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[thisweekingundamwing]

TWIGW RoundUp (April 28 - May 4)

Here's your roundup from this week’s contributors. Check out their stuff and show them some love!💚💙💜💗

This fandom is 50 times bigger than I thought, and that’s a great thing. Nothing but the latest under the cut. Enjoy!

~Mod TB

Fanfiction:

ammiehawk, Rescue Me (Ch. 2)

Rated T. Harry x Wufei (M/M). Preventers. 

Creator chose not to archive warnings.

Harry Potter x Gundam Wing crossover.

Starring Harry Potter, Wufei Chang, Heero Yuy, Quatre Raberba Winner, Severus Snape, Lady Une, Trowa Barton and Duo Maxwell.

Mention of Regulus Black and family ties.

@bobo-is-tha-bomb, Burn to a Cinder (Ch. 5)

Rated M. Zechs x Reader, Treize x Reader. (F/M)

Warnings: Adult Situations, Angst, Coarse Language, Death, Emotional Abuse, Mild Adult Situations, Mild Violence, Sexual dialogue, Sexual Situations, Violence

Characters: You (Reader), Zechs Merquise, Treize Khushrenada

Summary: Your path had been laid out for you from an early age, allowing you to move into the higher circles of society and catch the attention of one of the most powerful men in the Earth Sphere. As Treize’s mistress, you watch his rise to power and the disastrous war breaking out on Earth and in Space, putting your loyalty to the test. You are torn between your duty to His Excellency, and your unquellable lust for one of the top soldiers under his command. And when he rises to power in Outer Space, there is nothing you can do but stand back and watch them tear each other apart. This is no game of hearts, but yours is at stake, and the consequences can be felt for years to come…

@doctormegalomania, Eldritch Holiday (Creature of the Night) (Ch. 18)

Rated E. Heero x Duo, Trowa x Quatre, Wufei x OC. (F/M, M/M) 

Creator chose not to archive warnings.

Additional Tags: Horror, Body Horror, Occult, Comedy, Eventual Romance, Post-Break Up

Characters: Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner and Wufei Chang.

Summary: Heero is always prepared. Wufei gets a message.

@from-zero-to-my-own-heero, John’s Widow

Rated M. Post-canon. Relena x Heero, Duo x OC (M/M, F/M, Multi). 

Creator chose not to archive warnings.

Additional Tags: Somewhat Graphic Violence, Blood and Violence, Original Character Death, Near Death Experiences, Angst and Feels, Everything Hurts, Everything goes wrong, Heero and Duo can be romantic in their own way. The Author Regrets Everything.

Part 1 of Operation: Parenting series

Characters: Relena Peacecraft, Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell and Original Character.

Summary: Team Bravo was supposed to have Team Alpha's six o'clock. Unfortunately Team Bravo didn't come, and the enemy decided on an ambush. Heero's quick thinking managed to spare just one of his fellow agents, while putting his own life in danger. When they manage to wake up alive, albeit severely injured, in a hospital, Heero has to grapple with the lives lost and, as their commanding officer, inform their families about what happened, all while grappling with his own feelings about how he nearly put his Partner in All Things, his wife, and unborn child in the same position.

kracken, Black Dog Blues (Ch. 4)

Not Rated. Duo x Heero. (M/M) 

Creator chose not to archive warnings.

Characters: Duo Maxwell, Heero Guy, Heero Yuy (politician), Zechs Merquise, Quatre Raberba Winner, Wufei Chang, and Trowa Barton.

Additional Tags: Yaoi

Summary: Duo is a troubled detective who solves cases with the help of visions of the supernatural. Unfortunately, those visions are driving him slowly insane. Can his new partner Heero Yuy save his soul and his sanity?

@ladyunebarton, The Fundamentals of Caring. (Ch. 8)

Rated M. Heero x Duo (M/M) 

No archive warnings apply.

Characters: Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Wufei Chang, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Relena Peacecraft and OC.

Additional Tags: Hurt/comfort, Fluff, Parenting, Adoption, Children, Childhood memories, Friends to lovers, Slow burn, First time.

Summary: After a fire on an Orphanage left three kids without a home. Heero and Duo decide to take them into their own for the meantime. But this decision will make them reconsider where they are and what they want from life.

@lemontrash, The Result

Duo x Hilde

Duo can't stay separated from their baby for longer than five minutes. Also starring Heero Yuy and Trowa Barton.

Inspired by @gundayum 

Muses: @noirangetrois @lbro009 @angelsmystique @offspringchick29 @woahthisguy @doctormegalomania 

luvsanime02, Expectations

Rated G. Wufei x Relena x Hilde. (Multi). AU. Written for Cocktail Friday. 

No archive warnings apply.

Eighth installment of, Never, Maybe, Sometimes, Always.

Characters: Wufei Chang, Relena Peacecraft and Hilde Schbeiker

Additional Tags: Family drama, Mild language and Humor.

Summary: Wufei's not sure what to expect from today, but he knows that, whatever happens, they'll still be fine.

Confession

Rated G. AU. (Gen). Written for Cocktail Friday. 

No archive warnings apply.

Characters: Sally Po and Lucrezia Noin.

Additional Tags: Mild language, Friendship, and Light angst.

Summary: Sally gives Noin some advice, and some wine.

sageof6way, The Gundam Pilot (Ch. 5)

Rated T. Gundam Wing x Naruto crossover. Catherine Bloom x Naruto, past Naruto x Hinata. (F/M) Also starring Relena Peacecraft.

Summary: Naruto was mortally injured in his fight with Madara. The alliance decided to seal him for him to recover. The year is After Colony 194 Naruto takes on the name Darlian and fight OZ.

Shirakaba, Hall of Cranes (Ch. 8)

Rated M. Trowa x Quatre, Wufei x Duo. (M/M) AU.

No archive warnings apply.

Additional Tags: Palace drama.

Characters: Wufei Chang, Trowa Barton, Duo Maxwell

Summary: In which we find out what happened to Duo while he was in palace jail.

Skarla, Send in the Clowns (Ch. 3)

Rated G. The Avengers x Gundam Wing crossover. Parallel Universe. Post-CATWS. Written for a fan (birthday present). 

No archive warnings apply.

Starring Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Jane Foster, Darcy Lewis, Duo Maxwell, and Trowa Barton

Summary: Clint Barton had a secret, one that he had been carrying for so long that it didn’t even really seem like a secret anymore. It was just another thing in the long list of things that he didn’t talk about, along with his time in Korea or that mission in Budapest. The trouble was, now that Shield was in tatters with every third agent loyal to Hydra and being hunted like the rats that they were, his helpful support system had evaporated along with his second favourite bow and his salary.

tb_ll57, Whiten Out (Ch. 37)

Rated E. Treize x Zechs, Treize x Duo, Zechs x Duo, Zechs x Heero, Quatre x Trowa, Duo x Heero (M/M) AU. Preventers.

Archive Warnings: Major Character Death, Rape/Non-con

Characters: Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Quatre Raberba Winner, Trowa Barton, Treize Khushrenada, Zechs Merquise, Leia Barton, Mariemaia Khushrenada and Relena Peacecraft

Additional Tags: Future fic, Politics, Rape/Non-con elements, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Coercion, Prisoner of war, Grooming, Forced separation, Established relationship, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Mental health issues, PTSD, Gundams, Resistance, Angst, Eventual happy ending

Summary: Zechs Merquise never left OZ to become the leader of White Fang. The Gundam Pilots never banded together at Libra to emerge victorious. Treize Khushrenada never died. There is peace-- of a kind-- but how will a new world order shape itself?

TrenchcoatMan, The Heir of House Black (Ch. 35)

Rated T. Contains family and friendship. Trowa x Quatre (mild shonen-ai warning). Also starring Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. (Harry Potter x Gundam Wing crossover)

Summary: Harry attends Sirius's will reading and learns that there was more to the black family than anyone expected.

@tumbledrylemur, Killdeer

Rated G. Wufei x Duo. (M/M) Written for 2x5x2 Day. Preventers. 

No archive warnings apply.

Additional Tags: Fluff, Bureaucracy.

Summary: Duo can't unleash Deathscythe on Preventers bureaucracy but he can leave the parking lot a little better than he found it.

@wingslanding, Perfect 

Rated M. Heero x Relena. (F/M) 

Creator chose not to archive warnings.

@ziggystarsandmars, Salt (Complete - 8 Chapters)

Rated M. Wufei x Duo, Heero x Relena. Wufei’s POV. (M/M)

No archive warnings apply.

Additional Tags: Unhealthy relationships, Post War trauma, Suicidal thoughts, Explicit language, Sex, Bad decisions, No EW, Minor/Background relationships, Post-War

Everyone is broken, but maybe trying to get better?

Characters: Wufei Chang, Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton, Relena Peacecraft

2nd installment of Chemical Reactions

Summary: Three months after the events of Like Oxygen, Duo shows up on Wufei's doorstep. As familiar, dangerous patterns assert themselves, Wufei's left wondering if there is, or could be, anything between them beyond self-destructive desire.

((Mod’s note: Promoting this fanfic again because May 2nd was 2x5x2 Day. So if you’ve missed out on the celebration, don’t fret. Check out this fic!))

Fanart: 

@babygray-dam, Rough Sketch

Duo Maxwell. Line work, coloured.

@bluesquishylemon, Title: GW Colors 3 of 3 - Quatre Winner

Source: Gundam Wing; character Quatre Winner

Media: Marker on 11x14 Bristol; January 6, 2012

Please do not repost nor remove artist credit.

ChaoticAngelKitten, Kaito Barton - Cheetah Wolf Hawk Form

OC (Kaito Barton). Interesting mentions of Dorothy x Trowa, and the pilots. Based on an upcoming fanfic project.

Please do not remove artist credit.

Carol-aredesu, Join the braid troop

Starring Duo Maxwell and three more characters.

Please do not remove artist credit.

@cosycrow, Wufei Chang

Just a sketch.

@deathscythe-demiguy, Trowa x Quatre

^ Just a quick painting of cute.

Heero Yuy striptease (Rated E)

Duo Maxwell, with his scythe. Painted on iPad.

@gundayum, “Dude, you alright?”

Duo cries over a newborn baby. Duo x Hilde.

Bend it like Trowa (Rated M)

Ishida1694, Sparking Gundam

An interesting mix of Shenlong (Gundam Wing) and Shining (Mobile Fighter). Check out this Gundam's specialties!

Please do not remove artist credit.

@sobachalatte (via Twitter)

Just in time for 2x5x2 Day!

Wufei and Duo in Preventers uniform.

Forwarded by @lemontrash 

Rough translation: “Today is the day without acid! ! Moth Even if you forgot about your work, you may not get drunk but ...”

Please do not remove artist credit.

Yuuma Kamibata, C94新刊Realize表紙

Forwarded by @animethingsandstuff.

Permission to upload was given by the artist. Please do not remove credit.

Duo in a spacesuit, sipping his drink.

Photosets/Screenshots: 

@christianmswanson, Wing Zero

Posed a question about the Gundam's feet.

@clair-audients, Trowa Barton

In his spacesuit.

“My heart’s been completely void of feelings for a long time.”

@disturbed02girl, Heero Yuy operating a mobile suit.

Taken from Glory of the Losers.

“Sorry, but I'm used to fighting myself.”

@moonlightsdreaming, Endless Favorite Manga

A nice shot of Relena Peacecraft. Taken from Glory of the Losers.

More GoL shots, featuring the Gundam pilots, Sally Po, Lucrezia Noin and Hilde Schbeiker.

Photo Prompts/Prompts: 

Rambo x My Little Pony crossover.

Idea/prompt by @elfbingo

Photo manipulation by @incorrectgundamwingquotes

Starring Quatre Raberba Winner.

@gundayum, Doodle Comic

Inspired by @incorrectgundamwingquotes

Muses: @gwkimmy @deejayers @noirangetrois

Chats/Dialogs/Discussions:

@lemontrash, Share a Ship; Pitch a Pairing

Fandom chat about “selling a ship” to prospective fans. Think of it as a marketing strategy.

Brief mention of 2x5, Wufei x Hilde, and Winterhawk (Marvel fans are familiar with that one).

Mod's note: I'll participate in this thread later. The questions are very engaging. I'd encourage others to take part of they’re interested.

Participants: @seitou

Reply to Anon

A remarkable response to a question about faux English, colonies and Japanese.

@terrablaze514, Throwback-post-1

Villains debate

Mention of crack pairing

Participants: @noelleian, @softnocturne

Throwback-post-2

What we'd like to see if the series were redone.

@softnocturne

Quotes: 

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

Trowa and Heero

Relena gets pulled over

Noin and the Gundam pilots

Heero and Relena

Quatre and Duo

He Willingly Suffers For Fashion (Quatre, Duo and Trowa)

Rich Circles (Duo and Quatre)

Duo, recovering and high on pain meds

Wufei and Quatre 

Catherine and the Circus Owner

Tea versus Coffee (Trowa and Wufei)

On a mission… (Duo, Heero and Trowa)

Problem-solving techniques (Gundam pilots)

Rulers (Wufei and Sally)

Stop leaving the kitchen unsupervised! (Wufei, Duo and Heero)

When Autocorrect ruins things… (Duo and Heero)

Duo and Hilde

Heero and Zechs ((Mod’s note: This reminds me of a funny scene from TeamFourStar's DBZ Abridged.))

Poor Wufei!

Frustrated Heero, 1xR, 3x4x3

Wedding dresses (Noin and Sally)

Undivided attention (Wufei and Trowa)

Call it (Zechs and Heero)

Truth or Dare? (Duo and Wufei)

Duo’s complaint 

Duo likes food? (Zechs + Quatre and Wufei)

@lemontrash 

@gundaaamn

If half of 5 is 2.5... (Heero, Duo and Quatre)

Mistakes (Heero Yuy)

Smile (3x4x3)

A Favor (1x2 (+3))

MoodBoards/Aesthetics: 

@kujo1the 

A kawaii pic of Quatre with Sandrock's swords. (via Twitter)

@Iamkingdomhearts1000 

Heero Yuy is in the Top 20! (via DA)

Calendar Events: 

Cocktail Friday Announcement, @gwcocktailfriday 

Post responses on Friday, May 10th, between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone. Don’t forget to @ us!

“Rhythm Generation” goes LIVE! @acworldbuildingzine 

The RHYTHM GENERATION After Colony worldbuilding zine is out!!!  To receive your FREE PDF copy, ping @acworldbuildingzine and/or @lifeaftermeteor 

Special thanks to our zine contributors: @amyole, @angelsmystique, @burningwreckage, Cirno Avery, @clair-audients, @fadedsepiascribbles, @from-zero-to-my-own-heero, @greenriderglen, @incorrectgundamwingquotes, @lemontrash, @lifeaftermeteor, @noirangetrois, @offspringchick29, @seitou, @spelon-berry, and @terrablaze514. Without your efforts and dedication, this wouldn't be possible - but you did it! Treat yourselves to something special.♥️

@gundam-wing-bingo, Trope/Kink Masterlist

Our Master List is at 100! The questionnaire for choosing your cards will be completed before long, and then we’ll get these prompt shindigs going!

You can see some card examples here. Note however, that they are NOT entirely correct.

Theme Selection (Mini Bang) @thisweekingundamevents 

It seems we have a winner! The theme for our soon-to-be Mini Bang will be Unorthodox Undercover Work!

Mini Bang Dates (poll) < Please cast your vote if you haven't done so already. (Google Form included)

Mini Bang Rules

Animated Music Videos:

Quatre Raberba Winner, My Love by @clore1411

        * Via AdminRen on this Gundam Wing Facebook group.

Headcanons:

Gundam Pilots as Aliens by @seitoushin

Duo is the Duolingo owl by @theresareasonforthiswritingblog

Refer to the tags.

GW Characters as Animals 

Pet Names 

The Gundam Boys Go To Therapy 

Memes (hehehe!):

No one vs author by @janaverse 

Children yelling, “McDonald's!” by @gundaaamn

Quatre as Ralph Wiggum from The Simpsons 

Gunpla:

@christianmswanson, Wing Zero

Brass cooperates

Brass attempt #2

Progress report

@hcgunpla, Velcro patches 

Etsy shop with embroidery is now open!

Podcasts

@lemontrash

Radio Meteor - Chapter 6 - Odamaki 

The transcripts for Radio Meteor episodes 6 and 7 by the smooth and savvy @noirangetrois are now up and live on AO3, and the radio meteor website in due course. Go check em out!!

Episode 12 - Bewildered Warriors - Radio Meteor 

A podcast on Anchor. Check it out!

Masterlists:

@terrablaze514 - GW Masterlist Page 

@theresareasonforthiswritingblog - GW Writing Collection 

[snowbellewells]

“Reality and Roses”

Hello, everyone! This is a (quite possibly silly) bit of fluff that I dreamed up from my own ridiculous fondness for watching (even when I’m laughing at the craziness of it while I do!) “The Bachelor” and “Bachelorette”, and then wondering what in the world Killian Jones would make of this unbelievable drama we actually call “reality”. The rest just followed from there.  It’s set roughly parallel to season seven, but where we get to see the newlywed pirate and princess set up their home together and enjoy another version of the domestic day-to-day that many of us would have enjoyed onscreen.  Their little girl is on her way, but not yet born, and Henry is off searching for his own story.  

 Obviously, I don’t own OuaT or any of its characters, nor would I ever claim to have a stake in “The Bachelor”/“The Bachelorette” franchise.

“Reality and Roses”

By: @snowbellewells  (TutorGirlml on ff.net - This is can also be found                                               there in my “Of Swans and Swords and Hopeful                                               Hearts” short story collection.)

                    “Swan! Swan!”

           Emma Swan-Jones struggles not to snort through her nose as she picks up the two plates full of Chien Po’s China Kitchen takeout she has dished up for them. They’ve already stuffed themselves on Crab Rangoon and Won Ton Soup anyway, but that doesn’t quell her desire for Sweet and Sour Chicken, nor will it stop her pirate from having at least half his new favorite carryout Beef and Broccoli (though he would swear up and down that preference was untrue if Granny Lucas were present). Lately, Emma could swear that she has become a bottomless pit in this her third trimester of pregnancy.  She can eat Killian under the table hands down, regardless of the food, but Chinese has been her go-to craving.

           She doesn’t even know yet what it is her captain wants to tell her, but the shock and almost affront in his tone lets her know ahead of time that it’s one of those gentleman fish-out-of-water, Land Without Magic things that still, almost two years into their marriage, manage to shock and baffle him. Clearly, leaving him to channel surf for their evening’s entertainment on the “magical picture box” as she dished up the main course has paid off in one way or another, if only for her momentary amusement.

           Entering the living room once more, a plate in each hand and curiosity – she’s sure – painted across her face, Emma is not at all surprised by the way Killian seems to snap to attention from the rapt focus he had been training on the television.  In seconds, he is on his feet and at her side, taking one plate from her and gently ushering her ahead of him back to the couch before which their drinks, utensils, napkins, and the demolished remnants of their appetizers are strewn across the coffee table.

           “My apologies, Love,” he murmurs, rubbing his nose along the bend of her neck and shoulder for just a moment, his warm breath ghosting over her skin bared by the boat neck sweater she is wearing and nearly making her drop her plate before she can put it down on their makeshift table and resettle in her seat.  She bites her own lip in her surprised jolt of excitement and almost turns to grab him around the shoulders and pull him back in for a proper taste of those full, irresistible lips – the food can wait after all – only for him to sit back from her on the couch, looking embarrassedly shamefaced.

           “What, Killian?” she asks, senses reeling and completely baffled, her hand settles on his bicep, grounding herself as well as letting him know he has her attention.  “What are you apologizing for?”

           Her adorable nerd of a husband gazes back up at her, a slight flush just barely visible through the unshaven scruff of his cheeks as those blue, blue eyes meet hers from beneath his dark lashes.  “For making you get up and fetch the main course alone.  You certainly are not my waitress, and I was coming to help you – truly.  I could have sworn you’d been gone but a moment – I was right behind you! – and then this…this…bloody demon transfixed me once again.” He gestures at the tv vaguely before turning to sheepishly study her face for signs of annoyance.

           Emma can’t help but shake her head, half exasperated and half humored.  It would seem that as remarkable as her True Love is in so many other respects, he is every bit as susceptible to the gravitational pull of the television as any other man.  Reaching out playful fingers to brush aside the longer fringe that has flopped over Killian’s forehead, she then cups his cheek in her hand and pulls him to her easily, pressing a short, teasing kiss to the bridge of his nose. “No worries,” she soothes with a genuine smile on her face as she meets his gaze.  “I’ve told you time and again that I may look the size of a house and like I shouldn’t be able to move, but being pregnant does not mean I can’t do anything for myself.”

           His mouth opens, about to argue that he means to wait on her hand and foot, no doubt, but she cuts him off with a shake of her head and a kiss to his mouth this time – which almost derails them completely, her low hum of pleasure in the back of her throat causing them both to dive deeper, pulled together like magnets before she finally leans away, sitting back in her own space once more. “Besides, I’m the one who couldn’t wait another minute for her Sweet and Sour Chicken,” she adds, breaking the hold of his heated stare to spear one of the breaded poultry bites on her fork, dunk it in the pinkish-orange sauce, and quickly bring the morsel to her mouth. After swallowing with pure satisfaction, she prompts, “So, what was it you wanted to tell me a minute ago? Something on the tv?”

           Killian jerks upright at that, eyes wide as he clearly remembers what had gotten him so up-in-arms mere moments ago.  Gesturing to their television’s screen, now advertising some sort of overpriced mop-and-broom-in-one wonder contraption, to which his eyes veer and Emma just barely stifles a giggle as her ridiculous neat freak almost loses his concentration once more to the advertisement’s hold.  But then, Killian focuses and looks at her in earnest outrage as he explains, “It was promotion for an upcoming program – one of those preposterous reality competitions.” The disdain dripping from his words would be enough to send Emma chuckling again, this time at how seriously he takes his evening programming, if she didn’t first press her lips together to forestall the outburst and then shove enough chicken in her mouth to keep busy chewing and not reveal how amused she is by the whole thing.

           Killian isn’t done though; in fact, he looks as if he would march right up to whatever powers-that-be control the network schedule, give them a piece of his mind and wave his hook under their noses for good measure, if he only knew where and how to find them.  He’s just gathering steam as he launches into the rest of his description. “Apparently some single, mildly attractive bloke is set up in a mansion while several comely young lasses jostle to woo him and win his hand.  That has to be a mistake. Doesn’t it, Swan?  Why, the very premise is ludicrous.  He can’t date all of them at once!  Who would stand for that?!  They called it ‘The Bachelor’, but I must have it wrong.  No true gentleman bachelor would behave in such a manner – nor try it even, if he possessed a lick of sense…” However, his voice trails off at this point, eyes narrowing as he truly registers the expression now covering his wife’s face.  “Wait a minute… Emma, why do you look like that?”

           It’s her turn to blush brightly and unsuccessfully try to avoid his eyes, though it does no good and only tips him off further.  She had once been quite fond of The Bachelor – not that she’d have ever thought to tell anyone about it by choice – but the overly dramatic, outlandish guilty pleasure had kept her company on her couch with a pint of Rocky Road ice cream in that lonely apartment in Boston as she unwound after a long skip chase or stakeout more nights than she could rightly count. “Well, I don’t know how many self-respecting gentlemen they really draw, but you’d be surprised what those ‘lovely young lasses’ as you put it, will stand for – and do – Killan.  It’s more intriguing than you’d think.”  This last is mumbled in a rush as she ducks her head and pretends to have difficulty getting an errant morsel of chicken onto her fork.  She isn’t necessarily ashamed of being a Bachelor devotee at one point, and Killian wouldn’t judge her for it anyway, but she is abruptly struck by how absurd it all must seem to someone who comes from the place and time he does, and with the sense of honor which runs so deeply through his veins.  She flushes all over suddenly, floored by how blind she had been not that long ago, how little she had known back in those days on her own…just how different it is when those feelings the show plays on – when love itself – is True.

           Killian’s eyes bulge almost comically; she has to reach out to soothingly to pat his thigh, as he’s entirely too distraught for his own good. “Emma, truly?” he asks, voice quieter but still almost aghast at the very concept.  “He dates all of them?!  The cad!! How can you watch such poor form, Swan?  It’s atrocious!”

           She grins mischievously at him, shrugging away her embarrassment and giving him a saucy wink.  “Look, it’s easier to just show you, alright?  Tonight’s Monday, so it will be on in…” she checks the clock above the fireplace, “about half an hour.  I’m guessing that’s what the commercial was about.  You can check out the season premiere for yourself, Pirate.”

           Her husband huffs indignantly as if he has no desire to do any such thing, but by the time eight o’clock has rolled around, he has finished his meal, taken both their plates back into the kitchen, brought her a bowl of the restaurant’s specialty pineapple sorbet for dessert, and settled into his place on the couch again, with her feet gathered in his lap.

           As the program starts, Emma points out various routine practices and occurrences on the show, explains how this or that usually works, and Killian seems grudgingly engrossed despite his nobler intentions.  When the appointed Bachelor flubs one of his prospective mates’ names at the cocktail party, Killian scoffs loudly enough to draw her attention. Glancing sideways, she challenges, “Think you could do better, do you? That’s a lot of names to keep straight!”

           Killian however doesn’t miss a beat, sliding his gaze across to capture hers with twinkling charm, “Any decent suitor has ways of holding onto those names which matter,” he counters smoothly, waggling his brows at her in flirtatious come-on.

           Emma does snort then, but at least partly to cover the way he makes her breath catch and her heart start beating faster.  

           Her husband is smart enough not to gloat at this, though he easily notices and reads her as well as ever, merely nodding with a secretive smile and gathering her close to his side as she leans over on him while they continue to watch. When it reaches the stage where the chosen man is going on his first intimate date with one of the women and the pair onscreen are sharing a romantic candlelit dinner, Emma tilts her head to look up at her handsome husband, studying his beloved, scruffy profile and sliding her hand over his solid chest to slip under the typical, partially-unbuttoned collar and rest her palm tenderly against the warm, inviting skin right over his heart.  “So, a little more romantic than you figured, Captain?” she questions curiously.

           Killian chuckles lightly, giving a tiny bob of his head in acknowledgment, but when he turns to look back into her eyes, Emma sees clearly that he has not yet played his last card.  Reaching the bared stump of his left forearm, brace and hook long since removed this evening for comfort’s sake, to rest beneath her chin and gently turning her face to just the angle he is after, Killian bends to kiss her slowly, languorously, stealing her breath and every thought of reality dating, exotic locales, or winning their little debate from Emma’s mind.  When he does pull back, just enough for them to each draw a bit of air, their lips still only centimeters from each other, the low rasp of words he intones in that voice she can’t ignore sends shivers all the way down her spine. “Aye, my love, I do see the appeal.” He runs that devious tongue over his lower lip before going back to hers for another taste and nearly making her melt into the couch cushions beneath them.  

           At their next pause, he gathers her closer still, nuzzling his nose with hers, their foreheads resting against each other before he looks into her eyes seriously, his question now truly concerned, “But even so, people do not seriously think that a deep relationship can be formed in this way, do they? Surely you would not have gone on a show like that?  Competed that way as if love were a wrestling match or choreographed script?”

           Emma tilts her head to the side as she considers his question, shrugging noncommittally when she answers, “Well, no, probably not.  I mean, I definitely didn’t think they were finding real love. But as a lark…who knows?  I mean, they got to travel, be pampered, live it up. It might have been fun.”

           “Fun, hmm?” Killian murmurs at her temple, his hand now gently resting on her swollen stomach, the warmth truly comforting, even as she knows he is about to challenge her again.  “Well, be that as it may, lass, luckily you are now married to an illustrious pirate captain fully aware of how to woo a lady and able to take you any place in this realm, or any other, on the fastest, most marvelous ship in existence.”

           Emma smiles up into his gorgeous face before resting her head on his shoulder and relaxing into his touch for the long haul.  “You’re forgetting the real difference that I finally understand,” Emma whispers to him lightly.  “Back then, I didn’t believe love existed anyway.  It didn’t matter if what they were selling on tv was a scam, because I didn’t think what we have was possible.  Just like you said in Neverland – not until I met you.”

           Killian’s pleased agreement rumbles in his chest, and Emma feels the vibrations pleasantly throughout her own body where she rests in his arms.  The fancy jewelry, ball gowns, televised proposals, and celebrity serenades they see before them on camera, none of that holds a candle to this man with whom she now shares her life and her home.

~~ ***~~

           And so, when Killian comes home from the station at dinnertime two nights later, and surprises her in the kitchen by kneeling before her and holding out a single yellow buttercup to match the bloom inked on her wrist, and asks if she will accept his token, Emma can hardly be surprised.  Nodding and grinning with perfect glee – and thinking how much prettier this simple flower that reflects her more than any red rose ever could – her smile feels as though it might split her face completely in half. Emma finds herself giggling as he stands and somehow manages to sweep her off her feet and spin her around, impressive baby belly and all.  “Well Love, since you have accepted this formerly hopeless bachelor’s proposal, you are entitled to the all-expense paid trip to the destination of your choice I’ve arranged.  We leave Saturday; anywhere you want to go, one more magical getaway before the little one arrives. It’s all taken care of.”

           Swept up in the romance and surprise of her husband’s plan, Emma Swan-Jones can only marvel at how her reality is so much better anything she could have imagined.

Tagging a few folks I hope will enjoy: @spartanguard @kmomof4 @hollyethecurious @whimsicallyenchantedrose @flslp87 @jennjenn615 @celestial-fire-writer @ilovemesomekillianjones @laschatzi @midnightswans @branlovesouat @searchingwardrobes @jackieorioncat @duathadun @blackwidownat2814 @winterbaby89 @gingerchangeling @revanmeetra87 @ultraluckycatnd @bromfieldhall @capswantrue @kiwistreetswan @psymplemind

[jenowinkle]

l o v e d .

boyfriend au! haechan ❀

genre; angst × fluff

pairing; haechan × reader

word count; 2.7k

warning; mentions of bullying and a singular bad word

requested by anon; Haechan From Nct 127 imagine where you want to break up with him cuz he has been treating you very meanly and in the end you make up????? Please and thank you! I’m thirsty for some drama in my life with cute endings I’m so sorry I’m a mess! I love you 💕💕💕💕💕😂

to note;

haechan pov

this is haechan of 127, not dream; so he isn’t soft × fluffy oof

i’m just kidding, he still is,,, at some points

i hope this isn’t too cliché ><

author’s note; thank you for the request anon!!! ٩(^ᴗ^)۶ ah i’m so excited to write this and i hope this isn’t too disappointing,,, i love you vvvvv much (❁´‿`❁) i’m really sorry this took so long;;; (,,•́ . •̀,,) there may be grammer errors here and there so please excuse that ahh but enjoy~

let’s go:

12 a.m.  

“get out… please,”            

haechan let out a self-depreciating chuckle, quirking the left corner of his lip as your broken voice resonated in his mind. the look of distraught and profound sadness never left your face as haechan heed your orders, stepping out of your once-homely, shared apartment. he walked along the sidewalk that led to the nearby park, nibbling at his lower lip. what went wrong? that was the question that bothered him so much. all he could do now was to walk, walk down his path of regrets. silently, the tears flowed down his cheeks and dripped from his chin. he was too sad to cry out or wail, and eventually, he slumped down onto a bench while the magnitude of his loss swept over him. the loss of you, his beloved. was he at fault? no, it couldn’t have been. haechan buried his head into the palms of his warm hands, sobbing at maximum strength. unconsciously, his mind wondered to the forbidden realms of how he had first met you. it was not the appropriate time to think about such things but he just couldn’t help it.

❃

“hey, i’m haechan. i find you real cute, so just call me hyukkie~”

yes, that was the first thing he had said to you five years prior. what a smooth talker, huh. but haechan was known for that, his specialty people might call it even. he had always been the happy virus of the class, the beloved jokester, a natural flirt and dare he say, the most outgoing one in the school. he was popular, as in, very well known and loved by the school. his outrageous antics, be it on friends or teachers, never failed to humor the class; even the teachers would find it amusing enough to let him off the hook, sometimes, encouraging it to lighten up the mood.

the thing is, he had everyone begging for his attention — romantically, that is. each and every day, he had a constant supply of food and love notes to the point where you’d wonder if he was secretly an idol or something. however, unfortunately for him, the one he had eyes for, never blinked an eye at him. you were always an exception  — you never seemed to laugh at his jokes, much less even flinched at his pranks. whatever haechan threw at you, you somehow managed to avoid it. and of course, this gave haechan’s ego a big hammering down. he didn’t know what to do, always dumbfound by your unaffected emotions. at that moment, he was at his wits’ end. to be very honest, he didn’t know what made him so attracted to you. did you cast some magic spell on him? because my, were you bewitching, or so it seemed like that to him. he adored you so much but didn’t know a single thing about you. it was a hilarious situation, really. maybe it was your immunity to react to his comedic statements, maybe it was your quiet, stand-offish personality, or maybe it was your laugh.

it was the most unexpected thing. the moment the flirtatious words left haechan’s mouth, you were flabbergasted at his introduction but let out such a charming laugh, he became the one tongue-tied and then poof, a wild crush on you appeared. so, you were the typical new kid of the class, having been transferred from your last school at the middle of the year for the terrible classmates you had. what you had not known was how lady luck wanted to torment you a little longer before giving you the happiness you deserved. haechan became highly aware of his affections for you and showered you with lots of love and attention. oh, what had been thought a blessing, turned out to be your worst nightmare. for everything he gave, it was always backed up with death threats from his admirers. this drove you to the edge. the constant bullying that was waiting for you at the end of every day, the occasional egg being thrown at you and the rare moments of you actually getting along with someone, eventually being your best and only friend. — you tolerated all of that, but haechan never knew. and that was when you started to really distant yourself from him. he was the cause of the toxic relationships you had with your fellow schoolmates. he was the cause for all the pain that you had to suffer. he was the cause of everything, yet he knew nothing.

❃

it was finally senior year, the year everyone had been waiting for, the year all seniors would graduate, the year for prom. that was haechan’s chance, his last chance, to ask you out. he had been trying for the past two years, ever since you transferred. haechan came to know about his tyrant admirers from his best friend, mark. of course, he was vehement to say the least. upon seeing the two-faced girls in the corridor one day, he lashed out at their appalling behavior towards you, never stopping to take a breather from his scolding. you were there when that happened, and honestly, like everyone else, you had never seen him so infuriated before. it was a first, and you were astounded that it was because of you. fortunately for him, that was his redeeming ticket to something he had never directly caused. you truly appreciated his willingness to stand up for your sake, but well, haechan knew he was indirectly the cause for your mistreatment and he had to do you justice.

and that was the turning point of your relationship.

“be my sunflower?”

he asked you out to prom.

❃

“be my sun?”

haechan held a stunning bouquet of crimson red roses in his clammy, trembling hands, shyly looking up at you as he asked you to be his significant other a year after prom. unexpectedly, haechan received a soft, tender kiss on the lips as he felt a smooth hand lay on his cheek, your thumb grazing over his supple cheeks. overjoyed were you, as you gently took the bouquet with your free hand. your smile was so genuinely sweet, with just the right amount of shyness, haechan couldn’t help but feel his heart burst with a sudden surge of warmth and joy.

❅

1 a.m.

that was a memory he held so dear to his heart. one in many, that is.

you were his sun as much as he was to everyone else. you were his sunflower, so beautiful, warm, and positive; and ultimately, you were his source of happiness. he didn’t deserve you and he reminded himself of that every single day. it tormented him, it made him work harder to make up for whatever he thought he lacked, it made him love you unconditionally. but was that really enough? he was conflicted, fighting off as many tears as he could. pathetic, he despised himself. dragging himself off the bench, he lifted his right fist up and threw it to an unsuspecting tree. an unimaginable pain blossomed in his knuckles, as drops of blood started to ooze out from the rips in his skin. a sharp hiss escaped his lips as he clenched his jaw, regretting his impulsive and stupid move. that pain however, is incomparable to the one he felt in his heart.

❃

college students. two-year love birds. the couple of the campus. that was you and haechan, alright. everything was the same, yet so different in college. he was still the prankster gangster that he was, topped with more mischief, that is. definitely still a hit with everyone, but thankfully in the friendly sense. on the other hand, you became the campus sweetheart. oh my, boys fell for you left and right, even with the knowledge that you were long taken. you became famed for your endearing and kind personality, cute to the core, as haechan described. nevertheless, this soon became a problem, a problem that would escalate to heights unimaginably high. haechan became overcome with dread the moment he saw a random boy from your psychology class trot on to you, hands gripping onto a box of chocolates. he witnessed the entire moment, from where the boy had confessed, he presumed, to when he got rejected, as he noticed the droop of the boy’s head as he slowly turned around to walk away. conjointly, he looked to see your perplexed expression as you passed the chocolates to a friend that happened to pass by. initially, all was good as haechan was always notified by you whenever you received a confession of love.

howbeit, after a few months later, things had seemingly changed. you had grown distant, yet again, with different circumstances this time however. you went out with guys haechan never even knew existed. you spent less time together. there were lesser kisses and hugs; lesser “i love you”s. he placed more effort into the relationship, buying you weekly flowers, cooking for you when you came back to the dorm late — haechan became desperate. his self-esteem hit rock bottom. insecurity about his looks, envy about the amount of attention you gave to others instead of him, fear that he would lose you. he became possessive. it drove him insane.

❅

11 p.m.

“haechan, why have you been acting like this?”

those words floated out of your mouth so simply, like it meant nothing. why? it was lunatic, how you weren’t aware about how horribly you were treating him, how you didn’t understand his feelings, how you never asked about his day anymore, how you never ranted about your problems to him anymore, how you never told him you loved him anymore. haechan was so sick of it, he had to deal with the constant stress the professors put on him daily, them breathing up his neck and then deal with the constant reminder that you were probably out with friends, more specifically, male friends. so, his possessiveness caught up to him, causing him to come off as mean or more accurately, manipulative. wherever you went, he demanded for a report of everything you did. whoever you called, he accused you of cheating on him. whenever you laughed at something, he cursed at the source of your laughter. what he adored most had become something he dreaded most.

“you actually want to know why? finally? when did you start caring about me again, huh?”

rage. that was all haechan felt. the spur of anger stirred in his whole entire being. he spat on the ground separating the two of you.

“you’ve become someone i don’t recognize, haechan,”

a roar of laughter bubbled up to his lips. what a hypocrite, his lips curled into a snarl. haechan was seeing red, angered to the point of no return. his mouth opened, spewing out the toxins he had been storing in his body for months, via words. continuously without stop, he yelled at you, who started to cower in fear of the person haechan had become.

“you became a whore, (y/n)!”

that was the breaking point; for both haechan and you. he went too far. he knew he did. but he didn’t even try to stop the words from spilling out.

s m a c k .

skin against skin, palm against cheek. haechan felt the tingly burn on his cheek after your hand had connected with it, causing a loud smack to ripple apart the deafening silence that engulfed you two, moments prior. he looked up at you, holding his cheek, only to see pearl-like tears rolling down your cheeks from wide, luminous eyes. your eyes that once shined like the stars in the vast night sky, held so much pain and regret. haechan could see it so clearly but he refused to look away, he refused to back down, not after all the nights he had spent looking at the mirror, wondering why he was not good enough for your wandering eyes. his dark lashes started to brim heavy with tears, hands clenched into shaking fists, in a desperate battle of grief and hatred.

“let’s break up,”

❅

1:30 a.m.

what happened that night was not something haechan was proud of. after beating up the innocent tree, bloodied hands were his payment for his offence. his anger slowly dissipated, turning into complete sadness. he loved you. no, he loves you. after everything, he knows that you didn’t know what you were doing, you were just suddenly showered by affection from other people that you didn’t realize how you were treating haechan, he knew you didn’t mean to break up with him, and he knew you were still in love with him, as much as he was with you. he was willing to forgive you, he wanted to. he wanted to hold you in his arms, and breathe in your scent again. he wanted to whisper sweet nothings. he just wanted you back.

closing his eyes, haechan went back to the bench and plopped himself on it. the cool, night wind tickled his neck, almost as if to comfort him. the gentle swishing of the leaves seemed to whisper to him that everything would work out. it had to, haechan thought, as another gush of tears came swimming to his eyelids. one by one, they slipped past his closed gates, sliding down his cheeks in big, fat droplets. the warmth they brought along comforted him, until eventually becoming cold too, like the world was to him now, as they drop of his chin. it’s going to be a long night, he sighed.

❅

2:00 a.m.

“haechan, wake up! haechan, please… i-i still love you. please wake up, please be alright, oh my god, i’m so sorry. i don’t deserve you one bit,”

it can’t be.. it just can’t be. haechan knew he was asleep but that voice, it sounded so… real. he didn’t know if he could believe it, after all he had been delusional for a few months now. gathering all of his strength, he peeked through an eye as he felt the sudden drop of a tear on his hand, his palms receiving an intense amount of warmth, and a melancholy-sounding voice drifted up to his ears.

“h-hyukkie… i don’t even deserve to call you that anymore. i thought about what you said, and i realized how badly i’ve been treating you this past few months. i never meant that to happen, i was so caught up with everything that i,, no, that’s no excuse for my behavior. if you wake up, i hope you know that you were always the sun, and the only reason why i could be a sunflower was because of you. you gave me so much love that i could never repay you back, no matter how hard i try. never in my life have i received so much attention from a single person, i’m so lucky to have you but i never appreciated you enough. i was never good enough for you, i’m so sorry—“

haechan had heard enough, enough to understand that the feelings between both of you were mutual. you two still loved each other, and that was enough. you had grasped onto his blood-stained hands so tightly, he knew you were genuine. the look of utter distraught stirred his heart, he knew you were truly apologetic. the moment he removed his hand to touch your cheek, your head shot up at once, cutting off your ramble, taken aback by his actions but more importantly, the fact that he was alright. at once, haechan was engulfed by a humongous hug as he was squeezed by the love of his life. aghast was he, but responded by hugging you back, burying his head into the hollow of your neck, leaving fluttery little kisses all the way up. your giggles were music to haechan’s ears. god, he had missed you so much. after what seemed like eternity in each others’ comforting embrace, you two separated, smiling like the goofballs both of you were.

“so, we good here?”

haechan rolled his eyes at your a-bit-too-late-to-ask statement, chortling. gazing lovingly into your mystifying eyes, haechan let out a relief sigh, ecstatic to have you back.

“for everything that you’ve done, my favorite would always be you loving me,”

[sweetwriting]

Tim Drake Positivity Week - Day 3: Intelligent or Badass

Category: Gen

Genre: Humor/Fluff/Drama

Fandoms: DC Comics, Teen Titans v3

Continuity : Post-Crisis/Pre-Flashpoint

Summary: Because Tim being a badass mostly comes from his intelligence. (It’s also what makes him such a dork)

Word Count: 848

AN: I am very proud to announce that I managed again the “around 1000 words or less” goal that I have for weeks like these.

To read it on AO3

Tim was getting tired. He had to focus all his mental capacities in order to even start thinking about his next move.

Sadly Conner wasn’t helping him (of course he wasn’t), all he did was make noise. So much noise. And Tim needed to focus. He was this close to trying to throw his best friend through the window…not that it would be of any help, but maybe it would silence him for a few seconds.

One breath.

Alright. He could do this. He signed to Cassie, giving her his order and she moved through the tiles, following his command. She ended up face to face with…oh no he hadn’t thought this through. Trash talking. He could only hope Cassie wouldn’t take the bait. Other than that nothing happened and Tim was thankful for small miracles.

Then his opponent moved. Tim had not planned for that. To be fair his opponent was getting a lot better when it came to planning. If he didn’t know better he would have thought Ulysses had something to do with it. But Tim could take him and he was going to. He wouldn’t lose this. He couldn’t lose here. He stopped, breathed deeply to try and calm himself down.

He moved.

That was it. Two tiles forward, one tile to the left.

He had done it. He was almost there!

A beam shot out of the tile and Tim managed to avoid it through a backward somersault. Luckily it was a classic move and neither he nor his opponent could leave the tile. While his opponent had known to expect it he had been so wary of what Tim would do he had barely paid attention and was almost taken out. While Tim would have preferred it if he had been, it did make things more interesting. And now that he was distracted, Tim could make his real move. He knew he wouldn’t get any other shot so he drew his staff as quickly as he could, sidestepped backward, to the right and struck his opponent to the head so he could then bend his knees in order to sweep the other’s legs out before bringing his staff back to his own shoulders. Finally, he brought the end of his staff back in the opponent’s chest to make sure he wouldn’t move.

“AND THE BLACK TEAM WINS!”

Tim felt his heart almost give out. They had won. Was this what elation felt like? Probably. Or maybe not. After all, if Tim had ever felt elation, it was that time…scratch that, those times when someone came back to life. But it didn’t matter here. They had won! And now he was ready to face his team, a huge smile breaking his face. He was going to turn around and then they’d with all they had —Okay at this point they were just using excuses so they could party- but before he could, he felt Cassie and Conner collide with him and project him toward the leader of the white team. Of course, Conner had thought to use his T.T.K. to soften the fall (because his mothering tendencies were seriously going off the charts lately, he had bought Bart a Flash teddy bear when he learned about some of his nightmares) but it didn’t mean Tim hadn’t gotten the wind knocked out of him. He looked down to see the boy he had fallen upon pout when Conner started talking to him.

“C’mon Bart, Celebrate with us! You almost always win, it’s a nice change!”

“Idon’tcare! Myplanwasalmostperfect! It’s not fair”

And now Tim would swear he could almost feel Kiran hovering next to them, forcing herself to not confront Bart. And that was the true Power of Bart Allen, of his pout and his whining. Tim forced himself to focus on his friend and replied, as gently as he could when pressed between a speedster who seemed to want to do nothing but move and two heroes with super-strength pressing against his back.

“You’re right, ”almost“ perfect. And you know that one of my specialties is to find holes in perfect plans. Plus you should be proud, it was the only move I could pull and it required striking while you were distracted. I swear you’re already almost a better strategist than I am.”

At this compliment, Bart’s face lit up so fast Tim almost gave in to the urge to hug Bart (which they were kind of already doing anyway through the sheer weight of the two muscle brained heroes above him. At least until he heard Cassie grumble “not that it’s hard, you literally always use the same plan pattern”. Which now made both Bart and Tim pout (though Tim was not pouting. He was glaring because he was mad. Not pouting).

Still, it had been a fun afternoon and it had even helped Tim work on his strategy skills a little. Also, Bart was seriously a fast learner. It was extremely impressive. And as far as Bart-made-up-games went, Human Tekken Chess was definitely one of his favorites (Fire Bowl, however, was not and he hoped it stayed buried in Kory’s garden forever).

AEN: This one was pretty fun to write. I tried not to go too far into Tim’s mind or this story would have lasted for years.

[armazeilor]

☆☆☆

How I rate your blog:

| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |

honestly, how could I give any other rating to a blog that has it all? sweet mun, lovely muse, it’s genuinely hard not to fall in love with you and Clarisse.

How I rate your URL:

| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |

let me just say that it fits our favourite vampire gal to a T, but for whatever reason there was a time when I hadn’t realised there was an ‘x’ between each word and I’d been tagging you wrong in our threads for about a month or so. I’m an idiot, I know, and I’m still bitter at myself for that, pff.

How I rate your blog theme:

| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |

I may be an edgelord but I’m not afraid to admit my love for pastels, and simple container themes are the bomb. 10/10.

How you play your muse:

Don’t know your muse | Not my cup of tea | meh | OK | good | wow | EXCELLENT | I would like to keep you forever.

LISTEN, she’s lovely, and you convey her quirks and behaviours so well through writing, Clarisse is just an incredibly charming character to me. I really enjoy her curiosity and sort of childish mannerisms despite how old she may be, her snark, all the adorable moments when she tries to act all slick only to then trip over a tree root the very next second. not to mention she’s got her dark facets as well, I know we haven’t delved much at all into the wonderful lore you’ve built for her but tbh, with the amount of threads we’ve got, another one that builds up to that seriously wouldn’t hurt.

Thoughts/opinion on the mun:

silvie ! we’ve been chatting for a while now, every now and again, and it’s always a joy to see you in my IMs. I honestly don’t remember who followed who first, I may be in my twenties but I guess uni is frying my brain and my memory isn’t doing so well, lmfao. I really don’t know how you put up with my sporadic activity, I myself get stressed just thinking about it, but know that you’re one of my most cherished mutuals and after that one long hiatus that I took last summer, coming back to see you’re still active had me smiling the whole damn day. I hope we’ll get to keep in touch for a long, long time !

How much I ship our muses:

Are you out of your mind?! | NO | prefer not to | I need some convincing | MAYBE | let’s do our best for chemistry | what a good idea | YES | I’ve been hoping for this! | oh gods yes | LETS MAKE A NEW OTP | shipping hell!

I’ve been thinking about it, you know. as it is now, in the main historical verse, I’m enjoying their dynamic a lot, this budding friendship mixed together with their conflicting identities, the two of them simultaneously both hunter and prey—adds that little tidbit of drama I love but unfortunately it’s really holding Horia back from being fully himself like in all of his good friendships. he isn’t the most tolerant person and that clashes a lot with how charming and fun he finds her, can’t be caught having a good time with the enemy or else it’s a big yikes ( I say it like it’s a joke, but he runs the risk of actually being punished ). excitedly waiting to see where this takes us. 👀

How attractive my muse finds yours:

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I have to speak up in his place because he’d be hard-pressed to say it, but she’s such an objectively pretty girl, it’s ridiculous. let’s play a game of ‘catch the boy staring and bring it up just to embarrass him,’ it’s gonna be fun.

Platonic attraction:

| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |

it’s getting there, he wishes he knew her better, she’s a literal ancient and it physically hurts that he hasn’t gotten the chance yet to ask a ton of questions about the past, what’s changed, nerd out with her over old tomes and secret knowledge—a wizard’s specialty, after all. ;)

 Sexual attraction: 

 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 

A situation or starter sentence for our muses:

actually drawing a blank right now, but the modern verse has been criminally overlooked and that must change.

A scene I would want to write with you:

either of them saving the other from mortal danger, or rather—on a darker note, straight up the two killing each other off, most likely in her feral verse ( heart-eyeing any and all violent threads, gimme that ). 

If we would write, my mood is:

fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | hurt / comfort | action | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | ANY GENRE |

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