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nagazmulagan · 5 months

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DISTANT RIVER. 🫧

...i still feel the chill

as i reveal my shame to you...

it just seemed that no matter how far he'd go, all roads eventually brought him to you; his river of life, overflowing with desire and unexplainable glow. in his eyes - you were a deity, and he; a mere follower. and yone was about to show you once again how you should be treated for the whole eternity.

— heartsteel yone x reader smut, established relationship, reader is afab, kinda modern au, kinda kpop related activities, a little bit of praise and teasing, missionary, kitchen counter fucking??, kinda sequel to my previous post, cunnilingus, fingering, vaginal sex, mentions of cervix fucking, sweet aftercare, sweet yone, i just love yone, not proofread.

an: this wouldn't exist if one of you anons wouldn't compliment my work!! thank you for the support and i love you so much. i hope you will like this one as much as you liked the previous one 🫶 btw i wrote this late at night before sleep lol also i kinda feel that the end is meh

"you're going on a tour? again?", you sighed, looking at your significant other with annoyed gaze. "you've already been on a few. is this really necessary?", you asked, grasping yone's hand and pulling him towards you, and he lowered his gaze. "i'm sorry, love. i have no control over it, and if it were up to me, i wouldn't go. but i cannot just ditch my work, sugar", yone said, caressing your cheek with his free hand.

"i know, i'm sorry, i just don't want you to be far away from me for such a long time", you replied, leaning into the idol'd touch. it was hard for you to accept the situation. no one would be satisfied if they had so little time with their beloved as you did with yone. you supported him, obviously, occasionally scolding him because of his training and work ethic, which made you spend less and less time with him. yone always tried to make up for the time lost, though. if he was somewhere overseas, he brought you every souvenir that he'd think you like or anything that reminded him of you. he also texted you almost all the time when he was staying longer at the studio to create a new masterpiece with his band members.

yone placed a light kiss on your forehead, stopping your train of thought. "i'm going to leave tomorrow morning and probably be back in two weeks. i feel bad about leaving you here all by yourself.", yone said, taking both of your hands into his own and placing another feather-like kiss to the tip of your nose. you sighed quietly, looking right into his eyes. "then i'd like to make as much as i can of our time together.", you whispered, letting go of his hands and closing the distance between you two.

you kissed yone. and through the kiss, both he and you could feel the yearning and longing that you've felt. the swordsman's hands travelled down your body, caressing every curve he found. he held your chin and deepened the kiss, making you release a quiet moan, which now made yone sure about your intentions. he pulled away for you for a second, his gaze meeting yours. yone placed his forehead on yours, swiftly kissed you again, and then he picked you up by your tights, squeezing then a little harshly, which made you hold your breath.

you wrapped your limbs around him, letting yone support your weight entirely. where he was heading - you didn't know, but your first good guess was any sturdy surface; and that happened to be the kitchen counter. and as soon as yone placed you on top of it, his lips found the way to yours once again. he kissed you with such a fervour that you could barely keep up with breathing. you placed your hands behind his neck, and he moved his mouth on your cheek, making a trail of kisses to your ear. "then i shall make it so remarkable that it will be the only thing on your mind for the next week.", yone whispered right into your ear, the he lighly nibbed your earlobe.

yone wasn't usually the type who would talk dirty in bed - he would praise you most of the time. but when he did, then oh boy; you'd practically feel a whole ocean flowing down from your center. and this time wasn't different - barely one sentence almost made you soaked in your own juices, and yone didn't even touch you properly.

the idol moved his kisses down your neck, unbuttoning your blouse slowly at the same time. he was so delicate - like you'd break if he pressed too hard. after he was done with the buttons, he gently took the clothing off you, and threw it onti the floor; which was unusual. yone was always proper and a perfectionist, so this action made you realise that he wants it as badly as you do.

with the new uncovered area, the swordsman was quick to get his hands all over yours, his touches getting more and more impatient. he massaged your arms, never stopping his assault of kisses down your body. his mouth stopped at your bra – a pretty, red laced piece. yone, realising that the bra is the only thing keeping you hidden away from his lusting gaze, with just a swift move, torn your bra off. "hey, that was one of my favourites, yone!", you exclaimed, which only made him chuckle. he placed his head between your breasts, his hands sliding down to your waist. "and i can buy you thousands of them. though, i definitely prefer to see you without anything keeping your beauty from me, darling." was his only reply before his tongue latched itself on one of your nipples and his teeth brushing over, which made you moan. yone didn't want to leave the second one unattended, so one of his hands started to knead gently the flesh and pinch your other nipple.

you can't deny – it felt amazing, but it wasn't enough for you now. if he was supposed to be gone for so long, you wanted him to be in each and every part of your body, until your senses and thoughts would become only yone. he seemed to realise this, too. after a while more of tending to your breasts, he pulled back to take a good look at you and your exposed upper body. and you swear that the bewildered look on yone's face was something you'd cherish forever. the swordsman could admire your beauty for hours – but he knew that he'd better start tending to the other parts of your body; for example, your pussy.

yone could tell that the cotton fabric of your panties and the jeans have been slowly becoming uncomfortable, his first instinct was to take them off you as quickly as possible – and he was just about to do that, when your hands stopped his antics. he pulled away from you, once again, worried that he'd crossed some kind of boundary. "am i moving too fast? i'm sorry, love, i-", you shut him up quickly, placing your palm over his. "no, no, absolutely not. that is not the case. it's just- i will be naked soon, and you are still fully clothed..", you said, suddenly bashful. yone felt as if a weight was lifted of his shoulders – if he'd ever hurt you, that was something he would never forgive himself for.

but yone understood your request – you wanted him to strip too. he quickly undid his top and bottom, revealing his well defined muscles. he looked just like a greek god, if not better; you've never seen anyone look as perfect as he did. a creature without flaws, he was, ready to serve you and make every of your wishes come true. "i suppose that now i can match you, right?" you whispered, still ogling his chest. in that aspect, you were no better than any of his fans.

desperate for this to move further quickly, you quickly unbuttoned your pants, taking them off very fast with yone's help, along with your socks. now all that was left on you were your laced red panties, matching with your bra. yone smirked, and teased you. "it's almost like you'd expect this to happen." he moved you to the very end of the counter and kneeled before you, placing his head between your legs. with your panties still on, he began placing butterfly kisses and a few hickeys on the delicate skin of your thighs, bringing himself closer and closer to your core, when the burning feeling was beginning to feel overwhelming. and when he finally slid the last piece of attire of your body, you took a deep breath as yone opened your legs and, as if he was testing the waters, gave your pussy one, swift lick.

"yone", you breathed, feeling the heat finally being taken care of. he sucked your clit hard, occasionally going lower and plunging his tongue into your hole. his mouth felt so good, and the way yone was keeping his eyes on you made you get lost in your own pleasure. "you taste so good, sweetheart, i could spend hours between your legs", yone groaned against your cunt, and you just moaned in response. yone seemed ti be satisfied with this. but when you thought this couldn't get any better, his tongue focused solely on your clit, while his fingers slowly started to pump into your hole. now this was just pure bliss – and it didn't take long for you to come.

you moaned his name, your fingers getting lost in his hair, pulling the loose strands into every direction. yone let you ride your orgasm on his tongue and fingers, and when you were done, he made sure to clean you up good with his mouth. the bare sight of this almost made you come once again – yone was just so effortlessly hot. and when he was satisfied with the outcome, he dragged his mouth up through your clit, tummy and chest, arriving finally on your neck, where he placed a small kiss. yone closed the distance between you again and held you close to him, his hands caressing your figure once more.

and as good as it felt – it wasn't enough for you. there was something primal, something deep inside of you that just made you realise that you want his cock buried deep inside of you. "yone, please.", you pleaded, only for him to respond teasingly. "please what, love?", he whispered into your ear, making you shiver. "please fuck me, yone. i want to feel you inside me." you whimpered – and that was all yone needed to hear.

he hoisted you up into his arms once again, this time heading to your shared bedroom. and when you arrived, yone gently put you down on the bed. he took of his boxers, revealing his hard member. it wasn't your first time together – but seeing his length always made you impressed. even his cock looked good; this man had absolutely no flaws. yone obviously noticed that you're staring, but he didn't seem to mind. he slided his hand over his dick a few times before joining you in bed, positioning himself and flicking the tip of his member a few times over your clit, making you release a few quiet moans.

"love, are you ready?", he asked, placing a kiss on your forehead, nose and lips, respectively. "always.", you replied, bringing your hips down just so you could feel his cock again. and you didn't have to wait long – soon, yone began thrusting into you with a steady pace. he was girthy enough to deliciously abuse your g-spot and lenghty enough for his tip to kiss your cervix. you couldn't stop your moans – after all, why would you? you wanted yone to know just how good he makes you feel. every time you at least breathed sharply, yone thrusted harder; that's how responsive he was to every sound you made.

all you could focus on were yone's groans and sharp breaths and your own pleasure. after a while, the swordsman's pace continued to get faster and harder, until he let out a sound close to a growl, which made you realise that he'll probably reach his own peak. but you didn't want it to end so soon – the way he was filling you up, it was like your body was just perfectly moulded for him. but the tip brushing over the cervix definitely wasn't enough for your primal urges, and those were the only one in your mind now. "yone, please, cum inside me", you whimpered. the man seemed to be in the same state as you were - nearly breaking your hips down with the force he was fucking you with.

it didn't take you long to come again. you never were a screamer – but this was just so good, you couldn't help yourself and released the sound along with your juices, covering yone's cock and clenching on it. and soon enough, he came too – deep inside of you, just as you asked. you both collapsed on the bed, feeling exhausted from the intense physical activity. after your and your significant other's breath calmed down, yone was quick to embrace you from behind, his sticky, sweat covered chest against your back.

"are you alright, sweetheart?", yone asked, playing with your hair. the only reply you could muster was a mere "mhm", though it seemed to satisfy yone enough. "i'm sorry that i'll be far away from you again. i'll try to ask and see if i can take you with me, love." he murmured against the crook of your neck. you turned to your side, facing him. "it's okay, i understand. i'll miss you, but i know you will come back to me.", you said, caressing his perfect face and then moving onto his silky white hair. "i love you. i'll get you some water and then we'll go get you all cleaned up, m'kay?", he smiled faintly, ready to get out of the bed any second, and you just nodded and smiled in response.

and this was all you wanted – for your lover to make love to you hard and take care of you before his departure. and now at least you could be sure that even if he won't remain with you physically, then at least the memory of yone hovering over you will be enough to satiate your needs at least for some time.

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miralines · 5 months

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woe ouatis rpverse sptumblr: the sequel be upon ye

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lnlywar-god · 2 years

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Now You Are

kaeya, albedo, xiao, yae miko, thoma x gn!reader

includes : sagau (post villain!au), god!reader

cw : religious themes, cult themes, mostly just fluff so you should all be good to go

sypnosis : "now you are". you tell your beloved acolytes and now, favorite of them all as they ask you if you still liked the archons. sequel/continuation/parallel (it can be viewed as whichever) to "used to be"

wc : 1.7k

notes : i just wanted to give some charas some love :( i hope i did justice to kaeya's chara btw! this would officially be my first piece for him, hehe.

KAEYA

“Your Grace.”

“Hm?” Kaeya cannot bring himself to ask the question. He remembers well how before you arrived in Teyvat how frequently you used the archons as your vessels. How many countless times has he heard word that once again you have done something miraculous while guiding them?

Warmth that graced he only hoped to be graced with.

“It’s alright Kaeya, you can tell me.” With a quiet sigh and a smile to try and convince himself that he should tell you, he asks it.

“Do you still favor the archons?” A heavy air settles between the both of you and for a moment, Kaeya decides that he shouldn’t have asked in the first place. Not especially when the archons themselves were the ones to lead the hunt for you, deeming you an imposter of their god. He must have brought up bad memories. He really should keep his mouth shut as everyone tells him to.

“No. Admittedly I’m pretty sure you know I favored them, but I can’t say the same now.” Kaeya almost breathes out a sigh of relief. Good to know that the archons won’t be getting some special treatment even after all that.

“I see. I’m sorry for bringing it up, Your Grace.”

“No, it’s fine, I don’t mind anymore. I favor you now, Kaeya.” Is that…a flush? On Captain Kaeya’s cheeks? You voice out your amusement at the Captain Kaeya of all people getting flustered by being told that they’re someone’s favorite.

Well you weren’t just anyone, you’re their creator! So go ahead, if it keeps you happy, Kaeya will always be glad to listen to you tell him that he’s your favorite!

ALBEDO

Albedo’s merely painting out in the open fields of Mondstadt when you decide to blurt out that he’s your favorite.

“I’m sorry, Your Grace?” Albedo turns to you sitting in the grass on a picnic blanket with assorted teas and pastries strewn on it, courtesy of Noelle.

“I said what I said Albedo!” Albedo is at a loss of words as you grin up at him while eating a chocolate truffle. For a while, you two maintain a stare and Albedo feels himself getting flustered the longer you continue to give him such a pure and genuine smile.

It seems you weren’t joking by the looks of it. So Allbedo hesitantly breaks from your gaze and returns to his painting of the meadow.

“I thought you would have favored the Archons, Your Grace.”

“Hm..I mean I used to, but now you’re the one I favor!” You said it with such glee and open-ness, Albedo’s wondering how you’re so courageous to tell him such a thing.

Well you are his deity. He should expect extraordinary things from you.

The courage to tell one of your acolytes that you favored them certainly was extraordinary, in his opinion.

He chuckles and accepts the compliment, finally much more at ease to continue painting. You favored him. That’s all there is to it. Perhaps he can paint you after this, because the feeling’s mutual, and he favors you too.

He’d always favor you above everyone else, and he’d make sure that he treated you well. Anything if it made you happy and helped you heal from the dreadful mistake everyone had made by marking you an imposter when you first arrived in Teyvat.

XIAO

Xiao comes back from his nightly patrols and finds you still awake, there in the lobby of Wangshu Inn, playing chess with Childe who looks like he’s losing. Almost immediately as his footfalls are heard through the room, you jump up from your seat to greet him.

Why were you still up late? He’d at least thought Zhongli would’ve advised you to take a rest but here you are right infront of him, and even playing chess with Childe.

“Your Grace, you should go to sleep.” He chides softly, not daring to look you in the eye and looking instead at the chess board set on the table.

“I was waiting for you to come back. Wanted to sleep with you tonight.” He still doesn’t look up to meet your gaze because he knows that there’s surely a large grin on that pretty face of yours that’ll only serve to make him even more flustered.

No one could really tell what was going to happen when it came to you. You’re in the same dimension as they are, but you clearly lived a different life before you arrived in Teyvat.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to! We can always just hang out with each other sometime else!” XIao immediately shakes his head no. If you wanted to sleep with him, then he’ll sleep with you.

“Aw, you all are leaving me out.” Childe pouts as he plays with his rook, knocking a pawn over.

“Sorry Childe, we can play tomorrow and I promise we’ll do two games, in compensation.” Childe seems to take it as you lead Xiao to your room.

Was it difficult? Having to separate your time and make it fair so that everybody doesn’t feel left out? You didn’t seem to be having trouble. Not especially since you’re literally here just lying down with him.

As you two lie in bed, Xiao feels like he’s not getting a wink of sleep anytime soon and decides to ask, “Why did you want to sleep with me?”. It’s a simple answer, really, but a meaningful one.

“Because I favor you a lot.”

Xiao wants to ask more, but you’re already there, sleeping. Maybe he’ll figure it out by himself some other time. Patrolling at night is tiring.

YAE MIKO

“Yaeee~!”

“Your Grace!” Yae Miko eagerly returns your embrace as you wrap your arms around her figure. It’s all smiles and grins as she herds you into the Narukami Shrine and you both settle down to chat over tea.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to visit Yae Miko. Not especially since after you were recognized as their god properly. Yae has always welcomed you with open arms whenever you came around and is always good company in your opinion.

You two could rattle on about trivial things, interesting things Yae had found while you were away, amusing stories you had yet to tell her about your world, the conversation never really runs dry when Yae could always find something to talk about.

Yae Miko always enjoyed listening to your stories. Despite being a god, you certainly didn’t have the attitude one had. Poised, elegant, refined, and exclusive. You were simply like any other human in Teyvat, and it always was a delightful change of pace from what Yae was always used to.

You stare out into the distance into the vast sea while Yae looks at you in curiosity.

“Is something on your mind, Your Grace?”

“I was just thinking how thankful I am to you, and how much I adore you, ehe.” Yae watches you scratch the back of your neck shyly and laughs.

“What an honor to be adored by the Creator themselves.” She smiles. It’s always so hard to tell if you were a god, if it weren’t for the warm feeling you always emanated. Right now, you looked like a school girl confessing to her long time crush and it was simply adorable.

This was one memory Yae will surely treasure for an eternity. Never change, never change.

THOMA

Thoma’s on his usual cleaning duty at the Kamisato household, and he’s alone as usual. Ayaka is out doing her work, Ayato’s also out doing his work, and he’s here doing his.

Until he realizes he isn’t.

Another broom and set of feet comes into view and he looks up to find you, sweeping the floor too. He flusters and stumbles with the broom in his hand for a bit.

“Your Grace! I didn’t expect you to be here!” You shoot him a smile and laugh softly, reaching out to hold his arm and steady him.

“Ayato and Ayaka invited me for some tea with them, I decided to come early because I wanted to see you!” Thoma regains his composure and stands up straight, continuing his sweeping.

“Thank you for stopping by to see me, Your Grace. You should take a seat, I’ll prepare some tea for you while you wait!” You stop him with a wave of your hand, following his motions and sweeping with him.

“It’s alright, I’ll help you sweep around here instead!” Thoma really wants to protest. You really shouldn’t be stooping so low just to do a housekeeper’s work. You could just sit and take a rest! Surely you’re tired from walking around, right?

“No Thoma, I’m not tired from traveling.” Thoma flushes. Did he speak out loud? Or was he just that predictable?

At the flushed look on the housekeeper’s face as he stands still, you let out another laugh.

“I just figured you’d tell me that, don’t worry.” Thoma releases a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.

Thoma watches as you sweep the other side of the room he hasn’t gotten to yet and wonders why you’d wanna help do the housework. Perhaps you’re bored? Probably because you’re bored.

He doesn’t know how or why, but seeing you doing housework doesn’t seem the slightest bit out of place. You looked a natural at these types of things, and you certainly didn’t look like you belonged somewhere higher in society.

You simply just looked you, if that could describe the sight properly.

“Your Grace, why are you helping me out?”

“Hm?” You look back at him as if he’d just asked you something confusing. He’s about to repeat his question when you turn away and then voice out your answer.

“It’s because I favor you Thoma. And, you seemed lonely, I thought you’d like some company.” For the nth time, Thoma lost his composed facade and began to blush again.

He must be really lucky. Especially lucky that he has a creator who resonates well with being friendly and hardworking. He figures that it’s only more of a reason to adore you and help you finish what should be his chores.

He can’t tire you out over simple house chores, now could he?

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 3 years

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tuesday again 5/4/21

yeah yeah yeah may the fourth be with you whatever this is mostly me rambling disjointedly about the bits and pieces of star wars i crammed into my weekend

i think the star war that is the best-made and most watchable on a technical level (including script) is ESB. however, AOTC is my fuckin favorite bc there’s so much fucking nonsense happening all the the goddamn time. incoherent movie with too many sidequests but it all looks sick as shit

my personal history with star wars is: watched it (like many other movies) juuuuust a little too young with my dad as a Bonding Activity (to the silent fury of my mom) but unfortunately got Really Into It. reading expanded universe novels (nearly all of them, i have almost two hundred of them in boxes in a storage unit) was the thing that kept me alive through high school. never really got into the comics, didn’t pick up any of the post-disney-nuking-the-expanded-universe novels. was horribly disappointed by the sequel trilogy and solo. rogue one is all right. however, the mandalorian (weird and cheesy as it is, also i am not immune to pedro pascal) really got me back into this stupid fucking franchise. so i have been taking a rambling walk through things that i remembered liking. all my fun star wars facts are old and outdated but they sure all do live in my brain

listening ‘General Grievous’ off the ROTS soundtrack. this is i think the beginning of my love for heavy low rumbling undercurrents? would not say this has a ‘groove’ per se but there is definitely a forward momentum. love some ominous brass. love the williams panic-spike strings. LOVE A DANGER WARNING LEITMOTIF

god u listen to the original + prequel soundtracks and then listen to the sequel soundtracks (as i have been doing during working hours for the past week) and i get really sad. should have let him retire in peace. he doesn’t have a ton of gas left.

anyway this is the bit of the movie where obi-wan shows up on utapu (the cool sinkhole planet) with the big lizard bird to fight grievious btw. good fight. why does he flirt with the big robot man when he’s already in a enemies-to-lovers flirtationship with asaaj ventress RIGHT AFTER the duchess of mandalore died in his arms??? who can say. grief makes people do weird things.

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reading rebel heist (2014, kindt & castiello). these are some of the few loose single-issue comics i own bc i love the covers so much. i hate dealing with bagged and boarded comics bc they’re a pain to store and they’re honestly a pain to read. gimme a trade paperback any day please. rereading these, i liked them less than i remembered- it’s a cool conceit of following an ordinary person in the rebellion as they get caught up in luke & leia & han & chewie’s schemes, and things of course do eventually turn out fine but not before all these regular people go UHHHH WHAT THE FUCK? WTF WTF WTF NOT WHAT I SIGNED UP FOR at some classic skywalker nonsense. can i just say how much i love these covers again tho

watching star wars: the clone wars ran from 2008 to 2020. i watched the first six seasons with my siblings on starwars.com for most of its run, bc there was a brief period of time (i forget whether it was two days after or ten days after) when you could watch each episode for free and we didn’t have cable until well after i went to college.

the second season is where it really starts to hit its stride- i haven’t gone back to watch anything as an adult but i remember liking a lot of the episodes from this season. as an adult, it’s pretty horrifying to realize how fucking stupid the clone wars were from a loss of life and material gain standpoint.

there’s a two-episode arc about the zillo beast, a big kaiju critter, and i only had enough time to watch the first one. the have to protect the oil planet (sorry, i’m getting a note in) so sorry the FUEL RESERVES on the oil planet, so they drop a giant EMP two miles from the city center, but this isn’t a planet with people that look like humans so it’s fine! the important thing is that the fuel is okay.

anyway, this episode is lovely and moody- this is such a stiff-looking show and wreathing everything in cool purple mist and making sure the silhouettes look good is really doing a lot of the work here

look i just really like this framing. the jedi on a stage above everyone else, waist-deep in blood already from the months-old war, the hint of an imperial symbol in the cannon dish, anakin & mace separated by an interior wall and separate hatches. i’m reading too much into season fucking two of the clone wars but i just think it’s neat.

yes!!! starship fuel SHOULD be bright radioactive green!!! star wars is mostly about things looking sick as shit and it’s part of why i am the way i am now

ok i fucked up on this last screenshot but look. LOOK. this is some peak nonsense right here love it. mwah. star wars is at its heart a melodramatic pulpy swashbuckling science fiction adventure and it gets weird when it forgets that

playing i own fallen order bc it came for free with my pc but i have not cracked it open bc it seems like an assassains creed, a style of game that fucking infuriates me. also i own no other star wars games so this section left intentionally blank

making i make one of these things a year now i guess. this one is finally for me.

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem #i am cursed to love franchises with horrific fandoms

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Hi I just read “everything happens for a reason” (loved it btw) I was wondering if you could make a sequel to it? Y/N is still try to get over her break up with Thor and Loki reassures her that she is more than enough for him. It would be more vanilla though. (Sorry that this is so long🥺)

it’s not long at all, don’t worry! i was actually contemplating about making a sequel to it. so i already have smth in the works! i’ll have it done probably by the end of the week :))

edit: I’m so sorry for this being so late!! I know I said a week and then my life went up in chaos. Forgive me for my untimely posting. Regardless, here is the sequel to the Loki fic, Everything Happens For a Reason. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: None. Just fluffy Loki

Loki x female!reader

Word count: 2.3K

You awoke to the pitter-patter of the New York rain falling against the window yet again. You thought the worst of it happened yesterday while you were running away from your problems. Speaking of problems, the last thing you wanted was to go back home. Even though it wouldn’t be until later this evening, you felt that your apartment was forever tainted with the betrayal you witnessed. Going back in there would be like playing a broken record. Forever stuck in the limbo of what was.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes you rolled over to feel for Loki, but instead, you were met with room temperature sheets, another body vacant from the bed. Your stomach sank. Had Loki lied? It wouldn’t be beside him but with you, he was so transparent. It felt like cigarettes were being put out all over your skin, your nerves were fired up in all the wrong ways. You sat up in the bed and pulled the sheets up to your chest along with your knees. You felt your body become lethargic.

Am I worth anything to anybody? Am I really that disposable?

Hot, stinging tears began to fall from your eyes. Self-doubt and deprecating thoughts filling your brain. Perpetual questions of wondering your worth not only in romantic fashion but just in life came to be the spearhead of your worries. Everything felt intrusive and counterfeit. Maybe he saw you as easy and knew you would give up easily to him in your state of vulnerability. You just wanted somebody to be appreciative of you.

Maybe he and his brother weren’t cut from that different of a cloth. Sliding out of the bed you went to put on your clothes from the night before in hopes of getting out of the hotel without too much trouble. But when you bent over to pick your jeans up from the floor they were damp and cold and it made you feel even worse. Your hoodie was in a similar condition and to top it off, you couldn’t find your underwear to save your life. You groaned out loud and felt trapped in this opulent room and everywhere you looked was a painful reminder of everything bitter and vile.

You climbed back in bed and decided to just wait for your clothes to finish drying up. Unsure of when that would be because the rain outside was creating a thin layer of humidity in the room. Sighing you curled into the fetal position and held onto an extra pillow hoping that it would provide you with some semblance of comfort. Your tears started up again and there was a pain beginning to build in your stomach. You wanted to scream. You wanted to release yourself of all the negative energy that was boiling within you. Clutching the extra pillow to your face you let out a wail that you had been holding in for far too long. All the pent-up energy from yesterday of trying to hold your own against the perfidy Thor presented you with and now you were struggling with the concept of Loki using you and your vulnerability for a cheap fuck. You were curled up in a hotel room, naked and crying about everything. You felt pathetic. You just wanted to sleep forever.

With the last sniffle leaving your body you took a deep breath and shuddered into your body. Your breathing labored and shallow, you tried to calm yourself down in hopes of falling back asleep. But those hopes were dilapidated when you heard the hotel room door click open. You thought about faking sleep but the idea of faking anything took up too much space to even think about carrying out. So you opted to just lie still and wait for anything to be said to you. Maybe it was just one of the housekeeping people and they would leave upon seeing someone still in the room.

“Y/N, you up yet?”

Housekeeping would’ve been too easy wouldn’t it?

Sighing you meekly responded to Loki, tears and sorrow welling up in your eyes and throat once more.

“Yeah, been up for a little while.”

He caught on to it immediately. Your position in the bed, the lack of tone in your voice. He knew he should’ve waited but he thought a surprise of something would lift your spirits even more. Time was simply not on his side and you arose long before he anticipated. Making his best judgment at the situation he was debating which road of sentiment he should walk down. He didn’t want to make things worse for you.

Loki set down a bag, the crinkling catching your attention and you looked over your shoulder to see where he was.

He went to get food? He hadn’t skipped at all?

“Surprise.”

Instantly you were filled with regret, upset with yourself for jumping to conclusions about the situation at hand. You couldn’t help it though, your ability to have trust within someone else was smeared, and regardless of Loki’s reassuring words the night prior, the pain had yet to subside. Upon seeing your face, Loki saw the residual puffiness in your face and how the tip of your nose was heated and slightly swollen from your crying before he walked in.

“I’m sorry, Loki.”

Was all you could muster, wordwise. You sat yourself up in the bed and wiped the residue of tears from your face trying to make yourself appear as normal as possible. Wrapping the sheet tightly around you, you finally faced him. Loki stepping lightly to the edge of the bed.

“Did you think I left...for good?”

You rolled your heads towards him, cynicism clear on your face. A bit of sarcasm was thrown into the mix but it was all a guise to somewhat shield him from the pain and embarrassment you were feeling. Looking at the wall in front of you, a dry response left your lips.

“Yes. What else was I supposed to think? My mind was running through all the possible reasons as to why you left. And the one that kept nagging was the idea that my vulnerability yesterday was used to an advantage other than my own.”

Sadness no longer colored your emotions but rather numbness. You weren’t sure what to feel. You wanted to trust Loki and you believed that you could but time was definitely needed. With another sigh, you continued.

“And then you walk in here with bags of stuff and I look like a fool for being so dramatic in nature.”

“Well that’s nothing new for us now is it?”

Loki’s quip back at you had your eyes narrowing into thin slits but again was quickly washed away because something about him made the circumstances seem not so perilous. You bowed your head, feeling that you had said enough. In place, Loki’s voice filled the silence.

“My intention was for you to still be asleep by the time I returned. You seemed so peaceful. The last thing I wanted was to wake you from that state of rest. I figured I’d be back in time to properly surprise you with some gifts.”

You smiled a bit, feeling the angst start to fade away, but quickly to feel it fade into guilt. But you weren’t allowed to stew in it for too long, for Loki standing up from the bed caught your attention distracting you from your thoughts.

“Before it gets cold, I got us some breakfast. And..”

His sentence trailing off into a strain as he bent over to the side of the desk in the front of a room to pull out yet another bag.

“I picked you up some clothes to wear for today. Figured wearing the ones from this past evening was morally and aesthetically dull and trudging back to your apartment would be in poor judgment. It’s not much but enough for the day and for our date this evening.”

Your eyebrows shot up into your hairline completely forgetting about what you agreed to with Loki during your session of pillow talk while you were drifting in and out of sleep.

He really meant that? Wow, okay.”

“Oh come now, you hadn’t forgotten already had you?”

Loki was mocking you now. Fully aware that by your initial reaction you had forgotten.

“Look, in my defense, I was drifting off to sleep.”

“Mhmm, sure Y/N.”

Setting the bag in between the two of you on the bed, Loki looked at you, eyes urging you to dig in the bag.

“You happen to have another shirt I can throw on before I start eating? My hoodie is still damp and-”

Loki reached into the bag full of clothes and pulled out an oversized graphic tee cutting your sentence off and holding it out in front of your face.

“Thank you.”

You were genuinely surprised and grateful. It was such a simple act but the fact that Loki went out of his way to get you clothes and food following a night of such intensity made you feel warm and finally appreciated. Something you hadn’t felt with previous relationships, especially with your last. Taking the shirt from him, you looked for the tag and pulled it out with your teeth.

“Animal.”

Loki side-eyed you, his comment made obviously in somewhat of jest. You chuckled and wormed your way into the shirt. Once pulling it over your head you finally dug into the paper bag that was still surprisingly warm despite the time that had gone by. The smell of a breakfast sandwich filling your nose and your stomach growled in response, eager to be fed. Loki made a sarcastic remark but you couldn’t be bothered with responding the second you placed the sandwich to your lips.

The satisfaction of the food also gnawing away the ritual morning agitation you were always burdened with. Nothing but soft smacks and soft moans of enjoying your food filled the space. A sign that obviously, the food was worthwhile. Loki had looked at you eyebrow raised and chuckled to himself watching you be completely lost in the sandwich.

“If I would’ve known you’d be tearing the sandwich up like that I would’ve purchased three.”

Your eyes rolled and simultaneously you were thinking about how he got all this stuff in the first place. Mouth still full with food, your speech a little muffled.

“Speaking of purchase, how’d you buy all this anyway.”

“Mischief always finds its way, darling.”

“I think the word is pronounced thievery, Loki.”

“Same difference.”

It’s almost as if all the trauma that you suffered through yesterday had never happened. Being with Loki and the playful banter that was his character made everything feel at ease. You felt happy, actually and most importantly you didn’t feel guilty for it. Was the timing a little brisk? Perhaps, but in the end, what really mattered was your happiness and right now it felt that you had found it.

Finishing up with your sandwich you balled up the wrapping and threw it back into the bag. Standing up from the bed you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. Turning on the light you saw a plethora of toiletry products that you hadn’t brought. A toothbrush, toothpaste, body wash, lotion, a few makeup products that you knew were picked up in pure confusion, and some leave in for your hair. Your eyes widened and you let out a belly laugh.

“Jesus Loki, did you raid the fuckin Walgreens on the corner.”

“Hey if you don’t want it, with the flick of my wrist it will vanish. Choose your next words wisely.”

You knew he was playing and you decided one last epigram would satisfy your bratty nature. Peeking your head out from the bathroom, you bowed in a dramatic courtesy.

“Thank you my king for so valiantly stealing all the toiletries from our nearest corner store. My gratitude is eternal. Like that?”

“You’re impossible.”

Walking back to Loki, you stood between his legs and raked your fingers through his slicked-back hair. A softness took over your features, appearing small and doe-like to Loki as he looked up at you.

“Thank you, Loki, really. I know we bust each other’s balls but I really appreciate you. I can already foresee how tightly I’m going to be wrapped around your finger. You already have me falling for you at a speed that is impractical to calculate.”

“My Y/N.”

Hearing the adoration layered in his tone made your heart warm and the possession of your name falling from his mouth made your body shiver. Realizing how quickly you could get used to this.

“Now you’ll finally see what it’s like to be on the receiving end. Ever since we stumbled upon each other I was enamored with you. I couldn’t bear to see you with another and that another being none other than my brother was like a fiery blade that I had no power of removing. When I fell for you I knew I was irrevocably destined to be yours. Regardless of the circumstance. And now, if you are willing to take my hand in this journey I would like to make you mine.”

You pressed your lips together in a firm smile before showing your teeth, feeling overwhelmed with reverence for the man in front of you.

“I’d be more than happy to accompany you. Even more so for this evening.”

Loki lightly smiled and then leaned up to press a gentle kiss to your lips. The air light and emanating the tender yet sardonic romance that was beginning to brew between your long-lost lover.

#loki #loki imagine #loki fluff #Loki Laufeyson #loki x reader #Loki Laufeyson x Reader #loki laufeyson fluff #marvel fluff #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #loki fanfic #marvel fanfic

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‘It’s me, Billy: A Black Christmas Fan Film’ opinion post

!!!!!!!!!!!!SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mentions of murder and ptsd don’t read if haven’t watched or can’t handle slasher stuff

First opinion post btw I’m sorry if it’s not really good 😅 I don’t want to offend anyone either so I’m sorry if I did in any way shape or form ❤️

So I finally watched it and it was good but I feel could’ve been better tbh. I’m not trying to shit on it because I really did like it and I see the hard work put into it but felt with more time and details captured from the original it would’ve been like it was the true sequel to Black Christmas. Like over all it started off good it made sense that Jess would write a book about her experience and make money off of it on top of that move away to avoid the interviews, reporters, and all that but I’ll start my opinion based on when the phone call came in not the first one but the second one, it didn’t hit exactly like the original calls from Billy did.

It definitely sent shivers down my spine but in the original it was said Billy would make it seem like it was more than one person talking but it was just him the whole time. The phone calls would be like random noises, dirty talking, and dialogue but it wouldn’t overlap each other so it was really like finish one thing then shift to the next voice quickly so it was really like, ‘wow that was just one person ??’ But for this one it sounded like random noises overlapping each other voices at random and everything mostly just overlapping so it seemed more like it was pre-recorded noises and Billy was just sitting there hitting the noises all together jumping back and forth between the buttons so definitely wasn’t like the first and then it was more murderous and scary not really dirty and funny like the original was. I understand you can’t copy from the first which is good but if your gonna do something that’s more like a sequel to the original then you should really capture every detail right so it can hit like the original did. But I understand also Billy is older here so he could’ve ‘matured’ more but I feel it was mostly like the Billy from the second movie rather then the first idk just gave me more that vibe instead.

The part when Billy came out and went for the hunt that definitely was good I love how it wasn’t just jump scares one on top of the other but it actually created that suspense and make that chill go down your spine when waiting for the strike to happen. I would say the moment when Billy grabbed the knife that part could’ve been better like obviously they did that moment based off the original which I loved but it definitely needed more work on it to be better like the first one was. I’ll show it to just so you can see better what I mean.

So you can see like kinda the rest of his face but not quite.. and the light around his eye is more bigger and you get to see part of his nose and more of his cheek as well. But in this film the light is smaller and the rest of his face is completely just hidden. Again I understand you can’t copy straight from the first but still i love it but could’ve been a little more better. And for some reason I saw like he couldn’t or didn’t really move his other arm making me assume something happened to it not to sure though.. but would’ve loved if he did the same Billy stabby pose too...

Skipping over to the part of the attic the girl (who’s name I really didn’t give the effort to even try to remember) she discovers the body of one of her friends who she came there with. The crying or whatever that was begins and honestly I laughed at first but then I was like ‘omg yeah no shut her up’ it just sounded more like random wheezing noises or however you would describe that... I’m not used of hearing someone cry like that tbh I never met someone have that type of cry or even close to it tbh so if you have that cry I’m sorry it just caught me off guard and I didn’t really know how to feel about it I just wanted it to stop just to see more Billy time..

So the girl runs off which automatically makes me assume she’s an escaped victim the slasher has lost, but no. Again I get caught off guard and tbh I forgot all about that Lady from the beginning. The moment she says her name I automatically just went ‘oh shit I know you lol’. When she strikes I’m not surprised but what surprised me was when she called out to Billy upon dragging out the body of the unconscious girl (the poor girl in the back seat omg lol) so notice the way she yelled back out at Billy to get his ass out there made me mad but also made me think about poor Thomas Hewitt and Bubba Sawyer how they get mistreated by Hoyt and Drayton but still are loyal and choose not to disrespect them in any way not like they have anyone else ..those poor babies I swear.. Nah but going from the original again during the phone calls Billy mentions Agnes but it mostly heard from him mimicking his parents saying ‘Where’s Agnes’ ‘Where’s the baby’ ‘Billy what did you do?’ So I would only assume from there that Billy did something and hid away Agnes or just hid her away it’s not like it was mentioned what he actually did to her after all atleast not in the original.. I choose not to listen to the second movie it just was a no for me.. but anyways there’s the moment when Billy says “Shh Agnes it’s me Billy don’t tell them what we did” when he killed Barb then when Jess discovered him behind the door. He killed Barb and in the book it was shown he would kill but in his mind he’s just putting them to sleep like he’s not really recognizing what he’s doing. I would only assume that he most likely killed Agnes tbh or if she alive then I would picture her more as a person with like ptsd or something like more afraid of Billy then out of no where demanding towards him. Even in the second movie it was really Agnes listening to Billy and following his lead tbh. So definitely made me feel weird when Agnes in this film just shouted back at him like that.

The ending was good though wasn’t expecting it but I did quickly assume Jess was down there as well so when the girl said her name I already assumed it would make sense to be her tbh. Overall the movie was good this is just my opinion though and like I said I know they couldn’t copy off the original of course but just maybe a little more time and really focusing on the details from the original then most definitely it would’ve been perfect.

#black christmas #billy lenz #fanmade #film #opinion #sorry for the rant #spoilers

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Why Armie Hammer’s Scandal Is More Than Kink Shaming

The 34 year old actor has had numerous allegations thrown his way this past month, from cannibalism to an obsession with BDSM. But do these allegations go beyond a widely accepted community of kink lovers and venture into deeply rooted misogyny?

Warning: this article contains mentions of cannibalism and sexual assault.

For those of you who aren’t aware of Armie Hammer’s presence on screen, you may be scratching your head and wondering what on earth people are talking about, seeing the cannibalism aspect to this all as face value without making the connection between Hammer’s past behaviours and current allegations. The actor who rose to prominence in Aaron Sorkin and David Fincher’s The Social Network (2013) playing both of the Winklevoss twins, has become quite the favourite amongst the film industry. His role Oliver in Luca Guadagnino’s Call me by your name (2017) has sent Twitter into a permanent frenzy as memes and daily adoration for Chalamet and Hammer’s on screen romance continue to thrive even 4 years after the film's release. As well as Call me your name, Hammer is known for roles in Sorry to Bother You (2018), Rebecca (2020), On the Basis of Sex (2018) and soon to be released, Death on The Nile (2021). He currently has another film due to be released and a Call me by your name sequel in development. Sounds as if he’s got a lot going for him and despite him not being the biggest star to be churned out of Hollywood today, the recognition is still there and with that, he’s still being paid.

The Allegations

At the beginning of the year, an account emerged under the handle of @houseofeffie, that was created to expose some lurid and unpleasant communication between several women and Armie Hammer. Some of which he had relations with whilst married to his now ex wife Elizabeth Chambers. The nature of these dms are incredibly disturbing and worrying considering that Hammer not only has children but as an actor, spends a proportionate time around women.

These are just a few of the messages that were exposed that led the media to brandish Hammer as a “cannibal”:

Hammer:

“You are the god damned standard I hold women to in terms of kink and enjoyment of fucking the[n]...”

“I need to drink your blood, why the distance?” “...thinking of holding your heart in my head and controlling when it beats”

“I am 100% a cannibal...I want to eat you....Fuck...that’s scary to admit..”

“I’ve cut the heart out of a living animal before and eaten it while still warm”

“You were the most intense and extreme version [that I’ve ever had]. Raping you on the floor with a knife against you. Everything else seemed boring”

“You [were] crying and screaming, me standing over you. I felt like a god. I’ve never felt such power or intensity.”

“You just live to obey and be my slave”

“Would you come and be my property till you die? If I wanted to cut off one of your toes and keep it with me in my pocket so I always had a piece of you in my possession?”

“I want to see your brain, your blood, your organs, every part of you… I would definitely bite it...100%”

...O-kay. Lots to unpack here. First and fore mostly, I’d like to address the kink shaming element to all of this. I personally don’t see any harm in kinks, BDSM, pornography, as long as people are consenting and aren’t inflicting unsolicited pain upon people. Therefore, kink shaming and finding Hammer’s taste in sexual preferences isn’t what we are here to discuss. In fact when I first read the allegations, that wasn’t even my initially thought. CNN posted an article two days ago titled “Armie Hammer May Be Disturbed, But Is Shaming Him the Answer?” an opinion based article by Aaron Weaver that explores the allegations and believes Hammer shouldn’t be shamed for his kinks. But this begs the question whether Hammer was actually being shamed? I didn’t see much evidence for this seeing as people were mostly horrified by his taste in human flesh than anything else, a kink that is uncommon in the BDSM community and is only practiced by the most extreme.

Kinks aside, the most worrying thing about the DMs above is the way in which he views women and their bodies. It’s clear to see that he might not have much respect for women seeing as he proudly states his willingness to cut them up and drink their blood. And funnily enough, the sexual objectification of women’s bodies for one's own sexual pleasure without considering their comfortability is classed as misogyny. A reddit user made an extremely good point on a thread about Hammer’s scandal stating:

“To me, the problem is not that he’s into rough sex, or that he has kinks some people find scary. It’s not about yucking his yum, so to speak. I’m more concerned that he may have ignored safe words and pushed his partners beyond their limits. I feel like the media is focusing so much on his kinks and sexuality as opposed to his ignoring of consent, which is a complete and utter inversion of priorities”

Past Relationships

Another example of Hammer disrespecting the boundaries of women and sexual pleasure would be his past girlfriend Paige Lorenze. Lorenze is a 23 year model and former professional skier who has shone a light on Hammer’s worrying behaviour and his involvement in BDSM activity. The sources of Lorenze’s allegations are highly unreliable, which is one of the most frustrating things about this entire charade. The BBC BRIEFLY covered the fact that Hammer dropped out of his latest film amid the allegations, without fully going into detail about the allegations or the abuse subjected towards his former partners. It just goes to show we’re rubbish at taking abuse seriously enough to the point where people are punished for their wrongdoings. Had a more reliable news source covered this story, then it’d make it more viable to the public. Even though this scandal is in its early days, that doesn’t necessarily mean it's unimportant or should be swept under the rug along with the hundreds of other scandals that Hollywood refuses to expose.

Only the Daily Mail, The Sun and Page Six seem to have gone in depth with the accusations, making the entire story rather murky for the reader. Anyhow, Paige Lorenze said to the Daily Mail that Hammer had carved an ‘A’ above her groin without her consent and licked it whilst it bled. He had also reportedly tied her up and hit her with paddles to fuel his BDSM obsession and sexual desires. Lorenze was quoted saying 'Any man who is fantasizing about crushing bones, eating them, having sex with female limp bodies is a danger to all women'. Hammer insisted to Lorenze that his behaviour was normal, and that there was an entire community of people that carried out the same things he did on her. This is partially correct seeing as the global sex play market is worth over $30 billion, with practices in such activities dating back to the mid 19th century. However, the one thing the BDSM community doesn’t condone is not giving consent, which is where the fine line is drawn in between Hammer’s sexual preferences and the BDSM community. His choice to carve that ‘A’ into Lorenze isn’t backed up by a wider community of people who enjoy a variety of sexual pleasure. Lorenze claims he also DMed nude photos of her being tied up to people without her consent, further perpetuating Hammer’s lack of respect towards people’s boundaries. This is a serious incident, that sees someone with more power (Hammer is 6’5 and Lorenze is 5’6 btw) assert their dominance and by doing so, degrades and harms someone else. We shouldn’t be kink shaming Hammer, but shaming him for thinking that this behaviour is acceptable.

Hammer’s previous relationships can also draw some light into his lack of respect for women. He and his wife Elizabeth Chambers divorced in July 2020 after a decade of marriage. Though it's unknown what triggered the separation, these recent allegations may have something to do with it. Furthermore, two other women have come forward to express their distaste towards Hammer and his questionable fantasies. Entrepreneur and ex-girlfriend of Armie Hammer, Courtney Vucekovich, told Page Six that Hammer wanted to “break [her] rib and barbecue it and eat it”. She also expressed how easy it was for Hammer to charm his way through into getting women, especially young women into doing what he wants through “active manipulation and making you feel like he’s never felt this way about anybody.” Lorenze was also subjected to similar retort after reporting that Hammer too wanted to barbecue one of her ribs because she “didn’t need it”. Writer Jessica Ciencen Henriquez took to twitter last summer after a lunch date with Hammer and expressed that she had blocked him on Instagram. She later went on to tweet this:

“If you are still questioning whether or not those Armie Hammer DMs are real (and they are) maybe you should start questioning why we live in a culture willing to give abusers the benefit of the doubt instead of victims”

Exactly my point here. There’s not much to this scandal other than the fact that several people were hurt and undermined and someone else caused it. Someone who is societally above everyone because of their race, class, status and gender, with a well connected and dominant family support system.

His background and past

Hammer comes from a very powerful and wealthy family. Hammer’s great grandfather, Armand Hammer, was the chief executive officer and president of the Occidental Petroleum company founded in 1920. Now if you’re wondering the exact scale of such a company that is still running today, they are the 4th largest oil and gas acquisition in the entire world worth over $100 billion. ONE HUNDRED, BILLION, DOLLARS. Not all actors in Hollywood can say that their great-grandfathers were worth that much, which gives me little hope in seeing Hammer be held accountable for what he’s done. He was also kicked out of UCLA after apparently not “being able to do it”. Just another rich white male with enough power, malice and money to work his way around any struggle.

Now that we’ve established Hammer’s allegations, it’s worth looking back to see whether the signs of such behaviour were already prevalent in the numerous interviews he partook in over the years. Complex highlighted an episode of The Late Show with Stephen Colbert from 2017, where the host brought up Hammer’s obsession with knots, to which he laughed off and claimed that “knots make sense” that they are a “language” and referenced how man used knots before the wheel. Valid points but ones that are debunked in light of his interest in BDSM. during a 2013 interview with Playboy (appropriate) Hammer expressed that his “sexual appetites changed'' when he married his wife and that hair pulling used to be something he enjoyed but could no longer do now that he was married “even though he wanted to”. This is quite the backwards comment when we’re talking about respecting boundaries and it's clear to see it was only a matter of time before his desires could no longer be repressed.

Since this whole shit storm began to travel Hammer’s way, he has since dropped out of the film The Billion Dollar Spy, which would’ve seen him star alongside Jennifer Lopez. BBC News reported that this move was made as Hammer stated that “I cannot in good conscience now leave my children for four months to shoot a film in the Dominican Republic” following the ‘vicious’ online abuse he’s been subjected to. Hammer was again put in the firing line by Grand Cayman law enforcement for lying about a woman provocatively shown in a video was Miss Cayman of the Miss Cayman beauty pageant that’s held on the island. He and the woman were warned for their misconduct and had confirmed the matter is now closed.

Final Thoughts

There are enough red flags in Hammer’s behaviour to open up a flag store, and I would go as far as to say that this isn’t the end of it. For someone who’s grown up having the majority of things they want, it's easy to want more beyond morality and despite the discomfort of others. Hammer’s move to drop out of his latest film was an attempt to lessen the blow of hate being turned towards him as opposed to the benefit of those he’s hurt. So far, him and his lawyer have denied all allegations and further action hasn’t been taken against the Hollywood star. He’s apologised for the DMs and brandished his actions a “foolish attempt at humour”.

Wrapping his own behaviour up in humour is an attempt to detract from the severity of the behaviour itself, whilst excusing it, something he can get away with because of his status.

Major media outlets haven’t done much in even attempting to expose this man’s behaviour and have left it up to unreliable sources to piece together the true persona of Armie Hammer. Though innocent until proven guilty, common sense is widely available to the general public meaning we should be delving into the past a little and comparing it to these allegations. Along with Hammer’s character, family and unnerving Instagram posts of cutting up meat and eating raw steak, there doesn’t seem to be much in the actor’s favour.

All I would say is as a director, producer, writer or actor, would you feel comfortable in being associated with someone who believes they're a cannibal and marvels at the idea of drinking human blood? Or someone who goes as far to objectify women to the point where they become nothing but sexual fulfilment and pieces of meat?

That’s all I’ll say and those who do feel comfortable doing such a thing means that Hammer may still have a career at the end of the day. One point to Hollywood, no points to political correctness and respecting women.

#armiehammer #call me by my name #actors #hollywoodmovies #paige lorenze

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Descent into Love (Kirishima Eijirou x Reader)

I thought I posted this a long time ago but... apparently not? Weird but... i’m gonna post this again!! Hehe... it’s perfect cuz it’s April Fools day.

And... consider THIS like a sequel to the original fic~: https://ice-cream-kitsunegirl.tumblr.com/post/183939426324/april-fools-and-a-red-jockstrap-kirishima-eijirou#notes

You’re a tsundere in this one again~ And... a bit of a meanie... it’s OKAY to have the reader be a meanie btw, we don’t always have to be nice XD I know I’m not that nice... I mean I’m pretty nice but I like to tease every now and then too haha...

Yes I referenced one of my favorite horror movies of all time but it’s a REALLY good movie! Genuinely scary lolol and yes the title is partially from the actual movie ‘The Descent’

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CSYg7Z1KS_I

BTW SORRY FOR ANY OOC-NESS!!

Featuring: Best Boy Kirishima!

Sigh

As you sat on the couch in the common room you rested your chin on your palm, sighing for the 10th time this afternoon. You were beyond bored. It was one of the few break-days and yet nothing interesting was happening, you stared at your classmates, some of them were just chatting, conversations about training, the cooler heroes or about how much stronger they had gotten. Although you only heard ‘blah blah blah’ every time one of them opened their mouths.

“Hey (Y/N)!” However, you heard one person, and just hearing his voice made you smile as you perked up from your palm with a rosey red blush blossoming on your face.

“Hee… oh Kirishima, hey there dude.” You greeted him, adoring the way he grinned at you with those shark-like teeth of his. Which you actually found really endearing, and when he began talking to you, you felt yourself getting lost in his eyes as his words trailed off as you got distracted by his cherry red orbs. They might have been red, but they were some of the prettiest, sweetest pairs of eyes you had ever seen. Kirishima was an enthusiastic and energetic guy, and yet he was so gentle too, each trait was only some of the million reasons why you loved him.

“You know Kirishima… now that I get a good look at you… I rather like your pointy teeth. I always have in fact…” You suddenly said, pointing right at his mouth as he blinked a bit and nervously grinned, feeling oddly flattered as a smidge of pink tinted his cheeks.

“Oh ya do huh? Thanks! I’ve always been a little unsure about em ya know? Not everyone finds sharp teeth very approachable.” He admitted, since despite his personality, some people have found him a little intimidating once they got a look at his teeth. However, you weren’t put off by his teeth at all. If anything, you found them cool.

“Yeah… I wish I had your teeth.” He started to blush at how much you were complimenting him, he’d never really heard this much positivity about his teeth before. “I mean, if a villain were to show up, I’d just bare those pointy things and growl at them. And when I REALLY have to play dirty, I’ll sink em into their jugulars and tear a piece of their flesh off!” You suddenly exclaimed with a slightly crazed look in your eye that made Kirishima perk up and flinch a bit, now feeling slightly dejected since you wanted teeth like his for such brutal reasons.

“Ha… you know I never even considered using my teeth as a weapon before.” He pondered, even though he wasn’t the type to play dirty at all. It wasn’t really something he considered ‘manly’, although he wouldn’t judge you for that, and in a strange way, he considered you fairly manly in your own way and he respected the hell out of you for that. Even if you kinda scared him sometimes.

“You should. If it were me, I’d go ‘Brienne of Tarth’ on a villains’ ass and tear their fucking ear off!” You added, giving Kirishima a very vivid idea of what you meant as he nervously smiled. You reminded him of Bakugou in many ways, except you were a little bit nicer and not so angry like he was.

“Wow (Y/N) I definitely never want to get on your bad side.” He said nicely, and that’s what you loved about Kirishima. He never judged you, always said something nice about you even though you were weird and just a little bit of a trouble-maker most of the time. And he never avoided your or pushed you away no matter how many times you would tease him.

“You could never get on my bad side Kiri…” You said in a softer tone, contrasting with your energetic one you used seconds ago as you blushed upon admitting that and when you saw Kirishima’s contagious smile as his blush deepened. “Awww…”

Why couldn’t this boy see that you absolutely adored him? You wondered. You were sure that the teasing and the jockstrap you gave him should have made him wonder or think that maybe you had a thing for him despite the way you played around with him. It made you pout a little bit because you really wanted to get closer to Kirishima, hug him, kiss him and hug him again til he couldn’t breathe. And maybe slap him a little bit after because he made you feel this way and it was eating you up like some sort of disgusting lovey-dovey parasite. Every time he smiled at you; you would melt a little bit every single time.

You were a human infected with this parasite people call ‘love’, it felt so gross yet so wonderful, he was so wonderful…

It was driving you mad!

But you were so mad for him…

How you hated it!

And how you loved him…

A part of you wished that this could all just be some movie, where Kirishima would be the right guy for you, and you would be the best friend and then he would fall in love with you in the end. The two of you be happily ever after or however those crappy rom-coms ended, but if it meant finally being with Kirishima you would gladly let that all happen and just be with him for the rest of your life with that lovey-dovey song playing at the end credits.

Damn you had it bad…

But at that moment it hit you. All this talk about pointy teeth combined with your raging flurry of feelings for Kirishima and thinking about movies gave you a brilliant and somewhat evil idea just to get your beloved redhead closer to you and to get back at him too for giving you this crush. A devious smile spreading across your lips that Kirishima didn’t seem to think much of. Poor sweet boy, you thought.

“Hey you know what we should do? We should watch a movie together. All together as a class.” You suddenly proposed, which kind of surprised him but just the thought of spending time with the whole class made him grin wide.

“All together? That actually WOULD be a great idea! Yeah… it’s been so busy lately, I think we could use the break. I’m up for it (Y/N)!” He gave you an energetic thumbs-up, looking like he was pretty amped for the idea. Kirishima was always one for palling around with his classmates.

“Great! Cuz I had a GREAT idea for a movie…” You smiled happily when he agreed to the idea, clapping your hands excitedly, but then you made your claps nice and loud to catch everyone’s attention.

“Everyone~! Everyone! I have an announcement and a proposal!”

“(L/N)! As the class rep making announcements is my job.” Iida reminded you, but you paid him no mind.

“Shut up Iida!” You suddenly screeched at him, ignoring the shocked, indignant look on his face as well as some of the other shocked looks from your other classmates because of how loud you could be. Iida attempted to scold you, but you didn’t let him get a word in. “We’re too busy! I say we all take a break since we got the day off, and instead of training, let’s all watch a movie together!” You quickly took on a cheerful tone, which made only the smarter ones a little wary.

“And NO! You can’t back away from this, spend some time with us! Cuz if you don’t I’m gonna kick your butt!” You then declared somewhat angrily, and of course, only Bakugou challenged you.

“Tch, forget it you pathetic excuse for a glowstick!”

“You’re just jealous cuz my light shines brighter than yo’ weak-ass explosions.” You brushed that off, and you laughed and pointed when Kirishima and Kaminari held him back from trying to attack you for the 4th time today.

“Anyhoo… I’d better see you at movie night biatch~.” You smiled smugly at the growling teen, who WANTED to just blow you up but he knew Kirishima had a thing for you. This would be the only nice thing he’d do for him for a while…

Speaking of which, Kirishima looked pretty damn happy about the idea of a movie night with the class, “So (Y/N)… what kinda movie did ya have in plan?” He asked politely, the same question everyone else had been wondering since it was your idea.

However, the others noticed your smile quickly turning into a smirk. “Let’s watch a good old-fashioned horror flick tonight… I have this one REALLY good one that I’ve been meaning to bust out to show my best friends so… yeah…” That little suggestion made a few heads turn, and a few eyes widened which made your smirk widen, especially when you saw Kirishima’s nervous look.

“A horror movie…?”

“Yeah! Nothing says togetherness like watching a movie so scary you might piss yourself and cry your fucking eyes out…” You clasped your hands together, your smirk turning darker as most of your other classmates looked hesitant, save a few who looked interested.

“That could be fun! I love scary movies! They’re so exciting don’t you guys think?!” Hagakure, your partner-in-crime had excitedly agreed with you and backed up your decision. And if she was being honest, these movies were fun for her because her invisibility allowed her to indulge in a little fun when she would prank some people when they were scared out of their wits.

“I enjoy those kind of movies. They tend to have some interesting story-lines, so I’m okay with watching a horror movie.” Tsuyu said, despite her blank expression she was up for it.

“I agree. I would watch one of those.” Tokoyami was quick to agree with her since he was very much an avid horror movie fan, befitting how much of a goth he was. “You may or may not have seen the movie I have in mind before.” You pointed out, since if there’s one thing you and Tokoyami got along with it was your fondness for horror movies.

“Surprise me.” He almost challenged you, which just made your grin grow, especially when you saw the other looks on your classmates’ faces, especially poor sweet Izuku and your dear Kirishima…

“I’m in! I ain’t afraid of no scary movie!” Kaminari claimed, since scary movies didn’t exactly bother him as much as it did for others, but not many of his classmates looked like they believed him. “Me neither!” However, he started a bit of a trend when Mina shared his sentiments, and now many of them started to feel the need to prove their bravery, and to just see how ‘scary’ this movie was…

“H-Hey now! Look if anyone’s not a fan of scary movies then maybe… you guys don’t have to watch it.” Kirishima wanted to be nice though, and make sure no one felt pressured to watch the movie, even though you could just tell what his ulterior motive was: He didn’t like scary movies.

“Heh… let em watch it Kirishima, it’ll give them a lesson in bravery… I mean… what are you really playing at bro? Are you chicken?” You smirked and crossed your arms, satisfied when Kirishima flinched at such a very ‘unmanly’ accusation.

“No! I’m no chicken! I’m just giving them a choice that’s all!”

“It’s okay if you’re chicken, I mean Tokoyami’s the bird here but I guess we just didn’t notice you wearing your chicken hat until now. Though I guess your hair looks chicken-esque enough.” You said, sadistically smirking at the poor guy, whose face was turning as red as his hair.

“H-Hey! Don’t call my hair chicken! This is peer pressure! Come on that’s such an unmanly thing to do!”

“You’re just saying that cuz you’re a big, FAT, chicken!”

“(Y/N)! This is so not cool! Stop saying that!” Kirishima’s blush darkened as you didn’t stop your taunting.

“Chicken~.” You sang-songed, poking him on the forehead to add to your teasing, even when he backed away, “Stop it!”

“Chicken!” You didn’t stop, you were loving how embarrassed he was getting when you started to poke at his hair and even pull a strand out purely for the hell of it.

“OW! I’m NOT a chicken!!” He cringed as soon as he felt that little strand plucked out as he gave you a rare look of mild annoyance which looked beautiful with his flushed cheeks. You almost felt guilty for being so mean to him, but the tsundere in you was telling you that he deserved it for making you love him so much.

But the guilt was winning as you took it down a notch, “Okay Kiri… I believe you…” Your voice softened a bit, and Kirishima wasn’t sure whether to feel comfortable or nervous since he’s learned to predict how unpredictable you could be. It didn’t help when you put your hand on his shoulder, “I suppose you’re only a chicken if you can’t fight against villains like you have… so… okay… you’re not a chicken… and you don’t HAVE to watch the movie if you don’t want to… and I’ll just make fun of you in private to the girls in the locker room.” You sounded a little bit gentle, and you smiled when you saw Kirishima perk up a bit when you took back the ‘chicken’ insult, but instantly he pouted at the last thing you said.

You always did this. But it’s not like he hated it, he actually liked the attention you gave him and you were nice to him at times, which he really liked because it proved what he thought about you. That you were actually pretty cool and that you had a heart underneath all the jokes. But, he couldn’t quite let you win, or get away with calling him chicken.

“Heh. There won’t be any need for that, I’ll prove that I’m no chicken! Scary movies are nothing! I mean… a real man isn’t afraid of a little movie… I’m man enough to watch this!” He was up for this challenge, well… not really, but he’d prove that he could be manly and take a scary movie! It was just a movie! Nothing in them were real… and he knew it!

But you couldn’t help but smirk when he was finally on board, and disregarded the fact that a few of your other classmates… particularly Izuku, Uraraka, Kouda, Jirou and Mineta weren’t really on board. And Sero and Kaminari finally succeeded in getting Bakugou to very reluctantly agree just so they would stop bugging him.

“Perfection…” You resisted the urge to do a ‘villain laugh’ as soon as it was all set in stone for tonight…

4 HOURS LATER at 7 pm…

“Okay…” You were getting the movie ready as you clicked on the remote, “I’m telling you guys right now. That this movie inspired me to pretty much NEVER go anywhere where there’s mountains in my life… after this, you’ll understand why I’m never going anywhere that’s too dark again.” You were kind of exaggerating, but at the same time you kind of meant what you were saying since… the movie kinda traumatized you when you were younger.

Only a few of your classmates took your warning seriously, but Bakugou thought you were being stupid as he scoffed. However, Kirishima sat beside him and he was already looking very nervous and appeared to believe every word you were saying…

What in the world was in this movie to make you stay away from dark places and mountains…?

“There can be revelry in the dark you know?” Tokoyami asked you, but you just chuckled a little bit, “Maybe for you… because the dark is your advantage but… I ain’t never stepping foot into a pitch black place again… not after this movie…” You gave your cryptic explanation, which did nothing to ease your more nervous friends.

“I-It’s that bad…?” Uraraka sounded concerned, and she was just as scared as Izuku and Kirishima was. While horror movies didn’t freak her out that bad, some of them still scared her. And you nodded as you turned the lights off, “Oh… it’s bad…”

Kirishima put his brave face on, even though everything you said wasn’t making him feel any less nervous, “I’m sure it’s not that bad… we can handle anything! Nothing’s too scary for heroes!” He declared optimistically, and you couldn’t help but smile, he was so sweet it was perfect that you chose this movie to scare the Mr. Bojangles out of him…

“Yeah, yeah just start the fucking thing already!” Bakugou was getting impatient though, and demanded that you start the damn thing as you scoffed and just started the movie, “All right already! Keep your panties on…” You muttered under your breath, but that didn’t escape Bakugou’s surprisingly sharp hearing.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY?!”

You had to cover your mouth to quell your snickers as Kirishima managed to calm down the blonde to get him to shut up when the movie started…

50 MINUTES LATER…

The claustrophobic setting was enough to unnerve your classmates as they watched rather intently and felt nervous for the women in the film.

Mineta at first was excited because there was mostly women in the movie, but as soon as thing were getting intense he was shaking like a leaf, and he practically fainted as soon as Holly broke her leg in a rather graphic manner.

But Aoyama actually fainted as soon as he saw Holly’s leg bone sticking out after falling and breaking it, which urged a rather frantic Iida to quickly to lie the boy down with his head on a pillow until he woke up. Similarly, Jirou had to look away as the graphic sight alone made her feel nauseous, and neither Sero or Ojiro fared much better as Sero covered his mouth and averted his gaze from the scene, and Ojiro nearly gagged the more he focused on the bone and blood…

Much to your immense amusement, even if you did feel bad for Aoyama. You certainly didn’t expect anyone to faint. Sick at best, but not enough to faint…

“Oh that’s nasty…” Kaminari didn’t feel as sick as Jirou or Ojiro did but it was clear he couldn’t look at it either, “Eek!” Mina had squealed and closed her eyes once that part came on and practically held a disgusted and mildly frightened Yaoyorozu, “I-It’s okay Ashido… it’s not real…” She tried to comfort the girl, and kind of felt really horrible for Holly even if she was just a fictional character. The injury looked horrible…

Izuku, shockingly wasn’t the most horrified since he’s suffered injuries not unlike that before, but seeing it on someone else was still alarming and frightening to look at. And Uraraka gasped and involuntarily hid her face in Izuku’s shoulder. But then they both gasped heavily at the sudden close contact and pulled away, averting each other’s gazes and blushing darkly. Beside them Todoroki didn’t seem disinterested, if anything he seemed pretty focused on the movie even if that injury was a little bit hard to look at.

“That’s inaccurate. You’re supposed to set the bone once before you splint it in place.” He stated what he knew about injuries based on his own training and what his shitty old man had taught him. “You’re never ever try to reinsert a protruding bone from an open fracture like that.” Yaoyorozu backed up his claim, which made you kinda giggle at how much these two knew.

“Heh… the least movies can do is use correct medical knowledge eh?” You wondered after listening to them, but you were distracted when you saw Kirishima shivering as he tried to not focus so much on how graphic that injury as he gulped hard and resisted any part of him that felt nauseous or sick after seeing… bone… blood… and Holly screaming when they tried to reset the bone…

He swallowed whatever was in his throat and tried rising back up, gagging quietly as you tried your hardest not to snicker at the poor thing. He was so freaked out…

And this wasn’t even the best part.

You heard a sharp gasp though from Kirishima as soon as Sarah saw some kind of creature in the cave, and he was trembling all over again. He knew what that meant, and he wasn’t looking forward to what was happening next, he knew a jump scare was coming soon.

“Y-You all saw that right…?” He asked nervously as many of his classmates made little mumbles of acknowledgement, “Who couldn’t have seen that idiot?” Bakugou rolled his eyes at how clearly scared his friend was, even if he wouldn’t admit that this movie was… surprisingly hardcore, the injury looked pretty real, so real it actually made him cringe the first time he saw it…

“Hehe… don’t worry Kirishima…” You smiled and placed your hand on the redhead’s shoulder, scooting closer to him even when he tried to stop shaking so badly and gulped hard. Was this your plan? To scare him? He was starting to wonder. He wanted to avoid watching any of the more unnerving parts, but he couldn’t since you were right next to him, and making sure he WAS watching it…

And you resisted the urge to snicker like a maniac when you saw that Kirishima wasn’t the only one trying to not watch the movie. Shoji averted his eyes every now and then whenever something disturbing showed up, he didn’t dare look at Holly’s broken leg and Satou was too frightened to eat the sweets he had in preparation for this movie. While Kouda was covering his ears and had his eyes closed as he trembled where he sat next to a rather calm, collected Tokoyami, who was clearly enthralled by the movie.

“How have I never seen this movie? The dark, suffocating atmosphere is frighteningly realistic in that setting…” He thought outloud, obviously approving of your movie choice as you giggled a little bit, “It’s different from other horror movies I’ve seen, but in a good way. It’s not cliché at all.” Tsuyu agreed with Tokoyami and looked just as interested as she did, and you couldn’t help but smile proudly. “Told ya it was good. And this ain’t even the best part.” That piqued some of your classmates interest and dread.

“W-What’s the best part…?” Kirishima asked you nervously, his form quivering as you gave him that insidious grin you were infamous for. “If I told you it’d take away from it Kiri…” You used a cutesy voice even though Kirishima knew better, especially at this moment where he figured out your evil plan…

He shouldn’t have been watching, he should have actually just said ‘no’ to this movie instead of pretending to not be scared. Even though he thought ‘what kind of man is too scared to watch a movie?’. It was conflicting and embarrassing, especially now that you were seeing him all freaked out over a little movie…

You almost felt bad when you saw how scared he was getting, but after 5 more minutes in you noticed just how dark the room was, thanks to the sun setting and making the room nearly black and only the light on the TV allowed you to see most of your classmates getting nervous as they focused on the scene involving the dead animal bones…

A wide grin found its way on your lips as the ‘best part’ came up…

At least 10 of your classmates let out shrieks of terror as soon as the ugly cave monster showed up, and a few had jumped out of their seats from fear.

“AAAAAHHH!”

“IT’S IN THE CAVE!!”

“RUN OUT OF THERE!!

“EEEEEEK!”

“WHERE’D IT GO?!”

“OH MY GOD!!”

“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING?!”

“OH SHIT!!”

You laughed outloud as your classmates all shouted almost as if they were in the movie and as if the women could actually hear them, and identified Mina and Kirishima as the loudest screamers when you saw Mina practically hiding behind the couch and Kirishima was shaking in his seat and you swore you saw tears in his eyes. The poor thing did not exactly have what you would call a manly scream and you were loving it. Sadistic as it was, you felt successful in ‘getting back at him’ for making you love him, and at the same time you felt kind of horrible…

“Are you okay…?” This time, you didn’t sound like you were teasing him, you were concerned since he looked pretty scared.

“I-I… I think I peed a little bit…” He said in a somewhat shaky voice, and you tried your hardest to not snicker in amusement as you tried to soothe his nerves and rub his back gently, “Don’t worry buddy it’s all a movie…” As much as you loved how this turned out, you were starting to feel a little worse by the moment.

“I nearly wet my pants…” Sero then spoke up as he trembled where he sat, and Kaminari promptly scooted away from him. “I guess… I wouldn’t blame you…” However, he was just as terrified as his friend was. If he were in that situation, he would have freaked out just like the women did.

But before anyone could relax, the creature showed up yet again and everyone was on edge yet again now that the monsters were there to make the movie all the more horrifying.

Aoyama finally came to from where he lied, sitting up and rubbing his head with a low groan, “W-What did I miss…?” He asked, and as soon as he saw the screen featuring Holly getting her throat torn and ripped apart, he fainted yet again much to Iida’s distress as he jumped a little bit at the scene himself.

Wow, it was that scary to everyone?

Well, Tsuyu, Tokoyami and Bakugou still looked pretty entertained. In fact, the latter was smirking and legitimately entertained as soon as Juno began fighting that ugly fucker.

Of course you expected those three to be comfortable watching a horror movie, but everyone else, especially Izuku, Uraraka and Kirishima looked like they weren’t going to get any sleep tonight. And it got worse as soon as Sarah was forced to watch the monsters eat Holly’s corpse in all it’s gory glory complete with the sickening sounds of flesh being torn and stripped by the creature’s sharp teeth.

Uraraka and Izuku practically squealed in unison as they trembled and turned away with their eyes shut, wondering why did they actually stay and watch this with everyone. Kirishima held back the scream creeping in his throat, at least until he thought bile was rising up and he gagged a little bit. You should have been amused but you weren’t…

‘Aww man… I can’t be happy when he’s like this…’

You thought guiltily as you sighed and put your hand on the redhead’s shoulder, which made him gasp sharply due to that sudden touch startling him, “(Y-Y/N…?”

“Dude… if it’s too much you don’t have to watch… I promise not to mock you behind your back if you do…” You weren’t playing or anything, and Kirishima could tell, “What…? Hehe… I-I’m all right really… it’s like you said it’s just a movie…” He nervously forced a small laugh and crooked grin, “I’m not a chicken after all…”

Kirishima claimed and tried to look brave… for about 5 seconds until he saw Sam and Rebecca get ambushed by one of the monsters in a jump scare that made him jump in his seat and let out a scream, “O-Okay fine I’m a chicken!” This time, he did turn away with his eyes downcast and looking miserable as he started mentally beating himself up and calling himself a coward for letting a little movie scare him. Part of him wanted to cry, but he refused, no way he’d look even more like a wuss in front of you.

He was such a loser. This was so unmanly in every way possible, and on top of that you were there to see him act like such a wuss. Kirishima always knew he was a bit of a wuss when it came to these kind of things, but he thought he could brave it, he really did…

‘What have I done?! Oh Kirishima… no matter what I do I can’t shake these feelings off, and now I feel horrible!’

“Eijiro.”

Kirishima perked up as soon as he heard you say his name, and your heart was beating at what you were about to do next, but you couldn’t stand to see him like this. “C’mere you doofus…” Quietly and discreetly you placed your lips on his forehead which made him perk up and freeze, his cheeks turning as red as his hair as he stared at you wide-eyed in extreme surprise.

“W-Wha… w-wha-what… w-was…?” He didn’t mean to stutter, but he definitely did not expect you to do that as you pouted and blushed heavily. “I’m sorry okay? I didn’t think this movie would freak you out that much…” You muttered and he blushed even more, looking away in shame as you put your hand on his face to make him look at you.

“Admitting you’re chicken is manly though… don’t feel so bad just because you find it scary. I’m still afraid of the freaking dark because of this movie… the only reason I’m not scared is because I’m so close to you…” That sounded kinda sappy, but you meant what you said as you tried not to smile when you saw Kirishima’s look of surprise.

He was touched though, and felt a beam of happiness beginning to blossom in his heart as he smiled wide, “You… you mean that?” He asked somewhat bashfully, and you rolled your eyes a little bit.

“Yes you mook… I really do. And the truth is… argh… dammit… I like you stupid…!” You whispered to him as your whole face burned, and your heart beating out of your chest now that you finally admitted it. Kirishima somehow looked even more surprised, part of him always thought that maybe you had a thing for him, but now this was confirmation that you definitely did…

And he couldn’t help the grin rising on his lips as he pulled you in for a hug, smiling that smile that you fell in love with, “Hahaha! W-Wow um... I... you know I have to be honest I... I like you too (Y/N)! I think you’re pretty awesome…. And seriously manly… to be able to watch a movie like this… and for other reasons too but… yeah I… I like you too…” He blushed and sounded a little shyer when he said the ‘L’ word to you, as he truly did return your feelings and you were just… so happy…

You almost completely forgot about the movie as you smiled warmly and hugged him back. “Good… that is exactly how I feel about you too… you’re the manliest guy I’ve ever met you know that?” Deciding to go soft, you smiled when you saw his smile brightening, but before he could squeeze you affectionately, he made the mistake of looking at the movie when a loud monster screech startled him and made him and his classmates nearly all scream and he did squeeze you… out of terror and he practically clung to you like a sloth to a tree.

At first you were shocked, but then you quickly snickered at his reaction and loved how his arms felt around you as you patted him on the head, kinda stroking the spikes a little bit. “(Y/N)’s got you…” A little condescendingly you spoke to him a soft tone, which made him kinda pout as he made sure to avoid watching the scarier parts while everyone was trembling in terror.

“A-Are you okay Ashido…?” Yaoyorozu asked Mina, who nodded despite her fear, “Y-Yeah… why…?”

“W-We heard you scream just now…” Jirou replied shortly afterwards, but was surprised at Mina’s confused look, “That wasn’t me…” Mina, for once didn’t scream at that last part since she had gotten used to the atmosphere. But everyone knew what Jirou was saying, because after seeing the jump scare featuring Rebecca getting her stomach torn and eaten alive by the monsters they heard someone shriek…

Very femininely and high-pitched…

“Huh? Then who screamed? Uraraka?” Kaminari looked to see the girls, but all of them were shaking their heads because they had held their tongues to avoid embarrassing themselves. “It was very girly sounding…” Despite not getting an answer, Kaminari just snickered a bit and everyone didn’t see Todoroki staring down at his lap and silently blushing as he made sure to avoid seeing anymore of the movie.

You saw. Because it was your job to make sure everyone was watching the movie, and you didn’t expect Todoroki Shouto to scream like a little girl, or Kirishima, the love of your life to hold you so tightly as his grip on you didn’t loosen in the slightest as you held him close and practically cuddled him.

Boy this night was turning out better than you thought…

25 MINUTES LATER…

The ending credits came on and you were a mix of amused, ecstatic and enamored as you didn’t let go of Kirishima, just in love with how soft yet firm he felt thanks to all those muscles on him that you found ridiculously attractive and tempting to just touch, and now you were feeling them up so close. It was like a muscular teddy bear you just wanted to sleep with in bed and never let go. And you had seen what he looked like under the clothes

However, his grip on you slowly loosened now that the movie was over but he still looked a little unnerved after everything he had to see.

“Soooooo… what did you guys think?!” You excitedly asked your friends and classmates, but many of them were rather… shell-shocked, with only Tokoyami, Tsuyu and Bakugou appearing the most entertained.

“That actually wasn’t a shitty movie after all.” Bakugou looked surprisingly calm as he approved of your movie choice, and you actually smiled. “Yeah I liked it a lot. It was one of the better horror movies I’ve seen in a while.” Tsuyu was next to say how much she enjoyed the movie and Tokoyami nodded besides her. “That was brilliant. I enjoyed every moment of it. I agree with Asui, it’s a lot better compared to the more modern horror movies.”

Their approval made you start to smile a little more smugly than you wanted to, “Hehe… why thanks~.” You giggled a little bit, but everyone else…

“T-That… t-hat… w-w-a-was… horrifying…” Izuku barely managed to get his words out as he and Uraraka were still trembling on the couch they were on. “I don’t want to go visit the mountains anymore…”

“I-It’s only a movie! It’s fictitious and there is no such thing as cave monsters!” Iida tried to make his friends feel better, but you just smiled at him.

“You don’t know that Iida… I mean not all caves are explored… who knows what’s in there? There just might be a cave monster somewhere around the world.” You didn’t help at all and added to the fear as many of the others started to tremble.

“She has a point…” Todoroki didn’t want to believe it, but this movie was… surprisingly and legitimately frightening. He didn’t want to imagine getting stuck in a mountain and suffocating from the lack of oxygen while something is potentially lurking in the dark.

“I-I’m sleeping with my lights on tonight…” Aoyama said what the rest of the Dekusquad was thinking, now that they had the wits scared out of them.

“Momo… can you please make me a night light…?” Mina asked Yaoyorozu because that movie seriously freaked her out, “M-Me too…?” Kaminari quickly asked right after Mina did, but the sweet Yaoyorozu did agree to make them some lights for tonight…

You didn’t know whether to be amused or kinda guilty. “Um… you don’t think this movie’s gonna scar anyone for life do you…?” You asked a shaky Kirishima, “I… I don’t think so…” He didn’t sound confident at all as you nervously smiled…

“BOO!”

Kirishima suddenly screamed and many of his classmates followed short when they heard him, and he jumped fearfully. But you had no idea who did that… at least until you heard your friend laughing.

“Hee-hee-hee! Sorry! I couldn’t really resist…” Hagakure was giggling, but nobody could see her so that definitely means she had stripped to be completely invisible. “Ahahaha! Nice one…” You approved of her little joke even when a few of your classmates were shouting at you for starting them, and Kirishima was trembling where he stood.

Smiling, you went over to him and held his hand to take him to his dorm-room, “C’mon…”

Kirishima let you lead him because he was honestly really scared now that he saw everything from that movie and some of the images and scenes weren’t going to leave his head for a while. He couldn’t stop thinking about it now… the blood, the cave-in, the monsters, the women screaming…

Even when it was time for him to go to bed he couldn’t really get them out of his head, and you knew this. So that’s why you were staying with him even when he got in his pajamas and lied in his bed, unwilling to turn the lights off and he almost freaked out when you were about to.

“Don’t!” He suddenly yelled, and you were honestly surprised…

Was he that scared?

Now you really felt bad. “Oh Kiri… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” You smiled a little sadly, turning off the light as he gasped and tried his hardest not to look so alarmed as you made your way over to him on his bed. “I’m sorry for calling you chicken…” You patted him gently on the back, and he blushed a little bit at how close you were but your comfort was making him feel a little bit better.

“Nah… it’s okay… you weren’t wrong, I should have just owned up to being a chicken…” Kirishima admitted to that, and felt bad for lying about since lying was not a manly thing to do at all. “You’re the cutest chicken ever. And besides… you’re not chicken at all where it counts.” You kissed him on the cheek, reminding him of the villains he’s fought against, and his bravery when he and Izuku went to go rescue Bakugou.

And Kirishima couldn’t help but grin shyly with a pink blush on his cheeks, “Awww… thanks!” He beamed as he actually kissed you on the forehead in return, which made you freeze and blush heavily as you let out a rather dorky, giddy little giggle…

“Uh… this might sound kinda lame but… do you mind… staying the night?” Kirishima then sounded shy upon asking you that, and you were still in a bit of shock from the kiss, but you nonetheless grinned and happily nodded. “I don’t mind at all~!” You said happily as the two of you exchanged big smiles and an equally big hug.

It took a while for him to actually go to sleep, but you were next to him in bed and the dark felt a little less scary.

You on the other hand, weren’t scared at all. You succeeded in getting the boy you loved close to you. Sure, you might have had to scare the pants off of him, but he was all yours now.

BONUS ENDING…

“Good morning cla-…”

Aizawa didn’t expect to walk into his classroom to see almost all of his students asleep on their desks. The ones who were awake looked a mix of exhausted and terrified with their eyes wide, droopy and bloodshot. And the only ones who were awake at all were you, Kirishima, Tokoyami, Tsuyu and Bakugou.

His eyebrow twitched ever so slightly in irritation when he picked up on what could have happened, “That’s it… no more horror movies on a school night…”

Little did you know, Aizawa planned on finding that movie of yours and confiscating it, as to spare his students from being traumatized any further…

You wouldn’t mind. You were finally with the boy you loved.

HAPPY APRIL FOOLS TUMBLR~!!!!!! :D <3 :3

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of-fishnets-and-black-lace · 4 years

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True Love is a Lie pt. II

Request: Can I please have a part two to “True Love is a Lie”? The first one was so good! Can I have it where it’s been a couple of months and you’re dating Sam and Lucifer comes and asks you to take a walk through the woods while Sam and Dean follow behind, just in case, and you tell him that you’re pregnant with Sam’s child and can you name the child Diana from Wonder Woman and also include the young Diana Prince?

Read Part 1 here!

Word Count: 1892

Warnings: Angst, pregnancy, fluff, cursing, terrible writing, idk what else since it has been too long since I’ve read this, the format got messed up when i posted this from my google docs

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Past Lucifer x Reader

A/N: I’m baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack. Shit has been so crazy the past few months/years but I’ve got my mojo back! It has been so long since I’ve done anything but I am hoping that with this pandemic I can finally post and write all the requests I have been getting, sequels to my other stories, as well as new stuff I’ve been working on. I am still not taking any requests until I have finished those in my inbox. I love you all and I am so happy to be writing again!

A year went by since your last heartwrenching encounter with Lucifer. You nearly forgot about it because of your new life with Sam. Sam always made sure to be attentive and by your side at a moment’s notice. He made you trust in people again after your confrontation with Lucifer. He knew after that experience you’d be broken, so he made sure to be there to mend the pieces.

You did not want to dwell in the past and think yourself into a depressive mood, especially with the Winchester boys and your new best friend, Jack, gone on a hunt. You would’ve went with them had you not felt so nauseous and tired. It was a typical salt-n-burn so you weren’t exactly missing out on anything important. Nevertheless, Sam hated leaving you, especially with Lucifer still out there, but you were safe.

Just as the thought of the moose enters your mind, your phone buzzes.

Sam: Hey baby girl, we’re on our way back. Need anything?

You: Just some warm cuddles from my moose.

You: Actually, I need oranges like right now. Not joking, I feel like I’ll die without oranges.

Sam: Is everything ok? You’ve never asked for oranges and I’ve never even seen you eat oranges since I’ve known you.

You: Yeah I’m fine, just a bit nauseous. Also I’ve just been having a weird craving for oranges for some reason. Oh well.

Sam: Hmm, I’m no doctor but maybe you should get checked out. I worry about you, honey.

You: I know sweetie, but the doctor is expensive. It’s probably just the stomach flu or something. Btw, how much longer?

Sam: Probably an hour, give or take 15 minutes.

You: Ok, Love you! See you soon!

Sam: Love you too! Can’t wait!

“Ok, so I have about an hour or so to check and see if my suspicions are correct.” You say aloud to yourself.

“What suspicions?” Cas suddenly appears out of nowhere, scaring you half to death.

“What the hell Cas?!” You all but screamed.

“Sorry, I thought you were praying to me.” Cas was never any good at lying to you.

“Umm, no I wasn’t just tell me why are you here?”

“I heard something on angel radio, and I needed to know if it is true.” He places a hand on your stomach. “So it is true.”

“What? What is wrong with me?”

“(Y/N), your suspicions are right. You’re six weeks pregnant.”

“How is that possible? Sam and I were so careful! What will he think or say? No, I can’t tell him. Not yet.”

With Sam and Dean still not home, you made Cas get a pregnancy test. You trusted the angel’s words, but you needed concrete evidence. You made Cas leave for a few days; you knew for sure that Cas wouldn’t be able to keep the secret. The plus sign emerged with seconds to spare as Sam’s heavy footsteps could be heard approaching your shared room.

“(Y/N) I’m home!” Sam yelled as he collapsed onto the bed. You run out from the bathroom, pounce on him, and kiss all over his face.

“I missed you, Moose.”

“I missed you too, sweetheart. I got the oranges you asked for.”

“Thank you, baby…” You said as you chewed on the inside of your cheek.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?”

“Sam, have you ever thought about having kids?”

“Well yeah of course but… Isn’t it a little dangerous given our profession?”

“Yeah that’s true, but we’ve got out once, we can do it again. Besides, I know I am safe when I’m with you and when I’m here in the bunker.”

“Enough with the chit chat, we have company.” Dean interrupts

You and Sam follow Dean to the lighted table, sitting there was God himself, dressed oh so casually and a look of nervousness graced his face.�� He twiddled his thumbs and a small smile made its way to his features as his eyes locked with yours.

“Uh hehe, hey (Y/N), Sam, Dean, Jack.”

“What’s up, Chuck?” You said, holding onto Sam.

“Um, Lucifer asked me to tell you that he’s outside and would like to speak with you.” You grabbed onto Sam a little tighter.

“I’ll talk to him, but I want Sam and Dean to stay close to me. Jack should stay behind since it’s his father.”

“He knows, he said that they could.”

You make your way outside and there he is, dressed in a nice suit and tie with a bouquet of (f/c) (f/f) in his right hand, but one thing was different: you couldn’t see his wings. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest, but Sam gave a reassuring squeeze to your hand. You began walking toward Lucifer, Sam and Dean close behind. Lucifer handed you the bouquet of flowers and gave a quick peck to your knuckles. This apparently didn’t sit well with Sam as he cleared his throat with anger.

“Will you join me for a walk through the woods, (Y/N)?” Lucifer asked and you look to Sam and Dean. “Don’t worry, they can follow behind.”

You all walk to the edge of the woods in silence, your heart beat faster with every step closer to the treeline. Through your peripheral vision, you could see Sam clench and unclench his jaw. He was just as nervous as you were, if not more so. You and Lucifer finally enter the woods. Sam and Dean follow a minute behind to give you some form of privacy, while still able to barely make out your conversations.

“First of all, I want to say I’m so sorry for what I did to you. I should have asked for your permission and talked it through with you.” Lucifer says, breaking the silence.

“It’s alright I guess. I did some research and I now understand that I would not have survived through labour. However, that does not justify your actions, what you did really hurt me.”

“I know, and I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt my soulmate.”

“Soulmate?”

“Yes, you were my soulmate. That’s why you were able to see my wings.”

“Then why can’t I see them now?”

“Well, that’s what I wanted to talk about.” There was a pained expression on his face, you’ve never seen the devil quite like this before. “I had God make Sam your soulmate after what I had done to you.”

“This isn’t like you Lucifer, why would you do this?”

“I have to prove to you that I will always love you and do what’s best for you, even if it meant letting you go.” He sighed and placed a hand on your stomach. You could hear Dean hold Sam back as he spewed threats if Lucifer were to harm you.

“Hurt the baby and I will not hesitate to pluck every feather from your wings.”

“I swear on my Father that I will protect yours and Sam’s child. It’s the least I could do to make up for everything.” He said as he kisses your forehead. “Name her Diana.” With that he disappears.

Sam finally breaks away from his brother and runs straight to you. He sees you place a hand protectively over your stomach and smile to it.The words of Lucifer finally make sense to him as he asks “You’re pregnant?”

You shake your head and smile, afraid to say anything.

“I am going to be a father!” Sam shouted with excitement as he picks you up and spins you around. Tears of joy threaten to spill from both you and Sam as you lock eyes. As he goes in for a kiss, you both are interrupted by Dean, yelling incoherently and excitedly about him being an uncle. You and Sam look at each other and giggle. It’s not a perfect family, but you can’t live without them.

Time Skip to Wedding Day (3 years later)

You look at your engagement ring then to your flower girl, Diana Prince Winchester, waddling down the aisle leaving flower petals in her wake. She looked so adorable in her little white dress and you couldn’t help but to tear up. The audience gasp and awe as they watch your daughter.

The wedding was surprisingly large for a pair of hunters. Hordes of hunters (friends and some you’ve never seen before), the Winchesters’ monster “friends”, a few angels, and some family came from all over to see you two get married. With God sponsoring your wedding, you expected something extravagant like a wedding at the Vatican. However, this was not the case. The ceremony was held in a beautiful meadow that somehow matched your (f/c) wedding theme. The icing on top of the cake was Chuck himself officiating the wedding.

The wedding march began and Gabriel walks you down the aisle. Sam couldn't help but let a few tears slip as he watches his two beautiful girls in white. Dean, the best man, elbows him slightly but he too couldn't help the tears. Cas, Lucifer, and Jack all smile at you and then to Sam. They know you two are perfect for each other. You weren't phased by Sam asking Lucifer to be a groomsman. Besides, it was your idea to have him as Diana's godfather. You finally reach the altar, and neither of you seem to care about the sniffling and hiccuping. You were finally marrying each other so let the waterworks happen.

You were hardly paying attention until you hear Chuck say it's time to share your vows. Sam clears his throat and begins:

“Y/N, I've known you for as long as I can remember. We've been fighting side by side since we were little and our dads would go on hunting trips together. I would always tell myself, that one way or another I will marry this girl and protect her from any and every monsters. You may have not been my soulmate then, but you are my soulmate now. And as your soulmate, I'm never letting you go.” There was a slight pause and an awkward cough from Lucifer. “I will love you until the end of time.”

He slips the ring on your finger as you begin: “I’d never thought I would be standing here with the infamous Sam Winchester, yet here I am with a ring on my finger. You were my first best friend and my first crush and my first protector. you’ve saved me from being broken in more ways than one, and for that I owe you my life. While it is true we were not soulmates before, we are soulmates now and that’s all that matters. I will love you forever until the end of time.”

After the expression of the “I Dos,” you hear the words you’ve been dying to hear since you made it to the altar: “You may kiss the bride.” Sam grabs you by the waste and pulls you to him. With the passion of a thousand suns, he kisses you and everything melts away. It was just like the first time you two kissed.

In the back of your mind, you could hear Lucifer whisper “I will always love you” but that didn’t matter to you anymore. You are Sam’s and he is yours. Nothing will change that.

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lumilasi · 4 years

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Which universe is Kain actually from? He was introduced in Reanimate as working with Tomura but says he knew Tenko as a child (sorry if this is incorrect I haven't read Reanimate in a while). He was in Labyrinth as Tenko's best friend but, Kain was a child/teenager. I also believe he is in Depths but I haven't actually read that yet so I can't say for certain.

Ah yeah, about the labyrinth thing. That one was a separate AU I made because I wanted to try and make a hero version of him. Now that one is no longer in existence, because I came to the conclusion that I just...didn’t like the idea, or the fic, so I deleted it. That Kain was not the same one as villain Kain, but given that story is gone, hero Kain no longer exists either.

I should probs delete the posts about him heh

As for the actual (villain/sometimes neutral) Kain, to summarize (sorry even my summaries are kinda long haha) his role in my fics:

(SPOILERS AHEAD FOR A FEW FICS SO READ WITH CAUTION)

He originates from Reanimate, specifically from that fic Tenko’s world, I.E the world of Tenko Shimura-Yagi.

He met Tenko in that verse as a child because his dad Daiki kidnapped the poor boy for AFO, in exhange for protection and ability to continue his reasearch on Kain’s complex power. All Might and some other heroes ultimately rescued Tenko, but didn’t manage to capture the Akashiros. (Kain was a small child around this time just like Tenko, but his mind had already begun to warp into what it is today, so he was already violent and struggled connecting with his emotions at this point due to parental neglect and basically being treated more like a test subject/potential weapon rather than a son.)

He then moved on (after the end of Reanimate to be exact, where his dad gets killed by Ryuu if I recall right) to stay in the villain Tomura’s world briefly, before ultimately returning to his own world with Ryuu, though mainly to estabilish a bit of a hub-world for them to return to from their dimension hopping adventures. Also to give Ryuu a place to return and stay in, in case Kain ends up dropping dead.

MORE SPOILERS AHEAD, I REPEAT, MORE SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN’T READ REANIMATE. (I just feel like I need to explain Kain’s full role in that fic to properly explain his timeline overall)

Kain’s dad used his son’s power to bring them and his lab into the world that fic’s villain-Tomura is from. Daiki wanted to reach back to his origin world later however, as Kain’s health had gotten so bad (which was his fault btw; enchanting Kain’s quirk artifically weakened his body) that he needed to basically find him a new body, and noted that Tenko would be a good match. I don’t remember exactly why Tenko or why he didn’t opt for Tomura, but I think it was for some petty reasons not to use Tomura. (Also, just for reference, Daiki’s quirk could swap minds between people’s bodies.)

Also in hindsight it could’ve also been out of respect for AFO to not go for his ’son,’ but I didn’t think of that back then. Now I wish I had dammit it makes so much sense

Plus, he could use Tenko’s decay to wipe out people he had beef with, provided he’d get his son’s mind under his complete control. Of course this did not work because Kain’s too smart and basically schemed around the situation to turn it against him, both to take revenge on his dad by both humiliating him and then having him killed, as well as practically saving both villain Tomura’s gang and Tenko, AND also leaving his past world and life behind.

The next story in line for his timeline is actually the Crossover fic, where he’s working with FS Hisashi to save lil Tenko and Izuku in the world of Crossroads, and to return Ryuu’s stolen quirk to him. In this fic, it gets revealed/hinted at, that one of his biggest reasons in helping Tenko back in his previous story (Reanimate) was due to his obsessive compulsion to fulfill promises he’s made, and he happened to promise to Tenko as a child (during the time Tenko was kidnapped by his dad, something he later forgot about due to trauma the incident caused, but Tenko starts remembering during the fic once the name Akashiro is brought up) that he would not hurt him. In other words, he had to make sure Tenko would escape that ordeal alright, or he’d lose control of his quirk and mental state, which probably would’ve enabled his dad to take back control over him and prevent him from gaining the freedom he desired.

This happened to somewhat extend to villain Tomura too, though there he was also curious to see what kind of a person he truly was, just from the different upbringing.

(I meant to explore Kain’s pscyhe more in a villain-centric sequel for Reanimate I planned, but that fic never became a thing due to me absolutely hating every idea I had for the overall plot so...This fic was also supposed to be where he gains the ”Red doctor” villain nickname.)

And yes, he is in Depths, which is basically the third part of his timeline. It’s a couple years later for him and Ryuu from Reanimate, and in that fic their role is less antagonistic. They’re pretty much helping Tomura and Dabi escape from the clutches of that world’s AFO, though there is a twist I can’t explain yet given its a massive spoiler and the fic is still ongoing.

I’ve been thinking of making like a visual timeline in order to explain his overall story and make stuff clearer, both for readers and myself haha. It’s a bit trickier when he doesn’t stick to one universe, but that’s what you get when you give a character an ability to dimension hop and can’t resist the temptation to mess around with that concept.

His character became far more complicated than I initially intended, but I don’t really regret it. I just kinda wish I’d been able to make that one fic in the same verse (Reanimate) to be able to show his character and flesh it out more consistently for my readers, as now the development is kinda scattered all over the place with different fics and universes.

So yeah, hope that clears stuff up. I know it’s bit of a complex mess, but that’s just how I seem to roll with my fics in general, even ignoring any oc shenanigans.

#answered anon #kain akashiro #fic spoilers #reanimate fic #reanimate verse #akashiro kain #my bnha oc #I just love making shit complicated huh #I’m honestly surprise how well I can keep track of everything despite how complicated my plots can get #???? idk #also I should be sleeping #but its too damn hot my brain won’t let meee

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ad1thi · 5 years

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sin city (wasn’t made for you)

@imposter-human wrote me this amazing fic that was begging for a sequel, so here it is!

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this got super long, so beware the read more! also please go through the tags for trigger warnings i don’t wanna accidentally upset anyone. bear in mind this is a serial killer fic, so morality is slightly screwy here

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“You’re a-” Tony splutters, “this is a -” he stumbles back, hitting the door without realising

His hands automatically starts fumbling for the knob, but he can’t turn, he can’t tear his eyes away from Bucky- who’s frozen in the motion of scrubbing blood from his shirt

There’s silence as words die in Tony’s throat, save for the jiggling of the lock

“It uh, locks immediately,” Bucky finally says, “i have to release it for you to get out”

“And you’re not going to do that are you,” Tony says, “of course not why would you? I just stumbled onto your murder dungeon you’re not stupid”

Tony sinks to the floor, breathing haphazardly, “I can’t breathe- oh my god I can’t breathe!”

Bucky is over in an instant, crouching and grabbing Tony’s hand to place on his chest

“Can you feel the rise and fall of my chest doll?” Bucky’s free hand is cupping his neck, but Tony has enough range to nod dumbly, “great can you just focus on that for me?”

“Focus on my breathing doll thats it try and follow it”

Tony’s eyes slowly go glassy, and he slumps against Bucky- erratically gasping for air like a fish out of water

Dimly, he can feel Bucky’s fingers against his cheek and hear his voice; but its so far away and Tony’s bed is so close

so he fights the urge to reach his boyfriend, and just, falls

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Tony wakes up, and he’s on a bed

More accurately, he’s on his bed

Chained to his bed with handcuffs that he and Bucky experimented with a couple of months back and god all the signs were there weren’t they?

The way Bucky kept odd hours, the constant stench of blood that surrounded him, the ways his eyes lit up when Tony talked about the murders in his books

God for the first couple of months the only way to get Bucky excited was Tony describing a murder from one of his books; how could he have been so blind?

Tony pulls at the chains experimentally, but he knows how sturdy the handcuffs are so its a lost cause

And the worst part is, Tony thinks, pulling his knees up and linking his arms under him, I still fucking love him

Absently, he wonders how pathetic it makes him; the fact that Bucky is a bona-fide serial killer and Tony is seriously considering still proposing to him

“You would’ve hit me on the back of the head and straightened me out, but this is what you get for dying in combat honeybear ” Tony says softly into the air and if the fact that he was talking aloud to his dead ex wasn’t a sign that he was going insane; what else was?

The door creaks open, and Tony’s eyes lift to see Bucky holding a tray of food; but his chin stays resting on his knees

The bed shifts slightly as Bucky sits down, and Tony obediently opens his mouth when Bucky nudges a spoon at him

If it wasn’t for the handcuffs and the bright red liquid staining Bucky’s neck; Tony could almost pretend that he was sick and Bucky was looking after him

As opposed to, you know, the reality- which was that Tony was a captive of a serial killer

Bucky lifts up a glass, and cups Tony’s chin to gingerly serve him water- but he doesn’t touch him otherwise

He keeps his hands to himself, folded on his lap; and his head cocked; silently waiting for Tony to say something

“So,” Tony says finally, because it is a well documented fact that silence makes Tony uncomfortable, “how did this whole thing begin?”

He gestures vaguely at the blood coating Bucky, and Bucky must’ve not realised he still had blood on it because he lifts his fingers to his neck and looks surprised when it comes back red

“Shit,” he curses, before looking back at Tony with wide eyes, “I’m sorry I thought I’d gotten it all off before I came in”

“I walked in on your murder dungeon Buck,” Tony says; the nickname slipping out, “I don’t think a bit of blood will startle me”

“Plus,” he lifts his hands to clink the chains, before re-wrapping them around his feet, “ ‘s not like I can go anywhere”

Bucky winces, “I’m sorry about the chains, they’re just a precaution. I didn’t, I didn’t want you to run before I had a chance to explain myself”

Tony snorts, “I am your captive audience”

The corner of Bucky’s lips curl up; but he otherwise looks genuinely apologetic

It’s funny, Tony always assumed that murderers were sociopaths; but Bucky is fucking with his empirical data

“The first time was um, when I was 17 maybe 18?” Tony’s face must show his surprise because Bucky hastens to explain, “yeah there was a girl in my class, Nat? She’d been having some trouble with the guy who lived across hall from her and her mom, and so I uh- I took care of it”

“My hero,” Tony says and Bucky rubs the back of his self consciously

“I don’t-” Bucky starts and then stops, “I don’t mindlessly kill. I wanted you to know that. The system is broken, and there are so many fucked up people who get away with shit every single day and I just -” he breaks off again, and looks up at Tony imploringly

“I mean to lie to you, I really did start out in forensics,” Bucky says- and it must speak to how fucked up Tony’s heart is that it still flutters for the man in front of him, “but I just watched Stevie catch so many people who would slip through the cracks of our justice system and I -”

“The day after I killed Mr. Pierce, was the first day that Nat came to school without bruises,” Bucky reaches out for Tony; his face dropping when Tony instinctively flinches back, “I know its wrong. I know murder is wrong. But how can someone that stopped a 16 year old from being raped be so bad?”

“I don’t mindlessly kill,” Bucky says again, “but I do, kill that is. Everyone that I kill, deserves to die”

“A modern age Robin Hood,” Tony says lightly because he isn’t sure to do with all the information he just received, “just more murder-y”

Bucky cracks a real smile at that, and Tony thinks to himself im so fucked

It’s a couple of years after they’ve skipped town to avoid Detective Rogers (its weird calling him that, I always knew him as Stevie, Bucky had said once) when Tony abruptly turns to Bucky and says “I want to join”

It wasn’t easy getting used to the fact that his husband had a body count of 44 (and climbing) but Bucky hadn’t lied

Everyone that he’d ever killed, deserved to die

Loan sharks, rapists, men who preyed on children, women who drugged old pensioners- every single person that Bucky had killed had been arrested but acquitted on a technicality

Tony had to quit his day job, and he wrote under an alias and posted the work to Pepper anonymously so she wouldn’t be implicated in any way; and he and Bucky were married in secret and their marriage certificate locked up- but it was worth it

Bucky was worth it

6 years on and Tony still loves him so fiercely he thinks he may die from it, which is why he says “I want to join”

Bucky looks up from where he’s meticulously cleaning the bullets of any fingerprints and holding them into his pistol, mouth hanging slightly open

Tony chuckles and presses his fingers to his husband’s chin; pushing his mouth closed and leaning in for a feather-light kiss

“You’ll catch flies that way, Buck” he says, before leaning back and spreading his hands out, “well?”

Bucky’s face scrunches up, “Why?”

Tony shrugs, “you get so, excited after a kill and I just, I wanna experience that. That rush you feel”

“Plus,” he says- slipping on some gloves and taking the pistol from Bucky, “I’m a crack shot”

He lifts the gun over Bucky’s head; closes his eyes, kisses Bucky- and shoots

Bucky breaks the kiss to look over his shoulder at where there’s a perfect hole though the hole of the woman in the painting and turns back to Tony with a wicked smile, “oh darling you’ve been holding out on me”

–

Tony’s standing over the dead body, gun still pointing at his forehead; when Bucky walks over

“Doll,” he says quietly, “doll we gotta move before the police arrive”

Tony turns to him with wide eyes, and when he shifts his Bucky’s arms- Bucky can feel his cock at half mast against his thighs

“You never told me it felt like that,” Tony whispers; his voice dropping to a rich baritone voice, “I mean- you talked about it, but I never realised it felt like that”

There’s something akin to awe in Tony’s voice, and he can’t seem to look away from the body strewn across the floor

Bucky has to hand it to him, he shot the guy directly between the eyes- and there’s barely any blood splatter

Bucky rocks his thigh against Tony’s cock slightly; grinning when he moans, “It feels good doesn’t it?”

Tony nods, bottom lip caught between his teeth

“Doll,” he whispers, “as much as I’d like to stay and help you take care of that here- we gotta skip before the cops get here”

“Stevie got way too close to catching me last time, and orange washes me out”

He holds his hand out for the gun, and Tony clicks on the safety and passes it over

He walks over to the bin in the corner of the room, “you shaved off the serial numbers right?” he calls over his shoulder

“I uh, burned them off with hydrochloric acid,” Bucky turns to look at Tony with raises eyebrows, “its a trick I learnt when I was shadowing the FBI. They can re-create shaved off serial numbers but not when they’re burned off. It’s how the IRA would get away with stolen guns back in the day”

“God I could kiss you right now,” Bucky says- stretching out his hand so Tony will take the hint and join him, “but that’ll just have to wait for when we’re back home”

Tony bypasses his hand and tucks himself under Bucky’s shoulder- grinning when Bucky’s hand slips back his shoulder to palm his ass

“Well then” Tony says, “we better get home fast”

Fin

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I get that interview was HBO forced but it sounds insane when last season, he was saying Jaime needed to get away from her for good. I mean no nice post about Gwen after the last ep. I dont believe it was about not wanting to stir the hornet's nest if him and B didnt get together as he posted a huge loving one about Lena and that was a very controversial part of the plot. If hed know posted a gwen one saying"sorry JB didnt get a happy ending but here's me and Gwen in happier times" i dont get it

I think it’s very weird too…Imma analyze it. Not that I’m gonna reach any solid conclusion but I will just lay out all my thoughts.

Whatever the reason Nik doesn’t post or reply publicly to Gwen is, it has nothing to do with his personal preference for Braime or Jaime x Cersei. Even if we make the insane assumption that Nik appreciated that Jaime dumped Brienne to return to murderous Cersei and die with her without serving any purpose in the main plot (what lead actor of 8+ years would ever like being unimportant in the ending plot) and saw “pOeTRy” in it, it still doesn’t explain why he should prefer posting about Lena over Gwen. We would be naive to think he made a post about Lena and not Gwen because he prefers Cersei to Brienne. So, we still have no clear evidence of what Nik’s private thoughts and feelings are for his character after the ending.

Here’s what we have:

We have two interviews: one with HBO rofl and one with that journalist who collaborates with HBO and was an insider (I’m not gonna search his name) in which he stans Jaime’s choices, his love for Cersei and the tragic poetry in it all. Then we have him promoting the episodes and the documentary in his instagram and twitter, however he is entirely emotionally detached from his character and his fate. I would say he lowkey looks entertained in his weird af episode promo videos and secretly amused while filming the “thank you” video after the last episode where he says “Come on, it was great” and suggests a petition for an Arya (huh?) sequel.

We have two videos uploaded on yt with him: one is a video of a stalker in which Nik looks uncomfortable and passes the question to the random guy next to him who apparently happens to be a GOT fan, have an elaborate opinion on the last season, hate D&D and think they threw away Jaime’s beautiful character arc. What are the odds…The second is a skit in Jimmy Kimmel in which Nik drags his own character by making him stupid and clumsy, a sad little being because of his maiming and, most importantly, an unrepentant sister fucker. All of Jaime’s worst qualities displayed for laughs, plus that he’s actually a likeable but very stupid person. The skit ends with a dragon randomly burning him and his family alive and those credits

So, we have straightforward criticism towards D&D by Kimmel and NCW actually participates in it. This is what this skit means - that this level of writing, this kind of lame character and that ludicrous death is something that only Benioff and Weiss would like to produce. And, well, the Olsen sisters (although I think they’re cleverer than that).

So, we have two videos where NCW’s intentions are dubious AT BEST.

Then we have all the promos. When left to speak on his own, Nikolaj would say how the ending was beautiful and made sense and he once mentioned he sent a letter to thank them for this genius plot…Right. But then when asked or caught off guard (1:04):

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Nobody tries to sugarcoat it, look at the title of the video: … NCW is ‘happy’. Then of course we have our Lady and Saviour Gwen who tries not to laugh as Nik struggles to find what to say and not just stand up and flee.

Also, this one. The best one:

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I could make a thousand gifs for this but just watch again the entire video:

0:07 - Gwen’s face when Nik says he thought the script was fantastic

1:13 - “N-no..NO!!!” when asked if he would change something in the ending and Gwen’s reaction to that. Then, our leader Gwen proceeds to mock him: “So, it’s an immaculate- It’s immaculate?” to which Nik impulsively replies: “NO!” and goes on “do you ever read a book and think you want to rewrite this?” which implies, that yes he would want to rewrite it but knows he can’t.

(3:03 - 3:06) - VERY IMPORTANT ONE. When Gwen wondered who was closer to predicting the actual ending, Nik says “I was, yeah” and OMG look at Gwen’s face. It’s very subtle but she’s trying to communicate with her eyes a “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT” to him without being seen by the interviewer. It’s kind of a wife done with her husband’s shit look tbh, that level of subtlety. And Nik answers back with his eyes in equal subtlety and it’s like he says a “What? I truly was right lol….”. To me, this seems to mean that Nik always knew or feared that D&D would eventually destroy all his work and was eventually proven right. Unless this all is about Dany being killed by Jon but I doubt at this point Nik and Gwen cared enough to go all cryptic and eye communicating for this. No, it was about them.

3:09 - Nik is surprised and then clearly amused at the information by the interviewer that Kit was the one who came closer with his prediction. He can’t hide his smile and says an ironic “good for him” while looking knowingly at Gwen who then says this must be a lie. This shows that it is known amongst the actors that most of them are disappointed and Kit was one of them. Both Nik and Gwen apparently knew Kit hated his ending too and would never expect this to be how the show would wrap up. BTW that writing and that backlash really got to Kit, I hope he recovers soon. But think about this, Kit went into rehab for stress and alcohol, Emilia was devastated and gave a somewhat concerning interview and Nik’s public behaviour regarding GOT is inconsistent and unpredictable. I am thus assuming the writing of the final season and the backlash fucked them up way more than they let on.

This interview is a gem but here’s the most important part, perhaps the core of what baffles us:

1:32 - After all the miserable no-nos poor Nik mumbles, Gwen tells Nik what we all think: “I think it’s just a question, you know? Maybe you want to answer it?”

Of course he’s in a total loss for words. Literally, he doesn’t make any sense. Some incoherent sounds come out of his mouth and that’s it. This can mean two things: either he truly thinks the ending is perfect or the ending made him such a mess that he can’t even process it verbally two years later.

Either Gwen is much braver and Nik is extemely paranoid or Nik actually has many more restrictions in what he is allowed to say. I believe Gwen wanted Nikolaj to be as open as her about it and she still tries to make him open up but he doesn’t. In all the promos without exception, Gwen looks as if she knows Nik is full of shit and secretly agrees with her. If Gwen knows that for a fact, then we can’t argue and it’s actually what makes sense anyway. Nikolaj agrees with Gwen but is not eager to discuss it openly yet, or ever. This could be because he is very professional or because he doesn’t want to get a bad name as a “backstabber” of his projects or it might be a situation of a more sensitive nature.

If those rumours that the S8 script was changed are true, then Nik and Lena might have had a serious breakdown with D&D and a negotiation might have taken place. For instance, Nik and Lena were really unnecessary in E6, Nik’s scene in E1 could have been eliminated as well and Lena does not appear in E3. Yes, they are big actors but paying them 1,2 million for every episode seems a tad excessive when Emilia and Kit are now famous too and have like 300% times more screentime. All this is wild speculation but maybe they stretched their appearance in the episodes as much as possible and gave them a good amount of money to agree on the butchering of their characters and their importance as former lead actors. I mean, especially Lena was downgraded to a secondary character in this season. Lena had to really fight to see her salary rise in the previous seasons. And now it’s a million for every episode? Wow. How many minutes was she staring out of the window in S8? Maybe they were silenced and payed a shitload of money to stop complaining and promote the show and praise the writing as what it was supposed to be. Maybe they payed them in order to promote Peter, Kit and Emilia for the Emmys instead, who knows. When so much money is involved, things can get frustrating in ways we don’t even fathom. This is wild and rough speculation but all I’m saying is there may be reasons Nik avoids talking freely about his character that we can’t know.

Besides, it’s not just a Gwen problem. It is not a Gwen problem. Gwen revealed she sent a “Jaime is a fuckboi” meme to Nik privately and he answered playfully as ever (but again as if he’s in denial). They posted a story together a couple of weeks ago. Nik did not just ignore Gwen’s instagram post. Daniel Portman posted the photo and tagged Nikolaj too. Nik ignored him as well. Bryan Cogman, who Nik and Gwen owe a lot to, commented under the photo in a very sweet and emotional way. Guess what, Nik ignored him too! It’s ridiculous to think Nikolaj has stopped communicating and caring about Gwen AND Daniel AND Bryan just because his character returned to Cersei. Furthermore, the fact that they all keep tagging him shows they don’t think their relationships with him have become tense.

That’s not it. It’s not about Gwen. The only way that Gwen is involved in all this is that she wants Nikolaj to open up so that he would give a little acknowledgement to her character and the relationship with Jaime because she feels very much for Brienne. I’m sad to say, however, that it seems to me that Nik did not take that blow more lightly than Gwen. In fact, his behaviour is more inconsistent and troubling whereas Gwen’s openness about it made her confront that sore subject more healthily after all. I start believing Nik was actually way more devastated than Gwen. At least Brienne remained a decent character, ever faithful to her ideals, ever innerly strong. Jaime was entirely trashed, let alone that he was supposed to be a main character. If Nik can’t even handle a photo that reminds him of his destroyed character arc, I wouldn’t be surprised. Maybe Gwen wants Nik to open up so much for his benefit as well - he keeps it bottled up and she might know first hand how that affects him.

Long story short, the reasons Nik doesn’t post anything about his feelings for Jaime’s character arc, his relationship with Brienne and his collaboration with Gwen probably are both professional, after begrudging deals and agreements and restrictions from HBO, and very personal, inner and private, as he’s still trying to cope with a disappointment that crushed down on him from what used to be his dream job and a role he hoped would be a (or the) peak of his career. I bet all these years Nik was hopeful Jaime would be extremely important and fully redeemed in the end but also extremely scared and anxious that the writers won’t give him what he hoped for and what made sense. Would I exaggerate if I said this should be the biggest professional disappointment he ever experienced, provided that he didn’t like the character’s ending?

From everything Gwen has said about him, I have surmised that Nik is very emotional and anxious but with a very blasé and superficially amiable attitude. He avoids expessing emotion in real life which is why he might be dissociating a lot lately. He tries to distance himself from that part of Jaime’s character that involved Bryan and Gwen because this is the part that he loved and lost. Honestly, I can’t think of any other logical reason he ignored Gwen, Dan and Bryan one after the other and never made a post about his own character specifically or his good times with Gwen. It’s obviously not that he suddenly hates all of them to the point of not even replying. Even if HBO restricts him on what he can say in interviews for a while, there is no other explanation for this other than that D&D’s genius writing fucked him up emotionally as much as Emilia and Kit and he does not want to deal with it even though Gwen probably thinks it would be for the best if he did.

Now after I wrote all this, imagine if Nikolaj actually doesn’t give a shit and is just happy going on with his life while I am here wasting time. But… I don’t think so. I will never not believe Nik didn’t love Jaime to pieces. He had big dreams for this role, I am sure of it.

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Title: Lost at Sea

Fandom: Fallout 4

Pairing(s): John Hancock/Paladin Danse

Description: “Have you ever, like,” Hancock pauses to scratch the back of his head, an action that makes it seem like he’s stalling. “I dunno… wanted it to end? Like, you don’t wanna be the one pullin’ the trigger, but you sorta sometimes wish you’d be a little sloppy? That the other guy would win, just this once?”

“I…” Danse takes a second to respond, somewhere between horrified and all too understanding of his companion’s plight. “I, um…” He can’t even get it out, too shocked still by the realization that he might somehow be talking to someone more suicidal than him, and that’s saying a lot.

“Oh,” Hancock says it in such a deadpan manner, it’s made clear that he believes he just said the wrong thing in the wrong company. “Oh shit. Um… can we forget I said that? Please?”

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After the events of Fish Food, Danse and Hancock have a conversation while bathing in the lake near Sunshine Tidings. Things don’t get as kinky as Hancock pretends he wants them to, but their talk is well-worth having, possibly even life saving.

A/N: I’m playing Fallout 4 again, so it’s time to go apeshit about these two and the relationship (whether romantic or platonic) I wish they had post-Blind Betrayal… one motherfucker commented on the last fic (Fish Food, which you really oughta read if you wanna get most of the references in this one) saying they liked it, so that’s enough encouragement to make my self-indulgent ass write a sequel. Sorry if this gets a bit angsty BTW (if it wasn’t already obvious from the description), but I’ve been having a pretty shitty time lately, and it’s comforting to vent through Hancock and Danse.

AO3 Link: Here

#supercasey writes shit #fallout 4 #fo4 #paladin danse #hancock #john hancock #trans!hancock #trans john hancock #hancock/danse #pls read this hancock and/or danse fans... i'm so thirsty for fo4 fans to talk to #fallout 4 fic #fo4 fic

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Frozen 2 Movie Review (No Spoilers Until Partly Through)

*All rights to this photo belong to Walt Disney Studios Hi Everyone!

Welcome back to Katie’s Messy Little Blog! I want to do something different (again) for this blog post. A movie review!

I, like many others, flocked to the movie theater the weekend before Thanksgiving to see the greatly anticipated Frozen II. (Sorry it took me so long to get this review out btw. The end of November and beginning of December has been super busy! 😅 )

[FYI the first half of this blog will be spoiler-free, so it is safe to read the first half of my blog if you haven’t seen the movie yet and you don’t want spoilers. It will be super obvious when we hit the spoiler part of the blog 😉]

I’m going to start by sharing, I LOVED this movie! I think it is one of the best films that Disney has produced this decade! (Not quite the best because I actually think that spot belongs to Coco, but this would be a close second!) Although Frozen II is a sequel, it really didn’t feel like one to me. Frozen II, of course, has the same cast of characters (with a couple of great additions like Lieutenant Mattias and Bruni), but this film also had almost an entirely different feel to it than its predecessor. Everything from the high fantasy elements of the film to the (at least in my opinion) much more mature soundtrack felt very different, but “good different.”

Frozen II also did an excellent job of tying the two films together. There are quite a few specific call back to the first film, both serious and humorous, which makes the jump from the first to the second film much smoother than it might have been without these specific references. Plus the storyline of Frozen II really is just a continuation of the first film, full of plausible and likely next steps for each of the characters.

Other then plotline, I also really loved some deeper Nordic cultural references and influences that Frozen II includes, the absolutely gorgeous animation (seriously one of the visually prettiest movies I have ever seen!) and the incredible, heartfelt and meaningful music. I could go on about all of these topics for a bit, but I strongly encourage you to go out and see the film and see what I mean for yourself!

SPOILER WARNING!!!!

(If you read past this section and you haven’t seen the film yet it is your own fault that you got Frozen II spoilers 😉 You have been warned.) For those of you who have seen Frozen II or to those of you who don’t care about reading about spoilers, welcome to the spoiler section of this blog! I am going to start my spoiler section by sharing my only real complaint about the film.

Frozen II leaves some VERY IMPORTANT sections of the film unclear. They chose to vaguely tell/hint at major reveals, leaving (I believe) many moviegoers somewhat confused until they later explain what happened in the film. There are two key moments, in particular, in which this happens.

The first being when Elsa awakens the spirits of the forest. This supposedly occurs at the very end of Elsa’s song, “Into the Unknown,” when she reaches out to the phantom voice that has been calling to her and she conjures the weird floating, ice-diamond, element symbols throughout Arendelle. Although this scene was showcased in promotional materials for the film, I was still very confused by this moment until Elsa tells Anna a few minutes later (after the entire population of Arendelle is evacuated to the nearby cliffs) that she had summoned the spirits of the forest (okay…). Admittedly, upon the second viewing of this film (Yes, I have seen it twice already. Judge all you want, I am content with my life choices. 😂) this series of events made much more sense because through the course of “Into the Unknown” Elsa actually dances/interacts with each of the elemental spirits which (at best) hints at Elsa potentially awakening the spirits. (I guess…) I think this really didn’t make sense the first time around because the film hadn’t yet explained what the water horse, hopping flame, the rock giants and the gust of wind were (it had only implied). So (I believe) between the overall vagueness of the scene and the lack of prior explanation of what the spirits are that’s why at least I was (perhaps many others were too) scratching my head at this point.

The other key moment that was unclear was when Elsa discovers that she is the fifth spirit. This occurs during Elsa’s other show stopper tune, “Show Yourself.” I really just don’t think this scene is very clear because one moment Elsa is in the large ice room surrounded by images of her memories, then she is singing with one of her mother’s images. (Who turns out to be the voice calling her?? Also unclear about this, however, the actress who voices Queen Iduna for Frozen II, Evan Rachel Wood, is credited for singing this song so I guess so??) Then suddenly the elemental shape appears (which not so discreetly is in the shape of a snowflake (We all see what you did there Disney)), Elsa steps into the center of this shape, and then she gets, yet another, dramatic makeover while she is singing an epic song. Don’t get me wrong, this is a stunning sequence and a super cool moment, but other then the makeover, a giddy face by Elsa, and a glowing snowflake, but there is no direct explanation on what is happening in this scene until about 20 minutes later when Elsa explains it to Anna. When I first saw this scene I guessed that they were trying to imply that Elsa is the fifth spirit, but it just wasn’t clear.

Now, in defense of this scene, I really am not sure how they could have made it more clear other than maybe Elsa saying to herself, “Of course, it was me all along!” However, I understand why the filmmakers may not have wanted to do this since it would seem quite narcissistic if Elsa had stated this, especially at this exact moment. Nonetheless, this scene did lose some of its power because of the lack of clarity.

I will also say that the overall spirit plotline/origin story is very vague and it leaves me with quite a few questions, specifically about the spirits. I am willing to, for the most part, overlook most of this vagueness because I did overall enjoy the film that much and I think that Disney is really striving for a different kind of storyline with this film because of the spirits and high fantasy elements. [However, if Disney actually answers my questions about the spirits (especially more on why Elsa is a spirit) I would not be opposed to a Frozen III. Assuming, of course, that they stay true to their commitment to high-quality storytelling. Seriously Disney, please don’t just make Frozen III for the money. If you do it well then you can both make great art and make a ton of money.]

Okay, now that I have shared my only real frustration with Frozen II, I want to get back to sharing about the film’s strengths.

The character development in this film is truly amazing! The majority of the film’s focus was, of course, on Elsa and Anna, but there was some really great character development for the beloved side characters in the Frozen gang. Both Olaf and Kristoff really grew in this film and took some maybe slightly unexpected, but interesting and crucial roles within the film.

Olaf in this film is “growing up” and “maturing” which leads him to ask a bunch of questions, to research, and to essentially become a walking and talking fun fact machine. Olaf represents children that have endless questions about the world and how everything works. I love that this is the direction that the filmmakers chose to progress Olaf’s character. Plus they use Olaf’s curiosity of life as an important vessel of key information that the film needs to explain in order for other parts of the film to make sense. This primarily being the concept that “water has memory” which Olaf shares with the group and keeps insisting on throughout the film. (And which he turns out to be right about, at least according to the film.)

[Also I really love Olaf’s silly line, “Samantha?” Towards the beginning of his song “When I Am Older.” It has been reported that Josh Gad, the actor who voices Olaf, did, in fact, improvise this line and the filmmakers loved it so much that it stayed in the film. However, I am burning with the question of Who is Samantha??? For now, I choose to believe that it must be the name of the promised, but not delivered upon, girlfriend of Olaf which was suggested during early discussions of the film who clearly was cut from the end result. ‍💁 ] Kristoff also has some truly incredible character development himself! Kristoff has always had an interesting role within the world of Frozen. He starts off as the brutish, but lovably dorky companion of Anna in her original search for her sister, then through the course of their journey he turns into the true love interest for Anna (leaving Hans already not looking super great before he reveals he is evil). Essentially, this is his entire arch for the first film. Naturally, Frozen II deals with Kristoff’s next character steps. It was absolutely no surprise to me that Kristoff spends the majority of the new film attempting to propose to Anna, however, what is so revolutionary about Kristoff in this film is both his open expression of emotion (since society has for generations and generations told men the bull crap that it “it isn’t manly to have emotions”), the fact that he doesn’t actually journey with Anna through the entirety of her journey and that Kristoff is also extremely supportive of Anna and he really doesn’t try to “save her.”

Kristoff has this amazing love ballad, “Lost in the Woods“ about halfway through the film. I love this scene for two reasons. Firstly, because this is a scene where Kristoff is free to express his emotions and frustrations. Secondly, because this scene is ridiculously funny! Kristoff sings in the woods with the help of his reindeer friends (especially Sven). This song pokes fun at pretty much every boy band ever and every weird and overly dramatic music video ever. Plus, I love the subtle hint at Queen’s famous “Bohemian Rhapsody” music video where Kristoff and his reindeer friend’s heads are highlighted on a black background.

I also love the fact that Kristoff very much has his own journey in this film. He is left behind by Anna, Elsa, and Olaf for the majority of the primary adventure of the film. Now, to be fair, the group (or at least Anna) didn’t want to leave Kristoff behind and the only reason why he was left behind was his own fault because of his weird proposal scheme with a bunch of reindeer. Yet, Kristoff’s alone time allows for his dramatic, but powerful emotional expression. This separation from the rest of the group also allows for Kristoff’s key positioning towards the end of the film in which he is able to help Anna in her mission to destroy the damn.

Kristoff’s unique positioning in the film not only allows him to help Anna destroy things, but it also allows for a subtle, but powerful moment in film history. It is not very often that a female lead is “allowed” by a male lead to go off and just be able to do what she needs to do without the male questioning her. Kristoff in this epic battle sequence does not question Anna at all. He allows her to take control of the situation and supports her in her efforts. This is HUGE! Now, don’t get me wrong, there are other films that have allowed for this before, but not many.

Kristoff also gets huge kudos for delivering (at least in my opinion) the best line in the film. After Anna apologizes for leaving him behind on their journey, Kristoff states, “My love is not fragile.” I love that Disney chose, in this moment of potential conflict, to show the strength of love and a solid relationship, rather than show a potentially distracting fight. I hope this moment will sink into young children’s heads and hopefully help them understand what a healthy and strong relationship could look like.

Anna also has a powerful and interesting journey in this film. Anna is incredibly protective of Elsa throughout the majority of the film. It is clear that Anna is struggling with a massive amount of change that she is facing in the film and she desperately wants to cling to her strong bonds (which she finally got at the end of the first film). Anna is this sort of overprotective, semi-controlling mess throughout the majority of the movie and it isn’t until she loses a couple of these dear bonds that she starts to face and accept her new reality of change. This leads me into possibly my favorite part of the movie, Anna’s song “The Next Right Thing.” This song is directly after Anna loses both Elsa and Olaf, two of the people (I guess I and counting a snowman as a person in this…) that she is most close to. I LOVE the fact that Disney actually dared to create a song about grief and the realities of loss. This is such a powerful and honest song about grief and the grief process. Anna mourns and struggles to find motivation to go on, yet still keeps stepping forward (both metaphorically and physically). This song acknowledges so many of the thoughts and struggles of losing loved ones, but also the active choice to keep pressing on, to do “the next right thing.” This scene is so full of meaning! Everything from the fact that Anna is trying to find her way through a cold wet cave through the course of this scene (stumbling towards the light at the end of the tunnel), to the fact that her costume changes slightly at this point, she loses her purple cape which she wears through the majority of the film and is now left in her black dress (a morning dress perhaps?), to the deeply meaningful lyrics. This is, by far, one of the most powerful scenes in the film and I so deeply value that Disney included this scene about such a difficult topic in such a high profile film. This scene (at least for me) made an already good movie, into a great one. A movie full of meaning and one that genuinely reflects life in many ways. Another favorite aspect of Frozen II that I really love is that each of the major characters in this film goes on their own paths of discovery. I have already discussed most of them. Olaf deals with “growing up” and how to process the world around him. Kristoff struggles with his emotions and feelings of rejection (although he is not actually being rejected, but sometimes we can feel like that even when it is not true). Anna struggles through her co-dependent nature and loss of control. Actually, looking at all of these major themes in the film really makes it quite clear to me that Frozen II is not only an enjoyable film but is also a very mature one.

Now, I’m sure most of you have noticed by now that I haven’t yet discussed Elsa’s journey in this film. I have saved this one for last primarily because Elsa’s journey is, of course, the primary journey of the film, but also because this is the journey that resonated the most with me personally. Elsa experiences this call, one that in the film is literal, but in real life can be a concept that might deeply resonates with some people as this kind of internal call. At the heart of Elsa’s call is the call for deeper meaning and a greater purpose in life. A call “Into the Unknown” of our lives. A craving to go out there and do what we are meant to do. I love that a children’s film brings up this “call.” I know (although I don’t have voices in my head) I personally have experienced a similar kind of craving to go out and do what I am “meant to do.” I believe that this very much can and does exists, although maybe not everyone has it or listens to it. I love that Disney also chose to include this kind of call in a children’s film. Perhaps this will help people to better understand this concept and help to motivate those who hear it, to pursue it. (Such as a young writer working on pursuing her dreams 😉 )

Before I conclude this blog post, I would love to just bring up a few short notable mentions of various other things that I really loved about Frozen II.

1. First off, I deeply appreciate that Disney did NOT take the “long thought to be dead parents are suddenly alive” approach in this film. This is done just a little too often in children’s film and I don’t like it (although some do it better than others, How to Train Your Dragon 2 for example I believe did an excellent job with bringing the long lost mom back, but I digress...). If Disney had taken this approach then it would have totally ruined the blow of the parent’s death in the first film. Plus it would have personally really pissed me off. Primarily because why would parents (especially ones that really needed to be there for their children (particularly a child with special needs) and their kingdom) just not come back? Or at least fight and work their butts off in order to get back to their loved ones? It just wouldn’t have made sense and I am really glad that Disney did not take this root. If anything they confirmed that Anna and Elsa’s parents did, in fact, die at sea. This is tragic, yes, but necessary. (I’m also a firm believer in the concept that the mentor has to die in order for the protagonist to grow to the point they need to be. Frankly, Anna and Elsa’s parents had to die in order for both of them to grow.)

2. I also love the fact that Anna and Elsa don’t actually stay together at the end of the film. They both have larger responsibilities/calling that they have to tend to. Although they, of course, love each other, sometimes physically staying in the same place as your loved ones hold you back from what you are capable of. The end of the film also shows a good example of how to stay connected even when you don’t live together anymore.

3. Okay, this one isn’t directly connected to the film actually because it is about one of the songs that got cut from the final product. So if you listen to the full Frozen II Deluxe Edition of the album (Available on Spotify if you are wondering) then you will come across the song “I Seek the Truth.” I have found this song quite delightful and I highly encourage people to go check it out! This song has intriguing lyrics and gorgeous music. It doesn’t quite have the powerhouse quality that “Into the Unknown” and “Show Yourself” have (which I am guessing is the main reason why this song was cut), but it does have a clever tune, plus it is very enjoyable and meaningful (at least in my opinion).

Overall I LOVED Frozen II and I am super excited for it to join the Disney library. The film is both highly enjoyable and deeply meaningful. Kudos to Disney for yet another masterpiece!

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what if I requested all of the friends to lovers tropes for rhycien? what would it do?

What it will do is kill me. You just want to send me to an early grave, huh gwyneth? That’s what you want to do? You want me to die? (jk i love you)

Btw friends on mobile for whom this readmore might not work? Sorry :/

But i’m not one to back down from a challenge! Okay here we go!

Unbetaed, unedited, un-nothing. Just posting.

ao3

Prompt: holy shit i just realized i’ve liked you for the past 8274 years and i really wish i didn’t but i dO and everyone somehow knows about it except for you oh my god why is this happening to me (modern au)“Oh.” Rhys said as he watched Feyre and Lucien in their ‘morning fight’. The two of them circled around one another like hissing cats, though Rhys knew they loved one another. Eyes flashed and nostrils flared.

Every morning for as long as Rhys could remember they’d done this. Biting remarks and getting so close to crossing the line of too far but never quite getting there. He knew they both enjoyed it–it was a game, you see. A fun one, for them.

For Rhys? Usually it gave him a certain amount of dread, but it wasn’t until today that Rhys finally figured out why.

“Oh.” And ‘Oh’ it was.

He was afraid of them going too far and Lucien getting hurt by something Feyre said because he loved Lucien. Like, love loved Lucien.

“Oh.” And ‘Oh’ was all it was.

Then the second realization hit, and that dread once again curled in Rhys’ stomach as Lucien smirked something back.

“Oh.” He didn’t want to be in love with Lucien. Because if he was… well then, that meant that Lucien would turn him down. Lucien–the man who could have anyone and never wanted; Lucien–his best friend who he so desperately wanted to keep that way; Lucien, whom he was utterly hopelessly in love with and had been so for probably, a very long time.

“Oh.”

“Uh oh.” Mor hummed from next to him as she handed him his morning coffee. “Those were introspective 'oh’s. What’s up, cuz?”

Rhys took the drink from her hand and sipped it. His voice low against the backdrop of Lucien and Feyre’s 'morning fight’. “Don’t.. freak out.”

“Okay…? Should… should I be worried?”

“I think… I know I’m in love with Lucien.”

This time it was Mor’s turn. “Oh.” She took a nonchalant sip of her frappachino. Then she jumped and turned to Rhys’ surprised face, “wait-you’re just figuring this out now?”

“Oh?? That’s all you have to say?”

“Well, believe it or not Rhys, your love life isn’t that important relatively in my life, but also…” Mor gave him a sideways glance, “I, like, kinda assumed you’d already come to this conclusion. We all did, actually.”

“Wait, so… you all thought-All those times you joked that we were dating you all thought-”

“Well, yeah.” Mor took a sip of her coffee. “God, you are dumb aren’t you? You’re really just figuring this out now?”

“Shut up!” Rhys hissed, elbowing his cousin hard enough that her coffee spilled a bit. “He could hear you!”

Mor rolled her eyes. “Oh no. What a horror that would be.”

“Wait-if you thought we were dating then–you think Lucien-” Rhys swallowed his next sentence. He couldn’t even let himself hope for that. There was no way…

“Well, yeah. That’s what we thought. But if the two of you are really this stupid, then who knows. Maybe he’ll never realizd it either.”

“Please don’t call him stupid. Me, it’s a fair cop but not-”

“Not your crush, yeah I get it.” Mor took another sip of her coffee. “So. When are you going to tell him?”

“What? Tell him? I can’t tell him!”

“Why not?”

“Because–” How was Rhys supposed to explain that that could ruin absolutely everything if he was wrong. Not to mention between Elain and Jesminda, Lucien didn’t really have a good track record with love and partners and- Mother, things would have been so much simpler if he could just forget that he was in love. “I just can’t okay!”

Mor narrowed her eyes and surveryed her cousin. “Oh. Okay.” She turned back to Feyre and Lucien’s spectacle.

“'Oh’? ‘Oh’? What was that supposed to mean?”

“You don’t tell me and I won’t tell you.” Mor sniffed.

Rhys scowled. “I hate you.” He told her. Mor didn’t seem to care one way or another about that statement. Rhys turned back to Lucien, watching as Lucien threw a triumphant smirk at Feyre who fumed. Clearly, Lucien had won today’s fight.

“Oh.” Rhys breathed as his stomached clenched and his heart made a weird little half-flutter in his chest. He had it bad.

Lucien marched over to Rhys, high on his win against Feyre and took Rhys’ coffee from his hands. He sipped it. “So,” he said, “what are we talking about?”

“Rhys has a new crush.” Mor teased. At which Rhys turned a brillient red color and looked as if he was going to murder his cousin.

“I’m not-! I don’t-!”

Lucien laughed at Rhys’ expression and watched as his face turned an even darker color. Rhys ducked his head, and snatched his coffee back.

“That’s for laughing at me.” He snapped, though there was no bite to his remark. In fact, the corners of his cheeks were even turning up a bit. He was sort of smiling.

It felt as though someone had punched Lucien in the gut. “Oh.” Immidately his playful mood vanished. Rhys had a new crush? Emphasis on “new”? Then it couldn’t be- Lucien didn’t have a-

Oh.

Lucien kept his smile plastered on his face. He’d be happy for his friend. As he always was.

Though that flutter in his chest leading to his “Oh,” moment… that was certainly going to make this way more complicated.

But Lucien wouldn’t let his newfound feelings get in the way of his best friend’s happiness.

“Oh?” Rhys asked, quoting Lucien. He looked… stunned. Just a little bit. And slightly… intrigued? Playful? Interested?

Lucien ignored the flush he began to feel rise to his cheeks. “As in 'oh, who is it’?” He teased, desperately trying to retain their status quo.

Then that blush was back on Rhys’ cheeks. “Yeah, right. Like I’d ever tell you.”

“Oh come on! I won’t tell! Promise! Cross my heart and hope to die.” Lucien said, taking back Rhys’ drink and sipping from it again. Was it just his imagination or where Rhys’ eyes following him as he- Nah. Couldn’t be. Though Lucien was sure, from where he stood that he could hear Mor mutter under her breath “Idiots,” and roll her eyes.

Sequel to prompt for rhyciensmut: (the i’ve had a bad day so lets get in our pajamas prompt that i wrote like two weeks ago or whatever)Rhys had had a nightmare. In his nightmare he dreamed that Lucien had told him he loved him, and Rhys’ mouth had been sewn shut. Rhys had been unable to say it back. Rhys woke up first. He laid there, listening to Lucien’s breathing beneath him. Slowly he began to get up, as gently as he could so as not to wake his best friend.

His best friend in the world. The one who had given up a night to study to make him feel better. Just 'cuz he’d had a shitty day. Lucien had absolutely no idea how much that meant to him. Granted, after the last plate of nachos, Rhys’ memory was a little hazy from the sugar coma. But he hadn’t remembered falling alseep on Lucien. He kinda felt bad, as he sat there watching Lucien sleep. Oh Lucien was going to wake up with such a crick in his neck.

“Rhys?” The voice was groggy and a little bit crabby. As if it was Rhys’ fault that the world existed.

Rhys loved hearing Lucien’s voice in the morning. He felt like this was the true Lucien. The one who said whatever he was thinking. Which was, in fact, because it was. Before his morning coffee, Lucien had little to no filter. Pure and undiluted Lucien. And Rhys could never get enough.

“Yeah.”

“What time is it?”

“Just about seven.”

Lucien made a horribly loud and painful sounding groan as he sat up. He let out a yelp and slowly began kneading the back of his neck.

Rhys slapped his hands away. “Let me do that, you idiot.”

“I’m the idiot? You’re the one who fell asleep on me.” Lucien grumbled. His shoulders tensed as Rhys’s fingers hit a tender spot and then he let out a groan.

“Better?”

“I hate you, but yes.” Lucien said. There was a silence. “Thanks.”

“You should have woken me up.”

“Yeah right.” Lucien said quickly, as if it wasn’t even a question. “You needed it.” He said softly.

Rhys felt something tug in his belly at that statement. Lucien would have done that for anyone. Feyre too, he told himself. “Yeah, I did. Thanks again for last night. You’re the perfect friend.” Rhys mumbled.

He felt Lucien’s shoulders go tense under his fingers. “Did I hit a sore spot?” Rhys asked worriedly.

“Yeah.” Lucien’s voice was slightly strained. “You did. It’s okay, though. It doesn’t hurt that much.”

Rhys continued his neck massage, until Lucien finally brushed him off for good.

“Rhys?” Lucien asked as he packed up his stuff. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah. What’s up?”

“Last night… how conscious were you?”

“Huh?”

“Well, there was this point last night-” Lucien suddenly flushed, “-it’s stupid.”

“Hey,” Rhys said softly, putting a hand on his shoulder affectionately, “what is it?”

“You said something to me… I think you were talking in your sleep?”

Rhys stilled. No… Rhys-Rhys didn’t-Rhys had never before talked in his sleep. It wasn’t- Lucien-there was no way he’d called out Lucien’s name or anything… Was there?

“I’m sorry, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Rhys said, forcing himself to laugh it off.

“Oh. Okay then.”

“Why what did I say?”

Lucien grinned at him and flicked his earlobe. “That you loved me. Wanted to have my babies.”

Rhys rolled his eyes. “I didn’t know pre-coffee Lucien could lie.” Rhys snorted, a little concerned that Lucien’s comment may had hit a little too close to home. Had Rhys really said anything of the sort when he’d been asleep? Had he told Lucien-? Somethign twisted unpleasently in his gut at the idea of confessing to Lucien in his sleep–to not be able to see his reaction, or his rejection. He didn’t want to think about this anymore.

Rhys stood and walked over to the coffee machine in the kitchenette to start a morning batch while Lucien cleaned the rest of his stuff up.

Finally the coffee was done and Lucien was ready to go (not that Rhys even remotely wanted him too). Rhys walked Lucien to the door and gave him a hug and said “Thanks again. You really helped me last night.”

“Of course, Rhys.” Lucien said as he pulled back. “It’s no problem. You’re my best friend.” What Rhys didn’t catch was the way Lucien’s voice snagged on the word friend. He was too busy trying to stop the ache in his heart that word caused. Lucien really had no idea how much this night and Lucien’s love had meant to him.“Yeah.” Rhys agreed. “This is what best friends do.”

Prompt: we drunk-kissed but you forgot about it and i don’t know how to act around you anymore wtf (modern au)Feyre had wanted to get drunk. Not just drunk but really wasted. Absolutely lost in the sauce. So, there they all were, from Nesta to Amren, sitting in Rita’s getting shnockered.

The case against Tamlin had finally gone through and he’d been sentenced. Restaining orders had been filed for. Finally, it seemed, things were back to normal. There was dancing, good food, lots of shots. It really was a party.

So when Lucien, cheeks bright red from alcohol, had sat next to him (Rhys, tipsy himself had run a finger through the long strands of Lucien’s gorgeous red hair, despite the partying it had stayed mostly unknotted and was extremely soft), Rhys really hadn’t thought through the idea of kissing him much, he’d sort of just done it.

The important part of that night being that Lucien had kissed back. And the important part of that morning being that he didn’t seem to remember it at all. Rhys, however, remembered in every sobering detail. Lucien must have been exceedingly drunk to crash at Rhys’ the night before instead of heading to his own apartment to puke in peace, he thought as Rhys made them breakfast.

Lucien had woken up on Rhys’ couch, a blanket had been thrown haphasardly over him at some point and he’d twisted up in it, clearly, from the way he had to untangle himself after. A glass of water and asprin had also found their way onto the coffee table next to the couch. Lucien thanked drunk!Rhys or him, whoever had remembered to do that, and drank it down gladly.

Then, Rhys had woken up. Rhys himself didn’t seem too hungover but he certainly was a little bit from the way he flinched when Lucien had put the glass back on the table (Lucien had flinched too, he hadn’t meant to do that).

Then, without a word of greeting to Lucien, Rhys had stalked over to his kitchen and began making breakfast.

“Some night, huh?” Lucien asked.

“Yeah.” Rhys responded stiffly. Lucien heard him turn on the stove.

“I’ll get my stuff-” Lucien began when Rhys said nothing more. Was Rhys mad at him?

“No.” Rhys said quickly. Then his voice abruptly cut off–as if he’d stopped himself from continuing. “I mean, I’m already making breakfast. Why don’t you have some?” His voice was strained, as if he was trying to get back into his suave self but was too hungover to do it properly.

“Okay.” Lucien said. He carefully stood, dizzy for a moment, then made his way over to the granite island in the kitchen.

“Need any help?” Lucien asked.

Rhys smiled at him. “Sure. Mind getting the eggs from the fridge?”

Lucien did as he was asked. “How many?”

“Two for me.” Rhys responded. Lucien took out the carton, setting aside four for them, then put it back. He reached over Rhys to grab a glass from the cabinets above the stove and noticed as Rhys froze. No joke, no pushing him out of the way to see what he was doing, nothing.

Very un-Rhys behavior, if he did say so himself.

Lucien frowned. “You okay?” He asked, as he pulled back with the glass. He heard Rhys let out a gust of air.

What was with him?

“Fine.” Rhys mumbled. “Just got a headache.”

Lucien cracked the eggs, checked them, then plopped them in the frying pan, stinging himself slightly when the oil splashed.

Rhys watched him work silently. Lucien was starting to get a little uncomfortable.

It wasn’t as if the two of them hadn’t done this before. Lucien had stayed over on the couch. The two of them had made breakfast just like this. But then it was all full of playful banter and bickering, despite whatever hangovers they may or may not have had.

So what the fuck was with him today? Lucien wondered.

Rhys gave a small shake of his head, as if shaking himself have into his body, and returned his attention to the frying bacon.

Once breakfast was made (mostly in silence, despite Lucien’s attempts otherwise) they sat, silently, and ate. They’d been so silent, jyst the scrape of utensils against plates and the glug of drinks, that Lucien jumped when Rhys finally spoke: “So…” he said. “About last night.”

“What about last night?” Lucien asked.

Rhys toyed with the extra food on his plate. “You know…” He trailed off, as if expecting Lucien to finish the thought. But Lucien couldn’t no matter how much he wanted to.

“Actually.. I don’t. I can’t remember anything past Azriel doing the cha-cha slide.”

Something funny happened to Rhys’ face and he dropped his fork.

Lucien hissed at the loud noise, rubbing at his temples. “What?” He snapped, too harshly. He counted from ten backwards in his head before speaking again, “Why? What happened?”

“Nothing.” Rhys mumbled. “’M not hungry anymore.” He stood to knock his remaining food into the garbage.

Lucien scowled at Rhys. “Stop being a dick. Clearly it means something to you because you’ve been a bitch all fucking morning.”

“Nothing! Okay? It was nothing. You were drunk and you don’t remember so it doesn’t even matter.”

“Stop saying that! Clearly it fucking does. If not, then I guess you’re just dick now!”

“Fine!” Rhys snarled. “I’m a dick. Whatever.”

“Fine!”

Lucien huffed and closed his eyes. The screaming had hurt his head. They’d had fun last night, hadn’t they? So why had that turned into this…

Rhys was silent for a minute. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be yelling at you. I’m just hungover and in a bad mood.”

“I shouldn’t be yelling at you, either. I’m sorry also.”

“Look,” Rhys sighed, “what happened last night.. it doesn’t matter, okay? But if you really want to know… you just told me you had a thing for Feyre, okay? That you were going to go for it, now that Tamlin was gone. Then… nothing. I just… I wanted to check in, you know?”

Lucien wanted to tell Rhys that there was no way in hell he’d wanted to sleep with Feyre. None at all, being that he was more specifically focused on Rhys himself in that respect. But now really didn’t seem like the time for that. “Wow.” Lucien mumbled, “I must have been really drunk if I told you that.”

“See? Like I said.”

“I’m sorry for yelling, Rhys. Maybe you aren’t the only bitch in the room this morning.”

Rhys snorted. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Well, thanks for breakfast.”

“Sure thing.”

“I should probably go. Got work.”

“Okay.”

Lucien gathered his things, and Rhys saw him out. Before he went to leave, he habitually swung out an arm as if to hug Rhys only to see him flinch. Lucien pulled back his arm. Clearly, there was something Rhys wasn’t telling him about last night. He hoped whatever it was–whatever he’d said or done–didn’t ruin their friendship.

Then he said 'goodbye’ and left.Rhys wondered if he shouldn’t have lied.

Prompt: neither of us have kissed anyone before and what the hell may as well just get it out of the way. except hahah ha ha h a now i can’t stop thinking of ur lips why did i think this was a good idea ha ha ahah (camp au)“Let’s kiss.” Rhys said one day as the two of them laid on the edge of Camp Prythian’s lake– feet in the water, staring up at the stars.

It was late and Tamlin and Cassian were taking care of their campers. Rhys and Lucien had decided to go on a walk during their free-time. They’d have to switch out with Tam and Cass soon.

“Excuse me?” Lucien was on the verge of laughing. Why on Earth-?

Rhys didn’t even seem even slightly abashed by his words. “Not like, weirdly or anything. I know you’ve never had your first kiss and neither have I so, why not?”

“Like… to get our first kiss out of the way?”

“Yeah.” Rhys brightened. “Exactly!”

Lucien snorted. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously. You like me, and I like you. Why not? It’ll help for practice too.”

“Practice?”

“Yeah. Why?” Rhys raised an eyebrow. “You afraid one taste and you’ll fall hopelessly in love with me?”

Lucien narrowed his eyes. Rhys had not- “No, just worried what I’ll infect myself with. How do I know where those lips have been?”

“Ah yes, but a little surprise gives life meaning, don’t you think?” Rhys responded, a sly smirk on his face.

Let it be known that Lucien only kissed him then because he didn’t have a good comeback handy–and for no other reason. Not the coy curl of his lips. Not the way Rhys’ eyes sparkled violet in the night. And definitely not because of the fact that when Rhys had asked Lucien to kiss him something inside Lucien immidately said yes.

The kiss was a smashing of teeth and lips that slowly morphed into something slower and sweeter (although tongues stayed put the whole time). Rhys was the first to pull away. Lucien hated himself for not wanting to let go. Rhys gave him a shit-eating grin. “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

No, Lucien thought, unable to tear his eyes away from Rhys and his lips (he tasted like cherry popsicle), not so bad at all.

“You know what they say, from here there’s only up.” Lucien snapped back, trying to ignore the delightful warmth he’d felt with Rhys’ lips on his. Rhys let out a loud throaty laugh into the sky and Lucien laid back down against the bank of the lake, hoping Rhys wouldn’t look over and see the redness of his face.

Prompt: we’re best friends and i’ve been in love with you for forever but i’m 3000% sure you just see me as a friend except why is this sexual tension happening rn (high school au cuz I an’t help myself) (also the return of Rhys {the Dog})

“So.” Rhys said, walking into Lucien’s room uninvited. “Feyre and I broke up.”

“That’s sucks.” Lucien said, only looking up from his work because Rhys didn’t seem particularly broken-up about it. “That… sucks… right?”

“Yeah, I mean-” Rhys shrugged, cutting off the rest of his sentence. He flopped onto Lucien’s bed, picking up a stuffed dog that Lucien had (in fact) gotten from Feyre. Rhys turned the stuffed animal over in his hands, smoothing the fur down and pressing a kiss to it’s head. He squeezed the dog to his chest, eyes closed, breathing him in. The act brought back the flutter in Lucien’s heart that he always had around Rhys. Not that it mattered, Rhys saw Lucien as a friend–as his best friend. He was also convinced that Lucien was not only straight but still pining over Jesminda, as far as Lucien could tell. Neither of which were true, and honestly hadn’t been true for a while.

Even before Lucien had gotten together with Jes he’s still had a thing for Rhys, no matter how much he’d loved her. But Rhys still didn’t see it. After years, he still didn’t see Lucien’s feelings, though by this point Lucien had gotten good at hiding them, well most of the time.

For example the stuffed animal that Rhys had cradled to his chest had been named Rhys, after Rhys himself. Partly, because Lucien had found the confusion exceedingly funny at the time, but also because… well, Rhys.

Rhys continued speaking. “It’s just-” He huffed, fiddling with one of Rhys’ (the dog) paws. “We’re weren’t going anywhere. It’s a good thing we broke up.” He insisted. “A good thing.”

Lucien wasn’t sure who Rhys was trying to convince, but he was doing a shit job at it.

Lucien hopped onto the bed next to time, abandoning his lab report. Tamlin would let him off if it wasn’t finished in time, since Lucien basically carried the two of them in that class normally.

Lucien gently took Rhys (the dog) from Rhys’ (the human) hands. He ran a finger over the markings on the stuffed animal.

“Want me to break out the ice cream?” Lucien asked, heart beating so hard in his chest he would have been surprised Rhys couldn’t hear it if his heart didn’t beat like that all the time around Rhys.

Lucien turned his head to his friend when Rhys didn’t answer. Rhys was staring at him. Not, staring into space in the general direction of Lucien (which happened plenty), but actually, literally, staring at him.

Lucien sucked in a breath.

“Actually I was more in the mood for something tastier.” Rhys didn’t say so much as breathe and Lucien felt all blood rush from his head and all air from his lungs. “Uh.” For once, Lucien’s sharp tongue failed him. Rhys just saw him as a friend, Lucien chanted in his head. Just a friend, just a friend, just a friend.

But if that was so why wouldn’t Rhys break his gaze.

Lucien couldn’t breathe.

“What do you think?” Rhys asked, those intense eyes still locked on Lucien’s.

What did Lucien think? What did he think? He thought the most tasty thing he could possibly imagine were Rhys’ lips but he couldn’t say that.

Rhys. Of course Rhys would say something like that. To his best friend no less. Rhys with those gorgeous violet eyes and that smirk that curled at his lips and- Rhys was smirking. Was he-?

No. That was ridiculous.

Rhys flirted when he was anxious, Lucien reminded himself. It made him feel better.

But why-? With Lucien-? But he-!

Rhys’ smirk fell. “Lucien, you okay?”

Air came rushing back into Lucien’s lungs. He put down Rhys (the dog), clenching his hands so that Rhys (the human) couldn’t see them shake. Get back in the game, Lucien. Lucien snarled at himself.

He plastered on a smile. “Always.”

“Good, can’t have both of us falling apart now, can we?” Rhys smiled, bumping Lucien’s shoulder with his.

Lucien snorted. “Of course.” Then his voice softened. “Falling apart?”

“I mean…” Rhys shrugged. “Not really I guess. I am upset but I don’t think I could ever really fall apart. Not as long as I have you.“Rhys was looking at him again. Like that.

Lucien knew though, he knew Rhys didn’t mean it. And that made it hurt worse. Lucien cleared his throat and broke eye contact first. “So, what’re you thinking?” He asked, refering to his earlier question.

Rhys, of course, knew what he was referring to immidately. Like always. “Hmm, I’m thinking nachos.”

Lucien smiled. “Me too.” And he went to get them. Rhys took it as a sign as Lucien left the room. He was leaving Rhys, i.e. he wasn’t interested. So Rhys wouldn’t push. The thought that Lucien didn’t want him hurt, but it was a hurt he’d have to deal with, it seemed like.

Prompt: i will die protecting you. no question about it. i care for you more than anyone else in the universe and even though i act like you’re a pain in the ass i love you so much. you dweeb. (Okay so this one takes some explaining: Basically I’m kinda obsessed with the au where lucien feels really self destructive and therefore runs to the Night Court instead of Spring after Jes dies so he can ‘get what he deserves’ and ends up becoming part of the Inner Circle and i actually ahve it like… plotted, even back when I only wrote gen {cuz its a gen fic in my head except for a little feysand and feycien maybe?} but anywho that’s the context)

“You’re an asshole.” Lucien snapped as he sat back against the coach they resided in. While Rhys could certainly winnow, even with the faebane, Lucien couldn’t and Rhys couldn’t carry both of them.

Even riding through the south of Prythian set Lucien’s nerves on edge.

“We wouldn’t even be in this position if you hadn’t be a dick to Her.” Rhys grumbled.

“Oh, I’m sorry, was I just supposed to let her say those things. About you? About-”

“Yes! Yes, you were you brat!” Rhys snarled. Lucien glared back.

Rhys would have bent under her will. He would have done the right thing. But Lucien’s temper was worse, and the Bitch had crossed the line when she’d gone after Rhys.

Lucien’s hands itched to raise to the eyepatch he wore, a reminder of his stupidity.

But stupidity be damned, no one spoke that way about Rhys and the people Lucien loved.

Rhys sighed. “At least, just- you know. Be nice. Please.”

“Why? You hate him just as much as I do.”

“Yes, but I’m also a High Lord. You, my friend, are not.”

Lucien rolled his eye. So what? “Just because he’s got power doesn’t mean he knows how to use it.”

Rhys grinned at Lucien, waggling his eyebrows. “And I do?”

“You’re such a prick.”

“That’s what she-”

“Oh great Mother, shut up.” Lucien groaned. Unfortunately, Lucien’s luck wasn’t so good that Rhys listened (not that he ever did). So Lucien was forced to endure him until the reached the estate of the High Lord of Spring.

Tamlin met the two of them at the gate, still pissed from letting either into his Court at all.

Tamlin made no move to greet them. Behind him, his soliders held their line. Cassian would be impressed, Lucien thought as Rhys and he went up to Tamlin.

“What are you doing here?” Tamlin snarled at Rhys, eyes filled with pure hatred. “The deal was just him.” He pointed a long meaty finger at Lucien.

“I came along for the ride. Can’t have my favorite living in some dump, now can I?” Rhys purred.

“Please,” Lucien scoffed, “you say deal like you had any say in the arangement.”

“Shut up, spy.” Tamlin spat at him. His eyes lingered on Lucien’s eyepatch.

Lucien heard what words he’d rathered say: traitor, weakling, whore.

One little scratch and and Lucien had gone running home to Mommy. That was what the stories said.

Lucien tensed.

“And you,” Tamlin turned that nasty finger on Rhys, “weren’t invited. Get out, before I have to show you how unwelcome you are myself.” Tamlin took a step towards the pair and Lucien immidately stepped in front of Rhys.

Rhys had been right, Lucien would never win in a real fight. Not to mention that Tamlin had retained more of his magic power than even Rhys, not that Lucien was that powerful in magic when it came to the two of them anyway. But Lucien had trained in non-magical combat with Azriel and Cassian, and if he couldn’t hold his own against Tamlin then at least he could maim him a little.

Tamlin’s eyebrows quirked. A mean sneer curled at his lips. “I will destroy you, exile. With nothing but my pinky finger.”

Lucien was about to say something about how Tamlin’s pinky was fat enough to count as four, but Rhys interuppted him. “I’d like to see you try.” He said, boredly. But he put a restraining hand on Lucien’s shoulder all the same. He was right, though, Lucien knew. They didn’t have time for this or leeway with Amarantha to save Rhys and Lucien from her wrath if they did fight. Lucien bared his teeth at Tamlin anyway.

“And I thought that all the rumors were just that. I guess I was wrong.” Tamlin said. Lucien and Rhys, used to these types of comments, ignored it. Tamlin then turned his gaze on Lucien. “And here I thought the Great Exiled Prince would be harder to control than whatever the High Lord of Night or the Queen Bitch-” the entire forest seemed to suck in a collective breath, Lucien had dared call her something like that and had lost his eye, but she was obsessed with Tamlin. The asshole would be safe. Just how he always was. “Come, Lucien.” He whistled. “Here, Lucien. Heel, Lucien.”

Lucien was begging to tear Tamlin a new one. But again, Rhys saved him from probable certain death when he said: “What can I say? I like to play with my toys.” He gave a non-chalant shrug. “But the important thing to remember Tammy,” Tamlin tensed at the nickname, “is that even the tiniest of dogs can still bite. Just be nice. Maybe you won’t see Lucien’s, and we can all survive this in peace.”

Right. Survive this. That was why they were all here today. To survive. Hope. That was what Amarantha had given them when she’d made that deal with Tamlin. Hope.

Fifty years. It was only fifty years.

Fifty years away from the mountian, fifty years convincing poor little human girls to fall in love with Tamlin, then failing in the end since Tamlin was, of course, unloveable. Fifty years of spying on Tamlin and reporting to Amarantha that he wasn’t breaking his word, or even trying to.

In fifty years maybe he would see Mor again. Maybe he would be able to scheme with Az and tick off Cass and gossip with Amren.

Fifty years. He just had to survive fifty years.

“Say your goodbyes.” Tamlin snapped. “Then we’re going, and you’re leaving.”

Rhys bowed his head, grinning. “Yes, High Lord.”

Tamlin even turned his back to give them privacy. The first kind thing Lucien had seen him do since Lucien ran to the Night Court in the first place.

“I’ll miss you.” Rhys told him softly. He began picking at Lucien’s collar (spring clothes… they itched), smoothing it out though it was already smooth.

“Me too.” Lucien whispered.

“You don’t have to-”

“For you? You never have to ask, much less force me on pain of death and slavery.” Lucien said with a snort. Trying to lighten the mood. Then his face softened when Rhys’ looked like he would cry. “It’s just fifty years. Less if he gets a really smart one.”

Rhys snorted, though he didn’t look like he wanted to. “A smart one would never fall for him in the first place.” Lucien laughed.

Lucien pressed a gentle kiss to Rhys’ bent forehead, still looking at his collar to smooth it.

“I’ll be alright. Promise.”

“I know you don’t care about it Lucien, but I don’t want you to die for me.”

“Come now, Rhys, I’ll never die. Not if you bully me out of it. You know how annoying I find you.”

Rhys laughed, but water was pearling at his eyes. Lucien pressed another gentle kiss to him, this time his lips.

“Fifty years.” Rhys whispered, eyes squeezed closed to stop whatever tears threatened them. “You be back in fifty years and not one second more.”

“Yes, my Lord.” Lucien whispered. He couldn’t help but smile at the order.

“It’s time.” Tamlin finally said. When Lucien whipped around to bite his ear off he found he couldn’t–Tamlin looked too soft. Too sad. Too much like he used to, when Tamlin and Lucien were friends. Before Jesminda.

Lucien nodded. He went with Tamlin, and Rhys climbed back into the coach to leave for Under the Mountian. Lucien watched him go.

Prompt: we’re the old married couple™ but lmao no we would never date each other. right? right???????!!!? (modern au cuz clearly im a sucker for these)

“Well if you’d just taken your coat like I told you too, then we wouldn’t be late from buying you a new one.” Lucien snapped from the doorway. The winter raged outside, and Rhys quickly shut the door behind him.

“Well it was a good idea anyway because then we got to pick up the host gift because you left ours at home.”

“It’s not my fault! By the time you had finished your hair I was so pissed at you I’d forgotten all about it! And I’ve been busy! Really, really busy!”

“He’s been busy, he says.” Rhys rolled his eyes. Rhys turned to Feyre who helped him take off his coat.

“I have been! You know that! God, why am I still even arguing about this? I’m right, obviously.” Lucien told Amren, who came to take the host gift. She sniffed at the wine.

“Bad quality, but expensive. I accept.”

“I’m glad Amren.” Lucien said sarcastically.

“Ugh. Lucien! How the fuck did you tie this thing? It’s like a fucking lanard-” Rhys grumbled as he pulled at his scarf.

Lucien batted his hand away. “Let me.” Lucien snapped. His deft fingers quickly undid the knot and Lucien stuffed the scarf into the pocket of Rhys’ coat. He put his own coat on the coat rack and gratefully followed Amren to a (nicer, she insisted) glass of red wine. “Thank you.” He almost groveled. He chugged, much to Amren’s distaste, then asked for more. She gave, though clearly disgusted by his heathenly drinking. Lucien couldn’t really give a fuck.

Once properly sated with drink, Amren finally asked him what she’d been wondering, “why is Rhysand mad?”

Lucien shrugged, swirling the wine. “I’ve been really busy ever since I went freelance and he’s just mad ‘cuz he gets paid less attention by me than when he lived with his brothers. He has a girlfriend for this specific reason, but noo-”

“He doesn’t.”

“Huh?”

“He doesn’t have a girlfriend anymore.”

“What? Why? When?”

“A few weeks ago.”

“Really?”

Amren gave Lucien a sideways glance. “How did you not know this?”

“I’ve been busy,” Lucien whined, “like I said.”

“Still, pretty big thing to miss. Especially because you two chirp like old married birds.”

Lucien sputtered. “What? We do not!”

“Do too.”

“You’re mean and that’s why no one likes you.” Lucien said as he took a sip of his wine.

“Maybe so, but I’m right.”

Lucien made a face at her and she rolled her eyes. “’It’s you’re fault you forgot the host gift’, ‘If you’d brought you coat like I asked,’” she quoted.

Lucien was pretty sure he couldn’t blame the wine for why his cheeks were red. “We-We don’t sound like that. We’re-We’re just friends, Amren. We’d never-” A laugh caught Lucien’s ears and he turned to watch as Mor and Rhys giggled at something Cassian said.

They would never… Would they?

No….

But-?

Never….

Lucien was so busy mulling over the idea of… but they couldn’t- that he didn’t even notice Rhys himself come over to talk to Amren. Rhys swung an arm over Lucien’s shoulders and took the glass of wine from his hands. He sipped it casually and started some conversation or another with Amren about… whatever Amren did (Lucien still wasn’t completely sure, despite getting to know everyone better once he’d moved in with Rhys).

But Rhys wouldn’t-Rhys would never-And they weren’t like that! They weren’t at all!

Lucien watched Rhys as he spoke to Amren. The glitter in his eyes and the easy grin on his lips just made him so much more than he had been moments before. Moments before the thought had ever even crossed Lucien’s mind.

He loved Rhys, and he knew he did. Rhys loved him too, he hoped. But to date? To be together… like that? That was-

Lucien could barely process the idea, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t like it.

He wasn’t quite sure what that meant.

“Alright everyone!” Elain called, clapping her hands together. “Dinner is ready!”

Rhys and Lucien were pulled over to the table with everyone else. On the way there Lucien pulled Rhys over and whispered softly. “You and Feyre broke up?”

“Yeah. Lucien can we go eat?”

“When?”

“A few weeks ago.” Rhys was busy eyeballing the garlic bread on the table.

“Is that why you’ve been such a bitch lately?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask what was wrong. I should have been more thoughtful.”

“It’s okay. Let’s go eat. I’m hungry.”

“Do you want to go on a date with me?”

“It would have to be after we eat.”

“It would be this Friday.”

“Awesome. Let’s do it.” Rhys said, and without a further comment went straight to the table to gobble down some food. He pulled Lucien along with him.

Prompt: MY PARENTS WON’T GET OFF MY BACK ABOUT GETTING A SIGNIFICANT OTHER AND THEY’RE HAVING A GET-TOGETHER IN A FEW DAYS PLS PRETEND TO BE IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH ME. THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE FACT THAT I’M HEAD OVER HEELS FOR YOU BUT IT SURE IS A NICE BONUS (another modern au?? wow who would have guessed, also not his parents but his family, I think that counts, yeah?)

Mor was calling again. Rhys grimaced and pushed his cell phone farther away from himself. Lucien raised an eyebrow, picking at his dinner.

“So… why exactly as we mad at Mor?”

“We’re not mad, I’m mad.” Rhys explained. He wasn’t particularly hungry either. But he was getting worried about Lucien. Lucien had been eating less and less over the past few days. He hadn’t mentioned anything getting worse and form Rhys’ side of the wall he couldn’t hear any nightmares getting worse. In fact, most of Lucien’s whimpers were lessening, but Lucien himself had not been eating.

“So something trivial then.” Lucien said.

Rhys shrugged. “We’re having a family get-together soon.”

“I see,” Lucien nodded, putting his take out cup down.

Rhys rolled his eyes and explained. “She thinks it’s sad that I’m not dating anyoen and she’s been trying to set me up and… look, I’m just not interested in any of the guys that she wants me to be interested in, you know?”

Lucien raised an eyebrow.

Rhys continued. “So she’s trying to get my opinion ‘cuz she wants to set me up this weekend at the family thing. Everyone else is bringing their partners… I get it, she wants me to be happy but like… seriously, not necessary. But she’s not going to stop until I tell her I’m involved.”

“Okay, so tell her you’re involved.” Lucien said matter-of-factly. He picked up his food container and gave the chopsticks in his hand a glare before working them into the contents. Rhys watched as Lucien ate, slowly but surely. So maybe, he was getting better.

“Wait, I’m sorry: what?”

“Well, you said that she wouldn’t stop ‘til she found out you were involved, right?” Lucien explained through a mouthful of chinese food, “so just tell her you’re involved.”

“You mean lie to her.”

“Why not? I lie to my family all the time. ‘Course I think lying to them is fun. It brightens my day. But that’s why I’m in therapy so…” Lucien shrugged. He went for a fortune cookie.

Rhys’ eyes widened and he looked up at Lucien as an idea struck him. Lucien, unaware of this, opened up his fortune cookie and read the piece of paper out loud. “You will soon be given an interesting proposal. What a crock of shit. What’s that supposed to mean?” He grumbled before glanced up at Rhys. Lucien’s face fell. “Oh no.”

“It was your idea.”

“No, no, no, no, no. I am not pretending to be your boyfriend to get Mor off your back.”

“Aww, why not? Please? Please, please, please with a cherry on top? I’ll be your best friend!”

Lucien rolled his eyes. “I don’t want you to be my best friend. I want that to be someone who I actually like, you know, like Mor for example.”

“Aw, pleeease, Lucien? I’ll buy you take out every day for the next week.” Lucien didn’t yield. “Please? I’m begging you here.” Rhys got on his knees. A place he dreamed about being with Lucien, though, if he was being honest, not in this situation. “Please? A month! Free take out for a month!”

“You just want me to get fat, don’t you?” Lucien asked, arms crossed. Though he was grinning.

Of course, Rhys did want Lucien to put on weight but he could never tell lucien that. Lucien would lose weight just to be contrary. “Please please pl-eee-ease?”

Lucien still said nothing. “Two months.”

Lucien waved a hand as if raising the offer. “Two months and I tell Cassian to shut up on command.” Lucien kept waving that hand. “Two months, I tell Cassian to shut up on command, and I get Az to let you borrow that sexy black suit that you like so much.” Lucien pretended to yawn and look at a watch taht was not there. “Three months and I get Amren to work for you for free for two weeks and that is my final offer.”

“I’m not interested.”

“Or.. I could just annoy you until you pretend to be my boyfriend.”

Lucien narrowed his eyes. “Then I’ll just tell Mor what you’re trying to do.”

Rhys took a deep breath and let out a strangled and loud, “PUH-LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-” he took another large breath, “-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-” and another one, “-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-”

“Okay! Fine! I’ll do it! Shut up!” Lucien snapped.

Rhys grinned, and pumped the air. “You’re so going to regret this.” He warned Lucien.

“I’m aware.”

“Thanks, boyfriend.”

“Oh my god-” While Rhys loved irritating Lucien, he did wish, if only a little bit, that when he said ‘boyfriend’, it wasn’t as fake as Lucien thought it was. Well, baby steps, he supposed.

Bonus because I’m an idiot and mis-read one of the prompts originally: “you’ve had a rough day so let’s get in our PJs and watch a cute movie together and cuddle”?

Usually, Rhys came home from work glowing. Or well, maybe not *glowing*, but he certainly seemed to be in a happy mood. Yeah, being mayor of Velaris was a tough job, but Rhys actually seemed to enjoy it most of the time, and so did most of Velaris’ residents.

But today seemed to be one of the bad days. Lucien, who worked from home ever since he split from Tamlin’s company and started freelancing, had been worried when six o'clock had rolled around and Rhys still hadn’t texted that he was on his way home. So, Lucien called city hall and had been told politely but shortly by Nuala that Rhys was swamped today and wouldn’t be home 'til late. Late, as it turned out, was around eleven thirty. Rhys came home, ripped off his suit and walked right past Lucien to the bedroom.

Lucien called out hesitantly, “Rhys, babe? You okay?”

A muffled sound came from the room. Lucien stood from the couch and opened the door softly.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

Rhys looked up at Lucien as if he’d forgotten that he didn’t live alone. Then, Rhys barreled into his husband’s arms, crushing him in a hug.

Rhys breathed him in. “You smell good.” He mumbled.

“Hey! What’s up?” Lucien asked, confused and slightly concerned.

“Just missed you.” Rhys mumbled into his shoulder. “Long day.”

“I can tell. Want to talk about it?”

“Not particularly. Just want to shower.”

Lucien waggled an eyebrow. “Want any company?” He asked, nudging Rhys.

Rhys barked out a laugh, head still buried in Lucien’s shoulder and shook his head. “No thanks. I just want to get the smell of this day off me.”

“Okay, well I’ll be out here if you need anything.”

“Thanks, love.”

Rhys dragged himself away from his husband and went into the bathroom to shower. Lucien went back to work. Once Rhys was feeling more like a human again, he came out of the bedroom in his pajamas and sat next to Lucien who typed away on his laptop. Gilmore Girls playing in the background as ambient noise while he worked. Slowly, Lucien had been catching up on all the TV he’d missed while working himself to the bone for Tamlin.

Rhys took a sip from Lucien’s mug on the coffee-table and scowled.

“Decaf.” He grumbled, laying his head on Lucien’s shoulder.

Lucien let out a breathy laugh. “Some of us actually like the *taste* of coffee, Rhys. Not just as a way to keep us up.”

“Coffee’s only worthwile functions are as a caffiene booster or as something to put butt-loads of sugar in.” Rhys chirped back as a pulled a blanket over his legs.

Lucien saved his work and closed his laptop, placing it on the coffee-table in front of them. “I’ll never understand how you manage to keep your figure with the amount of sugar you put in your frappachinos.”

Rhys tossed his hair over his shoulder. “I’m just magical like that.”

Lucien laughed and pulled Rhys closer so he was resting on Lucien’s chest. He pressed a kiss into Rhys’ hair, still damp from the shower. “Yes, you are.”

They were just finishing season three when the clock hit one in the morning. Lucien stretched gently. Rhys had stopped making side-comments on the Gilmores’ lives an or two ago, opting for closeness and silence and warm cider (which Lucien had gotten up to make him, despite Rhys’ objections to losing his pillow for a few minutes). Lucien craned his neck over to see if Rhys had fallen asleep.

He had. His eyes fluttered beneath his lids. Carefully, Lucien settled back into the couch. He spred out his legs a little into a more comfortable position, turned off the TV, and pressed one more kiss to Rhys’ hair before settling on the couch.

“G'night Rhys. I hope tomorrow is better.” And in each others’ arms, they fell asleep.

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