#so if you're wondering that's my i'm suddenly posting musings.

[chuluoyi]

HAPPY MARRIAGE

- nanami kento x reader

“you don't deserve to be unhappy. and i don’t want to be unhappy, either.” you have always wondered where did you and kento go wrong. in the wake of your divorce, as you both returned to single lives, you and kento would come to realize what constitutes a happy marriage is... and it takes more than just love

genre/warnings: post-divorce angst, crack, misunderstandings, arguments, hurt/comfort, bestfriend!gojo is going to help your love life, and fluff in the end!

note: this fic... goes through a major change overnight after i was struck with a wholly different plot *sobs* and then i went through a major writing block for at least a week before i know what words i'm going to write :') anyways, this isn't really proofread so please forgive any typos to the anon who requested this and others, i do hope you'll enjoy it! tagging @tiredkitten as per request <3

listen to: today more than yesterday - kim jong kook

a part of 1K MILESTONE EVENT

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No divorce ever comes easy.

When couples enter into marriage, they do so with the dream of a lifelong bond filled with love and compassion. You too did once. And even until now, you still want that for yourself.

When you married Nanami Kento three years ago, you thought it was for eternity. He was your dream man, the only man you could see yourself with. He embodied everything that was just and righteous, and he was also kind man, who would always put you first, shielding you from any sort of harm.

Even if the source of that ‘harm’ turned out to be himself.

“You don't deserve to be unhappy. and I don’t want to be unhappy, either.”

Strangely, you didn't resent Kento that much, in the end. At that time, both of you had come to terms with it and you couldn't blame anyone. But now, six months later, as you sat in this shabby bar, downing shots of gin with your thoughts swirling in an alcohol-induced haze, your emotions were all over the place, and moreover, the presence of a certain clown before you was just particularly irksome, and you knew that he was someone you could blame—

“Gojo, you prick!”

Gojo raised one righteous eyebrow. "Who, me? Sorry, but I'm not your ex-husband?"

Gojo Satoru was the witness to several milestone in your life. Insufferable as he was, somehow you clicked with him ever since your early days as a jujutsu sorcerer. You remembered sending him your handpicked wedding invitation, having him celebrating your promotions, and then coming to him with tears running down your face in the middle of the night, telling him, “We are getting a divorce.”

"You!" you snapped, slamming down your glass of gin, whipping your head around to face the blindfolded idiot that was your longtime friend. Your index finger accusingly aimed at him. "This is all your fault!"

"Wha—"

"Because of you!"

"Okay, now it's clear that you're just too far gone—"

You hiccupped, your tone laced with fiery emotion. "If it weren't for you—if you hadn't been so adamant about setting us up back then—!"

Gojo grimaced. Ah, so this was the so-called drunken musings. While it was amusing to see his friend of 7 years in this state, even he couldn't deny how a tad bit pitiful you were.

"...then maybe," you started to deflate, eyes watering and lips trembling, sniffling. "I-I won't have to go through this..."

Correction, you were so pitiful you had no idea. But still, as a longtime associate, he couldn't bring himself to abandon you there, wallowing in your sorrows all alone.

He sighed and patted your back. "There, there... what about I introduce you to other guys, hmm? See if it'll lessen the pain away?"

You shot him a look so hateful despite your bleary vision. "No! Last time you did, it ended in a divorce for me! I refuse to let you turn me into a two-time divorcee!"

"I'm pretty sure your marriage is far from my business, I'm just your kind-hearted, handsome broker—"

"Bah! You— tasteless prick!"

You burped loudly afterwards and Gojo winced, and then you suddenly (and theatrically, he might add) slumped face-down onto the table with a thud, passed out in all your drunken glory.

And Gojo could only stare at you in somewhat disbelief.

. . .

He thought then, that you were definitely going to owe him one after this.

More often than not, throughout the past six months, Nanami also found himself thinking about you too.

Despite his calm exterior, separation with you didn't come easy for him. There was a reason he married you in the first place—he had loved you, and he too wanted it to last. You used to be the reason he went home on time each and everyday, the reason he eagerly anticipated spending his weekends with.

Everything had fallen apart before either of you realized it. Some disagreements suddenly spiraled into lonely nights, no updates during longer missions, your tears, and then ended with both of you filing the papers in the city hall to end it all.

Six months ago, he thought he was final with his decision. He thought it was the best as he was faced with the sight of your tear-streaked face.

“Kento, I’m not asking m-much, am I?” you asked between sobs, wiping your tears harshly. “Aren’t w-we family? Shouldn’t we be doing a lot of things—together?”

Recalling that moment now, it tugged at his heartstrings anew. Yet, despite everything...

“I’m telling you, I know my limits—”

“Is that all you have to say? Don’t you know how sick with worry I am?” you ended up shouting at him, voice quivering. “Put yourself in my shoes and think: how can I possibly sleep at night, constantly fearing that my husband might—” your voice broke, fresh tears flowing freely. “—might not come back?!”

He was the one who backed away first, who made you lose all hope, and ultimately, placed the sentence upon you.

“If you don't have it in you to... then, perhaps it's for the best that we... just get a divorce.”

"Nanami-san, you okay?"

He looked up from the sizzling barbeque grill pan to his junior, Ino Takuma, who looked concerned as he flipped the meat. "You have been staring into space for a while..."

"I'm fine, Ino-kun." He looked down and grabbed the tongs, flipping his side of beef.

Ino let out a sympathetic sigh. "Honestly, lately, you seem down."

Words he was holding back were "ever since your divorce", but Ino was pretty sure his senior understood the implicaton.

Nanami hummed. "Sometimes life just doesn't go as swimmingly... I'm fine."

Ino never really knew you that well and was curious. In fact, he was so very curious. When it comes to Nanami Kento, everything he does and has done is always with justified and sound reason, but he might be biased because the 7:3 sorcerer was his role model.

It might verge on invading his privacy, but—

"They said... Gojo-san was your matchmaker back then?" he went through with the question anyway, testing the waters. "I don't mean to pry, but I just thought it's cute."

To Ino's surprise, Nanami's lips curled into a small smile. "It's fine, Ino-kun. I think it has become common knowledge by now. Yeah... he was."

"For you to have fallen for someone who was Gojo's acquaintance... it speaks volumes about how charming Y/N is."

"Mmm," he nodded slightly as he indulged in the grilled meat. "She is."

"Nanami-san." Okay, Ino was starting to think that he wouldn't be getting his point across if he went the roundabout way. He would shoot it straight then. "I don't mean to patronize you... but if you're really that miserable, then I think you should go back to her and talk things out, no?"

Nanami put down his chopsticks and let out a soft sigh, making Ino to immediately regret his blatant suggestion.

"Before arriving at such a difficult decision, of course we did try to discuss some things," he explained, his gaze meeting his calmly. "I don't take matters like divorce lightly, Ino-kun."

"But still... now—"

To drove the point home, Nanami chose to vocalize the conclusion that still left a bitter taste in his mouth to this day:

"She is unhappy with the way things are, and I have to come to terms with the fact that I can't provide what she needs."

Ino's gaze fell in dejection. "Nanami-san..."

Nanami chuckled fondly. “I appreciate your concern, Ino-kun. Thank you.”

In front of his junior, he could maintain composure and narrated the collapse of his own marriage as if he were a mere spectator. But in his heart of hearts, Nanami Kento wasn’t at all the stoic man he made everyone believed he was—the fact that he had failed to give you the life of happiness he promised on the day he proposed to you still stung him to this day.

It hurt him, but echoing your words, he couldn't subject you to a marriage that felt like a dull cohabitation with little understanding.

“We never really talk anymore, do we...? We never really work on our problems too. Kento, lately, I feel like... things have changed.”

Suppose what he had to do was letting you go now.

It was easier said than done, because when Nanami saw you the next day at the school—this being the first time in several weeks—he almost couldn’t keep his cool.

"Ichiji, don't be too stiff!" you slapped the poor guy in the back with a giggle. "It's just me, it's been a while!"

You didn't look much different than the last he saw you—still the chirpy self he unwittingly fell in love with, staying on top of the latest fashion trends and all. Yet, there was definitely something different about you, something he just couldn't quite identify...

And then those cheerfulness deflated when your gaze met his, eyes widening as you tried to get your bearings. "Oh—h-hi, Kento."

That's too forced. It was so unnatural that made him almost wince.

"Hello." But the tremble in his voice, too, betrayed him. "Have you been well?"

You shifted your gaze away from him, and right before you answered, you let out a cough, and that was when he spotted it: you looked kind of pale.

"I'm fine."

"Oh, that's good then."

Silence. This was the absolute worst.

Nanami exhaled. It was you he was talking to, his ex-wife. He knew you inside out—or at least, he used to. He knew you didn't like this dryness as much as he did. He had to say something.

He braved himself. "Are you here for a mission?"

You looked at him in slight surprise. "Oh... yeah."

Darn it. Another dry reply.

"There... is a cursed totem in North Tokyo," you elaborated, not really looking at him. "Gojo's out from tomorrow until next week. I'm substituting for him to assist the first years."

"Are you sure you're up for that?" Nanami found himself asking before he could stop. "I mean no disrespect, but you look a bit pale."

"I am," you snapped, leaving him surprised. It was as though he had unintentionally struck a nerve, quickly turning your mood sour. "I'm fully capable of handling this, Kento."

"Please, I don't mean to upset you. I'm just..."

Worried about you. Somehow his throat closed in, it didn't really feel right to say that now.

"—I know how rash you can be." He regretted his words as soon as they were out.

It was clearly a bad choice of words as you took offense, your expression quickly turned into one of disdain.

"How rich... that it's coming from you," you scowled.

Memories of your failed marriage flooded your mind's eye. The long nights your ex-husband didn't bother to leave you a message. How he would return home with wounds and blood staining his clothes. And now... he had the nerve to insinuate that you were the reckless one?

"I can take care of myse—"

"That's a whole load of bullshit!"

Good grief. Why must Gojo pick this exact scene to show up?

The blindfold took big strides and halted between the two of you, pointing one finger in your face.

“Last night, she got wasted. Like totally wasted! She could barely walk straight afterwards and then she had the audacity to blame me! Me! For all her mess! Goodness, I’m just a very chivalrous friend and yet—”

"Shut up!" you were horrified, face flushed with embarrassment. "Gojo, you complete jerk!"

Nanami wouldn't admit it, but there was always something between you and Gojo Satoru that made him a bit uncomfortable, even way back when the two of you were still married. Perhaps the closeness, the candidness you shared. He knew you wouldn't harbor anything for someone as elusive as Gojo Satoru, but still, it remained an uncomfortable sight for him.

Like there was nothing pleasant about knowing Gojo Satoru was the one taking care of you in your drunken stupor. You shouldn't have in the first place. If it were him, he wouldn't let you hurt yourself. If he were still the one by your side—

Despite himself, thoughts like that swirled in his mind far often than he would've liked.

Suddenly, the air felt stifling. Nanami didn't like this at all, and even as you two were still harmlessly bickering, he chose to leave.

"Oiii, Nanami!"

He had barely left the room when the person he disliked the most emerged from the door, following closely behind him. Gojo evidently knew what his thoughts were. As irritating as he was, the bloke was smart, he wasn't the strongest for nothing.

"Na-na-mi! You can't just leave like that! We're going to have lunch together—"

"Gojo-san," Nanami stopped in his tracks and let out an exasperated sigh, throwing the white-haired idiot a glare so hard it would curse him if only glares could. "Please stop bothering me."

“How cold-hearted,” the blindfold replied in a mocking scoff. “No matter how, she was once your wife. How could you not care one bit?”

“We have gone on our separate ways, and if she is good with the way things are, then so am I.”

What a lie. He still couldn't help but to care. If you ever needed his help in whatever way even now, he would still move heavens for you.

“And that’s where you’re wrong, Nanami,” Gojo suddenly interjected in a less playful manner. “She is really missing you, you know.”

But you had your best friend by your side, didn't you? Someone perfect, without equal. Surely, you wouldn't need him anymore.

Gojo raised an eyebrow. "How are you so sure that she's good with the way things are?"

"What exactly is she not good with?"

"Everything? You never ask her."

This was getting irritating, and before Nanami really lost control over himself, he finally drew a line.

"Gojo-san, I'm tired of people assuming things about our current relationship," he said, leveling a piercing look at him. "We are both adults. We reached the decision to separate because we both know why. If this is your way of showing concern, then thank you—but I'd prefer if you didn't interfere any further. We're handling this just fine, and by all means, I think people should stop associating us anymore."

With that, he left. Even when he wanted to stay longer with you, even when, in his wildest dreams, he wanted to rebuild everything with you again—

He knew you were there, hearing all of this.

Gojo clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed. "Grr... You're so stubborn..."

. . .

There was a reason why you went to the school. Yaga's sudden request and of course, the chance to see Nanami again.

But when your conversation ended in a bitter note and he walked away, a part of you plunged into instant panic, compelling you to eavesdrop on his conversation with Gojo.

But as expected from you cool ex-husband, he was all rationale and logic.

By all means, I think people should stop associating us anymore.

Nanami would think so, wouldn't he? And he wouldn't be bothered either.

You shouldn't have expected more. This was no television drama in which the couple would get back together that easily. You were living in the harsh reality of jujutsu world, which basically, was the cause of your divorce in the first place.

At one point, you found it all to be exhausting, but upon reflection, it was more painful to acknowledge that he never truly fought to keep you by his side.

Tears welled up in your eyes unbidden, and you walked away quickly, brushing them away.

This is it. There is no use hoping anymore.

If you weren't on missions, then you'd likely be drinking. This had been the undeniable truth over the past few weeks.

Gojo found both you and Nanami to be irritating. The way both of you would evade each other was just plain stupid by this point, since it was clear to anyone with eyes that you were still not over each other.

"Nanami! Why don't you join us for dinner tonight!"

And since you were such an irritable drunk, he chose to keep poking the easier target.

Nanami shot him a scathing look, definitely done. "I have a prior appointment. Goodbye."

"Hoh?! But! They'll have free drinks!"

For the life of him, Nanami just wanted to go back home. He had minus interest in free drinks and even less in Gojo himself, and he would make his points clear.

"For the last time, I'm telling you, I don't want any part in your—"

Ring! Ring! Ring!

"Ooh, wait a minute, Nanamin! I got a call!"

Nanami gritted his teeth in pure annoyance. He truly didn't care about his call and seized the chance to walk away quickly, eager to flee.

Until—

"Hello? Yes. Yes... what? Huh— Y/N is rushed to hospital?"

...and that caused him to halt abruptly. Suddenly, his entire body went rigid, as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water.

You're hurt?

"I mean why—the hell? Severe bleeding?!" Gojo's voice dramatically rose, seemingly in surprise. "Whoa, uh, traffic accident?!"

Within seconds, everything as he knew it came to an end. He spun around, yanking the phone from Gojo's grasp, indifferent to whether it caught the latter off guard or not.

"Which hospital is this?" he demanded from the person on the other end, his voice rough and harsh. Suddenly, the fog in his mind dissipated, and he was consumed by panic.

"I'm sorry, sir, that's not—oh, it's Tokyo General Hospital—"

"Thank you." Nanami shoved the phone back to Gojo and broke into a sprint, in search of taxi.

At this moment, everything was a plethora of chaos—his surroundings melded into a blur, the constant honking of nearby vehicles echoed in his ears, and the relentless pounding in his chest threatened to overwhelm him. Nothing else held any significance. Nothing, except you.

Why did you get hurt? How did you even get into a traffic accident?

This was maddening. His world was falling apart hard and fast. The beginnings of heartbreak, stirring and churning in the depths of his stomach, once again threatened to drown him whole—

To others it may seem laughable that he was this shaken over an ex-wife, but precisely because you were his ex-wife was why he was running through the streets of Shibuya, opting not to take the cab as the traffic jam was at its peak.

Oh, how Nanami regretted it. He regretted a multitude of things; those long nights, silent treatments, your tears, divorcing you. If he could turn back the time, he'd do anything in his power to prevent that divorce from ever happening. He'd treasure you better, he'd make time for you more—

Because what if, now you were really slipping away from him for good? What if, he would never see you ever again?

Within minutes, he arrived at the said hospital, haggard, spooking the nurses, demanding your room number.

Thank heavens that the visiting hour wasn't over yet. He marched towards the said room, all of his logic and rationale flying out of window as he threw open the door.

And then he saw the pristine bed, IV drip, and you—

Sitting upright on the bed, turning a page of a magazine, your eyes widening and blinking at him in complete confusion—

Huh, what?

The last thing you would expect after waking up in the hospital was your ex-husband barging in unannounced, looking as though he'd just survived a whirlwind.

"Kento...?" you almost squeaked, taken aback at the sight.

His hair was a sweaty mess, his usually immaculate suit was crinkled and his tie was loosened, but it was the look in his eyes that grabbed your attention—as if expecting the worst.

“Are you alright?” he grounded out, approaching you in deliberately slow steps. “How long has it since you woke up?”

“Um... yes? Since about an hour or so.” You frowned. “Kento, what are you doing here?”

“They said you have severe bleeding, involved in an accident—”

“What! No! Did the hospital reach out to you?” you felt a bit uncomfortable at the thought. “I was sure I have removed you from my emergency contacts—”

“Gojo did—”

Suddenly, understanding dawned on him, and he cursed under his breath. “That rotten bastard!”

You blinked, unsure of what he meant at all. To his credit, Nanami didn’t dwell long on his thoughts and faced you once again with another fresh batch of confusion. “Wait, Gojo is your emergency contact? Why?”

“Should anything happen to me and a payment is required to settle it, he can handle the bills first?”

If Nanami didn’t look exasperated before then he sure did now. “Y/N… you…”

He released the deepest sigh imaginable before settling onto the sofa, further tousling his hair and removing his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose.

“Did you know I ran to get here because I thought something bad happened to you?” Nanami stated in a strained voice.

Why did your heart skip a beat? Why was Nanami suddenly playing the part of a concerned husband when the time for it has long passed?

Feeling suddenly irritated, you rolled your eyes. “I just passed out due to high blood pressure. It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” his eyes squared on you, quiet anger behind them. “In what sense does you passing out ever ‘not a big deal’? What have you been doing?”

"Why does that even matter to you still?" you contested. "You were the one who said everyone should stop linking us together by now."

"Y/N, you're missing the—"

"You divorced me!" you screamed, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as the urge to cry threatened to consume you. "You... h-have divorced me, Nanami Kento!"

Nanami felt as if a blade had pierced and twisted his chest at the sight of you—your quivering form, the stifled sobs. He had never wished to see you in such despair again.

"So why!" you finally broke down and sobbed. "Why did you play the caring husband now? Why not before? Why do you keep toying with my feelings...?"

"I'm not." Nanami grunted, getting up and approaching your bed. "I never meant to. That was never my intention. I never—"

"Then what!? What are you doing? Why did you throw me out just like that and why now—"

"Believe me when I said that I never want you to be miserable!"

You halted mid-rant, eyes wide as you gazed at him. Blinking, you felt a tear roll down your cheek. It was the first time Nanami had ever raised his voice at you. Even in the past, he never had.

But suddenly, a sharp pain pierced through your abdomen, causing you to instinctively clutch it. You whimpered, a nearly involuntary squeak escaping you, feeling the intense burn inside.

Nanami immediately got a hold of your hunched form, alarmed. "What is it? What hurts?" When all you could manage were pained sniffles in response, he swiftly hit the nurses' button and enveloped you in his embrace.

"Hold on," he comforted, placing a hand over where you clutched your abdomen, trying to offer some relief in any way. "They'll be here soon, don't pass out!"

"Mmngh," you gripped his hand in response, squeezing it as you slumped into his chest. For the first time in six months, you were enveloped in his warmth once again, and despite everything that had transpired, you were deeply moved by his gesture.

It took seeing you in such distress to dispel any doubts Nanami may have had. You were so petite against him, so delicate as you squirmed amidst your tears.

Had you experienced pain like this in the past six months? The thought made his heart lurch. Did no one comfort you at all?

. . .

And that was when he decided it.

He never, ever wants to see you in any sort of pain, ever again. And should it happen, then he'll be the one staying by your side, just like this.

Alcoholic gastritis. You consumed so much alcohol that it irritated your ulcer and causes a really painful tummy ache.

You could feel Nanami's judging gaze on you as your attending doctor explained your predicament. Truth to be told, you were quite ashamed. Your unhealthy lifestyle were laid bare before your ex-husband and it made you feel like a kid being scolded for misbehaving.

After the doctor left, Nanami sighed and pulled out a chair next to your bed. "Are you feeling better now?"

"Yeah..." you mumbled, avoiding his eyes. "Sorry, that... you have to see that."

But thankfully, he was unflappable as ever. "Nothing to be sorry about. It's fine."

You were kind of embarrassed of your outburst earlier too. While you didn't regret expressing your feelings, you pondered if could've done it in a less confrontational way.

At this point, you'd accept anything. Even if Nanami told you off after this—

"Let me continue from what I was saying earlier," he suddenly began, catching your attention. You perked up, and looked at him expectantly.

Nanami released a deep sigh, and the words he spoke next were ones you never thought you'd hear from him again.

"Did you remember what I said when I proposed our divorce?" he asked, somewhat rhetorically. You wordlessly nodded, because it was one of the lines that made you unable to hate him completely.

"I said, you don't deserve to be unhappy." Nanami looked you right in the eyes, undaunted. "And that still stands until now."

Now fully engrossed in his words, the rhythm of your heart intensified, echoing in your chest.

"It wasn't a decision I blurted out lightly. I know you're hurt, because I am too. I married you with a reason. I have loved you. and if you were to ask me now, my answer would be the same—I am still in love with you."

Why did it feel like your vision was beginning to blur once more?

"But," Nanami's face contorted into a frown, gazing hard at you. "If staying with me is what makes you miserable—if waiting nights after nights, hoping I can make it each time haunts you so much—then I'm more than willing to release you from that burden. I don't want to subject you to that life."

Warm tears slid down your cheeks. Sniffling, you averted your gaze, looking downwards.

"Look, I make you cry again," he sighed, a mix of fondness and sadness in his voice, as a bitter smile graced his lips. One of his thumbs gently lifted your jaw, while the other tenderly wiped away your tears.

"Kento, I—" you quickly looked up, swallowing the lump in your throat. You had made up your mind. "I don't want you to leav—"

"I know," he cut in, his voice solemn, as he stroked your tear-streaked cheeks. "I know, and that's exactly why I'm going to say what I'm about to say next."

And with his next words, your heart burst into complete, utter warmth—

"Let's start over." Nanami Kento's voice was your lifeline, anchoring you and keeping you afloat. "We can take our time. There's no rush—we can return to how things were in the beginning. And when you're ready, then and only then... will I ask you to marry me again."

The one person who has your heart in his grasp, someone whom you are willing to care way more than yourself... You were openly sobbing now and yet a radiant smile broke through your tears.

There was only one answer you had in mind.

Five years later

"Yes! Yes! Yay!"

Today was sunny, just like the day of your wedding. Memories flooded back as you glanced at the grand wedding portrait in the foyer, a snapshot of yourself and your husband in blissful celebration.

A smile tugged at your lips as you stared at the gentle smile on Kento's face amidst his typically stiff posture. You remembered his vows to you.

The one person who I will look for the rest of my life... is you. I have never met someone so important and precious to me that it hurts.

The sound of a car pulling up snapped you out of your reverie. Oh, he's home.

As you opened the door, your smile grew even broader, until a small figure darted past you at such speed that you were left gawking.

"Daddy!" your daughter's voice rang out with pure delight, leaping into your husband's arms the moment he swung the car door open, catching him off guard.

"Oh my, why are you so sweaty?" Kento inquired, scrutinizing your daughter with a puzzled frown, yet holding her close. "I thought we're going to the playground after this?"

"She's so excited for it that she keeps running and jumping around all the while," you chimed in with a gentle sigh, affectionately ruffling your daughter's hair as she beamed up at both of you.

Before long, the three of you set off to the playground, fulfilling the promise you had made to your daughter. As she entertained herself with the slides, Kento's low chuckle drew your attention. "What's so funny?"

"She takes after you a lot, you know," he remarked, a fond smile on his face. "The way she is just full of energy."

"Really? But sometimes she'll get this wrinkly little scowl on her face when she's annoyed—she looks like you then."

"Wrinkly...? No, surely I don't have that many wrinkles yet..."

Your laughter filled the air, a testament to the joy found in these simple, everyday moments.

Unexpected moments of joy, the comfort of family, and a love that had grown and evolved, stronger and more resilient with time...

And this, is what you'd call a happy marriage.

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IWTV S2 Ep4 Musings - Random (Spoilers)

IWTV's the type of show you need SEVERAL hours to unpaack--this is just the odds & ends I don't have as much to comment on. (I've queued five Ep4 musings for this evening, that are way more character/plot-heavy.)

Go AWF, Eglee! (Now I get why she lunged at Celeste like that--she was after Eglee's man!)

If someone don't get this Bilbo Baggins lookin arse ghoul TF off Louis' case--!

Sure, Mr. I Do Not Consider Myself Abused.

I hope they do, Louis, I'm not even joking. I'd love to see a whole new wave of TVC-based academia come out in AMC's wake. There's A LOT to chew on.

Get this pretty bish off my dang screeeeen.

At first I thought Daniel was referring to Lestat here, but Les isn't Lou's biographer. But I guess he meant because Les was commenting so much on everything in Louis' life at that time.

That cuck chair cost 10 million dollars, Armand.

I feel SO bad for him, if he didn't realize HOW MUCH Lestat was around--I KNOW Louis hallucinated Les while they were banging. 😬

😱

🤦

Daniel, you gigantic unmitigated MORON. 🤦 WHYYYYYYY would you reveal your hand like that?! This dude is SLIPPING. 😩

So Loumand kept dead victims saran-wrapped (bleh) in their flat, and let Daniel just stroll on in--"don't be afraid, just start the tape." No wonder Daniel called it a "dump."

Who's being reported missing/dead on the news? What's Armand mean by that being "enterprising/fascinating"? Daniel's penchant for following the scoop on gritty gory crimes?

But then Armand implied that in high school Daniel raped a girl and made her wear a paper bag over her head so he wouldn't have to look at her, not caring when she cried. 😱 And it was that "splinter of coldness in you" that made him fascinating to Armand. GOD. Anne Rice would be proud.

Louis look ready to reach over and wring Daniel's neck. 😅

Bienecke Library in New Haven is at Yale--they collect rare books & stuff. Lemme find out the Talamasca's posted up there. "Post-war reconstruction of Paris"--that's good, nice work, COLLECT YOURSELF.

Psst! I wouldn't touch that, knowing where it's been. 🤢🐀🐀🐀

Not this knockoff Lestat strutting around in housecoats. 😂

😨 I'm boycotting AMC & cancelling my AMC+ subscription.

So Loumand/Armand's art dealing was Louis' thing initially--I like it! He needs a job. I can imagine him at Sothebys or Christies or something.

If only Armand knew Florence told Louis "Don't come back, fragile son...." Louis and Marius both managed to capture the soul of Armand in art--I need to lay down.

THIS CREEP'S TRYNA STEAL ARMAND'S PHOTO! 😱 What a wanker! Literally! Dang, even in the 1940s Armand's not safe from pervs! 😩

Is this thievin pervin swindlin a-hole tryna warn MY Louis!?

(YES, actually, Louis; you DO.) Was it that Alois creep? Did Lou EVER have the correct photos? Is there a Talamasca mole in the archival staff? (Is it Rashid, LOL?) Or, god forbid, Alderman Fenwick was right all along (boo!): "You're a dumb pimp who got robbed blind years ago." A SPY'S afoot!

The jumpscares this episode are RELENTLESS! That startled me! 😅 And OUCH about the ageism. (NO ONE stood around clutching their pearls when Armand chokeslammed a little Black girl not THIRTY SECONDS AGO, but suddenly everyone's aghast that Armand hemmed up this old buffoon?!)

The SOUND I just made. XD

The coup's already happened--Loumand just doesn't know it yet. U_U

[marchtooctober]

My valentine gift for @wondrousmay @whateversawesome @shiro-s2e2-erukinzu @tare-chan

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A turn to left, a turn to right.

It was one of those rare nights when Loid could not shut himself down to rest. He's wondering why it is so. Maybe it was because his day wasn't as tiring as usual or because of the overdose of caffeine.

In the last two hours, his sleeplessness was spent on staring at the ceiling accompanied with a symphony of unspoken thoughts. His frustration is such that he flipped away the blanket to his side.

*creaking of the door

Loid left the room and did not bother switching the lights on.

He sniffed in the scent of freshly changed curtains as he slid it to the side and without thinking much of it, he looked out of the window as he leaned himself against the corner. There is nothing remarkable below as it is already late into the night and the only ones to see are people who are yet to reach their own homes.

And so Loid had nothing to do but unconsciously stare at the night sky. Only a handful of shimmering stars can be seen due to the urban atmosphere. And more so, because of the full moon high up above, in all its glory.

"The moon is beautiful tonight." Came a voice behind Loid with no warning.

A combination of electrifying jolt and warm shiver spread throughout his body. It made him fix his posture but he did not turn. He didn't need to because he knew the voice. The one which has now grown overly familiar and speaks home to him, all that is sweet and serenity. Yet, like a stimulant, it was enough to affect his heartbeat and breathing which spiked even higher when the very person stood before him.

"You're still up at this time?"

"I'm sorry, Yor. I couldn't sleep." Loid said.

Under the moonlight, Yor looked as though she was its personified goddess.

"I went out to drink water. How about I brew you some tea?" She asked.

"That sounds good. Thank you."

It was merely a minute but Loid was holding his breath. He was caught off guard again by Yor and he contemplated how many times this already happened. In vain he lost count and he was aware that it will do him no good even if he knew. He'd still be vulnerable all the same.

"Here, Loid."

Yor held the cup by the corner near the base so handle is facing Loid. But even with this, their fingertips never failed to make contact. Surely, they would have flinched, if it wasn't for the tea-filled ceramic that they're holding.

Loid tried to compose himself and it frustrated him and he felt rather fidgety.

"Thank you." Loid could say no more than that.

He carelessly drew the cup and burned his lips. It showed on his face that it hurt him quite a bit. How he wish it didn't because Yor stepped nearer to him in worry.

"I must have served it too hot! I'm sorry... Does it hurt?"

Loid could not speak but shook his head, not wanting her to mind it. But it seems Yor did not notice and decided on something else. Swiftly, she held Loid's face and closed in for a kiss.

Loid froze. Again, he was caught off guard. This act is about to drive him mad. It was torture and pleasure at the same time. Though he wanted to shy away, there was no way to resist this attack that took him by surprise.

Soft and lingering. Swayed by the heavenly bliss. How Yor felt on his lips was perhaps the only remedy Loid needed.

"I'm going back now. You should do the same as soon as you're done. The bed feels too big without you." Yor said when she broke away.

Loid could not look elsewhere, his eyes always sought Yor's. Almost as if he is drawn in by those crimson orbs. Exchanging another gaze, Yor smiled and turned away.

Now Loid realized the reason he couldn't sleep.

For every restless contemplation, Yor is his muse. To be loved by her is too good to be true.

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My, myyyy... this took a rather peculiar turn. I'll let you imagine whether this drabble is post-mission/post-revelation/post-confession 😂🤣

Ps. I honestly had a different ending for this but i suddenly decided to go with a very valentine vibe 😂🤣

[dreamwritesimagines]

I stumbled upon your Sunshine HC today while jonesing for my fix and absolutely adore them! I can 100% see Logan not knowing what exactly it is about Sunshine that endears him to her so, it just feels like he'd throttle anyone (other than Theo) who rambles like she does but for some reason he just can't put his finger on it it's (gasp!) cute when she does it.

Secondly, I whole heartedly believe that Sir Bartholomeow adopts Logan when Theo is at home on weekends. Logan doesn't want to like the cat, but it just keeps showing up in his room or laundry or just seeking him out in a room full of people to cuddle up and purr next to, and suddenly before he knows it he's in over his head because every member of the Sunshine family just burrows their way into his heart.

Finally, I saw you post that you are not traditionally a Wolverine/X-Men fan and may I say, I'm *highly* impressed by your Logan!! So many fics have him off the charts OOC but I feel like yours is the perfect blend of gruff yet soft *hearts*

As a lifelong X-Men fan, let me tell you that the Fox timeline absolutely sucks and makes no sense no matter in what order you try and watch. They were all over the place and often not canon to one another.

I can offer a few facts about Logan from the comic book-verse just in case your muse is interested!

He was born in the 19th century as James Howlett, his parents John & Elizabeth were wealthy and it's basically all but spelled out that he's actually the illegitimate son of Thomas Logan, the abusive groundskeeper of the Howletts via an affair with Elizabeth. Side note - Elizabeth and John had another son, John III, who died previous and may also have been Thomas'. Thomas was raising/abusing another son he named (no joke) Dog. A chain of events leads Thomas to kill John, and in turn James' mutation activates and he kills Thomas with his claws and flees. He adopts the name "Logan" and for a time is even living with a pack of wolves.

Eventually he ends up fighting in World War I and II and eventually marries and settles in Japan with his wife. Things go badly (again) and his pregnant wife is murdered - he doesn't know it but the baby was "removed" from her prior to her death and its many *many* years before he meets his son, Daken.

Eventually he's kidnapped into the "Weapon X" program and tortured. The program uses his healing factor against him and forcibly bond adamantium to his bones. Eventually he escapes but is left with post traumatic amnesia. It's at this point that he joins the X-Men and becomes the Wolverine we know and love.

And speaking of Logan as a "girl dad", over the years he unofficially adopts a number of girls including Kitty Pryde (Shadowcat), Jubilee, and Rogue. Ultimately he 'adopts' a girl named Laura Kinney, who is believed to be his female clone (X-23). Eventually they discover Laura is actually his daughter.

And just for some muse food that may impact future!daughter Sunshine, know that both of his kids (Daken and Laura - and Laura's clone Gabby) have *very* similar abilities to him. All three have enhanced senses, strength, healing and claws (amongst other abilities). The claws do vary though - Daken has two on top of his hand and one in his wrist, Laura has two on the top of her hand and one in her foot and Gabby just has one on each hand.

And I'm going to shut up now that I've word vomited just as bad as our dear Sunshine and Theo!

Hi loveeee! 🥰

Aaaaaaa I absolutely love this, thank you so so much! 😍 It's so wonderful to hear that you liked the HCs ❤️

Oh you're absolutely right, if it were anyone else other than Sunshine (and Theo) rambling his ear off, he would be veeery annoyed but he's literally watching Sunshine with heart eyes whenever she does it ❤️

Sir Bartholomeow adopting Logan asdfghjkl, cat distribution system 😂

suddenly before he knows it he's in over his head because every member of the Sunshine family just burrows their way into his heart. THIS IS SO ADORABLEEEE! ❤️ I can just see him walking into his room one day to find Sunshine sleeping there with Theo and Sir Bartholomeow sitting by them like he's guarding them ❤️

And Logan will be walking around with Sir Bartholomeow comfortably sitting on his shoulder at the weekend😂

OMG OMG it is so nice of youuuu! ❤️ I was like very nervous about it at first, because I didn't know if he was in character because I didn't watch all the movies and it's like very recent for me, so it's so lovely to hear that he in fact is in character! 🥰

WAIT WAIT I LOVE FACTS ABOUT LOGAN! AAAAA-

Oh noooo his actual father was evil?! 😱

I'm sorry, his father named his son what-

LOGAN LIVED WITH A PACK OF WOLVES?!

He has a son????

Oh that's why he didn't remember the experiments! 😱

Laura is his actual daughter???

Oh that's very interesting! So their abilities are basically the same as his but with small differences aw! ❤️ I wonder what kind of claws his daughter with Sunshine would have🥰 Her strength will shock them too when it first shows😂

Honey I absolutely LOVE THIS! ❤️ You're so amazing, thank you so so much! 🥰🥰🥰

[gemmahale]

Hii Gemma!

I consider righteous fury to be the mother of all fix-its but my question is actually more about the.... Scope of what's been posted so far, if that makes sense. Obviously you'd have to write The Scene, but did you know going in you'd cover it so thoroughly? You're phenomenal at writing action so I guess I'm wondering how excited you were to delve into the meat of it or if it was something you were kinda nervous to tackle?

-gouge 💛

@pricegouge, I love that you asked this question. 😀 (Also massively flattered on your consideration for it as such a high place of honor.)

I had to sit on this question overnight to gather my thoughts. I have a lot of them. 💚 This has suddenly become my baby of all babies.

Righteous Fury was never meant to be more than an explanation for something John/Soap does in Museum Muse. I never meant it to turn into the behemoth it is now.

I was nervous to tackle the scene - because I had decided that the best way to fix it was to just rewrite what existed. It took me three tries to get Soap's voice right and beyond just reciting what happened in the script/playthrough. Spoiler: video gameplay does not translate well to the written word, so there was a lot of adding and re-watching and fudging that had to happen.

I was exceptionally afraid of being called a cheat - because none of the dialogue up until "the incident" is mine. (That might be wrong - I think I tucked in a few lines or changed the speaker.) None of the action is mine. But all of the emotion, John's backstory, his motives, are mine.

It was an interesting challenge to work with a framework of existing media and expand upon it. Would I do it again? Maybe, if there was another scene so poorly developed and written.

Spoilers for my version below the cut. I pontificate on some specifics and how I made some artistic choices. 💚

It was also hard to choose where to start - do I start when Price is down and Makarov is standing over him? No, I need more lead up. Do I back up to when Soap and Gaz are feigning disinterest in the hacker? No, that's too far back.

Thankfully, the mission brief provided a perfect point - it established John's hatred and resentment for Makarov, and allowed me to ramp up to the point everyone was dreading.

Now, when it comes to making the choice as to how things go down? I'd seen a post about how it could have gone (can't find the reference, if I do, I'll update this). So I started there.

But really, when you live with someone with similar training, you might as well ask them. 😅 Enter: Kallen.

Hoo boy showing him a playthrough of the mission was a choice. (See #Kallen Kvetches for similar commentary, including the time I showed him Triple Frontier. Man had OPINIONS. Half of them on butts and pecs. 😉) But it also spurred on a conversation of what could happen post-Makarov.

We walked through (we're about the same height, like John and Makarov) the shots. Where the script failed and how - John would have had a knife on him. He would have been better trained to respond. Makarov shouldn't have - well, that's not relevant. Sorry. Basically it boiled down to: John's training would have taken over and he would have acted somewhat closely to what I wrote.

I could have written him getting out unscathed. Genuinely nothing more than a few scratches. Kallen thinks that could have been the more likely outcome as we wrote the scene, had Makarov's finger not tightened around the trigger of his firearm as he fell.

But again, I needed a reason for John to be on modified desk duty for Museum Muse. So...uh...sorry bud. 😅 Might as well use my resources for everything, including surgery. (Yes, Kallen went through a similar surgery in his time in. Yeesh.)

Sorry, I think I got way off tangent. I have a detailed outline of what happens as a result of the first two chapters of Righteous Fury, and a rough idea of how things play out in Museum Muse. It's really going to be interesting seeing the same events from two vastly different POV's. (That can also hopefully stand individually.)

But again, this all started out as a way to justify Soap being on bedrest/desk duty and bored out of his mind, messaging a stranger on a message board. 🤷‍♀️ Oops, instead I retconned, world-built and got feelings everywhere. My bad. (I'm not sorry.)

Me, creating this universe:

Also - I haven't said this out loud yet, just implied it. (But if you've gotten this far in my ramblings, you deserve to know it.)

This is also a memorial fic in a way. A lot of inspiration and information comes from Kallen and his experiences in country (obviously, changed locations and names and such). There's a whole swath of people I never got to meet that were family to him, and he's given me permission to include them. 💔

You might have noticed an Officer Hale in Ch 2. Yeah, that one was a blatant insertion of Kallen. I promise the rest probably won't be as heavy handed and obvious to you - it was just too good of an opportunity to pass up!

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

No Wonder (Part I)

No Wonder

Avengers AU. Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader “Serenity”. Tony Stark x Mutant!Reader “Serenity”. Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader “Serenity”.

Wordcount: 2487

Summary:

You're in a situationship with Tony, Steve and Bucky. Things become too much when Tony finds out about Bucky's involvement with his parents death. Sending your world into chaos. The world is on fire, I'm so fucking tired And equally wired, so Am I to blame for my sick, frantic brain?

Warnings: 18+ Only MDNI

Angst and Feels, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Smut

Notes:

Hello Heathens, I was originally going to post this as a single part, but the flow just was not working. So I have decided to make it two parts and post what is already set. I am hoping this will reinvigorate my muse to finish this story out the way I have envisioned it. I am really happy with this part and I hope you enjoy it as well. Quick not about the reader(you) just for context: This a Found Family story. Reader is mutant and a former addict. She Used to use to help suppress her empathic powers, turning her emotions into forms of the elements. She was found by Clint and Nat and they are very protective. Happy Reading 🖤 *Heavily inspired by the song Antsy by UPSAHL

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No one on the compound is unaware of the situationships I’m entangled in. I didn’t ask for this, but I’m not denying any of them either. Steve and Tony need me to feed something missing inside of them and I’m weak to deny them that.   

Steve, ever the fixer, feels drawn to the broken parts of me. Wanting to be the one to hold me and piece me back together.   

Tony connects with my destructive parts. No stranger to that darkness himself. I became his own personal addiction. Seeking out my body for the dopamine rush of pulling orgasms out of me.   

Then there’s Bucky. Full of such rage and sadness my powers are intrinsically drawn to him. He may look stoic on the surface but he’s an array of emotions on the inside. I can’t explain why it feels as if we were made for each other. But I’ve learned not to go against my instincts.   

I know he feels undeserving of me. Even though he keeps me close. Especially at night when the nightmares and flash backs are the worst.

I take the pain away.   

We work it all out in the training room. Then end the night tangled in the sheets, surrounded by wildflowers. Proof of our time spent together.  

I’m afraid to acknowledge what I know deep down in the core of me. I’m in love with him. My feelings for Steve and Tony are nowhere near as complex. I know I’m more of a place holder in their lives than they seem to realize. I knew from the start that love was not on the table for me. Most certainly not with them. This love for Bucky threw me for a godamn loop.  

Then Bucky’s past under Hydra’s control comes back to bite him in the ass and sends my world into chaos. The anger and guilt floating around was enough to suffocate me. My body stuck in a cycle of fire and ice. I couldn’t take it anymore. So, I did what I do best.  

I ran.   

I got the hell out of that compound and went to the one place I knew I could deal with all of this safely. 

Clint’s farm is my sanctuary. With open spaces and a small little cottage built a safe distance from the world just for me. No need to call ahead. I let them know I’m there by lighting the largest fire in my fireplace that I can. The smoke from the chimney signaling my arrival. Laura will show up eventually with a meal and ear to listen to my bullshit. But before I can let my guard down I need to reach out to Dr. Cho and see if she can prescribe me something to help deal with all these emotions. A relapse feels imminent if I’m left to my own devices.  

They way Tony was spitting so much vitriol to Bucky and Steve was just too much to bear. I felt like I was going to combust before suddenly feeling like I was plunged into the artic waters of Antarctica when the feeling of shame and guilt overwhelmed me. The drastic change of hot to cold over and over was a torture I never experienced before.   

I vaguely remember shouting as I grasped my stomach in pain. “FUCK! At least wait until I’m out of the room before you rip further into each other! My body can only take so much!”   

I didn’t wait for a response. My pain barely registered to Steve and Tony. Both too self-absorbed in their convictions, to care what this was doing to me. But Bucky turned to me with sadness and an apology in his eyes as he watched me slowly make my way out of the room.   

I don’t blame him for what went down. I don’t even blame Tony or Steve. Emotions are a wild beast and even the calmest individual can fall prey to their whims. I can wield them to my will and yet I can still fall victim to their toxic ways. That’s why I prefer to be numb. If I can’t feel. Then nothing can hurt me.   

Tony is the first to reach out. Hacking into my phone to unblock himself so that he could text me.  

T: I understand things got out of control. But you of all people understand the grip anger can have on you. Steve and Bucky have left. Come back home. It feels empty around here without your sunlight and flowers decorating the halls. We can lose ourselves in each other. I’ll even do that thing you like with my tongue that makes daisies sprout in your hair.   S: I’m perfectly content and safe where I am. I need to recover from the damage done to my body and soul. This wasn’t just some regular fight Tony. That shit was toxic on so many levels. How could I return and go back to being your little emotional sex doll, when my physical pain didn’t even register to you as you spit your hate at them. I’m sorry T, but I’m not coming home. Not until all this shit is resolved.    T: Babygirl, don’t do this to me. I need you. Come home.  

Having already said all that I needed to say, I didn’t respond. Instead I just turned my phone off and tossed it in a drawer. I wasn’t in the mood to play emotional phone tag with someone who clearly only sees me as a body to ease their troubles in.  

Damn therapy giving me self-respect at a time like this. Or is it just the influence of having Bucky in my life as of late? A man who feels so undeserving of the things I give him.   

“ Doll, you don’t have to sleep in here every night. You have others who want you in theirs. It’s okay. I’ve dealt with them for years. I can handle them.”  

“But you don’t have to anymore. And honestly, your bed is so much comfier than mine. And don’t get me started on that rock of a mattress that Steve sleeps on. And Tony never stays in bed long enough to actually sleep. He gets more sleep with his head resting on his lab desk than his California King. I am happy right where I am. Stop trying to send me away.”  

Steve and Bucky show up on my doorstep a few days later. Steve is upset that I chose to leave the way I did and that I asked Cho for drugs to numb myself. Thanks Nat.    

“You’ve come so far. How could you so easily want to fall back into that darkness?”  

“Easy Steve. I was tired of feeling. Not to mention the physical beating those emotions were taking on my body. If you have a better way to deal with it, please let me know. But that would be hard to do, seeing as how you are one of the main causes of that pain. How long did it take for you to realize I was gone? Before you left the compound? Or after everything settled and you needed something else to focus on?”  

“That’s not fair Serenity. I was taking care of my best friend. He needed me.”  

“And I didn’t?” I sneer.

“It’s not like that. Please, come on. You know I love you. I’ve told you this before. I wouldn’t abandon you like that.”  

“And yet, you did. It didn’t even take Tony 24 hours to reach out and ask me to come home. So he can ‘lose himself’ in me and begin to heal. I refused to of course. Not until all this toxicity is dealt with. It’s been almost a week since the incident, and you finally showed up. Good for you Steven.”  

“We were trying to figure out where it was safe to go for Bucky. Traveling under the radar is not easy. We got here as soon we could.”  

“I call bullshit. And here’s why. If you cared to listen to me speak about things other than my dark past you would know that I have a place here on Clint’s farm. That it is my safe haven and where I go when I need a reset. You would also know that this place is safe for any of us. It would have been your first stop. But it wasn’t. So who told you I was here. Nat? Sam?”  

“Me.” Bucky deadpans. “I told him we could find you here. Just as you said. I knew you would be here. We took a week because I was waiting for his emotions to even out before we put you through any more pain. I never want to see you go through what you did that day ever again.”  

“Bucky, I…” I can feel my body responding to his honesty. “I’m at a loss for words other than thank you.”   

“Your eyes.” Bucky points out.  

“What about them?”  

“They’re amber. Almost glowing like the flames of a campfire. They’ve never done that before. Are you angry?”  

“N-No. I’m definitely feeling something. But it’s not anger.”  

“Than what could it be?”  

“Love.” Steve pipes in. “She’s in love with you Buck. Love is as fiery as anger but it’s more subtle. Hence the changing of her eyes instead of flames along her fingertips.”  

“Huh. That’s a new one.” I surmise.  

“Y-you love me?” Bucky whispers.  

I fidget with my hands. “Yeah. I think I have for a while now but was just too scared to address it. Didn’t want to overwhelm you. I know you think you don’t deserve love because I feel the same way. But I do. I love you.”  

“Fuck. I thought it was just me.”  

“Wait, what?”  

“I’ve been love with you from the moment after you soothed me from a nightmare the first time. But I knew you also had something with Steve and Tony and they are so much more deserving of you than me so I just never said anything. Tried everything in my power to hide it down deep so you wouldn’t be influenced by it.”  

I start to laugh. “This is like some romance novel shit. Two idiots in love. Scared to tell other because of their fucked-up pasts.”   

“Those tend to conclude with a happy ending. Our mess is far too complicated for that.”  

“I’m a mutant James who can weaponize their emotions. I’ve never known uncomplicated. I can handle messy. I’m great at messy. I can deflect and suppress and then use it to my advantage in battle. But you and I aren’t that, are we? Tony, Steve and I are a complex puzzle of complications. While you and I have always been easy. I’ve tried to deny it, push it away. Because I knew you thought of it as complication to the life you were trying to live under the radar. So I happily soaked up whatever piece of you you’d give me.”  

“You really are self-destructive, aren’t you? Denying yourself what you truly wanted while feeding off of the scraps you were given. Either by men who only wanted you for what you could do for them or the man who felt undeserving to be in your presence.”  

“When you put it that way.” I shrug. “Feeling sucks. This is why I preferred to numb all those pesky emotions with whatever substance would help me float away. I stopped doing that and well look where it got me. Chasing that high between the bedsheets of men who’s hearts belong to another while secretly hoping the one you truly want comes to his senses.”  

“I’m sorry.” Bucky whispers.  

“No need to apologize. You did nothing wrong. You’re allowed to feel broken and take all the time you need to heal. Just like Steve is allowed to try and fool himself into thinking he could truly love someone other than Peggy. Or Tony with Pep. I don’t fault any of you for your actions. I know better than anyone that emotions are chaos. That’s why I did what was best for me and came here. Protecting the little peace I have left.”  

“And you wonder why I felt undeserving to love you. Even now you’re thinking of everyone else. Making them feel better about their actions. But I’m not okay with what happened. Especially because I was the catalyst for what resulted in physical pain to the woman I love.”  

“It couldn’t be helped Buck. There will always be something out there to cause me harm.”  

“But it shouldn’t be because of me!” He grits out. The pain evident in his voice.  

On instinct, I step forward and wrap my arms around him. As if my embrace gave him permission to surrender, Bucky’s shoulders sag and he heaves a heavy sigh. Wrapping his arms around me tightly. Tucking his face into my neck and inhaling my scent as if it were a calming balm.  

“I’m going let you guys work this out alone. I’ll be up at the main house when you need me.” Steve declares.  

“You don’t have to go Steve.”  

“Actually I do. I have some things I need to think and work out myself in regard to our relationships. This has been eye opening in a way I can’t ignore.”  

“I never wanted to hurt you, Steve.”  

“You didn’t, doll. Don’t worry about me right now. I’ll be okay. Buck needs you.”  

With a soft smile he walks out the door. Leaving Bucky and I to the quiet of my cabin.  

“How do we fix this? How do I make it right? We can’t go back to the compound. Not with how mad Tony is.” Bucky rambles.  

“Shh. You have to try and not spiral into panic. Everything will sort itself out in due time.” I begin to rock us back and forth. “We can stay here as long as we need to. Clint will keep us safe. No one will get to you that isn’t allowed access.”  

He nods his head against my collarbone. “Okay.”  

I feel the lightest touch as he places his lips to base of my throat and leaves a featherlight kiss.  

I weave the fingers of my left hand through his brunette locks. Pulling his head back and placing my right hand against the scruff lining his jaw. I then lose myself to the icy blue depths of his soulful eyes.  

“Your eyes are shining amber again.”  

“Seems I can’t control it yet. Looks like they’ll be giving me away every time I look at you for more than a moment.”  

“I like it.”  

“Great for the ego, I’m sure.”   

“Fuck my ego. Makes my chest feel all warm knowing that I’m the only one who has ever made them do that.”  

The only appropriate response my body can give is to lean down and kiss his stupid handsome face.

[hornystiel]

hiii!! offering my 2 cents on the subject of "old man". younger generations in general use it very loosely but it's without ill intent, rather it's coming from a perspective of "that man (dilf) is so hot i need them but i could never because they'd see me as a child so i gotta call them old instead". like they're out of my league but i'll blame it on the age difference you know?

and in destiel's case i believe it's affectionate, they're old compared to most queer couples represented and they're getting older together and it's hopeful to see that :)

~ a gen z mutual who's too shy to come off anon ly 🤍

hi! a literal wall of text ahead

okay i actually have a lot of thoughts about this topic and i really hope i won't sound rude but i just want to talk about it for a sec here. and below will be purely my own musings which probably won't coincide with a general fandom views on the matter and it's wider than this question and destiel but well

anyway

i totally get what you're saying about younger fans calling them old because they're too young for them but still hot etc etc. i know that's not some ill intent, clearly. however, what bothers me about the question of 'old' age in fandom spaces is this - for some 'old' starts somewhere around 35+ and they mean it (i wonder what they call a 50 yo? a corpse probably). and yeah of course for 16 yo 35 is twice their age but i wouldn't have even the slightest problem with it because i've been in fandom spaces since i was maybe 14 and stumbled upon people of different ages and backgrounds and we can all coexist quite fine. but what i see now (and maybe again, that's like a recurring generational thing, i don't know, i'm not that old and i wasn't in english spaces until i got at least 18-20 so) - those younger fans repeatedly saying 'you're 30 and in fandom? get out. go find some appropriate hobbies for your age group, like fishing hehe'. like it's fine to be horny over some dudes twice (or even more) your age, but people who in reality are not even that far from you, because usually it's 20 somethings who write such things - and it's a crime. you're suddenly gross. i wonder what those kids would do without all the stuff written, drawn and giffed by those who have a child on one hand, a full time job on the other, and their age appropriate hobbies in between. like when i was a tiny fan i was like 'holy shit that person somehow found a way to update that long ass sherlock fic while being neck deep in her family things and work i wanna be like them!" and it also gave me hope about the future of my fandom life. like age shouldn't matter. but now i see this shit, the whole 'more than 3 yo age difference is pedo' talk, 'adult creators shouldn't post anything because children can see' talk etc etc. and i know, of course, that that's the general internet censorship on the rise and neopuritanism is dancing tango with it but still.

what i'm saying - i do have a problem with younger generation using the term old very 'loosely' because they wield it as a double aged sword. you're either some hot dilf who can be forgiven for your shitty fandom takes because well you're hot (and i'm not talking about anyone in particular here rn) or you're a gross 30 smth in fandom space who shouldn't draw porn because teens can't click the block button

AS FOR DESTIEL

short answer - i don't like what the people who call them old add to their characters and lives when they do that.

long answer under the cut

all of that is what EYE don't like in most popular fandom hcs and i usually just scroll past the things i don't like, i don't want to start shit publicly (and because of what, takes?), but here you can read what i usually think when i see them.

first - if we're talking canon ages. 40 smth and this is dean's age at the end of the show - is NOT old. at all. i can't even call him that affectionately. because this is the tragedy of it all - he dies YOUNG. very fucking young, he didn't see any calm life, didn't pursue his dreams, didn't have a normal life and love and then he died. in a way, and i see some others think the same, calling him old is like 'welp it's not that bad, he lived long enough, seen shit'. but the thing is - he didn't? literally. so no, for me he's young, died young and it's fucking awful. not talking about cas here because well, billions years, old, young, he's everything (<3)

if we're talking about post canon fics where they settle. you can all burn me at the stake but sadly my spirit will just repeat the same shit - making them some kind of a wannabe hetero aging couple is not only boring as fuck, but also completely out of character for them?

what i usually see in the posts with 'old men <3' there

some variation of a white picket fence house

baby jack

dean being some kind of a soccer mom who bakes and argues with other moms

cas being more of a dad shaped thing who gardens and Doesn't Get It at the parents' meetings or somewhere equally boring and somehow still clueless about a lot of human shit

them creaking every part of their bodies (jesus my joints have been like this since i was 14, and my back is bad now when i'm only 30 where is my retirement pakige?)

probably forgetting smth but you get the gist. and, again, not saying that that's ALL i see with the old men posts and art etc (some hcs are wild and i LOVE them), but the majority? yeag, i've been permanently a destiel blogger for 4 years now, i've seen the popular stuff

doesn't all of that remind you of a typical heterosexual family on some conservative cable tv show? if not i'm happy for you, but i can't help but see how the roles are set in stone and i don't find it endearing at all. that's one reason. and also i'm a strong believer that a baby won't fix dean. jack won't fix shit and here's another stick to my pyre - i don't care about him at all and i think that dean especially should focus on himself and his own shit and his shit with cas if they settle together, not be thrown into the baby routine again. the fandom likes to remind everyone how dean raised sam and it's mostly true but don't you think for one goddamn second he would want/need to live for himself and not over obsess about bringing up another kid? sure he loves them, but if every person with dean's baggage were trusted with kids as a cure-al ...well. and again very hetero, 'you should have a child, that'll fix your hysteria!' i'll even say, very real life stuff, just not the one i want to see here.

another reason is this - they are freaks.

they are assholes, freaks, serial killers, undead creatures, bad people...who are very much in love and very soft with each other and their family but they are still freaks. and i don't understand how them getting old will so fundamentally change so many aspects of their characters that they become typical suburban mom and dad combo. maybe i sound like a person who doesn't want them to be happy, or who doesn't get the 'it shows that their life is finally calm and they can pursue Normal Hobbies and Raise Kids and Build a Farm (idk how that is a calm place have you ever been on a farm with animals that you should watch and take care and kill if needed. another talk for another time) and To Love is to be Changed' etc etc etc. believe me i get it all perfectly, just not for them. if it tickles your pickle, by all means. what tickles mine is cas getting the weirdest (and often dangerous) hobbies (and this is why i got him driving a motorcycle, boxing and skydiving in my old men cheating fic) and he's an impatient guy so i don't think he'd love gardening really, he'd be mad at the plants and kill them or grow them as fast as his grace would allow (yes i'm also against human all the way cas, baby we're getting a bingo here). and dean of course should have ties with his community and i've already talked about this but i see how they are out of active hunting, but still help those who are still in it (if the supernatural isn't wiped completely and i don't see why it should be), maybe they always have a place in their home for those who come to regroup or just to chat or smth. and dean is an overprotective and micromanaging asshole so he would want to still have the gist of it all (and cas would want to unwind by killing some things from time to time)...and they still sleep in the same bed, eat the food they cook together, wear matching tatts maybe as a wedding gift to each other, and have dogs, cats and whatnot.

what i want to say - i don't get why the weird and the sweet can't coexist. why should they lose all of their insane bits. they loved each other WITH them (cursed or not remember) why should they change so drastically to fit the 'happily ever after' narrative.

anyway i can probably write a lot more but that's a long ass grumbling as it is.

sorry your question became the starting point for this rent i genuinely hope i didn't offend you and if you finished reading all of this woah you are a hero <3

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A Christmas Prince; The Royal Wedding

Chapter 6: Two Sides of the Same Coin

Summary: Dawn is missing and Quincey and Evander both face challenges of their own.

A/N: It's the customary Quincey chapter! This time with a little Evander twist... It's way past Christmas at this point but this is the second to last chapter and I'm hoping to post the last one as soon as I'm able. This story had a lot of moving parts and I've had to leave many things out simply because I haven't had the time to write. If you're sick of Christmas stuff already, I acknowledge your suffering but I do not apologize😂

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Dawn Harvelle, Rosa Yaxley, and Evander Alderly by @potionboy3

Quincey, Olympia, and Isabella Alderly, Tess Brandon

Rocky Weasley by @magicallymalted

Pandora Lovelace by@gcldensnitch

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Chapter 6: Two Sides of the Same Coin

Quincey

Quincey could safely say that he was not having a good day. Of course, he understood that Dawn wasn’t used to the kind of rigorous protocol that life at court demanded but what he couldn’t understand was why he had insisted on going out on some crazy adventure the previous night. Anything could have happened. After the unpleasant meeting at Pince’s office, Quincey went through the notes his mother had made to his speech and resolved to deal with it later. He really had to talk to Dawn. Nothing had gone according to plan ever since Dawn had arrived. He came to the smaller sitting room, holding out hope that Dawn would be there when he heard Olympia’s voice.

“Still at it?” she was asking.

“Silence, cousin,” came Evander’s voice as a reply. “I’m getting there.”

“Are all those coffee mugs yours?”

“And mine,” said Dawn’s aunt Tess.

“Anything I can do?” Olympia asked.

“Develop malware for me to drop into their RDP…” said Evander and that was when Quincey decided to stop eavesdropping and enter the room.

“Good morning,” he said, and all three people suddenly jumped, like there’d been an explosion.

“Quincey!” said Olympia. “How lovely to see you.”

Quincey frowned. “What are you doing?”

“Oh,” said Evander. “I was just introducing your dear sister and Miss Brandon to the intricacies of cryptocurrency so maybe we could all come together and save the kingdom.”

Quincey ignored the sarcasm in his voice. “Have any of you seen Dawn?”

“Not since last night,” said Tess.

“Well, damn,” said Quincey.

“Is everything alright?” Olympia asked.

“I don’t know…”

That’s when the double doors were pulled open with haste and Miss Pince came in, Miss Yaxley in tow.

“Has anyone seen Mr. Harvelle?”

“That’s what I was wondering,” mused Quincey.

“You mean to tell me he’s not here?” asked Pince.

“Well, I’m not hiding him in my pocket,” said Evander but Pince did not find this amusing.

“He has to be found,” said Rosa. “The queen is going ballistic over the wedding preparations.”

“I’m half of the equation, maybe I can help,” Quincey offered.

“No, the queen said Mr. Harvelle must be there,” said Pince.

“It’s almost like it would be her wedding…” said Quincey with a sigh.

~

Quincey found his mother in the room reserved for wedding planning, outfitting, and all those other things that his mother seemed to think she had some sort of control over. The outfit Quincey assumed Dawn was supposed to wear was on a mannequin. It was very traditional, nothing like he’d imagine Dawn would pick for himself. He realized he hadn’t the foggiest idea what his mother, Miss Yaxley, and Dawn had been up to with the wedding preparations. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling.

“Dawn’s missing?” he asked his mother as he entered. There was nobody else in the room but them.

“He did not show up for his fitting.”

“I’ll call him,” said Quincey.

“His phone is offline.”

That was worrying. Quincey tried it anyway, but true enough, he only got a message saying the phone had been turned off.

“Well,” said the queen. “I sincerely hope we won't have to cancel the wedding.”

“Stop,” said Quincey.

“Maybe he has finally realized that the pressures of court are too much for him,” said Isabella, forlornly.

“You’re certainly not helping,” Quincey sighed. “Is that what he’s supposed to wear?”

“Yes. I had a hand in its design.”

“I’ll ask Flitwick to look into Dawn’s whereabouts,” said Quincey. “And mother?”

“Yes?”

“You can forget about that costume. I’ll have a word with Miss Yaxley. I sincerely hope that it’s not too late to make this wedding mine and Dawn’s, and not whatever you’ve been doing behind my back.”

Isabella looked shocked. “Quentin, I’ve only been trying to help you.”

“I know, and I truly appreciate the help,” he said. “Especially when it comes to the financial situation. But I never asked your help in this.”

“Alright,” said Isabella. “I admit, I did get a little carried away.”

“A little?”

“Fine,” said Isabella. “A lot.”

“But you can help me find Dawn now,” said Quincey.

“I would be glad to.”

~

The palace had its fair share of hiding places and so, a lot of the staff were requested to keep an eye out for the run-away groom, but Quincey had an idea of his own of where to look. He headed to the courtyard.

“Dawn!” he called out between the hedges.

“No such luck,” said Olympia, dressed up against the cold in her light pink winter coat. “I figured I might also look here.”

“Oh, hey,” said Quincey but his spirits were immediately lowered.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find him.”

“I’ve been such a fool,” said Quincey.

Olympia walked up to him and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“I screwed up,” he said, miserably.

“What happened?” asked Olympia.

“Dawn’s been having a hard time adjusting to everything here and I’ve been too invested in my duties as king to be supportive.”

“You’ve had a falling out?”

“Just when he needed me most, I caved in to the crown.”

Olympia sighed, seemed to think about something for a while, and then said: “After father died, and you left us to go soul-searching, I was so angry with you…”

“O, I…”

“…At first. But then I realized this life we find ourselves in, the titles and responsibilities we bear, can overwhelm any person, especially a good-hearted one.”

“I've allowed it to happen,” said Quincey.

“You accepted your title with eyes wide open, with the best intent. And that's the brother I love.”

“I've made such a mess of everything.”

“Thanks to Dawn, and I can’t believe I have to say this, Evander, I think we have an actual shot at fixing the country’s problems,” Olympia said.

“What?”

“I’ll explain later,” Olympia said. “Just trust me. All you should focus on right now is finding your fiancé.”

Quincey thought about it. The thing was that he did trust Olympia with his life, but this wasn’t just about him. He had been the one to swear an oath to serve and protect all of his subjects and right now he was doing a piss-poor job of it.

“Please, Q,” said Olympia.

Quincey sighed. “There is one more place he could be in.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m going to need Archimedes.”

~

His father’s old hunting cabin’s windows were lit when Quincey and Archimedes arrived. He stabled the horse and entered the cabin, finding Dawn sat in front of a small fire, drinking hot chocolate.

“Dawn,” he said when Dawn didn’t make a move at the sound of the door.

“I'm so sorry,” he tried again. “Talk to me.”

Finally, Dawn turned around, demanding: “Now you want to talk? You had nothing to say when I needed you in Pince's office.”

“I know.”

“They want me to give up everything, Quincey. My voice, my career.”

“I thought you didn’t want to be a journalist anymore,” said Quincey.

“That’s not the point!” said Dawn. “The point is that I’m supposed to act like a goddamn ornament in one of your over-the-top Christmas trees and that’s not me!”

“Forget about everyone else,” said Quincey. “This should be about you and me.”

Dawn got up from the armchair. He didn’t look pleased. “I always thought that you would support me, and this week has just been so tough.”

“Dawn, please…”

“Just let me finish, okay?” said Dawn and Quincey shut up. “Everything is changing. I feel like I'm losing control and… I'm not used to living like this. This fishbowl, this distance between us,” he finished, taking a deep breath.

“I know it's hard,” said Quincey. “Trust me, I know.”

“It’s not the same for us, though,” said Dawn.

“Everything is changing. For both of us,” said Quincey, stepping closer to Dawn. When Dawn didn’t pull away, he took his hands. “But there is one thing that will never change: My love for you.”

“Shut up,” said Dawn. “You’re not sweet-talking your way out of this one.”

“I don’t want you to have to sacrifice anything to be with me,” Quincey continued. “Your talent, your creativity, your determination… But some things are out of my control.”

“Like my little mission last night?” Dawn asked.

“You could have been hurt,” said Quincey. “The country isn’t exactly approving of us at the moment.”

“That might have been a miscalculation on my part.”

“But I need you,” said Quincey. “And Alderly needs you, too.”

“Well, it has a funny way of showing it,” Dawn said. “I’ve been nothing but a glorified wedding planner–, no not even that. I’ve been standing in the sidelines while our wedding has been planned for us.”

“Yes,” said Quincey. “About that. I had a chat with mother. The wedding’s going to see some changes.”

“What?” asked Dawn. “You did?”

“Well, it all got a bit much, don’t you think?”

“I very much do think that, yeah,” said Dawn.

“How come you came here?” asked Quincey. They hadn’t been back together since the snowstorm last year, though Quincey had visited on his own.

“I just wanted something to feel Christmassy,” Dawn explained. “So I stole some of the biscuits meant for our wedding and came here.”

Quincey laughed. “Okay, that’s actually fair enough.”

“It hasn’t really felt too festive here, recently.”

“I know.”

Dawn bit his lip. “I’d like to have an active role in the family. I don’t want to be just an ornament.”

“You won’t be. I don’t want that either.”

Dawn sighed and reached to touch Quincey’s face. He hadn’t entirely forgiven him; Quincey wasn't foolish enough to believe that. But at least he hadn’t told him to fuck off, so he considered it a start. “Alright, we need to get back to the palace, now and see if Evander has saved the country.”

Quincey decided not to question it, for now.

~

Evander

Evander had commandeered a couch after his back began to protest, sitting at the table. Dawn’s little laptop was putting in the works and Evander sincerely hoped it wouldn’t give out now. He decided to give Dawn a proper laptop as a wedding present, until he remembered he was pretty much broke. Maybe he could sell the ugly cabin in the mountains his mother had gotten him one Christmas. Evander looked up when he heard someone enter the room, but it was just Tess, bringing another round of coffee. The table was starting to fill with mugs.

“Here,” she said, handing the other to him.

Evander took it. “Oh, thanks…”

Tess was pretty much the only person who had been nice to him this entire time, which was odd, since she had no reason to. Unless she was secretly adding poison to his coffee, or that weird herbal tea she had made him the other night. He had slept like a baby the first time in months after it but that had only made him doubly suspicious. He sniffed the coffee, cautiously.

“No herbs,” said Tess. “Just coffee.”

“So just like the previous three.”

Tess nodded. “Just like them.”

Evander eyes her and then the coffee. “Okay.”

“How are you doing?” she asked, still standing up.

“I found a promising lead, but I can’t crack it,” said Evander. “At least, not yet.”

“Damn.”

Evander resolved that the coffee probably wasn’t poisoned. He took a sip. “You make surprisingly good coffee.” Considering the tea tasted like shit, but he didn’t say that part out loud.

Tess chuckled, quietly. “Thanks, though I think it’s probably just that you people have quality coffee here. I don’t normally drink it an awful lot.”

“Could be,” said Evander. “You should consider adding coffee to your selection.”

Just as a suggestion. For all the other people who didn’t like suspicious herbs. He didn’t know much about Tess’s business, other than that he found all the herbal teas horrid but for some reason it was relatively successful.

“I’ll consider it,” said Tess. “If we don’t go to jail for this.”

She motioned vaguely at the computer on Evander’s lap.

“Don’t worry, if I get caught, I won’t bust you.”

“I appreciate that,” Tess mused. “But I think we’re sort of in this together, now.”

Evander didn’t say anything while Tess sat next to him, pulling a blanket on her legs. He thought she was pretty but pretty in a way his mother wouldn’t approve of. Kind of like Rosa was but somehow, he had a feeling like his mother would approve of Tess even less. The only person he could conceive of his mother approving was Diana Somerset but that had been doomed from the start, and Evander was happy she’d turned down his proposal.

He hadn’t spoken to his mother in months and in a way, he missed her a little. It had been about time to cut the cord, though. To find out what he actually wanted for himself. One thing he had learned was that it sucked to be poor and lonely. He missed his family. Especially his entitled royal cousins who he’d never even really liked before. And he knew that he couldn’t trust the country to Quincey’s hands alone when the man had gone to a fucking liberal arts school. Deep down he felt bad, too. Bad about what he had done to him and how he’d left things. He had put himself first and not Alderly, as he should have done. The right thing to do would have been to be there for Quincey and help him, instead of listening to his mother, but that was a lesson learned.

Tess leaned in closer so she could see the computer screen better. Evander was pretty sure she didn’t have experience on the hacking front, but he appreciated another pair of eyes, and maybe he also appreciated her presence. She smelled nice. He felt immensely tired. It had been almost ten hours and they still had pretty much nothing. He felt his focus drift and drank more coffee. He wasn’t exactly sure how much time passed, when Tess suddenly grabbed his wrist and pointed at the screen.

“What’s that?” she asked.

Evander examined the piece of code. “If I just follow this strand…” he said quietly.

Tess let go of his hand so he could continue typing.

“Is this…” he started as the computer did exactly as he had wanted it to.

“Oh my god,” said Tess.

“I think I’m in!” said Evander and jumped up from the couch in excitement. He had almost given up hope so he couldn’t quite believe this plan might actually stand a chance in hell at working.

Tess got up as well and said: “Holy crap,” with a delighted laugh. She did a little jump and clapped her hands together. Evander, high off of his achievement, kissed her cheek before thinking better off it. The pair looked at each other for a fraction of a second. Then Evander cleared his throat and sat back down, grabbing the computer.

“It’s not over yet,” he said, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. “This is pretty time sensitive.”

“Right, yeah, of course,” said Tess. She also sat back down, and Evander was careful not to look at her. Maybe he had been wrong. Maybe his mother would like her. Tess was pretty smart, after all.

~

Half an hour later Olympia, Rocky, and Pandora returned, presumably from searching for a certain run-away groom.

“We're in,” Evander said.

“What?” asked Pandora. “Seriously?”

“I honestly didn’t think you had it in you,” said Rocky with a yawn. It seemed Evander and Tess weren’t the only ones in need of a nap.

“Shut up and come see,” he said, and the newcomers gathered around the couch Evander and Tess had occupied, to see the screen. All the information pertaining to the companies was there for them to see. Silently Evander echoed Rocky’s sentiment though. After almost ten hours he’d begun to think that maybe he had overestimated his abilities.

“What does it say about those three companies?” asked Rocky.

“Each are listed as a division of this... Glockenspiel Consortium,” said Evander.

“Glockenspiel?” wondered Olympia. “What's that?”

“It could be a parent company, or a shell, used to funnel the money to a foreign entity,” Evander said. It would make sense why neither he nor Olympia had ever heard of it, despite being Alderlian.

“You have a disturbing knowledge of underhanded activities,” Olympia said but there was distinctly less venom in her voice than there had been before, so Evander didn’t take it too personally.

“That would explain why so little of the money's staying in Alderly,” said Tess, who had a much more comprehensive grasp of how businesses worked than dear cousin Olympia.

“Perhaps if we dig a little bit deeper into Glockenspiel…” said Evander, clicking further into the files. “Oh, shit…”

Everyone had seen it; Evander could tell from their shocked expressions.

“I can’t believe it,” said Olympia.

“What are we going to do now?” asked Pandora.

“Quincey’s gone to look for Dawn. He might be a while,” said Olympia.

“We’re going to wait for the king to get back,” said Evander. “He needs to hear this before we do anything.”

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hihi!! it came as a shock to me to see one of my favourite imagines blogs from my teenage years start posting again. i remember religiously checking for new posts after school everyday, haha. so, thank you for reviving this.

as for an ask: could i get Akashi, Takao and Izuki in a university AU, where they fall in love with reader at a cafe? sorry if it’s too specific!

No, thank you for continuing to support us! It's definitely been fun being back so far; I forgot how much I love writing for these characters (and writing in general)! And I love this ask; there was a small coffeeshop near my apartment in college that I frequented. Really lovely place to get my caffeine fix.Admin Neon

Izuki:

Resume in hand, Izuki said the first thing that came to his mind as the manager of the coffeeshop he'd entered greeted him. "I'm here for the job opening?" He hadn't meant for it to come out like a question.

But how could it not when all thoughts in his head had ceased to function upon seeing you standing behind the counter? He felt fried, hit by an infatuation he didn't know how to explain. And when you smiled at him, cheeks dimpling, he felt like he could melt into a puddle right then and there.

He absolutely needed to get this job.

"Are you sure about that?" you asked, coming around the counter to meet him halfway from the door. At his confused expression in response, your smile widened a bit and you laughed. "I'm only teasing because you just sounded confused."

He watched as you glanced down at the resume in his hands. Suddenly, Izuki felt rather silly for printing one out for a position as a barista. Was it overkill? His embarrassment was calmed when you held out your hand to take it, reading it over quickly once it was in your grasp.

"When do you think you can start?" you asked, eyes still on the page. He wondered if you were actually reading it. He wondered if you were trying to memorize anything.

"As soon as you need me to," Izuki answered quickly.

He was rewarded with another one of your smiles. "Great, you're hired. Your first day will be this Friday, 6:00AM sharp. I'll be your trainer."

As you gave him a wink, Izuki felt his pulse pick up in pace exponentially. Maybe the job wasn't a good idea.

Takao:

The strong scent of roasted coffee beans filled his sinuses as Takao opened the door to a small coffee shop next to his university. He was greeted by a chorus of hellos from the staff, the sound rehearsed and scripted. He let out a low greeting himself, waiting for the inevitable—

"Oh, Takao, welcome back!"

There it was.

He grinned as he sauntered toward the small countertop, a sign reading "pickup here" in chalky penmanship letting him know he'd stopped at the wrong end of the counter. But that didn't matter. When you were on shift, he could always skip the line.

"I've been experimenting with something new I'd like you to try," you told him as he started leaning against the counter, bending closer to you.

"Sounds exciting," he mused. It sounded like a stomachache waiting to happen — you weren't the best at making drinks when written recipes weren't involved. But Takao would suffer a thousand stomach aches if it meant getting to spend these precious few moments with you every morning. "How much do I owe you for it today?"

As you turned to start making your mystery concoction, you threw a wink over your shoulder at him. "It's on the house today."

Takao's grin widened, enamored by the ease at which your confidence was given to him.

His stomach was definitely going to hurt today.

Akashi:

The atmosphere of the coffeeshop was relaxed, the music played low and the conversations kept to a minimum. It was the perfect spot for studying and Akashi found himself doing just that quite often. Being that he spent so much time there, he sometimes found himself taking short breaks to people watch. Usually it was boring, but every so often he found someone to be of interest.

Closing his laptop screen, Akashi picked up the ceramic mug the shop had offered him for his drink. It was still warm to the touch, the coffee inside hot. As he took a slow sip, he let his fingers smooth over the lettering on the side of the cup. It was a cliche — something kin to live, laugh, love — and it was your favorite.

You had caught his attention, often frequenting the coffeeshop at the same times he had. And he had noticed a while ago that you always asked the barista for this mug in specific. It had him curious. So he'd picked it for himself, hoping it would start something.

"Excuse me." And apparently it had worked because you were standing before him, hands on your hips and a slightly annoyed look to your face. "That's my mug."

He quirked a brow, trying to hide the smile on his face behind a second sip of his drink. "I beg your pardon?"

The polite tone he gave you had seemed to throw you for a loop, as the attitude you once had was dropped in a second. Replaced by confusion, your brows furrowed. "I just... I like that one. It's special."

"Oh?" Akashi was intrigued. Maybe too intrigued. He gestured to the seat across from him. "I'm almost finished with it. Would you like to sit and wait? You can tell me all about why it's so special."

When you sat down, a slight huff returning to you, Akashi was glad his plan had worked.

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Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion. Bonus points if you include a topic. ( IE. shipping, roleplaying, ect. )

Okay. I struggled to come up with some topics to talk about for a while plus just issues through the entirety of this week. BUT I FIGURED IT OUT.

🔥 - PROMOS. tbh, promo's main use were to help roleplayers find other roleplayers, to spread the word about your blog and find more partners and people to make friends and broaden your experiences with learning about new and exciting fandoms. Now I just find them tedious, and annoying to make. if you aren't a popular blog the odds of your promo being reblogged and spread around is so minimal. it also just feels like clout chasing at this point. and yeah nothing wrong with reblogging your promo and having your friends hype you up, but then ppl wonder why they think the rpc is so alienating? cuz someone else will reblog their promo's expecting the same thing and they don't get it and then they feel left out. but if its just so you can get some nice thrown at you, it just feels like more clutter for my dash especially if I'm already following you. now if you're a NEW blog. if you just joined a fandom, and you want some exposure, I'm down for that because that is what a promo is supposed to be for.

🔥 - Personals. I actually like personals. sometimes personals care more about what I post than my own followers. i get ppl being upset if they reblog their threads, but liking your posts? and maybe reblogging a headcanon or something but idk i guess for me that stuff just doesn't bother me. I love when people reblog my headcanon and they agree. or they add onto it, with their own thoughts. or they tell me how much they love it. makes me feel seen. makes me feel cool. i just think people forget that tumblr is NOT a roleplay site. yes, we found a use to tailor it to our hobby, that doesn't mean everyone who comes across our blogs know that. they arent apart of our community, what makes you think they have to abide our guidelines for it? tbh, roleplayers have just gotten entitled to thinking that tumblr is supposed to bow to our whim. we share a space with non roleplayers. to demand, and just expect ppl are just going to see your rules and read them and respect it rght away?? come on ya'll. we know to look for rules cuz its what we've been doing for years, but you can't expect that from strangers who are likely mobile bound just seeing something you wrote in the tags. its gonna happen. i just dont like the mannerisms some people have with them. you dont gotta be rude about it. if its really bothering you just block them and be done. problem solved. going out of your way to make posts about how annoying they are is just unnecessary.

🔥 - duplicates. this is one is gonna get me fired but oh well. Ya'll we have GOT to love ourselves better. because it is plain and simple insecurity for why people feel they cant talk or write with duplicates. i know it does deeper in some cases, like your current partner leaving you for the shinny new roleplayer of the same muse you write. believe me I've been there. but fuck those people. when are we gonna stop letting others dictate how we feel about ourselves? i hate seeing shit when a new roleplayer pops up with the same muse and suddenly you get the vaguing posts about 'suddenly feeling very doubtful of my portrayal' like its not obvious you are threatened. and in this fandom??? we're i follow like 30 different alastors?? lucifers?? Angels"?? all different, all got something to add and share. i got news for you but your portrayal isnt the only ONE. its not the end all be all. and yes I talk to my ego all the time, cuz there are some muses i write where i'm like I AM THE GOD FATHER OF THIS MUSE. but thats me and my own pride, doesnt mean anyone else who writes this muse is less than me. or i'm suddenly less than them. and there are portrayals i dont fuck with. i simply just do not look their way. but theres always muses i love roleplaying with duplicates cuz its FUN. also being able to talk to people who love this muse as much as you?? learn to stop looking at everything like its a competition and things will not be as stressful. its what makes this hobby unfun when you let those insecurities eat you up. im not saying its not valid, and im not saying you cant be upset, but what does it really do for you? what would happen if you just went and talked to them? imagine it goes well? you make a new friend. dont deny yourself opening a door just because you are scared of what 'might' be behind it. and its something I am learning and teaching myself. our issue is we all wanna be see, and heard. we all wanna be the absolute best. we wanna have the best portrayal like this sort of acknowledgement does anything. cuz while I know ppl love my own portrayals, still doesn't change the fact that i got issues and i cry myself to sleep still. the 'love' i get on here, ain't a fix. and if you think seeking validation on tumblr dot com is gonna fix you? its not. the attention and love we seek on here is just a placeholder, its us using this as a distraction from actually fixing our problems, and turn i still see how so many of us are unhappy. let it go.

[demonsfate]

munday topics ! // accepting // @electricea asked . . . 6, 7 and 8

6. excessive ooc

Honestly... for the MOOOST part, I don't care about "excessive ooc". even though I tend to worry that I post too much ooc LOL. yes, ppl can have "personal blogs" to post ooc stuff to but like. I just understand that behind the muses, there is a real person with real feelings who might wanna share lil details of their lives. Especially when they have more followers on their rp blogs who are more likely to listen & respond than their personal blog does.

There are a couple scenarios where I will draw the line. That being if there is just no in character content. Like they've been logging on every day for weeks just to make several ooc posts and nothing more. Then I may unfollow just because, at that point, I question if I'll ever be able to actually write with them because they're not giving any ic stuff lol. Or when like they just SPAM the dash with reblogs that have NOTHING to do with their muses. I'm not saying musings or aesthetics posts - because those still pertain to the muse. I'm saying when they reblog stuff from other fandoms that have zilch to do with their blog. For example, it'd be like if I were to start reblogging lots of Death Note, lots of Supernatural, and lots of Bluey despite the fact that my blog is Tekken lol. Now that I find annoying bc I'm wondering really WHY can't you use a personal for that? Of course, ppl are always free to do what they want with their blogs - but that's one thing I don't get.

7. DNIs in rules

I'm like what you were saying, I will follow them if it's somebody I know I'm not gonna end up writing with anyone due to different fandoms or having never followed each other. Or if like, they have concrete proof that this person is to be avoided. But liiiiike... when ppl just drop a username in a DNI and has no other available information... I just can't help but wonder if that person did anything or if it was a personal spat between the two muns. Especially because I've been a personal "victim" of ppl telling their mutuals to not interact with me, that I should just delete, and saying just horrible untrue garbage about me. All because I wrote with sb they didn't like. (Though they were also infamous about pretending to be somebody's friend, then dropping them and suddenly acting like they're the Worst Person Ever with no actual evidence)

I understand if muns wanna set boundaries even if they simply don't like the other person, or they had a personal drift or whatever. But like... I'm gonna be honest, there are def ppl in the RPC that I don't care to see on my dashboard. But I don't think I'll ever have a DNI. I just use X-Kit, X-Kit Rewritten, and the Tumblr block feature to avoid them. Which yes, sometimes they might still "slip through" but like... if I just see them once in a blue moon, it's not gonna matter much to me. And this even applied to those who bullied me as I mentioned above.

So yeah, I do try to follow DNIs if it's one of my mutual, but I do often question the validity (sorry but with the past, I can't help but to) and well... I also have to apologize if I end up writing with sb in a "DNI" because I swear it feels like more and more ppl are having DNI lists now and it's like... when you're following nearly 200 people, it's probs hard to remember who's in a DNI and who's not, y'know? But like I also said, usually those in DNI lists tend to be in different fandoms than I am, anyway.

8. reblog karma

I don't follow it. I mean, of course, I'll always reblog posts from the source & send people in one (WHEN it's applicable. Obvs I'm not gonna send a smut / ship meme to somebody who my muse has no relation with) But like... people rarely follow reblog karma so I just see little point in enforcing it lol. Like even IF somebody does reblog from the source, you can always tell they reblogged it from you without sending you one. And honestly? I don't get wtf people even do that for when it comes to munday asks or headcanon asks. Like why? There is literally zero excuse for it. Shy? Send it through anon. It doesn't fit your character? It doesn't have to because it's just asking my character / or the mun a question. Like literally. That shit actually annoys me but again. What can you do? I'm not gonna demand ppl ... but I still never understand it.

And I understand some ppl say it clogs up the activity if it's reblogged straight from them. But honestly... I've just never had that problem before lmao. Like I've had personal blogs reblog memes I've made and those memes can get up to 20+ notes, and it still never bothers me. (Especially when a lotta times in Modern Tumblr Age, notifs for a single post tends to become one block)

I could actually complain more about this but uhhhh. I think I'll leave it at that. djfndjsf

[cheremorte]

#CHEREMORTE — to cherish death

Independent & private multimuse ft. characters from (YA) literature, videogames & more. Cherished by Bubbles. 25+. Formerly known as dearestdeaths. Sporadic activity until further notice. Rules & character information to be found under the cut.

RULES

INTRODUCTION. if you've made it this far, you're probably wondering why I suddenly changed blogs without any notice on my old blog. The truth is: I locked myself out like a silly little goose. So here I am once again, and hopefully this time for a longer period.

FOLLOWING. As per my previous blog, I made this one to enjoy interactions with people I've been writing with for a long time. That doesn't mean I'm not open to new interactions, but I won't be begging for any and I will not be following first. That being said, if we know eachother, hey!

ACTIVITY. This blog will be low activity due to being a new mom. I am, however, always available on discord for plotting and/or short threads.

DASH. I don't really care for aesthetic, I don't use icons and I couldn't care less about what you do, so long as you cut posts and don't use too many spaces between words in replies to me.

TRIGGERS. I tag basic triggers and any triggers you ask me to tag. Format: "trigger" tw. This blog may contain mentions of incest (as prevalent to the world of ASOIAF, not to be romanticized), violence, depression, crime. Any type of bigotry or discriminatory behavior is not welcome.

MUN. My name is Bubbles, I'm 26. I'm ethnically and religiously jewish, autistic and a mom. Life is a lot and RP is a hobby, not a jobby.

MUSES - WIP

ZELDA. Canon Character. The Legend Of Zelda (video game). 117 - 120.

THE OUTSIDER. Canon Character. Dishonored (video game). 4000+.

RHAEGAR TARGARYEN. Canon Character. A Song Of Ice And Fire (book-based). Verse Dependent. [ rhaegar fought valiantly. rhaegar fought nobly. rhaegar fought honorably. and rhaegar died. ]

BRYNDEN RIVERS. Canon Character. A Song Of Ice And Fire (book-based). Verse Dependent.

NIKOLAI LANTSOV. Canon Character. Grishaverse (book-based). Verse Dependent.

ALEKSANDER MOROZOVA. Canon Character. Grishaverse (book-based). 400+.

DA JAEHWAN. Own Character. 5000+. Vampire. [ you dangle on the leash of your own longing ; your need grows teeth. ]

SHERALITH OAKWIND. Own Character. The Elder Scrolls (video game). 34.

SABINE CALLAS AKA VIPER. Canon Character. Valorant (video game). [ blood on your hands ; as though it stops there. ]

[flightofaqrow]

Misfortune (Reprise)

I realized I never talked about option 1. Let me back up. And bear with me a moment. We're going to get serious first, and then silly, okay?

I. The Take

I have too many words about it which will probably keep coming and being further refined into new posts, but to put it as simple as possible: My personal portrayal take is that Misfortune is symbolic of a physical disability (aura and semblance are like a muscle, don't u kno) and an allegory for depression/anxiety, and both of these things are further maladapted due to trauma.

We are explicitly told that semblances may or may NOT be reflective of someone's soul, and that if it is, it can be either a semblance shaped by the soul OR a soul shaped by the semblance. ...Remember?

“A common philosophy is that a warrior’s Semblance is a part of who they are. Some say your personality and character can define your Semblance while some claim that it is the other way around. Of course, there are still many who don’t see a connection at all."

We are also explicitly told by qrow that his "semblance isn't like most."

tl;dr (a) people trying to frame Misfortune as some sort of manifestation of qrow's personality or true self just because using that lens does fit a lot of the other characters, or (b) trying to say that having a different perspective about himself and the trauma aspect of things suddenly makes the other parts go away - absolutely smacks of (a) victim blaming and (b) ableism [to me].

This is a me thing, a personal interpretation and portrayal thing. But this is also my muse and my space to talk about it, so I do. No actual hate to people that interpret or have fun with it otherwise, you're valid.

II. The Alternates

On a lighter note, the two alternative options I will accept for Misfortune reflecting some aspect of qrow's true self are:

He wants to stay the hell away from main character drama, so he acknowledges his B Sitcom plot, complete with the stupid slapstick.

and

2. Super secret [til now] background tertiary allusion: Uncle Charlie.

Welcome to doing whatever you wish! you got the wrong guy. Laughing and singing all day! oh, isn't that wonderful. you mean there's no surprises or anything? Oh no, no, no. We know everything here. aw, that's just lovely. the clouds. the grass. the air. [/s] hey. would you like to dance? you must have studied dancing. you have natural rhythm... Ah! I'm getting dizzy... everything is so lovely here. so planned. so ordinary. and that's what's driving me crazy. i need Brazil, the throb, the thrill i've never been there, but someday i will adventure and danger! love from a stranger! let me be surprised! today there's sun, they said there'd be snow when all's said and done, it's fun not to know what keeps my heart humming is guessing what's coming let me be surprised! oh, ain't it great when fate ...makes you wait the world seems mirthless you feel worthless then suddenly, there's a big bone on your plate! Oh, Charlie, please remember Down there's a world of used cars And singles bars, broken dreams And out of reach stars... but it isn't over, not for this rover i don't like to steal... but i don't buy this deal... in 'bout three seconds, she'll have realized... and she's gonna be. wait'll you see. she's gonna be ...surprised!

this is relevant at just face value, but also.

qrow as 'the second child, the twin who never should have been, but came back wrong/cursed from a prior life' has been a brainworm based around this allusion for a very long time, and then Vol 9 came along and we got canon ascension/reincarnation for potentially everybody AND canon time-fuckery based around pocket watch imagery. so you know what, it's the time and place to talk about that too.

Ozma > qrow > Jaune parallel of boys trying so hard to be heroes but just end up dicking around and caught in things they don't understand. delicious.

[fandoms-in-law]

Queen Alice

@maritimecorpse suggested I rewrite Alice in Wonderland for the 400th fic I'm posting to AO3. This isn't a rewrite so much as playing in the world after remembering that the book does describe a chess game that ends with Alice able to become a queen.

Summary: Alice made it to the other side of the board and became a queen, now people are wondering how she'll get her army made.

/\/\

Now I'm no genius at chess and rarely ever play. I couldn't immediately recall where the pieces all begin or precisely how they interact.

But that's of no consequence here, for though our darling Alice played the game, she never realised what game it was. Of course she thought her day in wonderland was fragmented but a lot of days feel like that, especially when you're young and lessons make up your days.

Since her adventures following the white rabbit, Alice has carried on dreaming. She's been forever curious, wanting to know everything or figure out the answers to everything whether they're right or wrong.

We've mentioned chess already, and perhaps the average reader doesn't know why, or the average person who has seen the movies but not the books and probably assumed the story rotated around a card game instead of a mix of chess and nursery rhymes. After all, the Queen of Hearts is always there, and that's a playing card, not usually seen as a mixing of the queens in chess and the nursery rhyme about tarts being made.

It is however the reason that Alice finds more and more unusual reactions the next time she encounters Wonderland and the areas related to it. Because Alice made it across the board and changed from being a pawn into a queen, only she never gained the team beyond that; No king to defend as he hides behind walls, no rooks or bishops to work beside, nor knights and pawns to command in defence, just Queen Alice a victor with friends made along the way.

“You definitely don't know what's going on, dear. I assume you figured out the way you want to go at least?” The Cheshire cat is back, just his head, hanging in the air beside her as Alice is off again wondering why it's so important to know the locations of countries.

Glancing over she nodded confidently. “It's the way my feet are going.”

“A solid plan for deciding where to go.” He agreed. “You've cause chaos as nobody knows how you're going to form your army, let alone who you've claimed as your king.”

“Kings are rather stationary. Perhaps the Hatter would like that role. He has said he's stuck waiting for teatime forever more so he can't get much more stationary than that.” Alice mused, thinking back over her adventures. “But for the kingdom and army, I'd much prefer to just let people decide if they'd want to join me. Why not just make a group of friends instead of an army?”

The Cheshire cat laughed and she had to check he remained with her and didn't vanish with the noise. It seemed like he'd actually gained the rest of his body. “You've been managing that already. The Duchess has already been making comments over joining your lands and I believe the faux turtle and the gryphon would like to as well.”

“Then they can. Have you heard how Humpty Dumpty is doing? Have the kings men been able to put him together?” She enquired, not doubting for an instant that the cat would know these things even if he hadn't been around them at the same time as her.

“Not yet, but they're still trying. The horses have however given up and started making noise about the endeavour being pointless.” He sighed.

Alice nodded, going to say something more when she was suddenly getting yelled at by someone storming across what she now recognised as a garden, arms waving quite wildly. The recognition also made her realise that while walking with the Cheshire cat she had been walking over flower beds and apparently bent or broken a good many flowers.

It was unquestioned that the cat had dissolved into the air just as soon as the yelling began.

“What do you think you're doing? Damaging all my plants. Those pretty maids were almost in full bloom before you destroyed them.” The gardener yelled, gesturing back to the broken plants which did indeed look more and more like small fainted ladies the longer Alice stared at them.

“I do apologise. I was simply distracted discussing things with the Cheshire cat.” Alice offered, smiling in the hopes it would calm the gardener down some.

The gardener was not calmed and instead turned, glaring across the garden at a fence opposite. “Bad enough I can't get Miss Not a Peep over there to stop her sheep tramping the cockle shells, now I've got someone talking to invisible cats. Carry on with you. Stick to the grass on your way out!”

“Can I know your name please?” Alice asked, but did make her way towards the gate that she could see a sheep unlatching from the other side of it. The scene was reminding her of a rhyme but she wasn't quite certain which one.

“It's Mary.” Came the curt response.

Alice nodded slowly. “Well then Mary, I hope you won't find this impolite but perhaps a different type of fastening on your gate would help keep the sheep away?” She suggested, pointing to the one that was just trotting over to the flower beds.

Before anything could be done towards removing the sheep or finding a more secure gate fastening, it was opening again to a shepherdess Alice could only assume was the one Mary had been complaining about. “Has anyone seen my sheep? I've lost a number of them, you see.”

“There's one over here.” Mary stated, hefting said sheep over her shoulder only to dump it in front of the woman a moment later. “I keep telling you to look after them better and stop them destroying my garden.”

The shepherdess nodded, all too willing to agree. “I'm trying my best, Mary, but it's difficult when they escape in ways I can never figure out.”

“I'll come and look for the rest with you.” Alice decided. “I'm Alice. What's your name?”

“Little Bo Peep. Are you the new queen establishing herself?” She got a curious look from Mary at Bo Peep's question.

She nodded, “Yes. I'm rather just letting the establishing happen around me however. It's far less stressful that way and I've seen how frustrated the other queens are on the daily.”

“Then I'd be grateful for your help.”

As I began, Alice has been dreaming a lot, if you ask her family, ever since she first mentioned a white rabbit in a waistcoat, but there's good reason that a queen would need to be present in the places she gained her title.

[semimedieval]

who hasn't straight kissed on their evil father's front lawn? (what's the main plot, some kind of furniture?)

against my better judgement, i'm writing another extranei writeup post before i dig into this summary of contributions. please clap.

this entire 'oh noes monoceros's headquarters' sequence is so lame it's unreal. just really really lame. no clue what monoceros wants. he says he'll keep them prisoner until midsummer's day (are midsummer's day AND the full moon both macguffin dates here? incomprehensible.) then he says "get out of my house." then knights (there's knights now i guess) grab everyone except lupus which is such an obvious setup by Me, Guy Who Controls The Villain, to do this -

A knight appeared and pulled Max away, others held all of them back, except for Lupus. Monoceros walked over to him. "Max!" Ky screamed pulling against the grip of the guards. Lupus didn't think, didn't wonder what happened. He only froze his approaching father, then threw a snow ball into a knight's face, grabbing Max. "Maximus!" he called. "I know you only obey Ky, but please fly away?" He then pushed the other knights back with a wall of ice. "Leave my friends alone," he said, and his voice echoed around the hall. Max flew up, up before anyone could grab him again. How he hated those knights. Ky watched Lupus, admiration in her eyes. This was the Lupus who loved everyone, who really cared. Lupus and Ky. Ky and Lupus. They belonged together.

Wow! So glad that got resolved really really fast <3 this is wildly "unhealthy" but i DO think it was also deeply unfair of me to hold ky and lupus to standards of Healthy Relationship that i was absolutely not holding chuji and obsidian to. god. all for the crime of getting together really fast.

They flee the hall on unicorns. "Rim comes crashing into the hall, sitting on a wave", so the favor of "hey hope we don't mind if we resolve your My Character's In Danger Arc while you're not even onscreen <3" that moopy and i did to spark is now repaid to rim. they all get on unicorns and escape. and now, of course -

"I'm here, Ky," he said, dropping out of the sky without warning. (XD wth?!) "I'm sorry," he said, then his subconscious took over and he kissed her." He felt his cheeks redden. She hated him, and now he'd resent him more. They were over. How could he have done it? "Forgive me, Ky, I, I shouldn't have..." he said, close to tears. Ky put a finger to his lips and kissed him back. Loop's eyes widened. How could she have changed her mind so suddenly. "When you saved Max....it showed me that you cared for everyone not just me. You risked your life for us." "I...uh...we all do it for each other, every day." he stammered. "Thank you Lupus." She said in a sweet voice. "Don't look now, but there's a knight right behind us, about to stab you."

(there are some peanut gallery comments in there from the rest of the gang that i omitted, including quartz saying "this is slightly annoying" in a moment of uncharacteristic bitchiness)

the marvel movie dialogue of the last line is killing me. horrible. so is lupus 'falling out of the sky' (huh???) and so is the fact that i was wrong, ky in fact gives no indication that it's ok to make out with her now, as evidenced by the fact that lupus in the next line feels that he has made a horrible mistake (he is correct). in my defense my gender politics TENDED to be better at this (not when it comes to dunking on girls for being girly, but when it comes to appropriate occasions to kiss someone) but i was good at giving the people what they wanted.

chuji ends up "blasting the knight with fire" which is definitely scary but maybe not a guarantee of death (perfectly possible that it forces him back!), though i sure do read it that way when i have lupus say fucking uh

"Thanks for killing the knight, Chuji," Lupus smiled.

WHICH IS JUST SO COMPLETELY DERANGED. So much for my fucking musings on mortality at fort donelson earlier that year. Take a child to a civil war battlesite and they will have epiphanies about the permanency and seriousness of death for one whole day before completely failing to apply these lessons to their fiction.

and the silliness is not done yet, as we have to get hit with THIS deeply unfortunate scene

Spark looked at the two. "I wish Chuji and Obsidian would do that." Obsidian raised his eyebrows. "I heard that." Chuji walked towards Spark "Sooo. You wish Obsidan and I would practicly french kiss in front of everyone. Huh?" Quartz giggled. Tozi smirked. Obsidian blushed. ”When me and Chuji kiss, we do it in style," "Ha! Like, you know... privatley." "And not so enthusiastically. And with warning." "We never have time to do so... we'll have fun on the beach." (oh my god chuji! *nosebleed*) Tozi's ash turned red. And with that, the conversation ended.

Can you tell the children writing this are coming into their adolescence in catholic school? Does this detail surprise you? Because it's true! Augustine, as ever, is slightly ahead of the curve from me, hinting at a SCANDALOUS case of chuji and obsidian Kissing On The Beach, Nosebleed. Meanwhile, in gabe's words, "not so enthusiastically" is not the flex Obsidian thinks it is.

Jack is conspicuously absent, having termed this conversation way too inappropriate for his endorsement. Also, Obsidian's "Chuji and I are totally kissing a lot!!! Just privately where nobody can see!!" is immediately shut down by Chuji's "We never have time to kiss." (Insane thing to say, but they're an insanely dysfunctional couple.

If you (the nonexistent audience) are wondering if this made it into 2.0, the answer is a resounding YES:

Obsidian coughed politely. “Carry on,” he said cheerfully. “We’re here all day.”  “No we’re not, because we have to rescue Tozi,” said Spark pointedly, but she was holding back a smile. “That was very romantic, though. I wish Chuji and Obsidian would do that.”  “Do what? Passionately kiss in public?” Chuji asked, raising an eyebrow.  Obsidian had never mastered the art of raising a single eyebrow, so instead he raised both. “When Chuji and I kiss, we do it in style.”  Quartz had to giggle at the entirely uncharacteristic phrase, but Chuji was playing along. “Like, you know, privately.”  “Not quite as enthusiastically.”  “With a bit of warning.”  Ky and Lupus were blushing, but his hand was on her waist and his on his shoulder in a way that made Quartz suspect - and god, there was a thought - that the two of them were quite eager to get home.

Sigh at that last line. Such was the nature of Me Being Fifteen And Trying To Look Cool that my inherent assumption was "well if you're fifteen and dating you're obviously having sex!!!!" and like a) i don't wanna think about it. these kids i wrote when i was fifteen are still fifteen, and i'm not anymore. b) i failed to consider that ESPECIALLY in the Semi Medieval nature of this universe, something "we should wait!!" coded is perhaps more likely, maybe not til marriage but til they're older or certain about each other or confident with each other or whatever. i am obviously not against teenagers having sex or this being the case in fiction, i just think i was writing about them with the standards of adult relationships when they are not that. Also, shoutout to me for keeping "not quite as enthusiastically." Do you think Obsidian and Chuji have a "WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT" fight offscreen after this exchange? vote now on your phones.

Before we close off and get back to work, a reunion.

Suddenly, Lupus saw a grey unicorn in the crowd. "Twink!" he yelled, practically jumping onto the unicorn's neck. "Twink?" Ky gave him a strange look. "What the heck." said Obsidian casually. To see cold, calculating Lupus cuddling a regal-looking unicorn who was whinnying happily was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. He stood up, embarrassed. "Twink is my old unicorn. My father named him, if you're wondering. His full name is Rainbow Twinkle, but..."

haha yeah yeah twink the unicorn we've all giggled about it but more pertinently: HORSEBOY HORSEBOY HORSEBOY

anyway the gang gets home and is setting off for the sea tomorrow. as a final note because this inexplicably takes place before the timeskip tomorrow: i'm apparently getting insecure that extranei hasn't been misogynist towards quartz specifically enough lately because i bring back the running gag about packing

Quartz grinned. It was going to be a fantastic day. Obsidian had packed this morning. Putting on his backpack, he went through Quartz's stuff and discarded a pair of sequined high heels. Where did she get these things? Obsidian came out and handed Quartz her bag. "Here you go, smuggler. And get yourself a ponytail or something, your hair is going to be in a terrible state later."

Why is he such a straight up freak all the time. MY Quartz would first degree murder knife chase for him and he would deserve it

Quartz to lupus all the time would be like "you never played first degree murder knife chase?" like penelope and azalea after them. some things never change <3

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

((So, I'm sure you're wondering 'Yo, where has Goober been for about a week?'. If not, that's also fine and I'm here to tell you. This past week, as well as the week before, has been some of the busiest times I've had in awhile. It completely caught me off-guard and the change in temperature from moderate/cool to hot/hotter is not helping.

I haven't slept well since the temp change about two-to-three weeks ago and it's catching up to me badly. I think the recovery time for this is also skewed because of it. So, I think I have to make a decision I didn't want to.

I'm going to be going on a small hiatus again. For the moment, I hope it's only until the end of the month. I'll be lurking on my personal blog and my self-insert blog @agoobersretreat , but I will be mostly silent otherwise.

I love you all very much and I appreciate your patience with me in that I need time to recover and you all have proven, time and time again, you're willing to afford me that.

Until next month or so, ciao~!))

23 notes - Posted June 4, 2022

#4

Suddenly, Mallow is hugged by Anne!

"Oh, thank GOD you're back to normal, girl..."

"Oop? Oh, uhh, thank you?" Mallow giggles and squeals, happily hugging Anne back. A nice and cozy soft lady? Why wouldn't she?

"Mmmm, I dunno what you mean or what happened, but I'm glad I'm okay then~!" Awww, those big-little eyes.

24 notes - Posted April 6, 2022

#3

((Gonna be busy for the rest of today and tomorrow, so my plan is to finally get to those asks and replies this weekend while I'm staying inside and avoiding the heat that's suddenly upon us!

Until that day, I will be reblogging this each day or so and also gonna ask for an ask call on @agoobersretreat , as I can usually spit those out pretty fast and also I'm always in the mood for playing myself.

Anywho, you guys have a great rest of the week and I'll see ya then~! Keep an eye out for activity all over soon enough~!))

25 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

#2

Alrighty, I answered a lot of asks today on all my blogs.

Against my better judgement, send me some more to whittle down over the week. I'd appreciate keeping my mind busy, ya know?

Love y'all~!

32 notes - Posted March 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

someheartlesslady

"Depends. Have youuuuu been behaving?"

“Yiiiiiiiiiiisss~! I have been cuz it is...not like me to misbehave~?” Lying through her teeth, of course.

61 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

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