#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 💪

໑୧﹒★﹒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 ♡

[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.

[cattyb2]

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? 

-

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.

[zorilleerrant]

for the ask game 1 6 and 7 please!

1. the character everyone gets wrong

I mean, I'm all about old Batman, but I can see why people are doing all different kinds of mix and match with his personality. There are so many different canons to choose from. So while a lot of the time I go no he wouldn't! I still get where they're coming from. (I just ignore all the stuff where people claim he's an abusive dad and I'm good.) But that's true of a lot of characters! And usually I'm even more okay than with Batman, because I'm not so protective of them! So like... it's weird that I get really >:( about Harley Quinn.

The kinds of Harleys I'm willing to accept cover a broad range, but they've got to have a handful of really specific traits, or I just don't buy it. The most important is that she has to genuinely want, or have genuinely wanted in the past, to hurt people for fun, and think it's funny to attack people and destroy things. It's cool if she reforms! I like a good redemption arc! But if she was forced into those things, or tricked, or thought it was for the greater good somehow, I don't know, that's just not Harley to me.

Another thing is that (highly controversial) she and the Joker had to genuinely be in love, and she had to be the one pushing the relationship, especially the sexual aspects which Mr. J's just really not into, and only doing for her benefit. Toxic, yes, kind of an asshole, sure if you want, not aware of other people's feelings, absolutely, but intentionally abusive, no, that undercuts their whole villain dynamic. He has to be a good mentor or she's not a real sidekick, and she has to be a real sidekick or her arc makes no sense. They're mirrors to Batman and Robin, and so they have to have the trust, devotion, caring, and intimacy that Batman and Robin have. It's great if she gets mad at him after! But there have to be lots of good parts in there with the bad, not just Ivy covering for him or whatever.

People also have a tendency to write her dumb. And that's probably wrapped up in a whole bunch of structural bigotry and related narrative conventions, but we should remember that she was already a practicing doctor and a trained acrobat by the time she started her supervillain career. Three careers already! Ones that take a lot of study! She was an expert in not only medicine (multiple kinds, if people's inability to keep track of her degrees is any indication), kinesiology, aerodynamics, etc. but she also became an expert in explosives and various kinds of chemistry, as well as expanding her understanding of biology to create e.g. Joker Fish. She's a mastermind! She's either running the plans or letting Mr. J take point so that there's more give and take in their relationship, and neither of them keep talking over each other. She's just, you know, one of those high int low wis characters.

Because will Harley say dumbassery? You bet she will. She does not believe in reindeer. She will say 'no one could live underwater' to Aquaman's face, and then if someone repeats it back to her later, she'll say 'that's dumb, what about Aquaman?' She's thought to herself that she could bake cookies way faster if she just blasted them with a flame rifle, and then tried it, and then tried it again three months later. She'll correct your entire complicated math equation and only at the end ask what the completely imaginary element you made up is, and what does it look like, what does it even do? And also she thinks hyenas are good pets, like, generally.

She needs to love hyenas soooooo much.

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

TimKon hands down. They're SO mean to TimBer, even though they could just... not look at those fics and drawings and stuff. I mean it's a much smaller ship, canon or not! We're exactly competing with them. And the ones who do like TimBer are constantly trying to convert you to the other one being like 'oh you can ship them all together! you can ship both!' and like. I do not want to ship them all together. I do not want to ship both. I just want to have my one ship and not have other people constantly try to make it about the other ship. The TimSteph shippers aren't doing this to me!

However, I think if you're an actual professional in the comics world, it's probably DamiJon, because they legit go on social media and threaten people about their ship, so.

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

Two Face, I think. People want to flatten his personality so much, and then they only read him in relation to another character, and it's all about how he's Bruce's bf or Jason's dad or whatever, and it just... he's such a complex character and there's so much good canon about him and everyone wants to just be like 'let's kill the bad alter and then he'll just be nice Harvey again!' and like... leave Twoey alone, he's just doing his best in a world that's dangerous to both of them. So now whenever he appears I roll my eyes and I'm like, great, this is going to start a whole thing isn't it.

[creations-by-chaosfay]

If you're new to quilting, or even a long time quilter, looking for an easier way to bind your quilts, I have something for you. It's a binding technique four generations of my family have been using (yes, I'm a fourth generation quilter).

Here's the link. It has pictures and written instructions. When I saw this is easy, I mean it. I've used the mitered corner technique more commonly used by modern quilters, but I find it to be a major hassle, and neither of my sewing machines like it either. This one, though, is much loved.

Oh, and it's only $1 USD (with an option to pay more).

[carpehistoryandthepens]

Legacy (what is a legacy?) Part 2

part one

It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me

Hamilton, the world was wide enough. LMM.

Summary: Mike is 13. Born May 2009. Sid didn’t know he had a son. All Mike had was hope and a prayer for his and his half-sister’s safety.

(Sid is a dad of a teen he didn’t know about AU) Sidgeno.

Warnings: (for the total story) post-child abuse (all off-screen but it affects things and is spoken about often), learning how to parent, panic attacks, anxiety, based on last season, OCs?, realization about sexuality. Post breakups. Desperate lack of in-depth research for CPS in both PA/CA, melodrama?, kidfic, angst, slowburn, playing fast and loose with the law for drama/storytelling purposes.

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The first of two things Sid learned over the far-too-long summer was that he was getting older. The second, and probably most important, thing was that time was passing far too fucking fast. 

Nate's Cup Party had taught him both lessons. It had taken him more than two days to recover from Nate's damn Cup Party, which was, in Sid's opinion, at least a day too long. To be fair to himself, he didn't drink like that anymore, and he felt it for days. If Sid ever won the cup again, he would need the whole damn summer to recover from the Cup Parties. Nevertheless, Sid looked forward to it. 

(Geno laughed endlessly when Sid grumbled about the recovery time over one of their regular summer chats. Of course, Geno could laugh. He had been the talk of the locker room when he had chosen to stop drinking in the season nearly ten years ago. And he loved to chirp to the team when he could in revenge. 

Tanger could out-drink them all and would do so without a blink of an eye and had kindly chosen not to lord that over the team's head unless it was amusing.)

The Cup Party had all of Nate's friends, draft class, and other guys who were damn near ten years or younger than Sid. He had been surrounded by people who told him they looked up to him. They were the reason Sid had drunk that much. 

Most of his Cole Harbor friends were relieved that Sid had chosen to come out with them. Sid would have been offended about it; he wasn't that petty or competitive not to go to Nate's Cup Party. Except he knew they didn't think that (...mostly….) and were more concerned about his 'broken heart' from the last season. 

He and Kathy had broken up during the last season. She stayed until just after his five-hundredth goal - and Jesus, that made him feel old - but they knew they had been on the rocks for ages before then. They were ready for the change, but neither made it for so long; Sid was honestly surprised when they ended it. 

But with Kathy gone for a while now and their relationship clearly not recovering in the summer like half of Sid's friends and family expected, it was good to let go and just have fun without worrying about anything. So, his friends piled on the alcohol, and Sid let them. 

He did have to try hard to be the drunkest person at Nate's party. He made the top five. Definitely, Nate just missed when he was at his most drunk. Sid wasn't dancing on tables, but damn, he was definitely drunken dancing at that party. Thankfully Nate's cup party was a closed party. 

Sid sighed as he got to the rink. Driving in Pittsburgh traffic before the season started made him reflect on things more than he wanted to. He pulled his small gear bag out of his car – most of his equipment was already in the capable hands of the equipment staff - and waved at the security guard by the back entrance of the Cranberry practice rink that most players entered. 

Sid greeted more people as he walked from the back entrance to the locker room. Tanger called out a greeting to him from where he was warming up on a stationary bike. Sid nodded back; they would talk more on the ice or afterward. 

Tanger was one of the only people who didn't believe that Sid and Kathy would get back together during the summer. The others were Geno and Taylor. Everyone else was positive they would get back together, even his close friends from home. Even Nate. 

And well, despite the fact he and Kathy still had many of the same ideas and goals in a relationship, such as wanting children but wanting to wait or how much they worked as a couple, they both knew they were growing unhappy, and it was getting worse every year.

They looked at each other over dinner weeks after his five-hundredth goal game. Sid had looked up and seen his worry and resignation reflected in her eyes, and, long story short, they broke up.  

They both wanted to be friends but knew they needed a lot of time to get to that point. They had spoken a few weeks ago. Kathy had found a boyfriend, and she was serious about him. She was happy.

And Sid?  

Sid was truthfully so happy for her. But it killed him a little on the inside. While he didn't miss her in a way, he would think he wanted her back, but Sid wanted what Kathy could bring him, and that was a family. But wanting a family wasn't good enough to justify a relationship that wasn't making either of them happy. Thankfully Kathy seemed to understand and feel the same way. 

When they spoke last, she had said something along those lines. Again, Sid felt called out and seen all at once.  

Now that he was back in Pittsburgh, he saw families with children around him. The delivery of the season tickets was complicated because Sid got families for both visits.

Tanger liked to tease him that he would steal a baby or a toddler if his baby's hunger got any worse, but Sid also watched the teens. When parents interacted with their older children, he wished he could too. He wanted the experience of raising children - including teens, pre-teens, and young children, and seeing the adults they would grow into.

Every other time he had felt this way before, both he and Kathy reminded each other why they chose to wait. 

Sid didn't want to be an absent father, and Kathy hadn't wanted to be a functionally single mother. He wanted to be there for his children's lives. Sid didn't want to lose all the firsts and the important events in his kids' lives. A life with hockey was not a life he would be able to do and stay in his kids' lives. 

He might want to be a dad so desperately, but he wanted to be there for their lives, not just be a voice on the phone. He saw how hard it was for Geno, Tanger, and the other guys. While most players didn't choose to wait as he did, they understood what was being given up. 

Sid just chose the opposite of most. He sighed as he finished getting to his gear, quickly grabbed two sticks to tape, and headed out to the rink. He was dwelling, and he hated to start a season like that. 

But the problem was that there were kids and families everywhere he went, and honestly, Sid was already looking forward to closed practices. Of course, it didn't help him that every practice since camp opened was crowded with families.

This practice was on a school day officially, and Sid had hoped that he would see fewer families in the stands, but as with every practice since training camp opened, it was well attended. So Sid did his best to shove his want and longing back where it always was and shifted his attention to practice. 

Sid stepped onto the ice and looked around, noting who was on the ice and who wasn't from his group. Raks and Guentzy skated over and did a few warm-up laps together. While Rakell's presence in his group had been a light surprise, Sully warned Geno and Sid that lines were being shifted around. 

Geno's group had skated earlier in the day. He said he would wait until Sid was done with his ice time, and they would have lunch at his house before Nikita came home.

Sid couldn't wait. He always loved talking with Geno. Especially after nearly losing him this summer. As he passed behind one of the goals set up in front of the stands, a boy caught his eye. 

The kid was dark-haired, exhausted looking with bags under his eyes, and there was a little girl about three sleeping on a large, overstuffed rolling hockey bag with an oversized jacket draped over her like a blanket. The boy had one hand on her head, gently petting her hair, and his eyes were focused on the ice. 

Sid tore his eyes away from the pair. He didn't see a responsible adult for them, so he could only assume the teen was on one of the U16 teams that played out of the rink. He had other things to worry about, like his practice. 

So Sid continued to shove his wants and longing down. Some day. Not now. Hockey now  Nothing has changed. 

He ignored how much the kid looked like his parents' photo of him and Taylor at one of his games when he was 14. All hockey concentration, family protectiveness, and that same determination set to his mouth and eyes. 

Sid threw himself into getting ready for practice, learning about his new guys on the team, and catching up with the older guys. He talks to Geno about Nikita and his new school, Tanger about Alex and how they spent the summer training, Racks about his new baby, Tags about his impending son (any day now and his wife was so ready), and any of the fathers on the team. 

Sid did his best to ignore the pain and how much the kid looked like a picture Sid had of himself with Taylor.