#also i'm so sorry anon I left this in the drafts and forgot about it for months...

[ultramarine-spirit]

Hello how are you?

I wanted to ask you in the fandom what are the theories that are still considered almost-canon? For example I saw something about Felix being a bastard and I don't know what else. It seemed very interesting to me and I wonder if there's More about the others characters.

Thank you so much!

Oh! That's a very interesting question! These are theories so I'm (mostly) not including things that are 100% canon, even when the fandom questions their canonicity

I think there are a few...

Felix being a bastard: His mom was Claude's wetnurse, and was drawn by Spoon wearing a maid dress. Something unthinkable for a Duchess.

Aeternitas killed his father, Emperor Caelum, and the Duke Alpheus from his time: The way he talks about them in the novel seems to imply that.

Emperor Caelum being one of Lucas' only friends: Lucas does speak kind of nicely about him, which says a lot coming from him, so they were probably friendly with each other before the Aeternitas shenanigans. @lithi ships them.

Lily is a lesbian/was in love with Diana: I'm so sorry, felily is very cute and all that but it was 100% pushed by Spoon in the manhwa. In the novel there's no subtext between them at all. The only thing was baby Athy thinking that Felix better not try to get together with Lily, that's it. Meanwhile her friendship with Diana is very emphasized, Lily almost died for Athy when she was a newborn, she later tells Athy that she never wants to marry or have kids because she has her (which is a pretty daring thing to say coming from a noble lady), and also her name is Lily. Historians will say they were best friends.

LP! Lucas will find Lee Jihye and they'll get together: Almost canon, there's no other narrative reason to send him to Korea. Does that create a time paradox? Probably. I would read a novel/manhwa about it, reverse isekai stories are so fun.

Lucas tried to commit suicide when he "went to sleep": Up for interpretation, but "going to sleep" is such a common metaphor for suicide. Plus, it supports the parallels between him and Athy, who committed suicide in the same way.

Ijekiel has a mother: Okay, this is straight up canon, but it's very funny that she never appeared in the manhwa. I wanted to see her...

[luci4theminorannoyance]

🧟Can I ask for a part 2 of the reader turned into a zombie and their partner protects the reader from getting shot? 🧟‍♀️

Bad ass goddess valeria, Hot Alejandro, Sweetheart Rudy, Cutie Gaz, and cute octopus Konig

I'm sorry if there are too many characters. It's just that I love your writing. I am seriously addicted to it. You're the best. 🫂

a/n: this- this draft has been sitting in my inbox for a whole 7 months I think… I’m so sorry. I totally forgot about me ever making that post because it’s old! Also to anons asking for part 2s, please try to link that writing of mine so I can refresh my memory without hunting through my posts :((

Gaz:

-gaz had been haunted with nightmares since the day you got infected, barely eating, barely sleeping, barely thinking. Wanting to go home to your comfort but knowing there was no home and no ‘you’ to get comfort from

-you were kept in base until the task force found a cure, he knew that much, but he didn’t want to see you and didn’t want to see how he had failed you

-one night, in one of the colder months, he base was raided, all the doors open and enemies holding everyone hostage, the enemies discussing what to do with the hostages and the locked up zombies, including you, choosing to just end everyone

-And before gaz could think he had gotten out of his ropes and was standing in front of you shakily, not even sure you knew who he was or that you weren’t going to bite him

-he was shocked when he felt your cold icy hands hold him close from behind, watching as luckily back up showed up before he was shot by the enemies to begin with

-guilt starts to follow him after the event, because he never visited… you must have thought he was dead, or had left you! He visits you daily now until he finds the cure, which he’s determined to do

konig:

-konig was a colonel, high ranking and good at his job, so when the first waves of infection hit he was shoved into a bunker with you and he thought you and him were gonna be fine in the cozy setting his job had landed him

-oh how he was wrong.. one door breach, one minute of things going on that he couldnt control, and then you were bit. His whole future turning to dust in his eyes

-how could he ever go on without you? You were the one thing he was planning on staying for in the now messed up world

-since the bunker has been heavily destroyed by the ravage, he packed what he could and took you everywhere. He had some common idea that you knew who he was, that he proved with the fact you didn’t attempt to bite him nor hurt him, but it still made him feel so helpless to see you slowly rot ever so slightly

-he had stumbled across a camp with you one day, feeling something off about the place a second before he heard the all too familiar click of a sniper rifle being taken off of safety, and he quickly got in front of you, knowing you wouldn’t dare hurt him

-had some very choice words with the survivor after the fact, but at least he got some info on the newest solution attempts for the virus, which was a shot that would halt the rot and spread of contagious diseases in those turned to the undead. Which is better than nothing, right? He has hope that one day you’ll be safe in his arms, making his heart melt with your soft words again

Rudy:

-the cartel had grown and grown in the ruins of the virus like a weed, and soon started testing cures- who knew that the cartel would be a useful resource for once.

-that however did not stop from Alejandro and the vaqueros working in their little time trying to push Valeria out of the small still semi functional town

-most in las Almas hadn’t been affected due to the hills and lack of large population, but it didn’t stop some from getting infected… you being one of them

-Rudy was heart shattered when Alejandro had forced him to leave you in one of their safe houses, but he knew it was for the best

-after a particularly bad incident, the cartel had found most of their safe houses and bases and Alejandro knew they needed to move fast and grab only what the team needed to continue operating. What they didn’t need? A zombie. No matter how close to Rudy you may be

-Rudy, as soon as he learned of Alejandro’s plan, got down on his knees and begged and sobbed for Alejandro to change his mind, finally getting Alejandro’s soft heart to give up on trying enough that Rudy took you along with them to the newest base, softly leaning into you the whole time, enjoying your touch even if it was cold and uncomfortable

I’m so sleepy but uh- I’m sorry for not doing Alejandro and Valeria! I might try to do an actual follow up on this 😭

[goldendoodledenny]

Requested by anon

(ugh... I absolutely HATE when the draft doesn't save... It frickin' posts instead... OWJEEHDHJWDJJSHS)

Amalia x gn reader- pampered like royalty (sfw)

Reader is gender neutral and referred to as y/n

They forget to take proper care of themselves, so Amalia invited them over for some self care and pampered them! 💚

Amalia cared deeply for y/n... She loved them... Dearly... So it absolutely ticked her off when she found y/n looked fatigued, like they hadn't eaten all day... And they looked dehydrated... And sleepy... And they stank a bit too...

Amalia grabbed their hands. "Y/n! Have you actually taken care of yourself today!?" She shouted, concerned about their health.

"uh... Oh crud... Hehe...sorry... I kinda... Forgot..?" They responded nervously.

Amalia starts pulling them towards the palace, saying that she was gonna help them.

..........

They arrived at her room, specifically her bathroom, and she draws a bubble bath, making sure y/n liked the temp of the water. "Alright, I'm gonna go talk to the chef and get them to make ur favorite food, I'm also gonna get ur favorite cold drink, ok? Now, you need a bath, I'll go, you take your bath, got it?" She informed y/n.

Y/n murmured an I understand and she left. They took their clothes off, and stepped into the bath, laying in it, realizing how much they needed it, and it had bubbles too! They relaxed in the water, and after a bit, they hear Amalia knocking on the door.

"y/n, I have your drink, and I'll wash your hair before you really relax, ok?" She didn't give them any time to argue, as she opens the door, putting the drink on the sink.

They hurried and covered themselves, face red. "A-Amalia... Couldn't you wait?" Y/n pleaded.

"No, silly, you were probably gonna doze off..." She said, motioning for them to sit up.

They sat up against the wall of the bathtub, back to Amalia, and making sure their stuff was covered. Amalia started washing their hair, first soaking it with water, then putting shampoo in their hair, kneading it into their scalp, relaxing them further, making them forget they were flustered just a bit ago.

"you know, shampoo should only be used on your scalp, as it's used to clean the grease and oil and such..." She drones on about the importance of taking good care of your hair, and how to do so.

Y/n completely tuned out, just listening to her voice, not the words. They snapped back to reality, as Amalia was rinsing their hair. "You ok, y/n?" She asked, concerned at the sudden jolt from them.

"o-oh... Yah... I just zoned out for a bit..." They responded, not wanting her to know how soothing her fingers were on their scalp.

"ok... If you say so..." She said, sceptical.

The princess continued rinsing the soap out of their hair. After that, she put conditioner on her hands and applied it to the ends of y/n's hair, telling her why she did.

After that, Amalia stood up, wiping her hands off with a towel, and said, "I'll be back soon to wash the conditioner out of your hair, you wash your body, y/n,"

They nodded, and the sadida walked out, closing the door behind her. They grabbed some body soap and a rag, and started washing themselves.

..........

About ten minutes later, Amalia knocked on the door. "You finished washing your body, y/n?" She asked.

"yah, I'm all done, you can come in," y/n responded, blushing slightly.

Amalia came in and shut the door behind her. She put fresh, comfy-looking clothes on the sink, then started washing their hair out, afterwards giving them the drink. "There you go, drink it, I'll get you once the food is done," she stated, starting to walk out.

"w-wait... Actually... Could you massage my scalp? Like when you were putting the shampoo in my hair?" Y/n asked, face red with embarrassment, taking a drink.

Amalia pretended to be more grumpy than she was and huffed, "fine... But you should know, I'm the princess of the Sadida kingdom and..." She blabbed on and on, walking over and massaging their scalp like earlier.

They relaxed, zoning out again and drinking the drink. After a bit, Amalia stops, and she smiles gently at how relaxed y/n seemed.

..........

After a while, the drink is finished and one of the staff knocked on the door, saying the meal for y/n was ready. Amalia told them to put the meal on her table and she walked out to take care of it, telling y/n to get out of the bath and to put on the clothes she brought in.

They got out of the bath and dried off, putting the clothes on. They walked out of the bathroom, and Amalia sat them on her bed, giving her the plate/bowl of food and some utensils.

Y/n dug into the food, finishing it before long. "That was delicious!" They exclaimed, stuffed.

Amalia smiled softly at their contentness, "I'm glad you thought so... Maybe you'll remember to eat more often... Now come here," she said, sitting criss- crossed on the edge of her bed, pointing to the pillow on the ground in front of her.

Y/n sat there, and Amalia started brushing their damp hair. They thought it was soothing, and they enjoyed it when Amalia did this for them.

Soon, she finished and told y/n to get on the bed, patting the spot in front of her and turning her direction, sitting on her knees. They sit there, and are surprised when Amalia puts their head onto her lap, massaging it.

They smile gently at her, "thank you, Amalia..." They said, yawning.

"you're welcome, y/n... Now, go to sleep," she responded gently.

They don't argue and fall asleep pretty quickly, swearing that they felt her kiss their forehead just before they fell asleep.

The End💚

(MAN I wish she did this to meeee... I'm so sick of being SINGLE T-T)

[sugoi-writes]

FUCK. I WROTE PART NINE AND HAD IT ALL READY TO GO AND THEN MY KID GOT HER HANDS ON MY PHONE AND CLOSED THE APP. THANK LUCIFER I HAD THE FIRST HALF SAVED AS A DRAFT BUT STILL. OTL sending this separate because I was paranoid she'd do it again and I would have to write the second part a third time 😭 also realizing I forgot to put my sig at the bottom of Pt.9

..... Annnnd of course, after pressing send I remember that I forgot to rewrite the part where reader chokes Alastor when they cum. just shoot me holy motherfucking shit

At some point I'mma just make these into a full blown PWP fic. It seems like they get longer with each installment 🤣 (I'm sorry btw, I always feel kinda bad whenever I leave long messages in anyone's inbox 😫

AYEEEE WELL YA KNOW WHAT THEY SAY - GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE!! 😘❤️‍🔥

It's a fitting pet name Hunny Pun! You're the queen of puns and you're so so SO sweet like a Honey Bun! is that icing or Alastor's jizz on you??? ... im so sorry i'll see myself out again 😭 CAN'T FIND AND KISS ME IF I FIND AND KISS YOU FIRST BABES~! ❤️❤️❤️

I can't hold on to my anonymity anymore guys so I'mma be making Pt.10 my reveal post~ it's killing me that I can't leave rabid fangirl messages on your works like you all do here for me! I really did wanna wait until I got the Smutmus Holy Trinity complete or at least in the revision stages but just- GAH! I NEED YALL TO KNOW HOW AMAZING I THINK YOU ARE. Beautiful beautiful minds, inside and out i can't even-!

Seriously though, I can't even begin to express how grateful and happy I am to have met any of you! And there are no words in the English dictionary (or any at all really) that I could use to describe what I feel about how accepting and supportive you've been! I could NEVER thank yall enough for helping me to find the joy in writing again. I love all three of you so much and I'm honored to call you friends!! 🥺🥰💋

- ☄️❤️ Smut Santa

False Alarm for the Next Part!! And honestly, thank God, the vibe is still not charged HAH--

Oh no!!! I'm so sorry that happened to you!! I had a similar experience when writing my part 2 to my Nun! Alastor fic. Fun fact: had to re-write it 5 times because I kept forgetting to save it. ;;_;; hhhh my baby fever is so bad I'm crying, but man, KIDS! What a little stinker 🥹❤️

Also, my ask box is usually super empty? Like, you could LICK the floor with how neat and empty it is? I LOVE messages? Even better if they long like Alastor's girthy fucking co--

We--We were- when we??? ALASTOR GETS--??? MY HANDS AROUND HIS???

*Danny.Exe has experienced an Error*

*Rebooting*

OKAY IM BACK--

☄️❤️Anon... babycakes. At this rate I'm gonna do more than fucking kiss you. I think we're past that now. And if you keep calling me 'Hunny Pun', or similar pet names, I'm just gonna jump your bones--

Hug you!!!! I meant hug you!!!

It's Alastor's jizz. It's canon-- NO DONT LEAVE I NEED TO KNOW HOW I GOT IT ON MY FAAAAAAACE

GUYS CODE TREAT, CODE TREAT, THE ANON VEIL IS DROPPING!!! ITS DROPPING DHDHDJDHDJ-- You will never gain a mutual as fast as you will then I SWEAR

☄️❤️!!! Smut Santaaaaa! 🥹😭❤️ Your mind is a beautiful, smutty, enchanting place!!! Knowing that you've been religiously cranking this out, while also having a kiddo... Seriously, how do you do it??? If anyone deserves the praise rn, 🎵it's you??? It's you, ITS ALWAYS YOU!!🎵 ❤️❤️❤️

Don't push yourself too hard! Please? ❤️ I will treasure these rare, scrumptious little treats for as long as I have brain cells left ❤️ I will call you friend until you tell me to quit or I lose my voice for good. And even then, my lips will keep moving and repeating the same thing until I'm blue in the face. ❤️❤️❤️ you are such a sweet, sweet, soul, and I can feel your vibes, and they are so wholesome! I can't wait to meet the person or sexual fiend behind it all! I feel like I speak for us all, and not just the main 3, but EVERYONE: everyone who has read your posts love you to bits. And they love your work to bits. Best believe when you publish your first work, we'll be there. En masse. And we will be EAGERLY returning the love you surprised us with.

Thank you for all that you do. On this post in particular, you deserve a foot rub, a forehead kiss, and a hug that lifts and spins you off your feet! 💗💗💗

Have a blissful, best of days you can have, dear! You deserve it! 💗

[i-was-a-teenage-eldritch-horror]

You turned on anon a long time ago and I forgot to ask. Sorry! I just wanted to ask what is the proof that Gendo SAed Rei? Here's an interesting thread by the way. I just wanted to know your thoughts.

Hi, thanks for your question.

This has been a rather contentious topic for a long time in the eva fandom. The thread you linked started in 2009, but I'm sure this was being discussed before then as well.

Before I get into anything else, I want to point out that this is an evageeks thread. The evageeks wiki is somewhat useful for things like trivia, but it is not a good place to go to for in-depth analysis of the girls and women in eva, their trauma, and how that relates to gender. Evageeks is rather misogynistic and clownish.

I have to assume that by "proof" you don't mean explicit dialogue, since you're talking about Neon Genesis Evangelion and asking an analysis blog about it. Analysis is about reading between the lines, yes? But I suppose it's worth bringing up that Ritsuko does mention the abuse pretty explicitly in a draft of episode 24, if that's worth anything to you.

To me, it's obvious that Gendo was sexually abusing Rei. The fact that she's a teenaged clone of his dead wife is suspect enough, but let's dive deeper.

The scene in episode 5 where Shinji tries on Gendo's cracked glasses in Rei's apartment is pretty solid evidence. The glasses represent Gendo's worldview -- his gaze -- and the fact that the lenses are cracked, distorting the sight of the wearer, signifies that Gendo's worldview is very warped. The first thing Shinji sees after putting them on is a naked Rei, too. Shinji then falls on top of Rei, accidentally grabbing her breast. This mirrors Gendo's purposeful action in end of eva. The cherry on top of all this is that Shinji violated Rei's space -- he not only walked into her apartment when he believed she wasn't home, but was also snooping around in her room! He could've left her new ID card on her bed or dresser and left. This is interesting when you compare it to Toji's attitude towards Rei's space in episode 17 -- he's a bit weirded out by Shinji's willingness to just barge in and clean up while Rei isn't home. Also, in the scene from episode 5, you can see shoe prints on the floor in the apartment that don't look like they come from Rei or Shinji, so make of that what you will.

Another tidbit I want to mention is that there's a scene in episode 23 where a bunch of tiny Reis pop up out of Shinji's hand while the angel is attacking. In the ADV dub, what the tiny Reis are saying is "Ikari, it hurts!" I'm not sure what the Netflix dub dialogue is, and I doubt this dialogue is indicated in any subs. If anyone reading this speaks Japanese and wants to weigh in with what the tiny Reis say in Japanese, please do. Being that the later, more psychological angel attacks dredge up the pilots' past and ongoing trauma, I find this relevant to mention.

There's also the many scenes of Gendo gazing at a naked Rei throughout the series. Most notably in episode 15, which also shows Ritsuko glaring angrily at Gendo in jealousy while he does so. Later, in episode 23, Ritsuko says that she lost to "these dolls," meaning Rei and the clones. Lost in what respect? In what ways are Ritsuko and Rei different? Well, Rei is younger -- the same as Ritsuko was when she first met Gendo. Also, even though Ritsuko is thoroughly traumatized, she still retains some semblance of an ability to say no, and conceptualize the consequences of saying no. She had a life before Gendo. Rei has not experienced a version of life without Gendo. In episode 5, Rei asks Shinji why he doesn't have faith in Gendo, to which Shinji replies that he doesn't trust him. The "faith" vs. "trust" distinction is pretty consistent throughout English translations, and Rei's usage of "faith" indicates the god-like power that Gendo holds over her.

Ritsuko inherited the tripartite division that plagued her mother: that of woman, mother, and scientist. She views Rei as sexual competition (I hope it's not controversial to state here that Ritsuko and Gendo had a sexual relationship? Also there's that part in episode 24 where she basically says that he's raped her), which is "woman." She's one of Rei's caretakers, arguably spending more time around her than Gendo, which is the "mother" part of it. Finally there's the "scientist" part -- Ritsuko is a scientist and Rei is her test subject. There's a scene early on in the show that's rather striking. Rei is bandaged up in her underwear undergoing a full-body scan. This procedure is supervised by Ritsuko, who coolly converses with Misato as if none of this stuff with Rei is happening. Despite the fact that Ritsuko's the one supervising it! Not an ounce of concern or compassion. Because that's what abusers do, they divide, conquer, and pit their victims against each other.

It's worth noting that if you look at the Gendo-Ritsuko-Rei dynamic as a warped version of a nuclear family, it aligns very well with what is known about families where the daughter is being sexually abused by the father. Typically, the mother (Ritsuko) in this situation will only tolerate the abuse of her daughter if she is also being abused or if she feels especially powerless. Both of these describe Ritsuko, who thinks of Rei in much the same way Naoko thought of her. Naoko was sleeping with Gendo and being manipulated by him, too. Also, a lot of people in that thread you linked deny that Gendo was sexually abusing Rei because "he thought of her like a daughter." They point to the line in one episode where Gendo says that if his and Yui's child is a girl, they'll name her Rei. But sadly, fathers do sexually abuse their daughters. Even ones who are biologically related.

It's horrible -- nobody wants to think of it, but it's an uncomfortable truth. For far too many men, the definitions of "daughter" and "lover" are not mutually exclusive. I believe that "incest" as a term applies to Gendo's abuse of Rei because he's in a caretaking position, Rei thinks of him as a caretaker, and carries all the baggage that comes along with having an abusive caretaker. Nobody with more than 2 braincells to rub together would say that the Nanami-Touga thing in RGU isn't incest simply because they're not biologically related. Rei's afraid of being abandoned by Gendo, works hard to figure him out, why he treats her the way he does, why she was created, and what to do with herself. Shinji and Rei's Gendo-centric angst are two sides of the same coin; the edge that separates the two is gender.

With all this in mind, the structure of Gendo and Rei's relationship heavily gestures towards the familial. The evageeks users in that thread correctly observe this, but they allow their own naive assumptions about abuse to prevent them from taking the next logical step in their analysis of the show.

Lastly, a major part of Rei's character is her relationship with her body. Any type of trauma and abuse, but especially sexual abuse, has a nasty habit of disconnecting victims from their bodies. A major theme surrounding Rei's character is her body. It's so overwhelmingly obvious that even the dullest viewer would pick up on it. Rei spends a decent chunk of her screentime naked, and her status as a warm body is relevant to Gendo's plan for 3rd impact (he needs Rei because she houses Lilith's soul in a physical form -- this was his own design), the dummy plugs (which run off her decision-making process), and Gendo's abuse of her (she is literally a clone of his dead wife, whom he spends the entire show trying to reunite with).

I hope this answered your question!

[goldeneyedgirl]

day 125 asking for home again please i'm begging u i don't mind if you have a new chapter an idea or just rambling randomly about this fic i'm only asking for crumbs i hope it will touch your heart

Anon, you moved me. I'm so sorry I forgot your request. I have a memory like swiss cheese.

The rewrite has temporarily stalled, only because I have four chapter fics going, three one-shots needing to be finished, and I'm plotting out Whumptober, Nanowrimo, and Ficmas. Plus I have uni work which involves planning and writing a manuscript in 2025. Soo rewrites have escaped me for the time being.

But I do have plans to add a couple of fics to that series. The next fic I was going to publish was second chronologically - Cynthia's wedding. So this takes place maybe eight weeks after Home Again, so everything is kind of new and Jasper gets to experience Alice's family nonsense and how the insanely rich live.

Other fics I was messing with in this universe (the file for these has disappeared, so I have to do a deep dive on my harddrive to see where it was filed but it's totally gone at the moment) includes Alice's father showing up in Mexico for a surprise visit at a very inopportune time; the Brandons deciding to have a pre-Christmas gathering at Alice's house so that Alice's mom can get a bunch of photos for social media; Alice and Jasper in Seattle (I mean, we need to have Maria show up at some point - I love writing Maria); plus drama around the rest of the family - Edward and Bella having a baby, Peter and Charlotte getting married, and just other wholesome nonsense.

I might also drag the OG drafts for celebrity Alice out of the archives for Ficmas because, listen, the original Vision was very different. I think there were three different versions in 24 hours, lol.

Anyway, here is some of the draft of Cynthia's Wedding/the Spectacle.

jasper.

Flowers.

That was Jasper’s first thought.

He’d never seen so many flowers in one place before.

Or ribbons.

Or people.

“Breathe.” Alice was standing beside him, looking much more at ease than he felt. She looked beautiful but almost foreign on his arm; she’d had hair and make-up people in their suite early, and had emerged with an artfully messy updo and an almost porcelain-doll appearance.

She didn’t seem entirely real, honestly.

None of this did.

They’d arrived in New York City the afternoon before and this had been the most eye-opening twenty-four hours of his life.

First of all, the chauffeur that had picked them up from the airport had swept them to one of the most expensive hotels in the city - he knew Alice had vetoed the Plaza, where Cynthia was getting married, citing a complete lack of privacy - and they had been quickly and efficiently swept up to a suite that was, frankly, nicer than his Seattle apartment. A perfectly tailored suit and Alice’s dress for the wedding had been waiting for them, along with a handwritten schedule and half a dozen floral arrangements - as well as a bottle of champagne and a ‘good luck’ note from Carmen, which made Alice snort.

There had been a dinner reservation made at the hotel restaurant with Alice’s godmother - a pinched woman who downed three martinis and left citing a need for a cigarette before they’d even received their entrees. Alice had laughed at his total bewilderment - “I’ve known her my whole life, Jas, and I’ve never seen her eat anything more substantial than a martini olive - or stay at an event longer than thirty minutes.”

The next morning, Alice had disappeared to spa treatments, hair, and makeup after breakfast, and returned to the room looking rather blank and popped two pain pills on a relatively empty stomach but had reassured him that she was fine. He’d even gone out to get her something to eat, but she’d only picked at it and blamed nerves about being in front of the camera.

And now they were at the wedding.

Alice’s dress was beautiful - dark plum lace tailored close to her body with a high neck and buttons running down her spine. The hem brushed the floor, concealing the fact that she had insisted on nearly four inch heels despite the pain they caused her. A small fortune of diamonds hung from her ears and around her wrist that Alice claimed belonged to the family trust, from a long-dead family member. The suit Carmen had arranged for him was tailored so perfectly that it was one of the most comfortable things he’d ever worn - and one of the nicest, far and away nicer than what he'd worn at his own wedding.

That made him a little nervous - first class flights to New York, the hotel room, the suit… Alice had convinced him that as her date, she was going to cover everything. He was doing her a favour, after all - Cynthia wouldn’t have allowed her to attend without a plus-one. But this whole weekend was costing more than his entire life, and that made him somewhat uncomfortable.

“This is…”

“A lot, I know.” Alice’s smile is pasted on her face, and doesn’t look quite right. “Just look like you’re happy to be here and no one will notice.”

“I’m happy to be here with you, this is just terrifying,” he murmured in her ear and for a moment, Alice’s mask dropped and she gave him a genuine, albeit bashful, smile.

The entrance had an actual red - well, gold - carpet at the entrance, against a wall of white roses. Various photographers were lined up, snapping away. It took him several moments to place a few of the other guests dotted along the carpet - models, celebrities, singers… It was surreal.

Ignoring people calling out to her, Alice carefully guided him inside the hotel.

—

The ceremony room was all gold and white, adored in hundreds of white candles, and masses of flowers in whites, pinks, and lemons. It was dizzying and oddly hypnotic, like standing in a secret garden but knowing that something wasn't quite right about it.

Gold chairs draped in silky fabric were arranged for the guests - rows and rows of them, negating Alice’s assumption that this was planned to be an intimate wedding. A white and gold bar was set up at the back of the room, where numerous people were clustered around - people Jasper had only ever seen on TV.

“You’ll be seated in the front row,” the perky attendant said, escorting them down the aisle, gesturing to two seats.

//

Securing a glass of champagne for Alice and a gin-and-tonic for himself, Jasper immediately returned to where Alice was seated - where a man was looming over her. He wearing a well-worn, rumpled suit, clutching a drink like it was a lifeline, and looked like he needed a shave and a good night's sleep. He wasn't anyone that Jasper recognised, but the way he was scrutinizing Alice made Jasper feel oddly protective of her.

"Mary, Mary," the man said in a rough voice that sounded almost mocking to Jasper's ears as he handed Alice her champagne.

“Alistair,” the fake smile is back but Alice doesn’t rise, merely nods at him. “How are you?”

Alistair, the former fiancé - a long-time associate of Alice’s father and not someone Alice has spoken of fondly. He didn’t know the details of the break up - or even the engagement - and he couldn’t bring himself to google search his own ... what? Girlfriend? Either way, it felt very disloyal to google things Alice didn't really want to talk about.

“You look better than I expected,” Alistair is frank, and is inspecting Alice like a piece of meat. “The way your family has carried on, I expected...”

"To be at death's door?" Alice offers sweetly.

"You not to be here," Alistair chuckles, before looking Jasper up and down.

//

Mr Platt is exactly what Jasper expected; an imposing man with salt and pepper hair and generic movie star looks. He doesn’t acknowledge anyone around him, firmly focused on his phone. There’s a haughty looking woman next to him in a shimmering dark blue dress and smooth red hair that Jasper suspects is his wife, even if she isn’t old enough to be Alice’s mother.

“Fourth wife, former assistant,” Alice murmurs to him from behind her champagne glass. “Mother of two daughters, and she’s very upset that neither of them were boys.”

[the-cookie-of-doom]

hello~~~ i'm your secret saturn for the jeffffffffest event!

i have a couple of ideas for your gift, but first i want to ask a couple of clarifying questions so i can be sure we're on the same page:

In the Ghost MV, the Jeff we see as the soldier - in my head i've always called him the General, and have him marked as such in my notes. Is there a name you prefer for him, or will i stick with the General?

I know you left the DNW section blank, has anything come up that you think you would *not* want in it? if you do think of anything even after this, feel free to just sort of throw a post on the dash and i'll keep an eye out for it 😆

(btw in the middle of writing this i had a sudden lightbulb moment and now im so freaking excited to write this!!!!!!!!)

-🪐

ANON DARLING IM SO SORRY I FORGOT!!! I got this while I was in class and I kept trying to answer, but I was afraid of someone looking over my shoulder :' ) It got eaten by my drafts

I don't have any particular name for that character; I think I tend to call him Commander bc I like the sound of it, but honestly? I have no idea what his actual position is supposed to be?? I've also used Scientist, Officer, and straight up just Husband lmao, so whatever works for you, works for me!

I have no idea what to put for a broad DNW @_@ Honestly, I can be into anything if the writing is convincing enough/makes sense within the universe! I know that's not particularly helpful, but if you had specific concerns you could always ask about those? I also haven't formed too strong of opinions about the characters yet, the way I do for ships like KimChay. So I would say skim my ao3 for the kinds of things I tend to write, and that might give you a better idea? I will say I don't love first person PoV, unless it's an epistolary-style sections, like a letter or a diary.

I'm so excited to see whatever it is you've come up with, and again, I'm so sorry for not responding!!

Edit: actually, since you specifically mentioned the Ghost MV - don't make the Wife a jealous harpy? I'm fine with her being cold/morally gray/straight up evil, given she is a seemingly willing participant of the unethical experimentation going on. And I love playing with the dynamics that could exist between all three of them, jealousy included. But I guess I don't want to see her as an obstacle to the ship/made into a caricature. Idk how to explain it, but just. The thing that tends to happen to female characters when they "get in the way" of a ship, y'know? Whatever else happens between them all, she loved them, and they loved her. It was just ComplicatedTM

[perfectarmony]

ep 8 of TCL had multiple scenes with Arman at Thony's house/garden. do you think that was just for convenience or do you think the writers are trying to merge their worlds a bit more? some have noted that he looked out of place there - do you think they are trying to highlight how different Thony and Arman's everyday lives still are (what a diff betw Nadia & Arman's home vs. Thony's, lol) or starting to make it seem more natural for him to be there? obviously, it's much easier to have Arman there when Thony's family is not around. where do you see it going in the next few eps? tx.

Okay, well this is about to get messy anon! 😅

Welcome to this week's episode of ''my two cents on Armony'' I guess??

Disclaimer as always: this is just how I see things - and those things are always clearer in my head 👀

Also, Tumblr apparently hates me, and I had to start this entire thing again from scratch after it failed to save as a draft, so I might come back to add something I forgot later 🙄

Okaaaay, so I finally had time to quickly go through the tag, and I definitely mostly agree with what has been said about that part! so I won't dive too much into it, because others have already said it perfectly!

But there is something I'd like to add though, because I feel like by focusing so much on their scenes, we don't see that a lot more is actually going on.

To try to answer your question, I don't think anything is done for convenience on this show - but what struck me most during this episode wasn't really their scenes, but Thony's - alone in that house.

And all I could think of was this house no longer feels like home

sorry not sorry if that song is now stuck in your head, but that's all I could hear (also, don't take the song, that is about cheating, literally - just make the lyrics that feel relevent fit Thony's pain and let the song guide you 🤧 I am not going to start vidding this song when I have 100 other projects on standby. Nope.)

The director did a magnificent job there. I absolutely loved those quiet, yet powerful scenes where Élodie just shines through the pain and emptiness her character is feeling.

To have to watch her all curled up in Luca's bed or simply sitting on her bed and staring into the void - and then cutting to the noisy, chaotic and happy bubble Fiona and the kids are in...it was just stunningly painful.

Okay, you might wonder where I'm getting at with that, but keep those scenes in mind and let me go back to Arman and Thony.

You're right, the difference between their two houses is stricking. At least it usually is. But not so much this time...if you're willing to look past the money tied to Arman's house.

As gorgeous and fancy as Nadia and Arman's house is - it's just that: a cold and empty house with no soul. I might be influenced by the fact that we only saw that house when they had fights or difficult times, but still - it doesn't feel like a home to me.

And this is just how Thony's house (and heart...) felt during this episode - empty, cold and way too quiet. When Arman first came by, that's all he could hear - the screaming silence, instead of the warmth he may have expected (and maybe hoped) to find there.

Something else to remember: Thony is in this situation because she wanted to help Arman - and this is maybe also partially why he felt so out of place. He knows how much her family - Luca - means to her, and yet, because of that choice, she has to stay away from them. I wish we would see more of it on screen - but we shouldn't forget about the guilt Arman could be feeling for dragging her into this mess. (and yes, she made her own decision, but still.)

Also. Arman had already lost it all - his power, his money, his wife/family. For Thony, her only treasure has always been her family - the only thing that truly mattered, the light she came home to when everything else was dark. But this was the first time she was left with nothing, and no one.

I can hear you - 'but she has Arman.' Yes. And no.

When Arman and Thony were together, they had nothing but each other - and they chose to be alone together. Arman offered to stay, and she didn't even hesitate one second - because he represented safety, comfort, but also, to some extent, family.

She still had to come to terms with the fact that every move she takes to keep her family safe is painting a target on their backs - and that she had to stay away from them to protect them.

And then, she had to push Arman into Nadia's arms in an attempt to keep both their families safe. But in doing so - to some extent (send help. I'm reading way too much into all of this and I'm turning in circles.) - she had to watch Arman get back to his family, and to what she sees as his home. More than that, him being with Nadia meant that he was able to protect her - while she's all by herself, has no control, and has to stay as far as possible from her family to keep them safe.

When he comes back to give her the key card, this is also what Arman feels guilty about - to have to leave her alone while he has someone to go home to - even if it's just a lie.

Am I making any sense? Or am I just inflicting myself more pain unnecessarily by trying to turn my thoughts into words? 🤧

As to where I see things going in the next episodes - careful spoilers incoming in 3.....2......1.......

*************spoilers*************

after reading the synopsis for 2x09, I guess Arman won't have to play pretend much longer....But with everything going on - Bosco (rip), finding a new supplier, Luca getting worse, Thony going to Manila with Kamdar (🤧) I guess there won't be much time any of that. But I might still be over here hoping that they're together when Fiona takes Luca home. I think Chris and Jaz will be staying at JD's while Fi looks over Luca whenever Thony has to be away - so maybe there's a chance we could see him back there. But after that, Luca is at the hospital...so....🤧 Can you all feel the pain coming?!

Okaaaay, thank you for forcing me to verbalize my thoughts anon, and I hope I somewhat answered your questions! ❤️

[mandalhoerian]

Hey, I don't know if anyone's mentioned this to you before, but I just wanted to say making Vera's color scheme pink (with black) totally makes her super recognizable and iconic, you know? It's a genius character design choice to me because in all of Resident Evil, there's no other character that's "pink," so she really stands out in a fresh way. It's like you filled a gap we didn't even realize was there. Plus, she's got that whole tech vibe going on, which is so cool because she stands out from all the scientists and badass fighters dealing with bioterrorism. I just think she's awesome and the thought put into her design is top-notch! I miss her sm I hope you update soon <3

RAHHHHH ANON KICKING MY FEET GIGGLING THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ?????? I FEEL SO VALIDATED AHAHAHAH LIKE YES MY EFFORT HAS BEEN NOTICED BAAHAHAH

You didn't ask for this at all but I'm going to ramble ANYWAY. SO

I was extremely particular about making her "recognizable" as you say, like memorable. Because good god RE has so many good female characters who are so unique, and color-coded somehow, honest to god I was like "WHAT IS LEFT IN THIS UNIVERSE I DONT KNOW HOW TO MAKE A DISTINCTIVE OC WHAT AM I GONNA DO"

----- like, I had a friend who knows extremely early drafts of her, and embarrassingly she was a corrupt, snobby, scope-hungry journalist redhead who wore red and dressed like veronica lodge from riverdale 🙃🤐

and then she was korean for a while (this fell after i discovered ashiemochi's so-ah). and then turkish. and then the turkish journalist thing fell AS WELL because i discovered other journalist ocs on tumblr paired with leon and a turkish journalist on wattpad and i was like "oh my god fuck i am scrapping everything" (this idea later got recycled in moth to a flame)

first drafts are absolute hell, as you can see.

i actually dont remember how i got the pink idea. im also like. obsessed with color? i guess. i like to categorize so it's always fascinating when a character/thing is associated with a color/symbol/animal/ and owns it -- like, the girlies in RE -- they made Ashley orange-yellow, sheva purple (kinda? its not as prominent as the others), rebecca pistachio green, alex wesker white, ada cherry red, claire apple red and it just HITS, it could just be a me-thing though. It falls apart at one pointt I know, because how many characters can you color code hahahah (and they didnt even try with the men. they're shades of blue, all of them. or black. bo-ring. they went with the hair and body type for them while the girls got the colors kinda DDJSKDS) -- so take it with a grain of salt, it's just that I love color as a starting and developing point and I cant overgrow it 😭

but like. interestingly there was no pink pink character like you said — apart from moira burton that is who has it in like the hood of her jacket and bracelet and nowhere else, though she is a minor character? i guess in a zombie game franchise marketed to boys majorly in earlier years, they wouldn't really prefer pink LMAO so it was easier to bubblegum chainsaw an OC in since that was a deliberately left alone concept. I was like "mine now" and put a spin to it!!!!! I love that she's just black-pink. It's her whole thing. Such a satisfying thing to me to work with

I'm glad you think highly of this, the opportunity was ripe for the taking and I just went for it! Thank you so much for taking the time to share your thoughts with me!1!!!💕💕💕

EDIT: I FORGOT THE TECH THING YOU SAID IM SORRY. Yeah that was on purpose to further establish her to be her own thing as well. Too much "she's not like the other girls" vibes here AND ITS WORRYING but no she is just like the other girls and is proud of it. I just wanted to explore other occupations DJSDHSJSJKD Legit it started out as wanting to branch out and experimenting how I could incorporate it to RE's story!!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN I WANT TO KISS YOU CONSENSUALLY ON THE FOREHEAD THIS ASK MADE MY DAY IM WORKING ON THE NEW CHAPTER CURRENTLY!! Hopefully it will be out this month, you know how long the chapters can get 😭

[sandinmybed]

I wanna know your headcanons for a little shop of horrors byler au 👀

HI ANON YOU ASKED THIS LIKE A MONTH OR MORE AGO AND I SAVED THE RESPONSE AS A DRAFT AND FORGOT TO POST IT IM SO SORRY

anyway omg okay I have SO much enthusiasm to talk about this

(also for anyone reading this who doesn't know LSOH very well, there's not many characters in it, so some of them are going to be left out unfortunately)

so my instinct for Seymour was Will because of like, everything about him screaming Will energy lmao. And having Mike as Audrey the damsel in distress is fun. but I thought about it and couldn't make the rest of the story fit as well so Seymour is now Mike. I don't think Will could kill someone to get what he wants, even if they were a bad person; Mike possibly could though. So Mike is Seymour. honestly i genuinely cant choose who fits which role better but im commiting to mike for this post

Which makes Will as Audrey hahaha. this fits better too because while he's not dating any abusive partner to play as the dentist, his dad was abusive as hell. But the dentist, while he's very abusive and a huge bastard, does get the best comedic song in the entire thing, so I'm gonna make him Dr Brenner and say that he's not dating Will (because ew) but Will is his secretary or nephew or something and Dr Brenner manages to fuck with him that way.

(this would also mean that will isn't working at the plant shop with Mike, but that's fine he just spends way too much time there)

I think Jonathan would make a good Mr Mushnik - it'd give will two reasons to be in the shop, and Mr mushnik's main job is to tell Audrey that the dentist is a dick and to get rid of him, and to give Seymour/Mike shit. jonathan would be perfect in this role.

the plant Audrey II would probably be named Henry or Dart in this to fit the vibes of the powerful creepy entity that eats people, but Mike could equally name it some nerdy dnd stuff

the plant manages to eat Brenner and also possibly jonathan ( :( story purposes) but i also think its very plausible that dustin would rock up and get eaten because he tries to befriend it ala d'artagnan the demodog.

for anyone interested heres my st x lsoh fanart of will holding audrey ii

[whynotcherries]

pre-soc fic for the wip ask game!

i'm awful, oh my god. genuinely forgot about this one. very sorry, anon! <3 this one... i literally am so unsure about why this is in my drafts the way it is. the whole plot of this fic was going to be like "kaz and jordie's parents -> the day they left for ketterdam" and like a whole backstory FROM his dad's pov, but... like, this is very much from jordie's pov. i am very confused. but i'll share it with you, LOL. please bear with me. i don't remember much about writing this, but i know i was literally sitting on the floor in my bedroom on a certifiable Bad Night (and like... this was a while ago. like, january). needless to say, it's not my best work. BIG apologies. tw: very briefly mentioned death

Kaz Rietveld was born at the tail end of a blizzard, his family crowded around a burning fireplace to try to keep warm as the snow remained packed and solid outside. That was why there was no medik present, which was the reason his father gave as to why he’d survived this ordeal, but his mother hadn’t. 

If the people of Ketterdam ever learned that he was born in the throes of winter, they would’ve snorted and said something about it being fitting, for someone so cold in temperament. 

But to Jordie Rietveld, this was perfect timing. It seemed right, that despite the devastation that had come with Kaz’s birth as a result of the season, that they celebrated every year during winter. Jordie didn’t have to go to school, so he got to stay home and play all day on his brother’s birthday. It also, conveniently, meant that he had the ability to sneak out with his father the night before to go to the shops and find his brother a gift.

[reluctant-mandalore]

A bi!reader with mando is all of my hopes and dreams. Even if its a blurb I humbly beg of you

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, cuddling, kissing, mentions of biphobia, reference/mention to coming out, hurt/comfort, not beta read. 

Word Count: 1036

Pairing: Din Djarin x bi!Reader (also gender neutral)

a/n: I completely forgot someone sent this ask in. It's been in my drafts forever and I'm so sorry to whoever this anon may be. But in case anyone is still interested, here is a short thing about Din being soft and reassuring with bi reader who is a bit down about themselves being bi. Reminding them that they are valid regardless of what others may think.  I sometimes struggling with my sexuality a bit (internalized biphobia sucks and biphobes being jerks dont help) and I wish that I had someone there to comfort and support me through it. So that’s what I wrote. Enjoy! 

The arm you had around the Mandalorian that night had been tight. His back was facing you at the moment, and you couldn’t stop yourself from nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck to place a kiss there. 

Din had let out a tired hum at the feeling of the kiss you had given him, although he hadn’t reacted much otherwise. Clearly he had been intent on making himself get some rest, and you in turn had found yourself inclined to join him in that slumber. Though while laying in the darkness together, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. Thoughts of many things filtering in your tired mind, as you found your mind thinking back to the day that you had finally come out to him. 

Din had been more accepting of your coming out then what you had honestly expected. In the past coming out as bisexual had been hard, and you had learned very quickly how some people across the Galaxy thought of you. Din on the other hand hadn't seemed bothered by it at all, and nothing much in your relationship had changed when you had told him. He had been supportive and understanding—choosing to listen and learn more about you and your sexuality every step of the way. 

Although at times that reassurance couldn’t seem to squash your own unease. Thoughts of “what if?” still seeming to drown out anything else in relation to it—and tonight had been no different in that regard unfortunately. 

"You really don't mind that I'm bi?"

Your question had been asked on impulse more then anything, and it had sounded quiet in the darkened space. The lack of an answer from the man had made you wonder if he had already falling sleep. It would have been a logical assumption after all. Today had been busy for you both, and Din in particular had seemed to be very exhausted at the end of it. 

"Of course not." He finally mumbled out with a small yawn. His sudden reply nearly making you jump, though thankfully you had resisted doing so. "Do I have any reason to?"

You had shrugged, and soon found yourself tightening your arm around his waist even more—almost as if you were afraid he would leave you in that moment. “I don't know. Others seem to think you should though.” 

“Don’t care what others think.” He had said as he had rolled over and shifted in your arms so that he could face you. The sight of his soft brown eyes looking at you so sweetly within the dark having made your heart flutter almost instantly. “Did someone say something again?” 

There had been some concern and a hint of anger laced in his words. The Mandalorian had always been protective over you and the kid in general. So when others were known to bother you for your sexuality he had always stood up for you. He made it quite clear that he wasn’t afraid of showing his support when it was needed. He wouldn’t let anyone bring any sort of harm to his family, no matter what it may be, and honestly that thought alone had showed you just how much he cared for you all. 

“No not this time.” You had assured him, and he had seemed to relax again at that. Though the concerned look he had held never left his features. “Sometimes I just overthink it I guess.”

“Overthink about what?” 

“Like... Like what if I’m actually not bi or something?” An odd feeling of shame had suddenly consumed you at your confession, and quickly you had shyly glanced away from him. “And what if I am just confused like others say? Or maybe I am just faking it like some people insist... Just stuff like that.” 

“Cyar’ika.” He said softly. His favourite nickname for you barely sounding above a whisper, but still plenty loud enough for you to hear. “Cyar’ika look at me.” 

Din had moved his hand to cup your cheek then. His thumb brushing away a tear you hadn’t even known was there until that point. The feeling of his hand bringing you to look back at him, as you had tried to prevent any more tears from falling. “If you identify as bisexual then you’re bisexual. Bisexuality is valid. You are valid.” 

“You really think so?” You had managed to choke out. The word’s from you sounding broken and almost fearful. 

“I know so. And even in the end if that changes and you decide that you’re actually not bisexual—for whatever reason—that’s ok too.” He had said with a gentle smile, as he had leaned forward to press a brief kiss to your lips before pulling back to gaze at you again. The kindest that his eyes had held helping to bring a feeling of calmness to you. “Only you get to decide and figure out who you are. No one has a say in who are as a person.” 

This time it had been Din to wrap you in his embrace. His arms tight and reassuring, as they had cradled you close into his chest. The added closeness allowing him to rest his forehead against your own, as the added gesture had only help more with comforting you away from your dark thoughts. 

Though soon he had pulled his forehead back so he could tuck you against his chest again properly. His hold on you strong, but safe feeling. “I know I can’t stop you from thinking such things—and I can’t do much to stop what other people think—but I will always be here to support you.” 

“Thank you Din.” 

“You don’t need to thank me cyar’ika.” He had paused in thought for a moment. His one had now drawing soothing circles along your back, while you in turn had only nuzzled yourself closer to him. “I love you.” 

You had smiled then. Your heart feeling as if it would combust at any second with how cherished he had made you feel. “I love you too.” 

It had only been after that exchange where you would finally fall asleep peacefully in his arms. His gentle praises and soft caresses helping to drift you off to sleep. The last few thoughts on your mind being that of Din and love that you two shared. 

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

20 for Lorenz? I'm one of the seven people in the world who genuinely likes Lorenz. He's underrated.

Pairing: Lorenx x reader

Prompt: I love you “as we huddle together, the storm raging outside”

Description: Late in the afternoon, the weather had still been nice so you invited Lorenz over for tea in your dorm, as you often did. However good company always had a way of distracting someone and by the time the evening came, so did a nasty storm. Unwilling to send him out in such weather, you’re left with no choice but to admit your fear to him...

Rating: sfw

Word Count: 1523

Notes: Shout out to me, who nearly forgot I had a wip for this and was ready to just start a whole new piece for it. Also, anon, I make up at least 5 of the people who adore him so like, you came to the right place. He’s my favorite 3 houses character! Another note, tumblr (or xkit) has this fun new feature that lets me see how long I’ve had a post in my drafts… I’ve had this as since February 11th? Anon I’m so sorry its been a hell of a year.

~*~

The trouble with having an outside dorm room meant that when the weather got especially rough (such as today) you really had no choice but to stay in your room. That was fine, however the weather came out of nowhere and you happened to have a guest over for tea; none other than Lorenz. Through your small window, the two of you could see the evening sun had been swallowed whole by the rough storm. Lorenz would be drenched if he went out in that but… your tea had all but cooled and it was well past time for him to be returning to his own chambers.

“I don’t even know where the time went…” You sighed, shaking your head softly. “I’m sorry Lorenz, had I noticed the storm earlier, I would have sent you on your way before it got so bad…” You frowned, listening to the gentle sound of pouring rain as you thought of what to do in this situation… It wouldn’t be long under it got worse, after all.

“It’s quite alright _____, in fact I should be the one apologizing for overstaying my welcome at this point.” He laughed and you quickly shook your head.

“N-no it’s alright! I was enjoying myself so much I hardly noticed the time passing, let alone the weather changing to something so unpleasant.” It was your turn to laugh now, the two of you giggling as you gathered yourselves. “I suppose you’re welcome to stay here with me until the storm passes or at least gets to a point where its not raining sideways.” You shook your head, plopping right down on your bed. While the tea and conversation had been wonderful, now that Lorenz was effectively trapped in your dorm with you, you couldn’t help but feel a little awkward with his presence. At least it was only raining bad for now but you couldn’t help but bite your lip; thunder was soon to follow and well… you weren’t the best with loud noises. They scared you to death! So while the sound of the rain pounding was comforting, and the flashes of lightening outside were amusing… the boom of thunder was most unwelcome.

“Thank you…” Lorenz was quick to frown, watching your body language shift as you looked out your small window to the storm only just beginning to rage outside. “Are you… alright though, _____? I can help but notice your mood seems to have dimmed…” He kept watch of you. For a moment, you didn’t respond, too focused on the weather outside. You twirled your hair worriedly before Lorenz repeated your name. “_____?”

“Hmm?” You jumped from your thoughts, looking to Lorenz’s concerned face. “I’m sorry… did you say something Lorenz?” You fiddled with your fingers now. It was obvious something had you worried, with the way you fidgeted under his worried gaze.

“I did. What has you so worried all the sudden?” You hated to make Lorenz frown but even more so you hated to admit to your fear. You knew him well enough by now that he wouldn’t tease you for it, of course but that didn’t stop the blooming feeling of embarrassment welling throughout your body.

“Ah… well…” You shivered hearing the thunder boom in the distance. Soon the brunt of the storm would be upon you and you would likely be a mess… “It’s a little silly… so I’m hesitant to say…” You looked up to Lorenz’s eyes once again, seeing they were nothing but soft and worried for you. You heaved a big sigh, looking down once again. “Well I just… I’m just afraid of loud noises, is all. With the storm in the distance like this, I’ll be okay but when the storm gets here, I’m afraid I’ll be little more than a shivering mess.” Having admitted this you couldn’t bring yourself to look at Lorenz anymore, choosing instead to watch your restless fingers as they curled the comforter under you.

“That’s nothing to be ashamed of.” To your surprise, Lorenz took a seat by you on your bed, his hand easily resting over yours. You know the action was to comfort you but you couldn’t help the heat that reached your cheeks. “Thank you for sharing with me, though, I’m sure it must have been hard to get that off your chest.”

“I-I mean… just a little…” You could feel your cheeks darken further with color. If Lorenz noticed, he paid it no mind.

“Well, I am here with you now, _____. If you would like, I wouldn’t mind comforting you when the time comes.” You finally willed yourself to meet his lavender gaze, feeling an odd mixture of relief and fluster upon seeing the genuine look on his face.

“I-I mean…” You squeaked, the flash of lighting quickly followed by crashing thunder. Lorenz pulled you closer to him, hiding your face in his chest. Already you were shaking, clinging to him to like he was your lifeline.

“Shh… It’s alright. I’m here with you.” His words were soft, whispered gently into your hair as he absentmindedly ran his fingers through it. The comforting gesture was appreciated as you rocked yourself (and Lorenz, too, as you were now in his arms).

“T-thank you… I, I just…” You sniffled, trying your best not to cry in front of him. “This must seem awfully silly, h-huh?” You cleared your throat, looking up into his gaze. “I’ve seen and experienced far worse things than this in battle… but I… I just can’t help it.” You laughed bitterly, cuddling closer to him in anticipation of the next boom of thunder. Sure enough, the sound crashed, likely somewhere on the monastery grounds just from the sheer volume it had. You jumped from your place, pulling Lorenz closer to you that you may have thought possible, all but curling into his lap. By now, you really were crying, hiccups bubbling in your throat.

“You know that’s nonsense _____…” Lorenz laid the both of you down on your bed, sure to cover you as protectively as he could. “You and I both know just how strong and brave you are… being scared of thunder doesn’t change that…” You sniffled loudly, looking to his face.

“You really think so? I’m, I’m not weak for being scared?” You couldn’t help but think how sweet Lorenz looked, holding you like this, like a lover would in one of your lower moments…

“Of course not. Everyone is scared of something.”

“Well… would you mind telling me what you’re afraid of, Lorenz?” Your voice was mumbled, as you had once again cuddled into his chest in an effort to muffle the sound of the world outside your room.

“Me? Well…” Lorenz paused for a moment, considering if he should say the truth. Of course, there were a great many things he feared-- but mainly, they revolved around you. He feared your rejection of him, of losing you, of you getting hurt… He feared he would be too cowardly to confess to you, even now, as he held you close and whispered only the sweetest of words into your ear… “I suppose… I’m scared of losing those I care about; scared that, for all I am… I may not be strong enough to protect them.” He watched as you glanced up at him, face stained with tears and eyes puffy and red.

“Well… I’ll help you with your fears too, then. You’re helping me get over mine… so, together, we can protect everyone. All of our friends, all of our allies… Surely together, we’ll be strong enough, right?” Lorenz noticed another boom of thunder in the distance-- you hadn’t even flinched, perhaps too caught up in this moment with him. He would be sure to remember it.

“...I would like that a great deal.” Lorenz closed his eyes, pulling you closer and laying his head next to yours. He spoke again, with his eyes still closed. “Allow me one selfish request then, ______?” You had closed your eyes too, the late hour, the good company, and the crying all coming together to tire you out.

“Of course Lorenz.” You yawned, snuggling closer to him.”

“Allow me to be the one to protect you-- from raging storms and powerful enemies. I love you too much to see you so scared.” He was surprised the words came out so clearly, the emotion building up in his chest nearly too much to bear. He couldn’t help but open his eyes to drink in your reaction, watching as you looked at him with wide eyes.

“You… love me?” You repeated softly, unsure if you heard the words right. The rain was still pounding harshly outside, after all…

“More than I know how to express.” He nodded earnestly.

“I… I love you too, Lorenz.” You smiled shyly. “I just… thank you. For everything. For staying with me, for helping me… All of it.”

“You need not worry about it. For you, I would do all this and more.” Boldly, he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead. “Now… get some rest. I’ll be here all night to protect you.”