#the first time he had someone who truly utterly loved him at his side while he did it. spinners faith in tomura & tomuras trust on spinner.

[autism-connoisseur]

// bnha spoilers / leaks

thinking about this latest bnha chapter and how shigaraki was fighting back and ultimately took control back from afo by... remembering his origin. and how us as readers first learn about it when he tells the league during the mva arc. and since spinner narrates mva, we get to see his reaction, his thoughts; we know it's what makes him begin to understand shigaraki and to root for him, because he sees himself in him. they are both empty and broken and shallow and spinner sees his own reflection staring at him when he looks at shigaraki as he reveals the first scraps about his past. it probably meant a lot to spinner, who had just confronted shigaraki about being aimless and lost (which they were!). then all the stuff with machia and ujiko and the mla happened but a lot of people have talked about it already and it's not really the point of the post ykn.

what i wanted to talk about is that we know spinner stayed by tomurAFO's side all since the first war, knowing it wasn't quite shigaraki but still taking care of him because that was his body. his friend's body, his leader's face, and he needs to stick with him after everything that they just went through. and im wondering if in all the time they spent away on that cave, maybe when not-shigaraki-but-also-kinda-shigaraki was recovering from his fight with stars and stripes, spinner would just talk to him like he usually would. not to pretend that everything was okay but to remind shigaraki that he's not only a comrade or an ally but also a friend.

maybe sometimes he'd bring up a new game they had their eyes on or crack a joke about going from living in filthy spaces to luxuries to a cave in the middle of nowhere. and maybe other times he'd talk about how much he believes in him. how seeing him beat re-destro and level deika to ruins made him realize that he'd follow him anywhere and that's why he's there.

maybe, just maybe, he'd bring up that day so long ago when shigaraki opened up to them about his childhood, about his origin, and how it made him feel. and shigaraki, quietly listening, reassembling himself out of tiny pieces and memories, would have it a bit easier if spinner was telling the tale for him. spinner doesn't expect him to answer, and he definitely doesn't know what shigaraki is secretly doing, but he still talks, because he believes in him. and seeing spinner's undying faith in shigaraki tomura –not as a symbol of evil or as a broken villain waiting to be fixed, but as a fellow ex-hikikomori, someone with a shared interest in videogames, a leader, someone to spend meaningless fleeting moments with, a friend, just shigaraki tomura and nothing else– would help tomura as well. remind him that he has a reason to fight, that there's people waiting to destroy the world with him and that even if tenko killed his family and destroyed his home he still has people to return to.

[weepingtalecowboy]

Legend has very strange priorities

Fanfic prompt: Ravio and Legend have the weirdest relationship in the entire chain and it literally is the equivalent of a girl who had a perfect dream partner and then afterwards just settled for the least likely weirdo to abandon her

Like Legend definitively has no idea what a standard relationship is

It is either perfect or messy as hell with lots of issues from both sides

the chain talks about romance during a quiet moment (only the older ones over alcohol)

Time speaks about Malon and how much he loves her

Sky is not passing the opportunity to talk about Zelda

Twilight is talking about how a girl he loved left him and how he had to accept that she had left him for the safety of Hyrule

Warriors talks about some dates he had with some random women and doesn’t pass the chance to slander Cia for being a weird creep

And then Legend's turn starts

And he tells them the abridged story about how he met Ravio (because he will start crying if he has to talk about Marin)

But does it so poorly that everyone now thinks that Legend is in a relationship with a living, breathing red flag

Because who breaks into other peoples houses sets up a shop and scams you in your own god damn house

Then has the audacity to steal the weapons you were forced to rent from you if you get injured

And just rerent them to YOU

And then married you less then a month later to get a legal way to stay in Hyrule as an immigrant

And still is squatting at your house with their illegal weapons selling gig

And the only reason why you are not reporting on this madness is because you know for certain that he won’t leave you as your first lover did

Like afterwards the chain contemplated absolutely everything legend has ever done

Because his preservation skills on their adventure are not human

But he apparently sees nothing wrong with that relationship he has

Warriors already knew Ravio and his already low opinion on the scammer just dropped to below hell itself

Because no matter how much they argue Legend is his annoying younger brother who he won’t let down by letting him continue that mess of a relationship

Because Warriors knows how utterly awful such people can be and only barely escaped such a relationship himself with Cia

And now their new argument topic is about how awful Ravio seems and While Warriors is determined to make Legend see the truth about his supposedly terrible relationship

Legend not noticing that Warriors is serious about an argument for once accidentally makes it worse

Warriors: Do you think that he won't leave you if you go on adventures

Legend : he definitely won’t leave my house so no worries about that one

Warriors: ….?

Legend : I have high standards afterall

Warriors *genuinely concerned*: those are not standards that is basic decency what the actual…!?,?,”?!

Legend : he won’t even sell my stuff if he is feeling nice ,because he is a good boyfriend

Warriors: LINK WTF ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THAT IS NOT FINE AT ALL

Legend : he also has never hurt me for no good reason so stop being hypocritical about it for no god damn reason (talking about that one time when Ravio had to slap him out of shock or when he did his stitches or similar necessary pain)

Warriors: WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK !!?!?!?,!!!?!

Legend : it didn’t even hurt that much honestly it was just a slight sting if anything

And by that point Warriors was ready to execute somebody because his brother truly says everything like it is something nice of his partner

Spoiler it was not Legend

Twilight joined as well when Legend told him how much Ravio likes bunnies and how it probably keeps their entire relationship together

Because that is just wrong to diminish someone’s abilities into just that one thing ( Legend should stop with the self depriveing jokes for his husband’s sake )

By the time the chain was in Legend's Hyrule again everyone was out for blood

[bedoballoons]

─⊰💕𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤💕⊰─

VALENTINES EVENT DAY 1

{༻~Neuvillette X Reader: Love at first sight~༺}

Genre: Smut and fluff headcanons! (separate)

Valentine's Masterlist 💕

CW: Fluff: Pre-relationship, confessions!

Smut: NSFW! MDNI!! GN! Reader whos afab!, consensual somnophilia, cream pie, nipple play, slight yandere vibes, no protection, fingering, and mentions of wet dreams~

ੈ♡˚~Neuvillette~ੈ♡˚:

(Fluff version)

Neuvillette had never gone out searching for love, yes he'd seen couples on the daily and yes sometimes he wondered if he'd ever find someone, but it wasn't his biggest concern...until the day you'd first bumped into him.

It had been a long day for him, many cases piling up and Furina being almost impossible to calm down. He was exhausted and by the time he'd started heading home to rest it was past dark. The cold of the night had started to set in and even with the streetlights you could still find it hard to see, but he'd walked this road for hundreds of years, so he was confident in his steps.

You knocked that idea right out the window though as you came crashing into him with a loud thud, the two of you tumbling onto the cement ground and entangling yourselves together.

He was fast to recover, helping you get back on your feet and lifting himself off the ground,...only to be caught off guard by your appearance. In the matter of minutes you sent him through a rollercoaster of emotions and now you were standing in front of him apologising...while he was looking at you like you might actually be the angel of the water.

He didn't even get to speak before you hurried away, leaving him utterly baffled and in love.

(Smut version)

Neuvillette sat up in your shared bed, thinking about the dream he'd just had...the way you'd looked in it, the sounds the two of you made. He was in love, with the temptation, with you, but still unsure if it was truly okay to try anything with you asleep...even with consent.

He leaned in closer to you, placing a soft kiss on your cheek like he normally would...like that was all he was going to do and truthfully it was originally, but then he felt your creamy skin against his lips...heard your breath catch in your sleep when he shifted his weight above you. You weren't even awake and you still had him obsessing over every small detail of your attraction to him.

He could feel your body under the blanket, feel where your thighs rubbed against his hard length and just like that he was to far gone. His hands reaching for the covers so he could see you fully and the second they were pulled away he fell in love all over again. Oh he was so lucky, he could feel his heart racing as his fingers slowly slid in between your legs and under that thin little line of clothing keeping him from you.

He trailed kisses down to your nipple while his digits rubbed circles into your soft folds, enticing moans from you that only made him grow needier. His mouth clamped around your sensitive bud as his free hand rolled the other between the pads of his fingers, pinching it whenever you got louder. He knew you loved this, he almost hoped you'd wake up and grab strands of his hair like you usually do...but he also didn't, he liked the risk of this...it was new and fun.

A muffled groan escaped him as you coated his fingers with your slick, your cheeks visibly red even in the dim light, you looked so good, felt so good...he just couldn't hold back anymore. He slowly pulled himself away from you, his breathing growing faster as he freed his cock from it's confines and watched your legs quiver. So close he thought as pulled your underwear down to your knees and rubbed his tip against your sensitive area.

Oh lord he could have came right then from the dirty sound you made, your cunt pulsing around even the smallest bit of him, were you just as eager as he was...even asleep? He leaned back over you, his hands on either side of your head as his sunk fully inside your walls, your pussy drenching him in the way that left him groaning into the crook of your neck.

He moved his hips slowly, his long white hair swaying behind him as he tried desperately to stay quiet and not wake you...he'd gotten this far after all. Your hands clenched at the sheets and in between moans he swore he heard you say his name, only making his pace grow faster until he was ruthlessly thrusting his hips into yours. So close, so close, so close, "mmHg!"

He bit down on your shoulder as his cum shot into your heat, sticky white drops dripping down onto the bed as finished along with him. He could see your eyes fluttering open as he grunted, your cunt pulling him back in every time he thought about stopping...

"Neuvi-llett-te? Mnh!"

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day!~*⁠.⁠✧

[buriedpair]

How would all the yanderes react to a shy darling working at the casino as wait staff who attempts to keep their distance only working to pay off a debt the innocent type like a frightened kitten or bunny

You got it! Sorry for posting so much followers, I love my guys so much. I have a Gambit post incoming after this!!!

Yandere!OCS x GN Reader

Amias

He's had you as his server a few times. Admittedly, you never spoke much and got nervous easily, but he enjoys your company. It's a nice change from the other over dramatic fucks working in this damn place.

That's how he finds himself requesting you to his confused waiter one day, and then the next. Eventually, everyone just assumes he wants you as his server when he walks in. He starts ordering drinks more frequently to try and make you open up. It's just too endearing, how you avoid his questions and avert your gaze and whatnot.

You, on the other hand, are alarmed. You've never had a regular before. You immediately try to get out of it. Every day he asks for you, you're miraculously missing, busy, or on break.

It doesn't frustrate Amias in the slightest. When he's told that you're not there, he simply gets up to look for you.

No doubt, he WILL find you.

"So afraid all the time... Rightfully. You should be."

Edge

As a dealer, he doesn't get to move from his spot much. You've been formally introduced to each other before, but he's never cared much. You're not interesting to him.

On one of his late-night shifts, he notices you're still there. But... weren't you there when he came in? On his next break, he asks you about it. He doesn't seem concerned, just curious. Hesitantly, you explain that you had to pick up someone else's shift because you needed the cash. You try to explain that it's definitely not like you're in crippling debt right now, and you're totally fine.

He finds this curious. He's no doubt had to pick up shifts before in his life, but he finds it endearing how insistent you are that you're fine. When he pokes further into it, he ends up with all the information he needs.

You're such a meek little thing, he wonders how easily you'd break under his thumb.

Time passes, and he slowly starts to nudge and press against your insecurities. It's like your melting into a pool of "what the fuck" and being rebuilt over and over again. He supports you financially for a while, and you're forced to stay at his side for as long as he wants you to. Which is to say, until you're boring again.

"Love, ownership... Are they not the same?"

Double Down

He thinks you're just ADORABLE. He finds time to flirt with you, even when he's busy. He'll dedicate his executions to you, he'll watch you like a hawk from where he stands... You're like his own personal pet!

It's superficial at first. He just wants to get you in his grasp long enough to entertain him. Once he's done with you, he casts you aside again. Yet, once you're gone, he finds himself waiting for you to come back.

You don't.

You realize you've been used like an object, and timidly resign to go find a better job. (Frankly, it's good for you anyways. It's hard to watch so many people bite it each day.) You're madly, deeply, truly embarrassed that you let him win.

When DD finds out you've quit, he grows furious. Why? He doesn't know. All he knows is that you left him. NOBODY leaves him. Not until he's done with them.

Rest assured that you are completely and utterly unsafe now. Poor kitten, he'll be sure to take terrible care of you.

"Leaving me is the last mistake you'll ever make, if you want to keep your cute little eyes open."

BONUS ROUND!

Jackpot and Gambit

Jackpot just oozes confidence, so naturally you stay as far away from him as you can. He's practically the exact opposite of you. Plus, looking at him makes you nervous. Additionally, Gambit is like the boss of all bosses. There's no way you could speak to him other than a small squeak every time he regards you.

They noticed you, though. How do you think you got this job? Jackpot saw you and knew he wanted you, and Gambit followed suit as soon as he saw your poor, pitiful self.

You spilled someone's drink. Fuck. You're screwed. You're dead. You're fired. You'll crawl into a hole now, thank you. The drunk customer is enraged in an instant. He stands to throw hands, and you flinch back.

The punch never lands, however. Your knight in blue, skin-tight armor has arrived. Jackpot smiles softly at the offender, as if he wasn't holding his fist in a death grip. In a deceptively sweet tone, he explains that he doesn't tolerate any sort of violence toward the staff.

Once the customer is kindly escorted out of the establishment, Jackpot finally acknowledges you. He doesn't speak, he simply pulls your shaking form into his strong embrace. Your fear is overshadowed by intense embarrassment considering the amount of clothes he's wearing. He's warm, though.

He hushes you as he holds you, stroking your hair and swaying back and fourth. You internally wonder how this man manages to show such intimacy.

You hardly notice that there's a discussion going on around you until your arm is gently taken by... Well, fuck. Your boss is here. You're definitely fired.

Gambit chuckles in acknowledgement of your nerves, shaking his head. He doesn't seem angry, more amused. He plants a kiss to the back of your hand, asking you how you're feeling. You stumble over your words, unable to form a coherent sentence in such a situation.

They both smile fondly-- Nay, possessively-- down at you. How cute, maybe now you'll learn that they're the only ones who can protect you.

"You don't need to worry, sweet thing. We'll never let anyone hurt you again."

"I'll make sure you feel much better by your next shift. You'll have to stay with us for a while. No arguments, unless you want that debt to swallow you whole."

[yourlocaltreesimp]

Covering BOTW!Link in kisses pretty please (> <)

Yeah, I can do that!

I made this surprisingly angsty (though if you’re not new around here that may be less shocking) so be warned.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

For someone with such an utterly distinct lack of memory, Wild often found himself drowning within them. Fleeting snippets of vision or audio cut in and out, warped and distorted beyond anything he can truly grasp at. One second he’d be laughing alongside his brothers, but when his eyes blinked he’d be a century in the last. Oftentimes after the phantom arms of his previous life embraced him, he felt less than who he was before. his smiles dulled and heart weighed down. As if knowing more about who he was then made him less of who he was now. As if the two sentiences couldn’t coexist.

It was a quiet night, humid with the onset of summer. The fireflies —lightning bugs as Twilight called them— dancing lofty paths amidst the air. Sat side by side, the champion absorbed the fable. At first it seemed rather childish, the idea of two wolves within oneself fighting to make the forefront. But the longer he went on the more it resonated. The mental image as one sneers and snaps, barring its ugly teeth in unwavering violent truth. All while the other dodges and uses the violent’s strength against itself, all while denying its own violent nature.

Allegorically it was good versus bad, overindulgence against suppression. The idea that to overindulge, to snap, to be reckless would lead to being taken advantage of. Wild knew why Twilight thought the story relevant to him. He knew that whenever he’d turn his back on his enemies to support that it wasn’t viewed as loyalty. He knew that there was lots to lose, and they couldn’t afford another injury. He knew Twi didn’t want to see him fall into a similar circumstance. But he knew he couldn’t afford to fail again. He couldn’t fall short. He can’t lose someone close again.

Where externally he was viewed as the former, he internally found himself in the latter of cases. He fought the battle between the whispers of the others in contrast to his own thoughts of himself. Left with the residual pressure to be nothing short of perfect, to be The Hero of Time, to be worthy of the title and the land and the fate and the soul. The yearning to simply live and be without the burden of his own guilt, to be Link, to be your lover and accept the love without feeling indebted.

He didn’t realise Twilight had left.

His head swims and he feels clammy as he curls up, deciding aimlessly that it’s time to sleep. His feet lead him inside his house and he can hardly even stumble up the loft. Someone else can sort dinner.

Any sense of sensibility is muddled and mixed. Time does not matter, nor the relevancy if his mind.

He stares back at the shards of his past life, his chipped reflection in each mirror, and can’t help but wonder who he’d be if he were just Link.

Or would he be even anything at all if not a hero?

What was it that he truly was?

Mipha had written that he was a rather rowdy child, eager to take on the world with nothing more than a stick in hand. Then, he held no care for being proper. Wide grin and leaves in his hair, he was happy. Perhaps that was the most of himself he could ever be. Perhaps that was the reason he finds himself wandering aimlessly now. Perhaps that is his nature.

The records of many soldiers he fought alongside depicted him as the prime standard of the military. Those days were cold, and he just remembered how much he hurt. The ache of every muscle and bruise, every drill, every spar, every battle, every day spent alive that was spent suffering. His ability to cut down any monster or man with any weapon. His instinct and ability to hurt was primed until he now questions if that little boy who splashed around in rivers and threw handfuls of mud had retreated into the cold hands of death. The soldiers’ mirage of him is idyllic, but holds distressingly true to his own memory.

Perhaps that is why his mind is clear and quiet with weapon in hand and a body beneath his feet.

He dreams of musty stables and bare campgrounds, both places the since passed versions of himself would’ve spent a night at. The smell of dirt and dust is accompanied by the crackle of a fire as drunken men sing out of tune.

The littlest curled up as his teeth chattered, the chipped tooth whistling as he exhaled. A warm hand settles on his shoulders as his father drapes another thin blanket over him. He does not yet know this means his father will go without warmth.

The soldier tossing and turning, unable to relax even long enough to sleep. He too his tormented by the potential of falling. He does not yet know what’s to come. He does not yet know there’s nothing to be done.

The scene shifts and he is at the castle. It’s his first time and his eyes shine as he follows his father closely, following hot on his feet with a giddy grin.

It is his home. His work. His life. He follows the princess closely, just far enough to not make himself overbearing. He does not smile. He does not frown. He does not fail.

The colours fade and mix and blur, the dreamscape shifting oncemore. It’s raining. It pitters across his shoulders as he kicks up the puddles, scaring the stray cuccos from the stable not too far away. His father fusses over the sword he’d found, and he can hardly muster the strength to swing it against the base of the apple tree. He results in climbing up the twisted limbs, collecting extra ripe apples to ease his father’s worries. The wet bark gives no grip to his feet and he falls to the ground, winded next to the funny blue sword. It glints and chirps and when he catches his breath he laughs back.

It’s storming. The grass smells wet and irony. The bloody mud cakes his boots as his foot falls brace against the ground. His arms lock as he flings his shield to the side, the guardian falling to disrepair. His shield lay broken. He can see his strained face in the dirty reflection. He doesn’t like the man staring back. The rain pelts across his back and the lightning shakes the ground. His muffled ears pick up Zelda’s distress as another guardian climbs up the mound of soul. He draws his sword. He didn’t even know if it were possible to deflect a guardian laser with a blade. But he can’t fail now. Not after everything. A flash of blue light overtakes his vision as his limbs slacken.

He shoots awake with a familiar tightness in his chest, his scars itching and burning. He writhes beneath his own skin as he kicks the covers off, the cold air seizing him. His lungs struggle to draw breath as he wheezes. His vision tunnels and it feels as if he’s dying again.

Why can’t it just be over.

When will he finally be enough— if not for the sake of the world then to at least save himself?

Or maybe he doesn’t deserve to be saved. He couldn’t save all those innocent people. Castle town, Deya, Lon Lon? Who was he to demand he was worth saving?

He hacks and coughs before even trying to look at his surroundings. Through the mixed screaming within his mind he gathers a few realisations. He’s alive. He’s home. You’re curled up beside him, reaching for his warmth. His hands tremble as they reach towards his uneven hairline, grabbing a fistful and tugging. The pain stings, he feels more than awake as his heart races.

“Mm- Link?” You mumbled against his side, awoken by the cold lack of covers. Guilt fills his throat again until he can’t breathe. He’s supposed to help you, to love you, to be of use. Not be such a burden. But here he is again, making it about him. Making your life worse and demanding comfort like a child.

“Heyheyhey- It’s ok, you’re safe” Your voice was as soft and gentle as your touch as you cradled his cheek. He didn’t even realise he was crying. Why was he crying? Who’d want a hero who cries like a coward in the face of a danger that isn’t even real? You collect his hands together, loosening his grip from his hair and running your thumbs across his knuckles. His head stirs as you speak, and he can’t make out anything of what you are saying. His ears ring, more than usual, drowning out any sound.

“Breathe with me, ok?” He nods weakly after you repeat yourself for the third or fourth time. He tries his best, his ribs shuddering before he could fully breathe in, but no longer deprived of oxygen, his head stops swimming as much.

It’s a while of sitting there, hands in your lap as you calm him down in whatever way he quietly requests. It’s so odd. Being raised to serve and to give and being taught through experience that your worth lies in your deeds… to suddenly being the one catered to. It still feels as if asking to be loved is forbidden. That his purpose comes before all requirement and survival. Somedays it still feels like death would come before he would be comfortable. But it took many long nights and longer days spent having uncomfortable conversations before he realised he still had a chance, only if he chose to make one for himself.

At some point he lets himself settle. He sinks into the now cool mattress as you stare into his eyes. He feels a flicker of shame before your hands are back on his jaw and you're pressing light kisses to his skin. Both temples, forehead, each freckle on the apple of his cheeks, crooked nose, the tip of his burn scar, the cut in his chin. You pull back for a moment to admire what you’ve made of him through the years. He smiles, lopsided and as giddy as he was in childhood. You press an eager kiss to his lips, giggling throughout.

He may be lost within the maze of his own mind, a man held hostage to himself, but despite being a failure by his own previous standards, it doesn’t matter so long as he’s enough for you.

[astarion-obsessions]

Spoilers for Astarion romance, act 2

I finally got to the Hug Scene with Astarion a few days ago, and it wasn't what I was expecting. I thought the choice to hug him would come without a second thought, but in all honesty... I wanted to do and say all of the possible choices. I mean, look at them!

He just poured his heart out, was honest with us like never before and then all Tav manages to respond is "I care about you" and a hug to prove it to Astarion? My Tav is a bard with 17 charisma, godsdammit. She would have had all the words to convince him of how she truly cares about him, even though he just wanted to use her initially.

All of the options alone just didn't feel like they're enough. Just hug him and say nothing at all? Only spending a bit physical comfort and that's it? Or just insist that he's important to you while keeping an arms length distance? Or even better, don't react to his insecurity about your feelings towards him at all and just ask him a question in return?

... Timing, Tav, timing. *sigh*

I would have wished for another option of dialogue while hugging him. Imagine.

Astarion waits for your reaction, most probably thinking you don't truly care. You take a step closer, he is instantly defensive, shying away from you.

But you're determined to show him - with physical and verbal affection - what he means to you. You dare to ignore his defensive gesture, finally pulling him into a warm hug. You feel that he is overwhelmed by your reaction, but you give him all the time he needs to understand what is happening.

After a few long moments he finally has it in him to return the hug hesitantly. His grip tightens around you, as if he's in desperate need of convincing himself that this is real.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, then you mumble: "You are worth a great deal to me, no matter what you are going through, Astarion." You press him harder to your chest to emphasise your words. "I'm not interested in doing things you don't want to. We can be together without sleeping together, for as long as you need. And on the way we can figure out what it is that you really want. Together."

Now that's what I wished for. It's just a mix of the existing options, but the words hold so much more meaning when said during a heartfelt hug and vice versa, instead of letting all of this stand on its own rather awkwardly.

And his reaction afterwards is just too cute to bear.

"You... You are full of surprises, aren't you?"

He looks so relieved over our reaction...

"Honestly, I have no idea what we're doing. Or what comes next."

... that this is the first time I recall seeing him express such an almost boyish excitement, which makes him seem like a giggly teenager, who just got his first girl-/boyfriend. I mean, we're probably the first soul in two fucking centuries to be genuinely kind to him. I can't even imagine what that must have been like. Of course he would be unwilling to just believe us that we care as if it were nothing. Because this is everything to him. Of course he would be all excited about his first friend and maybe even serious love interest in 200 years.

Then he slowly extends his hand, inviting us to reciprocate the gesture. And this is such a drastically different approach to physical intimacy than whatever we had before this. Until then he'd throw around sickly sweet lines of shallow desire and present himself as sex object who just wants to have a little fun. Whereas this moment is so slow paced, tender and heavy with cautious hopefulness. And it shows that he still likes touching and being touched, yet in a completely different manner now.

"But I know that this?..."

Then he gives us this serious, almost pained look when he dares to talk about this. For me this is the expression of someone who fights to accept the thought that someone actually and truthfully cares about them. He dares to show this vulnerable side of him despite being utterly afraid of rejection. He dares to believe that this is real and he truly wants to make this work.

"... This is nice"

And finally his expression relaxes. He smiles so genuinely, so hopefully. This man deserves all the nice things in the world, especially after all he's been through. It's so beautiful to see that he doesn't abandon the unwanted feelings for Tav, but instead chooses to take the risk, to be honest with himself and Tav, and just try to learn to trust again. All of this takes so much bravery to just overcome his insecurities about this new and intimidating situation.

I recall what it was like when I was a teenager with my first crushes and then even deeper feelings for a friend of mine, who I never confessed to. It was hella intimidating for me, and suffice to say that my situation didn't compare to what Astarion was going through to any extent. I really can't grasp the entirety of overcoming this hurdle this must have taken in Astarion's case. I'm so proud of him.

I just love everything about this.

Except for my limited options to react to him ingame of course, but that's what fanfictions are for, I guess, lol.

[ludwigoat909]

(Alittle disclaimer that what I'm about to say is absolutely not directed towards anyone in particular, it is just something I saw a lot of times)

This is something I've noticed a while ago but never really dared to talk about this. But while the milgram fandom has been known to have a lot of cases where they would woobify characters or victimize them to make them more sympathetic. There's also this other side of the spectrum that I don't see anyone mentioned where people feel the need to have the characters be completely and utterly terrible people simply because a part of us tend to find these more palatable.

If this sounds like this is about Muu. It is not. Ironically, the reason Muu had so much hate is because of the way she herself was very much victimized at first, only to have "betrayed" her audience once her crying had stopped and became more comfortable to be who she truly was.

An exemple would be how there's this theory that the reason Yuno got into milgram wasn't because of abortion but because killed a man. While I don't have anything against the theory itself... I can't help but think that origins and reasons for why a lot of people choose to believe it is.... very strange. To me, it seems the reason this theory feels more like a cope out for people who simply hate the idea that her crime is just simply abortion. As if abortion is what makes her character less intresting. And I just find it so weird.

Another exemple of this is Mikoto. Mikoto went from this extremely popular character with so many theories to just "oh yeah he exist" and it sounds like I'm exagerating considering how he is still one of the most beloved characters in the series with an absurd amount of fanart but... when it comes to analysis it's just... good lord

It seemed like the moment Mikoto was confirmed to be a system, the interest for him amongst theorists just dropped dead. Back then, when we weren't too sure if he had DID or not, Mikoto was extremely popular character amongst theorists because of how cryptic his case and character were. Yet when he got confirmed to be a system, people completely gave up on him and really just chose to boil down his character to "shitty did murder trope" and never pushed far beyound (in fact, even before milgram confirmed it, people were still very against the theory that he was in fact a system, never mind how a lot of the people that pushed the theory were also system themselves). They ended up his case "boring" because he turned out to be just ""the good one"" who is being wrongfully blamed and then claimed that the only way he would be interesting is to ngl this is genuinely frustrating to watch. Especially when these are the same people who say they prefer John way more yet fail to even make analysis on him as well. It's almost like Mikoto had the opposite situation as Muu's were while Muu became more hated for not being as innocent as she was protrayed in her mv, in Mikoto's case case he became less loved because he turned out to be a lot more sympathetic then he was in his mv.

This is coming from someone who actually do believe Mikoto was the true murderer here and not John. Mikoto has never been "more boring". A lot of previous analysis of his character from t1 are still very much applicable to this day. He is still the man broken by Japanese collectivism. He is still very much the guy who feel like he needs to fit in to the point of breaking. Still the guy who was very dishonest about his true feelings. What y'all can't stand is that he is also not that oh so much more "intresting" silly funny guy who goes "hehe what do you mean a murderer you're so cruel warden-kun you wouldn't want too piss me off do you cause I could beat you with this bat! Not that I would actually do anything like that lololol *threatnening glare*", and never has been.

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@crazy-ache and I were talking about windows, and while Elain was usually seen at windows, so was Lucien. We were discussing what kind of literary device the window could represent, considering both Elain and Lucien loved looking through them.

Windows in the books tend to be places of reflection. Feyre would stare at the night sky, finding solace during her times of hardship, which was revealed to be because her mate was the High Lord of Night. At one point, Lucien was staring out the window to Velaris, realizing that Spring Court was never truly Feyre's home and wishing that what Feyre had now could have been how the Spring Court would be.

I found it interesting how windows were used to portray three big moments between Elain and Lucien and their bond. The first time they met was in front of a window, then Lucien tried to feel Elain through their bond, and Elain confirmed there was a bond there. Lastly, they stood together during the meeting after the war.

“There’s a plate of biscuits. Would you like one?” He didn’t expect her to answer, and he gave himself all of one more minute before he’d rise from this chair and leave, hopefully avoiding Nesta’s return. But sunlight on gold caught his eye—and Elain slowly turned from her vigil at the window. He had not seen her entire face since that day in Hybern. Then, it had been drawn and terrified, then utterly blank and numb, her hair plastered to her head, her lips blue with cold and shock. Looking at her now … She was pale, yes. The vacancy still glazing her features. But he couldn’t breathe as she faced him fully. She was the most beautiful female he’d ever seen.

Outside the house, movement again caught our eye, and we found Rhys and Cassian strolling in through the low front gate, returning from their first meeting with Keir’s Darkbringer army commanders—already rallying and preparing. At least that much had gone right yesterday. Both of them spotted us in the window within a heartbeat. Stopped cold. Don’t come in, I warned him through the bond. Lucien is trying to sense what’s wrong with Elain. Through the bond.

Helion was the last of the High Lords to arrive. I didn’t dare look through the ruined doorway to where Lucien now stood in the sitting room, close to Elain’s side as she and my sister silently kept against the wall by the intact bay of windows.

It's equally fascinating that Azriel and Mor had a big revelation in front of a window as well, after the High Lord meeting where Mor retreated within herself from Azriel's outburst. This moment showed that Az's problem wasn't so much that Elain isn't his mate but that Elain is mated to a Vanserra. It also cemented to Az that Mor would never be the person he wanted her to be.

The fire banked to embers and Helion threw a half smile in Mor’s direction. “Interesting. I heard her family wanted internal ties to power, and that they didn’t give her a choice before they sold her to Beron.” Sold her. Mor’s nostrils flared. Cassian ran a hand down the back of her hair. Azriel didn’t so much as turn from his vigil at the window, though I could have sworn his wings tucked in a bit tighter.

Az's bonus chapter shows his envy about not having a mate and how the third was given to another. However, it's deeper than that because the third was given to a member of a family who had caused someone he loved harm. It's equally telling when he referred to Lucien by his name and claimed he wasn't deserving of Elain, despite Lucien being in a politically advantageous position for Rhys to prioritize his being alive.

This also goes back to the gift Azriel gave Elain—a stained glass pendant where light is needed to show its secret inner beauty. Windows are used for stained glass, where the sun shows off the art. This could symbolize how both of them are looking to each other for what they lack, using each other to fulfill a desire, even though that desire doesn't align with what exactly they need.

Interestingly, Elain held the pendant up to the light, and it ended up with someone who can produce her own glow to show off that secret inner beauty organically.

I could interpret this as Elain telling him that I don't have what you are looking for.

Both of them are seeking light, but as Rhys said in ACOMAF, sometimes too much can be equally deadly. Azriel "protects" Elain to the point where she could feel stifled, and the light Azriel seeks in Elain causes his shadows to disappear, whereas it plays well with Gwyn's gentle glow.

Regardless, Elain returned the pendant to Azriel after he called it a mistake, and Elain seemed unaffected by his rejection.

The next scene we see her in, she is once again close to Lucien during Starfall, in the same clause as his true father, separated by a comma.

If SJM intends to use her characters looking out the window to convey realizations through reflections, she extends the window symbolism for realizations through actions if they are by them.

But what is interesting is that after the Solstice, Lucien and Elain were on a veranda. What’s interesting about verandas is that there are no window panes.

That barrier is now gone.

[rainykthebroken]

Which character is the most difficult to characterize for you?? And who's the one you most enjoy to write...?

Oh! And... How it was at the beginning when you started writing AWA? I mean, when u had the idea to write the fanfic, what were your thoughts concerning the story back then? And... With the passage of time, the way you portrayed the characters changed as the story progressed...?

Sorry if is too much, take your time to answer and I apologize if I'm not clear... Uh... Uhm...

Most important: GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR HOMEWORK AND EXAMS, YOU CAN DO IT!!! >:3 🫂✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

THANK YOU FOR YOUR ASKS!!!

I think the hardest characters to characterize might be Magolor and Taranza, which is obvious since they're the protagonists of this story.

With Magolor, there is this fragile balance between making him cool and confident, and writing him as a pathetic wet cat. His ego is as high as his insecurities are deep, and it's also a challenge to write him likable without taking away the mischievous and opportunistic side of him.  I don't want to make him a saint, but he still remains very kind to his friends and genuinely wants to be a better person.

For Taranza, it's more his relationship towards Joronia that is hard to truly describe with words. It might seem strange why he is so affected by her, even after so long. The thing is: Taranza let go of the hope of bringing her back to life. He made somewhat peace with that. The true issue is, as explained in the very first chapter, the only way he feels he can support his guilt is by remaining faithful to her. Taranza coped with having friends, and being happy because of them, by the very fact that at the end of all things, he had promised he would remain utterly alone and without someone to love him forever.

And then he fricking realized the gamer-coded cat that is Magolor actually makes him feel valued and warm inside. With that, his whole acceptance of being unloved is shattered, and he starts to feel guilty again… because being alone was his own-imposed punishment for Joronia’s death, and he truly believes that it was what she should want for him.

Also, Marx. It’s sometimes hard to write the lovable jerk archetype.

About the beginning of AWA:

I truly underestimated how huge it would be, and how much it would be appreciated. I still have drafts that talk about a “10 chapters fanfic” lol. Especially since the chapters were supposed to be only 5k words long.

For each chapter, I had one major idea, the rest was really improvisation. However, as I wrote, new concepts came to me. The Dream Flower that Taranza has in his hairs, and its powers, were actually not planned at the start. I added them to make things more understandable and give materiality to the metaphor. Susie's subplot was added late in the story. DMK wasn’t much more than a douchebag that deserved to be punched in the face, before I try to give him more depth. I considered Dark Taranza appearing in the fanfic, but his presence would have undermined Taranza’s whole character arc (more on that when the fanfic is completed).

Overall, I remained faithful to my original vision, all while adding new ideas to the story. And I still planned to revisit the earlier chapters to add new details!

I hope my answer is satisfying, and I thank you again for the ask :D

[heretherebedork]

Japan's demisexual agenda continues in this show and, honestly, I don't mind. I enjoy the idea of One True Love as long as it isn't everywhere and Japan does it well. Especially with lots of these moments and lots of very good, very deep, emotional connections that make the idea of that One Love being the only one that fits make sense.

But also both Kazuma and Ren are struggling with the past all the time and they each only know their perspective on it and they've both got twisted ideas about the other person based on that past... it makes even more sense that neither of them has ever fallen in love again because they've never given up the past, they've never even begun to think past that first time they fell in love and had sex and that's where it all stopped for both of them even though life and time kept marching on.

I really do love Kazuma. He's so, so deeply in love and he will do anything if it means finding Ren again because he isn't going to let go of him this time, he will not let him go, he will not be deterred and he will not be stopped. He has found his love and he isn't letting anything or anyone, including the person he loves, destroy that.

I welcome our long drink of a man with enough sass for his height and the same kind of protective streak that everyone else in this show has over the people they love.

Knowing that Ren is prone to panic attacks and that Yagami has been there beside him for a decade when he was apart from Kazuma and that he's been watching Ren try to get back to Kazuma for this entire time is just... it's intense, honestly, to imagine the act of loving someone who does not love you and who not only does not love you but seems utterly incapable of loving anyone but the one person he's already chosen.

Ren imprinted on Kazuma and no one else can take that place. Luckily Kazuma also imprinted.

Trauma fucks you up, y'all. It fucks you up deeply and it leaves you different and if you never face it, if you never share it, it only goes deeper.

Kazuma and Ren are each sides of the same coin. Kazuma will not let go but Ren is quick to release because he loves but he believes that all he can do is hurt.

But also this is just the dumbest thing. No wonder Yagami decides to talk to Kazuma where Ren is. Yagami understands what's going on even better than Ren does because he's seeing both of them, not just Ren seeing Kazuma.

Pedestals everywhere. Japan loves putting a boy on a pedestal by another boy, it's their favorite and both Kazuma and Ren did that for the other. And, even now, only Kazuma is realizing how much he didn't and doesn't know while Ren is clinging to how he believes Kazuma is. They are the center of each other's universes but the way they spin around each other means they only see what they want to see and what they believe.

Kazuma blames himself for Ren leaving while Ren is desperately leaving Kazuma to protect him.

Kazuma is reaching out to Yagami in desperation, the same way Ren did, but he is a very different person with very different knowledge of the person he's calling and the person he loves.

This tall drink of a cynical man who's watched Ren struggle with panic attacks and love for someone not even in his life for over a decade only to meet Kazuma and realize that he really, truly is as kind and innocent as Ren describes him and to realize that he both wants them to be together but also needs Kazuma to know all of what happened? Rough.

The sex talk is him pushing and pushing and pushing, trying to break Kazuma only to realize that he can't. He cannot shake Kazuma's unshakeable love for Ren any more than he can shake Ren's love for Kazuma.

And this is the moment Yagami knows he's going to tell Kazuma everything. He's going to tell him the truth. Because Kazuma not only loves Ren but believes in him, believes in everything about him... and has the strength not just to say it but to declare it and will have the strength to stand beside him even as he does what he needs to do for the court case.

We've known it from the start but this is the moment that Yagami realizes that Ren is also wrong about Kazuma, that Kazuma is stronger and deeper than he seems.

The final test.

But also one that I am a little torn on. I would have loved for Kazuma to just say he was gay. Because I'd lean towards him being gay... but I also did go on the whole 'demisexuality is Japan's favorite trope' thing above and I do mean that.

Is Kazuma gay or is he solely and only ever attracted to Ren? Does it matter if he claims the identity that fits his relationship (gay) or his mind (Ren)? Is it gay for your if he says gender never mattered and it was only Ren? I know that demisexuality and asexuality can both be used 'in place of' gay for you in a way but where does this fall?

I do lean towards this being much more specific than gay for you because neither Kazuma nor Ren experiences any attraction or love for anyone else in their years apart but that's also just kind of the soulmates bit speaking up.

Regardless, Kazuma passes Yagami's test with flying colors. Because he sees the same love in Kazuma as he sees, and saw, in Ren.

There is no pain like this. Nothing.

But also it's so hard because Kazuma was literally in a coma. He had no means to support Ren, to try to fight alongside him, to try to help him. He was an unconscious child who would have done anything to stop that from happening and the way Yagami seems to think he should have known better is very frustrating because no one else would ever expect that of him.

They were both children. They were both trapped. Neither one of them is to blame and neither one of them deserves the weight that was put on their shoulders for their actions. This is not about Kazuma and Ren, this is about the adults who failed them so thoroughly and acting as if Kazuma is to blame for any of Ren's pain is wrong.

But also those tears are SO pretty.

Yagami, my tall dark drink of cynical water, he was a 15 year old in a coma who was whisked away to a different country when he woke up. How was he supposed to know anything?

And this gives Kazuma a different perspective on the start of their relationship, the sex and the cuddling and everything as well as giving him what he needs to understand how much Ren loves him and to finally break that pedestal he kept him of perfection and worship.

Now he just needs to help Ren let him down as well so they can stand as equals.

A+ preview much hope is had.

[panfluidme]

A Small Flame

Small writing for @somerandomdudelmao's Cass Apocalyptic Series (sorry for the ping). Please enjoy!

There were many things that Leo had on his mind. Most of them weren't necessarily positive. The biggest thing he could think about was how it was his fault that his family was dead.

He can't see what's around him.

He could hear voices and sounds, but they sounded muffled. As if someone were wearing a thick mask and was speaking from the other side of a door or spoke while underwater. Leo couldn't make sense of what he was hearing.

And honestly, he was scared.

For the first time in years, Leo felt truly scared and alone. He was surrounded by things he did not know. He couldn't see what was happening around him.

Hell, Leo couldn't feel his body.

What was the last thing he remembered?

Oh, right. He had Mikey send Casey Jones Jr. back in time to find the key and stop the Kraang. Mikey had turned into yellow flakes. Mikey was dead.

Because Leo knew he couldn't do anything else to stop the Kraang. Because Leo knew that he had a chance of giving Casey a normal and safer life. Because Leo knew that he had lost everything else.

But then what happened?

Leo had to think hard on that question. He knew he pushed Casey into the time portal thing, but then what? Did he run to go fight the Kraang? Did the Kraang get to him before he could say a word?

God, how Leo missed his brothers.

He knew it was his fault they were dead. He hadn't noticed that Donnie was sick in time. He authorized Raph's mechanical body becoming the power source for their base. He urged Mikey to make a time gateway.

Now he was dying, alone.

When was the last time he had been alone? Like, truly and utterly alone?

Leo had always had his brothers. When Raph first died, he had Donnie and Mikey to lean on. When Donnie died, he had Raph and Mikey to lean on. But who could he lean on now? Everyone he knew and loved was dead.

Did dying take this long?

He didn't know how long he's been dying, but he knew it was taking a while. Leo hadn't reunited with his brothers (hopefully Donnie was there too) yet. Sometimes, it felt like there were there. Like he could feel Donnie's rough hands against his spirit.

What more could Leo do than try to break free of whatever restraints was holding him back? What more could he do than wait for death to overcome him so he may be reunited with his brothers?

Leo couldn't wait for the moment he saw his brothers again. He knew that Casey would be just fine without him. He could finally, finally rest.

[unrulywritings]

{Too Little ❤️‍🩹 Too Late}

Summary: In which Alex accidentally spills his guts to his best friend… his newly engaged best friend ❤️‍🩹

Word Count: ~3.4k ❤️‍🩹

Category: Angsty-ish/Fluff ❤️‍🩹

Trope: Friends to Lovers/Love Confession (part one?); GN reader (alluded afab like twice) ❤️‍🩹

Warnings: Not much I don't think, cheating (not Alex), some swearing, mostly they/them usage (sorry if I missed changing any, I decided to change it halfway through), usage of pet names (love, sweetheart, darling), usage of Y/N (just once I think), possibly cringe writing, grammatical errors, my first fic- (feel free to tell me if there's anything else)❤️‍🩹

A/N: I'm sorry if this is cringeeee- this is my first fic I'm actually posting to the world so constructive criticism is welcome- if this goes well I may start regularly posting idk but enjoy -🌈 Rainbow❤️‍🩹

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🎼 You had been engaged for one week. One terrible exhausting week. Your boyfriend, now fiancé, was late home tonight… again. You'd been having your suspicions about him for a while but did nothing, I mean you had suspicions but no proof. So why blow up something good when accusations were unfounded… right?

Well that was until now-

“I'm sorry that you had to hear it from me,” the sweet apologetic voice says, “I want you to know that I had no idea he had a girlfriend or anything and I'm so sorry, I feel like a fucking idiot, and terrible person.” you listen to the poor girl on the other side, shuffling through the photos from the manila envelope you found in the mail today.

“Yep, those suspicions were founded then” you think as you see a picture of your fiancé with not one but three different girls in different photos. How one has the time to trick not only one person but four into thinking you’re in a committed monogamous relationship is baffling. The girl on the other side of the phone is one of those girls just like you. Apparently she had gotten your number from someone and felt so guilty she needed to call you to apologise.

“No sweetheart, you did nothing wrong, he was the one in the wrong. I'm sorry that he has deceived both of us. And thank you for reaching out, truly it means more than you could know,” she apologises again saying she's done with him and how much of a fool she feels.

“Oh trust me, I feel even more a fool, he proposed to me last week, and I said yes even though I had a feeling he was stepping out,” you sigh, you really were a fool.

You say your goodbyes to each other as you hear a key click into the lock and the door open. You take a deep breath and prepare to see your soon to be ex-fiancé walk down the narrow hall into the living room but instead you hear the call of your best friend.

“Darling? Are you home? You didn't answer my messages so I just came over,” he calls as he pads through the hall looking for you.

“Oh there you are love,” he heaves slightly with a bit of relief, as if your hour of not communicating led him to believe you were in peril.

Alex Turner, front man of the Arctic Monkeys, media proclaimed sex-god and unbelievably attractive man. To you it was all funny, you remember him as the cute boy in your maths class in university who was nervous to ask you to pass around the flyers to their next gig.

He made you feel welcome and comfortable in a new place, you'd foolishly decided you wanted to go to school in a new place— one far away from home and across the pond felt far enough to you. You were wholly unprepared to be in the world alone and in a foreign place but when that nervous boy in your freshman maths class walked up to you to give you a stack of flyers to his next show you felt welcome.

After he had introduced himself he warmed to you quickly and when he handed you a small stack of papers he'd told you to “Invite any of your other pretty American friends, we could really use more of those at our shows.” You blushed at his comment and when you'd told him you were utterly alone in the world he told you “That’s alright, you're pretty enough alone, you'd more than make up for the lack of pretty faces in the crowd,” and before he turned a heel and left the room he also told you “oh, and you just made your first friend here, so you're not so totally alone anymore,” he then flashed a cheeky grin and disappeared out the door leaving you utterly charmed in a full body flush.

When you showed up at the pub they were playing it was the first time in a while you didn't feel alone. You felt like you belonged, a feeling you didn't even have back home. That night was the night you also met your fiancé.

You stop yourself, “Nope— ex-fiancé as of tonight.” you think.

But that was years ago, and now that little indie band you used to hand out flyers for on campus is now internationally known. The boys had just finished another tour and you felt like a proud mother. It made your heart swell to see them so happy doing what they love everyday but you were glad they were home. You'd missed them dearly, especially Alex.

You really wished that he’d come at a better time though, you had to plan what you were gonna do when your fiancé got home. How you were gonna break the news to him that you were now broken up. You wished you could confide in Alex what your fiancé had done but you feared what he’d say. Your mind raced with anxiety and anger.

It seems you'd zoned our because when you tuned back into it Alex was calling your name, “Are you alright love?” he asks you concern crossing his face, “you kinda spaced out there, is everything okay?”

“Hm? Yeah, everything is fine Alex,” you let out a bit more aggressively then you had wanted, “I just got a lot on my mind you try to soothe, Alex had quickly picked up on your tonal slip up and poor cover-up.

“Sure,” he says skeptically, elongating the “E.”

You roll your eyes at him and you move to go to the kitchen, “What do you want Alex? I'm kinda in the middle of something and I gotta get dinner ready before—”

“I can come back at a better time? I'm sorry I let myself in, you weren't answering my messages and I got a bit worried,” he gives you his puppy eyes, trying to apologise for his intrusion but you weren't mad at him you were mad at your fiancé, your cheating, lying fiancé who was gonna be home soon.

You sigh, “I'm sorry Alex, I'm going through something right now,” you rub your temple as a tension headache starts to form. All of this was too much.

Alex steps towards you and wraps you in his arms, “It's alright love, do you want to talk about it?”

You shake your head “no” and bury your face in his neck. He smooths one hand down your back and the other in your hair instantly relaxing you, “Well when you’re ready I’m here you know. I’ll always be here for you.”

Goodness did he know you. The hug, asking if you wanna talk, everything about him puts you at ease. He was perfect, and his perfection only made the fact that your fiancé was cheating on you sting even more. You deserved better than a person who cheats and lies.

You nod affirmingly and reluctantly pull away, “Thanks love, but I really should get started with dinner, I’d ask you to stay but you know…” you trail off.

“Ironic” you think, that your fiancé was worried about Alex when he was the one stepping out on you. Projection much?

Alex’s shoulders dip, “Yeah, I know love,” he sighs, he looks troubled.

Your brow furrows in question and concern, “Alex?” you ask.

“Yeah love?” he asks right back.

“Are you okay?” you question him, just as he knew you, you knew him.

To any other person they may not have picked up on his mannerisms. The way his eyebrows have been furrowed the entire time he’s been here, a small crease forming between them. Or how he keeps fiddling with the pull on the zip of his leather jacket. Or how his dishevelled hair is even messier than usual. Or even the quiet storm that rages behind his eyes. You know he’s troubled with something but it was up to him to share that. You weren’t going to force him just as he didn’t force you.

It was nice to be understood like that, on a deep level that not a word needed to be exchanged to know the other. In a way that’s why you and Alex were best friends and why you were closer to him than any of the other boys. And if you let yourself think about it even closer than you and the person you had agreed to marry…

He clears his throat, “Yeah, yeah I’m alright love, no need to worry about me, yep, I’m alright,” he clears his throat again and runs his hands through his hair, “anyway I’m going to get going, see ya later darling.”

He was out the door before you could even blink.

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🎼 I take the slick steps down to the street and get in the car waiting for me. I don’t even bother to try and avoid the pelting rain. It felt kinda nice letting the heavy rain sting my skin as I dip into the car, shutting the door.

“So, did you tell them?”

“Couldn’t,” I shrug.

“Really? After everything you did just to get here? The PI, the pining, the waiting, the songs, the—”

“I get it Matt,” I grit out, “they’re more to me than someone to hang off my arm and you know that. It was just the wrong time. I couldn’t do it.”

“I do mate, but you gotta act, how’re they gonna know if you don’t tell them anything?”

“Too little too late, I told you that last week.”

“You think they’re gonna stay with him after all he’s done? I doubt it. Y/N would be very stupid to say no to you, so it’s a good thing they are smart. They know their worth.”

“Just take me home,” I was done trying to argue, I’d lost them years ago, far before they got engaged.

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🎼 It was even later than you expected for your fiance to get home. So late in fact that most of your stuff was already packed away in your car. You didn’t know what you were going to do or where you were going. All you did know was that you were going to confront the cheating bastard and leave him behind.

You sat on the loveseat in your cramped living room waiting for your fiance to walk in. You had heard the door open and close along with shuffling. You just sat and waited patiently for him to walk into the room wasting no more effort on him.

“Babe? Where are you? I totally got swamped at work, I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t help but scoff, even before you knew about his infidelity you hardly believed his stories about being swamped at work. You just assumed he wanted to hang out with his friends, and of course when you were most insecure, you thought he might be cheating yet each time you asked and he reassured you, you believed him. At your sound your fiance finally walks into the living room.

“There you are, did you make dinner? I’m sorry I’m late.” He leans down to where you are on the loveseat to kiss you but you swerve him, his lips landing on your cheek instead, “Huh? Is something wrong babe?”

You scoff again and get to your feet, “Is there something wrong?” you mock, childish you know but surely you deserve to be a bit childish after everything you’ve been submitted to.

His face screws up in confusion and he steps back from you, “Seriously? What’s your problem? Are you on your period or something?”

His words make your stomach turn, “Seriously? You can’t even have an original retort? And for your information, you are my problem,” you spit back, and cross the room toward the hall and front entrance.

“W-what?” he sputters, “I don’t understand, how am I your problem?”

You throw the envelope to him and it lands at his feet, “That is why you are my problem,” he moves to pick up the envelope as you put on your coat and pick up your keys at the front door.

Somehow his face gets even more screwed up, “Huh? Wh–? It’s not what it looks like! Where did you get these? Baby I can expl—” you stop him with a hand, making him pause.

“I don’t care to hear what you have to say, and whoever sent them did me a favour. Goodbye and fuck you.”

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🎼 You pulled into the drive not knowing how or when you decided to come here. Something in you just said it was right and as you turned off the engine to your car you looked up at the windows of the modest but beautiful home of Alex.

You sighed and willed yourself out of your car. You weren't scared if Alex would let you in or anything but you were nervous about everything that came after getting inside. What would Alex say to you about devoting so much of your life to a scumbag? To you it was probably one of the only things you couldn't predict about your best friend. You knew Alex didn’t care for your ex-fiance and you never really knew why but for the sake of yourself you typically just tried to avoid the topic of relationships when you were together. It made you wonder about Alex’s relationships now, I mean since you never really spoke of yours he never spoke of his. What you knew of his partners came from the media and what he told you in passing. Your thinking also made you wonder what Alex was like in a relationship.

You shook your head, clearing your thoughts as the rain picked up again. You quickly moved up the drive to the stairs as the rain soaked you to the bone. You climbed the few steps and gave a firm but not aggressive knock to the door. When there was no answer you knocked again a bit firmer. When still no answer you sighed and used your key. You knew he was home by the lights on inside but you didn’t like using your key unless need be.

You let yourself in, stripping off your soaked coat at the door along with your shoes. You’re grateful for the warmth inside the house contrasting your shivering frame. SIghing you grab the throw blanket from the back of the couch in the living room and wander to go find Alex. You assume he’s in his home studio. It’s sound proof in there so the chances he heard you are slim. You make your way there and as you do you hear Alex and what sounds like his drunken ramblings through the studio door left slightly ajar.

It’s not the first time you’ve heard said drunken ramblings and you roll your eyes at his ridiculousness. As you move closer to the door you can just make out a few words or what you assume are words as most of it is a slurred jumbled mess of sounds that vaguely resemble words. You’re just at the door when you hear Alex sigh and say your name. You freeze— had he seen you? Surely not, he hadn’t answered the door and you hadn’t made much fuss at the door. And as you listen further you’re sure he hadn’t heard you.

“They’re just so pretty, it’s like they’re made of sunshine and starlight,” he drunkenly slurs. You’re wide-eyed at that accusation, surely he wasn’t speaking about you— right?

“But I’m just a fool, a spineless fool to fall for me best friend and one engaged at that! Oh, Alexander, truly what a fool you are! To pine for a person taken before you could get the courage to ask them out and to spend years trying to recreate what you have with anyone else is embarrassing. All the times you tried to tell them such and floundered miserably; just like today. Oh, the time you’ve wasted on a person you can even have! And doesn’t it hurt to know that the bastard has been cheating on that beautiful soul and you’re to do nothing more. Ugh!” you hear a crash on the other side of the door, possibly a glass thrown but you were more preoccupied by the confession. The words bounced around in your head as you tried to make sense of them. You were so preoccupied in fact you hadn’t noticed the heavy foot fall heading right toward you.

“Oi and you’ve made a right mess of yourself haven’t ya? You certainly aren’t fit for a person worthy of more than the world or universe could ever conjure. A person wh—” he pauses as he flings the door open and collides with you in the dark hall.

You’re knocked back a bit but quickly steadied by Alex’s hands on your shoulders. His touch grounding yet electrifying and you jump back to reality. Both wide-eyed and painfully aware you stare at each other in the darkened hall, the only source of light the ambered glow of the lamp in the studio behind Alex.

“D–darling?” he stutters out nervously, “when did you get here? Are ya alright, you’re soaked! You’re gonna get a cold like that, here let me get you something dry to wear,” he tries to manoeuvre you out of the way but you stand firm.

“Alex?” you query and he tries to move you once again but you stand solid.

You shrug his hands away, “Alex? Is— is what you just said true? I mean— how— how did you know about the cheating? Do you really like me? When? How? What? I—” now that your head is catching up to everything you just heard a million questions flicker through your mind for Alex and even more for yourself.

“Do I like him? And if I did what would I do? Oh god am I blushing? I feel like I’m on fire! Did he say he wanted to tell me? TODAY? Is that why he got all squirrely this afternoon? Did he send the photos? How did he find out? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?”

Alex steps back and pulls at his hair seemingly having just as many conflicting emotions run across his mind, “Oh god darling, you weren’t supposed to hear that. I— I— oh god,” he collapses on the couch in his studio, head falling into his hands as he mutters on about how he just ruined everything.

You cross the room to sit in the matching armchair across from where he’s sitting, avoiding bits of glass that seem to have been the cup he threw at the wall by the door earlier.

You look at him and ask again, “Alex,” you plead, “do you like me?” You’re not certain what you want his answer to be but you’re desperate to know.

He goes silent for a moment and lets out a sigh. He runs his hands through his hair, his dishevelled look becoming even messier, “Would you hate me if I said yes?” he asked right back, sounding so insecure. It was like you were back in that class and he was that nervous boy trying to introduce himself.

And you could help but love that boy.

“I wouldn’t,” you smiled, “in fact,” you implored further, “I think I might say I like him too.”

Your words make his eyes snap to yours, “Really?” he asks, looking at you bewildered and unbelieving.

You nod and bite back an idiodic smile, “I think so… I mean if I think about it, who wouldn't love a man like you?”

“But, you’re engaged and—”

“Not anymore and that doesn’t matter anymore,” you interject, “I think we both have a lot of things to catch up on and lots to discuss,” you stand and put out your hand for Alex, “come on, it’s gonna be a long night.”

He smiles and takes your hand.

Maybe it wasn’t too late after all.

A/N (pt two): This ended up way longer than I expected (I am very long winded in real life as well 😅) I also wrote much of this while watching Tangled on repeat (Eugene is so baby) ANYWAY I hope you at least mildly enjoyed this I feel like it’s too cringe but I am done trying to edit this 😭 Feel free to interact as you please I am going to disappear into the void now

-🌈 Rainbow❤️‍🩹

[conman167936]

Monster Or Miracle (Nimona/Encanto crossover)

Hey, so... when I started writing this, I was only intending to write a summary for a possible story. Like, 'wouldn't it be cool if someone wrote a story with x, y, and z.' But then, I found myself wanting to write more and more, and somehow I ended up writing a full short story by accident!

Just to be clear, this is a ONE-SHOT. I'm not planning on writing any more of this. It was just a cool idea I had and i hope you enjoy!

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Nimona had left the Kingdom.

After all, it had become clear to her over the past few centuries that she would never be able to escape the shadow of her former best friend. Gloreth would always be the kingdom's biggest hero, and Nimona would always be the monster who went back to the shadows.

But what was in the shadows? Were there other beings out there like Nimona? Was it too much to ask for that she might have a community, even a family -

Heh, that was a laugh.

Nimona had spent months traveling all over the world, and every civilization was just like the Kingdom, albeit not all of them were as technologically advanced. They all had the same fear of the unknown. Fear of monsters. But try as she might, Nimona could not find one single other 'monster' like her. Everywhere she went only added to the feeling that she was totally and utterly alone.

And then she went to Columbia.

Most of it was normal. Commoners trying to make do under dire circumstances. Invaders and marauders hurting innocents. Nothing out of the ordinary.

But then she started to hear the rumors. Whispers about an encanto, a magical safe haven for those who have lost their way, that may or may not exist somewhere in the Columbian forest .

Despite her better instincts, Nimona wound up in the middle of the woods, far away from civilization, searching for something that probably wasn't real. Every time she wanted to give up, she felt herself being pulled, almost magnetized, in a certain direction. Eventually she discovered a cave and, with nothing to lose, went inside.

When she emerged on the other side she was greeted by a blinding sun and a majestic village. This was it. The Encanto.

Nimona calmed herself. Just because this place had magic was no reason to believe it would be different from any other civilization she had seen.

She would soon realize just how wrong she was.

As she shifted into various animals to try and get the lay of the land, the first thing she noticed was how happy everyone was. There was no oppressive regime or political discourse. Here, everything was run by a family called the Madrigals, who apparently all possessed magical abilities.

Nothing could have prepared her for the first time she saw one of the Madrigals. She was just passively watching what seemed to be a young woman playing with a little boy, not really paying attention, until a second, perfectly identical woman appeared beside them.

"Thanks for looking after him, Camilo," said the second woman.

And in the blink of an eye, the first woman disappeared and a teenage boy was standing in his place. "Just doing my job, Senora Gonzales!" he said cheerfully, then walked away.

Nimona couldn't believe her eyes.

He was a shifter! He was like her!

After shadowing him for a while, she was slightly let down upon realizing he could only shift into other people and not animals, but still! In all her travels, he was the closest thing to a kindred spirit she had ever seen.

And he wasn't the only one.

One of the Madrigals could create any type of plant life.

Another could lift buildings with her bare hands.

Another could control the freaking weather!

But what truly astonished her, more than any of the Madrigal's abilities, was how the townspeople reacted to them. The Madrigals weren't feared or shunned for being different. On the contrary, they were loved and appreciated.

It was almost too much for Nimona to take in.

Without even thinking, she shifted out of her current toucan form and reverted into her default teenager form, and her pink hair and rebellious attire immediately drew attention from the villagers. Suddenly, people were coming up to her, asking who she was and where she came from. She couldn't even begin to answer those questions, so all she could do was run away and shift into a rat the moment she was out of sight.

...

Unfortunately for her, news traveled fast in the Encanto, especially when one of the Madrigals had really good hearing, and so it wasn't long before their matriarch, Alma, was in the town square, addressing the rumors.

"It is always a happy occasion when a newcomer enters the Encanto," she said while standing at her podium. "And if this newcomer is listening now, we want them to know that they are welcome here. The Miracle doesn't let anyone who is impure of heart into the Encanto. It lets in those who are lost. Those who are in need of a second chance."

What? That made no sense at all. Nimona knew she wasn't impure of heart. She had done a lot of bad things in her time... robberies, vandalisms, beating people up... she had accepted that she was bad news, even embraced it. But now...

No, no. It couldn't be true. These people were not going to accept her with open arms. They wouldn't treat her with the same level of reverence that they treated the Madrigals with.

Fine, then. If the Encanto was a magical place without problems, she was about to become their first problem.

"RAWRR!!!"

She took on the form of a rhino and charged into the middle of the square, startling everyone.

"People of the Encanto, your time of peace is over!"

She then shifted into a bear, ostrich, alligator, and dinosaur, all while laughing maniacally, before finally settling on her human teenage form, but with added wings and a tail.

"My name is Nimona, and I'm here to cause trouble."

She stood there, with a malicious grin, waiting for a reaction. Everyone was speechless, unsure of how to approach this situation.

And then Alma slowly raised her hand and pointed at Nimona.

"You... "

Here it comes.

"...You have a gift?"

Nimona blinked, confused. "Huh?"

Alma stepped closer, a smile appearing on her face. "I didn't think it was possible for someone outside the Encanto to have a gift... you must have encountered your own miracle!"

"What? No! I..." Nimona stammered. "Were you listening to what I said?"

"I was," Alma replied. "but I doubt you're here to hurt anyone. If you were, you wouldn't have found us."

"Well, your Encanto... miracle... whatever.... must have made a mistake."

"The miracle does not make mistakes."

Alma was now very close, bearing a warm and maternal smile that Nimona never imagined would be directed at her. It made her uncomfortable.

"You don't understand!" Nimona insisted. "I'm bad! I'm a threat! I'm a..." She looked away before finishing, "...a monster."

There was a moment's pause, then Alma gently put her hand on Nimona shoulder before asking, "Would you like to dine with our family tonight?"

Nimona froze. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. What was she supposed to say?

"...Sure, I guess."

...

Nimona could barely believe what was happening.

She could accept the existence of a magic community, a family with supernatural powers, a sentient house... okay, that last one was taking a little while to get used to... but the real shock was how much everybody seemed to like her. Bruno, who apparently saw the future, told her he'd known for a while that a special newcomer would be coming to the Encanto, and he assured that her stay would be worry-free. Camilo, the shapeshifting Madrigal, was fascinated by her ability and actually seemed a little jealous that he couldn't turn into animals. Antonio, the youngest of the family, kept requesting different animals for her to shift into, and the look of joy on his face when she obliged was the most precious thing she had ever seen.

It all seemed too good to be true. There had to be some kind of catch. Eventually, they started asking her if she was looking to set up a permanent residence, and that was when she knew she had to put her foot down.

"Guys, guys... I appreciate the generosity, really, But I'm just passing through."

"Do you have somewhere else to be?" asked Julieta, who was responsible for cooking the amazing dinner.

Nimona wasn't sure how to respond. "I mean, uh..."

"There's plenty of spaces available nearby," Julieta continued. "Although, you'd probably need someone to stay with, given your age."

"Ugh, no thanks," Nimona said, casually. "I'm used to living by myself."

"Really?" Antonio asked, looking shocked. "You don't have any parents?"

"Antonio!" hissed his mother, Pepa. "Manners."

"It's fine," Nimona insisted. "I can take care of myself."

"Oh, I don't doubt that," said Augustin. "But just because you can take care of yourself doesn't mean you should have to."

At this point, Mirabel, a teen who was about Camilo's age and seemed to be the only kid in the family to not have a special ability, spoke up. "Do you think we could set up a spare room in Casita? Just until she gets settled."

Nimona shook her haid. "No thank you. You've done enough."

Felix, Pepa's husband, spoke up. "If she stays with us, people might start to think she's one of us. They might ask her to do chores."

"Chores?" asked Nimona.

"Not household chores," Alma clarified. "Just tasks around the Encanto. That's what we do. We use our gifts to help people." She smiled at Nimona. "I imagine your gift can come in handy."

"I already told you, it's not a..." Nimona could feel herself well up with emotion, and she tried to hold it in. "Look, where I come from, people don't consider what I do to be a gift, all right."

"Hey," Mirabel said, reaching across the table and putting her hand on Nimona's. "I understand. It's hard to feel like an outcast. Believe me, I know what that's like. But you're gonna be okay."

"Excuse me?" Nimona snapped, pulling her hand away. "You know what it's like? Because you're normal?" She felt a surge of anger rising up very quickly. "So you feel like an outcast because you're normal, is that it?"

"No, I-" Mirabel tried to take it back, but it was too late.

Nimona was standing up now, and she knew without having to look in the mirror that her eyes were glowing and her teeth had become sharper. "You have no idea what it means to be an outcast!" she shouted. "None of you do!"

For a moment, no one stood anything. The madrigals all stared at her in shock and... was that a touch of fear?

Had she finally done it? Had she showed them the monster she truly was?

...Had she screwed up? Had she just blown her one chance of having people who care about her because she couldn't just keep her mouth shut?

Tears started to well up inside Nimona's eyes, and then, before she knew what she was doing, everything came out.

Everything.

The fact that she was so much older than any of them could possibly imagine.

The fact that the only friend she ever had turned on her the second her parents told her what to think.

The fact that a kingdom had built an entire religion based on hating her, and her specifically.

She didn't even know how badly she had wanted to say these words, how badly she needed someone else to hear them, until it all spilled out of her mouth.

By the time she was done, her throat was dry from talking and her eyes were dry from crying. When she finally dared to look up at the Madrigals, they were all staring at her with looks of devastation. Luisa, the strong one, was crying herself. No one said a word.

And then, very slowly, Antonio got up from his chair, walked over to her, and wrapped his arms around her.

One by one, everyone stood up. Mirabel, Julieta, Camilo, Augustin, Pepa, Felix, Bruno, Luisa, Dolores, Isabela, and finally Alma, in that order.

Every. Single. One of them.

They all embraced her.

At that point, there was nothing Nimona could do but give into it. She let them all hug her individually before everyone sunk into a group hug. Still, no one spoke. No one needed to.

Nimona wasn't sure how long the embrace lasted. It could have been thirty seconds. It could have been thirty minutes.

All she knew was that it wasn't long enough.

When it finally ended, Bruno spoke first. "I'm so sorry. For everything. That's... rough."

"Yeah, you can say that again," Nimona said, trying to smile.

"Can we get you anything?" Julieta asked. "More food?"

"No, thanks..." Nimona said, shaking her head. "I don't think I can eat after that... but thanks anyway. The food..." she sniffed, wiping away a tear. "The food was good."

Julieta nodded.

"Maybe you can stay a bit longer?" Felix asked. "For a game night or something?"

"I really don't wanna intrude," Nimona said

"It's no trouble at all," Abuela said, with a sad smile.

"I know what'll make you feel better," Bruno said. "My telanovelas! I know you missed the first eight seasons but-"

"That sounds fun, but..." Nimona straightened her posture. "If you don't mind, I'm not used to... all this." She made a broad gesture to the whole family. "I think I... just need a moment alone to collect myself, if that's all right with you. I'm not gonna do anything stupid, I just... I just need some air."

"Of course," Pepa said. "Take all the time you need."

"We'll be here when you're ready," Alma said.

Nimona tried to put on a casual smile. "...Cool."

And with that, she shifted into a bird and flew out the window.

Once again, the room went silent. Each of the Madrigals slowly sat back down at the table. The meal wasn't exactly finished, but none of them really felt like eating.

No family was ever perfect, despite what Abuela tried to project for the longest time, and the Madrigals had certainly had their fair share of disagreements and quarrels in the past, but tonight they felt a sense of unity. Meeting Nimona and hearing her story had affected all of them.

They were all so used to the idea of magic being what makes you special, (they had even made Mirabel feel un-special for her lack of magic,) it had never occurred to them that someone could be looked down upon for having supernatural abilities, much less villainized for literal centuries for something that they couldn't control.

It was horrible.

And finally, after a long long silence, Julieta cleared her throat. And when she spoke, she put into words what every single person at the table was thinking.

"So... we're adopting her, right?"

[miraculouswolf99]

In the Penalteam Marc au, Nathaniel would show his protective side t for Marc. First, it was when Chloe was insulting Marc before Marc became Penalteam. The second time is where Nathaniel gives a epic verbal beat down to Chloe that shock everyone even the heroes. Alix watches a bit shocked, but proud of him.

I like to think Future Alix is watching in her burrow so proud of mini Nathaniel and knowing that Marc and Nathaniel are very happily married in the future

I wonder what Nathaniel says to Chloe in his brutal verbal beatdown?

Nathaniel can take a lot of things. Mostly because he was usually too shy to do anything about it. Other than when he did target Chloe when he had been akumatized into Evilistrator. But, now that he has an adorable boyfriend, he would do anything for him. Even stand up to Chloe.

Future Alix/Bunnyx would definitely love watching Nathaniel step up and protect Marc like that! She protects the timeline, but it doesn't stop her from using the Burrow as her own personal TV every once in a while. She wouldn't be Alix if she didn't do that.

As for what Nathaniel would say to Chloe, he would not hold back at all. "What is wrong with you! Wait! Don't answer that! Because we all already know! It's that you are a horrible person! You're completely heartless! That is the ONLY reason why you would be mean to someone as sweet and wonderful as Marc! Who has never done ANYTHING to you! So what if he is good at soccer and you don't like the sport! That doesn't give you the right to treat him like that! Just because your dad's the mayor does not give you the right to treat anyone the way you do! You are always saying we are losers and we are nothing compared to you. But, in fact, we are everything you are not! We are kind, we are friendly, we have actual friends and not slaves, we have loving parents who can remember our names, and we have no desire to hurt people just to make ourselves feel better! All of which you don't have! You and your attitude is what is truly ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!"

[auteurdefeu]

Can I ask to hear some of the thoughts about the crackship polycule

Alright, so. Welcome. This is gonna be a doozy. I will do my best to explain the timeline @turtlelover59 and I came up with and keep it PG-13 because it is A Lot at times. This started off as an idea about Fix&Pasha being FWB with Hunch, who is in an open relationship with Dan, and then it spiraled from there.

(I headcanon Dan as gender-fluid but will be using they/them pronouns in reference to them for this :p)

> Pre-Canon, Hunch and Pasha had feelings for each other in the countless times they crossed paths at work, but they never acted on it, putting their work first. Hunch always asked for her input on his cases when he could because she was so much smarter than her shitty desk job seemed to account for. He was truly fascinated by her, but he never found out her story until much Later.

> Hank made a point of mentioning that The Fix worked for several people at the table of PIs so I’m choosing to believe he was hired on occasion by Hunch, who took up a few important cases that needed someone eliminated. We all know Hunch’s track record in fights, so,,, he calls up someone capable, and their interactions were limited to that.

> Canon Shit Happens, Hunch realizes his feelings for Dan and helps to set up Pasha and Fix before he eventually gets with Dan. Around this time, Fix and Hunch also start getting closer, as a “friendship therapy” sorta thing, talking about their experiences on opposite sides of the law

> Dan learns about Hunch’s former crush on Pasha and teases him about it, encouraging him to follow through on it if she was open to it. Similarly, Pasha and Fix discuss their lack of romantic experiences before getting together and upon mentioning how she used to have feelings for Hunch, Fix gets curious heh. After much discussion, they propose having a few no-strings-attached Meetings to Try New Things (you can guess what I mean) and it’s absolutely fine, things are going well

> Surprise, strings are attached. Pasha and Hunch finally start to develop the relationship they were too scared to try all that time ago, and it’s around that time that Dan is invited to join a few of their Meetings, not wanting them to feel left out. Hunch is beginning to realize just how much he likes The Fix, while Fix is having a time-period-typical crisis about liking Men, and the fact that the last time he liked a man (M. Bition) his feelings were used and manipulated to get a job done

> Communication is hard especially for men so they just don’t talk about it until Hunch gets himself into trouble because of course he does. It's not until after they have him patched up and stable again that one of the Wayward Interests (their name is Skipper, a pirate interest, they'll be relevant later) tells Hunch how scared Fix was. Hunch had no idea Fix could be scared of anything, let alone for him, but they finally talk and realize just how much they mean to each other and make things official between them

> After the last bad injury, Hunch starts using his walking cane! (yes I'm projecting chronic pain onto him) He's had it for a while but was too stubborn to use it and thought people might view him as less capable because of it, but he does need it. His partners actively encourage the use of it once discovering he needs it (and tell him he's very handsome with it<3) and Fix goes as far as to get him a fancy one so he feels more inclined to use it. This means so much to me.

> Uncle Hunch and Auncle (genderfluid aunt-uncle) Fucks. Hunch gets along with all the kids, utterly adores them. He puts on little cloud-puppet shows for them, always having some sugar-coated stories of cases to tell. Dan always pretends to hate them, calling them little shits or rapscallions, but they love playing with them, chasing them and spinning them around, making them laugh. Skipper, the pirate interest, quickly becomes their favorite because the kid keeps challenging them to fight and is incredibly cocky and adventurous. Their stubbornness is perhaps a bit too similar to Hunch.

> While Hunch and Fix are developing their relationship, Pasha and Dan find themselves with more time together. Dan helps out with the kids as much as they insist they don’t like them, but could also be found helping around the kitchen (Fix and Hunch are banned. Hunch gets distracted and mixed together horrible things and then the appliances are all just too small for Fix so he breaks them). Not only that, but Dan’s into fashion and likes helping Pasha find outfits… especially for an upcoming Nondescript Fancy Party. While Fix and Hunch are playing catch-up in their relationship, Dan and Pasha dance the night away tonight and Dan realizes their feelings might be more than just Sexual Attraction.

> Dan and Pasha, as pleasure and passion, aren’t exactly sure what they are but there’s something there. They’ll figure it out in time… as far as they’re concerned, they’ve got all the time in the world. It would be absolutely terrible if something awful were to happen to The Four that deeply traumatized them and set them back from any advancements in their relationships because they had to be more concerned with processing their own shit first.

It gets way darker from there so I’ll leave it with that vague ominous mention. Somewhere in the mess of events, Hunch and Dan get engaged as well, and eventually unofficially adopt Skipper. Their jobs aren’t exactly kid-friendly and they’re both workaholics so they wouldn’t be able to fully accommodate having a kid but in their many visits to the orphanage, Skipper started calling them mama (Dan) and papa (Hunch, of course). To throw in some more fun things while we’re here, Anna has a sort of maternal relationship with Hunch, very much a tired mother making sure he doesn’t do anything too stupid. I’m all about those found family vibes if you couldn’t tell. Hunch also gets a little stray cat! This is not important at all, I just love cats.

Just a. a glimpse at the few things that I am leaving out for the sake of my sanity and the sanity of those who made it thus far in reading. The unmentioned timeline includes, but is not limited to, a near death experience, a brutal murder, extreme manipulation and child endangerment. It got REAAAAL bad and it keeps getting worse unfortunately. I adore these four but for some reason they can’t ever be happy… but! I’m writing something perhaps a bit more hopeful for ao3 to spread my silly gay agenda.

[meganlpie]

The Room of Requirement

Based on this request:  hello! can i ask for Neville x reader. in their final year, they both end up in the room of requirement hiding as the carrows are after them. maybe they fall for each other whilst hiding away there and after the battle he asks her to meet his gran/parents as he’s fallen for her?

Here you are, lovelies! I apologize for the wait! *Unfortunately, I do not own ANY HP characters.*

Warnings: Second Wizarding War, angst??, Fluff! Neville is the cutest warning. Brief mentions of Carrows.

Pairings: Neville Longbottom x fem!reader

If there was one place in all of Hogwarts you felt safest, it was the Room of Requirement. It only appeared when someone truly needed to find it. It had become a refuge, especially once the Carrows arrived at Hogwarts. They were horrible and cruel and you hated them. So, you found yourself seeking the Room of Requirement more and more often. And then, one day, someone else joined you. Neville Longbottom.

         The Carrows seemed to have it out for Neville more than anyone else. It was probably because the poor young man seemed hopeless to people who didn't know him. He just got nervous around authority figures, at least that's how you saw it. But the two of you grew very close over the many evenings you found yourselves locked in the Room of Requirement together.

         You would always remember the day you realized you loved Neville. It was just after Christmas, you and Neville were hiding again and he had given you a very sweet and thoughtful gift. You also had kissed that night. Well, sort of. It was more of a brushing of lips, but still. You remembered the beautiful blush that sprouted across Neville's cheeks and how your own face felt warmer. As you stared into his eyes, a warmth spread from your toes to the top of your head and the thought of being without him sent a knife into your heart. You loved him, but were almost positive he didn't feel the same. At least until the battle.

*time skip*

         Your eyes watered as you saw Neville stand up to Voldemort. As he showed everyone who had ever doubted him that he was more brave than most of them. While you were proud, you were also afraid. What if Voldemort killed him right then and there? You weren't sure you could handle it. But that thought flew out of your head the moment Harry shot to his feet and ran after Voldemort. Neville was by your side in an instant.

         "Neville! That was so brave. And so utterly stupid!" you cried, lightly smacking his arm. He merely grinned at you but couldn't say more before the battle was back in full swing. You gripped his face and planted a kiss on his lips. "Find me when this is over!" he shouted as the two of you darted away from each other and back into the fray.

         As you fought, you thought about what you were fighting for. For the Wizarding World. For Hogwarts. For your friends and your family. For Neville. Your mind trailed off to your memories with Neville in the Room of Requirement. Your entire relationship had formed in that one room. When the battle was over, if you survived, you were going to tell him how you felt. You owed it to him and to yourself.

         You could feel yourself starting to slow down the longer the fight went on. There seemed to be no end in sight as you cast spell after spell. And then, suddenly, it all went quiet. While you hadn't seen it happen, you knew that Voldemort was gone. Hopefully for good this time. As soon as the thought registered in your mind, you took off in the direction you hoped Neville would be.

         "Y/N!" you heard, causing you to skid to a stop. You glanced over to see Neville running over to you. Your legs moved of their own accord as you raced to meet him halfway. His arms were around you before you knew it and, before you could say a word, Neville's lips were on yours. It took you by surprise, but you kissed back nearly immediately.

         "I love you!" was the first thing to come from both of you when you parted. You stared at him for a moment before you both burst into laughter. "Really?" he asked once he'd calmed down and you nodded. "Of course I do. You, Neville Longbottom, are the best of men. Kind, courageous, intelligent. a gentleman, and one hell of a kisser. I'd be mad not to adore you."

         Neville beamed at you and moved in to kiss you again, only to be stopped by someone clearing their throat. "Nice going, Longbottom!" Seamus cheered a bit, earning an eye roll, "But we should get inside." You nodded, separating the rest of the way from Neville. As you moved to leave, Neville caught your hand again. "I want you to meet my gran."

         You blinked in surprise. "A-Are you sure?" Neville nodded. "I love you. I want Gran to meet you and for you to meet her." You let yourself smile. "Sure, Neville." You kissed him again before pulling him behind you back inside the now crumbling castle. The castle would be rebuilt and be better than ever. You knew that. You had one destination in mind.

         A few minutes later, you made your way to where the door to the Room of Requirement usually appeared. You could see the charred remains of the door and tears pricked your eyes. You knew Hogwarts would heal, but that room was so significant.

          You sniffled and whispered, "It's gone." Neville wrapped an arm around you. "For now. But we still have our memories. And we'll make more." You felt tears falling as you cuddled as close to him as possible, the soft material of jumper bringing you comfort. "I love you," you said softly. Your voice echoed through the empty corridor. "I love you, too. Come on." Neville made sure you were standing upright before he stepped away.

         "Where?" He replied that his gran was waiting. "Neville! I look horrible! And I-I smell bad!" Neville froze for a moment before bursting out laughing. "You look beautiful, Y/N. You always look beautiful. As for the smell, well…the smoke will cover that up." You playfully swatted his chest and cried his name. "I'm only joking, Y/N. You don't smell. And I mean it. You're beautiful." The conviction with which he said it had you believing it.

         "Thank you. You're beautiful too." You grinned as you watched his face turn bright red. He grabbed your hand again, prompting you to follow him. As you walked away, you glanced over your shoulder back at the door. Neville was right. Even though the Room of Requirement was gone for now, it would be rebuilt along with the school and, in the meantime, you and Neville could start making brand new memories together.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

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