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halethestilinskis · 11 months

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Untitled- Chapter 1 & 2

A/N- I know I haven't been on here much but I got inspiration to maybe start writing my own book- I have some ideas so I wanted to post it to see what y'all thought, please feel free to critique me and give me some pointers you would like to see as a reader!!

Chapter One

I was freezing, the melted snow going straight through my snow pants from a long afternoon of sledding with my friends, I wanted to go home, but friends wanted to stay. It was still light out, the snow still fresh, but my face was raw with the icy wind blasting. We saw some more people coming to the hill to join in the sledding. I lived across the main road, shared a school and bus with a lot of these kids and most of them absolutely loathed me. Why? I have no idea, but I suspect rumors went around at some point. Kids liked to bully me. I wasn't the prettiest, I was a big tom boy who didn't like to wear anything girly or pink. Only t-shirts and jeans. I didn't know how to do my hair, and my mom insisted I had bangs, even though my middle part and cowlick pushed them to the sides and made me look silly. The Colvin's had strong genes, and I looked just like a female version of my brother, which may made the ladies love him, but the boys not like me.

Tyler was walking over with his huge red sled. I hated him, and he hated me. He was a year younger than me, but a lot of the more popular kids lived over here, and they all talked, or were siblings of the popular kids that were my brothers friends. Over to my left was my brothers best friend's house, Jackson, and he was walking over with his brother Julian. He didn't know it, but I had a huge crush on Jackson. He's three years older than me, the same age as my brother, but my brain didn't care. Like I said, boys didn't like me, and I wasn't pretty, and he only had pretty, skinny girls hanging on him.

I got more nervous as Jackson got closer, does he even know who I am? I questioned myself, but of course he did. I'm Jameson's little sister, every one in town knew my brother, everyone loved him, I've been known as "Jameson's little sister" for years, never by my actual name, Hazel. Jackson said "hi" to me as he was running up the hill. My face burnt, immediately warming up, I had to turn quickly before he noticed, no doubt in my mind that he knew I had a crush on him.

"Move" Tyler said as he brushed past me to get up the hill, I was standing at the end, ready to relax for a second before going back up. My face burnt for a different reason. I hated confrontation. I sat down where I was, no one was coming down the hill on this side, the short side of the hills. Savannah, my best friend, went down the hill again, loving the snow, she didn't have a park with hills where she lived. I walked over to her, now that Tyler was here, I really wanted to go home.

"Get out of the way, or I'm running you over" Tyler yelled from the top of the hill as I moved to go talk to Savannah.

"Shut up, Tyler" I rolled my eyes and yelled back. He came down the hill anyway, forcing Savannah and I to quickly move out of the way.

"What's your problem?" Savannah, red faced, screamed at him. She didn't care about confrontation, if someone did something wrong to her, she let them know.

"I told you to move" he laughed, he actually laughed at the though of hurting us. Sociopath.

"Fuck you, Tyler" I said, angry enough that I didn't care about my anxiety.

He laughed darkly, moving toward us. I never wanted to fight with people, but I've been in a few fist fights with other people on my block (they started it), so I knew if I had to, I could. Our eyes locked and I wasn't back down. Thankfully he did. Savannah went up the hill again, I was spent, so I stayed at the bottom, my hands numb, waiting to go home. Tyler came up behind me, red plastic sled in hand.

"Leave me alone, Tyler" I said, exasperated. He snicked, knowing he got under my skin, and hit my in the back of the head with his sled, making it look like it was an accident as it hit me when he turned, but everyone around heard the argument we just had and knew it was on purpose.

"Hey, what the hell!?" I heard Jackson yell, he ran over to me, making sure I was alright as I rubbed the back of them head. It didn't hurt, at least not a lot, but I was humiliated and sad that someone hated me so much for no reason, that they justified hitting me. Jackson stormed up to Tyler, four years older than him, he got in his face, "you don't hit women, what is wrong with you?".

I swooned a bit at Jackson defending me, knowing it wasn't because he had a crush on me, and it was simply because I was a young defenseless girl that happened to be Jameson's little sister, but it was a nice fantasy to have.

"Are you okay?" he asked, coming back to me and giving me his hand to help me up.

"Yeah" I said, standing up before him, he pat my shoulder and walked away. My small ego very bruised, Savannah finally agreed that we can go back to my house.

I didn't see Jackson for a while after that, only briefly in school when we shared a school for a year. My freshman year, his senior year. I only saw my brother in the hall a handful of times, I'd call out his name and he'd push me into the lockers as he walked by with a smirk on his face. People in my own grade were asking me if I was Jameson's little sister now, assuming they connected with some of his friends and had sibling my brothers age. Even then, my brother was popular, everyone knew his name, but I was not. Not sure why the gene pool gave both my brother charisma and good looks, but not me, doomed to the bottom of the barrel of high school.

People didn't hate me anymore, I learned to control my anger, and that I was never going to be a popular or even near popular kid, and just lived with it. I kept to myself, got decent grades in my Junior and Senior year, and graduated, finally happy to rid the cesspool that was high school and go to college.

I had boyfriends, had boys that actually liked me and shamelessly flirted with me. There was Joe who I dated earlier in high school that played with my heart, shattered it and then came back and played with it some more. He was the hardest to get over and I will forever hate him for what he did to me. There was Jake, who never wanted a relationship with me, but would shamelessly first, bring me to his house and on "dates" but never wanted anything more. I never expected more from him, even though I liked him and thought he was cute, he back handedly made fun of me sometimes, and I didn't know how to joke about myself because my self esteem was so low. Looking back, I'm shocked he ever saw anything in me. College wasn't anything special, it was a community college right around the street from my house, but since my brother and I lived at home, and I was the only one who was actually home a majority of the time, I caught the wrath of my step dad.

"Go get a job" he screamed at me while I was sitting on my bed doing homework. I didn't even have my license, how was I supposed to get a job? It didn't matter anyway, no matter what, we were his step kids and weren't going to live up to his expectations.

Finally, I graduated and was able to be on my own. New degree, new me, I told myself, applying for every job in the area. Both my brothers moved out, it was time for me to do the same. These bright blue walls of my messy bedroom were starting to close in on me with how much time I spent in them.

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Chapter Two

"Feels like a new start" I breathed in, closing my eyes, enjoying the smell of the freshly finished wood floors and fresh coat of paint on the walls. It might be a rental that my brother owns, and he lives right above me, but I wouldn't complain about a cheap apartment that was close to family. There were a few things that needed to be worked on here, some wires hanging out of the ceiling for light fixtures my brother hadn't yet put in, and cheap work done by his friends, but I was his sister who didn't care as long as I could live there.

"We'll have to throw a party" my eldest brother, Shane said, handing me the keys, "but you have to take care of this place, I mean it Hazel, I know how messy you can be".

I rolled my eyes at him, "relax, an apartment and a room are two different things." He continued to list off things I needed to take care of, even though his apartment was messy too. I stopped listening after he told me to put carpet padding down on the floor before any carpets and asked "did you ask Jackson if he can help move my stuff?" Jackson had a large truck and helped everyone with their moving needs. Sometimes he was a nice dude, but the other times he would say some back handed insults to people around him, causing me to think he didn't like me, even though my crush was still alive and thriving at the age of 22.

"Yeah, he said tomorrow works" Shane said after he listed everything off in the house that needed to be kept pristine, including the dishwasher that still had plastic wrap on it from when it was delivered 2 years ago.

For tonight though, I was sleeping on an air mattress my mom had in her attic that was likely covered in spiders. I started to set it up before I went out with friends to celebrate move in day, even though I was exhausted from packing all of my things over the past week.

The mattress smelled like dusty basement, and I screamed as something web like touched my fingers. Definitely full of spiders. I almost gave up right there and to just sleep on the floor tonight, or ask Shane if I can sleep on his couch, but I was a big girl, with a big girl apartment, and I can't always rely on people to help me out. I decided to take the quicker approach and just dump the whole thing out and stomp on the spiders as they came out to attack. It fell to the floor with a thud and with the broom handle, I unrolled it. Fortunately, there were no spiders, unfortunately, my brother heard me scream from his apartment.

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Savannah and I met up at a gaming bar. We don't frequent too often, but we wanted to get out of our comfort zone and play some games with some strangers. Both of us were awkwardly single, and didn't know how to talk to strangers, but at least we can drink a few drinks, let the anxiety go, and play some air hockey with strangers.

"Do you need help with moving tomorrow?" she asked as we waited in line outside to pay the entrance fee.

"I have my brothers, and Jackson is helping" I mentioned.

Savannah elbowed my arm playfully, with a grin on her face "Jackson huh?". My face went red. Savannah has been my friend since middle school, she knows every dirty little secret about me, including my crush on Jackson since I was 12.

"Shut up" I brushed her off, giving the bouncer my ID, since I still look 18 years old, "he's not even my friend, just my brothers friend who I see sometimes".

"Yeah, but what if" she countered. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. I wouldn't allow myself to fall into that trap and indulge in a fantasy that would never, in a million years, happen. I did enjoy having him around and talking to him, even if he is an ass sometimes, but I have never hung out with him or even held a decent conversation with the man.

The air hockey table was open and we rushed toward it, only for two guys to reach it just before we did. The guy with blonde hair noticed us trying to get there, and nodded towards us so his friend with brown hair would look.

"Did you guys want to play?" he called over the music.

"It’s okay" I waved off, "you guys go ahead and we can grab it when you're done".

He smiled, "we can do a two on two if you want!"

Savannah and I looked at each other, shrugged, basically saying why not, and headed on over, "so are we doing boys against girls or are we making teams" Savannah offered.

"Let's do teams" The brunette said, and Savannah and I split up. I went over to the blonde.

"Hi" I managed to say, "I'm Hazel", he smiled down at my out stretched hand, making me feel embarrassed for even offering it to him. My cheeks heated up, why am I so awkward?

"John" he said, taking my hand, "and that's Zach" he motioned to his friend.

"Her names Savannah" I motioned my head over to her, seeing her laughing with Zach already. She always knew what to say and how to be funny, meanwhile, I just shut down at the first sign of talking to strangers, but wasn't that why we decided to come here tonight?

"I hate to break it to you, but you chose the wrong team" John smiled sheepishly, "I'm really bad at air hockey".

I giggled, "How can you be bad at air hockey?"

Zach shot the puck as soon the table started working, I leaned to go over the goal, nearly shoving John out of the way, but the puck got in anyway.

"Like that" he laughed. I laughed along with him, at least we had the puck now. I slap shot the puck down towards their end, where Savannah caught it the corner and sent it flying this way, I went to hit it again, slamming it over to them, but it ended up bouncing off the sides in the middle, Zach sent his handle to the middle, knocking it back to our side. Slowly, it returned and John caught it with his handle, sliding the puck over to me again.

"You have a better slap shot than me" he grinned, watching me send it over to their side and directly into the goal.

We cheered, jumping and high fiving each other. Apparently we ended up on the right team, because we were both looking competitive against our friends.

The score ended up being 6-6 after nearly 10 minutes of the back and forth. The bar was really starting to fill in and people around us were definitely eyeing the air hockey table. Whoops.

"Game face, John" I said, eyeing the puck as Savannah got ready to send it over, giving me to squinty focused eyes, "next goal wins!" My anxiety wasn't as potent anymore, having a beer and getting comfortable with these guys let my mind have some fun.

"Ready?" Savannah called over"

"Bring it" John and I said at the same time, causing us to look at each other and laugh. Savannah saw her moment and hit the puck as hard as she could. John caught it with his handle as it was halfway into our goal.

"Yeeeahh!" he cheered, grabbing it quickly before it went all the way in. He lined it up and slap shot it over before they even realized what happened. The puck went into their goal, and we ended up winning. Savannah gave me the stink eye as John and I jumped up and down cheering.

"That was awesome" Zach and Savannah came around, no longer able to hear simple conversation over the people and the music, "do you guys want to play again, we could do boys vs. girls this time" he slung his arm around his buddies shoulder.

"Looks like other people are waiting" I gestured to the growing crowd, it really got busy in here while we were playing.

"Is there anything else here?" John looked around, "DDR is open".

"I love DDR" I confessed quickly, knowing I'll probably do terribly with an audience.

"I love it, but I'm not good at it" Savannah chimed in.

"No one's good at it, but it's a good time" Zach slapped her arm playfully making her smile.

"Let's do it then" John said, moving toward the game, clearly he was the more outgoing one.

We played a few rounds of DDR and then moved over to Guitar Hero. My skills were very rusty on both, but we had a blast singing Sweet Child of Mine while playing on the easiest setting.

"Do you guys want another drink?" Zach offered looking over at John, "we're both empty" he shook the bottle to show us.

"Uh, I looked around, realizing it was getting late and kind of packed, I had to wake up early and drive home after all, "I better not, I have a lot going on tomorrow".

"Actually you're right, Haz" Savannah said, "we should probably get going, it's already 10".

"Damn" John stated, "we can't convince you for one more round?"

"I really can't" I relayed sadly, "I'm moving tomorrow, it’s gonna be a hard day as it is".

"Oof, yeah moving sucks, I know the feeling" he sympathized, "well how about we take each others numbers and we can meet up here sometime, we owe you drinks".

His smile was contagious as I felt mine grow into a grin, "yeah, that sounds fun!"

They said their goodbye's as we gave each other our numbers, hoping for a night within the next couple weeks to come back and meet up with them.

"Let us know when you get home!" Zach called out, I looked over to see John giving me the thumbs up. I gave it back to him, fully knowing I wouldn't remember to do that. I never did.

Savannah and I walked back to our cars with silent grins on our faces, both thinking the same thing, and how much fun we had.

"Get some rest, sleeping beauty!" she gave me a hug as I got to my car.

"I'll let you know if I end up needing your help, but come by later on, they'll probably hang around and have a few beers" I offered hopefully.

"Sure, let me know" she smiled. I got into my car and turned it on, keeping my eye on her as she got into hers, making sure she wasn't going to get kidnapped.

The ride home was a straight line, very smooth and little traffic for a Friday night in Providence.

The porch light was on when I got home, not sure if my brother always left it on it if he knew I was going to be back home late. It didn't matter to me, as long as it didn't count toward my electric bill. It still smelled like wood and fresh paint in the apartment and I reveled in it, made it feel less like a fever dream that I'm on my own. I quickly took my make up off, hopped in the shower, and got ready for bed, only to realize the air mattress was not blown up, and there was no pump to it. Looks like I'm sleeping on the floor after all.

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chi-the-great · 2 years

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Types of Friends I have or had Pt 2

[but we don't go there]

1. The "I hope the clock never strikes 12 for you" friend

Together you've watched so much life just whizz by. Had such pretty braids growing up and an even prettier name(it tastes like metal now) . Their pencil case, school bag, water bottle everything was coordinated for a very specific Disney princess. So many lies, so many headaches, so much unintentional pain. Everything was an act and you both played your roles beautifully even if it only left you miserable. Forced contact lvl 100. They always dreamed about being a fashion designer, drew the nicest clothes and twirled around in their dresses. Sometimes everything felt so easy, so carefree. Most times their friendship felt like power, like a noose around your neck as if the weight of it would simply crush you. However you've never told them any of this, so they'll never know. But for old times sake, you hope, they find their happily ever after. (as far away from you as possible)

2. The "If only Accio worked on people too" friend.

This is the friend you made in a place you'd least expected it. You walked in and there they stood, smiling without a care in the world. Big main character energy. Together, you've shared snacks and talked about how weird life was. They were a breath of fresh air, one you wish you'd held onto longer. Smart and nice and fun but you'd only met them once. So all you have is their name [only 4 letters] and the memory of them singing a recap of an 8 movie long franchise [one you'd never seen] , whilst the both of you ran across massive wooden floors. Sometimes you wish you'd watched the movies and other times you wish you had their number. But most times you wish you had a silly little necklace that could turn back time. Most times you wish you could turn back time.

3. The "Such a clever grown up miss" friend

Older than you by ALOT. Did this make them think they had power over you? Maybe. Did you always play dumb to avoid confrontation? Yes. They had the shiniest long black hair and were atleast a whole head taller than you. Came in a pack of three. Either 2 other friends or 2 other siblings. They know everyone's drama and have the unique ability to make it their own. Always complaining and comparing. Complaining about their family, you wish they could leave. Comparing YOU to their family, you wish you could leave. Treated you extra nice for things you had no control over. So much guilt tripping. But they'd learnt it at home. They'd lived through hell there and I suppose brought a fraction of it to you. Their eyes held so much determination to do better, if only you could help. Often they'd say they'd like to disappear, if only for a little while. What counts as a little while?

4. The "Future that we hold is so unclear" friend

Have you seen a Potter. They start with simple tools, a spinning wheel, some clay and an ingenious mind, I was never able to comprehend. This person was the same. They commandeered words and colours and produced the finest specimens of art. I was in awe, constantly. What happens when geniuses aren't kind, when they start picking fights with people who deserve the world. What happens when you have to pick a side. I'm not sure. For now it's avoiding eye contact and not saying hii. For now it's not texting them anymore and not showing them your work. For now it's hoping time and distance will end what you weren't able to outright. It's a coward's tactic but I hope it works. Even if it hurts, I hope it works.

5. The "We're not who we used to be" friend

Neither of you had developed personalities when you first met. So you'd bounce off of each other and everyone thought you were inseperable. Sometimes people remember you as a pair. She's a runner, she's a trackstar was made FOR THEM. Always donning several rings on each hand, looking effortlessly beautiful. They're the first person that comes to mind when you think of their hometown, they essentially inroduced you to it. Resting mean face for days. But they're so nice it's actually disorienting. For a period of time you knew their phone number by heart, but technology evolved and your memory weakened, fickle as the mind is. And yet despite the years that have gone by and the other friend groups you've both now become a part of, you still call them pretty everytime you see them or wave and share a smile. Sure it's not the same as chasing them around the classroom every chance you'd get but hey you're not even in classrooms anymore and they'd outrun you anyway.

6. The "May these memories break our fall" friend.

Throughout life you will inevitably find yourself in relationships, you can't recall the start to. For some this realisation hits in old age for others during a silly game of truth or dare when you're twelve. For me it was while writing this. A poetic revelation, if you will. All I can remember is that they smiled quietly (I'm not sure how) and were weirdly confident for someone so young. Always had their hair half up and half down. They put up with my whiny, pouty little self and went along to wherever I wanted to go. Watched me be the class clown whilst seemlessly blending into the crowds. Their name at first glance seems so common, I should know atleast ten others that share it. And yet in my eleven years, since our first encounter, they're the only one I know. I guess being around them is so much fun, I don't know what city they're from or how old they are. All I remember is, US. Together. All the time. (and then never again)

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Hello, I really like your work! and i would like to know if you can make yandere killua and yandere illumi fighting each other for the reader. The reader is a friend of Killua and is the same age as him, 18 years old.

Alright! This might be a bit iffy in parts because I never write actual confrontations, but I hope it's enjoyable! I couldn't really slip in some real yandere behavior, so I kinda implied it to keep things short lol.

Killua'd known you for a while now, about two years, from the age of 16 to now, his eighteenth birthday, and he liked you quite a bit. Because of this, the silver-haired man had begun to keep an even stricter eye on you than he had in the past. That's why you were tagging along to Killua's family home with him and Gon to let his family celebrate so that he could keep you safe and close. Besides, he'd rather you met Illumi under his watch than on the roads and by complete chance. So, Alluka was safely in a secure hotel room and you were walking up to the gates to Hades with him and Gon. "You sure you can't just do this over the phone?" You asked, your (e/c) eyes swimming with concern for him, it made his stomach flutter with butterflies. "Nah, my mom would have a fit if I didn't come home for my eighteenth birthday. But, if they try to introduce me to a 'nice girl', we run." That made you and Gon both giggle, but nod. Despite it being silly, the three of you knew it was highly likely. It would be too much to ask that Illumi and Milluki be the favored ones. Killua thought bitterly as he spotted the gates to Hades up ahead, but no. He and Illumi were something akin to the favorites out of his five siblings, the most 'loved' was Killua, he was the heir, so of course he was expected to breed and carry on the line, but Illumi was the eldest, so he too was expected to find a wife and have children. It was an awful fate that some part of Killua, deep down, felt sorry for his brother over, but it was a small portion.

With a firm shake of his head, Killua shooed the thoughts away and huffed at the doors that he now stood in front of, "We'll do our best to get out quickly," Gon chirped, giving the white-haired assassin a confident smile, which he returned, "Yeah! Real quick," he confirmed, before leading them to the testing gates and easily opening them all. "Y'know (y/n), each of those doors is supposed to be 2 tons each? and each bigger one is twice the weight of the corresponding one!" Gon boasted, bringing an astounded look to your face, "Holy shit, really?! Isn't that...128 tons though?" Gon nodded "Yep! Killua can open them all," he boasted, beaming with pride in his friend, ignoring the pink-cheeked glare Killua threw his way as they walked onto the mountain.

As to be expected, the Zoldycks had sent Gotoh, their head butler, with a car, so the trio was spared the miles of walking it took to get to the actual main house. So, instead, they spent the ride talking and joking, which helped to combat the knot of dread in Killua's stomach. Something just told him that this visit wasn't going to end well, but he couldn't say why he felt that way. When he got inside the manor, he got his answer.

It wasn't that he and Illumi were still on bad terms, he'd tentatively begun to mend fences with his eldest brother at sixteen after years of blubbering and pestering from his mother, but the way Illumi's soulless eyes locked onto you when he spotted you did not sit well with the silver-haired Zoldyck. However, his mother tackled him before he could stop his brother from approaching you and striking up a conversation. The only comfort he got was in knowing you were talking to him almost solely out of the need to be polite, you'd been warned enough about the manipulative snake to know to be wary. "you've grown so much! I barely recognize you anymore," Kikyo half squealed and half chided as if Killua could help himself growing to be Illumi's height, maybe a bit more, but the man just rolled his icy blue eyes, staying quiet to avoid his mother shrieking at him about how she was a good mother who loved him or something.

After his mother was done fussing at him, Killua returned to you, sticking close to you and Gon so he didn't lose his cool, doing so would only lengthen how long they'd have to stay. However, he also came over to interrupt Illumi's conversation with you, "Hey, (y/n), ya doing okay?" he asked, not bothering to hide his concern about his brother, which got him a pointed look from said brother, "Oh, yeah, just been chatting with your brother." you hummed, and while he could tell you were still wary, it was far less rigid as it was before. Of fucking course he'd do this bullcrap he thought, scanning over you to ensure his older sibling hadn't stuck you with a needle. Thankfully he hadn't, so that meant Illumi'd just charmed you. Disgusting.

Nonetheless, he bit back the urge to grab you and run and instead just talked to you and slowly led you away from Illumi. After that, things mellowed out for Killua and the day wasn't as much of a nightmare as he'd thought it would be, though that was mostly because he hung out with Gon and you more than his family. That wasn't to say he wasn't polite to his siblings, especially Kalluto, and nice to his parents, but he kept a distance from them. He especially kept a distance from Illumi, and he made sure you did the same so that the assassin couldn't put a needle in you or charm you anymore. However, Illumi approached him around evening, when you'd been drug off by Kikyo to 'have a chat' aka be interrogated for knowing her son so well. "I know why you avoid me nowadays," Illumi hummed in his usual bored, almost-sleepy voice as he watched the tv and acted as if he didn't notice his younger brother's evil look. "but what bugs me right now, is you keeping (y/n) away from me. You know that I need a partner, your friend is a viable option, you're just being rude to stop me from at least trying to date her." He continued, and Killua could almost taste the annoyance in his deadpan brother's aura, but all it did was put a spark of malicious joy in his soul. "First, my friends shouldn't be options for you, second, quit fucking talking about them like they're a piece of meat. (y/n) is a fucking human, not a damned broodmare for you." he pointed out in as cool of a tone as he could manage, both so no malice slips into his aura and affects Gon, who was next to him, and to further annoy Illumi. "Is it because you have a crush on her? No offense, Kill, but that won't stop me from making a move if she's available. they're very cute, and I wouldn't mind having her for myself." the dead-eyed man said coldly, staring down at the younger man.

For a moment or two after that, Killua and Illumi gave each other lethal looks, having a silent argument that was so palpable that Gon finally got up and moved, knowing better than to try and intervene or help his friend with family spats. It turned out the dark haired boy had the right idea, because almost as soon as he'd gotten up, the two went at each other like a pair of hostile dogs.

Killua was swiftly thrown to the ground by his older brother, but since he was no longer twelve, Killua's punch in response did actual damage instead of being ignored. Though he still stood no chance against him, Killua did his best to punch, kick, and bite his brother, managing to roll him over and slam his head into the floor before he retaliated with a punch to the throat. Meanwhile, Gon, Milluki, and the other siblings watched and cheered, either for Illumi or killua, encouraging them or throwing out advice for how to win the fight until Silva and Zeno finally came in and pried the two brothers apart. They ended up having to hold the two apart, because as soon as they were on their feet, Killua kicked his brother in the stomach and was nearly yanked off his feet as a result. "That is enough." Silva snapped, his voice not loud, but still firm enough to clear the wrathful red from Killua's eyes a bit and stop him from initiating another fist fight. "You two are now adults, having squabbles like this is unacceptable." he scolded, the brothers deflating in shame as they were finally released and further chewed out.

Finally, they were returned back to the social setting, and Killua was forced to put on a happy face for the rest of the night. He would've stayed pissed, maybe even attack Illumi a fifth time, but you were there, and he didn't want to worry you with the story. However, through dinner and the onslaught of gifts you and Gon helped him carry out, whenever you weren't looking or he was alone, Zeno and Silva once again would have to stop them from coming to blows before Killua finally left to go to a hotel for the night despite his mother offering his old room.

#yandere killua #yandere illumi #hxh #hunter x hunter #x reader #yandere #ask #implied yandereism

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scenarioslovers · 4 years

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Our Sin >> Jungkook, You (Part 4)

PLEASE READ ME FIRST : PART 1| PART 2 |PART 3

Once upon a time, three friends loved each other very much, people thought they could pass as siblings. They promised to always stay loyal and never hurt each other no matter what. They promised to stay friends and never let anything ruin what they had for each other. Jungkook, Minju, and Y/N.

Two girls and one boy.

They swore that they wouldn’t fight over love because being together the three of them was the perfect calculation to have existed. Y/N fought her demons and hide her feelings for the boy who brightened up her life and gave her hope to keep going and face life. She couldn’t betray her friend’s trust and let such unwanted feelings to ruin everything.

That was until the last year of high school. When Jungkook and Minju came while holding hands.

Y/N tried so hard to deny all the signs. They could never betray her like this. They all swore on their friendship. However, Minju was blushing and wouldn’t meet her friend’s eyes. Jungkook was braver but he was shy to admit the truth. That they were already in love, leaving her alone, and totally ignoring her feelings.

Their hands will not break free.

Jungkook stuttering trying to form words. It was Minju who broke the silence and awkward moment. “Y/N, sorry. we can’t keep that from you for so long... we are dating.”

Y/N smiled faintly, trying so hard to hide the pain and tears from her eyes. Her efforts to keep the promised gone to air but she had to work harder for the friendship to never go away.

She couldn’t lose two of her friends, just because she is foolishly in love with someone who was in love with someone else.

“I knew it.” A forced chuckle skipped her mouth. “I already knew you would do that eventually. Congratulations, my friends.”

“Aren’t you mad?” Jungkook asked. A hint of surprise rose in his voice.

“I am happy for you.” Y/N nodded at her friends. “Our friendship is stronger than this. I know it is.”

At that time, the three friends didn’t know that their trip of sins would start.

They didn’t know that breaking that promise back then when they were just young and wild would bring them all the unfortunate events and bad feelings. Lies and breaking promised were a cycle that the three friends didn’t stop doing.

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Two weeks after Y/N left.

Jungkook couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened.

Minju wouldn’t answer his calls and Y/N left for a new start even though he wondered if you would be able to get it. He couldn’t stop thinking about you ever since you Left. He wished he could turn back time and make different decisions.

Like how he shouldn’t have hide after hearing about your pregnancy. He shouldn’t have asked for time to think about it. He knew that he loved you and he was so ready to have a life with you. However, Minju always appeared in his mind like a haunting ghost. Blaming him for stopping loving her when she was ready to fully love him. He thought he loved Minju too.

God, he loved Minju but when he saw your tears his heart ached as if thousands of knives decided to stab him in the heart at the same time with no mercy.

His heart ached for you and only you.

He was just too stupid to realize how important you were in his life before. He thought Minju was the answer.

When he first asked Minju out, Y/N popped in his mind smiling brightly at his silly jokes. He pushed that memory away, back in the days he thought he felt sorry for you, for breaking that silly promise they made for each other. He didn’t want to hurt his childhood friend because he fell in love with her best friend.

Your reaction at that time surprised him, yet put him at ease. Maybe he shouldn’t have thought about it too much. That’s what friends are for.

Nevertheless, he was wrong.

You indeed were hurt considering that now he knew how you felt about him. He hated himself more than anything.

Looking at the ceiling of his room, his eyes fell on the stars you had helped him in decorating his room with before. A small smile formed on his lips as tears blurring his vision. He couldn’t believe he let himself be a coward and lose you in the thin air like this.

A vibration coming from his phone made him threw his body in a sitting position. He caught himself hoping it was from you. However, disappointment yet fear washed over him when he saw the name in capital letters and a heart beside it. MINJU.

--Let’s talk! I don’t like to leave things unfinished.

He knew what she meant from her text. She was breaking up with him. However, the Minju he knows wouldn’t let be unless she heard it from him.

-Meet you in 20 minutes. Our regular place.

Jungkook texted back

--Tsk, I wish you didn’t reply so fast. See you there.

First thing, first, Jungkook was determined to confess all of his sins, but he wasn’t going to ask for forgiveness. As the person who should hear it could no longer receive it.

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Everyone deserves a chance to start a new life that was meant to change from them. And that was your decision when you left your best friend; who now hate to hear your name and the one whom you truly love.

They say if you have a guy friend you should never ever fall in love with them. Now, you knew why. Simply you didn’t just lose your long time crush, you lost your secret keeper and the one who tried his best to be a good friend.

A part of you didn’t want to take the whole blame, however you decided to be the bad one when you decided to get rid of the baby.

You wanted to erase everything. It pained you so much to look in the mirror and think of the possibility that you could have been a mother.

You wrote the bad things you did for the past year in a white thin paper. Wanting to let them go and you wrote each one of them, thinking of the mess you cause because of it.

You looked at the list one more time:

1- Slept with my best friend’s ex who is my close friend

2- lied to Minju

3- lied to jungkook

4- got pregnant

5- Took advantage of Jungkook in the loneliest moment in his life.

6- truly loved Jungkook knowing he didn’t love me and cared for Minju

7- I killed the baby

Whipping away the tears that started running down your cheeks, you crumbled the paper with your fist and threw it into the sea.

Today, after this moment, you will live only for yourself. You didn’t deserve to be a girlfriend to anyone or even a mom ever again.

You looked at the paper as it sank slowly into the deep blue water and disappeared. As you no longer could see it, you took a deep breath and promised yourself never to cry again or think about your sins ever. You were going to start a life that was only for yourself.

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Three years later

“Teacher! Can you help me?”

One of your students approached you with a notebook as you were looking through the windows to the sea view beside the school. The cute little girl was more than four years old. You couldn’t help but think that your baby would have been as old as she was or a little younger. The girl was wearing a yellow dress that was filled with flowers everywhere. It made her look like an angel with her hair tied up into two ponies on each side. She was smiling at you excitedly as she pushed her notebook toward you. She was only four years old yet she cared so much about her art and classwork.

“Let me see, Hana.” You kneeled beside her as you opened her notebook. Her handwriting was huge and messy. You found them cute. Sometimes you secretly took pictures of your students' handwriting as a memory for you to keep. However, what Hana showed you, wasn’t an art or classwork. You looked at her handwriting in awe as you smiled so widely from ear to ear. She wrote you a letter.

I love you, teacher Y/N. You are the best teacher and I want to be like you when I grow up. You are cool and pretty. You are the best.

“Are you crying, Teacher?” Hana looked concerned as tears started to form in her eyes too.

You whipped the tears with the back of your hands so quickly as you shook your head, and laughed so that Hana stop making that sad face. “I am happy. Very happy, thank you, Hana.”

“You can take the paper. It is yours.” Hana said as she ripped the paper with the letter out of her notebook before running back to her class.

Working with kids, changed you a lot. After you decided to start all over again a new life, you moved to Jeju island and applied to be a kindergarten teacher. Fortunately, you got the job and you have been living a calm life ever since.

You folded the letter and put it in your bag. You had a box filled with love letters from your students. They were all so cute and loved to show love everywhere they go. These small letters like a cheer up treat to your lonely nights. Whenever thoughts and bad memories haunt your dreams, you would wake up to read all of them without getting tired.

When all the kids went home, you decided to go to the market instead of going home right away. You needed to shop for groceries as your fridge started to be empty.

Since Jeju island is so small, people knew each other. And living for three years in this small island made it easier for people to know you. Every shop vendor greeted you happily as the offered to show you their new products and goods. Everyone was kind to you and made you feel welcomed.

“Good afternoon, Y/N.” The fruit shop grandpa greeted you as you approached his shop.

“Grandpa, do you have apples?” You asked as you looked around for it. “I can’t see them.”

“They are inside, I changed their place as they keeping falling around everywhere.” He laughed as he explained how old he was for him to run after a rolling apple.

“You are still young, grandpa.” You complimented him and he cheered in confidence.

“You, young children, know what to say.” He handed you your apples and you paid him before turning around.

At that moment, the world started to tie up around you. Your lungs forgot how to breathe as you caught sight of the thing you wanted to avoid for as long as you were alive. Why are they here? Questions filled your mind and only one answered popped in your head.

RUN.

You turned so fast the other way around. It was so fast that you didn’t notice someone was behind you. You bumped into the fruit shop grandson, who had a crush on you. However, his strong arms held you in place, protecting you for accidents. “Y/N!” He exclaimed happily. He was so loud that blood went cold into your veins. When he noticed the horror in your eyes he looked at you worriedly. “Is something wrong?”

“I have to go. Talk to you later, Dojoon-shi” and started to walk as fast as you could. Dojoon called after you as you fastened your pace and started to run.

Why are they here out of all the places? What are they doing? They seemed like they are still together. Your chest tightened and your vision blurred as your legs wouldn’t stop.

Jungkook and Minju were in Jeju island. Minju was holding into Jungkook’s arm as he was looking at a necklace from the accessory lady.

The burning in your chest wouldn’t stop. When you reached home, you kicked your shoes away and walked straight to your room. Hands in hair, you pulled into it as you couldn’t stop thinking. Finally, after three years you learned how to move on. Did they come here looking for you? Is it coincident? How did they make up?

A part of you was happy that they could manage to stay together. Another part of you was broken over the fact that you had become the one who couldn’t be forgiven.

“Good for them.” You murmured to yourself. “At least now you can live without feeling guilty. You didn’t ruin their relationship at least.”

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“Jungkook, look at this beautiful necklace,” Minju said as she grabbed Jungkook’s arm as she stopped by a lady who was selling jewelry. The necklace charm took a heart shape with a moon and a star inside of it. Jungkook looked at it and couldn’t help but think of Y/N. A moon and a star. Two things that matched well with Y/N’s personality. She was the moon and the star that guided him during his darkest days. He felt her absence when she was gone. Technically she was around him as long as he could ever remember.

“It would look good on, Y/N,” Minju said, reading Jungkook’s expression.

Jungkook’s eyes widened in surprise. Was he thinking out loud?

“It would look good on you too.”

“Eh, stop lying. It also reminded me of her the moment I saw it.” Minju sighed as she looked away from Jungkook. “Did you use to have the same expression while thinking of me?”

Jungkook groaned and Minju laughed. “Minju!”

“You didn’t have to protest like this. I am hurt.”

“Do you think we will find her?” Jungkook’s eyes were full of worry and anxiety.

“Emma said she saw her multiple times while she was on vacation here,” Minju said, shaking her head. “That only means one thing. She moved in her and lied to you.”

“Would she be happy to see me?”

“I—”

“Y/N!!!”

Before Minju could answer, a man shouted a name too familiar and unique to ignore. Minju and Jungkook snapped their head towards the voice. Only to find a man standing in the middle of the street, looking annoyed and sad and no one was in front of him.

Jungkook looked at Minju whose eyes grew in excitement. At least this could be the confirmation they need to know that their search wasn't a waste of time.

Jungkook walked over to the man, he looked around the same age as him. A small burn feeling rose in his chest. “Excuse me, do you know Y/N?”

“Teacher Y/N?” He looked behind him then back at Jungkook. “Yes, and who are you?”

“Her best friend,” Minju answered instead as she reached out for a handshake. “We are looking for Y/N. Can you help us?”

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You couldn’t sleep last night, those dark circles were more visible than ever. Your skin was pale and dehydrated. You reached for a bottle of water as you gulped it down in one sip. You no longer wanted to go out of your house. Jeju Island was so small that there was a huge chance to run into them again. However, you still had a job and a life to live. Until when were you going to keep running away?

With a determined mind, you walked into your bedroom to get ready for a new day. It didn’t matter if you run into them. If that happened you would greet them with a smile, congrats them for being together again, and go on with your life that you choose to live. Or maybe...

Keep avoiding them.

The school you worked in was a few minutes away from your house. You liked to walk there every day as a form of daily exercise. People greeted you as you walked the streets. Elders, children, and young people, everyone was smiling at you, throwing random questions in your direction.

“How is your day, Teacher Y/N?”

“Have a nice day, Y/N”

“You will visit our shop today right?”

After a few seconds, the school gate started to appear. Two figures were standing by the gate. As you walked closer, the figures started to come clearer, colors became more vibrant, and the facial feature was stronger. You stopped in your place as you looked at your old friends. Jungkook was leaning on the wall, he seemed to be in deep thoughts while Minju stood in front of him, talking nonstop. They were standing in front of your school, probably waiting for you. Or why would they be here out of all places?

“Teacher. Y/N, why are you hiding behind a tree?” You looked down at the voice, to find Hana. Her small hands holding the strips of her back bag tightly as she looked at you with curious eyes.

“SHUSH!” You put an index to your mouth as you gestured for her to leave.

“Aren’t you going inside, Teacher Y/N?” She was unnecessarily too loud.

Glancing at Jungkook and Minju’s direction, your breath caught in your chest. They were looking at your direction. You took a deep breath before sighing slowly.

“Hana, darling, go inside or you will miss school.” You said to Hana as Jungkook and Minju walked towards you. “Please, Hana. I will follow you shortly.”

Hana huffed before walking to the school gate. Minju waved to her but Hana ignored her and kept walking to her destination.

“Are all your student brats?” Minju exclaimed as she stopped in front of you, beside her was jungkook who wouldn’t meet your eyes.

“Why are you here?” You asked and it sounded like you were annoyed.

“Someone kept crying every night missing you. It started to annoy me.” Minju sighed as she glanced at Jungkook at thew corner of her eyes. "Plus, that should be our question. What about the UK?"

“Look! I do not know why you are here guys. But I am trying to move on with my life here. Can you please just---?” You sounded harsher than you meant as you gestured for them to leave.

As you started to walk away, a hand reached for your wrist stopping you. You glanced up, to find Jungkook in front of you. Electric waves ran through your arms, reviving all your sensations. That what Jungkook’s touch could always do to you.

“Can we talk?” It was Jungkook’s first words to you. “Please.” The pleading voice and eyes filled with something glittering made you sigh deeply.

“After work. Okay? Wait for me by the cafe around the corner of this street.” You said as you pulled away from his grip. The sensation of his warm hand, still there. Reminding you that this is more real than you thought. “Can you leave now?”

“Let’s go,” Minju said as she locked Jungkook’s arms with hers. You watched as they walked away, bit your lower lip. Why did they come all the way here just to show me how good your relationship became?

This was your chance for a real goodbye. A chance to forgive the sins you all did. A real closure to a friendship that was left hanging on bad terms.

to be continued...

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IT’S BEEN A WHILE! Hope you liked this part.

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trudy-shams · 3 years

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What we become - Part 10

"Can I ask you something and you promise to be honest to me" you had to ask Nat, this question had been burning in your brain ever since you met Pietro.

You were driving back home from your shopping trip. Wanda and Sharon wanted you both to join them for a small get together at Sam's house, but Nat declined.

"I was waiting for you to speak" She didn't even look up from her phone "you didn't really think I missed the way your mood plummeted when you heard Steve and Sharon are getting married soon, did you?" "What, what do you mean? What would I..wha..what do you mean?" Did Nat know about you Steve, god no! "Um that's not what I..I meant to ask of you really love Pietro"

Nat laughed "What kind of question is that? Of course I do. I am getting married to him peanut"

"I mean, last time I met you, you were crying over James, the guy you were in a relationship with since ages, and then you are dating his brother in law. I thought you just wanted to rub it in his face but then all of this" you pointed towards her ring and the shopping bags.

"Wait.you think I am getting married to Pietro as some sort of elaborate revenge scheme? No honey, I love Pietro, I truely.." Nat stopped mid sentence as your car had reached its destination.

"You and I need to have a long chat Peanut" She grabbed your hand and pulled you out.

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You and Nat were sitting in her living room with your own glasses of wine, the bottle halfway gone and you were feeling better than before.

"Now that we have some wine in your empty belly, let's talk. No actually, I will talk and you will listen" Nat put up a finger before you could utter a word

"So, I will start with me and James. Yes, we were dating and he made so many promises which he couldn't keep" Nat took a sip of her wine "Did you know James and Wanda were given a month before they were to get married"

Your eyebrows shot up. Did this mean

"Yeah, this was more of a family alliance then anything else" Nat read your mind " but James willingly agreed to it, he was promised handover of the Barnes empire if he agreed afterall..."

Nat took another sip while you digested this new information. You didn't really know if you felt anger or pity for James.

"...and Wanda is in love with her bodyguard Vision, in case you didn't notice"

Pity then

Nat continued "You know, he never reached out to me. The reason I decided to give you a visit all those years ago was to surprise him, since he had been ghosting me after starting a silly fight. Little did I know, he had a surprise waiting for me" Nat took another sip "He saw me that day, at the airport, while he was with Wanda but he didn't reach out to me. Not even once"

Nat took a deep breath "You know why I am telling you all this?"

"Cz I am your sister and you should have told me ages ago"

Nat shot you a look "Like you told me about Steve"

That had you freezing mid sip "How do you know?"

"Steve came to visit our family home a few days after you left. Mom let him in and he asked me where you were, something that James didn't do"

You scoffed at that " Your bar is set way low Nat if you are comparing men to James. Was Pietro measured the same .."

"Why do you do that?" Nat sat up and put her wine glass down "why are you deflecting this topic. You know why I am happy with Pietro. cz I accepted my past, my feelings. Yes I was in love with James. WAS. I know it's a "was" because I acknowledged my feelings. You are in love with Steve as much as he is in love with you. You can't brush it under the rug."

"There is nothing to acknowledge Nat. There never was" you got up to go to the kitchen and then to bed. This conversation wasn't going anywhere.

"What is wrong with you?" Nat raised her voice and grabbed your arm "Steve loves you. Why are you being so stubborn and selfish"

"Me? Selfish?" You yanked your arm back from her grip "Here I am, trying my best to be happy for my soon to be married sister, while all I can think about is how the guy I am in love with is still engaged to the woman he chose over me 5 year ago. Trying to smile and go shopping while all I really want to do is sit in a corner and cry. I am sorry for trying to be a better sister than you are" If you were in the right state of mind, you would have taken your words back but you were too far gone "All my life, all I wanted was for you to act like a grown up. You never had any career aspirations, mom was struggling but you never, ever did anything to help her, always living your life, enjoying all the attention while your mother and sibling were running themselves to the ground trying to make ends meet. Who is selfish now, eh Nat" You went to your room and slammed the door shut. This was not how you planned your vacation to be.

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There was a knock on your bedroom door and you knew it was Nat.

You were already feeling guilty saying all those things to her. She was getting married soon and truth be told, she wasn't that girl anymore. Nat had taken such good care of your mom and the house. This was the past.

You wiped your face and went to open the door.

"Steve" your breath caught in your throat

"Hey, can I come in"

"Yes, you can," Nat said from behind him. She pushed him in " there you go. Nice talk kids" and she promptly shut the door.

"Nat, open the door" you banged on the door. The doorknob was jammed. "How the hell did you lock it from outside?"

"I had special locks made for all my doors. Now finish talking and i won't let you out till you are done" Nat yelled from outside.

You stood there, facing the door. Refusing to turn around even though you knew it was childish to do so. A few moments passed before Steve cleared his throat.

"Would you please turn around. I haven't seen you in ages"

He was engaged to Sharon and then he was saying things like this and just like that your anger from earlier returned. You turned and poked your finger in his chest.

"Why do you do that. Why the hell do you look at me like that and say those things. You are engaged,Steve, or did you forget like the way you forgot to tell me you were with Sharon the entire time. I waited for you.. An entire fucking year for you to come back to me and tell you that I love you and you...mmppfp"

Steve effectively cut your monologue off with his lips, slamming them into yours for a few seconds before he let you go while keeping hold of your elbows.

"I love you too"

And with that the tears you had been holding onto for so long, flowed freely "Why do you do that"

Steve's expression was one of pure panic "No, no, no baby don't cry. No please, dear god, shhh..." He crushed you to his chest and rubbed your back while you kept hiccuping and crying "You lied to me Steve, for so long. You broke my heart"

"You are my heart baby. I love you so so much, you have no idea how these past 5 years were for me. I missed you. I love you. Sharon means nothing, this world means nothing. I love you, only you, always you" Steve mumbled into your hair.

You lifted your head from his chest "What about Sharon. No more lying. Please tell me the truth"

Steve cupped your face and ran his thumbs under your eyes to wipe your tears "Only the truth now sweetheart" He then gave you 2 quick pecks on your lips and interlocked your finger together.

"I broke up with Sharon the same day our engagement was announced and I came looking for you but I didn't find you anywhere" Steve peered into your eyes, hoping you'll believe him "before I was flying to your family home , Sharon told me something which forced me to stay engaged to her" Steve exhaled loudly before continuing "She was pregnant"

You stepped back from Steve and the tears came back again.

"She what?" "No, no , no..the baby wasn't mine. Please let me just..." Steve tried to get you back into the cage of his arms "I haven't seen you in five years heart"

You kept out of his reach "Let's finish discussing this please"

"Yeah ok" Steve ran a hand through his hair "Sharon fell in love with a guy named Stephan Strange back in fashion school, he was her classmate actually. She wanted to tell her family but they announced our engagement. She asked me to do her a favor and wait for a few days. The guy was supposed to fly down here and she was going to introduce him to everyone and tell them the truth and with a baby on the way, she was sure no one would refuse" Steve then reached for you again and you halfheartedly stepped back before he ensnared you in his arms.

"Thank you" he bumped his nose against yours and his arms moved to form a band around your waist before continuing "A few weeks after you left, I was at home when an angry Mrs. Barnes gave me call asking me to come to the hospital" Steve shook his head at the memory "The guy never showed up and Sharon lost the baby. She thought it would be easier to blame it on me than the real father. She begged me to keep appearances and agree with her schemes and honestly, I had nothing to lose at that time'' Steve raised his hand to run the back of his fingers on your cheek "For all I knew, you were gone forever. Nat told me you guys saw us the other day at the airport. She told me you were never coming back and you didn't love me. Probably didn't even like me enough to mention me to your only sister" Steve then gave you a toothy grin "but you do love me. You just said you love me"

"You are still engaged to Sharon" You didn't want to get your hopes up too high

"I won't be for long. I will tell everyone the truth. I only kept this up because I had no other hope. I knew I would never fall in love again. Atleast, I could help a friend out" Steve was now swaying the both of you back and forth to some imaginary song playing in his head "but you have to promise me one thing, you will never, ever leave me again. Never, you hear me" Steve started leaning in again as the words left his mouth. "Steve, we shouldn't" you tried moving away "you are technically still engaged to another woman" "She is just a friend y/n. Trust me when I say this Sharon and I do not love each other " Steve moved his hand to your neck "I have waited so long to feel these lips again. Have you back in my arms. This feels like a dream"

You believed Steve. Your heart knew he was telling the truth. You realised Nat knew all of this all along and that was why she was pushing you towards Steve. Steve - the man you loved "I am so glad to be back in your arms" You smiled and got on your tippy toes to kiss him on the lips.

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foxofthedesert · 3 years

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So I just finished my 3rd watch thru of Merlin, and yet again am brokenhearted. Not only by Arthur's death and Merlin's grief, but by Morgana's tragic descent into madness. Though I loathed the choice, I always understood why the writers went the direction they did with Morgana. What I did not understand was the way they handled her relationship with Gwen. It just never made any sense to me that Morgana could be so cruel to someone she clearly loved very deeply - even if only in the platonic sense. To me, it seemed like the Morgana that existed at the end of season 2 was replaced by a totally different, inexplicably cruel and insufferably smirky one by the start of season 3.

Still, prophecies need fulfilled and such, and after all it is a fantasy series based on a complicated mythology where Morgana sometimes is portrayed as evil. I just wish it was handled better.

Be that as it may, as a writer I tend to gravitate toward the untold stories within canon. That being the case, Gwen and Morgana's relationship is a natural attraction. I adore their chemistry, which makes them so easy to pair up. Since I am also not necessarily beholden to canon, that means I can imagine whatever the hell I want for them. Such an AU where their potential is realized before Morgause enters the picture to warp Morgana into her father's daughter.

This little piece is part of that. I may or may not add more entries in the future.

As a side note, this was initially supposed to be much shorter, but my fingers wouldn't stop typing words. Silly digits.

Ficlet below the line!

Morgana awoke giggling in an entirely unrefined manner. Her uncharacteristic bubbly mirth, she discovered, was due to a gentle tickling sensation all across her face. Once the wispy haze of sleep was blinked out of her blurry eyes, a familiar shape resolved into an entirely too handsome face wearing such a love-sick expression that her chest reflexively suffused with an affectionate warmth that quickly seeped into her very bones.

“What time is it?” she asked to the person hovering above her, voice still gravelly and slightly slurred from having been roused out of such a deep, blessedly dreamless repose. The pleasant tickling sensation began anew immediately after her half-slurred inquiry, and when she lifted her gaze she was greeted by rich brown eyes she would swear on her life she could live and die in.

“Just after dawn.” The utterly enchanting creature paying her such lovely attention continued to delicately and reverently brush calloused fingertips across the expanse of her jaw. “Sorry I woke you. I meant to let you sleep in a bit longer, I just really couldn’t help myself.”

A pause allowed a full, dusky lip to be pulled rather invitingly between pearly white teeth before her beloved added, “It seems I never can where you are concerned.”

Morgana smiled. A genuine smile, too. Nothing like the false ones she graced her guardian with, full of barely suppressed loathing and rage. Lately she had been consumed by disgust for the man who so many times proclaimed to cherish her, a man who would see her burnt at the stake if he knew who she truly was. Uther Pendragon claimed to be a fair and just king, yet he waged unlawful wars against territories that dared stand up against his brutish rule and relentlessly persecuted innocents whose only crime was to be born different. People like her. People with magic.

Coming to terms with her gifts had cost Morgana both countless nights spent in wakeful torment over horrific visions that plagued her dreams and untold days spent wrestling with throat-clogging anxiety over the possibility of discovery. There were many occasions during that frightening period in which she felt as though tottering precariously over a dark, abyssal chasm at the bottom of which lie only inescapable madness. Every second spent at court was an exhausting exercise in choking down a nauseating terror of the tyrant who held the power of life and death over her and would surely decide upon the latter should he learn the truth about her magic. Meals were a unique form of torture due to the perpetual knot residing in her stomach and every event she would normally revel in was transformed into a dreaded affair during which she could scarcely breathe for the crushing weight resting upon her chest.

Frankly, if it hadn’t been for Guinevere and Merlin she is sure she would have already plummeted headlong into those foreboding depths, right into the waiting arms of a hatred no human heart could withstand without incurring irreparable damage.

If Merlin hadn’t told her the truth about his magic as he lead her to Aglain’s druid camp, the pervasive sense of isolation and desperation worming insidiously through her mind would have inevitably forced her into drastic choices. Even before her magic manifested she had silently nursed treasonous thoughts toward Camelot’s cruel monarch. What might she have done if the walls closed in so tightly on her she felt there was no avenue of escape outside of acting upon those unsavory impulses? It hardly bears thinking about for risk of inviting such evil desires back in to her heart when of all her attributes, it is her heart which makes her most special – or at least that is what Guinevere insists to be the case.

Thankfully, finding a steadfast friend and ally in Merlin had done much to ameliorate the suffocating feeling of helplessness she felt as a member of the court harboring so deadly a secret. With much diligence and patience he was teaching her to control her powers, to harness them for good, and to have faith that better days were ahead for their kind. It was also mostly due to the Merlin’s deceptive wisdom and boundless optimism – and to be fair what reasonable person could resist that impish, dimpled smile? – that she began to view Arthur through a fresh lens.

If she bothered to look deeply, as Merlin insisted, to ignore the chauvinistic bravado and infuriating superiority complex, it was not difficult to recognize Arthur’s innate nobility and compassion that existed despite his monstrous father. And seeing as Merlin was as stubborn as he was convincing, it did not take long for Morgana to accept with a cautiously hopeful heart that with the aid of loyal friends, Arthur had it in him to become to the greatest sovereign Camelot had ever seen, a king who might actually prove himself worthy of the people both common and magical to whom he would be sworn to serve. Of course, she and Arthur still had their mundane squabbles and butted heads frequently over political and legal matters, but in the months since Merlin began her training, Morgana had acquired a new appreciation for the young man who was to her as good as a sibling.

As much as Merlin had done for her, however, it paled in comparison to Gwen’s contributions to her health and happiness.

For as long as Morgana had known Gwen she had held the blacksmith’s daughter in esteem far higher than any Lady should their maidservant. What started out as mutual respect born from shared grief over the loss of a parent soon flowered into genuine friendship. For many years they were the best of friends, each providing for the other a refuge from the storms of life and a confidante more reliable and wise and loyal than could be hired with all of Midas’ gold.

By the time Morgana entered womanhood, her fondness for Gwen had only swelled to become boundless as it was profound. In her eyes, Gwen was the most wonderful person in all the world; none could hope to be her equal in breathtaking beauty, charitable kindness, seemingly endless stores of patience, altogether praiseworthy meekness, a silent strength surpassing steel, or in nearly saintly levels of graciousness. Gwen was the unfailing light to Morgana’s rapidly encroaching darkness, the quickening sun to her deathly pale moon, the Aurora to her Luna. She neither trusted any more deeply as she did Gwen, nor did she desire the company of another so keenly. As a result, they were rarely parted until retiring for bed, and then only by necessity of station. So inextricably attached were they Gwen’s friends often jested that she must have accidentally stitched herself to her lady’s garments at the hip. The noblewomen were not nearly so kind. Some of the more prominent Ladies in the castle questioned the innocence of their arrangement, going so far as to exchange idle speculation which painted them as clandestine devotees of Sappho.

If Morgana could be bothered to care about the rumors, she would have confronted the useless busybodies long ago. But quite frankly, their opinions on her relationship with Gwen mattered for naught seeing as Arthur dismissed them as absurd upon reaching his ears and, beyond even that, Morgana would rather die than provide the snide gossipers ammunition that might serve as tacit confirmation that their unwelcome conjecture was not without merit – which was in fact the case.

All the same, though, she took great pains to prevent them from reaching the ears of the king. Uther already disapproved of their unusual bond and reminded her of such every time she treated Gwen with an ounce of basic human dignity while in his presence. Rather than censure the prejudice as she might have no long ago, Morgana now bore the chastisement with pride. Were it required, she would gladly wear forty stripes upon her skin if that be the price of Gwen’s love. The haughty bigotry of her guardian could never dissuade her from the path her heart had chosen to travel. Gwen was far too precious to ever surrender without a fight, to death if she must.

For what felt like ages, Morgana had believed her feelings would never be reciprocated. And that was perfectly acceptable to her, so long as Gwen remained an integral part of her life. The constant yearning that caused her chest to ache, sometimes almost painfully, was something she could endure so long as Gwen was happy.

That perspective radically transformed the night Gwen’s father died.

The midnight bells sounded in the citadel as Morgana slipped out into the upper town. Her intentions were pure at the time. She had only meant to visit her friend and offer what support she could, no matter the reckless impropriety of her visiting the her maidservant’s home so late at night. Instead, one glimpse of Gwen’s devastation over the pointless tragedy reignited her rage. All too quickly it boiled over, allowing those old, bitter feelings to spill out as impetuous threats of vengeance, and not only on Gwen’s behalf but for all those wronged by the merciless hand of Uther Pendragon. For what felt like hours she railed, heedless of the effect her malicious speech was having on the distraught girl she was supposed to be comforting.

It was only when Gwen – sweet Gwen, kind and thoughtful and selfless to a fault – had been pushed to her limits that Morgana’s perilous vitriol was interrupted.

Casting aside station, Gwen grasped her by the face and made her swear to never utter such dangerous words again.

“My brother has already abandoned me and now both my parents are dead,” Gwen had said, lips quivering and cheeks stained by tears. “I can’t lose you, too. I can’t. I won’t survive it.”

“Of course you would, Gwen. You’re the strongest person I know,” Morgana had replied, grasping reflexively at lean wrists, Gwen’s hands having migrated to the back of Morgana’s neck, thumbs cupped round the front of her ears. It was the first time she had been embraced so intimately, and if it weren’t for her anger she most certainly would have shivered with excitement at the surprisingly welcome contact.

“I’m not,” Gwen had half-sobbed, voice hoarse from hours surrendered to grief. “I’m only standing at all right now because the person I love most in all the world is here with me.”

Morgana hadn’t understood the nature of that declaration at first. Not until Gwen tucked her lip between her teeth, her nostrils flared with what could not be misinterpreted as anything but raw want, and her eyes went impossibly dark. A sharp gasp of realization was all Morgana could manage as a response, so stunned was she that her most secretive and treasured wish was being fulfilled.

But when Gwen nodded, chest heaving with emotion, despair and fear warring with adoration in her eyes, Morgana could no longer contain herself. Suddenly all the pieces of the puzzle fused together, revealing the explanation as to why a simple smile from Gwen was able to chase away the storm clouds gathering above her head, or why Gwen’s chiming laughter kicked up butterflies in her stomach and a captivating warmth in her chest, or why even the most airy of touches from Gwen left a wake of goose-flesh in her skin. It wasn’t just love. It was destiny.

In retrospect, Morgana probably should have been as if not more terrified of crossing that final, socially forbidden line between mistress and servant, friend and lover, than she was of being magical. The thing of it was, the only relevant factors in that moment was Gwen willingly offering of herself more than she probably should and Morgana being selfish enough to accept.

They made love that night beneath Gwen’s threadbare sheets, and it was glorious, just as Morgana had imagined it would be.

All of their sorrows and anxieties and animosities drifted away like dandelion seeds upon a crisp summer breeze. Cliches regarding such unions suddenly made sense. Somewhere along the journey that began by laving the stiffened peak of a pert breast then languidly progressed into nestling her face into the delicate, aromatic flower situated between smooth bronze legs, she lost all sense of self. It was as if with each bruising kiss, playful nibble, and greedy draw with open mouth, she and Gwen were merging into one being. Gwen’s throaty noises and keening pleas reverberated through her every muscle fiber, down even into the very marrow of her bones. Gwen’s intoxicating flavor permeated her senses until it was all she could taste or smell. And Gwen’s gratification became hers as her hand slipped beneath her ridiculously extravagant undergarments to relieve the desperate pressure upon a mound so slick with arousal that the sound of her feverish rubbing was positively obscene.

Mere heartbeats after Gwen went taut with a silent scream, stars exploded behind Morgana’s eyes as the most exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain engulfed her mind and set her nether regions aflame. Spent and unable to control her trembling limbs, she collapsed across Gwen’s heaving chest. Strong arms immediately wrapped around underneath her arms to pull her in tight, and as she buried her nose in the damp curls at Gwen’s neck, all she could do was weep, utterly overcome by an unspeakable joy she understood without needing to ask was fully mutual. They fell asleep like that, Morgana stretched across Gwen, encased in an embrace that felt like a subconscious announcement of a claim upon her, heart and soul and body, something she not only welcomed but reveled in.

Wonderful thoughts about publicly belonging to Gwen lulled Morgana into a peaceful sleep that went markedly undisturbed.

In the pale light of morning she was still so drunken upon pure, heady, all consuming bliss to realize she would be missed if she did make an appearance in the castle. Had Gwen not pointed that out, she would have been more than glad to spend the entire day wrapped around her new lover, discovering every last spot that made Gwen’s toes curl ‘til the girl was too exhausted to move the tiniest muscle.

Alas, the constraints of reality marshaled both of them to action, and so once they had dressed, they sneaked carefully into the castle by auxiliary corridors during the changing of the guard. By only the slimmest of margins, they slipped into her chambers just as the fresh patrol rounded the corner in their direction. Once inside, the thrill of the close call and euphoria over their consummated love invigorated Morgana into a passion she could not ignore. Overcome by a need – more like an almost maddening hunger really – to touch, smell, and taste every delicious inch of the skin she had feasted upon last night, she unceremoniously dragged a breathless, ruddy cheeked Gwen straight over to her bed.

After that thorough christening, they lingered together in a tangle of limbs, both sated and happy. At least until the sound of Camelot’s awakening resounded through the chambers from the courtyard below and with it the first doubts crept in. Morgana could recall the subsequent conversation as though it had just happened.

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“I should see to my duties directly,” Gwen had said, immediately rustling to exit the bed upon hearing Arthur’s booming voice rattle down the hallway, clearly a response to the latest in an endless string of mistakes by his loyal yet tragically clumsy manservant.

Morgana hadn’t wanted to turn loose quite yet, so she tightened hold around Gwen’s waist, halting the undesired escape.

“They can wait,” she replied between leisurely kisses trailed up a shapely arm. “The laundry isn’t going anywhere, nor is the evening gown that needs mending. Stay with me a while longer.” She paused to nuzzle into Gwen’s shoulder. “Stay with me forever.”

Rather than struggle, Gwen melted the embrace. “You know that is all I wish for. I love you, Morgana. More than anything. But…”

“But what?”

“What if someone catches us?”

Morgana scoffed, having missed the long term nature of the question in addition to the concern pouring off of Gwen in waves she should not have missed. It was not her finest moment. She hadn’t meant to be insensitive, though. The idea had just seemed so preposterous at the time because she had thought Gwen was only speaking about the present.

“Who would be so bold as to enter my chambers without permission?” she had said. “Not even Uther at his most disrespectful would dare venture such a trespass. We are entirely safe here. No need to worry your pretty head.”

Gwen shifted in Morgana’s arms then so that they were face to face. “I do, though. Worry that is. And I have to ask: why aren’t you?”

“Why should I be? For that matter why should you be?” Morgana replied. And then she met Gwen’s eyes. Large, and impossibly dark, and unmistakably upset.

All of the sudden it was impossible for Morgana to ignore how frightened Gwen really was. In response, her stomach twisted almost painfully and her heart fell as the happy bubble she had been floating in abruptly burst.

What in all the world, she wondered in a moment of regrettable obliviousness, had Gwen afraid of them being caught? Her brow furrowed as deeply as it ever had as she mulled around potential causes.

Certainly they were going to have to be careful in the future to avoid exposure, she reckoned, but Gwen was as fully cognizant that there were more perilous secrets both were currently keeping. Morgana’s ability to pull the wool over Uther’s eyes was well established, and no one else besides the two of them had unfettered access to her chambers. Besides all that, Morgana knew every nook and cranny of the citadel and was able to slip out and into the upper town undetected at will, of which Gwen was also very well aware. So there had to be more to it. But what?

Only one other possibility occurred to her, and it was the one she least wanted to entertain. And yet...

“Unless you regret what has transpired between us?” she asked at length, unable to disguise her own fear, which manifested through a faint trembling in her voice. “No!” Shaking her head fervently, Gwen grasped Morgana’s face much as she did the night before. “Not even for a second. I’ve lost so much, and I have much to regret, but not this. This is the best thing to ever happen to me. I just…”

Again Gwen trailed off, her hands retreating to clasp together against her mouth. And although Morgana’s anxiety had quieted with Gwen’s reassurance, there was clearly something still bothering her.

“Just what?” Morgana prompted, then reached out to stroke Gwen’s hair. “I hate seeing you so twisted up. Tell me. Please.”

A single, contrite nibble of a kiss-stung lip later, Gwen averted her eyes and gave her answer, “Don’t you wonder, even just for a second in the back of your mind, if what we did was wrong?”

Morgana very nearly sighed in relief. This was a problem she could easily remedy, as it was a one she had wrestled with for years only for Merlin’s simple yet profound worldview to unexpectedly resolve.

During the incident where Gwen was accused of using sorcery to heal her father, he had stumbled upon Morgana beside herself after a visit to Gwen’s cell. In her anxiety and grief she had confessed to having feelings for her handmaiden that although unseemly nonetheless had taken hold of her. Where she had expected disgust, she was instead given only understanding and compassion. In that endearingly provincial way of his, Merlin ensured her that love – if true and pure and unselfish, which he insisted hers for Gwen surely was – could never be wrong.

Morgana had felt something turn loose inside her at Merlin’s easy acceptance, as if her heart had been tied into a knot being slowly and perpetually tightened. Breathing became a relief once again. And as she learned to accept herself the way Merlin did, she began to hope that perhaps one day in the future a door would open for her to act upon her feelings without destroying what she and Gwen already shared. She could not have anticipated Tom’s death being the impetus for her to do so. Yet as awful as his tragic death was, it birthed something so infinitely precious that Morgana would never cease being grateful. And if only for the memory of that kind, thoughtful, patient man, she would never stop fighting for the love she shared with her beloved Guinevere.

“Gwen,” she had said, unsuccessfully vying for her conflicted love’s attention. Twice more she called Gwen’s name, and after receiving no response pushed up slightly on her elbow. “Look at me, Guinevere.” When large, uncertain eyes, brimming with tears, met hers, she leaned over so that she could press her forehead against Gwen’s. “We have done nothing wrong. Do you hear me? If you trust me, if you love me as you assert to, believe me when I say this. Something so wonderful and beautiful and perfect could never be anything less than rightly divine.”

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That phrase that swiftly became Morgana’s favorite answer to Gwen’s occasional concerns. The world at large, and most definitely those housed within the vaunted halls of Camelot’s citadel, would most certainly view their relationship as wicked and immoral and perverse. If that was indeed the case, Morgana did not believe she ever wanted to be either innocent or righteous. Their love was wonderful, and beautiful, and perfectly divine; an immutable fact which Morgana was determined to never allow either of them to forget.

No doubt lurked within Gwen’s eyes this morning, however, only unadulterated affection. And that made Morgana exceedingly joyful indeed.

“I understand what you mean,” Morgana at last said after escaping that precious memory. She sighed contentedly and shuttered her eyelids as yet another reverent brush of fingers smoothed along the crest of her chin. And while the diligent attention felt incredible, she grew increasingly curious why Gwen’s focus appeared to have narrowly fixated on that one specific region of her face.

“What’s the matter?” Gwen said after a bit of easy silence.

“What makes you think something’s the matter?” Morgana replied, still basking in the glow of Gwen’s magical touch.

“You have that telltale crease between your brow which means something is bothering you.”

This time Morgana opened her eyes. “I’m not bothered, merely at a loss as to why you suddenly find my chin so hypnotizing.”

Gwen sucked at her lip momentarily as if weighing whether to answer before a crooked smile bloomed across her handsome features.

“Well, not just your chin, but if you must know it’s all these little hairs…” And then she stroked Morgana’s chin again, this time allowing her fingers to feather over said hairs all the way down her jawline.

“Are you saying my face is hairy, Gwen?” Morgana asked, frowning as a thread of hurt pulled taut.

As should be obvious, she didn’t appreciate it pointed out that her alabaster skin failed to conceal what otherwise would have been a nearly invisible coat of fine hairs that covered all humans male and female alike. Arthur teased her about it relentlessly when she was a blossoming teenager, and even now some of the noble ladies who envied her would snidely comment upon how it clearly indicated that she was a witch destined for a life of barren unhappiness.

Up til now, Gwen had made no mention of that peculiar feature and Morgana would be lying if she claimed she wasn’t wounded that it would be brought up only now that they were in an intimate situation.

“No!” Gwen’s eyes went wide as the full moon. “No, not at all! I mean...well, yes, it sort of is.” A huffed breath of remorse followed Morgana’s gasp of offense. “Not that it’s a bad thing! I swear I meant no insult. I have some too, after all. It’s just less visible because of my skin tone probably. And don’t worry! It’s nothing like Lady Johanna’s fledgling beard. Not even close. On the contrary, they’re so tiny and delicate and wispy and soft, and I really am utterly obsessed with them because they are part of you and you are perfect, so they are also perfect by extension, and I just can’t get over how adorable they are, and I am currently babbling like a lunatic with zero manners. I am so sorry, milady.”

At the end of that adorable ramble, Gwen’s shoulders hunched in as her cheeks darkened and she yet again sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. Any insult Morgana felt evaporated as quickly as it formed. How could she be upset with such an enchanting creature?

Reaching across Gwen’s waist, she pulled her abashed lover down until they were flush, skin to skin from shoulders to hips.

“Oh, Gwen, there is nothing to be sorry for,” she said, legs instinctively parting as Gwen’s familiar weight settled against her. “My reaction is habit, I’m afraid, due to Arthur’s derisive mocking. It’s actually quite nice to hear a compliment for a change.”

“Are you sure you’re not cross with me? I’d understand if you were…”

No one with a functioning soul could be cross with those doe eyes staring at them, Morgana decided. She danced her fingers with lighthearted mirth across Gwen’s cheeks and over the ridge of her nose.

“Nonsense, sweetling. It’s no different than me admiring your freckles.”

Gwen’s features relaxed into a flattered smile. “You like my freckles?”

“Like them? I love them! How could I not? It’s like you said, they are a part of you, and you are perfect, therefore they are perfect by extension.”

In response, Gwen gave her an appreciative little smile before arresting her hand to place a kiss upon the inside of her wrist.

“So you won’t mind to be awakened like that again should I fail to curb my weird fascination?”

“Only if you won’t should I wake you by mapping the stars written across your cheeks,” Morgana said, then returned Gwen’s tactile affection with some of her own by again acting out her words with her own fingers. She was pleased when Gwen leaned in to the touch.

“I promise I won’t. I think I’d quite fancy that, actually.”

“Then I promise, too. And if you’re a good girl today, perhaps I will indulge your fancy tomorrow morning.”

“Well, then, I’d better get to work, hadn’t I?”

Eyes flashing with eager anticipation, Gwen threw the covers aside and made to get out of bed – a development Morgana was not prepared to authorize. Not only was she of a mind to lounge abed and cuddle away another hour or two, all of Camelot was blanketed in snow and she was loathe to be deprived of Gwen’s heavenly body...heat.

“Now, now,” Morgana tugged at Gwen, almost desperate with a need to curl right back into Gwen’s warmth and never move again while hoping she sounded at least somewhat the dignified noblewoman she was supposed to be. “Don’t be so hasty. Have you forgotten yourself and your duties to your lady? I haven’t yet had my good morning kiss.”

Gwen tumbled back into bed giggling merrily. “For shame! I have failed my lady most unforgivably. I shall rectify the trespass immediately.”

“See that you do, Guinevere, and promptly,” Morgana said, her eyes twinkling as her own merriment curved her lips into a smile. “As you know, your lady does not appreciate being made to wait.”

After a deliberately silly half-curtsy, Gwen draped herself across Morgana’s body, and once settled whispered her reply against Morgana’s already tingling lips.

“My lady’s wish is my command.”

The brief peck that followed was not enough for Morgana. Fingers winding into dark curls, she pulled Gwen into a much more passionate kiss, which lead to another, and another, until the embrace quickly evolved into tangling tongues and undulating hips. Soon enough, Gwen’s head was disappearing beneath the sheets and Morgana was having to recall how to breathe due to the magnificently excruciating pleasure coursing through her loins.

And that was how she came to be late for her first appointment of the morning, where she was relentlessly lectured about the importance of punctuality over manchet, eggs, sausage, and apples sprinkled with cinnamon. It was worth it, though. Her giddy grin throughout breakfast only made Arthur more bewildered and Uther more angry.

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What is your favorite relationship(s) in the show (romantically or platonically, doesn’t matter!)

Anon you will regret opening pandora’s box. Or not. In any case, this post is going to be very long because I’m full of love. Also, anything marked romantic does not need to be romantic for me to lose my shit over them. In no particular order, either. Just in the order I thought of them.

1. The Black-eyed trio

Characters: Otto, Sparx, and Gibson.

Type: Platonic, Romantic,

Explanation: These three are grouped together by virtue of not being obscenely powerful and serving more practical uses on the team. Also, their eyes are all the same color. Besides the poetic connections of the colors of their design, they were alone in the robot together while the other three monkeys were out training.

Sparx and Gibson’s interactions give me life, going from playful jabs to genuine fighting right back to ride-or-die is amazing. The beginning of Night Of Fear, the battles in Brothers In Arms, and a bunch of small moments throughout the series are wonderful for this.

I could write an essay about Otto and Gibson, and someone else already has, but I’ll summarize it as ADHD autism solidarity with a side of Shut The Fuck Up Gibson. They care about each other and learn to respect each other in a way that’s better for both of them. I know a real-life Gibson to my Otto and learning that she’s just pretentious and doesn’t really hate anyone, and figuring out that we’re both equally brilliant and incredibly similar has made life a million times better.

Otto and Sparx don’t have as much development as Gibson with both of them, but their jokes together and general trust is amazing. Sparx is the dumb monkey and Otto supports him in his himbo endeavors.

These three together make an unstoppable technical team, and the only reason they probably couldn’t be a superhero team on their own is because of the raw power and fun dynamics brought by the other half of the team.

Romantically, these three would make the DUMBEST polycule ever. There is no true mediator here. It’s three dumbasses figuring out how they could possibly share a twin-sized bed when they have the ability to just make a bigger bed. Gibson calculates the most efficient 3 monkey makeout and none of them follow the statistics. They all give Chiro equally useless and conflicting advice on homework. Trying to give them a mediator in the polycule just makes me go back to shipping polymonkeys because I literally can’t decide if Antauri or Nova go better with them.

2. Quiet trust and encouragement

Characters: Otto, Antauri

Type: Platonic, Romantic

Explanation: When Otto is being dismissed by the other monkeys, or by the show itself, Antauri is usually the first to say “that’s bullshit, Otto is wonderful”. Circus Of Ooze is a notable example, but there are little moments in other seasons as well.

I just love the idea of the historically MOST SERIOUS and strongest monkey, sometimes even elevated to god-like status by some fanworks... paired with the monkey that has been infantilized and disrespected to no end. I personally like making Antauri have to lean on Otto, just to subvert that even further.

Beyond spite, I ship this simply because I like their dynamic. Antauri needs someone to ground him with more tactile physical things, and Otto needs someone to share his more nebulous thoughts I can’t imagine the others listening to. I love them.

Also, I want Antauri to unlock his true dumbass potential. He has the abilities, but not the will. Be silly with Otto. I want to hear him snort-laugh.

I literally forgot all the silver monkey stuff but I got three fics about that you know I go nuts over mechanic x robot shit.

3. The monkeys and their human son.

Characters: Chiro, Antauri, Nova, Sparx, Gibson, Otto

Type: Familial

Explanation: This family gives me joy. They were forced together through astronomical means and they made the best of it.

Everyone living in the robot is absolutely fucked up. They help each other in the darkest of times. They lift each other up when it’s light. They are a perfect team and nobody can be missing without it feeling wrong. But they can add people!

“Girl Trouble” as a concept is AMAZING to me but my secondhand embarrassment is so strong that I hate the episode. But never once is any of the monkeys resentful of Chiro. Not even Mandarin is like “wow I wish he didn’t take my place” no he’s also struck with the urge to nurture this kid to his fullest potential. Whether you see the team as a bunch of older siblings or 4 dads and a mom doesn’t really matter, they’re a family.

I mean, this also has a sprinkling of shipping all the monkeys in a really domestic way because I like seeing my optimal future in characters I like, but like literally all of these, it doesn’t need to be romantic for me to go nuts. I just think it would be fun to throw just a big monkey wedding or whatever. And funnier for Antauri to go “Chiro I’m having a baby. The baby is you” and holding up adoption papers because on the principle of Toby “Radiation” Fox I love that joke, especially when made much less weird than the original context.

I have a set of characters who is just 5 people in a polycule raising kids and living life because I really love this concept as a family.

4. Evil Coworkers

Characters: Mandarin, Sakko

Type: Romantic, Platonic,

Explanation: Why the hell are these two, in particular, working together? SK could’ve put Mandarin with literally anybody else and he chose what on the surface appears to be the LEAST compatible person on the account that they’re both monkeys. Some bitter asshole who now looks like the epitome of toxic masculinity and this tiny pink pet who used his femininity both as an advantage and a style. They’re different but it ends up working really well for both of them because they’re different in ways that cover each other’s bases. It’s wonderful. Pink and Orange go well together. Green and Purple go well together. Mandarin and Sakko go well together. Also, they clearly trust each other. During almost the entirety of “Hidden Fortress” Sakko was presumably just chilling inside of Mandarin’s armor. Mandarin trusted him enough to have Sakko in a place where he’s able to mess with his cybernetics, and Sakko trusted Mandarin enough to go into the battlefield with him and probably get tossed around.

If they were both human and in a more modern media, then they would definitely be shipped in the straightest way you can get without actually being straight. The Straightest Gay Ship.

5. A Witch and her Accidental Evil Coworker

Characters: Skelemandarin, Valeena.

Type: Platonic, Romantic,

Explanation: These two have been through some shit. Skelemandy was made to serve Skeleton King only to have that purpose yanked away from him. Valeena was groomed to idolize and serve Skeleton King for nearly her entire life. They were forced together by SHEER CHANCE and they both hated it. Arguably they both died at some point.

They both have absolutely NOBODY they can trust so let’s make them trust each other. All hilarity and sweetness comes from that.

Their dynamic is so good that I have them on a blog for a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FANDOM and people love them with no context.

This is the only cross-species ship I have (besides chinmay and the antauri ships but that doesn’t count), but the fact that Skelemandy isn’t actually a monkey and needs no cybernetic assistance to be human-level sentient makes it a lot less weird. Just put them on equal ground power-wise (like by nerfing Valeena’s magic) and you have the ingredients for bonding.

They have like, no cute moments in canon, but that’s why we have fics and art. They have potential. I want them to help each other figure out who they are without their purpose. I want them to survive this horrible life together. I want them to figure out how to trust again. I want a lot but Valeena is fucking dead.

But she doesn’t have to be.

(Also Valeena is REALLY HOT and Skelemandarin is just me as a monkey)

6. Gay Dads

Characters: The Alchemist, Captain Shuggazoom

Type: Romantic, Platonic

Explanation: Oh my stars. Oh null. Oh me oh my hhougfhfakjghf. These two have the angst of Mantauri but on crack.

They only appeared in about two episodes each and all three episodes are top tier. They call each other “Friend” multiple times in their shared episode. THEY’RE FRIENDS!!!!!!!!! The face Al makes when he realizes that Cap is visiting makes me really happy. The fact that Cap had this whole Batman Double Life thing and he shows the Alchemist BOTH OF THEM is amazing. The alchemist is a hermit living in the woods and he lets Cap into that life.

There isn’t a lot shown, much less than everything else here. But that makes every single fanfic so much richer since they’re almost completely based on headcanons. Friends who have a mutual crush on each other but are No Homo about it? Secret boyfriends? Husbands with 6 monkey kids? An Old man and a grumpy Skeleton making it work? Literally just platonic friends? Dude, you can do whatever you want.

The tragedy of these two losing each other to one big horrible event crushes me. It influences my every move in my creative work. I have an entire character dedicated to reuniting these two in the most astronomical and ridiculous way possible because the alchemist angered the gods but she thinks he needs some company in his eternal punishment.

I want Clayton to unlock Al’s less serious, more fun side. I want them to work together. I want them to hold hands. GHGHGHDFBG UTTHTYE CNAZSNT EBCV ASUA ER

7. The girl power duo

Characters: Nova, Jinmay

Type: Familial

Explanation: These two were my only comfort during the uncomfortable nightmare that is “The Hills Have Five”

Nova was the one who trained Jinmay, and it seems like they hang out a lot offscreen in season 4. They fulfill the early 2000′s cartoon archetypes of girl and Girl, so they’re supposed to get along. If they didn’t I probably wouldn’t like Jinmay.

Nova is a really good big sister/parental figure to Jinmay, who never had any family to speak of.

Anyway, this entry has to be shorter because most of their bonding is in “The Hills Have Five” which is either #1 or #2 in my least favorite episode list. Not because it’s bad, but because it makes me viscerally uncomfortable. I really wish literally any other character than Jinmay was in her role in that episode. Or that the “taken to an offscreen area by an adult man while she screams” just wasn’t there. SHE’S 13!!! Nova did literally all she could to help.

I really like that scene in questionable where Valeena kills almost the entire gang. It’s what they deserve.

Look I just really like Jinmay and I always have. She deserves a good Mom.

8. "My Second In Command”

Characters: Antauri, Mandarin

Type: Theoretical

Explanation: The fandom has really made this ship go from “literally nothing to stand on” to “integral plot point in a lot of fics”. Seriously. I have TWO screenshots that vaguely imply these two ever stood next to each other on the battlefield. This was entirely title-based and fan-made until ProjectAfectivity interviewed Ciro. Yeah he knows Antauri but only as well as the rest of the team. Anyway. Wow. This ship.

This is by far the worst breakup in history. These two, despite what Antauri says, were on equal ground at some point. According to Ciro (and fan speculation), they trained together. This (and other Mandy ship) changes wildly depending on if you think Mandarin was corrupted by the portal or not. Maybe Mandarin was once a kind leader who just crossed the wrong boundaries and paid for it. He could’ve held Antauri gently before battle. He could’ve been the monkey Antauri went to when he needed someone to talk to. He could’ve hyped the team up like Chiro does.

Or maybe, they were constantly fighting against each other in small ways. An incredibly unhealthy relationship, yes, but an interesting story. I like stories where Antauri isn’t this all-knowing pillar of stability. He’s got weaknesses. One of them may have been Mandarin.

Now that’s a good nickname from one to the other.

Imagine Antauri, in a moment of complete trust, declaring Mandarin his weakness. A sweet sentiment. They both know the other is incredibly strong, and trust that the other would never take advantage of that connection. They love each other. Until...

9. "My Closest Ally”

Characters: Otto, Mandarin

Type: Theoretical

Explanation: Okay I'm looking at the screenshot I put for this entry while also having watched Evil Ages recently. My brain is making uncomfortable connections. Combine that with the fandom and the show’s general treatment of Otto and I’m about to slam my head into a wall. I really do not like that, but I feel like there’s somebody out there who does.

Anyway, this is Gibotto and Ottauri but with all the spice that shipping Mandarin with one of the other monkeys brings. When done well, it’s all the respecting Otto that comes with Ottauri and all the intimate partnership of Gibotto. And the Angst of Mantauri, but a lot more grounded.

It paints a lot of stories. A story of a single point of comfort in a world Mandarin thinks is out to get him. A story of powerful validation from the one authority in Otto’s life. Of letting your guard down. Of trust, then breaking that trust.

I’d LOVE to see some things with Mandottotauri because that’s epic and cool and poggers. Don’t see a lot, though.

10.The Hets, I guess.

Characters: Jinmay, Chiro.

Type: Romantic. Platonic. Canon.

Explanation: Look two entries on this list are polyamorous and four of them are mandarin so I have to say SOMETHING for the heteroes following me. Picked this ship over Spova because when I was a young child still suffering from comphet, I never watched the last episode of the show. I only saw up to season 3 at the most. This was the only canon ship for me. And out of all the ships, it’s the most relatable. I’m currently a teenager with black hair who looks really good in eyeliner dating a girl with pink hair who can pick me up and is unbelievably sweet. Except we’re gay and polyam. Wait a second I totally had a crush on Jinmay as a kid and now my gf is the Jinmay in this situation. Oh my god I was going to make this comparison if I did Spova too and I liked Nova.

ANYWAY

These are two LONELY kids. Chiro had bullies during school, and now he doesn’t even go to school. Jinmay hasn’t really had friends at all. Two kids with places in their universe that they aren’t too sure about, and just need someone to lean on. Their date was cute. They instantly bonded over their love of monkeys and I love that.

The super robot is sometimes an analog for Chiro, in the first two season at least, and the way the super robot held Jinmay’s hands to keep her steady on the COB while her head flew in was SO SWEET. Chiro’s instant recognition and reaction to Jinmay’s head being thrown at the team, as well. He really loves her.

I think it’d be interesting if she didn’t love him back, though. I might take a stab at writing that.

#srmthfg #super robot monkey team hyperforce go #srmthg #chinmay #Mandotto #Mantauri #Mandareena #Manokko #Captain Alchemist #Ottauri #Polymonkeys #Gibottarx #Anonymous

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umbrellasource · 4 years

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my thoughts on season 2

or rather, a list of things i didn’t like about it and a few things i did. spoiler warning, of course :~)

hello friends, thank you for joining me on my journey to convince the world to hate season 2 - I’M KIDDING LOL i liked season 2, but there are quite a few things i wasn’t that happy with and i’m going to cry about them like a baby now.

1. my second biggest disappoint with this season... NO HAZEL!!! i’m devastated!!!! i absolutely love hazel’s character and the depth cameron britton brought to the role.. i can’t believe they killed him so quickly :( maybe cameron had other work commitments but man i’m so sad. i seriously felt the lack of his presence this season and it was a dynamic that was sorely missed imo. the swedes could never.

2. the plot moved slower than i’d like. season 1 was very well paced, it felt non-stop, and like they were always working towards a goal, moving somewhere. some parts of season 2 felt slow or like things had come to a standstill and we were just watching them live rather than seeing them work towards something. which is fine if that’s what you’re into, but for me i think TUA works best when it’s GOGOGO like in season 1, and when it wasn’t, we had really intimate character moments, which i felt season 2 lacked.

3. the music didn’t hit as hard :( when i think of season 1 i can immediatley name a multitude of iconic scenes with the soundtrack - five murdering everyone in the doughnut shop, the bowling alley fight, i think we’re alone now OF COURSE, the slowmo montage to all die young, hazel and chacha burning the prosthetics building, gerard’s cover of happy together, five walking through the apocalypse to noel gallagher, run boy run, etcetcetc. those all just came off the top of my head. when thinking about season 2 i can only name two scenes off the top of my head (frank sinatra and backstreet boys). which is pretty sad.

4. the characterisation felt weaker overall. it didn’t feel as complex or deep whereas i felt season 1 really delved into each character and explored them a lot more. they all felt slightly watered down, especially luther, oh my god!! they turned him into a characeture whose only purpose is to eat a lot of food and pull silly faces. that was really disappointing. i’d hoped we’d get some scenes with him where he’d discuss all the pressure put on him by their dad, the guilt he feels for screwing up, insecurity etc. the scene with him and five in the club only scratched the surface. plus, allison only mentioned her daughter two times? it was really bizarre to me, it literally seemed like she’d forgotten about her. and speaking of forgetting family members...

5. why does nobody give a shit about ben. i’m fuMING. they all saw ben in the season 1 finale and then they didn’t even care to mention him other than five asking if ben was there once, only once the family were all back together mind you, and when klaus said no, none of them even questioned it. despite the fact that klaus very clearly is talking/bickering with a spirit in front of them several times. none of the are like ‘uuhh klaus are you talking to ben or like...’ and that is really goddamn sad. ben deserved so much better.

6. ben’s arc in general! this is my biggest disappointment with this season. personally i’d really hoped they’d go the route that klaus would learn to control his powers and manifest ben in the real world for limited periods of time, like when ben punched him in the face or when ben pulled klaus and diego out from under the falling roof of the academy. and then eventually, when the show ended, ben could ~move on~ and go to the afterlife after being able to spend time with his family. but nooo. he’s back to being invisible, uncared about, forgotten and miserable. i like that they let him possess klaus for a bit and experience the world again, that was nice. though when it turned out klaus had already slept with his crush and she called him d*ddy i did my bigget sigh ever. and he’s just gone now. he doesn’t even get to go to heaven. he’s just. nothing. and vanya is the only one who even acknowledged it (other than klaus obviously). i swear to god, if season 3 doesn’t do a scene where klaus ~dies~ for a bit and goes to the afterlife again and sees ben there, i will RIOT.

7. didn’t much like klaus’ storyline this season either. the cult thing was a bit weird and wasn’t done in the way i’d expected them to do it at all. i thought klaus would be a lot more sombre and serious this season too without the drugs to distract him, but he still acted high and Quirky the whole time, which is a shame, i’d love to have seen some more depth added to his character. plus, i thought he took the drugs because the ghosts were always bothering him.. we literally didn’t see any other than ben. also the stuff with dave was... Not Good. the kid they cast as dave had zero chemistry with klaus/robert, and he looked super young so it was.. kind of weird to see klaus be all like I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU. and i don’t think it even went anywhere. it just seemed pointless to me.

8. i felt like the fallout from the previous season was really glossed over. like vanya just forgot everything and everyone else is kinda like *shrugs* ah well. idk man i feel like there would’ve been a much bigger emotional cost and internal turmoil than there was.

9. i hated the ending. sorry. it felt really ~generic superhero story~, as did the siblings vs commission thing in the last episode, which TUA isn’t supposed to be. and emo ‘ben’ made me cringe gfhjskkdfj. plus the oopsy we did a timeline fucky thing is getting a lil old now but whatever. plus the sparrow academy means a bunch of new characters which means screentime will get even more split from the main siblings, which i don’t want.

so yeah.. i have some gripes with season 2. that said....

i did like some things!! i loved vanya having a female love interest, hell yeah. i loved five meeting old five, their dynamic was really fun and the dude who played old five was great, i feel like he really delivered his lines the same way aidan does. lila was cool too, i really liked the actress, she did great. seeing the siblings get closer was really nice too.

overall, i’d give the season a 6.5/10, so yeah, i did still enjoy it!!! i just don’t think it was as good as season 1, by quite a long way, and i have some things i didn’t like. feel free to disagree with me tho, i’m just a big dumb idiot. and thanks for reading :~)

#tua spoilers #pls don't attack me i'm just a dumb binch

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silvanils · 3 years

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can’t stay mad at you

I seem to have misplaced the ask(s) but this short fic came about when I combined a few prompts @curiousartemis sent me!

2 intimacy prompts + 1 cliche trope prompt

20. a hand written note

29. kisses when they’re mad

46. Argument leading to kissing/sex (Since they're always so fluffy, how about a little squabble?)

This short fic takes place after “Diplomatic Immunity” aka the quest that sends the Dragonborn to the Thalmor Embassy to steal stuff from them during a party. Aril and both of his siblings end up spending some time with the Blades while hiding from the Thalmor, while waiting for things to settle down a little bit.

If you prefer to read fic on Ao3, you can find it here!

Farkas,

I’m sorry it took so long for me to write you. If it were up to me, I would’ve done it right away, but (struck out) our new friend has been worried that we could still be discovered, which would be very, very bad. Obviously.

I just want you to know I’m alright, but… I miss you a lot. It’s cold and drafty here, at (big smudge) THIS Haven, where we are currently hiding. I know I’d be much warmer and happier if you were with me. I hope I can return to you soon — in the meantime, please, stay where you are. It’s much safer for you in Whiterun.

Miss you so, so much,

Aril

Barely a week after Aril managed to get a bird out, carrying that letter, he was surprised to hear a loud clatter coming from just outside Sky Haven Temple as someone frantically pounded the doors with armored fists.

“Let me in, damn it! I know this is the right place!”

Esbern and Delphine were both startled, sharing a glance as they started to reach for their weapons, but Aril jumped to his feet quickly and rushed to stand between them and the door.

“Wait! I know who this is! He’s… definitely not an enemy!”

“No one’s supposed to be able to get here,” Delphine said, glaring at the door for a moment before her cold gaze fell on Aril again. She studied him for a moment, then sighed and returned her half-drawn blade to its sheath. “Make sure he wasn’t followed — and make sure he knows he can’t leave until we clear him.”

“Yes, of course,” Aril hastily said, stumbling a little as he hurried to the door. As he started to unbar it, he felt Farkas slam against it again. He sighed, frustrated. “Give me a moment, won’t you? This is heavy, and... I’d rather not get crushed!”

When he finally got the door open, Aril only gave the cavern corridor outside a quick glance before his attention was completely captured by Farkas, who looked slightly singed. He’d probably set off most of the traps along the way.

Aril huffed, grabbing him by the arm to escort him into the temple. Esbern glowered at them both sternly as he took Aril’s place at the entrance. He’d probably double or triple check their surroundings before locking everything up again — but his paranoia wasn’t unfounded, so Aril left him to it.

He led Farkas down a hall, toward one of the unused side-rooms where the recruits used to sleep, back when the Blades had recruits. “Hold up, Aril,” Farkas said, his voice a little pained. “My leg’s — ”

“Hurt? Yes, I know,” Aril said, anger making his words clipped and venomous. “You really are stupid. I told you not to come! It’s dangerous! You’re lucky it wasn’t worse…!”

Farkas stopped walking abruptly, making Aril stumble. The only thing that kept him from falling was Farkas clasping his hand tight against his arm, his palm strong and warm. Aril shot an unamused glance over his shoulder, but his anger dissolved when he saw the look on his lover’s face. Those words had cut deeper than he’d intended, but the thought of what could have happened cut him deep, too.

Aril swallowed, suddenly struggling to fight back tears. “You could’ve died!”

His shout rang out in the narrow corridor. Farkas winced, pressing his hand against Aril’s a little harder. “I’ve been so worried,” he said, his voice barely a whisper, slightly cracked. “Ever since you didn’t come back, that night. You… didn’t even say goodbye.”

“Oh, Farkas…” Aril said, unable to hold back any more. The tears started streaming down his cheeks. There was no stopping them. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t — there wasn’t any time.”

He could tell Farkas wanted to pull him into a big, comforting hug… but he pulled his hand away before that could happen and pushed open a door to one of the old, barren bedrooms. He gestured for Farkas to enter, wiping at his face with his sleeve. “In there. I’ll… check on your wounds.”

“Right,” Farkas said, ducking through and taking a seat on the side of one of the beds. It didn’t take Aril long to prep some astringent and ointment, but he took his time helping Farkas take off his armor — wanting to be sure he didn’t miss any of the various burns and puncture wounds he had accumulated. Each one needed to be cleaned, healed, and soothed.

“Did you set off all the traps?” Aril asked, still a bit miffed, as he poured a little restoration magic into the worst of his wounds, where it looked like something had gone right through his calf.

“There were a lot,” Farkas said, wincing as he watched his skin knit back together. “I figured, though, as long as I was still stumbling into traps… I was going the right way.”

Aril snorted, shaking his head. “Can’t argue with that logic, I suppose. It worked, even though it was a fool’s plan.”

“You’re still mad,” Farkas said, a little sigh leaving him.

“Aren’t you?” Aril asked, tilting his head to one side as he observed his lover for a moment. “I called you stupid, and a fool — ” He couldn’t find the right words, so he cut himself off and sighed, letting go of the newly-healed leg.

Farkas didn’t say anything in response, just frowned. Then he reached out to grasp Aril’s collar and tugged him in, surprising him with a rough kiss. Somehow, it conveyed all the emotions they were both still bottling up. Anger, yes, but also concern. Longing. Love.

Aril grunted when Farkas tugged them backwards, allowing Aril to pin him against the mattress when they hit it. He felt Farkas gasp quietly and press his hands against his belly, familiar heat quickly spreading from that point.

“Can’t stay mad at you,” Farkas said, before letting out a quiet, needy whine. “Couldn’t stay away either — don’t ask me to do that again.”

“I won’t,” Aril promised. He smirked a bit, leaning in to press Farkas down for another kiss while he started gently tugging at the drawstrings of his clothing. “Besides, you’re stuck here with me, now. The Blades won’t let any of us leave yet — hope you don’t mind?”

“Never,” Farkas said, a wolfy grin crossing his own face. “We’ll manage.”

The next morning, Farkas woke up alone — the sunlight from the window streaming in to illuminate a scrap of paper on the empty pillow next to his. He frowned as he sat up and rubbed his eyes, then plucked up the note to read it.

Farkas couldn’t hold in a little smile as he let his eyes linger on Aril’s neat, delicate handwriting. The letter he’d sent before had filled him with worry, but this one warmed his heart the same way the morning sunlight was warming up the sheets.

Darling,

I wanted to stay with you until you woke up today, talk with you about all of this a little bit more, but… the Blades made me get up early, I’m sorry. I want our lives to return to normal soon — er, well, whatever counts as “normal” for us, right?

Oh, my silly wolf. I missed you more than I even thought possible. Perhaps I can make things up to you again later? That’s something to look forward to.

Love you so, so much,

Aril

#elder scrolls #skyrim #skyrim companions #farkas x oc #farkas x m!dragonborn #;Aril/Farkas #;knight writes

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boethiahsboytoy · 3 years

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15 and 23 for the vyrthraals :3 -esther

ALL OF THEM!!!!!!!!

This needs to be under a cut this is going to be on the longer side. Ny'all have been Warned :')

15.) What are the dynamics like between your characters? Do they generally get along? How do their personalities and motivations bounce off one another? How do they come away feeling upon interacting with each other?

RUBS MY GRUBBY LITTLE HANDS TOGETHER!!!! I. LOVE. How the Vyrthaals interact :3

So when they First meet each other they are butting their heads together CONSTANTLY. Boe! Vyr is picking fights with everyone (ESPECIALLY Malacath! and Vampire! Vyr but also a little with OG! Vyr too just bc hes kind of a goody two shoes), Jay and Pery! Vyr are always arguing over the best course of actual while Mora! Vyr bitches about neither of them knowing Anything about what they're doing, for some reason Sanguine! and Meridia! Vyr are actually throwing hands and it's getting Really violent, seriously what the fuck is with you two DON'T fucking kill each other PLEASE, and oh no, Why are Sheo! Vyr and Namira! Vyr watching all of them ominously in the corner making threatening gestures at everyone-- you get the idea.

Basically, none of them want Anything to do with each other when they are first thrown together, and not even in a begrudging sibling way where at the end of the day they Would actually have each others' backs. It isn't until they realize how much danger they're in that they even Try working together. Not to spoil the Entire Story but they *are* actually forced to work together and look out for each other. Even ones who's parents are super enemies, like Boe! and Vampire! Vyrthaals. They do, for the duration of their Quest together, have the same motivation: to get to the bottom of Who has trapped them in a hellish nightmare world thats an amalgamation of all their homes, stop them from stealing the powers of their parents to control the worlds as they know them, and Try Not To Die.

After their Quest is finished though it's different. Of course it is, I fucming LOVE found families and the power of friendship!!! But they all end with really loving each other, willing to do anything it takes to keep each other safe!! Yes obviously they still bicker and don't always see eye 2 eye but at the end of the day they really do come away from their Quest with a great deal of love and care for each other :') They ALSO really learn how to fight together. During their Quest they're under attack almost constantly, and they go from almost killing each other by accident to moving together almost perfectly as a team. If a Jaeger could support 18 different people, they would all be Drift Compatible (OK OK NOT ALL TOGETHER but separately in smaller teams? ABSOLUTELY. I need to chart out who would be Most compatible with who, BUT at the end of the day they could all Drift together in any combination In A Pinch. Someone remind me to do this at some point I fuckign love Pacific Rim).

23.) What is your character's type or archetype? (For example: the Fool, the Lover, the Fighter, etc.) Why do they fit this archetype?

I looked up,,,a lot of lists of archetypes for this one lmao.

OG! Vyr: Chosen One. Auri-El brings him back to life and blesses him with immense power for the Sole Purpose of killing Lord Harkon and stopping Molag Bal from ruining Nirn. (He's also been looking out for Vyrthaal here and there since he was born; its part of the reason he was able able be preserved in stasis for so long lmao) He's the Super Special Magical Destiny Kid who's gotta save the world!!

Dagon! Vyr: A gentle giant, surprisingly enough!! He can Be Rowdy and certainly enjoys getting rough and wild like the big party boy he is but at the end of the day he's actually a gentle person that cares about the safety of others.

Boe! Vyr: I didn't know that "hotshot" was the Name for this lol but the motherfucker who's reckless as all hell but like, Good At It. Unlike their Daedric Parent they tend to rush into things without thinking. Thankfully they're also good at getting themself out of whatever hell they yeet themself into!

Pery! Vyr: A peacemaker. They're the only sense of impse control the Vyrthaals actually have lmaooooo. But like, he's stressed about this and doesn't necessarily Want that to be his role all the time, idk if there's a name for that but that's them if there is!

Clavicus! Vyr: A class clown/comic relief sort of figure, bc they get into Silly Shenanigans but like, a little angsty bc they are actually kind of self conscious abt how comparatively weak they are not just to the other Vyrthaals but like, in general and use the Silliness to hide that. Does that have a specific name??

Namira! Vyr: EMPATH/GUARDIAN BUT SPECIFICALLY FOR FALMER. Literally her whole Thing as a Demiprince is caring for and watching over them. Yes the other Demiprince Vyrthaals do what they can for them, but this is her Role. All the Vyrthaals look out for each other but she's watching them from the shadows to keep track of which one needs what exactly, if that makes sense.

Mora! Vyr: A stereotypical genius nerd but they do it in a really creepy and unsettling way that makes you feel like they know Too Much About You, Personally.

Malacath! Vyr: Warrior type :3 He is brave and strong and protects those weaker than him !!

Sheo! Vyr: Idk if this has a name but the unlikely one that brings everyone together....it is Mostly bc during their Quest he is Very young at abt 6 years old and all the Vyrthaals feel Very protective over him (even when he is being intentionally unsettling. Also fun fact he likes to hold onto Boe! Vyr's cape while he walks, and they and Jay are the ones most likely 2 carry him when he's sleepy)

Sanguine! Vyr: A thrill seeker !!! He's here to Go Fast, fuck the consequences!! Also his whole thing is poor impulse control so it uhhhh sort of affects him too

Meridia! Vyr: I really don't know for her bc she's That underdeveloped unfortunately!! Which is kind of funny to me bc Meridia was the first Prince I ever learned abt lol. Is "seemingly sweet and soft girl bit can actually crush you with ease" count? It should. I'm gonna say it does so I feel like I answered for her :')

Hircine! Vyr: Is there a term specifically for like....a silent observer? He's a very quiet guy but he watches and sees everything!! He knows what all the Vyrthaals are Doing. (Is he doing anything with that info? Not really. It's just kinda There In His Brain.)

Vampire! Vyr: Okay one of the lists of archetypes I found had "vampire" as one so i guess BESIDE THAT. I think he would be the Orphan--abandoned by his mortal parent and rejecting his Daedric one. (I mean he gets adopted but him cutting ties to his biological family And the Volkihar Clan as well is a major part of his story)

Vaermina! Vyr: I must unfortunately confess I haven't developed Vaermina! Vyr (Vyrmina, if ur feeling punny) very much besides "master alchemist with pretty Fucked Up morals." Does that classify as the Mad Scientist type? I'm gonna say it does. Yeah.

Mephala! Vyr: Another underdeveloped Vyr, this time because I don't know much about Mephala at all so I'm not sure what parts of her would influence Vyrthaal :( I unfortunately have to pass on this one ;; (On the bright side I do have an appearance idea in mind, which is more than I can say for some of the better developed Vyrthaals)

Azura! Vyr: I have obviously saved the most underdeveloped Vyrthaals for last, BUT I think Azura! Vyr can fit the Secret Heart Of Gold type. She's pretty cold (snelf pun unintended) and often rude to people but at her core she tries to be a good person.

Nocturnal! Vyr: Secretive(tm) just like her Daedric Parent lol. Literally just Lurking There and watching everything. (I feel like this could also fit Mephala! Vyr but she's not as Much as Nocturnal! Vyr).

HOLY FUCK I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT JAY. OH MY GODS. I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT HER ALMOST NON STOP FOR LIKE 3 DAYS WHAT THE HELL??????

Jyggalag! Vyr, AKA Jay: She is a Leader type, perhaps a reluctant leader. She's got the skills for it, she's good at Making people work together to get shit done, and she definitely has the vibe of someone to be obeyed even Before she takes her father's place. Can't believe I fucking forgot about Jay. What the fuck.

OHHHH my gods this got SO long but What does anyone expect when it comes to Anything About Vyrthaal :') Esther ilu thank u for sending this in it SO fun talking abt how the Vyrthaals interact :')

#ask #anon #esther #mothermara #Into the Vyrthaal-Verse #Vyrthaal-Verse Info #long post #ask meme response #THANK YOUUUU FOR THIS ONE !!!! i LOVED answering for it!!#also this took so lobg bc i straight up forgot about it yesterday ;;;;

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lynndoublelegacy · 3 years

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just a cool dnd meme i saw

Yook so it’s less a meme and more like. a big ol questionare but hey, might as well do it. originally saw it on @/probablyottrpgideas, go check them out

1. Game Master, Player, or both? Why?

Ok so technically I’ve DMed twice but I really don’t find it fun? and don’t ever want to do it again. so. Player. I like building characters and their connections with fellow PCs more than building worlds

2. When did you start roleplaying? How old were you?

oh god, if we’re talking about roleplaying in general? I’ve been doing it basically as long as I can remember. As a kid I would play House, and then once I got older in like 5th grade I actually started making characters and playing out their stories with friends. Google+ is what made me realize this was actually like, a THING, though, and I got into some roleplaying groups there, then on DevaintArt. Dungeons and Dragons is a newer development? I got into it in late 2018 when my sister’s friend invited us to a one-shot, and... well, yea, I got hooked lol

3. What was the first roleplaying book you ever owned?

dude, bold of you to assume I really own any. I don’t have that kind of money and literally only own the Guide to Wildemount, and that was a gift

4. Describe the first game you ever ran or played in.

I mean... it’s not a game but ima describe the one shot, bc my first campaign was a hot mess without a true storyline and I used the same character for it anyway. I played a tiefling bard called Aisling Kai (I didn’t know this was a cliche combo at this point, and I honestly played her like a rogue with a music motif but Whatever) and we were a little group tasked to figure out why the hell anyone who goes into this cave never comes out. So we go in, make our way through the dungeon, fight some frog people (I made one of their ears bleed just by getting a nat 20 on a performance check to play a high f# on flute, that was fun, FWEET), and turns out yep, theres a hill giant down here. We kicked his ass and collapsed the cave on top of us (dw I think we were fine but my memory is a little screwy)

5. What system did you grow up with? / 6. Which system do you play now?

i learned on and currently play dnd 5e. I don’t really know anything else, but I’m debating checking out Vampire of the Masquerade.

7. Longest campaign you’ve run or played in?

That would be my Tal’Dorei campaign group, aka The Fatefallen! Started in the Fall of 2019 and still going to this day, just played our 45th session last week. I play Ilia Liadon, the drow grave cleric, and the only member of our party who has been there for every single session since the beginning.

8. Where did you meet your current gaming group?

...well first I feel the need to mention that I have 3 different groups (2 of them are on hiatus now for pandemic related reasons but! we’re still groups). My first group (with Aisling) was formed slowly over time as friends adopted friends into the group, I think it started as a school club? but that didn’t last long. The other two started from a different school club as well, though one has since branched out into other people as well.

9. Strategic combat or dramatic plotlines?

I am a roleplayer first and a gamer second. Give me all of the backstories and dramatic plotlines. Don’t get me wrong, I still like combat, but story takes precedent for me.

10. Favorite RPG genre?

I don’t tend to define myself by genre? But I tend to fall into more of a fantasy, at most arcanapunk style. Give me all of the magic, and magic powered tech.

11. Your first character.

I got into her a little bit earlier, but my first character was Aisling, aka Calypso Kai. She was a homebrew subclass bard with a criminal background, who honestly? should’ve been a rogue. I’ve since rebuilt her into an Assassin Rogue/College of Eloguence Bard multiclasser, but this iteration was like. Baby her, baby me new to dnd, I did not know what I was doing. She tried to be edgy, but my mom energy came through HARD and she just. Never really had a set characterization. She deserves better and I plan on playing her better sometime in the future.

12. Your favorite character.

You are making me choose between my children. BUT, if I had to pick, either Ilia Liadon, or! Ashe Wednesday, a protector aasimar drunken master monk and my profile picture. Ashe also deserved a lot better from their campaign, so I have a massive soft spot for them, they were made during a really tough time in my life (as was Ilia) and was going through an equally rough time in-game, since I made them for a Curse of Strahd campaign without understanding what I was getting into. They’re my little rebellious asshole and I love them dearly, someone get this kid therapy. Ilia, on the other hand, is just... she’s a comfort character for me at this point. mostly soft edges, such a mom- while Ashe was me yelling “come at me” at the world while crying, Ilia was just... embracing it. Making it better. basically, if they actually existed, I would die for both of them.

13. Your most ridiculous character.

I don’t usually play super ridiculous characters, but! I would say Keothi “Bookfinder” Vaimeil counts. She was basically me looking all of the goliath barbarian stereotypes in the eye, and going “nah. she’s a nerd.” She’s literally a massive puppy dog, just the sweetest big old thing, sitting in her house and reading all the books she can get her hands on in order to make up for her amnesia. Oh, and did I mention that she’s a zombie? ...yea. She’s wacky, but I love her.

14. The best in-character line you’ve ever had.

“I need sleep. I don’t even sleep and I need sleep.”

~Ilia, after a particularly tough fight and an emotionally draining day

15. Your most epic death.

Ok so... none of my characters in game have ever actually died during the storyline? Keothi obviously has in her backstory, and Ilia might have in hers as well, it was never explicitly stated, but during the game? Nope. Ashe got stupid close, but nope. Since Keothi is my only death period, and her death was pretty epic, I’m just gonna describe that. Her parents and siblings in her Goliath tribe had all fallen ill, so she decided to go searching for a possible cure, and ended up getting conned into helping this cult, since they said they would cure her family. Turns out, yea, they were lying, they just needed a goliath willing to sacrifice themselves with a cursed sword. They made the mistake of revealing this before Keothi was actually dead, so as she was dying, she brought the entire goddamn cultist temple down to the bottom of the sea and took the cultists with her. The sword was why she was undead, in the Shadowfell, and couldn’t remember anything.

16. Your most disappointing death.

As mentioned, I’ve never died in campaign, but I feel like I have to mention this one that happened to our party in Curse of Strahd. We were in the death house, all 5 of us, still level 1, and our barbarian falls into a pit trap with spikes. None of us realize she’s actually dead, so we send out paladin down to get her... with the monk, the bard, and the warlock holding the rope. ....yea both of them died.

17. Something that shouldn’t have worked, but it did.

I’m stuck between two options for this one. First one was the time our water genasi paladin/rogue bloodbended our gnome cleric into a bridge to keep her from falling all the way down a ravine. The second time was when our party managed to defend a small seaside town from a pirate raid with just an NPC with Control Water, a ballista, ourselves, and some explosives. Neither should’ve worked, but both did. Having a triton in your party can really come in clutch in a seaside campaign.

18. Something that went hilariously awry.

I have one that’s hilarious and one that’s horrifying. Hilarious one: in my first ever campaign, someone from Aisling’s backstory popped up and our sorcerer went “that’s shady” (to be fair, he was) and then went to investigate BY HIMSELF. He obviously got kidnapped by the mafia, and then we went all stealth mission to break him out. Stealth was immediately abandoned after our other bard used a SCREAMING SWORD to break open the locks, then we proceeded to go out the way we came, setting everything on fire on the way out, and with our bard lying their way out the front door (with the rest of us in tow as “prisoners”) by pretending to be a fellow mafia member. It was great. Horrifying one: Ilia tries to Send to a member of the party who left in order to let him know that a fellow party member had died. Forgot that he left bc his mind was invaded by a previously dead, very evil old god, and ends up trapped there with him for a while. Ended up with all of our main spellcasters trapped in their own heads while the barbarian paced around worriedly and the rogue decided he was going to get smashed instead of worrying himself silly.

19. Your most memorable in-character moment.

There are a LOT in Ilia’s campaign, but! If I had to pick one, it would actually be a pretty recent one involving Ilia and our party’s wizard, Liara. They’re basically the embodiment of head vs heart? Anyway, Liara is currently suffering from something called magic corruption, though idk if suffering is the right word. Anyway! It basically resulted in her getting... possessed? by her own magic during the night during Ilia’s watch, and they had a really, really interesting conversation regarding guilt, death, and grief, and yea basically I love them. Honorable mention to our druid’s death (he’s back and better now, but that was my first long-time death in a game, we didn’t know he was coming back) and also the moment that Ilia realized that her childhood bff/crush had been revived in a new body and that this NPC was her best friend. That was a trip.

20. The coolest item you ever got and how you came to possess it.

I got this item in the revamp of my first ever campaign and nothing has topped it since which is Sad but hey. Anyway! I got this really cool, possibly cursed dagger after I threw a knife at an absolutely eldritch being and it got stuck in him as he transformed. It looked really badass, and allowed me to cast Inflict Wounds on occasion when I stabbed someone with it. So yea, we love that. Honorable mention to my paladin/bloodhunter’s Helm of the Aberrant Gladiator which allows you to basically do a bunch of fear based affects and psychic stuff.

Numbers 21 through 30 don’t apply to me but. yea. enjoy this summary of my dnd history I guess

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #d&d #d&d 5e #dnd meme #i would like to apologize to Vail and Zohros #they deserved better than to be briefly mentioned but their campaigns are also on hiatus #so they're not overly relevant rn #vail is the paladin/bloodhunter #zohros is the triton #he's a rogue

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ordinaryschmuck · 3 years

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Top 20 BEST Animated Series of the 2010s-14th Place

I’m not even gonna sugar coat it this time around. This next show is something good, but a lot of you are probably going to hate me for not placing it higher on the list.

Got it?

Good.

#14-OK KO: Let’s Be Heroes (2017-2019)

(Choo-choo)

The Plot: A five to ten-year-old kid (literally his age description. Deal with it) named KO has a dream to be the world's greatest superhero. He believes that the one way to accomplish this involves working at Lakewood Plaza Turbo, a shopping center for superheroes. But things aren’t as easy as they seem, as he and his coworkers, Rad and Enid, must team up to stop the villainous Lord Boxman from destroying the plaza. Will KO meet his goal of becoming the hero of his dreams, or will he be crushed just like the robots he fights daily?

So, I want to make clear that OK KO: Let’s Be Heroes is a satire of anime. Which anime? ALL ANIME! From televised shows to even anime-inspired RPGs, this series is clearly written by people who love the genre. And with these references comes OK KO’s sense of humor. As one would expect, this series relies on both satirical as well as reference humor. Fans of anime can laugh at how OK KO pokes fun at certain anime tropes, and they may even have a blast at the references to their favorite anime/manga/video game. And for kids who have never seen a single anime in their life, they will still have fun with the show’s random sense of humor. And OK KO can still be considered a parody for being weird because (and let’s be honest) most animes are pretty weird. Although it does get hard to tell when the satire ends and when the show is just doing its own thing, it’s still fun to watch, so who am I to complain?

And it’s not just anime that OK KO shines a light on, but even classic Cartoon Network shows. That may not seem like a big deal, but trust me when I say that this series came out around the time Cartoon Network didn’t give a hoot to anything that wasn’t Teen Titans Go. And if you love that show, go right ahead, but I think even the most diehard fans of it have to admit that CN has a problem. Then, here comes OK KO with references to current and classic shows, to the point where it has a ten-minute long love letter to fans of CN since the beginning. However, one could say that these references, as great as they are, will go over the heads of the children watching it. Don’t get me wrong, I personally loved a random Ed Edd and Eddy reference, but I can see how most kids will be scratching their heads in confusion. Still, it’s nice to have a show that proves how Cartoon Network isn’t ashamed of its history (Even though that’s what it feels like at times).

And aside from the references and humor, this show also has a great cast of characters. KO is one of those characters that you either find compelling or annoying (as with most anime protagonists, if I’m being honest), but even then, he still has a great cast to work off of. His mother Carol is up there as one of the best cartoon moms, Mr. Gar is fun with his comedic overreactions, and Dendy has a great dynamic as KO’s best friend. Then there’s Enid. Enid is easily the best character in the series. Not only can people relate to her fears and insecurities, but her level headed personality makes for someone who’s both identifiable and fun. The only character who I would say is a mixed bag is easily Rad. At his best, he’s funny and occasionally relatable. At his worst, he’s annoying and downright idiotic. Rad’s not as bad as other comic relief characters (I give you: Princess Pony Head), but he can occasionally drag the show down a bit.

However, no heroes are as good without their villains, and OK KO has a great rogues gallery that ranges from the comically incompetent to the mysteriously serious. Lord Boxman is a hilarious villain, as his attempts to destroy the Plaza go as well as Elmer Fudd’s hunts for wabbits. The same goes for his robotic children (literally what they’re described as), who each not only have a great sibling dynamic, but they even have dynamic personalities that work off our heroes perfectly. Then there are the more serious villains. I can’t talk about some threats without spoiling the show, but a character like Professor Venomous does have a lot to offer. Venomous is a perfect straight man to Lord Boxman’s...Boxman-ness, and does a great job at moving the plot along when he needs to. There’s just one small problem with a villain that is as serious as him: OK KO is a comedy. Some shows can balance being funny and dramatic when they need to be, but someone like Venomous puts OK KO in a tricky position. Either the show makes him uncharacteristically silly, or he makes the show uncharacteristically serious. It’s a weird game of back and forth that can make the series feel unfocused if not done right. And rarely is it done right.

Speaking of unfocused, let’s talk about the show’s animation. First, I want to clarify that I think the show has phenomenal animation. It can be expressive during the comedic moments and downright epic for certain fights. But this is a show where the art style of an episode depends on the artist storyboarding a scene. OK KO: Let’s Be Heroes is not the first (and odds are it won’t be the last) show to do this. However, when done well, a show can have artists with similar art styles to help make the show have a single identity. OK KO seems like it has 5-6 different art styles, and it’s very noticeable when the episode switches between them. Something like this can come across as distracting, and the show’s quality suffers because of it. This gets improved during season 2, but it doesn’t change how awkward things get when the characters go off-model. I get the logic of making characters off-model for comedic purposes. It’s a tactic that has been used in anime and even some western animated cartoons. The audience doesn’t usually see the characters look so bizarre, so it’s always funny to see it happen when they do. But because OK KO has several character models to use for each art style, one can say that it already goes off-model enough as it is. Not to mention that certain facial expressions are just too weird, even for this show.

As you can notice, for everything this show does well, there’s always something that it needs to improve on. It had a lot of promise, but I can see how some people might be turned away rather quickly. Therefore, with all its failings and successes, OK KO: Let’s Be Heroes is a show that is just o.k. But something being o.k. is still pretty good in my book.

(But seriously, though, Carol is easily one of the best cartoon moms and I will frickin’ FIGHT YOU on that!)

#top 20 of 2010s #ok ko: let's be heroes #what i thought about

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Hey, were so you stand on the whole fandom discourse thing? Like do you ship mileven or byeler or lumax or elmax? Was mike being an asshole or was Will being a bad friend? Was Mike right or was Max right? Do you like Lucas and Mike bromance or Mike and Will bromance/romance? Is Will gay or ace or just not in puberty yet? Srry for the questions but you’re like the most level headed person ive seen and i wanna know what u think?

Oh, oh this is going to be long. Warning! Long Post!

Okay, well, first let me just say that I hate discourse. I think it’s silly and stupid for fandoms to rip characters apart and fight over something like this when we should be bolstering each other up with our mutual love over a piece of media. However, the discourse after this season of Stranger Things is particularly upsetting because I think it all comes down to the fact that the character writing this season wasn’t very strong. They were paper-thin and the characters themselves didn’t get as much meaningful interaction as I think the story needed. It was so much action that a lot of the necessary quiet moments got lost.

But onto your questions.

So, the ships. I’ll be honest, I’m not a hardcore shipper of any of them. Except maybe Jopper, but that’s only because I really wanted El to have that mother figure in Joyce that she can’t get from Terry, and for Will and Jonathan to have that father figure in Hopper that they can’t get in Lonnie. Also, I really want Will and El to be siblings. But back to your question. I am an aromantic asexual. I also vacillate between liking romance to being completely put off by it, the latter of which tending to happen when it is thrown in my face. If you’re asking me if I like the ships this season, I would have to say no simply because I felt like they came at the expense of the friendships and bonds between the core characters. If you’re asking me if I like them in general, then yes. I think mileven is cute, and I think byler can be cute, and I think lumax is hilarious, and elmax would be wonderful.

Do I honestly think that Mike and Will will get together? No. It’s not going to happen. I can see Will maybe having a crush on Mike, and that being something he will struggle with, but Mike is 100% in love with El and that’s fine. That’s life. Will is a kid living in 1980s rural Indiana. The show has already shown that homophobia is a thing. He and Mike are friends, and I don’t think with all the work on Mike and El that it would make sense to suddenly flip it now. And Mike and El are cute, and I liked how this season they showed that puppy love stage is not all it’s cracked up to be. I liked how they showed growing pains in their relationship. I liked how Mike and El had to learn to balance their romantic relationship with their friends. I wish it had been handled better, but I liked how they were able to show that even though Mike and El aren’t a perfect relationship, they do have a special bond and I enjoyed that.

Does this mean I don’t enjoy byler fics and headcanons and edits and parallels? Hell no! I love that shit. I love it the same way I do mileven. And honestly, I could get behind milevill. I think El and Will would be more platonic, with Mike in the middle, but poly shipping is generally how I get around shipping wars. And I hate how characters get demonized when shipping goggles get put on, and these three are demonized to high heaven for it, to the point that shippers degrade their actual characters down to one aspect.

In regards to the characterization of Mike and Will this season, I see both sides. It’s been implied that Mike has been ditching his friends all summer to spend time with El in the cabin. He’s apparently been there everyday since she got back. And on the one hand, this makes sense. El isn’t allowed out and if Mike isn’t there then she’s alone. That sucks, especially because El has already been through far too much isolation in her life. It’s also sort of implied that they like spending time with just the two of them and that the rest of the party either doesn’t visit often or the only time the whole party is together is the rare occasion when El is allowed out. We can sort of see this by the fact that Max and El aren’t really friends, but El still feels comfortable enough to go to her for advice on Mike, and the way that Will calls her Eleven instead of El until about the middle of the season. Ergo, Mike has been ditching them to spend time with her every day, away from the party. And that’s got to be frustrating. Will doesn’t seem nearly as frustrated with Max and Lucas, which could be because they’re not as puppylove-ish, and because he has the opportunity to get to know Max. He knows her more as Lucas’ girlfriend, but he seems more comfortable in her presence. So we can guess that Lucas and Max spend more time with the group than Mike and El. And frankly, if I was Will and my best friend had been doing this every day for a month while I third-wheeled, I would have snapped too. And probably a lot earlier. Especially if the only thing I had asked of him was one day of his time to do something not related to romance. It wasn’t right what Mike was doing, even if it was understandable. But that was part of Mike’s arc - learning to balance his romantic relationship with his friendships.

As for Will, like I said above, it’s implied that Will has been third-wheeling for an entire summer. Mike has been ditching them for all this time and that’s a big change he has to deal with. All Will wants is to go back to how things were before he was completely traumatized. D&D is the only thing he has from before the Upside Down, so of course he would want to have a guys day and play it. Will is allowed to want something other than just being a support for his friends. Unfortunately, he does fail to read the room. Now, I can imagine that maybe he thought playing D&D would cheer Mike and Lucas up, but he could have been more understanding of the situation. Mike and El were going through a rough spot and Will could have done a better job of being there for him. Now, it’s possible that because of Lucas and Max’s constant breakups that he doesn’t think it’s that big of a deal, but considering Mike has been spending all his time with El, Will probably should have been able to realize now was not the time to insist on playing a game. I also don’t think that Will calling El a “stupid girl” was Will being mean or angry at El however. He was mad at Mike. He was placing the blame on Mike. His target was Mike and that Mike was breaking up the party. Not El. Max and El are his friends, though they’re not close, and Will was calling out the fact that that Mike was ditching them, rather than thinking El was actually a stupid girl. And he has a point. He even asks where Dustin is and questions the fact that Mike isn’t wondering. Dustin got back the day before after being gone a month. So, while Will definitely could have been more sensitive to Mike’s problems, he also had legitimate reasons to be angry. Just like Mike had legitimate reasons to be upset.

And I will say here that both Mike and Max are correct when it comes to El. Mike is monopolizing a lot of El’s time. It’s not a bad thing in itself, but El needs friends outside of him. It’s unhealthy not to. And Mike was also right to worry about her burning herself out with her powers. His concern was completely valid. But Max was also right. It wasn’t right of Mike to lie to El like that and then not apologize, especially after she caught him and called him out on it. The fact that Max was there to teach El how to be herself and make decisions for herself outside of Mike and Hopper was something she needed to grow as a person. And Max was also right when she told Mike that El knew how to work her powers better than he does. That it’s her decision on how far to go. Now, this does have its drawbacks because El might not actually know when to draw the line. She goes too far, and that’s where Mike’s concern is completely valid. Both of them have good points and are coming from a place of caring, but they’re also teenagers and don’t know how to handle all of these issues correctly.

As for Mike and Lucas vs Mike and Will, I think this is such a stupid thing to fight over. They’re all best friends. Mike and Lucas were stated to be best friends in season 1 because they live next door to each other, but Mike “calls bull” on that logic because he’s also best friends with Dustin and with Will. He and Will have been friends since kindergarten and we saw a lot of that in season 2, which was wonderful. This season both Mike and Lucas are in relationships and can relate to each other better than Mike and Will who are having a discourse in their relationship because they’re maturing at different rates. Mike and Lucas want to move forward because they have relationships blossoming that makes the future happier, where Will is stuck in the past because the past is where all his happiness is. Do I wish we had gotten a moment between Will and Mike where they actually talk about their fight and how everything has changed, or that we got a better goodbye from them at the end? Absolutely. Their friendship deserved that. But I also loved how Lucas was Mike’s wingman, and all around relationship guru. I also really liked how Lucas and Will worked together this season. Lucas reached out to Will, and even though it didn’t go far, I really liked all the little moments they had together. They are all best friends but even in friend groups there are people you go to for different things.

And is Will gay? Oh boy. Okay, so, personally, I think Will is gay. There’s been a lot of subtext and the show bible does seem to imply he’s on the spectrum somewhere. BUT. This is not canon. Things change all the time when writing and until it is explicitly stated by either the show runners or the show itself, then this is still just speculation. I can also totally see Will as ace. I knew I was ace before I even had a word for it and I was like 11 years old. Will could be ace. I don’t think he is simply because we never get representation, but it’s totally possible. It’s also possible that he’s both. You can be homoromantic asexual. You can also be aromantic homosexual. The two aren’t mutually exclusive and I kind of like the idea of him being homoromantic asexual. Or he might be completely gay and yet be so traumatized that sexual attraction is horrific. He’s been violated so violently in ways so similar to rape that I can easily imagine anything sexual as triggering. And yes, at 14 you are old enough to start thinking about sex. It’s normal. Even I thought about it at that age, even though I thought it weird that anyone would ever find it enjoyable. It is also completely possible that, due to that trauma, Will just isn’t there yet. Trauma does cause brain damage. He could very easily have regressed mentally to the point that he just hasn’t begun to mature yet.

Sorry for the long post, but there you go. Frankly, I think the characters this season were just very poorly written, and I think fandoms tend to not know what to do when characters behave differently than expected. But the thing is, these characters are growing up and changing. Smart people can be dumb. Kind people can get angry and lash out. Protective people can be selfish. A good person making the wrong choice doesn’t automatically make them bad. People are not so one-dimensional that “shy, quiet, artistic” doesn’t mean they can’t ever be “annoyed, moody, and angry”. “Loyal, charismatic, and smart” characters can also be “oblivious, tunnel-visioned, and dumb.” The problem with this season is that they didn’t allow the characters to really interact outside of their pairings. Dustin wasn’t with the party at all. Will and Mike never get meaningful resolution. Max and El never really talk about the problems in their relationships. Like Max and Lucas have broken up 5 times? Why? What is the story there? Will and El barely talk at all even though they have the most in common and end up living together by the end. And Lucas and Max don’t have much interaction at all. The romance sort of overshadowed the fact that these kids are all friends. And it should have been clearer that even though they’re all growing up and apart, they’re also all traumatized and understand each other on levels no one else can. It’s varying levels of trauma, but we don’t see them really band together to build each other up. And I think we needed that level of platonic love to really show that, yeah, we may not be focusing on these relationships as much this season, but they’re still there, rather than “Mike only cares about Eleven” and “Will and Mike apparently aren’t friends anymore.” The action overshadowed the heart this season, and I think that’s where some of the subtler character arcs got lost.

I hope that answered your question and thank you!

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