#it’s weird that this specific arrangement happened twice??
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If I had a nickel for every time a hip hop dancer showed up in Paris with their crew for a dance competition and also reconnected with their absent classical trained parent, I would have A DOLLAR. readjusted for inflation
#it’s weird that this specific arrangement happened twice??#let’s dance netflix#battle freestyle#lisa teige
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here have another one lol the fact that flirting with jax leads to the reveal that yall have been flirting back and forth for ages makes me want to scream in the woods at 3am so thank you for that @vapolis
i have no idea how the prosthetic eyes work so i took some liberties for the sake of what little plot there is
Aster has always preferred to work alone. At the end of the day, the only person you can really count on is yourself. So why risk relying on someone else when they won’t always be there?
That said, he does enjoy working with Jax. They may be acquaintances at best, but Aster does appreciate Jax’s work ethic. He doesn’t have to plan around Ray’s faux impulsivity, or Ray’s knack for wasting valuable time, or the odds that Ray will make a detour to fuck a stranger in an alley. Ray’s unwillingness to do whatever it takes to get results. Ray’s—
Aster sighs. The little fucker’s not even around and he’s still managing to get on Aster’s nerves. And Aster’s fairly certain why that is.
He glances over at Jax. He’s leaning against the ledge, peering down at the mansion below with one hand on his gun. They’ve been waiting for a few hours, but now the guests have started to arrive.
Aster keeps quadruple-checking his gear without taking his eyes off Jax.
“McClair?” He asks, just loud enough for Jax to hear, the first word either of them has spoken since they settled in to watch.
“Not yet,” Jax replies.
“Then we have a few minutes,” responds Aster. Both glocks are loaded and ready, holdout pistol secured in his right boot, holdout switchblade ready to be stashed in his left. It’s redundant to go over it all again. The third time was enough.
Jax is still looking down at the mansion, scanning the crowd as they head inside. It really is strange to see him out of his usual clothes, foregoing designer button-downs for nondescript street clothes. Which are probably also designer, to be fair. Aster wonders how many weapons he managed to fit in his coat.
“Can you please do me a favor and just fuck Ray already?” Aster asks, sliding his knife back into his boot after testing the sharpness.
Jax doesn’t startle easily, and he doesn’t visibly react beyond cutting his eyes over at Aster for a brief second.
“Excuse me?”
Aster sighs again.
“Our staff meetings—”
“It’s hardly a staff meeting with only four people,” Jax mutters under his breath.
“—are getting unbearable. I know you want him, and while I do have to question your taste—”
“You wore a denim jacket with jeans last week.”
“—I won’t judge you for it,” Aster continues. “Please, for all our sakes, take the bastard to bed and get it out of both of your systems.”
Because that’s how Ray operates. Almost always once, rarely ever twice, and Aster can count on one hand how many other hook-ups have become any sort of semi-permanent arrangement. Not because he cares or has any interest, but because Ray’s an over-sharer who never shuts up and Orla has specifically forbidden him from cutting Ray’s tongue out with the first piece of rusty silverware he can get his hands on. He even asked nicely.
Aster is going to lose no matter what, really. He doesn’t know anything about Jax’s sex life and would love for that particular status quo to remain. But having to sit through Ray’s little play-by-play of what they manage to get up to because they’re stuck in the same room would be worth not having to deal with the weird sexual tension that happens whenever Ray and Jax make eye contact across Orla’s desk. At least the detailed summary would only be once. The longing gazes are forever.
Jax glances over again and narrows his eyes before turning back to the mansion.
“How do you think I feel when you fall over yourself to agree with Orla on everything?”
“That’s different,” Aster hisses. “Of course I agree with her, she’s my boss. McClair?”
“I think that’s his car,” he reports. “She said you did well on that last job and you were practically drooling.”
“I was not—”
“As your coworker, I’m telling you—McClair’s here, we have two minutes—that it’s not going to end well.”
“Stop dodging my original point,” Aster says, keeping his tone very carefully flat as he stands. He makes his way to the edge of the roof where Jax is keeping watch just in time to see their target go inside.
Jax makes for the fire escape as Aster takes his original position at the ledge. As soon as Jax is out of sight, Aster taps their joint mission channel on his SocialLink to get his attention. Jax sends back an acknowledgment.
Aster watches the mansion for any sign of movement. His eyes are better, even if he can’t keep up the fancy tricks for long. Jax is good, but he can’t be expected to watch the front door, the side entrances, and all the windows at the same time.
Jax tracks down McClair’s car once the valet leaves it unattended. It wouldn’t be fair to continue their discussion, since Jax can’t reply, so Aster just hangs back and lets him work. There’s a brief moment where a woman pauses by one of the windows, and Aster zooms in to watch her face and body language while taking mental notes of what she looks like in case they have to track her down later. But she doesn’t show any sign of alarm or confusion and wanders off after a moment, so Aster returns to his patrol.
McClair isn’t actually the target. They’re here for the prototype in his car. Aster doesn’t know what it is, exactly, just that it’s very valuable and very secret. And he’s selling it to Orla for a lot of money, which is in the small case that Jax is supposed to leave in place of the prototype.
It’s not as if McClair can safely meet with any of them without risking his reputation or job—and thus any more interesting toys he may be willing to part with later down the line—so he and Jax are once again on pickup detail. Aster does a lot of that, lately. Mostly because Ray has Orla convinced he lacks the patience for it and would likely fuck it up. Asshole.
“Done,” Jax reports in a hushed whisper.
Aster enhances his vision and hits the override for his eyes so they can move faster. Everyone is still inside and no one has lingered at the windows. The valet is still waiting by the door and hasn’t so much as glanced in the direction of the parking area. It’s still a very long couple of minutes until Aster hears Jax making his way back up the fire escape.
Aster closes his eyes and reverts their settings back to normal, massaging his temples. He’s going to be eating those black market headache meds Echo got for him like candy tonight.
“As I was saying,” Aster grates out, “watching the two of you dance around each other like school children is painful. You’re both adults. Stop making all of us suffer when you know he’s going to say yes before you even finish asking.”
“And as I was saying,” counters Jax, “you should really be careful about throwing those rocks from inside that glass house of yours.”
Aster sighs.
#rywd#mara i am tagging you because you wished i had for the last one thank you so so much im glad you liked it!! :D
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Shaken not Stirred
7. We always used to have sleepovers as children, why would it be weird now?"
Pairing: teen->adulthood friendships||nanami x yn
Warning: 🔞nsfw! bc sexual awakenings and teasing may affect those who’s first choice was hawk girl or j.depp (specifically Cry Baby era)// nanami & reader realize their friendship was built on lustful attraction versus friendly ones as they grew up. 👀 also, implied that reader’s family has yakuza or mafia ties…
Rating: adult!relationship with nanami kento [adult as in a good fucking means someone tried to test reader’s patience and they are not one to stand by and let nanami be insulted…]
You are writhing beneath him; a man twice your size is above you, giving into his earthly desires. His voice is gruff and demanding as he pulls another pitiful moan out of you. He mocks you, lustfully licking a stripe from your neck to where your ear connects—it’s hot. The heat in the autumnal day is now cooling, but the bed creaks. Something ancient is awake and angry, his broken growl of your name hangs in the air. He fucks you to his rhythm as you cry out you can take one more fleeting orgasm. And the jackal of a man laughs muttering how brave you must be.
Rewind yourself to 72-hours ago when you arrived back on your home neighborhood in Sendai. You’re reuniting with some old friends after you found out your last remaining uncle had passed. Being in your mid to late twenties and working for a moderately ran start-up company for blue light lenses, you thankfully had merciful bosses who believed in putting family first. Though rare, they did make you file a leave of absence as you finalize your travel arrangements in the office before the end of the week.
You fly out on cold February morning, kind of overrated but if you’re able to get to Sendai Ciry by dinner tomorrow, your folks would have said it was worth the red eye fees. Honestly, once you traverse through bay check and the security points, you’re at your gate, eyes heavy as sleep is something you lacked.
Fourteen hours. Fourteen hours (and if you count the other twenty four you were up for, you’re sure you’d put your body through some sort of cardiac issued stress), however you were able to picked up by an old neighbor—Nanami Kento. Sure, the two of you grew up and apart, but considering the other options of your contacts, you went with the most reliable one. He bows as he greets you, his driver acknowledges you and you introduce yourself to the man and apologize for the delay.
“Snow this time of year is brutal,” the driver chuckles.
You nod as Nanami opens the passenger door for you. You give him your thanks as you sit down and strap on the seatbelt.
Looking back as both the driver and Nanami get in after you close your door, you fidget on your seat and nervously crack your knuckles, chuckling here and there as you listen to their banter until you speak up at an upcoming red light.
“Umm… I’m sorry, but I forgot to ask if I could spend the first few nights with you, Nanami-kun? If not, I know you’re busy with work, but if it truly is a problem, I could find a hotel to stay in…”
You’re stifling a yawn and he notices the slight wrinkles at the sides of your eyes. Surely you’re not still suffering from insomnia before trips, he thinks. Then, after he ponders for a light or two, he agrees.
“Bless you, my parents just texted me that my room was part of their remodeling phase and it’s getting a fresh coat of paint right now. I don’t mind taking the train from Tokyo back,” you explain with a soft smile.
You don’t remember much after the turn to his apartment high rise. You figured you knocked out and the driver, Mr Iji, had taken your things up for Nanami because well, for lack of better words, Nanami would have been carrying you. At the thought, your cheeks flush and you swat away all the raunchy things that could have happened, but it didn’t.
Nearly six in the morning and you are awakened again this time by an alarm and a half dressed adult blonde best friend. There’s several bandages on his arm and ribs from what you used to consider an awful part time job. He worked in an office from 9-5, but he did clock in some hours since he went back to being an adjunct teacher. Apparently even in this relic of a neighborhood, something keeps killing his colleagues. He told you all this before when you were nineteen and he had just turned twenty a season prior:
“You ought to be careful next time,” you hum as you help him place gauze over his cut brow. “I won’t be here to patch you like Shoko-chan can.”
“You can stay,” he hums, sort of pleading to you when the alcohol seeps and stings between the stitches there. “Mm…was that necessary?!”
Shows him the message from Shoko.
“Doc said so,” you mirthfully laugh as you see him frown. You put away the first aid kit and sigh. “I worry about you. This job, can’t you quit it before you die?”
“What? Why would I?!”
You realize he hasn’t loosened his grip on your hand; the alcohol must still be stinging a bit you reason.
“Because I can’t lose my best friend right after we had just gotten back on better terms,” you’re gentle tone makes him look you in the eyes and it dawns on him just how right you must be. “Besides, who’s gonna come bother me in the U.S. when I get my doctorate degree in medicine over there? Don’t send Gojo, I’d kill him with whatever fad he’s on now…”
Nanami chuckles.
“My girl is a clever one,” he says.
“If I really was yours, you wouldn’t be talking,” you tease. “Remember what happened when you told me you loved Hawk Girl and I still loved that crybaby movie?”
“‘Get wings or I think you’re a square?’ Oh get over yourself, we were seven and eight.”
You laugh and slip your hand out his… “I know! Isn’t that wild? Anyways, I better get home now.”
You grab your bag and wave over your shoulder, “See you at the airport. Thanks for offering to take me!”
The conversation plays in a loop in your mind and he’s in the middle of greeting you when you walk up to him and study his face, then his body…he has so many knicks and scars and even bruises. Some deeply rich in color you think he has internal bleeding. Then coffee maker begins whirring for both of you and you force his face to glance at you. You hold his chin firmly and move his face to see the same scar from the conversation still prominent with his bangs swept back.
“You told me you quit,” you half smile.
Nanami turns, wincing as he holds his bandages on his ribs to hand you a mug, but your hand presses against his side first and his breathing stutters. It isn’t the close proximity that causes him to do so? It’s just…he hadn’t seen how bright your eyes are in the dawn.
“What’s wrong? How did you…?”
You’re adjusting the gauze and your breath ignites his skin in the most subtle of ways and you adjust the pressure on his side. You gauge how he reacts and you know how he gets when you fret over him and you’re afraid you might have angered your host.
“Not important,” Nanami stubbornly stated, but he saw how the wrinkle in between your brows becomes prominent before walking away.
“I didn’t mean to pry,” you whisper and straighten up to walk away from the kitchen.
Silence ruled over you both as you fall into line with helping him make some rolled eggs and rice. He glances over every once in while, keeping his hard pressed lips together, he focuses on how delicate you’re chopping the chives. Your hands, he’s noticed, are calloused over from your trade in the medical field.
“I’ll leave tomorrow,” you say to him. “I found a hotel near the memorial services building.”
You take your plate once your dish is finished and sit on the table waiting for him. You eat together, he didn’t try to make much small talk, but you say some hurtful words.
“I never backed away, so why?”
Your voice cracked a bit when the plates were placed in the sink.
“Because you don’t deserve to use your talents on people like me,” he stands behind you, wrapping an injured arm around your waist, you’re pulled into his chest. “Can’t lose you too.”
Your hearts hammer like a forger beats the metal into a fine shield. You can feel his pulse practically race through this veins in his forearm around your waist. He whispers he’ll be back no later than six-thirty.
You think nothing of it as the day progresses even going so far as to cancel the hotel reservations. The services are day after next, so you don’t have much time left with Nanami before your life would be filled with aunts and would be retired uncles from your father’s side who’s ask awkward questions. Your cousins though? They’re immature and annoying, but the worse part? Everyone would ask you if you’re married yet, expecting, or trying to out you as many believe you’re not as you define yourself. Surely, family can be invasive, but yours is a whole other level. Hence why you being Nanami to these functions growing up or at least steal away to ditch the gatherings and hang out with him at his dorm room halfway across the prefecture.
Even now, as you don your ceremonial robes for the hybrid family traditions, he leans against the door way connecting his room to yours. The bathroom light backlights your frame as he hums in approving. Communicating with Nanami has improved, but you are reminded by him to move one stone at a time before moving a whole beam. He said that old saying of your grandmother to you when you introduced him to her in her flower shop. Nanami offered to help with the chores one afternoon and you, you decided it would be a good trial run before introducing your new friend from the middle school you started would be worked into your everyday life. Things did go well, or at least you thought they did until graduation day. His parents were a no-show, and your parents thought it was a bit awkward having him stand next to you for photos until the family matriarch decided to show up and pose for photos with him claiming how much she loved her future grandchild-in-law. The embarrassing situation was swept under the rug for the later half of the next fifteen years: in that time, you two grew up and apart especially with your residency being in the United States and he would continue his studies here in Japan. Only now, after a death in the family has returned you to your home soil do you stand before the boy you liked-maybe even dared to love-and he adjusts his spectacles to see you clearly.
"Think this is too much?" you tilt your head this way and that as he notices the bronze glitters of your neutral makeup.
"You look beautiful, even for a mourner," Nanami tells you as he takes your hand in his as he is to escort you per the request of the elders.
"Must you come with me?"
"Mr Iji is bringing the car around the corner," Nanami checks his phone. "And yes, if I don't, then your family might have its curse clinging to you."
Last night, after his shift on your second night with him, he walks into the kitchen to see you reading a few debriefings. Some were inscribed with the year of your second year and you meet his eyes when you finish reading about the Haibara-case.
"You're crying," Nanami states this easily as he dries your cheeks with a kerchief.
"Why didn't you tell me? Is this what you didn't want me to see?" You hold his wrist. "Min, please answer me."
He sighs, nodding with a head bowed in some form of shame. You move to the bedroom where he chooses to open up to you and tell you what you need to know.
"Just the facts?" you try to plead, but even your pout is enough to make anyone cave, but he doesn't budge although he did think about how your line of work in the medical examiner's office at the morgue could use some of the details to be familiarized.
Both of you stay up all night, crying together, laughing at Gojo's antics and how it had affected Nanami's ways as a sorcerer, but you stay true. You're not afraid of him nor his talents. To the outside world, he is Nanami Kento, director of sales from 9am-5pm, but only after six on the weekends, does he dabble in sorcery.
"Your family is experiencing tremendous amounts of grief," Nanami is pragmatic for sticking close to you. "Curses feed on raw negative human emotions. I'm going with you to the service tomorrow night."
Currently, Mr Iji's car is seen around the curb as you step in like before. Your family has no idea you were going to bring Nanami with you, yet when you are dropped off by him at the memorial service hall, he extends his arm to you. You greet your elders together and you bow to your godmother who's freshly widowed. As you console her, Nanami waves a hand in the air with such finesse you think he was a tea servant trainer in another life. Regardless, you chalk it up to his spectacles that help with seeing the other wordly parasites.
"...and you brought Nanami?" your godmother asks.
You nod. "He wanted to come. Mentioned he stopped by uncle's tie shop before the incident with the break in."
You motion for Nanami to come over and your godmother hugs him after he gives her a slight bow and condolence greeting.
"You were the only person who loved that pattern," she states, chuckling. "My husband fought very hard to keep that least selling item in stock because of you, and for that, I thank you."
She bows to him and cups your face.
“You remind me of us: a worrier and a warrior, praying for the the other to be kept safe.”
“Auntie, it’s—”
Nanami kisses your hairline and your words escape you.
“Exactly as you say, ma’am. C’mon, your mom’s looking over here…”
It’s unbelievably effortless as she hugs you and him. Her brother’s photo is on the offering table, lookin at you three. Your father is outside smoking with a few work friends from his gallery.
“How is dad? He was close to uncle Rob, wasn’t he?” You ask.
Nanami stands a little off to the side between you and your mother as he eyes your father’s boys club. Some of them make obscene hand signs admiring your curves as you had filled in while abroad. You’re not paying attention until Nanami snakes his arms around your back to whisper a, “behave. I’ll be right back.”
“Huh? Oh,” your eyes follow his and see your father and uncle’s shared friend group eying you disrespectfully. “Thank you.”
Nanami walks outside and he has a stern face while your mom nudges your arm.
“He’s a good one, I can tell ever since you told me about him,” she laughs.
“Mother,” you rolls your eyes and she ushers you to the offering table where you pick a plum & leave it at the alter for your uncle.
Meanwhile, Nanami puts the respect back on your name as the fools your father would have allowed to fuck you if you so wish were getting an earful from your friend.
“What makes you think you could ‘ave a go, huh?” Your father’s cigarette hangs low. “Y’know that kid of mine stems from a Yakuza-driven family on both sides.”
“And I hunt devils for a living, curses black an smoky,” Nanami coughs before covering his nostrils with his handkerchief. He smirks, your father can tell before insulting the young man further. You nearly drop your plate of food you were going to being over to Nanami as you heard your father call him a derogatory nickname for a half-blood person.
“Nanami, call Mr Iji. We’re leaving," you reach out to hold his hand. Your father chuckles as he hurls one more insulting dig in your direction and you pause your steps.
Marching up to your father, you rudely withdraw the cigarette from his lips, and put it out on his eye. He yells at you bellowing a hit order and banning summons, standing tall, you are so close to punching him in the jaw, but you did get his henchmen in the nose.
"Do not dare insult him again," you are filled with iron and vinegar. "Lest you forget who is the true seat holder to your puppet king. Nanami, let's go. We're done here."
In the heat of the moment, Nanami kisses you with finality, murming a, "Yes ma'am."
So here you were, hours later, three orgasms deep with the blonde man. You're breathing unevenly, panting, praises in feeling full and satisfied. Nanami's hips matches yours, you feel him tensing as he shyly hides in the crook of your neck and he tells you the story of his latest injuries.
"It's ok," you whisper, hotly into his mouth. "You're with me now, we're here...balls deep in this cavernous pussy which was always going to be here...ngh!~that's the spot, baby."
Nanami glistens in the sunlight peeking through his blinds. It's dawn and he cums with a little more encouragement; he slumps forward, clutching you to his chest. You too are a dewy mess, your ear turns to his bare chest and you listen to his heartbeat.
Hours later, you yawn before climbing into his bed again with the new sheets spread out, Nanami finishes his pre-sleep routine. He took the initiative to change the soiled sheets while you were in the shower, washing yourself clean from the rousing bedroom activities. You were joined a few minutes later with a bare Nanami. He remains a silent protector, a man of few words, but he is gentle and caring like you were made of fine porcelain- his hands were lightly scrubbing you, kneeling down to wash your front clean, both with his tongue and loofa. He made you believe heaven can be found within the tiles with him worshipping you like a slave moth to its sacred fire. Impossible to even try to focus to return the favor, he forgives you because you did the most basic of things to warrant this type of love: "You gave your father an order and made an example of his asshole crew."
Nanami Kento emerges from the shower room, steam rising from his nude body. Your eyes rake his body low to high, head to toe, as he dresses himself in his pajamas post dragging the boxer briefs over his thighs higher to his waist.
"I can hear you undressing me again," he muses when he pulls an undershirt over his body.
"You caught me," you chuckle back.
"Are we going to talk about this?"
The blonde lays in a relaxed position before you leaned into him, starting the ministrations of tracing his scars with your fingertips lightly. Nanami hums prompting you to answer.
"We always used to have sleepovers as children, why would it be weird now?"
"Because," Nanami tilts your head up to look at him. "You've had my heart packed in your suitcase since you left almost a decade ago. "
"You finally caught up to me, huh?"
You smile when Nanami leans forward to kiss you-it's simple and passionate. The curtains block this part of the universe where a humble doctor and a sorcerer melt into each other creating another realm of possibilities as their relationship blooms fresh.
Months later, you arrive to your new flat a few minutes away from the hospital that hired you. You sit down with a new case file handed in to you by a colleague. Nanami has yet to come home from a surveillance mission with one of Gojo’s students, yet you spoke too soon into the air when Nanami knocks on your door. You open it as he slumps forward saying his days might be numbered because of a patch-faced curse.
“Mahito’s alive?”
You escort him to your couch right away to administer first aid as necessary. A stitch or three were needed when you peeled his bloodied shirt off him.
“You knew him?” Nanami winces when he breathes between your hands sewing him shut. Again for the second time in four days.
“Mahito was one of the old hit men my great grandparents hired. They didn’t know he was a curse at all, maybe a misguided youth, but yeah…he’s clearly had work done and had become stronger.”
You nod saying you’re done with the stitching as Nanami holds your hand delicately in his.
“You should have told me,” he half smiles, weak from the day’s battle.
“I have a case file that you might be interested in reading with me. This body was exhumed around the turn of the century. Look familiar?”
The corpse on the slab from back then looked eerily similar to Mahito’s playfully long nose and long silvery hair.
“He died with a smile on his face after razing his town to the ground…” Nanami reads the report. “He was sealed and then unsealed?”
Nodding you out the first aid kit aside and sit on Nanami’s lap for a few moments, putting the sealing cream on a gauze strip and taping over the stitches.
“He was, yes. But this is why,” you pause to cup his face when you were done. “I tell you to be careful.”
Nanami kisses your inner palms.
“I’ll come home to you a little shaken.”
“Not stirred?”
“You’re so quick witted…,” he nips your jaw playfully flirtatious.
“I’m the sitting leader of a branch of the mafia thanks to my uncle passing who, by the way, left me in charge because I knew a sorcerer…”
My uncle’s will is next to his photo. Right next to it? There is a small vase of forget-me-nots that Nanami gifted me with. We stay on the couch for a little longer, talking about the future, the present, and a little about the past: we feel invincible when we’re this close to each other. What we do not know is how long we have left especially when there are plenty of curses who have their eyes on us around this part of the city.
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i’m so sorry in advance for being an obnoxious Catholic for a minute, but i wanted to offer all the fabulous fanartists drawing Jonathan Harker some info you may not know:
in order for a cross to be considered a crucifix, it HAS to have Jesus hanging on it. so if you aim for Perfect Accuracy in your art, you gotta include a Suffering Little Guy on the necklace that sweet old lady gave Harker
Jonathan also mentions beads on this necklace and i think refers to the necklace as a rosary once or twice? If it is a rosary, that means it’s a specific prayer tool that follows a very specific arrangement for its beads, and that the crucifix hangs from an extra dangly bit, like so:
(id in alt text)
Now, in my (USA-assimilated) Irish Catholic congregation growing up, it was considered pretty gauche to wear a rosary like a necklace, so i personally tend to imagine Harker’s crucifix as a normal necklace that just happens to have some decorative beads around it. But I know that there are Catholics out there who do wear rosaries and hey, you gotta do what you gotta do to protect yourself (or the poor pathetic Anglican who stumbles into your village) from the big bad vampire
anyway yeah tl;dr, crucifix = cross with Jesus nailed to it. Yeah it’s weird and gruesome, so i’m not judging artists who decide not to add that to their fanart — i just wanted to share the info so you can make an intentional decision as you create your fabulous work!
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Love in the Air - Soundtrack
I was asked by @gillianthecat for my thoughts on the Love in the Air soundtrack. This is not going to be as long or as in depth as my previous post about the soundtrack in Old Fashion Cupcake (here) because I honestly can’t bring myself to rewatch any of the episodes of this show. I enjoy it for what it is, and...that’s all I’ll say on the matter.
***Disclaimer! I am not a musician, I am not an expert, I am just a person who likes soundtracks. This is just my opinion and you are more than welcome to disagree with it.
The LITA soundtrack has baffled me each week because I do genuinely enjoy the music in the show, but I don’t think the soundtrack works. It’s not good. And this is something that I sort of talked about in my OFC post when trying to determine if a soundtrack is good. The music in LITA is excellent, don’t get me wrong, I love me a good piece of classical music. Some of my favorite songs of all time are classical pieces (please someone listen to Scheherazade and love it as much as I do). So if LITA has good music, why don’t I say it has a good soundtrack? Because it doesn’t fit the show. The music, while good doesn’t match the scenes that it’s being used for. A few times the music has even taken me out of the show (only once or twice but still). The purpose of a soundtrack is the set and/or match the tone of the show and it fails in LITA.It should never, ever be take the audience out of the show entirely (*stares at that scene in the kitchen where Payu sings to Rain* what was that)
To me, it feels like the music producer of the show found some classical pieces that sort of fit the scenes and then just threw them in the show and let it play. There might have been some arrangement that happened to some of the pieces to help the music fit the scene better, but the one example I can think of for that actually I think made it worse than if they had just kept the song how it was originally arranged. (See mini analysis here). Just because the music is good, doesn’t mean it works for a soundtrack. The one scene that I can think of off the top of my head that had a song that actually worked was the scene with Rain and Payu in the bathtub. The song mimicked the rain that Rain (lol) waited for Payu in as well as the water pouring over them in the tub and Payu rinses/washes Rain. The song builds until we get to the culmination of Rain’s feelings, he says he forgives Payu and leans in for a kiss. The song leads perfectly into their sex scene where the original arrangement at the original tempo would have worked much better. They are already hot and heavy at that point, there is no need to slow down the pace. Especially when the show is naturally doing that with silence already. When Payu and Rain slow down themselves, the music backs off so much it’s almost imperceptible that it’s still playing. And I have sensitive ears. It’s a gorgeous piece, it just doesn’t work for the scene the way they did it.
Nothing in this soundtrack feels deliberate like it was chosen/composed specifically because it fit the show. The soundtrack is for what the show thinks it is instead of how the show actually is. Did I go into LITA expecting a killer soundtrack? No. It’s a MAME show. I went in with low expectation for pretty much everything, including soundtrack. Now I’m in the weird situation where I’m saying that the show has a bad soundtrack, but I highly encourage people seek out the songs in the show because they are actually really fucking good. So tldr; LITA has good music, but a bad soundtrack. Just because classical music is fantastic and can seamlessly blend into the background of the show doesn’t mean the piece is necessarily a good fit for the soundtrack. The job of the soundtrack is tonal and LITA is ultimately a MAME show so honestly, kudos to the people that put together the soundtrack for even making an attempt at it.
#love in the air#love in the air the series#love in the air bl#rae does music analysis#like i said feel free to disagree with me but respectfully please#i'm always open to hear other opinions#i have other issues with this show but again i know it's MAME#i knew what i was signing up for#also this is technically the second day of musical analysis#i have one post for every day this week
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OOC: mourning is not linear (CW: talk of paranormal stuff and death)
So, I'm not entirely sure where to start with this.
Both my maternal grandparents passed in the first half of 2018. It was sad, but they were both quite old, and I'm honestly glad they passed before the Plague hit.
Fast forward to like a year or two ago. I've been into paranormal stuff on and off my whole life. I got back into it because a friend was all "dude, you need to watch Hellier. It'll blow your mind." Hellier is a docuseries that follows a group of people who investigate, well, spooky shit. Ghosts and cryptids and haunted objects and stuff. Specifically, this group investigates a bunch of weird spooky stuff happening in Hellier, Kentucky. You got cave goblins, connections to Mothman, Ufonauts, stuff like that. Cool, creepy stuff. Watched the series several times.
Today, I saw the Hollywood movie The Mothman Prophecies for the first time. And looking at the stuff in the movie from the book that gets referenced and investigated in Hellier, I suddenly had a pervasive thought - my grandfather would have LOVED this shit.
I was told once or twice, growing up, that my grandfather had been director of a UFO investigation group back in the 70's and 80's. I reached out to my mom today and asked her if Pop had ever mentioned Ufonauts, Mothman, or Indrid Cold. She couldn't remember, but she said she'll reach out to her siblings to see if they do.
Now for more spooky shit: I'm kind of a medium. I don't have "powers" or anything, I don't advertise, I don't have abilities on command. It's like if a typical person is a cell phone with no sim card, and I'm a cell phone with a glitchy sim card, where it usually doesn't work but sometimes does, but I can't control it. And I connect with a deceased person I have a connection with. I get messages through dreams. More often lately, though, are pervasive thoughts and memories. A thought that just won't go away until I say "okay, I hear you, I get it."
Once, it was the memory of a family friend's father's funeral from several years ago. It just kept bugging me, sticking to me, so I told my dad. He told me that the friend's mother just died and I should call him. So I did. I told the friend about my pervasive thought. He told me it was comforting, because he had been debating having a flower arrangement for his mother's funeral signed from her husband. My thought, my vision, confirmed what he wanted to do. He interpreted it as "yes, include me."
Another time, a distant friend in our community had terminal cancer. I wasn't close to him, but he was well known and loved in our community. One day, out of nowhere, I get another pervasive thought - "I don't want to die, I'm afraid of leaving my wife behind. Who will care for my wife?" I couldn't shake the thought. It was so sad. A few hours later, I got confirmation that the friend had passed. I hadn't known that his health had taken a turn for the worse - I only knew he was terminal, but didn't know how much time he'd had left. I shared the vision with my wife and she said that the friend's biggest concern was how his wife would feel, and if she'd be taken care of.
Today, while watching/discussing the Mothman and Hellier stuff, the pervasive thought happened - that Pop would have loved all this. Couldn't shake it. Had watched and talked about this kind of stuff before, maybe had a passing thought that Pop might enjoy this, but never so strongly, never such a sticky thought.
So yeah. I reached out to my mom, she didn't have any information, and now I'm kind of mourning again.
My grandfather and I didn't get along super well. We were civil, but we didn't see eye to eye a lot. I saw myself as a better writer as a teen, as he was also a writer, and while I was polite enough not to say it, I was definitely feeling superior and on my high horse. When he brought up UFO stuff, I was more of a skeptic.
Today, I mourn that I was immature and took our time for granted. I mourn that we couldn't share this super cool thing together. That I wasn't able to create an opportunity to bond. That I didn't create an opportunity to bond.
I feel like with my other-worldly sensitivity and his history, we could have bonded. Had our own Hellier-esque investigations. Maybe made my grandmother roll her eyes before saying "well, at least they're having fun."
Mourning is not a one-time thing, and it's not linear.
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9 & 17 from the meta oc asks for wolfgirl and wilhelm?
aa thank u these looks fuuun
In a group dynamic, what kind of role does the oc usually fill? Are they a worry wart? A troublemaker? The straight man?
wolfgirl: shes probably the closest thing to the straight man in the main trio but only because wilhelm and lucy are each such uniquely weird and chaotic people. really shes more like the group cynic. she is less interested in being a part of whatever Shenanigans the other two, or at least pretends to be, so she comes off as more responsible by default.
wilhelm: instigator, problem creator, eccentric genius but heavier on the eccentric than the genius. imo the biggest challenge an immortal vampire can face is boredom. the second biggest challenge is not getting so determined to never be bored that you forget that your friends arent immortal and cant keep joining you to do things thatd shorten a normal persons lifespan by proximity alone.
List/describe up to five tropes that apply to your oc. They could be related to the oc's characterization or their narrative arc.
wolfgirl:
only known one of their kind. while theyre sometimes thought to be a kind of werewolf or other animal shifter, signs point to the possibility that wolfgirl is something else entirely, something that no one else seems to be familiar with and which alienates them somewhat even in community of monsters.
hidden troubled past. shes kind of naturally private person and doesnt take respond well to folks who try to pry into her business, much less her personal history. even wilhelm, who knew her for years before they met lucy, only knows vague details from the time before he met her.
haunted by guilt. when under enough stress or encountering specific triggers wolfgirl sometimes experiences hallucinations of the guardian she killed while escaping his captivity.
working out their emotions. at wilhelm's suggestion(/insistence) wolfgirl took up playing the drums basically as an excuse to hit things in a contained, non-destructive way.
the reliable one, by default. already p much explained above. wilhelm is impulsive and prone to fixation and lucy is in a lot of ways still new to the world, which makes wg regularly worry about them being taken advantage of, us much as they'd deny it.
wilhelm:
careless immortal. as alluded to above, wilhelm doesnt spare a lot of concern for potential risk or danger. vampires in this world are immortal and fast healing. however they are not invulnerable to all forms of harm, such as illness, intoxication, exhaustion, magical affliction, poisoning, etc. they just wont die from them. but trying to convince wilhelm he probably shouldnt be consuming nothing but energy drinks is still an uphill battle.
jilted ex. wilhelm has long ongoing beef with his sire, charlotte, who is also his ex-gf/fiance?? kinda? once upon a time they were supposed to run away together and be in love for all eternity, but then wilhelm realized she was kind of a possessive toxic weirdo who turned him without his consent so she wouldnt have to give him up to his arranged-fiance. after hundreds of years theyve found themselves accidentally in the same city and neither of them is very happy about it.
left at the alter. if you count promising to run away with charlotte, wilhelm has a current record of two fiances ditched within days before the wedding date. which isnt that many, but its weird that it happened twice.
virtuoso. immortality gives a guy a lot of time to practice a lot of different instruments. he has the longest history with classical piano and cello but is personally much more into darkwave and post-punk and weird experimental electronic shit of all kinds. he has cultivated a musical style one can only describe as "relentless".
pest best bud. he will be your friend whether you like it or not. and you may not! wilhelms kind of a handful, he has a big personality and isnt one to read the room, but hes the kind of person that like if you let him in, or he finds a way to get under your skin regardless, youre friends for life. wont stop him from being a little annoying tho.
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Meta OC Questions
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Uuhh you’ve really just outed your actual disregard for ethically deranged cockles tinhatting by admitting to having seen and discussed proof of misha and Jensen’s living arrangements when you could finally cheer they mish ‘came out’ about it with the blankey text, now that you’re posting thinly-veiled humble brags that his COWORKER HAS BEEN FOLLOWING YOU... tf happened to “don’t talk about cockles to cockles”? You are getting creepy.
this ask is fucking hysterical for multiple reasons.
1. you've either just creeped through a couple months of my blog to gather this information OR you've been sitting and stewing on it for quite a while until you were able to formulate this weird ass GOTCHA.
2. the person i spoke to who had knowledge of jensen and misha's cohabitation was not affiliated with cockles themselves. they are one of my desticule mutuals on here, who happens to have been part of a group with far more information than i have. i did not actually SEE any of this proof, i was just told some specifics that had been common knowledge in the aforementioned group. i found out about all of it the night of the blankey text.
3. you seem to be implying that the person i spoke to to confirm that jensen and misha lived together is wil wheaton.
4. i have been mutuals with wil wheaton for literally years. i became aware that he was following me in like 2018 or 2019, but i have no idea when he first followed me, i just know it was sometime before that. and - this part is crucial - i had no idea that wil and misha were friends until after the bridgewater podcast announcement. i had no idea that they'd ever even spoken.
5. i have never talked to wil wheaton about cockles. believe me, the awareness that wil has seen me talking about cockles is mortifying enough, i would never actually bring it up in conversation. i've talked to wil exactly twice, and neither time had anything to do with spn. he was very sweet, and even if i had known that he was friends with misha, i would never put him on the spot by asking him to divulge personal information about his friend.
6. i have not ~humble bragged~ about it, you cretin. stop assuming the worst of people.
7. it's so funny that you're calling me "creepy" because i have actually been one of the last to know about cockles living together and misha and wil being friends. i just sit here in my little sandbox while other people trade insider info and i'm totally ignorant until it crosses my dashboard.
8. to reiterate, I DID NOT ASK WIL WHEATON ABOUT COCKLES LIVING TOGETHER. that is so fucking weird of you to even imagine!!! even if i had the shitty ethics to do that, i would never have the BALLS to do that, are you fucking kidding me.
9. you accidentally sent this ask twice, giving me the ability to answer it and block you at the same time! byeeee.
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Sometimes, when sunny visits kels house for a sleepover, (or just anyones house except for basils) the host would always wake up to:
A missing sunny (who is most likely in some weird ass place like the roof)
A sunny that it staring at you from the foot of the bed or beside it
A sunny that stares from the doorway (he stares alot)
Or
A sunny that is playing bo en my time at an unreasonable hour but at a reasonable volume (or vise versa)
Alright so a different nonnie also sent me “How many times do you think sunny scares people by staring at them from the foot of the bed / beside them when they wake up?” So I’m....combining these two XD Also if you guys like....resend things can you say they’re a resend LOL bc if I have another Cho double take situation I’m going to backflip into the sun. Also don’t resend more than twice (i’m gonna be putting that in my bio bc....yeah don’t do it makes me anxious D:)
Okay mini housekeeping thing aside! This got long it’s under a read more because it’s long, but it’s full of shenanigans, sleepovers, and our local fave cryptid Sunny
I’m going to focus this in on post-canon, because I think that Sunny’s ultimate cryptid energy flows forth in his teen years. Also I really want to include the hooligans in on this (I’m...love them)
So pre-canon Sunny and Mari’s house was the go to location for their group of six. They were almost always there, but there was some unspoken rules.
You called before you came over (Only Kel didn’t follow this rule, but he always knocked and waited patiently at the door) and you had to be invited to stay for dinner. If not you went home when Sunny’s mom called a fifteen minute warning before dinner. There was also no arguing within the house. If there was an issue that needed to be addressed, Mari and Sunny’s parents would immediately send everyone home.
Post-canon Mari is gone and the house has been sold. Hero and Kel’s house becomes the go to hang out house after that. Their house is nearly night and day to Mari and Sunny’s
Mari and Sunny’s house was always neat and tidy and very quiet. Their parents generally left the TV off and didn’t use the radio, so unless one of the two children were making noise, everything would be silent. Kel and Hero’s house is in constant motion and activity. Sally is usually either babbling or screaming, music is always playing on the radio, and their main form of communication is friendly yelling at one another. Kel and Hero’s house also has an open door policy- anyone can walk in at anytime and they all know where the spare keys are hidden.
Post-canon I see a quick friendship building between Aubrey’s gang and Basil Sunny and Kel. Hero enjoys them all, but it’s not really his scene now that he’s spent a year or so at college. He will get brought along for some adventures, and he’s always up for hanging around the house with them, but when it gets to be a bigger group he prefers to just let them have fun.
When it’s just his four kids, Hero is always a part of the group though.
OKAY ALL OF THAT BUILDUP ASIDE LETS GET TO THE ACTUAL POINT OF THIS ASK
So this is when school is in session and Hero is back at college. Kel tells Aubrey that Sunny is coming up for the long weekend, and they should all do a sleepover at his house like old times. She agrees and they arrange it with Basil. Kim overhears their plans and she has FOMO so she arranges herself to be there when they tell Basil
Normally Kel makes it a point to try and include Aubrey’s friends (who are slowly just becoming friends) but this time he just pretends she isn’t there and tells Basil to come right after school and they can drive together to get Sunny.
Kim weedles it out of Aubrey later that day when they’re alone in gym class. The reason that they didn’t immediately invite her and the others? Sunny is apparently weird at night
Kim fires back that Sunny is always a little weird, but Aubrey is being fully serious. Unfortunately all that does is make Kim more curious. She goes to find Kel afterward and half asks/half demands an invitation to the sleepover. Kel seems a little awkward about her involving herself, but he agrees that she and the others can join in if they like.
Aubrey and the others arrive
Kim soon finds out that Aubrey was 100% right. Sunny is...weird at night.
At around 10:00 pm, Sunny disappears. Basila nd Aubrey went into the kitchen to make popcorn, and Kel was busy fiddling with the TV to get the movie to start. When he turns back to the couch, he asks where Sunny is. They realize Sunny has vanished.
Aubrey and Basil come in with the bowls of snacks, and Kel asks them if they’ve seen Sunny. Basil says to check the roof.
The roof. The hooligans all laugh (Basil is a sweet kid when you get to know him, but his nerves make even his jokes strange) The other three don’t laugh. In fact Kel gets up and goes to the door.
The hooligans follow out bewildered, and Sunny is o n t h e r o o f. CASUALLY. JUST THERE PETTING AN ORANGE CAT WHO IS LOUNGING PURRING NEXT TO HIM. AND KEL AND AUBREY AND BASIL DONT REACT??? Kel just waves?? and Sunny waves back???
“We’re gonna watch Insidious now, I know you haven’t seen that one before. Wanna come in?” “Kay” “Do you want to bring your cat in with you? I’ll put Hector on his leash” “Yes please”
Then the three just walk back and tell the hooligans to follow them in. Sunny got himself up so Sunny can get himself down.
It’s only the beginning of the madness. Sunny walks in holding the still purring orange cat and settles himself down in his specific corner of the couch (They were prewarned not to sit in Sunny’s spot) Aubrey cuts Kim off before she can ask about the roof, and starts the movie. Kim looks over at the cat, and it locks eyes on her, hissing.
The movie begins and Sunny will randomly speak but only to say when a character is going to die/be scared. Right before it happens. Every single time. Didn’t Kel say before that he hadn’t seen this movie?? It doesn’t matter Sunny keeps going
A ghost. A ghost. Lost in an alternate dimension by shamanic journey. It’s bizarre. The cat continues to purr a rusty old engine noise in Sunny’s lap, periodically looking at one of the hooligans and hissing, choosing a different one every time. Who’s cat is that????
They finish the movie and start to play board games. They pick monopoly and decide to divvy up into teams. Kim immediately claims Aubrey, Vance decides to go with Kel and Kel grabs Mikhael to create a trio. Charlie and Sunny silently sit beside each other, and everyone assumes that makes them a team. Angel pulls Basil to his side and they’re prepped to play the game.
Kim likes to consider herself a pretty good monopoly player, and Aubrey is a whiz with money and numbers, so she assumes they have this in the bag.
She did not account for the Sunny factor.
Sunny stares her down through the entire time. Kim is sure he doesn’t blink. She forgets to bid on auctions for properties and gives him extra rent money. They go bankrupt first, and Sunny turns his eye onto Kel who just laughs and gives Sunny finger guns. Sunny finger guns back (his face still a blank slate) and proceeds to also take all of Kel’s money.
They go to bed shortly after, and Kim is relieved. Nothing also weird can happen. Now she just has to sleep.
She wakes up in the middle of the night and adjust her position, turning over to face the other side of teh room. Four shining eyes stare back at her, catching the dim light from the kitchen. Kim shakily grabs her phone and turns on the flashlight, whirling around to see Sunny staring at her, his orange cat on top of his head.
She wakes all the rest of them with her shriek of terror. The group of four quickly settle to sleep once more, even Sunny crashing down next to Aubrey and Basil. hissing cat caught firmly in his arms.
She and the other hooligans stay up for a bit, frantically whispering about the oddness of the situation. They resolve to leave early in the morning, and to distance themselves as much as they can from...whatever Sunny is. They’re certainly glad he doesn’t go to their school anymore.
The next morning, the group of four wake up before the hooligans and cook a big breakfast. They put the phone on speaker and chat with Hero as they do so, catching up on his latest college stories. Bo en is playing from the cd player in the corner of the kitchen, kept low so as not to wake the others.
The hooligans creep downstairs and peer inside. The scene is shockingly...normal.
Sunny is still carrying his cat, but now Kel is feeding it tiny bits of bacon and it is stretching out of Sunny’s arms to reach the next delicious morsel. He’s chatting with Hero over the phone, speaking in full long sentences which is a rarity for Sunny. He even laughs quietly at a joke Hero tells.
Kim tries to translate the horror she felt last night into this morning, but it’s not there. Sunny doesn’t seem like an eldritch horror during the day. Just another teenager happy to be with people he enjoys.
Hero hangs up shortly after, and the group of four settle back into a placid silence. Aubrey breaks it by turning to the others
“I know it was weird, but I’m glad that they came for last night.” the three boys agree, and Sunny leans against the counter near Aubrey so she can scratch one hand under his cat’s neck while still flipping pancakes. When he speaks, his voice is near silent, but they all hear it anyway.
“They’re nice. They didn’t treat me different.”
The hooligans share a look and simultaneously agree to stay for breakfast.
#omori#omori headcanons#omori headcanon#omori sunny#omori basil#omori kel#omori aubrey#omori hero#mentioned lol#omori kim#omori scooter gang#hooligans#omori hooligans#cryptid sunny
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what's shot 46? should we keep an eye on that? i remember some spec that would be cas' last appearance before all the PR made people pivot to full on anxiety "he's not in the episode"
There’s a variety of potential “last” shots.
I’m still staring into the abyss of 28pt4, myself. It’s incredibly strange that they shot it early... twice... with the rest not being handled for almost two weeks. Which tells me they needed someone or something incredibly specific, close to the beginning of shooting, for that particular scene. 28pt1-3 appears to be entering and battling masked monsters in the barn, and they didn’t need whoever was there early for those parts, but they needed it for part 4. Which...
46 does fall into the possible list board range, but here’s the thing:
There are very few scenes we know what the shots ARE.
We know 47/47A are the brothers sitting around outside the impala in that cute town setting, I��ve presumed preparing their goodbyes. So yes, up to 46 would be possible. Hell, after 47 would be possible.
These are the highest possible days I can see Misha in (I know it’s 19 boards but look closely at the actual shots):
Notice 46 is there.
From 20: 11, 12, 20, 28pt4 (2x), 46.
The boards are Aug 19, Aug 21. Remember the Misha dirge he posted on the 20th saying he hadn’t been on set? Despite the dramatic zoom on the goddamn tapeball showing his colors from recent years that fandom mysteriously thinks is yellow but it’s been Green?
Here, have a Misha heavy episode:
This is the most conservative estimate of what I see out of Misha’s vancouver timeline, but only accounts for 2 days, as opposed to his original 5 day statement back in Vancouver. However, covid arrangements may have warranted shuffling and trying to bulk out as much Misha as possible early on to save on accomodations, and we ALSO know 19 & 20 are both missing about 30% of their shots, so the 3 other filming days that week may have very well even had other 20 shots, who knows?
Now, that’s again--most conservative estimate. Based on what we saw, Misha deadlined his streaming for the most part after this (in which the goddamn Van cityscape was visible outside of his window in parallel to him being in Van via Charlie before Charlie deleted lmao), and the only visual we get of him afterward was his Aug 25 post for Sam Smith (x)
The vaulted ceiling seems to change but it has the same HP Slam walls as the other unit; we have no context for this shot, but a great number of rentable extended stay suites in Van actually have these, if he rented a furnished apartment instead of a bog standard hotel to go insane in for a few weeks. And depending on the complex, can still be a relative highrise like his hotel view was.
Now, ep 20 shots don’t begin actually appearing on the board again until um... well, it starts being officially 20 Aug 28, or basically at the end of the week I consider “reasonable range”, with the Aug 25 post in mind:
The next week does not begin until Aug 31, which I am more tentative about misha being at. You can find all the QOTDs here (x)
On the second day of the week of Aug 31, they start heavily mixing 19 scenes into the boards as if to compensate for starting heavy with 20 scenes. Across all boards, both episodes are missing about 30% of their listed shots, so we have literally no idea when they were filmed.
28pt1 starts filming Sept 2, and the parts continue through the 4th.
September 11th, Misha surfaced from being invisible to the world with a roughly one week beardfuzz saying he had been on a camping trip. This would put him in range, via ~shaving~, of being at Sept 2-4, but I’m not entirely sold.
When it comes down to it, the biggest most suss thing is that the ENDING of shot 28, pt 4, was shot Aug 21, but the rest of it was shot 2 weeks later?
So despite beard being small enough to possibly have been there, I don’t think he actually was in that particular week. I could be pleasantly surprised, and you can check the quote boards if you want to consider that.
What do we know about shot 28:
Cool, it’s the barn scene where Sam and Dean are facing weird masked shadow people. So shots 1-3, they walk into a barn, get jumped, and fight shadow monsters and then *something* important enough happens that part 4 was shot weeks earlier for *reasons.* Got it.
It’s so weird that fandom seems to have missed this.
I dunno, maybe they just needed alastair to fulfill the 15.01 pennydrop and that was the day for it but I really doubt it. Considering Heyerdahl lives in BC and wouldn’t need special accomodations being paid for. He could just kinda stroll in whenever. So that’s not it. It’s not Billie, not only did she say goodbye but even if she didn’t, she also lives in Canada. In fact, most potential big players won’t need that kind of accomodation like J2M do.
Keep in mind folks: whatever leak you think you’re working on, check it closely. The original March 18 leak? Came attached to claiming Cas wasn’t even mentioned in 19 by supposedly reading the script. How did that work out? What about the spoilerglasses I chuffed off by disregarding their attempts to throw liminal script bits of 17 at me that also claimed Wayward characters were going to die brutally and disrespectfully in 19 and their friend saw it on a nearby lot? How did that turn out? What about the fact that one leak-bearer has two sources that oppositely say that there’s no Cas in 20 and another that says it’s a TFW positive ending, Cas doesn’t end up human, etc etc, and has a bunch of specs on it?
They’ve endgamed yall. And everyone acts like their basic wordplay on things like “story, show, scripts, page, fictional character” in PR would be ridiculous lies in the same show that made up an entire fake Abominable Snowman movie in the past to cover Jim Beaver coming back. Like, you’re... oh, you guys are serious, you’re actually believing this. lol ok
After that, Misha shaved again, got a haircut, mentioned traveling for his new Amazon movie from a different apartment/hotel -- an Amazon movie filming in the US, not Canada by the way -- then came back a few weeks later with a beard again, much denser than the Sept 11 beard.
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Fics Rec
Below are some of my favorite fanfics of all times. Most of them would probably be from AO3 (Archive of Our Own ) but sometimes I scout for fics outside of AO3 as well, if I find something worth reading I would put it here too.
I do read fanfics from multiple fandoms but I would make sure to include a tag so that you can know if there is any fic about your OTP in my list.
❤️Spirk (Star Trek: Spock x Jim Kirk): my favorite pairing of all times, though I prefer the AOS version to the TOS. I have read these fanfics so long ago that I can’t remember the content (so I apologize for the lack of my own comment/review) but if I bookmarked them they must have been good enough lol
Once Upon a Time (A Fairy-Tale Love Story) (by littlebirdtold): 47,461 words/6 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: In a universe with no Federation, where First COntact never happened, Jim Kirk is your average popular guy. On Christmas Eve, thanks to a series of strange events, Jim finds himself in a parallel universe where the Milky Way is under the control of an alien race and ends up as a servant in the residence of the Royal House of Vulcan. As he starts adapting to his new life, Jim’s curiosity fucks everything up - but hey, Vulcans shouldn’t have told him that he isn’t allowed to enter this wing of the palace; Jim has never been good at following rules. Or, this is the story of how Jim Kirk became a Princess (“Prince Consort, Bones!”) of the United Planets of Vulcan Kingdom.
Honestly, go read every single one of littlebirdtold’s fanfics. He/she/they are incredible and I’m still waiting for his/her/their comeback.
In the Shadows (by scifishipper): 25,202 words/4 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Mature
Summary: Accused of treason and stranded on Vulcan, Cadet Jim Kirk is offered a solution to his problems: bond with Ambassador Sarek’s son, someone he has never met. When he finally meets his betrothed at the ceremony, the Vulcan’s face is disfigured by cruel scars. Now, penniless and trapped, Jim finds himself committed to a reclusive stranger with a dark past. Has he sealed his fate forever or is there hope for the two of them to find love?
A sequence that you never learned (by annataylor): 64,624 words/14 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: When Jim gets it in his head to adopt an eight year old Vulcan, Spock presents a logical solution to the issue of Jim’s humanity: marriage to a Vulcan citizen
Logical Erotics (by EntreNous): 63,458 words/12 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Just returned from a difficult space mission and about to begin teaching at Starfleet Academy, Spock chooses a logical way to relieve stress: a sexual encounter with someone he’ll never meet again. But when Spock discovers his partner of one night is Jim Kirk, a promising new cadet at Starfleet he’s torn between his rational decision to avoid intimate relationships and his increasing fascination with Jim. As Spcok’s normally orderly life starts to spin out of control, will his obsession with Jim prove his salvation or his undoing?
The Vulcan Heart (by obsidienne): 110,110 words/15 chapter
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Where two halves make a whole...eventually. (Post-STID
I remembered that my friend recommended this fic to me and I was a bit hesitant at that time because I have never read anything this long. But it turned out to be such a great fic that I appreciated his recommendation every day.
Unexpected (by foreverandeveralone): 10,339 words/8 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Mature
Summary: Cadet Jim Kirk doesn’t understand why everyone who is not nice to him always has bad consequences. Basically, Jim doesn’t know he is dating the Vulcan version of Sylar, who never forgives anyone who does bad things to his human.
Interesting fic if you love both Star Trek and Heroes.
The Door (by Pouxin): 77,118 words/6 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Spock and Jim both have their doors. Jim wants his to be open. Spock wants his to be closed. An alternative STID things. With more literature. And esoteric faffing. And sex.
Kicked From Inside (by Stella_Notecor): 32,246 words/18 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Drugged by aliens with an aphrodisiac that impregnates males is NOT how Jim Kirk imagined falling into bed with his first mate. That’s exactly how it happens though, and dealing with the consequences - including an angry girlfriend, a pointy-eared baby, and a chief-medical-officer who’s against the whole thing - will force Jim and Spock together, whether they like it or not.
My Golden Sun/Kin-Kur Las’hark T’nash-Veh (by giddytf2): 123,262 words/30 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Warning: Mpreg
Summary: When Jim feels thet first gush of slick soaking down the inner seam of his pants, he shuts his eyes and turns his face away from Spock towards the mottled-stone wall of their solitary cell. Spock is staring at him. Spock has no idea what’s just happened, what’s just begun. Spock has no idea that their situation is about to get so much worse. Fuck, Jim thinks, curling up into a ball of bruises and ragged gold, his arms quivering and clutching his bent legs. Fuck my life for being a goddamn Omega.
(Or, a Star Trek: AOS story post-Into Darkness in a universe where both Alpha/Beta/Omega gender dynamics and pon farr exist, with Jim being an Omega going into heat and Spock experiencing his first pon farr while trapped in a cell with Jim. Oh my.
Time of Need (by sunshine (sunshinepiveh)): 33, 669 words/25 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Spock’s pon farr comes early due to the destruction of Vulcan. Nyota is unable to cope with the stark brutality she finds as reality hits home. The captain will have to take necessary actions.
Weekend Lover (by ValiantBarnes (Cimila)): 30,017 words/1 chapter
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: The one night stand Jim Kirk has with the Vulcan passing through Riverside is a welcome break from the monotony. It’s good, very good, but so fucking weird Jim’s sure he’s never gonna forget it. He’s not quite expecting to run into Spock again in san Francisco. A second one night stand turns into a weekend, turns into a lot of weekends, turns into Bones joking that he’s living half his week at Spock’s apartment. But! But, and this is very important: they’re not dating. What also turns out to be important is Spock’s job, which Jim never bothered getting the details of. Starfleet Academy Instructor and cadet?... Less fine.
❤️HotchReid (Criminal Minds: Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid): unpopular pairing but they are definitely in my top 5 pairings for sure
Don’t Ever Look Back (by kadeeleigh): 15,848 words/1 chapter
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: While on a case in California, Hotch and Reid’s secret angers Morgan
This fic features a nice amount of case investigation content, an extremely protective and slightly irrational Morgan, and a remarkably sexy and confident Dr. Spencer Reid.
Arranged Marriage (by VincentMeoblinn): 18,196 words/6 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Mature
Summary: When Reid decides to leave the BAU due to his painful crush on Hotchner, the man proposes an extreme way to avoid him leaving or them breaking the fraternization rules - by proposing
A marriage-before-romance fic. Slightly unconventional plot and relationship development (but it is fiction after all so no big deal) but generally cute.
Convergence (by Chestnut_NOLA): 33,232 words/10 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Dr. Spencer Reid, newest addition to the BAU has been dreaming of art and murder. In denial that his telepathy has returned, Spencer must work with his team and his boss Sentinel Aaron Hotchner to find the Unsub. Will love help Spencer control his gift or will the darkness in his mind destroy not only himself, but Aaron as well?
It is the second and my favorite fic in the Transference series. If you are into the fantasy genre, Sentinel/Guide bond to be specific, I highly recommend this one.
Healing Touch (by Rivermoon 1970): 21,981 words/1 chapter
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Warning: Sexual Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Mpreg
Summary: Spencer has been watching his Alpha for a while and knows something is wrong. When Aaron collapses during a case the whole team worries. What they find out about his marriage to Haley will shock all of them and when Spencer is asked to help Aaron with his recovery how will their friendship change?
The abuse part is rather brief mentioned than thoroughly described, so do not worry too much (I can’t stand extreme angst). Nice relationship development. If you like Omegaverse, give this fic a try.
Take Me Home, Country Road (by wednesdays___child): 8,698 words/1 chapter
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Aaron gets a call that his mother is not well. She wants her eldest son to bring home the pretty young doctor he’s been dating. The problem is that Aaron has failed to tell his family that the pretty young doctor is a colleague...and male
A fluff fic at its core. Cute happy ending. My to-go fic when I want to read something short and light before bed.
Lightning Only Strikes Once...Maybe Twice (by Dazeventura6): 16,433 words/1 chapter
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: While on a custodial interview Aaron and Spencer are stuck in a time loop. Can they break it? Or will they be stuck forever?
Set after the Hardwick incident. The content is something that I wish it happened in the series. A much needed fix-it fic.
Mine (by non_andare): 6,115 words/1 chapter
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Hotch has never noticed Reid before; he’s an inconspicuous Omega who naturally submits and Hotch likes his Omegas to have fire. Then Spencer starts dating another Alpha and all Hotch can think is one word. Mine.
Reid/OC is briefly mentioned but the fic is mainly about Hotch/Reid. Fluff with a bit of angst but eventually happy ending. Jealous Hotch and shy Reid is a nice combo tbh.
Criminal Bonds (by VincentMeoblinn): 26,107 words/13 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Warning: Implied/Referenced Character Death, Child Death
Summary: Reid was framed for embezzlement a year ago. Hotchner pleaded guilty to several murders. They meet in prison where reid is regularly abused by the stronger inmates until Hotch takes him under his wing
Alternate Universe where Reid is not a part of the BAU. Prison romance. Slight twist at the end but ultimately a happy ending (in my opinion)
Wolf Moon (by Ahmose_Inarus): 117,736 words/34 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Alpha Werewolf Aaron Hotchner is far from pleased when Spencer Reid joins the team...The presence of the young werewolf is not welcome...but when Hotch learns that Spencer Reid was raised by a human mother after being abandoned by his werewolf father, he takes him under his wing. And perhaps he has found more than a friend in the younger wolf...But there’s an Alpha Female in the territory who is far from please...she’s had her eyes on Aaron Hotchner for a long time, and won’t let anyone stand in her way
An Omegaverse story. A bit long but worth every minute. The relationship between Hotch and Reid is so cute that it can take my frustration (and anger) against the antagonist away.
The Librarian and the Dad (by DarkJediQueen): 9,039 words/1 chapter
Status: Completed
Rating; Explicit
Summary: It started out as a little crush. Then it became so much more.
Cute. Cute. Super cute. Part 12 of the A Universe of Meetings series, which include multiple Alternate Universe stories. Check out the whole series if you are into Alternate Universe.
Solace (by Lady Angel (dameange)): 4,701 words/1 chapter
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: A Hotchner/Reid rewrite of The Angel Maker episode
Again, a fix-it fic I would like to actually happen.
Dr. Reid and Agent Hotchner (by E_Ng714): 21,013 words/14 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Mature
Summary: The BAU has hit a rocky patch, and appears to be falling apart. There is something going on with Hotch, but no one can figure it out. Cruz orders all of them to undergo psychiatric evaluation. Dr. Reid’s presence isn’t welcome by Aaron, at least not at first.
Alternate Universe story. They are both slightly out-of-character but not too annoying. Hate to love. A bit of angst but eventually happy ending.
Forgive Me For All I Could Not Become (by DegrassiFanatic): 105,975 words/20 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences (there’s sex scenes though lol)
Summary: In which Reid has always been good at hiding things. He hid his father’s departure and his mother’s illness from social services. He hid his addiction from his team. He hid his sexuality from the world. He hid his inappropriate feelings from his boss. That is until he’s bleeding out in Hotch’s arms, in an abandoned church, in Oklahoma. From there on out, Hotch and Reid learn to make a complete mess out of each other.
Definitely in my top 10 HotchReid fanfics. I didn’t expect much when I started because I usually don’t read over-100k-word-Teen and Up Audiences-fics but this one turned out to be perfect and it literally saved me from a rough week.
A Different Kind of Solitude (by kyrdwyn): 15 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: NC-17/FRAO (For Adults Only)
Summary: When Aaron and Spencer are trapped together by an unsub, things change between them while the team searches for their lost friends.
It is said “trapped by an unsub” but honestly the situation is not that bad. I tend to think in a positive way that this is a chance for HotchReid to get together. Pretty cute and domestic fic actually.
Home you know (by jetplane): 14,030 words/11 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Summary: When Reid is diagnosed with cancer, he finds himself relying on Hotch for care and support. But spending so much time together forces each man to confront the feelings he has for the other, and it’s only a matter of time before their friendship evolves into something more.
Go Home, Omega (by goobzoop)
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Warning: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, mean Hotch
Summary: Pretty much Hotch is bigoted about Omegas and Reid is let on the team cause he’s a genius, which Hotch hates, but then Reid learns to stand up for himself cause he’s super kickass and sweet and deserves the world
Oneiroi and Hephaestus (by Lady Angel (dameange)): 31,231 words/1 chapter
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: What if Reid was one of the Yellow-eyed demon’s special children?
If you like both Supernatural and Criminal Minds, this crossover fic is one to go for.
Come Undone (by EloquentDossier): 77,180 words/22 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: When Spencer Reid forgot to take his suppressants two mornings in a row, it really shouldn’t have been a big deal. He had them in his bag at the hotel, and as long as he took one that evening, he’d be fine. What he couldn;t have prepared for, however, was the lab the latest victim worked at going into an at least twenty-four-hour-lockdown while he was in it. When Aaron Hotchner was asked to aid his subordinate through what would otherwise be an agonizing heat, he’d had several reservations, one of which had been the consent issue: Omegas couldn’t legally consent to sex during heat unless it was twenty-four hours in advance. With every concern rebutted logically (because of course the Bureau had an Agent Consent form in case of emergencies), he finally agreed. Of all the possible repercussions, however, neither man expected the one they received.
Or that time no one expected the Alpha to accidentally bond to the Omega while the Omega remained unaffected.
Cursed (by Black_Lotus): 60,254 words/20 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Centuries ago Vasile Stolojan, the bastard son of Vlad the impaler, was cursed to be a Vampire. Many years later he has a new name, Aaron Hotchner, and a curator job at a prestigious museum in America but the pain he feels for his lost love remains, until he meets the new Docent, Spencer Reid, who looks exactly like his lover. Is it possible that after six hundred years the man he loves has been reincarnated?
I LOVE this fic.
Yours (by NimueOfTheNorth): 17,232 words/6 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Spencer knew what he wanted in a relationship, and after years it looked like he found everything he dreamed of in Aaron. Now; if only Aaron’s past experiences and guilt complex wouldn’t get in the way.
❤️Niam (One Direction: Liam Payne x Niall Horan): while everybody is going crazy for Stylinson and Ziam, here I am rooting for Niam lol
Break my fall (by niamcuddles): 147,428 words/15 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Mature
Summary: Being a police officer was never an easy job, Liam wouldn’t have imagined that it’d bring someone like Niall into his life and that they could ever grow so close under these circumstances. If they only would’ve known who the guy was that giving them so many sleepless nights.
With Your Love (by brainstorm): 57,448 words/8 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Summary: Liam’s life was nothing like a normal twenty-two year old guy. Raising a kid on his own was probably the hardest thing he’s ever had to face but he wouldn't change his little boy for the world. He never thought he’d find someone that was good for both him and his son, but that changed fast the day he met his son’s new teacher.
Closer (by niamcuddles): 209,765 words/20 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Niall’s pretty sure he doesn’t actually have a real crush on the rick and arrogant guy he’s been attempting to teach how to golf, but there’s something about him that just won’t allow Niall to say no. Not even when he gets made a very unexpected offer.
From the day that I met you (by niamcuddles): 272,394 words/25 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Partying and having a good time are probably two of Niall’s favorite things, he just wouldn’t have thought that a night out would end with him getting to know Liam, or that their paths would cross a lot more often than just this once. But somehow they happen to be more helpful to one another than expected.
Like the angel you are (by niamcuddles): 164,367 words/13 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Summary: To be honest, Niall has already given up on his life ever getting any better, he’s used to being on his own and not being looked after, so maybe not even a way too caring stranger can help change that.
Too Much Too Soon (by brainstorm): 47,353 words/3 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Mature
Summary: Niall stands up for himself for the first time ever but things don’t turn out the way he wanted them to and he finds himself struggling between the way he’s always been or the way he wants to be. It’s a matter of time to know who’ll win, his mind or his heart. (sequel to “For You, My Love”)
Like the air I’m breathing (by niamcuddles): 81,307 words/1 chapter
Status: Completed
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Summary: Niall is four years younger than Liam and he is sick of being the little brother, that is until Liam suddenly finds a girlfriend and cuts Niall out of his life completely.
Now we are (by niamcuddles): 143,082 words/15 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Mature
Summary: Liam’s kind of keeping a busy schedule right now, his whole life seems to basically only consist of work and studying, so what he really can’t need at this time are friends who constantly want to hang out, but above that, 19 year ole uni students who can’t take no as an answer.
For what it’s worth (by niamcuddles): 120,800 words/10 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Mature
Summary: Liam has trouble figuring out his life and what he really can’t stand are loud, talkative and clingy people, but he would’ve never thought that getting rid of Niall could be this hard.
Something I need (by niamcuddles): 87,735 words/5 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Summary: 16 years is a very long time, but Niall still remembers all the things he and Liam have gone through together
❤️Gramander (Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them: Original Percival Graves x Newt Scamander): I honestly don’t remember how I stumbled into this couple fandom but they do have several great fics. For some reason I only bookmark this one though.
Here We Are (by Miss_Lv): 22,177 words/1 chapter
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Warning: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mpreg
Summary: Percival had long given up on the idea that he would find an omega mate, he ver seemed to fit what they were seeking in a husband, always too rough, not gentle enough. But then he meets Newt Scamander and the omega is utterly perfect to him, with his shy smiles and tendency to run headlong into danger. Catching vipers in his hands and keeping nifflers for company, Newt is nothing like the typical demure omega and Percival is lost before he can even think to resist.
❤️Jack O’Neill x Daniel Jackson (Stargate SG-1): Like I don’t even know their ship name for real…
I Walk Alone...No More (by Joy): 17,955 words/1 chapter
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Daniel finds love in another universe. Quantum Mirror Story.
Even though it was not original Daniel and original Jack ending up together, but in the end it was still Jack and Daniel, and I was happy with the ending.
Pulling Threads (by Joy): 13,241 words/1 chapter
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Daniel’s place in the world seems to be going nowhere. After what happened with The Others, sending him back, he’s got some thinking to do about what happens next. Does he go to Atlantis, forget about Earth? Or stay at the SGC in a role he’s not entirely sure is his. Then Jack invites him to dinner and his future is changed forever.
Civilians (by LadyRa): 46,557 words/1 chapter
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: AU ending to Point of View. What if the AU Samantha hadn’t been willing to let go of Jack?
Instinct (by AuroraNova): 27,783 words/10 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Daniel Jackson is an unconventional, career-focused omega. It’s going to take one special alpha to win him over. Jack O’Neill is determined to be that alpha.
Strange Interlude (by ELG): 228,960 words/4 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Daniel discovers that in other universes not only the uniforms are different… Jack and Daniel’s friendship has been under strain for some time but when Daniel is kidnapped by an AU Teal’c very different from our own, it’s up to Jack to save him. An AU Jack, however, complicates the situation considerably.
❤️Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan (I ship Stucky so as a matter of fact, I ship the actors as well)
Sugar Daddy (by orphan_account): 91,139 words/17 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Sebastian is a broke and abandoned college kid trying to scrape up enough money to pay for rent and tuition. When he meets Chris, an accomplished architect who takes him under his wing, he doesn’t understand what his friends keep calling him until he looks it up for himself.
❤️Harringrove (Stranger Things: Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington)
Bite Your Tongue And Choke Yourself To Sleep (by trashcangimmick): 21,173 words/5 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Steve is going to grad school in Chicago. Life is comfortable. Life is stable. Steve is doing great and he really wishes everyone would stop asking.
Set the Record Straight (by MischiefManaged97): 35,054 words/14 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Steve was a little nervous about making things right with Billy after their fight. Steve just wants to apologize and relax, but Billy may have other ideas.
You’re the best I’ve ever had; you’re the worst I’ve ever had (and thet keeps fuckin’ with my head) (by determinedlove): 52,697 words/14 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Warning: Mpreg, Intersex
Summary: Steve Harrington loved his status in the world and his life. He had great friends and babysat two amazing kids (but don’t tell them he said that). So what if he couldn’t sleep in his room sometimes because the house was just too damn big and the quiet didn’t help keep the nightmares at bay. So what if the new guy at school was everything he had been warned away from? He could play the game just as well as he could. But then Will goes missing. And the new guy proves to be everything people warned him about and so much more when no one else is around.
❤️Namjin (BTS: Kim Namjoon (RM) x Kim Seokjin (Jin)): These two are just so adorable together.
Pack Mentality (by resonae): 9,452 words/1 chapter
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Namjoon is possessive.
The Professor’s Wife (by EquinoxSolstice): 12,163 words/1 chapter
Status: Completed
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Summary: Everybody knew Professor Kim was already married. It was actually the first thing they asked the man during the first day of classes, with one brave student asking the question out loud for everyone to hear. The older man responded with deep dimples and a raised left hand, letting everyone see the plain, silver band glittering on his ring finger. But, as one Jeon Kungkook found out, they were all completely, terribly wrong. What? The Professor didn’t say he had a wife.
Why Three is Better Than Two (by lulublue1234): 35,298 words/23 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Mature
Summary: Seokjin is a bit of a stalker. Smitten with a Father-son duo. Where Yoongi is the most adorable child ever created.
The Shaman and the Exorcist (by metastacia): 145,258 words/20 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Mature
Summary: Seokjin doesn’t believe in ghosts. Which would cause a huge uproar if everyone knew since he’s kind of a big deal at his university; he’s a shaman who protects people from evil spirits. He doesn’t remember where he got the idea to do this from, all he knows is that superstitious people pay good money. Namjoon does believe in ghosts. Better yet, he can see them and he can expel them. But there’s a certain honey shaman at his university who’s stealing all his clients in his exorcism business, and he’s not happy about it because haunted people pay good money. So, what do they do? Figure out whose closet is holding all the skeletons, of course.
Fate Led Me To You (Now Let me Love You) (by MinMinnieMin): 58,382 words/15 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Mature
Summary: Seokjin did not believe he’d ever have a happy ending. How many happy endings did you ever hear an unmated Omega with a child have? But fate is a funny thing. What’s meant to be will always find its way. And Kim Namjoon tries his best to get Seokjin to see that. Because of fate, they found each other.
❤️Broyo (Prodigal Son: Gil Arroyo x Malcolm Bright): I seem to have a soft spot for couples with noticeable age difference
To be Normal (by holyfudgemonkeys (erraticallyinspired)): 70,399 words/26 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Warning: Mpreg
Summary: Malcolm has a terrible encounter while out trying to be ‘normal’ and get roofied. He doesn’t report it and tries to move on but winds up pregnant. He turns to Gil for support who is there with open arms. As they work through the choices Malcolm has to make and Gil is just there more and more their relationship evolves into something more intimate and romantic than either of them could ever have planned for.
❤️Hannor (Detroit: Become Human: Hank Anderson x Connor): Again, another couple with considerable age difference
Arrival (by coffee666): 83,075 words/7 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Hank just wanted help around the house for Cole. He never expected such a goofy thing that laughed and hummed and protected Cole with all of his being. Connor is not like other androids - but neither of them truly know how deep those differences go.
The Opposite Life (by Speckeh): 38,612 words so far
Status: Incompleted (9/10 chapters)
Rating: Explicit
Summary: 17 years and 9 months ago, Connor decided to start his own family, alone. He falls in love with the voice sample of Donor 55719, as the mysterious man talks about a mundane life. It’s everything he wished for. After 17 years of loving the two minute voice sample that fathered his children, what will Connor do when that voice suddenly appears in his life?
By Default//By Design (by Make_It_Worse): 9,211 words/1 chapter
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Connor, an overworked clothing designer, who is also a huge brat. Hank, an HK800 android model, who isn’t having any of it.
❤️Hannigram (Hannibal: Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham)
With a Crown of Stars (by thehoyden): 33,536 words/7 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: When the call connects, Will says, “I know what kind of crazy I am, but I’m not this kind of crazy.”
“Will?” Dr. Lecter says.
“Yes, hi, sorry,” Will says. “It’s me. There’s a baby on my porch.”
Taken for Rubies (by emungere): 76,842 words/20 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Warning: Crossdressing, Feminization
Summary: Will invites Hannibal over for dinner. Hannibal brings him wine and flowers. A dissection of their pasts and the slow convergence of their domestic lives.
❤️Rinch (Person of Interest: John Reese x Harold Finch)
Pallas’s Rosefinch (by elbowsinsidethedoor): 55,536 words/25 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Warning: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics
Summary: Harold needs John. John needs Harold. And that’s the way I like it!
Difficult To Name aka Titles Are Difficult (by elbowsinsidethedoor): 51,710 words/17 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: John is a retired pro who comes back for a special client. For those who fear a BDSM themed story, please note that this is a tender love story.
Milk and Cream (by hallulawy): 33,388 words/6 chapters
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Warning: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Out-of-character
Summary: Story between John (Alpha, 35, general practitioner) and Harold (Omega, 27-ish, entrepreneur, five-month-pregnant). They are not married (yet).
❤️Noah Reid x Dan Levy (They play Patrick and David in Schitt’s Creek if you don’t know)
Fries Before Guys (by wildxwired): 29,065 words/1 chapter
Status: Completed
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Six weeks ago, Home (on a) Plate showed up in front of the MTV building in West Hollywood and started providing the locals with quite possibly the most amazing and inventive variations of grilled cheese sandwiches and cheese fries every Monday and Thursday, between the hours of 12 and 2. It wasn’t just the melt -in-the-mouth gooey goodness that had people clambering around the truck, or the insanely fair prices that were usually nowhere to be found on the rest of the street food in LA, but the fact that this was all served up by some hazel eyed specimen with the forearms of a god probably didn’t hurt either.
#star trek#star trek aos#spirk#spock#jim kirk#hotchreid#Criminal Minds#aaron hotchner#spencer reid#one direction#niam#liam payne#niall horan#gramander#percival graves#newt scamander#stargate sg1#jack o'neill#daniel jackson#broyo#gil arroyo#malcolm bright#bts#namjin#kim namjoon#kim seokjin#harringrove#billy hargrove#steve harrington#chris evans
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Current WIPs and Fic Concepts
I promised I would do this yesterday, and then I forgot!!! (I was very sleep deprived). Anyways, here are a bunch of the WIP premises that I have in my 'unfinished drafts' folder. Most have at least a few pages written for them, but I love them all! ☺️💕
- A Santa Clarita Diet AU (Jonsa) Takes place in sunny southern California, where a shitty dinner at a mediocre restaurant turns into a huge problem for Jon and Sansa when Sansa's heart stops beating. Although she seems fine, Jon is flabbergasted several days later as he watches his wife- who alphabetizes their pantry and refuses to let anyone wear shoes in the house- rip the throat out of one of the sleazy new partners at their law firm, eating half of him before anyone processes what's going on. Hilarity ensues as Sansa's inhibitions and filter disappear, Arya ropes an extremely confused Gendry into helping figure out what the hell is going on just because he moderates the zombie forum on reddit, and Jon tries to deal with the fact that the woman he loves more than anything is now a humanitarian. He really could use a drink. (This one is actually mostly complete, but i need to refine a few things- i really love it. It's as gory and irreverent as the show, so viewer discretion advised, but it's a BLAST to write).
- A Thor/MCU AU (Jonsa, Steve Rogers/Sansa)- Asgardian prince Aegon is banished to Midgard after one too many arrogant decisions, and is promptly hit by a van containing Dr. Sansa Stark, Dr. Barristan Selmy, and Margaery Tyrell- two astrophysicists studying wormholes and Sansa's best friend and pseudo-intern. Marg yells at him, he yells back, Sansa tases him, and Barristan didn't sign up for the kind of heavy lifting that getting a 200+ pound slab of muscle into the back of a van takes. And then Aegon's younger brother, Jon, shows up, in the middle of an identity crisis because, apparently, he's adopted. He wasn't intending to stay, but he's rather drawn to Dr. Stark and her brilliance, and against her better judgement, she starts to trust him, and maybe even like him. This story is in about three parts so far- the first is based on 'Thor' and the second on 'The Avengers' and are fully Jonsa, and the third started as a family bonding story between the Stark kids and Tony (Ned and Tony are second cousins, and Ned was really supportive of Tony in rehab without expecting anything in return), and accidentally turned into a Steve Rogers/Sansa Stark story, which is a pairing i am HERE for. A lot of this one is written, but it needs some fill in before publishing, although it's one of my favorites that i've written to go back and actually read.
- A Star Wars AU (Jonsa) where Sansa and Arya are Alderaanian princesses who are off planet when Alderaan is destroyed- Sansa as a senator and Arya as a pilot, both working for the rebellion, and jon is a smuggler who does not know how all of these people got on his ship and why two princesses are sassing him. His copilot, Tormund (yes he's a wookie), thinks it is hilarious. I started this one just the other day, and it's already thirty pages long, most of them involving Sansa and Arya sassing people. Dany is a leader in the rebellion, Roose Bolton is the emperor, and Barbrey Dustin is a disgruntled former jedi trying to live in peace on a remote planet until another Stark crashes into her life and harangues her into teaching again.
- A witches/magic AU (Jonsa) where the Starks run an apothecary and spellcasting supplies shop. Jon had been completely in the dark about magic before his mother confessed to being born into a family of witches. He finds himself traveling to her hometown, trying to understand her world more clearly, and what it means for him. On the way, he develops something of a crush on the red-headed shop clerk who brews the best headache potions in town. Featuring lots of magical shenanigans, this is one of my favorites in the folder :)
- A 24 hour diner AU (Jonsa) where Jon is a local mob boss, and Sansa works the late shift at Seaworth's diner to buy textbooks for the PhD she's working on in botany. Sansa's running from memories, and Jon has a soft spot for the red-headed waitress who always remembers how he likes his coffee.
- An East of the Sun, West of the Moon AU!!! (Jonsa) This is one of my fav fairy tales, and of course i couldn't resist Jon as a direwolf striking a deal with the starks!
- A Roomates AU (Jonsa)- Arya, Jon, Tormund, and Sam have been renting the same house together off Winterfell's campus for years- but when Sam moves in with his girlfriend, they need one more person on the lease. Sansa, about to relocate to Winterfell for grad school, finds out that her boyfriend has been cheating on her and that her housing plans have fallen through, all on the same day. Needless to say, she's a bit upset when she calls Arya to relay the news. There's a simple solution here, if Arya and Tormund can stop teasing Jon about his crush for five minutes. (any excuse to write tormund and arya roasting jon, tbh).
- A Fae AU (Jonsa)- When Sansa, a baker living in the city, washes her face in an enchanted spring on a camping trip, she gains the sight as a result. Suddenly able to see the fae underworld all around her is disorienting and terrifying. Sansa tries to conceal it- afraid of what might happen if the fae around her know that she can see them- but slips up, and catches the attention of Jon Snow- one of the lords of the unseelie court.
- A nuclear winter wasteland AU (Jonsa)- (?? I don't even know how to describe this premise, haha) where the Starks are living and running the Free Winterfell settlement in Siberia after a worldwide nuclear meltdown. Before the fallout, Sansa was one of the world's preeminent researchers in plant genetics and pathology, and works at the settlement to create newer, disease and radiation resistant crops to distribute for free to other settlements, aiming to break up the monopoly that Lannister Corp has on the market. Jon is a scavenger, searching throughout Siberia for his sister Rhae who disappeared several years previously. When he runs across Arya Starkovna, helping her fight off another band of radiation ravaged scavengers is just instinct- he doesn't think twice about it. In thanks, she brings him to the Winterfell settlement, where her brother Robb offers Jon sanctuary and resources, in exchange for serving as a bodyguard for Sansa when she travels to other settlements. Sansa is not particularly thrilled by this arrangement, but given that multiple parties seem to want her dead, she doesn't have much of a choice but to accept his company.
- A reincarnation AU (Jonsa)- of sorts. Robb is an archaeologist who finds a strange set of runes at a site up north, and immediately calls in Jon Snow- a historian and expert in said ancient language, as well as an old university friend of Robb's. When he arrives though, Robb shows him their most valuable finds- two mysterious ice blocks, with what appear to be perfectly preserved bodies from over a thousand years ago. No one could ever have imagined that either of them were still alive, but when the ice melts, revealing two very alive girls, the entire crew is instantly buried in NDAs, and given an assignment from the Westerosi government to figure out what the hell was going on. Sansa and Arya wake up, extremely confused about the world they live in, trying to adapt and mourning all that they've lost, even as the people around them wear familiar faces.
- Soulmates AU (Jonsa)- (Yes, another one, I love this dumb trope) Trauma surgeon and medical resident Sansa Stark is having a very bad day, and ends up meeting her soulmate during what she thinks is a mugging gone wrong. Fortunately, he’s not the one mugging her, just an intervening bystander, but she ends up slightly shot nonetheless. Sansa’s fretting about bleeding on the upholstery in his car, but Jon is a bit more worried about her injuries than the blood stains. He’s a bit confused when she threatens him if he takes her to a specific hospital, nearly has a nervous breakdown when she insists on doing her own triage, and is very charmed when she insists on ice cream after taking pain meds at the hospital. On Sansa’s part, she’s a little less concerned about being shot, and a bit more concerned about whatever weird first impression she’s making to her soulmate while high as a kite on pain pills. (this one just needs some tweaking to be postable- I'm not sure if it's going to be a oneshot or a series, but i love what I have already)
- A Demon/Archivist AU (Jonsa)- where Sansa works in the university's historical archives in Oldtown, and is learning to restore old texts with her fellow student and friend, Alleras (Trans Sarella is an amazing concept). When Joffrey Baratheon shows up with a pile of old books from his family's library to donate, Sansa is eager to get away from his sleaze, and accidentally takes one of the books home with her in her rush to leave. Unbeknownst to her, it's more than it appears, and when she leaves it open overnight, she accidentally summons forth Jon- an ancient, powerful, and extremely annoyed demon who is under a curse, and now hers to command. As Jon and Sansa try to get used to this new normal, the Lannisters (unaware that Joffrey had donated the tome) try desperately to find the book and it's owner, wanting Jon's power for themselves, and putting Sansa in considerable danger unless she can figure out how to break Jon's curse. Fortunately, she's a pretty good researcher, even if Jon is initially a bit of a grump. (This is based on a total wish-fulfillment mary-sue type premise for something I wrote when I was thirteen, and I revisited it and wanted to see what it would look like if i took it very seriously, and i am really enjoying it so far. It's a love letter to the terrible, heartfelt writing i was doing in middle school that created the foundations for my writing today, and so much fun).
The one that I am MOST excited about though:
- A Pacific Rim AU!!!! (Ned/Cat, Gendrya, Braime, Sansa/Jon Umber)-Twins Sansa and Robb Stark have always been completely in tune with each other, and when your parents are Jaeger pilots and your mother invented the neural handshake, what option is there but the Jaeger academy? Sansa studies to be an engineer, but ends up copiloting the Jaeger 'Winter Wolf' with her twin brother, after they lose Ned Stark to cancer. When Robb is ripped out of the conn-pod and killed by a kaiju while he's still connected to Sansa, she barely manages to kill the creature before stumbling back to shore, traumatized, grieving, and swearing that she'll never pilot again.
Unfortunately, the Kaiju don't stop just because Sansa does, and when the end of the world is imminent, Marshall Catelyn Stark orders both her daughter and former pilot Jaime Lannister (who lost his twin and copilot, Cersei, several years previously) back to Hong Kong for one final stand. Forced to face both her demons and an irate Arya, furious that Sansa had abandoned the rest of them after Robb's death, Sansa and Arya have to figure out how to pilot Winter Wolf together before the apocalypse comes for them all.
Featuring Marshall Catelyn Stark (commander of the Hong Kong Shatterdome, inventor of the neural handshake, former Jaeger pilot, and BAMF), Sansa x Jon Umber (Yes i know it's a rare pair but i've always kind of loved the idea of them, even though we know so little about him), Kaiju parts dealer and smuggler Petyr Baelish, bickering kaiju biologist Dany and theoretical mathematician Jon Snow, LOCCENT officer Theon, lots of snark, lots of angst and heartfelt conversations, and a weird friendship between snarky-grieving-asshole Jaime Lannister and kind-quiet-grieving Sansa Stark, who are the only two people in the world who know what it's like to lose a copilot and a twin in the drift.
Thanks for reading guys!! There are more, but some of them I just don't know how to explain quite yet, haha. I'd love to hear what you guys think about these!
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Inseparable - Chapter 12
Tags: Broppy, Not rated, Trolls Mythology Au, Slow Burn Fluff
Ao3 here
Notes: This chapter... is twice longer than usual. I just didn’t see a reason to cut it in half. That would be cruel tbh
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Everything is fine. Isn't it?
Every day and night is the same, as they used to be... Poppy walks on the hill, this very specific hill they used to climb on to pass the Staff along. Then she meets Branch. He asks for one more night or day to finish the thing he works on. And she agrees. He walks away, with the Staff or without it, and Poppy always watches him for so long.
Why.
Why does this feel so bad? Why does it hurt so much? Everything is fine. Poppy didn't lose anything - she still has her wonderful job, amazing friends, and basically everything the Immortal could dream of. Her teamwork with the god of the Night is just... Temporary pendant. Nothing to worry about. Branch is just making some surprise...
The goddess doesn't know how long she has to wait. Two weeks passed, but what is just two weeks for Immortals? Poppy knows it should be nothing... But it feels like forever.
Why. Why she can't just patiently wait? Why the feeling in her heart, so warm and pleasant earlier, now is so heavy and painful. She can't enjoy anything as much as she used to. Her sweet job becomes a boring routine. She realizes she smiles way rarer.
Why?
Poppy feels like a little child with those feelings. So pitiful. She sits every Night under this oak where Branch showed her a shadow. She plays with an oak leaf in her hand, watching lightning bugs flying around the meadow. Or watching the stars above her. They always make her even sadder. No matter how long she sits there, she never sees Branch. She can see him only for a minute on the hill.
And why? Why is this so sad for her? She used to live without him for so long. She doesn't need him to live or be happy, she used to be happy without him too. Didn't she? It's not the end of the world. It's not even forever. It's temporary, isn't it?
And why, why is Branch so into something? What is this? What did the rainbow inspire him to? What is he making? Maybe something with colors... Poppy remembers a spark in his eyes when he stared at the rainbow. He was so amazed by its colors. Yeah, he is making something colorful for sure. Maybe he dreams about colors visible in the Dark. Cause it is known that during the Night colors fade and almost everything is black or grey. Poppy feels her heart getting filled with new hope. Maybe if she makes something with colors that are visible in the Night, she will get a little bit more of Branch's attention? Maybe he would leave his project and come back to her? She imagines his gentle smile on his pretty blue face. His azure eyes meeting hers. She reminds herself of his touch on her cheek. Cold but so tender and affectionate... She misses him so much...
The goddess of the Day stops the thing she is doing and walks toward the Palace. A hope pushes her in this direction. She wants to believe that not in vain.
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- I don't know - Smidge frowns at a flower. - I'm still not sure about the spikes.
- It needs them to protect itself from critters! - Meadow explains.
- Yes, hurting the critters - Milton adds, putting his hands into the pockets of his lab coat. - I'm also not sure about them.
- But the spikes create a good arrangement with its carmine petals - Satin points out, touching the flower carefully.
- Disagree, sister - Chenille crosses her arms on her chest. - It's too edgy for me.
- It's poetic beauty, not so obvious. I'm bored of doing boring things, let me experiment a bit, sis!
- Well, I really like how it looks now - Meadow, the goddess of plants, gets down to the flower. - If we can make spikes less sharp, can we keep them? I want it to be safe, not like other of my mites.
- Let me think a bit about it - Milton grabs his head with both of his hands. He sighs heavily. - But please, later, not now, I'm so tired of thinking about this flower.
- Oh, you - Smidge pats him in his elbow. She is too short to reach any higher. - We do take a break. Let's just change the topic a bit.
- Thank you...
- Hi, guy!
Immortals turn to the pink, bright lady waving to them on the horizon.
- Poppy! - Satin beams at the goddess walking to them. - What perfect timing!
- Why is it so perfect?
- We need to talk about anything else than that flower - Chenille points at the little plant on the ground.
- What is this?
- We want to create a flower with Rose's name - Meadow explains. - Just for sentimental reasons.
Poppy gazes at slender leaves on dark green stem with little spikes. The carmine petals draw around themselves, creating a beautiful red mosaic.
- It's wonderful - She says, but in her voice and her mild smile is hidden a note of gloom.
- Is everything okay? - Smidge asks, looking at her with worry.
The goddess of the Day forces herself to rise the corners of her lips a bit higher.
- I'm fine, everything is fine. Nothing wrong happened, I'm just... a bit tired.
Immortals look at each other. Poppy is known as a very, very, VERY energetic, vivid, and loud person. At least as a person who never gets tired, especially of her job. But no one says anything.
- So, what do you need from us? - Milton asks carefully.
- Well, I need something light and colorful - The pink face brightens a bit. - Something really visible in the darkness. Something like, I don't know, colorful safe flames? - She turns to the twins. - Can you design something like that?
- Let me guess - Chenille clicks her tongue and lifts her eyebrow. - Another 'surprise' for Branch?
- Well...
- Last time we painted with you the whole sky in blue! - Smidge chuckles. - I mean, it is so gorgeous now, white clouds look amazing on it, but damn it, that was a huge thing!
- Yeah, not mentioning the rainbow - Satin adds. - Poppy, isn't that too much?
- What are you talking about, those things are breathtaking! - Meadow protests.
- She means, giving gifts - The tiny, yellow goddess of Honesty crosses her arms, looking at Poppy. - Do you really need those things?
The pink lady stares at them blankly during their talk. She looks up joylessly at the Gold Sphere. “Do they need those ‘surprises’?’’ she asks herself in her mind.
- I don't know - She says, shyly gets her sight down. - But I like it...
- I mean, gifts aren't a bad thing - Smidge corrects herself. - But if the friendship is only giving gifts, so there's gifts, no friendship, am I right?
Poppy doesn't say anything for a long while.
- Hey - The tiny yellow goddess gets close to her. - I just see, you are sad. And I'm asking what's happening? Maybe I'm wrong...
- Actually, you're right - Poppy interrupts her firmly. Then she closes her eyes and takes a few deep breaths. - I'm sorry, that was too firm... But you're right - She hides her face in her hand. - You are so right...
The awkward Silence falls among them and passes a minute or two.
- So... - Milton tries to ask again. - What happened?
- Nothing - The pink goddess sighs. The wave of helplessness hits her right into her heart. - Absolutely nothing. And I don't understand... Why is it hurt so much...
- What specifically? - Meadow asks shyly.
- This... This nothing... - She gets her head up and looks at her friends with eyes full of tears. - This Silence... Between me and Branch.
- I know it's a really bad question - Chenille frowns. - But why is Branch so important?
- I have no idea! - Poppy speaks a bit too loud. Her lips vibrate, her sight is already blurry. All she knows now is a hint of sadness.
- Okay, okay, calm down - Smidge says softly. - Just tell us what you know, okay? What do you feel?
Poppy sniffs. She wipes her tears from her eyes. Her knees become weak, so she sits down, not caring what the rest thinks about it.
- What I know - She repeats blankly and takes another deep breath. - I know that nothing wrong happened. We created the waterfall to make some kind of infinity rainbow... And then Branch just walked away... He said he works on some big project... Every time I meet him, he begs for a bit more time to finish it... - She clenches her hands on the Staff so tight. - And now... I don't talk with him too much... I mean... At all...
Poppy sniffs once again and wipes another tear from her cheek. Her words are quieter and quieter the more she speaks.
- It's been two... Maybe three weeks. I know it's nothing, so short... And I know it's not forever. He'll have done what he's doing and everything will be as before...
She sighs heavily.
- But that hurts for some reason... I don't know why... I miss walking with him and... And talking and... And just him. I miss him... - She hides her face into her hand once again. - Not sure if he feels the same although...
- Well, that's a weird kind of friendship - Chenille says after a long while of Silence. - I've never heard about friendship that can hurt.
- So the lack of Branch's presence is painful? - Smidge wants to be sure.
- Yeah... - Poppy sniffs, still avoiding eye contact.
- So let me guess, you wanted to make another gift to catch his attention? - Satin asks.
- I guess so...
- So If he comes back to you, you will be happy again?
The pink goddess gets her head up at Milton's questions to look at him humbly. She takes a long, snatchy breath.
- Yes.
- Well then, what happened that he came to you in the first place? - Smidge continues analyzing. - I mean, what did make you talk or something?
Poppy glances at the Staff, reminding the last months.
- I told him what I felt - She says after a while, with a much stronger voice. - About the situation... You know, this whole "greeting" awkward situation I told you a lot.
- You have to tell him what you feel right now about THIS awkward situation! - The goddess of Honesty jumps up with a sudden hit of energy. She throws her little fists in the air. - You have to tell him! You have to fight! - She grabs Poppy's blue dress and yells right into her face. - I don't know what is between you and Branch, but I saw you happy that you were never before and I saw him smiling and laughing and taking part in Sharing like he NEVER was expected to do, and whatever it is YOU HAVE TO FIGHT FOR IT, GIRL!
- Okay! Okay! Calm down - Milton grabs Smidge with both his hands and takes her away from Poppy.
- Well, maybe that was too loud - Satin takes a look at the tiny yellow goddess.
- But It was all true - Chenille ends her sister's sentence.
- Yeah - Meadow adds. - I think... Well, I'm not the god of Friendship, but I'm sure it's not like Branch just gives up on your relationship. As Smidge said, it makes him happy too.
Poppy looks at her with hope. Her heart starts to beat warmer at those words.
- Sometimes a friend gets lost in something and needs a friend to get him out - Smidge puts her hand on Poppy's shoulder. She's much calmer now, she gives her friend a really wide smile, making the pink goddess chuckles.
Poppy takes a deep breath and her face brightens with a little, but real and genuine smile.
- Thank you. Thank you all - She looks around at her friends. - I'll do that.
- And we'll design this colorful-light-thing - Chenille announces with a smile.
- Just because we like challenges - Satin chuckles.
- I feel like we should call R and B to that project...
- But first, we have to finish a rose! - Meadow protests.
Milton chuckles at his friends and then glances at Poppy.
- It's almost twilight - He tells her. - Go talk to him
- You know where to find us! - Smidge adds, with a little hit in the pink arm.
The goddess of the Day chuckles slightly and stands up with the Staff of the Light in her hand. She looks at the horizon, fearing the first step. Her heart beats with hope and doubts, but she doesn't let her mind think of "what-if"s. She wants to try what her friends advised her. She wants to try, she wants to fight... She wants Branch back...
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Poppy is standing. Oh yeah. She is standing like she never did before! Standing so hard, standing so firm, standing so desperate. The pure bold beams from her statement. She is standing with a goal, she is standing on the hill, on that specific hill, ready to fight, ready to everything. The bloody sky fades behind her back. Oh, the goddess looks like a warrior, no, like a winner already! And all her strength is almost touchable...
...until it washes over her and soaks into the ground with a very first sight of the black hair of the Night.
Weak. Weak is the word her whole shaking body is screaming at her. You are so weak, Poppy.
Branch arrives at the hill without a word. So naturally for the god of the Silence. He views her face blankly. His blue eyes are painted with tiredness. He... He looks so exhausted. So pure. There's not a slightest shadow of a bad intention in his husky voice:
- Poppy... - He clears his throat, and continues calmly. - I know it's a lot to ask... But can you give me one more night and day?
The goddess feels her heart melt. How could she be firm to him looking like that, asking like that?
But then, she knows, it looks like that every twilight, every dawn, and it will still be like that as long as she agrees. So when the blue hand reaches for the Staff, she sets it back, giving him a firm look.
- No - She announces.
- Poppy, I have to start the Night...
- I don't care - She throws and feels her lips shake already.
Branch looks at her with a real puzzlement.
- You don't care? - He frowns. His voice gets a bit husky again. - What does it even mean?
- I am not giving you the Staff - She emphasizes every word.
- But why?!
- Because - Her lips vibrate. - I don't let you hurt me like this anymore.
Her voice cracks a bit. She swallows slowly, not being able to look at his face anymore. But she started it, and she wants to finish, no matter how this conversation will end.
- Listen, Branch - She keeps her breath and voice calm, but her sight is already blurry. - It's... Almost three weeks until our last talk. I feel avoided, ignored. Forlorn. I know it's nothing for us, Immortals, but... After the whole time we spent together... After... Many things we shared... - And now her voice cracks. - I miss you so much...
She gets her head down, not knowing what she is looking at anymore. She just closes her eyes tight and feels a few tears streaming through her cheek. She hasn't known she is that weak.
- Do you even still feel... the same heart thing... Do you? - She whispers.
- No! I mean, Yes! I mean... Oh my goodness...
A gentle touch on her chin gets her head up. His cold hand gets her hair from her face behind her ear. It cups her face and starts drying her tears with a thumb. With a still blurry vision, Poppy feels her hand lift without her purpose and suddenly it touches something. A fabric. And she feels a light warm. And a heartbeat. Rushing, loud, strong heartbeat, so similar to her. Something cold is pressing her hand to that. She blinks a few times and sees... It lies on Branch's chest. Covered by his big, strong, and gentle hand.
- I do - The god speaks, kinda rushing. - I do. I feel. I still feel the same. Please, don't cry.
His hand constantly rubs her cheek. His thumb carefully wipes her eye from tears. His tired eyes are filled with genuine misery.
- Please, don't cry. Please... I am so stupid. I am such an idiot. I was so into... - He sighs heavily, closing his eyes. - ...this dumb project, I... I miss you so much too...
His despairing blue eyes dive into her. He cups her pink cheeks with both of his hands. They are cold and shaking slightly. Oh, they are so cold. Poppy can stop enjoying them, his big blue hands covering almost her whole face. She sniffs and smiles at him. Her heart is beating fast and warm, and she feels Branch's under her hand too. She gets much more than she was wishing for, and she can't help, can't help but smile widely and warm at his beautiful blue eyes.
- You were an idiot - She announces like the happiest news of the year.
- I know - He starts shaking his head with disappointment for himself. - I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you...
- It's ok - She sighs deeply, still smiling. - I mean, It wasn't ok, but now, now it's ok... Just... - She closes her eyes. - Can we stay like that for a minute? I really need this now... - She says, snuggling her face into one of his hands.
Branch doesn't answer, but she doesn't mind it. As long as she feels his beating heart in his chest and his hands embracing her face. The beatific smile doesn't leave her lips. All the worries wash over her. A great pleasant sigh of relief is everything she can say right now.
- Grab the Staff or I never let you go off my face - Poppy threatens, which doesn't sound grimly with her serene voice. She hears a slight chuckle of Branch, and the sweet cover, almost warm now, leaves her face. He takes the Staff from her hand and she lets go of his shirt.
The goddess gazes at him to meet his eyes, to give him a warm smile. But he doesn't glance at her. His head is down, his face is still full of tiredness and misery.
- Branch?
He closes his eyes tight and twists his face. He hesitates a bit after he heaves a sigh.
- I can't hold the fact that I hurt you... - He rubs his eyebrow slowly and leaves his hand like that, covering his eyes. - That was so dumb... So absurdly idiotic... I was too much into this thing, you know, I felt so... Inspired. And...
Poppy steps close to him. Her little pink hand turns his head to face her. He drops his hand and shows her his weary eyes full of tears.
- I just wanted to deserve such a person like you - Words sneak quietly from his lips. He is gazing at her so miserably, deeply disappointed.
But the goddess smiles at him even wider, her eyes are sparkling with sheer enjoyment.
- I don't need gifts - She puts her other hand on his cheek to cup his whole face. - I already have all I need. Right in my hands.
The god blinks. He laughs aloud and genuinely. A single tear drops from his eyes and streams down his blue cheek until little pink fingers wipe it away. He sniffs.
- I miss you so much - He whispers warmly and gruff, smiling, smiling endlessly, smiling so hard and so dumb at happy, sunny Poppy's face, beaming with honest happiness.
She let go of his face, but not of his eyes. The bags under them make him look a little bit different. She wants to let him rest as quickly as possible after she'll fully enjoy his company.
- Can you show me that thing you were working on? I want to curse it for keeping you away from me.
The god chuckles.
- Whatever you want.
They don't walk so far. The cave, where they arrived, is big and dark, only thanks to the Gold Sphere Poppy can see anything. And there are many, many bags filled with weird, magically sparkling substances.
- Go ahead - Branch encourages, seeing curious in her eyes. - Touch it.
The goddess goes to the nearest bag and sinks her hands into its silver content.
- Silver sand!
- Yep, I call it 'glitter'. Cause it's little and it glows.
Poppy chuckles.
- What is this for?
- You take a bit of it - Branch presents. - And powder somebody's eyelids during sleep. It creates dreams.
- Dreams?
- I mean... You can see your dreams during sleep. You can even feel them as if they are real life.
Poppy looks at the glitter flabbergasted.
- And the sleep will never be boring again...
- Exactly.
- That's so amazing! - She cheers.
- Yeah, but it has two faults - He heaves a sigh. - First, it's disposable. After one use it does nothing. Just glow silverly.
- Does it stay on eyelids?
- No, it falls on the ground. It smooths into the soil actually and masses deep under the ground.
- Is it dangerous or damaging?
- No.
- So why is this a fault?
Branch wrinkles his nose.
- I mean, if trolls find it, they would just play with it! - Poppy suggests.
- Play with it?
- Yeah, look - And with that word she throws a bit of glitter in the air. It sparkles so magically, slowly falling on them. She grins at the god's displeased face, making him chuckle.
- Okay, maybe you're right - He dusts the glitter off his capote. - But disposable still means I would have to make it more and more of it... - He looks away, twisting his mouth. - And that's... That's also the part of its second fault... If I want to use the glitter on trolls, I will have to spend all the Night running through the Land and powdering their eyelids...
Poppy blinks at him and then looks down at the glitter on her hands.
- That's why I was kinda desperate about it - He murmurs tiredly. - I wanted to be able to use it every Night... And still, have time for my main responsibilities... - He swallows and looks into the goddess's eyes. - But the most important was for me... To still have enough time for you.
She melts, smiling warmly at him.
- Oh, Branch...
- I know... It came ironically stupid...
She chuckles gently.
- You could tell me.
- I will do it next time - He carefully dusts the glitter off her nose with his finger. - I promise.
- What if we powder it together? - She asks after a while of thinking.
He frowns and hesitates.
- Then I guess, I will have time for my main responsibilities - He gazes at her. - But still not for you...
- I mean, we'll be spending the whole night actually.
- But rushing with my duties, that's ridiculous...
- Well... - She starts slowly and calmly. - The glitter is a genius invention, and if you want to use it and this is the only way, then that will be enough for me.
Branch blinks tiredly before he turns his sight at the bags full of glitter. He is staring at them for so long, thinking in Silence. Then he starts slowly shaking his head.
- No - He decides firmly. - I'm not choosing anything over you.
Poppy smiles widely, even giggle a bit with joy, feeling her cheeks turn red and her heart gets warm.
Suddenly something flares on the night horizon and both of them turn to see what it is. It walks to them unhurriedly, and soon they recognize Immortal's silhouette. His silver, sparkling skin shines like a diamond in the darkness. He stands in front of them with his hand on his hips and grins at them.
- Hi! - His voice echoes in the cave in a weird, extraterrestrial way. - Who are you, guys?
- Who are you? - Branch asks with clear confusion on his face. He turns to Poppy. - You know him?
- No, but... It's nice to meet you! - The goddess tries to be polite and welcoming to the stranger. - My name is Poppy, I'm the goddess of the Day and Light. The guardian of the Staff of the Light and the Gold Sphere on it. And this is Branch! - She points at the god.
- Yeah, I'm also the guardian of those - He shows the Staff in his hand. - As you can see. I'm the god of the Night, Darkness, and Silence.
- Sounds cool - The silver stranger cheers. - And who am I?
Poppy and Branch look at each other confused.
- You don't know? - The god asks.
- I've just come from this weird black hole at the end of the world.
- Oh, the Chaos - Poppy recognizes.
- Ha! So that hole has a name? - The stranger chuckles, and then frowns. - So you don't know who I am?
- We can give you a name! - She beams. - What about Diamonddd....
- ....Guy? - Branch ends. - Guy Diamond?
- Oh, this is a really good name! - The silver god bucks and poses like a model. - It fits me perfectly.
- Okay, let me guess - The blue god interrupts his rhapsodizing. - You're the god of the Glitter?
Guy freezes at those words.
- I have weird deja vu - He points at the bags. - This is the glitter, am I right?
- Yep - Poppy nods. - You know what is it?
- I feel like I know it more than myself - He sinks his hand into silver sand with amazement. Then after a moment, he grabs one bag and shoulders it. - And I know exactly what to do with it!
- Should I warn you that you will have to create more...
- I can produce glitter much faster than you think! - Guy interrupts Branch. - You can leave me all of this, I take care of it. - He points at the cave filled with bags. - And now, excuse me, I have so many trolls' eyelids to powder! - He yells enthusiastically and walks away with a bag full of glitter. They watch his wandering silver silhouette until he disappears on the horizon. Branch turns to Poppy with his tired eyes and shows her a smile full of relief.
- I kinda start liking Chaos - He jokes, making her chuckle. - So... Now when I'm truly free... What do you want to do?
Poppy looks at his weary face, his weak smile, his half-opened eyelids, and grey bag under his faded blue eyes...
- Come with me. I know exactly what to do - She smiles encouragingly.
The goddess brings him to the meadow where she was spending the last few weeks.
- The oak - He murmurs, looking at the huge tree. He recognizes the place where he showed her a shadow and for the first time he took off his capote in front of someone. It is a place with a beautiful view of the stars and the whole Land around. Many little lightning bugs are flying casually above the grass. He yawns loudly when the wave of tiredness hits him without a warning. - What do you want to do with this oak?
Poppy grabs his arm without a word and pulls him down to sit. He doesn't protest. He needs to sit right now. He slumps against the wide oak's trunk and leans the Staff against his shoulder. Then he notices that little warm hands are still holding his arm, so he turns to her with an asking sight.
- You need to rest - The goddess says calmly and warmly, and her sound voice makes his eyelids heavier somehow. - Take a nap.
- But what about the Night? You can't touch the Staff now...
- I won't - He feels his breath get calmer when she speaks like that. Quietly, warmly, softly. - I'll stay awake. You need sleep, even an hour or two. I'll wake you up, so you’ll be able to do your duties later.
He blinks slowly, staring at her little glowing freckles.
- You have a heart of gold...
- Stop talking, you dork, just sleep!
The god smiles amused. He closes his eyes and slumps his head against the tree. He breathes a deep, glad sigh. But before he falls asleep, he feels a warm touch on his cheek pulling his head down, and soon his chin lands on Poppy's shoulder.
- Are you sure I'm not too heavy for you? - Branch murmurs quietly.
The goddess smiles gazing at his blessed face.
- Your head will fall anyway - She whispers, feeling him briefly purring with a sleepy pleasure on her shoulder, like a big tired cat. - Good night, Branch.
She sees him sighing blissfully. Yes, his head is huge and heavy, but Poppy doesn't care. His arm is cold, as much as his cheek, but it gets warmer under the goddess's touch, which is weirdly satisfying for her. It is so pleasant, although she doesn't dare to touch him more, even if it lures her. She respects him so much, she would never do anything without his awareness and agreement.
But to be honest, now, now is a really huge dose of happiness, of adoring and enjoying their company, their talks, and touch. Her heart is filled with peace, with peaceful happiness.
Oh, she missed him. She missed him so much. It is so, so good to have him back.
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Pure Blood 33 (Sirius Black x F!Oc)
Words: 1,841
Warnings: Saaaaad stuff
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Chapter 32: Chapter 34
"Sirius, I'm not in the mood for your jokes," I say following him through the trees of the forbidden forest. Thunder echoes warning us a storm is coming.
“It's not a joke. Trust me.”
The moonlight no longer illuminates the path, I stop.
"Sirius, I really don't want to keep going,” I say nervously.
I hear him sigh.
"We're almost there, just a few more feet, Percy."
"I can't, let's go back please!” I feel my lower lip tremble.
He reaches out and touches my cheek.
“I know you don't feel good. I just want to show you something that will make you forget all this, even for a few minutes. It’ll be fine, do you trust me?"
“…Yes” I whisper.
Sirius takes my hand again and we continue walking. I don't know how he can go on without having light, but I just follow him. On one side are two trees thicker than the others, only a few meters apart from each other. We stop and he turns.
"I know it's weird, but you have to follow the black dog,” He says with a mischievous little smile.
I nod, unsure of what he means.
Sirius walks away and goes behind one of the trees. He returns as a huge black dog and signals me to follow him. Carefully, I obey by stepping on various branches and dry leaves. Passing the two trees is a cobbled path. Sirius and I walked over it until we reached a clearing; an expanse of land where herbs hurt my knees.
Sirius stops in front of me and makes a sign that I understand I have to wait. The dog runs to the center of the field and I lose sight of him for a few minutes. When he returns, his tail wags from side to side. He makes me follow him to the center of the clearing and I sit crossing my legs.
"Now what?" I ask him.
He cocks his head, turns away a little and starts barking. I look at him confused, until his barking echoes all over the place and little yellow lights stick out of the grass. I look in amazement at the fireflies that go up until they disappear in the trees. I smile when several approach me.
"You like it?" I jump when I hear Sirius's voice and turn to see him.
"It's beautiful," I whisper. He comes closer, wraps his arm around my shoulders, and draws me into his body.
I hear his heartbeat, feel the grass below me, and breathe in the cold air. Only until the thunder is more continuous does the rain fall uncontrollably, but we don’t move to avoid it.
The fireflies hide and everything goes dark.
The memories return and my heart races along with my breathing. My smile disappears and my tears mix with the rain. I bend my legs to my chest and hug them hiding my face in them. My shoulders shake from my sobs. Sirius hugs me and rests his forehead in my hair.
"I'm sorry,” He whispers in my ear.
"I don't understand,” I say. I raise my voice so he can hear me through the rain. “What else do they want from me? They know that I’m miserable there, with them, with those obligations. They have four other kids that they can use! Why do they keep insisting on me?" I scream angrily.
"I don't know," Sirius replies. “I'm sorry I don’t have the answer. I'm sorry I can't do something to make you feel good. I'm sorry I can't protect you as I would like…”
"That's the worst! It's not your fault, or the other boys' fault. Not my brothers and sisters. It’s my parents and all that garbage they have carried for generations. They want me to continue, but I can't. I don't want to!" He hugs me tighter.
"Sorry, Percy."
I hide my face on his neck, breathing in the scent of him. I cling to him like my life depends on it. But something distracts me, something familiar.
“Sirius?"
"Yes?"
"You smell like a wet dog.”
“I think it explains itself, don’t you think?” He replied in amusement.
Wet dog. A horrible scent that I had smelled before. In potions class, when Slughorn showed us the Amortentia potion.
***
"I could tell my parents that I’ll stay with you for the wedding arrangements?” tries Jenna.
"No, I don't want someone else to get involved," I say.
I rest my head on Sirius's shoulder. His hand squeezes mine.
"I don't want to leave you alone.”
I look up and see my best friend's look of empathy.
“I won't be. I wrote to Apollo.”
"Do you think he can do something?" Remus asks.
I shrug. "It's the only thing I have left"
The compartment is silent. No one knows what to say or do. There are no more plans or easy ways out. At one point I fall asleep, Sirius wakes me up when we get to the station and this time, my mother and Juno are waiting for me.
My friends say goodbye to me and I promise to communicate in some way.
“Anything, please, you must tell me. I don't know if there are any muggle phones close to your home, but you can find one. James's parents have one,” says Sirius giving me a paper with the number. “Take care,” He whispers in a broken voice and hugs me. My eyes water. “I wrote to my uncle Alphard. Maybe he can help you.”
"Thank you Sirius,” I clean my cheeks. I look at my mother and sister. They watch carefully. I look down at the ground.
If this continues, if I have no escape. I will not be able to continue with the life I had, which I finally managed to be happy with.
I return my gaze to Sirius and take in every detail of his face. His gray eyes, the unruly hair that falls on his face. I touch his cheek to feel his smooth skin. I kiss his lips, savoring every moment.
"I love you Sirius,” I whisper and pull away a bit. He looks at me in surprise and tries to speak. I sigh and walk to my family without waiting for an answer.
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Sirius
"And what did you expect me to do, Prongs?" I growl looking at my best friend.
“I don't know, mate. I have no idea what we could do, my brain ran out of ideas.”
I walk back and forth in James's room, pulling my hair in desperation.
"I want to help her, I want her to run away just like I did.”
“Sirius…”
“It's not easy, but it’s better, it will be better–”
“Sirius.”
"If we go to her house maybe she can run away without anyone noticing–“
"Sirius!" James stops me. “She’s not like you. They’re not the same families and it’s not the same situation.”
“And what should I do? Stand by and do nothing? Waiting for an invitation to my girlfriend and younger brother’s wedding?"
"No! But whatever idea you have may make it worse!”
"How the hell can it be worse?"
“She can get hurt. It’s worse than your situation with your parents, Sirius. And she has more siblings against her.”
I clench my hands into fists.
"I want to help her, James," I say in a cracking voice.
“I want that too, Sirius. But we can't do anything, not for now.”
I walk towards the window, I see the sky waiting for some owl with news that will improve everything. A letter from her saying that everything was canceled and that she’s on her way. That she’s safe.
“I can't lose her, James. Not again.”
"You won't, mate" My friends comes over and hugs me.
"Boys?" James's father enters the room. "What's wrong?"
Fear creeps through, James's hand on my shoulder squeezes.
"They may be able to help, Padfoot.”
“Dear," says Euphemia. "What happened?"
"I don't know what to do,” I reply.
"Tell us.”
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Persephone
"What other cards do you have up your sleeve?" I say sitting in front of my father's desk.
"You don't have an idea, little one," He says, resting his elbows on the desk.
"And I have something to do with your future plans?"
“You're the star.”
I let out a sarcastic laugh.
“Wasn't it enough for you to want to force me to kill innocent people? Organizing a wedding that I disagreed on… twice. And now you tell me that I must delay my studies to graduate with Regulus and be the happy couple that we aren’t and will never be.”
"It's something simple, but you always manage to make it all so dramatic…”
I know what his game is. He wants to break me once and for all.
"I won’t do it. I will not be one of your puppets. It works with other people, but not with me.”
“And what will you do about it? Tell Alphard Black to save you again?" He smiles. "Did you really think I wasn't going to find out?"
“Leave the Blacks alone. Forget that family, cancel the engagement.”
"Look at you, defending other people,” He laughs again. “Now you’ll tell me that you’ll do whatever it takes to make me leave them alone. Didn’t you just say you don’t want to be my puppet, dear?"
"Not everything is strategy.”
"Life is a great strategy and at this point you should know better.”
"Why don't you focus on your other children and forget about me?"
“Oh no, I could not abandon any of my children.”
"You manipulate them.”
“You are the real problem,” He stands up and circles the desk. “Listen, you will marry Regulus Black, have his heirs, and both of you will be the dark lord's most important aides. Don't worry, after all this is over and the traitors surrender, there will be nothing left of what you used to care about.”
"What do you mean?"
He puts his hands on my shoulders and squeezes hard.
“Lily Evans, Marlene Mckinnon, Jenna Parker, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, James Potter and Sirius Black… That's what I mean.”
My father returns to my desk and smiles satisfied with my reaction.
“It does not matter if you are of age, you, Persephone Amelia Singh, belong to me. You are my daughter and you must follow the orders of your true family. You cannot run away and no one can help you. Don't count on Alphard or anyone else. Your hands are tied and it will be easier if you give up now.”
After working on everything that I’ve achieved, on the new family that I have created, on everything that I’ve discovered, lost by a few simple orders. A war in the near future and I’m destined to be on the wrong side. Suffering in silence.
“No," I pull out my wand and hold it tightly. "I won’t give up. Never,” I clench my teeth and stand up. “You're no longer my family.”
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Review: The Stranger by the Shore (Movie)
Good Morning, Good Evening, Good Afternoon! Josh here! You know, I’ve been an anime fan for a little over 20 years now, and over the course of those 20+ years, I’ve watched shows or movies where I’ve said to myself, “I really don’t think I’m the target demographic for this one.” When I heard the premise of The Stranger by the Shore, I originally thought, “Meh, this just looks like one for specific fans of this genre. Probably not for me.” But this past Sunday, I saw Twitter go crazy over this movie, heaping prodigious praise for this rather short film, so I figured “Meh, why not? I need to watch something to wash the tastes of Girlfriend, Girlfriend out of my mouth” and checked it out.
Three viewings later, and I can honestly say that I was, in fact, exactly in the target audience for this one. Why? Because it’s about love. And after watching the farce of Girlfriend, Girlfriend, I kinda needed to be reminded what pure, genuine love looks like, and how this particular kind of love has many challenges both internal and external.
So what makes this movie so good? Let’s get into it. I’m Josh, the Cajun Samurai, and this is my review of The Stranger by the Shore...and interestingly enough, this is my very first review of an LGBTQ+ anime!
Okay guys, time to be a bit serious here. I know, it’s weird coming from me, but don’t worry, it won’t last long. I am duty-bound to let you guys know that this movie is rated “TV-14” on Funimation’s website, and honestly, were I in charge of the rating scale, I would probably rate it a little more mature as it does feature talk about sex and features characters engaging in intimacy. While nothing is seen, much is implied. If you decide to watch this film, but are put off by this sort of thing, it starts at 47:00, and ends at 49:30 if you’re streaming on Funimation’s website. Okay, end of disclaimer. Let’s get into it.
The Stranger By The Shore is based off a manga series by Kanna Kii. It begins with Shun, a writer living in Hokkaido with his aunt after running away from home. Why would he run away? Simple. Shun is gay and would not enter into an arranged marriage with his childhood friend. His parents were naturally upset over this revelation (How dare you not marry the bride we picked out for you?! And how dare you have other preferences for who you love?!) and so Shun hot-footed out of there to his aunt’s house to work on his book.
One night, Shun sees a young man making like Otis Redding and sitting on the dock of the bay watching the tide roll away. Shun’s aunt explains that the boy, named Mio, is now an orphan after having recently lost his mother (his father died earlier). Shun decides that he wants to try and befriend the boy, but Mio is having none of it, misinterpreting Shun’s advances as pity over the loss of his mother. However, this misunderstanding is quickly cleared up and Mio apologizes, saying that he was actually glad and didn’t mind if Shun was trying to flirt with him. After a day of unsuccessful fishing and a delightful dinner of curry, Mio reveals that he’s being sent to an orphanage on the mainland of Japan, and would only be able to communicate with Shun by phone once he arrives. Shun is pretty down about this.
Time passes and Shun’s cousin is moving out to live with her girlfriend, leaving an open spot at the house. Who could possibly fill it? Why, it’s Mio of course. Our boy is now 20 years old and is able to make his own decisions in life, including but not limited to love. Mio is fully ready to start up a relationship with Shun, not caring what society thinks, but Shun, having been on the receiving end of rumors and teasing about his sexuality, tries to get Mio to think twice about his decision, not wanting him to be ostracized as he was. This results in a couple awkward moments where Mio really wants to take their “relationship” to the next level, but Shun dragging his feet, just barely able to say “I love you” to Mio.
Oh, and if that weren’t enough, later on, Shun’s former fiancé, Sakuraku, comes to the village with some news: His father is gravely ill and wants to see his son before he punches his ticket on the Midnight Train to Georgia. Naturally, Shun is not too excited to see the parents who shunned him, nor is he excited to see the woman who he was once engaged to (albeit through an arrangement). Mio meanwhile is showing some signs of jealousy and a little insecurity at this new arrival. Is this new girl going to take Shun away from him? Will Shun actually go back to the girl that he left at the alter? Find out next time on DragonBall Z!
So yeah guys, I really and truly like this one. As I mentioned, I’ve watched it three times so far since it came out. The first time I watched it on my own just to see what all the commotion was about. Then I watched it a second time to take screencaps and offer up Twitter commentary as I typically do, and the third time…well…it was because the movie is just that freaking good.
It’s awesome just viewing a romance play out over time and watching two people deal with their respective issues to find one another. That’s part of what drew me to shows like Toradora, Kare Kano, Yuri on Ice, Wotakoi: Love is Hard for an Otaku, and Horimiya. Watching a romance from the very beginning and see it work itself through to its inevitable conclusion is beautiful, and that’s what you get with this one.
I also love the fact that this just isn’t a typical high school romance story. Yes, I know how ironic that sounds after the last sentence where I praised a bunch of high school based shows, but still… sometimes you just want a story with two mature adults instead of two crazy kids who are probably operating more on hormones than true love…even though there are times when Mio, young lad that he is, REALLY wants to make his relationship with Shun more physical, bless his heart.
Another thing that I really loved about this story are the differences in how Shun and Mio see the world with regard to their sexuality. While Shun sees their relationship through a somewhat wary lens, and doesn’t want Mio to be hurt like he was, Mio is much more of a free spirit, not allowing anyone or anything deny him from what he really wants. Part of me feels like the differences between these two are because of the times they grew up in. Shun is older than Mio, and no doubt grew up in a time where being LGBTQ+ was something to be scorned, mocked and bullied for. Mio, being a more modern and in some ways a more mature young man, understands what he’s in for and yet has no problem with it because he knows he loves Shun and in his mind, that’s all that matters.
One other thing that I find refreshing with this movie is that it doesn’t have any complex or mystical story lines. While I enjoy movies like Weathering With You and Your Name, sometimes those movies can just be too complex for their own good, adding mystical elements to a story that can at times clouds the waters. In fact, there are two moments where the characters seemingly pass out at different times during the movie after highly stressful situations, and I couldn’t help but think, “Okay, here comes the magical mystical stuff…these two are the reincarnation of some long lost, Feudal Era star crossed lovers that are bound by fate by the red string of something-or-other and they have to find the mystical key of the twilight or something…” But to my great surprise, these dorks were just TIRED. No magical journey, no mission they have to accomplish, just…tired. That is surprising. The Stranger by the Shore pretty much makes the characters the standout elements. These guys don’t have mystical powers, there’s no legend they have to figure out in order to save the world, there’s no time travel or dimension portals… it’s just a love story like any other.
Speaking of things that aren’t a big deal… I feel the need to address the elephant in the room. Yes, the intimate scene between Shun and Mio. Honestly… it’s a non-issue, as it should be. It’s two characters that are of age sharing an intimate moment with each other and they just so happen to be two males. It happens in loads of different anime and it’s not a big deal. Honestly, I found the way the moment was executed to be very realistic, gentle and tastefully done. If you avoid BL anime entirely, (and no judgement whatsoever–it’s not for everyone; watch whatever makes you happy) I suggest you check out our recent articles examining yuri and yaoi anime and see if those give you some food for thought, and maybe make you more likely to try out The Stranger by the Shore. Yup, I’m a true southern gentlemen–offering up Food for Thought. You always offer food to your company, thought or otherwise. Now go and get your grub on.
If I could find any faults with this movie, it’s probably that it’s too short and doesn’t give the characters enough developmental time. There’s just so much more I wanted to know about these adorable dorks: What was Shun’s life before the arranged marriage? How did he end up becoming a writer? What was Mio’s father like? How was Mio’s time in the orphanage? At just under an hour including credits, it feels like this movie could’ve explored so much more and expanded this beautiful world it created. This movie does a great job giving us endearing and lovable characters, but not enough time to fall even deeper in love with them.
Also, as a somewhat unrelated complaint, Funimation, please do the streaming anime community a favor. Please, please, PLEASE fix your video player! It’s just a mess! Sometimes the volume bar would be stuck on the screen long after I adjusted it, thereby ruining any screen captures I wanted to get. Also, please add closed captioning to the English dub video. It’s really a drag that the hearing impaired can’t enjoy the writing in the dub like everyone else, and it also sucks when bloggers like myself don’t have the text at the bottom of screen captures for context of a particular scene. You are partially owned by Sony Pictures… you can do better than this! But, I digress…
Speaking of Funimation, this movie was dubbed and released by Funimation Entertainment with director David Wald in the director’s chair. Honestly this was quite a shock to me as I would’ve expected Sentai Filmworks to put out a title like this, as they have never been shy to license and dub anime with LGBTQ+ themes. Yes, Funimation has put out a few here and there, the most famous being Yuri on Ice, but in my eyes, Sentai has always been THAT company to go to for movies and anime series like this. In fact, Hi Dive, Sentai’s streaming service, has an entire section devoted exclusively to LGBTQ+ anime and movies. Funimation? Not so much. But I digress.
Director Wald does an amazing job with this production, getting outstanding performances out of Josh Grelle (Shun) and Justin Briner (Mio). These two are just AMAZING in their roles, and captured these characters perfectly. Just try not to think about that when watching the English dub of Dr. Stone, as these two guys also play the bodyguard brothers Kinro and Ginro respectively. Speaking of Dr. Stone, listen closely and you’ll hear Senku Ishigami (Aaron Dismuke) as one of Shun’s classmates in a flashback.
So where does that leave us? Simple. This movie ranks a prodigious 9/10 for me. A must see. The Stranger by the Shore features a story that’s simple yet beautiful, adorably awkward and engaging characters, and acting that is just top notch in the English dub. The only thing that you may find a problem with is that there isn’t more of it. By the time the ending credits roll, you’ll want more of this one. Trust me.
Yes, I know that the story of two guys starting a romantic relationship might not be in everyone’s wheelhouse and the intimate moments might be something that gives you pause, but honestly, wherever you fall in the sexual identity debate or however you feel about it on a religious level, I can’t stress enough that you owe it to yourself to give this movie a chance. Because, at the end of the day, A has much to say about love and acceptance, things we ALL know a thing or two about and long for—gay, straight or otherwise.
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The Stranger by the Shore can be streamed through Funimation.
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the inherent homoeroticism of the training room floor
some driftrod kissing in the middle of sword fighting practice, just ‘cause
(read it here on ao3!)
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Today, they’re practicing sword versus no-sword combat. Rodimus feels it’s obsolete because sword should win every time. He tells Drift as much; Drift just smirks at him, and proceeds to hand him his aft in three seconds flat.
Now they circle each other, Rodimus with a casualty Ultra Magnus would deem sloppy, but he called disarming, and Drift with well-practiced poise. Optics alert, legs perfectly spaced, servos curled, ready to catch anything Rodimus may throw at him.
Catch… Hm. Now that was an idea.
Rodimus grins and throws the sword to the side, leaving Drift with just barely a second to look confused before Rodimus is launching himself at him. Drift shouts and tries to sidestep out of the way, but Rodimus snags him by the arm at the last second, and they both go tumbling across the floor in a complete mess of limbs and curses. When Rodimus feels them losing momentum, he waits until the last second to heave his whole mass one last time. When they finally come to a stop, Rodimus is atop Drift with one servo splayed on the ground just next to his head, and his forearm pressed down against the softer cables of his throat.
He’s missed this so much.
“I dunno about you,” Rodimus says with a smug cocking of his helm, “but this feels like winning to me.”
Drift rolls his optics. “If you can win a sword fight without using a sword… Sure. But you really shouldn’t do that again. I’m serious, Rodimus,” he said firmly when Rodimus cocked a smug smile at him. “You’re lucky I didn’t have any weapon to try to block you with. I could have really hurt you if I did. If I had a sword, you would able to stop yourself from flying into it. If I had a gun, I could have shot you. Your future opponents won’t be so kind.”
“Worked on you, didn’t it?” Rodimus grinned. “That means it’s guaranteed to work on anyone else.”
“I feel like that may be an abuse of logic.”
“How about this then? I think it means I’m just that good.”
“How would you know?”
“Ouch. Lose a life.”
“You’ve used that line before.”
“Originality is a sham, Drift.”
That gets a quiet chuckle out of Drift, which makes Rodimus huff a laugh that gets a little caught somewhere in his intake and comes out as a bizarre snrk sound.
Drift sputters. “What was that?”
“I don’t know! I didn’t even know I could make that noise!” Rodimus exclaims.
“Can you do it again?”
“I dunno, wait, wait, hold on—Primus it was like, I think… Nope, that’s not it. I got my intake to close up a bit near the back of my glossa? I can’t do it now—”
“Like this—?”
Drift replicates the noise perfectly, but he seems to realize partway through it how absolutely ridiculous it is to be pinned on the ground by his best friend while making stupid noises at him because he bursts out into laughter. That sets them both off, and then they can’t quite seem to stop. It’s like the fact that they can still giggle themselves strutless despite everything this universe has each done to them is in and of itself hilarious.
“This is dumb,” Rodimus wheezes.
“I know, I know,” Drift gasps out, glowing drops of fluid glimmering in the corners of his optics. Rodimus really likes Drift’s laugh. He really likes Drift’s laugh. It’s a rarity, and so soft most of the time, like he isn’t quite sure he’s doing it right, and it brings a probably weird amount of joy to Rodimus to be graced with hearing it.
Their helms are just inches apart when they finally collect themselves, their attempt at calming down broken up by bouts of snickering. A sweet, light joy bubbles through Rodimus that has him grinning uncertainly at Drift as their optics meet. They’ve been close before, but never like this. Never where Rodimus’ exhaust pipes bracket Drift’s helm. Never where Drift’s servo hovers hesitantly over Rodimus’ abdominal plating. Never where they can each feel the press of a question with every unsteady in-and-exvent.
I could kiss him. He could. And it should alarm Rodimus how much he suddenly wants to kiss Drift just a touch more. But what actually alarms him is how little alarm he feels. And then he realizes that he absolutely shouldn’t be considering this at all. He thinks, I should move, and he does not. I need to move, he tries again, and still, he does not. Neither does Drift. The moment to brush aside the awkwardness comes and goes once, and then twice. It shifts into something else entirely when Drift’s optics flash as Rodimus’ gaze slips downward.
“I wan—”
“Can you—”
They stop at the same time, then try speaking at the same time. And they laugh again, more a rush of warm air through their vents that mingles and disperses as a single breath across their faceplates than an actual laugh.
“You first,” Drift says quickly.
Rodimus swipes his glossa along his bottom lip. He’s almost painfully aware of the soft, slight trembling of Drift’s chassis beneath his servos, every slight shift in his frame when he tilts his helm at Rodimus.
“I was gonna say.” He stops. He couldn’t really be thinking of actually saying it, was he? Should he? Every ounce of logic in him says no, absolutely not, what the Pit are you thinking, do you want to ruin everything again? but a keen spark behind Drift’s optics says yes. “I was gonna say,” he tries again with too much honesty rasping his voice, “I think I wanna kiss you.”
Drift’s lips part further, probably definitely to ask just what kind of rust had spread to Rodimus’ processor, or to demand him to get the hell off of him. Either way, it really shouldn’t make Rodimus want to kiss him more.
But then nothing comes out. Drift just stares at Rodimus with this—this completely dumbfounded look, like he needs to replay his audio feeds to confirm, and then re-confirm the nonsense Rodimus had just spewed at him. Why isn’t he saying anything? Drift always knew what to say. Primus, Rodimus must have royally fragged it if he’s struck Drift speechless. He should apologize. Or laugh and go, Kidding! Unless Drift actually said yes, in which case, he totally wasn’t, and scrap, he actually really, really wants to kiss Drift right now.
“What about you?” he blurts, because he is an idiot who just told his best friend he wants to kiss him. With a sharp intake, Rodimus moves to scramble off of Drift, but a strong servo shoots out and holds him firm. Rodimus stares at Drift, spoilers twitching, in-vents coming pressed and quick, optics roving wildly for any sign to tell him that this is another irreparable mistake. A tension in Drift’s neck struts, an uncomfortable flick of his audial fins, a stiffness to his jaw. But there’s nothing, nothing but fondness and reassurance and a smile warm with understanding.
Drift tightens his grip.
“Actually,” he says softly, “I was going to ask if you would kiss me.”
Oh.
“Oh,” Rodimus says dumbly. “I—Hahhh, no! I mean—” he backtracks clumsily when Drift’s eager face falls, and that spark in his optics had been hope, Rodimus simply hadn’t realized it for what it was until it was gone. God, shit, was this actually happening? “I mean, yes! Yes, I—Scrap, I wanna, and I was gonna, kiss you, but uh, I didn’t wanna do it if you didn’t want me to, ’cause that’s a scrap thing to do, but I still kinda really want to? No, slaggit, I do, I do want to—”
Drift’s smile, which had steadily returned and grew as Rodimus rambled, quirks in a fondly annoyed way. Rodimus stammers to a stop when Drift suddenly hauls him in until their faces, their lips, are just a breath apart.
“I want you to, too,” he says simply.
“Frag,” Rodimus whispers. “Seriously?”
“Have you ever known me to joke?”
“Okay, that is the biggest load of scrap I’ve ever heard. Remind me again who it was that—”
“Rodimus,” Drift says, and oh, didn’t that teasing lilt to Rodimus’ name sound like a, please?
“Frag,” Rodimus says again, and they finally crash together. Right away, Drift sighs, his mouth opening just the slightest, but Rodimus doesn’t try to push it. He’s too enthralled by how Drift’s lips are so smooth and cool beneath his. They’re addictively soft, and he can’t help tilting his helm a little bit to sink closer into that comfort. That small action sends a flare of hot yes-good-this-is-right through his whole frame, and he groans as it rushes over him. Drift hums in return and finally cups his servos to Rodimus’ sides, and it feels… The right word can’t quite make it through the giddy buzz scrambling his thoughts. All Rodimus knows is that if the frighteningly powerful bolt of more that shoots through him is when Drift presses closer actually means anything, it must be something synonymous with pretty damn amazing.
They eventually somehow manage to sit up without breaking the kiss. Rodimus is hyper-aware of every instance of where they touch, the scrape of their armor, the heat it brings, the prickle it leaves. Drift does something with this mouth that Rodimus can’t pinpoint, but it fires off a thrill that goes straight to his spark and leaves him hastily shooing away the warnings for his cooling fans to flick on. It’s a kiss he berates himself—admittedly a damn good one, but nothing should be getting him this excited. Maybe it’s just a symptom of kissing Drift specifically.
Rodimus shifts his legs to instead be on either side of Drift’s hips, effectively straddling him. He can arrange their chest plates better this way so he can make their kiss deeper. Really, it’s innocent! Mostly! But the second the thought occurs of what were to happen if he were to move down a few inches, if he were to slide their closed arrays over each other, he realizes how easy it is to turn this into something he’d never forgive himself for if he ruined it.
Reluctantly, Rodimus moves away with a faintly wet noise. He doesn’t go far; his lips still graze Drift’s with every quiet in and exvent. He isn’t sure how to proceed from this sparking stillness that’s settled between them. Given how Drift tilts his forehead forward to lean on Rodimus’ cheek and simply sighs, he doesn’t know, either. Part of Rodimus wants to back away and ask what in the Pit they’re doing. The other half is dangerously attracted to the faint sheen on Drift’s lip and wants to tackle him into the floor again.
He does neither because Drift ends up beating him to the punch anyway.
“Alright?” he murmurs, his optics a hooded, glimmering blue.
Rodimus can’t help it: he laughs again. “Alright?” he rasps incredulously. “I am—so-hoh alright right now. I’ve literally never been more alright in my whole functioning. Uh.” A blush decides right now is the appropriate time to show up. “A-and what about you? You alright?”
Drift grins. He’s got a beautiful smile. It’s so big and bright, and he somehow does it with his whole frame like it can’t be contained just within his face. His audial fins flick up and twitch a little bit, his optics shine, his chest piece swells a little bit. It’s incredible, and Rodimus is a little stunned at how late he is to realize how much he loves it, how much he loves—
“I’ve never been better.”
Rodimus sighs and ducks his head into the junction between Drift’s neck and shoulder. “What about us?” he murmurs. “Are we alright?”
“Yeah. Yeah, we are.”
“...I can’t believe we did that on the training room floor.”
“I know.”
“Wanna do it again?”
“God, yes.”
#driftrod#drift#rodimus#mtmte#maccadam#fluff#my writing#yeah i got hit with the feeling of#yknow. when ur brain enters dumbass mode because u realize u love someone#yeah
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