#tharn really has a thing for being held down

[ohshinytrinketsmine]

Bonus: Tharn's in-dream reaction face that swallow.. you're not even fooling yourself dude

Why are you blushing? We used to shower together a lot at the camp. Or is it because... you are feeling something this time?

Dream Phaya asking all the right questions hehehe

The Sign ep 4

[whyamistillwatchingtheseshows]

Are there any couples (bl or just celebrities in general) that you think might actually be together in real life? Let’s speculate ❤️ its all in good fun (if you don’t like speculating... just ignore this please 😂)

I love speculating, but let me put out a disclaimer: It’s all fine and dandy to ship “real people” so as long as one is being respectful about it. One thing I will never do is speculate this with the people in question. My thing is, nothing is impossible. No one could look me in the eyes and say they can’t be together, it’s just impossible. Well, I’d have to ask why is it impossible? 

Why is so out of the ordinary that perhaps Mew and Gulf could be together for real? Sometimes, people argue why is it always about romance? Why can’t we leave it alone and call it a really good friendship? Well, that’s up to the viewer. How do they define platonic and romantic? For example, to me there are a few things Mew and Gulf have done that exceed a friendship level...

Still I teeter the fence when it comes to “real life” shipping. Unfortunately, Thailand (Thai BL) MARKETS the shit out of it. It’s a job, first and foremost for those boys. It’s the way they make money and their sexual orientation has nothing to do with that. They are simply in it for the money whether straight, gay, bi, lesbian etc. Whether they choose to identify that is also up to the actor/actress. Never should us fans be nagging and forcing anyone to ‘come out.’ Fans should also be respectful of any partners the actors/actresses have outside of the marketed ship. I know that there was a debacle with fans over partners that TayNew (another Thai BL ship) had. It sent fans into a frenzy because Tay and New belong together...but how do you know?

It’s not up to us to POLICE these young men or women we watch in these BL shows. It actually gets even harder to truly “ship” anyone outside of BL, because industries run differently. For instance, I might be a sort of ...let’s say “peeper” when it comes to Cockles, which is that of Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins. But for me that kinda goes both ways. Cockles is simply a name for them together and their bond had become something hella special over the years they worked on Supernatural together. Could I speculate that Ackles and Collins would cross the line of platonic more so than j2, which is Jared Padalecki and Ackles...yes, I do think Cockles could delve into romance. 

It’s tricky with real life shipping, because most people want their privacy. However, I won’t shame anyone for thinking that any of the boys from BL shows are together, especially Thai BL, because they totally make that for you. I don’t think every Thai BL ship is together, but I won’t rule it out. For example, if there was announcement that Mew and Gulf actually got married it’d be of zilch surprise to me. Or if any of them announced from OffGun to TayNew, ZaintSee, BrightWin...seriously, it wouldn’t surprise me. It’s also because ever since I started watching these shows I do not and have ever held the view that they are straight actors. Maybe some of them are, maybe some of them aren’t, and some of them fell into a pit of discovery (Bright) as they worked on their shows. 

It also becomes hella tricky for Thailand because as far as I know same sex marriage hasn’t been legalized. So imagine being any of those boys and actually developing feelings *coughs* Mew Suppasit, but you can’t get married in your own country? However, you can get “married” for marketing the ship and sort of like an interview process to describe your dream wedding, etc... it’s like the teen magazines with the excerpts on your fav celeb, but live action interviews that pawn off a brand or pretend to marry...I watched that video thinking this is Tharn and Type’s future, mainly because I hadn’t found the original. I found a fan version with music and shit, but someone led me to an upload of the original and said it’s MewGulf. I went what?  No, what? OKay....I hate watching this wedding video because it is WHIPLASH. 

Anyway, anon, before this gets any longer, I’ll stop here. It’s safe to say that if there is one BL couple that could ever be legit it’d be MewGulf for me. However, there could be a possibility that Mew and Gulf’s age differences start to clash. Gulf is a mature 23 year old yes, but Mew turned 29...he’s creeping into wanting to settle down territory. They may want different things, but who the hell knows.

That’s the rub, WE NEVER REALLY KNOW and WILL NEVER KNOW unless somehow we get to live Zee Pruk’s fanboy dream and become friends with your celeb crush then be in a show with him and have smexy scenes. Then continue to have a RAGING crush on that said person (Saint) and love that fact that he totally teases the shit out of you about it....more than friends? 

WHO KNOWS. What I do try to stick to is the characters. Tharn and Type together forever. Fighter and Tutor together forever. Sometimes though I have seen the actors do something together at a fan meet and I go, wait a minute I want to see Tharn and Type do that so let me write up a fic for them. So it’s funny, because the “real life” ship supplies me material for the fictional ship.  

Okay, it got longer. If you made it through this anon. Yay! 

[bldreamer]

You See Me Bare | TT

TharnType:

Summary: Type takes care of Tharn.  Genre: Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Ep 12 tag. Missing Scene. Warnings: None?

A/N: Extra special thanks to @kdramama xo

It’s almost three in the morning and Type is staring at the ceiling. Face throbbing something fierce. Thoughts buzzing around in his head.

Tharn is laid beside him, curled under the covers, one hand clinging to Type’s fingers even in sleep. It’s like he’s afraid if he lets go, he’ll be forced to let go forever.

Type lets out a slow breath. He has a lot of making up to do. A lot of trust to rebuild. Tharn won’t hold anything against him for long. He’s too good for that. Too pure. But Type will do better in any case. For Tharn, whos been forced to lose so much in his life. Type will make up for each and every soul Tharn is missing.

Even Lhong.

Because as much as he loathes the man with every fiber of his being. For his selfishness and his twisted imitation of love. For the pain and anguish he’s caused Tharn over the past four years. He was still Tharn’s best friend, his unwavering shadow. And now he’s gone. Another missing piece to add to Tharn’s broken collection of voids.

The thought alone almost makes Type question whether or not he did the right thing. He knows Lhong deserves every bit of misery the world has to spare. Type only wishes he could have spared Tharn the heartache that came with exposing him.

Tharn twitches next to him, his breath hitching in his sleep.

Type turns to lay on his side. He reaches his free hand out to brush Tharn’s fringe back. His skin feels warm. A little clammy.

“Ssh,” Type whispers in the dark, cupping his face gently.

There are dark smudges under Tharn eyes, frown lines even in his sleep. Type’s chest aches because he knows he put them there. On Tharn’s beautiful face. He put those ugly marks there.

A tear falls from Tharn’s closed eyelid and falls over his nose.

Type brushes it away with his thumb. “Don’t cry. Please don’t cry,” he whispers, a lump building his throat. “I don’t think I can stand it again.”

Type never understood this kind of love before. The kind people write songs and sonnets about. The kind where people say they’d rather suffer unbearable agony for a thousand years than watch their loved one shed a tear for even a second.

Type always thought it was some kind of myth.

Until Tharn.

Until he got on his knees and begged. Begging him not to go. He’d do anything. It was then Type knew he’d do anything in return. Anything for Tharn. Including letting him go.

A too warm hand tightens around his fingers. Tharn’s kiss bruised lips mumbling something unintelligible.

Type vaguely remembers once clinging to Tharn’s shirt, fingers gripping the white fabric, nails digging into Tharn’s skin. Begging him to help as his most horrid memories flashed through his unconscious. The only person that’s ever been able to comfort him had been his father before that day. He’s lost count how many times since Tharn has rubbed a soothing hand over his shoulder or muttered a kind word to get his mind off of something bugging him.

Type shuffles closer, tucking Tharn’s head under his chin. The pillow catches the bruises on his cheek but he doesn’t mind. It’s worth it when Tharn moves to fit perfectly into his chest. His hot breath next to his collarbone.

“I’m here,” Type promises, smoothing Tharn’s hair at the back of his neck. The warmth radiating from him. “I’m here with you.”

Type doesn’t think he’ll ever understand what he did to deserve such a person like Tharn. But he’ll stop questioning it. He’ll learn to let it be.

Type presses a kiss to the top of his head. “I’ll never leave again.”

Tharn’s breathing evens out, fingers loosening their grip. He shifts on the pillow and lets out a long sigh, damp blearing eyes blinking up.

Even in the dark, his face looks more flushed than it did five minutes ago. Type thinks about the first-aid still laid in the middle of the floor. The glass of ice now melted into cool water on the bedside table behind him.

“Tharn?” he whispers, gently waking him up the rest of the way. “Hey, Tharn?”

Tharn responds by tucking himself closer, laying on Type’s arm.

Type pulls away, puts a hand to his cheek. “Tharn, wake up a second.”

“Hmm, Ty-?”

“Mh, I need to get up.”

Tharn frowns, “Why?” he asks, voice thick with sleep.    

“I think you’re getting a fever,” Type explains. “I saw some medicine in the box earlier.”

Tharn shakes his head.

“If you get sick, it’ll be my fault.” Type moves to pull his arm out from under Tharn’s head. “Just let me get them.”

“Don’t leave,” Tharn pouts, tugging his hand closer under the covers.

Type smiles fondly. It’s so rare he sees this side of Tharn. The one that pouts and demands affection and care. He’s always so intent on giving it, he misses out on being the receiver. It’s another thing Type mentally adds to the list for the future.  

“I’m not leaving. It’s right there on the floor.” Type gestures to it.

“‘'m tired.”

Type huffs a quiet chuckle. “I know. But my fingers are starting to go numb and you’re sweaty.”

Sleepy Tharn always takes longer to think about things than regular Tharn. Sleepy feverish and emotionally bruised Tharn takes what feels like a lifetime to consider Type’s proposal. Eventually, he nods and gingerly lets go of the hand he’s had in a vice grip since they laid down.  

Type flexes his fingers -he wasn’t kidding about the numbness- and crawls to the end of the bed to reach for the first aid kit. He remembers Tharn insisting on getting one when they first moved in together. He thought it was a waste of money and told Tharn as much, complaining the whole way around the store. It seems so silly now.

He snaps the lid open on the box and taps out two pills into his hand after reading the recommended dose on the bottle inside. He’s been awake so long his eyes have adjusted to the moonlight coming in through their thin linen curtains.

“Here,” he says, holding a hand out. “Sit up and take them.”

Tharn pouts, bottom lip curling, head on the pillow meant to be Type’s.

Type sighs, shaking his head. “You’re really going to make me do it?” he asks, though it’s rhetorical.

He puts the pills next to the glass of melted ice and puts his hands under Tharn’s armpits to pull him up and against his chest.

“Here, you big baby,” he teases, wrapping an arm around Tharn and feeding him the pills one at a time, pushing them between his bruised lips before offering him the water to wash them down with.

Type presses a soft kiss to his mouth after he swallows, his nose nudging Tharn’s warm cheek.

Tharn’s fingers brush the fingerprints on his neck that have started to blossom in the last few hours. By morning his voice will probably sound like he’s chewed on gravel all night but what’s done is done.

“Does it hurt?” Tharn asks, catching his red skin. Eyes a little more alert.

Type tuts, pulling his hand away. “What do you think?”

He threads their fingers together, noticing how much bigger Tharn’s hands than his. He’s never noticed it before now. They’ve never held hands before now. Type refused, until now.

“Why did you just lay there?”

“I could have taken him, right?” Type smirks. He sighs when he sees the lingering pain in Tharn’s eyes. “That wasn’t the point. I was trying to get him to show his true colors. Not have me show mine.”  

“Mh.” Tharn nudges closer. “I couldn’t move.”

Type’s eyebrows knit together. “What?”

“I saw his hands around your neck and I couldn’t move. I tried. But it was like my feet were paralyzed. You just seemed so far away. So out of reach. If I’d have gotten there sooner-”

“You weren’t supposed to be there at all,” Type cuts him short. “Damn, Thorn.”

“I keep thinking, what if I was a second later, what if my feet had been a moment slower, and he picked up the rock before we could stop him.”

Type tuts and flicks in between Tharn’s eyes, earning him a half-hearted whine. “Idiot,” he mutters. “Stop thinking this is still your fault. If anything would have happened to me, it would have been my own responsibility.” He leans back against the headboard and pulls Tharn with him. “Besides, this will be the first and last time I lose a fight.”

“No more fights,” Tharn quickly says into his chest. “I’m tired of fighting.”

Type knows he isn’t just talking about physical punches. The words hang in the air like a thick fog. Making it hard to Type to breath.

“No more fights,” he promises, pushing Tharn’s hair back to feel his forehead. “Still warm,” he says. “Do you have a headache?”

Tharn slowly nods.

“Go to sleep. What is it they say? Everything will seem better by morning.” Type pulls the covers up and around Tharn’s shoulders.

“I love you,” Tharn whispers.

Type smiles.

Despite everything. It’s the one lesson Type is grateful for. The lesson in how much he loves Tharn. And Type knows he loves Tharn the most.

“I love you too,” he says.

It gets easier each time he does.

[talldarkandroguesome]

23rd of Hearthfire, Fredas

As we made the last day worth of walking to Falkreath, Tharn was in fine form. Perhaps because we were going to be in a place where we would have some privacy by the evening.

It was mostly his insulting my being so feminine. As if he did not find it alluring and one of the reasons he has accepted using my body for his pleasure as a payment for his lessons. Something I only continued to exaggerate by changing my posture and the way I walked and moved to be more and more feminine as we continued.

The teasing use of the name master mage I do not particularly like, but it is hardly worth a second thought. His teasing about my being able to request not to go on any mission which involve the undead is more upsetting however. As though I would let fear dictate what I would or would not do! In defense I told him that I would make sure that he was there to protect me. The more he tried to get under my skin with the comments, the more I leaned into the facade, saying that I knew that his big, powerful spells would be able to protect me. I could see that glint in his eyes. That look of power. I had to stop myself from getting too interested, lest anyone else begin to see what was between us.

Of course, it was enough insults that Tel took me aside later to ask if I was alright. They said they really liked my new look but if Tharn was really bothering me, they would get him to stop.

I told Tel that it was unnecessary. I played it all off saying that I had realized that this was Tharn’s way of bonding with people. Strange and a bit juvenile, but it was his way to get to know people. I also said that I found the best course was to ignore him or to play back. I said that the more I played back, the closer he and Tharn had gotten and that it was a sort of friendly game between us as a result.

Tel said that as much as they liked it all on me, they did not wish to see me be hurt by anything that Tharn said, nor that they wished me to feel as though I had to be more feminine as a result of Tharn’s words. I diverted the conversation by leaning in close and telling them just how much I was interested in their approval of my new look. It was not a lie, simply that I chose to focus on that particular information at that particular time.

We reached Falkreath and headed to the Mage’s Guild, only to find that they had just closed for the evening. With our method of getting home delayed, Lyris asked where we would like to camp.

Even before Tharn could open his mouth to complain, I said that I would be happy to get us all rooms and I would not listen to any complaints. I could hear the grumbling of several of my companions as I led the way to my favorite inn. I knew that there would be enough room for each of us to have a room and a chance for a decent meal and drinks everyone could enjoy.

I headed over and was glad to see a few familiar faces. It had been a while since I had been to Falkreath for pleasure and, while aging is natural, I was glad to see that I was still recognized. We were given a warm welcome and five rooms.

Everyone settled in for a meal and drinks. We had the chance to actual relax and I think I even saw Sai Sahan let go of some of that usual tension.

As things began to wind down, Tharn went to his room, saying he needed to put some affairs in order. I excused myself to run some errands around town. Tel asked about joining me, but I said I wanted to go along because I had a surprise for everyone.

Then I went out to the shops. I picked up a little something for my various companions. Most importantly, however, I bought myself a good corset, chemise, and dress. I also got a small palate of soft makeup colors.

I knew how to get in the back door and up the servant stairs in the inn and I deposited the gifts for Sai Sahan, Lyris, and Er-Jaseen in their rooms. Then I got into my new attire and did my makeup. I made sure to puff up the chemise in the front and tighten my corset to make a nice hourglass shape before I slipped over to Tharn’s room.

I knocked and when he answered, I held my head down. At first he did not seem to recognize me until I began to speak, telling him I was there to fulfill the payment of lessons he had offered.

Then it all seemed to snap together for him. His grin spread as he lead me over to the bed, shutting and locking the door behind. As soon as it was, our usual dynamic resurfaced. He tried to taunt me by saying that he could almost believe that I was a professional prostitute by my attire and demeanor. I replied that how did he know I was not? Was I not his personal whore to use for the night already?

He did not last long after that. Though it was enough time to be enjoyable and I assured him that I still owed him further payment since he had spent so long providing my lessons while we had waited for the others at the pass. He was happy to agree and told me he expected that I should provide at least this level of service in the future. I assured Tharn that I aimed to serve him to his preference.

Then I peered down the stairs to check who was still in the tavern and saw that Lyris and Tel were still up laughing and talking, so I slipped back into our room. I knew that it was getting to be the time that Tel typically preferred to sleep. So I touched up my makeup and combed and put up my hair and waited for Tel to return.

When they opened the door their mouth dropped open. I asked how they liked their surprise. Tel said he had no idea that I had gotten back yet, though their eyes were busy taking in all of what I wore. I told them that if I had let them know I was back they would have followed and spoiled the surprise.

Tel seemed very flattered that I would go to the effort on their behalf and covered me in kisses and soft touches. I was already riled up from having met with Tharn earlier and the look of desire on their face.

I had missed being with a partner who actually cared about whether or not I had to take care of my own needs on my own. As much as I enjoy the domination and humiliation, there is a time and a place for reciprocation. And I drank it up heartily, both of us taking turns indulging the other’s needs until we both needed to rest.

I must say, I am looking forward to being back in Davon’s Watch. I am ready to start bringing this mission to an end.

[occasionally-writing]

We’re Soulmates!

A/N: I...am not sure if I am quite proud of this one, but I tried my best. This was my first soulmate kind of fanfic and like I said, I really don’t think it’s too good. I’m sorry if this isn’t too good @whatisadecentusername. This is heavily based of episode six and unless I say so otherwise...I don’t think I should really do anymore soulmates/soulmark fanfics due to how much I struggled with this. I want to make good stuff and I just don’t think I did okay one this. Other than that, I hope you and everyone else likes it.

Summary: To Tharn, sharing a soulmark with Type was hard and Type finally realizes he was wrong and tries to make it up to Tharn by apologizing to him.

Word Count: 2000

Laying his bed with his headphones in, Tharn kept his gaze out the window, examining the night sky as he was left alone in his and Type’s dorm room. The last few days have been disastrous and honestly so depressing that Tharn hasn’t been in the mood for anything. He had been skipping classes and eating his meals was another thing he hasn’t been doing well on. He barely ate anything for breakfast or lunch and he had completely skipped dinner. Shaking the thought of food out of his head, Tharn buried his face in the pillow and stared down at his wrist where a small tattoo like mark of a musical note attached to a soccer ball rested on the inside of his arm. Reaching out, Tharn rubbed at it softly with his thumb as he felt the emotion he was feeling earlier at the bar rise up again. Sniffing softly, Tharn buried his soulmark arm away from his line of sight before he slammed his eyes shut, sealing the tears that were threatening to spill from them inside. Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to get some sleep, Tharn just rested with his eyes closed as he thought about everything that happened earlier within the day. 

“You’re seeing another person, Type! I have a right to be mad! We’re sharing soulmarks for fucks sake!” Tharn growled out, meeting Type head on once he finally got home from being on a date with that girl. Tharn could not believe that he had to hear from Techno that his soul partner was on a date and seeing another girl while they were in a casual relationship and having sex literally almost every night. Hearing the growl that Type let out as they continued to yell and scream at each other, Tharn felt his mind snap as he lost his cool and yelled something he knew he usually wouldn’t say on any circumstance. “You’re my bitch!”

The punch that Type landed right across his face knocked him back to his senses a bit once he realized what he shouted. Listening to Type scream at him about not having a right to demand who he had sex with or who he saw, Tharn tried to keep the tears out of his eyes as he held his face, continuing to listen to Type go off until he finally stopped, panting as he tried to catch his breath while he glared at the silent Tharn. Not saying another word, Tharn moved his teary gaze away from Type and only observed from the corner of his eye as Type gathered his pillow and comforter, leaving the room with the dorm door slamming shut as he left, most likely heading next door to sleep for the night. Feeling his cheek throb under his hand as his tears finally fell, Tharn took a shaky breath in and out as his body began to tremble, letting out everything he was holding back in that moment. It wasn’t long before he finally moved and just collapsed in his bed, burying his face in his pillow so it could muffle the cries and whimpers that were leaking out no matter how hard he tried to conceal them. 

Opening his eyes as the sunlight beamed through the window, Tharn winced as it burned them before he slowly pushed himself up, turning around a bit to glance at Type’s bed. Noticing the pillow and comforter back on the bed, Tharn knew that Type had come back while he was asleep and must’ve left without saying anything to him. There wasn’t even breakfast waiting for him and why would he be surprised after what had happened yesterday? Letting out a shaky sigh, Tharn pushed himself off his bed and moved towards the bathroom, staring hard at himself in the mirror as he noticed a slight bruise developing where Type had punched him along with his red and swollen eyes that must be from him crying in his sleep most of the night. Filling the sink with water, Tharn splashed some of the cool water on his face before he let it drain and he undressed to head into the shower, knowing he couldn’t lay around and mope for the rest of the day. He had classes and he had to show Type that what he said wasn’t going to affect him. 

“You don’t look any better today than you did yesterday...seriously Tharn, what is wrong?” Long sighed, examining his friend as Tharn continued to look out the window. Looking him up and down, Long couldn’t help but notice how his eye bags which were there yesterday were still around and possibly darker than they were the day before as well. He knew that it had something to do with Type but Long had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to really drag it out of Tharn, since his friend usually kept the things that hurt him to himself. Placing his hand on Tharn’s shoulder, Long squeezed it and grinned sadly when he finally got Tharn’s attention. “Tharn, I know it’s not something you’d want to hear but...maybe you should get over Type. I know you guys are soulmark mates and all, but you know not everyone has to have matching soulmarks to be happy. A lot of couples who don’t share one end up happy...maybe you should think about that?”

“Long...I know…” Tharn sighed, feeling another wave of emotion wash over him before he steeled himself, feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. Taking it out, Tharn brought his attention from his friend to look at the text message, feeling his heart grow cold as he noticed it was from Type and how he listed things that people do in casual relationships. Gritting his teeth as his jaw tensed, Tharn blinked away the tears and shut off his phone, shoving it back in his pocket as he opened his desk, giving Long one look. “I’m leaving and skipping afternoon classes…”

Ignoring his friend’s attempts to keep him there, Tharn stomped out of the classroom and out of his faculty’s building, practically storming past all the people who were giving him nervous looks. Once he finally reached the dormitory, Tharn rode the elevator up and threw open his door, kicking off his shoes harshly before he moved towards the bathroom, wanting to take a shower to cool off before he lost whatever composure he had left. Not noticing the sound of the door to their dorm open, along with shoes being kicked off, Tharn opened the bathroom door and walked out in nothing but a towel, right into Type. Staring each other down for a moment, Tharn swallowed the lump in his throat and moved passed him, walking towards his dresser to get some pajamas out. They had a talk that Tharn desperately wanted to avoid but he held back his feelings and just laid down his bed and listened to Type get ready for his date and leave. 

“Tharn…? Are you awake?” Keeping silent as the door opened to their dorm and Type walked in, Tharn kept his eyes closed as his roommate and soulmark mate entered further in and kicked off his shoes, making his way to his bed before the mattress creaked at the extra weight and an arm wrapped around his waist, holding on tightly as Type snuggled into his back, sounding close to tears. Hearing his apologies, Tharn opened his eyes slightly and moved to take his headphones off, placing them on the bedside table before he turned on his back so he could give Type his attention, despite wanting to sleep and forget everything that happened. “I can’t believe I said those things to you...I’m so sorry, Tharn.”

“Shh...it’s okay. You know I can’t stay mad at you,” Tharn hushed, wrapping his arm around Type so that he could bury his face in his neck, running his fingers through Type’s hair as they cuddled slightly. Keeping silent as Type’s sniffs and hitches of breath finally halted a bit, Tharn closed his eyes as Type pulled away and then pushed himself up, pressing a kiss to his forehead before he pressed another to his cheek before he finally reached his lips, pressing them together softly while Tharn deepened it, brushing their tongues together softly as Type opened up for him. Pulling away once they had to breathe, Tharn kept their foreheads pressed together as they smiled softly at each other. He knew they had a lot to work out but for now, all he wanted to do was sleep with Type in his arms. “Come on, it’s late. Go change so we can sleep.”

The next morning, after a night full of love making, Tharn woke up and moved towards the food he prepared earlier, frowning slightly when he realized it had gone cold. After getting Type up and walking around, Tharn went to shower before they went to class, walking side by side until they left for their different faculties. It was obvious to long that Tharn was feeling a lot better, if his smile did not tell him otherwise. Not saying a word as Tharn paid attention to class, Long egged him on for the notes that he knew he missed while Tharn rolled his eyes and handed his notebook to his friend when the class finally ended. Gathering everything up before he placed it in his messenger bag, Tharn knocked on Long’s desk, pointing towards the door.

“I’m going to head back to my dorm. Just give me back my notes tomorrow before class, okay?” Rolling his eyes at the whine Long gave him, Tharn flicked his forehead before he left the classroom, practically hurrying to leave the faculty as he headed towards the dormitory where he hoped that his, now boyfriend, was waiting for him. Strolling up the stone steps and into the building, Tharn rode the elevator up and as he opened the door to their shared dorm, a grin rose on his face as he noticed Type in his bed, playing around with his phone. Noticing Tharn, Type smiled slightly which made Tharn’s heart bounce around ecstatically in his chest. “I’m back.”

“Welcome back,” Type replied softly, observing as Tharn practically flung his shoes to the wall along with his backpack before he crossed the room, diving into the bed as he wrapped his arms around Type’s waist, bringing his back close to his chest. Rolling his eyes as he was once again cuddled like a teddy bear, Type put his phone down and just leaned into Type, not minding the heat his boyfriend’s body was giving off for once. Talking about their day, Type turned his body so he and Tharn could be face to face while they talked. It was then that he noticed how skinny Tharn seemed, like he lost a lot of weight for some reason. “Did you lose weight? That...was because of me, wasn’t it? I’m really sorry, Tharn.”

Shaking his head softly, Tharn pressed their lips together before he pulled away, keeping their foreheads touching as he intertwined their hands, moving their gazes down to each other’s matching soulmarks. Trailing his fingers down, Type gently swept his thumb around Tharn’s mark before he pulled his hand up and pressed a kiss to the ink like mark. Letting out a gasp at the spark of sensation he got from the kiss, Tharn pulled Type closer and smashed their lips together, deepening the kiss while Type moved his hands into his hair, pulling at it lightly as their tongues danced together. Pulling away to breathe, Type threw his head back as Tharn moved his kisses down to his neck, nibbling at the once fading marks he left earlier. It wasn’t long before their clothes were thrown off onto the floor and the idea of getting dinner left Type’s mind as Tharn once again, showed him the night of his life with their almost endless love making.

[littlegalerion]

Drama Piece

I’ve been wanting to write an updated version of this for a while!

Featuring @foxyhearts ‘ bosmer Malika, whom in many an AU is basically Trechire’s adopted daughter. 

How does one break the news that you fell in love with a Tharn? 

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“Zamarak said you wanted to see me? Urgently?” Malika laughed, sitting down across from her at the dining table.

Trechire composed herself, folding her hands neatly on the table before her. A pitcher of the sweetest Summerset tea was to her right, a small bowl of sugar to her left. In the distance, Hughe was still munching down on his breakfast, the Senche mount having already expressed he didn’t want to watch this disaster go down. So many servants had been sent in that morning to even set up the furnishings of Trechire’s new Rimmen home, the Hall of the Lunar Champion, but no amount of home comfort could set her at ease right now. She gazed across at the small bosmer woman, seated and kicking her legs, long ginger hair messy and bickering with her antlers. How many years had it been since Wrothgar, where they had first met, and now Malika had been always just a few steps away, a persistent shadow…

No, a daughter.

“You look refreshed,” Trechire observed, smiling weakly.

“I um, helped congratulate the queen’s first night of rule,” Malika smirked, and clicked her heels together a few times.

“Oh,” Trechire murmured. “So you and Khamira too? How does Ayrenn-”

“She’s cool,” Malika purred, shrugging. “They get me, what can I say?”

“Well…” Trechire cleared her throat, and fidgeted with the ring on her finger. “I have some news about last night too-”

“Wait!” Malika squeaked, and almost jumped onto the table. She pointed at the ring. “Is that a wedding ring?”

“Um, well, yes,” Trechire mumbled, and absent mindedly took a spoonful of sugar and dumped it into her cup of tea, mixing it roughly.

“Who, in the green, did you marry?” Malika exclaimed, baffled. “You weren’t dating anyone- WERE you dating someone, and I didn’t know? Who? Who?!” She huffed, crossing her arms. “I hate it when you keep important stuff like this from me! As if I can’t keep a secret.”

“It isn’t that,” Trechire assured her. “But this marriage does need to be kept secret. We both wear our rings, but no one can know, save for a selective, secretive few. One of which is you, because yes, I do trust you with a secret. Of course I do.”

“So who is it?” Malika asked again, smile widening so that Trechire could see her sharpened canines.

Again, Trechire took a spoonful of sugar and dumped it into her tea, swirling it with an iron grip on the spoon.

“He should really be here to tell you himself,” Trechire went on, her tongue feeling dry. She really should have taken a sip of the tea, but she felt like if she stopped stirring it, her heart would stop completely. Maybe that was the better option, though? “He had to continue our dragon hunting further south, but he promised he’d portal back in tonight.” She found herself smiling for a moment, despite her nerves. “He never wants to sleep in a tent again, if he can help it, and he reasoned he may only be able to use his portals for who knows how much longer at his age-”

“Mum,” Malika blurted. Her eyebrows were raised, and a look of horror was creeping over her face. “...Who did you marry?”

Trechire cleared her throat once more, and stilled her hand as best as she could, but still the spoon gently rattled against the fragile cup. “I married Abnur,” she said, and now actually tried to drink some of the tea. This was a fortunate, because Malika slammed down her fists onto the table, shaking it so terribly that the pitcher of tea toppled over and spilled onto the floor. “Let me explain.”

“You had better!” Malika hissed, looking disgusted. “Just...just EW!”

“To you,” Trechire reasoned, not daring to place the cup back on the table. “But we had been...teasing, ever since the Hall of Colossus.”

Malika stiffened. “...What the hell happened those times you two split off in a different than me when we were tracking the information down?”

“We were tracking the information down,” Trechire huffed defensively. “You honestly think I’d get frisky in a dark and smelling dungeon? With Worm cultists nearby?”

“You married Abnur Tharn,” Malika laughed sarcastically, and beat a fist against the table again. “By that logic alone I wouldn’t be surprised if you got wild on a necromancer’s alter!”

“Alright, you’re overreacting far more than what I expected,” Trechire sighed, shaking her head while still holding up her tea. “Please, understand that this doesn’t need to be awkward...”

“After what he did to Ayrenn?” Malika argued. “How do you think she’ll react to all this?”

“I..was hoping you’d keep it a secret,” Trechire sniffed. “Like how you said you could keep secrets?”

“Sure, yeah, sure,” Malika cringed, throwing her hands up in the air as she now jumped from her seat and paced around in circles. “Sure, while I’m busy spending cuddle time with my big, golden honey, I will totally keep a clear head, and not think about how somewhere, all the way across the world, my Mum is busy doing the same, but with the guy who invented and perfected the definition of asshole.”

“He’s changed,” Trechire barked, scowling. “You should be glad for that! That, maybe, is one of the few things to come out of this war for the better!”

“Fine, then let him have his little redemption fit,” Malika seethed. “But not all over you!”

“This is pointless,” Trechire grumbled, and now sat down her cup. Malika huffed and ran back to rock the table, making the cup spin until it splashed all over Trechire, then rolling off the table and smashing to pieces. “Come on!” Trechire snapped, standing to try and pat the liquid off her. “Was that really a mature way to handle this?”

Malika climbed onto the table, eyes burning with fury. “I will spill cup after cup of tea on you. Whatever it takes until you divorce his ass!”

“No,” Trechire whispered back with a still, mocking tone. She rubbed her hands together, sparking some embers on her palms and then hoovering them over her robes to dry herself.

“You’re an altmer!” Malika cried, crawling closer. “Isn’t this a doomed marriage from the start? Just save yourself the pain!”

“I am an altmer,” Trechire replied, as if talking to a toddler. “Fantastic observation! This is why it remains a secret. What Nibenay doesn’t know won’t hurt them, nor his reputation, nor mine.”

“Some marriage that is!” Malika wheezed. “You’re both ashamed of each other!”

“Not ashamed,” Trechire corrected. “Protective. We had a long discussion about this last night when he surprised me with the rings. It’s rough for us on both ends- you think I’m telling my parents? Ayrenn? Ha, you think I’m even going to tell any of the other Companions, back from the days in Coldharbor, if we ever cross paths again? No way!” She shook the heat from her hands, having done the best she could to save her robes. “The only other people I planned on telling were Khamira, Vivec, and Val.”

“What about Tharn?” Malika persisted, kicking her toe tips against the table in an irritated rhythm. “Who’s he going to tell? Not his family, oh hell no. You do realize you won’t be in the will, nor even the documented records of his family tree?”

“Not at the moment,” Trechire hummed, now using magic to reassemble her cup, so as to clean the floor of any broken glass. “But we had documents written up last night with official Imperial regulations, eccentric, signed and stamped by Abnur and then signed by Calo-” Trechire held her head, the tea cup falling apart again as she broke focus. “Oh yes, he knows as well. We needed a witness, and I couldn’t find you, so we finally came to terms with hope he would remain a secret little mouse over all this. At any rate, our marriage is official, and legally binding. We stashed them back in my Vila on Artaeum.”

“And what exactly does that even mean?” Malika huffed. “Suddenly you’re a part of the family and entitled to all his stuff, if you flash them around? No one would believe that, as long as Abnur isn’t there to reinforce it.”

“We just wanted it official,” Trechire growled, mending the cup once more. “We never plan on showing those documents to anyone, even if children come about in our future.”

“Please…” Malika hiccuped, holding her stomach. “Let’s...let’s just not even discuss that. I know how you feel about vomiting, and as much as I wanna hit you with the broad side of my bow right now, I’m not that vengeful as to get sick… So just drop that before it’s out of my control.”

Trechire rolled her eyes. “I’m over two hundred and have never bore a child. It’s a possibility. I still have my fertility.”

“Seriously,” Malika coughed, holding her gut.

“Grow up,” Trechire snapped, and placed the cup on the table, now it being her turn to pace in irritation. “I knew you’d get upset, but I expected some sort of compromise, some sort of understanding. Some sort of maturity!”

“Well, I am being mature! Because this is messed up,” Malika argued, sitting back on the table, now tensed as she unleashed either the best reasoning ever or the worst possible thing to bring up to her. “Maybe your parents have a point. Maybe you’re just not right in the head anymore, and you really have gotten desperate!”

Growing still, Trechire turned back to her, eyes wide in shock. From the other side of the room, Hughe stopped chomping, and his eyes poked out from the shadows, glittering with unseen emotion as he watched.

“I...am not  losing my mind,” Trechire spat, not moving from her position. Her words were laced with venom now, shaking Malika a bit. She’d never seen the altmer this outraged. “Funny everyone keeps suggesting that, because honestly maybe that’s why I even noticed Abnur to begin with. From the get go, twenty years ago, he never sugar coated anything for me. No, he’s treated me like the Champion of Vivec, the Vestige, like a capable mage who’s successfully thwarted daedric scheme after daedric scheme, who’s earned the respect of such titles! Yes, I’ve lost...a few loves in my time, and many, many friends…” She was trembling. “But I’m not losing my mind.”

Suddenly Malika felt a stab of guilt for even bringing it up. She remembered Vanus and Caafire’s lectures to their daughter, which they had ambushed her with for months, after the death of Laloriaran, and the final jab at Molag Bal. Not scolding, but the constant peppering and sweet talking of how “it’s alright to be sad” and “take all the time you need to grieve, nobody is judging you.” But then Malika recalled the stories Ayrenn had told her, about her time in custody within Cryodiil, under Abnur Tharn’s mercy.

“Fine,” Malika mumbled, and slowly slid off the table. “You’re not crazy, and neither am I, so I won’t tell Ayrenn.” She shrugged, looking at Trechire numbly. “But I’m not having any part of it. I won’t stop talking to you, you’re my Mum, but he’s nothing to me, and that’s how it is. Forever. Okay?”

“Okay,” Trechire replied in the same numb tone.

Malika threw a look at Hughe, and turned, walking towards the door. Neither mer called out to the other, and both shook as the door opened and slammed shut, leaving their minds to a cold, cruel silence.

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i've been reading all of your writings and i am crying cause i need them in my life, especially the tharntype fics! :'> if you're open to taking a request, could you do a tharntype where tharn becomes jealous baby of ae because type becomes his mentor in soccer, so they're always spending time practicing and type grows very fond of ae. i love imagining tharntype being that senior couple that their freshmen kids look up to from love by chance :'(

Don’t be like that. He’s just mentoring him. They’re practicing soccer. Why do they sit so close on the bench? Who you fucking kidding the team is practically in each other’s laps so this doesn’t mean anything. He seems really close to that freshman, though, so what’s going on? No, no. We’ve learned this. Eat it. Swallow the jealousy. They’re merely teammates on a soccer team.

Type waved to Tharn. He waved back and smiled. Still didn’t help because Type’s attention was then again diverted by the freshman for another close huddle, just the two of them. Tharn had to admit the kid was pretty good at the game. It’s probably why Type wants him on the team. The kid had skills. The kid also has a name but Tharn never used it. In fact, he’d grown so accustomed to saying “the kid” the passed few months and funny enough it gets a response from several freshman around campus, not just this guy. Seriously, no need to put your arm around him. Why huddle like that just the two of you? It’s not a team huddle. Come on, you’re right next to each other you can hear everything. Just a smidge a part that’s all I ask. Tharn eyed them and gestured a sweeping a part motion. He sighed. Nope. Apparently all soccer players like to sit that closely on the bench. Type sent the kid back the field. Okay, fine you’re really good kid. That doesn’t mean you go crushing on your senior now. Please, don’t. —-

After the practice, they stood in the stairwell below the bleachers. Type hooks a hand into Tharn’s and kisses his cheek. Tharn was about to go further, when down the steps came the kid.

“Hey, Ae. Did you need something?” Type asked him. “You were great on the field today.”

“Thank you, but I wanted to talk to you about something. That’s if you’re not too busy.” Ae looked at Tharn. He tried to feign a smile as if to say no we’re not busy. It faltered and he just let Type answer. The frustration working into Tharn’s jaw did not go unnoticed by his boyfriend.

“Tharn, I’ll be a minute. Wait, in the car?” Type squeezes his hand. It does nothing to quell that little green monster. Don’t you dare. You trust him entirely so following him is out of the question. Tharn moped all the way to the car. Ae and Type still remained in the stairwell.

—

“Your questioning reminds me of my own. I’ve learned over three years that happiness is what matters. Is this Pete someone who makes you happy? Even so, I think you can only answer that, Ae.”

“How do you know, though? So yeah...” Ae sheepishly looks to the ground, “ I may have recently had a moment where I was suddenly turned on by him but how do you really know?”

“You just do, Ae. At least it was that way for me. Sort of.”

“P’Type, I’ve heard lots of rumors about you.”

“They won’t go away. Some of them are true. Others are not. Only thing that matters is, does being with Pete make you happy? Even as a friend or more than a friend?” Ae would have to think on that. They chatted a few more minutes about the practice. Out of the corner of his eye, as he leaned against the car, Tharn saw Type walking Ae towards the bicycles. A soft hand rested on the kid’s back as he mounted. Tharn took in a deep breath. Stop it. It’s just a friendly touch. Nothing else. Sure as hell better not be anything else.

Ae was off, thinking about how he only wanted to spend all of his time with Pete. Tharn stares after him. Type snapped fingers in his face. “So he’s cute, but not cute enough to ogle at like that.” Type said to him. Oh, okay. I see how it is. Okay, mister let me huddle close. Mister touch his back. Mister ditch my boyfriend because the kid desperately wanted to talk about something. Tharn didn’t say any of that out loud of course. He ignored Type as they climbed into the car.

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Type let it go for several hours after they got home. He didn’t mention anything until they sat to eat dinner.

“So Ae. What do you think of him? You watched the practice. He’s a good player?”

Tharn licks his lips and grits his teeth. Type was getting the silent treatment. He rolled his eyes. “Fine, I’ll answer myself. He’s a good player. He’ll probably even make captain by the time he’s a senior.” Tharn didn’t look at him. “Also, I mean, he also looks pretty good shirtless...maybe next practice I’ll do a game with skins and shirts.” Tharn dropped his fork and eyed Type. Anger permeated his clenched jaw. “Do whatever you want,” he snapped.

Type scoffed. “Come on, babe! I sniffed your jealousy from a mile away. I’m going to tease the shit out of you. How many years has it been?”

“So, I still don’t have to like it.” Tharn huffed.

“The kid is more innocent than I was and that’s saying something, Tharn.” He was given a glare. “Tharn!” No response. Type tried a different tactic.

“Do you want to know what he talked about?” Tharn slightly nodded. Type smiles. “Well, then come closer.” Tharn had a flashback to the club when he said exactly that to Type and then soon after he kissed him as more than a friend. He leaned in closer.

“Firstly, I feel good about the fact that Ae trusts me enough to come to me for advice. Secondly, Ae is grappling with feelings for someone. The same kind of feelings I had for you. Well, maybe not the same,” Type bit his lip. “I mean I’m not sure how Ae feels but I know how I feel when I look at you. You make me smile, Tharn. Over three years now you’ve held me while I’ve cried. You’re always by my side. You’re everything to me. You are it for me. So a cute freshman has latched himself to me, that doesn’t mean I’d let him make moves on me or make moves on him. We’ve talked about this before, it’s only you and me forever.” Type sealed this part of the speech with a kiss. They pulled a part. “You know early on I wanted to always punch you when you got jealous but now all I want to do is show you that it’s everyone else who should be jealous.”

Tharn chuckled. He fought back the urge to knock everything off this dining table and pin his boyfriend to it, but he really didn’t want to clean up the food mess later. Type had a different idea as he rounded the table, pushed Tharn back into his chair and then sank into his lap. Tharn let out a sigh. “All right,” he started. “I’m an idiot.”

“You’re my idiot. My jealous guy, but just remember I’m always thinking about you. It’s awfully distracting actually.” Type jokes. Tharn kisses his neck. Type bites his lips, eyes glowing with excitement as he tangled fingers into hair. Tharn nipped at an ear, Type let out a hiss. Noises. Tharn felt certainly glad that for three years they’ve had their own place, because this pent up jealousy inside was going to make Type scream, whine, moan and whimper all night long.