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blossom-hwa · 3 years ago

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hello !! congrats on 4 years !! i love your writing sm! could i request a tbz haknyeon strangers-to-lovers royalty au plz ?

of course you can! thank you for this request and your support <3

4 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/The Boyz/Golden Child/Ateez member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

Title: Proposal

Pairing: Haknyeon x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1.5k

Triggers: mentions of a war

"Your Majesty."

The voice of the guard settles the conversation in the throne room, letting silence fall once more. Haknyeon nods. "Yes?"

"The sovereign of Landis requests an audience."

Whispers fill the room. Haknyeon himself frowns. Landis is a small country down south, barely known for anything other than its waterway system used by traders. There has been contact before, but very limited - his tutors barely saw fit to even mention that to him when he was younger. What might they want with him?

"Landis?"

The guard looks about as confused as he is. "They said it's a matter of utmost urgency."

Haknyeon looks at Changmin. Changmin looks at him. They hold each other's gaze for a moment before Changmin nods once.

He turns back to the guard. "How many in the party?"

"Just two, Your Majesty. The sovereign and one advisor."

Is it so urgent that they could only dispatch a single person other than their ruler? "Have they been searched for weapons?"

"Thoroughly, sir."

He thinks for a moment. "Let the sovereign in," he finally decides, "but not the advisor. I want to know what they want from their ruler's own tongue."

The guard bows, then slips out the door. Just a few seconds later, the doors open again, revealing the ruler of Landis.

You don't look very impressive, not at first. Your clothes, though fine, don't really speak of high royalty, and exhaustion seems to weigh your every step as you traverse the room. But when you come to the center, you look up and meet Haknyeon's gaze...

He's never seen a fire burn so bright in a pair of eyes.

"Your Majesty." You settle on your knees, head bowed forward.

"You may rise," Haknyeon says, then waits for you to stand. "What brings you here, sovereign of Landis?"

Your eyes flicker from wall to wall. "Would it be possible to clear the room before I speak?"

Changmin's shoulders tense. Haknyeon himself almost puts a hand on the sword at his side. "For what reason?"

"I have a proposal to make." You meet his eyes calmly. "I'd simply rather not everyone speak about it if it does not go through. If this is not possible, however, I understand."

Haknyeon narrows his eyes. "My advisors and guards will stay," he says. "The rest of the court is dismissed."

Whispers fill the room, looks thrown his way as the crowds of nobility exit through the doors. Haknyeon acknowledges none of them, but even so, he has to stifle a sigh of relief when the doors finally close. "You said you had a proposal?"

You nod. "Will you allow me to speak?"

"Yes."

You don't waste a minute. "I don't know if you have heard, Your Majesty, but there is a war coming in your direction and mine."

He has heard. The dictator of a larger country, known for its wealth and power, has been rampaging for conquest. However, his country, though wealthy, never seemed to be a target, and none of his allies have fallen thus far...

"I received a letter from the man who leads them." You spit the word man out of your mouth like it burns on your tongue. "He asked for my surrender, for he knows a country as small as mine could never hope to fight off his army."

"Will you surrender, then?"

A sardonic smile plays slightly on your lips. "I don't plan to," you reply. "But I will need resources."

Of course. This is the reason you came. "You ask for my resources, then?" Haknyeon asks. "Why choose my country? Why not one that is larger, more bountiful in wealth?"

"You are closer. We share a common enemy." You swallow slightly. "If he decimates my country, he will no doubt set his eyes on yours. And..."

Haknyeon almost leans forward, so as not to miss a single word you say.

"I hear you are looking for someone's hand in marriage." You meet his eyes. "I am here to offer mine."

Even his advisors don't manage to suppress their surprise at that. Haknyeon can't blame them - how could you, the ruler of a small country known for almost nothing, expect him to accept your hand when you have very little to offer other than your waterways?

You stand among the whispers, unbothered, unflinching. Your stance speaks of confidence, but your eyes speak of intelligence - there's no way you could truly expect him to even consider this proposal, not when you're as smart as Haknyeon believes you are -

Ah.

That's it.

You don't expect him to accept at all.

His voices silences the whispers. "You don't expect me to accept."

You raise your chin, meeting his eyes defiantly. "No, I don't," you admit baldly. "My advisors told me it was useless to try. Why do you think I came alone?"

"Why, indeed." Haknyeon tilts his head. "So let me ask. What was the reason you did come, if you truly have no expectations for your offer?"

Silence falls. Your eyes narrow. For not the first time today, Haknyeon feels almost like the lesser under your gaze, piercing, sharp, determination brewing behind your pupils. But he holds it, because for some reason, even though you are of a smaller nation, a smaller people...

You command attention. You command respect.

And a part of Haknyeon wants you to respect him, too.

"How far would you go for your people, Your Majesty?" you finally ask. "To save them from a war that would decimate you all, crush you under the iron fist of a dictator known for his cruelty?"

The question is rhetorical. Still, though, you pause a moment, those piercing eyes boring deep into his soul.

When you continue, your voice seems to have dropped an octave. "I would do anything, Your Majesty." Your eyes burn with steel. "Even if it meant offering myself to someone whom I have never met."

The silence in the room feels thick enough that Haknyeon almost thinks even his sword couldn't cut through all of it. Out of the corner of his vision, he can see all of his few trusted advisors staring at him, all trying to communicate something different through their eyes.

But Haknyeon thinks he already has an answer.

"How many troops do you expect to need?" he asks.

You don't hesitate. "As many as you can spare."

"What will you be willing to give in return for my aid?"

"We can negotiate use of our extensive waterways," you reply.

"And lastly..." Haknyeon narrows his gaze. "Why do you offer marriage? Is an alliance not sufficient?"

You set your jaw. "Marriage is binding," you say. "More binding than any alliance could be."

Binding. Binding for both you and him. Whatever you offer him in return for his help will be set in stone, essentially, just the same as whatever he offers you.

You're smart. Very smart. Despite having known you for all of less than an hour, Haknyeon feels his respect growing for you by the minute. "Very well," he says. "I have considered your proposal. And..."

The tension heightens. Every one of his advisors leans forward in anticipation. Even you look slightly nervous, the look in your eyes no longer as steady as it was before.

"I will enter an engagement with you," he says, ignoring all of the looks being thrown his way across the room. "It will be in effect as long as you are alive and your kingdom still stands. In return for my troops, you will offer unhindered access to your waterways, for both commercial and military use."

Your jaw tightens. Clearly some of this is not what you wanted, but Haknyeon needs the respect of his advisors. He can't enter this deal without gaining something from it. "If you make it through this with your kingdom intact..."

Anyone could hear a pin drop in the room.

"Then we will marry."

Several people audibly gasp or whisper. Haknyeon lets Changmin issue them a glare. "If you agree, I will have a contract drawn, to be signed within two days. It will be immediately binding." He raises an eyebrow. "Is this to your satisfaction?"

For several long moments, you scrutinize him through those eyes burning with intelligence and determination. They rake over his face, searching, probing, scouring for any hint of dishonesty, any double meaning behind his words.

But Haknyeon has never had anything to hide.

At long last, your sharp gaze softens, still cautious, still guarded, but slightly less so than before. The tiniest hint of relief emanates from your face, from the slightly loosened set of your jaw and the barest hint of a smile on your lips.

Haknyeon wonders what that smile would look like if it were true, genuine, unhampered by the weight of the war on your shoulders.

You nod once, sharply.

"We have a deal, Your Majesty."

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krreader · 4 years ago

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untraditional.

pairing: gryffindor!kim namjoon x slytherin!reader fandom: bts ; harry potter warnings: non idol!au ; hogwarts!au ; mentions of sex genre: crack ; fluff ; smut word count: 2.1k+

summary: after the battle of hogwarts, the school decided to bring the rivalry houses closer together. every year, you would get a partner from your rival house and this year, you really hit the jackpot.

a/n: hiiii @namucries, idk how this idea formed, I literally just started writing and I am so happy with it. like I actually really love the plot? lol. anyways, I hope you enjoy it bb!!!

After the battle of Hogwarts, the school decided that they needed to make some changes. Not just in regards to fortification and the likes, but to how they ran the school.

This ever growing rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor couldn’t continue any longer. If it hadn’t been like this from the beginning, then maybe this whole Draco and Harry situation could have been avoided and then maybe things would have been different.

And so the professors had decided that each year, you’d be assigned a partner from a “rivalry” house. That was true for Slytherin and Gryffindor, but not so much for Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. They didn’t mind this nearly as much as you and your peers.

It was a huge deal every year. Who would be your rival partner that you were stuck with for the rest of the year? Would you be lucky and at least score some eye candy or would you be stuck with a wizard or witch that could barely hold their wand up straight? It was a surprise every year.

“I can’t believe this,” your best friend shook her head as she walked out of McGonagall’s office, “This is the fourth year in a row they’ve assigned another girl to me. I thought that now that I’m finally old enough..-“

You let out a snort, “You do know that there’s plenty of fish to catch in our own house, right?”

“Yeah, but where’s the thrill in that?” she let out a sigh and leaned against the wall, nudging her head to the door, “Fingers crossed you’re luckier than me.”

You didn’t care much about your partners. You’ve managed to avoid all previous ones on most occasions with lame excuses such as: “I’m sorry, I feel really bad today” or, “I’m so busy today, let’s study together some other time.” Most of them cared as little for you as you did for them, so it never caused an issue. Except for last year, when the guy that you were assigned to developed a crush on you and found out that you were spending your time with other Slytherin boys, rather than with him. He told on you, told the professors how you had been doing this for years - basically going against the rules - and so this year, you fully expected them to get back at you for that and assign you a partner that you’d suffer with for a year.

But the moment you entered the headmaster’s office and your eyes fell on the guy that was - apparently - your partner, you stopped walking.

“Hello there,” after a moment of staring, your confidence came back and you now smirked, “Did I just hit the jackpot?”

The guy furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the headmaster with raised eyebrows, “That’s her?!”

McGonagall let out a disapproving sigh and shook her head a little, looking at you over the rim over glasses, “Ms. (Y/L/N), do everyone in the room a favour and have a seat.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” you sat down right next to the guy and licked your lips, crossing one leg over the other while continuing to grin at him.

“This is Namjoon. Your designated partner for this year. And..-“ just as you wanted to say something, McGonagall quickly continued, “This is your punishment for this year. Namjoon has been assigned Gryffindor’s headboy and you will help him with anything that he needs and wants.”

This obviously meant errands and helping Gryffindor become a stronger house. That’s what everyone else would have heard in that sentence. But you took away only two things.

“Sure, anything he needs. I’m down for that punishment,” and when McGonagall got up with an annoyed huff, you whispered, “Quite literally.”

At this point, you would have assumed the guy to blush and become intimidated, but Namjoon just smiled at you, despite it not holding any humor to it: “Does that usually work on others of my gender?”

“Don’t worry, some men need a few hours to warm up to me. I’m sure you and I will get along well,” you got up and bounced on your heels, “Thanks for this, headmaster.”

“It’s not a..- just get out,” she had enough of you.

“So.. where are we going first?” this was day one of you being Namjoon’s partner. Unfortunately, it didn’t start with a tumble in his bed, but the day was still young, “How about we go for a butter beer and get to know each other better?”

“I have friends for that,” Namjoon retorted making you stop in your tracks for a moment, but then catch up to him with a laugh.

“Oh, this is going to be so good. I love it when men aren’t shy. Makes them so much more attractive, you know?”

Namjoon let out a snort and shook his head, “Not sure you’ll think of me that way after today.”

Suddenly you came to a stop at a willow. Normally, that’d be a nice sight. Nature, grass, the sun.. But it was not like the paintings hanging in the castle that you often admired, it wasn’t a willow full of magical creatures that you could be amazed by.

It was..-

“COWS?!”

“Yep,” Namjoon grinned and pushed a bucket into your hands, “Someone needs to clean the willow, since Hagrid is away for the month. Nobody was willing to do so and since you and I got paired up, I figured I have the perfect candidate for the job.”

“What, someone to clean?!”

“Someone who is used to shit. After all, that’s all that comes out of your mouth, isn’t it?” Namjoon wiggled his eyebrows at you and put his hands in the pockets of his pants, “I’ll be over there reading up for my next class if you need me.”

“Wh..- You’re not even helping me?“ but you had no option, because he was walking away and the cows were already approaching you, curious about who this new person was that had entered their willow, “Hey, stop that,” you tried to scurry away from them when they started nibbling on your shirt.

This was so not what you had hoped today to look like. Cleaning cow shit.. was Hagrid seriously the only taking care of this? Poor guy..

Still, all the while you were cleaning, you kept muttering curse words directed at Namjoon, even if he couldn’t hear them. They made you feel better.

How dare he be so rude with you? You didn’t just talk shit, you were a great girl. Smart and well-read and.. stupid.

You straightened your back and furrowed your eyebrows, “What the hell am I doing?” you whispered to yourself.

I’m a freaking member of goddamn Slytherin. Slytherin’s don’t just clean like that, they’re too smart for that. Use your magic, you moron!

Whatever Namjoon wanted you to do, you’d bend the rules to your will as much as you wanted. What was important was that it was clean, right?

So you pulled out your wand and cast the spell that you figured would help you out most here. And indeed, after casting it for a few times, the willow looked as good as new. And with a final spell for a nice smell, you walked back to Namjoon with a smirk on your face. As in: HA, didn’t expect that one, huh?

“I’m impressed,” he smiled up at you from the ground, then got up and brushed over his pants, before saying in all honesty: “I knew there was talent slumbering somewhere within you. You shouldn’t hide it under that ‘cool kid’ facade, you know?”

“What?” you snorted, “I don’t.”

“Yeah, you do. It’s painfully obvious,” he shrugged, “It’s fine, you do you and all. I just think it’s a shame that you try to hide how smart you are in fear of it ruining your reputation. Because see, McGonagall didn’t just choose me as your partner because she knew I had enough errands I’d need help on, but because she knows there’s more to you than what you want everyone to believe. She thought I might be able to help you with that.”

And for the first time in forever, you had no words to that. No witty comeback and no flirty remark that you could say to that. He had seen through you on your first day of you two being together. That hasn’t happened before… ever.

“Anyways, we should go to class,” and to make you even more speechless, Namjoon took off his robe and placed it over your shoulders, since you had forgotten yours - or more likely simply opted not to wear it because you didn’t want to.

You were… so confused.

What were those feelings you were feeling right now?!

You had never cared about your rival partner in the years before, but that changed with you having been assigned to Namjoon. That first day on the willow spent together was the beginning of a, you dared to say, friendship.

He made you understand that being this sarcastic asshole wasn’t nearly as cool as you thought it was. He made you realise that you had a lot more talent than you even knew of yourself. He showed you that, even if you didn’t, he believed in you.

Your friends kept telling you how much you changed, and while some of them laughed about it at first, they all accepted you now.

The real you that you’ve been trying to hide for so long. The girl that could be kind when need be and was incredibly smart on tests and in classes.. or in general.

But the sarcasm part? The flirty part? Your rival partner couldn’t quite get rid of that..

“Well, don’t you look dazzling,” you grinned as you spotted Namjoon at the Yule Ball. Both of you had come with different partners, but neither of these were anything more than friends.

“Right? The pants look great on me,” he complimented himself with a grin.

“True,” you pretended to think for a moment as you stared at them, then you looked at him from under your eyelashes, “But you’d look even better without them.”

Namjoon couldn’t help but let out a laugh. At this point, he had come to accept that this was just a part of you that he couldn’t change. And well.. maybe he didn’t even want it to.

“We’re here with other people, yet you’re flirting with me. Don’t you think that’s rude?”

“Not at all. And besides, I wanted you to ask me out, but you didn’t,” you pretended to be hurt by pouting your lips, “We could have had so much fun tonight.”

And see, the Namjoon that YOU knew - or at least thought you did-, would have laughed and turned around to walk away. But that man still surprised you every single day. He took a sip from his drink, then placed it on the table next to him and pushed his hands into the pockets of his dashing pants.

“We still could.”

Not the answer you had expected, same as that look that he threw you.

That look.

Before you could reply, he turned around and walked away. But instead of re-joining his date - that had since formed a little group of girlfriends around her, all laughing, thankfully - he left the ballroom.

And well… you couldn’t not follow, right?

He continued walking, even though you were sure that you knew you were only a few steps behind him, through several hallways and up several flights of stairs, until you were finally standing in front of the Gryffindor common room where he had waited for you.

“Hm.. I’m pretty sure I won’t be allowed in there,” you cocked your head to the side, “But whatever it is that you had in mind.. I’m sure it’s innocent enough for us to do right here?”

You licked your lips, then bit down on your lower lip with a grin.

Namjoon was leaning against the railing of the stairs, confidently so. He looked insanely good right there. So good that you wanted to jump on him this very moment.

But he took the initiative.

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him, smashed his lips against yours and kissed you so deeply that he literally knocked the breath out of your lungs. It was a passionate kiss, tongues and teeth clashing against each other and hands already beginning to wander, despite the… not very private environment.

But this desperation only proved how much sexual attraction had been building between you two. Because as much as Namjoon had tried to hide it the first few months, he liked you as much as you liked him.. sexually at first, and then later, on a more deeper level.

But that was another story. Right now, this was about what you needed in that moment.

“I want you,” Namjoon whispered against your lips.

“Then take me,” is what you whispered back without having to think twice about it.

And he would have. He would have pinned you against his mattress and would have pounded into you until you were screaming his name. And you would have let him. You would have begged him not to stop, because you were already sure that he was good.

But goddamn it, the Fat Lady just had to ruin it, huh?

“Uhm, excuse me, young lads.. I tried to let you two enjoy yourselves for as long as I possibly could, but I just heard what you said and there is no way I can let you inside now.”

These stupid rules. What were the professors so scared about? Pregnancies? You were witches and wizards, you weren’t stupid enough not to know how to prevent that from happening.

You were almost certain that Namjoon would just call it a night with a heavy sigh and you’d be left horny for the rest of the night, but instead, he pushed himself off the railing and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, whispering: “Headboy’s have a lot of privileges these days, you know? The Prefects’ bathroom is open 24/7 for us to use. Us alone,” into your ear.

Well, well… there were so many things you did not know about this man and you couldn’t wait to find them all out.

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sorry-apsalar · 4 years ago

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I Kissed a Bot and I Liked It

I started watching Futurama recently on a whim (currently only a few episodes into season 4 so if things aren't consistent with stuff that happens later in the series, that's why) and I'm really enjoying it so far except for a few things. Mainly the compulsory heteronormativity that's present in every episode (that I've seen so far) that deals with romantic relationships (with sort of one exception but it doesn't really count in my opinion). Which is mostly whatever, it's to be expected, especially since it's an older show but the Fry/Leela stuff is frustrating because personally I feel like they don't have good romantic chemistry (I'm open to this changing later but I doubt it will) and this is just another case of 'there's a male main character and a female main character and they're friends, therefore they must have romantic feelings for each other' that I've seen a hundred times before. It's aggravating enough that it spurred a fic idea for an AU where Fry is a repressed gay man. I decided to make it an Xmas gift for myself for reasons and because why not?

So Merry Xmas everyone, especially me!

The future was great. Everything about it was grand and exciting and Fry had friends now. Yeah, sure he was still a delivery boy but he was delivering a variety of things across space alongside his friends. And yeah, sure his living area was smaller than he would’ve chosen and it was technically a closet but he was roommates with his best friend and despite being a closet, it was still a little bigger than his old apartment had been. So, the future was great in every possible way even if parts of it made little to no sense.

Luckily, he had friends so some of those things that made no sense, he could ask about and have explained to him. Sometimes they didn’t even make fun of him for not knowing. There was one thing though that he was afraid to ask about. What exactly made it a scary thing to ask about he wasn’t sure of but it wasn’t because he worried they’d think him stupid because everyone already thought that and honestly it was true, brains weren’t his thing. The more often it popped up though, the more he wanted an explanation. He finally reaching a breaking point on that one evening when watching TV with Bender after returning home from work.

In an episode of All My Circuits two of the side characters ended up hooking up. Which wasn’t weird in itself, it was a soap opera, everyone was pairing up and breaking up all the time, but what was odd was the fact that it was two dudes. It was far from the first time Fry had seen such things in the past month or so he’d been here for, in other shows, movies, and even in prior episodes, same-sex couples popped up fairly frequently and if there was ever any issue with the couple, that was never one of them. So…

“Hey Bender,” he said as the credits for the episode rolled, glancing over at Bender sitting on the couch next to him, “those two robots that got together at the end there are both uh… men, right?”

The look Bender gave him reflected how stupid of a question that was. But how else was he supposed to broach the topic? He wasn’t good with words. “Man-bots yes, what else would they be?” Bender replied, sounding annoyed as he looked.

“Well uh… I don’t know but…” Unable to maintain eye contact, Fry looked away, instead focusing his gaze on one of the many crumbled cans of Slurm on the floor by the coffee table. He shouldn’t have brought this up because it was… uh… awkward or something. But it was too late now and he needed to understand because he just did. “If they’re both man-bots then why are they a couple?” And why wasn’t that viewed as remarkable by anyone else? “Isn’t that a thing normally only men and women are supposed to do?”

“Wow Fry, of all people I didn’t expect you to be homophobic.”

“What?” Fry snapped his gaze back to look at Bender. “I’m not… whatever you just said, I don’t even know what that means.” Which meant it could describe him but the context made it sound bad so it wasn’t him… probably. ‘Phobic’ meant fear, right? What did ‘homo’ mean though?

“It means you hate gay people,” Bender said as he pulled another cigar out of his casing. “Though I suppose that was common back when you came from now that I think about it.” After lighting up, he blew a cloud of smoke in Fry’s general direction. “I forget how primitive you are sometimes. That’s fine though, I hate humans so we both harbor hatred for an entire group of people. Though my hatred’s justified while yours isn’t.”

Fry coughed, waving a hand in front of his face to clear the smoke. “I don’t hate gay people.” He never had even if that’s what he’d been lowkey taught at the church he’d been forced to go to as a kid and young teen. “I just… it’s supposed to be a sin, right? Like… you go to hell forever if you chose to be gay. Though… I guess I don’t really believe in God anymore so… I don’t know. But still… that’s normal now? Or uh… or least acceptable? To choose to be gay, I mean?”

The look Bender gave him this time might’ve been a concerned one if it had come from almost anyone else. “You don’t ‘choose’ to be gay. Did you meatbags really used to believe it was a choice?”

“Uh… that’s what I was always taught. Or that like… gay people are confused and think that being able to recognize that another man is attractive means you’re attracted to him.” And that that was wrong and shameful and should never be admitted to once one was cleared of that misunderstanding. Because marriage and love and all that was supposed to be between a man and a woman for the sole purpose of making babies or whatever. The fact that that viewpoint was no longer common a thousand years later wasn’t surprising now that he really thought about it but somehow it seemed significant.

Bender took another puff from his cigar before replying. “Well, it ain’t a choice. Now shut up, the next episode’s starting.”

Fry sighed as he pulled his legs up onto the couch to hug to his chest as he turned his attention back on the TV. But now that the topic had been brought up, he didn’t seem able to fully focus. The fact that the episode dealt with the gay romance and treated it like every other side romance in the show made it even harder not to think about. Not that there was even a whole lot to think about, just that that kind of thing was socially acceptable now. Which was… a good thing, yes, definitely a good thing. It didn’t affect him any of course, he was attracted to women and only women, but it was good for the people it did affect. …

“What about robots?” he eventually asked.

“What about them?” Bender didn’t even look away from the TV.

“Is it a choice for you? Or are you manufactured that way? And if so is it a choice whatever or whoever is making you makes or is it like random or something?”

“Oh, you’re still thinking about that, huh? That kind of thing develops at the same time as our personality so it’s not a choice anyone makes. It’s complex stuff, you wouldn’t understand.”

That was undoubtedly true but before Fry could drop it, he wanted to know one more thing. … “What about you? Are you uh… you know?”

With the start of the ad-break, Bender finally turned his head to look at Fry again. “Are you asking if I’m gay?”

Fry nodded. How rude was it to ask that kind of thing? Surely it had to be mostly chill since it was socially acceptable now.

“What’s it’s to you? Why do you want to know?” Oh no, he seemed offended. Though that might just be him being him.

“I’m just curious.” There was no harm wanting to know that kind of thing about one’s best friend, right? “We’ve been best friends for a whole month now and I don’t even know what kind of people you’re into.”

“Very well,” he relaxed, seemingly taking that as an acceptable answer, “if you must know, I’m pansexual.”

“Um… does that mean you’re attracted to pans?” What else could it mean? This was the future and lots of things were weird and Bender was a robot so maybe that was just a thing.

“No! What kind of idiot would even think that? It means somebody’s gender plays no role in whether or not I find the attractive. For me the only thing I care about is if they’re a robot.”

“Okay, I guess.”

“What about you Fry?” Bender pointed an almost accusing finger at him. “Now it’s your turn. Are you gay?”

“Uh… no.” It almost sounded like a question even to his own ears. But he wasn’t gay, he was normal, always had been even if he had been picked on in middle and high school with accusations of being gay.

Bender gave him a skeptical look but seemed to shrug as he turned his attention back onto the TV; the ad-break was over. With a sigh, Fry followed suit. He was more than ready to stop talking about that subject now.

Later that night

“Wake up Bender,” Fry said, shaking Bender by the shoulders.

Bender groaned as the metal flap that covered his eyes when he slept lifted. “Huh? What?” Understandably he both looked and sounded sleepy. Which Fry felt bad for but this was urgent.

“If I was gay, which I’m not, but if I was, it’d be okay with you, right?” After the thought that it might not be okay with Bender had come to him while he lay in bed, waiting for sleep, he hadn’t been able to get any rest so he needed to know for sure.

“Are you kidding me? That’s what you woke me up for? To ask a dumb question like that? Man, Fry get out of her and go back to bed.” Bender put a hand on Fry’s shoulder to push him back into the closet, hard but nowhere near as hard as he was capable of so really it probably counted as gentle.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Fry said, putting his foot in the door before Bender could close it. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Bender rolled his eyes. “Yes Fry, if you were gay, I’d be fine with it. Happy?”

“Uh yeah, thanks pal. Sorry for waking you up, I just wanted to know. Even though I’m not gay so it doesn’t really matter, I just wanted to know if you’d accept me even if I was because… I don’t know. I just wanted to know I guess.”

“Yeah, whatever. Go back to sleep meatbag.” With that Bender pulled the door closed, seemingly little caring that Fry only barely managed to get his foot out of the way in time.

A few months later

‘~ I kissed a guy and I liked it…~’ Fry had to admit it was a bop. More so than a lot of the other songs he’d found while trying to catch up on some of the music he’d missed in the last thousand years. Who would’ve thought so much bad music would be what persisted throughout the years? Yeah sure it was one of those opinion things but his taste in music was great and no one could convince him otherwise.

As the second chorus hit, he found himself half singing along with it as he resumed scrolling through the song list on the tablet, searching for more titles that caught his eye. … What would it be like to kiss a guy? Would it be like kissing a girl? (Not that he had much experience with that even despite having had a girlfriend once upon a time. The few kisses they had shared had been meh at best.) Probably not, right? It had to be different. … He kind of wanted to find out for sure now that he’d thought of it. Maybe it would even be not terrible. Who could he kiss to try it though? …

The sound of the door opening prompted him to look up as Bender strode in. Ah, he’d be perfect because he was a guy. And they were best friends so there wouldn’t be any confusion about intentions.

“Hey Bender,” Fry said as he placed the tablet, still playing music on the coffee table and hopped up off the couch. “Would it be all right if we kissed?”

Bender froze mid-step as the door swung shut behind him. “Uh… what?”

“Well, I’m listening to this song here and it’s about a guy kissing another guy and liking it and it got me thinking what that would be like. It has to be different from kissing a girl, right? But like how different? So I’m curious and I want to find out and you’re a guy so… yeah. It’s fine if you’d rather not, I know it’s a weird request. I could always ask someone else, I’m sure it wouldn’t be…”

“Yes!” Bender interrupted with a surprising amount of intensity as he lowered his foot. He let out a nervous chuckle as his eyes darted away. “I mean if it’s just one kiss, it should be fine. Nothing wrong with experimenting a little and satisfying some curiosity, it’s not a big deal.”

“Yeah! This is the year 3000, things like that aren’t a big deal anymore.” It was so freeing and wonderful. So without further ado, Fry pranced over to stand in front of Bender. Hmmm… he was a robot though so kissing him wouldn’t be like kissing any human – or humanoid alien – guy or not. But he was still a guy so the basic idea was still there so…

Fry put his hands on Bender’s shoulders as he leaned in for a kiss. Bender’s mouth was cold and unsurprisingly tasted of booze, in a good way though. A slight tingly sensation hit Fry’s lips as Bender’s hands reached up to light touch his sides. Odd but not necessarily unpleasant, he could probably easily get used to it.

They lingered like that for several long seconds before Fry pulled back, letting out a shaky sigh. “Uh… that was interesting, huh?” he said, tugging at his shirt collar a bit because it was suddenly a bit hotter in here for some reason. They were still standing a bit closer than they normally did too. How had he never noticed that Bender was just a tad shorter than him? … The perfect height for a forehead kiss if Fry were inclined to do so.

“Eh, I’ve had better.” Bender avoided eye contact as he stepped back. Which seemed to release the sudden tension in the air as if an important moment had just passed by them.

Fry looked away too, lifting a hand to rub the back of his neck. “Yeah sorry, I’m not a great kisser. I don’t really have much experience.”

“So, curiosity satisfied?”

“Uh… yeah. Thanks.” It had been nice actually if a bit weird. … That meant he was into guys though, wasn’t it? …. Oh well, that kind of thing was perfectly fine now so yeah, he was into guys and not ashamed of it.

“Good, now… let’s move on and pretend this never happened, okay? We don’t want anyone thinking we’re dating when we’re not.”

“Um… yeah.” Fry nodded, holding his smile even though for some reason Bender’s words made him a bit uncomfortable. If it wasn’t a big deal, why did they have to pretend it had never happened? “Let’s watch some TV, huh? All My Circuits should be starting soon.”

~~~

Despite how it was supposed to have just been an experiment and not a big deal, Fry thought about that kiss a lot. He wanted to do it again and do it better so that maybe Bender would like it too. How did he even go about that though?

That wasn’t all he thought about. Now that he was comfortable and willing to accept that he liked guys like that he allowed his mind to go to other places to. Like dating and holding hands and cuddling and sometimes even sex. What would all the be like with another guy? A robot? Specifically Bender? He wanted to know. He lay in bed at night thinking about it more nights than not. Often it turned into barely remembered dreams that left him more unsatisfied than anything.

He’d never find out though, would he? Because Bender didn’t like humans like that. He’d said so himself directly and had implied it in other instances too, always insisting he hated humans and all that – even if he didn’t really act like it most of the time. So… Fry didn’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell with him.

Damn! He was finally in a place where he was comfortable with his sexuality and in a time when he wouldn’t be persecuted for it and the first man he fell for was unattainable. That was just his luck, huh? … But then again, this was the year 3000 and almost anything was possible with today’s technology, right? …

Waking up early and getting out of bed was absolutely terrible, even worse was going into work that early. But he had no choice if he wanted some time to talk to Professor Farnsworth without Bender around or hopefully anyone else.

As he knew from the handful of weeks he’d lived at the Planet Express building, Farnsworth should be one of the first people here. He typically went straight to his office … and lo and behold, that’s where Fry found him this morning; asleep in his office chair.

Fry walked over to prod his shoulder. “Hey Professor?”

The only response was a loud snore. How he slept so soundly faceup in his desk chair like that, Fry would never understand. But it was important so Fry poked him again, harder this time.

“Wake up, I got something important to ask you about.”

With a grunt, Farnsworth jerked awake. “Huh? What?” He looked blearily around for a few seconds before his gaze settled on Fry. “Oh, you’re here early… I think.”

“Yep because I got something important to ask. You see I’m uh…” Fry gulped, suddenly regretting this a little bit but he’d already come this far so putting his hands behind his back, he soldiered on. “I think I’m gay, well uh… I don’t just think, I know… I think. I’m not entirely sure yet but do I do know I like guys and I’ve never really got girls, you know? Like I thought I was supposed to so I would flirt with them and stuff but it never really felt good even when one finally agreed to date me, you know what I mean?”

“That’s what’s so important you came to work early to tell me about? Well earlier than normal. This is the year 3000, no one cares if you’re gay Fry. The fact that that was ever viewed as a reason to hate people is astounding when there’s so many more actual reasons, such as their taste in music or sports teams.”

“Uh… that’s only part of what I came here to tell you. What I need to ask you is um… well in discovering that I like guys I also discovered that I got a thing for Bender. A kind of big thing. I’ve never felt this way before so I don’t really know what it is for sure but I really want to kiss him and hold his hand and stuff. I know that probably sounds weird because he’s Bender and…”

“Just get to the point,” Farnsworth interrupted.

“Oh uh… sorry. I don’t think he likes humans, not like that anyway. So I was thinking would it be possible to upload my mind into a robot body so that I might have a real chance with him?” Fry had seen such things in movies and stuff a few times, surely that was possible with today’s technology, right?

“Hmmm…” Farnsworth lifted a hand to tap a finger on his chin. “I suppose we could give it a try. You’d be more useful as a robot anyway.” … Wow he’d agreed to that without any need for convincing.

“Awesome, let’s go.”

With a grunt and crack of his old bones, Farnsworth pushed himself off the chair and led the way out of his office. He seemed to know where he was going so Fry followed. In the hallway, they ran into Leela.

“Oh hey Fry,” she said, “You’re here on time for once, good job.”

“Thanks! The Professor’s about to turn me into a robot, you want to watch?”

“Uh… what?”

“I’m turning him into a robot,” Farnsworth replied. “Now come along Fry, we need determine what kind of robot will be most useful to us. I’m thinking one with built in weaponry.”

Leela fell into step with Fry as Farnsworth resumed leading the way presumably to the lab. “Why exactly do you want to be a robot?” she asked in her suspicious voice.

“Because um… well uh…” Fry wasn’t ashamed to admit it or anything but he wasn’t ready for her to know especially when she was looking at him with that looks of hers she always had on her face whenever she caught him doing something stupid.

“He’s in love with Bender or some such bull crap,” Farnsworth said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

“Is that true Fry?”

“Uh… I think so, yes. I don’t really know what love feels like but… regardless he won’t be interested in me as long as I’m human so… I’m becoming a robot. Don’t tell him though please. I want to be the one who tells him.” … What if even becoming a robot didn’t work though? What would Fry do then? He didn’t have time to think on that much as they reached the professor’s lab.

“All right Fry,” Farnsworth said. “You go sit on the table while I work on getting you a good robot body and then when Doctor Zoidberg gets here we’ll call him in to help remove your brain from your skull.”

Oh! Fry didn’t like the sound of that. Before he could voice a protest though, Leela did. “Uh no, that’s not happening. Come on Fry.” She grabbed Fry by the arm and dragged him right back into the hallway. She then closed the door, cutting off Farnsworth’s groan of disappointment.

“But Leela,” Fry tried only to be interrupted as she kept pulling him away.

“Have you even tried talking to Bender and telling him how you feel yet?”

“Well, no but…”

“That’s what I thought. Try that first before going and doing something dumb like having the Professor turn you into a robot. Seriously what were you thinking? It’s the Professor, there’s no way that could ever turn out well. Now come on, we’re going back to the main room and when Bender shows up, you’re going to tell him how you feel, okay?”

Before Fry could even try to answer…

“What’s this about Fry telling Bender how he feels?” Hermes asked as they entered the main room.

“He’s in love,” Leela replied as if it weren’t a big deal.

“Really?” Oh great, Amy was here now too. “I guess that makes sense though, huh? Since they’re roommates and all, the romance practically writes itself. Congrats on realizing it sooner rather than later though Fry.”

With a groan and free Leela’s grasp at last, Fry slunk over to sit at the round table so he could hide his burning face in his arms. He was never going to live this down. Basically everyone knew now and it was only a matter of time before that ‘basically’ was no more. His only solace was the fact that Bender wouldn’t be arriving at work for at least another hour or two so he had some time to figure out what he might say… not much though, nowhere near enough.

The next couple hours were awful. Hermes lectured him about the risks and dangers of workplace romance and what was and was not allowed as if proper romance were a foregone conclusion and not the vain hope it actually was. Amy quizzed him about what he even saw in Bender because Bender was an ‘egotistical kleptomaniac’, whatever that meant. Zoidberg came in and was immediately told and expressed joy that his friends were ‘in love’ and that it was beautiful, again as if it wasn’t just Fry with these feelings which was far more likely to be the case, right? Leela was the only one who left him alone about it despite the fact that she was the one that let the cat out of the bag to everyone else.

The awfulness of all that came to a point when Bender finally arrived. Everyone in the room froze as they looked up at him. Amy let out an excited giggle that made Fry kind of want to die.

“Uh… hey guys,” Bender said as he strode into room. “Why’s everyone looking at me?”

“No reason,” Leela as she stood up. “Fry’s got something important to tell you though. Come on guys, let’s give them some privacy.” She led the way out of the room, quickly followed by everyone else, leaving Fry and Bender alone together within a matter of seconds.

Bender looked after them as they closed the door for a few seconds before turning to look at Fry. “All right, that’s weird. What’s this you want tell me?” he said as he strode over to sit at the table next to Fry. He bent legs up to rest his feet on the table as he pulled out a bottle of booze.

Unable to maintain eye contact, Fry looked away, focusing his gaze on the table instead. He rubbed his finger idly over the little scratch on it that he somehow hadn’t noticed before. What was he supposed to say? He wasn’t ready to tell Bender… more like wasn’t ready to be rejected. How badly was this going to hurt their friendship?

He couldn’t brush it off as nothing, could he? … No, now that Bender knew there was something, he’d probably take offense to any attempt to keep it from him. He’d likely assume the worst too – whatever that might be in his mind – and thus be quite angry. So Fry either had to come up with a convincing important thing to tell him or the truth. The former would be difficult but…

“Out with it meatbag, what is it?”

“Uh… um… it’s uh…” Fry had never been good with words.

“Just spit it out. Am I fired? You don’t want to be my friend anymore? You moving out? … That’s what it is, isn’t it? You hooked up with Amy or Leela and you’re going to move in with them now, huh?”

“What?” Fry jerked his gaze back up to meet Bender’s angry glare. “No, no, no, that’s not it at all.”

Bender didn’t seem much placated. “Then what is it?”

Fry had never been very good at lying or coming up with convincing tales so… with a deep breath he stood up. “You um… remember a couple weeks ago when we kissed and it was supposed to be an experiment to see what it was like to kiss a guy and nothing more?”

Bender’s expression softened a little, though the suspicious anger didn’t leave completely yet. “Yes.”

“Well uh… I’d like to do it again sometime if that’s okay with you. Maybe uh… multiple times.”

“Uh…”

“What I’m saying,” Fry quickly interrupted before he could be shot down before even really saying what he meant, “is that I um… really like you and stuff. So uh… do you maybe want go on a date sometime and like… see what happens?” Fry forced himself to meet Bender’s gaze again. He seemed more surprised than angry now. Was it pleasant surprise though or the opposite? It was hard to tell.

Before replying, Bender took a long drink from the bottle still in his hand, finishing it off and slamming it onto the table as he stood up too. “Is this some fetish thing? You want to fuck a robot and I’m the only one you know so you’re getting all sweet on me to try to get in bed with me?” Right back to being angry, suspicious, and wanting to believe the worst. Why was he like that?

“No, Bender, that’s not it. I like you for you.” Fry pointed at him to emphasize his point. If he were in a less delicate situation he might’ve pointed out how Bender kind of resembled a walking trashcan and therefore wasn’t exactly sexy enough to be worth going to so much trouble for just the purpose of sex. “You’re great and you’re my best friend. And I love spending time with you whether we’re off on a space adventure or just lazing around the apartment watching TV together. So, I’d like to be more than just friends if that’s what you want too. If not, that’s… okay too, I’d understand.” And hopefully this confession wouldn’t hurt that any.

“Oh, hmmm… what else do you like about me?” Well, he was chill now and even grinning, that was good.

“You’re always fun to talk to and you’ve got great ideas for ways to pass the time when we’re bored. And even though you steal my wallet all the time, you always give it back eventually. And you’re a robot and that’s still super cool even if I’m used to robots by now because you were the first one I met and I wasn’t lying when I said I’d always wanted a robot for a best friend. So really by being my pal, you’re fulfilling a lifelong dream of mine. I’ve never thought about dating one before now though, it just never occurred to me until after that uh… kiss experiment we did.”

“Go on,” Bender said in the pause that followed, leaning in eagerly.

Fry sighed. “You’re also very confident, especially in yourself.” Too the point of annoyance at times but even during those instances Fry still wished he could have even a fraction of that level of confidence. “And you’re also super strong, you can bend metal like it’s made of paper which is super cool. And sometimes you use that strength to open jars for me and sometimes you don’t even make fun of me for not being able to open it myself. Also, even despite our occasional disagreements, we always make up eventually and then we’re friends again like nothing ever happened and… that’s really nice.” Fry had never had a friend that would do that for him before, normally one disagreement was all it took for someone to decide they didn’t want to hang out with him ever again. “So… will you go out with me?” Forcing a grin, Fry held out a hand in hopes of Bender taking it.

Bender stared at him in silence for a few horrible seconds that seemed to drag into eternity before finally speaking. “Well, if you’re going to butter me up that much, I suppose we can go on one date and see what happens.” Looking away awkwardly, he even put his hand into Fry’s.

With a rush of giddy relief and grinning so wide his cheeks hurt, Fry use that grip to pull him closer so that their bodies were almost touching, earning a small but very satisfying surprised gasp from him. “Can I kiss you again? For real this time, not just as an experiment?” One was always supposed to ask before doing such a thing, right?

“I just agreed to go on a date with you meatbag, what do you think?”

Fry didn’t answer or make a further move because he didn’t know what to think. He’d never done this before, not with someone he actually wanted to be with.

Bender sighed. “Yes moron, you can kiss me again.”

Fry did so before any self-doubt could get in the way. Bender’s mouth plate was still cool, the taste of beer even stronger than last time. The slight tingling buzz was still there too, just as odd but nice.

“Better than last time?” Fry said, letting out a heavy breath as the pulled apart a few seconds later. He was a bit lightheaded and wanted to sit down but that would mean letting go of Bender’s hand and moving away from him.

“A little.”

Fry took a breath, intending to suggest maybe he needed some more practice but he didn’t get a single syllable out before a small squeak to their right drew his attention. He glanced over just in time to see the door close, silently as whoever was on the other side did so carefully.

Bender had clearly noticed too; he let go of Fry hand and left him to sneak over fling the door all the way open. Perhaps not so surprisingly Leela, Amy, Hermes, Zoidberg and even Professor Farnsworth were gathered in close on the other side. The looks of guilt on their faces made it quite clear what they were doing there.

“Uh, hey Bender,” Leela said with a slight grimace. “What you up to? We were just uh… passing by.”

“And we’re quickly moving on,” Hermes added before turning to flee. The others wasted no time in following suit, Amy dragging away Zoidberg and Leela dragging away Farnsworth.

Bender sighed as he turned back to Fry. If he were as embarrassed as Fry, he was doing a good job of not showing it – though as a robot he couldn’t blush so maybe that had something to do with it. “They’re a bunch of disgusting voyeurs, ,” he said with a scoff as he walked over back over to Fry. “Let’s go to the break room and watch some TV. They should be ashamed enough over being caught spying to not yell at us to go back to work for at least an hour or two.” He put an arm around Fry’s waist to guide him out of the room. Fry was more than happy to go along with it. And maybe, just maybe, they could practice kissing during the ad breaks.

#my writing #futurama #Frender #Mentions of homophobia #internalized homophobia #Fry is gay AU #Bender is pan #kissing #Leela is mom-friend

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This Week in Gundam Wing June 28 - 4 July 2020

Here’s this week’s roundup!

Remember to give your content creators some love! And join in on the events at the bottom!

~Mod Hel PS. So, I’m really bad at checking my email... I really need to get better at it. Some of these (which I’m sure will be new to a lot of you) are from long before this last week... whoops.

Fanfiction/Snippets/AU Ideas:

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

Five dates with Mister Handsome https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622383229580771328/five-dates-with-mister-handsome

1xReader (gender unspecified)

reader-insert, second person POV, fluff, romance

He was sinfully good looking and he had agreed to five dates with an idiotic drunk who claimed one single kiss was worth five dates. You couldn’t help but wonder why.

@coffeetailor

Emergence (Ch. 11) https://archiveofourown.org/works/13322880/chapters/60710743

Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Quatre Raberba Winner, Trowa Barton, Chang Wufei, Sally Po

Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, borrowers fusion but don't call them borrowers, disturbing themes like people trafficking from the bad guys, Size Difference, Will probably be a series, alternate canon events, Macro/Micro

When the war ended, things went a little strange. First, Duo vanished after never having let them see him in person. Then, years later, a tiny race of people are discovered. And that's just the start of things.

Fun Curses with Catboys https://archiveofourown.org/works/25047898

Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell

Chang Wufei, Duo Maxwell

magic transformation, Size Difference, catboy, Anal Sex, Post-Canon, Magic, wufei's a wizard, thar be porn

When Wufei leaves the Preventers, Duo goes snooping and finds out some things about his favorite (crush) loner. Like his hobbies in gardening, rare book collecting, and… magic? Probably shouldn’t have touched that, Duo. Good thing it’s a fun curse, and there’s a sexy wizard around to help out.

@chronicwhimsy

Strangers (Ch. 6) https://archiveofourown.org/works/24357013/chapters/60473569

Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell, Background Quatre x Relena, Background Heero x Trowa - Character

OC - Oliver McGann

Long Lost Twins, this was meant to be hijinks but then I got reminded these boys have Issues, Pining, Duo is a stressed-out jerk who needs a holiday, Post-EW, Frozen Teardrop can do one, sex in later chapters because this is me who are we kidding

If you said the word "brother" to Duo Maxwell, he'd think of the other pilots.

If you said, "no, your long-lost brother" to Duo Maxwell, he'd think of Solo and be very confused.

If you said, "no, your twin brother you were separated from at birth, and he's now working with the Preventers as a lawyer" to Duo Maxwell, he would go and punch his doppelganger.

Duo Maxwell isn't good at dealing with things, but unfortunately this particular thing isn't going to go away that easily.

@destinysblackrose

It Takes a Legend... https://archiveofourown.org/works/25012021

Relena Peacecraft/Heero Yuy, Relena Peacecraft & Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell/Hilde Schbeiker

Heero Yuy, Relena Peacecraft, Trowa Barton, Duo Maxwell, Duo Maxwell Jr., Hilde Schbeiker, Chang Wufei

Angst, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Slice of Life, Duo's going to have his ribs broken, Gundam Wing children, #fatherhood, Fatherhood, Father's Day, Crass Humor, teenaged boy humor

“Listen, I can’t possibly imagine what it’s like to be you. You never had a childhood. And you never had a father—”

“No,” Heero shook his head. “I didn’t. I trained to fight, to kill from…as far back as I can remember.” The visible side of his mouth, from Aidan’s vantage point, turned down.

“It’s why,” he paused and picked up a wrench from the open drawer. “It’s why sometimes...I’m, I’m at a total loss…” He dropped the hand holding the wrench to his side. Aidan could see his knuckles change color where he throttled the metal implement.

“Your mom is so much, better at these things… At being there for you.”

@doctormegalomania

Introspective https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622202012283584512/introspective

Implied 1x2, implied 3x4, implied past 2xH, past 1xR

self-exploration of gender identity and sexuality, reference to past sexual situations (non-explicit), candid conversations

Heero gives some thought to his sexuality.

Your Body’s Poetry (Ch. 20) https://archiveofourown.org/works/20438891/chapters/60737623

Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei/Original Female Character(s), Relena Peacecraft & Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell/Original Male Character(s)

Characters: Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei, Sally Po, Relena Peacecraft, Lucrezia Noin, Zechs Merquise, Hilde Schbeiker

Past Relationship(s), Slice of Life, Post-Break Up, Slow Burn, Developing Relationship, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence

Long after the wars, long after peace is established the Gundam Pilots discover one immovable fact: Relationships are hard work.

@duointherain

Beneath: All Those Sounds https://duointherain.tumblr.com/post/622765434690781184/beneath-all-those-sounds-11

Notes: The boys are 35. They are married and they live in Seattle. Heero is a physician and a research scientist. Duo is a stay at home dad and a best selling novelist. They have twins who are spending the holiday with their grandmother Maureen and their godmothers, Rey and Precious.

It didn’t take much. Neither of them said anything. The fireworks exploded outside their house, somewhere down by the water, far enough away that it was just a soft little press against the windows, against their souls.

Left on Read https://duointherain.tumblr.com/post/622787629087440896/fic-left-on-read-1

Duo Maxwell had decided, several years before, that he didn’t much like Preventers. At the time, he hadn’t know what he did like either. The therapist that Quatre had talked him into seeing had told him this was normal. Trauma would leave a person with little self, especially if the trauma had happened early and consistently. He had said quiet loudly, that day that he had plenty of self, everyone thought so! He was loud and brash and brave and drank too much, and had more lovers than she’d probably had in her whole boring life

@lemontrash

The Morning Brightens https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622390770875465728/the-morning-brightens

4x5

established relationship, coming out fic, fluff

After a night of not sleeping on it, Wufei discusses something important with Quatre.

@lifeaftermeteor

Pride https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622300166716833793/pride

1x2

pride parade, slice of life, fluff, asexual duo

Duo has only recently come to terms with his asexuality. It took him a long time to understand it, and even longer to embrace it as inherently part of himself. To celebrate, Heero takes him out onto the streets for New York City’s Pride.

@relenaforpresident

Just Love: Queerness in Gundam Wing https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622292634598293504/just-love-queerness-in-gundam-wing

No ships but reference to both 1xR and 1x2

non-fiction, personal essay, self-reflection, gender, queerness, fandom

A personal essay on how the Gundam Wing series and fandom community helped me change my personal beliefs on love and gender.

@simulacraryn

Donguri https://archiveofourown.org/works/24733540

General Audiences

Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Heero Yuy, Odin Lowe

A short piece about Odin Lowe and his young protégé. This is an excerpt from a longer (discontinued) 2009 fic I once posted on ff.net ("Kaifuku"), but it can be read as a standalone piece.

Heero’s Inheritance https://archiveofourown.org/works/24658531

General Audiences

Heero Yuy, Odin Lowe

Illustrations, Headcanon

Just a short headcanon about Heero's past. Illustrated work.

TheManwell

A Season for Vengeance (Ch. 10) https://archiveofourown.org/works/22508074/chapters/53785717

Explicit

Trowa Barton/Duo Maxwell, Solo/Heero Yuy

Trowa Barton, Duo Maxwell, Catherine Bloom, Cathy's son (OC), Cathy's husband (OC), Heero Yuy, Zechs Merquise, Quinze (Gundam Wing), Solo (Gundam Wing), Nichol (Gundam Wing), Lucrezia Noin

dude in distress, Trowa for MVP, things that go boom, Backstory things, modern day AU, Sequel, alternating pov, Trowa POV, Duo POV

It's been over a year since Duo and Trowa escaped the pain and betrayal and danger of their pasts, went off the grid and started building a new life together. But when Duo's birthday comes and goes without a single obnoxious message from his older brother, they know something is wrong. It's time to break cover and check in. The only problem is that Duo's brother works for a powerful government agency, so making that call will put Duo and Trowa on their radar...

Fanart/Crafts/Photo Manips:

@antarespromise

https://antarespromise.tumblr.com/post/622394387634257921

Quatre Raberba Winner, fanart

@bettertasting

https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622198278449168385/title-proud-artist-cindy-bettertasting

Gboys Pride Banner, @wingqueero, fanart

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622296415384764416/title-in-the-name-of-justice-and-love-artist

Pride Leo “In the name of Justice and Love”, @wingqueero, gunpla

@coffeetailor

https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622303966073683968/title-special-delivery-artist-coffee

Duo/WuFei, @wingqueero, fanart

@daddywarbats

https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622213395485229056/title-just-gals-being-pals-or-not-artist

Hilde/Relena, @wingqueero, fanart

@deathscythehell

https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622209566153818112/artist-tami-deathscythehell-description-one

Duo/Quatre (best dads), @wingqueero, fanart (comic)

@deejayers

https://deejayers.tumblr.com/post/622482172907077632/and-wing-is-complete-talk-about-a-monster-this

Wing, gunpla

@gundayum

https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622439861179351040/hi-all-gundayum-here-im-gonna-try-and-not-make

Important Thank You, and some partied out WuFei, @wingqueero, fanart

@gwfrozentears

https://gwfrozentears.tumblr.com/post/622495742005772288/por-siempre-mi-pareja-favorita

Heero & Relena

https://gwfrozentears.tumblr.com/post/622493743305621504/he-comenzado-a-dibujar-nuevamente-inspirada-en-el

Heero

https://gwfrozentears.tumblr.com/post/622494840371970048

Heero

https://gwfrozentears.tumblr.com/post/622499630050066432

Heero

https://gwfrozentears.tumblr.com/post/622548456296300544

Heero

https://gwfrozentears.tumblr.com/post/622507185094721536

Heero/Relena

@lokineko

https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622205797731123200/title-quiet-happiness-artist-lokineko

Trowa/Heero, @wingqueero, fanart

lotopauanka

https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622288883271467008/title-just-married-artist-lotopauanka-social

Heero/Duo, @wingqueero, fanart

@oekakimemo

https://oekakimemo.tumblr.com/post/622350648656134144/20200630-traditional-painting

Relena Darlian/Peacecraft, fanart

@page-of-wands11

https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622379476560609280/title-colourful-kiss-artist-page-of-wands

Heero/Duo, @wingqueero, fanart

@seitou

https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622394541550534656/title-pride-walk-artist-seitou-seitou-social

Pride Walk, @wingqueero, fanart

@tatakaumono

https://tatakaumono.tumblr.com/post/621743027371819008/happy-24-day-pride-dont-tag-as

Quatre/Duo, fanart

@theboringbluecrayon

https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/post/622387009366982656/title-family-pride-wip-artist-blue

Trowa/Quatre & Family, @wingqueero, fanart

Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

https://bobo-is-tha-bomb.tumblr.com/post/622708372721025024/never-though-they-would-come-in-but-here-they

GW OST CDs, photo

https://bobo-is-tha-bomb.tumblr.com/post/622456639940919296/always-nice-when-the-mail-man-stops-by

gw artbooks, and other merch, photo

@cuteciboulette

https://cuteciboulette.tumblr.com/post/622269950937186304/another-extract-from-the-cover-of-the

Heero/Duo, doujinshi “Toki no suna” by Sango Show cover

Fandom Discourse:

@2pcb has created a wonderful discord for gw artists who would like monthly prompts to get those creative juices flowing! DM them if you’d like to join!

@hanryuu would like to know whether anyone has translated the Blind Target drama cds. If you have any information on that we would be grateful!

Quotes:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/622379465062924288/duo-why-do-bigfoot-hunters-try-to-lure-him-with-a

Duo, Trowa, & WuFei

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/622560690151047168/wufei-we-can-talk-about-normality-until-the-cows

WuFei, Heero, Trowa, & Duo

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/622470062887075840/heero-run-thisdoesntbothermeexe-brain-file

Heero

Calendar Events:

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompt for Friday, July 10th! https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/622719166375493632/raspberry-mango-sangria-yield-1-pitcher-prep

In need of FALL/AUTUMN prompts!

@gwoc-october

GW OC October 2020!

Help pick out prompts!

https://gwoc-october.tumblr.com/post/621130082429337600/hello-gundam-wing-folks-thats-right-gw-oc

@seasons-of-gundamwing

Voting Results: https://seasons-of-gundamwing.tumblr.com/post/622566396369485824/looks-like-well-be-doing-a-hilde-week-thanks-to

Summer of Hilde!

In need of prompts! https://seasons-of-gundamwing.tumblr.com/post/622567839387271168/summer-of-hilde-prompt-call

@wingqueero

Gundam Wing Pride Party 2020

Come check out all the amazing works! https://wingqueero.tumblr.com/

#Gundam Wing #This Week in Gundam Wing #Weekly Roundup #June 28 - 4 July 2020

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do-ya-hear-that-sound · 5 years ago

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Surf and Turf

...it’s finally happenin’ folks

I got A LOT to write for y’all, but I promised this a hot minute ago, and it’s finally time I made good on that. (Granted, I was on anon, but S T I L L)

@beetlejuicebeadoll this one’s for you and your Salty Sweet AU

Rock on 🎸🎸🎸

EDIT: Okay, made some edits on this bad boy since I posted it. Added the “Read More” thing and a few other spelling and format stuff that bothered me.

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Dewey has spent many hours of the day daydreaming what it would be like to walk on the dry sand. Now, wobbling and stumbling across the beach, trying to find a way to move his new legs, he can’t help but think the sand is so much rougher than he thought it would be. Smooth and corse at the same time. It’s nothing like how it is underwater: the grains swishing and yielding to his tale when he moved across the ocean floor. His heels dig into the surface with each step. He has to practically pull his feet out from the beach beneath him, only to put it back down and is met with resistance, only to be inevitably sunk back in. The squishy sand slipping beneath his toes, the salty wind blowing across his skin, and making the hair on his legs stand on end, the growing heat on his face from the morning sun— it’s nothing at all like Dewey’s dreamed it would be.

It’s even better.

Clutching the towel wrapped around his waist, (he’s never been so thankful for careless beachgoers before... and so annoyed at a certain Sea Witch for not conjuring clothes for him after the transformation happened) Dewey goes to the diner that should(?) be a few streets away from the pier he emerged underneath in. He’s grateful he had the foresight to ask his little guppy about this small beach city: their places to go, eat, what they do during the day when he’s not there with them. He smiles at the memory. He lived for the everyday, mundane things you described to him; it completely fulled his imagination. Recently, Dewey developed the habit of getting up early to watch the town wake up. He would get behind the closest rock to the shore he could manage and watch as the humans would leave their homes and start their days, dreaming all the while that he was with you as you began your own.

His pace quickens. He's found a pair of discarded sandals on the sidewalk in front of someone's house and slipped them on before going out onto the streets. (Is it common for humans to leave stuff around like this? He wonders.) The bendy shoes slap against the harsh surface as he zooms past stores. Dewey lights up like pier at night when he finally spots it: Diana's Diner— your favorite breakfast spot and current place of work.

He can't help himself. He burst through the front doors with so much enthusiasm that he bumps into the group of people standing a few steps away. They all glared at him, a site Dewey is more than familiar with, if he's honest. He smiles apologetically and helps the humans he managed to knock over back on to their feet, shrugging sheepishly and mouthing "sorry!" before he goes back to his original goal.

His eyes search wildly for you... only to find that the diner is overflowing with people. Choosing to ignore the voices talking around him, Dewey stands on a chair nearby to try to see you. Panic is starting to flood his system. Were you working today? Was it a Monday? (What even was a Monday??) This isn't good at ALL. Dewey needs to find you. He can't win if he doesn't-

His growing whirlpool of thoughts was cut off by a tug on his towel. He looks down to find an angry looking trout of glaring human back at him.

"Listen, Magic Mike, I'm gonna have to ask you to get down from there and stop giving all these people a show. Either come back with a shirt and a long towel or not at all. Kuh-peesh?"

Dewey furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, but he got down from the chair nonetheless. He didn't understand a majority of the stuff that came out of the human's mouth. How in all the seven seas was Dewey giving these people a show? He can't speak, let alone sing— the Sea Witch made sure of that. Dewey looks down at his towel: it looks alright to him. It was covering his lower body perfectly well. Sure, the knot he tied at the side of his hip created a slit that showed his side leg and some of his bottom, but that couldn't be the issue, could it? He saw humans of his own gender show even less skin than Dewey was right now at the beach multiple times! No, that couldn't be the reason: what would make now any different than then?

What in dear Neptune was that weird sound made at the end?!?

Dewey stands there, motionless as these thoughts swim through his mind. It all comes to a halt when the angry human grabs onto his wrists and starts to pull him towards the doors. Dewey tugs back, not so willing to give up that easily. He's come so far! He can't let that Sea Witch win so easily! The human puts up more force into their pull, but Dewey pulls back just as quickly, digging his feet into the floor as much as his sandals will let him. He's so caught up in this battle, he doesn't even realize that a new human has come up right behind him.

"Harvey, what drama are you causing n- DEWEY?!"

He whips his head around to finally, FINALLY find you, mouth hanging wide open in shock. He rips himself out of the person- Harvey's- grip and launches himself in your direction. It's a sweet relief to Dewey when he brings you close and holds you in his arms. He nuzzles himself into the crook of your neck and breathes as slowly as he possibly can. He hears your breath hitch but keeps going when he feels you sink into his arms. Dewey’s heart soars when you wrap your arms around him, relishing the coolness of his palms against his back, made hot from the rising sun outside.

“Is it really, you Dew?” you whisper in his ear.

He smiles against your skin, unwilling to put space between the two of you just yet. Dewey nods and strokes the back of your head, taking in how different it feels before the sea salt has touched it.

You smell sweet, sweeter than usual, he realizes. Everything about you is so much more different than what he's used to when he sees you at night in his home of the ocean. Dewey wants to know that difference, bask in it, and learn so much about it, about you, that it's hurting him that he doesn't yet. He lines little kisses at the base of your neck and moves upward to the back of your ear, your skin so smooth and wonderful it's all he can do to not melt into you.

Dewey can't believe he second-guessed himself about the deal. He's just found you, and it's already worth the price and more.

You're so incredible. It's astounding to him how there isn't a constellation named after you already.

Dewey's bubble is burst when you tear yourself out of his grip.

He blinks himself out of his stupor, and that's when he realizes: your face has changed color dramatically. Your face is so red it's enough to rival some of the coral reefs he's seen down below. Your face to the side and looking anywhere but him right now. He blinks rapidly, trying to think of the reason for whatever made you so upset with him. It can't be the what he was doing just now, you clearly enjoyed-

Whistles and cheers erupt from all around the both of you. Dewey turns and sees that people are smiling at them; one person even shouting, "get it, honey!" that seems to be directed at you. You groan and bury your face in your hands.

"Well, someone went out and got themselves a boyfriend without telling us!"

And just like that, everything clicks inside Dewey's head. He let the excitement of the transformation and the urgency of the deal get the better of him— Dewey completely forgot everything you told him about human courtship until now. He had an entire plan for how he wanted to show up, woo you, and sweep you off your feet. While Dewey wishes he was a bit slower in his approach, he can't bring himself to be entirely mad with how things turned out... especially when he recognizes that you're flustered with his actions more than anything. Dewey straightens his back and brings you closer with one arm, happily confirming to everyone that he was yours and you were his. His grin stretches even further when you move your face from your hands and into his chest.

"You're not helping, Dewey." You mutter into his chest. He can't help but chuckle at your reaction. He rubs circles against your back in comfort.

"AH-HEM."

He jumps slightly at the noise made behind him and pulls away from you to see who it is. Dewey's hand moving from your back and sliding down your arm and landing into your hand.

It's Harvey, the trout-man, looking just as mad as he was even before Dewey showed up and put on "a show."

Dewey looks down at his attire and finally takes a good look around him. Everyone else is significantly more covered than he is, right now. Dewey looks back at you, face still red and still refusing to make eye contact with him. He thinks of the reaction of the diner when he separated from you after his public displays of affection.

Perhaps "show" is the right term, after all.

"Listen, just cuz one of my employees is sweet on you does not mean you get to waltz in here like you were Aphrodite that just emerged from the sea, Kuh-peesh?"

Trout Man turns to you, "Go get your boy-toy some clothes and whatever kinks you two are into do not bring them back to this diner if you still want a job, Kuh-peesh?"

Trout Man is met with only silence. Dewey turns back to you. Your eyes aren't on Trout Man's face, but they aren't on Dewey's face either. Instead of your gaze locked onto the floor or your hands, your eyes are zeroed in on Dewey's chest. Your eyes wide and teeth peeking out as you chew your bottom lip, chest rising slowly as your gaze remains focused on Dewey's chest.

Dewey tests the waters and stretches his back, even more, drawing his shoulder blades in to touch each other, expanding the view of his chest for you. His smiles smugly when he sees your eyes widen in response, and take a deep inhale the almost the same time as he does.

Trout Man, of course, has to ruin this moment too. He shouts, "KUH-PEESH?!" and it snaps you out of your Dewey-Daze (unfortunately).

"Yeah, sure thing, Harvey! Sorry, it won't happen again!" You grip onto Dewey's hand and lead him out of the diner.

"Come on, Dewey." You smile at him, "let's go buy you some clothes, then I can treat you to breakfast."

Dewey beams and interlaces his fingers with yours. He doesn't miss the few times your eyes dart towards his bare chest as you walk out the diner and onto the sidewalk. He doesn't miss any of the sneaked glances when he stretches his hands above his head and interlaces them behind his head. (He had to take his hands off of you, but it's a worthy sacrifice to have your eyes glued to his arms instead.) Dewey half-listens to you speak about your friend at the pier when he decides to kiss your knuckles, and he takes the utmost pleasure in listening to you to trail off as Dewey trails his lips down to your palm and leaves a trail of light kisses from there to your wrist.

You two get to the clothing store, and Dewey makes it his mission to try on as many clothes as possible that show off his upper body.

Dewey finds himself, of all things, thankful to the Sea Witch, for not conjuring up clothes when he first hit the surface. That comment about not "underestimating the importance of body language" seems much more useful advice now than just a snide remark made in the heat of the deal. Dewey considers, for the first time, that the Sea Witch probably wants him to succeed in his endeavor. The Sea Witch seemed, at the very least, to understand what it was like to be in love with someone and not being able to express it back... Or maybe the evil Witch just wants to see him build up hope for himself only to make him fail in the end. Regardless of whatever caused the Sea Witch compelled to make a deal with him, Dewey is grateful, nonetheless, and decides not to try and make heads or tails of the Sea Witch's reasoning.

Beetlejuice is a hard being to comprehend, after all.

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mystifyingorbit · 5 years ago

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Wonder

So.. Uhh, welcome to part 1 of my Red String Loonaverse soulmate au, created and discussed with @s-tarbucks. There will be more parts, so expect some more from this au eventually.

To this day, Hyunjin wonders why her string goes to outer space. It’s weird enough that she can see her string in the first place, when no other she knew could, but hers also leads to somewhere up in space? God, she must’ve done something wrong in her previous lives to be punished like this, a soulmate who knows where, not knowing if she will ever meet them. She’s heard horror stories of people who never meet their soulmate, and it scares her that they might never meet. Hey, at least she has proof to herself there are other living things out there, so that’s one thing to tick of her bucket list. She’s scared, that when they both hit 18, they wouldn’t be able to understand each other.

Sadly, she’s not the only one with soulmate issues. She can see other people’s strings too, but only when she’s in contact with them. When she mentions her noticing the string appear between her parents, they hugged her and explained to her about soulmates, she never mentioned her own thoughts. In her friend group, she sees some of the weirdest strings too. Her unnie’s string disappeared almost a year ago, which Hyunjin realized when she hugged Haseul on that exact day during Hyunjin’s 17th birthday party. Hyunjin brought it up one day when Haseul asked if she'd meet her soulmate. It was a day of tears and apologies. (Haseul doesn’t blame Hyunjin, Hyunjin still feels like it’s her fault one of her closest friends suffers).

That’s just one of the things she notices. She feels like her ability is a curse, seeing some of her closest friends and family be with people the string doesn’t connect to, having voluntarily blocked out their true soulmate, their strings turning grey from misuse. She’s seen others have their string cut, their soulmate dying without either of them meeting, and she’s seen some who did not have a string at all. She feels like she’s invading their privacy, seeing how they choose to deal with soulmates, seeing some of them go to waste.

She still wonders, who’s on the end of her string, if they will end up like some of the others, their string grey or cut, having never met each other, or if they will somehow, one way or another, find their way to each other.

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Chaewon believes in soulmates. Everyone in Eden does. She wishes she knows what man is at the end of her string. She’s an anomaly, someone who doesn’t know their soulmate at birth. She wishes she does, wishes she was normal. When she went through the soulmate identification ritual, hers was unidentifiable, yet she still had one, a presence on the other side of the string.

What disappoints her the most isn’t really that she gets teased a bit, she’s learnt to joke about it. It’s how she’s unable to relate to her classmates when they talk about meeting their soulmates or going on dates together. She won’t know until she’s 18, maybe even later if her soulmate is younger. How are they going to fit? She’s never seen anyone around who doesn’t end up with her soulmate, and it scares her.

It’s probably why she’s gotten really close to her best friends. Jiwoo, Hyejoo and Sooyoung, all having never mentioned their soulmates either. She’s patient, but she still wonders, and she hopes for the best. She hopes for a soulmate she can love, she can trust, she can see herself spending the rest of their lives together.

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It was 4 days after Hyunjin’s birthday when she heard a voice in her head.

“Hello, are you there?” a soft feminine voice sounds in her head.

Ok, honestly, she’s not surprised that it’s a girl. She’s known from quite a young age that she wasn’t exactly straight (ok, that’s an extreme understatement), so she wasn’t surprised. She hopes the other was fine with it too.

“I’m here.” She replies softly in her head, instantly hearing a soft gasp in her head at her voice.

“I’m sorry… I have to go.” is the last thing she hears, before the gateway connecting them is shut from the other side.

Did.. did she not like her? Was her soulmate afraid that she’s a girl? Will she be cut off from her? Hyunjin is terrified to find out, and all she can do now is wait and wonder.

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Chaewon is terrified. Her soulmate’s a girl… She’s, wait how? Every time soulmates have been brought up in class, in school, everywhere, it’s always opposing genders. A man and a woman.

Chaewon’s surprised… but does she really mind it?

She’s never been “normal” anyway.. Now it all makes sense really. Her little crush on Hyejoo, how she was never really interested in guys anyway… Maybe her freakout was a bit unnecessary? Oh god does her soulmate hate her now? She did shut her out… I guess there’s no other way but to try.

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It was the next morning when Hyunjin felt the link again and heard a welcome voice in her head beginning to ramble. “Ummm, hello? I’m sorry for freaking out yesterday, I just didn’t expect this at all and I’m sorry, I’m really really sorry.”

Hyunjin cracks a small smile and laughs, clearly noticing the other girl is embarrassed through the tone and speed of her thoughts. “It’s fine.. Don’t worry.”

Deciding to get a little revenge on the girl for causing her to panic the day before, she decides to flirt a bit to embarrass her soulmate a little more. Adopting a slightly teasing lit to her voice, she decides to ask. “So, do I get to know the name of my princess?”

She responds with a soft stutter, causing Hyunjin to laugh at how cute it is“u-uhhh, it’s Chaewon..”

Her response to that only causes Hyunjin to laugh louder, “Stop laughing, please!! It’s embarrassing me” Chaewon almost shouts at her through the link.

“I’m sorry,” Hyunjin said softly, her smile clear in her voice. “Your reactions are just really cute.”

“Oh uhhh, ummm…” Chaewon replies, still clearly embarrassed, “Do I get to know your name?”

“It’s Hyunjin.. My name is Hyunjin.” Hyunjin immediately replies, still smiling brightly at the

opportunity to get to know her soulmate.

“Hyunjin…” Chaewon says contemplatively… “That’s such a lovely sounding name for a lovely lady like yourself.”

It’s been 3 months since her birthday, and it has been some of the best 3 months she’s had.

She’s always been cheerful, but now she’s even more absurdly so, though no one other than Hyejoo seems to notice the change.

When Hyejoo brought it up, all she mentioned was soulmate. Hyejoo immediately nods, understanding and happy for her.

Speaking to Hyunjin has been amazing. She understands why they couldn’t have identified her, not with them being from two completely different worlds. They’ve talked about each other, their lives, families and just the world around them. How Hyunjin has an obsession with bread. How Hyunjin has two pet cats, while she herself has a pet butterfly and how butterflies are her favourite animal. Describing their favourite places to go to and spend on their breaks, just sharing everything about their lives with each other. Sharing each other’s Christmas presents with each other (turns out Christmas is universal, even across universes), and just being with each other during each other’s struggles

They seem to fit like pieces to a puzzle. Hyunjin always knows how to cheer her up after a tough day, or to help her sneak in answers during an exam (No one knows she’s connected to a soulmate already, so they don’t bother blocking her connection during exams). It’s always funny hearing Hyunjin act like a cat, herself responding in kind.

She’s never felt more blessed to know someone, but there’s always a slight pang in her heart every time she talks to Hyunjin. It’s been even more vivid this past week, especially after valentine’s day. She’s happy with Hyunjin, definitely, but she wants more than just a connection in her head.

One day Hyunjin brings it up, having clearly noticed her feelings before. “What’s wrong? You seem more downcast these last few days.”

Chaewon should’ve expected this question really. Hyunjin has always been more observant than she lets on. “Spending time with you has been amazing… I was doubtful at first, having a soulmate that was a girl, but these past three months have been the best three months of my entire life. You’re amazing, but I just feel something’s missing.”

The girl in question softens, replying cheerfully. “I understand… I feel the same way princess. I would love nothing more than to be able to see you, how you look like, and to spend time with you together in person..”

There was a soft pause, as they both imagined how it would be like.

Hyunjin was the first one to break the silence, “You know we’ll find a way right?”

“Huh?” Chaewon was confused, “What do you mean?”

“We’ll find a way to be with each other… we’re destined to, after all, we just have to wait and believe.” Hyunjin replies, a hint of determination in her voice.

Chaewon only can smile at that, Hyunjin’s belief washing over her. “Of course, we’ll find a way together. Meanwhile, I intend to spend as much time as I can with you in my head.”

Hyunjin laughs softly, a sound that Chaewon has grown to love. “I would love nothing more.”

#hyunjin #go won #Red_string_au #Loona Imagines

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go-diane-winchester · 6 years ago

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Trans people and slash fiction

@meko-phan Sincere apologies for the late reply. When you leave more than one comment, Tumblr sometimes chooses to only show the first comment in notifications.

I gave the definition of slash fiction as: An escapist, fantastical platform for female sexual expression, done by women, for women; about male subjects in a romantic setting.

Meko is one of the trans people who were understandably upset by the definition. The reason why this type of issue doesn't happen in the east, is because in the east, trans people [or the third gender in India, Pakistan and Bangladesh] are seen as a separate gender. They understand and acknowledge that what appeals to a straight man won't appeal to a lesbian. And what appeals to a straight woman won't appeal to a gay man. Sexually, the people in the east are superior in their thinking. In the same way, what trans people find sexually appealing is different to what single gender individuals find appealing. There may be some similarities. We are all human after all. But there are major differences.

If gay/bi men are writing bara and straight/bi women are writing slash, then trans people should be writing their own fiction. Write whatever pairing you want but label it properly. For example, take a pairing, like say padackles, Stucky, Harry/Draco, doesn't really matter.... Lets stick with Padackles since we are both familiar with it. If you are bi man, you are writing padackles bara. If you are a straight woman, you are writing padackles slash. If you are a trans person, you are writing padackles....trans? Lets go with that. I am not trans, so I would never be arrogant enough to name your fiction. How you choose to label your fiction as a community is up to you. I am just giving you an idea.... Trans Padackles? Flows better, I think.

Anyway, what is so important about labels? It doesn't seem very inclusive, does it? On the surface, yes. However, when it comes to your sexuality, you can't be inclusive. Because your sexuality is exclusively yours. But why the big deal? Its just a bunch of stories, right? Wrong. Major schools of Psychology in Ivy League universities, are studying these stories to try to understand human sexuality. The reason why they are doing that, is because Alfred Kinsey, who wrote a bogus thesis about human sexuality had flawed datas and lies tangled in with some truth in his report. And the current sexologists are only now aware of his inaccuracy and lies. Plus the man was a pedophile. Yuck!

So they have to research everything he claimed. And one of the vehicles they are using is ''sexual'' fan fiction. I am calling it sexual fan fiction because its differs from general fan fiction. They are specifically using Supernatural, because this show is the longest running genre show on American television with a fixed slash audience. They aren't analyzing general fan fiction because that is universal in its appeal. Everyone likes general stuff. And if you don't label your fiction properly, you are not going to have a voice in this study. Out of sight, out of mind. The study will be complete without trans people making a dent in the data. Is that what you want?

Yaoi, Yuri, Bara, etc are a celebration of sexuality. As a trans person, don't you want to celebrate your sexual individuality? Besides, I am curious to know how a trans person would write like Padackles. Think about it. Take a AU scenario like: Padackles wedding night and first time. Give this challenge to

5 gay men

5 straight women

5 lesbians [because for some reason they write Padackles and wincest]

5 gender fluid people

They have to write only to please their gender and no one else. The characters have to be reflections of the writer. They cant steal jargons and lingos from others communities. Their work must exclusively reflect their sexuality. For example, the gay writers have to make padackles gay men. The trans writers have to make padackles transsexual. And the straight women have to make padackles slashsexual [escapist and fantastical]. I don't know what the heck the lesbians are going to write. Unless....unless they want to make Padackles lesbian. Hmm, I wonder. If a challenge like this one is sent out by universities, I have a feeling the truth of the nature of ''sexual'' fiction and how each group differs, will come out.

@meko-phan I thoroughly enjoyed writing this post because I could talk about the art of slash fiction for hours. I am really curious to know what your opinion of all this is. It will help me to broaden my understanding of this art form and the other types that are parallel to it. Bara doesn't have a voice is the west. Trans fiction doesn't have a voice in the west. Maybe you can help to change that.

If there is any other trans reader [or any other reader really] who wishes to leave a comment please do so. I am really curious about this subject. If there are lesbians who write about two men sexually, please tell me why. I am confused about it. I might learn something about you. Thanks to all for reading.

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dimancheetoile · 6 years ago

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Oooo, how about: S (Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?) and U (Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much)?

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

I’m a bad person to ask this because I don’t really write tropes. BUT I LOVE YOU ANON so I went and looked up some tropes on Fanlore to see if there’s anything I like. And there is!!! So:

• bodyswap: because I’m a sucker for a character with chronic pain or a disability or a prosthetic swaping with their s/o or best friend. cause on one hand you have the suffering character who is having a relief-orgasm from not being in pain anymore (that’s the chronic pain in me talking) and on the other you have their loved one who gets sucker-punched by how much pain the other is on a daily basis. When done in that particular way, it’s my favourite trope of all.

• apocafic: (love the name btw) I often play the ‘what would you do in an apocalypse’ game with my friends and I’m always the winner because my mom’s an agricultor and my grandparents taught me every single useful skill out there (I know how to sew, knit, weave baskets, start a fire, one of my grandma was a botanist so I can recognize plants and make remedies with them, you get the idea) and my dad is a woodworker so, again, useful skill. Which is why I love writing stories where I can put that knowledge to use. It also means I’m a bit picky when it comes to reading apocafics ahaha.

• marriage of convenience: only when the two who get married don’t end up together. I absolute LOVE when there’s a marriage between two people who end up best friends and would die for each other, but have a romantic partner (or more!!!) outside of their marriage. Bonus points if they have to choose between the bro and the hoe and they go for the bro.

• time travel: probably the one I’ve written the most. Time travel fix-its are my absolute jam. I get to do everything I want with canon while also creating good, angsty situations for my characters to be in. (if you like time travel aus as well, some recs here - *** are my faves: A How To Guide To Shinobi Life *** | reverse -never finished reading it but the 70+ chapters I read were great | Waves | Ricochet | Rainy Days *** | before you -not done reading it, but it’s already great)

• disability fic: call it projecting if you want, but I really enjoy reading fics where a character gets injured or looses a sense or is amputated or has chronic pain (well you get the idea, I like my angst like I like my salsa: debilitating) and how they deal with it, how the people around them support them, etc. Never found any fic like that in Naruto, unfortunately.

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

AH YES I LOVE THAT. Please let me shower those amazing people in compliments. My treat. (not gonna assume any gender unless I asked before)

1. Dovey. I don’t know if they have a tumblr, but if anyone know, please share with me so I can send them love. They have the taste the closest to mine, I believe, of the whole fandom. All of their fics just break me appart, not only is the style incredible but the topics always move me, and they write mainly about Sakura. They also share my view on Kakashi (cool character but terrible teacher, messed up Team 7 like you wouldn’t believe with his incompetence) and they tend to write Sasuke in the only way I can endure.

Recs: Find Your Place (whatever it takes) (sakura fought in the third war as canon folder even tho she was so young, because she’s from a civilian family. she gets a deep hatred of the system and PTSD. her goal is to kill the hokage for revenge) Even lambs have teeth (sakura is sent on a honeypot mission as a genin but no one prepared her to be raped in the name of her village)

2. @mouseymightymarvellous my soulmate. Plain and simple. Not so much the tastes this time than the writing style, though our tastes do tend to match. But we write the same way, like we’re bleeding through our words, like the bitterness is a verbe tense we’ve mastered, and we craft our stories like others daggers to dig into the meat of everything that makes Naruto great, at its core. I adore her and her poetry makes me want to fight dragons.

Recs: her poetry tag on tumblr. by deepest night or brightest day (be lovin’ you) (shikasaku stories, which not only is the otp, but so well-written it puts my heart in my throat)

3. @ohtze I know I keep talking about them but no one knows their fic amongst the people I share this corner of the fandom with and I really need the world to know about it. I don’t think they’ve written much more about Naruto, but that one story has broken my heart and my mind, changed the way I view writting and Naruto stories as a whole. EVERYONE needs to read that story. I’m not kidding.

Rec: the story in question, Monomoth (post 4th-war, Team 7 is a mess of psychological issues. sakura’s skin is crawling from an illness and the pure hatred she has for sasuke. sasuke is psychotic, confusing sakura with his mother, mildly hallucinating all the time. naruto is desensitized, defeated, blind to his teammates’ issues. in the middle of that, a mission. and a monster.)

Thanks for asking!!!! I had fun answering.

FANFIC ASK GAME

#mako replies #rec fic #Anonymous

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thedancingwalrus-blog · 7 years ago

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I am attempting this meme thing. I hope I’ve got it right.

Rules are:

· Post the rules

· Answer the questions given to you by the tagger

· Write 11 questions of your own

· And tag 11 people

1. if you were Not A Mammal, what (other) animal would you be?

Could I be the kea-bird? I very much like the kea bird. You see I have a lot of admiration for any animal that has figured out a way to snowboard, have snow ball fights and also kill things several dozen times its size so it can eat their kidneys. :)

New Zealand is insane and I love it.

2. what AU would you kill to see someone write about your OTP?

Hmmmmm well first I need to decide what my OTP is.

I write a lot of different ships. Like I checked my AO3 tags just now and the biggest number I have for one ship is 3 fics. The vast majority of those fics are AUs so there’s a certain amount that if I want a pairing and AU I write it myself because I don’t expect other people to be interested in what I am.

I’m honestly struggling to think of one pairing to put down let alone an AU for them.

I would be like Golem and want them ALL. MINE! MY PRECIOUS!

*ahem*

I love Lena Luthor/Supergirl to a ridiculous degree but don’t have any particular AU urges with them.

I think I’d really love to see an AU where Alex Danvers and M’gann Morzz were a couple, a long, emotionally intense slow burn, dealing with M’gann’s PTSD and Alex’s desire for a family and everything happening on Mars.

Having just watched the latest Star Wars and the Doctor Who Christmas Special I’d also really love to see the AU where the Doctor and Bill show up right at the end of The Last Jedi and Bill’s incredible whirlwind romance with Rose.

3. do you like crossover fics/stories? (e.g., blending marvel and dc?) why or why not?

Considering how many of them I write I don’t actually read a lot of them.

I like writing them because doing them well requires that extra level of thought: how do the worlds overlap? How do the characters interact? Is there anything from either world that doesn’t fit and can it be reconciled?

As much as it’s slow going I’m loving writing the Batman/Iron man crossover with my partner. For me fiction should be talking about something, no matter how light the story and no matter whether it’s publishable or not. I really like the way we’ve used Bruce and Tony to talk about different approaches to social problems, a sort of ground-up personal approach versus a top-down at a remove approach. I don’t think we could have done so well outside of a crossover.

But that extra complexity is probably why I don’t read a lot of them. With my health problems over the past year-and-change I’ve found it difficult to dedicate time and focus to reading other people’s fiction. And given the choice between reading and writing I’ll always go for writing.

4. what’s the last piece of fiction you read that you would recommend?

Heh, yeah I’m not sure what the last book I finished and enjoyed was. My difficulty focusing over the year has meant a lot of books were started and put down again, no matter how good they were.

I also read a lot of non-fiction rather than fiction.

Generally though here are some I managed through mental health problems and probably give an idea of how eclectic my reading is-

The Lord Peter Wimsey Series by Dorothy L Sayers.

· These were written in the 1920s and there are some issues with racist language as a result. But by Gods they’re brilliant. Startlingly original mysteries that don’t always turn out to be murders, excellent, varied female characters, a mentally ill protagonist, a wealth of disabled characters, memorable descriptions. They’re worth a read.

Ancillary Justice by Ann Leckie

· Best sci fi book I’ve read in a very very long time. Excellent plot. Wonderful lightness of touch when it comes to world building. And an intensely personal, emotional focus. It’s essentially the story of a loyal soldier plotting to kill the head of their nation, not out of any moral compulsion or difference of opinion but because she killed someone the soldier loved. Powerful stuff.

5. your thoughts about poetry? Do you write it?

Poetry is excellent but I never write it myself.

I find it’s a wonderful way to summarise intense emotion. I memorise a lot of it (for which we broadly blame Saudi) and quote it fairly often. My favourites are Sassoon, Sappho and Rumi. I dip into Byron occasionally and I have a compass engraved with The Road Less Travelled By.

I’m also a big fan of the Sagas but obviously they lose a lot of the meter in translation. I’m thinking of trying to learn Lokasenna in the original because I think it would be satisfying to growl at people. I’ve got a copy of Beowulf in Old English that I go back to every so often to look at the language. One day I shall have the courage to read it aloud as it was supposed to be.

6. what’s one period of history (from any place) you find interesting and want to either learn more about or teach others about?

I have to choose ONE?!

I mean it’s sort of obvious but also I think the only reason this is counted as ‘one’ thing by a lot of people is bloody Western bias not taking the entire African continent seriously.

West African pre-colonial history.

For godssakes if you’re making the slightest pretence at understanding the New World you should know the basics. It feeds into so much Caribbean, Brazilian and US history. It shaped wars in Brazil and Cuba and Haiti.

It's also a wonderful contrast to Western philosophical schools. There are completely different concepts about deities, kingship, gender and souls.

And honestly? I just think it's really interesting and really under appreciated. I really love learning more about it and I wish more people learnt about it.

7. salty or sweet?

Sweet. No sweeter. Sweeter than that. Look just pass me the fucking sugar already I’ll handle this.

Wait- This is about food right? This isn’t that weird American thing of assigning flavours to emotions and behaviours?

Are you trying to confuse me so you can take the coffee? I see through your cunning ruse and the caffeine is mine. Yes.

8. feelings about gift-giving? Enjoy it? Find it burdensome? Think it’s too commercial? Ritualized? Etc?

Well…of course it’s ritualised but that doesn’t make it wrong. Rituals are a large part of what holds us together.

I like gift giving. It appeals to the old fashioned part of me and I think it’s a good way of reinforcing social ties and showing appreciate of others. Sure it can be difficult, but I enjoy the exchange.

At least when it is actually focused on the person getting the gift rather than just some generic expensive thing for the sake of it.

9. vampires: yay or nay?

-the Queen of air and darkness

begins to shrill and cry,

Oh young man oh my slayer,

Tomorrow you shall die.

Oh Queen of air and darkness

I think it’s true you say,

And I shall die tomorrow

But you will die today.

10. what’s one trope you love and can’t get enough of, no matter the medium in which it arises (tv, film, fic, etc)?

Hmmm difficult.

I really like seeing characters who are genuinely very different, with different backgrounds and beliefs coming together to do the right thing. That's part of why I liked the Justice League, seeing very different people working together and becoming friends.

I also like complex villains. I have a serious weak spot for them. My favourite characters are often villains, Lex Luthor, the Joker, Catwoman- But I sort of have mixed emotions about that. Because it comes from....poorly written heroes essentially. I often focus on complex villains when the heroes are bland and uninteresting. I think a lot of the time that comes from people assuming that the audience will empathise with the hero and that they need to take more effort over the villain.

So when I write I try to make a concerted effort to make the heroes interesting and flawed and complex. Because otherwise why aren't we reading a story about the villain?

11. are you a morning shower person or a night shower person? or the elusive bubble baths person?

I am an ‘ARGH NO WATER!!!! WHY IS IT SO COLD?! WHY IS IT FALLING FROM THE CELING?! THIS IS UNNATURAL AND WRONG!!! THE PAIN!!! THE INDIGINITY!!!!!’ person.

1) John Boyega or Idris Elba?

2) Murder Mysteries, good family fun, awful and disturbing, dull- Thoughts?

3) Favourite mythology and why?

4) Is there a type of story you wish you could write but don’t want to attempt?

5) Never-fail feel good book?

6) Last film that made you cry?

7) Do you get carsick?

8) What’s the best plant in the world? Have you grown one?

9) Dosas. Breakfast food or lunch food?

10) If you were dividing things up into seasons from scratch what would they be based on and what would you call them?

11) What and where is the best time of year?

@akindoodle, @phynali @thehungryvortigaunt @warclad (sorry mate I couldn’t remember what your personal blog was called) @bysamanthakeel,

#meme #look I did a meme #I can totally internet #and I don't know 11 people on this site XD

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gluttonousgoddess · 7 years ago

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Jewelpet AU: Familiars

Remember: Because of how Jewelpets is set up, all AUs, even fan ones, are possible.

Jewelpets, being in another realm, require humans to be bound to to be able to enjoy the life of Earthlings, which they call “rarerares”. Upon a Jewelpet being created in ones imagination, especially if given power through descriptions, they take form in Jewelland. Thus, some aspiring witches, wizards, and magical girls/boys will create their own “original character” only to summon them. The issue comes from the fact that some of the description will be inaccurate, since they are their own being, especially descriptions that involve other Jewelpets, which may or may not occur. As well, these Jewelpets have no experience, so their magic is weaker, though some people prefer to have a familiar that grows with them. However, some people desire more powerful Jewelpets, so they bind to ones recorded in other universes’ histories. Due to this, they run a major risk, as even the purest ones will gladly trick you into giving them your body, forcing you into their body up in Jewelland. Though, some people want that, since they will have access to stronger magic, but they will be in an AU where said Jewelpet has no history.

The summoning ritual is fairly simple, you can either attract the Jewelpet using their name (in Jeweltext) and a sample of their gem, sacrifice a strong sample for them to take on a physical form temporarily, or, if you are unsure who to call, you can try sending your name out into their world and hope one contacts you during astral projection or telepathy, though that runs the risk of them taking control of you subconsciously. If you have the gem but are unsure who you are calling, you can try meditating near the gem to try to astral project to them, see which version you are summoning, but this has the same risks as throwing your name into their world.

Once you have the gem and their name, you need to know how to dispose of the name. For Red classes, fire. For blue classes, water. Green likes earthly deposits, but will also accept ashes mixed in water and offered to a plant. But what about Black? Since Black class refers to mystic abilities, do whatever you desire to send it to the spiritual plane, some might use fire and let the smoke rise, some might return the name to a stream, hell some eat the paper to mix it with ones own being. Once you know what you intend to do, make a summoning circle, offer the name to the element, and chant “I call upon thee, X, spirit of Y, whose path is Z.” or some variation, this is simply the simplest method. X is the Jewelpet’s name, Y is their gem, and Z is the name of the universe they come from, if you can establish a link to it, if not you can use it to describe their magical trait, ie “Ruby, Ruby, Jewelpet/Sunshine/etc” or “Ruby, Ruby, Courage”. You can choose to do this before or after you sacrifice the name, depending on your belief, generally they will hear you. After sacrificing the name, state whether the gem is for them to find you or for them to take form, for example “May this A aid you in finding me” or “I offer this A so you may speak to me properly”, where A is the gem. If you are offering your name, the ritual is completely different. Instead, you use the style used for the desired class, as opposed to a known class, and say “I send my name to you so it may aid you in finding me” or something similar.

The contract is fairly simple in principle, it is either “In exchange for letting me live in your house, I will teach you magic” or “In exchange for living inside your body, I shall give you my magic”. Be very careful, as wording is everything. They tend to be fancy and elaborate to impress and confuse humans, so look for terms related to house and body. There are several ways to sign it:

Writing your name in ink: This is a legal binding, as well as spiritual if done with your true name.

With a blood smear: This is spiritually binding, as well as legal if you used your fingerprint.

Writing your name in blood: THIS IS EXTREMELY DANGEROUS, AS IT IS DEFINITELY AND ALWAYS BOTH LEGALLY AND SPIRITUALLY BINDING!

With your voice: The contract is technically agreed upon but never signed, so unless they have a voice recorder (always assume they do), there’s no legal binding, but spiritually you’re screwed unless you can claim fraud, for example by saying the contract was edited.

After signing the contract, “Twinkle twinkle, Jewel flash!” (girls) or “Shine on, Jewel spark!” (boys) is used to switch between normal and magical forms, though you can use magic in normal form. It’s just severely weaker, though your magical costume is usually poofy and based on what one idolizes, for example, Kpop stars’ costumes, Presidential outfits, hell if one idolizes Hitler (please don’t, though admittedly admiring his fashion sense is ok and works just as well) they will probably get a brown or white suit like his, maybe even with an armband with their Jewelpet’s insignia. You probably will get punched though, fair warning.

On the subject of transgender, since they idolize the other gender in a way, their body might actually shift, or you might look like the magical zombie from “Is This a Zombie?” (to be fair he rocks that dress. I mean sure, his body shape is rougher than a girl, but it’s not so rough that it looks bad. No body hair either, which might happen for transgender boys…girls? Boy into girl. They might soften up and lose body hair, possibly even in normal form, without a full gender swap) Genderfluid might get one that incorporates both genders, like a gothic lolita shirt, or might have two costumes. I don’t think they really matter beyond design changes though. The chant to change forms is dependant on your perceived gender, with genderfluid people being allowed to use both.

Is it worth it? Perhaps, after all, either way you get a cute familiar and magic, and life in Jewelland can be fun, albeit boring when you do it over and over. Also, Labra is the safest but most dangerous, since as a baby, she has no ill intent and the contract is not legally binding, but her powers go off from the slightest of incentive, so you’ll probably get an earthquake when she screams or cries. However, if one can deal with such a thing, they could potentially get infinite power.

#jewelpet #magic #au #alternate universe #ritual #don't worship hitler you fuckboy #magical girl #magical boy #mine

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