#neither they are togeter or not

[persephoneflouwers]

he no longer uses the peace ring, he no longer sings songs that are explicitly reported to louis, he no longer uses the blue bandana, he demonstrates that he is really in other places, while louis is on the other side of the continent, he is removing all the elements that were reported to louis precisely to demonstrate that they are no longer together. louis' end of show songs are breakup songs, fift is a breakup album, especially headline, not to mention hsh's loml which is about not loving the person anymore.

It kinda surprises me the amount of disagreement I feel towards this list of events. Genuinely flabbergasted that we listen, see and experience the same situations but perceive them sooooo differently.

It’s definitely interesting, but you lost me at fitf is a breakup album bc my friend, that album tells me literally nothing about their relationship status lmao

[saintslewis]

“𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋” - 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒 & 𝐂𝐋𝟏𝟔

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!reader x charles leclerc

summary: the angel or devil on your shoulders story has been around for centuries, everyone has their own without realising. yours want to help with your…desires after meeting you.

warnings: cussing, outfit descriptions, slight smut (i tried) (18+ MDNI), sorry for the typos!

wc: 3.8k

saint’s team radio: y’all omg. this is a whole kinktober draft and it’s only being released rn? don’t judge 😔🖐🏽. wanna release six other works so let me know if you want those and pls enjoy this 🤭 btw, this is my baby so treat her nice!! thank you wifey @lorarri for this idea, love ya!!

dividers by: @cafekitsune

taglist: @thisismeracing @lorarri @httpsserene @non-stop-imagines @goldenalbon @goldsainz (lemme know if you want to be tagged!)

kinktober with saint!

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Tugging on the stranger's shirt, you whined into his mouth eagerly. His hold on your face was so strong as if he never wanted to let go of you, the two of you only meeting at a club a mere hour before.

His shoes were somehow off as he walked backwards towards the hotel bed, his knees hitting the edge of the bed and his hands eager to find the zipper on your little black dress. Your hands travelling up his shirt, feeling his skin under your soft hands. Yes it was odd that he had yet to put his hands anywhere other than your face, but you wanted him to take the lead. Finally taking a breath as he separated your swollen lips, your lip gloss smudged across his mouth. The stranger let go of your face and dug through his pockets, your hopes high thinking he would pull out protection for the rest of the night but your disappointment became present as he pulled out his phone.

"I have to pull out the playlist babe. You'll love it." The man said, his face all red and he bites his bottom lip as he went through his phone. "Oh shit, i have to make it. Give me a few,  baby."

And just like that, your arousal disappeared within a second. Leaning your weight onto one of your legs, you held onto the dangling purse that never moved from your shoulder. In all honesty, you had felt quite lightheaded with you immediately blaming it on the alcohol you had earlier on. As much as you were tipsy, you were still very alert and aware of your surroundings and your decisions. However, the slight touch you felt on your waist was enough to trip you up a little, you holding your arms out to balance yourself. Furrowing your eyebrows, you quickly looked behind you only to not see anything.

The tug on your mini dress was a bit stronger, a heavy touch landing on your waist as if it were to guide you to stand straight. The sound of your heels hitting the floor quite hard startled the man in front of you, making him look up at you and smirk then continue on his phone. 

The hair at the back of your neck now stood up, a smell similar to cologne wafting through the air and you knew for sure that it was neither you or him that smelled like this. As if all the liquor in your body disappeared, you took a deep breath and walked towards the man in front of you only to feel the back of your dress being pulled backwards.

"Come home." The soft yet deep voice whispered right into your ear, an accent present.

That was all it took for you to whip your body towards the hotel door, so ready to get out of there until you heard another voice in the other ear. "At least say goodbye, Y/n."  This time, the voice had a twinge of rasp in it with a more pronounced accent to it.

Your gasp was far too loud for him to not hear you. The air became quite still as you felt like people were standing next to you. "Are you okay? You've been looking a little crazy over there." The man who's name you've yet to know, laughed as if he was at a comedy show.

Staring daggers into his head, you chose to keep yourself calm then answer him. "I've just got a bit of a headache so I'm gonna go." You pursed your lips together, pointing at the door with your thumb. "What? We were having so much fun, baby." He audibly whined, stomping his foot a little.

Rolling your eyes so far, you turned around to leave the room, barely muttering your goodbyes to the confused man. Walking down the hallway, you ordered your uber and headed for the elevator with your thoughts running rampage at the ghostly feeling of the large hands on your waist.

Entering the metal box, you faced the mirror and played with your messy wig a bit just shaping it up. Looking down at your heels for a split second, you lifted your head once again only to see two men in there with you. The scream you let out was haunting but the men couldn't be more relaxed, rather smiling at your fear.

"Did you even like that guy, mon cheri?" The one on your left side asked with his arms crossed, your eyes making contact in the mirror. Your breathing became much faster and the goosebumps began rising on your exposed arms. "Tell the truth, love." The one on your right spoke up, his tatted arm flexed a little as he put his hand in his pocket. All you could do was shake your head, you didn't have the courage to respond verbally because you were slightly intimidated by their stares.

The lights from the elevator flickered a little as they stood up straight, showing their height to you. "We missed you while you were gone." The tatted one leaned his arm on your shoulder, smiling at you whilst chewing his gum and his sunglasses were so dark that you couldn't see through them.

"I still can't believe you were about to fuck that guy, not to mention we had to eat human food while watching you." The one wearing an oversized hoodie and jeans said in disgust, even rolling his eyes as he leaned onto the elevator railing.

"Be nice." Leaning on your shoulder just a bit more, his smile dropped as he turned his head to look at his counterpart with a warning tone in his voice.

"Huma- who are you guys and how long is this fucking ride going to take?" You pushed his arm off you, backing up whilst looking in between the two men. "Don't worry about that, mi belle. We'll see you at home." The green eyed man finally smiled at you and pointed for you to look at the other man.

"Turn around and be calm when you walk out there." You could tell that he was staring at you through his sunglasses, patting your waist and you listened. The moment you faced the large metal doors, the two were no longer there and you looked back and forth between the door and the mirror but you were the only one standing there.

"Okay girl, no more sativa milkshakes for you." You huffed a breath out as the doors opened to a large group of men clad in suits, talking about business related things as they entered. As you walked out, you pulled your tube dress lower but felt all types of eyes on you, one man even having the audacity to grab your wrist. Looking back at the old man in disgust to shrug your hand away, you spotted the green eyed man once again standing in the back of the elevator. All he did was wink at you as you managed to unhand yourself and walk out of the elevator and watched as the door closed.

Hurrying your way through the lobby, you heard loud screams from within the elevator, startling everyone in the lobby. Those screams were horrifying, sounds of hands banging on the doors as the elevator slowly lifted, the noises fading away as everyone stared at each other in horror.

Moments later, you finally settling in the uber and sitting quietly as the car zoomed through the city, the air conditioning cooling your burning skin. Your body felt tired from everything you just experienced, your energy drained from the incredibly long night you had.

The next morning, you woke up to a glass of water and a pill on your bedside. Thinking it was your insight into the next day, you silently thanked yourself for putting it there for yourself. Sitting on your couch whilst eating grapes, you turned on your tv with the news channel blaring out the latest breaking stories.

"One dead, several injured in elevator incident at Radisson Hotel. Some may find the following description unnerving so please be warned. Here we have one of the victims with us with a broken arm. Mr Osbourne." The news anchor announced and chills ran down your spine as your eyes were glued to the screen.

"It was insane! It was as if the devil himself was in that elevator with us! It was just me and the guys coming from a business meeting and when we got in, there was no one in there besides us but the minute the door closed, this Venom looking demon just showed up and just ripped Jason to threads! It said something in French then scratched a few of us before it left!" The distressed and traumatised man said into the mic, close to tears.

"C'est ce qu'il obtient en touchant notre fille." A familiar voice said from your kitchen, the same green eyed man from yesterday night smiled at the tv. "What the fuck!" You screeched as you threw your grapes to the side, startled by him once again.

"He said that's what he gets for touching you, sweetie." Your head snapped to your right, seeing the tatted guy as well with his arm stretched behind your head. "Also Charles, can we not scare her so much? I feel bad as it is." He said with his ring clad hand sitting pretty on his lap, his toned leg relaxed as if he's been here millions of times.

"What the fuck are you guys doing here? And how'd you spawn here like some fucking vampires?" You yelled, beginning to pace around your living room. The two just stared at you in amusement, their heads tilted with their eyes a bit low.

"Oh, wait till you meet Carlos and Lando. Their fangs are insane." Charles joked as the one who's name you've yet to learn just softly smiled. "Okay okay, to put you out of your misery, I'm Lewis and this is Charles. We're your angel and devil that help make your decisions." Lewis said.

Looking at the two men in horror, you shook your head a bit. "Am i still high? What the fuck is going on?" You muttered to yourself, holding your head in your hands. You couldn't bare to look at them, your brain had to be playing tricks on you.

"Okay, think about this. Remember that one bag you really wanted but you knew you wanted to save that money for something else?" Charles spoke, standing up to hold your shoulders in his large hands, stopping your pacing.

"My Diesel bag?" You asked and Lewis nodded. "That was all Charles. I tried to convince you to not do it but then I saw how excited you were about it so I let him take over." He smiled, his sunglasses off and his chocolate eyes glancing at you.

"...What?" Your shoulders dropped in defeat. "How am  I supposed to believe you guys? What if you actually just walked into my home and decided to play tricks on me?" You inquired, not wanting to look into both of their eyes.

"Whenever you decide to make a decision about anything, we're there. You're hungry, what do you wanna have?" Charles tilted your head toward his with his fingers, making you look into his emerald green eyes. "I don't know, maybe pizza but I've got some stuff in the fridge so I can have those." You mumbled. Ultimately deciding to just go into the fridge, Lewis was suddenly in front of you with the cutest little smile on his smile. Looking at the couch, Charles was sitting there watching you take quiet steps towards the kitchen.

Not wanting to take your eyes off of them, you manoeuvred through the kitchen to take out a frying pan. "What if I want to impulsively book a flight to New York?" and without a blink, Charles was next to you, leaning his arm against the kitchen counter with a little smirk. "Do you want to get a tattoo before you go? Maybe that belly piercing you were thinking of." He was so smug with his questions, making sure to keep eye contact with you to completely listen to him.

Feeling a presence next to you also leaning against the kitchen counter with his back, Lewis wasn't smiling as much and rather gave you a 'don't even think about it' look. "Or would you rather save up that money for buying yourself something nice?" The tattooed man tilted his head a bit with a similar smirk as Charles and you weren't going to lie and say that your knees didn't become weak under their stares.

"Something..nice..later on." You were truly lost for words. Things like this only ever existed in books or movies and usually it was never two alluring men staring you down as you said your final decision out loud. "Ah, mon cheri. I was hoping you'd choose my fun idea." Charles sounded disappointed but judging by his face, he was far from it.

There was nothing around you to ground yourself back down to earth so you chose to grip onto your pajama shorts, still stunned by the eye contact they managed to keep with you. "I can see you're still shocked at us being here so we'll come back soon. Is that okay with you, angel?" Lewis stood up straight, not moving his spot.

The nickname had your head spinning, here you were already struggling to figure out how you were going to sort out the ache in your lower regions and the nickname had set everything off but of course, you weren't going to ask for such help after you just met them.

"She's too cute, can't even answer your question. We'll be here but not in human form so anytime you want to see us, we'll be right there. Bye, mon ange." And the kiss that Charles left on your cheek felt like a fairy's kiss, so soft. All Lewis did was giving you a side hug, making sure you felt his hand on your waist. With that, they disappeared into thin air.

With Friday evening rolling in, it was safe to say you missed your boys. God, you thought it was crazy to even refer to them as that but you truly wanted to believe that they were there just for you. It also didn't help that your hormones were spiralling out of control throughout the week. The slightest hint of their colognes would waft through the air and you knew that they were there with you, like they said.

You couldn't tell your friends about this, knowing damn well that they would think you're making this up or that you're too caught up in your current read. The two men really captured you, thinking about them so intimately in your free time, remembering everything about their appearances for you to put them in your little daydreams and even going to sleep thinking of them.

Even the thought of them at the moment is making you clench your legs together, the all familiar ache between your thighs showing up once again. Determined to not think of the two entities tonight, you patted your eyelashes upwards and stood up to go take a look at your outfit in the mirror.

Quite similar to the dress you wore on your previous night out, you pulled it down a little and admired your outfit. The jewellery fitting so well with the newest edition being the anklet you bought earlier in the week.

"You look so pretty, mon ange." A voice said behind you, Charles manspreading on your bed with a slight tilt to his head, eyes looking at you through his glasses. He made your breath hitch and you couldn't believe that he was actually there.

"O-oh uh thank you, Charles." Once again, you didn't know what to do with your hands. Wiping your hands on your dress, you couldn't even look at his face but you just knew that once you did, you wouldn't look back.

He continued to smile at you, observing your every move, blinking ever so slowly. "You think we haven't heard how you've been calling for us every night?" Feeling hands on your waist, you turned around to see Lewis staring down at you with a glint in his eyes.

Your legs crossed each other in that moment, the arousal beginning to feel much stronger the more you looked at the both of them. Both of their voices lower than usual and that made you slightly nervous, this exact moment was the one you would daydream about. "You were there?" You asked, wanting desperately to hide your face away from their intense eyes.

The look Lewis gave you said everything you needed to know, his hand gliding to your lower back. Your breathing became lighter as he brought his hand to your chin, tilting your head upwards. You were slowly losing your mind as he continued to look into your eyes, an intense feeling radiating off of him.

“And to think that you were going to find yourself a random stranger to satisfy you when we’re the ones on your mind.” Charles tsked, still sitting and watching the scene in front of him.

As if he was right next to your ear, you heard every word he said and shuddered a bit, the energy shifted entirely. “Look how beautiful she is, Charles. Maybe we should just let her go to the club.” Lewis said with a smirk on his face, one you wish you could wipe off. He slowly let go of your face and body, feeling the warmth of his hands fade away as he went to sit next to Charles, manspreading as well.

“You’re right, Lewis. She got all ready for it and she has to go meet other people who’ll try to hear those sweet sounds.” Charles teased, not moving from his position. The two entities shared a look then right back at you.

You could only shake your head, the arousal pooling in your underwear and the heat at your core was calling for one of them to do something, anything. They watched you as if you were prey and their little smirks became more and more annoying as the seconds passed by. “Aw sweetie, you can’t even stand still. You have to tell us what you want if you want us to help.” Lewis now tilted his head and looked you up and down as he watched you try your best to stand still with crossed legs.

Hands touched your waist, pushing you forward towards the angel’s open legs. “Mon amour, your mind is not clear. If you want us, just say so. You know we’re all yours.” Charles said, moving your hair away from your neck to plant his lips on there, immediately groaning as your sweet perfume invaded his nose.

Lewis looked up at you as you stood before him, the smirk still present. He sat up and placed his hand on your leg, gently stroking your soft skin as your eyes were glued to his. You wanted him to stand up but the words couldn’t come out of your mouth however he stood up, listening to your instructions.

You reached your manicured hand up Lewis’ broad chest, feeling the soft fabric of his top only to reach the plethora of chains and pearls on his tattooed neck. Hooking your pointer finger onto his jewellery, you pulled him down to connect your lips together.

The kiss felt magical, your lips moulding together as you felt his smile whilst his teeth bit down on your lower lip before letting go, your lip gloss barely transferring onto his face. Feeling a hand on your neck guiding your head to rest your head on their shoulder, Charles looked at you and simply pecked your lips, the look in his eyes very telling as your back touched his front.

You slightly whimpered, not wanting to make a sound to ruin the moment. “I need to hear you, princess. Make all the noise you want.” Lewis muttered as he took to the floor and kneeled in front of you, the scene making you audibly moan. Slowly undressing you from your shoes to the stockings, the angel reached for your leg to place it on his shoulder but you stopped him before he could.

“What’s wrong, mom ange? You want to stop?” Charles asked, worry laced in his voice as he halted his kissing on your neck. “No, I just wanna…sit on your face.” You whispered, hoping that Lewis heard you clearly.

“Say it louder, darling.” He said, still on his knees as the sultry gaze made you even more wet. You quietly whined, not wanting to repeat the words. “Oh? Ma Cherie, you don’t want to speak?” Charles’ hand moved to grab your ass, making you whimper once again. Lewis did not once break eye contact with you, his large hand going up and down your thigh as he got closer and closer to your core. “I wanna sit on your face.” You said a little louder with a little roll of the eyes.

Standing up then laying on his back, Lewis spoke as he watched Charles guide you onto his lap with you crawling your way to his face, only reaching to his abdomen with both legs on either side.

Lewis planted his hands onto your thighs, bringing you even closer to his face, your dripping core eventually right above his mouth as he admired your pussy. “We’ll sort out that attitude but for now, let me make our princess happy.” He said, pushing you by your hips to fully sit on his mouth with his tongue lapping your folds.

“Mon amour, keep your eyes on me.” Charles said, standing in front of you as he watched you crumble as your moans struggled to come out. The devil leaned forward to unzip your top, your breasts falling freely and he immediately placed his mouth on your left nipple, kissing it with such care.

Your moans became louder as both men satisfied you until the sun rose, never leaving your side as you reached your orgasms at least 10 times leaving your body exhausted yet utterly pleasured. Experiencing heaven and hell with them was to become the norm for you.

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[shitsndgiggs]

Hi. Kenan and YN are in an arranged marriage. They don't love each other but are responsible and caring as partners. A drunken night of passion between Kenan and YN results in YN getting pregnant with his child. YN is scared to tell him because she thinks that he'll leave her but he finds her medical report later that week. He feels betrayed because she didn't trust him to tell him. Angst with a happy ending. Thank you.

FINDING US - KENAN YILDIZ

You find out that you’re pregnant and is to scared to tell Kenan

Kenan Yildiz x fem! reader

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From the outside, our marriage looked perfect—a picture of tradition and respect.

Kenan and I were married in a traditional ceremony arranged by our families. We barely knew each other, but we accepted our roles with grace and respect.

We settled into a routine, treating each other with kindness and care, but love was something we hadn’t found.

Our lives were like two parallel lines, close but never quite touching.

One night, Kenan threw a party to celebrate a successful win. The house was alive with laughter, music, and clinking glasses.

As the night wore on, the lines between us blurred under the influence of too much champagne.

We found ourselves alone, the air thick with unspoken desires. In a haze of intoxication and unanticipated attraction, we ended up in each other's arms, the distance between us melting away.

The next morning, Kenan was already gone when I woke up, leaving me to piece together the fragments of the night.

Weeks passed, and I began to feel different. A visit to the doctor confirmed my suspicions—I was pregnant.

Fear gripped me. How would Kenan react? Would he feel trapped? Angry? I couldn’t bring myself to tell him.

So, I kept the secret, hoping for the right moment that never seemed to come.

Every day, the weight of the secret grew heavier. I avoided Kenan, afraid he might sense the change.

But he was patient, kind even, in his quiet way. Our routine carried on, but there was a tension that neither of us acknowledged.

One evening, as Kenan was working late, I left my medical report on the kitchen counter, intending to hide it later.

But exhaustion overtook me, and I forgot. Kenan came home earlier than expected that night.

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Kenan walked into the kitchen, intending to grab a quick snack before bed. His eyes fell on the papers on the counter.

Curiosity piqued, he picked them up and started reading. It didn’t take long for him to realize what they were.

The words "positive" and "pregnancy" jumped out at him, and a mixture of emotions washed over his face—confusion, hurt, and a deep sense of betrayal.

Why hadn’t she told him? Did she think so little of him? The questions swirled in his mind, and anger began to rise. He needed answers.

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I was sitting in bed, reading a book, when Kenan stormed in, clutching the papers. "Y/N, what is this?" he demanded, holding up the medical report.

My heart sank. I had hoped to tell him in my own time, in my own way, but that chance was gone. I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. "Kenan, I—"

"Why didn’t you tell me?" he interrupted, his voice shaking with anger and hurt. "Did you think I would just leave you? That I wouldn’t want to be a part of this?"

Tears welled up in my eyes. "I was scared, Kenan. Scared of how you would react. Scared that you would feel trapped."

He took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions. "You didn’t trust me enough to tell me something this important. Do you know how that makes me feel?"

"I’m sorry," I whispered, tears streaming down my face. "I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just didn’t know how to tell you."

Kenan’s expression softened slightly, but the hurt was still evident. "We’re partners, Y/N. We might not have chosen this marriage, but we chose to make it work. You should have trusted me."

"I know," I said, my voice breaking. "I know, and I’m sorry. I was just so afraid."

He closed the distance between us, taking my hands in his. "We’re in this together. I won’t leave you, and I won’t leave our child. We’ll figure this out."

The days that followed were a mixture of awkwardness and tentative steps towards rebuilding our trust.

Kenan was more attentive, always asking how I was feeling and if I needed anything. He made a conscious effort to be more present, more involved.

One night, as we lay in bed, Kenan placed his hand on my growing belly. "I still can’t believe it," he said softly. "We’re going to be parents."

"Me neither," I replied, a small smile playing on my lips.

He looked into my eyes, his gaze filled with determination. "We’re going to make this work, Y/N. For us and for our child."

Tears of relief and happiness filled my eyes. "I believe you."

As the months passed, our relationship began to change. The baby became a bridge between us, a reason to try harder, to care more deeply.

Kenan’s anger and hurt gradually faded, replaced by a fierce protectiveness and love for the life growing inside me.

The night our baby was born, Kenan was by my side, holding my hand and whispering words of encouragement.

When our daughter finally arrived, he looked at her with such awe and tenderness that it took my breath away.

"She’s perfect," he whispered, tears in his eyes.

"Yes, she is," I agreed, my heart swelling with love for both of them.

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Haven

I am back with my BS AGAIN :D @spotaus You know the drill friend come over :D I can not be stopped. I have grown too powerful!! (just played dnd. Checked the chapter to upload tomorrow for my main au and i wrote a bit on a new story. I AM POWERFUL!) <- says the woman who will probably crash in under an hour lmao.

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We got no beta and no editing as we just go! maybe that is why these drabbles for going so well. me just kinda going and not worrying too much about the in between bits or mistakes or grammar. I just write and say that is done.. huh... writing lesson i guess. ANYWAY! back to the family :3

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Cross hums as he finishes cutting another wood board in the right size. He puts it with the others on the pile before checking the list he made before hand.

Cross nods as he looks towards the house "Got them all ready for the downstairs!" Cross grins as he takes a moment to just look at the house. Their house!

When Horror had returned with the news their new acquaintances had secured them a house they had all been sceptic at best, Dust had been downright suspicious.

But it was the truth! aparently they had managed to build up a good enough reputation that they had been trying to figure out a solution. An empty and abandoned farm and ground? That was too small for most to do anything with? hidden mostly by a forest?

Perfect for them!

They had gone to check it out and it is amazing! It is secure and easily to defend! Sure it is an old building but Cross and Horror can fix up the house easily enough! Dust had handed Nightmare over to Killer and had started looking around the house to inspect it.

long story short? He thinks he can fix most things.

With a hopeful plan they spend the inspection day also cleaning. That had been yesterday.

today? They took most of the old construction wood Crop and Straw had stored away and they got to work. Dust is cleaning and fixing what he can while Horror and Cross himself did contruction work.

Killer is on Nightmare watching duty. Mostly because Killer doesn't have nay skills in construction. Neither of them mind as they had been exploring their new area and territory together. Hoenstly it was adorable to see Killer walk by with Nightmare on his shoulders.

Horror walks out of the house as he takes the planks "Thanks. Walls?"

Cross grins proudly "All of them. Including the walls and the new banisters for the roof."

Horror blinks before grinning "great. thanks Oreo." nad he chuckles as Cross sputters.

May be because horror isn't wearing a shirt. Which kinda makes sense! Becuase horror is pulling a lot of old wood away and rebuilding stuff. the chances of him ripping his few good shirts is rather high. Still Cross is trying very hard to just focus on his face and skull. it is fine! No one notices!

Cross turns back to the pile he still has. it has been reduced quickly which sucks. He looks through it with a frown.

Crop stops by him with a knowing smile "Hey Cross!" he grins wider "Getting heated?"

Cross glares at him "Well the late autumn sun is rather warm!" and he goes back to shifting through his pile.

Crop nods "It is it is..." then the grin falls and he frowns "You guys already that low?"

Cross shifts through it more "Yeah but it is okay! I can probably use this to make the cabinets for the kitchen still..." still they will need to get more materials for everything else.

Crop frowns and must have made the same conclusion "Hopefully Straw gets back soon with more stuff."

Cross rubs his neck "You guys really didn't need to help this much... we already own you big time..."

Crop shrugs "That is how a community works Cross. We all help each other. We will eventually pay it back with helping them back." he smiles "We are only a tiny town and only have ourselves to count on. You heard how the deal with the repair service from the big city went. People are quick to think off us as dumb or naive. We gotta stuck together."

Cross shoots him a grin "We will try to ffigure something out... eventually." he groans "we don't even know what type of farm to make yet!"

Crop shrugs "You guys will have to test some stuff. See what works for you and your land..." he grins again "I don't think a diary farm fits you guys though."

Cross glares at him "Not funny. I swear Betty knew she freaked me uot."

Crop nods "Oh absolutely! Cows are really smart."

Just makes them more terrifying in Cross's opinion and he has no doubt that thought is clear on his face.

Crop laughs but a honk of a car pulls them out of their conversation. and. That is a giant truck. much bigger than Straw and Crop's truck.

Crop blinks "Dani and Ellie?" he raises to his feet and waves.

The truck stops and Ellie leans out "Hello! Your lovely neighborhood lesbians have brought you." she puts ahand under her chin and wiggles her eye brows "the wood."

Dani chuckles as she jumps out "Straw told everyone around town. Most people are grabbing their stuff but this was all stuff we were planning on giving to the community anyway." she shrugs "tree farmers after all."

Ellie grins as she waves them over "Come! lets see what you need! We have all types of trunks with us. They will still need some work and treatment but Dani is amazing with her magic!"

Dani grins as she gives a thumbs up "figure out how to treat wood with magic instead of the slow treatment. Most still want the traditional work but i figured you guys would be okay with this help."

Cross is unsure how to react. People don't just help them. People hate them and what they do. Tehy hadn't expected this much help and it is overwhelming "I... I... I don't know how to... We don't have money?" he is lost.

Dani shrugs again as Ellie smiles "Hey. We have been where you guys have been... well not exactly but people werent'exactly welcoming of us either... as soon as we graduated we grbabed my old car and just left. we foudn thsi place and people were nice enough to take a chance on us." she grins "We now pay that forwards. We are doing this!" she grins and winks "Will just have to invite us over for a prime tour of the farm once you guys are all done!"

Dani nods as she starts untying the many trunks "What Ellie said. the Danielle's are at your service. Now what do you need?"

Cross is still lost when Horror joins them curiously. no doubt hearing all the noise. He pauses as he takes in the sight before tilting his skull "What?"

Cross just kidna waves at the two "We... euh.. got help? And thinks? Do you know what we need?" his mind is in shambles at the moment.

Hroror sees it and smiles as he walks past. patting his shoulder before going over to the dog and bunny and having a short conversation. Horror hears their whole speech and smiles. he thanks them and explains what they need for what. The two woman listen closely before nodding and starting to organise the brought materials with practised ease.

Horror joins his side again and grabs Cross's lists. He takes a pencil and writes some tree names by a few of the items before handing them back "They will help prepare the materials. They are nice." and he disappears back inside.

Welp!! If Horror says that that means they are nice and most likely trustworthy! They get over to him and Cross explains the system he had and what they had calculated to need for each area. The two monsters nod and ask if they should start on the porch while cross continues preparing stuff for horror. Which Cross thanks them and agrees wiht.

They are hard at work when Killer nad Nightmare return. Killer laughs "Criss Cross! you are not going to believe this! The like east area just has a tiny field at the edge of the forest and part of that forest is still in our little area! better yet that means some of the forest animals are like right there!" then he notices the guests and grows quiet "oh... hello." His hold on Nightmare's leg tightens.

Ngihtmare tilts his tiny skull at the two monsters "Dani and Ellie... right?"

Ellie coos as Dani grins "Good memory. I can't imagine remembering all the new faces you meet only once is easy." and she finishes her spell on a piece of wood which Ellie pulls over to cut.

Nightmare shrugs as he hugs Killer's skull "good memory..."

KIller nods as he glances at Cross "Sooooo... Hello Lovely ladies!" he grins "What brings you here?"

Dani raises a piece of wood "Neighborhoodly friendliness." and she continues with her task.

Killer stares at him and Cross grins "They brough over some wood" he ignores the eye brow wigglign "after they heard from STraw that we are getting the house fixed up. aparently it is a community thing that everyone helps everyone." he shrugs at the doubting look "Don't look at me. it is new for me too. Horror said it is fine though."

Killer blinks "I mean... if Horror said it is fine..." he looks at Nightmare "What do you think tiny boss?"

Nightamre shrugs and hugs his skull.

Killer nods "notion accepted. Got it." he grins at them "We are going to look at some of the other stuff Straw and Crop brought along. See what is in there."

Cross nods "Good idea!" and he watches Killer walk off with Nightmare.

Dani chuckles and looks over "Not good at construction?"

Cross groans loudly "Killer is good at a lot of things... not construction." he shrugs "It is fine. We don't want Nightmare near this stuff anyway." he is too small to lift everything and could too easily get hurt. it doesn't matter he is technically a god he is not going to have to work. They don't agree with child labor.

Dani nods "I get that. best to have a child safe corner for them to sit in." she turns back to the next trunk and gets to work as Ellie cuts pieces.

They work for a long time and the sun is well past midday when more people come by. They deliver some older looking furniture and more tools and items for them to use.

Most don't stay for long aside from dropping things off or asking if they needed anything specific. Some brought over some premade food for them and other snacks because aparently 'breaks are important!'.

Crop and Straw, when he returned, work on clearing the road betweent eh main road and the farm and getting some clear markers on where to go.

Dani and Ellie leave later in the afternoon and by the end of the day their group of skeletons looks back at their progress. They aren't done yet but it starts to look more like a house than an actual falling apart piece of junk.

Dust is covered in ashes and when they look at him he just says 'fireplace' which probably means he found a challenge of somekind. Then again Cross thinks he spotted Dust on the roof once or twice but each time he had looked back to check he hadn't been there.

They are packing up when Killer and Nightmare return. Killer looking very proud and Ngihtmare looking a bit more nervous as he fidgets.

Horror and him share alook as Horror looks at them, now once again fully dressed "yes?"

Killer grins "Remember how we were told most farms have a name?"

Cross give shim a look "We are aware. we also agreed we would take time to think about it."

Killer grins "True. But! Nightmare thought of one and I figured it was perfect and fine!" Ngihtmare shoots him a glare and crosses his tiny arms.

Dust tils his skull "fact. Waht is the name?"

Cross wants to disagree but also if nightamre wants to clal it something specific he is fine with it. Nightmare never complains about them deciding stuff so why would they complain about this.

Nightmare mutters something but when he sees everyone looking and waiting he speaks louder "It was just an idea... Killer got excited..." still staring and he rubs his arm looking embarresed "It is silly... I thought... I figured Haven would fit. Haven Farm."

Cross stares at Nightmare and feels a bit of tears try to form as the meaning sinks in and what it implies and means. He can't stop it as he picks nightmar eup and hugs him close. Purring much too loud as he speaks "I agree it is perfect!" their home. their safe place. their hide out. their haven.

Killer grins wider and nods "Which i agreed with. So!" he pulls out a board from behind his back.

It is a name plate. It spells Haven but the letters are a bit croaked and nailed to the backboard. it are all different sizes and different colours nad Cross fucking loves it!

Killer grins "We made it together." he rolls his eye lights "don't worry i did the cutting and nailed it all together. Ngihtmare was my supervisor."

Dust looks appeased as he nods "Seems good."

Horror nods as he takes the plate and puts it by the door, too hang later "Will need a bigger one for the gate at the enterance."

Cross grins as he feels ngihtamre relax at the approval and start to purr himself. Cros sjust nuzzles the babybones.

They still have a lot of work ahead of them but that is fine. It will be all so very much worth it once it is done and they have their house to finally just be them.

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[alldoll3dup]

OMG IVE HAD THIS IDEA FOR SO LONG

so anyways, its a velvet x fem!reader, its like the one where they proposed to each other without even knowing. like where velvet planned to propose to fem!reader, not knowing that reader would do the same? I DONT KNOW HOW TO DESCRIBE IT ANYMORE IM SORRY IF IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE!!

▐ Hello! Of course I can it will be fun to write this lol 💪

���୧﹒★﹒Velvet x FEM!Reader - one-shot ᰍ﹒∿

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - You and Velvet were best friends, but you both wanted more than a friendship

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 - Trolls

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - Fluff

- Velvet was thoughtful, she didn't want to propose because she thinks it's stupid to talk about her feelings, but if she didn't propose you would never be her girlfriend (and Velvet didn't want that)

- You were also thoughtful, you didn't want to propose because you thought Velvet would humiliate you, Velvet never showed that she liked you in any romantic way

- You and Velvet decided to confess to each other, but neither of you knew it

- Velvet called you to a park without Veneer and of course you accepted you were already thinking in a million ways to declare your love to Velvet

- And Velvet panicking asking her brother for a million tips on how she should act or what she should do

- You two spent hours getting ready, you used the perfume that Velvet praised once and Velvet wore a hairstyle that you said looked beautiful on her

- When the time came you found Velvet waiting for you there and linked her arm with yours she automatically turned to you blushing

"Hey, Y/N, uh, would you like to go on the ferris wheel with me?"

"Of course Vel, I would love it" - you said shyly scratching your head

- However, this peace was short-lived, soon Velvet was surrounded by people asking for photos and autographs and after a long time you finally arrived at the Ferris wheel

"I hate when these people disturb me at important moments" - she said rolling her eyes, entering the cabin with you

- The ferris wheel started to move and when it were at the top you both looked at each other and at the same time said

"Can I tell you something?"

- Immediately they both got nervous, Velvet thinking that you already knew and would dump her and you thought the same thing

"I like you ok? Even if you reject me" - you said quickly, looking away from Velvet, almost crying then she gently holds your face to make you look at her

"You ruined the surprise silly, at least the best part is for me, do you want to be my girlfriend?" - you let out a relieved sigh and respond with a kiss to her

"I think that counts as a yes" - for the first time you met that affectionate side of Velvet and you felt so special, your night was wonderful

- The other day there would be thousands of photos of you two togeter taken by papparazis

▐ I hope y'all enjoyed! I thought it was cute and I literally freaked out inside

▐ Sorry if there are any grammatical errors love you guys ♡

[dragon-creates]

Darlin' Don't You Weep (There's A Place For Me)

After going through hell and back, Jax and Pomni decided that they want to live their lives to the fullest. Despite the challenges that come their ways.

Inspired by @rottentricks murder mystery au and @theboywithburninghands fics based on that au.

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Please look at the tags as this fic does have discussions of infertility and miscarriage. If this fic isn't for you then feel free to skip.

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Neither Jax or Pomni never really expected they would ever be in this moment. Both of them had gone through hell, from the many murders they spread through Autumnvale, to Jax being framed, the shootout at the diner and Pomni being held hostage by Deputy Hunt. 

It had been too much, yet so eye opening. Both of them had seen the end of the barrel of the gun called life, and how it could be snatched from them at any moment. So they didn’t want to waste a second of it being alone. So, one day, Jax had gotten down on one knee with a ring had given him, tears of happiness streaming down both his and Pomni’s faces when the latter said yes.

They eloped a month later, a small ceremony in the community church with their respective parents, Zooble, Gangle and Ragatha. The ragdoll has offered to watch over the butcher shop while the two went out of town for their honeymoon, giving the two a much needed break and focus being in love. 

When they arrived home two weeks later, they had discussed something that both of them truly wanted in the future they would share together. A child. Pomni had always seen herself being a mother while focusing on her art career, and Jax longed for the idea to hear the tiny pitter patter of feet around the house. Both of them knew it would be some time before Pomni could become pregnant, with how hard it could be to procreate and needing to move into a bigger house for more room. Not to mention the backlash from some of the townspeople with an unjustified hatred towards Jax, or doctors saying how hard it would be to conceive a baby with Jax being a half breed and Pomni being human. But it was a dream both of them shared. 

So, while moving into a new farmhouse (a two story with many bedrooms and a large vintage kitchen) did they try for a baby, and what a challenge it was. Pomni couldn’t count the number of weeks each time she laid a pregnancy test on the bathroom sink, praying for a little pink plus sign to appear, only for nothing to show. There were many trips to the clinic, trying new medication in the hopes that a baby would somehow be possible, but every time the result was the same - disappointment. 

Jax had held a crying Pomni in his arms many nights, soothing her and reminding her that none of this was her fault. She put too much unfair stress on herself, thinking there was something wrong with her. It couldn’t be further from the truth. 

They thought there would be a glimmer of hope when a pregnancy test finally came back positive, the rush of joy they felt when seeing that little pink plus sign. The visions of a cream coloured nursery and a little mobile hanging above a crib. 

But about a month into the pregnancy, Pomni woke up in the middle of the night to find herself bleeding…

The brunette had been numb, silent tears running down her cheeks for days, struggling to get out of bed and eat. Jax wanted nothing more than to become a shield for her, to fight off all the burdens on her shoulder. The miscarriage had affected them both deeply, but he felt that he had failed her and their unborn child.

The weeks that followed were hard, both of them trying to return to normal life. Their families had stopped by to offer their comforts, while their friends came by to give their support and condolences. Ragatha had even baked a pie for them and had even stayed most nights to help the couple.

Slowly, they began to heal. Jax had tried new recipes with his meat and Pomni had returned to her art, hoping to put it in Autumnvale’s art gallery. It was hard, but being together made it easier. 

They had soon returned to a quiet normalcy, living peacefully to continue healing. That was when hope, yet fear, struck again. Pomni awoke one morning feeling nauseous, throwing up in the joint bathroom in their bedroom and feeling quite fatigued. She thought it was the flu from winter arriving, but a little voice in the back of her head told her otherwise. 

There was one more pregnancy test in the bathroom cupboard, but she didn’t touch it for days. Too afraid for another fearful incident. But soon, she found the strength to take it. 

It was positive.

Jax had been there the whole time, rubbing her shoulder and hugging her as she cried with relief and fear. He was scared too, but all they could do now was wait for the outcome. Good or bad, they would do it together.

Eight months later, a healthy baby girl was born. A little white bunny with blue eyes and a tiny pink nose. Pomni hiccuped a sob when her daughter was placed on her chest for the first time, crying her lungs out. The biggest sign that she was here and alive . Jax sniffed back a few tears when he held her in her pink blanket, she was barely the size of his paw, so incredibly tiny.  

They had named her Yuki.

Now, one month later, they were here. Rabbit babies could learn more skills within the early months of their life. Yuki had shocked them both when they found her pulling herself out of the crib for the first time, thankful that they had made the decision to keep it in their room while still so young. She also had begun to teeth a bit early, due to the wolf genes she inherited from her father. While her sharp teeth wouldn’t show up until she was weaned off breastfeeding, it didn’t stop her from chomping her gums on anything she could find. Her favorite teething object being her father’s ears. 

It was another morning of the same routine since her birth, Yuki had woken up with the sun barely rising over the farmhouse and she was already brimming with energy. She sat up, looking through the bars of her crib to find her mama. Jax had converted their bed into a nest, mattress, blankets and pillows formed into a fort like how Kinger used to do when he was a child. He had also placed a few cushions around Yuki’s crib in case she would jump out again. Her papa was there, but no sign of her mama.

She grunted, jumping up onto the edge of her crib and pulling herself over the bars until she plopped onto a pillow on the ground. She hopped over to her papa, headbutting his arm to try and get him up. She knew where her mama was, and her papa was hiding her. She pulled herself up onto his arm, headbutting his head this time. Still no response, as though it were barely a tap. Yuki grunted, reaching up and grabbing Jax’s ear with her gums and began to pull, like a puppy playing tug of war. 

Jax hummed, opening one eye to see his daughter pulling his ear, he barely moved an inch. “I know you’re not hungry bub,” Jax smirked. “Let your mama sleep, it’s barely morning.”

But the kit didn’t relent, pulling even harder. Eventually, Yuki had pulled so hard that she tumbled backwards, letting go of his ear. She yelped, pulling herself back onto her feet and ran headfirst towards Jax and headbutted him again. Jax chuckled, lifting his arm and bringing Yuki close, snuggling her tiny body against his massive her. 

The kit yipped and grunted, trying to escape. She wanted her mama! Not her stinky papa! But Jax’s hand was too strong for her.

Jax sighed, resting his head against the pillows again until he felt a rustling from underneath him. “Is she up?” a feminine asked underneath his chest?

“Yeah, but she ain’t hungry so you don’t gotta rush getting up,” Jax said.

After a bit of rustling, Pomni's face emerged from Jax’s chest, wiggling her arms out as well. When Yuki started hopping out the crib in the mornings, Jax had insisted this be their sleeping position, that way he could handle Yuki from disturbing Pomni’s sleep. “It’s okay, you can get some more sleep, it’s still pretty early,” Jax smiled down at his wife.

“It’s okay,” Pomni rested on her back, holding out her arms to her daughter. “I wanna see her.”

Jax let the kit go, Yuki immediately bounding towards her mother. Pomni scooped her daughter up, letting her nuzzle into her neck as Pomni stroked her ears. Soon, she could hear soft little snores as the baby went limp in her arms.

“All that just for some cuddles,” Jax chuckled. “Kid is gonna have one heck of a right hook one day.”

“Just like her papa,” Pomni lifted a hand to cup Jax’s cheek. “Thank you.”

Jax tilted his head in confusion, “For what?”

“For giving me all of this,” Pomni told him.

Jax’s eyes softened, pressing his lips onto his wife’s gently. “I love you,” Jax whispered.

“I love you too,” Pomni replied, her eyes fluttering shut once again. 

Jax looked at his wife and daughter underneath him, how did he ever get this lucky? He brought his arms around the two, engulfing them in a hug as he joined them in slumber. Letting peace wash over them.

[shiorihyuga]

The Devil's Bride

Aurora Jaeger, Eren's long-lost childhood friend, was taken from him when they were children. After years of suffering under Marleyan control, Aurora is reunited with Eren while he’s undercover in Marley, igniting a bond neither of them expected. Despite her gentle nature, Aurora breaks her vow of pacifism to save Eren’s life, solidifying their deep connection. Secretly married before the Raid on Liberio, Aurora is swept into Eren's world of chaos and destruction. As the Scouts learn of her existence, tensions rise on the airship home. Mikasa’s heart shatters, and Levi demands answers. And Eren will stop at nothing to protect the only light left in his dark world—his bride, Aurora.

In this journey of love, loyalty, and war, Aurora must reconcile her innocent heart with the brutal reality of the man she loves, while Eren faces the truth of what he’s become.

Chapter Sixteen

As soon as Levi left, Hange practically bounced back into the room grinning, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “These elixirs of yours, Aurora, they’re absolutely fascinating! I mean, I’ve seen plenty of Titan shifters, and Eren’s ability to transform three times during the Liberio raid was impressive, to say the least. But if your mixtures had a hand in that? Oh, the possibilities are endless!”

Aurora smiled nervously, still adjusting to the pace and intensity of Hange’s enthusiasm. “I didn’t think they’d work so well,” she admitted. “I just wanted to help Eren. He’s... always pushing himself beyond his limits.”

Hange nodded vigorously. “That sounds like him. But, oh! Imagine what we could learn if we tested these elixirs in different conditions, maybe even with other Titan shifters! I’d love to analyze the properties further, maybe even—”

Suddenly, a knock at the door interrupted Hange’s excited ramblings. The door swung open, revealing a Scout standing at attention. “Commander Hange,” he said, his voice formal. “Her Majesty is here. She’s asking to see Aurora Jaeger.”

The room fell silent. Aurora blinked, still getting used to the sound of her new last name. “Jaeger.” It felt both foreign and familiar all at once. She wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to it, but the warmth in her heart at being Eren’s wife outweighed the strangeness.

Hange’s eyes widened slightly, but before she could say anything, Levi reappeared, his sharp gaze darting between the Scout and Aurora. “Historia’s here?” he asked, his voice clipped. “Why?”

“She’s here to collect Aurora,” the Scout responded. “As promised.”

Levi’s eyes narrowed. He crossed his arms, his posture stiff. “Promised by whom?”

The Scout hesitated, then answered, “Eren Jaeger.”

Levi’s expression darkened instantly. “Of course,” he muttered under his breath. He turned back toward Aurora, his gaze hard. “So, Eren’s already pulling strings from his cell, is he?”

Aurora shifted uncomfortably. She wasn’t sure how to answer. This was all new to her, and she could sense Levi’s increasing suspicion.

But before anyone could respond, Queen Historia herself stepped into the room, her presence commanding despite her small stature. She was dressed simply but regally, her blonde hair framing her face, and her blue eyes were as calm and composed as ever.

“Captain Levi,” Historia greeted him, her voice steady. “I’m here to take Aurora with me.”

Levi’s jaw tightened, and he gave Historia a cool glance. “And why is that?” he asked sharply. “Eren didn’t speak a word during his interrogation, but it seems he’s more than willing to give you orders. What else did he tell you?”

Historia remained unflappable, her gaze steady as she met Levi’s intense stare. “Eren only asked me to ensure Aurora’s safety,” she said smoothly. “He trusts me to protect her, and that’s all there is to it.”

Levi wasn’t buying it. His eyes narrowed further, scrutinizing Historia. “You expect me to believe that? That’s the only thing he told you? You and Eren have been close ever since the Reiss chapel incident four years ago. You spent weeks together after that, trying to figure out how to activate the Founding Titan’s powers.”

Historia tilted her head slightly, her expression unchanging. “I’m the Queen of Paradis, Captain. Eren asked me for a favor, and I agreed. I don’t owe you any more of an explanation than that.”

Levi’s mouth pressed into a thin line. “He’s planning something. And if you’re involved, then I need to know what it is.”

Historia’s eyes remained calm, her authority as queen evident in every word. “You have your suspicions, and I understand that, but I have no intention of discussing Eren’s private matters with you. My only concern right now is ensuring Aurora’s safety, as per Eren’s request.”

Levi’s frustration was palpable, but Historia stood her ground. She stepped forward, gently placing a hand on Aurora’s shoulder. “Aurora will be safe with me. That’s all you need to know.”

Aurora glanced between Levi and Historia, feeling the tension in the air. She knew that Levi didn’t trust her, and now it was clear that his suspicions extended to Historia as well. The weight of being in this political web was suffocating, and all she wanted was to be with Eren again.

Levi studied Historia for a long moment before exhaling sharply. “Fine,” he said finally, his voice low. “But if anything happens—if you or Eren make a move that puts the Scouts or Paradis at risk—I’ll hold both of you accountable.”

Historia met his gaze without flinching. “Understood.”

Without another word, Levi turned on his heel and left the room again, his cloak swirling behind him. As the door closed behind him, the room settled into an uneasy quiet. Aurora glanced at Historia, who was watching her with calm, understanding eyes. Aurora had heard of Historia from Eren, had heard how this woman had pulled him from the depths of despair and given him the courage to move forward when all hope seemed lost. Eren had spoken of her with a level of respect and admiration that had made Aurora realize just how important Historia was in his life.

“Historia... Queen Historia,” Aurora started, her voice soft but steady. “Eren told me about you. How you helped him when... when he was at his lowest. He trusts you completely, and I’m grateful for that.”

Historia’s lips curved into a small, warm smile. “Just Historia is fine. And Eren has done as much for me as I have for him.” She stepped closer, gently taking Aurora’s hand in hers. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Aurora. Eren spoke about you, too. I know how much you mean to him.”

Aurora blinked, a wave of warmth spreading through her chest. “He... talked about me?”

Historia nodded, her eyes kind. “Yes. He told me about how you two found each other in Marley, about how you gave him the strength to keep going when everything seemed impossible. He cares for you deeply.”

Aurora felt her cheeks warm as she glanced away for a moment, the weight of Historia’s words settling in her heart. “Eren is... everything to me,” she admitted quietly. “And if he trusts you, I do too.”

The two women shared a moment of silent understanding before Historia squeezed Aurora’s hand gently. “Eren wants you to be safe, and that’s why I’m here. We’ll make sure of that.”

Aurora nodded, still feeling a lingering anxiety about everything. "Did... did Eren tell you everything?" she asked hesitantly, her thoughts drifting to the plans for the Rumbling. "Do you know... what he's planning?"

Historia's expression remained calm, but there was a subtle shift in her eyes, a glimmer of something deeper. "Eren and I... we understand each other. I know what he's fighting for and what needs to be done. You don’t need to worry about that right now."

Aurora’s heart fluttered with uncertainty. Historia didn’t directly answer her question, but Aurora could sense that she knew more than she was letting on. Eren must have confided in her about the Rumbling, the same way he had confided in Aurora. The weight of that knowledge pressed down on her again, but she trusted Eren’s judgment. If he trusted Historia, so would she.

As they prepared to leave, Floch appeared in the doorway. His presence was always a bit intimidating, and Aurora noticed the way he exchanged a knowing look with Historia. There was something unspoken between them, an understanding about the events that were about to unfold.

Floch gave Historia a firm nod, his expression serious. “Everything’s in place. I’ll stay with the others and make sure everything goes according to plan.”

Historia nodded back, her expression one of quiet resolve. "Good. Keep an eye on things here. I'll take care of Aurora."

Floch’s eyes flickered toward Aurora, and for the first time, there was something softer in his usually hardened gaze. "Don't worry," he said to her, his voice surprisingly calm. "We’ve got this under control. Just stay with the queen."

With that, Floch stepped aside, allowing Historia and Aurora to walk past him and out into the corridor. As they walked together, Aurora couldn’t help but wonder what lay ahead. So much had changed in the last few months—her life had been turned upside down—and now she was walking alongside a queen, the wife of a man she loved deeply but who was on the verge of enacting a plan that would change the world forever.

The thought of the Rumbling weighed heavily on her mind. Did Historia truly know the full extent of Eren’s plans? And if so, how could she be so calm about it? How could any of them?

The corridors of the building were quiet as they exited, but the air felt thick with anticipation, like a storm was brewing just beyond the horizon. Aurora glanced at Historia as they walked side by side, wanting to ask more but unsure if she should.

Finally, as they neared the exit, Aurora spoke again. “Historia,” she said softly, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “What... what’s going to happen? After all of this?”

Historia paused, her gaze turning thoughtful as she looked at Aurora. “The world is changing, Aurora. Eren is trying to protect us, trying to ensure that we have a future. But what that future looks like... we’ll have to wait and see.”

The cryptic nature of Historia’s words left Aurora with more questions than answers, but she understood one thing clearly: Eren wasn’t just fighting for himself. He was fighting for Paradis, for the people he loved—and that included her.

Aurora held onto that thought as they stepped outside into the open air. She could feel the weight of history pressing down on them, but she also felt Eren’s presence in every step she took. Whatever happened next, she would face it with the same strength that had carried her this far.

And with Historia by her side, Aurora knew she wasn’t alone in this. They would protect each other, just as Eren had asked.

But Aurora’s thoughts kept circling back to him. The uncertainty gnawed at her, filling her with a sense of unease that she couldn’t shake. Every moment away from him felt heavier, as if the distance between them grew larger with every step she took. She couldn’t help herself.

“Historia,” Aurora said quietly, her voice almost tentative. “Do you think... do you think I can see him? Eren, I mean. Can you take me to him?”

Historia paused mid-step, her expression softening as she looked at Aurora. There was a brief silence between them, and then Historia shook her head gently. “I’m afraid that’s not possible right now, Aurora. Eren’s... in a delicate situation. He needs time.”

Aurora frowned, feeling the disappointment sink in. “But why? I know he’s in a cell, but... why can’t I just see him? He’s my husband.”

Historia sighed softly, her eyes sympathetic. “I understand how you feel. I know you’re worried about him, and I don’t blame you for wanting to see him. But Eren has his reasons. He will break out when the time is right. It’s all part of the plan. Right now, we just need to trust him.”

The word "trust" lingered in the air between them. Aurora swallowed, trying to steady the anxious fluttering in her chest. She did trust Eren—she trusted him more than anyone in the world—but the thought of not seeing him, not knowing what he was going through, was unbearable. They’d just reunited not too long ago, had been through so much together, and now she felt helpless, like she was losing him again.

“But what if something happens?” Aurora’s voice trembled slightly as she spoke, unable to hide the anxiety creeping into her words. “What if... something goes wrong? Eren’s always putting himself in danger, always sacrificing himself for others. What if this time...”

“Aurora,” Historia said softly, stepping closer and placing a gentle hand on her arm. “I know this is hard. Believe me, I’ve been where you are. Eren doesn’t always let people in, and he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. But he’s stronger than you think. He has a plan, and we have to trust that he knows what he’s doing.”

Aurora bit her lip, her fingers gripping the strap of her bag tightly. She wanted to believe that everything would be okay, that Eren would come back to her soon. But the unknown was terrifying. The fear of losing him loomed large, no matter how much she tried to push it away.

Sensing Aurora’s continued distress, Historia gave her a reassuring smile and gently guided her to a nearby bench under a shaded tree. “Why don’t you sit with me for a bit?” Historia suggested, her tone calm and soothing. “Tell me more about yourself. Eren mentioned bits and pieces, but I’d like to hear it from you.”

Aurora hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded, taking a seat next to Historia. She wasn’t sure where to begin—so much had happened in such a short time. “I’m not sure what Eren told you about me,” she said quietly. “But... I wasn’t always like this. I used to live in Shiganshina. My family was... normal, at least for a while.”

Historia’s gaze remained attentive, encouraging Aurora to continue.

“My parents,” Aurora began, “they weren’t from Paradis originally. We were... we were hiding, I guess. We lived quietly in Shiganshina, and my mother was a herbalist. She taught me everything I know. My father was a researcher, but he... well, he did something that made powerful enemies, and they came for us.”

She paused, her throat tightening as the memories resurfaced. “When I was seven, they took my mother and me away. My father... I saw him get eaten by a Titan right in front of me. After that, we were taken to Marley, and I... I became a slave.”

Historia’s eyes widened slightly, her expression filled with quiet sympathy. “That’s horrible,” she murmured. “No one should have to go through that.”

Aurora nodded, her fingers twisting in her lap. “It was... it was hell. My mother died not long after. They treated her like she was nothing, and when she got sick, they refused to help. I spent years there, in that horrible place, until one day, Eren found me.”

Historia’s lips parted slightly in surprise. “Eren found you?”

Aurora smiled faintly at the memory. “Yes. He was undercover in Marley at the time, and he found me... sitting under a tree, singing to myself. I didn’t even recognize him at first, but then... it was like everything clicked. He saved me.”

Historia’s expression softened even more, her gaze warm and understanding. “Eren didn’t tell me everything, but I can see how much he cares about you.”

Aurora’s smile wavered. “He saved me in more ways than one. And now... now I feel like I owe him everything. He’s done so much for me, and I don’t want to lose him.”

“You won’t,” Historia said firmly. “Eren has a lot on his shoulders, but you give him strength. I can see that.”

Aurora met Historia’s gaze, her heart swelling with gratitude. “Thank you... for saying that. And for coming to get me.”

Historia smiled again, this time with a glint of determination in her eyes. “I promised Eren I would look after you, and I intend to keep that promise. But more than that, I want you to know that you’re not alone in this. I understand the weight of carrying someone else’s burdens.”

Aurora nodded, feeling a small sense of comfort in Historia’s words. The anxiety still gnawed at her, but knowing that someone like Historia was watching over her eased some of the tension.

“What about you?” Aurora asked, her curiosity piqued. “Eren told me you’ve been through a lot as well. He said you gave him the courage to keep going.”

Historia’s smile faltered slightly, a faraway look crossing her face as she remembered those difficult times. “I suppose I did,” she said softly. “When Eren was at his lowest, I... I think we found strength in each other. He was ready to give up, to let himself be killed, but I couldn’t let that happen. We both had too much to live for.”

Aurora watched her carefully, sensing the depth of Historia’s emotions. “It sounds like you and Eren have been through a lot together.”

“We have,” Historia admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “We share a bond... one that was forged in some of the darkest moments of our lives. That’s why I trust him so much. No matter how hard things get, Eren always finds a way to move forward.”

Aurora nodded, understanding more now why Eren had such deep respect for Historia. She had been a guiding light for him when he needed it most, and now she was extending that same kindness to Aurora.

“I just want him to be okay,” Aurora said softly. “He’s always so focused on protecting everyone else, but I just want him to come back to me.”

“He will,” Historia said, her voice firm with conviction. “You’ll see.”

As they sat together under the shade of the tree, Aurora felt a small sliver of hope settle in her heart. Eren was strong. He had a plan. And as long as she trusted in him—and in the people who cared for him—they would make it through this storm.

~

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[gracefireheart]

Ayo, poll time for a Heavy Medic drawing I will [hopefully] make during pride month.

I am already working on just a basic Red Oktoberfest drawing atm, but I also wanna do another one that's set in an AU / different setting. So...

[I'll explain each choice (and link to the AU / a specific drawing related to it) below the keep reading line]

DnD setting - More than likely, I would make something magic related. Like Medic dragging Heavy through a Dimension Door (even if Heavy technically wouldn't be able to go through it since he's bigger than Medic, but who cares), or Medic using Invoke Duplicity so Heavy's got two Medics [for a minute], or Medic using Cure Wounds through a kiss (yes, stole it from Critical Role: Age of Calamity 'cause that was a romantic af moment to witness), and so on.

TF2 x SU - This AU has me in a death grip I love it so much-- It'll either be of the two of them doing something as Andalusite (their fusion), or them spending time together while unfused. Maybe a screenshot redraw, maybe not, who knows? :]

TF2 x Beastars - It could be something more intense, or something more tender. Could be them experiencing the dangers of an herbivore and a carnivore being a couple, or them having fun in the city wearing more modern-ish clothing. Quite the gamble :)))

TF2 x PMD - Maybe a small comic of how Medic evolved from Togepi to Togetic due to Heavy (less than likely, 'cause I'm impatient af when it comes to drawing comics, even if it's a short comic), or some fluff of these two just being together, or the two of them fighting together / one of them protecting the other from a strong opponent (maybe a legendary pokemon).

Childhood Friends - Will be sort of a continuation of that drawing I did a while back of Medic and Heavy meeting eachother when they were really young. Could be them exploring the forest and maybe finding some critters together, or them trying to better communicate to eachother (since neither would be good at speaking english) by drawing pictures, or maybe the two of them giving eachother a haircut (Medic wanting his hair shorter, while Heavy wants it shaven really short) and messing up in some way. Just cute shit.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Kinda suggestive at the end.

"You wanna know whats funny?" You perked up at your boyfriend's voice coming from you guys shared bed as he stared at you with lazy eyes but a soft smirk on his lips.

"I'm afraid to know, but go on..." You said suspiciously with a smile present as he chuckled, laying down on his side while stretching the little that he had for now of his wings.

"Y'know when little kids are afraid of something? Nightmares, monsters, first day of school al all that? What do they usually do when this happens?" He arched an eyebrow, suddenly getting serious as he stared at nothing in particular.

"Uh.. usually cry I guess." You mumbled, finally getting red for a much needed day off after your morning shower "Why?"

"... yeah, they cry. But who usually they call when they are distress?" You frowned at him staring at the ceiling "they normally call their mom right? I mean, the ones who have one and trusts them."

Oh...

Keigo's relationship with his mother wasn't the best one out there, you knew that... but what could have brought this up? Did she called asking for money again or something?

You sit down near him and played with the few strands of blonde messy hair as be closed his eyes at the feeling of you caressing him like he was fragile. Something to be cherished.

This man was so touch starved yet refused to admit out loud.

"Yeah. What about it?" You asked softly, hopefully not invalidating his feelings.

He opened his eyes once again, still looking at nothing in particular as he brought his hand to grab yours and traces small circles on it with his rough thumb.

"Is usually instincts that make us do that. Call for mothers when we are in distress. Heck I saw many adults still do that to these days...." finally he looked up at your eyes "But you wanna know whats the fun in that?"

You hummed, worried for him but still curious on where was he going with all of this.

"When I found myself in dangerous situations, when I fear something might happen with me... I don't think 'I need my ma'... not for a long time at least." He chuckled before bring your hand to his lips for him to lay a gentle yet firm kiss on it "I normally just think I want you. I need you...." he trailed off, staring at the promise ring he gave it to you on your finger.

Your heart skipped a beat at the little sudden confession... hawks was a mysterious, cocky and calculus man. A respected hero due to his efficiency despite his rather young age.... Hawks was a difficult wall to break, he had build his image ever since that hero comission got to him.

But no one knew Keigo. No one knew the man behind hero hawks. No one got neither cared to meet Takami Keigo.

... until you.

You were the one he trusted the most. You were his safe heaven. You were the one he thought of to calm himself down in times of distress...

You felt your chest expand from how much love you felt for this man... you didn't know if you kissed him until every inch of skin of his was marked with your lips or just plain up cried and hugged the tragic memories of his past out of it.

It was impossible, but someone could dream right?

"Too much?" You were brought out of your trance by the blond looking up at you in false smugness... you knew by only looking at those brow eyes he was fidgeting in nervousness.

You gently cupped his face and made him sit up a bit. His gaze glued on you as you traced his features and pushed a strand of blonde hair behind his ear with a soft smile.

"(Y/n)...?" It was a breathy whisper. One that held anxiety but also the love he felt... the fear he felt of saying something stupid and losing you for real.

You cupped his jaw gently as you blinked back tears... bringing him to your lips as you kissed him softly..making him let out a confused muffled noise before melting at your gentle and soft loving hands and lips.

Your right hand came to the back of his neck to scratch that place it made him groan. Just as planned his lips parted on yours so you could tangled your tongues together just for you to such the tiny bit making him let out a sweet moan on you as his hands brought you to straddle his lap as he laid down with you following him after wards.

The kissing continued for a bit until you parted, string of saliva connecting you both just for you to wipe off from his panting swollen lips.

"What... what was that for?"

"Hm... just wanted to kiss you." You cupped his cheeks, caressing with your thumbs the rosy tanned cheeks as he gave the same treatment to your waist and thighs.

You pecked his lips once again and then the tip of his nose which he groaned since he always prefers your lips on his....

"I always come to you when I'm in distress too." You softly whispered, it was oh so soft he swore it melted his insides.

"Yeah?" He did tried to sound smug. Really, he tried... but the dopey smile and watery eyes gave away "You should be. I'm number 2 after all."

"For me, you're always my number one." You giggled with eyes closed at the feelings of his hands accidentally tickling your sides as be stared at you lovingly before bringing his left hands to grab the back of your head and pull you in a more heated kiss.

You yelped when he threw you down, easily swapping places so now he was on top instead, trapped between both of your legs as his wings spread a bit. His hair falling down just on the right angle to make him look even more gorgeous than usual.

"Did you meant it?" He whispered, trying his best to not indulge so fast on the want to just dry hump you... that kiss surely lighten up something in.

"Every word. I trust you, and I'm so happy you feel the same with me..." You kissed slightly near his mouth as he shakily panted "I love you Keigo... you're my hero, and I'm happy to be your own as well."

He groaned, dropping his face on the crook of your neck as you rolled your eyes at the kivement of his hips against yours.o already feeling a certain hardness on the middle of your legs.

"Really?"

"Can't blame me for you to be this attractive and hot saying all this." He groaned before kissing you deeply and swallowing your mewls before he gently started to undress you.

It was going to be a good day.

(A/n): *laughs like a menace* still not a nfsw scenario got you all

[pastara-cell]

Me when someone willingly asks me to drop my hyper fixation head-canon list: (im so normal about them i swear 🙏)

Okay so, i’ve found out that despite these being rather new headcanons (made within the last 2 months) they’re rather outdated 😔. I based a lot of them on a story i made for them, which i now see as SUPER ooc, so i’m sharing around 2/3 of my list now, and dropping the other 1/3 when its updated to fit more towards the actual characters, rather than based off my silly little daydreams

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General story headcanons:

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>They started talking to eachother after school, because sean stayed after school to clean the music room, and drew had detention. They both left around the same time, which meant they bumped into eachother. Drew wasnt too outwardly hostile to sean (considering that sean’s older, and the only music club member he doesn’t actively tease), so sean took some time to question him on stuff. long story short, they had a heart to heart, figured out they didnt hate eachother, drew started staying after school to hang out with him, and they got together after a while (I have a whole ass story but this is a summary of it)

>The relationship is kept rather secret from the music club and the dromies. (Music club because they dont necessarily love drew, and the dromies because they’re little shits and would tease Drew endlessly/pos)

>Sean’s helping drew out on his redemption arc. they talk a lot, sean makes sure he isnt overthinking or blowing situations out of proportion. Drew’s extremely grateful for it, and as a result, is a lot less stressed out. (We love communication and healthy relationships 🙏🤍)

>They bonded a lot over shared home-life issues, specifically with parents and no siblings. Drew and sean both shared their experiences with being the authority family-figure in their friend group (sean being the ‘big brother’ of the music club, and drew being the ‘dad’ of the jomies)

>Drew’s love languages are quality time and giving gifts, while sean’s are quality time and doing acts of service. Safe to say they both love spending time together, and do it often

Random ass headcanons that are canon because i said so/silly:

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>They play Nintendo games together, VERY specifically Nintendo games. Sean likes the soundtrack and the controls, and Drew is down to play literally any game ever so long as he’s spending time with him

>Sean stays over at drew’s house a lot when things get rough at home.

>When sean comes over on rough home nights, Drew cooks for him and absolutely pampers the shit out of sean. Heated blanket, meals if needed, snacks, gifts, and lots of cuddles and hugs. Sean enjoys it, but makes sure that drew sits down and just spends time with him without overworking himself

>Neither of them are big on kissing, not that they’re necessarily against it, but they prefer holding hands, cuddling, or handshakes. They have the most epic handshake ever actually, the most ever one to ever exist and its theirs

>They both love toread e-books, so they tried to do it together one time, but sean takes his time and drew is a speedreader. Safe to say that it was a one time thing

>Drew and sean have a joint minecraft server together, they both live in the same house. Drew does all the fighting, and sean does all the building. Neither of them can do redstone

>Sean calls drew “beau” as a petname, drew calls sean “babe”

>They text a lot, but due to their relationship being secret, they have eachother saved as ‘Jimmy’ and ‘scott’/ref and say that they’re just friends in seperate states. (I love you flower husbands…)

>Drew helps sean clean out the music room occasionally after school, but is EXTREMELY wary of his surroundings, just incase anyone would walk in. Sean isn’t as worried

>Sean very often reassures drew that besides school, drew is his top priority, and that he means the world to him. Drew enjoys this greatly, but wont admit it.

>Sean can read drew’s rbf perfectly

>Daisy mayyyy or may not know that they’re together. “Perhaps they’re really good friends?” (That girls got eyes everywhere…/vpos)

>Drew and sean text eachother during passing periods, and during lunch, and occasionally in class

>Seans really good at science, whereas, drew’s a lot better with language arts. They help eachother out on tests, but neither of them are good at math

>adding onto that, Drew’s in an advanced english class (he learns with seniors) so he managed to pull a few strings to get into sean’s class. (They sat next to eachother ‘on accident’)

>sean’s very set on open communication in their relationship, which drew is new to. They’re both going through it together, and guess what, mr plum over here is gonna heal 💪🔥 (slowly, but surely)

>Sean helps drew out with genshin events

>does Sean propose to drew after he gets his dipoma and heads off to college in another state because i said so and these are my headcanons? Yes, yes he does 🔥🔥/silly

>Engagement is kept a secret until Drew graduates as well, he thanks ‘his fiancée’ when receiving his diploma

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I skipped out on a lot of em, but its taking too long to write all of these out so i’ll put more in the next wave and fill in their story a bit more 👍👍

I love them guys they deserve the world….(angst fic coming soon/j)

( @rosypenguins )

[sumsumstrashbin]

𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐰𝐬 ~ 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧ { 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐱 }

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟗𝟔𝟎

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐭𝐨 "𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐰𝐬"

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞? 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩! 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐢 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭. 𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲. 𝐢'𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨, 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐚𝐲! 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐝𝐨:

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

The warm afternoon breeze blew the white curtains of the gazebo around in an enchanting way, with beams of sunlight shining through them. The small number of guests were already seated in front of the gazebo that was adorned with fresh flowers cascading down the pillars. It was a beautiful setting for a wedding, and the anticipation in the air was palpable.

Sirius had already made his way down the aisle, standing next to his best man and officiant James.  Inside of the house, Remus was helping you with any last minute fixes before it was your time to shine. Anxiety bubbled in your stomach as he fixed your hair for the last time before handing you your bouquet. 

“Everything will be okay, Y/n. Sirius spent the entire bachelor party last night talking about you, and he continued all the way until he went to bed.” He offered you a warm smile, smoothing out his own clothes. “You have no idea how excited he is.”

“Trust me, I do know. He was smiling like a child on Christmas the entire afternoon yesterday.” You smiled, taking a deep breath. “Okay, I’m ready.”

“Let’s go get you two married, then.”

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

The guests rose from their seats, anticipating your arrival. The enchanted instruments began to play an elegant melody, cueing you to begin your walk. 

You gripped your bouquet hard enough to make your knuckles go white, slowly emerging from the house and over to the makeshift aisle. You began making your way down to the gazebo, keeping your eyes in front of you to avoid making yourself more nervous by seeing everyone’s attention on you. 

The eye contact you made with Sirius made his heart thump in his chest. He felt the same way he felt that night that the two of you made the vow, and he couldn’t help but feel that this was destiny. Neither of you were able to find love with someone else, and now you had come back to each other because of the promise you made as teenagers.

Sirius’ eyes filled with tears, as did yours. The memories of your teenage years were playing in front of your eyes, and the day that both of you had dreamed about was finally here. Sirius found himself overwhelmed with emotion, remembering all the time you spent together laughing, arguing, and loving each other so deeply. People had always told you that your relationship was just “puppy love” that wouldn’t last, but even after years apart, your hearts beat for each other just as they did before. 

Sirius offered his hand to you, helping you into the gazebo for the ceremony to begin. You handed off your bouquet to Remus, taking Sirius’ hands and looking into his eyes. Both his and your hands were trembling, but it was as if all of the lost time had melted away, leaving only the love the two of you shared. “You look beautiful, Y/n.” He spoke softly, smiling down at you.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Sirius.”

When it came time to share your vows, Sirius began. His voice was steady and confident, despite his emotions. “I, Sirius Orion Black, take you, Y/n L/n, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. Though I suppose the avoidance of death brought us back together in the first place, but yeah. Until death do us part.” He chuckled at himself, receiving a laugh from you too.

Your voice trembled with nerves as you spoke. “I, Y/n L/n, take you, Sirius Orion Black, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.”

James grinned with excitement, clapping his hands together. “Well then, I pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss-”

Before James could finish his declaration, Sirius leaned in and kissed you eagerly, sealing your vows with a promise that had endured through time. His arms snaked around your back, dipping you slightly from the force of the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck in return, welcoming your first kiss from him in years. He kissed you with the same passion that he always did when the two of you were young, and you could feel an eruption of butterflies in your stomach. 

“Hey! I’m supposed to say the whole line, you cut me off.” James put his hands on his hips, staring at the two of you. Sirius removed one hand from your back, flipping James off with it. After a moment he pulled away from the kiss, very reluctantly. 

The sounds of the lively guests clapping reminded you of their presence, and you could feel your cheeks heating up from the realisation. Sirius beamed down at you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

The garden had come alive with laughter and celebration as Sirius took your hand and turned to the guests. Your anxieties had melted away, leaving room for excitement about the new chapter of your life. The two of you couldn’t wipe the smiles off of your faces, knowing that the love you had for each other would burn even brighter than before. Of course, the future was full of uncertainties, but you knew that whatever obstacles stood in your way, you’d face together.

Sirius spoke once everyone had settled down, helping you down and out of the gazebo as you took your first steps as husband and wife. “Let’s get this party started, yeah?”

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

│𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 │ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 │𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 │ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 │𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 │𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐱 │(𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞)

[ladytauria]

19. “The paint’s supposed to go where?” JayDami?

it took me over a month but i finally got to this prompt xDDD

i've known what i wanted to do for a while, but it just. wasn't happening. and then!! today!! it finally clicked!

this is my first time writing jaydami <3 i hope you like it, abyss!

this one got smutty <3 featuring top!dami, bottom!jason; bottoming from the top; riding; blow jobs; & a tiny amount of breeding kink that i don't?? think??? actually counts???? it's more 'trying for a baby.'

also! this ended up being 3k AND i got two more fic ideas while writing it, bc truly, the well of wips never runs dry

> AO3 <

Damian twirls the fine tipped brush through the black paint, then allows it to drip before turning to his canvas. He gives himself a moment to pause, to stare.

Jason is beautiful. He lays on their bed, completely nude. It is not the first time Damian has seen him such. They have lain together many times, both before and after their marriage. Jason has also allowed Damian the privilege of drawing him, painting him, more than once.

But it is different, tonight.

Tonight, Jason’s very skin will be his canvas, and not simply for their pleasure, but for their future.

“Are you ready, beloved?” he asks quietly.

Jason looks at him with soft eyes, brushing his hand over Damian’s knee. “I’m ready.”

Damian nods, once, and then begins to paint.

He has practiced these markings many times over the last month. Both on paper, and on the practice CPR dummies they keep in the cave. His hand moves through them now almost on instinct. The ink is stark against the pale skin of Jason’s abdomen; his usual dark fuzz shaved away to make way for the paint. Damian misses it, a little—Jason is hairier than he is, and Damian finds carding his fingers over his stomach pleasant.

There is still his chest, though.

For his part, Jason keeps very still, taking slow, shallow breaths; moving his stomach very little, if at all, eyes half-closed.

The air is warm—warmer than they usually keep it, so that Jason is not uncomfortable while they do this.

He is halfway through when Jason says, “Mm… Tingles.” He breathes the words; low enough that even in a quiet room with Damian’s attention almost entirely tuned to him, he almost doesn’t hear.

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“No. S’kinda nice, actually.”

“Tell me if that changes.”

Jason’s mouth twitches. “Still can’t believe you’re such a worrywart, baby bat.”

Damian sniffs. “It’s a reasonable concern.” He resists the urge to jab Jason’s side. He’d rather not have to begin again.

The ritual they are using is old. It has been practiced within the League for generations—and Damian has questioned their scholars upon it extensively. There are risks, as in all things, but they are minimal. Damian has every confidence that they will be fine—neither of them would not dare attempt it otherwise.

However, now, in the final hours—Damian cannot help but worry more.

Jason’s teasing is strangely soothing, though. As is the way he looks; the lack of tension in his body. Damian knows he is as anticipatory of what’s to come as he is, but in this moment, in the now… He is calm. Relaxed. Perhaps it is a facade. Regardless, it is reassuring.

“We’re going to be fine, baby bat.” Jason peers at him through his lashes. The green of his eyes is strong tonight. It makes Damian’s stomach flip. He can’t help himself—he pauses in his work to bend forward, slotting his mouth over Jason.

It is the chastest, tenderest kiss they have ever exchanged. Damian’s body buzzes with it.

When he pulls away, breath still ghosting over Jason’s plush mouth, Jason’s mouth twitches up, a soft smile creating wrinkles around his eyes. “Keep going,” he murmurs. “We’re almost there, baby.”

Damian swallows. He nods, pulling back. He wets the brush again, and resumes the painstaking process, until he has completed the piece. It is—beautiful. It sits just above Jason’s pelvis, right over where his womb would be, if he possessed one. The markings swirl and bleed together, forming a shape not unlike a heart. The stylistic one, anyway—not the anatomically correct one.

“It suits you,” he says, after a moment; swallowing hard.

This time, Jason grins; the dim light catching on his teeth. It makes them look a little sharper—and that makes Damian shiver; toes curling.

“How long until it dries, again?” Jason asks.

“Five minutes,” Damian says. He sets the timer. The first half is likely dry already.

“Mm,” Jason hums. “Good. Plenty of time to get you ready for my turn.”

Damian’s ears turn red. He has been doing his best not to think about his turn—the very idea flusters him. He remembers when he first proposed the ritual, showing it to Jason. Luckily for him, Jason had been too incredulous to notice Damian’s flustered state.

“The paint’s supposed to go where?” he’d demanded.

“I know you can read, beloved,” Damian had drawled back, ignoring the way his skin felt tight and prickly, cock twitching in his pants. 

Jason had made a face at him, and then they had moved on to discuss things further.

“C’mon, Dames,” Jason says. “Pants off. I’m tired of being the only one naked here.”

The color spreads across his cheeks. “Ah, but it’s a look you pull off so well, beloved.” Still, he obediently hooks his thumbs into his lounge pants, shucking them—and his underwear—off. He also takes a moment to set the timer they had prepared.

“Mm… you don’t look so bad yourself.” Jason’s mouth twitches. “I hear they’re trying to get you to do a swimsuit edition again.”

Damian huffs. “Ridiculous. Just because Father—” He cuts himself off. There are some times, and places, where his parents should not be mentioned. The bedroom he shares with his husband, while he was naked, is one of those.

Jason grins unrepentantly, and closes his hand around Damian’s cock.

Damian’s hips jerk forward. Jason’s hand is warm. Unnaturally so, much like the rest of him—a leftover from his brief dip in the Lazarus Pit. Of course, with as much heat as he gives off, he retains little. Damian spends a lot of time curled up under the blankets with him during the winter, which suits him just fine. He’s not fond of the cold either, and he’ll take any excuse to soak up Jason’s warmth.

Especially if Jason is reading. He is voracious in his appetite for literature; the ceiling-high shelves in their personal library can attest to that. It is a habit of his that Damian loves—even down to his penchant for annotating. Though he turned his nose up at it at first, being able to view his beloved’s analysis and commentary when he goes to read something himself… Damian enjoys it. Sometimes more than the book itself.

He also loves when Jason reads aloud.  The cadence of his voice, the passion he has for the words… It’s soothing.

Now, though, there is nothing soothing about Jason’s touch at all. Instead, it is stimulating, heating; stroking Damian’s half-hard cock with an expert’s touch. It is no time at all before Damian is at full hardness; curving up toward his belly, cock flushed and beginning to glisten with pearly beads of precome.

His hips chase the feeling of Jason’s hand, lips parting around soft breaths; growing quicker and deeper the more Jason touches him, his hand moving faster, tightening and loosening his grip in quick pulses.

The timer rings.

Jason’s hand stops.

Damian can’t help the low, pained noise he makes. Jason, cruel, terrible creature that he is, laughs, low in his throat.

He climbs to his knees, tangling his dry hand in Damian’s short hair, and tugging him into a kiss. This one is the furthest thing from chaste. It ignites a fire in Damian’s loins. Or, perhaps, it is more accurate to say that it stokes that fire higher, hotter, making him burn with want. With need.

His want, his need will go unfulfilled for some time yet, though.

There is still Damian’s mark to prepare.

Jason is still grinning when he pulls back, though his breaths are coming out just as harsh as Damian’s. “Am I going to need to tie you down, darlin’?”

Damian whimpers. It takes only a brief moment of imagining the ropes locked around his wrists before he is gasping— “Yes. Please.”

He does not know if he will be able to keep still, to keep from grabbing Jason otherwise. Even knowing what’s at stake. There are some things that even Damian’s iron self-control is not up for, and unfortunately, resisting his beloved is perhaps highest on that list.

Jason smirks at him. “I thought so.”

He retrieves the rope not from its usual place, tucked away in a box in the closet, but instead in the drawer, where they also keep the more frequently used supplies. Damian allows Jason to arrange him on the bed, lying much as he had once been. His warmth still lingers there.

His beloved makes quick work of the ropes; tying intricate knots against Damian’s forearms with practiced fingers. He hears Jason hum to himself, before securing his hips as well. It would be little for Damian to slip his bonds—but they are not meant to truly hold him. Only to remind him to be still; and to give him that lovely feeling of pressure.

With Damian so secured, it is Jason’s turn to pick up the paintbrush.

“Be good,” he says.

“You do not have to remind me, beloved,” Damian says quietly.

Some of Jason’s mirth fades—or, no. It doesn’t fade so much as soften. “I know,” he says, brushing his hand over Damian’s thigh.

Both of them know exactly what they're hoping for—what they have their hearts set on. Even if they fail this time, they will try again, and again, and again—until they get it right.

Jason draws the brush through the ink. He takes careful hold of Damian’s cock, and begins to paint.

Like Damian, he has practiced the markings many times over the last few weeks, both on paper and on various phalluses. Although he had never quite been able to resist starting off with a joke, or two.

He does not do so now.

Instead, he goes right into the movements. The featherlight touch of the brush is—tolerable. At first. Surprising, but tolerable. However, the more it went on… the less tolerable it became. He ends up grabbing onto the ropes, clenching them tightly to keep from jerking. His toes curl; his legs quiver. His belly goes taut, the muscles of his abdomen on display for Jason to see.

And he breathes. In through the nose, out through the mouth, as slow and measured as he can.

And then—

The tingling starts.

It’s mild. Gentle. If it had been on his stomach, as it was Jason’s, he thinks he could have handled it. But the tingling—and the movements of the brush—

He moans, deep in his chest. “Beloved,” he begs.

“Almost, Dames,” Jason soothes. “Almost.”

Damian squeezes his eyes shut. It is almost a mistake; without the input of his eyes, it is all too easy to focus on sensation instead. But he forces himself to focus instead on the slide of silk beneath his skin, the chafe of rope around his wrists and waist, the warmth of Jason’s body between his thighs. He listens to the hum of the heater, the sound of the wind outside, the quiet crackle of electricity powering their home.

Time passes. It seems like both none at all, and like an eternity. But, finally, he hears the brush click against the wooden tray. “I’m done,” Jason says, quietly.

Damian opens his eyes again; blinking in the dim light. Jason moves the tray of ink to the nightstand, and takes restraints off of Damian’s hips. He slowly, gently, unties his arms as well.

Damian nearly stops him—nearly tells him to leave them in place. He loves when Jason rides him, loves it even more when he is bound. However… Though he loves that, the urge to hold Jason in his arms tonight is strong.

And so, though he mourns the squeeze against his skin, he puts up no resistance as Jason removes them.

By the time he is done, the timer rings again. The ink has dried and set on his skin too.

Damian takes a cloth and wipes away the paint on Jason’s skin. It has already begun to flake, and it comes off easily at the first kiss of water. Left behind are deep brown markings, sitting on Jason’s skin like a tattoo. Like the Robin Damian drew for him, now permanently etched over his breast. They will fade within a month. Damian will spend all of that time following the path with his tongue; worshiping the marking—or. No. Worshiping the body, the flesh of his beloved.

His fingers linger on the damp skin for a moment, and then, he allows Jason to do the same to him—to carefully caress his cock with the cloth, warmed in his hand. His beloved can be so considerate, when he wants to be. The paint on him, too, flakes away easily; the markings still visible on his flesh.

The first part is done.

Jason tosses the cloth aside, usual penchant for neatness gone as he pushes Damian back against the pillows; straddling his hips. His own cock stands at attention, flushed and weeping, looking desperate for some kind of attention. Jason ignores it in favor of crashing their mouths together. Their teeth clack together, and then Jason’s tongue is in his mouth, licking into him like he’s never tasted him before, like he has not already explored all of what Damian’s body has to offer.

Damian is helpless to do anything but moan against it, clinging tight to Jason’s shoulders. He rocks his hips up, groaning when his cock brushes Jason’s.

Jason pulls back, then. “Ready for the fun part?” he asks, breathlessly.

“Beyond ready,” Damian says, just as breathless.

Jason guides one of Damian’s hands between his thighs. Damian’s eyes widen in surprise when his fingers brush against something cool and hard.

“You—”

“I thought I’d prep in advance,” Jason says, lips twitching.

“Clever man,” Damian breathes, and tugs Jason down for another kiss, licking into his mouth, chasing the unique flavor only Jason provides. The praise makes Jason shiver. His mouth slackens, allowing Damian’s tongue to intrude as deeply as he desires.

Damian takes hold of the plug in Jason’s ass and pumps it—once, twice, relishing in the gasp Jason lets out, the way he grinds down on Damian’s cock, making stars burst behind his eyelids.

“Fuck—” Jason pants, when they are forced to separate. “I— Damian, now.”

He could not agree more.

He eases the plug from Jason’s rim, tossing it aside carelessly. His hands find Jason’s hips; the rounded curves of them fitting perfectly in his palms. Jason fists his cock again, angling his hips over Damian’s pelvis.

His cockhead brushes Jason’s entrance.

Damian’s teeth dig into his lip. His hands flex on Jason’s hips.

Jason eases down—Damian can feel the tight ring of muscle flutter around the head, stretching to accommodate him. He breathes, short and shallow, his belly twitching as he resists the urge to snap his hips up, to bury himself in the furnace of Jason’s body.

Jason’s thighs twitch.

That is all the warning Damian gets before he slams down, taking Damian to the root in a single thrust.

They shout in unison; Damian’s throaty groan mingling with Jason’s high keen. Jason’s walls flutter around him, tight and wet and searingly hot. It’s almost too much.

They stay like that for a moment, both of them adjusting to the feeling—and then Jason begins to move. He sets a hard, steady pace; rising halfway off of Damian’s cock before slamming back down again. Damian’s head swims. It’s hard to focus on anything except the way pleasure licks through his veins, lighting up his nerves like a fireworks display.

Damian rolls his hips, meeting Jason’s next thrust. The high, broken noise Jason makes is music to his ears.

“F-fuck— That’s it, baby—”

The look on Jason’s face is nothing short of divine—eyes half-lidded with pleasure, kiss-swollen lips parted enticingly. His skin shimmers with sweat; his curls a halo around his head. A pink flush decorates his face; spreading down to his chest, dark, flushed nipples tight and hard.

He’s a vision, a wonder—and he’s all Damian’s, bound to him for life by the golden bands around their fingers.

It does not take long for Damian to approach his peak. The tingling in his cock is back again—stronger than before. It’s almost painful, pricking like blood rushing back into a previously-numb limb. He hears Jason’s sharp gasp—knows his own mark is echoing the feeling. 

“Beloved—” he warns, voice sticking in his throat.

“Give it to me,” Jason demands, breathless. He grips Damian’s wrists. “C’mon— Breed me—” He slams his hips down and clenches, tight, around Damian’s cock, and he—

The entire world seems to still, and then—he breaks, whole body shuddering, hips jerking forward as he comes.

Jason rides him through it; hips moving in quick, shallow jerks, barely rising an inch off of Damian’s cock before swallowing him back in again, walls fluttering around him, milking his cock for every last drop of semen, stilling only when Damian’s cock stills.

For a moment, both of them are still; only their chests moving as they pant from exertion. Then—Jason rises, Damian’s cock slipping from him.

“The plug—” he demands.

Damian fumbles for it, rising; Jason bends forward, bracing on his elbows so Damian can push it in again. Jason’s body swallows it greedily, hungrily. Saliva pools in Damian’s mouth. His cock twinges, unable to muster even a twitch despite the desire in his veins. He touches Jason’s hip, lightly.

“On your back, beloved. I wish to take care of you.” 

Jason’s breath hitches. He does as Damian has asked. Damian kisses him briefly—sweetly. He does not linger long, though, despite the temptation of Jason’s mouth. Instead, he trails kisses down his jaw, his neck. He lingers on Jason’s chest; unable to resist flicking his tongue over his nipples, or biting into the supple flesh.

Jason writhes. The sweetest sounds fall from his mouth, ruining the way he tries to growl, “Damian.”

Damian laughs—but obediently continues his way down, lapping at the pre smeared on Jason’s skin. Jason pushes at one of his shoulders, not hard, not forcing, but demanding nonetheless. Damian laps at him one more time, and then finally—

He wraps his lips around Jason’s cock.

Jason groans, throwing his head back, baring the column of his throat. It is littered with bruises, perfectly shaped to Damian’s mouth, still lurid purple from this morning.

Damian suckles at the head, teasing the bundle of nerves at the base. Jason’s thigh muscles bunch, one of his legs drawing up. Fingers dig into his shoulder, tight enough to leave bruises.

He bobs his head, taking him deeper, delighting in every gasp, whimper, and whine from Jason’s throat. Delighting most in the pained keens of his name, the way he pleads.

If he were kinder, he would take mercy.

He is not.

Instead he takes Jason inch by torturous inch, bobbing up and down, teasing him with his tongue. His hands hold tight to his hips, stopping every aborted twitch and thrust of Jason’s hips. Jason’s desperation grows, his voice starting to crack.

Then, finally, Damian slackens his throat and takes him all.

Jason shouts, nearly raising up off the bed; his knees tucking. His cock twitches, balls starting to tighten.

Damian braces his hand on one of Jason’s thighs, lifting his leg. Then he grips the plug, breathes in through his nose, and sets a punishing pace.

Jason does not last long.

He gets a garbled, babbled warning and then Jason spills into his mouth. Damian swallows it all, slowing his thrusts with the plug but still determinedly fucking him through the orgasm, milking him for all that he is worth.

He doesn’t stop until Jason’s whimpers take on a pained edge. Then, he lets go of the plug and eases Jason’s cock from his mouth. He slides up; pausing only to press a soft, open mouthed kiss over the ritual markings. Then he lies beside him, pulling Jason in against his chest.

Jason buries his face in Damian’s neck; his nose tucked safely in the hollow of his throat. Damian dips his chin, burying his nose in Jason’s hair, breathing in the smell of sweat and soap and sex and Jason. His hand follows the curve of Jason’s spine.

He can feel Jason’s belly against his. Imagines how it will look, soon; round and swollen with child. With their child.

Damian cannot wait.

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Sweet Taste of Poison

Summary: While guarding Padme after a long meeting of the senators, you drink poison meant for her. In these moments, you realize where your priorities lie. That is with Anakin Skywalker, your best friend and the love of your life.  

Warnings: hallucinations, poison, mentions of death

A/N: so basically Padme and Anakin feel nothing for each other, just a platonic relationship:)) Maybe a little cheesy at the end? I’m just a sucker for a cheesy ending 

“This dreadful meeting is almost over, one more night and we can return home.” Obi-wan said, walking down the hallway of the mansion we’ve been at for days.

The senators were all sent to agree on a treaty, although they didn’t all agree. The older senators disagreed of course, thinking their time is much more valuable than this problem they’ve been wasting it on. The younger senators, Padme included, think this treaty can bring more people together. Obi-wan, Anakin, Ahsoka and you stood in the corners of the meeting room for the last four days. Instructed to make no noise, have no comments, just to stand watch, protect the valuable lives in this room.

The days only dragged on, over and over they go back and forth arguing the same topic. Then we’d get assigned to a senator, other Jedi would come in and we’d each guard a door for the night. Then, in the morning, we’d do it all over again. But luckily, things finally seem to be wrapping up, they only need one more person to agree, and then this horrible week will come to a close.

“Be careful,” You said looking as Anakin was talking to Ahsoka, “that’s what you said two days ago.”

“You’re right, don’t worry. You will be home soon, where you and Anakin can go about and almost get yourselves killed because you don’t listen.”

“I’m going to assume this is just your tired side speaking, Obi-wan.”

“Oh no, Y/N. I only speak the truth.” He had a smile when he said it, although you know he isn’t truly happy about that.

“I like to think of it as I go with him because someone has to. Someone has to look out for him, I’ve been doing it all my life. Since we were both padawans and we thought we were invincible.”

“And look at the price you both have paid for believing that.”

We both stood silent, neither one of us having anything to say to the other after that. You knew the prices Anakin paid for the choices he’s made, and you also knew the prices he’s paid for simply just doing what he was told. A metal hand, a long scar across his face, nightmares that plagued him. And better than anything, you knew the prices you’ve paid. Although all your limbs are still intact you also sported a scar across your face, stretching from the left side of your temple, to the right side of your chin. Obi-wan sighed, slouching a bit.

“That didn’t come out the way I wanted it to.”

“I understand how you meant it.” You said to him, and truly you did.

There was an angry growl that sounded down the hallway, and we both looked at Anakin, who was getting visibly frustrated with Ahsoka. The wrinkle in his forehead is deep, and even from down the hall I can tell his jaw is tightly clenching.

We made our way down the hallway, hearing the very familiar bickering between Anakin and his padawan.

“Ahsoka!” Obi-wan happily greeted as we walked towards them. 

“Master Kenobi.” She responded. She was seething, you could tell by the way her jaw was clenched and the furrow of her brow. Obi-wan opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a padawan, who ran down the hallway. 

“Something urgent has come up, Masters Yoda and Windu request the your presence!” She exclaimed, we all looked at each other, trying to figure out who was going and who would stay. 

“Padme has a meeting to attend to tonight, so you three go. I’ll meet you guys later.” 

“I’ll stay back-” Anakin started speaking, obviously looking for any reason to escape his padawan. 

“Absolutely not. Y/N is more than capable to do a job she has been doing for the past week. Plus, let the ladies spend some time together.” Obi-wan said, smiling a bit at you. You tried not to smile, but your lip twitched ever so slightly, which Anakin surely saw. 

“I’m a lady! Y/N, I can help you!” You sighed, knowing Ahsoka must accompany Anakin. 

“I’m sorry Ahsoka, you must go with Anakin.” 

“But-”

“Wherever he goes, you must follow.” 

“Like that’s ever stopped you before.” She spoke, crossing her arms. 

You remembered what is was like being in her shoes, having to do whatever you were told whenever they told you. Although, life is still very much following the orders of the council, being a young Padawan was like being on a very short leash. You could hear Anakin quietly lecture her about how she spoke, but you took nothing to heart. 

The walk to Padme’s room was short, the hallways eerily silent. She opened up the door before you could get the second knock, smiling as she invited you in. 

“I never understand why we cannot just agree on something within one day, but now we’ve been here for nearly a week. A week where we could have turned the tables in this war. Instead, we are inside fighting on how to stop a war that will soon be on our doorstep.” 

The one thing you learned about Padme since she came to Coruscant was that she was determined. Whatever task she put her mind to would be done, one way or another. She never stopped fighting for what she thinks is right, even if she lost. This made her quick to become your friend. Her unwavering kindness, and friendly smile sucked you in. It was a breath of fresh air in this otherwise stuffy order. 

“I’m sorry,” she started. “It must be boring to hear me complain about the after you just have to stand there everyday-”

“I don’t mind, Padme.” You tried to reassure her. “It’s better than listen to Anakin and Ahsoka bicker.” You said with a laugh. She also laughed at this, agreeing heavily with your statement. “They are more alike than I think they both realize. But she’s good for him, keeps him a little more... grounded per say.” 

“They were guarding the door the other night, and I swear they never stopped talking out there.” Padme said with another laugh. “ I remember that’s how he and Obi-wan used to be.” 

“Oh yeah,” you responded. “Tell me about it. “Anakin was never one to take orders, he did whatever he thought was right, even if at the time it wasn’t so. I think he’s finally realizing exactly how Obi-wan felt all this time.” 

“But you guys would always save each other, you always followed him, as did Obi-wan.” 

“Obi-wan and Anakin are like brothers.” You said. “Not only does Obi-wan have a commitment to Anakin, but Obi-wan cares for him. I think he used Anakin to fill the gap, to fill his time so he wouldn’t have to think about what happened to his master. Obi-wan dropped everything for Anakin, and together they are, they are truly magnificent. They are brothers, through and through.” 

“You always followed after him too. I may be a busy Senator, Y/N, but I am not blind.” 

“It’s a difficult situation. But yes, I will always follow him into whatever he needs.  I grew up with him, after my master died, I was almost taken in by them. I never knew how badly I needed someone to rely on before I knew Anakin.”

“And that is how you got the scar, following him?” 

“Yes.”

“I didn’t mean anything by that.” That was the other thing about Padme, she was genuinely a good person. In this time, you don’t meet too many of those. 

“I don’t mind, it doesn’t bother me as much as it used to. I hated it when I first got it, of course the pain of it was horrible. But I saw it as a failure, it was a permanent mark of a loss I couldn’t hide. Everyone could see it, and everything would think I was weak. It was Anakin who told me otherwise. Of course now he has one to match. He told me to view it as a warning.” 

“A warning?” She asked. Sitting down on the huge white comforted bed. 

“A warning to anyone who tries to take me on again. I laughed the first time he said it, it sounded so stupid and childish, but I never shied away from the fact I had it ever again.” 

“Sounds like he’s taught you a lot.” She said with a smirk. You stared at her, a shocked expression on your face. 

“Now, Senator Amaidala, I have no idea what you are trying to insinuate!” 

“Maybe it has something to do with how fond you two are of each other, or the fact that every time you walk into a room he turns red-” 

A knock on the door stopped you both mid conversation. You looked at the time, late, but not too late where this would be a cause for concern. You opened the heavy wooden door to a droid, he held a platter containing two glasses of water. 

“From Obi-wan.” It spoke, more robotic than you’ve ever heard a droid. 

“Thank you.” You said, smiling to the droid as you closed the door. You set the platter down on one of the side tables, Padme walking over to you to grab a glass.

“That droid had good timing,” Padme said, as you sipped the water. “Stopped right when I was finally about to express how you two act when you see each other.”

But you weren’t focused on what she was saying, nor could you really hear her at all. There was that sense, the sense that told you something was wrong, very wrong. It had hit you almost immediately, the smell the water had, and the little bit of a green residue on the glass. 

Poison. 

You dropped the glass, causing it to shatter and water flew in a million droplets all over the carpeting. Although it felt like your bones weighed a thousand pounds each, you managed to smack the glass out of Padme’s hand. 

“Y/N?” She sounded panicked, you didn’t realize you were on the ground until you saw her lean over you. It was as you were under water. Your sight was glossy, and moving as if looking at her under a wave. You couldn’t make out what she said to you, but in a flash she was gone. The only thing above you were the high ceilings, and the orange glows of the lamps lit in the room. 

“How could you be so stupid? You should have sensed this, known this. Obi-wan wouldn’t send anything to the room, but you heard the name and didn’t even question where it came from. You had let your guard down, you were comfortable with your friend, and that was never something you should have done while guarding her life. You were smarter than this, smart enough to not let friendships get in the way of your job. But apparently, you weren’t. 

In could have been two seconds, or two hours. Your brain couldn’t tell, but soon you could make out the sound of footsteps. Four people stood in front of you, all yelling and moving around. You recognized Padme’s worried voice, the voice of Anakin shouting some orders at Ahsoka, the voice of Obi-wan. 

You had always wondered how Obi-wan did it. In the worst, the most stressful situations, he was the most calm. But there was nothing calm about his features  now. Even with the distorted vision you had, you could see how worried he was. Your body was lifted up from the ground, the mechanical arm wiring soft noises next to your ear. Which could only mean one thing. Anakin. Your vision was almost all black, but you could make out his messy hair, and the gloss that nw settled over his eyes. Where had everyone else gone? What was going on? 

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In that very moment, that very millisecond of time, everything stopped. There was no laughter, no light, no breathing, no air.  No more meetings, no more death, no more maps, no more holonet communications. No more fighter planes, no more cruisers, no more stars. There was only you and him, that’s all there ever was, all there ever will be. There were only his salty tears, but no sound to his voice. His Adams apple bobbed up and down as his mouth opened and closed. Maybe screaming, maybe screaming for someone, something, anything. Colors flashed passed your eyes, green like the garden in Coruscant, blue like the sea in Naboo, gold like the sands in Tatooine. Maybe this was how it was supposed to end, maybe this is how your story was written from the moment you were born. You would grow up, fight, and die. Never experiencing much else all the planets had to offer. Maybe when you died you would get the chance to rewrite your story, write it full of love and laughter. Maybe you’d wake up and this would all be a sick nightmare that you’d wake up from in a cold sweat. But maybe, just maybe this was it. This was all it is. This was dying. Is this what you’ve avoided all those times? Was this what innocent people saw? What countless Jedi saw everyday? What would Anakin see? Or Obi-wan, or Ahsoka? Would they see these colors? Or would they remember everything that happened in their lives? Would they remember the story they are leaving behind? The life, the legacy they have created? Would innocent lives mourn their deaths? Would children weep in the streets at their fallen bodies? Would anyone remember their names? Maybe time would pass, and their graves would grow moss like a sickness growing inside them. Maybe time would pass, and those weeping children would tell their children about the brave soldiers that fought for their freedom. Maybe there would be nothing, just a flash of light and then it would all be over. No remains of what once was. Maybe there would just be Anakin, holding your life in his arms, the life of his best friend, his equal, the one who he truly loves more than life and all the stars. Would you leave him to walk this world alone? Would you leave him to fight, to die, in a world who never understood him? But no other choice was given to you, there was no hand of another being, no light, no rope to pull you to a better place. There was no sign of anything else. Just his trembling hands, just his voice that you cannot hear over the pounding of your blood and the beating of your heart. Was this all there was? Just a vast open nothingness for you to live out the rest of eternity? This was the dance of death, this over and over spinning in circles waiting for something to change. You’ve danced this dance for years, maybe it was finally time for you to stop. Were you truly afraid of death? Or were you afraid of what you’d leave behind. Maybe you’ve gone mad. Or maybe, you’re finally seeing this world for what it truly has to offer you. Nothing but fear, for the world doesn’t make you, the world doesn’t shape your being, your existence, your soul. Only you do. You choose what you fear and what you do not, you choose whether you get back up and fight or whether or not you stand down. You choose, because this cold and unforgiving world will always try and choose for you, and trust that it never gives you the option you so desire. The planets will eat away at your body until you’re nothing but a memory, and maker be damned, but that’s not how this story will end. For this story, your story, is about you. And it will not end at the hand of some selfish bastard who didn’t even have the guts to kill you hand to hand. It will only end when you’ve truly had time to accept it. It will only end, once you’ve done everything you’ve been put here to do. Your story, Anakin’s story, the Galactic Republic’s story isn’t amazing, isn’t great, but it’s the only one you know. So get up, get up and fight for it. Get up and fight for a chance to permanently alter this story. Because if you do not do it now, you never will. 

-- 

Medical droids were busying themselves around you when you finally opened your eyes. It felt as if they’d been closed for a millennium. But the face you saw at the side of the bed was not the one you were expecting. Not the rough around the edges best friend of yours, but his padawan. 

“Ahsoka?” You whispered. Although you did not want to whisper, but your voice could barley form the words to speak. 

“Master Y/N!” She jumped up from her chair, rushing the medical droids over to examine you. She waited quietly, muttering something to R2 to beeped happily and left the room. Once the droids had left you once again, she came back over. 

“We’ve been so worried about you. Master Obi-wan has barley been seen by anyone, and Mas-” 

“Where is Anakin?” You croaked out. Not feeling bad that you had just completely cut the young girl off. 

“I just sent R2 to get him. He refused to leave this room for so long that Master Yoda had to force him out. It got kind of ugly, but he’s been sneaking in every night to see you. You’ve been out for a couple weeks-” 

“A couple weeks?” You croaked again, cutting her off again as well. 

A couple weeks? What had happened with the meetings? Padme? What was the conclusion the senators finally came to? 

So many questions went spiraling through your head that it began to pound. But before your thoughts had started to spiral too bad, you heard it. 

“Y/N.” You recognized that voice anywhere, you could pick it out of a crowd of a million people. You turned your head as much as you could, seeing him rush through the door and to your side. You didn’t know when Ahsoka left, but you were grateful to her for leaving you two alone in this moment. 

He sat on the bed, both his hands on the sides of your face. He looked pretty much the same, just some big bags under his eyes that weren’t there before. But you blocked that out, and closed your eyes as he connected his forehead to yours. The energy radiating off him would power the entire planet, and you wondered if his is how he’s been al these weeks that you laid here unmoving. 

“Is Padme okay?” You spoke softly, the roughness of your voice raising more alarms in Anakin’s mind. But he smiled, a smile of relief. 

“You saved her, you saved her life.” You nodded at that, feeling a knot of stress release itself within your body. “Maker I thought I lost you. I tried to be here, I didn’t leave for so long. I wanted to be here-” 

You cut him off my lightly laying your thumb over his lips, the rest of your hand resting on his cheeks like he had his only moments ago. 

“I know, Anakin.” The reassurance made the soft tears leave his eyes, and he closed them sharply. 

“You looked dead, you just went limp. You went limp in my arms, and all the color drained from your face. Your eyes, they were just dull.” He explained, reopening his eyes and looking to you. “I will never let anything like this happen again, I promise.” 

“I’m alive, I will be okay. I promised you long ago I would never leave you alone. And by all the stars as my witness I’m sticking to that promise Ani.” 

“I love you, Y/N.” 

You were still loopy, and not sure if the words you just heard were even real. Maybe you just imagined them in the state you are in. 

“W-what?” You asked him, your gaze never leaving his. 

“I love you, I’m in love with you. I just want you to know- I just, I can’t keep this inside anymore. I’ve loved you since I was a kid, and almost losing you. Holding your dying body in my arms, I-” He was still choking on his tears, leaving wet streaks down his gorgeous face. “I never want to be away from you. I am in love with you. And it would have killed me everyday of my life if I never got the chance to tell you that.” 

You didn’t know what to say, still half convinced this was a fever dream you’d soon wake up from. Your voice failed you, so instead you pulled him down to meet your lips. A simple thing you had imagined doing for so many years. You never would have imagined the warmth that radiated off of them, or how smooth they would feel against your own. You were both calm in that moment, but desperate to show how you felt other than using words. His lips were flushed as he pulled away, but not as flushed as his cheeks were. 

“I love you, Anakin Skywalker.” You said, a small chuckle leaving your lips as you said it. You never imagined that this situation would be how you both confessed your feelings for each other. You had always thought maybe on some remote planet far away, were you could get away from the war, from the order, and live in complete freedom and happiness. But instead, it was on a bed in the medical wing of Coruscant, with medical droids buzzing in the background. But it couldn't be more perfect to you, and it couldn't be more perfect to him. To Anakin Skywalker, the chosen one, to the love of your life. 

[friendball-irl]

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[CONNECTION REESTABLISHED]

"Hello, Rotumblr~! I'm ba-ack~! Here, let me turn on this camera..."

"There we go~! Now isn't that better? Don't I look great? I think the eye color change is my favorite part! The visible aura is also a nice touch."

"Sorry for disappearing yesterday, but I'm feeling SO much better, so I can't really feel bad about it, hehe!"

"Now, before I get into anything else, I first want to thank two individuals! Without them, I wouldn't be here in the first place!"

"The first is my new compatriot, Zagreus the Togetorpor! He's a neat Shadow-exclusive evolution of Togetic, would you believe it? Little guy has the signature move Shadow Blessing! Can close a person's heart just like that! It's great! I would have been screwed without him."

"And second, I owe part of this success to my dear old ex-friend Victoria Gonzap! I wouldn't have ever thought to try something like this if I hadn't seen how HAPPY she is with her life! I mean, she's strong, she's fearless, and she even survived getting killed! I mean, who does that?! Big inspiration for this, so I tip my hat to you Vic! Sorry for ruining our friendship, but I guess I can't really feel that kind of thing anymore, so neither of us lose anything!"

"Oh, and take a look at Andi! Doesn't she look beautiful~?"

[The camera turns to Andi, but she's... wrong. She's obviously been turned into a Shadow, but her colors are completely gone, leaving her monochrome. She turns to the camera and lets out a bloodcurdling screech before the camera turns back to Gray.]

"She looks so cool now! I think I'll call it... Eclipse Form! Yeah! That sounds right!"

"Now, I'm certain you're wondering! 'Gray! What're you gonna do now?' Well, I'm gonna tell ya!"

"The way that Shadow Blessing works is that it's gotta be consensual. Can't force someone into doing this! But it's so NICE being like this! Why would I want to keep this feeling all to myself???"

"So I'm coming back to Unova! But obviously I'm not gonna go home, no no! I'm gonna set up shop in the Dreamyard! It'll be my own little sanctuary to help people close up their pesky hearts! Free of charge, of course! It's a little charity!"

"But I know some people aren't going to like that very much, or they're going to want me to come back! That's going to be a problem! Well, let me tell you this..."

"I'll be waiting for you. And I won't go down without a fight. =)"

"That's all I have to say! I hope you all have a nice night! Or not! Hell if I care anymore! Teehee! Hehehehe! HehehehehehahahahahAHAHAHAHAH-"

CONNECTION TERMINATED]

Final Tarot Drawn: "Death"

Tarot Arc End

Apathy Arc Start

[acourtofthought]

First off, love your blog. Always well thought out backed with canon evidence.

You look at things from the big picture, and take context into consideration, something I noticed many El/riels do not.

Aside from trying to force the Koschei plot line on Az (a plot that ties to Lucien) you ever notice that the only theories they provide are centered around ways Az and Elain will end up together? They legit dismiss multiple plots and arcs in favor of Elriel. I never see them provide actual storylines that moves the series forward. Plots that account for the rest of the characters in ways that it does not diminish them (Making Lucien, Mor and Gwyn villains ) yet dismissing the actual villains, uniting the courts, and progressing the story in a positive way that keeps the IC in tact and drama free.

What I'm taking from their theories is an elriel book is going to revolve around conflict among the IC when the purpose of the series, especially given the crossover is to UNITE and push characters to be the best versions of themselves with the person they are meant to be with. Elain and Az would break bonds, political alliances and it would get messy. It already is messy and they have not even kissed. Sorry, but that is not how SJM writes. Her plot twists and conflicts are centered around actual villians, which we know are neither Lucien or Gwyn. Sure, in other books by other authors it would work, but that is not the case here. If as a reader you enjoy that type of drama and a book centered around how a couple overcome their family and friends rejection and takes up most of the conflict in the book, there are plenty of books with that trope.

With all that is going on, Beron, Koschei the queens, uniting the continent, the crossover, I can't imagine SJM would have time to write one book that doesn't make Elriel look selfish when there is an actual real problems to deal with (The meme of Kourtney Kardashian telling Kim " people are dying" comes to mind here lol)

Imagine Rhys and the IC having to deal with Az and Elain sneaking around and breaking alliances, please lol. That is not the direction SJM takes in her series. This trope for characters like Az and Elain does not move the overall arc forward, it sets the story back and makes them look like assholes TBH. IMO Elriel sunk in that bonus and for good reason.

Lucien and Elain arc are intertwined to move the series forward.

And then you have Az and Gwyn, their union would be welcomed and if Gwyn is Az's mate, his found family would be nothing but happy for him, we'd see Azriel heal in a positive way, the way we did with Chaol. AN Az and gwyn union cements the bonds with the IC and Valkyrie, and allies, it does not break any bonds unlike Elriel.

Sorry, but the way I see it they can’t fit elriel into the entire arc, and their theories never tie into the actual storyline and that is why Elriel was never meant as endgame when you look at the series and crossover holistically, it's pretty obvious.

Thank you!!

To start with Gwynriel, it is set up to be such a natural pairing when you consider their friends.

Cassian and Az are best friends / brothers because of found family.

Nesta and Gwyn are best friends / sisters because of found family.

While Elain is Nesta's blood sister, they aren't sisters in the way that sisters can sometimes be best friends. They care for one another, they protect one another, but I wouldn't say they have the healthiest dynamic. Nesta has always struggled to allow Elain to be independent especially when it involves things Nesta considers too dangerous and I don't think Elain feels truly comfortable letting her hair down around Nesta. I think their relationship will improve by the end of the series but I still don't think they'll be close in the way Nesta / Gwyn / Emerie are close.

So this natural relationship between Nesta and Gwyn, where Nesta is able to be the new version of her makes perfect sense if Gwyn were to end up with Az. Mates spending time together while also spending time with their found family / best friends. Actually, I have friends like this. The two girls have been best friends since they were younger and they married two guys that have also been best friends since when they were younger and to this day they take vacations together, sleep over at one another's house after parties, etc.

I don't think it hits the same when it's sisters marrying best friends when the sisters have a bit of a complicated relationship. I don't think Feyre / Nesta / Rhys / Cassian hanging out would feel quite as fun as Gwyn / Nesta / Az / Cassian hanging out.

As for future plots, I know that shipping E/riel means someone is going to create scenarios for them. E/riel defeating Koschei, E/riel making diplomatic visits together (which doesn't even make sense when we're specifically told Az likes to work from the shadows and he's not social). But until SJM writes the book we can't guarantee that won't happen. What confuses me though is how they create the exact plots that SJM seems to be hinting at for Elucien. How can someone ignore that SJM tells us it's LUCIEN who had been to Koschei's lake? That LUCIEN was setting his sights on his target. That Nesta wonders if ELAIN would not only visit the continent with tulips but the one to the South of that? That LUCIEN is permanently stationed in Spring and is their emissary to the Human Lands, that LUCIEN is the heir to Day, and that Nesta tells us Spring had been Made for someone like ELAIN, that she'd tell ELAIN to go if she could, that ELAIN needs Sunshine, that ELAIN is struggling with her lost humanity. Every single thing associated with Lucien SJM has also tied Elain to. But E/riels ignore every mention of Lucien in these places and insert Az instead. How can you just erase the set up for Lucien's story like that?

And I did say this in a recent post but to your point of forbidden love, first off, how does that even work logistically? Az doesn't have his own place. Elain doesn't have her own place. Are they really meeting in dark alleyways and seedy taverns? There is no where they can go in Velaris where someone isn't going to see something and report it back to the High Lord and High Lady.

Second, does anyone honestly believe the union of Az and Elain is so special that it needs to be forbidden love?

This isn't a mafia romance where they're worried about their families trying to take the other one out.

There are no real stakes to their relationship.

Seriously, no one really cares if Az and Elain want to be together.

If Elain opened her mouth and said a few words to Lucien, "Lucien, I want to be with Az" he would say, "OK". He left her because he knew she was still in love with Graysen, he obviously doesn't feel entitled to her just because he's her mate. Just like Rhys allowed his mate to nearly marry another man, just like Cassian allowed his mate to sleep with many other males, Lucien is not going to stand in the way of Elain's decision to be with someone else.

Rhys laid down his threat but say Az disobeys, what does anyone honestly think Rhys would do? Kick him out of the IC? Torture him?

The ONLY reason Rhys pulled rank is because he knew Az was being an idiot and he didn't have real feelings for Elain. Rhys ONLY pulled rank because he knew Az wasn't over Mor and Az really was planning on hooking up with Elain for "just one taste" and Az did nothing to convince him otherwise. That's Rhys's little sister, it's admirable that he was looking out for her when he knew his brother was being a hothead. And while I'm sure Rhys did consider what consequences could come from Az's idiocy (he's a smart character, of course he looks at all sides), we all know Lucien would have never done anything to jeopardize the peace they were all trying to attain. He was the one warning them to treat Tamlin better because he knew they'd need Tamlin's forces before all was said and done.

So yeah, the whole idea of Az and Elain sneaking around creates this shady love that they can't share with the family and friends who love them and just want them to be happy. It turns them into selfish characters who don't care about doing things the right way, who don't care about having actual conversations like grown ups do.

Forbidden love is a thing because even if the two characters sat down and had a rational and reasonable conversation with their parents / bosses / brother, etc their love would still be forbidden.

If Az and Elain sat down and said to Lucien and Rhys, "we're in love and we're sorry we hurt you", NO ONE would stand in their way and that means their love is not forbidden.

[mattdillon]

That fic sounds like a mess… no way would two- bit, who literally had every right to tell Pony’s older brother he was not feeling hot and was literally upset after pony collapsed, ever do that. And neither would Dally. Dally, who doesn’t fear much, would literally not want toget the wrath of Darry and literally lied to both Darry and Soda to a point . Do they banter from time to time? Yes, boys do. But never bullying…

it is, in fact, a huge mess. on a technical level they just copy + pasted the scene and switched the pronouns in a matter that was lazy, dallas' presence wasn't really adding anything, and it was clearly written by someone who falls prey to most of the jally fandom's [*] usual patterns of "johnny is my favorite and should be the main character because of his Suffering, how dare ponyboy, for even a second, not think about my woobie's feelings!" as a friend said, it was as if the author possessed dallas to yell at ponyboy.

and it's a weird thing to latch onto as a grievance. it's this scene that's been repurposed:

i am not saying ponyboy was an angel here because ponyboy himself knows he's acting out. what he said was hurtful, and he knew it as he said it yet couldn't control himself, like a hormonal traumatized teenager. which he is.

however the fic acts as if he's committed a mortal sin against johnny and the fic is mostly dallas telling ponyboy to shut up and be grateful with what he has. which dallas would not only never do, he'd have the perspective to know that having dead parents is not quite the same as having alive, abusive parents. i'd also like ot make note of the fact that dallas was a lot meaner directly to johnny later in the book

ponyboy made a moment's outburst and said he was sorry and understood it was about more than just his feelings at the moment. dallas directly aimed a nuke at johnny's face and shot it, reminding johnny his parents didn't care and ponyboy was hurt so much for johnny he wanted to cry.

and as for two bit my god two bit wouldn't have sanctioned that fic's nonsense, you're right anon. in the very cap i gave he's actively in denial that ponyboy is having a rough time at home (as, notably, is johnny). two bit would have never jumped in with dallas to make ponyboy feel like shit — his position in the narrative is that he sees all sides and while he was mad at ponyboy in the moment, he understood it too. he even says he knows ponyboy wouldn't mean it; he just gave an empty threat. and you're right that this is a huge discredit to two bit as well!

i guess some of my shock is that for as much as jallys talk and everything it's very clear they have real beef with ponyboy's position narratively and they clearly aren't really fans of johnny and dallas. the more i skim and dip into fics on that side of fandom, the more i realize how many of them really hate ponyboy being the protagonist at all and how much they make dallas either the prize, their self insert, or generally just a mouthpiece. i remember thinking a fic where dallas said he'd rather have just left ponyboy and left with johnny during the time in windrixville was the height of terrible writing about their relationship but i was. uh, wrong!

as someone who isn't even a fan of johnny [**] yet work really hard to not let that show through when i'm writing him ... goddamn.

[*] — this fandom seems to be a couple of fandoms in one tarp. you have the kumbaya curtis fandom which is strictly platonic or straight ship only brotherfics that are overwhelmingly popular, the post-canon fandom that exists and mainly has OFC or OC focus if canons aren't there, and then the various ship fandoms. jally and purly fandom seem to be the biggest ship fandoms, usually in conjunction with each other. jally fandom has a big presence on tumblr and a lot of fic output but a lot of jally fandom, when the number stacks up, tend to migrate often, don't have a lot of longer works, and generally don't retain longtime fandom engagement or create consistently updated works.

[**] — i don't like johnny in part due to the jally fandom being so obnoxious and possessive and because i got sick very quickly about how they believe everything ever should revolve around him. most days i try to be fairly neutral but at my worst i kinda want to make an edit of him being hit by that beam in the church with the goofy scream over it for how annoying people are about him.