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julieverne · 2 days ago

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Cailin watches Jane.

Cailin is no detective; she's not even a doctor. But the situation at home--a babysitter for a full adult.

What happened with Maura really did a number on Hope, Cailin knows that intellectually, but she still resents Hope for the ever-tightening grip Hope had on her. She's so afraid to lose another daughter, even though she got the last one back. Has both of them now, because of Maura's kidney. Cailin touches her stomach, over the scar. Maura is part of her now, but they've never been further apart.

Maura hadn't exactly offered. Cailin had ignored the social cues that Maura exhibited; anxiety, nervousness. She hadn't ignored the way Jane's hand had touched Maura's lower back to steady her, to offer support.

She's not here because of the babysitter--well, not just because of the babysitter. She's nineteen, she can take care of herself. She rolls her eyes, even though she's alone. She's here because she wants to know for sure whether Jane is her sister in law or just a really hot woman obsessed with her sister.

Cailin gets it. Maura has the Martin genes; she's gorgeous. Cailin isn't sure she wouldn't be obsessed with Maura if she didn't know they were related. Well, she is, but not the way Jane is obsessed with her. Cailin wants to know more about her sister; Jane wants to eat Maura with her eyes.

She settles back on the bed, tucking one arm under her head. Jane had been here when she got home from the library. Maura hadn't called the police when she hadn't checked in this time. Cailin feels kind of bad about that; she probably should have texted last time too. She knows Maura's job is to pick apart the last moments of women who stayed late at libraries or even stayed home. It's kind of sweet to see that Maura worries about her. Something familial. Cailin hadn't expected how anxious Maura was. Jane had explained it was because Maura wanted Cailin to like her, but that seemed silly because Cailin already did. She'd grown up all over most continents in the kind of places that documentaries got made; she'd learned pretty early to judge people for their intentions. The only vibe she got off Maura was uptight anxiety, and as Jane had said, a deep and abiding need to be liked.

Cailin hadn't done herself any favours there. She'd believed she was dying, and this woman Maura had come in. The daughter Hope had wanted, the daughter Hope had grieved for. She was waiting to take Cailin's place when she passed.

But she hadn't been. She'd offered her kidney; anonymously, of course, but Cailin had known. God, how selfless. Cailin had been a right bitch to get back then, and Maura had offered anyway. Maura really was lovely.

But when Maura was mad, Cailin was reminded that Maura had Doyle blood in her veins too. That their mother loved a mobster and Maura was an unknown quantity.

There was a soft knock on the door.

"it's your house," Cailin says. "Come in."

It wasn't Maura after all. It was Jane. She looks tired and is still in her detective pants with the gun and badge and phone on the belt. They're chunky and make her look even slighter than she already was. It does something to Cailin, Jane being a detective. She wonders if it is genetic.

Jane's also wearing a tank top. It's white and clings to her in a way that makes Cailin bite her lip and look away quickly.

"Thanks for having the talk with Maura."

"I know where babies come from, Jane."

Jane looks startled, then chuckles. She sits on the edge of Cailin's bed and yawns. Cailin sits up beside her.

"I mean the talk about houseguest behaviour. You might not have noticed but she likes certain things a certain way."

"And me being here is upsetting her. I can go home. I just wanted to..." Cailin looks down at her hands. She never fidgeted but Maura did. Must be a Doyle thing. Cailin had seen the way Jane had looked completely devastated in the papers. They had to be lovers. "I just wanted to get to know her. Have a sleepover, I guess, but she's working and I'm studying and we're both adults, even if Hope doesn't think I am."

"Maura says the something vortex doesn't develop until twenty six."

"Cortex," Cailin corrects her. "She's right, but legally I can sign a lease or go to war."

"I would have thought you'd seen enough wars." Jane's voice was low and gentle. She only used that voice for Maura and TJ, who adored her, and sometimes Cailin. Once for Hope. Cailin looks up at Jane. Her smile is so soft, her eyes kind and empathetic. Cailin remembers Jane had dated a soldier and seen another one blown up in front of her.

"Do you ever really feel like the world is an okay place to live in? I know you see the worst of what people do to each other."

Jane sighs and rubs her face. She yawns again.

"You're a good thing in this world. Maura is a good thing in this world. If what I do can protect either one of you, I'll bare-knuckle fight any gangster or deadbeat in Boston."

"Not the Doyles though."

Jane swallows and looks away. "Not the Doyles. They...it's complicated. You and Hope are being watched."

Cailin inhales sharply; she somehow hadn't expected that.

"Look, it's not my place to tell you...but Maura autopsied her half brother. Before she knew who he was, of course. And she had to recuse herself--it was a whole thing. But if you think she's anxious or overbearing or overreacting, I think you should know that she very much doesn't want to have to cut you up too."

Christ. No wonder she'd been so worried. Cailin feels bad now, about making Maura worry. No wonder she'd given up a kidney. Christ. Her own brother. What would that have made him to Cailin? A quarter brother? Like a quarter horse?

Jane watches silently. "That's just scratching the surface of what Maura has in her brain when she looks at you. She's never felt wanted, and when you and Hope didn't want her, I think it broke everything she'd been hoping for. She'd been so scared to even reach out. She's a bad liar, I don't know if you noticed. She just didn't spell out the connection. She wants..." Jane trails off and closes her eyes. "She wants so badly to be loved that she doesn't know how to be loved. She doesn't believe she deserves it."

That's surprisingly deep from casual Detective Jane Rizzoli.

"She was scared of being rejected, that Hope wouldn't want her. She'd met Paddy already by then."

Jane says the name of Boston's biggest crime boss like she likes him, like she hasn't shot him at least once. She'd said Cailin was being watched but she didn't sound concerned. Maybe Cailin shouldn't be either. Jane has a moral compass and she's been a good judge of character so far.

"She was adopted. I mean, of course you know that. But I think she was always scared her parents didn't love her, that they'd made the wrong choice. She was always scared that they'd want to return her. Of course, there was no way they could have returned her, and they love her in their own weird little ways. Constance saved her life. Usually she's not very demonstrative, but she showed Maura how much she has always cared for her. But before then her love for Maura was stiff and formal--she's British. You know what they're like. So seeing you with Hope was something she'd always wanted, something she knew she could never have and she gave you a kidney anyway. So if she says to text her, can you just text her, please?"

"That's a long story for a short message. I'll text her, okay? I didn't know..."

"That's why I told you." Jane's smile is small but she's so pretty that Cailin looks away, suddenly aware that Jane and her are on a bed. She blushes, and Jane chuckles.

"She's not trying to take Hope from you," Jane says gently. Cailin rolls her eyes.

"Somedays I wish she would. She's too much. If Maura can take half, she'd be doing me a favour."

"You've met my Ma, your concept of too much is underwhelming."

"Angela's nice," Cailin protests but not too harshly; she knows what Jane means. The humiliation of having a mother who cares too much. Cailin has always taken it for granted and resented it, but she sees now that Maura can take some of the slack. Hope is too much for one daughter and if Maura can share her house then the least Cailin can do is share her overbearing, anxious mother. They can anxiety at each other. Leave Cailin out of it.

"Ma needs someone to mother, and Maura never got much mothering. They'd both drive me crazy if they didn't have each other." It's so close to Cailin's own thoughts that she laughs. She looks over at Jane. God, those cheekbones, those deep, soulful eyes, the shape of her in that tank top.

"Are you dating?"

Jane looks at her in shock.

"You're, like, half my age."

Cailin groans and buries her head in her hands. She hadn't been asking like that but with the way she was looking at Jane she can't blame her for misinterpreting her.

"I mean, are you guys dating? Each other."

"Ma and me? Not my type." Jane's grin is cheeky.

Cailin knows Jane is being deliberately obtuse. There had been many nights Cailin and Hope had wondered aloud about their relationship. Jane was always there. She was here now.

Cailin meets Jane's eyes with a glare. Jane slumps.

"You'd better ask her," Jane says so quietly that it almost breaks Cailin's heart. It's not a no, but it's as close to an answer as she'll get.

"I'd better go. Sorry to lay all of that on you, I just want to explain. She likes you--she doesn't want to lose you. Not now she's found you."

Poor Jane. Knowing she's single should lift Cailin's heart but she's not wrong; Jane is twice her age, and even though she's gorgeous and funny and kind, dating her would feel wrong because she knows Jane is Maura's. Maura is Hope's, but she's Angela's too, and Paddy's and this Constance's--but most of all Maura is Jane's.

"I like her too. I wish she wouldn't worry so much about that. I wouldn't have come here if I didn't want to spend time with her. She's smart and successful and she's so kind. She's nice, too, if a little uptight at times."

"When you go missing." Jane chides her with no ire. She puts her hands on her knees and yawns again. "I'm going to bed."

"About that. Where do you sleep?"

"The green room," Jane says smoothly, but Cailin has heard Jane's door creep open late at night, Jane's uneven footfalls head down the hall and not come back. Jane gets to her feet and stretches and god there's so much of her, she's so tall, her shirt rides up over her flat stomach and toned abs and Cailin can feel the blush staining her cheeks. Jane tucks her shirt back in.

"Goodnight," Jane says, and then she's gone. Not to the green room, but down the hall towards Maura's bedroom.

Cailin's no detective, but she knows love when she sees it.

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In the morning Cailin wakes early to make the coffee. An apology, of sorts. She makes sure the counter is wiped down and the coffee machine is clean when she's finished and packs the dishwasher as Maura and Jane blearily come into the kitchen.

"Keep her," Jane mumbles at Maura, tilting her head at Cailin. Maura nods and yawns and takes the coffee thankfully.

"I just might," Maura says once she's sipped her coffee. "Thank you."

"I'm sorry. I didn't realise how much of your routine I was throwing off."

Maura nods. "And I'm sorry if I've made you feel unwelcome. It's these long hours--I have so little time at home. I've wanted to spend time with you."

Cailin's heart warms her.

"I want to spend time with you too," Cailin says softly, and Maura's eyes crinkle as she smiles--not uncertainly, the way she smiles at Hope and Cailin, but relaxed and honestly, the way she smiles at Angela and Frankie.

Jane's hand is on Maura's hip, squeezing softly, then sliding up Maura's back. Maura leans into Jane like it's breathing, like it's easy and natural and something they do every day. Jane welcomes her, bracing her weight and pulling her closer, hand running over Maura's side, then resting on her hip again. Jane sips her coffee and sighs.

Whatever they are, Cailin doesn't know but she won't ask again, because they're comfortable enough to be themselves with each other around her and Cailin had never been gifted anything so precious.

Jane presses a gentle kiss to Maura's temple and Maura's eyes close. Cailin's not jealous; she's glad. From what Jane said last night, Maura had a tough start. Jane had said Maura didn't know how to be loved, but it sure looked like she did when Jane held her like that.

#rizzoli and isles #rizzoli & isles #rizzles #maura isles #jane rizzoli #rizzles fanfic #cailin martin

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lucky-slice · 23 hours ago

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bc I know you have good kevriko thoughts I’m wondering if u have any thoughts about what would have happened if Kevin and Riko met after the final. It seems from TRK that Riko didn’t realize he was going to die until the very end but given how he knows exy is his only worth I’m wondering if he would be actually losing it beforehand. I keep thinking if he saw Kevin atp they would have a Riko version of a tender moment remembering how they used to be each others only support. I think Kevin would be even more devastated in the aftermath of Riko’s death

Now I’ve made myself sad and had to share this with other people

Okay, so uh sit down cause this is about to be annoyingly long.

I'm by no means a kevRiko expert but I do enjoy thinking about them. Personally I don't think an interaction between Kevin and Riko after the final would be in any way positive. Riko is so far gone by that point.

The thing about Riko is that we're slowly watching him spiral. He is systematically loosing everything that he thought he had while desperately trying to hold onto it and it cumulates in his death. It's distinctly clear in the final game that he has lost his hold on Kevin regardless of whether or not he wants to accept that. Up until this point, Riko has been hostile in his interactions with Kevin and Neil, but there's always been a sense of control because he was backed by the steadfast belief that Kevin is his.

Think about their interaction after the Kathy interview. Riko is speaking as if he is simply indulging Kevin's whims to go take on the Foxes as a pet project.

He says this: "I do not approve, Kevin," Riko said. "You should get rid of him as soon as possible." Implying that he has control over what Kevin does with the foxes - as if he is giving permission for Kevin to continue play pretending as a Fox.

And then when Riko hits Kevin. It's not out of anger necessarily, but more of an automatic reaction of discipline. It's an action of ownership.

He reached for Neil, but Kevin caught his arm to stop him. Riko slammed his elbow back into Kevin's face without missing a beat.

This is such a fast response. It's as if they've played this game a thousand times and Riko is simply putting Kevin in his place the same way one would a misbehaving dog. Riko has not accepted that Kevin has actually left him and this continues through every interaction up until the final.

There's a part during the banquet scene where Riko is discussing Kevin's claim that Kevin didn't know who Neil was. He says: "After seeing Kevin's reaction I am inclined to believe him. Perhaps I can understand, as I know how blind Kevin can be when it comes to Exy. I might even forgive him for sheltering you from me."

This is particularly interesting to me because it gives insight to where Riko's head is at in regards to Kevin leaving to join the foxes and his refusal to acknowledge Riko's ownership of him. Riko does not understand that breaking Kevin's hand was the ultimate betrayal, not really. I personally believe that Exy comes second for Riko. Exy is a means for control and it's what his family demands of him, so his drive to be number one comes from a place of birthright and of the need for validation for the Moriyama name. You could functionally replace Exy with anything for Riko and it wouldn't make a difference. The same is not true for Kevin, who cares about exy for the sake of his love for the sport. (There's other stuff here as well, but that's another discussion). Riko understands this to a certain extent, but he indulges it in the same vain that he indulged Kevin's interest for history by doing a history major. He is using Kevin's love for exy as an excuse to justify Kevin's perceived disloyalty. From Riko's perspective, Kevin left the nest not because Riko betrayed him or because he is no longer Riko's brother, but because Kevin is blind when it comes to exy. Kevin will come back to him once he's fulfilled his little fantasy of playing coach.

But then the final comes around and Kevin is no longer playing the role he's supposed to. He is making it explicitly clear that Riko no longer owns him, and Riko is forced to reckon with the fact that he has truly lost any sense of hold that he had on Kevin.

Compare these two interactions:

During the banquet: Kevin flinched and offered a weak response. Riko stabbed a finger at him in angry accusation and rattled away, getting louder and more incensed by the second. Neil watched Kevin wilt beneath the weight of his brother's—no, owner's—fury.

During the final: Kevin ignored him until Riko said something else, then slid a cool look Riko's way and answered. Neil didn't know what he said, but Riko twisted his gloved hands around his stick like he was imagining breaking Kevin's neck.

Riko has lost him and he knows it.

Then at the same time, you have the complete break down of the falsely constructed hierarchy around Riko and his place within. Riko's whole worldview and sense of self is crumbling.

Riko's place as a Moriyama, even as second family, is incredibly important to him. It's the only thing that gives him any sense of worth. He has been cast aside but at the very least he has control over the Ravens and of those beneath him in the hierarchy (i.e Jean, Neil and Kevin) because he is a Moriyama son.

We see bits of pieces of this insecurity - his reaction to not being invited to his own father's funeral and the way he speaks with the authority of his family even though he does not have access to to the power behind the Moriyama name.

So when Kevin makes his stand with the foxes, when he refuses to cower to Riko's authority over him, he is not just betraying Riko himself, but he is betraying this carefully constructed illusion of power. If Riko can not control Kevin, and Neil by extension, he has nothing.

Which is why the moment when Riko tries to kill Neil is such a pivotal moment for his character arc.

The thing that sets Riko off is not loosing the match, but instead it's Neil's comment to him.

"I'd ask you how it feels, but I guess you've always known what it's like to be second, you worthless piece of shit."

This isn't about the Raven's loosing or about Riko coming second to Kevin, this is a stark reminder that Riko has never had any real power. He has never been anything but a forgotten second son locked in a basement. Riko is angry at Neil, not because he insulted him, but because this is the final nail in the coffin of the delusion that Riko has been indulging in since he was a child. The line that separates Riko from Neil, Kevin, and even Jean is so painfully thin and Neil just snapped it in half.

When Riko attempts to kill Neil, he's not just attempting to murder someone - he is attempting to kill someone that does not belong to him. Neil belongs to the Moriyamas and Riko is only really a Moriyama in name. Neil is not his to break in this way. That's why this moment is unhinged. Like yeah the murder on national television isn't great, but its the fact that Riko is going directly against his family - his masters - that exemplify how far gone Riko is.

I don't think there would be any tender moments between Riko and Kevin because Kevin has betrayed him in an irredeemable way. Riko is too angry, too destroyed for anything approaching that. There's like 19 years of simmering resentment and denial resting in that final moment after the buzzer goes.

I like the idea of Riko and Kevin as children because there's still the possibility of Riko realizing that he and Kevin are the same. Neither of them had any control over their lives and they were both owned in the same way. But that didn't happen. Kevin's coping mechanism was obedience and Riko's coping mechanism was concocting the illusion of power. Their relationship is built off of this and Riko is certainly not going to thank Kevin for reminding him that they both started out in the same place.

And honestly, I think that Riko dying while still grasping at this threadbare illusion of his own worth is far more tragic for both him and Kevin. Because Kevin will never get any closure to their relationship. He will never know if Riko ever truly loved him as a brother or if he only cared about him to the extent that it allowed for Riko to fill the hole that was left by the abandonment of his own family.

And this is so fucking sad:

"Ichirou," Riko said, so choked with emotion Neil almost couldn't understand him. He could have been cursing Ichirou's name for waiting so long to come into his life. He could have been begging for justice or revenge. Riko opened his mouth to say something else but closed it again when Ichirou cradled Riko's cheek in his free hand.

You would not get the same emotional weight in Riko's death if Riko had some kinda realization with Kevin. Riko's relationship with Kevin is a pseudo replacement for his relationship with his own brother. Ichirou will never acknowledge him, and so he enacts that feeling of abandonment onto Kevin in the form of ownership. The only time Ichirou acknowledges him is to end his life. If Riko were able to actually view Kevin as a brother or to gain some retroactive self-reflection on their relationship, he wouldn't need to beg for Ichirou in the last moments of his life. And that just hits hard.

Sorry this got a bit out of hand to what you were actually asking, but tdlr: no I don't think there would be any moments of tender recollection between them, and I think Riko's death is more devastating because of that.

#gnat be quiet #kevin day #riko moriyama

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girlfailureboylosercom · 1 day ago

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Ex-literature Student Hyperfixates on Haikyuu Characters and launches off their rocker

the title says everything.

i got too silly trying to plan a hrhs yuri au fic and ended up deciding to do an analysis on the Kamomedai team (its mostly hrhs. my bad guys)

I'll be analysing volumes 38-41 in this post!! If I miss out on certain panels or misinterpret moments, that's my bad. Most of the panels I'll be putting here are taken irl, so they might not be that easy to read 😞🙇

This is also an opportunity for me to dissect my brain and figure out why I took a liking to these characters. I LOVE ANALYSIS and genuinely wish there was more over Haikyuu, especially on themes and characters and their philosophies!

so, what will I be focusing on in this analysis?

Kamomedai's philosophy, importance + message

Hirugami Sāchiro and

Hoshiumi Kōrai's significance in the story of Haikyuu

Coach Murphy's connection to HRHS' philosophies

If there are any topics I've failed to list here but have explored in this analysis, please understand that I was simply too excited to write and may have forgotten to list them here!

Word Count (excluding titles): 4838

Hirugami Sachiro

His Backstory

of course, whenever Sachiro is brought up, his backstory is the first thing that automatically pops into mind. It's tragic but even worse, it's realistic. It stuck with me the first time I read the entire manga, but I couldn't figure out why. I knew it resonated with me, reminding me of the several burnouts I witnessed in multiple kids around me at school, but that reasoning wasn't enough. So I supposed that pushed me to write this analysis haha!

From these panels, it's safe to say that Sachiro did have love and passion for the sport. He practically grew up with it- his parents and siblings played it, and they eventually went down the path of going pro. It would be no surprise that he was bound to follow in their footsteps. It was natural. There's no confirmation and this is more like a theory/headcanon, yet I believe that his family did have these expectations for him or placed pressure on Sachiro to play volleyball, whether or not they intentionally meant to. When you grow up with a family of star athletes who all did the same sport, why would you do something different? In the manga, Hirugami states that if he just 'straight up quit' volleyball there and then, there would be a whole set of problems. We could assume that maybe their coach would be upset, but this could be another hint that his family would not take the news that well. Perhaps his parents would be the more judging ones. Since he has all of these expectations and the pressure to improve and earn respect and acknowledgement from his family, it wasn't a surprise that this mindset would eventually turn sour and cause Sachiro to crash. We even have some supporting evidence for this, and it (strangely) comes from Atsumu.

Atsumu states that he knew Hirugami was always this good, but the way he played was 'like a man possessed', and watching him gave Atsumu the impression that he was on edge at all times. In the panel that displays Atsumu's recollection of his original impression of (middle school) Hirugami, we can see that the Miya Twins are completely fine compared to Hirugami who is panting like a dog, tired out and not looking in top shape. I don't think it's a far-fetched assumption to say that Hirugami was just forcing himself to play the sport, to keep on going and giving his all despite his body protesting, trying to tell him that he's reached his limit. But the mind can be stubborn and Hirugami's mind was also dead set on goalless/vague improvement; He wants to build more muscle, not let anyone outdo him, and not get left behind- all these goals don't have a proper end and that's harmful. Of course he's going to force himself to continue whether or not his body gets the rest it deserves. To him, there's no such thing as a rest day. Hirugami doesn't believe he gets to rest until he finally achieves or stops chasing the improvement he desires. But there's no end to the goals he wants to achieve. If Hoshiumi didn't stop him, how long would've Hirugami been aimlessly chasing his own demise?

Hoshiumi & Hirugami's Middle School Relationship (sub-category of Hirugami's backstory)

I think that Hoshiumi and Hirugami have quite similar philosophies! Both are centered around hard work and the need to improve, to become better. However, here's the difference: Hoshiumi's more accepting, acknowledging the harsh reality that he's weak. There are stronger people out there, which is why he NEEDS to be competitive and strive for improvement in order to avoid lagging behind his competition. If Hoshiumi makes any mistakes, he most likely would take it as a learning opportunity and eventually shrug it off. He already knows he gives everything his all, so any mistakes he encounters are not an outcome of laziness or lack of effort. On the other hand, Hirugami's is more degrading. It's harsher, taking any mistake he makes and echoing it back at him in a harmful manner, telling him that he could've- should've done better, that there were ways Hirugami could've gotten that last point, that the smallest mistake he made would affect the way he and his team played. There's no room for error because if there is, then there's something wrong with him. And because of their difference in philosophies, I believe that led them to interact when Sachiro finally crumbles and hurts himself.

While re-reading Sachiro's backstory, I got the impression that he and Hoshiumi barely interacted during their middle school days, so I asked myself: why would Sachiro tell Hoshiumi, an all-time bench warmer, that he doesn't like volleyball? The few times we've seen middle school Hoshiumi and Hirugami interact besides the self-harm scene were they only getting brief glimpses of one another. The panel above shows Hirugami briefly noticing Hoshiumi, acknowledging that he's still practising this late at night, then shrugging it off and walking back to the canteen. Well, Hoshiumi just helped him out of a daze during a difficult moment. Hirugami's head is now above the deep, dark water called his thoughts, so he's most likely disorientated. He's shaken up by the pain in his knuckles that are finally alerting his senses and at the same time, he's settled on a simple conclusion: He doesn't like volleyball anymore. And in that moment of silent anguish, who else could he let out this confession to? Any walls Hirugami has put up during this time are now knocked down by raw vulnerability. He needs to speak and ground himself, to let his mind finally acknowledge that he doesn't want to continue playing volleyball like this. And it just so happens that Hoshiumi is also there to hear this statement. There is no hesitation in Hoshiumi, not when he offers a tissue for Sachiro to clean up his bloodied hands, not when he listens to Hirugami's sudden, sensitive confession and simply asks, "Okay. Why don't you quit?", a question that Hirugami didn't consider nor thought possible before. He doesn't coddle but offers Sachiro advice that he could take or leave behind. Korai doesn't forcefully press the tissue packet into Sachiro's hands, nor continues to show his discomfort at the sight of the other boy's wounds despite the response being natural. His steadiness and composure are reassuring, allowing Hirugami to take his time to calm down and process his thoughts and the advice that Hoshiumi has given him. Also, Hoshiumi's advice is structured more like a conversation, if that makes sense. Hoshiumi is straightforward and honest and his words hold no flattery when he points out Hirugami's strengths, something that he can't achieve as easily as the other could. He's not making a big deal out of the situation and is staying calm yet helpful, which is essential. Because of his approach and advice, Hoshiumi unknowingly helps to give Hirugami an entirely new perspective, when he probably intended to only stop him from harming himself even further. (I also believe that Hirugami revealed this thought to Hoshiumi because sometimes, people find it easier to talk to strangers than the family or friends that they are close to.)

Little note: I love how supportive HiruHoshi are of one another!! Throughout the manga, we can see how close they are; Hoshiumi has always been there for Hirugami, ever since they first properly interacted in middle school until the end of their high school days. And of course, during adulthood. Hirugami visibly reciprocates this by taking the time to understand Hoshiumi, learning his story and other things like his thought process and quirks in volleyball.

Sachiro's View on Volleyball

One of the special arts that included Hirugami called him 'dispassionate' and I found that very interesting. It highlights his whole stance on volleyball; He likes it, but after all that he's been through, Hirugami would rather leave it behind and watch from the sidelines. He likes it, but he's not going to get overwhelmed by it again, unlike the other Kamomedai members or characters in Haikyuu. This time, Hirugami has set the goal of playing volleyball only until the end of high school. Knowing that he will get to quit after all these years, that these long periods of burnout will finally come to an end, its a relief to him. Hirugami still has a love for volleyball, but he understands that his relationship with the sport will not go back to the original, passionate state that it was before. And he's accepted that. He wants to play the sport without getting drowned in those overwhelming thoughts, he wants to have fun and not let volleyball take over his life. It doesn't matter if his talent in volleyball gets wasted. So what if it does? Hirugami knows what he wants in life now and wants to pursue it.

Dispassion can come off as someone having no passion, but that's not true; it's simply another meaning for being calm and not letting emotion take over logic.

Parallels with Asahi

Also noted that he and Asahi have some parallels! Not as much or obvious as Hinata and Hoshiumi, but it's there! Even the summary for Volume 40 acknowledges this!

Both characters have had a past with or are currently experiencing overthinking, along with how it affects their attitude and behaviour during games and or in general. Their arcs are connected to their mental health/well-being and how volleyball, the sport they play, are closely intertwined. However, Asahi's character does seem to be more centred around anxiety and how it can affect his gameplay and social life. Meanwhile, Sachiro's character has a more intense focus on the depression that can come from burnout and the effects it can develop. Yet both of these characters share the pressure of needing to be better, the need to live up to certain expectations that have been placed on them consciously or not. For Asahi, it's being the ace. And for Sachiro, it used to be, well, being good at volleyball.

Throughout the entire story of Haikyuu, we can note that Asahi is still trying to get over the overthinking that his anxiety has given him- he's struggling with the thoughts, which have been shown to affect his plays and his relationships. Asahi is learning to have more faith in his abilities, to go easier on himself and stop wallowing in his negativity. Meanwhile, Sachiro is shown to have already gotten past that. Has he made a full recovery? I don't think so. But he's shown to have not been affected by expectations anymore; He's over that burden and he knows that even if things get tough, volleyball is just a game. If he makes a mistake, Sachiro knows he won't die. It's a sport he enjoys, but there are simply other things in life that he has more passion for. He's just currently focusing on having fun with volleyball and trying his best.

Hoshiumi Kōrai

The Little Giant Legacy

If you care about either Hinata or Hoshiumi, you would know that the cause of their rivalry is the pursuit of the 'Little Giant' title. It makes sense after all! Both players are considered astoundingly short for their sport, have great jumping lengths and are considered amazing players by their team, just like the original Little Giant, Udai (who changed his mind on the pursuit of volleyball and went on to do manga instead). Personally, I believe that the moment their rivalry was officially solidified was actually at the end of Chapter 361 and the beginning of Chapter 362!

This panel was when Hoshiumi started to develop some respect for Hinata, recognising him as a potential rival he wanted to go against. But before it, when Hinata jumps and manages to spike the ball against Kamomedai's defence, Hoshiumi recalls a statement he made earlier, one he gave to the interviewer: "Yes, being short is a disadvantage...but it isn't a sign of incompetence."

And this panel establishes just how similar they are. They haven't heard one another's philosophies, yet they share it already. Gao acknowledges it with an expression of unease, and even Sachiro thinks, "He's just like Korai-kun." For this part, I will focus on these four people due to their connection with one another: Hinata, Hoshiumi, Udai and Coach Washijo. These four characters have experienced how height can be an extreme hurdle to overcome in sports.

According to Udai, the original 'Little Giant', he talks about how he knew he was the ace back in the day and how he deserved to feel confident over it. However, as Udai grew up, it is implied that the pressuring competition experienced at nationals most likely got to him. Udai assumed that if he trained himself even more, and focused on improving his skills and technique, it would be enough to keep up. But there was one thing he forgot to factor in: mentality. In fact, I think Udai does acknowledge this as well! It's why he politely shoots down Akiteru's comparison compliment of his and Hoshiumi's playstyle. Udai points out during the match that if he was in one of the situations that Hoshiumi was in, he would've failed at scoring as he would've spiked the ball down instead of back, a sign that the block intimidated him and made him retreat. "Hoshiumi has far better skill and decision-making than I ever did." Referring to Volume 41, Udai gives this mental narration while watching Hoshiumi set the ball to Hirugami: 'Know your weaknesses. Accept them. Forget the weapons you can't wield. Find all the ones you can...and carefully, persistently hone them all to a wicked point. That is what it means...to be a Little Giant.' Between these two pages, we can note that Udai is also eagerly watching Hoshiumi's play, with a determination that we can conclude from that if Udai had to pass down the title personally to anyone, he would most definitely choose Hoshiumi. If Hinata has Coach Washijo rooting for him, then Udai is the one who is silently applauding for Hoshiumi from the sidelines. (Fun fact! In Volume 45, in a small panel that features Udai, we can see him drawing his second manga series and the main character looks reallyyyy similar to Hoshiumi,,,)

All four characters know that they are weak when it comes to volleyball. However, Udai and Washijo are the ones to have been shown to crumble under that knowledge, accompanied by other factors that have made them resign from the court and pursue another path. Yet, that other path is still connected to volleyball. For Udai, it was making a manga based on it; For Coach Washijo, it was becoming a coach and only cultivating those with strong potential.

Coach Washijo has been burdened by the knowledge that his height restricted his ability to play so severely that it's firmly become a staple of his philosophy, that he'll only take in the strongest and biggest, keeping that mindset for 40 years. He only starts to change his mind when Hinata enters the scene; Not when Udai started playing and became Karasuno's ace years ago. Yet, Coach Washijo remains resistant to the idea that a player like Hinata or Hoshiumi can make it. (We don't see what he thinks about Hoshiumi, but I think his view would be similar to how he views Hinata, but not as personal 🤷) Over the time of Haikyuu- and by the time we reach the Kamomedai vs Karasuno match, Washijo's mindset has already begun shifting into a more positive view. He's started becoming more open and eager to the idea of a 'Little Giant', finally accepting that the harsh reality he faced back then is now possible to overcome. I believe that the match and the development of the fun rivalry between Hoshiumi and Hinata contribute to it, even if it isn't hinted at that often.

Turning back the focus onto Hoshiumi and Hinata, their rivalry is simply a beautiful thing to witness, especially considering the legacy both these players are chasing and discovering the respect they have for one another despite being one another's biggest competition. (also something something about the monster generation players on the Adlers team being the people who are the top three rivals Hinata has experienced in the entirety of the story,,,,yeah)

Referring to a panel from Volume 41 (again), Hoshiumi confesses to Hirugami that compared to other competitor teams, where he states that he simply wants to go through them no matter how good they were, Karasuno is one that he truly wants to beat. This intimidating statement sends a shiver up Hirugami's spine, which is something considering the handful of panels we get of him making a sadistic expression throughout this match. From this interaction between the two, we can interpret that up until this point, Hoshiumi did give his all to help his team win against several other teams to get to Nationals, but most likely didn't experience much competitive thrill during those matches and had to hype himself up by beating opponents who would underestimate him due to his smaller stature. Yet now, he finally gets the competition he desires. In Nationals, every team has been proven to be good. No one's planning to overestimate or underestimate anyone, there's simply no time for that. The time on the court is precious, meant to be used to win against whichever team is on the other side of the net. And like a cherry on top, there is someone like him. Someone gunning for the same thing he desired- Hoshiumi and Hinata's relationship can be classified under 'mirror characters'. Or in a more literary viewpoint, parallels. Typically, this trope is used to give the protagonist a rival, which is one of the reasons why Hoshiumi was created. Hoshiumi's role in the story is necessary as considering the other two main 'rivals' Hinata faces in the story (Ushijima as the Privileged Rival and Kageyama as the Main Rival, referring to TV Tropes), both of them seem to have more of the upper hand due to their height and long experience with getting the chance to play on the court consistently. With the presence of Hoshiumi, his character further drives the message that whether or not you have been given blessings from the start or have access to certain opportunities, working hard & smart along with having passion are also essential elements that you require in order to achieve the success you want.

"They come to us with solid, undeniable strength, and make us choose them."

The Need For Competition

Disclaimer: I do NOT have any siblings. So if I do accidentally miss-analyse anything in this section, I sincerely apologize 🙇 But yeah. Akitomo. Although we BARELY see him for the rest of the manga, he still has an essential role- if not, why do we need him in the first place? Furudante gives every character a purpose, whether or not they're major or minor. From Kōrai's backstory, we can see that he and his brother have your usual competitive sibling rivalry and whatnot. Akitomo bullies him and Kōrai retorts. But I think that this manga panel solidified Kōrai's need to be competitive and the desire to drive himself to improve in every area of volleyball possible (besides his mother's helpful advice that also plays a huge role in his philosophy).

This was the utter devastating realisation that he was so much weaker than Akitomo, despite Akitomo not knowing how the fuck to play volleyball. Kōrai learned that sport, dedicated and invested himself into it, yet here comes his brother, easily taking away the spotlight and spiking the ball without breaking a sweat. Just a jump and a hit, and boom. He could be replaced like that. Akitomo has always teased Kōrai over his height, yet this moment was most likely one of several that Hoshiumi experienced and solidified his understanding of how weak he was, and there were some things that he simply couldn't change from just effort and hard work alone. But with Asa's advice, Kōrai also understood that just because some doors were shut to him didn't mean the rest were. Some doors required a bit of prying to open, while some were already waiting to be discovered, and all Kōrai needed was to find and sharpen the required tools. Throughout the manga, there is a theme of competitiveness and how it affects the lives of the high school players on the court. We see how it affects them for the better and also the worse. We see how regardless of its positive or negative effects, these teenagers strive for improvement, to learn how to work with others as a team, and the list goes on. Hoshiumi is an example of a character who has a good balance of competitiveness and passion, which keeps him going in his pursuit of being good at volleyball. But in a moment of vulnerability (not defeat), he suddenly turns to Gao during the match and admits that there were times when he'd given up a little, starting to feel there were limits to the height he could reach. I believe that this statement was essential for Hoshiumi to admit out loud, as it further shows us that even a character as confident and competitive as him can eventually start to feel the pressure of keeping up and even almost let it get to him. But it seems that by the end of the manga, all the effort Hoshiumi has put into his own improvement in both body and mind, along with letting his competitiveness drive his passion instead of control him, he manages to achieve not only a spot on one of the best V1 League teams in Japan but also becomes a player on the Japan National Team for the Olympics. The seeds he's sown have finally grown and now Hoshiumi can reap his rewards as he rightfully deserves.

Someone once told me that competition was simply part of human nature. It can come in forms we never thought possible, but it's still there. Sports, academics, collections, status, and so on. It doesn't matter what form this competitiveness comes in, but it does matter how we use it in our lives. Do we let it control us and our desires in turn? Or do we use it as fuel to strive for improvement, to make a positive change in our lives and for others as well?

Kamomedai's Message

The Importance Of A Coach

Aaron Murphy is the coach for Kamomedai and according to the manga, his background and qualifications make him stand out amongst the range of other coaches we've seen in the story. He's a coach for one of Italy's Pro Series A leagues for years, took a Japan V2 League team and made them V1, and many kids on the volleyball team purely attended Kamomedai High just to play for him. He's a pro through and through- you'd expect him to be harsh, to have multiple well-detailed training schedules for his team, to push the limits of his players- similar to Coach Washijo, who's also a coach for a powerhouse school that is amazing at volleyball and set up to be one of the biggest antagonists Karasuno will ever face. But he's not! He seems to be a far cry from that. According to an onlooker (and referencing the manga again), people view him as a coach who doesn't seem to stand out too much, despite knowing he has an incredible record of being one. Meanwhile, Coach Washijo only looks for players with raw strength and power, the ability to intimidate and rule the court with their impressive height and skill and he will cut them off from their position if they refuse to listen to him. He's painfully harsh and it's evident in the way we've seen how his players react when he merely calls their names. Coach Washjio is intimidating and fierce, something you'd expect from a coach who has cultivated a team that's produced some of the most impressive players in the history of Haikyuu. Yet this treatment stems from his background, where Washijo was not allowed to play volleyball because of his height. We don't know a lick of Coach Murphy's backstory, but that's okay! It's unrequired to dissect his importance and why someone like him fits perfectly with Kamomedai's message and significance in the story, along with implied effects on Hirugami and Hoshiumi's philosophies.

Earlier, I stated that Udai gave up on volleyball because the pressure of intense competition got to him. It was good that he knew that improving his skills and technique could help him make up for his height, but Udai forgot about improving one thing that Coach Murphy had emphasised when training the Kamomedai team: Mindset. (Or more accurately, mental toughness) Through short moments in Volume 41, we can see that Coach Murphy focuses on mental training. Furudante could've shown us how intensely he trains Kamomedai, as he does mention that serving and blocking are the other two skills that he wants to train the team in (and Kamomedai is well-known for those two aspects), but we only get a brief panel showing us how sweaty and exhausted the whole team is. Yet, during that moment, the focus is on Coach Murphy talking about mindset, before directing the team to scenario practice. In the same volume, Akaashi recognizes that not one, not two, but the whole Kamomedai team is capable of doing task focus throughout the game, something that he barely managed to do in Volume 38. Akaashi is a character that is typically perceived as someone who is very calm and collected due to his analytical nature, but in Fukurodani matches we get to see that he doesn't have a good view of himself and tends to have negative thoughts that are similar to Asahi. A character like Akaashi noticing and making this connection further emphasizes how the players on Kamomedai are exceptional at their way of thinking, besides their serves and blocking.

We can see that his teachings have effects on his players and that's great! Reflecting on my earlier comparison between him and Coach Washijo, his methods are tough and intensive, but they're not excessive and seem to value both physical and mental health equally. Although Coach Murphy and Coach Washijo have years of experience training volleyball players, only one of them has experience looking over a professional team of athletes. Coach Murphy focuses on taking the players he has and helping them to hone their skills, instead of filtering through them and only picking ones who have the most potential. He looks at the cards he's dealt with and figures out how to make the best use of them. There's an air of professionalism with the way he handles and talks to his players, in my opinion- he's playful at times, but Coach Murphy's words are also grounding and firm. In a way, his method is very similar to gentle parenting (if that makes sense haha). His healthy way of teaching has affected his players, assisting them on their journey of improving their thinking in both their games and outside of the court. In Volume 41 and on the same page that the players of Kamomedai are briefly shown to be undergoing training, Coach Murphy's advice clearly addresses potential physical or mental obstacles players can face during a match- 'What happened was either a failure of your skill...or a failure of your decision-making process and mental control'. Murphy also states that they should make success a larger habit, before following up that a thought along the lines of "Oh, I'm having an off day today" isn't an excuse, unless the player themselves are sick or hurt. From this, it's implied that Coach Murphy is advising his players to pursue success but not let a negative mindset prevent them from doing so. Coach Murphy's second statement also supports the point that his training is gentle but firm by implying that he guides his players on how to properly reflect on their mistakes and spot areas of improvement before making the next step (which is solving the issue). Kamomedai's slogan is 'Habit Becomes Second Nature', which further supports the purpose and message of the team in the story of Haikyuu. Combined with Coach Murphy's teachings, it's no surprise that Kamomedai will not only grow as a team, but their players will also become people who persist despite undergoing harsh conditions. It's why they're closely linked to seagulls (and also why Hoshiumi resembles and is heavily based on one); To quote Coach Murphy, Kamome means 'seagull'. Seagulls can handle sea or sky, fair weather or foul, no matter what.

So, what is Kamomedai's purpose and message in the manga? From all the evidence I've gathered, I believe that the team exists to show the viewers and other characters in the story the importance of mindset besides skill, to carefully train yourself to persist in doing or achieving something despite obstacles in your way and that if something bad happens, it's not good to beat yourself up. Instead, careful reflection is required if you wish to improve and avoid making the same mistake again. Take care of yourself, both physically and mentally.

But then again, this analysis might be a bit biased as Kamomedai is one of my favourite teams and I've typed a crap-ton of words for this, phewwwwww. My brain is dry now. So if you have any other views on them, feel free to reply to this! I'm all up for discussion :3

#I LOVEEEEEEE ANALYSIS GUYS #THE MULTIPLE TIMES IVE JUMPED OUT OF MY CHAIR AND SHRIEKED IN DELIGHT WHEN I FOUND A POINT THAT I COULD CONNECT TO ANOTHER #i love haikyuu i want to dissect everything about it one day and consume it like a five course meal #hoshiumi kourai #hirugami sachirou #hiruhoshi #hinata shoyo #tenma udai #tanji washijo #aaron murphy #kamomedai #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu analysis #hellspawn rambles

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jayktoralldaylong · 24 hours ago

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Their Father: Doffy, I'm sorry.

Doflamingo: You're sorry?

(And in that moment, he remembers their father....taking them from the wealth and privilege they were born into. Telling him to be nice to slaves. Getting their house burnt down by said slaves. So that they were stuck scavenging for food and getting beaten every day by slaves. His mother dies before them without a funeral in a beggars shack. His father begs for the wealthy to save them but they are cast aside. Doffy had to listen to his baby brother cry himself to sleep every night. They lived a life struggling, begging and getting tortured by slaves.)

Rocinate, begs: Doffy wait! He's still our father. He meant no harm. Please Doffy, he's all we have!

Doffy, elder sibling anger boiling in his heart: I don't forgive you.

(He kills their father in front of Rocinate.)

That is the day that Rocinate realises his brother has become a monster, and that he will spend the rest of his life trying to end Doflamingo.

That is the day Doflamingo decides that he will do anything to protect his family. Even if the person he has to shoot down.....is family.

"Doffy was a monster from the start."

I don't believe that. Yes, he was racist and oppressive, he was raised in that environment. When he was taught to be kind, Kindness saw the death and suffering of all the people he loved.

Throughout he asked questions "Why is mother dead? Why am I hungry? Why are we in pain?"

His father never gave a satisfactory answer. He just begged and cried for his children to be spared, but the boys got tortured anyway.

Obviously the moral lesson Doffy would take from that....is that kindness is for suckers. 💀

No I don't support his actions in Dressrosa. He enslaved an entire population of people. He didn't just execute rebels either, he broke them first. 💀 He was a monster. He needed to be stopped. He said Dressrosa was his birthright, it would have been given to him if he'd still been a Celestial Dragon. So either way, Luffy would have eventually beat him up in Dressrosa. 😂💔

But then what would have happened to Law? Doffy was the only one to accept the dying boy. Everyone rejected him cause they thought he was cursed. But not Doffy.

A little boy who tied bombs around his neck. He knew his disease would discourage people so he even offered to be used for a suicidal mission. He didn't care who took him, he just wanted to destroy. Doffy saw the hatred burning in that child's eyes and he smiled.

Doffy took that child and set him at his table, scolding the crew when they feared Law's disease. He gave Law access to everything he could learn on that ship. He let Corazon disappear for weeks in an attempt to cure Law's disease. He found the cure for Law.

Doffy was a tyrant, yes. But he loved his family.

Unfortunately, finding the cure for Law marked the end of the time he would spend....loving that boy. For Law would take his brother from him.

Doffy said he'd kill anyone who dared lay a finger on his brother. Ironic. He ended up killing him with his own hands.

(Every time I remember the Donquixote tragedy I go into a rant.)

Do you think at the end, when they both pointed guns at each other, Doffy knew that Corazon would never be able to pull the trigger? Do you think that made him angry? Knowing his brother was all talk. That he'd joined his crew to kill him and he'd been provided with many opportunities, but he'd never done it. Even though Doffy trusted him more than anyone else. Angry cause he knew his brother could never kill him. Angry cause he knew he was not the same. Angry cause he wished.... Corazon had kept on pretending. Then he wouldn't have to pull that trigger.

Corazon means Heart.

Doflamingo gave him that name.

I shouldn't wish someone as terrible as Doffy got a better life but..... I wish his father's plan had not failed so epically. I wish he'd been able to teach that boy to be kind. He clearly had the capacity for it. 😭😭😭😭

Yet another irony, Doffy's father sought to turn a tyrant into a kind man. Doffy sought to turn a doctor into a tyrant with Law. They both failed.

#I love the complexities of the Donquixote siblings #I love them both....so very much #I feel like Doffy really waited for his father to save the day #he waited and waited and waited #because it is in a child's instinct to cling to their parent for guidance #and he clung to his father #all he got for that was pain #donquixote bros #donquixote doflamingo #donquixote rosinante #donquixote corazon #law one piece #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar law #laying in a pool of Donquixote tears #perhaps its fortunate that the parents did not live to see what became of their precious sons #dressrosa arc spoilers

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vampyreelf · 2 days ago

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Daughter-In-Law

Summary: You are to marry Legolas, but when you spend time with his father, you have different thoughts.

Thranduil x Reader / Legolas x Reader

Warnings: Smut, a little bit of angst, cheating.

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You were to marry the Prince of Mirkwood, Legolas and leave your family in Rivendell. You have seen Legolas many a time but never got the courage to speak with him, only admiring him from afar. After evil was defeated and the ring destroyed, Elrond alongside the King of Mirkwood thought it best to strengthen relations between the two kingdoms so a marriage pact was struck between you, Elrond’s niece, who he has been raising since your parents died in battle, and the Prince, Legolas.

Your uncle came to you with the proposal, late at night and it was something that gladdened your heart.

“If the arrangement does not please you, another elf, although not as beautiful, will take your place. But know that you are the one that pleases Legolas and Thranduil the most.” Elrond touched your face and that made you smile.

“Legolas is quite handsome.” You looked away and Elrond smiled, he was quite protective of you, since you were incredibly young, only 62 years old, you are but a baby in his eyes.

“So I have been told by many elves in our kingdom.” The two of you laughed.

“I accept it, but I would prefer to spend some time with Legolas in Rivendell before departing to Mirkwood.” Elrond hugs you and he leaves pleased with the result, he of course would never force you into marriage, especially so young but he also knows that the relations between Rivendell and Mirkwood would take a toll due to your refusal.

Meanwhile in Mirkwood, news of your acceptance has reached the King and the Prince, who could not be happier with the news.

“It seems that you have a bride to be, Legolas.” His father, Thranduil spoke in his regal tone, giving nothing away to his son, who was as giddy as a human child with a new trinket.

“That warms my heart, she is the most beautiful elf I have ever laid eyes upon, father.” Legolas was so excited, he never gave much thought about marriage, much less marrying for an alliance but you? He would do anything for you, for your affection.

“Very well, she requests your presence in Rivendell before she moves permanently to our kingdom.” Thranduil reads from the message sent by Elrond, that was non negotiable.

“Of course, I will go as soon as I am able.” If you asked for his heart on a silver platter, Legolas would give it to you. “Father, would you be inclined to come with me? Everyone would rejoice in seeing the King of Mirkwood supporting his son.” The Prince wanted to mend their fractured relationship, there has been some improvement but the road was still long.

“Yes, but I cannot stay for long. There are many matters that require my utmost attention.” Legolas was elated that his father was coming, and Thranduil couldn’t wait to see you.

“Perfect, I will prepare everything.” Legolas left the throne room and Thranduil smirked, things were going according to plan.

Everyone was in Rivendell, Arwen was helping getting you ready, you were so happy to share this moment with her.

“You look marvellous, your love story with Legolas starts now.” The two of you laughed together, and you got up, the dress was gifted by Arwen from Gondor and you loved the deep purple colour, you also had a headpiece from your mother, with diamonds and rubies.

“Arwen, I want the deep love you and Aragorn have, how I envy you, my dear cousin and friend.” Arwen smiled and hugged you deeply, like her father, she is also quite protective of you.

“And you shall have it, my love.” Your cousin touches your face and you smile, you can feel her love and it warms your heart. The two of you heard a knock at the door. “Come in.” The door was opened and it was Aragorn, and Arwen went to him with a smile on her face.

“Are the ladies ready?” The King of Gondor looks at his Queen and then you. “My dear cousin, you look marvellous, Legolas will surely have his heart out of his chest.” Aragorn kisses your cheek, he knew of Legolas’ feelings for you since the fellowship, he described your eyes for hours on end, and how lucky he would be if you gave him your favour.

“Thank you, Aragorn. Is Legolas here yet?” You were thrilled about the prospect of being Legolas’ wife and his future Queen, but for now, you were content in being in his presence.

“Yes, he and his father arrived a few hours ago and he cannot wait to see you.” Aragorn wanted nothing but happiness for the two of you, Legolas was his biggest friend and you were Arwen’s cousin, friend and confidant, this would have to work.

“His father? One would assume that the King of Mirkwood would stay in his beloved kingdom.” You have seen Legolas’ father only once, you were still a child and he came to negotiate with your uncle, and you were intimidated by him, one would say, scared.

“Legolas has informed me that it was at his behest, and to signal that he does indeed approve of the union.” You nodded at his declaration, one small glimpse when you were younger isn’t enough to form an opinion on someone, especially not your father-in-law and future king.

“Well, that settles it then. Shall we go to the banquet?” The couple nods at you and you smile, excited about seeing your future husband.

With Arwen on his right and you on his left, Aragorn guides the two of you to the banquet hall, one of the elves announces you and the King and Queen of Gondor, Legolas was the first one to stand up and come to you.

“My lady, you are breathtaking.” Legolas kisses your hand, his piercing blue eyes never leaving yours, the irony of him saying that you are breathtaking when he was the one that took your breath away by kissing your hand.

“My Prince, you are too kind.” You smiled and Legolas felt the heat on his face, you were perfect for him, and there is nothing he wouldn’t do for you already.

“I only speak the truth that my eyes allow me to witness, my Lady.” The two of you were completely engrossed in each other’s presence that Arwen and Aragorn could slip away and leave the newest couple by themselves.

“To think that you were apprehensive about Legolas and my cousin, it seems that they were made for one another.” Arwen beamed while looking at the two of you, and Aragorn kissed his beloved’s hand.

“It seems that you are correct, which concerns me since you always seem to be.” Arwen laughed and the two of them sat down while you and Legolas were still talking.

“Would you mind telling stories about your time with the fellowship, if you don’t mind?” You have heard many stories with Aragorn and Arwen but he doesn’t go into many details, it seems to spare your ears of such death but you don’t mind at all.

“Of course, I would be delighted in sharing tales of courage, friendship and even death, my love.” You looked at him surprised and Legolas looked even more taken aback than you, but you smiled and he seemed to lighten. “Forgive me, but I was driven to express my feelings.” You kissed Legolas on the cheek and he beamed, his heart was singing.

“It would be wrong of me not to encourage such affections, my love.” The words felt like honey in your mouth and you had no idea how to refer to Legolas as anything but.

“The Valar themselves have blessed me with you, my love.” Legolas kissed your hand again, in the moonlight his skin was even more gorgeous, his flowing platinum blonde hair was a cascade of beauty. He touched your beautiful hair, only admiring your beauty, to him you were the only elf in this room.

Unbeknownst to either of you, Thranduil was watching you intently. How his son only has eyes for you and how it seems that you are the same, also how you didn't even kiss him on the lips, how sweet and innocent you were.

“I give you my word Lord Elrond, your dear niece will be well taken care of in Mirkwood, she shall want for nothing.” Thranduil bows his head, and Elrond is relieved, he wants nothing but the best for you and it seems that you will have that in your new home.

It was now the end of the banquet, and you were ready to retire for the evening. You had the best time with Legolas, who was the only person that had your attention all night. Well, that wasn’t entirely the case, there was one person that you had fleeting glances with, the King of Mirkwood, Thranduil. The elf looked positively regal this evening, you could see where Legolas got his handsome features from, he was still as intimidating as you remembered but it also came with a great curiosity, what was he like? Legolas hasn’t mentioned him all evening, so you decided not to pry, your relationship was still in its earliest infancy and you didn't want to ruin anything, you couldn’t, you were to spend the eternity with Legolas, whatever curiosity you had of his father, it can be answered in the next few centuries.

“Should I accompany you to your chambers, my love?” The prince couldn’t even contain his smile when it came to you, his happiness was indeed contagious, you quickly realised that you loved that about Legolas.

“Of course, my love.” With your agreement, Legolas accompanied you to your chambers. The silence between the two of you was comforting, his arms were around your waist, his soft touch was heartening.

Once arriving at your door, Legolas put his hand on your cheeks and softly kissed your lips and it felt incredibly soft, your first kiss and it was perfect. His right hand moved to your hair, and his left hand to your waist, he was respectful and proper but also it felt good, his kiss was amazing.

“I've wanted to do this since I first laid my eyes on your form tonight.” His sultry voice gave you goosebumps, and you smiled fondly at him, the confession made you warm.

“One wonders if you have done it, and scandalised all of Rivendell, and most of all my uncle.” The two of you laughed softly. “You shall have all eternity to kiss my lips, and I yours.” Those prompted Legolas to kiss you again, and he twirled you around afterwards.

“You are such a tease, my love.” Legolas put you down in front of your door again. “I hope you have a great night’s sleep.” The Mirkwood Prince kisses your hand.

“You as well, my love.” With that, Legolas left and you entered your chambers.

Gracefully you removed the headpiece off of your head, your mind filled with thoughts of Legolas, but at the back of your mind, his father, Thranduil was ever present. His regal and imposing figure was etched in your mind, you still had many questions about the King but you were too intimidated to ask Legolas, even less ask Thranduil himself. Now you were ready for some rest, and your dreams shall be of Legolas, your beloved and future husband.

“You are delicious, absolutely irresistible.” The elf kissed your neck again, your breath was shallow, biting your lips to stop the moans from escaping. But he suddenly stopped kissing you and looked at you with such intensity that you were taken aback. “Never deprive me of your lovely noises, they are mine only.” He kissed your collarbones, your moans now no longer trapped on your throat. Your hands went to his platinum blonde hair, and you pulled it, this time he was the one making him moan.

“I want to consume you fully, tell me you are mine.” He whispers in your ear, his big hand pulling up your dress, touching your thigh as well.

“I’m yours, all yours.” You chanted, as if you were possessed by pure lust, perhaps you were.

“Yes, all mine.” His hand touched your pussy and your mouth opened slightly, a moan escaping. “No one else will ever satisfy you, not even Legolas.” His finger expertly entered you making you gasp, his thumb making small circles on your engorged clit.

“Thranduil.” You kiss him again, pulling his hair.

You wake up feeling aroused, the dream threw you off slightly, for a moment it was as if it was Legolas, but that was not the case, it was his aloof father. It was a great dream you cannot lie, but this was all it was, a fantasy, a childish fantasy. You got ready for the day, you were used to waking up quite early, so you decided to take a walk alongside the river.

The sun was shining and everything looked perfect, it was extremely helpful to calm your troubling thoughts about your eventful dream about the King of Mirkwood, you wondered if he behaved that way in real life. You felt guilty, you knew that Legolas would never appreciate the troubling thoughts you were thinking, it made you feel dirty.

“My Lady.” The velvety voice of King Thranduil stopped you in your tracks, you looked behind you and he looked positively regal, his broad shoulders were imposing, and his handsome features gave nothing away.

“King Thranduil, forgive me for I assumed to be the only one here.” You curtsied the elf king and he bowed his head to acknowledge you.

“I am quite accustomed to being awake in the early hours, I wasn’t expecting you to be an early bird.” His lips curled in a hint of a smile and you smiled as well, your opinion of him being intimidating was slowly eroding with a small smile.

“Since early infancy I have been awakening in the early hours, it is simply how I was made.” How are you being more open to your father-in-law than your beloved?

“And how perfectly made you are.” He whispered, his face and voice gave nothing away, it was as if he didn't say anything at all, but he was truly awaiting your reaction.

“Thank you, my King.” You had nothing else to say, of course his words provoked a reaction that you weren’t expecting, a reaction that Legolas didn't give you, your lips parted slightly and your pupils dilated, and of course, Thranduil noticed, it was the reaction he was aiming for.

“One must speak the truth as one sees it, wouldn’t you agree?” You nodded, afraid of what else you might reveal to Thranduil, you felt as if you weren’t in your body, as if he was controlling it. “I am incredibly pleased that you are to marry my son, no other has a beauty such as yourself, my Lady.” You smiled at him again, not finding the correct words on how to express yourself, were you uncomfortable? No, you were in fact quite at ease with the Mirkwood King, you were…not accustomed to such compliments, Legolas was the first one to be so unabashedly forthcoming in his infatuations, now you know from whom he gets it from.

“You are far too kind, my King.” Those are the only words you allowed yourself to utter in front of him in this moment, anything else might betray the thoughts or even worse, the dream you had about the King.

“I have been accused of many things, but kind hasn’t been uttered for a millenia.” He jests and it makes you laugh, it disarms you completely and Thranduil gets closer to yourself without you noticing it. He admires your features, the same way Legolas was but his eyes carry something heavier, something that Legolas doesn’t possess in his blue orbs.

Thranduil decides to push your boundaries once again, he gently grabs your hand and kisses it, holding eye contact for a few minutes. You say nothing, you are lost in his deep blue eyes, the storm of emotions held in them overwhelm you, but you dare not to move away, you want his warmth, you want his skin connected to yours, you didn't want this moment to ever end.

“Will I see you at the banquet tonight, my Lady?” His voice was sultry, it suited him completely. It invaded your senses in a way you didn't think possible, you felt it deep inside you.

“Of course, my King.” You smile, feeling the effect of his voice on your cheeks, they are warm.

“Then I shall see you then, for now I must attend urgent matters with Lord Elrond.” And just like that, he left you. And you missed his warmth and imposing presence, but you took a deep breath and carried on walking but the thoughts about Thranduil were now in the forefront of your mind.

The banquet came rather quickly, and you were speaking to Legolas, Arwen and Aragorn, but your eyes were looking for Thranduil, and he was speaking with Elrond and not looking in your direction. You were confused, did you do anything to make the King angry at you? He seemed so at ease in your company, but now it seems that he has been personally offended by your presence. But you tried to take your mind off of it, and enjoy your beloved’s company the best you could. Now after a few hours, it was only you and Arwen and you still have Thranduil in your mind, so you decide to ask Arwen some questions.

“Dear cousin, when you first met Aragorn…” You whispered to her, afraid of anyone listening in your conversation. “How did you feel? Did you feel things deep in your being?” Arwen smirked at you, she knew exactly what you were talking about.

“My dearest cousin, you are full of surprises.” Of course she would tease you about this. “Of course, and I am sure he will be quite understanding, share with him your troubles.” Arwen leaves your presence and you ponder on her words, maybe you should talk to Thranduil about this.

It was now time for Legolas to accompany you to your chambers again, and you barely spoke with him but you still enjoyed his company, but Thranduil invaded all of your thoughts this evening.

“My love, have I done something to offend you?” Looking at him shocked you fervently shook your head.

“There is nothing that you could ever do to offend me, my love.” You kissed his cheek again and he smiled at you. “Sweet dreams, my love.” Legolas kissed your cheek and went back to his chambers. Once he left you took a deep breath, you needed to speak with Thranduil.

As if you had summoned him, Thranduil appeared behind you and he looked as handsome as this morning, his crown made him look even more regal, his outfit made of the finest fabrics in Middle Earth and he seems to know how handsome he looks.

“My King.” You curtsied and he bowed his head in acknowledgement again, just like this morning.

“Forgive me for being so forward but you look absolutely ravishing this evening.” Again with his sultry voice, and the deep feelings within you come alive again.

“My King.” You enter your chambers but you leave the door open, Thranduil enters your most intimate room, not even Legolas has laid eyes on it, and here he is, inside your chambers, and it’s overwhelming. He locks the door and comes closer to you, his scent is overwhelming, his presence covers you completely. “Thranduil.” You whisper and he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes.

“Yes, say my name again.” His arm goes around your waist and he pulls you closer to him, his strength was surprising when it shouldn’t be since you know he’s a formidable warrior.

“Thranduil.” You whisper again, you cannot help but to obey him. The King has an indescribable pull on you, almost as if you can’t help but be under his spell. “What have you done to me?” You look into his blue orbs, looking for an answer and he looks at you with nothing but desire.

He kissed you deeply and passionately, his other hand going to your hair to keep you in place, your hands placed on his broad shoulders. His tongue fighting for dominance with yours and without much of a fight he has it, his lips travel to your jaw, down to your neck, it reminds you of your dream. You moaned and Thranduil looked at you, he admires you with nothing but lust now.

“You awakened something within me, things that I cannot describe.” Your fingers travel to his lips, they are perfect, incredibly soft.

“Desire, that is what I have awoken in you.” He kisses your neck, it seems that he can’t resist you, the same way you feel about him. “And you have done the same to myself, feelings that I thought were thoroughly killed within me.” Thranduil pulls you even closer, his warmth was all over your body and you couldn’t get enough of it.

“This is wrong, what about Legolas?” You are ashamed of your actions, thinking about your sweet Prince, and here you are entangled with the impetuous King.

“My son,” Thranduil raises your dress to your thigh. “Needs a wife, an heir,” Both of his hands put your dress around your waist, the cold air made you shiver, making you incredibly aware of how wet you were. “Which I do not, and I cannot justify a marriage to a lovely Lady,” He inserts a finger inside you, and you moan, he smirks. “Such as yourself.” His rhythm was slow, he was getting to your body, your sweet reactions.

“But I want you.” You whispered, eyes closed and lips parted. Thranduil had his gaze fixed upon you, you spoke your heart so freely, he envied that about you. “I need you.” With that, Thranduil inserted a second finger inside you, making you moan a bit louder, your hands holding his shoulders to stop you from losing your balance.

“You shall live in my kingdom, you will be mine.” He growled in your ear, already incredibly possessive of you, you might be his son’s bride, but in reality, you were his, fully.

“Thranduil.” He picked up his speed, the noises from your pussy were pornographic, he was making a mess between your legs. Thranduil felt your pussy contracting against his fingers.

“Let go, I want to own your sweet releases.” He whispers in your ear, his thumb goes to your clit, you scream and Thranduil puts his hand around your mouth. “We wouldn’t want us to be discovered, my Lady.” With your mouth covered, he picks up his pace and your breath gets shallow, your eyes roll to the back of your head, moans still escape but Thranduil looks at you with but lust. “Let go.” He whispers, and as if he had complete control over your body, you cum all over his fingers, Thranduil looks down, admiring your pussy and your juices. He helps you ride out your orgasm, he slowly removes his hand and kisses you more softly but still with the dominance expected from a King.

“What happened?” You asked after regaining your breath, even with Arwen being your best friend, you didn't have the courage to ask about more mature subjects such as this.

“When the pleasure I give you is too great, it releases in such a way, it is believed this is the biggest pleasure an elf can experience.” Thranduil removes his fingers and you immediately feel empty, but his fingers go to his mouth, tasting you in great delight. “And you are the sweetest of them all, my Lady.” He kisses you again and you also taste yourself in his tongue, you moan into his mouth.

“Is there more?” You genuinely wondered, which made the Mirkwood King laugh, a genuine and hearty laugh, something you never thought to hear from him.

“Of course there is, but this will be something you will experience in Mirkwood only.” Thranduil kisses your forehead, and looks at you with something that was hard for you to place. “Now, sleep.” He made sure that you were in bed, after sleep overtook you he watched you for a few minutes and left your chambers.

You woke up and somehow you felt different, you didn't remember seeing Thranduil leaving but you missed him, you missed his body close to yours, and especially his fingers inside you. He was the only thing in your mind, all consuming and the worst part of it was that he was leaving today for Mirkwood. You started to get ready for the day, and hopefully getting a glimpse of Thranduil.

Once you were ready, you went to the main hall and there it was Legolas saying his goodbyes to Thranduil. Both men stopped to look at you, Thranduil’s face gave nothing away, as usual and Legolas’ face lit up seeing you, his beloved.

“My love, my father is going back to our kingdom. But do not fret, we shall see him soon.” Legolas all but drags you to where his father is, and not for a second his eyes deviated from yourself.

“My King, I hope that your stay in Rivendell was satisfactory.” You curtsied him again, one thing that he loved seeing you do.

“It was, and I shall see you in Mirkwood, my Lady.” He bowed his head in acknowledgment, he knew that he couldn’t stay here for too long. Thranduil mounted his elk and looked at his son. “See you at your wedding, Legolas.” With that he left Rivendell and he didn't look back.

“My love, I want us to spend time together, as much as we can. I want to know everything about you.” Legolas kisses your hand and guides you away to the gardens, and your mind is still on Thranduil and when you would be able to see him again.

After a decade of you and Legolas staying in Rivendell, and often travelling to Gondor to meet with Arwen and Aragorn, it was time for your wedding. The worst part is that Thranduil didn't come to visit his son at all, all you had of him was in your memories. Your relationship with Legolas only grew stronger but you still had his father at the back of your mind, you felt guilty about the fact that when Legolas kissed you, you couldn’t help but compare it with the kiss you shared with Thranduil, and you felt even worse when Legolas’ kiss felt short as well.

All of your belongings were being carried to carriages, Legolas was getting his horse ready, he was so happy about finally taking you to Mirkwood but you were nervous, seeing Thranduil after all this time. After many dreams of him, after comparing father and son, you will see him again.

“My love, I received word from my father and he is overseeing every single detail about our ceremony, your dress is ready.” Legolas kisses you with great excitement, his happiness is contagious.

“Has your father chosen my dress?” This was odd but this fact made you warm inside.

“I hope that doesn’t displease you, my father thought of a worthy gift for our upcoming nuptials.” You smiled and kissed him, he was so considerate of your feelings, you couldn’t ask for a better husband, and yet, you wanted Thranduil to be your husband, instead of his son.

“I am most pleased with this arrangement, and our ceremony will be filled with laughter and love.” Legolas visibly relaxes and smiles again, his only goal in life is to make you happy.

“Well, we shall be in Mirkwood in no time.” Legolas helps you get on the horse, it will be a long journey but you love horseback riding.

Arwen and other elves are helping you get ready for your wedding, and Legolas gifted you a crown worthy of a Princess, it was sent to you by Legolas himself and Arwen is carefully placing it on your perfectly made hair. You look stunning but the feeling at the pit of your stomach, the feeling that you should be marrying a King, not a Prince.

“You look even more stunning than myself at my own wedding, dear cousin.” Arwen hugs you from behind, he couldn’t be happier for you, she thought that you and Legolas were perfect for each other.

“The Queen of Gondor tells deceitful lies.” The two of you laughed and you hugged her.

“Are you ready?” You nod at Arwen, and she takes you to the room where Elrond and Aragorn were waiting for the two of you.

“You are a vision, dear niece.” Elrond kisses you, he will be the one to take you to Legolas, he will give you away to Legolas, while Thranduil watches.

You are now a married woman, and you married Legolas. Thranduil didn't take his eyes off of you, he is discreet but you feel his blue orbs on you, the King of Mirkwood has an intense but discreet stare. You were speaking with Mirkwood Lords and Ladies, they were incredibly pleasant and already addressing you as a Princess of Mirkwood. Legolas is now drinking with the dwarf, Gimli, he is boisterous but a good dwarf at heart.

“Will you be a more involved Princess in Mirkwood matters, Princess?” You smiled at the elves, it was overwhelming to think that you were a representative of Mirkwood, in Rivendell you could just be you.

“Whatever the kingdom requires of me it shall be done.” They smiled at your graceful answer, and conversation went back to a more pleasant subject.

It was now late at night, and you were getting ready to go to bed. You went to Legolas who was still drinking with Gimli, who was encouraging Legolas to drink even more.

“Shall we retire for the evening, my love?” You enquire and Legolas looks at you with a smile.

“You will have the elf for yourself for the rest of the days, lassie…let him drink.” He puts yet another glass of alcohol on Legolas’ hands making the two of you laugh.

“Alright, dwarf.” You kissed Legolas. “You shall have him today, and only today.” Legolas kissed you again, with nothing but love in his eyes.

“I will come later, my love.” You nod your head and go back to the room where you got ready, for some reason it didn't feel right to be in Legolas’ room without him.

You were removing your jewels, and your crown, the room wasn’t lit but somehow you enjoyed only the moonlight entering the room. You admired the crown, it looked so pretty, and it made it real that you were now a Princess, the Princess of Mirkwood. But you were still imagining if instead of the crown of a Princess it would be the crown of a Queen.

“Do you approve of the crown, Princess?” His voice startled you, he was in the dark corner of the room. He slowly raises and comes closer to you, his skin, hair and crown illuminated but the moonlight, he was utterly perfect.

“Of course, my King.” You curtsied him, and looked away, you were angry at him for ignoring you for a decade. “My apologies, I was not aware that you were in this room. I shall take my leave.” You turned around but he came closer to you, his broad chest against your back, his nose against the tip of your ear.

“Stay.” He whispers. “Please.” He begs, and you knew that he doesn’t do this lightly, a King never begs.

“Why should I? You haven’t spoken to me in a whole decade, you made your position as clear as a summer day.” His hand removes the laces of your wedding dress, the wedding dress that he chose especially for you.

“I wanted your relationship to flourish with my son, he deserves to be happy.” After undoing the knots of your dress, he removes it from your figure, it goes around your feet. “You deserve to be happy, I am being incredibly selfish by being here but I do not care, Legolas cares more about drinking with that dwarf than his precious wife.” Thranduil kisses your neck, his long fingers touching your collarbone, and his other hand around your waist. “Do not deny me, I will not bear it.” You turn around and kiss him, he quickly brought you closer to his chest.

“Never ignore me again, Thranduil.” The seriousness in your voice made him nod solemnly, he didn't want you to be disappointed, ever.

“I will never.” His hand went to your face and he kissed you again, he removes your smallclothes and you are now naked right in front of the King. He stops to admire your perfect body, your skin, committing to memory every single detail about yourself. “But I must let you know that you are mine, and I would never let my son have you first.” His words had such an effect on you, you were soaked.

“Why do you say such things?” Thranduil knew that those words affected you and he loved the fact that simply his words could make you like this, lips parted, and wet.

“Because it's the truth, Princess.” He looked at your nipples and they were hard, he grabbed one of your breasts and put your nipple in his mouth, you closed your eyes and put your hands on his luscious blonde hair, moaning. His skilled tongue swirled around your nipple and he was driving you crazy, you could only concentrate in the pleasure he was giving you. Thranduil lets go of your nipple with a pop and he looks at you. “Do you have any idea how much I had to restrain myself from claiming you that day in your chambers?” He guides you to the bed, he lays you and kisses your body, he starts with your collarbone.

“Thranduil, I want to feel you, you’re fully clothed.” You noted and he smirked, he removed his tunic first, then his boots, and later his shirt, followed by his trousers. You looked in awe at his perfect body lit by the moonlight.

“Is that enough?” He was enjoying the fact of how desperate you were for him, the level of desire was truly the same. “Open your legs for me.” You immediately obeyed and he was quickly between them, you looked at him and his cock, it was big and girthy, was that supposed to enter you? He must’ve seen the panic in your face because his eyes softened slightly. “You have nothing to fear, I will make sure that you are ready for me.” Thranduil kissed your breasts, then your abdomen, then your mound, he positioned your legs on your shoulders and then you felt it.

His tongue on your clit, you arched your back, you remember how good his fingers felt inside you but that was nothing compared to his tongue. He sucks on your clit and you moan, the pleasure radiating all over your body, it was such a different pleasure, totally foreign but as if you were made to be pleasured by Thranduil’s tongue.

“Oh, Thranduil.” You moaned and that encouraged him to pick up his pace, he was eating you out as if a man starved, all of your juices going to his chin, his tongue skilfully on your clit then to your entrance, he was fucking you with his tongue, your moans were a holy symphony for Thranduil’s ear, he would kill anything and everything to hear it the rest of eternity.

He knew that you were close, despite spending so little time together he already knew your body more than you knew yourself. Thranduil picks up the pace and sucks on your clit again, you can feel your orgasm approaching. “Let go for me.” Again, your body obeyed his words and you came even harder than last time, you knew that it was different, it was more intense and you screamed. Thranduil helps you ride out your high, kissing your inner thigh, and admiring you falling apart. “You looked even more gorgeous falling apart.” Your breathing was still shallow, you were trying to catch your breath, and you felt the sheets being wet underneath you.

“What happened?” You look at your lover confused, and he smiles and kisses you.

“The humans named it ‘squirting’, it happens with a female when the pleasure is too great.” Thranduil kisses your abdomen and coming closer to you, he puts your nipple in his mouth, he sucks on them with fervour. Thranduil kissed you and you tasted yourself on his tongue, you felt the tip of your cock on your pussy.

“Once we are intimate this way, we cannot stop this.” You knew what he was doing, he was giving you a way out, but deep down the two of you knew that you cannot stop this even if you tried. To answer him, you kissed him and that way Thranduil had all the confirmation he needed.

Thranduil aligns himself and starts thrusting, he looks at you with so much lust and admiration, his face contorted in pleasure, the same as yours, his grunts and your moans making a pornographic symphony, your nails go to his back, you were trying to ground yourself due to the tsunami of pleasure invading all of your senses, you kissed Thranduil and he kissed your jaw and neck, he got his mouth close to your ear, his thrusts were slow and deep.

“You feel perfect around me.” He whispered and you clench around him, causing him to grunt. “You seem to respond well to praise, darling.” You felt your nipples against his chest, and the pleasure was coming to a breaking point again, his grunts and moans were like music to your ears. “I can feel that you are close, let go for me, darling.” He whispered again and you were clenching around his cock, you never felt so full as you are now, his cock is huge inside you and it’s bringing you even closer to the edge.

“Thranduil.” You moaned his name and you came around his cock, he grunted and you felt yourself spill inside you.

“You are perfect, darling.” Thranduil kissed you and he removed himself from you, and you felt empty. Thranduil laid down and put you on top of him, you could hear his heartbeat.

“What happens now, Thranduil?” You looked at him, you needed his reassurance since you wouldn’t let him go at all.

“I do not know but I will never let you go, darling.” He kissed your forehead and you fell into a peaceful sleep.

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And right now the only wall bashing happening is my head against the bricks lol

I love how we've totally managed to swap which thread is actually discussing SU stuff lol

Jasper finally breaking down like YOU HAVE THE POWER OF A DIAMOND. you are a diamond! And yet you wander around. paying for things. staring at the scenery. I WOULD CONQUER GALAXIES IN YOUR NAME. why aren't you ordering me to use MY power to do that? am I too small now, my diamond?

And poor Steven just having to be like, okay, first off, stop calling me that- here, eat this donut, we're gunna watch the sunrise and I'm not gunna unpack all that bc it's not my job anymore. you can figure it out Jasper. I'm pretty sure you already know the answer.

J: because you're weak?

S: -.- Try again.

lol Nolan hobbies powered by spite. yeah. Him suddenly being supportive of Mark going to college if he goes in for journalism xD Mark awkwardly meeting up with SpiderMan later after his dad has him shake him down like, hey dude, we good? you aren't secretly evil, right?? and Peter having to throw that line right back at his face and then they get the ultimate irony later. Aw, now I'm thinking about Peter and Aunt May hanging out with Debbie and Mark after lol

Would JJ lose his shit or actually start a Omni-Man was framed campaign??? he works against Invincible and Spidey now xD JJ and Powerplex in a room together. oof.

You saw my ep reorder ramble already but yeah !! Powerplex should have opened the season. Then the way I see it, Mark then has his future Immortal run in and is then all fucked up about having to kill him/not wanting to/being forced into it, and maybe he tells Cecil about what happened because they are still kinda buds at that point ! And then the Doc Seismic shit is happening and Mark is holding back bc he just killed a guy again and is wigging out and everyone gets screwed. Then when Mark loses it on Cecil he can be like the GDA doesn't get to decide shit. Powerplex worked for you, stole from you, and murdered his own family. And Cecil gets to be like You JUST came back from the future and told me you were an emperor who left Immortal in charge !! I NEED a way to contain you ! It would make his willingness to be so stupidly overhanded make more sense if he had just heard this kid merked and even older Immortal.

All of the pieces are there !! why is the narrative so out of sorts !! WHY

I actually legit thought Powerplex was new to the show for a moment before he said his name and I saw his family and my brain supplied an image of them flash fried and I was like, oh yeah, I kinda recall this xD

Oliver talking about what he remembered of his parents would have been so fucking important to open with ! I should not be learning this at the end of the fucking season ! And instead of bullshit with Paul we could have gotten a moment from Debbie expressing what she goddamn thinks about Nolan's legacy. What she actually has been telling Oliver about his family, if anything. How she feels about her role in everything and not some bs stock 'normal' shit which she has never expressed wanting before. There is a meter between 'world conquering jackass' and 'total stale white bread' and I think she deserves not to be stuck on world conquering jackass, but she should be nowhere near stale ass white bread.

Way back in S2 I was actually chatting with some other folks who had also read the comic, and honest to god one of the things we talked about that I hoped would happen aside from Oliver being totally written out (a fucking pipe dream but I honestly thought only 3 months had gone by in the show and not the 6 from the comic until the show ass pulled another three months out of Mark's time at high school somehow...) was that if they did keep Debbie raising Oliver that they LET her be weird and a little resentful and that was why he turned into such a prick who was down to murder. Because no matter how decent she was trying to be to this kid who didn't deserve being treated like garbage due to who his father was she couldn't fucking help it, and I would have been fine with her showing that bit of weakness. but they kept everything pretty much the same except they allowed her to not be totally into it from the get go like the comics.

Right now the stuff I like about S3 are, the Cecil flashback, Nolan's breakout, and ep6. Like. hope to god y'all saved your entire animation budget for the last two eps and they don't totally crash and burn so at least if the story continues to be meh I can at least watch something fun.

I know you want to put Powerplex and Mark in a room together but Debbie talking to him. like. I lost everyone. all my friends were murdered. my husband was a monster. my son nearly died. all my close friends of the last 20 years were murdered. You see me out there killing randos and picking fights? No. I'm getting my shit together and building something. You had a family and you pissed it away.

God. I think I just miss seeing her be a little mean to people. Even her talks with Cecil come across as sad more than angry. Let Debbie fucking yell at people again, what the fuck happened there. She was so dismissive of the white house attack ! of Nolan ending up in another dimension ! YES LET HER BE RECKLESS. let her be callous. stop having her suddenly being a fucking doormat for other people's freakouts. its okay baby, I support you no matter what ! FUCK THAT. she needs to snap or at least be shown getting some support so I understand why she isn't just fucking killing people lol

Debbie designating herself a fucking Problem when. Her and a crew of villain adjacent buddies coulda been so fun. Cecil not being able to spy on them anymore bc she now has resources to get that shit off her back. I need people in her corner so fucking bad. A much more gray morality Debbie tho. It's honestly one of the things I really appreciated about S1. She doesn't tell Mark to be good, she tells him to make choices he can live with. The closest she gets to a 'be a hero' statement is nobody is beneath help. God. I would love for that convo to come back up between her and Mark. for it to get nasty re: Nolan.

Eve just starting a business is like, okay whatevs, but that is a federal prison. Government contracts have so much shit built into them ! how they work what you need to do to qualify ! and this fucking teenager just gets the contract?? it definitely shows that heroes are above the law bc wtf. Is it bc she worked with the GDA before that it got greenlit?? If there were attempts to bring a fucking court case against Invincible in recent memory and the public was shaky on his image bc his dad just tried to take over the fucking planet why would he qualify for government contracts !!! if you really want to try and fucking double down on his stupid prison is the only option mandate, than fucking have him go into a damn job interview and give the best police brutality is justified cop speech ever, bc prisons are responsible for the health and safety of their inmates and them hiring man who punches things does not speak highly of the care they give. Tie his fucking job into why he is a hero and not 'damn I need money guess this'll do'. and it is once more something he does not pick. Doormat Mark expose when. just... damn.

Where did the character drama go ??? why do episode one off randos get more depth ??? The exchange between Kate and her brother was great, and it was 100% the kind of conversation Mark should have been having with someone. I also immediately wanted to be like 'oh are you going to mention that you were willing to let everyone believe you were dead just to run away and get out of things Kate? including your brother remember that? no? hm' Why is Rae suddenly living out Kate's apparent fucking dream of retirement. like wtf happened there.

While I'm not too familiar with the DCU- your batfam meta posts are intiguing- so in transfering some of the broader strokes from them- I think you tackling a 'Mark isn't Nolan's biological son' fic would be fascinating. Sort of a step to the side of the 'what if Mark never got his powers' fic that sometimes pop up in the fandom

OOOOOO chewing on this currently, hm, the much a distinct flavor of exactly what you’re talking about, but the potential for more family drama depending on WHO knows. Does Mark know?? Is he waiting every day only to be crushed? Does he confused non-Debbie features with Nolan’s? I suppose I’m not the most enthusiastic about non-power AUs, but I think there’s something very fun to explore about Mark having to settle with, if he knows all his life, he will never have powers? I think the trajectory of his dreams will obviously shift, I can see him still having that distinct fatherly idolization, but perhaps embraces being useful to the GDA? Cecil’s number one intern—only intern—curtesy of nepotism, ha! There is something tickling me about Mark taking the Robin Route/Role for the Teen Team in terms of having no powers, just insane skills, BUT there’s something way more delicious about intern Mark when s1e01 happens and Mark tries snooping around to find out the truth about what happened to his Dad.

I wonder if, with Mark having a whole another father, if they’re more or less distant relationship, depending on WHEN Nolan entered Mark’s life? Like if Debbie met Nolan later for this, or just for fun, they dated once, separated (Mark being born during then), then they happened to stumble into each others lives again and Mark’s already been born, anywhere from tween to teenager so there’s a gap in how close they are. I feel like one important aspect of the whole Family Drama is how close they’re supposed to be, a functional, loving family turned upside down? So I wonder what more distance does. I wonder how Nolan copes when his family is entirely human and he can’t project onto Mark.

I love thinking about these, omg.

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