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cannibalbuffe · 2 months

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hi! I've honestly been craving some qpr headcanons with Alastor as someone who's also aroace! The concept piques my curiosity so much considering most of the stuff with him is purely romantic (no offense to those writers, I just wanna see more qpr stuff! :])

Of course! But do forgive me, annon, I got so carried away with this 😅. I just really like Alastor a lot.

I ended up writing some backstory to your relationship first, but I highlighted the start of the proper qpr headcanons if you feel like skipping that.

Obligatory I'm sorry if this is ooc, I'm still getting used to writing about these characters. This is also all based on my own perception of him.

(Also, I am aware that qprs are very different from one another and there is no single mold for a qpr, I'm just going off of what I think it would be like with Alastor.)

Uhh, I also finished this at 1 AM, so forgive any mistakes. And I'm pretty sure I changed the verb conjugations(? Is this how you say that in English?) from present to past at some point. Sorry. Enough with the A/Ns now. Hope you enjoy!

Alastor queerplatonic relationship headcanons

(gender neutral reader, Alastor x reader)

‼️Trigger-warning‼️: mentions of cannibalism (not graphic), a single mention of tongue-kissing and making out (spoiler: he doesn't want either of those things in this work.) Usage of the word queer, but not as a slur. Alastor is a grandpa and you have to explain LGBTQ+ stuff to him, but he gets it.

› At first, before you were close, it's likely that he didn't see you as an equal.

› Truly, in his eyes, it seems not really is his equal. He is the most powerful overlord in hell and he knows it.

› Unless you are someone he holds in high regard (and this is mostly based on vibes, barely anything to do with power, as we can see by how he is with Lucifer of all people) before your first meeting, like Zestial, you won't be on equal footing at first.

› You only really start getting close when his perception of you shifts.

› You respect his boundaries, you are interesting, you and him share quite a few interests (or not really, but you're at least interested in hearing about his), and you're, surprisingly, pretty wise and mature.

› And caring. I personally believe he would be drawn to that in a way that he may not even understand fully- or realize it at all.

› Still, the point is. He respects you, and you respect him.

› (And not in the way some others do, where they're only "respectful" out of fear. You would act like this regardless of his power.)

› This, by the way, is important. You don't treat him like a superior, but as an equal.

› You'd think someone like him would love to be treated like a superior, and it's true. He very much does.

› But he has to admit to himself that it does feel nice whenever someone isn't shaking in their boots and can hold really good conversations with him while still not being pushy, annoying or just generally disrespectful.

› Anyways.

› Ever since you became friends (which took long), one could say, you just kept becoming closer and closer.

› You were the first one to be vulnerable with him, of course. It happened on accident, but you trusted him enough for that.

› You were also the first one to share any more intimate information with him. Something you wouldn't tell just anyone.

› Between this, your conversations, and maybe even helping each other around (honestly, he probably helps you more than you do him, but you always offer it and always in a sweet way, never condescending, and he appreciates that.)

› He eventually felt more comfortable sharing personal things with you too.

› (He may have distanced himself a bit when he realized this, but it was short-lived. You can't be without each other for so long, and you were pretty upset at his suddenly withdrawal. You may not have mentioned it to him, but he could tell, and as much as he hated to admit it, it hurt him to see you sad because of him.)

› This marks the beginning of the path toward your queerplatonic relationship.

› I mean, you didn't initially label it as such, but it definitely started there.

› Surprisingly, I feel like the first one to ever do any sort of affectionate gesture towards the other was him.

› You knew he didn't like to be touched, so you didn't.

› But! He just started getting more and more comfortable with touching you. At first it was hands on your shoulders, or putting his arm over them.

› I can even see a head pat or two, which he probably passed off as some sort of joke the first few times, but, if you liked them so much, just became a thing he does to you.

› And then one day you, completely absent-mindedly, intertwined your arm with his while walking around.

› When you noticed you had done it and he hadn't said anything, you questioned him about it.

› "Alastor, I'm sorry I didn't ask... is this alright?"

› "This?... Oh, you mean the arms? Ah, dear, don't worry, if it weren't I would have simply told you so!"

› From them on you only got more and more physically affectionate with each other. At first you would usually be the one to start it, but eventually you were both shockingly equal in doing so.

› (You still would always ask if you could touch him beforehand, but after a while he just gave you a free-pass.)

› Not a lot in public, though. Mostly just hand holding, or intertwining arms (if in public, that is.)

› Alastor also was so protective of you. You were the person he treasured most, after all.

› Well, demon.

› Even if you told him you were going to be okay, he would watch out nonetheless. He couldn't afford to lose you, not when he's never trusted and cared for a person this much.

› You two also cuddle a lot. You were the first one to ask, as usual, but now both of you feel weird sleeping alone.

› Alastor loves being the big spoon, if you're doing that.

› But he is also quite fond of occasionally being the little spoon, although he wouldn't be caught dead admitting it.

› A hobby you two do together is cooking. Cooking with Alastor is fun... especially if you're okay with cannibalism.

› But if you don't like that, he won't insist, of course.

› He's pretty good at cooking, though! If you're also good at it, then great. If not, he'll tease you about it (in a friendly way), but still teach you.

› On teasing, he teases you quite a bit, but never in a mean way. If you don't mind, of course.

› You also may tease him occasionally, but he doesn't appreciate you teasing him in public.

› The two of you also have a good amount of inside jokes that probably confuse the hell out of the others.

› Kissing... well. I don't really see Alastor as the type who would enjoy kissing on the lips too much.

› Tongue is out of question for him, as well as any sort of making out, but otherwise... if you like it, he can do that for you.

› He might actually like a peck or two. An acquired taste for him. Don't overdo it, though.

› Of course, him being from the 1930s and not very familiar with anything LGBTQ+ related, he would, at first, be somewhat confused by the request.

› You would probably have to explain to him that nothing is inherently romantic, especially not if you don't want it to be.

› "A kiss on the lips? Well... we aren't courting, Y/n."

› "We can put our own meanings to things, though. Would you like this kiss to be romantic?"

› "Definitely not!"

› "Well, me neither. So it's not!"

› "... That is very sound logic! I can't believe I've never thought of this myself."

› Kisses on the rest of the face are something else, though. He does enjoy it whenever you kiss him on the cheek. He himself might occasionally kiss you on the forehead.

› But overall I don't think he's big on kissing.

› If you want to really solidify that you're in a queerplatonic relationship you'd also have to explain what that means to him, sorry.

› Again, he's old and not up to date with things.

› Thankfully he understands things easily.

› "I see... I suppose we do have quite the queer relationship, don't we? And it is certainly platonic. I don't see why not!"

› Going back to vulnerability. It will never feel fully natural for him to just be vulnerable with you — or anyone else, for the matter.

› (In case you couldn't tell, he's using the word queer as meaning odd (and doing a little pun. You know. Because it's a. Queerplatonic relationship. Queer. Hehehehe), as it defies the norm of what a platonic relationship usually looks like, despite being one.)

› But you know him well enough at this point to recognize whenever there's something going on with him.

› And if you show concern and give him enough time he will share whatever it is with you.

› If it's not anything too big he might even reach out to you first.

› He can also read you like a book and gives surprisingly good advice, and is also pretty good at comforting you.

› You are the only person allowed at his studio while he's live on the radio. You usually read as he speaks in the background, his voice is very relaxing. He enjoys having you around.

› He's also particularly gentlemanly to you, more than to the others. When you're with him you never have to open a single door yourself, for one. If it's raining, he'll hold the umbrella for the two of you. When walking together on the sidewalk, he's always on the side closest to the street instead of you.

› You two often go out for dinner. If you also fancy some cannibalism, he will definitely show you his favorite restaurants around. If not he will just pick the best non-cannibal places (but you know those are not his favorites, haha.)

› He just cares about you a lot, even if it took him long to admit (it may have seemed fast-paced during this, but Alastor is someone who really takes long to get close to.)

› And you care about him lot too!

› (And you're probably never going to be in a life-threatening situation again, at least not at the hands of most demons. Who would ever want trouble with Alastor?)

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writing-in-the-impala · 3 months

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Secret Smokes (Part 11)

Pairing: Teacher! Remus Lupin x Reader

Series Summary: When the reader bumps into the new DADA professor on the bridge in Hogwarts she begins to build a friendship with him all thanks to their shared feeling of not belonging and love for muggle cigarettes. Their friendship blooms while they both fight internal battles deciding what is wrong and what is right leading to a lot of fluff, angst, flirting and a rollercoaster of emotions.

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, drinking, teacher-student relationship, angst, jealousy, fluff, smut.

Word Count: 4495

A/N: Yes I did drop off the face of the earth for a bit but can I make it up to you with an extra long chapter?

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Your fight was the last time you saw Remus Lupin that week, the next lesson you had with Lupin was taken over by Snape, even your tutoring was now with McGonagall. Lupin returned on Friday evening, you saw him in the great hall during dinner, and that's when you received an owl from him which was rare during dinner. He didn't pay you any attention, so you decided to take the letter to the lake and read it by yourself so no one could interrupt you and he couldn't watch or analyse you open it. You sat down by the water and opened it.

"My dearest, Y/N,

Oh how I've fucked up, in life constantly but with you in more ways than one. I don't know how to express my words in person I've never been good at words when it came to the important things like people. This is version five of this letter.

I traveled home after Monday. I couldn't bare to look at that desk, I couldn't go to Sirius as his home will forever smell like the first time I kissed you. When I arrived I found your letters, they made me realise you left to protect us from ending up in this very situation, I thought it was from fear of getting told off for being home late but really you knew that Percy was looking for clues. Unfortunately his letter found me first and convinced me to push you away, that I was risking too much by risking your schooling, I don't care about my career, what's life if you only live for a job but I don't want to mess up your future. I take my job very seriously but life is more important.

You were right when you said I'm scared of having something good, however you were wrong when you said you were convenient. You're far from it. I might be lonely but that's not why I'm drawn to you, I'm drawn to your wit, I'm drawn to your smile and I'm drawn to your world. If we could spend forever sitting on my sofa listening to music and talking I would die a happy man.

I don't know what my feelings for you are but they are strong and they scare me, you're much more important to me than anyone else I know and I fear to admit it. New Year's Eve I messed up, if we were ever going to kiss I wanted it to be after a date where I show you how you're meant to be loved and offer you the world not drunk on the steps of my best friends house.

I don't know how you feel about me and if I hurt you too much, if that's the case I am terribly sorry I wish I could make it right. If an inch of you still thinks I'm a decent man I have two offers for you.

A. If you want to remain friends and go back to last year's rules "no dear, no alcohol and no kissing" meet me tomorrow evening in my office for tea and tunes, or let me know in your own way

B: If you are up for an adventure my dear and willing to see what happens if we risk it and you still feel any attraction after my poor behaviour: Meet me tomorrow morning at 9am in Hogsmeade, next to the three broomsticks.

C: if you simply hate me like you said (at least 4 times using my full name I'm glad you don't know my middle name) all I ask is show up to my lessons, we can arrange another teacher to take over you 1-on-1 schooling but please show up. I promise to pretend I don't think you're the most amazing witch and woman I've ever met. Please don't let me ruin your exams or future.

Yours, Remus John Lupin.

P.S. To answer the question in your original letters from the 1st of January keep my sweater, it will simply be a painful memory if you choose C and I like the way it looks on you if you choose B ."

You felt a mixture of excitement and relief with his letter, it felt like everything has magically explained itself. Remus was an anxious writer with a tendency to sabotage his own happiness but he was trying. He was trying for you.

The next morning you woke up early to get ready to see Remus, you didn't know what to expect but you were excited. You arrived in Hogsmeade early knowing Remus as someone extremely punctual you were shocked to find Remus wasn't there. You waited until 9:05 but nothing, so you began to walk back at towards the castle. "Wait!" Remus said and you turned around to see him holding two cups of coffee, one of which had obviously slightly spilled on him. "It's with milk!" He said holding a coffee forward towards you.

"Thank you." You said grabbing it.

"I'm glad you came." He said softly.

"I'm glad you sent that letter." You replied. "You have coffee on your sweater." You pointed out reaching in your pocket for a tissue.

"I didn't think through apparating with two cups of coffee.' He admitted with a shy smile as you dabbed his jumper dry. "Thank you dear." He continued softly.

"Are you ready to go?" He asked.

"Where?"

"London, grab my hand and hold your coffee tight." He said reaching out a hand and you took hold of it and you appeared in Holborn, London.

"I thought that wasn't possible in Hogwarts." You admitted.

"That's why we met in Hogsmeade dear, sorry about being late, there was a queue." He admitted showing you the coffee.

"I thought you may have changed your mind." You admitted.

"I was scared you wouldn't come." He admitted.

"Liar you got two cups of coffee." You pointed out.

"I had a feeling you'd show up, now dear, see today as my way of apologising to you. I have a small plan but if you want to do anything just tell me." He said and at that moment you turned the corner to the British Museum. "Have you been here before?" He asked.

"Maybe once or twice as a kid."

"Okay but have you ever had a magic tour of this place?" He questioned and you shook your head. "Great." Remus led you into the British museum, he looked quite excited and more young now than ever. "Now not everyone knows that many treasures in this building are actually artefacts from great magicians."

"So they stole from wizards too?" You asked and Remus laughed.

"They sure did, now not many people know how some of these great people used magic to help muggles and how some of this stuff is either cursed or enchanted." Remus continued as you walked through the beautiful foyer.

"But I'm sure you do." You said teasing him and he nodded.

"I'm not just a pretty face, unlike you I spent a lot of time in libraries."

"Are you saying I don't study? I spend a lot of time in my professors office."

"You spend a lot of time listening to music and distracting me while I try to mark work, dear." He shot back and you laughed. "Now as I was saying, I may not be a rich man or have much to offer but I have a lot of knowledge."

"You should be a teacher." You said with a wink.

"You should be a comedian. Now enough talking watch this." He said and then one of the Egyptian statues moved and stood up.

"Holy shit, are you allowed to do that?" You asked looking around.

"Don't worry no one will notice." He said

"What was that?" You asked.

"It's a Pharos tomb guard, they're enchanted to stand when an attacker approaches, they have a lot of ancient magic in here."

"So why didn't they do that when they were removed from the tomb?" You asked as you and Remus continued to walk and look at the different statues.

"They did, they did for a very long time, however when dark wizards realised there's money in helping archaeologists they helped lift curses or limit enchanted objects. Those guards were stopped from being the soldiers they were, the only thing left is the command to stand when you summon them." Remus explained, you were impressed by his knowledge. You walked through the ancient Egyptian part for another few minutes before Remus took hold of your hand and hurried you to the Ancient Greek part. "This bits my favourite, sorry is it okay if I do that?" He asked gesturing to your hand.

"It's encouraged." You blushed.

"Tell me when I cross a line Y/N, we still need to talk about us but first I want to hold my part of the deal, showing you who I actually am."

"And who are you profesor?"

"A lonely bookworm with a furry problem and a teaching job to pay the bills."

"Don't forget the cottage." You winked making him laugh.

"Now these are the Parthenon marbles, the Parthenon was being used as a base to store ammunition by the Ottomans and some idiot messed up and blew up the whole thing."

"Some idiot is that the technical term profesor?" You poked him in the arm and he rolled his eyes. You found him very attractive when he was more casually dressed, with his jacket drooped over his arms and a warm sweater on.

"It is now." He replied. "Long story short some guy named Lord Elgin went to Greece and asked the Ottomans can I have this? And they said sure and he took it, as lords usually do. It's missing a lot of parts as they're back where they belong but a small part of me feels lucky to have them here as they tell a story. You see if you come over here you'll see the Centaur." He led you over to the far wall. "He tells a story of the battle between Centaurs and Lapiths at the marriage feast of Peirithoos. And if you do this even with it's missing parts you get to watch it." He lifted his wand and the marble moved. It began plaything the story throughout the panels as if they were alive just like the paintings in Hogwarts. "And if you think that is cool look behind you." You turned around and the main sculptures were all moving, they were missing parts but they felt human.

"That's incredible, show me more." You expressed with a big smile and Remus couldn't help but smile back. "Come on." He said putting one arm around you while his other arm still had his jacket drooped over it. And like that, he led you through the museum holding your waist and making your heart flutter at his actions and brain amazed at the world of knowledge he was sharing with you.

It was one of the few times you saw Remus truly happy as he immersed himself in history. It was beautiful to see him care free not putting himself down, not talking about his condition just being himself. As you walked out the museum hours later he still had a hand around your waist. "Now dear what would you like to do?"

"Should we go get some food?"

"What a wonderful idea, there's a great pub not too far from here, only thing I need to get some cash out as I'm low on muggle money." He explained.

"I can pay."

"I'm sure you can but you won't I'm taking you out on a date it's my treat." He said as he rushed in front of you to the cash machine. "Okay" he said looking at it. "Okay, okay." He continued looking for where to insert his card. "Just a moment." He said after inserting it and just starring at all the options on the screen. "Merlin." He whispered quietly while pressing random buttons.

"You do know how to use it?" You asked suggestively.

"Of course I do." He said but he was obviously struggling.

"Here let me help you." You stood alongside him pressing the buttons for him. "How much do you want to withdraw?"

"£20?" He said hesitantly.

"£20?" You confirmed.

"£50."

"£50 are you sure?" You asked in disbelief.

"I'm not good with this, I haven't been in a muggle pub in forever I don't know the prices these days. I'm sorry, get however much you think it'll cost for us to have food. This is so embarrassing." He admitted.

"£50 it is, Remus the muggle world is my world it's okay to ask for help, I literally didn't know you could aparate in Hogsmeade." You calmed him while you finished the transaction.

"Yeah that was silly, everyone knows-"

"You don't know how to use a cash machine Remus!" You interrupted.

"I'll shut up. Now off to the pub, thank you for your help." He took your hand and lead the way. The pub was quite busy but you expected it as it was lunchtime on a Saturday. It was nice to sit opposite Remus having a meal, flirting, chatting and being yourselves. You didn't feel anxious like you did sometimes on dates, you felt like you were hanging out with a friend that you had a crush on, he would make you blush a lot with his words but he was also clumsy and stumbled a lot, something you never saw in him at Hogwarts. He ordered fish and chips and knocked over the sauces with his hand, when he went to pick them up, he hit his head on the edge of the table, you found it all cute and amusing but he was obviously embarrassed. "Am I making you slowly think I'm an idiot?" He asked after the incident and you simply replied with. "Only a little bit, makes you less intimidating."

"Am I intimidating?" He asked.

"Not at all." You said and he shook his head while laughing. After you ate you decided to take a walk along the river at first you began to talk about meaningless stuff like how you missed the Christmas lights or how Remus enjoyed the fact you can find oyster shells and old pipes on the rivers edge from the Victorian era. However the conversation changed when Remus asked. "What do you see us as?"

"I don't know." You admitted a bit of anxiety started to grow inside you.

"I don't know either, but I think we need to set some ground rules."

"What do you suggest?"

"Defining what's okay, like for example I think if either of us is developing strong feelings like love for the other we should cut it off as we don't want to hurt each other and with our current position we can't be in a relationship and be student and teacher." He said his eyes moving all over the place but avoiding you and he used his hands to emphasise what he was saying.

"How come?"

"Well for starters we can't do this all the time, if I was in love I would like to offer that person all my love, I would like to take them on dates, I would like to walk around and hold their hand, I would like to bring them to see my friends and so on... we can't do that, it will hurt to love someone but not be able to live in public, I don't want to risk the pain for either of us." He explained and you nodded.

"So what can we do?"

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to continue to relax in your office with you." You began and he nodded. "I want to be able to kiss you, I want to be myself with you, I want to smoke on the bridge with you and when no one is watching I want to be held by you."

"And we can do that we can just not love each other, and give each other a relationship that's the line."

"So we can see other people?" You questioned him and he looked puzzled.

"I would prefer not, I can't stop you but I may not feel comfortable with sleeping with you if you're kissing other men." He admitted.

"I'd prefer if you weren't kissing anyone else either... Can we do this sometimes?"

"Of course dear, however not as much as either of us would like to, maybe once a month or every so often not to raise suspicions."

"But I can come see you in your office every night?"

"My door is always open for you dear."

"Can I sleep in your office?"

"Where on the desk?" He remarked in a snarky way.

"Is that where you want to fuck me?" You matched his energy y.

"Well it's not for sleeping." He winked and the grabbed your hand."Enough serious conversations, let's just live a little before we have to worry about rules. Today, exists in a world of its own, what do you want to do?" He asked with a cheery tone.

"I mean checking out that desk sounds fun but maybe before that we should enjoy London."

"I'm already enjoying it right here." Remus said stopping and pulling you in closer, putting his arms around your waist. "I think I like London." He said looking at your lips.

"Oh really." You stood on your toes to get closer to him and he leaned down and kissed you lightly.

"Alright let's go I have an idea." He said once again grabbing your hand and leading the way. You walked into a small cosy record shop. You both started looking through the shelves showing each other records you thought the other would life and either replying with a "yes" or "not my style" once the yes like became tall enough you walked over to the record played and started listening to them, there was only one pair of headphones so you had to share, bringing in your heads close as you listened to the music. "Oh listen to that trumpet." You said listening to a Chet Baker vinyl. "Do you like it?" Remus asked and you nodded. "This is one of my favourite songs, the earnest vocals, I fall in love too terribly fast, for it to ever last..." you began to sing along to the song and Remus smiled warmly at you, he couldn't help but kiss you on the cheek. "Let's buy it." He said.

"What Remus it's quite expensive?"

"That doesn't matter today dear." He said putting it back in the vinyl sleeve and taking it to the till. "Besides there's nothing more I want to do than lay in bed with you and listen to this here vinyl." He said while paying for the vinyl, he thanked the cashier a grumpy old man who didn't seem to care about your conversation. You continued to walk through London for a bit longer but it started to get colder and you both decided it was time to head home. "Okay, we need to aparate back separately as it may be busy with people at this time." He began. "You'll go first and I'll follow, I don't want to leave you alone back here, I'm sure you'll be okay but I don't want the stress." You nodded in reply. "Okay dear, once you are back it would be a good idea for you to go to your dorm or walk around somewhere far from my office, and in about thirty minutes from now come to my office and we can continue this evening." You nodded in reply and that's when he gave you a quick kiss on the lips. "I'll see you soon my dear." He said and you left. As you walked back to Hogwarts all the emotions rushed in, the excitement, the love you felt but shouldn't, the confusion from the conversation about not falling in love. You felt very overwhelmed but you also felt so many positive emotions that you couldn't wait to go visit Remus in his office. It was weird not being able to travel back with him after you were able to spent so long acting like a couple but it made sense you just wished it could be different. You walked back to your dorm room where Percy was sitting on the chair. "Hi Y/N." He said as he saw you coming in, you didn't reply. "Still giving me the silent treatment? You know I haven't done anything wrong all I wanted to do is spend time with my friend." He continued as you walked away.

"Our dear brother causing you trouble?" Fred asked as you walked past him.

"I'm going to hex him." You replied as your turned to the girls chambers.

"Be our guest." George said before you went into your chambers. It was good that Percy saw you, helps avoid his suspicions. You waited the thirty minutes before heading straight to Lupins office, just in case you checked if Percy followed you but he didn't so you were in the clear to go meet Remus. You walked through the corridors with a hint of excitement as you approached his office, you knocked on the door and Remus opened it almost immediately. "Hey you." He said with a smile letting you in and checking behind you if anyone was in the corridor, he closed the door and turned the lock before leading the way upstairs to his office where he also locked the door after you came in. "Hungry?" He asked as you sat down on the sofa.

"More peckish."

"Perfect, I have some cheeses here and some bread."

"How fancy." You pointed out looking at the small charcuterie board he prepared.

"Only the best for you." He said as he sat down beside you, a record he already had playing way playing in the background as you both sat their indulging into the different flavours. "Thank you for joining me today." Remus suddenly changed the subject.

"Thank you for showing me everything, and for the food and the vinyls, everything." You said a bit overwhelmed by his generosity.

"Come here." He gestured for you to come in closer, you lay on the sofa with your head on his crotch and he stroked your head lovingly, slowly playing with you hair. "I love how soft you hair is." He pointed out as he continued to stoke your hair. A few minutes later the vinyl playing finished and Remus gestured for you to sit up so he could change the music. "How about we try this one out dear." He said pulling out the new Chet Baker vinyl and your heart warmed. "Anything to drink? I've got a nice bottle of wine I've been thinking about opening."

"That sounds great."

"The music or the wine?" He clarified.

"Both."

"White or red dear?" He asked while opening a cabinet.

"What do you prefer? Maybe red?"

"Red it is." He pulled the bottle out and began to open it placing two glasses on the table in front of you and filling them up. "To wonderful day." He said raising his glass as he sat down. You rested your head against his shoulder as you sat in comfortable silence.

"You know moony, I prefer this when we're allowed to cuddle on the sofa and kiss sometimes." You broke the silence.

"Me too dear." He bought his hand up to your cheek and pecked your lips slightly before going back to the resting position. "I craved this every time you sat here and I sat at my desk aching to kiss you." He admitted. This was peace, you were in your safe place.

"Are you aching to kiss me now?" You asked quietly.

"Always." He whispered into your ear placing his glass down on the small table in front of you and then taking yours to do the same for you. He leaned in to kiss you, as the kiss depended you ended up laying on the sofa. He was above you his lips and your lips colliding as you both struggled to catch a breath. You felt him getting hard as he slowly moved his body up and down over you, you reached up for his shirt unbuttoning it and pushing it off his shoulders. "You're not wasting any time." He said between the kisses. His arms moved under your ass and he scooped you up in one movement so you were now straddling him, he pulled your shirt up and unclasped your bra as you began to grind on him making him harder and harder. He pulled away from your lips to suck on your nipples, the sensation made you moan in reply he grabbed your hair and pulled it down roughly making your head tilt back as he continued to worship your body. "Let's take this somewhere more comfortable." He said lifting you up and carrying you.

"You don't want to do it on your sofa?" You asked curiously.

"Oh I do, and my desk and every wall however today I will show you how you're meant to be loved not fucked." He said while pushing the door to his bedroom open and throwing you down on his bed. He unbuttoned your trousers and pulled them off along with your underwear, getting down on his knees and kissing your legs all the way up to your pussy. His hand reached up to your breasts where he started massaging them as his tongue flicked your clit making you moan. As he continued this movement with his tongue he moved his hand to slowly slip his fingers inside you pulling in and out while starting to alternate between sucking and licking. "Merlin you're either so wet or I'm drooling like a dog over how good you taste." He went straight back in and continued until you started begging for him as you felt yourself getting close. "Beg for me again." He growled as he moved to be just above you.

"Please." You barely whispered and he smashed his lips into yours, unbuckling his own trousers and taking them off while still keeping his lips on yours. You felt him thrust inside you leaving time for you to adjust, even though you remembered his size it shocked you how deep he filled you. "Are you okay dear?" He whispered checking in on you. "Mmhm." You confirm and he picked up the speed. He kissed you while going faster and started to slowly move his kisses down to your neck and breasts. You felt yourself get close as he ramped up the speed. "Cum for me dear, I want you to feel how good I make you feel." He said kissing his breath a bit. You couldn't hold it any longer and came which made him cum in you, you felt the warmth inside you as he slowed his pace and rested more of his body weight while moaning into your lips. He kissed you deeply once more before pulling out and laying down beside you. You were both panting as you lay there, Remus moved the covers and covered both of your bodies and kissed your forehead. "Good night dear." He whispered and you placed your head on his chest hugging him as his arm was around you. "Good night, Moony."

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This might be a bit long but the Gwynriel Reddit thread inspired me to let my thoughts flow about Gwyn and Azriel.

P.s. this will include some HOFAS spoilers.

I've said this before but SJM choosing to end Azriel's chapter with Gwyn is a choice. It's the beginnings and the endings of a chapter that authors tend to put a lot of thought into—so her ending the chapter which felt like her nudging readers' to Gwyn's direction is intentional.

Gwyn was not just a random addition, given their interactions throughout ACOSF their scene in the bonus chapter didn't feel out of place (even if readers' didn't expect to see her in it).

People try to invalidate the bonus chapter as much as they can but HOFAS had proved once again that they are important and canon (though I do think SJM and her publisher need to include these in the main books because they are crucial).

"You depend so much on a bonus chapter that a lot of readers don't have access to"

True but that doesn't mean the next book can't fill in the blanks because Azriel and Gwyn were already interacting in ACOSF, so having that romantic development in the next book (and the possible reveal that they're mates) + ON PAGE will still make it up for the readers that never read the bonus chapter. Like, CC4 will definitely bring up the fact that Ruhn and Lidia got married (despite it happening in a bonus).

I always considered the bonus chapter as a teaser for what will happen in the next book, Sarah confirmed she sprinkled little crumbs and I quote "I want to hear all your theories after you read the book and his [Azriel's] bonus scene, the crumbs have all been scattered, little bread crumbs everywhere" and it will keep readers guessing until the next book is out. So you won't know for sure how relevant or significant the bonus chapter is and the crumbs she scattered until you read the next book.

With that being said, Gwyn's cameo in the bonus chapter didn't come without some interesting clues: Azriel's shadows didn't warn him she was around, they were curious about her and she smiled at them, they danced and sang around her, Azriel revealed he sings because she asked, she thanked him with a smile and he felt settled even his shadows calmed.

We never saw his shadows react to anyone the way they did with Gwyn. They seem drawn to her, they danced, they sang, and while there are many theories about it but I absolutely do think if the shadows would be drawn to someone it would be Azriel's mate.

"Azriel and Gwyn had no romantic development and he didn't think about kissing her and all that"

But did every SJM couple start that way? No. And someone expressing the desire to kiss and hook up with someone is not always an indication of endgame (I can count multiple couples who kissed but weren't endgame).

The crumbs we had of them in ACOSF sets the groundwork for a romantic relationship to build in the next book—because who doesn't want to read about them both falling in love on page?

And yes, Sarah is capable of writing a love story from scratch in a single book (e.g., Tower of Dawn). Another example is how ACOMAF started with Feyre being in love with Tamlin and halfway through she started to really fall in love with Rhys.

The whole Azriel/Elain/Lucien triangle is messy as it is, so I don't think SJM would turn it into a square by inserting Gwyn. SJM could've chose not to give Gwyn and Azriel any ties in any way whether it was him rescuing her, him training the Valkyries, and again, including her in his own bonus chapter (hell even her boss:guardian Clotho made an appearance).

But she did and based on her pattern with her male love interests in particular, she doesn't really insert a new female or have females fight over the male love interest. I don't ever see Elain and Gwyn fight over Az, each might have an issue with Az on their own but do I see them argue with each other over Azriel? Absolutely not.

And if you look at the sequence of the scenes in his chapter, it gives a better idea of how it was planned:

1. Starts with Azriel reflecting on his loneliness while everyone left.

2. Elain shows up and they interact, Azriel gives her the necklace and they almost kiss.

3. Rhysand interferes and Az stops the kiss and tells Elain it was a mistake.

4. Az and Rhys argue and ends with Rhys ordering him to stay away from Elain and dismissing him.

5. Az leaves to the House of Wind wanting to work off the frustration but finds that Gwyn already occupied the training ring.

6. Gwyn and Az interact and he leaves the scene feeling settled down and his shadows calmed.

7. He wakes up, goes to the River House and finds Elain's necklace, he pockets it with the intention of returning it to the shop after the snowball fight.

8. Instead of the shop, he goes to the library to ask Clotho to give the gift to Gwyn and refuses to leave with it.

9. Going back and forth, Clotho eventually agrees and said she will tell Gwyn a friend gave it to her and she thanks Az for the joy it will bring to Gwyn.

10. Az leaves but the mention of Gwyn's joy sparked something in him that it brought a slight smile to his face, he buried the image in his chest where it glows quietly.

Both interactions with Elain and Rhys ended with him feeling miserable, but both interactions with Gwyn and Clotho ended with him feeling lighter and better—and to me that shows me how intentional SJM was with creating these parallels (including the shadows skittered back vs the shadows danced and sang).

Instead of Gwyn and Clotho we could've had Mor or Nesta or Amren, but SJM chose Gwyn and Clotho. Like, it could've ended after Rhys's argument but again, it's a writer's choice.

That's why no matter how many times I reread ACOSF my mind doesn't change much because SJM is not that subtle.

#gwynriel

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 11 months

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Falling Slowly

Summary; Everyone told you to stay away from big, bad Eddie Munson.

You were a good girl and he was in some people's minds, the devil.

But the pull to Eddie was too strong and you were powerless to resist.

Warnings; Older Eddie, Minors DNI. 18+, mentions of sex, soft Eddie, fluff, minimal angst.

The reader is 26, and Eddie is 40.

If you enjoyed this pls consider reblogging, liking, etc. It's very much appreciated 😘

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I don't give anyone permission to copy, reuse or repost my work.

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Everyone told you to stay away from Eddie Munson, he was sin, plain and simple.

"Oh he's bad news don't you know? The attitude, the constant women, stay away my dear if you know what's good for you" that was a rant from your old neighbour " Mrs Fitz who knew all the gossip on the streets.

You had seen him around a few times, he had women falling at his feet, drawn to the don't fuck with me attitude he portrayed.

The tattoos, brown hair in a low bun and those big brown eyes and dimples made your heart skip a beat.

Nobody had ever made you feel like that, so intensely and who set every part of you alight with longing.

You'd watch him from afar, only for him to catch your eye and a little smirk would cross his face, a quirk of his eyebrow that was practically taunting you to come closer.

The first time he talked to you is when you were at the grocery store deciding on what Ben and Jerry's flavour you wanted.

Something fluttered in your stomach as you caught a hint of cologne, leather and the faintest hint of cigarette smoke.

"Personally the cookie dough is my favourite" you turn around and Eddie is staring down at you, his big brown eyes dancing in amusement.

"Oh, hi" Every inch of you is tingling at how close he is to you. He reaches behind you and grabs a tub.

"You know I've caught you looking looking over at me in the garage a few times, come on over and say hello princess. I don't bite...much" he winks and walks away and there's an aching longing stirring in your stomach as you watch him go.

The encounters got more frequent, and more teasing from Eddie and yourself ( which surprised you)

Your next door neighbour, your friends warned he was just after one thing.

They didn't realise how much you craved that one thing, you weren't stupid. You knew what Eddie wanted and you wanted it just as much.

Everyone told you to stay away from him.

Yet you didn't. After much deliberation you had finally decided to take a risk and went to the garage where Eddie worked.

You both knew what was going to happen, the tension was unbearable and only sated the moment his lips met yours.

It was hot and mindblowing, Eddie driving orgasm after orgasm out of you as he fucked you relentlessly.

It was just as incredible for him and that's why you two met up again and again.

The sex was incredible, Eddie pleasured you in ways you had never even dreamed of.

You didn't care what anyone said about him and looked past all the rumours and hearsay.

"You really should stay away from me Princess," he tells you one night as you are entwined in his sheets, head resting on his chest.

This makes you shoot up and gaze at him nervous, stomach sinking. His demeanour is brooding, playful energy gone and his eyebrows furrowed in contemplation.

"I don't want to. Do you want me to?" you murmur and his eyes soften as he looks down at you.

"No, no I really fucking don't but people fare finding out about us and I'm the devil trying to corrupt the sweet, good girl" you roll your eyes.

"What we do is no one's business, Eddie, I'm a grown-ass woman and make my own decisions on who I want to be with and I want you"

The tenseness that surrounds him vanishes and he pulls you close to him, chest to chest and into a searing kiss.

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Eddie had you settled on the table, his head buried between your thighs, you moan and tangle your hands in his hair.

"You're divine" he murmurs and stands up, pulling you close to him, taut against his strong body.

"Beautiful" he groans and presses tender kisses over your neck, to your cheeks.

Something had shifted between you and Eddie, nights previously only about sex had changed. There was still a lot of sex but a lot of talking, of laughter and silliness.

Deep discussions and tender moments between you two that occurred more and more often.

Eddie held you against his chest as he read to you from his or your favourite books, flowers given when you met on a few instances, sweet, thoughtful gestures. Learning to play the guitar from Eddie who patiently taught you, bonding over a shared love of horror movies.

Of course you were falling in love with Eddie, it was hard not to but the feeling of dread in your gut persisted that if he knew about these feelings it would cause him to pull away didn't shift.

Things were different though, deeper, more...

He kisses from the apex of your thigh all the way up your body, over your breasts and neck, leaving love bites and you moaning in pleasure.

"What do you want sweetheart? Want to worship you princess" you kiss him tenderly and look deep into his eyes.

"You, I just want you" his bug brown eyes lock onto yours as he sheaths inside you. The sex is slow, tender and not once does his gaze leave yours.

When you both reach your climax his lips press to your forehead and you lay in a post-coital glow that leaves you breathless, warm and with the realisation that you truly love Eddie Munson.

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Eddie didn't expect to fall in love with you, he avoided that shit like the plague but boy he fell hard for you.

He assumed you'd be a fling just like the others, you'd both move on in a few weeks or he would pull away before things had any chance of being serious.

That's what he usually did and yet the more he got to know you, the more time you spent together he began to fall for you.

At first, he tried to resist the feeling because it scared the shit out of him but the thought of distancing himself from you, ending things made his heart clench painfully.

Serious, rip his heart out kinda pain.

The truth was he thought about you all the time, missed you when you were elsewhere, his pillow smelt of your perfume and he would bury his face into it, inhaling the sweetness, he adored kissing you, making you laugh, hearing your moans or the way you said his name was fucking heavenly.

He was falling deeply, head over heels.

How the fuck was he going to tell you? He had never had this conversation before, never been in love with anyone.

It's not like he was worried you didn't feel the same way, he knew you did. It was more the fact of saying I love you to someone for the first time.

Three words but to him, they were more fucking terrifying than anything he ever encountered in The Upside Down.

You're at his trailer now, dancing along to a song on the radio and he's watching you no doubt with the happiest smile on his face.

You look so fucking cute and he captures you in his arms and kisses you until you're laughing and cuddled into his arms.

You peer up at him, your beautiful eyes full of happiness, shining with adoration.

"I need to tell you something princess" he's nervous as shit and has no idea what he is going to say. All he knows is he needs to say it because the thought of you not being in his life is his worst nightmare.

Not knowing how much he loves you and how you've changed his life in so many ways, that he's the happiest he's been in his life.

"What?" you take his hand and squeeze it reassuringly, it gives him the courage to speak up.

"I love you, his voice is shaky at first, then grows stronger as he repeats himself. I'm so in love with you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me and I need you to know how fucking special you are, that I want to be with you always, you're who I want to be with for the rest of my life"

The look on your face is something he will never forget, sheer happiness radiating from you.

"I love you too Edward Munson" Those three words might have terrified him to say out loud but hearing them is a different matter.

The wave of ecstasy he feels is amazing. His lips press to yours and he whispers he loves you over and over again.

Huh? Maybe those three words aren't so scary after all.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #older eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie fluff

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avelera · 6 months

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I feel like one unexpected side-effect in the (slight) uptick of queer ships becoming canon (seriously guys it's so slight if you look at the actual numbers) is learning how often slash fandom doesn't actually want the baggage that comes with their ship becoming canon.

I mean, of course they want it. The fandom wants the confirmation that they're not delusional, that they're not mocked, that the sparks they sensed between two possibly-queer characters is real.

But the side-effect of a ship becoming canon with anything more than a kiss to mark the end of the story is that it might become canon not in the way you wanted.

So long as the characters are in the will-they-won't-they, you can imagine what their first time would be like. You can imagine how they act in a relationship together. You can imagine the tone of the relationship.

You can imagine it in ways that are incredibly personal and meaningful to you.

But the minute a ship becomes canon at a point where the story still needs to progress, you're going to get divergence from the way you imagined it going.

They're going to bicker about things you never imagined would be a point of contention between them in the story, that it might have even been meaningful for you that they had never fought over previously, possibly because the story just didn't have the time for them to fight over that beforehand. Or perhaps this writer leans more into interpersonal conflict as a plot point, where you preferred the couple facing an external threat. There's as many ways to imagine the tone of a relatinship as there are people in the world.

They're going to have a different first-something than you imagined. First kiss, first date, first time sleeping together. For it to be canonical it has to be committed to the page which means it has to be set. Maybe you thought it would be awkward where it was smooth, or smooth where it should be awkward. Maybe you though the kiss would be a bigger deal to them than the sex or vice versa. Maybe canonically they flub the romance of that first time for the sake of comedy. Now that's canon too. You can ignore it with fic, obviously that's what fandom is about, but now it's AU, not "what-if?".

There might be interruptions to the love story, breakups, fights, separations, that aren't the end of the relationship but do mark an action beat that is necessary to keep the story moving and interesting. Unless the last canonical beat is them riding into the sunset together, it's inevitable and usually marks the end of a story because domestic fluff where nothing happens isn't actually a genre that can be sustained in original fiction without a plot.

Look, as queer ships become canon, this is going to be inevitable. OFMD S2 was the most egregious example I've seen recently of everyone who had engaged with the fandom having a different version of how they wanted Stede and Ed to behave once they were together. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw that the fandom fervency shifted from the canonical established queer ship (after it had the audacity to move beyond the establishing kiss and then the will-they-won't-they phase of reuniting), to the potential of a character who was never even canonically established as queer (Izzy) because everything about his story still lived in the potential land that fandom thrives in. And I don't entirely mean that as a criticism, just as a bitter irony!

Fandoms don't necessarily want a ship confirmed, they think they do, but that potential which was so enshrined and infuriatingly drawn out with regards to queer ships for so long and that's only just barely breaking just a little from when it was outright forbidden to show queer characters getting together (and it still is in most of the world if you go by population, and heavily discouraged by the mainstream powers that be in most places even where it's not banned, the limitations on international markets you get from having canonical queer characters even as side characters still makes it prohibitive for big budget flicks, since it means cutting themselves off from those markets in terms of recouping costs.)....

ANYWAY the point I'm making is that a few queer ships becoming canon has led to a perhaps predictable but depressing amount of outrage when 1) a popular queer ship doesn't become canon, but that's been building for a while now, but also 2) when the popular ship becoming canon doesn't become canon in the way the fandom wanted. Which was also inevitable but goddamn as a veteran of fandom for over two decades now, I can remember not that long ago when your queer ship becoming canon just not in the way you hoped would have been a damn nice problem to have!

#maggie rambles #fandom #ofmd meta

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mcflymemes · 11 months

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PROMPTS FOR THE MOST ROMANTIC THINGS TO SAY * updated version, adjust as necessary

you should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.

you are my dearest one. my reason for life.

until my last day, i'll be loving you.

kiss me. kiss me as if it were the last time.

love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs.

i was swallowed up in an abyss of love in an instant.

you are my heart, my life, my one and only thought.

you are sunlight through a window, which i stand in, warmed.

you are beautiful without knowing it.

anyone who has seen your smile has known perfection.

every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own.

i became fascinated by your goodness. i was drawn in by it.

all i want is to deserve you. tell me what to do. i’ll do anything you say.

i will return. i will find you. love you. marry you. and live without shame.

it has made me better loving you.

i see you only with my heart.

i would love to say that you make me weak in the knees, but to be quite upfront and completely truthful, you make my body forget it has knees at all.

i've fallen in love. i didn't think such violent things could happen to ordinary people.

we loved with a love that was more than love.

i find myself choosing you, more and more every day.

i can’t sleep, i can’t eat, i can’t do anything but think about you.

we are asleep until we fall in love.

you want the moon? just say the word, and i'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down.

i cannot let you burn me up, nor can i resist you.

i believe in you completely.

a hundred hearts would be too few to carry all my love for you.

love is never a waste of time.

when i am gone, my love, do not look for me in the places we used to go together. look for me in the places we always planned to go together.

i’ve hungered for your touch.

you must allow me to tell you how ardently i admire and love you.

when you fall in love, it is a temporary madness.

i’ve tried so many times to think of a new way to say it, and it’s still i love you.

my soul and your soul are forever tangled.

in all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. in all the world, there is no love for you like mine.

the first time ever i saw your face, i thought the sun rose in your eyes.

i wish i had done everything on earth with you.

if you remember me, then i don’t care if everyone else forgets.

you are, and always have been, my dream.

i love that you are the last person i want to talk to before i go to sleep at night.

come near now, and kiss me.

when will i hold you again?

it’s always better when we’re together.

you were the only thing in my life that was real.

in your smile i see something more beautiful than the stars.

when i saw you i fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.

you complete me.

i wanted it to be you. i wanted it to be you so badly.

i think i’d miss you even if we never met.

love is a friendship set to music.

i never want to stop making memories with you.

every time i see you, i fall in love all over again.

do i love you? my god, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.

we kiss like we invented it.

i can’t smile without you.

now you're my whole life. now you're my whole world.

you're every minute of my every day.

maybe it's our imperfections that make us so perfect for one another.

i can't see anything i don't like about you.

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Unexpectedly Yours: Part 8

Fandom: Ted Lasso (Regency AU)

Pairing: Roy Kent x F!Reader

Summary: Lord Roy Kent still has yet to marry. He hates the notion that marriage is a way to ensure your status in society. You have delayed your debut to society for years because of the same idea. So what happens when two people who hate the idea of marriage are constantly drawn to each other?

A/N: ive been waiting to use this gif...

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Roy looked around seeing that everyone had stopped dancing, watching as you storm your way out of the ballroom. Eyes were glancing between your retreating and Roy's stunned look. He groans to himself and mumbles, "Fucking hell," promptly stomping his way out of the ballroom to follow you.

"Hey!" he calls out to you but you're ignoring him, "Stop!" he hollers again, following you to the gardens of the estate.

"Fuck," he grunts, picking up the pace and catching up to you, "Will you slow down for a moment?"

You whip around and push him back, "I've had enough of you!" you're seething, "Ever since you arrived, my world had revolved around you but not by choice! I'm tired of people telling me what to do. I'm tired of having this pressure to be with someone who doesn't want me! I'm tired of all of this!"

"Do you love Goodman?" Roy calmly asks.

"What?" you look at him confused.

"Because if you don't, then you shouldn't be with him. You deserve someone who makes you feel like you've been struck by fucking lightning. Someone who you're excited to be the first thing you see when you wake and the last thing before you sleep. You deserve someone who will worship the ground you walk on, but also someone who challenges you. Someone who admires your tenacity and passion. Does Goodman do that?"

You stare at him in silence and so he continues, "You think I don't want you, but I do. God, I want you," he states. He pauses to wait for any kind of reaction but you remain silent, "Ever since I came here, you're all I've thought about. You've consumed my every being. You've brought life back into me...but I don't think I'm a good enough man for you. I don't think I deserve love and I struggle to let people in. But every time I see you with Goodman, I think about how much I would regret not even trying to fight for you."

"I'm sorry I've hurt you and caused you so much distress since arriving to Richmond. That was never my intention. If you want me to fuck off, I'll obey your wishes. But if you care for me just as much as I care for you, I will do anything you ask of me."

You stare at Roy in silence. You're completely stunned by his outburst of a confession, but hearing his love and adoration for you...it stirs something in you.

You immediately grab Roy by the lapel, pulling him to press your lips against his. He's taken but surprise but then you feel his hands cup your face. His lips moving against yours in the heat of the moment causing a fire to burn in your belly. You feel absolutely consumed by him in this kiss until-

"Y/N L/N!" your mother screeches and you immediately pull away, lips swollen and slightly out of breath.

Your mother is followed by your father, Keeley, Jamie, Jeffrey, and Clara. Your father is trying to calm your mother as she bounds towards you in a furry, "What on Earth do you think you two are doing?! Such a scandal!"

Roy steps forward, "Ma'am, I'm sorry-"

"You'll have to marry now!"

Your eyes widen, "Mother-"

"No! There's no choice now. You have to marry Lord Kent because if word gets out that not only you two were unchaperoned but also found in such a compromising position, you'll be ruined! Not to mention the disrespect on Mr. Goodman!" she gestures to Jeffrey and he looks at you with sympathy, but no malice. He gives you a nod and mouths, "It's okay," which already lightens the load on your shoulders.

Roy clenches his jaw, straightens his back and says, "I'll marry her."

You whip your head to Roy and you look at him in surprise. He completely turns to you and grabs your gloved hand, "I meant what I said, Y/N. Truly. If you'll have me, I will do anything you ask of me, anything to make you happy."

You find yourself breathlessly nodding, "I'll have you," you turn to your parents, "We'll marry."

Your mother nods in satisfaction, "Good. We'll be taking our leave then," she immediately grabs you by the wrist and starts dragging you away.

Roy then steps up to your father, "Will you be available tomorrow afternoon to discuss affairs, sir?"

"I will, my Lord."

Roy nods and sees to walk back towards the house leaving behind your father, Keeley, Jamie, Jeffrey, and Clara.

Jamie claps Jeffrey on the shoulder, "Sorry, mate, looks like that courtship isn't happening."

Jeffrey shrugs, "As long as she's happy. However, I thought her and Lord Kent didn't get along."

Clara sighs, "It's complicated, but it seems they've uncomplicated it...finally."

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You don't listen to your mother as she scolds you throughout the entire ride back home. You stare out of the carriage with a small smile on your lips. The lips that Roy kissed.

Your father, noting the dreamy look on your face, sighs and places a hand on your mother's lap, "Darling, I think that's enough."

"But-"

"I'm not sure why you're upset, honestly. You wanted them to be together, yes?"

Your mother huffs, "Yes, but I didn't want it to happen so scandalously!"

"The only people who found them were us and her friends. I doubt they'll tell anyone."

"But-" your father gives her a pointed look and she drops the subject. She looks back at you, also noting the look on your face and she's no longer upset. You look so...in love. Your mother hopes that Lord Kent will keep his word and do everything to ensure your happiness.

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When you arrive back home, you bid your parents good night and head upstairs. However, instead of going to your room, you head straight to Cece's.

You slowly open the door and peek in, "Cece?" you whisper.

You watch as she rolls in her bed, "Y/N?" she sits up, rubbing at her eyes, "Is something wrong?"

You slip into her room and sit at the edge of her bed, "I have some news that I think you'll like."

That seems to wake her up as she sits up in bed, "What is it?!"

You chuckle at her excitement, "Roy and I will be getting married."

Her eyes widen and jaw drops, "What?! Really?! Tell me everything!"

You giggle, "I will but let me change and I will come back and tell you everything."

She groans, "Y/N! No! Tell me now! I've been waiting for this for months!"

"Fine, fine," you pull your young cousin close and tell her the events of the night. She was squealing and jumping in her bed.

"I knew it! I knew it! I told you he loves you!"

"Ssshhh!!" you pull her back down, "Mother and father will be upset if they knew you're awake!"

"Well, that's your fault for waking me!"

You softly smile at your cousin, "You should go back to sleep now."

"I can't! I'm too excited to talk to Phoebe about this!"

You quietly laugh, "Well try your best to go back to sleep, hm?"

"I'll try," Cece says as she slips back under her covers. You pull them up to her chin and you kiss her head. As you walk back to her door, she calls for you, "Y/N?"

"Hm?"

"I'm glad you and Roy are finally together. Now you live happily ever after."

You nod, "Thank you, Cece. Good night," you exit her room and softly close the door behind you.

You let out a deep breath and head to your room, ready to sleep after such an eventful night.

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𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝟸 – 𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑠 | 𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐷. 𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐿𝑎𝑤 ✘ ♀ 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Story: The princess of Tanata (Long Fic)

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Spoiler: none

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slowburn with plot

Wordcount: 5816

Text in italics emphasizes the reader's thoughts

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𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝟸 – 𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑠

The weather on the sea is stormier than it has been for a long time, but you love to watch the spectacle on the sea. No matter how wild the sea is, you could fall asleep on the spot. You close your eyes for a moment because the smell of the rain is just so soothing. You hardly get wet on the huge branch, of the even larger tree. You enjoy the sporadic and cool raindrops on your skin. You listen to the waves crashing against the cliffs. You don't even notice how you slide down slightly. It was already too late when you opened your eyes again but you were able to grab a vine just in time. Your white dress is partly sticking to your skin and partly blowing in the wind. Once again, you will be late.

"Grandpa won't like the way you look (y/n)" you chuckle to yourself as you put your free hand in front of your mouth and continue to hang on to the vine with your other hand. You swing back and forth on the vine to get back on the branch. Actually, you just wanted to do your task quickly and then go back to the village for the ceremony, but even as a child you were always drawn to the sea.

You still need some momentum to reach the branch when suddenly a sound appears in the sea. Your gaze wanders to the sea while you hold onto the vine with both arms.

Something unbelievable is happening before your eyes.

A huge, shiny, yellow vessel??!! - appeared from the depths of the sea? What is that? Your eyes filled with curiosity now look up at the sky and watch the shiplike part fly into the air. It's a little further away, but you can clearly see an icon on the side. A grinning face? Your breath is taken away. This symbol looks familiar, but one small detail is missing from that grinning face.

I swear by the gods of Tanata that I've seen something like this before.

You thought with a fixed gaze, not a word leaves your lips while you are hanging on the vine. You've seen navy ships, and you know your father came to the island with a ship, but their ships looked very different from the thing in front of you. Both in style and construction. Your father and his crew were archaeologists who explored the island because your land is rich in treasures and ancient history. However, they never expected to come across a forgotten civilization that lives in peace. And as life sometimes is, your father fell in love with your mother and for a long time the whole crew lived in the village and everyone was happy.

.. -Was happy-

Your father and his friends, who explored the seas, told you and your people many stories about the world. They bragged about their adventures at festivals and it was always a highlight for children and the curious. They told of all the different creatures on other islands or in the sea. You always found sea kings interesting and Nagi, your father's navigator, drew you a wide variety of sea kings. You've still kept Nagi's drawings safe, as it’s just a relic from your happy childhood. Sometimes your father wanted to talk about pirates and the battles they won against them, but the subject was taboo according to your mother.

Grinning, you think back to the time when your mother was always angry with father when he talked about pirates. She didn't want me as a child to hear about what kind of heartless people exist and what they do to their own species. Our people are good natured, and we firmly believe in the good in all souls. This was appreciated and respected by your father. Your father loved mother's kindness. Unfortunately, your father wasn't the last experience with some kind of outsiders. This brings you back to the familiar symbol that brought up all your memories.

Pirates.

Are they the same!? The same horrible people from 10 years ago?

The symbol triggers fear in you.

A rather crashing splash brings you out of the past, because with a force the thing crashes back into the sea and after it has been briefly swallowed by the surface of the water, it reappears.

"Okay, I'll just take a quick look at this! Only very briefly. They could be hostile people or even worse, pirates!" After all, you are something of a guardian or goddess of this island. You should definitely know what this vessel is all about. At least that's what you tell yourself, so maybe Grandpa doesn't freak out too much.

Slowly you let yourself slide down the vine, until the end. Nevertheless, you are still about 100 meters in the air, but that doesn't bother you. You just let yourself fall and be caught by huge plants that you can -move- with your devil fruit power.

Once on the ground, you quickly straighten your veiled sleeves, which always slip because the sleeves are attached to hoops that are around your upper arms. You look down on yourself. Your skirt is slightly wet and a bit dirty at the bottom, but that doesn't matter now. As you make your way to the cliffs, you hope for the best.

Hastily you move through the dense greenery. The island is your home and you know your way around. Gracefully you jump over every obstacle, swing with a vine over one of the many rivers that flows trough the island, until you reach the edge of the massive forest. Behind you are trees so big that you can hardly see into the forest, as the picture disappears into a deep green.

Barely set foot out of the forest, you encounter the salty breeze of the sea and the rain of the storm. You squint your eyes as you get used to the cool air on your skin. Your hair blows lightly in the wind. It's always warm in your forest. All life on the island is protected from wind and weather as the forest becomes denser at the edge, but the sun always finds its way to the ground and provides a tropical climate. The cool breeze doesn't bother you, quite the opposite. You love this difference, the unknown as well as the sea. The rain, however, is much heavier than it is in the forest.

Your eyes scan the sea in search of the unknown object. Weren't you fast enough? You ask yourself as you slowly walk to the edge of the cliffs. Crouching you look into the depths, but the yellow thing is nowhere to be seen, only the stormy sea as it rushes against the cliffs. You look to the right and see that one of the few caves in the rock walls is open. An entrance that you and your people have barricaded.

There are some entrances on this cliff island, these are actually river paths that lead from the sea through the island. However, this offers opportunities to get to the island. For many generations, these entrances have been closed and opened once a month to renew the water level. Since the island is something like a bowl, it doesn't take long for the rivers and lakes to fill up and then all entrances are closed again. Through the brilliant craftsmanship and knowledge of your father and his crew, the people have managed to make the traces of the entrances invisible. But that's not the only reason why this land is so pristine and protected. The regular storms off the island make mooring impossible, the danger of crashing into the fallen rocks is too high. The island exists on the map, but despite aids it is not possible to navigate here. Various natural phenomena hinder orientation. It is lucky to find this island even in good weather. You have a guess about the whereabouts of the unknown object. A few steps back, you turn on your heels and hurriedly run into the forest. You'll have to search the river and you're almost certain you'll find the Yellow Wonder. You're so soaked by now, but your blood is boiling. You're excited, you're scared, but your curiosity is what makes you boil the most. In the distance you can hear the water flowing, it occurs to you that too much water will enter the valley due to the storm, especially since only one entrance is open. You put your fingers to your lips and whistle into the distance, after a while a paradisiacal bird appears with magnificent colors and as big as a cat.

"Thank you for coming, Hetius." You gently stroke the bird's magnificent plumage and then reach into your pocket. You take a pen and your diary out of your shoulder bag. You quickly write on one page that a gate in the north is damaged and sign your name. You don't mention the Yellow Thing. You don't know yet if there's any danger, but your grandfather would send out soldiers right away.

You tear the page out of the book, fold it, and put it in the tube strapped to the bird's foot.

"Hetius, my faithful friend, please fly to Grandfather as fast as possible and deliver the news. I'll reward you fairly later," you wink at the bird, which chirps happily. These paradisebirds are animals with character and even if they are loyal, they will make you feel it if you forget the reward.

With one last chirp, the big bird takes to the air and without wasting another second, you dedicate yourself to the search of the yellow thing again.

In order not to be discovered, you decide to continue searching from the branches. You want to climb up the tree whose bark is as smooth as it is slippery, but that's not a problem for you. You put both hands on the tree and take a deep breath and exhale slowly. Branches of different sizes and curves in the bark quickly grow alternately, turning the tree in front of you into a climbing wall. Quickly you climb up, to where the first real branches start to grow. Since the trees here are quite close together, it is easy for you to jump from tree to tree. Further and further along the river you will see the yellow construct in front of you. It's bigger than you thought and you now notice that things have changed a bit. It now looks a little more like a ship because sails have been stretched out with the grinning face as a print.

Father had secretly told you that the pirates call this picture on the sails and flags their Jolly Roger. So they're actually pirates. You eye the ship sceptically. On the deck you see a few people in funny suits, who follow a certain workflow and you watch the spectacle from above.

The door of the ship opens and a tall, slender man in a white hat and black dots steps out onto the wooden deck. Close behind him follows… a white bear walking upright!!

Your eyes sparkle at the sight, your cheeks all red because you are so delighted.

Today is such an interesting day.

In front of the man from just now, gather three people. One woman and two men. Everyone wears these unusual suits except for the man with the hat. They salute him as he explains something to them with his arms crossed. Too bad you don't hear them. Apparently, the speech is over, because the three set off in different directions, while the man with the bear are going towards the bow and looks down. Apparently, the river is too narrow at this point and they are stuck. You'd like to get closer, but the risk of being spotted is too high. Even if their Jolly Roger made you feel uncomfortable, you no longer feel fear while watching the people on the boat.

More people come out the door, all in different, flashy clothes. You realize that there are two women among the group. But you don't see their faces because they have their backs to you. Opposite the women are two men, one with green hair and the other with blond hair. The green-haired man turns away from the three of them and walks towards the man at the bow. You watch as the people in the suits prepare a ramp to go ashore. The two women and the blonde guy leave the ship and look around. You lie flat on the branch to make yourself as small as possible while the two women come towards you.

Quietly and quickly you jump to another branch, which is closer to the ship. Even if it's risky, you want to take the risk. You definitely have a better view of the 3 people at the bow now. The bear is totally upset and hobbles back and forth, something seems to be wrong. The sight of the bear makes you giggle without realizing that you are still standing and since you are so close to the ship, this is very careless.

Your laughter suddenly stops and you quickly lie down flat. You just noticed that the green haired man is looking up at you and the heads of the other two are following. Nervously, you hold your hands in front of your mouth. With sweat on your forehead, you hope no one has seen you. Carefully you peek down the branch, hoping that their eyes are turned away from you. Unfortunately for you, all three of them look at you and the two men reflexively grab the swords they are carrying.

You get up abruptly because of their reaction. Do they want to harm you? Do they want to fight? The tension is broken when an incredibly loud noise appears. It sounds like a wave is coming towards us. The gaze of the 3 men goes forward and you follow their gaze. Already from here you can see what a monster wave is coming to all of you. The bear screeches in panic, while they are still frozen in place.

You wanted to take advantage of the situation and understand it when you heard a loud and deep voice.

"ROOM!" comes from the man in the hat. Now, you take a closer look at the man and stop again. With an interesting movement with his one hand, he stands quite calmly on the deck. His other hand holds his sword, which he leans against his shoulder. Amazed at what's next, you didn't really notice a kind of blue dome covering the entire ship. Astonished, you wonder what it is. The call of the green haired man takes you out of your thoughts.

"Oi! LAW! Nami, Robin and Sanji are already on the island. We have to get them back, otherwise they are in danger!" He notes. Your gaze goes in the direction where you last saw the three. They are still there, looking at the plants and the surroundings, looking as if they are not aware of the seriousness of the situation.

You bite your lip as you look back at the ship. The dome is slowly getting bigger. What will the man do with it? Can he save them all?

You think about what you're doing and as you become more and more aware of the sounds of the water, you grit your teeth and close your eyes.

One moment you were still on the branch and out of nowhere you appeared on the deck, right in front of the men.

Surprised, the green-haired man takes a step back, hands on his sword again, ready to attack! You look directly into the eyes of the man in the hat, who just looks at you calmly as the mysterious space around you grows.

Ice cold gray eyes scrutinize your being. How the hell did you get down here so fast? With his eyebrows furrowed, he stares into your (e/c) eyes but he quickly concentrates on the wave again.

"tcht" Leaves his lips as he grimaces.

You quickly turn towards the wave, which seems unstoppable from now on. Slowly, you raise one hand. From the side you hear a women's screams. Obviously the others are back and know what the situation is. Your complete concentration is on the monster wave in front of you. You have to concentrate because it will take a lot of your energy. With a sharp breath you pause for a moment and focus on the sound of the wave. You feel the size and it feels like the weight of the wave is on top of you. With your eyes closed, you wait for the perfect moment. Just when the right moment comes, you open your eyes and whisper a tender:

-Freeze-

The shouting of the people on the ship stops. The bear is still running in circles in panic. The man, who was called Law by the green haired man, looks at the frozen wave with slightly dilated eyes. The wave stopped on the spot... right in front of the ship.

Slowly, with a friendly smile, you turn to the people who have slowly gathered. With a snap, the huge wave evaporates and small drops of water fly through the air. Silence on the ship. Some are just completely amazed at what just happened before their eyes. This huge wave is just gone. Even the bear slowly realized that there was no longer any danger.

Some eyes look at you with curiosity but the eyes of the two men in front of you look at you with scepticism. Your smile never leaves your lips. You think about how to break this awkward silence. It's starting to make you a little nervous. You're all alone in front of all these people and who knows who else is in this ship. Just as you wanted to open your mouth, the man in the white polka dot hat speaks.

“Who are you” … this was more of a demand than a question. You thought to yourself. You look at him in surprise, a little outraged at his boldness. He on the other hand just looked at you casually.

His gaze seemed so intense… so… attentive?

His sword still rests at his shoulder. The green-haired man steps to his side, his hands on his swords. Your attention is now on him, as you may have to defend yourself.

“We know you’ve been watching us, so answer his question.”

Is that a threat? Well… now it's getting fun. You think for a moment and quickly find your words. With a small smile you say, “Where I come from, you introduce yourself before you ask the name of the person you’re talking to.”. You put your hands on your hips and look with a smile, from the green-haired man to the silent hat-wearer. He just looks you in the eyes silently and a small grin appears on his face.

A somewhat arrogant grin.

“You can call me Law.” – “My name is Roronoa Zoro” The two introduce themselves without any further comment. Nice. Apparently they have some manners.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is (y/n).” You place your hand on your chest as you bend over slightly. You don't want a fight. On the one hand, you want to know what they want here, and on the other hand, you're just curious. You don't feel like fighting, even if you can fight.

Zoro’s posture takes on a more relaxed stance. The other three who previously came out of the ship with Zoro, have now joined them. One of the women, a little younger and with orange hair comes a little closer to you.

“You helped us, I would like to thank you for that!” Even when she expresses her gratitude to you, she seems slightly tense. You look over the crowd, in general they all look a bit tired.

“You don’t need to thank me, that was the best solution in my opinion.” You smile gently at her.

“OOOOH MADEMOISELLE! I thought I was going to drown because of the wave, but now it's just your beauty that's washing me away!” With a somewhat shrill voice, their blonde comrade kneels and woos you. You nervously try to keep your distance, your cheeks slightly red.

“I thank you for your... words…? But you don’t have to come so close to me” You cross your finger in front of yourself and everyone can tell that you’re embarrassed. You look pretty cute with how embarrassed you are about the situation. You look away from the blonde and notice how Zoro and Law are visibly disgusted. Yupp. You find this cringe too.

“SANJI DISTANCE!” The orange haired woman shouts and hits him on the head. Rubbing his head, the blonde man steps back and lights a cigarette. You breathe out in relief and your cheeks return to their normal color.

“My name is Nami by the way” She smiles at you as she clasps her hands behind her back. You find her very endearing for a brief moment, but Law's commanding voice takes you out of the moment.

“Can you tell us where we are right now?” You look into his strong, gray eyes “You are on the island of Tanata. Didn’t you come here on purpose?” you ask.

Are they just lost? You secretly hope...

“To put it briefly, we are more like shipwrecked people.” He answers you. You won't lose the feeling that they must have been through more than just being stranded. You look around. Almost everyone suffered injuries.

“You said we are on Tanata?” The second woman, who has been quietly observing everything so far, looks at you expectantly.

“My name is Nico Robin.” She smiles softly at you, and you smile right back.

"Yeah right. It is extremely rare that…” – “(Y/N)!!!!” You hear it calling from the forest. You also know who the voice belongs to. It is, of course, the voice of your uncle… the commander of the Kings army. The soldiers surround the ship and are ready to attack but your uncle raises his hand, signalling that the soldiers should stop and wait for his order. With just a few jumps he stands on the deck and comes towards you with heavy steps.

“I greet you Commander Zelos.” nervously you say and bow slightly to your uncle.

NOT. GOOD! You panic a bit.

I should have known that Grandfather would also send the army! I was so distracted by my childish curiosity.

As you bow, you bite your lip. You didn't expect that. If only you had a little more time to figure out whether they are friends or enemies.

“I’m listening.” his stern voice startles you and you stand bolt upright. You scratch your head tensely as you suppress a nervous laugh. You look into his eyes and give your uncle your sweetest smile, which would make everyone melt.

“I… got lost…” You clasp your hands together and shamelessly lie with puppy eyes. Your uncle is actually the sweetest person, but he takes his job as commander very seriously...

However, he always had a weak heart with you.

He exhales in annoyance and reaches behind his back, where his huge battle axe is attached. He turns to the strangers and taps the ground with his long handle, making a loud, dull noise.

“I give you the chance to leave this place without a fight. If you refuse to leave this island as quickly as possible, we will make sure that you leave the island or die." The aura around my uncle seems threatening and the situation is so tense that you can hardly breathe.

“We have several injured people and one person on board whose life is in danger. It was not our intention to come to this island. However, we cannot leave immediately because the ship needs certain repairs. We don't necessarily want to fight either." Nami tries to defuse the situation with her words while she pokes Zoro in the side with her elbow as he is already in a fighting position.

“Someone’s life is in danger?!” you startle, looking worriedly at Nami’s face. She nods slightly.

"We are pirates who fought in the decisive battle of the Navy and the Whitebeard Pirates, and Law and his crew helped us out quite a bit." Sanji explains further as he blows out the smoke from his cigarette. Your uncle listens quietly to their words. He knows these people will only be trouble, but he also sees how worried you are. He already knows what's coming and he doesn't quite know how to prevent it. Because even if he is a commander, your rank puts you above him.

“Zelos, did you hear?” Hastily you grab his arm and look up at him. “One of them is very badly injured. I will help them. You know I can’t neglect my duty!” you press him as he rolls his eyes.

“Are you going to talk to the king?” What do you want to tell him?” He belittles you with his questions. You don't actually want to talk to Grandpa because the reason is beyond childish. You just don't feel like they're bad people, but your grandfather the king wouldn't accept that. You let out a heavy puff, but you don't want to admit defeat.

“I don’t like saying that…” You take a step back and straighten your back and elegantly clasp your hands together in front of you. Your determined gaze meets your uncle.

“...But you leave me no choice, Commander. I, (y/n), order you to leave with the soldiers. I will offer my help where I think it is needed. If you can't follow my decision, I would like to remind you of something important in life..." You look at the many strange faces who are watching the situation somewhat perplexed. A grin lies on your lips. You slowly walk forward to one of the injured people on the ship. You walk closely past Law and Zoro, whose eyes are on you as you calmly walk towards a young man. He wears a cap that has the word -Penguin- on it. He quickly looks left and right and blushes when he notices you walking straight towards him.

A really beautiful woman approaches him. Beads of sweat flow like a waterfall down his face. Your face is as beautiful as it was created by the gods. One step and he could smell your probably delicate and gentle scent... you're that close to him. Your gaze is on the untreated wound on his cheek. But the young man, without you really noticing, gets it aaaaaaall wrong. He must believe that you are looking at his lips. It's literally steaming out of his ears.

“Hey, what are you going to do to one of my crew members?” Law grumbles dangerously, now standing by your side and his sword firmly in his hand. Your uncle responds, standing on your other side with a tight grip on his axe. He watches Law very closely so that he can react in case of doubt.

You give Law your warmest smile before turning away from him. Law's eyes widen slightly, a flicker goes through his eyes. He briefly closes his eyes and relaxes his body as his eyes follow you again. Everyone on the ship watches intently.

You place your hand on the man's cheek where the wound is, calmly breathe in and close your eyes. The young man is startled when he feels your warmth and a feeling of well being spreads throughout his entire body. His cheek is slightly warm, and you open your eyes again, removing your hand from his cheek.

“I believe in the good in people’s hearts until they prove me otherwise.” You speak out loud as you look over your shoulder at your uncle. Your mother had said similar things to your uncle when they were children… You're so similar to her, he thought. Satisfaction appears on your face. The young man touches his cheek in disbelief, his wound has disappeared. With widened eyes, everyone looks at the man who was previously injured.

You turn to your uncle.

“Can you follow my views, and will you join me in believing in the good in people?” You asked him confidently. Your uncle gets down on one of his knees and lowers his head.

“Of course, my Holiness” – “Rise Commander” you say to him while touching his shoulder with your delicate hands.

You happily clap your hands once to break the silence.

With your eyes closed, you grin to yourself and say the following words, slightly embarrassed.

“I am very sorry for the way we welcomed you. We rarely have strangers here and prefer it that way. However, I didn't want to judge you too quickly and get an idea of you first. Please be our guests. I want to make the unpleasant situation better and offer you my hand.” With your last sentence you turn to Law, who looks at you intently. You hold out your small hand and give him a bashful smile. He hesitantly grabs your hand.

His handshake is firm and yet his hands are soft. You look at his hands and see his tattoos. “Death” is written on his knuckles.

- How gloomy-

Your gaze wanders back up, only to notice Law still watching you. With slightly reddened cheeks, you let go of his hand. Law's eyes are still on you as he begins to speak.

"We accept the offer. However, our submarine is still stuck.”

“Hmmm, that’s true,” you replied thoughtfully with your hand on your chin. “We probably won’t find a solution so quickly, but it’s safe on the island since the entrance is closed again.” Zelos speaks. You turn away from Law who has switched his gaze from you to your uncle and you do the same.

Nami arrives carefully and raises her hand slightly as if she wanted to say something important.

“That all sounds very good, but there are quite a feeew people… where should we stay? And apart from that, our captain is very seriously injured. If you can really help, we should get to your doctors as quickly as possible. Luffy has been through a lot and was even recently poisoned. Chopper and Law did their best, but Luffy still suffers,” she says, a little embarrassed and very worried.

Questioningly, you put a hand on your hip and look at the young woman with a slightly furrowed brow.

“What is a doctor?”

“EEEEEEEEHHH???!!!!” It sounds like a choir on the ship.

Eyes literally pop out of everyone's eyes. You said you could help, and you even made the man's wound disappear??? Pure confusion spreads across their faces.

In the corner of your eye, you see Law looking at you almost disturbed. How are you supposed to help without medical knowledge? He is aware that you have, somehow, healed one of his members. He's not entirely sure how you did it, but he definitely wants to find out.

You're not sure, but did you really just see Law smiling a little mischievously at you? You dismiss the idea; you probably just imagined it. You turn your attention back to Nami.

“We don't have any -doctors- but I assure you that I can help you. Please trust me” With an optimistic look, you grab her hands and squeeze them gently.

She remains motionless for a small moment but can't help but sigh softly as she looks into your kind face.

“We have no choice at the moment and I want to trust you,” she replies with a smile and returns the pressure on your hands. You grinned at each other. A clearing of someone’s throat brings you back. Your eyes go to your uncle, who was the one clearing his throat.

“It hasn't been decided yet where you want to accommodate all your guests.” Your uncle says with a raised eyebrow. “I already have an idea. I'm sure you won't like the idea, but my mind is made up." Everyone can tell that you're close. It seems very familiar between you and the commander. You give the tall, menacing man a cheeky grin and turn around.

“We should get going.” You look up at the sky. “The sun will soon set, the storm has subsided and I do not wish to become the prey of a Cerberus. The forest will be getting reaaally dark and you can't see well. With so many injured we are easy prey." - "There are Cerberuses here???" Robin says with interest. “Yes, and they are dangerous when they hunt in packs.” – “Okay guys, get ready to leave, secure the ship and prepare to transport the Straw Hat. You heard (Y/N). We shouldn’t stay here.” Law interrupts you as he calls out to the group.

The crew runs around hurriedly. Just like before when you were on the branch, you are observing a systematic process. You watch with interest as the sails are lowered and the ship is secured. Your uncle puts a hand on your shoulder, but your gaze doesn't look away from the scene in front of your eyes.

"I'm curious to hear what you'll say to Father." He speaks so quietly that only you can hear him. You recognize that teasing tone and nudge his side with your elbow.

“Grandpa may be the King, but I am the Holy Princess.” You wink at him.

Zelos is sure that HE will face the consequences, but how can he say anything against you when your face reminds him so much of his sister - your mother -. You don't have her fine blonde hair, but your face looks so much like hers and you definitely have the same personality. The same mind, the same compassion, the same curiosity in the heart. Your uncle rolls his eyes and huffs. You're bold and you definitely didn't get that from your mother... you got THAT from your father! But your father also gave you good qualities. You have become a strong woman even if you don't look like one.

From the outside it would look like the commander was annoyed, but you just laugh at him because you know he loves you like a father.

The door of the ship opens again and out comes a few crew members with a person on a hospital bed. You see a quite young man; he doesn't look good. There are bandages everywhere that are stained with blood in some places. He is white as a sheet and even from where you stand you can see the shadows under his eyes. It makes you so sad when you see someone suffering.

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See you next time, kiss kiss ♡

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flowerandblood · 2 months

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Once in a while I get asked about Alys, what I think of her and why I use her character the way I do and not differently in my stories, why she is always a side character, sometimes good (The Impossible Choice, The Sweetest Fruit, The Knight & The Judge) and sometimes bad (Glass Cuts Deepest, The Softest Whisper, The Prince and The Fox).

I don't want to answer the same thing several times over, so I've decided to make a post about it to which I will direct people who ask about it. This is my opinion, which only applies to what I write about.

Let's start with the fact that I think Aemond doesn't have mummy issues, but daddy issues − I mean he craves male attention, not female one, and not in a sexual context, but in a paternal.

He craves his father's attention but doesn't get it, so he sticks close to Criston Cole, and looks at Daemon as if he were a god, dreaming of hearing a word of admiration and appreciation from him, of facing him, of being a great warrior in his eyes, someone his uncle might fear.

If the situation had been the other way around, if it had been a young princess who had been charmed by a much older man of lower status, grooming would have been the first thing the people would have talked about here.

Added to this, of course, is the fact that Aemond kills everyone but her, that his superiority of power and position is great, which makes going into the relationship toxic right from the start − Alys is fighting to survive, she can't refuse him and perhaps she feels something for him afterwards, Aemond wants a lover and companion, he wants to make out for the humiliation Daemon has caused him and perhaps he feels something for her afterwards too.

Of course Aemond became drawn to her. Of course he respected her, because we never saw him treating his mother or his sister badly. He respects Alys because she is intelligent, well-read, because he can get into a discussion with her, because she exudes wisdom and because she is beautiful, mature and can guide him when he feels lost.

He chooses her, however, because he knows he will never be able to count on anything else as a kinslayer.

It may help him to accept the situation and whatever feelings he has for her, but we don't even get a chance to see what would have happened if he had been given the chance to choose a woman equal to himself in terms of position. No matter how strong a character Alys would have been, I believe that even if he had married her so that their children would not be bastards, she would have been like Anne Boleyn, and one wrong word from her would have been enough to make her lose her head.

They have known and been together for too short a time for us to know what would have happened next, whether Aemond would have been bored with her if, as Prince Regent, he had come across another woman closer to him in status and matching his needs differently from her, someone who in his opinion would have been 'more suited to him'.

Why should I assume that they shared affection is true love? Because he flew with her on Vhagar? Because he put his child in her? Because he kissed her before he flew off to fight Daemon? Because he said "my lady, my Alys" about her?

He says this because she is his, emphasising his attachment to her, but also that she belongs to him in the literal sense, she is his woman, his mistress, his property. It was the first months of their acquaintance, of course they fucked like crazy. They hadn't yet had time to settle down and get bored with each other, to see what their relationship would be like if they were forced to be with each other in a time not of war but of peace.

Do I have anything against Alysmond and stories with this praning? Absolutely not and I never have, just like any ship with Aemond, but I just don't read such. Some people see chemistry in their confrontation, I don't − just as some people don't see chemistry in my stories between my characters, finding my heroines boring. That's okay too. That's what fandom is for, to have ships that we adore.

But please don't shove your "it's ridiculous you're making Aemond's canon love interest look like shit and you better not use this character at all" down my throat. No one is going to dictate to me how I'm going to use the character in my own fanfics, any more than I would ever dare to write someone not to write Alysmond because it's a toxic relationship. I don't give a fuck. Let everyone write about what they love and what inspires them, 100% support from me.

Just let people write what they want to write about, love your authors who write about Alys and Aemond, reblog their stories and support them instead of writing to me.

Amen.

#me just being tired

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This is trolling. No one assumes trans men are masculine. We get called boys even in our 30s, drawn as skinny white AFABs in layers of soft clothing, and reassured that it's okay if we want to kiss other boys. Actually, being assured that you're a cutie patootie fem uwu is really dysphoria inducing for a lot of trans men. I was on tumblr when I had just come out when I was 15 and it was incredibly discouraging to see the posts fawning over adorable wittle twans bois. I'm 25, I don't want to hold hands with a boy, I want to fuck a man. I don't want to change my hobbies and I don't care if people think it's toxic masculinity that makes me like "manly" things (way to assign the binary to activities, real progressive of you) and I don't get anything from "let boys be soft" with clapping emojis and sparkles inbetween every word with glittering font. "No actually it's good to not support part of a marginalized group!" no. Your trolling is shit and so are you.

And the idea that ace people are assumed to be against sex actually made me laugh out loud. I'm working on my doctorate and actually, on college campuses? I've heard from professors - not students, professors, adults old enough to have college-age kids - that ace people have sex at the same rate as straights but they need more foreplay, ace people just need more time to get to know you but after that they're sexually indistinguishable from heterosexuals, that asexuality isn't real, that asexuality is an internet label people use instead of admitting that they can't get laid, and my least favorite, that any man who says he's asexual is actually an incel/that asexuality is another term for incels and femcels. Then you hop online and the internet goes, "Ace people love sex! Ace people love kink! Ace people have just as much sexual attraction as other people! You'r'e valid if you're ace and fuck/do kink/are attracted to everyone!" and if there's positivity for people who are ace who aren't into sex, I've yet to see it. Hell, being not into sex gets you labeled "repulsed", like you're retreating from it the way the Wicked Witch of the West would from water and not just not into it. That happened even in OTNF's own comment section, and these are not uneducated people when it comes to queerness, we've just normalized that sex is a part of everyone's identity so much that even if you're asexual, it's weird and must be a repulsion thing if you're not into it. "Uh actually everyone assumes [__] so there's no need for positivity for [__]" fucking where?! Where are all these people who assume being asexual = not wanting sex?

For the record, I got my undergrad at two different universities due to a change of major, got my master's at another, and am getting my doctorate at a fourth, all in four different US states. One was in the Northeast, one was in the South, one was in the Midwest and now I'm on the West Coast. And I have never encountered people who assume trans men are manly or that asexual people don't have sex.

I have encountered sex negative asexuals, people who get so upset they leave the room if you make a joke involving them and sex, who interrupt the professor mid-lecture to say, "Ace people have sex!", though. That's how deeply this is ingrained in some people's minds, they will say it even when it does not apply to them, even when it's the opposite of themselves, so they can make sure they are Educating The Cishetallos and, more importantly, then share the moment they had to do so with their progressive friends for brownie points/in order to be seen as One Of The Good Queers who educates others.

As for the weird thing in the troll ask pretending anyone who talks about their lived experience believes in a conspiracy... do yourself a favor and get help bringing up your literacy before you take the SAT/ACT, kid. Not only is your trolling shit but you don't understand what the word conspiracy means. Someone saying, "[insert thing here] happened to me" is not a conspiracy and this is why your English teachers gave you C's - to get you out of their classroom and make your lack of comprehension someone else's problem.

In the event this wasn't a troll but was actually what you read, please get two tutors and possibly a screening for any latent anxiety or mental illnesses that would explain how you read people venting about shitty life experiences and thought they believed there was a conspiracy of some kind going on. Because that's the kind of making shit up out of thin air my dad, who has diagnosed Generalized Anxiety Disorder and Paranoid Personality Disorder, would do, and it's not a great sign if you read people going, "the people around me are shitty about this" and jumped to "the people who sent those asks are saying there's a conspiracy theory against them and I am the one sole person who can see the truth here!"

I really don't know how to explain this to people but if someone says something is shitty on their campus, they're saying something is shitty on their campus. It's not a personal attack or conspiracy. Sometimes shit fucking sucks and it's exactly that deep.

You wouldn't think "Someone had a stupid-ass opinion on my college campus" would be that hard to believe.

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Personal post in which I am processing old trauma.

It's weird how you can clearly recall an experience but have no emotional response/true comprehension of it until many years later.

My relationship with my ex fiance happened during my first three years of college, if you don't count the stalking and harassment that went on for several years after. I'm in my 30s now, that was a long time ago.

It took me a few years after breaking up for the last time to realize that the relationship wasn't just "really shitty" but had in fact been extremely abusive. To this day when I think of him I think of screaming and crying, breaking glass, blood, absolute terror, and the inability to breathe.

Over the years I've been processing the truth of things he'd normalized/minimized/gaslit me on and trying to give myself grace for the long term effects it's had on me. And for a while I thought I'd acknowledged all of it. But recently (last year or two) it's hit me like a sack of bricks that he tried to murder me. I don't mean going too far in a fit of anger, I mean he planned out and followed through on a deliberate plan to kill me that I survived by sheer luck.

That day has always been a cold, stop motion memory since it happened. I can recall it in a series of snapshots, each clean and neat and utterly detached from each other.

He tells me we'll have the house to ourselves.

He's drawn me a bath in the big Jacuzzi tub with rose petals in the water.

I undress and get in.

He is sitting on the side of the bathtub.

He is cupping my face for a kiss and whispers something about Ophelia.

My head is underwater.

I am flailing and grabbing at his hands, the side of the bathtub. Water is going everywhere but I can't get out from underneath his hands.

I can't breathe. My lungs are burning. I am beyond terrified. This is the inevitable end. This is how I die.

His hands are off me and I am able to get my head above water.

He is taking keys off the counter and handing them through the cracked open door.

I am soaking wet and holding my clothes against me in a bundle that mostly covers me.

I shove past the person on the other side of the door and run barefoot back to my dorm.

He gaslit me hard about this that it never happened. I didn't even get a chance to bring it up. He just showed up the next day to take me on a date (which he very rarely did) and complained about how outside of sex we never had one on one time because there were always people in the house. I was still in shock I think and don't really remember what happened in between my running out of his house and him showing up at my dorm apartment. I do remember being in the living room of his house after the date and having a very public fight that he pulled out of nowhere.

For a long time that memory has been something I shied away from even thinking about. It was a cold spot in my brain that gave me mental frost bite.

And then when I did acknowledge it, it was framed as 'I almost died' in my mind. But the more I think about it, the more clear that this was a planned murder becomes.

We were in college and he lived in a busy frat house/known party house with four other guys. He either dedicated significant time to tracking people's coming and going to find a long enough window of time to drown me and dispose of my body. Not a small feat considering the near constant foot traffic in the house. Or he engineered having that house be empty.

The tub, which wasn't normally used due to being disgustingly dirty, had been spotlessly cleaned.

He never got undressed or into the tub with me. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt with shorts and angled his legs away from the tub.

He referenced Ophelia, who dies via drowning. I was a theatre major at the time.

He very much intended to murder me by downing me in that bathtub.

The only reason I survived is because someone forgot their keys on the bathroom counter and had to come back for them. That's it.

It's so wild to me how long it's taken my brain to feel, I don't know safe??? enough, to really put the severity and full implications together. I didn't repress the memory, just avoided it. And I'm not even shocked that he tried to kill me, more that he tried to murder me - though I'm not sure how much sense that distinction would make to anyone else.

Seeing romantic gestures between couples makes me feel cold and frightened and grief stricken. And for a long time I attributed that to my most significant/serious relationship being an epic shit show and a half. But I'm starting to realize that it's also because one of the few romantic gestures I've received was actually part of the plan to murder me. So I'm trying to be gentle with myself when I experience those feelings.

I'm not some bitter shrew who hates seeing happy couples. I am experiencing the fallout feelings of an extremely traumatic and very nearly fatal event.

Anyway I'm not really expecting for anyone to have read this whole mess. But if you did, here's a picture of Forte snuggling me from this morning as thanks for sitting with me for a bit.

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are you aware of what will happen in the movie 26? according to the alleged kiss between Conan and Ai?

Hello Anon! I've been getting questions about the movie 26 for a while now, and now that there's more information, I'll answer. I don't watch DC movies, but I've been on twitter lately, and I've found out absolutely everything. I will make a long answer as it has been extremely controversial, and because I feel some points need to be clarified.

(From here, spoilers begin)

Yes, I am aware of the scene, and I know the spoilers are true. That kiss (actually CPR) does happen.

In this regard, first of all, I take this opportunity to say that nothing justifies the chaos and hatred that has been formed. As much as you love ShinRan, they are fictional characters in a fictional series and nothing justifies wishing Gosho Aoyama dead (I've seen memes of him in coffins!). It has been an unnecessary and childish drama.

On the other hand, I can understand the annoyance. I myself, as soon as I read the scene in detail, which is verified by many sources, felt uncomfortable, even more knowing that Gosho in interviews said that he had personally made this scene. Apparently the scene is: Conan loses consciousness in the ocean and Haibara does a CPR. On the way out, Haibara's inner voice says, "You don't know, but we kissed." They then run into Ran, and Haibara pretends to be unconscious so Ran can give her CPR to return the Conan's kiss. Totally unnecessary scene! So, I can understand the annoyance of some people, since, just now that they are an official couple, and after years without any content, they decide to make a movie with this fanservice, which, considering their couple status, it feel uncomfortable and out of place. Even so, you can feel upset/sad/disappointed, but generating such a level of hate and lack of control, that even the official DC account has had to issue an official statement, is absurd!

It is also important to understand that the movies are not canon and don't affect the plot at all. In fact, I don't even see them! Likewise, all the sources don't show anything romantic, and it is clear that the couple is Shinichi and Ran, and nothing else, so there is no implication in the canon. On the other hand, I also don't think that Gosho, as some now say, is now supporting CoAi for this scene, he simply wanted to play with the non-canon scenario making a shocking scene that he would never do in the manga, and he didn't think about the impact that would generate.

In any case, I think that, despite everything, something positive can be drawn from this. It's obvious that the Detective Conan staff knows the displeasure, so I wouldn't be surprised if there's a ShinRan case very soon, in an attempt to put out the fire xD

#anon ask

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Wanted - Jake Imagine (Sweetbitter)

Title: Wanted

Pairing: Jake (Sweetbitter) X Reader

Word Count: 1,472 words

Warning(s): Jake being a dick, cussing

Summary: Jake made (Y/n) feel like nothing when they were working together. After some time away, a far more successful (Y/n) comes back to town only to run into the one face that they never wanted to see again.

Author's Note: Full disclosure: I could not shake this idea for the life of me because a few clips keep popping up on my TikTok. However, I have not watched this show or read the book. I only know the clips I've seen (I tried to look up some extra stuff, mostly for dialogue patterns) and the synopsis I read of the book (though this doesn't really discuss any elements of that plot, so it should be fine).

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Leaving New York City for a while was the best decision that I had made in years.

I had wasted so much time there. I only ended up miserable. When I had a chance to leave, I ran for the hills.

It took years for me to return to the city. I had a book to sell. Skipping New York City would have been a major mistake.

Not that I thought it would be a great idea. I ran for the hills for a reason. I wasn't exactly planning on coming back.

I was hoping to mind my own business. That the city would be big enough to avoid any problems that could come up. It's New York City. There are too many people for me to bump into the handful of people that I didn't want to see.

"(Y/n)?"

I was wrong.

I had just been wanting a coffee before my day of meetings. I took a deep breath, looking toward the direction I heard my name from.

"Jake," I said, trying to hide how badly I wanted to avoid him.

"It's been a few years, hasn't it," he asked.

"Yeah," I nodded, turning back to the menu. I had already made my decision, but his eyes were just as intense as I remembered. I didn't want to focus on them again.

"Big time writer now, huh," he chuckled. "Congratulations."

"Thanks," I muttered, glancing at him. Damn me and my need to always be nice, even when they were not nice to me.

"Let me buy you a coffee," he suggested. "Maybe we could talk... catch up?"

My glance allowed me to catch his eyes scanning me. I shook my head, covering up my smirk by pretending to scratch an itch on the side of my face.

"What do you say?"

"No," I said simply, chuckling at him as I stepped up to the counter.

"What-"

I ordered my drink without paying him any mind. I paid for the drink before he had snapped himself out of his shock.

"(Y/n)-"

"See you later, Jake."

I didn't look at him as I spoke and walked to the other end of the counter. I tried to make it incredibly clear that I didn't want to continue that conversation. He seemed to get the hint.

Jake and I had more history than anyone else at my old place of employment.

We had been working behind the bar together. I thought we were friends. Friends that had a flirtatious pattern of conversation. Friends that were possibly moving to more.

At least, that was my understanding. Especially after he had kissed me.

It was the end of our night. Cleaning, closing up. We were tired and ready to go home. I don't even remember what conversation we had been having.

I only remember his sentences trailing off as he looked around. He was checking the coast was clear as he backed me against the bar counter.

I couldn't question him before he had pressed his lips to mine. I just sat there in shock for a few moments before carefully kissing him back. It wasn't some long drawn-out moment. It just happened.

I hated that I still thought about the kiss. I hated that I could imagine it so vividly.

But more importantly, I hated that I couldn't have done anything to control what happened after the event.

It would've been one thing for him to wave it off or call it a mistake. I would've been hurt, but at least he would be straightforward about it.

Instead, he decided to insult me the moment I asked him about it. Pushing the idea that I was not going to ever be good enough for him or anyone. It was hell. I couldn't go to work without hearing shit from him and rumors travel fast in a work environment like that.

I was soon the obsessed co-worker that absolutely came onto him and now thought we were soulmates.

It's why I ran as soon as I could.

I thought that was the end of it. That I would only have to get through that one interaction and then I was done.

I was wrong. Again.

My team- I had a team now- wanted me to have a party since I was home. It was meant to be a reunion kind of thing. Friends and some members of my family that lived nearby.

It was my worst nightmare.

They invited my past coworkers without really warning me. All of them. Including Jake. It was like the air was knocked out of me. I had no choice other than to play it nice.

I think I got lucky that night. The stars aligned in my favor.

The party was surprisingly calm. Nothing went incredibly wrong. Those who hated me were happy to put on a smile now that I was a successful writer.

The only problem was the end of the night.

I had decided to help clean up. I was placing some garbage in a big bag when I spotted someone out on the balcony of the venue. I furrowed my eyebrows.

My confusion only lasted for a few moments before I realized who it was. Jake.

I placed the bag down and walked out onto the balcony.

"Party's clearing out," I said bluntly. "You can leave."

"Read your book, y'know," he commented. I sighed and walked toward the railing. I looked out at the view. "Your leading man was interesting. What was it... 'handsome enough to know he could use his looks to get whatever he wanted even if it hurt someone. Not like he would care anyway'."

I had to hide the proud smile that wanted to find its way to my lips.

"When did you become so self-aware?"

He scoffed. "When did you get so bitchy?"

"When you belittled me for having feelings for you in the same breath that you used to make out with me."

"I was a different guy," he said quietly. "I... I had some not great influences on my life-"

"Don't do that."

"Do what," he asked. "Explain my actions?"

"Make excuses for you not practicing basic human decency," I corrected. "You could've just rejected me. I would've preferred it if you never kissed me, but you didn't need to say all the things you did. You could've called it a mistake and moved on. Would've hurt enough. Not made my life hell for your actions."

"I... I didn't realize how much it hurt you," he mumbled. I rolled my eyes. "Will you look at me?"

I turned my head to look him in the eye.

"I'm sorry."

I never thought that feeling like you were punched in the gut could feel like a good thing. It was comforting though. Hearing him apologize. He was self-aware.

"I treated you like crap and you didn't deserve an ounce of that."

"Thank you," I said.

We fell into a long silence.

I let out an awkward laugh before looking back out into the distance. I heard Jake let out a sigh before stepping closer to me. His shoulder bumped mine.

When I looked over at him again, he turned his body back toward me.

It was nice being around him without worrying about him snapping at me again. I knew there was so much about him that I didn't know. We weren't exactly on the best of terms, and no one else would tell me anything.

"I should head inside; I said I was gonna help them-"

I was cut off by Jake leaning over to press his lips to mine.

I quickly pulled away, chuckling as I felt him trying to press his lips to mine again. He let out a low groan. It was from the back of his throat. I let my eyes open to see his still shut.

"Say it," I said simply.

His eyes finally opened when I spoke up. "What?"

"Tell me the truth," I rephrased it.

A smirk crossed his lips. No. It wasn't a smirk. It was a grin. A genuine grin.

"I want you," he confessed. "I want to kiss you. I want to be with you. Please-"

I stopped him as he leaned forward again. My hand on his chest seemed to be enough of a signal for him.

"Then, I'll see you tomorrow morning for coffee," I said before stepping away. "8. Same place we bumped into each other."

"Alright," he muttered.

"And don't get too excited," I muttered. "It's a chance, not a promise."

He nodded at me. "Understood."

I turned around and walked inside, ready to help some of the crew with what remained of the clean-up. I only paused for a moment.

I was just inside the door when I heard Jake muttering something to himself.

"Holy shit."

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this is fully hitting the wasp's nest so if you don't post it, i get it but like...i wish more of fandom was open to interacting with the material as presented than forcing into their preferred narratives. I like imodna as a concept. I've been interested in it since c3e1 and I'm intrigued to see where it may or may not go. But I would absolutely rather read your takes after an episode than the imodna fans because you're not trying to force every character action so its fit a specific narrative

Hey anon!

I really appreciate this! I hope you don’t mind me using it as a jumping off point to talk about a lot of general fandom response thoughts that have been percolating for a while, but I do want to answer you specifically which is that I’m incredibly grateful you told me. I do this too! I like to follow people who have different favorite characters or ships but who are engaging thoughtfully with canon. I genuinely have a much, much better understanding of Veth, whom I always liked but often struggled to get, because over time I've followed a number of people for whom she was one of their favorites and who write good meta about her.

With that said, people can engage how they want! It’s entirely valid to interpret things through shipping goggles/only watch because you want two characters to kiss (and you can want them to kiss for no reason other than "it would be gay”), or to like or dislike characters based on surface details. It’s just that like…to me, meta based on canon, or talking about the narrative and themes is saying “this is what I see, and I’m explaining it to you in the hopes that you can understand what I see, even if you don’t see it the same way” and shipping goggle interpretations are, ultimately, preaching to the choir. Like, honestly, I was never terribly into it, but I gave Imodna a shot! It hasn’t delivered on anything that specifically interests me and I’m more invested in other relationships for them right now. I'm also still open to things happening in canon in the future that would change my mind. But I'm not personally interested in forcing them to be together at all costs. Honestly, even for things I really, really ship, I never feel that way, because in the end I'm more interested in watching a story.

This could be a whole treatise - honestly the starting point for a lot of these thoughts is that masters’ thesis on toxic fandom behaviors w/r/t shipping that went around - but I’ll keep it relatively short here and if anyone wants me to elaborate on anything here, they can ask.

Basically, as I said above, there are lots of different ways to engage with the text, and the vast majority are valid, but looking at the canon and writing about conclusions drawn from it, or even writing fic that is deeply based in canon and makes smart extrapolations from it, are a way to make your own feelings about the text accessible to others. Saying “I think Blorbo 1 and Blorbo 2 should kiss with tongue” is not. It’s just as genuine and valid to say! I take it in good faith that the speaker truly wants Blorbos 1 and 2 to kiss with tongue! But If I don’t already agree, it’s not going to convince me because it’s not an argument. And, to be honest, if that’s a really common fandom feeling, and I don’t particularly care for Blorbo 1 and Blorbo 2’s dynamic, I might write about the limitations I see in it from canon (on my own blog, to be clear, not as a reblog or anything obnoxious like that). And, if I do that, I don’t mind if someone looks at what I wrote, and says “anyway, I think Blorbo 1 and Blorbo 2 should kiss with tongue”, and continues along their way, and ignores or blocks me and finds like-minded people! I only mind if they start directly engaging with me with the intent of convincing me, without putting in the effort to provide arguments tailored specifically to me. And even then…does it matter if I don’t want Blorbo 1 and Blorbo 2 to kiss with tongue? I don’t have any more control over this happening or not happening in canon than you do.

I think there are two big reasons why discourse can get so fraught and vicious. The first is that I think a lot of people who aren’t writing in terms of narrative, canon, and argument have very personal feelings about characters, which is good and valid! But they then see a dislike of that character as a dislike of them, which isn’t actually true, both because what makes a good character or interesting ship is not the same as what makes a good real-world person or healthy relationship (insert Anna Karenina line here); and because one person’s dislike of a character can be for different reasons than why someone else relates to the character (eg: the reasons I didn’t vibe with Molly were because he was often flaky and manipulative. If you relate to Molly but it’s because you’re genderfluid and do circus acrobatics and tarot readings, then our feelings are not in contradiction; we’re just responding to different things about him). I also think some people see a preference for one character over another, even if the person expressing the preference likes both characters, as an attack on their favorite. That, to be honest, is just really stupid and they should work through that.

The second, and this is where this does get more judgmental, is that I think that sometimes, people who are responding to surface things or relatability attempt to make arguments that inappropriately co-opt the language of social justice (not that it’s inappropriate to use social justice language when apt in fandom, but like…keep it systemic and about patterns), or which are inconsistent. To use an example, during Campaign 2, I remember receiving two different anons, one in which someone basically said “funny how Essek is granted the grace that Astrid never is; fandoms hate women”; and one in which someone said “funny how Astrid is granted the grace that Essek never is; fandoms hate characters of color”, and the real answer is that Astrid and Essek are very similar but do have key differences and if the criticisms of Astrid or Essek are rooted in misogyny or racism, respectively, then that’s worth pointing out, but I think it’s really unhealthy and unkind to assume people don’t like something because they’re bigoted (and indeed, this demonstrates a no-win situation with two characters each of whom is a member of an oppressed group, so that no matter whom people prefer you can always make this accusation, which means it’s meaningless without evidence.) And, if someone says in your inbox “well I don’t like Essek because he’s a wizard who is interested in power”, then it is valid to say “ok, well, then why are you arguing that I should like Astrid, a wizard who is interested in power?” because you’re pointing out the flaws in their argument. (sidebar: I, personally, like both Essek and Astrid. This is purely for illustrative purposes.)

Anyway I think the conclusion to be made is like, everyone may like what they like, but if it’s important to you that other people like what you like, you need to put in the work, and also, it’s worth examining why this is important to you...but it's that kind of thinking that makes people insist on certain narratives rather than just watching the show, because they are trying to prove themselves right rather than providing predictions and opinions, sitting back, and seeing if they come to pass.

#answered #Anonymous #cr discourse #more in the sense that it is discourse on the discourse #long post #i am going for the vibe of that bourdain post I just reblogged tbh #on fandom

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