#Don't get me wrong I love writing him but every new thread now feels like Bonus Rounds

[starrycassi]

Ballister's been through this many times. Ambrosius comes into his room, hysterical, to announce him of some ridiculous upper crust rule or ball or challenge that he's got to participate in. He knows the drill by now; listen to him, reassure him and help him get ready, be it brushing his hair or co-writing a speech for him to give.

The Goldenloin family puts up an act for people to show off Ambrosius and his many qualities every so often. He doesn't really care, not anymore. He used to panic alongside Ambrosius, when they were thirteen. He's seventeen, now, and the novelty of it has worn off — it's just kind of funny, really, to see his boyfriend suffer through hours and hours of whatever bullshit he's supposed to do now.

This upcoming event, however, is doing a number on Ambrosius's nerves. He's pacing back and forth the room, and he hasn't even looked at Ballister yet. His tic — the one in his left eye, is back, and his lips are red and swollen in the places where he's been bitting them. It's barely five am, and Ballister knows that this is going to be a long day.

"You're going to get nauseous if you keep spinning around, Amber" he tries to start the conversation, voice soft and words slow. Between them, Ambrosius has always been the worst when it comes to keeping his emotions under control. Ballister's learnt, by now, that sometimes it's just better to give him space.

"I'm nauseous already. Some spinning won't hurt, I'm sure" he snaps back, almost screaming. Ballister decides that talking to him won't be possible right now, and goes back to the project on his table, making sure to hold the screwdriver at the right angle.

After fifteen minutes or so, Ambrosius finally stops. He whines, letting his body weight drag him down on Ballister's mattress.

"What is it, this time?"

Ambrosius's silent, only whining a bit more after the question, like a wounded dog. That's new. He usually loves to go on rants about how everything is going to go wrong and how the whole world hates him in secret. Ballister puts down the tools, quickly scribbles down what he's supposed to do next to avoid future mistakes, and sits down next to his boyfriend, threading a hand through the other teen's hair.

They stay like that some minutes, Ballister working his way through the blond strands and Ambrosius simply lying there. Ballister's starting to think that he's fallen asleep, when Ambrosius finally speaks up, face still buried in pillows.

"They're marrying me off, Bal"

The world stops spinning.

Ballister goes static. His whole body freezes, and his heart stops beating. He can feel the blood on his veins going cold, so cold his bones feel stuck, too.

This was a expected situation, kind of. Captain Gloria, Ambrosius's mom, had been married off, too. She didn't like her husband in the slightest and they never talked to each other. Ambrosius told him all that.

She had also promised to keep her son away from that predicament. But Ballister knew better than to trust mothers. His own had abandoned him some years ago, after all.

"What... How? What?"

Ambrosius sits up, criss cross, hugging a pillow. He's such a kid. His eyes are already watery, and he's got a red nose, probably from slamming his face into the pillows.

"Not- well, not actually marrying me off. Mum doesn't want that, y'know" He shrugs, looking at his own hands. "But she can't really... just go against tradition, I guess. So, uh, there's going to be a tournament, figths, you know? And I know I'll probably win, she chose combat because she knows I'm good at it, but what if I don't win?"

He takes a deep breath, grunting. Ballister's brain is struggling to catch up, so he can't do much more than nod, encouraging his boyfriend to keep talking.

"It's not going to be like here, only us, cadets and students, where I know I will undoubtedly win. Actual grown ups could get in there, Ballister. My mom's been screaming to anyone and everyone about how ridiculous everything is, but- I guess rules are rules. I haven't slept. We stayed up all night on the phone, she tore down the whole family's library, called all of our lawyers, we tried every single article and law ever written. Nothing. The best we can do is... hope"

"The Captain's right. This is ridiculous, Ambrosius. What do you mean grown ups? Why? That's fucking creepy. Can't you guys just... say no? You're a Goldenloin, surely you-"

Ambrosius grunts, again, tugging at one of his hair strands.

"It's not that easy!" He screams, shutting Ballister up. "I've been getting proposals for... for forever! It's not really a matter of love as it is a matter of money, Bal. I've been getting proposals even from before I was actually born. Political alliances and all that. Mom's been doing her best, I know she has, but when a heir has said "no" enough times, then a duel or something can be called up, and an actual tournament would be way easier than just fighting every single idiot that wants to get my last name!"

Ballister's never been happier to be an orphan commoner than right now. His only worry when it comes to marriage is whether or not he can afford a pretty ring.

It's not like commoners don't marry for money. Arranged marriages were a pretty common thing around him, young kids marrying older people to try and get their families ahead, forced by their parents, their "spouses" or their economical situations. He just... never really had to worry about it, ever since he became a knight.

"That's incredibly fucked up, Ambrosius"

"I know ! I am well aware of how weird this must be for you, Bal. And I have absolutely no backup plan. My mom's confident that I'm winning, because Goldenloins never lose, but I'm not her! She can still beat me when we spar together, what am I going to do if someone else wins? Just... get married?"

Trying to come up with a solution, Ballister stutters and stammers his way through a sentence.

"You could, uh, get married and have a divorce, right?"

"No! Totally no! You don't get it! Whoever wins gets to ask whatever they want from my family, money, land, my hand- whatever, and then that's irrevocable!"

Stressed out, Ballister screechs. Of course he doesn't get it. No one ever bothered to explain this to him. He knew that parents could force their kids to marry (Captain Gloria once told him the story, very drunk and very mad at her departed dad) but not that a whole fucking event could be staged even if the family said no.

"It's not my fault I don't get it, you twat! Do you think the knigth training automatically gave me political marriage bullshit training, too? Well, no, it didn't! I'm so sorry for not knowing you weird ass nobility traditions, Ambrosius, I didn't realize I was supposed to!"

Getting up from the bed, mad at the world for being unfair and at himself for snapping, he runs his hands through his hair, with the impulse to simply rip it all off. It quickly gets replaced by guilt. Ambrosius has done nothing wrong, and here he is, being an asshole instead of helping.

"Amber... Shit, I'm sorry. This is just-"

Chuckling humorlessly, Ambrosius waves his hand in the air. He looks up at Ballister, and shakes his head.

"You're right. Sorry. I just forgot. I always do"

They already went through this, too. Ambrosius is good at keeping Ballister up to date, always happy to explain the situation, but sometimes things just... slip his mind. It isn't anyone's fault, but it's still annoying when it happens.

"Sorry, too. For calling you a twat"

Ballister leans down, tentatively. Ambrosius doesn't hesitate to lift himself up, and they share a quick kiss. All is forgiven.

"So... what now?"

Silently, they both try their best to think. Ballister's mind is blank, just screaming at him to get a sword and go decapitate however wrote the fuckin rules. He ignores that voice, per usual. The fucker's probably dead, by now, anyway.

Ambrosius is the one who gasps, and smiles all of the sudden, so bright that the sun should be jealous. He bounces on the bed a couple of times, clapping to get his boyfriend's attention.

"We're both idiots!"

Ballister frowns, confused. An awkward smile is all he can offer Ambrosius, wondering if his man finally went crazy.

"I see no correlation between our supposed idiocy and the problem at hand, Amber."

"Come on, Bal! This is easy. I have the best plan" he giggles, like a kid that just got a new toy. Ballister can tell that this plan probably will suck and get them in more danger than necessary. And he's so on board. Always on board, when it comes to Ambrosius.

"Which is?"

"You!" Exclaims Ambrosius, rolling his eyes. "You're my plan"

"Excuse me?"

"You're going to compete and win, Bal"

Perhaps he never should've become a knight, that way he never would've fallen in love with this absolute trainwreck of a man. Is it too late to go back to being a random kid and forget about all this? Probably.

#goldenheart #nimona movie #ballister nimona #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister boldheart #nimona (2023) #ambrosius nimona #ambrosius x ballister #nimona #ballister blackheart #i should be doing homework #forced marriaged but he's trying to save his boyfriend from it #tournament au

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+, this is filthy smut guys, I loved writing it though, don't get me wrong.

Summary: This is a request from an anon, "Rafe Cameron smut friends with benefits? Super playful vibes and stuff but hard core smut LOL"

My whole body turns with a groan, skimming my hands along the top of my bed, trying to locate my phone that buzzed, forcing me from my half awake, half asleep limbo.

With a hiss, I turn on my phone, the light from it nearly blinding me as the facial recognition tries desperately to figure my face out but, to no avail.

Rafe: Are you up?

I snort, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes before flipping onto my stomach, achy fingers typing back a witty response before laying back down, closing my eyes for a few more minutes, knowing that I'll be pulling myself out of the comfort of my bed in just a few moments.

Me: Is this a 'u up?' text, Rafe?

Rafe: If it is, would you come over.

He knows the answer, he knows that I would come over and be there in minutes if he asked me to but he just never seems to ask flat out. There's always a game, always a way for him to bribe me over to his place to flip me on all fours and keep me up all night.

Me: What are you offering?

Rafe: Really rough sex and air fried egg rolls.

Well that's probably the best thing he's managed to come up with in weeks, but in the grand scheme of things, all he had to say was 'rough sex' and I'd topple out of bed and into a new outfit and brushed teeth like I'm doing now.

Me: I'll be there in ten.

"Where are the egg rolls." I ask, barely kissing Rafe's lips as he pushes me against the wall, hands firmly gripping my hips to pull my body flush against his and he chuckles.

"Fuck- after." He mumbles into the kiss, lips parting messily against mine and I moan loudly, fingers threading through his hair, giving it a firm tug but I can't bite back the giggles that are escaping me. "You're thinking about egg rolls aren't you?"

"Shut up, I'm thinking about your cock in me." His eyes darken, the smile that was once there is now fanned out into a thin line as he watches me, eyes trailing down my body before he's grabbing my hand and pulling me up the stairs.

I giggle loudly and struggle to keep up with him and the moment we enter the room, he's pulling my dress off, tossing it to the ground. I rest back onto the bed, waiting for him to strip himself of his clothes, watching him drop every piece of clothing with wide, excited eyes.

"Way to be subtle." He chuckles as I part my knees, loving the way that Rafe bites at his lip, reaching out to brush his thumb across the wet mark on my panties.

"Way to take what you want." I wiggle my brows at him and he growls, slipping down on top of me and before I can even get the chance to slip my panties from my body, he pulls them aside and slips inside of me.

"You want me to take you?" He asks but I can barely think and my eyes instinctually flutter shut, head falling back against the mattress with a loud, delayed moan.

"Yes." Rafe's biceps clench beside my head, fists turning white as he supports his weight above me and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer to me, jaw practically unhinged from pleasure.

"You want it rough?" His nose drags against my cheek and I smile wickedly, nodding my head as he begins to thrust in and out of me, deep groans rumbling in his chest as my nails scratch down the column of his spine.

"Harder." I beg, breathlessly whimpering in his ear and it only seems to egg him on, his hand slapping my thigh before wrapping under my waist to pull me closer to him, hitting at a deeper angle within me that I didn't even know was possible.

"Yeah?" He hums, pressing a sweet kiss to my cheek, the complete opposite feeling of his hips pounding into mine. "Fuck, Y/n." He moans, almost losing his composure, hips pausing briefly against mine before picking up the speed at a faster pace. "So good for me."

#rafe #rafe x reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron x y/n #outerbanks #rafe cameron smut #rafe smut

[moonlightazriel]

All I ask /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: “If it’s too late ignore this completely. But can I request a fic to a song? All I Ask by Adele. Like something angsty and as the reader is leaving Azriel snaps and they have one more night together and she leaves.”

Warnings: Angst and SMUT

Word Count: 2,2K

Notes: This request was so good, i loved writing it, thank you so much anon for the request❤️❤️

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I will leave my heart at the door I won't say a word They've all been said before, you know So why don't we just play pretend Like we're not scared of what's coming next Or scared of having nothing left?

The rain tapped against the window, the sound relaxing Y/N’s mind, her chest heavy as she watched the life going in Velaris, she was going to miss this place, her new home, she loved this city deeply, but she didn’t have reasons to stay anymore, she could fool herself all she wanted, but she couldn’t erase the fact that he had a mate waiting for him, and it wasn’t her.

She prayed, late at night when he had his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to his chest, while she inhaled his scent that he would be the one for her, that he was her mate and she was his, she dreamed of this moment countless times, she loved him too much and was too selfish to share him with someone else, she wanted to be his air, his life, the one his heart beat for.

And for five years she was, she was his life, he loved her more than anything, he didn’t care about finding his mate, not when he had her, she was everything he needed, the happiness he longed for, he finally found, in her arms, in her warm embrace. Mate or not, she would always be the one for him, he used to tell this to himself, that no bond matter to him as long she was on his side, and how fool she was to believe him.

The kind of connection the bond brings, she could never compete with that, and it was this invisible thread that suffocated their love and crushed her soul, sometimes the Mother had a weird sense of humor. She pretended not to notice it at first, but after some time it was hard not to see how he naturally gravitated towards the priestess, she sat by and watched as they discovered their bond, was impossible to deny now.

He would be so close to her in training, that they practically merged together as one, the lovesick gaze that once was directed to Y/N wasn’t there anymore, he would look at Gwyn like she was the only female in the world, he would laugh, truly laugh with her, and spent every moment of his free time down in the library with her. Y/N was merely a thought at the back of his mind, tossed aside, forgotten forever.

Look, don't get me wrong I know there is no tomorrow All I ask is

She couldn’t keep doing this anymore, sinking into the endless self pity she was feeling, she wasn’t sorry that she had loved him, but she was sorry that she wasn’t enough to keep him. The decision hurt, made her stomach twist, her chest heavy and her heart broken, but she would choose herself over him this time.

She got up, walking around the house, making sure that she hadn’t forget any of her belonging, there was no tomorrow for them, how she could be with him knowing that the only thing he ever wanted was right at his side, she wouldn’t live with the constant fear of him leaving, she had to leave first, and that was what she was going to do.

She winnowed, bringing her boxes with her to the her house in Day Court, it felt weird going back to her life at Day, she left so much behind, the only person that knew that she was the younger sister of Helion, were the High Lord and Lady from Night, and while he didn’t have any heirs yet, she was the one supposed to become High Lady after him, but she left it all behind for Azriel, she didn’t regret and her brother understood, who he was to be in the way of love?

Helion was waiting for her at her house, helping her carry boxes, she kept coming back and forth a couple of times, their apartment getting empty as she removed her things, she doubted that Azriel would notice, he hasn’t paid much attention to her lately, it was going to be easy for her to leave like this, she didn’t know if she had the courage to leave with him there.

“Only one box left.” She said, her voice low and shaken, she was on the verge of tears, her brother approached her, his big arms pulling her closer, his hands caressed her hair, and she left out a sob, her heart aching, she missed her brother.

“You can do it, I know you’re strong enough to do so.” He encouraged her and she nodded, stepping away from him and disappearing, walking directly in the living room, her hands reaching for the last box, she didn’t have anything left here, except for a part of her heart, this would forever belong to Azriel and she couldn’t do anything about it.

I don't need your honesty It's already in your eyes And I'm sure my eyes, they speak for me No one knows me like you do And since you're the only one that mattered Tell me, who do I run to?

Azriel twisted his key, opening the door, as he stepped on their apartment, he went completely still, his eyes landing on Y/N, she was holding a box and her face was puffy and red like she had been crying, his heart squeezed in his chest at the sight.

“What are you doing?” He stepped closer, his mind racing as he looked around, the apartment almost empty, all of her things gone, he started to panic, she couldn’t possibly be leaving him, could she?

“I’m leaving.” Her voice almost creaking, the box slipped through her hands, falling on the ground, the sound and their hearts beating fast were the only sound in the entire apartment, he panicked even more, his feet dragging him to close the distance between them, one of his hands cupping her cheek, she closed her eyes, the tears rolling down her cheek anyway.

“What do you mean, you’re not telling me that you’re leaving me right? You can’t do this to me, to us.” He sounded desperate, and this only made her heart bleed even more, she hated seeing him like this, but she had to do it, she had suffered enough already.

“I’m setting you free Azriel, you can be with your mate now.” Saying this made her mouth dry and left a bitter taste on her tongue, he flinched, she knew. He tried not to, but the bond was so strong to simply ignore, he didn’t wanted to hurt her, but when this kind of thing happens, someone will get hurt, he just wished it wasn’t her, she didn’t deserved this.

“I don’t want to be with her.” She knew he was lying, how could he say this when he spend every single moment of his day with her? When he wouldn’t even spare a glance in her direction whenever Gwyn was around? She felt offended if he thought that she was that blind.

“You don’t have to deny, your eyes, the way you look at her, they tell me everything I need to know. You deserve to be with your mate, you deserve to have the love you crave so much.” He looked at her, she couldn’t be serious.

“But I have the love I’ve always wanted, with you.” His voice was so loud that she felt dizzy.

“But this.” She pointed at them. “Will never be enough, not when you know she’s right there.” Y/n felt tired, her body at mere seconds from collapsing on the ground, he held her closer, he knew her so well, he could sense how fragile she was at this moment.

“Let me show you that you’re more than enough, no bond can get in between us.” She wasn’t sure, his fingers slid down her body and she shivered, she haven’t felt his touch for so long, she craved him, one more time, that’s all she needed.

If this is my last night with you Hold me like I'm more than just a friend Give me a memory I can use Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do It matters how this ends 'Cause what if I never love again?

His lips met the skin of her neck, and she moaned, the lack of contact making her needy, she wanted him, she wanted to feel him, pretend that they were good and they were in love just for tonight. Her hands ran through his hair, while she delicately pulled his head up, their lips immediately meeting each other, the kiss was passionate, she kissed him with all of her might, she would remember how soft his lips were for the rest of her existence.

He gave her an impulse, she jumped, wrapping her legs on his waist as he walked to their empty bedroom, laying her gently on the bed, he started to suck her neck, his lips marking her, as his hands worked on removing her shirt, his lips trailed down her body, he kissed her exposed breasts, he bit her left breast as his hand worked on the other one, his thumb and index pressing her nipple in between them, earning a breathy moan from her.

He switched, his tongue replacing his finger on her right breast as one of his hands opened her pants, she kicked her pants off, leaving only her under wear on, his scarred hand entered her panties, his index finger sliding through her extension, collecting her juice as he started to rub circles in her clit, while he kept playing with her breasts.

Her hands grabbed his hair, as she tried to hold onto something, her hips buckled up, wanting more contact, the orgasm that has been denied for months was building quickly, his tongue circulated her nipple, sucking and biting as his finger moved faster, her whole body shaking as she came, her moans falling loudly from her wide open lips, Azriel looked up at her, marking her fucked out face in the memory, something told him that this would be the last night they had together.

She was quick to undress him as soon she was able to control her body again, his cock pulsing painfully trapped on his pants, it jumped free as she released him, the tip hitting his belly and leaving a glistening spot as the pre cum hit his abdomen. He guided his cock, collecting her wetness before he sunk inside her, so deep that he was all the way down to the balls, he stood still, feeling the warmth of her cunt, he missed it so much.

Her walls stretched, hugging him perfectly as she clenched around him, her cunt greedy wanting to swallow him whole, his wings wide open behind him, she lifted one hand, touching the sensitive spot on them,, her finger sliding up and down making his cock twitch inside her, his breath was caught up in his throat, it’s been a really long time since they had sex, and he forgot how good the two felt against each other.

He started to move slowly, making his way inside her, he would always remember how she hugged him close, how her touch made him melt and how he loved her, even if she didn’t believed it anymore, her nails scratched the brown skin of his back as he started to move faster, they breathed together, their senses overwhelmed by the other.

Her mind could only focus on how his hips slammed against her, all the pain and sorrow didn’t mattered at that moment, he kissed her, muffling her moans as his hips kept thrusting strongly on her, she held onto the pleasure, trying to forget how broken her heart was, she sobbed, and as Azriel rested his head on her chest, she cried, for everything she was losing today.

The knot on her belly kept growing, and she felt her walls clenching hard around him, the orgasm closer than she expected, and all of sudden she was pushed over the edge, free falling on the pleasure he caused her, she moaned loudly, his name reverberating on the room, as he pounded on her a few more times, his seed leaking from his cock as he stuffed her full with him.

Let this be our lesson in love Let this be the way we remember us I don't wanna be cruel or vicious And I ain't asking for forgiveness All I ask is

They stayed in silence, enjoying the moment a little bit more while they could, the happy bubble around them could burst at any moment, she had to leave, Azriel adjusted himself in bed, pulling her closer to his chest and closing his wings around them.

“I love you.” He whispered against her hair and she felt her chest heavy again.

“I love you too, with all my heart.” She kissed his chest, allowing herself to rest peacefully one more time, Azriel held her tight, he knew that he couldn’t convince her to stay. She woke up in the middle of the night, Azriel was sleeping, she looked at him, his rested features, his hair falling on his forehead, she drank in the sight of him for a little longer, sliding from the bed, she got dressed, kissing his head one more time before she went to the living room, grabbing the discarded box, looking around the apartment and taking a deep breath, winnowing away, leaving everything that she loved so much behind.

#Spotify #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #acotar #moonlightazriel #a court of mist and fury #azriel x y/n #velaris #night court #day court

[sarah-sandwich-writes]

HOLD ON WAIT UP HOLD THE PHONE

I KNOW I WAS GONE FOR A FEW MONTHS THERE BUT HAS BLUE LIKE DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME ALWAYS BEEN A PART OF A SERIES OR IS THAT A NEW DEVELOPMENT???

I FEEL LIKE ITS CHRISTMAS ALL OVER AGAIN FUCK Y E A H

Okay so

I...

have been cooking

by which I mean illusions of grandeur and

schemes

And I have not been forthcoming lol Everyone kind of disappeared all at the same time so I kind of stopped talking about what I'm doing but I have been biding my time, quietly putting mechanisms into motion and plotting and occasionally cackling over my cauldron.

I finished the first draft of Blue like don't forget about me and didn't like it so I cut out all the sci-fi fantasy stuff (bye bye aliens farewell superpowers) and in November wrote a new first draft that's all contemporary romance babeee and I'm so in love with it I'm turning it into a little 3-part (possibly 4 if I can't control myself) series.

The original childhood years have been split off into a prequel novella called Red like my bleeding heart in your hand. Then Blue like don't forget about me will take place 20 years later. Nash works at Cherished Hope Nursing Home

“And what is it you do? At the nursing home, I mean.” I wipe shit off of old people. And Teddy’s a hockey player. What’s Luke, an underwear model? He shouldn’t have come.

Teddy comes back to town for a funeral and

Teddy looks at him for the first time in twenty years and every ounce of warmth leaves his expression. Message received. He should not have come.

OKAY SO AND THEN the next book will be Jo's POV and is called Violet like these delights. and MAYBE there will be a 4th from Luke's POV bc he gets to live this time by the grace of god (me) but it'll depend on how Violet goes (its current state is mostly vibes and a single overarching theme so, stand by).

Red needs a clean-up round of edits to snip out the few little threads that connected it to OG blue. And rewritten blue is basically done. I've done the major revisions and am about to start line edits and after those are done I'm sending it out to beta readers (lmk if you're interested).

There are concise actual summaries in my pinned post btw lol

WHICH REMINDS ME

The series title is Wildflowers of Deliverance. Which I'm extremely proud of. Did you notice did you notice how each title incorporates a wildflower did you did you? and the town they grew up in where Nash and Teddy first met is called Deliverance!!! It's okay I know I'm a genius.

And this brings us to the meal okay? because like I said I've been Cooking™ quietly but steadily for a few months now. ANd what have I been cooking? PLOTS and PLANS

I've decided on a pen name: Sarah B. Elisa

I've created a(nother) side blog for it that will be exclusively centered on my og writing and geared more toward readers rather than writers like this blog is: @sarahbe-writing

I'm going to create a website (as soon as I convince myself to spend money)

and a newsletter (as soon as I convince myself to spend money and do work)

I'm still waffling between trad publishing and DIY. I really like all my hats and it would be a shame to have to share them but oh my god I don't want to do all the marketing but trad pub seems hit or miss on how well they market you so I might get half of my hats taken away and still have to do the marketing bullshit UGH

anyway

OH YEAH and the OG draft I wrote for Blue? I'm going to spin it back to its OG OG roots [parkner, naturally--Return of The childhood friends to estranged almost lovers to super-powered rivals to reluctant allies to friends to lovers finally wip!!! AKA: We Were Gods (we were kids)] and that will fix all the things that went wrong and I didn't like 😌 so it's basically like double Christmas I think

#i have been #a tad reluctant to use the tag list #since because I scrapped the whole plot and genre and started over #feels like a teensie bit of a betrayal? #so idk i think i need to make a post (way fucking shorter than this one) and tag everyone and see who still wants to be tagged in stuff? #or maybe im close enough to the finish line i shouldn't do tag list stuff anymore? I'm kind of wary of oversharing bc #i totally did before #and the word count is smaller now #and there aren't like Plot Twists #it's a romance we all know how this is gonna end #so idk that's mostly why i've been quiet like haha what should i say and to who? #But anyway this weekend I'm going to get my shit together and put up some posts and get the ball rolling again #share some excerpts #get people excited #put out a call for beta and sensitivity readers #you know. work lol #also i missed you and i'm glad you're back <3333 #my notes were sooooo quiet lol #and i don't just mean on my writing stuff i love seeing all of your tags in my activity like Yay that's my friend!! And they're yellin!!! #we love to see it <3 #anyway #:)

[thegeminisage]

tng update time and oooooh am i ever mad about it. tonight we watched "hero worship" and "violations."

hero worship: i wanted to like this episode. but, firstly, it's just yet more evidence why children should not be on starships. this has been bothering me the entire time i've watched this fucking show. i hope there aren't any kids on voyager or whatever because this is literally fucking killing me

secondly, i felt really weird about everyone just...going along with this kid's idea that he was an android. i feel like there's a way to be lenient of his trauma without reinforcing the delusion or whatever sorry ik that's not how you're supposed to say it. it just didn't seem like solid therapeutical practice is all. i will admit there was also some secondhand embarrassment watching this kid's impersonation of data but i think it COULD have been cute (which seems to be what they were going for) with a better execution

i DEFINITELY think data's interactions with him should have been supervised too, not because i don't love and trust data wholly but because he has this way of missing certain emotional cues. and while that isn't a problem in day-to-day life, like, that's just the way he is and i resent anyone who would make him feel like it's a bad way to be/there's something wrong with him because he is PERFECT the way he is!!! for someone who is so vulnerable i think that data could accidentally do harm where it isn't intended (almost did a couple of times!), and data wouldn't be happy about that either because of course it would never be his intention. like i LOVE episodes where we just throw data into the deep end and let him figure it out, i love watching him go, but this is a child whose entire family/ship just DIED HORRIBLY who thinks he is responsible for the event. im not saying dont let data be his buddy data deserves so many buddies im just saying give data some INSTRUCTIONS at least. for both their sakes

anyway it was mid at best. it had a few good moments but ultimately not enough to salvage it for me

violations:

okay wait hold on i feel like i need to start a brand new text block for violations. you're only allowed 4000 characters per paragraph and i have stuff to say. i have Things To Get Off My Chest. please picture steam pouring from my fucking ears right now

actually forget the bullet list i don't need a bullet list this is not a normal liveblog Post. do you know every day i see threads on r*ddit and sometimes even tags here on tunglr dot edu about how people don't like tos because it's sexist. thats all well and fine and good. tos IS sexist. ARE WE SAYING TNG IS BETTER?????

tasha yar and the rape gangs. the naked time: 2! where both women got turned into insatiable sex object. deanna's impromptu and nonconsensual pregnancy. tasha's impregnantion by rape and her death at the hands of her rapist. that time they filmed deanna's feet. beverly crusher for all of season 1 having absolutely no personality outside of being a mother. lwaxana troi getting gang raped by ferengi for laughs. genuinely uhura on tos in the fucking 1960s got treated better than deanna troi on tng in the 1990s. yes tos has extremely bad moments sexism wise. JUSTICE for janice fucking rand. but truly how can you be as sexist against women when they aen't there. meanwhile, tng has women in every goddamn episode and all it takes is for one bad writer to

actually you know what is so funny. gene roddenberry and two women are credited with writing this episode. ALL of them are going to hell, gene roddenberry especially. i hate hate hate HATE his rape fetish. justice for janice rand AND tasha yar AND DEANNA TROI!

the thing about this episode is, it could have been good. there were good parts about it. for example: worf's joke about being probed. they knew what they were doing and it was hilarious. deanna getting to talk about her overbearing mother. riker's little speech to deanna when she was in the coma with literal tears in his eyes and this is a WHOLE separate rant but

my problem with tng is that you don't see them care about each other. we're TOLD that they care about each other. they SAY, "oh, x is worried about [character who's in danger this week]." but we almost never SEE them act it out. every once in awhile riker gets weirdly protective of picard, and worf seems kind of protective of everyone which i like, and picard also does a good righteous rage on behalf of others, but i don't usually get to SEE it. like when wesley goes missing or whatever he and his mom don't always immediately rush into each others arms on their reunion. when deanna passes out you don't always see riker abandon what he's doing and rush to her side. nobody asks "are you okay?" with genuine concern. and even when we DO get for example geordi driving himself crazy wondering what went wrong over data's fake death we don't get any follow-through - there's no reunion between geordi and data at the end the way there would be for kirk and spock.

BUT RIKER AT THE HOSPITAL BED. ohhh i was eating. it was so good. he wasn't even saying anything of merit but just the SIGHT of her passed out like that had him almost in tears. riker, who is the epitome of good humor and dealing with space horrors with laughter. IN TEARS. it was so good. a true show instead of tell moment. and in THIS fucking episode

my issue is: they had three on screen rape scenes. the first rape scene was extremely long. like they couldn't show anything explicit because this is 90s tv but it was VERY VERY LONG so it hardly seems to matter. and THAT was bad enough. but then they made us watch it AGAIN when he planted his dad's face in the memory and A THIRD TIME when he was like "ugh she's being so sweet to me even though i raped her i can't NOT rape her again." like at least that time she was able to hit him and get away but it feels like a hollow victory when he's already gotten away with it TWICE, AND!!! when worf had to come in and save her anyway at the end.

it was doubly horrible that he got away with the crime SO WELL that nobody suspected him - like, picard is out here asking deanna to let him into her mind a second time and she GOT RAPED. A SECOND TIME. deanna is like oh yeah you can come in! and it could have been a compelling mystery and plot twist to be like OH IT'S THE DAD but really it's the son except we SAW HIM DO IT the first time. there wasn't even any mystery to solve or anyone to suspect, he wasn't misdirecting US, we just got to watch him successfully misdirect this poor stupid naive trusting WOMAN

also, the thing about deanna's attack being a rape scene while riker's was someone dying under his command and beverly's was IDing her husband's dead body is that for riker and bev these are REAL THINGS THAT HAPPENED TO THEM. deanna never got raped by riker. like, he wouldn't do that and they wouldn't still be as close and comfortable with one another if he had. (i am mad on his behalf TWICE now that they left it open whether or not he committed that particular crime when every other piece of evidence says he wouldn't. the guy is not a closet serial rapist and leaving the endings open to be edgy is extremely poor form.) like, they literally JUST made deanna's attack a rape scene to sexualize her and feed roddenberry's fetish and HE'S DEAD. HE WAS DEAD WHEN THIS AIRED. HE CAN'T JERK OFF TO IT ANYMORE

they didn't even explain why that guy kept leaving people in comas. deanna i get because he was stalking her and wanted to fuck her but why riker? why beverly? that made it MORE suspicious. why all those other people on the other planets? was he raping every single one of them? how did he plan to keep going after he'd framed his dad for his crimes?

and it COULD HAVE BEEN GOOD. beverly's thing with IDing her husband's body was fun and terrifying. deanna could have gotten a memory that spoke to character development instead of being sexualized like this. in fact i think it was lowkey a pussy move not to deal with any of riker's close encounters because of the two of them riker is the one who has actually been raped! "someone died under my command" is generic and lame. but the way the telepathy worked was cool, the plot twist could have been cool, you could have felt real betrayal from liking this dude if he hadn't been all evil smiles from the beginning. and they dropped the ball SO HARD. and i could forgive them for doing that! i have given tng so many benefits of the doubt! BUT THREE RAPE SCENES IN 45 MINUTES?

the worst part is, there was no emotional resolution. they had that guy say the word rape out loud and then the credits rolled. deanna and riker didn't speak one word to each other. she was never like, i know you didn't actually rape me like that's not what happened. no one was like, beverly go have a hot drink and call your son. there's NO EMOTIONAL FOLLOWTHROUGH ON THIS SHOW. tos was guilty of that sometimes too but this level of it is fucking unreal

tng enjoyers im sorry for my meanie posts earlier. love who you love etc etc. i'm just. baffled. HOW IS THIS BETTER THAN TOS. at least what happened to janice rand (and uhura one time) was over quickly and didn't replay three FUCKING times!!! "tos is too/more sexist" I AM TURNING MY BRAIN INSIDE OUT TO TRY AND UNDERSTAND THIS FUCKING STATEMENT

#truly put the women back on the top shelf until you can treat them like they deserve. back to the boys club im begging you #sorry. i'm done now #personal #star trek blogging #tng lb #rape tw #uhhhh normally i say what we're watching tomorrow but i forgot already. and also idc <3 #justice for deanna fucking troi.

[ultramori]

What is RTOF?

Ah yes.

Tbh I've been kind of holding off on telling ppl bc I was planning on writing it into a proper fanfiction but tbh I think that idea is far behind me now so I'll just tell you. Huddle around, children! Warning, Basil attacks Sunny multiple times throughout.

RTOF is short for Red Thread Of Fate. In the AU (almost) every person is born with a "thread" that connects them to one other person. These threads aren't physical, but you can see them when you're with your significant or insignificant other. Basically there are two versions of the threads that the universe has accepted; soulmate threads that guide you to your future lover, or enemy threads that guide you to the person you hate the most. Of course the threads don't dictate everything, one could still hate their soulmate or love their enemy. So in the AU, Hero and Mari share a soulmate thread, Aubrey and Kel share an enemy thread, and Basil and Sunny share a thread. What kind of thread you may ask? It's complicated between them because Basil has a crush on Sunny and Sunny doesn't reciprocate said feelings. But Basil is too shy to confess to Sunny and Sunny is to awkward to hang out with him at all so they just never really decide on whether the thread is a good thing or bad thing. Over time they both get obsessed with their ideas, Basil getting more and more in love with Sunny and Sunny getting more and more fed up with his bullshit, that they both fully believe that their opinion on what the thread means is the right one.

Basil eventually realizes that Sunny is becoming a little more distant each day and panics because he feels like Sunny doesn't love him anymore. Basil starts getting tormented with awful nightmares and he starts feeling wary of Hero and Mari. One night Basil freaks the fuck out because all he wants is Sunny to comfort him when he's pulling their relationship apart. Basil gets up and decides he wants to talk with Sunny that night, and goes over to his house in the middle of the night with garden shears just in case a dog tries to attack him or something. Bad choice. When he comes in, Sunny catches him, panics because it looks like Basil broke into his house to harm him, Basil instinctively lies and tells Sunny he was looking for his missing camera — which Sunny was using as a temporary flashlight — and they start fighting over it. During their battle Basil accidentally admits the fact that he's fed up with Sunny not loving him back and Sunny thinks badly of him for it. After some more fistfighting, Basil winds up to stab Sunny with his shears as a defense mechanism, and Sunny quickly takes a photo of him doing so. Sunny threatens to tell their friends that Basil tried to kill him with the photo as evidence and Basil has no choice but to back away in defeat.

The next morning everyone spends some time at Mari and Hero's new house! They eat breakfast, chat together, and it's even pleasant for Sunny because Basil decided not to show up! Hooray, I guess? But then after a while Basil does eventually come, and Sunny is not happy about it. Sunny tries to deliberately avoid Basil, and the latter realizes this. Basil tries to get near Sunny one too many times and Sunny starts shouting at him to go away. Basil tries to play dumb, but he knows exactly why Sunny is acting like this, it couldn't be more obvious. They get into a small argument, Basil threatens Sunny's life on accident again, Aubrey overhears and calls over Hero and Mari, and the three of them ask Basil and Sunny what's wrong. Sunny decides this is the perfect time to show them the photo and so he does, much to Basil's dismay. Basil tries to explain the photo, but his brain is so caught up in the fact that Sunny, his supposed soulmate, just put him in a really bad spot. Mari and Hero were unsure of what they should do, and Aubrey decided that it was best if she kept an eye on Basil.

Later that day Kel comes to the house and hangs out with Sunny, completely oblivious as to what happened while he was gone. Aubrey has to explain it for him, and feels very..... Anxious about what Basil would do to Sunny if the latter didn't try to apologize. It didn't take a genius to figure that Basil's trust in Sunny would be shattered by now, and that would make more reason for Basil to potentially attack Sunny again. Everyone tries to cheer Sunny on to go have a non-violent talk with Basil like a normal person, and Kel decides to come with Sunny just in case shit hits the fan. When they reach Basil's room, he tries to get Kel to leave so that it's only him and Sunny. Kel only goes for a little bit to go talk with his brother, and promises Sunny he'll be right back. While Kel is gone, Basil locks the door with two locks and makes sure he doesn't come back. Huh, I wonder why he did that. Basil and Sunny try to make themselves look as innocent as possible, and Sunny calls Basil out and accuses him of threatening his life multiple times entirely on purpose with an entire thought process behind it. Basil tries to make Sunny understand, but it doesn't work. Sunny hates him and he makes sure he knows. Basil tries to get over his prior accidents, but old habits die hard and he's once again fighting with Sunny.

Kel hears this and quickly grabs the key for the room, but he doesn't have the other one, so he runs downstairs to ask if Mari has the other one. Meanwhile, Sunny punches Basil in the gut so hard that Basil is immediately put into "he's trying to kill me so I gotta kill him first" mode. Basil grabs a clay pot of tansies off of the nearby shelf and smashes it over Sunny's head, making him black out instantly. Kel and Hero bust their way into Basil's room, but it's already too late. Kel flips out, thinking that all of this is his fault, and Hero nearly faints at the sight of a potentially dead Sunny. Everyone else comes and Mari calls an ambulance immediately, while Aubrey drags Basil out of there as fast as possible.

When the ambulance arrives, Mari, Hero, and Kel hop aboard with Sunny. Sunny almost wakes up but then slips back into his coma. Aubrey brought Basil to his house with Polly, and they both reassure him that he isn't completely at fault. Basil 100% wouldn't have done that if he was thinking straight, but everything, the threads, Sunny's judgment, the years of wanting to be with Sunny blurring into some far off dream, got to him and he panicked. It took Sunny a really long time to fully heal, but his friends made sure to visit him frequently. Especially Kel. Kel felt very, VERY bad about that day, solely because he made the mistake of leaving Sunny alone. He wants to forgive Basil for what he did, too, but seeing Sunny in a constant coma really hurt his heart.

Basil one day visited Sunny with the full intention of apologizing for being such a fucking idiot (his words, not mine). But, when Sunny wakes up, he's already forgiven the Basil from his dreams. Sunny just accepts that Basil probably did something he didn't want to, and it took a lot to get past his resentment towards him. And the rest is history! Kind of. Idk I didn't plan that far ahead. Yeah, I know, pretty basic story, but hey! It's the best I can do! Thanks to whoever read all this shit.

#rtof au #long post #anon ask #omori au

[kitcat992]

I noticed your post on "Tony." Interesting to consider since my preferred take is that Peter calls him "Mr. Stark" forever, lol.

But I thought your character development and insight for this scenario was fascinating. Do you usually prefer that change from "Mr. Stark" to "Tony" as a writer/reader? I'm curious now 🤩

This is a great question! So, Imma preface my answer but saying I love Irondad, and I appreciate all authors and their creative take on Irondad, and there's no wrong answer to how you go about writing your version of Irondad.

That being said...

I hate Peter calling Tony by his first name. 😅 As like, the standard. As in - he calls Tony by his first name all the time and nothing but that. I rarely read a fic where Peter's constantly addressing him as Tony. It just doesn't feel like Irondad to me. 🤷 And that's a personal take, so if you write that or like that, don't take offense. I'm just talking about me, myself, and I here.

Getting Peter to that point in the story was a huge moment because it addresses their relationship's growth, and how Peter IS *able* to call Tony by his first name. It's wrapping up a narrative thread I started way back in Chapter 9 of Identity Theft, as the Narrative Discourse post went on to talk about. But literally a few lines later he's right back to Mr. Stark 😆

Identity Crisis: Chapter 31 │In a Quiet Lagoon, Devils Dwell

“You going to freak out if I call you Tony?” he asked, a little more volume to his voice, with a tug at his lips adding a smile to the touch.

Tony arched an eyebrow, slightly, before warming up to the same smile.

“You get a one time pass,” Tony said, removing his hand from the gravestone to point a finger in the air. “Use it wisely.”

Though Peter hesitated, it didn’t stem from Tony’s false indignance. His smile grew wider at the edges, every pull of his muscles as sincere as the words that followed.

“Thanks, Tony,” Peter said.

Tony smiled back, patting him firmly on the shoulder. “You’re welcome, Mr. Parker.”

The wind blew by, rustling at the trees from above and shaking the branches along the way, dropping leaves in a scattered pattern to the ground below. At the same time, Tony unclenched his grasp on Peter, going to use his shoulder as a foothold when standing up.

“Now come on,” Tony gestured for him to stand as well, happily taking Peter’s arm when the kid offered it for support. He bones were too stiff for sitting that long, let alone in a pretzeled position. “Szechuan Bean Curd wasn’t a suggestion — Pepper’s craving it, and I’ve gotta do my due diligence in keeping the woman happy.”

Peter let out a chuckle as they began their way back to the parked Audi, its bright orange impossible to miss even in the middle of the night.

“I dunno, Mr. Stark,” Peter started to say, wiping the mud off the back of his jeans as they walked side-by-side down the cemetery path. “She didn’t sound too happy about the whole wedding thing.”

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There'll be a few more times in the future where Peter addresses Tony by his first name, but the moments are reserved for shits-about-to-hit-the-fan or just somber moments in general. I don't have access to my outline at the moment but if I remember correctly, it's less than 3 times in total in the final installment where it happens. Otherwise, he sticks to Mr. Stark.

At this point in my universe, it's more of a nickname than anything else. It's no longer that Peter isn't comfortable calling Tony by his first name. They've officially grown past that, as the narrative thread explains, and how the narrative thread has been concluded. Addressing him as Tony was the big step into starting a new stage of their relationship, and I was very thrilled to reach that point. I ENJOYED writing that "Thanks, Tony," line. It made me smile ear-to-ear. It's a huge step in the character growth for Peter.

But the nickname Mr. Stark stays -- because to me, that's a big part of Irondad. Mr. Stark is like Underoo's/Spiderling/Pete/and most of all..."kid." It's the name that makes them who they are.

#irondad #peter parker #tony stark #fanfic discourse #fanfiction #peter parker & tony stark #irondad & spiderson

[nohalosinhell-archive]

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When I first came up with Delphine, she was just a name. I figured all Goetia over a certain age were supposed to have an heir and I figured "I need to come up with a name in case it comes up in an ask."

She served as a way to add some depth to Andrealphus before we knew anything about him and a way to differentiate him from Stolas. (Stolas seems to be a loving, if not misguided, father who puts Via before duty. I write Andrealphus as duty first, family second... but he'll summon every portrait in his castle and gush about his daughter's accomplishments if someone gives him the opportunity.)

When some people started asking about her and I started developing her, I saw her in the same way I see Moxxie's mom. Andrealphus must have a kid. We just don't know its name or anything about it. So this is my interpretation. The same way we don't know what Moxxie's mother's name is, or anything about her really, but she exist(ed) and lots of writers enjoy making a character out of her.

A few weeks ago, someone brought to my attention that I was wrong. At least. I think most people would agree I was wrong.

She's more of a fankid than anything.

I know I sound deeply stupid for not thinking of her that way until it was pointed out to me but. Yeah. I guess I always saw fankids as canon character x canon character = fanon child rather than... child who most likely exists in canon we just haven't met them yet.

Now, I'm not at all upset with the person who brought that to my attention, and I don't dislike the concept of fankids. I love to see what people come up with when they take two muses they've put their hearts and souls into and combine them to make a new character.

However.

.... Seeing Delphine this way has made me lose a lot of interest in writing her.

Maybe it's because fankids have a negative stigma around them, maybe it's because I've had my own bad experiences, maybe I just feel stupid for not realizing that's what she was.

Maybe I'm on 16 different medications and I've lost my filter and I need to shut up.

Maybe I'm just really hurt that the person who took so much interest in her and encouraged me to make her into a character up and left like two hours before the event we had plotted was going to start.

And now I'm rambling. This is a thought I've had floating around in my head foe a few days and I figured typing things out usually helps.

Anyway, I really do appreciate everyone who took interest in her, asked about her, brought her up in threads with Andrealphus. Getting to write Andrealphus jump from arrogant and manipulative to 'Why yes, I do have a daughter! Would you like to see a picture? (you have no choice I have already summoned six of them and if you try to walk away I will freeze your feet to the ground) never failed to make me smile.

This is no one's fault. No one said anything mean or hateful. I'm just watching the dash and seeing events I could throw her into, and I just... don't feel like I should anymore.

Thanks for reading and for putting up with me~

#Axel says: #ask to tag

[synthezcid]

You know what's such a fascinating notion? The whole idea of being like. Done with a character. Not out of boredom or disinterest but like 'I told my story I exhausted every ounce of creativity and I'm done and I'm content' and you still love that character and could talk for hours about them but you're also like. Free to put it aside, if that makes sense.

#;ooc tag #Wrong blog but this is absolutely how I feel about my Eobard like #Don't get me wrong I love writing him but every new thread now feels like Bonus Rounds #Like. Idk I wrote him so much and so extensively that he had a whole arc with a beginning middle and end #And what me N my writing partners did and the story we wove #And if his blog disappeared overnight I'd be like. Okay about it you know? Because his story has been told #Idk! Finality has been a recurring thought in my head lately #Especially with my future plans inching ever closer there is this overall sense of like #Moving on in a way? #Like I have future plans I want to pursue and I am absolutely going to focus solely on that when time comes #And I can't help but think my feelings with Eobard is like a prelude to my feelings with the site as a whole #Which is a long winded way of saying I ain't planning on being around in two years time if all goes well lmao #At least in terms of like. Role-playing. I might make a personal blog to dump my shitposts in lmao #But yeah idk it's like five am I always get introspective then

[cat3ch1sm]

🌵| @gretavanheatabove bro i deleted ur motherfucking ask by accident-- kill me😐😐 but here's ur messy kurapika x reader friends 2 lovers! short(ish) and sweet<33 i will never get tired of writing for this man fr

"Kurapika, what's wrong?"

You and the man in question were sitting inside his apartment, doing one of your mutual favorite hobbies- sewing. A few months back, you and Kurapika had decided to take up a new activity together, and you had recently begun work on a large quilt that was going to depict DaVinci's famous painting "Starry Night." You two had been having a lot of fun making it despite being new at sewing and making lots of mistakes along the way. But in the two hours since you'd gone to Kurapika's house after your date, gushing about how lovely the garden you had gone to had been, Kurapika had barely stitched two threads, sitting on the couch beside you with his side of the unfinished quilt lying limply in his lap. You'd figured maybe he'd cheer up eventually, but to the contrary, Kurapika still sat there with an aloof expression on his face.

"Nothing's wrong, Y/N," Kurapika replied in a monotone voice for the tenth time. "Don't worry about it."

"That's the millionth time you've said that, Kurapika- I'm not accepting that answer anymore," you insisted, pushing your needle back into the tiny red pincushion on your lap. "You've been like this ever since I showed up- I'm starting to wonder if you'd rather me just leave."

Abruptly, Kurapika lifted his head up, making startlingly direct eye contact with you. "No- it's not you. I promise."

"Then what is it?" you pressed, giving Kurapika a look that plainly said you didn't intend to drop the subject until you got the answer you wanted. "You know, this wouldn't be the first time your mood is so sour. You're always like this lately, especially after I come back from a date or something-- I have to spend the whole day with you before you're as cheerful as you usually are."

Kurapika dropped his gaze at the word date, fidgeting with his sewing needles. Appalled, you kept staring at him- until you realized what exactly you'd just said.

Especially after I come back from a date or something...

Kurapika still didn't look up when you turned away slowly, your own eyes lowering as it dawned on you- the reason Kurapika had been so irritated lately. Your hands fell to your knees and you exhaled suddenly, blinking a few times in shock before facing Kurapika again, expression one of questioning realization. Sensing your eyes on him, the blonde-haired man looked up at you again, his own expression stoic yet one of conviction.

"Kurapika..." you began carefully, eyes shifting away from him once more. "Are you... jealous of my boyfriend?"

There was a long, silent pause before Kurapika answered, leaning forward and propping his chin up on his fist and staring straight ahead. "Look, Y/N..." he sighed, shutting his gray eyes for a brief moment before opening them and turning back towards you with a meaningful but frustrated expression. It surprised you; you didn't know what he would be frustrated about.

"I... I can't keep doing this."

You let out a sigh of your own and dropped your head to the side. "Doing what?" Your tone was exhausted and confused. You wanted answers- but not such obscure answers like the ones Kurapika was so infamous for giving. "I'm not understanding."

Now he outright groaned, and your eyes widened. "It's just so... maddening. Every time you come to see me, talking about your dates, I just get so angry. I don't feel like he deserves you. You need someone who's more. More than just sweet little nothings and occasional texts."

Your lips parted in surprise, your attention fully on him now. Was he really saying this? "Kurapika, what-"

"When you first started dating him, I became angry at myself. Angry at my cowardice, angry at my inability to tell you how I felt for so long." Kurapika's eyes were narrowed now, his jaw clenched as he relived those feelings he'd harbored for such a long time. "And whenever I see him- see him kiss you outside my window before he leaves, I want to kill him. And I hate myself for it, and I know it's wrong, but I want to kill him."

You opened your mouth to say something, but closed it, completely stunned. Overwhelmed, you dropped your head into your hands and pressed your fingers to your temples, taking a deep breath before turning your head in your hands to look at Kurapika again, whose eyes felt like they were burning into your own. "Kurapika, please..."

"He isn't doing it right," Kurapika suddenly said, deep eyes turbulent as he turned to you.

"Doing what right?" you asked, exasperated, sitting up and facing him as well.

"He isn't kissing you right. He isn't kissing you like you need to be kissed, Y/N."

"And how do you think I need to be kissed, Kurapika?"

"Like this."

Kurapika suddenly leaned in towards you, wrapping an arm around your lower back and pulling you in by the waist. Then, forcing your lips to meet, he gripped your neck and kissed you, gently, his lips merging with yours, and without thinking, your eyes fluttered shut and your body relaxed into his kiss. It already felt natural, and caught up in the moment, your hand slid up to his cheek and cupped the side of his face. As if you two had done this before, Kurapika's tongue effortlessly slid past your lips as you emitted a quiet whimper into his mouth, making him smile against your lips before pulling away a few seconds later.

Dazed, your cheeks began to heat up, and flustered, you stared awkwardly at your knees, tapping your foot up and down.

Kurapika seemed to be aware of the effect he had on you, and when you mustered the gall to look back up, he had a slight uncharacteristic smirk resting on his lips.

"Kurapika, don't do that," you groaned, dropping your eyes again and squeezing them shut. He chuckled warmly with a smile, his hand still around your waist.

"Oh, Y/N... but wasn't that much better than what your boyfriend ever gave you?" Kurapika queried slyly, cocking his head at you questioningly.

You stayed quiet for a little while, thinking, the ghost of Kurapika's lips still on yours.

"Is it bad if I want to kiss you again?"

Now it was Kurapika's turn to look surprised before his face faded into a mix of amusement and relief. "Not any worse than me wanting to kiss you again."

Smiling, you leaned back into Kurapika, your lips meeting in a sweet kiss once more.

#kurapika kurta x reader #kurapika smut #kurapika x reader #kurapika x you #kurapika x reader smut #kurapika #kurapika kurta x you

[ordinaryschmuck]

What I Thought About "Knock Knock Knockin' on Hooty's Door" from The Owl House

Wow. They are really pushing it for that secret message, huh?

Anywho--Salutations, random people on the internet who certainly won’t read this! I am an Ordinary Schmuck. I write stories and reviews and draw comics and cartoons!

I think it goes without saying at this point that Season Two of The Owl House is setting itself up as a season without filler. Now, filler episodes aren't always bad. Yes, it hurts when a series turns away from the main plot for a week. But at best, they're utilized as a chance for the writers to play around with the characters and developing said characters without it relating to the overarching story. So, some people who see that consider it a bad thing that a series doesn't have that many filler episodes.

I like to call those people: F**king morons.

Don't get me wrong, I see where some of you are coming from. And I'd be willing to agree...if The Owl House was a plot-driven series. Which it's not. It is a character-driven series. Because for every plot thread and narrative that the show presents, they always relate to the characters and develop them further each time these threads get brought up. For example, look at "Knock Knock Knockin’ on Hooty's Door" (It pains me just to write that). Several narratives move forward, and it’s all done to make the characters grow. And to explain how requires going into spoilers. So keep that in mind as you continue reading.

Now, let's review, shall we?

WHAT I LIKED

Hooty: Might as well start with the character that this episode is about.

To tell you the truth, I wasn't a huge fan when I found out we're getting a Hooty-centered episode. I've grown to love him over time, but he is a comedic character that's best used in small doses. Primarily due to how his voice is grating to me (My ears are still bleeding...). With that said, I do really love his contributions in "Knock Knock Knockin' on Hooty's Door" (Seriously, there couldn't have been a less awkward title?). Hooty's antics when trying to help everyone are as hilarious as they are heartwarming. He deeply cares for his friends but just doesn't understand how his plans could do some unintended harm, which is pretty lovable if you ask me. We also get some surprisingly great insight into his character, as he feels insecure about basically being the comic relief who doesn't really do that much other than being funny. Rarely do you get that level of dimension from a comedic character, and it's even more uncommon for that to work out as well as it does here. It once again proves just how competent the writing is in this series to the point where we get an episode about Hooty, and it's funny and heartwarming instead of being annoying. And whoever is responsible for that, you're the best.

Lilith’s Letter to Hooty: I mean it when I say that I love how Lilith kept her word about her and Hooty becoming penpals. Their friendship was something I would have never expected to love, and I'm still shocked that it works so well, so seeing it continue like this just warms me to the bone. Plus, it is pretty sweet that Lilith's kind words are what inspired Hooty to do what he's done in this episode...meaning it's Lilith we should thank here--SON OF A WITCH! Even when she's gone, she's still working her way into my heart!

King going through Puberty: What?! KING IS EVOLVING!

(There, I made a Pokemon reference. Do I get my cookie now?)

Eda Keeping Herself Awake to Train Herself: I'm willing to bet a large sum of money that this has everything to with Raine getting captured last week. If Eda was still the most powerful witch in the Isles, she might have actually saved them. But she isn't, and now the love of her life is in the clutches of a tyrant planning something that could potentially be the end of everything. So I can understand Eda pushing herself to her limit to get back on top again, as I would probably do the same. It's not healthy in any way, and Eda would be doing more harm than good. But when it comes to the people you love, logic doesn't always win out in the end.

Luz Wanting to Make her Way into Amity’s Heart by Making the Echo Mouse Happy: ...That's it. I Just...I just love everything about it, ok?

This was also when I knew that I was wrong to doubt that there would be zero Lumity in this episode. I realize my follies now, and I humbly apologize.

Hooty Teaching King About Demons: This was so funny. So, so funny. Probably doesn't come as a surprise, especially since The Owl House proves itself as a comedy before, but the jokes have never hit as frequently and as hard as they did here. From Hooty getting offended by King's dance to him and Dana's insert wanting a "DNA sample," everything managed to successfully make me lose my s**t. It does come at the expense of King suffering, but I can stomach that much more than if it were Eda or Luz. And, as a bonus, we get lore about how demons work, added with another great joke of King getting in trouble with Hooty for saying he already knows this stuff. Humor isn't always the show's strong suit, but when it works, it f**king works.

King Wanting to Know What he Is: But despite how funny King's vignette was, we still get to see more of his character grow. We learn that he's frustrated now that there's this big question mark over his life now, feeling extra angry that his father "abandoned" him to leave such a present mystery. It shows the hidden resentment he has that Lilith inadvertently brought out, made even worse when King's father hasn't responded to the video yet. King hasn't really gotten that much development until "Echoes of the Past," so it's pretty cool that the writers haven't really slowed down on it. Especially when it leads to these great moments of King venting his frustrations.

King’s Shouting Powers: KING learned FUS RO DAH!

(And now that's a Pokemon reference AND a Skyrim reference. WHERE'S MY GOSH DANG COOKIE!?)

Eda’s Nightmare: If King's vignette hits you hard with the laughs, Eda's will absolutely hit you harder with the feels (never make me say "feels" unironically again). Knowing that Eda's life got thoroughly screwed over by the curse is something we could figure out on her own. But seeing just how much the curse ruined her life and tore apart relationships that mean the world to her really does a swell job at ripping apart the soul. What's even more tragic is, technically speaking, it's all sort of Eda's fault too. She kept hiding the curse, refusing to be a burden to others who would do all they could to help. If she had only been open and honest, things probably wouldn't have changed much, but they most likely would have been better than they are now.

Eda Attacked her Father as the Owl Beast: ...I don't know what I was expecting when "Keeping Up A-Fear-Ances" hinted that there was some possible tension between Eda and her father...but it definitely wasn't this.

The fact that we see blood where his eye used to be doesn't make things any happier, either.

Raine Broke Up with Eda: Before we get into anything else, let's celebrate the fact that it's now confirmed that Eda and Raine really did use to date in the past. Because this show is just f**king phenomenal with its LGBTQA+ representation!

But, seriously, this is a fantastic reveal that goes far beyond just shipping...well, sort of. It shines a new light on Eda and Raine's interactions from last week, revealing that while they're not a couple anymore, they still very much love each other. It helps make their last interaction especially tragic, as they were both on the same page now and could very well be together again. Only for them to be forced apart for the second time in a way that's much worse than the first. And I frickin' adore that this series changes the impact of one episode one week later. Again, it shows just how competent these writers are, and kudos to them for making something so...perfect.

The Moon Person: WHO THE FU--Nope. Nope! We have more than enough mystery bulls**t to deal with through CreepyLuz and Philip Wittebane, so I am PUTTING YOU ON THE BACKBURNER FOR NOW!

(They're probably nothing more than a one-off character, anyway)

The Owl Beast and Eda are Connected: Through visuals alone, we, the audience, can clue into what the curse really means. The Owl Beast doesn't want to be a part of Eda as much as she doesn't want it to be a part of her. Whether they like it or not, and they very much don't, they're stuck together. The thing is, and this is what I love the most, they still decide to make the best of their situation rather than let it ruin their lives even more. This might be the best possible turn Eda's curse could have made. It'll still affect her, and there are probably more negatives than positives, but at least now, it's not the worst thing in the world. And I feel like that's all anyone can ask when in a position like her own.

Eda's “Pretty Dream”: I don't know what emotions are toiling inside me more with this moment. Awe and wonder over how beautiful Eda's dream is, or heartbreak over the implication that she has only had nightmares since getting cursed...I'm gonna say both. Yeah, it's definitely both.

Eda’s Harpie Form: Well, fan artists are gonna have a field day with this...especially the freaks.

(You know who you are. And you're weird!)

Luz Calling Amity a “Cotton-Candy Haired Goddess”: ...Have I ever mentioned how much I love this show?

Hooty Kidnapped Amity: ...Hooty, if your stupidity wasn't charming, I would be more than willing to call the authorities over how you kidnapped a girl in your version of a knapsack and locked her in the basement. For that is going to ring SO MANY alarm bells in people's heads.

Amity and Luz Stuck in a Tunnel of Love: *Smacks lips* Mmm. The adorable awkwardness of this moment is just *chef's kiss* magnifique!

Luz being afraid of getting made fun of:

Amity’s look of hope: I mean...just...f**king--LOOK AT HER:

That is the look of a girl who, while embarrassed as hell, still is ecstatic to learn for a brief moment, everything that she is hoping for has a high chance of being real. Who, in their right mind, wouldn't go "Aw!" at something so pure and innocent?!

Luz Destroying the Tunnel of Love: This is how to effectively utilize dramatic irony. The audience can understand why Luz is tearing the place apart because she explicitly states that she's afraid of Amity rejecting her in the end. They also know that's bogus, thus making it extra painful to watch Amity's heart break more and more with each second (which is perfectly represented through Amity's expressions). You feel bad for both of them, and even worse when you know that it can easily be prevented by the simple art of communication. That's what makes it great dramatic irony. Knowing the point of view of each character results in a scene that evokes emotions in two different ways.

Hooty’s Breakdown: This was...genuinely hard to watch. Not that it was badly written, far from it. It just...hurt seeing how destroyed Hooty was when he realized he failed the people he has such an admiration for. On the upside, a wholesome moment follows soon after as the Owl House gang tries to reassure Hooty that he's done a lot of good that night. It's a pure action that shows even though Hooty gets on their nerves all the time, they still care about him...damn it. I think I'm gonna cry.

Eda’s Advice for Luz: ...Eda...You're the best.

You found out that your surrogate daughter wants to ask a girl out, and not only were you quick to deliver the best possible advice ("Just go for it!"), but you also quickly reassure her that it doesn't need to be perfect.

And you know what? That's it. Eda is the best cartoon mom! She might not technically be Luz's mom, but I don't give a s**t because she is the best!

Luz and Amity Ask Each Other Out: Shh-sh-sh-sh...

Do you hear that?

...

...

...It's the sound of dozens of Lumity fans collectively losing their s**t...and I'm one of them.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO!

IT!

IS!

CANON!

AH-HAHAHAHAHA!

HOLY S**T! Holy s**t! Holy s**t...might just be the best way I could possibly describe this! Finally, after all the waiting, speculating, and praying, THESE TWO IDIOTS FINALLY GOT TOGETHER! AND IT WAS PERFECT! I mean, it was awkward as s**t, but that's what makes it perfect! You know why? You wanna--Hey! *snaps fingers*. You want to know why? It's because they're teenagers. Of f**king course, it's going to be awkward! This is their first relationship, so there will be a lot of missteps along the way. And that, in itself, brings me to the best (second best part?) thing about it happening in episode eight of the new seasons. Most endgame couples get together in the climax or even at the end of the series. But to have them get together this early on, means there will be quite a few episodes dedicated to showing them grow as a couple.

And better than that--EVEN F**KING BETTER THAN THAT--dozens of kids are going to see these two, a realistic depiction of young love that just so happens to involve two girls, and are going to learn once and for all that there is nothing wrong with being who they are. That fact alone is f**king incredible. Yes, it sucks that season three got cut short, and we'll have even less time with Luz and Amity, but knowing how many kids have felt seen today almost makes it worth it in the end.

And if I see one mother f**ker saying this was poorly paced, I might just hunt them down for SPORT...Sorry if that was an overreaction. I'M JUST SO HAPPY! Because they're happy! Look at them. Listen to them! It's so...GAH-HAHAHA!

“They’re adorable! And deserve all the happiness!”: You're darn right, Hooty! You're darn right.

King’s Father(?) Shows Up: What the--WHAT?! They're doing this now?! Here?! After everything else?

Oh, man. What could this mean? What dynamic changes will this cause in the main cast? How could the writers fit this in during the next two episodes? And what--

Hooty Eats the Letter: ...Pfffft--HAHAHAHA!

Oh, man...I should be mad, and I wouldn't blame others if they are...but that is too much of a brilliant f**k you that I can't help but appreciate it. Bravo writers. Bravo.

WHAT I DISLIKED

...Dislikes? Dislikes? You would honestly believe that after everything I witnessed in this episode, that I would have the gull to list anything wrong with it?!

HOW DARE YOU ASSUME THAT I WOULD BE SO CALLUS TO--Actually, I do kind of have an issue with the episode's title. It's just too much of an awkward mouthful for me to get behind. I understand that the writers wanted to sneak the K into the secret message, but were there really no other titles starting with K that they couldn't come up with?

But that's just a personal issue, and in no way do I think anybody else would feel the same way. Especially with how well-written everything else is anyway.

IN CONCLUSION

"Knock Knock Knockin' on Hooty's Door" (title aside) is another A+ episode. It was hilarious, heart-wrenching, and downright adorable while keeping me entertained with every minute. I'm sure there are some issues I was willing to ignore due to how expertly written everything else was, but why bother looking for the chinks in the armor when I could just enjoy a perfect episode for being so...perfect! Some of you might be willing to disagree with me, but to that, I say: Don't knock it till you've tried it.

(Now, if you don't excuse me, I'm going to go lie down. It's...It's been a day.)

#the owl house #the owl house season 2 #the owl house reviews #the owl house spoilers #toh spoilers #toh hooty #king clawthorne #eda clawthorne #raeda #luz noceda #amity blight #lumity #lumity is canon #what i thought about

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Worth the burn | Hwang Hyunjin

Firebender! Hyunjin x Avatar! Reader

Letters burned the scroll in your hand, reassuring words etched on them, scorching their presences into it.

“The city is great, they greeted me with much fanfare, and I’ve been having fun with Hyunjin and the others, like old times.

I feel more like myself than ever. Don't worry about me, mom and dad, I'm fine. I feel like I'm truly, finally healing.”

A pang of guilt surged through you, but you shoved it away, ignoring its lingering presence. Sealing the envelope, you gave it to the man standing impatiently next to you.

“The fire nation, I’m assuming?” He sighed, Referring to all the past letters you have sent.

“Wouldn’t bet otherwise.”

You were healing, perhaps not the same way you had mentioned in all of your letters, filled with nothing but the pure lies, but you were searching for a way- a way to forget, forgive, and move past what was done to you.

Forgiveness never came easy to you. Everyone around you pestered you into accepting the situation that you may never be the same avatar you used to be. But they had no idea what you were going through; no one did- after all, you were the only avatar alive.

It was humiliating how every day, you got up to move only for your legs to fail you despite daily visits to the most skilled healers.

At one point, you had hope, you could feel your legs again, and day by day, you were getting better until eventually, you learned how to walk again, but it all crashed once you tried combating and could barely throw a punch without images flashing, looming shadows engulfing your vision, sending you straight back square one, flashbacks so strikingly vivid it made you quiver down in terror. You were so ashamed, felt so weak and... helpless. How the once-great avatar’s mind turned against her becoming her gravest nightmare.

But You’ve had enough of wallowing in self-pity. You left your parent’s home, leaving the fire nation to sail to republic city, the city where your nightmare was born, the city where your friends reside, in hopes of confronting your fears and healing. And that was truly your plan, but it went astray.

“The match starts in five minutes, move to the ring,” the announcer reminded you.

You pulled yourself out of your head, wrapping the bandages tighter on your hands. Getting ready for your next match. You can feel the ground shake. The roars of the people at the stands pump your blood.

Today’s opponent was a new one. Never heard of it before; fresh meat. New to the game, alas, putting you at a disadvantage as you knew nothing of them or their bending element. Hopefully, it's not another lava bender. Those injuries of that fight alone had another nightmare simmering in the process.

And although you've mastered all four elements, you choose to fight with the one you were naturally born with-fire.

You stood behind the metal door, secluding you from the ring, hands going up to position, feet grounded, breathing in, then out. It wasn’t your first match, but it always feels like it is, no matter how many times you tried to nerve up.

As soon as the bell sounded, the doors slid open you shot a belt of fire to where you knew your opponent stood. Hoping to catch them by surprise.

Your opponent, on the other hand, skillfully blocked your advances while remaining idle in his place, silky red hood up- the signature of the fire nation, hair covering his eyes, shadowes concealing most of his face.

“What's wrong pretty boy? Afraid to fight?” You baited. The crowd's yelling got louder. They loved it when opponents ridicule each other. You surged another blast of fire their way, but they, once again, blocked it as if they already knew your next move.

“Come on, you know you gotta use your hands to fight, right?”

Nothing.

“Here, let me help” you looped a hoop of fire around their hands - or at least tried to before they counterfeited the attack and sent you flying. Body slamming the jagged wall with a thack that pales compared to thunder. But you were used to it by now.

“Alright, now you want to play, pretty boy? "

Using the tiniest amount of airforce, you air bended your way to them faster than they could blink and attacked. But all you were met with was hands blocking your every move.

Their movements were so familiar to you, you obstructed all of their attacks just as well as they blocked yours. It was more of a dance than a fight at this point, every move mirroring the others.

There was only one person that knew you that well. and oh god, did you wish you were wrong about this.

The red streak you glimpsed on his cheek supported your thoughts even more. There was only one person you knew that had that scar. A harsh exhale - laced with a little bit of airbending- blew his hood off, revealing what you wished was not true.

The tiny breeze blew his dark locks out of his face. Giving you a glimpse of his face.

No.

No. No way.

You knew those dark locks. You've run your hands through them enough times to know how they feel even without touching them.

"Hello Y/N"

“Hyunjin...? what are u doing here?!” You knew someday you might run into one of the figures of your past. It was inevitable after all, but not this soon and definitely not him.

“Why, when I heard the avatars look-alike was fighting in underground battles of the lower rinks of basingse I just had to come and get a glimpse myself!” Mockery slid fluidly through his sly smile, “and would you look at that? You do look like her! If I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought it was you.”

He was furious, you could tell, even though he masked it with amusement in his voice. To the average eyes, it looked like nothing other than two old friends reconciling. But to you, you knew his blood was boiling by the crinkles of his eyes, the air so thick between you that even airbending it wouldn't help,

Hyunjin was your childhood best friend, and your firebending mentor's son.... and boyfriend. Well, technically, your ex-boyfriend now, seeing as you disappeared on him after the incident, didn't write any letters back for the past year letting him knew you were still breathing.

“Get out of here, I'm not going to fight you” you let your arms rest, blood running cold, fire distinguishing from you. Back turned, you head back outside the arena. You can faintly hear the crowds gasp in shock over the thoughts running in your head. Speaking of your head, it almost got completely scorched with a blast of fire sent your way had you not sensed it early enough and twisted on your hands to get out of its reach.

“Oh no, you don’t. You don’t get to run away. Not again ” He was heaving. He hadn’t moved a step, but he was seething. Another burst after burst was shot at you. “I waited a year y/n! " Oh, how you longed to hear him call your name for so long, but not when he was saying it out of resentment "a whole year just to hear something- anything from you! “

“Hyunjin- stop. I'm not going to fight yo-“

“I. spent. Two. Months. Searching. For .you” fire punctuating every word.

“ Hyunjin i-"

“I thought you were dead !” He punctuated with a blast. This one was charged with so much grievance that the fire was a searing blue. You were not as lucky as before at dodging it, mind catching on to the malice dripping from his voice. Had you not been burned, you would have noticed the tears welling up his eyes.

“Ah,” you hissed in pain.

“You never wrote me back!! But you wrote to Felix?!”

Felix was a mutual friend of yours. A non-bender that you’ve always been very fond of. A younger brother you never had.

“I didn’t know what to say!” You fired back this time, making it his turn to dodge, body ablaze with so much heat you felt it coming out of every limb.

“A simple ‘ hey I'm still alive, by the way, I want to break up with you’ would’ve done!”

“That's the avatar?” “ no way” “ they have a bounty for her head” the mob outside the arena started to murmur, but none of it registered with you.

“ i - I couldn't.....” your resolve faltered, arms dropping. Forgetting completely about the stupid match and the bystanders.

“But you could ghost me for A YEAR and three months?” He scoffed, “ not that I was counting or anything.” He added sneeringly.

“Ever thought I didn’t want to be found?” You snapped back. You had no right to at all. But it just... everything made you snap after the incident. Blame it on insomnia or the delusion or whatever, be it. It drove you crazy. Everything irked you, the sounds of footsteps, the numb feeling you would get in your legs sometimes, the breathing of the person standing next to you- everything aggravated you, you felt your resolve holding on to a thin thread.

Hyunjin, filled with so much fury, lashed on you once again. This time you blocked it, but it drove you roughly back into the unpolished wall. A rock that was jutted out of the wall struck you exactly where you were terribly injured in the attack that incapacitated you. A jolt of electricity crept through your body.

Pictures, more vivid than ever played before your eyes, legs feeling numb, horror swimming in your blood next to the burn of lighting that struck you. Body lying limp, you felt soft hands reach for your face.

“Y/N!” It was the same.

All the same.

You pushed Hyunjin out of shot, and it struck you midair.

The same face that found you after being utterly destroyed, peering over you, with terror and tears etched so deeply in his scarred face.

“ I'm sorry. I’m sorry,” he kept repeating like a mantra, hugging your figure closer, face resting in your neck.

“Please,” he sobbed, “ come back to me.”

Everything was foggy. Was it your eyes or the arena? You had no clue over the video looping in your head.

Lighting, as beautiful as it was, struck you so hard, slipping so gracefully out of your opponent’s fingers, dancing in your nerves, jolting your heart to a stop.

" I'm here." A soft voice pierced through the fog, glints of black and red becoming clearer the more the voice spoke. "I'm always here."

Hyunjin’s pained scream filled your ear” No, No, Chan- please do something! Heal her !”

“I can't lose you again, Y/N.”

Deep brown eyes broke through the fog, followed slowly by the rest of his figure. Hyunjin. That was hyunjin talking to you. The boy you were madly in love with. The boy that never gave up on you. Your eyes welled up seeing him so close- feeling him up so close again.

Fingers softly held your cheeks, your own clenching onto his silky red robe. He didn’t have to speak; his eyes spoke a thousand words. You hid from them in his neck.

"I didn't want you to see me like this," you mumbled into him, tears spilling.

His arms wrapped tighter around you, afraid you’d slip right through if he loosened an inch.

“Let’s go home.”

He didn't need to take you anywhere because right now, you felt more at home than ever.

#woah its been a hot minute since i last wrote #this has been sitting in my drafts for a while so i decided to let it get some air :) #stray kids #skz #straykids #stray kids imagine #skz fanfic #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin fic #Straykids avatar #skz imagines #skzinc #skz blurbs #skzwriters #straykids fanfic #hyunjin x reader #straykids x reader #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #hwang hyunjin #bang chan

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The Lost Letter for Love

(Fred Weasley x Reader)

Summary : 10 years of friendship through letters, and being a hopeless romantic didn’t help you realise your feelings for your best friend, until it might be too late.

Warnings : MUGGLE!AU slow-burn, angst, violence if you squint, best friends-to-lovers, a few cursing you probably won’t realise.

Feet shuffling against the living room carpet, you finally let your body slump on the sofa with a sigh. The sound of wrinkling leather waves through the empty corridor of your shared house. You ignored it, knowing that one of your housemates (who also happen to be your best friends) might come huffing into the room for continuously abusing furniture. With the same occasion happening countless number of times that week, you expected them to grow tired of your mood swings.

You reached for the nearest cushion beside you, digging your fingers onto the sides of the rough object, before stuffing your face into it; rage burning in your chest for a peculiar Weasley. You lift your face from the cushion furiously, running your hands through your hair.

"Is it that hard for that git to take time and write to me?" you cursed under your breath.

You heard a scoff before lifting your head and meeting eyes with your friend, Delilah. She was leaning against the archway of the living room. "Go on, explain yourself." she said, walking to the couch beside you -- leaving a gap, knowing you might blow off any minute if bothered. Before you could reply, she shakes her head. "And don't lie to me, you've been acting like a maniac, plotting a murder for a week now."

"She probably is, It's been 3 weeks since she last received a letter from her long-distance boyfriend. Of course she's gone mad." You needn't turn around, knowing it was your other roommate, Sara.

"Fred." you say gripping the sweat-stained pillow and throwing it at her. "Is my best friend," pausing before adding "Nothing more," then leaning against the couch.

You bit your lip in frustration, pulling off a few loose threads from the hem of your sleeves in anger, "Be patient, Y/N," Delilah says, patting your back. "He might be busy with his shop or dealing with.. well, whatever he might be doing," You rolled your eyes, seeing the now sitting Sara looking at you, sympathetically.

"Well, he can do whatever the hell he wants for all I care. No actually--I don't care, they're just letters." You stood up and stormed up to your room. Shutting the door with a click, you hear muffled voices of your two friends, one of them saying "Wasn't she enraged three minutes ago".

You feel your head spinning before pulling out a specific letter from a wooden box and leaning against the desk. The words that were inked on the paper still enliven the butterflies in your stomach, even after you've memorised them. It was the last letter you received from him before his gifts came to an abrupt stop. You felt like a 16 year old teenager feeling giddy over a crush. Your eyes widen -- reminding yourself "NO Y/N, he's just a friend!" Suddenly remembering you weren't supposed to be 'caring', you cringed to yourself before shoving the letter back in the box weighing a heavy heart.

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You let your body fall against the soft mattress with a squeal, staring up the ceiling whilst clutching the new envelope up to your chest. Without realising the rapid rate of your heartbeat, you impatiently tore open the envelope and unfolded its content.

Dearest Y/N,

I hope this letter finds you in the best of spirits.

I deeply apologise for this delayed reply as I have been quite busy with the joke shop here. Formalities aside, I'm going to be making a few business arrangements in your town. George thought I should go instead of him, and I definitely agree with him. I can't wait to see you, and expect me to ring your house phone tomorrow to discuss. Sadly, I'd have to make this letter short, pumpkin.

P.S bring along that beautiful smile of yours when we meet.

Yours lovingly,

Fred G. Weasley

A smile forms across your face as you read his words, your heart doing summersaults. Before you could trace his signature, you hear a knock on your bedroom door. Sighing, you opened the door, seeing an eyebrow raised Delilah and Sara. Seeing your friends just makes you want to squeeze them in a hug of joy. The smile on your lips didn't falter as you tried forming words "I-"

"We know, Y/N." Delilah interrupted. "We guessed the moment you turned all giddy when coming home. You even fell from the entrance stairs! What'd he say?" Sara asked, smirking. You stared at them, the red mark on your ankle feeling suddenly obvious.

"He said he's going to be dealing with a few business things here. I think he's coming in a few days." You say, your smile growing wider as the words escape your lips. Fred and you have met before. Only, it was twice or trice a year from a long-distance decade of friendship.

Your friendship with Fred was a rather complicated story that even to you, seems a little cliche of how it started with a single complication.

A letter,

The letter had somehow mistakenly ended up to your address, knowing that a 'Hermione Granger' doesn't exist in your household. Being the hopeless romantic you are, you thought it was some kind of love letter so you tore open the letter and read it. In the midst of the paragraph, you feel a pang of guilt as the letter has only to do with family matters. You cursed yourself, and felt sorry for the sender and immediately returned the letter to the signed name 'Fred Weasley' with an attached paper for explanation.

A few days after, you received a letter a letter from him, this time with your name as the addressee. Fred apolagised and offered his gratitude for returning his letter, as it was his mistake for writing the wrong address after all.. And that ladies and gents, was the story on how your friendship was formed.

Although the two of you had exchanged numbers on paper, you fancied the idea of continuing to use the old method with letters, as it was a reminder of how the two of you had gotten to know each other. Fred had always been open about his family and business to you. The both of you admitted that you weren't romantically involved with anyone, but decided to leave that topic 2 years ago. Surely, if he was in a relationship, he'd let you know anyway.

The more often you and Fred exchanged letters, the more you felt a tinge of excitement as he expresses his life and thoughts to you, hoping he'd feel the same. Sometimes, you'd spend endless nights rereading a few old letters of his which you cherished in a wooden box, paragraphs memorised.

Fred took you to meet his family on the third year of your friendship, even Hermione who was Fred's future sister-in-law back then was there. Molly Weasley had sent you presents for Christmas since then, which contained her self-made sweaters. You wondered how much Fred mentioned you to the Weasleys.

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Later that week, Fred gave you a call, arranging your meeting for an evening. As soon as you saw the red-head arrive on your front door, you smiled and embraced him in a friendly hug. Fred, who was towering over you, looked the same as he always did; charming, with freckles painted on the bridge of his nose, enough to sway any girl’s feet.

"How's my pumpkin doing?" he grins, with a raised brow. You feel your face heating from the sound of his low-pitched voice calling the nickname he gave you 4 years ago. "I'm doing fine, Freddie." you said, returning his grin. The two of you immediately caught yourselves in a conversation on the journey. Clueless as to where Fred was taking you.

"Are you trying to kidnap me?" you scoffed jokingly, after the fourth time you had asked Fred for the destination while he was continuously refusing. "Pumpkin, I would have ordered someone to bring you to my hotel if I was." he winked, glancing sideways at you, making your cheeks blow bright pink in the shadow of the night. "But then again, I won't be kidnapping if I don't do it myself".

Finally, the two of you arrived at a coffee shop, "Is this the 'surprise', Freddie?" you asked him, getting out of the car.

"Not exactly." he smiles. The smell of baked muffins hit your nostrils as you enter the shop. Fred led you to a seat while you silently followed him, he stopped at a corner table next to a huge window, a girl with long black hair was already occupied.

"Y/N, I'd like to introduce you to Grace, my girlfriend." Fred turns to you with a prideful grin plastered across his face. "Darling, this is my best friend, Y/N." You felt your heart stop. Following his gaze, your eyes landed on the girl appearing to be his girlfriend, smile up at you, showing her pearly white teeth. Quickly pushing your overfilled thoughts away, you shook her hand, the room suddenly became insufferable. You forced a smile as you hesitantly took the seat opposite to them.

"Since, you're my best friend and all, I thought the two of you should meet." Even though he sounded as if it was meant for you, he didn't spare you a single glance. "Yes, Y/N. Seeing how much you meant to him and all." Grace smiled slightly, "I mean.. as friends." Grace added pressing the word 'friends'. You could’ve sworn you saw a sly look in her icy blue eyes, but shook it off, trying your best to act natural, smiling back at her sweetly.

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Every time you glanced at Fred, you felt a stinging pain in your chest; maybe you were just feeling protective over him? But does that include wanting to have him all for yourself, as selfish as it is? It felt wrong with the idea of loving your best friend, but it felt right loving him.

Regretfully, you felt like an idiot for not recognizing your feelings sooner and denying them. The missed opportunities you could have experienced if you had just revealed your true feelings to him whether it was on paper, on phone or even in person. Were you just scared of ruining your friendship?

Sara and Delilah noticed your change in behaviour when Fred’s name pops up in random conversations, until one night you burst into tears and poured your bottled-up feelings onto them. It didn't help matters when you and Fred met, the blue-eyed minkle always tagged along. When Fred wasn't around, she bared her venom-like teeth. "I've seen the way you look at Fred, I'm not stupid."

And from there onwards…

"You're too immature for Freddie."

…you started knowing her more than Fred ever will.

"The two of you have been friends for what? A decade? He's known me a year, guess we all know who he sees as his lover and who as a friend."

That last statement hurt enough for you to have to restrain yourself from slapping the smirk off her face as she said it. You tried your best to act normally in front of Fred, but you knew seeing them together was a pain too unbearable for you to handle, so you declined his hangout calls and started seeing him less and less.

The last thing you wanted was to destroy their relationship by breaking down in front of the person you cared for, and revealing Grace's true colours. Knowing Fred, he'd side with you and break up with Grace, but seeing them together made you realise how happy they were. Fred deserved the happiness Grace brought him. And you’re well aware that the feelings he shared with her were much more in depth than the ones he shared with you, because when he looks at her, his face says it all

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A/N : Hi ! This is Luna, SO the ending wasn’t what I had in mind but overall, this story gives me victorian era vibes idk why lmao. OMG all my love goes to Celeste for helping me edit this, please reblog and comment if you like this fic :) We haven’t been active lately due to studying and all, but now we’re back with more fics. + taglist form up soon 🤝

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[that-crazy-five-foot-two-chick]

Rated T for 1,107 words of EdWin FWP (Fluff Without Plot)

Summary: Edward would never read romance novels...in front of other people. He and Winry get into an argument over romance novels and somehow end up kissing. Except that they've never kissed before. So they're terrified. But then, what better to ward off terror than the need to avoid losing an argument?

A/N: Based on this prompt list of common misquoted idioms I made

Alphonse thought he'd settle in with his copy of Specialized and Little-Known Transmutations, 10th edition on the living room couch. After all, some light reading was in order that afternoon. What he did not expect to come across was a copy of Wrench to My Heart. What he expected even less was seeing it in his brother's hands. Surely there was no harm in inquiring about Edward's reading materials.

"What are you reading, Brother?"

Ed leaped out of his skin and hastily shoved the book into the seat cushion behind his back. "Nothing! Why do you think I was reading? I can't read!"

Al stared at him with a raised eyebrow until he realized his blunder.

"I mean. I only read alchemic texts. Most other stuff is just too boring. Except for comic books, maybe." Ed suddenly found everything in the room fascinating except Alphonse.

"So you're telling me that 'Wrench to my Heart' is an alchemic text."

"It's," Ed choked, "It's encoded! I was deciphering it!"

"Ed, I'm pretty sure that's definitely just a romance novel."

"Shut up!"

Their squabble was cut short when Winry came in, wiping her hands on her apron.

"What's going on in here?" she asked.

"Nothing!" was quickly followed by a gleeful "Ed's reading a romance novel."

"Oh! Well, that's unexpected."

"Was not!" Ed protested.

"What's wrong with romance novels?"

"They're. They're too sappy," Ed said curtly. "Besides, it's an alchemy book I was decoding. You wouldn't understand."

"Oh, I wouldn't, now? Let me see the author, then. Romance is a very misrepresented genre, and some of it is very good writing," said Winry.

Ed handed over the book sulkily. Winry examined the book and said, "This is actually a really well-known author, Ed. I doubt it's actually an alchemy book. It's a good choice, though. I've read some other books by that author, and I really like how her main characters tend to be in unconventional careers. If you weren't reading it seriously before, I'd highly recommend it. There's nothing wrong with a guy liking romance novels."

"But Winry—!"

Al chimed in with a smirk, "He skips to the kissing scenes!"

"NO I FREAKING DON'T, AL!" Ed howled. Winry crossed her arms and pointedly focused her eyes on the painting over the couch. "Well, what's so bad about kissing, Ed?" she shot back.

"Nothing! Nothing's wrong with it, it's just—"

"Then prove it." Winry challenged with a steely gaze.

Al snuck out of the room as the two glared at each other. The room was nearly sizzling with nerves, but Edward stood and strode up to Winry.

"Fine, if you want me to prove it, I'll prove it," he said with her face terrifyingly close to his own.

"Fine with me," she retorted unconvincingly.

Ed's breath was shaky as he leaned in to press his lips to Winry's. It seemed as though the walls and floor had shifted. As though everything had become fuzzy except for the feeling on their lips. After several seconds, he remembered that his lips were actually supposed to move. Winry's hands darted to his shoulders, giving him just enough courage to cradle her face as delicately as if it would break. She attempted to encourage him, but she ended up with his wet lips halfway to her nose. Her face scrunched in distaste.

Ed tilted his head back and scrutinized the situation. Winry bit her lip, avoiding his eyes. Then, without warning, he fitted his lips against hers again, kissing her agonizingly slowly. Agonizing, but far better in every possible way. A new wave of confidence surged through him.

Ed broke the kiss for a moment with wide eyes.

"Is that apple pie?" he asked, then dove back in.

"Are you going to—" Winry was interrupted by another kiss. "let me—" Another kiss. "answer your stupid question?" Ed answered by smirking and continuing to kiss her.

Winry shoved him away, gasping for air. Her face was beet red. Her eyes searched for something, anything to land on other than Ed. "The apple pie's in the kitchen—on the kitchen counter," she stuttered. "Go grab a slice."

Ed hummed and stepped forward, slipping an arm around her waist. His voice lowered to an almost gravelly pitch as he traced a shaking finger along her jawline. "Tastes better like this."

Winry inhaled sharply as he snatched up her lips with a hunger that was far deeper than a yearning for apple pie. Ed's hand tightened around her waist reflexively, and she melted into him. She threaded a hand into his hair, and he couldn't help but whine a little, startling her slightly. Taking Winry's distraction as an opportunity to breathe, Ed kissed her with a renewed vigor. He gripped her toned arm as if it would somehow bring their bodies closer together. As if it was the only thing that kept him grounded to the floor.

Then the floor echoed with footsteps.

Ed jumped away, if reluctantly, and pushed Winry an arm's length away just as Alphonse strolled into the room with an innocent smile.

"Did you see that Winry made apple pie, Brother? You should really try some."

Edward floundered for words. "I already—I mean, yeah, so people seem to love telling me. I should...go get some." He took a couple steps, then stumbled on air before sprinting into the kitchen, red-faced.

After a moment, Winry stammered, "I should, uh, make sure Ed doesn't eat all of the apple pie." She fled in the same direction.

A slice of apple pie sat on the kitchen counter. Ed cut a second slice and handed Winry the plate. "I thought I'd get one for you, too, since you made it." They stood in silence for a minute, eating their pie.

Then Ed burst out, "I don't know what happened to me, I just couldn't stop kissing you like some...lips-obsessed monster or something. I'm sorry. I should have had better control of myself. I should have made sure you actually wanted to. I know what made me do it, obviously. It's hormones. Just a bunch of chemicals. But that's no excuse for—" Winry lightly touched his shoulder, and whatever words he had fizzled out on his tongue.

"Ed. It's...it's okay." She fought to meet his eyes, summoning the courage to speak. "More than okay. Actually, um...do you want to...do it again sometime?"

Edward's jaw dropped, and he was certain his blush could be seen from a mile away.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Alphonse walked over to the book Ed had abandoned. "Hm, a kissing scene," he noted smugly. "What do you know."

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A/N: I could not think of a title for Ed's novel for the life of me, so I had to come up with a place holder and brainstorm more. Rest in peace, Ooh La La Womance and Grease-Stained Embrace.

#fma #fma fic #edwin #edward elric #winry rockbell #alphonse elric #my writing #my fic

[biffhofosho]

Hiiiiii,

I am equally afraid and excited of this new chapter, I want to know that Kai has on his sleeve and I am sure he won’t be playing fair

Chapter 23 Let’s goooooooooooooo

��Oh, I’m not moving in” said she, like a liar. I mean she has nothing else. She burnt her last bridge by quitting. I am amazed she still hopes to return to a semi-normal kinda life? I mean I can’t blame her for that, but at this point it’s just wishful thinking

Oh, so we start making out so early in the fic? Allrighty, then

Oh, no. we’re getting into the mood and there’s something wrong?

SO NEW CHARACTER, HUH? I knew that I didn’t recognize the other person in the thumbnails

OH WE KNEW HER!!!!! I mean I dislike her already, lol

HIS GRACE, I AM…

CHALICE??? Dear god so many things, my head is spinning

THEY BETTER COME AND RESCUE HER!!!!! I am offender, but it would have been very stupid to fight Aisha, and more without his brothers. you know at least I thought she would get to go IN to the house. lol

Aisha is insufferable!!!! But Amber knows just how to deal with that. They just think they are so superior, of course she’s gonna tell something she shouldn't

Of course they still have the girls, at least they are alive

Shit! Where are they?

Man, I dislike her more every time, now she has to talk about Delphine, argh

See you at reckoning? OK???? That doesn’t sound foreboding

I mean logically there is nothing that can be done at the moment, they need to find a strategy and they definitely can’t challenge Kai directly. And he has too much leverage with the girls and the people she cares about

SHE’S DREAMING ABOUT THEM!!!!! PLEASEEEEEE HELP HER

HE IS TOO POWERFUL I AM SCREAMING!

THEY HAVE TO COVER THE BITES AND BRUISES!!! Such fun. Oh yes, the previous victim, dolled up and pretty, probably in the same basement

The dress, gold like the chalice she is. And the way you describe this dress, amazing

“I take it you won’t be seeing him then,” buuuuuuuuuuuuurn

Can’t believe they took all that effort to make her look perfect to then make her take a car ride and a treacherous walk… vampires really forget how to be human.

It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” BOI SPARE ME!!!!! Like she went there voluntarily. I am screaming! This was such a good chapter ! and now if you excuse me I have to go lay down and stare into space before going to work.

Okay, this time I am answering this and scheduling it to post so I don't forget lol.

LET'S DO THIS.

TBH, the "I'm not moving in" thing feels more like Amber managing expectations for herself. Since her life has been constantly upended, it feels like a more honest reaction than her going balls-in when she hasn't even said those three dangerous words in return.

That said, in opening up, it feels like a huge step foward for them, and I think she just wants to revel in that glow, so yeah, we had to start with a little moment of connection before, well... you saw. :(

Oh, hey there, Aisha. Didn't see you lurking in the fucking bushes! Ah, yes, our beautiful little, resentful af ferry. We've added another thread to Kai's web, which begs many more questions than even the ones you asked. Methinks some answers are right around the corner...

As to Amber going in the house, I played with the idea, but it is just NOT her. She wouldn't even stay in the car, and she already told Hyungwon she does not want them getting hurt over this because she thinks it's pointless. If he could have made it in with her, it might have been different, but they've been found out, and as Aisha lays it out, it wouldn't end well, especially since Amber has such a protective personality.

OOH, GIRL, YOU DONE PICKED UP ON MY COLOR PLAY WITH THE GOLD. ILU.

I actually really loved writing Aisha and Amber together. The disdain Aisha has for her has an undercurrent that I really enjoyed as a writer, even if I wanted to punch her in the boob. Between her and the other servants, it's a good window into Kai's world and what we can expect of those who follow him.

Ahahaha, yes, Kai would have no intention of having their first meeting in such an impersonal, dirty place, so car ride and walk it is. I think of him in some ways like the owner of a multimillion-dollar company--he's aware of how things run but he probably doesn't want to actually see how the sausage is made, ya know? And honestly, it's not as far as it seems, but when you're doing something you really don't want to, doesn't it always feel that way? I'm sure it's true, too, that he, like many vampires, have lost touch with the limitations of humanity. Maybe someone should remind him! He has many designs, as we will see. In his mind, I imagine it all makes a lot of sense. We'll see how many of those hold water.

We will finally get to meet the puppeteer next chapter and figure out who exactly he is--or thinks he is.

I am VERY excited about these last three chapters. It's gonna be a ride. I'm glad you're not quite ready to get off.

#new bestie! #succumbing to sybaris #gee thanks #shit went off the rails #where do we go from here?

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ TWO ROADS ❜

with Canche and Obispo ‘Bishop’ Losa.

Warnings: none.

Word count: 2k.

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to my wonderful @sonsofeorl ✨

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“Please, don't do that. Let me go”. With both hands raised to the man, you tried to push him away.

“No”. He just said with a naughty smile drawn on his lips, before grabbing your wrists to lift you up over his shoulder like a heavy bag, walking to the main room of the house.

“Let me go!” You shouted stirring over him, until you felt your body falling down over the mattress.

Sitting up on your forearms, you blow into a rebellious tuft of hair in the middle of your face, frowning. You couldn't barely breathe because of the efforts, watching the man crawling above the bed.

“I swear I'm gonna kill you”.

“Will you?” He asked, twisting his neck slightly, pouncing on you to tickle you on both sides.

“Canche, stop!” You screamed between laughs, trying to catch his hands while he made himself some space between your legs.

“C'mon, five minutes more, princesa de los Mayas”. The mexican surrounded you with his strong arms, resting his face on your stomach.

“My father is gonna kill us, if he finds out”.

“Just five minutes more”. He begged almost in a whisper, closing his eyes.

“I hate you”. You growled rolling your eyes, pretending that you didn't want to spend some time more together.

“I'm glad to know that it's something reciprocated”. The Mayan muttered, moving some inches until reaching your lips.

Tangling your legs with his and placing your hands on his head, you deepened the kiss, keeping the slow pace but welcoming his tongue inside your mouth. Every time you were this close, he had the same effect on you like the first time, bristling your skin and needing for more. You could assure that he was so in love with you, as you were with him. And you would like to shout it to the rooftops. But that wasn't an option. Not for the moment, at least.

“I know that… you can't call me”. You said caressing his neck with one of your hands, using your nails to made him some sweet tickles. “But… two weeks is too much. Maybe… I don't know… a text, to know that you're okay”.

“I will try, mi amor. I swear it”. He replied with a low tone of voice, accommodating his head on the pillow. “And when I come back, we will disappear for some days. We can go to the beach, if you want”.

“Sounds good, yeah”. You nodded assorted on the way of his lips moving, totally spellbound hearing his voice.

The man took back his hands to undone the clasp of the fine gold chain, with a small medal of the Virgen de Guadalupe. Silent, and very focused on his new task, he placed it around your neck. You knew how much he loved that necklace, being a gift from his mother who passed away some years ago. Giving it to you meant more than anyone could imagine, and you would swear you were about to cry if he hasn't kissed you again.

You have never been a believer, but you started to pray every night for him, to keep him safe and alive. It has been two long weeks, with a trip that started in Southern Cali to Stockton and Oakland, continuing to Portland. And after that, back to Santo Padre. One of the trips more dangerous of Mayans history, with a shipment of AK-47, even if they were accompanied by some SOA charters. But the day of their return has come and, with it, all your men. At least, you know it when you see through the front window of your car all the bikes parked there. The first you find is your father's. Next to it, Canche's.

Almost jumping out from your seat, you run like never before to the inside of the clubhouse. But the situation that welcomes you is chaotic. You open the door on time to watch Bishop tackling your boyfriend. A storm of hits and kicks is around everywhere, while the other Mayans stare at you almost frowning. You don't need to be a genius to know what is happening. Grabbing Ibarra's gun, being aware that no one is going to stop the fight, you point at the roof to fire it. The bullet impacting on it, calls everyone's attention. The two men on the floor are breathing violently, blood on their faces and angry gestures. Then, you point at them.

“The next one throwing a punch, juro por la Virgen that I'm gonna shot his brain off”.

The men separate from each other, standing up over their feet and shaking their clothes.

“How much time have you been together?” Your father asks, cleaning a brief red thread flowing from his bottom lip. His eyes are filled with rage.

“Why does it matter, dad?”

“Because I asked you for one last thing, and you shitted on it”.

“Do you think I made it on purpose? That I chose it?”

“You betrayed me. And you lied to me”.

“For God's sake… Ain't gonna talk about it in front of all these men”.

“We don't have anything else to talk about. You already took a decision”.

You just nod, one time. Stretching your arm to Ibarra, you give him back his gun.

“Doing the same shit that your mother did”.

His whisper doesn't go unnoticed to your ears, taking a step ahead when he's about to unlock himself inside the Templo.

“You pushed mom away, just like you are doing with me. If you are alone, if you are losing the only people who really love you, it's because of you, padre. Because of your jealousy, because of your inflexibility, because of your egocentrism complex”.

Bishop doesn't turn, but suddenly stops his heavy feet.

“(Y/N), don't talk to your father like that”. Canche says, frowning at you.

“Truth fucks you up, right?” You say raising your chin. “Love doesn't mean to hurt, dad. And sometimes I feel that you stab my chest. That you suffocate me. I feel alone the whole time, and you don't really know what it feels like, because I'm always by your side. But you weren't for me when I needed you the most. So don't blame me for choosing a man who cares about me, without asking anything back, over you”.

It has been the worst weeks of your life. You were sure that you were suddenly and inevitably falling into a dark depression, when you realized that you haven't gone out of Canche's house since you came. Mostly, you are tucked in his bed, grabbing the pillow as strongly as you can, wetting it with your tormented tears. A prospect was accompanying you all the time that your boyfriend was away from your side.

“How is the kid?”

Taza gets up from his chair, before Canche can leave the Templo. He turns around crossing his arms over his chest.

“Who asks?”

No one replies.

“She isn't happy, if you wanna know it”. His eyes are on Bishop's. “She cries most of the day. Hardly eats anything. And I can't remember how her laugh sounds”.

Your boyfriend is about to continue his steps, but he stops again.

“And I had to take her to the hospital some days ago, because she has a panic attack”.

“Maybe if you di—”.

“Don't you dare to add me in your equation, Bishop. This is your fault, not mine. I care about her. I love her. And I want to spend my life with her. I'm not trying to steal your daughter from you. I'm not asking her to leave you. I was even about to delegate my position as Presidente, and ask for a change of charter to be close to her. To come to Santo Padre, so she wouldn't have to leave her family”. His voice sounds firmly, blunt. “You are losing your daughter because of you, not because of me”.

Canche doesn't want to waste more time, having a road of one hour and a half to his house. The only thing he wants right now is come back, be with you, and try to comfort your pain somehow. So he doesn't notice that the crew follows him to the outside, in the meantime that he reaches his motorcycle.

His way back home feels like an eternity, parking in front of the porch, and almost jumping out from the top of it. The prospect is waiting close to the door, shrugging his shoulders to let him know that nothing has changed. You heard the door getting opened, turning your head over the pillow, watching him coming into the room. You would like to smile, as every time you see him, but it's like if your brain doesn't send the order to your lips. Lying down and embracing you over the mattress, filling your face with a bunch of kisses.

“I've missed you, mi vida”. He whispers onto your lips, before caressing them. “I took a day off, so I will be here with you the whole time”.

You can't help but sink your face under his chin, letting him hold you tightly. That's the only moment you feel somewhat better, knowing that he's not going to kick out your ass. Knowing that he loves you unconditionally.

“How was him?” You whisper.

“Fucked like you”. He just replies, kissing your head. “But I know that he's going to come today, you will see. I know it”.

He wasn't wrong. Actually, Canche is never wrong. You suddenly wake up because of the loud roar of an engine. It's coming closer, accentuating over others behind it. The bed is empty, and the room is almost in darkness. Rubbing your eyes with your knuckles, you get up from the mattress, guiding your steps to the living room as soon as you hear your boyfriend greeting your father. Sticking your head out the corner of the hallway, your eyes find him before anyone else there. He looks like shit. His beard is longer, scruffy. The two black marks under his eyes tell you that he hasn't slept much more than you.

Canche moves his head in silence, indicating the crew to leave the house, so you would have some intimacy and time alone. Bishop takes a step ahead, trying to reach you, trying to say something. But he can't. Doubting, he walks a little closer. Slowly. Hoping that you don't turn him down. Raising a hand towards your left, he holds it to push you into his arms. Surrounding your body, he hugs you with that kind of love and warmth that only your father can transmit you. All the sadness and the pain has gone. The fear of losing him, inside your chest, isn't oppressing it anymore.

“I'm sorry”. He says in a whisper, tightening his grip around you.

“Me too…”

“You don't have to, because you were right. This is my fault, mi princesa”.

He pulls himself away from you, enough to find your reddened eyes, about to cry again.

“I know you have to leave the nest, but I'm not ready. And I will never be. But if you have to do it, I'm good knowing that Canche is by your side”.

Leaning, your father kisses your forehead, pressing his lips on it for some long seconds.

“Just let me take care of you tonight, please”.

You just nod in silence. You couldn't say ‘no’. You need him, you didn't know it could be this hard to live without him. It's not the same when he's on a trip, than when he's just away from you. Closing your arms around him, you hide your face on his chest, like you used to do when you were a child waking up from a nightmare.

“I will always love you, pa'. No matter who else is in my life. I will always love you more than anyone”.

“I know, princesa. I do. And I will always do it”.

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