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innocent-cat · 1 year

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Ok but. Percy’s idea of romance is most definitely from his parents. Traditional romance, courtly love and chivalry. Him sending flowers to reader as a secret admirer and her not getting it at all because they’re all single flowers that are very different. Until she drags Keyleth into it and they do some research. Look up “Victorian Language of Flowers” for inspo.

“Undying love” “true beauty” and all kinds of sweet meanings behind each flower. He’d get Keyleth to help because she’s a romantic and number 1 shipper.

HEY guess whose back xx

Percival de Rolo x Reader

Warnings - cussing lol, sharp objects????

"Victorian ways of loving.", Percy x Reader

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(A/N - very thankful thank you to leopard for giving me the silly little flower sites for this!!!)

Recently, you had gained a secret admirer. Overall? Weird. But.. entertainment wise? The most interesting mystery you've put yourself up to in a while.

Of course, it wasn't just you who was "solving" the case of a seemingly allergy-less admirer, it was Keyleth helping you. Knowing she worked so well with plants, who else was there really to go to?

Every time you received a new flower on your windowsill, your doorstep, or handed to you by someone on the street, you giddily sped-walk to the druid's ivied library she hung around daily.

"You'll never guess what I got this time, Keyleth. A single violet."

"..That's not a violet."

Taking the delicate flower from your hand, she rotates it clockwise and counter, careful not to touch the petals. She smiles. Still looking at the flower, she speaks;

"This is an Iris flower. Isn't she so gorgeous? Whoever gave you this, has to be thinking into something a little more than just flowers. I mean, I've personally never seen someone just give less than a bouquet of flowers to a special someone, have you?"

She shakes her ideas off onto you, still analyzing the flower. You lean against the table she was just sitting at, and watched her explore the library with the Iris.

"Where you going?"

"To get a book on Victorian flowers, of course. I remember my mom telling me something about Victorian flower meanings being something heavily carried throughout the years."

You followed Keyleth on her heels, sticking close to her and watching her actions. Her finger glides against the cloth covers of books, as she whispers, 'Victorian flowers, Victorian flowers, Victoriannn..' She lets out a small gasp, and leans the book out of it's place.

"Here it is! C'mon. Let's sit."

Sitting down, she heaves a sigh.

"So. Tell me all about those flowers you've been getting." She raises her eyebrows, flipping through the pages of the book, the scent of aged paper wafting faintly into your nose. She flipped, occasionally turning back for the table of contents.

"Well.. there've been a few. The first time I got one from them? It were these yellow little pansies. It was wrapped with a thin purple ribbon. I bit the stem, it was a little sour."

"Why would- Iris! Well, reads here that your little lover here is trying to say they think you're smart, and they put faith in you. Isn't that just so romantic?" Keyleth smiles, reading the words with her fingers.

"Well- what about the pansies?" You scoot closer to Keyleth, eyeing the book next to her.

"Hey, while I find flowers, why don't you keep telling me about the little expressions of romance you received?"

"Oh! You know what? There was this pair of flowers I got three days ago. Cute little white and pink daisies. It had a lively sense to it."

You listened to Keyleth flip through pages, double checking the contents, book marking pages with her fingers. You watched her read the page numbers to herself.

"Okay, pansies and daises right here! Lets read?" She turned a smile to you, bringing the book to the middle of the two of you. She points, she reads.

'Pansies. A flower commonly traded between secret lovers, but evolved into a flower that expresses to the receiver that the giver has been thinking of them.' She stops.

She reads again.

'Daisies. A flower that belongs to the 'Aster' branch. With a variety of colors, they were used to express differentiating terms. Most commonly for romance, white and pink were used. The white flowers expressed true, and pure love. The pink daises were often associated and linked to gentleness, romance, and love.'

Keyleth lets in a sharp breath. She had read all that in one go, and you didn't blame her for needing air.

"Isn't that so cute? Agh! You guys would be so cute together."

"We don't even know whose giving me these, Keyleth. What if it's like- some super betrayal from some random guy who hates us?"

"Uhm. It wont." Keyleth shined a toothy grin to you, and turned back to her book, to the contents.

"Well.. two days ago I got a bush heliotrope. It had a note in it. I think I remember it saying something about the sun. Super weird and poetic."

Keyleth leans forward, sitting her head up on her hand.

"Why don't you go get that for me, then? I don't think that's a flower in here.." She frowned.

"Yeah! Of course." You pushed your chair back, pushing yourself up with the table.

You frizz Keyleth's hair before continuing out the library. You open the beautiful spruce door, clicking it behind you. You sped-walk, trying your best to not make Keyleth wait for you for too long. It was sweet of her to help you with your romantic predicament.

You make a sharp turn into a hall, and you walk directly into a wall. You yelped in shock, stumbling backwards with the unexpected change of interior.

Before you fall flat on your ass, you're wrist is caught by another hand, and you're pulled up.

"Oh- I'm so sorry. I didn't notice you. Are you hurt?"

It was Percy. Oh how humiliating. Your small little fun crush on the man grew during your ventures with him, and you couldn't help to be stunned at the inconvenience of the moment.

You took his body language in. His face was tucked with guilt and concern for you. His hand gracing your face, cupping it. He brushes his thumb upon your cheek softly.

"Yeah. Thanks. I would have fell if you didn't catch me. I genuinely thought you were a wall for a few moments." You changed your stance, releasing his hand. You tucked one hand under the other, crossing your arms under your chest.

"Wait, you thought the keep had just- suddenly changed so you walked into a wall?" You watched his face dissolve from concern to a humored smile.

You turn your face, studying the wall that was to your left, and not in front of you. You hear him emit a small laugh, so pure and gratifying you couldn't help but smile too. You fought it, but you smiled.

You feel his other hand drop to your waist. You felt the hem of your shirt slightly lift, your sensitive skin jumping at the cold mechanical hand.

"Hey, don't be like that. Not the nicest thing to not look at someone talking to you, is it?" His hand that rest on your face turned you to look at him.

You looked back up to him, ruffled by his confident move. Mouth slightly ajar, your hand moves to his face. You drift closer to him.

Both of your eyes closed.

"Now.. as much as I enjoy your company, de Rolo the third, I'm afraid I have something to do."

You let go of his face, you pull away. You walk down the hall, your hand outlining his arm, and picking his hand up with your's, letting go when you're out of his reach.

You walk up the stairs, and close your door and listen to it creak shut, slowly. It clicks. You slide against it.

"Oh my god."

You deeply inhale, knowing you wasted the opportunity of kissing the Noble who lingered in your dreams. You stand, fixing your dragged hair, and open the nightstand next to your bed.

Shuffling through pens, papers, feathers, beads, knife sharpener, switch blade, nail filer, and other trinkets you kept roughly tossed in the drawer, you find the note you received with the flowers.

Your hands softly traced the neatly and delicately assorted letter as you read;

'My love,

You are the beaming sun that I turn to like heliotrope. Without you as my stream of light, I would be lost. You as my guide, I require no assurance that all will turn peacefully. Even with my name that of which is untold, I stand with you devoted, infatuated, and confidently regardless to your obliviously and curiosity. Please, allow all the flowers I send to sink to your heart and be remembered, kept, and admired for all your prosperous life.

Sincerely,

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ PFvMKdR |||'

Although romantic, the sign off was tragically confusing. You smiled, and tucked the note into your pocket. You rush down the stairs, jogging to the library.

You open the door slowly, and crack it enough to not make noise.

You could hear Percy and Keyleth talking, and you couldn't help but eavesdrop.

You snaked yourself around the libary, reaching a shelf that covered you, and was close enough to hear what they were saying.

"Percy. I won't be making orchids, or any flower in that matter, if they aren't to actually express yourself. No more notes!"

Keylath bantered Percy, complaining of how shy he was.

"Okay. If you make me these orchids, I'll.. tell them I love them."

"Yes!" Keyleth cheered, swiping the pot filled with moss, bark, and dried root. She worked her magic, and out came the loveliest orchid branch anyone could ever lay their eyes on. If only they were to be received by you instead of whomever the gunslinger showed interest in.

"Thank you Keyleth. I'll forever be in your debt."

"Pay me back by being super romantic."

Keyleth raised her voice as she watched the noble walk away, and exit through the door.

You rose, and walked back to the table, smiling at keyleth.

"Guess who got the little paper back super duper fast?"

"Aw, thanks. Lemme read."

After reading the note sighs. not having a clue what to do with the meaning.

"Hey, do you have any idea what that little sign off means?"

Keyleth lets out a knowing laugh. "Yeah. I bet they could be the initials of somebody."

"No one could possibly have initials that long, Kiki."

She picked a ink felt pen up from the table, spelling out the name.

"P - Percival. F - Fredrickstein. v - von. M - Musel. K - Klossowski. d - de. R- Rolo. See those little lines? Those stand for 'the third'."

You watched her map out the name on the love letter. You turned to her, waiting for her to say something more.

"What are you waiting for? I didn't make a bunch of flowers for nothing!" She laughed, and pulled you up from the chair, dragging you to the door, and shoving you out.

Before she closes the door, she peaks her head out.

"Oh, and make sure to not tell Percy I told you. He'd kill me." She let out a tired, and oddly terrified laugh.

The door slams. At least someone's eager?

You treaded slowly through the hall, your steps swift and quiet. You listened carefully for Percy throughout the keep Vox Machina collectively lived in. It wasn't late at night, so everyone was still up.(Not like it being late would stop any of them from being awake..) Regardless of this, everyone walked in their own distinctive way, and if they didn't, the weight of their steps revealed who was walking.

Eventually you heard the door to the yard of the keep open and shut. You assumed it was Percy, and it was best never to doubt some things.

You ran after the sound, opening the keep yard door when you reached it, and softly shutting it behind you.

You turned, softly taking in the scenery. It was sunset. The sky was a soft glow of pink and orange, and the sun was kissing goodbye. You smiled.

Shaking your head, you return your thoughts back to Percy. Or.. you could let his 'super romantic' confession play out on his own terms?

Nah.

You walked through the yard, your feet rustling against the short and soft blades of grass. You spot Percy, pacing back and fourth, with a pot of Orchid Branches set on the bench beside him. The pot was a beautiful off white, with golden rims, a matching design of pink flowers bloomed on the center.

You walked towards him timidly, debating if you should turn back on your heels and go to sleep.

"Hey."

too late.

Percy stops pacing, his eyes locking on your's when he hears you.

"Hi."

You take a seat on the old bench, patting the seat beside you. Percy accepts the direction, and sits beside you. He sits on the opposite side of you, eschew from touching you.

You scoot closer to him, leaning into his side.

"Who are the flowers for, lover boy?"

You spoke softly and teasingly to him, head leant on his shoulder, inner arm hold his inner arm.

"They're.. they're for you."

"Did Keyleth tell you what they mean yet?"

You hummed curiously.

"Rare and delicate beauty. That's exactly what you are to me."

There was a moment of unmoving silence between the two of you. Not awkward silence, or a gross silence, but quiet.

It was a moment of knowing peace between the two of you. The truth of who your bouquet arranger is, and Percy gaining the sense of acceptance and wellfare sitting next to you.

"That's nice of you, Percy." You tenderly spoke again, interlocking your fingers with his. You used your free hand to circle small shapes into his hand.

"And so were all your other flowers. They were very gorgeous, Percy."

Percy rested his head against your's.

"Thank you."

The two of you leaned into each other in the warm weather, watching the sun kiss you goodbye.

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iwritenarrativesandstuff · 9 months

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What are some characters you'll like to see interact more that hasn't done so much in the series?

Oooo ok this is tricky and the second I post this I'll probably think of more!

I listed a few duos I'd like to see explored more a while back! I'm a bit lazy to go back and link to it now but I remember wanting to see more Dazai and Kyouka, Fukuzawa with young Yosano after she'd just been brought to the Agency, Aya and Akutagawa, and my favourite joke duo, Odasaku and Adam. Here's a few others I thought of:

Gin and Ryuunosuke: Please let them interact in canon. Please. They are literally siblings.

Margaret and literally anyone: Please. She has such an interesting set up. Where are we going with her? Can we elaborate on her situation? Her story? I just want her to interact with characters beside Nathaniel. I'd love to see her encounter Akutagawa again actually... could be really interesting.

Wells and literally anyone: Bring her back... I miss her... :'(

Mushitarou and Ango: ...me and the three other mushiango shippers crying for more of them... (but really I just think they're an interesting duo. *slaps both of them* these two can fit so much grief and regret)

Aya and Jouno: I'd like them to meet up again. I just think they could have a neat dynamic, with Jouno having faith in her without needing to know of her capabilities, simply because he knows she (and any civilian) would be underestimated. Also, both with the whole "justice as a choice" thing. Idk. Something there.

Chuuya and Atsushi: PLEASE. I need to see it so bad. Why have they not directly interacted yet? It seems intentional to me.

Naomi and Dazai: We get hints that Dazai actually teaches Naomi tricks and strategy advice. I'd like to actually see it!

Mori and Fukuchi: They were both at Tokoyami Island during the war! They may have actually met before this!!! I hope we elaborate on this soon. ...also I want both Fukuzawa's exes to meet and for there to be drama because it's funny to me. Bonus points if Mori shows up while Fukuzawa is still bleeding out on the ground. Old man yaoi showdown... (I am kidding :P)

Teruko and Natsume: These two authors had a real connection! Teruko was a student of his. I'd love if they pulled that into the series somehow!

Natsume and Agatha: OKAY, so this is based off irl Natsume's real exchange to Britain he went on. He hated it there lol. That's why I'm hoping for interactions between these two… and I hope they cannot stand each other. Maybe something happened between Natsume and the Order of the Clock Tower and they parted on bad terms. They meet again and the two are just all smiles as Agatha pours tea and Natsume rests his hands on his cane and they think of how much they wish they could laser beam the other to death. Idk. I like the concept tbh.

And these are just silly and self-indulgent:

Sigma and Tsujimura: if Sigma turns out to actually be Ian Fleming, I demand they meet and have a Bond-esque secret agent adventure.

Katai, Kunikida, and Higuchi: my dream crack trio that definitely makes no sense but I can't get it out of my head. I can't explain it ok I just think it's funny if Katai, after the Gin debacle, ends up with two overworked blond friends who check in to make sure that he is still alive under his futon. I need to emphasize though that Higuchi is far from her usual polite or professional and is just so done with Katai all the time. Katai still can't manage to make proper eye contact with her or have a full conversation. Nobody understands how they are keeping in touch or why. Also important you know that Kunikida and Higuchi have this weird frenemies dynamic where they are rightfully suspicious of each other for being on opposite sides but then feel like. A sharp pang of sympathy in their chests every time they hear about the crap the other has to deal with. They both shit-talk Dazai and can rant for hours. Katai is left standing there like 😥. It's basically just the "two teenaged boys" post, where Kunikida is the (comparatively) gentle "oh did you just wake up", Higuchi is the "OPEN UP FUCKNUGGET" and Katai is the guy who answers the door past noon still in his blanket. I know it makes no sense. Let me have this.

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thetwelfthcrow · 4 months

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Soooo can we get recs for 443316?👀

but of COURSE you can !!

▴🏎 4433 fic recs: with Charles edition 🏎▴

welcome everyone to this special fic rec list: 443316 - fics where, in whatever order, lewis/max/charles are together. it's a short list, but i hope that serves only as an invite to write these three more. as far as i know these are the only fics in this ot3 ship and they're amaziiiing! i sincerely invite all lestappen, 4433 and 4416 shippers to give these a try. even if you don't like one of these three ships, these two fics are absolutely worth your time - i promise !

AO3 collection with all my Formula One bookmarks general favorite fics in the 4433 ship favorite christmas fics in the 4433 ship favorite omegaverse fics in the 4433 ship

always be sure to check the accurate and updated tags on the fic itself (i only copy a few)! if your fic is on here and you'd like me to link your tumblr then just comment below and i'll add it :)

▴ honey, there is no right way [series] by latebrakers | 11,3k | incomplete secret relationship 4433, charles helps them / pining / getting together

(1) fair weather | G | 3k | complete

The first time, Max asks Charles for a favor. The next time Max could use some help, Charles offers it himself.

(2) fair warning | T | 5k | complete

Charles thought he was being generous, at first, but now he just feels greedy.

(3) fair share | M | 3k | complete

Lewis takes his phone out of his pocket and props it on the porch railing. “Two minutes,” he announces. “Everyone think of a wish.” Charles could not possibly think of just one. Or: Charles books a flight to Colorado.

▴ three [series] by additivity | 20,3k | incomplete secret relationship / relationship reveal friends with benefits

straight-ish | M | 3,6k | complete

There were a lot of photos of Formula 1 drivers on the internet. But none like this.

amateur photography | E | 16,6k | 5/5ch, complete

Lewis really isn't looking for a relationship. Which is why his current arrangement is pretty perfect. What's not so great is trying to explain that to his press officer while F1 twitter self-destructs about it.

▴ behind different doors [series] by kiwialicat | 49,3k | incomplete established fwb lestappen / voyeurism / unresolved feelings

It’s not the size of your motorhome it’s how you use it | E | 6k | complete

Max looks back at him, and then down at the hand that Lewis still has firmly planted on Charles’s knee. Despite Lewis being a little less sharp than usual, it’s definitely not lost on him. “Jealous, Maxy?” Lewis doesn't want to waste this champagne, post Silverstone 2020 round one. He goes to find someone to celebrate with and gets a little more celebration than he'd hoped for.

Let’s feel this and think later | E | 31k | 6/6ch, complete

Lewis is pretty sure when it comes to Max and Charles there are strings, of one form or another, but he can’t deny there’s also a pretty incredible pay-off attached to those strings. It's the second week of the British GP double header, and it's a bit more memorable than usual for Lewis with a new version of Max and Charles in his life.

Room for three | E | 11k | complete

“So…” Lewis breathes deeply, “this offer…” he watches his hands open and close in front of him, “is this just a one-time thing? Tonight only?” Lewis has Max and Charles over for dinner. Some eating, some talking and some other stuff ensues.

▴ He Hit Me (It Felt Like A Kiss) by m00nlightE | 18,8k | 2/5ch, incomplete omegaverse / alpha max, alpha lewis, omega charles / emotional manipulation

It was something they’d often discussed at the beginning of the relationship: the potential that one day, sometime in the future, the three of them could end up fighting for a championship title against one another. So when the start of the 2021 season came around and it looked like Red Bull might be bringing the competition to Mercedes at last, Charles couldn’t help but feel the battle between his partners was inevitable. He just never expected to get so caught in the middle of it all. OR: Charles, Max and Lewis, and how their relationship turned toxic over the course of the 2021 season.

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askbox always open for your favourite 4433(16) fics! i love to know what you love to read. this list is not complete (nor will it ever be), but it turned out all 443316 fics are amazing so these are the only fics in the tag rn. this IS AN INVITE to everyone reading all the way to here to write 443316 heheh! enjoy reading!

#zhalia's lil' answer chat #Anonymous #443316 #4433 #lestappen #fic recs #4433 fic recs

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carolmunson · 3 months

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hi!! if you’re in the mood for it i would loveee some more background on my personal fav side characters, Eddie and Nancy in “always something there to remind me”

ah. our lovebirds.

i will be the first to say it: i am a secret edancy shipper. i love the concept of them getting together. opposites attract yadda yadda. but i feel like they weirdly mesh so well in the way that the things eddie gets in his head about are the things that come easy to nancy and vice versa.

as we know, nancy would go visit eddie in the hospital after the events of S4 and read the lotr trilogy to him while he slept/was unresponsive until one day he giggled at her doing some voices and from then on they started to get closer.

i think it was weird at first, not knowing if these budding feelings were something that were bubbling over from both being through so much together or if they were supposed to have met through such a troubling experience. but -- eddie made nancy laugh in a way she never really did before. he was quick and funny, wrote really good poems, drew really well -- there was only so much you could do when you were bed bound for a while so he focused on creative things and keeping his mind sharp. they'd do the crossword in the paper together on sundays. on the 12th sunday of them doing it together in the hospital, two weeks before he got out, one of the answers was 'kiss' -- 12 down, 3 across.

and they did. they kissed. eddie was shy about it, nancy couldn't believe herself. she never expected to fall for a guy like eddie munson. and eddie has never expected someone like nancy wheeler to want to kiss him (but then again, he didn't think she'd have guns in her room either). but they kissed. and they kept kissing. they kissed hello and goodbye at the hospital. they kissed hello and goodbye on dates. and the first time they kissed hello in front of the party it sent everyone into hysterics.

#always something there to remind me #edancy

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least-carpet · 8 months

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If you still want to do the shipping meme: chengning? (or any other jiang cheng related ship, I love him)

Chengning, my beloved!! I'm also going to stick Wangxian in here, since @add1ctedt0you asked me about it in a comment.

Chengning: Ship It

Currently my main Jiang Cheng ship, which sucks because they're a rarepair. Although apparently Yu Bin also ships it? So us five whole chengning shippers are in good company.

What made you ship it?

Honestly, I kind of incepted myself into it.

They're narrative foils. Both younger brothers with somewhat opposing temperaments from the outside, since Jiang Cheng is sharp-tongued, blunt, and pragmatic, while Wen Ning is timid, shy, and somewhat idealistic. They both orbit Wei Wuxian, who, although he loves them and is deeply protective of them, doesn't seem to particularly respect either of them. I also think that they're more similar than they seem to be on the surface, since Wen Ning's secret resentment is so strong that it makes him an especially strong fierce corpse after he dies.

I'm really interested in Wen Ning's decision to rescue Jiang Cheng in order to... bring him to Wei Wuxian? He drugged a bunch of his sect members and smuggled a whole enemy sect heir out because Wei Wuxian was nice to him once? It's heroic but, like, baffling, especially since he doesn't defect from the Wen afterwards. (There are a lot of reasons for him not to want to defect from his family's sect, but then why betray the sect at all? It's not like his cousins have any intention to stop torturing, slaughtering, etc. Why save this one guy?) It also weirdly is a rescue that doesn't seem to have a lot to do with Jiang Cheng himself. I'm not sure what to make of it. Compels me, though.

Wen Ning's hero-worship of Wei Wuxian means that the one person he'll actually be mean to is Jiang Cheng. While normally "he's only mean to this one guy, so they're in love" is not really my thing, this interests me because Wen Ning is otherwise not a very honest person when it comes to his feelings. He is the King of Repression. It is literally the source of his fierce corpse powers. So, while I also don't think the scene where he yells at Jiang Cheng about the core transfer is a great display of honesty either (I think he says a lot of shit that he knows isn't accurate but will hurt Jiang Cheng's feelings), he's at least showing him his real feelings.

What are your favourite things about the ship?

I like it because I think it forces Wen Ning out of his holding pattern. I want to see Wen Ning grapple with what Wen Qing and Wei Wuxian did to him, which he aggressively does not want to think about, but which Jiang Cheng's situation ensures he can't escape.

I also think, if they were able to get past the anger and resentment, that they'd be cute together. They're both capable of tremendous love and devotion, and wouldn't it be nice for that to be directed at someone who can reciprocate wholeheartedly (rather than at Wei Wuxian who like... definitely loves them... but is also a lot more willing to walk away than either of them are, generally, in life).

Also I think it would really freak Wei Wuxian out, which is very funny to me.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Making Wen Ning the "nice one" and Jiang Cheng the "mean one" is missing the point, which is that this is an angryboy4angryboy relationship. One of them is just better at hiding it.

Wangxian: Don't Ship It

I'm sure this comes as no surprise at all!

Why don’t you ship it?

I'm not particularly interested in it, and that's partly because I only like Lan Wangji when the person writing him is aware of his flaws. Number one thing guaranteed to get my back up is when a writer is like, behold my character, who is a perfect gentleman, and then the character walks by and kicks a puppy (or bullies a teenager to get back at the teenager's guardian). Stop buying into his hype! He's a spoiled second son who has never had to be nice to anyone he didn't like!

What would have made you like it?

I like it sometimes! I'm just a little picky about it. I want everyone to be reasonably flawed and Jiang Cheng to be treated with some complexity. (I get that sometimes you just want a convenient bad guy, but if that convenient bad guy is Jiang Cheng, I am simply not your desired audience! And that happens semi-often with wangxian fic because it's the fandom juggernaut pairing. I gotta sift aggressively.)

Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

There's a lot of great lesbian wangxian. I may also just like Lan Wangji a lot more when she's a woman. (This is because I love when women are assholes.)

#anon asks #ask game #shipping ask game #wen ning #jiang cheng #ningcheng #chengning #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #wangxian critical #(very mildly)#mdzs +#least-carpet thoughts

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astrum-aetherium · 10 months

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Hey Shiro here :)

I was just wondering (ad I often do during my Henry Winter musing hours), but do you think Herny wlcpuod fall for Richard Papen like s/o or Camilla-like??? Or maybe I should say it better - do you think of these beforementioned personality qualities og these two could potentially lead Henry to be intrigued with that type of person? I know I am kind of a shipper between characters, but I do also like musing about readers AUs (which lead me to check on AO3 regularly and I know we all here have it same lol). Also and this is probably another request for scenario - first time meeting Henry Winter' potential lover and how would it go in your opinion (first impressions mostly) - this could be connected to my previous question or you can jus go with your own imagination. Thank you once again for being here I enjoy reading your answers, and they feel most accurate to my vision of Henry too.

Sending lots of love and support 🤗

-Shiro

i mean, i'm sure it goes without saying that henry would be extremely likely to be interested in as well as fall for someone similar to camilla. that's what he did in the book, it's canon.

as for camilla's personality traits mixed with richard's — a sullen sort of awkwardness, coyness; holding back, a little unsure, though obscuring multitudes, an undeniable greatness and depth of mind — would certainly allure him as well. after all, the entire greek class accepted and treasured richard in their own ways for their own reasons, henry included. therefore, i think it's safe to say he would potentially find himself interested in someone who personified richard and camilla's qualities in one. he would be enthralled by the mystery encrypted in the air of someone like that, the intelligence they possess but don't flaunt like others tend to. it could absolutely work.

as for meeting henry for the first time, specifically regarding first impressions, well — i think he won't have noticed much about you at first. for him to truly become interested in learning more about a person, i think he needs to have encountered them on many occasions and thereby solidified his interest in them. he wouldn't waste his time observing and analyzing someone he could obtain no use from. he needs to come to the conclusion that he's indeed enthralled independently, and only then would he compile an image of them in his mind.

concerning you, and this is based on your request for a potential partner who resembles richard and camilla, i can imagine henry being intrigued or even mystified with your person. he could sense, upon a closer look, that you do indeed contain multitudes and yet don't particularly strive to yield that information; that you're so laid-back and carefree, not exactly willing to let the whole world in on the secret of your essence. in order not to appear too plain to him, however, you would certainly have to share his interests and be well-versed in the things he is most passionate about. i can definitely see him appreciating intellect in a potential partner above all, specifically in his areas of study.

as for first impressions of henry, well, this is highly subjective and personalizable. stoic, detached, apathetic, rude, and cool are the first adjectives to come to mind. pretentious, arrogant, snobby. and yet... enthrallingly, knee-wobblingly, dangerously intelligent. so smart it would feel as though he carries immense knowledge into each room upon entering it, though depriving everyone else present of it — making you feel stupid and worthless by merely existing in his presence. a grand, diminishing effect. the atmosphere of a vast, condescending, entirely self-assured, and indifferent scholar. cool, sharp, imperceptible if needed but very much noticeable in other cases, and prone to causing irreparable damage — like a needle.

#henry winter imagine #henry winter x reader #henry winter thirst #astrum asks #i don't think he even has first impressions of people #he doesn't consider anyone worthy enough #he only creates an impression of someone when he decides he needs it or has to #this is my take #and yes ofc he would be attracted to someone like camilla #we know that first-hand

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"While some say there wouldn't be a difference between Jk living with Jm and Jk living with Tae... to them there absolutely would be a difference. To BH there would absolutely be a difference. One would be friends living together, but the other would be a queer couple being together."

What even??? You said no one knows anything about their living arrangements from that period of time. Why would bh even interfere in it then? If it was such a secret then it wouldn't really matter to bh would it? Stop putting everything on bh ffs. If jikk lived together and someone found out, the repercussions wouldn't have been any different than those if tkk were found living together. With the amount of jikk shown in content,esp till 2021, people would've been sus even of them living together and since companies deny almost every dating rumour, their denial would've meant nothing. Even if some people eventually accepted the truth, rumours live forever (eg, taennie). So saying that jikk is a safer bet than tkk just bcs tkk are real and jikk aren't is impractical. People still believe in taennie bcs of a few "leaked" photos and a fakes ass romantic stroll,they don't even believe that they've broken up 😑. People cling to rumours so even though jikk aren't real, if anything is going to pose as a problem for tkk, that will be a problem for jikk as well.

As for sharing cars, which btw anon you brought up all the points that jikkrs bring, including bdays🙄, you sure you aren't one? Maybe they shared cars bcs they lived near each other's? It's not like one of them was living in the middle of the ocean.

Hi anon!

I did not say no-one knows anything about their living situations from that time, I said I'm personally not up to date on that.

I disagree though, the angst that BH and Tae and Jk would have felt when dicovered would be very different compared to what the feelings would be when Jm and Jk (two friends) had been found out. With two friends there's nothing more to be found out, while with two partners the risk of more being found out is there.

BH is a factor in this, because a queer inband couple being found out would have a direct effect on their investments. They will loose a lot of money with a 'scandal' of that magnitude.

The reason why there's no tiptoeing around Jikook is that there's no risk there. Jk and Jm don't take the shippers seriously, the other members don't take it seriously, BH makes use of it freely. Compared to how they all deal with Tkk there's a sharp difference. Tkk is a sensitive matter, while Jkk isn't. That translates to their living arrangements as well imo.

Ofcourse there will absolutely be Jkkrs going wild if it was discovered that Jm and Jk actually did live together for a while, but the mindset would be that 'they are just wrong' while with Tkk being discovered the mindset would be 'shit, that's too close for comfort'.

#taekook #straws

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journcys-archived · 10 months

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An amalgamation of Raihan HCs I have because I keep thinking about him. These regard his appearance and mannerisms and how he feels about Leon specifically.

Titles / Appearance.

Raihan holds a title, or rather, a nickname, which is ‘The Dragon’ or ‘The Dragon of Hammerlocke’. This stems from Raihan’s general appearance and the type he trains. He will be referred to this by some folks around Galar—it’s not an ‘official title’, but it IS one the public has given him due to appearance and mannerisms.

Raihan has permanently slit pupils similar to a dragon or a reptile. He also has pointed teeth, and instead of a rounded tip at his tongue, it’s more pointed ( it’s a soft point rather then a sharp point ). He also has clawed hands. His hair almost looks like the scales of a dragon’s spine, as well. These characteristics alone could be why he gained his title from the public.

His mannerisms are also to blame—he’s energetic and fiery—when he growls it vibrated within his entire chest like a dragon about to spit fire. Though generally relaxed, he can get agitated when put under pressure. He also likes to bite, and if you ever go into his house you can sometimes find small clusters of items around ( not in a messy way ) similar to tiny hoards.

Leon.

First of all I’m a filthy Raihan x Leon shipper but I do not force this ship on anyone. These are my portrayals views on Leon as a whole.

Yes, Raihan has romantic feelings for Leon. However, he is still guilt ridden of all of the secrets he has been hiding. Because of this, Raihan does tend to keep his distance most of the time because he doesn’t know how to really handle how he’ll react around Leon. Raihan has been lying to him for years—he can’t risk anything. He wants to tell him but he’s afraid to risk what they have (whether it’s friendship or a relationship ). This is in regards to knowing about Eternatus and throwing the match which lead to Leon becoming champion—not his feelings towards him.

Raihan is jealous. While he was essentially forced to throw that match against Leon all those years ago, he’s sour about it. Sure, he has a gym now, but he’s pinned under the Chairman’s thumb because of it. He wonders what things would be like if he said no and crushed Leon in that battle—He wonders if things would be easier, because he knew that he could in fact beat him.

He feels bad for basically avoiding Leon like the plague. 9/10 he always makes an excuse to not hang out with him. Sometimes he breaks and agrees, but it’s very rare. However, Raihan believes it’s better for the both of them until he figures out how to get out of the his current situation involving the chairman.

#gym leader. — | raihan.

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wackus-bonkus-maximus · 2 years

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So binge read odnlb and

First of all how dare you make me more invested in your Kagami and Felix dynamic than any other ship??? How could you do this to me?? I have been ruined as a shipper. RUINED. I will never, ever be able to get over your Felix and Kagami in this fic and how wonderfully they interact with all their bluffs and pride and calculations and CONSTRAINED FEELINNNGSS I - this is it for me. I’m done. I’m gone.

You wanna know how I’ve been ruined?? You wanna k n o w ? I will never be able to ship either of them with anyone else now. It feels wrong. It feels like a betrayal after seeing how HEART ACHINGLY BEAUTIFULLY they could click and the amazing angst they could work and

And you know this really small thing which hurt me so much is that whole thing you pulled where she has never had trouble differentiating the two because FELIX HAS A HARDNESS AND SHARPNESS THAT MAKES HIM HIS OWN PERSON like not because she recognised Adrien easily! oh no! twas not her ex she recognised easily, no no noooooo, it was because she recognised FELIX easily, FELIX, like it’s almost as if her own hard edges recognise the soulmate in his sharp edges okay that brOKE ME IN TWO like why why whyyyy would you do this to my innocent shipper heart, how could you make me more invested in Kagami and Felix than the actual lovesqUARE?!

Like but at the same time I shouldn’t blame you because I love both characters a lot individually -I love their complexities, how Kagami is Good with a little ruthless in her and Felix is Ruthless with a little good in him- I just never opened my eyes to how well their opposite symmetry two sides of the same coin mirror opposite chess masters dynamic works as a ship until you wrOTE MY SHIPPER’S RUINATION LIKE DAMN HOW CAN I COME BACK FROM THIS?!

I mean yes of course I still care about Marinette and Adrien but I know I’ll enjoy them in this fic and on top of that they’ll always have canon and other fics too, whereas I will never be able to enjoy your Kagami and Felix outside your writing because the ml writers don’t have half the brilliant characterisation or good taste in ships and other fanfic writers just cannot pull this dynamic off okay, like

Like I genuinely don’t think anybody else can pull off this characterisation of how Kagami and Felix are in a way two sides of the same coin - they are both fully on the side of (their own idea of) Justice and they will be a little cruel if they need to be to do so, but at the same time they are both so dedicated to protecting the people they love - and this is the most interesting bit because I feel like what you’re implying is that if it’s for the people they love then Felix and Kagami actually both have the potential to become a bit of a hypocrite against their values (I mean Felix I think it’s almost outright confirmed he has/does this rn with him working for Monarque but I’m intrigued how far he will go), like not compromising on the bottom line, I think neither of them will ever compromise on what they think is Absolute Injustice, but they may compromise enough to bend their morals just a bit, so long as they don’t Cross That Line (for Kagami I wonder if she will ever even get near that line while for Felix I wonder if he’d be willing to move the line signpost by an inch or two)

While we are on the subject how dare you imply Felix has kept her at an arm’s length this whole time because he’s insecure about being a senti and now you’re going to have her take his ring, and he won’t just be hurt or betrayed (as you’ve hinted he kinda already expects the betrayal bc he knows where Kagami’s values stand) he will be humiliated just like Adrien neevr wanted LB to look at him like that (and LB doesn’t even KNOW-know), for Felix to have his deepest darkest secret blasted on full volume to the ONE PERSON he never wanted to find out, and for her look at him as if he was LESS of a human even if it was just for a moment, even if it is just in that second of the initial shock - I- I need a minute

No I’m genuinely tortured by this, I keep thinking of all the potentials of how that scene would go like just imagining- like how do amoks work? does Kagami realise whose amok it is the minute she touches it? I feel like Luka’s suspicion of her mean her betraying LB on a small-medium degree is inevitable, so this could be her moral bending point, her freaking out and deciding to keep Felix’s secret and taking a ring lookalike to LB instead which isn’t an amok and is just waved off as a sentimental ring of his mother’s.

(even better if Felix doesn’t know know that She Knows and continues with his farce none the wiser so Kagami has the time to adjust to the revelation and my boy is spared some PAIN)

And Kagami can rationalise it against her sense of justice because forcing someone to divulge information against their will is just evil, really, and she can’t let LB do that as she knows she inevitably will and it doesn’t hurt their cause for her not to know Felix is a senti so why not keep that on the downlow? Though I imagine it must absolutely backfire/blow up in her face later

(Also Luka would have no right to judge Kagami for keeping secrets to protect the ones she loves considering but I feel like he still totally would 😂 that would be funny if he called her out later and someone was like Uhhh pot meet kettle?)

BUT THEN there is the alternative where you don’t figure out whose amok it is when you touch it and I’m like does Kagami hand the ring to LB first without realising first and they all find out only when LB commands “Adrien” to come to their location?

Ngl part of me wants to see Kagami wounded by her own betrayal - like her being shocked and appalled when Felix is forced to show up instead of Adrien as they expected, seeing the humiliation and betrayal on his face, and LB obviously doesn’t care bc Felix isn’t Adrien, LB doesn’t think there’s any good in him, so she’s not gonna show mercy because this is her CHANCE to find out the truth, everything about their identities and hideout has all just fallen into her lap, she’s totally ready to force Felix to bend to her will and interrogate the pants off him, and HONESTLY I would metaphorically DIE if at that point Kagami just snaps ‘no’.

Like silk over steel low-key feral protective Kagami saying no you are not about to take away his free will I don’t care if it’s for the greater good or not, no okay, N - O, squaring off against feral vengeful LB who may just lose it and actually Hurt Her because she is so close, SO CLOSE, to finding out the name of the man she has to murder for her kitty and the girl she thought was her ally just cares about her villainous boyfriend. bug vs dragon almost fight over peacock’s ring? 😬

Lol also it would be funny if we had indignant Luka in the background like I TOLD U NOT TO TRUST HER (pot, kettle) and I can just imagine Felix dryly saying to Kagami ‘it’s a bit rich of you to try and stop her now when you’re the one who gave the ring to her in the first place’ (I’m so convinced sarcasm would be his coping mechanism 😭)

Like see this is the interesting thing about Felix and Kagami that we don’t have with the lovesquare, it’s seeing how they interact within the context of their clashing morals, bc LB and CN are usually morally aligned in that they agree on what is Right, but Kagami and Felix aren’t like that, they Really Do Not Agree on what’s Right so it’s interesting if/how far one or both will compromise for the other, and how that will affect their relationship with each other and others

But like I don’t even know if either of the two scenarios above are even close to the mark bc there are clearly so many layers to each of their characterisations and idk if I’m even interpreting half of it right, like but the beautiful thing us I could be totally wrong and still love them because you can tell you’ve put so much thought into their interactions and motivations

and I’m so sad about this like I’m so in love with a ship that’s doomed to exist only in this fic, do you know how tragic it is to be addicted to a drug with only ONE supplier for a limited period of time???? I guess I can kinda think of it as like shipping a movie ship but I still cannot get over this personal tragedy okay don’t judge me

To sum up I am more invested in this fic’s feligami than s5’s lovesquare at this point and honestly I feel victimised ;-;

YESSSS I GOT ANOTHER ONE!!! beloved anon, welcome to the feligami circus <3

the idea of feligami was born when i saw this in s4 "Gabriel Agreste." me and my sister thought it was hilarious how they glared at each other once, then ignored each other the rest of the time. idk if i've said this, but it's actually at my sister's request (plus my own wish fulfillment) i wrote feligami into one does not love breathing. (i tried to put them into my other fic What Makes a Monster last year, but had no room D: )

you really said what i love about my felix and kagami best. i'm just. in AWE. not only do you understand how i have them diametrically opposed as players in monarque & ladybug's game, but you also understand how they function as characters!! i don't even think i could have stated it better, really, which is why i was grinning like an idiot while reading your ask.

taking what you said about "it’s almost as if [kagami's] own hard edges recognise the soulmate in his sharp edges" & "FELIX HAS A HARDNESS AND SHARPNESS THAT MAKES HIM HIS OWN PERSON like not because she recognised Adrien easily!" -- THIS WAS IMPORTANT I'M RLY GLAD IT GOT TO YOU! something felix uses to his advantage is his identical appearance to adrien. take that away from him with kagami, and what does he really have left? this "levels the playing field" between them, so to say, and i think that was what initially drew him to kagami. that she could tell felix was felix not by recognizing adrien, but by seeing him for who he really is <3

"Kagami is Good with a little ruthless in her and Felix is Ruthless with a little good in him" <- aaahh this GOT me, anon! and it's why i ship them & made them main side characters in the fic. by placing them on opposing sides yet weaving their storylines together, we get to see them bring out their true selves in each other. felix needs that; he's always being sneaky/has a trick up his sleeve, while kagami is blunt and direct and doesn't put up with bs. the more involved they get with one another, the more we see them bringing out those opposing qualities in each other; felix coming clean, and kagami sneaking around as a double agent. makes me think of this line of analysis: "I think neither of them will ever compromise on what they think is Absolute Injustice, but they may compromise enough to bend their morals just a bit, so long as they don’t Cross That Line." YES ABSOLUTELY!!!! aaahahah it's SO fun to write anon!! i'm glad you enjoy it as much as i do heheheheh.

i do dare imply. i dare all the implications. you guys are getting pretty good at guessing what my plans are, i must say. i've even taken some of your theories/guesses/hypotheses and pasted them in my notes doc so i can pack more of a punch when the time comes :DD HOWEVER you will never get me to admit to anything! NEVER! but i can promise that it will hurt, yes. i can promise that whatever u think felix and kagami are planning, it will indeed blow up in their faces (rip to your metaphorical death, anon). and i also promise this fic gets softer. i swear. that goes for feligami as well ;))

i'm sorry for your struggles. thank you for loving my feligami as much as i do. we can be in the post odblb feligami desert together (until i write them into another fic, or find another BETTER one).

thank you for this essay anon it made my day <33 there's nothing i like better than reading analyses on my own work before it's even done. and also thank you for binge reading odnlb! i hope you're ok bc most people seem to not be & i'm really getting worried for you guys.

#felix graham de vanily #felix fathom #kagami tsurugi #feligami #argos #ryuko #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfic #odnlb #one does not love breathing #odnlb discussion #odnlb theories #odnlb analysis

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mimosasondeck · 4 months

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"Hello, old regret"

A/N: This is the very first fanfic I've ever written, so I hope that all the Aeon shippers can somewhat enjoy it :) This fanfic takes place during Resident Evil 4 when Ada and Leon finally meet face to face after 6 years (This is a whole what if type of fanfic).

"You're supposed to be dead y'know. Mind telling me what you're doing right in front of me?"

"If I told you I wanted to drop by to see you, would you believe me?"

"Not in the slightest."

Ada had already known the answer before it had left Leon's lips. Regardless, she felt a twinge of pain ricochet inside her being. She knew she'd be overthinking the thrumming in her body by the time she was out of Leon's view.

September 30th, 1998. A day full of regrets.

Meeting Leon was one of them.

She should've known from the beginning the type of person Leon was, but she didn't. He was an enigma she couldn't completely piece together, with or without her spy gadgets. She felt humiliated with herself knowing that she let a stray man into her heart in an instant.

Was it the strongly emotional yet innocent look in his eyes, his determination to see justice prevail, or maybe it was the handsomely face attached to his body that enticed Ada?

She didn't know the answer to that question but decided on all three factors.

From a young age she knew that in her line of work she couldn't just be buddy buddy with every person she interacted with. She knew where to draw the line as to not let them in to what her real objectives were, and for the longest time that is what has kept her alive.

She was a liar, a manipulative one who would use her quick wit to get anything done her way in the name of getting the job done. So why, of all days, would she suddenly break from her norm to entertain the ideals of a young rookie who wanted to play the hero?

Maybe, she thought, she was getting tired of playing the same game of charades over and over. The zombie apocalypse was an overall great excuse to break said cycle.

To think that in the end she knew she'd still betray him and ended up getting hurt both emotionally and physically.

"Not in the slightest."

Ada finally snaps back from her thoughts and looks Leon over for the first time in 6 years.

In the end, she's surmised that while Leon has definitely grown as in both body and mind, he still has much more growing to do to accommodate his cerulean eyes. As she gazes into them, she can't help but miss the young rookie she met years ago. Yet how could one not change when having experienced first-hand the horrors of Raccoon City.

She notices the way Leon is looking her over. A sharp yet calculative look in his eyes catching any stray moves Ada could throw his way, but she doesn't so much as move an inch the entire time.

As they soon get ready to go their separate ways, Ada can't help but look back towards Leon from the window she's perched on and gives him a strong look of longing thinking what could've been. Before he notices her staring at him, she jumps from her spot on the windowsill and continues moving forward onto her mission.

As Leon looks up from his spot on the floor, he can't help but to think of the complicated relationship he and Ada have found themselves in. He wonders if in maybe another universe, what happened in Raccoon City could've ended differently.

'How ridiculous, that woman likes keeping her secrets deep within her.'

As he rids the thought from his head, he too marches forward in the search of the Presidents daughter. As he moves, he counts on Ada's promise of giving him the "greeting" he'd been looking for the next time they meet.

A/N: If you've made it this far thank you so much for reading :)) I'll try to write as much as possible to get a hang of it and it'd be nice if you guys could give me some constructive criticism. Again, thanks and have a lovely day <3

#resident evil 2 #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil 4 separate ways #leon s kennedy #ada wong #aeon #ada x leon

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Hi idk if you are taking requests or not but can you make an angst fic where y/n (OR OMG FEYRE) and azriel are going behind rhys's back and rhys and reader are mates. Maybe like rhys goes "So Az this is what you really meant by 'I think the cauldron making a mistake?' The mistake was that my mate shouldve been yours?' And az and reader or feyre just say idgaf we love eachother and just omg rhys spiralling and them saying we should prolly stay apart for his wellbeing but i still love you???

too much?

I am 100% a Feysand shipper, but it is really interesting to write about Feyre and Azriel. Hope you like it. This is btw inspired by a scene from The Crown.

Feyzriel | Morning, Noon and Night

type: angst warnings: curse words, betrayal, cheating word count: 800 words

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The High Lord’s power stretched out like a dark cloud, enveloping Feyre and Azriel, making their stomachs churn and twist.

“I demand an explanation from you!” Rhysand shouted, his voice bouncing of the wall and rumbling through the wall. The power that rang with it could shake the Illyrian mountains.

Not for once had Azriel and Feyre believed that they could keep their relationship a secret–yet they had hoped. That hope had vanished just like every happy feeling they had once felt. Their betrayal became public.

“Why do you this?” Rhysand growled and snapped his head into the direction of Azriel. He grabbed the shadowsinger by his arm, glowering into his eyes.

Azriel shoved the High Lord backwards, his features nothing but pure rage. “Because I care about her. Morning, noon and night I care about her. I love her with my whole heart and she does too.” Azriel’s shadows encircled him, crawling up their owner and forming something like a protective armor.

“You are just too blind to see it. With what you are saying you hurt her. And if you hurt here, if you hurt Feyre, you hurt me.”

Azriel pointed at his chest, right to the spot above his heart.

Rhysand closed his eyes, fighting against the rage burning inside him. The veins in his neck and on his forehead popped, his hands forming fists at his side.

“You are stealing my wife. You are stealing my mate, my High Lady and you dare speak about me hurting you!” the High Lord growled, shouting.

“It wasn’t his choice. Azriel is who I want. He is the one where my loyalties lie. I…The cauldron must have made a mistake.” Feyre stepped forward, leaving some distance between her and the shadowsinger to not enrage Rhysand anymore.

“I am the father of your son—“ “Don’t bring Nyx into this!” Feyre’s voice trembled, her legs feeling wobbly. Azriel wanted to reach over, hold her, but through mind-to-mind talk Feyre stopped him. They couldn’t do this to Rhysand in that moment.

“I am the male the Cauldron has chosen for you. I am the one you accepted the bond with. You fucking betrayed me. My brother and my mate. Was this what you meant when you said that the Cauldron made a mistake—that you deserved what his mine, Azriel?” the High Lord once again addressed Azriel, stepping forward and poking his index finger into the shadowsinger’s chest.

“You cannot blame him. I am the one who chose him as well. I am the one who betrayed her husband, her mate. Don’t put all the blame on him, Rhysand.” The High Lord’s gaze snapped to his High Lady’s, tears brimming his eyes. His mouth opened and he shouted, shouted so loudly that the cutlery in the kitchen rattled.

“Did you ever love me? Or was it all fake? Was it all fake from the first moment on? Every I love you? Every nice little thing you told me? Did you fake it all just so you could be close to him?”

Power once again radiated from the fuming High Lord. Azriel sucked in a sharp breath, his own hands forming fists at his side.

“I loved you, Rhysand. More than anything. I loved you for centuries, but I started falling out of love with you in the last decades. I am so sorry, I wish it had been different. I wish I could have—“ “Spare me with this bullshit,” Rhysand spat and slammed his hands over his face. A sob left him that made both Feyre and Azriel’s chests clench.

“Rhys—“ “Don’t,” Rhysand said and lifted a hand. “Don't talk to me now. Don’t ever talk to me again. You two truly deserve each other. Leave, leave this place. Leave Velaris and leave me alone. I never want to see you again.”

It was the last thing their two of them heard before black mist appeared and the High Lord was gone, vanished into thin air.

It was then that Feyre let her tears run free, sobbing. Azriel wrapped her into his arms, held her till there were no tears left to cry. Her shoulders still shook when they started talking—talking about what they should do from now on.

“I love you so much, but you know what we have to do now,” Azriel whispered, his own shoulders, trembling.

Feyre dipped her chin and wiped a hand over her tear-streaked cheek. “I love you, Azriel.” “And I will come find you. I will find you again, Feyre. I will come for you. Please—“ Azriel’s voice broke, scarred, trembling fingers curling around Feyre’s wrists. He pulled the female to his chest and kissed her forehead. “Please wait for me.”

#feyzriel #feyre #azriel #acotar #acosf

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A Choice is Not A Choice If There Isn’t One

Disclaimer: I am not a Feysand shipper nor will I ever be. If anything I’m an anti of their ship because of how Rhys’s actions are casually swept under the rug and how they both enable each other. But I wanted to do this fic, because one thing ACOSF was missing g was true accountability for what Rhys did to Feyre, so I decided to write it myself, because Feyre deserved better than that.)

Feyre felt as if there was a sharp punch to her gut, breathing became difficult as she put her hand on her abdomen where her child was growing, his wings brushing against them as she turned the conversation with Nesta over and over in her mind.

Her baby, her precious baby boy, would kill her. and from the moment Nesta had told her that, she knew deep down that she was telling the truth. What reason did she have to lie? Especially about the safety of her child. About Feyre’s own life.

He lied. Rhys had lied. And while it left a bad taste in her mouth that Nesta had told her the way she did, she knew who the real person to blame was. Her mate. The one who had promised her forever. Promised that she would always have a choice, What good was a choice if there wasn’t one? How long had he known that this information? How long had he been telling others not to tell her about the danger to her own life? Her own sisters amongst them. Her own family had kept this from her. They had had no right to.

“Come home. We can talk.” Rhys had said when she had used her daemati powers to connect with Rhys, silent tears falling from her eyes. The guilt she saw in Nesta‘s for not keeping it from her, but from telling her. From telling her…

Had Feyre pushed her away so much that Nesta didn’t feel like she would take her word over Rhys’s? Did it even matter in the grand scheme of things?

Feyre let out a sob, cursing the fact that she was on limited magic, as she made her way to the riverhouse. Rhys already waiting for her by the door. Anger plastered on his face. What the fuck did he have to be angry about? He wasn’t the one who just found out that his mate and the people he considered family had kept a huge secret about their child from him. It even stung that he was the first to know.

Why had he not confessed this when he had told her they may be some complications from her pregnancy? There was a major difference between complications and literal death. She had almost no survival rate, no chance of making it out of this alive. And he had kept that from her. Her stomach turned at the thought.

She took the steps one at a time, Rhys’s violet eyes flickering towards her. Those eyes that usually thrilled her, now making the fire inside of her burn fiercer than it ever had been.

“We should go inside and talk.” He suggested. Paint still stained her clothes, her hands. She swore some was smudged on her face and she was so tired, so fucking tired. But this conversation would not wait until morning. She refused to go to bed with the man before her. An illusion of the husband she once knew because her Rhysand would never lie to her the way this one had. Or perhaps-perhaps she had been so blind all along.

She walked up the steps, brushing past him making her way to their office as she whipped around until they were face to face, letting every ounce of her anger show.

“Start talking.” She commanded, crossing her arms over her chest, careful not to smear the paint further.

“Nesta shouldn’t have told you.” He started, but she cut him off at that statement.

“You’re right, she shouldn’t have told me.” Feyre agreed as she swore she felt Rhys relax a bit. Before she continued.

“Because she shouldn’t have had to tell me, she shouldn’t have had to keep that big of a secret. Because you should have told me, you should have told me as soon as you knew. And you should have told me before you told anyone else. You should have gave me a choice in my own child’s life. You should have gave me a choice when it came to my own life, but you didn’t and that’s why were here. Not because of Nesta, but because of you. Because of what you did. You can blame her for her faults but you can not blame her for your own.”

“Feyre.” He whispered, reaching towards her. She took a step back.

“Don’t.” She warned. “I don’t want you to touch me right now.”

Rhys gritted his teeth, seeming unsure of what to do next, but Feyre held her ground.

“You can’t just come back from this.” Feyre breathed, struggling to catch her breath as she sat down. “You can’t just pretend that everything is okay. You can’t just pretend that you didn’t do something horrendous. And you can’t blame anyone for this then yourself.”

“Feyre-” He tried again, wanting to say more before the door opened and Azriel stepped through, his eyes taking in the scene. She sighed as Azriel went up to her in a flash. Concern in his eyes.

“Are you alright?” He asked as Feyre drew in a breath. Assessing her feelings before she answered,

“I’ve had better days.” She admitted to him without wanting to say too much, but that was the last thing she wanted to talk about right now.

Not when everything was so uncertain and hanging in the air. Not after the huge argument that she had had with her sister. She needed to talk with her first. Needed to soothe this over, perhaps she could stay at the House of Wind tonight with her so she could have some time to thing, because the last place she wanted to be was anywhere near her mate. The one who had promised to always be honest with her, only to break that promise to her the first chance something serious came up. Something life threatening.

“But I don’t want to talk about this right now. Where is my sister? Is she alright? She ran out of Amren’s apartment before I could get the chance to talk with her.”

Azriel’s eyes flickered to Rhys’s making Feyre’s temper flare. How dare he dismiss her and go straight to Rhys. She was High Lady and she had power here as well. She straightened pinning him with her gaze.

“Azriel.” She warned making him turn his attention back to her. “Where is my sister?”

“She’s with Cassian.” Azriel answered. A vague, but to the point answer. One that she didn’t entirely believe.

“So she’s back at the house. Perfect. Can you winnow me to her, I really have to talk to her.”

A hesitant look shot over Azriel’s face, but he didn’t dare look at Rhys when he answered,

“They’re not at the house.” Azriel vaguely answered. She was tired of the vague answers the sympathetic stares.

“What do you mean? Where else would Cassian take her? Unless-Did she go to that Gods damned tavern?”

Rage filled Feyre, not at the fact that her sister had probably went there, but at the fact that Rhys’s omission of the truth had put them all in this position in the first place.

Had she really portrayed herself as so vulnerable that her own mate couldn’t have told her the Gods damned truth? Had she tried to separate herself from her sisters so much that they felt like they couldn’t be honest with her or had she not stood up to Rhys enough? Had let his passive aggressive behavior go on for so long that both sisters found him as a threat if they even stepped one toe out of line?

How had they gotten here? Feyre laid a hand gently on her abdomen. Her baby boy, her life or rather what would be left of it when she was gone. When they both were gone.

“She’s not at the tavern.” He answered.

“Where is she? Where is my sister?” Feyre sobbed. She hadn’t meant to cry. It was just so overwhelming.

Azriel finally gazed at Rhysand then. It was the only answer she needed as she whirled around on him, her anger at its crescendo.

“What. Did.You.Do?“ she growled, knowing her sisters sudden disappearance was probably his doing.

“Feyre, Darling please. This anger is not good for you or the baby.”

“You don’t think I know that? Tell me where my sister is Rhys or so help me God I will-“

Rhys put his hands up, a gesture of surrender.

“She’s with Cassian. I’m not sure where exactly, but he took her out of the city.”

“And why would he do that? He knows how fragile of a state she’s in right now.”

Rhys took a deep breath as he answered,

“Because I told him to.”

Feyre’s eyes widened, a number of emotions running through her.

“You told him to take her out of the city. What exactly did you say? Show me so I know you’re not lying.” She demanded reaching out her hand, the only physical touch she would allow from him right now. “Better yet show me everything. Everything you’ve been keeping from me.”

Pain and guilt ran over Rhys, she could taste them on her tongue as he slipped his clammy hand in hers, an array of visions hitting her at once as she gasped, dropping his hand and taking a step back from him.

This…this was the worst pain she had ever felt from him. The worst kind of betrayal, anger so potent shot through the bond from her as she made him feel all of it so intense that even hatred ran from it. Rhys didn’t even dare to move.

“Feyre, I can-“

She held up her hand. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to drop that Gods damned exile on my sister. I can’t believe you did that because she had the courage to do what you didn’t.”

“She did it to hurt you!“ He shouted, but she be damned if he worked his way out of this one.

“That may be the case, but you keeping it from me also hurt me, Rhysand. You are my husband, my mate. The one who swore never to lie to me. But you did.”

“Feyre, I-“

“Find somewhere else to sleep tonight, I can’t stand the sight of you right now.” Her eyes flickered to Azriel. “Take him with you, but don’t take him to the House of Wind, I don’t want him anywhere near it in case Cassian brings Nesta back tonight.”

She whirled to Rhys, “And if you lay one had on my sister in retaliation for telling me, I will not be kind about it. She is my family. And though she may not show her love in the ways you all do, it’s still there somewhere. Now get out of my sight.”

“Feyre, Can we-“

“I told you to back off. I told you that this was between my family and me, but you wouldn’t listen. You went against all of my wishes and I will never forgive you for it as long as we live. Consider this an act of kindness, Mate.”

Rhys nodded not daring to say a word as Feyre drew her head up and went to her room to go contact Cassian to make sure her sister was okay.

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CELEB LEVI X CELEB READER:

✨ So Levi is a singer and a dencer and you're a famous actor popular for your roles in American Horror Story, Gossip Girl Reboot, Bridgerton and New Girl (imagine the uber popular celeb life yall)

✨ You and Levi met at an award ceremony, and it was obvious even before yall met youd get along well

✨ You both fangirl over each other (you do it more expressively). Levi always goes off about how much he likes your roles in AHS (I hc hed love that show in a modern au), and you recommend his songs a lot

✨ Let's say yall met at the Met Gala. You reached out to him first. Yall complimented each other's costumes and work and yall were interested in each other since day 1

✨ Levi was super comfy with you, and you two chatted the entire Met Gala event

✨ The rest is history

✨ Levi as a celeb keeps a lot of his life private, and would want a secret relationship. You respected his choices, but you wanted to go public

✨ So you two compromise. Youd date secretly for a while and then go public, but even when you do, it wouldn't be an extravagant relationship

✨ TOO FUCKING BAD! The fans notice right away when smth seems different with Levi and I feel like Levi's fandom had some of the most eagle eyed fans

✨ Levi drops his first ever romantic song in all his years of being a singer and it's so heartfelt and deep ppl raised eyebrows. Naturally, everyone came to a conclusion that he has a secret lover

✨ Ofc, you were moved that your precious boyfie wrote a song for you and hyped it tf up on social media, which reminded the internet about how chatty you were at the Met Gala, and so, the shippers and the rumors fly

✨ It wasn't the biggest Hollywood rumor of the year, but ppl did discuss it

✨ You and Levi didn't confirm any suspicions, but you winked at them. There was no PDA on camera, but you were always at the same table during ceremonies. You followed each other on social media and promoted each other's projects. Whenver you were out with your friends, Levi would be tagged cuz he's welcome in your friend group

✨ What made the rumor blow up? When ppl noticed yall wearing the same shit. Why does Levi have the same bracelet as you, and why do you have the same shirt as him?

✨ What was the last straw that made yall reveal yourselves? When ppl heard your voice for a like 5 secs in Levi's insta story

✨ Levi was both impressed and annoyed at his sharp eyed fanbase

✨ You two revealed yourselves in an insta story where you held hands

✨ CONGRATS NOW YOU'RE THE NEXT POWER COUPLE

✨ Levi holds your hand in public and you're always super close to each other. He smiles the most around you, and though he never uses pet names, he refers to you as "his S/O"

✨ You guys make fun of each other cuz cmon man this is Levi ofc hes mean to his lover

✨ You two >>>>> Beyonce and JayZ

#captain levi fanfiction #levi aot #captain levi x reader #levi x y/n #levi x reader

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Five years ago, the women on this site who treated me like trash over loving Labyrinth and shipping Jareth/Sarah were almost always obliviously consuming Radfem propaganda, or were out and out Radfems/Terfs themselves.

They were the types of people who casually threw the word “pedophile” around against grown women who shipped an adult Sarah with Jareth, aka literally one of the most popular ships for women in fandom for 30 years.

Pretty much invariably, these women had serious sex-negative anxieties, which included a severe paranoia about any and all kink and fetish, and porn in general. I saw a lot of shocking, fear-mongering propaganda surrounding sexual expression. Pretty much invariably, their method of approach involved immediate personal shock-value attacks on anyone they perceived to be “bad.”

Today, you can look at the way some people react to other popular so-called “problematic” ships and recognize the same toxic, fear-mongering rhetoric coming from women who consider themselves regular, trans-inclusive feminists. Sometimes it even manifests in the words of very well-meaning people (including myself here), who feel the need to talk about specific issues that pertain to their own experiences of trauma and oppression.

The people who shit on Labyrinth often seem to not really be able to comprehend that the Goblin King, like the film itself, is canonically a representation of a teen girl’s psyche, a soup of fears and anxieties and desires and dreams. He’s not a literal human adult preying on a literal child, and to read the film that way seriously undermines the entire point of the film.

When I (and people of many fandoms) say “This is fiction, calm down,” I’m not just saying it’s not real so it cant hurt you and you can’t criticize me. I’m trying to call attention to what fiction actually is - artistic representations of feelings and experiences. The Goblin King is Sarah’s fiction. Therefore, he can be anything she or any woman who identifies with her wants him to be, including her lover when she’s grown and ready for such a thing.

I once took an alarming dive into Beetlejuice fandom to see what content was there (the cartoon was a favorite when I was little). Chillingly, what you’ll find is an extremely wounded fanbase, with a sharp divide between the older women who had long been shipping BJ/Lydia because of their love for the cartoon series (and whom were previously the vast majority of the Beetlejuice fandom), and a massive amount of young people riding the wave of the musical fad who had decided that the entire old school Beetlejuice fandom was populated by literal pedophiles.

I saw death threats. Suicide baiting. Constant, constant toxic discourse. It did not matter how the BJ/Lydia fandom dealt with any particular issues that would exist in their ship, in fact I’m certain that the people abusing them cared very little to even consider if they were trying to handle it at all. The only thing that mattered was that they were disgusting subhuman scum asking for abuse. If you have at any time reblogged recent Beetlejuice fan art or content from fans of the musical, you have more than likely been engaging positively with the content of someone participating in toxic fandom behavior.

Nobody is really sticking up for them, either, as far as I saw. It’s really hard to imagine how painful it must be to have such a large group of people explode into into your relatively private fandom space to tell you that you are evil, vile, and deserve constant abuse, and also you are no longer allowed into the fandom space to engage in it’s content. But I think there’s something very alarming indeed about this happening specifically to the BJ fandom, and I’ll explain why.

The pop-culture characterization of Beetlejuice, which is heavily influenced by the cartoon series to be clear, has always in my mind been a vaguely ageless being who matches with the psychological maturity of whatever age Lydia is supposed to be. He’s more or less like an imaginary friend, a manifestation of Lydia’s psyche. In fact, I would argue that i think most of us who grew up with the cartoon or it’s subsequent merchandizing before the musical ever existed probably internalized the idea as BJ and Lydia as this ageless, salt-and-pepper-shaker couple beloved by the goth community, similar to Gomez and Morticia. In each version of canon he may be a creepy ghost in the literal sense, but any adult who is capable of identifying literary tropes (even just subconciously) would read cartoon!BJ as an artistic representation of a socially awkward outcast girl’s inner world. Lydia’s darker dispositions and interests, which alienate her from most others, are freely accepted and embraced by her spooky magical friend. BJ/Lydia in the cartoon were depicted as best friends, but to my memory there was always an underlying sense that they had secret feelings for each other, which I identified easily even as a small child. In fact, their dynamic and behavior perfectly reflected the psychological development of the show’s target demographic. They are best friends who get into adventures and learning experiences together, who have delicate feelings for each other but lack any true adult romantic/sexual understanding to acknowledge those feelings, let alone pursue them.

Though I haven’t seen the Musical yet, I’ve read the wiki and I would argue that it embodies this exact same concept even more so for it’s own version of the characters, in that Beetlejuice specifically exists to help Lydia process her mother’s death.

This is not a complicated thing to recognize and comprehend whatsoever. In fact, it looks downright blatant. It’s also a clear indicator of what BJ/Lydia means to the women who have long loved it. It was a story about a spooky wierd girl being loved and accepted and understood for who she was, and it gave them a sense of solidarity. It makes perfect sense why those women would stick with those characters, and create a safe little space for themselves to and imagine their beloved characters growing and having adult lives and experiencing adult drama, in just the same ways that the women of the Labyrinth fandom do. That’s all these women were doing. And now, they can’t do it without facing intense verbal violence. That safe space is poisoned now.

Having grown up with the cartoon as one of my favorites and been around goth subculture stuff for decades, I was actually shocked and squicked at the original Beetlejuice film’s narrative once I actually saw it, because it was extremely divorced from what these two characters had evolved into for goth subculture and what they meant to me. It’s not telling the same story, and is in fact about the Maitland's specifically. In pretty much exactly the same way two different versions of Little Red Riding Hood can be extremely different from each other, the film is a different animal. While I imagine that the film version has been at the heart of a lot of this confused fear-mongering around all other versions of the characters, I would no more judge different adaptations of these characters any more than I would condemn a version of Little Red in which Red and the Wolf are best friends or lovers just because the very first iteration of LRRH was about protecting yourself from predators.

I would even argue that the people who have engaged in Anti-shipper behavior over BJ/Lydia are in intense denial over the fact that BJ being interested in Lydia, either as blatant predatory behavior a la the film or on a peer level as in the cartoon (and musical?) is an inextricable part of canon. Beetlejuice was always attracted to Lydia, and it was not always cute or amusing. Beetlejuice was not always a beloved buddy character, an in fact was originally written as a gross scumbag. That’s just what he was. Even people engaging with him now by writing OC girlfriends for him (as stand-ins for the salt-and-pepper-shaker space Lydia used to take up, because obviously that was part of the core fun of the characters), or just loving him as a character, are erasing parts of his character’s history in order to do so. They are actively refusing to be held responsible for being fans of new version of him despite the fact that he engaged in overt predatory behavior in the original film. In fact, I would venture to say that they are actively erasing the fact that Musical Beetliejuice tried to marry a teenager and as far as I’m aware, seemed to like the idea (because he’s probably a fucking figment of her imagination but go off I guess). The only reason they can have a version of this character who could be perceived as “buddy” material is because...the cartoon had an impact on our pop cultural perception of what the character and his dynamic with Lydia is.

We can have a version of the Big Bad Wolf who’s a creepy monster. We can have a version who’s sweet and lovable. We can have a version that lives in the middle. We can have a version who’s a hybrid between Red and the Wolf (a la Ruby in OUAT). All of these things can exist in the same world, and can even be loved for different reasons by the same people.

I’ve been using Beetlejuice as an example here because it’s kind of perfect for my overall point regarding the toxic ideologies in fandom right now across many different spaces, including ones for progressive and queer media, and how much so many people don’t recognize how deeply they’ve been radicalized into literalist and sex-negative radfem rhetoric, to the point where we aren’t allowed to have difficult, messy explorations of imperfect, flawed humans, and that art is never going to be 100% pure and without flaw in it’s ability to convey what it wants to convey.

This includes the rhetoric I’ve seen across the board, from She-Ra to A:TLA to Star Wars to Lovecraft Country. We don’t talk about the inherent malleable, subjective, or charmingly imperfect nature of fiction any more. Transformation and reclamation are myths in this space. Everything is in rigid categories. It is seemingly very difficult for some of these people to engage with anything that is not able to be clearly labeled as one thing or another (see the inherent transphobic and biphobic elements of the most intense rhetoric). They destroy anything they cannot filter through their ideology. When women act in a way that breaks from their narrative of womanhood (like...not having a vagina), then those women must be condemned instead of understood. Anything that challenges them or makes them uncomfortable is a mortal sin. There is an extraordinary level of both hypocrisy and repressive denial that is underlying the behavior I’m seeing now. Much like toxic Christian conservatism, these people often are discovered engaging in the same behaviors and interests that they condemn behind closed doors (or just out of sheer cognitive dissonance). As an example, one of the people who talked shit to me about Labyrinth was a huge fan of Kill La Kill, which to my knowledge was an anime about a teenage girl in like, superpowered lingere (hence why I stayed the fuck away from that shit myself). Indeed, they even allow themselves plenty of leeway for behavior far worse than they condemn others for, and create support systems for the worst of their own abusers.

Quite frankly, I’m tired. Instead of talking about theoretical problematic shit, we need to start talking about quantifiable harm. Because as far as I can tell, the most real, immediate, and quantifiable harm done because of anybody’s favorite ships or pieces of media seems to consistently be the kind that’s done to the people who experience verbal violence and abuse and manipulation and suicide baiting and death threats from the people who have a problem.

#Beetlejuice #Labyrinth #toxic fandom

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A Master List of Ever’s Fics

G-Rated:

Wind-Songs in the Pines

Pairings: Zutara, minor Sukka

Summary: Life on idyllic Kyoshi Island hasn't been the same for Katara since her mother passed away. Still, she has high hopes for the future: college, a career, world travel... Confident in her intelligence and armed with a keen sense of confidence, Katara aims to accomplish all of this and more. But always on the periphery is Zuko with his knife-sharp intelligence and his knack for showing up whenever there's trouble. Katara knows what he represents, and it's nothing that bodes well for her plans.

Critical Information: This is an Anne of Green Gables-inspired AU! (No background knowledge of AOGG necessary.) REALLY fun, super sweet! Give this baby some love!

Status: In progress

The Answer

Pairings: Zutara

Summary: Mai, Katara, and the moments where yes was not the answer. (And the moment where it was the only answer.)

Status: Completed; short one-shot

T-Rated:

All the Lights are Shining

Pairings: Zutara, minor Sukka, minor Tyzula

Summary: The amber-eyed woman can’t help the smirk that tugs at her lips. She’s looking to help Zuko to do something of a one-eighty in his love life. That means any girl he gets involved with must also be a one-eighty from Mai. Though Azula treasures Mai, loves her dearly, even, she and Zuko had been a poor match, a miscalculation that Azula does not intend to make again.

“Listen,” Azula says with a sigh. “He comes off surly and prickly, but he’s not. He’s shy and he lacks the confidence to talk to pretty girls. If you’re interested in him, you’ll have to make the first move.”

Blue Eyes scoffs a laugh. “I’ve dated guys like your brother before,” she says. “I won’t make that mistake again. Hard pass.”

Zuko just wants to get through the winter solstice without acknowledging its existence. Thanks to Uncle, Azula, and a secret society, he may just end up getting into the holiday spirit and finding exactly what he wasn't looking for in the first place.

Critical Information: Rating may change

Status: In progress

Your Soul has Crushed Mountains

Pairings: Minor Zutara, minor Sukka

Summary: “It never turns out to be what people make it out to be does it?” she says. “Life, I mean. Five years ago we were all just trying to make it to the next day in one piece and now…”

“Now we don’t know what to do with the multitude of days that follow.”

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Or: Five years post-war, six young women learn the advantages of being what and who they are.

Critical Information: A post-war fix-it fic that focuses on female friendships and giving the ladies of ATLA better endings than the creators gave them. Because we all know Bry.ke shafted them. It’s my intention to keep romantic storylines to a minimum, but there will be some because I am a hopeless Zutara and Sukka shipper.

Status: In progress

Partners in Learning

Pairings: Zutara

Summary: All of Izumi’s teachers prior to this one have used the term “partners in learning.” But never before has it seemed true. And now, here he is, eyeballs deep in markers and glitter glue, somehow the most involved parent in the classroom.

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In which Izumi idolizes her new teacher and Zuko falls a little bit in love.

Critical Information: single dadko; minor character death

Status: Completed; long one-shot

Kisses

Pairings: Zutara

Summary: A series of Zutara kisses inspired by prompts given to me on Tumblr.

Status: In progress

Ten Strides in the Right Direction

Pairings: Zutara, minor Sukka

Summary: These coming days will bring darkness and destruction, but if these little flecks of happiness continue to blaze through the bleak blackness, then nothing that is bad will prevail.

Critical Information: Book 3 AU

Status: Completed

M-Rated

Covered in You

Pairings: Zutara, mentions of Sukka

Summary: Zuko can’t keep a Southern Water Tribe ambassador to save his life. Ten years post-war and he’s gone through eight of them. They all keep leaving to get married and start families. The Fire Lord is getting desperate.

Critical Information: Ambassador Katara and Fire Lord Zuko; post-canon fix-it; so much pining it’s a forest...like...a REALLY dense forest

Status: Completed

Lost in You Still

Pairings: Zutara, minor Sukka, minor Kata.ang, minor Ma.iko

Summary: Something unknown and unspoken is entombed underneath it all. It’s calling to her, daring her to burrow deeper, enticing her with the temptation to unbury something well-hidden and deeply felt. And Zuko has long been such an enigma, such a beacon in her life that Katara dares, just for one moment, to reach out and touch that unknown emotion, brushing the edges of it with her subconscious.

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The night after the final Agni Kai sends out shockwaves that ripple into the future and demolish several idealized views of destiny.

Critical Information: Infidelity, major character death, post canon fix-it except I set everything on fire and it hurts. If you’d like to read this and want a hand to hold, my ask box and DMs are open.

Status: Complete

A Delicate Balance

Pairings: Zutara, minor Sukka

Summary: Katara is a person of layers and complexity as much as Zuko is, but something about the way he casts his golden eyes at her often makes her feel like he can peel her defenses back and see right to the center of her soul. Exchanging one glance with him can induce her to feel utterly bare and startlingly seen—for everything that she is.

There are some things Katara doesn’t talk to Zuko about. The way she feels when he looks at her is one of them.

Or, the twenty-four hours that change the dynamics of a relationship.

Critical Information: Modern AU, friends to lovers

Status: Completed

#evergreen writes #zutara

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