#feel free to have discussions and share your own thoughts in the replies or reblogs but I probably won't answer myself

[ben-wisehart]

I just don't get the argument that banning AI-generated works from ao3 would be pointless because people will continue to post AI works but stop labelling them as such, so they'll be harder to avoid. You can say that about literally any crime. There are always going to be people who ignore the rules, but that doesn't mean the rules should not exist.

Right now, AI-generated works are a novelty. People are posting them openly because it seems like fun. The posters of these fics (I will not call them authors) aren't trying to cheat anyone, they just find the concept neat and want to share them with others, but they're not actually trying to receive praise for something they didn't do.

The people who are trying to pass AI-generated works off as genuine fanworks are already doing so. If 50% of AI works currently on the archive are marked as such, and 50% are not, then banning AI works would result in the openly-AI works being removed. Of those, perhaps half of the people posting them would be so determined to do so anyway that they'll lie and repost them less-conspicuously—but that's still 25% fewer AI works on the archive. (and frankly I think this is being very generous about the number of genuine grifters)

Placeholder "fic to be written" works, "help me find this fic" works, and other works that treat the archive like a social media site are already against the terms of service. These can and do get reported and taken down. If you're a regular user of the archive you'll know that works like this still get posted on a pretty regular basis, but the fact that they're generally known to be against the TOS means there is a precedent to stop them becoming more commonplace.

AI-generated works are not fanworks. They simply aren't. They have no place taking up server space and pushing genuine creators further down in the search results, making it just a little bit harder for authors starting out to get noticed. They don't belong there any more than advertisements for discord servers or future fics.

The only other concern I've seen expressed is that genuine inexperienced authors might get mistaken for AI-posters and reported. Personally, I think it's still pretty easy to tell the difference between the structurally perfect but utterly soulless prose of AI and the error-ridden works of inexperienced human authors, but assuming that changes...it's already basically impossible to get fics taken down that don't openly admit to breaking the rules. These reports are assessed by real people and the Archive's policy is maximum inclusiveness when there is any doubt whatsoever.

If all a ban on AI-works does is remove the hundreds of fics that are currently open about being AI-generated, that is already enough for it to be a good thing, even if it does lead to a few more being posted in secret

[slutofpsh]

know your place.

synopsis: a tip in order for one person to not get into trouble, they need to know their place.

wc: 2k

warnings: mdni. slight smut & male receiving. if you don’t like this type of content, feel free to scroll away.

note: this is a short one. randomly thought of it while stuck on traffic. anyway, reblogs and replies/comments are well appreciated. sending asks are highly recommended since it helps me connect with you and be more inspired. thank you, stay safe.

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“Congratulations on being hired.” Sechan claps his hand at the shoulder of their newest co-manager.

Hiro smiles warmly and accepted it as his eyes darted at the corner of the room. His stares settled at you for a while before he glanced back at Sechan.

They’re currently at one of the dance practice rooms of Hybe Entertainment. He was just hired as the new manager of Enhypen’s member, Ni-ki. It wasn’t mentioned why suddenly his previous manager resigned, but at least he got the job.

“Enhypen will be very busy starting next week so I expect everyone’s participation on checking details.” you smiled brightly as you distribute folders containing the planned schedules of Enhypen.

The boys scatters around the spacious room, doing their own things as their managers discusses things.

Hiro stares right at you, couldn’t help but to keep looking. The first time he saw you was when he was applying for the vacant position. It was an urgent hiring and so he came a little unprepared. He saw you going through his files carefully, checking if he’s capable to look after the youngest member.

Hiro knows how to speak Japanese and is fluent in Korean. Something that is good for Ni-ki. You’ve suggested to the directors that it would be good for Ni-ki to have someone he can talk to in his native language. It will help him to not forget.

“You’re staring too much, hyung.” the playful tone snaps Hiro back to his senses. Ni-ki stood beside him and caught him watching you silently.

He cleared his throat and glanced away, embarrassed for being caught. Ni-ki throw his arms around his shoulder easily as he was taller.

“Do you like Y/n noona?” he asked with a grin on his face. The question was like a trap. It almost sounded wrong for Hiro, but he can’t help but to nod his head.

Ni-ki gave him a teasing smile, smirking so wide and meaningfully. Hiro felt shy and looked away.

“I can help you, you know?”

Hiro’s eyes quickly glanced over the youngest member with hope glistening his stares. Ni-ki almost laughed inwardly just by looking at his face. He pursed his lips, trying hard not to show his real purpose of saying these things at him.

“R-Really?”

It's hardly been a month ever since he started working with him and yet here he is helping him. He couldn’t believe it and almost thought of the younger one as an angel. Did he really succeeded on winning the younger one’s heart?

“Guys, please line up so we can take your measurements for the new outfits.” you clapped your hand loudly to catch their attention.

Ni-ki gave Hiro a tap over his shoulder before hopping to approach you. He towers behind you and even gave Hiro a meaningful smile. He couldn’t help but to smile in too much joy.

“Hey,” Sechan approaches Hiro and stood beside him while everyone else busy themselves.

Since the stylists are the one incharge for the outfits, the managers can practically be laid back during these moments. You, on the other hand partake on things like this so you’re a bit restless.

Sechan glanced at Hiro and notices his small smile and the admiration through his eyes. He can’t help but to smirk then tried to follow his line of sight. It lands on the crowd by the middle where a bunch of stylists surrounds some of the boys.

“Liking someone?” he assumes.

Hiro cleared his throat and tried to get rid of the smile on his face. It was no use already as he was already busted. Sechan laughs and swat his back lightly to assure him that its completely fine.

“It’s okay. Care to share who it is?”

So far, just like Ni-ki, Sechan is pretty much nice towards Hiro. He looks after him and guided him during his first days. He’s closest to him out of all the managers of Enhypen.

“Uhm,” Hiro gulps and tilts his head. His ears turned bright red out of embarrasment.

“It’s y/n.” he dropped without thinking twice.

Hiro saw the look on Sechan’s face. The way his teasing smile dissolves at the mention of your name. He couldn’t help but to worry if he said something wrong.

“W-Why?” he asked, feeling a bit awkward by the sudden change of the atmosphere.

Instead of answering him, Sechan glanced left and right like as if checking if someone heard what he just confessed. He find it odd, but kept his mouth shut.

“Tell me you didn’t mention that to anyone else.” his tone sound so serious. It came out like a warning for Hiro like as if something bad will happen if he says otherwise.

He remembered telling it to Ni-ki but because of how Sechan reacted, he thought that it might be better not to say that. Besides, Ni-ki won’t do anything that can cause him trouble, right?

He shook his head side by side and just by then relief washes over Sechan’s face. He sighed heavily and clapped over his shoulder.

“Remember not to tell anyone about that.” he strictly told Hiro that made the latter furrow his brows harder.

“Why? Is there something wrong about it? Is she not single anymore? As far as I know she doesn’t have—”

“She’s not single anymore, okay? Just lose this interest over her already before it cause you more trouble.” the urge for quick dismissal of the topic was strong.

Hiro knew he should listen. He feels like that's what he should do, but his curiosity just ignites inside him even more. His eyes trailed towards your direction and he sees how gracefully carries yourself. You carefully checks over things and scan the folder you’re holding.

“It’s not bad to a-admire, right?” he spaces out while staring at your beautiful face.

Sechan frowns and swat his shoulder to snap him out of his delusions.

“Watch closely. Observe the people around her and you’ll know.” he said in this odd tone.

Hiro slowly trailed his eyes back to where you are. Some of the members are around you. Sunoo’s smiling brightly while checking out potential outfits for their concerts. Jay’s sat down by the floor near you, heads tilted up so he can watch you properly.

He doesn’t seem love struck by you, just a normal gaze. Seems like he’s even spacing out at some point.

Heeseung’s silently watching by the side as one stylists tries to get his measurements. His eyes darted at Sunoo while a small smile plays over his lips, watching how the younger one enjoys going through the clothes.S

Sunghoon is just sat quietly by the corner at one of the couches. His back resting in a relax postion, legs spread so wide like claiming the whole spot for him while on his phone.

It wasn’t new for Hiro since he was always like that. Sunghoon’s the most quiet member in the group. He barely had a conversation with him as it said that he finds it hard to befriend or get comfortable around new people. Which he understands.

Ni-ki laughs loudly and tries to bother his Sunoo hyung. He gradually lets go from wrapping his arm around his Jake hyung before grabbing the top his Sunoo hyung have on his hand.

“Yah!” he complains and tried to go after the maknae.

Jungwon walks just in time while having the widest grin. Ni-ki threw the clothes towards him right after Sunoo managed to hold his arm. The maknae line now starts to play around.

Hiro’s eyes then darted at Jake whose grin so wide. He saw how his eyes moves from watching the then towards you.

“Be careful not to hurt yourselves, guys.” you softly reminded them.

Jake struts closer and your distance slowly narrowed down. His hand reaches over your waist and rests there like it has been there a lot of times. You seem unbothered by the skinship so Hiro assumes this isn’t the first time this happened.

What surprises him next is how Jake dips his head over your neck to place a swift kiss. He can see his plump lips pressing to your bare skin. A smile made it to your lips as you slightly craned your neck to look over your shoulder.

Jake pulls away while standing closely behind you. He smirks and eyes you affectionately. Without a single word you leaned in and placed a kiss over his sexy lips that brings joy to the artists’ system. He smiled giddily.

“Jake Sim?” Hiro voiced out his thoughts.

Sechan sighs, finding him hopeless. He couldn't believe that he gets himself into a mess just after being hired and working for almost a month.

“B-But Ni-ki says he can help me.” he even mumbles, stuttering over his own words. He’s so confused.

Sechan missed it out, “What did you say?”

Hiro cleared his throat and shakes his head. “N-Nothing.”

Sechan sighs and rolled his eyes.

“Whatever. Just forget about that admiration you’re having or else you’ll get in trouble with them.”

Even before Hiro can ask Sechan about something else, he was called by somebody. He was just stoned to his position not until one of the stylists asked him for help.

The thought of that mess slips off of his mind as he keeps himself busy. He helped with all kinds of things he can do. While busy trying to book a spot to film the next episodes of en-o'clock, he felt a presence walking towards him.

“Hyung,”

His hand froze at the familiar voice he heard. He cannot be mistaken. Despite hanging around with them for a short time, he’s already familiar with their voices.

He slowly craned his neck to look at the person. Jake’s smiling like an excited puppy. Hiro felt relieved. Base on his reaction, it seems like he doesn’t know about him crushing over his girlfriend. So he’s still good.

He flashes him a smile.

“Yeah?” he tries to act normal in order to avoid suspicion.

“Pd-nim asked for you to one of the vocal rooms.” he mentioned.

He furrowed his brows in confusion.

“Which one of them?” he asks while trying to fix his things so he can go right after being informed where.

“The last one on the west wing.” Jake added.

Hiro nods his head and thanked him. He even clapped his shoulder before walking pass by him to go and see pd-nim. He finds it a little weird why he suddenly asked for him, but he figures maybe he needs the suggestion for the venue.

While walking by the corner, he already noticed that the hallway was empty. Usually, some artists use this west wing to practice their vocals and its always never this empty.

Disregarding his thoughts, he continued walking until he’s few feet away from the last vocal room. He gulped and felt his chest banging like crazy. He doesn’t know why, but it just started to beat faster.

The room to the last room was slightly open. A small gap enough for you to see inside. As he silently strut closer, he tilts his head to take a small peak on the inside.

His mouth gapped and he felt like his shoes are nailed to the floor. He couldn’t move. Cold sweat showers him as his stomach churns in an uncomfortable way.

“Ackkk,” the sensual sound of someone almost choking over something echoes through the small room.

“Just like that, baby. Bob your head more.” Sunghoon instructed lowly as he fists over your hair, guiding your head from moving up and down while sucking his dick.

“Suck my dick like a fucking whore.” Sunghoon growled.

He didn’t expect Sunghoon to be innocent. He’s not a minor anyway. But he definitely didn’t see this coming. Him sitting on a swivel chair they use to practice singing and you on your knees in front of him. Your top pulled down, showing your tits. You looked so sexy from where Hiro is, but he doesn’t know what to feel when you’re there licking and sucking a cock like its your daily job.

Hiro jolts when his eyes met with Sunghoon’s dark ones. Instead of being surprised, Sunghoon smirked and just continued to guiding your head. This time even thrusting faster and deeper to your throat.

“Do you love my dick, baby?” he asks and he saw how you nod your head eagerly.

“Do you love me?” he asks right after and just like for the first question, you nod your head with no hesitation.

“Do you belong to me? Are you mine?” he asks.

What’s odd is how confident Sunghoon sounded. Like no matter how many times he ask those questions, he knew what your answers are gonna be.

And not so surprisingly, Hiro saw you nodding your head once again.

“Fuck, open your mouth and take my cum.” Sunghoon groaned in pleasure and pulls his cock out from your mouth then starts stroking it hard.

You opened your mouth so wide so nothing can come into waste and so he can shoot his cum perfectly. He groans and watch carefully as his hot semen spill on your tongue. You giggled and then swallowed everything.

He sighs heavily as you went back on licking his shaft, this time to clean it.

A very satisfied smile plays over Sunghoon’s sexy lips before he glanced back at Hiro.

He felt ashamed. For being caught watching and probably for having feelings for you. He’s clearly claiming you and being territorial over you.

But something made Hiro stop.

You’re sucking Park Sunghoon’s cock.

Park Sunghoon....

But you just kissed Jake Sim at the practice room.

Does that mean you’re cheating?

A hand hardly clapped over Hiro’s shoulder and an arm rests on it. He felt somebody leaning closer to him, his face stopping a few inches.

“I’m sure you get the message clear right now.” Jake's voice rings over Hiro’s ear. He gulped nervously as the younger male tilts his head so he can see his reaction. He tried catching his eyes and he can’t explain the look on his face.

Jake’s nice demeanor was long gone. He looked dangerous while eyeing him with those cold, blank eyes.

“We don’t really share what’s ours and when it comes to her, Sunghoon and I don’t play.” he added.

Hiro can’t find the courage to speak up or even move his body. Jake smirks and even pat his shoulder.

“So know your place...” he halts his words and glanced straight to his eyes. “..hyung.”

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[russellsppttemplates]

Words we didn't mean (Lewis Hamilton)

There are some words exchanged that you didn't mean and Lewis feels bad when Angela told him you had called her for help

Note: english is not my first language

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated, and while I'm not actively taking requests, I am writing some blurbs when I can (usually at nighttime when I can) so if you have any ideas or concepts that can be written in a small amount of sentences and you want to share, feel free to do so!

Tw: reader accidentally cuts herself while cooking (mentions hospital, blood, medication)

"Lew, please, we need to see about this", you said for what felt like the umpteenth time as you watched your boyfriend pack his laptop and the last minute things on his backpack, "I don't have time right now, and I told you already how I feel about it", he replied rather harshly for his usual tone and before you could even react, he did the zipper and grabbed his coat, "You're not leaving like this, are you?", you asked, the nervousness installing itself on your chest, "what do you want me to do? It's not like either of us are going to bend on this, is it?", he said and that stung. While it wasn't common for you and Lewis to disagree on things, whenever it happened, you two talked it out, hearing the other's ideas and finding a way to make it work for both of you, but it seemed today he wasn't drawn to take that time, especially when his ride to the factory meeting is nearly at the door, "I'll be home later", he said dryly before heading out of the door. Roscoe must have sensed something wrong, his paws the only noise you heard in the house as he came to stand by you, his paw tapping your leg slightly as he asked for scratches, "Daddy is a bit off today, I guess", you said as you compiled with his request.

After tidying the bedroom up, you put the clothes and sheets in the laundry basket and then into the washing machine, taking the opportunity to dry them quickly as the sun was shining brightly outside. Roscoe followed you like the little shadow he always is, and while you were making lunch for you you fed him a little bit of what you were preparing when the knife slipped from your hand and made you cut your other hand, the slit already bloody when you looked at it, "shoot, shoot, shoot", you said as you looked for a clean kitchen towell to wrap around it, next looking for you phone as you thought of how to proceed, "call Angela", you said outloud, never more thankful about these new technologies, watching the call begin on the screen, "Morning, beautiful! How are you?", her usually cheery voice cam through, "hii, how are you? I have a bit of a situation", you gulped, "I have cut myself whilst making lunch, It's in my hand, seems deep too, and while I can still move it" you hissed, "I don't think it is a good idea to change the gears or to turn the steering wheel, I'm afraid I'll open up the wound even more", you said as you tried to squeeze the fabric around your hand, "you're right, dear. I'll be at your place in 5 minutest take you to the hospital, okay?", Angela said before she hang up. While you waited for her, you got your documents to bring to the ER and a small crossbody bag to put all your belongings in just in time for the car to beep outside, "No, no, don't push too much", said Angela as she saw you try to close the front door on your own, helping you while looking at your hand, "that is indeed a nasty cut, let's see what they can do to it. You'll be good as new", she conforted.

While you were in the waiting room, you sensed that Angela had a question she wanted to ask, "instead of wondering, just ask it, please", you said gently while you kept applying pressure on the cut like the doctor who did your triage told you to do, "I haven't seen you call or text Lewis any updates, nor did you even mention him, is everything alright?", she mused, "we had a fight, I guess. We were discussing how I was going to attend a few more races next year and I have a new project at work that will maybe keep me from going and it all spiralled from there, I said things I didn't mean, he did the same. And then it was time for him to leave and we didn't get any conclusion. And he doesn't need anymore on his plate, especially something like this", you mumbled before your name was called. The doctor did what he had to do, suturing the skin, wrapping it safely and ultimately deciding to play it safe and prescribe some medication to fight off any infections as well as to promote a better healing process, also scheduling with you the days where you would come to change the bandages.

Angela drove you home after the hectic day, "thank you so much again, and I apologise for calling you like that and ruining your day", you said as she set the bag of medications on the counter, "No need for that, I'm glad I could be of help. Do you need anything else from me? Anything I can help with?", she wondered and you caved in, seeing as you were alone in the house, "can you heat me the leftovers that are in the fridge, please? I need to eat to take my medication", you said as you watched comply, bringing you the tray of food, water and meds to the bedroom where you managed to put your pyjamas on by yourself, "are you sure you don't need anything else?", Angela asked before she left after your negative answer, letting you rest as all the different medications were keeping you a bit drowsy and sleepy.

Lewis was leaving the Mercedes AMG F1 HQ with the same thoughts in his mind, how you two had handled things. How he had handled it and not let you talk it out like usual, grabbing his phone to see a text from Angela, "Y/N had to pop to the ER today and I took her. She's at home resting now, the cut on her hand should heal soon and her meds and food have been taken care of. She didn't ask me to send you this but I love you both too much to see you two like this. Whatever it is, I'm sure you can sort it out".

ER? Cut on your hand? Medications? What had happened in the span of time he was gone? Dialing Angela's number, Lewis entered the car that had brought him in the morning, greeting the driver briefly as his trainer picked up, "what happened, Angela? And why am I only finding out about this now?", he asked, the stress evident on his voice, "Y/N was making lunch and the knife slipped from her grasp, but doctor said she would be good as new soon", she explained, "I took her there because she called me. And she didn't tell you anything because... Well, I don't know why, she just said that you had a rough morning", she said, knowing that those details mattered the least to him at that moment, "Why didn't she call me? I would've gone straight home", he said as his voice tone started trailing away, realising ad he spoke that given how the morning went, he too wouldn't be calling himself after you got injured, "nevermind, thank you again. For helping Y/N today and for calling me, will speak soon!", he said before he hang up, his finger going straight to dial your number before he refrained from doing so, nor actually knowing how to approach the situation. You had and accident in the kitchen and injured yourself, and didn't think to call him or tell him about it to not bother him maybe. He had made you believe something like this was not worthy to tell him to come and help you or at least that he wouldn't want to hear about it, and that was not acceptable. Thanking his driver again, he retrieved his keys from the pocket and entered your shared home, no sign of Roscoe, who would usually greet him at the door, making him drop all his belongings on the office as he made his way into the bedroom to see you asleep on the bed, Roscoe by your feet that, sensing someone else, woke up and greeted Lewis, him leaving his spot making you move in your sleep as you turned to face your boyfriend, who didn't miss the wrapped hand as he watched you, "Hey, sorry, I didn't hear you come in", you said as you adjusted your position as best as you could, your boyfriend helping you sit up before he carefully took your injured hand in his, inspecting it, "Why didn't you tell me? I could have come to help", he said gently, not wanting to belittle you in any way, "I thought you'd be busy and, well, this morning wasn't the best either", you began, "we don't usually leave things like that. We always talk it through and, and I thought I'd just let you cool down from it all", you explained, "I'm sorry if I made you feel like you couldn't count on me, darling. We should have talked about it in the morning", he said before kissing your knuckles that were in show, "I love having you there for races, it motivates me to go harder and be better and I enjoy your company there. Yes, it upset me that you're not going to be there as much, especially this year, but I understand that you have your things too. I should have never said what I said", he gulped as you could see the guilt in his eyes, "I would love for you to join me, but I'm also so fucking proud of you, of your achievements and dedication. I'm so sorry for how I reacted", he stressed again. Smiling slightly, you cradled his face on your hand, "I'm sorry too, said things I didn't mean and they only set out to aggravate what we were doing. I'll see what I can do about it, maybe remotely I can do things too. Just, promise we'll be better at this, okay?", you said as you both nodded, Lewis opening his arms for you to rest against him, "how is this?", he pointed to your hand, "doctor said it should heal well, have the meds there too. Just a silly accident, really, I have to be careful with how I take care of it", you said before he kissed your forehead, "I'm here now, I'll take care of you".

[hanilessa]

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HALF AN HOUR FOR LOVE — Childe x F!Reader Chapter 16. The woman he wants to see in a wedding dress

Aether was pleasantly excited. Pleasant excitement slowly rose from his heels all over his body, gradually relaxing his tense muscles after a day's work. He was quite surprised at how his words continued to pour out of his mouth as the blond man continued to tell you more and more facts about some painting or book.

It seemed to him that you and he had known each other for as long as he could remember. It would seem that there wasn't a second when he didn't know you.

Your sincere words and comments, your kindness and curiosity gave him the strength to keep talking and made him want to share even more interesting and exciting information with you.

For the first time he met a person who shared his interests and understood each of his feelings so well. It was a very pleasant feeling, which, it would seem, had no analogues. Aether could tell that even his sister didn't understand him as well as you did.

And even the thought that he was here at the request of his sister completely disappeared from his mind. Now he was sure that he was with you of his own free will, and equally enjoyed this walk with you.

Your questions, interested look, light sighs as an answer to his words, were something special, which he was really glad about. His only thought was how charming you were when you both were discussing a book you read recently. You were like a breath of fresh air to him.

He was completely enamored with you as you two stood in the middle of the evening park. The silence filled the space around you, it was broken only by the whistle of the wind, which tousled your hair in different directions. It looked pretty funny, but that didn't diminish your beauty at all.

The man's cheeks were covered with a slight red blush, and to his surprise, he was insanely glad that the evening had come, and that you could hardly see his red cheeks in the dark.

You looked at the bright stars in the dark sky and didn't notice at all how Aether was looking at you at that moment. It felt like a blessing to him to be watching you right now. He's watching one beautiful being watching other beautiful beings — the stars. You were thoughtful, your cheeks were a little red, and the man thought that you must be cold.

Aether took off his white coat and walked closer to you, gently draping the warm cloth over your shoulders. The blond-haired man watched as you slowly came out of your thoughtful state and looked into his golden eyes with excitement.

"What about you?" Your concern for him was absolutely adorable, your beautiful eyes darting from side to side, looking at the man who stood in front of you. The man didn't seem to be shivering at all because of the cold. "Please put on your coat, you will get sick."

"I noticed that you have red cheeks, so I thought you were cold." The man said as you carefully took off white coat and gave it to the man.

"No, I'm not cold at all. Please take care of your health." You bit your lip awkwardly as you watched the man put on his white coat.

"Is there another reason for your red cheeks then?"

Aether watched as you gradually became more and more embarrassed. You awkwardly tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and looked away. The man's heart seemed to stop for a moment, but after a second it continued to beat again at an unfamiliar pace. But for some reason this pace seemed very pleasant and magical to him. At the pace and rhythm that he wanted to dance next to you.

The man continued to look at you with his golden eyes, waiting for you to finally answer him. You were thoughtful, your facial expressions let him know that you were thinking about something. It was something that was really dear to you.

"Maybe I just got carried away with my dreams." You smiled at the man and he felt a intense desire to see you again.

Time seemed to him so fleeting next to you. It was as if that moment flew past him at the speed of light, the thing that had the fastest speed in the Universe.

He wanted to become a black hole that warped space-time around itself, playing with time like a child building a sandcastle out of wet sand. He wanted time around him to freeze in those moments when you were next to him.

"I hope your dreams will definitely come true someday." To his surprise, the man felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment as he saw you nod with a sweet and kind smile on your lips.

"It's already dark." You said awkwardly, looking away, but Aether took your hint and didn't insist on staying with you for a while longer.

"Then let me take you to your home, Y/n." To his delight, you didn't mind and agreed.

You two had to make several subway changes to get to your house safely, but this time was quite fun for you, because the blond man didn't stop telling you interesting and funny stories about himself and his sister.

You were curious to see his sister, because Aether spoke of her with such love and pride, saying that she had inherited the family's business at such a young age. You told him stories about your brother, and Aether was pleasantly surprised by the fact that you had a sibling too.

You were nodding your head in admiration as you listened to another story when the two of you finally stopped at your house. You smiled awkwardly, letting the man know that your walk for today was over.

Even if all your thoughts were occupied with Childe and the realization of your feelings for him, you still sincerely enjoyed the walk with Aether and were glad to meet such an interesting and versatile person.

"Thank you for today." Your eyes sparkled with gratitude as Aether nodded to you with a smile. You noticed how his face takes on such an expression, as if he was thinking about something diligently.

"If I suddenly tell you that one meeting with you wasn't enough for me." said the blond, looking into your beautiful eyes with his golden eyes and making you slightly embarrassed. "Would you agree to meet with me again?" His clear eyes look at you, waiting for an answer.

You didn't really know what you were supposed to say to the man. Yes, you enjoyed his company and both of you had a good time together. But today you realized your romantic feelings for another man. Will it be right that you agree to another meeting with Aether? He was a nice person with whom you had a lot in common.

There's nothing wrong with ordinary friendship, right? Both of you were connected by love for art, poetry, literature, and it was very pleasant to have a friend who can share your hobbies with you. Aether has become your friend. And you were sure that you could stick to the friend status with him, so you decided that it would be a big omission to refuse his offer.

Your feelings for Childe were sincere, tender, quivering. You really loved him — now it was still embarrassing and unusual to think about it, because you only realized your love, but you were sure that in time it would be easier for you to think about it — you loved, and you were sure that you never betray this love.

Therefore, you were determined to answer Aether's proposal with your consent, "Yes, I wouldn't mind meeting you again."

When you gave a positive answer, it seemed to you that Aether's face began to glow even brighter because of his joyful smile. He reminded you of the sun with his blond hair and golden eyes, but now, when his lips were curved in a smile, it seemed to you as if he was illuminating the entire space around him, giving the sun's rays to the city at night.

"I would be honored to accompany you again at our next meeting." He nodded gratefully and happily. You had the feeling that he wanted to do something else when his eyes fell on your hand. But the man immediately took on a relaxed look again and smiled at you. "I hope you had a good time with me today."

You smiled shyly, "I hope you had fun with me too, Aether."

"See you then, Y/n." The man nodded slightly at you.

"Goodbye." You answered and disappeared behind the iron door of your house. You had enough things tonight that you needed to think over again.

It seemed to Childe that he was slowly and painfully losing his mind. This was repeated over and over again. And again. Like a vicious circle from which he had no way out. A rehearsal for the worst day that could ever exist for him.

The rehearsal for his wedding with Lumine took place at the Goth Grand Hotel, the most prestigious hotel in Snezhnaya. Despite the fact that the wedding was to take place only a few months later, work was already underway to decorate the premises. The ballroom was adorned with many colorful decorations, and beautiful flowers were everywhere, which were regularly watered by the staff, who made sure that the plants didn't wither.

Many beautiful ribbons adorned the walls of the hall, tables were covered with velvet fabric. And the red carpet led to the altar, which was on the other side of the ballroom, along which Tartaglia once again walked arm in arm with his bride Lumine.

All thoughts had long since evaporated from his head, it would seem that the ginger man wasn't here. There was only his body, which had to do what he didn't want at all. But his mind was now somewhere far, far away, in a saving place where you were waiting for him.

Childe noticed absolutely nothing. He didn't notice how the hotel staff and bridal salon workers ran around the hall, doing various preparations. Tartaglia didn't notice that with what a bored look Aether sat on an soft chair at one of the tables, not paying any attention to him at all. He didn't notice how happy the blond woman looked next to him, holding the ginger man by the arm with bated breath.

In Tartaglia's head there was only your image. In the moment when he rehearsed the moment of destruction of his life, the man saw only you.

Your beautiful face, which always smiled at him kindly, sometimes frowned and embarrassed, but it was so sweet and gentle, only for him alone. He saw your sweet smile, the way little wrinkles appeared under your eyes when you smiled.

The woman and the man continued to walk along the red carpet, despite the fuss that was going on around them. But each of them was immersed in their own world.

And if for a blonde woman it was one of the most long-awaited and best moments in her life, then for the ginger man it was hell in reality. Walking on the red carpet, he went through nine circles of hell, injuring and burning his feet.

Tartaglia felt your soft skin, remembering the moments when he was blessed to be able to touch you. The feeling of your beautiful soft skin on his hands was the most unforgettable, the little bumps in your skin only gave it a peculiarity, a peculiarity that is unique to you.

He remembered your laughter, how beautiful it sounded like little bells in his ears, creating the most beautiful melody he could ever hear. He remembered how sweet and gentle you were with his siblings.

Lumine and Childe stopped in front of a man, a priest, who stood decorously near the altar, holding a small book in his hands. He was silent, and Tartaglia was insanely happy about this, because he had neither the strength nor the desire to say anything, except for the words of the oath, which he had to utter for the sake of the rehearsal. The bride and groom turned to face each other.

Tartaglia looked into Lumine's face. She looked like she was the happiest woman in the world. He wondered what it would be like if he loved her too. Would he be happy now, rehearsing his wedding with her? Would he be happy knowing that he would live with her for the rest of his life?

He didn't love her, he knew it. The ginger man did this only out of a desire to help his family. He never expected that in this situation, another constant would appear that would make him doubt and look for another way to solve the problems his family faced. He never knew that you would appear in his life. But he could never regret it. After all, you were for him-

"I ask the bride and groom to pronounce their oaths." The priest's voice snapped Childe out of his thoughts, and the ginger man looked back at Lumine.

She was smiling, dressed in a beautiful snow-white dress with many diamonds, rhinestones and flowers. And even though today was only a wedding rehearsal, he could clearly see genuine happiness and love in her eyes, which he couldn't share with her.

He watched her lips, which spoke the words of an oath that didn't reach his ears, as if he was deep under water right now. In fact, he wouldn't mind if the hotel was flooded by a huge tsunami right now.

Childe looked at Lumine's lips and saw your lips on the day in the amusement park he wanted to kiss you madly. Standing in front of you in the rays of the setting sun, painting your face in the most magical colors, he wanted nothing more than to touch his lips to yours. And let the whole world burn to the ground, but he would never regret this kiss.

"I, Lumine, take you, Ajax, to be my husband." The blonde's words poured out of her mouth like a song her heart sang. But her song could never match your song. "I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad…"

The words floated past him like free fish in the sea, who had a choice in which direction to swim. Oh, how much he envied these fish, because he himself never had such a right.

What would have happened if he had kissed you that day? This question tormented him at a moment when his whole life was gradually sinking to the bottom, like a ship sunk in an icy ocean, which would never have the opportunity to rise to the surface of the water again.

"Your turn, my dear." The blonde said, smiling a little, but these words "my dear" seemed so unfamiliar if it wasn't spoken by your lips.

The ginger man was silent for a while longer, but when he realized that he could no longer do this, he couldn't say a word. It seemed to him that his voice had left him forever, his throat was dry, and that he would never be able to speak again. It wasn't really that scary considering the situation he was in.

Childe looked into the waiting golden eyes of the unloved woman with whom he would have to live the rest of his life, and with an insane pain in his heart began to speak the words of the oath. It was as if all the remaining oxygen had been taken out of his lungs.

"I, Ajax, take you, Y/n, to be my wife. I promise-"

Those words, beautiful to him, but terrible to her, fell from his lips. For a few moments, a ringing silence enveloped the ballroom, after which the bride's bouquet broke it, falling to the floor in front of her feet.

"Y/n?" Lumine asked, looking into his blue eyes.

The words escaped his lips with surprising ease, but he didn't say anything as the blonde pressed her lips into a thin line and turned around to run towards the exit of the ballroom. She didn't stop even when Aether's alarmed voice called her name. Tartaglia's mind told him that now he should feel guilty, but his heart couldn't feel it at all.

After all, now he really came to the realization of what had just happened. He just said an oath. For you. Even if he didn't finish saying those words, even if it wasn't your and his wedding. But that's what helped him understand.

In the place of his bride, he saw you.

Your name was said so easily, so rightly in this situation. It was as if there were no other names in the entire Universe but yours. It seemed to him that his tongue existed only to pronounce your name.

Childe realized that only next to you did he see his future. He wanted to see you smile every day, hear your laughter every day. Feel you in his arms, hug you and take your hugs in return. Kiss your lips and receive your kisses in return.

With each new thought of you, his heart beat faster in his chest, intending to break free and rush into your arms, into your tender and loving palms, in which you would cherish his heart with all your boundless love. Nothing else mattered when the realization came to him. Nothing else mattered but his love for you.

Nothing else mattered but you.

Standing at the altar where his future bride had just escaped from, he finally understood something important. Tartaglia realized that for him in this world there was no longer a single woman, except for you.

The woman he loves. The woman he wants to see next to him every day. The woman he wants to see in a wedding dress. You.

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[ikemen-daily-questions]

What is this blog?

The purpose of this blog is to post questions that prompt fans of the ikeseries games to reply with their thoughts. Questions will range from asking your opinions of how your favorites will react to certain scenarios, prompts to consider how your favorite character may feel about certain things (matching pjs, your first home together, his coffee order, etc) , or questions asking your favorite route/event/cg/etc about each game.

It's a fun way to share HCs you've been wanting to talk about, or thoughts about a certain route/cg/etc, or encourage you to consider certain aspects of your favorite that you may not have thought about before. I'm hoping that by posting these, it will help share some positivity and simple fun with others in the fandom.

This blog compiles all the 'daily questions' I came up with for my server, Bloody Simps. I've decided to now make the questions public, scheduled for once a day, so anyone in the cybird fandoms can reply.

Some questions may be NSFW, but it's usually a rare few. Due to this, they will be marked for mature audiences and I ask for minors to not interact with those questions (will block if this happens)

How do I respond to questions?

Reblog the question and write out your response to your heart's content! You can respond as yourself, or as/with your OC**!

Each question posts at 12PM EST, and you're free to respond to it any time after it's posted. I heavily recommend reblogging it, just due to the fact that replies have a character limit. That way you can gush as much as you want about your fave!

*Some questions are made with the player in mind, rather than OCs.

*The questions will ask 'you' for a response, but a lot can easily be taken as a chance for your OC to respond. As in, "what is your favorite letter from your suitor" can be easily turned into your OC sharing which route/event letter was their favorite, how it impacted them, etc, or honestly you can go wild and make up your own letter from the suitor and say its your OCs favorite. Just have fun!!

Can I submit some question suggestions?

Of course! I'll denote any submitted questions that are used with a ☆, and if the suggestion is made off anon, I will tag you in the post concerning it.

Please keep in mind that if the question seems rude towards any MC or character, is offensive in nature, or is too similar to questions already made, then it will not be added to the question pool. These questions may also be used for my server's daily questions as well.

I see that you're posting questions while using tags for X game, what about Y game?

You're free to share your thoughts on the question with any cybird suitor, though some questions may be game specific. I only play some of the ENG released games, and don't play the JP only games at the moment. Please feel free to respond with any ENG or JP cybird game/character, but if it pertains spoilers I would kindly ask you tag as such just for my sake,,,,

I see this is for cybird characters, but I also want to talk about a different character I like

Honestly, I can't control what you do! If the question fits, and you're wanting to discuss other blorbos, as long as its not hateful then I don't really care.

The reason this is centered on cybird games specifically is because questions will be directly geared with those in mind, such as qs about favorite events from the games or CGs/Routes, etc etc, so the differentiation is to lessen confusion for those stumbling onto this blog randomly.

I know Ocs are alright to respond with, but what about suitor/suitor ships or polyships?

If the questions applies (that is up for you to determine), then feel free! If the ship is incestuous in nature, and this is a recurring theme, I will not want to interact with your response and if its too triggering, I may block.

What do you do with the responses?

I read them! At the moment, I do not plan to reblog any responses to this blog, and instead encourage people to look at the notes to see what others have said. At the most, I may reblog them to my blog to share thoughts if I agree with you, but this is mainly just a question/prompt blog.

Who runs this blog?

At the moment, just @scummy-writes ! Since Krys is a mod for my server, and helps out with making questions for there as well, she's given me permission to use the questions she's came up with as well! These questions will be notated with a ♡. You can find her blogs at @krys-loves-otome and @not-krys!

I saw someone respond rather hatefully to a question...

If I notice that someone is consistently character bashing or being rude/offensive towards the questions, I'll likely end up blocking them for my own sanity. I would like this to be positive, even when the questions are asking what your least favorite route may be or similar, and easy discussion.

Disliking a character and explaining why calmly without being harmful towards those who enjoy the character is fine!

╰❧ Typos may occur, and sometimes I may repost a question not too long after it's been posted originally on accident! Please be patient with me, mistakes happen.

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[barris-ftw]

Character Analysis: Why Did Richard Ellis Get Married?

Firstly, please understand these are just my thoughts on the matter! If yours are different from mine I’m more than happy to see yours shared in replies or in a reblog, I love discussing Downton stuff :)

It’s true, that it’s surprising when we learn in the second movie that Richard’s gotten married, after first seeing him so besotted with Thomas. But what I think is important to remember is that Richard is a character like any other in Downton; he has many sides, many qualities, flaws etc., but of course due to his limited screen time we only get to see a very certain “Richard,” and not all of him.

The events of the movie are adrenaline fuelled and fast paced, enough for Richard to let himself feel he has a chance, with Thomas. But he is also a man who knows the dangers of being homosexual, as he advises Thomas to be more circumspect. After freeing Thomas from prison and then flirting with him in the night, he’s probably feeling more free than he has in a long time, so he lets himself hope.

In my imaginings, he leaves Downton and thinks… well that was stupid. He is besotted with Thomas, and he does want a chance with him - but after the whirlwind of meeting him, after returning to reality, he realises it’s impossible to hope. I can imagine Richard admonishing himself for letting Thomas hope, too.

I think a very important hint in the first movie is when Richard says, “We all have to do what we must to get by.” And yes, this could easily be interpreted as seeing men but being inconspicuous about it to stay hidden. But there are other ways to stay hidden - such as getting married. Considering we know so little about Richard’s character, I think it therefore could make sense for him to get married.

But I also enjoy thinking about and discussing the specifics - what exactly made him get married? Now, further considering Richard’s quickly decided attempt to continue what he’d started with Thomas, by promising they would meet again (when really, this is very difficult and I’m not sure he thought it all out much,) then he seems like the kind of man to make decisions on impulse. Perhaps there’s a rumour going around, perhaps he’s been careless if only for a moment, or perhaps he spent too much time enjoying a platonic relationship with a woman and now his friends are confused as to why they aren’t married. Any of this (and more), I think, is enough for him to make the decision to break things off with Thomas - not only to keep himself safe, but to keep Thomas safe too. After all we know he cares about Thomas’ safety, after taking risks to get him out of the police station, even when he barely knew the man… yes I also headcanon Richard as a bit of a hopeless romantic. Maybe not as much as Thomas, but he certainly has it in him. He’s just also a man who may have lived one too many experiences of close calls, danger, and perhaps heartbreak, that now he’s wary about relationships with men. As much as he wants them, he believes more in staying safe, now.

This is one of many reasons I love Barris; Thomas would be the one to give him confidence and courage to take the risks they would need to for love, and to stay together. In my mind it’s a lovely dynamic - even though Thomas is the more introverted of the two, more shy, Richard is the one who’s more afraid of what he is (Thomas has already lived through his own shameful experience of trying to change his sexuality, but we know that by now, he’s accepted it. “It isn’t what I want,” he said to Mrs Hughes about marriage, which she called him brave for. Thomas is brave, and I believe that’s a quality he has which he himself would never truly appreciate or believe, but he has it all the same.)

(Continuing from that, I just had to include this scene from S5 E6 because it’s one of my favourite Thomas and Baxter moments;)

Remember, this is more my own headcanon; my own way of explaining why Richard might make this decision. Please let me know your own thoughts, I’d love to read them.

Btw this is actually a comment I posted on a fanfiction which I’ve copied & pasted, and amended the bits that refer specifically to the fic. (The fic is Once_More_With_Feeling’s “Down Came The Rain”)

[bring-us-back-light]

you turned off reblogs so i couldnt reply, @socalgal

which is fine, if you dont want to continue the discussion, you dont need to reply. but i am entitled to responding. im not entitled to you reading it, feel free to ignore it!

i really respect and appreciate you listening and having this discussion, but i think theres still a miscommunication or misunderstanding.

one thing thats become apparent to me, is theres a conflation of underlying topics that i dont know how to segregate. because theyre super intertwined. one is pedophilia, which to persecute is thought crime. the other is pornographic content of not real kids (such as writing or drawings, but not photographs or videos of real kids). which my stance is that creation of is ethically neutral and non harmful and therefore shouldnt be disallowed. rather reading it can be harmful such as when someone with relevant trauma gets retraumatized, or can be harmful to send it to others such as in the case of grooming. but in none of these scenarios is the harmful act creating it or posting it, nor is the party causing harm the author (unless the author is also the person retraumatizing themselves, or the person grooming a kid). even if a fic isnt tagged properly and someone stumbled across it and reads without informed consent, the harmful action was not giving the proper warnings. not posting it in yhe first place.

im not sure what group the rest of your reply is about. proshippers and pedophiles are very different groups. obviously its a venn diagram just like marine biologist and submariner is, but they are still distinct groups.

children will always be able to access porn. i think this is smth people try to avoid acknowledging, but its true. and i dont honestly think its the end of the world? like whats important is that kids (and anyone tbh) have support when they get ahold of things that made them uncomfortable and can get help processing stuff when needed. and that, separately, kids are given good educations about consent, sex ed, what interaction with other people is appropriate, and have safe trusted adults they can go to with questions or to seek advice if someone or something seems unsafe. kids are going to experiment with eachother. kids are going to look up and watch porn. kids may even look up tabboo porn. so long as they know that adults doing things to or with them is inappropriate and to get help, and they get support for processing anything they find troubling, they will be fine and not harmed by access to this stuff.

'suffering with pedophilic tendencies' not sure exactly what this means. pedophilia, once again, is attraction. not a behavior. tendencies, to me, obscures that distinction. but regardless they can literally just write their own. them being able to find it is not the authors problem. it is theirs for looking it up if it is harmful to them. grooming kids is the problem. not posting the fic or drawings. people will make their own content or groom kids without the use of fic or drawings.

we dont need to facilitate safe spaces, because people have that already in their room. people dont need access to clean needles or clean porn or controlled amounts to avoid overdosing, or stds, or poisoning. there is none of that involved in consuming porn. if there is a real human cost to jeffrey posting a pedophilic porn fic properly tagged, and janice jacking off to it in her room, please elaborate it to me. im open to being wrong. but you cant use slippery slope (consuming it is a gateway to causing harm) without substantiating evidence (which ive looked for so hard. please if you are aware of this please share it with me. i do not want people harmed and imo this is one of if not the main foundation of why i think my stance holds water). or false cause (someone using a posted fic to groom a kid. that did not happen because someone posted the fic it happened becuaee someone groomed the kid),

sorry that got really messy, rewording without parentheticals: i am open to being proven wrong or convinced otherwise that the act of creating porn featuring underaged character(s) and posting it with proper content warnings is ethically neutral and non harmful. But you have to prove that it is inherently harmful, so you cant depend on logical fallacies commonly used in this discussion like false cause or slippery slope.

also 'whatever nomenclature' youre referring to two different groups of people. so cant specify which you mean, but ive defined pedophile plenty of times.

and in response to your final paragraph: people do things all the time that should not be forced on others. vanilla adult porn shouldnt be posted on billboards. consenting adults shouldnt fuck on the subway (unless i suppose everyone in the car is consenting and you finish before the next stop i guess???). these are things that have the potential to be harmful, but are not in and of themselves. just like pedophilic porn.

[raayllum]

TDP and Tarot

So back in like 2016 I did a surface deep dive into the main arcana of Tarot because I was building a fantasy version of Chess and also wanted to take some Tarot associations. Then around S2 of TDP I realized that there were certain elements and inspirations the show seemed to be taking from Tarot, ones that I knew for sure and ones that were fuzzier. Upon taking another at Tarot, a series of cards and choices amid associations, this weekend, I realized there were far more similarities than I’d caught at first glance.

Quick disclaimer: As previously stated, this is surface level research mostly based off citations amongst Wikipedia’s collection. I also mostly focused on the major arcana suite and not as much for the wands, cups, swords, etc. I could miss something or get something very wrong. Please free to chime with your own thoughts, speculations regarding TDP and Tarot in the reblogs, replies, my inbox, etc. 

Also, not a 1:1 sum. Not every Tarot card matches, some could apply to more than one character, etc etc. This is just a collection of thoughts and similarities I found personally interesting.

With that out of the way, let’s get into it.

TDP’s Themes and Tarot

So the clearest similarities between Tarot and TDP are found in the two’s shared thematic associations and some of TDP’s worldbuilding. We can see this clearly in the card of The Tower, which is the card of calamity, and sometimes also seen as “a lightning struck tower.”

The Tower is commonly interpreted as meaning danger, crisis, destruction, and liberation. It is associated with sudden unforeseen change. Given that 1x01 is called “Echoes of Thunder,” the storm motif is strong. Add that to the King being felled in a tower, and it’s a decently apt comparison (in symbolism and literalism, if nothing else). It’s also largely our heroes’ secondary catalyst since they must take up the quest themselves, after finding the egg itself. It’s worth noting that Callum’s journey into the storm in 2x04 and even the Storm Spire can hold similar motifs (monarchy, change, destruction) largely at the risks Callum and co. are taking at each location. 

Death in Tarot is a more varied card, visually, with the one consistency being the skeleton. Sometimes atop a horse (reminiscent of Death as one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse) and sometimes with the scythe we tend to associate with the Grim Reaper. However, Death in Tarot is not a negative card at all. Rather, it’s a signifier that a great change or transformation is on the way, appealing to symbolic and metaphorical death -> rebirth over any literal idea of death.

We can see this in the series by the way Harrow believes his death will be a new chance for his sons to make a difference, Callum’s dark magic dreams that help lead him to the Sky arcanum, Rayla’s three coined parents, and particularly in the character of Viren in just about everything about him. Death and near-death experiences often force people to re-evaluate and reconcile with the choices they’ve made in their lives, both in real life and in the realm of fiction. This is one of the reasons why I’m more and more sure Viren will have a sort of atonement arc starting in season four and why I haven’t let go of the “Harrow’s soul in Pip” theory just yet.

The Moon is perhaps the card that has the most similarities to TDP with how the show develops, frames, and discusses the Moon arcanum, and why I feel decently confident saying Tarot must’ve been in the back of the writing team’s minds at least a little while crafting the story. The Moon is a card of illusion and deception, and therefore often suggests a time when something is not as it appears to be. Perhaps a misunderstanding on your part, or a truth you cannot admit to yourself. This, plus Plato’s understanding of reality, is basically where we get Lujanne’s speech from in 2x01. The card also furthers the theme of duality and lingering concepts of madness, with the dog and wolf on either side of the card representing a dual ‘tamed and wild’ nature inside all of us (citation).

Additionally, the Moon card also has keywords that heavily relate to themes we see running through Moon arcanum characters, such as illusion, fear, anxiety, subconscious, intuition, deception, difficult period, Hidden things, insecurity, and mental confusion. 

Now for the lengthier more speculative portion:

TDP’s Characters and Tarot

When it came to assigning characters to the different Tarot figures. Harrow and Sarai, with their parental and royalty statuses, were easy fixes for the Emperor (masculinity, fatherhood, kingliness) and Empress (motherhood, femininity, stability) cards respectively. There were other characters like Opeli, who could fit possibly the High Priestess or the Hierophant cards, although the latter and the card labelled Justice could easily go to actual Lady Justice in show as well. The Cycle could be the Wheel of Fortune and perhaps even Rayla partially symbolized by the Two of Swords (“indecision, duality, am impasse,” crescent moon in depictions, needing to trust her own intuition). 

I understandably settled on Lujanne as The Hermit (“a phase of introspection where you are drawing your attention inwards and looking for answers within. You are in need of a period of inner reflection, away from the current demands of your position; solitude, soul searching, etc”) and Soren as the Chariot (“about overcoming conflicts and moving forward in a positive direction. One needs to keep going on and through sheer hard work and commitment he will be victorious; positive associations are confidence, drive, ambition; negative associations are self-doubt, lack of direction”). I considered the Strength card at first for Rayla (or Janai and Amaya), but eventually settled on Claudia due to its imagery and associations: 

“Strength predicts the triumphant conclusion to a major life problem, situation or temptation through strength of character. It is a very happy card if you are fighting illness or recovering from injury. 

Upright card: Confidence, Enjoying power, Inner strength, Potency, Self-belief, Virility, Vitality

Reversed card (keywords): Hedonism, Lack of self-control, Lacking courage, Self-doubt, Vanity”

There were also cards that didn’t seem a perfect fit for anyone or worldbuilding aspect, such as the Sun and The World cards. 

However, I want to talk about the three cards I think fit best and yield the most interesting results / implications, which is to say:

Callum and Viren as The Fool

“Depiction: The Fool is usually depicted as a beggar or a vagabond, he wears ragged clothes & stockings without shoes, and carries a stick on his back.

Meaning: The Fool represents new beginnings, having faith in the future, being inexperienced, not knowing what to expect, having beginner's luck, improvisation and believing in the universe.

Upright card: Beginnings, Innocence, Leap of faith, Originality, Spontaneity

Reversed card: Chaos, Folly, Lack of direction, Naivety, Poor judgement, Stupidity”

Not only does Viren’s S4 look slightly resemble a downtrodden vagabond, the Fool is generally defined by his possibility to evolve into the Magician, a shared arc both Viren and Callum have in the first three seasons. Where Callum is the upright version of the Fool, Viren carries the reverse (or negative) connotations, with poor judgement and a long trail of bad decisions. 

“The Fool is numbered 0 – the number of unlimited potential – and so does not have a specific place in the sequence of the Tarot cards. The Fool can be placed either at the beginning of the Major Arcana or at the end. The Major Arcana is often considered The Fool’s journey through life and as such, he is ever present and therefore needs no number” (citation) with the Reverse Fool meaning that you are taking too many risks, not thinking things through, with possible consequence of hurting you and others, or having your naivety and goals taken advantage of. 

Runaan as the Hanged Man

Although perhaps a more positive card than Runaan’s imprisonment would earn, the perspective of the Hanged Man is one of “of ultimate surrender, of being suspended in time and of martyrdom and sacrifice to the greater good” which fits Runaan’s imprisonment in the coin to a T, literally imprisoned in time because he was unwilling or unable to consider any paths forward than the one he was on. Positive word associations are what Runaan needs to do, in “Breaking old patterns, Circumspection, Letting go, Metamorphosis, Suspension” (citation) with the Reverse word associations being what Runaan chose to do, with his (slight) “Egotism, Inability to change,” and “Missing an opportunity.” 

Aaravos as the Magician 

As previously stated, this card is a key part of the Fool’s possible journey, which given Viren’s path in Arc 1, and Callum’s likely dynamic with Aaravos being explored in S4, continues to check out in more ways than one.

Meaning: When the Magician appears in a spread, it points to the talents, capabilities and resources at the querent's disposal to succeed. The message is to tap into one's full potential rather than holding back, especially when there is a need to transform something.

Upright card (keywords): Determined, Dexterity, Resourceful, Skilled, Strong powerful man (citation) / Manifestation, resourcefulness, power, inspired action (citation) 

Reversed card (keywords): Communication blocks, Confusion, Deceit, Ill intentions, Lack of energy / Manipulation, poor planning, untapped talents

This is probably one of the strongest Tarot associations, since it is so straightforward, and we’ve seen it also somewhat be integrated into mainstream understandings and archetypes of power, magic, and wizardry: 

“The Magician card is numbered One – the number of new beginnings and opportunities – and associates with the planet of Mercury. He stands with one arm stretched upwards towards the Universe, and the other pointing down to the earth. His positioning represents his connection between the spiritual realms and the material realms. The Magician uses this relationship to create and manifest his goals in the physical realm. He is the conduit that converts energy into matter [...] On the table in front of him are the four symbols of the Tarot suits, a sign that he has all the tools (and elements) he needs to manifest his intentions into being. Above his head is the infinity symbol, and around his waist is a snake biting its own tail (ouroboros) – both of which signal that he has access to unlimited potential” (citation).

So, now that we’ve established where the Tarot and its TDP parallels currently are, I want to also take a look at where it could be going (and anyone who’s scrolled through my theories post can probably guess) in the future. Again, could mean nothing, but I think the parallels are cool and interesting, so without further ado: 

TDP, Tarot, and S4 Speculation

Callum and Rayla as The Lovers

So realizing how well Callum and Rayla fit, and could fit, the Lovers card is what sent me on this research spiral to begin with. At first, it was to see if there was a card that could suit one or both of them better, and to double check my own understanding.

Depiction: A man and woman stand in possibly the Garden of Eden, with "The Tree of Life" behind the man and "The Tree of Knowledge" behind the woman. Meaning: The Lovers represent relationships and choices. Its appearance in a spread indicates some decision about an existing relationship, a temptation of the heart, or a choice of potential partners. Often an aspect of the querent's life will have to be sacrificed. Whatever the choice, it should not be made lightly, as the ramifications will be lasting. Upright card (keywords): Being at a crossroads, Choices, Commitment, Falling in love, Partnerships Reversed card (keywords): Broken relationship, Infidelity, Relationship issues, Separation

Given that Callum and Rayla’s relationship is significant enough to the show, you can recommend it on the basis of romance, I feel pretty confident saying they have the criteria. I also thought it was interesting, given the Life Giver and Death seeker dichotomy that TDP often has that the man is accordingly associated with the Tree of Life and the woman with the Tree of Knowledge (and devil subsequently). 

The woman also looks up at the angel (who is sometimes also given Death associations). It is worth noting that in one of the most famous depictions of Genesis, John Milton’s Paradise Lost (which I’ve talked about before and will touch on again in just a second) has Adam being aware that Eve has fallen, but he eats the apple solely because whatever happens, he wants them to be together. Most notably, this shift is from the infamous Rider–Waite deck with the card’s inclusion of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil / the serpent is meant to invoke the symbolism of no return from making bad decisions, and the consequences of innocence lost, and intended to be more widely understood from this imagery (citation).

But how does this relate to speculation and S4? Well...

Aaravos as the Devil 

Depiction: The Devil card depicts the devil as the ancient goat-god Dionysius, shown sitting in his throne while watching over a male and female captive.

Meaning: It represents being seduced by the material world and physical pleasures. Also living in fear, domination, and bondage, being caged by an overabundance of luxury, discretion should be used in personal and business matters.

Upright card (keywords): Bondage, Enslavement, Fear, Feeling trapped, Materialism, Temptation, Unhealthy relationships

Reversed card (keywords): Breaking from addictions, Divorce, Freedom from restraints

“The Devil card shows Baphomet, or the Horned Goat of Mendes, a creature that is half man, half goat. Baphomet originally represented the balance between good and evil, male and female, and human and animal; however, more recently, this figure has been linked to the occult and has become a scapegoat for all things considered ‘evil’.The Devil has the wings of a vampire bat, an animal that sucks the lifeblood out of its prey, symbolic of what happens when you give in to your raw desires. He has a hypnotic stare which ‘magnetizes’ and entrances those who come near him, bringing them under his power. Above him is an inverted pentagram – a sign of the darker side of magic and occultism” (citation).

I’ve talked before about Rayla’s bindings as a metaphorical (and later) literal chain, and how the lines around Callum’s wrists in his S4 outfit also evoke chain symbolism. I also don’t think it’s an accident that the one dark magic spell we’ve seen Callum do is one that breaks chains (whereas Claudia creates them) and that he’s been routinely associated with freedom, with Rayla taking Eve’s place as the one who Falls first as she charges (unknowingly) right at Aaravos, while Callum will be the one battling more literal temptation. This is particularly apt as Aaravos has been compared to Lucifer (Satan / the Devil) and Prometheus, who also had a hand in crafting mankind and the first Lovers in Grecian mythos. 

“The Devil card represents your shadow (or darker) side and the negative forces that constrain you and hold you back from being the best version of yourself. You may be at the effect of negative habits, dependencies, behaviors, thought patterns, relationships, and addictions [...] The Devil card often appears when you have been tricked into thinking you have no control over your shadow self or these negative forces, and that you can never break free from their hold” with the Devil reversed being “can often appear when you are on the verge of a break-through or an up-levelling. You are being called to your highest potential, but first, you must let go of any unhealthy attachments or limiting beliefs that may hold you back [...] The Devil Reversed calls on you to confront your inner fears and anxieties to free yourself from the chains that bind you to your limiting beliefs and unhealthy attachments” which is exactly the arc Rayla needs to have in S4 as well.

Basically this is a long winded way of saying that my little Cube Hostage Exchange Theory, in which Rayla is captured and Callum trades the Key of Aaravos for her life, has merit in being attached to Tarot inspirations and associations that TDP has already heavily drawn from. The Magician and The Lovers are both cards interrelated to choice above all else, with the Devil clearly having ties to both as well. It is also worth noting that both Callum and Rayla arguably have more parallels to Aaravos than any other character in the show at this time (Callum-Aaravos tag here, Rayla-Aaravos tag here), mirroring the way the Lovers in the Devil’s card are becoming more like him and making ‘bad decisions.’

Make of all of this as you will.

Conclusion

I hope you enjoyed my meagre-ish deep-dive in Tarot, possibly learned something new, or discovered other possibilities of your own. Did I miss or overlook something? Could a cup or sword or wand card fit another character perfectly? Let me know in the reblogs, replies, etc., thank you for making it this far, and thank you for reading!

—Dragons out!

[startanewdream]

Omg, thank you for reblogging the kisses prompt list!

I am a sucker for fluffy / angst with happy ending Hinny, so maybe you could do the second one or the seventh one? Even if not, that’s totally fine :) Thank you in advance, love you writing!

Hiiii, Anon!

That list has so many potential moments for Hinny that I was truly happy with your choices. I went with #2, I hope you enjoy this little missing moment between Ginny and Harry! ❤

lover has fallen asleep and the character places a lil cute kiss on their forehead

‘Hermione is glaring at us’, Ginny mumbled. He turned to Hermione; she and Ron were playing chess in one of the tables on the other side of the Common Room, but now and then Hermione would in fact throw a disapproving look to where Harry and Ginny were.

Ginny was right, but Harry didn’t see how she could know; from her position on the floor, she shouldn’t be able to see Hermione.

‘How do you know?’

‘Because you are distracting me’, Ginny replied easily, glancing back at him, a smile on her lips.

‘Am I?’, Harry asked, surprised. He really didn’t mean to.

Ginny had told him she needed to study after dinner, a dismayed expression on her face, and Harry hadn’t complained; he remembered how stressful OWLs were. So while she gathered her books for a study session with her friends, the three girls sitting together in front of the fireplace in the Common Room to share and discuss their notes, Harry had sat closer in one of the couches, doing his own homework.

After a while, Ginny had leaned against his legs and while he was double checking every dot on his essay so Snape wouldn’t complain, he had started letting his fingers comb Ginny’s hair softly, a distracted tender caress he didn’t even think she had noticed.

‘You are making me shiver’, she assured him, tossing her hair around to show him the back of her neck. Sure enough, he could see the goosebumps on her skin.

He felt a sudden delight flooding him for knowing he could make her shudder with something as small as just touching her hair. 

‘Oh, stop it’, she told him, without any real reprehension in her voice. She sounded more amused than anything. ‘Smugness doesn’t suit you, Harry’.

‘I’m not smug’, he said, though he wasn’t sure if it was true. He was feeling rather satisfied with himself. ‘I just like to see the effect I have on you’.

‘You’ve made me shiver before’, she remembered him quietly so others couldn’t hear, winking at him. Harry flushed; in the last weeks together he could pick a lot of memories in which she had shivered, in fact, but it was different.

In those moments he was actually trying to give her back some of the reactions she made him feel, though he couldn’t believe it would ever be enough. The feelings Ginny gave him, both physical and that ethereal happiness that he didn’t believe it was possible before they had kissed for the first time, seemed beyond his powers to return, but no one could accuse Harry of not trying.

And yet at the moment, while they were only sitting close in the Common Room, Harry could swear he was only trying to be nice and not disturb her studies.

‘Sorry’, he said, taking back his hand. Ginny blinked.

‘You weren’t doing anything wrong’, she assured him. ‘It’s my fault for being easily distracted by you’.

‘I don’t see it as a fault’, he assured her. There was a grin on Ginny’s lips that he wished he could kiss until he was grinning too; perhaps his deire became too obvious, because her grin turned into a knowing smirk.

‘Later’, she promised him. ‘How about I finish this chapter and then we can… get a little distraction?’ 

Harry hesitated a little. There had been a lot of distractions lately - his favourite so far had been between his Charms class and her History of Magic class, in that empty room on the second floor -, but he really didn’t want to disarrange her revisions schedule.

Ginny seemed to read his mind, because she shook her head. ‘You are too noble sometimes, did you know that?’, she asked, not seeming to really want an answer. She raised from her spot on the floor to sit next to him. ‘Go on, lay your head on my lap, let’s change positions’.

Harry looked at her, confused.

‘Lay on the couch, Harry’, she asked.

He felt a little self-conscious, but the Common Room was almost empty. Ginny’s friends were still on the floor, but no one batted an eye as he lay on the couch, placing his head over her thigh. 

Ginny picked up her book with her right hand, while her free hand ran through his hair softly.

‘Do you want your book?’, she asked him, distracted. 

‘Yeah, sure’, Harry said, though he didn’t really remember what he had been reading about.

Ginny gave the book Harry had been studying before. He tried to concentrate, but there was something very soothing in the way Ginny’s fingers were combing his hair; it was very different from the way she sometimes grabbed his hair while they were snogging and yet it was good too. He wished she’d never stop doing it. He wished she’d done it sooner.

His eyelids felt so heavy; the Common Room was quiet so late in the night, the crackle of the fire almost in sync with the movement of Ginny’s hand, and Harry closed his eyes almost against his wish.

Just for a few minutes, he told himself without much conviction. Ginny’s hand had paused now over his hair and he thought he heard her opening her backpack. Perhaps he should move, he should stop bothering her - but it was so comforting there, feeling the heat of the fire, leaning against her thigh; her hand restarted that caress and he thought he had never felt so in peace before.

This is how it feels to be normal, a part of him thought dreamily. It’s like someone else’s life…

And then he felt Ginny’s lips touching his forehead, not exactly where his scar - his very uncommon cursed scar - was, a tender brush of her lips before she resumed her position.

Like her soft caress on his hair, this kiss was nothing like the other moments they had shared (lips moving happily and furiously against each other, or those goodnight kisses that left him wanting for more, or that lingering kisses before they departed for different classes in the morning), and yet his heart beat faster and he could feel that thing only Ginny caused him - an everlasting happiness, a chocolate bar after facing a dementor, a brightness stronger than any Patronus he had ever cast.

She cared for him, she liked him, and that was evident on that forehead kiss as much as in any snogging session they had shared so far.

He was falling so deep for her. Perhaps he should say something, though he didn’t know how he could ever start to show her what he felt for her.

It seemed too important. It scared him how much Ginny made him feel because that kind of feeling was for common uncursed boys.

Perhaps I can pretend I’m normal just for a moment, Harry told himself, and he let that thought overcome any other concern for the moment, allowing Ginny’s soft caress on his hair take him to a peaceful sleep.

[justaborednbiguess]

Thoughts on NSFW and SFW vore divide:

This is sort of a reply to a user who was talking about the hostility towards NSFW vore blogs and how it can get out of and. I agree with their thoughts on this but I wanted to add a bit of my own as well. I am making a separate post because while my blog doesn’t have anything NSFW on it now- I’m pretty neutral when it comes to it and I want to respect their boundaries.

And that is precisely what I wanted to talk about. I’m a huge lurker of the community here and I trained myself to just not interact with posts here because I don’t know/know that they possibly want nothing to do with me (the don’t know is for things that I find interesting but I don’t check their blog directly. I like to scroll through tumblr to try to relax after a hard day. Checking every blog I run into directly like that while I scroll a tag like I’m doing a research paper doesn’t de-stress me so I just assume they are anti-nsfw to be safe. And I’m right 98% of the time anyway.). And it’s fine. It’s good to respect boundaries! But I personally feel really isolated in this divide. I’m ace aro myself but I’m not sex repulsed when it comes to fiction (irl I am though). And I feel I can’t really interact with one side of the community without getting black listed essentially by the other. I feel bad when I see creators who are wondering where the interaction is, who would love to get more asks or reblogs; That is how tumblr flows after all, and I’m just terrified to do anything because I’m so worried about accidentally hurting someone.

I just don’t want anyone to get hurt. I want everyone who wants to participate in this community to feel safe, accepted, and respected. So I’m going to keep doing what I’m doing. It seems like it’s been the safest way to do things in regards to others. But I just wanted to share my thoughts a bit on this. Since I’m avoiding to replying to any discussion on this on others posts who may have thought of the subject before me, it has been a lingering thought for me for ages now and I think I should finally get it off my chest. If you want to add your thoughts feel free do to so. I’m neutral so nsfw and sfw can interact with this post. I just ask that while I do want to hear your thoughts on this to please be careful. Don’t go to the blog of the reblog or reply if you don’t know if they are sfw or not just to be safe and avoid accidental upsets. I want to leave this open for all blogs in this particular case (it would be ironic if I didn’t after all). I might make a follow up post about everyone’s thoughts later.

[mandoalorian]

I Believe In Love [Max Lord x F!Reader] - Epilogue

Summary: When you find your calling to leave Themyscira, you venture out to the World of Man with intentions of helping and healing a very specific person’s relationship with his son. You’ve heard his voice before, but only in dreams. You’ve felt his pain and anguish and you’ve never been able to relate to anything more. But things don’t come easy for you, and they certainly don’t come easy for him either. [This series contains spoilers for WW84 and is my interpretation of what happens after the movie ends].

Warnings: the long awaited epilogue. food mention, alcohol mention, pregnancy mention and FEELS.

Word Count: 2000>

REBLOGS APPRECIATED.

Masterlist

Previous - Epilogue - The End.

July 7th, 1985 (One year later).

So much had happened in the space of a year. You’d gone from being an Amazonian Goddess, haunted by the voice of a man from a far off world, to destroying the God of Lies for good, and discovering the beauty in true love. You still kept the crumpled up polaroid of Alistair and Maxwell that you’d taken back when he invited you into his home, last July. It had proven to be a better good luck charm than your tiara or lasso; and it served as a constant reminder of home.

Because home wasn’t Themyscira anymore. It was wherever Maxwell and Alistair were.

“And over here we have a vast collection of quartz! It’s usually mined in Brazil, and it’s the second most common crystal in the world.” Maxwell explains, using the most outlandish hand gestures everytime he speaks. He always spoke with his hands; even when he was on the television. You guessed that some things just didn’t change.

You watch him from afar, unable to contain the smile on your lips. His eyes sparkled and gleamed like diamonds as he gave facts about each of the gemstones he presented.

Black Gold had become an extension of the Smithsonian’s paleontology and gemology department, just like you had planned with Diana. When she had sorted it all out, and you broke the news to Maxwell, he was overjoyed. He hadn’t lost the business he’d worked so hard on, it had only been replaced by something even greater. And he couldn’t have done it without you. He’d spent so much of his life searching for happiness— looking in all the wrong places.

Through meeting you and gaining full custody of his son, he learned that success wasn’t money or wealth or having a solid career. For him, success was family. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

His eyes caught you standing in a shadowed corner. Alistair was holding your hand, and in your free arm, you were cradling your three month old daughter. He knew now, he’d finally found his happiness. He smiled over at his little family and you shot him a kissy face, giggling when you noticed the rose coloured flush that crossed his cheeks.

You and your little family waited for Maxwell to finish his tour guide of the museum, admiring his work ethic. You were so grateful that he was able to adopt his superb salesman skills and apply them to a profession he was truly passionate about. He’d always loved rocks and gems and stones, even having his own collection at home. But this… this was infinitely better than drilling oil and accidentally scamming millions across the globe. Maxwell was putting genuine smiles on people’s faces, kids too, and that in itself was a beautiful thing.

Once the tour group disbanded, Maxwell was quick to run over to you. He took your daughter from your arms and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I missed you,” you smiled, watching as Maxwell fussed over his daughter. “How was work?”

Maxwell’s dark eyes met yours and he beamed with delight. “Oh it was fantastic,” He grinned before excitedly telling you all the details about his day at work. He knelt down to Alistair’s level and ruffled his son’s black hair. “Did you enjoy visiting the aquarium with mommy?” he asked.

“It was amazing!” Alistair squealed, sharing the same excitement as his father. It was unbelievable how much Alistair was growing to be a Mini-Max.

Maxwell checked his wrist watch and gasped when he saw the time. He called Raquel over, who had agreed to watch the kids this evening while you and him had ‘date night’. It was a rarity for sure, and neither you or Max liked to be without your children, but tonight was extra important. It signified exactly one year since you entered Maxwell’s life and changed his world forever.

Once it was just you two, Max couldn’t keep his hands off you. “You look beautiful.” he grumbled, pressing kisses along your jaw and down the column of your neck. His large hands roamed your body, paying extra attention to your breasts. Clearly, he didn’t care if anyone was looking. You giggled and slipped out beneath him.

“Save something for tonight.” You laughed, rolling your eyes and taking his hand.

Tonight.

You had no idea what was to come.

“I’m sorry it’s not Greece,” Maxwell chuckled, reminiscing on your first holiday together (if he could even call it that). It was quite an unconventional one— as he’d never expected to go cave exploring with two Amazonian Godesses’ and kill a God. You laughed, rolling your eyes.

“It feels like yesterday,” you admitted. “Leaving Themyscira… giving up my powers. I can’t believe it’s been a year.”

Maxwell nodded knowingly. “Tell me, princess, if you could go back and change things, would you?”

You’d thought about the question numerous times. You did miss your mother, and the beautiful tranquil oceans of your home world. But if you could change things— would you? The answer was simple.

“No.” you beamed brightly, pressing your lips together.

“Good.” said Maxwell. He gestured a waiter over and ordered a bottle of the finest champagne.

Things had been a little rough for Maxwell, after the dreamstone debacle and all. Inevitably he had to sell his white suburban mansion, as he didn’t really have the steadiest of incomes rolling in. But in a way, he was relieved. He didn’t need all that space anyway, and actually he’d really come to like the much cozier apartment where you, him and Alistair were living now. But with a little one on the way, you had both been discussing the prospect of finding a place with an extra bedroom.

He was happy with his job at the Smithsonian. He was passionate about it too, which was the main thing. He was still a businessman , but a much nicer one. After all, the oil-mogul Max Lord was long gone, and had been replaced by a darker haired, sweater-wearing Maxwell Lorenzano. You had no complaints.

“Here’s the thing,” Maxwell announced, straightening his composure after you’d both finished dinner. “And there’s really no easy way to say this—“

You giggled, scrunching your nose up with curiosity. “Spit it out Maxie.”

“I’m in love with you,” Max revealed, brushing his thumb over your knuckles tenderly.

You nudged him playfully. “I know that, silly,” you laughed. “I’m in love with you too. But tell me, what’s really on your mind.”

Maxwell stiffened slightly. It was now or never.

“You have shown me so much kindness, and you’ve shown me hope when I didn’t believe things could get any better. You made sacrifices for me… for my family. Gave up your powers and the chance to see your own mom again. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to make your decision worthwhile but I’ve known for a long time now that— I at least want to try. I don’t ever want to stop loving you. I want to be with you… forever. For the rest of my life. An eternity. Because you make me happier than I ever thought I could be,”

Tears pricked your eyes at Maxwell’s sentiment, your heart clenching with adoration in your chest.

“And with our family growing, and the possibility of getting a new house, I just… I want to know. I want to know if you’ll be my wife and— if you’ll marry me?” he finished, a hopeful glint in his chocolate brown eyes.

You couldn’t rid yourself of the smile that crossed your cheeks. “Yes Max,” you cried, leaning over the table and wrapping your arms around your fiancée. “Yes I will marry you.”

—————The end.

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[erensangel444]

wedding bells

eren jaeger x reader x mikasa ackerman 

modern!au

this shit.... is a dream come true! 

this fic is eren + mikasa x fem!reader, if you guys would want to see some gender neutral fics just let me know in my asks inbox! i’m open to any suggestions, if you want a fic that’s specifically tailored to you whether that be race-wise, gender-wise, any disabilities, etc,. just let me know!

likes/reblogs/comments are always appreciated:D

this fic has been proofread but if i missed something just let me know!

a/n: i saw someone(who is a wedding planner) describe an instance similar to this, on reddit, and i just had to write it.

i don’t care what anyone says, eremika is my otp. on the flip side, jean’s feelings for mikasa are so cute and it makes my heart do flips. 

warnings: language(most of my fics do contain language), smut; degrading, threesome, unprotected sex w/ creampie, voyeurism, cuckolding in a way?? but not really cause the reader fucks both of em so 🤨, oral(male and fem!receiving), permission needed to orgasm, slapping(slightest bit, not a huge portion of the smut)

word count: 5.3k

summary: wedding planning is a chaotic affair. some couples were very demanding, leaving no room for friendliness, the professionalism somewhat overbearing. with this couple though, there’s room to get friendly. 

your legs were propped up on your desk, the eraser end of a pencil in between your teeth. your eyes were trained on your computer screen, analyzing the june month of your calendar. a knock on your door interrupted your train of thought, your legs falling back to the floor at the sound. “mrs. y/l/n, it’s your 2 o’clock appointment,” your assistant’s voice sounding from behind the door.

“come in,” you replied, your voice accompanied by a soft lilt. your door swung open, your assistant standing beside a couple, a beautiful one at that. if you had lacked any sense of professionalism, drool might have dribbled out of the side of your mouth. 

“have a seat,” you gestured towards the chairs on the opposite side of your desk, “thank you marylin,” you smiled at your assistant, turning your attention back to the couple in front of you. 

now that they sat in front of you, you had a clearer look at their appearance. you noticed the way their hands were latched together, the image making you smile. “nice to meet you, i’m y/n, which you already knew i guess,” you laughed, the man and woman in front of you joining in.

already the room had an aura of comfort. they had told you their names, eren and mikasa, mikasa’s last name soon to be jaeger. eventually, the conversation had shifted into small talk as you nodded at the words falling from mikasa’s lips, a sign that you were listening intently. 

you had asked how they met, a common question you asked to most of the couples who became your clients, but with them, you were actually interested in their answer. “a pastry shop,” eren smiled, turning to mikasa. “the owner, levi, is actually attending our wedding as the matchmaker, he convinced me to make a move,” he finished. 

you couldn’t help but smile at the story, and smile at the couple in front of you. you could feel the happiness radiating off of them, their happiness rubbing off on you.

“do you guys have a theme that you’re thinking for the ceremony?”

the sun had slowly began it’s descent, the evening sun shining through the window behind you. discussion about the wedding had come to an end about an hour ago, the preliminary details sorted out. the professional conversation had died down, there was no reason for the appointment to continue, yet, a part of you didn’t want the couple to leave, and it didn’t seem like they were eager to go either. 

mikasa’s laughter sounded throughout the room as you recalled a bridezilla that you had dealt with a couple of years ago. eren smiled at the sound of mikasa’s laughter, turning towards you, the smile remaining. “so, i’m scheduling another appointment for january, we’ll discuss invitation cards, catering, and we can look at venues if you don’t already have an idea for where you want the wedding to take place,” you smiled softly. 

“thank you so much,” eren said, standing up and holding his hand out for you to shake. you stood from your chair also, shaking eren’s hand, walking towards the door. you held the door open for the couple, the subtle smile yet to leave your face.

“thank you again,” mikasa smiled at you. you felt your cheeks heat up at her appreciation. “of course, anytime, feel free to call if you need anything,” you said, waving at the couple as they walked down the hall. you were excited for this wedding, more so than any other one that you had planned. 

fuck, you need a cold shower. 

the meeting in january had happened a month ago. you had customized a design for the invitation based on mikasa and eren’s descriptions. they loved it, so the invitations were sent in the mail, the wedding set for the month of june. 

like the previous one, the appointment had run over, spending an hour talking to the couple, laughter sounding throughout the room. now, a month later, you were rushing to a bridal store, a to-go coffee cup in your hand as you walked quickly.

mikasa had invited you to dress shopping, a couple of her bridesmaids tailing along as well. you opened the door to the store, your breath quick from rushing as you looked around the for mikasa. you smiled once meeting mikasa’s eyes. she returned your smile with her own as she waved you over.

she had introduced you to all of her bridesmaids, the group of you talking about your shared excitement for mikasa’s wedding. you talked with the group, though you felt like you were intruding, seeing as you hadn’t known mikasa as long as these women. you were the wedding planner though, so it wasn’t odd that you were here, right?

all those thoughts flushed from your head when mikasa stepped out from the dressing room, the store assistant following behind her. she looked beautiful, the canvas white color of the dress acting as a parallel against her skin, a veil casted over her face. 

the women beside you cheered, yet you still stared in astonishment. realizing that you were the odd one out, your bottom lip caught between your teeth, you quickly joined in, clapping along with the women beside you. mikasa did a little twirl as a joke, and you whistled in response, the playful banter making you smile.

mikasa’s eyes shifted over to you as she smiled, “you look amazing,” you said softly, your words drifiting into a fluttery sigh. “thank you,” mikasa said, her voice almost a whisper. “um, would you want to come with me after this? i have some more shopping to do, and all my friends have somewhere to be,” your heart shouldn’t have pulsated the way it did at her offer. 

“of course,” you smiled, ushering her over to her friends who were eager to give their compliments to the soon-to-be-bride. 

how you had ended up inside a victoria’s secret dressing room with mikasa, her hands tugging at the bottom of her shirt, was beyond you. all you could do now was attempt to avert your eyes as she lifted the shirt over her eyes. 

she had gone to a couple shops before stopping in the lingerie store just for a ‘quick look’. a ‘quick look’ had somehow led to the pair of you venturing into the dressing room, mikasa’s hands full of bralettes covered in lace and different lingerie pieces. 

“what do you think of this one,” her voice broke the silence. well, now you had to look up at her. you lifted your head from the floor, stopping your jaw from falling slack, forcing your expression to be rigid. in the moments between your eyes falling to the floor and now, mikasa’s jeans had come off too. 

she now stood in a white lace bra, the dark areolas of her nipple visible through the fabric. a white lace thong accompanied the number on her upper half, sending you into an undeniable heat. your cheeks flushed as you licked your lips before responding, “i-it’s beautiful, i think eren will love it,”. you forced your eyes to remain on her face. “do you like it?” she asked, her voice having something hidden behind it.

“m-me?” you asked, though you already knew the answer. mikasa nodded, smiling at you. “i-i like it,” you stuttered through a sentence, your cheeks growing hotter, “i think it looks really good on you,” you whispered the last bit. mikasa grinned at that, her hands reaching for the clasp of the bra.

your eyes quickly fell back to the floor, mikasa grabbing another set that was sitting beside you on the bench in the dressing room. your eyes remained glued on the floor as you felt mikasa’s shoulder brush against yours. as quickly as you felt the brush of her skin against yours, it was gone, yet the feeling in your stomach had yet to subside. 

it was now may, a month before the wedding and mikasa had asked you over for coffee, in desperate need of someone to expel the worries she had about the wedding. you had obviously obliged, putting mikasa’s address into the map on your phone.

after the day at victoria’s secret, you had seen eren and mikasa a few more times, mainly to discuss the wedding. they had invited you over for dinner as a thanks, their hospitality was heartwarming.

you found yourself parking your car in front of their home once again, walking towards the front door. you rang the doorbell, slightly shifting from the ball of your foot to the heel in anticipation. to your surprise, eren opened the front door, and before you could stop yourself a slight gasp fell from your lips.

“what? expecting someone different?” he joked, smiling at you. you laughed softly before speaking, “i have a date with your fiancé,” you joked, holding up the two coffees in your hand. eren stepped out of the doorway, motioning for you to go inside. 

you had a general idea of the layout of their home from your previous visit, so you headed towards the kitchen, setting the coffee cups down on the table. “mikasa actually just had to leave,” eren said from behind you, “some emergency at work,” he sat down in a seat at the kitchen table. “oh,” you said, not knowing how to respond, standing awkwardly beside the table.

“i don’t mind if you stay though,” your eyebrows furrowed at his words, but the blush that rushed to your cheeks was easily distinguished, “until she comes back i mean,”. you nodded sheepishly, mentally hitting yourself for reading into eren’s words. you sat down, opposite from eren, pushing one of the coffees towards him. 

“thanks,” he smiled, taking a sip from the paper cup. you sat in silence for a moment, before eren asked you a question. “are you dating someone?” you gulped your coffee at that, coughing soon after from the rush of liquid. “s-sorry! that was abrupt,” he yelped. 

“n-no you’re okay,” you reassured him, setting your coffee cup on the table. “i’m not dating anyone, no,” you said, your left hand digging into your thigh. “that surprises me,” eren replied, his eyes boring into yours. ‘hmm?’ you hummed in question, attempting to retain a calm exterior, though it was hard to ignore the way your heart was beating. 

“i mean with being a wedding planner and everything, i feel like you see love all the time and you’d want your own shot at it,” eren started, “i would bet you have people lining up too,”. you blushed profusely at his words, ignoring any deeper meaning behind them. 

“i-i guess you’re right, i do see a lot of love, but that’s also why i’m not in a relationship. i get my full share of love, at work, you know? i’m always managing other people’s love lives, i don’t want to throw mine on top of that,” you rambled, letting out a deep breath at the end. eren nodded in understanding, smiling before talking. 

“so more of a friends with benefit thing? hit it and quit it?” he laughed, the feeling in your stomach and the heat in your cheeks growing at his words before you spoke. “i manage pretty okay by myself,” you laughed softly, attempting to ease your nerves. “k-know how to take care of myself,”. as soon as the words fell from your lips, you instantly regretted them. you didn’t want him to think you were insinuating something lewd with your words. 

eren just smirked at you, the sound of the front door opening startling you. mikasa made her way into the kitchen, smiling when she saw you. “eren leave my date alone,” she joked, leaning down to give him a kiss. what you thought would be a peck, was a passionate kiss. you caught glimpses of their tongues slipping into the other’s mouth before you had to look at the floor. 

“let’s go sit out back,” mikasa said to you as she pulled away from eren’s lips, panting.

it was now june, and you found yourself in the countryside of italy, lying on your bed, reading a book. the wedding was to take place in two days, the happy couple renting out a villa for the guests to stay at. your window was open to cool down your room, the slight breeze brushing across your legs, the noise of crickets softly easing the silence of the night. 

your peace was interrupted by a knock on your door. you huffed out a breath, swinging your legs off of the bed and onto the floor, making your way to the door. you looked through the peephole, sucking in a breath after looking through it. mikasa and eren stood outside your door, both in nightclothes. you felt anxious, worried that something was wrong, but opened your door nonetheless. 

“hey, are you guys alright?” you spoke softly, both eren and mikasa nodding. “can we come in?” eren said, you nodded in response, still confused but holding the door open for the couple. “we want t-” eren started before mikasa cut him off with her hand. at mikasa’s interruption, eren went to shut your window with an explanation of “it’s so cold in here,”.

“i’m sorry about that,” she sighed, “eren thinks we should’ve done this months ago, so now he’s being overly blunt, but i think there’s a polite way to go about it,” her voice was low, but still had the same softness along with it. “we wanna fuck you,” eren blurted out, your jaw dropping at his words. “eren!” mikasa punched his bicep, eren grinning sheepishly. 

“what? it’s true,” he rationalized. you were still reeling at his words and mikasa could tell. she made her way over to you, her hand rubbing at your shoulder as she spoke, “you’ve done so much to help us, and we’ve both wanted to from the start,” she looked at you intently, searching your expression. “jus’ wanna help you out,” eren joined in. 

“do you want that?” mikasa said, pulling her hand away in fear of making you uncomfortable. you nodded meekly, unable to hold eye contact with either of them. “look at me and say it,” mikasa’s voice was more stern now. you looked up at her, meeting her eyes that had seemingly grown darker.

“yes, want it,” you were panting, yet you hadn’t done anything to run out of breath. “good,” eren sighed from beside you, his lips quickly finding purchase along your neck as he left kisses along the expanse of skin, suckling at different spots. 

mikasa’s hand fell to your chin, lifting your face up before leaning in for a kiss. you fell stiff for a second, before melting into her lips. their lips were sending you into overdrive, mikasa’s hand falling to the back of your head to pull you in closer. 

she pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your lips together, her eyes glossed over with desire. “arms up” eren commanded plainly as he moved away from your neck. you obliged quickly, mikasa’s hands grabbing at the bottom of your shirt and pulling it over your head. 

“fuck,” mikasa sighed, her eyes boring holes into your breasts. you were getting ready for bed so you hadn’t had a bra on, your nipples stiffening at the brush of cold air. “so pretty, isn’t she kasa’” eren sighed, turning towards his soon-to-be-wife.

mikasa simply nodded, licking her lips before her hand gravitated towards your breast, groping softly at the skin. you threw your head back at the slight contact, trying to calm your heartbeat and the thoughts rushing through your head. too consumed with the situation, you hadn’t notice eren’s lips on your nipple until you felt his tongue lick at the hardened pebble.

you whimpered softly at the feeling, eren laughing against your skin, taking your moans as encouragement. eventually, eren’s mouth was wrapped around one nipple, mikasa’s wrapped around the other. your hands fell to their hair, your mind reeling at the pleasure.

you couldn’t help but look down at them, the sight increasing your pleasure. your eyes shifted between the two of them, eren’s eyes twinkling with mischief, mikasa’s laced with desire. 

“i think she deserves a treat, don’t you think so eren?” mikasa mumbled against your skin. eren simply nodded, his hands playing with the waistband of your sleep shorts. 

you found yourself now, lying against eren’s chest, eren’s back up against the headboard, your shorts discarded along with your panties. eren’s hands traced patterns on the sides of your hips as mikasa ran a finger through your slit. she lifted her finger up in the light, your arousal evident on the digit. 

“you’re excited, huh?” eren teased from behind you. you could feel his bulge pushing into your lower back, and you shifted to roll against it, eren letting out a soft sigh. one of eren’s hands drifted down towards your clit while mikasa placed kisses on your thigh, slowly inching towards your dripping center, but avoiding it to tease you further. 

“make her wait a little, babe’”, mikasa looked up at eren, a smirk on her face. “she’s been good,” eren said, his voice soft. his thumb now rubbed soft circles into your clit, your head falling onto his shoulder. “w-want more,” you whimpered, attempting to thrust into eren’s thumb. 

“see?” mikasa said from below you, staring right up at you, “give her a little and she starts begging like a whore,”. you whimpered at her words, desperate for some relief, desperate for an orgasm, desperate for something, anything. 

“you want it?” she asked, slowly inserting one of her finger’s into your dripping hole. “yes! p-please,” you begged, desperate for mikasa’s mouth and fingers. she just chuckled, letting out a plain “fine,” before her lips wrapped around your clit sucking on the bundle of nerves. 

“fuck!” you yelped, eren’s hand now groping at your breast as he littered kisses along your shoulder and neck. mikasa now had two fingers inside of you, their speed increasing as she placed kitten licks on your clit. you squirmed from the pleasure, the feeling overwhelming, your body telling you to get away, but you loved it. you wanted more, “more!” you whimpered.

mikasa’s mouth now met her fingers at your entrance, licking below your clit. eren’s hand drifted down towards the bundle of nerves, rubbing quick figure eights, your hips spasming at the feeling. “g-gonna cum!” you shouted, possibly a little too loud.

“yeah?” eren sighed, “gotta ask us first,”. you looked down a mikasa, her eyes the only thing you could see. “need permission to cum,” she mumbled into your pussy, the vibration sending shock waves through your body. it was hard to hold back, you needed to cum, but you couldn’t, not without permission. 

“p-please! i’ll be so good, just need to cum, need it bad, need it please!” you moaned loudly, your hips bucking into mikasa’s mouth and eren’s hand. “think she deserves it?” mikasa asked, looking up at eren. she moved away from your dripping center, her fingers still plunging in and out of you as she waited for eren’s response. 

“i think she’s been good,” eren answered, looking down at mikasa. he turned towards you, his lips tickling your ear, “you’ve been good right? good girls deserve to cum,” you moaned loudly at his words. you couldn’t hold back anymore, you needed it. “cum,” mikasa said plainly, her lips falling back to lick at your dripping hole. 

at her permission, your mind fell blank, your hips short-circuiting, your orgasm building until you fell over the edge. it resonated throughout your body, sending a hum throughout your system. you had never felt this fucking good. 

as you came down, mikasa slowly slid her fingers out. you were panting, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you met mikasa’s eyes, a smile on her face. she turned away from you, looking towards eren before speaking, “wanna taste her?”. you looked back to eren, still hazy from your orgasm to meet his enthusiastic nodding and the smirk on his face.

eren opened his mouth, mikasa slipping her fingers onto his tongue. he wrapped his lips around the digits, suckling. the image made your center throb, eren staring right at you as he licked your arousal off of mikasa’s fingers. 

“what? something wrong?” mikasa teased as she removed her fingers from eren’s lips, your mouth wide open at what you had just witnessed. “w-wanna watch, wanna see you both, together,” you said shyly. eren and mikasa just smiled at you before turning back to one another, and leaning in for a kiss.

their lips locked with a moan, the image before you reminding you of that day in their kitchen. only now, they were doing it because you wanted them to, because you wanted to watch. “fuck,” you sighed, crossing your legs in hope of friction, in hope of some relief.

the sensitivity from your orgasm had worn off, eren and mikasa kissing in front of you causing a spike in your libido. “want you both to suck my cock,” eren said breathlessly, pulling away from mikasa. you looked over at mikasa for reassurance, and she nodded with a soft smile. you looked back to eren, settling yourself next to mikasa, in between his legs. 

at some point he had gotten rid of his pants, the only thing separating you from his cock being his boxers. mikasa palmed at his erection through the fabric as you watched her movements before looking back up at eren timidly. his hand drifted down to your hair, rubbing at your head in appraisal.

you gave him a soft smile before reaching for the waistband of his boxers. with mikasa’s help, you pulled the cloth from off of his body, being met with his hard cock. the tip was an angry red and leaking precum, and you could’ve sworn it twitched slightly. how long had he been like this?

no matter, you were going to help him now, you were gonna take good care of him. you wanted to help him and mikasa, wanted them to take care of you. you licked a stripe up his cock, mikasa acting as a parallel on the other side. 

you heard a low groan from above you, taking it as encouragement as you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock before lightly sucking. you licked at the underside of his cock, and in the corner of your eyes you could see mikasa licking at the base of his cock, her hand fondling with his balls. 

“fuck,” eren sighed from above you. you wanted to hear him moan more, so you took him deeper down your throat, mikasa licking at what you didn’t reach. eren let out more sighs and whimpers, throwing his head back at the feeling. you pulled off of his cock, spit covering his length as you switched spots with mikasa. 

she took his whole length down her throat, deepthroating him, a slight gag sounding throughout the room. you couldn’t help but whimper at the sight before you, wanting to do the same as mikasa, wanting to take him as good as her.

“wanna try?” she panted, pulling away from eren’s cock as she looked at you. you nodded, afraid to respond verbally, fearing that your words would do you an injustice. she wrapped one hand in your hair, pushing you towards his cock. before you could wrap your lips around his tip she spoke, “if you wanna pull off, tap eren’s thigh twice, okay?” she announced, looking at you for reassurance. you muttered out an ‘i will,’ wrapping your lips around eren’s cock.

“take him nice and slow,” mikasa said from behind you, her hand still in your hair. you could hear eren’s fluttery sighs, the sounds increasing the arousal collecting at your dripping hole. “t-take your time, pretty,” eren groaned from above you. you looked up at him and as you met his eyes, eren let out a moan, throwing his head back. 

“if you look at me like that, i’m gonna blow,” he teased, the light laugh at the end of his sentence turning into a moan. “ready to take him all the way?” mikasa asked, and you nodded as best you could with your mouth full of his cock. 

mikasa slowly but surely pushed your head further down his cock, your throat filling with his length. you gagged slightly right before bottoming out, eren verbally reeling at the feeling. as you reached the base of his cock, you gagged once more, your eyes watering at the pressure. you could feel your jaw becoming sore, your nose taking in harsh breaths, but you reveled in the feeling. 

you wanted eren’s cock deep down your throat, wanted to be good for him. mikasa pulled you off his length, a line of saliva in between your lips and the tip of his cock. “did so good,” mikasa assured you, pulling you in for a kiss. you relished in the feel of her lips on yours. she pulled away from you, leaning up towards eren and kissing him. “so hot,” you sighed absentmindedly, eren and mikasa laughing into the kiss.

“yeah?” eren teased, “i think you’ve yet to give me a kiss,” intense eye contact being shared between you two. you leaned up next to mikasa, hovering your lips over eren’s before closing your eyes and kissing him. his kiss was different from mikasa’s but similar in the pleasure you felt from it. you pulled away with a blush flushing across your cheeks.

“c-can i watch first?” you asked, looking between both eren and mikasa before looking down at your hands. mikasa’s hand grabbed at your chin, lifting your head up to look at her. “wanna watch him fuck me first?” you nodded enthusiastically.

eventually you situated yourself against the headboard, eren and mikasa next to you. he had her in doggystyle, his hands grabbing at her backside before he positioned the tip of his cok at her entrance. eren pushed in, both of their faces contorting in pleasure. your hand drifted down to your clit, rubbing soft circles onto your clit as you witnessed the scene unfall in front of you.

as eren began to thrust faster inside of her, mikasa’s head fell into the pillow, her moans slightly muffled by the mattress. your pace on your clit increased as the pace of eren’s thrust increased. his hand barreled down onto her ass, the smack sounding throughout the room. mikasa let out a yelp at the feeling, your bottom lip now situated between your teeth in response to the couple before you. 

eren had grabbed at mikasa’s hair, pulling her back to rest against his chest. “cum on my cock,” he commanded, thrusting into her harshly. mikasa obliged with a moan that was close to a shout. eren let go of her hair, mikasa falling back into the pillow as eren’s thrusts slowed. 

eren pulled out of mikasa, giving her a light tap on the ass before rubbing at the small of her back. “did so good,” he muttered out softly, his eyes falling onto you. “want you to ride my cock,” he said plainly, smiling at you. “do you want a condom, o-or do we need to get one because i kno-” you rambled, “are you safe?” eren asked softly. you nodded, assuring him that you got tested a month ago and hadn’t hooked up with anyone else in between now and then. 

“are you on the pill,” you nodded once again, no verbal response this time. “well then i think it’s alright if i leave you with a big load, deep inside of you, huh? would you like that?” you nodded, unable to respond, your cheeks heating up. “ do you think that would be nice, mikasa?” eren asked his fiance, who now leaned up against the headboard.

“i think she wants it real bad, think you should give it to her,” she taunted, staring at you. “think you’re right,” eren said as he laid down on the bed, his head on the pillow. “want you on my face, kasa’, and you on my cock, angel,” you whimpered softly, situating your legs on the outside of eren’s thighs. you held the tip of his cock at your entrance, pushing it inside of you as you slowly slid down his length. 

“f-fuck,” you sighed as you bottomed out, eren’s cock brushing up against that spot against you. mikasa was rocking her hips against eren’s mouth, her fluttery moans sounding throughout the room. you began to slowly bounce on eren’s cock, your hands placed on his toned stomach for support. as his cock pushed in and out of you, reaching deep inside of you, mikasa pulled you in for a kiss, moaning into your lips. 

she pulled away with a smirk, her face contorting in pleasure soon after. “fuck! do you like it?” she moaned, flicking her hips against eren’s tongue more eagerly. “like him deep inside of you?” she continued, to which you nodded, unable to verbalize your pleasure, grinding against eren’s cock. 

it all happened in an instance, you felt a sting on your face, your eyes tearing up slightly from the pleasure and the unanticipated pain. “i expect an answer when i ask you something,” mikasa said, her voice airy but the seriousness behind her tone still evident. she had slapped you. god, you wanted more. “y-yes i’ll answer!” you moaned, bouncing on eren’s cock with earnest. 

“f-fuck gonna cum!” mikasa yelped, her hips stuttering. eren’s hand fell on her hips, rocking her against his tongue, licking at her pussy until she fell apart on his face. after reaching her peak she swung her leg over, resting on the bed beside you and eren’s figures. “f-fuck angel,” eren groaned, “ride my cock just like that,”. you bounced more eagerly now, desperate for orgasm. you were so close. 

“cum on my cock, come on wanna see you cum all over me,” eren’s words were the final push, your walls clenching around eren’s cock as you came. “fuck!” eren all but yelled, his hands grabbing at your hips. “g-gonna, gonna” he moaned before he came, his hot load released deep inside of you. “s-so warm,” you sighed, falling further into that hazy space. 

eren lifted you off his cock slightly as you winced at the stretch. after pulling you off his cock, he laid you to the opposite side of him, pulling both you and mikasa into his figure. he left a kiss on your forehead before softly speaking,  “did so good for us,”. mikasa hummed in agreement before her soft voice sounded throughout the room, “so good,”.

the wedding had taken place and it was beautiful. the ceremony was stunning, and you found yourself crying at their vows, the love they shared so evident in the way the looked at one another. 

they drove off from the villa in a silver 1954 corvette, just married reading as the license plate. the wedding invitees waved them off, whistles sounding off into the distance. you had spent a couple more days in italy after the wedding, spending your time at a hotel, adventuring, and trying out restaurants.

before you were set to leave for home, your phone pinged with a message, the contact name reading ‘eren jaeger & mikasa jaeger’. reading the text left a smile on your face and a feeling of anticipation to thrum throughout your system.

‘the honeymoon is amazing!! we wanted to thank you again for all your help. we’ll be back in the states in a week. hopefully you’ll find time to fit us in your schedule, there’s so much to discuss. we need your expertise on a wide variety of matters, so many more weddings for us to plan and all that;)’

fin

HEY! thank you so much for reading :D this fic is legit a dream fantasy, new nightime scenario :/// in all seriousness, i loved writing this so it means a lot that you’re reading it.

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CHLOE MY LOVE! congrats on 4.6k -- honestly not sure how you don't have a million more followers because your blog and your writing is freaking brilliant! so happy to have formed a genuine friendship with you :') brb getting emotional. anyway! for your event, could you write a little something with my love george with a few different prompts? is that allowed? 3 and 8 from angst, 10 from fluff? who's surprised, i'm all fluff, congrats again my darling you deserve it all x

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3. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”

8. “I can’t pretend anymore.”

10. “Because I love you.”

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Character: George Weasley

Word Count: 1884

WARNING: there’s no ‘read more’ bc i’m on mobile and couldn’t get it to work hahaha i apologise

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“I need you to date me.”

In shock, you dropped too many of the porcupine quills into your potion, making the liquid turn a nasty shade of green and sizzle as it practically exploded across the table. You sighed frustratedly, grabbing your wand and cleaning up the potion before turning to the person who spoke - one half of the Weasley twins and one of your best friends, George Weasley - who apparently found your reaction extremely amusing.

“I beg your pardon?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. The hint of a smile was still etched onto his face as he leaned forward, “I need you to date me.”

You felt yourself grow warm at the thought, “You’re joking, right?” “For once, I am not,” he shook his head, “I um, I told this girl I couldn’t go to the Yule Ball with her because I had a girlfriend who I’m going with instead. Except, I don’t have a girlfriend. So you can see my dilemma.”

“This may be a stupid question but... if you don’t have a girlfriend, why did you tell her you do?” You raised an eyebrow, half curious, half amused.

“I didn’t want to be rude and just tell her no because she was really sweet. So now I need to find someone to date me, and I thought of you,” he explained with a shrug, playing with some of the potion ingredients you’d left at the end of your table.

“There are so many other girls you could have-“

“I don’t want anyone else, I want you,” he said almost desperately, before sighing downheartedly, “C’mon, it wouldn’t be so bad, and it wouldn’t have to be for long! Just until the Yule Ball. It’s not like we’d have to pretend that much! I spend most of my free time with you as it is.”

“How do you know I don’t already have a date, huh?” You asked, beginning to start your potion all over again before Snape got the chance to scold you.

George’s face dropped and his jaw clenched, “What do you mean? Who asked you?”

“Well, no one. But my point was, what if they had?”

“Then you’d tell them you’ve been given a better option - me - and that they were never good enough for you. You know, the truth,” he nodded triumphantly, running a hand through his hair.

You shook your head at him with a smile, glancing up at him before your gaze travelled back to your potion.

“So what do you say?”

You pondered it for a moment, before replying, “Fine.”

George broke out into a large grin, wrapping his arms around you and very nearly swinging you around the room in excitement, “Darling, you are the best! I owe you big time!”

“Yes, you do. Now, do we have any rules we need to discuss?”

“Like what?”

“Like, I don’t know, a backstory, how we got together, how far we’d go with PDA - I vote not too far if I’m honest,” you said nervously, toying with the hem of your jumper.

“Well I vote the opposite, I think we should have lots of PDA constantly, all the time!”

“George,” you said warningly, though you couldn’t help the way your lips curved into a smile.

“Fine,” he dragged out the last syllable, “I can only think of one rule. A very important rule that I’m sure you might have a hard time not breaking.”

“Go on?”

“Whatever you do, don’t fall in love with me!” His eyes widened dramatically as he pointed at you. “No chance of that happening, don’t you worry,” you laughed, stirring the potion.

“Well that was rude of you,” he said in mock hurt, a hand on his heart as he pouted at you. You cracked a smile and shook your head, “Oh be quiet will you, and pass me the rest of those porcupine quills, I have to finish redoing this potion that you made me ruin.”

“Nagging me already,” George mumbled, “We really are a couple.”

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You realised pretty quickly that you were wrong about there being no chance of falling for George. So very wrong. Turns out the chances of falling for George Weasley were 100%, because somewhere between being his friend and being more, you fell head over heels in love with him.

If you were honest with yourself, you’d had feelings for him before the whole fake-dating, but figured you’d mistaken them for feelings of strong friendship.

Now you knew - you didn’t want to be his friend, you wanted him to snog you against a wall as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

And all of this was because of one simple kiss. You hadn’t expected it, didn’t know it was going to happen. All you knew was that one minute you were walking down the hallway with George’s arm around your shoulder - not even for show, really, he just walked with you like that anyway - and the next, your back was against a pillar, your eyes widening as you stared up at George, feeling yourself growing warm.

“W-What’s going on?” You stammered out, heart pounding as you lost yourself in his brown eyes, suddenly getting the urge to run your hand through his ginger hair and pull him by his tie down into a kiss.

“She’s watching,” he murmured, nodding subtly down to the end of the hallway. You couldn’t see anyone, but took his word for it as you figured you were just overwhelmingly flustered from the proximity.

And suddenly you realised what position you were in: his hands either side of your head, trapping you between his chest and the pillar, your own chest barely an inch away from him and his legs brushing against your own.

Your breath hitched in your mouth, noticing how his eyes flickered from your eyes down to your mouth before moving back up again. Your lips parted a little, chin tilting ever-so-slightly upwards as you waited to see what he’d do.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He murmured, and suddenly his lips were on yours, pulling you into a desperate kiss, him cupping your cheek to bring you closer, his other hand sliding down the pillar to grab your waist.

This wasn’t a kiss from someone who was just a friend. This was a kiss that made your toes curl, set your skin on fire and made you want more - so much more.

And in that moment you realised you loved him. You didn’t want to go back to being George’s friend, not when you knew how his lips felt against yours, how his hands felt holding your waist.

He’d finally pulled away for air, still pressing shorter kisses to your lips as you both breathed heavily, and you dragged a hand through his hair, just how you’d imagined.

You knew, right then, that you were in love with him. All of a sudden, and very very full on.

After that, you suddenly noticed and admired everything about him, from the way he laughed to the way he bit his lip as he glanced your way.

And the thought of breaking this whole dating thing off - something that you’d both planned to happen the day after the Yule Ball - made you feel sick to your stomach. The thought of never kissing him again made you want to scream.

You couldn’t imagine going back to being friends. Not when you’d had a taster of what it was like to be George Weasley’s girlfriend.

You argued with yourself, one half of you wanting to end it with him now in order to save yourself further heartbreak, and the other half wanting to continue for as long as possible. It was all you could think about, from the moment you woke up in the morning to the moment you went to sleep at night. And you decided you couldn’t keep going like this, it wasn’t fair to you.

You couldn’t keep pretending you weren’t in love with the ginger boy.

And so, when you found yourself sat in his common room late one night two weeks after that first fateful kiss, sharing one of the red plush couches with him, his leg pressed next to yours and your heart racing, the rest of the students already in their dorms, you decided to be honest with him.

“George?”

“Yes?” George waited for your reply, however at the silence, he looked up curiously, finding you chewing on your lip in thought.

“Are you okay, love?” He asked, concern seeping into his voice as he looked at you, noticing how restless you appeared, how lost in thought.

“I um.. yes? I mean no,” you frowned, “I mean- I don’t know.”

He shifted, his body tilting towards yours and he grabbed your hands in his, bringing them up to his lips so he could press a kiss to you knuckles, “What’s wrong, what’s going on?”

“I can’t pretend anymore, Georgie,” you whispered, afraid if you spoke any louder your voice would fail you.

“What do you mean, you can’t pretend? You’re scaring me, princess, please tell me what’s going on in that mind of yours,” he frowned, hating the idea of anything even remotely bothering you.

“I can’t pretend to be your girlfriend anymore.”

And suddenly George felt like he’d been winded, a pain in his chest he could only liken to heartbreak, if he was to be so dramatic.

“What?” His voice was small, especially in the silent room. He wanted to know why. Had he done something wrong? Made you feel uncomfortable at one point? He’d hate himself if he had.

“I can’t pretend because- because I fell in love with you,” you breathed out, lips trembling as you stared at your clasped hands, “This isn’t pretend for me anymore, this is real! And it’s scary, and I don’t know what to do about it.”

There was a silence and you couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him, not wanting to see the look on his face as he tried to come up with, you presumed, a way to reject you.

“You wanna know why I asked you to be my fake girlfriend?” He asked suddenly, squeezing your hands and waiting for you to nod slightly at him, before continuing, “Because I wanted a reason to ask you to the Yule Ball without being rejected. Because I wanted to spend even more time with you, to have a glimpse at what it would be like to date you. Because-because I love you.”

Your felt your heart skip a beat as you finally looked up at him, meeting his eyes as he smiled at you.

“You love me?” You whispered.

“Always have, I reckon.”

You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face as you allowed him to pull you closer to him, “Well I guess it’s definitely a good job I fell for you, huh?”

He grinned cheekily, biting his lip as he replied jokingly, “Well, I don’t know really, I mean, I thought I told you not to fall in love with me.”

“Yeah, well,” you spoke, letting a soft smile creep onto your face,

“As it turns out, I just couldn’t help myself.”

[lannasroleplaymemes]

What Makes A Roleplay Blog Too “Intimidating”?

Thanks to those who sent in their thoughts! Please note that these are all based on opinions of a handful of roleplayers and should be taken with a grain of salt. You are in no way required to run or write your blog in a certain manner; this is purely an informative piece.

The answers received came down to one thing: The Mun’s OOC Tone. Trying to figure out the “tone” of someone’s writing is difficult because it’s open to interpretation. It’s why some people will mark your emails as ‘passive aggressive’ at work, for example!

Your Rules page is your blog’s first impression for many. It is easy, especially for roleplayers who have been through a lot of garbage, to write your rules with a firm voice. You are, as you have every right to, setting your boundaries, your  no-no’s, the guidelines for your personal space. However, “aggressive” sounding rules can frighten those who may be more faint of heart away. If you write all of your rules out and at the very bottom add ‘btw these sound harsh but I’m an awkward noodle!’, some people might not even see if it they’ve run away after your first point! So if you’re deadset on being strict with your rules, maybe add a gentle disclaimer closer to the top to say: Hey, I know these are written very bluntly, but I just like to be direct and clear so there are no misunderstandings! This is for everyone’s safety/comfort.

Passwords are also a difficult situation to navigate. They help the Mun, but can sometimes be offputting to others; I personally have seen a lot of ‘I don’t send passwords’ in rules of various RPers from different fandoms. For me, it isn’t a big deal, but it can be for a lot of others. If you want to come to a compromise, maybe make your rules a post that you can ask people to Like instead. A click is far easier, quicker, and some people even do it without thinking already.

No Entry Points. By this I mean a lack of options for people to start with you. If you don’t post memes, opens, starter/interaction calls, etc. it limits the ways people can reach out to: writing you a random starter, sending you a direct IM, sending you a direct inbox unprompted. A lot of us don’t have a problem with doing this, but there is an equal number of people who do, whether it be to general anxiety or because of past burns when they tried. On the flip side: I know how soulsucking it can be to post these things and get zero interaction. What may be helpful is linking to your open/starter/meme tag on your pinned post, and inviting people to dive into what you’ve reblogged in the past, stating that you’re open to receiving them any time. Heck, if you want to go out of your way, you can make posts specific to starting new interactions that people can dive into!

Difficult UI/Formatting. Everyone has a right to their own aesthetic; decorating your tumblr blog is half the fun of making one! But we’ve all been to a blog that we cannot navigate and/or cannot read. If you want to maintain your aesthetic for a majority of your posts, offer helpful notes in your blog format (i.e link to a mobile-friendly google doc, tell people where to find the navigation) and/or ask them to tell you if they need larger text. 

The Pros and Cons Of Exclusivity. As I said at the top of this post, you’re free to run your blog and RP with whoever you want. I myself have a RP partner I’ve known for years, and the majority of our muses are single-shipped with each other, and I don’t really interact with other versions of her muses because I already have one. However, people notice this, and they especially are aware of it when you have it in your rules. This can ward people off (as expected, it’s meant to). If you want to compromise, you can either 1) not mention your exclusivity right off the bat, and allow others to approach you first to discuss one on one or 2) make it clear that you’re open to interacting with multiple portrayals of the same muse, but maybe you only ship with one, or you really want to try and not repeat the same plot ideas between them so you need something unique.

Those are the 5 tips I came up with! Thanks again to all of you who contributed, and if you have any more ideas/opinions, feel free to share them in the replies!

[utilitycaster]

To me the relationship between Ted and Opal is the most important and consitent plot point in EXU. On the other hand everything with the Plateau and the Nameless Ones feels like it builds up something for C3. I think that Matt gave plot points about the state of the world (crater, sigil) and Aabria used it as a jumping off point and created the city as her contribution. So as long as things like the memory loss and the crown are dealt with, I feel pretty good about the story of EXU.

So I deleted another ask that was similarly purely speculative and I just want to say that like...I have open DMs/replies and obviously reblogs, and if you want to actually discuss your opinions that is always a better place; the askbox is for questions and suggestions and, well, things that explicitly invite my input, which I'm going to give anyway but it feels like this could have been a reply. Because I wholly disagree with much of this:

The crater is certainly a pre-existing concept because Thordak's presence in Emon happened, but including the sigil seems very odd given that he is a player in the world and it appearing was a surprise plot point in the second episode; I think the general worldbuilding was "Thordak's crater is here and there's weird magic possibly tied to the fire plane should you wish to use that" (emphasis speculative, and mine).

I am probably least interested in Opal and Ted, or at least, I was, but more so now that at least that pulls in whatever the fuck is happening with Syngorn. I think you might be correct that this will be treated as the main plot in terms of resolution; but the reason I think this is that Opal being central came up in the interviews and because of how the last episode ended. If you don't think the plot is the main plot until episode 7 and external press...that's not good.

I like Opal and Ted's relationship! I think it's fun for the character, in the same way I don't necessarily really think we'll get all the details of who Dorian really is - and that is truly tangential to the plot, despite any curiosity we as an audience may have. But compared to the fact that they open the entire story with memory loss at the crater, being approached by someone high-up in the Nameless Ones, a vestige of divergence, and sigil mysteriously appearing? The fact that the details of Ted no longer being in Byroden appear at the halfway point of the series and the Ted and Syngorn plot is primarily in stingers?

Again, at this point, yeah, that might end being the main plot...but just thinking about this, after episode 1 it seemed the main plot would be "okay we're missing a week and a person, we're in deep with the Nameless Ones, and we have a vestige of such profound power that it makes two people ill." After episode 2 it seemed the main plot was "well we can escape those problems and maybe find out more about this sigil that's possibly tied to the crater/memory loss by talking to Gilmore." After episodes 3 and even 4 it seemed it was "okay, we go to these ruins, come back, resolve the rest." But we keep getting balls thrown in the air - further mysteries about Ted, the people from Syngorn, Niirdal-Poc still existing, the journey to the Iron Authority instead of returning home - and none of it has been resolved, and again, I'm enjoying myself, but that is because everything other than the plot is great so I'm treating this like those big-budget artistic sci fi movies where you're like "the aesthetic and worldbuilding and acting and dialogue is all incredible and the plot falls apart if you breathe on it a little too heavily."

I was talking to someone about this recently who made the point that the party seems to have missed a lot of checks early on that might have introduced the Ted and Myr'atta plot back in Emon and honestly? forcing one of those checks or giving it for free would have made a world of difference; I think the party would have made far different choices that in turn would have significantly tightened up the plot. And you don't need to do that, in a long-running campaign, but you really, really do in an 8-episode series.

I do want to speak to people talking about this setting things up for C3 because that was in the anon ask I deleted: I'm not saying it doesn't, necessarily, but I think there is a big difference between "C3 may, understandably, deal with some of the consequences of things that happen in EXU. much as it will deal with consequences of C1 and C2, because it's the same world" and "EXU is explicitly leaving threads for C3".

The former I absolutely agree with; that's how shared worldbuilding works and it was the case with C1 for C2. The latter is, I think, a wildly unfair expectation to place Aabria and a terrible marketing choice for the series and bodes ill for future seasons of EXU.

EXU was very much put forth as having appeal for people who, understandably, don't have the time or inclination to watch a 100+ episode series. I have already seen reviews criticizing it for relying on past information; while I don't agree with this completely, given the difficulties with the plot this does, for example, feel like it may ring true for people who have no emotional connection to Gilmore. A tighter, more Emon-focused plot that happened to include Gilmore to the same extent (or even greater) would probably not have the same criticism, but as is, I think viewers unfamiliar with C1 may legitimately be saying "why did we spend time on this."

EXU can have threads that can be picked up with in C3 - it does not need to, for example, resolve every detail of the Nameless Ones, only the status of this party with regards to Poska - but to say "and to know what happens about the major event, in Emon, which is tied to Thordak, ie, how the series was marketed, which was introduced to the audience long before Myr'atta, you need to watch C3" is something I'd consider a serious misstep. The story in EXU should be somewhat self-contained, with the consequences of that self-contained story fueling the plot; it should not be a collection of plot points for a later day. That's not just going to alienate potential viewers of future seasons who don't intend to watch full CR campaigns; it's kind of a shitty thing to do to your guest DM, to say "oh throw to me, you can DM in my world but you need to set up for my show even if it makes your plot seem more unfocused". EXU can and should be thought of as its own show in the same world, not a mere appendage to the flagship.

I'm still withholding final judgement until it can, you know, be final. I think there's a still a chance I am very pleasantly surprised! As mentioned I and much of the fandom had doubts about the campaign 2 finale to the point that some people were writing, as I referred to it at the time, vivisections and calling them post-mortems. I disliked it then and I disliked it now and I will reserve judgement on EXU's plot structure on the whole until after the finale; I am just saying that while it may end up standing quite well as a complete story in the end, the pacing has felt increasingly off to me since the midway point and if this is just setup for C3 I think that makes it worse, not better.

[diyeoracha]

IwaOi Fanfiction Masterlist with 90+ Works

Hello! In celebration accumulating over 290 bookmarks on my AO3 account featuring IwaOi, Haikyuu S4 part 2, and @haikyuuweek2020​ (Day 7 - Free Choice), I decided to create a masterlist of all of my favorite Iwaoi fics in order to keep myself organized as well as contributing to more traffic for those works! Works are split up into genres such as alternate universe (either not childhood friends or set on Earth), angst, canon compliant (post timeskip with spoilers), canon divergent (childhood friends but divergent timeline post timeskip), high school, and university au

Formatting update: Jan 13, 2021 (spacing is wonky on the mobile app!).

Fic update: Jan 7, 2021

This is incomplete as I got distracted while re-reading a lot of these and have only gone through half of my bookmarks, but feel free to check my own page here for the rest of them! I really do hope you guys enjoy reading these and leave comments and kudos! Please reblog and like so more people can enjoy

Titles marked with (♡) are my absolute favorites and there’s a chance I cried while reading them but otherwise they’re in alphabetical order

Alternate Universe

an allegory of all the things we could’ve been

Word count: 16k

Summary: “I don’t know anything about some red string,” Iwaizumi murmurs into the cracks of Oikawa’s skin, “or even about lifetimes or fate. But no matter where you are, I’ll find you. Gods or otherwise.” Reincarnation AU

And All the Prince’s Men

Word count: 65k

Summary: “Father only loves that which he owns, and I am the one thing that can never truly be his.” Royalty AU

Built a Temple in Me

Word count: 55k

Summary: Up the mossy mountain steps, past the komainu guardians and the faded red gate, and beyond the boundaries of the green shrine—that’s where the forest and the spirit world within it lies. That’s were Hajime met him, and where their story began.But intertwining of destinies can be ugly business, Hajime finds, when their first meeting begins with blood and the too-human eyes of a beast. God Oikawa AU

Quote: It fills his heart anyway, heals the hole in his chest that had been bleeding since he cut Tooru so forcibly from him.

Cotton Breathing

Word count: 13k

Summary: Long-distance and summer only but childhood friends AU

Conquering the Great King

Word count: 105k

Summary: Oikawa's lips twitched into a smirk and he brought them hovering just over Iwaizumi's, "One time thing, Two time thing, what's it matter as long as it's not a Relationship thing?"

Quote: Oikawa's eyes twitched wide for less than a second, his knee pressed in hard against Iwaizumi's thigh, "I may be gorgeous, but I'm not a doll."

dear diary, i met a boy

Word count: 15k

Summary: Iwaizumi's first impression of his upstairs neighbor involves getting woken up at two in the morning to the sound of Oikawa singing along to trashy pop music. He'd thought it would get better, but it all just goes downhill from there. Modern AU

Desperado

Word count: 82k

Summary: Clearly Iwaizumi had a checkered past. Kyoutani has never asked about it, nor has Iwaizumi ever brought it up. He knows it’s a sore spot for his mentor, just like the gorgeous Monte Carlo he keeps hidden away is, so he leaves it alone. Out on the streets, you learn a little something about when to turn a blind eye in order to survive; Kyoutani knows better than most to leave the past of men like Iwaizumi well alone. Heist AU

Even Heroes (have the right to dream)

Word count: 20k

Summary: Oikawa Tooru, ace reporter of the superhero beat of Asahi Shimbun, hates superheroes. Or maybe he just hasn’t met the knight one yet. Superhero AU

♡Infinite Risks

Word count: 8k

Summary: “It’s my fate,” Oikawa responds slowly. He’s crying. “It’s too lonely,” Iwaizumi’s heart sounded broken. “And I’m not there with you. Not really.” Edge of Tomorrow AU

In Defense of Reptiles

Word count: 9k

Summary: In their seventh year, Oikawa is chosen to be the Hogwarts champion in the Triwizard Tournament, and Iwaizumi suffers. Harry Potter AU

Quote: “You are so spoiled,” Iwaizumi tells him, but lets him shuffle down until Iwaizumi’s hand is now running through Oikawa’s hair instead of rubbing his shoulder.

In the Telling

Word count: 6k

Summary: Muggleborn Iwaizumi could not be less impressed with pureblood Oikawa Tooru. Harry Potter AU

♡Lockdown

Word count: 72k

Summary: Within the first few months of his stay, Oikawa gets caught up in a war between cellblocks, becomes a prime target, and must decide just how far he's willing to go to protect Iwaizumi Hajime. Prison AU

♡long nights, no peace

Word count: 18k

Summary: It's the steady knowledge that Iwaizumi Hajime will always be someone that he can rely on, that no matter what the world throws at the two of them, they share in a piece of each other's soul. Pacific Rim AU

Quote: Quiet settles between them softly, like the warm pressure of the blanket, or Iwaizumi's fingers curling to lightly hold the fabric of Oikawa's shirt.

The Long Light

Word count: 36k

Summary: Iwaizumi Hajime's seventh year at Hogwarts begins, and begins, and begins, and begins. Somehow, Oikawa Tooru is always there. Harry Potter AU

Magic Man

Word count: 12k

Summary: Oikawa is named the most desirable wizard in France. Iwaizumi is not impressed. Harry Potter AU

Quote: You keep saying partner or them. Is it rude of me to ask you to clarify?

Meet me in the grey area

Word count: 24k

Summary: Set in a hero/villain AU with Iwa as our trusty hero and Oikawa as our charming villain

Saw You at the Fish Market

Word count: 14k

Summary: In other words, Oikawa befriends hot part-time worker Iwaizumi and tries to impress him both off and on the court, in hopes of more.

♡♡ (sing with me) A Song of Conquest and Fate

Word count: 26k

Summary: When Seijou receives a missive from Aobajousai to discuss a potential peace, its emperor Oikawa Tooru could not have foreseen the series of events that would follow. Historical fantasy AU

Similar Creatures

Word count: 53k

Summary: "What's your name?" "Whatever you want it to be."(Or, Oikawa gets directions from an attractive stranger on a street corner.). Escort AU

♡Something Like Us

Word count: 28k

Summary: Friends since childhood, Oikawa and Iwaizumi now live together, both playing for the National Team. It's no secret that athletes who are bonded perform better. So if the two of them happen to bond...It'd be for the good of the team, right? A/B/O AU

Space

Word count: 44k

Summary: Tries not to think of his rooftop garden, or the apartment he used to inhabit, or Hajime’s broken expression on the night they whispered their goodbyes before Tooru’s launch, attempting to push it all to the back of his mind behind visions of this alien world terraformed. Astronaut AU

Stop the Time

Word count: 10k

Summary: Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, E.R. nurse at University of Tokyo Hospital. Hospital AU

♡♡The Loyalty of A Traitor

Word count: 76k

Summary: Iwaizumi Hajime was an undercover officer with a single objective: Infiltrate the Seijoh Syndicate of the Yakuza and tear them down from the inside out. His primary target was the boss, Oikawa Tooru. The job itself was simple enough, until Iwaizumi got in too deep and absconded not only from the mission, but from the city itself. Yakuza AU

These Flowers I Stole For You

Word count: 3k

Summary: ANBU don't cry. They tear themselves apart, bit by bit, and then they stitch themselves whole again. Naruto AU

on shipwreck shore

Word count: 8k

Summary: “I’m going to murder you in cold blood and feed you to the basilisks,” Iwaizumi says conversationally. “You can’t do that, I’m your boss,” Oikawa sings, positively sparkling. “Also we’re partners, which means,” he points at Iwaizumi and leans in, “you’re stuck with me.” Detective AU

Page 305 of 304

Word count: 53k

Summary: “…she called you ‘papa’,” iwaizumi managed. oikawa just stared for a moment longer before relaxing in a smile. “yeah. cute, right? but you can call me ‘daddy’ if you want.”

Temporary fix

Word count: 12k

 Summary: “And you’ve shampooed his hair how many times now? Hmm. Yeah, that’s not technically a bromance.” A/B/O AU

Tokyo Boy

Word count: 16k

Summary: He has feelings for Iwaizumi Hajime, who probably has casual lovers just like him in every major city he visits on business. Oikawa is just his Tokyo Boy, just another pit-stop on Iwaizumi’s travels. Businessman AU

Trial by Fire

Word count: 78k

Summary: (lawyer!AU - in which Iwaizumi loves his objections, Oikawa is beautiful, and they have more chemistry than two opposing attorneys probably should.)

Watch Me

Word count: 32k

Summary: Oikawa's a cam model. It’s been a month since Iwaizumi first spoke in his chat. When they meet in person, things get complicated. Cam model AU

Angst

open when

Word count: 1k

Summary: Iwaizumi knew it was coming, but it still hurt. It still hurt when he opens one letter and drowns it in the tears he cannot keep at bay.

Chasing Paper Suns

Word count: 10k

Summary: Post-high school,     Oikawa makes it to the national volleyball team but Iwaizumi doesn't. The     next three years become an exercise in growing up without growing apart

Quote: “ ‘it’s just—I’m     just trying so hard—’‘What, and I’m not?’

Timeless (We Have 30 Days)

Word count: 12k

Summary: Or AU where you're branded 50 days before you die. But Oikawa doesn't tell anyone so now there's only 30 days left.

the weight of water

Word count: 6k

Summary: “Again,” he says, the smallest tremor in his voice, and Oikawa blinks at him a moment before smiling, soft and sweet. “Iwa-chan,” he replies, and Iwaizumi closes his eyes. “Again.” “Iwa-chan.”

Canon Compliant

Are You Listening?

Word count: 4k

Summary: 30 times oikawa said i love you and 1 time he didn't have to

Quote: “Iwa-chan, watch out for the log—!” Oikawa looked on in horror as his best friend tripped and fell flat on his face.

Edge of the balcony

Word count: 8k

Summary: Iwaizumi looks older, he realizes. Oikawa knew he had aged as well, and so did everyone around him, but the thing was when you see people often, you don't notice the subtle changes in appearance. And Oikawa hadn't seen Iwaizumi in four years.

How can this loser ever win

Word count: 2k

Summary: everyone is in stupid love with Iwaizumi Hajime and he has no idea

♡♡♡Lost in Translation

Word count: 9k

Summary: Because misfortune come in threes, Iwaizumi Hajime starts his Thursday having a screaming fight with Shittykawa, spends his lunch break listening to the UCI women's volleyball team gossiping about how Ushijima Wakatoshi had gone public about his longtime love affair with Oikawa Tooru, and closes out the day by drunkenly dropping his phone into a sewer grate.

maybe we could be enough

Word count: 9k

Summary: iwaizumi hums in reply as the car goes silent, frank ocean crooning from the speakers. they stop at a red light when iwaizumi feels eyes at the side of his face, and turns to look at oikawa.

Most people never even get a single high school rival

Word count: 5k

Summary: Team Argentina gets to know Iwaizumi Hajime (27) Athletic Trainer.

Primavera

Word count: 8k

Summary: They say it takes twenty-six years, for certain breeds to fully bloom.

Quote: Did you know that distance is only me, growing towards you?

♡♡♡rest on your laurels

Word count: 4k

Summary: In Iwaizumi’s heart of hearts, untouched by time, they are young and alive, burning with the hearth of home and bright as winter light. Unbreakable. Invincible.

♡♡♡Something Borrowed

Word count: 16k

Summary: In which Oikawa and Iwaizumi have always been a foregone conclusion to everyone else, but a massive, unanswered question to one another.

‘Til Infinity

Word count: 2k

Summary: “Hey,” he says, “that cloud looks kind of like a dick.”

Quote: “I got you ladybug”

♡♡♡ You Set Off a Dream In Me

Word count: 15k

Summary: In which Oikawa is 41 and ready to retire. He's at the top of his game and ready to find a new challenge. Turns out his new challenge is pretty familiar. It's high school, round 2.

Quote: A past with an Iwaizumi that wasn’t on the opposite side of the net, monsters on all sides, guiding a setter that had lived the dream left behind in the ruins of Tooru’s past self.

Canon Divergent

a world alone

Word count: 60k

Summary: Iwaizumi has his medical books on the musculoskeletal system. Oikawa has his research papers on parallel universes. It isn't until much, much later that they realize they have each other.

♡Almost a Stranger

Word count: 16k

Summary: Iwa-chan's leaving Kapan. Tooru's not sure he can forgive him, but he's not going to admit his long-held feelings, either. A trip to Miyajima complicates everything.

Quote: There are only two things that have ever broken Oikawa Tooru’s heart. Iwa-chan would say Tooru has no heart to break, but that’s simply untrue.

Count your blessings, it goes 1,2,3, me

Word count: 7k

Summary: He's unsettled by the undefined boundaries of their relationship so it's all his luck that he accidentally wins three wishes to be granted just for him, and all that comes to mind is Iwaizumi.

Quote: Now, as an adult, past convenience of circumstance and the haze of hormonal lust, exactly none of his feelings have worn off

♡♡♡the courtship ritual of the hercules beetle

Word count: 66k

Summary: Tooru is pretty sure he could manage the mating habits of a mosquito. It’s the mating habits of people he can’t seem to get right.

♡days fall away

Word count:17k

Summary: Except now he’s back home, so close to his old haunts and to Oikawa himself, and it's—weird.

Quote: “You and Tooru,” he begins, and then shrugs. “I was just thinking, you look at each other a lot.” And he walks away, leaving Hajime winded, and sort of aching, somewhere deep in his chest. Whatever that means.

♡here comes your man

Word count: 8k

Summary: Iwa-chan, it reads, Have a good day today! Good luck! <3 <3 <3 Suga chokes. It’s hard to imagine anyone calling the scowling and fierce Doctor Iwaizumi “Iwa-chan.” But marriage probably comes with all sorts of liberties. Doctor AU

♡♡In damp earth my body

Word count: 15k

Summary: Onscreen, the nation’s favorite setter has arranged himself so that he’s bowing, forehead pressed to the court, like he’s thanking everyone for their kindness thus far, like he’s asking for forgiveness. Hajime thinks: shit, it’s really happening

In the Business of Love

Word count: 22k

Summary: Meet Oikawa Tooru: He's a best-selling shoujo manga artist, a hardcore romantic and you won't believe where he's getting his lovey dovey fodder from...Enter Iwaizumi Hajime: He's Oikawa's best friend, a realist who also happens to be a wedding magazine writer despite not believing in romance...

Quote: A flare of pride lit in Oikawa as he watched Iwaizumi's eyes crinkle with mirth and in that yawning second, it bloomed into a warmth that bordered on a burn, forcing a bittersweet inhale.

it's been so long (nobody knows me the way you do)

Word count: 8k

Summary: Tooru hums, only half-listening. Somewhere along the way, Hajime’s palm has settled itself over the curve of Tooru’s cheek, thumb tracing over the line of his jaw.

Quote: Iwaizumi blushes even more. “That you’re here, I mean. I’m happy that you’re here. With me.”

♡♡♡Mint

Word count: 19k

Summary: It's the December after Iwaizumi’s last year in university when Tokyo welcomes him with a new ad campaign for Bright Days toothpaste, and Oikawa Tooru—fresh off a run at the 2016 Summer Olympics—has decided to grace the city with his signature grin, a flip of his wayfarer sunglasses, and the most irrepressible tag line for the signboard above.

Quote: "To be able to tell him, in the new year."  This comes under Oikawa's breath, so low that Matsukawa and Hanamaki can't hear, and the game continues.

Six-Month Lover

Word count: 89k

Summary: Iwaizumi barks out a laugh. “I’m still trying to get over the fact that you made a PowerPoint presentation about why we should date.” Oikawa doesn’t tell him the file has existed for the last twelve years, constantly receives updates, and that the original copy contained almost a hundred slides before he forced himself to get a grip.

Special Relativity

Word count: 22k

Summary: Time moves differently for people in different inertial reference frames. Oikawa goes on a two-year exploratory mission in space. Iwaizumi's been waiting for a lot longer than that.

♡♡sunset towns

Word count: 33k

Summary: In the summer of 2020, Oikawa Tooru returns home from his first successful stint as captain of Japan’s national volleyball team. In one hand, he holds the undisputed weight of an Olympic medal, and in the other, his unresolved feelings for a childhood best friend.

♡♡Thirty Years and Change (the Games of the XXXIII Olympiad)

Word count:     19k

Summary: It’s July 10th, 2024, and Oikawa Tooru is an Olympian. His smiling face airs on an NHK promo every 45 seconds. He’s captain of the national men’s volleyball team, reigning star of the professional leagues, and he hasn't spoken to Iwaizumi Hajime in two years.

Quote: Oikawa’s grin in  the last set of the morning’s game. Oikawa’s grin as they sat on their asses on a golf course. Oikawa’s grin when they were in college. When they were in high school. When they were twenty-two, seventeen, fifteen, twelve, six.

High School

Bet On It

Word count: 13k

Summary: Hajime knows exactly how shitty Oikawa's personality is, and has no scruples whatsover about betting Oikawa six thousand yen that he can't be nice for an entire week.

Quote: The whole instant-compliance thing was seriously creeping him out. Oikawa from a week ago would have made a crack about how if he'd wanted something cold, he could have just put his face on Hajime's shoulder.

Betweens

Word count: 2k

Summary: Iwaizumi is asleep in the club room. Oikawa is blindingly awake in the club room. The sun moves slowly across the sky, and Iwaizumi’s skin is gold underneath it. Oikawa watches the changing shadows on Iwaizumi’s face and thinks about nothing in particular.

Don’t think too much

Word count: 6k

Summary:  In which Oikawa and Iwaizumi have a confusing, drunken encounter and then deal with the (sticky) consequences.

Quote: As soon as that thought crossed his mind, though, Oikawa did what he always did:  exactly the opposite of what Hajime wanted

Gates

Word count: 12k

Summary: The day after their graduation ceremony, they drive to the beach at Shirahama. Iwaizumi drives, because it’s his car, and as he has told Oikawa on multiple occasions, he’d rather die than let him touch the wheel.

Quote: ‘Yeah,’ he says, because they’re on a beach, and they’re supposed to be on a metaphorical journey, and they’re supposed to be growing up, and completing rites of passage, so it’s honesty, today - just for today, at least.

♡♡i sing the body electric

Word count: 8k

Summary: It was never part of the plan, falling in love with his best friend, but then again, most things in Iwaizumi’s life that involve Oikawa rarely unfold the way he thinks they will.

Quote: But Iwaizumi thinks about Oikawa laughing with that girl in the low light of the gym, a particular kind of quiet intimacy that Iwaizumi’s only ever read about in books hovering in the air, and all it makes him feel is small and petty and spiteful.

it’s better than words

Word count: 3k

Summary: [ or : oikawa makes iwaizumi participate in three bonding activities for new friends, and iwaizumi just wants to know why oikawa's being so weird about this]

Make sure you cross the line

Word count: 4k

Summary: With graduation just around the corner, Iwaizumi knows he has to gather the courage to really ask Oikawa out.

Quote: He’s been asking Iwaizumi to go out with him every single day this past week, increasingly panicked about getting his time and attention now that they’re nearing the end of this season of their lives.

Only the jellyfish know

Word count: 6k

Summary: Their third and final year at Aoba Jousai has come to an end, and the guys decide to go to the beach the day after graduation. That day, the ocean water is salty, the watermelon is sweet, and the people are sweeter.

static

Word count: 6k

Summary: Being snowed in with all of Seijou volleyball in his childhood home brings back a lot of memories for Iwaizumi, because it's kinda Oikawa's childhood home too.

Quote: It's fate that brought them together and choice that keeps them that way. The closest description in Hajime’s vocabulary is partners, but only because Oikawa taught him what its true definition is.

Told before and told again

Word count: 3k

Summary: This is how Hajime and Tooru fall in love, through the accounts of those around them.

Quote: When Oikawa lets out a long, heavy breath, Iwaizumi looks up at him and frowns, and flings a towel over Oikawa’s head to cover his face. Then, he tugs, once, on Oikawa’s fingers, and leads him down the hallway, Oikawa walking quietly in tow.

♡we can do better than that

Word count: 16k

Summary: Oikawa and Iwaizumi go on a road trip during the summer after their high school graduation. It doesn't go as expected, but maybe that's not such a bad thing after all.

Quote: Because Iwaizumi’s known Oikawa nearly all his life and never felt anything more than vague affection usually followed by intense irritation for him. But then suddenly at eighteen years old and nearly two weeks into a very badly planned road trip, it’s like someone flipped a switch somewhere inside Iwaizumi

♡when it starts to rain, they go inside

Word count: 33k

Summary: “Where?” starts Iwaizumi.“ My parent’s old lakehouse, silly, didn’t you hear me the first time?” OR: Oikawa takes Iwaizumi to his lakehouse for two weeks, post-graduation.

reassemble it

Word count: 15k

Summary: When Tooru was six years old, he discovered—unbeknownst to him at the time—two of the most important things in his life: volleyball and Iwaizumi Hajime. It was ironic that he had stumbled upon them hand in hand—quite literally, too.

♡things that change, things that stay the same

Word count: 8k

Summary: Oikawa realizes he's in love with his best friend; it sucks for a while. (But only a while.)

Quote: Iwaizumi’s expression right now is less terrified than it used to get back then, but he’s tight-lipped with concern, and his broad body blocks out other passengers as if their stares might be a danger to Tooru too.

University AU

An Archaeology of Affection

Word count: 23k

Summary: For Hajime, it is a riddle and simultaneously so evident. It fills his chest, surging like water, paints heat up his neck. In retrospect, it eats up his days, makes them its own until it feels like his heart has always been in his throat at the smile thrown over Oikawa’s shoulder, the stilling of his fingers on Hajime’s sleeve.

closure

Word count: 22k

Summary: In his first year of university, Oikawa builds a new friendship and upgrades an old one. Or: Ushijima is not a great wingman, but he tries his best.

Quote: “On the first day of his university career, Oikawa Tooru walks into his dorm, spots his assigned roommate, and turns one hundred and eighty degrees and walks right back out. He dials a familiar phone number - the first one he ever memorized - and starts complaining before Iwaizumi even gets the chance to say hello. “Iwa-chan,” he says, “tell me why Ushiwaka is in my dorm room.”

♡♡♡galaxies, within you

Word count: 21k

Summary: Hajime and Tooru move in together at the start of university. Too bad they’re stuck with the two gremlins that haunt their apartment.

Quote: I AM A HEADASS

Hands to yourself

Word count: 11k

Summary: He missed his parents, and he missed Takeru, and Takeru's badly behaved puppy. He missed Aoba Jousai, and he missed the volleyball team. He even missed Karasuno and Shiratorizawa, just a little.

Home, and how we made ours

Word count: 3k

Summary: “No, I like it here.” There’s a rustling as Iwaizumi shifts, inching closer. “I like it here, as in this crappy apartment—with you.”

Quote: “Do your fights end up being like—you know, about actual things and then extending into toddler days and suddenly you’re accusing Iwaizumi of kissing the girl you used to like in preschool?”

in progress to you

Word count: 6k

Summary: The eventuality of Oikawa and Iwaizumi falling toward each other is dramatically lackluster. Still, it's a process to go through.

Quote: “But what if you didn’t eat my pudding all the time?” Iwaizumi asks flatly, ignoring the way Oikawa is slapping his thigh to get out of his chokehold. “Do you think I buy them for you, huh? I buy them for me, you turd.”

Like we’re made of starlight

Word count: 6k

Summary: (a look into iwaizumi hajime’s journey of falling in love with oikawa tooru, from when they’re babies meeting for the first time to young adults moving in together.)

Ninety nine percent

Word count: 14k

Summary: more than anything, oikawa tooru wants to be with iwaizumi hajime, but he's only ninety nine percent of the way there.

Quote: Their ace was lining up for the ball, knees bent and arm pulled back, just as Tooru tosses the ball……to Hajime.

no sleep in the city

Word count: 7k

Summary: Along their journey to find Tokyo's best ramen, Iwaizumi finds himself asked again and again why Oikawa is still single.

Quote: “I was only telling Hanamaki literally yesterday that your personality isn’t as vile as before,” Iwaizumi informs, slightly stiff from the way Oikawa’s got an arm looped through his own. “Why do you make me such a liar to people I care about?”

Out of nowhere

Word count: 8k

Summary: They move in together after graduation and it's doing weird things to Iwaizumi's heart. He's a little in denial about it.

Quote: Oikawa excitedly ran up to him when Iwaizumi came home with groceries the other day. Not about the food but just to say how boring everything is when Iwaizumi's not there, eyes shining, and he couldn't meet his gaze after from blushing down to his neck. He doesn't know how much more he can take.

♡♡shiver

Word count: 16k

Summary: Oikawa was always the brave one. Hajime just followed two paces behind.

Quote: “I’m in love with you,” Oikawa tells him three days after they graduate junior high, head in his lap and hands gently folded over his chest and completely and totally unconcerned that he’d just shattered Hajime’s world.

Terpischore

Word count: 38k

Summary: They’d ended up going to different universities, Tooru and he. The distance was good for them. The confession Hajime dropped in both their laps wasn’t. That’s how it’d ended – a lifetime of friendship crumbled to dust in the space of five minutes. (Or, a lesson in learning to move on from things you can't have, in finding old loves in new ways and in understanding that life is never truly simple... till it is.)

terrarium

Word count: 11k

Summary: At this point, is he really happy with just staying best friends forever? Will he be writing journals and collecting rocks forever (he will, he knows, but that is aside from the point)?

these foolish things (remind me of you)

Word count: 3k

Summary: Oikawa helps Iwaizumi move into his new college dorm.

Quote: He’s desperate for something to happen. It must show on his face because Iwaizumi blushes and looks away. The thing is, Oikawa always looks at him like this when Iwaizumi isn’t paying attention.

They say it rains diamonds on Jupiter

Word count: 35k

Summary: "You're in love with him. "Hajime considers denying it. "Yeah," he says instead.

Quote: “Share the weight of your feelings with me, Hajime wants to beg when he hears Tooru's first hitched breath. Let me carry some of your burdens”

to be first, to be best

Word count: 26k

Summary: Hajime is apparently something of a masochist, and as he stares down at the tie-dyed AREA51 T-shirt in his hands, he thinks “I’m totally in love with this asshole, aren't I?”

Undecipherable

Word count: 4k

Summary: "Koi no yokan," he says. "The sense one can have upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall in love."

Quote: Because for all the bravado, for all the flaunting Oikawa does, he wants Hajime by his side, and no one else.

♡we shine like diamonds

Word count: 26k

Summary: "You know Abe-kun from class?" they snicker, hands cupped around their mouths like they're passing along a filthy secret. "I hear his older brother is... gay."

Where you are (I’ll be)

Word count: 6k

Summary: Theirs is a love that starts out like a seed and it takes two sets of hands tending it for a shoot to appear. There are no dramatic declarations of love, only a pair of hands that find each other again and again and again.

Quote: Oikawa broke off into giggles as Hajime slowed the descent of his hand from a slap to the back of Oikawa’s head to a gentle ruffle of the taller boy’s hair

♡♡with every second that you could give

Word count: 9k

Summary: The journey of Iwaizumi and Oikawa going for gold.

Quote: He knows they’re too close. Iwaizumi knows it too, and they both decided to move in together anyway.

Your love is sunlight

Word count: 6k

Summary: It's Iwaizumi's birthday, and they have a talk about the future.

Quote: But Hajime doesn’t think any present could top this: them, kissing in a sun-dappled bathroom, Oikawa’s skin warm under his hands, and the promise of a life together stretched out before them.