#besides i used to post more often in the beginning. I'm just posting once a day now because I'm busy with school

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hei this is a-word-a-day-for-writers I just changed my url. what do y'all think?

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Odysseus was afraid the entire year on Aeaea in the Odyssey.

Content warnings: Rape, Sexual Coercion, Sexual assault, Sex Work, power dynamics, this will also be long as fuck as I talk too much. This is NOT a "Circe the Goddess Hate Post". I call her out but that's it. I tried to keep this neutral but still making a point (Let me know if I gotta put more)

Lots of lovely folks on here have written great essays on what Calypso did to Odysseus as it's soooo blatantly obvious there. It literally states how he cried every day and how he flinched from Calypso, very straightforward on how he was explicitly raped.

But I've noticed that a lot of people are always iffy about Circe's situation (understandably so, it's not so in your face.) She's usually always mentioned in the "Odysseus never cheated! He was raped!" posts but then the evidence is only ever given against Calypso, and then mentioning how you can't say no or disobey the orders of an immortal and how it was in exchange for freeing his men.

WHICH IS ALL CORRECT!!! But!!!

There ARE immortal/mortal couples who genuinely love each other. Dionysus and Ariadne, and Eros and Psyche are examples. Apollo and Hyacinthus. Psyche indeed becomes immortal eventually and in some versions, both Hyacinthus and Ariadne do too. But even while mortal themselves, their immortal lovers still remained respectful and loving towards them and definitely doted on them. There are definitely power dynamics at play here but there's some nuance.

Odysseus and Circe's relationship, however, is very different. We all know he slept with her at the very least once. And that was in exchange for his men being returned to humans. That was the only time it was explicitly stated. With Calypso, it tells you every night he was enchanted and slept beside her. It was the narrator speaking but Odysseus is the narrator now and it's his story. If you think he lied, this probably won't change your mind anyway.

But even if it was a one-time thing, (which isn't the only interpretation and I will have points that talk about others) then why did he stay a year? What was he doing?

I'm doing a deep dive into the year he spent on Aeaea based on evidence in Book 10 and then the beginning of Book 12. Step by step, and honestly I'm writing this for Tumblr, not as a thesis so I will be a bit more casual but still using sources. To me, it's very obvious that he was uncomfortable throughout the text simply based on the language that is used. But it's very subtle and not an outright statement of "He's been crying every day."

BTW, just so we're clear, this is not a "Circe is the root of all evil, etc." type of post.

This isn't meant to villainize her. She's an immortal being and in mythology that changes things. Everybody is morally gray. I genuinely think if we were to ask her feelings on it, she'd probably be like "Oh, yeah! Turned his men into pigs! Strange little man he was." I don't think she gave a flying fuck.

I just simply get pissed tf off when people think Odysseus was fine. It honestly disturbs me how often I'll go on other websites YouTube and see everyone call him a whore and a womanizer. It's sexism at its finest because 1.) "MaN AlwAyS wAnTs sEx" and 2.) women can't rape/coerce. THIS IS SIMPLY TO LOOK INTO HIS FEELINGS ABOUT IT.

This is also only for Homer's Odyssey, using different translations. If you want to discuss this, (I'd be happy to! Just be nice!) DON'T BRING UP ANY OTHER WORKS.

With all that out of the way, come yell with me 🤗

I've read multiple translations, as I know there's going to be bias depending on who's translating. And having done so, each one has basically the same situations described the same so that's nice for consistency. Also, there are some parts in the story that are vague and that we'll never have answers to.

Odysseus first simply sees the smoke from her chimney and then sends his men in, after drawing lots Eurylochus leads half of the men to check out the house. I mentioned here vaguely how the 2 immortals he sleeps with are both introduced while singing and weaving, which could be seen as an enchantment (which to me is most likely. They both possess magic and are goddesses). So I'm just gonna move past that. Just take a peek and come back or just know that enchantment was likely.

Next, I'll see people often joke on Tumblr about how

"Odysseus says that Polites is his best friend yet only mentions him once!"

I think Odysseus mentions his best friend, the one to jubilantly go in first, to show WHY he would go through with this. How much these comrades mean to him. That's his best friend, and there are approximately 20 others who are now pigs as well. Could you knowingly leave one of your best friends to live a life like that knowing you could've done something?

[...]Circe—and deep inside they heard her singing, lifting her spellbinding voice as she glided back and forth at her great immortal loom, her enchanting web a shimmering glory only goddesses can weave. Polites, captain of armies, took command, the closest, most devoted man I had: ‘Friends, there’s someone inside, plying a great loom, and how she sings—enthralling! The whole house is echoing to her song. Goddess or woman—let’s call out to her now!’ So he urged and the men called out and hailed her. She opened her gleaming doors at once and stepped forth, inviting them all in, and in they went, all innocence.

(Fagles, Book 10)

In the Odyssey, it's never mentioned why she turns people into animals. I think they were turned into pigs because, throughout the Iliad and Odyssey, Odysseus is often associated with boars. His men are associated with him, therefore: 🐖 Piggy. From what we know, the lads were just eating her food. With how much Xenia and hospitality are a large part of the story, they probably thought they were safe. They were GUESTS. This is especially welcome after the Cyclops and the Laestrygonians. And it literally says "All innocence". They were simply naive.

Then Eurylochus runs back, so terrified that he couldn't speak at first. He then begs Odysseus to just leave the men behind. Odysseus has shown that he does TRY to save his men when it is truly not reckless to do so.

But I shot back, ‘Eurylochus, stay right here, eating, drinking, safe by the black ship. I must be off. Necessity drives me on.’

(Fagles, Book 10)

Then the famous warning from Hermes. I've seen folks bring this up when talking about this. YES, he is literally commanded by Hermes to not refuse her if he wants his men back in basically every translation. It sounds like Circe was warned as well. When? We don't know, but it sounds like Hermes didn't pick "sides" here.

Strange that he was still like, "Sleep with each other" to both, because he could've been like, "Circe, there's this guy named Odysseus. When he comes to this island, change his men back." But who knows, maybe it was Circe's idea from the beginning and Hermes went along with it. Just food for thought.

Now here’s your plan of action, step by step. The moment Circe strikes with her long thin wand, you draw your sharp sword sheathed at your hip and rush her fast as if to run her through! She’ll cower in fear and coax you to her bed— but don’t refuse the goddess’ bed, not then, not if she’s to release your friends and treat you well yourself. But have her swear the binding oath of the blessed gods she’ll never plot some new intrigue to harm you, once you lie there naked— never unman you, strip away your courage!’

(Fagles, Book 10)

But that doesn't explain why he was there for a year afterward! Nor if he himself was okay with it, which is what I'm trying to delve into as he wasn't.

Also the knife thing? She's still immortal. It was meant to startle her. Her dad is Helios. Odysseus would've been toast, literally.

Also note this exchange wasn't a "Yippee! Hermes says I'm going to get laid!".

...just approaching the halls of Circe, my heart a heaving storm at every step, paused at her doors, the nymph with lovely braids— I stood and shouted to her there. She heard my voice, she opened the gleaming doors at once and stepped forth, inviting me in, and in I went, all anguish now …

(Fagles, Book 10)

Another translation by Ian Johnston, (they all say the same thing essentially but trying to make a point.)

I continued on to Circe’s home. As I moved on, my heart was turning over many gloomy thoughts. After I had walked up to the gateway                                                of fair-haired Circe’s house, I just stood there and gave a shout. The goddess heard my voice.                      She came out at once, opened her bright doors, and invited me inside. I entered, heart full of misgivings.

HE👏WAS👏SCARED! The tone is solemn and suspenseful. He was just told that without Hermes' help with the root, he wouldn't be able to survive and bring back his men. Circe was dangerous.

He made her swear not to harm him.

Straightaway she began to swear the oath that I required—never, she’d never do me harm—and when she’d finished, then, at last, I mounted Circe’s gorgeous bed …

(Fagles, Book 10)

Please note that she NEVER promised that to his men. His comrades did NOT have moli in their systems. He had no way of truly ensuring their safety in any way from Circe.

He then refuses to eat or speak, literally "lost in grim forebodings". If he "just got laid", then why isn't he happy? Not many men can say that a goddess CHOSE to have sex with them. He did it to get his men turned back. It was an exchange. I don't think Circe is "Evil" so maybe it slipped her mind. Or yes, she could've thought, "Hey, I got what I wanted. He's handsome enough. Homer never shuts up about how hot this guy is He hasn't brought up the pigs yet. I'll just let this play out. Maybe HE forgot. I don't have to do anything." We don't know. But Odysseus probably felt like he got deceived.

"Hey, I did my part of the deal. I slept with you. Now do yours."

She pressed me to eat. I had no taste for food. I just sat there, mind wandering, far away … lost in grim forebodings. As soon as Circe saw me, huddled, not touching my food, immersed in sorrow, she sidled near with a coaxing, winged word: ‘Odysseus, why just sit there, struck dumb, eating your heart out, not touching food or drink? Suspect me of still more treachery? Nothing to fear. Haven’t I just sworn my solemn, binding oath?’

So she asked, but I protested, ‘Circe— how could any man in his right mind endure the taste of food and drink before he’d freed his comrades-in-arms and looked them in the eyes? If you, you really want me to eat and drink, set them free, all my beloved comrades— let me feast my eyes.’ So I demanded.

(Fagles, Book 10)

He doesn't trust her despite what she had told him that he should when they sleep together. He has figured out that while she will not hurt him, his men were not a part of that oath, the men he was trying to protect in the first place.

She is then moved by how they rejoice when they see one another again. While turning people into animals for funsies isn't cool and coercion is fucked up, I think she comes to see this group as not quite friends but I think she did find them entertaining in a way.

This is very strange but I've seen some folks say that since Odysseus was pissed at Eurylochus for still not believing him about Circe is proof that "Oh he was trying to defend her!". Which??? Uh, Eurylochus was literally questioning his leadership as a whole. Calling him reckless and shit. He is captain and he's the King, he can't let that shit slide. The text literally says "Mutinous". Also if I had to sleep with someone I did not want to especially if it was to save my friends and I got called names afterward I'd get fucking pissed too.

Only Eurylochus tried to hold my shipmates back, his mutinous outburst aimed at one and all: ‘Poor fools, where are we running now? Why are we tempting fate?— why stumble blindly down to Circe’s halls? She’ll turn us all into pigs or wolves or lions made to guard that palace of hers—by force, I tell you— just as the Cyclops trapped our comrades in his lair with hotheaded Odysseus right beside them all— thanks to this man’s rashness they died too!

They stay a year. Again it's never stated that Odysseus slept with her that whole time. You could interpret that. (Honestly, I feel Circe would get bored with him? She's a goddess, she's got more important matters than mortal men. And she definitely doesn't love him.)

His men DO have to bring it up that "Odysseus has forgotten his native land." Maybe they thought they could sneak out without her knowing??? I am fucking REACHING but hold on as Telemachus did because he knew Nestor would well, be Nestor and try to coax him with "Have a meal with us! Let me tell you about how badass I used to be in my youth." But to sneak away from a goddess? Without her permission? That won't end too well. Aeolus in the beginning kicked out Odysseus when he tried to ask for another bag of wind. If she didn't want him around, she could literally boot him out. While she didn't force him to stay like Calypso did, she didn't "release" him either.

We don't know if they've been asking for a long time. Odysseus does say to Circe that they have been begging him nonstop, but he could also be saying that to try and convince her. He's good at persuasion. I think while he knew he could rely on her for food, shelter, and good advice, he still didn't feel...SAFE with her. I think he was possibly avoiding her personally.

I think HOW he asks her to leave is important to know as well.

...but I went up to that luxurious bed of Circe’s, hugged her by the knees and the goddess heard my winging supplication: ‘Circe, now make good a promise you gave me once— it’s time to help me home. My heart longs to be home, my comrades’ hearts as well. They wear me down, pleading with me whenever you’re away.’

(Fagles, Book 10)

Throughout all of Homer's works, the characters grasp another's knees when they are desperate and are literally at the other person's mercy. Priam did when begging Achilles for Hector's body back. The man who literally killed his son and was defiling his body by dragging it around. Leodes grabs Odysseus' knees to beg for his life before Ody kills him. If he saw her as a friend, and not a captor, WHY DID HE FEEL THE NEED TO BEG IN ORDER TO LEAVE?! No one, who is in a healthy relationship, has to BEG for permission to leave. Or to "Break up", if you interpret them as still sleeping together.

And even Circe acknowledges that he is there against his will!

‘Royal son of Laertes, Odysseus, old campaigner, stay on no more in my house against your will.

(Fagles, Book 10)

[...]Odysseus, man of many resources, scion of Zeus, son of Laertes, don’t stay here a moment longer against your will

(A.S. Kline, Book 10)

This is probably another reach that you can ignore but the whole "they wear me down", could be trying to appease her. "Look, you're REALLY cool, it's actually my crew that wants to leave hahahah please don't kill them"

I mentioned before how Telemachus snuck away from Nestor but that was simply out of necessity because he needed to go home now. Not rest for the night. NOW. Nestor is just everyone's grandpa. Menelaus kind of talked more but Telemachus is very straight up in "Please I have to go now" and Menelaus immediately got things ready for him. He never has to beg and clasp his knees. Telemachus was never afraid. Menelaus is a fun uncle and Helen is your cool auntie.

Back to Circe! She tells him instructions for the underworld, they were in her bedroom. But that might've been the only way to speak with her. As even Penelope is usually away from the suitors when they are in her halls, Circe may have done the same. The text never states she played hostess physically. If she was hosting in the halls during the day, why did Odysseus wait until night to talk to her? He could've just asked her while she was on her throne in front of everyone. (He did so with the Phaeacians)

Or maybe he went alone because she only swore an oath to not harm him and so he didn't want his men near if she decided she didn't want to let them go. I could be missing something here so feel free to say something. Idk if this was a pride thing on how "I don't want others to see me beg".

She has info he needs in order to go home as well. She tells him to go to the Underworld.

She gave him new fine clothes and put on pretty clothes herself but that doesn't mean they had sex. Nausicaa gave him nice clothes as well but he never slept with her.

Then he leaves. Immediately. Not even doing a headcount as he didn't realize one of his men had died. (That was negligence on his part but he wanted out) He booked it, to the UNDERWORLD BY THE WAY. Circe even had to sneak the animals he needed for the sacrifice. Odysseus even basically said "She's a goddess. She can do things mortals can't" at the end of the book. And it almost feels...Numb? Solemn? Neutral? Gives a "It is what it is" vibe.

But Circe got to the dark hull before us, tethered a ram and black ewe close by— slipping past unseen. Who can glimpse a god who wants to be invisible gliding here and there?

(Fagles, Book 10)

She’d slipped past us with ease, for who can see a god move back and forth, if she has no desire to be observed?

(Johnston, Book 10)

She's a goddess. She has magic. She can do whatever the fuck she wants.

NOW ON TO BOOK 12!!! That was long! GET A SNACK AND WATER! LUCKILY THIS'LL BE SHORTER!

In Book 11, Odysseus swears, upon all his loved ones in Ithaca, to Elpenor that he'd give him a proper burial as he's been "unwept, unburied". So in Book 12, he sails back to Aeaea to fulfill his promise.

But you know what's funny to me?

He didn't tell Circe he was there.

He didn't even go to greet Circe himself. He sent his men to go get Elpenor's body.

The biggest clue that he didn't love/trust her is that if she was his "Affair partner" then why not go see her for "one last night together"?

SHE came out herself and pulled him aside to know what happened and then gave more advice.

I dispatched some men to Circe’s halls to bring the dead Elpenor’s body. [...]

Nor did our coming back from Death escape Circe— she hurried toward us, decked in rich regalia, handmaids following close with trays of bread and meats galore and glinting ruddy wine. [...]

But Circe, taking me by the hand, drew me away from all my shipmates there and sat me down and lying beside me probed me for details

(Fagles, Book 12)

In every translation, it talks about how he sits, and she lounges/lies down. That's not sex 🙃 In some translations, it even says he tried to be with his shipmates but she pulled him away!

So we lay down and slept beside our ship’s stern cables. But Circe took me by the hand and led me away, some distance from the crew. She made me sit, while she stretched out beside me on the ground. 

(Johnston, Book 12)

Then, she gives advice about the sirens, Charybdis, Scylla, and her father's Cattle. He tries to ask if he could save all his men. She scolds him for even thinking he could try. He again books it out of there.

I think we all know it wasn't "love". But I think a lot of people think Odysseus was willing and happy with whatever this was. "Friends with Benefits", if you will. I guess you could see it that way but I will say that makes me feel itchy with the whole power dynamic and fear. I don't think folks who have that arrangement have to beg on their knees to ask if they can leave though.

I mean the entirety of Book 10 gives me the vibes of "Laughing uncomfortably because you don't want to upset the other person". To just grin and bear it.

A lot of this was just putting the text here and picking it apart step by step. What you do with this is up to you. It's rambling while banging pots and pans together.

Maybe you see him as drugged the entire year and still sleeping together, as the moli "wore off". Even then, just because her magic can't affect him, there are plenty of natural concoctions that can be created that can affect mortals.

Maybe you see the entire year as sex work in exchange for shelter and food.

Maybe he was just alongside his men the whole time under her roof and was avoiding her after the exchange. After he got asked by his men to finally leave, he would start to walk up to that room only to freeze and turn around, thinking "One more day won't hurt. Should wait until I know she's in a sympathetic mood".

I beg of you, however, PLEASE understand that there was fear and coercion throughout his entirety on Aeaea. He wasn't staying to get laid. While there is so much going on and too many things that are left vague to really know exactly what happened, it is consistent that he was scared/numb. Lots of people go through with things they don't really want to do just to appease others. There are plenty of situations of sexual trauma where one person goes through something and the other has no idea the other person isn't okay. ESPECIALLY WHEN SOMEONE CAN HARM THE PEOPLE YOU CARE ABOUT AT ANY MOMENT!

Sexual trauma is a very complicated thing and while he was scared, he definitely wasn't as traumatized by her as he was by Calypso. Calypso was a torturous hell while Circe was a year of walking on eggshells, as he did still receive help from her and she even apparently taught him a special knot. Not comparable but I still think Circe should be acknowledged. As even Odysseus acknowledges Circe when talking about how Calypso held him captive, as @leynaeithnea and @akaittou have reminded me. Leynaeithnea's addition:

A. S Kline translation of the Odyssey, book 9 Calypso, the lovely goddess, kept me there in her echoing caves, because she wished me for her husband, and in the same way Circe, the Aeaean witch, detained me in her palace, longing to make me hers: but they failed to move my heart. she held him back from leaving - one way or another - he did not want to, she LITERALLY compares Circe with Calypso, - yes he uses a stronger word for Calypso (here "kept" vs "detained") than for Circe, but it is still not willingly that he stayed.

He would not have brought up Circe alongside Calypso if her affections had "wanted". It's wild because I read the Odyssey and kept thinking "Y'all are calling the sex slave a cheater? The guy who slept with a goddess to get his men back? The ultimate simp apparently doesn't love his wife??"

Things I'm adding that shouldn't affect the argument as it is not in the Odyssey but I want to mention as it's a "fun fact": Odysseus' dad was an Argonaut. Laertes probably met Circe as well, (or knew of her) with the whole purifying thing and maybe Odysseus heard his dad tell stories of her. Later myths also have Circe with the habit of turning her crushes (or their lovers) into something with Scylla and Picus.

In conclusion, Yeah, he was afraid of her. At least to an extent. And don't pull the whole "Ancient men didn't get raped". Male victims exist and deserve compassion for what was done to them and women are capable of sexual abuse. If you think otherwise, you are not a true feminist and Fuck you. I said in the beginning this'll be casual and I don't wanna write a fancy ending. You can still think Circe is neat but you have to know that this was fucked up.

If you think a lot of this is bullshit or wanna give more context or wish to yell with me but still know he wasn't alright on Aeaea, cool. If you want to point out mistakes or something I should keep in mind with interpretations then feel free to say so but give text evidence. If you try and bring up the Telegony and/or Madeline Miller's Circe, fuck clean off. This is Homer. If you call Odysseus a whore and not the malewife he canonically is I'll start biting. 😤

[annestie]

Whoops.

Summary: Tuk notices some 'bruises' on her big brother. She worries and brings it up while everyone is around. Cue the freak out.

Pairing: Ao'nung x Neteyam

Word Count: 5,708

Notes: I've finally finished Whoops.! I started this fic just over a year ago and I'm so happy for it to be finished. In celebration, I figured I would post it here to. Whoops. is 3 chapters long so I marked where each chapter begins.

Chapter 1

It’s a fairly peaceful afternoon for all of the Sullies. Their morning lessons had gone fine and without too much trouble, so now they were all relaxing in their marui while waiting for Neytiri to finish lunch. After lunch they would all be going their separate ways.

Neteyam had been promised to be taught how to hunt the Metkayina way by Ao’nung. It is quite different from how he uses his bow to fish. Ao’nung is meant to come by after lunch to pick him up.

Lo’ak had been tasked with helping some of elders in the village as a bit of a punishment for an earlier stunt. He had been caught going past the reef to see Payakan alone when he was explicitly told that he always needed to have someone with him.

Tsireya, Rotxo, and Kiri planned on exploring the ocean more and grabbing a few things for the Tsahìk while out.

Neytiri and Tuk were going to spend the rest of the day together. A mother-daughter day as Jake had once called it.

Meanwhile, Jake is going back to training to tame a tsurak. It had been a point of annoyance to him even after he was told that it sometimes took many days to even get on one, even longer to master riding it.

But for now, they’re all just relaxing before they have to return to their duties and promises.

Neytiri is carefully slicing some fruit for lunch while quietly chatting with Jake about how their days had gone so far and how they would be spending the rest of it. Meanwhile, Jake took to sharpening his blades. The knives they had were not made for fish and dulled easily which meant that they needed to be sharpened more often.

Lo’ak had agreed to repair a net for Tsireya. The Metkayina girl had promised to help out some of the elders around the village and she hadn’t time to do to fix it. Lo’ak, being the lovesick fool he is, happily agreed to repair it, knowing that he had the weaving skills of a child. Surprisingly though, the net didn’t look half bad.

Neteyam carefully weaves knots and shells into the new piece he’s crafting, a necklace. Specifically, one for Tuk as she had gotten quite a few shells from the beach and had nothing to do with them.

Tuk sits happily beside him sorting through her shells and picking the ones she wanted in her necklace. She sits mostly in silence as she concentrates all her energy on finding the ‘perfect’ shells. For a girl with as much energy as she has, it’s fascinating to see her so quiet and still. Neteyam smiles to himself at the sight of Tuk as he continues his work.

Next to Tuk sits Kiri, who offers her little sister some of her own collection of shells and beads. Kiri’s also weaving a piece. She needs a new armband as her old had begun feeling too tight. Her old armband is restricting her movements which isn’t particularly helpful when trying to flow with the water.

���Teyam?” Tuk’s voice stood out against the otherwise nearly silent marui. Neteyam immediately looks up from the necklace he’s weaving and to his little sister. “Are you hurt?” This attracts the attention of the other members of their family.

Neteyam doesn’t have the best history of asking for help. He would quite often downplay whatever injuries he had which made a hard-learned lesson when he collapsed in the middle of the forest because he refused help. But in this case, Neteyam wasn’t hurt, so he looks confused at his little sister.

“No? Why do you think that?” Neteyam asks her confused.

“You have bruises under your necklace.” Tuk said in a small voice, concerned for her big brother. “And it looks like someone bit you on your shoulder.” She points to Neteyam’s right shoulder which he had been trying his best to hide with his braids.

“What?” Neytiri is the first to speak. She gets up and walks over to the other side of the marui. She crouches in front of her son. Neteyam slowly backs away from his mother as she corners him against the wall.

She carefully brushes away his braids from Neteyam’s shoulder and just as Tuk said, there is a clear bite mark. Neytiri backs away from her son as she gasps. Jake has already made his way next to his mate and looks at his son worried. “Is someone hurting you?”

Neteyam looks away from his parents and covers his necklace and neck with his hands. He mumbles out a small no.

Jake turns his attention to his youngest daughter. “Tuk go outside for now.”

Tuk reluctantly leaves her big brother and sits outside their marui, waiting for them to finish their talk.

“Neteyam, who hurt you?” Neytiri asks gently, with a rage hidden behind her calm demeanor.

Lo’ak and Kiri sit just behind her not even trying to look like they aren’t eavesdropping. Kiri had put down her new armband onto the floor as she eyes Neteyam worriedly. The net is still in Lo’ak’s hands, but all his attention is now also directed at his brother.

Neteyam slouches in on himself, hiding behind his braids. “Mom it’s fine.” Neteyam says dismissively. He tries to make Neytiri drop the problem. Obviously, it doesn’t work and only makes her worry more.

“Son, it’s not fine if someone hurt you.” Jake said sternly becoming increasingly more protective over his son.

Neteyam moves his hands to moves to hide his now burning cheeks. “No one hurt me!” He insists.

Neytiri sighs as she realizes she would be getting no answers from Neteyam. “Let me see the bruises Tuk was talking about.” She says.

“No!” Neteyam quickly says as he moves to cover his neck once again. His very red cheeks and ears now very visible.

It made his parent’s hearts clench as they see their son embarrassed by being hurt. “It’s nothing to have shame about. You mother can help treat them.” Jake places a hand on Neteyam’s shoulder, but he flinches away from his touch.

Neteyam watches as his father eyes go wide and his expression turns to anger. “Dad-” Neteyam tries to defuse the situation from getting worse, although it seems Jake had already come to his own conclusions.

“Who is hurting you?” Jake says sternly using his military voice. “I want names.”

“Oh, great mother.” Neteyam curses out. “Someone is not hurting me!” Jake looks unconvinced by his eldest’s words.

Neteyam mumbles something out that Jake doesn’t catch which he frowns at. “What?”

“They’re not bruises.” Neteyam says once again louder. His hands still securely wrapped around his neck so they couldn’t see anything even if they wanted to.

“Tuk said that she saw bruises.” Neytiri cut in, the softness in her voice leaving as she got more worried about her son. Jake also eyed him incredulously, not believing Neteyam. “You don’t have to give names or even say how you got them. But please take off your necklace, I want to treat them.” Neytiri looks at her son with a soft smile on her face as if to reassure him.

“Mom just leave it.” Neteyam sounds almost desperate at this point. His tail flicked from side to side as his face seared with embarrassment of the situation.

“Let her help.” Kiri speaks out from behind their parents. “Please.” Her voice so small, yet so full of concern.

“Yeah bro.” Lo’ak agrees. Even he has an air of concern surrounding him. The last time Neteyam had been hurt and hid it was the time when he passed out. It was terrifying to him, at the time and even still, to see his brother looking fine one moment to the next where he collapsed to the ground without warning.

Neteyam couldn’t take the worry he’s causing his family, so he groans out in frustration before slowly taking his hands off of his neck. He quickly takes off his choker like ripping off a bandage, and there in full view to rest of his family is the ‘bruises’ Tuk talked about.

“They’re. Not. Bruises.” Neteyam stresses even more through his teeth.

The silence that follows in the marui is tense. The four other na’vi just stared at the hickeys on Neteyam’s neck with pure concentration. Jake lets out a “oh” as he finally understands what’s happening. Their gazes had softened now, and the only thing left is the shock present on their faces.

The awkward silence that settled on the room is interrupted by Lo’ak. “Bro?! What?!”

Neteyam silently prays to Eywa for the ground to open up and swallow him whole. The embarrassment of whole situation somehow getting worse with the looks his family is now giving.

“Son you’re feeling new-” Jake starts before swiftly getting cut off by his eldest.

“We are not having this talk.” Neteyam groans out as he drags his hands down his face. “I promise you I’m fine.”

“And the bite?” Neytiri, who had been silent, suddenly asks. Her eyes fixed the very clear bite that marked his shoulder.

“They got carried away.” Neteyam says not daring to look his mother in the eyes. “They didn’t mean to bite that hard.” He explained further when he notices the way her tail flicks from side to side in what seemed to be anger. She just hums in response which isn’t bad, but also not good.

As if Eywa had finally answered Neteyam’s prays, a new voice took all the attention off of him.

“Neteyam?” Ao’nung voice caused everyone to look to him. Neteyam feels so relieved, but the same time he fears even more that his parents will somehow connect the dots and start hunting down his boyfriend. “Is now a bad time?” Ao’nung asks confused by whatever is going on in their marui.

“No!” Neteyam says as he quickly puts his choker back on, once again hiding all the marks. He quickly gets up to leave. He didn’t want his parents to somehow connect the dots and start hunting down his boyfriend. “We’ll talk later. Ao’nung promised to teach me how to hunt in the way of the Metkayina.” He turns to look at his family as he stands next to Ao’nung.

“You should bring them by later when you come back.” Jake says obviously referring to the mystery person that had given him the marks. He’s giving him a look that says that it wasn’t up for debate whether he did or not, so Neteyam just nods his head, a tight smile on his face.

Once his father gives an approving nod back, Neteyam rushes his boyfriend and him out of the marui. He’s freaking out internally and it’s starting to show. Before Neteyam could even get more than a few steps away from his home, he hears someone already calling out them.

Neteyam slowly turns around to see Tuk impatiently waving him down from where she sits outside. Fuck Neteyam forgot about his little sister.

“Teyam, are you ok? Who hurt your shoulder and neck? Did mom help you?” Tuk’s question come pouring out of her mouth and Neteyam couldn’t help but feel bad for the worry he had caused her. She quickly gets up and stands in front of him, worry plaguing her face.

“I’m fine Tuk.” Neteyam reassures her. “Ao’nung promised to teach me how to hunt. When we come back, we’ll talk about it, alright?”

Next to him, Ao’nung just looks more confused but still hums and nods his head when he sees that Tuk has cheered up at Neteyam’s words. Neteyam silently turns to him mouthing, “I’ll tell you later,” as Tuk ran back into the Marui.

They walk in a somewhat comfortable silence with Ao’nung looking over to Neteyam every so often. Once they get far enough away from the Maruis on a more secluded part of the beach, Ao’nung finally turns to his partner.

“What was she talking about?” He asks the other boy curiously and even a little worried.

As they had gotten further and further from the village, Neteyam’s panic had started to show. His tail lashes from side to side erratically, his ears are flat to his head, and Neteyam even looks panicked as he turns to look at his boyfriend.

“They know about us.” Neteyam says as calmly as he can.

“What?” The Metkayina boy asks dumbly as if the words hadn’t fully registered.

“My family saw the…” Neteyam pauses before taking a deep breath. “…marks on my neck and shoulder.”

Ao’nung’s reaction is immediate. His concerned expression quickly turns to horror as he stares at Neteyam mouth agape. Ao’nung’s face fell even more as the entire situation registers. He lets out a shaky laugh that sounds a bit too much like a sob.

“Toruk Makto is going to kill me.”

Chapter 2

With the news having fully sunk in, Ao’nung’s panic has reached its peak. His mind coming up with different scenarios as Neteyam stands to the side, waiting for a chance to explain the entire situation. Though it’s a bit difficult with Ao’nung not stopping for even moment in his pacing.

Ao’nung nervously walks back and forth in a poor attempt to help calm his nerves. “Oh, great mother, your parents are probably hunting me right now.” He concludes after a moment “This is it! I’m going to die at the hands of your parents.” He cries.

Neteyam can’t help the small amount of amusement he gets from seeing his boyfriend like this. Though, his amusement is vastly overshadowed by the fact he is also very panicked. Not only for his boyfriend’s life, but also his.

Neteyam can’t imagine that his mother would be too happy they went against tradition and didn’t follow any of the courting rituals. Not those of the Omaticaya nor the Metkayina. He shudders at the thought of her or, Eywa forbid, Ronal finding out.

“Maybe they’ll just skin me. But that sounds worse than death.” Ao’nung mumbles out to himself. He suddenly stops his pacing. Ao’nung turns to Neteyam and looks him in the eyes. “Should I run?” He asks in a voice that can only be described as pure terror.

“No!” Neteyam says quickly in order to prevent his boyfriend from running off before he can fully explain what’s happening. He reaches out and holds onto Ao’nung’s wrist just to make sure. Neteyam jumps on the chance to explain and hurriedly tries to form an explanation. “They don’t know who gave me the marks…” Neteyam takes a deep breath before continuing. “…yet.” He awkwardly adds on as casual as he can.

“What does that mean?” Ao’nung cautiously prods Neteyam to continue.

“My dad wants to have whoever gave them to me over for dinner…” Neteyam pauses. He places his other hand reassuringly on Ao’nung’s shoulder as he watches the words settle in. “…and hopefully not your killing.” Neteyam says on as a comfort to Ao’nung and himself.

It does not help to settle any of their worries.

A new wave of panic sweeps over Ao’nung. “Hopefully?! How sure are you about that?!” Neteyam tries to give him a reassuring smile, but the other boy only seems to get more terrified. “I would prefer to still run.”

“I don’t think that would put you in my family’s favor.” Neteyam tries to lighten the mood. “Besides they probably won’t kill you, probably, at most they may injure you. Greatly. But the Tsahìk is your mother so you will heal in no time.” He jokes almost to reassure himself that everything would optimistically be fine.

Ao’nung sends him a look. “That doesn’t make me feel better!”

Neteyam let go of Ao’nung’s shoulder and opts hold the others hand tightly instead. He forms a small smile on his face, an attempt to comfort the Metkayina boy. “I’m sure they will like you. Though, Kiri and Lo’ak already don’t hold you in the highest respects, Tuk enjoys your company.” Neteyam tries to cheer his boyfriend up.

“She does?” Ao’nung asks, genuinely surprised.

“Yes. She would not stop talking about the armbands you made with her. It was very funny to watch her try and teach Lo’ak.” Neteyam says as he squeezes the others hand.

Ao’nung stays silent. Every word spoken grounding him, slowly helping his panic shrink. Ao’nung gently untangles their hands and wraps his arms around Neteyam while pulling him into a hug. Neteyam relaxes into the embrace. He rests his forehead onto the other boy’s shoulder.

“I think as long we do not inform my parents on the fact; we didn’t follow any of the traditional courting rituals, we will be fine. We also have to make it through dinner being polite.” Neteyam says.

Ao’nung hums before leaning down to rest his forehead against Neteyams. He closes his eyes and takes a moment to contemplate an answer before responding. “I don’t know if I can do that with your brother around.” He jokes.

Neteyam closes his eyes. He scoffs in a lighthearted way. “Then, we should at least enjoy our last moments of freedom. Before my parents skin the both of us for not following any courting tradition.” Neteyam chuckles slightly.

“We should spend the time together.” Ao’nung decides with Neteyam humming in agreement. “Any idea what we should do?” He asks.

Neteyam leans back to look the other in his eyes. “Didn’t you promise to teach me how to hunt?” He suggests.

Ao’nung opens his eyes and nods his head as he smiles. “I did.” He says while pulling his arms away from the other. “We should go now. At this time, the hunting grounds are empty.”

Neteyam quickly grabs one of Ao’nung’s hand with his own. “Well, let’s go! Quickly before we lose our freedom.” Neteyam laughs as he holds tighter onto the others hand. Ao’nung squeezes his hand back.

Chapter 3

The hunting grounds are empty when they arrive just as Ao’nung predicted. It leaves the two alone to hunt by themselves. Though, the young couple seems too focused on each other to actually hunt. Rather than actually hunting, they stay in knee deep water, messing around.

Neteyam bends down and pushes his hand through the water to splash Ao’nung in his face. The look of Ao’nung’s annoyed face sends Neteyam into a fit of laughs. Light, airy laughs that lighten the mood enough for both to forget about their impending doom.

Ao’nung simply rolls his eyes at Neteyam. With a huff, he wipes the water from his face.

“Shouldn’t you like that? Aren’t you Metkayina?” Neteyam asks in between his laughs.

“I’m going to throw a stick at you then ask why you didn’t enjoy it. You’re Omatikaya, aren’t you?” Ao’nung grumbles out.

Though his grumbling only seems to have the opposite effect as Neteyam doubles over, trying to desperately catch his breath through his laughs. Ao’nung shakes his head while discreetly using his tail to slash the other in the face.

Neteyam gasps as the water hits him. He quickly using his hand to wipe it off. “Hey!”

Ao’nung innocently glances around pretending to look for the source of the water. “How did that happen?” he feigns his innocent façade which Neteyam sees right through. But just as Neteyam opens his mouth to say something, more water hits him, courtesy of a certain tail.

“I splashed you once!” Neteyam shouts as he uses his arms to cover himself from the oncoming attacks.

Ao’nung couldn’t hold it in anymore and begun laughing. Neteyam dramatically scoffs at the other. But the Metkayina boy’s laughs don’t seem to stop, even when tries to compose himself.

Neteyams smirks as a new idea forms in his head. Before Ao’nung could notice Neteyam’s smirk, the Omatikaya boy quickly pounces on the other, knocking them both down into the water.

Ao’nung chuckles suddenly stop. His expression turning to one of surprise. An expression that Neteyam takes a little too much joy in.

Neteyam sits on his legs, pinning him down onto the sand and water below them.

“How are you so strong with such skinny arms and legs?” Ao’nung teases.

Neteyam pushes him back slightly with one of his hands in a playful way. “You ask me that every day.”

“And every day I am amazed.” Ao’nung grins at him.

Neteyam rolls his eyes before getting up off the other boy and standing. “Skxáwng.” He holds his hand out to help Ao’nung get up. Ao’nung happily takes it.

Their lesson, though it could hardly be called that, is done right as dinner is to begin. Rather unfortunately for them, they can’t hide forever.

As the two stand a few maruis down from his family’s, Neteyam takes hold of Ao’nung’s hand. “I am sure they will like you,” he says to Ao’nung.

“Are you saying that for me or you?” Ao’nung counters. However, Neteyam can tell he’s just as nervous.

Neteyam just sighs and grips Ao’nung’s hand tighter. He had never brought anyone home before. Ao’nung would the first person him or any of his siblings have brought home. With his parent’s reactions his morning, he can only pray to Eywa that it all goes well. Or at least doesn’t end with Ao’nung being chased out of the marui.

“Just be careful when you answer my mother. Now come, my family will be expecting us soon,” Neteyam avoids actually answering. They don’t need to worry more.

They walk with their hands intertwined around the bends of the paths. When they do finally reach the marui, Neteyam uses his free hand to knock against the outside, alerting his family of their presence. He only puts himself in the entrance at first.

“Hi,” Neteyam greets them, putting on the best front he can. He’s nervous and, taking a quick scan of the room, Kiri and Lo’ak can tell and are taking much delight in that. At least, judging by their poor attempts at hiding the snickering. Ignoring them, Neteyam pulls Ao’nung into view of his parents.

Jake immediately stands at seeing Neteyam and Ao’nung. Neytiri doing the same. “Is this…?” Jake asks, eying Ao’nung. He doesn’t finish his sentence but with the way Jake is glaring at Ao’nung, Neteyam understands just fine.

“Yes,” Neteyam confirms. He swallows down the nervousness bubbling up. He’s a warrior, he reminds himself, he can introduce his boyfriend to his parents. “This is Ao’nung, my boyfriend.”

Ao’nung lowers his head in a respect, bringing his hand to his forehead at the same time to sign the greeting. “Oel ngati kameie,” Ao’nung says respectfully.

Neteyam takes a second to look at his siblings who are now all gaping. They all do it in their own ways. Lo’ak’s is out of disgust for Ao’nung. If Neteyam wasn’t busy making sure the first official meeting between his parents and boyfriend didn’t end poorly, he would love to remind Lo’ak that he likes Tsireya who is, in fact, Ao’nung’s sibling.

Neytiri doesn’t say anything back for a moment, her eyes glaring daggers into Ao’nung to which Neteyam only prays harder. Ao’nung smiles back at her, though with how nervous he is, it comes out a little too forced.

Luckily for all of them, Jake steps in. “Well, it’s nice to meet you,” he says, sticking out his hand in a tradition human greeting. Neteyam internally panics at that because while he did coach Ao’nung on how to talk to his parents, he most definitely did not give a lesson on human greetings.

For a moment, all of them awkwardly stand there and stare at Jake’s hand, unsure of what to do. Until, Neytiri speaks up. “Ma’ Jake,” she says in that tone.

Without having to be told another word, Jake retracks his hand. Fumbling with it as he signs the traditional na’vi way. “Sorry, old habits,” Jake explains with a laugh.

Ao’nung lets out a few awkward chuckles as he tries to discretely look to Neteyam for help. Neteyam simply says, “It’s a human gesture to greet someone.”

“Oh,” Ao’nung says as if he understands.

Neteyam knows for sure that he has no idea. Especially with the way Ao’nung’s ears fold down slightly to his head and the awkward smile he gives to Jake, it’s clear, at least to Neteyam. It does make him smile that Ao’nung is trying so hard, though if that’s out of the good of his heart or the fear of his life, Neteyam’s not certain.  

“Dinner is ready,” Neytiri announces to the all of them. “Come in.”

Quickly, the young couple is ushered into the marui and seated next to Neteyam’s siblings. They sit close but not uncomfortably so. Just enough that every so often they brush arms as they move to grab things or gesture.

Neteyam has never felt more anxious walking into his own home. Sure, he’s had his share of getting in trouble but when he walked in then, Neteyam knew what was going to happen or, at least, could predict very well.  

It doesn’t help how this whole thing came to be either. Eywa. Just thinking about it makes Neteyam want to sink into the ground forever. His choker is still around his neck, hiding those stupid bruises. But, Neteyam finds the bite mark more embarrassing.

Which, he is still trying to desperately hide with his hair. As if he could preserve any mangled bit of what is left of his dignity. His dignity probably died the moment Tuk mentioned the bite and bruises.

“Neteyam?” Ao’nung calls his name, pulling him from his thoughts.

“Sorry, what did you say?” Neteyam asks.

“How long has-” Jakes makes a gesture to the couple with his hand, “-this been going on?” he asks.

“A few weeks,” Neteyam answers as Ao’nung nods along. Neteyam hasn’t been keeping track that closely but if he had to guess it’s probably much longer than a month at this point, not that he would admit that yet.

Neytiri hums at his answer, but not in a way that gives Neteyam any sense of comfort. “This is the first I’m hearing of this,” she says to them sharply as she hands both plates of food.

“We were going to tell you soon,” Neteyam says to hopefully soothe her. They had a half thought out plan on how and when they were going to tell their families, one that wouldn’t have taken place for another few weeks, which neither of their parents need to know.

Neytiri looks over the two of them, eying every part of them slowly. Seeing her do this, Ao’nung can now understand why Neteyam had warned him of Neytiri rather than Jake.  Neteyam watches the moment the realization comes into her mind. “You two have no courting bands,” she states.

“The Metkayina have different traditions mothers,” Neteyam says, hoping that Ao’nung continues since his own knowledge on the matter is lacking.

Ao’nung clears his throat. “Uh, yeah. We usually make and give courting bands when we are thinking of tsaheylu,” he explains.

“So, what you two have been doing is not for tsaheylu?”

Ao’nung and Neteyam blank, at a loss on how to approach or explain anything. Like how they’ve been dating much long than a couple weeks, and the thought of tsaheylu has crossed their minds quite often, and they have talked about tsaheylu a few more times than they care to admit, and how they have talked of making courting bands, and-

“Babe let’s start eating,” Jake tells her.  

If looks could kill, Jake would have been a dead man many years ago. However, Eywa and luck have always been on his side so with a huff, Neytiri goes back to plating and serving dinner to everyone, dropping the question. For now.

Nervously, Neteyam begins picking at his food. Praying that the hardest questions are out of the way, he turns to Ao’nung and smiles. Ao’nung hasn’t been chased out of the marui, a step in the right direction in Neteyam’s mind.

For a little bit, dinner goes smoothly. It’s too quiet and the only one really chatting is Tuk but smoothly. That is until the questions come back.

“Why Ao’nung?” Lo’ak asks as he lifts his head from his plate.

“Well, he’s helped so much and he’s kind when he wants to be and we have a lot in common,” Neteyam begins listing off reasons. “Does it matter though? I just like him.”

“Wow. So how long have you been together?”

Neteyam does not like where this is going. “A few weeks,” he says again.

“And how long have you been pinning for him?” Kiri takes over from Lo’ak in asking questions.

“Kiri,” Neteyam says in that older brother tone. He would not care to admit how long that had actually been. Kiri simply smirks at him. She knows him too well sometimes.

“Are you guys in love?” Tuk asks, so innocently. Her eyes looking over the two of them so hopeful and excited.

Ao’nung chokes. Once he regains a bit of composure, he answers her. “I do care for your brother, but it’s only been a few weeks and, um, you see- well-” Ao’nung continues rambling, trying to find the right words to explain without saying too much. “Neteyam,” he finally says after a moment.

“Tuk, we’re still getting to know each other. We care about the other, a lot. But we don’t know yet,” Neteyam explains to his youngest sister.

Tuk pouts, the answer obviously not what she wanted. “When will you know?”

Neteyam laughs, ruffling the top of her head. “I don’t know but you’ll be the first we tell when we do.”

Dinner continues like this. With Neteyam’s family hounding the couple with questions before it returns to almost silence and then repeating. The small breaks between the questions at least allow the two of them to eat.

“Ao’nung?” Jakes says to get the boys attention. The two of them internally prepare for the next round of questions.

“Yes?” Ao’nung answers, trying to stay as respectful as he can. It’s getting a bit tiring pretending he isn’t terrified of Neteyam’s parents.

“Do your parents know about you two?”

“Uh, they know I’m here, but we haven’t told them yet. We were planning on telling all of you soon,” Ao’nung says as he nervously smiles.

Jake hums at his answer, however he raises an eyebrow at the same time. “Have you completed your rite of passage? You have one, right?”

Ao’nung nods. “We do. It is usually completed near ones sixteenth birthday so mine is in the coming weeks,” he explains to Jake.

“What must you do?” Neytiri asks, her eyes trained on him. She looks at him intently, scrutinizing his every move.

Ao’nung clears his throat once more before delving into the intricacies of their rite of passage. As he does so, Ao’nung’s hand slowly creeps to Neteyam’s for reassurance.

Once Ao’nung is finished talking, Neytiri nods her head. “And you know Neteyam has completed his already?”

“Yes,” Ao’nung says. “He has told me before. It is quite impressive how young he and his siblings were,” he tells them.

“When you complete your rite of passage you will allowed to wed, correct?”

“Yes,” Ao’nung nervously answers, desperately holding onto Neteyam’s hand.

“Are you ready to be wed to my son?”

“Mother!” Neteyam finally steps in. “We are not getting married anytime soon.”

“So you do you wish to be married one day?”

This is when Lo’ak and Kiri start laughing. Practically cackling at the looks on Neteyam and Ao’nung’s faces.

“Why are you so focused on us getting married? It’s been weeks,” Neteyam asks her, desperately trying to control the blush making its way to his face.

“I need to know if he’s serious about you,” Neytiri says.

Neteyam opens his mouth to respond when Ao’nung beats him to it. “I am,” Ao’nung says seriously. “Your son is amazing. I’m not sure if we will get married but if we do, I could only be so lucky.”

Neytiri looks pleased at his answer. She gives Ao’nung a nod, her approval of him. To which, Neteyam and Ao’nung finally relaxes a little.

“Good answer, kid,” Jake tells him, giving Ao’nung a small smile and nod.

Dinner finally goes pleasantly after that. With the big question out of the way, the couple relaxes more, settling into the conversations. The conversations are mostly courteous besides a few comments.

“Ew,” Lo’ak says, scrunching his nose at Ao’nung and Neteyam.

Otherwise, dinner ends on a good note.

Ao’nung stands at the entrance of the marui, giving his final farewells to the family before leaving. When Tuk look to everyone and asks, “Wait, how did Ao’nung give Neteyam those bruises?”

“Ao’nung should go!” Neteyam says, grabbing Ao’nung and dragging him away. “I’ll walk him home.”

Neteyam stops a few maruis down after they leave his family’s, hoping they could get a moment alone before their truly had to end. Turning to Ao’nung, Neteyam smiles.

Ao’nung lazily rests his hands on Neteyam’s hips and he pulls him closer. “That went better than I thought it would.”

Neteyam simply hums in response, wrapping his arms around the others neck. “I really thought my mother was going to kill you.” Neteyam softly chuckles.

Ao’nung slowly leans forward to end their night with a kiss only to be interrupted by some very annoying shouting. Immediately both of them look towards the marui they had just left to see Lo’ak standing in the entrance with his arms crossed, looking a mix of angry and disgust. They hadn’t walked far enough after all.

“Hands!” Lo’ak yells at them. “Keep those slimy fish fingers higher!” he obviously shouts at Ao’nung.

“If only he knew where these hands have been,” Ao’nung whispers.

Neteyam shakes his head. “If you don’t want him to ban us from ever being alone again, then I say you pray to Eywa he never does,” Neteyam quietly tells him.

Pulling on Ao’nung’s necklace, Neteyam finally brings their lips together for that interrupted kiss. A quick, completely innocent kiss. One that is shared under the judging eyes of a sibling who has no qualms in fighting.

As Neteyam lets go of Ao’nung and leans back, he says, “You should definitely run now.”

Hope you liked it!

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The Man Out of Time [A ShadAmy and Silver Story]: Chapter 14

Pairing: Shadow the Hedgehog x Amy Rose

Description: It has been seven years of peace following the grueling war with Eggman and his army. Though it took time to rebuild what they have lost, life for the Freedom Fighters could not be better. Whether it's finding love or trying to run from their past, celebrating post-war times has been different for each of them.

All is well until a silver hedgehog comes knocking on Amy Rose's door to deliver the tragic news about an incredible force that seems to be the cause of the future's destruction.

Will anyone believe the mysterious hedgehog's cry for help? Or will he be left to fight for his future alone? Read to find out!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

POV: Amy Rose

!! I do not own any of the art/gifs/borders used in my chapters. All credits to the rightful owners !!

Masterlist ❀ Ch.1 ❀ Ch.2 ❀ Ch.3 ❀ Ch.4 ❀ Ch.5 ❀ Ch.6 ❀ Ch.7 ❀ Ch.8 ❀ Ch.9 ❀ Ch.10 ❀ Ch.11 ❀ Ch.12 ❀ Ch.13

I didn't know what to expect when I woke up. Maybe I expected Shadow to still be here like he promised. But he wasn't here. And that stirred an unknown feeling inside of me.

No, I knew exactly what I was feeling.

Stupid. I felt completely stupid.

Why was I still waiting for him? Why was I holding on to the hope that he would burst through the door at any moment and ask if I was okay?

I stayed on the bed and pulled my plush pink covers closer to me. Their warmth provided little comfort, but I was willing to take whatever I could get.

'Why… do I feel this way?' My fingers curled up and dug into the soft cloth. I took a moment to breathe. My lungs stung, and a warm lump was building in my throat. I hated crying, especially over someone like him. 'I'm always felt feeling like this whenever I get mixed up in his signals. I could never tell what he was trying to tell me. Does he like me? If so, as a friend or something more? If he wants to be something more, why doesn't he say so? I've been clear in my intentions. I invite him over to my house often to the point where I've offered to make a spare key for him to have. Every Wednesday we go out to dinner, and every Sunday we have coffee and brunch. I don't go out with ANYONE else besides him, and I've told him so many, many times. Am I not expressing myself enough? Does he still think I only see him as a friend?' I wiped a tear that was poking out from the corner of my eye. My teeth were clenched so hard that it was beginning to hurt. '…why am I too cowardly to admit my feelings to him?'

I knew I was acting pitiful. I was the one standing between my own happiness. I was too scared to tell Shadow about my feelings, and reasonable so. I wouldn't know how to react if he were to reject me. Things wouldn't be the same.

And then there was one more thing to consider. Before my love for Shadow, comes my appreciation of his friendship.

'He's done a lot for me. He's trained with me when I felt weak. He's talked to me when I need someone to speak to. He has once stood outside my doorstep for hours to make sure I was okay while I was having a depressive episode. If I lost him, his friendship; I would lose it.'

My own words stung. The anxiety tightened in my chest and I found myself breathing slowly to calm myself down. If I had a morning anxiety attack, it would ruin my entire day. And with everything going on, I can't afford any bad days.

'Too many people are depending on me. I can't afford to fail. There is so much at stake. I need to keep my emotions in check if I want everyone to rely on me.'

I sat there in the sheets and practiced some mindful breathing. I kept my eyes closed, and just breathed until my body felt calm. Who knows how long I sat there. The minutes seemed longer to me with each shaky breath. No matter what I did, or how long I breathed in and out, I couldn't brush aside the feelings Shadow leaves with me.

I found it annoying how inconstant his actions could be. One day he would take to me and tell me the sweetest things I've ever heard, and the next he would avoid me like nothing.

At times, I wonder who he even is. How well do I really know him?

'Maybe if he talked to me instead of avoiding me, I would know him better!' I clutched the blanket that was covering me in frustration. 'Why is this so complicated?'

I touched my face. Luckily, there were no tears. It just felt warm from the anger and sadness I was feeling.

'I want to sleep forever, but, I know I need to get up.'

I felt like I had been awake for days when, in reality, it's been 2 hours tops. As I rolled out of bed and walked toward my dresser, I finally got a good look at myself. The color in my face had finally reappeared. Most of all, I was glad that the dark circles under my eyes were disappearing.

I have S to thank for all of this. Without him, we would have never known about the future danger ahead of us, and I would have never been able to put my mind at peace.

I left my room and smiled as I saw S resting on the couch, covered in the blankets I let him borrow. I crept towards the kitchen to not wake him up, but as soon as I popped my head in, I almost had a heart attack. Shadow was sitting at the table with his head down and a mug of tea next to his face. I had to retain the joy of knowing that he was still here.

But why didn't he stay in my room like the last time?

I brushed off the question and tried to keep it out of my mind. I instead thought about the fulfillment of his promise. He said he'd be here when I woke up and he is. If he is still here, then why am I not satisfied with that conclusion?

'Ugh, maybe we are all really complicated in our own ways.'

I giggled to myself as I picked up the kettle from the stove to fill it with water.

'I'm sure a nice cup of tea will put my mind at ease,' I sighed looking through my pantry. I smiled when I saw the last few packets of peach tea I saw holding off for a moment like this. 'Nothing like a nice glass of warm peach tea to get me back to my normal self.'

"Oh, S isn't here either, huh? Or Sonic..." My voiced trialed off at the realization that was standing in an empty house. "I just hope neither of them got into too much trouble while I was out."

[quackquackcey]

Writers Wrap

(ty for the tag @demonicfaerie 💛 I am late to the game but hehehooha ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

Favorite Story you've worked on this year: i have no clue lol, Derek's Kumquat probably? Technically i worked on it dec 2023 & posted jan 2024 so idk if it counts as this year LOL, it was originally my fic idea for sterekreversechallenges' Sterek 1000 Cakes Challenge based on the word prompt 'kumquat' but the plotbunny was too fat for me to write in time 😂 I've reread it many times & like to laugh at the dumb kumquat puns & jokes everytime when I do 🤣 (also ofc the smut is peak 🤌)

Favorite character you've written this year: Stiles or Derek! Idk which though - Stiles is funner & easier to write for me in the sense that i tend to write him a bit rambly/there's more of a lighthearted tone to his inner monolgues/thoughts, but I actually relate to Derek a lot so depending on the fic, writing Derek's depression & struggles always feels cathartic to me, especially since I'm often in the midst of one of my fat depresso™️ waves when I write those fics LMAO 🤣

Favorite scene you've worked on this year: uhhhhh 👁👄👁 tbh i have the memory of a peanut - aka i dont remember shit unless i just finished writing it LMAO also i have fav scenes in most of my fics so imma just cop out on this 🤣

Favorite piece of inspiration you've used this year: uh do people count as inspiration LOL i shan't tag anyone, but renmackree my love always inspires me 💛 & posts from hotgirlstiles & kittykatstiles always get my sterek engine revving ahaha 🌝 i did try out songfics for the first time this year (which i heard are easier to write but honestly i find them challenging?? LMAO)

Favorite line or lines written this year: my peanut memory is failing me once more lmao 💀 but i will try, ummmm lemme pick lines/scenes from a fic i havent mentioned in my ao3 wrapped either - "You're my god"

*2 hrs later* i got sidetracked rereading it lmfao

He tore a scroll just as Theo opened a wooden box, and Stiles came face to face with an old friend. A thrill ran down his spine. "Ah," he said with a smile as runes flowed from the scroll to the earth. "It's you. It's been a long time since you possessed me." The nogitsune blanched, if that was possible. "You—! It can't be!" Stiles laughed, finally standing up from where he'd sat behind Derek as he pulled his bat out of a swirl of wind. "I end all things that begin, but have no end. What am I?" The nogitsune took a step back, then another. Stiles strolled forward. "I end all things that begin, but have no end," he repeated, tapping his bat against his shoulder. "What am I?" Theo took one look between Stiles' smile and the retreating nogitsune and tried to escape—Scott pinned him down to the ground with a conflicted grimace. "C'mon now," said Stiles as Derek came to stand beside him on the porch, slashing down the wall of earth one of the gods conjured with a flick of a claw. "I thought you loved riddles." He slashed his palm, ichor spreading over his bat, and the nogitsune froze. "I end all things that begin, but have no end," he spoke, winds blowing. "What am I?" The nogitsune tried to flee, the winds blocked their way. They turned back towards Stiles. "Death," they said, and Stiles slammed a hole out of their side with a booming crack of his bat.

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Heat radiated in thrumming, scorching waves as the blazing sphere of fire descended on him, and he waited for the last second, when all eyes would be on him, to open the crack once again; he waited for his skin to begin burning, smoking, to clench his fist with a resounding cra— Nothing but cold, cold air touched him. No breeze, no smoke, no fire. All he saw before him were clouds and for a moment, he thought that he'd been sealed away, until he noticed that the other gods still stood there, silent, staring at the clouds as well.  The thin clatter of an arrow dipped in liquid violet shot by Hoderi, God of the Sea, broke and fell to Derek's feet, an echoing pindrop amongst the speechless hush. It was only when Stiles' arms wrapped around him that he realized. The entire top half of the chamber had disappeared. Clouds stretched out before them past the razor sharp edges of the shortened walls, cut in a single slash so quick and clean that it cleaved through the walls in a soundless sweep like butter without anyone noticing until after the fact. And the cause of it floated behind him, arms looped around his neck—one hand lifted to cut an ichor-tinged line through the air, and Hoderi's head rolled to the floor. What remained of the chamber roared back to life. Attacks rained on them, but Derek just stared at the way Stiles' wet eyes blazed as the skies darkened and the clouds thundered with vengeful rage. Tears mixed with ichor left gold-tinged tracks on Stiles' cheeks, and maybe it was because Derek's vision darkened around the edges or because his body couldn't feel anything past the poison throbbing through his veins, but he brushed his lips against Stiles' face to kiss the tear tracks away, a barely there graze.

god sterek au my beloved

Written piece or accomplishment this year: all my fics are accomplishments to me ngl LOL the longer fics take more time & effort ofc but the shorter ones present a diff challenge 💛 is that a cop out answer lmao? the feral wind that lit him ablaze is the obvious one aside from Derek's Kumquat, but i'll also stick my 1st songfic golden hour here & "You're my god" bc the latter had a month deadline & I wrote that whole month & still had to cramwrite my ass off....LMAO 😭 totally my fault though for deciding to do god au worldbuilding for it frnjekfen

no specific tags, just an open tag from me if anyone wants to do it bc im late as shit & probs everyone has done this already LMAO

[mirisss]

Heartfelt Choices Gunwook arc

wordcount ≈ 8.5k

warnings: bullying, bruises,

pairing: ZB1 Park Gunwook x afab! Reader

Thank you for the request!

A stand-alone fic from this post, does not reference the original at all

The halls of Daehyun High School echoed with the usual chatter of students, the rhythmic tapping of footsteps, and the occasional laughter that permeated the air. Among the bustling crowd, one figure stood out—Park Gunwook. Tall and strikingly handsome, he moved through the sea of students with an easy confidence that drew both admiration and envy.

In the heart of the school, in a quieter corner, was (Y/n), a shy and reserved girl who often went unnoticed. Her days were spent navigating the halls with her head down, avoiding eye contact, and keeping to herself. She had resigned herself to the shadows, finding solace in the company of books and the quiet corners of the library.

One day, a surprising announcement rippled through the school corridors. Park Gunwook, the charismatic heartthrob, had joined the girls' dance team. The news spread like wildfire, and soon, the once-overlooked dance team found themselves in the spotlight. The whole school began to take notice, and their performances became the talk of the town.

What many didn't know was the reason behind Park Gunwook's unexpected decision. Unlike the rumors that painted him as a conceited heartbreaker, he had a side to him that few had glimpsed—a kind and genuine soul that thrived on helping others.

As the dance team flourished, there was one student who remained on the periphery of the excitement—(Y/n). Unbeknownst to her, her life was about to take an unexpected turn. The school administration, recognizing her academic struggles, decided to assign her a tutor. And who better for the job than Park Gunwook, the embodiment of both brains and charm?

On a quiet afternoon, (Y/n) found herself seated in the school library, nervously flipping through the pages of her textbook. The door creaked open, and in walked Park Gunwook, his smile illuminating the room. The contrast between their worlds couldn't have been more stark—his popularity, her invisibility—but fate had woven their paths together.

"Hey there, (Y/n), right?" Park Gunwook greeted her with a warm smile, pulling up a chair beside her. Little did they know, this tutoring session would mark the beginning of a story that would rewrite the narratives of both their lives.

"(Y/n), right?" Park Gunwook repeated with a friendly grin, confirming her identity. His eyes, warm and welcoming, met hers, and (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a twinge of surprise. How did he know her name?

"Yeah, that's me," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. The shy girl adjusted her glasses nervously, her eyes flitting between the open textbook and the charming boy who now sat beside her.

"I'm Park Gunwook. Your tutor," he said, as if stating the obvious, but his tone was filled with genuine enthusiasm. He pulled out a notebook and a pen, ready to dive into the world of academia.

(Y/n) blinked, trying to process the unexpected turn of events. She had expected a tutor, but she hadn't expected someone like Park Gunwook. The guy who had brought life to the once-overlooked dance team and was adored by the entire school was now here to help her.

"Why me?" she blurted out before she could filter her thoughts. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she immediately looked down at her textbook, regretting her sudden outburst.

Park Gunwook chuckled, a sound that was both friendly and reassuring. "Well, I heard you could use a little help, and I thought, why not? I'm not just about dance and looks, you know. I'm pretty good with academics too."

He spoke with a casual confidence that made (Y/n) feel at ease. It was evident that he wasn't here out of obligation but genuine willingness to assist. As they began to delve into the subject matter, (Y/n) discovered that Park Gunwook's intelligence matched his kind nature. He patiently explained concepts, answered her questions, and made learning feel less like a chore.

Park Gunwook couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration as he sat across from (Y/n) in the quiet library. His initial decision to tutor her had been fueled by a desire to help, but now, as they delved into the intricacies of the subject matter, he found himself captivated by more than just academics.

Her determination to understand the concepts, the furrow of her brow when faced with a challenging problem, and the way her eyes lit up with comprehension—each aspect of (Y/n)'s learning process intrigued him. He appreciated her effort, her genuine curiosity, and the unassuming beauty that emanated from her quiet presence.

As they worked through the material, he couldn't help but notice the subtle transformation in her demeanor. The initial shyness began to give way to a growing confidence, and the reserved girl before him seemed to bloom with newfound assurance.

"You're catching on quickly," Park Gunwook complimented, a sincere smile playing on his lips. "I knew you had it in you."

(Y/n)'s cheeks flushed at the praise, and she managed a small, grateful smile. The atmosphere between them became more relaxed, and the library, once a place of silent solitude, echoed with the soft hum of conversation.

After the tutoring session with Park Gunwook, (Y/n) couldn't wait to share her experiences with her two closest friends, Mun Junghyun and Ji Yunseo. The trio had known each other since childhood, their friendship enduring through the ups and downs of adolescence. As vibrant and sweet as they were, Mun Junghyun and Ji Yunseo were the anchors in (Y/n)'s life, providing support and companionship in a world that often felt overwhelming.

Spotting Mun Junghyun and Ji Yunseo near the school courtyard, (Y/n) waved to get their attention. The two boys turned, their faces breaking into warm smiles upon seeing their friend approach.

"Hey, (Y/n)!" Mun Junghyun called out, his energetic demeanor infectious.

"Hey, guys!" (Y/n) greeted, a subtle excitement lingering in her voice.

Ji Yunseo, always the calm and collected one, observed her with a knowing look. "You seem different today. Something good happened?"

A shy smile played on (Y/n)'s lips as she recounted the tutoring session with Park Gunwook. She shared the surprising news of him being her tutor and how, beyond the initial awkwardness, the experience had been unexpectedly enjoyable. Mun Junghyun's eyes lit up with curiosity, while Ji Yunseo nodded approvingly.

"That's awesome, (Y/n)! Who would've thought Park Gunwook would be so nice?" Mun Junghyun exclaimed.

"Yeah, he's not just a pretty face. Turns out, he's a great tutor too," (Y/n) replied, a newfound confidence evident in her words.

The trio continued their conversation, discussing everything from school gossip to weekend plans. As they walked together, (Y/n) felt a sense of belonging and comfort that only true friends could provide. Mun Junghyun and Ji Yunseo, with their vibrant personalities, added color to her world, making even the ordinary moments feel special.

Little did they know that the dynamics of their friendship were about to shift. Park Gunwook's presence in (Y/n)'s life would not only bring academic improvement but also new connections and unexpected adventures. The quiet girl who had once lingered on the fringes of the school's social scene was now stepping into the light, supported by the unwavering friendship of Mun Junghyun and Ji Yunseo and guided by the unexpected bond with Park Gunwook.

After the tutoring session with (Y/n), Park Gunwook was eager to share the details with his best friend, Lee Jeonghyeon. The two had been inseparable since childhood, navigating the highs and lows of life together. As they met up at their favorite hangout spot, a small café near the school, the aroma of coffee filled the air.

"Jeonghyeon, you won't believe what happened today!" Gunwook exclaimed, a wide grin on his face as he took a seat across from his best friend.

Jeonghyeon raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Spill it, Gunwook. What's got you so excited?"

"I've got a tutoring gig," Gunwook began, leaning in with an air of mystery. "But it's not just any tutoring. I'm helping out this girl named (Y/n). She's cute, shy, and absolutely brilliant."

Jeonghyeon chuckled at his friend's animated description. "A shy genius, huh? Sounds like an interesting combo. How did you end up tutoring her?"

Gunwook went on to recount the story, from the unexpected assignment by the school administration to the quiet library sessions with (Y/n). He painted a picture of a girl with untapped potential, someone he found intriguing beyond the academic context.

"And you won't believe it, Jeonghyeon, she's friends with Mun Junghyun and Ji Yunseo. Our worlds are colliding in the most unexpected way!" Gunwook laughed, the excitement contagious.

Jeonghyeon leaned back, sipping his coffee thoughtfully. "Well, it sounds like you've got your hands full, my friend. But hey, who knew the heartthrob Park Gunwook would become the academic savior for a shy genius?"

Gunwook rolled his eyes playfully. "Oh, stop it. It's not like that. She just needed some help, and I figured, why not?"

His best friend grinned mischievously. "Sure, Gunwook. 'Just helping out.' We'll see how this tutoring thing unfolds. Who knows, maybe this (Y/n) will be more than just a student. Maybe she'll be the plot twist in the heartthrob's life."

Gunwook laughed, shaking his head. "You watch too many dramas, Jeonghyeon. But who knows? Life has a way of surprising us."

Friday arrived with an air of excitement, anticipation, and a flurry of activities. The upcoming dance competition featuring Gunwook, Jeonghyeon, and the dance team had become the talk of the school. The hallways buzzed with discussions about the event, and the anticipation reached a fever pitch.

(Y/n) had initially planned to spend the evening quietly, perhaps catching up on some reading or working on assignments. The prospect of a crowded auditorium didn't appeal to her introverted nature. However, Mun Junghyun and Ji Yunseo had other plans.

"(Y/n), you can't miss this! Gunwook and the dance team have been practicing so hard. It's going to be amazing!" Mun Junghyun exclaimed, practically dragging her by the arm.

Ji Yunseo joined in, offering a persuasive smile. "Come on, (Y/n). It'll be a fun night out. Plus, we can cheer for Gunwook together!"

Reluctantly, (Y/n) found herself being pulled into the enthusiastic orbit of her friends. As they entered the bustling auditorium that evening, the energy was palpable. The seats were filling up fast, and the anticipation hung thick in the air.

The stage lights dimmed, signaling the beginning of the competition. The dance team took their positions, and the crowd hushed in anticipation. The performance began, a dazzling display of skill, choreography, and passion. Gunwook moved with a grace that transcended the typical expectations of a high school dance competition, and the crowd erupted in cheers.

As (Y/n) watched from her seat, something stirred within her. The rhythmic beats, the synchronized movements, and the collective energy of the audience created an atmosphere she hadn't expected. Her reserved self couldn't help but get caught up in the excitement.

By the time Gunwook and the dance team finished their performance, the auditorium was filled with thunderous applause. Mun Junghyun and Ji Yunseo were on their feet, cheering with unrestrained enthusiasm. Even (Y/n) found herself clapping, a small smile gracing her face.

After the competition, amidst the celebratory chaos, Gunwook spotted (Y/n) in the crowd. A genuine smile lit up his face, and he made his way toward her.

"(Y/n)! You came! What did you think?" he asked, enthusiasm evident in his voice.

"It was... impressive," she replied, her reserved nature softening as she met his gaze. "You guys were really good."

Gunwook beamed with gratitude. "Thanks! I'm glad you came. Maybe we can celebrate with the team after this. What do you say?"

With Mun Junghyun and Ji Yunseo joining the conversation, the impromptu celebration plans took shape. Little did (Y/n) know that this unexpected Friday night outing would mark the beginning of more shared moments, blurring the lines between her quiet world and the vibrant, dynamic life of Park Gunwook and his friends.

As (Y/n) stood amidst the post-performance excitement, she couldn't shake off the shock of Gunwook spotting her in the crowd. The fact that he had not only noticed her presence but had invited her and her friends to celebrate with the dance team left her pleasantly surprised.

While the group made their way backstage to join the celebration, (Y/n) couldn't help but steal glances at Gunwook. The stage lights had highlighted his features during the performance, but up close, she noticed the subtle beads of sweat on his forehead and the genuine joy in his eyes.

As they mingled with the dance team and the energy of celebration filled the air, (Y/n) found herself drawn into the lively atmosphere. Mun Junghyun and Ji Yunseo chatted animatedly with the dancers, sharing laughter and congratulations. Meanwhile, Gunwook took a moment to approach (Y/n).

"Thanks for coming, (Y/n). I'm really glad you're here," he said with a warm smile on his face.

"Oh, um, yeah. It was great," she stammered, her heart racing more than she'd like to admit.

Gunwook chuckled, seemingly at ease. "You know, you should come to more events like this. The school has a lot of exciting stuff going on. Plus, it's always better with friends."

Friends. The word lingered in the air, and (Y/n) couldn't help but wonder if the connection she felt with Gunwook was evolving into something beyond the roles of tutor and student.

As the celebration continued, (Y/n) found herself enjoying the company of Gunwook and his friends. The initial shyness began to fade, replaced by a sense of camaraderie. She laughed at their jokes, shared in their triumphs, and, in the process, discovered a side of herself that she hadn't fully explored before.

By the end of the night, as they said their goodbyes, (Y/n) couldn't deny the flutter in her heart. Gunwook's invitation to future events echoed in her mind, and the realization hit her—it wasn't just about the dance competition or the celebration. There was something about Park Gunwook that had sparked a warmth within her, a connection that went beyond the textbooks and tutoring sessions.

Gunwook's popularity had always been a constant in the halls of Daehyun High School. His charm, good looks, and talent made him the subject of admiration for many girls. However, despite the attention, Gunwook had always maintained a friendly but distant demeanor, never reciprocating the feelings of those who harbored crushes on him.

When the whispers began circulating about Gunwook's newfound interest in (Y/n), the atmosphere among the female student body changed. The other girls, who had once vied for his attention, were not pleased. The sudden focus on someone who had been on the periphery of the social scene was enough to raise eyebrows and spark a hint of jealousy.

In the hallways and classrooms, hushed conversations unfolded like a trail of gossip. Girls exchanged glances and speculations, trying to make sense of the unexpected development. Why (Y/n)? What did she have that they didn't? The air was thick with unspoken tension as the rumor mill churned.

Gunwook, oblivious to the brewing storm, continued his interactions with (Y/n) in a friendly and genuine manner. The tutoring sessions persisted, and they found themselves sharing more moments beyond academics—laughter, shared interests, and a connection that seemed to transcend the typical dynamics of high school.

As the days passed, the disquiet among the girls grew more palpable. Some tried to decipher the mystery of (Y/n)'s appeal to Gunwook, while others couldn't hide their frustration at the perceived injustice. The charismatic heartthrob, who had remained beyond the reach of their affections, was now seemingly showing interest in someone who hadn't been part of the popularity contest.

The dynamics of the school's social scene were shifting, and (Y/n) found herself unintentionally at the center of attention. The whispers and glances, the subtle exclusion from certain groups—she navigated the uncharted territory with a mix of confusion and discomfort. Despite the newfound challenges, her focus remained on the genuine connections she was building, both with Gunwook and her two best friends.

As (Y/n) stood by her locker, preparing for her upcoming tutoring session with Gunwook, a hushed tension hung in the air. In the bustling hallway, a group of girls, commonly referred to as Gunwook's fan club, approached her with determined expressions. The whispers that had followed her in the past few days seemed to culminate in this moment.

The leader of the group, a girl with a reputation for being assertive, stepped forward with a challenging glare. "So, (Y/n), what's the deal with you and Gunwook?"

(Y/n) looked up, taken aback by the confrontational tone. "We're just friends. He's helping me with my studies," she replied, keeping her voice steady despite the unease.

The girls exchanged incredulous glances, and another one chimed in, "Friends? Really? You think we believe that? Gunwook has never shown this much interest in anyone before. What makes you so special?"

The accusations hung in the air, and (Y/n) felt a knot tighten in her stomach. The group seemed determined to challenge her presence in Gunwook's life, as if her connection with him threatened the status quo of their infatuation.

Before she could respond, the leader leaned in, her voice dripping with disdain. "Just remember, (Y/n), Gunwook belongs to all of us. Don't think you can just waltz in and take him away. We're not going to let that happen."

The threat lingered, and the group of girls departed with a parting glance filled with resentment. Left alone by her locker, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and frustration. She had never sought this attention, nor did she want to be a source of conflict among her peers.

As the clock ticked closer to her tutoring session, (Y/n) took a deep breath, steeling herself for the challenges that lay ahead. The unexpected consequences of her connection with Gunwook were becoming more apparent, and she couldn't help but wonder how these dynamics would influence the journey she had embarked on.

The concern lingered in Gunwook's mind as he continued the tutoring session with (Y/n). Despite her apology and assurance that everything was okay, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. Her usual focus on the academic material seemed clouded by an underlying emotion that he couldn't quite identify—fear, sadness, or perhaps a mixture of both.

As they worked through the study material, Gunwook stole glances at (Y/n), attempting to gauge her emotional state. Her usually bright eyes were dulled, and a shadow of unease lingered on her features. The concern deepened within him, and he couldn't resist addressing it once more.

"(Y/n), seriously, is everything okay? You don't seem like yourself today. If something's bothering you, you can talk to me," Gunwook said, his tone gentle and reassuring.

(Y/n) hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. "It's just... personal stuff. I don't want to burden you with it. Let's focus on the tutoring, okay?"

Gunwook respected her wish, but the worry didn't dissipate. His desire to help extended beyond academic matters, and he couldn't bear to see (Y/n) in distress. However, he nodded, deciding to prioritize her comfort in that moment.

"Okay, if you ever feel like talking about it, I'm here for you. We can take a break if you need one," he offered, a genuine warmth in his words.

(Y/n) managed a small smile, appreciating his concern. "Thanks, Gunwook. I'll be okay. Let's finish the session."

The tutoring continued, but the unspoken tension hung in the air. Gunwook couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to (Y/n)'s emotional state than she was letting on. As the session concluded, he made a mental note to check in on her, recognizing that sometimes, the most significant support goes beyond textbooks and study sessions. 

As the days passed, the confrontations from the group of girls continued, each encounter leaving (Y/n) more distressed and isolated. Their threats and warnings for her to stay away from Gunwook cast a dark cloud over the budding connection between them. (Y/n), burdened by the escalating pressure and fearing further repercussions, started to distance herself from Gunwook.

Gunwook, oblivious to the external turmoil, couldn't help but notice the change in (Y/n)'s demeanor. The once vibrant atmosphere during their tutoring sessions began to dim, replaced by a palpable tension. He sensed her growing reluctance to engage in conversation or share the small moments of camaraderie they had developed.

One day, after a particularly strained tutoring session, Gunwook decided to address the elephant in the room. "Hey, (Y/n), is everything okay? You seem... different lately. Is there something on your mind?"

(Y/n) hesitated, her eyes betraying a mixture of emotions—fear, frustration, and a hint of sadness. "It's nothing, Gunwook. Just personal stuff. I think it's best if we don't spend too much time together."

Gunwook's heart sank at her words. He felt a growing sense of confusion and hurt, not understanding what had caused this sudden change. "But we're friends, right? If something's bothering you, you can talk to me. I want to help."

(Y/n) bit her lip, torn between the desire to confide in him and the fear of putting him in a difficult situation. "It's not that simple, Gunwook. I appreciate our friendship, but I need some space right now."

As (Y/n) distanced herself further, Gunwook couldn't shake the feeling of loss and confusion. He pondered over their interactions, wondering if he had unintentionally done something wrong. The realization hit him like a wave—the growing distance wasn't just about external threats; it was also about (Y/n)'s own internal struggles.

Amid his contemplation, Gunwook found himself acknowledging a feeling he had been avoiding—a budding crush on (Y/n). The realization added a layer of complexity to the situation, leaving him torn between respecting her need for space and a longing to understand and mend what was broken.

Feeling a heavy weight on his chest, Gunwook decided to confide in his best friend, Jeonghyeon. As they sat in their favorite hangout spot, the atmosphere was more somber than usual.

"Hey, Jeonghyeon, can we talk?" Gunwook began, his usually confident demeanor replaced by a hint of vulnerability.

Jeonghyeon nodded, sensing the gravity of the situation. "Of course, Gunwook. What's on your mind?"

Gunwook took a deep breath before delving into the complexities of his feelings. "It's about (Y/n). I can't shake the feeling that something's wrong, you know? She's been distancing herself, and it hurts."

Jeonghyeon listened attentively, understanding the weight of unspoken emotions between friends. "What do you think is going on?"

"I don't know. She keeps saying it's personal stuff, but I feel like there's more to it. And, Jeonghyeon, I think... I might have a crush on her. The thought of losing our friendship is tearing me apart," Gunwook admitted, a vulnerability in his eyes that Jeonghyeon hadn't seen before.

Jeonghyeon studied his friend for a moment before responding. "Gunwook, it's tough when feelings get involved. But if you care about her, you need to give her the space she's asking for. Maybe she's going through something she's not ready to share yet."

Gunwook sighed, acknowledging the wisdom in Jeonghyeon's words. "I know, but it's just so frustrating. I want to help her, be there for her, but it feels like she's pushing me away."

Jeonghyeon offered a supportive nod. "Sometimes, people need time to figure things out on their own. It doesn't mean she doesn't value your friendship. And as for your feelings, well, that's a whole other challenge."

Gunwook nodded, appreciating his friend's understanding. "I just don't want to lose her, you know? She's become an important part of my life, and the thought of not having her around... it hurts."

Jeonghyeon placed a reassuring hand on Gunwook's shoulder. "Give it time, Gunwook. Things have a way of working themselves out. And if (Y/n) is a true friend, she'll appreciate your patience and understanding. Just focus on being there for her when she's ready to open up."

As (Y/n), Mun Junghyun, and Ji Yunseo settled in for their planned movie night at Ji Yunseo's place, a subtle tension lingered in the air. Mun Junghyun noticed (Y/n)'s distant expression and exchanged a concerned glance with Ji Yunseo.

"Hey, (Y/n), everything okay?" Mun Junghyun asked, sensing that something was amiss.

(Y/n) hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering between her two best friends. Finally, she took a deep breath, deciding it was time to open up about the challenges she had been facing.

"Guys, there's something I need to tell you," she began, her voice tinged with a mix of frustration and vulnerability. "For the past two weeks, I've been dealing with confrontations from the so-called Gunwook fan club girls. They keep telling me to stay away from him, and it's been really getting to me."

Mun Junghyun and Ji Yunseo exchanged surprised glances before offering reassuring expressions. "Why didn't you tell us about this sooner?" Ji Yunseo asked, concern evident in his voice.

(Y/n) sighed, "I didn't want to burden you guys with my problems. But it's been affecting me, and I thought it was time to share."

Mun Junghyun shook his head. "We're your friends, (Y/n). You're not burdening us. We're here for you."

Ji Yunseo nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. Confrontations like that can't be easy to handle alone. What do they even have against you?"

(Y/n) shrugged, frustration evident in her expression. "I don't know. Maybe they think I'm getting too close to Gunwook or something. It's been affecting our friendship too. I've been distancing myself from him to avoid any more trouble."

Mun Junghyun's eyebrows furrowed. "That's not fair to you or Gunwook. You shouldn't let those girls dictate your friendships. We'll figure this out together, okay?"

(Y/n) smiled gratefully, feeling the weight of her secret lifted by sharing it with her friends. "Thanks, guys. I appreciate your support. It just feels good to have someone to talk to about this."

As the movie night continued, the trio enjoyed the company of one another, finding solace in friendship and the shared understanding that they were there for each other through the highs and lows of high school life. 

Jeonghyeon's steps faltered as he caught snippets of the heated argument between the girls. The jealousy and resentment directed at (Y/n) became evident, and he couldn't help but connect the dots with the strained situation between her and Gunwook.

Curiosity mixed with concern, Jeonghyeon decided to approach the source of the commotion discreetly. As he rounded the corner, he saw the group of girls, the same ones who had been confronting (Y/n), engaged in a heated discussion. Their expressions ranged from frustration to anger, and their words were laced with resentment.

"Can you believe Gunwook is spending all his time with her? It's like she's taken him away from us!"

"Yeah, and now he's hardly even acknowledging us. It's all because of that stupid girl!"

Jeonghyeon frowned, realizing the extent of the animosity towards (Y/n). He discreetly continued toward the library, his mind racing with thoughts about how to address the situation.

Entering the library, he found Gunwook and (Y/n) engrossed in their tutoring session. The atmosphere was tense, the unspoken rift between them palpable. Gunwook's concern mirrored the unease he had witnessed in (Y/n) during their movie night.

"Hey, guys," Jeonghyeon greeted, trying to keep his tone casual. "Mind if I join you for a bit? Just need a break from the chaos outside."

Gunwook nodded, grateful for the distraction. "(Y/n), is that okay with you?"

(Y/n) forced a small smile, "Sure, the more, the merrier."

As they continued the session, Jeonghyeon subtly probed the dynamics between Gunwook and (Y/n). The unspoken tension in the room was undeniable, and he couldn't shake the feeling that the external pressures were taking a toll on their friendship.

After the tutoring session, as they left the library, Jeonghyeon turned to Gunwook with a knowing look. "We need to talk, man. About (Y/n) and what's going on. It's affecting both of you more than you realize."

Gunwook sighed, the weight of the situation evident in his expression. "I know, Jeonghyeon. I just... I don't want to make things worse for her."

Jeonghyeon placed a reassuring hand on his friend's shoulder. "Sometimes, facing the issue head-on is the only way to resolve it. Let's figure this out together."

Jeonghyeon carefully recounted the overheard conversation to Gunwook, detailing the jealousy and resentment the girls harbored toward (Y/n). As the words sank in, Gunwook's expression shifted from anger to a deep concern for (Y/n).

"I had a feeling it was something like that," Gunwook muttered, clenching his fists in frustration. "Those girls have no right to make (Y/n) feel this way. She's done nothing wrong."

Jeonghyeon nodded in agreement. "It's definitely unfair, but we need to handle this carefully. Confronting those girls directly might make things worse. Let's focus on supporting (Y/n) and figuring out a way to ease the situation."

Gunwook took a deep breath, his worry for (Y/n) evident in his eyes. "I just hate seeing her like this, Jeonghyeon. She's been pushing me away, and I don't know how to help her."

Jeonghyeon offered a supportive pat on Gunwook's shoulder. "We'll find a way. Maybe it's time to have an open conversation with (Y/n), and let her know we're here for her, no matter what. She might need to know that she's not facing this alone."

The two friends contemplated their next steps, knowing that addressing the issue required a delicate touch. They decided to approach (Y/n) together, offering her a safe space to share her feelings and concerns.

Later that day, they found (Y/n) in the school courtyard, looking lost in thought. With a shared glance, Gunwook and Jeonghyeon approached her.

"(Y/n), can we talk?" Gunwook asked gently, concern etched on his face.

She looked up, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions—surprise, apprehension, and a hint of gratitude. "Sure, what's up?"

"We've noticed that things have been tough for you lately," Jeonghyeon began, choosing his words carefully. "We overheard some things, and we want you to know that you're not alone in this. We're here for you."

(Y/n) hesitated the weight of the situation apparent in her eyes. "I... I appreciate that, but I don't want to drag you guys into my problems. It's my mess to deal with."

Gunwook shook his head. "You're not alone in this, (Y/n). Whatever you're going through, we want to help. And those girls have no right to treat you this way."

With a moment of silent understanding, (Y/n) finally let down her guard, opening up about the struggles she had been facing. The trio found a quiet spot in the courtyard, the beginning of a conversation that would not only bring their friendship to a new level but also set in motion a process of healing and understanding. Little did they know that facing the challenges together would strengthen the bonds between them, paving the way for a resolution that would redefine their high school experiences.

Gunwook's emotions swirled within him as Jeonghyeon shared what he had overheard. The anger at the unjust treatment of (Y/n) by the jealous girls, coupled with worry for her well-being, fueled a determination to set things right. As he headed home, a plan began to take shape in his mind—an attempt to mend the strained situation and ensure (Y/n)'s comfort and peace of mind.

That evening, Gunwook sat down with a pen and paper, drafting a thoughtful message to (Y/n). He wanted to address the elephant in the room, acknowledge the challenges they were facing, and assure her that he valued their friendship. The goal was to provide her with a sense of support and understanding, letting her know that she wasn't alone in navigating the complexities of high school life.

The next day at school, Gunwook sought out (Y/n), aiming to catch her before the tutoring session. He approached her with a sincere smile, hoping to convey his genuine intentions.

"(Y/n), can we talk for a moment?" Gunwook asked with determination in his eyes reflecting his commitment to resolving the issues at hand.

(Y/n) looked at him with a mix of surprise and curiosity. "Sure, Gunwook. What's on your mind?"

Gunwook took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. "I've noticed things have been difficult for you lately, and I want you to know that I'm here for you. Whatever you're going through, I want to help. Our friendship means a lot to me, and I don't want you to feel burdened because of it."

He handed her the carefully crafted note, hoping that the sincerity behind his words would come through. (Y/n) read the message, her expression softening as she absorbed the genuine concern and support expressed in each line.

"Gunwook, I appreciate this," she said, her voice genuine. "I've been dealing with some challenges, and it means a lot to know that you care."

As they headed into their tutoring session, a subtle shift in the atmosphere hinted at the beginning of a resolution. Gunwook's commitment to supporting (Y/n) and addressing the underlying issues marked a significant step towards healing the rift that had formed between them.

The meeting between Gunwook, Jeonghyeon, Mun Junghyun, and Yunseo took place at their usual hangout spot after school. The atmosphere was a mix of determination and concern as they gathered to discuss the situation involving (Y/n) and the escalating tensions with the Gunwook fan club.

Gunwook initiated the conversation, his frustration evident. "Guys, we need to do something about this. (Y/n) doesn't deserve to be treated this way, and it's affecting her and our friendships."

Jeonghyeon nodded in agreement. "I overheard the fan club girls talking. They're spreading rumors and making (Y/n) feel isolated. We can't let this continue."

Mun Junghyun clenched his fists, his protective instincts kicking in. "They've crossed a line. We need to put an end to this, for (Y/n)'s sake."

Yunseo, usually the voice of reason, spoke up, "We have to be careful about how we handle this. Confronting them directly might make things worse."

As they brainstormed ideas, little did they know that the Gunwook fan club was having their own meeting. The atmosphere in their gathering was less civil, fueled by jealousy and resentment.

"(Y/n) is ruining everything. We can't let her take Gunwook away from us," one girl asserted, her frustration echoing the sentiments of the group.

Another chimed in, "We need to make it clear that he's ours. We can't let some nobody come in and steal him."

As they plotted their actions, (Y/n) found herself unwittingly thrust into a confrontational situation. The animosity in the air escalated, and the clash between the two groups seemed inevitable.

Back at their meeting, Gunwook and his friends strategized, considering how to approach the situation without exacerbating the tensions. They acknowledged the need to support (Y/n) while finding a way to address the fan club's actions.

"We should let (Y/n) know that we're here for her, that she's not alone in this," Jeonghyeon suggested.

"And maybe we can talk to some teachers or the school counselor about it," Yunseo added. "They might be able to intervene in a way that ensures everyone's safety."

The group agreed on a plan of action, each member contributing ideas to navigate the delicate situation. They were determined to support (Y/n) and put an end to the toxic environment created by the fan club.

As the two groups unknowingly prepared to face off in the complex landscape of high school dynamics, the fate of their friendships, alliances, and the resolution of the ongoing conflict hung in the balance. Little did they anticipate the twists and turns that awaited them in the days to come.

As Yunseo and Junghyun were on their way home from the meeting with the other boys, their phones dinged, indicating they received a text. It was from (Y/n), “I won’t be coming to school for a few days,” was all the message said. 

The abrupt and distressing message from (Y/n) sent shockwaves through the group chat, immediately grabbing the attention of Mun Junghyun and Ji Yunseo. Concern etched across their faces, they urgently responded to (Y/n), seeking more information about the concerning situation.

"Hey, what happened? Are you okay?" Mun Junghyun typed, his fingers racing over the keyboard in his anxious attempt to get a response.

The reply from (Y/n) came in the form of a chilling photo—her bruised legs laid bare for them to see. It was a stark visual representation of the pain she had endured, leaving Mun Junghyun and Ji Yunseo speechless for a moment.

"Y/n, this looks serious. Where are you? We need to help you," Yunseo typed, his concern palpable in his words.

But (Y/n) remained unresponsive, leaving the two friends with a growing sense of urgency and helplessness. Mun Junghyun's mind raced, considering the gravity of the situation and the need to support their friend.

"We have to do something. We can't just stand by," Mun Junghyun said, determination in his eyes.

Yunseo nodded, his worry deepening. "Let's go to her place. Maybe she needs someone to talk to, or we can help her get the support she needs."

With a shared sense of purpose, Mun Junghyun and Yunseo decided to act immediately. They grabbed their jackets, exchanged hurried glances, and left for (Y/n)'s place, hoping to provide comfort and assistance in whatever way they could.

As they navigated the darkened streets, their minds raced with questions about what could have led to (Y/n)'s injuries and the unsettling silence in her responses. The night held an air of uncertainty and concern, and the fate of their friend hung in the balance.

Little did they know that the events unfolding that night would unravel a web of challenges, bringing them face-to-face with the harsh realities that sometimes lurk behind the veneer of high school life. The strength of their friendship would be tested, and the bonds they forged in the crucible of adversity would determine the days ahead.

Junghyun's quick decision to reach out to Gunwook amid the urgent situation proved to be a pivotal move. Gunwook, upon receiving the message, felt a surge of adrenaline and concern. Without a second thought, he rushed out of his house and sprinted towards (Y/n)'s residence.

The urgency in his steps mirrored the worry in his heart. He arrived at (Y/n)'s house before Mun Junghyun and Ji Yunseo, his mind consumed by the possibilities of what could have happened to her. The air was tense with the unknown, and Gunwook's thoughts raced as he approached the front door.

He knocked anxiously, the echoes of each tap resonating through the quiet night. After what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open, revealing (Y/n)'s tear-streaked face. Gunwook's heart sank at the sight of her distress, and he didn't need words to understand the gravity of the situation.

"(Y/n), what happened?" Gunwook asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

(Y/n) looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and relief. "I... I didn't know who else to turn to."

Gunwook gently placed a hand on her shoulder, offering a comforting presence. "You don't have to go through this alone. We're here for you."

In the quiet embrace on (Y/n)'s doorstep, Gunwook couldn't help but let the weight of his emotions surface. The concern for (Y/n), combined with the turbulent events of the night, had stirred something within him that could no longer be contained.

As Gunwook held (Y/n) in a gentle hug, he seized the moment to share a vulnerable truth. His whispered confession carried the weight of his feelings, a revelation that went beyond the complexities of the night and into the depths of his heart.

"(Y/n), I... I care about you more than just as a friend," Gunwook confessed, his voice low and sincere. "I think I'm in love with you."

For a moment, (Y/n) was frozen in surprise. The admission caught her off guard, and she felt a rush of emotions—shock, warmth, and a fluttering sensation in her chest. The revelation made her heart race, and a blush tinted her cheeks as she processed the significance of Gunwook's words.

"G-Gunwook, I... I didn't expect... I mean, I never thought..." (Y/n) stammered, her words trailing off as she grappled with the unexpected confession.

Gunwook gently pulled back, his eyes searching hers for any sign of discomfort or reciprocation. "I understand if this is too much, especially with everything going on. I just needed you to know."

(Y/n) met his gaze, her own eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. "Gunwook, I... I appreciate your honesty. It's just a lot to process right now."

Sensing (Y/n)'s discomfort he released her from the embrace, and Gunwook swiftly withdrew, giving her the space she needed. The air between them held a subtle tension, a delicate dance of emotions playing out in the quiet of the night.

As Gunwook stepped back, (Y/n) surprised him by seeking out the warmth of his embrace once again. The unspoken connection between them spoke volumes, a silent acknowledgment of the complexities they were navigating—both as friends facing external challenges and as individuals grappling with newfound emotions.

Gunwook's arms enveloped (Y/n) once more, the hug carrying a different nuance this time. It was a shared understanding—an unspoken agreement to navigate the uncertainties together, hand in hand. In the quiet exchange of comfort, the weight of the night's events seemed to momentarily fade, replaced by the reassurance that they were not alone in facing whatever lay ahead.

In the quiet intimacy of the moment, with (Y/n) nestled in Gunwook's embrace, the weight of the night's events seemed to find solace in the connection they shared. The subtle sound of (Y/n)'s sniffling revealed the emotional toll the evening had taken on her.

Sensing her need for comfort, Gunwook held her close, his embrace offering a reassuring haven. As (Y/n) looked up from his chest, their eyes met in a shared understanding that transcended words. In that vulnerable exchange, (Y/n) conveyed a depth of gratitude and connection.

Then, unexpectedly, she leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Gunwook's cheek. The soft press of her lips had an immediate effect on Gunwook. His heart skipped a beat, and a blush tinted his cheeks, catching him off guard. The unexpected tenderness of the gesture added a layer of complexity to the already charged atmosphere between them.

"(Y/n)..." Gunwook began, his words trailing off as he navigated the swirl of emotions within him.

(Y/n) offered a small, watery smile, her cheeks tinged with a hint of embarrassment. "Thank you, Gunwook. I needed this tonight."

The arrival of Mun Junghyun, Jeonghyeon, and Ji Yunseo added a somber note to the already charged atmosphere. As they gathered, (Y/n) recounted the horrifying events that had unfolded earlier—how the girls from the Gunwook fan club had physically assaulted her, pushing her down a staircase at school.

The room fell into a heavy silence as Gunwook, Jeonghyeon, Mun Junghyun, and Yunseo absorbed the gravity of (Y/n)'s revelation. Anger simmered beneath the surface, and concern etched across their faces as they grappled with the harsh reality of the situation.

"(Y/n), why didn't you tell us sooner? We could've done something to help you," Mun Junghyun exclaimed, his fists clenched in frustration.

(Y/n) sighed, her eyes reflecting a mix of pain and resignation. "I didn't want you guys to get involved. It's my problem, and I thought I could handle it on my own. But tonight... I couldn't bear it anymore."

Gunwook's jaw tightened as he exchanged a knowing look with Jeonghyeon. The unspoken agreement in the room was palpable—they needed to address the escalating situation and ensure the safety and well-being of their friend.

"We can't let this slide. Those girls need to be held accountable for what they did," Yunseo asserted, his usually calm demeanor replaced by a steely resolve.

Jeonghyeon nodded in agreement. "We should report this to the school authorities. Physical assault is not something to be taken lightly."

Gunwook, his expression hardened, spoke with determination, "I won't let them get away with hurting you, (Y/n). We'll take the necessary steps to ensure they face the consequences of their actions." As the group huddled together, a collective decision was made to address the assault formally. 

Underneath the morning sunlight, Gunwook walked alongside (Y/n), their footsteps falling into a rhythm that echoed the unspoken understanding between them. The events of the previous night lingered in the air, and as they strolled towards the school, the conversation inevitably turned to the heartfelt confessions and the unexpected kiss.

"(Y/n), about last night..." Gunwook began, his voice reflecting a mix of uncertainty and sincerity.

(Y/n) looked at him, a soft smile on her face. "Gunwook, it's okay. I appreciate your honesty, and I needed that comfort last night. It meant a lot to me."

Gunwook nodded, grateful for her understanding. "I just want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what."

(Y/n) paused, her gaze thoughtful. "And I want to be honest too. I'm not sure what I feel for you yet, but I'm willing to give us a chance. Last night made me realize that there's something special between us, and I want to explore that."

Gunwook's heart skipped a beat at her words, a mix of joy and anticipation flooding his senses. "I'd really like that, (Y/n). Let's see where this takes us."

As they continued their walk to school, (Y/n) took a small, deliberate step, carefully intertwining her fingers with one of Gunwook's larger hands. The simple gesture spoke volumes, a silent affirmation of the connection they were exploring and a gentle declaration of the willingness to let their bond deepen.

Gunwook felt a warmth spread through him at the touch, a subtle yet profound reassurance that they were in this together. He gently squeezed (Y/n)'s hand in response, a silent acknowledgment of the shared path they were embarking upon.

The sun cast a golden glow on the horizon, and the world seemed to slow down for a moment—a moment of shared vulnerability, hope, and the subtle magic that comes with the discovery of something new and precious.

As they approached the school gates, hand in hand, the unspoken promise lingered in the air—a promise to navigate the uncertainties, support each other through challenges, and embrace the joy of unfolding emotions. 

The entrance of Gunwook and (Y/n) into the school did not go unnoticed, especially by the infamous fan club. Murmurs and glances followed them as they walked hand in hand, and the disapproving stares intensified as the news of their connection spread like wildfire.

As the fan club members gathered the audacity to approach the new couple, Gunwook's expression shifted from the usual calm demeanor to stern determination. He positioned himself protectively in front of (Y/n), sending a clear message that their actions were unwelcome.

The leader of the fan club, her frustration evident, stepped forward, "What's the meaning of this, Gunwook? Why are you with her?"

Gunwook's voice carried an undeniable authority as he addressed the group. "Her name is (Y/n), and she deserves to be treated with respect. I won't allow any harassment, and I expect you all to leave us alone."

The tension in the air escalated, but Gunwook's resolute stance and firm tone left no room for negotiation. He had drawn a line, not only defending (Y/n) but also asserting his right to make his own choices.

(Y/n), though taken aback by the confrontation, stood beside Gunwook, feeling a mix of vulnerability and gratitude for his unwavering support.

The fan club, realizing that Gunwook was not to be swayed, reluctantly backed off, casting resentful glances at the new couple. As they dispersed, the hallway returned to a semblance of normalcy, but the ripple effects of the confrontation lingered.

Gunwook turned to (Y/n) with a reassuring smile, squeezing her hand gently. "Don't worry. We'll face this together."

The exhilaration of exam week finally coming to an end had (Y/n) racing through the school corridors, eager to find Gunwook and share the news. Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and relief, the anticipation building as she sought out her boyfriend.

Spotting Gunwook in a quiet corner of the school, (Y/n) couldn't contain her joy. With a burst of energy, she rushed toward him, her emotions bubbling over. In an impulsive moment of elation, she jumped up, wrapping her arms around him and planting a big kiss on his lips—their first kiss.

Gunwook, initially surprised by the sudden display of affection, quickly embraced the moment. A smile played on his lips as he reciprocated the kiss, the shared joy and accomplishment making the moment even more special.

When they finally broke the kiss, (Y/n) couldn't help but gush, "Gunwook, I aced my exams! I couldn't have done it without your help."

Gunwook grinned, his eyes reflecting pride and happiness. "That's amazing, (Y/n)! I knew you could do it. I'm so proud of you."

The shared success not only marked the end of a challenging week but also solidified the bond between Gunwook and (Y/n). Their journey, from the uncertainties of the fan club confrontations to the shared study sessions, had brought them closer, and the sweet victory of acing the exams became a celebration of both individual achievements and the strength of their partnership.

As they walked hand in hand, the school corridors seemed brighter, echoing with the shared laughter and the triumph of conquering challenges together. Little did they know that this milestone would be just one of many they'd celebrate on their journey—a journey filled with shared victories, the warmth of mutual support, and the joys of navigating the complexities of high school life as a united couple.

[pomplalamoose]

can we get some hc’s for being dilf!lukes work wife pretty please 👀💗

a/n: for inclusivity's sake this is written for a gender neutral reader so everyone can enjoy <3

Hiiiii dear anon!!! Thank you so much for your request🩵

I'm not going to lie though, I found it somewhat difficult to think of Dilf!Luke with a work spouse due to his past and the way I generally like to imagine him to be.

But the concept really intrigues me and I have some ideas, so let's make some specific adjustments for this post to work:

• Dilf!Luke's first wife never died

• in fact he was never married to begin with

• his child is the result of a happy relationship which eventually ended in mutual agreement

• (otherwise he'd never allow himself to grow close to someone in a way like this)

• generally he's a slightly more positive version of himself, especially when compared to my other posts

On the other hand, here are some things that didn't change:

• he's always polite and hospitable, though keeps a distance between himself and everyone else

• a little bit intimidating with how he carries himself

• comes across as stern, though not as strongly as he does in my other posts

• even here I do not mention what kind of work it is he does, except that the two of you work together. I think it's fun to let everyone fill in the blanks with what they'd like best :)

• so imagine the first weeks at a new job: the new surroundings, hours, daily routines, tasks, co-workers...

• possibly you're one of the youngest among them as well and feel a little bit out of place, struggling to fit in among the already established relationships of your colleagues

• it's a lot and you find yourself wishing for someone to take you under their wing, even if it's just for the very beginning

• someone who looks out for you

• someone to have lunch with, to sit beside in meetings

• someone who takes time for you, to patiently answer any questions that might arise

• and maybe, if you're being honest, it's not just anybody you're hoping will do so

• handsome Mr. Skywalker, or Luke, as he introduces himself, works in the room just across the hall from yours, often brightening your surroundings simply by existing

• the most horrible day tends to change into a good one as soon as you catch a glimpse of his remarkable eyes or his private smile directed just at you

• a coincidental meeting by the coffee machine, on the stairs or in one of the many elevators is ways an event you think back to in the evening

• before you know it you're developing a major crush on him and, honestly, how could anyone not feel drawn to him?

• his looks

• his obvious kindness

• to the way he greets you by name when you clock in, his voice still a little bit rugged from sleep

• quickly it becomes your sole mission to catch his attention at least once a day, if even for the tiniest amount of time, just the smallest of interactions

• (you'd happily keep him company for hours on end if that's what he wanted but for now you'll take anything you can get)

• if only it weren't for a little problem

• (not to mention the rather obvious age difference)

• what you were already suspecting becomes a disappointing reality once you start to get more included by your other coworkers

• "he's generally well liked but sadly keeps to himself most of the time"

• "we already tried to get him out of his shell"

• "I see the way you look at him and believe me, many of us have been there.", a very nice elderly lady tells you

• "It's better to get him out of your head, my dear"

• "he's not one to seek out friendships or... other connections at work"

• and while you know they're probably right, that you should put your focus elsewhere, your thoughts can't seem to leave the mysterious older man alone

• like, you didn't even try!

• and so, more or less undeterred by your colleague's words, you make it a habit to include Luke into your work day

• after all there is no harm in being nice

• and no harm whatsoever in maybe flirting a little bit

• it does take him quite a while to warm up to you, though eventually, slowly, his careful kept distance wavers

• it starts without you realizing it at first but then, one morning, a steaming mug of your favorite tea/coffee sits on top of your desk to greet you

• (he's definitely a person to remember small things only mentioned in passing)

• maybe you don't connect the dots right away, still too tired to think properly

• and for a while you're confused, left to wonder; you can't even remember telling anyone about your favorite drink

• when you DO though and peek your head into his room to thank him, his response isn't more than a slightly amused expression that makes your stomach flutter

• sure this will have happened the first and only time, you try not to get your hopes up until small, colorful sticky notes appear in the files he returns to you

• they're often hidden, not to be spotted immediately, showing hand drawn smiley faces or fun little doodles

• and sometimes, when you're lucky, sweet messages written in Luke's familiar handwriting

• (those you treasure the most)

• suddenly, during lunch breaks, you often find yourself in the same spot in the park nearby (maybe intentionally so, maybe not) and end up spending them together

• during small talk that soon turns to more in depths conversations, you learn he likes to bake

• faced with your excitement it's not long after that he'd bring a batch of freshly made cookies with him just for you

• it'd definitely become a regular thing too, with him even trying out new recipes to ask your opinion and being super happy when you like them

• I think this is the point where, going forward, you'd only grow closer over time, eventually reaching that stage where it makes sense to call him your work husband

• he'd recommend books or movies to you, maybe music as well, that he thinks you'd enjoy and likes to hear about what you think he should try in return

• if you're currently learning a new language he'd memorize a few phrases to surprise you with simple greetings or compliments

• (alternatively he doesn't need to and would casually mention that he is in fact fluent, offering to practice with you)

• he'd like to surprise you with litte things to put on your desk

• maybe a fun plant, some cute organizers or, his favorite, completely obscure and very unnecessary trinkets he came upon on random that made him think of you

• on days that he knows will be particularly stressful, he brings in a few pretty flowers for you

• sometimes they're bought, sometimes he picks them on his way through the park, sometimes (very rarely), though he'd never admit to it in front of you, they're stolen out of someone's garden

• when you need a break he covers for you, no questions asked, seamlessly stepping into your role and everyone's way, keeping the others off your back

• during team celebrations, he ensures you get the best piece of cake or the best seat, or whatever it is you want at that moment

[maagicmushies]

I think I'm just gonna post my thoughts on every hxh's character's nen and how they aid their individual stories because it's really fun to talk about and these thoughts are constantly bouncing around my head.

killua's is probably the best execution and cleanest cut case of this. Nearly every character who sees Killua use his electricity based abilities instantly become heartbroken realizing what this means. This little boy is familiar enough with the sensation of electricity that he can just replicate it. It's an extension of his training as a Zoldyck assassin, but it's very possible that he was put through worse tests than anyone else in his family due to his incredible potential and right to the family name. Killua's story is about unlearning the toxic behaviors so deeply ingrained into the Zoldycks as a whole and while it is sad, this ability to control electricity is his first step onto that path. It takes something that was constantly used to hurt him and transforms it into something that serves him.

In my opinion, that alone would be good enough writing to justify the ability, but through Greed Island and the Chimera Ant arc it just gets more interesting. Killua gets to refine this electricity control into two more specific techniques, Shock Palm and Thunderbolt. You'd think "Oh, he's an assassin, so these are flashy kill moves like the Chidori from Naruto", but both have consistently shown to do nothing besides stun. Killua can't kill people with these, either because of low power output or because of a subconscious limiter born out of his desire to escape his family. Provided, Killua does still kill people in the Chimera Arc, but to do so he has to always rely on Zoldyck abilities. It's always his claws, the Yo-yo or any of his assassination techniques. To kill is to constantly go back to being a Zoldyck while using his electricity is outright defying their programming. The non-lethal aspect of these abilities also show how much Killua begins attaching his worth to Gon at this point in the story. In contrast to all the utility that a quick stun provides, Gon for most of the story can't do anything besides land killing blows. Killua has just as much potential as Gon, if not even more, he could have come up with something just as destructive, but chooses not to because both in HxH and in Killua's eyes, Gon is the main character and Killua is just happy to be a piece of Gon's story.

This move from being an obedient facet to the Zoldycks to an obedient facet of Gon's life isn't as healthy as it initially seems. Gon treats him much nicer (for now), but it doesn't solve the core issue that Killua doesn't any sense of self worth, he doesn't think he deserves to live for himself. As sad as it is, he can't overcome the trauma of his family without also overcoming this dependence on Gon and removing Illumi's needle is a necessary step in this. This is why I love Hunter x Hunter. Illumi's needle is magic. I mean it's nen, but nen is magic by another name. However, instead of just being a cool setpiece that facilitates well choreographed action, HxH's use of supernatural powers is so intertwined with the characters, often being blatantly metaphorical. When Killua removes Illumi's needle, he is literally forcing his brother's influence out of his brain and able to think for the first time without his family's judgement clouding any of his thoughts. You could have a scene like this in a show without any supernatural elements, but there's just something about the sudden tangibility of these mostly emotional moments that feels right.

The removal of Illumi's needle sets the stage for Killua's ultimate technique - Godspeed. Godspeed: Whirlwind is a big "fuck you" to Illumi's needle. Killua, who once ran away from Pitou, uses it to fearless stare down Youpi. Whereas Illumi's needle suppresses all of Killua's fighting spirit in the face of a stronger opponent, Whirlwind suppresses his inhibitions, allowing his body to move without the limits of the brain. It would be a perfect capstone to his story but we aren't done just yet. Godspeed: Speed of Lightning lets Killua take control of this newfound power of Godspeed and use it for... Whatever he wants to. We see it briefly at the end of the Chimera Ant arc, but it gets a ton of focus during the next arc where it is crucial to Killua escaping with his sister Alluka. It's only because of this journey he got to go on that he does something he should have done for a very long time, it lets him be to Alluka what Illumi should have been to him. At this point, Killua is self actualized, he know what he wants to do with his life. He doesn't want to just mindlessly drift along to Gon's whim, he wants to see the world and let his sister see it with him. That self actualization is Speed of Lightning, all of his power wielded selfishly for the first time in his life. He deserves it.

[aroace-poly-show]

I couldn't stop thinking since your post about wxs parents, or more specifically the tenma parents, bc they actually interest me a lot

Because like, the tenma mom DOES actually come up sometimes in saki and tsukasa's side stories and an area conversation. And not just the fact she taught them to play piano, i mean more familial situations. She even appears by herself and it's usually when they're at the house and she seems really sweet and caring actually

And also whenever Tsukasa brings her up (which he seems to do more often than Saki? Or at least from the stories I've read, i might be wrong) he speaks of her in a way that seems quite fond and might imply that she is around at the house at least usually

In contrast, though, the tenma dad almost NEVER comes up. Like the only time I remember him being mentioned (that is NOT about tsukasa bringing up That Show they watched as kids or the family visiting saki at the hospital bc that's obvious they're there) was once in the hinamatsuri event about how he bought the doll stand and some helmet when they were little? smth about how he impulse buys things

And that was it. He didnt even appear

He's never actually appeared by himself at the house or any side story to my knowledge (do correct me if I'm wrong) and he doesn't SEEM to be around the house on a daily basis at all

Even in the past when tsukasa stayed at home alone it was tenmama he got calls from, at least the one they showed us

Tenpapa's job is also never mentioned unlike tenmama's. And like tenmas are implied to be at least somehow recognisable or respected of a family, or at the very least by people like the Aoyagis since they are always stated to hold them in such regard, but is it just about tenmama playing the piano? Or maybe there's smth more about the dad that we don't know?

He's just. Such an enigma. We barely have any crumbs. Even in that image of baby tenmas seeing a show for the first time from the beginning of wxs main story shows a little bit of tenmama, like we can see her hair and all, but we can only see tenpapa's hand

It's just... where is he?? At work? What does he do?? Why don't they talk about him that much??? Why won't they show him in side stories??? Am I reading too much into it???

He makes me so mad pls Sega tell me more about the tenma family im insane about them

ANYWAY sorry for writing almost an entire post in your asks it was supposed to be shorter but I accidentally spiralled deeper

Anyway tsukasa and saki definitely love their parents and at the very least the mom seems like a rly caring and overall present person in their lives. They never say anything bad about the dad either if they ever do. They seem like good parents overall. The whole tsks neglect thing, yes, of course it wasn't a good decision to leave him alone at home, but it doesn't make them bad. Tsukasa never even mentioned anything that could imply he holds it against them and ik he is stupidly forgiving sometimes and sometimes forgets about himself but still. You get me. Besides we don't really know the extent of it all so shsuhd

We just need more tenma lore dammit

do not apologize for long asks they make me very happy to read :3

i didn’t know all that abt tenmamom though!!! i practically never read side stories so. yeah no wonder i missed her fjbsjdbajdn

sega please give us more tenmadad content. or any at all really…..

and yeah!!! i can understand wanting angst but the tenmas are genuinely a happy family and they make me happy :3 i don’t think of his parents as bad even with tsukasa’s childhood bc like, it wasn’t something they wanted to do yk. doesn’t mean what happened with tsukasa wasn’t Bad ofc. either way i love the tenmas. sega can we get more tenma lore. please

[shesthedream]

Before, Forever, and After - Chapter 2

Aaron Hotchner x fem!OC (Anya Decker)

Summary: Agent Decker is a phenomenal agent. She has been through hell and back and is unwilling to open her heart. But what happens when Agent Decker’s case lands in the BAU’s hands? What happens when it is decided that she is an asset to the team? And, most importantly, what happens when she meet the unit chief?

Series cw: canon topics, killers, hostages, rape mention, torture, scars, nightmares, flashbacks, slow burn, mentions of eating and body insecurity, yelling

Chapter cw: canon topics: killing, crime scenes

a/n: Sorry y'all! Posts will be super untimely and sporadic :(

Any suggestions, pls let me know <3. I'll do my best to get back into a groove and start writing again.

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"Nothing more than the essentials," Hotch told Rossi. And it was true. Just the basics. It's not like they would be working with her for that long anyways. Right?

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The team made their way back to the BAU. Upon their arrival, Decker was all set up in the conference room, with a file in front of each person's seat. It was beyond them how she had gotten there first, let alone having enough time to set up. She even got the TV up and running, something that everyone usually relied on Garcia to do. She was looking through her files as she waited for everyone to file in.

"In London, women in their mid 20s were being stalked for 4-5 days before being kidnapped. The unsub seems to bring them into his fantasy and when it is broken, or he gets bored of them, he kills the woman. He has repeated this cycle multiple times and how it's happening here in the Philadelphia area."

"Does he torture them?" Prentiss asks.

"No, not particularly. We don't think that's something he likes to do. Only to get them to listen to him. He has a very specific M.O. so we know it has to be him."

"How long have you been investigating this?"

"A few months; we haven't seen anything concrete until recently. We drew up a profile and most of the evidence should be in your files. It's a good amount to look through so I'll leave you to it. I'll make sure the rest of the evidence is brought up."

As she leaves the room everyone looks at each other and then at their files. Decker starts talking once again as she comes back up.

"The working theory we have right now is something that he couldn't control brought him to the states."

"It makes sense. He has to move, gets upset, and starts doing worse with his victims." Reid says observing the files of the most recent victims.

Before anyone else could speak, Hotch spoke up. "We should get going and debrief the rest on the plane. Wheels up in 30. Decker, my office for a second."

With that everyone begins to disperse and Decker follows Hotch into his office.

"Thank you for taking on this case..." Decker starts.

"Of course. Where are you working right now?" Hotch asked clearly knowing the answer.

"I just bounce around to help where I'm needed and take up any operations that can use my help and skill set."

"At the BAU, we work as a team and-" Hotch starts, but Decker promptly cuts her off.

"I don't think it's appropriate for you to insinuate that I don't know how to work in a team just because I don't work on a team often, Agent Hotchner. If you don't have anything else to say besides doubting my abilities as an agent, I'll be going." And with that, she was out the door.

Hotch took a deep breath. Just one case, he reminded himself.

As they boarded the jet, everyone started bouncing theories off of each other.

"Is there any chance this could be a pair?" JJ just threw it out there as a possibility.

"No this is one guy doing it." Decker responded.

"How do you know that?" Hotch asked, and not in a very kind tone.

"He has a fantasy; it's clear. He moved from a different country. I'm not denying the possibility that he has a family, I'm just saying that he doesn't have a partner-"

"We should consider all possibilities now that we are working the case."

"Agent Hotchner. I have been working on this case for the past few months. I know what I'm talking about. If you don't think so, you're welcome to start at square one and rework your way to my conclusion, wasting precious time while doing so." Decker sternly shut him down and went to sit at a seat in the back of the plane with her files.

Once they all landed, everyone piled into the SUVs and made their way to the precinct.

"Hi, I'm Agent Decker, and this is the BAU team. Where can we set up?" She didn't bother beating around the bush and got straight to the point, leaving everyone else behind her.

"Ok JJ and Morgan begin interviewing families as they come in, Prentiss, Decker, and Reid get set up and stay in touch with Garcia, and Rossi and I go to the crime scene-" Hotch began as Decker stated to set up.

"No offense Agent Hotchner, but I'll be going to the crime scene. I've seen the rest of them anyways." It was clear to all the members of the team that Hotch was getting pissed whenever Decker would try to change something or not go by what he said. He took a deep breath in and a deep breath out and followed Decker out the door.

Once they made it to the crime scene, Decker immediately started poking around. She was looking for something.

"What are you looking for?"

"Just the usual. I want to see if he got worse or changed how he's operating. We're waiting for him to get sloppy. Maybe this is it." Decker replied to Rossi as she kept looking.

As she was walking, Hotch followed behind her. Suddenly she stopped and he ended up right behind her. She was staring at the ground.

"What?" Hotch asked.

"He spent time here. Look at the ground, no prints... more time means more mistakes. There must be something he left behind." She walked around the house, weaving through all the rooms when she finally spots something.

[edwin-stanley-pines]

Dad told me I could do whatever I wanted on my phone as long as I'm not interacting interdimensionally. So I'm gonna do just that. Hello, Internet!!!

[BIG IMPORTANT MOD NOTE DO NOT SKIP THIS UNLESS YOU WANT TO POTENTIALLY GET BLOCKED]

[hey folks. due to some recent discourse in some fellow gf rp blogs, id like to make one thing clear: i. am. human. i have a life outside of tumblr. i have a life outside of rp. i cannot always rp when you want me to. if you try to make me, you will be blocked and reported. i will not hesitate. i will not hesitate to block anyone who is rude and demanding. im still in high school. i am a minor. i do not have the time to be online all the time. thank you for understanding. now on to the rest of the pinned post :3]

[mod note: i finally figured out where in the timeline this blog falls!! this blog takes place a year after weirdmageddon]

Interdimensional Family AU is an AU where, during his travels in the portal, ten years before it's reopened, Ford somehow ends up adopting a child.

Edwin is a shapeshifter, but not the same species of shapeshifter as the one in the show. His species, roughly translated into English, is called the Inkaguri, so named for their ink-like true forms. The Inkaguri, when born, can only shapeshift into one species of their choice. Once they pick, they can only shift between that species and their true form. This species is endangered, only because they tend to pick large, dangerous species to shapeshift into and make themselves bigger targets.

One day, Ford is wandering through a random dimension when he's attacked by a huge beast. He kills it fairly quickly, and it changes from the huge monstrosity that it was to a puddle of colorful goop that's beginning to lose its color. Curious, he wanders into the cave it came out of. In the back of the cave, he finds a shallow, egg-shaped puddle. Beside the puddle, looking as though it just crawled out, was a tiny version of the same ink-like creature outside. It looks up at him, they stare at each other, and then this tiny, newly hatched Inkaguri shifts into a human baby.

Thus Ford became Edwin's father because he killed Edwin's mother. He was... not very excited at first.

[edit: heres the story behind edwins bill!!]

[bills reference! (i used pawborough.com for the reference, art does not belong to me)]

[edwin keeps bill in his coat. dont ask where. thats just where bill is. i promise he has room in there. dont ask how.]

[inkaguri code! edwin will now occasionally speak in inkaguri!!!]

[child bill liam reference! he baby]

Edwin talks like this in his human form.

He talks like this in his true form.

(BILL TALKS LIKE THIS WHEN TALKING TO EDWIN. NO ONE ELSE CAN UNDERSTAND THIS. PLEASE, ANONS, PRETEND YOU CAN'T FOR THE SAKE OF THE ROLEPLAY.)

Ford speaks like this when he occasionally makes his appearance. He will not make one often.

"Ford speaks like this over the phone. He will appear like this more often than he will in person."

Liam talks like this. He's gonna be around more than Ford. He's also soft-spoken, so he rarely yells.

[mod talks like this]

[cyeli-no]

4ggravate Pre-Proposal (Pt. 1)

—where it's just three Dendro fools simping over Cyno and wanting to have a perfect proposal for him

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Part 2: 4ggravate Pre-Marriage: Doubts post

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Dehya and Candace are some of the first to hear about the decision because Al-Haitham, who became close to the duo throughout his time in the desert and with Cyno, wants to respect his culture in the proposal. It seems disrespectful to forego his background and his family when asking for Cyno's life and dedication.

Dehya is unrelenting with her teasing, offering help disguised as friendly banter. He nearly regrets telling her when it turns out Candace is the one to offer the most help. She gives him a few traditions common throughout the desert, but the Temple of Silence does not share the same customs as she does.

She tells him how Cyno once mentioned how suitors will gift jewelry made of gold and gems during the engagement. The proposee's family usually receives a dowry of some type, too. Between giving the dowry and presenting the gifts, a marriage contract is written. Typically, it is between the father and the suitor, but the individual is often included.

"It is not for permission, necessarily." She clarifies when she watches the frown begin to form on his expression, eyebrows tightening. The memory of Cyno's reaction when he realized how deeply the former sages mistreated and used him rests heavy in their minds. At least she can verify how much Al-Haitham truly cares. "In the end, it is up to the individual to accept the proposal and make adjustments to the contract. Simply, it is acknowledging the important of our families."

Al-Haitham does pause for a moment in deep contemplation. "Yes, that makes sense." He ends up deciding on, though Candace offers him a small smile.

She shakes her head, "You may not understand them completely, but I'm glad you care to know about our traditions." He takes it as the sign of approval that it actually is.

He leaves with Dehya, who smiles contently throughout the entire walk back. She tells him a bit about their traditional wedding rings and wedding celebration customs before admitting, "Knowing Tighnari, I suspected it wouldn't be a desert wedding. At least now, it'll be like bringing the desert to him."

Al-Haitham rejects that notion instantly. "We cannot bring the desert to him. I know nothing of the desert and all I have come to learn was brought by Cyno himself. It would be a mockery to do anything besides welcome what he brings." Dehya's eyes blink shut as they pause in their journey. She can feel the familiar heat against her skin and the smell of the desert winds.

"You've thought about this a lot, hm?" She teases lightly, his completely honest affirmation making her grin, "Good." She says something in a dialect Al-Haitham does not quite understand. He can understand a few vague phrases, but she explains it to him without being asked once she finishes, "It is an old prayer. May your future together be filled with happiness and love that even when you reach the afterlife, you will traverse those unknown lands together."

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Tighnari and Kaveh are quick to agree to the idea. Truth be told, they both wanted to do something for Cyno and were debating something similar. Luckily, it truly felt as if everything was perfect for them. Al-Haitham and his endless pockets could definitely afford the dowry (though Cyrus' actual acceptance might be a bit more difficult to get with his outright disdain for his darshan), Kaveh works on designing the jewelry himself, and Tighnari works on creating simple (maybe a bit more detailed than the ones Dehya described) rings for all four of them.

When they go to discuss their plans to propose with Cyrus, Al-Haitham is prepared to give an entire presentation. Tighnari takes over before Kaveh's stressed rants can start and before Al-Haitham says something that might make them lose Cyrus' good graces.

Cyrus frowns when they ask if they are allowed to propose to and to marry Cyno. "Asking me to give him over is quite the archaic request." He muses.

It is Kaveh who answers this. Tighnari and Al-Haitham may be more logical, but Kaveh is intently attuned to his emotions and the emotions of others. He knows Cyno and his desires well, "Cyno respects your opinion and would be hurt if we did not try to include his family." He pauses for just a second to gather his bearings. He doesn't want to bare his entire heart to his soon-to-be father-in-law (hopefully), but he knows the man respects honestly as much as his son. "Cyno always makes sure the memories of our families are a priority. As one of the only living relatives he has, your blessing will mean a lot to him... and to us as well."

Cyrus is not a man of few words. He has spoken at length about jokes, the main reason Cyno tries them to lighten the mood. Still, the air constricts Kaveh as he simply stares at the architect with a frown. Cyno might be scary to some, but his body becomes rigid under the intense staring of the General's father. However, he will not avert his eyes. He knows discomfort well and knows, as his throat tightens and nearly chokes the air out of his lungs, that the comfort and love of Cyno is worth every second.

"You are good kids." Cyrus finally nods at Kaveh and Tighnari. Kaveh's entire body eases at the affirmation, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth in relief. He nearly misses how the man warily eyes Al-Haitham for a moment before he shakes his head with a low chuckle. "As long as Cyno is happy, my blessing is yours." It's a needless threat, Cyrus knows, but he feels better nonetheless.

("Do they make you happy?" He asked his son when the eventual topic of his partners came up.

In hindsight, it was quite a strange question to ask because the answer was so obvious. "Do I seem unhappy?" The younger man asked, the confusion answered by a fond smile.

Cyrus has always been better at expressing his love compared to his two top students. He ruffled Cyno's hair lightly, "No. I just want to know how they treat you."

Cyno nodded, accepting the explanation completely. "They love me," those three words were enough to ease Cyrus' heart, "more than anyone else can.

"And I love them the same.")

"Another word of warning." Cyrus mentions as they are leaving his house, "Lisa Minci will not allow you to marry him if you do not invite her to the engagement."

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They, heeding Cyrus' advice, tell Lisa, Collei, Nahida, and Nilou. At one point, Tighnari gets worried they are telling too many people before even asking Cyno to marry them.

Al-Haitham just says, "They're family," and that's that.

Family, Tighnari echoes, when Collei runs up to hug him in her excitement. Family, he smiles, as Lisa smacks Kaveh lightly for waiting so long to ask the question. Family, he accepts, as Nilou and Nahida offer their help with wedding planning or support if they ever need it.

Family, he wishes for, when Cyno meets them for dinner with a bright smile, "I'm home." He glows despite the days of work coating his skin in dirt.

"Welcome home, love." Tighnari welcomes him closer and showers him with all the adoration he has been holding onto in the pits of his heart in anticipation of tonight. Tonight, to the world, they will become a family in every sense of the word.

Family, Tighnari learns, comes with the heat of the desert without any of the burning discomfort.

He cannot completely understand the clear discomfort and stress showing on the faces of the other two. They all know Cyno; he who is more devoted than anyone else will definitely say yes. And if he doesn't, he is nothing but kind. There is no world where they will be rejected cruelly.

The question hangs in the air, Cyno's eyes wide in surprise as he scans the three as if checking them for honesty. "Really?" It is a crime how soft his voice is. It is uncommon for him to be uncertain and it aches Tighnari's heart.

"We wouldn't ask if we weren't serious." It is a bit sassier than it needs to be, but his voice is firm to scare away his doubts.

It must do the trick because a breathless huff escapes him. Kaveh worriedly steps closer as garnet eyes glisten under the flickering candlelights, "Cyno—?"

"Yes." He answers them, and the gentle laugh that is slightly clogged by the tears welling in his eyes is the loveliest sound. "Yes..."

The second time is enough to rip Al-Haitham out of his stupor to reach out and catch Cyno's face in his hands. He presses a kiss to the top of the General's head, sighing away his stress, "Good."

Kaveh nearly shoves the man aside in his haste to hug Cyno. The latter's laughter fills the air as Kaveh falls onto his lap, "Sevens above, I adore you." He says, planting kisses on his cheeks.

Cyno can't get a word in as Tighnari's tail curls around his arm, dragging his attention to the side. Whispering against his ear and affectionately nuzzling him, "We're yours forever."

Forever... Forever sounds lovely.

[asherlockstudy]

Hii, i just want to start of by saying that i absolutely love reading all you'r posts about rhett and link, and i find them so intriguing and entertaining to be honest( the amont of times i squealed reading it..😅). And i don't want you to take this the wrong way, But that being said, as much as i would LOVE for them to actually be together, and like maybe one day thay would announce and tell us that they are together, and have been together, i just don't think it'll ever happen😭… Becuse of one simple reason. they can not handle or tell that big of a lie.That is it.

I mean did you see how big of a deal they were making about rhett dying his beard in the latest ear biscuits? Like who cares, well, apparently thay do. I'm just saying that if something that simple can make them feel that they should tell us about it, becuse as link said" it feels ingenuine" "it feels like you'r hiding something" and when he was daying his hair it was the same thing, he stopped cause he felt like he was lying.. idk i just think it's something worth considering at least..

I understand what you are saying. However, it’s the very same things that make me draw quite opposite conclusions.

Because, what can you conclude about a person’s psychology or their real life circumstances, when they compulsively think that dying their greying hair makes them a liar? When they think it means “they’re hiding their true self”? Besides, Link was not very accurate in saying he thought he was lying to the viewers. We knew he was dying his hair, he was open about it from the very beginning and Rhett was cracking jokes at him for greying early all the way back to the first seasons, when his hair was dyed black.

It wasn’t that he was hiding from us that he was greying. Letting himself go grey openly was rather a personal, introspective project of letting himself be himself without fearing negative judgement, which of course has further psychological implications. But whatever they do, they do it in baby steps. Just because he has his natural hair colour now, it doesn’t mean he has worked out everything that may have been disingenuous in his life or preventing him from being his true self. I don’t think that analogy would work very well in this case.

Don’t forget that they hid perfectly their super conservative Christian background for about 8 years. They came clean about lying for as many or more years about how their first encounter and first years of friendship went down. We did not guess from Link’s typical energetic happy demeanour that his daughter underwent a very serious risky spinal cord surgery until way after it was done successfully. We had no idea Rhett was half blind for about a year until Rhett chose to speak about it after it had healed. Rhett has also confirmed recently that there are things (apparently big) that have happened in his life which he has no intention to ever share whatsoever.

They definitely do lie and they keep a lot of stuff hidden from their audience. (And it’s their right.) My point is, they’re absolutely capable of doing it and will do it, even if they do not enjoy doing it, particularly Link. The hair reference is not a good analogy because there is no comparison to what could be at stake for a hair colour reveal (essentially nothing) and what for other much bigger revelations.

But Link’s whole arc these last two years at least has been that he often calls Rhett out for keeping them both from revealing the truth. The latest example was the “If you openly love something, tell the world, tell the world, tell the world. I like open love. Shameless.”

But once again Rhett acted the fool.

[lifeonthemurdersim]

Ardens Aeturnum- Chapter 1: Castitas Fandom/Universe: Ghost (band) Characters/Pairing: OC x OC AO3 Link(full tags, warnings etc here) Word count: 1,805 words Synopsis: "Whatever burns, burns eternally..." Author's Note: This fic is comprised of a collection of little moments from Dante (@nocturnal-bishop's OC) and Cadence(my OC)'s time at the ministry together. Only Chapter 1 is part of GKtober, the rest will be uploaded on AO3 and possibly on @chase-the-music. More about Gorekinktober on my pinned post here! Kinktober prompt(s) used: Wax Play Goretober prompt used: N/A

MARCH 2020

Drip. Gasp.

Drip. Gasp.

Drip. Gasp.

Hot wax drips ever-so-slowly from the flaming end of a wide black candle in the Bishop's hand onto the Advocatus Angeli's back. Not an unusual pasttime for the two of them at all. Dante recalls it from as far back as their first night spent together. He knows how much the other loves it. He loves it too.

Cade's hair is tied up in a messy bun on top of his head, revealing his smooth, toned back covered in copious spots of wax already. They take longer to cool on him than anyone else Dante's done this with. Such a beautiful man. It's funny how arguments between the two often devolve into this. But how could Dante ever resist the way this little fireball melts under his touch?

His gasps and hisses of pain are so soft, subtle, yielding, so contrary to the disgruntled comments he was making throughout the Papa's anointment ceremony. Dante's not surprised that left him in a bad mood, but he's not opposed to providing a distraction. It's not like he hasn't needed the same at times.

"F-faster..." Cade urges, shifting his shoulders a little. "Please..."

"I'm sorry darling, I can't control the speed at which the candle burns." Dante teases lightly. Cade lets out an unusually frustrated growl into the pillow in front of him.

"Dante, please!" he replies.

"You seem to have lost the ability to talk back now, gattino." he comments of the other's begging.

"Shut uuuuup..." Cade whines, startling the taller man somewhat. He frowns down at him, but he's not overly offended considering he knows he's presumably only out for punishment.

"Oh dear, perhaps not." he replies, tutting at him and flicking the candle hard, delivering a larger splash of wax which has Cade cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, suddenly breathing a lot more heavily, while Dante too draws in a deep, aroused breath.

"Closer, closer, bring it closer!" Cadence urges, and it's... strange. It's not the hazy, soft murmur he lets out when he's in so much pleasure he can barely speak. It's hard, angry, still very much the tone he had when they were arguing and it leaves Dante a little... concerned.

"...Cade?" he asks, actually raising the candle up a little so the melted wax remains at the top.

"More... harder... closer... more, please, Dante!" the other insists, his voice cracking with the desperation. While that sweet begging would normally stand to urge Dante on all the more, it's something he's used enough to hearing to know that right now it actually sounds... extremely off. He places the candle back in it's holder, bending down slightly beside the bed and turning the younger man's face to look at him.

There's pleasure in those hazel eyes, yes, and anger too, but there's also a tremendous amount of hurt. Not physical pain, but pain Dante heavily suspects he's trying to counteract with physical pain. "You're... not OK, are you?" Cade doesn't look away, he holds his stare but looks on the verge of breaking into tears. "Aspera." Dante says softly.

"I didn't say it." Cade replies in a quiet, choked voice.

"I'm saying it." Dante says, pulling him up and into a tight embrace. At first Cade tenses up further, but then his body softens and begins to shake as he starts to sob against Dante's shoulder. "Idiota..." he scolds gently. "Don't ever use me to hurt yourself." Cade nods against his shoulder.

"I'm... sorry..." he replies. "Just... it's everything at once, Copia being anointed and... and my dysphoria's been really fucking bad recently and... and I... I haven't been sleeping well at... at all..."

"It's OK." Dante assures him, stroking the back of his neck and letting him speak.

"I'm... worried that I'll lose my job b-because I won't be needed anymore." Cade continues. "And I've... I've really started to love it here, Dante!" The fact he's so passionately upset about this is actually heartbreaking.

"You're an excellent asset to the Ministry, Cade." he assures. "The Clergy all agree your role here is secure."

"Really?" Cade sniffs, leaning back a little to look him in the eyes, arms still draped over his shoulders. Dante's not used to seeing him looking this vulnerable, not in a platonic sense anyway. "I... kind of thought maybe... no-one liked me."

"Your role is divisive by nature." Dante points out.

"Think I'm divisive by nature." Cade suggests.

"Perhaps... it's a little of both." Dante agrees with a fond smile. "But the Ghouls like you a lot now you've come out of your shell." he reminds him. "The Papa likes you too, even if he's loath to admit it."

"I find that hard to believe." Cade mutters, but Dante suspects that deep down even he knows it.

"And not to overinflate my significance." Dante finishes, putting a hand to his bare shoulder. "But I think I like you most of all."

"...Why?" the Advocatus asks, some genuine bemusement in his expression. "I... I've been such a dickhead to you!" Dante chuckles slightly but shakes his head.

"Never more than I could bear." he assures. He feels he's very much responsible too, he knows he's found it hard to control his temper at times. "I know we've had our differences, Cade." he points out. "But you're passionate, dedicated, loyal..." His hand slides from Cade's shoulder up his neck and to his face, where a very slight smile is breaking at his kind words. "You've been there for me through some of the hardest times of my life." His thumb slides across the other's cheek. "Despite all we've been through, I have to say, you're still my closest friend here."

"Dante..." Cade says with a soft, affectionate look in his eyes, bringing his hand up to rest against Dante's. It's a look he recalls well from the other man when they first became friends. It's less common now. He misses it. "I feel the same, I..." He looks down and sighs. "I just wish we weren't so in opposition professionally sometimes."

"We don't have to be." Dante tells him softly. "Not anymore."

"What?" Cade looking back up at him curiously. "In... what sense?"

"I no longer have to ready the Papa for his role, from this day forth I merely protect him." he reminds him.

"Oh... right... and... I don't need to challenge his suitability..." Cade realises in response. "Only everyone's loyalty to the Ministry."

"Precisely." Dante agrees, nodding slightly. "So unless you have doubts about me in that regard..."

"Never!" Cade interrupts with another slight laugh. "You're like... the most dedicated person I know!" Dante smiles. "Wow, you're right, we can just... go back to the way we used to be." He looks to the side, smiling to himself a little. "Well... almost..." Dante gazes at him for a moment, but can't easily ascertain what he means by that.

"...Why almost?" he questions, unable to avoid the curiosity. Cade gives him a slight grimace; the kind of look that suggests he knows this is awkward but intends to go through with it anyway.

"Look... Dante... erm..." he begins, taking the hand that's on his face back down to rest against his thigh, holding it in hus more fully. "While we're sort of starting anew, I... I want to confess something. I've dropped hints before but..." He takes a deep breath. "When you were with... well... OK maybe not really with..." he rambles, glancing at Dante and then seemingly restarting his sentence entirely. "There was a time... before things became so complicated between us..." He pushes his bangs off of his face. "Fuck, I'm just going to bloody say it. I used to be in love with you."

Dante looks at Cade. He looks entirely serious, and Dante is... somewhat shocked. Because the truth is, he did suspect that back when they'd only been friends for a few months, Cade's feelings for him weren't at all platonic. He was never the most subtle with it, after all. Dante had been attracted to him too, in a way that extended beyond mere sex if he was completely honest. He guessed in the back of his mind he saw Cade's feelings the same as his; an initial infatuation that would fade with time.

Because Terzo was his absolute world back then. Cade could have given him anything and everything, in fact maybe at times he tried to, and still the fact he liked him rather a lot would have never been able to compare to his love for the now late Papa. "You... did...?" he asks slowly.

Cade nods. "Tried to tell you, too..." he says with an embarrassed laugh. "The shit you always tease me about."

Ti amo. He'd said ti amo, and Dante had assumed he was mistranslation rather than ask, because... well maybe because he didn't want to hear it. Didn't want to have to let him down. Because he'd liked the way things were, he supposed. The same reason he'd let the incontestable flirting and the closeness and eventually the sex happen in the first place. "I'm... so sorry if I hurt you..." he murmurs softly. Cade shrugs.

"They do say all's fair in love and war." he replies. "I could have ended things at any time but I chose to take every moment I could with you." Dante exhales softly, not quite a sigh but very close to one, squeezing the other's hand tight. There's something so lovely about Cade that he's not sure most people appreciate.

"You are... telling me all this in the past tense, yes?" he asks curiously.

"Oh, one hundred percent." he assures hastily. "I mean, don't get me wrong, you're amazing, Dante. I'm never going to stop admiring you, you're an incredible friend and... well I'm all for us continuing to mess around together every now and again because you're hot as fuck." He shakes his head, letting out a soft laugh. "But I don't think I would put myself through all of that again."

"Yes, that's... understandable." Dante replies with a slight nod, giving a polite smile back. It makes perfect sense of course. So... why does he feel almost... disappointed?

"I do love you though, Dante." Cade says fondly, smiling. "Ti voglio bene." Dante smiles slightly despite his mixed feelings.

"The "o" in "voglio" is... a little longer." he advises him a little uncertainly. "Ti voglio bene, Cade." he repeats with the correct pronunciation.

"Right." Cade says. "I'll work on it." He looks at Dante a moment more, and then pulls him into a tight embrace. "Thank you." he says earnestly against the Bishop's neck.

"You're very welcome." Dante replies. But with the unease that's stirring at the centre of his chest... he's really not so sure he is.

End note: honestly super excited to continue this in November/December 😊

[xxsycamore]

"𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘, 𝙽𝚞𝚗𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎?"

🎂🎉NAPOLEON BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION 2023🎉🎂

Greetings, fellow Napo-lovers! Our favorite sleepyhead's birthday is right around the corner, so I put together a little celebration, both for content creators and non-content creators alike!

The rules are simple: Every day from the beginning of the month to Napoleon's birthday, August 15th, I'm going to post a question for you to answer in your preferred way - via reblog, reply, or by making your own post tagged #napoleon birthday celebration. Every three days, the theme changes - and each theme is a prompt that you may use for all your creative needs. Don't be afraid of being late to the party - there are no deadlines here!

Standard rules for content creators under the cut. There you can also find a typed list of the questions and prompts.

Have fun celebrating our ex-emperor's birthday!~

DAILY QUESTIONS POSTS: [Day 1] [Day 2] [Day 3] [Day 4] [Day 5] [Day 6][Day 7][Day 8][Day 9][Day 10][Day 11][Day 12][Day 13][Day 14][Day 15]

any form of art is welcome! sketches or fully rendered art, ficlets or multichapter fics, collages and edits, everything you can think about!

you can choose between using the standard prompt, using the dialogue line, or using them both.

Rating, Genre, Pairings, etc. are all up to you! So is the interpretation of the prompts. If fluff is where your heart takes you for prompt 2 [NOT ALONE], then do that - if you'd rather make it angsty, that's more than alright! :) Make sure to put content warnings where needed!

there will be no masterlist for this challenge. Which means, no deadline - don't stress over the posting days and don't be afraid to be late. This is all about appreciating Napoleon, after all, and it's always the right time to do that!

Don't stress over completing the whole challenge, you're perfectly fine participating with just one work - and for that matter, you can also create multiple ones if you have more than one idea. They also don't have to be in order!

If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to reach out!

DAILY QUESTIONS AND PROMPTS:

PROMPT ONE, Aug 1-3 : NAPO STYLE "Should I go out like this more often?"

AUGUST 1ST    ----> What is an accessory/item that Napoleon carries around that stands out for you?

AUGUST 2ND   ----> In Modern AU, how do you think Napoleon would dress?

AUGUST 3RD   ----> If you could change anything about Napoleon's design, what would it be?

PROMPT TWO, Aug 4-6 : NOT ALONE "Thanks for enjoying my company."

AUGUST 4TH   ----> Which suitor is closest to Napoleon, and who do you wish interacted with him more?

AUGUST 5TH   ----> Besides his eagle Jupiter, what other pet would suit Napoleon?

AUGUST 6TH   ----> If you wanted to get closer to Napoleon, what would you do?

PROMPT THREE, Aug 7-9 : SKIN-DEEP "I guess this is just who I am."

AUGUST 7TH   ----> What, in your opinion, is the emotion Napoleon feels the strongest?

AUGUST 8TH   ----> How does Napoleon manage stress? How would you comfort him?

AUGUST 9TH   ----> What can make Napoleon act out-of-character?

PROMPT FOUR, Aug 10-12 : HABIT "Do I really do that?"

AUGUST 10TH  ----> What can make Napoleon wake up on time for once?

AUGUST 11TH  ----> We know Napoleon loves crepes, but what flavor?!

AUGUST 12TH  ----> Does Monsieur de Wahaha have a charming or an annoying laughter?

PROMPT FIVE, Aug 13-15 : LIONHEART "Because you showed me what love is."

AUGUST 13TH  ----> What is Napoleon's love language?

AUGUST 14TH  ----> How far would Napoleon go when fighting for his love?

AUGUST 15TH  ----> What is Napoleon's perfect idea of celebrating his birthday?

[skaruresonic]

Your latest post about Sonic reminded me that apparently Pariah has joined the "Sonic has always been inconsistent" crowd, and he used this clip: https://www.tumblr.com/randomthefox/749471225809666048

But... What is the logic here? So the Classics were more lighthearted (except CD I guess) and the Adventure games were comparatively edgier, with their anime style and more serious stories. That is a change in direction, for sure. Let's even say they are two different "artistic perspectives". But to the point where you'd call them two different Sonics, the same way Boom Sonic is different from Modern Sonic?

I think "Sonic has always been inconsistent" has completely lost its meaning. The series has evolved in tone to match the times (Sonic was far from being the only videogame series who got more serious in the 2000s), but that doesn't mean Sonic became a different character in every game he starred in.

To be quite honest, I don't think it ever really meant anything to begin with. When you drill down to the bedrock of the sentiment, you'll find more often than not that it's just another thought-terminating cliché people trot out when they have no other way of elaborating themselves, because they always act like the claim is self-evident and not subject to scrutiny. Like how "Shadow mandates" are used to explain any and all poor Shadow portrayals. It's not a claim anyone can say has substance because all folks seem to use it for is to say "Sonic games bad."

They don't really provide examples of inconsistency because those examples don't exist on a diegetic level, just on an artistic or a marketing one, at most. Can't say I've ever seen a Sonic game where Sonic turns into a gun nut, lol.

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But... What is the logic here? So the Classics were more lighthearted (except CD I guess) and the Adventure games were comparatively edgier, with their anime style and more serious stories. That is a change in direction, for sure. Let's even say they are two different "artistic perspectives".

I wouldn't even say that. SA1 takes heavy influence from the Classics. The divide between Adventure and Classic is not as deeply drawn as folks seem to think.

I feel like if you really zoomed out and tried to obtain the most holistic picture of the franchise possible, you'd see the series, for all of its ups and downs and all arounds... Really isn't that inconsistent.

The Adventure era is touted as serious business, but folks forget that some of those games could get goofy as shit, and Heroes is not an outlier in this regard. Even uber-serious '06 can get silly at times, what with missions to rescue beloved dogs being placed alongside "save the princess" as equally important objectives, and janky physics that make me want to hurl my controller across the room.

Likewise, the Classic era had moments of serious storytelling not in spite of its cartoonish aesthetic, but because of the power of its environmental storytelling.

Besides, if most of the confusion re. the series' "inconsistencies" can easily be cleared up by disregarding spinoff material (which includes the comics), can it really be said that it's the games made by ST that are inconsistent? Or would it be more accurate to say it's the external understanding of Sonic which fluctuates over time?

To be clear, I'm not trying to turning this into yet another JP vs. Western Sonic debate, because frankly, that doesn't matter. Not when the folks looking from the outside in refuse to see what's plainly there.

Also, think about it this way: if Sonic has always been inconsistent, then you're saying Sonic never had a coherent identity to begin with. Which means the argument rests on a self-contradiction. Either:

A.) you (general you) have to acknowledge that consistency once existed in the series in order to allow yourself enough berth to argue for a change in direction of the era of your choice... thus disproving the entire premise of "Sonic was always inconsistent,"

or B.) you need to apply the "inconsistent" label to every era, including the ones you prefer, thus rendering every "Sonic needs to go back to [XYZ] era" argument nonsensical. Because Sonic might as well build a new identity instead of appropriating old ones that, according to the argument, failed.