#bc god forbid he bE HIMSELF AT HIS OWN WEDDING

[snekdood]

so i often get quora digest emails and sometimes they catch my eye and todays was about how when shiva went to go marry parvati he apparently took a form so so beautiful it made women faint, made parvatis mom cry, and vishnu was like "yeah hes even hotter than all 10 of my avatars" (i dont believe that ur just being flattering vishnu its ok to admit it) and man. i've read a couple times what goes down during that wedding and all he does is literally put on gold and sandalwood and hide his snakes.

[jadeee]

I have an angst request involving Nicky with a little context, if you're ok with it.

I was listening to "Finality" by Woods of Ypres and the lines "We didn't spend our lives together and I will miss you forever" really struck me. My thought was what if MC had been the one shot and killed before the wedding and it was revealed at the rehearsal dinner? I'm a sucker for dramatic emotional pain apparently 😢

ah, sweet angst. my specialty.

warning: super sad

Tbh I don't even think Nicky would give himself time to let it sink in. He'd automatically rush to your side, wherever you were bc he has to see it. He doesn't believe it. Hearing is one thing bc ppl can talk nonsense but seeing it? Seeing it with your own eyes? It's a fact and you can't deny it.

He wouldn't drive, he's too much of a mess but God forbid the driver is taking too long. He'll walk, no, he's gonna run. The whole time he's praying to God, even though he can't remember the last time they talked.

He calls your name as he walks towards you. When you don't move or even smile at his voice, he chokes back tears and calls your name again. Before, he would admire moments when he caught you thinking in silence or just staring off into the void but he couldn't look at you like this.

"Amore?" He cradled your head in his hands.

You couldn't feel how his fingertips brushed over your eyelids or how he caressed your cheek like he used to after a passionate kiss.

Rocky hung his head while he ushered everyone away from you two. Chris watched with teary eyes, refusing to blink.

"Nick-"

"Chris." Rocky shook his head.

Nicky's eyes stayed on you.

"It's my fault,"

Rocky grabbed Chris by the shoulder and he tore himself away from his grip. His hat fell to the ground.

"Get out." Nicky's voice was a whisper.

"Nick-"

"Just get out!" Nicky looked over his shoulder at the two men then turned back to you.

Chris grabbed his hat from the floor and followed Rocky out of the room.

Needless to say, he is a mess. Incomplete. Broken. Shattered into a thousand pieces that will never fit together again. Your death affects him in many ways.

He'd wear darker colors from that point on. Black, navy blue, and dark gray. He doesn't look at white the same since it reminds him of the wedding you two never had, so he never wears it.

He'd visit your grave every day if he could. If he couldn't make it during the day, he'd prob go at night anyway. He doesn't care if it's trespassing.

Whenever he goes out to see you, he always brings flowers. He'll sit on a blanket and tell you about his day, what the fellas are up to, and current news. He won't talk about Floyd though bc he's figured you suffered enough, "I'm takin' care of it."

In this case, all bets are off. I can't see Nicky murdering Floyd bc that's too easy. He'd prob get him to his breaking point. To the point where he just begs for Nicky to put a bullet in him. I'm not sure that Nicky would try to get justice the civil way. He did that before and Floyd managed to cheat the system.

Getting married again or dating is out of the question. You're irreplaceable, Nicky knows that and he lives with that every day. Whenever ppl try to flirt with him, he just calls them out "My heart belongs to someone else" or "I'm already in love."

He'd still carry your picture in his wallet and keep your framed photos on the wall. He would donate most of your clothes but he'd keep his favorite piece of yours so he can hold it close to him at night.

Ofc he still wears his wedding ring. His soul is linked to yours even beyond death. Whether you wanna be buried, cremated, turned into a flower or wtv that's up to you.

I imagine you two talked about it before. If not, then he'll do wtv he thinks you would've liked best. Depending on what happens with your body, he might wear your wedding ring with his.

He doesn't smile or laugh like he used to. If anything he gives a small smirk or a low chuckle. His eyes don't sparkle and he couldn't tell you the last time he blushed or felt hot all over {and not bc he had a fever}.

When he's alone, he still talks to you like you were there with him. He'll sit at the park and look out at the parents with the kids.

"This should've been us."

...

"No, I wanted it with you and no one else."

...

"I know... I just- I can't."

...

He wiped his eyes as he thought about how you'd comfort him in that moment.

No matter how hard ppl try to comfort him, it won't work. It's not until he feels his breath leave his body that he finally finds peace.

As a matter of fact, he smiled and said "I'm coming home, amore mio." Naturally, he ordered that his body be next to yours before he died so you were together for eternity.

[sunkissedpages]

breaking curfew [part eleven] || th x reader

A/N: finally!!! here’s the full chapter

Summary: When you got the job to be a counselor at the summer camp you’d grown up attending all your life, you expected to see some familiar faces. But you certainly hadn’t counted on having to work alongside the boy who had made it his life’s mission to make your life a living hell every summer. In fact, you thought you’d never have to see Tom Holland again. But he’s is in the cabin right across from yours with campers of his own- smirk, jawline, and all. If you didn’t know any better you might’ve thought that he applied for the position just to spite you, but who were you kidding? What kind of asshole would do something like that?

Warnings: swearing, smut, choking (bc what’s hate sex w/out a lil choking)

What I listened to while writing: the breaking curfew playlist by @cinnamon-roll-peter​​

Word Count: 3.8k

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Sneaking around with Tom was more fun than you would have liked to admit. He pulled you aside every chance he got- in the middle of bonfires, free time, even sometimes during dinner. It was like he couldn’t get enough of you and you certainly weren’t complaining. Seeing him still made those ugly feelings of bitterness and resentment bubble up in your chest, but it also produced… other feelings. Feelings you’d rather not think too much about.

So you didn’t. When you were with Tom you didn’t think. Obviously. If you had used even one brain cell you wouldn’t have put yourself in this situation to begin with.

When you weren’t with Tom you tried not to think about it too much either. What you had now was good. Really good. Getting in your head about it would just fuck everything up. And as much as you hated the boy you couldn’t deny how good the dick was. God forbid he ever heard you say that, but fuck whenever you hooked up with him you lost track of time completely and let yourself get distracted by the way he looked at you when you were naked, the way he kissed you when you were least expecting it, the way his hands…

“Night off?” Harrison had asked when you ran into the cafeteria a little (more than a little) late that first morning after for breakfast duty.

You scrunched up your face in confusion, fighting the urge to bend over to catch your breath. “How’d you know?”

“You’ve got that morning-after glow,” he said knowingly and smirked.

“What are you talking about?” you asked even though you knew exactly what he was talking about. You could only hope you didn’t look as flustered as you felt, but you were pretty sure that was a longshot.

“I think you know the answer to that,” he quipped, calling your bluff. “Literally every counselor has had a wank in that cabin it’s like a rite of passage- and uh you missed a few buttons.” He nodded at the collar of your polo.

You looked down and realized you had missed way more than a few. Your cleavage had been on full display all day and there was no telling how many people you’d seen or passed on the way here. Fantastic. You looked like you belonged in a porno about camp counselors, not like you actually were one. Could the morning get any worse?

“Don’t worry, y/n, we’ve all been there. I didn’t even last a full minute my night off-”

Why did you have to ask?

“Harrison, our kids are literally right over there,” you whisper-yelled, squeezing your eyes shut to try and erase the image of Haz jerking off from your mind. 

“They’re not listening,” he brushed it off casually and crossed his arms. “Hey, I’ve been meaning to tell you that I think one of my boys has a crush on one of yours.”

You looked back over at him and grinned. “Really, who?”

“Well, I don’t know for sure-”

“Dude, just tell me!”

“You see blondie over there?” he asked, pointing discreetly at the boy filling pitchers of water. You nodded. “That’s Will. I think he might fancy the girl with the pigtails?”

“Grace?” you asked, hiding a smile as you thought back to what she’d said about Will back towards the beginning of the summer. 

“That sounds right. Apparently they have rock climbing together for activities. He talks about her a lot, but he won’t admit he likes her!”

“Typical boy.”

“I don’t know what his deal is,” he mused.

“Yeah, I don’t know why he doesn’t want to admit he likes her…” you trailed off, staring intently at Haz waiting for him to get the hint.

“Okay fuck off!”

“What? I was agreeing with you!”

“I know what you’re trying to do. You’re trying to make this about me and Nicole by comparing us to third graders and it’s completely uncalled for.”

“Technically I was only comparing you to a third grader, but I’m glad you get the gist,” you quipped, secretly enjoying the way Haz scowled in response.

“I’ll have you know that Nicole and I are… talking.”

“Talking?”

“We’re talking.”

“Talking… about?”

“Things.”

“Oh wow, that sounds really serious,” you said sarcastically. “When’s the wedding?”

“You know what, just for that comment you’re not invited.”

“Come on, you know it’s not a party without me,” you chided, elbowing him in the side. “I’d bring your ex-girlfriend as my date and everything.”

“Dear god, please not Cara, she’s fucking crazy.

You shrugged. “Yeah, but she’s also really hot.”

“You’ve got me there,” he agreed. “Is that who you were thinking about last night? My ex?” 

“What do you mean?”

“You know, last night when you were…” he made some obscene gesture with his hand that immediately made you scoff.

“I’m not having this conversation with you, Harrison.”

“Oh shit it was someone here wasn’t it? I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours!”

“I already know who yours is, that’s not how this works.”

“What if I re-invite you to the wedding?”

“Nice try.”

-

“Fuck, y/n, I’ve wanted you all day,” Tom moaned into your neck as he fumbled with the button on your shorts.

You held back a whine and arched up to give him more access as he kissed the insides of your thighs and threw your legs over his shoulders.

Your shirt was already off and the concrete was cool, almost cold on your back, reminiscent of bitter hookups in dive bar bathrooms and motel showers that you’d rather forget. To be fair you hadn’t really expected the floor of the canoe shed to be comfortable anyway, but still. You could’ve done without the memories.

Maybe the familiarity of it all was a sign that this was a bad idea, which you already knew to be true, but at least this time there weren’t any feelings involved.

“Tom, please,” you gasped out as he teased you, inching his fingers closer and closer to your panties.

“Please what, darling?” he taunted, smirking. “Use your words, y/n.”

“You’re killing me,” you sighed and tilted your head back in exasperation.

“Good,” he hummed, extending his arm out to wrap his hand around your throat. 

“Fuck.”

“This okay?” he asked, looking up at you for assurance.

“Yes- God, yes.”

It was after curfew and you were supposed to be setting up all the little caches around the camp for geocaching tomorrow, but clearly you’d gotten... sidetracked. You’d enlisted Tom to help you but he was only proving to be a distraction- in more ways than one. He’d pulled you aside as soon as you met him outside your cabin and now you were here, on the floor in the canoe shed getting leaves and sticks in your hair as he went down on you.

Once your shorts were off Tom settled back in between your legs and flicked his tongue teasingly over your panties, chuckling lowly when he heard you moan. He used the hand that wasn’t on your neck to hold your hips down, making your attempts to get more pressure on your clit useless. 

He was stronger than you expected, but that was an understatement. He held you in place so effortlessly that it was kind of a turn on. You’d seen him lifting heavy boxes and equipment around camp and you vaguely remembered him carrying you out of the lake, but you had never put two and two together until now. 

Meanwhile his other hand rested gently on your throat, squeezing lightly whenever you pouted. The contrast between the two was making your head spin. 

You whined pitifully in an effort to make him give in, but he wasn’t having any of it. Instead he sat back, removing himself from you completely, save the hand on your hips.

“I hate you,” you spat. 

“You say that every time,” he pointed out as he edged your boyshorts down your thighs. “And yet here you are.”

“My horniness outweighs my hatred,” you scoffed impatiently.

“Oh, you don’t have to tell me that,” he said and licked his lips cockily.

“Once this cast comes off I won’t need you anymore,” you reminded him, wiggling your fingers.

“Yeah, but will your hand make you feel as good as I can?” 

A rhetorical question, obviously, and he proved his point further by sucking your clit into his mouth without warning, making you arch up into him. 

“Mph.”

“What was that, love?” Tom asked, lifting his head. “Couldn’t hear you.”

You refused to answer. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. So the two of you sat there in silence, waiting to see who would be the first to give in. You could see his bulge through his pants and you knew his patience was already worn thin from when you had teased him at dinner, but you also knew how stubborn he was. No amount of moaning or pouting was going to change that.

You were stubborn too, but when he clenched his jaw in frustration and wiped your arousal from his mouth with the back of his hand you broke.

“Fuck, fine! No!”

“No what?”

“No, you’re better than my hand.”

“A little louder for the class?”

“You’re pushing it, Holland,” you growled. “Want me to go find Ying to take care of this?”

You weren’t actually sure if Fy liked you like that but for some reason bringing up his name during sex always made Tom a little more firey. 

“Sure, but I doubt he can make you scream like I can” he whispered and moved so that he was lying on his back on the floor across from you.

You scrunched up your face in confusion, wondering if he was actually calling your bluff. “What are you doing-”

“Sit on my face.”

You weren’t sure if you’d heard him right. “What?”

“You heard me. Sit on my face, love.”

Fuck. How could you say no to an invitation like that?

-

“Round two?” Tom asked breathlessly as he played with your hair.

You were laying on top of him, mostly naked, a little sweaty, completely blissed out. But as tempting as that sounded there were other things you had to do. 

“Tom, I really do need to get this done,” you insisted and raised yourself to hover over him with your good arm. “I can’t leave my campers for so long and we haven’t even started setting up for tomorrow.”

“Maybe the caches are just really hard to find tomorrow?” Tom said and shrugged.

“Are you suggesting I don’t hide them at all?”

He sat up next to you and passed your shirt over to you. “I just think it’d be kinda funny to watch them look, you know? Because you know there aren’t any to find.”

“Oh my god, you’re such an asshole.”

“You say that, but you’re laughing too.”

“I am not!” you insisted, trying to hide your smile behind your hands.

“All I’m saying is we’ve got options. We could go hide the caches or we could just say we did and have sex again.”

You shook your head. “Unbelievable.”

Campus was quiet as the two of you made your way over to the edge of the woods designated for geocaching. Only the sounds of crickets and various birds in the distance could be heard aside from you and Tom’s obnoxious laughter as you took turns running down the hill into the valley. He even ran back up to then roll down the hill like an idiot ending up with a mouthful of grass at the bottom. You laughed so hard you almost peed yourself. 

The forest itself was much darker since there weren’t any path lights down there and it was only navigable by the headlamps you and Tom were wearing. Even though you couldn’t stand him you were glad he was here. Traversing your way through the woods by yourself late at night with a broken arm sounded like a pretty bad idea.

“It looks kind of sexy on you,” he commented.

Okay maybe you would rather risk it alone. 

“What does?” you asked, deciding to entertain him.

“The headlamp. You look like a hot... cave explorer or something.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and squeezed your eyes shut. 

“I’m serious!” he insisted. “It’s really working for me.”

“Can you stop thinking with your dick for like two seconds and focus please?” 

He cleared his throat and nodded, still biting back that shit-eating smile of his. “Sorry.”

“No you’re not.”

“Eh, maybe a little.” He looked down at the list of hiding places on his phone and grimaced. “Why are there so fucking many of these?”

“There are a lot of campers! We hide enough for everyone to find something.”

“So there’s no competition? Where’s the fun in that?”

“Only you would say that,” you sighed. “Some caches are better than others depending on their hiding places and whoever finds the most ‘gold-tier’ caches by the end of the summer gets some big prize, so don’t worry there’s still a competition involved.”

“You really like this activity?” he asked after a beat, making you stop short.

You knew what he was really asking. Do you like it better than mine? And even in the dark you could see he so badly wanted the answer to be no. Whether it was a matter of pride... or something else, you couldn’t be certain, but either way you weren’t sure which you’d rather it be or how you should answer. You decided to be indifferent.

“It’s easy.” You stared straight ahead as you walked now, not wanting to look back at him. “The kids are great, they get really into it and they have a lot of fun. I like writing the riddles and clues too. And, uh, Haz is nice I guess. It could be a lot worse.”

“That's good.” It wasn’t the response you were expecting. “Should we split up and hide these?” he asked as he referred back to the list and changed the subject. “It’d take half the time if we did.”

“Are you kidding- that’s how every horror movie starts, Tom! Are you trying to die?”

He shrugged. “I’m not afraid of a little darkness.”

“Yeah, you’d definitely be the first one dead.”

“I mean if there really is a psycho killer out in the woods with us right now I don’t think either of us stands a chance together or apart so does it really matter?” You opened your mouth to speak when he cut you off again. “I mean especially you since you have that whole broken arm disadvantage.”

“Disadvantage- are you saying you’d leave me for dead if a murderer just happened to show up?”

“I’m not not saying that...”

“After everything we’ve been through together?”

“Everything we’ve been through together? Like you wouldn’t do the same thing!”

“Well I’m considering it now!”

“Good luck with that, love,” he quipped, cradling his arm in a mocking manner as he pretended to limp along the path.

“A broken arm doesn’t stop me from running, dumbass.”

“But do you really think you could outrun me, y/l/n? I’m pretty fast.”

“Oh yeah you’re faster than me at a lot of things.” 

“Watch it.”

-

You didn’t make it back to your cabin until much later that night since Tom wouldn’t stop dicking around. You had lost track of the list more than once and stopped to make out against random trees more times than you’d like to admit. Next time you were going to ask Zendaya to help you prep. 

Given that you’d gotten in so late, your alarm the next morning was quite the wake up call. You probably would have slept through it if you hadn’t fallen asleep with your phone lying on your chest, leaving it to blare in your ear when it went off. 

You felt almost hungover and you probably looked it too. You were tempted to just go back to sleep for an extra half hour and skip your shower, but you knew you probably shouldn’t. There were likely still leaves in your hair and grass stains on your knees from a few hours ago. 

Your head spun when you sat up and you had to take a few quick breaths before standing up. You should’ve taken a few more because you were not prepared for how sore you were. Your back felt stiff and your arms felt like jelly- even the one that wasn’t broken. 

Somehow you managed to drag yourself to the bathrooms and rinse off. Like usual the showers were pretty empty so you could take your time. You washed your hair vigorously, trying to get all the dirt and grime out.

There were some small scrapes and bruises you hadn’t noticed last night and you took extra care cleaning around them so you wouldn’t make them worse. Thankfully there weren’t any... suspicious looking marks aside from the older ones on your chest that were already fading.

The quiet of the morning made getting up so early worth it. The hot water too. The plumbing was already iffy up here and the water heater was unreliable on most days, but when all the showers were full and people were trying to get ready for bed late at night you could forget about hot water. At least there was a guarantee of relatively warm water in the mornings. 

After you turned the water off you wrapped your towel around your body and grabbed your makeup bag to finish getting ready for the day. Upon opening it you realized you’d forgotten to grab a lot of necessities from the cabin before you left meaning you’d have to make do for now. 

You brushed through your as best you could with your fingers and brushed your teeth with your finger and some toothpaste from one of those mini tubes you get at the dentist that you found at the bottom of your bag. You didn’t have any hair ties with you to braid your hair back like you usually did when you washed it so it’d have to dry down like it was. 

You cursed under your breath and reluctantly looked up into the mirror to assess your appearance. It was pretty much what you expected. The dark circles under your eyes looked more defined, especially in the fluorescent lights, you hair was still all tangled despite your efforts to tame it, and, well, your arm was in a fucking plastic bag. The only way you could shower without help was if you wrapped a trash bag or a big ziploc over your cast and just hoped for the best. All things considered it wasn’t the worst thing about how you looked right now. You weren’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. 

Just as you were about to head back to your cabin you saw Fy out of the corner of your eye and waved. 

“Yo, y/l/n, what are the odds?” He said and grinned.

“Apparently pretty high since we seem to meet like this every morning.”

“I’m not complaining,” he said cheekily.

You felt butterflies start to flutter in your stomach as you watched him slick his hair back and look you up and down. “Me either.”

He took a step closer so that you were almost chest to chest.. “How’s the arm?”

“Oh, uh, good! The medicine helps a lot, thanks again for picking it up by the way.”

“Of course, any time.”

“Yeah, I’ll call you up if I ever break my arm again.”

“Dear God, please don’t break your arm again.”

You shrugged. “I mean with me you never know. I’m pretty accident prone.”

“Well maybe next time I’ll be there to catch you when you fall.”

Your breath caught in your throat as he leaned in towards you. “M-maybe.”

Then he gently brushed a strand of hair out of your face and pressed his lips to yours. Unlike your first kiss with Tom, Fy was sure of himself and sure of what he wanted. He cradled your head with his hand as he deepened the kiss and let you lean into him. You had to stand on your tiptoes to be able to reach but you didn’t mind.

He tasted like mint, which wasn’t surprising since he had probably just brushed his teeth- you flashed back to a few minutes previous when you had brushed your teeth with your finger and prayed you didn’t taste awful in turn. If you did, though, Fy wasn’t complaining. He continued to kiss you like his life depended on it and you wondered why you hadn’t done this earlier... earlier.

You pulled away suddenly, feeling very overwhelmed and out of breath.

“Shit, I’m so sorry if I overstepped,” Fy apologized immediately.

You shook your head and swallowed hard. “No, no it’s not that I was really into it actually... I just-”

“Just what?”

“There’s something that’s been bugging me for a while now and I just need to ask you about it before we go any further.”

“Okay,” he said slowly, going along with your rambling even though he was completely lost. “What is it?”

“I don’t even know if you’ll remember, it’s dumb... but um why did you stop talking to me all of the sudden? Back when we were campers?”

“In third grade?” 

You nodded. “I know it was so long ago, but I thought we were really good friends and then you just stopped talking to me out of nowhere-”

“You don’t remember?” he asked, looking equally as confused as you felt. 

“No, I don’t. Did you just not want to be friends anymore? Or did you pick Tom and his friends over me? It’s okay if  you did- I’ve just been wondering about it all these years.”

“No, no that’s not it at all,” he assured you. “Fuck, I’m sorry you’ve just been in the dark about it I thought you knew.”

“It was third grade, it's not a big deal.”

“But it was back then! And even if you had liked him it was still a dick move.”

“Wait, if I had liked who? What do you mean?”

“Um, okay, so I liked you in third grade, right? Like really liked you. I considered you my first crush and everything and when we started to get closer I thought that maybe you felt the same way... but then I found out you had a crush on someone else and-”

“Wait, Fy,” you interjected, “I-I didn’t have a crush on anyone else. I liked you back then.”

“You did?”

“But you stopped talking to me because you thought I had a crush on someone else?” you asked, finally putting the pieces together. Fy nodded. “Who?”

“Tom had told me that you had a crush on him.”

thank you guys for being so patient- i’m sorry this took so long!! but lmk what you think i always appreciate feedback!!

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More Pirate AU writing, but feat. ANGST this time around BOIS. She still very soft and kinda sappy tho ngl lol. I can’t help myself. Anyway, hi, it’s me, still obsessed with this AU. Hope you enjoy this! Also it’s unedited bc I’m lazy and barely want to post it as is lmao, so sorry about any mistakes! Check out more of this beautiful awesome amazing fantastic showstopping terrific gorgeous CRISP au @thenerdyalchemist

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The Truth

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So many months.

It had been so many months since they had stopped sending their letters. So many months of desperate searching anywhere and everywhere. So many months of confusion and anger and sadness. And yet, not a single trace of Tiadrin or Lain had been found.

Runaan had started shutting down a couple months ago. Ethari tried his best to keep him hopeful, he couldn’t bear to see him in such a pitiful state, but the search was seeming increasingly useless every added day that nothing turned up. It truly seemed as though they had simply dropped off the face of the planet, gone for good. But that was hard. Tiadrin and Lain were nothing short of family to them, especially Runaan. They had been inseparable growing up, even through the loss of their adoptive father and Runaan’s sudden succession to the pirate throne. Tiadrin and Lain had stuck by him through everything, and Runaan had stuck by them in return. And that love extended to Ethari as well.

Ethari could still remember the short-lived terror, followed by the massive wave of relief and happiness when Tiadrin dumped the bucket of water on him, revealing his deepest, darkest secret to them. They had been confused and a bit shocked at first, no doubt, but it didn’t take either of them long to start cracking jokes and messing about like normal. Their opinions of Ethari hadn’t changed at all, and they had accepted him fully for what he was.

He could still feel Lain’s comforting touch and hear his relaxing jokes and stories as he gave Ethari all of his necessary tattoos in one sitting. It was a rough day, but they had to get them all done in time for the wedding, and Ethari could think of no better person to give him these markings but Lain. He had a steady hand, a good eye for design, and an overwhelming amount of excitement for his best friends and their big day. He made sure Ethari wasn’t in more pain than was absolutely necessary, and did his best to keep his spirits up and nerves down in light of all the big life changes coming his way.

He could still hear the joyous sobbing as little Rayla was introduced to the world for the first time. Runaan had been clutching Tiadrin’s hand and aggressively encouraging her, just what she needed, and Ethari had been holding a trembling, anxiety-ridden Lain on the other side of the bed, trying to keep him as calm as possible. Lain, Tiadrin, and Ethari all broke down crying the second they saw her. Even Runaan’s eyes glistened with tears he stubbornly fought back, but he too broke down the second Tiadrin gently shoved the baby into his arms. All four of them welcomed a beautiful daughter into their hearts that day, and they all felt closer with each other than ever before.

But they were gone now.

Their big, happy family was torn apart, and nobody had any idea how it happened.

Runaan was taking it particularly hard. They had been siblings to him, and now he was left with their daughter and no explanation for her as to their disappearance. He was shutting himself out from everyone, even Ethari, in a desperate attempt to maintain some kind of control. He would be up all hours of the night, searching through his maps and notes and books in hopes of finding even the tiniest clue. He was exhausted and sad and angry and terrified all at once, but he would not allow Ethari - much less anyone else - to help him. He would snap at the crew over the tiniest of annoyances, and gods forbid any townsfolk get in his way when they were docked; if Runaan hadn’t been intimidating before, he was absolutely terrifying now. He would make mistakes and drops things when he was especially upset, which only made him all the more angry. He had given up taking care of himself almost entirely. His hair was always a frazzled mess, he would forget to eat until Ethari all but forced him to, and the bags under his eyes seemed to be carrying the weight of the world within them.

Ethari sighed heavily, clutching the tiny baby in his arms protectively as he swung lightly in his and Runaan’s hammock. Runaan was holding a meeting of sorts, calling all the pirate captains he could to see if anyone had found anything, and to try to come up with a new plan. Ethari scrunched his eyes shut tightly for a moment, shaking his head before staring back up at the ceiling.

/It’s useless, they aren’t gonna have anything new.../

His heart ached. Of course he wanted to find them, or at least an explanation, but it had been a year. If nothing had turned up before, it was extremely unlikely anything would turn up now. He just wanted Runaan to drop it. The constant searching was worthless, and it was doing nothing good for his physical or mental state. He just wanted to pull Runaan into his arms and hold him while he cried. He just wanted to help him come to terms with the death of their beloved friends. He just wanted Runaan to take little Rayla in his arms and acknowledge her as their new daughter. He needed to move on from this, but he refused to do so.

Ethari dragged a tired hand over his face before looking down at the peacefully resting baby in his arms. She stared back up at him with big, bright, lilac eyes, burbling at him. He offered her a sad smile and offered a finger to her. She grasped it firmly with her tiny hands and examined it quizzically for a moment before shoving it into her mouth. Ethari chuckled softly and allowed her to suckle on the tip of his finger for a moment before taking it away. He mussed up her soft tufts of hair as she watched him.

“Oh, Rayla, what’re we gonna do?” He asked her quietly.

She just stared back at him, enthralled by his deep, soothing voice.

“He’s killing himself over this. I don’t know how to get through to him this time, he won’t listen to me no matter what I say.” He sighed.

She prattled at him in response.

“Yeah? You should talk some of that sense into him.” He replied.

Rayla released a loud squawk and a giggle.

He chuckled and nuzzled their noses together gently, allowing her to tangle her tiny fingers in his ratty white hair and tug as she liked.

“You always know just what to say.” He sighed, smiling sadly as he watched her play with his soft, uneven locks.

The bedroom door slamming open told him Runaan was back. He snapped his gaze towards the entrance as his husband stomped into the room with steam billowing out of his ears. He threw his captain’s hat on the floor and chucked off his cloak. Ethari sighed softly and rolled out of the hammock, approaching him cautiously. Rayla watched Runaan intensely as they drew nearer.

“Nothing?” Ethari asked. Runaan rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“Don’t start.” He snapped, heading straight for his desk without sparing him a glance.

“I wasn’t.” Ethari stated, allowing his mild annoyance at Runaan’s dismissal to show on his face. He stared at his husband’s back as he leaned over his desk, “I don’t live and breathe just to hassle you, you know.”

Runaan sighed deeply, his shoulders tensing for a moment before he stood up straight and turned around, staring at the floor.

“Right, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t take this out on you.” He admitted, his voice gentler this time.

He walked back up to Ethari and took his waist with one hand, cupping his cheek softly with the other and pressing their foreheads together. Rayla stared up at them quietly from between their chests.

“Nobody has found anything, and...” he cut himself off, his grip on Ethari tightening a bit as his face scrunched up in frustration.

Ethari gave him a gentle kiss, wrapping a comforting hand around the back of his neck. Runaan melted into his touch, but he was still tense. Ethari sighed and pulled back a bit, sliding his hand up to rest along Runaan’s jaw. He tilted his face up towards his own with his palm and fiddled with Runaan’s earrings with his fingers, examining his tired face. Runaan looked back into Ethari’s eyes, his walls up and guarding his emotions, but Ethari was already behind those walls with them. He was sad and angry and deep in denial. Ethari gave Runaan a meaningful peck on the tip of his nose before tangling his hand into Runaan’s messy hair and pulling it out of its bun. It unraveled and fell to its full, glorious length, but it was still quite messy.

“C’mon, let’s get you straightened out. This is no way for the great pirate king to look” he said softly, taking Runaan’s hand and tugging him towards their hammock. Runaan resisted, sighing heavily and trying to shake his hand away.

“No, I’m sorry, I don’t have time. I need to look over-“

“No, you don’t.” Ethari gripped his hand firmly and gave him a stern look that softened after a moment, “You’ve looked over every piece of paper on this ship and all the others’ about a thousand times each now. I can’t even read that well and I could probably recite each one to you.”

“But I /must/ have missed something! I just need to-“

“No, you don’t. My shade, you have poured every second of your life into this, every ounce of your energy, for the past year. There is nothing you could have possibly missed.”

“But-“

“Come.”

“Ethari...”

“Come here.”

They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, having the same silent battle they had had so many times over the past year. Runaan heaved a heavy sigh and looked down.

“Just once more, then you can have me for the night.” He bargained, hoping his usual excuse would work. Ethari stood his ground this time.

“It’s always ‘just once more,’ isn’t it? Then it’s all night and all of the next day and then you’re off on another false lead the next.”

Runaan remained silent, staring at the floor, his hand lifeless in Ethari’s grasp. Ethari stepped towards him again, pushing Rayla gently into his arms. Runaan looked away and tried to step back, but Ethari wouldn’t allow him to run again.

“You haven’t held her in weeks.” He stated.

“I shouldn’t. Not like this.”

“Why? Would you hurt her?”

“No! I would never!”

“Then take her.”

“I can’t.” Runaan hesitated.

“You can. You will.” Ethari insisted.

“I shouldn’t.”

“She is your daughter.”

Runaan stared into Ethari’s serious eyes incredulously. Ethari knew how Runaan felt about becoming Rayla’s father. He loved her with all his heart, and he promised them he would take care of her if anything happened. But he didn’t feel like he deserved it, didn’t think he could be a proper parent. He didn’t want to take Lain or Tiadrin’s place in Rayla’s heart. He didn’t want to accept that this was their new reality. A tiny voice from between them broke their silent argument.

“Wuni!”

They both looked down at the baby in Ethari’s arm. Rayla’s big eyes were set on Runaan’s, and her tiny hands were reaching out towards him desperately. She was squirming insistently, trying to get closer to him. Runaan teared up, his lower lip trembling ever-so-slightly, and Ethari caressed his cheek gently.

“She’s missed you.” He said softly, pushing her closer to him. As soon as she could reach, she grabbed at one of the long, loose locks of bright white hair hanging over his shoulder. “Take her, and let me take you. We all need this.”

Finally, Rayla had won. Runaan took her gently into his arms, nodding hesitantly.

“Okay.” He breathed.

Ethari pulled him into their bedroom, sitting him down in their hammock while he gathered up a brush and some ribbons. He eased himself into the hammock behind Runaan and began to gently work the knots out of his hair. He brushed softly for a long time, Runaan relaxing back into Ethari’s lap as he played quietly with Rayla. He made sure to massage Runaan’s scalp a bit with every stroke, deeply enjoying the feeling of running his hands through his husband’s soft hair for the first time in weeks. He left the piece Rayla had claimed for later, as she seemed to be enjoying styling it herself with her mouth.

“So, what did you all decide?” He asked after a while. Runaan sighed and shook his head. Ethari could feel him tensing up again.

“Nothing. They want me to call it off. Damned cowards.” He spat.

Rayla protested by swinging her fists a bit at his sudden intensity, yanking at his hair. He pulled back a bit, but he was still tense.

“You don’t want to?” Ethari questioned.

“Why on Earth would I do that?”

“Because it’s been a year, and you haven’t found anything.”

“But we could!”

“After a year of nothing?”

Runaan sighed frustratedly.

“Listen, I understand that the chances are low, but we can’t just give up on them!”

“It isn’t giving up if you tried your best.”

“How? We’d be quitting without finding a single thing just because we’re tired.”

“After a full year of looking in every corner of the world trying to find anything and coming up empty handed every time.” Ethari sighed as he laid down the brush and began to weave his hair into a simple braid, leaving Rayla’s piece and a matching one on the other side of his face hanging over Runaan’s shoulders, “You can’t just keep looking for the rest of your life, love. You’re already killing yourself over this, it isn’t healthy.

“Trust me, I know how you feel, my shade. I miss them, too. I want an answer as much as you do. I want to be able to tell Rayla what actually happened to them, better yet to actually see them again. I love them, and you love them, but at some point you have to let this go.”

“But what if they’re still out there, Ethari? What if we’re just overlooking some tiny detail and all it would take is just once more search? How can I just stop when we could find something tomorrow?”

“How do you know you’ll ever find anything? When will it be enough? Do you want your entire life to be dedicated to finding them again?” Ethari questioned.

Runaan stayed silent, looking down at little Rayla and lightly shaking the long, thin finger she was gripping. Ethari tied off the first section of the braid with a dark green ribbon and wrapped his arms tightly around Runaan’s waist, pulling his back flush against his chest. He rested his chin on Runaan’s shoulder and gazed down at the baby in his husband’s strong arms.

“I know you don’t want to hear it, but we’re her parents now.” He muttered against Runaan’s ear, “We need to take care of her. We need to be there for her, and you can’t do that if you’re wasting yourself away trying to find them. I don’t want her to lose another parent. I don’t want to raise her alone, Runaan.”

“I don’t want that either.” Runaan whispered, tears welling up in his eyes again as he leaned into Ethari’s touch, both to reassure his husband, and to comfort himself.

“Then don’t make me.” Ethari pleaded.

Runaan laid his head back against Ethari’s strong shoulder, staring up hopelessly at the ceiling.

“Just one last search. Just in case.” He offered half-heartedly. Ethari shook his head softly and pressed a sad kiss to Runaan’s neck.

“You know that won’t be it if you do.”

Runaan released a single, strained sob. Ethari felt the tears dripping onto his shoulder and held him a little tighter, his own eyes threatening to release the floodgates as well. Runaan turned his head towards Ethari’s, burying his face in his neck as Ethari gently rubbed his stomach.

“I know. I don’t like it either.” Ethari sniffed.

“I just want them to come back.” Runaan whimpered.

“I do too.” Ethari sobbed, crying with his husband.

They stayed this way for a long time, crying together in their hammock as Runaan finally saw the truth. Rayla watched them silently for a while, confused.

“Wuni? Dari? Oh no.” She whimpered, eyes pooling with tears. Runaan and Ethari looked down at her and shook their heads in unison.

“No, Rayla, it’s okay! We’re okay, little shadow.” Ethari cooed, wiping away his tears quickly and offering her a sad smile and a reassuring finger, which she happily grasped with one hand after letting go of some of Runaan’s hair. Runaan stroked her cheek softly, holding her a little tighter.

“We’ve got you, Rayla. We’re never leaving you.”

And that was the truth.

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[Doomstrange] 32 B.C. Roman AU

Imagine there is a 32 B.C. Roman AU in the Battleworld, similar to “1872” and “1602” from the comics.

 The following info is taken from the www.doomipedia.gov.bw/battleworld/realms/32-BC/ page and various other sources.

 TL;DR: Doom is the ruler of Roman Empire and Stephen is his chief priest “Vishantian Maximus”. They were known lovers and received many praises in the society in forms of literature, visual arts, performances. Even the imperial historians characterized Stephen as "the love of Victor's life", "his only true love", "his first love", "his last love", "moral compass in the iron fist". The term "Victor Stephanus" became the synonymous for "Undying love between soul mates". Instead of calling lovers "my dear", Romans call lovers "my Stephanus", in which case, it's not just a sign of affection, but also a praise for beauty and virtues in a lover. Stephanus was often depicted as an idealized symbol for supreme beauty and divine purity. Roman people at the time firmly believed the love between Victor and Stephanus was Platonic, but various folk tales many centuries after often suggest otherwise.  

Different classes of Roman society

Imperial (Victor became)

Patrian = ruling class (Stephen born into)

Plebeian = common people (Stephen became)

Slaves (Victor born into)

  Main Characters

 Victor Cynthius Augustus, a war slave decadent turned gladiator. He later won his glory, influence, and popularity in the war with Barbarians. Victor started his political career as the Roman Military Tribune. He is then elected as consul of the Roman Republic. After many years of struggle with the Senates, lead by Reedius and Antonius, Victor was voted the dictator perpetuus (Dictator for a life time). After joining forces with King Namor, they eliminated Reedius and turned Antonius into a mere figurehead. Victor became Imperator Doom. Senate honour him with the agnomen “Augustus". Finally he reformed Roman society from a republic into an empire. During his reign, Victor and his second in command Stephanus were loved by the Roman citizens like never before. Passing lex Stephania (Law of Stephanus), Victor and Stephanus' abolition of slavery made these people the royal subjects to Emperor Doom like the Roman citizens.

 Stephanus Eugenius Propheta Cordatus, aka St. Stephanus was one of the few Romans with four names, son of a patrician family and the adopted heir of former Vishantian Maximus (Chief priest) Iao. Stephanus was a chief preist in training who always show empathy and compassion to even social classes way below his own. He was famous at a very young age for his intelligence, and talent in both medicine and magi (magic). He later gave up his title, inheritance, and religious power merely to save innocent slaves. Stephanus lost everything, and since he is no longer the patrician class, he defaulted his birthright to pursuit the religious path. He was then elected as the Tribuni Plebis (Tribune of the people) for a record of ten consecutive years. Stephanus became the lover of Victor and his second-in-command. He was appointed Vishantian Maximus after Victor's coronation as Emperor Doom.

 Antonius Amandius Houarnus, adopted heir of former Tribuni Aerarii (Treasury of the State, $$$$) Houardius. Antonius is a famous supergenius inventor. Since his childhood, Antonius developed a close friendship with Stephanus and Reedius. Later the three were alternatively known as "Triumvirate Illuminati". Despite the fact Antonius hated and never trusted Victor, and was once the first senate to challenge Victor's consulship and Victor's intentions as consul, Victor respected Antonius, calling him "almost my only intellectual equal", "intellectually inferior only to Imperator Doom himself". Antonius was elected Magister equitum of the republic, for his genius weapon inventions and influential family background. He was the only high official maintained his office after Victor violently and miraculously eliminated Reedius and restructured the Senate. Antonius openly resented consul Victor and offended Victor with endless hostile actions, trying to bring Victor down as consul. Victor finally lost his patience and planned moves to stripe Magister equitum's power from its title. After wounded in the war, Antonius lost his interest in politics and started several genius infrastructural projects that were far beyond people's imagination at the time.  

 Reedius Richius is often referred to as "the smartest Roman once lived" by himself and his supportors. Obviously, such statements are discredited by Doomipedia.gov.bw as a false, criminal statement. Anyone who dares to make such statements within various Battleworld realms, should be prepared to face the wrath of God Emperor and will likely by prosecuted by Thor Corps. The information on this person from various source (including illegal ones) is limited, controversial and conflicting. He was born into a rich patrician family and was loved as a do-gooder among all social classes. A genius inventor, arguably even smarter than Victor. He became a successful politician at a very young age, and was a head of a secret senate inner circle rumored to be "Illuminati". Reedius was originally attracted to Victor's intelligence and heroic victories in the war, so he helped Victor's campaign to be elected as consul, despite Reedius' best friend Antonius' prejudicial accusations against the slave born hero. Victor helped give birth to Reedius' daughter Valeria, and became her godfather. Later on, however, the ongoing disagreements and struggles between Reedius and Victor intensified the conflict between the consul and the senate. Victor hated Reedius so much that it became openly known personal. Reedius went missing on a tour. Rumors have it that Victor murdered or sent someone to assassinate his political enemy. Victor orders to find Reedius dead or live, but Reedius just seemed to miraculously disappear. His wife Susanna Richius later married Victor and became the second Roman Empress.

 Oanda Eryca Augusta is the daughter of the uprising leader Erycules. In Vishantian Maximus Iao's prophecy, Oanda is a queen of chaos. She will either bring prosperity or doom to a dynasty. After her father's defeat to Victor, her mother Magda, a former Vestal Virgins, begged Iao to take care of Oanda. Iao took Oanda under his wings and engaged her to his adopted son Stephanus. Oanda's beauty most caused wars between neighbouring nations, and she was called the "modern day Helen of Troy". Other than her beauty, we don't know much about her youth, other than the fact that Stephanus was rumored to be madly in love with his bride-to-be. However, before the wedding ceremony, Victor forced Stephanus to give up his bride. Later the same year, Victor himself took Oanda as his wife. She received the name "Augusta" after Victor became Imperator Doom. Despite Oanda's striking beauty, Victor quickly grew weary of his wife. After decades of marriage, Oanda produced no heir. Victor's political enemies accuse Victor of being asexual, for Oanda was the most beautiful woman ever known to men. Like many politicians at the time, Victor was exerting a sexual magnetism that was attractive to both man and woman, which added tremendous political charisma. This accusation of asexuality hurted Victor's popularity as a charismatic leader, as it was seen as lack of manhood. Victor vehemently denied and forbid this accusation, but Oanda's silence did not help the situation. Victor later annulled his marriage with Oanda to marry Susanna. Oanda married Visus and mothered twin sons.  

   Before I get into the actual love story of Doomstrange in 32 BC, I'd like to mention that the plot of this story came from Sheriff Stephen's dream. He once revealed part of the plot to God Emperor Doom. However he carefully did not mention the name of the Roman emperor in his dream. Though he tried to skip the plots of Stephanus' romantic intimacy with his emperor, it's quite apparent to Doom (or any listener) that Stephanus was madly in love with the emperor and longed his love in return. Doom was omnipotent, not omniscient. He doesn't know who the emperor is in Stephen's dream.

 The next day, as Stephen reports to God Emperor Doom, Doom asks Stephen if he noticed any change in the many realms of the Battleworld. Stephen summons the all seeing eye and glance over the world realm by realm. He reports what he sees in each realm, until he suddenly falls dead silent, for he now sees a realm in 32 B.C. Rome, where his counterpart Stephanus is kissing the Roman Emperor. Sheriff Stephen sees the gorgeous face of the emperor, from his charismatic aura, he immediately learn the Emperor is Doom.

Basically Doom created this AU in the reflections of Stephen's dream.

 Stephen drowned in happiness, which is quickly replaced by bitterness. He grew very sad that Stephanus and Victor can live happily together as lovers, while he is but Doom's right hand.

 (TBD)

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Could you do a dating Remus Lupin alphabet? Sorry if you already did it.

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A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

So he finds your personality more attractive than any physical feature, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love your look. He loves how caring you are, your mama bear tendencies that show after every moon.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Yes and no - he is extremely scared that the baby will inherit his lycanthropy and he doesn’t want to do that to anyone, let alone his own child. But there are also the times when he finds himself wishing he was a father and he could see you as a mother.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

He is cautious in the beginning and then by the end he has moved directly on top of you. He just likes feeling supported, physically and metaphorically.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

He likes to be very private. He takes you to the forest or the lake or just his dorm and he just spoils you sm

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

“You are my treasure” bc he really didn’t think you would stay, it’s not that he didn’t think you were nice enough, he didn’t think it was capable of any human to endure him. He didn’t believe in fate or anything like that until he met you and he is an absolute believer now omg he’s so grateful amlfkekak

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

He realized after the sixth full moon - you had finally figured out that he was a werewolf and you spent three days in his room with him reading to him and feeding him when he was too weak and taking care of him aaa

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

The most gentle boi? He’s really really scared or lashing out on you or just in general hurting you so you can be sure that this boi is always so so so gentle

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

He likes to hold hands 25/8 he will lace your fingers together and stroke your hand with his thumb

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

He was actually hiding behind a library shelf bc he was too shy to talk to you so from the beginning he knew you were amazing and his other half

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Only around the moon - very possessive and touchy 10/10 would recommend

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

He kisses vv soft and passionate but around the moon it goes into rough and aggressive (not in a bad way tho)

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

He does. It’s after you discover his lycanthropy and you don’t scream or run, you just hug him, and he breaks down. He starts crying, sobbing in your arms and he chokes out an I love you before he kisses you senseless

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

When you met his parents. Even though they were embarrassing him with baby pictures and stories he saw how happy you were and how much they loved you

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

So he’s not super rich like James or Sirius, but he does have some money. He buys you a lot of chocolate and books but he more spoils you emotionally bc he knows you love the little things in life

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

A light, soft brown bc that’s your favorite sweater of his and so you wear it all the time

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Darling, love, baby, babe, sweet, pumpkin, treasure, just lotsa fluff

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

He loooves reading to you in front of the fire while running his hands through your hair andkakaflnjhbkfjdlafdk

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

He likes to make a blanket and pillow fort and snuggle up with you and read to you

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

He cheers the both of you up with some chocolate and snuggles

He cheers other people up by distracting them from the source of their sadness

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

He likes to talk about the books that he’s reading to you, and you to the Marauders. He really doesn’t talk too much to anyone else, he’s pretty shy

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

He really likes taking you out to the astronomy tower and just staring at the stars with you

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Again, he’s pretty shy - he doesn’t ever show anything off, but he really is proud of you and your relationship

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He proposed after James and Lily’s wedding - he danced with you and realized that he wanted you to be in the white gown and dancing with him in the near future. He brought you to a private room in James’ house and proposed and he didn’t know it but the entire wedding party was watching and cooing.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

DEMONS BY IMAGINE DRAGONS DON’T EVEN FIGHT ME ON THAT HOOOO

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

He thinks of it all the time but doesn’t know when is the best time. The war was on and he wanted to do it before (god forbid) he lost you but he never knew when to do it.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

He would get a lil kitten or a puppy bc he wants a simple lil loving bby but he wants to have them when they’re little so that he can spend more time with them :’)

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Can we get an angry post on the shovel talk pls? 👀👀👀 bc it pissed me off but I'm not good with words so I'd love to see ur take on it

Okay, anon. I had to rest and really think about how I wanted to say all of this. 

So let’s start with the fact that shovel talks in general are gross. They treat the person being spoken about as an object, something that belongs to Person A and needs to be protected and/or kept from Person B. It takes away the agency of the person being spoken about, assuming they cannot handle their own relationships and/or cannot be trusted to make their own decisions. It also usually involves violence and the idea that someone’s family member or best friend would threaten violence on someone that person loves is wrong. Violence in general is wrong, and even in works of fiction this type of casual violence is unnecessary. 

Now in the case of malec and Jace it’s not only wrong and gross, it’s also entirely hypocritical. 

First of all at the time of the talk Jace is literally holed up in Magnus’ penthouse avoiding his problems. He invited himself to live there. Literally packed up his stuff, went into Magnus’ apartment without even knocking, and said “give me a room.” Like. Who the fuck? Alec and Magnus were barely dating? They literally just got home from their first date. And Alec’s brother legit feels like it’s okay to just come over and demand to be allowed to stay. 

Add to that the fact that he clearly brings over random girls to fuck. Fucks them loud and obnoxiously without any thought or care to where he is and whose hospitality he’s taking advantage off. Magnus was way more chill than I would have been. But he did have Alec and he did want some wine and kisses, so I get it. I hope Magnus purified or some shit that fucking room, man.

Then we come to the morning itself. This scene starts off with Jace screaming Magnus’ name and bitching about the cats. Cats that Magnus clearly cares about and enjoys the company of. He coos at those cats like he cooed at the snake he made for Camille. Let the man have his fucking pets in peace. 

Then we have Jace suggest that Magnus and Alec are a fling. Now. Jace has been there when Magnus borrowed strength from Alec and collapsed back on Alec. Alec literally kneeling there on the floor with Magnus completely sheltered by his body. And now I realize that maybe he was distracted. But seriously. He also was there when Alec was talking about “and then someone comes along who pushes you off that path” and knows Alec is talking about Magnus. He was there at Alec’s very fucking public wedding when Alec left his would be bride at the alter to kiss Magnus in front of god and country. Saw Magnus caught by Valentine’s soldiers, still wilingl to fight them off to save Alec and to save Jace. S2 brings us Alec using that stupid rock to try and find Jace. He’s told- because god forbid he feel the bond he supposedly has with him, I mean, I just- that Alec is dying. There is a moment- the single and only beautiful moment between Magnus and Jace- where Jace finally makes it to the penthouse and Magnus is standing there looking devastated with that rock in his hand. And Magnus hands it to Jace and Jace literally cups Magnus’ hand and just holds it for a moment, looking right into Magnus’ face, before taking it and going to save Alec. Literally looked into Magnus’ eyes in that moment, had to have seen how tired and worried and scared he was for Alec…

But his fuck ass is really gonna sit there on Magnus’ god damned rooftop after insulting his cats and fucking try to call it a fucking fling!?!??! Are you fucking kidding me? A shovel talk is bad enough, but him sitting there implying Magnus and Alec are a fling is just him being a bitter hateful bitch because he fucking knows it isn’t a fucking fling. 

It’s almost like how Dom talked shit about malec not being in love because they just didn’t know each other long enough, but thinking clace being love at first sight was great. It’s almost like lgbtq ships are held to a different standard. It’s also almost like Dom has always been a homophobe- but that too is a different post and one I’ve probably already made.

So then we get the “I’m never going to let anyone hurt him”. LOLOLOLOLOLOL! Jace, you are legit the last person who should be saying those words. No. Sorry. Maryse or Robert saying those words in that moment would have been less genuine, but man, Jace is a close second to those two. Jace spends all of s1 hurting Alec. Undermining his authority, ignoring his concerns, and then literally saying “then maybe your mother was right, and your best just isn’t good enough.” Meaning that Maryse saying that was something that happened often and in front of Jace. Meaning that Jace knows that Maryse was abusive and cut Alec down and then he uses those same words to cut Alec down because Clary- a person with her own motivations and decision making abilities- got herself caught. Are you fucking kidding me? Fuck off, Jace. Fuck off. Fuck off. Fuck off. He has no ground to stand on because he is an actual shit bin of a fucking parabatai and brother. Using Maryse’ abuse against Alec to get what he wants. Using Alec’s confused feelings about Jace against Alec to get what he wants. He’s hurt Alec habitually. 

Whereas from the moment they met Magnus has done everything to support Alec as best he could. Encourage him to be himself, let him know it’s okay to be himself, that’s okay if he’s not ready to come out- “I get it, you’re from a don’t ask don’t tell kind of world”- and doesn’t give up on the feelings between them.

This isn’t even getting into the not so subtle racism in having a white character using a character of color like Jace was using Magnus and then having the audacity to threaten him for the sake of another white character. Like there are just a lot of levels of fucked up when it comes to this whole scene. And racism definitely plays into too, especially considering how much fandom likes to demonize any and everything Magnus does.

So honestly, if I was okay with shovel talks in general, it would be Jace who deserves one. Certainly not Magnus. 

[captnbarnesrogers]

See, I’m Smiling

Pairing/Characters: Artist!Steve x Theatre Performer!Reader

Warnings: Angst, swearing, not much this is just angst ridden

Summary: You and Steve have been together for five years and the first four were incredible but lately things have been a little rocky. He’s been acting sketchy and you’ve been away in Ohio doing a summer show, you’ve been dying to see him. You’ll have the whole week together and you’ve never been more excited to see your husband. 

Word Count: 1451

A/N: This is based off of the song ‘See, I’m Smiling’ from the musical The Last Five Years! 10/10 Reccomend just bc Jason Robert Brown is one of my favourite composers! #theatrefreak

“Excuse me but you look like my wife, do you happen to be?” You heard a voice from behind you, you eyes widen and before you could think about what you were doing, you jumped on him and laughed,

“Steve! Oh my god, Steve!” You hadn’t noticed the flowers he held in his hand, you’d crushed them as it laid between you both,

“Hey, doll.” He greeted you with a tightening grip, “I missed you so much!”

“I missed you too.” You murmured into his neck. You lifted your head and crashed your lips against his, “I can’t believe you came.”

“I couldn’t leave my favourite girl in Ohio.” He smiled softly. You lead him to the edge of the pier, feet dangling, “How’s everything been?”

“It’s been great, baby! I saw your painting at a local art gallery here and I couldn’t be any prouder.”

“I really-”

“I’m so happy you’re here, Steve, on this pier, in Ohio, with each other.” You caressed his cheek and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips, “Thank you for coming.”

It was no lie that lately you and Steve were going through a rough patch but you believed that you could still keep things together. Your heart still belonged to him and all you could hope for that his still laid with you. And it did, well, a little bit did, he’d admit that much. He lied to you countless times when he said he couldn’t come to your shows because of work. He thought of it as ‘half’ truth-telling, he saw his publisher. He saw her. The countless ‘sorry baby’s’ and ‘you know I’d come if I could’ he had told her almost made him believe it himself.

“You look beautiful, baby.” He says, kissing you on the shoulder,

“I stole this sweater from the costume rack, ya know? I kinda look like Velma Dinkley!” He laughed at your little joke, he found you beautiful and he missed the way he felt about you. He missed the way you would light up his entire world with just one look but he knew in himself, things were not the same as they were five years ago. He wasn’t happily married anymore, he felt like he made the decision way too early and there was no doubt that he wished he hadn’t married you just yet, “See, we’re laughing, Steve,” You stopped for a moment to collect your thoughts, “I-I think we’re gonna be okay.”

“I know.”

“I mean, we might need to work on things but I know we can do it, just a rough patch right?” He nodded, “You made it to Ohio, sweets, who knows where else we’ll end up? We can be the same as we were five years ago.”

“You’re right, Y/N, we can get through this.” He brought your hand to his lips and held you close to him,

“You’re gonna love this show, Steve, it’s really not that bad.” He laughed again, reminding himself about the amount of times that you complained that the show wasn’t up to par and it was going to suck, “Look at us, we laughing, you’re laughing and I’m smiling… Just like before, just like we’re twenty-three again, I love you, Steve.”

“I love you too, doll.” He swallowed the lie and sorrowly kissed you on the forehead,

“I’m owning up to everything, Steve, I promise I’ll be better, I’ll come to your art shows, I’ll talk to all the interviewers, I’ll do everything better, Steve but I just need you to admit where you were wrong too. Please.” You closed your eyes and inhaled the fresh air, bringing his large hand to your lips, giving it a light kiss,

“I just- I know where I was wrong, baby, I know but I was trying so hard to keep up with you, I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Steve, It’s okay, we’ll start again this weekend, from scratch, we’ll mend everything bit by bit, we can do this. We’ll become stronger this time ‘round, baby.” You gave him a small smile and he caressed your cheek. You took ahold of his hand and led him to your cabin but he slipped his hand away from yours,

“Y/N...” You stared into his deep clear blue eyes and your smile faded, “I have this gallery meeting about my next piece and I have to turn up tomorrow.” You would be lying if you said that you weren’t the slightest bit annoyed but you were both starting over and that meant trying to be patient with him, with his job just as he was when you were trying to find your big break in acting. You took a deep breath and brought your smile back,

“Oh I didn’t know, I would’ve asked you to come next week…”

“I know but I just got the text now.”

“I didn’t hear it come through,” you huffed, your temper coming up again, you pressed it down knowing that this wouldn’t end well if you acted upon temper, “Well t-that’s okay, baby, look, if you have to, you have to and I mean we’ll have tonight.” You tackled him into an embrace and took in the sweet smell of him.

“Sugar, I-I know I promised but I-”

“You what, Steve?” You could feel anger bubbling inside of you,

“I tried to book tickets for tomorrow morning but there were none and the only one I could grab were for tonight.” This was the icing on the cake, the last straw, the cherry on top of the sundae, fuck patience, you did everything for him and all you wanted was this, you wanted his time and you couldn’t even give you a piece of it, it was like fighting with a child for the last piece of candy and you just couldn’t win. You let out a huff,

“You know what? I’m sorry but I just need to say this because if I don’t I’m gonna go insane.” You hands slammed down onto your legs in anger, “We’re here, right now, together and I’m trying to fix things but your mind is somewhere else, Steve! You’re gonna choose other people to be with on any other day, that’s fine! But-”

“I can come back on Monday!”

“No! You’re choosing them over me!”

“That’s not what I’m-”

“No, you are! Yes, Steve that’s exactly what you’re doing! You had a fucking choice, Steve! Me or them but as always guess who you’ve fucking chosen! Take a goddamn guess, Steve!” You were furious, you wanted to bawl your eyes out but you were just gonna keep it together until you could. He made his way to you and began to try and grab your hand but you harshly pulled away, “Let me give you a fucking clue, it’s not me! Not your wife!”

“I have to go-”

“No you fucking don’t Steve! You don’t have to go to another party with the same twenty-thirty five people you already know, talking to you about how your wife if probably in the way of you getting the great bitches and pieces of ass in New-fuckin-York!”

“Y/N I-”

“All I wanted, Steve was to have you and only you on our fucking anniversary and, god forbid, see me doing what I love like I always do for you, with the fucking interviewers and the- the fucking assholes always trying to get you with girls-”

“Oh stop being so dramatic, stop acting crazy-”

“No, I’m not-”

“Yes you are-”

“No I am fucking not! The point is everything is about you and all the time that I give to you is not enough! Everything still had to be about you, the fucking ‘incredible’, ‘undeniably’ unique painter in New York, fuck you, Steve!” You screamed, pushing him back away from you as he once again tried to get close, “You and you and nothing but you, Steve! I fucking refuse to be the girl who stand behind her husband’s shadows! I will not be that woman, I will not be that wife!” You voice was now hoarse and your eyes filled with tears, not being able to hold back everything anymore, you sniffled and wiped your tears away. He stood in front of you with a blank stare, his hands in his pockets, “Why? I will never understand why...”

“Why what?” He whispers,

“How you can just stand there with a blank face, tall and unproblematic while I’m right in front of you crying and do nothing about it.” You turned around and wiped the tears away, “Goodbye, Steve, for good.”

You walked off the pier and onto the dusty road, tears streaming down your face and you took your wedding ring off, throwing it into the ground.

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