#[ sappy sibling reunion! ]

[reddawnmultimuse]

. starter for @musesofchaos | kaia

“I’m sorry, Ame. We’ll be home soon, I promise, hn.” Deidara whispers to his baby boy he snuggles him to his chest. All he got was a weak grunt as Ame hugs the blue stuffed dog he got during his hospital stay.

Ame had caught the flu which developed into pneumonia, and he had to spend the last three weeks on oxygen in a children’s hospital. It was the scariest moment of Deidara’s life. Thankfully, Ame recovered, and they’d finally been discharged.

However, before leaving back to their home village, Deidara wanted to buy a few things since his son still wasn’t at one-hundred percent. Stuff like orange juice and snacks. This is so he didn’t have to do it once home and Ame could rest.

So, that’s what they were doing, shopping in a supermarket. Thankfully, since it was so early, it was quiet with not many people and Deidara wasn't to worried about being recognized. Or so he thought.

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Japan is Winning on Kisses & Other Alternate Realities

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

March 2024 Wk 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

Two Worlds (Thurs IQIYI) ep 3 of 10 - It would be great if we got the alternative romance with dead Kram from Tai’s perspective (JBL style.) Still I like this show. It’s a little bit like I Feel You Linger in the Air only with a love triangle. And while I'm not a fan of triangles as a general rule, I don’t mind it here because the set up is clever. Wayu and  ao are fun sides too. It sure is moving very quickly, which I like. I’m not entirely sure what’s going on. But that’s normal for me with this kind of Thai drama. 

Deep Night (Thurs iQiyi) ep 4 of 8 - They are extremely sappy boyfriends. I love that mom has a secret gf. Could we please have more of them? The love triangle sides are ridiculous, but I do like that it’s all out in the open. I also like they are actually addressing the complicated parental dynamics of owning a sex club. Honestly, I think Khem should have to be a host too. Learn him the right way, girl!

City of Stars (Fri iQIYI) ep 9 of 12 - It’s good, I like the fallout and them actually having to deal with crazy fans and past relationships. They’re so good at communicating it’s kind of a pleasure to watch them suffer through external pressures, because I have faith that they can make it through.

To Be Continued (Thai C3 Thailand grey) ep 6 of 8 - They are such cute puppy dads and so clearly meant to be together, the fact that they aren’t is just frustrating. The fight thing was stupid. And not a whole lot happened... plus singing. I’m getting fatigued with this one. 

1000 Years Old ep 7 of 12 - Did I miss something happening, or did nothing happen? 

Kiseki Chapter 2 (Sun iQIYI) ep 2 of 6 - It’s so boring, there’s so much guitar playing, and it got weirdly voyeuristic (in a very much not sexy way). I’m totally out. DNF

Close Friend Season 3: Soju Bomb! (Weds iQIYI) ep 3 of 6 - I can’t tell if this is trying to be a BL Romancing the Stone, or a BL Hangover, or both. The problem with situational comedy is it must be both situational and comedic, not just option one. The problem with calling something BL, is that it must be BL. This show got 1 of 3 claims correct. 33% is not a passing grade. DNF 

Honestly, it's the HANDS with these two. They do beautiful beautiful things with their hands. If you're one of those hands-obsessed BLabies you should be watching LIBTSTA!

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Unknown (Taiwan Tues Youku YouTube & Viki) ep 6 of 11 - So the worst finally happened. The mountain of pain has fallen down upon us. And now, hopefully in the second half things get better for our boys. But what a rough ride. Normally, this is not my style of BL, but everyone is doing such a gorgeous job with it, I can’t fault it… except that it hurts. The red thread symbolism was elegantly done. I’d like to hope we get a reunion in the next one, but knowing this style of series they’re gonna draw it out. There's gonna be a more pain first.

Love is Better the Second Time Around AKA Koi wo Suru nara Nidome ga Joto (Japan Weds Gaga) ep 4 of 6 - Those fuck me puppy dog eyes were perfectly executed. I would not have been able to resist either. Gosh they are so damn cute. This is a great show.

Jazz for Two (Korea Gaga/grey) eps 1-2 of 8 - This comes from the Shoulder to Cry On team so I'm scared, but this one is all actors* not idols so maybe they'll be braver. Boy howdy does it have a fantastic opening sequence. Also the lead is fucking adorable. Mr Broody McBroodypants is cute too. Korea sure loves “pretty but broken.” On the JBL end of the spectrum, is everyone in love with their siblings? That’s weird. The dining room scene was painful. All in all, it's good, I'm intrigued. Let's see how you go little show.

I stand absolutely corrected the lead is a member of NEWKIDD (in my defense I'd never heard of them until Build Up last month). I did recognize him from To My Star because at the time I thought he was too pretty to be only a side character.

AntiReset (Taiwan Fri Viki/Gaga) ep 10 fin - Again there was overuse of previous footage and maudlin navel-gazing grief over something we knew was going to happen. So I didn’t really feel much emotional connection to the drama. 7 year time gap.? t was a cute reunion but the moral quandary never really got resolved. I don’t know how to rate this, I’m not sure I will ever watch it again, so that is a big mark against it.

There’s nothing objectively wrong with this BL except how upsetting it is because of the foundational pygmalion story - grown man falls in love with an android who is basically both his slave and, by maturity level, a child. Yet that premise is crystal clear from the get go, so we watch it eyes open. The actors are cute, the romance sweet, the physical chemistry on point (of course, it’s Taiwan) and yet I was left ultimately unsettled by the concept, content, and plot. 7/10 

My Strawberry Film (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 7 of 8 - I'm so ready for this to be over, and for Gaga to have something good on. Soon please?

It's done, ready to binge, but I suck

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps

It's airing but...

Graduation Countdown (Taiwan YouTube) - It's too much to ask me to keep up with 2 minute verticals, I don't have that kind of TikTok endurance training. Waiting to binge.

A Secretly Love (Thai Sat WeTV grey) 10 eps - I watched the first ep but grey is too much work for this inferior of a show. I may pick up and binge if it gets distribution but for now, it gets a DNF from me. KimCop might have held this crap together but Kim without Cop? No thank you.

Lady Boy Friends (Thai WeTV grey) 16 eps - reminds me a bit too much of Diary of Tootsies only high school. Not my thing. DNF unless it turns a corner and is truly amazing.

Tangential to the genre

There has been the occasional discussion on this topic here in this little corner of tumblr so I thought there might be a few intersted in this podcast: AmericanThaiGuy Ron Weaver on the Complicated Issue of Racism in Thailand (The Bangkok Podcast)

Thailand passed its Marriage Equality bill through the lower house. It's expected to pass the high house and get signed by the King, but that hasn't quite happened yet.

And MaxTul dropped a photo shoot.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Starting Soon

3/31 Only Boo! (Thai GMMTV YouTube) 12 eps - New main couple for GMMTV in an idol romance about a boy who dances good and a food stand vendor. Other side of the tracks grumpy/sunshine pair who fall deeply in love but, of course, baby boy idol can't date. Boyband but from GMMTV? Control your singing and I'm game.

3/31 The Next Prince (Thai ????) 12 eps - trailer. ZeeNew in a fantasy/historical set in a palace where Zee plays a knight and Nu a prince - YES PLEASE. (Apparently this is just the pilot, not the start of the actual show, see comments.)

4/1 Love is like a Cat (Korea ????) 12 eps - This completed filming Aug 2022(!) which means there have been serious problems with post-production. This is another of Silkwood's Korean+Thai colab projects. Mew Suppasit plays a rookie film star, called the Cat Prince (for his cold arrogance) who goes up against a charismatic puppyish animal daycare director (JM of JUST B). There is a side romance (love triangle?) with a veterinarian. Geonu of JUST B is also in the cast. Dual languages.

Hum, trash-watch-a-licious?

4/3 We Are (Thai GMMTV YouTube iQIYI) 12 eps - University ensemble BL featuring PondPhuwin, WinnySatang, AouBoom, MarcPawinPoon - basically the good kind of messy gay friendship group (so more My Engineer and less Only Friends). Looks a bit like the Kiss series but everyone is queer. I'm IN!

4/11 Living With Him AKA Kare no Iru Seikatsu (Japan ????) 10 eps - Kindly Ryota goes off to uni only to find his new roommate is his childhood bestie, Kazuhito. Kazuhito doesn’t have a girlfriend and Ryota tries to help him figure out why, they fall in love along the way. Same director as Old Fashion Cupcake.

4/11 Gray Shelter AKA Gray Currents (Korea ????) 4 eps - SooHyuk is only just surviving and reunites with YoonDae, an old friend. They end up living together. One of the leads is played by Choco of Choco Milk Shake.

4/18 At 25:00, in Alaska AKA 25 Ji, Akasaka de (Japan Gaga - may not be global) 10 eps - Yuki lands his first starring role in a BL drama alongside superstar Asami (previously his senior at uni). Said superstar suggests they form a sham relationship until filming concludes. As they actually begin to fall in love, the spotlight begins to burn.

Seriously? You're killing me with these titles, boys.

4/26 My Stand-In (Thai iQIYI) 12 eps - adaptation of Chinese novel "Professional Body Double" by Shui Qiang Cheng. Stars Up (Lovely Writer) and Poom (Bake Me Please) directed by the same team as KP (not a recommendation IMHO - my biggest criticism of that show was the clashing directing styles). This one looks well complicated, lemme try: Joe is a stuntman for famous actor Tong. Joe falls in love with Ming but Ming sees Joe as nothing more than a Tong-replacement. After learning this horrible truth, Joe dies. Joe then wakes up in the body of another man also named Joe. He manages to rebuild the same life as before—with the same people eventually re-meeting Ming. Ming wants Joe back but Joe doesn't understand why. But Ming seems to know what's going on and wants to give him some kind of explanation.

I'm exhausted just trying to describe the plot.

Knock-Knock Boys (Thai WeTV) - 4 college friends conspire to help their friend lose his virginity. Familiar faces like Seng (yes, Billy's previous partner) and Best, news here.

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

NOTE: It looks like one of my personal favorites of last year Unintentional Love Story is getting a spin off!

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENT

Just these two, in my head, rent free. Thanks Japan!

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are too much work.

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @rocketturtle4

If ya wanna be tagged each week leave a comment and I will add you to the template. Easy peesy. (With so many tags when does a weekly tumblr post become a newsletter? That is this week's philosophical question...)

[darthfrodophantom]

Nostalgic Dannyversary post incoming. (I’m sorry, it gets sappy).

I wasn’t one of the lucky few who got to catch the first episode that fateful 4/3/04 day. I didn’t have cable, so I didn’t even know it was a show that existed. I never even saw a commercial.

So summer of 2004, I was visiting my grandparents. I was stuck inside with horrible cramps from a torturous menstrual cycle and couldn’t swim in the backyard with the rest of my family. I flipped idly through the channels looking for something to drown out the squeals of fun from my siblings and cousins and happened upon the Nickelodeon channel.

I had no idea what I was watching, but the animation style caught my eye as something new and I was intrigued by a white haired boy who could fly. I watched him transform and immediately needed to know what was going on. Turns out I’d stumbled into the middle of Bitter Reunions. I had no idea what was happening, but I laughed at the quick and clever writing style and felt even more curious about why this boy had powers.

Another episode came on next (I think it was Attack of the Killer Garage Sale or One of a Kind - the marathon aired them out of order) and I saw the intro for the first time. I bopped along with the beat, cramps quickly forgotten, and saw the intro for the first time and finally had a better idea why this boy could fly, but oh was it only the tip of the iceberg. I watched 3-4 episodes that day and tried to catch as many more as I could until we left.

I actually didn’t think about the show too much after that until we finally got cable in 2005. I immediately remembered this show and tried to find any episodes I could. I watched some as they reran and some as they aired live, but I kept hoping I’d somehow find the first episode. I’d seen Mystery Meat, but I kept feeling like there had to be a first episode where they covered the accident and I just kept missing it. So then I went to the internet, found out there wasn’t a first episode about the accident, and immediately went to fanfiction to find someone’s take on it.

Six months later I published the first chapter of Tortured Truth and a month after that, the first chapter of A Secret Uncovered. The rest, as they say, is history.

So thank you, Danny Phantom, for 20 amazing years. You have played a monumental role in my life. You introduced me to some amazing friends, taught me how to write creatively, encouraged me to get better at writing, inspired me to try my hand at drawing, got me into play by posts with my best friend which helped me get through college, and fostered my creativity more than any other fandom has. You were my gateway into the fandom life, and I’ve loved every minute of it.

Thank you Danny Phantom 💚

(Please share some of your early experiences with the show! I’d love to hear them!)

[warabidakihime]

VIGILANTE SHIT

Characters: Dabi x Y/N

Plot Summary: The past will never disappear, and you will reap what you sow whether you like it or not.

Content Warning: Implied violence, smut, profanities, and psychological stuff that can be triggering for some of you. Minors DNI.

Fic Playlist: vengeance, vigilante shit, animal farm, anti-hero, akuma no ko.

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Shiny, sparkling stars and other celestial bodies that were invisible to the naked eye covered the dark sky, and normally you would be overjoyed while marveling at the breathtaking view, but instead you're catching your breath because you were just sobbing in your room a few moments ago until your boyfriend picked you up, and now you're riding shotgun as Dabi blazes through the highway, driving you as far away from that godforsaken household as he can using the car that he had just stolen from a random person.

You were still hiccupping in your seat, and each time Dabi heard you choke out a cry, his grip on the steering wheel got tighter and tighter. It took everything in him not to swerve around and drive back to your family, burning them to crisp.

He's not one to let his emotions get the best of him, but with the amount of time he's spent with you and how much your bond has grown in the last year, he has learned to accept the fact that he's a lot more sensitive than he thought. 

It's Christmas Eve, and much to your dismay, your entire family has gathered for a reunion. Honestly, you didn't mind that much and considered this a good opportunity to patch things up with your family, especially your parents and older brother.

A part of you no longer believes reconciliation is possible, but you still want to try, at least for one last time. Dabi already told you it's pointless and that it's impossible for them to change. That it would literally take a miracle for them to realize their fuckups and apologize for repeatedly hurting you.

Usually, someone would get so hurt at hearing such discouraging words, but you know there's truth to what he's saying; you're just too stubborn to admit it and too delusional to accept the fact that a broken glass can no longer be fixed to the way it once was.

Dabi looked over to you, and for a moment, he saw a young version of himself in you. An abrupt chuckle slipped through his lips, and since it was so quiet in the car, you heard him, so you turned to him. When he saw your tear-stained cheeks, your red nose, and your puffy chapped lips, his eyes immediately softened.

"What's so funny?"

His smirk returned, and he turned his attention back to the road. His grip on the steering wheel finally loosened.

"Nothing. I just find it funny that somehow two individuals with similar upbringings crossed paths and ended up together. I think it's what you sappy, lovesick girls call fate."

You, like Dabi, come from a prominent family of heroes and public officers. Your parents work for the government, but your siblings are heroes with impressive resumes. You don't stray too far from the tree since you have a gleaming and outstanding track record of your own.

As shiny and admirable as they may seem in the public eye, they are far from being admirable behind closed doors. Your father, who is a member of the government cabinet, is the sleaziest man you've ever known. 

He's a misogynistic piece of shit who craves nothing but power and wealth. Meanwhile, your mother is the secretary of the Department of Health. She's mostly known for being a "philanthropist," but in reality she's a conniving bitch who uses her crocodile tears to get what she wants. 

Like your father, she also craves power, and so in the upcoming elections, they both plan to run for the highest position.

As for your siblings, one of your brothers inherited your parents' wicked genes, while the other two were too indoctrinated to go up against them, which leaves you as the family's lone wolf.

And as your parents' kid, it is your "responsibility" to live up to their name, which is why you have been under great pressure since you were a child. Your father, in particular, expected you to be the greatest and has stated that he will not take second place, which has led you to your present predicament.

Your parents didn't care if you graduated with honors and have a stellar hero record from your work studies because you weren't the first. Honestly, you’re at your breaking point.

"I don't have time for your teasing, Dabi." You huffed,

"Well, I'm still going to annoy the hell out of you anyway." He snickered

"I should've listened to you." You looked up at the sky with eyes oozing with resentment and despair, as if each star would burst the longer you stared at it, and honestly, who can blame you?

"Damn right, but you're one naughty girl, so here you are, brokenhearted once again."

You glared at him, "Do you really have to rub it in? Aren't you supposed to comfort your girlfriend?"

"Villains don't have hearts, remember? Your narcissistic mother told you that, right?"

"You're kind of proving her point right now though," you pouted, to which your boyfriend mimicked your pout.

He’s such a jerk, but he’s your jerk.

"I don't care what she thinks of me, but I can dispel her claim in one sentence."

You raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend; now curious as to what he's going to say to counter what your mother said about villains.

"You feel safer with me, a villain, than with your entire family, with whom you supposedly should feel the safest and most secure."

When he puts it that way…

"Our first meeting wasn't exactly safe, though. You almost killed me," you deadpanned, recalling your first meeting with Dabi.

*

You were on work study, patrolling the streets of Kyoto, when you came upon him in a dark alleyway. You hadn't intended to engage him, but he was quick to notice you, and one thing led to another, and you found yourself cornered by him.

"Oho, if it isn't a UA mouse playing superhero," he said in a condescending tone, "didn't your teacher teach you not to turn your back on your enemy? Now look at you. The big bad villain caught you."

Those were his first words to you. 

Normally, you'd have something clever to counter his mockery, but everything happened so fast that your head went mushy. It doesn't help that his blue eyes have effectively charmed you. You can't help but stare in awe at him. 

And in all honesty, you didn't know what to do at that time, as you're far too weak compared to him. Not to imply you're incompetent; in fact, you're one of the top three in your school, and you're likely to hold your spot until graduation, once UA honors their new crop of top heroes-to-be. You assume that Hado, your underclassman, will be included given her practically boundless potential.

The villain in front of you  is simply too strong and dangerous for you to face alone.

Dabi cocked his head sideways and continued to peer at you, also captivated by how attractive you are for some reason. He noted in his mind that your height complimented his, and the length of your hair is to his liking too.

"Where's your sidekick? Patrolling these dangerous alleyways by yourself is very brave—almost audacious of you, don't you think?"

"You're not deserving of any responses from me; if you're going to kill me, just get on with it," you scowled at him.

"Be careful what you wish for; unlike you heroes, we don't halt time and get the job done quickly," he said, clutching your neck.

You instinctively grasped his hand in an attempt to loosen his grip on you, but your strength was outmatched by his. Your heart started to beat faster as fear continued to seep through your skin, even more so when you felt heat burn your skin. 

It's most likely that he has a flame-wielding quirk.

"P-Please—"

"Hm? What's that, Hero-chan?" Dabi said, raising an eyebrow.

"Please let me go," you choked out as you squirmed under his grip.

"What if I don't want to? What will you do about it?"

I don't have time for this...

You groaned internally, but you should have known better than to allow your inner monologue to run wild in your head since you know it will show on your face.

Dabi grinned as he finally let go of you and grabbed you by the chin instead. His thumb caressing your bottom lip which sent electricity down your spine and made your heart skip a beat. 

Of course, the villain took notice of this.

"Now, don't be so impatient; I'm just trying to get to know you, though I do enjoy the way you look at me."

"Well, I don't," you snarled angrily at him, shaking your head in the hopes of breaking free from his clutches, and this time, Dabi let you go and merely chuckled darkly in response to your sassy comeback. 

He still has one arm over you, though, and to be honest, the anxiety you're feeling is more than enough to keep you there.

"Say... you single?"

You glared at him coldly as you contemplated whether to entertain his question or finally take action to escape from the predicament you were in.

You could escape by manipulating his blood, immobilizing him, and then freezing his limbs to the ground for good measure. Your quirk, liquid and air manipulation, is a hybrid of your parents’ respective quirks. You inherited liquid manipulation from your mother and air manipulation from your father. 

The combination of the two has made you undeniably strong and highly flexible. Liquid manipulation allows you to control any liquid. From large pools of liquid to various sorts of chemicals to even human blood, which is extremely useful in battle, air manipulation is pretty much self-explanatory; while it has the ability to replenish life, it also has the ability to kill. You can suffocate someone by manipulating the air in their body and killing them.

You have a strong command over your quirk, thanks to your UA mentors, and you can wield it at will. Before, you could only move small amounts of water, but now they have become fatal to anyone that will receive your wrath. 

"...yes."

Dabi usually has great control over his emotions. But when he found out you're single, for some reason he couldn't help but grin and feel good. In his mind, it's his lucky day today because he found a shiny, new toy to play with. 

And maybe, just maybe, a super small part of him is genuinely interested in you. He may be a ruthless villain, but at the end of the day, he's also human, and people can't help who they potentially fall for.

"So what type of guys do you like?"

By now you had a deadpan expression on your face as you stared at the man in front of you.

Is he serious right now?

"Certainly not you."

Dabi merely shrugged and continued to taunt you, "You don't know that. I know a trick or two to change your mind," he said, winking, and you hated yourself for giving him the reaction he wanted from you.

Your cheeks instantly turned scarlet, and your eyes were as big as saucers; you also appeared to be itching to get back at him, but no words came out of your mouth, leaving you to bite your bottom lip so hard that blood slowly began to seep from the ripped-up flesh.

You averted your gaze from him as he laughed.

"Oh, how cute. You have a beauty mark here." You instantly freeze when he brushes his calloused fingers along the juncture of your neck, which happens to be one of your sweet spots.

Before you could stop yourself, a soft whimper escaped your lips. 

Dabi smirked as he lingered his finger over your smooth skin.

As time goes by, the number of goosebumps on your skin would increase and at this point, you're worried about your legs giving up on you but Dabi made damn sure you are caged snuggly against the wall. 

He kept dragging his finger across your flesh, first tracing your collarbone then hanging his fingertips dangerously close to your cleavage.

"S-Stop."

Dabi came to a halt almost immediately as if he was in a trance that he flinched ever so slightly.

In that very moment, both infatuation and shame swept over him, erasing the arrogant expression on his face.

His eyes trailed from your chest up to your eyes as foreign feelings or emotions he'd buried long ago started to resurface, and they swirled around in his turquoise eyes, and your cerulean eyes took notice of this.

Dabi grabbed your chin, his thumb stroking your bottom lip as he slowly came to his senses. The cheeky smirk he had a few minutes before reappeared on his lips, he leaned down, and you reflexively closed your eyes, maybe bracing yourself for the worst.

Either you'll die right there and then, or he'll graciously let you go. And although you are aware that the latter is unlikely, you continue to pray for a miracle.

However, instead of being enveloped in flames, you felt his hot breath fan your ear, causing your insides to churn. And it wasn't until you completely opened your eyes that you noticed he had taken a step closer to you, his body practically pressing against yours.

"Getting myself a cute lamb wasn't on my to-do list, but here we are." He murmured in your ear, and you swore it was the sexiest voice you'd ever heard.

Not that you'd ever say it out loud.

"These days, I go by the name Dabi, so feel free to address me as such."

He drew away after his so-called introduction, and finally decided to let you go and fled the scene.

Ever since your first encounter, you avoided patrolling in that same area as you were terrified of crossing paths with him again. You made excuses after excuses to your agency and your school, eventually heeded your request, but even after changing your assigned route, Dabi managed to find you again, but your second meeting was rather  (for a lack of a better word) more enchanting compared to the first time you two met in that dark alleyway.

You were in the midst of preventing another villain from carrying out their atrocity when, to your surprise, Dabi assisted you in apprehending the cretin. You were tackling him on the road to keep him from fleeing as you waited for backup when he emerged and strangled the villain until he passed out. 

You were taken aback by his audacious and out-of-character gesture.

"Why?" You blurted out while looking at him, disbelief written all over your face. 

Dabi flashes you a boyish smile as he approaches you. "You two were having so much fun wrestling each other that I couldn't contain my jealousy, so I did something about it. You're welcome, by the way."

True to your nature, disgust was immediately painted on your face, but Dabi simply shrugged and walked closer to you, but unlike the last time, his approach was a bit cautious to ensure his safety and not scare you away because you're in an open area this time.

It will be easier for you to flee.

"Good to see you again, Hero-chan."

"Stop calling me that," you hissed, clearly irritated by the nickname he gave you.

"Once you give me your name, I will."

"Over my dead body."

"Well, aren't you a feisty one?" He said, chuckling, "Then again, they say short people have a short fuse to match, eh?"

That caught you off guard and rendered you speechless, much to the villain's delight.

It's only your second meeting, but he's already having a blast with you.

You are definitely the type of person that others want to tease all the time, he thought to himself as he continued to look at you. 

A sly smile made its way to his face when he caught a glimpse of a very familiar beauty mark he had found on your neck.

"What are you doing here?" you asked.

Dabi grinned before answering your question, "I spotted a damsel in distress, so I came to her rescue." 

"If you're referring to me, I am far from a damsel in distress; I can bear my own weight," you grumbled.

"Regardless, I saved your ass; where is my thank you?"

"Now look who's playing hero; I didn't need your help," you scoffed.

"Interesting, because the image of a true hero that I have in mind is someone who leaps into action without hesitation, someone who is altruistic to a fault."

"Well, since you're hanging the fact that you helped me over my head, you don't fit the qualifications; do you want me to award you a medal? An applause?"

Dabi smirked at you, but it lacked the usual intimidation that he usually exudes. Instead of looking like the menacing villain that he is, he looked like one of those mischievous boys you meet in school. He then pretended to cough and turned around for a bit to cover the redness on his cheeks.

Dabi feels ecstatic that you're responding to him in full sentences now, but there's also a part of him that is annoyed because of how strongly he reacted to you. 

Honestly, with just a few more jabs from you, he might get too excited.

"What do you want from me?" You said it to him loud and clear, which made him snap out of his daze.

"What do you mean?"

You grumbled, visibly sick of his mind games, "You certainly didn't find me by chance, so tell me what you want."

"Hmm... a lot, actually, but for now, I'll ask for three things so I don't overwhelm you."

You couldn't help but chuckle  at what he said, and Dabi, of course, took note of your melodious laughter; seeing you give (somewhat) positive responses increased his confidence significantly.

He sure does have a way with words. Makes him all the more dangerous.

You thought to yourself

 "And what are they?"

"First and foremost," Dabi grinned, "I'd like to know your name."

You kind of saw it coming, but you were still slightly flabbergasted when he asked for your name. 

You shouldn't tell him your name because he might use it against you, but if you don't, he might bother you even more.

After a short moment of contemplation, you sighed and scowled at him as you gave him your name, "F/N. I'm not telling you my last name."

Dabi shrugged. "That's fine with me; now, for the second thing, give me your phone number."

"What the hell? Do you actually think I'd give a villain my contact information?"

"Yes."

This guy—I want to punch him so bad!

You should not give him any further personal information.

You shouldn't, but for some reason, his aura seemed tamer—and, dare you say, safer—than the first time you two met. You have a very high regard for your intuition because it's rarely wrong, and right now, your gut is telling you that you could trust Dabi.

I mean, if he does something fishy, I can always change my phone number.

To be absolutely honest, you're also interested in where this will take you.

The big, bad villain has successfully piqued your interest, apparently.

"...Do you have your phone ready? I'll recite my number once, and that'll be it; I don't care if you catch all of it or not."

Without a word, Dabi showed you his phone, indicating he was ready, and so you quickly gave him your contact details.

"What's the last thing you want? Make it quick; I need to surrender this villain to the authorities before he regains his consciousness."

"I can dispose of him for you if you want," Dabi suggested and your reaction almost made him double over laughing because you looked so horrified.

In hindsight, your reaction made it crystal clear to him that you two are polar opposites.

"I guess you can knock him out again when he wakes up."

"Oh, so now you want my help?"

You had a very faint smile when you replied to him, "Just this once."

"Just this once, huh?"

"Yep, just this once."

You turned to face him after a period of silence.

Any annoyance that was radiating from your eyes when you first laid eyes on him this afternoon was long gone, but you are still on alert.

"So, what's the last thing you want from me?"

You frowned internally at what you're doing right now.

You intended to amuse him for a short time to relieve his boredom so that he could finally leave you alone, but all you've done is increased the likelihood of you two crossing paths again.

However, your meeting with Dabi today has convinced you that he is not someone you can just shake off.

Dabi stepped closer to you until he was just a few inches away, and the same anxiousness that you felt when you first met him in the dark alley crept back into your skin. You instinctively took a step back and gradually established a stance in case he ultimately dropped the friendly act and attacked you.

He gradually lifted his hand, making you even more apprehensive.

"The last thing I want from you is for you to be my friend." Dabi said as he offered his hand for a handshake, and the gesture gave you the strongest whiplash known to man.

"What?"

"You heard what I said."

"But...why?"

"Do you need a reason to befriend someone?"

"I don't mean to offend, but if a wanted criminal wants to befriend me, I have every right to be skeptical," you said, your face soulless.

Dabi shook his head in amusement and grinned, "Touche. Well, what if we first became acquainted? Would that suffice?"

You looked at him as if he'd sprouted two more heads, and he just stood there with a fucking smile on his face, waiting for your response.

"A hero and a villain as friends? Is that even possible?" you wondered out loud.

"Why don't we try it out and see?" Dabi shrugged.

You're not going to admit it out loud, but you're intrigued as well.

You're wondering if a hero and a villain can be amicable, let alone friends.

"Fine, but I have several conditions," you told him.

"Shoot."

You let out a sigh.

I can't believe I was persuaded into doing this.

This is considered coercion, right?

"First, this “friendship” will be on trial for three months, with you only permitted to contact me three times each month; second, for three months, don't commit any crimes; if I see or hear you did something, consider our "friendship" over. And third..." You paused and looked away, your cheeks heating up due to sheer shyness.

Dabi raised an eyebrow, which was soon followed by a cheeky smile, "And?"

You sighed for the umpteenth time and looked at him, saying, "Don't call me unannounced. Give me a heads up, so I can p-prepare myself."

"Pinky promise." he said while holding his pinky, ushering you to do the same, which you did.

His pinky finger felt incredibly rough against yours, but it also felt warm.

You gave him a curt nod and said, "I better get going. I need to escort this guy to the police station."

As you were about to retrieve your pinky, Dabi grabbed your entire hand and gave it a firm shake.

"I guess we will be seeing each other more often, huh, y/n?"

Now, why did your name have to roll out so smoothly from his lips? It sounded so natural that it made your heart jump and flutter.

"Don't push your luck," you grumbled as you returned his handshake.

*

And Dabi certainly made your time together worthwhile throughout those three months.

To your surprise, he followed all of your conditions so religiously that he almost seemed like a saint to you, and you found yourself growing fonder of him as you spent more time with him. 

The majority of your meetings consisted of him annoying the hell out of you, but as you spent more time together, the two of you gradually blurred the lines, entirely ignoring your respective positions in society, with you as a full-fledged hero and him as a high-profile villain.

You had every intention of not developing feelings for him; at one point, you even tried to push him away and break whatever connection you two had at the time because it was inappropriate and dangerous for the two of you to have any kind of relationship, but not even a week later, you caved in and welcomed him back into your life.

And Dabi was more than happy to stay.

Meanwhile, Dabi grossly miscalculated his sweet little infatuation he had for you.

He was convinced that he would eventually get tired of you and abandon you, but jokes on him because the more you hung out with him, the deeper and harder he fell for you. 

His once innocent and cute crush grew into something more passionate, and honestly, for someone like him who is completely emotionally shocked at such a young age, his feelings for you worried him.

Even more so when he realized he was being the same person he was before Todoroki Enji  fucked everything up in his life.

When he's with you, he's not Dabi.

He's Todoroki Touya.

You were taken aback when you learned his family background and upbringing. 

Your worlds were not as far apart as you initially assumed. Your parents and Endeavor know each other due to their line of work. Although you get along well with the other Todoroki siblings, you're not a big fan of their father since he reminds you of your own useless father.

*

"Ohhh—"

You moaned loudly and tossed your head back, huge waves of ecstasy washing over you as Dabi fucked you with his fingers in the backseat of the car. Even more so when he kissed the beauty mark you have on your neck. 

The two of you decided to park someplace else and just enjoy each other's company after driving aimlessly around the city, especially after a long, hard day.

One thing led to another, and now you have Dabi taking the role of the big spoon to a whole new level by having you lay your head on his free arm while the other does magic in your cunt; making you sing the songs of the angels in heaven.

Icy blue eyes were glued to you, observing every movement you made and every note you uttered while he made you feel good and helped you forget about every bad thing in the world. It's ironic and, in a way, poetic that a big, bad villain is the one that's been saving you right at this very moment. 

Dabi could easily lower his head down to your breasts and snag your perky nipple between his lips with one of your arms firmly wrapped over his shoulder. His hot tongue grazed the sensitive nub, triggering your first orgasm of the night.

And with your arm wrapped around him, it was easy to take a hold of his hair, and as you yanked at it, your boyfriend let out a seductive groan as he continued to lavish undivided attention on your boobs.

"Dabi—"

Dabi hummed in return, still devouring your boobs and painting circles on your clit with his finger.

 "I need you, Dabi, please—"

Dabi removed himself from your nipple without a word, but not before giving it one more nibble, to which you responded with a sultry moan, much to his satisfaction. 

He then gestured for you to scoot over so he could position himself between your legs. He also offered you the random throw pillow that was lying around in the car to make you feel more comfortable.

Once he was comfortably positioned between your legs, his cock had already been liberated from the constriction of his pants, and he was stroking it with one hand, causing pre-cum to ooze from the tip.

Watching him from your point of view was deadly. Dabi looked so enticing and sexy that you instinctively reached out to your cunt and touched yourself to relieve some of the pent-up frustration you were feeling.

"Fuck, y/n. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

Dabi became engrossed in his own fantasy as a result of your little show. 

Thousands of lewd images of you flashed through his mind, and the dirtier they got, the quicker his hand pumped his dick, nearly coming undone right then and there.

Dabi, not wanting to waste any more time, purposefully burned himself awake and finally positioned his cock directly in front of your entrance. And as soon as the tip touched your warm walls, a shudder ran down his spine, and a drawn-out moan escaped his lips as he bottomed up.

"Still so fucking tight for me, I see." Dabi grunted as he began to thrust after letting you get used to him.

As much as you wanted to respond to him, you couldn't find it in you to form any words or at least display any  semblance of attentiveness to him because of how good he was making you feel. 

Dabi then scooped you up and reclined back against the backrest without skipping a beat.

And as if you two have telepathy, you got to work and rode him.

From the outside, the car was visibly shaking, and the windows were covered in fog. It won't take long until someone notices, but at this point you don't care whether you get caught doing the deed in public.

As you rode him, your boyfriend watched you intently while fixing your hair, which he adores oh, so much.

"Look at you." He said as he caressed your sides, leaving goosebumps on your skin, "Such a good girl, taking me in so well and making me feel so good."

A faint and genuine smile formed on your face in the midst of it all.

You looked at Dabi with such tenderness and love in your eyes, and he answered with an equally soft look.

Your story went from the two of you  being natural enemies in the prologue to becoming inseparable and each other's rock in the succeeding chapters. But, like all novels, yours will come to an end. As powerful and passionate as your love for one another, you two are well aware of the fate that awaits you.

At the end of the day, you're a hero, and he's a villain.

You slowed down for a moment and cupped his cheeks,  he winced noticeably when your delicate hands touched his scarred face. His uneasiness was on the rise, but you were quicker to eliminate any doubt and self-loathing in his mind and soul by planting a passionate kiss on his lips.

Instinctively, Dabi closed his eyes and responded to the kiss. He embraced your tiny frame and pulled you closer to him while you started to pick up the pace once again, sending both of you to nirvana.

*

After the two of you finished fucking each other like rabbits, silence descended in the car.

Dabi was lazily fiddling with your hair as you were all nestled up against him. And the longer the stillness lasted, the further and deeper your mind traveled. 

Today has been an extremely long day, and the prospect of going through much more in the coming days has almost made you fear for your life. 

Dabi was right.

When you're around him, you feel safer and more at ease. 

So why not simply abandon everything and be with him forever? 

Your life would be so much better and happier.

As a youngster, you once wished to be a hero like All Might; that's why you still did your best despite everything, but your family has poisoned your views on the whole hero society. 

The hero system, as Stain stated, is a farce.

 "I am done playing hero."

Dabi's hands came to a halt as he heard what you just said.

"What?" he said, looking at you.

You turned to him, and with just one glance at you, no amount of persuasion could sway you.

You've already made up your mind, and while Dabi appreciates that you've chosen him over everyone else and that you're finally standing up for yourself, a little part of him is still a bit apprehensive.

Of course, he believes in you and your capacity to fend for yourself, but this is still a very big step for you. You will be leaving a lot of things behind. 

To him, you are one of the few people who actually deserve to be recognized and celebrated as a hero.

Is this what you really want for yourself?

"This isn't something I decided on a whim; I've been thinking about it for a while, and this is the conclusion I came up with," you explained, then completely turned around to stare right into your boyfriend's eyes.

"Take me with you, Dabi," you told him as you cupped his face, "and rescue me from the real villains."

Dabi turned away from you and glanced out the misty window, evidently pondering.

"I swear I won't hold you back; in fact, my quirk complements yours, so I'd be of great help to you. I can amplify your flames with my air quirk, and I can also cure your injuries with my water quirk; it has healing properties  and can serve as your safety net in battle—"

"You don't have to do all of those things for me to let you tag along with me, Y/N; unlike your family, I don't see you as a tool and won’t treat you as such; I was just trying to process everything; my mind's still foggy as fuck after you literally sucked the life out of me," Dabi snickered.

"As if you hadn't sucked mine," you counter, and despite the matter at hand, the two of you shared a good laugh.

"You requested, and I merely complied," Dabi shrugged. "You're welcome."

"So, are you going to adopt me or what?" you joked.

Dabi searched around the car, and when his face lit up when he found what he was searching for, you raised an eyebrow at him but kept silent.

"Woof for me, then," he said as he grabbed up his belt and put it lazily around your neck.

"Haha, very funny, Dabi," you said as you slapped his hand away.

Your boyfriend sat up straight, reached for his shirt, and handed it to you while he settled for his leather jacket.

He got back in the driver's seat and started the engine after cleaning himself up.

"Let's go back to your place."

"Huh?! Why?" you exclaimed.

"We need to get your clothes and other important things you need, dummy, because if you're going to come along with me, you'll be kissing your freedom goodbye; especially with a well-known background like yours, you'll have little to no freedom to roam around, so we'll salvage what we can until I can get you new ones."

The terror you felt when he mentioned your household has vanished after hearing his reasoning, "Oh. Right... I'm sorry."

"Wanna say good-bye to your folks? I know a fun way to do it," Dabi said as he started driving to your house.

You shifted your gaze to the stars in the vast sky, and while you pondered in silence, your eyes began to glitter with feelings that Dabi was all too familiar with. 

You looked exactly like him when he abandoned his family.

You shifted your gaze to the stars in the vast sky.

When Dabi fetched you earlier tonight, you were staring at the sky with melancholy eyes, but now you’re looking at it with eyes filled with new-found hope, although resentment still lingered and grew stronger to the point that you can feel your blood boil with rage. 

You remained silent in your seat, but Dabi knows exactly what is running through your head right now. He also knows how you feel right now since he felt the same way when he left his family and old life behind. 

The gleam in your eyes was all too familiar to him, and he vowed right then and there that he'd help you get revenge on your wretched family.

"Y/N,"

"Hmm?"

The big bad villain who turned out to be your salvation grabbed your hand, drew it towards him, and then kissed every knuckle, stinging your eyes with tears with each kiss.

"We're going to make them pay."

And that's all it took to solidify your resolve.

 An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

You sealed your pact by intertwining your pinky fingers.

[lilbadgyu]

Butterfly Fly Away: 김민규

Butterfly Fly Away by Miley Cyrus

Main Master List Seventeen Master List Word Count: 1191 Gender Neutral

Warnings: nothing huge

AN: i don't know how to put this tbh its just a sappy one because it was fathers day when i started this but its from the pov of mingyu seeing yn with their father, but also yn sees mingyu with how he is with their siblings

it was the annual family reunion with your family, and this time mingyu was joining you. you haven't seen your family in a while, and you were nervous about how they would react to mingyu. you paced back and forth in the hotel room, panicking because you couldn't find your necklace. "hey baby, calm down it's okay. nothing to worry about, we will find your necklace." mingyu said, standing by the doorway,

"no gyu, you don't get it. i have to have that necklace." you replied, beginning to hastily grab things and moving them.

mingyu walked over, putting his hand on your shoulder, "hey, hey, hey slow down there. retrace your steps." he said calmly, you turned your head to see him with his soft eyes, "just calm down okay, it's going to be okay; i am right here okay."

you took a deep breath, adjusting your jacket on your shoulders. you walked back to the bathroom, looking around and there it was; on the counter next to you and mingyu's promise rings. "aren't you forgetting something too?" you questioned, and mingyu came around the corner with his hands in his pockets.

you held up his ring, "right, right, i'm sorry." he chuckled.

you handed him his ring, and he reached and grabbed yours; putting it on your finger. "alright, are you ready to go?" mingyu asked softly, brushing his fingers over your knuckles.

"yeah i guess so." you sighed.

mingyu smiled, placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

you two headed down to the uber, and then headed to the venue where the reunion was being held. you had an amazing relationship with your family, but there was still that anxiety after not seeing them for years. especially since you moved to be with mingyu. you didn't know how your siblings would react to seeing you again.

you held onto mingyu's hand tightly, he brushed his thumb over your knuckles, and everytime he did this to calm you down; it magically worked. the uber driver pulled to a stop, and put the car in park; causing you to look to mingyu. "lets go." mingyu smiled.

mingyu got out and went around to the other side, opening the door for you. he held his hand out, you grabbed it and he helped you out of the car. you instantly clinged to mingyu's side, linking you arm with his. when you got closer to your family, your siblings began to notice the tall man walking with you. "YN! THEY'RE BACK!" your youngest sibling beamed, running to you, dodging around all the cars in the parking lot.

your siblings ran to you, jumping up and giving you a hug; wrapping their arms and legs around you. "oh my gosh you guys got so big." you chuckled.

"we haven't seen you in years, of course we got so big." you little sister laughed.

you carefully put your siblings down, "where's dad?" you questioned.

"he's talking to grandma, they're both waiting for you and to meet-" they looked up to mingyu, "are you the boyfriend?" your sister asked.

mingyu chuckled, "yes i am the boyfriend." he said, holding out his hand for them to shake.

"you're really tall." your younger brother said, looking all the way up at mingyu.

mingyu bent down, still holding onto your younger brothers hand. "do you want to see the view from up top?" mingyu asked.

your brother smiled brightly and nodded quickly, and mingyu picked your bother up and placed him on his shoulders. you walked with mingyu, your sister, and your brother; him being on mingyu's shoulders. you guys walked back to the venue and when you walked in, you were in the eye sight of everyone. they all were surprised to see you after so many years. "yn? is that my lovely yn?" your mom questioned, walking around a group of people.

mingyu carefully put your brother down, and turned to you as you went over to your mom. you gave your mom a big hug, mingyu watching from a far. "oh my gosh, you have grown so much. you look amazing, and-" your mom let out a gasp as she looked over and saw mingyu, "is this the one you've been telling me about?"

"mom, this is mingyu; mingyu this is my mom." you smiled.

"very nice to meet you mingyu, yn has told me so much about you." you mom smiled, shaking mingyu's hand.

"all good things i hope." mingyu chuckled.

your mom turned to you, “your father has been awaiting your arrival, he’s very excited to see you.” your mom explained.

you smiled and looked to mingyu before walking to go find your father. when you saw him in the distance, you felt your heart jump. after so long you were finally seeing your dad; your childhood best friend, once again. you took off, leaving mingyu behind to give your dad a big hug. “there they are!” your dad beamed once you hugged him.

“i missed you so much!” you beamed, hugging your dad tightly.

mingyu watched from a far, seeing how much your expression brightened when you talked to your dad. that was until you were calling him over; he made his way over with a smile. “dad this is mingyu, mingyu this is my dad.” you introduced them.

“it’s good to finally meet you, yn and my wife have told me a lot about you.” your dad chuckled, shaking hands with mingyu, “and may i say; i am pleased.”

mingyu chuckled, “well yn is one of the best people i’ve ever met.” mingyu said glancing to you slightly.

"that is good to hear, i am happy that you're apart of our family." your dad smiled brightly.

you looked to mingyu with wide eyes, your dad waving to both of you before walking away. "so, i guess i am a part of the family now?" mingyu questioned.

"that is one of the best things i heard him say, i literally- that makes today so much better." you sighed.

mingyu smiled, putting his arm around your shoulder; pulling you closer to him. "see everything is okay." mingyu chuckled.

--

a while later, you sat at a table with your sister; mingyu was out playing with your younger cousins. you smiled at how they were holding onto mingyu's arms, wanting to lift them up on his arms. you laughed at the scene, your sister noticing your happy state. "you really love him don't you?" she questioned.

you looked back at your sister, "what?" you questioned.

"you really do love mingyu don't you." your sister repeated.

"i mean- i uh- yeah." you replied.

your sister smiled, "yeah i knew it." she chuckled.

"well i guess, i don't know. dad said that he was happy he was apart of the family." you replied.

"i can see how he does make you really happy. i'm happy that you have him, you definitely needed him." she said.

it was true. mingyu was definitely who you needed. he made you so happy, and he made you want to be the best version of yourself. you couldn't see yourself without him either.

[softquietsteadylove]

Hello! I found my way here after I've been reading the entire AO3 storage of Thenamesh fanfiction. First of all, i love you fanfictions, thank you for writing them.

I came across the reunion fic where Eros brings Ajak and Gilgamesh back from the world forge as a wedding present for Sersi. I would like to ask you to continue this one. I'm a sucker for reunions and happy endings. Thenamesh deserves a happy ending. Can't wait for Eternals 2.

And O M G, Auntie Thena and Jack are so sweet they give me diabetes. I mean she's dancing with him SHSFSGSHFSSGSGSHSH

Everything is a muddled mess of sounds and colours and smells. But it's okay, because she can push through the mess. She can feel his heartbeat, hear his breathing next to her ear. The only colour she can see is the colour of his shirt, in which her face is buried. All she can smell is him, somehow nice and comforting and familiar despite this being, in many ways, not her Gilgamesh.

But he is. He is, though--Gilgamesh could only ever be hers, in any form, in any timeline, in any universe.

On any planet.

"Hey," he whispers against her hair as they way absently to the music.

"Hm?" she asks, although not yet bringing herself to tear away from him.

Gil understands her better than to demand it, too. He knows she's listening. "Remember the last time we danced at a wedding like this?"

"At Sersi's last wedding," Thena sighs from within his embrace. "You asked me to dance."

"You're a great dancer."

"Only with you," she answers easily, and he wraps his arms around her, spinning her in his arms in agreement. She presses her breathy - watery - laugh into his chest. "I remember."

"You were unhappy all day."

"I was not unhappy," Thena shakes her head, even though they're arguing for the fun of it. "I could never be unhappy with you."

Gil holds her hands in his and spins her around. "And you used to call me a sappy romantic."

But Thena keeps her eyes on him, keeps him in her sights like her life depends on it. "I suppose I'm feeling sentimental."

Gilgamesh pulls her against him again, swaying them, holding her hand in his as firm as their embrace but as gentle as her featherlight heart against his chest. "We made a bet on who we thought would get married next."

Thena sighs against him, opening her eyes to catch Druig and Makkari watching them from the edge of the room. They've been on edge since the appearance of Eros, and even now that he's gone, the pair are still hovering along the perimeter. They're feeling protective of her, which she thinks is endearing for siblings she considers younger than her. "I'm still convinced they've gotten married in some way and just aren't telling us."

"Maybe they don't think they have to," Gilgamesh offers softly, running his hands over her back. They come to a stop slowly and absently, as if they had been letting the breeze take them. "I believe you said something to that affect."

"I should have said yes sooner."

His eyes soften as she buries herself in him again, trying to envelop herself with every fibre of his being. He secures his arms around her, but she nuzzles in closer. He kisses the top of her head. "I don't mind."

Thena's voice is thin and hazy again, her tears making themselves known again. "I thought we had time."

"We do now," he promises. He can do nothing to erase what she has endured in his absence, nor can he undo decisions they never made because of how their lives unfolded. But he can promise her now, and he can promise her his future.

Thena pulls her head up to look at him, those green eyes glittering like the seas they used to watch over. They flutter closed again as he kisses her.

"You have always been my wife," he promises her. There's no lie in it--as far as either of them is concerned, they have been bound together for thousands and thousands of years. "I don't need anyone to tell me that."

Thena relishes in his affection, letting it be a balm for her broken and aching heart.

Gil, as he always has, senses her pain and seeks to ease it. "So, you're open to it now, is what you're saying?"

"In an instant," she whispers to him, closing her fists around his shirt sleeves.

Gil starts swaying them again, dancing with a renewed excitement. His eyes catch Sersi watching them before she hides her curiosity behind her new husband. "I guess we should wait until at least tomorrow."

Thena laughs a little more easily this time. "I suppose it is considered rude to take someone's wedding night for your own."

"Tomorrow, then," he concludes. Phastos is watching them as well, with a man by his side and the boy Gil has come to learn is his son. He has to get to know the boy--the only child to whom he has ever seen Thena let herself become attached.

"The house is just as we left it."

Home: their home in Australia. Gil can immediately picture every detail of it in his head. He doesn't tell her how relieved he is that he can. But he remembers every detail, from the way his apron was hung up by the fridge, to how he remembers thinking that they hadn't made the bed before leaving with the rest of their family.

He aches for their bed.

Thena runs her fingers through his hair as he buries his face in the crook of her neck.

"Does it have to be tomorrow?"

"Gilgamesh."

She feels him smile against her skin where her shoulder meets her clavicle. He presses the bend of his lips to it, "yes, dear."

[ramonag-if]

Hi!! How are you?✨I've finished the new chapter and I really loved it😍😍 But damn was it a punch in the gut, a slap in the face and a kick on the shin all at once😭 (venting ahead 👇😅😳)

When we rescued the prisoners and I read that that woman was actually our mum I literally started crying, I was so happy that after all this time we finally knew if she was alive or not... And then she tells us she has a new family?? That really hurt A LOT! My MC tries to always be optimistic, to look at the positive things in what is happening, but this time I really couldn't make one of these choices... There was the possibility to be happy to have a sibling, but really how can you be happy when you realize that after you thought she was keeping distance because it was dangerous for us, she was actually being all happy, with a new life and a new child like nothing happened?

I don't think she forgot about us, but she really just left whit Ahlf and then disappeared! We thought she was dead!! I don't know if MC will be able to forgive her, it is a difficult decision... On one end, my betrayed MC thinks that he lived all this time without her, so he will be able to continue to do so again; on the other, he has another possibility at knowing his mother... Now he only has to understand if it will be worth all the suffering he went through.

Sorry for all this venting, but on a happier note... 😂 Rana is a sweetheart, so precious 🥹 She even blushed in front of Irus and my MC was "Yes little one, I completely understand"😳😂 If there will be the chance to be a good big brother for her without interacting with mum too much, that's what MC will do❤️❤️ And actually fun fact: every time she came up in the narration I wanted to facepalm so bad, because I'm Italian and Rana actually means "frog"... So yeah, poor girl 😂😂😂❤️

Anyway, I'll stop here because otherwise I'll write too much😂 Thank you for your hard work and all the feelings and emotions you made us feel❤️❤️ Have a good day/night!!

I am doing well, thank you for asking 😊

Ah yes, the whole prison break led to an almost happy reunion 👀 Originally, Salyra was going to have been imprisoned for years with no new family, but that didn't fit in as much with the plot so I changed it a bit.

It's going to be up to players on how to respond to Salyra, the type of relationship you'll want with her going forward. Personally, I'm more invested in the distancing/angsty routes than with the reunion route because sappy forgiveness is a little boring to write 😅

Rana is quite adorable 😆 She'll be a little hesitant at first, but she'll come around to enjoy being around the MC if they're willing to become closer. Frog seems fitting for her character too since she's quite small for her age 😅

Thank you so much for playing and for being so supportive 💖

[angelily-vine]

Nevermore's Starlight

Wednesday Fanfic x OC (Aria Amor)

A/N -- First posting any of my writing!! Kinda nervous. I also wrote this like two months ago. Anywho, I hope you all enjoy! Please don't be too mean with any criticism...

And a special shoutout to @daydream-cement who unknowingly gave me the courage to post this💞 (does this count as an anon reveal??)

Also, there are a few words that are in Tagalog. Anak means daughter, son, or child and Nay means mother/mom! And this is set in the year 1987.

Summary: It's the start of the new school year and Aria isn't too thrilled about it. Her first night at Nevermore was no less than odd. At least, in her opinion.

“The First Day of the First Year”

“Oh, Nevermore, how I’ve missed you so!” My mother gasps, engulfed by nostalgia as we enter the gates of the cynical school.

“Now, anak, are you ready to attend the utmost prestigious school for outcasts?” 

I give her a stare. There wasn’t a need for her to ask, already knowing what I felt about attending the renowned school. My mother sighs in defeat at the failed attempt to converse. 

William parks the car at the entrance and walked out to open our doors. 

“Thank you, dear.”

We walk into the school, greeted by a woman with honey-brown skin, wearing a black top paired with a pencil skirt, and her hair in a half-do. She towers over my mother with what’s meant to be a welcoming smile. My mother returned the smile.

“Welcome to Nevermore Academy. I am principal Ramos,” She turns, motioning her hand toward a table. “That is where you will pick up your schedule. Each grade has a stack, all you need to do is find the schedule with your name on it. And afterward, you may ask any faculty or student for any assistance to find where you need to go.”

My mother and I walk up to the table. As she finds my schedule, I look around.

There are numerous people everywhere, all sorts of them. Parents, new upcoming students, students returning for another year, or alumni. A wide variety of outcasts all in one place. From a werewolf to a siren, or a witch to a shapeshifter. This school was considerably more diverse than my last. I’ll give it that.

Once my nay found my schedule, which wasn’t very hard, as our last name is Amor, we were on our way toward the dorms. 

As we walked through the hallways, turning on corners, and walking up a number of stairs, she told me her stories of when she was a student at Nevermore. 

She would always talk about her time here as it is the best part of her life, aside from when she got married and when she adopted my siblings and me. She usually says that it’s the best because of all the crazy experiences she had here and all of the activities and festivities she participated in. Nonetheless, the true reason behind her love for her time at Nevermore was that this was where she met my father, Angelo. 

They were the high school sweethearts that everyone was rooting for, so there was no surprise when they announced their engagement at their sixth annual reunion. 

Mama would always love to tell me their love story. They met on the first day of Freshman year, and they bonded over the fact that they were both Filipino. Connecting over the fact that they hadn’t met anyone with the same ethnic background beforehand. That was also how they became friends with my biological parents. 

Ironic. Four full Filipinos in one place, same grade, first time seeing another Filipino in their area.

After what seemed like a multitude of narratives, we arrive at Ophelia Hall, alongside a small group of other students and parents. 

There, we are greeted by another woman with very voluminous, curly hair and a cheeky smile. 

“Hello, hello! My name is Maia Caddel. You may call me Ms.Caddel. I will be your dorm mom! On this table is a chart showing which dorm you’re assigned to.”

Aria Amor – Dorm 240

Upon arriving at the dorm, my mother gets teary-eyed.

“Mama,” I say, not particularly in the mood to put up with her sappiness.

“I know, I know. Wait until after I get in the car.” She mutters, taking a deep breath as I open the doors.

The room is relatively large, with an extensive window, the light hitting the wooden walls and floor.  In it was a blonde girl who appeared to be unpacking boxes and bags with her bed already made.

“Hi!” She welcomes us with a cheery smile.

“Why, hello!” My mother replies with a smile, placing down my luggage.

I turn to my mother and she turns to me.

“I suppose you wish for me to leave now.” I nod.

My mother smiled softly at me and placed a hand on my cheek, kissing my forehead.

“I hope you the best here, anak. I’ll see you soon, okay?” She whispers as she pulls away from me, cupping my face. “I love you.”

Mentally, I say it back. Physically, I nod.

As my mama walks away, I turn back to the room and the blonde.

“I suppose you’re my roommate.” 

She hummed in response, placing down her lamp and walking up to me.

“My name is Lillian,” She greets herself, reaching her hand out for a handshake. “It’s lovely to meet you, roomie!”

I stare at her hand and then look back up at her. 

“I’m guessing that you aren’t the outgoing type.” She mumbled embarrassingly, her cheeks turning red, looking down.

“My name is Aria Amor. It’s pleasant to meet you.”

I don’t find meeting people pleasant at all, but my mother made me promise to at least make a good first impression on my roommate.

Lillian looks up at me, and a smile graces her lips. I look back at my luggage and boxes and begin to unpack. Lillian went back to the other side of the room to continue her unpacking. 

It didn’t take very long to unload and settle my things down my side of the room. 

First, I began by making my bed and setting up my desk. Afterward, I hung up my clothes in the closet, sorted my shoes on the shoe rack, and left my empty boxes and luggage inside. The last thing I did was set down my toiletries and put up wall decorations, just a few posters, and my Chinese money plant. The final embellishment is the crystal vase I placed at my desk to fill with flowers sooner or later.

Lillian had finished unpacking before I did and was lying on her bed, reading a magazine. When I finalized unpacking, she sat up and looked at me inquisitively.

“What,” I say, continuing to organize my books with my back turned to her.

“Nothing.” 

I sigh and shift to look at her, crossing my arms.

For a moment, we just stare at each other in silence. Surprisingly, I was the one to break the silence.

“Do you know when we’ll be shown where our classes are?” Lillian smiles at the endeavor of conversation.

“It’ll be on August 16, on Sunday. So, tomorrow.”

“So, are we meant to stay cooped up here for the rest of the day?”

“Yes, and no.” Lillian changes her position on the bed, laying on her side and resting her head on her hand. “We’re supposed to go down to the quad for dinner at six.”

I look at the clock on my bedside table to see that it’s only three.

“Do you wanna go and explore the school with me to fill in for the time?” 

“No thanks.” 

I sat in my desk chair and turn on my computer.

“What are you doing on there?” She asks.

“Writing.”

“Writing what?”

“A novel.”

Lillian gasps in curiosity and excitement.

“That’s cool! What’s it about?”

“Murder.”

“Oh.”

I’m guessing she was a bit taken aback by the topic because there was yet another juncture of stillness between us. 

“That’s sweet!”

“Mhm.”

As time passed, I was able to finish an additional two and a half chapters of my novel. Lillian passed time by singing and prettying herself up for dinner. 

“Are you not going to get ready for dinner?” She shouted from her bathroom.

There wasn’t much I was going to do. Just a diminutive wardrobe change into another casual, knee-length, black dress.

I glance at the time and see that it is already five-forty. Sighing, I get up from my desk and shut down my computer. 

After putting on my dress, I brush out my hair and put on a black headband, leaving my curtain bangs out. Topping off my look, I put on my favorite pair of diamond earrings. 

All of this merely took about ten minutes. Perhaps less than that. 

“Are you attempting to fabricate some sort of potion in there or something? It’s been an hour and a half, yet you still aren’t finished.” I call out while I sit and wait for her on the edge of my bed.

“Well, first of all, I am not a witch. I am a werewolf. Second of all, we are having dinner with the entire school tonight. I want to make a good impression.” She sighs, “Physically at least.” 

And with that, we spent the remaining time we had before leaving for dinner in silence. The only sound you could hear were the sounds of my typing and Lillian’s humming as she finished up with her hair. 

I would never admit it, but I am rather content with who my roommate is. She doesn’t talk my ears off and the silence between us is comforting. The constant silence was relatively odd, however. I’m quite used to the loud noises and disturbances from my two younger siblings, Talia and Joshua. 

Just as I was finishing up the last sentence of my third chapter, there was a knock on the door.

“Come now, girls. It’s time for dinner!” Ms. Caddel calls for us with excitement.

As we arrived at the school quad, there were long tables around the square. Some held the meals and others were for us students and teachers to eat at. There were so many of us, some had to move in the picnic tables and chairs. The delicious aroma of all kinds of foods surrounded us.

While in line for the food, a student I had seen before caught my eye. Her hair was as white as snow, pinned up in a sophisticated coif, and she wore a minimalist dress. She also towered over a few other students. She seemed my height, maybe about 5’10. 

She was quite stunning.

Her smile only added to her beauty. 

“Aria,” I guess I had been staring a bit longer than anticipated, seeing as the line moved up a bit and I hadn’t realized. 

Lillian smirked as she put a few grapes on her second plate.

“Who is it you’re looking at?” She asked slyly.

“No one of your concern.”

Lillian continues to look around the quad while we walk up to a table with other members from Ophelia hall. I’m guessing she found her target when a pleased smile appeared on her olive-toned face. 

“Is it the pretty white girl with the muted yellow dress and pinned-up hair?” She asked with pride.

That was rather descriptive.

“It is!” She squealed, sitting down at the table next to me. 

I turn to look at her with a straight face, mentally telling her that the reaction was unnecessary and chafing.

She giggled and muttered a ‘sorry’ before she chowed down on her food. And just as I was about to do so myself, the particular white-haired girl sat in front of me, along with a raven-haired girl taking the seat beside her. She smiled and gave a quiet ‘hello’ before she began to eat, her companion who was dressed in all black, gave a simple smile.

I genuinely believe that my heart skipped a beat. 

No reason as to why, though.

Lillian gave me a side-eye paired with a smirk and continued on with her meal. 

“Welcome and welcome back to Nevermore Academy!” Principal Ramos announces over a mic with a bright smile. The students and staff members applaud and cheer. 

“Before I allow you all to continue to feast, I have a few announcements to make,” She clears her throat before continuing. 

“First off, for our new coming outcasts, we will have upperclassmen show you your way around the school and your class schedules tomorrow afternoon. All students are permitted to wander around campus throughout the day to pass time. Unless you are permitted to, you may not set foot off campus or near Crackstone’s crypt. Secondly, clubs will begin on the second week of school, so please utilize that time to decide which extracurriculars you wish to join. And lastly, on behalf of the school faculty and myself, I wish you all the best year and hope that you enjoy your time here at Nevermore Academy.”

Once again, there was a big applause and several students were hollering in celebration of the new school year.  Once they all calmed down, everyone went straight to discussing their new plans, telling their new stories, and sharing gossip throughout their meal. 

For most of the dinner, I silently ate my meal while Lillian talked to me about her plans for the new school year, as did the others around us. Lillian also made a few acquaintances throughout the meal.

I couldn’t help but steal a few glances up at the two girls who sat in front of me. They were very stunning, and their voices were smooth and profound. I could honestly listen to them talk and whisper for hours to no end.

“I saw a flute case resting by your desk,” Lillian concedes, catching my attention, and unknowingly catching their attention, “Are you joining the school’s band, or is it just for your own enjoyment?”

I think about it for a bit. My mother did tell me about how great Nevermore’s band was.

“Possibly.”

“You should. I bet you’re an excellent flutist!” She pauses for a moment. “That’s a word right?”

A small chuckle comes from the white-haired girl and a small smile creeps onto my face.

“Yes, dear, it is a word,” I reply, not looking up from my food.

“Oh, good.” Lillian sighs in relief. “That would’ve been incredibly embarrassing if it wasn’t.”

Throughout the rest of our time at dinner, the white-haired girl and Lillian talked on numerous subjects. From what classes they were excited to attend to their entire life goals. Meanwhile, the raven-haired girl and I stayed predominantly silent and content, only butting in when asked a question or had a comment on something.

When we all returned to our dorms, Lillian wouldn’t stop smirking at me.

“What is it this time, Lillian?” I questioned, irritated.

“I saw the little sneak peeks you made at them.” She hummed, closing the door behind her.

I rolled my eyes at her.

“If you’re gay, I totally support you.”

“Excuse me?” I blurt, a bit taken aback by the sudden statement.

“They’re hot.”

“Lillian.”

“Yes, dear?” 

“Shut. Up.” 

“So you are gay!”

“Lillian.” She laughed and flopped onto her bed, hugging one of her many stuffed animals.

“I’m only joking. I wouldn’t assume someone’s sexuality or preferences just by the way they look at someone. That would be disrespectful. Either way, I don’t care if you’re gay or not or how you present yourself.”

I walk into my closet and close the doors to change into my sleepwear. For a moment, there was a peaceful quiet.

“Are you actually-”

“Lillian.” She laughs again.

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop.”

Before finally settling down for a good night’s rest, I stop and scrutinize myself through the bathroom mirror. Looking down at the heart-shaped locket resting between my collarbones.

“Whatever you do, under no circumstance, must you ever take this locket off. Do you hear me, anak?” My mother says in a stern yet soft voice as she clasped the necklace around my neck.

“Yes ma’am.”

The memory of when my mother gave me the locket and the story behind it brought a strange feeling of nostalgia and discomfort. The feeling caused me to involuntarily fidget with the necklace.

I stretch my neck side to side as I sit on the edge of my bed, taking a few deep breaths in. Consumed by relief, I lay down and tuck myself in, hugging a pillow as I drift asleep.

[crystalrequiem]

FFXIVWrite 2022 - Prompt 10 - Channel

In which a boy can’t catch a break from Nhaama given visions. It’s hard to believe anyone wants to stick around when he’s such a mess all the time. Self indulgent sloppy mess writing but being not perfect is the whole point of the challenge, right?

Warnings for me doing strange things with visions, aether, and Nhaama lore. Final Days spoilery things. Sappy boyfriends. CW for: suicidal thoughts, request for assisted suicide

<> = speaking in Xaelic

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Flicker, pop–the image on the screen changes. From one side of the world to the next in the blink of the eye–sometimes even to things that don’t exist and never will. His dreams feel a little like changing channels too, except he’s never allowed to hold the remote. 

Blink, look up. The village is busy today, Altai thinks as he listens to the buzz outside Mide’s home. His hands are occupied with a new embroidery design stretched over a square frame, but his mind wanders, thinking of all the chores he needs to do. Wondering if he’ll have time to make a run to Reunion for supplies this week before the wedding—

“<Still fussing with that, moon boy?>” Mide asks, her smile a mile wide as she moves toward the stove to start her breakfast. Her long, pale hair is still piled in a long braid atop her head, warrior’s body already moving with grace even though she’s only just awoken. 

“<I just want it to look nice.>” he shrugs, looking at the second row of detailed patterning he’s started. Charms for good luck and happiness are sewn in into its designs–careful not to invoke any specific to Nhaama. “<Unless you don’t plan on ever wearing my wedding gift?>” he teases back, angling his work in the light of the lanturn and reaching for a little more wax to ease the thread with. 

Mide pretends to throw the rag on her counter at him, but her smile is warm when she sets it back down. She shakes her head, putting together a breakfast porridge. The giant pot she heaves effortlessly over the hearth will make more than enough for her, her five siblings, and probably half the village. “<Suppose you put enough red in it for a Dalamiq–I might give it a try.>”

“<You might!>” Altai laughs. He shakes his head and leaves her to her cooking as he finishes out the next few stitches. Maybe with a little care he could add a little more red… little rounded arcs like dalamud rising…?

“<You know, ‘Taichin,>” her voice is quiet over the sound of porridge bubbling, but it rings in his head like a gunshot. His eyes snap to her, hands stilling. It’s not often she tries to sound so serious. “<You could… see if that friend of yours wants to come by for the wedding–the traveler we met in Reunion?>” 

Quick limbs and a faster tongue—A hand in his as they run. Shorn hair sliding into Anert’s face, barely barred from their eyes by pointed ears—not his, not his, not his.

“<I don’t… think that’s a good idea.>” Something tugs at the back of his thoughts. Foreboding begins to beat through his blood and he doesn’t know why. What has he forgotten?

“<Why not?>” Mide slams the lid of the porridge back down–pays no heed as it starts to rattle or to the way Altai jumps. “<I saw the way you looked at them, ‘Taichin. You nearly dropped my little sister when your eyes met–I know well enough what it looks like when one half finds another.>”

“<That’s not…>” The discord clamoring through his head rises to a crescendo. Fated halves they might be, but Altai’s not good enough to make them stay. Besides, last time they were here they nearly—

Last time you brought them here, you both nearly died. The village turned against you because it’s your fault that Mide and her fiance are– Mide is–

She doesn’t look like a ghost. But he remembers her dying. His hands shake on the embroidery frame, and he sets it down. Slow. “<Maybe I’m just too embarrassed to bring them back here,>” he offers, mouth dry.

He doesn’t hear the answer. 

Blink

Find the world again–search out the meaning in the angles of the light and the sensations drifting at a snail’s pace through his comprehension. The sky is a terrible, terrible orange through an ornate window. Its changed light streams in through tattered curtains and makes patterns on the unfamiliar floor. 

He can’t remember what he did to wind up in the make-shift medbay, white sheets pulled high above his waist and back propped up on a bevy of pillows. But he feels the pain of it easy enough. His left shoulder hasn’t quite been the same since the last time he dislocated it, but the agony it emits now makes its usual complaints pale in comparison. Altai bends at the waist to sit and raises his other hand to the wound without thinking, leaning hard against the wall that abuts his cot—

“Not sure you should mess with that Altaichin.” a quiet voice sounds from his right. Altai pauses–turns his head slowly to meet it. His mouth feels like dry cotton when he tries to swallow.

Koh’sae Lyehga stares back at him–the older keeper’s mismatched eyes both strange and sickly in the orange light. Altai can’t remember a time when the Company’s contracted psychologist didn’t look put together, but the deep bags beneath his eyes and the bruise at his jaw give Koh a weary and frazzled appearance. 

Koh flips a page in his ever-present notebook and slides the thing closed. “Seems you’re back with me. Do you remember where we are?”

Altai starts to shake his head, but something about the design of the room and the smell from outside gives him pause. It’s… faint. Hidden by the scent of the world burning outside but… he thinks he smells the sea. 

“Thavnair,” he murmurs. “Near Yedlihmad.” Hiding in the outlying buildings far enough from the village he might not be a threat if he turns like so many others. 

Black smoke rises like a heatwave from his skin as he wakes to reality and Altai closes his eyes. He can feel Koh’s gaze against his skin, caught between pity and caution. But there are so many people dying outside, and Altai’s still here, useless as always. He’s fucked up his shoulder again and he’s so inept at controlling his emotions they had to call the psych to come sit with him. He’s not only failing to help, he’s hindering. The last thing anyone needs is another blasphemy. Why did they even call Koh here? They should have done everyone a favor and just—

A careful hand searches for his good one, spot of warmth and Koh’s textured glove against his palm that makes the thoughts still. 

“Altaichin, you only need to hold out for a little longer. We don’t know yet–how this thing spreads. We can’t take you back to Limsa like this, but if you can just keep it at bay for a day, or as soon as we learn more, I am going to help you get back. This isn’t the ending.”

Not the ending? Why not? Gold meets green and brown as Altai’s eyes flicker open, but the color is a shade too dim. Shadows cloak his vision like a filter. 

“Talk to me,” Koh pleads. “I promise you it will get better. I know it doesn’t feel that way, but I need you to have faith in that.” The words feel so meaningless in his head. Altai barely registers them. He watches Koh instead–lets his vision trail down the length of the other man’s arm–to the syringe held in his grip. 

Good. They’re not stupid enough to believe in him completely.  Probably a sedative. Must be why his head’s so foggy–how many times have they had to use it already to keep him teetering on the edge like this?

“Altaichin, please. I don’t want to push, but circumstances as they are… I need to know what’s hurting you.”

It doesn’t matter what Koh says. There’s nothing to go back to. No one who cares–not really. 

Not true, not true, not true—just on the other side someone waits for you to wake up. Someone who’s always there–who doesn’t mind the confusion or the bouts of sadness. If you could just—

“Just kill me,” he hears himself ask, vision so blinded by pouring black smoke he can’t see. Consciousness fades before he knows whether Koh takes his chance. Altai hopes the man does–no one else should end like this.

BLINK

The sound of water intensifies, sea breaks on the shore nearby and he is d̴͕͇͐y̴̦̓i̴̪͂̈́n̵͙͒ͅg̸͉̅͝,̶͔̻͐ ̴̺̀̓s̸̢̖̾̚e̶̝͊̀ẘ̸̩̫́i̶̧̺͑͐n̷̼͕͂g̵̍ͅ,̷̢̐ ̶̪͉̔f̴̘͋ḯ̴̯̣g̶͖̲̑͆h̸̝̃ẗ̸͕̂͜i̷̧̛̟n̶̤̈́͝g̸̗̹̿̆ awake. The salt spray hits the bottoms of his bare feet every once in a while as the water swirls under the pier. Sun-warmed wood makes a solid seat to dangle his legs from. The sky is a dusky purple that only bleeds orange where the sun sets–a far healthier hue than he last saw. His shoulder only aches in the dull, background way it usually does and Dalamiq and Thavnair are far, far away. 

“Oh! Hello Silly-tai. Do I have you back?”

No ghosts. No black smoke. The weight of Altai’s relief could break him. His hands tremble where they rest against his lap and he sags, listing into—

“Whoop! Still a little dizzy, hunh? She’s just not giving you a break tonight.” A broad, warm hand at his shoulder. The feather-light brush of wild hair against his face as Tsetseg leans in to kiss his forehead. Altai rests against Tsetseg’s side and tries to piece together the fragments of his own mind.

D̶i̷d̵ ̶M̷i̶d̸e̷ ̵g̵e̸t̵ ̵t̸o̵ ̵m̶e̴e̴t̶ ̵T̶s̶e̶t̸s̵e̴g̵ ̴y̵e̶t̶?̵ ̷Y̴o̵u̸ ̴s̵h̶o̷u̴l̷d̶ ̷i̶n̸v̶i̴t̵e̵ ̴h̴i̵m̴ ̶t̴o̴ ̵t̷h̴e̴ ̸w̶e̸d̴d̸i̷n̷g̸.̵ ̸M̷a̸y̸b̴e̵ ̴s̸h̸e̴’̶d̵ ̴s̶t̷o̷p̵ ̴b̷o̵t̷h̴e̶r̸i̸n̵g̵ ̷y̷o̵u̸ ̶a̴b̷o̶u̸t̴ ̸s̸o̴u̵l̷m̶a̷t̸e̴s̸.̸ ̷

G̶e̵t̷ ̵a̸w̵a̶y̸!̶ ̵Y̷o̴u̴’̶l̵l̶ ̷o̴n̸l̶y̵ ̶h̵u̸r̴t̵ ̸h̴i̴m̸ ̴i̴f̵ ̷y̸o̴u̴ ̸t̸u̴r̵n̷–̷H̸e̷ ̷s̸h̸o̶u̴l̵d̴n̵’̵t̶ ̷b̴e̸ ̶a̴n̵y̶w̷h̴e̴r̷e̶ ̶n̵e̸a̷r̴ ̷y̶o̴u̷!̸

“<She doesn’t owe me breaks.>” He murmurs as he leans closer, side lighting with warmth everywhere Tsetseg touches. He remembers this–Tsetseg’s orange gaze the same color as the setting sun. Tall and muscled and gorgeous and completely out of Altai’s league but for some reason he bothers to care about Altai anyway. 

“<Owe Shmoe. You deserve nice things. Even when moon mom’s in a bad mood.>” Tsetseg’s hand rubs at his bad shoulder and the phantom soreness of a bad injury only his mind remembers begins to fade. 

“<Beloved….>” the endearment escapes him before he can examine it. Beloved. Truly? He’s allowed to say that in this world? Allowed to hold onto it? “<I’m just sorry to be in the way. I didn’t mean to steal your evening…>”

“<I would tell you as many times as you need to hear it—I could never mind time spent with you. I will be here to support you any time you need me. Every time.>” Tsetseg notices the way Altai’s fingers tremble and his free hand skates over their laps to still them. 

This can’t be real. Altai doesn’t deserve beautiful things or beautiful worlds. He never has... But the way Tsetseg looks at him so sincerely makes him want so badly to believe. He keeps Tsetseg’s hand in his and settles into the comfort of it, content to go along with the lovely dream and await the dreadful moment he wakes up.

(It still hasn’t come yet the next morning. Or the next. And if Tsetseg catches him pinching the skin inside his wrist to make sure... he doesn’t mention it.)

[restapesta]

hi emina! happy last week of no school ♥♥

15. “Finally. Missed you so much.” but make it sort of in front of other people??🙏🙏🙏 if u want. it's okay if not, too!

MONDAY

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ian (1:11 AM): it's hot as fuck here. can't sleep.

ian (1:12 AM): also, lip snores

mickey (1:12 AM): that's what you get for leaving me

ian (1:13 AM): drama queen, i only left this morning. be back in just a week.

ian (1:13 AM): why are YOU awake?

mickey (1:14 AM): fuck you, just a week. 🖕🖕🖕

ian (1:14 AM): 🙄

ian (1:14 AM): go to sleep

mickey (1:15 AM): you woke me up???

ian (1:15 AM): doesn't matter. just go to sleep.

mickey (1:15 AM): probably not

ian (1:16 AM): ???

mickey (1:17 AM): can't sleep without you

incoming call from ian (1:17 AM)

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TUESDAY

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mickey (11:22 AM): college bitch still pissed at us for waking him up?

ian (11:25 AM): isn't speaking to me. bitched about it to fiona the entire morning.

ian (11:25 AM): "can't go a night without him." blah blah

mickey (11:25 AM): fuck him. wyd right now?

ian (11:27 AM): helping Fi with the moving shit.

ian (11:27 AM): you?

mickey (11:28 AM): lunch with tami. bitching about lip.

ian (11:29 AM): 😌

ian (11.29 AM): that same lip is currently screaming my ear off to get off the phone.

ian (11:29 AM): keep bitching, my love

mickey (11:30 AM): tell him to fuck off.

mickey (11:30 AM): also, call me when you're done

ian (11:31 AM): 😘

mickey (11:31 AM): 🙄🖤

(12:57 PM) incoming call from ian

(16:44 PM): incoming call from mickey

(21:44 PM) incoming call from ian

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WEDNESDAY

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mickey (09:06 AM): come back home, im bored.

mickey (09:06 AM): Fiona doesn't need you for an entire fucking week.

ian (09:10 AM): 😬 just five more days

ian (09:10 AM): Fiona says hi!

mickey (09:11 AM): I'm horny, this is stupid.

ian (09:12 AM): handy-dandy hand 😁

mickey (09:12 AM): 🖕🖕🖕🖕

mickey (09:13 AM): ...something to work with?

ian sent a link (09:14 AM)

mickey (09:15 AM): you did not just send me the benefits of a cold shower, you bitch.

ian (09:16 AM): loveeeeee youuuuuu

mickey (09:16 AM): 🙂🔪

incoming call from ian (12:33 PM)

incoming call from ian (17:29 PM)

incoming call from mickey (00:12 AM)

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THURSDAY

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ian (08:12 AM): I'm horny.

ian (08:13 AM): mickey

ian (08:13 AM): mickey

ian (08:13 AM): mickey

ian (08:13 AM): MICKEY

ian (08:14 AM): babyyyyyy

ian (08:14 AM): pleaseeeeee come on, you're not sleeping rn

mickey sent a link (08:16 AM)

ian (08:16 AM): i deserved that.

mickey (08:17 AM): handy-dandy 🤛

ian (08:17 AM): hate myself at this moment 🙂

mickey (08:17 AM): 🤭😘

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ian (09:44 AM): coffee on facetime?

incoming call from mickey (09:45 AM)

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FRIDAY

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ian (14:22 PM): sorry for the ghosting

ian (14:22 PM): Fiona's been killing me with the whole apartment cleaning shit

ian (14:23 PM): And Lip's hiding from her so he's always with me.

ian (14:23 PM): i know it's been a day.

mickey (14:25 PM): well, well, look who decided to text their husband finally

mickey (14:25 PM): it's been a whole day, ian.

mickey (14:26 PM): we are no longer on speaking terms.

ian (14:26 PM): 😲😨

ian (14:26 PM): i'm sorry.

ian (14:26 PM): i miss having breakfast with you.

ian (14:27 PM): i miss sleeping with you

ian (14:27 PM): i miss kissing you

ian (14:28 PM): and doing other things with you 😏

ian (14:28 PM): miss you so fucking much.

ian (14:28 PM): mick?

mickey (14:30 PM): ugh fine, you sap

mickey (14:30 PM): call me

incoming call from ian (14:31 PM)

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SATURDAY

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incoming call from mickey (18:55 PM)

ian (19:24 PM): phone sex is cool, but we should try sexting 😳

mickey (19:26 PM): i don't need a reminder of your disgusting ass dick anywhere on my phone.

ian (19:26 PM): hm? 🤔 not what you were saying ten minutes ago.

ian (19:27 PM): you sure you ain't ready for round two? 😏

ian (19:27 PM): bet facetime sex is even better.

incoming call from mickey (19:28 PM)

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ian (02:22 AM): i miss you. i really fucking miss you.

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SUNDAY

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ian (08:02 AM): flight is at 10

mickey (08:04 AM): i'll be waiting for you when you land.

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It had only been a week. A week filled with phone calls and text messages and a whole bunch of facetime—but, fuck, it had been a week.

Did Ian really have to go on and visit Fiona alone with Lip? Was it really that necessary for him to travel all the way to the alligator land just so they could help Fiona switch apartments? Mickey didn't see the point of the long-ass trip to Florida just so Ian could complain about how humid it was and how it was a blessing he didn't share a room with Lip anymore.

Mickey missed him. He missed him a lot more than he thought he would, and he really should've considered the fact that he and Ian spent most of their time together. They may have been apart before for long periods of time, but it was hard to tear them away from each other nowadays.

So maybe it wasn't that much of a surprise he'd had a hard time adjusting to the empty space of their apartment and the coldness of their bed. The lack of dad jokes during their long rides at work and the unmistakable scent of Ian that had been slowly fading and was almost gone now.

That was Mickey's excuse for not doing laundry. He didn't wanna lose Ian's smell from their home. The sappy excuse would probably work with Ian, he thought.

And even if it didn't, Mickey could distract him from his annoyance in other ways.

Airports sucked.

Being in an airport, waiting on Ian and Lip with their family of twenty thousand—or six, whatever—sucked even more.

But the plane had already landed and it would be just another couple minutes before Mickey saw his husband for the first time in a week. Before he wrapped his arms around him in a bone-crushing hug. He didn't even give a shit if anybody saw him and thought how big of a fag he was.

Husband. That was the only thing on his mind currently.

"They should be here already," Tami said, bouncing Fred up on her hip.

Debbie shrugged from beside Mickey, one hand tightly holding onto the redheaded girl between them. She was fisting the fabric of Mickey's jacket, and it made Mickey smile. It eased the anticipation a little.

Who was he kidding? There were swarms of bees in his stomach, poking and stinging. He felt slightly nauseous.

"I think I see Lip!" It was Liam who exclaimed.

Mickey didn't see Lip.

But he did see the redhead trailing right behind him, a suitcase in his right hand, recently bought for the trip. His hair was ruffled, and his eyes were sleepy, the jet lag probably hitting him in full swing.

Still, the green orbs Mickey missed so much lit up the moment he noticed Mickey, the corners of his mouth twisting up into a wide smile.

Mickey wasn't any better. He could feel the grin stretching across his face involuntary, yet he did nothing to hide it. Nothing to stop it from spreading. He didn't care to hide the excitement he was feeling upon seeing Ian for the first time in a week.

A week.

His legs moved on their own accord, and in what felt like no time at all, he was engulfed into a hug, Ian's long arms circling him—it was familiar; comfortable, and warm.

"Fucking finally," Ian choked out against Mickey's hair, his lips pressed to the top of his head, cradling his body gently. "I missed you so much."

Mickey tilted his chin up and their lips connected in a brief kiss. Just a peck that turned into a couple more, all loud on the pullback, their limbs still wrapped up in each other.

"Missed you more."

They stared into each other's eyes longingly for a couple of moments—it was probably too soft and sappy for them, but who gave a shit? They hadn't seen each other in a week.

What interrupted them eventually were a few short coughs, as if somebody was clearing their throat.

Mickey glared at Lip, practically forcing himself to tear his eyes away from the man he was holding.

"We done with the reunion or you guys wanna continue making out in the middle of the airport...?"

Ian was the one who flipped him off, finally disentangling himself from Mickey so he could greet his siblings properly and pick Franny up into a long hug. It made Mickey frown, the loss of contact. He forced himself to endure it, though—half an hour of a ride longer and they'd be home alone, free to do whatever the fuck.

Still, as soon as they were done with the obligated reunions and the questions about Florida and Fiona, Ian found himself next to Mickey again, gripping Mickey's palm and intertwining the fingers with his own.

Who gave a shit if anybody was looking? Who gave a shit if Lip was rolling his eyes at the obvious display of affection or if Carl was making obnoxious kissy faces at them as if they haven't been married for a while now—Mickey saw none of that shit.

All Mickey saw was Ian.

[percysfoot]

okay but like imagine if the heroes of olympus books musicals too:

jason gets a really classic disney-esque hero anthem for a solo and it would SLAP

CAMP JUPITER THEME and it’s like really orderly and cool

new orleans 1940s era jazz for hazel flashbacks because i said so

percy reprises son of poseidon but it’s son of NEPTUNE and it doesn’t quite sound right because he hasn’t got all of his memories back

thanatos gets a really cool eerie them that’s like dark but also super beautiful just like him

percy and annabeth reunion duet that’s so cute and sappy and then BAM judo flip

thE ARGO II ANTHEM that’s in like a sea shanties style where all of the crew have a little solo and it’s super feel good with bedford and festus spitting bars in the background

COACH HEDGE SOLO

percy and jason duet whilst they’re fighting and piper coming in desperately with melodys trying to get them to stop and it just isn’t working

annabeth reprising my grand plan when she’s about to be killed by arachne and it’s super sad and helpless because she’s not gonna be remembered after failing to follow the mark of athena like the rest of her siblings :(((

the ANGST of the falling into tartarus scene my heart

ALSO frank reprises put you in you place when he’s taking out all the katobleps and it’s super badass

percy reprises good kid when he’s choking akhlys and it’s super dark and scary and angsty ahhhh i’m such a hoe for dark percy

speAKING OF ANGST the cupid sceeeeeene ahhhh can you IMAGINE

hazel spooky reprise of her previous song when’s she manipulating the mist in the HoH battle

the groovy elevator scene intermission

the temple of dead scene with annabeth and pipers forehead pressed together and they’re singing over each other with pipers part being really emotional and erratic and annabeths part is in like perfect syntax because she’s trying to plan and oh my god i’m obsessed

please i have so many more ideas and just want to ramble

omg there’s a part 2 now

[ticklishraspberries]

Little Bill (Bill, Richie)

Summary: Richie teases Bill about his height. (Happy holidays everyone! Here’s my Squealing Santa fic for...*drumroll*...@fanficsandfluff!!! I hope you enjoy your fic, and thank you for hosting this year, @ticklygiggles!! Also, let’s pretend the losers don’t forget each other when they get older, that’s the universe this takes place in.)

There was a bit of an unplanned reunion going on. It had been a few years since Bill had taken off to London to write, and the rest of the Losers had spread out across the map, too. They kept in touch, but none of them were all too well versed in all the new technology that sprung up as they aged, and with all their busy schedules, it was rare they got a chance to hang out in person.

But now, Bill and Richie’s paths have crossed, an award show that Richie was asked to present at, and one of Bill’s books had been adapted into a film that was up for an award that evening. Bill hadn’t won, but he and Richie met up after the event and went back to Richie’s hotel, drinking beers and catching up.

“How the fuck did you turn out so tiny, Big Bill? Or, should we start callin’ you Little Bill, now?” Richie asked, words slightly slurred as a goofy grin spread across his face.

Bill rolled his eyes. “Beep beep, Richie.”

“No, I’m serious. You were always the tallest when we were kids, now you’re just...I mean, even Eds got taller than you!”

Bill had never been too insecure about his height. He was still pretty decent looking if he said so himself, and he still managed to score a wife who was pretty enough for the big screen, so he had to be doing something right, huh? To put it plainly, it wasn’t really bothering him that Richie brought it up, he was just playing along.

“Man, I bet even Bev would tower over you in a nice pair of heels, dude,” Richie teased, a shit-eating grin spread across his stubbled face. He accompanied the words with a tweak to Bill’s side, causing Bill to jerk away.

Richie’s eyes lit up behind coke-bottle glasses. “Still ticklish, Big—Pardon me, Little Bill?”

Bill’s cheeks flushed. “Christ, Richie, you’re still annoying as ever.”

“You didn’t answer the question,” Richie replied, and didn’t wait for an answer before latching onto Bill’s side and squeezing.

Oh, how the tables had turned since childhood.

Being the only loser with a little sibling, Bill had the most experience tickling other people to pieces, and Richie had been brought to a snorting, teary-eyed mess by Bill more times than he could count.

Although Richie didn’t have much of a problem with being tickled half to death, it was still fun to get a bit of revenge. Especially since Richie had gotten quite tall and arguably strong as he aged, so it was easy to keep Bill subdued enough to find all those ticklish spots that were suddenly coming back to him.

“Rich!” Bill cried, trying and failing to bat Richie away.

“Yes?” Richie replied innocently, grabbing hold of one of Bill’s thighs and squeezing.

He remembered that being quite a good spot, and wasn’t disappointed by the squeal that left his friend, and it made Richie laugh along.

“Please, st-stop!”

“Aw, does getting tickled make your stutter come back, Billiam?” Richie asked.

Bill huffed between his high-pitched giggling. “Shut up!” he spit out, if just to prove Richie wrong.

“Ooh, small but mighty!”

“Rich, please, I-”

“Oh, alright, you big baby,” Richie replied with a little roll of his eyes. “Wait, I mean...no, little baby doesn’t sound as good. It just sounds like you are, actually, a baby.”

“Beep beep, Richie,” Bill sighed, collapsing back against Richie’s mattress to catch his breath.

Richie’s smile turned from mischievous to fond as he laid back against the bed too, turning his head to face Bill. “I miss you guys,” he muttered, a little too drunk to care if he was getting sappy.

The annoyance on Bill’s face melted away easily, mostly because it had been over-exaggerated in the first place. “Yeah, I miss you too, Rich. We’ll have a proper reunion soon, hm? We can finally meet Patty in person, go out for a nice dinner.”

Richie nodded. “I’d love that. I know Eds would, too.”

“Keep your schedules clear for us, hm?”

“Will do, big...I mean, little Bill.”

“You’re never gonna let that go, are you?”

“Never,” Richie grinned.

[fe-semi-decent-scenarios]

Could you write an imagine/head cannons for claude, felix, linhardt, and ashe where their s/o disappears leaving only a note? Then at some point they return out of nowhere. Thank you so much!

{I want to keep these stagnant and close to cannon(also easy for me to write). So i’m making it as if reader disappears with just a note for the 5yr gap and then they come back for the reunion. Is that okay? I hope it is. If not feel free to submit something more specific for a one-shot}

Claude:

Claude. For the past week I have tried to put my feelings onto paper, but I can’t. All I can say is that I am sorry. To stay here and sit around waiting for politicians to decide my next action...it isn’t wise. It seems our plans for the future have taken a detour haha. Always know that I am with you; that I will be rooting for you no matter where we end up after all of this. I know you can make those dreams of yours a reality. I believe in you. -(Y/N)

  The parchment had lain flat on his desk on top of many other documents. He had almost missed it if not for the familiar handwriting 

 For a moment Claude just sits there. In the chaos of recent events he hadn’t much time to check in with his friends or peers. After the Empire took the monastery, he was forced back to Alliance territory. His people needed him more than ever before. 

He knew that his classmates wouldn’t stick around much longer either. The nobility? Sure, they had to. But people like Raphael or Ignatz were most likely to pursue their own route 

 You weren’t excluded from those thoughts. While not at the top of the list, Claude had suspected that you might leave as well. It was the timing that caught him off guard 

Why not wait and talk it out together? He admits that not every problem is for you both to share, but this? This was personal just as much political.

He never could out-wit you. Even at simple tasks it was like you were always one step ahead. Hard to read, but still honest. He already misses the challenge. 

He will hide the note somewhere in his personal quarters. Where? Who knows. Most likely somewhere no one would ever think to look. 

What’s done is done. Claude won’t try to track you down or let his emotions over cumber him. He understands that while you two were ‘together,’ life has taken a turn for the worst. He believes that you can make your own decisions and turns his attention to fight against invasion

It’s five years later. More of his friends had faded out of the picture and he’s become a symbol of the Alliance. Occasionally word of your whereabouts had popped up in his ranks alongside the regular reports. The same was with all his other friends who had gone to down their own path. For Claude, knowing that you were safe was enough 

Until you appeared at the thieves’ den. Despite how all his deer were ecstatic about seeing each other, all he could think of was the note back in his room 

“I see time has brought us together again my friend. I hope this meeting isn’t purely from luck, we could really use you right about now” 

 Everyone knows that you both were together. Maybe it wasn’t public knowledge, but your quips and flirty jests never went unnoticed. It was obvious he wanted to speak with you alone 

And you do. Claude is understanding and doesn’t question what you’ve been doing while away. All he wants to know is why you didn’t say goodbye in person, and if you were there to stay. That’s it.

He needs his right hand. If you’re there, and with the professor at his side, Claude might just hope to see a happier world. He’s so tired of looking back on the past, and wants to work towards bettering the future.

Felix:

Felix. I can’t stick around twiddling my fingers while Fodlan falls to ruin.You may hate me for this, but I’m prepared for that.We both know your wrath isn’t the worst I’ve seen. Seriously Felix. Be good and don’t kill our friends while I’m away. Stay safe and please refrain from doing anything reckless. You better not roll your eyes at this either, I’ll know...I love you. Take care. -(Y/N)

Ingrid delivered the letter after he was released from guard duty. For a time after the battle Felix joined up with what was left of the Fargeus forces and planned on knocking some sense into their beast of a leader. There was still time to fight back and he’d be damned if they wouldn’t take it. You had joined him eagerly. If anything he expected you to cling annoyingly to his side, just as you always had. He wanted it, really. 

 He won’t say it but the state of the country had shaken him some. He knew that there was a fight awaiting, and knowing that you’d be there gave him extra motivation to press on. 

So the sight of your special seal on the envelope made him smirk. He assumed that sending a letter was your way of butting into his feelings, just like you always did. Ingrid even handed it off with a smile. 

He wasn’t expecting a goodbye 

 How...how dare you spring this on him? Leaving in the middle of a war?With that boar on the loose. When you’re needed the most?! All because you were impatient?! 

 “That idiot! What do they think they’re do- When did you get this? Do not test me right now Ingrid, I need to hurry” 

He crumples up the letter in his fist and marches off to find you. He searches the entire compound/camp until he’s forced to give up. There was enough trouble already and he was wasting time.

 Needless to say that he’s furious. So much that he rips the note to pieces and tosses it into the fire. It was in the moment...and he regrets it. Those could have been your last words.

Felix blames you for many things beyond that day. Deep down he knows that Fargeus’ loss isn’t your fault, that Dimitri wouldn’t have died if you stayed, that his old man would be just as burdened...

yet he can’t help but use you as a scapegoat. It’s easy for him to hate you when you’re not there to correct him. It’s easy to despise someone who can’t fight back, or is dead. 

Over time the hurt fades to a light burn in his chest, haunting him at night or in his darkest moments. It will appear like a punch in the gut, and linger like the sting of a paper cut. All that pain tied to your name. 

 When he sees Dimitri alive with the professor, Felix is stunned. There might be a chance at regaining his home. Then he scans the group over.

 When he sees you, the pain flares up worse than any blade from the prior battle. Instantly he barrels through the other lions seething with anger and ready to give you hell.

Only to stop when you look his way. With harsh breaths, brows drawn in,and fingernails digging themselves into his palms; he just stands there trembling with raw hatred. No. Not hatred...there’s so much more going on. 

 He watches your lips move yet doesn’t hear any of it. He wants to blame you for everything, but can’t. 

and so he doesn’t. He turns away and stomps off to greet his old professor, and leaves the others to fill you in on the situation It works, and for some time you two don’t speak. He lets the feelings of betrayal fester until one night he forces his way into your room.

“You. Do you have any idea what you’ve put me through. What kind of stupid thoughts were you thinking?! A note? Did you seriously think a note would be enough?” 

Ashe:

Ashe. Before I say anything more, please don’t freak out! I know it looks like i’m going awol but I have to do this. I’m not abandoning you, or our friends, or our home; I can’t explain much but know that this is what’s best at least what I hope is best. I love you so, so much. Just trust me on this. It wasn’t an easy choice and you have every right to be upset with me. Heck, even i’m upset with myself for leaving like this. I wish I could take you with me, but you have a role to follow here. Go be the best dang knight I know you’re capable of being. May the goddess keep you safe and sound my love. -(Y/N)

Love letters weren’t your thing. He was always the hopeless romantic and you’d never do something so “sappy”. The letter lain on his cot scared him, but he still opened it. 

He doesn’t know how to feel. Ashe thought that the situation couldn’t become worse, that Fodlan had already been drained of all peace. His home was gone,his father dead, his family’s situation unknown, country in ruins, and the loss of the professor was the topper on the cake. Somehow through it all he still continued to look forward, because he had to. If he gave up, then what? What would he do? 

He had dreams. To become a knight, live out his days serving the people, care for his siblings...and recently a new one tallied onto that list. On nights that his books didn’t put him to sleep he would dream of a family. One of his own, with you. It gave him a goal to look towards when he felt displaced among his peers. 

 He cries after finishing the letter. Ashe doesn’t bother holding anything back as he clutches the note to his forehead to cover his face. Through blurred vision he watches tears smear the ink and panics. He sets it aside on his pillow to protect what’s still in tact. 

“Why? I would have understood. We could have gone together...”

 Which is exactly why you left a note. Ashe knows that you hate to see him upset. After Lanato you would seldom go a day without checking on him...you wouldn’t be able to say no to bringing him. 

Ashe could never convince himself to hate you, and would tell off anyone who even thought of calling you a traitor. To be a knight now had a new meaning to him, it was more than the armor and title . When Fargeus fell he took the future into his own hands and left to join whatever resistance remained. He worked to help those in need, and not once did a day go by where he didn’t think of you. 

Even through all the chaos Ashe worries about the people he cares about. As a student he would think of his siblings, and now he thought of you. 

The hardest part was adapting to being alone...and keeping faith. It’s difficult to convince yourself that everything is okay when it isn’t

There’s a reason Ashe doesn’t frequently talk of his actions amidst those five years. He has done things he is not proud of, and experienced sensations he wouldn’t wish on anyone 

He approached the monestary with little hope of anyone else showing. Only when Gilbert appeared did Ashe become lively. When he saw his highness’ with the professor he was ecstatic...then you appeared 

  and he felt his heart shatter. The arrows knocked themselves as he pushed through to your position on the field. He becomes a bit too overtaken from adrenaline 

“(Y/N)! Y-you’re...you’re alive! Where have you been?!” *que almost being beheaded by an axe*   “ O-oh! Right. Not the time, let’s finish this!”

 Once settled in the monestary again you can find him in his room, looking over the old letter. He’ll wave it in your face with tears pricking his eyes. Ashe isn’t angry in the slightest but all those feelings of abandonment from the day you left resurfaced like new. 

“When you left... I realized that nothing could be worse than the thought of living without you.” 

Linhardt:

Lin. I’m certain you already know what I have to say. I won’t ask you to wait for me or give an empty apology. What i’m doing is selfish and I don’t hold any expectations for forgiveness. Albeit I do trust that you will live through this. You’re a tough guy whether you’ll admit to it or not; don’t let your inner sloth dominate over your responsibilities. I know you’ll do the right thing. -(Y/N)

 Linhardt isn’t surprised in the slightest. He admits to not being the most involved boyfriend, but he knew you well. Perhaps more than you know yourself. 

Contrary to everyone else seeing you two as a love-hate partnership, it was far more complex. You’re much more than a personal alarm clock to Linhardt and even in his more infuriating moments(*cough* drifting off during your dates *cough*)you always have his attention 

“*sigh*...and there they go again. Leaving me to clean up their mess”

 He predicted everything down to the last letter. From the moment you both relocated he could see that you were uncomfortable. Signing up for schooling did not equal agreeing to a draft. Linhardt observed the struggle but remained patient for you to approach him. While normally invasive he also respected your boundaries. There were other pressing matters to attend to in addition to both your personal issues. 

He had been delegated to return home until further notice. It didn’t take much to piece together why you had left. With him gone there was no reason to remain, not with the army in its current state. Not when you could possibly be used as leverage or forced to fight on Edelgard’s side. 

 He was smart enough to realize it was only a temporary farewell. 

Linhardt speaks of your departure to no one, and comes up with a stable alibi for when asked.To help indirectly, he tries to stall your missing status report for as long as possible. Your rashness didn’t give much leeway to get the story straight but he managed. It was a bit too troublesome for his liking though. 

 Troublesome, but worth it. You left unscathed and with the only evidence being his letter. Linhardt considered burning it; it was the logical solution after all. You probably expected him to do so after piecing together your coded message. 

 It stays with him, folded up and used as a bookmark for his personal tomes. It is always by his side for safe keeping.

When the reunion day draws near he departs from the estate, only taking his research and some valuables. He may not have foreseen to find the professor or the church duo, but you were anticipated. 

“Well, look who it is. A runaway returned I trust?” 

There is no animosity or sense of tension. He’s just as sassy and you bargained for no less. Like stated before, you both know each other well. He might comment on how you’ve changed or test your knowledge. You know, see if “you’ve slacked off” even though everyone knows he’s far more lax. 

Don’t be fooled though. He may have helped because it was the easiest course of action, but do not expect to pull a stunt like that again. He refuses to wait another five years for a life of peaceful retirement. This is going to end soon so be prepared to act as his stressed out lab assistant again 

[ryqoshay]

OTP Ask Meme (Impatient Edition) NicoMaki

Yeah, I know the point of these things is to wait for followers to Ask questions from the list, but reading though this one got me thinking too much. And, as the title implies, I got impatient and wanted to answer them all. Right away.

Anyway, credit to @lonelypond​ for this version coming across my dash. Reblog that version if you want to do this thing correctly.

Also, just because I’ve already answered these here, I’ve expanded on some for various reasons and left others short if I believe the reasons are obvious. So if you still want to do the whole interactive thing, you can still ask for clarification or whatever.

And finally, there will be spoilers ahead for How to Handle a Nico, both scenes I’ve written and posted, as well as some that remain in my Notes and WIP Warehouse. I’ll try to remember to link to the chapters mentioned.

1. Who wakes up first?

Nico, so she can make breakfast for her Maki.

2. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

Maki. Usually because she studies or works later and/or longer hours. She is also not above pulling Nico back into bed when she comes to wake her.

3. Who takes longer getting ready?

Usually Nico.

4. When they can’t sleep, what do they do?

Maki’s libido can pretty much always be counted on to at least exhaust Nico, if not both of them.

5. Who falls asleep while watching a movie?

Depends on who had a rough day or week at work/school, though Maki may get bored and either watch Nico or fall asleep during overly sappy romance movies.

6. Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile?

Either, depending on the stresses of the prior day.

7. Who comes up with the cheesy pick-up lines?

Nico intentionally. Maki unintentionally.

8. Who gets extremely competitive playing Mario Kart?

They both are, though in different ways. This is depicted in Consolation Prize.

9. Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling?

Maki, especially if she is in an unfamiliar place.

10. Who sets the other’s ringtone to something loud and obnoxious behind their back?

Both, though Maki only in retaliation for whatever teasing Nico may have done.

11. Who rearranges the bookshelf/DVD shelf in alphabetical order?

Nico likes a proper presentation of her idol merch. Maki is too busy with other stuff to care about special organization.

12. Who does the hands-over-the-eyes “Guess Who” thing?

Nico.

13. Who points out a dog when they see one?

Either.

14. Who’s prone to road rage?

Maki, especially when she is trying to get to the hospital when called in at some odd hour, or trying to get home after a stressful day.

15. Who’s prone to wearing socks indoor (or to sleep)?

Nico gets cold easier. Warm socks help.

16. Who reminds the other to put on sunscreen before going to the beach (or pool)?

Nico, partly out of habit from doing it with her siblings and partly as an excuse to offer to help Maki put it on. Depicted in Sunscreen.

17. Who carries all the important documents while traveling?

Nico.

18. Who gets the window seat?

Nico. Maki traveled enough with her parents and is happy to let her girlfriend see the sights instead.

19. Who puts their cold hands/feet on the other?

Nico intentionally. Maki unintentionally, usually.

20. What do they argue about the most?

I don’t believe anyone has been brave enough to track the data for this.

21. Who’s clumsier?

Maki, especially in the kitchen. Nico has her moments though.

22. Who texts more often?

Nico. With heavy emoji use. (I need to depict this more in HtHaN somehow)

23. Who is better with kids?

Nico. She was the primary caregiver for her siblings for many years after all.

24. Who’s the better cook?

Nico. See above.

25. Who mistakes salt for sugar?

Maki. Even after Nico labeled the containers.

26. Who puts the fork in the microwave?

Maki.

27. Who cooks at 2 in the morning?

Nico. Maki isn’t allowed to cook without Nico’s supervision. However, this would be a rare occasion as Nico typically will prepare something ahead of when Maki is arriving home this late and leave it for her to reheat.

28. Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1 a.m.?

Maki, when she’s reheating whatever Nico made for her after arriving home late.

29. Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies?

Both.

30. Who likes doing the dishes?

Nico, though it would be more appropriate to say she doesn’t dislike it.

31. Who has bigger cravings? What are they?

Nico loves her sweets. Maki loves her Nico.

32. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Nico is highly attentive to Maki’s preferences in food. Knowing what Maki likes in restaurants lets her know what she can make at home. And food is definitely one of the best ways to Maki’s heart.

33. How do they eat ice cream? What’s their favorite flavors?

Nico likes sundaes with lots of sugary toppings. She also likes trying new flavors and will often get multiple scoops of different flavors. Maki is fine with a single scoop cone.

34. Do they go on dates? What are they like?

As often as their schedules allow. Maki likes quite dates like walks in a park or museum or sitting up on a hillside for stargazing. Nico likes shopping for outfits and idol merch, going to movies and bustling amusement parks. But both love watching the other enjoy their hobbies so they’re willing to go along with the other’s interests as well.

35. What do they smell when they smell Amortentia?

Nico smells her father’s aftershave, strawberries, and stewing tomatoes. Maki smells Nico’s special tomato curry, Nico’s shampoo, and the cinnamon sugar of the snickerdoodle cookies the Nishikino baker made for her to leave out for Santa.

Yes, two of Maki’s are directly related to Nico. What can I say? She’s addicted.

36. Which one is the secret snuggler?

Maki. The more tired or drunk she is, the clingier she gets.

37. Which one offers their jacket to the other when they complain they feel cold?

Maki. Nico gets cold easier, so Maki is usually the one to offer her jacket.

38. Who reaches for the other one’s hand while driving?

Yes.

39. Who leaves little notes in the other one’s lunch?

Nico, because she is the only one who makes lunch for them both; Maki isn’t the type to do such a thing even if she were allowed to cook more. (Bonus: What does it say?) Usually the messages are simple affirmations of love, but she is not above getting snarky if the two had an argument recently.

40. Who is the most affectionate?

Nico in public. Maki in private.

41. Who is the big spoon/little spoon?

Usually, Maki is the big spoon as she is quite fond of hugging her Nico like a teddy bear, though Nico will sometimes jetpack.

42. What is their favorite feature of their partner?

Maki loves Nico’s smile, particularly her genuine, unforced, non-idol persona smile. Nico loves Maki’s voice, specifically her singing voice.

43. What is the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

Nico starts teasing Maki more, no longer to “put the spoiled rich girl in her place” but rather to see more of the adorable reactions. Maki actively tries to deny her feelings, even to, or perhaps especially to herself, falling back on established habits of insisting that she doesn’t have time to date, all the while quietly continuing to seek more time with Nico.

44. What are their nicknames for each other?

Both exclusively use -chan with the other.

45. Who worries the most? Over what?

Early on, both are worried about losing the other for different reasons. Nico is afraid that should a scandal occur that ruins her idol career, Maki may blame herself and leave. Maki fears that a busy schedule of studying in medical school followed by long hours at the hospital may turn away someone like Nico, whose attention seeking seems infinite. Later, as they settle into their relationship, their concerns turn to more stereotypical adult fears; traffic or transit accidents, sever illnesses, etc.

46. Who initiates kisses?

Nico in public. Maki in private.

47. Who says I love you first? How did it happen?

Nico, by accident, as depicted in Spoken.

48. Who tells their friends/family about their relationship first?

Technically Maki in both cases, though with their friends, Nico was active in the chatroom, and with their mothers, Maki only beat Nico by maybe half an hour or so. These instances are depicted in Reconstructed Reunion and Telling Mama.

49. What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Both have busy schedules, even as early as the years immediately following high school, so spending time away from each other is quite commonplace. This still did not stop Maki from going through a bout of depression during Nico’s first tour as a professional idol, as depicted in Homesick and Homecoming. From then on, Maki starts a tradition of visiting Nico during longer tours so as to break up their time away a bit.

50. Who gets overwhelmed by small acts of kindness?

Nico, as the more romantic of the two. This isn’t to say Maki doesn’t value sentiment, she just has other ways of expressing it than being overwhelmed.

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Tag Tuesday - First Fic

I thought it was only fitting that the first Tag Tuesday should feature the "My First Fic" and its related tags.

I think, in retrospect, writers tend to look back on our first works and cringe, but I also think there is a lot of love, joy, enthusiasm, and beauty to be found in first fanfics. The whole process back then was new and exciting, and I remember having a kind of almost manic energy and excitement while writing my first fic that I've never been able to recapture since then. So lets take a moment to shed some love on some of the fandoms' first forays into writing fanfiction!

Was your first fic in the Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons universe? Send it our way! We'd love to see them!

Hey, see me after class? - by bluebird_lamentation; A New Beginning; >1k; Complete, 1/1

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: M/M

Relationship: Neil/Rod; Characters: Neil, Rod, Allen, Felicity

Additional Tags: Fluff, Friends to Lovers, One-Shot, May add more chapters idk, first fic, Modern School AU

Summary: Neil asks to see Rod after class, it may be better than what he expected...

A Chance to Start Again - by ChewyGirl12; Friends of Mineral Town; 2k; WIP, 2/?

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Claire the Farmer, All Residents of Mineral Town

Additional Tags: cursing, Daily life of a farmer, Collection of events and stories, ongoing, Really just a way to practice writing, Maybe some drama, This is a Teen up but there is cursing and some mature themes so be advised, Just a happy story of life in a small town, Multiple chapters, Some Romance, Rival marriages are a thing with the correct pairings, You can date either gender in this game!, This is my first fanfic and time here

Summary: After news of her grandfather’s death, Claire receives his old farm in the will. Bored of the city life Claire packs up and heads over to Mineral Town to start her new life as a farmer. Hard work and many happy moments await her as she makes her living and meets new friends along the way. Although Claire is not exactly the sociable type, the residents of Mineral Town still find their way into her heart as she establishes new relationships in this small town, whether that be friendships or perhaps one day love among the many potential romantic candidates among her. This series will be an ongoing tale of a new farmers life in Mineral Town and those in it.

Refuge - by Genderfluid_Writes; Animal Parade, Tree of Tranquility, Stardew Valley; 8k; WIP, 3/?

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: Multi

Relationships: Chase (Harvest Moon)/Elliott, Shane/Original Character(s), Renee | Lina/Toby | Tao, Anissa | Anise/Jin | Won, One-sided Chase/Owen, Candace/Emily; Characters: Chase | Chihaya, Elliott, Shane, Original Non-Binary Character, Renee | Lina, Toby | Tao, Anissa, Jin | Won, Owen | Ose, Chloe, Candace, Emily, Harvey, Kent, Lewis, Gus, Jas, Vincent, Luke, Bo, Pascal

Additional Tags: Assume the usual cast is here, My First Fanfic, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, M for Language and Themes, will I ever write smut? who knows, Crossover, Unrequited Love, First Love, Non-binary character, POV Multiple, no beta cos im a lazy coward, Fluff and Angst, May or may not be character deaths

Summary: With news of the Gotoro Empire closing in, a handful of residents from Waffle Island make the perilous journey over the sea, armed only with a friend of a friend's supposed assurance that they'd be welcome in Stardew Valley. For most, it means leaving family behind, but Chase only had unrequited love to run away from. However, reluctantly saddled with his best friend's young cousin and the informal leadership of the group, he has no choice but to get involved with life in let another backwater town. With the others missing their home and worrying about their families' safety, will he be able to stand with them in solidarity, or will he turn tail and run back to his old life? What if he misses the island more than he thought? What if these displaced souls find new life in a horrible situation? First fanfic I've ever written, let alone publicly shared. Hope its not too terrible. Also there's no beta-ing atm, beware of mistypes.

Here You Come Again - by SeasonSuite; Trio of Towns; 58k; WIP, 14/?

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M

Relationships: Female Farmer/Wayne; Minor or Background Relationship(s); Characters: Farmer, Wayne, Frank, Lisette, Ford, Ludus, Trio of Towns ensemble

Additional Tags: Crushes, Falling In Love, Love, farming, Fluff, dolly parton references, Friends to Lovers, cowboy aesthetic. idiots to lovers, Day At The Beach, Flowers, Romance, My First Fanfic, Bonding, Feelings, Humor, Slow Build, Did I Mention Fluff

Summary: On the first day of her new life, June meets a handsome, smooth-talking postman. Caught between his seemingly earnest words and his philandering reputation, she writes him off as bad news. Over the year, as June struggles to build her new farm, Wayne proves her wrong—then right—then wrong again. or, Westown's charming postman is known for being perfect, and he's usually happy to play the part. But when a new farmer tries to get to know the real him, Wayne learns that to be loved, he has to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known. Trio of Towns made me FEEL a lot of things so here's a sappy romantic love letter to my favorite bachelor. Slow burn Wayne x Holly, fluff and romance and drama. Background ships and more to come. New chapter Fridays or your money back!

Sugar and Spice - by Chibimiie; Animal Parade; 18k; WIP, 15/?

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences, Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Category: F/M

Relationships: Chase/Molly the Farmer, Angela/Luke; Characters: Molly | Hikari, Angela the Farmer, Chase, Luke

Additional Tags: first fic, Slow Burn, at least molly and chase are, oh god how do you tag fics, beginning is kinda rough, angela chapters tend to be shorter, mentions of eating disorders, ya girl was making it up as she went along, alternating povs, Friends to Lovers

Summary: Wanting to get away from past hurts of the city, sisters Molly and Angela decide to respond to a flyer advertising an abandoned farm on the faraway island of Castanet. Leaving behind their closest friends and brother Kasey, the two take a chance and move to the tiny island hoping for a new chance at life.

Lady Of Grasstrail Farms - by FromADenOfBeasts; Pioneers of Olive Town; 43k; WIP, 34/?

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M

Relationship: Female Farmer/Lars; Characters: Original Female Character(s), Female Farmer, Lars, Laura, Angela, Clemens, Damon, Jack, Emilio, Reina, Victor, Gloria, Simon, Jesse

Additional Tags: My First AO3 Post, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, spoilers obviously, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, Supportive Big Brother, honestly the best big brother ever

Summary: Pioneers Of Olive Town AU where Lars is single. That's not all that happens but it is the reason I wrote this. A young woman named Vallon quits her job and follows her heart to Olive Town, where her family has roots deeper than she ever thought. Now she has to contend with new neighbors, ancient magic, and getting the hang of farming a wild land. Can she cope on her own, or can she at least find someone to share it with? Formerly titled "Why Not, Lars?" (Please note that this AU was planned so that absolutely nothing has occurred between him and Beth.)

Siblings - by teamBLAZE; Harvest Moon (Friends of Mineral Town, Island of Happiness/Sunshine Islands); 6.3k; Completed, 6/6

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: Other

Relationships: Claire the Farmer/Cliff; Chelsea/Mark

Additional Tags: Family, Hurt/Comfort, Reunions, My First AO3 Post

Summary: Left with only a photograph to remind him of the past, Cliff lives with the hope of seeing his sister again. Years later, a certain girl appears at Verdure Island with the task of reviving the other islands, wishing she would see that somebody once she accomplishes it. Will they find what they have longed for? An experimental fic based from a confession.

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What do you think the female lis’ families are like? I feel like only the guys talk about their families, with the exception being Talia talking about her parents and brother I don’t think any of the other girls do at all

hi anon thanks for the ask, hope my headcanons make sense

Talia:

pretty nuclear family, an older brother, her mum and her dad

her older brother’s maybe 4 years older or so, not enough that they never saw each other but enough that they didn’t really meet in school or anything

and that’s definitely why she meshes so well with the Jake even though they have like 6 years between them, shes used to the gap and hes really similar to her brother anyway, both goofy but sweet when they need to be

she definitely really close with her mother, i know its mentioned that they look just like each other, but i think that dialogues universal for the S1 LIs

and her mum owns a salon, right?

thats definitely why she takes such good care of her hair, her mother always did when she was little and encouraged it, complimenting her on it and styling it whenever she wanted

and she worked at the salon when she was a teenager and it was summer, working the front desk or cleaning up, sorting products, that sort of thing

its definitely a different story with her dad, hes pretty traditional and didnt take her coming out very well

it ruined things between them for a while and made it hard for her to visit, she only saw her brother at his place and her mother at the salon, but after LI, if shes with MC, he eases up a bit when he sees how happy they are

shes so open about her sexuality, especially on the show, because she doesn’t want any other kids to feel alone, she knows how much it sucked when she was a teenager

if she ends with MC, her mothers there at the finale and just showers MC in compliments and comments about wedding bells to mess with Talia

and her brother loves teaming up with MC and Jake to tease her 

the first time he met Jake, Talia thought they’d get married on the spot cuz they just meshed so well

her dads wary at first, but once its clear that MCs not going anywhere, maybe he catches them talking about him or something and just being vulnerable with each other, which is something Talia never was with him, he starts welcoming MC more, buys her flowers or something the next time they visit and annoys Talia because he didnt get any for her

Allegra:

ive been headcanoning for a while that she has a really big family and an awful relationship with them

her parents got divorced when she was little, maybe 3 or 4, they both remarried, her mom got divorced and remarried again, so she has a ton of half and step siblings, but no full

because there were so many kids in whatever household she was staying in at the time she kinda got lost in the crowd, which is why shes so desperate for attention on the show, she never got any when she was younger

and no matter what happens on the show, her parents dont call her or come to the finale, the only person that says anything is the one step sibling shes close with

they're about the same age, maybe 8 months to a year apart, and were glued to each others side when they were tweens

but they live really far apart and her step sister couldn’t make it to the finale, so they barely see each other which makes them drift apart a bit

if MC runs away with her after the reunion, she gushes to her step sister and they get closer again, to the point that her sister moves in with her for a job a year or two later, maybe right before quarantine if MC doesn’t so they don’t go insane

MC and her sister get on well and always call her Leggy just to watch her get mad, and they’re the only two people that can get her to calm down when shes pissed, her anger being another side effect of being ignored as a kid

the only way she got attention was if she threw a fit, and eventually that frustration just stuck around

but she gets better when she gets closer with her sister again and after the backlash from the show dies down, which it does pretty quickly when her and MC announce their relationship since she was the fan favourite

she never really introduces MC to her family, it just doesn’t make sense to her, but MC drags her along to a few weddings and holiday parties until Allegra’s dad introduces himself to her like its the first time four events in a row

she gives up after that, and Allegra’s perfectly fine with it, she’d rather keep their relationship between them anyway

Marisol

like Talia, she has the same family dynamic - an older brother and her parents

but her brothers only a year older and their relationship is a lot tenser

her dad always encouraged competition between them - if one got a good mark on an exam, the other was expected to match or do even better, if her brother got an award, Marisol was expected to get it a year later, that sort of thing

she doesn’t really talk with her brother outside of formal or family events, there’s still a lot of tension from their teenage years between them, but Marisol’s too proud to admit it, and her brother is too

and she’d never admit it, but the whole reason she’s in law school is because her father wanted her to, and she was just lucky that she enjoyed it

and again, like Talia, her dad didnt take her attempt at coming out well, he just flat out denied it, told her she’d meet a nice guy and settle down, that is what just a phase, all that shit

neither her mother or brother stuck up for her, which pissed her off a bit and just made things worse

her mother was never that involved in her life, never seemed that interested unless she was getting perfect marks and competing in dance competitions

and because she was so focused on her studies and work, she never had many friends and has honestly always seen them as a waste of time

its why she has no problem shitting on Lottie’s girl code, to her it just never made sense

so most of her friends end up being from the show and MCs friends if they’re together, and shes not big on family events, her immediate family isn’t either

but she is really close to her abuela on her mum’s side and an older cousin on her dad’s who’s gay and shes always related to 

she got really excited to introduce MC to them, and her abuela made a whole array of food for Marisol, MC,  and her abuelo and her abuela cooed over MC for ages

her cousin bought them drinks and made them tell him stories from the Villa, and afterwards pulled Marisol aside and told her he was proud and approved of MC and it made her really mushy and she hated it, MC wouldn’t let go that she cried in the cab for ages

her brother and her mother were never particularly rude to MC, but her father definitely was cold and distant and disrespectful

she got pretty pissed after that, telling MC off for ever encouraging to go and shouting about why that kind of thing was the exact reason she kept her distance

her and MC definitely has some issues after that for a while, and she shut her dad out until he gave a halfhearted apology, but her cousin and abuelos helped her feel better about her family situation

Elisa:

her parents aren’t together anymore and her mum had custody of her most of her life, even though she struggled to raise her and her sister

she didnt know her dad that well until she was a in her late teens, but regardless of all the lost time, they still have a good relationship

makeup and art was an escape when she was younger, and even when her mother was exhausted after working multiple shifts, she always encouraged her and helped her improve or just told her she loved it

her mum was her biggest supporter when she started the whole influencer thing, and her favourite thing to spend her money on is things for her family, like flowers for when she visits her mum or a new phone for her younger sister

they’re seven years apart, so she never had that close of a relationship with her when she was young, because what 13 year old wants to hang out with their annoying 6 year old sister

but once she got a bit older she started taking her to the movies and shopping to bond and encouraging her own art

her sister loves music, and even if she cant relate to it directly, she always does her best to support her

she even got kassam to make her sister a mixtape after the show and give some tips on mixing, and if MCs a musician she always asks her to give her sister lessons or something

introducing MC to her whole family all at once was one of her favourite things to do, she took them all to dinner and bought MC a dress and everything

her parents loved MC and laughed at all her jokes, and MC nearly joked on her salad at a story her dad was telling 

and even though her sister was pretty quiet, she told Elisa how much she liked her afterwards

they all start a family game night that is Elisa’s favourite thing to post about all week, and even though her parents haven’t been together since she was 7 or so, they still get on well and now that her dad’s more comfortable being there even though he’s not with her mum, hes more involved in her sisters life

her job and her Elisabees are crazy important to her, but she’d drop all of it for her family, even if she doesn’t seem super sappy

Lottie

shes an only child for sure, but with a few cousins shes decently close with

her relationship with her parents isn’t perfect by any means, but she still gets on with them

they encouraged her art even if they made some odd comments about her being alt that rubbed her the wrong way, but they mean well

there was a couple years where Lottie thought they’d get divorced, because they were arguing about finances cuz her mum went back to school and they lost her income, but when she started working as a nurse they were able to get back on track

her dad’s a bloke and loves sports and cars and all that, but hes also big in horror movies and is the one that introduced her to it

her mum hated all the gore, but her dad would let her watch it with him when she was out of the house

she always goes home for Christmas no matter where shes living, but has her own traditions for New Years and Easter

her aunt and uncle always host a big dinner and her dad drives two hours to get there, and she always spends the drive listening to new music and planning new makeup looks to test out

she has a ton of cousins because each of her parents has 4 siblings, but their ages are all so spread out that shes only close with a few of them and swaps stories from the year with three of them

they all lost their shit over MC when she brought her to their Christmas Eve dinner, hugging her way too much in Lottie’s opinion and telling her as many embarrassing stories as they could think of

her mum spent the car ride there trying to connect with MC, and they actually got on pretty well, but her dad seemed to click with MC even more for whatever reason, giving her a beer when they got back to Lottie’s parent’s house and turning on Lottie’s favourite slasher film for background noise while they talked

her dad made MC swear that she’d come back next year, that they weren’t allowed to trade between MC’s family for Christmas and Lottie’s, and MC agreed with a laugh as Lottie’s head was in her lap, watching the movie

Hannah:

she has a huge traditional family

three older brothers, two older sisters, and a younger brother

she grew up in the country and her mother had horses that she always loved to spend time with cuz i love her but she was 100% a horse girl

her parents never had any problems, were always happy and sappy and that was the only type of relationship she saw growing up, so before Love Island she didn’t really understand that relationships could be bad and how to deal with that

two of her older brothers and both of her sisters are married, her brothers and one sister have kids, again super traditional and happy, which only further reinforced these fairy tale ideals she has

she loves her nieces and nephews, but never felt like an aunt, more of an older cousin for whatever reason

her oldest sibling is her brother, they’re 13 years apart and he has four kids already, hes been married since 21

her oldest sister got married the oldest at 25, and shes always been worried she won’t match up to them, which was a huge motivator to go on Love Island

shes closest with her middle sister, who’s 23 with no kids, but she still has a nice house in the suburbs with a big yard, still crazy nuclear

her whole life has been spent around this type of tradition, and it was really hard for her to break out of it after Love Island

Hannah’s youngest brother is still only 15, and hes a bit of a black sheep - hes alt and dyes his hair and draws tattoos on his arms during school, and she was never close with him before Love Island, but after she comes out as some kind of queer, he comes out as gay and nonbinary(he/they) and they get really close for once

he gets in a fight with their parents when they’re 17, and he runs to Hannah’s place, driving multiple hours to get there and moves in with her after a few weeks

they stay with her until they graduate uni with a degree in education, getting a job at a school and telling all their students that his sister was on Love Island and her girlfriend’s really cool

MC and him are her biggest encouragement to break from the mold her family set, both so her relationship can thrive and to be a good role model for her younger sibling

she struggles with fitting in with her stereotypical family and siblings that all have multiple kids and nice houses, but she still loves her little mishmash of MC, her sibling, and the constant friends that cycle through their flat - Lottie, Priya, Chelsea, Gary sometimes even, Ibrahim once or twice as hes on a golf tour

Lottie loves her sibling and sometimes does makeup for them, and Chelsea always shows up unexpected to hang out with MC and redecorate their house but Hannah hates it because she likes all the memories her clutter has, even if MC calls her a hoarder sometimes

she had so many hand me downs growing up that now she has her own place, she loves filling it with things that are for her and MC and only them and has a really hard time letting go of things, always reasoning that they might give her inspiration to write or something

AJ:

shes an only child too, which made her dad treat her as much like as son as he could

her parents struggled to conceive, so once they used IVF to have her they didnt want to go through it again

her dad was super excited when she was interested in sports and is her biggest fan, always showing up to every single game and driving her to practices before she moved out, though she still doesn’t have a car cuz she hates driving, its too much pressure

her dad would watch games with her and coach her during off seasons, her uncles a football coach and used to get them tickets when he could, sometimes letting her train with his team when she was a teenager

her mum didnt like how hard she pushed herself, but was still supportive of how much she loved it 

her mums a mathematician and always helped her with her homework because she awful at maths, while her dad would try and teach her history or edit papers until her mum had to step in and correct him

when she came out as bi and later gay, they didnt even bat an eye, her mum making her pride color cupcakes and her dad maybe even being excited that he could point out cheerleaders when they were watching games

her mum didn’t quite understand when she wanted to go on Love Island, but her dad thought it’d be a laugh and further enforced her “just have fun” attitude

but her parents are both crazy happy when she wins with MC, making a banner when AJ first brings her home

she thought her dad would crush MC when he started hugging her, and her mum made an entire cake, biscuits, cinnamon rolls, and more sweets that she made them take home

her parents always make her and MC come over for dinner on Sundays and she started noticing the extra effort they always went to - her dad actually dressing nice, the house was super clean, the dog always had recently been given a bath

even though she knew her parents supported her, seeing all that really calmed her nerves about bringing home a girl, and made her coming out as a gay a lot easier

MC and her alternate between their family’s for holidays, and her parents each invite their brother and their families every time, and after their third holiday at her parents, they bought her and MC a dog

her and MC definitely have a pretty traditional family life, married after a few years with a nice house, going as far as to adopt a kid or two when AJ stops playing professionally, her parents always closely involved with their grandkids

Disclaimer - I don’t know if Yasmin or Lily make mentions of their family, so I’m just going with what I think

Yasmin:

her mother passed when she was 12, and her and her younger sister were raised by her dad

he wasn’t always the best dad, sometimes he struggled to make time for them with work, or sometimes he struggled to connect with them, but it was never anything too bad

she was always super close to her sister and parented her as she was growing up since they have a 9 year difference between them

her sisters her biggest fan and always makes her send demos and work in progresses so she can listen to them on repeat, and whenever Yasmin writes a song specifically for her she loses her mind

all her friends love Yasmin’s solo music and Enchanted Husband and she brags nonstop

Yasmin figured out she liked girls pretty young, around 10 or so, but only came out when she was 17. she didnt want her sister to ever feel alone or isolated if she ended up being queer too, so she tried to always be open about who she was

her dad sat her down when she bought a pride flag and had her explain everything to him step by step, and he gave her some space for a few days, but then he offered to take her to pride when it came around 

he doesn’t talk about it with her much, and she knows he doesn’t fully understand, but he offers his support whenever he thinks she needs it

her sister absolutely fangirled over MC the first time she met her, hugging her and not letting go until Yasmin nearly pulled her off MC

her dad hugged her too but was far more reserved, hes quieter like her, and tends to keep his distance, whereas her sister has no problem shrieking and making a scene in a train station

later that night her dad pulls her aside and tells her he likes MC and thinks shes a good fit, and her sister has no problem saying how cool MC is, even when shes in the room

her sister and her dad always ask for tickets when shes touring nearby, and MC always offers to take them to dinner before the show, and the three of them get on better than Yasmin expected

she thought her dad might be too distant or her sister too excitable, but even if she’d never say anything, seeing them all get on makes things easier

when her sister gets older and moves out, their dad moves closer to Yasmin, even though he never says exactly why, and there’s a few years where her sister and her are both to busy to meet up, but MC makes them hang out together and then get dinner with their dad when their all in town

MC tends to be her reminder to slow down, and after that dinner she cancels the rest of her tour and takes a two year break in which her sister starts spending weekends at Yas and MCs, their dad visiting often too

Lily:

she has three full brothers and shes the only girl, her parents are divorced and her dad remarried while her mother stayed single

she has a step sister from her dad’s remarriage, but they dont have much in common and didnt grow up together, her parents only split when she was 15

two of her brothers are older than her and her oldest is the one shes closest with, with a gap of 7 years between them

hes an engineer and into cars too, he helped her fix up her first car and helped her pay for college

her youngest brother is only a year below her, but they were never close, he was never that interested in playing in the mud when they were kids

hes an art and english double major and still lives with their dad, hes closer with their step sister than Lily, but there’s no bad blood or anything

her other brother is a middle ground, three years older than her

he’s an accountant and used to drive her around before she could herself, they bonded over a few small mutual interests like a tv show they would binge together and just staring a space together since they shared a room, her younger brother and step sister across the hall

her dad wasn’t crazy active in her life and she doesn’t know her step mother, but her mum worked from home when she was younger and had custody on weekends

she babied her younger brother and always scolded Lily for being a tomboy and it bothered her a lot when she was little, until her older brother started encouraging it

her brothers all love MC, even her youngest, and they all try and bond with her in a different way

sometimes Lily goes home just to find a note that one of her brothers took MC to a movie or dinner or somewhere else, and she wants to be annoyed with them for it, but she likes the validation

she never officially came out, so none of them saying anything or criticizing her is really comforting, knowing that something so trivial doesn’t matter

her mum was a little shocked by the show and MC, but she tries to be polite and eventually comes around, inviting MC to go shopping to bond

her dad has no problem, her step mother being a little confused but not concerned, and her step sister doesn’t care, just nods at MC the first time she meets her

Lily tends to keep her distance from her family, especially when her older brothers find partners and start families, but is fine going to events, sometimes its nice to see her brothers and catch up