#anyway. i think he is the best and he deserves to be loved fiercely and with open eyes. and he deserves to not even doubt for even a-

[avocado-writing]

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

*eats your words*

no but seriously, your writing has me kicking my feet when I’m supposed to be typing an essay 😞‼️ I was wondering if you could do some headcanons for the companions x monk! Tav who, when being confessed to, Tav responds with “it’ll pass”?

basically fleabag inspired 😍‼️ please and thank you! stay safe n warm 🔫

OH GOD HEARTBREAKING i tried to make it have a happy ending tho!!! enjoy! and I'm so glad that you enjoy my writing! (mild nsfw mentions)

writing as if you're saying this because you think you wouldn't be the best option for their future, one way or another, and want to try and soften the blow for them by replying like this. you only want them to be happy and you're scared it can't be with you.

Astarion

you cup his face, and the look in your eyes is so, so sad.

you think perhaps your simple nomadic lifestyle will not be enough for him. you love him, you do, but he needs someone more modern. more cosmopolitan.

when you tell him it will pass you see a myriad of expressions cross his face: sadness, confusion, anger... but finally, resolve.

he takes your hand in his, firmly.

"my heart. I know when things will pass, and when they won't. my love for you is not some trifle, a fashion to be abandoned like it would go out of style. I mean it. I can make my own decisions, and I have decided where I want to be. It's with you."

he reaches out to embrace you. you're surprised, but let him do it anyway, and you bury your face into his neck to hide your emotions.

maybe, just maybe, you were wrong.

you hold him tighter than ever that night.

Gale

you're worried he is too smart for you. that he will get bored of you, and the idea breaks your heart.

you tell him "it'll pass" when he confesses because you're scared.

seems actually offended that you'd tell him his love for you might be fleeting.

"there are things which will span the ages. stories, gods, heroes. my love for you is one of them. I do not confess that lightly. you are a beacon of hope in my life, love... and that will never fade."

goes on for some time afterwards about how committed he is and how much he loves you, until eventually you accept that he's not going anywhere.

bloody wizards, so good with their words...

fall asleep that night after having the most intimate lovemaking session, all about feeling each other's breath and heartbeats.

he is here to stay, forever.

Wyll

wyll deserves someone amazing. someone who could handle his life if he became duke, and you're scared you'll let him down.

when you tell him 'it'll pass' he is hurt, and leaves the conversation for a moment. you think perhaps it is for the best. you don't need this to cause any more pain.

but later he comes to find you and asks if he can have a private moment. you find out he wasn't hiding from you but preparing: he has a little intimate picnic set up where you can sit and be alone.

when you're comfortable he tells you about how deep his love is, how fate has thrown you together.

"there is nothing about how i feel about you that could pass. nothing."

to prove his point, he slips to his knee, and that is when he proposes.

you're overcome with emotion. you have to accept how committed to you he is, and work out if you deserve something as fierce as his love.

there are tears in your eyes when you accept. you never think his love will pass again.

Karlach

probably the hardest one to say this too. together, your future is so uncertain. it will be easier to break it off here rather than maim both of you.

gets angry. in fact, goes into a rage. tears up the surroundings, and for a moment you're taken aback--

but then she turns and she's sobbing, stuck at the midpoint between being apoplectic and brokenhearted.

"you don't get to decide that for me! you don't! you're the first person i've loved... I've touched... I've felt anything for, for a fucking decade! when i feel this, it doesn't fade! how dare you think about yourself like that? as if you're some sort of phase?"

eventually she calms down enough but bursts into tears instead. you go to hold her and she embraces you so tightly that the wind is knocked from your body.

"i love you. i won't leave you. don't leave me." her voice is tiny.

how could you ever say no? how could you ever doubt her?

when the two of you are in Avernus, you're reminded of this moment, and so glad she fought against it. you'd trade this away for nothing.

Lae'zel

would she want someone like you? long term? she's so brave, so fierce. what if you're not good enough? what if your relationship develops only for you to let her down?

she gets angry too, but quieter.

is furious that you would question her affection.

"githyanki do not give their devotion lightly. the fact that you think my love for you could pass makes me wonder how well you know me."

it turns into an argument where you try and explain your side, and she's angry at you for thinking this way.

eventually it descends into angrily making out. some fierce lovemaking. her saying how much she loves you, possesses you, between every bite and kiss.

you lie in the afterglow. she says she will not leave, and pretty much tells you that you won't either. you agree, and tangle your hand with hers.

Shadowheart

tries to hide how hurt she is.

yes, Shar is the lady of loss, but the idea of losing you... of not having you in her life? unthinkable.

you only tried to tell her it will pass so that, if she wishes to become a dark justiciar, she will have no lingering attachment to you after.

and yet...

it is blasphemy for her, but she refuses to let you go.

"no. i won't allow it. i can't believe this will fade between us. you are the most precious thing to me. stay."

you're weak for her, end up tumbling into bed, reconfirming your love for each other.

you never quite believe that this is forever until she changes her hair, embraces selune. then your heart is full of joy. and it is full of Shadowheart.

[inkybirdy]

I apparently have not yet gotten the okami crossover out of my system. (thoughts/vague details under the cut!)

image 1 - - I always wanted the opportunity to see humanoid amaterasu in the okami game, so I had to try a hand at what humanoid amaterasu/zelda would look like - Some of y’all have big brains and suggested ganon as susano, and I agree - he deserves to be the legendary swordsman.                    - (However, I also have always really loved oki so we ended up with a bonus wolf link hanging around in the plot)

image 2 -  - I never played okamiden but I really love the idea of li’l baby fierce deity link and also a li’l baby wolf link running around.         - (Chibiterasu / baby fierce deity resembles issun link in his humanoid form because in my brain, zelda would have wanted whatever kid she created to resemble her best friend - the ending of okami made me cry so hard when I was a kid, I wanted amaterasu and issun to be able to run around on adventures forever)

- Sheik is here! because of course they are! they would kind of function as the ‘waka’ / babysitter for fierce deity baby link in the ‘sequel’ I think, as zelda’s twin and therefore the little wolf’s automatic spare guardian.        - (Also, despite being zelda’s twin - sheik, I think, would have a fitting moon deity bunny form instead of a wolf form. so, there’s that)

image 3 -  - That’s!!!! my wife!!!!! well, zelda’s, but still.  - Midna is absolutely the ‘waka’ character for zelda’s adventure - playful, affectionate, kind of a little shit, but in the end very helpful. She and zelda have been through Some Shit (tm) together and are of course, very loving toward one another despite their banter.

anyway, my brain is dead, please enjoy.

[25shadesoffebruary]

10 BL BOYS I WANT CARNALLY Redo

I have a few people tag me @firstkanaphans @negrowhat in this and when I originally did it I only put Phaya from the sign but I started thinking and I said yeah I got more so here are the others.

1. Phaya from the sign

Idk if it’s the way that Billy plays this character or what but Phaya has my heart. He’s just so annoyingly cute and playful but so smart and curious and he does not like to be ignored and so passionate, it’s endearing really idk.

2. Mork from Last Twilight

This man is so warm and kind and loving and caring and loyal and and and I could go on and and on I love him so much. Like that man went to jail because his friend decided to put his woodpecker into another birds tree and he fought for his ex girlfriend trust. I’m sorry that man is so fucking warm.

3. King from Bed Friend

I love this man and his big brown cow eyes so much. He’s just a walking green flag and he so sexy. He is just thoughtful, caring, loving, warm. I want him on every level. Love him

4. Akk from Enchantè

He a little slow on the uptake but that man is so romantic and kind. And truly was a green flag. And truly just wanted the best for Theo even if he had to put himself on the back burner.

5. Jeng from Step by Step

JENG WAS A MAN (no pun intended) That man was a CEO of his own business while trying to manage another business that he hated. He was self sacrificing and so kind. I love that tired his best to change when it came to Pat. He made some questionable decisions but I believe he did that because he thought that was best for him. He was loving and caring a I count him as a green flag.

6. Mark from Love Mechanics

That man went through so much for love. But I love how he was true to himself. I love how self aware he was and I love how he stood up for himself. Mark knew who he was and also knew what he wanted but he also knew that he was fucked when it came to Vee. I would have treated him right.

7. Ayan from The Eclipse

That man was a menace. But I love how fiercely loyal he was. I love how kind and thoughtful and loving this man was. He just wanted Justice ( and for the school to burn to ashes and for ashes to go the dumpster never to be seen again) for his uncle, he was a heartbroken boy who has lost his one close person in his life and was spinning around lost like a broken compass but he found his north in Akk and I love that for him.

8. Phayu from Love in the Air

Is this really a surprise to anybody. I mean come on now. That man knew how to stand on business. He knew what he wanted and made sure he got it. Made sure the person he wanted was also on their business. He wanted them to be successful together and love a man that is ambitious. Very loyal and protective but was also completely a simp.

9. Boeing from Only Friends

This man was wicked for no other reason then the fact that he could be. I was fascinated. Came to ruin lives and almost succeeded to if it hadn’t been for RayMew and them being like ahh back the fuck up off my man. I still think RaySandBoeing threesome should have happen. I would have like to see Boeing and Top kiss but also BoeingTopBoston would have been interesting to see. And I think Boston would have loved it there to be honest but we talking about Boeing here. Anyway that man should have had more screen time so he could fuck up more people lives.

10. Kinn from KinnPorsche

Listen Linda, that man was most definitely not a green flag and a very dark pink flag but I don’t think he was a red flag. He was just dumb. He’s complicated. But he was kind and thoughtful in his own way. And he tired to be fair to people. But Porsche was on that man mind 25/8 and it’s hard to think when someone is occupying your mind like that. But is he very loyal to a man that did not deserve it. He was caring for his people and was a big simp and I love that for him.

Tagging: @respectthepetty @smittenskitten @spicyvampire @chaos0pikachu @icouldhyperfixatehim @omarandjohnny @piningintrovert @pondsphuwin and anybody who wants to do it

[hippolotamus]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday/WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the Tuesday tags @elvensorceress @loserdiaz @spotsandsocks @hoodie-buck @weewootruck @wikiangela @giddyupbuck @daffi-990 @tizniz @diazsdimples Tagging you back for WIP Wednesday and looking forward to all your works 💖

So don't be mad, OK? I'm posting another snippet of this. (Under the cut because it got long) That being said, it's going to be the last one for a while until I finish some other stuff. Aaaand it's written in a POV I'm not sure I'm gonna keep. With that in mind... enjoy???? Also everybody who's into this thank James for forcingmaking me flesh out more details and @watchyourbuck for threatening me (with love ofc).

no pressure tagging (lmk if you want added or removed) @stereopticons @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @disasterbuckdiaz @theotherbuckley @apothecarose @barbiediaz @buckaroosheart @buddierights @chaosandwolves @eowon @fortheloveofbuddie @gayedmundodiaz @giddyupbuck @heartshapedvows @honestlydarkprincess @indestructibleheart @jesuisici33 @ladydorian05 @lemonzestywrites @monsterrae1 @spaceprincessem @statueinthestone @steadfastsaturnsrings @the-likesofus @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @thewolvesof1998 @vanillahigh00 @watchyourbuck @wildlife4life @your-catfish-friend @epicbuddieficrecs @rmd-writes @welcometololaland @lizzie-bennetdarcy and anyone else who wants to 😘

Shit. This moment calls for a lot of different emotions, but that one is the most prominent. The glaring neon sign at the forefront of her brain as she registers the second pink line that’s becoming increasingly blurry. 

She brings a hand to her mouth, covering a silent exclamation. She wouldn’t have to. It’s not like there’s anybody around to hear. Just the secondhand furniture, personal items moved from her Mom’s place, and a few decorative things she bought to make the apartment more cozy. 

She sinks to the bed still clutching the plastic stick tightly between her fingers. Something about sitting there feels almost like she’s breaking the laws of a sacred space. Normally that would be right up her alley. Poking at the edges of societal norms just to see what she could get away with. But right now, perched on the edge of the mattress with a positive pregnancy test feels wrong. Even if it is the same place it happened. The place where her and Eddie first stumbled into something more than friendship together after too many drinks at the bar one night. Where they woke up the next morning and muddled through Did we just… and We could do it again. Where they kept landing until they had the guts to admit it was fun, but not what either of them really wanted. Because they both missed their best friend and enjoying each other without the expectations of romance. 

Not to mention the Evan of it all. Shannon had seen it coming from a mile away. From the first week her and Eddie met him at the Brass Bell and kept managing to run into him as he settled into town. 

A few people, one or two of her girlfriends included, whispered about Eddie and Evan getting together so quickly after the “breakup”. Some, thinking they were being supportive, came to her bitching about how rotten the situation was and that she deserved better. How dare he leave her for someone he barely knows? Honestly, it gave her a great deal of satisfaction watching them go pale when she casually mentioned she not only didn’t mind, but had pushed Eddie towards him. 

It was already obvious that her and Eddie weren’t heading for anything serious. And, as his self proclaimed platonic soulmate who knows him better than he knows himself, she felt it was only a matter of time anyway. Why delay the inevitable?

She looks at the two lines again. How is she going to tell him? He’s the happiest she’s seen him in a long time. Maybe ever. Without question, he’s going to feel that overwhelming sense of loyalty and responsibility. The same fiercely protective instinct he has for Sophia and Adriana. Shannon can already see him devoting himself to this– Fuck, she can’t even think the word to herself. But he’ll throw himself into caring for her and break Evan’s heart. She can’t let him do that. Not when she doesn’t even know if she wants to move forward with everything. 

Shannon sits up a little taller, wiping away the remaining dampness from her eyes and cheeks, and makes a decision. She walks the test to the closest trash can, ties up the mostly empty bag, and drops it down the building’s garbage chute. 

When she returns to her apartment, she navigates to the last picture Eddie texted of him and Evan. They look… blissful. Content. He and Evan have their arms wrapped around each other while Evan presses a kiss to Eddie’s cheek. His skin is flushed and rosy, making him look almost bashful. 

She can’t tell him. It’s as simple as that. Eddie hasn’t said anything, but he doesn’t have to. She knows that look. He’s in love. Even though it’ll be ages until he allows himself to admit it and say the words out loud, that doesn’t make it any less true. 

There’s still time, she thinks. Time for her to get a checkup, to gather facts, to evaluate what she wants to do. Time to let Eddie be in love and hope he forgives her for not saying anything.

[yuriririn]

To Hug a Porcupine

A/N: I remember getting so much hate and having to go through so many conversations about how much of a walking red flag I am literally with everyone I know and love. I know a lot of us can relate, and we get along so well with those who tolerate us so much, it’s so unhealthy. Let this story be a homage to those who have been so patient with us, and love us so dearly despite it being so difficult. The metaphor is just so beautiful and I can’t help but reflect!

PAIRING | Sim Jaeyun (Jake) x reader

WC | 3.2k (again, wth Alice?)

GENRE | angst, fluff, everything’s sfw y’all is it even me if it’s not?

WARNINGS | explicit language (pardon my French, I can’t help it) mentions of sex, alcohol consumption, attachment issues, and all that teen angst

SYNOPSIS | You’re hard to love. That’s it. That’s the plot. 

—

“That’s it?” he breathed, “two years worth of my life and you’re going to throw it all away because “you can’t take it anymore”?”

Looking around the field you finally pluck up the courage to nod. 

“Yes.”

It was about 10 more seconds before he picked up his backpack and left you sitting on the bleachers by yourself. It was the first break up of your life and you thought it would be more eventful, tearful, and painful, but the reality was that it was pretty straightforward and simple. Maybe it was the build up you’ve been feeling for a while, or maybe this wasn’t the kind of love you thought would have you begging on your knees. He was your first boyfriend and you thought that this break up would feel a lot more meaningful than this. 

You stay there alone for a while.

“So how did it go?” you finally feel the presence and warmth of a human being. “Did he cry? Oh my god please don’t tell me he cried.”

“No, Jake he did not cry.”

You moved from where you sat making room for him and his huge gym bag. Judging from his wet hair and pink cheeks, he probably just got out of football practice and just couldn’t wait to hear the news from you. 

“Man, I wish I could have made it on time before he left. The guy could have used some comforting.” 

You snorted, “You didn’t even like him that much.”

“Because he was totally jealous of me! He even asked you to avoid me at one point. He didn’t deserve you.”

“I actually think that it was me who didn’t really deserve him,” you countered albeit reluctantly, “Jay was a good guy.”

Jake could only nod slowly.

“And besides, it was me who woke up one day and realized I just didn’t like him anymore.” 

You sighed, getting lost in your thoughts trying to dig deep into your feelings to get an answer as to why you did not feel an ounce of regret or longing for any comforting yourself. It wasn’t every day you get to break up with your first boyfriend after all. 

Jake knew exactly why though. He’s been your best friend since childhood and witnessed you grow into the woman that you are now. The extrinsic changes were present and evident, but he knew who you were deep inside so everything you ever did or every decision you’ve ever made was still somewhat predictable to him. He will never tell you that, but you were hard to love, not because you were a bad person or because you treated others like shit. But because you were so fiercely loyal, strongly assertive, and undeniably rational. You wore your emotions up your sleeve but never put up with other people’s shit. This was especially because you had the patience of a driver stuck in rush hour traffic, and had absolutely no tolerance whatsoever. 

You were a walking red flag and even you knew it. And for some “unknown” pathetic reason, Jake tolerates you anyway. 

The very reasons why you were hard to love are the same reasons why it’s easy to fall head over heels for you.   

You looked at him, and he looked at you. You both smiled when he said, “Let’s get outta here.” 

—

You were now in college and you’d think that the break ups would get harder over time because you learn to understand and feel for others even more. They do still get a little difficult, especially with how invested people become when they fall in love. However, as you grew, things got a lot more complicated and the more that you’ve been pouring your feelings onto someone else, the thinner your patience got as time passed and it became easier, a lot less regretful for you to leave someone behind. 

“Heeseung told me you broke up with him.” Jake sat next to you on the couch as you mindlessly flipped through the Netflix shows you and him saved to watch together over the summer. 

You shrugged, still tapping on the remote. 

“Yeah, it was only a few months in, I didn’t think it was a big deal and— hey!!” 

He snatched the remote away and you were forced to face him. He looked at you with piercing eyes. Like, he had been angry with you before but you always hated having to confront him with these things. 

“Y/N, seriously. Tell me what happened.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes and finally caving in only because you thought that he would never let it go, and you wanted to watch your movie. 

“Things got too serious too fast. You know how easily overwhelmed I get.”

“What did he do to overwhelm you?”

“He told me that he loved me.”

You both paused. Jake witnessed the many boys that went after you but none of them had ever dropped the L-word knowing the kind of girl that you are. This was foreign territory for him too, but now that he knows what your reaction would be when someone tells you that for the first time, he suddenly felt the need to be more cautious, to be more careful of the things he might end up saying. 

“Oh.” he finally spoke. 

“I told you it was overwhelming.” you muttered, stealing back the remote from him. 

That night, he didn’t feel the need to pry even more. It was enough for him to know how sensitive you were about being told that you were loved. Nonetheless, he felt a small ache in his heart knowing that someone beat him to it. 

—

It was the night after graduation and instead of rejoicing over the milestone and celebrating with your friends and family, you were crying on the rooftop, burying your face into your arms as you wept. It was the first time you ever cried over a boy this hard, and you didn’t think it would hurt this bad. 

You heard footsteps nearby and a familiar warmth surrounded you. Jake cradled you in his arms and rubbed your sides as you continued to hide your face from the cold night air. 

“He said I was controlling and that I had too much of a chokehold on him,” you broke down, “he said that he felt like he was losing himself through the course of our relationship and that he allowed me to make all the decisions for us way too much.”

“There, there. It’s not your fault.” he whispered, “you did your best to love him in a way that you thought he wanted to be loved.”

“No, Jake, just no!” you lifted your head up and Jake swore that he heard his heart crack at the sight of your tears. “I loved him in my own way. I loved him because that’s how I wanted to love! It wasn’t how he wanted to be loved!” 

Jake felt the urge to just get up and punch Beomgyu, the boy who made you cry, in the face and make him regret that he ever broke your heart. However, he didn’t find it in him to argue, so he pulled your head onto his chest and let you cry and cry. This time, he finally witnessed you fall hard and actually admit it, and it awoke something in him. He was always on the fence about how he felt because you were best friends, but this time it’s decided. 

Sadly, he knew you weren’t in the right headspace. He knew he wasn’t ready. He will tell you when he’s ready. 

—

“You ghosted him?!” Jake put his beer down firm and loud, it made your dog jump in surprise. Poor Cookie.

“He was getting clingy, and you know that that can’t be for someone who’s struggling to obtain a law degree. School’s demanding, you know that.” 

You took a sip of your own beer nonchalantly.

So this was boy number four for you. Soobin. 

Okay, maybe number five because you couldn’t stand the guy you hooked up with twice a year back. Yeonjun was great, but he was also a law student and all you ever talked about after sex were your professors, subjects, and just law school in general. It was like sleeping with a coworker and you didn’t want that. 

“Soooo… you don’t like nice guys, you don’t like guys who say I love you too quickly, you don’t like it when they don’t allow you take control, but hate it when you have too much control.” he took a deep breath and continued, “you don’t like clingy, but you don��t like distant either.”

God he sounded like one of your classmates reciting important provisions, it almost gave you a headache. 

“I can’t help but be myself.” 

“You’re so hard to love.” he groaned.

Letting out a squeaky laugh you sang, “You love me anywaaaaayyy~!” and moved closer to him.

Jake choked on his beer and looked at you with panicked eyes. He knew that you were just playing and didn’t mean it in a way that’s past the boundary of being friendly. Well in your case, best-friendly. Still it made his heart skip a beat. 

You lift your feet up to fold your knees and made yourself comfortable on the couch next to him. It was always weird that you never felt any tension between you and Jake despite being so close to each other. You had nearly maximum skinship and spent more than half of your lives together and yet the relationship between you two was always tiptoeing the lines between romantic and just friends. It was the perfect trope, however, you knew Jake so well and loved him despite his lack of bitches and possession of so much negative rizz. 

He was so undeniably attractive yet never opened up to you about any girl. You always thought that maybe he was just picky but as the years passed you couldn’t help but wonder if he’s being too invested in you or is spending way too much time on you. Just the thought of those things being the reasons why he might not be getting any girlfriends made you cringe.

“It feels like hugging a porcupine.” he suddenly felt so confident in lecturing you.

“Hmm?”

“Like hugging a porcupine. You know, loving someone that’s difficult to love.” 

“That metaphor is so adorable, I almost feel like I am not offended.” your smile was there, but faltered when you suddenly felt the seriousness of the conversation. You don’t remember how much you two drank at this point of the night but you’re sure it has already been 6 beers in each and 6-beer Jake was truthful Jake and you’re not sure if you’re ready for it. 

You cleared your throat to ease some of the tension and scooted to the right to create some distance between you two, small enough to not be awkward, but distant enough to create a proper boundary. 

“What about you?” you finally said, “You were always at the front-row to witness my failed relationships but I have never heard you talk about your love life like literally ever.”

“You never asked.” he said.

“Never felt like I needed to ask.”

“Well I’m telling you now that you need to ask for me to answer.”

You felt a surprise chill at the change of atmosphere. If he liked someone he would have talked about her long ago, or could have at least mentioned her. You felt slightly disappointed in the newfound knowledge that he might really have had a girlfriend or liked someone before and you didn’t know why. It was unfair of him to keep that from you, but you also felt selfish in a way because you made everything seem like it was about you all these years. 

“I like someone Y/N, duh. I’m still a guy after all.” he chuckled. 

You sighed, not sure if it was out of relief or worry. “So are you gonna tell me or nah?”

He pretended to think for a while. “You’ll know.”

“Oh come on!!” you whined, “is she someone I know?!” 

“I said you’ll know her soon!” he continued to tease, “I’m actually making it blatantly obvious.”

“Fine. Though even if you don’t tell me, you know I’ll find out one way or another.”

“I hope it doesn’t drive you crazy.”

“Please. You can’t make me what I already am.” 

He laughed out loud and rubbed the top of your head. “Right. A crazy little porcupine.”

You deadpanned him and stuck your tongue out but snuggled back to him anyway, finally watching whatever movie it was that was playing in the background. 

—

The restaurant was quiet when you arrived. No one was around except for the waiter that greeted you as you walked in. You take in the ambiance with all senses, ears were surrounded by faint jazz music, everything was painted emerald and gold, roses carefully placed at the center of each table. The smell was a mixture of fresh mint and musk. Adding to it were the sounds of kitchenware clanging and chefs bickering in the background. It made you feel a little small considering you were kind of underdressed for the occasion. 

Jake told you to wear something decent and you did. You just didn’t think that decent meant extra formal. It was a little embarrassing and you make a small reminder inside your head to kill him later. 

You finally sat down on a table by the window feeling really nervous about meeting the girl Jake has been dying to introduce to you for the first time. He was extra giddy about her lately you weren’t sure how you felt about him being all worked up about some girl all of a sudden. Also, you wondered where has she been all this time. There was no build-up regarding her existence whatsoever so the whole idea of her made you skeptic. 

This whole thing reminded you of you guys’ childhood when one of your friends confided you saying that she liked Jake. It was just a small middle school crush and was meant to be a secret but it sent such a bad taste on your tongue. Granted that you were a kid back then, but thinking about it now, you knew that you still would have felt the same bad mood knowing someone else was making Jake the object of their affection. You were occupied with falling in love with other people and drowned in the flattery others were giving you, but never too distracted from the feeling of anger when you knew someone was crushing on your best friend.

It’s so funny how much you guys have been through together and how much you’ve grown. You know that a lot has changed for you and him but the dynamic of your relationship was your only constant. The idea of it changing because of this girl caused an emotional whiplash quicker than you ever imagined—and you haven’t even met her yet!

This another reason why you were so difficult. You were greedy and never swallowed your pride.

Fast forward to today. Here you are contemplating on your life decisions that involved Jake at the very last minutes of your chances of ever actually getting to be with him. How pathetic could you get picturing yourself watching him fall in love with someone else? 

The wait felt like hours and you checked your phone about 10 times within the last 12 minutes. He said he was going to be late because he was picking her up but the suspense was killing you.

You heard a bell ring from the entrance indicating that someone’s finally here. You looked up from your phone and spotted a familiar four-legged cutie walk up to you. 

“Layla?” you gaped, running towards her as she wagged her tail at the sight of you. “Oh my gosh, look at how big you’ve gotten!”

It has been ages since you saw Jake’s dog. She grew up alongside with you guys but you haven’t seen her since college and whatever Jake was up to right now made you forgive him for making you go through whatever this was. A million good girls, hugs, and slobbers later, your cute aggression subsided as you noticed something dangling from her collar. It was a locket with a picture of you and Jake back when you were kids on your first play date. You couldn’t remember taking that photo but you do remember not liking him at first. He was hugging you while you made a face. 

Were you gonna cry right now? Oh my god you are literally going to cry right now.

You stood up as the dog ran back towards the door and that’s where you saw Jake in his black turtle neck shirt, hair falling down to his eyes, just enough to cover his eyebrows, perfectly bordering his perfectly sculpted face. You always knew he was handsome but had you always known he was this handsome? He crouched down to ruffle Layla’s head of fur before walking to where you were. 

You were completely, utterly dumbfounded. What the hell was going on? Was he pranking you? If he was pranking you right now you would dump him so fucking hard both as a lover and as a best friend.

“Hi.” he smiled as if he didn’t just drop the biggest love bomb on you.

“You said you were going to be late because you were picking her up.” your voice was stern, still pretending to be your iron self even if deep inside your guts were doing somersaults. 

“Well, picking Layla up from home is a bit hard. She isn’t as light as she used to be.”

You both laughed.

You hear him take a deep breath and whispered, "I love you, Y/N."

Wasting not a second further you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him the tightest you have ever held him your entire life. You felt his hands grip your waist as he kept you guys in place. You hugged him so tight it nearly knocked the both of you down. He giggled and finally settled with rubbing your back, taking in the sounds of your beating hearts. Nothing compared to how close you were at this very moment, and you two have had your fair share of moments of zero-personal space. It wasn’t like when you sat close the day at the bleachers with his arm around you, not when you cried on his shoulder at the rooftop during graduation night, and not even like the drunken nights where you fell asleep on his chest. Nothing compared to how close you were right now.

“Did you see our photo?” he broke the silence, “I told you it was hard, but even as a kid I always knew how to hug a porcupine.”

“You’re insufferable.”

And with that, you shared your first kiss with your one true love, your soulmate, your best friend. And all it took was a leap of faith and the courage to love who was difficult to love.

[queerplatonicshipshowdown]

Quarterfinals, Match 1

Balloon and Suitcase (Suitloon) from Inanimate Insanity vs. John Doe and Arthur Lester (Jarthur) from Malevolent!

Propaganda for Suitloon:

I think of them as queerplatonic, because theyre incredibly close and are pretty much each other's support systems. Balloon is Aromantic (technically canon? one of the creators said he was so im rlly hoping it is canon) so this is NOT a romantic ship. They dont have any romantic interactions, but you can spin every scene how you want. I just think they're in a QPR and are heavily supportive and understanding to each other. (Since like. half the people in the show fucking hate Balloon, and not many people seem to like to let Suitcase speak for herself)

Propaganda for Jarthur:

The inherent intimacy of having a guy (John) inside your (Arthur) head who you don't know the history or goals of but still bond over the atrocities you go through in your shared body. And sometimes he's an arsehole but you know that he wants the best for you and it's so much more than any other relationship they could have and in the end they always have eachother and I'm jealous of a sad British man and the voice in his head. They're friends and each others world and everything and I want what they have. OH DID I MENTION THAT ARTHUR IS FUCKINF BLIND AND JOHN IS HIS ONLY ACCESS TO SIGHT? IT'S BEAUTIFUL. Like John always takes such care to describe their surroundings (no seriously he starts waxing poetic). I mean yh he withholds it sometimes but every door has its issues. Anyways yh I love them and they deserve the world.

They are extremely close, both literally and figuratively. John is inside of Arthur's head, and they often fight in ways that have been referred to by the fans as 'divorce moments' but they still very clearly care about and love each other, in a way that is explicitely non-romantic. Their love is desperate and aching and they're not just friends, but they are definitely not dating, and a LOT of the fandom interprets them as queerplatonic.

Oh, the special kind of affection and friendship that can only bloom between a 1930s private detective and the eldritch entity that ends up possessing his eyes and left arm. 95% of this show is Arthur (the detective) bickering with John (the eldritch entity) like an old married couple, and falling in and out of trust with each other. Despite that they are both fiercely loyal to the other and by the point the podcast is at now they seem to trust each other implicitly - Arthur has to rely on John to guide him since John can see out of the eyes of their body and Arthur can't, but when they fall into an abandoned mine and are reunited (long story) they immediately fall back into that old, trusting rhythm. They share a body and their initial goal in the podcast is to be separated, but by the point we're at now they're not too fussed about it. They're making plans to go out to dinner and the movies. Also, Arthur is aro-coded - there's a big emotional arc that involves him accepting the fact that he never had romantic feelings for his wife, even during the birth of their child or her death, and how that doesn't make him a bad person or diminish the love he felt for that child.

They have fought gods together. Also they're positive plural representation. What is there not to love????

[seleneprince]

Hear me out

With the growing popularity of transmigration webtoons, I assume we've all read those ones about a random girl or fan reincarnating in the villainess' body and changing the original plot completely, and often finding out the villainess wasn't so bad and the MC was the real enemy all along.

I'm obsessed with that trope and I don't care how repetitive or predictable it gets sometimes, it fuels me. It gives me life. And since I recently started to re-read The Remarried Empress on webtoon (i'm following I Abdicate my Title as Empress now and the nostalgia hit me), I had an idea I can't stop thinking about. Well, two ideas:

A fierce fan of The Remarried Empress dying in an accident or falling into a coma, I don't care, and reincarnating in Rasha's body, right when's she found by Emperor Sovieshu on the trap. She's a BIG supporter of Navier and hates Sovieshu with passion, blaming him for everything. Her opinion on Rasha is the same as the average fans...until she experiences the girl's trauma and hardships herself, and realizes that there's more depth in the unfamous webtoon villainess than she thought. Despite her new identity and knowing most of the plot, she cannot bring herself to stay away from Navier and show her adoration for the Empress, acting like a fangirl whenever she sees her or hears about her. She helps push all the strings to guarantee Navier and Heinrey's love story to shail, because even though she wants her close, she wants Navier to have the happy life she deserves.

Or the original Rashta going back to the past after her death and, feeling terrible for what she did, vows to not commit the same mistakes again and decides to do her best to help Navier from the distance whenever the Emperor fucks up. She doesn't want to be empress, just have a cozy and secure life away from slavery, so she's resolved to make Navier stay and if she has to act as a marital therapist for them so be it. She knows her position is secured with her baby, so it's not like she needs the Emperor's affection on her, just his promise to look after her (plus she resents him a lot now, so the less she interacts with him, the better).

These ideas were born out of my new found realization that Rashta, while she works amazing as a pitiful villain, her character was deeply misunderstood and forever condemned to be mocked and attacked by everyone, both in the story and the fandom. She wasn't a saint, sure. She did bad things out of selfishness and purposedly went against Navier to steal her place, and I was satisfied with the ending she got. But most of the flaws that made her so annoying for the fans are actually reasonable within her character's past. Rashta was sold as a slave by her own father when she was a child, placed in a house with masters that abused her and treated her like trash simply for existing (Lotteshu even gave her a dead baby to let her believe it was the one she lost, how the fuck no one talks more about it?). Then, she escapes and the Emperor saves her, showering her in affection and riches and promising her a fairytale love story. She think she's safe, that she can finally be happy, but Lotteshu re appears and begins to blackmail her, and then turns out the Emperor doesn't love her but wants to the heir she can give him. Ergi is her only friend in court apparently, but he's manipulating her from the beginning and eventually betrays her. And Rashta wasn't purposedly rude to Navier at first, the girl was illiterate and knew nothing about etiquette, but she admired Navier and wanted to be close to her, but Navier assumed she was mocking her instead. And Sovieshy obviously never helped this situation.

I want to see a story where Rashta's traumatic past is properly explored instead of showing it as side information, and she gets the development she should have had. And what better way than with a reincarnation story? At least in my opinion

Anyway, thanks for coming to my ted talk lmao

[fandomfaeofveryfewf4cks]

Goldenheart fanfic below the break

No smut, but there's a lot of flirty banter and like, one curse word. And a sword fight. But it's a cute duel between knight boyfriends. (With maybe a little a lot of foreshadowing for the movie thrown in)

No idea how long this is other than it's definitely a lot longer than I thought it would be. Anyway. Hope you enjoy this fic of Bal and Amby letting off some steam the night before the knighting ceremony. :)

In the face of adversity, I am by your side

Thwack! Thwack! Thud. Thud. Thwack!

Then, there were the thousands of people in this kingdom that would be watching the knighting ceremony tomorrow. Watching HIM. At least half of those people fiercely believing that he doesn't belong there and is better off back in the ditch he came from.

The training dummy had seen better days, but it took each hit like a pro as Ballister attacked it with thoroughly-practiced precision and a passionate power that's been keeping him going all his life. It is the fire inside him that kept him fighting for what he believed in. In the face of being sneered at for being a poor kid on the street who could barely afford food, let alone the luxurious baths that all the rich folk seemed to think was a necessity if you wanted to receive any sort of empathy.

As well as in the face of the knights and knights in training, his peers, when they let their pride get in the way of seeing him as a useful part of the team when he proved to be more skilled than them.

He's going to have to face a good number of them tomorrow. He's been told about all the things he will have to do in the ceremony and knows them by heart. Ride in formation up to the bottom of the stairs. Stand straight. You will be second to step before the queen, and when you do, you will wait for her to address you first and thank her. Kneel and present your sword to her. After she nods for you to stand, take your sword and stand on your mark to the side.

Swordfighting will not come into this ceremony. No one will draw a sword on anyone.

Still, a large part of the kingdom doesn't agree with that. And it's hard to feel worthy of defending a people when so many of them are telling you you aren't. So he comes out here.

But Balister is still out here in the empty training yard, fighting a dummy. It helps him clear his mind and feel less anxious when he is actively working hard to achieve his goals. The precise marks hitting the dummy in the exact spots he's been hitting it in for years, leaving prominent marks, some scattered and faded from when he was starting out. From where he began.

He really has come a long way.

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

He tries his godamn hardest to prove himself.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

And does his best to ignore all the condescending and sometimes ruthless words and actions that have been thrown his way.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

And knows he'll never truly feel like he deserves to be here!

CLANG!!!

Ballister takes some heavy breaths as he looks at the person behind the sword that has just blocked his own.

He sees blond hair framing a kind, smiling face, and brown eyes looking at him with more love than Balister had ever known before in his life.

There's also some concern.

"Bal. What are you doing?"

Ballister feels heat behind his eyes that had started well before Abrosius stopped him. He lowers his sword and Ambrosius does the same.

"I was just-" he pauses. He wants to make an excuse about how he was just training so he'll sleep better before tomorrow. And while that isn't totally untrue, they both know there's more to this and he doesn't like lying in general, especially to Ambrosius.

"I needed to vent a bit."

"Vent via sword?" Ambrosius draws out the word "sword" with a little lilt in his voice, and tilts his head as he twists his mouth and blinks at Ballister in that silly way that almost always gets at least a chuckle out of him.

He manages to tilt the side of his mouth up in a half smile for a second, still breathing somewhat heavily.

"Yeah, vent via sword."

Ambrosius does a small frown. "You could've come found me you know?"

"You had that fitting for the last touches of your armor for tomorrow and-

"And I would've gladly ditched it to be with you, especially if you needed me." Ambrosius brought his hand to gently hold Balister's face. That, combined with his earnest look, made it easy for Ballister to lean into his hand, both to seek comfort, and maybe hide a bit of his embarrassment as he blushed. Not that he really needs to hide from Ambrosius, but there are some habits Ballister is going to need a long time to break if he ever does at all. He's gotten pretty good at appearing confident, but feeling confident is still a struggle for him. Even though it's a little easier around Ambrosius.

Everything is easier when he's with Ambrosius.

"Besides, do you really think I need more glitz and glamor on that heavy ass armor? Honestly, this face is all I need to be the charming golden boy everybody loves."

Ballister does smile and scoff at that. "First of all, language." Ambrosius rolls his eyes and shakes his head with a dramatic sigh, which only makes Bal smile more. "And second of all, that armor IS pretty eyecatching. A little extra blitz does goes a long way." His hands are around Ambrosius' waist now. Ambrosius' other hand comes up to Ballister's chest. He leans in to whisper barely half an inch away from his lips, "and I wouldn’t be so cocky about the face thing."

Ambrosius gasps, trying not to let the sound turn into laughter." He pushes Bal. They let go of each other, but don't make any more space between them.

"You like my face. You know you do."

Ballister pretends to make a thinking face. "Hmmm, I don't know about that."

Ambrosius steps back and taps his sword saying "well, in that case, I may have to challenge you to a duel, Sir Boldheart." He smirks and wiggles his eyebrows at him.

Balister tries and fails not to smile as he says "are you sure about that. I've beaten you sooo many times before. What makes you think you'll win this time?"

"I have a secret weapon up my sleeve," Ambrosius declares dramatically. "But if you're too scared..." He smiles knowingly.

Ballister's eyes light up with the challenge. He takes a stance.

They circle each other slowly at first. A good couple feet of space between them. Their swords meet flirtatiously a few times before Ballister moves in.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Ambrosius is backed up a few paces. He turns from Ballister to come at him from a slightly different angle and-

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Ballister meets each blow without moving from his spot. He smiles. Ambrosius narrows his eyes and crinkles his nose jokingly. "Oh, I'm Ballister, and I'm as unmovable as a rock." Their swords continue meeting as Ballister responds. "It's not my fault that you're as unable to stand still as a dancer."

Ambrosius laughs. He does an extra twirl as he brings his leg up to hit him square in the chest. Ballister takes a single step back.

"Not as immovable as you thought then, huh." "Well, if anyone was going to move me, it would be you." Ambrosius stops and turns pink at the sudden sincerity. Ballister takes the chance to swing his sword carefully over Ambrosius' head. His blond curls swooping down from the air as it goes past before popping right back up. Ambrosius looks up in surprise before frowning at him. He raises a single eyebrow that gets a small snicker out of Ballister. Ambrosius goes back in and they continue their playful duel. Each of them put slightly more effort in until Ballister has Ambrosius pushed up against the dummy. Ambrosius tries to wriggle away but can't.

"Give in?" Ballister asks.

Ambrosius pauses before glancing down at his lips. "Nah." And kisses Balister hard enough to knock him just enough off his stance to be able to step back and push Ballister to the ground. They're swords ditched in the fall to avoid any accidents. Ambrosius lands on top of him and sits up, pinning him down. He says triumphantly, "I told you I had a secret weapon."

Ballister shifts a bit then responds with a smirk, "do you now?" Quick as a flash, Ambrosius finds himself flipped onto his back. Ballister leans close enough for their noses to brush and says, "Funnily enough, I do as well," Then quickly stands up and grabs his sword before Ambrosius can flip them again. He points the sword in the general direction of Ambrosius, who is lying on the ground in shock.

"I think this means I win then, yeah?"

Ambrosius lowers his head tiredly and laughs. "Yeah, Bal. I think you definitely win."

Ballister goes over and holds out his hand. Ambrosius takes it and helps himself up with ease before looking Ballister in the eyes. There really is so much love in them. Ballister can hardly believe it.

But then, he really should by now. They've known each other since they were kids and even with the media painting them as rivals, even with nearly everyone else in Ambrosius' life telling him to be someone who, in a world that makes sense to them, would never associate with Bal... Even with all the things making it harder for Ambrosius to love Ballister, he loves him anyway. And, though it wasn't nearly as strong then, he has loved Ballister pretty much since they met. And Ballister has loved Ambrosius just as much.

Ballister has always had his own fire to keep him going. Keeping him fighting. But when Ambrosius became his best friend, he started to think maybe he doesn't have to keep that fire going alone. Now, he knows he doesn't. Even if he still forgets it sometimes, Ambrosius is always there and will always love him. And that makes the fire burn brighter than ever.

"Feeling better?" Ambrosius asks.

Ballister looks at his boyfriend and feels how the abundance of love in his chest has made his anxiety about the ceremony incredibly smaller.

"Yes, I do. Thank you."

"ANY time, Bal." He brings ballister closer to lean their foreheads against one another's.

"I'll always be here for you. I love you."

"I love you too."

They let themselves stay in the comfort of each other's love for the other for a moment. Their breathing slows to an even pace after being heightened in the fight.

Ambrosius leans away. "Wanna get tacos?"

They get tacos to-go for once and giggle as they hold hands all the way up to their secret spot high in the castle. They sit shoulder to shoulder as they start unwrapping their tacos and settle in to watch the sunset together.

Both of them are still nervous about tomorrow. They each have mountains of expectations that will be pressing that much more heavily into their shoulders as the eyes of thousands bear down on them. But they will take on the challenge together.

As Ambrosius leans into him, Ballister looks at the bright pink hues in the sky and thinks to himself with a surprising amount of certainty, "Whatever happens tomorrow, I know I'm not alone."

[loveandmurders]

If you have time do u think you could write about Thomas Hewitt x S/O who's not scared to stand up for him? A little reckless sometimes and normally they wouldn't get too involved with Hoyt but he says something the S/O can't tolerate? I just think it'd be a little surprising for Thomas to see his partner stand up to Hoyt without looking afraid

Hello there, thank you for this request that was really fun to write for! Our poor Tommy deserves to be taken care of from time to time too!

Gender neutral reader here, and no physical description whatsoever.

Hope you’ll enjoy! <3

Warnings: Morally grey reader, mentions of cannibalism and murders, Hoyt, a few strong words, inapropriate questions from Hoyt (sexual).

You weren’t certain of a lot of things in your existence, but you were positive you were in love with Thomas Hewitt.

You had never believed the whole myth of love at first sight. And yet, the second you had seen him, you had known he was going to be yours, and you, his.

And despite the way of life of his family, you had found your place among them.

Of course, Hoyt didn’t trust you, Monty wasn’t particularly fond of you, but Luda Mae was like your own mother now and Tommy was adoring you with everything he had.

You were truly happy, and you had adapted yourself quite easily. Love was making you resilient.

You were trying your best to stay inside the Hewitt’s property most of the time. When you were in town or somewhere else, you always were with Tommy or Mama.

It was the only way you had found to not seem suspicious, or you knew Hoyt would find a way to have you dead in the minute.

The Hewitt’s liked you home though because you truly were useful in the house and in the end, they were all benefiting your presence.

For instance, you had revealed yourself to be very good at baking and from now on the family wasn’t only having a very nice meal done by Luda Mae, they would also eat the best desserts they ever tasted.

And it was the only moment the house would be quiet because everyone would be enjoying their slice of cake.

You were trying your best. Truly.

Well, you might try your best for your new family and you might stay inside the property most of the time, but it didn’t mean you were all quiet and peaceful.

Actually, the house was filled with your laughter and witty remarks.

Luda Mae, Tommy, and even Monty, were enjoying it a lot. They loved how you were bringing life into the house, and a positive vibe.

You were a little, and yet fierce, sunshine.

A sunshine Tommy worried about from time to time.

When you were growing bored, you were always finding the worst idea possible.

And you weren’t afraid of the victims Hoyt, and sometimes Tommy, were bringing home to cook later.

You were actually quite curious about them.

You didn’t mind the killing at all, you were no one to judge the Hewitt’s, especially when they were (most of them) treating you so well.

You were reckless enough to talk to your future meals sometimes, and to toy a little with them as well, but you never participated in the manslaughtering. 

Tommy would have never allowed it anyways, and he was already quite unhappy when you would stay around the victims.

Sometimes he wondered if you realised how much danger you were in.

You sometimes did, but you never really cared.

You knew that Tommy was watching over you and that nothing could happen to you. And when he wasn’t there, Mama was making sure you were alright as well.

She truly loved you like her own flesh, and she had needed another presence in the house for quite some time already.

But she always let you play with the tourists, because she didn’t see why you couldn’t have fun as well.

Tommy disagreed a lot.

And after each time he had to pull you away from a tourist, you were trying to make it up to him at night, cuddling him more tenderly than usual. 

It wasn’t like he was mad at you anyways, he just prefered to know his bright sunshine was safe in his embrace.

You were happy together.

You were happier when Hoyt could leave the two of you alone though.

The only thing you hated in the family was the constant yelling from Hoyt and all the arguments coming from his toxic behaviour.

And when there was an argument, you always tried to not be part of it, or to calm things down.

You tried your best to stay away from Hoyt too, because you knew he could be really rough and you didn’t want to give him the pleasure to hurt you.

You didn’t want to force Tommy to stand up for you when he already had so much to deal with.

And you didn’t like Hoyt anyways, so you had no reason to stay in the same room as him, except for the meal times.

You hated the most when you were hearing him insult Tommy though. It would always break your heart and you would make sure to reassure Tommy right after.

You couldn’t let your man believe he was truly not good enough for his family, when they would all starve to death without him.

Tommy only half believed your kind words, but it always appeased him to know that at least one person in his life was truly loving him and looking after him.

He loved you more than anything in his existence and he was also trying his best for you to not be around when he knew Hoyt was going to yell at him. 

He didn’t like how it would instantly sadden you.

He needed you to be happy and out of trouble.

But today Hoyt was really in a slaughtering mood.

It was hard to know why, but the man probably needed some sleep and a better diet.

You knew it wasn’t going to be a good day when you went into the kitchen for breakfast, and Hoyt was already arguing with Mama.

It was rare he was like that with her, so you decided to just grab a glass of orange juice and to go work on the garden. Tommy was already working in the basement.

At lunch, Hoyt seemed to be in an even worse mood than before.

You settled at the table, quite silent for once, which worried Tommy and he grabbed your hand under the table to check on you if you were alright.

You sent him a gentle smile and leaned to press a kiss on his chin, which made him softly smile as well.

Hoyt made disgusted noises as he watched the two of you.

“Ya’re pathetic, boy.”

You both turned to Hoyt, in surprise. And none of you said anything.

“Is he even fuckin’ ya right, kid?” he asked you and you were shocked. ‘M sure he’s not. He can be tall and all, but he’s a pathetic pussy” Hoyt continued.

The misogynistic expression and the way he talked to your Tommy, instantly angered you like never before. 

You tried to contain yourself and to keep quiet as you squeezed Tommy’s hand to calm down.

“Ya’re such a dumb freak, boy, and ya’ll die alone, because they’ll leave you” Hoyt added and this time it was too much for you to bear.

Rage flashed through your eyes as you stared down at the man.

“Shut the fuck up, Hoyt” you said.

“What did ya say?” he asked you. Everyone was watching you with wide eyes; no one talked like that to Hoyt.

“I said shut the fuck up” you repeated with a stronger voice. You had no fear because your anger was too powerful.

“Bitch…” he started but you cut him before he could continue

“You’re the pathetic little bitch here, you know that? The family would die without Tommy, but we all would be better without you. So you have no right to speak to him like that.” you told him “And for the record, yes he fucks me well and he is the best partner I could wish for. He is smart and strong, he is handsome and caring.” you added as Thomas blushed at your words. He hadn’t expected such fierce love coming from you and he couldn’t react. “You’re the one who will die alone, Hoyt, cause no one loves you.” you continued, feeling quite good to be able to spit on him like that.

He stood up to intimidate you, a little bit speechless for a few instants.

You stood up too.

He might be taller than you but you weren’t going to let him dominate you. You locked eyes with him, your fists clenched.

“Who the fuck do ya think you are?” he finally said and you laughed.

“The one who tells you to fuck off” you replied and he took his gun.

You grabbed the meat knife that was lying on the table, ready to strike if he would dare aim at you.

Thomas, who had watched you in total bewilderment so far, got up and separated the two of you. Luda Mae also placed herself in front of Hoyt.

“Have ya lost your minds, you two?” she asked and both you and Hoyt groaned.

“Ya should apologise for what you said to Tommy” you continued even if Thomas forced you to put the knife down.

Full of rage, Hoyt was about to aim at you this time, but Mama and Thomas prevented him. Thomas roughly took the gun from him and placed it on the table as well.

“Ain’t afraid of you old man, and I’m tired of hearing you yell at Tommy. I’ll fucking kill you next time” you threatened.

This time, Thomas had to push Hoyt out of the house, or nothing would have been able to stop the two of you from fighting.

Luda Mae stayed with you and tried to calm you down, but she was secretly pleased. Hoyt needed someone to shut him up from time to time, and she was glad Tommy had found someone who loved him that much.

After a little while, you went into your shared bedroom. You weren’t hungry anymore anyways.

You were grumbling to yourself when Thomas opened your bedroom door.

“Hoyt’s gone?” you asked and he nodded. 

He gestured at the window and you went there in time to see Hoyt taking his car and driving away. He looked really pissed and you were glad.

As you were watching at the window, Thomas wrapped his arms from behind you and hugged you tightly against his chest.

You looked up at him. His touch was appeasing you now.

He nuzzled into your neck before gently kissing your skin. He was maskless so you could fully enjoy the feel of his lips on you.

He tightened his hold and continued to cuddle you like that, as a way to thank you for having stood up for him. 

No one ever did that for him. He was used to being bullied and abused, so it was a nice change, even if he would prefer if you could stay out of Hoyt’s sight for a while.

You turned into his embrace and cupped his face.

He leaned into your touch, his eyes shining with adoration for you.

“You know I meant what I said earlier. You’re perfect” you murmured to him and he shyly smiled at you.

He had no idea how to react to that, and he couldn’t believe such an extraordinary person like you could love him that much. He wasn’t certain he deserved you but you made him very happy.

You never stopped to surprise him and amaze him.

“And I’ll do it again, I’ll kill him if I need to” you continued.

He groaned and shook his head. He didn’t want you to fight for him even if it was warming his heart to know you cared so much about him.

He needed you safe more than anything and he knew how dangerous Hoyt could be.

He scooped you up in his arms, fully taking advantage of his strength, and gently placed you on the bed.

He topped over you before starting to worship you, his lips and hands attached to your body and roaming your skin in delight.

All the fights were leaving you when he was doing that. Your anger was completely forgotten now as all you could do was moan in well-being.

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@feathery-ass

[lucienarcheron]

Choices [ Gwynriel ]

Prompt: Inspired by this post |

Author's Note: This is my first Gwynriel piece so I hope you enjoy! Please know I tried to approach this as delicately as possible, focusing on Gwyn and her feelings. 

Nothing is explicitly said about Gwyn’s trauma but just in case - trigger warning for light mentions of sexual assault.

Everything between the two of them was always about choice. Her choice. 

It took no one by surprise when their feelings for each other became more. When the teasing, playful taunting and competitive streak became laced with a positive kind of tension. 

But as brave and strong and fierce as Gwyn was, it had scared her to have feelings for Azriel just as it had terrified him. 

It was on a random night as she was drifting off to sleep, smiling at the antics and jokes between them at training that Gwyn felt the world slip out from under her feet and found herself bursting into tears.

Because her heart had made a choice. A choice she realized she could make. A choice she wanted to make.

And her choice had been him. 

She made the choice to reach out her hand and touch his first; he had held her hand as if it was his most prized possession, even as her heart beat wildly in her chest at the contact.

She made the choice to be the first to exchange gifts and he showered her with the most thoughtful and endearing gifts in return, as if he had been waiting for the chance.

She made the choice to — to hug him first, sending both of them into an overdrive of emotions and Azriel held her to him with such tenderness that it made her eyes well up.

She had made the choice to finally shout at him that he was an idiot, but she loved him anyway and Azriel could only smile softly, take her hands in his, and kiss them gently as he confessed his own heart to her, despite his own insecurities.

She had made the choice to kiss him first and he had kissed her with such fire in return that Gwyn went out of her way to kiss him every moment she could, just to feel his body melt against hers. Just to feel his lips on hers and experience all the different kinds of kisses one could have.

He accepted every choice of hers at her pace and only smiled knowingly whenever she made a request, as if his shadows had told him what to expect. 

It had been a choice when she slipped from her room up to the training area, hoping to find him there because she — she wanted to spend more time with him. Even if it was in the dark and they would be alone. But only if he wanted to and gods, had Azriel wanted to. 

It didn’t seem to surprise him when later on, she made the choice to share his bed, as if he could sense what she was thinking about before she did. She made the choice to sleep in his arms because Gwyn found that she slept better listening to him breathe and Azriel found that the best nights of sleep were with her wrapped in his arms, safe and sound — trusting.

But the real choice, the most significant choice — truly kept her awake for a few days as she debated it, wiping at her watery eyes. 

Because she wanted him. She wanted to share herself with him and didn’t want to be afraid. 

“I want this with you.” she had whispered, pulling him back to his bed and sitting them down. “I want to feel good with you.” 

Azriel had only shuddered and then cupped her face gently. “My hands don’t deserve to touch you.” he whispered hoarsely. “Are you sure?”

“Your hands taught me how to defend myself and fight.” she replied, and her voice was firm. “Your hands taught me how to be strong. Your hands make me feel safe. Your hands saved me." 

Azriel’s lips trembled as did hers. 

“Your hands feel like the only home I’ve ever known.” she whispered. “I know where your hands have been and what they have done, Azriel. And they are still the only hands I ever want touching me.”

“Tell me what you want. How do you want me to start?” he breathed.

“Kiss me.” she whispered. 

And he kissed her with everything he had. He kissed her with heartbreaking gentleness as his hands slowly caressed every inch of her body. He brought her hands to rest over his as he touched and felt, ensuring she knew exactly where he was going to go with his exploring.

When Gwyn pulled back, her hands shakily slipping off her robe, Azriel had the wind knocked out of him. 

She had prepared for this, wearing a matching set of cobalt blue. 

“I wanted to feel beautiful and blue reminds me of you.” she whispered and Azriel could only kiss her once more. Kiss her to ensure she knew he would keep her safe, he would make her feel good, and he would work with any choice she would make.

“You are beautiful.” he whispered to her, kissing her again. “And bold. And smart. You are my choice until the darkness claims me.”

She smiled and pulled a hand of his to her lips, kissing it gently. “And you are my choice, Azriel. I will have no other.”

He shuddered again at her words, but Gwyn only smiled wider as she lay back and slowly pulled him over her.

She had slept in his arms enough that having him hover over her didn’t frighten her. It ignited her.  

“Where do you want me to touch you?”

“Where do you want to touch me?” she asked him, but he shook his head with a chuckle. 

“I want to know what you’ve been thinking about. What do you want to try first?” he asked quietly. 

And so, Gwyn told him. And they took their time.

She wanted to explore him and take him in without anything between them. She wanted to touch him and feel his skin and Azriel let her touch him in any way she wanted. He let himself lay bare for her eyes and hands, watching as her eyes marveled at what being around her did to him.

When she asked him to teach her what he liked and how to touch him and make him feel good, Azriel was a goner. The spymaster in him with infinite amounts of patience was no more with Gwyn looking at him with such love. Together, they became more familiar with each other and more comfortable so that when Gwyn was ready once again to make more choices with him, she didn’t hesitate.

She liked his hands and wanted to feel them on her, touching, caressing, and squeezing. She wanted to feel his hands on her and most importantly, in her.

“I read about it in books.” she whispered and smiled shyly. 

“And what did these books tell you?” he asked with a grin.

“That a good male knows how to bring a female pleasure in many ways, using his hands and mouth first.” she said. 

“Is that so?” he teased, and she grinned, despite her flush deepening. 

“Show me.” she whispered and was soon trembling at the pleasure his hands were bringing her, trembled even more as he slipped off her lacy underthings and drank in the sight of her bare for him.

The way he gently coaxed her first orgasm out of her had tears in her eyes, tears that he gently kissed away. He kissed her again and again as she sniffled because he felt good. A male had touched her, and it felt good.

Her male. Her choice.

She liked his tongue and the way it was so playful when they kissed, Gwyn wanted to know what it felt like in other places. 

So Azriel obliged her and showed her all the ways he could make her tremble some more and come alive with his tongue between her legs. The second time she orgasmed left her panting slightly, her eyes glazed over in delight. Gwyn found out then that, she really liked the sight of him grinning at her from between her legs. 

But for her final choice and how she wanted him, Gwyn needed just a little extra courage. She wanted him but her last memory was of pain and it still made her pause. 

“We can stop and come back whenever you’re ready.” he said quietly, kissing her forehead but Gwyn shook her head.

“I am ready.” she said quietly but not weakly. “But I want to guide you.”

“I am yours.” 

So, Gwyn pulled him over her and let her hand slide down Azriel’s chest until she was inches away from his hardened length. She met his gaze and Azriel gave her an encouraging nod. Steadily, she wrapped her hand around him and watched as he let out a shaky breath while she pumped him curiously. Holding his gaze, Gwyn spread her legs slowly and Azriel didn’t look away, resting his hand on hers. 

“Is this okay?”

Gwyn nodded but Azriel shook his head. 

“I need to hear it.”

Gwyn swallowed. “I want this but I’m nervous it’s going to hurt.”

“I will go as slow as you need me to.” he said and leaned in to kiss her. “It might be a little uncomfortable until we get used to it. Do you want to try being on top for this first time?”

“No.” she said firmly. “They don’t get to win anymore. I want you like this for our first time.”

“I am yours however you want me.” 

“Then kiss me.” she requested. “Kiss me and — and make love to me.”

He smiled softly and with his hand gently on hers wrapped around his length, Azriel slowly eased into her, inch by inch, pausing every single time she tensed, murmuring words of love and encouragement in her ear until they were one. 

Gwyn breathed sharply and Azriel intertwined one hand with hers, the other brushing her hair back as she adjusted to him and bit her lip. He kissed every inch he could reach as she breathed, trying to ease the tension in her.

“I won’t move.” he said, caressing her cheek. “You can roll your hips up and see if you like it.” 

Gwyn’s eyelids fluttered as she did exactly that, another shaky breath slipping from her lips. 

“I like it.” 

“Good. Keep doing it until you really like it.” 

She licked her lips and Azriel had to kiss her again, a quiet groan slipping from him when she rolled her hips once more and Gwyn giggled breathlessly.

“Do it again.” he murmured, and she did. She made the choice to do it again and again until the slight discomfort at the fullness of him inside her faded and pleasure coursed through her body. 

“You are my choice.” she whispered, her legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him into her further.  

“Always.” he whispered in return and leaned in to kiss her tenderly as he started rocking into her slowly. 

She gasped softly at the sensation, her eyes locked on his as their bodies found their rhythm. Gwyn wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer to her as his hands and his lips touched her in all the ways she had always wanted to be touched. 

Lovingly. Tenderly. And most importantly, with her permission.

Her choice.  

He was her choice and one of the best she had ever made. 

[jaylienpotter]

@prongsfootbingo first square done! - Mutual Coming Out

One-shot under the cut or on Ao3!

Wanna know a secret?

Sirius woke up out of breath, with yet another nightmare. He didn’t remember much of it, but it didn’t matter. They were all the same. His fears and insecurities voiced, screaming at him and stripping him of his confidence. He didn’t need to recall what was said, the feeling he was always left with after waking up was there nonetheless - fear, confusion, emptiness. 

He quietly made his way over to James’s bed, an agreement they’d made months ago when the night terrors became more frequent. It took little convincing, as everything did, when it came to his favourite Gryffindor. One simple pleading look, paired with a “let me help”, was all it took for Black to succumb to Potter’s wishes. 

When he pulled the bed curtains open, he saw his best friend asleep, hair wild and messy, mouth slightly parted with a string of drool leaving its corner. Even then, he was beautiful. Sadly, he wasn’t able to stare at his crush for long, as Prongs had a light sleep - or a sixth sense when it came to Sirius - and stirred awake.

“Pads…? Nightmare?” After a nod of confirmation, he sat up, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes before putting on his glasses. “Come.”

The other boy climbed on the bed, closing the curtains and muttering a “Silencio”, as to not disturb their other two dormmates. 

“Sorry for waking you up.”

“Don’t. I asked you to.” When Sirius didn’t say anything, he continued, seemingly reading his thoughts. “You’re not bothering me. I want you here. Wanna talk about the dream?”

“No. Tell me something instead.”

“What do you want me to tell you?”

“Anything.” He just wanted a distraction, something to keep his mind busy with. James seemed to understand the assignment, pausing to squint his eyes at the ceiling - his “I’m thinking” face.

“Wanna know a secret?” Sirius nodded enthusiastically, leaning in closer despite the silencing charm. “I don’t fancy Evans anymore…”

He had spoken so low that Sirius wasn’t sure he misheard at first. “Well, about time, ay? How many years has it been?” He nudged him playfully, hoping to mask his racing heartbeat. 

“Yeah… Your turn. Tell me something.”

“Alright, well… there's… someone I like. And before you ask, no, I'm not telling you who it is.” Prongs gasped, hand to his chest in dramatic hurt. 

“Padfoot! How could you not tell me, your best friend, who you fancy?” 

“I'm mysterious like that. And you're the least subtle person I know.” It was a lie, I mean, it wasn't, but it wasn't the real reason. It worked, though. Potter's shoulders slumped in defeat. 

“I- fair… But if something happens between the two of you, you'll tell me?” 

“You'll know, I promise. Why hadn't you told us that you're over Evans? When did that even happen?” James shrugged, thankfully not saying anything about the change in subject. 

“I realised that I didn't really like her. I was chasing an idea, a feeling. And she made it clear that she wasn't interested, anyways. I guess I just liked the chase. But that's not enough to be with someone. And I mean… I don't even know her. She's beautiful and fierce and kind but… other than that, I know nothing of her passions, hobbies, goals, views… The very little I know tells me we wouldn't be very compatible nonetheless. I was just being blind and stupid.”

“I see. Good thing you realised that, then. Honestly, she doesn't deserve you. You deserve someone who loves all of you, which she doesn't. I mean she has said in the past that she hates us so… And she has absolutely no sense of humour.”

A smile - gentle, genuine, intimate. Sirius smiled back, looking away to tame the butterflies. Silence settled, there was something in the air, unspoken words hovering between them. 

“Wanna know a secret?” James leaned in and Black's heart fluttered. “It's… It's a boy. The person I like.” Fancy didn't seem right. It was more than that. But he also wasn't ready to admit he was in love, at least not out loud. 

“Oh.”

“Yeah… Oh.”

“Does that mean you're gay?” There wasn't judgement in his voice, but Sirius still didn't dare look at his face. 

“Yeah…” 

Silence. Intense, nerve-wracking. Grey eyes fixed on fidgeting pale hands. Had he made things weird? Was his heartbeat too loud? He was pondering getting up until Potter spoke. 

“Wanna know a secret…?” Sirius snapped his head up, curiosity in the furrow of his eyebrows. “I'm bisexual. Or pansexual, one of those. But… I like boys, too.” 

Black's chest tightened, only this time it was over a new feeling. Hope, perhaps? 

“Do I know him? The boy.” Brown eyes glistened, following Padfoot's Adam's apple as it bobbed up and down, settling on his lips for a brief moment afterwards. 

Surely he was imagining it, right? There was no way that James Freaking Potter, golden boy, his best friend since they were 11, had any interest that wasn't platonic? 

When he received no answer, Prongs talked again, each word sending Padfoot's heart into a race. “Wanna know a secret?” A nod. “I kind of want to kiss you.”

Sirius Black.exe has stopped working. 

Suddenly the world stopped and his lips were on James's. He didn't know who kissed who first, but it didn't matter. After their first kiss, they looked into each other's eyes longingly and went in for a second, much deeper and intense. It was hungry, emotional, intimate, awkward at times with glasses getting in the way, but it was perfect. 

Sirius only spoke again after they pulled away from each other what seemed an eternity later, gasping for air. “Wanna know a secret? It's you. The boy is you. It's always been you.”

“Wanna know a secret? It's always been you for me too.”

[fairytale-poll]

ROUND 2! MATCH 4 OUT OF 8

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Cerise:

She’s the child of the red riding hood and the big bad wolf. Don’t question it to okay. Also she was the first character I thought of when I saw this!

She’s the daughter of red riding hood and the big bad wolf! She’s a werewolf!

Love her design very much. She gets a lot of great outfits. Also, another version of Red Riding Hood that incorporates both the girl and the wolf together.

1: ever after high was iconic and amazing and so well written and i'm really bitter that it was cancelled so i think cerise deserves this win (i do too) 2: her design is really good. like no one else could EVER if you ask me 3: wolf girl. do i NEED to say more. ...honestly, my brain cannot bring out any more words so fingers crossed someone else submits her and she gets some ACTUAL GOOD propaganda (sorry cerise forgive me)

She’s a badass red riding hood with a secret (her dad is the big bad wolf)

She's the daughter of Red Riding Hood and the Wolf, so she has wolf ears and is really strong. She's supposed to be the next Red Riding Hood so she should count.

She's the daughter of Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf making her a daughter of forbidden love and thus a double representation of Little Red Riding Hood's age-old story of maturity and adolescence.

She's really cool! She was born from a forbidden romance between the wolf (don't worry he turns into a human lmao) and Little Red Riding Hood and has to hide her heritage from other people which I think is really interesting. Also her hood is really pretty.

She's the daughter of red riding hood and is meant to take over that role when it's her time

she slays so hard!! while technically shes not THE little red riding hood, she is her daughter and the FUTURE little red riding hood. shes also half wolf, which is really cool!! and yea. she slays.

idk she’s just cool & definitely gay

She’s meant to be the next Red Riding Hood but her whole bit is that not only is her mom Red Riding Hood, her father is the Big Bad Wolf and she needs to keep it a secret. The best of both worlds. The tween girls went crazy for the wolf thing. Had a pretty doll and cool outfits. Has an older sister who’s meant to be the next Big Bad Wolf (Ramona Badwolf) who she comes into conflict with. Identity crisis! She was everything to eleven year old me

She’s half wolf, she has cool white streaks in her hair, she’s a jock with super speed and I like her a lot.

she turned me lesbian.

Fan favourite, my first lesbian crush on a character

She is a daughter of previous Little Red Riding Hood and Big Bad Wolf, how cool is that

She’s a furry yeuwu

she’s the daughter of red riding hood and the big bad wolf. she’s a wolf girl. i love her

Scarlet:

Her big bad wolf is her mutant soldier boyfriend. She shot him once and honestly he was into it. Probably bi. Helped start a revolution.

Her wolf is actually. Um. A genetically modified soldier with wolf traits. At the beginning its not very obvious but by the end of the series yeah she's. She's a monsterfucker. Anyway that's not really relevant but I just think she's pretty cool (not because she's a monsterfucker)

She's a french farmgirl and a pilot who ends up in a plot to overthrow the queen of the moon. The big bad wolf is a genetically-altered soldier that she falls in love with. She's short-tempered, straightforward, and fiercely loyal.

"Grown up" Fairy Tales are a lot of fun. this one is also a cool mix of LRRH and BatB. She can totally take care of herself and her wolves are in for quite a story.

She’s a badass?

her family runs a restaurant and she’s friends with a furry

she's french. she's loud. she falls in love with the wolf (a guy named wolf who is genetically modified somehow). she sells tomatoes and gets in fights and just wants to find her grandmother. she is literally the little red riding hood character in a series of books retelling fairy tales in an alternate universe in space and I love her

she has a gun and she’s pretty cool. sorry she’s french if it helps it’s like 500 years in the future france. also she’s bisexual (TO ME!!! no straight woman thinks the things she thought about winter aka the character based on snow white)

[deadlynavigation]

Grovel

Warnings: none.

Author's Note: It's funny because if my friends (who have been trying to get me to watch Star Wars for years) had told me that Anakin is hot (lol get it because Mustafar) I would have watched the series a lot sooner.

Find the Darth Vader Version here.

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“What the kriff was that?” You burst into the briefing room.

Anakin turns to you, the rest of the politicians following his action. Once he sees who it is that interrupted his report, he curses silently, fear taking over his expression.

“Everyone out.” The general demands. He cannot afford any witnesses.

The politicians slowly cycle out, squishing between you and the doorframe as you refuse to move from your defensive stance in the middle of the action. Mumbles of “sorry” and “pardon” are directed towards you every so often, no one brave enough to ask a decorated war hero to move.

Once everyone is out, you slam the door shut, not breaking your gaze from where he is quite literally shaking in his boots.

Silence envelopes the room. Both wait for the other to speak in what has to be the most uncomfortable tension in the galaxy.

Not one minute passes before Anakin starts to speak.

“Baby, I apologize-”

You cut him off with a laugh. “You apologize. That’s cute, honey.”

Anakin sighs. “I don’t know what you’d want me to do.” And he really doesn’t- he’s never screwed up this badly, and especially not on a mission that you orchestrated. He doesn’t know the protocol to calm you or even just apologize.

You tilt your head in interest. The gears start turning in your mind, thinking of the best way to pay your lover back for his abominable performance today, just as he has done many times before to you. It’s only fair.

“I’d have you get on your knees.” And you wait.

Anakin closes his eyes briefly before bending himself down to his knees. And though it wounds his ego in more ways that he can imagine, he pushes through the emotional hurt for you.

You notice his hesitation, a pleased expression overcoming your face. Again, it’s only fair. Even if that means his ego is shattered into hundreds of miniscule pieces.

“Now grovel.”

“Y/n-”

“Grovel.”

The silence returns, with you staring him down fiercely and him fighting everything that has been shoved at him by the Order in order to fulfill your wishes. It takes one, two minutes of this back-and-forth before he finally comes up with the words, ready to lay them at your feet in hopes of forgiveness.

“Baby. My love. Y/n. I am so sorry for my actions and am willing to do anything to make it up to you.”

You tilt your chin up as he speaks, eyes softening.

“My apologies can only go so far, so I offer you myself along with any other future opportunities. I can only hope that you take this with grace, even though I know fully well that I do not deserve even that.”

Maker, if anyone walked in and saw the great Anakin Skywalker on his knees for a warrior of your sort, begging for forgiveness, he’d get kicked off this planet.

You, however, don’t care in the slightest. So you let him kneel in the tense atmosphere for a minute more before gesturing for him to rise, signifying that his groveling did indeed work and he is free to go.

“That will do, I suppose.” You admit somewhat begrudgingly.

“Thank you, Y/n.” Anakin strides over to where you stand, lowering his forehead to rest on yours. “And when I offered myself, I meant it.” He grins, some of his ego returning.

“Ani.” You sigh exasperatedly. “But yeah, I know.”

“So if you know… I’m only saying, we do have some free time. I was almost finished with my report anyways, and you don’t have anything on your schedule today, last I checked.” He bites his lip in anticipation.

You groan, not willing to admit that he’s right. “You’re the worst.”

“That’s not what you were saying last night.” Anakin finishes off strong. You push at his face, trying to smother your smile before he catches sight of it. He doesn’t mind at all, moving your hand to an angle where he can coat your knuckles in innocent kisses.

“Fine,” you give in. “But we’re going to the beach if you want alone time with me.”

Anakin throws his head back and whines. You pay no attention to it whatsoever.

“We can set up a blanket on the sand, maybe walk around in the sand, throw some sand around-”

“OK, Ok. I get it.” Anakin interrupts you, laughing. “Let’s just go to my room. Come on, while Obi-Wan can’t see.” He lightly grabs your forearm, whisking you away to his room while you think on how to get some sand in his bed.

It’s only fair.

[ride-thedragon]

At this point I think as a fandom, we've lost some of the crackship charm we once had. I can look up Ashara Dayne and Ser Davos and find results, But Nettles and Helaena have nothing. It's time to rectify that for my favourite girl and try to inspire some fanfics. Feel free to add more.

1. Daeron and Nettles

Think Enemies to Lovers, Captive of War drama like Jaime and Brienne or just some good old Gwen and Arthur-inspired love. Ivy by Taylor Swift coded, a She's all that inspired affair. I genuinely think that he's just trying to be there for her with this one. It happens and neither of them realise until You're in Love starts playing.

2. Baela and Nettles.

They would give the pot calling the kettle black in every argument. The Princess Bride-esque dynamic between them. Very Graham and Megan from but I'm a Cheerleader. Sapphic Pinning and Resentment should be its own genre. Sir Chloe's Michelle is my vision. We can even make a throuple with them and Jace or Alyn. Truly, I think they but heads until they kiss, building on resentment. I also think they would be the coolest couple.

3. Addam and Nettles

Kaz and Inej core.

But in all seriousness, I think Addam being loyal and Duty bound and Nettles challenging that idea is delicious. Solider of Duty x Solider for the People. A modern-day Persuasion story but gender-flipped if we put our minds to it. See you Again Kali Uchis and Tyler the Creator, that's all.

4. Nettles and Helaena

They just deserve better. That's all. Give me cottagecore sapphic romance with my best girls involves. Like the young lesbians from Barbie and the Diamond Castle. Lesbians raising kids together. Sheepstealer and Dreamfyre hatching eggs for the nieces and nephews. I just-

It would be so cool, I will by Mitski sentiment is already attached.

5. Alyn and Nettles

Now that we are here obviously she apologized for Sheepstealer, she doesn't need to but she did, He tries not to like her but can't help it. She wins him over and they hatch him an egg or something idk. Think The Princess Diaries: Royal Engagement, Mia and Nicholas, Flipped the movie if you will. Jealously plots would slay. For the song choice think Shameless Camila Cabello. Please remember that Alyn is younger than Netty by 3/4 years though.

6. Rhaena and Nettles

See now this is classic Friends to Lovers, Emma and Harriet if gay, perhaps, Bend it Like Beckham core definitely. Sofia by Clario inspired. Nettles doesn't leave Rhaena out because she's without a dragon and the same happens inverse. Sapphic confusion however, like Rhaena doesn't understand at first why she feels that way.

7. Nettles and Jace.

Now for the Mr Knightley and Emma Woodhouse of our time, the Kate and Anthony of Westeros. The potential for her just not listening to him when he tries to tell her how to ride a dragon. Or when she talks to him about the people he'll rule over eventually, Ygritte and Jon style. She's also the only bastard who doesn't look Targaryen, he can relate to that a bit. I think she's Fierce and he's Stubborn. Ungodly Hour by Chloe x Halle for them.

8. Nettles and Alys.

The Fire Witches of Westeros. I think they will be perfect as a ship. American Horror Story-esque characters. The two Witches in the story are obviously my favourites. It would be Jennifer's Body meets, the craft meets, and Suspiria. Willow by Taylor Swift becomes them.

This one was also a bonus more or less.

Anyways I just need to start to get a baseline story for my girl by the time the show gives her to us. So we have a general sense of direction, I'm tired of the mischaracterization of my baby. She's smart, resourceful, Cunning, Fearless, and not entirely loyal. She also curses, enough for it to be a character trait. Please remember this for her, I'm tired. I also know that Daemon loved her but she's too much fun as a character to limit her to him romantically in all her fanfictions, it is an interesting narrative to explore while we don't have exact answers but he gets romantic ships with anyone. She deserves more.