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#ship: your entire heart
thee-morrigan · 4 months
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golden hour
The Wayhaven Chronicles Nate Sewell/Holland Townsend (f!detective) 1.3k words rated G read it on AO3
— The first thing Nate saw that morning was a pair of dark green eyes, close enough and focused enough that he almost started. 
Next to him, Holland smiled a bit sheepishly. "Hi."
He couldn't help but return the smile, feeling a warmth spread through his chest.
"Good morning," he replied, voice still husky with sleep. He shifted closer, reveling in the sleep-warm softness of her body against his as he draped an arm over her hip. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her familiar scent — smoky and spicy-sweet and delicately floral, like bourbon and rosewater.
“You’re up early,” he murmured against her skin, his lips curving upwards as he felt her shiver slightly.
Holland let out a contented sigh as she nestled closer to him. It was still early, the first fingers of morning light stretching lazily through the blinds, painting the room in muted gold stripes.
"I could say the same for you," Holland quipped, the wry humor in her voice betraying her alertness, despite the early hour. “You know, I really feel like it goes against the natural order of things for a vampire to sleep more than a human,” she continued.
Nate gave a hum of a laugh, the sound vibrating against her skin, making her shiver again, squirming against him. “Or perhaps you don't sleep enough," he said, a teasing lilt in his voice. "I’m surprised you’re still in bed.”
“I mean, it’s still—” she paused and twisted in his arms, one hand still pressed against him, the other stretching toward the nightstand where her phone lay. She tapped a finger against it and squinted against the brightness of the screen, eyes still unfocused and drowsy, until the blur of white lines shifted into something resembling numbers. 
“—early,” she finished after a beat, the smudge of almost-numbers appearing close enough to five o’clock that she stopped trying to read the too-bright screen with any precision. “I imagine most people in this time zone are still in bed.”  
She turned back to him with an arched brow, letting him tug her closer again as she allowed herself to be coaxed back into the warmth of their shared body heat.
Nate chuckled softly, pressing his lips against the crown of her head. “I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you well into your second cup of coffee at this time of morning before. More than once,” he teased, soft amusement curling at the corners of his mouth.
“Yeah, well,” she drawled, tipping her head back to look up at him with a lopsided grin. “I know this is probably shocking, given how much I rely on my caffeine dependence as a personality trait, but— I might find staying in bed with you slightly more appealing than coffee.”
His smile widened, though with less amusement now, and he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the bridge of her nose, then another, lingering one to her mouth, one hand sliding up her arm to cup her cheek.
“High praise,” he said with another hum of soft laughter. “Considering how much you love coffee.”
“I often find myself wondering if it’s one of the great loves of my life,” she quipped. “Coffee, I mean.” 
The smile she shot him was placid enough, but the tiny intake of breath was a little too sharp and shallow to maintain the air of casual humor she was projecting, the brief, fluttering spike in her pulse belying her words.
“Of course. Coffee,” Nate agreed, and though his tone matched hers in its dry informality, his expression had softened, the affection in the dark warmth of his eyes so radiant that she had to fight the urge to shield herself from its glow.
"May I ask what the others are?"
She blinked, pulling herself out of the softness of his gaze. "Um. Others?"
"You said one of the loves of your life," he clarified, that teasing lilt back in his voice.
"Oh, ah... well," she stammered, pulling back a fraction, her eyes drifting away from his as she thought, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. "Books, obviously," she offered after a moment, her attention returning to his face, but not quite meeting his eyes. "Music, more obviously."
The smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth was almost indulgent. "Obviously," he echoed, running his thumb along the curve of her jaw. "Anything else?" he asked, his voice gentle and coaxing.
Holland hesitated, a hint of uncertainty crossing her features before she mustered a small smile. "Well, if you really want to be this sappy this early in the morning," she started, her cheeks flushing despite her best efforts to remain nonchalant, "I suppose I'd also include you on that list. Also obviously."
Nate's smile grew even wider at her confession, the radiant warmth in his eyes rivaling the first rays of dawn filtering in through the blinds. "Really?" he murmured, the teasing edge to his voice all but gone now.
"Yes, really," she affirmed, her tone playful, but her gaze steady and sincere.
He cupped her face gently, his dark eyes flickering with an abundance of affection that Holland found almost overwhelming.
"In that case, I am honored," he murmured, his thumb brushing her cheek in what felt like reverence.
Holland shrugged, feigning indifference even as a warm smile threatened to break free. "Yes, well, I've got to have something to put on that list other than caffeine and escapism."
"Naturally," he agreed with a soft laugh, his breath ruffling the ends of her hair.
Her mouth curled into a grin as she looked at him, the giddy sensation fluttering in her chest making it impossible for her to remain aloof. Nate smiled back at her, and the sheer joy on his face shone so brightly that Holland wondered if some levels of happiness ought to require some kind of protective eye wear. 
The thought made her laugh. “You keep smiling at me like that and I’m going to have to make a pinhole camera just to look at you.”
That made him laugh too. And then he was kissing her again, still half laughing, fingers sliding through her hair, cupping the back of her head. 
When he finally pulled back—barely, just far enough to rest his forehead against hers—she kept her eyes closed for a long moment before opening one and squinting up at him dubiously. 
“What?” He was still smiling at her, but its effect was somewhat dimmed by bemusement.
She opened her other eye. “Just checking to see if I need, like, those solar eclipse glasses or something.”
“Well,” he said, fingers light as a breath on her cheek as he brushed a lock of hair out of her face, curving it behind her ear. “I find I have a lot to smile about. Much more so lately.”
This last he said into her skin, mouth tracing a warm path along her jawline.
"Is that so?” She managed to keep her voice steady despite the delicious distraction of his lips on her skin. She reached up, twining her fingers through the soft waves of his hair.
"Yes,” he replied, voice muffled by the soft curve of her neck. “More than you can know.”
He pulled away just enough to look at her, his hand rising to gently cup her cheek. "I mean it, Holland," he said earnestly. His fingers grazed down the side of her arm, causing goosebumps to blossom on her skin. "You've made me happier than I ever thought possible."
There it was again, that unbearable honesty that made her breath catch. Holland's heart did a gentle, awkward somersault — an inelegant thing, all elbows and knees and unbalanced tumbling against her rib cage — and she closed her eyes, swallowing down the effervescent swell of emotion simmering in her throat.
It bubbled over anyway, escaping in a breathy giggle as she opened her eyes again. "I just want you to know," she said, mirth still shimmering in her eyes, "that you will be the one explaining to Adam why I stole his sunglasses."
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captainbfresh · 18 days
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I want them to get married so during the vows Tommy can take the piss out of Evan 'I'm an ally' Buckley for a disastrous first date
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mamawasatesttube · 8 months
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saw someone being wrong about kon on the internet again (i know. shocking) and you are all so lucky i'm sick and feverish and lazy because i DID just seriously entertain the thought of writing up a small essay complete with issue and panel citations about why it's simply incorrect to say that kon never really seemed to reciprocate any sort of crush on tim before geoff/tt03. this is just not true. you dont have to actually ship them but to downplay their importance to each other even in the earliest days is simply incorrect. i'm too tired and achy to bother digging through comics to pull up all the issues that have the bits i want to point at but like... they were both very mutually important to each other from early on. it was in no way shape or form one-sided, whether you want to read that as platonic or romantic. man.
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spaceratprodigy · 4 months
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martianbugsbunny · 10 months
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It is now blorbo o'clock which is to say I just watched Captain Marvel for the Talos content and holy cats he and Nick go from enemies to hand-holding in like zero seconds flat
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ourmondobongo · 6 months
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Do you think Levihan as a ship is dead now because of the new relationship chart? They did so much for each other that saying that they only just appreciate/respect one another seems like it ignores the show, even if you don't take their actions to be romantic
Hey!
I think you anon may be trying to read too much where there is no need to. That was only a simple diagram resuming in one or two sentences things that were actually canon and more than obvious atp?! Imo, it's actually funny and kind of a nostalgic throw back to the first snk diagram! Iirc, that one said that Levi and Hanji thought about each other as "there is something wrong with them!" Very shippy lmao
But now excuse me, if I may add something...
If I'm reading the reason behind this ask correctly, I think it's just a matter of individual perspective.
Just like you have your own reasons to love levihan and any other ships from other media, other people have their own. Things for them may change, but you don't have to take it personally - it's one's voice, and not YOUR voice, and much less a universally shared opinion.
So imo, if you truly love (or hate) something, I don't think it's necessary to stand by an idea that you dislike/don't agree just because someone else shared their own thoughts on the matter.
They are they. You are you!
So if I may give a unprompted advice, don't let other ppl's individual ship experience dictates what you like. I do not speak for an entire ship community, and I honestly don't think anyone does. So even if it's just nice to see some validation of your feelings shared with other ppl you follow, you don't have too take mine/other opinions as something EVERYONE else will think. I even ship ZekeHan lmao.
Levihan to me is much, much more than literally two phrases written in a piece of media. I've been following their story for 10 years. I don't care - and won't take a little diagram describing the relationships between the characters saying they have mutual respect as something that "kills" my ship. They are not only my fav and second longest ship ever, but my OTP!
But, again, that is me.
Would you stop shipping levihan just cause I said I've stopped? I don't believe you would. And I'm definitely sure thousands of levihans won't.
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"If your entire body is replaced by speedforce are you really the same person you started out as? "
i mean seeing as how skin cells work in the real world I gotta go with "obviously"
I gotta tell ya, if your brain completely dies and then rebuilds itself from scratch then you might wanna go see a doctor. Same for any nerve cell, really.
Cause yeah, skin cells do replace themselves at a very quick rate but your brain? You're stuck with what you got. And, uh, it's arguably the most important part. It's what makes you 'you'.
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imruination · 1 year
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shadow and bone fans have me screaming
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thee-morrigan · 2 months
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Happy Valentine’s Day, lovely person 🌹
It’s been wonderful to get to read updates for À la recherche du temps perdu again. I love your writing, your prose, so much! A small confession: you were one of the people whose writing I was (am) in awe of, maybe even a little intimidated by, before joining tumblr. Luckily it turned out that you’re also very nice haha!
Here’s a romance-themed OC question for any OC(s) of your choosing (no pressure to answer on Valentine’s day itself, or at all):
What does your OC get as a Valentine’s gift for their LI (if anything)? What does their LI get them?
hey, Nonny, quick question: is this weekend good for meeting my family or would next be better for you? they keep asking about the person whose name I've been doodling on all my notebooks with a bunch of hearts and rainbows, so, you know. call me, maybe? 😘
seriously, though, this made my whole day, so thank you, sweet friend -- and happy valentine's day!! 🌼💕
and I LOVE this question, so thank you for that, too!
tbh, the answer I thought of immediately is the V-Day fic I wrote two years ago for Nate/Holland, in which Holland gives Nate a wild goose chase of a scavenger hunt (and in return Nate gives her the gift of not teasing her too much about putting so much effort into a holiday she continues to insist she doesn't care about lmao).
But! That is a link and not *really* an answer! So here is the other thought that sprang to mind for Petra/Ava:
Experiences count as gifts, right? because Petra 100% gifts Ava one of two things: she either takes her on a laser tag date (and somehow really believes she has a chance of winning, which, of course, she does not) OR they spend a day doing wine tastings (in my head, Petra's Wayhaven is more or less based on/around the Willamette Valley, so this is a pretty accessible activity).
Ava gives Petra a personalized crossword puzzle. Petra does the NYT crossword every single day (and not-infrequently times herself because she's a competitive nerd), so this is a perfect gift for her -- especially because who but Ava would understand the importance of making the clues sweet/heartfelt but not easily solved?? (Alternatively, Ava could gift Petra an afternoon with an adult-sized bouncy house and a jumbo bag of green apple jellybeans, because yes, she is a competitive nerd, but also she is often essentially a very tall child.) ..and my snarkier answer for Petra and Ava is a kiss where no one cries fjdkjsf (I mean. after B3 and Holiday Magic, they! both! deserve this!!)
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awalkoflife-arc · 6 months
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bradley 'rooster' bradshaw + avigail 'karma' baker.
( ft. @awalkoflife and @ltkarma )
A STUDY IN ; soulmate separation / trauma fuelled by the grief of love and loss / a life of service and a legacy to fulfil / the unyielding force of the ocean / the vastness of the sky / the serendipity of showing up just in time / trusting that your wildest dreams will find you again / realising that the ghosts of your past aren't meant to haunt you forever / the process of healing your heart.
© @multi-royalty
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livingislands · 8 months
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They day people start to enjoy media outside of making it solely focused on romance and shipping (even if the media in question has like. Little to nothing of it) is the day I die happy
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godblooded · 2 years
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found a letter i wrote to my mother when i was about thirteen. number one: make it more obvious that i have no self-esteem and never have considering the letter starts with ‘i know i am a difficult child to raise’. number two: the whole letter is me talking about how much i admired and thought she was inspirational for having gotten a dream job she loved so much; about how she was doing an amazing job as a single parent. the kicker is i did this because every year i hoped if I said all these things to her maybe at one point she would seriously believe them. maybe at one point i could hope enough for the both of us and it would work. maybe one day all my encouragement and optimism would work, and we’d be what i wanted us to be to each other. she would be confident and loving and see her own successes and i would have a mother who finally understood the things she accomplished instead of always dwelling on her failures.
mostly i read that letter and now all i can do is cry because i keep asking myself, where did that person go, and how do i get them back?
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gazelessmenagerie · 1 year
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jslittlebirdie · 1 year
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My dear, beloved friend... You're seriously making my eyes wet while I'm on the train, gosh, I sighed so hard🥺😭💜💜 Your mission was successful, you made me soft and lovey-dovey for my husband. And I can never thank you enough. Actually, I'm on my way for my nerd self and self-shipping with Eddie (I'm screaming, I'm getting an autograph and photo tomorrow🥹), but because today is our proposal anniversary thingy, it also feels like I'm taking a little trip with J. I think we both complete us in a way, I'm so grateful to have him and I don't want to let go of him, ever. Ich liebe Jack. *sigh* I wish I could babble more. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, my dear friend😭💜💚
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5ivebyfive · 2 years
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When you and your bff adopt similar expressions.
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stars-self-ships · 2 years
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Y'all want some Valesscah content? ❤️🧡❤️🧡❤️
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