#be erased for him to be loved that he is worthy of love regardless

[calsvoid]

me having to remind myself that “i love you to the core” was something actually said about buddie and not like a fanfiction line or title or something

[daenerysstormreborn]

“Why is it always Rhaegar that fans talk about when it comes to what happened to Elia and not Tywin or Gregor?”

Because Tywin and Gregor are presented unambiguously as villains in the text. Gregor does not have any depth to him at all. He is cruel, violent, and evil. There is not much more to say about him. He did something absolutely horrific without remorse. Tywin is more interesting but still entirely unsympathetic and unambiguously evil. Even Cersei, who idolizes Tywin, thinks he went to hell. Plus we saw both of them alive on page, so there’s less speculation to be done. Meanwhile Rhaegar never appeared alive on page and we only have information from various characters. He’s more of a mystery to the reader, and he’s not presented as an unambiguous villain. Most characters think about him positively. The only one to really speak ill of him is Robert, who is awful. The kind of person Rhaegar was is more up to the readers to decide. There is simply more room for discussion.

Second, Tywin and Gregor are held accountable by characters in the narrative already for the death of Elia and her children. Their culpability is not something to be discussed. It’s obvious. And characters already find it vile. You could make the case that since we don’t get a lot of animosity towards Rhaegar in the Martell POV chapters, that Oberyn’s anger was directed at Gregor, that they don’t assign any blame to Rhaegar. But two things: 1. Rhaegar is dead and gone, whereas Gregor and Tywin were still living and able to be held accountable. For the readers, all three are fictional. And, now, dead. And 2. The characters not blaming Rhaegar isn’t an indication that he’s blameless. The readers are often invited to come to our own conclusions about what is wrong or right, evil or righteous. Jaehaerys is regarded in universe as a good man and great king. But we the readers know that he slaughtered his teenage daughter’s lover while she watched. We get to decide for ourselves if Jaehaerys was a good man regardless of the opinions of the characters.

Gregor and Tywin are undoubtedly the most culpable for the deaths of Elia and her kids. One ordered it and the other did it. This is known and nobody is going to contest it. It does not erase this fact to say that if Rhaegar had not absconded with Lyanna, leaving his wife and kids in King’s Landing, they may have survived. It was short-sighted of him. He didn’t know he would die. He didn’t know that his wife and kids would suffer—but he knew that what he was doing would cause political unrest, and he knew that his father had no love for his wife and kids. Perhaps Rhaegar truly believed that having a child with Lyanna was the key to saving the realm. Even if this is true, he still bears some responsibility for the deaths of Elia and her children. I’m sure he did not think they would be harmed—but therein lies the problem. He should have thought more of them, even if his intentions were noble, because he knew he was going to incite political unrest and he knew his father didn’t care for Elia and her kids.

Saying that Tywin Lannister, Amory Lorch, and Gregor Clegane are evil and culpable in the deaths of Elia, Aegon, and Rhaenys is just very “water is wet.” It’s preaching to the choir. We can all see this. The characters in the story see this. Trying to understand the kind of person Rhaegar was, including the BAD, since we’re given mostly positive views of him, is something to actually talk about. The only one really speaking ill of Rhaegar in universe is Robert and it’s most certainly NOT because he cared about Elia and the kids. Elia’s end was tragic and it echoes through the story just like Lyanna’s. Speculating about her relationship with her husband (which GRRM himself has said was complex) and what he could have done to protect her is just a matter of investigating a series of events that is still rather shrouded and thus is actually worthy of discussion

[azelmaandeponine]

I still wished that we had gotten that epilogue episode, regardless of how sad it might be... because, I think we needed a closure betwen Stan and Ford, specially after "A Tale Of Two Stans", I mean, that episode wasn't sad either?

I mean, well, the Journal 3 says what happened during the lasts days they were in Gravity Falls, but it's not the same.

Well, ignoring that detail... I love the headcannons of Ford doing his best to raise the self-esteem of Stan and even telling him that he has a lot of accomplishments. I mean... I wonder if they talked about that during the time they helped him to recover his memory. Considering in the conclusion he said that "Don't let anybody to tell you aren't brave, strong or worthy enough." of couse, refering to Dipper, Mabel and Stan respectively. I wonder if well, both twins actually adressed that issue of Stan and the fact that Ford wants to raise Stan's spirits. I mean... something I noticed in the Book of Bill and how Stan behaves post-Weirdmageddon is the fact that he is now more happy and comfortable with being himself, to the point he seems to proud of being who he is, of course, undoing around 50 years or more of abuse and low self-esteem is very complicated, but I love to see the headcannons of Ford helping his brother to realize how much he worths.

Also, like a post said, Stan managed to also do something that Ford could never achieve, which is achieving inner peace, which means being alright with yourself, both your good and bad sides. Since this happened seconds before having his memory erased, of course Stan is back to square 0, so maybe he doesn't remember or acknowledges that, so, I don't know...

But well, what do you think?

Yeah, it'd be nice, but you know. Time constraints.

And yeah! I do really love the idea that after Weirdmageddon, Stan and Ford were more supportive of each other, which would result in both twins' self-esteem improving.

And would result in Ford moving on from Bill and healing, as we see in TBOB.

Stan got most of his memories back. If he might still be missing the decade he was homeless, but I think he probably remembers defeating Bill.

[valtsv]

i feel like your ocs would have amazing aita posts

oh definitely. in fact here's a sample for you.

Annie: "AITA for constructing a moral framework based on my belief that I am a character in a cosmic horror setting where my knowledge of the horrors makes me a target and thus I must do whatever it takes to survive (NOTE: I have justified the ruination of the lives of hundreds of people thanks to this worldview, but in my defence most of them had the potential to kill me even if they weren't actively trying to do so)"

also "WIBTA if I were to wander the earth leaving a trail of destruction in my wake until someone puts me out of my misery because my boyfriend died"

Lincoln: "AITA for continuing to pursue my passion of making music even though it compels people to kill each other (btw my new album is now available for pre-order!)"

Samara: "AITA for helming a highly dangerous expedition to the Arctic despite my lack of experience in this regard in order to prove to my father that I'm worthy of inheriting his company"

Nicky: "AITA for becoming a tool of the state in the fight to prevent angels and demons from abusing or destroying humanity for extremely personal revenge quest reasons (I do torture people for information as part of my job)"

Eddie: "AITA for placing myself intentionally in high-risk situations to spite my overbearing sister (regardless of your verdict I will be continuing)"

Logan: "AITA for tying my loyalty to whoever I perceive to be the most capable of protecting me from harm at any given time and doing whatever they ask of me unconditionally"

Fen: "AITA for letting people drown if they don't pay me to ferry them across the marshland which I am a physical manifestation of"

The Radio Host: actually i'm not even gonna try to write one for him he's a genocidal dictator who wants to turn the universe into its personal surveillance state

Dante: "AITA for running away from home to play a game that could kill me because I didn't want to talk to my parents about my mental health and also being a nepo baby I guess"

Maja: "WIBTA if I just lay down and gave up while my team are waiting for me to bring back help and rescue"

Pentifer: "AITA for killing innocent people so I can use their corpses as puppets to get close to my assassination targets if I was abused by my creator until I became hateful and cruel and now have no reason to trust that anyone will treat me differently when I'm widely feared and considered an abomination"

Jocelyn: "AITA for being an opportunistic cult leader who eats people and turns them into cocoons for spiders if I was raised to believe I have no choice in the matter"

Ram: "AITA for dying so badly that it was the catalyst of the problems for everyone around me"

Radi: "AITA for being unable to fall in love with the person who loved the person I was before her personality and memories were forcibly erased and I was born from the ashes of her destruction"

[respectthepetty]

Background Noise in Ep. 2 of 7 Days Before Valentine

Sun's phone shares the blue versus red color coding (the battle between good versus evil).

Sun has a painting of the sun above his bed.

The horns were inverted and resembled tusks, so less of an ominous marker and more of a defensive structure. The busk reads "make all your dream come true" and "work like you don't need the money."

Much like the sculpture in Sun's house that made him the center of the universe, this necklace's pendant is also of the universe.

Sun was warned last week that a man who can't be responsible to pick out his own flowers isn't worthy of love, and this week, Sun forgot he ordered flowers, then threw the flower on the ground in anger.

Are the roses marking Sun turning into a beast? The shop owner warned Sun about letting someone pick his lover's flowers while he sleeps and the new one hadn't bloomed yet.

There was water in the tub and Q was reflected in the mirror before Sun entered the bathroom. He just didn't notice because he only thinks about himself.

Q was shown higher than Sun several times regardless if it was with the horns

Or being blindingly bright near the water that he couldn't cross because Sun didn't want to go. He can't pay the toll and redeeming Sun is his way across.

Q did not look happy to be portrayed as the devil, so I think redeeming Sun will determine where he will fall on the side of good versus evil.

But Sun lied to his landlady, so Q stood in the middle.

And Sun didn't move to help the older man, so once again, Q was in the middle.

Sun's landlady was tending to her flowers,

and the entire building is decorated with flowers. Sun, who lives at the top, should provide them with light, but he is turning darker.

No comment on the signage.

The first man Rain saw was Air. Now he is seeing Earth. Rain's ex is named Mek (cloud).

Sun continued to talk about having the "power" to control his outcome, and he seems determined to bring hell to heaven (air and cloud) and earth to get Rain back even though Rain has told him several times the issue is Sun.

The accident occurred when Sun threw the rose and broke its case.

Wild Ass Theory: Air would have put this man in jail as a criminal lawyer but without Air, he is going to hurt someone. Possibly Rain for arguing with him?

Q tried to get Sun to think logically, but Sun was stilled ruled by his emotions. Q also looked sad again wandering around and seeing the father play with his son.

The sign for the cologne Sun was filming for last episode popped up, but the ad reads "Devil - Coming to you this Valentine" as Sun came into focus while walking. He has seven days to solve his problem (which is himself) or . . . he will turn into a devil?

However, Sun sat in front of the part of the ad that reads "Once Devil" so this is his chance to not only redeem Sun but also himself.

Which might be why he showed up at the man's house since he no longer has a son and . . . Q misses his dad?

In the beginning, the overgrown plants were tangerine branches and Air was worried his dad would fall if he tried to trim them himself,

But without Air, they changed to Japanese honeysuckle yet the tangerines still caused him danger.

The fade in from Sun being next to Rain

To Rain's ex being next to him is a reminder that Sun is the same as Mek.

Yet Sun decides to erase Mek which shows he is slowly erasing himself.

[unovanhunny]

I've never talked about it, but I think it's pretty obvious in my drawings. Warden Ingo is far less confident and sure of himself. I draw him looking concerned or worried more often than not, especially if it's anything remotely sexy/seductive/enticing. Whereas I typically draw younger Ingo as smiling and more comfortable in those same situations.

Even if Warden Ingo has confidence in his relationship with pokemon and his abilities, I feel like that doesn't extend to his relationship with people and Certainly Not to his relationship with Emmet.

Ingo had confidence in everything. He was proud of his job, proud of his voice and articulation, proud of his skill, proud of his ability to be a strong and hopefully comforting and safe presence to the passengers and workers at Gear Station. And he felt secure and confident in his relationship with Emmet. And regardless of anything else, he wasn't shy about himself with Emmet, there was never any reason to be.

After being pulled from his time, pulled from his home, and had his memories gone, there was really not much for him to fall back on. His skills with pokemon were undeniable, and there was room to be confident in that, he's basically a disney princess with his relationship to Alpha Pokemon without catching them. But his relationship with people? That wasn't so easy. Treated as an outsider and not even really having a grasp on Who He Is, there was no way for him to find or build that confidence again. There is no unconditional affection here, he has to work for any kind glance or warmth from anyone. And without having much to build up on, of course he tries but he is still an unsettling stranger with a muddled past and mysterious origin. People loved him in Unova, here he has to prove himself. Its no wonder he clings to the idea of the Man in White, something that he knows ties him to a past where he is wanted and welcome.

Eventually going home and even regaining his memories doesn't erase his experience in Hisui. Even with the joyous welcome home and Emmet's unconditional love, he's had to live who knows how many years carving out a life for himself where he had to fight to be accepted. Its an adjustment to feel wanted this much, and that doesn't automatically fix things. And especially when it comes to Emmet, so much about him has changed. His body, his mind, his attitude. So he can't be confident anymore. He doesn't think Emmet will reject him or think badly of him, but he's older and scarred and he doesn't have the body Emmet knew from before. And while he did much for survival, he isn't proud of his body. He doesn't think of himself as attractive and so he feels the attitude and outfits and such he had when he was younger can no longer suit him, he's not worthy of that anymore.

He'll get better with it over time. With Emmet's insistence that Ingo is just as attractive as he's always been, maybe even more, and his scars do not detract from that. Ingo has to find confidence in himself again, it'll just be a process. In the meantime, he'll get nervous, anxious and embarrassed about being babygirled but I'll keep doing it-

[tabl3]

the team's (my version) biggest character flaws (that I write into them):

Chase: Ego. While this Chase has a far smaller ego than the one in the show, it's still present (in a more realistic sense for how it would develop as he grew up). He's not obnoxiously braggy, besides one or two comments, moreso the one being crushed by his being "perfect". Where it comes up and flaws him is the fact that he absolutely believes he's the smartest person in the room. While fundamentally it's true, it makes him not listen to anyone else, especially Kaz. He doesn't think Kaz is stupid by any means (he notices his intelligence the most), but he's so ingrained in the idea of superiority that no one can possibly have a better plan or thought than him

Bree: Insecurity. She comes off as bright, bubbly, and energetic, but when she slows down she's a complete jumble of what ifs and whys. Even though she went with hustle and muscle, she believes deep down that her biological brothers are superior to her entirely. She believes she HAS to be a hero regardless, otherwise they and innocents will be hurt (see caged on my ao3). She convinces herself that she wants to be a hero, and that she is one. But she has a gut feeling that she isn't meant for it, that she isn't worthy.

Kaz: Emotion. We all know this Kaz has literally explosive emotions all across the board. He loves too deeply, cares too deeply, depresses too deeply, and angers in a dangerous and terrifying way. His emotions only became more and more unstable after decimation, giving him the deep rooted paranoia that comes up when he trains with solar flare. It brought up the panic, fear, and guilt he is continously swamped with. He knows he could hurt any of his loved ones with a touch. He knows that some twisted part of him really wanted to to release the anger suffocating him. He knows he would've done unspeakable things if circumstances had been slightly different. And it terrifies him.

Skylar: Pride. Skylar Storm is a hero. She's a symbol. An icon. She doesn't cry. She doesn't whine. She doesn't crumble. She saves people. She will forever. Skylar Storm is not weak. She is not vulnerable. She's a protector. She's a rock. She keeps her friends and family and civilians from any harm. And things will stay that way.

Oliver: Cowardice and Jealousy. Oliver was not a coward when he was younger. He would stare down supervillains and figure out how to beat them. He shut down when he was fifteen. He barely knew left from right. He was torn between love and duty. Love for his mother and the hopeless thought that she'd be saved, one he carries still. Duty to his friends, his almost stepfather, the hospital. Eventually he quit trying to decide. He faded away, giving up on who he used to be. He wanted to feel safe. Then he joined the team and felt his best friends were ripped away. He was filled with scathing hatred toward the two perpetrators, because how dare they think they could take more from him. He became an even more different person, one spiteful, one that his friends grew to despise. He's atoned for the latter at this point, sure, but that doesn't erase what he did. Now he's comfortable with being the least exceptional. Hiding behind four spotlights. Because it's safe. And he's okay with not changing.

[jyndor]

Why do you think Melshi and the ship with Cassian is having way more attention than Bix and her past love story with him?

you and I both know what it is anon, but I see a few factors.

melshi is a white guy, fandoms love their slash ships especially with white guys. fangirls in particular like to erase all women, especially woc, from being "in the way" of their slash ships so they can get their rocks off while not struggling with internalized misogyny. hold that thought, I'm gonna come back to it.

bix and cass admittedly haven't spent a whole lot of time together building on their connection, in fact all of their scenes together have been pretty clear in them being each other's past and needing boundaries between them to move forward.

okay, so melshi and cass have just met and have this undeniable connection, and sure bix and cass have a sort of toxic vibe going on, but this is fandom. fandom doesn't care about toxicity. fandom cares about chemistry and vibes and are they hot??? and let's keep it real, bix and cass DEFINITELY HAVE CHEMISTRY AND VIBES. and yeah they're two of the hottest people lol like you'd think there would be a really toxic element of fandom loving their toxic dynamic, but there really isn't much of one. some people like me are pretty disappointed with bix's treatment and with how their relationship has played out, and some people do seem to ship them but there really are very little fan creations for them as a ship.

and it isn't like cassian has a fandom of people who are against shipping him with women. lol contrary to these idiot anons' beliefs, rebelcaptain is a very well liked ship for rogue one, probably the most popular. now I don't want to compare bix and jyn's dynamics with cassian because they're clearly meant to do two different things, and they're like apples and oranges. and jyn has more time with cassian on screen than bix does so far. but does felicity being white play a role? probably.

and then you look at ao3. why is it that cassian has more reader insert fic than he does with the literal established characters in the show? with bix, his first love? like I do not enjoy on-and-off again dynamics, I'd love it if they can move the fuck on, but undoubtedly they're worthy of some attention. I mean, even in my wips with rebelcaptain as the main ship, I'm trying to write bix and cassian properly, to give them the weight they deserve. they have an interesting, compelling dynamic regardless of the ending.

and in rogue one's fandom I'm sure there are plenty of reader insert fic with cassian and without jyn, but there's a lot less. and definitely there's a fair bit of ooc jyn and cass fic that makes me think it's reader insert in disguise.

but to me I think it's racism. of course it's racism. a lot of the melshi x cass stuff is based on misogyny and racism. but imo the reason why there's more reader insert x cass fic than bix x cass fic is because of racism, too. they're finding it hard to put themselves in bix's place long enough to let cassian rail her or whatever lmfao.

I mean I understand why cassian's girlfriend from niamos gets no recognition. its a shame but yeah she was on screen for two minutes and doesn't know his real name. BUT again I'm like really? hot lady over here naked in cassian's bed isn't enough for you? oh right, she's Black.

I don't know if it would be different had we seen some of young bix and cassian's relationship, but like come on for people who don't give a fuck about on and off again relationships or like how healthy a relationship is, which I KNOW fandom doesn't care about since reylo is a fucking thing, I think it might not have made much of a difference.

you know what it is anon. and you're right.

ps I wrote exes!cass and melshi ages ago, but apparently I'm homophobic for not saying they're endgame and that jyn and bix are cunty for getting in the way~~~~ or whatever lol

[zorkaya-moved]

68. a tender kiss on your lover's chest › darcy ... clockwork heart vibes ... psps

@wonderloste

Will a tale as old as the Wonderland’s life ever exist, worthy enough to make their own story be known inside that book. No words would be enough to describe everything there is between them, tragedy and comedy to anguish and survival. They live yet they don’t, they push forward yet they are stagnant, but together they would find a moment of respite; regardless of how their beginning started off: rough, clashing, biting. Distrust would erase itself from the lines of their dialogue, an opposite emotion would come to bloom like the first snowdrop beneath the snow, a tender memory, a bud that’ll bloom into a flower of love. By now, it’s color is the brightest in the midst of the snowy lands of her internal world, a bright color of red just like her lipstick and Darcy’s eyes. Such a beautiful shade, such a warm emotion, such a gorgeous color. 

It is with that mind does she look at him with a rare tenderness, his messy behavior and his crybaby tendencies she’d witness. The White Rabbit is both the villain and the tenderly loved man by ‘Alice’ who stepped down (well, fell) onto the lands of Wonderland. The Ice Queen would push the man back to lay on the couch, her lips lacking that bright red as her lipstick, forgotten on this fine evening as they were prepared to simply rest for a short bit. Time was a flickering light in this land of wonder and mystery, but it didn’t matter. The notion was what mattered and what she wished to do mattered. Even if he would blush, even if he would ask her, even if he would not expect such tender touch from a woman so harsh, so stubborn, so cold. For him, she would make ice feel warm, even at the cost of her own self melting, but not enough to disappear. There will be no heroic sacrifices, the world (them) will remain whole.  

“Relax, I won’t bite,” she reassures him, placing a kiss to his forehead first. He must know he is loved, adored, and treasured. In these moments of rare silence, she would be a tender moon overlooking the night’s carnivals. At this moment, Sokolova would let her lips feel warmer and her touch explain her wishes to grant him something more. Oh, how she wishes for his selfishness even more; his greed, his possessiveness, his yearning. Everything and all, she would wish to take it and give him everything that she is back. For now, her lips would continue to leave the phantom warmth after each kiss delivered: to his forehead, to the corner of his eye, to his cheek, to his jaw, to his neck, to his collarbone. Did his breathe hitch or was it her imagination? Her destination was not yet reached, Zarina looked up at him as she would unbutton just one of his buttons, inquiring soundlessly if it were alright to continue. Upon receiving agreement, she gave him a nod and a smile before continuing to travel her kisses lower. 

“Ah...” Her exhale must’ve been unexpected as she finally was able to rest her eyes on his clock heart. The ticking machine seemed to have sped up from her affections, it made her chuckle lowly and softly; despite his rough edges and a painfully stubborn nature, Darcy White also was undeniably cute. “There it is.” Her desired destination. 

He had protected her, he had continued to try and understand her, he had waited for her. It was natural he would be granted any of his wishes, too, correct? Well, Zarina would tell him that only after her initial place. Her lips would be pressed to the ticking clock in a careful manner, a light peck before she would look up at the White Rabbit’s face. His ears, his eyes, his lips, his everything. As long as he’d call her name, she would answer. However, she wished to seal those slips before they would utter her name once again or she just might as well ask for more. His voice was impossible to ignore, always bringing her attention back to him. Her soul, her savior, her beloved, her eternity, her treasure. 

“If you look at me like that, I may become even greedier. Is it not your turn to ask me of anything you wish for?” They will sleep when they are dead, huh? It didn’t matter, their enemies will fall and she did not lose confidence even after hearing who they might be against. If she must become ice itself, this world will die to give Darcy another chance. If such were to come, of course. It didn’t matter how many will die as long as they’ll remain together. “Since you’ve give me your soul to survive and your love to warm me, you can ask for everything that I am at any point. Now and forever.” There is no ‘if we love’ scenario in her mind, they’ll succeed no matter what.  

[yhwhrulz]

Worthy Brief - September 10, 2024

God still speaks today!

Revelation 2:7 "He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To him who overcomes I will give to eat from the tree of life, which is in the midst of the Paradise of God."

The place we call home in Israel is in the rebuilt city of Arad, an ancient city rebuilt in 1962 near the historic site of Tel Arad. It was the first planned city in Israel.

Tel Arad was an ancient fortress, which has been destroyed and rebuilt at least ten times, according to archaeologists. The citadel was thought to have originally been built during the times of King David and Solomon. The Negev desert’s arid conditions have remarkably preserved the fortress's archaeological layers, providing a continuous record of its history for hundreds of years.

One of the most significant discoveries within the ruins of Tel Arad is the only Israelite temple ever found in an archaeological dig. Inside, the site you can see an Israelite altar and two limestone incense altars, which once stood at the entrance of the Holy of Holies.

This Israelite temple (high place) remained perfectly preserved, and archaeologists attribute its destruction to the reforms of King Hezekiah.

During his reign, Hezekiah removed the idolatrous cults and destroyed the high places throughout Judah (2 Chronicles 32:11-12; 2 Kings 18:4; 2 Kings 18:22; Isaiah 36:7).

The high place at Tel Arad was buried beneath a layer of dirt, with great respect shown in the process—both incense altars were laid on their sides before the entire structure was covered, effectively erasing the memory of the temple from history until excavations began on the Tel in the 1960s.

Some believe this final burial may have occurred during the reign of King Josiah (2 Kings 23:1-37). Regardless of the exact timing, worship at the high place came to an end.

Fast forward to the present day, and recent scientific techniques have shed new light on this ancient site.

In 2021, as Israel’s Knesset debated the decriminalization of cannabis, researchers revealed that the incense altars at the Tel Arad temple contained traces of cannabis, frankincense, and dung.

Astonishingly, the very place God commanded to be destroyed for its idolatry—what Hezekiah referred to as a "high place"—was indeed a literal "high place."

Just months before the Israeli government debated the cannabis question, God provided the answer through archaeology: "Bury the habit!" The cannabis used in the ancient temple produced a counterfeit high, unlike the true euphoria that comes from being in the presence of God and worshipping Him.

While many argue that the Bible doesn’t address modern issues, we are constantly surrounded by evidence that God continues to answer even the most challenging questions of our time — because God is still speaking to us today! The real question is … "are we attentively listening?"

Your family in the Lord with much agape love,

George, Baht Rivka, Obadiah and Elianna (Missouri) (Layfayette, Indiana)

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[bravewolfvesperia]

Feeling Flynn's touch on his shoulder was at least enough to muffle the sobs. To weaken them and help push them aside enough for Yuri to be able to function again. Granted, it was a fight in itself: that same kindness had been what initially set him off. What made him feel like he hadn't been the person for Flynn, and all the reasons why. Especially right now, it was difficult to convince himself that he deserved this kindness.

He felt... bad, honestly. Horrible about this. It wasn't just that Flynn had been taken away from his work, but Yuri wasn't going to fool himself into thinking this wasn't weighing on Flynn. Worrying and maybe even scaring him. Yuri opted to pause for deep breaths and sit up to wipe his eyes, silent for a moment as he tried to think of something for Flynn to do for him. Trying to convince him not to was... probably not happening at this point.

"I don't... really know. Maybe I just need to get past this somehow... I just... don't really know what I want or what might help." Having never dealt with this something like this didn't help at all. What might work for others in a similar situation may not work for him. This was wholly unfamiliar territory for him. In a way, maybe that was his own fault for always burying his feelings. For forcing them to come out on their own eventually.

"My mind just keeps wandering, and it... Today, it... I just want to stop thinking things like... I'm not good enough for you. That you deserve better. You want this, you're happy... and I should be grateful for that. It's not fair to you that I have thoughts like that... It's almost like it's denying what makes you happy. It feels so selfish to think those things, but it's... not even selfish. Not being with you would hurt me too."

And that was why he was trying to improve himself. He knew that, and that was what made these thoughts all the more frustrating. As he was, Flynn thought he was perfectly worthy of him... and Yuri knew that he was trying his best to live up to that regardless. That he was trying to erase who he turned into - the person who risked truly becoming a criminal. If he was put in prison for being a criminal, that would hurt Flynn... and it would break his heart.

It would be even worse because it was Flynn. Because he knew even if he was in prison, Flynn would still be loyal to him. Still never leave him. Just continue to suffer knowing he couldn't come home to Yuri unless he could get him out of prison, or wait for him to be released after a sentence that would probably be a life sentence.

He scoffed, almost laughing at himself. "You'd think I'd have this all figured out by now. We're planning to get married, we know what we're doing, we're sure of ourselves... but this sort of thing still... happens. It's not as often now, but it... it's like I can't just forget it entirely." He paused, trying to take in a choked breath. "I have the best person in the world here for me and by my side. I'm happy with that. So why do I still feel like something about me isn't right...?"

Why was he still upset about it? Why did it still make him so sad? He choked out another involuntarily sob, followed by another, unable to hold back the thoughts. How there was a time he'd truly believed Flynn would be better off with someone else, and how nowadays that thought was enough to kill him. But Flynn wasn't with someone else. So why did it bother him? Was it just because it was part of a more vicious cycle of thoughts?

"It feels like I'm the happiest person in the world, but I still don't... like myself. But you like me, so why does that matter when you're my priority? But then, why don't I like the me you love? I should want to be the person you love. So why am I still struggling with this? I can't make sense of it at all... I just know it doesn't feel fair to you that I'd even feel this way still when... when I'm... when I have you..." His breath shuddered again, and the shaking from his body left him feeling so small. "I have everything, but something's still wrong with me... I have everything I could want in my life that I could possible have right now, so why am I still... Why does something still feel so wrong with me..."

He dropped his head onto to Flynn's chest, knowing he wasn't fooling either of them away from the tears that were falling down his face. Why did it feel so wrong for him to cry on top of it all? Was he just supposed to act inhuman to satisfy himself? Pretend these things never bothered him? "You even took time out of your work day because of this... even though it's so stupid. But... now I feel like... if I don't get it out now, I'll just lock it away again... until the next time it forces its way out... I know I won't ever be as lonely again as I was back then, but... something will build up again somehow... Everything... that I couldn't bury or resolve properly... and it'll just happen again."

And as it went on, he kept feeling more awful. Never in his life had he... lost control of his emotions and his body to this point. To the point where Flynn wanted to help him but couldn't, because Yuri himself had no answers for how he could help. The only thing Yuri could think of was that Flynn simply stayed there. "I just... I feel like I want to scream... and I can't figure out why. If it's about all these things that aren't happening anymore, why do I feel like I still need to react to them...? It feels so stupid... but I hate that too! Because I can feel that it's hurting me! So it's not... it's not... stupid... I don't know what to do, Flynn, I don't... I don't know how to make it stop... I've never felt... so out of control of my own body..."

Taking a deep breath, he paused again, slightly leaning against Flynn. "I'm... sorry. None of this must make any sense. I'm really... trying to stop it. Can you... just... stay with me... for now...? I don't... really know what else to ask for..."

Flynn felt a bit at a loss on what to do as he lifted Yuri effortlessly into his arms and watched as the man simply gave in and let his head drop against his chest. He was exhausted, that much was clear and Flynn knew that Yuri probably just needed to sleep this off. To just get some rest and then maybe they could have a more level-headed conversation in the morning regarding Yuri’s feelings. The fact that Yuri had seemed to cry himself to exhaustion was helpful too. The plan seemed obvious then. Once they got to Flynn’s room, he would lay down with the other and help comfort him until he fell asleep. Afterwards, Flynn would have to come back and put his work away but he fully intended on coming back soon after to turn in early with Yuri. 

He probably needed that more than ever, right now. 

They were almost to Flynn’s room when all hell broke loose. Leblanc’s voice rang out through the halls, declaring that he had a report from Captain Raven and sending a jolt of panic through Flynn’s body. Immediately, Flynn had turned partly away from Leblanc, as if to block Yuri from his view because he knew that the last thing Yuri wanted was to be seen in such a state. Especially by someone he knew. Flynn knew that it was a hopeless endeavor to try and hide Yuri from the other man. After all, when you’re holding an entire body in your arms… it’s… pretty hard to hide that. 

Flynn tried to cut Leblanc off, slightly panicked, to try and ask Leblanc to just leave the report in his office, on his desk but then… Leblanc’s tendency to speak before thinking kicked in as he loudly questioned why he was carrying Yuri. Which… yes. That was an understandable question to have. What wasn’t necessary was the ‘scoundrel’ comment and immediately he could feel Yuri tense in his arms. No, no, no, no–

Sure enough, the sobbing picked up again and Flynn’s panic quickly turned into anger and annoyance as he squeezed Yuri gently before delivering a quick glare towards Leblanc. “Put the report in my office. Now. I will follow up with you in the morning.” “Ah– But– Sir, is everything alright?! Should I contact Captain Raven–”

“No.” Flynn’s answer was short but firm as he took a deep breath to calm himself. “In respect of our privacy, you will not repeat what you are seeing tonight to anyone. Do I make myself clear?”

Flynn barely waited for an answer, ready to walk away as Leblanc blinked rapidly for a moment before stammering out a reply. “Y-Yes sir! My… My apologies–”

“It’s alright.” At least, it would be. Flynn couldn’t really help how angry and annoyed at the other he seemed right now. Making a mental note to apologize later, the blonde quickly dismissed Leblanc from the conversation and hurried down the hall towards his room. 

As soon as Flynn made it to his room, his first order of business was to lock the damned door before someone else decided to interrupt him. Spirits forbid if Sodia showed up. With how badly she and Yuri fought, that would be the absolute last thing that any of them needed. Once the door was locked, Flynn made his way to the bed and carefully rested Yuri on top of it, watching as he latched onto the blanket with little hesitation. The man seemed a bit lost in his own head, not really responding to anything as he seemed to fall deeper and deeper into whatever dark thoughts were swimming in his head. The mere sight of Yuri in this state was enough to break Flynn’s heart in half. He needed to get Yuri to calm down and soon…

First, Flynn decided to very quickly slip out of his work uniform and into something a bit more comfortable before grabbing some clothes for Yuri as well. He wasn’t sure if Yuri had brought his own clothes to sleep in but Flynn had a feeling if he even tried to ask right now, he probably wouldn’t get an answer. Moving over to the bed, he gently reached out and rubbed at the man’s back, hesitating before speaking. 

“Um… Yuri…?” He gives a pause, waiting to see if the other reacts at all before continuing. “Do… Do you want to change into some night clothes? I have some here that’ll fit you, I’m sure… I can help you if you’d like. I just– I think laying down would do both of us a lot of good right now but I can’t really imagine you’d feel comfortable as you are now…” 

After some consideration, Flynn stares down at Yuri, spotting some parts of his face that was blotched red from his tears and panic attacks and he begins wondering if maybe Yuri would want to take a bath as well? Or maybe he could go and grab the other some hot chocolate or something? Flynn considered his options. “I can also draw a bath for you, if you’d like… or… is there anything you’d like…? How can I help you, Yuri…?”

[sheactress]

"how could i be so stupid?" - ricky "okay well i mean you're not that stupid" - lily

dialogue from 301

yes, i don't tend to do... the whole harness thing in the canon way at all if we're doing it. she'd have told him herself- and she'd certainly not have kept the thing in her bedroom hanging on her closet door with her bags... but i thought i'd talk a bit about her feelings here regardless. bc it's a solid moment for her if she were to get a storyline.

i know people took this as condescending from her like as an okay yeah i'm just good at being evil, but the way i take it... when ricky says those words to her it STINGS. he thinks he's stupid for trusting her. for liking her. for spending time with her... that hurts- when she's felt so wonderful that he would do those things. he has made her feel in those few months since opening night like she might actually be worthy of those things...

so it hurts- to have him basically just take everything back. call it all stupid. everything she's given him is all lies apparently. she doesn't deserve anything he's given her. but she has that smile on her face, and it comes with a bit of a laugh. bc what do you do? when you're not supposed to get upset- you fawn. you're pretty and smiley and amused because that's how you get out of bad situations. you make it easier. you give them what they want. let them say what they need to say. then maybe, just maybe... they'll forgive. they'll let it go.

"you know that i had actually convinced myself that i was wrong about you?" "kinda seems like you were"

she bats at his arm playfully, again with that smile. she lacks the ability to actually deal with this. she doesn't know how to save it, so again- she's fawning. but if you listen to her words... she's saying- he was wrong about her. she's disagreeing with him. like ricky it kinda seems like you were wrong about me... does all this time we've spent together just- get erased because of this one thing? i would think that all of that- all we've had- would be proof enough to let you know that you were wrong about me.

and then she immediately tries to fix it- turning the subject without divulging the whole of the truth of the situation. (at least in my canon, it's not a simple lily took the harness, i've talked about this before, zack's plan with the three kids all pitching in that night).

"come on... richy-" "it's ricky" "all's fair in love and war and musicals, right? i mean zacky roy taught us that."

her voice dips for that last part- she's not so playful anymore. it's not working...

"yeah, well, miss jenn taught us to trust the process- or at least our fellow humans" "okay- okay so maybe this is our process, right? i steal things, and you get mad... and then we laugh and laugh."

but... maybe she can appeal to his words- so she gets cute and smiley again, wiggling around a bit dramatically, looks at him like she's so eager to be what he thinks she is. but that it can be good! they can be good! even if he sees her as contrary to what she's thought he believed in for these last months. she needs to save this. and again- giving into the other perspective is the only way she knows how to handle actual conflict with people she actually cares about. conflict that matters.

but he sighs, and she tries one last time... with that little giggle and the brightest smile.

"plus jet skiing"

and she knows she's cute- that's one thing she does know. she's pretty and she's got her nose scrunched up adorably. like she knows makes him smile. she really thinks she could fix this... if he let her talk this out. but she's no good at actually talking things through in the moment. she needs time to think through stuff. to plan for tough conversations.

so it really sucks when he just tells her goodbye and walks out... leaves her to go on her family trip alone without even wondering if she deserves any benefit of the doubt after like three, four months... she's genuinely full of heartache when he goes- that wide eyed sad look... but that doesn't mean she's defeated permanently. those feelings didn't go away. she loves that boy. she's not giving up forever just because he wanted to make her his villain over a past indiscretion.

[leonasbunny]

— LEONA X FEM!BUNNY READER ˗ˋˏ♡ ˎˊ˗

• general, soft fluffy headcanons jwjwjw >:)) !!

because our hubby needs it ;3 !!

mentions of : sexual themes, predator-prey relationship, general fluffy stuff and mentions is angst then and there !!

“ If you only knew how much you meant to me, Kingscholar.. The things I’d do for you, the very galaxies and stars i’d lay before your feet if I could.. If only I could grab the very essence of life itself and pour it down onto the spring meadows we both lumber our sleep upon, I’d fill the fields with flowers for us to run across on and rift ourselves away with our bodies and mind swayed away.. Just you n’ me, Leona.”

He felt his heart skip a heat, thundering with passion with cupids arrow struck into his heart; piercing through the skin and tissue and straight into his veins.

Leona, the prideful lion who couldn’t give an ounce, not even two shits, about being affectionate and all; he couldn’t be easily swayed with words, nor could he easily be swooned with smirks. but you, Herbivore? Oh, darling you have no idea what you do to him.

He’s speechless, breathless, he wants to fucking pick you up and kiss the life out of you with all your heart and his too. Leona; whom had never been thought to be considered someone worthy; only knew that he was worthy to himself. His narcissism grew and grew, yet when you said that; everything fell..

He was no longer dawned on the thought that people should beckon to him, but instead- he found himself drawing nearer towards you.. Expressionless as he cups your little, squishy face and leans in with his warm, hot breath touching your skin and leaking softly from the scent of his perfume cascading your senses..

“The fuck’re you sayin’ herbivore? Are ya really trying to test me, huh? Little bunny. Tch, come here, cutie.”

Leona picks you up, grabbing the soft flesh of your thighs as he pushes you into a heavy kiss; regarding with you whimpering under the lions touch. A frightful bunny shouldn’t have said such a beautiful thing.. unless the little herbivore wants a taste of what it’s like to be the queen beside him..~

Leona, all jokes aside, loves it.. he really does. His ears perk up and his blush is so much more evident, as such as his flushed appearance. He can’t believe he’s ever hear something like that.. but given it’s you, he should’ve expected it. But can you blame him for being surprised?

Shadowed in the Afterglow Savannah by his own brother; much to the citizens disapproval of the second brother of Farena, he was looked down upon. Leona didn’t come out unscathed and untouched, frankly- he suffered through the hell of his childhood being second all his life. Thrown away by the country, wasted off from the Savannah. Though he stood firm, bearing a scar on his eye; trauma from neglect and love and affection of those around him and his palace courts-men.

But you, little bunny? You’re healing him. You’re healing his wounds, but even so the scars still remain and linger in his memory, you’re wiping the wounds off his body, erasing every fragment of a bad touch left in his figure. You found the key to his heart, and he utterly adores you for staying with him all these months..

One day, he hopes to take you to his home, and marry you there. Marriage is something you two haven’t talked about, given the early stages of your relationship. But he knows you inside and out, he knows you’re innocent, and even more so; more gorgeous than any girl he’s ever met. I’d say he’d propose to you anytime, anywhere regardless of the situation you’re in or wherever you are.

Leona doesn’t like to admit it, but he genuinely is afraid of losing you, his bunny. His darling herbivore. Leona thoroughly hates showing such weakness towards you. He knows you’re capable of taking care of yourself, especially given the fact women are highly respected back in his home kingdom; and you’re a very independent little bunny.. but hints of fear are given anytime Leona starts fearing you may be stolen away and he will be left with nothing once again.

It will never happen though, you promised him it wouldn’t. You love him with all your given heart, and he believes and trusts your word; and he will never admit any of the things he feels deep down; but he wants you to know that he does care. He does love you, but he’s unsure of how to give you that love.

Guide him through the relationship. Your big lion belongs to you, and you only. And he believes belong him, in a respectful manner of course.

But he knows the basics of dating, he’s had enough experience thirdwheeling Farena and his wife to have his heart stripped off the title of becoming King, thanks to his adorable little nephew. So of course, he knows quite a bit. He will give you expensive things; and no matter what you give him, expensive or cheap, he treasures it.

Made a picture frame of you and him? Expect it to be sitting beside his bed table next to his lamp so he can wake up to seeing your beautiful face every morning.

Made a bracelet out of cheap jewellery? He doesn’t care, he thinks it actually looks pretty good and cute. He will wear it, much to Ruggie’s teasing and soft remarks.

But he does it to show that he does care. And he hopes you do know that..

Leona believes that in a predator and prey relationship, he should mark you as his. Sex is one thing, but another is fully marking your neck; aka— him biting you and actually making a small, open wound in your neck. Hickeys are to be expected every single time in the relationship, regardless if you two are sexual or not.

He will grab you gently by the waist while you’re continuing to do whatever you’re doing; and press his body against you whilst biting your neck softly with kisses and affectionate nips. After all, can you blame this lion for wanting a little taste of his own food?

He will tend to go a bit overboard and end up leaving your neck with hickeys all over; slight drops of blood then and there. If you enjoy that sort of thing like he does then HWJSJWJSUWJ eXpeCt it to happen a lot whenever you’re spending time with him.

Whenever you’re in public spaces in school, you two are holding hands and he just doesn’t give a shit whoever throws a glance then and there. What’s there to be ashamed about? You’re dating. You are something these boys could never have even if they wished. A perfect wifey, motherly figure for Leona. A soft little bunny to wife over the big sleepy lion.

Leona loves the dynamic between you two, and so do you. You will be beside the Savanaclaw trio a lot, staying with Ruggie and hanging out with Jack. Leona trusts them that they’d look after you, given his orders. Especially since you’re a helpless little herbivore thrown out into a pack of wild predators within the school.

But he does tend to be a little jealous then and there, so please don’t mind him whenever you four are hanging out somewhere in his school and his tail tends to give you a little squeeze in your thigh, every so now and then. It’s just his way of being protective and showing the fact that you’re his, nobody else’s. And he is yours to do whatever you please.

He’s not uncomfortable with a lot really, so have free reign to do whatever you like. He struggles with public affection but if you like it, then he’ll let his pride slip. But oh boy, if you’re in private quarters or behind locked doors; you best know you’re not escaping his grasp. He’ll be hella affectionate to you, grinding against you and marking his scent on you.

Whether you like your relationship to be strictly romantic and slightly sexual, or mostly sexual and somewhat romantic, Leona honestly just doesn’t give a shit. He just wants to be with his bunny.

Speaking of which, your ears and tail is what he adores so much about you. His little herbivore is so freaking cute!!! He loves squishing you gently sometimes, touching your tail shaking softly and he loves touching your ears.

Please touch his as well! They’re sensitive but it’s a sign that you trust him. He loves you, dear sweetheart. He wants to be intimate with you, romantically. And he wants nothing more than to be soft and fluffy with you,, truthfully it makes him forget about his past; the future

You make him focus on the present..

.. ❤️🍓❤️

[spitdrunken]

I simply think it’d be sexy if Volo views his beloved as a god in some way- no idea how far I can go with the idea but it is a start

ANON :) you and me are having a Connection right now because the idea is sooo appealing to me too...

i had a couple of ideas on how that might come to be 👁️

notes: unhealthy relationship, bascially yandere, religious themes

I was thinking of you literally being isekai’ed from our world. You would have information impossible for any of them to know, about the nature of the world and the future that lies ahead of them. Volo wants to assume you’re a false prophet, at first. Because it’d mean he failed in his plan to replace this world with a new one, if the future stretched out so far beyond their time. He doesn’t want to think about it. 

Volo can never keep his curiosity in check though, it’s the flaw that lead him down this untrodden path in the first place. He spends hours talking to you, his wish for more information only growing with every detail. His interest is especially piqued at who you suspect to be a far descendant of his, ‘Cynthia’. Over time, he starts to see you as a fallen angel instead. Someone who had once served Arceus, now here to guide him. The messenger he had been waiting years for. A holy one. 

No matter how much Volo loathes his god and yearns for its destruction, a part of him still... Wants his prayers to be heard. Wants his suffering to be acknowledged. Any sign that he was being looked out for, when he had no one. (He’s always been alone, and he always will be.) And an answer to a single question: ‘Why?’ Now, he has you right in front of him to provide him with all the answers he’s ever needed. To satiate his curiosity, and finally put his restless mind to rest. You will become his new (and surperior) god to worship, and he’ll yearn for your approval. It’s all too desperate, way too intense.

None of this worship makes him any less selfish. In fact, it makes him much, much worse. Volo seeks to claim you completely: He does not feel anyone else is worthy of being in the presence of or, dare he say, breathe the same air as his beloved god. Whenever you go out, he’s stuck to your side like glue. (And even if you don’t see him, it’s guaranteed that he’s nearby regardless.) Every conversation with others around is a tension-ridden mess, Volo’s smile more strained than ever as he weaves together sarcasm and jabs in a web of hidden meanings. It’s stressful! But though he argues against some of your decision, he’ll relent in the end. What are a mortal’s wishes compared to a god’s...? Nonetheless, his frustrations build. It reignites his wish to erase this world. For you and him to rule as equals.

He’ll respond very badly to any criticism coming from you. Arceus never accepted him, despite his dedication, and now you aren’t satisfied with him either...? After all he’s done? Buried bitterness claws its way to the surface, and a blinding rage makes him almost certain to get violent if you don’t diffuse the situation. A few well chosen words could calm him down, however... If you let his anger run its course, it’s likely you’ll end up as an angel with clipped wings. What does it matter anymore? If you hate him regardless of his actions, of his overwhelming love for you... He may as well desecrate his beloved.

[applebutter-and-cinnamon]

Mrs. Laurence

Summary:

Laurie and Amy get married in a cute wedding with a short reception in France. In their bedroom that night, Amy learns what it means to be married to a man who loves her the way that he does.or"I love you Amy Laurence. It's only ever been you. I wish there was some way that I could go back and erase the pain that I put you through, that I know still hurts you. But, I can't. Instead I promise you this: I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you and trying to be a man that is worthy of the love from you."

Warnings: NSFW or Smut. Please only read if you are 18+

Originally Posted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38508508

Amy wasn't sure what sort of wedding she would have. She'd dreamed of it many times and tried her hardest to picture the style of the gown she would wear, the color of the flowers that decorated her hair, most importantly, what her groom would look like. The picture, unlike her many paintings, never formed completely in her mind. When she had been courting Fred she'd tried to imagine him waiting for her at the end of the aisle, but his hair always seemed to change and his shoulders always seemed just too broad. 

She hadn't believed Laurie the first time he had told her he wanted to marry her, not with his, "You know why," sentiments. It wasn't until he had returned, despite his pride, to her side when Sweet Beth had passed that she had begun to believe him. There was still part of her, sitting at the dinner reception following their short, sweet wedding that was skeptical that he truly wanted her. 

It made sense to her now why she couldn't picture her wedding. She had never thought that she would be married away from her family to Theodore Laurence. She had never let herself get carried away to that, regardless of how desperately she loved him. Aunt March had been there, escorted by Mr. Laurence, both of whom were shining with approval. Aunt March's approval stemmed from the fact that Amy had done her diligence in finding a man who was wealthy enough to support her family, though she would never admit to Laurie that he had earned that approval. Mr. Laurence had always had a softness that extended to Amy. He had yet to fully forgive Jo for hurting Laurie the way that she had, but he had enjoyed watching Amy grow into the woman she had always said that she would become. 

They had gathered back at the hotel to share a small dinner that was full of smiles and soft conversation. Laurie had never strayed too far from Amy. She was grateful for his attentiveness but marveled at it's appearance, as if she would be the one that would walk away from him.

"A toast," Mr. Laurence announced, raising his glass in the air, "to the new Mrs. Laurence! She's everything I ever could've hoped for my grandson."

Everyone toasted around them while Amy gave him a soft smile. Laurie leaned over to her and gave her a chaste kiss to her head which did nothing for the redness that she was attempting to keep at bay. She had a hard time meeting his gaze tonight, it was so filled with too much for her to decipher. 

Aunt March stood from her seat, "Congratulations, but I'm afraid it's time for me to retire for the evening." Amy rose from her seat to help her, "Go sit back down, I'm fine." Aunt March whispered to her giving her a soft pat on her arm. 

Amy turned to return to her seat to find Laurie standing, waiting for her, "Shall we retire as well? It's getting quite late."

Her stomach was alive with butterflies and she fought to keep her hands from shaking. She nodded her agreement and gave a brief goodnight to those who were gathered for them. 

Laurie extended his arm to her, leading her through the bustle of the hotel lobby to the 4th floor where his private rooms were. He opened the door without flourish. It didn't look unlike the room she had been staying in with Aunt March, aside from the very large bed in the middle of the room. It was covered in a beautiful blue comforter that did wonders against the dark wood of the bed frame. There were two large double-doors that led out to a balcony that overlooked the garden at the back of the hotel. 

Her things had already been brought from Aunt March's room and they lay next to his suitcase. It appears they hadn't been unpacked as they were planning to leave in two days to return home to her family. 

She had walked to the middle of the room and was standing there not quite sure what she should do next. Laurie was leaning back against the door, amused at his usually confident wife. 

"I think," he began, holding his smile back, "that I'll have a shower. Will you be alright by yourself for a bit?" 

Amy cleared the nerves from her throat, "Yes."

He looked at her oddly before disappearing into the washroom. She exhaled loudly as the door shut with a click, wringing her hands out as she began to pace. She knew that there were certain marital acts that normally occurred the night of the wedding but she didn't know exactly what that entailed. She could feign confidence if she knew what to expect but the uncertainty of it all caused her pale skin to flush with anxiety. She was grateful to Laurie for the time alone to compose herself. 

She turned to her bags and pulled out her white sleeping gown. She jumped a bit as the water in the shower turned on and listened for the scrape of the curtain that confirmed his entrance into it. She struggled out of her dress, looking back she'd wonder how she had managed to get out of it by herself, and slipped into the sleeping gown. She also put on a large velvet robe that she assumed, based off of the cologne smell that lingered there, was Laurie's to give herself some modesty. 

Amy sat down on the bench in front of the large vanity table. Her brushes and combs had been unpacked unlike the rest of her things. She looked at herself in the mirror to calm herself and then raised her arms to begin taking the pins out of her hair. It took a while as each strand of hair she pulled free seemed to have another pin attached to it, by the time she had pulled the last one she heard the water turn off. She quickly brushed her long, blonde hair free of any tangles and listened to Laurie shuffling around. She wondered briefly, if he was nervous as she was?

The door opened softly. She heard Laurie's voice before she saw him, "Have you seen my ro-"

He cut off quickly and she turned sheepishly to see him but any words she had thought to say escaped her when she saw him. In the absence of his robe he had pulled on the same trousers he had word during their wedding, but had neglected to wear a shirt. His curly hair was still wet and the droplets fell from the ends of it down his muscled chest. She had seen him shirtless before when they had all gone swimming at the beach but this was different. They were alone and there wasn't a societal reason for her to look away. She followed one of those droplets with her eyes down his chest towards his trousers where it disappeared into the loosely undone laces. 

Amy felt her face heat for an entirely different reason. She drug her eyes back up to his face to find it a little flushed as well as he took her in. She hadn't tied his robe and it hung open on her revealing the sleeping gown beneath. Her long blonde hair fell to the middle of her back and held some of the curl it had been forced into while in her bun. 

She started to take his robe off, "I'm sorry, you can have it-"

She began but was cut off by Laurie who's voice came out deep and low, "No, please, you're more than welcome to it whenever you'd like."

"Alright," her own voice came out as a whisper. She was unable to make it be any different as her eyes finally met his for the first time that evening. They were dark and hungry the way that they took her in. She stood from the bench turning to face him, standing still and letting him have his fill and still unsure of doing anything else. She reached up to gather all of her hair and pulled it all to one side over her right shoulder. 

Her movement seemed to break him of whatever trance he had been in and he walked to stand in front of her, lifting his hand to cup her face. He tilted her head up slightly giving him a perfect view of her face, "You're so incredibly beautiful."

She grabbed his arm and tilted her face into his hand, nuzzling into the warmth that he provided, "I'm glad you think so, Laurie."

He shook his head, "Don't call me Laurie right now."

She looked at him blankly and a brief glimmer of hurt flashed in her eyes, "Why not?" She asked him sharply.

Laurie's eyes softened from their hot gaze, "There you are," he cleared his throat again, "Laurie is what you call me when everyone else is around us. I don't want to be reminded of others when I'm with you."

Her eyebrow arched, "Well what shall I call you? I'm not calling you Teddy."

He shook his head and pulled back from her catching her hand in his own, "Amy," he said softly, "You can't possibly still think me to be infatuated with your sister?"

She avoided his eyes then and looked away from him, "She was your first love and it's hard to imagine that kind of loyalty ever vanishes."

"Darling," he tried to pull her face to look at him but she moved her head away. He stepped towards her then, one arm going around her lower waist and the other hand reaching to caress her neck, "The love I had for Jo was a childhood crush that I tried to make into something more. Believe me when I tell you that I did not know true love until I saw you again that day when you jumped from your carriage. You taught me what true, real love is and what it is like to experience it."

She met his gaze now and her heart jumped at the honesty in them.

"When you turned me down, I went to London, not to try to heal my ego as I did when Jo damaged it but to become the man I knew you deserved. If I couldn't have you, I wanted to become someone that you would be proud to associate yourself with, whether as a friend or someone that you used to know. I wanted you to be happy, regardless of myself."

"When Beth died," he paused a moment now, the grief making itself real in the tears that sprung from his eyes, "I knew that she would be furious with me if I didn't go to check on you. I never allowed myself to hope that you might have feelings for me. But then you did and I- I have never felt so bittersweet in my life. To lose what seemed a sister and to be gifted such a magnificent love."

Amy reached up to wipe the tears from his cheeks. He held them there taking the hand off of her neck and pressing a kiss to the inside of her palm. 

"I love you Amy Laurence. It's only ever been you. I wish there was some way that I could go back and erase the pain that I put you through, that I know still hurts you. But, I can't. Instead I promise you this: I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you and trying to be a man that is worthy of the love from you."

She was the one crying now and he pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. She laid her head on his shoulder for a moment, trying to regain her breathing. 

She pulled away putting her hands on his cheeks and looked at him square in his eyes, "Listen to me Theo-Theodore Laurence," her breathing was still shaking from the tears that ran down her face and his hands gripped tightly at her waist when he saw them, "You already are the man that is worthy of love, whether it be mine or your grandfather's or Jo's. I wish you could see yourself the way i do. I love you. I love you so much it feels like my heart could sink from the weight of it. I know I may not be so eloquent as Jo, as good as Beth, or as sensitive as Meg but I promise that I will love you every day, regardless of my frustration for you."

He laughed at that and bent to put his forehead against hers, sharing her air. She reached up and pushed her lips against his in the third kiss of her life. He kissed her back sweetly and entangled his hands in her hair. 

Amy slid her hands from his face down to his bare chest and let them rest there, feeling the beat of his heart directly beneath her fingertips. She pulled away from him, ignoring his affronted look, "You still haven't told me what to call you."

He shook his head at her laughing softly and looked away, feigning intense concentration, "Laurie for when we are in public, Mr. Laurence for when you are frustrated, and well," He grew quiet and a blush took over his cheeks.

"Yes?" She prompted.

He forced his eyes back to hers, "Well, I liked it when you called me Theo, no one has ever called me that. Even my grandfather calls me Theodore."

She smirked at him, "Theo? Not, My Lord or something fitting for your station?"

His eyes darkened at her words and before she had time to understand what that meant his lips were back on hers. He swept his tongue over her mouth and pinched at her bum softly causing her lips to open in a gasp. He took the opportunity and swept into her mouth, exploring the entirety of it. 

Amy felt like she was on fire and she felt the burning spread to her lower belly. She grabbed on to his trousers, needing something to keep her on the ground. His arm around her waist was the only thing keeping her from falling over.

He pulled away from her, gasping, "Please feel free to call me Theo or My Lord as is strikes your fancy."

She nodded, still slightly dazed from the kiss. 

Laurie's face lightened into a mischievous smile and before she had time to question him, Laurie had lifted her up into his arms. She quickly wrapped her legs around him to keep from falling. She was at eye-level in this position with him and he leaned in as if to kiss her but went down into the crook of her neck. He placed soft kisses trailing from her jaw to the joining of her neck and shoulder. She tilted her head to give him better access and gasped as his mouth opened, sucking at the sensitive skin there. 

Her hands worked independently of her and slid their way into his soft, curls pushing him to stay there. He was a man starved, licking and sucking at the skin until her heart felt it might burst and she squirmed in his arms. He let up for a second and she thought he might stop, but he bent back down and bit her in the same spot. She let out a quiet moan and tightened her hands in his hair.

He let out a loud groan at the feeling and pulled away from her neck, looking in her eyes. The burning in her lower belly increased at the dark hunger that was running rampant in his eyes. He was completely unashamed with how he looked at her. Amy felt some of her confidence return as she realized that she was the reason he looked like that. She kept her eyes on him and pulled his hair tight again, experimenting. His eyes fell shut and she was rewarded with the same masculine, dark groan from him. She giggled, pleased with herself. 

His eyes snapped back open at the sound and he tightened his grip on her legs. He put his mouth on hers, kissing away her smile and began moving them around the room. She was confused until she felt the soft cushion of the bed. He laid her down with heartbreaking gentleness, bending his body down with hers. His lips pressed kisses all over her face, down her neck and to the neckline of her sleeping gown. He straightened, pulling her into a sitting position and pushed the robe down off of her shoulders. She shifted letting him pull it away from her completely and watched as he tossed it across the room. 

Amy couldn't shake the realization of how exposed she was to him without the robe to cover her, without a corset or any layers, the gown clung to all of the parts of her body that only she had seen. She looked up at Laurie, he still had the same hungry look in his eyes but they didn't roam her body, instead they stared directly into her own. They studied her face for a moment before he knelt between her legs and rested his arms on either side of her body. In her sitting position and his kneeling one they were once again at eye level. 

"Has anyone ever explained what happens on the wedding night?" He asked her, gently. 

Amy swallowed hard, "Sort of, I know there are certain marital activities and that I'm supposed to enjoy them, but Meg never explained further than that."

He gave her a broad smile and caressed her arm gently, "Yes, Meg's right, they should be very enjoyable. Will you trust me to lead you through them?"

Amy was certain after what they had just been doing that she would trust him to do anything he wanted, but she answered him anyway, "Yes, I trust you My Lord."

His other hand tightened in the sheets at her words and his eyes went back to that very, dark color that seemed to be coming and going, "Amy, it's very important that you tell me if you're enjoying yourself. If at any point you start to feel uncomfortable or in pain, I need you to tell me." Amy was sure she had never seen him this serious before.

She nodded.

He surged forward and captured her lips again. Exploring her mouth and nibbling on her lips. She wasn't sure that she would ever be able to stop herself from kissing him, she'd happily give up all other responsibilities in order to spend every day like this, with his lips against hers, feeding the fire that was growing inside of her. 

He crawled over top of her and she let him push her back into the mattress. She wrapped her hands around him and let her hands explore the grooves of his chest. His forearms were braced on either side of her, she let one of her hands linger over to it and squeezed it slightly. He rumbled a laugh at that but she found that she didn't particularly care and let herself indulge in the firm muscle she felt there. 

He pulled away from her mouth and she huffed at the loss of him. He smiled, shaking his head at her complaint, "Can I take this off of you?" He asked her. 

"Yes," her voice was airy and lower than she had ever heard it before. 

His eyes left her and he grabbed the hem of the gown pushing it up her thighs. She shivered at the feeling of his hands sliding up her skin into an untouched area of her body. Laurie noticed the shiver and seemed to her, to make sure his hands stuck to the skin that was becoming more visible, sliding up her hips to her ribs to the sides of her breasts. She raised her arms and allowed him to pull the fabric over her head, completely bare to him. 

Laurie moaned at the sight of her. She felt like she should cover herself up but she didn't want to stop the way that Laurie was looking at her. His eyes touched her more intimately than his hands had as they traveled over the entire course of her body. He seemed content to stay there for the rest of the night but she was frustrated with his lack of movement. She slid both hands into his hair gripping it tightly and pushed his lips into hers, moaning as they made contact with each other. 

Laurie growled into her mouth and his hands seemed to be everywhere all at once. One of them reached to massage her breast and pulled slightly on her nipple. She arched into him and gasped into his mouth. He stopped kissing her and through himself down to her breast. He kept massaging the one in his hand and leaned his head over the other. He waited until she made eye contact with him and then put his mouth around her breast, sucking harshly at it. 

She squirmed against him, needing more and less at the same time. Her nails were digging into the skin of his bicep but he didn't seem to be upset by it. He gently bit the nipple that was in his mouth and she moaned loudly, her waist jumping and trying to find his own. He pulled off of her breast and began placing gentle kissed down her stomach. He was still kneeling on the floor and pulled his hands away from her to spread her legs wider. 

His kisses trailed down her right leg into the soft, inside where the sensitive skin was. He sucked at the skin there, leaving behind a red mark. Amy sat straight up when she felt his breath directly between her legs. He was already looking at her, almost expecting her reaction, "Trust me." He cooed and continued his assault on the inside of her thighs. 

She laid back down and forced a deep inhale. She missed the feeling of him on top of her and the warmth of his skin now that she was able to feel the chill of the room. She stared at the ceiling, too nervous to look down to see what he was doing between her legs. 

She squirmed when she felt his breath again, but he reached with one hand and grabbed onto hers. Her hand gripped his tightly as he pressed an open kiss right in the middle of her thighs. All of her the air in her lungs whooshed out. Laurie used his other arm to pin her hips to the bed and began to lick and suck, making loud slurping noises fill the air. Amy felt like she was going to explode, completely oblivious to the sighs and moans she was releasing into the air. 

It felt good, better than anything she had experienced before. She tried to buck her hips to get his mouth back to where she wanted it but his arm held her in position. Laurie seemed content to take his time and was very much ignoring the squirms of his new wife, "Laurie, please." She ground out. 

He stopped completely and sat back to look at her, "I thought we agreed that wasn't what you were to call me."

Amy was breathing heavily and felt like sobbing at the lack of attention she was getting. She needed his mouth back, "I'm sorry, My Lord. Please, please, please put your mouth back, please." Amy knew the way she was begging wasn't the ladylike person she had shaped herself into, but she couldn't find it in herself to care. 

Laurie had completely frozen at her words and looked torn about something, but she squirmed and he pulled himself out of it, "Good girl, Amy, that's my good girl." 

She lost it as his words and gave a high-pitched, breathy moan. He sucked harshly and licked with a new fervor, never coming up for air, "Oh God, Theo, I'm-" She never got to finish as all of her nerves were bathed in white-hot fire. She felt her body shake and her eyes rolled back into her head, her heart beat heavily in her chest. She felt like a million ocean waves had just crested over her. She clenched around air and felt an emptiness inside her.

She felt herself settle back into her body and felt him licking gently still. She pushed him away gently and he sat back on his heels, wiping his face on his arm. His eyes were half-lidded and he moved to stand, "Would you lay in the middle of the bed, Sweetheart?" His voice was husky and the words came out in almost a growl, but she did as he asked. Her legs barely able to sustain the weight of her body. 

She settled in and watched as he undid the rest of his laces and pushed the trousers off of his waist. She heard them fall into a heap on the floor but couldn't get herself to look away from him. She followed the v of his body to where he stood hard and erect. He crawled to her on the bed and she almost exploded at the sight of him. He settled himself in between her legs and paused for a second, clearing his throat, "This might hurt so I need you to be clear with me about what you're feeling."

He looked nervous, which considering everything he just made her feel she couldn't even begin to fathom. She pushed herself into a sitting position and pulled him into a gentle kiss, tasting herself on his tongue. She pulled away and laid herself down on the bed, "I trust you."

He took a breath and braced himself on one arm above her. She raised her legs to be on either side of his body and wrapped them around him. He used one hand to guide himself and pushed gently inside of her. She tensed for a minute and he paused his movement. She was expecting it to hurt, but it only seemed to make the fire inside of her burn hotter. She used her legs to push him deeper inside of her. He groaned as he slide in and in and in. 

It didn't hurt, but she still asked him to pause for a minute while she adjusted to the stretch of him. He placed gentle kisses along her neck while he waited and she slid her fingers through his curls. When the flame inside of her felt hot again she asked him to move. 

He pulled out slightly and pushed back in, creating a slow rhythm that she followed with a gentle rocking of her hips. She had never felt so full and warm. He was everywhere and his scent enveloped her. She wanted nothing more than to remain in his arms, in his bed. Their bed. She loved it but she felt her body ache for more, "More, please."

He raised his head from where it had been in her neck and chuckled darkly, "Always so polite for me, Mrs. Laurence. Are you sure?" He asked her, honesty shining through.

Her heart fluttered with love for him, "I'm sure, My Lord."

She loved his reaction to this particular name and it seemed he did to as she felt him twitch inside of her. Instead of tensing like he normally did, he braced his legs against the bed and started entering her faster and harder than before. She moaned as he went deeper inside her than before, scratching at his back through the pleasure of it. He was groaning into her neck which left his exposed to her and she reached up to give him a taste of his own medicine, biting at the sensitive flesh of his neck. 

"Oh, fuck Amy," He growled and slammed his hips against hers so hard that the headboard of the bed started slamming against the wall. 

She couldn't keep going much longer, she felt that familiar fire burn in her. "Theo, please," She moaned. 

He seemed to figure out what was going on and slipped his hand between them to that place between her legs. He rubbed small, fast circles against her and she broke. She arched her chest into him and exploded with his name screaming from her lips. He sped up and tensed, twitching inside of her. He followed behind her, groaning his pleasure into her neck as he slumped over on her. 

They were both breathing heavily and Amy was sure she couldn't take any more. Laurie pulled out of her and she whimpered at the empty feeling he left behind. He laid down on the bed next to her and pulled her limp body into his arms. She laid her head on his chest and threw a leg over his wanting that close connection that they had to last. She could hear his heart racing in her ear and he was looking down at her with eyes filled with awe.

"So that's marital activities." She said.

Laurie erupted in laughter and she giggled as her head bounced lightly against his shaking chest.

"Yes, those are marital activities." He confirmed giving her a sweet kiss. 

She turned in his arms so that she was laying on her stomach to get a better look at his face. She reached and pushed back a curl that had fallen into his face and looked at him for a long minute. 

Laurie could practically hear her thoughts spinning in her head, "What is it?"

She bit her lip and Laurie had to hold himself back from sucking that lip into his mouth. She looked away from him and her cheeks flushed, causing his entire focus to be on whatever she was about to say, "It's just," she trailed off for a second, "how long do we have to wait to do it again?"

Amy watched her husband's expression change back into that dark look she was beginning to grow quite fond of and a small smirk grew on his face, "What am I going to do with you, Mrs. Laurence?"

Amy could think of a few things. 

[felikatze]

namine is so. she is so. she is SUCH a tragic character and i love her so much

she wants, fundamentally, to be loved. by someone, anyone. She wants so badly what sora and riku and kairi have.

But she's consistently put in a position to do evil. She is constantly forced to hurt others, to manipulate their emotions and memories. She's complicit in erasing Roxas' existence, in putting Sora in a coma, and she hates this, so much, and she hates herself, so much, for doing this, when it either meant hurting others or her own oblivion.

And she tries, to be good. She tries to give Roxas a choice. She tries to make it painless. (It doesn't work.)

She still wants to be loved, though, but the hurt she has caused means she denies herself of being worthy of love.

Recoded's data namine strongly implies that namine is suicidal because of this. Data sora reaches out to her, from one data being to another, one created to deliver a message, and the other created to receive it, as a friend. And yet, despite the two being equallly fictional, she places herself below him. She says that she will be erased now that her purpose has been fulfilled, and this is fine. And yet, she does not indicate data sora should meet the same fate, though he has fulfilled his purpose too.

In all likelihood, the real namine thought the same. After she broke sora, her purpose was putting him back together again. And once she did, she could fade away, back to kairi, and maybe the hurt would stop. the hurt she causes others, and her own.

but, she was loved. ardently. she was loved to the point of resurrection.

repliku did love her, geniuenly. sure, the origin of his feelings were fake, but did that matter? did that matter to how he felt in the moment? to him, evidently, it did not. he loved her regardless, but she sees it as her own manipulation. she sees his feelings as faked, by her, and thus cannot accept them in good conscience. but he loved her regardless.

fuckin. namine dude.