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[feral-ferengi]

Wanna slap that tiny ass and watch a shockwave go through it

[deiaiko]

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[eversnark]

Nicky and I met in the Crusades

They have a TV, Joe!

He thinks you’re a mouse, Nicky

I was thinking about Malta

Joe, leave it, please

It's like destiny

The love of my life was of the people I'd been taught to hate.

He is not my boyfriend. He's all and he's more.

You incurable romantic.

We are usually a better judge of character

As much as I like watching you sleep, I'm glad you're awake

‘What would you know of the weight of all these years alone?’

You shot Nicky. You shouldn't have done that.

[whitrcbbit]

ANASTASIA'S REALITIES ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ꪆৎ ㅤ BASICS

used to be the one of rotten ones and i liked you for that . . .

act. i ㅤㅤ ꒰ঌ ﹒ 　 1st ferrari dr 　 ‧ ₊ ˚ ꔫ

okay guys, basically i like italians and fast cars. i'm the youngest champion, first for ferrari since 2007 (year after i was born lol). i'm paddock's it girl and you often can find me shopping for new pieces of clothing.

ㅤ(🌷) my man : charlie bushnell; celebrity crush x fan

introduction .ᐟ

◟personal team intro

act. ii ㅤㅤ ꒰ঌ ﹒ 　 better cr 　 ‧ ₊ ˚ ꔫ

so yeah that's the one i permashift to. i guess i'm just there to heal my relationship with parents and LIVE the life that i got aware of at my birth.

ㅤ(🌷) my man : kai; frenemies to lovers, soulmates

introduction .ᐟ ( upcoming )

act. iii ㅤㅤ ꒰ঌ ﹒ 　 royalty dr 　 ‧ ₊ ˚ ꔫ

i got inspired to make this reality while reading tog. it's not finished but i have visions for it tho 😭. i'll probably end up creating it in my posts, not my script bc i have no motivation to do it.

ㅤ(🌷) my man : kai renaldi; enemies to lovers, forced proximity, forbidden love, youngest son x eldest daughter

introduction .ᐟ ( upcoming )

act. iv ㅤㅤ ꒰ঌ ﹒ 　 pjo dr 　 ‧ ₊ ˚ ꔫ

i didn't read the books, so it's based on show and the movies. i'm here to chill with my friends on upgraded summer camp.

ㅤ(🌷) my man : luke castellan; rivals to lovers, soulmates, betrayal trope

introduction .ᐟ ( upcoming )

act. v ㅤㅤ ꒰ঌ ﹒ 　 nevernight dr 　 ‧ ₊ ˚ ꔫ

i don't know what to say there... it's not like i shift to be killer but i want to experience something like mia corvere (she's even my twin)

ㅤ(🌷) my man : rhys tresign

introduction .ᐟ ( upcoming )

act. vi ㅤㅤ ꒰ঌ ﹒ 　 2nd ferrari dr　 ‧ ₊ ˚ ꔫ

another driver dr but because i love charles leclerc i needed to make second one lol. there are minor changes in there too though but not much. ㅤ

(🌷) my man : charles leclerc; enemies to lovers, he fell first and harder

introduction .ᐟ ( upcoming )

◟personal team intro

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤthrough the looking glass . . .

boys of tommen dr, fablehaven dr, the 100 dr, fourth wing dr, descendants dr, bones dr, golden trio era dr, nyc dr, london dr, boarding school dr, archeologist's daughter dr, with fire in their blood dr, vacation dr, engineering intern dr, christmas land dr and more...

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[greattemptation]

Brood

A longer-than-usual little reward of a fic for @hoko-onchi-writes to celebrate finishing a draft. Thanks to @citrusses for the beta read and @jtimu for the brood read.

Draco had said, "There's no such thing as an innocent invitation from Charlie Weasley," and then flatly refused to come along.

And now Charlie sat across the table, eyes alight, waiting for an answer to his insane proposition. Harry looked around the pub at all the normal people having a normal lunch, at the food and the drink, at the bright, early summer sun tumbling in through the window.

"And there’s no other way to get her out of the nest?"

Charlie laughed, as if that were a silly question. "Well, you can't Imperius a dragon, can you!"  Harry thought it might still be worth considering.

Charlie's smile dimmed. "Harry, it’s not like I know any other Parselmouths. If not this, we'll need to get the whole team of tamers out here to stun her. This is safer."

"Safer for you, maybe.”

"Safer for her."

Harry sighed and acknowledged it was probably for the best that Draco hadn't come along. He was going to kill Harry for this.

"Walk me through it again."

___________

He reeked. Everything reeked. The whole plan reeked, as far as Harry was concerned.

"And remind me again why I’m doused in dragon pheromones?"

"They should keep her calm." 

"Should. Right. Perfect. And absolutely no Nothing Nose Charm?"

"No spells. Entirely contraindicated for that broody girl." Charlie’s eyes went soft, drifting towards the opening of the glen where multiple tree trunks stood splintered.

Harry didn’t even try to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Charlie was as bad as Hagrid. "Just checking," he said, resigned. "A fake dragon egg heist. Just like old times."

Charlie grinned.

____________

She was beautiful—small, for a dragon, and a deep, blackish aubergine, brighter and pinker on the snout and spines, and she shone all over in the hot, June sunlight. Wound tightly in the huge nest of broken wood and charred foliage, she gleamed like a cut gem.

She’d been watching his approach, head down, eyes open and alert. Charlie's instructions echoed in his head:

“Approach slowly. Avoid eye contact. Talk to her; tell her about a clutch of eggs near the opening of the valley. Once she follows you—”

“What makes you think she’ll follow me?” 

Charlie scoffed warmly. “Anyone would follow you, Harry.”

Harry’s cheeks warmed, and he looked past Charlie’s shoulder. “We’ll move in, take her cherished bloody rocks, and hopefully it’s enough to break her brood,” Charlie finished.

“And we all Apparate to safety,” Harry said.

“Of course. And we all Apparate to safety.”

Her eyes—blacker than the rest of her—seemed to absorb the same light that gleamed off her scales. She lifted her head a metre or two, visibly sniffing. Neither of them moved.

"Hello," he started, the dusty, slippery syllables spilling awkwardly past his lips.

She snorted, filling the air between them with gusty heat, and laid back down. Despite the relaxed posture, her scales rolled, standing on end, making her look bigger, rounder, sharper. Something tight and prey-like answered near the base of his spine. His heart hammered in a way he was sure she could hear.

"There are eggs over there." He pointed behind himself. "Young that need you."

She stared, that wave of scales pulsing over her back again. Draco really was going to kill him for this.

Charlie's insane script kept slipping out of his mouth. "They need your heat. You are their mother." 

Raising her head, she looked past him, head weaving, as if he might be hiding hatchlings behind his back. 

He spread his hands in front of him, empty, placating. 

Lifting her head even further, she gave him an appraising gaze, and after a minute, cocked it to the side. For a completely destabilizing moment, she reminded him of Padfoot, and he had to remind himself that she weighed several tonnes, was made of nothing but fire and magic, and was more dangerous than his day job and an angry Draco put together. That said, it seemed as good a sign as any, and, facing her the whole time, he started back the way he’d come.

___________

Harry felt like an overripe fruit forgotten in the sun all afternoon. He was squishy and soft with exertion, overfilled with the too-sweet aftertaste of adrenaline and adventure. He had led a dragon, lied to a dragon. Draco was going to kill him for this. 

He laughed across the table just to let the sensation out and didn't even feel sheepish that Charlie was looking at him with knowing delight and a small smile just this side of condescending.

"It's almost better than sex, isn't it?" Charlie asked in the silence after Harry's laugh had quieted.

Harry chuckled again, traced a finger along the table, not meeting Charlie's bright eyes. He took a sip of his beer, cleared his throat.

Charlie was still smirking when Harry looked up again. "She should lay within a week or two, now that the nest's empty. You could stay, you know. See it through. Finish the job." The tease fluttered all the way down Harry’s spine.

"Oh sod off, you absolutely rotten flirt," Harry bit out through a smirk of his own. He looked around for something to hurl at Charlie, and, ruling out the table's glassware, did what he could with a harsh glare.

It bounced off of Charlie like most things did. Charlie made to take a drink but paused, glass in midair, and asked, “Do you think you’ll tell Draco? You know he’s absolutely going to kill you for this.” 

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[violetasteracademic]

Hello!! I absolutely adore your posts and how well you've researched and thought everything out. I am curious what you think about Mor being Azriel's mate. I go back and forth on the question - it's a lot to tackle with Mor's sexuality and how mates are chosen etc. I feel like there's some language that could indicate they're mates, but I know it's not a popular theory in the Elriel bubble and ACOTAR fandom as a whole. It would also solve the question of "what would Azriel do if him and Elain aren't mates, but he found his mate later on?" Just curious if you have any thoughts on the matter. :)

Hello my love! First of all, I want to genuinely thank you for your kind words. I have quite a few days in this fandom where I wonder if I fit in here, but my deep enjoyment for writing theory posts and fanfics keeps me going! You caught me on a day I was sort of in my feels about it, so it was really lovely to see a kind word attached to the ask!

I am 100% a Morrigan and Azriel are Cauldron breeding mates just like L/ucien and Elain truther, and I have soooo much to get into about it and am bringing my usual receipts. I'm pretty convinced that even if she ultimately opts not to go that direction, she for sure was thinking heavily about it.

This post is EXCEPTIONALLY long (as usual) because I think Morrigan is a character that receives unjust hate in every microcosm of the fandom and some things need to be noted, and I hope you all will give it a chance even if you dislike Mor or hate this theory!

It is important to remember that every character is in fact *not* a real person, but the author. And sometimes character flaws are not intentionally curated for arcs and development, but they are author flaws. I believe this is partly the case with Morrigan. I don't spend a lot of time critiquing SJM. This is not because she is above reproach, it's simply because there are plenty of people out there doing it and there are valid spaces for that. That being said, I cannot address the Morrigan situation without addressing the very real issue of SJM and her blind spots when it comes to representation. This is something that SJM and Bloomsbury have addressed and made necessary steps to improve:

Time article published January 30th 2024, found here.

SJM has fallen into a lot of bad tropes and stereotypes when it comes to her BIPOC and LGBTQ representation, to the point where she has hired sensitivity readers to ensure she does not continue to so do. This is a great thing, and personally I think sensitivity readers should be the bare minimum and the absolute norm and not solely employed in response to criticism. Alas, it is a new addition and her past mistakes live on.

Sexuality is a spectrum, and while some people might identify with the way SJM has represented it, she had a pattern that she did not break until recently: Tokenizing sexual representation as bi characters interested in having sex with all genders and orientations without experiencing emotional attraction outside of their preferred gender.

*TOG spoiler* The Aedion bi reveal in the second to last book served literally no purpose other than- look! More representation! He had no romantic or emotionally intimate experiences with men throughout the series, but very suddenly and randomly reveals he has sex with men. It is mentioned once, then never again, because he is pursuing a heterosexual relationship. That is a valid experience with sexuality but in the context of ToG it was a brow-raising and unearned attempt to throw in an extra queer character because she was being criticized. That's a hey you tried but maybe do better next time.

But then it happened again with Helion- freely having sex and experiencing physical attraction with both men and women but only suggestions of having fallen in love with a woman, and will likely only persue a hetero relationship.

Then it happened again with Morrigan (with a slightly flipped script), who only experiences love and romance with women but freely has sex with men. Now we see a *pattern* and at this point its like, mmkay, skill issue. Even if it does feel authentic and representative to *some* readers, it is also a reflection of the authors limitations exploring emotional intimacy with her bi characters and just treating them as wanting/willing to have sex with anyone while only like liking just boys or just girls.

I bring all of this up because I am going to bring in my usual methods of comparisons, themes, development, ect- but I am typically talking about things SJM did exceptionally well. When it comes to Morrigan, I don't necessarily think she has done things all that well. But the threads are still there, and my love for Morrigan and experience with her themes live beyond an irritating skill issue on the authors part. Lets get into it.

I've made quite a few posts about the usage of the mating bond as a plot device and the development of theme. The best one to catch up on if you'd like is probably this one here.

The biggest indicators to me that Morrigan is Azriel's corrupted Cauldron (aka breeding) mate are twofold: parallel behavior between Mor and Lucien as well as the development of Morrigan's theme of her value being tied to her breeding in ACOWAR alongside the introduction of the mating bond being nothing less than a tool for powerful breeding, also for the first time in ACOWAR.

With the confirmation that the Asteri corrupted the Cauldron, along with the conversation regarding the Asteri forcing mated pairs outside of sexual orientations and not caring (*HOSAB), SJM doubled down on all of this. The Asteri need powerful offspring. They will force queer women to mate with men to do it.

Spoiler alert: Celestina does *not* prefer males. And the Asteri do not care.

CC also, in my opinion, cemented the two-bond theory. The Mother Bond (also known as Urd or Wyrd) the true soul-mated pairs, and Breeding Bond- created at the behest of the Asteri.

With breeding bonds, you can experience a sense of ownership and possessiveness over someone you are not even remotely romantically interested in:

Both Mor and L/ucien go stiff during representations of their *alleged mates interacting romantically with someone else even when there is no attraction or emotional intimacy. For L/ucien, he doesn't even know Elain. He doesn't automatically assume they will even be together, because he wants to know more about her personality and decide if they are a good fit. Honestly? Super healthy and valid.

Morrigan is having her moment during ACOFAS. She is very much out as queer (again, with some confusion of whether or not she is bi due to a skill issue on the author's end, but 100% confirmed to not be romantically interested in men) so why is she going tense at the sight of Azriel acting like a BDE husband to Elain? The unjustified and unsympathetic take (imo) is that she is being weird and jealous and wants Azriel's attention even though she doesn't want him. This makes no sense. She has actually only ever acted positively towards Elain, and before this dinner mused on Azriel giving Elain truth-teller without a shred of jealousy. But then to see them together, even though she does not want Azriel and only wishes for his happiness, she tenses, then recovers quickly. To me, both of these moments indicate a jerk reaction to the breeding bond at work.

There is also this idea of feel a pull to explore their *alleged mate just once:

L/ucien actually has already seen Elain, and although he had some immediate instinctive reactions, it didn't leave him immediately feeling like this was the woman he was supposed to be with. Alternatively, Morrigan deeply loves Azriel, just not in that way. She loves him so much that sometimes she wonders if she should try, just once, just to know for sure, even though she is not capable of falling in love with men. Both of these scenes are from ACOWAR, and tie into the way mating bonds are finally described, and how most mates feel like they should try:

Even though neither Mor or L/ucien experience romantic feelings for their mates, they feel a pull to try. They think about giving things a chance just to be sure. This is not something any of our other mates have experienced.

This passage also leads me to another important note- which is the severity of mating bond rejections. Again, all of this is in ACOWAR and thematically connects. Both Elain and Mor have very good reason to be afraid of a mating bond rejection. It can drive a male mad and make them go violently insane. We can criticize both women all day long about how they should just reject their mates and have the conversation so everyone can move on, but when this is what is on the table for them? A man possibly killing because of the power of the mating bond? That is no joke.

The only reason Morrigan slept with Helion is because she was sick and terrified over Azriel handing Eris his ass because he called her a slut. Mor has already seen Azriel act in an uncontrolled and violent manner that could not easily be stopped on her behalf. If she is afraid of what a mating bond rejection will do to Azriel, the depth and complexity of her decision, and her behavior to try to distance and avoid the conversation is a lot more sympathetic. I also believe that Morrigan, Azriel, and Elain will be doing some work together in Vallahan, and the issue of the Cauldron being wrong for both Azriel and Elain will resolve during that storyline. You can read more about that here.

And then of course, there is this:

Rhys only brings up Mor when Azriel brings up the Cauldron. That feels extremely intentional to me. I think Rhys either knows or assumes that Azriel and Mor have a mating bond. I think both Az and Mor know (I also think Azriel absolutely knows Mor is queer, and their weirdness and his constant confusion and staring at her has more to do with that than being in love with her, because he doesn't understand why she is sleeping with men at all.) Crack theory, but I think Eris knows. What happened between Mor and Eris isn't a secret, it was all revealed in ACOFAS. But I think somehow, for some reason, Eris is also aware of the mating bond between Az and Mor, which is why Morrigan gets so pissed when Eris needles her about not telling the whole truth. She isn't trying to hide what Eris did to make herself look better (he didn't do much, really, still left her to die even though he did her a solid by not accepting her as his wife) but he also knew that a Blood Duel could be called by Az over her.

Here's the thing: ACOWAR states that some courts allow men to kill each other over their mate choosing or having other partners. The bonus chapter clarifies that violence as the Blood Duel. I do not believe the Blood Duel can be called over anyone over any situation- it is specific to mates. I could be wrong, but it seems strange that Rhys would talk about outlawed violent practices that is not allowed in his court but is in others, and then we would see the Blood Duel brought up as the Autumn Court tradition, and not see them as one in the same:

Ultimately, all of these characters are grappling with their choices being affected by deeply held cultural beliefs about the mating bond.

If Azriel and Mor are breeding mates, she is struggling with genuine love for him but being unable to love him romantically. She thematically is dealing with hiding her sexuality because there is no greater dishonor to the culture of her family than a woman not being used for sale and breeding. If Azriel and Mor are mates, so much of her behavior and her themes and experiences make so much more sense. Rhysand's response to Azriel thinking the Cauldron was wrong when he has a mate in the Inner Circle whom he already loves makes more sense. Azriel knowing Mor is queer and not understanding why she sleeps with men but also not pushing her to have a conversation about their bond makes more sense.

Everything makes more sense if Az and Mor are mates.

If they are not, well, skill issue, I guess.

Either way, I truly hope Mor gets her HEA and SJM's employed sensitivity writers will help her do it justice.

How did we do? Did anyone stick with me on this one? Have I won you over? I can't wait to see what happens, however it pans out! And I'm grateful for the addition of sensitivity readers to Sarah's work. I hope she does her best to represent as well as she can!

[misguidedasgardian]

I want to steal the bride (1)

1. As Lemon and Chocolate

MASTERLIST

Summary: It had been ten years since you met Aemond, your best friend 

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x BestFriend!Reader, Cregan Star x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Aemond is a sl*t jiji, active sexual life, implied smut, might miss some warnigns, Aemond does threaten to throw himself of a bridge, but he is playing, I will put thaton here just in case

Wordcount: 5k

Disclaimer: this is a direct adaptation of the movie "Made of honor, and its script! the pictures of the header are not mine, I found them on pinterest

Notes: Well, this is of course the adaptation of the movie! so it won’t be long… five parts maybe? including this one! is my favorite movie, so enjoy! Aemond calls reader “love” a lot, because I’m tired of the use of (Y/N) jejeje

10 years later

“Good morning”, she purred, hugging his shoulders, trying to prevent him from getting dressed and leaving. Aemond only chuckled, turning slightly and kissing her cheek

“I'm late”, he said matter of factly, with a smirk on his lips. He left his female companion on the bed and went to grab his dressing shirt and jacket, putting them on quickly 

“What are you doing tonight?”, she asked sweetly, oh she was cute, enough to have seen her twice already

“I don't do back-to-backs”, he remembered her

“Isn't that what we were doing last night??”, she said, raising one of her perfectly trimmed eyebrows 

“No, that was something different”, he reminded her, “back-to-backs are seeing each other two nights in a row and you know I don't do that”, he reminded her gently. She sighed, covering herself with the sheets

“Couldn't you just break one of your stupid rules?”, she whined

“No”, he said shortly, grabbing his jacket from a chair in the corner of the room

“For me?”, she asked then

“I'm sorry. I don't break the rules”, he said with a soft smile, he did want to see her again, just not like that. “I have a rule about that”, he leaned in and kissed her cheek, “see you next week”. She left her in her bed and exited her apartment

“Gods I’m late”, he muttered, climbing into his classic convertible 

He speed down the street and into the Starbucks that was the nearest to your job, jumped out finding a miracle parking spot and jogged inside

He didn’t have tog et back to work, but you did, so the lunchtime was always a bit speedy, but to no matter, he loved more than anything his lunchtimes with you

“Excuse me”, he called the attention of the barista and shot him a quick hello, “Sorry. Can I get a grande drip, and a decaf, triple grande non-fat, extra-hot, stirred, no-foam Caramel Macchiato?”, he felt proud of how easy he had learned your coffee order, “with whipped cream, extra caramel?”, he continued, “And fill that 70 percent of the way. Thank you!”

He received his order fairly quickly, and moved to the side to sweeten his coffee. He looked to the side and couldn’t help but gaze upon the beautiful woman that stood there, with his coffee in her hand, and hers on the other

“Oh, here. Let me put a coffee collar on that for you”, he whispered sweetly, he grabbed his own invention and placed it around the cup for her

 “Oh, thank you”, she flirted

“I hear the guy that invented that gets a dime for each one used”, he said raising one of his eyebrows

“You're kidding”, she teased

“I am not”, he assured her, giving her a wink, “That could add up”, she smirked, looking at the second coffee she was holding

“Oh, I think I picked up yours by accident”, she whispered seductively. Aemond smirked, receiving the coffee from her, “Sorry about that”, she made sure to touch his fingers and much and as long as she could.

“Oh, that's all right. Thank you”, he said, noticing the number and her name on the collar

 “Anytime”, she flirted 

“Bye-bye”, he said, remembering he needed to rush, he got out of the coffee shop quickly, looking over at the paper cup, "Gloria.", he tasted

He got lucky again when the traffic was smooth on his way to your job 

He found just in front of the crotch of the painting of a man, and the movement you were making made you look like you were… he chuckled, looking up at you, he took his time, and when he spend a couple of minutes staring at your funny pose, he decided to make himself known

“Good morning Love, coffee the way you like it”, you turned around to see your friend standing by the scaffold, smiling up at you, you laughed

“Perfect timing. I just finished working on his balls!”, you giggled, pointing behind you

“That's some balls... Yeah. Good”, he mumbled, embarrassed, “Um, so, I made a reservation”, he finalized with a shy smile

So not even fifteen minutes later, you were having lunch in your favorite chinese place in King’s Landing

“So, uh, which rule is this again?” you asked, sipping on the rests of your coffee

“No back-to-backs”, he said quickly, signaling for the waiter with the cart to pass by your table

“Oh, isn't it the same as the "no more than once a week" rule?”, you asked, entertained 

“No, the "once a week" rule works Monday to Friday…”

“Oh, so, theoretically, you could have a date on Sunday night and then Monday without breaking it”, you said, really impressed

“Exactly, you got it”, you loved it when Aemond smiled like that, pursing even more his curvy lips 

“Of course!”, you teased, “Ah, here we go!”, you chanted when the cart was coming towards you, you were starving, “Good morning”

“Hey, good morning”, Aemond greeted

“Can I get the... steamed buns, uh, the scalloped steamed dumplings and the vegetarian and shrimp steamed dumplings?”, you asked, pointing at all the more healthy options. You caught Aemond staring as the lady served you your food

“Thank you”, he whispered, once the nice lady had left 

“For what?”, you laughed 

 “You know how much I love the fried stuff. You're looking after me”, he said with a soft smile

“Of course!”, you said back with a wide smile, “that is why I’m here for! right?”, you teased, “So, what did she say?” you kept the conversation going about his last conquest 

“Oh, she was hurt, but, you know, at least I was…”

“But you were honest, weren't you?”, you mocked 

“What? I was. I am. Always”, he defended, almost offended

“I know you are, but it's just… shocking how you use it as a shield”, you analyzed

“Maybe I should lie. Be more like Jaime Lannister. Say whatever it takes to get a woman in bed”, he said quickly

“Do not be like Jaime Lannister. He's so gross.”, you said, taking out your tongue in a gesture of disgust

“He only hit on you once”, he said with a smile

“At my father's funeral!”, you replied, “he was his friend!”

“Okay, he's not known for his sensitivity”, he hissed 

 “Oh, God. Anyways…”, you dismissed, he looked at you

“What?”, he asked

“Nothing.”, you answered

“Oh, I know that "nothing".” he said, squinting his eye at you, “It's not nothing, it's something. Anyway...?”

“Anyway, we both know you don't need to lie to get a woman into bed”, you deviated from the subject at hand. Grabbing the cup with the woman’s number on it 

“Gloria”, he called, “I don't wanna lose that.Can I keep it? Thank you”, he said, taking the cup from your hand, he admired the number written there like it was some sort of artwork

You couldn’t help but feel a tinge of… something in your chest, you sometimes asked about his conquests so you get more used to the idea of Aemond being a playboy, and to convince yourself he was never going to change….

“Here's another rule too: 24-hour rule.”, he said, finally leaving the cup on the table, and looking at you, “I can't call her for another 24 hours. Then it appears I'm too desperate”

“Yeah, right. It’s better for her to think that you are some hoarder that would keep a disposable cup of coffee for more than an hour!”, you mocked, he seemed shocked and then he nodded

“Good point”, he chuckled.

When you were done with a healthy lunch, you were ready to splurge, in a good and needed dessert. Of course, like always, the best bakery in town was filled to the brim, almost a block of waiting line, but you didn’t care, as you walked to the end, of course, always talking

“You know, Renly sent me another letter”, you teased him

“Asking you to move to Storm’s End and marry him again?”, he asked, a bit annoyed 

“A slice of apple-crumb pie”, you guessed, ignoring him as you walked by a table that ordered just that

 “No. Got that last time”, he dismissed, “You guys broke up like a year ago” 

“Nineteen months”, you said unimpressed

“You are counting?”, he mocked 

“No, he is. It was in the letter”, you looked at him and he laughed, “Lemon, butter-cream cup”, you guessed again

“Hmm, not feeling the cream cup today”, he said, looking back at you, you coiled your arm with his and lean over his shoulder

“Cranberry-orange muffin?”

“Oh, Love, come on. You're losing”, he twhined, squeezing your arm 

“I know, I know, I know. Okay, okay, okay, okay…”, you said, looking at the showcase with all the desserts in it 

“Come on. You're disappointing me”, he teased 

“I got it. I got it!”, you celebrated squealing in his ear, 

  “Whoa”, he said, leaning away from you but you held onto him tightly 

“Okay, I so have it, I so have it!”, you kept teasing, “Cream-cheese-swirl brownie!”, you guessed, and only when you saw his smile, you knew you got it right 

“Ooh. Mmmm yeah, you're so good”, he said back

“YES!”, you celebrated until everyone in line was watching, “Mmmm I want one too”, you muttered

After you had your delicious desserts on the go, you made your last stop of your lunch break, to a department antique shop, he had brought you along to pick a gift for his grandfather Otto, who was getting married for the sixth? time?

“What do you think of this?”, he asked, showing you a crystal spice rack, “I think we should bring them this”, he muttered, you looked at him seriously

“Aemond, I'm not going to another one of your grandfather's weddings”, you said, annoyed 

“Love? Please”, he purred with that soft voice you enjoyed hearing

“Take one of the girls you've been rubbing against”, you teased, looking away from him

“No weddings or family events”, he remembered you

“Oh, that's right, I forgot that rule!”, you giggled, looking at the strange things this antique shop had to offer, “Leaves the wrong impression”, you mimicked. Aemond continued as you both walked amongst the small shops. You looked at him with a warning in your eyes

“It does”. He agreed as you sighed, you were going to have to attend his grandfather’s wedding… again didn’t you? well the excuse to dress up and eat good free food did sound entertaining

You stopped by a shop who sold leather purses, one with a small alligator attached to it caught your eyes

“Is this made with real alligator?”, you asked the old salesman

“Yes, baby alligator”, he said proudly, you opened your mouth, enraged

“You should be ashamed of yourself!”, you cursed him. Aemond came quickly and grabbed you gently by your upper arms and drag you away before you jumped the man

You kept looking at a small shop of watches and belts, whe Aemond separated from you to crouch at the side of a beautiful Golden Retriever 

“Look at you!”, he cooed with a childish voice, grabbing his face and started petting him. The dog loved it, moving his tail left and right, “Hello, there. Hello, there. Aren't you beautiful? Oh, I love you. Yes, I do, I love you!”, he kept saying, and you raised one of your eyebrows as you looked down at the interaction.

A man as handsome as Aemond, with that shiny platinum blonde hair, and those features, petting one of the sweetest animals on earth… it was an image worth millions, and you understood why he had so much game

“You're beautiful. You're so beautiful. Look at that face! Love you, love you, love you!”, he kept saying, as he finally gave the poor dog a rest and stood up to continue his shopping

“You should try saying that to a human sometime”, you teased 

“What? A human? You don't say that to a human”, he mocked back, he seemed serious, but then he cracked up a smile, “You're sweet. Love you. See? I said it!”, he said softly, you only smiled and kept looking around. “Love, please. Come to the wedding!”, he begged grabbing your arm softly

“No.”, you said softly, “He gets married and I go!”, you whined

“I go because he's my grandfather and I care deeply for the man and everybody knows he doesn't love them..”, he said quietly, “they don't love him. It's pathetic. Breaks my heart. I don't know what to say”, he kept saying, you looked at him squinting your eyes, wondering if he was serious, his face and that movement of his lips on which he pouted shortly and then draw them back told you he was 

“You know, if someone's making a mistake and it's not your place to interfere, you simply say: "I'm happy you're happy.", yous aid with a smile, he look back at you and smiled back

"I'm happy you're happy.", he repeated

“Yeah”, you muttered, coiling your arm with his like you tended to do

“Okay. I'll do that”, he said as he kept looking for something to but, mumbling and repeating those four words

He look back at you with those puppy eyes 

“I promise you, this is the last time I'll ask you to come!”, he said quickly, “And then I'll find somebody else to come for the next few”, the prospect of him getting so close to another that he would ask to his grandfather wedding did not amused you as you thought it would, “Love, please”

“That's cute”, you mocked, and then you sighed, “last time”, you sounded defeated

“Thank you! Thank you!”, he leaned in and kissed your cheek 

. . .

Aemond fixed his tie as he walked up the steps to the front of the chapel, he there could see his grandfather Otto, and his lawyer Erryk talking frantically on the phone

“Right. Okay, okay. You get the house in the Hamptons”, he said to his grandfather, Aemond frowned, looking at his grandad, “She's asking for the apartment in the city and 30 grand a month”

“Thirty?”, he whined, “but…”

“Are you still negotiating the prenup?” Aemond asked alarmed, as soon as he saw him Otto walked towards him to cradle his son’s cheeks

“Now the party starts, my son is here”, he celebrated, hugging him tightly 

“Grandad, please. I can't breathe”, he chuckled, “Grandfather. Please”

“Did you bring the lovely (y/n)?” he asked, finally releasing him

“Yes, I did”, he said with a shy smile

“You know, you don't act on that pretty soon, you know what I'm gonna do?”, he teased

“No”, he whispered, scared

“I'm gonna make her my number six”

“It's seven”, interrupted his lawyer, “This is number six”, they both look at the lawyer and then turned to each other 

“Yeah, that sounds about right”, laughed Otto, he then looked at his grandson.

Aemond was the only one speaking to his grandfather, his mother had cut him out, around his third marriage, so did his brothers, but he couldn’t

“My God, you are pretty…”, he whispered

“Oh, grandad…”

“I used to be that pretty once”, he said with a chuckle, “Eryk, look how pretty my boy is!”, he celebrated, turning to him

“He's beautiful. They won't accept a minimum of five times a week”, he said pointing at the phone on his ear 

“She promised five, I want five”, said Otto

“What did she promise you five times a week?”, asked Aemond, white as paper 

“Four times?”, asked Otto, Eryk shook his head

“Two”, he fought 

“Oh, this is disturbing”, whined Aemond, taking a few steps back, he looked at the marble stair he just climbed and wondered what kind of damage he would get if he just jumped, nothing major, only a few bumps… only to stop hearing this conversation

“Four, and make it a weekly BJ!”, Aemond sighed, rubbing his forehead 

Otto looked at his grandson

“Come on, tell me. Say what you gotta say”, Aemond raised his head to look at him

“Well, I'm happy if you're happy”, he said, smiling when he remembered you and what you told him, but Otto chuckled

"You're too old for her, grandad. She doesn't love you.This is embarrassing. You're gonna rack up your fifth divorce.", he mocked 

“Sixth”, remembered Erryk

“Sixth”, agreed Otto

“Come on, I'm happy if you're happy”, Aemond said, shooting him a calming smile

“Bullshit”, he laughed 

“They'll go for four if you exercise more!”, celebrated Erryk, “She says you can't gain any more weight”

“Take it. Deal!”, Otto cheered, “I told her I weighed 10 pounds more than I do. Ain't love grand?”, he said cheerfully. Erryk finished the call and passed him two blocks of papers

“Sign them both, please”, he said quickly

“What's he signing now?”, asked Aemond, worried 

“The current prenup and his last divorce papers”, said Erryk with a content smile. Aemond’s smile wiped out pretty quickly 

“Ah, that's just great”, he mumbled 

He was part of the marriage courtship, so he didn’t get to see you until the party, that was held a few blocks away from the church 

You were waiting for him with a flute of champagne in hand, and a mashup of “i got a woman” with “gold digger” was blasting the speakers and got everybody dancing on the dancefloor

“Cheers”, you giggled, he took his and clinged his with yours 

“Cheers”

“Did you tell your grandfather you loved him?”, you asked him

“I told him I cared for him”, you sighed 

“You can't even tell your grandfather. I don't get that”, you said, defeated, “you call me love all the time!”

“It's a guy thing”

“No, it's a Aemond thing”, you corrected

“I’m going to need something stronger than this”, he whispered,  “Oh, well, you're an "I love you" slut”, you gasped

“Are you kidding me??”, you asked, the audacity

“You say it all the time, to everybody”

“Only the people that are important to me”, you defended

You were interrupted when the waiter brought you pieces of cake that you ordered

“Oh, this looks so good”, you moaned when he placed in front of you the lemon cake that you ordered, in turn, Aemond ordered the chocolate one

“That does looks good. What is that?”, he asked whispering in your ear leaning over you, he used his fork to steal a piece of cake from your plate and you giggled as he tasted it and moaned with satisfaction, “Lemon. I should've ordered this”

“This looks good”, you said back, stealing a piece of his cake instead

“You always order better than I do”, he said with a smile, ‘It's lemon, right? It's good. I'm ordering that from now on”

“No, you won't”, you fought with a smile

“Why?”, he asked

“I need you to order the chocolate cake so I can have some”, you answered simply, the chocolate was just delicious. He chuckled

“That makes sense”, he said happily

“There's my son!” You almost spilled your drink when you saw Aemond’s new stepmother approaching you, with a very inappropriate low cut dress, she was gorgeous,

“Here we go”, Aemond muttered to turn to her with a smile, “Grandson actually”, he said with a mockingly smile

“Oh very funny!”, she giggled, “isn’t he funny?”, she asked you, you only laughed

“Very much so!”, you quipped 

“Margaery. How are you?”, he asked politely 

“If you're a bad boy, I'm gonna spank you”, she giggled, Aemond looked back at you with scared eyes but a weird smile on his lips

“Yeah. Do you know what I would like to say to you? Is that... Ow!”, you stopped him by pinching his arm

“I want you to listen to me, Aemond”, she said with her big cat-like eyes, gods she was beautiful, she took his hand, and placed it in her chest, you gasps as Aemond was visibly uncomfortable

“Yes”, he encouraged quickly and nervously

“If you need any money… or you need any advice…”, she said slowly 

“Right”, he said uncomfortably, trying to pull away his hand but she would let him

“...or you got girl problems”

“I don't think… it’s a good idea”

“I need you to think of me how you would a real mother”

“Grandmother!”, you pitched in and Aemond snorted 

“Yeah, that's exactly what I…”, Otto showed up, hugging his wife tightly who released Aemond

“Look at this beauty, will you?”, he boasted, his chest filled with pride, “Hello, sweetie”, he greeted you

“Hello Otto, it was a wonderful wedding”

“Thank you my dear” he then turned to his new wife, “Drunk as the night I first met her”, he said with admiration making her giggle

“So romantic”, mumbled Aemond. Then the bartender gave you the shot that Aemond had asked for, but before he could drank it, Margaery snatched it from his hand and drank it quickly 

“Oh, please. By all means”, muttered Aemond rolling his eyes 

“You are a bad influence on her!”, teased Otto, you just eyed Aemond carefully

“Me?”, he asked back

“Last shot, okay?”, Otto warned his wife, who roared to life and giggled, grabbing her new husband’s hand

“I'm stealing you away, let’s dance!”, she laughed, and they walked awy from the both of you

“He does know that he can just date, right?”, you asked Aemond, entertained

“No, I don't think he does”, he whispered, now the bartender finally grace you with two shots, you took one each

“To grandmothers”, he said, defeated 

“To mothers. Cheers”, you giggled back 

You drank down the shot and you hissed when it burned your throats, this was going to be a long night 

Aemond frowned suddenly, and you followed his uneven eyes (he had a glass eye installed). but couldn’t find anything unusual

“Oh, God”, he said suddenly trying to hide behind the bar, “Hide me”, he said, grabbing you and placing you in front of him

“What?”, you asked, confused

“It's my dad's patient coordinator”, he whispered, you looked back to see her, Aemond had told you about her before, but before you could, he grabbed you back, hiding even more 

“Yeah, don't look, don't look. Don't look”

“What’s going on?”, you asked him

“No, no. She's obsessed with me!”, he whispered frantically, “Yeah, she's created a website called AllThingsAemond.org”, you chuckled 

“The psycho blogger?”, you asked him

“Yes” then he grabbed your hand and turned quickly, “Okay, come on. Dance with me. Watch yourself”, he dragged you to the dance floor and took you in his arms. You were finally able to see her, searching for someone, or something frantically

“I think she's cute”, you mocked. She was tall and lean, redhead, and sharp blue eyes

“Oh, stop it”, grunted Aemond

“I'm serious”, you defended

“Just keep dancing woman”, grunted Aemond, and then, he saw her turn to him so he spun you around making you gasp to turn your back to her 

  “Hide me. Up. Neck, neck, neck. Up. Back. Side, side. Go. Over”, he signaling, moving frantically to avoid the woman, “Her last blog was a two-page description of my face”, you laughed, truly entertained, you had never seen him like this

“Where, there is much to describe”, you felt his hand get clammy, he was truly nervous

“You see, she doesn't think my nose is too bent or my lips are too thin”, he mocked, you frowned in confusion

“Who said that?”, you asked

“You did. When we met”, he said 

“Well, I lied”, you said, looking at him in his eyes

“What?”, he asked back

“I thought you were hot”, you confessed, he looked back at you surprised

“Why didn't you say something?”, he asked incredibly surprised, so much he surprised you too 

“Well, you told me I looked like a dog”, you giggled

“That's because I was just trying to sleep with you”, he offered, analyzing your face

“Why haven't you since?”, you asked quietly, he held you tighter against him

“Well, I like having you in my life”, he gave you that smile that makes you think he wasn’t being serious, so you just sighed 

“Funny” you mocked 

“Hi, Aemond”, you both screamed when you were surprised by the blogger/stalker 

“Oh, hi”, greeted your friend grabbing you even more tightly, this time, making you stick to his front

“Did you see the new blog?”, she asked excitedly, she was pretty, you wondered if Aemond ever… slept with her

“Uh, no, we haven't”, he said, you looked back at him at the word he used 

“Who's this?”, she turned hostile towards you

“This?”, he asked, looking at you with a smirk on his lips, well, this is my… My girlfriend”, you raised an eyebrow looking back at him, but well, he was you friend so you were going to play along

“Why didn't you tell me you were seeing someone?”, she asked angrily

“Because I don't know you”, he said back, annoyed, but oh you wanted to play both along

“Look, we have a really really open relationship”, you said, relaxed, winking at her, her face lit up again

“Really?”, she asked excitedly. Aemond squeezed your hand

 “You know, I wanted to talk to you about that, princess”, he said looking at you with urgency

 “Princess...?”, you teased

“I-I-I don't wanna be with anybody but you”, he said quickly, turning to you 

“I don't know if I'm really quite ready to make that commitment”, you said dismissively, moving your shoulders upwards, “you know my rules…”, you chuckled, his face in that moment was very comical

“We're a bit of an emotional retard”, he explained, she now looked terribly angry

“I think I need to start a new blog now”, she threatened, and abandoned you

“That is so scary”, you said

“She's psychotic on top of being… Oh, this is not good”, you looked at her go, pushing with a rare strength everyone of her path, it was kind of comical

“Get out of my way!”, you heard her say

“Okay, good, she's gone”, Aemond released you from his grasp, his body what abandoning you

“Perfect. Let's go” 

“You want to go already?”, you asked him, he nodded, grabbing your hand and taking you of the ballroom, and out of the building 

It had been a quick affair, the sun was setting. and as such, you decided to take a walk through the King’s Landing park

At first you walked in silence, enjoying the beautiful scenery and warmth of the season, but then you remembered you had something to say to Aemond

“Do you remember that ancestral home in Winterfell with those paintings I told you about?”, you asked, he looked back at you and smiled 

“It's all I think about”, he mocked

“Stop it, Aemond”, you giggled, pushing him playfully, “I finally got the board to sign off on making them additions to our permanent collection”

“Really?”, he asked, now truly invested

“But they want me to go to Winterfell for an acquisition trip”, you said shortly 

“When do you go?”, he asked, alarmed

“Couple of days”, you whispered

“Couple of days? For how long?”, now he was alarmed 

“Six weeks”, he opened his eye widely

“That's a long time! more than a month!”, but then when he looked at your face, he softened his, “That's great”, he confessed

“You think?”, you asked, surprised and happy

“Yes, it's a great opportunity for you”, he admired, “You're like the museum maven of the The Keep”

“It's got a good ring to it”, you teased, and then smiled brightly at him, “thank you”, you whispered, looking into his handsome face 

“Congratulations”, he said after a long, pleased sigh, “Six Fridays”, he said then

“That is six fridays”, you agreed

“What am I gonna do without you?”, he asked

“Oh, well. I can just imagine”, thinking about all the free time he was going to have to bang women left and right. He looked at you, and then he climbed onto the railway of the bridge just as you were walking above it

“What are you doing!?”, you asked, trying to grab him

“I'm gonna jump!”, he threatened with a chuckled

“No. Gods. Aemond get down!

 “Six Fridays, how can I live without you!?”, he asked theatrically, grabbing your hands

“Can you not take anything seriously?”, you laughed 

“Yeah, I can”, he defended, just when you thought he was going to take it seriously this time

“Get down”, you demanded, and he grabbed you for stability and jumped back to the bridge, “Let's get you another drink!”, you suggested

“I think I've had too many already”, he whined, “Oh, thanks for coming to the wedding”, he whispered, coiling your arm with his

“It was a ball. I can't wait for number seven”, you giggled 

“It's coming up soon, I have a feeling”, he lamented

“And what do you have to say?”, you whispered

“I’m happy you are happy”, he said back

“That’s my boy”

“I’m going to miss you”, he admitted

“Mee too”

. . .

You were staring at the wallpaper of your phone, it was a picture of you and Aemond, your face next to him, both smiling to the camera

You were going to miss him

He was your very best friend in the entire world, and six weeks was a long time, wasn’t it?

“We also ask at this time that you turn off all your electronic devices. Please leave your cell phones turned off for the full duration of the flight”, you heard through the speakers of the plane. With a last look your turned off your phone

You were so excited for this trip! 

It was going to be huge for your work, and you couldn’t wait to get to Winterfell, you had never been but they say it's beautiful

  Was it weird that you wanted Aemond to be there with you?

Maybe

But he would never go for something like that, you didn’t think

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[yoredoesmore]

I want something wholesome! Like him reassuring her and making her feel better!

Heart To Heart | Soshiro Hoshina

pairing: hoshina soshiro x fem. reader

genre: romance, fluff, slight hurt but plenty comfort, comedy

summary: You find out that you're the complete opposite of your boyfriend's (physical) ideal type and confront him about it.

wc: 1,4k

a/n: I hope you enjoy this little piece of work! Thank you for sending in the request anon ^^

enjoy!

You have never given it much thought, but then again, why would you? Your relationship (as cliche as it sounded) perfectly embodied the concept of the “love at first sight” trope. The both of you understood each other, your personalities clicked almost instantly. And before you knew it, the two of you were dating.

Soshiro was everything you had ever hoped for to find in a man and you firmly believed that the feelings were mutual. But here you were, allowing a coworker to strike doubt into your mind.

“I'm just sayinnnng.” Kafka was dragging his words like a cart that had a few wheels missing. The man had drunk himself into oblivion once again and you were bothered with the task of getting him to his dorm safely.

His heavy frame stood leaned against yours. With all your might, you carried the man down the dimly lit street, a singular goal resting on your mind– not dropping him. You found yourself challenged, not because you were mildly intoxicated yourself but rather because his mouth kept on blabbering and aggravating you.

The annoyance found a new height when he started to talk about a particular night, where the guys went out for a drink together.

“Before ya started dating– hic – the Vice Captain told us about his preferences.”

“What are ya talkin'bout?” You grumbled.

The both of you looked like something straight out of a comedy script. Kafkas face resembled a tomato, while the only noticeable traces of alcohol on you were found in your slurred voice.

“About how he likes his women of course!” The second those words left Kafka's lips, you felt a sting in the center of your heart.

Soshiro was not the type to brag or talk about his preferences, unless they were food related. Although you never worried about these kinds of things, sometimes you did wonder if he had visions of what his future partner would look like before he met you.

“What did he tell you that he wouldn't tell me..”

A strong grip now held Kafka's head in place. The man found himself trapped in a suffocating headlock.

“Argh! Calm down, calm down! Sheesh.” The liquor temporarily took over your body and Kafka was forced to deal with its effects.

“He said that he prefers his women, you know, on the more voluptuous side. Big chest and allat, ya know, the usual with guys! Doesn't come as a surprise to me to be honest, he's into strong women and allat it's obvious.”

Voluptuous? Strong?

A feeling of irritation now lit inside your head, replacing the previously felt concern. Kafka knew better than to mess with you in moments like these, but unfourtunartly he was far too drunk to think straight. As you released the poor man from your makeshift prison, new thoughts infiltrated your headspace.

Your strength stayed unquestioned. Years of training, practice and combat have honed your physics and allowed you to operate on a level worthy of being acknowledged by the Mina Ashiro.

But your physical form on the other hand was the furthest from what Kafka had described after he recovered his breath.

“You can't blame him, he's a man after all!”

His pathetic attempt to cover for your boyfriend bothered you even after you had reached your home. You had hoped, for the sake of Soshiro, that you'd calm down by the time you'd take your shoes off but even as you walked through the front door and were greeted by your two cats, the anger still resided inside your chest.

“There ya are! Welcome home, Love.”

You scoffed. Soshiro's voice rang cheerfully from the living room, where he was waiting for your arrival.

“How was the squad's little get together? ‘Would have loved to be there but the work of a Vice Captain is endless. Did ya enjoy yerself?”

Soshiro's smile lasted for a little while, but it slowly began to falter as he realized that your replies lacked both excitement and their usual cheerfulness. Furrowing his brows, the man followed your vanishing figure into your shared bedroom– where you began to undress and change into your nightgown.

Your boyfriend silently watched you, eyes never leaving your body.

“Did sum happen?” Soshiro frowned.

“Yes.” Your reply was kept short and clean.

Instead of denying the obvious elephant in the room, you looked the man straight into the eyes and confronted the situation.

This was absurd, you knew it was. There was nothing wrong with having a type, yet for some reason Kafka had struck a nerve you did not know you had.

“Had a little chat today with Kafka earlier. He was stupidly drunk– but his memory was amazing. He recalled you saying something about preferring your women with..you know..a little bit more on their chest.”

Soshiro felt the air in his throat blocking up, causing him to choke lightly. His eyes widened, and for a short moment, he thought that you were joking. Yet the concerned look on your face begged to differ.

Almost instantly, the look on Soshiro’s face softened. Seeing your deflated posture, struck by insecurity and doubt– your hands wrapped around your waist as if to conceal yourself from him.

It broke something in him.

“And that made you upset?”

“Maybe, why wouldn't it? I mean, look at me.” You didn't want your words to sting, yet they came out sharper than you wanted them to.

Soshiro simply stared at you for a brief moment before stepping closer.

“I prefer what ya offer, okay? All my preferences align with what ya are and how ya act, we clear?”

Tender arms found their way around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. You felt all of him wrap around you, his chest transferring his warmth and comfort right to your heart.

His words always cut deep, even when he was scolding you. Questioning him felt like betraying his trust, yet you couldn't help yourself but worry. It was all written over your slightly pouted lips and the gloomy expression in your eyes.

“Whatever preferences I had before disappeared when I met ya, Y/n.” He gently whispered into your ears.

“Preferences don't just vanish..you know..”

“When ya meet someone who outperforms them they do. Yer literally perfect, from head to toe, and I wouldn't dare change a single thing about ya.”

You frowned. How could he always find the perfect words to comfort you? Soshiro was both skilled in combat and words, you envied him for that.

“Besides.” His eyes fell down on yours, which were expectantly looking up at him.

“When we're like this, it's like our hearts are touching. A small chest means easy access to the heart, ya know.” He placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Oh my god.” You groaned and pushed the clingy individual away from you. Soshiro only laughed, his body immediately chasing after your fleeting form. He pursued you through the entire room, past the dresser and clothing rack, before he finally captured you as you tried to jump over the bed.

The both of you fell onto the soft covers, laughter fleeting your lips.

“I was really drunk when I said that, ya know? Plus, I was just tryin to get a rise out of Narumi. We was–”

“Yeahhh, I don't care about what the two of you were fighting over this time.” Your words earned you a light slap on the shoulder.

“Will you talk to Kaf-”

“Yeah, I'm absolutely beating the shit outta that guy.”

You sighed. As much as you wanted to worry about the other, a tiny part of you felt like he deserved what was coming for him after startling you so much.

Thus, the remaining night was spent in each other's arms. Hoshina played with and poked your cheeks, teasing you about your short moment of insecurity. But he made it up to you by showering you with his love and affection afterwards.

*

Bonus

The next day

“Vice Captain? You wanted to speak to me?” Kafka carefully slipped past the crack in the door, his eyes scanning his surroundings thoroughly.

“Oh, yes, come in.” The Vice Captain was pacing around the training room, mind in deep thought even after Kafka had closed the door behind himself. He had no idea why he had been summoned but an unwell feeling dwelled inside his chest.

The anxiety only grew when he noticed the malicious aura surrounding the pacing Vice Captain.

He should have called in sick today.

Kafka’s eyes darted towards the benches, where a bottle of water and a handful of bandages and band aids laid ready for use. He gulped.

“I'm pretty sure you know what is about to happen. I'll be giving you a physical demonstration of what happens when a cadet steps outta line, Hibino.”

a/n: Kafka would never say/act like this! So please forgive the mischaracterization, it's for the plot > <

[non-un-topo]

Whenever I remember "they kiss as if alone, as if not bound" from the tog script I swear I sit there and just can't breathe for a minute

[raedear]

unexpectedly optimistic update re: TOG 2... another screenwriter (Sarah L Walker) has been added to the film's credits alongside Greg.

it looks like she was there in Italy while they were filming in 2022, so she's not a recent addition (just late being added to IMDb); she's an out lesbian so I hope she added her unique personal perspective to the script!!!

👀👀👀👀👀👀

phenomenal spot nonnie, thank you

[flow2024]

so if i remember correctly the original tog script, which i can't verify right now but might be able to later, mentioned nile having a dream of quynh that specifically involved her getting out of the coffin and describing rust etc and her just. Breaking out. This is if my memory serves. which if it does. would suggest that akasha being the one to rescue quynh is likely a later addition

[skyfallscotland]

Okay so Ive been rereading F&F (again. sue me) and i just realized smth…. third book wont be out for at least another year… no Remi Version? :(( I mean i know we dont even have T&T yet but i still wanted to ask (no pressure) what your plans were for pt 3? Are you gonna go your own way? Wait for book three? not write one at all?

i will live everything regardless ahahh

So Truth and Talon I plan on taking in a different direction to Iron Flame (not that I've gotten there yet). There'll be some similarities and familiar plotlines of course, but you'll notice pretty early on that we're...expanding on that and one particular plotline that should emerge in part two will take us well off-script if I run with it.

So if there is to be a third fic after I finish this one (I already have a name ngl lmao), it will be entirely dependant on where I can imagine taking it and its release will depend on when I finish the other things I have to write this year. I have a bunch of Xaden/Violet fics I want to write, more ACOTAR, maybe TOG if I like it enough? And I want to finish an original manuscript before mid-year haha.

So no, it won't depend on Empyrean 3, rather a bunch of other factors together I think. I won't lie though, it would be nice to have some insight on how they expect to solve The Problem 😂

[hephs-thighs]

totally agreed re: the narrative limitations of the sequel... in fact, I've only seen one example that could be considered even remotely effective (it was a fan script that someone wrote a few months ago), and that had to make some pretty big changes (ie: what Moose did for a living, inventing a main villain who wasn't Quynh, not introducing any new immortals or immortal powers, etc)... and I'm pretty sure those changes won't be incorporated into the film, at least based on what we've seen from set photos/heard from test screening reports, etc.

At this point, maybe it's better that the movie remains a bittersweet "what if", rather than a total laughingstock. *beleaguered sigh*

I saw that fan script, but I haven't actually read it yet. I mean to one of these days!

We're on the same wavelength - it's certainly possible for a satisfying TOG sequel to be made, but not easily, and it doesn't seem that they've managed it.

Personally I'd prefer that they release it even if it's terrible, unless it has something atrociously out of character that would sour the fandom's impressions of the first film. Other than that, I can discard any sequel canon I find stupid and still enjoy any good aspects. All of the actors are so good, and I'd love to see more of those characters, even if it's within a bad movie LOL.

*joins you in beleaguered sighing*

[knoepfchen]

Agatha Christie-inspired reality TV fic?!??! 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

Hellooo friend 💙

So Agathe Christie inspired is perhaps saying a little much, but the whole thing came from a conversation we had where we spoke about how funny it would be if Nicky was in a White Lotus style resort and thought Joe, his one night stand, had been murdered overnight and then they'd do a Poirot-style lockdown trying to find the murderer, when in reality, Joe had just gotten up early for a hike with Andy and didn't tell Nicky.

In my mind this would make a perfect script for a cracky 90min murder mystery film. Sort of, Knives Out, but like, TOG.

‘Thank you, by the way.' Nicky dragged his gaze from where he'd been staring at the tall salt trees lining the path they're walking up to look at Nile. It took a while for the words she said to make sense in his mind. The afternoon sun gave everything a warm haze, and he found that he'd entered holiday mode already, processing everything at half speed. 'Hmm? Of course,' he replied, absentmindedly smiling at her. 'Don't you want to know what for?" Nile nudged him gently with her shoulder, dark eyes twinkling in the sunlight. She'd been the one to suggest making the most of the bank holidays by going on a short trip, and she'd been the one to look up the resort they are now hiking towards. Nicky assumed she was thanking him for the company. When he didn't say anything, she sighed, playfully put upon. ‘Thank you for wearing that shirt.’ Nicky looked down at himself. He was wearing a blue linen shirt, slightly washed out but comfortable and light, perfect for a holiday. There was humour in Nile's tone that he didn't understand, he thought this was one of his better shirts. 'Let's put it this way—no one's gonna think you're my boyfriend, should I wanna get laid.' Nicky laughed and it felt like a breeze through fresh laundry in the sun, the way holidays were supposed to feel. 'Then we better find someone for you.’

(WIP Game)

[sindirimba]

the original script for tog had mentions of other immortals that died with andy and quynh and I liked they they didn’t actually go there—no new friends idc lol—but it feels like they’re working newbies into pt2. and just generally opening up the universe which i wouldn’t mind if they actually focused on quynh first but it’s doesn’t seem that way especially with the new evil immortal in the shadows. i know trailers lie though so im hoping this one does because otherwise it’s walking back most of the lore in the silliest way. i do like what we’ve seen of tuah tho!

it could definitely go wrong in a lot of ways. i'm holding out hope because there's been several things that have gotten me excited, most recently the little clip with nile and uma thurman. but like you said trailers love to lie, and famously the trailer for the first movie had bits that weren't even in the final cut. so i think the best course right now is to take everything coming out with a huge grain of salt.

IF tuah is meant to be yitzhak, that is exciting, even though he's so potentially different from the comics. the idea of an immortal records keeper is interesting! and if this is true, i'm dying to know how they introduce him and how they avoid the cousin oliver "btw this new character you've never heard of is super important we swear" thing.

[abiyaabi]

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