Lucy which didn't go unnoticed by more than half of the university residents. He didn't understand why she was so distant from him, but he couldn't judge since he too thought it was best to stay away.

Hanging out after practice stopped, sneaking into her shared dorm with Levy ceased, and pigging out on fast food at three in the morning while cramming for exams was no longer an option.

They rarely spoke and when they did, Lucy would cut their conversation short, claiming she had things to do.

It got worse when Lucy revealed she agreed to be Dan's girlfriend.

He didn't see her as much after that.

The only time he would see her was when they had classes, a game or when the whole group was present. Even then he had to see her with HIM. Wherever she was, Dan was there like an unwanted infection.

Despite the awkwardness, Natsu was fed up with not being able to see her. He did everything he could to be around her and while Lucy was still hesitant, she quickly realized she couldn't get away from him even if she wanted to.

When she got her internship at Sorcerer Weekly and moved into her apartment at the beginning of senior year, Dan was MIA for the first few weeks. He was involved with some military project halfway across Fiore which left Lucy on her own for a while.

Natsu couldn't complain.

Being able to have her all to himself again was like losing your most prized possession after years without it and suddenly having it in your arms again.

Lucy wasn't a thing, but Natsu cherished her like she was the finest jewelry that he was lucky to have all to himself.

On top of that, he got to stay at her place whenever he wanted, which was all the time. She rarely complained about his presence.

He knew she enjoyed his company.

Alas, his time with her was cut short when Dan returned.

Natsu tried to get over it, he really did. He saw how happy Lucy was and that was more than enough for him, but the constricting feeling he felt in his chest wouldn't go away.

After months of watching the two, Natsu concluded that there was only one way to get over his feelings. Find someone new and move on with his life. That was where Lisanna came in.

His friends tried to talk him out of it, but Natsu liked doing the complete opposite. They didn't understand the thought of not being with Lucy was killing him and he needed an out.

What he didn't realize was that he was using Lisanna and made her go through years of deception. She was his rebound and Natsu was too stupid to realize that.

Right after Natsu and Lisanna made things official, Lucy's relationship took an unexpected turn. Dan revealed he was leaving Magnolia and would be moving. He broke things off with Lucy, claiming long distance relationships never worked.

Something within Natsu told him that was big lie.

If you love someone, distance will never be an issue.

He did his best to comfort Lucy once Dan left, but he couldn't lie to himself and say he wasn't happy.

Things were back to the way they used to be and he had full access to his best friend again.

Natsu felt like such an asshole for feeling as happy as he was, but that happiness was cut short. While Lucy was free, he was still in a committed relationship.

Natsu highly doubted Lisanna would be okay with him being close with Lucy again.

How many boyfriends got the chance to sleep over another woman's house without it looking suspicious?

How many girlfriends were okay with seeing their significant other spending more time with their best friend than with them?

Natsu found himself in a situation that he didn't know how to get out of.

Breaking up with Lisanna sounded easy, but the guilt of hurting her just to be with Lucy weighed heavy on his heart. Natsu had to make peace with the idea of not being with Lucy like he wanted.

He couldn't stare at her without her noticing just to take in her beauty.

He couldn't hug her like he used to.

He couldn't kiss her like he wanted to.

Those were things he told himself he had to get used to.

Now, he was given a second chance.

If he was going to get Lucy's attention, waiting at her place like some lovesick puppy wasn't going to cut it. It was time to get fired up!

xxx

A/N: There you have it! Let's hope whatever Natsu has planned won't get him into too much trouble!

I'd love to know everyone's thoughts on relationships! I feel like Natsu being, to put it simply, stuck in his relationship with Lisanna is a common thing people go through. They stay with the person not out of romantic love, but out of obligation even if they don't want to admit it. They don't want to hurt the person and that's how relationships end poorly.

Next chapter we are back to our favorite stubborn blonde! Stay tuned and review!

#fairy tail #nalu #nalu fanfiction #natsu lucy

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isitandwonder · 8 years ago

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The Female Gaze

I think, in the end, it was about the women, not the gay. I think the groundbreaking new thing BBC Sherlock wanted to do was to strengthen and re-evaluate the role of women in Sherlock Holmes adaptions. But that went horribly wrong.

Mofftiss always said they wanted to right something with their adaption that everybody else did get wrong. Well, what could that have been, as Holmes has even been portrayed as a mice? We all hoped for Johnlock… as this has been a reading of the canon especially appreciated by female/queer fans, because it takes into account a somewhat different interpretation from the cis white het male reading. Sherlock Holmes is somewhat ideal as a character to captify female readers - as he retorts to thinking and talking and not to violence in the first place to solve a problem, which are classic female strategies. Holmes mostly employs his brain and not his fists - which sets him apart from most male action / crime solving heros in a way women can relate to (but remember Gatiss’s poem, advocating a more physical Holmes? Making him into a cis white male het hero…?)

But as S4 clearly showed us that Johnlock wasn’t the goal - what else could have been the new, groundbreaking thing everybody had gotten wrong before?

Especially around TAB, but also before, Mofftiss talked excessively about the role of women in Sherlock Holmes adaptions; that the Zeitgeist when the stories had been written didn’t allow for many strong female characters. TAB was sold as a story about strong women and their empowerment - which sparked anger, because the women were portrayed as murderous furies. I’ll return to this later. The point here is that there were even panels at Sherlocked in 2016 harping on “Women in Sherlock”, emphasising their importance.

So, I think what Mofftiss felt necessary for a modern adaptation was to strengthen the role of female characters. Only, the brave thing then would have been to make Holmes and Watson both female. Which Mofftiss didn’t.

This got very long and is therefore continued under the cut.

As Mofftiss said themselves, instead they played heavily with the longstanding homoeritoc interpretation of the stories (feminising Sherlock and Watson?) - which appealed to gay and female and gay female fans. And, surpirse, surprise, they dig this; not the allegedly new / stronger female characters. But it was just a joke to the writer - whereas they were serious witht heir female characters like Moll yor Mary or Eurus. I think this misunderstanding of what the fans and the writers wanted respectively led to the train wreck of S4 (think about the Mary feature for the cinema screenings, for example, much hated around here!)

There is a great post going around about the male gaze in Sherlock. I’m sure every female person has been subjected to this sort of male gaze. Subjected, not enjoyed it. And that was one mistake. Mofftiss might not have seen what their characters were actually doing, how they were looking at each other - because they are male writers. To them, such a gaze is the normal look on the world. But not for female persons. For them, such a look is sexually charged. Mostly derogatory, or at least predatory. If a man looks at a women like Sherlock looks at John or vice versa, it’s a look of lusting after. Women / female persons see and know that, because we have to identify and interpret this look over and over in out lives to stay save. Men haven’t. For them, such looks might even be nothing special. But it is. This is one example where men and women read their reality differently. Therefore, female fans interpreted these glances in a sexual way, what Mofftiss couldn’t understand. They thought we were hypersexualising their show, because they are not accustomed to interpret such looks as the female fans are.

Therefore, they had no idea why so many (het) female fans read so much Johnlock into their show, as they just wanted to play with it a bit as a homage to Billy Wilder. This bafflement formed an unholy alliance with Mark Gatiss’s hate for fag hags, an ugly word for (het) females fantasising about gay men. He hates and mocks those women since League of Gentlemen days. He never tried to understand why women might have this kink in the first place. Gatiss seems to see those proclivities as perverted as many women see lesbian scenes in het porn. But there’s a difference.

Het porn is mostly made by and for men. The f/f scenes in it are almost always foreplay. Two women get it on, but a soon as a man enters, they go down on him. It feeds the idea that lesbian sex is just something women resort to when no man is around - otherwise they would, of course, go for the ‘real thing’ - an opinion that fuells the idea that lesbians just haven’t met the right man yet etc. In short, this opinion states that lesbian sex is not real sex. This is, of course, a derogatory view.

And totally not the same as (het) women enjoying gay porn! First, gay male porn is taken seriously as a sex act between two men. I’ve never seen it as interpretated as foreplay for f/m action. Never have I seen two guys making out, then a female enters and they are suddenly all over her. Male gay sex actions stays just this: only guys getting it on. And women watching can do this like “Well, two (3, 4, 5 …) dicks are better than one”, but they can also feel save while doing so: No woman will be subjected to anything in male gay porn. There’s no female character to compare oneself to and be found lacking in looks etc. There’s no violence against women in these movies, no abuse, no reducing them to their sexual organs, no exploitation of female sexuality. Women can just sit back and enjoy male gay porn without feeling involved. And some women like it, because, as with the male gaze, male sexual attention towards females can be predatory, violent, looking for a conquest etc. And some (het) women just don’t like that. So they escape to gay porn, where they might even identify with the taking side.

This is not necessarily deranged fetishising of gay m/m sex. Women have a sex drive as well, get over it, Mr Gatiss. Everyone sins differently, so, please, no kinkshaming. It can be a confident expression of female sexual desires. Only, female sexuality somewhat seems to scare men.

Paired with this misreading of women enjoying gay porn as a fag hag fetish was the idea that the female fans who shipped johnlock are mostly teenage girls/virgins - and this seems apparently not the target group those writers want to be admired by. But honestly - can a 14-year old virgin write something like The Cold Song? A Cure For Boredom? PiaLR? That’s not to say that young girls shouldn’t write fanfic - on the contrary, they should, to explore their sexual identity and proclivities in a save space. But I’m quite sure that most of this fandom’s best writers are the other side of 20, 30 and even 40 or 50. Because it needs experience to write really engaging sex scenes. Experiences I hope 14 year old girls simply don’t have yet. So, here’s another misunderstanding / misconception the writers have about this fandom (and they are not very eager to correct it, despite Moffat’s somewhat encouraging words towards fanfic writers. In the end, they can’ tget over themselves, it seems).

But somehow mature, sexually confident, intelligent women seem to frighten Mofftiss, despite their idea of giving women more room in a Sherlock adaptation. Why? Because mature, confident, feminist women KNOW that two men simply can’t strengthen and enhance female characters like they deserve it. Mofftiss knew that they couldn’t live up to feminist expectations, so they dismissed it outright, while even gaslighting female fans by ‘Look, we gave you great female characters, stop complaining!’ (And don’t get involved with this perverse thing called johnlock either).

Look at how Mofftiss have done this:

Molly is a het woman, constantly humiliated by Sherlock, yet still pining for him. She was the first new character invented by Mofftiss for their show. But not as a strong character, only as a female character. Even when she finally emancipates herself, she chooses a boyfriend ridiculously looking like Sherlock. That at least earns her a condescending kiss from the object of her desire. Bah! And when under stress, because Sherlock is shooting up and her engagement is over, she is only allowed to turn to the male form of stress relieve - violence. She slaps Sherlock! Why does she not talk to him, offer help, involve their friends? Because that would be the female approach, but that is unfathomable to the male writers.

Same with Irene (in canon a confident artist who wants to get married, not in the slightest interested in Holmes). In the BBC version, she becomes a lesbian (see above re: the value of lesbian sexuality) = has not yet met the right man (Sherlock). This is awful, becoming straight for Sherlock! I don’t mind the naked scene in her house so much, though. It’s not overtly sexualised, but can be read as self-confident and sexually assured. But I hate the wardrobe scene. Lara Pulver looks great in that green negligee and suspenders - but why was this scene necessary if not to charge the show hetero sexuall?. In the DVD comments, Mofftiss joke around that loads of people (men) suddenly hung around the set while this scene was filmed - to gaze at Lara Pulver in underwear. That is not funny, that is sexism! That is not a joke. She was displayed as a sexual object - not for herself or character growth, but for the pleasure of others. She was reduced to a sexual object for the male gaze, despite her character being a self-professed lesbian. Arghhh!

Mrs Hudson, on the other hand, is the devoted mother hen - another cliche. Only, in S4, she gets warped - again, like a man would want it, by having her drive an Aston Martin (cars=dicks). But it’s not even hers - she got it from her husband. She didn’t run a cartel, she was just typing… Giving her a fast car is not empowerment! Empowerment would have been to tell her tenants to brew their own tea!

Or look at Sally Donovan - the only WoC on the show apart from Hooper, who’s Asian (why are there no muslim women, disabled women etc on the show btw? Why is the female empowerment almost exclusively done via white women?): She calls Sherlock a freak, has an affair with a married man, who is an idiot, is sexually insulted by Sherlock for that in front of her collegues, and, in the end, is presented as a traitor, engaging in Sherlock’s downfall. Whereas Anderson is kind of redeemed later in MHR and TEH - nothing like this is waiting for Sally.

Or look at all of John’s girlfriends! Presented as jealous of Sherlock, helpless (Sarah), frustrated (Jeanette), some described as ugly (the one with the nose, the one with the spots). All of them are left by John for Sherlock the minute Sherlock asks him - now, imagine being one of those women. Would you like that? John treats those women like shit, not with respect.

I’m not going into the Mary story here, enough has been said about her. But just imagine for a moment being married to a closeted gay/bi man, secretly pining for his best friend… John treated Mary not much differently as Sherlock treated Janine.

Speaking of Janine! She’s befriended by Mary to get to Magnussen, courted by Sherlock for the same purpose, abused by her employer… only to get dropped by her fiance and dragged by the yellow press. The last thing is presented as her revenge - but at what cost? Picturing her as some kind of tabloid whore, as Sherlock says. What kind of treatment for a female character is this? Why again reduce her to a sex object?

Even Lady Smallwood is not allowed to be a strong independent woman - she is shown chatting up Mycroft!

Or Vivian Norbury! The old, lonely cat lady, still clinging to her dead husband.

And Eurus? Both Holmes brothers can channel their intelligence and use it for something good - but not the sister. No, as any female person, she just wants male attention and goes mad because she’s just too smart for her own good… seriously?!

I could go on and on… but I think you get the message. Mofftiss wrote female characters into the show and thought that would be enough to modernise the gender issue in the Holmes’s stories. But Mofftiss are not able to write strong, empowering female characters because they are men. They live in a men’s world (remember Hooper, who had to become a man to be successful?). That means, for example, that they reduce women to their sexuality, and advocate they resolve problems with violence, like the women in TAB. Think about it… why did they not just leave their husbands and settle somewhere in the country, together, supporting themselves with needlework? Well, that doesn’t sound very exciting, does it, but it was the female way back in Victorian times. You could leave your husband and seperate. Or you could poison him - but not shoot or stab him.

There’s a sad truth to poison being a woman’s weapon - because usually, a man is stronger in hands on combat. Therefore, a man who beats his wife to death is usually just sentenced for manslaughter - it happened at the spur of the moment, no killing intended. But a woman who wants to get rid of her abuser has to do this when he sleeps, for example, or via poison or drugs, to be able to overpower him. This is mostly seen as cunning by the courts, which is a feature proving murder. A woman freeing herself from an abuser is seen as guilty of premeditation (= another feature of murder), whereas a man who beats his wife over many years unitl she dies from his abuse is exculpated exactly by this prolonged abuse, because he couldn’t expect the wife to die from his violence - as she lived through it for many years.

Sorry, but this is where the male gaze leads us - to a world made up and after male standards. But applying those standards to women is not empowering - it is still subjecting them to the male prerogative.

And many feminist fans see this (now) and ask why this happened. They criticise the male writers for this. Who kind of pout now, feeling perhaps misunderstood, as they wanted to give us strong female characters in a modern version on Sherlock Holmes and believed they succeeded with Eurus, Molly and Mary, even giving her the last word. And they don’t understand why we we don’t like it. Instead, all we wanted seems to have been gay porn! (Honestly, if we want to see dudes fuck, we know exactly where we can get that, Mofftiss).

They can’t come around to our view of what is and has been going on. They can’t see us the way we are, because they have a totally different perspective and no inclination to change that. They think our criticism is juvenile, that we are ungrateful - as if the very idea of a largely (queer) female fanbase being grateful towards male showrunners isn’t fucked up to the extreme!

As I said at the beginning - if they wanted a Sherlock Holmes adaption that empowers women - make Holmes and Watson female. If you don’t want to go there - leave them as they are, together. No women are needed - especially not like Mofftiss wrote them. Explore Holmes and Watson’s friendship, and see where it takes you… Johnlock didn’t come out of nowhere. Holmes isn’t the typical 19th century male - he’s moody, thin, pale, likes music… all then and now characteristics associated with feminity. Perhaps that’s why he has such a broad, devoted female fanbase? Perhaps it would be empowering to allow us our reading and make it canon?

The first step, if you want to give women an empowering modern Sherlock Holmes adaption, is: Take the female fans seriously!

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