#fuck w all their lives like this chess board

[silviakundera]

Kinnporsche Fanfic Recs

In celebration of the 2 year anniversary, here is an avalanche of Kinn/Porsche fics that I've enjoyed. Painfully incomplete & posted in no particular order. My shipping interests are 100% focused on the K/P couple and that will be reflected in my list, sorry 😘.

Deep Like a Coastal Shelf by Lilla_Torg

(79,000 words) Green Arrow inspired AU. "After five years abroad, Kinn Theerapanyakul returns to find his city under siege by a vigilante known as the Phoenix."

Stain of Sun by Lilla_Torg

(78,000 words) Omega brothers Porsche (hacker) and Chay (grifter) team up to take down the Theerapanyakul crime family. Things do not go as planned. // This marries A/B/O with mutant powers. As long as you're not wholly opposed to Omegaverse, give it a chance. Every one of this author's long KPtS fics is a banger.

Pouring Down Crimson Fire by Lilla_Torg

(119,000 words) Sort of a mutant AU but honestly that underplays how fucking cool this fic is. “I think you know something about keeping secrets,” said Kinn. He flashed Porsche a pocket-ace smirk. “You’re mine. Say it.”

The boy he’d been fourteen years ago would have told him where to shove it. But Porsche had been around long enough to know that the mafia always won. Still, he looked around, searching for a way out, before giving up and turning back to Kinn, those black eyes awaiting his surrender.

“I’m yours,” he said.

a perpetual unscattering by concernedlily

(31,000 words) Canon-divergence AU. “Pissing in bottles behind a cocktail bar,” Kinn said. “But Pa gave him to me, so I’m stuck with him.” To a visibly furious Porsche he said, “You don’t know the minor family? Never come across any of them before?”

“How would I know the fucking minor family?” Porsche snapped.

what a tangled web we weave by fortunehasgivenup

(80,000 words) 1000 Nights inspired alternate universe, fantasy-historical Thailand. // After the betrayal of his first husband, King Anakinn Theerapanyakul vows to never love again. Once a week, he takes a new husband, a young man who will not live to see another dawn.

When a nobleman comes to find a young man to adopt and marry off to the king in place of his own son, Thee chooses Chay.

Faced with an outcome that he refuses to contemplate, Porsche steps in and takes Chay's place. He only has one request for the king - to be allowed to tell his brother one last bedtime story.

Burn Your Name Into My Skin by Everyforkedroad

(72,000 words) In which Kinn visits a high-end sex club and he & Porsche meet under the guise of anonymity for what should be a 1 night encounter. Except not only are they intensely drawn together... things are not what they seem.

Salt by ronandhermy

(49,000 words) Sweat stings because the salt is purifying. Porsche may be in high school but he is still a National Champion in Taekwondo and he catches the eye of the national team's newest sponsor: The Theerapanyakun Family. Alternate first meeting. Leans into the darkness of canon, read the tags and proceed w caution.

how do you like it, daddy by Baby_Droll

(28,000 words) "and ain't shit 'bout me cheap and ain't shit 'bout me free" - our lord and savior, florence millicent. kinn & porsche, and all the other pieces on their fucked up chess board. a sugar baby/daddy au with an omegaverse twist. // This is a dark reimagining alternate universe. Iconic toxic K/P fic.

two shots by Martynax

(81,000 words) AU, different first meeting. Porsche joined the armed forces & became a hired gun. // “So I’m supposed to end a mafia dispute?”

“Something like that,” he mutters, wondering if he’s making a mistake, revealing it to Porsche so soon. Nothing is set in stone, after all. But he has a gut feeling that the man appreciates honesty and simplicity much more than intrigue and schemes.

be the best you ever tasted by Martynax

(90,000 words) an AU where Porsche's life is shit so he shakes his perky little bum for strangers at a strip club and Kinn books him for a private show. Porsche doesn't fuck customers and shouldn't get associated with whatever grey business his boss is trying to run out of the club. But... you know how this is gonna go.

between the sheets by DasWarSchonKaputt

(70,000 words) “And who’s that?”

“Oh. That’s Porsche. He’s Khun Kinn’s live-in boytoy. He’s harmless, mostly. Just a pretty face.”

A boyfriend can go so many places a bodyguard can’t. As the threat of a potential leak in their security forces looms large, Khun Korn hatches a plot to place an added layer of protection around his heir presumptive. Enter Porsche, former bartender, current bodyguard, and reluctant fake boyfriend of Kinn Theerapanyakul.

Stumbling to the Edge by FireRisingOverTheHills

(51,000 words) Of the genre of KP fics where Kinn and Porsche meet-cute in a random bar encounter, instead of a meet-ugly, this one is my fav. I just really enjoy the Kinn PoV with his what?! is?! happening??? vibes as he finds himself irresistibly drawn to someone who doesn't fit neatly into defined roles.

"He makes this all seem like it’s perfectly normal and Kinn is helpless to do anything but go along with it."

Whatever Else that Touches You by technicallyverycowboy

(9,330 words) Tender established relationship and bisexual self discovery, post canon. // "No, it's fine." Porsche shifts to be a little less plastered against Kinn's side, straightens his shoulders and smooths out his jacket with great dignity. "The answer to your question is yes, I have really never been with any other men."  Porsche answers questions, asks some of his own, tries new things, and fills in the knowledge gaps of his own sexuality.

An Elegant Mechanism by Laughsalot3412

(87,000 words) A/B/O AU, Kim centric with some background K/P and dysfunctional brothers & cousin bonding. The only fic on this list that isn't K/P primary. //  "Kim was only an omega when he was luring people closer to his gun. No one had to give Kim a weapon. He was one.  (Kim's mission is to get close to Porchay Kittisawat. Chay is not a typical alpha. Kim is not a typical omega. Kim isn't having feelings and Chay is going to be so normal about all of this.)"

Love and Violence by thewayside

(9,500 words) Beautifully written, post ep 14. // "Love and violence have always been bedfellows for Kinn. Down to how his first proper relationship ended in a pool of blood. Porsche’s beauty might have drawn him in, but he knows in his gut that he met someone in kind that first night, blood coursing through their veins as the fight ended and Porsche led him onto a bike to a road he barely knew."

Burnished night, blood-soaked stars by The_Old_Astronomer

(13,000 words) Missing scene set between the end of episode 6 and the side story (pre-ep 7). Porsche fights to keep Kinn alive after the attack, and gradually realises how much the other man means to him.

Night Call by vesna (mrsronweasley)

(34,500 words) "On Kinn's birthday, Kinn is dragged by Tae and Time to a strip club, where he gets a private dance from a man who calls himself Jom. Kinn is smitten. Things spin out from there." Canon AU, where Porsche became a stripper because bartending wasn't paying enough.

NFWMB by vesna (mrsronweasley)

(18,700 words) There's a rushing in Kinn's ears, a noise he can't shake. It almost makes him miss the next thing Arm tells him. "He was supposed to check in, as per protocol, but—"  "But what," Kinn snaps. A headache is building behind one of his eyes.  Arm's eyes are wide right before he lowers them and says, "He hasn't been heard from in two and a half hours."  Or, post-canon Porsche is kidnapped. Kinn goes through it.

Caught Off Guard by Altered_Ego

(23,000 words) The one where Porsche is one of his escort's bodyguard. Alternate first meeting; Porsche took another path to support his brother.

the less i know the better by mslunita

(45,000 words) Bored Kinn joins Tinder in hopes of getting his rocks off with a different kind of guy, instead of the standard escorts. Porsche challenges him in just the right way. // Alternate first meeting. Basically their canon selves, but this is after Porsche has already had his bi awakening.

XXX curious STRAIGHT boy BEGS for COCK for the FIRST TIME XXX by mirrorofprinces

(35,000 words ) Porn industry AU. “Porsche is extremely close to signing. In fact, he has a final meeting with the execs on Monday morning. The only condition is that he wants to request his first partner, and it’s you.”  Kinn takes a long drink of his whiskey, sets the glass down, and runs his tongue over his teeth. “So you had to meet with me, urgently, to tell me that a beautiful boy wants me to fuck him, thinking I’d say no.�� He drums his fingers on the bartop. “Which means there’s a catch.”

paint my kiss across your chest (your touch is like a happy pill) by darkknight

(16,000 words) Episode 8 era. "Porsche discovers different new ways of how good sex can feel, ways that would never even have crossed his mind before meeting Kinn."

quis custodiet ipsos custode by concernedlily

(8,600 words) Porsche being on dangerous missions and Kinn discovering he has Feelings About That. Missing scenes and Post Ep 14.

Wing of a Butterfly by Kalere

(320,000 words) Some years before the canon storyline, two young men have a random encounter at a bar. Their friendship changes everything. // The epic Porsche & Vegas friendship fic.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

I love the rapid digestion stories that have been going around a lot but that gosha trilogy (especially the second one) you wrote was my faaaavorite. multiple day digestion, live digestion, multiple prey, family dynamics, belching and bones are all my major buttons being pushed <3 do you think you could write some more stories like that? maybe about an older brother digesting his little brothers over a weekend when their dad’s not in town? or a jock eating a chess club or a dad digesting his sons? something along those lines… honestly you could just write a 4th gosha story and i’d love it but i haven’t even seen that anime LOL

Oh trust me, it’s pushing a lot of my buttons, too. These are all really interesting ideas…but I think I’ll pick the chess one! Haven't done something with that idea yet.

"W-Wait, please!" the club member screams, trying to squirm around. He sinks deeper with each gulp, a hand holding onto the back of his shirt to keep him somewhat still as he slides downward. "Stop! Stop, please! I don't wanna die! Please stop! Plea--" Jaws snap down over his face and a final gulp sends him slithering down the hatch.

The jock lets out a sigh and leans back in his chair. His gut is stuffed full, having knocked over the chess table in front of him about three nerds ago. The pieces are scattered around on the floor, and even if he did bother to pick them up, he wouldn't remember where they go on the board anyway. He never figured out chess, but he didn't need to anyway. He's the quarterback, that's where the focus goes. And being the quarterback means sacrifices have to be made.

A thick belch rumbles out of the jock, a pair of glasses flying out of his jaws. He slurps over his lips lazily and pats his gut a few times with a pleased groan. "Fuck me...is that the last of you chess club dweebs? Dunno how these clubs all get so big...but at least it's lots of bulking protein." He gives the side of his gut a smack and lets loose another thick belch.

This was the quarterback's "secret" to his mass and quick bulking. He goes after clubs of 'nerds' and packs them all away. He's been doing this since he was a freshman--the math club went missing the same day, by total and complete coincidence. Since then, he's packed away at least one of these clubs a month. Last month had been the book club, the one before that was the film club, and before that was the art club...but this month was the chess club.

The jock's gut groans loudly, the bulges of the club stretching out hs gut in a mass of human shapes packed together. There'd been about eight of them, none even close to the jock's size, so he had no problem packing them away like sardines. His guts must be hell with them all packed in so tight, fighting for space while bubbling acids rise around them and his strong abs crush in closer and closer. He wasn't very sympathetic to their plight, though. If killing off a bunch of nerds made him bigger, then honestly, they were giving up their lives for a way better cause. No one even cares about chess! Who's gonna miss them?

The jock belches again, the sound getting harsher as he lets out bigger ones. It makes his gut shrink just a bit and one of those nerds starts screaming loud. It's still hard to make out over all of the other panicking voices and the thick gurgling of his tank. The club clearly didn't expect to get packed away like this. They'd been training for the upcoming competition when the jock came in and starts packing them down the hatch, one after another. He didn't greet them, didn't mock them, never even gave a reason. He just yanked them out of their chairs, one after another, and packed them away into his boiling tank.

Just like usual, the nerds start falling apart like the meat they are. It took ten minutes since the last of them was packed away before the first croaked, melting down into a thick sludge while packed under his club members. The jock can tell when it happened because the rest of them started panicking more. It made him belch, and a skull flies out of his jaws thanks to it. He snorts and pats his gut a few times. "Man, you nerds freak out so much but then you just melt like nothing! If you didn't wanna help me bulk, maybe you shouldn't die so fast."

The jock's gut works hard and loud, slowly starting to shrink back as it works. Several more members melt down into the churning meat slurry starting to fill the jock's gut. He belches up a shoe, another skull, and a chess piece he accidentally swallowed. Once his gut is about half the size it had been, he gets up, rubbing it as it sloshes around. "Got a couple of you still kicking in there, huh? That's too bad, I gotta start working out. Just try to die before then, yeah? Gotta make sure your meat gets put to use." He flexes his stomach. Something snaps inside and he grins to himself. He can't help himself...a big guy like him was made to mulch nerds. He just uses the clubs for bulking. But he eats nerds like the snacks they are, every day of the week. It feels good.

The chess club would be snuffed out halfway through the quarterback's workout. The mess left behind would be found that night by a janitor, and by then, the jock would be snoring away in bed, his belly pumping away whatever was left of yet another club.

[rayshippouuchiha]

Aideku au where no.1 hero deku (or a diff name) has to stop hero work temporarily after an injury (in a battle against afo? Idk) and works at us while he’s healing to “help the next gen of heroes” (WITH a teaching license)

And he does analysis for the hero students and teaches them it so they can improve and find villains weaknesses

He’s constantly bursting into aizawas lessons and class 1A is like “huh. He’s smart. He’s the no.1 hero. He seems like he’s friends w aizawa even tho he seems annoyed. What if they…got together???”

So they start planning on how to set them up and try to get the other teachers in on it. Monoma sees this and is like “no way VLAD SENSEI WERE HELPING U SEDUCE THE NO1 HERO”

Meanwhile aizawa is annoyed bc his husband keeps interrupting his class and now the students are up to something. Izuku on the other hand revels in the chaos he’s caused while having tea w nedzu

Okay okay no I love this.

So Izuku, #1 Pro Hero Dekiru, ends up getting browbeat into taking some time off by a combination of Shouta, his mom, his agency, and Toshi-sensei giving him sad eyes and going "don't make the same mistakes I did, my boy".

But, of course, Izuku being Izuku, he's going stir crazy in under a week.

There are only so many cold case files Naomasa will let him get his hands on and he was banned from stepping foot in any police building outside of an emergency by day 3.

Shouta's threatened to divorce him if he sets up one more conspiracy board in their apartment after the last two migrated from his office to the living room and one of the cats got tangled up in a bunch of the string and sent one of them crashing down at 3 am in the middle of them having "quality time" and startled both of them so bad that Izuku shattered yet another headboard and Shouta had to both get his capture weapon repaired and dodge Hizashi's questions about his limp for the next week.

Plus there's the fact that his main PR agent Hifumi-san has threatened to kill him herself if he tries to revive his HeroTube channel again after that last scandal/debacle with those anti-mutant Gang Orca haters he threatened to fight in front of All Might and all of the Gods. (He's holding onto control of his official Twitter account by the skin of his teeth at this point too because he won't stop tweeting controversial but entirely true shit but he won't let her take his #DekiruRants from him too.)

So he's obviously running out of things to do and has resorted to playing online CAH with Nezu since they've been banned from playing online chess/shogi/checkers/9 deck go fish/Minecraft/all terraforming games/and monopoly specifically together by Shouta and the others.

Which is, of course, around the time Nezu has a glorious idea. Maybe Izuku should put that teaching license he got the last time he broke his leg and had some downtime to use.

So Izuku, faced with the opportunity to spend more time with Shouta during the day and to, frankly, get the fuck out of the apartment in a way that won't get him in trouble, instantly agrees.

It only takes two afternoons of seeing Dekiru beaming up at Aizawa-sensei, patting Bakugou on the head and cooing about how "Kacchan is growing up so well", hovering over Todoroki, and giving the entire 1-A class ridiculously detailed analysis on their quirks before 1-A decides that they have to have him for keeps.

Thus begins their earnest efforts to Parent Trap Aizawa-sensei and Dekiru.

Monoma of course can't allow that to happen which results in Vlad King (one of the only staff members who doesn't know Aizawa and Izuku are married) also being put on the spot.

Aizawa's less than pleased about that, especially since Vlad's crush on Dekiru is basically an office joke by this time.

Bright side though, Izuku's not bored anymore.

[disgruntledspacedad]

hello! dont know if youre taking requests currently but maybe a sweet lil hc about having a game night w/ each of pedros boys and what games they would want to play, if they're competitive, idk things like that! feel free to have fun w that idea tho :) also hope your having a good day <3

The Boys and Game Night

Javier Peña 

Javi is fiercely competitive in all of his pursuits, but he really shines at bar games. Think darts, cards, and shooting pool. He will smirk and tease and talk a lot of smack, but for the most part, he plays fair. Just don’t expect him to take it easy on you.

Din Djarin

You might have to convince him a little, but once Din relaxes, he makes an excellent partner. Din Djarin is a quick learner, and he’s got an excellent mind for strategy and spatial awareness. He patiently teaches you Dejarik, and, once you’ve got the hang of things, he shows you no mercy. He might even chuckle a little when you groan in frustration at yet another defeat, and sometimes, you catch him fiddling with your rubik’s cube during those long hyperspace jumps. 

Maxwell Lord

This motherfucker cheats badly at monopoly and blushes and blusters when you call him out on it. That’s really not a surprise. What’s more shocking is that Max Lord is the undisputed charades champion. When you tease him that he missed his calling in theatre, Max smirks, backs you into the wall, and kisses you silent. 

Marcus Pike

Listen, you have not lived until you’ve played Twister with Marcus Pike, okay? It doesn’t even matter who wins - you both wind up in a tangled heap on the floor, red-faced and laughing. 

Marc Moreno

Marc Moreno might look like an unassuming sweetheart, but he’s got the dirtiest mind of all of the boys, and a quick wit to match. He will absolutely annihilate you at Card Against Humanity. Seriously. Be careful with your drink, or you might just wind up spewing beer out your nose, and take it from me, that shit hurts.

Jack Daniels

Whiskey is a blast at a party, but never, ever invite him to poker night unless you want to lose all of your cash. Whiskey is the kind of asshole who is always making funny faces at his hand - so expressive that you lose your fucking focus, and so random that it’s impossible to know if he’s bluffing. He’s also pretty good at yard jenga, and not one bit shy about bragging on his rock-steady fingers. 

Pero Tovar

Pero doesn't really have the patience for board games. Instead, he might challenge you to a spar, and if that’s off the table, a drinking game. Don’t be fooled, though; this Spaniard is competitive as fuck, and if you play your hand correctly, you can coerce him into just about any number of ‘compromising’ scenarios. He might just have fun, too.

Zach Wellison

Chess, clue, battleship, risk - Zach is the king of critical thinking. He will outsmart you every time, and he’s only mildly apologetic about it.

Ezra

An all around shoo-in as the winner of whatever game you’re playing, Ezra is the guy that you want at your back during game night. He’s got a brain packed full of random facts, the kind of asshole who always takes the pie at Trivial Pursuit. Ezra is also really good at word games like taboo, catch phrase, and scrabble.

Frankie Morales

Frankie is a soft boy at heart, the sort of sweetie that might subtly let you win until you call him on it. You don’t even realize it’s happening until you crash a boys’ night at Benny’s place. There, you discover a whole new side of Frankie Morales - the ruthless, level-headed strategist with a sharp mind and a eye for detail. You’re absolutely awestruck and a little turned on by this cut-throat, shit-talking Frankie, and when you get him home, you're quick to tell him so. 

“Really, babe? No mercy?” he confirms, that lopsided dimple flashing gorgeously as he cracks a slow, knowing smile in your direction.

You swallow dryly, keenly aware of the predatory gleam in his eyes as the backs of your thighs brush the edge of your bed. “Absolutely none.”

Thank god my voice came out pretty level, is the last coherent thought you have before Frankie is all over you, hands and lips and tongue and teeth and hard warm body enveloping you in a mind-numbing flood of devastating sensation. 

Fuck game night, am I right?

[limetimo]

RAB fics I read (26Jul-6Aug)

The Past is The Present, The Future is The Past by DearOurMoony I. am. in. love. with. this. concept. bye. bye. Regulus lived and Regulus died but mama Black raised no quitter. From the space between lifes, 18yo Regulus ambushes 16yo James Potter in his dreams and asks him to change the future by befriending 15yo Regulus. There's like, uuummm, so much going on.

Until You're Home by AmeliaDarkholme Aaaaaaaaaaaaa angst but also a mindfuck, Sirius feels, canon was truly one of the darker timelines, very beautiful very powerful

Turned Tides by rsbarelle Regulus steps in to protect Sirius, gets crucioed for his troubles, and is dragged off to the Potters with Sirius. Bartylus with Jegulus endgame.

The Marauders and the Prisoner of Azkaban by SilverShadow1 Alternate universe MArauders + Regulus + Lily are reading the Prisoner of the Azkaban

to the dark lord by justwhatialwayswanted Regulus doesn't want to serve the dark lord or join the order, so naturally the next logical step is to start building his own, cooler club. That boy is playing 5d chess every waking moment and I love him your honour also Peacock Evan Rosier my beloveds. Very good if you're looking for Slytherin friendships!

Trans-figuration by Quietlemonhush It's wolfstar anniversary and Regulus gives them something he thinks they both would very much appreciate. He isn't wrong, but he didn't know how far in denial and fear Sirius was about his gender. It all works out tho, Wolfstar has hot anniversary sex and Sirius accepts his genderfluidity for the first time in his life.

Meetings That Start In The Dark by writingamarie :)

unbreakable heaven by battlehamster Regulus is deeply traumatised after a really bad relationship and can't allow himself to fall in love. Which sucks because he's pretty much gone on James Potter already. Casual sex it is! Meanwhile James is head over heels for the younger Black and willing to take anything Regulus gives him, even if it's killing him inside.

Rest In Peace? No, Live In Peace by A2idB1u3 Regulily had a baby and Barty used to date Sirius and canon stuff happened and Barty was raising Harry till like 9 or 10 when the aurors caught up with them adn akdkj I need to know what happens next

Drugs and surgical scrubs by anauro no need for introductions 10/10

Rock 'N' Roll, Baby! by bugsbabe Jegulus Wrong number Marauders band AU I'm pumped up

A (somewhat unconventional) Black Family Getaway by Trex_patronus wonderful inspired gorgeous showstopping, if you want some top notch black brothers dynamics, Trex is your guy gal pal!

Oaths Kept & Oaths Broken by Trex_patronus everything I said before ^ in angsty flavour

The house of discord by Petite00 for AryaCahill I love itttttttt Buckbeak my beloved, Reg and Sirius reverting to children in 0,1 secs of meeting each other

Madness by any other name by AtomicMint Regulus agrees to tutor one (1) Hufflepuff, gets an army of Puffs teaching him the importance of human connections and the true meaning of love ♥

A Full Guide To Gardening For Amateurs by aphrsditea James is bipolar and ADHD and his flowers are DYING. Thankfully his new mysterious hostile neighbour Regulus knows a thing or ten about gardening and agrees to save James' poor roses from demise.

Stowaway by Propheciesanddreams (propheciesanddreams) Regulus runs away to the Potters'

The Secrets of Regulus Black by Josiem Secrets. Regulus has them. It'S necessary to keeping Sirius safe.

The Break and the Fall by allalrightagain screaming Regulus/Peter Pettigrew

Art Heist, Baby! by otrtbs I am destroyed, I will never recover, I will forever hold this fic dear to my heart

You Belong With Me by lolregulus for sigme7 Regulus just wants to go home back to France; modern boarding school au with wolfstar and jegulus and ohmygod they were roommates

Elective Affinities by Caecelia author didn't update anything since 2012 but fuck me the story is so intriguing. Time traveler Harry rooming with Snape

Lead The Way by thissucks Walnut and Onion die in Sirius' NEWT year and Sirius is now responsible for his lil brother. He doesn't really want to, but Dumbledore would much rather have Regulus in the Order than with Death Eaters...

All You Need Is 20 Seconds by thissucks After Sirius got disowned Regulus was sent to france so that he couldn't die or something. He got married, has two children, and it's 1995 and the little family is moving back to England to kick some ressurected butt. I love his wife so much I cannot even

career goals: tyrant by justwhatialwayswanted like to the dark lord but instead of playing 5d chess with his surroundings, TerminatoReg tells reality what he wants it to be, and it becomes it :D Funtastic

Diptych by pansysnarkinson Lucius gave Regulus the diary to unleash the Basilisk. Once Regulus figured out what was happening he set out on a lotr-esque journey to hide the Diary until later notice. That plan has some serious holes but I'm blaming Dumbledore for those

My Own Private Blackpool by LadyVisenya a girl OC from Percy's year has a friend who turns out to be a very traumatised REgulus Black. They set out to hunt horcruxes and defeat VOldemort together

Selective blindness by Shadowmun Severus/Regulus

I thought I was “dead to you” by Jegulussun Regulus wakes up with amnesia, to find out he's on good terms with his brother and married to James Potter of all people.

What it is that makes me run by catastrophizemoony ♥♥♥

Stan Shunpike by JuliaDaviesMcdonaldFraser one v short chapter but it looks promising!

[cheddertm]

You know what, fuck it. ROTBTD BOARD GAME AU

That’s right the Big Four are now random board games that Jamie and Sophie have in their house. Each game can interact with each other, but they do it during certain days. This is call ‘Game Night’!

Game Night can happen every week to once a month. It depends a lot on the schedules of The Bennetts. Not everyone has to participate in it of course, but it’s recommended!

When they play their games, it’s more realistic. Battleship? Slapped onto a ship in the ocean. Clue? Entering a mansion with a whole new outfit for the party. The person(s) of the game can’t change the rules or layout, but can stop the game in emergencies.

Merida (Exploding Kittens)

-Has been in the Bennett household the shortest, around two years now. Her game was bought for Jamie on his 12th birthday to play with his friends. So sometimes her box is out in the living room instead if the closet w/everyone else

-Definitely a very competitive person, but is working on cooling down when needed. She loves playing with friends. Especially with her and Jack making bets, Rapunzel has a small tally of who’s winning overall! (It’s Jack by one)

-Since Merida was the newest game in the house, she was pretty awkward when meeting the other games for the first time. Definitely has opened up over time, but is the most comfortable with her little group

-In her belts have little pockets where tiny grenades are stored. They can’t hurt anyone badly as they’re very small compared to the bombs used in game. But they do hurt for a bit if you get hit by one

Jack (Uno)

-Besides Hiccup, definitely one of the oldest games in the household. They family’s had the game for around seven years. Jack’s box and cards are still in really good condition!

-Viewed a lot as an older brother to other games, especially when they first come to the house. Everyone is basically family to him

-Definitely brags a lot, light heartedly, how much the family plays his game. Especially during family reunions where there’s even more chaos his card game can cause

-Being the very colorful boy he is, Jack can change his hair color to the main UNO colors. He keeps it mostly white as it’s his natural hair and it contrasts his very colorful hoodie when he’s wearing it

Rapunzel (Candyland)

-The family bought her game before Sophie was born, so she’s been in the family for four years. But because Jamie was never really interested in her, Rapunzel spent most of her time waiting in the closet

-Absolutely ADORES Sophie and loves when she plays because of that child imagination. Aka Sophie made her own character to walk through Candyland once and she loves it

-Rapunzel somehow gets both treated highly yet like a child. It’s a weird thing as she’s Queen of her game, but also aimed for a younger audience. That’s why she loves how her friends do neither of those things, though it helps Hiccup is also royalty

-Makes a lot of things in her spare time. From outfits to buildings in her kingdom. Rapunzel is great at making nick nacks with the help of her little marshmallow pet, Pascal. But even with all that, she refuses to make shoes to wear for herself. Both her and Jack have an anti-shoe policy for themselves

Hiccup (Chess)

-The oldest game out of his friends at around ten years. He already expected neither of the kids playing his game because of others. But he does get pulled out of the closet a few times by parents or Jamie trying his best to understand Chess

-Doesn’t want to be bias on which side he plays as so every Game Night, Hiccup changes who he’s King for. The other chess pieces like that :]

-Hiccup still doesn’t know how to act when people treat him like a king, as he is one, or like a big brother because of how he’s the oldest. He’s getting better at conversations, but he’s pretty awkward without his main group

-Hiccup lost his left leg when Sophie dropped the king piece once. Luckily only a small piece chipped off and easily was attached back with hot glue. But for him, Rapunzel made a prosthetic leg out of candy. He’s still trying to make it up to her

[dirtyrottenraskel]

my take on yueki's personalities

yue 

notes / personality

cocky (but also like understated confidence - r e g a l af) 

kind of a nerd

maybe a little entitled, and a little bratty and suki loves to indulge her or to rile her up depending on her mood

books

seems soft but made of steel

strong sense of duty

socially intelligent - can be manipulative and suki (the dork) thinks it is so hot 

aloof queen bee typa beat

supportive, both in ur day to day and in going after your big moral life goals 

deep water - steady and powerful, often underestimated

untold depths, private yet surprisingly nurturing - master of deflecting away from herself

political nerd - well read, and when she has someone she trusts not to take advantage of her, she goes OFF 

distrusting of most people, has been used and ignored and underestimated her whole life

patient - homegirl knows how to play the long game

excellent at pai sho / chess 

she and suki have epic battles of wits - dif types of strategy but both are really into it and get a little too competitive (multiple board games have had to be replaced over the years)

loves travel bc wasn’t allowed to much, esp when she was sick 

was super repressed growing up - never let her be herself or really have any sort of independence

used to sneak out and wander around in rebellion and casually sabotage plans and decisions she didn’t agree with 

introverted, many opinions but keeps them to herself, discreet but well spoken

weaponizes secrets and information - doesn’t often use it but...she could

definitlyyyyy worries and overthinks and re-evaluates - worries ab social politics a lot

obsessive about picking things - wants it to be perfect

shes growing into her confidence as a leader

prefers quite intimate places

incredibly romantic

classic lit

planner for the future - visionary

kind / sweet / gentle - yes, but that’s also her “front” to a degree (seriously, i feel like she gets painted as so sweet and submissive and one dimensional by the fandom a lot of times and it freakin kills me)

INFJ-T (The Advocate) ((yes this is from 16p which i know is not super accurate but u can still catch her overall vibes from it ya know)

Creative/insightful/principled/compassionate/altruistic

sensitive/reluctant to open up/perfectionist/prone to burnout/not a fan of the ordinary

friendships / relationships

(<> indicates that they’re one of her best friends)

sokka - puppy love crushes, laugh ab it now, get into deep late night talks about responsibilities and leading, water tribe culture, prank wars (no one believes sokka when he says yue is a mean prank master (expect suki comes to see it in action lol))

katara - <> badass women friendship, totally would go to matches and protests together, tough girl shit, waterbending practice/duels - start of cautious, but then get rough in a good way bc they trust each other, they do water tribe food adventures together

toph - indulges her chaos, bonding over stupid royal upbringings, odd yet weirdly endearing pair

zuko - both sort of standoffish gay royals, but once they come to see that they are friends - take up similar spaces though, so only hang out in a group or rarely by themselves, they do hang out at like political parties and stuff when they get more comfortable together

aang - <> he has an impressive world view, yue is super studied and well read, so she and aang nerd out over past cultures together, and also their peace keeping nature, they have tea together often - usually after she and katara wipe the floor w/ each other

clothing / aesthetic:

blues and pale colors

classy and understated wealth

like those cute feminine button down shirts

dresses

like cold weather classy

complicated braids

sort of soft girl aesthetic?

pleated skirts !!!

i feel like she would wear ethically sourced fur (i don’t wear fur but idk how to get it in an ethical way - maybe it’s just fake??)

knit sweaters and skinny jeans and heeled ankle boots

light academia !!!

hella funky earrings - to mark her native pride and also cuz gay

from my readings, tattoos have a lot of cultural significance for Inuit women, and so i feel like yue would totally have some (when she comes of age ofc) 

suki

notes / personality 

extroverted 

also very strategic 

more spontaneous tho - will totally calculate the odds in a spilt second in her head and then just go for it

like still a careful planner, but willing to say fuck it, yolo if it seems right 

reflects on her mistakes, but more in like a healthy way - unless it was a leadership mistake, then it eats her up inside - worries more ab keeping her girls safe and making the right call

likes lively places

total bashful romantic

manages the present and the short term - realist

loves to do lists 

a little punch happy - loves to make violent threats, but also does it out of excitement and she’s just a really physical person tbh

steady, can come off as stubborn and abrasive but she really just wants what’s best for everyone she loves

harsh on herself and worries about her girls a lot 

always ends up in the oddest situations 

totally would kick someone’s ass for being racist/sexist/homophobic/etc 

dedicated to her training and her regime 

not a great cook, but she can manage 

would drink monsters 

has a weird relationship with femininity - took her awhile to reconcile strength and toughness and being assertive and aggressive with also wanting to feel pretty and feminine and embracing being a girl and how those things can coincide and amplify each other

abandonment issues - parents absent/dead 

was imprisoned - obvi she had several almost successful escape attempts, but she got really close to breaking 

was incredibly independent really early, grew up really fast and tries to make up for that now by sometimes being reckless 

tough/assertive/woman of action 

dry sense of humor/sarcastic - not good at nickname/pun humor tho

practical/dedicated/strong-willed/direct/honest/reliable/loyal/patient

stubborn/judgmental/difficult to relax/difficulty expressing emotions/too selfless 

friendships / relationships

(<> indicates that they’re one of her best friends)

sokka - <>  man they’re like platonic soulmates - she beat him up, and now they spar all the time, totally funny and crack jokes all the time, go skating together, they do shitty art together, and then show their lovers after zuko and yue come back from their high society mixers, broke her out of prison, m/f friendship !!! 

katara - also sparring buddies (suki will throw down at any literally moment (and tbh so will katara)), not close but will hang in a group - go to each other for advice 

toph - <> listen these two wreak havoc together, they help each other out a lot, i feel like they’re shopping buddies (similar enough style to frequent the same shops) toph knows suki won’t judge her for wanting to feel pretty and suki knows toph will be honest, they are both blunt sarcastic assholes and get along like a house on fire 

zuko - <> shows zuko how to like,,,enjoy things (and how to let go of some of that pressure to be always right and the adult and in charge bc they were raised with so much responsibility on their shoulders even tho they were just kids)? she is also super protective of him (once she trusts him), one of the only ppl who can match suki fully in hand to hand combat, both do the Disappointed Parent Look when the group falls into chaos, but by themselves, the two of them end up in hijinks

aang- suki enjoys his optimism and they’re just chill bros, they love exploring abandoned placed together 

clothing / aesthetic

sporty and skater mixed 

ripped jeans, crewnecks, vans 

green and yellow and dark red 

gym clothes/athleisure - lifting style gym clothes - cut off t-shirts and bike shorts

skirts too, likes to play into femininity

she’s a gold jewelry kinda girl - but stuff that won’t hinder her movements 

necklaces that end in the hollow of her throat & occasionally rings

definitely cuffs all of her jeans (it’s just bisexual culture ya know)

so many crop tops - some came like that, some were more of a diy project

yueki’s relationship!!!

nerd/jock solidarity 

feel the burden of responsibility and the weight on their shoulders 

they create a safe space between them, full of trust and warmth and vulnerability 

yue will read suki sappy passages from poetry books while suki polishes her fans 

they slow dance in the kitchen a lot 

they get good at ordering takeout - and they have some weird decision making process that only they understand - bc neither of them are great cooks 

yue would feel jealous of suki and sokka, if it weren’t for how stupid in love sokka was with zuko and yue can see that suki really only has eyes for her 

yue is taller than suki and it amuses her to no end to pick suki up and carry her away from a fight (we all know suki could get away if she wanted to, but when ur hot tall sexy gf throws u over her shoulder,,,,,,u don’t complain)

joke they’ve adopted kataang and zukka, bc they’re all dummies, but in reality every last one of them is stupid LMAO 

they love to do each other’s hair and it’s like super intimate and really cute 

sometimes it’s these epic elaborate hairstyles and then at other times, they try to see how many ponytails they can fit on suki’s head and how many little braid yue can do 

they travel EVERYWHERE 

since yue is royalty and suki is her body guard,,,, well i mean, they totally have to see these kingdoms they are doing trade deals with in person 

it helps that they're friends with a lot of them 

they stay over in everything from camping so they can stargaze to ritzy hotels with hot tubs in the bathroom 

yue gives suki rocks she finds on all their travels and suki lines them up on their mantle around the pictures of them in increasingly weird locations 

suki loves guarding yue’s meetings bc she gets to watch her absolutely rip a new one into misogynistic old men and it never fails to bring her joy 

While yue doesn’t love getting attacked, the ruthless efficiency suki defends her with is like,,,,,stupid attractive 

[the-fiction-witch]

‘Big Daddies’ Daughter P1

TV SHOW: THE QUEENS GAMBIT COUPLE: BENNY WATTS X READER RATING: SEXY

I sat at my usual table reading over some matches from my last championship replaying them looking for weakness in there and my own play. My apartment cold I could see the rain battering new york in this storm from the small windows to the outside world. It was getting late, and dark now. The power went out hours ago, the landlord came down and explained it was the storm so little I could do about it. I lit candles just enough to see what I was doing. I sipped my glass of apple juice as I didn't want coffee it would just keep me up. I jumped slightly hearing a crack of thunder across the sky and the sudden return to utter silence. I plaid on making notes of it all in my head when suddenly the loud metallic sound of a knock on my door erupted across my apartment. I jumped and froze an ice cold chill down my back.

"W-who is it?" I asked getting up from my chair stepping my bare feet across the cold floor towards my door no answer, maybe I imagined it I turned to return to my board but it knocked again louder and more aggressively. I went to the door slowly unlocking it pulling it open enough to see the dirty entrance way of my apartment, the light gone out above the door, the only light the small light in the sky outside with the rain hitting the pavement, there was someone there stood between the stairs and my door.

I saw red and black heels, fishnet stockings up beautiful legs, the rim of black petticoats under a red dress, a large white fur coat covering the body, a ciggerette in her hand close to her face her beautiful sculped curls sitting so perfectly as if she took them out her roller seconds ago. 

"Hello Benjamin" her sultry voice spoke 

"Y/n" I replied "why didn't you say it was you, come on come out the rain" I told her quickly letting her in and shutting the door locking it up tightly, I saw now her beautiful face with her sharp eye liner and bright red lipstick and umbrella in her other hand, she hung the curve of her umbrella on the hook beside my door as she looked around my apartment, I smiled widely wrapping my arms around her waist resting my head on her shoulder as I cuddled her from behind nuzzling with her fur coat "ummm I've missed you"

"Awww I've missed you too" she smiled before she pushed me away "I'm sorry I couldn't get away" she explained slipping off her coat and hanging it beside her umbrella revealing her tight halter neck red dress with a black band around her waist "what?" She asks 

"You look beautiful" I told her kissing her cheek 

"You're too sweet to me Benny" she giggled tapping nose and going down into the main part of my apartment 

"I uhh didn't know you where coming tonight" I quickly excused as I gathered up some clothes an such like left around my apartment, throwing some trash away just various making it look presentable 

"I tried to call" she says 

"Yeah powers out, maybe phone lines are down too then" I explain 

"I don't know why you stay here" she sighed sitting in my leather chair with her ciggerette 

"My alternate is?" I laughed leaning on the kitchen counter 

"You could always come live with me?" She suggested 

"Could I? Does your family even know about me?"

"My brother does, my mother does"

"When am I going to meet your family?" 

"Not yet a while" she says 

"And you think I can move in with you?"

"Touché" she sighed 

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Rosé, of you have any" she smiled

"Of course I do," I smirked getting the bottle from my fridge that I keep just for when she comes over as it's all she ever drinks doing her a glass and one for myself going over handing it to her 

"Thank you Benny" she smiled 

"Your welcome y/n" I smiled sitting on the sofa next to the chair. we clinked out glasses gently and went each to sip, as I did I felt her hand interwining with my own and I smiled holding her hand back. "Why am I a secret? From your family?"

"You know why, because daddy wouldn't like it," she smirked "daddy wouldn't like his little daughter getting… with a boy"

"Y/n, your dad is going to find out at some point"

"Not if I have anything to say about it" 

"But what are you going to do… when you really do want us to move in together or, we… wanna get married?" 

"Cross that bridge you know" 

"Alright, you know what your doing" 

"Of course I do" she smiled putting her ciggerette out in the ashtray and putting down her wine coming over to the sofa I smiled putting my wine down too as she laid her head on my chest so I wrapped my arms around her as she wrapped her own around me I smiled at her gently caressing her sweet face "what is it Benny?' she asked before she could say another word I leant down slightly and captured her sweet heavenly lips in a kiss, she kissed back instantly as we gently and slowly kissed each other our lips moving so softly and perfectly again each other. Till she pulled away 

"Something wrong?"

"No, nothing" she smiled getting up tugging my hand along with her playfully towards my bedroom… 

I smirked as I made coffee to try and wake me up. Rubbing my eyes as the kettle boiled stretching a little 

"Ow!!" I complained as I caught the bruising mark on my neck I made my coffee and went leaning on my bedroom door I couldn't stop smiling looking at y/n's beautiful body wrapped up in my bed the small sheet just covering her, her hair a mess against the pillows, her breasts moving up and down with each breath a small smile on her face as she began to stir gently moving herself in the covers "good morning" I smiled she picked her head up a little barely opening her eyes and she smiled resting her head on her hand yawning before blowing me a kiss "hi" I smiled blowing her a kiss too 

"Hi" she smiled "are you coming back to bed? Or am I going to be all lonely?" She whines 

"I'm sorry sweetheart," he smirked "I've got studying to do"

"Ummm what kinda studying is more important then crawling back into bed with your babygirl Benny?" 

“Why do you always have to act all sexy when I have other stuff to do?”

“Its fun” she giggled playfully toying with her messy hair 

"You look so beautiful in the morning"

"Do I?"

"Umm, especially when I haven't seen you in a while" 

"Is that because you miss me?" She asks laying on her stomach pressing her breasts to the mattress gently squishing them tightly against her, putting her legs up gently kicking the air in that cute little way she does the covers only just covering her arse "or because you've usually just fucked me?"

"Can't it be both sweetheart?" I asked sipping my coffee 

"Ummmm Benny" she whines 

"Yes y/n?" I smirked as she grabbed he handbag from the table by the bed getting her lipstick and her gold compact mirror fixing her lipstick from all the kissing last night, I didn't doubt I had some of the blood red lipstick on me too

"Next week's there's a wedding" she says "did you… wanna come?"

"A wedding?"

"Humm, my sister's daughter" she explained 

"So… I'll get to meet your family?"

"Yeah, I've been thinking about it"

"What made you think about it?"

"Well, what's the point teasing you in. Might as well just throw you all the way in. See if you can swim" she smirked 

"What made you think about not easing me in rather just fully pushing me in" 

"You know what" she winked 

"Do you always think about stuff when we have sex?"

"I have to lay here for twenty minutes what am I meant to do?"

"We're having sex?"

"You telling me your not thinking about chess when we have sex?"

"... Touché sweetheart, breakfast?"

"No, sorry Benny I need to go daddy wants me home" she explained wrapping the sheets around her getting up holding the sheet around her naked body she took the coffee out my hand drinking the rest and walked of towards the bathroom shaking herself a little at me as the sheet only covered her front, I smirked leaning on the door way watching her walk across my apartment completely naked from behind watching that sexy ass jiggle a little with each step "something the matter Benny?" She asked turning to me as she got to my bathroom door intentional shaking her arse at me trying to look sexy 

"Ummm… I wanna have those legs around me again baby. Uuummm I wanna get up in that sexy ass again. I wanna fuck that slutty little pussy all over again baby" I smirked quickly going over and grabbing her hips grinding my jeans against her bare arse kissing her neck "umm I won't be long, I promise you'll be home in time. Just let me have you. One more time before you go" I growled to her grabbing her breast thought the sheet 

"Next time watts if you're good" she smiled pushing me away and shutting the door to the bathroom with a little wave and blowing me a kiss. 

I woke feeling a little groggy and rough still slightly exaughted from last night, I smirked turning over to wrap my arms around her sweet body, But there wasn't a body next to mine. I groaned sitting up more rubbing my eyes seeing my bedroom empty but noise and light coming from the other side of the window so I got up getting my robe and my jeans on going out into my apartment.

I heard some music playing from the record player, the light of the early morning coming in the windows, the room warm as no doubt the pipes where hot and the air had steam, there was a sweet scent of blueberry in the air. My eyes cleared a little seeing the shower empty but a bath had clearly been run as bubbles where still up the sides, something was in the oven cooking, an ironing board up in my living room hu… I didn't think I owned a ironing board. And there in the middle of it all stood my beautiful y/n, her bear feet against the store floor, her sexy legs dancing and moving to the music her little white panties hugging her so closely and innocently, a similar rather innocent and yet full coverage bra around her tightly, her hair up in her bright blue rollers, ironing something on the board while sipping at a rather full glass of rosé, she spotted me and smiled

"Good morning benjamin" she smiled

"Why do you call me that?"

"It's your name?" 

"Yes but you are literally the only person on the planet who calls me it" 

"Morning, wake up on the wrong side of bed this morning Benny?" She asked sipping her wine 

"Well I was missing my sweetheart? How can I wake up nicely without my little snuggle?" I whined 

"Well I had stuff to do" she says 

"Did you? More important that being in bed with me?" 

"Yes" she says "we have a wedding to attend in… ohh god nine hours!" 

"Yeah, nine hours that's alot of time" 

"No it isn't Benny, you wanna be around more fine but accept now that nine hours is just enough time to get ready" she explained 

"It will not take me nine hours to have a shower and get dressed, well I need to pick out what I'm wearing actually"

'no you don't"

"I don't?"

"No I did it, I'm going to do your clothes when I'm done with my dress" she explained 

"Ooh, thanks sweetheart"

"It's fine I was worrying about what you where going to wear, and if you'd pick something presentable and then I realized it would just be way easier to choose your outfit for you" 

"Awww thanks sweetheart" I smiled giving her cheek a kiss as I went to get coffee and I had a peak in the oven "are you making upside down blueberry cake?"

"Yep for the wedding"

"Ummmm, " I smiled giving her a tight cuddle "can we get married?"

"What?"

"I wanna wake up to you half naked, with cake, having picked my clothes, ummm can we get married? So your my little wifey"

"Nope"

"Why not?"

"We can't get married for three years"

"Uuuhh...okay. why not?"

"Too many weddings already booked in, can't fit it too busy" she explained

"We can get engaged we don't have to get married until whenever you need the wedding sweetheart"

"I'll think about it Benny" she smiled giving me a kiss as she irons her dress

"What do you mean booked up? For three years? How many people in your family are getting married in the next three years?"

"Lots"

"How big is your family?"

"You'll find out" she smiled giving me a kiss “Go on have your bath or shower whatever you want to have today benny” she smiled 

“Alright, I’ll have a shower, you can iron the clothes that you’ve picked out for me” I smiled giving her a kiss and going for a shower.

[shirtlesssammy]

15x08 Bullet Point Rambles

Chuck is an utter asshole and killed everybody in a casino except the terrified bar server. Like, recognize you’re angry about your sister and don’t take it out on casino employees, man

OMG Sam followed Eileen on a hunt to protect her. Sam bby

Ah, Donatello is back. It IS Buckleming, after all

Sam and Cas are hanging out together, Dean is notably on the opposite side of the room from Cas. DUDES PLZ

Dean accuses Michael of being a real daddy’s boy which….pot, kettle, black? (I realize that’s the point.)

Oh EW Chuck is speaking to them through Donatello. GROSS CHUCK

Oh wow hey surprising, Chuck threatens all the women they know

Boris and I are demanding the return of Ghost Kevin!

CAS looks so SAD and now I’m sad damn it

Hey who else saw the gritted teeth Cas made when he healed Dean? Who else is concerned. GUH

They do a spell to head down to Hell. (Boris: Why aren’t these idiots just taking the stairs down to Hell?)

IT’S ROWENA!!!!!!!! She’s leading Hell. I seriously just threw my hands up in the air and shouted YESSSSSSS

Okay, so Rowena’s dead. But she also seized the throne in Hell which is some mad fucking props, okay? LOOK at her entourage of buff hot dudes! LOOK at her ensemble! Rowena is living her best afterlife, and I’m so proud

Eileen gets a phone call from a hunting buddy…potential hunt ahoy!

Rowena misses “flesh on flesh sex” and Amazon which…fair

Rowena orders Dean and Cas to fix their shit while Sam’s off fetching a drink for her. She’s so smart! We love her so much! 

!!!!

Adam isn’t in Hell but he IS hanging out at a diner with Michael eating burgers and fries and pizza

I love seeing “Adam" and “Michael" facing each other. This is lovely work

Dean asks about Eileen in pointed terms. Sam says they have an “agreement.” OMG Sam

Sam’s quick to say family stuff isn’t for them. Sam BBY. But Dean gives his approval of Sam+Eileen, and that seems important to Sam? 

Lilith shows up to hang out with Michael and both of us hiss like angry cats. She’s arrived to bring Michael to see Chuck. Lilith, humorously, is still sporting her nature girl outfit. But Michael disintegrates Lilith sooooo….problem solved?

OOF Cas prays to Michael to get him to head to the bunker. Yikes. Cas prays next to a chess set, alone. “I’m not your enemy anymore.” God is.

Michael remembers the whole, uh, assbutt incident. Sorry, dude?

Fucking Speight delivers a DAMN good introduction to Dean and Sam striding in on a suddenly trapped Michael. MMMMM yes good

Michael’s in an angel-stabbing mood, which does not bode well for the “Cas survives this episode” notion

They brought Michael back to the bunker in cuffs. Super idea. TBH Michael does a pretty good job of laying out his grudge against these three yahoos

I love the look on Sam and Dean’s faces when they see Adam speaking for himself. And, like, OMG it’s revelatory. Adam suggests they start by apologizing, but Michael has considerably less patience

“He’s having a mid-eternity crisis. Or maybe you don’t know your dad as well as you think you do. Parents keep secrets.” (Me: thinks about Santa Claus and slinks off guiltily)

Sam and Eileen race off to help her friend on the vamp case. e e k

Cas goes in to talk to Michael. He used to hate snobby Michael, but now Cas finds him pitiable as Chuck’s puppet. Ooo Cas this is some damn thin ice you’re skating here

Cas zaps his thoughts into Adam/Michael and we get a brief Chuck manipulation clip show from all the way back to season five

Boris and I talk over the break about how great this show is and how great it is that Dabb has clear love for this show’s story and these characters. The show underwent interruptions and network changes and through it all it’s found a way to spin a compelling story that calls back on its past while crafting an intriguing future. It’s also so amazing to have had a lot of the same core cast over such a long period of time

And now we get to the kitchen scene. The KITCHEN SCENE. Does this mean Cas is gonna leave instead of die? Maybe he storms out? Maybe my feelings have congealed into a cold, black pudding of angst!?

The bunker rattles and the angry husbands answer Michael’s call. Michael gets it…Chuck’s a problem.

Eileen is driving the Impala, glory glory (Boris: They really don’t trust Jared with that car)

Sam senses a trap and it’s….FUCKING CHUCK pretending to be Eileen’s friend. OH DAMN

Michael’s on board and he knows how to lock Chuck up just like he locked up the Darkness/Amara

They need a leviathan flower for their lockup spell. Michael opens up a door to Purgatory - open for 12 hours only. AAAAAAH [insert picture of elmo on fire]

Dean apologizes to Adam. It’s very heartfelt. o u c h

“Since when do we get what we deserve?” Adam asks. VALID

Dean and Cas are…heading to Purgatory to revisit their honeymoon? W H A T is happening

Boris: It would make more sense to only send Dean because he’s a human and can pass through that ol’ portal. But Cas? We don’t know! He only got freed from Purgatory because of angels??? What will happen???

Coming up next week in 8 billion years: Chuck tortures Sam! We probably feel too many emotions! HELP US

[knives-out20]

Magnetic Pull - Erik Lehnsherr x Male!OC - Part 6

Fandom: X-Men: First Class (2011)

Pairing: Karmel Rosenstein (OC)

Warnings: Spoilers for X-Men: First Class, Swearing, Internalized homophobia,

Notes: I couldn’t find the gif I wanted of the Lincoln Memorial scene. Be sure to pick up the Hamilton reference!

Karmel, Erik, and Charles sat on the great front steps of the Lincoln Memorial, talking. 

Well, Erik and Charles did the sitting and talking.

Karmel wasn't quite up to the same level of maturity, patience and 'ability-to-sit-still-ness' as the other two men, so he stood by the 19-feet-tall statue of Lincoln sitting, jumping up and around it to try and grab hold of something. He wanted to climb it. If climbing the 19-foot-tall statue of a sitting 16th president who happens to be long dead, distracted Karmel from his vile, non-platonic feelings towards Erik, then so be it. He'll climb it.

"Can't stop thinking about the others out there" Charles told, "all those minds that I touched. I can feel them. Their isolation, their hopes. Their ambitions. I can tell you, and I can tell Karmel later, we're at the start of something incredible, Erik. We can help them."

Erik and him stared out across the lake, over at the looming Washington Monument."Can we?" He questioned, turning around to check on Karmel."Identification, that's how it starts. It ends with being rounded up, experimented on, eliminated."

Karmel was currently attempting to use his vines as a lasso, and if that didn't work, he'd use them like rock-climbing rope, next."'In this temple, as in the hearts of the people for whom he saved the union, the memory of Abraham Lincoln is enshrined forever!'" He read the quote carved into the wall behind Lincoln's stone head aloud, scoffing. Karmel stood in a position where it looked as if Lincoln were pointing right at him."Beware, it goeth before the fall!" He repeated to the statue he pointed back up at (as if it was listening and sentient) the same thing he told Erik in Hank's transmitter. 

Erik's eyebrows knitted together once again, in confusion. But also slight interest...what a strange specimen, that Karmel was. But why was he so weirdly enticing?

Charles grinned softly."Weird one, isn't he? Restless, too. More than anyone I've ever met" he commented, glancing down at the chess board between Erik and himself.

"What does that mean?" Erik whispered to himself, referring to Karmel's recurrent quote.

"'It goeth before the fall', eh? It's a quote adapted from the biblical Book of Proverbs. It means that people who are overconfident, or- or too arrogant, but mostly prideful, are likely to fail. Quite a strange circumstance to use it under, but I'd let the poor man live. I wouldn’t question how a Jewish man knows a quote like that; it’s been brewing around for ages.”

Karmel was able to lasso a vine around one of Lincoln's ankles, the vine automatically tying around like a knot. He chuckled in surprise, at how it actually worked."Gotcha, bitch." Karmel shed himself of his black leather jacket, tossing it away, towards Charles and Erik. He was blissfully unaware that they became technical audience members to his small mission.

Erik reached out, grabbing the coat and pulling it closer. He hummed softly, folding it neatly and setting it aside.

Charles noticed, deciding to keep out of Erik's mind for now.

Karmel placed a foot flat on the marble block under Lincoln and his chair, grip tightening around his vine. The thought of Erik's eyes had that effect on him, where he'd tightly grab something he's holding.

"Should we stop him?" Erik inquired.

Karmel grunted, tugging on his vine-lasso as he made his way up the block, rock-climbing style. He had both feet flat on the block, slowly making his way up, step-by-step. This was quite a feat of his own; Karmel had never gone rock climbing before. 

"No. And to answer your question, Erik-" Charles turned back over to Erik."Yea, not this time. We have common enemies. Shaw, the Russians- they need us."

Karmel's vines seeped back into his body once he stood vertically again, panting lightly after he accomplished phase one.

Erik looked over at Charles, diverting his gaze back over to the Washington Monument. He wondered if Karmel would ever try climbing that."For now."

Karmel stepped onto the smaller stone above the platform he just got onto, hopping onto the pedestal above that. He lightly kicked one of Lincoln's hard, faded shoes."Sick kicks, Abe" Karmel teased, looking up at him. He hooked his thumbs around his suspenders, pulling them off so that they hung at his hips. Karmel rubbed his hands together, throwing an arm over his head as he bit his lip. 

Erik glanced back over at him.

"Baggyass pants, though" Karmel cackled, stepping onto Lincoln's flat foot. He reached up as high as he could, barely getting to the president's knee. Karmel leaned against the statue's leg, vines crawling out from behind his back and sliding over the thigh of the leg he was on."Risque" he grinned, holding onto his vines and beginning to hoist himself up.

"How do you feel about Karmel, anyway?" Charles inquired.

"This sounds like the beginning of a 'what are your intentions with my daughter' speech" Erik compared, locking eyes with Charles."Whatever do you mean, then? Karmel's...I see quite a bit of myself in Karmel, weirdly. He seems quite hot-headed, and by the looks of it, is physically courageous. He'd be a dogged adversary" he explained.

"Yea, he seems like he'd be one who’s prone to losing his temper. If I do say so myself, he practically feeds off of his emotions. But trust me, Erik, there's a lot of stuff hiding in that little head of his."

Erik arched a brow."Does consent mean nothing to you?" He joked.

Charles chuckled."It does when it can. Karmel's problem is, though, that I don't need to try to read his mind sometimes. Sometimes, he projects his thoughts so much that I strangely end up reading them whether I want to or not. He has such...such strong emotions, I'll word it. That he hides away, keeps it under a lock and key. Out of pure instinct, and fear for what people would say. There's internalized aggression to these emotions, he doesn't want them to exist, and believes that he's made them up for whatever reason. Poor chap, he is" He read Karmel like a book.

The unknowing mutant just made his way onto Lincoln's knee.

"Karmel, don't-" Charles called, contemplating whether he should get up and walk over or not.

Karmel laughed in triumph, leaning against the statue's thigh."Boy, I'd tell you what I want for Christmas, if I even celebrated it" he crossed his arms, content in Lincoln's gigantic lap. Karmel decided to ignore the fact that he had to physically turn away from Abraham’s crotch- but, he used the classic excuse that come on, it’s RIGHT there.

Erik just watched Karmel in Lincoln's lap, wondering why he suddenly wished he were a 19-foot-tall statue of a dead president. He shrugged to himself, thinking it would be a fleeting feeling, an intrusive thought.

Karmel rolled his shoulders back, hands on his hips as he looked out at the view."Some view this is, guys!" He yelled over."The sixteenth president's view of a monument for the very first president!" Karmel told, pointing out at the Washington Monument in the distance. He turned around, raising his arms as if reaching for Abraham's neck. Karmel's vines came shooting out, wrapping around Lincoln's neck.

"Don't choke him!" Erik joked, earning the sound of Karmel's sweet laughter.

"Don't encourage him-" Charles mumbled, standing up.

Erik gestured for Charles to stay."Please, he's having fun for once in the past couple days. Nobody's going to catch him, anyway" he smiled slightly.

Karmel huffed softly, repeating his previous actions and rock-climbing his way up Lincoln's torso, in a one-hand-in-front-of-the-the other way on the vines. He made it up to Lincoln's shoulder and hopped on, steadying himself as Erik's playful voice rang in his ears. Karmel's vines untied from around the statue's dusty neck, reeling back in like yo-yo strings. He held onto the side of the statue's face before he sneezed, to steady himself. Once stable, vines shot out from behind Karmel's back, around Lincoln's forehead.

"He's almost there."

"Yes he is."

"Think he'll stop?"

"Absolutely not."

Karmel glanced over at Erik, a smile zapping onto his lips at the mere sight of him. Maybe this'll impress him. Slowly and steadily, Karmel climbed up the side of Abraham's huge, angular face, facing a bit of difficulty around the ear area. Maybe this activity will make him 'man up', and out of whatever Erik made him dumb down to 'acting like a sissy.'

"You got this!" Erik yelled in slight encouragement.

"We believe in you!" Charles sighed; if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

"Beware, it goeth before the fall!" Karmel answered, not taking his eyes off where he was going. Erik's encouragement was some heart-racer for him. He groaned lowly, gritting his teeth in determination as he felt his internal organs flop when he went at an upside-down-like angle around Lincoln's ear."You have a nice face shape" Karmel whispered, chuckling as he made his way up Lincoln's smooth temple.

"He's quite driven" Erik noted, followed by a small 'huh.'

"Determination's filling him to the brim like an overflowing shot glass."

Karmel landed on his stomach atop Lincoln's head, coughing a bit."Does no one shower this thing? Dirty as fuck" he complained, taking his time to get up. Karmel put his fists on his hips, standing proudly on top of the 19-feet-tall statue of Abraham Lincoln, America's 16th president, in all his glory."I did it!"

"Yes you did!" Charles laughed through his words, clapping a bit like he was praising a child at a dance recital, or a school play.

Erik tilted his head, slowly getting up."Impressive, Karmel" he complimented, slowly clapping along."I wish I had your patience."

"Patience?" Karmel cackled."Erik, thank you, but this is pure determination. I have an endless uphill climb, this was it in a physical form" he specified."Hey, did you guys see Lincoln's hands? People think he's doing sign language for 'A' and 'L', his initials. Isn't that cool? It's 'cause back when he was alive, he was familiar with ASL. It also has something to do with him giving a university for the deaf- Gallaudet University- the authority to grant college degrees. There's other stuff to it, but I can't remember because holy shit, you two! Look at me! I'm ON Lincoln! The- The Lincoln Memorial, I’m ON the Lincoln MEMORIAL!” Karmel quickly corrected himself.

"Doesn't he have something to prove? Nothing to lose, that one" Charles whispered."His pace is relentless, I tell you. He'll waste no time of ours, or anybody's."

”Abraham Lincoln emancipated the slaves for ME!” Karmel yelled, at no one in particular.

Erik hummed in response, delving deeper into Karmel's character as he watched the vine mutant stomp on the statue's hair."Karmel doesn't hesitate."

"Exactly."

"He exhibits no restraint to these things. He'll take, and he'll take and he'll take if need be, he'll do what it takes to survive. He'll keep winning anyway, he'll change the game, he'll play and he'll raise the stakes with his restlessness. We'll need him on our team for this whole thing, no doubt. But..." Erik caught himself eyeing the man."We'll need someone to keep an eye on him."

Charles grinned, holding back from saying 'looks like we already have someone for that job.' He cleared his throat."I feel like you could keep him in check- allow me to explain" Charles put his hands up in defense."Karmel is very loyal to the people he cares about, possibly like this team. And from what I know, you both in particular, are similar in an array of ways. No doubt that if Karmel is approached by someone with possibly a similar view of the world to his, similar morals, similar character, he'll do as they say because you give him a sense of...stability? Stable familiarity, perhaps? If you told him to do or don't do something, he'll do it or won't do it, because you said so. You clearly mean a lot to him, regarding this, so he'll listen to you, despite whatever his anger is telling him in that moment. What'd'ya say?"

Erik looked at Karmel, and figured soon that attitude of Karmel's would be his doom. He nodded."I'll see what I can do."

"I'd say it's almost as if Karmel was raised to fend for himself, think for himself, act for himself...Be for himself, if that makes sense. I wonder what it was like for him, growing up."

"Most likely different from me" Erik piped up."He was raised here in America, I know that's for certain."

Charles looked between Erik and Karmel, Erik's gaze on Karmel softer than it used to be.

[infinitesolarflare]

10-1-0: An Incarnate’s Tale

Oh, forgive me, I see there is some information you'd need for this, well my name is Sullivan Koji. I am the one who has taken over the quest of saving our lives, in our world man has been turning a blind eye for too long. There are few selected humans to be one of the "World Walkers". Being a World Walker means you have achieved the highest level of concentration, determination, and compassion.

I guess you should understand, the common conception of time, and the universe as we know it are wrong. Long ago mages, like us humans were created, there purpose was to save the earth from certain destruction. They lived long lives, and as the mages grew old, they became corrupt. This is when man truly entered the dark ages. As the mages battled one another they discovered that after killing a mage he would burn a bright red, then dissolve. The particles of what once made up the mages were thrown farther than any human could ever imagine. These particles are what humans know as stars. Gazing at stars is a human activity with a far greater importance than they know. The mages attempt to communicate with the World Walkers through this, to find if there are any left.

Now, this is where things fall into place. There were 10 mages each holding a section of the Portal. The Portal is the one thing given to the mages so they can infinitely travel in all directions. My mission, embody the mages, become the one and only Mage left. I have been chosen because what the common man takes as a dream, or nightmare is actually a tool. A tool so useful it takes years before one can even view another world.

The one goal for man is to reach the year, ZERO. Once there man can live at peace, without war, death, poverty, hunger, and hatreds. The ones who the mages see fit to achieve peace are reincarnated every 400 years or so, these souls have purpose, they are meant to reach ZERO. Common people are pawns in the world games of chess. Those souls are reincarnated almost every second of every day. Useless people, unworthy of the true paradise, some call it heaven, others don't believe in it. I have not been there, but I've seen it. My goal for now is to build the portal, show humans what life is supposed to be....

This is almost the end of our lesson together, I Sullivan Koji, have been reincarnated only 3 times so far. This is my story, these are my trials, my tests, and my tears. To reach ZERO I must concentrate once within each universe of the infinite universes. The Old Mages War took place on an open plain, which was the only universe at one time. When the High Mage Geishino was murdered his energy, not only burned a hole into time itself but also exploded into all directions, which we know as The Big Bang. Now there were 7 mages after the High Mage. They traveled throughout all universes, battling one another, the 10 portal pieces are somewhere within them, I WILL find them....

The radio in Sullivan's room is playing Good Times Bad Times by Led Zeppelin. He has been awake for 3 days, his eyes are bloodshot, his eyes water as he sits up. "where do I go today?" his thoughts seem as though they were talking to him aloud. Sullivan has only a few friends who understand his destiny. His life long friends, and blood brothers, James Blackard and Micheal Himaru. Sullivan, from an early age displayed signs of being the World Walker this universe needed. His friends thought he was short a few screws. As we entered highschool, I stared to understand what I was...who I was. I confided in them all that I discovered and they wanted to join me in my quest. Before they could do this I needed to explore how to travel through universes.

FEBRUARY 13, 2019

Friday, 06:17

"Its already time to start, ugh this will be a long day." I focused harder and with more energy than the day before, I attempted to complete my first Walk. I sat in complete silence, in a dark room. Which was located in the basement of my parents house, I was only 17 still. As my breathing slowed, and my pulse crawled to almost a complete stop, the very first visible portal appeared in front of me. And just as quickly as it came, it was gone...vanished into the abyss. "All that fucking work, just to have it amount to nothing" I was beyond frustrated at my poor performance at keeping my cool.

FEBRUARY 13, 2019

09:14

I walked out of the basement room, my eyes squinted almost completely shut from the glow of the sun. It was an abnormally warm and sunny day, usually the frozen tundra of which was once new England was gloomy, and around 10* at all times and just a terrible place to be. This is where I called home, this depressing wasteland of no bodies. Today the sun was in full force and it was a scorching 47*. It reminded me of when I was younger, in 2013 there were swimming pools, beach days, and ice cream trucks. That all became history in 2016, the poles reversed their magnetic fields and plunged the northern hemisphere into an ice age, at the same time causing uncontrollable droughts in the southern hemisphere. With scientific advances skyrocketing in the previous years, we genetically enhanced the human races' ability to adapt to changing environments. 22% of Earths population took to the adaptations well, the other 78% died. They all just died, deteriorating to unknown people of what seemed like a time long ago. These are the most important people to my research, proving most humans are just pawns in a war they could never comprehend.

FEBRUARY 13, 2019

11:43

"uh, I am stuffed" there was no response from my abandoned kitchen. Everyone I know, everyone I loved, gone, they never made it through the treatments. There was no known location of James or Michael, or even if they were alive... I thought of them everyday, they were my drive, the reason I kept myself from killing myself. "Today is the day I find my location for my new home, a research lab, something I can control completely. Underground, deep, safe from the environment, somewhere I can keep myself and others I find alive. I gather my gear, put on my jacket, and leave.

FEBRUARY 13

13:17

I walk through the wasteland and look at the building that were once stores, shops, restaurants, and malls. " I wonder which of these will be my lab? These all were places I used to go as a kid, I even worked at a few of them. I can't believe this was all destroyed in just 3 years.. I miss my old life." I came upon the WalMart near what used to be Springfield Massachusetts. I searched for an entrance, everything was locked, boarded up, and chained together. I wander around, coming across the outdoor section of the garden center. I look through the prison like gate, which once housed flowers, lawn mowers, and all the things you could ever need for gardening. "this is how I'm gonna do it!" I pry the gate open at one of the sliding sections of gate. I squeeze through and the gate, clashes against itself as I stand up. I walk to the door and discover a door, no chains, no boards...no locks. I back up about 30 yards, sprint full force into the door. It crashes open, when I readjust to the new surrounding, I am overcome with joy, hope, and a feeling of accomplishment. The abandoned WalMart was lit up, it had power! "Finally, I have found a suitable place to get started on my lab!" The shelves were still stocked with tools, electronics, food (which was mostly useless at this point), and clothing! I wander the empty store, looking for tools to aid my needs. I go to gardening and grab a pickaxe, shovel, and a wheel barrel. I go to the shoes section of the store, rip the shelves down and throw the shoes aside. After I clear myself a space of about 30ft by 30ft I begin my tunneling.

FEBRUARY 13

15:25

"Wow, this is harder than I expected" I had only accomplished a depth of about one foot on the square area. I knew I needed help...but from who? No one was around, I hadn't talked to a human in 743 days. "Fuck this, it'll never work, its not worth it!" I through down my shovel, stormed out of WalMart and hiked home.

I was tired from my failed excavation, I felt disappointed, like I had just failed my drivers test. "SULLIVAN!?" said a familiar sounding voice as I walked down my dirt road. I snapped around with intent to shoot whoever it was, as I drew my gun I smiled, shed a tear, and dropped it. "Michael? I have been searching for you since the day the world froze over...is it really you?" "yes sully, its me. I left my home in Florida to come see if you lived through this nightmare." "wow, I can't believe it, your actually here, you came back..." "well believe it, I'm here and I know James is around still, he told me he was going to his vacation house for a few years, I knew we would all meet up one day." well we need to find him! I hope he's alive.." as we entered my house, Micheal stopped at the front door, and he removed his shoes, just as my mother always wanted. "so where are your parents?" Michael said with a caring tone. "dead. They died once the ice appeared." Michael's face dropped to one of guilt, "I'm sorry Sull..." "Don't, its fine." I just

finished making tea, I went to the cabinet and grabbed the sugar. "still drink yours with 3 sugars mike?" "I see you haven't forgotten a damn thing sully, sharp as always."

CHAPTER 2

A SUCCESSFUL ENDEAVOR

As the sun rose from what seemed to be an unending night, Mike and I unbolted the lock's from our shelter, which had finally been w q the week before, the WalMart was now the number one safezone for surviving. Or so I thought, as we entered the isles of rundown old equipment, the smell of stale food and the sound of mice filled the store. Everything that was once civilization has been turned to rubble, the common man no longer has beliefs, morals, or

[ursoself-satisfying]

do you think eugene is maybe scared of long boat trips? i was thinking about it the other day, maybe he plans on going on holiday with his s/o and the only way to go abroad would be on a boat right? but maybe he would get a little (a lot? im not an expert on this) ptsd while being on the boat and his s/o supporting him but not fully understanding because lets be honest, no-one apart from the soldiers fully understand this sort of stuff, and maybe there's another veteran on-board who helps him?

Before we get into it I wanna say I totally agree n that unless u actually have experienced that ur rly not gonna understand what the person is going thru n this applies to all kinds of trauma but just bc u dont understand doesnt mean u cant do ur best to or that u cant still love support n help them handle it n it doesnt mean they're not gr8tful for ur involvement even if u dont understand,, writing for post war eugene is always tricky cus I dont wanna assume ik how any of this goes or the extent of what it entails i havent done this I've barely done any research its heartbreaking tho n unfair n I just wanted to say all that before u get into this cus it's a combo of both asks but also more of a touchy subject than I feel like I've addressed here so that's just a heads up but enjoy!!

Omg eugene my bby

I def think hes still afraid of boats big time,, so when the two of u decide to go abroad for ur honeymoon it's a big decision for u two to make one w lots of beforehand discussions n considering all ur other options but in the end the push of ur families n the pull of the convenience of a boat eases u both into the decision, even tho nothing about it u kno is going to be easy,, Eugene is p nervous cus I mean the nightmares have lessened n u both have been learning how to handle his flashbacks n the like but u had never tried anything like this yet so on one hand it could be a good time to test the waters but on the other hand neither of u have any idea how itll actually go

Even just in the car on the way there he starts to get shakey n then on the dock it gets a bit worse but ur hands r on him somehow the whole time either locked in his or on his leg or arm or stuck in his pocket n that comforts him, ur touch anchors him n keeps him from drifting to worse thoughts it keeps him thinking about u instead,, its till hard tho just thinking about it being back on that boat forcing himself to remember hes going to France n it's not occupied n hes not alone n hes going to get to see the sights w his wonderful wife n thoroughly enjoy those bright French mornings n that it's going to be quiet, no more bombs or raids or alarms just u n him under thin sheets hot n sticky n just together n safe

But first,, the boat

On the boat? It was rough,, every bit of turbulence n every odd sway made him anxious n as much as u tried to entice him to enjoy more of the boats activities like a cabaret show or even just playing some chess out on the deck n tho u could get him out a few times n he did enjoy himself,, he spent most of his time in the cabin trying to ignore the fact he was on a boat at all,, the rest of his time not being coaxed out by u he spent napping in a deck chair w u often lounging beside him n watching over his sleep carefully, also making sure he didnt burn n lathering her exposed skin in sunblock as much as u could as he slept

U two kept busy in the cabin tho I mean it was ur honeymoon after all ;;;))) so he ravaged u as often as he could bc not only were u a comfort but also a distraction,, u did other things as well tho like laying n listening to ur favourite radio shows or playing guitar to him or sketching him or dancing together or once even doing a silly little fashion show where he def tripped after putting on ur heels

He did have a few attacks tho but u had prepared as best u could n even if some of ur cabin took a beating in an outburst u had always managed to talk him down n he spent a lot of time in ur arms

His breakdowns btw would come suddenly when something would trigger him like a sudden movement or a splash against ur window n then he would get angry n scared n become protective of u until his aggression bubbled over into hot tears drowned out by ur soft words of confirmation trying to tell him u were on a modest cruise liner n u were going to Europe n that the guns n the bombs n the tropical climate were all far away n u would pull him into a cold shower w u n he would often (fuck u hard first then) just cling to u n cry until he could calm down n fall asleep n if he stirred in his sleep u would repeat the process until he could sleep soundly

He was gr8tful to finally be off the boat n back on land tho n once in Paris the two of u could rly enjoy ur honeymoon beginning w breaking in ur hotel bed ;;;)))

But then the two of u got to see the Eiffel Tower n the Seine n the Louvre n Notre dame n it was all so amazing!!!! U spent half the time w ur head in ur sketchbook n he spent all his time taking photos of u w ur head in ur sketchbook lol

The photos were brilliant n sweet n excessive n there were def a few of u bare n freshly fucked (pardon my french) w the Parisian skyline out the window behind u, the morning like shining thru ur messy hair like a halo,, but there were also many of him from the perspective of u kneeling over him n many more of both of u playfully holding up the tower or picnicking in front of a cathedral w u plucking at ur guitar or him w a bottle of wine at his lips

It was all v picturesque n romantic n perfect n u thought he deserved nothing less n he thought the same for u ::""))

U spent about 4 weeks there together n he had throughly used his time to fuck u in every way possible n use every toy u brought with but then it was suddenly time to go home n u were concerned about eugene being back on the boat but he seemed less nervous when u got on n he admitted to feeling a lot better after the first trip n this time he actually went out w u n u played board games w other passengers n danced in the halls n sang w the cabaret n he still sunbathed n napped n made love to u n wrecked ur cabin n u still listened to all ur radio shows n drew n sang but ur lives felt more full somehow after this experience

Oh n u def showed off everything u had bought is Paris n as much as he loved that silk dress on u he loved peeling it off u even more ;;;)))

He rly did feel better when u were finally home to ur little cottage for the first time together as a globetrotting married couple ::"")) he felt better that he hadnt handled it nearly as bad as hed expected n urs n his trip abroad left u feeling loved n cultured n more experienced in life plus u both had taken a huge chance n now u were better for it n felt more capable n confident that he was getting better n it was an affirmation that u would take care of him n that u would always be there for him, just as u had said in ur vows ::""))

He was happy to consummate ur new marriage in ur own bed for the first time tho lol n on top of that gr8 feeling it was just gr8 that he felt less held back w u there w him especially after the boat experience

So yeah a quick note I rly do think he would be terrified of ever stepping foot on a boat again n would refuse it n be vvv adamant about not doing it again for a vvv long time but I think he could be worn down n would EVENTUALLY be ok w it but maybe not this fast n tho I dont feel like I go into much detail here he def has a hard time on the boat as well like hes just agitated the whole time n probably was prescribed some medication for it if just some motion or sea sickness meds n maybe anxiety but i would say it prolly makes him drowsy so hes kinda out of it which keeps him calm but doesnt stop certain flashbacks n maybe he lashes out n hurts someone once in a while cus it's incredibly traumatic returning to that environment but anyway yeah he would be v fidgety n not like it but in this scenario hes willing to take a chance given how well hes been recovering n how much he trusts u n how much u have helped him n the option had pull so that's why but rly I dont think irl he would have gone back on a boat anywhere near that soon but this is romantic fiction so ::))

Also I have a v specific image of who eugene is w if u cant tell lol so I'm sorry for that specificity but I'm so whipped for him n his gal I lov sm I hope u enjoy n guys I'm so motivated to finally write out the storyline I have for him I'm gonna finally get out his fic ok I promise

[teen-titans-imagines]

Honeybee

Jason Todd x Reader

A/n: This was inspired by Steam Powered Giraffe’s song Honeybee! Hope you enjoy. I don’t really like this, but I hope you guys do. I might rewrite this but idk. I strayed from the request a bit, so forgive me.

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Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Romance, Fluff

Rated: Everyone

Warning: Angst, Mentions of Death, Fluff

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Author: Teen-Titans-Imagines

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You had let yourself go after he left you. The news of his leaving had hit his family hard, but it had hit you the hardest, you were sure of that. Jason Todd was your everything, no matter how many times you two fought or butt heads.

The thought of living in a world that didn’t have Jason Todd in it made it hard to want to live in Gotham.

You were sure you had waited for someone like Jason for almost all of your life. You were just a street rat to the golden nameplates that stomped through Gotham as if they owned it. You had a loving family, yes, but you weren’t perfect.

You were human, and completely aware. You were aware of the crooks, the corruption, the fame. You were aware to the dangers the little world that Gotham existed in, and became exposed. The day you wanted to leave the thriving Metropolis that was Gotham was the day you became just another rat in the street.

The people didn’t take you seriously, nobody wanted to hire you for a job, but everyone wanted to kill you or hurt you, that was for sure. That was how you met Jason Todd; your honeybee.

Jason had saved your life from some men that wanted to play games with Life and Death; you being the main piece on the chess board. He was stoic, but when you looked at him, everything around you both seemed to fall away and it was just you and him.

Jason had thought the same. You were gorgeous, even with blood streaming down the side of your face. Your eyes were so bright to him, like a sun in his darkened world. Your skin and touch was so soft, despite what you had been put through.

You two had kissed that night.

After that, Jason became a reoccurring theme in your life. Robin made it a point to save you from the danger, to protect you, and you were ok with it. After two weeks, Jason had worked enough courage to kiss you again and ask you on a date. You had accepted. It wasn’t often a miracle crashed into your life like he had, after all.

But you two weren’t perfect. You two fought about his vigilante crusade, your clinginess, just the things that made you two angry. You two fought about nothing: the dishes in the sink, the gear that sat everywhere, the curtains being blue instead of white.

However, you two loved each other deeply. Jason was sure you were going to be his wife one day, and you were sure that you were going to start a family with him someday. But just as quick ad Jason came, he was gone. The fact that he had left just as quick as he had came was…killing.

What made it worse was the fight you two had before the incident. You had been certain you smelled perfume on him, so of course your insecure mind wandered to the worst case scenario.

It was pungent. You were sure that you didn’t own any perfume that smelled like that. It smelled good. It smelled expensive. Yes, you were sure that Jason didn’t care about your status as poor, but you didn’t know if he would actually sleep with the golden girls of Gotham. Would he?

“Jason, why the fuck do I smell perfume on you?”

Jason had given you a look, his gorgeous blue eyes hardening. Did you really have to start now? Just after he got off patrol? The present in his bag seemed to suddenly weigh a ton upon his shoulder.

“(Y/n), please dont tell me you think I cheated on you.”

You had dropped the plate you were washing in the sink, turning and glaring at him.

“Jason, why else would you have perfume on you?! Who was she? Was she the blonde from the diner? You seemed to enjoy how her ass looked in that skirt of hers!”

Jason growled and slammed his hand on the table.

“I’m not cheating on you! For fucks sake, (Y/n)! Have a little more faith in me!”

“How can I have faith when you dont have any yourself?! I can smell it from here, Jason!”

Jason threw his hands in the air, screaming at you.

“Fine! You don’t wanna believe me? I did. I fucked that blonde from the diner, and the brunette from the gas station.”

Jason had no idea why he had said it. Jason was angry, just…angry, but he knew that he was telling the truth. He loved you too much to ever do something so…petty to someone. The look in your eye made his heart stop. You look angry, betrayed, sad, and like a kicked puppy. Jason couldn’t be in the room with you.

“We’ll talk later.”

You called his name, but Jason had already walked out on you. Maybe on everything. Your sobbing could be heard even from outside, and Jason rubbed the back of his neck, the present in his hand. He was sure he couldn’t fix what he had done. Throwing the present away, he muttered.

“Merry fucking Christmas.”

After he had walked down the street, you had emerged from the apartment to try and see why he had done what he did, but Jason was but memory; no trace of his existence left on the street. A red-wrapped package in the trash pile caught your eye, the box addressed to you from Jason. Upon opening it, you were shattered.

It was a bottle of perfume that smelled exactly like the one Jason had came home smelling like.

That had been the last night you had ever heard from Jason. No matter how hard you tried to get into touch with him, Jason seemed to refuse to answer. When the news of his kidnapping and the Joker taking his life surfaced, you were dead inside.

Gotham was no place for you and fate made that sure. So, you moved away to Blüdhaven. The city was like Gotham, in a way, with its’ vigilante crusaders keeping the town as safe as possible, regulating the crime, and kicking villainous ass.

It had been years since Jason’s death. You had gotten a steady job, kept in touch with Bruce, and even visited the man at times. He knew of the truth, and the older man felt sorry for you. You never got to tell Jason that you were sorry. Nor that you loved him; your honeybee.

When you had gotten a call from Bruce, his voice laced with shock, you knew it was serious.

“(Y/n)…you…you need to get to Gotham. Now. A plane has been readied for you.”

“Bruce, what’s going on? Is everything ok?”

A pause made your blood go cold like ice. Another voice was in the background; sounding familiar and like honey. Your mouth opened to address Bruce, but he murmured.

“You need to be here to see this. You won’t believe me otherwise.”

You had given your okay’s and hung up, packing as fast as you could. Bruce sounded shocked, and that was shocking for you. Bruce Wayne was a cool and collected person outside of the Batman persona. The fact that he seemed to have called you first made you feel flattered yet….very, very worried.

-TIMESKIP-

When you had arrived to Gotham, you weren’t expecting to see Alfred holding up a sign with your name upon it. You smiled at him when you approached him, his own small smile lighting his aged face.

“Alfred, it’s so good to see you!”

Hugging, he said to you, patting your back before straightening himself out.

“As it is good to see you, Ms. (Y/n). Come. Master Bruce shouldn’t be kept waiting, especially with the matter at hand.”

As you two walked to the vehicle, you asked him.

“Speaking of which: what is going on? Why does Bruce need me to be at the Manor so bad?”

Alfred got a perplexed look on his face before looking at you briefly, his expression grim.

“That is for you to find out for yourself, Ms. (Y/n).”

As the two of you arrived at the Wayne Manor, Alfred took your bags and instructed you to report to the Bat Cave. As you walked, your hands fiddled with your jacket, the jacket once belonging to Jason. How it still fit, you didn’t really know.

Arriving, you looked to see Bruce standing with someone, his hand on their shoulder. When your footsteps caught his attention, Bruce looked up.

“(Y/n), I’m glad you arrived safely.”

“Yeah. The flight wasn’t that long. I guess it helps when you take a couple shots of NyQuil, though.”

Bruce chuckled before taking a deep breath, seeming to mentally prepare himself. You quirked an eyebrow up before Bruce introduced.

“(Y/n), I want you to…remeet someone….Go ahead, Jay.”

‘Remeet? Jay?’

The man turned and your eyes widened. Holy shit. Tears filled your eyes as your hands flew to your mouth.

“Jason?”

Jason looked the same as he did yet…different. His hair had a large white tuff in the front, he had matured physically into a handsome young man, yet his eyes were that same blue you had fallen in love with. Jason widened his eyes, looking you up and down and he whispered out.

“Wow…(y/n)? Is that really you?”

You gave a loud laugh and ran to him, wrapping your arms around him tightly. Jason, not expecting you to tackle him in a hug, stumbled back a bit. Regaining his composure, he immediately wrapped his arms around you.

“Jason, I t-thought you w-were dead!”

You cried into his shoulder. Jason whispered to you, holding you tightly.

“I was…but I was brought back.”

You pulled back, your hands on his cheeks.

“I am so sorry, Jason. I never let you explain and I…I am so sorry. I love you so much.”

Jason bit his lip.

“Bruce explained it to me. I forgive you, baby. It should be me who should be apologizing….”

He sniffed before widening his eyes at you.

“Are….are you actually wearing it right now? The perfume?”

“It’s the only one I will ever wear now.”

Jason seemed awestruck before he laid his forehead upon yours.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too, my honeybee.”

His lips laced yours, and, just as you remembered, his lips tasted just like his voice sounded.

Like honey.

[END]

[modifiedmelody]

Luck was on his side (Chapter 2)

(Part 2 of 8)

After a day of walking, Samuel was ready to collapse. The boy didn't even know if George would let him in, why did he think this was a good idea. All he knew was that this was his only chance of living anywhere, due to the fact he had no friends. He walked to the gates and looked around for a button so he could talk to someone, after a while he finally found it and pushed down.

"Who are you and what is your business here?" a low voice spoke from the box, and Samuel nearly forgot how to speak, he still didn't know why he thought this was a good idea,

"I'm, um, Samuel S-seabury and I'm... I have George's name on my arm? I was kicked out and-"

"Get lost, kid,"  the gruff voice spoke, and Samuel began to panic

"W-what?"

"Get lost-" but he was cut off.

"What the fuck are you doing?" A higher voice was heared on the intercom,

"Talking to some kid who thinks he's your soulmate,"

"And you're kicking him out?"

"Well, yes, but-"

"Just open the damn gates you idiot, you can see him on that camera it looks like he hasn't eaten in days,"

"But, sir, he could be with the Revolutionaries,"

"If he is we'll just kill him, let the boy in dammit,"

And the com went off, moments later the gates opened. Samuel Gulped, the gates were very slow. Hesitantly, he walked through, and he looked around the front yard before continuing down the path. All the green grass was finely trimmed and the bushes were all random shapes, the sprinklers where on but luckily none were near the path. After walking down the long, windy, sidewalk, he arrived at the front of the house. He hesitated at the door. Was he being too rash? Would this dude even like him? Would he even like this dude? He had no idea. It was too late now. Here goes nothing. He knocked three times. Samuel heard the jiggle of the doorknob.

When it opened, he nearly fell backwards, the man was very tall. He was wearing a dark red vest with a white undershirt, and his black pants looked fancier that any Samuel had ever seen. His blonde hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, not a hair was lose. How did he know it was George? Samuel's name in Samuel's handwriting was scrawled from the man's wrist to his inner-elbow. Either hand was in his pockets and his posture made Samuel think of a board. The boy's breath quickened as the man's cold blue eyes traveled up and down his body, and Samuel realized George was waiting as he tapped his foot rhythmically on the ground,

"O-Oh!" he murmured, and pulled up the sleeve of his shirt to show the man his mark.

George William Fredrick

The man paused, and looked at it for a few seconds.

"It seems you are my soulmate. Hmm. Come in, I guess, but if you're with the revolutionaries I will kill you without hesitation." He spoke before moving from the doorway to let Samuel in, he had no idea what a 'Revolutionary' was but he didn't really care since he wasn't one. Could he be? He didn't know what it was so there was a possibility he was. That kind of freaked him out. No, he was fine. For now. Samuel stepped through the doorway and into what seemed like a mud-room, but overly fancy. George led him farther into the mansion, and made an unexpected turn into a kitchen to the side,

"You look hungry. Eat something," he offered,

"Like... what? S-something as in what? Do you have hot-dogs? Those are cheap I think, right?" he said quietly, and George sighed,

"I don't care if it's cheap. Just eat something," He spoke, and Samuel nodded before simply grabbing an apple from a nearby basket. He didn't really like apples that much, but he didn't want to waste anyone's time. After a few bites George spoke,

"Gee, not who I was expecting... so, tell me about yourself, if you're my soulmate i'll have to know," he said, but Samuel felt like it was more of a command due to the man's overall intimidating personality and looks.

"Well, um, I like chess, and reading, and I like my family but they don't like me, eh-heh,"

"Why don't they like you?" He interrupted with mild curiosity,

"U-um well, it's just because they're anti same-sex soulmates and i'm g.. g-gay," he spoke, although Samuel had grown to hate the word due to how his family always spoke of it.

"I see. Sorry about that. Looks like you're living here, then. You have no where else to live."

"I-I'm what? You really d-don't have to do that,"

"Nah. My men looked you up, you don't really have any money to live anywhere aside from somewhere free. So I insist."

And Samuel nodded, because he felt like it wasn't a good idea to argue with this man. He finished his apple and threw the core into a nearby trash-can, and George walked closer to him. Samuel, deciding not to watch his tongue due to the fact of curiosity, asked;

"What's a revolutionary?" and George leaned back on the counter,

"It's a rival... company. Makes the same thing as mine,"

"...and so you kill them?"

"Well, no, it's a hard thing to explain... well, no, it's not." He said and rubbed the back of his neck,

"It doesn't really matter. Let me take you to your room, then i'll see if we can do something tomorrow to get to know eachother better." said George, and Samuel nodded slowly before the man began to lead him upstairs. Samuel noticed there was an abundance of guards around every corner, which made him feel on edge. He had never seen such a large and expensive place, and assumed the guards were a necessity.

As they arrived at the end of the hall, George turned to Samuel. He turned to a white door.

"This is your room, I guess i'll see you tomorrow,"

"Yeah. Wow, Um... thank you,"

"No problem. I made a promise anyways, so it's not like I had a choice, ha."

"Uhm.. Ok. Goodnight,"

"Goodnight, Samuel."

[vrenaewrites]

CRAVE by Tracy Wolff thoughts: Chapter 0 - 21

Full video here.

In which a mortal girls goes to her uncle’s boarding school after the death of her parents, and finds it full of creatures.

CH 0 for some reason: if you’re not living on the edge, you’re taking up too much space

“Try my hardest not to freak the eff out” - if you’re gonna use expletives, use them

Immediate info dump of “if you’d told me two months ago i was gonna be in fairbanks alaska to get a puddle jumper to denali, the highest mountain point in north america” 

CH 1: landing is just throwing yourself to the ground and hoping you don’t miss

I thought these quotes were weird self help quotes but then i realized they were probably the chapter titles

The fog is referred to as “civil twilight” - this weirded me out because civil blood and twilight, idk if this is a real thing? Will look it up if i remember: it is the brightest of the 3 twilight phases and it is ABUNDANTLY clear that she added the civil part to not make it straight up twilight because this book is unwitting twilight satire

He tells her it’s a short runway “because it’s hard to keep a long one clear of snow or ice for any amount of time” HE’S IN THE MIDDLE OF LANDING A PLANE ATM BRO WE DON’T NEED ALL OF THAT INFO ATM

Grace is kind of funny if not a little cheesy

“Textbook landing” - maybe if that textbook is a horror novel he’s reading upside down and backwards - i don’t know if by listening to this i’m missing the line breaks and short sentences that would make this funny, so if i am lemme know but if she didn’t break this up it’s clunky

Her uncle is headmaster of the boarding school she’s being sent to

“Despite being a year younger than my own 17 years” - did you not read this out loud? Did no one hear how redundant that was?

“According to wikipedia, heeley - hailey? - has only one major road” she’s mentioned google and wikipedia at this point and idk if i’m the only one who finds that type of thing annoying af

“In weather that’s 20 degrees below freezing, if the app on my phone can be believed” THIS IS SO ANNOYING

“The insulated helmet will keep you warm as well as protect your head if we crash” yes macy we know what helmets are and also insulation, again the redundancy

CH 2: Just because you live in a tower doesn’t make you a prince

“Is that kadmere academy?” i shout - not, is that it? They’re on a snowmobile, with helmets on, and macy understood her...and she understood macy saying they’d be there in five minutes

She couldn’t google the academy

“I half expected quasimodo to be waiting for us when we got there”

It may be a castle but at least there’s no moat or dragon

Macy has short rainbow-colored hair

She’s wikipedia’d and googled her life away but didn’t expect to not be able to breathe since she’s coming from sea level and is now up in the mountains - i’m from florida and even i know what altitude sickness is

She sees a flash of red in the window “i don’t know who it is or why they even matter” ...what does that mean?

But she doesn’t see them when she looks back and she’s disappointed, which she acknowledges makes no sense…

“I should be bowing and scraping right about now”

It’s a castle with an xbox and giant flat screen, and they have wifi AND cell service up in the desolate mountains. I went to cossayuna - 476 feet above sea level, 7 miles from a town - and NONE of us had cell service the entire time

She picks up a chess piece and it’s a carved vampire, then a dragon

Then she comes face to face with the most intimidating guy i’ve ever seen, not just because he’s hot, there’s something different and powerful though i don’t have a clue what it is”

Face too intense to be beautiful, skyscraper cheekbones????, red lips, stone-cutting jaw, bottomless obsidian eyes, obscene lashes

Trapped by his stare, hypnotized by the sheer magnetism rolling off him in waves

“Annoyance flashes through me”

He’s blocking her view of anything else - did he step between her and the chess board?? Confusion, but because of this she has to look at his long lean body

“Double-wide shoulders” gross

“Nothing to do but admit that this boy is sexy AF - a little wicked, a lot wild, and all dangerous”

“Seriously, when exactly did i become the heroine of some YA romance? The new girl swooning over the hottest, most unattainable boy in school?”

CH 3: vampire queens aren’t the only ones with a nasty bite

He quotes hamlet to her, and she corrects him for fucks sake

“I warned your uncle you wouldn’t be safe here, but he obviously doesn’t like you much”

“Welcome to alaska?” “more like welcome to hell, now get the fuck out”

“Ignoring the pterodactyls flying around in my stomach” - this is a great line if it didn’t take you completely out of the action, which it does

This whole exchange about big bad monsters is soooooo fucking cliche

And he’s talking about the chess pieces the whole time????? Am confusion.

She’s so horny for this insane man screaming at her and cornering her

She says she’s lost everything that matters and he changes, his agony visible behind “layers and layers of defenses he’s erected”

It’s calling to her own agony

They're soooo connected and staring at each other

He pulls on one of her curls and it makes her super horny

“Five minutes ago he was being a total douche to me”

Pushing him is like pushing a wall of granite

He’s got a scar down half his face that she didn’t notice until now????

“A fallen angel with a bad boy vibe for miles”

She’s touching his scar…

“I don’t understand you”

AND SHE QUOTES HIM QUOTING HAMLET IN RESPONSE

CH 4: shining armor is so last century

“Mr. tall dark and surly” would be more snarky and cute if she didn’t just have an ~earth-shattering moment of connection~ with him over their agony or w/e

Some weird instinct i don’t understand tells me not to mention that guy - the amount of times this girl has acknowledged something she doesn’t understand is so redundant and weird.

She keeps referring to the guy she spent half the last chapter basically falling in insta-love with as “tall dark and surly” as if that didn’t happen, as if he was just a dick and then he left without all the insta-love shit

Uncle finn and flint is a student...couldn’t pick any other name?

“A smile in his eyes that’s as different from the other guy’s iciness as the stars just outside the windows are from the endless midnight blue of the sky” and i’ve fallen asleep while she was spinning this long unending heavy-handed metaphor

His eyes blaze with sympathy

He offers to give her a piggyback up the stairs…

“You’re so little i won’t even notice” not lyk other girls guyz

Four guys open the door and they’re all sexy AF, tall dark and surly is among them ofc

“I couldn’t help but wonder why the icy guy made me hot and the one lending me his warmth left me cold” WE GET IT WE FUCKING GET IT WE DIDN’T NEED YOU TO SPELL OUT THE ALLUSION

“I want a name to go with his insane body and even more insane face”

CH 5: things hot pink and harry styles have in common

Macy is a cinnamon roll i love her

His name is JAXON VEGA...JAXON. G2G

Macy was so nice to her that she finally starts crying because macy is the BEST

Grace puts on a harry styles t-shirt and macy is dancing around to watermelon sugar when she comes back. This book already feels dated and it came out last month

CH 6: no i don’t really want to build a snowman

She wakes up in the middle of the night thinking about jaxon and almost has a panic attack

I hope in the actual book there is a tw for panic attacks because when i see / read about the symptoms of one or a description of one it triggers one for me

She goes exploring the castle in the dark to avoid the attack

Some guys come in wearing like concert tees and ripped jeans and she wonders if they’re ghosts, like how hogwarts has ghosts

I could swear he was sniffing me which was totally bizarre and not ghostlike behavior at all - this was cringe except i was listening to it at like 2x speed so when you hear it fast it’s actually funny

The guys corner her

They say something like “show us what you can do” and they seem to smell something about her…? They’re werewolves maybe??

CH 7: Something really freaking wicked this way comes

Hate these titles sfm

“With my thin california blood, i won’t last in the snow”

Jaxon saved her ofc and makes the guys apologize

“The moon is doing its thing” they’re totally werewolves

She thanks him and he’s like “i just made you a pawn in a game” and she’s like dude what but he’s staring at her and it’s making her hot and bothered

He wipes blood of her bottom lip and sucks it off and she finds it SUPER sexy

“This isn’t like your old high school”

He whispers in her ear “you have no idea what i know” and i’m like..okay dis kinda hot or whatever

She wonders when she’ll see him again and why it matters so much to her - bitch because he makes you horny!!!! Just say that!!!!!!

CH 8: Live and let die

It’s at this point that i stopped for the first round, and i had to ask: why the FUCK didn’t macy or the headmaster tell grace that this was a school for - obviously - vampires and werewolves? Is macy one? Is it genetic? Grace is a mortal according to the back of the book.

Grace tells macy what happened minus jax

She mentions to macy the boys didn’t have cold weather gear on and macy’s like hmmm weird idk anything about that

And they’re going to a party tonight and grace is like i don’t wear makeup i only own makeup and lip gloss and i’m like...did i accidentally re-download AFTER because here we go with the NLOG syndrome

The party is a welcome party for grace - and it’s actually a high tea??? Tf?

“I’d die without netflix”

“Have you seen this show legacies? It’s about a bunch of supernatural creatures that go to a boarding school! Isn’t that silly??!”

And then macy says, “who can resist a hot vampire?”

Guys….are we SURE this isn’t satire?

“I can’t help remembering what those guys said about the moon doing its thing when i see the werewolf on the show…”

CH 9: Even hell has its factions

Omg her dress is showing off too much of her big boobs, maybe the jeans she originally wanted to wear will be better

Macy calls her beautiful and then we get a full “with my curly hair and freckles and this color eyes i’m so not beautiful, i’m wallpaper next to macy”

“We could be fashionably absent” lol

The beads on the door don’t shock grace but they shock everyone because she is NOT LIKE OTHER GIIIIIIIIRLS

This castle is goth chic baybeeeeee the light fixtures are downturned thorny black roses where can i cop these

“The pterodactyls in my stomach are now butterflies”

She says FML. did a 50 year old woman write this. Edit: i looked, i cannot find how old this author is

Velvet wallpaper, wall sconces shaped like dragons, LET ME IN

“Self-imposed isolation” lol little did she know what a phrase in the lexicon this would become in 2020

Cliques include muscular people near the windows, soft flowery delicate people in the back of the room which are macy’s friends, super-tall literally hot people in the middle, and the black-or-white money people that seem to be more formal

She says “basketball anyone??” re the tall people lol

I am going to guess: werewolves, witches, dragons??, and vampires

Macy keeps having coughing fits?

Hot redhead - simone, hot dark girl - lily, hot asian girl - gwen

“Simone’s just bitter all the guys are looking at you”

Grace loves dr. pepper so i fuck with her

Macy’s boyfriend is cam and his friend is james, who looks at her like she is food?

“I’m just not that interesting”

CH 10: turns out, the devil wears gucci

Would i have probably picked this title as well? Yes. did it make me cringe nonetheless? Fer shure.

“Do i need some jerk trying to make me his afternoon snack?” huh???? As far as you know these are normal boys...make it make sense

Jaxon makes his ENTRAAAANCE BABY

Dressed all in gucci black - she can tell from across the goddamn room

“Jaxon is anything but regular, anything but ordinary, even here among the blatantly extraordinary”

Icy blank stare soooooo much

She calls his voice low wicked and wild

She can’t stop thinking about “running my tongue over the perfect bow of his upper lip, dragging is lower lip between my teeth”

Idk where these thoughts are coming from!!!! Baby you 17 c’mon now

I try to think of anything else, snow!

She takes a drink and it goes down the wrong pipe lmaoooo

“At least if i find a bathroom i can die in peace” lol

But he touches her and she stops choking and she’s like “he couldn’t have stopped that, i know, but…”

He stares at her as he bites the strawberry and she takes it as a threat

CH 11: in the library, no one can hear you scream

“His moods change more quickly than my bffs instafeed” I -

Oh so NOW she’ll say “the fuck you in his eyes” but she was saying freaking and eff before...did her publisher tell her only x amount of fucks per book?

She goes into the library and her body is like RUN, but she ignores it…

There are beautiful gargoyles and ornate shelves and...stickers fucking everywhere?

The gargoyle is pointing to an secret room that says students needs permission, but she hears chanting and decides to check it out since it might be one of the native languages spoken in alaskaaaaaaaaaa

“Especially because some of them only have less than 4,000 speakers left in the world” okay gracie-pedia tf?

CH 12: it’s all fun and games until someone loses their life

She meets a girl named Leah - who was the one chanting

Okay but i do fuck with the horror movie quote pillows…

Damn leah’s boyfriend died…

“Tea from homemade leaves” again...read this out loud before you put it in a published novel...do you mean loose leaves? Do you mean homegrown leaves?

Is she gonna poison her????

“What do you guys have to lie about that’s so important?” “Everything”

CH 13: just bite me

“Lol jk”

“Finish your drink” BITCH IT’S POISON

Macy and leah are being soooo weird about what could have happened to grace on her own

Apparently leah is super popular and secretive so it’s weird she took to grace so fast - is this a NLOG sitch or a “come into my web little fly” sitch?

She pukes because of “altitude sickness” aka poisoning i bet

CH 14: knock knock knocking on death’s door

This theme of bastardization of guns and roses songs is really....something.

Grace takes a mental health day because she’s still feeling weird

Flint comes to check on her and invite her to a snowball fight…?

If your character’s name is grace, i feel like you can’t use gracefully as an adjective, the same way you wouldn’t say Rue said something ruefully.

Flint kisses her cheek and i’m already waiting for this Great Value Edward/Jacob triangle

But he makes her feel ~nothing~ compared to jaxon

CH 15: so hell actually can freeze over

Macy likes flint, uh-oh

But the different groups don’t mix

“What is this, mean girls alaska edition?” - stfu

Omg her uncle checks on her and he reminds her of her dad and :(

We get sooooooo much detail about how to dress to go out into the wilderness...here is one thing i was able to find out: tracy wolff lives in texas. So i feel like she did ALL this research and then was like y’all gonna LEARN ABOUT THIS I SPENT TOO MUCH TIME!

As a girl who has never ever seen snow, i felt this fascination

She finds a gnarled up weird tree guarding a trail

“A weird sense that i should turn around - like the feeling in the library - came over me but i knew i was just being silly”

The lack of survival instinct henny

She comes across a gazebo where leah and jaxon are sitting

CH 16: sometimes keeping your enemies close is the only thing that prevents hypothermia

That’s not a chapter title, it’s an entire sentence…

Ooh they’re having an angry, intimate convo

And leah slaps him!!

“They’re looking at me like they’re the predators and i’m the prey they can’t wait to sink their teeth into” we get it, first of all. Second of all, what is with the long-winded metaphors

“Every time i catch sight of him i feel something tug at me i can’t identify, something i have no ability to explain” it’s horniness.

Then she just leaves but he catches up to her

With his sexy af hair blowing

“Trying to run away from all the thing he makes me feel when really i just want to grab on to him and hold on tight” - so what is the truth?! You keep acting like you don’t know what the feeling is but clearly, YOU DO.

“Everyone answers to me, eventually.” - we found the line used in the adverts guys!

Oh my god, what an asshat. Asshole, i would have laughed. Asshat is stupid.

It’s annoying af

Doing my best dory impression: just keep walking

“Making friends with a dr - a guy like flint” CALLED IT, he’s a dragon

Leah’s boyfriend was jaxon’s brother

Neither leah nor jaxon was wearing a jacket. BOOM

CH 17: it’s discretion, not diamonds, that’s a girl’s best friend

Not only cringe but grammatically incorrect…she coulda just said “discretion is a girl’s best friend” and we woulda got the reference….

Grace mentions jaxon in front of macy and she’s supes weird and grace is FINALLY like wtf is the secret you’re hiding from me

“She looks at me like i’m a few snowflakes short of a snowball” SOMEONE. READ THIS OUT LOUD. WHERE IS HER EDITOR I JUST WANNA TALK.

The order?! “Just a nickname for the popular boys” bullSHIT

Macy FREAKS OUT when she realizes grace has been alone with jaxon

She says he was interesting and “macy looks at me like i said i wanted to bodysurf the alaskan tundra”

Macy “We’re talking about jaxon right? Arrogance of a rock star?”

She didn’t mention “the scar that turns him from to pretty sexy af, and scary af”

“He’s not the one who tried to kill me” “you’ve only been here a few days, give it time” get her MACY!

HE WAS LISTENING!!!!

CH 18: how many hot guys does it take to win a snowball fight?

Ooh jaxon mad that grace is going to flint’s snowball fight

“His breath is so warm and soft that i can feel it everywhere, even deep inside” okay you horny bitch!!!!! Was this cringe or did i like it or both?

“The orange and dark water scent of him” ...what? Dark water is a cologne? Or does she literally mean like the dark water of the ocean? What in confusion

Her throat is always tight and dry around him, all the time, every day

Flint pops up and he is wearing a dragon beanie…

The rest of the order shows up and “For the first time the phrase got your back makes sense” to grace...are you kidding me? You never understood a very simple common phrase til now? Sure jan

SEXUAL TRIANGLE TENSIOOOOOOOOON

But she only has eyes for Jaxon...they both reach to touch each other.

“Grace” it’s barely a whisper but i feel it all the way inside myself BITCH

“Something tells me this boy and his world famous disappearing act is going to be the death of me”

CH 19: we came, we fought, i froze

Civil twilight AGAIN.

“I didn’t think screwed up and obnoxious was your type” me-OW

The snowball fight happens

Sounds like fun, the designer faction isn’t there

“Did she just do parkour against that tree?” re: Macy so close to being funny. I did exhale through my nose. Then “did you just parkour that tree?” i DID laugh

Flint climbs the tree with grace over his shoulder ‘like spider man’ and all i can think is “you better hold on tight spider monkey”

The wind is so strong it knocks her out of the tree…

CH 20: there’s never a parachute around when you need one

Flint catches her in mid-air...this man… #teamflint2020

“You’re heavier than you look” dead

He has shame in his eyes? Why?

Because JAXON IS THERE AND HE IS MAD!

And flint is SUPER MAD!!!!!!!

Jaxon puts himself between grace and flint so grace can’t touch flint

“Can i just say i’m feeling a lot like alice in wonderland here? Things get curiouser and curiouser.” stfu

I was laughing because she was like “so much for fitting in, now i might as well be painted biohazard orange” but then she said fml. Stfu

Jaxon picks her up

CH 21: I like standing on my own two feet, but getting swept off them feels surprisingly good, too

If it takes up more than one line of a google docs page IT’S NOT A FUCKING CHAPTER TITLE!!!!!

Ooh and his arms feel really good around her, REALLY good

Now he smells like orange and snow and it’s making her crazy

Macy looks at them like she’s getting punk’d

“Grace.” “what?” “shut up.” i’m dead

“I sprained my ankle, i’m not dying of consumption” “yeah well, the night is young” this made me lol despite it being more of macy’s voice than jaxon’s

Jaxon is blaming grace for falling? “You don’t see macy falling out of her tree” is he negging her rn?

She’s called him super-sexy twice in a paragraph

Macy goes to get ice bc she’s scared of Jaxon and grace says, “Et tu, brute?” lmaooo

“I can do it myself” “maybe i wanna do it for you” and macy squeaks LMAO

His scar makes his smile a crooked little smirk...who else had a crooked smirk...the vampire this is 1000% based on, maybe?

“I find myself relaxing despite myself” guys. Reading is power. Read your work out loud so you can hear when you use the same word twice in a sentence, like this.

“My whole body lights up like the aurora borealis i’m still dying to see”

They almost kiss but don’t bc macy comes back

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director's cut meme: Little Arrow Ch 3 the part w/ Cassandra being hurt and Dorian losing his shit AND/OR the Solas/Lavellan conversation immediately after (from approx “Why did they come here?” to "He stares at her a moment longer, before turning and disappearing into the trees without a word.")

Thom is behind them all, someone slumped over his shoulders. He puts them on the ground—gently, but he’s so exhausted he nearly drops them, and then rolls them over onto their back.

It’s Cassandra. She’s… not moving.

If there’s any character to (almost) kill off to show how dire the situation is, it’s Cassandra. Like, she was always the last in my party to fall. Always. Bull? I was reviving his ass every 30 seconds. Blackwall? not as bad but still. Cassandra, though? I don’t think much could kill her, in game, once you got to higher levels.

Also, symbolically, she is the most interested in tales of romance out of anyone in the group. She’s the one who sighs wistfully, and reads Varric’s utter trash literature, and wants to be wooed with poetry and candlelight.

But more than that, she tough as balls.

Evie can hear her blood pounding in her ears, and nothing else. There’s a smear of blood on Cassandra’s cheek—dried, crusty. It almost looks like dirt, or mud. Evie just… stares at that. Instead of looking at the rest of Cassandra. Looking where her armour is caved in over her chest—

Poor Evie’s never actually seen any level of violence in her life, outside of some strangers kidnapping her. She is incredibly sheltered.

Cole kneels by Cassandra’s head. His own bowed over her, his hat hiding his face so Evie can’t see if he’s saying anything.

A glass bottle shatters as it hits a tree, and Evie snaps out of it.

“Fasta vass,” Dorian shouts, “I hated those bastards enough before they started copying Templars.”

unseeliequeens: k how, exactly, did ancient elves learn how to Smite playwithdinos: plot reasonsplaywithdinos:also they started eating lyrium i guess 

You don’t have to fill all your weird plot holes if you just have your main character not have a clue what’s happening, right?

Mamae gets Bull settled, and then tries to look at his leg. He waves her off, however, pointing towards Cassandra.

“Fuck,” Sera is saying. “Fuck—how did they get Cassandra?! She’s like—”

She gestures wildly in the air, as if that helps articulate her point.

Varric stands by Cole for a moment, and his face twists as he looks down at her. But he only shakes his head, and goes back to Thom. “The Iron Lady won’t be here until tomorrow,” he says, though Evie barely hears him. “You think Dorian’s…?”

Thom shakes his head. “I doubt it. Last time this happened, Lady Vivienne was out of it for hours. Cassandra’s got… well. Not that.”

“And my specialty isn’t exactly healing, let alone gaping chest wounds,” Dorian snaps. “Where the hell is that healer Hawke promised us?”

Yes, the healer that Hawke promised is Anders, who shows up fashionably late.

Evie glances over, and sees Solas standing a few feet to her left. He hasn’t noticed her yet—he’s just staring, his face twisted in confusion and grief. But Dorian’s words seem to startle him, and he squares his shoulders and walks, quickly, across the clearing.

He kneels beside Cassandra, and all conversation comes to an abrupt halt.

Everyone watches, and Evie holds her breath, until Cassandra’s head jerks, her lips part, and her eyes flutter open.

She blinks up at Solas, frowning, until he presses a hand to her forehead. He whispers something Evie can’t hear, and then Cassandra closes her eyes again. Just sleeping this time, it seems.

Solas stands, slowly. And then he steps around Cassandra, around the fire, all the while with every eye in camp trained on him, and stops before Bull.

Yeah. Solas.

It’s really easy to focus on his relationship with the Inquisitor, and how that influences his feelings on the whole end of the world thing.

But these people are his friends - and probably the first people who could be his friends for a long, long time. Before the whole reveal, he was just Solas to them. Weird guy, sure, likes the Fade a little too much, but he sets his own coattails on fire sometimes, and he and Dorian absolutely spend all night nerding it up about magic on multiple occasions. He and Cassandra have some thoughtful, profound conversations - he helps her through her crisis of Faith by telling her how special it was that she could have attracted such a spirit to her. That her belief is worth something. He distracts a Bull who is frightened to be without the Qun with a (brilliant) game of chess.

It would be so easy just to let them die. But it’s impossible just to let them die. They’re his friends, even though they’re enemies; he can no more watch Cassandra die than he could Lavellan.

He starts to kneel before Bull.

“Don’t touch him,” Dorian snarls.

Solas stops, half-kneeling on the ground. Evie can’t see his face, but his shoulders are straight as a board.

“If the wound is not seen to,” Solas says, his voice very flat, “it will fester.”

Dorian laughs, hard and bitter. “Ah yes, I’d forgotten how stupid you think we all are. Like infants running under your feet. Or insects, maybe, on the days we’re not lucky enough for you to consider us people.”

It was always going to be Sera or Dorian who spilled it in front of Evie. They both have hot tempers - Sera doesn’t like Solas a whole lot in the first place, but Dorian and Solas were friends. And Dorian is also hyperaware of the hypocrisy of Solas being like “you can’t feel bad about elvhenan and how long dead it is without doing something for the living slaves” and then toddling off to go blow up the world or something because of elvhenan collapsing. Like?????

Dorian doesn’t give two fucks about Solas being the Dread Wolf. If that was his only secret, he’d probably just think it was hilarious. Like, “Maker, I cannot believe it - no wonder you go around pretending you’re better than everyone else. This is - fuck, why does no one else think this is as funny as I do??? LOOK AT HIM, he’s literally dressed in RAGS, like a fairy tale creature that’s going to test us, and then make us filthy rich when we’re kind.”

It’s the whole... end of the world thing that gets to him. And the whole “not real people” thing. Because Dorian didn’t have a lot of friends before the Inquisition, either. He had precisely one, who died of the Blight. And he and Solas, for all their differences, are friends. And to learn that all of that meant nothing to Solas... that he’s not even a real person  in Solas’s eyes... that’s what stings. Not the elvhen god nonsense.

That’s when Bull notices Evie, standing at the edge of the woods. His eye goes wide, and he tries to nudge Dorian with his elbow.

“Dorian,” he hisses.

“No,” Dorian snaps. “No! I am sick to death of fighting for our lives, for the fate of a world full of perfectly good people who aren’t good enough for you and your lofty ideals, because you miss castles in the sky and—I don’t fucking know, upside down fountains or whatever bullshit you’ve decided is better than real, living, breathing people who just want to buy bread and make stupid babies and keep living. I am sick to death of coming here, to the one place where none of that is happening, and instead of getting to forget about it all I have to see your face, and be reminded of every person who I have lost and who I’m going to lose, at this rate, so don’t you pretend that you’re anything other than—”

“Katoh!”

Dorian’s mouth shuts so fast his teeth clack together. He turns to look at Bull, furious confusion all over his features.

“Amatus we literally only use that in the bedroom what the actual fuck.”

Bull only looks at Evie, an apologetic smile on his face that looks more like a grimace, right now.

Dorian follows his gaze—and then his face falls, all the fury draining from it the instant he sees her. And he just looks exhausted, all of a sudden. Not angry at all.

“Oh, that actual fuck.”

One by one, everyone in the camp turns and looks at Evie.

No one says anything. They all just… stare.

“Well,” Varric says, breaking the agonizing silence. “Shit.”

Evie inhales, Sera curses, Dorian looks at his feet, and Solas turns on his heel and leaves the clearing so fast that Evie thinks he uses magic.

Solas: Hm. I appear to be Feeling Things. I could, in fact, use this moment to address what I am feeling, and take the opportunity to sort out my shit and come to terms with my emotions, and maybe make a decision on this whole “end the world or not end the world” thing, and then maybe i could make peace with all the people I have harmed by my action and inaction.

Solas: .....

Solas: *fadesteps the fuck out of the situation*

OKAY PART 2

He whirls on her, then, his eyes dark. “Why did they come here?” he snarls—sounding like a cornered animal. “Where Evie can see? This place is supposed to be safe, she’s not supposed to know—”

She doesn’t rise to meet his anger. She just stands there and stares up at him, her arm crossed over her chest, fingers curling over the pin holding her sleeve in place on what remains of her left arm.

He stares back down at her, his face falling from rage to confusion. His features twist, and his demands hang in the air between them, heavy.

At length, Mamae only says, “There was nowhere else for them to go.”

You know, I’m not exactly sure how Dragon Age 4 will go, or how exactly Thedas is supposed to stop Solas from Wrecking All The Things. 

But a Romanced/Friendly Solas really wants to be stopped. Why doesn’t he just not do it then, you ask? Look he’s kind of a shithead, I say, and he still sees this world as a horrible mistake. It’s miserable - yes, people are sometimes happy, but they die. For no reason! And they hate magic, and they suffer, and there are Blights that will probably honestly do the job for him, if he lets them.

He doesn’t want to do it. But he has to.

So that’s where this conversation is coming from.

Solas opens and closes his mouth. He blinks, and his eyes search her face for something. “What… what do you mean?” he asks, his voice very quiet.

She shrugs. “This is it, Solas. We lost the pleasure house in Minrathous during the uprising—and I won’t say I’m displeased with the results, but that was our last sanctuary, other than here.”

He doesn’t move. He doesn’t say a thing—he just stares at her, his expression impossible to read.

“My forces are scattered,” she tells him, as if they’re talking about the weather. “I have some trusted allies converging here, but it’s a poultice on the wound at best. What few eluvians I control I can only afford to reveal to very few. So most are waiting for word of where they will go, but I have nowhere to send them to. They’re spread too thin to be of any use to anyone.”

“Impossible,” he says, desperately. “You still hold Adamant. You have allies in Nevarra—”

She laughs a little, bitterly. “Adamant is an excellent decoy, but it’s been sealed tight to prevent Darkspawn from clawing their way out of the abyss for nearly a decade. I’ve never held forces there, I just wanted you to think I did. And the nobility and their armies were suddenly less welcoming, once your people exposed my role in the slave revolts. They’re frightened I’ll do the same for their servants, and they’ll be cleaning their own chamberpots.”

He is very, very still. Like he is when he’s very upset, and he doesn’t want anyone to know.

This is the moment when Solas realises it’s actually in him. His... pipe dream of a bunch of mortals somehow outwitting him, stopping him from achieving his goals, so he can have honestly tried, but also saving him from becoming a monster, proving their own worth to what remains of his people, it’s all over.

His orb is complete. Her forces are scattered at best, her allies few and far between. Her greatest allies are wounded, demoralized. Gathered here, instead of out trying to stop him.

(Also, side note, if we have to choose between defeating Solas and freeing Tevinter slaves you can 100% bet I am still freeing slaves, Bioware I don’t care, burn the whole world just let us all be happy first)

“Why did you keep her?” he asks, his voice tight.

Mamae blinks, startled by the question. “What?”

“Evie.” Solas stares down at her—standing very close, but utterly unmoving. “You knew the truth. About—about everything. So why…?”

She shakes her head. “You’re asking me this now? After—five years?”

“Four and a half,” he corrects, very softly.

“Why?”

“Please,” is all he says, his voice wavering a little.

Solas has wanted to ask this question, but is too scared to. Maybe the answer is because Evie was meant to be leverage - maybe Lavellan only kept the baby because it might be the one thing to make Solas hesitate, when the time came. Because - this is it. This is the time for it. The time for Lavellan to look at him and say “you want your kid to die???” and he has to answer her.

But he’s also kid of terrified that the answer is just... Well. As follows.

Mamae exhales. She frowns up at him a moment longer, and then she smiles a little, sadly. She reaches up, and cups one side of his face with her hand.

“Solas,” she says, very softly, “Sometimes, I’m afraid you’ll never understand how I feel about you.”

He almost says something, but she shakes her head a little and he stops.

“Ar lath ma,” she tells him. “You, Solas. The man who makes friends with spirits, and teaches Evie to cast barriers, and chases her nightmares away. The man who painted, who stopped the Qunari invasion because he did not want us to suffer. The man who tells me the truth, even when it’s hard to hear. Who sought to ease my pain and save my life at great risk to himself, when he did not know me, or even think I was real. The man I’m going to save from his idiot self, and the things he doesn’t even want to do.”

She brushes a tear from his cheek with her thumb. He breathes in, sharply, as if he hadn’t even known he was crying.

Lavellan is absolutely, 200% not this confident. Like, at all.

She kind of... knows she’s lost??? Like she doesn’t know what she has left. She doesn’t know the next step. She’s gathering some allies, and figuring out what to do next, but... Barring Solas having some kind of epiphany on his own, she actually doesn’t have anything else to throw at him?

Though the whole “we had forest sex the last time we hung out” thing she’s counting as a win in her court. She knows that his walls are coming back down - and she wants to believe that she can still talk some sense into him, one way or the other.

He reaches up, and presses his hand against hers. He closes his eyes and leans into her touch, and they stand there, motionless, the air around them utterly still.

“Sometimes,” he says, so softly that Evie can hardly hear it, “I think of asking you to run away with me. To take Evie with us, and find some place where no one has heard of Fen’Harel, or the Inquisitor, and just…”

���Vhenan,” she says, when he goes too long without speaking, “I don’t think that place exists anymore.”

He lets out a small, broken breath.

Yeah, he’s waffling hardcore.

If he had actually asked her, instead of just admitting that he wants to, she would have said yes.

But he didn’t ask, did he?

“Solas—”

“The orb is complete.”

She freezes in place. “What?” she says, after an agonizing silence. “I don’t—when?”

“Nearly two months ago, now.”

Her hand is still on his cheek, his hand over hers. Neither of them moves.

This is poor Lavellan realizing that the reason he slept with her is because he was being grim and fatalistic again. 

At length, he opens his eyes. He just looks lost.

“I’ve been stalling,” he says, gently taking her hand away from his face. “Citing a need to ensure there will be no problems, when I use it. Telling anyone who asks that I need more time, that I need to be certain, after what happened to the last one.”

When he tries to pull his hand from hers, she tightens her grip. “Why?’ she asks.

“I…” He stares down at her. Evie watches as he leans in a little—and she in turn, as if they’re pulled to one another.

Lavellan (and also you thirsty, thirsty readers): 

He drops her hand, and takes a few steps back. “I will make certain no one was followed here tonight,” he says, stiff and formal again.

Everyone reading, probably:

“Solas—”

He’s already turning on his heel, and does not stop. “Go back to Evie,” he says. “She will be distressed. If you do not wish for me to return, I understand. I—”

“Solas,” she says again, pleading.

He stops.

She takes a shaken breath. “In the end,” she says slowly, “what happens to her? If she—will she—”

He turns and looks at her over his shoulder. He does not say anything, but his expression is grim, and something about his eyes looks… desperate.

So yeah, Solas believes that if he goes through with his plan, then Evie will die.

Not just Lavellan, or the people he loves - his blood relation to her does not save her. She dies, too.

Mamae closes her eyes. Her hand clenches into a fist.

“It’s almost her birthday,” she says. “She’d—she’d be miserable if you weren’t there.”

He stares at her a moment longer, before turning and disappearing into the trees without a word.

@unseeliequeens, beta and queen of my heart, asked me once what it would take for Lavellan to keep Solas from seeing Evie.

And the answer was basically, like, actual murder of someone they love.

Not just like, incidental, “everyone you know will die but all at once so it’s cool” murder. Which is looming on the horizon I guess.

And I guess it has to do more with my Lavellan’s backstory than any other reasoning I can give - her mother died when she was quite young, and her father got himself (and nearly her) killed in an ancient ruin when she was like 13 or something. She grew up without her parents; with an emotionally distant father, when he was around. He tried his best, but his heart just wasn’t in it after her mother died - she’s old enough now to have come to terms with that.

But... Emotionally Distant Parent? Solas is anything but. He loves Evie--he teaches her magic, and dotes on her, and watches her nightmares. Evie loves him, too. Evie is old enough now to wonder if Solas is her father - she’s old enough now to guess that there’s weird history between him and her mom. She hasn’t asked, but Lavellan knows she wants to.

She doesn’t have the heart to take Solas away from Evie. She can’t--never mind that being around Evie is obviously going to give him second thoughts on the whole end the world thing. She’s not going to punish Evie for Solas’s horrible mistakes. That’s more angst than she’s willing to kick up in this little family.