#imm not sure what this means

[catatonic-chaos-climax]

I only have one testicle and I feel like it's homophobic that i don't get preferred treatment on public transportation

[polarsirens]

oh man, that trailer

[shanastoryteller]

Happy holidays! Dealers choice?

a continuation of 1

The young Lord de Bois returns with the same uptight lord as before and a young dark skinned man who’s grinning like this is the funniest thing he’s ever seen. They disappear into the blacksmith’s home along with several other men and Mrs. Cole, who’s husband’s been dead for thirty years and who apparently remembers a time two lords past when things were handled differently.

They don’t emerge for the rest of the day, candles bright in the cracks of the shutters to show that they’re working through the night. It’s almost noon the next morning when the village assembles to hear what’s been decided

Merlin still isn’t allowed to look, but he sneaks glances anyway. He wishes he could get a better look at Lord de Bois, but there are several people in his way, almost deliberately keeping him from view. He wonders what his mother promised them to get them to do that.

“My father,” Lord de Bois sighs, “has decided that if I’m old enough to complain about how things are handled then I’m old enough to handle them myself. Ealdor is now under my purview and authority, which means we’re going to have to turn a profit here if it kills me.”

Great. How does he expect to do that here? He might as well just execute people now if he’s planning on starving them slowly. He’d seemed to know better, before, but now that it’s his neck on the line he’s apparently a lot less sympathetic.

“And it might,” says a new voice, probably the dark skinned man Lord de Bois has brought along.

“Shut up, Elyan,” Lord de Bois says, just for a moment reminding Merlin that they’re nearly the same age. “We’ve worked up a new plan for mining for ore and replanting the fields – the soil’s exhausted and it’s all too far from the river. We’re going to have to set up an irrigation system as well.”

They know that. They’ve always known that. It’s just that there’s nothing to be done about when the time lost to start again would mean they lose out on a whole season of crops, since the ground is too cold to do much of anything in the winter and they don’t have the people do any of that and get food in and out of the ground.

There’s stirrings of discontent and it’s Will, of course, who shouts, “Who’s going to be doing all that? We need to eat ourselves, not waste time feeding you too!”

“You little,” hisses the lord from before and there’s again the sound of a sword being drawn.

“Enough, Gregory,” Lord se Bois snaps before addressing them. “Unfortunately, I am now required to put my money where my mouth is. I’ll be covering your taxes this year to the king and providing grain to make up for the lost food while we work out these changes. Your debt now is not to the king, but to me. I’ll be coming back frequently to check on your progress.”

Merlin pinches himself, sure he’s dreaming. Who does this? It’s crazy. It’s ridiculous.

It might actually work.

“You can’t just let them take and get nothing in return,” Gregory says angrily. “Don’t be stupid about this.”

“Too late for that,” Elyan says. “Why don’t you take someone to work at the castle? Their wages can be put to the town’s debt.”

Lord de Bois sighs. “Why would I take someone useful from here when I’m trying to get all this done?”

“Take someone useless, then,” Elyan suggests.

Oh no.

“Alright then. Who here is useless?” he calls out, clearly mocking.

Merlin’s ears burn as he feels the weight of far too many people’s gazes. It’s not his fault! His magic just makes things – complicated.

“Wow,” Lord de Bois says, laughter running through his voice. “Move aside then. Show me this useless person.”

His mother tenses at his side as people shift and then Merlin is staring down at a pair leather boots that are probably worth more than everything he’s ever touched combined.

“Who’re you, then?”

He’s not supposed to move or speak or look at anyone, but surely his mother can’t expect him to ignore a lord. “Merlin.”

“Look at me when I’m speaking to you, Merlin.” He snaps his head up and is immediately caught up in the brightest blue eyes he’s ever seen. “Are you useless?”

His face burns and he shrugs.

“He’s young, my lord,” his mother says carefully, and Merlin can’t help but feel guilty over the way her voice wavers.

Lord de Bois’s face softens. “You’re his mother, then?”

She dips into a curtsy. “Hunith, if it pleases my lord.”

“Hunith,” he says, “don’t worry. He’ll be fine at the castle. Being my servant isn’t that difficult.”

His what?

“Your servant?” Gregory sputters. “Every time your uncle assigns you one, you fire them for incompetence!”

“Well,” Lord de Bois says, “then he’ll at least be in good company.”

Elyan walks over and claps Merlin in the arm hard enough that he stumbles. “Good luck.”

Lord de Bois rolls his eyes and Merlin considers how his he should really be careful what he wishes for.

He’s going to get plenty of chances to look at Lord de Bois, apparently.

~

His mother lectures him over and over again about keeping his magic to himself, about how they’ll try and control him and abuse him and turn it into something terrible and dangerous if they know what he can do. He really can’t do much of anything, but he nods and agrees and lets her kiss his face.

They don’t have a horse to spare, so he rides with Elyan. Gregory takes the lead, angrily muttering to himself the whole time and Elyan leans over and whispers to Lord de Bois, “We could just make him walk back. He might run out of steam by then.”

“We’re not going to get that lucky,” he sighs.

The ride is shorter than Merlin had feared, which is good because he’s not used to riding. They enter the city just after nightfall and they pull the gates open as soon as they catch sigh of them. Several people brighten and wave when they see Elyan and Lord de Bois, although they duck away from Gregory.

There’s an actual castle. Merlin is being taken to a real castle. It feels fake and he’s walking inside one.

“ARTHUR!” a high pitched, childish voice yells out as the sound of small feet come running.

“Excuse me, my lord,” Gregory says, beating a hasty retreat.

“Is he running from a little girl?” Merlin asks, too surprised to keep silent like he’s supposed to.

“She doesn’t put up with him like we do,” Elyan answers.

What?

“Arthur! You’re back!” shouts a girl who can’t be older than six with brown eyes and curly brown hair.

Lord de Bois scoops her up in his arms. “I told you I would be.”

“You lie,” she says promptly, wrapping her arms around his neck. Merlin finds himself pinned by her narrowed eyes and understands Gregory a little better. “Who’s this?”

Lord de Bois – Arthur, apparently, since now there’s more than one Lord de Bois to keep track of – says, “This is Merlin. He’s going to be my servant. Merlin, this is my cousin, Amabel de Bois.”

Before Merlin can figure out how to greet a child lady, she says, “Hi Merlin. I’m a witch.”

Uh.

Arthur rolls his eyes. “Stop telling people that.” Merlin relaxes. “You’re going to be a sorceress, but only if you study very hard and listen to your mother. You don’t think she became a high priestess without listening to her tutors, do you?”

Merlin tries very hard to not make any sort of expression at all.

“Yes,” Amabel says promptly.

 Arthur makes a face. “Well, maybe, I wouldn’t put it past her, but you have to listen. You haven’t even stabbed any of them with a sword, I don’t know why you’re going through so many.”

“She lit the last one on fire,” Elyan says. “Honestly, between the two of you it’s a shock that any of them are willing to step foot in the castle.”

He shrugs. “Well, my aunt and uncle are very scary. Dad’s not, but that’s what he has them for.”

This is so much worse than he’d feared. Keeping his magic a secret among a bunch of nobles was going to be bad enough, but a high priestess? And a kid training to be a sorceress?

Merlin has no idea what he’s gotten himself into.

[breedbun]

in honour of my return i will finally do my only request..

WANDERER x male reader

warnings; slight feminisation (you wear a dress, guys hit on u and call u girly stuff), transmasc reader, spanking, vaginal, degradation, rough sex, dubcon(?), aggressive and really angry sex, release control, mention of wanderer being a puppet, slight breeding kink mention??

more; hiii hab fun with funny puppet guy!!! anyway basically imm finally making a return.. sry guys too busy writing my genshin ocs (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) not much to say, but my birthday just passed on the 30th of may so like yraaah!!

(edit; i forgot this was requested as transmasc reader and i just. like i just went blank ok i wrote this at 6-7am in the fucking morning after sleeping at 3:40. it's ok tho i edited it!! fun fact it's 9am rn HAHAHAHA,, edit count; 3x)

yay hab fun !! ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆ vv

You've had a couple drinks, a few swigs and chugs of cheap wine, here and there. Obviously, you were just itching to start something you couldn't finish, like.. flirting with the bartender, but he was much too gruff and rugged for your liking. Or spending the night in some rich merchant's bed, and hurriedly rush to stuff all the jewels and pretty diamonds you could find in his room into your bag. Simply put, you were bored. At least without him here..

Sure, it's been a couple days since you actually spoke with him. Maybe you did sleep with a few guys, but so what? That little thing between you and him both.. was non-committal, it was just one fun night. Clearly, he didn't seem too happy with that. I mean, who would be?

Letting go of such a handsome, youthful guy with a mouth that couldn't stop running would be a sin. But, what was more of a sin, was just how hard Scaramouche had to restrain himself from agreeing to head to the tavern with you. Just how much his head would ache, yet that ball of surging heat throbbed whenever he just thought of you. It was undeniable, he was crazy in love.. or lust. What was the difference? Neither you nor him even knew.

The more laughs, flirty glances, and pretty smiles you flash to every other guy in the bar, the more attention you'd get from just sitting down with nothing more than a small cocktail in hand. The tavern wasn't exactly packed, but it wasn't exactly empty either. Just enough guys to get Scaramouche's blood absolutely boiling, if he ever saw you in that dress.. in a considerably tight space full of hungry, ravished men. It was almost a miracle your drink wasn't spiked yet. "Ha! Thank ya', darling. You're just the sweetest, y'know?" In a sultry, sickeningly sweet voice, you've successfully seduced every single man in that room. The bartenders were even willing to shake up a brand new, expensive glass of wine for you! But being the oh—so sweet man you are, you politely decline and play it off. Besides, who knows what they'll put in his drink?

Not even bartenders are free from being guilty of drugging drinks, you've been warned an ungodly amount of times anyway. Ah, but before you could even say another word, looks like an anticipated, unexpected man decided to show up. One you know too well, beyond that big ol' hat and the pretty, shiny anemo vision hanging from his clothes. It took you a few moments of hesitation to not steal it that night, and boy is he lucky that you'd rather spare him than go through the trouble of disrespecting the gods.

He didn't waste a second, to force his way through the small crowd and shove himself in between you and some other bastard. Scaramouche hadn't bothered to even look at you once, which honestly and unexpectedly really disappointed you. You wouldn't worry about your appearances to some.. unknown guy, at least not normally.

As any attractive guy should've, you'd scoff and feign a pout in offense of his sudden intrusion. "What's the big deal, Hat Guy? You changed your mind?" Your elbow nudge clearly touched more than his skin, because it looked like you had just touched a nerve. That expression on his face, ha! It was golden, if not extremely unexpected. This usually nonchalant, inexpressive dude who wouldn't even cast a second glance if he wasn't half drunk with you.. he was livid. Absolutely livid, and you were livin' for it.

You don't remember your next words, because of just how violently he grabbed you by your collar and how evident it was from the taste of his tongue, that he'd been drinking a sinful amount of wine before getting a move on to find you. Why? He didn't know.. It's not like he could ever get drunk.

Obviously, he just had to drag you back into his bed. So what if that night was just for fun? Because this night clearly isn't.

The moon had barely risen up, and Scaramouche didn't even bother to turn on the lights in his temporary living situation. A small, but comfortable home, now steamed up and filled with the slutty, loud moans you'd let out from just a little edging. His fingers shifted in and out between your tight rim, at the speed of which you could barely catch your breath to. His other hand's glove was peeled off with the help of his teeth, sliding his hand out as he loosened the fabric.

With your ass up, legs spread apart, dress on the floor, he just had to see your pussy twitch with his porcelain fingers tightly wrapped between them. No, that chest of yours was just as majestic, oh.. those scars. Made him absolutely insane.. and now, moving at a merciless rate, every plea and sob you choked out for him to slow down just fell on deaf ears.

"H—haah..! F-faast, too—t-too faaa—ast!" On the contrary, he decides to speed up momentarily. Just as your eyes squinted and your voice let out an unholy moan, he pulls his fingers out and ensures his fingers land over and right on top of your clit. He was just rubbing it, cooing at you like you were a stupid, brainless thing. "Too fast? Aw, little slut can't handle a bit of touch? God, you're fucking pathetic." He laughs, denies you your release, and mocks you with little to none regret and remorse. You would hate him, if you weren't so fucking kinky. (I'm looking at you, yes you.)

His hands pull away from your leaking pussy, pulling you up as fingers dig into your scalp. He pushes your forehead against his, smile condescending, narcissistic and full of.. ego. You loved it. Those plush thighs pulled against his hips, calves around his body.. his hands simply slid down to pump his own hard cock. He couldn't resist, I mean.. a sight like you, and he doesn't get to fuck his fist a little? That'd be almost miserable..

The only thing better from jacking off to your messy, sticky face was to fuck you. Your sweet little asscheeks spread apart, he would pull your hips in a little closer, lightly rubbing his tip and girth against the entrance. You were just about to throw a snarky, but shakily bratty remark you've been mustering up for a while, but all that hard work went down the drain as he sunk you on his cock.

Easily, it slid in embarrassingly quick, from just from your slick acting as lubricant—thankfully enough.. and besides the rough, mind-breaking sensation inside that jolted up his spine, you could feel Scara churn your insides with dirty squelching sounds constantly and consistently hitting your g-spot.. almost violently. Your head threw forward, and you pushed your face right into the crook of his neck.. biting, sucking, doing anything while your thighs kept lifting and slapping right back down on his hips.. He's fucking you senseless, and all you can think about is how relieved you are.. that he's still addicted to all your holes like a drug.

You moaned like a whore, a bit too loud for his liking. Your pretty, perfect, fleshy ass that he decides to pound, is met with a loud smack. Not once, not twice, but four times, both sides. You tighten up every time, of course he'd gladly do it a fifth and a sixth. You've got one tight cunt, and so many ways to make it harder to pull out. Maybe you do it on purpose.. maybe it's just instinct. But it's obvious.. 'addicted ' would be an extreme understatement. Every yelp, every moan and groan, even the smallest and softest whimpers.. oh, he lived for it. He lived for it every second he could lay his hands on you.

Again, he could barely slide his fingers into your hole. He smoothly starts to finger you, again.. and again, but he just always pulls away just before your sweet release. In fact, he's not gonna let you cum until you make him fill your stomach with his babies. Scara doesn't understand why, or how he, a puppet, is able to even fuck you. But.. he's not complaining, and neither are you. And with every churn, every squeeze and drop, it turned you into a mind-fucked fleshlight. You wouldn't even form words, let alone sentences. He wasn't the only one addicted in this "non-committal" relationship.

You could barely believe that it's only been at most an hour. You're going to be fucked for the whole night, and you know. You should've just came to his house earlier, maybe you could've cummed by now..

yaay hope u like my brainrotten scara fanfic woohoo next up is KAEYA because he is literally the love of my fucking life.. YA

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@breedbun ™ ` ` written by a silly bunny boy! ` `

[daechvvitas]

BOYFRIEND MATERIAL

how i think each member would be like as a boyfriend part one - hyung line edition

WARNINGS: mentions of daddy k ink, praise k ink, brat taming, d*ggystyle, oral, bee dee ess em, degradation

A/N: this is a mixture of sfw/nsfw. thanks for requesting, anon! minors, dni.

NAMJOON

He's the most self conscious about the songs he writes about you. You're his biggest source of inspiration, so that means he wants the lyrics to be perfect. It throws him off kilter because normally, he can write a song in one sitting. Even in an ER room. But when they're about you, it's different. He likes the challenge, though. He feels like it makes him a better writer.

He points out baby shoes and clothing to you every time you guys are at a store. He's still not sure if he wants to have a kid or not but he can't help but still find the items super fucking adorable.

He has a bit of a daddy k ink. He never thought he would been into it but the first time it slipped out of your mouth, his brain went to static and he fucked you harder than he'd ever done before.

He buys you books specifically curated to your taste. Even more, he buys himself a copy too so that he can keep up with what you like.

He talks you through sex. It's full of a lot of praise and encouragement. "Look how good you're taking me" and the sorts. He also loves hearing validation from you that it feels good and he's doing well.

He hates when the two of you argue but he physically cannot stop himself from having the last word. What can I say? The man likes to be right. And sometimes, that stubbornness can lead to huge blow outs. He always makes it up to you, though. After a cool-off period, he'll come back with calmer logic and won't rest until the situation is resolved.

SEOKJIN

He always makes you meals, even when his schedule is insane. If he has to wake up in the wee hours to have it cooked and waiting in the fridge for you, then so be it.

He's a brat tamer. And he's damn good at it. Even if you don't have a particularly submissive nature, he'll have you a whimpering, shaking mess by the end of the night. But those intense nights come with the best aftercare. He'll run you a bath, make you food, and give you a ton of cuddles.

He's insistent on doing things for you, even if it annoys you. Grabbing things from high places, opening doors... You name it. He just likes showing how much he cares about you through action.

He's the type to jokingly rile you up but then end up actually getting really mad, which leads to arguments that could have been avoided.

Unfortunately, he has a bit of the gamer boyfriend syndrome. He does not like being interrupted when he's playing his games. He is a sucker for you, though. So he's willing to free up one of his hands to give you the attention you so desperately want. And no, he doesn't plan on muting his mic so you better keep those moans quiet.

He takes personal offense if he's not your bias or if you rocking any BT21 character that isn't RJ. He'll definitely give you a playful but bombastic side eye until you either change or admit that he is the only option to be your bias.

YOONGI

He wouldn't consider himself a 'romantic' but he shows that he cares through quality time. Even if you're just in the living room watching a show, he'll always quietly sit next to you. Just so you know he's always there.

Alternatively, he loves when you do the same. His genius lab is a sacred place that even his members don't dare to enter unless it's for work. But for you? It's an open door policy. Your presence motivates him more than it distracts him.

Speaking of his studio, the two of you have definitely fucked there. Multiple times. The first time it happened was just sort of a spur of the moment type of things but now, you live to bend over for him, chest pressed against the knobs of his music equipment as he thrusts into you.

He shares his food with you without any complaints or annoyance. If he notices you want a taste of whatever he has, he immediately offers it to you. Not even just a bite, either. He'll give you the whole thing.

He likes taking his time with you. There's a lot of foreplay where the tongue technology comes in hand. He loves to lick you, taste you, make you fall apart with just his mouth.

He prefers dates at home over dates out of the house, but he'll indulge you if you really want a night out. However, his ideal night would be cooking you both dinner, plenty of whiskey, and of course, you.

HOSEOK

Prepare to be touched all the time. Not even just sexually (though we'll get to that). He's just a very touchy feely boyfriend. Cheek kisses, hugs from behind, gripping your thigh. He just wants to feel your skin against his.

He loves sharing tea with you. He remembers every single piece of gossip you tell him, even if he doesn't know the parties involved, and enthusiastically picks whatever side you're on. In return, he always keeps you updated on the drama and insanity of his members' lives. There's really no secrets between you both.

He's a dom, for sure. When it's just the two of you behind closed doors, he feels comfortable enough to strip back the sunshine side and get to play with the darker side of him without judgement. He also finds it so hot that you trust him enough to go on wilder extremes together — tying you up, blindfolding you, spanking you. He craves having control over you.

His favorite form of aftercare is giving you a massage. Typically, he has you folded up like a pretzel as he has his way with you. So making sure your body is taken care of afterwards is of utmost importance. As he massages you, he likes to sweetly shower you with compliments just so you know that any degradation that occurred during sex does not hold true in real life.

He's the first to like your social media posts. Yes, he has notifications on just to make sure he's the first. It could be a selfie or a random picture of the sky and he's the first on the post, showering you with emojis.

Sometimes, he needs personal space. You didn't do anything wrong. But when things get hard at work or overwhelming in his personal life, he has the tendency to retract instead of engage. He doesn't ever have the heart to tell you that but you can tell by the short answers or less enthused interactions. The best thing you can do is give him that space to work through his head.

[st7rnioioss]

⋆·˚ ༘ * first time

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: matt sturniolo x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and matt have been in a relationship for a minute now. you were always kinda scared to do it, but you're finally ready.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: fluff, smut, praising!!, virging!reader

a/n: alllllrirght, buckle up for a wild ride. i'll say it now and i'll say it again, i cant write smut for the love of god, i really hope this isnt disappointing LMAOOO. thanks for the requestssss, ily all so much.

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“Matt.. I-I’m sorry, I just don’t think I’m ready yet..” I whispered, caressing his cheek with my thumb.

Matt quickly got off me with a shy smile, laying down beside me.

“No, don’t worry about it, Y/n/n. You shouldn’t feel pressured. At all.” Matt smiled at me, pressing a kiss on my cheek, running his fingers through my hair.

Even tho Matt was very supportive, I always felt some sort of embarrassment. I know Matt has had past girlfriends, so sometimes I felt boring to him, no matter how many times Matt reassured me.

I smiled back at him, interlacing our fingers with a kiss to his lips.

-

“No, you don’t get it, Aly. We were kissing, Matt then got on top of me, and I just started panicking. It’s so embarrassing, I’m 19 and I’ve never had sex before.” I groaned, leaning back in my chair. I repeated the actions me and Matt have had the night before to her.

I was eating lunch with my best friend, Alyssa. She was basically a pro when it came to boys and stuff like that, due to a lot of experience if you may.

“Y/n, stop. I know Matt, he’s a good guy, I’m sure he understands.” Alyssa took a sip of her drink, squeezing my hand. 

“But are you ready though? Like, have you thought ‘bout it?” she asked, slightly tilting her head to 

the side. I looked up at her, nodding slowly.

“Yeah. I mean- I want to. Really want to..” I trailed off, a tiny smile creeping up on my lips as I spoke.

Yes, I had thought about it, multiple times actually. I just always started panicking because I didn’t want to do anything wrong.

“Look, Y/n/n. I’m sure you’ll know when you’re ready, and meanwhile, Matt is literally the nicest guy ever, I’m sure he doesn’t mind.”

-

I was lying on my bed with Matt, tangled up in each other's arms and blankets. A movie was playing in the background of our intense makeout session.

I don't know how that happened, but it did. It seemed so innocent at first, watching a movie on a Friday night with my boyfriend, but that somehow turned into Matt hovering over me, just like a few days ago.

Matt’s kisses trailed from my lips down my cheeks, neck, ending up by my collarbones. He looked up at me for a second.

“Is it fine if I take these off?” Matt mumbled, referring to the straps of my tank top between his fingers.

With a slow nod from me, Matt smiled back at me before sliding the straps off. Immediately, he started kissing my shoulders and neck again. I could practically feel myself getting wetter by the second. 

My mind was getting all tangled up from Matt’s big hands running down my sides, and all the kisses and hickeys that were repeatedly plastered all over my neck and collarbone.

“Matt- I think I’m ready. I mean, if you want to. Of course..” I mumbled, grabbing his chin with my free hand to make him look back up at me. He hesitated a second before speaking.

“Are you sure? Like, one hundred percent. We could just keep going like this if you want, sweetheart, I’m enjoying myself-” Matt rambled before I cut him off with a finger to his lips.

“Yep. I’m one hundred percent sure, Matt,” I giggled, slowly withdrawing my finger, allowing Matt to laugh as well. He sat up against the headboard. I could tell we were both unsure of what to say.

“So uh.. I don’t know wha-” I spoke before Matt cut me off, leaning over me again.

“Shh. You just lay back and try to relax, alright?” he spoke, helping me position myself comfortably against the bed, making sure to place a pillow behind my head.

“If there’s as much as one time you feel slightly uncomfortable, tell me to stop immediately,” he whispered, slowly sliding my tank top off my body.

I nodded nervously, shivering from the cold air hitting my bare chest. There was silence for a second, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Matt looked up with a smile, immediately continuing to untie the bow on my shorts, sliding them off my legs.

Matt must’ve been able to tell I was nervous as fuck, because right as he was about to leave me fully naked, he took his shirt off. I gently ran my hands up his shoulders, wrapping around his neck to pull him down for a kiss. 

He quickly melted into the kiss, and I could tell he was slightly nervous as well. He always acted like I was a piece of glass that could break at any moment, so he was sure to be slow and gentle with everything he did.

While kissing me, he gently laced his fingers around my panties, taking them fully off in a matter of seconds. He pulled back, getting a better view of what was in front of him. I just shifted nervously beneath him.

Matt wasted no time pulling his over pants and boxers down at once, leaning down to hover over me again.

“Tell me to stop, okay? I’ll go as slow as I can,” he spoke, close to a whisper. A smile spread across my lips which seemed to be contagious, because Matt smiled back immediately.

“Okay.. I promise I’ll tell you to stop.” I whispered back, letting a hand slip into his hair. Slowly, Matt aligned himself with me, making me wince.

As gently as he could, he pushed forward, stopping to let me adjust. Quiet moans threatened to leave my lips, my fingers instinctively tightening around his hair.

“Holy shit..” I whined in pain, squeezing my eyes shut. Matt was almost down the same path. He hadn’t had sex for a long time now, so he tried his best not to immediately start thrusting into me.

“You’re doing s- so good, fuck,” he whimpered, slowly pushing deeper inside of me. His whimper alone ignited something in me I wasn’t completely sure I’d felt before. Quickly, I glanced down, only to realize he wasn't much more than halfway inside me.

“Fuck, Matt-” I moaned as he gently pushed further. He couldn’t hold back anymore, my moans and the way I was so tight around him, making him bottom out with a gasp from me.

“Shit, you’re so tight-” he whined, pressing a few kisses to my cheeks. “You’re doing amazing, sweetheart.” he continued mumbling against my skin, completely stopping his movements to let me adjust.

The pain was slightly bearable since it slowly turned into pleasure rather than pain and stinging. After a minute or two, I grew impatient, the pain completely gone.

“Matt, you can move now. Please-” I whimpered, tugging gently on his hair that was intertwined with my hands.

I didn’t have to say that twice before he slowly pulled back, thrusting inside me again. This time, I couldn’t fight back the moans that were leaving my lips. The pleasure was immense.

“God, I can’t believe I’m the first one to do this to you. You’re doing so well, ma,” Matt groaned, gradually picking up the pace he was going at.

I let out a louder moan, making a hand fly to my mouth as he kept thrusting into me. My eyes were completely shut, head falling back against the soft pillow Matt had placed behind my head.

“Don’t do that, let me hear you. You look so pretty right now,” Matt whispered, grabbing the hand that was covering my mouth, lacing our fingers together before placing our hands beside my head.

“K-keep doing that, please,” I whined, referring to Matt’s thrusts that were picking up. He just groaned in response, doing just as I asked.

I’m sure if anyone had been home they would be able to hear us. I couldn’t keep the moans from coming, my stomach tightening up a bit.

“Matt, I think- I think I'm close..” I whimpered. Matt looked up from where our bodies connected, watching my eyes flutter open as he thrusts just a little harder and faster.

“You’re doing such a good job. Y‘sound so pretty, just for me, hm?” he whispered against my ear. I could’ve finished on the spot, his words and actions making me dizzy, so I just nodded.

“Fuck, this is exactly how I imagined it. Come on, you can finish, gorgeous,” Matt continued, one hand snaking down my torso to rub slow circles on my clit.

That alone made my legs shake weakly, finishing with a loud moan as he told me. Matt pulled out with a groan, finishing on my lower stomach.

It took a second before I completely regained my composure to look up at Matt. He looked back down at me, a smile forming on his lips. I giggled, pulling him down for a bunch of repeated kisses on his face.

“How are you feeling sweetheart?” he then pulled back, laying down beside me like a few nights prior. I turned my head to look at him.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt better,” I chuckled, caressing this cheek delicately. My words made him smile, taking my hand from his cheek to hold it.

“I’m so so proud of you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

-

The following Tuesday I was out with my friend Alyssa again. I told her ‘We did it’, and she begged for more details. I gave her all of them, and she hugged me excitedly.

“And uh- Then the next day we did it again. Maybe also last night..” I whispered. Alyssa choked on her coffee, her eyebrows raising.

“What!?” she nearly yelled, making me laugh uncontrollably. “Seriously? This is crazy, just a week ago you were panicking from just talking about it. Holy shit, you guys are animals.”

We both trailed off, the rest of the day filled with laughter and giving her all the details from the other two times.

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[toruro]

hyung line + making up after a fight

a/n: find part one with the argument right here and maknae line's version right here! i promised a resolution and here it is! hope you like it, and please leave likes/comments/reblogs <3

w/c: 2.4k

seungcheol

when you wake up the morning after your fight, seungcheol isn’t next to you. you kind of expect it, the effects of last night’s argument still fresh in both of your minds. still, you miss the warmth of his body next to you in the morning, and the chill you’re feeling right now does nothing to aid your already wounded heart. you crawl out of bed slowly, pulling on a sweater as you make your way to the kitchen where you find seungcheol leaning against the counter as he waits for his morning coffee to brew. you realize he hasn’t noticed you yet, and you figure he’s lost in thought so you quietly creep up next to him, looking down when you mutter a quiet “good morning.” he jumps a little, surprised, but then turns to look at you with a soft expression on his face. “hey,” he murmurs, quickly bringing a hand to yours to interlock your fingers in his, “do you wanna talk now?” and when you nod, he’ll agree, pulling you to the dining table so you can both sit across from each other and talk about the situation but much more calmly and slowly than the night before. once the issue is resolved, he’ll be standing up and pulling you into his arms so tightly you think he might just squeeze the air out of you. “i’m sorry,” he’ll whisper as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, “for what i said,” and it would only take you a second before you’re spewing out your own apologies, holding him closer. after a few moments he’ll pull back and let me tell you seungcheol would kiss you SO passionately your mind would go blank. the rest of the day is spent with you two basically joined at the hip, being way more clingy than normal to make sure that there’s no more pent up anger or frustration.

jeonghan

granted, arguments with jeonghan will pretty much never reach the point where you’re both still bitter in the following morning. but in the rare case that you’re still a little sulky in the morning, he’d press closer to you and prop himself up against the headboard, pulling you on top of him so your head was resting on his chest. as he strokes your head, he’d ask you to talk about how you’re feeling and he’d let you ramble all that you want, occasionally adding in his own short and calculated responses. once you’re done, he’d still have you in his arms, talking about solutions and stuff and basically the issue is resolved within minutes if it was not already resolved the night before. he’d still take extra care of you this morning, spending at least an hour cuddling with you in bed before suggesting a shared bath which you obviously can’t deny.

joshua

mornings after Those Arguments with joshua are whole experience on its own. you slept on the couch, so naturally you didn’t have the best night’s sleep—not only was the couch not the most comfortable (you did propose to sleep there yourself though) but the words from last night’s arguments are fresh in your mind, popping up in your vision whenever you close your eyes. that’s not to say joshua had a great night either—he probably stayed up hours more than you thinking about all the things he said and why in fuck’s name he let himself say that stuff. he didn’t mean it, but he understands that that’ll be hard for you to believe so he spends all night thinking of ways to approach the situation in the morning. he’s up super early too, and eventually he can’t stand being in the bed without you beside him so he gets up and goes to the kitchen which is attached to the living room that you’re sleeping in. upon seeing you, he adjusts the blanket over your body before quietly making himself a cup of coffee while he waits for you to wake up. it doesn’t take long though, and when you’re pushing yourself up from the couch and rubbing your eyes, joshua is by your side immediately. there’s a thick silence that coats the atmosphere in the room right now as you look at each other, and joshua is the first to speak, “i’m so sorry,” he says quickly, and you want to start crying again at how sad his voice sounds. and well you technically do. your eyes are already starting to water and joshua tentatively brings a hand up to brush the tears away. when you lean in to his touch as opposed to turning away, he takes this as his chance to cradle your head and pull you into a deep hug. you’re wrapping your arms around his torso immediately, basking in his warmth that you’d been craving throughout the night. when he pulls back, he sits on the couch next to you and faces you so he can start talking. you both pick up the same discussion from the night before but much more civil and without the anger and frustration. once the issue is resolved, joshua would be pulling you into his chest again, mumbling endless apologies along the lines of “i don’t know what came over me,” and “i didn’t mean it,” and endless “i love you.” you forgive him of course, but he still spends the rest of the day wary and heeding by your every wish. it’s a little bit endearing, but eventually you have to kiss him and tell him that everything is a-okay and that he doesn’t need to be worried.

jun

he'd feel so bad for pushing the argument to the point that you felt you needed to sleep on the couch that once you were asleep, he'd make a makeshift bed on the ground in front of the couch to sleep there. when you wake up, you don't even look down, not expecting to find jun in front of you, so you accidentally end up stepping on one of his legs. that has him jumping up from his sleep and it almost causes him to hit his head on the coffee table, but you're quickly throwing out a hand and shielding his forehead from the contact. once jun blinks a few times and realizes what's going on, he looks at you so intensely that you find it extremely hard to maintain eye contact. the air is thick but then jun is pulling himself onto the couch so he can face and you hold your hands in his and he doesn't say anything—you it's because he knows he talked too much the night before and wants you to have to chance to talk, to explain, and to try to reason with him. unlike the night before, he listens and he waits before responding, and now that neither of you are acting in the heat of the moment the conversation flows much more smoothly. the problem that once seemed blaring and hopeless is now being resolved within minutes and jun will pull you so close to him that you think you two might just mold into one. he'd whisper quiet apologies before saying, "also can we like, never sleep in different places ever again? i think that was the worst sleep of my life pretty much ever." you cock an eyebrow. "are you sure it just wasn't because you slept on the floor?' he shakes his head vigorously before responding, "nah, it was all because you weren't next to me." you let out a soft giggle at the corny comment, but jun doesn't give you the chance to make fun of him because he's swooping down to kiss you in no time.

soonyoung

when he wakes up in the morning and you aren’t by his side, it’s like his worst fears have come true—you’ve left him, he thinks. it would take a few moments of him frantically checking under the covers for him to realize that from the noise that’s coming from the kitchen, you haven’t left him and that you’re just probably making some coffee or something. he's scrambling out of bed faster than he can think and you're undeniably a little bit startled when he's barging into the kitchen without warning. he doesn't even wait for a second to approach you but right when he's about to engulf you in a hug the events from the night before are crashing in on him and he pauses, waiting for you to make the final move. when you lean into him, wrapping your arms around his torso, a wave of relief washes over soonyoung, and after holding you for what feels like a good five minutes, he pulls back so he can start spewing out apologies. he's talking so fast that you're mind is racing and after just a few moments you need to tell him to slow down. it doesn't seem to work because he just keeps on talking about how he was so stupid last night and you finally think enough is enough and you decide to shut him up in the only way that you know works: smashing your lips on his. a little unconventional, yes, but it works, and you can see him getting pulled back into the present. "can we have a normal conversation, please soonie?" you ask, and with the way that you're using his nickname, soonyoung will know that everything will, eventually, be okay. you both stand across each other in the kitchen, running over the events from the night before taking things step by step to figure out where it all went wrong. it takes some time, yes, but the issue is eventually resolved—you didn't doubt that this would be how it ended up though, because after all, you could go through hell and back if he was by your side.

wonwoo

you wake up the next morning with his hand draped over your waist, and while you would usually cuddle closer to him, embracing the way he's literally your living heater, this morning is full of thoughts from the night before—you're understandably tentative. you and wonwoo tend to wake up around the same time, so you don't really move much, expecting him to wake up within a few minutes too. you're correct, of course, and within just a few moments he's stirring away, shifting in the bed next to you. it takes both you one more minute before you're escaping your drowsiness, sitting upright to look at each other. the silence that sits between you is uncomfortable to say the least, and you're not quite happy with that. wonwoo doesn't seem too pleased either, and he's the first to speak up. "let's get some breakfast and talk, yeah?" he suggests, and there's no way you can say no. you follow him to the kitchen where you two don't really talk, wonwoo making the coffee and you making some toast. eating in silence, the air is thick and you can't remember the last time things were this awkward between you two. you're so relieved when you're both done eating, finally sitting across from each other at the table to discuss the issue from the night before. on a full stomach and rested mind, both you and wonwoo are much more civil about the way you approach the issue. it's like how you normally deal with arguments (and last night was definitely not normal), but there's the added somberness of the extra mean words you both might have thrown in the night before. the conversation is long and will definitely bring tears to both of your eyes but by the time you're done you feel nothing but relief that it's all resolved and happiness that wonwoo stuck by your side through it all. once you both get up from the table, he'll be striding over to you, pressing you into the wall so he can kiss you fiercely, nearly sucking your breath away, pulling back, he'd rest his forehead against yours and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

jihoon

he's already awake when you wake up, as expected. you realize jihoon isn't in the bed with you when you open your eyes groggily, glancing around your room before hearing some noises come from the kitchen. you take this passing moment as your chance to fall back into the bed, rubbing your eyes and letting all your thoughts from the night before sink in. jihoon will undeniably want to talk this issue out as soon as he finds out you're awake and don't get me wrong—you'd love to do that too—but you just need a moment to collect your thoughts and think about exactly what you'd want to say to him. after you feel like you've thought enough, you're peeling the covers off of yourself and following the noises from the rest of your apartment to finally catch him in the kitchen, cleaning some dishes. he whips his head around immediately when he hears your footsteps, telling you, "let me finish this for a minute and then we can talk." you nod in agreement, sitting yourself down at one of the tall chairs at your kitchen island, waiting for him to finish. once he's done, jihoon pulls up the chair next to you, swiveling it so that he directly face you. "how's your voice?" is the first thing he asks, voice clearly concerned. you purse your lips, realizing that you haven't spoken since last night. when you respond to him, it's not nearly as hoarse as the night before, but it still comes out as a little strained, causing jihoon to frown. he reaches over a hand to interlock his fingers with yours before he encourages you to talk about what's on your mind. once your done with your own long tangent, he follows with his own response. you both kind of go back and forth like this, letting each other speak and comprehend until all of your emotions and thoughts are out in the open. it doesn't take more than half an hour for you both to come to a solution, you feeling more relieved than anything that this issue is out of the way. you're so happy, in fact, that you pull him into a kiss right after jihoon says, "okay, then it's all good now." he's a little taken aback by your immediate forwardness but the blush on his cheeks tells you all that you need to know—he loves you and you love him and that is all that you need, now or ever.

[dkniade]

Childe’s Story Quest: theme, storytelling, form follows function

Content Warning: self-destructive behaviour, mentions freezing and mutilation

Spoilers for the entire quest.

—

Showing both Teucer’s and Tartaglia’s perspectives throughout the quest sure reveals more about Tartaglia.

The quest on so many levels conveys its theme: the divided perspectives between a naive childhood lens and a disillusioned (??) adult lens.

One is unknowingly caught in a wonderful yet deceiving story (the tone and form), the other sees reality for what it is but tries to maintain innocent childhood dreams with these stories (the content and meaning).

Tartaglia was once the former, and is now the latter.

—

For example during the hide and seek cutscene, the tone set by the soundtrack “Foul Legacy” and the flashy cinematography & visual effects is very adventurous (in an anime way).

This is how Teucer views Tartaglia. (Teucer literally shuts his eyes and thinks it’s all a game.)

But the reality of the situation is shown moments before, where we see Tartaglia looking all soft and mortal against the dangerous Ruin Guards right behind him. Like, if you didn’t know what the game is, you’d think this is a moment of dramatic irony where the boy is gonna die because he doesn’t seem to notice the big scary automaton right behind him.

And it’s not that he’s weak in general, but in this specific moment he just defeated a few dangerous automatons, and he’s about to use his physically draining technique to fight off even more of them under the limit of ten seconds—all for the sake of protecting his kid brother’s innocent dream.

—

But really, this divide between childhood and adulthood is shown straight from the beginning. And I think the whole quest could be summed up with that nursery rhyme:

拉钩拉钩不许变，变了丢他去冰川。冰川冷，雪原寒，撒谎的舌头都冻烂！

The Chinese rhyme scheme is ABCBB.

Literally speaking it’s

Pinkie promise, pinkie promise, [you’re] not allowed to change [it], change [it and we] throw him [onto] the glacier. The glacier [is] cold, the snowfield [is] cold, lying tongues all freeze [and] rot!

(Note that 丢 is a verb that could either mean to throw away or abandon [something physical or abstract]. The syntax here is a bit odd because it’s a nursery rhyme. 丢他去冰川 doesn’t have a preposition so I’m not sure if it’d be “throw him onto the glacier” or “throw him into the glacier’s river”. Also, 冷 and 寒 are two different adjectives that both mean cold, essentially.)

But if I try to rhyme it with a bit of rhythm then it could be something like

Pinkie promise, pinkie promise, you’re not allowed to change it. He who goes back on his words gets thrown onto the glacier. The glacier’s cold, and so’s the snow. The tongues that lie shall freeze and rot.

English dub equivalent:

You make a pinkie promise, you keep it all your life. You break a pinkie promise, I throw you on the ice. The cold will kill the pinkie that once betrayed your friend, the frost will freeze your tongue off so you never lie again.

Rhythmically and tonally it sounds like a fun and naive nursery rhyme (emphasized when the innocent Teucer first says it at the start)—but the content is about the fatal consequence of breaking a promise… especially as a Snezhnayan (emphasized when the traveler and Tartaglia repeat at the end after the near fatal situation in the factory).

Ohh, so a character’s theme could also be done this way.

—

In hindsight as I was explaining how 丢 could refer to throwing away something physical (e.g. an object) or abstract (e.g. dreams), the person in the nursery rhyme could easily be a stand-in for childhood dreams, huh…

A childhood dream that promises to never change, but ends up changing anyway, so it gets abandoned at the glacier and is left to freeze…

拉钩拉钩不许变，变了丢他去冰川。冰川冷，雪原寒，撒谎的舌头都冻烂！

As Paimon says, “Wow... That one nursery rhyme kinda says all you need to know about Snezhnayan culture…”

Miscellaneous first reactions of third act

Teucer takes the path straight into the factory but the door immediately closes, so Childe is forced to enter from the side with a more difficult path

What goes into a world of danger and unknowingly get trapped? What has to use more lopsided methods to sneak in just to protect… Teucer symbolizes childhood innocence, and Childe is adulthood?

Hm, that overhead shot of tiny Teucer running into the factory with Childe and Traveler watching from higher grounds behind bars— It’s like Childe watching his younger self… rushing into the forest and into the abyss? Oh, and consistently Childe is forced to take the dangerous route and face all the difficulties while being unable to reach Teucer.

aw…

Paimon and the traveller witnessing Childe’s moment of vulnerability yet still needing to keep up the toysalesman illusion to Teucer in the domain is…

(Actually, this feels similar to Thelxie’s Fantastic Adventure where Zuria is optimistic about the plan and Freminet later pulls the two aside to tell them the truth about the condition)

Well, both have the theme of keeping up childhood dreams with stories don’t they

Wanting to keep up the illusion longer and not wanting to let Teucer see his weak side of him, huh…

Yet still wanting to fight the traveler in the future despite still recovering from a serious injury. What kind of self-destructive tendency is this

Ah, the idea of meeting Childe in his home turf is interesting considering Snezhnaya is so far from Liyue

It’s all so sad. Why does he trust the traveler this much even though they’re on opposite sides and fought in the Liyue archon quest not long ago

[rottenpumpkin13]

TW: PANIC ATTACK

hiya!! I've kind of been wondering, because Genesis can be all sorts of crazy sauce emotionally, what are some things that would cause him a panic attack, and how would he be during?

and Sephiroth/Angeal would absolutely tak care of him no matter what ♥️♥️

brought to you by my own sensory issues during a school assembly making me cry

lots and lots of love!

Genesis has a funny relationship with anxiety, because while he often feels anxious, he portrays himself as always composed and unbothered, as if nothing could break him, when that couldn't be further from the truth.

• Being perceived as anything other than strong is a source of anxiety for him. He has no problem feeling 100 eyes on him in a crowded room so long as they're admiring him. Turn those gazes analytical, laced with pity or hatred, and Genesis feels entirely naked. His heart races, he shifts in place, begins to look uncomfortable, which in turn attracts more eyes on him. The overthinking comes quickly, as do the reasons why they hate him. He has a readily available list in his mind he pulls out whenever he feels at his worst. It's the way he looks; if only he looked better. It's the medals around his neck, not enough next to Sephiroth. Sephiroth has more. Sephiroth always has more. It's his voice, he's been told it sounds annoying before. Maybe he should be speaking less. Or maybe they hate him because they see right through what he is—an insecure, lonely person who will never be enough no matter how much he tries.

• Genesis has a lot of anxiety surrounding the book(s) he always carried around. While part of the reason he has so many copies of Loveless stems from his love for the epic, he doesn't like losing things he loves. So he makes sure he always has two of the things he loves. Two of his favorite pen, two of his red coat, two of the same sunglasses....he was so glad the day Sephiroth became his friend. Now he had two best friends. That way, if one fell or flew away, he wouldn't be alone. The only thing he cannot have two of is his first and most annotated copy of Loveless he's had since he was a child. He treasures it greatly, but every time he loses it, Genesis thinks he's dying.

His fingers are numb and static beneath his leather gloves, the tears hot as they pour down his face, heart beating fast as he tries to collect his thoughts long enough to focus. His office door is shut and locked, so no one walks in on him like this, wiping his nose and hyperventilating as he pulls open drawers in hopes of seeing his book. When he sees it—nestled under a stack of documents, he collapses onto his chair, clutching the book close as he sobs. He feels ridiculous, in part because he didn't see it laying there sooner, but mostly because he lets it have control over him.

• Genesis is used to being sick, but that doesn't mean it doesn't bother him. His immune system has improved greatly, and was much worse when he was a child, but it's still significantly weaker than the others. A flu that would be a mild inconvenience to Sephiroth and Angeal leaves Genesis bedridden and severely ill. The first day of being sick is the worst for him, the moment he first realizes he'll be away from SOLDIER for days and will be talked about. He's riddled with anxiety over what they'll say.

He thinks—no, he knows that they'll compare him to Sephiroth. They'll question why Genesis is always sick, why his health is never perfect, and why it takes Genesis days to recover from an injury that would be nothing to the others. And then there's the illness itself. He never knows what's coming. Will it be serious? Will it evolve into something serious? Will he survive?

The first day of any illness is when Genesis finds himself curled into a ball on his bathroom floor, biting the color of his shirt to keep himself from hyperventilating, his vision blurred from tears, wondering why he couldn't be normal.

• There's one thing that's guaranteed to send Genesis spiralling into an immediate panic attack no matter who he's with or where he is. It's not something he can control (he's tried). Sephiroth and Angeal are talking. Genesis is in between them (he's placed himself there to guarantee that he'll have a place in their conversation). But they're not responding to him. Genesis levels with them at first. His words are bold, he likes the shock value.

His jokes aren't the kindest. He's not a negative person, but he loves to complain. They dismiss his words and roll their eyes, as if to say "There goes Genesis again." He wanted to know if they wanted to go see a screening of Loveless with him the next weekend, but they talked right over him. Genesis feels smaller and smaller as Sephiroth and Angeal, and not even shouting Loveless quotes at the top of his lungs will be enough to grab their attention. He's not sure they're doing it on purpose. So he sits there, listening to his friends laugh, acting as if he isn't there.

Genesis can't take it. The tears are spilling before he can wipe them away, so he covers his face with his hands and lets himself cry. Sephiroth and Angeal notice and stop talking immediately.

• They're quick to realize where they went wrong, and even quicker to pull Genesis in and apologize profusely, assuring him that they weren't doing it on purpose and never intend to hurt him on purpose. Angeal has Genesis wrapped in a hug that buries his head in his chest. Genesis is still crying, softer now but still clearly upset. Sephiroth joins, sandwiching Genesis as he hugs him from behind. They're both whispering apologies and soft words to him as they let him cry.

Now Genesis feels embarrassed that he's crying and being cared for, which makes him even more anxious. Still trembling, he tries to pull himself away, but they don't let him. Sephiroth holds him tighter, and Angeal starts blowing on his face to cool him off, gently brushing the hair from his eyes. Sephiroth tells him to take deep breaths and slowly count as high as he can.

Genesis gets to 69 when Angeal snorts involuntarily. This catches Genesis completely off guard. Soon all three of them are doubled over laughing.

Angeal's spontaneous humor of a fifth grader is just what Genesis needed to be distracted from what upset him in the first place.

When he's calm enough to speak, Sephiroth and Angeal make him sit down between them again. This time Angeal is rubbing soothing circles on his back, and Sephiroth is holding his hand, lightly squeezing. They want him to explain all that cause potential panic attacks so they can help him avoid them, and be there for him in the future so he won't have to suffer alone.

[savagewildnerness]

What does anybody want but to feel a little more free?

I don’t know what’s wrong with my mind today, but I am really struggling to wrangle  my thoughts into something at all coherent, HOWEVER…

As I have been rereading The Vampire Lestat this time, I’ve been noticing, when Gabrielle is first turned that the things Gabrielle desires terrify Lestat and likewise, Lestat’s desires are alien to Gabrielle.  There’s something in the differences between Nicolas and Lestat as well here and it made me think we should look into it all more and see if we can find any deeper meanings?  And so I began to think - what do Lestat, Gabrielle and Nicolas desire, and how to they go about trying to make that their reality?

And to free myself from the impossibility of getting to the root of it all, I present this as a starting point and I’d love to hear your ideas!

Lestat & Gabrielle both desire freedom, but Gabrielle desires freedom from humans and society & all the restrictions of her gender, whereas Lestat desires agency, but he craves love & union & the kind of freedom Gabrielle desires terrifies him! Just as his desires feel trapping to her.

Let’s dive in deeper.  Gabrielle has had to live her whole life restricted by the prison society has imposed on her due to her gender.  A loveless marriage destroying her hope, eight children she couldn’t feel love (or enough love) towards taking from her her body, her self, her freedom… Reading her books, full of knowledge and possibility and everything Gabrielle can never possess due to her gender.  (I maintain the reason she kept Lestat illiterate was envy - she knew Lestat was imaginative and clever and adventurous and she knew that because he was a man, books could be a pathway to actual physical escape in the end for him in a way, sadly they could only ever be an escape in her mind for her.)

When Gabrielle becomes a vampire, she seems to see her human self as dead.  She refers to that Gabrielle as “she” and “her”, not as “me”.  She abandons everything that being was.  This new being has no connection to humans, no responsibility towards them.  No interest anymore in books or society or human matters in any form.  Gabrielle is now free - free from the prison of her gender and free from humans entirely.  The times she gets scared when she is first turned seem to me to be when any thing threatens to trap her - she cannot fully free herself from her gender as her hair keeps re-growing and that’s a horror to her; she is afraid to be closed in and particularly hates being in any place where there are rules imposed by man.  I think she is so terrified being in the church as it feels like a trap she could be caught in too?  She feels no obligation towards any mortals.  She’ll kill you because she wants your shirt.  On the first night of her turning, she breaks into houses, steals a load of expensive clothes… and literally the same night abandons those clothes.  She doesn’t think for a second about the person the clothes belonged to, nor about just discarding them instantly.  She feels no responsibility to anyone she knew as a mortal.  To feel responsible would be a way she was trapped.

Lestat feels utterly responsible all of the time for anyone whose life he’s ever touched.  Lestat tries to frame Gabrielle’s coldness as strength, but it deeply disturbs him and is the antithesis of who he is.  Gabrielle on the other hand, sort of tests Lestat out.  She asks him about his feelings and actions towards others perhaps more deeply than she ever did as a human.  And I think there are a few reasons why she does this.  Yes, she wants to understand him, and to understand if he is different as a vampire to as a human (he’s not, at least in terms of how he thinks and feels.). Also, I am sure Gabrielle knows instantly that she wants to be alone, ultimately.  And she realises very soon too that Lestat cannot be alone.  And so, this awful truth of separation immediately looms over them.  I don’t think Lestat realises it immediately.  But Gabrielle does.

Both Gabrielle and Lestat find beauty in nature.  But as a vampire, Gabrielle wishes to shun humanity, and be with nature - a thing which would be death to Lestat.  And Lestat wishes to be in society as it changes and to love people.  A thing which would be a trap to Gabrielle.

Lestat is concerned with goodness and how he can be good.  If there is no goodness, as Lestat sees it, life is meaningless chaos.  He is interested in both moral goodness and aesthetic goodness.  Lestat’s stance seems to be that there is an innate truth in aesthetic goodness in nature and so too, in art.  For Lestat, aesthetic goodness of art has to to with truth and emotional expression, and moving others.  On the other hand, moral goodness is a human construct  - imposed by society and/or by the individual rather than an innate quality of existence.  But that doesn’t mean moral goodness doesn’t matter to him.  Lestat is particularly interested in his own moral code.  It matters to him a great deal - whether he is following his own moral code, or intentionally railing against it and breaking it.  Lestat is also always seeking connection and love.  He loves people.  He cares about all people he has been connected to and will try to make them happy or keep them protected.  To be around people gives Lestat’s existence meaning.  Lestat can also be quite practical.  He is a doer, so in any situation, if he can act, he will act.  If Lestat is in a scenario where there is no action he can take to solve it, he flounders and becomes trapped in his own mind with the horror, hoping someone else can help free him.

Nicolas is a lot harder to get fully inside the chaos that is his mind, particularly by the end.  So I think it is best to think of Nicolas as a mortal, up until the moment Lestat leaves him in Renaud’s… at which place Nicki is shattered into something else.  Anyway, Nicolas is concerned with justice and harmony.  If there is no justice, as Nicolas sees it, life is meaningless chaos. (I also think there's a sense in which we could equate Nicolas' perception of what justice is to be akin to what he sees as moral goodness - at least, they are linked... which is not the same thing Lestat sees as moral goodness, for Lestat has always instinctively created his own internal moral code.)  How prescient that Nicolas’s Father wanted him to study law - justice!  And it seems to me that in his first time in Paris, Nicolas truly discovered that there *is* no justice so for Nicki, life from then on was indeed meaningless chaos.  Similarly to Lestat - his response was to rail against it.  So he took up the violin.  This gave Nicki happiness, but he could only see it as morally bad as in taking up the violin he was pushing against the harmony of society and the harmony of his family.  If we compare Nicky and Lestat’s views on goodness - to Nicolas to be morally good necessitates sacrifice of the self for the desires of another or a greater scheme.  Nicolas, I think, would believe a personal moral code to be false and so essentially untrue and/or sinful.  To him, a greater moral code from outside of his self is the only way to make sense of existence.  And if he pushes against that for any reason, Nicolas believes he is bad.  Nicolas too is concerned with beauty in art but he believes true beauty in art can only come from perfection.  And he believes his own personal expression is something sinful he does because it all comes from a place where Nicolas pushed against harmony in society, and even emotionally, in his playing, Nicolas gives voice to his despair and his chaos, which are the antithesis of harmony or justice, so must be sinful too.  And I actually think loving Lestat is the only thing that keeps Nicolas slightly tethered.  Nicky probably can’t imagine himself as loveable.  But this creature, who Nicolas perceives as full of light and some miraculous being, loves him and I do think Nicolas would do anything to keep that…. Until... Nicki watches Lestat killed… and then he thinks Lestat actually doesn’t love him.  He thinks Lestat has done some free-masonry secret alchemy thing (how funny - for Magnus WAS indeed an alchemist!) and excluded Nicolas… as Nicolas perceives it because Lestat must perceive him as too lowly, or just he doesn’t love him… and when Lestat then initiates his own MOTHER too, it is further proof this is something for the aristocrats and not for him and that he is not loved and then all there is is the chaos… no justice…. and then a band of monsters abduct and torture him and the chaos becomes CHAOS.

Hmm… I’m not sure where I’m going with everything.  Neither Nicky nor Gabrielle can understand Lestat’s mortal sense of obligation and love towards others.  Why does he try to *be/do good* when he is a monster?  Because that’s what gives Lestat meaning!

I’m trailing off as I’m not too sure how to connect this all… hmmm… HMMMM… Hmmm???

I don’t even know if I am making any sense at all.  I’ve lost confidence in myself…

(Obviously we could add all the other vampires in here too. I'm speaking of these three right now as I'm still rereading the start-mid part of TVL so it is only they three at the moment...)

[updownlately]

1 - but she loves me, she loves me

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“You’re shivering…” 

Looking up from your phone with a guilty look plastered on your face, you forced yourself to stop trembling. Back muscles taught, you schooled your expression to a neutral one, immediately wordlessly refuting the statement. 

All you were met with, however, was a raised eyebrow from the blonde in front of you, the silent challenge speaking volumes, the loving smile on her face letting you know she was only teasing.

Giving up, you wordlessly admitted to being caught, a sheepish smile spreading in place of your serious questioning look, shoulders dropping the tension.

“Okay so I might have forgotten to grab my jacket. Just maybe…” Biting back your embarrassed grin, you dug your toe into the floor, eyes cast downward as Alessia’s melodic laugh filtered in your ears. 

“Because of course you did…” The accusatory tone in Alessia’s statement wasn’t lost on you, but it wasn’t like you could discredit the observation, having been through this one too many times already. 

It wasn’t your fault you just happened to always forget your jacket when you were leaving the apartment, the coveted item very likely still hanging off the coat rack by the entrance to your shared home.

“I swear you do it on purpose at this point…like how does one forget a jacket? That too here? In rainy London?” 

Dropping your shoulders, a pout already forming on your face, you furrowed your eyebrows.

“It kinda just happens! I swear! It’s like one second I’m putting on my shoes, and then the next I’m sprinting out of the apartment trying to catch up to your long legs, jacket still in the apartment!”

Futilely defending yourself, you wrapped your arms around your midsection in an effort to stave off the cold, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by the taller girl. 

Smiling fondly at your pout, Alessia lovingly rolled her eyes, arms reaching out to pull you near, closing the gap between you two.

“Yeah, yeah, sure blame it on me…as if you’re totally not the one often locking up when we go out…”

Laughing silently now at the wince on your face, you burying your head into Alessia’s neck to hide your reddening cheeks, the striker wrapped her arms around you tightly. 

“You’re lucky you’re so cute…and shorter than me because otherwise you wouldn’t have lasted this long, gosh…”

Cuddling you for a few more moments, the Gunner tried her best to warm you up with her body heat, the chilly fall air whipping around you two as you stood on the side of a walkway.

Well accustomed to what had to be done, aware that your (read: her own) flimsy hoodie would do nothing to protect you from the icy breeze, Alessia pulled away from you, much to your protest. 

Quickly shrugging off her own coat, already prepared for this inevitable moment, the blonde quickly wrapped it around your shoulders, the jacket nearly drowning you due to your height difference. 

“There…as per usual,” the jest from the blonde came just seconds after her hands finished adjusting the coat, her head shaking affectionately at the content smile that spread around your face at the influx of warmth.

“Hey! I don’t borrow your coat that often…surely?” There was no way, right? You knew you were forgetful but Alessia had to be exaggerating here. 

“Love, the amount of photos in my phone that can prove otherwise, never mind ones that the fans have taken of us while we’re out…”

Pout returning to your face, you looked up at the blonde, disbelief across your face at the betrayal.

Hooking you in by the belt loops, the striker pulled you close, lips coming to rest at your forehead. 

“Don’t worry, I still love you, even if it means I have to give you my jacket every time we go out.” 

Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, her smile cutting it short, Alessia grabbed your hand, pulling you into her side as you both continued your walk to your favourite cafe. 

Smiling at your luck, well aware that at the end of every second, minute, hour, or day, Alessia loved you immensely, all of you, your easily excitable energy and forgotten jackets included, you matched Alessia's footfalls, tucking yourself underneath her arm.

Your own arm coming to sling across her waist, you held her close, letting her love comfort you from the inside out, jacket near useless with the warmth spreading in your heart.

[getmeoutofhell]

Ghostface killers texting with y/n part 2!!

This is for @randymeeksistheloml

Summary: basically leaving off from last chapter. Enjoy! 🤗 part 1: chat

Warnings: Ethan gets in a argument with Billy/cussing

Roman: what did I just come back to?

Y/n: don’t worry about it. It’s just them being weird as usual

Amber: Ethan’s such a L 😭😭

Y/n: imma add him back

Quinn: why? You like my brother or something 🤨

Y/n: what? No I just wanna add him back lol

Quinn: yeah sureeeee

*y/n adds Ethan back in the chat*

Amber: aww you added him back

Y/n: 😐

Ethan: why am I back in here?

Y/n: because I added you back lmao

Ethan: oh thank you y/n ❣️

Quinn: OH?!?! Now do you believe me y/n?? 🤨

Stu: 👀👀👀

Billy: maybe E won’t be a virgin sissy no more

Amber: LMAOOO

Y/n: replying to quinn: wdym?? He literally just said thanks. Y’all really getting on my nerves. Dead ass.

Y/n: replying to billy: bro wtf

Ethan: replying to billy: wtf are you talking about?? Stfu

Billy: little bro don’t start with me

Amber: fight fight fight!!

Quinn: lemme get the popcorn 🍿

Y/n: oh shit…

Ethan: replying to billy: no because your weird for saying that. You need to stfu

Mickey: holy shit what’s going on

Roman: right I just got out the shower and all I hear is my phone dinging

Quinn: @ Richie you need to see this

Richie: see what?

Richie: replying to billy: 😂😂😂

Billy: replying to Ethan: make me bitch boy

Stu: uh oh 😰

Ethan: piss off

Y/n: everyone chill out please.

Billy: No this virgin boy mad he gets no play. He ain’t gonna do shit

Billy: @ Ethan, ain’t this you?

Amber: LMFAOOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Y/n: oh my fucking gosh…

Amber: BRO GOT CLAPPED 💀

Ethan: @ amber: bitch ain’t this you?

Y/n: 💀

Ethan: and billy bob, ain’t this you?

Quinn: BAHAHAHAH

Amber: replying to ethan: 🖕🏻

Amber: you just mad y/n doesn’t want you

Roman: hey can y’all stfu, imm tryna watch this movie and y’all keep interrupting

Mickey: this shit is so fucking funny

Billy: replying to Ethan: make sure to lock your windows tonight bitch boy

Billy: replying to Quinn: it’s not that damn funny

Quinn: yes it is

*ethan left the chat*

Billy: bitch

Stu: guys, why are we fighting?? 🥺

Billy: Stu shut the hell up

Stu: where’s Charlie??? He barley texts in here. Also billy stop being mean to me 😔

Jill replying to Roman: you can literally turn your phone notifications off dummy

Amber: where the hell you come from?

Roman: don’t start with me Jill. I’m not in the mood

Jill: replying to amber: I’ve just been enjoying reading y’all going back and forth

Quinn: weirdo.

Jill: what bitch?

Charlie: hey y’all…wtf has happened while I was gone?

Roman: a bunch clearly. Where have you been?? I was trying to call you all damn day charlie. It’s your turn to do the dishes

Charlie: chill I was with my friend. You know the one I went on a date with?

Stu: are you gonna tell us who it is yet?? 👀

Charlie: no

Billy: bro just tell us

Y/n: y’all he doesn’t have to if he don’t want to

Stu: why do you care y/n? Sus

Billy: no damn way you just said the word sus

Amber: anyways, where are we heading to next week?

Quinn replying to billy: lmaoo 😭

Y/n: were supposed to be going on a trip to Hawaii

Charlie: yeah

Roman: oh yeah the trip. I’m driving. Also please put Mickey in the damn back of the van.

Mickey: why do I have to be in the back

Roman: because you’re very aggravating sometimes and I can’t have that while I’m driving

Quinn: I’m so excited for the trip. Also who’s buying the snacks for the road???

Billy: make Ethan’s ass do it

Y/n: lol I’m buying snacks for the road

Richie: where am I sitting in the van? Don’t put me by Quinn. I still remember that piece of melted candy I had stuck on me all those years ago from her

Quinn: dramatic

Y/n: how about you guys come over and we can all watch a movie and order pizza? Just stop arguing about every damn thing

Billy: I’m not going around that virgin sissy

Stu: y/n can I got to the store with you when you get the snacks? 🤗

Y/n: ofc!! 😊

I hope you enjoyed this!! I plan on writing headcanons and maybe a whole fic about you and the group all on a road trip to Hawaii. Send in questions, I like them. 🤭

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

A Much-Needed Hiatus

Hi hi! I really liked “Out of Commission” and was wondering if you’d consider writing another chapter for it! In my head it’d be very angsty at the beginning as the others have to come to terms with how their actions affect Roman (especially since Virgil and Patton don’t know yet) but ends with a fluffy cuddle pile and a promise of things getting better. Anyways, love your work and I hope you’re well! – anon

Read on Ao3 Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: self-doubt, self-esteem issues

Pairings: dlampr, can be platonic or romantic you decide

Word Count: 3704

Roman wakes up with a hand in his hair and his head pillowed in someone's lap. There's a soft voice murmuring to another soft voice and something quietly humming a few feet away. He mumbles something that's supposed to be a question and the hand stills, before moving to cup his cheek.

"Darling," he hears floating through the quiet haze, "darling, are you awake?"

Yes, he wants to mumble, but then there's another hand on his knee, toying very lightly with the seam of his pants, whispering how it's better to let him sleep, he must be so tired, and he suddenly feels a rush of fear at what being awake would mean.

If he's awake, the lap he's resting on might decide not to let him rest there anymore. If he's awake, the gentle hand on his cheek might decide to leave. If he's awake, he'll have to actually be a person and confront what the hell is going on and that—that might be the worst thing he's had to do in a long time.

Memories float back to him piece by piece. Of the meeting, of his hands aching and wanting to cut them off at the wrists, of afterwards and Logan finding him and everyone coming and being so, so, so scared and not being able to do anything other than lie there and cry, which wouldn't be good for him in any world because Logan already thinks that he's weak and pathetic and bad at being professional or at least good enough for the videos, and then having the most wonderful dream of coming back to awareness with Logan's voice all soft and sweet in his ears, with Janus sitting there too and telling him it's going to be alright, that everything would be alright, and—and—

"I think he's having a nightmare," comes the murmur of Janus's voice now, "shh, sweetie, it's okay, you're safe."

A quiet noise of concern that he only belatedly recognizes as Logan's as the hand on his cheek smooths down to cup his jaw, tilting his head to rest against his hip. "Don't fret, darling. Everything's alright."

"Is it—is it better to wake him up?"

"I'm not sure. I've never…I've never known of Roman's nightmares." Is he imagining it, or is there some genuine remorse in Logan's words? "I've half a mind to summon Remus just to ask, but…"

"I think he's still busy with Patton and Virgil." Janus's fingers smooth over his knee again. "Hush, sweetie, shh-shh-shh…nothing's so bad."

His chest is beginning to ache again. If he—if he wakes up now, what will happen? If he calls an end to this—will they leave him? Will he lose this? He can't remember the last time someone held him like this, showed him this much concern, will he…what will become of him if he lets himself ruin this?

"Roman? Roman, darling, can you hear me?"

Fuck. How is he supposed to ignore Logan when he sounds this plaintive?

"Open your eyes," Logan's coaxing now, fingertips tracing small circles near his temples, "please, little one, you're safe, take a look and see, come now."

He doesn't want to. He doesn't want to—what happens when he has to watch Logan's face slip back towards that cool neutrality? What happens when those warm hands leave him and he's left all cold and alone again? What happens when he has to keep moving even though all he wants to do is stay here, forever, in the quiet and the warmth and never, ever know what it means like to hurt again?

"Please, little one. Please, just—just open your eyes."

Roman is, at his core, a people-pleaser, and his eyes are opening before he registers what's happening. He's immediately greeted with a frowning Logan, a furrow between his brows and a tightness in his mouth that splits into a slow smile when he lets out a confused noise. Behind him, he sees Janus, lying down with Roman's legs outstretched over his lower chest, fingers still stroking absentminded patterns on his knee.

"There you are," Logan murmurs, drawing his attention back, "were you having a nightmare?"

"N-no."

"No? That's—well, that's a relief, to be sure, but then why—" he sighs— "I only mean to say you looked quite terrified, my darling. Did something scare you?"

This. This right now is scaring him. Because Logan doesn't talk to him like this. Logan doesn't look at him softly and touch him gently and worry about him being scared. Logan rolls his eyes and scoffs when Roman tries to bring up something that concerns him. Logan dismisses him and tells him he's being stupid. Logan—Logan—Logan doesn't do this, he doesn't do soft and gentle words and sweet murmurs and he's—at some point, he's going to remember that too.

"Sweetie," and no, Janus is sitting up and putting his hand more firmly on his knee— "sweetie, breathe."

Breathe? Why breathe? Roman's fine, he's breathing, his chest is doing the normal thing where it snaps around like a rubber band and his body feels like it's on fire and his hands are—oh.

"Look at me," Logan says sharply and Roman's eyes dart to him, "that's it, Roman. Focus on me. You are safe. I am not going to hurt you. Janus is not going to hurt you. If you need to be afraid, that's alright, but you do not have to be."

No. No, no, no, he can't panic around Logan, Virgil will get summoned and then everyone will come—and then—and then—

Of course, part of his brain thrills at the delicious irony of panicking over the need not to panic. The rest of him is building the storm in his chest higher and higher and higher until everything is interrupted by something terribly soft pressing against his cheek.

"Shh," Logan whispers, breath brushing delicately over his ear, "shh, little one, you're alright. You're okay. Everything is okay."

"I think you broke him," he hears Janus murmur with nothing but gentle affection, "oh, sweetie…you're still so scared, aren't you? What's terrifying you so?"

"Yes, now is a good time to ask him," Logan says wryly, "while he's still coming out of having a panic attack."

Still, when there's a gentle hand on the underside of his neck coaxing him upwards so he can sniffle into a tissue, Janus's hands are running soothingly up and down his legs like he's trying to calm a skittish horse and Logan doesn't even let him apologize for being a mess. Instead, he's shushed with another kiss to his cheek—and when the hell did that start happening regularly?—and coaxed into leaning against Logan's shoulder. Only then does he realize they're in Janus's room, curled up against the headboard with one of the thick comforters laid over them.

"Wait—how'd—I thought—weren't we in my room?"

"We were," Logan says softly, "and then you started to get cold and we couldn't get you warm, so we moved you in here."

"I was cold?"

"Yes, little one. I intended to ask you about it when you woke up, but it seems there are other things that take precedence right now. First and foremost: are you alright?"

"I'm—I'm not sure." He tries to move his hands and winces, only for Janus to take each between two of his own and begin to massage his palms. "It's—it hurts still."

"Does this hurt?"

"N-not really." Janus brushes his lips against each set of knuckles with a soft smile. "What's—how long has it been since the m-meeting?"

"A few hours. You've been drifting in and out for a while. I'm not sure how much of that you remember."

"What's the last thing you remember, sweetie?"

"B-being on the couch. You—did you pick me up?"

"Yes," Logan chuckles, "yes, I did. You look so surprised, darling, what's the matter?"

"Logan," Janus scolds when Roman's only able to splutter, "you're being mean to our poor prince. How do you expect him to answer when he's all flustered like that?"

"I don't know what it is I'm doing that's making him blush so hard."

"You're making him admit that your strength flusters him, what about that isn't blush inducing? Oh, I know, sweetie, now I'm doing it too," he murmurs, giving his hands a squeeze, "shh, shh, let's all…let's all just take a moment, okay?"

"What's going on," he whines, before he can remember that behaving anything less than perfectly in front of these two is a bad idea, "I don't—I don't understand what's happening!"

"You're here, in Janus's room, sitting on my lap with your legs in Janus's," Logan says immediately in that low, soothing voice that makes Roman want to cry all over again, "you've just come off of a panic attack in the wake of…quite a severe attack from a meeting. I am—that is, we are currently attempting to offer you comfort. I'm growing less certain that we are performing adequately in service of that goal, and as such, I'm going to switch tactics."

Before he can ask what that means, Logan's hand cups the back of his head and pulls him in close. Lips brush his forehead and his breath warms the side of his face.

"Hello, little one," Logan whispers, "it's good to see you awake. Are you still in pain?"

"Y-yeah, a little."

"Is there anything we can do?"

"Not really."

"Alright. I am more than happy to stay with you until you feel better, if that's alright with you?"

"W-why?" No sooner has he asked does the panic spike in his chest but Logan's hand cards through the hair at the base of his skull and he hates how much it settles him instantly. "S-sorry."

"You don't need to apologize, darling, it's all okay. I've recently learned that I've played a big role in making you feel unsafe, and I'm…hoping to rectify that."

"As am I." He'd almost forgotten Janus was still here. He looks over to see his concerned expression, hands still wrapped around his. "You've been alone for a long time, sweetie, and I'm sorry that I've played a part in making you feel like you had to be."

There's a lump in his throat that won't go away. There's a pit in his stomach that's growing wider and wider and wider. There's a voice in his chest whispering nothing lasts forever.

"Talk to me," Logan murmurs when he's quiet for a little too long, "what's going on?"

"I don't understand."

"Understand what, little one?"

"You…you were…you both—I—I'm—"

No, bad, shut up, wrong, be passive.

"That is more than enough out of you," Janus growls. Roman flinches and Logan opens his mouth to scold him only for Janus to reach out and pluck something invisible from the air in front of his chest. He draws it back, a scintillating, glistening line following the movement until he balls it up and flicks it into nothingness. "I've little patience for such lies in my room."

His expression softens when he notices the way Roman's staring at him.

"What is it, sweetie?"

"Y-you—how did you do that?"

"They're lies, sweetie, that's all it is. You don't need to be quiet, you're not wrong, and you definitely don't need to listen to that poisonous little monster masquerading as the voice of reason."

"No, it's not."

"What do you mean?"

"It's not a lie. It's—I have to. Because if I'm not, then you all yell at me or tell me I'm an idiot and then everything's worse," he mutters, "and my hands stop working and then I can't do anything and everything's cold—"

"Shh," Logan murmurs, adjusting the blanket almost unconsciously, "easy, my darling."

"—and it's your fault," he spits, "and I can't—you know what it does to me, you do, because you do it on purpose and I can't stop it and that's not my fault!"

He's panting by the end of it. Logan and Janus don't say a word for a long moment. Then, Logan lets out a breath that shudders across his temple and he leans down to press their foreheads together.

"You're right," he says quietly, "of course you're right, Roman. You're not to blame for something you can't control."

"Why do you hurt me? What did I do so wrong that you decided you'd just hurt me for it?"

"Because you were good at it." Both of them turn to look at Janus, who winces but doesn't take it back. "You were good at getting hurt, Roman. You would—you wouldn't snap back, you wouldn't let it show, you would…you would just take it. And that doesn't make it right—it makes it worse, I know, but that's…that's why it was easier. To hurt you."

It stings. No, it doesn't, it aches. It reaches deep into his chest and finds that part of him he tries so hard to keep buried beneath every single part of his fake princely persona. It hurts because it means that they knew at some level how much this was doing to him, and they didn't care because it was easy. Even if Janus knew more than Logan did, Logan's been really quiet ever since Janus started talking and he's—he's still not denying it, which means Logan knew enough too—

"I didn't know how badly you were hurting," Logan says, "I knew—I knew it made you upset. But I swear to you, Roman, I didn't know how bad it was."

"J-Janus?"

"He's not lying, sweetie. I'm…I will take the lion's share of the blame for using what I knew against you, but—" and here his voice grows firm once more— "I will not be held responsible for making it so you were so unaccustomed to any sort of positive attention that you leapt at the first person who offered it to you."

Logan flinches as though he's been struck. "No, that…that fault I believe lies more completely with me."

"I thought you hated me."

"I don't hate you, little one," Logan promises. "I thought—there is no point in attempting to justify myself now. I don't hate you. You don't deserve to be hurt just because I'm too careless or inconsiderate. It's not your fault."

"Why now," Roman says, making a fist but unable to do anything more than that, "why are you being like this now?"

"Because now I've seen how awful it is for you and I never want to play a part in making things get so bad for you ever again." The conviction in his voice makes Roman shudder from the rush of warmth. "I've gone far too long being nothing but your tormentor, if Remus and Janus are to be believed, and I'm not interested in doing that any longer."

"O-oh."

"He's telling the truth," Janus whispers as tears slip like razor blades down his cheeks, "oh, sweetie…"

"Come here," Logan whispers, drawing him into a proper cuddle, "that's it, let me…let me hold you for a little while."

***

"I didn't know," Patton whispers, still staring into nothingness as Remus's absolute tirade comes to an end, "I didn't know."

"Oh, fuck," Virgil's still mumbling—and it says something, doesn't it, that Patton isn't calling him out on his language— "we—we fucked up so bad."

"You did," says Remus, remorseless, "and now you're going to fix it."

"How?" Patton stares up at him with wide eyes. "How do we—if we've messed things up this badly, how—how do we ever hope to fix it?"

Some part of Remus softens the barest amount when he hears the sheer hopelessness in Patton's voice. He sits on the floor, setting his Morningstar next to him, and steeples his fingers. "Roman, for better or for worse, cares an awful lot about you. That will make it easier for him to forgive you, but then you have to actually put in the work to be better."

Patton sniffles. Virgil puts a hand briefly on his shoulder before looking at Remus again. "We don't—how do we do that?"

"You of all people don't get to ask me that, Emo. You've already done your whole little redemption arc, haven't you? To fit in with the Light Sides?" He flinches slightly at how cold Remus sounds when he says that. "Surely you can find it in you to put a little more effort into treating Roman better."

"That's not what I—I know, I know, I'm gonna, I just—I don't know where to start."

Remus's expression darkens again. "Seriously? We just spent how long talking about how much you've fucked up Roman by making him feel unsafe and now you're telling me you don't know where to start?"

"I'm gonna apologize, obviously, but I mean—I don't—"

"We'll ask him," Patton says quickly when Virgil starts to tug at the strings of his hoodie, "when he's—if he's okay with it, we'll ask him what we can do."

"And if he says no?"

"W-well, at some point, maybe he'll be okay to—"

"And what're you gonna do until then, nothing?"

"N-no, we'll—" Patton swallows— "I'm gonna try and be better about making Roman know that he can—by making it clear that I wanna hear what he has to say and that it's worth hearing. I'm not—that's really where I messed up."

Remus nods and turns his glare to Virgil. Virgil shuffles. "I'm…I'm not gonna insult him so much and try and stick up for him when there are—when things get said that are unfair."

"See? You do have some idea of how much you've fucked up and how to fix it." Remus gets to his feet, dusting himself off. "Now, if anything like this ever happens again, I'm going to run an experiment with how much Kraken strength affects the resilience of a Side, are we clear?"

Both Virgil and Patton nod frantically as Remus sinks out, presumably to go and check on his brother. It takes a few more moments of tense silence for Patton to sniffle again and Virgil to lean against his side.

"I didn't know," he whimpers, holding a hand over his mouth, "I thought—I thought Roman was—"

"Stronger?" Virgil winces at how awful it sounds to say out loud. "I know. Me too, but I guess I didn't—I didn't really think about how fucked up that is."

Patton wipes a hand under his nose. "I really didn't know that Roman could get hurt by just what we said."

"I mean it makes a lot of sense now that Remus has said it, you know? He's the Ego. He gets bruised. He needs—he needs positive stuff way more than the rest of us do."

"I never thought of it that way."

"Neither did I."

"Are we—" he sniffles again— "are we ever gonna be okay again, Virgil? Like—are we ever gonna be able to do dinners and movie nights and everything? Or is it…"

The is it all gone goes unspoken but echoes about the room anyway.

"I don't know," is what Virgil eventually settles on, "I just don't know, Pat. I think…I think that's not up to us right now. I think we gotta let Roman set the pace on how things go for a little while."

"I can do that."

"And that means if he doesn't wanna talk to anyone except Remus for a long time, then…then we just gotta deal with that."

"I know," even as he says it like he's just been told his favorite show is being canceled, "that's fair."

"And if he decides that it…" and here Virgil has to take a deep, steadying breath, "…if he decides that he doesn't want things to be better, if he decides that it's not—that it's not ever gonna be better…"

"Then we'll have to deal with that too."

More silence. The fridge buzzes. Someone outside honks their horn and drives off.

"Do you think this is how Roman feels," Virgil asks eventually, "when he's…upset?"

Patton takes a long time to reply. When he does, it's with the slow and solemn voice of someone who has just learned that everything they thought they knew was a terrible, horrible lie.

"I don't think I've known how Roman feels for quite a while now."

***

They don't make any videos for a while.

They don't have meetings. They don't really eat dinner together. There are no movie nights.

Roman stays in his room, or in the Imagination. Remus is with him more often than not. Occasionally, he'll allow Janus to come with, but he never stays for long and he never says anything about what's happening when the others ask him. Even Logan, who notoriously chases down every clue or lead he can find, stays resolutely quiet about what goes on without him.

It's a sobering reality, life without a prince.

***

Roman curls up on the couch with his head in Remus's lap. They're watching something about penguins. Patton sits on the floor near his arm, playing with his hand in his lap. Virgil perches on the back of the couch, his feet tucked securely under Roman's side. At the other end of the couch, Janus has his feet in his lap, one hand wrapped around his ankle. Logan sits on Remus's other side, his hand tangled in Roman's hair.

It's an occasion that's quite far off, still, but it is coming. Slowly, but surely, as they work towards it. Past the somewhat awkward dinners, past the difficult conversations, past the sleepless nights where all Roman wants to do is stay there forever, because it's less scary that what awaits him in the morning. It's a long and hard road, but they're all walking it together, moving steadily towards this moment here, in front of the TV, cuddled together around their prince.

Nothing lasts forever, not even the worst of times, and more good times are always around the corner.

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Keeping up with the Camerons

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Keeping up with the Camerons

Episode 1 - Kildare Royalty - Part 2

Episode transcript (/ means cut scene, bold italics means narrator, bold means host)

Word Count: 2.5K

Part 1 Here

"Ward, tell the audience a little about yourself."

"Okay. Um, I'm Ward Cameron, I'm fifty-six, and I own a business called Cameron Developments; but I mostly stay at home and just file the paper work, make sure everyone's doing their jobs properly! I have three beautiful children, and two amazing adopted children. I have a perfect wife who has taken in my children as her own since she's joined our family. Annnnd.. I think that's it haha."

/

"I'm Rafe Cameron, I'm nineteen. I play golf, and ride a motorcycle, any of you pretty girls want a ride, hit me up.." He winks at the camera, obviously not meaning what Ryan or any of the camermen understood. Ryan looked at him as if expecting more so Rafe huffed and pulled something up on the spot, "I have four close friends, two sisters, a dad and a step mum. Don't think there's much else to be said." Rafe's expectations for the show were slowing drifting away as he began to grow irritated at the lack of interesting questions.

/

"Umm, I'm Wheezie Cameron! I'm thirteen, I have an older sister and an older brother. I like to write, and make bracelets with Sarah. And I also like to have girls nights with her, Rose and Rafe's friend, Bella. We bake and watch movies and stuff, it's really fun!"

/

"Imm, Sarah, l'm sixteen, I have a boyfriend called Topper. I like to go to the beach and go out with my friends. I think that's it." The lack of preparation made it hard for her to think of anything other than the bare minimum, making her answer seem almost fake. She puts on a false smile to try and cover the awkwardness.

/

"Well, I'm Rose Cameron. Im a stay at home mum. I help Ward with his business and I also run a real estate agency!" She pulls a smile, the interview finally being about something she loves, her. Somehow another glass of wine has made its way into her hand as the breeze from the now open doors blows her hair around in a rather attractive manner; complimenting her now, extroverted composure.

/

"Ward. What would you say is your favourite part about this family?"

"God, only one? Uhh.. Well. I think I'd have to say, how different we all are. The kids aren't the closest but it means we always have something to talk about. Rafe always telling us about his friends' drama, Sarah always coming up with crazy stories and Wheezie talking about her new hobbies. Aswell as the additional arguments between Callum and Bella; it always makes for a very interesting dinner. The family talks are definitely my favourite I'd say!"

"And.. who would you say you're the closest to?"

"Definitely my angel, Sarah. Bella comes a close second. I just spent the most time with Sarah growing up so we have the most in common. And Bella's just a sweetheart to be around. Always making me smile."

"So Bella is a big part of your life then?"

"Yeah l'd say so. I raised her, taught her everything she needs to know, and now she walks around as one of my own. She's here almost everyday, and she's always up for anything. I love her."

/

"Rafe, Ward mentioned that Bella and Callum are your closest friends. Could you go into that? How did you meet?"

Rate's smile reappears at the mention of them.

Him now suddenly re-interested in the conversation; sitting back more comfortably as he finally wants to get deep into something, a gentle grin replaces his previous glare. "Well, yeah he's right. Bella's probably closer to me but I grew up with them both. Them, aswell as Topper and Kelce, are my only real friends. We're always together. There's really not a moment when we're ever doing anything alone. I met them all when I was a kid; Topper and Kelce I met through our parents. And Bella and Callum moved in with us like ten years ago?" He takes a moment to look over at Ward who was sat just out the shot. He gives him a quick nod to confirm his words before Rafe turns back to the camera. A proud grin now spread across his cheeks. "Yeah. Ten years ago! They all met each other through me and vice versa. Then ever since we've just kinda been inseparable. All of us."

"You spoke about Bella and Callum moving in correct?"

"Yes, well, they moved back out a few years ago. I would tell you they got kicked out but Wards watching so.." Rafe lowers his voice as he leans forward onto his legs again, causing suspicion amongst Ward's face. "But yeah they moved back home but basically still live here anyways with how much they're always over." He chuckles trying to push the previous sentence away, with full intention to speak on it later when Ward isn't around to hear.

Ward stayed in the room to 'supervise’. Survey Rafe's interview to make sure he doesn't say anything too private or out of line on the first episode.

//

"You have to be careful with Rafe." Ward explains, now moved outside. The sun almost completely covered by the sea edge and the wind had picked up since the last shot of him, made evident in the way he let his hair follow the winds lead. "He doesn't think before he speaks. But he also doesn't care for others feelings that much, he likes to speak his mind. So yeah I had to stick around for his interview to make sure he doesn't talk about anything unnecessary or out of pocket. He tends to do it quite a lot with all of us and it does cause some tension. It's one of the reasons why we like having Bella and Cal' around, because they seem to occupy his mind and also take over the cause of disagreement."

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"A boyfriend? May I ask, is this the same Topper, Rafe is friends with?"

"Yes it is! Well I mean, me and Topper met first, in Middle School, and so Rafe became close with him because of me. So if anything, he has me to thank." She smiles smugly at the camera, tilting her head slightly to rub it in Rafe's face.

"How is it going between you two, may l ask? Still going strong?"

Those words manage to pull out a genuine smile, her face lighting up at the mention of her boyfriend, causing less tension between her and the camera. She readjusts herself on the couch, patting down her dress as it began to rise. "He's so sweet. I don't see how there could be any issues between us. Were more than perfect if that's even possible," She lets out a small breathy laugh at her own words, the smitten look written all over her face; her cheeks blushed and eyes glistening. "I see him almost everyday because he's friends with Rafe anyways so it's like a win-win for all of us really! And Ward loves him so that's a bonus."

/

"That's sweet, it's nice to hear you're all very close!"

"Yeah well I mean, I'm close with them all. But Sarah and Bella fell out a few years back and Rose doesn't particularly like her very much so it can be awkward sometimes. But they all do it for me so they just remember that and then it's all okay!"

"I knew Bella was a friend of Rafe's. Is she a good friend of yours too then?"

"Mmmmhm.. Best friend actually! Hm.." Wheezie giggles to herself as she pulls herself closer to the camera, "I actually think they like each other.. She denies it but even Topper and Kelce agreed theres something going on.." she sits back. "I guess we'll all find out together after this comes out wont we." She giggles again as her shoulders rise with her smile.

"I'll be sure to keep an eye out for that." Ryan gives Wheezie a wink as he lowers his voice, causing a small laugh to fall from her

He sits back crossing his legs, "Wheezie what do you do on a girls night then?"

"Um, well normally it's the full day. If so then we'd go out shopping or go on the boat or something. Then we'd come home and even bake or make pizzas and then eat it whilst watching a movie. We sometimes paint our nails and stuff too. Oh! And also Sarah and Bella share all the boy gossip. We try to get Rose to but she thinks it's weird seeing as Wards our dad but I don't get why?"

/

"Rose, earlier, Wheezie mentioned that you don't particularly like Bella that much? Could you tell us why?"

She shows us a tight smile, her eyes falling at the mention of Bella's name. Rose sighs heavily as she leans back against the couch crossing her arms like a toddler. "Because why should I? She stole Rafe from us, she takes up all Wards time, her and her brother are always here invading our space. Theres no reason to like her! It's a stupid question." The change in tone made Ryan almost uncomfortable as he begins to break into a sweat. A man angry is scary, but a mother angry is worse. And Rose herself is one scary woman.

“Right um.. Do you not think that maybe she's just trying to be nice? She makes Rafe and Wheezie very happy do you see that?"

"What is this? An interview about me or her?"

/

"Well Ward unless there's anything else you'd like to talk about I think that's it!"

"Oh great! I think I'm all good, did you want to start on the tour?"

/

"Rafe, Ward also brought up how Bella is a special part of his life. Does that apply to you too?"

Rate lets out a small breathy laugh at the question, not understanding why he was getting so personal all of a sudden. "I mean yeah obviously but-"

His attention is taken as his focus moves to behind Ryan, the glass doors open and a small figure pops a head through. "Umm sorry.. is it a bad time?"

Ryan opens his mouth to answer but before he could, Rafe had already made his way over, a camera following to capture the moment. "Of course not! Whats wrong?"

"Oh um.. I was just going to ask for the key to the refrigerator on the boat? We can't get in." A quiet giggle leaves the girls lips as Rafes curl into a helpless smile.

"Don't be stupid Bells. Just gotta ask! Don't gotta be so nervous. The cameras are just cameras.." His hand grazes her own as he reassures her; he turns around to go over to the kitchen.

Bella's gaze follows the camera, a smile tugging at her soft lips. She lifts her hand and gives the camera a wave. "Hi!"

"Bella correct?"

"Umm.." She was caught off guard by the sudden statement. She steps closer to get a better view of him. "Correct! But how do you-"

"Rafe and Ward have both mentioned you once or twice. It's nice to meet you!"

She smiles once again, this time her cheeks blushing along. "It's nice to meet you too! What've they said may I ask?" She laughs nervously as she takes a seat on the couch opposite the large-framed man, tugging at her crop top slightly so she wasn't flashing anyone by accident.

"Oh you came to join hm?" Rafe places himself next to her, his arm effortlessly falling around her neck.

She giggles as her eyes take his, "Nope! Just wondering what you've said about me that's all." Her smile doesn't fade as he raises an eyebrow, his head turns to Ryan as he squints his eyes slightly, trying to pick up on if he's told her or not.

"I haven't said anything?"

"Mmmhm sure." The amusement not leaving her face as he looks back at her. A grin creeping onto his lips, "Excuse me? You gonna be quiet or you gonna leave? Your choice."

Her jaw drops jokingly as if he just offended her; she turns to face Ryan, the same intentional stare Rafe wore an hour previous.

"Is he behaving? He's not being rude to you is he?"

"Right! What's that supposed to mean then?"

She giggles but doesn't take her eyes off of Ryan, "Yes I'd say so." He chuckles at her enthusiasm and pure genuineness to her question, "He was just about to tell me if you-”

"Lalalalalala." Rafe quickly interrupts shoving his hands over Bella's ears as he guides her to the door. "He doesn't know what he's saying. I'm done with the interview!"

She rips his hands from her ears, her mouth agape as her eyes frown, "What were you about to tell him?" She tilts her head slightly.

"I don't know what you're on about! I think you should go before Callum beats my ass for taking up your time."

"Rafe we aren't done!"

"Yes we are!"

"Rafe?? Go finish the interview, you were looking forward to it!" She pushes him lightly in the chest, gesturing for him to go sit back down.

He rolls his eyes but obliges nonetheless. She giggles once more, poking her head round to Ryan and smiling again, "Behave!" She points a finger to Rafe before a realisation hits her face, "Oh! And thank you for the key!" She shakes the keychain towards him as if he didn't know what a key was before waving goodbye to the cameras and Ward, and leaving, skipping down to the boat.

"Well she's a sweetheart, wouldn't you say Rafe?"

Rafe's brow furrows, knowing what he's implying.

Ryan doesn't let up as he gets straight to the point, "Do you like her?"

"Yeah l'd say she has a special place in my heart like Ward! Now can I go? Thank you!" He changed the subject before unhesitatingly jumping off the couch and headed straight outside; avoiding the whole question.

Ryan and Ward both let out a heavy laugh as Ward walks into frame, "I'm telling you right now, he doesn't get nervous like that. I'll leave it at that." He grins before heading off to do his own thing, leaving Ryan with the open-ended answers of does he or doesn't he? He smiles to himself before finding Wheezie.

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