#but i feel that ah this is probably how gene wanted it to be.

[banqanas]

@lemonsoursalt replied to your post:

I’m a very casual generations fan so I don’t have any strong feelings about Mandy’s graduation but the fact that nothing is happening today is weird. I don’t know how LDH manages graduations but if someone decides to graduate from FANTASTICS (whom I love more than any other artist) and we don’t even get a one last live of all members together to say goodbye, that would be heartbreaking. I feel for generations fans. At this point, it seems like the goodbye is a bitter one for many members.

I think the last graduation of EXILE member was Kuroki Keiji's on 2022. EXILE was currently on tour so that was his last performance and they streamed the last concert where fans everywhere were able to see Keiji perform and hear his graduation speech.

Just like everything regarding Mandy's graduation, everything seemed pretty rushed and unexpected.

During the press conference, the members have mentioned that they were going to be working individually until June, so I guess it was impossible for them to cancel whatever work they had lined up and organise something on the scale Keiji's graduation was.

Personally, I too was hoping for a livestream at least

But i think this is something both gene and the fans have understood. I didn't see any Dreamers making hashtags or posts wishing for Mandy. None of gene's official SNS accounts made any sappy graduation posts to say goodbye or to make fans reminisce their memories with Mandy. and i think thats what they wanted. for Mandy's graduation to just be a quiet affair and not a spectacle

[neuvistar]

ate marie (is it ok for me to call you that) ano po yung thoughts mo sa mga genshin dads

- pinoy anon

❝ GENSHIN PAPAS ?! ❞ childe, thoma, neuvi, wrio, itto n kaveh x fem!reader cw. some mentions of pregnancy | small a/n. hello again pinoy anon :3 ++ ofc! u can call me that, always ❕GENSHIN PAPAS… sige wait lang.. i think the best dads would probably be!!!!! (list natin yng mga dilfs guys)

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄

AH YES OF COURSE. THE NUMBER ONE FAMILY GUY. childe being on this list is not surprising considering the fact he’s (canonically?) a family man, he loves his siblings n u can’t tell me he wants his own children too :(( he probably has 3-4, a big family just like his own! he really does try his best to balance his occupation and his job as a husband and father, he knows what he does isn’t really what parents would do but he’s a good dad regardless :(( he makes sure his work doesn’t get in the way of his love for his young ones

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀

i think thoma would be one of the best fathers, i mean.. HAVE YOU SEEN HIM. he’s so sweet guys 😭☝️ i think he’s a stay at home dad, cooking delicious meals for his exhausted wife and cute little babies <3 thoma is most definitely a family typa guy… i’m calling it rn he has abt 3-4 kids (waw) :3 the first time u had given birth 2 ur first child his heart immediately melted into hot chocolate, he was SOOOO happy and so damn emotional :((( he’s such a good papa n u know that all too well, you married such a good man :,)

𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄

neuvillette again with either 4-5 little dragons who look just like him 😋 i feel like neuvillette would be a heavily sweet father who’s also strict in his own ways, all he wants is to keep his little ones safe so you can’t blame him for being so (kinda) snappy whenever they run off somewhere :(( he loves his little ones too much he doesn’t want ANYTHING bad 2 happen to them. neuvillette already treats the melusines like his own children, so it’s no doubt he gives his dragonlings the same behaviour <3 he’s such a good dad

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘

his entire backstory just SCREAMS “best papa” and u can’t tell me otherwise. wriothesley is somewhat unexpected but i believe he wants kids of his own, maybe 2! due to how gentle and sweet he was to the little girl in his trailer AAANNND where he protected the other children in his backstory :(( wriothesley would be such a good daddy and i know that for sure, he has a soft spot for them and definitely devotes his life 2 protecting them and YOU :(( making sure they got the childhood he never had

𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎

something about this big guy just makes me go “oh yeah. he’s definitely the typa guy to have kids.” ITTO… he’s just a fun dad :(( i can imagine his little ones inheriting his oni features.. his horns, etc! they look exactly like itto atp your genes didn’t even try 2 fight LMAO but anyways, itto is such a fantastic father! not as strict as others but he’s definitely fun and lets his young ones be carefree! i know for a fact one of his oni kids r an exact a copy of him :3

𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇

like i’ve been saying for the past few weeks now, KAVEH IS SO (GIRL) DAD CODED. this man jus screams girl dad or jus dad in general n i believe in that statement FULLY. kaveh’s a busy father who tries his best to tend to your needs n his little ones! (hint, they’re all girls) his daughters look EXACTLY like him and it’s acc insane :,3 kaveh just sparks me as a typa guy who’d be a dad, he jus gives off major dad energy! since he’s sassy, i bet his daughters would be sassy too n sass him daily :3

[jinnie-ret]

ok but imagine chans sister comes to visit the boys and gets attacked by saesangs. comfort from chan as well as his own guilt that it happened?? while the boys do their best to fix everything and make it okay? my love for angsty fics is really showing damn

cold water

stray kids x reader (platonic)

genre: angst, angst, and more angst

content warnings: saesangs, violence, drowning

word count: 3.3k

summary: when chan's sister pays the boys a visit in Seoul, during their S-CLASS mv shooting, no one could have expected the day to end the way it would.

Thank you so much for this request! I've been trying to write it for the past couple of days because this idea instantly popped into my head, I hope it fulfills the angst you've been looking for!

As always, like, reblog if you enjoyed, and my asks are open for any requests you may have. And let me know if you'd like to be tagged when I post :)

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Y/N was glad to finally settle down in Seoul after her flight from Sydney. She was excited to see Bang Chan again, it had been a while as she hadn't been able to fly over with Hannah and go to their concerts, too busy with her school work. You see, Y/N always dreamed of being a director, and so when Chan had offered her to come watch them film their newest music video for their upcoming title track, S-CLASS, she couldn't deny his offer. Especially since he had promised that it would be a new experience for not just her, but for him and the rest of the boys too.

And boy was he right. If you had asked Y/N if she was going on a nighttime shoot, on a boat, in the middle of Han River, she would have laughed in your face, but her brother was big time now, and as much as she'd tease him and deny it, she was proud of Bang Chan. He even managed to get a comment along those lines from her earlier in the day.

"Y/Nnie, aren't you proud of your big bro?" Chan bounced around happily, excited for his younger sister to be staying with them, shaking her shoulders at the same time.

"Yeah, yeah," she rolled her eyes, unable to hide her growing smile as she stood in the entrance of the dorms he shared with Changbin, Han, and Hyunjin.

Speaking of, they all appeared, hearing the commotion of their leader and someone else.

"Woah, is that you, Y/N? You've grown!" Han patted her head as he greeted her.

"Not by much," she laughed, ducking away when the head pats turned into borderline hair ruffling, and no one touches her hair.

"Who knows, maybe you'll be taller than Changbinnie!" Hyunjin laughed.

"There's no way, Y/N got the small genes too, just like me and Hannah, Lucas is the only one who is tall out of us siblings," Chan sighed.

"It's so annoying. We're twins. He's got height to spare, why couldn't he give me some of it?" Y/N whined, causing Chan to laugh at her.

"Ah, join us on the dark side Y/N," Chan gestured to him and the other 2 members of 3RACHA.

"I'm in a dorm full of shorties," Hyunjin shook his head.

"Surprise, shawtyyyy," Y/N did some jazz hands, causing Han and Chan to laugh because they got the reference.

"Anyways let's drop your bags off in the spare room, then we can grab something to eat and head to the shoot, yeah?" Chan suggested as he picked up Y/N's luggage and carried it with him.

"Sounds good to me," Y/N nodded as she followed along.

Best. Dinner. Ever.

Bulgogi. Fried chicken. Kimchi. It was a proper feast. Although, the boys didn't have too much as they said they didn't want to feel bloated during the shoot, and they'd probably get some more food later. Y/N wouldn't be able to turn down that offer too, especially since her brother was paying for it all.

"So how old are you now, Y/Nnie?" Seungmin asked as she traveled with the other boys to their shoot.

"I'm 17," Y/N replied, the boys letting out noises of surprise.

"I remember when we debuted, you were only 12!" Felix gasped.

"Well, times have changed haha, it's been like 5 years, you know, you guys have been doing this for a small while now," Y/N pointed out. Of course she wasn't going to be a child forever.

"That makes me feel old," Lee Know sighs, throwing his head back against the headrest in the car.

"Well, you are the oldest one in here hyung," Jeongin patted his shoulder condescendingly.

"Yah! Our driver hyung is older than me!" Lee Know replied, turning around and staring daggers at his youngest member.

Y/N couldn't help but giggle at the interactions they had. She was glad her brother was surrounded by such good people. She knew he had found it tough before when he saw his other trainee friends debut, not fully realising how isolating that must have been until a few years ago now.

"You know, you're pretty cool, Chris," Y/N stared in awe at the boat they were about to board.

"Thanks, sis," he wrapped her in a small side hug, not teasing her this time yet still having a bashful expression on his face.

They all boarded the boat, staff, crew, members. Not realising the two suspicious hooded figures following them on and instantly hiding. In fact, Y/N thought she saw something out of the corner of her eye, jolting around so suddenly she caught the attention of Chan once more.

"You good?" he raised an eyebrow at her, looking around now also.

"Thought I saw something... it's probably nothing," Y/N brushed it off.

"It's probably jet lag," Chan guessed, and Y/N nodded along anyways. It had been a long flight over, and she was feeling her energy slowly drop. Yet that didn't stop her from eagerly trying to pick up every detail of the shoot, from the camera angles, to how many takes it took the boys on different scenes, and to other unseen aspects of the shoot.

"So let me get this right, they're going to CGI a massive octopus in?" Y/N said with wide eyes, wondering why it would be there.

"Yeah, and?" Felix shrugged.

"And Seungmin is going to dance next to it for some reason?" Y/N clasped her hands behind her back.

"So?" Han shrugged. These sorts of ideas weren't really anything out of the ordinary for them.

"That's sick!" Y/N cheered in English, making the boys jump from her sudden mood change they witnessed, thinking she was criticising what was happening at first. They now understood she was just an excitable girl.

She had been diligently taking down notes on her phone the whole time, taking photos also. The crew had been worried at first that she'd reveal spoilers for the filming, but Chan reassured them all that Y/N was a good kid and she wouldn't do anything like that.

"Hey, Chris, is there a toilet on here?" two girls crouched on a lower part of the boat heard Y/N ask her brother. Of course they recognised the girl when they snuck on earlier. They were fans before their likes turned to obsessions, so of course they knew that Y/N was Chan's sister.

"Just downstairs one and to the left," they heard Chan reply and had to hide their squeals. Maybe if they saw Y/N, they could pretend to be best friends with her and then get closer to Chan. And then, once they got closer to Chan, they could become closer with the other members too.

Delusion was a disease.

Y/N put her phone torch light on as she headed down one flight of stairs and entered the bathroom, a light flickering on instantly. She went to enter a cubicle before a bright light shined in her face and left her wincing and feeling startled.

In reality, it was the two saesang girls' best bet in getting away before they were caught. And they didn't even feel bad for what they did. It's not like they went to the extremes of using a laser.

"Ah," Y/N winced as she rubbed her eyes, but she ignored it and soon returned upstairs.

"Are you ok? You look a bit disoriented," Hyunjin checked on the younger girl as he took a break, getting his hair and clothes touched up and adjusted.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just, a bit, I don't know," Y/N didn't know what else to say. She had a bad feeling now, swearing she had heard some giggles and footsteps running away from her after she was temporarily blinded.

"Is being on the boat all too much?" Seungmin asked, feeling bad for the girl who looked dazed.

"Hey, Y/N, why don't you take a moment, yeah, I know all the cameras and lights can be a bit overwhelming," Chan came over as soon as he heard the tone difference in the voices of his group.

"Ok, I'll just be round that corner, I'm going to look out at the river," Y/N told him, receiving a satisfied nod in response as she walked off. Perhaps all she needed really was just a breather. Yes, all the set and ideas were amazing, but it was very fast paced. What happened to their song, 'My Pace'?

Y/N giggled to herself, looking out at the water before she heard people approach her from behind.

"Chris, I still need some time-"

"Ah, so you are his sister..." one of the girls, looking around 20 years old, and staring down Y/N.

"Oh, are you staff here? Sorry, Chris, umm, Chan said it was okay to come down here, but I can move if-"

"No, why don't you stay?" the other girl evily smiled.

"Well, if you're sure..." Y/N nodded and turned back towards the water, before her head was yanked back and she fell to the floor of the boat with a thud.

"Hey!" Y/N shouted, but her mouth was instantly covered.

"You're going to give us exactly what we want, isn't that right?" a harsh voice whispered into her ear with gritted teeth. But Y/N shook her head pleadingly, not wanting to be caught up in anything violent.

"Stupid!" she was slapped across the face, letting out a whimper from the pain before she was pinned to the ground.

"Listen here, you little bitch. You may think you're living the high life as Chan's sister but you've got it all wrong. Now, you're going to walk back up there with and introduce us properly to that lovely brother of yours, pretend we got lost down here, just two staff members gone missing," a girl squeezed her wrists tight as Y/N couldn't move from her position.

"Ow, shit. Get off!" Y/N struggled in their grip, feeling terrified. This is certainly not what she expected when she came to visit her brother for an innocent work experience trip.

"Do it, now," they hauled her up and pushed her back towards where everyone else was working.

"I don't have to do anything you tell me. I'll just call the police and-" Y/N bravely began as she held up her phone but it was soon knocked out of her hands, and sink into the depths of the Han River.

"Oops," a girl innocently giggled.

"Are you out of your mind?!" Y/N shouted loudly, loud enough that she would be heard by the others, particularly her older brother who was due to go down and check on her because he thought she had been taking too long.

"Some may say that," the two girls cackled maniacally amongst themselves, like it was the best inside joke in the world.

"That was my phone! It had everything on it! I need it!" Y/N shouted once more, Chan, Lee Know and Changbin's footsteps becoming more rushed now. The other two immediately joined Chan on the way when they too heard the shouting.

Y/N had a pair of hands wrapped around her throat, the other unoccupied as the owner of them smirked and simply whispered.

"Aw, you better go get it then."

In a split second, Chan and the rest of the hyung line watched as Y/N was hurled over the edge of the boat, screaming as she fell before a splash was heard.

"Y/N!!!" Chan screamed in complete and utter panic. It was dark, it was cold, and now his sister was forced to try and stay afloat in such freezing temperatures like the waters of Han River.

"Are you crazy?!" Lee Know yelled at the two girls, who were excited to see the boys, not realising the consequences of their actions.

"Y/N!!! Y/N!!! Can you hear me?!" Chan heartbreakingly yelled as he looked over the edge of the boat railings and tried to see the head of his sister pop up.

Y/N felt her airways open before she cold help it. Ice cold water, working its way through her body as it traveled to her lungs and caused her to let out muffled pleas for help, trying to swim to the surface.

"Somebody get help! Someone fell in the water!!" Changbin used his loud voice to his advantage as he signalled the emergency crew with a lifeboat to drop down into the water and try and find Y/N.

"No, no, no, I can't believe this, no..." Chan whimpered, hands clenching onto the railing so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.

"Chan, it's ok, they'll find her," Felix had come up behind him, trying to calm him down even though he himself was feeling the exact same way. All of the boys were. There was anger, there was panic, there was... grief too. Nothing had been confirmed, but the what ifs flying through everyone's minds had killed the thoughts in their brains telling them that there was still a chance.

"I can't see her!!! I can't see her!!!" Chan paced, running his fingers through his hair as he cried. He cried so hard. The members couldn't remember the last time they saw their leader like this. But he was a family man, through and through. He'd do anything to protect those around him, especially those close to him.

"Get rid of these girls!" Han lead over some staff members to the two saesangs who had been stood starstruck the whole time Lee Know cussed them out, only infuriating him more.

"Y/N!" Hyunjin tried.

"Y/Nnie!" Seungmin tried.

"Y/N!" Jeongin tried.

They all tried calling her but there was no luck so far. The boat had been deployed into the river and it had bright lights reflecting off of the water, hoping to catch sight of Y/N.

"I should have protected her! I promised her!" Chan angrily pointed out towards the water, tears continuously falling as his members wrapping him in their arms comfortingly and trying to keep him calm

"Y/N! I see her! To the right! She's there!" Lee Know yelled down at the boat operators, who quickly jumped into action as they grabbed the shivering girl, trying to make sure she was breathing as they transported her onto land, where the boys on the boat were now pulling in too.

Y/N didn't remember much of what happened. Her body slowly became more and more numb, yet it carried her to the surface of the water, where she fortunately was floating on her back. She coughed and spluttered, and it seemed to let her breathe with a bit more improvement. Or maybe it was when she was wrapped in a foil blanket, hearing shouts of her name and feeling the rocking of a boat as she was moved somewhere.

The ground felt flat. But she couldn't mistake the warmth of her brother, even in her haziness.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry this happened to you, my Y/Nnie. I won't let anyone come near you ever again, I'll protect you. Chris is sorry, Y/N," Chan cried as he held his sister tightly against him, wrapping the blanket tighter around her and not caring about the discomfort he felt from sitting down in his tight leather trousers. Tears rolled down his cheeks, the other members gathered around and looking shaken up too, hands over there mouth or a supportive hand on Chan's shoulder.

"Please, can we pause the filming? I need to make sure she's ok," Chan pleaded with the staff, who immediately and wordlessly nodded at him, feeling incredibly upset themselves at what had happened. They had seen the brightness in the girl's eyes, when she asked them questions about how things worked and why they did them.

"We're all here for you, hyung," Changbin kneeled down next to Bang Chan and wrapped an arm around his shoulder at the same time. He knew how tough Chan could be on himself, and this was going to eat him up for weeks, maybe even years.

Y/N coughed, becoming aware of her surroundings and momentarily thrashing around before a gentle voice calmed her in an instant.

"Y/N, I've got you love, I've got you yeah, you're ok, you're alive," Chan tried not to let his voice break as he squeezed her tighter in his arms.

"The, girls, pushed, couldn't breathe," Y/N spluttered, her words coming out jumbled as flashes of the situation that just happened flushed through her mind.

"Sssh, sssh, I know, I know, but you're safe now, yeah?" Chan did his best to reassure her and stop her mind from going into overdrive, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Sir, we should really call get her to a hospital, she may have secondary drowning. We can't risk anything."

Within a heartbeat Chan was nodding, medics coming over as she was lifted into the back of an ambulance, and now, instead of Y/N, he was the one who was frozen.

"Hyung, come on, you need to go with her, we'll follow behind," Felix ushered him to stand.

"She... she nearly..." Chan spoke in disbelief, not wanting to finish his sentence as reality hit him hard like a truck.

"But she didn't," Lee Know said firmly, "go with her," he pushed him towards the ambulance.

Chan sat numbly in the ambulance, hand holding his little sister's, the youngest Bahng. What would his parents say? He had failed them, failed Y/N, failed his duty as an older brother. He was so lost in his thoughts he didn't even realise they had arrived at the hospital, and Y/N seemed to be more with it than before as she was being carted out the back of the ambulance.

"No, wait, Chan, I want my brother," Y/N whimpered as he went out of her sight, trying to tell the paramedics that she needed him. The other members had arrived too but she needed only one person with her.

"Hyung, we're here now, she needs you," Jeongin drags his oldest hyung out of the ambulance towards Y/N.

Chan stayed with her until she was discharged. He had no second thoughts to any news articles that would be dispatched, or what the company would say. All that was running through his mind was family, family, family.

"Chris?" Y/N weakly said from her bed. Well, it wasn't her bed technically. It was the one that belonged to the spare room in the dorms. She laid there wondering why this had to happen to her. If it wasn't for those saesangs...

"What is it? You need something to eat? Are you in pain?" Chan fussed over her.

"It's not your fault," Y/N whispered. Her quiet words shattered something in Chan's heart.

"Don't," he shook his head.

"I know that look, Chris, just don't blame yourself. It was those girls. You didn't push me into the river," Y/N spoke quietly, trying to make eye contact with her brother but he couldn't even look her in the eyes.

"Don't talk about it!"

"Look at me!" Y/N shouted, putting all her effort into using her voice and causing her to start coughing.

This made Chan go into high alert as he sat her up and patted her back instantly, like it was habit, just as he would have done when he first held her at the age of ten.

"I need you, Chris, please don't get lost in your own head, I need you here with me," Y/N teared up, and Chan knew that she didn't mean physically being there. This was a whole other matter.

"I'm sorry, it's okay, Y/Nnie, I'm here," Chan hugged her tightly, feeling her relax.

"I can't stop thinking about it," Y/N cried, shoulders shaking.

"This should have never happened to you," Chan wiped her tears gently.

"I promise you, you will never come to any harm again, ok? Me and the boys, we'll help you recover, we'll take care of you. No one will ever hurt you again, Y/Nnie, I swear."

tagged: @skz-streamer @oo-li

[galaxiasgreen]

🐣🌱Stuck

Uncle!Ominis shenanigans with minor Ominis/Reader [T-Rated, 1.9k words]

“You owe me for this.” He spits onto the grass. “Next time we play poker, I promise to let you win.” “Oh please. Your poker face is so appalling even I can see when you’re lying."

In the middle of the night, Ominis wakes to his panicked Muggle brother-in-law Connor, whose son James is mysteriously stuck to the ceiling…

Or, Uncle!Ominis attempts to help his Muggle-born nephew.

[read on AO3]

A/N: This is just a silly drabble idea I had. Set in the same universe as ACVAS with Reader implied as Gibby, but can be read standalone. Enjoy. <3

The rock at the window wakes Ominis with a start.

It can’t be later than three o’clock in the morning, and he feels the darkness surround him – you, snoring softly to his left, the utter silence of the world outside, the chill of nightfall along his skin. He rolls over to face you and buries his nose into your hair, thinking he must’ve imagined the noise.

Clack. His eyes wrench open again. There is definitely something wrong.

Cursing softly, he slips out of bed and retrieves his wand. With a quick Revealing charm, he senses the body on the street outside, their hand wound back to toss another rock. It hits the window again before clattering into the gutter. A foolish child, maybe? Only they would think it wise to disturb his sleep.

He throws on a dressing gown and slippers and tiptoes downstairs. Hopefully his own children don’t rouse with the noise; it takes you several hours to get them to calm down and sleep. Another pebble hits the house’s wall just as Ominis clenches his wand and opens the side door.

“Ominis! Thank the Lord. Thought I’d have to break into the house.”

Confusion colours his annoyance. That’s not some kid – it’s his Muggle brother-in-law, Connor.

“Are you aware it’s the middle of the bloody night?”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Connor sounds… panicked? “Is my sister—?”

“Fast asleep. Something I would also like to be.”

He swears softly. “All right, you’ll have to do.” He claps his hand. “I need your help.”

“I gathered.”

“It’s my son, James, he…” He swallows. “He’s stuck to the ceiling.”

“So? Get him down.”

“No, Om, he… he’s stuck. As in, I try to pull him down and he just... floats back up…”

Oh.

Ah.

Connor audibly winces. “I’m trying not to panic, but since you and my sister are the resident, erm, supernatural experts I figured I should come to you before calling the fire brigade.”

Ominis massages his head. “How did you even discover this?”

“He knocked on my wall. I thought it was something clattering through the pipes – went to investigate, there he was, suspended mid-air.” He bounces between his heels. “So can you do your vanishing thingamabob and take us there? Please. He’s utterly terrified right now, and I had to leave him alone to come here.”

What are the chances that Connor’s son, Ominis’ nephew-in-law, has developed magic? It does run in your family – you’re a witch, after all – but for the gene to reappear in the next generation on your brother’s side? The likelihood is incredibly low. His own children have been raised in a magical household, but he has no experience with Muggle children developing magic. Certainly you would be the wiser choice to navigate this situation delicately, but he doesn’t want to disturb you, not when you get so little sleep anyway.

Resigning to losing the night, Ominis sighs. “Fine.”

He decides it best not to give Connor any Apparition warning – he’s probably in too much of a state to take anything in – so he snatches his arms and Apparates them to the back garden of Connor’s house. Connor stumbles out of his grip and nearly wretches.

“Good God, some warning, man…”

“You owe me for this.”

He spits onto the grass. “Next time we play poker, I promise to let you win.”

“Oh please. Your poker face is so appalling even I can see when you’re lying.”

“… Touché.”

Ominis gestures for him to lead the way, and Connor pads up to the terrace house. In this area of London the air is muskier, sweetened by the industrial fumes of nearby factories, and Ominis hopes none of his neighbours happened to be peeking outside their windows when they both magically appeared in the garden.

“Keep quiet,” Connor warns as he unlocks the back door. “Matilda doesn’t know.”

Ominis baulks. “You haven’t told your wife?”

“Of course not, she doesn’t know diddly-squat about magic! Would lose her marbles if she caught James on the ceiling.” He swallows. “I hope she’s still asleep. Maybe James has woken her with all his wailing.”

They creep through the house to the highest floor, and when Connor softly announces that he’s coming in, Ominis braces himself for screaming and crying.

“Hi, Uncle Om!” chirrups nine-year-old James. “What’re you doing here?”

The room is small, befitting the eaves of the house. James has somehow managed to nestle himself where the two slants meet above. The skylight is ajar, letting in a gush of a night breeze.

Connor shuts the door behind. “How are you feeling, James? I know, I know, you’re absolutely terrified—”

“I’m fine.”

“— but I’ve brought your uncle to help get you down.”

James makes a confused noise. “How’re you gonna’ help, Uncle Om?”

Ominis purses his lips. He’s not actually sure yet. “How long have you been floating?”

“About an hour now.”

“Are you upside-down?”

“Nope, horizontal.”

That’s good. At least there won’t be poor blood flow. “What were you doing when you realised you were floating?”

“Erm, asleep?”

“Did you dream?”

“I dreamt about flying.”

Ah, that explains it.

“So?” says Connor desperately. “How bad is it?”

“Not bad,” says Ominis. “Just last week, my daughter set her bed on fire, and she’s only two. It’s rather common for… children like us, to develop it this way.”

“Flossie did what?” asks James.

“I suppose I should feel grateful that this is considered normal,” says Connor with a moan. “Please get him down. Quietly.”

“A simple spell should fix this.” Ominis finally reveals his wand from his pocket – it’s a strange sensation when he’s been vigilant about hiding it for so long. “Now, don’t panic, James—”

“Not panicking.”

“— but I’m going to do something that will help get you down. Brace yourself to land.” He nocks his wand. “Finite Incantatum.”

Silence.

“… Was that supposed to do something?” asks James, still floating.

“Hmm,” says Ominis, “that usually works.”

“Well, it didn’t,” hisses Connor. “Come on. You’re a wizard, Ominis—”

“Wicked,” says James.

“— so you’re supposed to be able to fix these things instantly!”

Ominis scowls. “Possessing magic is not the be all end all to every problem.” He flicks his wand down. “Descendo.”

Silence.

“Magic is real?” asks James, awed.

“Just brilliant,” Connor mutters. “I got the only wizard who can’t do this one simple task.”

“If you’d like to try,” Ominis remarks, “please, be my guest.”

“No, no,” Connor whimpers, “keep trying.”

So Ominis does. “Reverte.”

Nothing.

“Finite. Surgito. Offero.”

None of them work.

“This is it.” Connor slumps to the ground, clutching his head. “He’s stuck there forever and Matilda will skin me alive—”

“Brilliant,” says James.

“— and we’ll have to move to the country to hide, only we can’t because my son is stuck to the bloody ceiling!”

“Pull yourself together,” Ominis snaps. “Your panicking is not helping matters!”

“Yeah, Papa!”

“James needs you to stay calm.”

“Damn right, Papa!”

“Mind your language, son.” Connor gets up. “Fine, fine, I will resist the urge to panic. But if none of your magic spells work, what do we do?”

“I suspect I know the issue.” Ominis faces James. “None of my spells are working because you’re keeping yourself afloat.”

James sounds confused. “How?”

“Well, you enjoy being up there, don’t you?”

“Yeah, the view is great! Papa, you have a bald spot on the top of your head.”

“I have a what?”

Ominis sighs. “It’s up to you, then. Close your eyes. Imagine you are floating back down. Imagine your feet on the ground.”

For the first time all night James sounds unsure. “Okay…” Ominis senses him clenching his fists, deep in thought. “Float back down… float back down…”

The air shifts; his body begins to slowly descend.

“It— it’s working!”

“Good. Keep doing it.”

James lets out a soft grunt, trying to reach down as he goes.

“Yes, that’s it, son,” says Connor. “Keep it up—”

But then James hesitates, two feet from the floor. “Aw… but I liked flying.”

“No!” Connor bellows. “No, please, don’t go back up!”

“Focus,” Ominis commands. “Feet on the ground!”

“But what if I don’t ever fly again?”

“You will. On a broom, where it’s safe.”

“On a broom? But I can fly without one!”

He starts going higher and higher, and Connor’s panic hits peak.

“No, no—! Son, please.”

“I’m all right, Papa!” he says cheerfully, back up on the ceiling again. “I’m like a bird! Wheeeee!”

Connor suddenly grabs Ominis’ shoulders. “It’s no use. He’s too excited!”

Ominis winces. “Then I’m afraid we’re going to have to employ my last resort.”

“And that is?”

“Grab a leg each and yank him down.”

“God Almighty,” Connor curses. “Fine. I’ll take the left, you take the right.”

They grab a leg each, and though James initially jerks, his body simply floats back up, this time trying to take them with him. Ominis jabs his heel into the foot of the bed, but he might as well be trying to move Buckingham Palace.

“James,” Connor begs, clearly having the same problem. “For the love of God, please come down!”

“Look, Papa!” James cries. “I can take you with me!”

Ominis’ feet leave the floor, and he can’t help the embarrassed yelp that leaves his mouth.

“James!” Connor shrieks. “P-Put us down!”

“Now you’re both flying! Hurrah! Isn’t this fun?”

“No!” shrills Ominis. “For Merlin’s sake, James—”

The door suddenly opens. Matilda lets out a quiet yawn.

“What’s going on in—?”

She stops. Notices James stuck to the ceiling, with Ominis and Connor holding one leg each.

“Oh, Mama!” says James. “Want to see what else I can do?”

The bed promptly sets on fire.

Matilda screams.

“So James has magic now?”

That next morning, Ominis woke feeling like he was run over by the Hogwarts Express, owing to the menial two hours sleep he managed to snatch after returning back home during sunrise. Bracing his head over the steam of his teacup, he flicks idly at his buttered toast, desperate to keep his eyes peeled open.

“Yes, James has magic,” he responds, monotonous.

“A Muggle-born like me! That’s so wonderful,” you say, and you place the bowl in front of Flossie. She gurgles, spooning herself the food but letting half of it drip down her chin. “How did Matilda take it?”

“After I doused half of James’ room, she threatened to call the police and tried to exorcise us with holy water? Rather well, considering.”

“Well, it’s nice that everyone in the family knows now. No more secrets! Oh, that means he’s going to get his Hogwarts letter soon! How amazing! We’ll have to groom him for Hufflepuff. I don’t think he has the temperament for Slytherin.”

After last night, Ominis isn’t so sure. Massaging his forehead, he sips his tea, begging his brain to unfog.

The doorbell rings.

“No, darling, food goes in your mouth—” But his daughter giggles again, and you mumble, “Sorry, Ominis, Flossie’s being funny, can you get it?”

He gets to his feet, even though he feels like collapsing, and heads downstairs, irritated that the postman has the audacity to visit so early. When he opens the door, however, he’s surprised to come face-to-face with his Muggle brother-in-law… and his not-so-Muggle nephew.

Connor sounds ragged. “‘Mornin’, Ominis.”

“Hi, Uncle Om!” James grabs Ominis’ sleeve and bounces on his feet. “I got a letter this morning to go to magic school! Papa says you and Auntie went there, so can you teach me more magic? Please? Pretty please?”

Ominis groans.

Fin.

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Ume: Wow, this is a ritzy place you got here. (he stops in front of the case with a hammer in it) And NICE weapons! You guys actually use these things?

King Flint: There's not really been a need for weapons like these for centuries. My old man just loved making replicas of classic weapons. He read books about how they looked during the war and would spend hours forging them with his own hands until they looked perfect. If there was even the slightest detail off, he'd keep working on it until it was right. Of course, there was no way for him to get the originals. I don't think any of them survived. Even if they did, I doubt they'd be in decent condition.

*The king turned towards Destino, a sudden thought popping into his head.*

King Flint: Is this one one of yours, Prime?

Destino: No. It's one of those fuckers who follow me around everywhere I go and barely give me a chance to breathe. Wouldn't want this one in my kingdom anyway.

King Flint: Ah, fair fair. You'll probably need some sort of disguise then if you want to wander around this kingdom. You're pretty safe here but, out there, I doubt you'd be welcomed with open arms. You too, Prime. Do you have anyway to hide yourself?

Destino: You think I'd come here not prepared? Ha! Have a little more faith in me, Flinto. You don't need to worry about me.

Flint: Alright then! If you say so!

King Flint: I don’t think we’ve had any shinies in our family though. Usually these things are recorded in the family history books and there’s nothing about any members being shiny. It’s an incredibly rare thing to be so I’m not surprised we’ve not had any. We’ve had members who are a slightly different colour because of their parents, but not so much that they’d be classified as shiny. It’s more inheriting genes from their parents. Does make me wonder if two shiny parents would be more likely to give a shiny offspring but that ain’t something I’ve really got the time to look into.

King Flint: Haha, no need for formalities! Flint is fine! I may be royalty but I’m not one for fancy titles really. I’d get rid of the whole king title if I could. What kinda advice are you looking for, kiddo? How to be an excadrill? Not really much to be one really. Just be yourself and you’ll be fine. Or claw maintenance? Honestly these claws can be a pain to keep shiny, I tell ya. Whatever it is, I’d be happy to give you more information, if I have it.

(5/6)

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(Note: These responses probably aren’t directly one after the other so if you’d like to respond, feel free to do so without worry that it’ll impact the others.)

[dira333]

Promise to marry me...

Kankuro x reader through the eyes of Gaara, Gaara as matchmaker extraordinaire

“I don’t think I’ll ever get married.” 

Kankuro’s voice was muffled but the door had not been fully closed.

Gaara wasn’t one to eavesdrop, especially not in his own home, but the words made him stop.

“What makes you think that?” Hearing your voice surprised him even more.

He knew that you and Kankuro got along, but that a conversation like this at this time? Guilt pooled in his stomach as he realized that he probably shouldn’t be listening. But the far more powerful curiosity kept him where he was.

“Ah, you know. I’m a mess. You can’t tie me down. I love the freedom.” 

“Oh, shush.” You tutted at him. “You’re just using empty phrases to cover how you really feel.” There was a moment of silence and Gaara told himself again that he had to move. This was a private conversation and yet, this felt like a conversation Kankuro should have been able to have with him, too.

“Would you want to marry me?” Kankuro’s voice was different now. It had an undertone to it that was raw and vulnerable. 

“I’d marry you in a heartbeat.” You told him, your voice filled with conviction, yet the words sounded soft. “But it’s not about that, is it? It doesn’t matter how many people want to marry you. If it won’t make you happy, it won’t make you happy. You don’t have to be married to be happy, you know.”

“Are you happy?”

“Right now? Very. I have a job I like, great friends and I get to travel places without having to fear getting killed the next day. It’s pretty fantastic if you ask me.”

“Don’t you want children? A husband?”

“Maybe someday. But I don’t have any important genes I need to give to the next generation and I quite enjoy being the cool aunt to Shikadai and everyone else. But who knows, maybe when I’m older…”

“What if…” There was a beat of silence and when he spoke again, Gaara could hear Kankuro as he knew him. Filled with mischief and too many ideas.

“What if we made a pact? When we’re thirty and we want to get married but have no one, we’ll marry each other?”

You laugh. “Sure. I’ll hold you to that, old man.”

At that moment, Gaara pulls himself away. He’s heard too much already.

-

Eight years later, just after Shinki’s third anniversary with them, Gaara decides that he has to take matters into his own hands.

Kankuro hardly speaks about the subject of marriage and if he does, he jokes about it.

But Gaara, knowing what he does, can’t stand by and do nothing, when he can see the way Kankuro looks at Shinki or how he pulls back into himself whenever he notices a couple.

As his younger brother, Gaara has no business snooping around in Kankuro’s business.

As his Kazekage he has no right to do so either.

When he does, he convinces himself he’s doing it as a friend.

-

He’s left Shinki with Shikadai and Temari and has convinced Lee that he’s hanging with Naruto and Naruto that he’s training with Lee.

Kankuro had to stay back in Suna and Gaara’s thankful for that as he knocks on your door.

“What brings you here?” You ask, one of the few people in Konoha who don’t burden themselves with unnecessary politeness. “Tea?”

“I’d like that.” He lets his eyes wander. Your apartment is small, just big enough for one and an army of plants. He knows you’re single but he can spot an array of pictures on the bookshelves. Stepping closer he finds them to be you with different friends, the biggest one having been taken in Suna, eight years ago. 

He remembers that day when Temari and Kankuro had dragged both you and him out for the sunset. 

“How is he?” You ask as you hand him his cup of tea. “Kankuro, I mean? I heard he couldn’t come.”

“Physically, he is well.” He starts and you perk up immediately, watchful eyes focused on him.

“And emotionally?” 

“He would not let me live if he knew that I’m telling you this.” He looks back at the picture and steels his resolve. “But he might be thinking about a certain pact you two made eight years ago.”

Your cup slips from your fingers. If not for his sand it would have shattered on the ground. 

“How do you know-?”

“I was just walking to my room that day.” He tells you quietly. “I overheard only a little.”

“I-” You stutter and he nods.

“I am not saying that I know what he’s thinking. But I can tell that he’s lonely. And if you wanted to come back to Suna with us in a week… just for a short holiday, maybe, I’d be happy to arrange everything for you.”

“I have to think about that.” Your voice is raspy when you speak, breathless even.

He nods. “Do that. Don’t rush anything. Just know that you’re always welcome.”

-

Gaara is the only one not surprised when you decide that you’ll take an impromptu vacation to Suna. He does not tell Kankuro about it and has Temari swear on Shikadais life that she will not tell him.

There are moments where he wonders if he oversteps.

Moments where he thinks he will regret this - especially Temari’s moods.

But then the train halts in Suna and they can see Kankuro waiting for them. 

Gaara steps out first, offering his hand to Shinki who refuses any help. 

With one eye on his son and his other on Kankuro he knows the exact moment when Kankuro notices you.

“I think we’ll get some ice cream.” He tells Shinki softly as he steps to the side. “And let those two have some time together.”

No one protests. 

-

Gaara is the only one not surprised when one week of vacation turns into two.

He is not surprised when you travel back to Konoha only to pack your belongings.

On your wedding day he thinks about telling Kankuro. What he heard all those years ago, what he did for his brother.

But he doesn’t. He just pulls sleeping Shinki a bit closer to him and watches the couple dance, thinking that if no one has to be lonely, the world will be a better place.

[bellewintersroe]

How the Easy Boys Act during Bastogne x reader headcanons.

So I wanted to explore about how each of the different boys would handle being in a relationship during Bastogne. I want to try keep this (semi) realistic especially surrounding the rules of fraternisation in the army. Ps - I hope you guys enjoy! I love writing headcanons but struggle with motivation so feel free to send me requests of any headcannons/ scenarios you guys wanna see!

Eugene Roe:

Let’s start with the most notable boy within the Bastogne episodes. Gene goes through so much as a medic, although he’s so selfless throughout his whole experience.

I think because he’s already worrying about so many of the men getting hurt he’s also got the anxiety of worrying if you’re safe.

after a heavy artillery barrage he would pray for your health and safety. And I mean that. He’s a good Catholic boy (I think) so he probably does this morning and night.

whenever he has chance/ a safe opportunity he would come to see you. I think he’d feel guilty about coming empty handed, and when there’s other people around his gestures have to be small, such as knocking your hand or arm with his.

The more under pressure he becomes the more you’d see it. I think he’d be so stressed, his shell shock is evident and it’s painful to see as a partner. I think he’d even attempt to pull away to a certain extent before he realised that would do no good.

probably gets really bad anxiety if you’re exposed to the gunfire, and definitely wants to protect you from seeing some of the horrific scenes that you’d most undoubtedly see anyway.

puts a hand in front of you if you’re walking to fast. He’d never just randomly sneak off with you just to have ‘alone time’ because he’s aware of the risks. He’d never EVER gamble with your life- holy shit until you get outta there he’s a panicked mess.

Needs a partner who can talk to him, even if he doesn’t feel like opening up, just knowing you’d semi understand is reassuring.

finally is able to give you the biggest bear hug of all time behind a half bombed out building. It’s kinda emotional and longing, but Gene would sigh into your hair or your shoulder, and tighten his grip when he realised how desperately he’d needed your love and comfort.

you’d be a real comfort to him in Bastogne, however during the actual battle of the bulge I think he’d be very overworked on the lines. Even if you are on the lines he fears for you and always tries his best to get you further towards some kinda safer area.

Carwood Lipton:

Alike Eugene, he’s under an immense amount of pressure.

somehow he manages to keep morale up, and seeing you safe everyday and just flashing him an smile would really send a sense of relief and comfort through him.

like he seriously has even more motivation to fight and come home safe, because if you.

it sounds cheesy, ik, but Lip is a man deeply in love and he couldn’t forget that even if he tried.

strictly professional, ok. So no sneaky business… the furthest your relationship probably gets in Bastogne is smiles of reassurance and lingering touches on the upper back.

like you get knocked over and winded once, Lipton practically scrambles over and collapses next to you, pulling you up out of the snow with the most horrified expression.

nah he’d be so good at calming you down and helps you take deep breaths. His hand would be soothing over your upper back, and when nobody’s looking he maybe, maybe might sneak a kiss on your cheek.

so soft and caring. Seriously. You’re the first person he looks for after any serious bombing.

Babe Heffron:

So I think there’s Babe before Julian’s death and then Babe after his friends death.

before he’s pretty good at keeping morale up, he’s kinda fidgety and nervous, but for the most part he just wants to make you smile. Would do his utter most to cheer you up, even if it’s just making a little snow man for you.

Ah he’d be so cute. He’s like a big kid at heart and he’d have this big, longing eyes watching you wherever you went. He feels comfortable knowing you’re within a distance that you can see one another. People know you two have a relationship, but for the sake of rules and regulations it’s kept under wraps.

After Julian however, you’d kinda say ‘scrap the rules’ and sneak off to where you know is Foxhole is. It’s him and Spina, but you sneak in and hug his arm, whispering words of reassurance.

when Gene comes in you’d kinda panic, but you realise it’s only him so it’s not bad. He ain’t no snitch.

I think Babe would become mentally tougher after Julian’s death- well he comes across like this, but he wouldn’t wanna talk about what happened with you because he knows it would make him into a wreck.

hates crying and being vulnerable in front of you so probably tells you to ‘go away’ but IMMEDIATELY takes it back omfg.

would try to hide in foxholes with you just so he can at least have some well needed comfort from his girl that makes everything better.

Don Malarkey:

I think similar to Babe he’s a lot different when he first goes to Bastogne compared to when he leaves. (As many of the guys understandably would be).

but he’s the funny guy, he’s popular, he’s witty and hilarious, not to forget he’d be such a gentleman with you. Literally so kind and gentle. He’d always walk across the forest to come see you, every single day- no fail.

All the other nurses or women think it’s soooo romantic, even though you two are usually just sat talking. (He’d deffo sneak a kiss or two in there).

so when he loses several of his closest buddies in such a short amount of time, he goes into a deep shock, and although the visits don’t stop, you can tell he’s a shell of what he once was.

I think Don would really crave that physical comfort, like hugging him, stroking his hair- but it’s soo difficult to get that level of privacy, especially out in the open. I think this is something that you could struggle with as a couple.

Malarkey would have these great big sad, puppy eyes and you’d practically just have to bear hug him at the most random times. He’s so soft- I can’t.

Everybody knows the shit Malarkey has been through, they understand, so if they see you two embracing they turned a blind eye to it- nobody is about to snitch.

Lewis Nixon:

Ok so I feel like you and Lewis would be stationed in different areas. Like you’d be further back/ forwards on the line? Maybe stationed in the town?

anyway this makes it increasingly difficult to see one another, and I think Lewis has a real, niggling anxiety about your health and safety.

like at night he’d struggle to sleep over the thought of you being as cold as he is.

I think he’d feel so detached from your relationship, and there’s nothing neither of you can do/ prioritise in such a horrific situation.

when you two are around each other there’s always soft, subtle gestures that are sorta toned down versions of the way you both really want to act.

Maybe Lewis sees your shrunken appearance for the first time in a week or two, and he’s watching you with massively sad eyes, he’s bringing you into where him and Winters stay, offering you food, coffee.

He’d probably question why they’re not taking care of you better, but it’s kinda like? There is nobody to really take care of you, everybody’s in the same boat and Lewis hates it.

Has to settle for giving you friendly side hugs but all he really wants to do is wrap you up in a blanket and huddle you to somewhere safer, warmer, better than this.

he probably just wants a cuddle :/.

Joe Liebgott:

I think at first Joe would play by the rules because you wanted to. Like you’re worried of getting into trouble and want to be cautious with expressing your relationship too openly.

So he’d go a long with it at first, but I can imagine him stopping by your foxhole or wherever you’re stationed, even just to walk past and give you a smile. He 100% looks out for you, and if he doesn’t see you he’s like, “hey where tf is she? She was here yesterday?!” “She’s washing her hair, Liebgott…”

I feel like something might happen? Let’s say you get wounded, it’s nothing too severe, but it’s a close call. After that Joe is literally like “fuck the rules” and would come hop into your foxhole.

even if there’s other people in there, he just wants to make sure you’re ok at the end of the day.

when he can be alone with you I think he’d cover the foxhole with a blanket and practically throw himself around you. Kisses you loads, and he can barely do it properly because he’s got this childlike grin wiped across his face.

I think it really makes a difference to Liebgott that he can spend time with you, it’s so cold and miserable out there, that he takes anything he can get, and cuddling with you is his fav way to warm up, aw.

maybe gets roaming hands at one point and you have to be like “Joe, we’re sat in a hole surrounded by Germans, are you really trying this on rn?”

obviously Joe gets taken off the line during Bastogne because he’s quite literally at his breaking point. (Me and @liebgotts-lovergirl have just been discussing Lieb actually so all credit to her as it’s given me inspo!)

He’s so stressed out and it would be painful to see, I think he’d fully avoid taking it out on you because that would make him feel like the worlds worst person, but at the same time all he was is a stupid frickin hug and sometimes it’s so difficult to get.

please go visit him when he’s taken off the line, it’ll be a lot easier and god knows Lieb needs it 🥺

Would be so soft and happy with you if you surprise visited/ snuck up on him omg.

Shifty Powers:

This boy is soooo respectful, ok. He’s caring, kind, sweet, but respect is his utter most priority.

so I don’t think he’d be flaunting your relationship out and about in Bastogne? Seriously there’s more heavier things to focus on.

BUT Shifty 100% thinks about you and your relationship every single day. Like Gene, I think he prays for your safety, he’s constantly on the look out for danger- but also now he’s watching danger surrounding you.

war can be a dangerous place to have distractions such as a relationship, it’s nothing personal, but Shifty fears if he loses focus something bad will happen to those around him.

when the coast is clear and he’s not putting anybody into danger, he’d always be so polite and come over to ask if you’re ok. He’d help you dig out your foxhole some more and you’d patch him up or get him new gloves in return.

he’d be eternally grateful, and then probably try to put the gloves on you instead because he’s worried your fingers are gonna fall off hahaha.

when you leave Bastogne and have privacy again Shifty cuddles you sosososos much, there’s so much hand holding and small kisses- he’s 10000% gonna make up for lost time.

Ron Speirs:

I’m gonna be honest IDEK HOW YOUD GET IN A RELARIONSHIP WITB HIM INNTHE FIRST OKACE.

He’s so sexy and intimidating, but especially during the war his mind would NOT be on dating. But let’s assume it is, ok?

I think Ron has no option but to stay focused, you technically are his weakness, so whenever he sees you he has a difficult time maintaining his demeanour.

small things like ‘But she’s alright, right?’ And just asking where you guys are stationed fill him with relief.

when he thinks about you all alone in that foxhole he gets the sweats, he starts shaking and he feels pathetic, but it’s the only time he’d allow himself to feel that way. He must operate like a soldier, not like a little boy in love.

it’s just very conflicting, because he is very much deeply in love, he just can’t show it.

when you get time alone after Bastogne I think Ron almost breaks down. His head would drop and he’s pulling you into his arms, apologising unnecessarily.

everybody's under such an immense amount of pressure, so I feel like he’d need some good words of reassurance, but also he’d just need a longgggg hug to embrace the comfort you provide him with.

Skip Muck:

Nothing bad happens to him ok? Let’s just pretend here for the sake of a fic.

he’s a ray of sunshine, but I think he’d be so amazing at reading peoples thoughts and feelings, especially yours. So when he can see you’re particularly more upset than usual, he grabs you, preventing you from leaving with everybody else and takes your hand, pulling you into a gentle forehead kiss.

I think he’d be better with his actions rather than words, so sometimes all he needs to do is cup your face and just gaze over you before you’d fall into his chest in relief.

thank god you’ve got a guy like Skip, he’d look out for you so much, keep your morale up, and like Babe, I think he’d do super cute stuff like attempt to make you a little snowman to pass time and avert your minds from immanent danger.

Writes about you to his family at home.

probably wants to keep you well and fed. All the rations are slim, but he would save you his or sneak you some more food, seriously he’s so caring over your health and well-being.

Joe Toye:

He’s so handsomeeee oh my-

so I think there’d be a lot of lingering and longing gazes. When you first go to Bastogne, he’s probs wanting your attention so bad for more selfish reasons? If you can call normal boyfriend tendency’s ‘selfish’.

but when things very quickly become more severe and traumatising, those longing gazes turn into ones of sadness and care.

he’d really watch out for you, and he’d never let you walk anywhere unless he was there, or he’d at least offer.

“I’m gonna go into the town for a couple hours today, Joe.”

“That’s a good idea, keepin’ yourself nice and safe away from the lines, baby.”

wants you protected and safe at all costs so I think he’d ask people like Guarnere and Malarkey, those he’s closest to, to watch out for you when he can’t.

grabs your belt holes to pull you to safety, at times he’d be tempted to lift you over his shoulder and carry you to safety, he wouldn’t live with himself if anything bad happened to you.

when he does get badly wounded, you’re both in shock, it all happens so quick and Joe is so upset when you stumble on the scene and have to see him like that.

He feels bad for seeing you so upset? Like you’re traumatised and he can’t sleep that night without images of your sad, paled face in his mind.

he’s worried he’s somehow scared you off?? The extent of his injuries are horrific, but he’s still alive. He’d be worried about you every second until you are allowed to finally come visit him.

oh my god, he’d be so so relieved. A little worried, but genuinely at peace to see that you’re safe and okay.

Alton More:

Big sweetheart, a little naughty so kinda plays around the rules. Like fraternisation? Idk her, I’m in 3rd platoon and she’s in 2nd sooo stuff your fraternisation rules.

smirks at you, especially when he sees you all wrapped up in the coat he stole for you. He’s never been happier than seeing you warm.

1000% would attempt to sneak into your foxhole? I just think he’s not good at being sneaky however and gets caught and told to go back to his own foxhole.

gets worried tho when he sees you’ve given your coat to a more injured soldier, he hurried over and he’s wrapping his arms around you, worried as to why your lips are so blue and your teeth are chattering.

“damn it y/n, I think you’re turning into a little ice cube.”

When his hands are warm he sticks them under your shirt to warm up your skin, opposing when he usually sticks his cold hands into your warm shirt. He’s not that cruel however, especially not in god damn Bastogne.

Has a bit of a mental breakdown because he thinks you’re wounded when he can’t find you, like he fully freaks tf out, but he’s engulfing you in a HUGE bear hug when he finds out safe as sound. (You were just singing in a foxhole with Alley and Liebgott).

seriously a massive sweetheart tho, steals chocolate for you, attempts to somehow mix the chocolate and the snow to make you ‘chocolate ice cream’ it kinda flops but it’s so cute.

[kithnkiss]

➜ makeup sex

warnings. f!reader, consensual sex, cursing, fighting (no violence)

notes. THIS WAS SO HARD TO START AND FINISH I DO NOT KNOW WHY. Thanks for the request tho anon, hopefully I did it justice. P.S. I do not condone yelling or cursing at your partner during a fight, this is strictly fictional. Please communicate probably during any argument with anybody. Thanks and much love ❤️

PAUL STANLEY

“Go on, try walkin’ out that door and see what happens.”

As your hand reached for the doorknob, a forceful push sent you crashing against the door. A firm grip on the back of your neck pinned you in place, while a stinging slap reverberated across your backside, causing you to let out a sharp gasp.

“Always gotta be a brat,” he muttered close to your ear before capturing the lobe in his mouth, giving a teasing suck before biting down firmly.

“Fuck, how do you manage to piss me off and turn me the fuck on at the same time, huh?”

/✰/

"Oh, fuck!" You cried out as your body was driven into the mattress by Paul's relentless thrusts.

With both hands gripping the back of your neck, Paul kept himself elevated as he thrust his hips against yours, pushing the side of your face into the mattress with the intensity of his movements.

“Say you’re sorry and I might let ya’ come.”

ERIC CARR

“Ah, Eric!”

"I know, baby, but stay still and let me show you how sorry I am, okay?" He murmured before burying his face back in between your legs, his lips and tongue moving in a frenzy as he showered your clit with open-mouthed kisses.

Your thighs trembled, and as he sucked hard, your hips instinctively lifted, torn between moving closer or pulling away. However, he didn't give you a chance to decide as he placed an arm across your lower stomach, holding you in place.

“I said, stay still.”

/✰/

“I’m sorry for forgetting again.” he whispered, pulling you closer to his chest while gently caressing your back with his fingertips.

You remained silent for a moment, eyes closed, attuned to the rhythmic thud of his heart against his chest. Your fingers traced patterns across his chest, twirling through the hairs as you pondered his apology.

His lips brushing against the top of your head finally snapped you out of your thoughts, eliciting a soft sigh from your lips.

“I’m not going to say it’s ok, but I do understand. Just, try please. For me?”

GENE SIMMONS

As the clock struck midnight, you entered through the front door. The darkness that greeted you led you to assume Gene was probably fast asleep.

Dropping your bag to the floor, you made your way towards the kitchen, only to be startled by the sudden illumination of a living room lamp.

“Gene, what the-”

"What? You thought you could just walk out, come back, and everything would be fine?" He interrupted, rising from the couch.

“I just went to get some air.” you defended yourself, but watched with a hint of anticipation as Gene advanced towards you, a familiar glint in his eyes.

“Well I hope it was worth it darlin’.”

/✰/

“Fuck, you feel good, baby.” he groaned.

You could only whimper against the fabric of the panties he had pushed into your mouth. Your arms were pinned above your head by one of his hands, while the other remained firmly wrapped around your throat, tightening intermittently whenever you attempted to resist.

"Is this what you wanted? To make me angry so I could screw you like I hate you?" He taunted, as his hips maintained the slow rhythm he had initiated.

Tears wet your cheeks as you lift your hips, hoping to spur him to quicken his pace, yet he persists with the slow rhythm.

"No, you don't get to leave and then waltz back in expecting to get what you want. Tonight, we are going nice and slow. Maybe this’ll teach you to grow up."

ACE FREHLEY

“Are fucking kidding me Ace? This is the third time already!” you spat angrily as Ace trudged towards your shared bedroom, clearly exhausted from the band practice he had just returned from.

“Baby, I’m tired, a’right? Let’s go to bed and-“

“Fuck you, I’m not-”

As you closed in on him, ready to confront him, he swiftly turned around, and suddenly his face was inches from yours.

"If you curse at me one more time, I promise you, you'll regret it," he warned, bending slightly to meet your gaze and emphasize the seriousness of his words.

With your heart racing and a surge of adrenaline, you open your mouth to deliver your final words.

“Fuck. You.”

/✰/

“I’m sorry! Oh god-” You cry out as Ace continues his unrelenting thrusts, plunging in and out of you with unwavering intensity.

This pattern had persisted for what seemed like an eternity, and every time you approached the edge, he would slow down, causing the intense anticipation to dissipate. And just when you thought you couldn't bear it any longer, he would resume his rapid pace once more.

“I bet you are, honey. Bet you’re gonna think twice ‘bout runnin’ your mouth too. Ain’t that right?”

©️ kithnkiss 2024, Rights Resevered

[smoll-tangerine]

[a/n]: i somehow couldn't find this ask anymore (it probably got deleted) but thankfully, i had it saved on a google doc! i'm slowly going back to writing the remaining requests from my one-year anniversary event! to the user who sent me this request, thank you so much for your support!! i see that you have deactivated but i hope that somehow, you'll find your way back to this request of yours! also, yay, my first haechan request! i'm not too familiar with him/his character, but i hope you guys willl enjoy this nonetheless!!

lee donghyuck/lee haechan: character unlocked!

PAIRING. haechan x female reader GENRES. romcom, fluff, college!au PROMPT. "i'm always flirting with you. keep up." WORDS. 683

You were breathless by the time you got to the hospital, slightly feeling guilty that you couldn’t make it on time to see your boyfriend head in for his colonoscopy. 

Both of you were practically adults now, only a year left before you two graduate from college, and yet he could still act like such a child. Especially when he found out that you were going to be late for his appointment.

But then he stopped whining when he found out that you were going to be late only because you decided to attend the class – the one he was missing due to his appointment – and take notes for him so that he didn’t miss anything. 

“Hi,” you greeted the receptionist. “I’m the guardian for Lee Donghyuck? He had a colonoscopy at 3pm.” 

Her eyes lit up in what seemed to be amusement and motioned the door behind you. “Ah, so you’re the girlfriend he was telling everyone about. He should be coming out soon. Get ready.” 

Your brows furrowed in confusion, wondering what exactly should you be getting ready for. 

The second she finished her sentence, you saw Haechan come out with the hospital staff pushing him to his room. 

“Donghyuck!” you exclaimed happily. 

Your boyfriend seemed drowsy, probably the lingering after-effects of the anaesthesia. You had to hold your laughter back from how goofy he looked, especially combined with the hospital gown and the messy hair. 

“Who are you?” he asked as he smacked his lips a few times. 

You frowned at his question. “Are you really asking me who I am?” 

“Mhm, yeah.” He hummed and then giggled. “You’re pretty.” 

Oh, you wished you could film this moment and show it to the rest of the boys. Renjun would  totally make fun of him for this. But you also wanted to keep this moment to yourself. Was that selfish of you? 

“Can I have your number?” 

“You already have my number,” you answered, slightly annoyed, but also amused. 

“Stop lying. I don’t have your number.” 

“Donghyuck, I’m your girlfriend. I’m pretty sure that my number is on your phone somewhere.” 

“You’re my girlfriend?” Donghyuck gasped, almost exaggeratedly. “Wait, where’s my phone. I need to make sure that it’s true.” 

“How about I’ll give your phone back when you’re feeling a bit better, yeah?” 

“I’m feeling awesome, though?” 

“I bet you do.” You snorted and patted him on his head. “Stay here while I get your discharge papers, alright?” 

“Can’t you bring me with you?” 

You looked him up-and-down with a side-eye. “In your current state? Yeah, no. Why do you want to stick to me so much? Just be a good boy and stay in your bed until the anaesthesia wears off.” 

Donghyuck pouts, his bottom lip jutting out in disappointment. “Is it so wrong of me to want to be next to my girlfriend? I guess I’m a sugar because I stick to you like glue-cose.” 

You made a face of disgust and apprehension. “Babe, that was so bad. It wasn’t even funny.” 

But that didn’t stop him from dropping another line on you. “I wish I were adenine so that I could be paired up with YOU. Get it? Like adenine is paired with uracil, and uracil’s symbol is the letter ‘U?’” 

You sighed through your nose. 

“Oh, oh, I got a better one! If I were an enzyme, I would be a helicase so I can unzip your gene,” he said and looked super proud. 

Was this how he was able to seduce you and ask you out? 

“Are you really flirting with me, right now? In this state?” you asked him while pinching his cheeks. 

While you were slightly unimpressed by his choice of pick-up lines, you still somehow found him pretty endearing. 

“I’m always flirting with you. Keep up.” 

You shook your head and left to grab his discharge papers. 

You regretted just the slightest for not filming him. 

But Renjun’s cry of anguish when he found out that you didn’t film Donghyuck at a moment of weakness completely made up for it.

[goldenchunkycat]

Neteyam as your Alpha

[The format might be a lil weird since I’m doing this on the phone (which keep on deleting what I’m writing it’s pissing me off)… Might do a ‘.. as your Alpha’ serie watcha think ? Lo'ak is next, enjoy !]

Ok I just had this mind blowing idea who's actually not very original but still ! You're an alpha. Like, a big strong Alpha who's supposed to show the exemple and take care of the others. Spoiler alert, you're none of that. Yeah you're an Alpha, but you're not like the other Alpha. You're too shy to ask for more meat and too nice/scarred to go against anyone, Beta and sometimes Omega included. So you thought that you would end being the lone Alpha who can't attract anyone. And then you met Neteyam. He was an Alpha too, but instead of trying to assert his dominance on you, he became your friend, and later your mate.

When Neteyam heard about the 'fake Alpha' he wanted to meet them. How can an Alpha be fake ? And when he met you... Yeah, you were definitely not a normal Alpha. You did not tried to push your pheromones on him and instead tried to look as small as possible. You were quiet and nice, smiling to him when he subtly tried to submit you. Did you even notice ?

"So you're...an Alpha ?" "..." "Oh no, don't worry, you definitely...look like one..."

Neteyam would definitely be your friend not by interest but just because he finds you strange. Someone born with the Alpha gene couldn't possibly be that...submissive. It was strange. You were strange. But Neteyam also loved feeling on top. People always praised him for his skills, and so did you. But with you he felt more powerful. He felt like the world was in the palms of his hands. He was submitting an Alpha without even trying. So yeah, ngl, Neteyam kinda used you for his own peace of mind.

But the boy would slowly fall in love with you, with the way you would gently hold his hand or give him your food with a smile on your face. You were just like an Omega, but with the wrong status. The boy would probably be like "I can have a mate who's an Alpha but who behaves like an Omega, brilliant.". So he asked you out after months of knowing you. He did not courted you like an Alpha would usually do with an Omega, it just...happened. You would have a sleepover and BOOM, you wake up with his dick deep inside of your womb.

Neteyam as your Alpha would mean a lot and I mean A LOT of role-play. Dude wants you to act like the good Omega that you should have been and you oblige him. You don't ask him a lot regarding the fact that you don't feel the need to be protected, and it does not bother you to bend over or open your mouth. It's a win-win situation. When you're a good girl, Neteyam eats you out and focus on your pleasure and only yours; he does not edge you like he usually does and, conversely, overstimulate you until you're crying and pushing his hands off of your body. He just loves seeing his supposed big strong Alpha being so fucked out that she can't even talk. Because it’s a real kink in this blog Neteyam would praise you and call you his ‘good Omega’. The Alpha inside you absolutely hates it so you two just fight until he submits you (feral play). Did you know that the female tiger fight the male who tries to mount her ? Same here. But at the end of the day you’re still the ‘fake Alpha’ so you still end up on four, taking his dick as he’s ramming into you. Who would have thought ? Everyone.

"Beg for it, Love. Who’s taking care of you ?" "…" "That’s right, that’s ah- that’s my name."

"Big strong and scary Alpha taking her mate’s dick like a champ. Ngh- good Omega…"

"Trying to fight back ? Fucking submit, now. Oh ? You’ll regret it."

Masterlist

[kit-williams]

Barn Anon. Can't remember if i had sent this one already but ah I'll try to get back into the rhythm of writing now that CNY is over.

Gabriel's not sure what to think when his brothers tell him that his human is seeing things in her feverish state. Well, he can believe seeing stuff part, just not how she's apparently seeing their gene-father. He knows it's unlikely to be simply swept aside, because she has seen or heard anything about him. He's never mentioned much of his world or the history of Blood Angels, let alone their Primarch.

He hands her a tissue box after she has another violent sneezing fit. Perhaps it's a good thing she's sick, otherwise she would see the worry in his eyes. Can anyone blame him though? If word got out that some human from ancient Terra, bonded with a Space Marine and is now seeing visions of a dead Primarch got out... He lets out a soft worried warble, pulling his human into his arms.

He buries his face against her soft hair, feeling how she relaxes being warmed by his body. Hmm, he'll have to get thicker clothes or maybe more jackets for her. For now he simply sings to his human. He doesn't have much memory of his life before ascending, but he remembers a Baalite lullaby his mother used to sing to him.

He's never told her anything about Lord Sanguinius... he had not given her any books on him either... he's not even sure that they passed the large window with his depiction. Just when her fevers get bad is when she says she sees him with such pretty angel wings.

He supposes that his father was an angel now given how they were made, from his basic understanding of extinct ancient Terran religions... Abraham would probably know more... as he remembers the Word Bearer he was on... okay terms with. Gabriel frowns at how he would rely on the excitable Word Bearer to know strange esoteric knowledge on religion given how much it was a part of their daily lives... idioms... sayings... even replying to a sneeze!

She mutters parts of the conversation... butchering a mix of Baalite words and High Gothic... the Chaplain wants to hear more... and Gabriel is not one to disobey the Chaplain... just if he refuses he has a feeling the Chapter Master will want to hear... and he rather not expose her to Dante.

But she says he keeps her calm... how his feathers smell clean and feel so nice... she says that he knows she shouldn't be here... and that he coos just like Gabriel does. He rubs the cold cloth over her forehead... perhaps if its they both go or stay... perhaps Gabriel would happily be stuck in the past if it meant she survived.

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[secondtolastfr]

I know they said there won't be an ancient before mistjam (and honestly probably not any time soon) but speculating about this stuff is fun. Poll time!

Pro and con evidence, and some breed speculation below the cut:

Light

Pros: Currently Pearlcatchers are the only readily available Light breed change and a Light ancient would open a lot of doors. It would also be cool to answer the settle the lore implications of the Imperials being the Lightweaver's first children. Plus, there's a chance it could be done before Brightshine, so it could get its own fest gene.

Cons: The lore in of itself poses an issue. I feel like there's a lot of expectation put on this flight's ancient, so I think staff would want to take their time with it and make sure it's the best it can be. Depending on what they want to do with it, Brightshine might not be far enough away.

Speculation: I like to believe it could be Emperors. It would be cool for the lore, and also just to have undead dragons. Other than that, I think a unicorn-esque breed or a bird-inspired breed would be nice.

Wind

Pros: Wind hasn't had a fun new thing in a while. Out of the three flights left, I feel like Wind is pretty easily overlooked, and their ancient is a chance to have some fun and give the flight some love.

Cons: Both of Wind's breeds are treasure breeds and readily available in the AH. With Undel's statement about no ancients coming before MistJam, I wonder how that will work out with their fest gene if their ancient comes after their fest.

Speculation: I know they said Couriers wouldn't be an available breed, but imagine if they were! Couriers were mentioned in Wind's BotE story, and I can't think of a better established species for Wind. I feel like the community has had their fill of noodly dragons, so a birdy dragon would work well here. With the Windsinger's history of traveling around, this would be a great opportunity to drop the first Coliseum breed too.

Earth

Pros: Rockbreaker's is months away, so plenty of time for the breed to get its own fest gene. Dustcarve was an awesome set up, and the BotE story has some incredible implications too. Like Wind, I feel like Earth is fairly overlooked.

Cons: Out of these three flights, Earth got the most recent addition of Obelisks. It's a little hard to think of much evidence for or against Earth, to be honest.

Speculation: I still have hopes for a true turtle breed with the shell as the secondary! I could also imagine a dinosaur breed, like an Archaeopteryx, Pteranodon, or Pterodactyl. Or, since we've already got two absolute units, the ancient could just be Little Guys. Earthwyrms, if you will.

Unaligned

Pros: It would be funny

Cons: Definitely a wildcard here. I personally think this is the least likely to happen any time soon, especially with the introduction of ancient fest genes. Realistically I think staff is going to focus on the default elements before they consider an unaligned ancient. Again, the lore would be weird here. And how exactly would we get the eggs? Through brewing, like with Baldwin? Or maybe through the coliseum? There's a lot of questions about introduction and execution to be asked here.

Speculation: Who the hell knows lmfao. I like the idea of a chicken ancient through Baldwin. Or, if dragons can be created through amalgamations of elemental energy like staff has said, what if it was a literal amalgamation? Like a chimera, or a tarasque, or even a proper hydra. If there was ever a time to go absolute ham with a design, I think it would be here.

[fromtheboundlesssea]

HOTD Season 2 Episode 3 Live Watch Thoughts

Still love the opening.

Writing might be crap but the scenery is beautiful.

Idk why I thought the long haired Bracken person was a man. 100% thought it was a woman in the trailer.

Oooooo “babe killer” good. I’m glad that we’re actually hearing “lesser” houses talking about this. And of course the Brackens are going to not go for Rhaenyra considering one of them was killed during her betrothal tour. That of course will not be discussed in the show.

Bodies. Bodies everywhere.

“He is the basest of villains.” Are you going to call out your step dad Jace? At least they went for Rhaenyra and not one of your little brothers.

Otto’s great grandson was brutally murdered. Not everyone is like you Rhaenys. Not everyone is just going to shrug your shoulder and forgive the people who have claimed to kill your son.

Idk. Rhaenys feels like one of the biggest hypocrites.

ALICENT’S GRANDSON WAS MURDERED!

And you spat at Alicent’s generosity Rhaenys. Shut up.

Call her out Rhaenys about blaming Alicent for everything. If you were just a friend to Alicent after her marriage to your father things would have been fine in the show verse!

I feel like this is the episode we’re going to lose Criston’s beautiful hair. But I suppose we will grow used to it.

WHAT ARE THE BALLS AT THE SMALL COUNCIL FOR?!?!?

What is with Jasper’s underhanded comments? Actually add to the conversation or shut up.

Aemond flipping one of the gold coins used to pay Blood and Cheese to kill him between his fingers is fascinating.

*sigh* I still wouldn’t trust Mysaria considering. Just send her away. Especially since she probably helped with the plan for B&C. And I love that Mysaria is acting as though she wasn’t a madam for a brothel that catered to men who liked young girls.

And so is Laenor dead then? Is that what the “lonely” thing is meant to indicate.

Rhaena! My love! AND SHE SPEAKS

Why… why not send Aegon and Viserys with Joffrey? And sending Rhaena away too.

And if she doesn’t want to sacrifice it willingly? And you can tell the distance between the girls and Rhaenyra. They don’t attempt to call her familiarly. She isn’t a maternal figure to them. Rhaena is a motherly and caring figure for the younger children. Her voice does not matter. Seven hells.

Here has to be a smarter way of doing this Daemon, especially when you would be facing people far more familiar with the keep’s layout.

Are we going to meet Alys?

Oooooo~ Bats like for House Whent!

There’s something to be said about Daemon’s armor being clean and without blemish. I know he is a trained warrior, but still.

Why are you going in swords blazing? You could legit just ask? Or do you think they wouldn’t join you willingly?

I guess that’s Alys?

Even Lord Strong is like 🤷🏻‍♀️

Oh right. Larys is technically the lord.

Obviously Larys did burn Harrenhal in the show, but it’s not established in the book right? So I feel like the Larys hate (here for it) IS rooted in ableism.

And ooooo Daemon getting prissy by being called “Prince” instead of “your grace”

Man Harwin got all the good genes huh.

Why was Harrenhal not prepared? Why wasn’t Harrenhal made the epicenter of Westeros? The keep is big enough.

Does Daemon not know who the head of the Riverlands is? Why didn’t he ask for Lord Tully by name?

Lyonel and Larys are really the only politically minded of House Strong huh. Everyone else is 🤷🏻‍♀️

GWAYNE!

Ooooo he would make a decent Tully faceclaim!

Now that I see it in longer scenes, I like Criston’s hair. I just miss his curls.

I honestly think the writers forget they made Criston Dornish until it’s convenient for them.

HE IS ASKING FOR HER FAVOR! HER LORD COMMANDER!!!

Lol Gwayne clocked it.

And Cheese is still hanging. Good.

Ah. This is the episode Helaena and Alicent will be chased right?

“Fear is a weapon” you would know about that based on how you used Laenor’s death to make people fear you.

Why is Rhaenyra trusting Daemon? She said she didn’t trust him?

Would it be treason? It’s not like your father actively handled anything about war.

“The wisest of targaryen kings” there were two or three before him?

Why are Corlys and Rhaenys the most healthy relationships, but he still has two bastards most likely had during their marriage.

Luke admitted that he knew nothing of ships too.

WHAT OF BAELA?!?!?! YOU LITERALLY RAISED HER ON DRIFTMARK!

Rhaenyra’s armies truly are slow.

I wish we could have had more interactions between Baela and Rhaena so we could have established personalities. I feel like we got so much fanon from the books to make personalities for them.

Love that Rhaenyra smiles to Rhaena, who is clearly not pleased.

Also, why did Rhaenyra not talk about Luke at all with Rhaena? Why not say “you loved my son, look after his brothers” like Caesar did in War for the Planet of the Apes?

Alicent holding her granddaughter 🥰 who is young enough to be her daughter.

Helaena smiling at her baby 🥰

Are they really not going to fully let Helaena mourn her son?

Helaena and Aegon actually caring for the smallfolk.

And Alicent validating Helaena’s grief.

ALICENT REALLY NEEDED SOMEONE TO SAY THEY FORGIVE HER. SHE HAS NEEDED THAT SAID TO HER FOR DECADES!

Oh? It’s the conqueror’s armor too? It makes sense. It does look a little outdated.

DO NOT LISTEN TO LARYS!

Gosh darn it, I had hoped Aegon had squared up to Larys to call him out for victimizing Alicent.

I love that Aegon almost innocently questions why they are still having sex when they are meant to be chaste? Like… my dude?

And of course we’re going to go to the brothel *sigh*

Dyanna! Interesting. Either Alicent didn’t give her enough money or…?

Oh. Is that the Truefyre guy? I thought he pretended or claimed to be Viserys’ bastard?

Or is that just another dragonseed?

Oooooooo. Aegon arrived.

Are Aegon and Dyanna going to run into each other?

*sigh* does this scene actually add anything.

OH MY SEVEN HELLS!!! Aemond and Aegon ran into each other! If I were the other guys I would turn and leave.

And still this does not really add anything. We could have gotten this conflict without Aemond being nude.

Good lord. Truly this could be handled differently.

Someone pointed out Aegon destroying the stone Velaryon and Rhaenyra playing with the wooden one. Both can crumble and burn.

It’s almost as if you talked with Alicent once during all these years, things would have been different.

*sigh* *he’s a hightower, can’t have Gwayne have any good qualities I guess.*

I feel like the last two episodes have been slow going.

Love how everyone but Cole is shaking. Dude is calm and collected.

I hate how they will not let women make war decisions. The men have to do it for them. Let them act! It’s definitely making it seem like Rhaenyra is a bystander in her own war. At least Alicent is not the acting ruler and has some excuse.

How many swords do you have on you Daemon?

Also, post Stepstones short-hair Daemon was 100% the best looking one.

Oh? Is Alys going to try to put Daemon under her thrall?

HOLY CRAP!!!! MILLY!!!!!!!! YOUNG RHAENYRA SEWING BABY JAEHAERYSM HEAD BACK ON!!!!! HOLY CRAP!

Ugh. Making Daemon look like he regrets it 🙄 let people besides the greens look awful.

And him appearing in front of the weirwood tree.

Alys’ voice was jarring. It was mainly her accent. It felt so American.

War can no longer be averted? Was the raven sent before or after your husband had her grandson murdered? This is so stupid. It is actually ridiculously stupid.

It would have been nice to have Rhaenyra actually say “the sept” because it would make it seem like she noticed and remembers rather than having to be told.

Emma’s face is perfect for period stuff. They need to do more period dramas! Period dramas with a good script.

Let me guess, someone is going to call for Rhaenyra and it will cause a riot and Alicent and Helaena will be caught in the crosshairs?

I love Alicent, but I am begging them to stop ending the episodes with Alicent (if that is what happens this one too)

YOU HAVE A DAGGER AND ARE AIMING IT AT HER! HOW DID YOU THINK SHE WOUOD REACT?!?!?

“I have begun badly.” YOU THINK?!

Your current husband brutally beat her brother Rhaenyra.

Then why did Rhaenys proceed to kill a bunch of people afterwards.

Why should Alicent trust you Rhaenyra?

His is such a stupid scene.

HE RAPED HER! SHE DID NOT WANT TO MARRY!

Because her memory of her own mother means more to Alicent than it does to you Rhaenyra.

This is such a stupid scene.

Ugh. Are they going to have Alicent realize she misunderstood Viserys. Ugh. I hate this.

His scene is so stupid. I hate this so much.

Her grandson is already dead. She is not the queen anymore.

*sigh* loved seeing them acting a scene together but it was completely pointless.

Also, on his deathbed. He very well could have mentioned the Song of Ice and Fire and Alicent simply didn’t hear it.

The last scene was so stupid.

I swear, the only thing that is saving this show is the actors and actresses. They are amazing and deserve better scripts.

Promo Thoughts

Is the betrayal going to be Alicent and Aemond? *ugh* LET THE GREENS BE A FREAKING FAMILY!

[randomprose]

"You're more important than god." "You paid attention." "To you? Always."

anyway, that marvelous mrs. maisel scene (s04e08) where bruce tells midge she’s more important than god but make it satosugu.

now posted on ao3!

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Satoru is monologuing again. 

It’s not something new. Satoru ha sthe inane talent to talk for hours on end when left to it—of which Shoko and Suguru often lets him otherwise…they think he’ll burst? To this day they haven’t really thought about interrupting him. Mostly because they realize early on it’s futile but also because…it would just require too much effort to engage and most of the time they’re exhausted from all the shit Jujutsu Tech makes them do. 

The monologues are usually of the mundane. Often word vomits and infodumps of things Satoru has fallen into a rabbit hole (the history of fastfood, the mating practices of otters, the statistical probability of getting killed by lightning, the rise and fall of cults, and the list goes on and on — last week, it was about genetic mutation and “Suguru, did you know that humans share about 50% of our genes with plants—”) or petty complaints about school, the mission, or how the corner store stopped carrying his favorite flavor of Hi-Chew.

But sometimes the monologues get deep, more academic, and less fun facts-y. It’s usually after a long solo mission. Satoru’s monologues gets philosophical, getting more on more political lately, little existentialistic, rarely nihilistic — those are Suguru’s favorite actually, something about Satoru spitting cynicism just tickles Suguru because it directly contradicts Satoru’s actions and he doesn’t realize it. Or he does and he just wants to run his mouth. Still, it’s honestly hilarious to Suguru. 

Today, it’s about the existence of god and whether or not they are real or man-made and—

“—do you think there really is a god, Suguru? Like just one to rule all? Or are there gods, plural, and factions of people are just stupidly insisting their god is the right god and do you think—”

Suguru, bone-deep exhausted from his own long solo mission and immediately jumping back to teaching his students and also tending to Nanako and Mimiko, is just humming along until something Satoru says catches his attention (something about gods and mortals and “...isn’t being a sorcerer kind of like being a god? If I’m the strongest then I’m—”) and annoys him more than the rest of his drivel does.

“You’re not a god,” Suguru says, annoyed, and Satoru immediately looks like he’s got a retort to that (of course he does, he always does) but then Suguru’s face shifts into something fond, eyes gentle and soft (always so soft when he’s looking at Satoru), and in a tone wholly reverent he says, “You are more important than god.”

“You—” Satoru chokes, entirely unsure how to respond and completely caught off guard at being on the receiving end of such tenderness. “Suguru, you…you paid attention.”

“To you?” The question comes out in a huff, a tiny laugh like Suguru finds Satoru’s surprise ridiculous because the answer is so obvious, it’s a no-brainer. As if there’s anyone else Suguru pays all his attention to.  “Always.”

Satoru, speechless once again, feels heat creep up his spine, his neck, his ears, and—oh, shit. He has to say something before it reaches his cheeks—ah, too late! Suguru’s already laughing, teasing him about being embarassed as he pokes Satoru’s pink and very hot cheeks. Why couldn’t Infinite’s shield be opaque?

“Shut the fuck up! I’m not embarassed! It’s just hot here.”

“It’s autumn, Satoru.”

“Whatever! It’s hot with you all over me like this—I mean! You’re hot—! I mean—Shut up! Get off me!”

Suguru laughs but doesn’t let go of him and Satoru lets him because what else is he supposed to do? Suguru has an arm over his shoulder pressing him to his side in an almost possessive hold that he does not mind in the slightest. 

In this angle, Satoru is free to look at Suguru’s delighted face. He’s still got black circles under his eyes but they’re not as deep or dark as they were compared to the past couple of months. Suguru still looks a little gaunt and his cheeks still looks a bit hollow but nothing Satoru couldn’t fix with his slowly but surely improving cooking skills. He gets lost counting the crinkles in Suguru’s eyes, still shut close as he’s laughing, and the dimples in his cheeks, and Satoru thinks he’ll gladly suffer any humiliation at his expense if it means Suguru can keep laughing so freely.

And what did Suguru say about Satoru not paying attention to him?

“You’re wrong, you know,” Satoru says as Suguru’s laughter dies down. “I do pay attention to you. All the time.” 

Getou Suguru has held Gojo Satoru’s attention since their first meeting in Jujutsu Tech’s first year classroom. 

“No, you don’t.”

“Haaah?” How dare him? What does Satoru have to do, to say, to get it into his thick skull? How can Suguru not know that he basically occupies Satoru’s every waking thought. “Say that again you—”

“You don’t.” Suguru’s tone is light but firm, and it’s not an accusation, but Satoru hears it as one because he’s still guilty about that summer before their third year. He’ll probably be guilty about it forever. “Not the way I do to you.”

It’s not an accusation, but Satoru hears it as if it is and wishes that Suguru will mean it like it is. 

Lost in his soul crushing guilt and remorse, it completely goes over his head that this is, for all intents and purposes, a confession.

“After all, how can someone expect to hold the attention of someone more important than god?” 

Satoru hates that Suguru sounds like he thinks his devotion is a one-sided thing. Shouldn’t he know better by now?

“I should already consider myself to be so luck as to even get a modicum of the great Gojo Satoru’s time.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Satoru mumbles in response because he’s eloquent like that. He sags against him, lets his whole weight slump against Suguru’s and revels at the feeling of his strong built. He remembers a time when Suguru felt too brittle to even touch. Satoru turns to rest his chin on top of a bony shoulder. “You’re wrong, you know? You’re so wrong you don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t I?”

Suguru’s head is turned to him. If he angles just right and lifts himself a little he could easily kiss him. Satoru wants to kiss him so badly.

“You really don’t.” 

Suguru just hums in that way of his that means his indulging Satoru. Always indulging Satoru

“But that’s okay, you know? That you don’t pay attention to me as much as I do you.” 

‘No, it’s not,’ Satoru thinks and resolves to remedy that immediately, mind already whirring thinking up of over a hundred thousand ways to prove to Suguru how wrong he is. Satoru likes being right after all, especially when it’s against Suguru.

And then Suguru hits him with—

“That just means I get to look at you more without you being annoyingly smug about it,” Suguru finishes with that stupidly devastating pretty boy smile of his. He’s so, so pretty Satoru wants to fucking die.

“That’s—” Satoru clears his throat and narrows his eyes into a glare. He refuses to be rendered speechless by this oblivious fool once more in just a span of roughly ten minutes. “Skill-issue. It’s not my fault you get shy and can’t handle me in all my dazzling glory, but do feel free to indulge.” He lets out a put-upon sigh. “I promise to not be too smug about it when I catch you looking I guess.”

“Why, thank you, oh gracious honored one.”

The problem with Suguru, much to Satoru’s eternal chagrin, is that he doesn’t know that he can look at him wherever, whenever, and Satoru honestly wouldn't ever mind. Not even the slightest. And of course he’d be smug about it, but Suguru should know he shouldn’t be deterred by that! What was he supposed to do? Not bask in the warm glow of Suguru’s attention? When he’s fussing and fretting over him, does he expect Satoru to bat him away and tell him to stop?  

“You know I’m just thinking aloud, right?” Satoru says after awhile of just sitting together. “As in, I’m just making conversations. I don’t actually think I’m more important than god, or any god for that matter, you know.”

“To me you are,” Suguru responds without missing a beat.

Fuck him. Truly. He’s just full of lines today, huh? Satoru expected him to respond in jest. Something along the lines of ‘Oh? So, what? You were just talking out of your ass?’ and then they’ll return to ribbing each other because Satoru knows how to reply to that. It’s easy, it’s routine, it’s what they do. But Suguru today seems hell bent on making Satoru’s heart jump out of his chest because what was he even supposed to say to that? When someone tells you that you’re more important than god to them, what do you even say? Does anyone know?!

“I—Shit. Wait. Let me just—” Satoru turns his head the other way and tries to pull away to try and collect his thoughts but Suguru’s arm around his waist won’t let him. “Fucking hell, man. What was that all about?”

Fuck. Shit. Whose idea was it for them to sit outside in the field? And why is it so damn hot suddenly? It’s fucking autumn and it looked like it was going to rain when they first sat. Suguru’s heavy arm around him and the way he’s closing in is definitely not helping. 

“What was what?”

“That!” Indignation is clear and high in Satoru’s voice and no he did not keen when Suguru pulls him back to his side and bends down to peer at Satoru’s now clearly red face. “Will you stop it!”

“Stop what?”

“Being all smooth and shit!”

“You think I’m being smooth?”

Suguru smirks, all boyish charm and—oh, mmm, fuck. Satoru thinks his heart just skipped a beat. Godfucking damn him.

“Stop fucking with me, Suguru.” Satoryu lets his glasses slip down his nose to level Suguru with a glare. “I mean it.”

“Are you kidding?” Sugura laughs—the damn fucker laughs! “Why would I stop when that’s all I’ve been wanting to do since we first met!”

His words don’t sink in at first and Satoru’s first reaction was anger as he tries to get away from Suguru’s hold for real this time.

“Hah? You trying to pick a fight now? What the fu—”

But Suguru just keeps him in place, waits for the moment his words finally register, and watches as Satoru’s brain short circuit in real time.

“Wait. What do you—Are you—?”

“I’m not trying to be smooth, Satoru.” The hand on his waist feels like a vice grip and Satoru swallows the embarrassing sound he nearly lets out when Suguru’s grip tightens. “I meant every word I said.”

“What the—Are you saying you—me?” Suguru is being so intense right now, it’s messing all of Satoru’s higher brain capacities. He’s in so much disbelief he can’t even say the word. “You—me?”

“Yes. Me. You. You and me. Us.” Suguru rolls his eyes and his voice is exasperated but fond. Always so fond when it comes to Satoru. “What part of me saying you’re more important to me than god did you not understand?”

“I—” Satoru looks down at his hands. He feels his glasses slipping further but it doesn’t cross his mind to push it back up. Suguru’s words are ringing in his head, and like the first time he said it, he still doesn’t know what to say to that. He says this as much. “I…I really don’t know what to say to that.”

“You don’t have to say anything.”

“I feel like I should though. Say something. Or…or like…do something.”

“Well, since you don’t know what to say, what do you want to do then?”

Satoru looks up—at Suguru’s boyishly handsome face, his gentle eyes patiently waiting for Satoru’s next move, at his lips that are just…there, arched in a soft smile, wry and quirked up unevenly just a little to the right, and knows immediately what he wants to do.

“This.” 

And he leans in for a kiss.

He could feel Suguru smiling against his lips. Warm and soft and sweet because he’s been using the lip balm Satoru had bought for the twins in one of his trips but they said they didn’t like the flavor (who doesn’t like coconut? Suguru is not raising does kids right—). And it’s like Suguru just feels he’s thinking of something else because he licks at the seam of Satoru’s lips, bringing up a hand up to cup at his cheek. Satoru opens up easily and his tongue immediately tastes coffee, mint, and tobacco—a flavor profile distinctly Suguru—and he knows that Suguru is tasting the watermelon lollipop he’s just been sucking on earlier.

Ever the one with better self-control, Suguru is the one who pulls away first, but he makes up for it by planting one, two, three chaste kisses on Satoru to chase away his pouting.

“Ah, good response. Perfect even. A+ overall. Ten over ten.”

“Oh, shut up.” Satoru drops his forehead on Suguru’s shoulder, hits him weakly on the chest, and smiles when he feels his shoulder shake in laughter. “You know you’re important to me too, right? My one and only. I don’t want anyone else but you, Suguru. You’re it for me. I hope you know that.”

“I know.”

“So. Can I kiss you again?” Satoru lifts his head up, hopeful. 

“Satoru,” Suguru sighs and Satoru marvels at how his name sounds like something holy coming from his lips. “You don’t ever have to ask.”

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edit: now posted on ao3! i did some editing and added some more dialogues at the end hehe

[shrekyaoi]

Ah, I see we are well matched. A worthy opponent.

I did a autism style deep dive reverse image searching your photos to get the rest of the subspecies. Your Yuri photo comes from a photoshoot of the Chernobyl wolves which are the nominate Canis lupus lupus. Which is pretty funny that he's just a generic Eurasian grey wolf because they don't tend to be white. From the way you'd described him I was thinking more along the lines of Canis lupus albus. Makarov's photo is of a Mackenzie valley wolf Mackenzie valley wolf Canis lupus occidentalis just like Price's. Pretty cool that you had them mirror each other even if accidentally. Nikolai's photos is also of a wolf from Yellowstone which also happen to be Mackenzie valley wolf Canis lupus occidentalis. The image you used for Petrovna is of an Iberian wolf Canis lupus signatus. Soap's is of a Mongolian wolf Canis lupus chanco while Ghost is a Alaskan tundra wolf Canis lupus tundrarum. Your Roach image might actually just be a nominate grey wolf like Yuri's because when I refound the image it was labeled Canis lupus lupus.

i wanted yuri to be a weird fucking wolf for where he came from. i also would’ve made him a steppe wolf but those guys REALLY aren’t (usually) white (though they also have a higher than average rate of hybridization with domestic dogs of the region which is both fascinating and deliberate on my part). he’s not true white, either, and he doesn’t have leucism or albinism. he’s just fucking weird. the fact that the pic i chose is one of the chernobyl wolves is sending me. truly the stars aligning

considering i was trying to find a wolf that also looked a hell of a lot like makarov, it doesn’t surprise me at all but it’s still pretty goddamn cool it worked out that way. i wonder if the black fur gene is just running amok in the mackenzie valley wolves or if it’s just a coincidence. shit’s wild.

once again with the damn mackenzie valley wolves—he’s got a weird phenotype though, which is why i called him “brindled” in the fic. not a true brindling like you’d see in a full dog, but pretty close. i know the yellowstone wolves have a lot going on but i haven’t looked into where they were sourced originally considering the entire population was reintroduced. actually, i‘ll probably look into it later because that sounds fascinating

makes sense considering how muddy her coat is. iberian wolves are so damn pretty. she looks like the “less of a freak” version of her brother which is how god intended, as she is more of a freak than him in most other respects. balance in all things. this also brings up a related point—werewolves don’t necessarily look like their siblings more than the surface level stuff, or are even the same species. if zverev was a wolf, he’d have a light but “smoky” coat, maybe like a mexican wolf but i’ll have to trawl for the right example

i like the tannish colours you get from wolves that typically live in steppes, so it doesn’t surprise me that that’s where soap’s wolf is from, too (also, he looks like he has a mohawk in that picture although that is most likely just folded skin from sitting all silly style). i’m starting to feel like i should justify some of my choices. trust me bro.

ghost’s wolf definitely looks like an alaskan tundra wolf shape-wise (especially in the ears) but there’s gotta be some other shit going on in there because never in my LIFE have i ever seen a colouration like that unless there’s interbreeding going on. i think we can chalk that one up to “mostly that species but probably some dog in there as well” or, well, more dog than usual. who knows, though, genes like to get silly all the time. this specific wolf seems to have been part of the pack at the alaska zoo but was taken by anchorage as a pup with the rest of her siblings so unless they did testing i don‘t think we can really know either way. fun to speculate though!

fuck. okay, this one requires some disentangling. it sure did look to me like a steppe wolf when i found it initially, but considering it was fuckass in the night you know how these things go. i will give you a roach reassignment consolation prize:

i have done my best to ensure this is indeed a steppe wolf. if it is not i am sorry and also fuck this stupid baka life. a sidenote on the topic: it’s dubious if the steppe wolf (specifically canis lupus campestris) even exists genetically and has been referred to pretty frequently as the eurasian wolf/grey wolf so it COULD be that (a lot of the papers they’re even mentioned in is just as the wolves of the region and not by any specific name). however, well, we all know saying “idk though it sure looks like [thing]” doesn’t really mean jack or shit in the grand scheme of genetics. as i mentioned earlier, these guys also frequently interbreed with dogs. in all likelihood, they‘re just a population of eurasian wolves that look a little scragglier than the surrounding areas. which, i mean, that works for roach pretty well

anyhow. kudos for reverse image searching all of these fuckin Guys you absolute madlad. what is science and biologically intensive porn aus without peer review

[tqmlecherocuki]

Milk, Choco and Yam sitting around the campfire, stars are shining above them. Milk looks conflicted

M: "So, um... Choco..."

The mentioned one turned their head to the one that called, Yam does too, for there was nothing else that was interesting

M: "Your uh... father... he is- thanks to his souljam he is... immortal, yes?"

C: "...You could say that... he has lived many... lifetimes."

M: "Do- do you know his age??"

Yam raised an eyebrow while Choco stared, then looks down, Milk's curiosity falters at the realization that he had probably said something wrong, he was about to state his apologies until

C: "I... believe this year he'll turn 530..."

M: "...oh."

Milk just stares at the horizon, it was hard to tell what he was feeling just from his expression alone, this concerned Choco after a while. Yam decided to fidget with his gloves in the meantime, his neutral expression turned into a frown as he furrowed his eyebrows, his lips trembled, almost opening before he decided to crack his knuckles. luckily, he wouldn't have to wait long until Milk spoke up again after staring back at the concerned Choco.

M: "It's just... ah, it's nothing, but it isn't, really. It's just..."

Milk did some gestures as his smile came back, his eyebrows still furrowed.

M: "It is... the exact opposite of nothing, really. I just- what if-- i-it makes this meeting, us meeting... quite something, you know?"

He stared at Yam and Choco expectantly, Yam just nodded, failing to look convincing.

M: "Because your father... he could've chosen to have you... god- many, many years ago and well... you... th-the... gene? of- hah- immortality doesn't just.. carry on along, right??"

C: "No, my father was not born immortal, that is his souljam... and I do not have one of my own, so... I am just merely mortal."

M: "R-right, okay... which means by the time me and Yam would've been born, you... wouldn't have been here... if you were born a long time ago, which you could've!'

Milk paused and let out a breath before continuing

M: "That would've meant this conversation would've just... not happened! at all- I would've still been in my village and Yam... well, he would still be in the arena, yes??"

Yam chuckled, Chocos head darted to the noise.

Y: "That's just putting too much faith on me, Milk."

M: "Well! I- other people would've here, having a conversation instead! and oh, oh my village... I've been hearing about how other adults wish to become children again because uh- stress, but, me? celestials, no... being a child in my village... goodness, you were just the right size for a cacao eagle to come and swoop up its meal..."

Yam's smug grin didn't stay long as Milk spoke while Choco tensed up at his words. He shuddered after finishing, but, he shook it off quickly.

M: "What I am trying to say is...! this wouldn't have happened, so, so many factors could've just... modified this interaction. So, um- I am glad everything- I am glad the stars aligned for this to have happened...! ...or-or something...?"

Milk clasped his hands, now the dirt being very interesting to look at, looks like the other two thought the same.

The sounds of the night, such as some far away crickets and the gentle wind tuned back in.

Yam cleared his throat, loud enough for the others to glance at him

Y: "That's... uh... definitely a way to say... you're glad you've met us...?"

Yam visibly cringed after finishing the sentence. The two now properly staring at him. Milk wanted to say something but Choco beat him to it

C: "Yes... I am... also glad to have met and have spent time... with the both of you. Especially considering the other uh... company... I've had in recent years prior... yes, more... pleasant... now."

Yam perked up

Y: "Ye-yeah! honestly? I thought you both were going to uh- SUCK, no uh... offense?"

Milk smiled and and raised his hands, palms facing out while gently swaying them as in a way to say "you're fine"

C: "None taken."

Y: "Uh, well-surprise, surprise- you didn't! so, uh. good. I am- I am glad...!! too!"

Choco smiled at him as Yam became fixated on the floor, again, blush creeping up his cheeks that only felt stronger after hearing Milk let out a breathy, plesant, gentle laugh.

M: "...I see! well um- minus the uh- hah- existencial crisis of what ifs and what could'ves- yes... what I was trying to express was indeed my gratitude of us- all of us meeting- I am glad, too, very glad in fact!"

Y: "Ye-yeah... I'm glad I got lucky, too."

Choco let out a hum in agreement.

Y: "You think I could win- what's it's face- the lottery with how much luck I have??"

Yam's smug smile came back as Milk let out an equally pleasant, but, louder laugh while Choco put a hand against their mouth as they giggled, that sound is also nice, Yam thought.

They were all so lucky.

Dark Cacao in this setting had Choco 29 years ago, thought process is that "if he didn't do it now, he never will" so uh, vavoom, Choccy.

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This takes place before they were all in a romantic polyam relationship.