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watching x-twitter and r*ddit try to stir up ~dissent against brevoort because he isn’t effusive over the same pet characters who’ve been front and center at the expense of everyone else not just all krakoa but since the early 2000s
#lol don’t worry gang you have books from claremont to ellis to morrison to wh*don to hickman etc etc etc kissing the rings of your blorbos#they are straight up MAKING UP rumors about him disliking the two female characters with arguably the most militant online fanbases! which..#im sure there’s no ulterior motive for that whatsoever lol#meanwhile fans kicked up a fuss when those two characters were treated like a housewife and a sidekick respectively in their 1st krakoa bks#as if current editorial had nothing to do w that#try being a rogue or gambit fan#or a fan of literally any asian character#other than peach momoko’s new book#the most i can hope for is more hypersexualized variant covers of kwannon#or jubes getting something if xtas 97 does well#as long as mr. yellowface is eic it’s the same ol shit to me!#someone tried telling me i should be worried as a romy fan and like sir#they’ve been shit on since the mid-90s lol we are USED TO IT 😎#the current editor just gave an interview claiming they’ve been absent all era because they’re married#meanwhile the other married couple got endless pagetime#kelly thompson’s run was an oasis in a desert#and they chased her and all their other female and nb talent off to dc soooooooo#after antarctica?#after joseph?#after rogue getting shuffled off to the avengers for almost a decade?#after rogue’s mothers being power players for five years while she’s treated like wallpaper?#after all those weird CC interviews where he claims he was going to hook gambit up with everyone and their grandma instead of rogue?#after five years of putting them on covers of books they have two lines in?#after rogue & gambit 2.0???#nowhere to go but up lmfaooo#x
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Winter's Rage Room
(aka, In Which Winter Invents the First Rage Room)
"What are you wearing?"
"Winter, you're not gonna believe this," Blaise said, turning on his heel excitedly. "It TURNS OUT when you let the royal tailor use her gift of future sight when making clothes, you get some really snazzy options. I mean look at this thing!" He said, whooshing his blazer out with an almost childish grin. "You love it, right?"
"You look sharp," she said, hopping down from the smooth, marble banister of town hall. She peeped up at him, smoothing the material on his shoulders. "And very attractive," Winter said, smiling when he flushed, a few sparks popping off of his fiery head.
"Don't think I haven't noticed your legs," he said, low, his breath warm on her forehead. "I see that you've also visited Sabine. What are you wearing?"
"She calls it a flapper dress," Winter said with a grin. "And I quite like it! It’s nothing like my usual cozy warm layers of skirts, but I thought it would be a fun change of pace. I mean, it’s not like the cold actually bothers me. And I was right! I feel fabulous. Look at the skirt! It's asymmetrical. And all of these beads!" She said, gleeful, plucking at one of several clicking necklaces hanging down her neck. "And it takes well to frost," she added, grabbing the skirt and pulling it out a bit. The frost she had added to the dress glinted blue in the sunlight.
"It looks great," Blaise said, admiring her. "You look great."
"Oh, stop it you," she said, with a little bit of pomp and a look that said actually, don't stop it, I quite like being fawned over.
"I will not," Blaise said.
"Good," Winter said, sizing him up. "So why red? It's not really your colour," she finished, finger on her chin.
"I know. I was impatient, and red was what she had on hand. There is an orange one in the works, though! And the shirt is orange too. I made do. But anyway, watch this. You're gonna love this. Ready?"
Winter blinked. "Sure."
Blaise's brow furrowed in concentration. The temperature went up quite a bit; and with a crack and a pop, the red of Blaise's blazer (ha) began to fissure, glowing a bright orange through the cracks.
"Ta-da!"
"Did you just lava your clothing?"
"Technically it's below the crust, so I think it's more magma right now, but yes! I did!" He said, fists on his hips, looking very proud of himself.
Winter giggled. Gently, she raised her hand, glowing white with her wintry magic, and touched a section of his jacket. It froze instantly, turning dark blue very briefly. There was a hiss, and a pop, and the ice melted off, the lava once more glowing on the jacket.
"Oh, that's rather fun, isn't it?"
Blaise threw his head back and laughed. "For you I imagine it's oodles of fun," he said, shoving his hands in the pockets of his pants. Pants that were tapered and fit well! No baggy pants covered by tunics, or worse, TIGHTS. No tippets, no boots (though he didn't mind boots all too much), his hair on FIRE and NOBODY telling him to put it out or else! "It's amazing, the things Sabine is creating," he said, starting forward again. "That everyone is creating. Together."
The town square buzzed. The magibeans looked so happy. They waved as Blaise walked by, sharing pleasantries and chattering amongst themselves. They were a colourful bunch; sprites with their hair elementally charged, giants in suits, a few fae breezing by in loose clothes that seemed to be one large swath of breezy material folded over itself creatively to create flowing, gorgeous, robe like gowns. Dwarves were taking kindly to a thing Sabine said were called jeans, excited at the prospect of a tough material to withstand the tough stuff they did—and that was just a smattering of the fashions that had begun to spring up all around the country.
Some magibeans carried various building supplies towards the hall; others rushed towards the shops with brightly coloured buckets of paint, chattering excitedly about how they were going to customize their storefronts, now that they could. Dryads and centaurs planted the most colourful assortment of plants you ever did see. Cobblestones were slowly being laid down, colourful as can be, the mist from the springs sparkling in the afternoon sun as it drifted through the city.
A weight, that the entire continent did not know it had been carrying, had been lifted. They could all breath again.
"You should see what my sisters have been doing in the new provinces," Winter said, following beside Blaise, her hands behind her back as she nodded politely at the magibeans walking by. Her head roamed back and forth slowly as she admired all the changes they had made since she had last come by to bother her partner after work. "Have you been south west yet?"
"No, not lately."
"Well, Spring and Summer have worked wonders on the border between those two provinces. The groves, the orchards, the fruit trees, the vines! Oh Blaise, it's gorgeous. And it's all over, too! The farmland in the east is suddenly flourishing; Autumn is beside herself with happiness! The scab is still scabbed, of course, but everything everywhere else is healthy and happy. Mother says that almost all of the vegetation on the continent seems to be flourishing, as are the people. Everyone is growing together. I'd almost say the entire continent is sparkling like it's a brand-new place. The Springs especially look as glittery as I have ever seen them. And we all have you to thank for that."
Blaise chuckled. "Well, it’s not just me. There’s a whole team of magibeans getting things in order. And…all of this? Well, it's the right thing to do," he said.
"Yes! It is! So why are you so sad?"
"Sad? I'm not. I'm not sad."
"Yes you are. I am very good at seeing sads, Mister Frost. I am an expert, after all."
Blaise stopped, glancing down at his feet, his face darkening. Winter stopped beside him, watching him carefully.
"They forbade her from using her future sight when working. Did you know that?" Blaise finally said, looking up in the distance at the springs.
"Oh."
"Queen Frost apparently had a certain aesthetic she wanted to keep to, and she made sure it was enforced." He huffed, steam coming out of his nose.
Gently, Winter grabbed his arm, hugging it tightly. She felt his muscles flex in her little arm embrace. She squeezed back.
"It seems there's quite a bit to unpack there."
"Not really. Queen Frost was always just. Like that," he said with a shrug, Winter releasing her hold on his arm. She rested her hands in the crook of his elbow, looking up at him. "What more is there to unpack?"
"Do you ever think about yourself, Blaise?"
"What d'you mean?"
"I mean," Winter said, letting go and stepping in front of him, a little hill of snow happy to come into existence and give her a boost so she could stare directly into his eyes. "You put everyone first," she said, smoothing the round lapels on his jacket. "Everyone. But what about yourself? When do you have time for yourself?"
"When I'm with you," he said, gently caressing her face.
"Oh please," she replied with an eye roll, gently taking his hand off of her cheek and holding it in hers. "We both know that you always put me first."
"I thought you liked being the centre of attention," Blaise teased.
Winter laughed. "Pish posh. I like attention, yes, but I like you even more," she said, booping his nose. "And that's why I waited for you after work today! I am taking you on a date," she said, confidently, crossing her arms with a satisfied smile.
"Oh really?"
"Yes," she insisted. "I even dressed for the occasion," she reminded him, readjusting her arms to make sure all the bracelets she was wearing clinked.
Blaise smirked. With a tap of his foot, the snow below Winter melted.
Her smug exterior dropped; with a cute little meep, she found herself stepping down rather forcefully. She grimaced, already dreading the horrid feeling in her ankles that would rattle around for a bit when she hit the ground.
But, before she could even brace for impact, Winter was suddenly engulfed by a pair of very warm arms right around her waist, and pulled forward. Unscrupulously twirled about, she found herself pressed into Blaise's just as warm chest. She looked up, ready to bite, Blaise's bemused look stopping her in her tracks.
"I'm sorry, was that a-did you just meep?!"
"You melted my snow step!" She said, flustered.
"That was the cutest sound I've ever heard!"
"Blaise, my snow step!" she said with a cute little pout.
"Gods above. That meep could soften the hardest of hearts!"
Pouting, Winter squirmed, pulling herself up and seating herself on Blaise's forearms. He adjusted accordingly, supporting her as best as he could while trying not to think of her...well. Butt. Her butt.
She crossed her arms, still pouting. "I'm trying to be all suave, like you usually are, and you are making it very hard to do so!"
"You think I'm suave?" Blaise asked, genuinely.
"I think you are many things," Winter replied, her gaze softening. "And suave is one of them. Smooth, too. And sculpted. And sweet and kind and caring and also, very annoying. That poor snow step never did anything to you!"
Blaise chuckled. "It got in my way of you," he said, placing her down gently.
She cleared her throat, flushed, and dusted off her dress. "Now then. May I continue?"
"Go right ahead," Blaise said with a wave, shoving his hands back in his pockets.
"Great, perfect, thank you." She shook her arms, the beads and bangles clinking back into place. "You look out for everyone, but I don't think you look out for yourself much. This latest undertaking of yours has been lovely! Very lovely. Look at how this world is breathing now! There's so much colour, and laughter, and freedom...but I'm sure it's been bringing up all sorts of feelings for you, and I have just the thing for processing them," she said, excitement lighting up her delicate little features.
Blaise looked down at his shoes, thoughtful. Dismantling the monarchy and the, frankly, insane rules they had enforced had been a very long road. A century in and they had barely scratched the surface; eager to breath new life into the city, Blaise and Mother Nature had decided to tackle the "etiquette" rules, for lack of a better term. The governors of the new provinces had agreed, and things were going swimmingly.
But Winter was right, though Blaise didn't want to say it. Saying it would make it all real, and he didn't think he could weather the emotions all of that would bring up. The LAST thing he needed was his political career tarnished by an angry outburst when it had only just started.
"How did you know?”
"Your shoulders," Winter said, tilting her head. "They're more squared up, as of late. And you've been clenching your jaw. And all of you is so tense. I mean, you are rather muscular—"
"Oh ho ho, am I now?"
"Shut up," Winter said, flushing and looking away.
"Muscular, sculpted—"
"Annoying," Winter reminded him, still looking away.
"Sorry, sorry. I'll...tone it down a notch."
"Not stopping, though?"
"Nope! Never."
Winter laughed. "Good. I like when you tease. Just not when I'm trying to be very very nice to you!"
"You're always very very nice to me."
"Well. You're worth it," Winter said with a little shrug.
Now it was Blaise's turn to flush and look away. He cleared his throat. Winter rubbed her arm. They glanced back at one another; opened up their mouths to speak. Realized the other was speaking. Laughed.
"You, uh, had something in mind?"
"Mhmm," Winter said, nodding a little too fast, fingers pressed together. "Come along with me?" she asked, holding out a hand.
"Always," Blaise replied, grabbing it.
"Excellent!" And, with strength he had no idea the season possessed, Blaise was dragged away from town, towards the North.
---
"So I started doing this thing, many many centuries ago," Winter began, running alongside the trees, dragging Blaise behind her, “when it all became too much," she finished. She stopped briefly, glancing around the snowy paths in the foothills, pulling Blaise along once more when she found the path she was looking for. "Though I barely recall it now, it was very hard after the Call to go from the life I knew to the life I have now."
Blaise tugged her hand, stopping her in her tracks. Squeezing it, he looked at her softly. "What was it like?" he asked. "I never...things didn't change much for me at all after the Call. I can't imagine what it was like…would’ve been like...I kind of envied you and your sisters, in all honesty."
"Oh?"
"Yeah," Blaise replied, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck. "I, uh. Well, you see what I've been doing. With everyone. And I've told you about my family. It's not that I don't love them, or anything. It's just. Not the same as what you have. I’ve always wanted that.”
"I can hardly blame you. Mother Nature is a wonderful mother, and I love all of my sisters dearly. Even Spring. I'd never consider them anything but. Nevertheless," she said, taking a careful step forward. "It was a hard adjustment to make, especially when you're so little and don't quite know what's going on."
"Tell me about it," Blaise said, genuinely, as they continued at a much more reasonable pace. "Please. That is, if it doesn't, ah. You know. Upset you, or. Or anything."
"Well, I can hardly recall them now, but I…I loved my parents. My mother was…she was as cold as her title, and she kept that cool facade up to everyone she interacted with. Except for my father. She let her guard down with him. He was rather silly," Winter said with a soft laugh. "My memories are so faint now, but I remember he'd do such silly dances, make such funny noises, and he'd have the most pointless spells at his disposal, that did nothing practical—but they made me laugh. They made her laugh. And I suppose for him, that was all he really needed.”
"He dressed silly too, if I recall correctly. I think he came to the castle more than once in slippers."
Winter laughed. "They were bunnies! With ears! The Snow Queen hated them. But I think that just made the Winter Warlock love them more! And I do believe that deep down, Bianca found everything he did endearing. Otherwise I'm sure she wouldn't have named me after him. It was nice, I think. I don't remember feeling not nice," Winter said with a thoughtful frown as the path twirled upwards, hand still clasped in his. "Not until after the Call."
She stopped walking, looking out at the valley below them. It sparkled in the sunlight, the snow fresh. The trees were weighed down with blankets of snow, bowing low to the ground as the wind whistled in that calm, peaceful way it did in the winter. Off in the distance, one of the four rivers that branched out from the Springs sparkled, ice chunks floating along it. Everything seemed so much more...beautiful, in the winter, Blaise thought, eyes settling on the top of her head.
"It was scary," she continued, taking a seat on the edge of the path. Gently, and quietly, Blaise sat beside her, squeezing her hand and paying full attention.
She smiled up at him, squeezing back. "Bianca carried me out of her castle so fast. Winter followed behind us. I remember watching the pink light hit our home, and the towers tumbled; my little room was gone in the blink of an eye. The pink light bounced off of everywhere. Winter hurried us along, but he couldn't keep up. Bianca tried to go back for him, but he wouldn't let her stop. It was the fastest goodbye I'd ever experienced with him. And the final one, to boot. Whoosh!" she said, lifting her hands. "Pink light engulfed him, and he was gone. Just like that." She sighed. "I hid in my mother's shawl the rest of the way."
"I'd be scared too, if I were you."
"Really? You'd be scared?"
"Uh, yeah. What, do you think I don't get scared?"
Winter tilted her head, surveying him with a mix of curiosity and thoughtfulness, the corners of her mouth twitching as she tried to hold back a smile, eyes alight with mischief. "Perhaps," she finally said, the grin peeking out.
Blaise laughed. "I've been scared before! Plenty of times! Honest!"
"I'm not so sure I believe you," Winter said. "But we'll dig into that later."
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like you can't wait to tear me apart, but not in a fun way! In a sort of I need to study you kind of way."
"Is that not fun?"
"Well, I don't know! I'm the one being studied! And not in the fun way!"
"Which is?"
"Y-you know," Blaise said, blushing. "Your place or mine? Let me get a closer look at your face? With my whole face? That sorta thing?"
Winter choked back a laugh, a hand covering her mouth, her face fast turning red. "Blaise! You absolute scoundrel."
"Thank you."
"That wasn't a compliment!"
"I take them as I go," he teased, squeezing her hand.
"Don't worry, darling. I'm not going to dissect you. As much as I love all your muscles, I quite miss the soft bits that are around when you're not holding a ton of tension in your everything."
Blaise sighed. "I know you do. So do I,” he admitted, scooting closer to her. Finding comfort in the cold press of her skin against him. “What happened next?”
"Hmm?"
"After your dad..."
"Oh! Right! Well, my mother brought me to the little hideaway they made for me, to keep me safe. You know, just in case. And she made sure I was cozy and set for the long term and, well, the Call caught up to us. She gave me a kiss, a smile, and uttered last words I don't remember because that's when it took her, too,” she said with a sigh, laying her head on his shoulder. “I was alone. And of course, after that, when the sky turned back to stars and the pink was gone, I wandered. Went back home—it was gone. Wasn't sure what to do until Summer started melting all the snow. Their snow, that I had watched them place down together. Helped them with, even. It was very upsetting, and I stopped Summer in her tracks and told her so right then and there! Her reply? ‘Oh snap! I found you! Let’s get going!’ And she brought me home to Tara and the other seasons, and now here I am, quite happy with Mother Nature and my sisters."
"But between that?"
"I was very unhappy. It was the very first time I ever experienced a frozen heart," she said. "I was sad. Sad that my parents were gone. I'd never see them again. And I resented them for it, the older I got. I was so sad, and post thaw I was so upset and angry, so...I found an outlet for it," she said, hopping up. “And that’s why we’re here!”
She stepped into the air, almost falling before ice formed just below her foot, stretching down the mountain. “Race you, hotshot,” she said, and down she went. "Try to keep up!" she shouted back, as she formed ice path after ice path, zig zagging down the mountainside.
Blaise grinned. He hopped up, took a few steps back and, with a running start, jumped, landing on the ice and sliding down just as fast as Winter. The pair laughed, twirling around one another until they landed in the valley, clothes dishevelled, hair windswept, and faces flushed.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine! I do this all the time! I’m the professional." Winter said. "Oop! Careful dear, it's slippery," she added, grabbing Blaise's arms.
"I'm good, I'm good," Blaise said, steadying himself and looking out at the wide valley before them, clinging to her forearms. "It's beautiful," he said, breathlessly.
"I know! I do great work and all anyone ever does is complain about how cold it is. Where's the respect for a season, hmm? My sisters don't get half the sleet I get!" she huffed, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, while the view is lovely as I do quite the amazing job, that's not why I brought you all the way out here. Watch," she said, placing a finger up in the air before Blaise could speak.
He let go of her arms, holding his up in surrender. Stepping back a pace or two, he gestured Winter forwards with a hand.
A grin, an absolutely feral grin that Blaise adored (he loved how unhinged she could be) slowly spread across her face. He stepped back again for good measure, watching as Winter cracked her knuckles, tilted her head side to side (cracks coming from her neck), and turned around, facing the pristine valley.
She stuck her arms out to her side, her fingers outstretched. She bent down a bit, her legs wide in the snow. She inhaled; held it, then exhaled. Her fingers curled in, hands glowing, and the ground below her began to shake.
The rumbling grew louder; the shaking stretched out farther and farther, until the snow all over the valley was bouncing around, the undisturbed blanket of white splitting.
There was a crack, and a shink; then another, and another, until the valley was echoing with low thrums and hums, and up Winter’s arms went, the snow exploding below her as giant pillars of ice burst out of the ground. They intersected with each other, tall and crooked, some forming arches with one another, others nearly colliding as they stopped moving, settling in their new places. Snow gently fell off the tops of the pillars, landing on the ground with multiple muffled plonks.
Winter turned around. "Ta-da!" she said, presenting the handywork.
"Look at that. Wow," Blaise said, with a low whistle.
"I know. I'm a gift to magibean kind and so underappreciated in my time."
"Not by me you're not," Blaise said, kissing the top of her head, and gazing over her at the mess of icy stalagmites, chin resting on her head, her shoulders trapped in a hug.
"So. Ah. An outlet, eh?"
"Big time," Winter said, squirming out of Blaise's embrace. "Watch and learn, hotshot," she said, skipping into the minefield. "I'd come out here, and I'd think of everything that had happened. I'd think of how rude it was that my parents just left me alone, how AWFUL it was, how they couldn't just say no to all of the stupid fae and their different factions and their dumb war, and I'd get all worked up and then, BAM," she said, with a flawless roundhouse kick into the nearest ice block. It cracked. "And then again," she said, kicking it with her other leg. The fractures deepened. "And then I'd finish them," she said, pressing her hands together and driving them right into the middle of the fracture.
In seconds, the ice shattered, fractals falling down to the ground. The top of the pillar came crashing down, shattering the little icicles that remained until it all fell into a heap, icy dust fanning out from the impact zone.
"Oh wow," Blaise said, his hair, embarrassingly, briefly flickering. He cleared his throat. "Is that how you got all, you know," he said, gesturing to Winter. "Slushy again?"
"Not at all. It's how I processed things," she said, grabbing the ends of his jacket and pulling him closer. "The slush was thanks to you," she said, booping his nose with hers and hopping backwards, leaving Blaise significantly flustered. She grinned.
"Oh," Blaise finally said, a goofy grin splitting his face. "Oh wow."
"So now it's your turn!"
"My-what? My turn? For what?"
"Property damage!" Winter said, chipper. "And I know just where to start," she said, pushing him towards the closest slab of ice. "Sabine."
"Sabine?"
"Yes. Royal tailor, gifted with foresight and forbidden to use it."
Blaise's face darkened again.
"Ou, yes, there we go. Tell me about that," Winter said, hopping up and sitting in the air, a pile of snow twirling up to meet her halfway.
Blaise placed a hand on the pillar in front of him, flat. He frowned at his reflection, looking away. He cleared his throat. "My brother and I were always held to such impossible standards. Exactly the same ones, too. And if I did something wrong, he got the blame for it too. And vice versa, though the former happened a lot more than the latter. And it’s not like I was doing anything wrong!” he said, smacking the ice below him. “I was just trying to be my own person, but goddess forbid I didn’t act exactly like my twin.”
“And then Sabine…”
“Yeah! The fuck!” Blaise finally said, the source of all magic choosing to ignore the swears sure to continue coming from this section of the country. “I thought it was just Pyros and I that had to keep up appearances,” he began, pacing back and forth, hands waving about as he spoke. “But apparently it WASN’T just us! It was almost the entirety of the royal court! And I had no fucking clue!” he said, a flaming kick shattering the icy pillar in front of him.
Blaise blinked, watching the pieces melt into the snow.
“Huh. That did feel kind of good.”
“Right?!” Winter said from her perch in the snow. “Keep going darling. The field’s yours.”
“Finding out everything my parents banned or forbade unnecessarily has been exhausting,” Blaise continued, pulling his hands down his face. “Sabine not being allowed to use her sight? Tip of the iceberg! Dave wasn’t allowed to float because goddess above forbid he appear higher than the King! And! Queen!” he said, both titles punctuated with a flaming punch, whoosh, CRACK, pop-pop-pop to the next pillar, the ice melting quickly and collapsing in on itself. “All sorts of magibeans employed within the castle weren’t allowed to do ANYTHING!” A hot slice through the air, the pillar beside him split in half, falling down on its now severed bottom half with a smack. It slid down to the ground slowly, in an almost comical fashion, landing on its side in the snow. “There was NO intermingling between stations and levels, no talking to the court unless they spoke to you first, and that was just within the castle walls, LADY of the Springs!”
One, two, three more icy pillars went down, the shards of ice hitting the snow with dulled thunks. Chest heaving, Blaise paused for a moment, back against a pillar as he focused on his breathing. “It was no way for anyone to live,” he said, quietly. “I know that because it’s how we were living! And just knowing that it wasn’t just us?” Blaise looked up. “It’s infuriating.”
Behind him, the pillar he was leaning on started to crack. It looked a bit shiny; wet. So did the ones beside it.
“How I was living,” Blaise realized. “Because that’s the thing, isn’t it?” he said, straightening up. “Pyros was fine with the way things were. I mean, you saw what he did! After I quit my studies, he just—he was fine. Just fine with the way they ran things. He saw no problems with it at all. But I did! But every time I spoke up or had a thought or reacted differently from Mom and Dad and my brother, it was an immediate lecture. That’s not how things work, they’d say. Or that’s just how it is. Or we do these things for good reasons. Like hell they did!”
He sprung off the slowly melting pillar really suddenly, his staff appearing in his hands. He stabbed it into the ground; it glowed brightly, and with a high-pitched squeal, a torrent of flames burst from the blue gem at the center, absolutely annihilating the pillars within its radius.
“Woo. Toasty,” Winter said, standing beside Blaise now. “I didn’t know staffs could do that!”
“They can do a LOT of things, when you’re actually allowed to experiment. Watch this,” Blaise said, pulling his staff out of the snow and giving it an exuberant (and definitely unnecessary) twirl. He grasped it by the base. The wood began to shift; slowly, it morphed, until it resembled a club.
“Oh, bravo!” Winter said, with a delighted little clap. “I bet you can’t get a hunk of ice across the valley.”
“Bet you I can,” Blaise said with a grin.
“Kisses if I win?”
“You mean when I win?”
“You can talk the talk, Mr. Frost, but can you hit the hit?”
“Isn’t it walk the walk?”
“Well, yes, but you will be hitting one of these lovely pillars, will you not?”
“Watch and learn, Ms. Winter.”
She stepped back, gesturing Blaise forward now.
With a grin, he hefted the bat staff in his hands, giving it a preemptive swing. Satisfied, he tightened his grip, and, bringing it as far back as he could, whacked the pillar in front of him.
It shattered; chunks of ice went flying. With another quick swing, Blaise hit one before it could fall. It went soaring across the valley. Shading his eyes with his hand, he watched as the chunk arced in the air, sunlight sparkling off it, before landing in a heap just before the riverbank.
“Boom,” he said.
Winter laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners, face flushed. Blaise shifted his weight; he watched her fondly, his staff returning to its default form just in time for him to lean on it as he watched the season laugh. She exhaled, finally, flushing when she noticed him staring at her.
Briefly, she looked down, smiling very big at the snow for a moment before composing herself. She cleared her throat, glancing back at the fiery man she absolutely adored, and tilted her head. “I know that what your parents did wasn’t fair to any of the magibeans.”
“It wasn’t. And I just let it happen,” he admitted, kicking a piece of ice that had settled by his foot. “And it wasn’t just within the castle grounds. It was the entire continent; every subdivision, every noble under their charge, they all had to adhere to these impossible standards, stifling their very essences just to keep two, quite frankly, useless magibeans happy! And I just let it happen.”
“Oh, Blaise. You are so very silly.”
“Excuse me?”
“What could you have done? You were so young, and as much a victim as everyone else was,” she said, stepping closer. “It wasn’t fair to you, either,” she finished, resting her head on his chest.
She could feel him sigh, the weight finally falling off of his shoulders. “It wasn’t.”
“And nobody blames you, darling! Nobody. You were just trying to survive.”
Dismissing his staff, he grabbed Winter, pulling her in tightly. “I know,” he said, trying hard to keep the tears out of his voice. “I know.” He gave her one last squeeze before breaking the hug, his hands resting on her shoulders. “But it still wasn’t fair. And the worst is, you know, they had the ability to make things fair for everyone! But they didn’t,” he said, his face darkening, his hair burning higher.
“But you do,” Winter said with a soft smile. “And you are. And it’s most definitely going to be a very long road ahead, but you’re doing what you can now. It is enough. I know you don’t feel like it is,” she continued, shrugging his hands off of her shoulders and grabbing them in hers, “but it is. I promise. So you should stop beating yourself up about it all, alright? And instead, beat up all of this,” she said, gesturing with both her hands and his, towards the field of half melted ice pillars.
Blaise smiled, squeezing her hands tightly. “You are so good to me.”
“I know,” she said, with a silly little grin.
Blaise laughed, sweeping her right off of her feet and pulling her into a tight hug. “Thank you,” he said, quietly in her ear. “And I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” she whispered back, pecking the side of his head (since that was what was closest to her). “I understand. And I’m here for you, Blaise. Always,” she said, giving him a little squeeze. “You don’t need to take responsibility for everything; you don’t deserve to. You deserve to treat yourself better.” She pulled back enough to look up at him and smile. “And you’re already working wonders, now that you no longer have to survive. Now that you have the opportunity to make a difference, and can make a difference, you are.”
“And everyone who can help is helping,” Blaise said. “It’s…nice.”
“It really is! We’ll all be okay, Blaise dear. You’ll be okay.”
“You think so?”
“I know so. And I’m always right,” she said, with utmost certainty. “Now then. Property damage?” she asked, gesturing out to the field of pillars.
“Property damage,” Blaise agreed, grabbing her hand. “Shall we go misplace a bunch of aggression?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” she said, taking his hand and launching them both into the field.
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Time passed; hours, minutes, neither really knew. Time practically stood still when they were together. And certainly it felt as though it was now, as they lay down face by face in the snow, surrounded by tiny little beads of half melted ice chips. The moon glowed in the sky, the stars sparkling brightly. The once smooth blanket of snow was well trodden, now, flattened to the ground and frozen solid in some places.
They had collapsed together, catching their breath as the remnants of the last few pillars melted away, feeling a lot lighter now that they had exploded a ton of ice while venting about everything that had happened. A shooting star passed high above them, chests finally slowing down as the pair caught their breath.
“I believe someone owes me kisses?”
“Oh yes! I do, don’t I?” Winter said, springing right up and throwing herself on top of Blaise.
“Oof,” he said, reaching up and pulling her in close. “You take my breath away.”
“That’d be the body slam I just did,” she said, kissing the tip of his nose. And then his forehead. And then his cheek. And then the other cheek, and then any itty-bitty speck of space she could find on his face. Nowhere was safe. Nowhere.
Not that he minded, of course; he only minded when she stopped her onslaught.
“Excuse me. I was promised kisses? Plural?!”
Winter laughed, crossing her arms on his chest and leaning on them. “I am aware.”
Blaise quirked an eyebrow, throwing his hands behind his head and staring at her, suspiciously. She was plotting; he knew it. “Well, where are they?”
“Hmm. Good question! Either at your place, or mine, I should think,” she said.
“OH! Nice throwback,” he said.
“Thank you kindly,” she replied, watching as his brow furrowed in thought for but a moment.
“Yours is closer,” he decided, hair igniting as, with a devious smirk, he grabbed her around the waist, wasting no time whatsoever in poofing them right into the pile of blankets and plethora of pillows that covered her bed.
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(The next morning, he found himself awoken by Summer’s very loud barge into Winter’s room. His fellow summer sprite’s eyes grew wide when she realized he was right beside Winter, and she screamed, excited.
“Ou, Winter! You go girl! Get it!”
“Get out get out get OUT!” Winter yelled, throwing a bunch of pillows at her sister.
Summer cackled, running right out of the room. “WAIT UNTIL I TELL SPRING AND AUTUMN!”
“DO NOT!” Winter yelled back, hopping out of the sheets and giving chase.
Blaise chuckled. He loved staying over at Winter’s place).
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I started writing this a month ago?? According to my drafts??? I was coping with some HORRORS and using Blinter to do it. Finally finished it today! It is DELIGHTFUL and I am HOPING that the horrors that INSPIRED this are finally finished for now. Or at least getting better. RELATIONSHIPS ARE HARD, ESPESH WHEN UR PARTNER IS VERY BLAISE CODED AND HAVING A ROUGH GO OF IT AND YOU CAN'T ACTUALLY MAKE A GIANT FIELD OF ICE FOR THE BOTH OF YOU TO SMASH UP BUT GOD YOU WISH YOU COULD!
Anyway.
This is roughly a century or so after the War of Succession (Millennia War, Civil War, I've given it like 70 names lol). So they've been together for a hot (pun intended) minute! I imagine they get hitched shortly after this and, well, you know, this happens >:).
Enjoy the fluff!
#dani writes#smile shots#blinter#crystal springs#cs: blinter through the years#i will think of a better title for their love story that ISN'T cringe lmao#but anyway. I'd say they are solidly early twenty hundreds here (two thousands)#so a bit older than jacqueline presently is#and i have been thinking of their trauma dates for about. oh. a month now?#LONGER ACTUALLY SINCE I WROTE THIS TAG WHEN I STARTED WRITING THIS A MONTH AGO. SO LIKE. TWO MONTHS#my GOD i love them SO MUCH#i make blorbos. the blorbos kiss. they make other blorbos. i make blorbos for those blorbos to kiss.#the blorbos help me cope with the horrors#and oh so it goes#anyway enjoy the young blinter bc i sure as shit had fun writing them! being gross! kissing! flirting! yeah!#I have a VERY CLEAR IMAGE for how they look at this point in my head#maybe i'll doodle it! idk!#do love how energetic they both are and then when kid numero dos comes around they're like#WHY IS SHE SO ENERGETIC. WHERE DID SHE GET THIS FROM#anyway ending seems kind of rushed#but that mental image of summer walking in on them like that one vine the next morning had me HOLLERING#i HAD to include it#okay okay fr that's that on that i am UNLEASHING THIS NOW#long post#:)#writing#original fiction#ocs
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I don’t see much stuff with my favorite ship (specifically Tsunemori Akane and Shimotsuki Mika) as much on here but hopefully I find someone who does like this ship (which tbh idk if it’s called Akamika or Mikane or whatever there is) and talks to me about it on here because on twitter dot com I only have one mutual who really likes it and I can’t find anyone on here at all 🧍🏻
(also the dynamic between a calm cutie and an angry dumpling is so adorable to me, along with their ship written in emojis which is 🍋🍊 or 🍊🍋 is so cute to me)
#akane tsunemori#tsunemori akane#mika shimotsuki#shimotsuki mika#no really where are those who like this because I could go on days about how I like this ship holy fuck#my blorbos they’re so eepy awwww#I need to get custom plushies of them and make them kiss each other every five seconds jsjdjdjfkd
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one piece men hcs: period sex
featuring the blorbos of my choice- law, bartolomeo, bellamy, corazon, and doflamingo
warnings: blood (obviously), narsty boys (looking directly at barto), smut, period eating
nsfw under the cut, minors dni 🫵👁️👁️💢
Law:
• im sorry babe, he may be a doctor and he may not be squeamish about touching peoples organs and blood, but he will not go down on you on your period 😔 (coward).
• hes kinda weird about period sex, he'll do it if you ask him super sweetly and look at him with those big pathetic puppy eyes, and he'll sigh dramatically and agree to it, but he really doesnt like doing it on the bed, he prefers the bathroom where its easiest to clean.
• usually he's kind enough to finger fuck you when you ask for it, but hes quick to pull his hand out of your pants and run to the sink to wash his hands off before shooing you to bed with a peck on the forehead. hes a busy man, hes got work to do.
• when he does have time, though, he'll make sure to take proper care of you afterwards.
• he'll offer to bring you water, a snack, pain meds, a towel, a hot pack, hell he'll even carry you to the shower if your legs are too shaky to stand on and clean you off with a gentleness so rarely seen from a man like him.
Bartolomeo:
• NASTY BOY ALERT 🚨🚨🚨
• you dont even need to ask, he'll be able to smell a hint of blood from across the room and hunt you down like a shark.
• begs you to let him eat you out while on his knees, massaging and pawing at your thighs.
• "c'mon sweetheart, i just wanna help ya~"
• VERY enthusiastic eater, if he could stick his tongue up any further into you he would.
• likes when you sit on his face so he can feel the blood and cum dribble down the sides of his face.
• as he's fingering you, he'll suddenly pull his bloody hand up to his lips and suck the liquid off each digit before shoving them back inside you to do it again with a big cocky grin.
• hes fucking ravenous.
• fucks you like an animal and likes watching you coat his cock in red multiple times.
• truthfully, there might not be much blood left to leak out of you by the time hes done with you.
• dont worry, he'll make sure theres plenty of cum to leak out instead.
• hes super super sweet afterwards.
• "im so sorry, i didnt think i'd get so carried away there," he'll scratch the back of his head sheepishly.
• acts like a mother hen while he cleans you up so youre all nice and pretty again- hes usually pretty good about cleaning up after himself when it involves you.
• gets sad and confused when you vehemently refuse to give him a big wet kiss afterwards.
Bellamy:
• another nasty boy, but its more of a theatrical thing.
• hes fine with licking other peoples blood off his face, this isnt much different to him.
• he does play it up for you a bit (and the invisible audience in his head, he has to look cool for them always).
• makes a big show of lapping it up while locking eyes with you.
• the wide, wolfish grin on his face while his tongue swipes over the stray blood dripping off his lower lip makes you whine.
• he'll finger you whenever you ask even when you arent menstruating, it makes no difference to him, he just likes seeing you come undone on his hand.
• will let you dry hump his towel-covered thigh if hes too busy with something like a log or a paint manual (hes a study-at-the-last-possible-minute kinda guy).
• he'll fuck you however you need him to.
• want him to put you in a mating press and make you squirt all over his stomach?
• no problem.
• need something slow and tender like sitting in his lap while he gently rocks into you?
• he can do that too.
• hes a man that aims to please, and will almost never turn down the opportunity to stuff you full of himself.
• surprisingly decent at aftercare.
• he'll make sure youre mostly clean and get some water for you both before he stuffs you under his arm like a teddy bear to cuddle.
Corazon:
• hes surprised when you first ask to have sex with him on your period.
• he didnt think he would be very into it at first but the seemingly deeper intimacy of it...
• and the way youre so much more weak and pliant for him when youre like this... it does something to him.
• something clicks in him that hes gotta take care of you.
• only you.
• he's reluctant to eat you out, but he'll do it while looking up at you to make sure youre enjoying it.
• hes careful with foreplay and even more careful with the main event.
• the tenderness of the moment will probably make him cry, he feels so connected to you like this.
• doesnt even let himself savor his own release (if he even cums at all, your pleasure is so much more important in this moment) before he trips over himself to get you snacks and water and pain meds and anything he could possibly think to make you more comfortable.
• make sure to cuddle him tight and give him a big thank you kiss for all his hard work.
• he might cry again, hes just so full of love right now.
Doflamingo:
• on one hand, he thinks its kinda dirty and filthy.
• but on the other hand... hes kinda into the dirty and filthy aspect.
• he doesnt eat you out, but if you really beg him, he'll make his string clone do it while he holds you.
• even if its not the real doffy, his tongue alone makes you melt into a puddle on the mattress.
• as soon as you've cum enough for his liking, he'll shove the clone out of the way and get to work on stretching you open for himself.
• hes not very comforting, but he'll make sure youre more than satisfied so long as he gets satisfaction too.
• is decent enough to let you adjust to him but his patience does have a limit, so hurry up and relax for him already, hes got other things he needs to get done today.
• hes not as gentle as you want him to be, but he'll get you to the finish line even if you cant keep his pace.
• having you so sensitive and compliant for him like this makes him all the more cocky (unfortunately).
• heavy on the teasing dirty talk.
• "so weak and helpless for me, pet... what would you even do without me here to take care of you?"
• always makes you cum hard on his cock; if you squirt, all the better for his ego.
• he has to admit, something stirs in his gut when he sees your blood dripping out alongside his cum.
• not very hands-on with the aftercare portion; it truthfully wigs him out being that vulnerable, even if its you.
• he'll send a maid in to help you clean up with anything that you might need or ask for.
• what really surprises you is the pretty bouquet that comes in along with the other aftercare items.
• ...
• it doesnt happen very often, but he'll stay to cuddle with you for a little bit before the maid comes if you manage to grab him before he leaves- you dont even have to say anything for him to know what you want.
• he supposes he can indulge you sometimes.
#one piece x reader#one piece x you#one piece x y/n#law x reader#trafalgar law x reader#bartolomeo x reader#bellamy x reader#bellamy the hyena x reader#corazon x reader#rosinante corazon x reader#donquixote doflamingo x reader#doflamingo x reader
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Lookism x Reader: Happy Holidays!
G/N. Soft fluff. (All my blorbos - Gun Park, Goo Kim, Ryuhei Kuroda, Jake Kim, Vin Jin, Samuel Seo)
Gun Park - Hat
For the man that could buy pretty much anything, you opted to go for homemade. A personal touch.
Issue is, your personal touch is pretty shitty and shoddy. Gun still accepts the hat with a straight face and heartfelt thanks even as you tell him he doesn't have to wear it.
Why wouldn't I, he thinks. You have spent your time and effort making this for him and he appreciates it. Even if it isn't quite his... taste.
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"What is that on your head?" Goo exclaims, torn between bursting into laughter and abject horror at the crimson bobble hat Gun is sporting. Ends of his hair poking out, and the colour highlighting the red of his windswept cheeks and nose.
"Fuck off."
"I think it's cute," Crystal grins as Goo whirls around and screeches.
"Cute?! Gun Park? Have you lost your mind?"
"Like you can say anything with those ridiculous mittens."
"My mittens are not ridiculous!"
Ignoring Crystal and Goo devolving into slinging insults at each other, Kouji glances at Gun and chuckles, opens his mouth to tease-
And is intercepted by a look from Gun, and a warning. "Shut it if you want to live."
Kouji's mouth slams shut.
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Goo - Mittens
"Tasteless," Gun sneers, and Goo kicks his ass for it.
"Tasteless," Kouji sighs, and Goo throws his laptop out the window.
"Tasteless," Crystal laments, and Goo- well. Goo can't exactly do anything. That's his boss's daughter, and nepotism is kinda a thing.
So he snarls, nostrils flaring and calls her tasteless too.
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"I. LOVE. THESE!" You screech, high and shrill when you yank the mittens out of the box.
Tasteless huh, Goo thinks smugly as you cover him in kisses, No surprise it's everyone else that has no taste.
Birds of a feather truly flock together where you and Goo are concerned. Birds of a feather will also be able to keep their hands warm with their couples mittens too.
A conjoined monstrous thing, that allows you two to keep holding hands through the bitter Seoul winter. Keeping your fingers intertwined and an objectively OTT display of PDA. That you had to be touching, can't even bear to keep your hands to yourself for a moment, that you would need such an accessory.
Goo thought it was perfect when he laid eyes on it, if the way you two are always attached at the hip is any indication.
You clearly think so too, when Goo unwraps his own gift-
-Delighted and cackling, pulling out the same duplicate mittens.
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Ryuhei Kuroda - Card
"Y/N!" Ryuhei calls you from down the hallway, waving enthusiastically before striding over.
"Here," he grins, handing over a card, "Happy Holidays. Hope you like it!"
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The card sits on your desk. It's somewhere between cringe and cheesy, and utterly charming.
On the front is a (badly) hand drawn picture of you and Ryuhei, signed with his signature in the corner. Inside, a couple lines of explicit filth accompanied with sickeningly sweet declarations and too many hearts and kisses to count.
You blame it on the festive period. That's the reason you're feeling so soppy and sentimental, why every time you look at the crappy drawing you can't help but smile.
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Ryuhei blinks, eyebrows shooting up to his hairline, "You kept it?"
"Yeah," you peer at the card in your periphery, "I like it."
"You like it? Really?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
You hear Ryuhei mumbling something about how someone (no prizes for guessing who) would always just dump them in the trash without opening.
"...And they weren't even lewd," he sighs, then perks up, any gloominess dissipating and eyes practically sparkling, "But that's all in the past."
Absolutely delighted, Ryuhei leans over your desk, practically lying across it, and punctuates each word with a kiss, "You!” MWAH “Like!” MWAH “It!” MWAH
"Yeah," you smile fondly at your idiot, cupping his face, "I like you too."
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Jake Kim - Gifts
Jake shrugs off his jacket and loosens his tie. It's been a long day. Actually, it's just been a long goddamn year.
He runs his fingers through his hair, ready to jump in the shower and straight to bed when-
Gift bags and presents cover his coffee table and a 'DO NOT OPEN! IT'S NOT FOR YOU!' sign catches his eye.
Huh. That is undoubtedly your scrawl, but if they're not gifts for him then...? He fires off a quick text.
Jake: hey, did you leave some presents at mine?
Y/N: yeah!
Y/N: i did some shopping and grabbed some stuff for your big deal boys
Y/N: and lua ofc
Jake, jaw dropping open at your thoughtfulness: really?
Y/N: yep. sinu and yeonhui too btw.
Jake: are you serious??
Y/N: yeah.. is that not ok?
He’s rendered speechless. And that you might even think that you have overstepped or any such nonsense is ridiculous.
Jake: wow
Jake: it’s more than ok
Jake: you didn’t have to
Jake: i appreciate it.thank you
Y/N: 😁 its just some small bits and pieces. i didn't think you would have time
Y/N: i left some food for you in the fridge too 🥰
His breath hitches and stomach grumbles, your message reminding his body he hasn't had anything since this morning.
Jake starts to type-
I can't believe-
You're the best-
I'm so lucky-
You're too good to-
I don't know what I would do without-
None of them feel right.
In the end he settles for something far simpler.
He dials your number, hears the question in your voice when you pick up.
And pours everything into three words, "I love you."
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Vin Jin - Cheonliang
Vin opts for casual and nonchalant, pretends it's something that he thought of rather than something that he has wondered about for the last few weeks.
(Used Mary as a soundboard and she had thought it was a good idea, and if Mary thinks it's a good idea then it definitely is.)
It was a passing thought, at first. A small seed planted and grown until all Vin can think about is how nice the holidays would be with you, how cool it would be to show you where he grew up.
He can't ever escape the awful memories there that still haunt him, but... maybe he can create new memories too.
With you.)
"If you're not doing anything for the holiday break," Vin keeps his eyes on his phone, scrolling now and then to keep up appearances, "Want to come visit Cheonliang with me?"
The question is casual. Easygoing. Breezy. His voice doesn't crack at the end. He's not holding his breath waiting for your reply. He doesn't desperately wish you would say yes, and hasn’t already planned the days with you in advance.
"Really?"
"Yeah," Vin forces himself to shrug, "Might be nice."
"I would love to!"
Vin takes a peek in your direction, double checks he didn't just hallucinate your agreement or that you're joking.
He didn't, and you're not. All he sees is excitement painted over your face and a wide smile. You know how much this means.
He wraps his arm around your shoulder, a weight lifted from his own. Equally anxious and thrilled to show you every part of himself.
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Samuel Seo - Gift
"This would look good on you," Samuel shows you a piece of fine jewellery on his phone. It's exquisite. A bit too much for everyday wear (of course Samuel would pick this out, he himself is a bit too much), though it really is stunning.
You tell him it's beautiful.
He pauses, studies your face, then clicks the screen off. Back to square one. "You don't love it."
It's not accusatory, just a statement. But he feels like he needs to get this right. Your first holiday together and you deserve the world. He wants to get you something, really spoil you, to show how much you mean to him.
You take in Samuel's face and can't help but giggle. Him trying to remain unaffected except for a small, telling pout.
"I would love it if you got it for me," You shuffle over until you're sitting in his lap, "But I don't need it."
He wraps you in his arms, adjusting until you're both comfortable, "What do you need?"
"Nothing," Grinning, "I don't need anything else."
"Fine, then what do you want?"
"You."
Your cheesy response earns an eye roll and a reluctant huff of laughter, "You got me. What else do you want?"
"Nothing," you repeat, leaning in and lifting his glasses off. "You're enough."
You pepper his face with kisses until Samuel melts into a puddle; all thoughts of proving his love with price tags and money completely forgotten.
#is it too early for a holiday fic? maybe#am i procrastinating doing work? definitely#lookism#lookism x reader#gun park x reader#goo kim x reader#ryuhei kuroda x reader#jake kim x reader#vin jin x reader#samuel seo x reader#gun park#goo kim#ryuhei kuroda#lookism ryuhei#ryuhei x reader#jake kim#vin jin#samue seo#lookism manhwa#lookism webtoon#lookism fic#wannaeatramyeon
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Did this actually happen in the game or is it my brain blorbo?
I think Zayne would 100% be the type of guy to do random sweet things for you because his love language has to be acts of service.
So one day you give him a little kiss on the cheek as a thank you.
He freezes for a second tries to play it cool but gives in.
“Do that again.”
“Huh?”
“What you did just now. I’d like for you to … do that again.”
So you lean in and graze his cheeks with your lips. He immediately feels a warm blush spreading on his face and he knows his ears have a pink tint to them.
“Again.” he demands shamelessly.
You’d be crazy if you complained so you oblige, only for him to grab you swiftly but carefully and somehow you end um straddling him.
“…Do it again”, he whispers with an almost sinful ring to it so that now it’s your turn to turn red, crimson almost. This position is more than embarrassing from however you look at it, but what kicks you off is that breathy almost begging tone you’re not used to hearing it from him.
You lean in, about to kiss his cheek again, when your eyes meet and you’re overwhelmed with such an intense feeling to have him repeat those sweet sounds. No matter what it takes.
His pupils are dilated, there is barely any of that beautiful hazel-green colour to be seen which is a shame but that flustered, almost obsessive look is a different kind of beautiful.
You boldly decide to press a kiss to his neck instead of his cheek, earning the best noise you’ve ever heard in your entire life to erupt from this so-called stoic snowman.
His hands fly to your waist. He’s gentle but firm enough to hold you in place. You practically feel his willpower, to hold back, slipping away from under his fingertips the longer they rest on you. He is oozing with need and you can’t help but reciprocate, curious what else lies beneath the surface of this always composed man.
“What you’re doing right now, is very dangerous.”
His voice is low and has a warning ring to it, one that makes your tummy feel funny. It’s addictive.
“Y-you know me I like danger-“
The second that sentence comes out of your mouth you want to slap yourself in the face maybe jump off the nearest bridge, but Zayne just smirks, slightly lifting one corner of his mouth.
“Of course you do …”
Don’t come for me I don’t know how to explain myself other than that I want need this man to be real and to be mine
#should I put as a warning that English is my third language so there may be mistakes?#lads zayne#love and deepspace#he is driving me inzayne#giggling and kicking my legs#inFold feel free to make this into a card anytime you want#joking … unless … 👉🏻👈🏻
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Ship dysphoria
Ok so a bit of time has gone by, and the 9-1-1 fandom is settling into a bit of an...existential crisis?
Because 90% of this fandom is built on Buddie. Buddie has always been the strongest driving force. We love our other blorbos, but it's Buddie that usually drives us feral.
Except...Buck/Tommy. OMG. It is WORKING for a lot of fans. (and JFC we cannot settle on a ship name. Tevan? Kinley? I'm gonna stick with Buck/Tommy)
A LOT of fans are having a "I'm a devoted Buddie shipper, why do I like this so much??" moment and it can almost feel like a betrayal, or that you're deserting the ship (the ship that, remember, Oliver told us to stay aboard).
And I think I can probably speak for everybody when I say that the last thing we want or need is a ship war in this fandom, something we haven't ever really had but which has torn other fandoms apart.
So I'm gonna put on my veteran-of-many-fandoms hat for a second and tell you a thing:
It's okay to ship Buck and Tommy. It's ok to do that and still ship Buddie. It's also okay to leave Buddie behind if it's not working for you anymore. It's okay to just tolerate Buck and Tommy and not really care about it, and stay focused on Buddie. You are allowed to ship however it works for you, and you are not limited to one and only one ship. If you decide you don't think Buddie will happen and you're going to cut your losses, that's okay, too. It is not a reflection on your character or something. You don't swear an oath of fealty to a ship.
We don't know how long Tommy will stick around, but Buck will still be bisexual. He may date another man. He may date a woman again. You can ship those things too.
But why is this ship hitting me so hard? I never thought I'd like Buck with another man! I'm so confused!
I get that. There are some reasons why that might be.
There is something very appealing about a ship that's canon. Some of you might never have had a canon queer ship, but the pull is strong. There's no guessing, no interpreting, no subtext-examining. It's there, it's real, you don't have to wonder if you're just overinterpreting things. Yes. Buck and Tommy kissed and are going on a date. Even if that's all it ever is, you'll never be accused of "seeing things that aren't there." Don't discount that.
Tommy, even in just 1.5 episodes, is a LOT more integrated into the firefam than any of Buck's previous girlfriends. Tim talked about not wanting him to be "siloed off" away from the main cast and that was exactly the problem with his prior girlfriends. Tommy is friends with Eddie. He knows Christopher and has hung out with him. He spent most of that loft conversation reassuring Buck that his place in Eddie's life was secure. He feels more like part of the gang than any other ones. That makes it easier to see him in Buck's life.
The mere fact of Buck's queer awakening is so monumental for so many of us that the character who helped him get there is going to naturally earn our affection immediately, and it's going to make you want that relationship to succeed, even if it's ulitmately not endgame for Buck. You want to see Buck have a good experience the first time out with a man. Of course you do.
And we just want to see Buck make out with a hot beefy firefighter. That is so valid of us.
Anyway. There is no need for a crisis. You can love Buddie with your whole heart and still be excited about this pairing, and want to see how it goes, and read fic about it. I may be writing a lil something myself.
You're good, fam.
#9-1-1#9-1-1 abc#buddie#buck/tommy#kinley#tommy kinard#evan buckley#eddie diaz#911#911abc#shipping#ship wars#buck's bisexual awakening
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fandom can be awful sometimes so heres a few reminders for my beloved mutuals:
- do whatever you want forever. if its not harming anyone or yourself you are amazing and you should continue doing it if it makes you happy
- ship wars/discourse suck ass. if its not a proship its fine, if someone has a different ship than you or interprets a ship differently you dont have to fight with them.
- your ocs are the best thing on this planet and you should share them
- your oc x canon is so wonderful and lovely and you should share it
- the ocs you created to be family members of other characters are awesome and you should share them
- your headcanons and interpretations of characters are awesome and you should share them
- hit that character with the beam. you know you want to. make them trans, make them gay, make them poc, make them disabled, make them fat, whatever makes you happy
- if someone is mean to you blow them up (hit the block button)
- be nice to others. support their art, their stories, their ocs and headcanons and ships, even if you arent very interested in them. stay curious!! ask about peoples ideas, because most of the time they want to share just as much as you do
- if other people have different interpretations or ideas, you dont have to agree or disagree with them. its okay to appreciate others opinions without telling them that theyre wrong
- if anyones ships/ideas/etc make you too uncomfortable, block them.
- if someone is too annoying to see in the tags, block them.
- if anyone is mean to you, block them. especially hate anons
- write whatever you want always. draw whatever you want always. draw those girls kissing draw that enby covered in blood write about that man going to see the dentist
- draw them as furries, as dragons, as humans, as objects, whatever your heart desires
- your selfship partner loves you always
- people arent always right about characters. sometimes theyre way far from canon, and its not really your place to correct them. if it makes you too uncomfortable block them.
- some people choose to not follow canon. do what you want forever, you are always right about your blorbo. you are not limited to canon or what the fandom depicts the character as
- dont be the one to send anon hate
- its okay to be a hater and a lover. you can hatepost on your blog just as much as you lovepost. just dont main tag it (thats mean) and dont add it onto other peoples posts who like what youre hating on (thats also mean)
- if someone is hating on something you like, its best not to engage with it.
feel free to add anything i missed :] i love u mutuals you should tell me everything about your ocs and ships and headcanons forever. pls
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Y'all imagine being able to give gifts to the BG3 companions, kinda like you can in Stardew, some gifts will raise your relationship/friendship level with them, others will lower it, and there would be a corresponding conversation
So like
Imagine if you could give vials of blood to Astarion? Bottles of wine too?
Or any rare or interesting books to Gale?
Imagine if you could give Halsin back his pipe and journals (if you take them like I do) (I always put them in his inventory once he's a companion)
Any of those stuffed bears to Karlach? Maybe having an option to gift her bottles of water that, if you're romancing her, she can pour on herself so you can get a quick kiss? (I always feel bad throwing it at her)
Maybe even specific weapons for Lae'zel? Or if you could gift her any tadpoles you find so she could destroy them?
Imagine too, if you will, that depending on where you are in her story, you could gift Shadowheart any of the many many many Selunite items you come across in your travels. If you give it to her too early she gets mad, but she's quite happy and thankful if you give it to her after freeing Dame Aylin. I imagine if you give it to her in her Dark Justiciar run she'd instantly destroy it, maybe even leave the party for your disrespect to Shar
Imagine having special mini quests almost where you could also make something to give them. Like imagine if Wyll at some point mentions in passing that his horns are taking getting used to and kinda ache, and you can talk to any of the tieflings in the tiefling party and they give you the recipe for a home remedy, like a soothing balm that you can make for him to ease the aches and pains.
Or if you could, once in the city, bring something to Halsin to remind him of home, of the forest and the woods- perhaps a potted plant that is native to the area near the grove, or perhaps a bundle of dried flowers or something of the like.
Astarion, imagine if you could gift him a new set of clothing made specially for him, or even drain your own blood into an empty bottle so he can have some if he gets hungry.
Larian let me give my lil blorbos gifts
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The Best Part about Baldur's Gate 3 is I can put any of these blorbos together and have a good ship.
Like, my top three are
Lae'zel x Shadowheart - Enemies to lovers girlies who tried to murder each other numerous times. They turn against their god and now can go take care of their owl bear and githyanki kid. Plus the bury the hatchet exchange cracks me up.
Gale x Astarion - Autism wizard rizz vs vampire seductive rizz. Who wins? The answer may surprise you.
Wyll x Karlach - THE GOODEST BABIES DESERVE TO BE HAPPY AND BE IN FAERUN BUT THEM STICKING TOGETHER TO HELP KARLACH AND THEN THEM COMING BACK AND PROTECTING THE SWORD COAST TOGETHER AFTER THEY FIX KARLACH'S ENGINES
But like
Lae'zel x Gale - Gale's genuine interest in the githyanki and being able to teach Lae'zel all about faerun? Adorable as hell.
Astarion x Shadowheart- Goth bitches, do hair together, drink wine and talk shit about everyone. Also what vampire doesn't want a hot girlfriend who can cast daylight and just ruin Cazador's day?
Astarion x Wyll - Wyll using all his knowledge of vampires to help Astarion and he would totally help Astarion find a cure.
Karlach x Astarion - Now I prefer Gale x Astarion because personal preference but like, this is the second healthiest dynamic by virtue of Astarion's bullshit don't work on the woman who can't touch. And how excited he is when you finally get to kiss? Fucking hell.
Wyll x Gale - look at their interactions they are fucking adorable. Wyll trying to give Gale a nickname???? And them being good boys together???
Shadowheart x Karlach - Ball of sunshine x someone who really needs one to be dragged out her shell. Plus Shadowheart needs a hug.
Lae'zel x Karlach - violent women who will ruin your day if you piss them off, expect one of those women will hold the other one back if you don't deserve it.
I just need an update where you can make this a polycule.
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#baldur gate iii#gale dekarios#astarion#bg3 astarion#gale of waterdeep#bg3 gale#karlach baldurs gate 3#karlach#bg3 shadowheart#shadowheart#wyll ravengard#wyllstarion#bg3 wyll#baldurs gate wyll#laezel#lae'zel bg3#lae'zel baldur's gate 3#bg3 lae'zel#gale x astarion#gale x wyll#bladeweave#bloodweave#karlach x astarion#karlach x wyll#shadowheart x lae’zel
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Why do you think people fight do much over these ships?
A. certain people are always going to be incapable of behaving reasonably online, especially when it comes to which of their blorbos they want to kiss each other.
B. many zutara shippers point out that, if the narrative had led to its natural ending, zutara should have been canon. compared to fanon ships in other fandoms where most shippers are content to just let the ship be fanon (dramione comes to mind) this poses a greater "threat" to canon shippers.
C. bryke.
and no, that's not an exaggeration. creators have a lot of influence in shaping fandom behaviour, and bry.ke taking every opportunity to publicly shit on zutara and mock zutara shippers even up to this year has no doubt made canon shippers think they're justified in doing the same.
their gross lack of professionalism is the main reason i will never respect them as creators because part of the responsibility of being a storyteller is knowing that the story ceases to belong solely to you once it's out in the world. you will never be able to control how people interpret the story you wanted to tell, and they're not always going to interpret it the way you want them to. sometimes, those perspectives will be wrong. they'll be the complete opposite of what you were trying to say. they may even make you uncomfortable.
but if it's not hurting any real individual, you have no right to publicly disparage, mock, or judge them for those interpretations. especially by doing things like taking fanart they sent you out of love for the story you created and using it to make fun of them in front of an entire audience at comic con.
storytelling is a two-way street, and if you can't treat the people on the other end with respect and dignity just because you don't agree with their takes on fictional characters, then you have no business being a creator in the first place.
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What is it with Baldurs Gate 3, that this game has so many characters I completly obsess about? I am usually a "one-true-blorbo" kinda girl. Fenris, Solas, Garrus, Jaal. Those are my Bioware blorbos.
I might try to smooch some one else but it never really works out.
Now for some reason, in BG3 my brain makes blorbos out of half the cast.
Astarion is my No 1. He is a very angry feral cat and I will love him till I die. He is perfect and sweet and angry and deserves sunlight and hugs and sweet gentle kisses and patience and a fucking hero in shining armor who stands beside him, without expecting shit in return. Who is there and is his shield and voice of reason. Some one who doesn't save him but gives him the space and chance, so he can save himself.
But damn, there is Raphael who takes way to much space in my brain lately. Give me that pillow princess and I will make him so much better he forgets what contracts even are. This poor sweet devil prince who never experienced love or someone who truly cares about him. All he knows is terms and conditions and life is so much more than transaction. Such a shame that he cant be romanced ingame. He is just the best devil and damn he looks soo soo yum. (WHERE IS MY RAPHAEL ROMANCE)
Karlach who is the bestest ever and I want her to ride me into the ground, and I want to hug her and hold her hand and never let her go and tell her is is the best thing since the invention of icecream and she deserves EVERYTHING!
Gale, sweet Gale who deserves unconditional true love, kindness and so many kisses. Someone who tells him "you are enough" and just loves him and blows him till he sees stars.
Wyll who deserves someone loyal, and sweet, who stands beside him and doesn't throw him away and tells him he is perfect the way he is. Also dances in the moonlight yayyy!
Dammon with his cute smile and sweet voice who needs to be smooched very gently. (WHERE IS MY DAMMON ROMANCE? Also he and Karlach would be perfect for each other if not romanced)
Rolan with his snotty attitude who needs to be smooched very hard. Also he needs to be fucked against a wall. (WHERE IS MY ROLAN ROMANCE)
Zevlor who deserves all the hugs and love. Also he needs someone who grabs his horns while riding him into the ground. (WHERE IS MY ZEVLOR ROMANCE)
Lae'zel and Shadowheart are made for each other. They are my sweet angry baes who really need to take a room and fuck it out of their system. Sorry, I would love each one of them but I just don't dare to come between them. But I will be their cheerleader and be the most embarrassing friend when they finally stop being silly. How sad is it that our companions dont find each other if we dont romance them. They deserve love, and Tav/Durge cant kiss them all!
Halsin who gives the sweetest bear hugs and seems somehow lost in Act 3, and should be kissed and hugged and be given lots of little ducky plushies.
Jaheira who is just the coolest and a damn good friend and gives great (bad) advice and who would share a blunt and a bottle of wine and I would listen to her stories all day, I love her so much. We all should have a Jaheira in our life.
Minsc who also tells the best stories and if you want really good (bad) advice you would ask Boo. He would be the best (worst) wingman, and the no 1 person you go to when you have a bad day. He just makes everything better. When in doubt just go and do some asskicking and everything is good.
How can ONE (1) game have so many wonderful characters, where I want to band almost every single one of them.
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate 3#astarion#raphael#bg3 raphael#karlach#dammon#rolan#zevlor#lae'zel#shadowheart#gale#wyll#halsin#jaheira#minsc#companions#blorbo
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Just for fun, here are my rapid fire rambling thoughts on the ATLA ships and platonic dynamics hehe (please don’t go full ship wars tho - these are just my opinions as a chill multishipper!)
My Favorite Ships:
• Zukka - My current brainrot and main ship!! I know they aren’t canon but I really love them and their potential okay😭I just feel like their personalities would work so well! Sokka would call Zuko on his shit and Zuko would be good at grounding Sokka when he needs it. Plus I have seen some absolutely breathtaking AUs with this ship! And fire-and-ice vibes except gay! Them <3
• Kataang - Cutiessss!! I love them! They may not be the ship I think about most often, but when I do think about them, they’re adorable! Aang is such a “my wife” guy and Katara absolutely adores him back! Also the last airbender x last southern waterbender dynamic goes HARD! I like that these two are canon!
• Yuetara - Listen I know they barely interacted but THEY’VE ACTUALLY GROWN ON ME SO MUCH LATELY AND I VERY HIGH KEY SHIP THEM! Something about like, Katara thinking about Yue when she bends is so😭Their story would be heartbreaking in the best way!! Sapphic noncanon blorbos <3
• Mailee - These two are SO cute and have so much potential rahhh!! Again, love some noncanon sapphics <3
• Batkoda - Super SUPER cute and silly and fun! The dads fr <3 Bato is either Katara and Sokka’s adopted uncle or their stepdad and I love it for them hehe! This usually pairs well with a “Hakoda adopts Zuko” AU lmao!
Other Canon/Relatively Popular Ships:
• Zutara - A good ship! I see the potential and tbh it’s very very fun to think about sometimes!!! However, some of y’all toxic Zutara stans need to leave my boy Aang alone lmao. Those who are chill tho, I rock with y’all!! Overall, I’m not opposed if it’s done well and I do sometimes seek out Zutara content! I personally do prefer writing them as found siblings tho, especially with the Azula and Katara parallels!!
• Sukka - Canon cuties!! I really like them! Suki my BELOVED <3 She’s so underrated!
• Yukka - Also canon cuties! They make me sad tho ahhhhh😭😭😭
• Maiko - Also ALSO canon cuties!! They have an interesting dynamic that I can really appreciate! And gotta love Mai <3
• Jinko - Jin my beloved! These two had a super cute dynamic during the one episode they had together lmaoooo, tho I don’t think about this ship too too often.
• Tokka - I don’t mind it if it’s them getting together as adults! But tbh I personally don’t prefer shipping them as teens and I think Toph’s crush was just a typical young girl crush on someone slightly older lol. Definitely not horrible and most Tokka shippers are relatively chill! I like to think Sokka sees Toph as a little sister tho.
Now For Some Of The Crackship-y/Less Popular Ships (based on ships I’ve actually seen):
• Zukki (Zuko/Sokka/Suki) - Power throuple fr and I love some polyamory!! While I mostly lean plain Zukka, this is extremely fun to think about and would be a great dynamic!
• Mai/Ty Lee/Suki - Saw this in a Zukka fic once and it was adorableeeeee! I may not have plans to actively write this or anything, but it’s cute! Another power throuple!
• Jetko - I don’t think they would be compatible long term, but by god they are very very fun to think about in a “Jet flirts with Zuko and Zuko is completely oblivious and they share one kiss before everything goes to shit” way lmao!
• Taang - I can respect it!! I will always love them as chaos siblings personally, but it’s a totally valid and chill ship!
• Katoph - Not a bad ship at all! I’ve only come across like one post tho lmao. Also I do think I heavily prefer them as found sisters, but that’s just me personally! Again, totally a valid and chill ship!
• Azutara - I’m very neutral on this lmao. I don’t despise it at all and it could be pretty interesting?? But tbh really not something I plan to seek out.
• Azulaang - I mean?? I’m also pretty neutral on this one. Aang would be kind to her if she was trying to get help but…idk lmao.
• Tyzula - I see the potential, but I personally think Mai and Ty Lee had a healthier and more interesting and more realistic dynamic. Just my preference tho!
(I think I just want Azula to be in therapy before I reallyyyyy ship her lmao, but NOT THE KIND OF “THERAPY” SHE WAS GIVEN IN THE COMICS)
• Zukaang - I don’t love this as a ship honestly. The canon age gap as teens is sketchy for my personal taste, tho I’ve seen people ship them in “Aang was 16 when he got frozen” AUs and that’s…better and I can get behind it a little! It would be interesting! But I think Roku being Zuko’s great-grandpa just still throws me off of this ship. I don’t have any beef with the shippers tho! I’m very “live and let live” and I have seen so much worse lol.
Can’t Forget My Fav Platonic Dynamics!
• Sokka and Aang - Two found brothers who share one idiot braincell when they interact LMAO! Love them always <3
• Sokka and Katara - The siblings ever!!
• Zuko and Aang - Enemies to found brothers!! Canon besties! I love their friendship and their parallels SO MUCH!!
• Toph and Katara - Absolutely ADORABLE as found sisters!!!! Love them!
• Zuko and Katara - I really like their development in a platonic sense and I think they’re very very fun and lovely found siblings by the end!!!! Zuko is 100% the brother that just “yeah my sister can and will whoop your ass” LMAO!
• Zuko and Toph - Also very found siblings in my head!! Only have a handful of solo interactions in canon but I DON’T CARE! I WILL FOUND FAMILY THEM ANYWAY! I’m a “Toph seeks out Zuko for sibling hugs/cuddles when she’s cold because he’s basically a space heater” truther.
• Uncle Iroh and the Gaang - Zuko needs to learn to share because that is ALL OF THEIR Uncle!!!
• Hakoda and Zuko - I thrive in this section of the fandom!! They have exactly one (1) frame together in canon, but I ADORE Dadkoda adopting Zuko! Something about it is just so wholesome and cute!!! My very very fav ATLA fics are this trope!!#LetHakodaBitchSlapOzaiAndAdoptZuko2024
• Uncle Iroh and Zuko - God they make me so ALSNDKSNXNCNSNSNXNX, y’know?
• The Gaang as a whole - Obvious I know, but I really do love them😭They all bonded sm and I adore their little family!! I eat up fanart of the Gaang cuddling like CANDY omg. And yes Suki is included in the Gaang because WHY WOULDN’T SHE BE!
Anyway, thanks for coming to my TedTalk. If you made it to the end, you get a big platonic kiss on the forehead MWAH!
#atla#avatar the last airbender#zukka#yuetara#mailee#kataang#found family#fanfiction#the gaang#multishipper
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apogee; crow x f!guardian ficlet
thinking about the final shape today and rotating my blorbos (crow and cherish), so have some feelsy fic I Guess. my heart 😭 also on ao3
How strange for all of them to reunite within the Traveler, yet stranger things have happened. Nightfall comes, and their plans are at a halt as bottles are passed around and their bodies demand recharging.
They take a much needed moment of respite. Ikora meditates, Zavala and Cayde talk quietly to the side, while Crow and Cherish huddle side by side on the ground, their backs pressed against a stack of crates. They are facing the ever-swirling portal of the Traveler, watching it, almost hypnotized.
Even in a moment of danger, this feels serene. The Traveler's presence envelopes them into a blanket of safety, of reassurance, even if it needs it more than they do.
Crow's fingers slide between Cherish's, while she turns her face to press her lips against his. Their kiss vacillates between passion and tenderness, and they catch seconds for air.
When either one is out of breath, Cherish presses her head against Crow's face.
"I've missed you," she whispers, putting every day of those longest months in her words. And every day she did, ever since Crow left through the portal. Every day she prayed to the Traveler that he would be safe within its embrace.
"I did too," Crow echoes. She believes him, wholeheartedly.
They hold each other's hands and watch the sky. The night is beautiful, deep and meaningful. An occasional star falls across it, a spark of Light, distant and yet not. Every now and then the ground beneath them heaves as the Traveler gasps for freedom. But it is strong to wait and to give its warriors, its Guardians, a moment to prepare for what's to come.
"It reminds me of our stargazing back in EDZ," Cherish says with a small smile on her face.
"I doubt we shall find the same constellations here."
"No, but it is just as good. Actually, I don't care where we do it. As long as..." she looks up at Crow, her thumb resting over this chin, "...we are side by side."
Crow kisses her fingertip, leaning into the cup of her palm. Cherish bites on her lip, bidding away the tears that have been threatening to spill for hours now. Instead, she focuses on the warmth of Crow's cheek, on the Awoken markings that line his face, on the glow of his eyes. How lucky is she that this is the face she gets to love, for years now?
"Keep safe tomorrow, yeah?" Crow whispers. "It'd be... sad if anything were to happen to you. After everything."
"Says who," Cherish smiles, but even her smile is bittersweet. "I'll be fine. And you will. We have to be."
She makes a promise for him. They are at the end of the road, all the paths they have taken, all the choices they've made, all converging on this point, on this hour. Deep inside, they are both frightened.
But their duty calls, and their Light is to be tested by the highest power. But as long as there is something to come back to, someone, it might all just be possible.
#destiny 2#destiny 2 fanfiction#guardian x crow#yw x crow#the young wolf x crow#the guardian#the crow#cherish#fanfiction#driftcreates#i love them so much i'm ASDFG
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I love how much you love kal 🩷 I am not his biggest fan bc I detest how traviss' misogyny seems to come out mostly thru him as opposed to other characters, especially through the way he treated etain but your take about flaws being an integral part of what makes a person themself is CHEF'S KISS 🤌
omg thank you so much 🥰 i can, have, and will talk about him for hours, i will write a thesis statement, i will make a powerpoint, i will wax poetic about the themes of repcomm and how much they mean to me interminably
goddd please don't take this as me trying to change your mind or arguing with you or anything, i totally understand that the books were written in like 2004 and kt has had some. unfortunate. blog posts ect ect
i am also never trying to bash etain in any way to defend my favoritest blorbo kal skirata, i definitely think that her character arc was poorly handled and the narrative itself was unkind to her. i don't blame any of the characters for that and i choose to believe the best of her as a character despite the narrative fucking her over deeply
i just don't think kal reads as misogynistic
even narratively with many of the female characters beginning to do traditional 'women's work' like cooking ect, the characters treat laseema's ability to run a kitchen for several dozen people as a hugely valuable skill, and most of those women with like, the exception of rav, are not trained as fighters, and it would be hugely irresponsible for the soldier characters to be like 'hey do you wanna come on this mission even though you have no idea how to do black ops shit so that i don't look like im being discriminatory'
that rant aside, and LET US NOT FORGET BESANY MOTHERFUCKIN 'STARTED AN ARMED SIEGE IN A HOSPITAL' WENNEN
here is my take on how kal treated etain and her pregnancy announcement
-nobody ever mentions the Check Incident when they talk about this. etain did something that greatly upset ordo, and although she was right and her actions saved besany's life, one of the points of repcomm is that no matter how morally correct or justified your action was, the consequences of it don't go away. and then instead of trying to solve it directly with ordo (which is fair because ordo is scary as fuck and also violently angry with her about it, and kal is pretty approachable) she talks to kal about it instead. he was pretty unhappy about that, and to him that looks like her not really treating ordo as a man and an equal
-after the initial blowup, kal isn't unkind to her. i believe the next time they actually see each other in person was on dorumaa when she was having complications, and he was concerned and was nice to her despite how messy the last time they saw each other was. etain was anxious he would still be mad at her, but he wasn't
-yes, he is angry with her at first. he blows up. he's an angry person, that's a very, very core trait of his- he perceived one of his sons being taken advantage of, if he didn't get angry about that he wouldn't be kal skirata
-i hate to bring this up but it is canonical that etain intended to become pregnant, on purpose, while suggesting to darman that she wasn't going to get pregnant. and i choose to believe that that's kt fucking her over narratively. but she did do something without even talking to darman about it at all, and then just like with checking ordo, went to kal about it instead expecting him to be able to fix the problem
-and he did. sure, he made demands, he didn't leave her much choice at all, he threatened her. but he did give her what she asked for. her intention was to give darman a mandalorian son, and kal did what he felt he needed to do to make sure darman's son was raised as a mandalorian
honestly my ideal fix-it for that scenario is actually kal going one step FARTHER and forcing etain to resign from her rank, and possibly the order if she has to. you chose to be a mother. you can't also be a general. for both your safety, and the safety of the baby, you cannot HAVE A PREGNANT WOMAN ACTIVELY PARTICIPATING IN A WAR JESUS CHRIST (yes he thought qiilura should be as safe as possible but STILL)
and just like with etain and ordo, no matter how justified your action was, you still have to face the consequences. and kal does when darman punches his lights out about it lol
also #ETAINLIVES. in anything i ever write or draw or have headcanons about lol. 501st is a whump fic with interesting character information to me, basically. last couple chapters of order 66 on ain't canon. not in my heart.
#repcomm#republic commando#kal skirata#goddd i swear im not trying to argue about this#if you dont like kal thats perfectly fine i understand he does not appeal to everyone#im not trying to change ur mind or anything#i wasnt kidding about being ready and willing to write whole essays about anything repcomm related at the slightest provocation
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A little birthday gift for @artistic-endchamber!! I know Yuno is your blorbo so I had to make a little something something with him ^^
Hope you like it!
Pairing: Yuno x gn!reader Genre: Hurt-comfort, romance Length: ~1,2k Contains: themes of doubt and melancholy, maybe ... self-esteem issues if you squint????, but I promise a surprise, a kiss, and a fluffy ending~
Yuno had been busy lately. Which… you supposed hadn’t exactly been a new thing. Because he was busy on most days. Weeks. Months. Actually, a lot of the knights had been busy during the last couple of years because there had just been a lot going on in Clover. It seemed like something new rose everything couple of months.
Even when a larger threat had been taken care of, a new one was just as quick to rise its big ugly head. Like they were lined up, just waiting to take their turn at taking a swing on Clover.
Which… well… at least they didn’t come at you at the same time.
But. The fact remained. Yuno was busy.
You were busy.
But he was more so. Which… you kind of understood. He had a lot of responsibilities and his goals were still far ahead of himself, though they were always closer than ever before. Because he was taking steps towards those goals that still existed in the horizon every day. Even if they might have been little steps, still it was one more step ahead.
And that was one of the things that you loved about him. How aspirational he could be. How he was determined to make something of himself. How he had goals and dreams and he wasn’t afraid to pursue them. Even if there was stubbornness to it. Almost like he was blind to any other possibility than the path he had set on. Almost.
It was one of the things you loved about him. His determination. And you did love him.
You just, sometimes, wished that he’d make a little more time for you, for the two of you.
Though, the next thought, which followed the wish, was the knowledge that you had been caught up in responsibilities as well. So, it wasn’t exactly all on him either. Life had just been busy. Full of a lot of different kinds of events.
Burdens and troubles.
Life had just been… difficult, as of late.
But now… it was your birthday. And you had hoped that he’d be the first to greet you. Give you a present. Maybe at least a quick kiss and a hello before venturing to things he’d need to do during the day.
Only that he had been out the door before the first light of morning.
You didn’t exactly even know why. Or what he needed to do so early on. Not that you usually knew, precisely, what he was doing.
Sure, he kept you informed, where, roughly he was and when he was coming back but details weren’t necessary.
However… there you were, going about, on your birthday. Though they said that with age, birthdays started becoming less and less important. Which was kind of true. They certainly weren’t the same as … ten years ago, for example. But it would have been nice to do something together. Get a gesture of appreciation.
It wasn’t like you were expecting a big surprise party or anything. Just… a little something.
So, there you were, walking through the hallway of the base, wondering about it all. Trying to reason your emotions to yourself. Trying to reason how he maybe forgot, which was why he had been so quick to leave. And maybe he wasn’t good with dates. Or how his brain was buzzing with already so many things. Or maybe… some third option that you could think of as long as you kept at it.
But nothing seemed to surface. Which made a sigh escape your lips as you placed your hand onto the cool metal surface of the door handle. Its shape and feel were familiar to you, but somehow it felt heavier. As if weighed down by your disappointment, the grey clouds that were swirling around your head as if a fog that covered everything around you, and made you walk as in in a dream.
Though not a pleasant one.
Your hand pressed onto the handle, and the door opened before you.
But not to an empty room.
Not a crowded room either.
Yuno was standing there, with a bouquet of flowers in hand. There was an assortment of roses and lavenders and some golden yellow flower that made you think of his eyes. At the corner of your spacious bedroom, a courtesy of the Golden Dawn, was a small table, set with a dinner. Drinks. And to the side, there was a small dessert platter.
Your head turned to him, and though you could barely register it, your mouth was agape.
“Hey,” a simple greeting left him, as your eyes shifted between the table, the flowers, and him.
But you barely managed a reply. If the disbelieving expression on your face counted as one.
“I know I have been away a lot,” he admitted, while looking down to the depths of the floor between you. “And I haven’t been good with expressing myself about how much I care for you.” It was a fact. He wasn’t good at expressing himself in words. “But I wanted to do something…” he trailed off, as a faint blush appeared on his cheeks.
Your mouth was still agape, but now your head was turning from side to side, as if to shake of the disbelief, the stagnant state of your body and mind. Because it just didn’t-, you weren’t sure what to say? How to react. What to say.
So. You opted to say nothing. Just let our head sway from side to side.
And then your rushed across the floor.
Opened your arms and dived into his embrace. Or dived to embrace him, as he was still holding the flowers. But his arm stretched to the side to move them out of the way, and wrapped his arms around you instead.
His body felt tense, as if he hadn’t expected the hug. The emotions. The way you nearly clung to him from all the emotions. The turmoil. The thoughts that swirled in your head, but combined into a kind of static where no singular thing surfaced over the others.
Other than him.
His presence.
His scent and the way his body felt strong and secure. And as his body relaxed, as if melted into the embrace, it felt as if a shield from all the dark clouds that had been left in the hallway. A comforting blanket.
Your knight in shining armour.
“I thought…” you uttered as a whisper, and felt the corners of his mouths tug up against your skin.
“I wouldn’t. Not ever,” he replied, as if having guessed what you meant.
You parted from him, just enough to look him in the eye for a moment that felt much longer than it seemed. A breath. A whisper. A fraction of an eternity.
Until he leaned closer, and pressed his lips against yours.
A kiss to seal the words, the promise and the affirmation, that you’d never come second in his life to his goals. Not where it counted.
While both of you had your lives and aspirations… where it counted, you’d always be first. His one and only.
He might have been a man of a few words, but it didn’t mean that he wouldn’t have felt very deeply. In fact, all the words he couldn’t express, he felt. He was just trying to learn to show them to you.
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