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I've been waiting to post this for ages, so here it is (even if it's technically no longer Pride Month as intended, shut up, I'm not waiting another year)!

An unexhaustive list of moments across every incarnation in which the Doctor is very straight, very cis, very allo, and very gender-conforming. /s

Or in other words:

[ID: The astronaut "always has been" meme - One astronaut looks at caps of the Fourteenth Doctor talking about finding Newton hot and Fifteen kissing Rogue, saying "Wait...the Doctor's queer now?". A second astronaut behind points a pistol at the first, replying "Always has been."]

In all seriousness, I tried my best to capture as much as I could. It was a more a matter of running up against the limits of what I can squeeze into a Tumblr post than anything else. Even as it is, a lot of the clips are more compressed than I'd like, and Tumblr's downscaled GIF versions are messing up some of my transparent borders.

A lot of stuff is more subtextual and gradual (particularly in stuff like the EDAs), but I tried my best to represent these with particular moments where possible, without clogging the entire thing up with subtle writing and acting choices. There's also a lot more I could have added in regard to cross-gender regenerations, of course, but I avoided too many of these since they don't necessarily imply genderqueerness on an individual incarnation / actor basis. It would also mean giffing every second Thirteen, Fugitive etc. are on-screen.

Obviously, some of these are much more stretches than others (jokes, friendly kisses etc.), before anyone feels like they need to dispute them, but fall nicely into the pattern with everything else, so were included too.

Finally, if you've got something obvious I missed, feel free to add below!

A very long GIF ID and list of sources under the read more:

[ID: A series of gifs showing moments in which the Doctor potentially comes off as queer, trans, asexual, or gender non-conforming, or at least is part of a subtext that can be read as such, distributed in an extended rainbow pattern roughly based on the Progress pride flag. In order, row by row:

1. New Who - The Vanquishers - Thirteen remarks to Dan and Yaz about her duplicate: "I've got such a crush on her."

2. BF - The Sword of the Chevalier transcript:

ROSE: But is he-... she- DOCTOR: She is what ever she says she is. Who cares about gender anyway? It's an archaic concept. Right now, she's a woman.

3. New Who - The Vanquishers - A trapped Thirteen says to her duplicate, "Hi! Wow... you're cute!" The other Thirteen replies, "Thanks. So are you!"

4. BF - Seasons of Fear transcript:

CHARLEY: Another wonderful opportunity to wear a nice dress. DOCTOR: Wouldn't that be a bit conspicuous? CHARLEY: An opportunity for me.

5. BF - Seasons of Fear transcript:

DOCTOR: Are you confusing me with someone else? I'm not the one who says ‘you must obey me’. I don't meddle. And I'm not a glamorous woman at the moment.

6. New Who - The Sound of Drums - Ten on the phone with the Master begs, "Don't you see, all we've got is each other." The Master snarks back, "Are you asking me on a date?!"

7. EDA - The Scarlet Empress:

'You've got the Doctor all wrong. He's not a sexist pig like Gila.' 'He can't help what he is. His gender is alien, but intransigent. The cosmos is guided by male and female impulses - quite separate…' "That's crap!' Sam shouted."The Doctor isn't your average man, at all. I don't think he even has a gender. How can you - whoever you are - pontificate on what he's like? He's private. He's untouchable.'

8. New Who - The Fires of Pompeii - Ten sneaks into the Temple of Sybil. Seer Spurrina says, "No man is allowed to enter the Temple of Sibyl." Ten shrugs and says, "Well, that's all right. Just us girls."

9. EDA - To the Slaughter:

'Yes, me!' The Doctor took Fitz's hand, kissed it delicately, then shoved him aside. 'Now, out of my way!'

10. New Who - Wishworld - Rogue on a TV screen, speaking from a hellish dimension, says "I miss you. Well... more than that. I love y-" before being interrupted by the signal breaking.

11. NSA - Engines of War:

Urgh,’ said Cinder, letting go of the Doctor’s hand and getting to her feet. ‘My leggings are soaked through.’ She helped the Doctor up. ‘Don’t worry,’ he said. ‘I’m sure there’ll be something similar in one of the TARDIS’s wardrobes.’ She raised an eyebrow. ‘Fond of women’s clothes, are we?’ ‘Yes,’ he said, indicating his muddy trousers. ‘Clearly, I have a penchant.’

12. New Who - Meanwhile in the TARDIS 2 - Amy, fresh off trying to seduce him, points at Eleven and says "You are a bloke." He replies, "I'm the Doctor."

13. New Who - Wishworld - John Smith sits and talks about Rogue to Belinda. "There was a man on the TV... and I really liked him."

14. EDA - The Turing Test:

He glanced up. ‘I don’t recommend it, by the way.’ ‘You’ve tried?’ I asked dryly. ‘We – I –’ He shrugged. ‘It’s not something that interests me.’ ‘Sex?’ ‘Yes. It’s a missing piece in my life.’

15. New Who - The Power of Three - Rory kisses the Doctor thank you on the cheek as Amy looks on. Eleven reacts bashfully.

16. EDA - The Year of Intelligent Tigers:

‘Is this it?’ The Doctor let go of Karl. His gaze swept around the cool river, the sweet meadow, the silent trees. In the east the ringed moon was rising, silvering the deep blue of the sky. His eyes came back to the composer. ‘Is this home?’ Karl hoped so. But he didn’t say anything

17. New Who - The Church on Ruby Road - Fifteen and Ruby are tied up on the Goblin ship. He says, "Oh, but it's Lulubelle's birthday." He then says as an aside, "That's such a brilliant name! I wish I was called Lulubelle."

18. New Who - Time Crash - Five replies to Ten, "Oh no, really? Does he [the Master] still have that rubbish beard?" Ten: "No, no beard this time. Well... a wife."

19. EDA - Legacy of the Daleks:

‘I know better than to trust the word of any man ever again,’ ‘Don’t, trust the word of a Time Lord.’

20. New Who - The Church on Ruby Road - Fifteen gets his hands free. Ruby asks "Wait, how did you do that?". He replies, "I spent a long hot summer with Harry Houdini." to her pleasant surprise.

21. New Who - Spyfall Part Two - Thirteen announces herself to a crowd as "The Marvellous Apparating Man", before correcting herself, "(Lady) Apparating Lady! (Every time...)".

22. New Who - Rogue - Rogue asks Fifteen, "I think you and I should go outside." then walks off. Fifteen mutters "Fast mover..."

23. New Who - The Impossible Astronaut - Eleven calls out "Jefferson isn't a girl's name, it's not her name either." He turns to River, "Jefferson, Adams, Hamilton - River?" She replies, "Surnames of three of America's founding fathers." He then says, "Lovely fellas. Two of them fancied me."

24. EDA - The Turing Test:

I learned that Turing was in love with the Doctor, an excited, hopeless, sexual yet nonsexual, adoring, stupid, profound love that had turned his whole life upside down. ‘Do you think he feels anything for me?’ asked Turing.

25. New Who - The Shakespeare Code - Ten tells Martha and Shakespeare, "Come on, we can all have a good flirt later!" The latter replies, "Is that a promise, Doctor?"

26. New Who - The Interstellar Song Contest - Fifteen mentions, with regards to Graham Norton, "I met him at Brighton Pride. What a weekend!"

27. New Who - Human Nature - As Tim Latimer listens to the Doctor's fobwatch, he hears voices of different genders in the Doctor's essense.

28. New Who - Rogue - Rogue proposes to the Doctor, holding up a ring which Fifteen gently takes.

29. New Who - The Reality War - Kate, still under the wish's control, remarks "Mr Smith, what on Earth do you think you're wearing." He walks up to her in his skirt/kilt, responding, "The future!"

30. New Who - Utopia - Yana sat down, bends over Ten crouched in front of him and says, "Still, no rest for the wicked." As he stands, Ten smirks.

31. New Who - Wishworld - Under the wish, Ibrahim says to Fifteen, as John Smith, "She's way out of my league.", referring to Kate. Fifteen brushes his concerns off, saying, "Oh, she's not, you're a beautiful man!"

32. New Who - Wishworld - Continuing from 31, Ibrahim corners Fifteen, "You're a man. How can you find another man beautiful?"

33. BF - Afterlife:

DOCTOR: Tell this to your gods. When they punish you. When they stretch you on the neutron rack. I’m still here. LILY: But you…? You’re one.. little… man. DOCTOR:I am not a man. Not a human being. I am a complex space-time event. I am Lord President of Gallifrey. The Traveller from Beyond Time. I am the Sandman. The Oncoming Storm. I am the Ka Faraq Gatri. Destroyer of Worlds. And sometimes. Only sometimes, I am your worst nightmare. I am the Doctor. And I take care of my friends.

34. New Who - The Magician's Apprentice - Missy tells Clara that she's cared for the Doctor, "Since the Cloister Wars. Since the night he stole the moon and the president's wife. Since he was a little girl. One of those was a lie, can you guess which one?"

35. Classic Who - Kinda - Panna says infront of Five, "No male can open the Box of Jhana without being driven out of his mind. It is well known. Unless. Is he an idiot?"

36. Titan - A Little Help from My Friends - Ryan says with regards to meeting Ten, "Still hard to believe that was you." Thirteen replies, "Biological sex is flexible among my people, and gender is merely a social construct." She smirks, "Quite simple, really."

37. Classic Who - Terror of the Autons - The Brigadier asks Three, with regards to the Master, "Think he'll turn up again, Doctor?" Three replies, "Hm, bound to." Jo notices, "You don't seem very worried about it." only for him to respond, smiling and raising his eyebrows, "I'm not. As a matter of fact, I'm rather looking forward to it."

38. Novelisation - Rose:

She’d listened to Clive’s stories. She’d read his files. She knew that every age had some sort of Doctor, whether young or old, male or female, in-between or neither, black or white or anything.

39. New Who - Let's Kill Hitler - Eleven tells Amy, Rory, and Mels, "I danced with everyone at the wedding. The women were all brilliant. The men were a bit shy."

40. Classic Who - The Time Monster - Jo listens to a telepathic message being broadcast by Three, under which can be heard whispers from voices of different genders, coming from the Doctor's subconscious.

41. New Who - The Eaters of Light - Twelve tells Bill, "I've lived in Roman Britain: governed, farmed, juggled. Speaking as a former vestal virgin, second-class, I can assure you-"

42. Torchwood - Fragments - Alice Guppy, interrogating Jack, quotes words overheard from him: "You wait until I see the Doctor. First I'm going to kiss him. Then I'm going to kill him."

43. New Who - Dot and Bubble - Ruby and Fifteen respectively reply to Lindy regarding running into Ricky September, "Oh, nice one!" and "He's hot." Then then snap at each other simultaneously, "Hands off!".

44. New Who - The Hungry Earth (deleted scene) - Eleven chats to Amy about Rory, "I like him." He then chuckles bashfully and adds, "A lot."

45. Classic Who - The Daemons - Three, tied up and about to be burnt alive is told, "If he's such a great magician, let's see him untie himself." Three responds, "You choose to mock the great Qui Quae Quod." Each of these words used in his 'wizard' name, is latin for "who", first masculine, then feminine, then gender-neutral.

46. New Who - Dot and Bubble - Continuing from 43, Fifteen compliments Ricky, "Clever as well..." Ricky shrugs, "Eh..." Ruby looks at Fifteen and says, "Okay, Heartstopper."

47. PDA - The Murder Game:

What are you playing at, dressed like that?' Ben wanted to know, to the Doctor's visible dismay. 'Don't you like it? I'm just helping out Mr Hornby with a slight gender imbalance. I got the wig from the TARDIS, but I think it works rather well with the outfit, don't you?' He brushed a stray hair from his face and grinned disarmingly. 'I had to improvise with the bustle though, using coat hangers.' He patted his wire-frame chest and looked comically startled as it dropped to his stomach. Polly laughed and assured him that he made a most convincing woman, as he struggled to adjust himself.

48. BF - The Wormery:

DOCTOR: Love. Huh. Wrote a treatise on the chromosomal origins of love once when | was a small boy. Proved categorically which gene began it, which enzymes carried it, which electrochemical receptors translated it. Took all the fun out of it. Got a rubbish grade too. My tutor told me I’d missed the point. It’s held no mystique for me since, so don’t talk to me about love.

49. Classic Who - The Daemons - Winstanley asks Three, "Are you one of these television chaps then?" Three replies "I am no sort of chap, sir." "Forgive me, but I thought. Well, the costume and the wig, you know?" Three, outraged, responds, "Wig?!"

50. New Who - Rogue - Fifteen flirtilly dances to "Can't Get You Out of My Head", mouthing the words at Rogue.

51. EDA - Interference: Book One:

‘Can I ask you something personal?’ he said. I.M. Foreman nodded. ‘I warn you, though. If it’s anything to do with how I got this body, the details are going to be messy. You’ve never been a woman, have you?’ ‘I’m not sure I’ve ever even been a man. That’s not what I was going to ask.

52. New Who - Rogue - Fifteen and Rogue kiss passionately.

53. BF - Archipelago:

DOCTOR: There was a lovely woman in Yorkshire, gave me chipsticks. And you should have seen the way that Lady MacBeth made eyes at me. But this me doesn't. Couldn't.

54. EDA - Dominion:

The Doctor stood up, a look of amazement on his face, and then to Fitz’s considerable surprise he bounded over, grabbed his head and planted a kiss squarely on his lips. ‘Oh, Fitz! Fitz, Fitz, Fitz! I’m so glad you’re alive!

55. New Who - The Eleventh Hour - Eleven asks Amy, "Your friend, what was his name? Not him [Rory], the good looking one?" Rory mutters, "Thanks", as Amy replies "Jeff." Rory responds "Oh... thanks!"

56, 57, 60, 61. New Who - Legend of the Sea Devils - Thrteen opens up to Yaz. "Dates are not something I really do, y'know. I mean I used to, have done, and if I was going to, believe me, it'd be with you. I think you're one of the greatest people I've ever known. Including my wife!" Yaz, surprised, responds, "Your what?" Thirteen continues, "Ah, wasn't going to mention that. I was a long time ago - I was a different man back then. But the point is, if it was going to be anyone... it'd be you."

58. EDA - Timeless:

‘They’re not Old Bill, Tommo,’ Jack said, sneering at her. ‘A potty-mouthed yank and a poof in a waistcoat.’ ‘Do you want to be on a charge of discrimination too?’ said the Doctor calmly, producing a notebook and pencil.

59. New Who - The Robot Revolution - Fifteen holds an x-ray blanket infront of himself, which registers his sex as "Unknown".

62. New Who - The Time of the Doctor - Clara tells Eleven on the phone, "I may have... accidentally invented a boyfriend." He replies, "Yeah, I did that once and there's no easy way to get rid of an android."

63. New Who - Dinosaurs on a Spaceship - Eleven runs up to Rory, shouting, "Good thinking, Rory!" before planting a big kiss on his lips.

64. New Who - Day of the Moon - As Amy and Rory wake up in their body bags, Eleven runs over to Rory and kisses him on the head, checking if he's ok.

65. New Who - The Star Beast - Fourteen holds up his psychic paper to Shaun, citing a title as "Grandmaster of the Knowledge". Shaun points out, "That says 'Grandmistress'..." Fourteen looks at it, then groans at it, "Oh, catch up!"

66. New Who - Legend of the Sea Devils - Yaz and Thirteen stand in the TARDIS doorway at the bottom of the sea. Thirteen says "Not a bad date, am I?" When she realises she struck a nerve, she turns away. Yaz turns to her and says, "No."

67. EDA - Beltempest:

Because I'm a man and you're a woman?' 'Yes, actually.' The Doctor raised his eyebrows. 'But I'm not a man.' Sam opened her mouth to speak, then shut it again. He continued, 'I'm not even human. Not even close. Not unless you count the ears.' He wiggled them to make his point.

68. New Who - The Reality War - Thirteen, upon hearing Fifteen tell her "I love you" says "I should say that to Yaz!" Fifteen replies, "You never do. But she knows."

69. New Who - Lucky Day - Conrad asks Ruby about the Doctor, "Was he your boyfriend?" She chuckles, "No. God, no! If he was here, he'd be flirting with you."

70. New Who - Daleks in Manhatten - Martha tells Ten, "I'm so glad to see you." He replies, "Yeah, well, you can kiss me later." He then adds to Frank behind him, "You too, Frank, if you want."

71. New Who - The Power of the Doctor - Yaz and Thirteen, shortly before her regeneration, lick their ice creams as they watch the Earth from orbit ontop of the TARDIS.

72. Short Trip - The Feast of Seven… Eight (and Nine):

The Eighth had brought some mistletoe, And aimed for Seven, to Seven's woe: Ah! No! Rrurevolting! Ace! D'you mind? Try Six, he's more that way inclined.' ... I knew Puccini once,' sighed Eight, `He had the softest lips.' That's great, But stay away from me, you sissy,' Four looked cautious, Eight looked kissy. Three o'clock, the Queen appeared, The Third, all patriotic, cheered, But Eight, lips puckered, mistletoe handy, Went for the clown and got the dandy.

73. The Curse of Fatal Death - The newly regenerated COFD!Thirteen says to Emma, "Your mother's going to get a bit of a surprise at the wedding isn't she? Do you think we'll both wear white?"

74, 75. New Who - Closing Time - Distracting Craig, Eleven pulls him close and says, "...because I love you." "You love me?" Craig replies. "Yes, Craig. It's you. It's always been you." "Me?"

Eleven then puts his arms around him, leading Craig to ask, "Doctor, are you going to kiss me?" He replies, "Yes, Craig. Yes I am. Would you like that? Bit out of practice, but I've had some wonderful feedback."

76. New Who - The Parting of the Ways - Jack plants a goodbye kiss on Nine's lips.

77, 78. New Who - Eve of the Daleks - Dan confronts Thirteen about Yaz. "No, I mean, she 'likes' you." "I don't understand what you're saying, Dan." He then responds, "I think you do. But for some reason, you pretend to me and to her that you don't."

79. New Who - The Unquiet Dead (deleted scene):

SNEED: "I thought you'd be a woman" DOCTOR: "No, not yet"

80. New Who - Time Heist - As Psi goes to leave the TARDIS, Twelve makes a 'call me' sign at him.

81. BF - Swipe Right:

RIVER: Doctor, for someone so smart, you can be so stupid. 'Someone with no romantic feelings?' It's you! Much as it pains me to say it. Apparently, it's you. DOCTOR: It's me! Ha! Of course, it's me!

82. EDA - Eater of Wasps:

‘Have you remembered what you were doing in 1933 yet?’ asked Fitz. ‘I mean, the last time you were here?’ ‘Oh, yes,’ said the Doctor. ‘But I was a long way from here – I spent some time sailing the South Seas roundabout now.’ Fitz gaped. ‘A sailor? I don’t believe it. Go on, give us a jig!’ The Doctor laughed. ‘Not likely – but I’ll show you my tattoo if you’re lucky.’

83. New Who - Eve of the Daleks - Thirteen gazes lovingly at Yaz, as they watch the warehouse's fireworks explode.

84. VNA - Human Nature:

'We let it be known that he was in a position to give a Time Lord whatever form or mind they wanted. That's a particular dream of Gallifreyans, as I knew from wandering through that young Interventionist's mind.

They regenerate and find themselves to be much the same, and every now and then they dream how wonderful it would be to be able to fly or be of the opposite sex or have a child. That last is a very common dream, for children on Gallifrey are very rare.'

85. EDA - Parallel 59:

[The Doctor] whistled as he walked, Fitz’s plaintive little melody still in his head. Thinking of loved ones, coming home.

86. BF - The Vanity Box:

DOCTOR: Nesta, will you help me? I’ve got to get into that salon, under cover, and get a closer look. MEL: Doctor, | could go in instead of you. DOCTOR: | don’t think anyone would believe you need a make-over, Mel. And besides, | think it’s going to be chillingly dangerous. NESTA: Actually, | can manage a bourbon if | dunk it in me tea. I’ll freshen the pot. Now, tell me how | can help you, Doctor. I’m not happy about this poodle parlour on our doorstep. DOCTOR: | want you to drag me up.

87. Classic Who - The Chase - One tells Ian, "My dear boy, I could kiss you!" Barbara replies, "Don't waste it on him. Kiss me instead!" He responds, "Oh, I'd be delighted."

89. Classic Who - The Highlanders - Two, dressed up as a washerwoman, tells Perkins at gunpoint, "I tell you what we're going to do. We ladies are going to leave first, but you are going to sit here, quietly, comfortably, for another ten minutes."

90. Scream of the Shalka - The TARDIS's answering machine goes off. The Shalka Doctor says, breathlessly and giggling, "You've reached the good ship TARDIS. We're rather busy at the moment. Leave a message after the beep and we'll try and get back to you before your call." He then laughs "Stop that!" before the beep. The Shalka Master then notes, "We really should change that message."

91. EDA - Earthworld:

He helped Anji to take her blazer off – somehow it didn’t matter that the Doctor was seeing her like that, he seemed to count in her head as another girl – and gave her his velvet coat to replace it

92. Classic Who - The Highlanders - Two tells Grey, with regards to Jamie, "Did you mark the young Highlander who was with me? The piper?" "Piper?" "With the soft hands and face?"

93. Classic Who - The Enemy of the World - Two comments on Salamander, "He seems to be a public benefactor. Quite a speaker too, and remarkably handsome, didn't you think so Jamie?" He turns to Jamie, who nudges him smiling in response.

94. BF - The Eye of the Storm:

DOCTOR: I never kiss strange people. No matter how beautiful, how fascinating, how intriguing they might be. And you might very well be any of those things.

95. New Who - The End of Time: Part Two - Ten, tied up, gazes at the Master and says, "I wonder what I'd be... without you." The Master tears up listening to this.

96. Classic Who - The City of Death - Four tells Countess Scarlioni, "Oh, well... you're a beautiful woman, probably..."

97. EDA - The Turing Test:

I will say now, however, that I do not think Greene was right: the Doctor is not an angel, though he may not be a man, exactly, either. I desired him as a man, loved him as one, but my love did not blind me, nor make me religious!

98, 99. New Who - World Enough and Time - Twelve tells Bill of Missy, "She was my man crush!" "Wh- I'm sorry?" "Yeah... I think she was a man back then. I'm fairly sure I was too, it was a long time ago though."

When Bill asks about Time Lord gender, Twelve replies: "We're the most civilised civilisation in the universe! We're billions of years beyond your petty human obsession with gender and its associated stereotypes."

100. New Who - First Night - River sees the dress hanging in the TARDIS for her, "The Dress is a little daring!" Eleven, in a white tuxedo, replies, "Yep, so I went for this instead."

101. New Who - Arachnids in the UK - Yaz's mum Najia asks Thirteen and Yaz, "Are you two seeing each other?" Yaz gives a confused look as Thirteen responds, "I don't think so... are we?"

102. New Who - Once Upon Time - Sonya tells Yaz she wants to get good at games so "[her crush's] gonna look me and think 'who's the sexy girl with the nimble fingers?'" Yaz retorts, "No human being is ever gonna look at you and think those words." As if on cue, Thirteen suddenly glitches into the scene in Sonya's place.

103. New Who - Rogue - Fifteen and Rogue dance together in the ballroom, in front of all the guests.

104. New Who - The Story and the Engine - Fifteen tells the Barber, "Anansi purposefully lost a bet to make me marry one of his daughters. I know the gods. You are not them." Meanwhile, Abena looks on.

105. New Who - The Story and the Engine - Jo Martin's Doctor tells Abena, "I was a fugitve back then. Anansi was wrong to offer that bet. And frankly, darling, I was busy in a different story."

106. Classic Who - The Green Death - Yates appraches Three, who is disguised as a cleaning woman and says, "...I like your handbag." Three, still in character, replies, "Do you? Well watch out I don't slosh you wish it." He pushes his bucket at Yates jokingly, then drops his voice, "Now where can we talk?"

107. NSA - Revenge of the Judoon:

"Lords, ladies and Doctors this way, please."

108. EDA - The Book of the Still:

'You go if you want. I must help him.' 'Fitz!' 'I've been engineered to love you, Carmodi. With the Doctor - it's the real thing.'

109. EDA - The Blue Angel:

Fitz swallowed hard. He was the one who was raving mad. He was in the midst of the most ridiculous danger, horse-riding down a mountainside, probably about to die and, in the final few minutes of his life, what was passing through his mind? Not the greatest, most fulfilling moments in this life - but a consideration of his chances of getting laid by Iris . . . and even of getting laid by the Doctor. What was it about Time Lords?

110. BF - 1963: The Assassination Games:

GILMORE: Uh, “man” is something of a misnomer. I think he’s best described as… an outsider.

111. New Who - The Star Beast - Donna and Fourteen, conclude, "Because the Doctor's male and female." Elsewhere, but connected through the metacrisis, Rose Noble finishes, "and neither, and more!"

112. New Who - Dinosaurs on a Spaceship - Eleven tells Solomon about the Schubert music he's playing, "Say hello to hands three and four! Schubert kept tickling me to try and put me off." He then smiles, "'Franz the Hands'. Oh, that takes me back."

113. New Who - Death in Heaven - Clara tells Twelve, "Go be a king or something." "Yeah... might do that." She then adds, "Or queen, y'know, whatever..." "Yeah, queen, that would be good too."

114. New Who - Rogue - Fifteen quietly puts on the ring Rogue proposed to him with.

115. IDW - Bodysnatched! - Eleven, swapped into Amy's body tells Rory while applying a bow tie, "I suppose it is more difficult for you - Time Lords don't really worry that much about what sex they are. Romana was a Time Lady and she was easily equal to me. Sometimes anyway, when she didn't use the dog. I'm a woman now. Women are cool."

116. New Who - Closing Time - Elven chats with a saleswoman, Val, who says, "I think you look ever so sweet: you and your partner [Craig] and the baby." He responds, "'Partner', yes I like it. Is it better than 'companion'?" She answers, "'Companion'... sounds old fashioned. There's no need to be coy these days."

117. New Who - Rogue - Seeing the TARDIS, Rogue opens his arms wide and says "I'm in love!" Fifteen reacts surprised, before Rogue adds, "With this machine." Fifteen then smirks.

118. IDW - Bodysnatched! - Rory, thinking Amy is still in Eleven's body, kisses him. Eleven steps back and says, "As passionate as that was, Rory, don't you think you should be kissing your wife, not me?" Amy says, "Oh no. Do it again. But do it... slower."

119. Classic Who - The Mutants - Sondergaard tells Three, "If you spend any time in there without [a radiation suit], Doctor, you will die. Any man would." Three retorts, "Any 'man', perhaps."

120. BF - An Eye for Murder:

DOCTOR: Oh don't think of me as a man. Just the Doctor.

121. BF - Deleted Scenes:

CELINE: [The Doctor] loves you [Jamie], dearly. As do I.

122. FASA Doctor Who RPG - A Sourcebook for Field Agents:

The Master

This entry contains information on one of Gallifrey's most dangerous enemies, the renegade Time Lord known as The Master. The Master has, in some fashion yet unknown, erased his Biodata entry from the APC Net. As a result, the only information about him that we now possess has been drawn from the memories of the Doctor. It is, therefore, highly subjective, and Time Lords consulting this section should be aware that The Doctor's perceptions do not always correspond with Reality.

Appearance: Height: Average Build: Average Looks: Sinfully attractive Apparent Age: Middle-aged Actual Age: 800+ Number Of Regenerations Used: 12 (now using stolen body) Recognition Handle: Satanic beard; piercing blue eyes; black dress; black gloves.

123. New Who - Smile - As Bill goes to eat her algae-based meal, Twelve wistfully tells her, "I met an emperor made of algae one. He fancied me..."

124. New Who - Wild Blue Yonder - Donna and Fourteen chat about bumping into Isaac Newton. She says, "Was it me... or was Isaac Newton hot?" He replies, "He was, wasn't he? He was SO hot." Fourteen then catches himself, "Oh? Is that who I am now?" Donna then replies, "Well it was never that far from the surface, mate. I always thought..."

125. BF - 1963: The Assassination Games:

DOCTOR: A man after my own heart. GILMORE: Except you’re not a man. DOCTOR: And I have two hearts.

126. TVC - Undercover - Three again disguises himself as a woman to obtain captured information for UNIT.

127. New Who - The Star Beast - Prompted by Rose, Fourteen asks Beep the Meep, "Are you he, or she, or they...?" The Meep responds, "My chosen pronoun is the definite article. I am always, 'the Meep'. He then replies, "Oh, I do that."

128. Titan - Ophiuchus - Nyssa says to Five, "I didn't know that Time Lords could change gender, Doctor." He returns, "Gender is a very fluid concept, Nyssa, for some people more than others. A Time Lord even more so."

129. New Who - The Doctor Dances - Rose tells Nine, "I thought Jack might like this dance." Nine dancing, replies, "I'm sure he would Rose. I'm absolutely certain. But who with?"

130. EDA - The Slow Empire:

Once, there was a man called the Doctor, although he was not precisely a man and that was not his real name.

131. Novelisation - The Day of the Doctor:

‘I’ve been around a bit, Clara, I’m probably married to lots of people, it happens,’ he said, and made a dismissive hand gesture, to suggest that the occasional marriage was really no more than a parking ticket, and a moment later heard a vase smash behind him. He really had to get his peripheral movements under control. ‘But to her, though?’ ‘Oh, to her, to him, to who-knows. Sometimes the conversation just gets out of control. I think I’m even married to Jack Harkness, but there were a lot of people in the room at the time, it was hard to keep track.

132. New Who - The Doctor Dances - Rose remarks about Jack, "And he's vanished into thin air. Why's it always the great-looking ones who do that?" Nine looks up, "I'm making an effort not to be insulted." She then specifies, "I mean... 'men'." He grins and nods, "Okay, thanks, that really helped."

133. NSA - The Good Doctor:

'Scan me again. I’m not loba or human. I’m not man or woman in the way you understand it.'

134. New Who - Boom Town: Jack and Nine flirt with eachother watching Mickey and Rose. Jack starts, "Aw, sweet, look at these two. How come I never get any of that?" Nine, fixing up the TARDIS replies, "Buy me a drink first." "Such hard work..." "But worth it."

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home is where the heart is

Hiccup x run away princess! Reader

in which you’re thousands of miles away from your home you fled. Now calling the edge home after months of tracking the dragon master till you were face to face with a man no older then yourself, with round eyes and a need to figure you out.

But whispers travel fast on the wind, disturbing everything you’ve built for yourself.

Word count - 4.4k+

Watch it - some angst w happy ending dw

Im binge watching race to the edge can u tell

On most days Hiccup barely has the time to think.

There's so much to do, so much to be done. There's always more waiting for him. Go do his rounds, come back and deal with the endless squabbling that never ends, go out again and add more watch towers, do a lap around the island, patrol the neighboring ones, come back and yell some more till everyone listens, see who actually did what he asked of them, eat dinner and pray they listen to his new list of things to do for the next day. Rinse and repeat.

And yet at the end of a day, when his bones ache and muscles are sore. Stiff and aching from the hours hunched over toothless, he’s glad he has you.

He doesn’t know how to properly say it, not yet at least. He’s never been good with words in a way that really matters. Always failing him, never making it past more than a faint breath past his lips as the words fade into the wind. He wishes he could be more like the twins, pushing past any judgment and saying whatever they wish when they wish. But he is not them, and instead he tells you he’s happy that you’ve made the edge a home.

He remembers the day you came to them. You had come searching for him specifically, begging for the knowledge that no one around you had. Which was funny considering you arrived on your own dragon. A desert wraith. Not many of those around here.

Rmel is a dragon so unlike any he’s ever seen. Tidal class, yet completely content out of the water. He thrives in the sand. Burying deep into it. Breathing with it. You two complement each other.

Here you are months later, with your own modest hut on the edge and more knowledge than you could have ever hoped for. And a few scars for your troubles. But it's a good life.

Unfortunately, your time comes to an end and you have to go back to your home soon. Your real home. Hiccup has forgotten what it’s like around here without you. But it’s not your place to call your own. It's time to pack up and head out. If not for you, for Rmel.

That's what you will continue to tell yourself. To avoid the trouble of thinking about your actions.

—--

Hiccup finds you laying on the sand, watching the clouds as they roll in.

“Hey there stranger.” He calls out, slipping off Toothless is one smooth motion.

You smile, sitting up and patting the sand off you. Rmel is half buried in it. But beach sand can never replace his true habitat. Can't replace what you’ve left behind.

“Hey Hiccup.” you watch as Rmel comes out of the sand to say hello to Toothless, jumping up and down as they play.

He takes a seat next to you, sighing softly. “You know, your hut will always be here.” an invitation. Stay please, he wants to say.

You smile, "I know. But I have been away for too long. It’s not good for him.” It's not my place to stay.

“I understand.” I don’t, don't go.

But does he? No, not really. No one here does.

Oh well.

—--

“Are you sure? You've made your own home here.” Astrid says, handing you a pile of metal as you sort through the store house.

“What else is there for me to do? Rmel needs the desert, and I miss my home.” a white lie. The words home betray you as you say them, what is your home at this rate.

“I know but- it’s nice having you around. We all think so.” she tries. And it only tugs at your heart.

“I have my own duties.”

“You and Hiccup are the same, you know. Always thinking of the people before yourselves. “

You shrug, “it’s the duty my birth has assigned to me.” a well repeated mantra that's been hammered into you for longer than you can remember. If you dare to reap the benefits of your birth, you must answer its calls. You mustn’t ignore your duties.

How silly considering you ran away from them, only to regret it all on an island thousands of miles away from everything you know.

You don't tell Astrid this, you tell no one. Instead you finish setting the mental scraps in the corner, old weapons in other. On to the next task.

Astrid doesn’t say much more. Not thinking too deeply into the words

—-

“Fishlegs!!” A yell comes from above. You crane your neck to watch as Snotlout comes barreling into his hut, screaming as if all hell broke loose.

You hold back and laugh as you watch Hiccup groan so loudly it wakes Toothless up next to him. He marches up to the hut, yelling obscenities and waving his arms around wildly.

“What is going on?” Heather muses, back from patrol, sunkissed and watching the spectacle unfold fondly.

“Oh Hiccup is going to kill Snotlout.” Ruffnut replies, flipping through a modest pile of sheep hide.

“Thats nice..” she takes her leave, heading to her own hut and waving everyone a collective goodbye.

You sigh, leaning back in your chair farther, trying to make out if Hiccup is punching Snotlout or biting his ear off. Could be either or honestly. You'll miss this.

—

You get knocked out of the sky during a training drill, Rmel isn't fast enough and you end up in the water. Thankfully close enough to swim to shore.

“Thank you Rmel! All that training and you can't catch me from the sky!” you yell, fist in the air.

Hiccup flies down with Rmel by his side. He bites back a smile as you wring your clothes out. Your dragon is indifferent, watching you grumble.

“Dont even.” you warn.

He laughs anyway, “Im sorry im sorry!”

You sigh, "I'm going to hide your leg then who will laugh.”

It only makes him laugh harder as you stomp up to him, waving a finger in his face. “You will be the next in the water just wait.”

The laughs sputter and die in his throat as he looks at you with wide eyes. Watching the water droplets drip from your eye lashes, down to your lips. Where his eyes become fixated on. Unable to look away.

You turn on your heel to scold your dragon. Ignoring him.

Hiccup thinks you just might be the most gorgeous thing he's ever seen. More than a sunset at Berk, more than when the clouds give way to clear skies. More than anything at all.

It hits him all at once really, the sinking realization that these really are the last few times he will be able to look at you like that.

—

“Oh well today is ‘everyone hates Hiccup’ day then!” comes a shout from the armory.

You turn to investigate, peeking inside and finding a very exasperated Hiccup on his knees digging through piles of weapons.

“What are you doing?” you close the door behind you.

“Oh, I'm glad to see you. Do you have any spare iron ore? I would say I'm on my last leg but it fell into the ocean." He points to his stump.

“I do not. But fishless does. Need a hand?” you offer your hand and he gladly takes it. Steadying himself as you wrap his arms around you for better support. Guiding him out of the armory and to his precious iron ore.

You try not to pay attention too closely to the details. The curl of his fingers where they rest cautiously on your hip. His steady breathing. Just how close your faces are. Why did it have to be Hiccup? Beautiful smart Hiccup.

You would use your dragon, but you sent Rmel off to play on the beach for the afternoon. Go figure when you really need him huh.

“Thanks again.” Hiccup mumbles, trying to concentrate and walking with only one foot.

“No problem.” you hum.

You get to fishlegs, even if your hands are clammy and face warmer then it was where you entered that storage room.

Fishlegs only squints but takes Hiccup inside. Well you know what everyone's going to talk about at dinner.

—--

“Go after her, or watch her fly away.” Heather says, watching Hiccup work on his newest creation. Well its more a hunk of gronkle iron right now but not the point.

Hiccup can only sigh. “I can’t force anyone to stay here.” Hammering away at his work.

“Yes, but you also can’t say anything.” Heather tries.

“Why not. It's easy.” he grunts. “ I can go about my life,” thwap goes the hammer, Settle down and forget.” the hot sizzle of coal echoes.

“But will you truly forget? You aren't the most subtle Hiccup. Trust me.” she crosses her arms, raising a brow.

Hiccup stops to look up at her, brows furrowed.

Is he really that obvious?

—-

“I heard you're leaving.” Snotlout says. Watching you get ready for one of your last patrols.

“Not right now.” you mumble, tightening your girth and checking your buckles.

“I know.”

You don't say much more. Putting a few rations of food into a satchel. Scratching Rmell behind the ears for his good behavior. Should be everything. You hoist yourself up on the saddle, watching Snoutlout cross his arms.

“Listen I know its breaking your heart to part from this much viking manliness-”

You tsk.

“But think about sticking around some. You know, it'll be cool.”

You don't reply. Curling your fingers into the reins and taking flight. You don't look back, if you would you'd see Hiccup peek from around the corner, shaking his head while Snotlout shrugs.

“I tried!”

“Really Snotlout because she didn't seem to listen to a single ‘manly viking’ thing you had to say.”

“You talk to her Hiccup why send me come on.” he storms off, muttering under his breath.

In hindsight sending in Snotlout probably wasn't the best idea. But he was the only one available.

Hiccup really does need to talk to you.

—-

“When do you leave?” is the first thing Hiccup says to you when you're back from patrolling.

You look around to an empty room “Where is everyone?”

“Back on Berk. Picking up supplies.”

“Okay,” you hop off your saddle, “I'm leaving in 2 weeks.” Undoing the girth and sliding the saddle from Rmel who rumbles in happiness. “I know buddy I know. Feels good huh.” you mumble into his neck, resting your head against him.

“You always take his saddle off?” you're reminded Hiccup is in the same room. You've been trying to avoid him.

“Of course I do. Don't you think it would be uncomfortable if you had to wear it 24/7?”

“Well yes but what if you need to get in the air fast.”

“Then I'll ride him with no saddle. You complicate things, you know that Hiccup.”

“So I've been told.” he sighs. “Listen, I'm serious about you staying. We could use the extra dragon, and it looks like you could use a place to call home too.”

“I have a home Hiccup. This isn't my home.” You wave to the space around you. “You aren't my people, you don't speak the same tongue, you don't have the same way of life, I'm not one of you I will never be.” don't make this harder then it is.

The words sting, but he presses on. “Nonsense, you're always welcome here you know that.”

“Listen, I know you need all the dragon ridders you can get around here but my people need me. You're not the only one with a father who leaves big shoes to fill.”

“I didn't know im-”

“I’d prefer if no one knows okay. I have my duties as do you. And mine are to return. Please don't ask me to stay again.”

“Okay.” he gives in, nodding softly.

—-

“You and Hiccup huh.” Astrid teases.

You are both out patrolling. Spending 2 days doing the rounds before going back to the edge. They're using you while they can before you leave it seems. You don't blame them.

You groan. “No! There's nothing going on.”

“Right right.. Sure.” she hums, nodding along.

“Oh come on I haven't even been here that long. Besides, aren't you guys like, you know an item.”

She laughs, clutching her stomach while trying not to lose balance off of Stormfly. “No. I kissed him once or twice sure when we were kids but he’s not exactly my type.”

You roll your eyes, clutching onto your reins. “Sure sure.”

—

“Youre seriously leaving? But we've made so much progress with the book!” Fishlegs says at dinner.

You try not to let your eye twitch. “Yes. I'm sorry but I have to.”

“Whose leaving.” Tuffnut says, wiping his head to you.

“Leaving who?” Ruffnut echoes.

You groan, putting your hands in your head. “Me. I'm leaving. It's me.”

“It is because she smells like fish. It's okay I'd leave if we didn't ride the same dragon.” Tuffnut nods.

“Shes leaving because you never stop talking.” His sister rolls her eyes. “You can't go wrong smelling like fish anyway.”

“No she's leaving because you guys are annoying," Snotlout says.

“No really please reconsider, for the book! It just needs a little more and we can even make a second edition.” Fishlegs tries again.

“Guys enough.” Astrid tries, but it falls on deaf ears as everyone begins to debate the reason for you leaving.

“She doesn't have to tell anyone, guys.” Hiccup says, but it gets drowned out by the rising voices.

“I left but came back, maybe she's doing the same.” Heather shrugs.

Everyone's voices overlap at once, giving you a migraine. You get up, shoving your chair in harshly, taking your dinner with you and leaving.

“Geez someone's upset.”

“Shut up Snotlout.”

—

Hiccup follows you. Of course he does. He comes to your hut, banging on the door and not taking your go aways as an answer.

“Im not leaving!” he shouts from the door.

You're crying. You don't know why but you're crying. Tears streaming down your face as you watch the moon rise from your window.

Why must things become so complicated? Why are you so far from everything you know just for the chance and feeling in control for once in your life?

You did everything asked of you, and now for just the start of freedom you are forced to pay dearly.

The shouts and knocking stops, and a part of you wishes he would've tried harder. But you are too hard headed, cold hearted and mean it means for anyone to want to try harder for you. All you care about is chasing a feeling you dreamt up in the corner of your room as a child. Sticking your hands under the sun to feel a warmth that can not be replicated.

You should leave now, no?

—--

You manage to get Rmel ready in record time, slipping out the back of your hut and taking flight with blurry vision and a heavy heart. What you don't see is a night furry hot on your tail.

“Stop! Don't leave now!” Hiccup's voice sounds from behind you.

You wipe the tears from your face, slowing down till he flies beside you. “What do you want, Hiccup? Just let me leave. “

“Come on, I'm sorry for the way they acted, but don't make any rash decisions.”

“There's nothing more to decide. I'm on my way home. “

“No you're not.”

You turn to look at him with enough furry to knock him out of the sky. “Dont tell me what to do Hiccup.”

“Im not trying to!”

You glare at him, “That's exactly what you're doing.”

“You don't have all your things, your girth isn't tightened. You're slipping right and you haven't noticed. Just- come back so we can get you properly sorted out.” He pleads.

“I don't care.”

“Dont do anything you will regret.” he tries.

You look down, your center of balance is off. Your girth is hanging open, you're missing a lot of equipment honestly. It's not worth running Rmel to the ground to prove a point. You fly in silence for 10 minutes before you stop.

“Just you.” you mumble. “I don't want anyone else to see me.”

He smiles. “Then no one will. You have my word.”

Silently you follow Hiccup back to the edge, landing back to your hut.

—-

You work in silence refitting your saddle, tying your knots and double checking everything. Toothless is half asleep while Rmel fights off his own exhaustion. All the patrolling has really given him a run for his money.

Hiccup is on the other side of him, fitting a satchel to his underbelly.

You can't leave now, you risk him falling out of the sky.

“Hiccup, stop. I can't leave now.” you mumble softly.

He looks up at you so tenderly it's as if you're the moon. Shining his way. “Okay.”

So he helps you take everything off. Setting it in the corner and letting Rmel go to bed. “I should take Toothless to bed.”

“Come back after?”

He perks up.” I will.”

—-

He comes back as promised. Sitting in your one chair while you sit criss-cross in yours, now in your pjs.

“What made you change your mind?” he picks at his fingers.

“Rmel, you. He’s in no shape to fly all the way home. I would be cruel to ask him that.”

He hums, “You don't owe me an explanation, but why do you need to go back?”

“I need to go back to get married, Hiccup.”

Silence.

“It’s my duty to my people. You understand as the son of the chief. Our roles are so much different to everyone around us. And mine is to marry well. To bridge gaps through alliances. I have studied my whole life for this, and I finally feel ready to actually do it.”

You bite back the feeling of a lie.

You escaped the first engagement, your intention was to stay here. Far away from where anyone could find you. But with news of a brewing war between your home and that of your ex fiance, you are the only hope to end the budding violence.

You crave freedom more than you can ever express. And you got it with Rmel, but as everything in this life, it costs a price. A hefty one of war. You can not live while your home becomes painted in bloodshed. All because you wanted something more. You wanted to be selfish.

The neighboring prince is pig-headed, stubborn, with very little interests outside of ruling. But if it means saving your people then so be it. You were promised to him and you ran. Now you answer to war.

“That's not the real reason is it?” he whispers.

You look away. “What is it to you?”

“I care about you. You've been here for just about a year you think I'd just let you loose without trying to understand.”

You sigh. “It's complicated.”

“Everything in life is.” he tries, getting up and taking a seat right next to you. Hand on your knee. He’s warm, radiating heat that feels closer to the feeling of sunbathing on a cool fall day. Closer to the one you've been chasing.

“I’ll tell you about it some time.” you rest a hand on top of his, smiling softly. “Thank you Hiccup. Really.” you give him a chast kiss on the cheek. And he blooms pink like a tulip in May.

“Of course. I'll let you sleep.” he slips out of your door and you try to sleep. But your worst fear is coming true. Falling for another while on your way to go home and get married to end a possible war.

What a life you live.

—-

You tell Hiccup, you tell him everything. It becomes too much.

“I have to go back. Too many will die and it will be on my hands.” You confess, huddled in the corner of his room.

“How do you know it's true?” his face is grim, hand on your shoulder while you pour your heart out.

“I have an inside man, my cousin who's been keeping in correspondence.”

“And you trust him?”

“With my life.”

Hiccup shakes his head, “verify the information before you leave. Any can be a trap. Trust me.”

“How? Go all the way there to see if it's a war and then come back?” your shoulders sag, eyes narrowing.

“No. We’ll ask Johan. He’s been south.”

Johan. Oh you know him. Who doesn't.

—-

“Ah Princ-”

“Oh Johan, so good to see you too!” you interrupt him with a glare.

He sighs. “Yes, very good to see you, this far north.”

The other riders and Berkians are busy looking through his ship while you and Hiccup look for answers.

“Any news from down south?” you ask.

“Same old same old. Your father is furious at you leaving. But he’s sort of adopted a policy where you don't exist.” he strokes his beard thoughtfully.

“Thats nice. And the war?”

He blinks. “War. What war? With the mosquitos sure. But no bloodshed on that side of the sea as far as I know.”

“Are you absolutely sure Johan?” Hiccup stresses.

“Master Hiccup, what would I gain by lying? The young woman seeks to stay in Berk, that is her business. I continue my trade through her sea ports nonetheless.”

—

Hiccup takes you for a ride with him, to clear your mind and give Rmel a break.

“You know, when I first started flying I had this little cheat sheet for his tail.” he tells you fondly.

You hum, arms wrapped around him and face pressed into his back. “How many times did you crash?”

“Honestly not that many. could have been way worse but we sorta just I don't know- clicked.”

“I knew Rmel since he was a weee hatchling. He used to play in our garden before he got too big.” you chuckle.

“Yeah? I wonder what Toothless looked like as a baby.” Toothless whines at the mention of his name, shaking his head.

“Hmm prolly a small little guy, less spines. Soft.”

“Sounds about right.” he chuckles softly.

“Knowing him for that long made it much easier to ride him. I was a friend.”

“Cant say the same for us.” he clicks his tongue. “I shot him out of the sky.” he mutters.

“Oh I've heard. Quite the coming of age story.” you tease.

You feel him laugh, “that it is. What was yours? Coming of age story.”

“This is.”

He brings a hand to cup yours, letting Toothless cruise through the clouds with ease. Bringing your hand to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss. You're only making it worse for yourself.

—--

“I have to go see for myself.” you tell Hiccup.

He lets you go. Even though he knows if it is true, you won't come back. He helps you pack up, fingers brushing against yours and you tie your leather together. Buckling pieces and looping knots.

“Thank you for everything Hiccup. If I don't come back-”

“Dont say that. Have faith.” He stops you before you can finish, holding your hands.

“Do you?” you look at him, eyes searching his.

“I do.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your lips.

You part, looking into his eyes for the last time before you are set for the skies. For a home you fear will never be as you left it.

—--

As your oasis town comes into view your heart drops in anticipation of the worst, but in the end you were right after all. It isn't the same, it will never be.

The father you once treasured more than life itself tries to shoot you out of the sky the moment you are seen in the clouds. Standing from his perch on a watch tower commanding legions of the men who were sworn royal to you, now raising their arrows into the sky, right at you. That's okay.

You manage to make it to your cousin's home. It's empty save for a few scrolls. When you open them your heart drops.

His handwriting has been copied, word for word letter for letter. They've found out he was speaking to you. There lies a single note on the wall, marked with the nickname he used for you growing up.

To my little princess. If you're reading this it means I too have long left. I will find you, do not fear. But your search for freedom has inspired more than you know. Until next time, little dragon.

And Johan's words are confirmed. There is no war. It was all to get you back. It’s time to go back to the home you've been building.

“Youre not my daughter you hear me! You're a pathetic excuse for a princess!” Your father roars, shooting any kind of weapon he can get his hands on. You only smile. Looking down at the people, safe and sound. Going about their days, even if their minds have been filled with hatred for you. It will heal in due time.

Your brother, the oldest prince will take the throne, your sister will mary, and you will become like a phantom. Only spoken of on occasions that deem it a necessity. But your family has chosen their side. And it is not with you.

You will never be a princess again. Gone are the days of lavish nights and slow mornings. Your wealth is reduced to nothing more than what you can carry. Once smooth hands now replaced with callused ones from holding reigns for hours on end.

A completely reimagined version of yourself. One that dares to take what you yearn for. Something that was almost taken from you.

You hope the neighboring prince is having a horrible day.

It's time to head back. After Rmel gets his fill of desert sand of course.

—

You come back to the edge 4 months after you first left. Lights on and everyone is home for dinner. Perfect.

A dramatic dismount is in order, diving from the sky and shooting a few shots. Heads peek out and shouting before it dissolves into shouts of joy, of cheers.

“Miss me?” you don't have a second more to speak before everyone piles onto you for a hug.

“Oh thank thor.” Hiccup sighs when you manage to break away from the pile.

You laugh, loud and bright. “No war after all.” you hum.

He kisses your lips, slotting them against yours as you hold into his arms desperately. You get a few fake gags but you only roll your eyes. It's good to be back.

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archie-sunshine · 1 day ago

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Captain's Blog (July 3rd 2025)

So!! It's beennnn like a month and a half/ two months?? since I was frequently posting? and it seems like despite my constant updates, some people may be in the dark about whats going on. So heres what's been going on.

I'm gonna put this under a read more because it's a big of a doozy.

So since one very *ahem* active night in december, my back and left leg have been really giving me trouble. It wasn't so bad at first, but around march, it really began to bug me. It was this strange kind of shooting pain down my leg, something i'd never experienced before.

in april, i decided it was annoying enough to check in at a walk in clinic about it. Due to my rocky relationship with my gp, i thought it'd be best if I went there, where they told me it was likely just a muscle strain and sent me away with some extra strength naproxen.

A few weeks passed and it showed no improvement so cree and I went to the ER, where they told me it was probably just a really bad muscle strain and gave me Tylenol 3s.

And the next day, I felt just as terrible if not worse, so I went into the ER again, where they told me it was probably a pinched nerve! and they gave me some more extra strength naproxen and a pain shot.

and then I woke up in the middle of the night unable to move without excruciating pain. so! they loaded me up into an ambulance, took me to the ER, and left me writhing in agony for 6 hours before getting a doctor in to see me and tell me within a minute that i had a herniated disc in my lower back. They gave me a morphine shot, a pain shot, and an oxycodone prescription.

Luckily, the drugs they gave me helped enough to help me walk again, if only briefly. They told me that i had to lay flat on my back as much as possible, and not get up unless strictly necessary.

the soonest they could get me in to get an MRI at the hospital to confirm their suspicions was in august.

So we thought, oh! we can look for a different place to get an MRI done! We just need a requisition from my GP!

AND THEN MY WORTHLESS FUCKING GP REFUSED TO GIVE US AN MRI REQUISITION.

So I got a new GP!! Yay!! She was MUCH more helpful, prescribed me medication that worked, and got me my MRI requisition! My therapist also directed me to a personal friend of hers who worked at an MRI centre, who got us in right after we got our requisition which was super lucky!

It was confirmed to be a herniated disc, recommended to be operated on, and my doctor immediately sent off a requisition for a surgeon!! annnnd-!

then. I. waited.

It's hard to express how difficult it is to just be. stuck. in bed. just stare into my phone some more. watch something on my computer. keep your mind off how stuff is hurting, keep your mind off how long this is taking.

It took 3 weeks for them to get back to me, only to find out that the clinic my doctor had sent it to had no interest in treating me.

so, wait another week, and see if someone else can get the surgery done.

All the while, things are getting a tiny bit better, but im still depending on these meds to keep me from being in terrible pain. I'm out of bed more, but end up exhausted by the time im back in bed from how much im aching.

My saving grace at this point, and through all of this, was cree. He was there for me every step of the way, helping keep my spirits up, keeping me from being exhausted and depressed as much as he could. I can't express enough how much help he's been.

And then, just yesterday, I finally got in to see a surgeon! and.. well.

That! was crushing to hear! And those are real quotes by the way, minus the LOL of course. Because I was able to walk with a cane while medicated, I wasn't eligible for surgery. they insisted upon it, told me there was nothing I could do but wait for the pain to go away. He said 'come back in six weeks and if it's worse I can see if maybe I can treat you but youd still have to wait months to see me for surgery anyways.'

two months of agony and waiting for news for this to be the result.

but, I called my doctor, relayed the news, and she's not willing to give up on me. She's looking for alternate pain relief methods to help keep me from needing to be on the drugs im on indefinitely while I recover, specifically an epidural injection to stop my nerve from sending pain signals to my brain until my disc heals on it's own.

I'm lucky for the support I have from my friends and family, and I know in time I'll feel much better, but for now, my work is going to be slow, now that I'm back at my desk i have to be careful not to sit up straight too long. I may not work as fast or as constantly as I used to for a while, but I'm not going to let this injury keep me from doing the things I love.

Thank you all again for your patience and support. I hope to be better again soon. :]

#archie chats #medical stuff #cw medical #archie updates #captain's blog

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d1s1ntegrated · 3 days ago

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Fiiirst, CONGRATS ON 700!! ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜That's awesome! Can't wait to see you hit 1,000 bc you def deserve it. ♡ Now for my submission! I rolled a 5 for Style and a 2 for Wild Card for a Shigaraki x reader piece. The only squicks I have are super-underage and bodily fluids that aren't blood, spit, or cum. Everything else is fair game! ♡ @league-of-simps

you know my name: tomura x reader

submission #2 for the 777 event. thank you so much harleyyyy <3 so excited to live out my gamblin dreams thru our fav meanie (ʘ ͜ʖ ʘ)

shigaraki x reader- oneshot- 2.8k words rolls: 5; 2 (porn with plot & casino au) summary: tomura's losing streak in poker pisses him off. what happens when lady luck gives him an assist? cw: 18+, mdni. fem reader, smut, doggy, kinda switch tomura, drinking, gambling. tomura is snarky, reader is worse. mutual pining hidden by poker faces. casino // hotel setting. other league members mentioned (dabi, twice, compress, spinner). the league plays poker its CANON no beta readers: read at your own discretion! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

"I fold".

Tomura sighs, shoving himself away from the velvet table. He doesn't know what it is tonight, maybe its the smoke cloying at his throat from the heavy cigars, maybe his tolerance has dropped below normal to the whiskey; tonight's hands have all been shit. Shit, so shit that he's debating taking his losses and going upstairs for the night.

After months of playing amateur backyard poker with the boys, fooling around with an old set of playing cards they found in a junk drawer, they decided to try and make it big. A few weeks in the gambling capital of the world oughta set them up nice for life. Cozy furnishings, a stocked liquor cabinet, and a fully furnished basement for their own underground poker ring. What a life it could be.

Professional poker against lifelong gamblers is surprisingly harder than they ever could have imagined. Perhaps Tomura was in over his head. Maybe Zen was right; maybe he is just a child. He could just stick to the family business; he and Touya combined could make out more than comfortably. Between their two respective fathers, they could amass a fortune just from their names. But Tomura didn't want to cheat. He wanted to play his own game, write his own rules- even if that meant starting at the first level. He could never leave Spinner, Atsuhiro, or Jin out of this, either. They had made out good for the past two weeks, anyway. He just had to get over the hump. It was just a rut. The tournament still had a few days to go- and if they made it this far, they'd make it to the end.

He sits on a barstool at the long marble counter. A small bartender comes, taking his order down and making it as he answers, not wasting any time. He pushes a strand of long hair from his face, taking a slow sip, his eyes falling closed for a moment.

"Boulevardier," a voice whispers in from over his shoulder. The scent of vanilla, incense, and amber envelops him through the tobacco haze, and his eyes snap open. You stand beside him, eyes raking over his suit-clad body. You can tell from one glance he's not a regular, he's not usually a drinker, and he's trying desperately to forget his last round.

"What?" He turns his head completely, his eyes glistening under the dimmed lights.

"Boulevardier. Dee-ay. Not Boulevard-er. It's an E-A sound. You butchered your pronunciation".

He takes a moment, nodding. "Thanks," he mutters, turning back to the bar.

"I'm just saying- if you don't want them to know you're a rookie-"

"I'm not," He snaps back, face flat. "Who even are you?" His voice is sharp, but curious still as you swirl your drink.

Your eyes dance on his crooked tie, his pale face humming with displeasure. You reach your hand out to him, nails manicured and fingers steady. "Just a spectator," you smile softly. He looks down at your hand for a brief moment before taking it, pressing a chaste kiss to your soft fingers. His lips are warm, slightly rough against your knuckles. You speak again, his eyes less sharp now as he takes another swig from his glass. "Your tie is crooked".

He rolls his eyes, but it's nothing more than a facade. You lean into him, adjusting the silky red material before tugging at it briefly, his eyes following you in awe. Strands of cornflower blue frame his face as it comes loose from what used to be a neat ponytail.

You had been watching him play for a few nights. It wasn’t often you were here, but the time you spent had paid off, as crimson eyes now look over you slowly. You can feel his gaze hanging on you like a bee to honey, clinging to you as if you’ll disappear from sight. He doesn’t say a word as you both sit beside each other now, sipping from your glasses respectively. The silence between you hangs thickly, webbing the two of you together. His pretty face remains flat, but you can catch the glimmer of curiosity in his gaze every few seconds.

He goes to speak, maybe to ask your name, or your deal, when the next round starts, and Touya waves him over. You can see the tall man in your peripheral vision, thick black hair pulled into a half-up bun, piercing blue eyes that feel like ice running down your spine. You knew all their names by the second night of watching– and you knew their story by the third.

Tomura stands, grabbing his glass. He turns to speak to you again, but you silently lace your arm under his, his cheeks flushing pink as you walk back to the table with him. Touya's face shifts, teeth baring at the sight. “Got a date there, Tomura?”

Tomura makes a cut-throat motion, urging Touya to stop. His cheeks are flushed, but maybe it’s just warm in here.

He pulls out a chair for you, and you sit beside him as the hand is dealt. Like every other night, you don't join, you simply watch. This time, though, you get to watch front and center, your arms brushing against each other gently. You lean into his ear, whispering to him, "If you win this round, you'll know my name".

He chuckles, brows furrowed at the idea. His slender fingers curl around his glass, and he mumbles out "Deal" as your glasses collide. He wasn’t exactly the type to turn down a bet.

By default, he has a good hand. The round plays as usual, until the last stifling few minutes, tensions rising as Tomura's red eyes shift to his hand. It's only him and one other person— soem stuffy-looking man in an all-white suit and dark eyes.

"Raise," says the man across the table. He slides a pile of chips in— a three-thousand-dollar raise from the original pot. Tomura smiles ever-so-subtly as he nods. "I'll call". He slides his stack of chips into the pot.

The man across plays his hand, a smug smile tugging at his lips. "Full house," he boasts loudly, beady eyes shining. Tomura nods slowly, eyes shifting around. He leans back in his seat, pinching the bridge of his nose. Every move he makes is calculated, deceitful. There’s something powerful about him, but you can’t quite put a finger on it.

The dealer waits patiently, arms crossed tightly against his chest. Tomura lowers his voice, dragging out his alleged defeat. "Okay..." faux trepidation coats his tongue as he lowers his head slightly before extending his arm out. He tosses his cards out in front of him, masking his grin. The man in white smiles and laughs preemptively, reaching for the stack of chips. The dealer puts his arm out, waiting for Tomura to make the announcement.

"Fours".

Touya smiles as he shakes his head, Spinner claps his hands together almost as if to pray. You lean over Tomura's shoulder again and press a gentle kiss to his ear before whispering your name to him. The man in white slams his fist on the table, and the dealer bows slightly to Tomura while holding a hand out to stop the others.

“Good job, rookie”. His ears heat at your touch, and the rest of the men surrounding watch. He takes the rest of his drink in one go, and your hand rests gently on his thigh.

As the night progresses, he grows more impatient. Every round is a win for him or the boys, their victories painting their faces with insatiability before last call is announced. By the time the game is cut for the night, Tomura has gained increasing levels of incentive to win more. A bite on his neck, a pinch to his hip, a breathy promise in his ear. By the end of the night, his slacks were tight, and his curiosity was piqued.

He drags you out of the casino with a firm hand on your hip, barely hiding his frustrations from the incessant teasing. He walks fast, pushing you into his hotel room and clicking the lock in one movement. There's no time to speak or even remove your shoes before he's smashing his lips onto yours, breathy and full of want.

Tomura’s lips are softer than the kiss he placed on your hand earlier, despite his hungry kisses. You slip your tongue between them, tasting the whiskey on his breath. He presses into your mouth desperately, every movement sending pricks of electricity through your bones.

Your arms wrap around his neck, undoing his hair. It cascades down his shoulders, the scent of orange-vanilla curtaining around you, his long fingers gripping your jaw. You two continue stepping back, almost dancing around the room as he presses you to the bed, you land softly under his arm, cradling your lower back. He kisses down your jaw, across your bare collarbones, slipping the strap of your dress down to expose more of you. His hands move feverishly, gripping into soft skin, curves melting between his fingers. You pull at his tie, and he yanks it off, tossing it aside as your hands nimbly undo the buttons of his shirt, his face dark with heat. He can't stop himself from kissing you again, he can't be patient anymore– he tears the rest of his shirt off and pulls it off, leaving his bare chest and torso open now.

Soft marbled muscle carves his body, something you hadn't seen under the expensive-looking suit and tie. A few scars drape over his creamy skin like brush strokes, and you feel your eyes melt over his entire image. As he hovers over you, you watch his biceps flex, his shoulders twitching every time he lowers himself down to kiss another part of you. You run your hands down his body, dragging against the tuft of soft blue hair below his navel, and you can feel his cock twitching against your thigh as your fingers near.

He mumbles your name like a hymn in your ear as you undo his belt, his arms already shaking. His breaths collect against the crook of your neck as he slides more of your dress down, the slippery material slipping off your legs like water, leaving you completely bare. His breath hitches, and he bites into your thigh without warning, causing you to gasp out in shock.

His pants are only half undone as he shoves them off along with his boxers, not wasting any more time as his cock springs free, tapping up against his stomach as it weeps. His fingers lace into yours as he pins your arms above your head, leaving rosy marks on your neck as he sucks and nips at it.

"Fuck," he drives himself into your hip, then adjusts himself between your legs. Your head falls back into the pillowy mattress as he rubs the head of his cock into your swollen clit, but he retreats slowly and gets on his knees in front of you. His lips are slightly parted, his chest rising quickly as lowers himself between your legs, lifting under your thighs and placing them on his shoulders. Your hands tangle in his soft blue waves as his tongue darts between your folds, his moaning following immediately after tasting you. His nose presses into your clit as he dips his tongue inside of you, his name falling from your lips softly.

Tomura's fingers grip into the flesh of your thighs as he buckles down, devouring like he had been starved his entire life. His teeth nip at your skin, he rolls the bud of sensitive nerves between them with his tongue, drinking down your sweetness with muffled moans and whimpers. The muscles in his back shift each time he grinds against the mattress, already dangerously close to making a mess of the duvet.

The numbing heat in the pit of your stomach tightens, pulling like a tight cord. Tomura's moans doubled with his frantic licking are enough to do you in, and the cord snaps. Your hands grip at his hair, pulling him into you as if he could get any closer, and you grind yourself into his mouth. He whimpers loudly, swallowing hard as he laps up every drop of you.

You try to push him away as his tongue flickers across your pussy, but he resists with a greedy smile. His breathing is hot and fast against your overstimulated clit, and you tug his hair more and more to get him to pull away. He growls, gripping into your thighs tightly before pulling away from you and flipping you over with deceptive amounts of strength. He pushes your face into the pillows, positioning you like a doll, legs spread wide and cunt dripping onto the duvet. He shivers as he lines himself up, keeping one hand on your lower back, pressing you down. He grabs his tie, shoving it into your mouth with two fingers, grabbing at your soft cheeks. His previous pathetic worshipping has since been replaced with a sadistic grin and a low voice. "The quieter you are, the faster I'll go, okay?"

You nod, eyes squeezing shut as he shoves himself into you tightly. You bite down on the silk tie as he stretches you out, that same heated coil inside of you building back up. He bottoms out, knees wobbling as you grip around his cock like a vice, but he steadies himself again, thrusting slowly. You whimper, the tie forcing you to breathe slowly and deeply.

"I wanna keep you forever," he starts, panting as he thrusts in and out of you rhythmically. "You're good luck, fuck-" he throws his head back. "You're so fucking tight", he says as he gets faster, hitting right against your spot with every movement.

You moan, and he slows down. "Nuh-uh". You can't speak, you can't make a sound without him slowing back down. He keeps talking, his voice thick with craving.

"You're gonna be my good luck charm, hm?" He slowly increases his pace again. "You're so pretty, you're so fucking- fuck, you're so pretty".

The man you had set your eyes on seemed timid, gentle, and nervous. The man laying into you right now was none of those things. He was filthy, depraved, and beautiful, fingers digging into you, as if you would ever choose to leave. Your body trembles, your eyes water, and your face feels feverish. His saccharine words drip from his mouth like honey while his hands roam over you. He grabs a handful of your tits, holding onto you close as he pounds you from behind. "Mine," he declares in your ear. "You're all mine now".

Tomura's cock sputters as he gets closer, and you can feel his thrusts get thrown off with the wave of building euphoria. Your orgasm is suffocatingly close, and he yanks the tie from your mouth. "Need to hear you," his pleading returns as he jerks rapidly into you. You take a deep, shuddering breath, reaching your hand between your legs to your neglected clit, rubbing at it. His whines and moans are getting louder, raspy and sweet-sounding. You tighten further around him, causing him to lose himself completely, and he cums, hard. His cock twitches inside of you as it coats you in sticky pearls of cum, the warmth enough to cause you to cum just as hard. His hips buckle, and your chest heaves while you both cry out for each other, the pillow beneath you tear-stained and smudged with mascara.

He peppers kisses down your spine, rocking slowly into you in the after-shock of his orgasm, mumbling the sweetest words. You flip over, and he smooths the hair out of your face gently, keeping himself inside of you, still half-hard. You trace down his chest, catching your breath as you admire him above you. He pulls out slowly, wrapping his arms around you like a prize. "Lucky" he repeats to you, blinking slowly. You soften at the sound of his voice, tired and fulfilled.

"I'll help you win tomorrow, too" you whisper to him as you kiss his nose, and he grins through the exhaustion.

"You don't have a choice now. You're mine". He sighs contentedly, stretching out on the bed. "I wasn't lying".

Your chest tightens, womb fluttering with the idea. "And what happens when you leave?"

He turns to you, thin brows furrowed. "You follow me".

And so, the game begins.

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flightyalrighty · 13 hours ago

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Being for real right now, but like what questions do you not want us to ask you about this comic cuz what you may see as rude, I/we may not see as rude.

I mean, I see asks here all the time where people ask things that are dumb, annoy you, and are repetitive, like you've mentioned many times before.

But, there's other asks where someone will be asking a question or talking about a theory they have for the story and then you respond with an aggravated response.

I guess I'm also asking to what extent are you willing to answer questions till it gets in the "that's a spoiler i don't want to spoil" zone. That's a fine line I can't see.

There's just so many different other artists out there who all have their own personal boundaries about their works just like you do and I just want to make sure that me, and anyone else can stop crossing boundaries we didn't know we were crossing. (Also it's very easy for people to get comfortable in someone else's space then move to someone else's and subconsciously assume the things are going to be the same there, yn).

(I'm just ranting after this)

Cuz from MY point of view, I've seen a lot of wholesome theories and comments about what could happen in the coming chapters or about a character and you flick them away like they shouldn't have bothered existing. And that the person who thought them up was stupid for even thinking such a thing.

And no, I don't have full references or screenshots of the asks that I'm thinking of. They're the Ivan and Sonic ones mostly.

I'm just curious about this because I thought the beauty of sharing your stories and even creating them in the first place was for people from all different lives and experiences to come together and read something and have their own points of views of said story and share their points of views of the story that they are reading/watching with the creator or the other people that enjoy SAID story.

Because people ARE going to come up with some wacky shit. That's the fun part! Even if it's neeeever going to happen or it is entirely false. I see how the whole thing with Tails and Rouge being alive or dead could have been annoying especially coming from how people were handling it. Of course! But at the same time I don't think people are crazy for thinking that Tails could be alive! (even though now you confirmed he is)

Genuinely people are grasping at straws most of the time. But there's been some where I was like "huh, okay, I see your vision". I've even tried figuring out how he could be alive myself! Because genuinely, there are a looot of storylines out there where people have pulled the "Oh no! They're dead! ... Oh yay! They're back!" card a dozen times.

So it's not crazy for people to just assume that's where this story was going to go, too. We humans go on autopilot when we think we've spotted a plot consistency. That's just the way we are sometimes. (This applies to Rouges' thing, too.)

But the people that are still waiting to this day for the big reveal that Tails is not a rotting corpse even though you've already told us the reality many many times concerns me.

Another thing-

I know that when people come up with other ideas about your story that do not in line with what you had in mind, it can make you doubt. And let me just tell you right now, even if you already know this and I'm just talking to a brick wall, I want you to know that this story is perfect. It is it's own thing that you made and no one can change that or take that from you.

People's perspectives are their perspectives. You can't please everyone. You can't satisfy our personal wants for the future of this story. What is written is written and what you've made is incredible.

There are going to be nasty people. People who are going to piss.you.off.

There are those who are going to bombard you about how they want this and that to be done. People who criticize you and your work and who believe they're the judges.

But there's also going to be people who simply appreciate what you've made. Those who want to share what they love about your stories and how it's made them feel. People who make a million theories about your story and who can be a lot, but in their core, it's just their way of expressing their love.

There's going to be people who create things for you. Those who compliment and scream with joy everytime it updates.

And just so many others out there.

I think that's the beauty of telling a story! The critiques, and the fans. The community you create. The excitement that you bring out of people when a new update comes, and the kindness and love you receive from little strangers from all over that enjoy the story you've created just as much as you do!

Idk, I just want to say that.

And just because someone's theories doesn't align with exactly what you had in mind with your story doesn't mean that you failed in telling the story you were trying to tell. It means that people just like reading between the lines even when there's nothing there. This causes conversations between fans. Good, bad, and whatever. And because of what they THOUGHT they found, it gives them even more of a shock when they find out they were wrong. Even better when the reveal is even more incredible than they could have imagined it would be. And that they discovered possibilities that you couldn't have seen yourself. Things that inspire you and others.

I've also been given the impression that you just want people to enjoy things once update at a time. Be patient. That we're going too crazy trying to get all the answers NOW instead of later. And I see that.

Cuz we all know for fact that there aren't only 16+ people here reading this comic, lol. And even for the older folks, they can still be impatient and illmamnered people who aren't any better than the 12 year olds lol.

But still, you can't expect for people to NOT create discourse and asks trying to debunk things. And from what I've deduced, this is going to be a pretty long comic. And it's what, over a year old or something? And the patrons are many chapters ahead of us, only with the script, though. So from where we're at, I'm assuming this story is going to take a good chunk of years till the end. I genuinely have no idea what the length of this story is going to be.

But yeah, anyway, there's gonna be a lot of discourse between here and then. Discourse you might not want. It's just to be expected. But I wish you all the luck for the coming future of this comic!

Also, I'm sorry If I sounded like an a-hole at all during this. That was not my intent nor was I trying to be anything like that. I'm genuinely curious how you view all of this and I want to make sure I don't upset you. I'm also just confused about a lot of things in this space. But I'm learning!

Thank you, kudos ❤️

Well, yeah, when you send me a massive tone-policing lecture about how I choose to answer asks within my inbox, that does, in fact, make you kinda an asshole.

"Cuz from MY point of view, I've seen a lot of wholesome theories and comments about what could happen in the coming chapters or about a character and you flick them away like they shouldn't have bothered existing. And that the person who thought them up was stupid for even thinking such a thing."

- Well, without any actual evidence to confirm this, there's no way for me to know what you're even talking about here. Kinda just seems like you're putting words in my mouth.

"I guess I'm also asking to what extent are you willing to answer questions till it gets in the "that's a spoiler i don't want to spoil" zone. That's a fine line I can't see."

- If answering a question, no matter how I answered it, could spoil the comic (answering honestly or coyly or lying), then I simply don't answer it. Sorry to all the folks that have sent stuff before that I straight up couldn't answer. I won't be answering "will [Character] appear in Infested?" questions with anything other than a joke. Tbh, I'd avoid reaching for spoilers in the first place because, like, I'm not going to spoil my comic.

"But, there's other asks where someone will be asking a question or talking about a theory they have for the story and then you respond with an aggravated response.", "They're the Ivan and Sonic ones mostly."

- Yeah, so the thing about all of those "Oh! Sonic killed Ivan instead of Tails!" theories is that the readers saying those things are proving to me that they haven't been paying attention -- Both to the comic, itself, and to what I have been directly saying. They are missing big key signs that this didn't happen, like the fact that this is a flashback to two days ago so why would Sonic be dripping in fresh blood when he and Shadow find each other? Why would Sonic be covered in little orange hairs? Why would the last thing Sonic remembers be being "with Tails"? Why would the author of this comic be constantly talking about how Tails's death is one of the most important events in the entire story? Or how this is a Story About Grief. Like, yeah, I'm gonna get a little snippy if after all of that people are still insisting Sonic killed Ivan instead of Tails (or both). I didn't want to have to spell it out. I see so much of this theory, too. On here, and on Bluesky, and on Comicfury. It sucks, dawg.

"But still, you can't expect for people to NOT create discourse and asks trying to debunk things."

- I am not a massive team of people making a commercial product. I am a single person making a passion project that people keep alive via donations. Trying to DING my comic Cinema-Sins-Style, DIRECTLY AT ME, while the comic is still an ongoing thing and not a complete story is seriously rude. Like, keep that conversation within your friend groups, please. Shoot the gun in the air, not at my face. You gain nothing from trying to "outsmart" me.

Anyway,

EDIT: It didn't save my formatting at ALL so I've done my best to fix it to make it less confusing.

#asks #Anonymous #infested asks #hall of infamy

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sweetstrawberryys · 2 days ago

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"House Rules"

Summary: When boredom strikes and Captain John Price is deployed for weeks at a time, his sweet, clever wife proposes starting an OnlyFans account to pass the time. John—predictably—loses his damn mind. But underneath the protectiveness is a man desperate to understand her needs. A compromise must be made. Boundaries are drawn. And maybe, just maybe, the captain learns to loosen his grip... just a little.

Rating: Swearing,light D/s themes, possessiveness, domestic fluff, emotional vulnerability, playful kink-coded tension, no explicit content.

Masterlist

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John comes home early.

You don't hear the door open, but you feel the shift of the air—the heavy press of boots in the hallway, the thick scent of leather and nicotine and oakmoss cologne that clings to him like duty.

You're on the couch in his hoodie, legs bare, laptop open in your lap. Lazy. Warm. Comfortable.

Until he steps into the room and freezes.

"What the hell is that?"

Your heart skips, not from fear, but from the tone in his voice—that gravelly, tight-lipped fury he saves for the battlefield or bureaucrats who waste his time.

You glance up and smile, nonchalant. "Hi, babe. Missed you."

His eyes are locked on your screen.

And the words on it.

How to Start an OnlyFans When You're Married

He doesn’t say anything. Just stares.

You snap the laptop shut, lips twitching.

"You're home early."

"You were going to what, exactly?"

You set the laptop down and stand. "I wasn't going to do anything without talking to you first. I just... got curious. I was bored."

"Bored enough to sell pictures of yourself online?"

You cross your arms, not in defense, but defiance. "It wouldn't be like that. It'd be tasteful. Fun. Anonymous. Maybe outfits or theme shoots, not even showing my face—"

"Absolutely not."

His voice booms. Final. Commanding.

You frown, heat rising in your chest. "Why not?"

"Because you're mine, and I don't share. Not your face. Not your body. Not your fucking elbows, if it comes to that."

You blink. "Elbows?"

"You’d be surprised what the internet gets off to."

You want to laugh. You don't.

Because under all that anger, you see it—fear. Insecurity. He knows he can't always be here, can't always give you what you need. And you're resourceful. Curious. Hungry for attention.

"John," you say softly, stepping closer. "I'm not trying to replace you. I just... I get lonely. I want to feel sexy. Desired. Not just a wife waiting for scraps when you're gone."

His jaw flexes.

And then he looks at you—really looks at you.

"You feel like that?"

You nod. "Sometimes. I don’t want someone else. I just want to feel... alive."

He exhales. Long. Heavy.

You expect another no.

Instead:

"Sit down. Show me what you were reading."

You blink.

"What?"

He motions to the couch. "If we're talking about this, we're doing it together."

You sit side by side, his arm around your shoulders as you scroll.

He hums thoughtfully. Disapprovingly. Occasionally grumbles.

But he listens.

"No face," he mutters. "No names. Nothing anyone could trace."

You glance at him. "So... is that a yes?"

He gives you a look. One brow raised. "It’s a maybe."

"Progress," you whisper, grinning.

"If I agree," he continues, "I'm the one taking the photos. I'm the one uploading. You don’t answer DMs. You don’t even touch the app without me."

Your stomach flips.

"What if they want a video?"

His eyes narrow. "Then you tell them your husband’s the director and he doesn’t work for free."

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It starts with outfits.

A little black dress. A silky robe. One of his old dress shirts buttoned halfway down.

He sets up the lighting with military precision. Inspects angles. Tests shadows.

"We need a backlight for depth. Maybe a fan to get your hair moving."

"John, this isn't Vogue."

"No. It’s better. It’s you."

Your cheeks heat. He doesn’t even realize how sweet he sounds.

He takes the photos with a photographer’s eye and a possessive husband's heart.

You pose. He directs. You tease. He groans.

But nothing crosses the line. No nudity. No flirtatious captions.

Just moody, artsy shots. Beautiful and distant.

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One night, you find him in the living room at 1AM, hunched over a light reflector, muttering about shutter speed.

"You okay?"

He looks up, bleary-eyed. "Just trying to get the lighting right for that backlit silhouette shot we talked about. Need to order a diffuser. Maybe two."

You blink. "John. Are you... stress-shopping photography gear?"

"No. I’m preparing. There’s a difference."

You snort.

He glances at you, sheepish. "I might be... enjoying this."

You walk over and kiss his temple. "Yeah, I noticed."

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The account grows. Quietly. Anonymously. Beautifully.

But it’s still just the two of you behind the camera.

Your husband. Your partner. Your biggest fan.

And suddenly, you don’t feel so bored anymore.

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rotting-ink · 2 days ago

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Mad heir RO’s reactions to an mc that has a habit of just walking around naked?

as a treaT YOU GET OLL TOO, I DID IT ON PURPOSE I PROMMI BRAIN BROKEN

A von Mejer: "Cover up! Other people live with you!" Throws clothes at them and stomps off, deeply flustered. Filled with annoyance, wants to punch them so bad for this but also... Yknow. No. Horrible beast.

C von Mejer: "Ah? We do a bit of this at home. Normally by the seaside. Cover yourself a bit, it's cold here." Gently gives them a shawl, but otherwise doesn't seem all that concerned. Will be when Ivarsson comes home, and will usher them upstairs to get dressed.

J Braitwaite: Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Should be used to this by now. But god, their frayed nerves are going to snap any day now. Going to absent mindedly chide you, its cold out, you'll step on a splinter, your father will see you, etc, but going to more or less ignore it.

Bryn Heron: They are going to be fucking chased off the property by Braithwaite. Going to be looking into the windows whatever chance they have, or smoking under your window, waiting. Likes it. Obviously. Peeking tom.

H Angelov:... Hm. Well, this does endear them to go through with the sale really. Smart too. Their country's weather is all the warmer than... Whatever this is. Good way to acclimatize. Going to raise their glass to you whenever you traipse past them, more entertained than anything. Also nice preview of... Ah. Ahem.

Bonus:

Ivarsson: You are so lucky he has a bad leg. Would chase you upstairs and scold you till the cows came home.

Grandpa: Girl same.

BONUS THAT WAS INTENDED HEHE, NOT A MISTAKE:

(Treating it as if they're wandering around their room/rooms not in main spaces. Tsarina would blast them into space or give them a stern talking to, depending on the MC)

Arkasha: Whoaw. Look, they're used to seeing people naked, most of the servants downstairs share a washroom and most keep their doors open to their bedrooms. Knows a body. What it looks like. But they are always going to be stunned into silence at any naked part of the MC, nevermind ALL of it. Doesn't say anything, just quietly carries on, but they are looking. Intently. Will quietly excuse themself to go back to their room later. Oof. Keep in mind, they have most definitely seen the Servant's body before, but it keeps on enthralling them.

Dasha: Finds it... Strangely cute? Just wandering around their rooms, feeling at ease to go a ambling. Can't help the smile, but would only really make side comments, "Fire too warm? I could just get someone to tend to it." or "Hm. It seems like it is quite... Nippy. Ahem."

Sasha: Oh dear. Will wander over and be unable to cease the pawing. "Is this a trend abroad/downstairs? Keep it just here though." Will most probably join the MC in this, happy to strip down to NEXT to nothing, or nothing at all. Just enjoys watching the MC most of all but some days will pounce on them when the mood strikes.

Priest J: Finds it... Cute. Will gently quiz about it, smile gently but something hungry lingering along their teeth. "Do you enjoy the freedom it brings? Or is it something else? Attention or gratification?" Interested. Does like it when they get to touch the MC in someway, with a hand on their back, MC on their knee, fingers against the neck. Fleeting.

Pavel: Freaks out. Immediately turns out, stiff as a board... In more than one way. Asks them to wear SOMETHING during their chat and then will flee. Is used to nudity, hell, he's been on a battlefield for most of his adult life. But it's different when it's from someone he has.... Tender feelings for? Nope. Does bring with a fur coat to have them wear whenever he comes to talk.

The Aide: Another day in fecking paradise, innit.

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whileinthe80s · 3 days ago

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THE OLD GUARD 2 ❤️‍🩹

First thoughts

I DON'T THINK I'LL EVER RECOVER FROM THAT ENDING IT FELT LIKE MY HEART STOPPED OR SOMETHING. That aside.I can say it was an overall enjoyable watch but that's not enough yall. Had to turn a blind eye on some major unsatisfying plot points. Im glad that everyone had a decent amount of time on screen. Not a lot of complaints there.

Booker dying was fucking horrible and Andy had to watch!!? that shit was heartwrenching, but it was totally expected from booker. I knew he was gonna pull some shit like that the moment he got that immortal lore from Tuah. It's sad to see booker go but he TRULY AND FINALLY made his choice. It would have been nice to see him take his time with it though. His reality to him was a hellscape so what he did feels fitting. It did feel a bit rushed (like every thing else in the movie) because its something I knew he would do but it really didn't have to happen so quick. Especially after they've decided to leave the story unfinished. Could've given the man some time with it.

Tuah is great. he's only really a segway for the immortal history plot line so that's about it.

JOE AND NICKY MY SWEET SWEET JOE AND NICKY.. I was honestly just extremely happy to see them again. Love that they were being goofy. Love that Nickys immediate instinct when Joe said he wanted to be alone was to follow him because he knew when he was hiding something. I think that's a nice little acknowledgement of they're centuries together because I believe if Joe was saying he wanted sometime alone to just be by himself nicky would know that too. (Nicky would probably also know that Joe would never even want such a thing as to "be alone" sooo). The conversation they had about them possibly ending was cool. Wish it was a bit longer though.( or its probably just me never having enough joexnicky). Them driving was HOT. Had to say it like damn.

ANDROMAQUYNH IS HEREE!!...I enjoyed their developments. Totally would have loved to see how Quynh navigated her rage if she hadn't immediately connected with Discord. But Discord found her so i guess that was never meant to happen. (Andy getting her immortality back is great and all now who's gonna give it to Quynh🫠. The whole transferring immortality thing is crazy af tbh.)

Discord feels a bit unfinished. Like how did she lose her immortality. The whole shift in the story of immortality itself is quiet unsteady tbh. Like do you only ever lose your immortality if you get wounded by the last immortal? If that's the case, Lykon???. Or is their initial concept of death coming unexpectedly to all living things still on the table and the thing with the last immortal just speeds up the process.

Nile is still cool af. Love to see her taking charge. Her finding a Weapon was cool!!. But again there really wasn't much room in the movie for any deep personal development moments. Something was always going on so we missed out on that from Nile aswell.

There's a lot left unanswered and the movie just ended at THE most worrying point. Really for a second thought i could see the fam in a happy ending (minus booker💔). They took that from us.

I'm just suppppper happy they're back. And I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the movie. Sure it has some rough edges and were allowed to be upset about these characters that we love but honestly I'm good. Our worst case scenario has been averted. It sucks that we've waited 5 years and now we have to wait again for god knows how long. ( maybe we won't even have to wait if neflix chooses to not renew it for a third🤡 but honestly who the fuck leaves a franchise like in a fully unfinished state. they MUST renew it right right right????!??!? can't even call it a cliffhanger its simply an unfinished story so they must.)

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rrayaton · 1 day ago

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Hi there, do you have any ideas for romantic P x reader headcanons? (⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡⁠)

I sure do!!

I wish I could write him as if he were an actual human and not as a puppet 😞 anyways

He wants you to read to him! Sometimes he'll hand you a book and look at you, expecting you to stop everything and read to him

Now I know we never see anyone at the hotel sitting down and having meals together but let's just say they do. P would always sit right next to you, now he doesn't need to eat but you do! And he makes sure you eat EVERYTHING on your plate, if he feels like you haven't eaten enough then he will grab you more food and expect you to eat it all and he isn't letting you leave until you've eaten enough

If you ever talk to anyone at the hotel then he is always lurking nearby, waiting for your attention to turn towards him

I see Gemini being his wingman! He probably whispers to P before he goes and talks to you like "say this or do this"

Gemini: "Okay pal, I know you like this person but you can't expect them to know what you want if you won't tell them! And you can't keep handing them books expecting them to read to you"

He will show you everything he gets on his missions, like his new weapons, the new outfit he found, some random parts for his legion arm, this rare ergo.. he loves showing you everything!

I see him finding random scraps and parts and giving them to you, because he needs it for his body, so he also thinks you need it for your body

Gemini: "No pal, they don't need that part, they can't even use it for themselves"

He would prefer if you stay inside the hotel. It's dangerous out there and he doesn't want you to get hurt, he doesn't even like you going out into the courtyards! But if you keep bugging him then he'll take you outside. Okay it's been 5 minutes, time to go back into the hotel!

the hotel occupants, especially Venigni, always comment on yours and P's relationship. They find it very cute and Veningi might say something like: "ahh romance is still in the air! at it's most finest too!"

Pinocchio might try and hug you when he's covered in grease, oil, blood or anything else he's gotten all over him

He will also pout if you ever try and move away from him (I swear we want to hug you but CLEAN YOURSELF!!)

He will give you flowers, most likely from the flower pots and gardens. But you appreciate the gesture (I see him grabbing the flowers that you've put in a vase and handing them back to you, not knowing that it was you who put them there)

You know how P runs arounds and finds pieces of clothing with the trinity keys? He finds you clothes too. He mainly searches in drawers and abandoned houses, Sometimes they'll come back a little dirty which makes you start to worry

You: "P.. did you take these clothes off of someone's dead body??"

Uhh no.. he totally didn't...

I see him presenting everything he finds for you like: "Look what I found!"

He loves it when you play with his hair, he sits in between your lap and just lets you run your fingers through his hair, brush his hair, give him a new hairstyle

And he won't take it out, ever! He's keeping his hair exactly how you did it. And if it gets messy then he'd want you to redo it for him

He also likes playing with your hair, he might only know how to brush it but if you let him, then he'll put a tiny bow in your hair.

Well more like a thousand. If you give him any hair accessories then you bet he's trying to put all of them in your hair!

If he see's you lying down then he's plopping himself on top of you

This man has no idea about personal space. If he see's you sitting on a chair or couch then he's sitting down right next to you. You're playing with Spring? He sees it as an invitation to sit right next to you and put his head on your lap

He watches you do anything and everything. He'll watch you draw and might try and join in, he sees you reading then he's wanting you to read to him, he sees you folding clothes or helping cook then he's joining in.

I reckon if you ever taught him how to write then he's writing your name. He's the type to put both your initials in a heart and show it to you, I see him drawing you two as stick figures holding hands with a heart around the two of you.

Omg if he were to read a romance book then he's going right over to you and points at different sentences indicating "this is so us"

He's just such an innocent romantic guy who would love his partner to bits. I should stop here before I write for hours on end. Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy :)

#lies of p #lies of p dlc #lies of p overture #lop #lies of p pinocchio #lies of p x reader #lop pinocchio

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el-bibi · 7 hours ago

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Accidentally viral, possibly in love│Mick Schumacher

plot: A clip of them together goes viral, sparking ship rumors that might be closer to the truth than they think. Everyone around them sees it, but they just can’t admit they’re in love. Until one night, it finally cracks.

pairing: mick schumacher x childhood best friend!ofc

words count: 2.2k

A/N: hello helloo! I'm back with my dear Mick, I know he's not among the most known drivers, but I honestly can't imagine anyone else for this story. Hope you'll like it!

"Ugh, why do I have to come golfing? You know I suck at it." Amalia rolled her eyes, making Mick and Charlie chuckle. Her dear best friend had had the brilliant idea to film his weekend for his YouTube channel, so there she was stuck in Mick's car with his videomaker and his brother-in-law, Iain.

"Because. Don't you want to spend some time with me? I haven't seen you since New Year's." Mick said, turning to his right to look at her whilst they waited at a red light.

"God, don't remind me of that night," she chuckled. She had been drunk off her arse and could still barely remember anything.

"That's why you need golfing, you need to touch some grass." Iain teased from the backseat.

"I'll make you touch some grass if you keep talking."

Amalia was like that, she was the nicest person you could know, but once she got comfortable with you, you weren't escaping her sassyness. She always had a joke or a witty remark to say, which Mick secretly loved. Actually, there wasn't really anything about her that he didn't like.

Their friendship went way back, when she had to move to Switzerland for her mother's job and had met a shy blond kid in her new school. That shy kid turned out to be one of her closest friends, and probably the only one that always stuck around, no matter what.

When Mick started racing at a professional level, she moved back to Spain, her father's country, which led them to meet up less frequently, but their friendship remained. A silent, yet constant presence in their lives. She knew many of Mick's friends and often hung out with them, like during summer trips or winter holidays.

It was a well-known fact that Mick liked to keep his life private, so Amalia had always remained tucked away in a corner of his heart, away from the horrendous spotlight that surrounded the man's life, yet always watching him from afar.

The group finally made it to the golf course and the weather wasn't the best.

"Oh, no, I forgot my cap at home." She groaned, the wind making her hair go anywhere but where she wanted it to.

"Take this, dummy," Mick handed her his beanie, giving her one of his usual scolding but affectionate looks. He didn't need to make big moves to show her he cared, they both knew that. Yet he kept reminding her with little gestures, giving her his beanie, adding lemon to her tea because 'sugar made her teeth hurt', her words.

"Thanks," she smiled up at him and put it on, already getting some relief from that nasty headache that was building up.

Amalia spent most of the time behind the camera with Charlie or making jokes about Mick's golfing ability. She didn't really need to show herself in the video, among them four everyone knew she was just a friend and she didn't really care about what other people might think.

They kept filming the following day, even though it was only to show Mick's training, and that's where Amalia appeared on screen. Mick had taken a liking into martial arts lately and had even started taking lessons of Jiu Jitsu. However, sometimes he just asked her to come over since she was a black belt in Kick Boxing and had offered to teach him a thing or two.

"No, idiot, you're gonna hurt yourself if you turn that way." She chuckled, looking at his poor attempt at a backwards roll. "You need to put your legs on the same side, otherwise you'll hurt your neck."

"Jesus, I didn't remember you being so annoying," he smiled and rolled his eyes playfully.

Charlie kept recording it all, even when they sparred or took a break. It was right during their break that Mick had an idea.

"Why don't you introduce yourself? At least they know who's beating me up."

"I'm not beating you up," she chuckled and then looked at Charlie, as if to get his approval, he was the one recording after all. Charlie gave her a nod and grabbed the camera, turning it on and pointing it at Amalia's face.

"Hi, I'm Amalia and I'm a close friend of Mick's. Aside from being his emotional support for the last fifteen years, I've also started teaching him how to defend himself. You know, just in case some crazy fan decides to attack him."

"You just had to say that, eh?" Mick chuckled, going to stand beside her and ruffling her hair. "All jokes aside, she's a black belt so I couldn't really choose anyone better." He said, smiling down at her.

"Don't flatter me, Schumacher," she rolled her eyes, although she couldn't keep the smile from her face.

"I'm not flattering, it's the truth."

They looked each other in the eyes, maybe for a beat too long, but neither of them noticed that. However, someone else did, Charlie. He hadn't known Amalia for much, but filming her and Mick's interactions felt like recording two siblings and two lovers at the same time. The constant teasing, the almost imperceptible glances that could tell a hundred stories, that showed how much they cared for one another.

The next thing on the list was skydiving. Growing up, they'd done it quite a few times together so Amalia wasn't against it when Mick proposed the activity.

"I promise you, Charlie, if I haven't gotten hurt whilst diving, no one can." Amalia said whilst Mick drove them to the skydiving centre.

"Yeah, she's got a record of getting hurt in the most random situations, but not when she does something dangerous."

"Tell you what, I once twisted my ankle on a swing," she laughed softly.

"Good thing you're laughing about it, then." Charlie said from behind the camera.

"Yeah, she somehow managed to walk for a kilometre after that." Mick added, shooting her another of his playful scolding looks.

That afternoon they ended up doing a few jumps and then they went back home. Since Amalia didn't have a place in Switzerland, Mick had told her to stay at his place, like he had done many other times.

"What do you want for dinner?" She asked from his couch, Angie lying on her lap and keeping her warm.

"Anything you want is fine, just don't overdo it, you know my diet." He said as he walked out of the bathroom dressed in comfy clothes. He had taken a shower and his hair was still damp.

"Chicken with veggies?" She asked, hoping he had something decent in his fridge.

"That's fine," he nodded, heading to the kitchen to grab the ingredients.

They cooked together, like they had done countless times, with music filling the room along with their shared laughter. As much as Mick tried to show himself on social media, he never did it completely. No one knew the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when Amalia made a joke, or the way his dimples showed when she did something as simple as talking. No one knew how bad he had fallen for her, not even Mick or Amalia themselves, they were too oblivious to notice.

Things started changing when the vlog was uploaded and Amalia started seeing clips of it go viral on social media. Those clips all had one thing in common: she was in them. And the comments all said the same things: 'who is she?', 'god, the way he looks at her', 'he's always smiling around her'.

She kept those comments to herself, his fans didn't know her like Mick did, those comments were just people's impressions of her, right…? Then why did she feel like they were true? Every time she watched one of those videos, her stomach fluttered. From an external point of view, their friendship looked more like a relationship minus the affection. The looks, the banter, the smiles. It was all there. And maybe, it had always been there.

She eventually had to go back to her job and told Mick she'd be visiting during the summer break. Over the next two months she busied herself with work, probably to get her mind off those stupid feelings she was catching. He was her best friend, it made no sense. He had always been there, why was she falling for him just now?

Mick's turn to ask himself those questions came on a quiet summer night. He had invited her to his villa in Mallorca and they had spent the whole day on a boat with some friends. He had been feeling down since he got up and tried to hide it. Their friends had believed it, but Amalia saw through his lies, like always. She kept checking in on him quietly, making sure he ate properly and didn't rot on the sunbed, always finding a dumb excuse to bring him out of his shell.

"What's going on? You've been quiet all day." She asked once it was just the two of them on the balcony.

"I'm just tired I guess," he shrugged.

"Mick, don't lie to me," she sighed softly.

"It's nothing, Lia, seriously."

Lia, that was the nickname he had given her as kids. He knew she hated her name, she said it sounded old-fashioned.

"Mick Junior—"

"Alright, I'll tell you," he chuckled, his middle name always making him cringe. "What would you do if you wanted to do something really bad but couldn't?" He asked in a hushed tone.

"Couldn't how? You're not able to? Or something's stopping you?"

"Both," he whispered. "Just, something that's completely wrong yet it's all you want."

"Are we talking about something or someone?"

Mick remained silent for a moment. She had always been clever, always reading through his words as if she was holding a magnifier.

"Someone," he let out a heavy breath, leaning back against the railing and looking up at the stars.

"Is it someone that I know?" She raised an eyebrow. "I don't think I've ever seen you like this for a girl."

"I… yeah, you might know her." He nodded.

At that confirmation, something stirred inside her. Was she not the center of his attention anymore? Who was she?

"Care to share her name?"

"Amalia…" he sighed softly.

"What? I just asked you her name," she frowned, too deep into her overthinking to realise the truth.

"I told you," he smirked, looking back at her.

"You didn't— oh."

"Yeah."

Amalia averted her eyes, looking out onto the pitch black water.

"Say something, Lia," he muttered. "I know we've been friends forever and trust me, I hate this as much as you do."

"You think I hate you for catching feelings?" She looked at him, her eyes holding a rare vulnerability, one that only he could see.

"I- it could ruin everything," he said quietly. "Besides, I know you wholeheartedly despise men." He chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood.

"You know damn well I could never despise you." She rolled her eyes.

"Still, it'd be complicated," he shook his head, trying to keep his hands from reaching for her as she stood in front of him.

"Why? We know each other already, we're just missing the romantic things."

"Well, actually, we've already gone on dates and slept in the same bed. Doesn't that count?" He smiled softly. Maybe it would be easier than he thought.

"See?" She returned his smile. "What's stopping you?"

He shrugged, he didn't know anymore. She was there in front of him, so close he could smell her perfume that always made his head turn. She took a step closer, her hands brushing his like they'd done many times. His eyes shifted to her lips, shiny under the moonlight and so kissable. His hands reached for her waist, pulling her close as if he needed her to breathe, and in some way, he did.

Her arms laced lazily around his neck, her hands running through his soft hair like she'd done many other times. Yet something felt different now, they felt closer, and not just physically. One of his hands reached up to cup her cheek, pulling her impossibly close.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered on her lips.

"Can't," she murmured, her eyes fluttering close when their lips finally met.

It wasn't rushed, they took their time, as if they had been waiting since forever, which, for the record, might have been true. Her hands ran through his hair, shamelessly messing them up as his lips chase after hers, never ever getting enough. When they had to pull away due to lack of breath, they were both flushed and panting.

"Did we seriously do that?" He said, smiling incredulously.

"Mh, I'm not sure, we should try again."

Mick shook his head and kissed her again, harder this time, with more confidence. Amalia hummed against his lips as he picked her up, blindly carrying her to the lower deck and into his cabin.

"You're perfect," he whispered, lying next to her on the bed.

"Look who's talking," she smiled and stroked his cheek. As she looked down at his lips, she realised she was already addicted to them and he knew right there and then that he couldn't get enough. Ever.

The end.

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