#which is incredibly distressing for him. he NEVER gets a name wrong. and not in this kind of awful way

[tahopo]

never not gets me that oghren will name his kid after the warden. there’s a babi dwarf called kaleb nicknamed nugget out there. after the 7ft guy.

[flowerandblood]

Play with my heart (3/3)

[ modern actors • Aemond x Strong • female ]

[ warnings: unprotected & proctected sex, smut, angst, fluff, sexual tension, feeling of guilt, unprofessional behavior ]

[ description: He gets the main role in a series about a great family and dragons, which could change his career. He is set to play the uncle and love interest of his childhood friend. When he meets the actress who plays her role, he begins to lose track of what is an acting and what is his real feelings. Sexual tension, grumpy, withdrawn, thirsty Aemond. ]

Author’s note: Yeah. I talked about it and I did it. You don't even know how much fun I had doing this. Of course, my characters play in a series whose script is an exact copy of my story The Fall from the Heavens. In this universe, Aemond (playing the One-Eyed Prince) and Rhaenys (playing the Princess) are of course not related – the other characters are also just actors. This three-part series is my gift to all fans of the original series, thank you so much for your support. "Rhaenys" in this story is her artistic pseudonym which she use instead of her real name. You can read this as a standalone story.

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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They spent the next few days on set together with the other actors in a very pleasant atmosphere. He genuinely liked Daemon – he played the Princess's stepfather and had an incredible charisma that outshone everyone in every scene he appeared in.

He watched him intently from the sidelines, trying to remember his facial expressions and his reactions, wanting to use this later in his role.

To his satisfaction and relief, he could call his relationship with Rhaenys warm. She always smiled broadly at the sight of him and ran over to talk to him between scenes they weren't filming together, sometimes bringing him a sandwich or coffee from the vending machine.

"– you have to eat something – you can't survive on acting alone –" She said regretfully, and he shrugged his shoulders, biting into a sandwich with lettuce, tomato, cheese, pickles and sauce.

He had already forgotten about his eye patch and wasn't taking it off, not wanting to step out of character.

The day was fast approaching when they were to shoot the scene in which the Prince and his niece escape from the library together and spend their first night with each other.

It wasn't his first sex scene, but he had never played it with someone he cared about in any way, and her inexperience worried him.

As it turned out, he wasn't wrong, and the evening before shooting day she knocked on his door. When he let her in he could see that she was distressed and terrified, her cheeks red with embarrassment.

He let her in without a word.

"– I've never – you know – acted a scene like this and – more and more I feel that in front of such a large group of people I just won't be able to relax and get into character –" She muttered, standing in front of him but not looking at him, wrapping her arms around herself as if she was ashamed.

She was asking him for advice and help.

He nodded at her words.

"– it's natural – it's a very intimate scene – you have a right to feel insecure – me and the sexual psychologists are on set to help you –" He explained, putting his hands in the pockets of his trousers, looking away, feeling hot at the thought of what they were about to do.

Of course he knew they weren't going to have sex for real, however, they were going to be very close and he knew he was going to be touching her naked body.

She had a right to feel uncomfortable about this especially as he was more experienced than her, clearly not just as an actor.

She nodded and smiled at him, as if his words actually comforted her.

"– I – would you mind if we did a rehearsal? – I mean – if I go through it with you without cameras, hear your advice then maybe – maybe tomorrow it will be easier for me, I'll know exactly what I want to do –" She choked out in embarrassment, looking at him as if she was asking him if she was demanding too much of him.

He stared at her for a moment with his mouth open thinking he shouldn't be doing this, if only because his erection had swollen in his sweatpants at her request.

The fact that his cock wanted it meant that his mouth should refuse, but on the other hand he didn't want her to feel abandoned with something that obviously scared her.

He figured he needed to get a grip, think about her and her comfort.

He nodded and she breathed out loud, shifting from foot to foot, scared and excited at the same time.

"– so – where should we start? –" She asked quickly, and he involuntarily licked his lips, looking at her bare legs.

He wondered if she had panties under the material of her long, cream-coloured hoodie and cursed in the back of his head.

"– from the touch of a hand – a kiss – that opens the door to further emotions –" He replied in a hoarse voice, horrified that she had approached him, that she had taken his hand in hers, looking at him with her big, bright eyes.

God.

It wasn't good.

He kissed her more passionately than he had planned – his lips swollen involuntarily pressed against hers and brushed her skin with a loud click, from which she sighed, her soft, warm cheeks locked between the fingers of his hand.

He sighed quietly when it became apparent that his directness did not deter her – she followed his lead, her hands enclosed his cheeks in a tender embrace, from which he involuntarily put his arm around her waist. Her body slammed against his, and her belly felt what was happening in his trousers.

He felt her tremble and moan quietly in his embrace, surprised and ashamed, parting her lips invitingly, allowing him to tentatively slip his moist tongue between them.

They sighed against their throats, pressing against each other, his hips beginning to rub against her while his kisses became more ferocious, aggressive, messy, full of their saliva, teeth and tongues.

He heard her sound of surprise as his hands slid down to her buttocks and clamped down on them, slipping under the material of her shorts. When she threw her hands over his shoulders he simply lifted her, grabbing her hips and turned, throwing himself on the bed with her.

"– too much wine, uncle? –" She asked with amusement, following the script, letting their lips melt again and again in soft, deep, warm kisses, sticky with their saliva and tongues. He grinned under his breath at his words, running his swollen erection between her thighs.

"– you'll see in a moment –" He gasped into her throat, her arms hugging him close pressing his body closer, her legs intertwined on his back making him feel like his cock was about to explode with desire.

"– and now what? –" She mumbled excitedly, clearly wondering how actors performed these kinds of scenes without having sex.

The problem was, that he felt like it.

He rested the weight of his body on his hands, placing them on either side of her head, looking at her for a moment – her glossy, puffy lips were parted in an accelerated breath, her eyes shining, warm, bright, her gaze misty.

God, how badly he wanted to fuck her.

"– in the scene the Prince exposes her breasts – can I do it? –" He asked in a trembling voice and she nodded, the expression on her face full of trust and confidence from which he felt a tightening in his stomach.

As he grabbed the material of her hoodie she raised her hands above her head to make his task easier. He pulled it off her reverently, feeling his breath get stuck in his throat at the sight of her lovely, plump breasts and her little nipples.

"– so pretty –" He whispered, leaning over her body, placing a gentle kiss on her sternum, from which her whole body trembled.

"– so, so good –" He murmured, not knowing fully himself what he was actually doing, convincing himself that he was trying to reassure her, to give her a sense of security.

Her hands stroked his short hair slowly and tenderly as his lips, with loud clicks of his saliva, lazily found their way up her neck and to her jaw, her soft, warm cheek, and finally her mouth, whose wetness he welcomed with relief.

He heard her moan quietly, surprised, clasping her hands over his neck and the material of his shirt as his hips began to roll back and forth, rubbing against the space between her thighs, mimicking the movements he would make if he were deep inside her.

"– ah –" She sighed, tilting her head back, his hot, swollen lips trailing over her fragrant neck while his hands blindly found her smooth breasts, caressing them and kneading them tentatively between his fingers.

Despite the fact that they should be speaking their lines, only silent moans of shame and panting came from their mouths. He knew, feeling her hips come up to meet his, that what they were doing was slowly turning into something else entirely, but neither of them dared to admit it.

Her body, the touch of her hands, her embrace, her scent, it was all so pleasant, warm, familiar, sincere, desired.

"– fuck –" He muttered, involuntarily speeding up the rocking motions of his hips and groaned a tad too loudly, betraying that he was long past his role, that what she felt under the material of his sweatpants was embarrassingly real.

It seemed to him that she didn't know what to make of this fact, hugging him close, trying to understand what she herself felt, why she was allowing this to happen, what was actually going on between them.

"– it feels good –" She mumbled into his ear, making his hard erection push against her stomach. She gasped, surprised, clenching her fingers on the material of his shirt as she felt his slick, moist tongue run over her neck, his hand sliding down to her warm thigh.

"– too good –" He confessed, embarrassed that his hand had slid lower between her legs, his fingertips teasing the material of her soaked panties and what was beneath them.

She squealed and tilted her head back, at the same time wanting to push him away and hold him close, feeling his fingers wander around her hot, pulsing womanhood, squeezing it gently.

"– ah – ah, oh God –" She whimpered, involuntarily spreading her thighs wider, wordlessly giving him permission to do what they both knew they shouldn't have done.

They both groaned embarrassedly loudly when, with an impatient flick of his hand, he pushed the material of her panties aside, sinking his fingers into her warm, silky folds, all sticky from her wetness.

"– just like that – that's what you should feel – tension –" He whispered in a trembling voice, kissing her hot, soft cheek loudly and lingeringly, digging his fingertips into her sensitive, tender skin, teasing and rubbing the space around her little bud, making her whole body tremble under him in convulsions.

"– Aemond – a-ah – mghmmm –" She mumbled out as she felt his fingers invade her swollen slit, throbbing with desire, all leaking from his treatments. He closed her mouth with his own as he slowy and gently slid his middle finger into her quivering, fleshy, hot interior, her walls sucking and clenching around him, tight and swollen.

He moaned low as her hands slid down to the fabric of his trousers, undoing his button and zipper. Knowing what she wanted to do he finished the job for her, watching with his mouth wide open as she herself slid her shorts and panties down her thighs, panting loudly along with him.

They clung to each other again immediately, their kisses lustful, shameless, loud, intimate – his hands slid down between her thighs, his fingers spread the folds of her little cunt open to the sides, letting the fat head of his cock find her throbbing, weeping slit.

She threw her head back as the thick, smooth tip of his erection burst inside her with her loud moan of pleasure, the next helpless thrust of his hips into her throbbing, tight interior made him know there was no turning back.

"– I'm sorry – I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry –" He breathed out, pounding deeper and faster into her with each word, imposing an aggressive, rough pace on her, her body, however, welcomed him with ease – he leaned forward, listening as her slick pussy was filled with his swollen erection with each successive shameless slap of their bodies against each other, their breaths heavy, their moans helpless, too loud, too animal, too desperate.

"– m-me to – fuck – fuck, God, oh fuck –" She mumbled and pleaded at the same time, tightening her fingers on his buttocks, directing him back deep inside her again and again.

Her tight, warm walls gave him a wonderful squeeze again each time he slammed into her, his body pressed hers against the bed which began to creak loudly beneath them, their bodies bumping against each other like mad with loud clicks of their wetness creating one big, wet, sticky mess between their thighs.

"– fuck – so fucking good – God, yes –" He breathed out, chasing his own fulfilment, as was she, not thinking about what they were actually doing or why, focused only on the fact that it felt wonderful, that it felt safe and that he wanted to come inside her, inside her, just inside her, as deep as possible.

"– m gonna cum –" She muttered helplessly, as if she was about to burst out crying with pleasure, and then she wept loudly, coming hard on his cock, her warm, fleshy walls beginning to squeeze and suck him inside.

He felt his mind stop functioning, the tension and tingling in his lower abdomen, testicles and length was approaching its zenith, and he wanted only one thing – to come inside her.

"– do you – God, oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK –" He cursed, before he asked the question feeling his warm seed fill her insides, bringing his body a relief from which he groaned low, his mouth wide open by how a strong wave of pleasure shook his body.

They looked at each other with eyebrows arched in pain, her gaze warm and tender, her hands running down his sweaty back and cheeks.

"– i-its – it's okay – I'll make sure I don't find myself pregnant –" She mumbled, something in her words and in her gaze made him want to cry.

How could he have been so irresponsible?

"– I'm sorry – I'm so sorry –" He mumbled out, feeling with embarrassment that warm tears one by one began to run down his cheeks onto her face.

Not a second passed and they both burst into sobs and hugged each other like little children, lying like that, exposed and vulnerable, bare before each other.

"– was it – was it real? –" She muttered in a breaking voice, and he nodded, choking on his own tears.

"– yes –"

He personally drove her to a twenty-four-hour pharmacy so she could buy a ‘morning-after’ pill. He insisted she let him pay, but she said there was no need. She returned a while later with a packet and a bottle of water, getting into his car.

All around them only night and silence.

"Are you sure you want to do this? You don't have to. It's my fault." He muttered, but she shook her head.

"– yes – I mean – I asked for a pill that will prevent conception if it hasn't happened yet – there's a good chance it will be enough –" She muttered, reading the leaflet quickly, and he nodded, feeling ashamed, sad and disappointed in himself.

"– I'm sorry –" He muttered, repeating it for the hundredth time that evening.

"– it's okay –" She replied, popping a tablet into her mouth and sipping it with water. She took a heavy breath, as if relieved and sad at the same time, then nodded.

"– let's go –"

By the time they got back to the hotel, it was almost midnight. He escorted her to her room, not knowing what to say, how to act.

"Do you want me to stay with you?"

She looked at him, surprised, and swallowed hard.

"That's okay. Don't feel guilty. I have my own reason too." She replied, looking down at her fingers in embarrassment.

"I want to stay with you. If you want me to." He replied in a trembling voice, looking down at the floor, feeling ashamed of how small he felt now.

A great actor who can't even put a condom on his cock before putting it inside good girl who came to him for help and advice.

She nodded and went inside, and he came in after her, bitter and broken. They lay down side by side on her bed facing each other. For a moment they just looked at each other, and then he leaned in – she opened her mouth thinking he wanted to kiss her, frightened, but he only pressed his forehead against hers, his hand stroking her soft, warm cheek.

"– try to sleep – hm? – I'll stroke your head –" He whispered. Her eyes glazed over with tears for some reason, her small body clung to him, seeking refuge in his chest.

He wrapped his arms tightly around her, stroking her back and hair, again and again placing a moist, tender kiss on the top of her head.

It felt so right.

They fell asleep like this, entwined in a tender, warm, safe embrace, and he thought, listening to her calm breath, that never before in his life had he felt such a need to protect someone.

Despite what he had promised himself, each of their meetings in her room, the pretext for which was to rehearse the script together, ended with their naked hips slapping against each other greedily with their loud moans of pleasure.

Their hands tightened on their bodies in a way that was not overbearing, aggressive, but tender, gentle, wanting nothing more than to become one.

He was ashamed that even though they pretended to meet as friends, he made sure he had a condom or two in the back pocket of his trousers every time before he was to come to her.

He didn't want her to go through again what she had when they first had sex.

On the one hand, the thought that she might have believed that he wanted to take advantage of her terrified him, so he assured her, kissing affectionately her exertion-soaked, sweaty cheeks, that he needed it as much as she did.

Never before in his life had he felt something like this, such an overwhelming need to be close to someone.

Afterwards, he always stayed through the night with her – even if he wanted to, he couldn't deny himself the warm embrace of her arms and fell asleep with his face cuddled between her naked, soft breasts.

It was real.

The director was delighted with the tension and electricity they were able to generate between each other on set without knowing that it had long since ceased to stem from their acting.

They teased and joked with each other between scenes, adding improvised, biting or ambiguous remarks to the script that they thought suited the era, and then, when it was all over, they sank into each other's bodies until they were one sticky, panting, throbbing mess.

His grandfather was proud of him and said that already several other productions were interested in casting him in the role.

"Seeing how you've handled the bed scenes, this will go easily for you." He said over breakfast, which they ate together. He felt a sense of discomfort at the thought.

"I want to limit myself to productions where I don't play intimate scenes. It costs me too much." He lied, not knowing how to explain that what was happening in front of the cameras was not because of his acting skills, but because his cock simply stood at attention when her tongue licked his on set.

His grandfather laughed under his breath.

"Don't be silly. You have to grab the opportunity. You're on a wave of recognition right now, everyone is waiting with bated breath for this show. If you are successful, the world will open up to you." He said, taking a sip of coffee from his cup.

"Some great artists have never played any intimate scene. I'm not a porn actor." He said coldly, grabbing for his phone, hearing it start to vibrate and saw that he had received a text message from her asking if they were going to watch The Lion King tonight.

He smiled involuntarily at the thought.

"Are you listening to me? You think you're shagging that little girl and you've fallen in love? Romance on set happens, but you're being dramatic." Said Otto, and he looked at him, shocked to feel his heart leap into his throat.

"Don't speak about her like this. Never." He growled warningly, looking him straight in the eye. His grandfather was silent for a moment.

"That won't do. She lives far away, once the shooting is over the thing between you will be over too. Don't be naive."

"It's a three-hour drive from our town by car."

"What?"

"She lives three hours away from our town by car."

His grandfather looked at him in disbelief.

"You are making this naive girl hopeful. Don't waste her life and your career in the process. Don't turn down good offers."

He pressed his lips together at his words, looking at him indifferently.

"I will decide what proposals I consider good."

They had spent the last few days between shoots, during the day and at night in bed, and their disappearance together had sparked gossip and curiosity.

It was, however, the last thing he thought of when he could finally clamp his hands on her naked buttocks and slide her panties off her, a smile on her lips knowing that he certainly wasn't even bothering to take off the summer dress she had changed into.

"– the scene in Harrenhal – I almost fucked you there for real, you know? –" He gasped, kneeling on the bed in front of her, looking down at her with lips swollen with desire as his long fingers quickly took care of his trouser button and zipper.

"– come here –" He murmured, grabbing her by the hip and pushing her closer to him, her legs spread out in front of him in some natural gesture of trust and acceptance as he placed the condom over his painfully hard erection.

"– 'm sorry –" She mumbled out, thinking for some reason that she should be remorseful that he couldn't feel her completely, just like the first time.

"– stop – when this is over, we'll think about you taking pills – hm? –" He asked encouragingly, leaning over her, the weight of his body resting on his elbow as his free hand guided the head of his cock against her leaking, throbbing hot slit.

Her eyes got big at his words, as if she didn't believe he could want there to be anything after and she nodded quickly, making him feel that familiar heat spreading through his chest.

He leaned over and kissed her in a way he'd never kissed any woman before – their soft, warm lips were one loud, sticky, wet mess, their hands clenched on their bodies, holding them close together as he opened her wide on his long erection with one lazy thrust.

"– oh –" They both sighed, looking at each other with misty eyes, their mouths wide open as he began to pound into her quicker and deeper with loud, wet slaps of skin against skin.

"– A-Aemond – oh God –" She mewled, throwing her head back in pleasure, his hands blindly finding her breasts, sliding from the sides under the material of her dress, clamping down on their plump, firm structure.

"– you didn't touch yourself, did you? – am I right? – my sweet baby girl –" He hummed with a hint of sweet threat in his question, sliding his swollen lips down her cheek to her neck and jaw, leaving a warm, wet trail on her skin.

"– I – mghmm – n-no –" She mumbled out, stroking his hair and buttocks, her legs crossed over his back as his erection no longer slipped out of her, thrusting into her greedily, bringing him closer and closer to his peak, his mind and body hot with desire.

"– good girl – fuck – m close –" He gasped weakly, feeling a wave of pleasure approaching and a tightening in his testicles. His lover reached out eagerly to meet him with her hips, slapping against, his skin, crying and babbling about how much she good it felt, him deep, deep, inside her.

Their bodies intertwined in a close embrace as he pressed her tighter to the bed, imposing a brutal, fierce pace on her exactly as in the scene they were about to act out. Her scent, her moans, the warmth of her body and her fleshy walls, squeezing and sucking him inside, made him come in a condom with a low groan of relief.

He lay on top of her, panting heavily while his hand from between her breasts slid between their bodies, down to her thighs – his fingers gave her puffy bud a few encouraging, teasing squeezes before her little cunt began to pulse around his half-hard manhood in euphoria and her body was shaken by a sweet, hot orgasm from which she drifted off completely.

They lay like that for a long moment with their eyes closed, cuddled into each other, listening to the indistinct sound of conversation outside the window a few floors below, where the restaurant was located.

"– Aemond? –" He heard her quiet whisper, her hand stroking his head gently. He lifted his misty gaze to her, dreaming now only of a nap in her embrace.

"– hm? –"

"– what will happen after the shooting? –" She asked quietly, and he smiled lazily, for some reason calm and happy.

"– we will stop pretending to be actors –"

[colourstreakgryffin]

Yuichiro and fem!s/o please! 😌 Yuichiro thinks she has a crush on Muichiro and gets overprotective, but in reality, she likes HIM. Maybe he overhears her or something? And please do his reaction after and what he does! Tysm,,!! <3

Ommfhdkdjjjakakajjffgggg. That’s sooooo cuteeeeee! I imagine it’s a add-on to my Hashira Yui post! Let’s goooo!

Tokito Yuichiro- A Bad Feeling

It was so obvious…Of course you have a crush on his twin brother… Muichiro is kind and considerate to everybody he meets whilst him… he’s rude and cold that most Hashira avoid him like the plague

No woman wants a man like him…

It makes sense that you don’t like him in that way. Yuichiro was quite heartbroken as he watched you through the thick strands of his long black to mint green fade hair. Sat besides the brother he had a personal love rivalry against, Muichiro didn’t even sense Yuichiro’s distress over his messy lovelife

What he heard that day as he wondered over to your Estate for a visit. Kanroji suggesting you were interested in Muichiro when he drifted around the corner to a halt, it all clicked whilst you nervously stuttered at the Love Hashira’s confident statement about who you truly crushed on. He has never been nice to you once, all in spite how kind you are to him

You were just being a genuinely good and kind person, something he is not. You were just being friendly to him since he is the identical brother of your long term crush, the one you want. Unaware to Yuichiro, his cemented view on which Tokito Brother you liked was wrong. He didn’t know that you actually liked him, not Muichiro

Sitting besides Muichiro with a sweet smile and your lunch bento box laid calmly on your lap, looking directly at the Mist Hashira to politely listen to his words as he blabbered on and on so cutely about him and his twin’s efforts at their shared missions. Fishing through your bento, you had no clue Yuichiro was sat up on the short brick wall wrapping around the thick tree, facing to the other way from where you and his twin brother chatted loudly and cheerfully

Yuichiro grumbled in pure defeat after a few more seconds, throwing down the bento box he just couldn’t force down his dry throat anymore as he stands and stomps over to the laughing duo behind him. Both you and Muichiro raise your heads up at the Haze Hashira as his gorgeous mint greens burned with a charring jealousy at his own flesh and blood. Sending a shiver of intimidation down Muichiro’s spine, his older twin glared at him like he was a demon

Yuichiro aggressively pinches your wrist and yanks you up just before you could roll out your concerned question of his name. His baggy and loose uniform matching Muichiro covered his limbs as he lifted you up onto your feet and begun dragging you carelessly away from your spot as you felt your cheeks flame in pale rosy red blush

You were a little scared that he was mad at you but feeling his grasp and his eyes on you made you feel so flustered… you just really liked him

Yuichiro finally stopped in place but didn’t dare let go of his intense grip, twisting his head around to scan over for his younger brothers before he twirls on his heels in a quick pace to face you, those mint greens made you feel a amazing wave of power and beauty overwhelm you as you clamped your lips shut to avoid making him any more angry than he seemed to be

“Can you… not talk to my twin? You’re wasting your time and your effort with making friends when you should divert your time into training and being a good Hashira, Dokusha”

The credit of the art above, goes to the incredible artist Ei497, please go support him/her/them!

[callsign-rogueone]

ok but!! ive been reading some fw theories in the subreddit, and one that has a lot of diff opinions on is whether liam has a second signet or if he was wielding ice in that scene, especially since deigh’s name means ice. what are your thoughts, do you think it was just a mistake?? and what about liam in your universe?

[insert that clip of Cardi B going: “I’m glad you brung it up because I’ve been dying to talk about this for a minute”]

FOURTH WING AND IRON FLAME SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT. this ramble is not going to be proofread, nor supported with textual evidence, because I have a migraine. but if anyone wants to jump in with page numbers and quotes or things I missed / got wrong, please feel free! 

in short: I think it’s possible that Liam did have a second signet.

first, my only hangup on this theory: what are the odds of two riders in the same squad, in the same year, having the same signet (Ridoc and Liam)? I know some signets are more rare than others, but that’s still a very slim chance when there’s 20+ signets out there that we know of, and RY will probably come up with more (fr, I need to know what Garrick and Aaric's signets are. I hope they're something unique, that we haven't seen yet.) but here are a few arguments in favor of two-signet Liam:

one: I don’t think it was just “RY putting the wrong name”.

Ridoc wasn’t there at Resson, so RY would have to have confused the two boys entirely for it to be a mistake. besides them both being perfect little bbs and adoring fans of Violet, they’re not alike in appearance, dragon color, nor backstory -- what is Ridoc’s deal? like why did he want to become a rider? I need to know for my next gfverse chapter 😭 and the mistake would also have to slip past multiple rounds of editors and proofreaders as well, which is possible, but not probable.  and was Ridoc's signet even confirmed at that time? maybe this is me forgetting things, because ADHD, and it’s been a while since I’ve read FW in full, but the first time I remember hearing about Ridoc’s signet is in Iron Flame — when they’re at RSC and he’s like “I could force the locks open with ice”. that confused me at the time because I didn’t know about (or remember) his signet. and then it really clicked for me later, when he makes an ice pack for poor Brennan after Mira decks him lmao. is it mentioned earlier than that? when I search “ice” in my FW ebook it shows me every instance of “voice” and "nice" and “office” etc., too, and I'm not scrolling through all that 🙄 and neither of the reference sites I like to use have a page number listed for him getting his signet or the first time it’s mentioned. as another aside: look how gorgeous Ridoc is here. smash. EDIT TO ADD: it is mentioned in Fourth Wing, in one line on page 289 (as identified by @hockeyspiral23 - thank you!) but he doesn't actually use it. no wonder my adhd brain forgot about it when there were bigger issues at hand lol they also pointed out that it could still have been a mistake, if RY meant to have it be another one of the barely-mentioned marked riders who aren't part of the main gang, as ice-wielding is "a common signet" (FW p. 289), and there were a few students we never really met apart from Resson (including Masen and Soleil. RIP.) so it could have been one of them. another possible explanation that I just came up with for the mistake category -- unreliable narrator? the events of that day were incredibly distressing for Vi, and she literally gets poisoned and loses consciousness and doesn't wake up for three days (following the theory that FW and IF are her diary, written in an ancient language and translated by Jesinia later) so it could have been a blur / hard to remember and VIOLET could have gotten it wrong. If I were RY, and it was a genuine mistake, this is the explanation I would give lmao

two: Deigh meaning ice is another tally in the “not a mistake” column.

RY likes to have the dragons' names refer to their current rider's signets. (Tairn = thunder, Aimsir = weather...) but not all of them match (Tiene = fire, I think, and Mira makes shields.) Liam and the ice is only mentioned once, at Resson, but there are many characters who we don't see getting their signet -- really just Vi's sex-induced lightning, and a mention of Sawyer nearly killing someone in a swordfight on accident. and Sloane's siphoning, too. okay, maybe this isn't a great point. but I still want to hear how they figured these things out! especially Bodhi. and Xaden's second one. poor thing couldn't tell anyone, even his best friend, and had to figure out how to manage it entirely on his own (he had Sgaeyl, but that's it.) and maybe Liam didn’t realize he had the ice until Resson, and just started slinging icicles at the wyvern once he figured out that he could. though that's kinda unlikely, I guess, since he would have channeled in November or December and Resson wasn't until July... hm.

three: Deigh could have been the dragon of Liam's relative, giving him a second signet like Xaden has with Sgaeyl.

it’s my understanding that Liam, like all the marked ones (except my addition of Darling and her little sibs) were military kids, and his mom is mentioned in IF as being the one to weave the protection runes, which I believe requires a level of magic that only a rider would have. so he has at least one relative who was a rider, and therefore probably more. ngl, at first I thought it was mad suspicious that his parents were executed separately from everyone else’s, but then we didn’t meet them in Aretia, so I guess they really are dead. but how mf heartbreaking would it be if they were alive -- and the first time they see their son in a whole year of him being gone at Basgiath, it’s Xaden carrying his body into the fortress 😭 and Vi and X crying and apologizing to Mama Mairi for not being able to save him… I’M SO SORRY. IT JUST CAME TO ME, AND I HAD TO WRITE IT DOWN. if any FW writer wants to write that AU, go for it. we could all use another good cry. there seems to be a trend of the dragons who had Tyrrish riders purposely (and "illegally") bonding the descendants of their previous riders. - Xaden has a second signet from Sgaeyl as his grandfather was one of her former riders, allegedly, but he "didn't make it out of the quadrant"? so he had a kid (Fen, Xaden's dad?) before graduating? is that why Xaden mentions that his dad hated dragon riders in one of his letters to Vi? - and then I believe Imogen has the dragon of a relative, but not a direct relative, so she doesn't have a second signet, but the one she does have is just really strong? I feel like they glossed over that a little too quickly, and it remains unclear to me how that whole thing works. - and now maybe Liam, too?

I might tack more stuff on below as it comes to me, or RB with commentary, but I think that's all I've got for now.

but regardless of if it was a mistake or not, I’m not planning on putting it in Liam and Spark’s story — just his farsight, which is confirmed multiple times. if Spark believed in the gods, she’d thank them for not giving him something as destructive and deadly as her water, but Li’s still gonna have some issues with it, because I feel the need to project my issues onto my fave characters, and everyone loves some mild hurt/comfort that’s resolved with cuddles and a nap, right? 🥰

[actual-changeling]

Charles from Dead Boy Detectives when a demon emerges from a wall and drags his best friend to hell: Desperately screams his name, tries to run after him. Comes almost immediately up with a plan: open the portal to Hell. I will go after Edwin and bring him back. If I fail, we`ll both be trapped in hell but at least we will be together. In hell he tells his bff how much he matters to him in the most beautiful way i have ever seen in television.

I finally started watching DBD yesterday, so this ask is the universe telling us you are incredibly correct.

Edinburgh in 1827 is such an important flashback because it deconstructs the perfect, romantic image many people have of Aziraphale. Not only is he overly arrogant and disgusted by poor people, he spews rich conservative talking points and refuses to consider the fact that he might be wrong. On top of that, he happily tells them they're going to hell.

Crowley is actively distressed by all the shit he says about Elspeth and unhoused people in general, and no matter how hard he tries, Aziraphale simply does not listen.

Also—Aziraphale is rich. He was rich then, he's rich now (and a fucking landlord on top of it), and casually carrying 50 guineas in his pockets.

For reference, that's around 52 pounds, which is equivalent to around seven THOUSAND pounds today. Did it occur to him to give that money to Elspeth since he was so enraged about the grave robbing?

No. No it did not.

Imagine carrying that much money as pocket change and then watching someone die trying to dig up a corpse for money to buy food and shelter. It's cruel, plain and simple.

Crowley has to urge him to give the money to Elspeth because he is probably not carrying any money at all or he would have shared it immediately.

Which brings us to the whopping conclusion—Crowley gets dragged to hell for doing what Aziraphale SHOULD have been doing. If Aziraphale had pulled his head out of his ass for two minutes, all of this could have been avoided.

Crowley being tortured in hell for decades? Oh well. Don't care. Time to exploit poor people for more money.

Now, I wanna talk about your last point a bit more because it's something many people in the fandom don't seem to understand.

Trauma does not excuse treating other people badly. It's not blanket permission to hurt other people, and refusing to work on your behaviour and excusing it with trauma or mental illness makes you an asshole.

Take responsibility for your actions and get some fucking help.

Gabriel, who is also arrogant and an asshole, managed to become a genuinely better person despite all of his trauma in four years. He never treats Beelzebub the way Aziraphale treats Crowley. Fuck, he doesn't treat anyone (including Crowley) the way Aziraphale treats people.

The METATRON is nicer to Nina than Aziraphale.

Six thousand years and he hasn't learned a single thing because he did not want to. Self-centred asshole with an arrogance to match.

[malakaie]

yk this is by no means a novel experience to anyone who has worked hard on something and shared it online for other people to see/read so i by no means want to sound like i think i should fucking reinvent the wheel

but like. under a cut for length i am breaking my own rules by venting about the james somerton thing again

it is so strange to see people still yapping about james somerton when like. many of them were not affected. i say this with the caveat that obviously a lot of people felt very anxious and distressed when they were under the impression that he might have harmed himself in the wake of his behaviour coming to light. none of us wanted that.... except for the contingent of gleeful idiots (sorry, but they are) who did. who, frankly, are still finding glee in speculating about and harassing him. spoiler alert: i was affected. he stole from me. he stole, specifically, PAGES OF DIRECT WORDING. no careful rephrasing, no little tweaks. it's verbatim. for minutes and minutes at a time. and it's published under my government name, and his attempts to "credit" me were under my government name, which is not anyone's fault but it does make it, now, feel incredibly alien. like how do i even claim that when that is not a name i use in online spaces anymore, both for my privacy and gender reasons? i don't even look like that person. i don't feel like that person. and yet i was still stolen from. every time i have to look at new shit that james somerton is supposedly doing or not doing it's like, cool, you're thinking about it again, would you like some free dissociation before breakfast?

on top of the material harm, on top of the financial harm many of us experienced, on top of the opportunities i probably lost out on by trusting the wrong people (more on this below lol*) and by having someone with a larger platform than me claim my words as his own and ensure that no one would ever find me underneath him - i have this extra weight that i'm carrying around. and i largely avoid looking at or for what he's doing now because of how absolutely shitty that feels. but i can also pretty much guarantee, based on the groups of people that he stole from, that i'm not the only trans creator in this situation. it's so, so strange, and so uncomfortable and jarring, and i don't know what to do with it.

that's all this has been a weird vent post lol i'm getting breakfast now

*(the site on which i posted that article has also not responded to me when i advised them of the plagiarism, btw. they will remain unnamed but in retrospect did not have a good experience there. they overworked me and my partner and expected us - unpaid volunteer writers, several of whom had additional full-time jobs at that time - to churn out multiple articles over christmas while the editors got to take a break. they played favourites and tried to pit myself and my partner against each other by making heavy edits and redactions to my partner's work while leaving mine relatively untouched and blowing smoke up my ass. i sincerely hope that no other work on that platform was stolen, both for the writers' sake and the editorial team who did try to carve out a corner for themselves in a very busy online landscape. but i also cannot stress enough how little recourse i have from an entity that declined to respond to my concerns about the theft and was never going to be able to pay me despite insisting that i produce 3+ articles every week, on top of my full-time job, without pay, and without allowing me any input on the back-end editing of my work. they will not be able to compensate me for the time, energy, research and effort that was taken from me, but have also declined to so much respond with an "i'm so sorry that happened, thank you for letting us know, we will look into any other instances of plagiarism".)

[voraciousvore]

The Half-Blood Giant (51/51)

Chapter 51: Aftermath

Milton was consumed by guilt. If he hadn’t agreed to do a favor for Chester and enroll Hunter at the school, bypassing the standard formalities, none of the students would’ve been eaten. He never anticipated a half-human student would cannibalize his own kind. He was disgusted with himself as much as he was disgusted with Hunter. He should’ve intervened when he had the chance, before things got out of control. He was too soft on Hunter, too sympathetic, perhaps because of his own personal flaws. Due to his distress, he took a leave of absence from his position. His spirit had been crushed, and he needed time to recover. 

He also wanted to stay home for a while to take care of Millie. She was struggling with her own demons and fresh traumas. Milton kept her close and was a protective force to give her strength. He woke her up and held her for hours when she had nightmares or flashbacks. Millie was grateful for his love and kindness, but she was a source of support for him as well. When Milton considered making his temporary hiatus from his job permanent, since he was so devastated by his own failings, Millie convinced him to stay. She reasoned with him that he could be a force for good in improving the lives of the human students, a shield to protect them. The murders were not his fault; he couldn’t have known in advance that Chester’s son would be a violent man-eater; he could apply the knowledge gained to prevent future misfortune. Milton was thankful to have a lovely light in his life like Millie. 

Determined to right whatever wrongs were within his power to correct, Milton made significant changes when he returned to work. He requested funds from the school board to provide every human with a tracker watch, like the one he bought for Eren, so they had some protection. He beefed up security, hiring guards to patrol the hallways and campus at all hours. Milton was surprised to learn that Pedro was still willing to work at the school, despite being ingested alive by a student. Pedro explained to Milton that he felt safer now that Hunter was gone, and he believed the students needed his services more than ever. Milton admired his bravery and resolve. Ray came by the school often to keep watch over his boyfriend and the other humans, providing additional support. Milton was determined to avoid another catastrophe. 

A rift inevitably developed in the friendship between Milton and Chester. When Chester asked to stay at Milton’s house again, since he and Jackie couldn’t go home, Milton refused. He didn’t want Chester around Millie, but he was also angry with him about the situation with his son that had caused so much heartache. Chester and Jackie couldn’t bear to stay in the same community that had been ravaged by their son, so they migrated to the other city where Chester had his Maneaters Anonymous meetings, which would be more critical than ever since humans were far more common in this realm than the Land of Giants. 

Life was hard for the lonely couple. Chester and Jackie suffered from being cut off from everyone they knew and loved, not to mention their son’s fall from grace that split their family. Jackie had to overcome her debilitating fear from being surrounded by so many giant strangers. They had to start fresh in a new city, with no money or state-sanctioned identity. By an incredible stroke of luck, and generosity from a kind giant named Leon sympathetic to humans, Chester and Jackie were both able to get a job working together for the same company, Griffin Industries. They gradually picked up the pieces of their broken life to create a new future together. 

Jackie pined the loss of her magic. The couple struggled with physical intimacy, since Jackie could no longer grow or become acid-resistant. Chester was constantly salivating over her, desiring to devour her more than ever, but he had to control himself, which became harder by the day. Thankfully, they discovered the human pills that allowed Chester to eat Jackie safely, and crisis was averted as they fell into a familiar, comforting routine. Despite their loss and melancholy, they were grateful to have each other in trying times. 

Eren was not able to return to the dental clinic. She was broken, to the point where she feared she was beyond repair. She became extremely clingy to Joey, since she didn’t feel safe without him, even in her own home. Joey relented and took her to work with him, hiding her in his chest pocket. If he was going into a potentially dangerous situation, he would swallow her down or find a safe place to hide her, such as inside the glovebox of the police car. He was saddened to see his brave, sassy Eren reduced to such a state, but he protected her with his life nonetheless. Eren believed, as long as she had Joey on her side, she would be okay. 

Eren had Joey; Pedro had Ray; Millie had Milton; Jackie had Chester. With the strength of their partners, they would survive whatever trials came their way. The only person who was alone was Hunter. He had his parents, but he shunned them. He hated them; in fact, he hated everyone. Due to his smaller size, he was shipped off to a prison on the human side, but he still towered over the other human prisoners and guards at his freakish 7.5 foot height. He retained the physical hardiness and strength of a giant on top of how tall he was, so he outclassed any human physically. The other inmates knew not to mess with such a beast of a man. 

Even so, he mostly resisted the urge to violently lash out, biding his time. Every day, he fought against the spell binding him. His magic was stronger than his mother’s: He believed, with time, the spell would weaken, to the point where the seal would break. It was only a matter of time; he just needed to hold out until then. As he stared at the gloomy concrete walls and bars trapping him in, he wondered what he should do when he got out, if he ever escaped. He wasn’t sure. As much as he thirsted for revenge, he didn’t know if slaughtering everyone would bring him any long-term relief from his pain, or if he was even capable of happiness. At this point, he didn’t know if he cared either. He didn’t know if he should feel regret or remorse for what he did. He was bitter, angry, and tired. 

Chester wasn’t able to visit his son, since he was way too large to cross the barrier to the human side. Jackie had to go alone. Hunter cursed her out every time he saw her, but Jackie continued to visit him, and refused to forsake him. His dad sought to earn special visitation rights, but in the interim would at least call him on the phone to talk to him as much as he could, even though he had to pay per minute. Hunter reluctantly interacted with them, if only to counteract his boredom. They didn’t have any savings, but they sent him money for the commissary when they could, so he could buy snacks, toiletries, and small luxuries. 

One day, Jackie came to visit. Hunter sat across from her on the opposite side of a glass wall, speaking to Jackie through a phone receiver. He released his pent-up frustrations on her, volleying verbal insults until he was red in the face. Jackie took it all on the chin with stoicism, even though his words, and seeing him brooding in captivity with his orange jumpsuit, stabbed her to the heart. Eventually, Hunter calmed down to the point where she could have a normal conversation with him. Jackie asked him how everything was going and if he needed anything, and he replied in a defeated tone. As they spoke, Hunter finally brought up something that had been bothering him for a while. 

“Mom, whenever you visit I mostly just rant at you and tell you how much I hate you. Why do you keep coming?” 

“Because I love you, of course,” Jackie answered. “You’re my son.” 

“But I nearly murdered Dad! Don’t you hate me for that? And he still calls me too, since he can’t visit. I figured he’d want nothing to do with me.” 

“He loves you too, Hunter. And... yes, I would’ve been devastated if your father died. But he lived, so no lasting harm was done.” 

“What about all the other horrible things I did, like eating people?” 

Jackie sighed. “Don’t you understand, Hunter? Regardless of what you did, regardless of your faults or any ill will you may have towards us, we’ll always love and cherish you. We’re your family.” She looked down, ashamed. “I... I know we weren’t the best parents. If I could go back and change the past, I would’ve done things differently. But I hope you understand... we’ll always be there for you, through thick and thin. Whether you choose to forgive me or not is immaterial.” 

Hunter stared at her, mouth slightly agape, not sure how to respond. He passed over that point and continued the conversation, but he ruminated over her words later in his cell. Despite all the things he had done, and his rebellious, nasty, belligerent, hateful attitude, his parents still loved him. The truth hit him hard. He reflected on his time at the school. At the time, he felt like everyone hated him there, but he realized that wasn’t entirely true. Principal Henderson had been nothing but understanding and supportive, several students had approached him on his first day wanting to befriend him, and Hector was always friendly to him. 

And how did he respond to these magnanimous people, willing to give a despicable individual like him a chance? He treated them all with contempt, like dried-up worms on the sidewalk. He pushed everyone away at best, and at worst took their lives. He ate Hector and tortured and killed his girlfriend. He stole the principal’s girlfriend and swallowed her. And he stabbed his father, and would’ve slaughtered his mother if he had the chance. He was a monster, but a monster that his parents still loved unconditionally.  

He wondered if things could’ve been different, if he had just been more receptive to others. Perhaps his fate was not as inevitable as he initially believed. He didn’t have the social acumen to navigate the school environment with his sheltered upbringing, but his standoffish nature obviously didn’t help matters. The entire time, he had felt unloved and unwanted, out of place, but he realized he had a place the entire time, with his family. The realization made his heart twist in his chest. He had been so blind, so selfish. 

He couldn’t go back and relive his life, though. He had made his abysmal choices, and now he had no option but to live with the awful consequences. He deserved nothing less than the worst punishment for his sins. He curled up in bed, festering with despair and rage. Someday, he would break the curse of his mother’s magic. Someday, he would be free of this place. Someday, he would have a life to live again, and he would decide what to do with it. Someday. 

Chapter 1

Writing Masterpost

[alan-in-the-outernet]

After Alan casually mentions the crane incident while recording, there's definitely a lot of people reacting to that. There's Nala, but also so many other people also connect those dots and recognize the significance of that. Like dude how do you not question it when your paper cranes are suddenly alive.

Maybe Nala realizes that although that wasn't supposed to glitch earlier because that was troubleshooted, maybe something about this guy specifically choosing that name made a brief connection with Noogai, which lead to whatever ability he has to connect with it. Which would allow it to become alive and also mess up that game in what prevents him from being able to leave. Also because everything is connected to Noogai, that explains why the npcs are so much more alive than intended.

At least he knows it's not just his programming that's the problem. But also apparently magic powers or whatever the heck this guy has are real. And the dude didn't even question it. Just a weird incident. And now he's trapped in the game and making everything alive. Nala cannot be entirely faulted for not knowing that actual superpowers are real and something to troubleshoot for. This is definitively an unforeseeable circumstance. Poor guy though, he didn't even realize there was anything weird about it.

Nala does send a message to him in the game asking more about the crane incident and explaining that it is not normal for origami to be able to come to life and suggesting that it could be related to his current situation.

Oh no... What if Nala suggests going to Noogai for help getting out? After all, it is sentient and has a lot of power over the game. It might have to power to get him out. But neither of them know that Noogai thinks Alan is a part of it. Alan decides to livestream his meeting with Noogai, but the stream is private so only Nala (and DJ because he's the one helping with this since he's the one with the video) can watch it.

When he gets there, suddenly it becomes very obvious that something is very wrong. And then Noogai assumes that Alan is there to reunite, which is very confusing and concerning. Alan tries to tell it that he's just trying to get back home to the physical world. It realizes that he "thinks" he's human and doesn't know about being part of it, which is very distressing for Alan who actually is a human. Alan does explain that he apparently has an ability to bring things to life and Nala's theory that he ended up sparking life into it during that glitch and that might explain why there's a connection between them and why it thinks he's a part of it. It does not believe him and he gets absorbed. Lots of screaming and terror. Nala ends up puking on his floor and feels awful because it was his idea to go to Noogai. He never suspected something like this would happen. He forces himself to watch and ends up seeing Alan get revived and sent home when it realizes it messed up.

He does try to communicate with Alan afterwards and Alan doesn't actually blame him for what happened considering how impossible something like that would've been to predict. He does have more of an understanding of his ability though, which also got boosted apparently. Despite being forgiven, Nala still feels so awful about what happened. incredibly mortifying mess up.

Stars... yeah no... Nala would feel ABSOLUTELY terrible... he just... watched a man get absorbed by a God... something he had created... and maybe he hadn't made it sentient and maybe he couldn't have known any of this would happen but... it was still his suggestion... and his own creation that had done this...

...Even if... Alan doesn't blame him... he can see how the other is definitely not exactly okay- understandably so! He got absorbed by a virtual God!

But... stars above... he feels so terrible... and even his friends can see just how sick and pale he looked after that moment... and the guilt he tries to hide behind smiles... but he can't tell them what happened... that would be an invasion of privacy- since that was something that happened to ALAN...

...

He should have known better... how? He didn't- he didn't know, but... something..! Anything..! Or continued to try to find a way to get Alan out, just...

...Even Sunglow's hug as they go to bed at night doesn't soothe the guilt and pain in his chest...

[thx-sunsxts-addrxss]

Letters of love that touches one’s soul

Junior year of Highschool-

Krithika was walking home from a bad day.

How dare Delilah accuse her for 'stealing her boyfriend'? Like, Krithika didn't even know who her boyfriend was!

"Girly!" Called someone who could only be one person. "Hey, Krithika!"

She turned, annoyed. 

"What, Shah?" She spoke, using  his last name to intimidate him. He took a step back in fear, regained his composure and waved a folded piece of paper.

"I'll just keep this here" Suyodhana Shah hurried off.

Krithika could hear the elderly on the street talking about how energetic and bright he was for a 19 year old. And the younger about how handsome he was, with his heterochromia. Which was all true of course. Even if she was in a bad mood, she couldn't deny that.

She opened the letter in curiosity.

And the saga of love letters starts here.

Dear Krithika,

When you open this, I've probably run off already. Just the coward I am.

Isn't it crazy how much you changed me? I went from a tech nerd to nerd on the subject of you.

I'm really bad at constructing angles, and even though you look beautiful from every angle, I think the angle I see you from is the best.

I don't play with fire, but when we're together, I feel the sparks flying.

I don't like science but when I'm with you, I can see the chemistry.

I'm learning important dates in history. Wanna be one of them?

Ps. Don't kill me at school tomorrow.

Love,

          Suyodhana 

Senior year of high school-

He glanced down at the note Krithika had given him, his heart pounding.

Dear Suyodhana,

Remember your letter last year? I realized I never actually replied. And, honestly,

It was incredibly cringey. You are super cheesy. But I would not mind having you on my pizza.

I was having a super bad day when you gave me that. It felt like you wiped off the rain cloud above my head and replaced it with sunshine.

I'm not a fortune teller, but I can see my future with you.

Love,

        Krithika.

A couple years later-

He had a stupid grin on his face as he handed Krithika a letter.

Dear Krithika,

Before I had felt the sparks. 

Now I feel a fire burning in my heart.

My life without you,

Is the sky without blue,

Roses are red,

You like the white ones instead,

Violets are blue,

And my love for you is always true,

But still, 

It grew.

Krithika Shah,

Will you marry me?

Krithika looked up in tears.

"Yes. I would love to"

Dear Suyodhana,

It's been awhile since we wrote these letters. 

I don't know if you'll ever see this.

I want you to know that I still love you. Sleeper or not.

Arundhati. You named our child Arundhati, after the morning star. And I must say, it was the most fitting. You really don't get anything wrong, do you?

She asked where you were today. When are you coming back?

I love you always. Aru loves you always. And I know you love us too.

From,

         Krithika.

But the reply didn't come. And finally, 12 years later, Krithika understood it would never come.

Dear Suyodhana,

What were you thinking in those last moments?

Were you okay?

Were you happy?

Were you sad? Or distressed?

Were you about to take my hand?

It has been 6 months from the final battle. I know you must be so proud of your pretty little girls. They found peace. 

Kara had to bear a punishment. I'm sure you would be absolutely devastated to hear that, but it was for the better. She is with the family you took her from, able to relive everything. She is carefree and has no memory of anything that happened.

Aru. She's just so brave, you know? I'm sure you would be mad to hear she has someone to love now. They look like when we were younger, living in the bliss of young love. She's taken most of your genes, which is why she looks absolutely pretty. She's grown into an independent, beautiful young woman.

Thank you for everything. I hope you've found peace.

And one day, I'll join you and we can make up for lost time.

I love you.

Love,

        Krithika.

A tear dropped onto the letter. It dampened the small spot that it had fell on, smudging the cursive handwriting a little. She put her hands together and closed her wet eyes.

"I hope you're in a better place" Krithika prayed. She looked up to the sky, wondering if he was looking down at her endearingly. She crouched down to the chilling grave as the wind blew autumn leaves to the burial.

"You always liked autumn, didn't you? Now you can always see it"

And with that, on the cold ground that had now captivated her lover's body, Krithika Shah placed the last letter of love and ended their love story.

[prompt by @the-princess-fangirl. Tysm!]

[gayhawkelatehomicide]

Dog Post

So my noodle associate consumed one (1) full bottle of soju and started coming up with dog names, so here are my various Dragon Age protagonists' dogs.

Buppies under the cut for length

Wardens

Aridhel Mahariel (serious, stressed, blunt) - Titanius, the most adorable fuck-up of an animal. He has a dignified name because you call him and he trips over his own paws and flops on the floor in his enthusiasm to come receive scratchies. He's so big and so dumb and so sweet. Full blooded mabari but got more Big genes than smart ones.

Saffron Cousland (earnest, noble, cautiously optimistic) - Teryn, the only point of consistent stability in her world. Originally a gift from Rendon Howe, he saves Saffron's life on a couple of occasions, much to said asshole's distress.

Theo Amell (ambitious, daring, prickly) - Hammer, a difficult creature to control, who immediately rolls over and does whatever Morrigan wants, just like his master.

Renan Tabris (ruthless, suspicious, protective) - Teacup, the incredibly polite and well-trained war dog. Probably the only thing in Renan's life that she never has to fight.

Valda Aeducan (honorable, loyal, politically traumatized) - Small Chip, an unapologetically affectionate sweetheart who loves everyone and gives Valda the first uncomplicated physical touch in her whole life up to that point.

Emmaera Surana (strange, cerebral, difficult) - Arnold, the most relaxed dog in Ferelden. Truly, this fella is the only dog who can be within 15 feet of Mae without freaking out because there's Something Wrong With Her and animals can sense it. Hint: it's the 6+ spirits in her head.

Tery Mahariel (tough, laconic, safe) - On'dhar, literally "good dog" in Elvhen, the most tenacious boy in the world. He's the type of dog who gets An Idea in his head and will NOT be dissuaded. Sad thing, apology in advance: he's how Morrigan finds out Tery is dead, because he hunts Morrigan down and she knows he would never leave Tery.

Hawkes

Iris Hawke (kind, ruthless, cunning) - Couscous, the half-Mabari half-wolfhound. He's goofy and playful but also fuckin HUGE and has such a high prey drive it's not even funny. He needs to run and chase things, he NEEDS to. Luckily, you can take him basically everywhere. He enjoys biting the Arishok.

Ian Hawke (complicated, stubborn, self-justified) - also Couscous because look, Ian was originally a dude mage version of Iris because I wanted a mage to gay marry Fenris and then I had to change a bunch of stuff because Iris and Fen never got along. So they have the same dog.

Kiera Hawke (angry, sad, violent) - Mel, the sleepy old warhound who will still bring you dead burglars until his last day. I take everything from Kiera so Mel unfortunately dies towards the end of the game, but he has a long rich life in which he is loved fiercely up to that point.

Alice Hawke (trusting, outgoing, somewhat overbearing) - Pokshie, the overprotective mother hen. You know those dogs who adopt like, baby geese or whatever, and their owners just have to get used to it? That's Pokshie. He decides who he's going to take care of and that is that.

Delilah Hawke (snarky, positive, gleefully chaotic) - Tosus, the dignified gentleman. Man of the house for years (eat dirt, Carver) and straight man to a great many shenanigans, Tosus has one of those doggy faces that just looks like he's judging you most of the time. Kinda the droll butler archetype, but a dog.

Quinn Hawke (grouchy, unrelenting, burdened) - Schnuffles, the friendliest animal you ever did meet. Truly this one is just corgi software running on mabari hardware. Needs so much love and attention all the time, but will mirror it back to you threefold.

Andy Hawke (unique, funny, a bit prescient) - Wendy, the disappointed mom. As if Leandra wasn't enough, Wendy is the epitome of that "I just want you to know, you have disappointed all three of us" meme but it's a dog standing between the twins and everyone is giving Andy the same disapproving expression. It doesn't even slow them down, of course, because Andy doesn't have a lot of the losses that my other Hawkes have to cope with.

The inquisitors unfortunately do not get dogs, because a good hound would out Solas in seconds, but some of them have favorite mounts. Those get their own post tho.

[ravensvirginity]

I'm sorry, this analysis is really disingenuous and unfair to Raven.

Yes, Raven put a love spell on Wally to get him to join the team. You left out the context that she was reforming a team she has never been on because she was desperate to stop Trigon from destroying Earth. Her plan literally could not have worked without Wally, and she was terrified with no other good options.

Wally did not "break down crying" when he found out about the love spell. He was angry, yes, but the panels you showed are over 30 issues after he found out.

This is the actual scene where Wally found out about the spell, in issue 4 of NTT vol 1. INCREDIBLY early on in the series.

Wally was initially angry, yes. But he ended up rather quickly pushing the anger aside and going back to trying to pursue Raven, who, very notably, was never interested in Wally.

More important context you left out - NTT Raven is terrified of sex and intimacy. She believes she can never love someone because it would cause Trigon to take control of her. Even much later on in the series when she does feel as if she can love someone after Trigon was killed, she's still terrified of sex. There's a whole storyline about her being too scared to sleep with her boyfriend who she believes she loves (he ends up being evil but Raven isn't aware of that until much later).

Raven repeatedly told Wally to leave her alone. Yes, she was responsible for the initial feelings of love, but Wally not being able to take no for an answer was all on him, not anything Raven did. She warned him that they could never work, and he still didn't give up.

This all culminated in an attack by Phobia, a villain who can make people see their worst fears. Phobia made Raven believe that Wally was Trigon, and she attacked him, thinking she was defending herself.

(both pages from NTT vol 1 #29)

It was only after this attack that Wally actually started feeling real animosity towards Raven. As you can see in the last panel, Fran says that she doesn't think it was Raven's fault, which is a sentiment echoed by every other character. No one blames Raven for what happened, as it was clearly an accident.

After this, Wally begins to hate Raven, which is where the panel of him breaking down crying comes from. This all leads to him finally quitting the team for good. However, he does get brought back for the Terror of Trigon, which is where the nightmare vision comes from.

"Wally's worst nightmare is being possessed by Raven and forced to have sex with her" maybe if you only show the first scene you could interpret it like that, but that's not the end of Wally's nightmare.

(NTT vol 2 #4)

Notably, it's Raven who looks distressed here. Trigon!Wally is aggressive and has full control of his powers, which is the main focus of the nightmare. Raven ultimately has very little to do with it, getting literally thrown to the side while the two Wallys fight.

(NTT vol 2 #4)

After this, Wally finally, truly quits the team for good. Raven does not try to pursue him at all after he leaves. Raven never tried to have any kind of romantic relationship with Wally, much less have sex with him. The only wrong thing she did was the initial love spell, which she did out of desperation.

As for why Raven didn't lift the love spell - I don't think she can. It's never really explained exactly how the spell works, and anything speculating about it gets into the realm of headcanons, but Raven clearly doesn't want Wally to keep pursuing her. In my opinion, she would've lifted the spell if she could.

When does Raven's presence make Wally forget his wife's name? I'm genuinely asking, I haven't read many Wally appearances after NTT. I'm not doubting the panel's existence, I'd like to see it because I love seeing Raven wherever she pops up.

Finally, "it's not the first time Raven's done something like that" yes it is. It's the first time Raven put a love spell on anyone because she literally did it within the first issue of her character ever being introduced. Raven did later put a love spell on Dick, but it was a complete accident while she was still getting used to being more powerful after Trigon was defeated. Again, no one blamed her for it, not Dick and not Kory. They made up and in the end Raven and Kory were closer for it.

Was the choice to make Raven put Wally under a love spell probably at least partially motivated by writers not acknowledging sexual violence against men as a real thing? Yes. Was there any actual sexual violence between Raven and Wally? No.

Wait raven assaulted Wally?? Was she like, evil then? Why would she do that

Yeah, Raven put a love spell on Wally in the NTT comics. She wasn't 'evil' per say, more like the writers at the time didn't really know how to handle female characters and definitely didn't acknowledge sexual violence against male characters.

That's the meta reason at least. The in context reason is that Wally quit the Teen Titans to go off to university and Raven wanted him to stay on the team. So she put a spell on him that'd make him madly in love with her and always want to be beside her.

I did a few other in-depth posts about this that go into further details.

The bare bones of it is that Wally's worst nightmare at that time was being possessed by Raven and forced to have sex with her. I'm not joking, Wally's literal hell is depicted as that.

When Wally found out about the spell he broke down crying. Soon after he quit the Titans. He was forced to love Raven against his will, he gave up his entire life for her, he left university for her. He hated her but he still loved her. And that's what he left it at.

Do you understand how insane that is? He knows that he hates her. He viscerally hates her for what she did to him and yet he still loves her because she never actually lifted the spell.

It drives me insane because it's still active to this day. If Wally is in the same room as Raven he legitimately forgets his own wife's name in front of his children. It's really gross.

Anyway, Wally has a 'player' reputation from this because he 'relentlessly pursued' Raven but if people actually read the series they'd know it was established from the get go that he was under the influence of a spell. It really fucked Wally up too. The whole thing (rightly) traumatized him and he had a whole bunch of relationship issues after that. (poor dude was traumatized and thought he was unlovable)

Anyway. It sucks.

It's also not the first time Raven's done that to someone

[zoeykallus]

Crosshair – My Beloved Enemy 25 – Good Soldiers Follow Orders

Crosshair x Female!Reader (FF)

Warnings: Angst/ Tension/ Hurt /Hostage Situation

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Author's comment: I'm aware of that little shiver this chapter's title is probably tingling down your spine.

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What Happened Before:

Part 1 - Crash Landing

Part 2 - Hot And Cold

Part 3 - Hello Kitten

Part 4 - Look Who’s Back

Part 5 - Rebel Darling

Part 6 - Burning Anger

Part 7 - Love And Pain

Part 8 - A Difficult Reunion

Part 9 - The Bitter Taste Of Blood And Failure

Part 10 - Where The Dead Ships Dwell

Part 11 - A Lonely Firefly In Space

Part 12 - Broken Wings

Part 13 - A Helping Hand

Part 14 - The Justifier

Part 15 - The Bounty

Part 16 - Trapped

Part 17 - I Love You Too

Part 18 - When The Past Catches Up With Us

Part 19 - I’ve Never Been Good At Goodbyes

Part 20 - Unexpected

Part 21 - The Question

Part 22 - Sleepless Nights

Part 23 - Sleepyheads And Making Up

Part 24 - Crosshair’s Conclusion

Part 25 - Good Soldiers Follow Orders

Drifting in and out of consciousness, Crosshair was only fragmentarily aware of what was happening around him. But he recognized a few distinct things, Imperial uniforms. He couldn't speak, couldn't move, was barely conscious long enough to form a clear thought.

He heard voices muffled, close by, but couldn't understand waht they were saying.

One person he recognized, an Imperial doctor and scientist. He had been working with the remaining Regs, checking the chips and weeding out "non-functioning" clones. He didn't remember the name, though, only vaguely the face he suddenly saw above him.

Crosshair had no idea what was happening to him, but it couldn't be good, the Empire had found him. He could barely hold any of his thoughts, but for the first time in his life, he felt a real fear of dying, and it was a strange all-consuming feeling that ate through his body, aching in his tense muscles and in what seemed to be his tightening chest.

Crosshair was thinking of you, of his brothers, wondering if they had found you as well, when he felt a sting. Another injection. His senses fading, the last thing he saw was the doctor's face looking down at him.

Five hours had already passed and Crosshair was still not back. You were worried to say the least. You felt in your bones that something was up, it tingled under your skin and made your heart race.

"What's taking him so long? Something's wrong!" you said worriedly, pacing back and forth in the Marauder's cockpiot.

Wrecker looked distressed, feeling guilty for asking Crosshair to run this errand from which he had not returned until now. It wasn't his fault of course, but still, he couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that settled deep inside him.

"Yes, that's obvious, but the question is what exactly is going on? When Hunter and I checked," Echo said, "he was nowhere to be found, and the arms dealer he went to see says he wasn't there today."

Doubting, you looked at Echo "And you believe him?"

Echo shrugged, but then nodded, "He's an illegal arms dealer, but we've known him for a while, he's not a liar."

You were looking from face to face, seeing the worry in their faces didn't help you to calm down of course.

Tech interposed, "That means he must have been intercepted on the way there"

"Who got intercepted?"

All eyes turned to the cockpit door where Crosshair stood.

"Did I miss something?" he asked as if he couldn't hold his breath

"Where the hell have you been?" you asked him sharply "We've been incredibly worried, you've been gone much longer than you said and the arms dealer you went to see says you've never been there."

He raised his eyebrows, stuck a toothpick in his mouth and said "My goodness, I was only gone a few hours, don't get your panties in a twist. I was with another dealer."

He tossed Wrecker a piece that the clone caught with his huge hands.

"Here. You're welcome," he grumbled.

You looked at Tech and then at Hunter, you could see that you weren't the only one who thought something was fishy here.

As Crosshair turned and climbed into your shuttle, you followed him. You grabbed his arm and held him back.

"Cross...what's going on? Something's wrong here."

He wrenched himself out of your grip and shrugged.

"It took me longer than I thought, that's all, don't make such a drama out of it".

He rubbed his temple with the heel of his hand as if he had a headache.

"Where did that scar come from all of a sudden?" you asked, pointing right at the spot he had just rubbed.

"I don't know, hit my head".

This all felt so weird, so wrong, and Crosshair was so strangely dismissive, that didn't fit at all with the rest of the day.

"I was waiting for you, we were going to celebrate our engagement a bit, the two of us, alone" you said softly.

He gently reached for the hand you were wearing the ring on, but his smile turned into a slightly pained face as he grabbed his head again.

"You must have hit your head pretty hard," you said gently stroking his cheek.

"I think so," he returned, sounding strangely tired "I'm sorry, I didn't want you to worry. I feel... kind of broken and tired, maybe I really hit my head harder than I thought."

"Maybe Tech should take a look at it," you suggested.

"No, it's not that bad" he waved it off and pulled you with him into your bedroom "Where were we? Oh yeah, we were going to celebrate"

When he kissed you, intimately and desiringly, your mind went blank for the moment.

All night long, you just couldn't shake this feeling that something was up. Crosshair had pampered you intimately, by every trick in the book, but still, as soon as he fell asleep next to you later that night, the worry came back. Something deep inside you that you couldn't grasp, sensed something ominous heading your way.

Sometime after watching him sleep for hours, you fell asleep yourself, you were just too tired, your eyes fell shut and you drifted off to sleep. When you woke up, you couldn't even remember how you fell asleep. But at the moment, something else was bothering you. Something had woken you up, a feeling, a sound, a jolt that had gone through the ship. Still half asleep, you groped in the dark for Crosshair, but could not find him.

Mumbling a soft curse, you felt for the bedside lamp and turned it on. Your eyes fell on the empty side of the bed. Why had you sensed movement? You were on the ground, The boys wouldn't fly off without informing you while you were asleep. Where was Crosshair again?

You flipped back the covers and swung your legs out of bed. Hastily you slipped into a pair of pants, a shirt and your boots. You decided to go into the cockpit of the Firefly first to see where the trip was going and what exactly was going on.

When you got there, Crosshair was sitting in the pilot's chair, in the viewport of the cockpit you saw the shimmering lights of hyperspace and right next to Crosshair, a blaster was lying on the console. You felt a nervous tingle under your skin. Yes something was definitely wrong here.

On silent soles you were about to sneak backwards out of the cockpit again when you heard him say.

"Don't move!" it was rough, harsh, but not loud, yet you stopped in shock, as if he had frozen you with his words.

He grabbed the blaster, turned around in the chair and aimed it at you.

"Crosshair what-"

"You have joined forces with traitors to the Empire and will be punished for it. For now, I still need you, as leverage just in case"

"What the hell are you doing Crosshair?" you asked softly.

"Following Orders."

You heard something thumping on the underside of the hatch that sounded like the guys were trying to get up there. Obviously, by now they had also realized that they were in hyperspace.

"Don't even think about opening the hatch," Crosshair growled.

You stood there staring at the man who had asked you to marry him a few hours ago and was now threatening you with a blaster. None of this made any sense. You couldn't and wouldn't believe that Crosshair had been pretending all along to ultimately trap all of you. It didn't make sense anyway, he would have had much easier opportunities to do that several times before.

You also didn't believe he had faked anything to you, he wasn't the type to do that, you just couldn't imagine it.

"Why are you doing this? Crosshair, we've been engaged since yesterday, you were going to marry me, remember?"

He blinked and for a split second, you thought you got through to him but all he said was, "Good soldiers, follow orders."

The pounding against the hatch grew louder, obviously Wrecker was getting to work. You flinched in fright as Crosshair jumped up, came at you, grabbed your arm and dragged you to him at the console. He put an arm around you like a vise and pressed the barrel of the gun to your temple.

This was serious, you realized abruptly, it was real and it was serious, Crosshair was ready to use you as a shield, to kill you if he had to. Memories popped into your head, of how just a few hours ago his head was between your thighs, how he had loved you dearly shortly after and you were no longer sure what of all that had happened in the last 24 hours actually made sense.

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[writeyouin]

How about TFA Optimus going down to their sunken ship and finding a highly territorial mermaid has claimed it now?

Optimus Prime X Reader - Mer

A/N – So, I am going to keep this blog, because this is one of the few things that consistently makes me happy. Thank you all for being so supportive, I am literally overwhelmed by the amount of support I have received today. You are all so nice, and I can only hope that this blog grows with more readers for me to please.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Optimus wasn’t really sure what he was doing at the bottom of Lake Erie, only that he was looking for an escape. Ever since coming to Earth, he was surrounded by humans, most of whom thought him some incredible hero, praising him in a manner that he was sure he didn’t deserve; if those humans knew about the mistakes of his past, they wouldn’t praise him so highly.

Between his new-found fans, the numerous life-forms he now had to protect, and the Autobots who he was supposed to lead, Optimus just needed a few minutes alone to think. That was how he had ended up at the bottom of the lake, claiming that he was checking the status of the ship, once their ally Omega Supreme.

Optimus could see the ship in the distance now, and instantly he felt himself relax. While he truly was fascinated with Earth and its peoples, sometimes he needed a piece of home to soothe his troubled processor. It didn’t matter to him that travelling to the ship meant walking under water, which was a strange substance to him; frankly, he was just glad that Cybertronian metal didn’t rust like so many Earth metals. All Optimus cared about was reaching that ship.

He was almost there, pushing against the weight of the water when a flash of movement caught his eye. He tried to see what it was, but it was gone in an instant. It was probably just another one of those slippery things he often saw under here. What had Sari called them again? Fish, he remembered the name, satisfied to have answered his own question.

He turned his attention back to the ship, immediately perturbed when he saw a human underwater, watching him. He squeezed his optics shut, sure it was his imagination for he knew that humans couldn’t breathe under water, but when he opened them, you were still there, glaring at him with fully black eyes, the likes of which he had never seen before.

Optimus tried to shout that he would get you out of the lake safely, but the surrounding water cut off any sound he tried to make. With all his might, he made his way towards you. Before he could close the distance however, you swam up to him, and Optimus saw that you weren’t a human at all.

Humans did not have gills on their necks, or webbed hands, and they certainly didn’t have scaly tails. Optimus knew what you were, having seen your kind on one of Sari’s movies, but the red-headed Mer in that film looked a great deal friendlier than you did, and that one didn’t carry a stone spear like you did.

While you pointed your spear at Optimus, he was thinking about what to do. Sari had assured him that Merfolk were fictitious creatures, but she was clearly wrong about that. Optimus stared at the pointed tip of your spear, wondering how he could communicate that he didn’t wish to fight you. Although he knew that you wouldn’t be able to hurt him, he did not wish to cause you any further distress. This was your home planet, not his, and if he had offended you in some way, then it was up to him to fix it. Clearly, he couldn’t speak, so he would have to find another way to communicate.

He held out his hands in a sign of peace, and waited for you to lower your spear. When you didn’t, he tried waving, which only seemed to agitate you further, and then giving you a hopeful thumbs up, which only served to puzzle you.

Eventually, though it saddened him to admit defeat, Optimus decided that the only way to appease you was to move on and leave you alone. After all, you weren’t outright attacking him, nor were you really in his way. He waved a mournful goodbye, even though you clearly had no idea what the motion meant. Then, turning slowly away, Optimus gave you a wide berth before trying to advance to the ship.

However, the second that he tried to get closer to his destination, you had swum back up to him, baring your teeth and brandishing your weapon again. Optimus looked surprised but he didn’t take offence, going back the way he had come to try and advance again. You stopped him again, and again, constantly getting in his way.

It seemed that whenever Optimus moved to the side, or backwards, you didn’t care, but whenever he tried to move towards the ship, you were there with your spear.

‘Okay,’ Optimus thought. There had to be a way to solve this, where all else failed, diplomacy could always succeed.

He couldn’t just leave, for there might come a day when he needed to get to the ship, and in that instance, he didn’t want to hurt you. Unable to speak, or advance, Optimus lowered himself to the sea floor, sitting down.

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you watched him, and in a moment of hesitation you lowered your spear slightly.

Optimus smiled, thinking it progress, even if you were still armed. He thought about all the hours Prowl had practiced patience inside the base, and was certain he could do the same, if only to study you. He had set his optics to record you upon seeing you up close the first time, and he wondered whether his footage could help Professor Sumdac’s research in some manner.

It took a long time, but eventually, you lightly grazed Optimus with the tip of your spear, prodding him. When he didn’t react, you dropped the weapon, knowing you could retrieve it in the blink of an eye if you wanted to.

You swam circles around Optimus, examining him from every angle. Once or twice Optimus moved subconsciously, but he quickly learned not to, as it only seemed to put you on edge. He longed to touch you, the way you occasionally let your hands glide over him, but he knew to do so would only offend you again.

Finally, you put your hands to your lips, blowing a kiss his way. However, as you blew the kiss, a bubble formed around Optimus’ head. It grew large enough for you to fit your head and torso inside as well.

“You speak?” You asked, your language perfect after hearing so many of the Earth-dwellers conversations.

“Yes!” Optimus answered a bit too eagerly, then he tried to play it cooler, “I mean, yeah, I speak.”

“Why are you here?” You demanded.

“Uh, that’s… That’s my ship.”

“It is not yours. That cave is my home.”

“Right, cave… Well, before you lived there, I did.”

Your fingers twitched irritably, “You did not protect it. It is not yours anymore. It is mine.”

“Yeah, so you said,” Optimus joked, trying to lighten the mood. When that didn’t work, he tried to make amends, “Look, how about we share it for now instead?”

“I do not share.”

“Okay. Then what do you propose?”

“Leave now, giant.”

Optimus sighed; this was getting him nowhere. “Hey I didn’t mean to upset you. Can we start over? I’m Optimus, what’s your name?”

You frowned at the creature, finding him quite unlike you expected when you saw the giant invading your home. He was calm, and well spoken, unwilling to offend you. In the past, you had watched surface dwellers, and he was nothing like them. You were starting to wonder whether there were more like this strange creature and where he had come from.

You had never had an Earth-dwellers name before, but you knew that Optimus would find it odd that Mer didn’t have names, and for some reason you found that you wanted to please him. You chose a name you had heard before and liked somewhat, “(Y/N).”

“(Y/N),” Optimus repeated excitedly, “That’s a nice name. So (Y/N), what is it you usually do around here?”

Just like all surface dwellers, you found that this one was eager to waste his time and energy on conversation, unlike your kind who communicated through actions alone, thinking conversation a pointless waste of time. All the same, you obliged Optimus, spending some time with him to learn what you could of his kind.

You swam restlessly around your ship-cave, awaiting Optimus’ arrival. The first time he left, you thought it would be for good, but now that he knew you could talk, he repeatedly came back, telling you of a surface-dweller called Sari, and his family, the Autobot clan, as well as some of his other adventures. Optimus was a leader, with the weight of the lake on his shoulders, and you found yourself eager to listen to him, if only to help alleviate some of his concerns.

In turn, you told him about your kind; he asked questions about your lifestyle, culture and physiology. He was particularly fascinated by your tail, and its constantly changing colour; quite frankly you found it odd that he didn’t change colour, but that was the way of things. The simple matter of it was that your scales matched whatever was in your diet. Most water plants turned it green, but recently Optimus had been bringing you surface food; you particularly liked those pink marshmallows which your scales now matched.

Finally, you spotted your Autobot friend, and your agitation quickly vanished. Hastily, you abandoned your post to meet him, swimming wild circles around him as Mer did with their closest friends.

You blew a bubble around the two of you, unable to wait for more of the conversation that he brought you.

“Where were you? Was there a battle? Was Megatron there? Did you see Bumblebee today? What did Sari send me?”

“Hey,” Optimus laughed, just as happy to see you, if not more so, his fascination for organic life causing him to fall for you. “I’m doing great, thanks for asking.”

Your gills flared irritably, “Yes, yes, the usual pleasantries. You are well, I am well, the weather up there is nice. Now follow me, I want to show you something.”

You swam away, bursting the bubble. Optimus followed you obligingly, though the bot was much slower, having not been created for water like you. Impatiently, you kept swimming back to him, then towards your destination, until finally Optimus reached a cavern he had never seen before. At the very back of the cavern was a shoreline, allowing him back onto the surface where a pebble-filled landscape awaited him.

Optimus wondered whether he ought to tell Prowl about such a place as he stared at the stalactites above him, dripping water onto his helm. He decided not to, wishing to keep this one place a secret between you and him.

“This place is beautiful,” Optimus beamed when you surfaced, using your forearms to lean on the shore.

“It’s my new home,” You told him. “You can have your old home back.”

“Really? You mean it?”

You nodded, making an unspoken promise that you would still protect the ship for the often-absent bot; with his responsibilities as a chief on the surface, it was no wonder he had no time to protect his ship-cave.

“Thank you, this means so much to me,” Optimus said humbly.

“Will you still visit?” You asked, longing to keep the Autobot as your friend.

“Yes, as much as I can.”

“Good,” You smiled contentedly, happy that he wouldn’t leave after getting what he wanted from you. “Then I have one more gift for you.”

“You do?” Optimus asked, somewhat concerned that you might feel the need to offer him gifts to buy his friendship.

“Wait here,” You said, diving into the water, grabbing the smallest of pebbles from the floor. You returned cupping it your webbed hands. “Here,” You whispered reverently.

Optimus squinted to see what you were holding, to no avail. Not wishing to offend you, he got down onto his hands and knees, coming as close to you as he could. When his face was level with yours, you dropped the pebble which had merely been a ruse, and kissed him, only managing to reach his chin.

Optimus’ face-plates overheated, turning them an uncomfortable shade of red. Though he had longed to kiss you more than once, he had thought himself silly, sure that you didn’t feel the same way. Now that the moment had finally arrived all he could think of was Ratchet, and how much the old bot was not going to approve of this new-found relationship.

[translations-by-aiimee]

The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chapter 27

Original Title:  二哈和他的白猫师尊

Genres: Drama, Romance, Tragedy, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 27 - This Venerable One Will Cook You A Bowl of Noodles

Chu Wanning felt completely faint.

He blamed himself for being so distracted and unsuspecting on Life-Death Peak. He didn't even notice someone come over.

What was going on? Where did this child come from? His last name was Mo, but Mo. . . what was is again. . . ? Mo Shao? Mo Zhu? Mo. . . Yu?

He composed himself and put on an expression that screamed: "get away". The surprise and panic in his phoenix eyes were quickly masked by his usual harsh and threatening demeanour.

"You—"

He raised his hand out of habit to discipline him, but something suddenly caught his wrist.

Chu Wanning was stunned.

He had been around for a while yet no one had ever dared grab his wrist so casually. For a while, he was frozen in place, not knowing what he should do.

Pull it away and give him a backhanded slap?

. . . It felt like a good word to describe that would be "indecent," like he was no different from a woman in this situation.

Then pull his hand away and not slap him?

. . . Wouldn't that seem like he was being too nice?

Chu Wanning hesitated for a long time and didn't move but the young man laughed: "What's this on your hand? It's pretty good-looking, do you teach how to make stuff like this? Everyone else has introduced themselves already but you haven't spoken yet. Which elder are you? Hey, do you have a headache?"

With so many questions thrown at him, while Chu Wanning's mind hadn't hurt before, now it did.

His mind felt like it was about to split in half. . .

As he got irritated, a golden light in his hand started to glow. When they saw that Tianwen was about to be summoned, the other elders were horrified and moved - Chu Wanning was crazy, right? He would even dare to whip Young Master Mo?

Then, Mo Ran was suddenly holding his hand.

Now Mo Ran had trapped both of his hands. Mo Ran didn't up on the danger of his situation. He pulled him closer and stood in front of him. He tilted his head and said with a smile: "My name is Mo Ran. I don't know anyone here, but just from looking at you, I like you the most. How about I worship you as my shizun, okay?"

This was completely unexpected. The people around them were even more horrified. Several elders gaped with mouths ajar.

Elder Xuanji: "Huh?"

Elder Pojun: "What!"

Elder Qisha: "Oh?"

Elder Jielu: "Uh. . ."

Elder Tanlang: "Hah, ridiculous."

Elder Lucun was the most feminine of the bunch with wavy hair and eyes flooded with peach blossoms: "Ah, this little boy is so bold. He's truly a courageous young man. He might even be so bold as to touch Elder Yuheng's ass."

". . . I beg you, can you not say something so repulsive?" Qisha said with disgust.

Lucun rolled his eyes gracefully and hummed: "Fine, let me put it more eloquently. He's truly a courageous young man. He might even be so bold as to touch Elder Yuheng's buttocks."

Qisha: ". . ." Just kill him and forget this ever happened.

The most popular of all the elders was the gentle and jade-like elder Xuanji. His techniques were easy to learn, and he was a modest gentleman. Most of the disciples on Life-Death Peak worshipped underneath him.

Chu Wanning originally thought that this Mo Ran would've been just like all the others. If not Elder Xuanji, then it should be the energetic Elder Pojun. It never should have been his turn

But Mo Ran was standing so close to him. His face showed a kind of intimacy and affection that was unfamiliar to him. He was like some clown that was just chosen. It was all so distressing for no reason.

Chu Wanning only knew how to deal with "awe", "fear" and "disgust". Something like "affection" was too complicated.

He didn't even have to think about it. He immediately rejected Mo Ran.

The young man froze. Hidden under his slender eyelashes, there was a sense of loneliness and unwillingness in his eyes. He lowered his head, thought for a second, and unreasonably muttered: "Anyways, I still choose you."

Chu Wanning: ". . ."

The Lord was watching with great interest. He piped in with a smile:, "A-Ran, do you know who he is?"

"He didn't tell me, how would I?"

"Haha, since you don't know who he is, why would you pick him?"

Mo Ran was still tugging on Chu Wanning's hands. He turned his head, smiling and said to the Lord: "Because he looks the most gentle and easiest to talk to."

In the darkness, Chu Wanning's eyes snapped open, everything appearing fuzzy.

. . . That was one hell of a scene to see.

He didn't know what the hell was wrong with Mo Ran's eyes back then to actually think that he was gentle. Not to mention that all of Life-Death Peak heard about it. They all sent affectionate greetings to Young Master Mo Ran with looks that said "look at this foolish kid".

Chu Wanning lifted his hand to the corner of his faintly throbbing forehead.

His shoulder hurt, his mind was in turmoil, his stomach was hungry, and his head was spinning.

It seemed like he wasn't going to sleep anytime soon.

He fumed on the bed for a while. He sat up and was about to light a stick of incense to calm his mind when suddenly there was another knock on the door.

Mo Ran was outside.

Chu Wanning: ". . ."

He didn't answer. He didn't say whether to stay or leave.

But this time, the door opened by itself.

Chu Wanning looked up gloomily. The lit match in his hand hovered in mid-air but never reached the stick of incense. After a while, it went out.

Chu Wanning said: "Get out."

Mo Ran strolled in.

He was holding a steaming bowl of noodles, fresh from the pot.

This time it was a bit simpler. The noodles weren't as fancy. The rich white noodle soup was garnished with chopped green onion and white sesame seeds, small spare ribs, bok choy, and a slightly browned poached egg.

Chu Wanning was incredibly hungry but he didn't let it show on his face. He glanced at the noodles, then at Mo Ran. He turned his face away and didn't say anything.

Mo Ran put the noodles on the table, and gently said: "I asked the inn's chef to make another bowl."

Chu Wanning lowered his eyes.

Sure enough, Mo Ran didn't make this dish himself.

"Eat some." Mo Ran said. "This bowl isn't spicy, has no beef, and no bean sprouts."

After speaking, he left and closed the door for Chu Wanning on his way out.

He apologized for Chu Wanning's injury.

But he could only do so much.

In the room, Chu Wanning leaned against the window, not knowing what to think. He crossed his arms and stared at the bowl of spare rib noodles from a distance until the heat of the noodles dissipated and they grew cold.

He finally walked over and sat down. He picked up the chopsticks, stirred up the cold and soggy noodles, and slowly ate them.

The case of the Chen family's haunting had been closed.

The next day, they picked up the black horses they had boarded from inside the stables and returned to the sect the same way they had arrived.

In the streets and alleys, tea stalls and rice shops, the people of Caidie Town were all talking about the Chen family's affairs.

The not-so-small town had broken out in scandal, one large enough for the townspeople to talk about it for a whole year.

"I didn't expect that Young Master Chen had been secretly married to Miss Luo for so long. Miss Luo is so pitiful."

"If you ask me, if the Chen family hadn't gotten rich, they wouldn't be able to survive this affair. Sure enough, men can't handle their money. Once they have money, only misfortune will await them."

One man was unhappy and said: "This wasn't Young Master Chen's fault. It's his parents' fault. Mr. Chen, that son of a bitch. His children and grandchildren should only give birth to children without assholes in the future."

Another said: "The dead are pitiful but what about the living? Look at Chen Yao, Yao Qianjin. She's the one who's truly been wronged. That black-hearted mother of the Chen family deceived her. Tell me, what should she do now?"

"Just get remarried."

The man rolled his eyes and sneered: "Remarried? Are you here to get married?"

The mud-coated man who was teased bared his teeth and picked at them, grinning: "If that woman at home agrees, I'd marry her. Ms. Yao looks so beautiful, I don't mind her being a widow."

"Bah, the toad wants to eat swan meat*."

(T/N: 癩蛤蟆想吃天鵝肉 - means having unrealistic wishes or expectations)

Mo Ran sat on the back of the horse, ears perked up, listening to all the conversations in high spirits. If it weren't for Chu Wanning's closed eyes, frown, and the words "extremely noisy" essentially spelled out on his forehead, Mo Ran might have wanted to go join the villagers.

They walked together and finally left the main city, arriving at the outskirts.

Shi Mei suddenly gasped and pointed to the distance: "Shizun, look over there."

In front of the ruined Master of Ceremonies Ghost's earthen temple, there was a large group of peasants in brown clothes and shorts. They were busy moving the bricks and stones. It seemed that they were planning to repair the damaged earthen temple and remould the golden body of the Master of Ceremonies Ghost.

Shi Mei said anxiously: "Shizun, the old Master of Ceremonies Ghost is gone but they've made a new one. Will this be cultivated into an immortal body again and do evil?"

Chu Wanning: "I don't know."

"Should we go and persuade them not to?"

Chu Wanning: "The custom of ghost marriages in Caidie Town has been around for several generations. How would you or I be able to persuade them in just a few words? Let's go."

As he spoke, dust flew up from the horse's hoof and he walked away.

It was already dusk when they returned to Life-Death Peak.

Chu Wanning said to the two disciples in front of the mountain gate: "You go to Danxin Hall and explain what happened. I'll go to the Court of Discipline."

Mo Ran looked puzzled: "Why would you go to the Court of Discipline?"

Shi Mei, on the other hand, looked worried: ". . ."

Chu Wanning nonchalantly said: "To receive my punishment."

Although it's said that an emperor commits the same crime as the common people, what emperor would actually have to go to jail for killing someone? The same goes for the cultivation world.

The elders who break the sect rules are as equally guilty as the disciples - in most sects, it's just empty talk.

In fact, if an elder breaks a rule, it was good enough just to write an apology letter. What fool would actually go to be punished with a willow vine or dozens of sticks?

So, after listening to Chu Wanning's explanation, Elder Jielu's complexion turned green.

"No, Elder Yuheng, did you really. . . did you really beat your client?"

Chu Wanning was indifferent: "Yes."

"You're so. . ."

Chu Wanning raised his stare and gave him a sullen look. Elder Jielu shut up.

"According to the law, for breaking this rule, the punishment is two hundred cane strikes, kneeling in Wushan Temple for seven days, and being forbidden from leaving the grounds for three months." Chu Wanning said. "I have no defence, and I voluntarily accept the punishment."

Elder Jielu: ". . ."

He looked around and hooked his fingers, and the door to the Court of Discipline closed with a clang. The surroundings fell silent, and it was only the two of them that stood opposite each other.

Chu Wanning: "What's the meaning of this?"

"Well, Elder Yuheng, it’s not that you don't understand the rules and their consequences, it's just that it shouldn't be something that you should be overly concerned with. This matter is finished. Let's forget it. If I beat you, won't the Lord be angry with me when he finds out?"

Chu Wanning didn't bother to talk such nonsense with him and simply said: "I hold people accountable according to the law, and I should also be held accountable myself according to the law."

Kneeling down in front of the hall, facing the plaque of sect rules, he said:

"Punish me."

[douxie-casperan]

Rise of the Titans and the assassination Hisirdoux Casperan’s character development

I’ve been ranting so much since Wednesday morning that I finally condensed by thoughts of WHY this one subject keeps setting me off namely the utterly diabolical way they handled Douxie and Archie’s relationship in Rise of the Titans and how it wasn’t just enough to hit him with the nerf bat.

Please note I’m at the point where I literally cannot tell the difference between Aaron headcanons, Teny headcanons and my own they are all mixed together in the blender that does funky things. I also apologise for typo/weird wording it’s half 1 in the morning and I’d rather sleep than edit.

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If asked to sum up Hisirdoux Casperan there are certainly several things that come to mind:

Sees the value in people as a whole and will find do anything if there is a chance of help someone out

Prefers tactics that disable/banish rather than kill an enemy yet willing and able to pull the trigger if circumstances become forced

While not academically inclined he is very capable of thinking on his feet and outside the box calling back to his time on the streets where a split-second decision making is the difference between being caught and not

Terrible at planning he’ll be in there figuring it out as he goes along which is what makes the previous point so vital to literally how he goes through life

A natural charmer that would let him talk his way out of trouble 9/10 providing a perfect cover for his distrustful nature and reluctance to be touched by random people

Very down to earth, humble and never one to brag unless outright sassing someone

Will bang out some hot tunes at the drop of a hat, his love of music has never wavered once since he caught the bug despite instrument hopping ironically becoming a jack of all trades much like his magic style

The earliest memories he can recall are him as a young boy lost in the woods where he was for an unknown amount of time before his soon to be familiar finds him amongst the roots covered in dirt and drying tears, there is nothing before that. Unbeknownst to him is the colour of his magic matches the blue of a lost mother’s eyes and the song that haunts his nightmares as much as fire could well be hers though there is no way to be sure. From that moment on Archibald, shortened to Archie, would become his entire world and their friendship only becoming closer during the years they prowled Camelot together trying to keep themselves in one piece until the fateful day Douxie tricks the wrong person leading him straight into the path of the famous wizard Merlin Ambrosius.

It's no real secret that Merlin is a very closed off person who keeps his emotions as well guarded as his secrets, prefers the style of negative reinforcement over positive encouragement and is a very strict perfectionist in his. At this point in his life he can be very easily described as a disaster that is genuinely doing his best with every little mistake held of his head and his future self when brought back to that time period is belittled by Lancelot (Errand boy) and Arthur (Boy) too meaning it’s hardly a wonder his confidence was very fragile revelling in the times where he could do things without being told off for it. With Morgana largely ignoring him too (Though personally I like to think as he got older she’d occasionally take an interest until the blistering arguments with their master started to talk over daily life) a certain disguised dragon would have remained a lifeline and give that physical affection he craved much like being told he’d done well never seemed able to earn.

With Killahead he’d lose that home and family he made leaving just the two of them behind struggling to figure out their place in the world that had abandoned them.

There wouldn’t have been the words for it back then but the way he had been treated prior was outright abusive instilling very bad habits into Douxie yet by irony he was always willing to give people the benefit of the doubt and help those in trouble without thinking earning a reputation as the Shepard of Fire. He refused to become like him seeking to be better, perhaps not as a wizard (Even though he was learning new charms and spells along the way) but certainly as a person. Despite everything he suffers through or witnesses in the intervening years, the loss of friends and kindling of far newer ones he never loses his good heart 

That said is it any wonder that after rightfully sassing Merlin for resurfacing, ignoring his existence despite being in the same town and only visiting him to run a finding errand that all the confidence he’d managed to build completely from scratch after Camelot wavered causing him to fall back solely into trying impressing his old Master who was acting like his humble apprentice must have coasted the past few centuries who himself fell back into old habits of belittling? It’s only when Merlin started to truly listen and acknowledge that this was not the same Moppet he once knew after Excalibur was fixed that their relationship finally started to become more like equals. After the defeat of Janus the changeling that broke into the castle he touched Douxie’s shoulder with a genuine smile and for a second he simply didn’t know what to do because the old man never did this before his brain kicked into gear and realised he’d finally earned that one thing he’d been so desperate for his entire life: That in Merlin’s eyes he could be more than a failure who only caused problems for the closest thing to a father figure he’d ever had, never solved them.

A staff will be earned, history would be set back on trap by banishing Morgana tag teaming with Archie because they know one another inside and out, as promised he’d get the kids back to the present but soon after things would go badly wrong. They’d lose Jim and because of his very nature he’d make a gamble to try and get him back because that life is worth trying for just for in a moment of surprising selflessness Merlin would be sacrificed to save him. The only constant in his life apart from Archie would apologise, openly express pride and how the greatest thing he’d ever done was saving this orphan, call him son for the first and final time before turning into ash in his arms. There would be no time to grieve for things will barrel into the crescendo of Douxie sacrificing his own life to buy everyone time to escape because if they did that everything he’d ever done would be worth it with one last whispered goodbye.

(Zoe sees him fall, so does Archie – His heart would break if he was conscious just like theirs does when his body crumples into the ground)

On the very fringes of the Light Realm he is gifted one more conversation with Merlin in a truly heart-breaking sequence (THANKS TENY) where they can just talk without any fear of consequence or politics and just be completely honest. Douxie is allowed to stand equal to Merlin, to have the hug he’d needed since he was a child and be allowed to simply let go of every pretense and cry his heart out because this can never happen again. He’s allowed to say goodbye to both his master and Morgana who had both shaped so very much of his life but like the painting he’d always remained firmly in the long shadows of until that moment.

When Hisirdoux Casperan finally leaves Wizards if we just accidently deliberately put the shawarma back in along with checking in with Zoe before departure, it is with having learned to live during his wandering years but this is the point of true freedom because he can finally escape into his own light with Archie by his side to keep Nari out of the hands of those that would see the world harmed. It won’t be easy but it feels possible somehow even with the knowledge everything is simply running on borrowed time.

Then Rise of the Titans happens.

At first everything is genuinely fine! No more running, they engineer a solution shut the Order’s magic down to make them a lot less dangerous and potentially at least incapacitate them until they can come up with a longer-term solution but all the best laid plans and all that. Douxie’s quick thinking stops the train from crushing any of the people below and it’s a very him style move to switch places with Nari to stall for time because for some reason the plot disabled Claire from portaling her or any of the threatened people/heroes to safety. He openly sasses the Order despite knowing the consequences will be bad for him because once again he’s managed to trick them, buy time that at the other end isn’t even slightly utilised until he’s forced back into his own body in excruciating pain. Archie immediately mobs him with comfort just as he has done every single time the wizard is distressed or collapsed with exhaustion without thinking because that is what their bond is like, incredibly close and far more than the Soul Bond mark that connects them together. They’re very alike in that regard, you have to earn the right to touch while equally knowing exactly what form the other needs the most in that precise moment in a way very few others could.

Bar the moment of figuring out that an illusion is in place to hide where the Order is opening the Genesis Seals and the brief insistence on reconnecting with Nari somehow Douxie manages to forget everything that makes him who he is after this point choosing to stand in the background being very no thoughts head empty or can only use the most basic spells of his youthful days not the seasoned master wizard he should be. Nomura is treated like an innocent slip rather than an outright death he did absolutely nothing to prevent (Not to mention the stupid daytime thing) nor seems to care particularly about afterwards yet with Nari’s he’s allowed to openly grieve in a gorgeously animated visual showing how he’d failed to keep her safe despite everything. He did nothing to help here either mind despite allowing himself to be tortured in the same piece of media to keep her safe, just watched another loss happen right in front of his eyes in his conga long line of them.

Then there’s Archie, oh god then there was Archie.

The dragon who even here he’d been shown to have an incredibly close bond with him decides you know what sod that tell him goodbye I’m going to make a joke about having a kingdom now dad and me are trapped in here forever. Douxie on his part looked sad for all of three seconds saying that he hoped he’s happy like it's a pet that wandered out into the world one day and never came back instead of a lifelong companion that has been there for as long as he can remember. He was now completely alone in the world since Zoe was also written out entirely and because every bit of his background had been forgotten about it somehow meant nothing. This wasn’t “I know you miss him, I know you need to grieve but you are running out of time” moment like things had been with Charlie, this was “cool shapeshifting dragon cat is now stuck in a plot hole that’s a shame” with zero pay off or any of the genuine reaction that should have been there or hell even trying to Ohana him back that very second because it never should have happened in the first place. Then even this wasn’t enough somehow, they managed to de-power Douxie even further into uselessness bar the (Admittedly nifty!) sticky feet stunt, the one who fought Skrael and Bellroc to a stalemate was shunted aside with barely a thought and his head would somehow get even emptier.

The one person who knew the danger of time magic the most stood by and said nothing.

The one person who would suffer the most by a reset because the lynchpin to his issues would be asleep if you got it wrong and should have drilled it into Jim’s head the best time to aim for stood by and said nothing.

The one person who had just suffered the loss of his familiar, best friend and only family along with the almost sister like Nari stood by and said nothing.

Then to add further insult to injury the caption when Douxie and Archie is shown says Some go their entire lives living an existence of quiet desperation because every drop of his character growth, his ability to finally start addressing his trauma instilled back in the 12th century, the staff he longed for was instead openly mocked by going “Aww he got his cat friend back how nice!” Everything he’d rightfully earned and had now would be unable to progress until certain criteria are met because it hinges entirely on the Trollhunter going to Merlin’s tomb and there’s only so much your support network of two (One if she’s written out) can do, the root of the majority of his issues all stem from one man.

And this folks is why I’ve been going on multiple rants about Douxie in particular, everyone was hit with the out of character bat to some degree in this film but when they came for him they didn’t just stop after they took his legs out because they wanted him to suffer from something he’s never had any control over to begin with all over again. Abuse survivors deserve better, these characters deserve better and we as viewers deserve far far better writing than we were forced to endure.

[kthstrawberryshortcake]

BTS Reactions: Their S/O is Inexperienced Yet in Their Mid 20s

A/N: Here it is, my first post after my long-ass hiatus :) I hope you guys enjoy it! Requests are OPEN, please send some over! <3

PREMISE: OT7 reacting to finding out that their s/o is physically inexperienced relationship-wise / that this is their s/o’s first relationship despite them being in their mid 20s

A/N: I think a lot of people won't understand why this is a reaction in the first place (lol) but it can be super uncomfortable / awkward to have not dated / had any experience at that age, and a lot of people react badly to finding that out about someone. It's definitely an insecurity for a lot of people (myself included).

warning: mostly unedited due to my status as a trash gremlin

Jin:

Jin was completely shocked when he found out that you had never dated before him. Without thinking, he let this incredulity show on his face, total surprise evident and eyebrows raised. He was briefly silent in disbelief. You took that to mean that he thought you were weird now. You certainly felt that way.

Involuntarily, tears welled up in your eyes and Jin finally registered your distress. “What’s wrong?” he asked in concern, gently brushing away a stray tear from your cheek. You stared down at your feet, murmuring “You probably think I’m super strange now.” in explanation. Jin shook his head insistently, imploring that he didn’t find it weird at all.

“Honestly I was just shocked because I don’t know how you didn’t have people practically lining down the block to date you.” He explained, bringing a small smile back to your face. He pulled you into a hug, assuring you that he was in no hurry as long as he got to spend time with you.

Yoongi:

You and Yoongi were having a cozy night in and catching up on dramas. In the show you were presently watching, there was a character who was in her mid 20s that had never dated or even kissed anyone. Yoongi scoffed, rolling his eyes at this. “This is so unrealistic. Like come on, seriously? How do you get to be that age having never dated, having never even kissed somebody? It’s a completely absurd concept.”

You started to curl in on yourself, looking down with a tortured expression on your face. You were scared to explain the truth, fearful that if he knew he wouldn’t want you anymore. After a few minutes like that, Yoongi finally noticed your body language. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” He inquired gently. How were you going to explain this to him?

“I, um… I guess I kind of freaked out when you were talking about the plot being unrealistic… You were so sure it couldn’t happen that you were annoyed by it. And then I really didn’t know how to tell you that the plot line we were discussing is literally the same as me. I’ve never dated before, you’re the first… And when you kissed me for the first time, that was my first kiss.” You took a deep breath, having exerted a lot of energy to force out your words.

Yoongi’s eyes lit up in recognition, then guilt crept onto his features. “Baby no, I’m so sorry, I completely overreacted about the show. I shouldn’t have said all that. I never wanted to hurt your feelings.” Yoongi admitted sincerely. He could tell that you felt a little bit better after that reassurance.

"It’s not a bad thing to do things on a different timeline. Plus, I got the honor of being your first boyfriend because of it. Maybe I’ll be your last.” He said the last part quietly, smirking softly before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Hoseok:

One of your favorite things about Hobi was his open and energetic attitude. He was truly one of the friendliest people you’d ever met, and it had felt easy to become close with him. You hadn’t been dating long at all, but the ease of conversation made it feel like you’d known each other for years.

On one particular day, the two of you were chatting over a dinner of your favorite delivery food. Hoseok was in the middle of a funny story about one of his exes, never one for unnecessary social boundaries or conventions, which was fine because you were laughing like crazy at the ridiculous tale he told. Then he continued, though, to tell (admittedly hilarious and absurd) stories about some of his other exes. You were entertained, certainly, though the number of people he seemed to have dated was a bit intimidating to you.

When he finally finished, he asked about *your* exes, and that was where the issue really started. You deflected, not wanting to directly bring attention to the fact that you had never dated before him. He became oddly persistent, seeming frustrated that you didn’t want to share. Not wanting him to misunderstand why you weren’t telling him what he wanted to know, you sucked it up and told him that he was your first boyfriend.

He was extremely surprised, but seemed to understand now why you had been reluctant to answer his questioning. He apologized for going on about exes for so long, and for inadvertently making you nervous. You assured him that it wasn’t a big deal, especially since the only important thing was your relationship moving forward, not either of your pasts.

Namjoon:

When you and Namjoon had only been together a few weeks (after a much longer friendship prior to your romantic relationship beginning), you were spending a nice chill evening at home, eating takeout and chatting. The two of you seemingly never ran out of things to talk about, one of the things you loved about being with him.

You don’t even remember what had led to it, but partway through the evening, he made some dumb joke about virgins and you visibly froze. You had yet to tell him about your lack of experience, and now you were terrified to. Was that really something he’d be bothered by? You hadn’t thought so, but his joking around about it made you doubt that. You did your best not to show your panic, paying unusually close attention to the glass of water you were drinking.

Unfortunately for you, your discomfort was completely apparent, and Namjoon asked you if you were okay. You nodded with a forced smile, making him frown, easily able to tell that you weren’t. You were afraid to tell him now because if it really bothered him that much, maybe it would disappoint him. Maybe it’d be a dealbreaker and he would lose interest in you. Unsure what to do, you stared at your hands, tense and worried. Namjoon lightly rested his hand on your shoulder, staring at you in concern. “Please tell me what’s wrong.” He implored gently.

At that moment you could no longer hold in your emotion, your fear, and tears began to leak from your eyes as you sniffled, starting to shake a bit as you cried. You let him pull you into his arms, holding you close as you tried to stop crying. After a few minutes of you trying to calm down, aided by Joon’s sweet behavior,  he asked again what was wrong, insisting that you could tell him anything. Your chest felt tight, but you didn’t see a way out of sharing what had upset you.

When you explained what had happened, Namjoon felt horrible, cursing himself for having said something so dumb. He told you that it was just a stupid joke, not something he actually cared about, apologizing for upsetting you with his thoughtlessness. He made sure to assure you that it wasn’t a problem for him in the least, and that he was in no rush. Afterwards the whole situation seemed a little silly, though you remembered how genuinely panicked you had been only minutes before and shuddered. But things were immediately made better, the two of you snuggling up on the couch to watch a movie.

Jimin:

Your blossoming relationship with Jimin made you feel like you were walking on a cloud. He was incredibly sweet and so much fun to spend time with, you felt very lucky to be dating him now. Just to be sweet, you had picked up food from his favorite lunch place and were bringing it to him at the BigHit building, where he was currently busy at work in a practice room.

When you arrived, the door to the room was open, but you heard voices coming from inside. You only paused when you heard Jimin say your name. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop, and you were about to announce your presence until you realized what he was saying. “You know I really like her, man, I just feel so unsure right now. There has been like, zero physical affection up to this point, nothing beyond hugs and holding hands.” Jimin grumbled, sounding irritated.

Tae hummed in acknowledgement, pausing before inquiring “So obviously you’re frustrated, but what are you thinking about it?” Jimin sighed. “Maybe she just doesn’t like me as much as I like her. I don’t want to think anything bad about her, but what if she’s playing me? Like, she doesn’t have actual feelings for me.” He sounded very down, clearly hurt by the mere possibility. At that moment you were so shocked by what you were hearing, you accidentally dropped the bag of takeout, hurrying to pick it up, but you’d already drawn attention to yourself.

Jimin and Taehyung looked beyond shocked to see you, and you realized you were crying. Taehyung excused himself to let the two of you talk. You walked farther into the room, approaching the boys. “I thought we could have lunch… I know you don’t take enough breaks, and I really wanted to see you…” You admitted quietly, unable to actually make eye contact.

“I just feel so horrible, it’s all my fault that you don’t even know how crazy I am about you. I can’t believe…. I let you be unsure of how much I care about you. It’s my fault, I’m so sorry Jimin.” By the end of what you were saying, you were holding back full sobs. Seeing how distressed you were, Jimin wasted no time in rushing to you and pulling you into his arms, hugging you close.

When you’d finally calmed down and stopped crying, you thought you owed him an explanation. “The lack of physical affection isn’t because I don’t like you. I like you more than I’ve ever liked anybody. I’ve just… never done anything. I haven’t even been in a relationship before now, it’s all new to me.” You admitted, feeling Jimin stiffen in your hug.

When you pulled back to look at him, tears were welling up in his eyes. “Oh, I’m the worst…” He muttered, feeling so guilty. “I was just frustrated, I was feeling insecure. Now that I know, I don’t mind one bit waiting for anything until you’re ready.” He assured you, planting a quick kiss on your forehead as you nodded understanding.

Tae:

It had only been a few weeks since Tae had confessed his feelings to you and the pair of you had started dating. Long before that, you’d been close friends, so you had spent a lot of time together over time. During one of your first few movie nights as a couple, things slowly began to escalate between you. You were sitting close together, seemingly focused on the film, when Tae moved to put an arm around you, pulling you closer so you were snuggled up beside him.

His eyes never left the screen, but there was a telltale little smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes a little, but you certainly didn’t mind. Despite it being such a small thing, at this stage in your relationship, this was a little bit thrilling. Soon you could feel him staring at you, and you turned your head to look back at him. His face had gotten much closer to yours than you’d expected. “…Tae?” you whispered, seeing both affection and mischief in his eyes. “Yes love?” He replied quietly in his gorgeous low voice, making you shiver just slightly.

You shook your head almost imperceptibly, and before you knew it his lips were on yours. You froze, all of this being completely new and foreign for you. Feeling you stiffen and fail to reciprocate the kiss, Tae pulled back to look at your face, wearing an expression of concern. “Um, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have just… assumed you felt the same way…” He muttered nervously, not making eye contact. “No!” You exclaimed a little louder than you meant to, quieting your voice to a near-whisper before speaking again.

“No, Tae, I do feel the same way! I really, really do. I love you. I have since we were just friends. I… I want you too. Just, um, I don’t know what to do…. That was my first kiss just now and I kind of just panicked and froze.” You confessed, watching the surprise and then recognition cover his face. That was all it took to take his unsure expression back to a smug smirk. Knowing the power his voice held over you, he leaned in close to you to speak in your ear when he said “in that case, I think we need some practice, don’t you?” Oh boy.

Jungkook:

You had been seeing Jungkook for a couple of months now and it was more than apparent that he was smitten with you (and vice versa). He complimented you frequently, his heart eyes for you always clearly on display. The only problem was the way you practically jumped away from him any time he got close to you. He had definitely noticed your weird behavior, and though you didn’t know what to do about it, you knew it was only a matter of time until he brought it up in conversation.

When that moment came, you had just clammed up and pulled back from him when he tried to put his arm around you while watching a movie. When you saw his expression in reaction, you felt immensely guilty, seeing the hurt on his face. After a moment it shifted to extreme irritation, him clenching his jaw in annoyance. “What’s your problem? I can’t get anywhere near you without you freaking out and moving away in a hurry.” You couldn’t make eye contact anymore at that point, feeling the tears well up in your eyes as you were filled with the fear that you had ruined things with him.

“I… I don’t really know why I keep doing that, it’s just all new to me. I’ve never dated anyone before you so I kind of don’t know what to do with myself most of the time.” You confessed, trying to mask the sniffle that you gave as the first tear rolled down your cheek. Now it was Jungkook’s turn to feel guilty. He approached you slowly, asking you to look at him in a gentle voice. When you did, you saw that the irritation was completely gone, replaced with remorse and fondness. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that, I could have just asked like an actual adult rather than how I behaved. I guess I was just insecure, afraid that you don’t like me in the same way I like you.” He explained, and you nodded slightly in understanding.

“That’s not it at all! I really *really* like you. A relationship is just totally uncharted territory for me and I handled it wrong. I should’ve just told you.” You sighed, the heaviness leaving your heart as an adorable bunny smile grew on his face. “Uncharted territory, huh? Well let me be your travel guide. We can be explorers together.” You rolled your eyes at his dumb joke, but smiled in spite of how silly his words were. You felt like now, with it all out in the open, things could be good with the two of you.

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