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flowering-thought · 7 months
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I told myself "maybe this will be the last part!" Clearly I was wrong-
Now if you haven't played TOTK or at least gotten spoilers for the story I wouldn't recommend reading this. In Ganondorfs' story, I intended to carry out as much of the plot as I could to prepare for the next part of the ideas I have. Dw, there will be a happy ending! Eventually..
So welcome to part three! Sit back, relax, prepare for drama and a rise in obsessive behavior <3
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four
WARNING - MINORS DNI
AFAB reader and reader is described as feminine and chubby/plus sized.
Yandere themes, spoilers for TOTK, slight imprisonment/isolation, violence, pregnancy, controlling behavior
Yandere Ganondorf x Archeologist Reader (part three)
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Everything was perfect. You had grown so content being married to Ganondorf. He was so gentle with you and you loved seeing how warm he could be towards his people.
You knew that the other major village of the Gerudo was slightly sour about your union. After all, legends tell of a male being born every hundred years but they also have whispers about a curse of evil.
You were just glad that there hadn't seemed to be much fighting with the other major Gerudo village and that luckily everything seemed calm.
You loved bringing around your notebook, sketching the village's people and Ganondorf.
One morning he had asked about the scribbles in your notebook that accompanied your drawings and that may have been the catalyst for what was to come.
"These? They are my notes. My thought process is messy and unorganized at times and I don't like people being able to read my notes. It's like an inner look into my thoughts and it's scary to think someone can do that just by picking up a notebook of mine." You answered, returning to the notebook and looking up at your husband to continue sketching him. You loved how the light of dawn would look on his skin.
A part of him thought it was rational of you to create a code just for your notes. But the other part of him whispered and agonized his thoughts of what you could be hiding.
You only had three notebooks on the shelf in your shared room. The fourth you kept with you as it was still being written in as the days passed. He had never had an interest in them before but suddenly those thoughts of his made him anxious.
So one day when you were out roaming the village he picked up the first notebook and opened it. Sights of a village and tower with a large telescope sketched into its pages. And a young Hylian with an odd device around his waist appeared halfway through.
You then began to sketch through the travels, the monsters you saw, and the people you came across along the way, he saw many words repeated which he assumed to be names, and his brows furrowed at the frustration that came with not being able to decipher the code you created.
And then a misty forest scrawled through the pages, and a large tree with a kind face appeared. He thought there was no way such a thing could exist but then he saw the sword in the stone, and anxious characters drawn out in your notebook, small creatures gathered by the Hylian man that you accompanied on his adventures.
He noticed a map fall from the pages and noticed how different things were labeled in the usual Hylian text, including Gerudo Town. And a place called Kara Kara Bazaar. These places don't exist, so why would you create a false map? And the great plataue? And the kingdom of Hyrule in the middle of the central plains?
His heart raced as he looked through the pages, eventually going to the next notebook to look through the different sketches, needing to try and comprehend what your sketches were telling.
And midway through the second notebook he noticed you were celebrating Zeldas' return. As you sketched her and Hylian man that Ganondorf assumed to be reuniting.
And then tales of exploring caverns and different ruins, your sketches of places you got to see with Zelda and the Hylian man.
And the detailed sketch of a sword along with other writings.
And then came the third notebook. It was more details and sketches of people and what seemed to be plans of taking something back. And towards the end what seemed to be ominous clouds leaked out of a cave entrance.
And that was where the third ended.
He placed all notebooks back in their places, including the map into the first notebook.
He made it back to his study and shut the door, ordering everyone out. He sat on his chair and held his head in his hands, trying to understand the information he came across.
It was that moment when he started to watch you more closely as you wrote in your fourth notebook. He noticed you had a habit of mouthing the words you wrote.
You did it quite often at the end of the day when you would write whatever details you learned. But during the days when you were actively doing something you wrote without thought.
So he started to learn what you were mouthing, noticing each character you wrote and would write it down for later, figuring out each character and attempting to put it into everyday use so he could learn it a bit better.
And with that, he waited for another time when you would be out all day. He felt conflicted about sneaking around.
He wanted to ask you but at the same time, he couldn't handle it if you refused to tell him the truth.
And now he sat on the bed, your first notebook in his hands and he opened it up.
It took him a minute to slowly get the characters to line up in his mind and to apply it to the words but finally, he could figure it out.
He skipped to the midway section where the Hylian man showed up.
"One day I was headed up to the lab to see some man standing at the edge of the village where the lab is. Since the home my parents left me is in town I always stay there and make the trek upwards to the lab. Something doesn't feel right if I don't stay in my home. Like I'd be betraying my parents for leaving that home behind for another."
Ganondorf let himself breathe a bit, his mind berating him for thinking that something sinister could be going on. But he continued to read as he wanted to know more about you.
"The man told me his name was Link. He rarely talked but he at least told me his name! He mentioned something about needing to see Purah so I led him up to the lab. And that's where the commotion started. Turns out he's THAT Link!! The hero of Hyrule! The one that was a guard to Princess Zelda!"
"He held the Sheikah Slate on his belt too. And it was mind-boggling to know that he could travel with the use of it to other shrines that were dug up due to the calamity around 100 years ago. After some debate and worries about how Link will travel as he's lost his memories and everything, Purah let Link stay a night and told Link to stay with me for the night so she could adjust the machine that would update the Sheikah slate with some other features."
"She pulled me aside out of Links' view and asked me to accompany him on his journey. I thought it sounded ridiculous. I've never left Heteno Village. All my knowledge of the world was found in books and samples and everything I could get passed down by word of mouth as well. Wouldn't I just be deadweight to a well-trained soldier like Link?"
"But Purah told me that he's been asleep for a hundred years. That the Calamity took his memories and that waking in a world you hardly know is lonesome. And I understand that. To be lonely despite all these people claiming they know you. And for Link to be told he has to rescue someone he doesn't remember and to save a kingdom from Calamity despite not even remembering the kingdom itself."
"So I set out on the journey, assuring Link that when he would have to go after the four divine beasts I would stay behind and wait to not put any pressure on him to keep me safe."
Calamity? Divine beasts? What is happening? Ganondorfs' mind was spinning as he continued through the pages, your visits to the Zora and then the Rito, even the Gorons and the Gerudo people, a town with no men allowed and a girl he doesn't even know as chief.
He couldn't wrap his mind around it as he made it through the notebooks and then finally towards the end of the third notebook that details what you described as Gloom he decided he needed to get his hands on the fourth notebook.
Things were too much and he couldn't keep his anxiety at bay.
When you returned, you greeted him with a big smile, happily hugging him. "I've missed you so much recently! You seem so busy lately." You exclaim, happily sitting on his lap before leaving a kiss on his cheek.
He loved how affectionate you were, it nearly took away all his anxiety at that moment.
And his dark thoughts swayed and his intent to peak into your fourth notebook wavered.
You noticed his change in demeanor and looked up at him, you lifted your hands to hold his cheeks, forcing him to face you. You put your forehead against his and left a little butterfly kiss on his nose, "What's wrong Gan? You've been a bit off recently." you ask.
And how he wished he could just peer right into your mind without having to ask the questions he wanted to know. He wished he knew everything about you. Everything you weren't saying, every moment of your life he wished he had seen by your side.
And with that the question he had left his lips, "Who are you?" He asked, pulling away a bit to cup your cheek. He didn't have the heart to tell you he peaked into your notebooks and deciphered the code to them, he wanted to hear everything from your lips. You held his hand close as you looked into his eyes, trying to understand the meaning of his question.
He could see the frown form on your face and he could tell your mind was racing as the meaning of his question could only be one thing. He moved his thumb across your cheek as he waited for your mind to form words. "I'm the same person you met at the kingdom of Hyrule. I'm just..." He watched as you struggled to say the words you wanted to say, tears forming in your eyes as you leaned your head against his chest, "Please don't think I'm crazy. Don't leave me. Please listen without thinking of how bizarre this all sounds." You begged.
The sound of your voice when begging like that made his heart break. How your voice broke and how the tears rolled down your cheeks, he never wanted to see you in pain, so it was hard to hear. But he gave a hum of confirmation and you told him everything.
You told him you come from an Era where everything happening now is practically a legend of how the kingdom formed, that not much is known about this current Era, that something had happened while traveling and you grabbed Zelda before she fell into a cavern. And somehow she had taken you with her to the past.
He felt you weren't telling him everything. But at the time he understood why. It already sounded impossible to go to the past but the fact that Zelda is a descendant of the current King and Queen also explained the saying that Zelda was a distant relative.
You told him about Link and how he defeated the Calamity. And how you got to meet Zelda and how you were all trying to get the kingdom back on its legs for years until something started leaking out of the depths of Hyrule castle and infecting the people with illness.
But while you told him about the incident about falling and coming to the past, you didn't tell him about the mummy inside the depths. You didn't tell him that you suspected it was him. How could you? Nor did you tell him about the master sword, as a part of you wasn't sure how to explain it to him.
You had told him "everything", and he assured you that his love for you would not change. He held you until you fell asleep and tucked you in after some thinking on his part.
Just because his love for you would not change, doesn't mean he had any trust in others. He could tell you loved him. That you trusted him and believed in him and his capabilities to be a good leader. But he didn't trust anyone around you. If Zelda comes from the past she could figure out a way to bring you to the present again. To bring you back to your Era. He couldn't have that. And if Rauru and Sonia helped her get you back?
His mind raced and he reached for your fourth notebook. He needed to know the details you weren't telling him.
"Calamity Ganon has fallen and yet when we entered that cave and traveled to the past I felt just as stuck when Calamity Ganon was wreaking havoc. A mummy with long red hair and a hand that kept its power at bay. What could have happened? What could have caused such a thing to be underneath the castle? It doesn't make sense. So I'm going to research all I can about the Zonai while I'm here to figure everything out."
It detailed your time before Ganondorf had arrived at the castle. And then your first meeting.
"A Gerudo King called Ganondorf arrived today, a meeting for peace and prosperity. At first, I thought it was a coincidence. The name was all too familiar to a certain monster that plagued Hyrule for 100 years. And yet the mummy we saw bears a resemblance to him. Long red hair and piercing eyes. The jewelry it wore also looked similar."
"But how would such events occur? And he seemingly knew Link and Zelda! He talked about the master sword as well! But never called my name. Or did he even know I was there? Things aren't making sense and I'm afraid of what could happen. Yet I don't want to see the Gerudo suffer either. It seems as though his warriors admire him yet something about Ganondorf seems too ambitious to see exactly how much he is loved."
More entries later, he comes across your thoughts about marriage to him.
"Everyone is advising me to turn down the offer of marriage. I understand why. But I want to change things. Maybe I can stop whatever happens in the future now. While Ganondorf does bear a resemblance to the mummy in that cave and I can't confirm or deny anything, I have this urge to at least try. Plus the Gerudo people are suffering! I can understand the hatred in his heart when his people have to struggle in the desert when it seems as though the Hylian people don't suffer through the same trials they do."
He read it all and it clicked. He had to continue with his plan even if it meant upsetting you.
You wanted to change the future. You wanted to stay with him and keep him safe. You wanted him and also wanted to protect the people of this land. So shouldn't he try to change the future for you?
He needed that secret stone. With that he'd have enough power to make sure nothing could stop him, and that nothing could dare to get between you, not even Zelda or anything called time.
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You awoke to the sight of an empty bed. It's odd because Ganondorf is always by your side with a smile on his face. After the conversation last night, your eyes were slightly puffy and you had a small headache.
Not to mention you felt sick to your stomach.
As much as you wanted to lay in bed and laze around you had the feeling you'd need to find Ganondorf and talk more about the future. You wanted to assure him that even if Zelda found a way back you wouldn't go. That you'd stay with him.
So you got up and got dressed, you looked around for Inesa, as normally she would come to wake you and Ganondorf up if you both were having a lazy morning. But she wasn't anywhere to be found.
You walked to the doors of your bedroom, reaching for the handle only to find that the door wouldn't open.
Your eyes widened and your heart began to race, you tried to keep calm but something in you felt as though something was wrong so you began to push on the doors, trying hard to get out but nothing was happening.
"Your majesty?" a voice came from the other side of the door and the doors opened, two guards on each side and Inesa stood in the middle.
"Inesa? Why is the door being held closed? Has something happened?" You asked, your heart beating far too loud in your ear for your liking.
Inseam glanced at the guards before leading you back into the bedroom. The guards closed the door behind you two, and she sat you down on your bed. "His Majesty has decided to visit the King and Queen of Hyrule. He set out before dawn, so I suspect he's already made it by now." She stated, her eyes showing concern as she watched your features to see how you'd respond.
You quickly got up, Inesa had already started on about how there was nothing to worry about but you couldn't hear her, you searched your bedside table for your most recent notebook only to find it missing. You then quickly searched the shelves and your first notebook. You found the map but it wasn't in the place where you had put it. You put it at the end of the notebook. You did that because it had significance and yet it was in the pages near the middle.
You felt even more sick now. Your head was pounding and you could feel your heart beating uncontrollably. You felt nauseous but also dizzy, reaching out to hold yourself up against your desk but you couldn't find the strength.
Inesa watched you faint, barely managing to catch your head before you hit the ground. She hurriedly called the guards and demanded one of them to bring a healer.
Somehow you had pieced together what Ganondorf was doing and Inesa was hoping you wouldn't. She was ordered to keep you in the bedroom and lie to you, yet somehow she couldn't bring herself to lie. She should have lied so you wouldn't be in such distress.
After you fainted you found yourself waking up on the bed, Inesa and an older Gerudo woman who you had seen healing the wounded before sitting by your side.
Inesa glanced at your face and smiled upon realizing you were awake.
"Oh thank the goddess you're awake. The healer said it was due to stress that you collapsed." She said, holding your hand gently in her own before the healer stood up to feel your head and check your pulse.
"You really need to keep yourself calm, it's not good to be too stressed out, especially in your condition." She stated.
You sat up carefully and looked to your side, looking at the older woman with curiosity written all over your features. "Ah I'm assuming you didn't know? Well it's still early I doubt even the morning sickness has started yet." She said, looking over your features once more before nodding as though confirming to herself once more.
"You're with child little vai. Considering the whole palace and many of the people in the village know of the loud and passionate nights that you and his majesty share its no wonder you've already fallen pregnant. Thought it's good for a man to not be able to keep his hands off his wife no?" She stated.
She left some herbs on your desk and instructed Inesa on how to prepare them for you as it might be better for you to take extra care of your body for the coming months.
You sat there in shock, your hand going to your belly as you hunched over and tried not to cry.
What were you going to do? Ganondorf was undoubtedly going to do something you couldn't stop, something you didn't even know the plans about. You wanted to stop what was going to happen in that cave but what if you caused it?
And now you were with his child? You felt sick. But you also knew you needed to warn Zelda. Ganondorf was probably trying to look for something inside Hyrule castle under the guise of wanting to ensure peace. But you needed to somehow get out of the palace without anyone noticing.
You couldn't even fathom how to get out. You stood up and looked out the windows to Gerudo Canyon. You'd have to make it through there as fast as you could or else there'd be no chance.
As you glance over the palace and at the stables, wondering about how to quickly make your way without running into anyone. But as you looked out the window and took your time to think as night fell and the stars came out, you could see a sudden beam of red light in the distance, the clouds in that section turning a red hue as the same dark light that emitted from the caverns of Hyrule castle had shown themselves for the first time in this Era.
Your heart dropped as you watched, knowing that it had finally happened. You had no choice but to run. Something horrible was going to happen.
You gathered a few clothes and shoved them in a bag, bringing your notebooks as they were the start of this mess. You would need to burn them when you get the chance.
You'd have to escape early morning so you waited, listening by the door for when the guards would go on break or have a change in shift. And when you finally heard the telltale signs of the guards leaving you tested to see if the door would open and smiled when they did.
You quickly made your way through the halls, hiding in rooms or behind pillars if you heard or saw anyone before they saw you. And when you finally made it to the throne room of the palace where the grand entrance to the village sat, you nearly collapsed at the sight of Ganondorf standing there, a secret stone embedded in his forehead and a frown on his features as though he was waiting for you.
"I hoped it wouldn't happen but a part of me knew you wouldn't be happy with the sudden changes." He claimed, approaching you carefully. Your hands tightened on the strap of your bag, taking a step back.
"What have you done Ganondorf?" You asked, your voice wavering. He only shook his head at your stubborn actions, keeping still so you wouldn't try to run past him yet.
"I did what I had to do my love. They would have taken you from me. They would have used the power of their secret stones to trap me away. And you and I would never get to meet again. I won't allow what happens to happen. So isn't it obvious I need to destroy and rebuild so none of what happened in your time will never come to pass." He stated, saying those words as though it was a necessity.
You felt sick, your hand coming down to your stomach as you thought of who he could have killed. It couldn't be Zelda, right? But who on earth did he?
You felt dizzy as you leaned against the wall for support, keeping your other hand out as a way to try and keep Ganondorf away.
He was surprised at your sudden state. He knew the news would shock you but not to this extent. It wasn't until Inesa happened upon the scene and quickly came to your aid.
"Your majesty! What are you doing up? You only collapsed yesterday you need to rest." She scolded. She noticed the tension but her main concern was your health. Tears filled your eyes as your knees gave out, your hand covering your lips as you struggled to stifle the sobs your throat wanted to scream.
Inesa may hold fear towards Ganondorf but she didn't want to see you like this so she stood up between you two, holding her arm out as though to shield you, "Your majesty, please understand that I mean no disrespect but her majesty collapsed yesterday you see. She is under a lot of stress and it isn't good especially considering her condition. Please permit me to escort her back to her quarters.".
Ganondorf didn't want some maid getting in the way of talking to you, but he could see how your shoulders shook and how much you mourned and so he allowed it, watching as you were gently led away to the bedroom.
He called over another maid, asking to bring the healer to him. He had no doubt that if you collapsed the healer would know about your condition.
And when not even fifteen minutes later Ganondorf came barreling through your bedroom doors with worry and excitement you knew it would be impossible to escape.
You watched as he drew closer to the bed, kneeling next to where you lay and putting his hand over your stomach.
You wanted to forget. A part of yourself wanted to live not knowing of what Ganondorf had done and just bury yourself into his arms. But you couldn't. You couldn't live in foolish ignorance like that.
You turned your head away from him, trying to think of other ways you could get out of his grasp. You needed to make sure Zelda was alright, you needed to help in any way you could.
Ganondorf felt hurt but held back, knowing that you could get even more upset due to the state you were in. So he merely relished in how you allowed him to be by your side and he hoped that in the coming months that you would be in a more fragile state he would get you to love him as he took care of you.
But unfortunate for some, one maid who still held the sight of you holding back sobs would overcome her fear of the very King she served.
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Inesa took the time to watch for a week of the new schedules the guards were put on and how Ganondorf acted around you.
She watched as you struggled to look at him and how at night you would wander your bedroom, pacing back and forth as you looked to Gerudo Canyon, past its vast mountains, and to the plateau where another kingdom lie.
So she kept watch and one night when Ganondorf was rushed with planning and preparation to take down the kingdom of Hyrule she woke you up, watching as you sat up and looked at her curiously.
"Come. I'm going to get you out of here." She claimed, a bag already packed of your things and clothes, another with hers and rations to keep you both satisfied through the trip.
You gave her a look of worry, not expecting Inesa to help you as you thought she would always follow Ganondorfs' rules and conditions. But you shook your worried thoughts from your head and nodded, taking her hand as you both began to run through the palace, finally coming to the stables where the horses and sand seals lay.
She got the horse ready and you thought for a moment before you started undoing all the stable locks, setting the horses and sand seals free so it would take a bit longer for them to realize what horse was missing and also cause enough chaos to let you leave.
Inesa held you in front of her on the horse and informed you that you would be taking a different route than usual, not wanting to get caught yet.
She went as fast as she could watching over your features to check for discomfort. And luckily you managed to keep mostly calm as you and Inesa rode through Gerudo Canyon.
And when you had finally made it out of the canyon you told Inesa to go elsewhere, to the temple you knew as the forgotten temple was undoubtedly the place they would go in times of war and tragedy.
It took extra time to get there, and you constantly worried about the chance of Ganondorf catching you. The fear of what he would do not only to Inesa but to hyrule stuck in your mind.
But as you reached the temple, the sight of Mineru speaking with one of the sages made you tear up, Mineru was surprised by your approach, her eyes sorrowful as she opened her arms. You quickly jumped off the horse, ignoring Inesas' worries, and leaped into Minerus' arms, crying as suddenly Zelda came into the picture.
Zelda looked just as sad until she saw you, quickly taking you into her arms before glaring at Inesa.
But you assured that without Inesa you wouldn't have been able to escape.
And after making sure you were okay, eventually, you were told that Sonia was dead.
The news saddened you more than you thought, a feeling of shock and despair running into you like waves. You couldn't help but sob at the revelation, which eventually led to her grave where a sundelion lay.
You came across Rauru and apologized, his sorrow written all over his features as he embraced you, glad that at least you were safe.
And then the planning of a fight began.
But as things were revealed and intentions laid bare, Ganondorf had nearly destroyed the palace, his rage uncontrollable at the fact you were gone.
How could you? How could you leave him? He knew you wanted peace, but peace was something foolish! He needed to destroy this world and create it anew. He wanted it for you and himself and the new life growing within you born from the love that you and he shared.
With a world where only someone as strong as him could keep you safe and sound, keep you fed and healthy and protected. Where only those who shared his ideals would thrive.
And yet one maid ruined it by bringing you out of his reach.
His anger knew no bounds as he finally prepared for another battle. He'd kill that foolish King and Zelda that could take you away. He'd make you realize you only had him. That you will stay by his side and love him just as you did when you cried and begged him to not call you crazy at the confession of where you came from.
And so a drawn-out battle began, many Gerudo villages falling and many citizens of Hyrule falling in the crossfire. It had only been two weeks and Ganondorf was proving that his power was far too strong and overwhelming.
You tried to think of ways to get him off gaurd, or to persuade him! But you kept having doubts and worries, and finally, when a battle was agreed upon in the depths of the central plains, you overheard the conversation between Rauru and Zelda.
The confirmation of Ganondorf as the man they found in the cave and the worry of what would happen to Rauru and the sages.
Upon hearing the conversation you couldn't help but feel like you were at fault. But another part of you wondered if such a thing was fate? That time was rewound but perhaps it was destined to happen?
That maybe the goddess Hylia gave us this chance to change the outcome of the future hoping that Link could overcome Ganondorf.
You followed Zelda to the final battle, knowing that you were nothing but a hindrance as you could not fight you stayed at the back of the army, helping tend to wounded soldiers and hoping that the rest could manage to fend off Ganondorf.
But something felt off. You couldn't shake off the feeling that something was about to happen. Your intuition was screaming at you to run, to warn Zelda and the rest.
So you did want any fool would do, you ran down the steps leading to the depths, running as fast as you could without the risk of falling, finding that the sages and Rauru were at their limit you screamed-
"Ganondorf!". The single use of his name was enough for him to turn around, and without a second thought the sages hurled their weapons at the Demon King. He brushed them off with annoyance, Zelda using her power of time to make them rush back at him before he lost his temper.
"I've seen this all before! And now-" He shouted, expecting Rauru at his front but unexpectedly Rauru appeared below him, just out of sight to deal a blow to his gut, Rauru's power and third eye unleashed then and there, overwhelming the Demon King.
"You bind my heart and steal my magic? You plan to hold me here like a fool to solve your problems... But are you ready to pay the price for this?"
Rauru smirked, determination lacing his tone, "Don't be so smug, I know exactly what it will cost me.".
You held your hands together, the sorrow of realizing what was happening as the scene in front of you unfolded. Zelda crying out Raurus' name, you couldn't move, stuck in place as you watched history unfold.
Ganondorf laughed, a large smile etched on his face, "Thousands of years will pass in the blink of an eye. You'll only delay the inevitable.".
But Rauru's brows furrowed and he stood his ground, "Years from now someone will appear with the sword that seals the darkness. A swordsman with the power to defeat you - Link."
"Remember this name."
Ganondorfs' eyes widened at the familiar name, his interest peaked at everyone's confidence in a mere Hylian.
Ganondorf was reminded of your journey with him and smiled, "Interesting... I look forward to meeting him..." He groaned out, struggling as he was finally sealed.
The light of his power dimmed and his body frozen in time, all his power taken. And Rauru's eyes dimmed, his final action as the founding King of Hyrule settled as his life was taken only to seal Ganondorf away.
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You and Zelda remained at the temple of time. You weren't sure what was to happen next, both you and Zelda mourning and comforting each other inside the temple.
You held your hand over your stomach, your heart aching at all the events that unfolded.
It was likely you would never see Ganondorf or Link and Purah, or let your child know the joys of the things you wanted them to know of the home you grew up in or the journey you went on.
You felt lost.
You and Zelda were in the temple of time when Zelda acted strange. You watched as she started going to the alter outside, as though being called by something.
"Zelda? What's happening what are you doing?" You asked, following her to the alter which glowed with the familiar light you saw only once when you and Zelda were brought back in time.
You watched as Zelda put her hands out, sensing something you couldn't as time turned before your eyes, and suddenly the decayed form of the master sword appeared in her hands.
You came close, startled by the sudden sight of the sword. That must mean that Link is okay! You smiled at the sight of the sword but Zelda looked solemn, something clicked in her mind that you didn't know.
"I know why I am here." Zelda claimed, her features full of determination.
She told you to stay there in the temple of time, quickly rushing off to who knows. But you stayed still, glancing at the altar before putting your hand down on the stone.
It was warm from the sun. You wondered why the master sword was sent back in time, why Zelda suddenly seemed so sure of what was to come.
Within the next day Zelda returned, you had slept inside the temple, sure that Zelda would return soon.
She laid the master sword on the altar and held the Purah pad in her hands, entrusting the item to a part of Mineru's spirit and then handing it to a helper construct.
You couldn't understand what was happening. Zelda had told you to stand at the front where the sword lay, telling you she was going to restore the master sword but she never told you how.
You watched as she stood in front of the sword, you staying by her side in front of the hilt of the blade.
"Link.. I will restore the master sword for you. I will care for it until the time comes. I will pour my power into it and it will be the weapon that defeats the Demon King." She stated.
You watched as she took the secret stone from her necklace, anxiety pooling inside your stomach at the sudden action.
You didn't understand until she spoke again, "You must..."
And suddenly she swallowed the stone, you took a step back, and the memory of Mineru discussing dragonification entered your mind, you covered your hand over your mouth in shock.
The skies turned grey and Zelda's power showed itself, the light coming off of her body enough to blind you, her power enhanced and she grasped the master sword before turning to you, a sorrowful look in her eyes as she pushed you, your back facing the ledge as you were pushed off, the similar light that enveloped you and brought you to this Era wrapped you once again.
And then you understood. To recover the master sword.. To send you back to warn Link.. Just before Zelda loses herself due to the overwhelming power and eternal life that would heal the master sword, she sent you back with the sudden enhancement of her power due to eating the secret stone.
Your body disappeared into a whirl of light and Zelda held the sword in a hug, looking to the sky, "Link! Protect them all!".
Those words you heard as time turned forward, tears spilling as your consciousness once again faded.
In the center of Lookout landing, among the newly appointed four sages and Link who discussed entering Hyrule castle with Purah, a sudden flash of light appeared, the familiar light made Link run.
While he knew it wasn't Zelda by the figure he still ran, catching you before you hit the ground. Your familiar sleeping face, your eyes slightly puffy still, and unfamiliar garbs.
Link was just glad to see one of you alive and held you close, his brows furrowed as he hugged you and then brought you to a place where you could rest inside of lookout landing.
Entering Hyrule Castle with the four sages would have to wait. He had to see what was going on first, as the tears and memories he picked up were yet to be complete.
He watched your sleeping figure and let out a small sigh, looking out the window of Purahs' room in Lookout landing and wondering where could Zelda be...
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crheativity · 21 days
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Could I get a Jack Howl @ 4pm with cuddles?
This feels like a restaurant order, but y'know what, it's not too far so I'll take it
WARNINGS: Reader’s shorter than Jack (bro is 192cm/6’3”. That’s heckin tall). Reader is also a bit clingy hehe but it’s all very wholesome and fluffy dw. Sorry if it’s a little short!
COMMENTS: Haha it does kinda! Sorry if this is a little out of character, I’m still learning how to write Jack lol. Btw, you didn’t have to use anon if you didn’t want to :) I hope you enjoy this! 
If you'd like to request something for my 200 followers event, details can be found here.
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“Stay.” You looked up at Jack from your position at his side on the couch. He froze as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him a little closer. “Please?”
Jack hesitated, splotches of pink painted across his face.
“It’s been too long since we hung out,” you pouted, tightening your grip around him. “Could we just stay like this today? No homework or club business or anything? Please?” 
This is a trap. Jack thought, as he looked down at you. Your face was so cute. It… shouldn’t hurt to take an afternoon off, right? He bit his lip. He’s got that project from Crewel and that assignment from Trein he really ought to do, not to mention track practice… 
“Pleeasseee?”
Jack sighed. He couldn’t win. He shifted so he was facing you, gently wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head in the crook of your neck, his tail wagging slightly. 
“Alright.” He mumbled, his breath tickling your skin. You hummed excitedly and shifted to a more comfortable position.
Jack hummed and pulled you closer. His cheeks were so warm, he was glad you couldn’t see them. He was so weak to you, it didn’t make sense. He knew he liked you - he wouldn’t have asked you out otherwise. He didn’t expect you to have him so totally wrapped around your finger like this.
Jack looked at your position in his arms. You seemed to fit perfectly. He smiled, feeling a blush spread to his cheeks. Maybe he didn’t mind it so much after all.
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♥Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!♥
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Hello! I just binge read almost everything you wrote and i really do enjoy your writing
i wanted to request sth you don't have to write it if you don't want to then just ignore this
but the kaulitz twins (seperate) with a s/o who gets distracted/lost easily? maybe childhood friends to lovers vibes
and they have no orientation skills(?) as well, and when they see sth they go either 'oooh shiny :o' or go after a random street cat or sth like that?
i imagine they're at the airport and s/o saw sth and went the other direction and bill/tom running/going after them and bring them back to the others
again if you don't want to write it it's alright :)
and i apologize for my english it's not my first language
(Hello! Np and here ya go! Enjoy! Also your english is very good and I'm glad you enjoy my writing!)
#4 and commented by @sleepylibra25
Easily Distracted S/o
Tom Kaulitz
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You definitely keep this mans on his toes
Mainly because you guys are somehow alike when you guys get distracted
He’s trying to be the responsible one and get you on task at hand and like get you guys to where you need to be 
But he also gets distracted
Especially if it is something he likes in a shop or like a cat
You guys have been late on multiple occasions because of this
But you guys have fun dw
He does like to hold your hand a lot due to your habit of getting lost easily though
It's a given now that your hand is laced with his
But it barely works because you just end up tugging him wherever you’re going
And you both end up lost now
He knows what to do and like how to find you when you’re alone and lost like a pro
Mainly because he has done this again and again growing up with you
Sometimes it can get annoying but not for long because you guys will end up laughing
But when its something important and you guys NEED to be on time then he will tell you to stop in like kinda an annoyed tone
He will probably not even notice until you look kinda guilty and like you feel bad
He feels bad after that though because he doesn’t want you to think you’re a problem, obviously
He likes giving you stuff to see your reactions and like if you’ll go “Oooh, shiny!” like you do or “Oooh, it's smooth!”
He likes seeing your reactions because they’re very candid and genuine like a kid because you can’t hide them
It’s how he knows how you feel and how you like stuff or dislike stuff
He noticed very early on when you were kids that you didn’t have much social awareness
Like when someone cried, or when someone was telling a joke and you just stared
He had to explain like if you accidentally said something insensitive a lot
But he laughs when you did that even if you felt bad so don't worry babes
Bill Kaulitz
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Dude can actually have so much fun with you its uncanny
He doesn’t really mind when you wander off
He can find you in a heartbeat or he can just call you and you gus will make your way back to each other
But he likes being on time to things, especially if they’re important and he doesn’t really like to be late
And you can sometimes make you guys run late so he’s hurrying to find you a lot
“Look! Bill, look!”
“Ye- yes, I know but we got to go!”
That happens a lot but he doesn’t want you to feel bad so he’ll do his best not to get annoyed
Especially because he does know that you don’t do it on purpose
You not having any social awareness, especially growing up, was kinda very weir to him
How did you not know when someone told a joke? Or was crying? Or that was insensitive or kinda rude to say?
You caught his attention with that because you said something about his hair when you guys were younger
It was the first time you saw him and it was probably the first time you saw someone dressed like him so it was new
And you not really knowing what to say, probably blurted out something like racoon or something about his hair
He thought you were being mean and rude like the other kids until he just turned and saw your clueless face with some curiosity
He then later learned after watching you that you didn’t do it on purpose
So you insulting his hair turned into friendship and now relationship level
When at the airport or when going somewhere, like Tom, he does hold your hand
Or he’ll give you the backpack and hold onto the little strap thing on the top
Just to keep you in place
But there are times where he had to absolutely scramble after you because one second you were there and the next you were gone
You have given him many, many heart attacks man
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Wanna ramble about a moment/character in ninjago you think people need to talk about more?
I don't know who you are anon, but I'm glad you asked!
I am desperate for people to character-analyze Wu. I'm desperate for a lot of character analysis including Nya but since I got a lot of my Nya feelings out with some lovely folks the other night (edit: the other night was a month ago dw about it. this took a minute) I'm going with Wu this time
Master Wu to me is such an interesting case of a character who it is so easy to ignore the bits of the show that hint at his wider issues and traumas. He is a man defined heavily by his family and by his past. A lot of criticism he gets, I think, is due in part to that.
I've mentioned before that I've been rewatching S1 with a friend of mine and intermittently pausing to infodump on them about interesting character things I notice from that season. A lot of that has been Wu-focused because despite having seen RotS dozens of times throughout my life (watching it on CN, watching it on Netflix when only it and Legacy were around, rewatching it with friends) I have only just started noticing the seeds of character written in.
I might also just be reading too much into things, but hear me out
In S1 (and by extension, the pilots), Wu is characterized as your typical old wise teacher. In the first few minutes of EP1: Rise of the Snakes, he is chewing out the Ninja for playing video games instead of training. The line he uses? "Never put off until tomorrow what can be done today."
It's a line that gets repeated throughout the series. In fact, it gets repeated that very episode when the ninja go (pun not intended) to fight the Hypnobrai and a literal pre-teen. At first, it seems to just be a piece of wisdom. Some old proverb Wu's picked up over the years, possibly one he even coined himself. However, in EP7: Tick Tock, Wu tells the story of who, possibly, first told him this.
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(Source: Tick Tock/Transcript | Ninjago Wiki | Fandom, highlight added.)
It was Garmadon. Now, I'm not gonna dwell too long on Garmadon, if you spend five minutes talking to me you'll learn he was the first character whose story I obsessed over and I want this essay to be about Wu, but I think he plays a role in Wu's overall story, as does Wu's family as a whole.
Prior to this, Wu and Garmadon's relationship has been more of a sibling rivalry taken to a good vs. evil extreme. We didn't know why Garmadon was evil and we didn't know about Wu and his relationship as kids. However, this scene establishes the backstory. They were, as Wu puts it, "the best of friends." That is, until Garmadon gets bit by the Devourer going to get the katana Wu lost.
Now, I know the Devourer bite was destined to happen because of the Overlord or some shit, but Wu doesn't. As far as he's concerned, Garmadon getting bit was a direct consequence of both his mistake and his cowardice. He lost the katana. He was too scared to get it. Garmadon went over instead. Garmadon got bit.
The scene goes on to show the FSM tending to Garmadon in the aftermath. Wu is watching from behind the door, likely told to stay back, but concerned. And in his POV, we get this intense moment, where Garmadon turns, looks directly at him (his eyes turning bright red for the first time), and says "It's all Wu's fault!"
(This clip should begin at the start of Wu eavesdropping. If it doesn't, skip to 0:58. I highly recommend also paying attention to Wu's body language during this scene.)
The camerawork does a great job of showing how this probably felt for Wu. It zooms in, Garmadon's voice echoes, and the background blurs. We see in the flashback that this is a moment Wu has etched into his memory. Not to mention, he was likely a very young child when this happened. LEGO characters' ages are weird, but Wu in this scene has the Big Eyes, which always seem to be used for characters under 12. We don't know exactly how much older Garmadon is to my knowledge, but he doesn't have the Big Eyes, so he's probably closer to 12 and a few years older than Wu for sure.
Imagine that. Being in elementary school and your older siblings gets hurt. They're acting strange. They're lashing out at your father. Then, they blame it all on you. They're hurt because of you. Wouldn't you internalize that?
I could go on about Wu's relationship with Garmadon, but again, I think I've spent enough time on it and I don't want to only focus on that. It's an important part, but there are others.
Let's talk about Wu's relationship with his dad.
Now, I have not yet read the Spinjitzu Brothers series. I cannot speak to any development of Wu and the FSM's relationship in there. I have, however, read The Book of Spinjitzu and blogged some of my thoughts on it here, including some of what it says about Wu.
For those who haven't read it, first, there is a Google Drive folder floating around with all of the canon spinoff books/graphic novels in it. Here's the link if you wanna read them!
The FSM is an... intriguing figure. I mean, in the series he's basically god? He made the entire world. That's already a very high bar to live up to. Then, in Book of Spinjitzu, there's a few specific parts that, when I read them, signaled that Wu internalized a specific message when he was young.
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(Source: The Book of Spinjitzu, Page 3).
Wu does not want to disappoint his father. It is up to him (and Garmadon until he turns evil) to "uphold the legacy of Spinjitzu" and, by extension, his family. He says he was "very young" when this was explained to him. Considering he seems to already be training at an elementary age, "very young" means VERY young.
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(Source: The Book of Spinjitzu, Page 16).
Here, we again see Wu being very aware that he has some large burden to carry. Something else interesting here is that the thought of the Green Ninja Prophecy is already weighing on him too. His considering if he might be the Green Ninja is of extra interest because of how the Green Ninja Prophecy and the--I wouldn't call it obsession, possibly fixation?--with who it is factors into his later actions, but we'll get to that later.
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(Source: The Book of Spinjitzu, Page 19).
This one in particular gets me because it comes after Wu mentions Garmadon becoming more evil. It is a statement of power. Wu knows that the legacy of Spinjitzu now rests in his hands alone. He cannot let himself fall the way Garmadon did. He cannot disappoint his father. Whether or not the FSM intended it, Wu always knew the fate of the world rested, at least in part, upon his shoulder. He knew this from the time he was a young boy and it remains in his mind to this day.
Now, these quotes are indirect, but they all point to one clear idea: As a child, Wu internalized the idea that he alone is responsible for keeping Ninjago safe. He will play a pivotal role in its history.
There's not evidence in this book that the FSM's was a bad father, per se. However, just because one doesn't set out to harm their children, doesn't mean they won't. I often say Wu has an "Atlas complex," which I have no idea if it is an actual concept but use it to refer to this idea. Wu feels as though he is responsible for holding up the world, much like Atlas. He must keep the balance, he must solve the Green Ninja prophecy, he must make his father proud.
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(Source: The Book of Spinjitzu, page 61).
I'm going to get further into what this means for Wu as a teacher to the current Ninja Team, but for now let's look at Wu's first foray into teaching.
Morro. Wu's Biggest Mistake.
That might seem like an overstatement, but it's not.
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(Source: Ghost Story/Transcript | Ninjago Wiki | Fandom)
Okay he says regret, not mistake, but I was paraphrasing.
Let's turn back to his quote about his destiny. Wu writes, "Is my life's mission to be the Green Ninja? Or maybe it will be to find the Green Ninja and protect him (or her)??"
From a very young age, Wu was not only aware of the Green Ninja but prophecy but also thinking about his place in it. We see this again when he takes Morro in and trains him.
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(Source: Ghost Story/Transcript | Ninjago Wiki | Fandom, highlight added)
A big thing Wu is criticized for here is making Morro believe he is meant to be more. That he is the Chosen One. And Morro, being a young homeless orphan just now given some semblance of power and protection, latches onto that. And I can see it, but when you take into account the above that he was trained from (likely) a younger age than Morro and given a similar level of responsibility, it becomes more understandable. Wu is just doing what he was taught. He doesn't believe that he is harming Morro until it is too late.
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This is the entire story, but I'm specifically going to be discussing 1:36 onwards here. I also wanted to add that rewatching this scene made me lay down on the floor! What the fuck! But I digress.
There's a lot going on in this scene. For one, Wu washing his hands of Morro in some ways, but not others. He turns his back on Morro when he tells him that destiny has decided, but looks at him again when Morro storms out. He goes to save Morro from the Grundal, but decides that he cannot "teach those who would not listen." Most importantly, when Morro leaves to go find the Tomb of the FSM, Wu leaves the door open. He waits for Morro to return, but never goes after him. And Morro never comes back.
Wu gives Morro's fate a dismissive response at the end of his ghost story ("I am saddened he was banished to the Cursed Realm") but it's clear he still cares deeply about him in the finale of the season.
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Wu's VA in this is phenomenal btw. That "Please Morro!" and "MORRO!" make my heart ache.
Morro believed Wu stopped caring, but he didn't. Even after all he's done, even after trying to destroy all of Ninjago--destroying what Wu had spent his life trying to protect--Wu tries to save him. He begs for Morro to come with him. Morro refuses, Wu watches him perish.
Someone else Wu is close to is gone. Wu again considers himself responsible. Everything is his fault.
And finally, we reach Wu today. A cautious, secretive man. He loves his students, this much is clear. Even as early as the pilots, he drops his wise teacher persona to joke around with them.
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As with Morro, he trains them like his father did him. He even uses the same methods his father used when he trains them.
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(Source: The Book of Spinjitzu, page 32)
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While he is hard on the Ninja, wanting them to succeed and training them to help defend the Realm, he lets his guard down more than it seems he did with Morro. He also learned a valuable message from his experience with Morro when he hides the Green Ninja Prophecy from the Ninja, getting angry when they start to push themselves in the same way Morro did upon learning about it. It's clear he doesn't want a repeat.
Now, I can't speak for later seasons (I will eventually) but this fear of repeats, his students going down a dark path because they're tempted by power or greatness, losing someone else, likely drives Wu not telling them other important information. That is just a passing thought though.
Final notes:
I'm currently in the process of rewatching S7: Hands of Time. I actually got this ask right after finishing EP68: Scavengers, which opens with Wu having a nightmare. In it, he and Misako are walking outside of Yang's temple. While walking, Misako delivers this line in response to Wu reminiscing about the time they've spent together:
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(Source: Scavengers/Transcript | Ninjago Wiki | Fandom)
This line, to me, is Wu's subconscious trying to tell him something he needs to hear. It's hinting at what might be his greatest flaw. Wu is haunted by his past, by his mistakes. He finds it difficult to tell others because of both his guilt and his desire to not put that worry upon them. In this very season, he makes the mistake of trying to face his past on his own, and he nearly dies for it.
In the same episode, you see Wu trying to make sure Lloyd doesn't make the same mistakes.
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Wu stresses the important of the team. It's as if he sees Lloyd blaming himself for what happened to Wu, sees him doing the same thing Wu has, and is trying to prevent him from doing the same thing. This is further emphasized when, after Wu falls asleep (well, fakes falling asleep), Lloyd says "Wu's mistake was going in alone. So was mine."
Master Wu is, like many characters in this show, someone who is more complex than meets the eye. He is not just a wise, old teacher. He is a man who, throughout his life, has made mistakes and carries the weight of each of them on his shoulders. He is a man who tasks himself with making up for those every day. He is a man who wants better for his students, his family.
Until the day he dies, he will guide and protect his students. And possibly? Even after death too.
#ninjago#lego ninjago#master wu#long post#anon tag#this made my day i looooooooooooooove character analysis#i know a lot of what i post about it may not encompass the full series but i just think that makes it more fun tbh#i'm working with what i have and later i may come back to this and add even more things#i'm also very passionate about wu analysis as a former wu hater because i think the fact that his character stuff is so buried#leads to a lot of the hate#Why didn't he tell the ninja things? well he told morro things and look how that turned out#he grew up believing the weight of the world was on his shoulders#in one way or another#i won't lie and say the man does not make mistakes#but like i mention in s7 when he does he is fucking haunted by them#he is not breaking the generational trauma but he is damn well making an attempt for someone who probably doesn't realize he has it#p.s i tried to add image desc to each ss to make it more accessible but if i messed it up please let me know!#i spent way too much time on this#somebody do a word count i'm curious but too tired to copy this all into docs#falls over#part 2 of this is just the dark island trilogy but i think i'm gonna wait to do that#this took so long and the words are now refusing to words#thank you for reading#i need to take a nap after writing this I feel physically spent#please enjoy another rook branded ramble disguised as a comprehensive essay#other essayists bring you professionalism and academic vibes#i scream into the void and put way too many links o7#happy birthday ninjago!!!! i finished this in honor of you hopefully it is worthy
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ravenelyx · 11 months
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I love you in every timeline - Chapter 2: One Hundred Years of Solitude
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← Prologue
← Chapter 1
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Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader
Words: 10.5k
Chapter Warnings: angst, Harry Potter characters appearance, no name usage for reader (not even y/n dw), use of 2nd person though bc it makes sense for the story - trust me, Sebastian is veery confused and veeery jealous but he found a friend in this madness, veeeeery slow burn
Summary: "He smiled as he sat down next to the blonde girl, ignoring the giddy feeling in his stomach as you watched his every move. He also might have accidentally sat right opposite of you.". In which Sebastian, in his search for a cure in the Dark Arts, finds himself 100 years into the future and meets his most trusted companion's descendant (who looks far too similar to the girl he was once secretly in love with).
A/N: I deeply apologise for the late update. I wanted to use this Chapter to expand a bit over his life at Hogwarts and other relationships, other than, yk, the rrrrromance. Anyway, Daphne is my crush.
You can find the whole fanfiction here on ao3
"Intrigued by that enigma, he dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her." - Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
The Great Hall was almost empty when he entered it, as most of the students had already gone to class. Since he had a free period before Charms, Sebastian decided to allow himself more sleep than usual.
Not that it had been any useful.
He felt exhausted, dragging himself to the nearest seat at his House table and resting his head on the cold wood. There was hardly anything left, and he was more than happy to just munch on a cold pancake and drink a glass of pumpkin juice, enough to sustain him for at least a few hours, although barely.
Perhaps it was the sight of the Hall, empty and familiar, perhaps it was the enchanted ceiling shining sunny rays on the Slytherin table, perhaps it was the unsatisfactory breakfast after an unsatisfactory dinner, but for a split second, Sebastian was at home.
It was a sour feeling, like his pumpkin juice had spoiled and his pancake had grown mould in his hands, yet he couldn't stop feasting on it, searching for a piece he could savour, if only once. That, he realised, was the beginning of his destruction.
Memories of the previous day's conversation came flooding back and he groaned, the weight in his chest growing heavier, and the pancake suddenly seemed even less appetising as he dropped it onto the plate.
'Everything is clearer in the morning', Dumbledore had said.
Perhaps he should lend me his glasses, Sebastian thought.
Fortunately, the headache had subsided since the conversation, and although his sleep hadn't been as satisfying as he'd hoped, he felt a little better than he had a few hours ago. Maybe it was the pumpkin juice.
He shoved the pancake back in his mouth, almost choking on it, and rubbed his eyes before standing up. From his table, a few Slytherins turned their heads towards him, and he recognised a few of his peers among them: a brown-haired boy was waving a wand around with a devil-may-care attitude while a blonde girl tried to snatch it out of his hands. None of them seemed in a rush to leave, which almost made Sebastian think he had read his timetable wrong.
He checked again for good measure and he was glad to know he was absolutely right. He then thought he might have been mistaken about the students: they either weren't in the same year as him as he had previously thought or they were waiting for the perfect moment to be fashionably late.
Sebastian, for all his self-respect and gallantry, had little time to be fashionable.
Leaving the students be — and ignoring their eyes on him as soon as he turned towards the door — he headed off to class, ready to begin lessons in a new, unfamiliar environment.
It felt bloody ironic to think that after five years.
If anything, the hallways were deserted and the cracking fire of the torches put him at ease, and that was a pretty huge step up. The walk to Classroom 2E was almost refreshing, and for once, he didn’t lament the stairs. The same couldn’t be said for the screeching laugh of a certain Slytherin girl as soon as she saw him wander around.
“Lost, new fifth-year?” laughed Pansy Parkinson, then she turned to her right as if expecting someone to pat her back.
If her goal was to discomfit him, she might need to review her bullying strategies.
“You’re not still crying because of what happened yesterday, are you?” retorted Sebastian, only stopping briefly to look at her before resuming his walk.
“I could give you detention,” she shrieked.
“That would delight me.”
Pansy Parkinson didn’t follow him, for which he was delightfully glad. Not that it would matter that much: he’d see her in class anyway — probably fleering at him with newfound energy once she had his beau  beside her.
A perfect pureblood pair, he almost wanted to throw up.
The classroom hadn’t changed an inch, so much that Sebastian almost expected Professor Ronen to parade down the stairs with his purple robes and terrible jokes. Instead, what waited for him was a short man standing on a pile of books, swinging from left to right on his tiny legs. He was waving his wand around, blank scrolls of parchments depositing themselves on each desk while a whole new bunch of them floated around his head.
“Oh! Come! Come!” he shrieked as soon as he saw Sebastian, gesturing for him to approach his desk. “Have your classmates met you yet? Oh, I’m sure they have! You seem like a nice, friendly bloke!”
Sebastian wasn’t sure if the words “nice” and “friendly” suited him, actually, but he gave the professor a smile nonetheless.
“I’d told Dumbledore he ought-a make a proper introduction! I can’t imagine how odd it must have been for you — and especially in such circumstances,” he whispered the last part, and Sebastian felt his smile falter and his heart drop pathetically to his stomach. That is something that adults do, where in all their experience and emotional maturity they always fail to consider their younger interlocutors' perspective, and Sebastian really wanted to snap at the small man and make him understand that he didn’t exactly feel the need to be reminded of his situation all the time.
The man seemed to notice, too (and what miracle, Sebastian thought), and he brought his hands to his mouth, capping it shut like he had just revealed a big secret. “Sorry,” he muffled, “I ought-a be more sensible.”
Unwinding his hands, he finally addressed the rest of the students, motioning Sebastian to turn towards them.
To say his introduction was embarrassing would have been too kind a compliment.
He stayed still like a statue, almost hoping that the less he moved, the less visible he was. The professor did the honours, and Sebastian had to fight the urge to take out his wand and blast Draco Malfoy and his gang to Merlin’s grave as they snickered.
“You may go and sit next to Miss Davis.” The small man lightly patted his back to direct him towards the desk. “I’m Professor Filius Flitwick — you can come and find me for any doubts, my office is open at every hour!”
“Every hour indeed,” whispered Miss Davis as soon as Sebastian sat down. “He might even give you cupcakes if you look distressed enough!”
Sebastian thought that Professor Flitwick might have to step up his baking game, as far as distress goes.
Charms class had paid off, and Sebastian felt better, more like himself, than he had in the past twenty-four hours. Flitwick was a little eccentric, but a very knowledgeable and capable Charms master, other than a lenient Professor by Hogwarts standards — he didn't even give extra assignments to those who were late.
Miss Davis — or Tracey, as Sebastian learnt — had been very helpful. She shared her book with him and lent him her notes. Sebastian realised there were quite a few things that he had never heard of, fruit of many decades of research and discovery.
On the whole, he believed he was content enough and ready for his next class. Sebastian felt at ease in an almost confounding way: and he was sure he'd become jittery soon enough, yet a new found purpose — if only for a short time — invigorated his spirit. If he focused on school, he'd fill his brain enough not to think about anything else. That was ideal.
"What do you think, mate?"
A Slytherin boy approached him, slinging his bag on his shoulder, and Sebastian jumped a little, surprised by the sudden voice. He recognised him as the boy in the Great Hall, with the messy brown hair and the long face, but his blonde friend was nowhere to be found.
"What?" asked Sebastian, slowing down to allow him to approach.
The boy smiled reassuringly. "Flitwick. That was your first Charms class in Hogwarts, was it not?"
Sebastian had to bite his tongue at that, willing Professor Ronen’s jovial face to disappear from his mind. “Indeed it was…”
“So?”
So…
Sebastian tried not to make a comparison, but a wall of pros and cons was already manifesting in the window on his mind, served with just a tad of cognitive bias.
"Oh, it was good. He's a bit eccentric isn't he?" said Sebastian tentatively.
"Yeah, but he's all right. We thought he was part elf for the longest time but we never dared to ask."
Sebastian smirked, remembering the professor’s squeaky voice and the books he had to stand on. He was almost bizzarre, when he moved his wand around: like a toy hit by a Transfiguration spell that jumped around as if alive. "I thought he was a bit… short."
"Yeah. Apparently he's part Goblin instead, but heh, same thing," said the boy nonchalantly and walked past him.
Sebastian faltered, stilling in place as if someone had poured concrete on his shoes. Just as a cracked mirror, the toy decayed on the wooden floor, moulded by years of humidity and abandon.
He thought he had grown even slightly accustomed to the changes — to the people wandering around him, the classmates treating him like a foreigner, the professors having to hide him under carefully practised smiles and braided hands on their mouths — and yet, the mere idea that his own professor had goblin ancestry was tearing him apart like nothing before. 
He knew that Goblins weren't the ones that cursed Anne (his friend had told him that, after all), and he knew, logically and maturely, that just because a few of them were bad didn't mean all of them were, but he still felt a little flame of anger — and prejudice — light up inside him, along with scattered guilt for his own thoughts and the memory of Feldcroft's events.
Sebastian wanted to forget the past, and yet it kept following him, even through space and time, and he couldn’t help but think about that goblin slitting his own throat at his wishes, and intrusively imagine Flitwick being in his place.
He really tried to ignore it, for his own good. Flitwick was a good teacher, a skilled wizard even: his ancestry had nothing to do with it — or him. He hoped that he wouldn’t need more time to warm up to the Charms professor after hearing the new information.
But he knew he did.
“What’s that face, new student?” came Draco Malfoy’s provoking snicker, followed by his group’s. “Was this little class so hard it made you realise how dense you are?”
“I'd worry more about your failed Colour Change Charm today. Need help with that?”
Draco Malfoy shut up immediately.
Upon leaving the classroom, Sebastian read his timetable again and saw that he had three free periods before Care of Magical Creatures. He groaned in displeasure and then cringed at himself: he was probably the only student in the whole world who wanted to actively study at the moment. He sighed and simply decided to spend his free time in the Library to try to catch up on what he had missed.
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"Could you direct me to the books involving the events of the last century?" Sebastian asked the librarian as soon as he entered the room, and she eyed him suspiciously before handing him his library card and pointing him in the right direction.
Not much had changed in the Library, so much that Sebastian was still able to pronounce every book by memory as his eyes skimmed over the covers. He walked through the Library like it was home, his chest caving with a soft buzz of comfort and excitement. Sebastian thought he might cry on the spot if he didn't have so many curious eyes on him.
There was, of course, a new section with books he had never read before: books of the new century, and, wistfully, the books he was searching for. Whilst the new shelves broke that bell jar of naiveté gradually forming around him as part of him still clung to the past, an excited grin broke onto his face nonetheless; he had always prided himself on having read every book in the room — except for the Restricted Section — and the idea of absorbing even more knowledge was almost invigorating enough to brighten up his day. He was his parents' son after all.
Madam Pince stared at him from across the room, her neck moving to watch his actions in a way that eerily resembled a rattlesnake as he grabbed as many books as he could carry in his arms before placing them on the nearest desk where another Slytherin girl sat. She looked at him suspiciously, with a playful hint in her eyes.
"Busy, aren't we? I almost took you for a Ravenclaw,” she said jauntily, then glanced back down at her book, a copy of Intermediate Transfiguration, and unwrapped a parchment scroll beside it, pushing a strand of her long blonde hair behind her ear so it wouldn't fall in her face.
Whether the girl intended it as a compliment or not, he allowed it to go over his head: her teasing had already stepped foot into his boundaries, but Sebastian felt like the bell jar was too broken to stop it, and he let it be.
"I've a lot of catching up to do," he sighed as he took a seat in front of her, opened the first book on the list — A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot — and read the table of contents, frowning when he noticed the book didn't get past the 19th century. What surprised him the most was that this was, technically, the assigned book for the year. Was the history of the past century so useless and uneventful it didn't deserve to be shed light on?
The girl raised her head and looked at him as he focused on the words in front of him. "Oh, right. You're the new student everyone's talking about, aren't you?"
That was not exactly on his list of yearly accomplishments.
Sure, he was the best duelist in Crossed Wands (second best, he suddenly reminded himself) and his duels were the talk of the school for days after they happened, and especially if they involved her.
But that was good talk. The kind of talk that makes people know you as talented and dashing and charming (and a loser sometimes, but only because she was better: and if she was better, he didn't care), not the kind that depicted you as the boorish and lonely new student who didn't even deserve a formal introduction and had a fight with two Prefects on his first day. That was the bad talk: the talk he wouldn't wish upon his worst enemy (or perhaps only to those like Duncan Hobhouse, because he was a boorish and a loner and his formal introduction should spare everyone present. But that was Duncan.)
"Everyone?" he asked then, rhetorically and with a strange need to eat those words back up and become that boorish loner, too.
"Well, it's quite an unusual occurrence. People are curious."
Curious wasn’t exactly what Sebastian needed at the moment, yet Hogwarts was, after all, a bracket of adolescents waiting to feast and find something else to worry about than their potions essay.
"Fair enough," he said, folding the book shut and putting it aside, deeming it useless for his research. "I'm Sebastian Sallow."
"Daphne Greengrass. Pleased to meet you." She extended her arm towards him over the table, her palm open and waiting, and he faltered for a moment at her boldness before repeating her movements. Her grip on his hand was firm and confident as she shook it. Sebastian studied her face more closely, a feeling of familiarity lingering on the back of his mind.
"Are we in the same year?" he asked, almost feeling the gears turning in his brain as he tried to recall her face.
"You're observant," she replied sarcastically. "Yeah, I was actually sitting behind you in Charms just now. Next to Pansy?"
Like an epiphany. He remembered the blonde girl at breakfast. She was one of the few students who arrived late to Charms class.
Then his brain focused on the name she said, and his eye twitched. "Don't tell me you're friends with her."
"I wouldn't say 'friends'; she can be rude sometimes."
Sebastian had a word in mind that perfectly described his combination of “rude” and “Pansy Parkinson”, but decided not to say it. He just rolled his eyes and Daphne smiled. "Really, most of the time she's all right. Quite nice even — but only if you're a pureblood. I'm actually surprised she's never thought of me as a blood traitor, considering the stances of my family, but I suppose there's a clear line between support and neutrality, and we haven't crossed it yet."
As if neutering any possible debate, she began scribbling on her parchment what seemed to be the beginning of an essay.
Sebastian felt like the line between neutrality and supremacy was much more blurred instead.
"Delightful," said Sebastian simply, picking up the nearest book and beginning to read it as they fell into a comfortable silence.
The books felt like a balm and a curse, redolent of pretty much every emotional experience Sebastian had lived through in the past day.
After about an hour, he put the books back, having flicked through them all, and had just begun to let his eyes wander over the shelf in search of a new one when he heard shuffling behind him.
Daphne had put her books away and was frowning at him. "It's nearly lunchtime, I'm heading to the Great Hall. D'you want to come?"
Sebastian paused for a moment, looking around and noticing how the Library was emptying by the minute. "Uh, sure. I didn't realise it was that late." And he found himself following Daphne outside, striking a conversation on the way and feeling a little lighter.
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The sun was still as hot as ever as he followed his fellow Slytherins to his Care of Magical Creatures class a few hours later. Draco Malfoy led the group, snickering along with Pansy Parkinson and the two big students about some second-year Hufflepuff they took points from. Sebastian rolled his eyes so hard he could have sworn he saw the back of his own head.
When Malfoy's blonde hair disappeared from his field of vision, he almost rolled them again when he recognised the familiar robes of his Gryffindor classmates.
Gryffindor could only mean one thing: You.
He frantically looked around for your familiar silhouette and breathed a sigh of relief when he found nothing. You hadn't mentioned any elective other than Divination to him — apart from your obvious dislike of Arithmancy — so perhaps, by some benevolent Supreme Being, you hadn't chosen that course, and he would have to see you even less.
His solace was short-lived, because after only a few seconds he heard hurried footsteps behind him. Sebastian turned and saw you walking towards him, followed by the two Prefects and the boy with glasses. Just like that, dread washed over him like magma, and he was sure his vision had lost focus for a moment — his body shrivelled at your presence, like you had touched him and burned his skin to the bone and no amount of Wiggenweld could fix it.
He grimaced (and he thought that the fact that he managed to contain his face to a simple grimace was noteworthy) as you approached and mentally prepared himself to start a conversation with you — because of course you would talk to him: you had done it every time you had met the day before.
It was logical, like Ominis being angry at him for no reason, or Anne taking his hands in hers when they met.
(But that logic can break, and he knew it all too well.)
It's not that he didn't like talking to you — he did: far too much, in fact — but he had made a promise to himself and was willing to keep it. He had already regretted telling you about the Undercroft, and he had felt incredibly embarrassed that morning when he had remembered your conversation.
‘I suppose I had no other choice,' his mind played it over and over mockingly, taunting him like a broken cuckoo clock in an old lady's house — and he has seen an awful lot of them in his time living in the countryside — or like one of those school kids he wanted to strangle when he was young, singing off-key doggerels at the bare mention of a girl's name.
You flashed him a smile and gave him a quick wave, and the corners of his mouth lifted against his will. He sounded himself leaning towards you, ready to strike up a conversation when you would inevitably stop beside him. After all, you had followed him the night before when he left the Great Hall, hadn't you?
And so he spoke, "Hi—"
"Neville? How did you get here so fast?" you said at the same time, shifting your wide eyes towards the Gryffindor group. You practically dashed past him, rushing towards another Gryffindor boy standing just a few feet away from him, and Sebastian was left there, his greeting hanging in the air unanswered. "We literally just left the greenhouse, did you sprint here or what?" He heard you laugh.
"Hello, Sebastian," said Hermione, as Ron and Harry gave him a nod of acknowledgement, with polite smiles on their faces. The three of them joined you and Neville, along with the rest of the Gryffindors, and Sebastian sighed, a heavy feeling in his chest and pure shame seeping through his veins. He thought he had physically heard his stomach bounce like a poorly knitted pillow, and the more his mind replayed the scene, the more it unbounded until all that was left was a poorly looped slip knot.
"Well, that was awkward." Daphne was right next to him again and had witnessed the whole interaction. Sebastian's eye twitched.
"What was?" He decided to play dumb, already knowing he'd be unsuccessful as his gloomy expression was more than enough for a tell.
"'Hi." She taunted him with an exaggerated dreamy sigh, and he bit the inside of his cheek in annoyance as another step forward in that boundary almost felt like a kick in the shins.
"I did not sound like that."
"You sounded exactly like that," she smirked. "You almost threw yourself in front of her, too."
"I did not," he protested weakly, looking at the ground to measure his position and see if Daphne was actually right.
She was.
"I beg to differ. What's with the few steps you took forward then?"
Sebastian was properly blushing now, and as the girl giggled, he felt like a wet Puffskein in a camp of Poachers. He frantically looked around to ensure no one was looking his way, and no one was, yet he still felt as if their eyes were just barely waiting to peel the skin off his bones as languidly as a blink. He took a step back as if it could undo his actions.
"Don't tell me you've already got a crush,” Daphne continued, either unaware or uncaring of Sebastian's feelings. “You've been here — what, a day? I mean, I get it. She is gorgeous; I'm sure many guys and girls would agree, but that's a record."
"I don't have a crush," he said through gritted teeth, arms tightening around his midriff as he crossed them to his chest protectively, yet at the sceptical look on his newfound friend's face, which seemed to reach parts of him that felt a bit too personal — specifically the alcove between his ribcage and heart — he snapped. "I don't! She just reminds me of someone else I knew. It's not her I... It's just not like that, all right?"
A few heads turned to him, startled by his outburst, and he chewed on his cheek to calm down. He did not need further attention.
He opened his hands and caressed the palm over his arms, as if smoothing the skin down.
The girl stared as well, and Sebastian was pleased to see her bite her lip as if regretting her words. "Wow, all right, I get it." She took a few steps to stand right beside him, trying to appear unfazed by his tone, and faced the Professor, whispering: "So, it's like a 'fill-in crush'?"
Not again.
Sebastian sighed heavily, like it could remove the huge weight of her words crushing his lungs. "A what?"
"You're attracted to her because she’s, in a way, similar to your other crush," said Daphne matter-of-factly, nodding in satisfaction at her own statement.
His blush spread, and he had to close his eyes to bask in that bell jar again, if only for a little.
"I wouldn't say 'attracted'," he muttered, but Daphne only raised her eyebrows knowingly, and he found himself yielding like a fool. "Well, yes... probably."
For some reason, the admission didn't actually crush his lungs as he had expected.
(He then thought the sigh had actually been responsible for that: let's give credit where credit is due.)
"Mm..." Daphne seemed lost in thought for a while. "Well, the only advice I can give you is to sort out your feelings."
Feelings. Those weren't feelings. They were a trick: a traitorous, disgusting trick of his brain that made him want to throw up.
"There are no feelings to sort out. I don't feel anything for her." Sebastian averted his eyes. "Nothing real, at least," he mumbled the last bit, turning his head away from the blonde girl. It was a terrible large word for such a small muscle.
"Well, that's great, for now. But if you do at some point — or if you two become friends in the future — really put some thought into it. After all, you can't rule the heart." She winked at him as Professor Grubbly Plank began her lesson.
You can't rule the heart. Sebastian knew this all too well and yet seriously wished he could. Especially at that moment.
"Was your crush unrequited?" Daphne added musingly as she got her book out of her bag, and his breath caught in his throat. He had, for a moment, settled down in that peaceful certainty that was a closed conversation.
Logic was broken again.
"Why... Why is that so important?" he asked, reproaching himself for his ridiculous stutter.
"It must have been if your brain is looking for a replacement."
“I do nothing of the sort,” he spat defensively, as if Daphne’s words had moved past that alcove and directly touched his nerves. He turned to glare at her, but she just shrugged and acquiesced to his words without arguing. That unbalanced him, like missing a step and feeling the void under your stomach.
Under normal circumstances, he would have been deeply offended by the girl’s assumptions, yet for some reason, he was relieved by her utter lack of judgement about his insane situation.
“All right, I’m just saying. Be careful," she resigned and proudly showed him her assignment sketch of a Bowtruckle, as if the conversation had never happened. Despite everything, he snorted at the sight.
“I’m impressed. It looks almost different from a twig,” he said, pointing at its head, and she slapped his arm with her book.
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The day had gone better than he had imagined, and the next day started just as well, only with a bigger breakfast. This time, both Daphne and Tracey sat next to him, and that mere action made him feel normal again. (And there were no dry pancakes this time, Sebastian noted happily)
Ron and Hermione had stopped him right after he left the Great Hall to give him his textbooks for the day.
“McGonagall asked us to get these for you. They’re a bit worn down, but they will do. I hope.” Hermione had said.
Transfiguration class went by quite smoothly, and McGonagall was more of a capable teacher than he was willing to admit. He grinned in victory when he was the only one to have Vanished his mice completely by the end of the lesson.
“Oh, come on. You can’t be serious.” Daphne complained, holding up a slithery mouse tail. “There’s no way you managed to do that before me. Beginner’s luck,” she sulked.
“Next time, you should start from the tail,” he snickered proudly.
“Next time, I’ll Vanish your mouth, Sallow.”
After that came two whole hours of Potions, and Sebastian was curious if the rumours about Snape being strict and — quote — a bully were true (the rumours being Ron Weasley).
He entered the class, careful to keep an eye on you, just in case you had the bright idea to sit next to him, and basically sprinted to one of the square tables that already seemed too crowded for you to attempt to follow him.
Unfortunately, his planning was as bad as ever because he ended up banging his hands on the table to avoid crashing into it, inhaling some of the dust and erupting into a coughing fit that momentarily broke his focus. When he noticed the bright red hem of your uniform right next to him, it was already too late.
"’Morning," you smiled politely at him, and he forced himself to smile back, certain that he could not have mustered a better expression than one that said, 'I'm going to puke.'
To be fair: the dungeons were quite humid, and that, mixed with the various strong smells of potions and ingredients — and the dust still lingering at the back of his mouth — was not helping.
“‘Morning,” he said, making his voice as clear as the ceiling of the Great Hall. The thought of being mocked by Daphne Greengrass again surpassed any social etiquette in the proper tone to use. You, however, seemed totally unfazed.
He assumed that being around blaring Gryffindors every day must have attuned your ears to withstand ultrasounds by now.
“How was your first day? I forgot to ask yesterday.”
Yeah, you walked right past me. Did you remember that, at least? he almost said.
“Not bad at all. I had only three classes, though,” he shrugged nonchalantly. The fact that you didn't even stop to talk to him and ask how he was doing was not bothering him.
Maybe it was mildly upsetting, like waiting all day to explore the Highlands and then being stopped by a sudden rain.
Perhaps just a little annoying, like receiving an A instead of an E on an essay one had worked on for days.
But not bothersome. That would mean he cared, and he didn't.
You nodded and began setting your ingredients on the table. “What about today?”
He had to force himself not to care then. Force himself to suppress the sudden, prideful fluttering in his chest. He decided he was going to check the dorms that night: there were definitely a few moths or flies nestling around that he had accidentally swallowed while sleeping.
"McGonagall, first two periods."
You gave him a sweet smile that made his stomach tighten, and before he could stop himself, the moths fluttered and he blurted out, "I was actually the only one to master the Vanishing Spell today."
You seemed to be caught off guard, and he saw Daphne stifle a laugh out of the corner of his eye. For a moment, he didn't quite grasp what he did wrong. Then, like a cannonball he felt his cheeks warm up, as if his body had caught up before his brain.
Because he had just shamelessly bragged about himself like a first-year learning the Levitation Charm for the first time.
"Cool." Your voice was about an octave higher as you nodded at him, unsure how to respond to his statement. He bit the inside of his cheek, and wished the Giant Squid would burst through the window and snatch him away to make him its lunch. He definitely needed to check the dorms.
"W-what about you?" he asked instead, knowing that not even the Squid would show him mercy at this point.
(He suspected it would laugh at him, too.)
“Two free periods. I caught up on homework a bit.” You shrugged off your robe and neatly placed it with the others in a corner of the classroom closest to your worktable. “Hogwarts Professors do love an essay, don’t they? Feels like I haven’t stopped writing since the year started. It wouldn’t have surprised me if they asked us to write one right on the train.”
He grinned. “Seems like I have a lot to catch up on.”
“If you’re lucky, they’re going to spare you. I can’t believe I still need to work on my essay on Gillyweed; I thought I might spend the evening—”
Just like that, a tall Gryffindor boy came sitting on your right, and Sebastian watched as you faltered, pausing your hand mid-air. You were holding a handkerchief in which you had wrapped your Erumpent tongue: It never made it to the table's surface.
“Hi,” said the boy politely, flashing you a smile that you returned immediately.
“Hi,” you breathlessly replied, finally setting the wrap down and wiping your hands on your cardigan, taking a deep breath. Sebastian waited for you to continue your sentence, but it seemed like your conversation with the Slytherin was the last thing on your mind at that moment.
“Is this seat taken?”
What happened later felt more like a warm rush to his forehead, which quietly manifested into a frown. Why was he bothering asking if he had already put his stuff down?
But you didn’t seem to notice.
“Not at all — you can have it.” You stuttered a bit.
He watched this whole interaction with his mouth open, noticing the small smile dancing on your lips as you stole glances at the boy, and he did the same. They said looks could kill, and those gazes felt indeed like tiny stabbings all over his skin.
He met Daphne’s gaze, and she gave him a knowing look, hiding a smirk. His jaw set, and he mouthed, “Don’t start.”
“Today, you will be brewing the Babbling Beverage,” Snape said, forcing Sebastian to look away from the pathetic and horrifying scene next to him. “It’s fairly easy to grasp and should be a piece of cake for students who are supposed to be at Ordinary Wizarding Level, but I’m sure even then, some of you will encounter difficulties if so to speak.” He shot Neville a smug glance, and the boy seemed to shrink into himself. Malfoy snickered.
“Instructions are on the blackboard. You may begin.”
He saw you take out your textbook and search in your bag for — something you probably didn’t find. Groaning, you took out your quill and ink and began scribbling the instructions on the book, crossing ingredients and numbers, adding arrows and switching passages. That took you a whole five minutes before you closed your book and got to work.
He added Alihotsy leaves as his water simmered, and you did the same after a few minutes, glancing at what seemed to be a watch. The leaves had to stew in water for twenty minutes, so he got closer to you out of curiosity.
“Is that a watch on your wrist?” he asked, leaning over your shoulder as you were reading the time. It was worn and a little chipped on the sides, the hands wavering between seconds passing.
“It’s a wristwatch. Do wizards not use them?”
Wizards definitely used watches (he himself carried a pocket watch at all times), but he had never seen them worn as a bracelet.
“It looks fancy.”
You snickered. “Nothing fancy about it. I actually bought it for a cheap price."
That would explain the painfully slow pace of the hands.
"I can see it's barely moving at all," he smirked.
"I know," you stifled a small chuckle. "You could say it’s dying on my watch.”
Sebastian paused then, with a quiet buzz in his brain. There was a moment of realisation on his part before he found himself snorting, insides twisting and cringing at your terrible joke.
And the best part (the absolutely amazing part of it all) was that he would have had the same idea had he been in your place. A lousy, dreadful pun that would make anyone's chest shrivel in embarrassment. And yet he loved it.
"Merlin, that was awful!" He tried to hide the absolute joy on his face. Anyone else — Ominis, Anne, her — would either dismiss or ignore him when he made jokes like that, and rarely laugh. And there you were. It was you saying it, and it was you laughing at it. And it was him feeling warm all over again.
So different. How could you be so different?
"And yet you laughed. That says more about you than it does about me."
It did indeed say a lot about him, Sebastian acquiesced to that, and yet when you turned to smile at him, he froze. And if he hadn't caught a glimpse of your clock, still feebly moving, he would have thought time had too.
Sebastian hadn't realised how close the two of you actually were. He hadn't realised if it happened when he leaned to look at the watch. Or if he got even closer as he laughed.
His vision blurred for a second and his delusional, twisted mind screamed at him to lean in, and lean in, and lean in, because it was her, after all. He could just do it, just to put an end to those fluttering feelings that have been eating at him for months.
And he did. Just a little, enough to feel your breath touch the side of his face. Enough to notice the stray thread coming loose from the shoulder of your cardigan. Enough to notice every fleck of colour in your eyes.
Your eyes.
So different.
It wasn't her.
The rational part of his brain tightened the reins of his body, stopping him immediately like an abrupt braking, and he took a step back, almost stumbling backwards, heart hammering in his chest.
If you were her, you wouldn't have made a joke like that. It just wasn't her personality, he reasoned.
And yet, he wished it was. He wished he could mould the two of you together and keep you both with him. Then he forced himself out of his fantasy: the last thing he needed was to lose his grip on reality more than he had on his own life.
He decided to just sort out his ingredients while he waited, trying to stop the blush from spreading across his face.
He didn't look back at you to see your expression.
"Well, it could have been better." He eyed his potion gloomily. It was dark pink and definitely didn't smell like bubblegum, as it should have, not like yours. He glanced at your cauldron, which was filled with bright red liquid: a perfect job. His shoulders slumped.
“Mm, not bad,” said Daphne as soon as she was beside him. “You were supposed to stir five times before adding Leech Juice, not six.”
“I got distracted," he muttered, sending you a glance. You had asked the other boy — whose name was ‘Dean’ as he heard you say more times than he can count (you had only said his name twice, but it was twice too much for Sebastian’s taste) — to grab you a pair of Billywig stings that were drying in a basket beside him and that you couldn’t reach yourself. You could’ve asked him. He had some spare stings as well — maybe not as many as Dean, he admitted, but enough for both of you.
“Right, right, by your ‘not-crush’ and her… ‘yes-crush’?”
“She doesn’t have a crush.”
“Right, she doesn’t. And it’s definitely not requited either,” Daphne remarked sarcastically, looking at you and the boy chatting merrily. Sebastian thought he might throw up in his cauldron and create a whole different brew altogether.
“Just because they’re chatting doesn’t mean there are romantic feelings involved.” He stirred the potion again in frustration, and the mixture turned purple. He cringed. Thank Merlin, he had already filled a phial to hand Professor Snape.
“Come on, I’ve been in this school longer than you, and everyone knows something is going on between her and Thomas. They’ve been at it since last year.”
“She called him ‘Dean’ before.” He frowned, his stomach churning painfully. Maybe you hadn’t asked him for his Billywig stings because he had eaten them without realising.
“Yes, Dean Thomas,” the blonde rolled her eyes. “You should’ve seen the look on his face when you got close to her to ‘look at her watch’.”
“I was really looking at the watch.”
“Yeah, well. It was priceless either way.”
He felt a wave of pride strike from inside him, but he forced it back down almost immediately. Sebastian wasn’t here to date, and if you and Dean Thomas had something going on, then so be it. He didn’t care, anyway. He didn’t care that you had just lightly punched the boy’s arm, laughing at something he had said (Was he that funny?), or that he had asked you if you could study together this evening (So graceful), or that you had said ‘Yes’ and he had told you to meet him in the Library (That was his brand).
Sebastian had promised himself to stay away from you, and that’s exactly what he was planning to do.
But he had also promised himself to catch up on his studies, so how bad could it be if he ‘followed’ you there?
And the Library was a public place, open to any student, so how bad could it be if he accidentally sat near your table? Or at it?
“Please, don’t.” Daphne’s voice brought him back.
“Don’t what?”
“Follow her to the Library tonight. That would be pathetic. And stop staring , it’s creepy.”
Sebastian just wanted Daphne to stop walking around him and hitting all the right spots. Was she a Legilimens or what?
“I—I wasn’t planning to.” His face flushed with his lie, and he sighed deeply again. “I just... I mean, I need to study too. And I wasn’t staring.”
Daphne sighed, dropping the subject. He suspected she thought it was no use arguing with him. He was actually glad for that reasoning.
"Come on. We still have another hour to go through. Try to pay attention.” She said tiredly.
You had left the class with the Gryffindor that day, leaving Sebastian absolutely fuming like his messed up potion he had half a mind to dump into Dean's morning pumpkin juice.
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simpingforlookism · 11 months
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Okayokayokayokay
The way you wrote the boys with lipstick has me very feral and I may have bookmarked in my “Read when sad to get serotonin(happy chemical)” because dANG IT IT WAS VERY GOOD-
Samuel’s has me like 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️ and if you ever have the motivation or desire to write a part two with other characters im letting you know i will eat it up like a man starved
Cause now im imagining others wearing it and how pretty they’d look and the desire to smooch them all is strong
Like i can imagine Vasco wearing it cause we gifted it to him and he thinks we wanna see him in it(maybe he comes to school wearing it and the burn knuckles are collectively like “???!!-“ or just at one of our places) and ever with the facial hair he rocks it and we smooch him a lot and he’s surprised that wearing the lipstick got him so many more extra kisses
Or with Zack he wears it cause he was bored and wanted to try it on and thinks he looks good with it on and of course, we give him a smooch to agree with him
Or Daniel who’s insecure but thinks that we wanted him to wear it and we call him beautiful and pretty and how amazing he looks and of course some kisses
You got me vibrating with ideas and i am coming for you
!!!! I am so flattered by your kind words anon! I’m so glad you enjoyed reading the impulsive piece of writing the lipstick scenarios was!
Samuel may have done many questionable things but he’s baby in my eyes- Other characters will be written about! Dw- (I’ve actually been waiting for an ask like the one you sent bc I keep writing exclusively for Gun and Jake if left to my own devices lmao)
Let’s be real all the Lookism boys will look gorgeous with lipstick on-
Babe- anon dearest- feel free to drop your ideas in my ask box bc I love the boys??? So much??? And I wanna write about them???
But! Here are the mini ficlets for the lipstick scenario- Characters included are; Vasco, Zack, and Daniel (the adorkable J high trio)
Masterlist and first part! Enjoy <3
Vasco
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You gaped at him, your water bottle slipping from between your fingers when you saw Vasco wearing the bright, hot pink lipstick you had given him as a joke- You should have known that he would take you joke gift seriously. This was Vasco, after all.
If you were to be honest to yourself, the joke gift... wasn't really a joke. You had always wanted to see him wear make up of any kind. His lips were unfairly pretty too, especially after you had gotten him into the habit of putting on lip balm.
Vasco caught the water bottle as it fell, blinking at your expression as he placed it onto your desk.
You could hear the whispers in your classroom, because the Burn Knuckles never left the architecture department. But here they were now- the leader of said group actually in the classroom, with the rest of the members peaking through the doors of the room.
But you couldn't care less. Vasco had lipstick on.
"You're wearing lipstick."
"You gave it to me." Your heart fluttered at his low voice and the tilt of his head- as if he was stating the obvious. The fact that he would make use of anything that you gave him. "It's nice."
Without thinking, you grabbed his face, the slight stubble on his face scratching lightly against your palms, and you kissed him.
Nothing too heated, because you were conscious of the audience you had, but it definitely wasn't a simple peck either. You opted to ignore the gasps and wolf whistles coming from around you, and instead focused on the feeling of his waxy lips on yours, and his large hands hovering uncertainly over your waist.
When you pulled back, his lips were smudged with the bright pink of the lipstick and his ears were tinted with a similar colour.
Vasco looked adorable, and you couldn't help it. You pressed your lips all over his face, peppering him with kisses, laughing breathlessly when you saw the light lipstick marks on his face where you had kissed him.
"Vasco." You said his name softly and pecked the tip of his nose. "You're... perfect."
He grinned at you and opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by the bell ringing.
Your face dropped in disappointment, but that was soon washed away when he pressed a firm kiss onto your cheek.
"I could stay here-"
"No. Get back to your classroom, Vasco. Think about your attendance."
You locked eyes with Jace, who was hovering awkwardly beyond the doorframe, and gestured for him to take Vasco away.
With a slight, nearly unnoticeable pout on his lips, Vasco left your classroom as Jace half-heartedly tugged him out.
When you sat back at your desk, you were immediately asked by the student sitting next to you;
"Since when were you dating Vasco?"
Zack Lee
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You immediately pulled out your phone and snapped a photo of him as he pouted with his purple tinted lips. He was staring off into the distance, watching some kids playing in the playground the two of you had decided to meet in. He was sat on the bench with his hands were shoved into the pocket of his hoodie.
Zack must have heard the clicking of your camera going off because his head snapped towards your direction. His hair was soft and slightly wet, as if he had come out to meet you right after a shower.
"Where did you get the lipstick?" you asked, half-jogging towards him and plopping down next to him.
"You got it for me. As a joke. For the secret santa thing we had last year."
"Oh yeah. I'm pretty bad at keeping thing low key, aren't I?"
"I just know you too well." You slid your hand into his pocket, and carded your fingers through his. Zack blushed, and you found it endearing that he was so easily flustered at every physical contact you initiated. "I was bored, and this was on my desk, so I put it on."
You settled to press your cheek against his shoulder.
"I think it suits me."
You looked up at him and saw that his lips were pulled up in a half-smile.
"It definitely does. I have to thank past me for getting you that." You pulled away from his shoulder and grinned at him. "Come here so I can show you how good I think you look with it on."
Zack flushed and his gaze avoided yours, but he followed your command nonetheless.
You reached to press your lips against his, squeezing his hand as you did so, feeling him sigh softly against your mouth. His other hand- rough and callused- cupped the back of your head to tug you in deeper.
He pulled away after a while but he was quick to press his lips onto your again soon enough. For a while, it was just you and him, sharing soft, nearly continuous pecks and enjoying each other's company.
Soon enough, you pulled back fully to see his purple lips swollen and bruised in the prettiest way possible- cheeks flushed and hair in even more of a mess-
Zack reached over to you to press a firm kiss onto your forehead, and you felt warmth crawl up your cheeks too.
Daniel Park
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"You want me to help you put this on?"
Daniel nodded as he fidgeted slightly, his fingers plucking at his sweatshirt- something obscenely expensive that Jay bought him for sure- nervously. You knew Daniel was shy, despite the unfairly attractive face he had.
You played with the lipstick he had asked you to put on him. It was one that you had gotten for him as a joke, months ago. You thought he had forgotten about it, but in hindsight, you shouldn't have thought that. Daniel appreciated anything his friends gave him, and of course he appreciated anything from you doubly.
"Yeah. That's why you got me that, right?"
You immediately felt guilty. You didn't want him to feel forced to wear it- it was a joke, after all-
"You don't-"
"I want to!" He cut you off, eyes glittering as his gaze locked with yours. "I want to- I just don't know how to properly put it on."
You studied him. He did have pretty lips- which only you had the privilege of kissing.
"Alright. Come here, baby."
Daniel immediately leaned into your touch, and you felt the smooth skin of his chin under your fingers as you tilted his face up.
Slowly, you popped the cap off of the lipstick- it was a bright, neon green, and you had no idea why you had chosen that colour- and gently applied it onto his lips.
Your mouth went dry as his eyes closed, eyelashes fluttering-
When you finished putting the colour onto his lips, you admired the view in front of you. The colour was obscene and obscure, and it looked amazing on him.
"Daniel..."
His eyes fluttered open and his lips tugged into a slight frown.
"Why? Does it not look good?"
He raised his hand to wipe it away, but you knocked his hand away to cup his jaw and kissed him stupid- tongue slipping into his mouth momentarily before pulling away.
The green lipstick was smeared around his mouth, and you knew for a fact that your lips were also coated with the same colour.
"You look so pretty, Daniel." You breathed out, capturing his chin in between your fingers and running the pad of your thumb along his lower lip. "So, so pretty. Absolutely gorgeous."
Daniel grinned shyly at you in response.
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tiishearts · 2 years
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hi! can i request p1harmony reaction to you kissing them first?! love ur blog btw <3
thank you so much!! thank you for reading! i just got back into writing and i made this blog for fun. i appreciate all the love ♡
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:readmore:
keehoooo
- u guys had been dating for a little over a month and u were literally just watching tv together
- then MWAH u kiss him
- it was a very quick little peck but im not even kidding
- he was SHOCKED
- and when i say shocked i mean that he sat there for a whole minute processing what happened
- i see him as someone who would perfer to lead the relationship so once he processed what u did he most likely kissed you
- and not a little peck like you did
- i mean KISSED you
- a very long passionate kiss
- hes been dying to kiss you but then you do it first???
- he is not letting that slide
- he whines about it for the rest of the week
- buttttt after u kiss him just know that he will be giving you smooches at any chance he gets
theo!
- HE WAS NOT EXPECTING IT
- he would literally be gaping at you afterwards
- like he was prob singing along to a song or smth and he turned to look at u and you just give him a little smooch
- :o
- his jaw is on the floor
- because you? his s/o?? just?? kissed him!??!?!?!?
- is he dreaming or what bcs he does not believe what just happened
- "uhm..taeyang?"
- "...hm"
- "are you okay?"
- "no."
- "oh...did you not like-"
- "do it again."
- and oh wow you're making out now
jiung <3
- he would be so shy ☹️
- but tbh he would be rlly glad that u kissed him first bcs hes been wanting to kiss u for the longest time but he didnt know what you were comfy with
- hes so sweet i love him
- as shy as he is i think he would quickly react
- he would most definitely pull you into a longer kiss to make up for all the times he wanted to kiss you before
- once you pull away he would admire you for a bit before realizing what happened
- and once he processes it hes redder than a tomato, cant even look at you hes so shy
- HE WOULD ACTUALLY LEAVE THE ROOM IM NOT EVEN JOKING
- mans would BOLT
-he'd run into the bathroom and just stare into the mirror for like five minutes before walking out like nothing happened
-except for the fact he cant look into your eyes for more than a second (at most)
intak ;)
- passionate man hwang intakkkk
- even if you intended for it just to be a peck just know thats not happening
- not on intaks watch at least 🙅
- he will hold your face and turn it into an amazing full on kiss
- HE WOULD JUST KEEP KISSING YOU
- need air? dw he'll just pepper your face with kisses for a bit.
- and just know that every single one of his kisses are filled with passionate love even if its a peck on the cheek
- intak takes kissing very srsly
- although hes like keeho and perfers to take the lead he very much does not mind if you kiss him first
- he thinks its the cutest thing ever and will BEG for you to do it again
soul :o
- HE WOULD BE SO GIGGLY
- he would just look at you confused for a bit before blushing and giggling
- he would be so cute
- he would most definitely give you a little peck back
- orrr maybe just pepper your face with like a million kisses
- he admires you so much and is so happy you kissed him even if he wanted to do it first
- it would be a cute little interaction that just ends with the both of you having flushed cheeks and large smiles on your faces
- also just know that the second he gets the chance he will be letting the entire world know that you kissed him
- "GUESS WHAT?"
- "i swear if its about the kiss-"
- "y/n kissed me!!!!"
- does not shut up about it.
- his s/o kissed him and the entire world deserves to know!!
jongseob ☆
- HE WOULD ACTUALLY FORGET HOW TO FUNCTION HELP
- you guys might just be listening to some of his songs when
- 'ohmygosh did they just kiss me'
- 'what do i do'
- 'where do i look'
- 'what do i say'
- 'does my breath stink'
- 'were my lips dry'
- 'do i do something'
- 'how do i breathe'
- help the poor boy
- eventually you would probably check up on him and he would be a rambling stuttering mess
- "sorry- uh- i liked that? thanks? do you want a... uhm- a- should i... me too?"
- "...what?"
- someone help him please hes struggling 😭
- anyways moral of the story:
- NEVER kiss jongseob without a warning
- he might have a heart attack
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circus4apsycho8 · 11 months
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hey hey! i was wondering if i could maybe get a kai x reader oneshot where the reader is sick.
nothing serious or anything like that, just a cold that makes them slightly delirious and cling onto kai more than they usually do (aka they don't normally do it at all lol)
no pressure if you can't/don't want to do this, btw, i just thought it'd be cute tbh /gen /npa dw
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𝚊/𝚗: 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘! 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 :) 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!
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clingy. | kai x reader
You tried to drag yourself out of bed. You really did, considering how much you hate skipping training. 
But today is different – the lopsided pressure in your head is making you dizzy when you try to stand. You’re able to lay back down before you lose your balance. 
Stars, your head is throbbing. Combined with your stuffy nose, sore throat...yeah. Absolutely icky. 
It takes a matter of seconds for you to give up any hope of getting up. Suddenly met with a cold chill, you pull your blanket closer to your chin. 
For a few minutes, you simply lay there, not wanting to move. You’re too achy to even think about standing. 
To no avail, you try to go back to sleep. But you just can’t. For a few minutes, you find yourself tossing and turning until a knock sounds at your door. 
“Huh?” you grunt, throat too sore for you to speak anything coherently. 
“Babe?”
Relief courses through you as Kai steps through, his warm eyes already darting across your bedridden figure. It doesn’t take him long to put the pieces together. 
He sits beside you, one of his hands coming to your cheek. “Oh no...you caught whatever funk Jay brought back, didn’t you?” 
You nod, pointing to your throat. 
“Your throat hurts? Damn. I’ll see if Sensei can make some of his sick tea. Here,” he trails off so he can unhook your phone from its charger, handing it over to you. “Text me until your throat feels better. Just tell me if you want anything to eat or anything, okay? I’ll be right back.” 
Thank the stars for this boy. You don’t know what you’d do without him. 
You immediately open your messaging app, thumbs zipping across the keyboard: 
You: can i pls have some medicine too 
You: i feel like i got hit by a truck 
Kai: u got it gorgeous 
Kai: sensei making tea rn, im bringing u medicine for now 
You: thank you sm 
Glad that he’s returning, you shut your phone off and set it on your chest as you close your eyes. 
Soon enough, Kai returns, bottle of water and medicine in hand along with his laptop cradled in his other arm. He sets it at the foot of the bed so that he can crack the bottle open. 
“Okay, can you sit up for me?” he questions, once again having a seat at the edge of your bed. 
You nod, shifting until you’re upright. Kai patiently waits for you to get comfortable, gently dumping two pills into your hands before giving you the bottle of water. “I know your throat hurts, but this will help lighten the nastiness up a little bit.” 
You down the pills with a gulp of water, cringing at the feeling of the pills sliding down your sore throat. 
“I know it hurts, babe, but it’ll help. Make sure you keep drinking water, too. You need to stay hydrated.” 
You nod, sighing through your stuffy nose. Kai climbs into bed next to you, reaching for the laptop. You open your phone again. 
You: don’t get close! I don’t want you to get sick too
Rather than sending it to him, you just turn the screen towards him so that he can read it. 
“Nah, I’m staying,” he replies. “I know it sucks to be alone when you’re sick. Besides, we haven’t had a whole lot of time together lately anyway. Let’s watch something, yeah?” 
You nod, understanding by the tone of his voice that his mind won’t be changed. 
“Great. So, what do you want to watch?” 
You type your answer out, followed by: 
But you get to pick the next one!! 
“Fine,” he replies with a chuckle. “Let me go check your tea first, though!” 
A hint of a smile appears on your lips as you watch him leave. How did you end up so lucky? 
While you wait for your boyfriend to return, you take another sip of water. The pain in your throat screeches in retaliation, though. Yeah, you should probably wait for the tea. Sensei Wu’s special tea always managed to help a little bit. 
Kai returns a few minutes later, your cup of tea in hand. He settles in next to you, handing you the mug. 
You sigh gratefully, taking a sip. The hot water does wonders to soothe your throat. 
“That’s better,” you mumble, leaning your head on Kai’s shoulder. “Thank you.” 
“Anything for you,” he replies, shooting you his adorably dumb smile. You can’t help but smile too, watching as he sets up the show and leans back. 
For a while, you simply lean against him, content that he’s staying with you for the time being. The warmth radiating from him wards the chilliness away, allowing you to flutter in and out of sleep as you rest. 
After your show ends, you feel Kai stirring from his spot beside you. You turn to him, watching as he starts to untangle himself from the sheets. 
You find yourself upset that he’s leaving, setting your mug to the side as you latch onto his arm. 
“Babe,” he coos, chuckling as he glances back down at you with those gorgeous amber eyes. “I’ll be right back, don’t worry.” 
“But I want you to stay...” you mumble shyly, not letting go. 
“It’ll be super quick. I’m just going to go grab a snack. And I can refill your mug, too!” 
You sigh, releasing his arm slightly. “Okay...thank you.” 
Kai presses a kiss to your forehead before climbing out of bed, a rush of cold air replacing his warmth. You reach over to your laptop so you can pause the video before laying your head back on your pillow. 
A few minutes pass, and you find yourself missing Kai. Why are you feeling so clingy today? Normally, you’re not like this, but for some reason, you just want to hide with him until you feel better. 
You grab your phone, sending him another text: 
kaiiiiiii 
where'd you go?? 
:( 
To your dismay, Kai doesn’t answer for a few minutes. Stars, why are you feeling so sensitive today? Is it just because being sick makes you feel vulnerable? 
Thankfully, Kai responds shortly after: 
im otw, sorry...got caught up talking to sensei 
He returns a few seconds later, now with snacks and a refilled mug of tea. “Sorry, Sensei was asking me a few questions. He’s letting me take the day off so I can take care of you.” 
“Good,” you croak, shifting around as he settles back in beside you. “I just...need you right now.” 
Kai smiles softly, pulling you against his chest as the two of you lean back. “You know...I hate that you’re sick, but at the same time...I kind of like this side of you.” 
“I don’t, but I can’t help it. When I get better, it’s straight back to the ass kicking. Yours included.” 
“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” Kai jokes. 
You sigh, too tired to return the banter. “Thank you for staying, Kai.” 
“Anything for you, babe. Get some rest.” 
With that, your eyelids grow heavy as you snuggle up to him, eventually letting yourself sleep for the day. 
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moa-in-love · 8 months
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Hii!
I’ve been a fan for like the past three weeks, and honestly I really love and appreciate soooo much your work, it’s comforting for me bc I love so much SKZ/TxT/Enhypen and all of them are my type 🤣 so it help me to keep delulu in order to survive in this world.
I’m not so good with Tumblr (even tho I’ve been in this app since 2022), so I don’t really know if this is the right way to request something (sorry if it is not) but I would really love a “HueningKai is the type of boyfriend” cause my boy it’s just so cute and perfect that AHHH it keep going in my mind.
And plz take your time, if you don’t want to do this request I will be totally fine and will still love your blog so much, I understand that writing is sooo demanding so plz do not pressure yourself.
Again I love so much how you write and I hope you are ha ring a wonderful morning/afternoon/night whenever you read this ♥️♥️
Thank you for your kind words! you've been here from the beginning 🫶 this is the correct way to request stories so dw! I'm so glad I can help you be delulu 😄 Happy heuning kai's birthday btw! And I hope your having a wonderful day as well 🩷 come back anytime you like luv!
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Heuning kai boyfriend things
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Genre: fluff
Warnings: none
Type to want to talk with you 24/7
He's always messaging you funny pictures and updates on his day.
Things like "just ate lunch" and heading back to the dorm"
He's shy but loves skinship
He always wants to be hugging you and holding your hand
Gets super blushy when you catch him staring
He's grateful for his days off, so he can spend them with you
He'll take you walking around the mall for hours, looking at clothes and plushies.
Takes you to the arcade too. Your very competitive when you play the games.
He lets you win often though, because he loves seeing you smile
Ice cream dates are frequent
Sometimes he just shows up randomly with your favorite ice cream.
He's really reassuring when your feeling down
Spoons you on the couch for hours just talking out your emotions
Gentle kisses all over your face when you cry
He just wants you to feel happy again
He always brags about you
Movie nights are chaotic fun
Lots of pillows and popcorn everywhere
Kisses your nose when you fall asleep in his arms
Carries you to bed and tucks you in
You laugh when you see him curled up on the couch
He's extremely happy when he finds you've laid down with him
Lots of early morning cuddles
He's happiest when he's with you
I hope this was ok! Let me know if you want something different and I'll rewrite it!
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may have written Another cmh/dw crossover listen i j. i love them. uh. enjoy @remedyturtles
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Leo doesn’t know how he got here – or why – but he would like it on record that he hates it. For one thing, no one can see him. Oh, sure, the Donnie here has goggles, but he hasn’t put them on once. Never mind the fact that he has no reason to, without knowing Leo is here. It’s not his fault – Leo knows it isn’t. Hell, it’s not anyone’s fault (besides whoever or whatever dropped him here without so much as a ‘have fun, I’ll pick you up in an hour’, and thanks for that, by the way).
But regardless of fault or lack thereof, it just… it reminds him too much of a time he’d rather not think about. When his family couldn’t see him, when they didn’t know he was there, when he was stuck watching them grieve and unable to do a thing about it.
It doesn’t help that he has to watch them interact with this universe’s Leo knowing that he doesn’t have that and never will again (even once the body is ready, it still won’t be the same). Oh, yeah, did he mention that? This universe also has a Leo. Which, to be fair, he should’ve expected going in, but it’d still come as a surprise to him when he walked into the living room to see another him just. Sitting there. 
Other-Leo can’t see him either, by the way. And yeah, again, he should’ve expected that. But some part of him had still hoped (irrationally, he knows it was irrational, he knows) that being the same person would grant him an exception.
Okay, they’re not actually the same person, not really. Versions of the same person, sure, but… there’s too many differences for Leo to say they’re the same. Other-Leo is missing an arm, for one, but more importantly… he’s still alive. And Leo’s glad about that, really! He is! He wouldn’t wish something like this on anyone else (okay, maybe a few people – or aliens – but shut up, that doesn’t count). And he wouldn’t be so selfish as to wish he could trade places with other-Leo. He just… wishes he was still alive, too.
Well. You can’t always get what you wish for. He knows that better than most. 
Anyway. He’s having a great time (no, that’s not sarcasm, why would you even think that) providing a running commentary to other-Leo and getting absolutely zero response back, when – something changes. Leo has no idea exactly what, but there's something different about other-Leo. Maybe it’s the way he holds himself. Maybe it’s the expression on his face. 
Or maybe it’s the way he almost seems like he's looking at Leo now, rather than through him. 
“Huh,” says other-Leo. “Am I hallucinating?”
Leo blinks. Looks behind him, then back at other-Leo. Blinks again, and points to himself questioningly. Because – what else would other-Leo be talking about? There's no way he should be able to see Leo without the goggles, but also, there's literally nothing else in this room he could be referring to. 
“Yes, you,” other-Leo says, and Leo's mouth drops open before he can stop it. “You definitely weren't here last time I was out.”
… What??
Leo has no idea what that means, but hey, more importantly – “You can see me?!”
He realizes a second too late that hearing might not be included in whatever fucked up package the multiverse has decided to give him this time, but other-Leo nods, so either he can in fact hear Leo or he's just really good at reading lips. 
“Should I… not be able to?” he asks, seeming genuinely confused.
“Uh. No??” Leo feels like he might be panicking. Just a little. He – look, he wasn't expecting to be able to interact with people here! “What – you couldn't before, why can you now-?”
“How long have you been here?” other-Leo asks, completely ignoring Leo's question. Maybe he can't hear Leo after all. Or maybe he's just being rude. 
“Like… a few hours,” Leo says anyway.
“Huh. Okay. I couldn't see you because you weren't here, then.”
And, sure, okay, that would make sense, except for the small fact that – “You couldn't see me five minutes ago, though!”
Other-Leo's eyes widen in realization. “Oh, right. I forgot not everybody knows about that. Yeah, that's because that wasn't me.”
And. 
HUH????
Leo gestures wildly, absolutely baffled, and other-Leo snorts. 
“I mean, I'm still a Leo. But this isn't my original body. I'm sharing it with this guy.” He raps his knuckles on his own forehead. “Not sure why I can see you when he couldn't, though. Oh – you can call me Sensei, if you want. Everyone else does.”
The word stirs up some – feelings in Leo, but he pushes them down. He doesn't know if this is. Well. That ‘Sensei’. Mr. Greatest Ninja That Ever Lived, Mr. Led An Entire Resistance Through The Apocalypse. And he could just ask, but. Well. Something in his gut twists at the thought, and he's not sure why. 
… Okay, maybe it has a little to do with the fact that asking would confirm whether or not the invasion happened in this world too, and maybe he doesn't particularly want to think about that and everything that’s implied along with it. Or maybe it’s that despite the talk he had with Casey, he still kind of feels like he could never possibly measure up to future-handsome-amazing him. But, y’know. Who's to say?
“So why were you so surprised that I can see you, anyway?” other-Leo – Sensei – asks. “Can most people not?”
Leo tries to think of a way to word it politely, before remembering that this is (sort of? Technically?) another him, and he probably doesn't need to sugarcoat it. 
“I mean. No? I kind of died. So. Surprise, ghosts are real, don't tell Mikey.” He grins awkwardly and does jazz hands. 
Sensei's face drops for a second, but he quickly picks it back up with a slightly strained smile and does his own jazz hands. Well, hand. “Ah, hey, me too. Bet that's why I can see you. Ghost solidarity or something.”
Leo would just like to reiterate, once again:
HUH???????????
“But – but everyone else can see you and interact with you!” he says, gesturing at Sensei's everything. Does he have some secret knowledge Leo doesn't? And if so, can he please share? Or maybe it's something exclusive to this universe, in which case, rude – but that still doesn't explain why Sensei can see him and other-Leo(????) can't – 
“No, I – okay, I explained this badly. This guy –” and he raps his knuckles on his forehead again. “Isn't dead. I am. It's how I ended up in his head.”
“Oohhh,” Leo says, like that makes literally any sense at all (spoiler alert: it doesn't). How does Sensei being dead equal being in other-Leo’s head? How come he didn’t end up a regular ghost like Leo? Or, y’know, a Hamato spirit?
“Who’re you talking to?” asks Sensei, dragging Leo out of his thoughts, and – what? He opens his mouth to say you, duh, but Sensei cuts him off again.
“Huh, you really can’t see him, then,” Sensei says, and Leo is about to be even more confused when he realizes – oh, right. Body sharing. The first bit must’ve been other-Leo, then, which means he still can’t see Leo even though Sensei’s there with him.
… God, Donnie would have a field day with this. Leo makes a mental note to tell him all of this when he gets back, because data collection. For now, though, he just watches Sensei-slash-other-Leo, who seem (seems?) to be zoning out now. He waits until their (his??) eyes focus again, looking at Leo – okay, still Sensei, then.
“Uh,” he says finally. “What was that about?”
“Talking with Leo,” Sensei says. “Er – my Leo, I mean. We should probably figure out a way to differentiate, actually, if you’re going to be sticking around.”
Leo shrugs. “No idea. I dunno what dropped me here or how long it’s gonna keep me here, so. Probably? I can take the L – heh, get it – since I’m the visitor here. Uh… I can be Leon, I guess?”
Sensei nods. “Works for me. Anyway, it seems like he can’t see you even when we’re both fronting. He actually thinks you’re, uh. Not real? But if I was gonna hallucinate someone, I don’t think you would be who my mind conjured up, so.”
… Okay! Leo – er, Leon – is just going to steamroll past the implications there and never think about them ever, actually. “Uh – yeah, yeah, makes sense. Can confirm I am 100% real, though not 100% tangible. Or. Y’know. Any percent tangible.”
……. Leon is also going to ignore the way his brain screams not real not real at him because Sensei is literally looking right at him and TALKING TO HIM holy shit can he NOT do this right now –
“Mhm, I figured,” Sensei says, voice softened, and god Leon really hopes Sensei didn’t catch his brief existential crisis because how embarrassing would that be? “Like I said, it’s probably some kind of ghost solidarity. That’s my guess, anyway.”
“Probably,” Leon agrees, pasting his grin back on. Though, if anyone would be able to see through it, it’d be another Leo, so it might be pointless anyway. But still. He has an image to maintain, okay?
“Sooooo,” Sensei says, and even if they aren’t the exact same person, Leon knows himself well enough to recognize the spark of mischief in his eyes. “Wanna take advantage of that fact to mess with him?”
Leon’s grin turns real, and he nods. “Oh, hell yes.” 
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jenny-from-the-bau · 1 month
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ooh apologies for the super long ask but here's my controversial cm take (well maybe not controversial here, but in general) the longer i got into the show, the more i disliked reid. like i like the concept of him as a character, especially in the early seasons, but his fandom is so obnoxious and the writers played into that too much imo. like one of the things i like about cm is that there's a cast of characters and no real main character, but it really felt like they were giving reid main character syndrome in those last few seasons. also i feel like most of his fans only like him because he's hot (which imo is debatable but that might just be because i'm a lesbian) and they completely mischaracterize him because of it. wdym spencer reid is a domtop sex god he can't talk to women
also i feel like because reid is a supergenius with an iq of 187, the whole fandom discounts how smart the rest of the team is (except blake and maybe garcia, she gets her flowers). like derek went to college on a scholarship, worked as a cop in chicago, worked the bomb squad, and became an expert in obsessional crimes all before joining the bau and he was only in his early 30s in s1. or emily speaks like five languages, went to yale, worked in counterterrorism, went undercover with doyle, and was only 36 when she joined the team. don't even get me started on how the team underestimates jj's intelligence because she's pretty and she was "only" the media liaison and not a "real" profiler despite the fact that she helped profile them countless times before becoming a profiler. she was literally 27 in the first season and it's implied she had been working for the bau for a few years at that point. the bau is one of the most prestigious units in the entire fbi, and it's insanely impressive that she got such a position at such a young age, but people want to act like she's not smart.
also i commented on what it takes on ao3 (my user is repugaytion) and you asked me what my tumblr is, that was me, hiiii! i did in fact read that entire fic instead of studying for my midterm, but dw i had some time to study beforehand, and i aced the exam. no more prioritizing jemily over studying tho lmao
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(1) I agree with you! I think he's a fine character, but the fanbase was really loud and the writers just leaned more and more into that without considering the other characters. I also think he's smart, but more so, he's good at memorizing and regurgitating information. He usually isn't the one to make actual connections. He gives facts and it's someone else who puts them together. Also Also other people are so so smart and it's over shadowed by his ability to say numbers quickly. It's so frustrating. Everyone is an expert in something, but the show pretends that he's the only smart one.
(2) I hate when people write Spencer as a sex god or like super hot man in bed because like he's a dweeb ass dweeb and that's what makes him so amazing! he's just this nerdy guy who's sweet because he has no interest in pretending to be something he's not. I think mot of his fandom doesn't actually like him. They think he's hot and then make up whatever they want about him.
(3) hellooooooo! I'm glad you aced your exam haha I was worried!
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albywritesfiction · 3 months
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Aro anon here! Dw, I've never felt that you as the author was pushing us to hate Ædan for not loving MC back. I think you've done fairly well, sort of, holding court(?) and showcasing asks without pushing any particular viewpoints.
Important addendum to my thoughts: I personally don't mind being uncomfy! like, not in this instance. Some fiction should be uncomfortable, especially attempting to delve into certain topics. It might be the only way to do it with honestly. It's worth it to read about the raw reactions Ædan gets. I don't want to police people's feelings on the matter - I think that's weird when we're talking fiction. Or worse, for any anons to be less honest going forward! But i do want to encourage self-examination, and give my own honest, first-reaction perspective to consider
I appreciate that you aren't planning to glorify sentiments like that, but i do hope you won't shy away from it altogether. Like, romance is messy, it can cause a lot of "ugly" feelings, and u should get to write the messiest version possible in a romance game 😂 where else to explore this? It'd be different if i was giving advice to a friend about a guy, but this is a story. Pls dw about making MC have "correct" feelings. Indulging in being vengeful, petty, or utterly enamoured with Ædan in the complete opposite direction from before could be really fun! MC being angry at Ædan specifically for not loving MC back is normal, and I think it'd make sense as an option in-game. But it'd be best, I think, to have varied reaction to this in-game. I think it'd be an interesting bit of characterization too, seeing who'd support MC unilaterally in this and who'd give more push-back against an MC who thinks like this.
e.g i think people already want the option to shove their happy relationship with Ædrick/Cyffrin in Ædan's face. There could definitely be a "if you'd picked me, you could've been this happy too 😒" bend to it 😂 so many possible reactions from everyone involved to be had:
Is Ædan actually jealous? What if not? I feel like he already knows his life would've been exponentially easier if he was in love with MC, but he had a decade and still couldn't force it. He knows what he'd feel like in a relationship with MC - utterly miserable. Maybe he'd just be happy that MC has found the happiness he feels with Helene in Ædrick/Cyffrin and say so. Would a Vengeance!MC be incensed about that?? What if Ædan was jealous and regreful! Would MC be pleased with that? Just openly gleeful? How do Ædrick/Cyffrin feel about being used for this so transparently? Or about an MC that's still so focused on Ædan, has such strong reactions to Ædan's opinions, even in a relationship with them?
Messy messy messy 🤗
Hi aro Anon! I was really glad to receive this from you as soon as I had posted my response to your ask, and I'm sorry it's taken me quite a while to respond to this one 😓
It's quite a relief to hear that I don't seem to be biased towards any one version of things. I've been kind of worried about deciding what things should I put a reasonable limit on so that ATE doesn't become too overwhelming to work on while balancing it with the interactivity and branching narratives that I want to delve into, so I'm glad to hear that it doesn't sound like ATE's turning into more of a kinetic rather than interactive novel just yet 😅
I'm glad to hear that you're open-minded about reading, even for works that may go beyond your comfort zone. I especially like how you, in your own words, "want to encourage self-examination, and give my own honest, first-reaction perspective to consider."
I also greatly appreciate all the insights and thoughts you've shared, especially about romance in fiction, the variation in responses to the entire mess Ædan created, and the potential spaghetti of emotions that the cast may experience 🤭
I've reread your ask more times that I can count since I received it all the way back in November 2023 in my attempt to write a sufficient response, and each time I did, I've felt grateful that you took the time to write such a detailed, insightful, and reassuring ask, so I'd like to thank you for sending in this ask, aro Anon, and I hope you have a wonderful day/night!
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pjsk-writin · 1 year
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hello amichen!!!!
I wanted to request a polywxs x gn!reader with a reader that tends to hurt themself when they're frustrated? kinda like gripping their hair, scratching and kinda like punching themselves?
in a scenario where the reader messed up a show and start having a breakdown because they are scared tsukasa and the others are going to hate them for it
(dw I'm fine I just really wanna read that waaaa)
THANK YOUU!! also please take everything at your pace so you dont get overwhelmed and start melting like ice cream under the pressure! <3
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is it bad if I said me fr </3 but im glad ur fine weheh, this was vv fun and I promise I'm not melting like ice cream HFKSKDJG- I hope u like this !! <3
☆ FRUSTRATED HURT - (Poly!) Tsukasa Tenma, Rui Kamishiro, Emu Otori and Nene Kusanagi x Reader
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If I'm being completely honest, I can see all of them doing something similar. Perhaps not as often or as painfully as you do, but they've had similar breakdowns
Which is why they don't notice your tendency to hurt yourself when frustrated. Sure, they've calmed you down during breakdowns before, but they didn't realize how severely you would hurt yourself until the show
You had a role in one of their new shows, and while it was certainly a very fun show, you ended up messing up one of your major parts. The others were able to cover for you, but you felt terrible
After the curtain call, you made your backstage, one hand gripping your hair while the other scratched so hard at your arm that you started to bleed
Tsukasa's the first to notice, and he panics so much that his panic brings everyone's attention to you both- He'll gently grab your wrists with wide eyes, "My lovely co-star, what are you doing?-"
The others slip to your side by that point, and Emu gives you a big hug from behind. She gently squeezes you, frowning, "Hey hey, you okay?? You can squeeze me if you need to!!"
Rui will place his hand over one of yours, while Nene does the same with the other. Rui frowns, looking at the scratches you made before leaving to quickly grab bandages
Nene, in the meantime, will simply give you a concerned look before bringing your hand to her face. "...I don't know why you did this, but we're all here for you. We always will be."
You were already tearing up at the gentle comfort and affection from everyone, but Rui came back with bandages and treated your scratches. He then kissed the wrapped wounds, looking at you with a sad smile. "Dearest, if this is about the show, I promise you're fine."
Tsukasa lit up at his words and nodded in agreement. "Yes yes, you're perfectly fine my co-star! We all make mistakes, but there's no need to take it out on yourself."
Emu nods, hugging you tighter. "We love you so so so much!! It's not very fun to see you all sad...I want to make sure you're smiling again!!"
They all then envelop you in a group hug, and you melt into it. Needless to say, they all make sure to keep a close eye on you from that point on and help calm you down during moments like it <3
Nene sighs before giving you a gentle smile, "Never doubt how much we care about you, alright? It'll take a lot more than a mistake for us to hate you."
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basmathgirl · 21 days
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Hi!
Due to personal reasons I wasn’t able to watch the 60th DW anniversary episodes when they aired. But now I’m caught up on everything and I have some thoughts and questions(?) about the Doctor and Donna’s famous platonic relationship.
And I think I need a bit of clarification first. Everyone likes to talk about their friendship, their platonic relationship, about them being platonic soulmates… And yes that is true, especially after the 60th anniversary. However I always assumed, when they met the second time (s4e1), Donna tried to find the Doctor, not just because she wanted to go on an adventure, but also because she was somewhat attracted to him as well.???
But I guess I read her character and the situation in e1 of s4 completely wrong, because I used to think her saying that he is an alien streak of nothing and she would never consider him in a romantic manner, especially in the moment immediately after him stating he just wants a friend, was more a way to protect herself and her feelings than anything else.
Don’t get me wrong I love their friendship and I’m glad she didn’t pine for him like some other companions did. But saying it was platonic from the very start for both of them always seemed wrong to me.?🤔
As I mentioned I just finished watching the anniversary episodes and although I loooved them, a part of me is a tiny bit annoyed that the fandom (not the DW fandom overall, but the Donna x Doctor fans) readily embraced the “they are just friends” scenario. I mean in truth there is nothing to complain about really, we got a happy ending and I never expected them to become canon in the first place. (The Doctor rarely has real romantic relationships in canon anyway, except when he does...🙄) But even people who shipped them before, are now just basking in this platonic setting they presented us, and push the Donna x Doctor idea away. At least it seems like this to me.
And I know their relationship is super special nonetheless. They are soulmates! But I guess I wanted more for Donna... She always seemed like a very passionate person. Someone who deserved something special in every area of her life. Someone who would have or would want to have passion, something special and meaningful when it comes to their love life as well. And her relationship with Shaun just doesn’t look like it is something like this. But of course we only witnessed a small part of their life and they are already married for 15 years. Plus relationships don’t have to be loud, dramatic and flashy to be happy and fulfilled. But the words Donna used to talk about Shaun and their marriage are somewhat telling in my opinion. Moreover I would dare to argue that it is very obvious that he loves her a lot more than she loves him…
I just know if they had set up the relationship between the Doctor and Donna differently from the very beginning, gave it more room for interpretation, this whole arc, where they are separated for over a decade and then found each other again could have been a great love story. I mean it is, a great love story, but you know what I’m getting at.
In the end it is probably the best to remind myself that DW isn’t about sappy love stories anyway...🤷‍♀️
Sorry you didn’t get to watch the 60th specials until recently, as there’s always a buzz to watching stuff sort of along with other people.
Ah, the ‘platonic relationship’ that many non-shippers refer to; which is their right to do so, but you won’t find me thinking that way. Donna was not immune to the Doctor’s looks, she just chose to ignore the issue. After all, why did she react with a knee-jerk panic when he mentioned wanting a mate? It certainly hit a nerve, caused by past experience, or secretly liking the look of him. “They fell for each other” David Tennant said about the Doctor and Donna at the end of The Runaway Bride so it is perfectly valid to assume she wasn’t just seeking a quick trip in the TARDIS when she sought him out. I mean, a whole year? For someone you aren’t attracted to? That’s a long time to look for someone you’re just after a job/experience from.
She called him a long streak of nothing to stop him thinking she fancied him, because she didn’t want to embarrass herself by being rejected. She wanted a meaningful relationship, not a quick bunk up.
During the 50th anniversary celebrations, they interviewed some of the past Doctors about how they felt about the romantic angle that occurs in nu!Who. Apart from the general disgust romance was included, Peter Davison said an interesting thing. He felt certain that, if Donna had been given another series with the Doctor, they’d have ended up in a physical non-platonic relationship (shall we say). But DT did state once that the Doctor is asexual, so take from that what you will.
The biggest obstacle for TenxDonna shippers where the Fourteenth Doctor is concerned is Shaun Temple. Do you condone  adultery and ship them, kick Shaun out of the way somehow, or leave them as platonic best friends? It’s a conundrum, but most of the shippers I know have decided the marriage between Donna and Shaun had ended long ago and they are hanging on to their tepid relationship by the skin of their teeth, just because of Rose Temple. In RL this would be true; so I’m perfectly happy to go along with it.
I completely agree with you: Shaun loves Donna a lot more than she loves him. You don’t describe your husband as merely ‘nice’; and she only said “I love you” to his face to get him to take Rose to safety. As Wilf said in the café, she was making do, and her chat with Sylvia about missing someone underlines that fact.
RTD wrote The Runaway Bride as a romcom gone wrong. There are even aspects of that in Partners In Crime. The companion in S4 was supposed to be the love of the Doctor’s lives; and when CT was cast that plan was ditched and Rose Tyler was promoted into that spot, for a while. Hmm. Makes you think, eh? Because all that has been sort of reversed thanks to the 60th anniversary specials. Their reunion could have been a great love story, but under the supervision of RTD it was never going to be that, let’s be honest here. He has always had an ulterior agenda to shoehorn Rose into everything, and he managed it through the metacrisis resolution.
Just remind yourself, love, that although Doctor Who has never been about sappy love stories (can’t upset the watching sexist dads, can we), the fanfiction has ALWAYS been dominated by sappy love stories; and long may it continue to do so! 😉☺️
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sarcopterygiian · 6 months
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EXTREMELY UNPOPULAR LNCO OPINION
i like the show better than the books🫢
hear me out
so i was an og book fan (as in, i read and loved them in middle school and have now graduated college) and i really loved them, i did. i did stop reading after the hollow boy (though i pretty much know what happens so dw abt spoilers) because i felt like they were getting a little too cringe for me and i hated the way lucy treated holly. this is coming from an insecure middle schooler!! i was in PEAK “pick me” era and that still really bugged me.
watching the show i just felt like they smoothed out every flaw of the books. yes, lucy is still lucy. she’s young, she’s insecure, she’s got a temper like you wouldn’t believe. she’s still realistic! she still has personality! but she’s not just reduced to her feelings for lockwood. her bad moods don’t hinge on lockwood liking her back or giving attention to someone else, in fact they’re often because of him putting them in danger!! which is only reserved for george in the books, often just to give lucy the opportunity to defend lockwood.
speaking of george, i love show george. yes he’s prickly, yes he’s a straight up weird recluse, but he’s also sweet and loyal and funny. i hate to say it but i really found no redeeming characteristics in book george. it felt like he was only there to be a voice of reason against lockwood (because lucy certainly wasn’t going to be) or to be the butt of (often fatphobic) jokes. or to be mean to lucy so lockwood can tell him to ease up, creating a good moment for the main couple
the found family dynamic (which to be honest i just didn’t feel in the books) felt genuine. you saw every moment that they proved to each other they were there, you saw every moment that backed up each of them trusting one another. i felt like none of that was so real in the books; after a while they just start saying they’re family and you have to take their word for it.
once again, all just my personal opinion. i still loved the books, and maybe there’s nuance that i just missed. all in all it’s a wonderful world that stroud built and i’m so glad it got another opportunity to shine (however brief🥲)
long post but i’m done!!
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moefongo · 10 months
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Hello if you’re still doing the Hyrule Warriors handcanon things I was wondering Ganondorf, Zant, and Ghirahim would kiss? You can add anyone else as well but if you’re no longer doing those then it’s okay ☺️ love reading those btw!
Ajshs hello! Im still doing them dw! And thank you im really glad you love my work!!!
The Villains and how they kiss
Ganondorf
His kisses are warm and very passionate, especially when in public.
His hand tilting his S/O's chin while his other hand holds them close by the waist is his preferred way to kiss them. However Ganondorf will kiss them at random times during the day, ranging from a quick peck on the lips to them making out in a hallway.
100% of the time, Ganondorf will accidentally tickle his S/O with his beard, but neither of them care since hearing their laughter is what he loves the most.
Ghirahim
His lips, like his entire body, are cold to the touch. Which can be a blessing during the hot summer days or a curse during the winter. Of course, Ghirahim uses this to his advantage since during summers he can kiss and cuddle with his S/O for longer and during winter he can tease them by kissing them in the neck or back just to see them jump in surprise from the cold.
Ghirahim aslo likes to be dramatic by dipping as they kiss especially when they're out on a date.
When they're all alone, Ghirahim becomes more tender and needy with his kisses, not affeaod of being vulnerable in front of the one he loves. In this case, Ghirahim will pepper kisses all over their face until he reaches their lips, where he'll kiss them as if he were holding on to dear life.
Zant
In the beginning Zant was inexperiencedand very insecure, his kisses were quick, chaste kisses, barely even touching his S/O's lips fearing they'd be disgusted with him.
But with a bit of coaxing and encouragement, Zant gathered up the courage to kiss them properly and how he'd wanted to for so long. His hand gently resting on their cheek as he kisses them over and over again, savoring each and everyone one of those kisses.
Whenever he get carried away, he'll start purring because when he's kissing them is when he feels happy and safe. Meanwhile every time he kisses them he'll hold them tight either with one or both arms, especially holding them as close as possible because Zant lowkey is very clingy.
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