#i like the idea of them sleeping together in pavilion but not in any intimate way

[theeyeofeverything]

Yi does not like to be touched (by one person in particular that follows his every move and trying insert himself into his life)

Close ups under the cut

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[vonderrful]

I don’t really remember too much of the semantics or whatever about how it all started. This semester fall is what I’m speaking of, but I do remember how things shifted when he got my number when I gave him my number once that started happening it was no longer justice in my brain crush that was unfathomable. It was palpable at this point, and I could like touch it. I had access to him. I had intimacy towards him. You know it wasn’t like OK if I wanted to talk to Him Have someone else reach out to him on my behalf no now I could talk to you reach out to you intimately because you have my number and I have yours so that’s how it started. I kept having communication but it started feeling like OK. Here’s your chance. Let’s talk about something. Ask me how my day was. Ask me what’s my favorite color he never took any of those opportunities And I think at those moments I wasn’t thinking much of it. Yes, I was thinking about it. crazy, but I had other stuff going on fast forward to Thanksgiving week now I am trying to be with family and he reaches out to me. I was thinking about him, but I was with family. He was like the last thing on my mind and literally when he texted me, I was with my grandmother and I started smiling. I’m like oh my God it’s him And you know I played it cool and everything cause I wanted to ask him to hang out you know when I come back into town and he said yes and one thing I said out to me about that is that he said yes before I even told him he was coming, so that was really sweet and I thought that was another moment to like, bring us in closer as far as being friends There’s so many little nuggets of like why I think the way that I do and I don’t think that I’m off. I don’t think I’m off basis. I don’t think that I’m far-fetched on the idea of us being together and us connecting. So with the Friendsgiving thing, it was very cute. Our relationship is very cute right now you know he hit me up when I was out of town and he was just kind of like oh can you help me out with this? Also, I know you guys were talking about Trueblood so on and so forth, but I like I am telling you if he did not hit me up then he wouldn’t of came and I would’ve felt really bad because I would’ve wanted him to come so bad so it’s like perfect cause I wouldn’t have reached out to him. You know what I’m saying I just wouldn’t have you know cause I wouldn’t of known the the temperature of the relationship. I just wouldn’t have known where it was going like that so I just wouldn’t have reached out to him, but by him asking me that I was able to ask him that so that was so much fun. We had a great time when he was there. I think he’s really sweet. I think he’s really nice and I love the side of me that he brings out yeah and I was like thanks for even considering he’s like thanks for inviting me. Oh my God he drove my car. He’s a sweetie. Also, what else?

So that Friday they went home and you know for me. I just kind of wanted to talk with him. I want to know I wanna know about him and I do know. I just didn’t wanna do too much so I just ended up going to sleep, but I texted him that morning and you know I was just on delivered so we go to school and we go to school and my thing is the cracks in it is I want I think about him a lot, and I don’t know if he thinks about me as much I know I feel like I guess we can get to a point to where he thinks about me, but I don’t know not as much not enough to text me not enough to kind of wanna hang you know not enough to Push for me to be around more than that leaves me uncertain about where we stand like I literally wanted to kind of cry when I didn’t get to see him at the pavilion like literally we’re going around looking. It’s just like all this was specifically for him like I can see them any other time, but I wanted to see Him and then he was just like oh I’m gonna be busy this week or whatever whatever so it’s just kind of like a I literally was going crazy that weekend he was in my brain constantly. I was thinking about us and you know us being Smallville type vibes and you know I was obsessed, but I played a call. I didn’t do anything crazy and I waited until Monday or one of those days of the next week to soon and it was such a good idea. I love that I texted him and got the ball rolling.

[datheetjoella]

Fantober 2020, Day 21: Dreams

Author: DatHeetJoella Fandom: Free! Pairing: MakoHaru Rating: T Part: 21/31 (read the full collection here) Word count: 1,109 Tags: Canonverse, Established Relationship, Fluff, Future Plans Read at: AO3, FFn, or right here!

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Soft light poured through the curtains of their bedroom, but what woke Haruka up was the feeling of a sweet kiss being pressed against his forehead. When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by Makoto's warm smile, his skin glowing golden with sunshine. What a wonderful view to start the day off with.

"Good morning," Makoto murmured as he carded his fingers through Haruka's black locks. His blunt nails felt so delightful against his scalp Haruka was tempted to close his eyes again and drift back to sleep for a little while longer.

"Morning," he said instead, clenching his jaw to suppress a yawn, "What time is it?"

"Almost nine-fifteen."

Haruka's eyebrows were raised in surprise. While Makoto was one to sleep in on the weekends, Haruka had always been an early bird and got up around eight, eight-thirty max. He'd been so deep in slumber that if it weren't for Makoto's loving gesture, he probably would've slept until noon.

"It's rare for you to sleep for so long," Makoto said, "Were you having a nice dream?"

The remnants of it were vague but hadn't completely dispelled yet. "Yeah, we were on a boat."

"A boat? Like a cruise ship or a luxurious yacht?"

"No, a fisherman's boat, like the one Coach Sasabe had," Haruka said, "We were out on the open sea with no land in sight."

"That sounds more like a nightmare to me," Makoto chuckled softly, careful not to disturb the blanket of serenity that enveloped them.

"It was a good dream. We were catching horse mackerels and it was a lot of fun. You weren't scared at all," Haruka said. Even if dream-Makoto had been scared, dream-Haruka would've protected him. He wouldn't let anything bad happen to Makoto, whether it was in reality or not. "We caught a lot of fish and ate them right away."

"Just like that? Raw and alive?" When Haruka nodded, Makoto grimaced. "How was this a good dream again?"

Despite waking up less than five minutes ago, Haruka snorted. "They were raw and alive, but the instant we bit into them, they turned perfectly salt-grilled. It was delicious, I can still taste it now."

"Ah," Makoto said in understanding, "I'd offer to make you some, but I'm not even confident in my mackerel cooked in miso, let alone salt-grilled mackerel."

"It's alright, I'll make some myself later," Haruka said, then he sighed, "It's a shame I can't go fishing for them, though. That would be a lot easier."

"If you could, I don't think you would ever leave that boat, would you? You'd have everything you need: an endless supply of mackerel and more than enough water to swim in, without anyone else around to bother you."

At first thought, that did seem like a dream scenario, but Haruka shook his head. "You'd be too scared," he said in response to Makoto's frown. "And then we couldn't have any cats."

"You're right," Makoto said, the gentle smile resurfacing. "I guess it would be impossible after all. Living on a boat isn't exactly what I'd envision for the future anyway."

Although Makoto and he had never explicitly discussed their future plans, Haruka was certain they were on the same page about it. Nevertheless, he couldn't help but ask, "What do you envision, then?"

For once, a somewhat bashful look appeared on Makoto's face, his cheeks dusted rosy. "Well, in the near future, I would like for us to get married, if it's possible. I want to live in Tokyo for at least a few more years, but eventually, I'd like to move back to Iwatobi. To have our own house between the mountains, with a large garden and a seaside view."

Haruka could already imagine it. They'd have a small and intimate ceremony at the beach or a beautifully decorated pavilion, with all their dearest friends and family members present. After they got married, they'd stay in Tokyo for their careers, but once they were both tired of the pressure of the swimming world, they'd move back to Iwatobi. They'd buy a house similar to the ones they grew up in, with bushes of hydrangeas lined up around the porch and a large cherry tree planted in the back. Perhaps they'd even have space for a small vegetable garden, where he could grow fresh yams and onions. The prospect brought a smile to his face.

"We'd have at least a couple of cats and we'd also take care of all the stray cats in the area and…" Makoto trailed off almost hesitantly, "maybe we could even raise a family together."

Makoto's voice was small when he said it, as if he was embarrassed for even daring to broach the subject. Haruka raised his hand and rubbed over Makoto's arm to let him know it was alright.

Admittedly, it wasn't something Haruka had put much thought into prior to now. But knowing how Makoto was with not only his little siblings but also with all the children at his part-time job, it didn't come as a surprise that he had thought about it. The idea was a bit overwhelming to Haruka, but not appalling. This was a matter for at least a decade from now and he didn't know how he'd feel about the topic when he was older. He wasn't quite sure what their options would be, if they'd even have any options, but he wasn't opposed to at least considering it.

"Maybe we could," Haruka said as he drew circles on Makoto's skin with his fingertips.

A small smile graced Makoto's features. "It's not like we have to decide on anything right now."

"We'll talk about it when the time comes." To seal the promise, Haruka pressed a long, loving kiss to Makoto's mouth. "In the meanwhile, have you had any interesting, exciting dreams recently?"

Makoto pursed his lips in contemplation. "Not that I can remember, but that's okay," he said as he pulled Haruka tighter against himself. "I'm already living the dream anyway."

The instant the words got through to him, Haruka's cheeks heated and he averted his head, but he didn't push Makoto away. How could he when Makoto voiced what was engraved inside his heart? He had to force himself to say it, but he had vowed he'd be more open about his feelings. "Me too."

A large hand cupped his face, drawing him back to Makoto's lips and Haruka gladly kissed him once more, his chest overflowing with warmth.

As long as the first thing he saw in the morning was Makoto's beautiful face, then every day was bound to be a dream come true.

[kiruuuuu]

Maestro/Jackal oneshot in which Jackal feels left out even though he really isn’t. (Rating G, hurt/comfort, ~1.3k words) - written for @thedragonsarealive again! :) 💛

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“You know your sister loves this bread, I can’t believe I was so clumsy, shame on me, look what I’ve done!”

It’s the night before Berenice’s wedding and, as expected, Maestro has both hands full with putting out fires left and right. Ottaviano has grown out of his suit, Giovanni and his wife had a heated fight over something or other and Romina was forced to make some last minute adjustments to the seating, to name only a few – as the eldest, Maestro is consulted frequently and his opinions valued highly, which would be flattering if it didn’t mean that he has to continuously babysit some of his younger siblings and/or their offspring. He’s starting to feel like his mother with how often he gets names wrong in the cramped Martello residence, and now even she has added to the pile of near-catastrophes.

She’s agonising over a yeast dough meant to slow rise for 48 hours, developing lots of beautiful air bubbles which render the bread fluffy and soft on the inside, whereas olive oil makes the outside deliciously crunchy. And she dropped it. After deflating, there’s only a sad-looking mixture left which would probably bake into a rock hard slab more akin to crispbread.

“Mamma, it’s okay, don’t worry about it”, Maestro hastens to assure her and takes the bowl out of her hands to erase the evidence. “I’ve done this before. You can just make a new dough and let it rise until we bake it tomorrow, out in the open. The warmth speeds up the process, believe me – and Berenice will be much too distracted to notice. I promise. It’s fine.” Ignoring her dejected frown, he quickly jots down detailed instructions and hands them over. “Here, do this and it’ll come out perfect.”

“I’m not convinced”, his mother states, unsurprisingly, “but I will try. I’m just angry at myself.”

“Don’t be, it happens.” He presses a kiss to her temple which gets him a smile in return. “Have you seen Ryad? He hasn’t come to see me in a while, I’m worried Raffaele is trying to argue with him about sports again.”

“He’s in the garden”, Lucia replies just as she enters the kitchen. “Out by the pavilion – probably looking for some peace and quiet. Not like I can blame him.”

“What is that supposed to mean, young lady?”, Maestro’s mother booms jokingly and threatens her granddaughter with a spoon, earning good-natured giggling which follows Maestro all the way outside.

It’s late summer and the nights are his favourite time of day: the oppressive heat is no more than a mild cocoon and the sheer volume of the cicadas makes for a proper concert carried to and fro by the gentle breeze. It even smells of summer, even more so in the flower-lined garden which stretches over a soft hill. In the wooden construction meant as a shelter from direct sunlight, there’s a lone figure leaning against the railing and overlooking the landscape surrounding the garden.

“Needed a moment?”, Maestro addresses the Spaniard quietly before joining him. He covers one of Jackal’s hands with his own, smiles when it twists so their fingers can weave together.

“Yes. I just – I needed to get away.” For once, he doesn’t sound tired. He’s been sleeping well, for his standards, and Maestro almost burst with joy when his lover admitted to him that he enjoys the atmosphere in the family home.

“They can be a handful, I know. I can be a handful.”

Even in the pale moonlight, he can make out Jackal’s smile. “It’s not that. They’re all wonderful.”

“What, even old Leandra?”

“Is she the hag from next door who called you fat, lazy and spoilt?”

Maestro just nods and they share a chuckle. He can tell something is on his lover’s mind though, and so he shifts his weight to move a little closer. “Amore, tell me. What’s wrong?”

The Spaniard sighs but, instead of distancing himself or refusing to open up, he leans into Maestro. They’ve come a long way. “I’m an intruder”, he mutters. “I shouldn’t be here. You all – you’ve made so many memories together, you’ve known each other forever. This is an intimate wedding. I shouldn’t have come.”

So this is what’s bothering him. He should’ve figured. There was a moment of hesitation when he asked Jackal to accompany him, he won’t lie, born from the fear of upsetting him, of strengthening his depression with this unadulterated display of what he’s been missing all his life. What he’s been chasing all his life. He kisses the back of Jackal’s hand and then wraps his arm around the slim frame, pulls the other man against his side in a half-hug to pepper his shoulder with kisses as well.

“Don’t tell me it’s silly, because I know it is. Your mother is nothing but hospitable and everyone has been lovely, but…”

“When she was seventeen, Teresa brought home a young lad called Adolfo. He had a driver’s license and a fast motorcycle, his parents were wealthy enough and he was handsome, I’m talking utterly gorgeous.” Maestro is aware of Jackal’s dubious expression but continues his anecdote nonetheless. “I would’ve fallen for him on the spot, hadn’t it been for the fact that he was an asshole. Treated those he thought beneath him like dirt, wanted only one thing from Teresa, all bark, no bite. He had this stupid little moustache of which he was so proud that he’d actually fill it in with his mother’s eyeliner. Do you know how my family reacted when Teresa brought him home?”

“I can’t picture them being anything but nice.”

“Oh, we were positively amicable whenever he was over. But whenever he wasn’t, mamma started asking some other boys from the neighbourhood to help her with her groceries – you know, polite boys who’d actually show up whenever Teresa was home. And Giovanni mentioned that he heard Adolfo brag about having run over a bunny. And Giuliana excitedly asked Teresa about all the gifts he must be getting her, about how well he’s treating her, how often he takes her out for dinner, basically unreachable ideals. And Teresa had to say no, he’s not doing any of that. They didn’t last for more than a few months, and Teresa believed it was her decision to break up. We left it at that.”

Jackal is still looking at him expectantly, waiting for the other shoe to drop, and Maestro doesn’t disappoint.

With an even voice, he continues: “When you were talking to Ottaviano yesterday, Giovanni wanted to know whether you liked fishing so he could take you on a trip. Mamma asked about your favourite dishes so she can make them next week. Giuliana wanted to know how we met, how we came to be, and all the while she smiled at me, that smile she does – growing wider every time I could answer to her satisfaction. And Romina mentioned in passing that there aren’t any weddings scheduled for next year. Yet.”

At this point, Jackel’s eyes are glistening, lips pressed together. Maestro doesn’t want to witness wet trails appear on his cheeks, so he embraces him fully, squeezes him tight and reassuringly.

“If you allow them, they will be your family”, he whispers against warm skin. “Please, Ryad. Let them be your family.” He leaves so much unsaid – he knows nothing can replace Faisal, knows nothing can ever make up for decades of feeling unwanted, outcast, but he trusts that Jackal understands this isn’t meant to be a substitute. This is meant to be something on its own, an addition to his life rather than an attempt to stitch up all these tears.

He runs his hand through Jackal’s short hair, kisses his cheek, feels his rapid heartbeat against his own chest. And adds: “Let me be your family.”

And Jackal’s hesitant nod tells him that he’s beginning to accept the idea of belonging.

[gwynne-fics]

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I am extremely patient and trust you completely!!! ;D Happy togetherness for everybody please! :) Love these YoungRa cuties! <3 Yes, YD is making it difficult for the other noblemen, all because he and R are so madly in love with each other! If they were not a love match, expectations in the palace would not have changed much, although I would have hoped that YD would have still treated his wife differently than his father does, even if it were not a love match.

Although the king’s abuse is known inside the palace, will any of the fathers take that into consideration for their daughters in possible power plays (ie. trying to attach them to either prince)? Also, really appreciate your insight into Kyung-Ran’s intentions! Sheds light on motives and issues I haven’t thought about. Hope she succeeds in getting the girls on Rachel’s side! :)

He definitely would have treated her respectfully! Young-Do wanted to fall in love. He wants love more than anything. Even if Rachel hadn’t been such a good match for him, he would’ve struggled to do the best he could. 

Which also would’ve set a higher standard. Having a king who is abusive to his family and subjects just allows other men to exercise their power that way with very little fear of repercussion. So many of the noblemen are a little lax in how they treat their wives, daughters, and female servants. The king doesn’t care, so why should they?

There are good men who care about whether or not their daughters find good husbands. The princes have pretty good reputations and so there will be some attempts to use them to further minister’s ambitions.

What a fun chapter with so many things to see! <3 R’s orphanage off the ground! Love that she puts all the nobles to actual work! Love watching our couple work together! Why was YD so nervous? The girls at court do scare him? Somehow the old fear related to his father? Still not fully comfortable with not having a mask and allowing himself to show his true feelings for R. Although he is probably glad he does not have to keep up the pretense of going to the pavilion.

Men and women have been kept incredibly separate under Dong-Wook so Young-Do doesn’t have a lot of experience with women outside of the pavilion. He also is still in that giddy new love stage with Rachel where he wants to be around her but gets shy. He also has a lot on his mind and public displays are uncomfortable for him even though, when he forgets to be nervous, they become more natural.

And girls are scary >.>

Young-Do surprising me with his progressive ideas! Not have separate courts? Queens have given him good training, but more along the lines of not using his power to hurt others like his father. Rachel is taking his views further, by actually showing him how to consider others as human beings with feelings.

Hee! It is mostly all of this but it is also the fact that Young-Do just wants to spend more time with Rachel so he might has well just bring all the men with him.

Only 18 days left (love that Young-Do is keeping such close track!)!!! Love watching the two of them together! Love watching Rachel blushing! Love that Young-Do is having so much fun making her blush! They are just so in love! <3 Yes, good for our couple to get all expectations out there in the beginning! ;) Sounds like Young-Do has been planning for their time together as newlyweds! Although, it might be Rachel who will want to keep Young-Do with her all day and night!

Aren’t they just so cute? >.>

I couldn’t find anything that specifically designates a honeymoon but Young-Do is going to make one anyway. At least for the first few days, they are not going to be coming up much for air >.>

And then the few days after that, Rachel might actually let Young-Do go >.>

Can totally see that everyone is sneaking peeks at our cute couple whenever they are together! <3 At least the beginning part of the plan, spreading their love match story, is going well! :) Hopeful the king will leave them along for now, until he gets impatient for a grandson, or unless he wants to use Young-Do as leverage in a more advantageous power play.

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Can’t really expect that HS and ES can keep their relationship a secret? How much of a worry is it though? Wouldn’t his father just expect him to marry whomever he says, and just keep sleeping with ES? I guess we don’t know enough about HS’s relationship with his father yet to know. So unfair that ES would be blamed for taking HS’s attentions from more ‘worthy’ girls! Reason HS going to the pavilion more like Myung-Soo or like Young-Do?

They are being discreet, the rumors haven’t reached his father yet, but people have noticed there is something intimate going on with them. When his father does find out, there will be some eye rolling and a reminder of his duty to their family. The big issue with Chan-Hyuk is that he wants bloodline purity and Eun-Sang cannot provide that the way Yoo-Ra or Ji-Sun can.

And Hyo-Shin’s reasons for going to the pavilion aren’t nearly as complicated at Young-Do and Myung-Soo’s. It’s a normal behavior for a nobleman, it’s expected of him, and Eun-Sang isn’t available all the time. When it comes to this, Hyo-Shin is very average. 

Bo-Ah is just spouting nonsense that’s been repeated to her over the years--good wives don’t complain about the other woman, men have to be virile or something is wrong with them, and if you are accommodating towards your husband with sex, there will be no reason for him to leave the house at night.

Glad to see R being careful with ES’s situation also. Sending Yoo-Ra to give a message to HS does not give away R’s feelings towards HS and ES’s relationship. Worried for ES, that being R’s personal friend won’t be enough to protect her, specifically now that everyone knows she is holding HS’s interest. Does make me nervous that they are having sex so much! With the protections they had back then, chances of pregnancy are high, and are higher the more they do have sex!

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Do have sympathy for Yoo-Ra, and all the noblewomen in their situation. The center of their lives is who they marry and how soon they have a boy. These girls have mostly examples of women be used for sex or as bargaining chips. Without real examples of what respect and love looks like, can see how the assumption would be made that if Yoo-Ra were to become Hyo-Shin’s wife, she, with all her qualifications, would surely eclipse Eun-Sang and there would be no need for her.

Yep! All of this!

Haha (almost!) ears as handles again! Love Go Nam-Il adopting a baby girl! Impressed he knows the football hold for colicky babies! Aw, I hope we get to see this baby girl grow up! About what is the age range of these orphans? How many is this orphanage equipped to take? With the orphans, now see more of the war, which has shaped so many of the characters and circumstances in this story so far. Have a feeling it will become more front and center as our story progresses!

\o/!

So far, Rachel’s age requirement is about ages three to fourteen. She set it up to take in almost a hundred orphans and when it starts to reach capacity, she’ll build another one. She’s going to make them a necessary part of the city, by turning those that can’t get apprenticeships into messengers and spies. She’s teaching the girls how to be more than just maids so they can get accepted into large merchant or noble houses. She wants to avoid sending any of the girls into the gisaeng pavilion, which is where they might end up if they end up caught for stealing too many times.