#garnet x lane

[awesometothe3rd]

Almost...

[tinderbox210]

I knew these two were a perfect match when this argument happened and he started to go all Scottish on her and she yelled right back in Serbian.

[bloodyshadow1]

while I normally don't care about m/f ships, I do like a bunch. I think my favorite dynamic for m/f ships is "X is the most powerful person in the world, while Y can lead them around by their pinky and X will smile" obviously they still need to be good and cute in other ways and X doesn't actually need to be the most powerful person in their verse and Y doesn't have to be powerless.

Some examples

Clark Kent/Lois Lane Clois superman

Barry Allen/Iris West-Allen westallen the flash

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase Percabeth PJO

Raven/Beast Boy Bbrae Teen Titans

Peter Parker/ MJ Watson Spider-man

Ororo Munroe/Logan Howlet Rolo X-Men

Zidane Tribal/ Garnet "Dagger" Alexandros FF9

Sora/Kairi Sokai Kingdom Hearts

Alibaba/Morgiana Alimor Magi

Rogue/Gambit Romy X-Men

Many more

don't get me wrong, this can be done poorly, a lot of the time when X is a woman, it will be about lessening her so that she is more obedient or fits more with Y . Or Y can be abusive to X, but it's written in a supposedly romantic and X is so powerful that it's okay. That's not what I'm talking about. What I'm talking about isn't control, or obedience, or abuse. What I'm talking about is x being comfortable with letting their walls down and letting Y feel more human (for lack of a better word). It's about Y trusting X to never hurt them even with all their strength and wanting to make them smile. It's about Y standing beside X when they unleash their power because they know X will never hurt them.

Also to be clear, this dynamic can be interesting in F/F, M/M, ships with nonbinary partners too. I personally realized that a lot of my favorite M/F ships fit this specific dynamic.

If you like dynamics like these feel free to add you own.

[steven1123x]

Behind The Scenes - Chapter 18: A Day Out With The Crystal Gems.

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Steven, Rose, Greg, Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl were all having a day out. The boy wants to go bowling with all of them. Pearl thought it was a good idea to go and they can all play two rounds.

Steven, the Crystal Gems, and Greg all walked into the bowling alley in Los Angeles. Rose got bowling shoes for everyone, Greg went to the lane where they were assigned, and Steven saw kids wearing a bunch of shirts. Camp maybe? Steven thought. Steven was first on the board. Then Garnet, Amethyst, and Rose. Pearl and Greg were on the other lane bowling separately.

Steven sat on one of the chairs to put his shoes on. Then he saw two figures enter. Steven’s eyes went starry as he saw that it was Mordecai and Rigby.

“Hey! It’s that boy we met at the arcade!” Rigby said, walking up to him and his friends.

“Could we play with you guys?”

“Sure you guys can play with us,” Rose said.

Steven grabbed his bowling ball and swung it, the ball hitting all ten pins. “YES! STRIKE!” Steven cheered, jumping in the air. Rose smiled and cheered her son.

“Nice, Steven!” Greg said, cheering him on. Garnet went next and she naturally got a strike.

“Woah, I think you and Garnet will be tied for first place!” Amethyst said. Steven smiles at that comment. Rigby went next.

“Come on Rigs!” Mordecai said, encouraging his friend. Rigby smiled and rolled his ball down the lane, but then. His ball went to the side.

“Ahhh, come on!” Rigby groaned. Mordecai laughed. “Hm hm hm hm hm hm.” he said, rolling his bowling ball down the lane and getting a strike. “AW, YEAH!” he said as he jumped for joy. Rigby wanted to punch Mordecai for that. Steven watched his friends go.

Steven wondered where Lucas was. He texted him, Lucas said that he was running a little bit of a fever, so he wasn’t coming.

It was Rose’s turn to bowl, Greg remembers what happened the last time they went bowling with each other. Rose took out some ceiling panels because she threw the ball too hard, combined with her immense strength.

Thankfully they didn’t get banned from the bowling alley in the nineties because of that.

It was Ameythest’s turn, so she grabbed it and threw it, She had nine pins, the purple gem grabbed it and threw it but it missed. “DANG IT!” Ameythest yells.

Rose stood up and walked up to the bowling ball dispenser, she grabbed the ball placed her fingers inside the holes, and bowled it down the lane, the ball crashed into all the pins, and Steven saw a big X on one of the fat screens.

“Yes, I did it, I did it, I did it!” Rose jumped for joy, Greg chuckled at his wife, he smiled and got up, as it was his turn to go. Greg grabbed the ball and rolled it down the lane, Steven was back up and he bowled another strike.

“I think that you found your talent, buddy,” Greg said. “You think so?”Steven asks. Rose smiles and nods. Garnet went up, she bowled a strike again.

Greg went on the other lane and bowled a strike.

When they all finished, They returned their bowling shoes and they were about to go their separate ways.

“Thanks for letting us bowl with you Mr. and Mrs. Universe. Mordecai said.

“Hey, Mordecai, where were Eileen and Margret?” Steven asks the blue jay.

“Oh, they went out to the movies, we don’t always have to hang out together,” he said, Steven nodded. Rose, Greg, Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl all went to a restaurant that night, and Steven picked one. He wanted mercian food so they went to Chichen Itza. Hopefully, they have something for me, cause I don't eat meat.

Steven and his friends and parents walk inside and Rose looks at the menu for Steven to have.

“Can we substitute the meat?” Steven asked his mom.

“I’m not sure, but I think you can.” the boy nods and looks at his bright red star t-shirt, Rose puts her hand on his dark brown curly hair, and Steven smiles and stands closer to her. They all went farther into the restaurant and they saw people and some cartoon characters too, Steven almost freaked out because he thought he saw Spongebob Squarepants, sitting at a booth with his best friend Patrick Star.

Steven wanted to talk to them. But he didn’t want to bother them when they were eating dinner. They sat down across from the Nickelodeon stars. Steven pretends to not notice them, but Greg knows and he looks at his son.

“Hey, Steven. Aren’t they your favorite characters?” Steven nods nervously and looks at the sponge and starfish again, Steve nods nervously again, then looks at the table one more time.

Greg smiles softly at his son, telling him that it was okay and he didn’t have to be nervous.

Oh, really? What if they're rude to their fans? Steven thought. He was still apprehensive about walking up to them and meeting them…. But he wants me to talk to them… But what do I say to them? ‘Hi, I’m Steven Quartz Universe! Like a doof? Ugh, why is this so hard? At least he was there when I talked to Chester after his concert, but this is different, these are actors! Not just any actors, they are NICKLODEN STARS! Oh, what do I do?

Rose noticed him and put a hand on his shoulder, Steven looked up and smiled, she looked at both Spongebob and Patrick talking, A waitress walked to their table, Spongebob pulled out a pen and signed her notepad it seemed like for her. Patrick also. (Since he couldn’t write like in the show, he drew her a picture)

Steven looks at his hands, then back at Spongebob and Patrick. He wanted to talk to them so badly! But he wasn’t sure what to say. Would they like him? Would they like his personality? he doesn’t know. He looks at his father. Greg nodded and gave him a gentle push. Steve gathered, slid off his chair, and walked over to the booth.

“Um…. Excuse me?” he said nervously. The sponge looks at him, he has a smile on his face.

“Why, hello there!” he said cheerfully towards the boy. Steven now felt more comfortable. He flashed a genuine smile at him, and Patrick did too.

“Can I have a picture?” Steven asked. The boy took his phone out of his pocket and handed it to Spongebob.

He, Steven, and Patrick all took a picture together Steven hugged him and they went back to his table. “See, told you he was nice,” Greg said. Steven nods then sat down they all got their food,

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He stared at the picture that he took with Spongebob and Patrick. His heart swelled with joy as he saw the picture. He was happy that he’d met him, and the boy hoped that he was going to meet more cartoon stars in the future like them. They were awesome!

Steven rolled over and went to sleep.

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A\N: Hey guys, sorry for the late update but.. I don’t know if I’m numb or just angry or both about the whole thing…I can keep up with no problem but…I don’t know if I can. I don’t want to do a hiatus on this story, I love doing this story for you guys. But… What should I do? I’ll see you guys in the next chapter, bye!

[lovesick-desires]

A CORRUPT COVENANT

YANDERE!SILCO X MAGE!READER — CHAPTER ONE

⇢ NEXT CHAPTER

ABSTRACT: Silco learns of a mage who works in The Lanes who is proficient in potion work. Thinking of utilizing the mage's potions to perfect Shimmer, he realizes he is much more interested in the mage than first anticipated. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Silco is not really yandere this chapter, but it will ramp up in future ones. CONTENT WARNINGS: gender neutral reader, slowburn yandere, slight yandere behavior, intimidation/coercion, swearing, no mentions of "y/n", mentions of drug use, abuse of power, utilization of witchcraft, semi-proof read SILCO’S YANDERE ARCHETYPE: possessive, manipulative WORD COUNT: 1.6k+ WRITING ASSISTED BY: Opal (ty for the ideas <3)

It was a dog-eat-dog world in the Undercity. Being outcast and demonized by the sycophants and aristocrats of Piltover, Zaunites were constantly at each other's throats just to survive.

Everyone knew that and you were no different.

Being a born and raised Zaunite yourself, you learned how to fight for survival. Life didn't give you all the cushy luxuries Pilties got fed to them by a silver spoon.

Seeing the divide between the two nations made you cold and bitter to the topsiders like most others in Zaun. Most used violence and rage as an outlet, but you turned to the arcane. This outlet led you to study magic and witchcraft for years, learning the art of spellcasting and potion brewing. This hobby of yours eventually made you strong enough in your craft to start taking patrons. With having such a unique talent such as yours, you knew how to utilize it to your financial gain. Selling your goods was a tricky business as most would try to swindle you or intimidate you. However, due to being stubborn in your ways, things almost always turned out in your favor.

The thing is, with a business in the arcane, you usually drew an odd crowd of people. Shimmer addicts looking for a quick fix, lovelorn individuals requesting aphrodisiacs, and many more oddballs. However, to you, business was business as long as they paid the price.

Eventually, your name got around quickly in the streets of Zaun, in good and bad ways. People would become more frequently coming for your wares which you could always provide if the price was met. This financial journey eventually led you to open up shop in the outskirts of The Lanes, taking refuge in an old bar that closed down due to competitors such as The Last Drop. Despite the stench of cigar smoke and booze embedded into the floorboards and walls, you set up shop in the quaint little outlet. Potions, crystals, herbs and other miscellaneous magic materials were neatly displayed on rickety shelves that adorned the walls that were once used to display various liquors. The stench of substances eventually got replaced with the melodious aroma of lavender and rose incense that seeped into the wooden architecture after months of utilization.

It wasn't much of a shop, but it was yours and that was all that mattered: The Opalite Oracle.

Months had passed since you opened the shop's doors and business was going well. As you tinkered with the potion on your desk, adding some rose petal dust for a client's aphrodisiac request. You could hear the patchwork clock on the wall tick to 12 am, making a small chime for the turn of the day. A sigh escaped your lips as you reached for the garnet dust, your fingers barely able to snatch it from the other end of the desk. Pouring small increments of the dust into the potion vial, you could hear the rain pounding on the glass window outside. Oddly enough, you felt like you were being watched as the hairs on your arms stood at attention. Looking back at the window, not a soul was outside in the pouring rain. Waving it off, you turned back to your project.

As thunder rumbled the quaint building, the shop bell rang, much to your digression. The store had been closed for the past two hours and you must have forgotten to lock the door at closing again.

"Scram, we're closed. We open at 10 am tomorrow morning," You declared, hearing the firm steps of boots wonder your shop. God dammit, these people are always deaf or stupid. Or maybe both.

"Did you hear me? We are closed, fuck off." You added, putting a cork in the top of the aphrodisiac vial. Staring at the pink liquid in the vial, you heard the footsteps stop behind you at your counter. Eliciting a groan from your vocal cords, you spin in your stool to face the person pestering you at this ungodly hour.

"Hey, dumbass, you got wax in your ears? I said we're clo—"

When you spun around, you were greeted with an unexpected sight. The Eye of Zaun, Silco, was standing there with his hands behind his back, an unimpressed look on his face.

"Hm? What did you just call me?" He rasped softly as he leaned over the counter, the smell of cigar smoke billowed from his breath as his lips moved into a slight smirk. The sly bastard placed a hand on the weathered wooden counter, tapping his nails against it. Pursing you lips, you can't help but feel yourself shrink slightly in your seat at the sight of the man before you.

"Nothing." You murmured with a voice laced with weariness. Silco wasn't the kind of man to come down to The Lanes like this and anybody knew that much. Usually, he would send one of his goons like Sevika to do his bidding for him. The man himself made rare appearances once a blue moon, so his appearance at this hour in your cozy little boutique must hold some importance. To this, Silco retracted his hand from the counter as he stood at his full height.

"Ah, that's better." He taunted, raising a brow at your sudden change of attitude even though he knew exactly why it occurred. Your gaze lingering on his sly smirk as he reached back towards the counter. With a nimble hand, Silco swiped the pink vial from your hands, inspecting the liquid and its contents swaying and bobbing inside. As if hypnotized by the pink fluid in the vial, he holds it up to the lantern illuminating the shop, watching the potion ebb and flow in its container.

"What do you want?" You queried with an annoyed edge to your voice. To this, Silco's gaze floats back to you with a small glint in his eyes.

"Ah, what do I want? Well, I want a lot of things." He croaked as he placed his other hand on the counter, leaning ever-so-slightly towards you as his gaze narrowed. To this, a slight shiver ran down your spine, causing your nails to bore into the flesh of their knees.

"To start, however, I see you are skilled with the arcane, correct?" He probed, his gaze shifting back to the vial in his fingers. To this, a soft hum of confirmation emerged from your throat. Silco's smirk widened as he gazed back at you, his eyes flickering with slight amusement. With a swift flick of the wrist, he tossed the vial behind him and let it shatter on the floor. The porous floorboards slowly absorbed the pink liquid, leaving only shredded herbs and shards of glass in its wake.

"Hey! What the—"

"You're perfect then." Silco interjected, his voice akin to a cinnamon whiskey. His now free hand joined the other on the counter, leaning forward slightly to look down upon you.

"You see, I need some assistance with a project I am undertaking." He added, reaching back into the interior pocket of his collared trench to retrieve three vials of a glowing, purple substance: Shimmer. Anyone in the Undercity with a brain knew what Shimmer was.

"What about it?" You retorted as the drug lord put the vials on your counter, letting the glass clink against the wood.

"Impatient, are we?" He mocked, his hand raised from the counter to grab your chin firmly in his cold, calloused hand, making you look up at him. "My, where are your manners?" He tutted, cocking his head to the side.

"Can you just tell me what you want? Please?" You begrudgingly asked, making Silco remove his hand from your chin with a soft tsk.

"Ah, well, since you asked so nicely, I'll lay it out for you. I need some assistance negating the side effects. You see, I can't let people get physical deformities from my product. It's bad for business." He declared with a guttural tone to his voice. "That's where you come in."

"Me?"

"You." He emphasized, his gaze stern and uncompromising. "You and your expertise are the key to Shimmer's success, dear." He continued as his gaze wondered to the potions on the wall of shelves behind you, internally inspecting the colors and consistencies of the multitude of bottled-up fluids. Eventually, his gaze crept back to the mage before him.

"I will require your assistance in this task. With your unique set of skills, you are exactly who I need." The drug lord proclaimed, a slight glimmer in his orange eye that you couldn't quiet read, but you knew it wasn't good. Shimmer was tearing Zaun apart, turning people into more animals than humans. You didn't want to take part, but what choice did you have?

"And if I refuse?" You questioned, your brows knitted together in a slight scowl. You knew you shouldn't push your luck but something in you told you to at least try. To this, Silco scoffed and looked unimpressed.

"Do you really think you have a choice here?" Silco retorted with a raised brow, knowing both of you knew the answer to that. To this, you sighed and looked at the vials of shimmer before you, watching the liquid glow and bubble in its containers.

"Will I be financially compensated for my time?" You queried, looking back up at the man before you. To this, a small smirk stretched across Silco's lips as he knew he had you know.

"Yes, you will be paid handsomely for your time and cooperation." He answered, leaning back slightly to get a better look at you. To this, you felt a pit form in your stomach but you tried to ignore it as you offered your hand for him to shake.

"Then, it's a deal." You spoke, sealing your fate for a handshake. To this, the smirk on the drug lord's face evolved into a smile, showing his crooked teeth as he shook your hand.

"A deal's a deal, dear."

SONG OF THE FIC: RULE #34 - FISH IN A BIRDCAGE

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ARCANE MASTERLIST

[your-bigender-big-brother]

Looking for a neutral name? I’m thinking about names right now. Let’s make a huge list of gender neutral names! They’re all below the cut and I encourage suggestions! (Many spelling variations are not included because those are up to the user to decide.)

Please know that there is a very long list under Keep Reading!

Adair

Aden

Aeden

Aer

Aether

Aiden

Air

Aire

Alex

Alyx

Amethyst

Apricot

Arden

Argyle

Ash

Aspen

Aster

August

Auxin

Avery

Ax

Axe

Axialis

Axis

Ayden

Azimuth

Bae

Beck

Berrie

Berry

Biblo

Birch

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Blu

Blue

Blake

Borage

Bracket

Brynn

Cadmium

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Casey

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Coron

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Cove

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Cuperton

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Day

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Easy

Ellery

Elm

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Emerson

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Extra

Faven

Fig

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Garnet

Gibbous

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Haven

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Hayes

Heart

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Henley

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Hive

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Hum

Hyperbola

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Iggy

In

Indie

Indigo

Ink

Inkwell

Jae

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Jey

Jules

Juniper

Jupiter

Justice

Kap

Kapree

Kay

Keelan

Kelp

Kendall

Kennedy

Kestrel

Kilo

Kris

Lair

Laire

Landish

Lane

Lapis

Lark

Lavender

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Lennon

Lennox

Lev

Lex

Lime

Locust

London

Loop

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Lumen

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Lutra

Lux

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March

Mare

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Mars

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Mauve

Mercury

Milli

Moo

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Muni

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Neutrix

Nine

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North

Nova

Oak

Oar

Onyx

Opal

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Packett

Paralax

Parker

Parsec

Patton

Pearl

Peridot

Perihelion

Petri

Peyton

Phoenix

Pigeon

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Plum

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Presley

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Purple

Pyramid

Pyre

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Quark

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Quinn

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Raine

Ram

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Rayn

Rayne

Reagan

Rebel

Reese

Remington

Remy

Rey

Radley

Ridley

Rigby

Riley

Rin

River

Roan

Rook

Root

Rowan

Rub

Ruby

Rune

Ryder

Sage

Salem

Sapphire

Saturn

September

Shiloh

Silver

Sky

Skye

Skylar

Skyler

Solar

Solaris

South

Sphere

Squid

Star

Sun

Tailor

Tar

Tare

Tayler

Taylor

Taylore

Teagan

Terabithia

Thyme

Time

Tobi

Tobie

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Tree

Tri

Triangle

Tuber

Tucket

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Tyad

Tyr

Tyre

Umbra

Under

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Value

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X

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Yield

Yoshi

Zap

Zappi

Zappy

Zenith

Zev

Ziggy

Zylith

[knowlesian]

i got an ask about various media recs and i am a giant music nerd, so consider this somewhere between rec list and a blackbonnet (or gentlebeard, & etc) fan mix. the tone is 50′s/60′s, with an emphasis on motown but there are some outside lane choices too, etc.

i decided to create a bunch of work for myself, so all the songs have a link to a youtube video with said song.

(before i start everyone go look at this ed gifset by @rainbowbonnet with sittin’ on the dock of the bay, it is AMAZING and i will burn this website to the ground if everybody doesn't clap & etc)

sittin’ on the dock of the bay — otis redding ( x )

ain't that a shame — fats domino ( x )

i can’t get next to you — the temptations ( x )

just one look — doris troy ( x )

i got a feeling — four tops ( x )

it’s all right — the impressions ( x )

tell me baby — garnet mimms & the enchanters ( x )

shake and fingerpop — jr. walker & the all stars ( x )

you've got my mind messed up — james carr ( x )

destination: anywhere — the marvelletes ( x )

wish someone would care — irma thomas ( x )

good to me — also irma thomas ( x )

lookin’ for a love — the valentinos ( x )

come on sock it to me — syl johnson ( x )

steal away — jimmy hughes ( x )

bring it on home to me — sam cooke ( x )

what becomes of the brokenhearted — jimmy ruffin ( x )

hold on, i’m comin’ — sam & dave ( x )

i’ll be satisfied — jackie wilson ( x )

mama said — the shirelles ( x )

hold me, thrill me, kiss me — mel carter ( x )

more love — smokey robinson & the miracles ( x )

[iamnightduchess]

There were originally two Asks for this but the draft got deleted by accident. To the two anons, I am so sorry 🙈 I also spent quite some time on it, so I had to rewrite everything all over again. But the Asks wanted to know what happens after their confession & their lives together afterwards in Hizuru, their courting process, marriage, kids & what Reiner does for a living when Mikasa ascends the imperial throne as the new Empress.

Reiner x Mikasa (ReiKasa) Canonverse AU (18+) Post-Rumbling Headcanon #18 (Pt.2) a.k.a a ficlet

A continuation to this post. Show me some ❤!

‼️Contains: mentions of PTSD‼️

Aftermath of Confession

Jean, who was also there with Annie & Armin, was very happy to see that two of his loved ones are finally embracing each other's feelings. He asks the new couple, "So, what's next?

Reiner looks into Mikasa's eyes and says, "For now, I just want to make out with the new most important woman in my life."

Annie sneakily jabs, "Get a room."

Reiner snarkily replies, "Good idea," causing Mikasa and Kiyomi both to panic before Reiner adds, "It was a joke, ladies."

"Jerk." Annie grins, as she holds her paramour's hand tight in hers. One could also see the look of pride and happiness on Armin's face, upon realizing that his sworn sister is genuinely loved by a good-hearted man, who would be her true anchor & life companion after the horrors she was forced to go through.

Reiner immediately approaches the Azumabito family matriarch and asks for her blessing and advice with the intention to officially court her kin. Kiyomi states that once Mikasa ascends the throne, the rules of Hizuru forbids the empress to marry a commoner but the spouse of a married ruler who ascends the throne will be recognized as the empress or prince consort. Thus, Kiyomi advises for their courting to proceed after the marriage, which will be held in a week.

Reiner and Mikasa, together, also talk to Jean and Armin in making it a triple wedding instead.

As soon as they return to the settlement, Reiner wastes not a second as he also looks for Levi, to get the older man's blessing as his soon-to-be wife's last living kin on her father's side.

Levi shakes his hand, albeit sternly, to which even Jean and Armin would cower in reflex, yet no one can miss the tender look in their former captain's eyes; one of a proud father when he said, "Be true. Be loyal."

Karina, Gabi and the rest of the Braun family are over the moon over the news of their immediate engagement & the family spearheads the wedding preparation together. The men go out to hunt and the women help with the simple but homely decoration as well as cooking preparations. Connie prefers to help the women and part of the reason is he's really interested in getting to know one of them; a single lady who had adopted 4 children whose parents were killed in the Rumbling.

The evening after Reiner had received Levi's blessings, Mikasa asks him out for a stroll around the settlement. Reiner also wants to spend more alone time with her. Teary-eyed, Mikasa confides in Reiner on everything that happened during the moment when she decapitated Eren's head, a truth that she has never told anyone. Not even to Armin. She told him that she placed her lips on Eren's cold dead ones to say her last farewell and that she is haunted by what she has done ever since. She is scared & terrified of what she has done and she feels she is being unfair to Reiner because of how 'broken' she is from within. Mikasa also says that she understands if Reiner wants to call off their wedding because he deserves to be happy with someone who doesn't have immense emotional baggage like she does.

Reiner, wordlessly, only holds her close in return. Mikasa almost flinches but she gradually allows the shackles inside her head go. However, she isn't able to return Reiner's physical affections as yet because of the unbearable guilt she still holds, thinking she is unworthy of Reiner's genuine love.

Reiner also confides that he has his emotional baggages himself; namely the day he tried to shoot himself in the head right before the assault in Liberio. Reiner also shares the reason why he has stopped thinking of dying, in particularly, the moment he realizes he did not want to give up on life so easily was the second he saw Mikasa's helpless face when the alliance decided to kill Eren. He accepts if Mikasa refuses to proceed with their wedding, but he would still follow her to Hizuru and be by her side - even as a friend.

At that moment, they both realize one fundamental truth: all these horrors they had to go through especially together only made them even more compatible with each other. No other man could ever understand and love Mikasa the way she is. No other woman could truly understand and love Reiner the way he is. They were both broken, emotionally weighed down but the strength they each needed was in the other all along.

Reiner and Mikasa are indeed two odd-shaped puzzle pieces who turn out to be a perfect fit after all.

That night, Reiner makes the first pledge to Mikasa way before his wedding vows: He will love her and make her happy for the rest of his life. He will never give up on her. Not even after death.

Wedding

The wedding had been a simple but a merry affair. Falco had been the ring-bearer & Gabi the flower girl.

Kiyomi had a craftsmaker from Hizuru and a blacksmith from Marley to make wedding bands from melted 3DMG blades and titan crystals for the three couples.

Kiyomi had found beautiful western-style white silk dresses in the Azumabito family's garments chest on the main ship. The brides, along with the help from Gabi, Karina and her sister, personalize the dresses according to their preferences.

Mikasa wears an ankle-length princess cut dress with tight long sleeves. She embroidered the hem with forest green trimmings (her new favorite color) and sewn gold laces and ribbons on the wrists and neck to match the color of Reiner's eyes. So as the gold teardrop stone on her silver headpiece. Reiner wore a matching white dress shirt and dark pants with a long beige overcoat, with a silver garnet tie to match the colors of his bride's beautiful eyes.

Annie wore a shin-length bell-shaped dress, with a sky blue drape silk wrap across her shoulders and sky blue hair ribbon to match the color of Armin's eyes. Armin wore a crisp beige coat with a light blue dress shirt and a matching dark blue bow tie.

Pieck, who's already 7 weeks pregnant at that time, wore a long halter bare-back dress, with a flowy dark purple ombre gradient skirt and a violet satin waistband, which matched Jean's bowtie and suit vest. He paired it with a crisp dark brown full suit.

Annie & Pieck were walked down the aisle by their respective fathers. Levi was the one who accompanied Mikasa down the wedding lane to Reiner.

Reiner was just captivated - he had tears in his eyes the moment he saw Mikasa in her wedding dress. He immediately kisses her hand when Levi gave her away.

Reiner & Mikasa's vows brought the guests to tears. Reiner vowed that he will always place Mikasa's life & needs before his and will always be with her through every second of their lives together - side-by-side, not behind her or in front of her. Mikasa vowed that Reiner will always have not only her heart but her whole life, in which their souls are bound for all eternity.

When they shared their first kiss as husband & wife, Mikasa truthfully savored & surrendered her heart to her first true love's kiss with Reiner.

Since Captain Levi was injured, it was Armin who sweetly offered his hand for Mikasa's father-daughter dance, as her sworn brother.

At the reception, Connie, being the best man to all the grooms jokingly said to the three of them, "You boys might have been married first, but I already beat you guys in being a dad," proudly proclaiming while cradling his adopted 3-month old baby girl in his arms.

Wedding Night & Courting

That eve of the wedding, Reiner had been a perfect gentleman and he wants Mikasa to know that they will always be each other's equal. He only asks her to take the lead when it comes to the physical intimacy in their shared life & they will only consummate their wedding when she is ready.

Reiner & Mikasa spent their wedding night just talking & reminiscing about their time as 104th cadets and positive memories of everyone they know until they fell asleep in each other's arms. Reiner wanted Mikasa to remember only the good memories with Eren and that night, Mikasa had a minor night terror but Reiner's embrace helped calm her down as he helped her back to sleep.

The next morning, Reiner & Mikasa spent their time helping the resident cooks in the main kitchen with breakfast. Reiner likes to sneak in quick kisses on Mikasa's forehead in between the kitchen chores & despite not being able to fully initiate physical affections towards Reiner, Mikasa have become more comfortable in accepting Reiner's physical affections without being subconsciously defensive.

They spent the next several days together by doing domestic chores around the settlement in particularly, they discovered that they both share the same enjoyment towards harvesting in the fields. Reiner loves seeing the peaceful expression on Mikasa's face underneath the sun when she's working hard at plotting soil for the vegetable roots. He never stops seeing her as the strongest, most beautiful woman in his life.

They both went on evening walks with Falco & Gabi and stargazing at night. Sometimes they would talk, sometimes they would just sit in silence while holding each other's hands. They also discussed on their near future plans in settling down in Hizuru, bringing Karina with them so they can still take care of her together.

Reiner carries her from the main walkway to their shared unit every single night, much to Armin & Annie's amusement and Mikasa's horror. But by the third night, Mikasa had become more relaxed and she leant on Reiner's sturdy shoulders, accepting his comfort naturally.

Reiner also loves giving Mikasa surprises - whether it's a wild flower, a ripe edible harvest or any interesting things that he found while he was out helping at the fields.

Reiner's honesty, diligence and romantic wooing won Mikasa's heart and the last evening before they left for Hizuru, they finally consummate their marriage. That night, he carried her all the way to bed and they never left until they woke up in the morning. Reiner spent the whole night just worshipping every inch of his wife's body and never took his eyes off hers when they made love for the first time.

Life in Hizuru

As soon as they docked in Hizuru, Reiner & Mikasa, respectively, went into an immediate intensive training to prepare them for the duties & expectations of the imperial throne. Mikasa, to prepare her as an Empress and Reiner, to prepare him as her prince consort, especially him being the first non-Hizurian blood to sit on the imperial throne.

Reiner also voluntarily enlisted with the Hizurian naval forces to learn the new ropes of being a sea military member, as oppossed to land. It wasn't long when the higher-ups took notice of his exceptional skills, natural leadership & battle experience, that he was made an Admiral in training within three months of his enlistment.

Reiner & Mikasa had to spend the first few months apart and that made the newlyweds miss each other even more.

During this temporary separation, Reiner and Mikasa had been writing love letters to each other, everyday without fail. Karina made sure that her daughter-in-law would never feel alone & she always helped Kiyomi in supporting the empress-to-be so it would not be a lonely, isolated period for Mikasa while she's being separated from Reiner.

Reiner & Mikasa were only reunited a week before their enthronement, which was held six months after they arrived in Hizuru. Everyone of their loved ones in Fort Salta's residence had been invited as the royal guests. Despite having challenging pregnancies as former female shifters, Annie and Pieck wouldn't miss the opportunity to support Mikasa & Reiner's historical day as they officially become the new age imperial monarch of the East Sea country. Pieck went into an early labor during the visit. Jean & Pieck's eldest son was born in Hizuru.

Enthronement & the royal Azumabito (Ackerman-Braun) family legacy

Mikasa's royal title is Her Imperial Highness Empress Mikasa of Azumabito.

Reiner's royal title is His Imperial Highness Reiner Braun Consort to Empress Mikasa.

The first night after Mikasa & Reiner's enthronement, they conceived the firstborn heir to the throne - His Imperial Highness Prince Ryuujin Marcel Ackerman-Braun of Azumabito. In the following years, they were also succeeded by twin princesses, Her Imperial Highness Princess Reina Mathilde Ackerman-Braun of Azumabito & Her Imperial Highness Princess Ryoko Minerva Ackerman-Braun of Azumabito and the second crown prince, His Imperial Highness Prince Ren Mathias Ackerman-Braun of Azumabito.

Mikasa will then make history as the first royal empress who had built the greatest legacy & the strongest, peaceful empire in the world. She is the global icon of world peace & female empowerment, with her husband's neverending love & support.

Reiner is known in history as not only as one of the World's heroes & Eldian consort to the Hizurian empress, but he is the first non-Hizurian naval leader who unites three major nations in the world - through his battlefield intelligence & military prowess.

Under Levi Ackerman's watchful tutelage, Reiner & Mikasa's four children (consecutively their descendants that followed after) have become existential symbol of humanity's unity through the four major bloodlines running through their veins : Hizurian, Ackerman, Marleyan & Eldian from their parents. Each child becoming successful scholars who would continue to fight for humanity in their respective chosen fields; Prince Ryuujin in military & global peace efforts, Princess Reina in women's studies, Princess Ryoko in medicine & Prince Ren in industrialism - all fortifying the legacies their parents have inspired them with growing up.

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I truly had fun in working on this. Just imagining such potential future for my two beloved characters never fails to leave an everlasting warmth in my heart. Even if 139 may not promise a future for Reiner & Mikasa, I'd hope this vision would offer a much-needed comfort for my fellow RK shippers ❤🫂 xoxo

[verecunda]

Fic writer tag game

Tagged by @nocompromise-noregrets. Thanks! :D

Sticking it under a cut, as it’s rather long.

How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently 102!

What’s your total AO3 word count?

300,745. Which isn’t bad, actually!

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Oof. I’ve written for so many random wee fandoms, this could get a bit long! But here goes. Excluding generic tags like “All Media Types” or “Author’s Name - Works”, and counting books and their screen adaptations as one fandom, we have:

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell - Susanna Clarke Horrible Histories (BBC) Dickensian (BBC) The Hobbit (movies) Frontier Wolf - Rosemary Sutcliff Night at the Museum Historical RPF Julius Caesar - Shakespeare The Lord of the Rings - J.R.R. Tolkien The Eagle of the Ninth/The Eagle - Rosemary Sutcliff Endeavour (ITV) ’Salem’s Lot - Stephen King Final Fantasy IX Great Expectations - Charles Dickens Arthurian Mythology Final Fantasy X The Chronicles of Prydain - Lloyd Alexander Treasure Island - Robert Louis Stevenson Original Fiction The Silmarillion - J.R.R. Tolkien The Haunting of Hill House - Shirley Jackson The Girl in Lovers Lane (1960) Brave (2012) The Uninvited (1944) Antony and Cleopatra - Shakespeare Eagles of the Empire series - Simon Scarrow Exile | Avernum The Pirates! In an Adventure With Scientists! (2012) Rome (HBO) The Fugitives - Rosemary Sutcliff Monty Python’s Flying Circus (BBC) King Arthur (2004) Ghosts (BBC)

That’s thirty-three altogether!  What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

My four old NATM fics: Amo, Amas, Amat, Slightly Scandalous, Reality Bites, Poetry Slam, as well as Kindred Spirits, my Thomas/Captain Ghosts fic.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes, all the time. I went through a patchy bit a few years ago, when my brain just wasn’t up to it, but I really appreciate any feedback I get, and I like to let people know that.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Probably Against Hope. I wrote that to fill in the details of Estella’s adoption by Miss Havisham in the Dickensian universe, so the ending was pretty bleak, with the understanding that it was only going to get worse.

Do you write crossovers? if so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

Nah. I’ve had the odd idea for a crossover, but never got round to actually writing any of them.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Only once, and it was such a bloody odd one. Someone left this tl;dr comment on a fic - uh - ~critiquing~ the actions of the POV character in canon, even though it had absolutely no bearing on anything that was actually in the fic. It was so detached from the fic, in fact, I kind of suspect it was part of some longer screed c+p’d from somewhere else. Weird.

Do you write smut? if so what kind?

Yeah, when the mood hits. What kind really depends on the pairing. I’m quite happy to write anything from sweet vanilla first time cuddle-sex, to filthy rough shameless hate-sex. 

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge, though I should probably check those mirror sites that pinch folks’ fics en masse. I keep losing the links, though.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! My NATM fics have been translated by a few people.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. I think if I ever tried, I would drive my poor co-author to distraction!

What’s your all time favorite ship?

What a question! It really does depend on what I’m hyperfixating on at that moment, but there are definitely some I find myself coming back to time and again: Squall/Seifer, Zidane/Garnet, Sam/Frodo, Brutus/Cassius, Marcus/Esca... those are the ones that spring immediately to mind. <3

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Oh... too many to even think about.

What are your writing strengths?

Gosh, that’s a hard one. I think I do characterisation pretty well. And on a good day, I think my description and scene-setting is strong.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Well, on a bad day, I think my description and scene-setting is florid and pedantic.

But above all, PLOTS. What the hell are they all about?!! (Hence why I write one-shots. XD)

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Like most things, I think moderation is key. A word or phrase used judiciously is fine, especially if it’s one that your readers will be familiar with from canon, or one whose meaning can be easily worked out from context. Translation notes at the end or mouseover text can also be good aids in these cases. But I wouldn’t go writing whole chunks of conversation in another language, even if it was a real language I knew well. When a writer does that, they’re not serving the story, they’re just showing off how clever they think they are. Above all, writing is about communication, and if you start put up barriers like that, you’re cutting off communication with the reader.

Actually, that reminds me, I was going to go back and add a translation note for some Elvish phrases in a recent fic.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Heh. I think if we’re going right the way back, my first fandom was technically historical RPF (Bonnie Prince Charlie/Flora MacDonald DON’T JUDGE ME). I think the first fandom I ever posted fic online for was actually Final Fantasy VII.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

As far as actual fanfiction goes, to this day I still think The Pirates! In an Adventure With Origin Stories is one of the most absolute fun things I’ve ever written. :D I’m also still very proud of my original fic from last year, The Revelation of Brother Eadwine (tropey monk porn and dirty marginalia, if that’s of any interest!).

I tag: @di-daydreamer, @themalhambird, @bryndeavour, @pudentilla, @chiropteracupola. 

[shylittlemoss]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Steven Universe (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steven Universe/Reader Characters: Steven Universe, Yellow Diamond (Steven Universe), Blue Diamond (Steven Universe), White Diamond (Steven Universe), Pearl (Steven Universe), Garnet (Steven Universe), Amethyst (Steven Universe) Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Steven Universe Future, Light Angst, Fluff and Angst Series: Part 2 of X Reader One-shots Summary:

After having a night in watching movies Steven and (Y/n) look back on their past on how they got together.

Im going to be uploading all my works currently published on ao3. 

I apologize if anything is incorrect as I don't really know how it works too well.

[awesometothe3rd]

[vanaera]

400 LUX (Prologue)

Synopsis | You’d like to think that Yoongi loves you in small details-a brush of his hand across yours, sweet smiles sent only to your way, and that look in his eyes you know he doesn’t give to anyone else but you. But it’s not enough to tell when he also pushes you away, cold and alone, far from you to touch him whenever you get too close. But tonight, under the midnight sky, in his beat-up car he sneaked you out far from your parents who detest him, far from your friends who disapprove him, and far from the society who abhors such a monstrosity of a man, you guess living and dying with him is all you could do for him to believe that you’re not like everybody else. You’re not leaving him. You’re going to stay. “We deconstruct the conventions, pick apart every bit of our rationality, and keep our head out of windows until we learn to lay and stay in each other's arms. We'll form a world of our own. Just the two of us–you and me.” Pairing | yoongi x reader (boxer!yoongi + bestfriend!you) Genre | Angst Wordcount | 2.7k Warnings | Implicit smut and mentions of violence (This IS a boxing!AU) A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOONGI!!! And for my honeyboy’s birthday, this honeygirl (me) decided to start a new oneshot featuring Min Yoongi in a boxing AU! (Also, this is under my Songs to Read Playlist as I listened to Lorde’s 400 Lux on repeat and OHOHOHO I tried a different style for this and after working on it for some time, I found it was one of the dearest works of mine that I hold close to my heart). This is just the prologue so prepare, hons, for the major fic drop I’m going to do in the future ;D

               I always knew not to expect anything from him.

               "Expectation is just a shit entitlement people forced unto others to keep everything controlled when they're not supposed to be that way," he always nonchalantly say whenever anything so minutely related to it is brought up. One doesn't need to doubt it when he's become an existent proof living off with that ideology.

               Min Yoongi runs on his own rules, crosses every boundary set by social conventions, and does not bother to look back at the trails he left, even if it will ruin everything he's built his life on.

               The only thing that matters are the consequences. Win or lose, black or white, live or die–it's all binary to him.

               His right hand shifts the gearshift forward, his left grasped a little too tight on the steering wheel. He glances at my way. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

               "Nothing," I said. The screeching of the worn tires on the hard, graveled pavement sounds distant and I prefer not to take a glimpse at the abused speedometer. His eyes are enough of warning signs to where we're headed anyway.

               He chuckles. "You afraid with the speed, babe?"

               "No," I quickly answered and I smiled. I knew we stand on the same lane. We'll never get the taste of life until we're face-to-face with death. We won't die tonight though; we're just gonna live a little.

               He grins and steps on the pedal harder, but his words will forever be contradictory. "I still gotta keep us both alive though. At least you–you still need to come home to your folks before they know I sneaked you out again, I just," he turns to look at me again, "I need to show you something."

               I smiled and let my hand rest on his and then, we pushed the stick shift further forward. Before long, laughter was already filling the empty tree streets. The streetlights above looked like bruised suns in awe of us.

               Expectations and obligations are mere concepts fictitious in Yoongi’s mind. Too free to be caged, too mercurial to be kept within the lines; he is hard to read between the lines, hard to grasp at the critical times, and hard to love...at times. Only a few times.

               Mistakes and regret fill his blood streams; morals are askew on the muddled blues and reds of his frayed veins. His name is lackluster of prestige and respect–his first name, his first creation and his last name, the last contribution his family could ever give to him. But when he stands in the 16 by 20 ring, with all the thousand luxes of unrelenting white headlights shining on all the crimson blood he spat, the violent blues of his blown-up eyes, and his beat-up garnet fists that only knew to swing, plow, and destroy–the name “Min Yoongi, King Cobra” is nothing but an aspiring legend. His name is too large for someone else to swallow that no one dares to speak of it with the contempt it deserves unless it’s in the ring. He is the epitome of the blasphemy everyone barely whispers, an abomination of a future lover, and a hideous joke of a man. No wonder he is the sin everyone told me not to commit.

               Yoongi may be a horrible blur of temptation, damnation and even a bit of some salvation, but he's also my bestfriend–the only one who can understand me and the only one who I learned to love. Far more than that probably because at this point, I’m willing to do anything for him.

               We’ve been through shits together, strived for dreams longer than we should together, and even plummeted to the deepest “worst” we can be together. We even learned together how eyes don’t only hold one destination at its focused end, how ears don’t only catch the blacks and whites, how skins felt much deeper than the warmth of the flesh, and how tongues don’t only hold names engraved on our palms and minds. They’re so much more and I realized all of them when we decided to dwell the blurred lines of the intimacy of our friendship. In the raven black of the night warmed by the soft glow of his room, I saw how his eyes only saw me instead of the glistening golden title in the middle of the ring. I felt how close and warm he was that I could feel all of him and all we could be under my touch when I’m used to him being cold and withdrawn. And I tasted how drunk, overwhelmed, invincible, and vulnerable I can be off his name and everything about him when they all stumbled past my swollen lips.

               He looks at me again and all thoughts halt in an ugly pause. “Why do you keep looking at me?”

               I smiled. Nobody expected him to be like this–to live like this, so how can I even expect him to have the same magnitude of the feelings I have? I bite my tongue. I can’t tell him I love him. No, not yet, when everything about us is not yet clear. I returned his gaze with an answer, “Nothing. Is it wrong to look at you?”

               “I’m not quite the sight to look at, sweetheart.” He shrugs off the sudden indifference on his lips with a chuckle that probably hurt his throat. It sounded hoarse; he’s been laughing quite a lot this night.

                Silence fills the gaps between us but before it can drag out to a suffocating one, Yoongi decided to break it.  “We’re just around the corner though,” he says and when I looked back out the window, the thicket of the stubby tree trunks have dwindled into narrow ones and green shrubs. We were far off from the streets we grew up in, a little bit in the middle between the tree streets and the foreign countryside for the old streetlamps in our neighborhood were no longer above our heads, watching us. Instead, dirt roads with unmarked soil stretched before us, trees mimicking the foliage of forests we dreamt of in fairy tales swayed past us, and the midnight haze that lined the skyline was not pitch dark as it should be.

               Yoongi was already pulling the park break when I saw what replaced everything from where we’re before. In front of us, lay the entirety of the city. I could see the navy sea where we drove to whenever we feel troubled, the crusty diner owned by Auntie Rose where we always come to kill time, the arcade we snuck to when life gets a little too hard on us, the apartment we used to live in, the foster home where he grew up, and even the high school we went to together-me drowning in books and wrinkled music sheets, and Yoongi with detentions and bandages smeared with dried blood.

               I glanced at Yoongi and he, too, was looking at the scene before us. But unlike me, he’s looking at the west side. I followed his gaze. On the west side lay the fastfood chain I had my first job despite my family’s objections, the grimy garage where he had his unlike everyone’s expectations. On the west side sat the disheveled studio I bought to do music, a tiny space in a building with cracking paint and walls, crammed between the rough constructions of the downtown, a tiny secret from my folks that I will never disclose. Just a street next to it is the gym where Yoongi trains, where he first learned the southpaw, where he first learned how to hit the sandbag right, where he first wore his own red gloves. And right in the center of the west side stood Front Street Club, the country club where Yoongi first felt happiness in what he earned, where he showed the town his famous “Cobra Hook,” and where he built his life as the King Cobra, wearing the last name of his mother on his trunks.

               In the center of it all, was the moon in its full glory, so enormous it encompassed both the east and the west sides. Ghost-white and pale, this sun’s respite was the only source of light in this starless night.

               “Isn’t it beautiful?” Yoongi’s voice draws me back to him.

               “Yes. I,” I bit my lip, “I’ve never seen something like this before.”

               “Yeah, me too,” he sighs, “I drove here impulsively one afternoon and thought of bringing you here because the view of the sunset was magnificent.” I felt him grabbing my hand, intertwining our fingers together. I looked at him and he chuckled before pulling me close next to him, the gearshift and the central compartment separating us but it doesn’t feel like it when my head is tucked under his jaw, body encased by his right arm that hugged my shoulders. “But you know me, and you know your folks. I can’t take you to beautiful sunsets and can only provide you midnight rides.”

               “It’s okay-actually more than okay,” I said. “The moon is beautiful and the whole city below us looked like a night haven. This is really, more than enough.”

               “Yeah, but,” his voice falters and I look up at him. He gives me a tight-lipped smile. “I know you like sunsets and I–I can’t even drive you here to see one.”

               “It’s okay. We can just pretend we’re watching a sunset tonight though.”

               “How will we do that?”

               “Well,” I sink deeper in his embrace, “we can pretend that the city now bathes in yellow and orange and red hues. We would be able to see the beach glittering like pink dust and probably some children playing or dancing by the shore. The diner would probably shine in its iconic red and white plaster with the usual patrons coming in their Harley’s and there’ll be kids like us who’ll sweep by the doors and make the adults watch them make the diner a playground than a pit of white-lines business.” He chuckles at the distant memory we have and I continued on. “Then the building where my studio is will look so pretty with all the sun’s rays hitting the cracks and the peeling paint of its walls, highlighting the mini graffiti we did on the front. Your gym though would look so cool because its brick red paint would look much intense and vibrant, and I know how that saturated view will make you giddy because it will give off Rocky’s Philadelphia vibes.

               Yoongi nods and giggles. I followed suit. “What about the sun, then?” he asks.

               “It would be golden. Vibrance and brightness toned down yet shining at the same time that it almost glitters. It will bury its way down right in the middle after it burned enough for the moon to have traces of her shine.  Even if it’s just an inch of her left for us to see, we still feel illuminated by the 400 lux luminosity that surrounded us.”

               “Wait, how do you know its luminosity amounts to 400 lux?”

               I laughed beside him. “I didn’t know you’re interested in that.” He shrugged with his nose scrunched and I laughed again. “We had physics yesterday. Our professor taught us so.”

               “Then..what’s the luminosity of the moon–like–right now?”

               “Well, I guess it’s around 0.3. It actually ranges from 0.05 to 0.3 but since it’s big like this, it’s a full 0.3.”

               “That small? I mean,” he looks at the scenery before us again, “Look at it! It’s gigantic! How can it be just 0.3?”

               “That’s what I just learned and researched, Yoongz. But you know,” I drew his attention back to me, “Not everything’s congruent. Huge things can have a brightness like this–calm, cool, unsaturated, and passive. And small things can be so bright it nearly blinds the eyes.”

               “What do you mean?”

               “The spotlights that shine on you in the ring, they’re more than a thousand luxes. And they’re shining on you. I could never agree more; you’re worth that thousands, King Cobra.”

                He doesn’t laugh and just gives me the same smile I always see in him in front of everybody–the one I find hard to decipher, the one I’m not used to. “Well I’ll say, you’re shining to about 400 lux.”

               I sat up, chuckling. “So you see me as a sunset? I mean I love sunsets but you do know sunsets mean farewells, wait,” I giggled, “are you implying that I’m going to leave you?”

               Tongues have an awful irony. They lighten your chest from uttering words you’ve long kept bottled up. But, they also make you taste every inch of remorse from saying them.

               It was supposed to be a joke but by the look in his eyes, it wasn’t what I intended for him to feel.

               “Well, will you?”

               I looked at him and for once, I can’t read him at all. His eyes looked distant yet so intimately close, his hand loose on my shoulders, ready to pull or push me away, and his warmth under my fingers felt fervid and algid at the same time. But I never broke our gaze for hesitation has never been my option whenever it comes to him. “Of course no.”

               He just smiled at me. No answers were returned, just silence.

               I leaned my head back on his shoulder and watched the city below us. When we first met, he told me that my eyes were not made to see miseries and I fought for years to prove him wrong. I can see sorrow, I can see remorse, and most importantly, I see him. But I know he’s more than the agony that pulls all his nerves taut against the wars in his mind. He’s more than the people who left him, doubted him, and made him broken beyond repair. And I’m not going to be among them.

               I molded myself closer to him and this time, grasped his fingers to interlock with mine, no plans of letting go anytime soon. He looks at me again and raises our intertwined fingers to press a gentle kiss on the back of my hand. I sighed and let my lips return one against the juncture of his jaw. I’ll prove it to him–that I’m not like the other ones. My mother always told me that I’m never like those sunny girls that live the usual life. I’m detached, peculiar, a girl with her head spent too much on the clouds.  Then so be it. I’ll be peculiar with Yoongi and we’ll make our own world together. And I would do whatever it takes until he sees how I can make the moon shine like the sun for him.

               It may not be pretty, but it’s ours.

 A/N pt.2: Happy birthday to the greatest love of my life Min Yoongi!!! You’ve inspired me to have the dream of becoming a writer who can wield words that can wreck lives, for better or worse–to write a tornado for me and my readers that I and they can find solace in, all for the sake of art. I can’t say how much love I have for you enough, because I’ve never felt someone so distant from me can have the same effect to me as my family and close friends before knowing you back in 2013. Keep inspiring people and making art. I hope you can also find more things to be happy about in life because I’m sincerely grateful for you becoming one of mine. Happy birthday, Min Yoongi ♡ ♡ ♡

For my followers who continues supporting and appreciating my work, thank you so much! I will fulfill your requests on my next posts, though my schedule won’t be that fast-paced as your honeygirl will have tons of exams and term papers, but rest assured I’m working on them already! Thank you so much, I love you all, hons!

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tagged by the forever beautiful @aprilskyforever to list 5 ships from 5 fandoms and tag 10 people - and where Henny felt like five would be a lot (we all live different lives fam), I won’t have that problem, at all

my first thought was to just pick five at random but then I thought let’s fuck it up and pick five that are actually canon

pynch: Adam (Parrish) x Ronan (Lynch) from The Raven Cycle, this is first because I’m currently rereading the series and just honestly, I screamed when they turned canon, I’m still in a mix of “of course they would” and “I can’t believe that actually happened”

evak: Even x Isak from Skam, the main reason I started watching the series, I’m so so so happy how the season ended (glaring at u Shameless US)

malec: Magnus x Alec from Shadowhunters, not only the reason I started watching but the reason I’m watching at all (although the series has grown on me this season)

linnessa: Linnéa x Vanessa from Engelforstrilogin (the Engelfors trilogy), bless the lesbians when they make an appearance - plus these two are probably my fave characters in the trilogy

garnet: Ruby x Sapphire from Steven Universe, I mean I don’t ship them like I ship other characters, but they are just such a #goal and Garnet is the best thing that has ever happened probably so I can’t not have her on the list

TAGGING TIME: @friendlyneighbourhoodlucifer (yes I know Henny tagged you fight me) @thisveryweirduniverse @partially-deceased-and-moregeous @stolligaseptember @crappylineofbestfit @ugh-jolras @groan-taire @mike-fucking-wazowski @bambicle @not-in-my-lane

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Here's some gender neutral names I know in alphabetical order because why not

A

Alex 

Ariel

Aubrey

Avery 

Afton 

Aki 

Al 

Alby 

Amor 

Angel 

Arin 

Ash

Azriel 

B

Bailey 

Bee

Billy 

Blair 

Bo 

Blue 

Bobbie 

Brook

Bryn 

C

Cai

Cam 

Carey 

Chai 

Charlie 

Chris 

Ciel

Claude 

Courtney 

Cyan 

Cyprus 

Cameron 

D

Dakota

Daryl 

Dayton 

December 

Dell 

Delaney 

Demi 

Denny 

Des 

Desta 

Disco 

Disney 

Doc 

Duff 

Dustin 

Dylan 

Dyre 

Dzaghig 

E

Ed

Echo 

Edge 

Eike 

Ejiro 

Eli 

Elliot 

Elon  

Emerson 

Emlyn  

Enu 

Essa 

Evan 

Evans

F

Falcon 

Fallon 

Fay 

February

Felice 

Fenix 

G

Gael 

Garnet 

Garner 

Garza 

H

Hayden 

Haley

Hao 

Happy 

Harper 

Haru 

Hed 

Haven 

I

Ibis 

Iden 

Ihab 

Ilo

Ime

J

Jace 

Jaci 

Jacey 

Jackie 

Jessie 

Jaden

Jae 

Jaffe

Jamie 

James 

Jam

Jamaica 

Jordan

K

Kai 

Kacey

Kalin 

Kameron 

Kamon 

Kaipo 

Kamber 

Karsen 

Karmel 

Karni 

L

Lee

Lake 

Lane

Lark 

Larue 

Laverne 

Lashawn 

Lave

M 

Magic 

Mal 

Makoto 

Marin

Mar 

Marley 

Marquette 

Max 

N

Nat 

Nicky 

Natividad

Nikola

Noe 

Nike 

O

Ocean 

Oakley 

Ollie 

Onyx 

Ora 

Ori 

Ordell 

P

Page

Paris

Palmer

Parker

Pat

Parsha

Q

Quinn

Quincy

Qiao 

R

Rain 

River 

Ry

Rahat

S

Sam 

Sage

Salem 

Saman

Samar 

Sami

T

Tegan 

Tai 

Tal 

Talyn 

Tandy 

Tam 

U

Umi 

Uri 

Utah  

Udo

V

Val 

Valentine 

Valley   

Valo 

Valor  

W

Wade 

Wallace 

Walker 

X

Xandy 

Xue 

Xun

Y

Yae 

Yafumi 

Yafe

Yachin 

Yachiro 

Yachiyo 

Yaei

Z

Zayn

Zara 

Zan

Zeal

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