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mechina · 3 months

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Sending this ask because I feel like you're the one person who won't immediately think I'm splitting up chaggie because I ship charlastor, but with the introduction of Emily I feel like that's who should have been vaggie's partner.

We know vaggie has a white knight complex and doesn't seem to actually view Charlie as someone who can make her own decisions, or can be trusted to handle herself in certain situations. On top of that, I noticed something I thought was odd. Now I don't know the reasons behind it but if you closely watch, vaggie never refers to herself as Charlie's gf, nor does she refer to Charlie as her gf, or partner, or anything. Maybe it's a Pearl/rose quartz dynamic, but if that's the case then vaggie and Charlie shouldn't be together because they amplify each others worst behaviors. And to be fair to vaggie, she'll often give Charlie good advice and Charlie just kinda of ignored it? But then they never really have a conversation about this stuff, so neither can grow as characters.

So if they wanted to have a wlw ship where vaggie could be a protective girl without needing to help her partner grow as a person, Emily is right there. I especially feel like em would take offense at vaggie being punished for showing mercy and want to bring her back to heaven. Idk, I'm just spitballing but seeing welcome to heaven made me mad that this relationship feels so imbalanced but it'll probably be handwaved away when Charlie by all rights should feel super betrayed that this person who she's spent years with never told her a thing about this, leaving her blindsided in front of a court of other heaven dwellers. But I'm just rambling, I would love to hear someone's objective thoughts

As much as I WANT to like chaggie, I haven’t been able to. That’s not to say I think they should split, but the tropes with those two are INSANE. Sunshine x grumpy, overprotective x naive, gullible idiot x savior, etc. It’s just a LACK of story. What should’ve happened (in my own opinion), they legit should NOT have been together from the start. Their relationship should have taken time to develop and maybe even go into girlfriends if that’s what Viv wanted, but it was for a bonus star. Stories change all the time, though I just wish it developed better. Of course they were in a rush (the time constraint is crazy to me) so relationships haven’t had time. The songs literally fix everything??

Your words go back to my trope issue. savior complex with the girl who is naive about the world. It’s been clear that Vaggie is just stupidly protective of Charlie because Charlie doesn’t have it in her heart to be mean. Brings back the gullible idiot trope who needs to constantly be saved. Charlie lives in a box and Vaggie just HAS to be the one to save her from her own dumb decisions. They don’t talk and that’s another issue.

It magically gets fixed lol. In Vaggie’s song, she said “I’ll spend my life being your partner.” But we didn’t even get any “she’s my gf” until literally episode 5. Then she has this secret, which will again, be magically waved away if the trailer gave any indication. Their duet will be their grace I’m sure.

As far as Emily goes, that’s actually not bad tbh?? Vaggie gets cast out, Emily (the one who is ACTUALLY the embodiment of how an angel in Heaven should act) does not like this. It can resolve the power balance. Charlie does NOT need saving but because of her naivety, Vaggie has to save her.

Vaggie and Emily? They’d save each other.

And while Chaggie is canon and I’m not bothered that my ship never will be (Charlastor), I’ll never judge anyone for their opinions on certain ships until they start harassing people. Just because you like a dynamic doesn’t mean you want the w|w representation to go away.

We want the representation to be better. Sorry for the rambling and I’m not even sure I answered what you asked, but thanks for the ask. I’ve never had these before, lol.

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glowingbadger · 3 years

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The Sylvain and Dimitri arranged marriage stuff made me think of a claude version of it. Maybe an AU where Claude never came to fodlan and reader has to marry the prince/king of Almyra to improve countries relationships. Anyway seriously love your stuff thank you so much for the content!!

Oh hoo Anon, this is a wonderful take on the concept. Let's see what I can whip up for us~

((side note I feel like we never learn whether Almyra speaks a different language from Fodlan?? But being multi-lingual is sexy so idgaf))

((And also I used Bengali for Almyran because I have Bengali family and the language is so beautiful even though the english alphabet phonetic spellings are weird af))

Claude x Reader - Arranged Marriage

NSFW 18+ (like only towards the end tho idk)

Overall, you do what you can to stay out of the way. You'd been sent to Almyra as a symbol- a token, more than anything else. Now that you were in King Khalid's possession, very few throughout the castle paid you any particular mind. You were provided for, of course. Anything you cared to ask for was given. But you didn't speak a word of the Almyran language, and those who bothered to use what they knew of Fodlan's to communicate with you seemed to view you as a pet to be kept safe and healthy, and little else.

By week's end, there was to be a lavish banquet in honor of your union with the King- though of course, your input on the proceedings is entirely unwanted. In some ways, Almyra is quite similar to Fodlan. Court life is much the same. As you wander through the royal gardens, wondering at a range of colorful and exotic flowers you'd never heard of, let alone seen, a voice speaks smoothly behind you.

"Did you know you can actually eat the petals of this particular flower? They're very sweet."

You whirl around and nearly bump into King Khalid. You're about to stammer out an apology, but he reaches out and plucks a single white petal and holds it before your lips.

"Go on, I think you'll like it."

Whatever possesses you to eat a flower petal from this man's hand is something you'd rather leave unexamined for the time being- but he is right about the flavor. It's sweet, but not overly so, and quite pleasant.

"Hm! Yeah, it's nice," you say, then glance up at him as another thought occurs to you that you'd considered once or twice before, "You speak the language of Fodlan very well, my Lord."

"I'm flattered," he says with a disarmingly handsome smile, "and please, just Khalid. I don't think I could bear to have my own wife stand on such formality with me."

He says it so naturally, as if you'd been planning this union for years. Though, once again, he's right. This is only perhaps the dozenth time you've exchanged words, but you are wed, and you ought to get used to addressing him as your husband.

"Khalid..." you say tentatively, "Did- did you need something from me? I hope I wasn't too much trouble to find."

"Not when you find such pleasant places to hide," he replies, still wearing that easy smile, "but to be honest, I was actually hoping you'd accompany me for the day. I can finally afford to take a bit of time away from the castle, and I think you and I both would appreciate some space to breathe. What do you say?"

Correct once again. You nod, and take the arm he offers you. As he leads you out from the gardens, he points out a few more plants native to your new homeland. They're incredibly varied, each more strange and vibrant than the last. All the while, he's somehow made you feel as though you're chatting with an old friend. You leave the gardens and wander towards the area you vaguely recall to be designated for horse stables and wyvern stalls.

From there, a few things happen in sequence. Khalid asks if you're afraid of flying. He asks if you trust him to hold on to you. He helps you up onto the saddle that seems impossibly high up on its own right, and then, you're propelled into the air with a force your body has never felt before. You tense and shrink back against his chest, clinging to whatever part of the saddle you can find purchase on for dear life. Up here, it's difficult to pick up, but you feel your husband laugh behind you, then his strong arm wrap around your waist.

"Relax, I won't let anything happen to you," he says against your ear, his voice sure and steady, "I've got you."

And it takes a few miles of flying and a lot of Khalid distracting you by pointing out different buildings and shops along the streets below, but eventually, you do manage to relax- at least a little.

The castle town is positively buzzing with activity. Even from your distance in the sky above, you can see clusters of people moving around each other like fish up stream, and even hear the faint echoes of a merchant advertising goods.

"It doesn't seem at all like the Almyra we're taught about in Fodlan."

"Oh, it is," Khalid assures you with a bemused chuckle, "But it's also much more. I imagine it's the same for your people. There's a lot we can learn from one another, I think."

By the time the sun is high in the sky, you've passed the most densely settled part of town and are gliding over farmland and the occasional pocket of forest and rivers that split and cross through the earth like veins. Though, the warmer climate of Almyra will still take some getting used to, and it seems your husband considers this.

"Let's land for a bit and find some shade,"

You nod, and he directs his wyvern to begin a slow descent.

The King had thought of everything for this little day-trip, it seemed. Having evidently packed everything you'd need in the saddlebags on his steed, you now recline beside him on a plush blanket in a clearing amidst the trees. A small brook bubbles down from stone to stone in small waterfalls beside you, and the air feels positively alive with birdsong and rustling leaves, all foreign to you and all part of your new home. And so is he, you think as you glance over at the handsome figure of your husband beside you.

You'd been sitting in a comfortable quiet, munching on a couple of very dense pastries which Khalid had told you incorporated an extract of the flower you'd sampled earlier. He gives a satisfied sigh as he finishes his first and lies back on the blanket, taking in and savoring a deep breath. As you finish the last bites of your own treat, you reflect on the day thus far. You'd learned much about the locals and their daily lives by observation and Khalid's description in such a short time, and he'd even taught you a hand full of basic words and phrases in Almyran.

"Uhm, Khalid?"

He opens one eye and gives you a sideways glance.

"It was... dhonnobad, right? Thank you?"

His smile his open and warm, his eyes practically shimmering in the reflected sunlight from the nearby brook.

"Well, we'll have to work on your pronunciation, but I'm impressed you remembered," he beckons you down onto the blanket beside him, and you follow, lying on your side as he turns towards you. You're closer than you'd anticipated, even given the limited realestate of the blanket, and you internally scold yourself for being shy about something so silly- like some naive adolescent.

"Let's try a couple more words, since you've been such a diligent student."

"Okay," you say with a smile, "try me, I'll do my best."

"Hmm..." he looks around your private clearing, then gestures towards the brook and says, "Jala"

"Jala," you repeat slowly. He nods,

"Right- that's 'water'. And, uhm..." he points toward a patch of wildflowers at the edge of the brook, "Phula. That's 'flower'."

Again, you repeat as best you can, and though you know your pronunciation must be off, he's encouraging nonetheless. Then, he leans in towards you, and brings his free hand to your cheek, his fingertips brushing your skin lightly.

"Now try sundara."

"... Sundara?" you make an attempt, and you're sure you got something about that 's' sound mixed up, but Khalid just gives you a slanted smile. He doesn't clarify at first, so you ask, "What does that one mean?"

His fingers slowly weave back into your hair, and his voice is low and soothing as he replies,

"That means 'beautiful'."

Your face warms immediately, but you hardly have a moment to feel bashful about it before he presses his lips to yours, kissing you slow and deep. His movements are effortlessly sensual, pulling you towards him and sending your pulse pounding through your veins. You part your lips to him almost instinctively, and the way he uses his tongue is sparing, but oh-so effective. When he finally pulls away, your head is spinning and it's all you can do to meet his gaze.

"So... that's how they kiss in Almyra." you say, barely above a whisper. Khalid smirks and turns you onto your back, sliding an arm around your waist.

"Oh, no- there's no tradition in this, only skill."

Goddess- if they'd warned you of the King's supernatural charms, you wouldn't have believed them. But now his lips are on yours once again, and he's holding your body to his, and you can't think of anything else. Your arms drape across his shoulders, and faster than you can track, your bodies have met in a tangled, impassioned embrace. It was hard to imagine that mere kissing could feel so erotic, but something about his pace, about how his lips and hands move in tandem, about how thorough he is in exploring you, makes you feel like it would be only natural to give yourself over to him completely.

His kiss travels along your jawline up to the shell of your ear, where he nips briefly, then murmurs,

"I was hoping to apologize for how little time we've had to get to know each other before today," you bite at your bottom lip as his hand slides down to the curve of your hip, "if that would be pleasing to you, my dearest wife."

"Ye- yes..." you sigh into the open air as his lips reach your neck. The single word is all either of you need. He never stops pressing lavish kisses to your lips and neck as he pulls your clothing out of his way. By the time he's satisfied, your clothes are draped off your arms and pooling around you on the blanket- and he doesn't seem to care to remove them entirely. He has a goal in mind.

Slowly, painstakingly, he makes his way down your body. You feel him everywhere- hands tracing and memorizing your frame, breath hot across your skin as his lips spoil you with adoring kisses. Soon enough, he's kissed his way to your lower stomach, and he urges your thighs apart beneath him. You suppress the instinctive wave of embarrassment at being exposed to him for the first time- he is your husband and your King, afterall- but then, his head dips down towards your plump lower lips, and your mind goes white.

"Khalid-!" you gasp out as his tongue trails coyly up the crease of your folds. He hums contentedly, and places a disarmingly chaste kiss to the soft skin. Then, his thumbs gently spread you open for him, and your entire body burns while he takes a moment to merely admire you- your pretty little hole already wet, your clit already hard and flushed dark. When his head lowers once more, his green eyes meet yours steadily, as though to promise without words to be good to you.

And in a moment, his mouth begins to gently tease your clit, and your head tilts back on the blanket. Your hips jerk just a bit with each pass of his tongue across the sensitive bundle, and occasionally you can't hold in a gasp or whimper of pleasure. This only encourages him, of course. The more you moan and sigh, the more dedicated he becomes to your body. He presses himself more firmly to you, his lips surrounding your clit and the surrounding tender flesh, and he suckles on you, licks you, kisses you. You don't know when it happened, but your hands are at the back of his head, fists tangled in thick brown hair as he diligently works.

The unbearable tension is winding tight and anxious in your lower body- you know he'll drive you to climax before long, and the mere thought feels like falling in love. And then Khalid moves lower, and his tongue dips inside of your entrance. You gasp and unwittingly tug on his hair- but he certainly doesn't seem to mind. With a lustful groan, he presses more firmly to you, truly buried against your body as his dexterous tongue curls upward, stroking the vulnerable spot behind the nerves of your clit.

"Khalid!" this time it's nearly a scream, and you're grateful that your voice is lost in the surrounding foliage. Your thighs begin to shake, and your hands release him to instead clutch the blanket behind you. And at last, with a whimper in a voice you hardly recognize, your lower body floods with soaked warmth as your orgasm sweeps through you. Panting, twitching, you moan out for your husband over and over, until finally, the wave begins to subside, and Khalid pulls away to position himself above you on all fours.

"That's a nice expression..." he says with a grin, directing you to look at him with a hand at your chin, "I hope I'll get to see it often."

When your eyes finally refocus, you look up at him somewhat apologetically,

"I should... attend to you."

He laughs and kisses your forehead,

"There will be time for that tonight, don't you think? Once we're a bit more... put together," he says with a glance at your bare form, "we should head back to our ride. I'll bring you back to the castle, and we'll get the cooks to prepare something very 'Almyran' for you."

You nod- it probably wouldn't do for the first time with your Lord Husband to be mid-day in the woods. Though he'd certainly failed to make it seem unappealing.

"And then," he goes on, bringing a finger to trace the curve of your bottom lip, "Well, maybe we'll excuse ourselves to our bedchamber a bit early this evening, and we can continue this little... cultural exchange."

#why do these always end up so long urg #claude von reigen #fe3h #claude x reader #fire emblem smut #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem #feh #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem imagines #x reader #claude fire emblem #not sfw writing

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darkmulti · 4 years

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Invisible

sadist!Seonghwa x female reader

⚠️Warnings: wall sex, rough sex, oral (fem receiving), choking, marking, established relationship, spanking, dirty talking, degradation, hair pulling

This story may be triggering to some, as it does talk about some sensitive topics, or maybe it’s just me and it kinda made me cry idk, but its like 3 am so maybe its just me. Point is, it is REALLY angsty.

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

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“Seonghwa, are you even listening?”

Your fingers snap in front of your boyfriend's face and he looks up at you with a bored expression.

“What?”

He asked rudley.

You rub your temple trying to remain calm. He has been so frustrating lately and was constantly on his phone as well.

“Nothing, it’s nothing. Whatever content your phone is providing you is probably more important than your girlfriend.”

You said bitterly. Seonghwa doesn’t respond and looks back at his phone. Not wanting to fight with him, you get up off the couch, grab your keys and go for a drive.

“Where are you going?”

“Nowhere”

And with that you walk out of the door, not looking back. As you left the front porch, the door opened, meaning Seonghwa was following behind. As a instinct your legs move faster and before you know it, you bolt to your car. You made it to the car, but Seonghwa already caught you before you could get in.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? When I ask you something, you reply like a good girl.”

His words caused tears of frustration to gather up in your eyes.

“Is that all you fucking care about Seonghwa? Controlling my life, but not actually loving me. I have to obey all these rules, I have to please you in every way possible, but when I start talking about my issues you totally ignore me and act like- like I’m invisible.”

Tears now threatening to leave your eyeballs. You blink them back and your breath becomes shaky. Seonghwa stares at you. His face was emotionless. Maybe he wanted to breakup. You deeply inhale in attempt to stop your shaky breath, and say

“I think we should break up. It would be for the best…. this relationship is not for me and I can’t continue to live like this Hwa.”

Tears are flowing down your face, while you swallow your sobs away.

“So what? We break up and pretend none of this happened? That we never happened? Is it that easy for you to just throw it away like that, like it was nothing?”

“No no, of course not. But Hwa I gave you more then one chance to fix things up. You never took it seriously.”

“Don’t call me Hwa anymore, I only let people who are close to me call me that.”

Ouch, that stung harder than it should have.

You quickly wipe away the tears and turn around to open your car.

“Not so fast missy. I don’t want you back on my property again. Go pack all your shit, then leave.”

He really was a monster. A careless and ruthless sadist. Taking a deep breath in you walk past him, and enter the house. You run upstairs, grab a suitcase and start packing your belongings.

Seonghwa watches your every move. He leaned on the door frame of the walk in closet, and watched you lose yourself while packing.

Fifteen minutes later, you finish packing. Seonghwa moves out of the way to let you go. But just when you’re about to walk out the door, he pulls your hair back and throws you on the bed.

“You’re so naive, it’s actually amusing to watch.”

“What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me. What in the world goes on in that tiny little head of yours? I’m not going to let you leave me. Y/N, you seriously have the audacity to question my love for you? After everything that I’ve done for you. You still think of it as nothing? You’re in the process of teaching me how to love again, you can’t just leave me, like how everyone else left me. I’m sorry that I’m not affectionate, but I’ve told you, that’s not my fault. I love you enough to tell you the mortifying things that happened to me as a child, that I wish to forget. But I didn’t. Instead I told the love of my life, so that she could help me with it.”

Seonghwa looks up at you and sighs.

“I’m sorry for the rant. You can leave if you want to. I guess I was meant to be alone for the rest of my life.”

His words shatter your already broken heart. Seonghwa never talks about his feelings, and now that he is, you’re afraid he might view them as negative things that were stupid and useless. Your head spins, not knowing what to do. First of all, you didn’t even know you had such an affect on him. Him calling you the love of his life, warmed your heart but stabbed it at the same time.

You dustpan all your thoughts up and without thinking twice, cup his cheek and pull him in the most passionate kiss ever. Tears stream down your face, and rub on Seonghwa’s face. Seonghwa immediately responds and wraps his hand around your waist and tightly holds your body close to his, while exploring your mouth.

You pull away and giggle.

“I love you so much Seonghwa.”

“I love you too.”

Seonghwa gently places you on the bed and starts taking both of your clothes off, stealing kisses in between.

“I still have to punish you, because you tried to leave me.”

“Go right ahead daddy. I deserve it.”

Seonghwa can’t help but smile at your submission.

He kisses your lips, then makes a trail of hickeys. Placing them all precisely, making the path clear and perfect on your soft, beautiful skin.

His tongue lays flat on your clit, teasing you, until he starts to flick it to get some reaction out of you. Well, it worked and your hands immediately went to his hair. You twirl his hair around your finger, and move more down onto his face, so he can go harder.

Seonghwa gets the hint, and goes in harder. Your booty was squirming around against his face, until he bit your clit and you yell out,

“OUCHIE! Hwaaaaaa!”

He didn’t say anything. Instead a smirk grows on his lips and you feel it on your pussy.

“Come here baby girl.”

Seonghwa picks you up and slams you against the wall, thrusting his dick up in you, without warning.

“Ahh! Fuck hwa, slow down!”

Seonghwa growls at your request and pounds himself harder into you. He wraps his hand around your neck, squeezing it harshly, leaving no breath in your mouth. Soon, you felt lightheaded from the lack of oxygen and the hard cock thrusting in your core. You tap on Seonghwa’s hands and look at him with pleading eyes.

He lets go and only speeds up his hips. You try your best to catch your breath, but in a matter of time, Seonghwa places his hand right back and gives it another squeeze.

You squeal out and tap on his hand wanting out again. He slams you back against the wall, and let’s your legs go. With little to no effort, Seonghwa turns you around and slams into your pussy from behind.

He picks you up and bends you over the vanity, so you can see him fucking you.

“You like this baby girl? Tell me, am I making you feel like a whore taking you in this position? So you can watch me fuck the guts out of you?”

You do nothing but pant in response. Unfortunately Seonghwa didn’t take this as an answer. He grabs your hair and pulls it back, giving a hard slap on your hot face. His hand moves from your face to your ass cheek and he spanks it hard enough to bruise it.

“I l-love it da-daddy. Just take me! Fuck me tILL I DIE PL-please.”

You were too tired and distracted to answer the question, so you sputtered some words out.

Your eyelids feel heavy and you close it for just a second until he lays another slap on your already bruised ass cheek.

“Don’t sleep on me princess. I’m almost here.”

As soon as he said that, your knees wobble and you cum all over him uncontrollably. Seonghwa places another spank and with one last thrust, fills you up with cum.

“Do you feel invisible now?”

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Another shit smut. Okay, I’m going to bed now. You probably didn’t enjoy but 🤷‍♀️

Xoxo, n❣️

#seonghwa smut #ateez smut #seonghwa #park seonghwa #park seonghwa smut #ateez seonghwa

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dayables · 3 years

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I'm glad you liked my yttd ramble the other day hahsjshsj. And I have some more stuff to say because this game lives rent free in my head.

I love the writing and storytelling from kimi ga shine, I really do but I think the way the later half of the second main game is structured, from a narrative point of view is kinda misleading. The whole focus of the last bit, with the Kanna vs Shin argument is on Kanna. Shin feels unsure and ungrounded so he resorts to interrupting her and abandons his calculated and calm facade he had until that point, which makes sense in a character point of view because it shows how he reacts when he is truly cornered. But it doesn't make sense considering afterwards the game clearly wants you to vote him. Honestly after playing the logic route the first time, the emotion route feels like a fever dream. It's all unicorns and rainbows and is such a contrast to the other option I wonder why we even had a choice in the first place. Unless further down the line there is some type of plot twist where our hope and optimism in the emotion route is punished I don't see why the game pushes so hard to make us feel guilty of killing Kanna in the Shin route. Honestly, after playing a chapter 3 full of internal conflict from Sara and other characters reacting to the traumatic nature of their situation, they seem so naive in the emotion route, idk if I'm explaining myself well enough. Like we fall into this weird bit where they will "for sure make it out alive" and Sara is determined to "bring everyone to safety", everything is "totally gonna be okay" and it just seems so... off? It makes no sense for them to think that right now, especially not after a failed escape attempt and seeing the way the floormasters and dolls can interfere with the game like Gashu did. (And knowing that even if they can take off their collars they will just be killed for desobying the rules from Shin's death)

On Kanna's death "cut scene" Sara literally thinks, and I quote "We need Sou to escape... / I... chose logic... / The worst possible choice..." what???? literally how? The whole point of this choice is that no matter which one it will always be a morally grey answer, there isn't a right or wrong here because either way you're killing one of your allies. And going back to the way the second main game is structured: the focus is all on Kanna so having Shin's death be the final arch for his character seems a bit out of touch. If we wanted that to be his big finale, if he's the one we're supposed to listen to, then why isn't he the one speaking for the majority of the time? The end of the discussion part is all about Kanna, Kanna's sacrifice, her whole speech about Kai's values and hope to defy the game and escape as a group, Kanna's wish to save Sou and Sara like she couldn't save her sister. Then why is listening the Kanna the worst choice? I think they were going for a "double final arch" per say, so you could in fact choose any of the two endings and still have a satisfactory conclusion but why did they have to push so hard afterwards for Shin's death to be "the right choice?". If that's just Sara's guilt speaking why doesn't she feel the same way (or at least the tiniest bit remorseful) for Shin?

And I know it's another level to the whole logic vs emotion, you either get a more satisfying narrative or a happier one but I don't think it had to be that different you know? That and the way the two deaths are handled makes it clear (even if unintentionally) that Nankidai gives priority to the emotion route. And when you can see that to this degree it makes me wonder why is this even a choice in the first place?

In conclusion, I seriously hope the emotion vs logic route isn't the thing that leads the player to a good vs bad ending. Or at least that it isn't as predictable as it seems right now, because if we are doomed right from the moment we chose to save Shin... idk it seems like a cheaper alternative to just have "save the child" as the objectively better ending. And again, I would personally make it so that the whole hero trope, happy-go-lucky nature of the characters in the emotion route would crumble somewhere during the final chapter, they can still have a happy ending but at least make it so that there are some consequences for choosing Kanna over Shin, literally anything at all. Them being suddenly almost unfazed by the deaths of their past allies is so out there it seems completely out of character. Like you said, Sara's stress doesn't come only from Joe's death and Shin's existence, it comes from leading a group of people to almost certain death, why is that no longer a problem? And if the difference between saving Kanna or Shin is more world building and knowledge later on then that needs to be a bigger difference between the routes because right now it's just Kanna good, Shin bad.

Anyways this turned out super long again but I just have. a lot of thoughts. I really do like Nankidai's storytelling, he does a very good job at it but when it comes to this? I think he made some questionable choices, I hope it becomes less linear in the future.

:DDD

Once again, this is my thoughts explained so well, so I’m going to expand with my thoughts :)

First off, the game clearly wants you to vote him. is very true. Shin’s death is nearly too perfect. Happy ending, a character arc wrapped up in a bow, constant praise for killing Shin and an even happier next part. A fever dream is the perfect way to describe the emotional route after playing logic first. Everything about it, seems so off.

What tipped me off, what really tipped me off, was Kanna’s reaction to We hin’s death. Especially when compared to Shin’s. Whether or not it’s healthy is debatable but it is at the very least co-dependant. Kanna was manipulated by Shin. Whether or not she cared for him the same way he cared for her* is up for debate.

*(we don’t have nearly enough context for a clear cut on her motives for her actions in part 2. Shin seems to be more concerned about saving Kanna specifically, while Kanna wants to save everyone including Shin. This can be linked back to her feelings of worthless. Yes, Shin is special to her, she mentions him and Sara. However, if they had not gotten close, Kanna likely would have made the same choice)

Kanna, almost didn’t seem to care that he died, that everyone else might die (from her own perception of what could happen). For someone who is wrecked by grief and death so much, she’s, just as happy as everyone else? It’s so out of character that she isn’t a teeny bit distressed.

See, the oh so happy attitude, part can be played off to Sara no longer being swallowed by self-loathing over Joe. She believes she can do it, and that will drastically affect how the part plays out. Yes, that is not where all her issues stem from. But, even that small weight could make all the difference in those moments. I’m okay with that because Sara is allowed to be unreliable. It’s the others reactions. Everyone is just like her. It’s so surreal how everyone seems have gotten their own Joe AI through someone's death?

The narrative actively pushes that choosing Kanna is the better thing to do logically, while killing Shin is foolish and a choice made from emotions. We are pushed to kill Kanna then rewarded when we save her. It’s all so jumbled. It’s all so wrong. Now from a story telling perspective, it is okay to reward us for listening to our hearts. My issue with the emotional route isn’t that it’s one big happy family, (because how much of that is Sara believing that?). It’s the concept it’s pushed to be better, happier and the ending you want.

As you said: Why is killing Shin a choice if it’s so bad?

Is it to give the player an illusion of choice?

It makes the emotion route so fever dreamish after finishing the emotion route. So jumbled. It makes it less satisfying but I believe it is for a reason.

Right now everything is too linear. We either have the most important player in this game dead, or against us. It’s not like the Reko/Alice choice. This was so major, so why is it so linear?

It’s unnerving, how happy the game is when the exact same thing is happening but bleaker when you save Shin.

It’s terrifying. Everything is the exact same, but it’s not. And it’s something i’ve seen no one else who played emotion first get. Because I don’t know if you can exactly grasp how unnerving their happiness is (I obviously didn’t play emotion first but I’ve never seen anyone point it out despite most of tumblr playing emotion first) at first.

I am terrified of the emotional route for their being nothing bad. Because they’re are bad things and good things. in the logic route.

Why is one route so happy and the other realistic? Why Nankadai? Why?

I have belief that this is purposeful. I believe a game that creates dread so easily (look at how we’re all terrified of main games, Midori, part 3b) and horror (just look at the deaths) is not creating the terror unintentionally. Especially when it’s so easy to miss.

The fact it can be taken down to Kanna good, Shin bad, is a build-up for a crash. This game built up Kai surviving longer than the first game so well and look at how that went. It takes one slip and the happiness of emotion crashes down like glass. The logic route does not need to end happier, but all Shin needs is a push and the bleakness of Logic cannot hold up.

These routes are resting on a needle. It takes so many mistakes (more than can be made in a single route) to unintentionally put them there.

There is a lot of room for this to go wrong. You’re right, it’s bad writing right now for the routes that are so linear to be so different. It’s worrying, jumbled and does not make sense. I agree with you! The choices here are questionable. ^^, I just believe these are purposeful, especially when we don’t know what’s coming next

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pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles · 4 years

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We're stuck at the airport bc of fog. I'm seriously pissed off, tired and I'm missing you more than you know. What are you doing baby girl?

I just washed my face and I'm thinking about putting a mask on but idk. I miss you too Daddy. Last night I couldn't sleep thinking about how much I needed you. Can't wait to see you in 12 days and show you how much I've missed you

Counting the days are we love? Tell me, how many days has it been since I let you cum?

Four days, and I have to wait until I see you. Are you worried I won't behave? It's not the same without you here. Why do you do this to me? I was having a normal evening, wasn't even horny but now I'm thinking about you and wanting your cock.

Are you now? Trust me I'd rather be home with you right now. You're so beautiful when you're on your knees getting ready to suck me off.

You're mean, seriously mean. You know I love the way you taste. I hate that I'm so wet right now.

Let me see

Honey blinked at her phone when she read Ashton's request. She pulled her pajama shorts and panties down and angled her phone trying to get the best angle and taking a couple pictures.

She'd never been into taking any kind of nude photo or video, but Ashton got so turned on when she did. It always amazed her that he found her as sexy as she found him, and he'd help her love and accept her body which made the sex so much better. Her submission to him made her feel strong and sexy.

Ashton's throat tightened when he saw the pictures. She quickly complied to any request, giving herself to him completely. The trust and love behind that was intoxicating and erotic. His girl was everything to him and he wanted her to feel good tonight even if he couldn't be there.

Get naked and get in our bed. I need to see you baby girl, see what I'm missing

Honey jumped off the couch and made sure the bedroom door was locked behind her before turning on the bedside lamps, stripping down and lying on her back, phone in hand.

I'm ready Daddy, what do you want me to do?

Let me see those pretty tits babe, pull on your nipples for me

Honey squeezed her full breasts moving her free hand from one dark pink nipple to the other pulling and twisting a breathy moan escaping her lips before she ended the video and hit send.

Ashton sighed heavily as he opened the video. Luke looked up at the sound but when Ashton shook his head he closed his eyes once more. Ashton turned his eyes back to his phone mentally feeling the heaviness of her breasts in his hands, and the soft pillow they created for his head when he needed cuddles.

Wish you were here sucking on my nipples with your fingers inside of me

Are you touching yourself baby girl?

No, you haven't said I could yet. Just thinking about you as I play with my tits. Does that make you hard Daddy?

I'm sitting in an airport lounge with an erection I can't touch. It's my own fault really

Does that mean you want me to stop?

Absolutely not, reach down between your legs and tell me what you want

She hit voice record and began rubbing her clit.

"I'm so wet for you right now, wishing your fingers were here spreading me open. Miss the way you look up at me with that evil little smirk while you're saying the filthiest things. You look so proud of yourself after you make me beg. Oh God just thinking about it is getting me so wet. Listen" she held the phone between her legs so he could hear her fingers moving as she fantasized about him.

Ashton glanced around when he saw the audio file pop up. Luke was asleep, Calum was watching something on his phone and Michael was sitting in the corner on Facetime with his dogs. Ashton slid his earbuds in and played music to double check the Bluetooth connection before opening Honey's message.

Listening to Honey play with her pussy made Ashton's whole body flush and he squirmed in his seat. He was really hard now, picturing her laid out of the bed moaning for him to stop teasing and replace her fingers with his.

Slide your fingers in and tell me how good it feels

"Feels so good, thinking about you always gets me so turned on," Honey's voice was breathy and needy. "Need you here Daddy, it's not the same." She knew the effect this would have on him, and the thought of Ashton sitting out in public with his dick straining against his pants made her whimper. She was starting to feel her orgasm build, "are you gonna let me cum for you tonight?"

Not just yet baby girl, you're going to have to work harder than that.

Want me to get a toy and put on a show for you?

You're trying to kill me aren't you

Is that a no?

I'd love to watch you, just wish it was in person. Get the big guy out of your toy box

Ooh yes Daddy, wanna watch me ride that big dick for you?

Ashton almost choked, clearing his throat and shifting in his seat. He was getting slightly impatient after a few minutes.

Sorry it took me a second to grab a towel and get everything set up

Honey pushed the rug to the side, and stuck the suction cup end of the dildo to the wooden floor. She pulled the bedside table up so she could set her phone on it to record. She'd angled things so Ashton could see her tits head on but watch her ass in the mirror's reflection over her shoulder.

Ashton got a quick video of Honey slowly bouncing on the toy, her eyes fixed on the camera and her mouth slightly open. After less than a minute however she frowned and stopped recording.

Ashton groaned, rewatching the video after glancing around to double check no one could see.

Honey sent another, longer, video and Ashton almost drooled all over himself. It took all his willpower not to palm his erection through his jeans as he watched her ass jiggle and bounce riding a cock that wasn't his. Her tits swayed as she worked her hips, soft little sighs and moans escaping her lips as she concentrated on how good it felt.

"You like how that looks? It feels so good, but not as good as you. Nothing is better than you," Honey told the truth. She was no naive virgin when she met Ashton at one of Cal's parties, but sex with him was so much better that anything she'd experienced. Ashton told her it was because their souls were connected, and as cheesy as it sounded she kind of believed him.

Ashton closed the video knowing he was dangerously close to cumming in his pants if he kept watching.

You ride that dick like such a good girl. Want you to cum just like that for me.

He jumped at the feeling of a shoe brushing against his leg, looking up he saw Luke sleepy eyed and smirking at him. Luke stretched out again giving a pointed glance at the phone in Ashton's hand before dropping it to the bulge in his pants.

Another video notification popped up and Ashton hesitated knowing Luke was aware of his situation, but he couldn't resist.

She was moaning louder, working her hips faster, and rubbing her clit as she did. Cooing and whimpering, "yes Daddy, please, it's so good," Honey was caught up in the dual fantasy of imagining she was riding Ashton's cock and the image of him jerking off while watching her. As her orgasm approached she moved the phone to the floor giving him a close up view of her pussy creaming on the toy along with the delicious sound of her juices with the friction as she rode the dick fast and hard.

"I'm cumming, oh fuck Ashton, I'm cumming for you Daddy," she was whiny and needy and Ashton could almost feel her shuddering on top of him, digging her nails into his chest. Ashton stood up so fast he almost fell over and Luke had to catch him below he toppled. Calum looked up from his laptop and took off his headphones.

"I got him Cal, it's fine," Luke reassured him, stepping over Michael who'd crashed half on the couch half on the floor as he led a still slightly woozy Ashton away from them.

"Luke I'm fine," Ashton protested as Luke followed him into the bathroom. "I don't know why I got so dizzy."

Luke snorted, "you got a head rush because all of your blood has gone to your dick. Honey must really have you riled up. Ashton raised his eyebrows and Luke laughed, "your face gave you away. That and the giant boner."

"Fuck off, now can I have some privacy?" Ashton was annoyed but still needed to find release.

"Of course, unless you want to return the favor and need someone to hold the camera," Luke's blue eyes crinkled watching a wicked grin cross Ashton's lips as he realized what Luke was proposing.

"Oh she'd like that," Ashton handed over his phone. "Will you get on your knees, I promise not to cum on you."

Luke walked over and locked the bathroom door as Ashton unzipped his pants and started to run his fingers up and down his shaft.

Luke got into position, "wouldn't be the first time, but you're answering to Lola if you do."

@toofadedtofight @kiiiimberlyriiiicker1995 @maluminspace @sexgodashton @5sosnsfw @irwinkitten @cal-pal-cuddles @kchillout

#pink kink au #ashton and honey #ashton irwin #ashton irwin imagine #ashton 5sos #ashton smut #ashton irwin smut #ashton blurb #5sos

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the-cryptographer · 7 years

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miranova23 (@kaiba-fangirl) replied to your photo:

Hey no prob! On mobile rn (& should be doing hw <.<) but as far as the ~controversial~ ships, I know they can still be aged-up or the ship name used for just any other kind of relationSHIP. Heck, most of the characters are canonically underage, and there's even the reveal of Seth & Atemu being cousins, buuut it's Ancient Egypt, & does that mean their reincarnated spirits count as cousins??? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ btw finally wrote out a long-time-coming brothershipping post. we seem to be on the same page though 👍 As far as ettushipping i don't really have anything else rn i guess... but I'll keep u in mind =)

It took me a minute to realise you were referring to locketshipping aka tabloidshipping aka incesty Mokuba/Seto. For some reason, probably just wishful thinking, I thought at first maybe you meant battleshipping (Jou/Seto/Yuugi) or buddyshipping (Honda/Jou)...

I made the statements I did without really contextualising them within the context of the ygo fandom. It didn’t occur to me you were referring to a distaste for the fandom presence of certain ships or the way they’re presented. So... sorry I got kind of weird on you in the tags.

below the cut is tl;dr about controversial stuff and incest and sibling abuse

re: tags. I know people in fandom use the term ‘pedophilia’ as a catch all for... whatever they view as having the potential of including child sexual abuse. I personally think maintaining the distinction between pedophilic and ephebophilic attraction patterns (which people may or may not act on), and acts of child sexual abuse (for which attraction may or may not be a factor) is important. But really I knew what you meant when you said what you said, so I realised I was being pretty nitpicky. But also, even more generally, I think people should be free to write about controversial and potentially disturbing topics, so long as they realise what they’re doing and include proper tags/warning.

re: scandalship. Usually when I’m talking about incest ships I’m not talking about cousins. Not that cousin incest isn’t technically incest, but it’s allowed in most of the world today including some US states. And it doesn’t have the same kind of relational baggage as parent or sibling incest. The bigger part of what makes things incest in my mind is the person having been closely involved in the other person’s formative childhood development in capacity as a parent or sibling, and it almost without exception coincides with abuse. Malik/Rishid is an incest ship in my mind because Rishid was undoubtedly a brother to Malik during his upbringing. (Isis/Rishid is harder for me to make a call on because we see less of their relationship. It’s not clear whether they were raised together in an intimate proximity, or whether they really relate as siblings. So, depending on what headcanons you’re working with, I think both incestuous and non-incestuous interpretations of a romantic relationship between them could be valid.)

But, in terms of what you were talking about in your post here - I haven’t run into a lot of Mokuba/Seto personally - not enough to view it as some sort of fandom problem. But admittedly I haven’t gone looking for fics specifically featuring the two of them, so maybe that’s why. I know I’ve seen someone else also complain about the abundance of Mokuba/Seto in the search for gen fic, and I also had a similar experience pretty recently, so presumably it is a common fandom experience. I was searching through doujinshi on pixiv and opened something that I assumed to be Kaibros gen but was not. I had actually long since thought the internet has massively desensitised me to everything, but I actually shuddered irl. This isn’t to condemn the artist - admittedly I think everybody should label/tag things like that but I assume they did and I was the one that went around clicking links without taking the time to read the Japanese. But from a perspective of what I found disturbing was the kind of ease that you described in your post - that kind of moves between something I’d consider part of a very close and caring and acceptable sibling relationship, to something unacceptable that immediately undermines the validity of Seto and Mokuba hugging or sharing a bed in a nonsexual context, but also tries to capatalise on and continue off of the ‘cute’ vibes set up by what could have once been reasonably interpreted as a platonically intimate gesture, instead of a symptom of abuse.

(Yeah, for the record, I don’t think it’s abnormal for siblings to be physically affectionate to a degree. A lot of siblings aren’t as close as you and your brother, even siblings with more or less amiable relationships, but I agree it’s odd and unfair to assume that you guys can’t or shouldn’t be platonically affectionate. Otoh, though, I feel like it’s not always easy to spot a family resemblance, so I get how people may be confused. And also just wanna throw out there that sibling sexual abuse is more common than anybody wants to admit, and there’s a critical lack of attention towards the issue compared to rarer types of child sexual abuse, so it’s unfortunately possible that people are projecting their own unhealthy histories and dynamics onto you.)

But, hmm, there was another case I had where I ran into (appropriately warned for) Mokuba/Seto that I think handled the topic pretty delicately. It was about a Seto that had a plethora of sexual desires (including feelings for Mokuba) that he felt unequipped to find an outlet for - partly because of the ferocity with which he isolates himself and pushes away human contact. It was an unsettling story - but what made it palatable for me was the way both the narrative and Seto himself were keenly aware of how inappropriate acting on such desires would be. Seto’s guilt-ridden, convinced of his own monstrosity, and desperate to escape to VR (or wherever he can go to not deal with anything even remotely like an emotion). Seto immediately understands this attraction poses a threat and threatens to topple every way in which he’s tried to protect Mokuba. And Mokuba’s increasingly worried for his brother, and too naive to really understand exactly what the big deal is - even when Seto crosses the line and kisses him (and immediately pushes Mokuba away and runs off and curls up into a ball of self-loathing). And, when VR proves to be an insufficient method of escaping his own humanity, Mokuba finally convinces Seto to reach out to Yuugi, and Seto agrees because - even thought the last thing he wants to do is reach out to anyone - he cares more about remaining a good brother to Mokuba than maintaining the comfort of his own emotional isolation. So it becomes a reassertion of how much Seto values Mokuba as a brother and puts him first, rather than an expression of sexual violence.

I’m not saying this story is something for everyone (it’s not. it made me uncomfortable at times. and the solace that it was meant to make me uncomfortable was enough to soothe me, but I realise that’s not enough for everyone.) It also doesn’t blend with my personal headcanons, tbh, and it’s not something I would be interested in writing about with regards to Seto and Mokuba. But as a reader and letting the author take the reins, I enjoyed the fic, and I see the merit in it exploring the concepts it did. Far more than I see the merit in exploring Seto and Mokuba in the context of ‘aw, cute they’re hugging. now they’re kissing. uwu’ But, idk, I’m also not the arbitrator of what fiction has merit or isn’t too irredeemably creepy for anyone other than myself.

idk, like I said, I haven’t run into much Mokuba/Seto during my (mostly relatively recent) run of the fandom. Maybe it’s a bigger issue than I envisioned. And, well, I can’t stop people from creating fanart of Kaiba and Mokuba cuddling with whatever understanding they have of the circumstances behind the scene. But- yeah. I don’t support locket-/tabloid-/brother- shipping them in that manner. I’ve heard a lot of people just say ‘Kaibros’ to refer to Seto & Mokuba as a unit. But I don’t know if there’s a consensus on what people use as a tag for gen Seto & Mokuba things *shrugs*

(And, um, just more generally regarding the Kaiba brothers - I think they can be pretty unhealthily codependent, but no more than I’d expect two brothers having been through foster care and alone against the world to be. I don’t mean to undermine how important and loving and their relationship with one another has been, and how much it has been a saving grace for them.)

Anyhow, sorry for this upsetting tl;dr but- Thank you again! And, lol, yes! Keep me in mind for all things ettushipping related! And polarship and pupship and rivalship and battleship and 5000 other things tbh, lol.

#Kaiba Mokuba #Kaiba Seto #meta #DeLurk words the meta #save me from this card game hell #cw: abuse #cw: csa mention #cw: incest

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undecided-mystery · 6 years

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IDK why I wrote this and I’m ashamed at the level of cringe

His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at me, quizzically, as if he was scanning every blemish and expression on my face and registering it to mind. He was looking at me like he was trying to remember, like he needed to remember. Emotions were ferocious waves crashing against each other in his eyes and I was drowning in them, drowning in him.

"L-luca?" My voice was not my own. It was strained, enlightened, weak and struggling in the flipping of my heart. His hand raised, closer, closer, skimming the side of face, causing something warm, and exciting and magical to jerk in my chest. It ever so gently tucked the hair that was falling into my face behind my ear, and then titled my head up. My breathe hitched. Time freezing as stars aligned and prophecies became true. His eyes seemed sad. But a lighter sad to what they normally were, and they were coming closer and closer to my own. His eyelashes tickled the skin beneath my eyes when they skimmed close. And then his lips were on mine.

The feeling in my heart could no longer be contained. It's warmth, it's magic ruptured and spilled, flowing down my chest, to my stomach, down my arms and to my toes, littering goose pumps as it went. Just a peck, just a graze from his lips to my own and I knew right then I was gone. I was his, I'd always be his, and nobody now would ever compare.

When he pulled away, nose still touching my own, eyes shut, mouth agape, exhaling deeply like he was trying to recover, a yearning settled in my chest, letting me know that after this I would never not want him. I pushed my fingers through the hair on the side of his head and he juttered. I needed more. I needed more of him. Something snapped inside of me, any shyness or apprehension or doubts I had before melted in the sparks flinging around my body. I moved my hands down, grabbing the side of his face and bringing his face to mine.

We were famished pilgrims, hands in each others hair, fingers scratching down his back. He pushed me back, against the wall next to the refrigerator and took control. A heat filled my body. Flushing throughout every limb. My heart twitched as he deepened the kiss, mouth opening, his tongue, still cold, still tasting like the strawberry ice cream we were eating moments ago grazed my own in the softest of manners.

I had to pull away, I had to detach my mouth from his own before it was too late. Before I was too far gone for somebody that didn't truly want me to ever see reason again. The kisses slowed down, mouths shutting, ending with a final, drawn out peck from him to me that sent tingles down my spine. I had forgotten how to breathe. I forgot who I was, what I believed in, and the worries and stresses always anchoring me down had sunk to the bottom of the ocean and i was on land. Nothing mattered but this. But him and me and us.

We were frozen, his arms around my waist, mine around his neck, his eyelashes still skimming the scattered freckles on my cheekbone as we caught our breathe. I never wanted to open my eyes. I never wanted this moment to end, or for this feeling to go away.

His hand was back, tucking the stubborn strands of chocolate waves behind my ears.

"Rose?" His voice was quiet, questioning. He didn't try to make it seem strong, or pretend he didn't care. It was quivering and wavering in the aftermath of us. When i finally gained the courage to open my eyes he was already staring into my own. We breathed in time with each other, neither of us knowing what had happened or why it had happened but basking quietly in the connection we shared. Never wanting the moment to end. But for me, what I wanted and what I got never aligned.

He began to pull away. I could see the gears turning in his eyes as the openness slipped away and the fake, empty cover returned. I needed courage. A leap of faith. I had to find it in myself to tell him, to tell him how i really felt. 'Come on my Rosie, that's it my girl, that's it', my fathers voice filtered in my head. I was 7, we'd gone camping and my feet were sinking into the earth. I had to find the courage to let go of the tree I was leeching onto and grab my fathers hand. A leap of faith. Courage Rose. Courage. I grabbed his arms as he moved back, and his eyes wouldn't meet mine, the coldness almost entirely back, concentrating on the small scar beside my right eyebrow, rather than me.

"You're wrong. I don't stay around you because I pity you. Or because I want to break down your walls and feel like I've 'fixed' you, or tamed the bad boy. I stay around you because you make my heart flip inside out. You fill me with warmth, and excitement, and hope that there is something more for me in this life. Something magical that can't be described." His eyebrows pinched together with pain, and he looked down at the floor. Courage Rose, courage.

"You laugh when I wish on the stars. When I close my eyes and cross my fingers when midnight reaches, when I blow on the petals of the wishing flower. I know you think I'm childish, that I'm naive and clueless and have my head stored up in the clouds. But I do all of that shit because I want it to become true Luca. I wish and I wish and I wish become sometimes wishing is all I have the courage to do. But not right now, not today." My breathe hitched in my throat again, my hands began to tremble. Here it is, here it is. 'Don't back out now, my love, not when you've come so far'.

"You keep asking we what I wish for? And it's for you Luca-" my voice broke and wavered and a cursed internally at myself, clearing my throat before continuing. He was entirely frozen. Shoulders stiff, face hidden from view, listening.

"For your happiness. For you to get a turn of luck and get the life you deserve. I wish for us. When I'm not with you, I yearn for you. Each night I spend thinking of you, of what you've said or how you are or how you've made me feel-" his lips were back on mine. A breathe I didn't realize I was holding in flooded past my lips and I kissed him back with relief, happiness, with hope. It was light hearted and heavy hearted at the same time. Fleeting and soft, fireworks bursting behind closed eyelids, electricity tingling in my body. We pulled away, noses skimming, his hand moving from my hair, sliding down my arm, fingers intertwining with my own.

"I don't deserve you Rose". He spoke with a softness, a sadness I hadn't heard from him before. It was a sadness so profound I knew it was going to be a war to change his mind and my heart sank back down into my chest.

"You do. You deserve everything". He became aggravated, ripping himself away from me and turning his back. When he brushed his hands through his hair in aggravation the muscles in his back stretched and pushed against his grey polo shirt. He walked forwards. Hands resting on the counter top behind the mirror and he looked down in defeat.

"There's things you don't know about me- things I can't explain and I-I, I can't explain them to you. I can't tell you without opening a door to the past I would never be able to shut again and I'm not ready. I'm not there yet." I bit my lip to keep the tears from welling in my eyes. I was loosing him. I was loosing him and I didn't even have him yet.

"There is nothing you can tell me that will change the way I feel". He threw his head back in aggravation. Groaning. Before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. I waited for him. Not making a sound in fear of snapping the doors that had just began to glitch open.

"You don't know that Rose. You don't know that when you don't know what I'm hiding. Secrets are secrets for a reason; they're not supposed to be known. Because when they are known people get hurt. The skeletons in my closet are just that; skeletons, that can never be revived and that can't be changed. You don't dig up dead bodies Rose. You put them where they can't be seen and continue on in life by pretending they don't exist." My heart dropped even more at his words. Everything inside of me was heavy. I was hurting, I was hurting for him. What has happened to this boy to make him think so darkly?

"I think you're wrong. It isn't the secret that causes harm Luca. It's the reaction to it. Secrets are made to be discovered. And I want to discover yours. You can't scare me away. I promise you that you can't". He scoffed, eyes filling with a resentment that sliced my insides apart when aimed at me.

"Oh really?" His voice remained harsh. "And how in hell would you be able to promise me that?" I froze, my heart paused. Hands shaking and blooding with adrenaline.

Courage Rosaline. 'Don't back out now, not when you've come so far'. 'A leap of faith'. One leap of faith. I blinked, letting out a deep breathe, before raising my eyes to meet his.

"Because," I ran my fingers through my hair in stress. Puffing my cheeks out. A traitorous tear dripping out of the corner of my eye, skimming done my face.

A leap of faith. Courage.

"Because I love you Luca."

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