#the leaks I have seen I will respond to now in the tags so spoilers ahead

[avvidstarion]

Ok since the game is leaking I am officially locking tf down and blocking every tag until I finish the game!!!! Love you da moots I’ll see you on the other side 🫡

[animerunner]

So I thought I took the ellipses out because I was trying to be better with tone. But I guess somewhere between the COVID brain fog and the editing it ended up back in and forgot to take it back off. I wasn’t trying to come off overly aggressive but post COVID brain fog is a beast. And while I’m doing better now than a few days ago it’s still not perfect.

Also doesn’t help that I misread it because this felt like suggestions that might come up in FTF because the ask for no spoilers (which the couple I’ve seen weren’t included ftr). This read less like an HC to me and more like a theory post at least with a couple of them it didn’t give me that tone. The only one that felt like that it wasn’t theory suggestions honestly to me for FTF was the one about Kings Dad.

And considering not everyone has seen FTF via the leaks. And some of us are trying to ignore the leaks not everyone is going to stop talking theories. Thus the confusion.

Though I’ve definitely had people respond to HCs before like they were theories. So it being HC won’t neccesarily stop a response on social media where people do tend to respond to things. Especially if you think it’s a theory. You gotta remember social media is not necessarily an echo chamber. Probably should have read the tags better but again brain fog beast.

Also it was long because I was explaining things. Theory on shows is kind of one of my thing and I have a science based brain so yes I am going to put logic behind it because again that’s how my brain works. Because again lost communication on what the post type was

a smattering of owl house musings, before For The Future releases. obvs not looking for spoilers or cheeky comments relating to the leak

- im convinced Evelyn is the owl beast, or at LEAST that the owlbeast was her palisman. we see it haunting Eda's subconscious the way the palismen haunted belos', and Eda's gem/eyes initially cloud over with a very familiar looking dark goop when the owlbeast takes over. also something something the unifying agent between Eda and the Owlbeast is a bottle of golden potion, and we see golden lights at the Flapjack Event

- Hooty is DEFINITELY connected somehow, too, but i havent found how that red string connects yet. he really genuinely might just be Evelyns House Demon who's persisted through the years and found his way back to a Clawthorne descendant in need.

- on a similar vein, Dell is 1000% the clawthorne through line, not gwendolyn. hes got the ginger hair, the cardinal palisman, he carves/d palismen for a living, and-- most damning imho-- he has calebs nose. im at work atm so i cant pull screen caps but that is almost EXACTLY calebs (and hunters!) nose

- i have big emotions about how galdorstones dont amplify illusion magic, and how gus and hunter are SO effective at chilling each other out.

- i hope Eda has been using Hunter's artificial staff. yeah shes got a sick ass Harpy form BUT i still think it'd be cool, since she cant be a harpy lady 24/7

- broke: the owl house team dropped the ball because the Titan doesnt look anything like King

woke: THATS BECAUSE KING LOOKS LIKE HIS MOM

[eldragon-x]

Can I see the leaked screenshot?

Sorry for the late response. Just for context: Two days ago there seemed to be a leaked toh screenshot popping up in the tag and I made a post about it. The two versions I've seen of it are both cropped differently and I didn't remember there being an already existing frame where the character appeared like in the shot (I could be wrong tho) so I slightly believed it but after showing them to a friend of mine, they pointed out that the outline of the character in it looks weird and appears to be edited in and I thought "Oh now that they point it out it's kinda obvious haha that's embarrassing for me" so I just kinda ignored it since.

Anyway people are seeing that post I made about it again so I'm finally responding to this and putting it under a cut here so I won't have to put this post in the spoiler tag.

[tlbodine]

The Great Content Warning Debate

Horror Twitter has been aflame for a few days now with heated discourse about trigger/content warnings, and I keep seeing the same arguments and questions and points come up repeatedly so I wanted to collect all of it into one place because I feel like discourse can only get so far if people keep reinventing the wheel -- so perhaps having the full discussion laid out in one place could be helpful.

Of course, the folks arguing probably won’t see this post, but perhaps there can be some benefit from talking about it anyway. This is intended to be more of an overview of arguments and counter-arguments, collected and displayed as impartially as possible, but of course my own opinions are going to leak in and color some of this. 

NOTE: This is written specifically from the perspective of the horror book community, a genre that traditionally is associated with troubling, transgressive, risk-taking and shocking works. There are discussions to be had for content labels on other types of fiction, but as I’m unfamiliar with the norms and expectations of, say, romance, I’m not going to wade too deeply into that here. 

So without further ado, the arguments and counter-arguments and discussion points that I keep seeing hashed and rehashed and circled around when the issue of trigger warnings comes up! 

If you’re sensitive, you shouldn’t be reading horror 

“Horror is supposed to be horrifying! It’s not fluffy bunnies and kittens! You’re supposed to be made uncomfortable!” 

There are a few problems with this: 

“Uncomfortable” is not the same as “Sent into a panic attack/flashback/relapse” (ie, triggered) 

People with PTSD and other issues can and do engage with horror all the time and often love the genre for entertainment or therapeutic purposes

Many people are fine with some types of content but not others; blood and guts won’t affect them the same as rape, or they’re fine with adults dying but can’t handle child death, and so on and so forth 

Knowing what you’re getting into can help you prepare/brace yourself so you’re not taken unaware; people with the right warnings can mentally prepare themselves and enjoy a book that they would not have been able to read if they were confronted with it unexpectedly

Trigger warnings are censorship 

Some folks have an implicit/kneejerk reaction that “trigger = bad thing” and respond to the request to put warnings on a book as a moral value judgment on the book’s contents. I can see why they might fear that, especially because at a glance it’s easy to conflate the groups asking for warnings with the groups who say things like “if your characters have underage sex then you the writer are literally a pedophile.” But by and large the folks asking for warnings do not seem to be asking for folks to stop writing certain difficult themes, only to provide a heads up for readers about the type of experience those readers can expect from the book. 

There is an argument to be made that warnings could affect the sales of a book, in much the same way that an NC-17 film doesn’t get the same distribution opportunities as an R-rated or PG-13 film, and that authors/publishers will make marketing decisions to include or exclude certain types of content in order to avoid this. 

Trigger warnings will spoil the book 

While some readers will benefit from content warnings, others might have their reading experience ruined by knowing about major twists. This seems especially relevant with a warning like “child death.” It’s very important that people who have, for example, recently lost a child not be unexpectedly re-traumatized by reading about a child dying without warning. But it’s also important that people who want to enjoy the full, shocking impact of such a scene have the opportunity to do so without having it dulled by forewarning. 

Any kind of warning system needs to be opt-in for a reader. Some suggestions include: 

Placing warnings at the end of a book, where readers can flip to that page to look (not helpful if you’re ordering online) 

Placing warnings on the author’s website, where readers can search (not helpful if you’re buying in person)

Given the limitations, a combination of those strategies seems to make sense. It may also be unfortunately true that someone looking for one type of warning (ie, rape) will have their experience ruined if they spoiler themselves for another warning (child death). This may be unavoidable collateral damage. 

Authors/Publishers should be responsible for putting warnings in their books

There seems to be some debate over whether the onus of responsibility for providing warnings rests on the author or the publisher. It should be acknowledged that authors may not always have the power to make this choice -- and if the presence or absence of warnings becomes a factor for judging the quality/moral fiber of authors, those authors could be punished by the reader community for a choice that was largely out of their hands (although, there’s still nothing keeping the author from hosting those warnings externally - how successfully that is implemented is another matter). 

Additionally, the demand for warnings will be placed more consistently on small presses simply because those presses are more likely to heed the request. This could create a double standard where readers might be more forgiving of large pub works that forego warnings because there’s no expectation that they would have implemented them anyway. On the other hand, this could be a way for indie publishers to differentiate themselves on the market and appeal more to certain subsets of readers. 

External groups or communities should be responsible for warnings

There’s a line of reasoning that an author or publisher may not be sensitive to the potentially triggering/damaging things in their work, and some kind of external governing body should manage this work instead. This does sound a lot more like the censorship argument that people are worried about. 

Wiki-style sites and places where people can freely tag books (such as Storygraph) also fit this bill to an extent. They would presumably have less power over the market than a ratings board like the MPAA, but could still exert influence over how a book is received. 

Demanding warnings will negatively impact marginalized authors 

We’re already seeing some evidence that BIPOC and LGBTQ authors are affected more by user-generated trigger warnings on sites like Storygraph, and that these warnings can be weaponized against marginalized authors. Much like review-bombing a book before it comes out can affect its launch, labeling a book with inaccurate trigger warnings could damage its sales. 

Similarly, lists of “safe” and “unsafe” authors have already begun to circulate among some groups, and there seems to be a disproportionate number of marginalized creators on that “unsafe” list -- at least according to the anecdotal reports I’ve seen. 

Historically, it is true that any attempts at censorship or content moderation will be more harshly applied to marginalized groups (see: film ratings for gay sex vs straight sex). 

It’s impossible to warn for everything

One hesitancy that some authors have with tagging their work is they’re not sure what to tag for. Triggers are highly personal, and there’s no way you can possibly guess what might upset a reader. 

Here’s a list of commonly agreed-upon things that might make sense to tag for in a given work: 

Violence/gore 

Suicide/self-harm

Rape/sexual assault

Domestic violence

Child death/endangerment

Animal death/abuse

Drug use/substance abuse 

Racism/slurs 

That said, it’s still difficult to account for context. At what stage do you warn for something? If a character is drinking a beer, do you need to tag for that? Do you distinguish between the tone things are written in, such as being played for laughs vs seriously? If the rape scene is written artistically/metaphorically, does the same warning apply as if it were described act-by-act in a clinical sense? What if your blanket list of warnings gives readers a false sense of what the book will be like -- is it actually helpful at all, or is it just posturing/virtue signaling to include warnings that won’t actually be effective?  

Some would argue that this is dramatically overthinking it, but this does seem to cause a great deal of distress to authors who want to do the right thing but worry about getting it wrong. An argument could be made that trying and failing might be worse than doing nothing, especially if your attempts get you labeled as a “trustworthy” or “safe” author only for that trust to be “betrayed” by a warning you used incorrectly. 

On the other hand, many would argue that we all “pretty much know” what needs to be warned for, and that warnings are intuitive. These granular questions could be viewed as a distraction from more common sense issues. 

Readers are responsible for managing their own safety

Ultimately, because it’s impossible for every potential trigger to be identified and warned for, readers will need to remain vigilant. Of course, there are already ways to identify the content of a book without any kind of established warning system -- such as, for example, reading posted book reviews, asking a question on a book’s Goodreads page, reaching out to the author directly, asking about the book in a reading group online or having a friend/parent/spouse/trusted person read the book first and report back with their findings. 

This is the system we’ve pretty much used as readers for years, before “trigger warning” became part of the common vernacular, and it does have some distinct advantages just because you can get a lot more specific information this way. 

It is possible that if warnings become more commonplace for books that readers may become less vigilant about their own safety, which could paradoxically put them at greater risk of finding troubling content unexpectedly. 

There’s also the issue of “safe” and “unsafe” author lists. At the moment, while the discourse is hot, it’s perhaps more natural to pick sides and disregard some authors for reasons that may be unfair -- for example, marking an author as unsafe or boycotting her work because she doesn’t want to include warnings, but she wants to avoid warnings because she strongly believes they will be detrimental to a reader’s safety. A reader may or may not agree with that perspective, but it’s certainly not the same motive as an author who would do something actively malicious to a reader (like, idk, emailing a screamer to a reviewer or something. that’s a made up example.) 

In the end, trigger warnings are a good idea, but the issue is complex to implement and some people do still have reservations about their overall efficacy. 

We simply won’t know one way or another until we try to implement it. But in the meantime, I do think it’s valuable to continue talking about this, as long as everyone involved remains civil and engages in good faith. Once people’s perspectives start getting thrown out the window in the heat of the moment, or strawmen arguments are erected that don’t reflect what anyone involved actually believes, the discussion ceases to be helpful. 

[solari-writes-things]

Return

🛑 WARNINGS: Spoilers to The Phantom Menace. 🛑

✨ requested by: @sazafraz​​

✨ Pairing: Gray Jedi!Maul x OC

✨ Summary: Maul returns to Norella after a journey of self-discovery, having kept in contact with her through their Force Dyad.

✨ Solari Says: You’ll recognize this plot, Saz, because it is one we’ve talked over before on Discord. I hope it brings you as much soft as I hope. <3 For those who do not know, Norella is the Empress of a system called Lucent Prime, a fan-made kingdom that @sazafraz​ has thought of and told me all about. Also, Maul had only been stabbed. Not bisected. Know this, before moving forward.

✨ Prompt(s) -

Kunzite - experiencing unconditional love.

gif credit: to the OP.

MORE MAUL | MORE STAR WARS | > MASTERLIST < |

Norella’s eyes bore into the bustling city outside of her quarters window. Her drapes were pulled apart just so that she could thoroughly observe everything that was occurring--for any sort of signs that she could possibly receive. She remained hopeful, passionately hopeful that he would find himself back on her planet once more.

She missed Maul. Her heart ached every time that they would see each other, as clear as she saw the structures that were sprouted out of the ground below--all without the physical presence that she so craved. Her hands crossed behind her back, letting out a heavy sigh as she turned slowly to finally go perform the duties she was set.

Heron, her assistant and father figure since her parents’ passing, had his arms folded behind his back properly and bowed when Norella had moved her attention to him.

“What is on our agenda today, Heron?” she asked quietly, her posture professional but her eyes just hinting at her small bit of sadness.

“Nothing out of the ordinary today, my lady,” he answered honestly, straightening out.

“Good... I do not think I can handle something out of the ordinary,” she responded, her eyes averting downwards.

It was like a switch flipped, the parental side of Heron beginning to peer through the cracks of formality. “Is there something troubling you, Norella? You seem... off balance.”

The charm of Lucent Prime was that Norella and her direct assistants were all force-sensitive. As much as it made the Empress feel more at home, it also made things much more difficult in terms of stowing emotions.

Heron had been privy to Norella’s growing feelings for Maul. She had been responsible for him when he was found, stowed away on a supply ship headed for her planet after his battle with Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi. He was injured, barely hanging on through the sheer anger and vengeance he had stored inside. She had helped him regain himself, and during this time they had discovered the Force had directly connected them.

He began to calm down. He became less angry, less fueled by vengeance, the longer he stayed in her care on Lucent Prime. When he processed that he had been abandoned by his prior Sith master, he had decided to leave Lucent Prime in order to discover what his life was meant for. He wanted to figure out what he wanted for himself, if he wanted to build something after he had realized that no one from his past life was coming back.

It had been months now. After he had made his presence known for almost three months time, he had promptly disappeared.

She could not fault him for wanting to pave his own way, it was something that she knew he desired. A life of hatred, a life of abandonment, was something that would have drove him mad should he linger on it for longer.

She was happy to get any update she could. Little by little, she could see him change. His posture, the way that he spoke, began to change.

“I miss him,” she says simply, knowing Heron would understand.

“I know you do, my lady,” Heron responded, his eyes much softer than they had been before. “I’m sure that he will reach out to you again, in time. For now, we must focus on the task at hand.”

Norella nods her head a bit solemnly, before beginning to walk beside Heron out of her quarters. The door shut behind her, she lets out a soft exhale as they traverse the massive halls. The clicking of her heels echoed in the empty halls, as her mind began to wander during their short trip to the throne room.

When she was about to begin her ascent up the three steps leading to her throne, she pauses. There was a shift in the air, a breach in the Force that she just felt stir in her stomach. However, as sudden as it was, there was a familiar warmth that accompanied it. She places her hand over her heart in response to it, feeling it begin to pick up it’s drumming in her chest.

Maul.

She turns, her eyes much more lively as they searched in the throne room--as if he were going to barge through the door. She hears his ship fly overhead through the walls, lifting up her skirt slightly so that she may begin to move quickly.

She begins her running, her heels clacking on the floor. Her guards tried to step and stop her to due her sudden movements, but Heron raises a hand for them to stop. And they do, pausing in their tracks and watching as their Empress moved as fast as her garb would allow.

She charges through a blast door that opened up, causing the warmth of the sun to leak through and crash against her skin. She winces a little due to the sudden light change, but her eyes quickly adjust to the ship that had made its home on the landing bay.

The doors hissed open, and she could feel her heartbeat rise the lower it got to touching the bay floor. When it gently clattered, she began to approach it slowly.

She could see the beginnings of his dark boots stepping down, making her heart race just a little more. More of him began to reveal itself as he descended down the ramp. He had his dark robes on, his hood up and over his horns and tattooed skin. He paused when his eyes rested on Norella, and she could feel his content coursing through his veins through their dyad.

She picks up her skirt again, speed-walking towards him. As she drew closer, she could see the difference in his tunics that lay against his form. They were black, with intricate designs that only shown when the light hit against it. They were beautiful, and they suit him much more than the simple black that he had worn when she met him.

“Maul,” she greeted, smiling sweetly when she got close enough. She wanted to hug him, pull him close so that she could receive the physical affection she so craved.

“Empress Norella,” he greeted back, bowing in formality when she addressed him.

“I... I wasn’t sure that you would be returning,” she admitted, attempting to swallow the feelings that she could feel boiling between them.

She could feel that he missed her, just as much as she did him. That he was also starved of affection that he so craved, hungry for her presence. She watched him closely, on his body language that gave away her assumption. And if she payed enough attention, she would begin to notice more differences with him.

He gazed into her eyes, and she felt entrapped by the blue that he had. Something about the way it contrasted against his red and black skin drew Norella closer and closer to him, finding it harder to look away. “To be quite honest, I wasn’t sure if I was to return when I had left here, but... I found myself thinking of you. Often. So I reached out to you.”

“I... appreciated that, you know. I enjoyed seeing your progression, your face,” she folded her arms behind her, averting her eyes downward.

She could hear Maul step closer and closer to her, and soon his body was only about a foot from hers. She looked up at him once more, a little surprised to see his soft expression as he studied her. He felt as if it had been years, even though it was only months, and seeing her beauty in front of him was almost surreal.

Like he had been dreaming.

They didn’t need to say anything to each other, in terms of their feelings. Their dyad made it impossible for them to hide the swelling love that they felt boiling in their chests. It was almost overwhelming, as Maul reached up and placed a hand at her cheek.

She leaned into his ginger touch, the aspect of it almost feeling imaginary. Something that she had craved for so long, and finally able to receive it. Nothing that they experienced through their dyad could surmount to the moment that they were in now.

So he leaned in, his blue eyes much more gentle than she had ever seen them. She knew what he was trying to do, and frankly hurried for their lips to meet in the middle. To describe their kiss would be a cliché, but she was half inclined to agree with them; there were butterflies in her stomach, fireworks setting off between the two of them. Whatever it may be, she felt it amplified by the Force--by their dyad.

And when they reluctantly pulled away, he brought her in close so his arms wrapped around her. His palm held the back of her head, so her temple was placed against his chest. She hummed in content, her arms raveling around him as she relished in the attention she had finally been able to receive.

“I take it this means you’re staying...” she said, her voice a low mutter as she almost drowned in the feelings she had.

“I realized on my journey, that I couldn’t see myself anywhere else,” he admitted, his thumb brushing against her white hair.

And she smiled.

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[maximumsnow]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, The Legend of Zelda: Phantom Hourglass Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Link & Tetra (Legend of Zelda), Linebeck & Link (Legend of Zelda) Characters: Toon Link, Linebeck (Legend of Zelda), Tetra (Legend of Zelda) Additional Tags: spoiler in the tags, The first half of the story is very much a nightmare, There is a character death in the nightmare but it's not real, Also Linebeck says a single swear but I couldn't think of a way around it when he's an actual sailor, I want to emphasize that the relationship between Link and Linebeck is Platonic, Or familial, But you can read whatever relationship you want between Tetra and Link though

Summary: Phantom Hourglass and Wind Waker end with Link fighting and defeating a man at the end, and sometimes nightmares don't like keeping the facts straight with how things actually went.

It was raining. (It shouldn’t be raining.)

Link didn’t know when it had started, but when he woke up to Ciela’s pleas, the first thing he noticed was Linebeck swinging the Phantom Sword wildly around.

The cowardly man had stabbed Bellum. For him. And was keeping the monster at bay while Link recovered. The memory and urgency of the situation drove Link to his feet.

Then Linebeck made an error no experienced swordsman would make and turned his head away from the enemy. To check on Link.

Bellum took the easy opening and grabbed Linebeck’s arms. The horror that flashed on his face was replaced with determination as he struggled against the hold long enough to throw the sword to Link.

It was easy to catch it despite the haphazard way it had left the older man’s hands. But he was forced to watch as Bellum wrapped more tentacles around Linebeck and latched itself onto his back.

Dark energy flowed around them until thick phantom armor materialized on Linebeck’s body and forced him to stand up.

His face was tinted an unnatural purple (like a drowning man), and his eyes were glazed over with white.

Despite the almost dead appearance, he was able to wheeze out, “Link...”

A helmet appeared before he could say anything else, and with far more grace, the possessed Linebeck swung a heavy sword at Link.

The blow was easy to dodge, and Ciela was already shouting instructions at Link about how to deal with their problem.

After a few swings of the Phantom sword glancing off the armor with no effect, Link tried running and tumbling to get behind Bellum. But, no matter how fast he ran, the armored front would always face him in its inexorable march.

Finally, Ciela was able to let loose a Phantom Sphere, and Link stopped time long enough to run behind the large Phantom.

There was no weak spot to attack.

(There was no sign of Bellum’s body that should have been sticking out of Linebeck’s back.)

Ciela tried hovering behind Bellum to see if there would ever be a weak spot, and she was grabbed by a tentacle that was somehow still there.

The fight continued. (Different this time.)

No matter how many times he landed distracting blows and picked up and used Phantom Spheres, no eye ever opened.

He was getting tired.

Bellum wasn’t. (Bellum never did)

The large Phantom started another spin attack, and Link noticed just how unbalanced the helmet was when that attack was performed.

(Oh goddesses, please no.)

Another dodge, another parry.

He called on Neri’s aid to just help him get to the next spin attack. The blue fairy’s power coursed through him in time to block a would have been fatal blow from Bellum (Linebeck).

Their blades met time and time again. Just when Link thought he would never get another hit in, Bellum couldn’t recover quickly enough to avoid a cheap shot that knocked it to Linebeck’s knees.

Ciela took the opportunity to throw another Phantom Sphere at Link, and as soon as he caught it, Bellum stood back up. The way it grabbed the sword told him that it was about to do another spin attack, and Link prepared.

As soon as the attack started, Link stopped time and ran.

With a jump and a flourish, he slammed the helmet upwards and away from the Phantom’s head.

(Linebeck’s head)

Once again, the familiar face was exposed. Still with the purple hue and unseeing white eyes.

No sign of Bellum’s black and orange eye.

There was only one way Link knew how to finish it. But he couldn’t do that to his friend.

(The same way he killed a man a year ago.)

Linebeck (Bellum) staggered as he lost his balance before fixing him with that dead stare and marched towards him.

(Was Linebeck even still in there?)

Link shook his head as he tried to repeat the process with other pieces of the armor.

Nothing worked.

He could faintly see the eyes on the tentacles near the joints, but even when he tried to stab them directly, it was like a forcefield would cover them and make the blade glance off.

He couldn’t keep this going. His arms and legs were burning with exhaustion, and his lungs were begging for a reprieve.

If he kept putting this off, he would die. And so would Tetra. And Ciela. And Neri and Leaf.

The realm of the Ocean King would be destroyed.

(I’m sorry, Linebeck.)

The last Phantom sphere pulsed as he activated it.

With ease, he took a running jump, and plunged the sword nearly to its hilt into Linebeck’s forehead.

(How he killed Ganondorf.)

Link jumped away so that the heavy body didn’t crash onto him, but once he was on his feet again, he could only stare in horror as the armor turned into a purple mist with black and orange eyes staring at him. Mocking him. Before they inevitably exploded into bright yellow sand and fell into the water below.

It left the body of his friend face down on the driftwood.

He wasn’t moving.

Link stumbled towards the body left and collapsed to his knees near Linebeck’s head and tilted the face upwards.

Linebeck’s eyes were green again, but dull and unseeing. Bright red blood leaked out of the wound where the sword was still lodged.

He was dead.

(I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorryI’msorryI’msorry.)

Link didn’t know when he started to scream the words aloud, but when hands grabbed his shoulders, he shoved them away violently.

“Link!? Wake up!” Ciela’s voice sounded wrong, like it was mixed with someone else’s.

(Tetra?)

He stopped struggling, and the scene went dark as he realized his eyes were closed. He was laying down on something instead of standing on wooden planks.

His eyes shot open, and it took a few seconds to see in the faint candlelight. Tetra was hovering nearby, a worried look on her face and her hair in even more disarray than usual.

Link tried take a few calming breaths, and the fact that she didn’t comment on how he managed to choke on air must have meant he looked bad.

“You were shouting.” The words lacked any of their usual bite and contained an unspoken question.

He rubbed at his face, which was noticeably wet, and tried to answer.

The image of a dead Linebeck, that he had killed, came back.

All that came out was a low whine that was cut off by a sob, and he curled his legs forward to bury his face into his knees.

With surprising care, Tetra approached him and sat down on his bunk nearby. “We’re on our ship. We just docked at an island for the night.” She looked at the door before continuing. “We’re all safe.”

Before he could respond, the sound of heavy footsteps could be heard accompanied by shouting. It spiked his heart rate briefly, before he recognized the voice.

“Hey, put me down!”

Relief. Link let out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding, and tears threatened to fall again.

Gonzo kicked in the door, and slung over his shoulder was a very much alive, if annoyed, Linebeck.

“Captain’s orders, yeah?” He dropped the sailor onto the cabin floor before looking to Tetra.

Link didn’t pay mind to the silent conversation he knew they were having thanks to zeroing in on Linebeck. The sailor had a hand up brushing his hair out of his face, and that allowed Link to see that there was no injury marring his forehead.

He had figured out by now that it had to have been a nightmare, but he still couldn’t help checking.

Linebeck staggered to a standing position, and without his coat on, he looked even smaller than Gonzo. It didn’t stop him from pointing a finger at Gonzo’s chest and saying, “Just because I’m traveling with you doesn’t mean you can drag me out of my cabin and manhandle me like a dead fish!”

Gonzo just rolled his eyes before turning on his heel and leaving Linebeck without a response.

Linebeck was about to follow him out, offense written all over his face. “HEY! I wasn’t-”

“Read the room,” Tetra spoke up firmly. The lack of sarcasm and playful nicknames must have registered something in Linebeck’s head, for he quickly turned around, and the annoyance vanished.

Link vaguely wondered how pathetic he must look. Sure, Linebeck had seen him hit some lows at night when they traveled together in the Ocean King’s realm, but now he knew just what Link was capable of.

Some legendary hero he was. Wrapped in a blanket with a wet face and faintly shaking in the aftereffects of a nightmare.

“Aw shit. You’re not okay, are you, kid?” Linebeck scratched his head as he asked. The rhetorical question hung in the air as neither teenager was willing to bother with the obvious answer. Waving it away, he took a few steps closer to the huddled mess.

He stopped and gave Link a pointed look that the boy recognized well. Can I come closer?

Link froze. The guilt of literally having just killed the man in his dream was telling him that he had no right to ask for the simple comfort that Linebeck somehow managed to give.

Just knowing he was alright should be enough.

It wasn’t.

While fighting to keep another sob down, Link nodded and scooted closer to Tetra. Permission given, Linebeck sat on Link’s other side, and Link instinctively leaned against him. He felt Linebeck’s arm carefully settle on his shoulders, and Tetra’s hand started to rub circles in his back.

The contact settled the racing feeling in his chest in a way their presences hadn’t been able to. The part of his mind still affected by the nightmare couldn’t ignore the fact that Linebeck was alive and breathing right next to him.

With little preamble, Linebeck started, “So, kid, did I tell you about that time I-”

Link couldn’t help but huff out a laugh at the unexpected topic change and met Tetra’s eyes in mutual sarcasm. Given how often Linebeck embellished his stories and changed them around for fun, Link probably hadn’t heard whatever nonsense he was about to spill.

But, just the segue had managed to stop fresh tears from falling, Link wasn’t going to say no to the obvious attempt to keep his mind off of the nightmare.

The first one hadn’t quite worked. The second nearly did. The third one managed to make him laugh so hard, that he rolled backwards and out of the mess of blankets. By the middle of the fourth story, his eyes were getting heavy, and he didn’t get to hear how that one ended. The sound of Linebeck’s storytelling voice and Tetra heckling every now and then lulled him to a deep sleep.

His dreams were blissfully blank.

[narukuwrites]

001. Part 8 (Final)

Words: 2,322 Tags: DBH Spoilers, Post-game, Smut, Summary: Markus gets his surprise, Connor finds his inner slutty side and the smut ensues.

Authors Note: So this is the final chapter for this untitled piece. I'm happy with how it all came together, but I may do some minor edits when it comes to the adult part of this story. I will probably have to experiment more with these two, like AU's and such. Please look forward to it.

When the music started to play Connor took a steadying deep breath and through their bonded connection he felt apprehension and curiosity filtering through it and that was good, it meant that all of the work he had done to lead up to this point would be worth it. The song and its beat were very hypnotic and the brunette found himself having grown rather fond of it and so when he heard Markus enter their studio he began the start of his routine, slow and sensual and meeting those gorgeous heterochromatic eyes.

Markus felt himself drawn into the studio, he was aware that Connor already home and perhaps had been for some time but a song, such as the one now filtering through the house was something his audio sensors had picked up on the fact it wasn't a normal song and for whatever reason it had been chosen it was something that clearly the RK800 liked. But all of his thought processes came to a standstill and he felt himself stutter and choke in shock at what he had happened upon entering his studio where Connor was and the song now it made sense as to why.

Connor was dressed in something he hadn't ever expected or fathomed the other wearing. Those lovely lithe legs in gorgeous heels, with elegantly striped stocking and a black lace bodysuit and a coy smile on the ex-deviant hunter's face as he effortlessly danced and writhed against the pole. His body moving perfectly and harmoniously with the beat of the song and all he could do was watch enraptured as the lovely brunette he'd come to care deeply, that enticing form of the RK800 fluidly going into poses which only served to make his dual colored eyes wander, greedily taking in everything in front of him. And fuck, did Connor have makeup on? That only seemed to make him more enticing and he let out a groan and managed to somehow, with great difficulty lessen the space between them when the other spoke, in a husky timbre that drove him wild and sent all of his processes into overloading in a good way.

"Welcome home Markus..." the brunette said in a soft, sultry voice. "I missed you terribly..." he added before sliding down the pole and close enough for Markus hands to trail and wander along his striped stocking clad legs. "Connor..I..huh...what are you fuck that's hot..." was all Markus could say clearly he wasn't capable of saying much, no doubt still struggling to process all of this. And Connor let his eyes closed as he let Markus' hands wander, those fingertips which were capable of so much caressing his lean powerful and yet beautiful legs, clad in the lace which caused him to let out a breathy moan of want and a shiver of arousal to go through the entirety of his being.  

"You did all this for me.....gods you are beautiful. I can't.. you.. - " Markus was cut off when Connor pressed his lips to his, reaching out and using one hand to cup his face, as the other stayed firmly gripping the metal poke. He let out a groan and bit into the softness of Connor's lips before lifting Connor up with relative ease causing the other to let go of the pole fully now and wrap around him before grinding against him which almost made Markus drop the other, but he managed to find his footing. And took a moment to let his hands wander the wonderful, form of RK800 clad in lingerie which only served to highlight all of Connor's perfect - and he let out a wicked grin as the brunette wound his legs around his hips.

"Of course I did it for you, Markus. I wanted to surprise you and I think I accomplished my mission," he replied in a happy and content manner and he nuzzled his face into the bronzed skin of his partner and lover and groaned as the synthetic skin slid away and the contact between them was magnetic and euphoric.  "Why don't you go sit down and I'll finish this dance.." the brunette said and waiting as Markus eased him down, this heels touching the floor as the RK200 acquiesced  to his request, and he let his eyelids lower coyly before brown eyes met bi-colored ones and he gently guided Markus to a nearby stool - one which Markus would usually use when painting.

"I want to feel how much you like seeing me like this.." he said coyly as he licked those prettily glossed lips and gave him a wink just made Markus powerless and only respond with a nod. And when the song played once again he made his way over to Markus, it was exhilarating this feeling of seeing Markus in a state of shock, disbelief, and arousal. The Traci's had told him that this was something that could happen but to see it happening to the person he had come to care a great deal for it made him proud.

And with another lick of his lips, which immediately drew the gaze of Markus he took the momentary distraction to roughly spread Markus' legs and met the heated gaze of his partner never breaking eye contact with the other, before chastely leaning in to place a soft kiss against Markus' lips and gracefully turning around so his back was facing Markus giving him an ample view of his slender and powerful form clad in the black lace of the bodysuit that clung to his slightly damp skin and he let his eyes flutter closed as he felt those hands brush against his hips and sides as he moved up and down in a sensual manner, making sure to occasionally grind down against Markus' heavily aroused length, that was straining in the pants the other was wearing. RK200 might have been an older model but he was equipped with parts which although weren't necessary were still included and he found himself thankful for that.

Markus, he knew held nor real love for their creator but he had seen fit to gift them both with fully functioning genitals when they had been created.  And there was a part of him that knew it was most likely done so on purpose. Nevertheless he pushed that thought aside and continued to dance enjoying the breathy moans and when he felt lips press against the small of his back he shivered in pleasure and turned around to cup Markus' face and lean in for a deeper, more meaningful kiss as the song changed its pace a little and the vocals kicked in and he ground down against the other's length, in an enticing and erotic manner as his hips moved sensually.

After a while, both of them pulled away from each other breathless, pupils heavily dilated the air between them was heavy and palpable with desire. Connor let out a surprised gasp as Markus wrapped his arms around him and lifted him up easily whilst addressing him in a husky, clearly very aroused tone as he was thrown over Markus' shoulder and let out a pleasured moan mixed with a hiss as Markus bit into the firm, roundness of his ass. "I am going to mark every inch of you, Connor by the end of it I will have you screaming my name as you ride my cock like your life depends on it.."

And well yes, of course, Markus was correct in what he said. But it was the same for Connor when it came to Markus. "It is the same for me. But I would like for you worship me, with your lips, your hands and your phallus..." he replied in an endearing and slightly demanding manner which made a handsome smirk form on Markus' gorgeous face. "Well then I shan't deny you since you asked so nicely.." came the reply as he was carried towards the direction of the pole and it took a moment for him to find his balance as he was put down and playfully pouted at Markus.

"I'm going to fuck you against the pole first since you went to all the trouble of installing it we should make use of it hmm..?" was all the RK200 had said before distracting Connor with a kiss and maneuvering them so that the sexy brunette was pressed against the pole. "Turn around for me love and spread those delicious legs of yours.." Markus demanded a low husky voice which Connor immediately obeyed and he had to grip hard onto the pole with both his hands as Markus tore away the delicate lacing that accented and covered his delicate and delicious posterior as his partner had knelt down and spread open his cheeks with one hand to reveal that tight, puckered hole and with no warning began to tease him open with his tongue, biting and letting out groans of pleasure as Markus' other free hand reached around and began stroking Connor's aroused length with was leaking pre-jelling agent.

This current position Markus found himself, fucking the ex deviant-hunter with his tongue and enjoying the noises of pleasure that came from the remarkable and stunning brunette - this was something he had wanted to do for a while now and at hearing Connor cry out his name loudly he grinned before reaching down and freeing his engorged arousal and biting hard into each cheek of those firm, wonderful globes and using the fluid that Connor had leaked to lubricate his length and roughly thrusting into the brunette in one hard thrust.

 "F-fuck..., nngh M-Markus...ah...want - "

Connor felt himself lose his grip slightly as Markus' thrusts quickened in pace, causing him to end up chest pressed against the pole, ass angled out and a bruising grip on either side of his hips. ra9 the things Markus did to him and make him felt - it was something he would truly never tire of.

"I know love, I've got you just give in to let me hear that wonderful voices of yours.." thrust "scream" thrust "my" thrust "name.."

Connor felt himself slipping delirious and overt stimulated by pleasure, the feel of Markus' tongue pushing and penetrating him felt dirty and that only served to make him want it more. This was something more primal between them right now and although he was a little upset that his ensemble had been ruined he couldn't find it within himself to care.

Markus biting into his shoulder pulled him from his thought processes and a shiver of wracked through him as RK200's angling of them had found that spot inside of him - that made his visual and mental processing explode like he could see the stars.

"I-I'm close.." he managed to stammer out .."come inside and on me please..I, want to feel all of it.." he continued letting out a mewl of pleasure and gripped painfully as best he could against the pole, he was being driven against. And he greedily began meeting those hard, eager thrusts pushing back and driving Markus as deep as was possible and as he felt his climax approaching naturally his body tightened around Markus' length driving the other to reach his peak also...

"Mmm I'll give it all to your love. Fill you up so good and come all over that beautiful back and ass of yours.."you know you look so good when my release is leaking out your ass and trailing down your legs..but I'll paint you with it.." he said with a few, longer harder thrusts and releasing inside of Connor before pulling out his still hardened length and stroking himself, those white droplets of his essence dirtying the black lace of Connor's bodysuit.

"Connor love turn around for me, let me see that gorgeous face of yours. I'm going to come on there also..."

Dizzy and lightheaded from his orgasm, more than one he realized having which had only made the one he'd just had more intense and hearing that Markus wanted to mark him on his face too. Yes, he wanted that. And so he gracelessly turned around doing his best to maintain his balance and falling to his knees and opening his mouth as Markus trailed the tip of his erect penis along his bottom lip, before stroking himself again and letting the last of his release spill onto Connor's face, and it was such a sight. Connor was his, a living canvas painted with his very being and he felt a thrill at knowing that - this, all of this beautiful android was his.

Gently he caressed Connor's face smearing his release over that synthetic skin which bled away as the white of their bodies connected and both of them shared and basked at this moment before once again Markus was taken by surprise, as Connor's tongue licked his hand sensuously. Markus raised an eyebrow and chuckled, that was certainly something

new. Whatever and whoever had helped Connor and these new change's he was seeing - he would have to thank them in person.

"I like having your cum on my face Markus.." the brunette said startling him and he let out a low groan.

"I'm going to punish you for that.." he said with a smirk before scooping up Connor and carrying him bridal style, causing one of those sexy heels to slip off and the other resting haphazardly on the other foot as they made their way through the living area and into the hallway and up the stairs.

"You can try Markus but I will tell you to know, you won't succeed. I'll make sure of it, I know all of your -"

Neither of them made it to the bedroom or the shower that night, instead, they had woken up a tangle of limbs on the stairs, clothes littering the area around them messily. This moment was theirs and no one would take that away from them.

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You Never Asked

Title: You Never Asked

Characters/Pairing: Dominick ‘Sonny’ Carisi Jr./Reader 

Rating: T

Word Count: 2155 (It’s a long one, sorry!)

Warnings: Sweet, sweet unrequited love! Some language. Season 17 and 18 spoilers. The reader should be able to be read as any gender. 

Tagging: @carisiismyhomeboy & @jjuunniiee & @do-me-carisi

My ending is probably awkward. I just couldn’t stare at it anymore lol. This started as one thing, and ended up being something different. I hope it’s not too bad.

“Half a dozen cannolis to go please!”

“You mean your usual?” You smiled at the blue eyes looking at you. “Coming right up!” Detective Carisi, though you called him Sonny, had been coming to your bakery for the last two and a half years, and had become your best customer and friend. That’s the only reason you let him in with only minutes to close.

“This for the squad?” You handed him over his order, with an added bag of zeppole.

“Nah, not today. I’ve got myself a date.” He flashed you his signature grin.

Of course he has a date tonight. A man that handsome and kind, you often wondered why he didn’t have a date every night...or why he didn’t date you. Snapping yourself out of it, you managed a smile.

“That’s great! I’m sure the cannolis will get you an in, not that you need it!” Sonny chuckled.

“I need all the help I can get!” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“You don’t need any help, detective. Just be your usual charming self, and you’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grinned. “Thanks for these, Y/N!”

“Bye Sonny!” You waved him out of the shop.

You started closing and cleaning up. Owning the shop got you a healthy discount on the apartment upstairs, and that sure did make it easier to get to work in the morning...so did the prospect of seeing Sonny Carisi.

Sonny had started coming to your shop right after he had been assigned to Manhattan SVU. The shop was only two blocks away from the precinct. In fact, the first time he came in was on his first day. He had this ridiculous 70’s porn ‘stache, and had way too much energy. You didn’t think him ordering something overly sugary was a good idea. The both of you compromised on zeppole, if you weren’t mistaken.

Over the years since then, you had seen his ups and downs, and even lent an ear or shoulder to cry on. Hell, you’d even tried to make things a little bit better with your baked goods. At least you had hoped so. Sonny was there for you too, great guy that he was. It wasn’t hard to fall for the guy, you wondered why people weren’t tripping over themselves to be with him.

You didn’t want to fall in love with Sonny Carisi, but the moment that you did was etched in your memory. It was just over a year ago and Sonny came into the shop, five minutes to close as usual. You greeted him the way you usually did, he responded but his usual sunshine wasn’t there. You had put together his order, and insisted that he sit with you for awhile. You locked up, and prodded him gently about what was going on. It didn’t take much for him to open up to you, talking about a case he had recently wrapped up. It had involved the Department of Child Services, and it had really torn Sonny up. You just sat there and listened to him talk about it, holding his hand. You could see the tears in his eyes, and you pulled him into a hug. It was in that moment you knew you were in love with him. This smart, sensitive, caring, beautiful man was here, in your arms, talking about his lapse of faith in humanity, trusting you with this...it was game over for you.

Yet you had never told him how you felt. He was this amazing detective, and you were just a bakery shop owner--what would he see in you? Sure you had become friends, but that doesn’t mean he felt the same way. You came close to telling him how you felt once, but he actually came into your shop with someone he was clearly dating. It seemed like it was too late and though he had dated other people since, you felt like your moment had passed.

Only a few friends of yours knew about your feelings for Sonny. They often urged you to say something about it, but you knew it was too late. It would serve you better to get over it--despite them telling you to get under it. It would be hard, but you knew you could do it. Even though every time he smiled at you, or you saw his twinkling blue eyes, you could feel your heart flutter.

It had been a few days since you’d seen Sonny. It wasn’t unusual, sometimes he had cases that took up several days. Still, you missed the sight of him. You had just texted your friend that. That, and that you were worried about him, even though you shouldn’t be. You were locking up, when you saw him walking towards the door. He wasn’t wearing his usual sharp suit and tie, but sweatpants and a hoodie. His normally well coiffed hair was not quite disheveled, yet not what you were used to. The look on his face reminded you of that night a year ago. What happened to him?

“Oh, you’re closing up. Sorry, I’ll come back tomorrow…” He sounded so dejected.

“Nonsense, come on in!” You ushered him inside. His voice was disheartening. “What’s up, detective?” He chuckled darkly.

“Sonny. Please.” You nodded.

“Well Sonny, I’m closed up here, but I’ve got a stash of cannolis upstairs.” You smiled. “Come on, I’ll make you a cup of coffee too.” He nodded.

You had a slight moment of panic--you had never had Sonny in your apartment and hoped you hadn’t left your laundry all over the floor.

“Don’t mind the mess.” You led him to the couch, putting your keys and phone on the coffee table. You two sat down, placing a hand on his knee.

“You don't look okay...what happened? Are you alright?”

Sonny bit his lip and started crying, looking at his lap. Was it something you had said? You only asked if he was okay--which he clearly was not. You held his hand, stroking patterns with your thumb.

“You know you can tell me…” You wiped away a tear from his cheek.

“I...I almost got shot last month…” A gasp escaped your lips. Someone almost shot Sonny?! No wonder… Sonny kept staring at his lap while he told you all about how he and his Lieutenant  went after a former cop that had kidnapped a woman. How he had gone in an been careful, but apparently not careful enough, and was held at gunpoint--right against his forehead. How he definitely would have been killed, had his Lieutenant not taken him out with her own gun.

Thinking that was the end of it, you squeezed his hand, and were about to say something, but Sonny kept going. He started telling you about how no one had asked him how he was doing with it. No one at all, save the EMS at the scene and his family. Not a single member of the squad had checked up on him. Your heart was breaking as he told you about how he thought he was finally feeling like one of the team--that he was friends with these people, but apparently they didn't view him that way. The whole time he was staring at his lap. When he was finished, you put a hand under his chin, and lifted his face up.

“Sonny, I can’t speak to how others have treated you during this, but if I had known...trust me, you’d be swatting me away with how annoying I’d be.” He managed a small smile.

“Besides, I’d be pestering you with all the cannolis in the world… shit! I almost forgot the cannolis!” You winked at him, which got you a classic Sonny Carisi smile. That warmed your heart right up, and you went to your kitchen.

“Coffee or tea?” You yelled out.

“Coffee, please!”

As you were putting together a plate, you heard your phone go off in the living room. It was only the text tone, though. Nothing you had to worry about at this moment. Taking a second to think about all that Sonny had told you, you couldn’t help but love him a little more. He trusted you with this, and that couldn't just be because you were his cannoli hook-up. You were happy just to be there for him. Isn’t that what friends do? You could be happy just being friends. With the food onto a tray, you went back to the living room.

“I wasn't sure how much cream--”

Sonny was standing up, your phone in his hand. Shit. You remembered that your phone automatically displayed messages on locked screens...and that the last texts you sent out were about Sonny. Shit. Shit. Shit.

“How long?” He was holding out your phone. Your legs suddenly felt weak. You set down the tray before you could drop it.

“H-how long, what?”

“How long have you been in love with me?”

“Uhh...I don't know what you mean…” Fuck. This was it. This was the end. He started reading the message aloud.

“‘Y/N. Just tell Sonny that you love him. What can you lose? Even if he doesn't feel that way about you, you’ll know and get over it. It breaks my heart to see you going through this.’”

All you could do was stand there, biting your lip, trying not to cry. You knew that once you started crying, you wouldn't be able to stop yourself. You couldn't say anything even if you tried. Reading Sonny’s expressions was hard. He looked like the perfect mix of angry and hurt--unlike anything you had seen before. He cleared his throat.

“How long?” He asked again, his Staten Island accent getting thicker. You stared down at the floor. Here goes nothing…

“About a year…” Your voice was barely above a whisper. You kept your eyes glued to the ground. Sonny probably looked pissed, and you couldn't stand to look at him like that. The tears that were brimming were now threatening to leak out. You could see Sonny’s feet walking towards you. You refused to look up.

“Why didn't you tell me?” His voice sounded softer, but you kept your eyes down. Taking a breath, you answered him.

“I...I don't know. I wanted to, but you were dating other people, and honestly, I knew that you wouldn't look at me that way, and that's okay, really. I know I'm not anything special, just a bakery owner, and you’re a detective, why would you date me? I'm just a cannoli hook-up, there's no reason for you to be into me. I tried my hardest to get over it, I really did, I just didn't want to ruin our friendship, because it means so much to me…”

That had done it. The tears were trickling out now. The words just came out, you couldn’t stop yourself. You had hoped you didn't tank your friendship, but there it was, no turning back now…

It was Sonny’s turn to lift your chin up, but you kept your eyes closed. You felt his thumb wiping away your tears, yet he didn't make a sound. You were biting your lip so hard you thought it might start bleeding. Sonny’s arms pulled you into a hug, and that was when you finally opened your eyes to look at up at him. There were tears running down his face.

“Y/N... our friendship means a lot to me too. You’ve been there for me through some of my toughest moments, even though I couldn't think of a reason for you to. Like today...I was walkin’ around aimlessly, and I ended up at your place. I wasn't here for the cannolis, I guess I was here for you …”

The tears started flowing again for both of you. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. But before you could respond, Sonny kept going.

“I can't believe you’ve felt that way for so long, and you didn't say anything to me…”

“You never asked…” It sounded stupid, but it was the truth. Sonny chuckled softly.

“That's true...but I'm askin’ now, Doll. Do you love me?”

You smiled up at him, sniffling.

“I love you, detective.” It felt so good to finally say it, but you had to have an answer too. “Do you love me?” You were still nervous to hear his response. He pulled you in closer and kissed you slowly. It felt even better than anything you could have imagined. He broke away slightly and flashed you that grin you loved so much.

“Does that answer your question?” You grinned right back at him.

“Yes, yes it does.” He pulled you in for another kiss. The coffee and cannolis were long forgotten. There would be plenty of time for that in your future, and what a future it would be.

[ruined-by-destiel]

First Impressions and Second Chances (Part 6)

Summary: He never thought he’d get a second chance with you. Life didn’t work like that and it wasn’t something he’d been counting on. But now, being here with you at his side, he felt like he couldn’t thank the universe enough. He wasn’t going to screw it up this time.

Words: 1,406

Misha x Reader

Warnings: (contains spoilers so be aware of that) rejection, homophobia (mentioned), coming out

Notes: Here we are, part 6! Again, I have no personal experiences with conventions so all of this comes from what I have heard about. More Jensen in this part! Hope y’all enjoy :) *spoilers* canon bi!Misha gives me life, it makes me so freaking happy, I will take every chance to incorporate it into my stories

Beta: @teamfreewill-imagine thank you darling

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“How about you start by answering the question you've been avoiding for two days now, Misha?” Your voice trembled slightly, admitting to yourself that you were somewhat nervous for what he was about to say. “And better yet, why won't you tell me?”

Misha sighed, nodding slowly and clearly hurt by your tone. You felt sorry for a moment, but then remembered this was all on him. He’d cut you entirely out of his life with no explanation whatsoever. He was right, you absolutely deserved to know why.

“It’s not something that’s easy for me to talk about. Especially with you.” He ran a hand over his face, taking a deep breath. “I knew pretty early on, but I never said anything. I couldn't, not in our neighborhood at least. Especially with your parents.”

You frowned. “I don't understand. What do my parents have to do with anything?”

“Not just them, the entire community!” He paused, taking a steadying breath in order to remain calm, “I didn’t feel safe saying it to anyone, my brother is the only one I ever told. Coming out isn't exactly something I could do during a family dinner without pretty much being disowned.”

You frowned, not comprehending what he was saying. “Coming- Misha, what are you saying?”

“I'm bi, Y/N.” his words came out in a rush, turning to face away from you.

You blinked a few times, letting his words sink in. “Ok.”

“And I understand if you're not ok with it, a lot of people weren't when I told them, but I just… I feel like you needed to know.”

You nodded slowly. “Yeah, ok.”

Misha furrowed his brow. “‘Ok.’ That's it, that's all you have to say?”

You shrugged. “Well, what were you expecting?”

“I don't know Y/N, maybe, ‘you're such a disappointment,’ or, ‘you're disgusting,’ or something else freaking painful!” He began to raise his voice, becoming more upset. “Just something other than ‘ok!’l

“Hey, hey!” You pushed yourself out of your seat and kneeled in front of Misha, grabbing his face in both your hands. “This is why you stopped talking to me? You thought I was going to reject you?”

He gave a small shrug, a sad smile appearing. “My parents did.”

You brushed your thumbs over his cheekbones and sighed softly, smiling. “Well then, I guess you're an even bigger idiot than I thought you were.”

A grin came over his face as he realized that you were being serious, a huff of relief escaping his lungs.

“Hey, you ok?” You asked with sincerity.

“Yeah. I'm ok.” He took one of your hands, pressing a kiss to your palm.

Your heart fluttered, such a simple yet intimate gesture, especially considering what he'd told you earlier that day. You laughed it off, pulling back and standing up straight. “I'm going to take your word for it before this becomes a “The Fault In Our Stars” moment.”

“Ok.” Misha smiled and winked at you, making you laugh again. You'd really missed him.

You must have been staring because all of a sudden he was on his feet, his eyes boring into yours as he took both your hands in his.

“Want to tell me what you're thinking about?”

You hummed in response, closing your eyes. “A lot.”

He brought one hand up to his lips and kissed your knuckles, so soft you barely felt it, but still tugging at the strings in your heart. “Like what?”

“How much I missed you. This.” You sighed. “Wondering what ‘this’ is, really.”

Misha chuckled, pulling you into his arms, you melting into his touch. “‘This’ can be whatever you want it to be. But for now I'm just glad you're actually here with me.”

You nodded into his chest, his familiar scent filling your nose. You still weren't sure where you stood, but for now this was good. It was a start.

You pulled back after a moment, still holding hands. “Do you have to be anywhere?”

Instead of responding Misha just pulled you back into him, burying his face in your hair. “Not until Jared comes in here yelling for me to get to mine and Jensen’s panel.”

Laughing, you pulled back against his objections. “You gotta go.”

“But I don't wanna.” Misha whined and tried to pull you back, but you wiggled out of his grasp. Snatching your purse from the floor you opened the door and leaned against the jamb, smiling at him.

“Come on, I'll be there. Front and center. You know, for moral support.”

He chuckled and followed you out, your hands brushing against each other's as you walked down the hall, Jared's voice reaching you from all the way downstairs.

Now that things were getting better with Misha, it gave you the chance to appreciate the rest of the convention more. Soon after the panel started you were rolling with laughter, tears leaking from your eyes at some of the answers Jensen and Misha were giving.

The room silenced itself again when Jensen asked for the next question, everyone looking at the teenage girl who was holding the microphone.

“Hi, my question is more of an inquiry, but some of my friends and I wanted to know, who was the girl you were seen with upstairs, Jensen?”

Your heart stopped for a minute. You hadn't thought that anyone might have noticed when you went into the room with the two guys.

Jensen shared a quick look with you, then with Misha, who shrugged, before turning back towards the girl.

“Uh, well she's actually an old friend of Misha’s. She was here and we thought we'd bring her upstairs to surprise him when he finished with his panel earlier.” You let out a silent breath, thankful for Jensen’s quick thinking. But the girl wasn't done yet.

“Misha, were you surprised?”

“Yeah, that’s one word for it.” He winked at you briefly. “It doesn't happen often but there are times when Y/N really surprises me. She's really something.”

Your could feel your face get warm at his words and couldn't help but smile. Jensen and Misha turned to face the other side of the room, where another girl was holding up a mic.

“Hi, my question is for Misha.”

Jensen rolled his eyes and groaned into the mic, causing the audience to laugh.

Misha leaned forward in his seat, towards the fan with the mic. “Ignore him, he’s cranky because he hasn’t had his nap today.” More laughter from the audience. “What’s your question?”

“I was wondering if there’s anyone special in your life right now.”

He smiled and looked down at his feet. “I uh, I’m still waiting to hear back on that one.” He shared a quick glance with you, a blush making its way up your neck. “But let’s just say I’m hoping.”

“Hoping to get some later tonight, right Mish?” Jensen chimed in with a cheery tone, making you gasp slightly, but no one around you seemed to notice, as they were too busy laughing.

“Well I mean,” Jensen glanced over at you, and the dumbfounded expression on your face made him let out a giggle, causing Misha to join in on the audience’s laughter. “I mean, you like her, right?”

Misha shook his head, still laughing. “You are incorrigible.”

The fan piped in again. “Is is the same girl you mentioned earlier? Y/N?”

Misha rubbed the back of his head and smiled coyly. “Maybe,” he mumbled into the microphone.

“Whatever, anyone who hears the way you talk about her knows it.” Jensen clapped a hand on Misha’s shoulder. “We may have only just met but I love her already. And I know Jared does too.” You smiled and Jensen slyly winked at you, disguising it as a wink to the crowd. “I really do hope things work out between them.”

Questions resumed as normal after that, but your thoughts kept going back to Misha. Your interaction with him earlier rekindled some feelings you hadn’t experienced in years, and you weren’t quite sure how to feel about it. When he kissed your hand… you really wanted to know what his lips felt on yours.

You shook your head, not allowing yourself to think like that. First, you had to catch up on what time you had lost over the years. After that… maybe then you could start trying to figure out your feelings for Misha.

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[solari-writes-things]

Healing

🛑 WARNINGS: light descriptions of violence. Spoilers of the main story. 🛑

✨ requested by: @sazafraz

✨ Pairing: Kotal x OC

✨ Summary: Izel is helping Kotal repair himself, as Outworld is beginning to transition its rule to Kitana.

✨ Solari Says: This is the first time I’m writing for Kotal, and I don’t think I’ll do well. However, I will give it my all and hope that you all will enjoy.

✨ Prompt(s) -

Blue Chalcedony - soothe fear and anxieties, bringing calm and balance.

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The coolness of the ground against her knees did not phase Izel, her eyes shut as she focused on the area surrounding her. She concentrated on the energy coursing through her veins, the aura that encompassed the neighboring room--the one that she was set to supervise.

Kotal was inside, floating in of the thousands of souls that circled endlessly in the chamber. He had suffered a near-fatal injury during his battle with Shao Kahn, taking a blow to his spine that would have left him paralyzed for life if he didn’t have the resources Outworld had.

Helping him to the chamber had left Izel with her heart hammering against her ribs, rhythmically beating in her ears. Kotal was not one to sustain injury easily, let alone almost die from it. But this last battle, this last interaction... it left her anxieties in a spiral. So she tried to feel him, through the decorated double doors as his body recovered slowly.

Her breathing evens as her eyes snap open, managing to shove her worries down once more. Her eyes rested on the vibrant aqua her chest was wrapped in, before raising her head. One foot at a time, she places them on the ground and stands herself straight--before turning around and placing her palms against the cool gold decor that was on the door.

She could feel the Soul Chamber on the other side, like a jolt of electricity shooting through the muscles on her arms. She pushes them open slowly, hearing the shrill noises of the souls beginning to softly leak through. She follows through with her full of her body, the doors swinging open and then slowly creaking closed behind her with an echoing thud.

She observed Kotal as he drifted slightly, the glowing green circling his body like rough water. His tattoos were illuminating underneath the color tint, as if he were standing behind a stained glass window. His eyes were shut as he let the chamber carry him, his body loose as it weaved back and forth gently.

She steps forward, the shrill shrieking of the souls growing louder. She was almost afraid to reach out to him, call for him--like he would break as soon as she made contact. The magic surrounding him was almost intoxicating, as it only grew more prominent as she got closer to the chamber.

Soon, she stood right in front of him. She could feel the energy brushing against her skin, like a wind that was never physically there. The worry and anxiety were beginning to sink in again, her glowing eyes watching the details of his face to see if they were to twist into anything negative.

But here he was, serene. The most relaxed that she had seen him with recent events, having to help fix a timeline that had shattered at the hands of a titan.

“Kotal,” she calls gently, only to see if he were to respond.

It was like her voice had pulled him from under water. His large hands reach up to clench into fists, as if he were testing if he could feel his movements. His eyes studied his palms closely, and the glowing hues looked up to meet hers. Izel could make out a gentle smile through the whirling green, and matched it with her own.

“Izel, my love...” he spoke kindly, as his body lowers so his feet are flat against the floor. The green misting around him vanished immediately, only leaving his large figure standing in the middle of the Soul Chamber.

“Kotal...” she breathed again, almost dazed to see him standing in front of her once again.

He went to step forward, however his time in the soul cocoon had not been kind. As if his body was not adjusted to the idea of walking so soon after, he stumbled forward. Izel, despite her much smaller stature placed a hand gently against his chest to catch him.

“Please, don’t push yourself too much, my love...” she speaks softly, hand placed against the glowing tattoo on his chest. Her other arm was at his back, just in case she needed to support him to move. “You need more time to heal.”

“I will be fine,” he tried to assure, attempting to take another step forward but almost buckling again.

“You need to rest,” Izel instructed, her kind tones a little more firmer with her beliefs. He may have healed his spine, but he still needed some time to recover after the battle at the coliseum. “We must ensure that you are indeed ready to battle again, especially if this war in Outworld continues on for much longer. These things... they take time to mend, even under a new rule.”

“That is not for us to fear now,” Kotal responded, finding the will to stand himself straight without falling into her.

“But there is a possibility that it may bleed onto us, onto the Osh-Tekk,” Izel pushed, the constant ringing in her mind finally beginning to peer through the cracks.

“And if it does, we will be ready,” he soothed. He stood tall, taking one more step without his weight buckling him down. He looked down at Izel, studying her glowing eyes with love and care behind his own. Appreciating everything that she had done to ensure that he would make it out of the coliseum, that he would end up alive after everything had taken a turn for the unexpected.

He reaches up, placing the palm of his hand at her cheek. It almost enveloped her head, save for the headdress that she traditionally wore, but she leaned into it with the same love that he had shown in his expression. Her own, much smaller, hand reached up to press against the back of his and it was like the fear had melted away through the contact.

He brings her in, pressing her body against his own as he hugged her close. Relief rippled through him, finally drinking in the fact that he had almost not been able to see her again. If it had just been longer, if she had gotten pulled into another situation just after he had been injured, this may not have been something that they could have done.

The now-quiet chambers provided a blanket of solace. Since the beginning of Kronika’s merging, and maybe for the only time they would have, it was just the two of them.

For the moment, it would be wrong of them not to take advantage. So their faces grow closer, Kotal slowly leaning down to press his lips against hers, as if she were going to vanish from his grasp.

And for once, Izel’s mind was silent.

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