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#BTVS#ATS#btvsedit#atsedit#Coffy#Fuffy#Frunn#Spuffy#Cangel#just my fave ships throwing each other weapons and fighting together#warms my little multishipper heart#mine#bvgifs
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Hidden Gems by sdk | @unmistakablyoatmeal
What can I say about this unsung hero with 211 HP works in her catalogue? Sdk is an author I revisit often because everything she writes is GOLD - both Drarry and rare pairs that check all my boxes with exciting UST, light angst, charming banter and mindblowing hot smut. Age gap, femslash, triads, it’s all here folks. Sdk is every multishipper’s dream writer and there’s something bold and compelling about the way she explores ship dynamics that makes me drool in anticipation, I just know its gonna be a deeply satisfying ride. I can’t say how much I appreciate someone so prolific exploring old beloved tropes and delivering so much top quality content over the years. I had to put my horny hat aside (not an easy feat) to make sure this list included a variety of themes reflecting how resourceful and brilliant Sdk is. The best thing? They’re all pocket size reads, and that means you’ll get obsessed just like me but will be able to go through all of them today. I hope I did a good job (this is my longest reclist yet!) but I still urge you to go check her catalogue and give those brilliant drabbles some love as well. Happy Friday!!!
Drarry
Three series (2013, E, 3.5k) - insanely hot Draco/Teddy & Drarry+Teddy, Sdk was delivering the goodies before this triad was cool 😌🙌
Draco's never one to miss an opportunity. Especially when it comes twice in one night.
Pub Night (2014, E, 7k) - Loo sex! Loo sex! Loo sex! Always a fave, fwb to lovers, sweet sweet get together
In a cramped loo at The Bitter End, what Harry and Draco do is only about one thing: getting off. ...Isn't it? Read my rec here.
Swish and Flick (2013, E, 7k) - really fun and cool time loop fic with pub romance and meddling friends, btw this Ron/Pansy/Hermione triad gives me life!
The Swish and Flick is the last place Draco wants to spend his Saturday evening—especially when he discovers Potter is also in attendance—and he can't wait for the night to end. Unfortunately for Draco, time is not on his side.
Save My Wonders (2014, E, 21k) - gorgeous and sensitive fic about healing and self-love. Chubby Draco, falling in love, found family. A must read!
Immediately chocolate assaulted Draco's senses. Warm melted chocolate mixed with his mother's roses and... something else. Something new. Freshly scrubbed skin and maybe a faint sheen of sweat. It was so familiar... And it only intensified when Potter came up behind him.
The Wand Slipped (2019, E, 35k) - all-time fave! Thrilling case fic with family drama, lots of hot smut and a gorgeous pining Draco that will take your breath away 🥺
After a messy, public divorce and a disgraceful exit from the Auror Department, Harry is trying to rebuild his life as a private investigator. But when his ex-wife ends up in St. Mungo's, and Harry's tasked with finding her attacker, he'll have to confront the mistakes of his past, and rely on an old enemy, in order to get closure and move on, and incidentally, solve the case. Read my rec here.
Rare pairs
A Selfish Desire (2020, E, 1k) - delicious Ginsy short feat. second person POV and anal sex, yes pls!
Ginny has you bent over the kitchen table before you have time to smirk.
Coax to Bliss (2019, E, 2.4k) - exquisite Sirry smut with pining, peak UST and lush shower sex and praise kink, all my favorite things in one place 🔥
Harry likes to break the rules but he's very good at obeying when he wants to.
Always (2012, M, 2.5k) - perfect Harry/Teddy vampire fic full of angst, devotion and trust. My heart!
Harry would do anything for Teddy. Even this.
Bounty (2017, E, 2.7k) - Millie wears a thigh holster and Ginny can’t resist, and we don’t blame her. Super sexy PWP with a hopeful ending, so good
After her divorce, Ginny discovers a new experience might be just what she needs.
Flatmates (2011, E, 5.5k) - what’s a little drunk sex between friends, amirite? This is the only Drarry + Romione you need to read: scorching hot, funny, organic and with amazing chemistry and characterization. A+ content
Hermione is just as bossy inside the bedroom as she is out of it. The reason Draco knows this is because Harry's walls are too thin. Read my rec here.
Make Me Feel, Make Me Hurt, Make Me Whole (2019, E, 6k) - it’s about the yearning!!!! Brilliant “angst with a happy ending” Pansmione with lots of pining, semi public sex, and background Drarry as a treat.
Hermione and Pansy fall in love.
Shut Up and Kiss Me (2018, E, 7.7k) - the sweetest Harry/Teddy AU you’ll see this week with cute smitten Harry and grocery shop romance, we love to see it!
There's a reason Harry walks an extra ten blocks to go to the shops and it has nothing to do with onions.
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Germano Week Day 1: Humanverse/Coffee shop
my multishipper ass had no excuse not to participate so-... this is also on my ao3.
Sure, the night was lively in this odd city. There was nothing wrong with this day, and nothing felt like it could go wrong. The sun was shining in red hues as the sun began to set.
Though, there was one thing.
An entire day had passed, and Lovino just now remembered that he was in an unfamiliar city, fatigued, and without a place to crash for the night.
He'd been all over the town, really. He had this habit of going to cities, checking out their museums, spending a ridiculous amount on food, and forgetting that he had a home to go back to.
Usually he'd be able to snag a hotel room.
However, luck had no intention of giving him that grace.
Every single place he'd call: no available rooms.
"Fuck!" He hung up the phone, probably having just struck fear into the heart of that poor woman.
With a frustrated hiss, Lovino adjusted his jacket and kept walking, muttering under his breath about the stupidity of it all. That is, how he was not immune to consequences, as he so needed to be.
In layman's terms, it pissed him the fuck off.
In terms of his surroundings, he found himself having no choice but to walk. There was no point in having a temper tantrum in public, after all. He was going to find someplace a little more private to be furious at the world.
Furious he would be, stepping into the cafe around the corner. Furious he would remain, witnessing dull, almost industrial decor. His fury only burned brighter when his sights were set on that stupid barista, with the stupid blue eyes and stupid blond hair. His even stupider, dull, almost too practical attire, made him seem like a brick come to life.
"Hey, you. Get me a god damn espresso. Make it a double." The first words he spoke to that stupid brick of a man were laced with the hissing of hot coals.
It didn't phase the barista, who began to prepare his order with no other words spoken. What was the point, after all? His customer had already spoken of his order.
Lovino sat down with a huff, watching the man make his espresso, having nothing else to do. He absentmindedly scrolled on his phone as well, noting another 'star exhibit' soon to be seen in a museum a town over. Maybe later, he mentally remarked.
Though, when his phone screen went dark, Lovino had no choice but to heavily sigh.
Now he was lost, without communication, and tired.
The barista looked over at him, stone cold expression never wavering.
"Is everything okay?" He asked flatly, turning the espresso machine on.
"The hell are you talking to me for?" Lovino bit back.
"You don't seem to have anything else to do." The man answered. "My name is Ludwig."
"...Lovino." The man had a point. Plus, somehow, the way he remained so calm in this moment was soothing. (Not that Lovino would say so. He was too busy being in his own head over it all.)
"Nice to meet you, Lovino." Ludwig answered. "Is there anything you want to talk about?"
"Ehh... I'd rather not rant to you while you're working. It'd be a dick move."
"I can multitask." Something caring shone through in Ludwig. "Do you want anything in your espresso, by the way?"
"Hell no. Anyways, I guess the gist of it is that I'm lost in a city I don't live in! What's worse is that there's not a damn hotel big enough to hold one more fucking guy! It's like God hates me, and loves everyone else today! Fucking shit!" Lovino concluded his rant by screaming into his arms, which now acted as a pillow for his face.
Ludwig took a moment to let Lovino recover, serving his espresso. He felt pity for the customer, who currently was breathing deep sighs of malcontent.
"...do you need a place to stay?"
Lovino's face went red. He wasn't capable of responding verbally in these conditions.
"Nod or shake your head. I promise it's okay." Ludwig found his own face to be warming up a bit. Something about Lovino was extremely cute at the moment.
The customer nodded his head, confirming Ludwig's question.
"Do you mind staying with me for the night? Seeing as you're... Hotel-less."
Lovino nodded again, looking away. "Sure." His pride was hurt, but there wasn't exactly a choice.
Fifteen minutes 'til seven, said the chime of a bell. Outdoors, it was somewhat dark. The gentle breeze wrestled with a tree, playfully stealing a leaf.
Playful. That was a word to describe anything but the scenario Lovino was in. Being forced into the care of a stranger, through a scenario that seems like it would only happen to a man hated by the heavens.
What a weird day.
He downed his espresso with nothing more so say, other than that this was a good espresso. Even if it didn't taste like home.
Somehow, he was reminded of the barista before him through the complex notes of this particular coffee.
Something within Lovino knew that this Ludwig character, despite being a bit of a stick in the mud, was a good man. Kind, even. Good enough to care for a man that God hated. He found himself comparing the guy to a police dog, oddly enough.
Ludwig tidied his counter once more, before grabbing some keys and heading to a door behind the counter. He motioned for Lovino to follow.
"Oh, you live here, don't you? Weirder and weirder." Lovino's remark was considerably less heated with fury. He hardly even remembered what he was angry about. Damn good espresso indeed.
Ludwig led his houseguest up some stairs and into a quaint home. Plainly decorated, besides some pictures, it looked like the owner hadn't lived here for so long.
"Huh... Nice place." Lovino sighed and let himself fall onto the couch. "I'll stay out of your way."
Nodding, Ludwig sat on an armchair and took a few breaths.
Though they sat together in a room in silence for quite some time, there was an unspoken bond between them.
The beginning of something new, perhaps.
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how do u motivate urself to write so much! youre like incredible writing several drabbles every day... i can never make myself write like i always lack either the motivation or energy even tho i have sooooo many ideas...
Hi! Thank you for this message, it's very sweet -- and kind of ironic because I didn't write yesterday, so today my brain is screeching that I NEVER WRITE ANYMORE and I'm desperately trying to tell it, CHILL IT HAS BEEN 24 HOURS. But suffice to say: I feel that feel of it being really hard to motivate yourself to write even when you really, really want to do it.
I struggle a lot with acting on "self-motivated"/"internal" motivation alone (and I'm going to blame the ADHD for that). So even when it quote-unquote "should" be "enough" that I WANT to write, the fact that "it's just me" who wants it makes it hard to actually sit down and do it. That's part of why I'm the world's slowest writer on longfics, too! Only I care whether the story gets finished, so like... who cares? (Besides me, and who'm I? The queen??)
The best thing that I've ever done for my writing habits was to start the drabble project, because even though I rationally KNOW that no one actually cares that much whether I fill their prompt, I can CONVINCE myself that it affects someone else whether I write.
Knowing that I can make someone a little bit happy with my writing by filling their request bumps up my motivation from internal to external -- someone's putting pressure on me/counting on me/waiting for me, and I don't want to let them down. It means a lot to me to think that I can make someone even mildly smile with a contribution that I make to their day, so dangling that opportunity in front of me is enough to kick my butt into finishing my daily drabbles.
I think changing the language for myself from writing being an obligation to being an opportunity also helps -- even though my motivator is external pressure, it's still an opportunity to interact with someone through writing, not an obligation to fulfill. I miss LiveJournal's culture of interaction and discussion in fandom, and if I feel like I can recreate it a little bit by filling prompts, then good. I'm using writing to fill a hole that I have in my nostalgia-heart.
I'm also going to say that IT HELPS SO MUCH NOT TO LIMIT MYSELF TO ONE FANDOM OR PAIRING. I love so many things! I want to write all the things! Sometimes I run out of ideas for my biggest OTPs, and having other options to "recharge" with has been SO helpful. Even though it all depends (for me) on who is being requested at the moment, the breadth of pairings that people gift me the chance to write is a further stretch for my creative muscles, and that helps the drabbles work really well as a "warm-up" for longer writing. That obviously wouldn't work for everyone -- a lot of people genuinely have One True Pairing that they're interested in, and that's totally fine! -- but I've always been a multishipper in my heart and being able to swan around from fandom to fandom and pairing to pairing has been so refreshing and nice.
And honestly, the last helpful advice that I have is less fun and won't sound helpful, but it's the most important part: if you want to write, you just have to do it.
EVEN IF no one cares but you, EVEN IF you're kind of out of ideas, EVEN IF the words are all coming out wrong.
You have to choose whether you want to make writing part of your day-to-day life, and then commit to it if you do. I don't write at the same time every day, but I know a lot of writers who "go to work" at the same time every day and just write whether the creativity is flowing or not.
Writing is a creative muscle, and if you don't exercise it, it will atrophy, just like actual muscles. You can only improve if you do it. Reps and gains, or whatever. If you really don't have it in you to write that day, try to read and study writing craft or outline or research or make a moodboard for your story... anything that will still help that writing muscle flex.
The longer your writing muscle goes without writing, the harder it will be for it to "pull its weight" when you do sit down with the energy and creative flow and motivation, and that's super discouraging. And eventually, you stop sitting down at all. And that's a huge shame! If you love writing, you deserve to get to do it.
That's a big part of why I picked drabbles for my "exercise." They're only 100 words each! Pfft, I can do that! I'm all about endurance, not getting swole.
I would rather write a couple of tiny fics every day and know that I wrote than beat myself up for not working on my longfic every day.
And the BEST benefit of drabbles is that they ARE a good warm-up, so I have worked way more on my longfic in the last year than I would have without drabbles. You can cross-train your writing muscle to be able to work your way up to your Magnum Opus Big Honkin' Masterwerk... you don't have to START there.
So tl;dr, I would MOST suggest finding a way to externalize that motivation. Find a buddy who you can write for, or open up your inbox to prompts. Find the kind of prompts that work best for you -- some people love detailed prompts, but I'm a "one word and a pairing" kinda gal -- and remember that people requested them because you share a love for that fandom/pairing and you both are chasing joy. Even though it's external pressure, if it's stressing you OUT, then retool it. And try to just push through and write as often as you can even without the creativity flowing. Sometimes it's just not gonna, but you can poke around at something anyway and try to get those juices going.
If you're interested in trying drabbles the way that I do them -- one-word prompts for 100-word fics -- I posted a few prompt tables on my blog here that are open for anyone to use. :)
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tagged by @alxina - thank you for the tag!
(i am in a very wordy phase so feel free to skip, people who are only here for gifset reblogs)
Three Ships: ummm, god there's too many. right now vegaspete (and really all the kp ships), heihua, and gahan are the top pairings? i seem to be addicted to almost every ship in the dmbj fandom because the writers are so good - and i'm so often a multishipper for any ship involving my favorite poor little meow meows. but. occasionally i hit a ship where my heart just doesn't really admit any other options and these are three of those (although *adding on* to those ships, well ... see the following answer)
First Ever Ship: i don't think i ever consciously "shipped" something before fandom - i still don't ship while actively consuming media, only when i'm looking at it from the outside (tumblr gifsets count!), so i was always just about canon ships. i'd say though that The Secret Garden was my first confusing ship conflict? mary/colin seemed destined but then mary/dickon was also so right? and thus i very early on hit on my preferred solution to such conflicts even if i didn't quantify it that way at the time - why choose? they each have two hands! ot3s all the way
Last Song: Bringin' On the Heartbreak - Def Leppard (mv version 1 and mv version 2 - y'know i've realized a LOT about what i like in media can probably be traced to early def leppard, joe elliot's thing for chains and arthurian-type mythos included. also long hair and tight pants lol)
Last Movie: was wanting watch Lighting Up the Stars but it's evidently only for rental? and since i'm so scattershot about watching things, i'm gonna have to plan a time when i will for sure sit down and finish it
Currently Reading: Winter's Orbit by Everina Maxwell - just started it, seeing what i think
Currently Watching: still going back to the middle of Love Between Fairy and Devil because i keep putting on eps and zoning out doing something else (sewing buttons, taking down christmas tree) and looking up realizing i've missed bits, even though i've seen the end already. but also keeping up with kinnporsche cast shenanigans on youtube
AND now i just started Blood of Youth bc tumblr has done it *again* - my viki pass is turning out to be my most useful subscription ever (i think there's a link to the novel it's based off of circulating on tumblr - i need to find again)
Currently Consuming: yuletide fics! kinda want to do a post on the ones i really enjoyed so far ...
also book rec lists of diverse literary romances (NOT romance genre romances, that would be too easy) for work because i personally do not usually care for either straight up romances (meaning i like sff mostly and if there's romance in that's fine and lovely) OR literary fiction, but it's getting to be that time of year (valentine's day approaching)
and: i made cupcakes! for me to consume! (and to test the process)
Currently Craving: the ability to better thermoregulate because it keeps being too cold at night to go without the heater but too warm during the day, so i'm always either chilly or slightly sweaty. i miss only ever being too warm :(
tagging: anybody who wants to share! i feel like i'm imposing too many @s on people lately but i am interested in what people are up to!
#tag game#PLEASE consider yourself tagged if you bother to read this#i like seeing what/how other people are doing even if we don't have fandoms or whatever in common
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1, 5, 7, and 8, you know what fandom we share. :)
hiiiii lazy!! thanks for asking me!! <3
1. A character I used to hate but have since warmed up to:
idk if i ever like hated anyone (outside of like, of course, Mukotsu. duh). but the first time I watched IY I had such a hard time getting excited/interested in Kohaku. He felt bland and wet blanket sad to bby me (fr i was in middle school. I wanted to watch the hot angsty teen dog boys, not the pasty middle school kid who alternates between looking like someone is about to steal his lunch money and just like. total dissociation, lol). BUT BOY OH BOY. Upon more recent rewatches as an adult I'm just like BREAKING MY HEART over this sweet scared child who becomes a competent killing machine and his royally fucked up storyline. truly, whump. He's much more complex than I initially gave him credit for.
5. A character I love but everyone else hates:
okay yes, people don't like actually hate him, really, he's literally in of one of the MOST popular fandom ships. But imo people tend to judge Miroku p hard. Like the pervert stuff, i get it, i know. I get that those aspects of him are flaws that turn people off. that's valid. Perhaps bc he's a pretty main character and he's fun to ship with Sango, people like him despite that, and so I see a lot of correcting/changing his behavior in fic to make him moral/good and less slimy. I do like those fics too, and i do some of this tweaking in my own writing too, ofc. but i think instead of liking Miroku in spite of his flaws, i love him because of them, which is sentiment i don't see as often? I LOVE that he's immoral, that he's a little trash slut (affectionate), that he's sneaky and vain, a conman running for his life and taking what he can get. Give me a Miroku who's in over his head and still asks for more. Give me a Miroku who's shallow and desperate, who knows but doesn't tell. Give me a Miroku who's fucked up.
To be more literal in terms of a character everyone hates, i also really love Naraku. I think most people hate him indiscriminately bc he so quickly goes from "intriguing villain with unique backstory" to "oh god no not the BeEs AgAiN" (bee's here being a equivalent to an overused plot mechanic and unnecessarily complicated objectives), but hey, the bees worked, right!! We all kept watching anyway!! Now there's a trash slut. Main character energy baby, always. Naraku's nastiness is selfish and overwrought in the anime, but also weirdly fascinating to me.
7. An unpopular ship I’ll nevertheless go down with
I am a multishipper tried and true, I love to put everyone with anyone. Did two characters I like maybe interact once in a single episode of canon?? Did they appear next to each other for 3 seconds in one anime opening song?? if so, then there's a 95% chance I've thought about what it could be like if they fucked. It is what it is; I'm like this for literally every fandom i dabble in. The point of this is to say most of the ships i like to write are "unpopular" bc rare pair hell is a real place. We don't have cookies but we do have fluffy cheerleader pom poms for cheering on unusual content.
In a fandom like Inuyasha, where nearly ALL fics fall within 2-4 main pairings, it's fun to flex those rare pair muscles more often for all the juicy possibilities of this wonderful world and it's wonderful characters. IY rare pairs ALWAYS need more love. I contain multitudes, okay? On that note, a list of unpopular/rare ships that currently have me in a chokehold, in no particular order:
Kagura/Kikyou
Inuyasha/Miroku
Sesshomaru/Miroku
Inuyasha/Miroku/Sango poly!
8. A fan favorite ship I just don’t get
Okay i just ranted about being a multi-shipper, so this is actually sort of tough. Even if there are pairings i don't find particularly interesting/stimulating, i've probably read fic and enjoyed fic featuring it. If pushed, Koga/Kagome is a pretty popular ship I have to be in a very specific mood to enjoy. Not to say i wouldn't ever read it, but it's are a toughie.
Of course, now I'm challenging myself to think about it and i mean... well... it's not like his whole vibe isn't hot af....i COULD see it if....
*trundles off to muddle things over in multi-ship land*
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So feel free to ignore! But uh, thoughts on Dimiyuri? Romantic or as a friendship. Was always a little sad they didn’t really interact in game because I think they’d be an interesting pair.
Ok even though i go on and on (and on and on...) about yurileth every single day of my life 24/7...... i am a multishipper at heart
After seeing some fan art of DimiYuri the other day (you probably saw it too anon!) I must say that... i am a fan.
I, too, wish they had supports. I feel like their morals align quite a bit, since they both care about the common people and helping those in need. Dimitri, after fully understanding what Yuri does in Abyss, would probably think of him very highly, and do whatever he could to help (especially once he becomes king).
And as we know, Yuri makes comments about how he thinks Dimitri would make a good thing, which is high praise coming from Yuri.
So. All that said- I think they'd be good friends. I think Dimitri would have a very difficult time understanding Yuri at first, simply because he has probably never met anyone like him before, or even someone in his life position. But after talking a bit I think they would really come to respect each other, and I could see Yuri helping Dimitri or even being an advisor for him after the war.
From a romantic perspective, I think it would take more for them to work as a couple. Mostly because I think it would take a while for Yuri to warm up to Dimitri or the idea of being with him romantically. Now, that's not to say I don't think it would work at all. I'm sure if I read a fic or saw more fan art i'd be like 'oh yeah, see, that'd work' but Yuri is also not one for having longterm romantic relationships in general, so the person has to be Very Special to him. (in my opinion, at least)
SO to summarize - I think it could work, more so as friends than romantically, but I also do think it could work romantically if Done Right. Will I write a fic about it? Probably not. Would I READ a fic about it? If i'm in the mood! Would I reblog fanart of it? Definitely.
Those are my thoughts!!! Don't take my thoughts as canon lol this is all headcanon territory.
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sooooo..... imagine having to social isolate/quarantine away from loki so you're just seeing eachother through glass windows or something?? and like once you do see eachother you have to tell him to keep his distance and he would be so grumpy
a quick fluffy quarantine piece cause i have to start practicing writing faster…
i’ll be answering the asks in my inbox soon, i’m sorry, i’m not ignoring you!
warnings: covid-19 mentions? but not really, just quarantine. mischief and kisses.
“You’re just gonna sit there? Really?”
Loki nods, one firm jerk of his head. “You better believe it.”
Heaving a sigh, you lob a book at his chest and it goes right through him. On the futon to your left, another Loki appears, arms still crossed tight over his chest, brow furrowed, slumped into the widest manspread you’ve ever seen.
That’s the fourth Loki in the room, now. One on the couch, one on the counter next to the fridge, one perched atop the stack of books that started this whole ordeal. This one makes four, all scowling at you.
“I’m not changing my mind,” you tell him, ignoring each one of him as you bustle about, picking up papers and righting the throw pillows on the couch.
“You are impossibly stubborn,” he replies.
“Thank you.”
“You’d make a lovely queen,” the third Loki says, “but let’s not dwell on that right now.”
“Particularly evil, too,” another adds. “You know I love that dress.”
Of course you do, but he’d been being such a pain with this whole “reduced touching,” social distancing thing that you couldn’t help but hit him where it hurts.
Quarantine hit your newlywed household hard, dumping the two of you out of the honeymoon phase and directly into learning how the other operates when left entirely to their own devices.
Loki, it turns out, reads. And writes. And draws. And, around evening time, must cook or bake something or else he’ll be miserable.
Oh, and the last thing: he moves from one thing to the next so quickly, he forgets to pick any of it up when he finishes, leaving the most intellectually chaotic mess atop every surface in the house.
Stacks of books have taken up residence as your new nightstands, coffee tables, and catch-alls, and most of them have a plate with half a scone sitting on their covers, or a coffee cup with one last sip at the bottom, or a cup of tea gone two days cold and leaving a beige ring on his copy of Skáldskaparmál.
You’d had enough. Granted, you weren’t doing the greatest with the quarantine yourself, but the both of you can’t be messy in this new home. One is enough.
“Well,” you huff, and walk right through the Loki in the doorway to the kitchen, “enjoy the view. That’s all you’re getting.”
His pout reaches a new level of pathetic.
It’s one of both of your favorite dresses, the kind of dress that gives you the motivational kick you need to walk with your head held high, the kind that makes you feel unstoppable, like you can accomplish anything in the world.
So when you woke up today, decided today would be the day you tackle the house, you knew you needed to pull out the dress. Plus it would be some good leverage with the pouty prince…
“You’re being unreasonable,” the pouty prince announces. You give him a hearty scoff, eyebrows lifting as you start dismantling one of the book towers by the end of the couch.
“Am I, now?”
“Yes. I’m a god, I can’t get sick.” One of the Lokis hops off the counter and trails after you. “I am the furthest from being at risk of this virus, I think we’re safe enough to kiss—”
“How do we know that?”
“I’m literally a god. Ask Thor, he’ll tell you.”
You almost turn around and kiss him just to shut him up, but catch yourself just in time, resolving to purse your lips at him instead. “That’s not what I mean. I know you’re a god or whatever. I just don’t want to take the chance of either of us getting sick anyways.”
“That,” he says, and the clone steps towards you, “is a risk I’m willing to take.”
He takes your face in his hands, his weirdly warm, seidr-made hands, and leans in to kiss you deeply. You let him, eyes rolling with a sigh and eyebrow quirked as the foggy apparatus of your husband tries to kiss you with the same fervor as if it were really him.
It’s close, definitely close—but it’s still just slightly off. Too warm, too tingly against your lips; he leaves behind a bit of a buzz, and not necessarily the pleasant kind. More along the lines of electricity, an electric shock and static in the air.
“Good enough.” You pat the clone’s cheek and your hand goes through him again, fingertips right through his frown. “Satisfied?”
“Satisfaction is not in my nature,” the real Loki replies, his frown deeper as he stares at the two of you. “Though we do make an attractive couple, I have to admit.”
“Damn right,” you grin, tossing him a wink before turning back to the book stack. There’s a Loki in every direction, watching you, pouting, all desperate to touch you and the original one is chewing his lip.
That can’t be good.
“All of you pick a stack,” you order, waving a hand at the library that exploded in your living room. “You can’t all just stand here and gawk. You’ve got to sort these out, Lokes, it’s getting out of hand.”
The four of them do as you say, grumbling the whole way and throwing you dirty looks. The real Loki plops himself on the floor in front of one of the bookshelves and starts rifling through an array of papers, occasionally crumpling one into a ball and tossing it at you.
And a few seconds later, another one boinks you on the head.
Then another.
“Loki!”
“Hm?”
“Stop it.” You give him your most threatening glare, adding another book to the midgardian must-read pile. “Stop thinking about it, you’ll get used to this.”
“I don’t want to get used to this,” he replies with a huff and rips a piece of paper in two. “I miss you.”
“It’s been barely four days.”
He closes his eyes with a sigh and flops back onto the floor, throwing a dramatic arm over his face. “That’s already far too long.”
“It’s for our own good! Just until we’ve flattened the curve, okay?”
His elbow lifts and one eye cracks open; with a sly smile like that, you know what he’s thinking before he’s even said it.
“Darling, none of the curves I’m interested in have any business being flattened.”
You spin and lunge at him.
He shrieks, but your reaching hands go right through him and instead of landing on him like you’d hoped, you faceplant on the floor, no Loki in sight.
Besides the other three laughing at you from behind, of course.
“I hate you,” you mutter, picking yourself back up and tossing a paper ball at the Loki leaning by the tv. He catches it, and you make a mental note that that’s the real one. “Face me yourself, coward.”
“Oh, those are fighting words,” all three of him grin.
Fighting, huh?
“Fighting” with Loki takes a different kind of intellect. You can’t just hide his stuff or fill his hairdryer with baby powder, petty pranks don’t work on him. You have to hit him were it hurts. And be three steps ahead.
Lucky for you, there’s three Lokis conveniently in the room.
“I need you,” you start slowly, working your way towards the Loki on the left.
The duplicate swallows hard, watching you sidle up closer to him than you have been in the past four days. You can feel the other two Lokis burning gazes on the back of your head, especially when you run your hand up the faded, glowing god’s warm chest.
“Yeah,” he mumbles, leaning into you, “I need you, too.”
“I need you,” you tell him again, your voice dropping to a low purr, “to go clean up the mess you left on my desk.”
A moment of hesitation crosses the clone’s face—then he mutters a “yes, ma’am” and trudges off to the office.
“What’s your play here, love?” Loki asks, raising an eyebrow at you.
You just give him a sickly sweet smile—one that sends his heart pounding, much to his dismay—and sashay your way to the other clone, the one on the right, sitting on the sofa. “Getting you to cooperate.”
This clone grabs you by the waist and pulls you into his lap before you can get handsy with him, but you don’t mind. It’s too easy—you can literally make Loki jealous of himself.
“And what should I have you do?”
“Anything,” the Loki answers earnestly.
“I’m wondering if we should remodel completely,” you muse, stroking a hand through his hair. “That wall could go. Then we can make that entire wall a built in bookshelf. What do you think, sweetheart?”
“Wonderful idea. I love it.” He nods a bit too enthusiastically. “And I think the kitchen needs new cupboards and countertops, everything’s too dark and closed off in here. I prefer open concept, don’t you?”
“Ooh, you’re a sweet one.” Glancing up at the fuming Loki you left by the tv, you give him another grin. “You get a kiss, for that. Can I keep you?”
Real Loki narrows his eyes and bares his teeth, bringing a laugh from your throat as you take Loki’s face in your hands and press your lips to his, ready for the familiar shock and warm buzz of his seidr on your skin.
Instead, he’s solid. Very, very solid. And a little cold, impossibly soft, and his hands don’t have that mystical warmth of a clone when they run down the curve of your back, pulling you closer into him as he kisses you as well as he possibly can.
Wait.
“Loki…”
“Mm,” he replies, and a hand slips behind your neck to keep you in place.
“You little shit—”
He just kisses you harder, muffling his laughter with your lips and pulling you flush against him.
The Loki by the tv fades into nothing with a wave of his hand.
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my favorite bnha ships o(≧∇≦o)
i’m a multishipper (as impossible as that sounds, since i literally ONLY post bkdk LMAO) so i thought i’d make a post documenting my favorite bnha ships! keep in mind that even if i don’t list a ship, it doesn’t necessarily mean i hate it, it’s just not one of my favorites
thought i’d do this to spread some more positivity!!! bnha’s got plenty of cool ships!!! i’m also making this so that if you absolutely hate a ship i list, you can spare yourself the trouble and unfollow and/or not interact :^)
it’s 3 am. expect incoherent rambling. (these are in no particular order btw!)
BAKUDEKU
do i have to explain this. at all. KJDFJD
i’ve actually always loved this relationship, literally the moment the two were introduced, but i had to grow to love them in a more intimate sense, if you get me... i love bakudeku’s dynamic -- it takes the enemies to lovers trope to the absolute limits and enemies to lovers is already one of my favorites! i think the fact that they have such a deep history together while simultaneously having such a rough and complicated middle school relationship really boosts their potential to improve in the future :’)
basically the entire series puts a huge emphasis on their development and how even the worst relationships with the worst communications and the worst personalities can still come out triumphant!!! i especially like how their relationship focuses so much on airing out the bad while simultaneously tackling the good, and how despite their differences they’re still one of the strongest duos.
their lives are so intertwined, they have been from the very start, and i can’t wait to see them finally overcome their obstacles and stand side by side!!! they are the rawest form of soulmates to me; their relationship is some real cinematic poetry ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐
(also, the second bkdk fight that occurs in s3 is still my number 1 favorite scene in the series HAHA)
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TODODEKU
this was my first bnha ship!!! it holds a place very dear in my heart :’)
though i don’t draw this one nearly as much anymore (which is hilarious given how it used to be my absolute #1 favorite), i enjoy their unproblematic, helpful relationship! their dynamic’s all about healing and self-realization and it’s so symbiotic and it makes my heart go aflutter!
there’s so many scenes that i enjoy between the two, since they’re both so chaotic in their own ways, but its in the way where they enable each others’ chaos and it ends up being largely entertaining. regardless, their overall respect for one another is also super cute, even when they’re not yelling and acting way too instinctively LOL
whenever i want some cute fluff art between two fluff boys, my go-to is usually tododeku :) i always feel at ease when they’re together!
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KIRIBAKU
similarly to tododeku, i really found myself enjoying this one when the second half of s1 and most of s2 happened! they’ve got a really fun relationship full of mutual respect and admiration (/^▽^)/
i particularly like how kirishima is the first person bakugou sees as “on his level”, if that makes any sense! i also like all good things to happen to kirishima, because he deserves it!!!
there’s plenty of scenes where the two of them are being so casually touchy and it’s really cute <3 there’s little drama in this one, but sometimes you need a ship with little drama!
and yeah, the hand-hold scene from kamino still lives in my head rent-free
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KIRIMINA
(there’s no gifs of them from the anime...!)
originally i didn’t really care for this ship, because i thought it was a little tacky putting one warm-color-haired character with another warm-color-haired character, but i was so wrong! these two are so adorable, and especially after reading kirishima’s backstory in the manga and how he was so inspired by ashido’s inherent “manliness”, i couldn’t help but fall for their cuteness!!! <333
i’ve always loved the thought of kirishima dying his hair because of ashido, and even adding the little horn-like spikes thanks to ashido’s horns. SO CUTE!!! AAAAAAA
also, a fic that i read a while back actually helped me appreciate this ship as well! i can’t remember the name though o(_ _;o)
anyway, despite not being one of my favorites at first, they’re definitely one of my favorites now!!!
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TODOBAKU
i love these two idiots so much LOL
their personalities are so starkly different -- stoic, calm princely boy x literal ball of rage -- but they manage to work really well together, both on and off the field. i especially like how their relationship starts sour, but unlike bakudeku, they don’t really have to go through too much to get on the same page (due to not having a prior relationship).
i also really like how bakugou claims he doesn’t want to be friends with todoroki, but todoroki is all for being friends with bakugou and almost purposefully uses that to tease bakugou. please give me more snarky todoroki!!! d=(´▽｀)=b
i hope there will be more todobaku moments, because todoroki’s total denseness is so entertaining against bakugou’s trigger-happy sensitivity and i love watching them be stupid together.
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KIRIDEKU
(THERE’S EVEN LESS KIRIDEKU GIFS!!! NOOOOOO!!! well, please enjoy this lovely gif here by pumpkincalico!)
kirideku is just a really pure ship of mine -- it’s two sunshine boys paired up to create the ultimate sunshine!!!
i don’t really have a whole lot of deep analysis for them, because from what i’m aware of, they don’t have a lot of narrative significance. however, that doesn’t matter to me because i think it’s so cute that kirishima clearly thinks deku is super manly and cool and expresses his admiration for him all the time!
i think their relationship would be full of lots of smiles and pro hero fanboying :’)
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KAMIJIROU
these two are the classic “calm, cool and collected x total dumbass” ship that i absolutely adore <3 this dynamic used to be one of my absolute favorites when i was younger, but i still really love it now and kamijirou is the perfect example of it!!!
i love how kaminari helps jirou gain confidence in herself and her talents, whereas jirou helps kaminari gain confidence in his quirk and his usefulness in battle! because these two round each other out in that sense; jirou is relatively proficient in her quirk and kaminari is pretty sound in himself as a whole, so they help each other with the aspects that they’re not so confident in!
or maybe i’m just looking too into it. who knows! i just really love their mutually beneficial dynamic (´∀｀)♡
(also, they get bonus points for both being music people and being major players in their band! that’s so cute!)
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MOMOJIROU
basically my thought process behind this one is “jirou has two hands but they’re both holding momo’s hands”
they’re canonically good friends, which i think is just so adorable, but they’re also always hanging out regardless of the scenario! i also enjoy their taller gf, shorter gf duo, not to mention their clash in styles (elegant and intelligent x spunky and individualistic)! <3
i don’t have a whole lot to say about this one, i just really enjoy how their differences match really well with each other.
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BAKUKAMI
i don’t know how i grew to like this one. but i just do
stupid blond x explosive blond. when put together you maximize the chaos and the panic. also, kaminari canonically calls bakugou “kacchan”, which is normally a name only deku uses. that’s my defense!!!
there’s absolutely no reason for me to enjoy this ship as much as i do, but i just DO. SO. YEAH.
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IIDAOCHA
(i have no idea what their ship name is, i just searched up iida x ochako and that name seemed to appear???)
i like them in the same way as someone would like ron x hermione: the main female character falls for the second guy instead of the lead. at least, that’s the connection i get when i ship these two HAHA
anyway, i really like their aesthetic dynamic, namely square x circle, because that’s absolutely adorable!!! and the fact that they’re good friends and trust/respect each other mutually is also super cute <3
out of all the ships that include these two, this one is my favorite （*’∀’人）♥
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IIDATODO
(again i couldn’t find a gif from the anime itself so here’s a lovely one by crackncheesy!)
i have NO clue how i ended up liking this one but i think they’re really cute together??? they are around each other a lot since they’re members of the dekusquad, and i just think their personalities would be this soft mishmash of a relationship????? if that makes ANY sense
i can’t really explain this one, i just really like it hehe
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KIRIKAMI
ketchup x mustard!!! red light x yellow light!!! dumbass x dumbass!!!
they’re usually bros in my head, but i equally adore when they’re stupid boyfriends together. it’s what both of them deserve! (*≧▽≦)
this is also a small thing, but i also like their clash in body types, since kirishima is naturally stockier and kaminari is naturally slimmer. it’s the little things, lol
anyway, i really like their duo and the potential to see them as something more!
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MIRITAMA
they’re so cute!!! the official childhood friends to lovers ship in bnha!!!
i really don’t feel like i need to explain myself here, the series really made it obvious that these two have such a beautiful friendship and care for each other so deeply! i’m always a fan of ships where someone inspires the other so much, they change their life, and miritama takes that to new heights!!! (≧∇≦*)
aside from their clearly differing personalities, i also enjoy their complimentary designs -- mirio is light, amajiki is dark... the fact that even their facial features and their body types contrast is just such seamless character design and it makes me so happy inside <3
anyway i don’t talk about the third years much because i’m not as well-versed in bnha post-s3, but i just really love their relationship!
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ok that’s it!!! there’s probably way more ships that i adore that i’m missing but it’s 4 am now and i really cannot be thinking harder than i already was when i wrote this up so please enjoy and thanks for reading B)
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Rating Bandori Ships - Moca Edition:
Alright so as is probably obvious for anyone whose talked to me, I have a lot of opinions and I like to talk about my opinions. And one thing my poor multishipper heart has a lot of opinions on is Bandori ships because this fandom is either multiship heaven or hell depending on how you look at it.
So I decided 'hey why not pop off about them' so that's what I'm going to do startig with a certain Moca Aoba who I am totally not at all biased towards.
Obligatory reminder that these are just my opinions and this isn't meant as an attack on any ship. Not that I feel particularly negative towards any Moca ship I've seen yet but still.
Ratings:
MocaRan- 10/10
Yes I like the main arguably somewhat overrated Moca ship. What can I say? They have so much canon interaction between the two of them and their dynamic is really what got me started towards getting severely hooked on Bandori as I am now. They both are shown to care deeply for each other and seem to get the other on a really deep level. For Moca, Ran seems to bring out the most genuine shows of emotion out of her while also being a good support for her, if in a very Ran way. For Ran, Moca seems to help her take things a little less seriously, and when necessary acts as a shoulder to cry on. Sasquana broke me.
LisaMoca- 7/10
I enjoy this ship. As much as it seems to be just kind of a toss on to the people who ship YukiRan (which don't get me wrong is also a very great ship I have a thing for rivalries with tension) Lisa and Moca have a great dynamic. I tend to see it as a brOTP more often which is why I didn't give it a 9 or 10 but they definitely have potential and them kissing on company time would definitely catch my interest. They also seem like they'd be a really supportive relationship. Moca can help Lisa chill out and not be so hard on herself and Lisa can motivate Moca to do things.
MocaHima- 6/10
This is another situation where I have a harder time seeing it as anything but some very good platonic love. They have a dynamic together that is extremely fun don't get me wrong, but by that token I don't feel the same tension between them. Moca's teasing of Himari tends to feel like less flirting in disguise and more like the way she'd tease a sibling. Besides Himari clearly has a type and Idk how much Moca fits that. They are shown to care for each other quite a lot though and in a situation where they are plopped together romantically I can see them having a wholesome dynamic since they have such a good platonic base
SayoMoca- 9/10
I've seen this all of once that didn't involve the two of them in an OT3 with Tsugu, and honestly? I'm kinda there for both, but this is just about Sayo and Moca. Now this is mainly because grumpy x clown is my jam, I really don't know how much canon there actually is to go on here. I really like the idea of them both bonding over how ridiculous Yukina and Ran's posturing can be, Moca narrating every encounter like a sports commentator for fun with Sayo acting like she's ignoring it but quietly adding in her own remarks and Moca catching them. There's also potential in Lisa sorta shoving them together either to try to help motivate Moca or maybe to help Sayo with Hina in a way by giving her 'practice' with the other eccentric genius of Bandori. Either way there's a lot of ways to kickstart it but once it gets going I also think they would have a really good dynamic for somewhat similar reasons to LisaMoca with a side of it seeming similarly balanced to MocaRan.
HinaMoca- 8/10
I'm honestly not too sure why I jam with these guys together as much as I do but that doesn't stop me. One of them is enough to cause chaos so what happens when you put the both of them together? Also they would be the types to blast an extra bassboosted version of Megalovina or even just play it on guitar at their wedding if they even bothered to do something as traditional as that and I'd be there for it
ChisaMoca- 7/10
This is a ship I've been slowly warming up to so this rating is kinda subject to change. Initially I didn't understand it as they barely interact in canon and I didn't see much potential in their dynamic but the more I think on it the more there seems to be. This is mainly because, in one case a literal sense, both are actresses. Chisato literally but Moca definitely puts on her own acts and clown show. So the idea of the two being able to peek under the other's mask is kind of interesting to me. Also serious x clown will never not vibe
MisaMoca- 8/10
I don't ship this in a serious sense so I can't give it full marks but in comedy or crack, even crack taken seriously they are god tier. They're the types who would behave like an old married couple but somehow in a really chill low-energy way. There's a great fic that has them having an ironic candle-lit dinner date that sums up why pretty well I can link it if anyone sees this and wants it
TomoMoca- 6/10
Pretty much the same as HimaMoca except instead of Moca not being Tomoe's type it's more about how even if they did both have mutual feelings I have a hard time figuring out how they'd get together in the first place. Tomoe probably wouldn't realize her feelings even if she had them and Moca would do her best to bury them under humor and good ol emotional suppression. If they did manage to get together though I can see them being cute.
SaayaMoca- 5/10
I don't really feel much when it comes to this as a romantic ship. It's there I guess? I like these guys a lot platonically and don't have a reason to dislike it romantically but it doesn't really make me feel anything. There's potential but I just feel like on most fronts LisaMoca is superior.
MocaTsugu- 11/10
Probably my OTP for the fandom if I'm being honest and the fact that it's chronically underrated hurts. Don't get me wrong I adore MocaRan and SayoTsugu is also very good I've got nothing against the chocomints, but come on. The obvious name play is right there! In all seriousness though I love these guys both as a platonic and romantic pairing so much. It might just be me, but I swear it feels like every time Moca's ever actively suggested something Tsugu was the first to jump on the support train. Moca doesn't seem to really punch down with her teasing of Tsugu the same way she does with Himari and Ran either, and if I remember right there's been at least a few times it's seemed to border on flirting territory even when considering it's Moca. The two also have several of the things the other Moca ships have going for them but I think these two do it better. Tsugu being a gentle but consistent motivator who deeply cares for Moca gives me life. And Moca herself has potential to be a calming presence with her chill demeanor who could get Tsugu to take a break for once in her life like she deserves. I'm also absolute trash for the headcanon that Afterglow all took turns having crushes on Tsugu in middle school. I just like the idea that Moca never really got over that crush and it comes back in full force once they're in highschool. Pair that with some good Tsugu lacking self-worth angst and believing her feelings towards Moca aren't reciprocated because Moca clearly has a thing for Ran and even if she doesn't there's still no way she has feelings for her no matter how many times she calls her 'Tsugurific'.
And there ya go. This ended up way longer than I expected it to and tbh for most of them I have a lot more thoughts but I didn't want to turn this into a novel. Tldr MocaTsugu underrated and I have no life :')
#bandori#bang dream#moca aoba#ran mitake#himari uehara#hina hikawa#sayo hikawa#tsugumi hazawa#saaya yamabuki#tomoe udagawa#chisato shirasagi#misaki okusawa#mocaran#lisamoca#mocahima#sayomoca#hinamoca#chisamoca#misamoca#tomomoca#saayamoca#mocatsugu
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My Grandfather’s Lawyer (pt.7)
⁂ – Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader – ⁂
warning: nsfw, swearing
Summary: Your grandfather, Washijo Tanji, disowned your mother when she was pregnant with you and her hatred towards him was passed on to you. Now, your estranged grandfather wants you to leave your life in Tokyo and come live with him in his estate in the Miyagi Prefecture.
You took a day off and a 6-hour trip, intending to give him a piece of your mind before disappearing from their lives forever. You didn’t expect to see an ailing and fragile old man. Your day trip stretched into weeks and soon, you patched things up with your estranged family and warmed up to everyone -except to one: Ushijima Wakatoshi -your grandfather’s lawyer.
He thinks you have ulterior motives in reuniting with your grandfather.
You weren’t suppose to care what he thinks of you. His opinion didn’t matter.
But it did.
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You felt helpless at the savage possession of your lips.
You stretched your arms, hands on Ushijima’s chest, trying to push him away. You squirmed before him, trying to escape his grasp, but he held you tighter.
His hot lips continued to assault yours; nibbling and sucking. The faint minty scent of hsi mouthwash filled your nose while his large, warm body enveloped your entire frame.
And he was right. You were getting afraid. You could feel your body betraying you.
You have always found him attractive ever since you first laid your eyes on him. But his cold and aloof attitude was total turn off you. Still, his presence was palpable whenever he was around, you could never not notice him. If he weren’t so unsympathetic and haughty, you would have flirted with him.
And now here he was, showing and making you feel what you’ve once dared to think about these past weeks. And damn, was he good at it. Plus the fact that you haven’t been kissed -or ever been on a date- in so long didn’t help in maintaining your resolve.
Your hands stopped pushing him, opting to just rest on his broad chest. You wanted to get mad at yourself.
His skillful tongue push through your slightly parted lips and you more than yielded. The last strand of your resolve breaking. You leaned towards him, while your hand travelled upwards, cupping his nape and pushing him towards you. Your tongues played, swirled, and tangled. At the same time, heat pooled down your middle.
It’s been so long, shit.
Ushijima’s hands explored your body, sliding down your sides, cupping your butt, until it slowly crept inside your shirt. His warm palm caressed your skin as it moved upwards.
His warm fingers pinched your hardened nipples, the pain and pleasure pulling you back to your senses.
You stilled and broke the kiss before looking away to hide your embarrassment.
“Stop.. I don’t want this.”
“What hypocrisy is this?” Ushijima spat as he withdrew his hand. “I don’t believe that after how you responded to my kiss, you could say it was detestable. Is this what you do with -what’s his name? Tooru? Do you enjoy his kisses and touches then say you don’t like it?” He chuckled darkly. “You’re a tease, you know?”
You felt a vein pop in your head at his insult. Your hand flew and it landed on Ushijima’s cheek -once again. (You did say you were gonna do it again, he should’ve seen that one coming, to be honest.) Your eyes were furious as you glared at him.
“Fuck what you’re saying! And leave Tooru out of this because he’s a lot better than you are!” With that, you pushed past him with all your might.
Wakatoshi could do nothing but stare at your retreating figure, his ears still rang and his cheeks stinging from the second wave of slap you threw him. He wanted to go after you and pull you back but his feet remained rooted to the spot. It irked him beyond hell that you compared him to another man.
Your fiery eyes and intrepid words made him smitten with you on the day he finally met you. He seldom met women who are as impassioned and strong-willed as you are.
Yet, even as weeks pass during your stay here, you remained animus towards him and he, for the life of him, couldn’t understand why. Had he done something for you to be so hostile and defensive towards him all the time?
Flirting was really something that he had no time practising because he didn’t need to -the other person always did that to him and if he likes them back, he’ll entertain. But that was about it. Just entertainment.
But with you, a great fire was incited within him. You are beautiful and graceful and, something he learned from your grandfather, you’re caring and thoughtful as well.
However, it frustrated him to no end at how he could not make a move on you. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to but rather he didn’t know how to. Plus the fact that you kept shooting him virtual daggers didn’t help his situation at all. So when he heard you getting all giddy and sweet towards someone over the phone -and with another man, no less -his temper got the better of him.
As a lawyer, it was his job and duty to carefully choose the words that he will use, he has perfected that, in writing and in speech but, when it comes to you, everything goes down the drain.
He calmed himself before finally turning to leave; brushing away the treacherous thoughts of your lips on him.
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“How are you faring, my little cousin?” Kuroo spoke behind you.
You turned on your seat to face him, hands massaging your massaging your calves. “These heels are killing me.” You groaned, a scowling forming when he chuckled at your unfortunate situation.
“Wait here, I’ll go get you a plaster or something.”
“You’re finally doing something right for once.” You muttered a soft thank you nonetheless and Kuroo disappeared.
You are currently at a party -your party to be exact. Your grandfather decided to be a little extra so he organized a homecoming-slash-welcoming party for you (not that he did the organizing by himself but it’s correct to say he’s the culprit).
You were whisked away to Sendai city this morning where you were glammed and dolled up for this special event. It was an intimate celebration, relatives, close associates, and friends were invited for a nice and classy dinner at an outside garden.
Names swam in and out of your head as the Washijo patriarch pranced around the venue with you in tow, introducing you to everyone. Hence, why your feet are on fire and your calves feeling as if it will burst any second.
You managed to get away from all the hustle and bustle and found a secluded spot. Despite your aching legs and feets, your heart was far from it. It felt like it would burst any minute now from all the emotions that welled up within you. You may have doubted it in the past but it’s crystal clear to you know -your grandfather loves you very much.
You sniffed quietly to yourself, tears welling up in your eyes. You took a deep breath to calm yourself, you didn’t wanna ruin your look for tonight. The summer night breeze swept through your hair and you felt a wave of tranquility wash over you.
However, it didn’t last long when a familiar voice spoke beside you that nearly made you fall off your seat.
Part 8
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Gime me a character: Theo Raeken 🤭
Oh yes the best murder baby<3 Thank you for sending him!
How I feel about this character:
I simply love him<3 I know I am very easy in this sense (they have blue eyes - say no more, I'm adopting them, although like Cody's eyes... Aren't of a definite colour?), but who doesn't love a broken a little homeless kid? So versatile, you can make him go crazy murderer route, you can make him learn to hooman, you can make him just resigned at this point, you can make him power-greedy, willing to stab someone in the back, and all of it will be possible according to the canon
He's amazing<3
All the people I ship romantically with this character:
I'm a terrible multishipper, really, so like Stiles and Derek, especially together. Also, I don't really ship them, but I feel like Theo/Erica would've been an amazing dynamic, and if you add Stiles into it... Ugh
My non-romantic OTP for this character:
Liam, they have so much sibling energy I can't<3 Kira forms an amazing brotp with him. Lydia and Theo can be a fantastically efficient team if Lydia would choose to deal with him after everything, and I think good friends who would never admit that they are friends is their thing. Plus the younger pack (and the Chimeras) being friends with him warms my cold dark little heart. Also, as I've said before, Erica and he would've been amazing, both as an otp and brotp. Also also, I'm a huge supporter of Theo & Derek interactions, I believe that Derek would've been an incredible influence in Theo. Like Kira, Derek is one of the most forgiving characters on the show (even if not like friendly forgiving), and plus he, unlike others, has some distance from Theo, so it's a bit easier for him. I think he would also feel the most sorry for Theo, because they have some similar plotlines and developments that make Derek want to maybe help Theo, especially when he's homeless, and Theo can learn a lot from Derek. I said that I ship them above, but more brotherly bond is absolutely 100/10 as well
My unpopular opinion about this character:
IDK what passes as unpopular, so, some hcs: he's an amazing gift giver if he wants to be (in order to play people the way he did you need to pay a lot of attention, and that's also what you need to make good gifts), and he's the one to steal all the clothes of his partner if he can because look at him, he has issues with possessiveness and belonging and needs reassurance, and it's an easy way to have this reassurance constantly<3
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:
Well, the simplest thing would've been a meeting with Stiles after the Hunt, AND Theo's crush on him being actually canon, not even for shipping purposes, I'm not saying they should've been together, but like it would've made everything make more sense
[send me a character!]
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My multishipper ass strikes again - I found some Lavi/Wisely fanfics and like. Nice?
OK so imagine : Lavi and the boy that would become Wisely (we don't know the name he had when he was human so I'll just call him Wisely) met when they were something like 9 years old. Lavi had just begun to get the "Bookman have no heart" thing but like he's a kid. He has feelings. Lots of feelings. So he's kinda... Not okay? I mean he is okay but he's learning to not care and he would very much like the awfully detailed nightmares to stop.
For Wisely, well. We know nothing about his past except that as an adult he's homeless we know nothing of his childhood and most likely never will. so... He's just a normal kid? His parents aren't rich but they aren't poor either - they're just not often home. He likes to wander through hmm London? When he's bored. Which happens pretty often! Wisely is very curious about everything!
When they meet, Wisely is once again wandering and Lavi is... Aslo wandering since Bookman asked him to map the city by himself. Wisely is immediately intrigued by Lavi because he knows pretty much everyone here and Lavi is new! Also his age! Weird hair color! Weird clothes! An eyepatch! Wisely almost scares Lavi by harassing him with questions even before he knew his name. Lavi is startled but well! He has questions too!
They talk for hours while Wisely shows Lavi all the interesting alleys and interesting bars and everything. Wisely is awed by how much Lavi traveled! He himself never left London :( but the other countries Lavi is talking about seems awesome!
Being only nine and still pretty bad at not getting attached, Lavi likes Wisely à lot ! They're the same age but Wisely is so... Pure. He never saw anyone die or being tortured or raped or beheaded... He's so naive and innocent! It's refreshing. Lavi only ever sees awful things - but Wisely is nice. Warm.
Wisely is just happy to have a friend! He didn't have any before and Lavi is so cool! He knows so many things! He seems a bit sad too... But he seems pretty happy talking about all the spices in India right now. So that's okay?
Lavi doesn't gives Wisely the name he has now - it will change pretty soon anyway. He tells Wisely he has no name - which isn't untrue. Wisely thinks it's weird but cool! He'll just call Lavi "my friend" then! (no, Lavi doesn't have tears in his eye. Shut up, it's the first time he has been called friend) that's how Lavi gets a new name - one that Bookman will never know but that he'll always have - "friend".
Bookman and Lavi leave three weeks after. Lavi spent all of his free time with Wisely and they're both very sad to leave the only friend they ever had.
Then Wisely manages to get one of those... Carrier pigeons? You see what I mean. So that Lavi can still talk to him! (I know that Lavi and Bookman travel constantly so the pigeon wouldn't be able to find them - I just have no other way to keep them in contact! Wait are there phones in dgm - I don't remember. If yes, then they talk by phone, if not then it's by pigeon!) - I mean the thing is : they stay in contact.
Bookman obviously knows about this. He doesn't says anything because while being attached to Wisely is not good, Wisely isn't part of the record - of any record, really. The rule is to not get attached to stay unbiased : Lavi is unbiased. His friendship with Wisely doesn't affect his records, so Bookman let it keep going. When Wisely die, Bookman will say something like "I told you so" to Lavi and that will teach him to not get attached.
Anyway - they're friends. They talk as often as they can. Lavi has a lot to say about the countries he sees - he never says anything about the wars and the blood and the smoke. Wisely doesn't really haves anything interesting to say - he doesn't tells Lavi that his parents kicked him out when he reached 16 and that he lives on the streets now.
They're in love.
It happened naturally, even if they only see each other when Bookman has something to do in London, which doesn't happens often. It's a long-distance relationship. They talked about it once. Said I love you. Decided they were dating now and kept going just like before. Their relationship doesn't really changes - it just has a different name now. Lavi has a different name now. Wisely still calls him friend - but now he also calls him love. Lavi never had a true name before being "friend" and now he's also called "love". Those are pretty weird names. But he likes them.
Then Wisely disappears. He's 17. Eyes grew on his forehead and he killed two policemen. He forgot the boy with red hair and one green eye and two names - my friend my love.
Lavi is... Devastated. He's been in the Order for a while now. Writing to Wisely had been a beacon of light in this war he's forced to fight - he never wanted to fight. Only observe (he wasn't sure he wanted to observe). And now Wisely doesn't answers to his letters anymore. Oh, he knows why. He noticed that Wiselys' letters were always in poor shape - water and rain and dirt - he knew Wisely was homeless. He would never stop answering if he could help it - he's dead. It hurts. "Lavi" feels awful to hear, because he wants someone to call him by his true name (my friend my love) but he isn't here. Wisely is dead. Bookman has a "I told you so" face for two days but says nothing. Lavi feels colder (he doesn't cares about them why won't they leave him alone??) and angrier (why are they alive when Wisely isn't why is he this isn't fair). His heart feels empty - he remembers why he hates humans. And now, now he's fighting a war. To save humanity. And he hates it. Why are they here why is he here. He hates them.
Wisely is quite happy with his new-old family. Something is missing. Someone (red hair green eye gentle words letters about somewhere else I love y-) but no. No one is missing. All of the Noah are here and there was no one with him when he woke up except those two policemen - no one's missing.
Then Lavi and Bookman are captured.
Wisely isn't here right now - he's home a week after Lavi's and Bookman's arrival. Lavi's been tortured by Sheryl for a while. His master refuses to say anything, even if that might save Lavi. It hurts a bit, but he's used to it, and his body is more painful than his mind right now. It's distracting.
He's being tortured when Wisely walks in. He's been called to read Bookman's mind. He sees the other person. The redhead. He freezes.
He feels his own mind nagging at him and he feels himself in the redhead's mind and memories he shouldn't have (a weird crooked smile not used to being genuine, only one eye and questions about the other, the books he carried everywhere, warm lips on his forehead, "let me show you how to light a fire from scratch", little bits of happiness when everything was wrong, "you don't have a name? Then I'll just call you my friend!" "remember when I decided your name was my friend? Now your name is also my love", a low laugh and a grin, I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him -) it hurts. He has a headache. And then he looks, really looks at the redhead (my friend my love-) and meets a sole wide eye that is still exactly the same green he remembers.
(Lavi recognizes him of course. Not the same hair, not the same skin color, eyes on his forehead - doesn't matter. It's Wisely)
(Wisely is so so so happy. It feels weird, feeling something so intense. But he loves him so much. He was wrong - someone was missing. Someone very important. But he's here now!)
(Tyki and Sheryl look at each other, dumbfounded. They never saw Wisely smile like that. And the Bookman junior looks star-struck. They know each other - but how? And what do they do now?)
(Wisely asks him if he still despises humans. Lavi laughs, almost chokes on blood, and keeps laughing. Of course he does! And Wisely asks him if he wants to stay with him - join the Noah. Everyone in the room is surprised. Lavi spend quite a time mourning Wisely - he's not letting him go now. He smiles with blood-stained teeth)
(Bookman thinks he should have burned the first letter Lavi sent to London)
#lavi bookman#lavi#lavi dgm#Dgm#d gray man#d. gray man au#d. gray man#wisely kamelot#You have no idea how much I love Dark!Lavi#Or just Noah!Lavi#(if you have any fics tell me pls I'm starving)#The order is fucked#And it'll be great#Dripping stardust
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How about 1, 2, and 12 for the analysis asks?
oooooooooo fun ok 👀👀👀
1. What’s your hottest take?
😬😬😬
Depends on the crowd to be honest.
My hottest Teen Wolf take is by far my summer metas. Basically the theory that Stiles spent his summer between season’s 2 and 3 working with and spending time with Derek, acting mostly as a research resource, but also a like, grounding human element within the pack. And of course means that they became closer allies, building trust, and maybe a little lust ;) It is basically reality in my head, even if it was never confirmed on screen.
My hottest RNM take is hmmmmm probably that Liz can be selfish, predicated on the understanding that selfish is not inherently a negative trait. Liz is very determined and self-willed, and also very assertive. She stops at nothing to get what she wants. She does weigh the risks and benefits, and only acts when she can feels confident there is less harm than reward, but she does at times put her wants and desires ahead of the desires of others (see: Grant Green).
And I think that’s pretty fucking kickass of her. Women are so rarely allowed to be selfish, in life and in media, and women who are selfish are often demonized because selfish isn’t something women - especially women of color - are allowed to be.
But Liz is selfish. And she’s still the hero of this story.
2. What’s something you felt strongly about that you changed your mind on?
I really really didn’t want to see a Miluca relationship in season 2. And I was fairly certain it wouldn’t happen, no way no how. I often noped out of fics that had a solidified, long-term relationship between the two, even if it ended in Malex.
(to clarify, I adored Michael and Maria’s relationship and its growth in season 1. I loved their friendship and their chemistry and the way it bloomed into something more. I went on extensively about this lol.)
But I thought that was pretty much where it would end and that’s what I wanted.
But then I saw season 2 (read: marathoned it in a day) and I adored them. They were so good for each other and so light and warm and comforting and still playful and sassy and just. Good. I never expected to enjoy them in a relationship and I was so so wrong. I’ve always been a multishipper, so I suppose that won out in the end. My endgame Malex heart still beats, but gosh, Maria and Michael were incredible to see.
12. Has there ever been a betrayal of narrative structure that disappointed you?
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Yeah, you could say that. Apologies if this was asking about RNM but YO I AM STILL SALTY ABOUT TEEN WOLF.
Teen Wolf is one of the most egregious cases of early season potential squandered in later seasons, and one of the few cases of queer-baiting that the entire fandom world can agree on. In so many ways, that show was a disappointment.
But the straw that broke the camel’s back for me was Allison’s death. After that, I just couldn’t hack it. I couldn’t hang on for the Sterek anymore, I couldn’t hang on for my love of Lydia and they took away my Allison. Nearly every white male main that left, they left a door open for them to come back (or in Peter’s case, took a sledge hammer to the wall), but that they killed Allison, and in the way that they did, was a betrayal to the character, the actress, the show, and the fandom. It was devastating and I’ve still not recovered. That episode is why I do not watch any television shows live.
#thank you so much for this#Anonymous#it's so fun to get to poke at these different thoughts#chasing rambles#ask meme#chasing answers#i just have a lot of feelings#*mine
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beneath a shattered golden sky
this was fuelled by the yelling of the six discord since we all boarded the aralyn train a couple of days ago. tagging @tenpin-boleyn and @gayboleynz bc I promised abi some aragon angst about her religion + sexuality (I hope you don’t mind the bonus ship) and I promised noel some aralyn. also big thanks to abs for yelling about aralyn angst with me
I know I normally write aragon and boleyn as mother/daughter, but my multishipper heart took over. don’t worry I’m still parrlyn trash and there’s parrlyn fic coming soon but here’s something a little different for now c:
tw for homophobia
It hadn’t been easy for Aragon to reconcile her religion with her emotions upon her reincarnation. It went against everything she had ever been taught, ever believed, but how could she deny what was in her heart? Those conflicting parts of her had lead to a tough journey of reassessing her faith, reassessing herself, and a lot of time spent researching homosexuality in Catholicism with Cathy’s help. While her goddaughter was Protestant so there were a few differences in their faiths, her help had been invaluable while Catherine was figuring out her feelings.
Anne had also been a solid support. At the start of their relationship, Catherine had almost envied her for the ease with which she came to terms with her sexuality. Everything came easily to Anne, the polar opposite of her sometimes uptight self, and she loved her for it as well as envied her for it occasionally. But Catherine couldn’t get over that hurdle that quickly and she was grateful that Anne had never held that against her at all. Their relationship was something they took slowly, at Catherine’s pace, and as much as Catherine sometimes felt guilty for holding Anne back she was grateful that her girlfriend never tried to push her faster than she could comfortable go.
Even once Catherine felt ready to kiss Anne in front of the other queens, to hold her hand while walking down the street, it didn’t make her journey of progress any less precarious. And it didn’t take much for her to be knocked several steps backwards.
After going out on a date for breakfast at a little café they both liked, they were walking back home with Anne holding onto Catherine’s arm. With Pride approaching there were rainbow flags strung up everywhere which gave Catherine the extra boost of confidence she needed to rest her hand on Anne’s as they walked, feeling safe and content in the happy atmosphere with her girlfriend by her side.
Until an aggressive voice from behind them shattered that illusion of safety.
They both flinched at the slur that was hurled at them, knowing clearly what it meant even though it wasn’t a word they had been used to in their old lives. Catherine was about to keep on walking with her head held high when the words came which made her heart stop for a moment.
“You’ll burn in Hell for this!”
Catherine stopped in her tracks. Hearing the words aloud which she’d once heard within her own head felt like someone had thrown a bucket of ice water over her head. The world around her blurred as her mind started to whirl; she could hear Anne shouting in the background but she couldn’t do anything about it, frozen still with her eyes wide as they stared at nothing.
Minutes or hours could have passed before she became aware of a gentle voice calling her name and a hand squeezing hers. “…Catherine?” Anne repeated until Catherine’s eyes flicked up to meet her gentle gaze, all her fury gone as she watched Catherine’s emotionless expression. “Come on, let’s go home.”
Catherine could only nod mutely, letting Anne keep a hold of her hand as they walked the rest of the way back to the house. The familiar streets were hardly recognisable to her in her anxious state – the only sensory input she could register properly was the pressure of Anne’s hand in hers. But while part of her was clinging onto that contact as her only lifeline, the louder voice in her head was screaming at her for daring to hold her girlfriend’s hand.
“We’re home, babe,” came Anne’s soft voice through the haze in her mind, and Catherine looked up from the floor to see their front garden. She still didn’t say anything as Anne unlocked the door, but as soon as she was over the threshold into her own home she snatched her hand out of Anne’s grasp and practically ran up the stairs to her bedroom. Anne’s confused shout from downstairs was ignored as she shut the door and sunk onto her bed.
A sob ripped from her throat as Catherine hunched over and cried.
She could feel how hard she was shaking as her arms wrapped around herself, desperately trying to anchor herself in a world she was still dissociating from. Her head was screaming so loudly that she could feel physical pain pulsing at her temples, snagging her fingers in her hair as she cradled her head and begged for it to go away. She couldn’t bear to look towards the crucifix on her bedside table in her shame and self-loathing, painfully aware of the cross around her neck which rested on her skin below her t-shirt.
A knock at her door startled her from where she was fumbling to take the necklace off, freezing like a deer in the headlights when she heard Anne on the other side. “Catherine?” she called, “can I come in? I’m worried about you.”
“No,” Catherine choked out, cursing herself for how her voice shook. After forcing herself to inhale deeply she added in a somewhat calmer voice “I’m fine, Anne, I just want to be by myself for a little while.”
There was silence for a moment, and Catherine could only hope that Anne had left. But then the door handle moved just slightly, presumably from Anne’s hand resting on it from the outside, and Catherine curled in on herself again in an attempt to shield and protect herself.
“Catherine?” Anne called again, and it was hard not to sob audibly at the concern in her voice which Catherine was convinced she didn’t deserve. “I’m gonna come in in a minute, ok? I don’t want you in here on your own after… after that.” Her voice faltered a little as she trailed off.
The thought of Anne seeing her in such a state added even more conflicting feelings to the panicked thoughts whirling around her head. Despite how much she loved her girlfriend she was still so scared to let Anne see her vulnerable, to give anyone any ammunition that they could possibly use against her. She was known as the cool and collected one, the firm and strong one, and that was all in jeopardy if one comment from a stranger could reduce her to a trembling mess. She laughed harshly at that, hands covering her mouth as she rested her forehead on her knees.
But on the other hand, she longed for the comfort of Anne’s presence to bring her back to Earth from where she’d been left spinning aimlessly. The floor beneath her feet still didn’t feel quite real enough for her liking, even less so as the oxygen in her lungs was lessened from covering her nose and mouth, and the feeling of being so untethered was only making her anxiety worse. Her heart hammered loud in her ear as her shallow breathing increased to near-hyperventilation, lungs screaming for air though she was frozen in her hunched over position.
She knew dimly that Anne had probably been able to hear her gasping breaths from the other side of the door, so she wasn’t particularly surprised when there was suddenly a warm body pressed against hers and a hand rubbing her back. “Breathe, Catalina. Please breathe with me,” Anne said in her ear, sat as close to Catherine as she could physically get while gently pulling one hand away from her face. “I’ve got you, you’re here, you just need to breathe.”
Catherine let herself be pulled into Anne’s arms, physically unable to resist as the anxiety attack sapped all the strength from her limbs. But Anne’s arms around her was the grounding presence that she needed, and slowly she began to feel her shoulders losing their tension and her lungs relaxing as she became more aware of her surroundings. For several minutes she didn’t move from where her face was hidden in the crook of Anne’s neck, unwilling to face Anne’s worried expression and the questions she knew were coming about what had prompted her panic.
Sure enough, Anne shifte Catherine in her arms so that she was looking up at her as she gently prompted “Talk to me, babe?”
Even though there was only love and understanding in Anne’s expression, that was all it took for Catherine to push her way out of Anne’s embrace to sit alone on the bed. Her eyes were squeezed shut in a last futile line of defence, her hands shaking again at the thought of talking to Anne about what had knocked her so off kilter.
Seeming to sense her fears, Anne slipped her hand into Catherine’s and ran a thumb over her knuckled. “I’m not gonna make you talk about it yet if you don’t want to,” she said quietly. “But he was so wrong, he was wrong about us and he was wrong about your faith.”
In the quiet that followed, Catherine slowly relaxed enough to lean against Anne’s side and rest her head on her shoulder. Anne didn’t prompt her any further, sitting silently as Catherine gathered her courage and let her tension slowly seep away.
“It brought everything back.”
“Hmm?” Anne responded at Catherine’s sudden confession.
Now that the first words were out in the open, Catherine knew she couldn’t button her thoughts up again or she’d never speak of them again. “I’d just found a place where I was happy with being Catholic and being ga- being gay. And now I’m unsure again. I’ve prayed and prayed for answers but I’ve received no resolution which could either mean God is content with my path or He holds me in such shame He won’t speak to me. My faith is so important to me, it’s the one thing I’ve always had, and the thought of being condemned for eternity just because of something I love?”
She faltered there, hot tears spilling down her cheeks as she turned her head slightly to hide in Anne’s hair. Anne didn’t say anything immediately, just switching the hand holding Catherine’s in order to wrap an arm around Catherine’s shoulders and pull her close.
After a little while, Anne gently nudged Catherine back upright as she stood up. “Hold tight for a sec,” she murmured, then disappeared out the door without an explanation. Catherine’s head tilted upwards as Anne’s footsteps echoed up the attic staircase to her bedroom above, then thundered back down again as she rushed back into Catherine’s room with a thick book held in her arms.
“Shuffle up,” she said as she crawled over the bed to sit with her back leaning against the wall, leaning forward to take Catherine’s hand again as she moved to sit beside her. Once Catherine was leaning against her shoulder again she placed the book on her lap, taking a deep breath before she spoke. “This is something I’ve been working on for a little while,” she said, showing Catherine what was in fact a Bible with dozens of fluorescent notes sticking out at all angles. “And it’s not against anything to annotate a Bible, I checked with a pastor online.”
Catherine smiled tiredly at her hasty addition, curling further into Anne’s side to show her appreciation.
Anne turned her head to kiss Catherine’s forehead before she continued. “You’re gonna have to roll with me for a mo. All the pink stickies are all the passages that people use to say that being gay is wrong in the eyes of God. But-“ she continued quickly as Catherine stiffened predictably “-I’ve annotated them all with why people take the meaning wrong. Bits that got messed up in the translation from Hebrew, things that are misread, stuff like that. Thought it’d make you feel better when you’re struggling with stuff.”
She finished with a timid smile, looking nervously down at Catherine as she anticipated her response. Catherine couldn’t react for a moment, staring at the Bible with wide eyes as she tried to comprehend what Anne was giving her. It was a gift of unimaginable depths: the hours that Anne must have put into her annotations were unimaginable.
Still too overwhelmed to speak, Catherine just hugged Anne’s torso and let out a quiet hum as she closed her eyes.
“I know, babes. I know,” Anne said with a soft chuckle, letting Catherine relax as she held her close.
Catherine was content to stay in her arms for a few minutes, before a thought crossed her mind and she struggled out of Anne’s embrace again. “What?” Anne asked, her face falling when she caught sight of Catherine’s expression.
Shifting uncomfortably, Catherine shrugged as she tried to put words to the guilt that had chosen that moment to rush back in full force. “I feel guilty that I’m holding you back by not being able to accept myself,” she said all in a rush, knowing once again that she had to get her words out as fast as possible once she started. “If you were with someone else you could hold hands and kiss and be open without being dragged back. You could ignore protesters without needing to sit here with me. You could be yourself properly if it weren’t for me.”
“Catherine, stop,” Anne said firmly, a distraught look in her eyes which made Catherine fall silent immediately. “Listen, I’m not like him. I’m here for the long run. I’m never gonna get tired of you, or want someone who someone thinks is better than you, or abandon you ever. There’s nothing you could do to make me not want you. I’m here. And I’m staying.” She reached out hesitantly to hold Catherine’s hand again, tugging lightly until Catherine slowly looked over at her.
“You’re here,” she echoed in a voice not much more than a whisper.
Anne smiled. “You said it,” she quipped softly, opening her arms again. After hardly a moment’s pause, Catherine let herself lie against Anne with one arm around her back and the other touching the cross around her neck as the two felt at peace with each other again.
#six the musical#six the musical fanfiction#six the musical fanfic#aralyn#catherine of aragon#anne boleyn#laila's writing
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Dance With Me?
A/N: The other day I got an ask about this universe, and it sparked my creativity! So here’s another installment, and a new fusion that I’m super excited to introduce to y’all! Also I really love writing in this universe, it gives me a chance to show how much multishipper trash I am. Enjoy!
Masterpost
Warnings (let me know if there’s anything I should add!): Deceit, implied/refrenced NSFW (blink and you’ll miss it), flirting, self-deprecation, anxious thoughts
Through fusion, Roman had come to realize something. He was completely, totally, utterly in love. And not just with one person, either. He was in love with all of them: Logan, Patton, and Virgil. Whether he was part of Amor with Patton, or if he was just himself, he loved them all dearly. The only problem was, he didn’t quite know what to do about it. So far, all he had been doing was fusing and deflecting. Unfortunately, the only one he had been fusing with was Patton, and not that he didn’t love Patton, but he was curious as to what it would be like fusing with the others. But Virgil seemed rather averse to fusing, and Logan was, well, Logan. So Roman was left moping, wandering around the mindscape and unsure of what to do.
An agonized, frustrated sigh came from Logan’s room. Roman paused by his door, unsure if he heard correctly. His hand hovered by the door, uncertain if he should knock or not. He lowered his hands, and fidgeted with his princely attire, before raising his hand once again to knock.
“Roman, do come in. I can practically hear you internally debating on whether or not you should knock,” Logan’s voice came, before he even had the chance to knock. Roman chuckled to himself, and opened the door to Logan’s room. Logan was sitting at his desk, notes strewn all over. He had clearly been running his hands through his hair, as it was a ruffled mess. Which honestly, was quite an adorable look on the logical side.
“What’s the matter, specs? You seem a little… frazzled,” Roman commented, walking over and plopping himself on top of Logan’s desk. Papers fluttered off of the desk, earning Roman an exasperated glare from Logan.
“This whole fusion thing has me a bit… frustrated. I wish to learn more, but Virgil isn’t too keen on fusing, and I feel like I’m invading Amor’s privacy,” Logan sighed. A smile crept over Roman’s face, and he hopped off of Logan’s desk, holding out a hand to him.
“Dance with me?” he asked softly, a warm and inviting look in his eyes. Logan flushed slightly, fidgeting with his glasses.
“I… Roman, what-” Logan stuttered. Roman reached out and took Logan’s hand, pulling him up to his feet and causing a small yelp to escape his lips.
“You’re so cute when you’re flustered,” Roman teased, guiding Logan to the center of the room.
“Roman, I hardly see how this will help. Besides, I’m not a dancer,” Logan protested. Roman simply smiled, and snapped his fingers. Soft classical music began to play, and Logan’s brow furrowed in confusion.
“How did you do that, this is my room,” Logan frowned.
“Guess you subconsciously want to dance,” Roman shrugged. He took Logan’s other hand, and brought it up to rest on his shoulder. He kept his other hand clasped with Logan’s, while his now free hand rested on Logan’s lower back. Roman began to gently sway to the music, taking Logan along with him.
“I still don’t see how this is going to help,” Logan huffed.
“You’re too uptight! I think you need to loosen up a bit,” Roman replied, grinning cheekily. He tugged Logan closer to him, gently twirling the both of them. Logan clung to Roman, thrown a bit off balance by the sudden movement.
“A little warning, next time?” Logan muttered.
“Oh? So you wouldn’t object to doing it again?” Roman teased. Logan rolled his eyes.
“You are insufferable,” Logan replied, though a small smile had slipped onto his face. Roman chuckled warmly, the sound reverberating in his chest. Logan began to slowly move along with Roman, instead of being tugged along by him, and Roman’s heart swelled at the realization. Roman pulled him closer still, pleasantly surprised when Logan melted into the touch and willingly moved closer.
A soft glow slowly began to envelop the two of them, and soon the light had grown to fill the whole room. When the light cleared, the room had changed drastically, and Roman and Logan were no longer there. Instead there was just one man, still swaying and twirling to the soft classical music. The fusion opened his eyes, suddenly realizing he wasn’t two people anymore. He glanced around, taking in the room around him. It now resembled a mad scientist’s laboratory, with lab tables cluttered with beakers and various scientific instruments. There was one table in the center that was free of clutter, and just beyond that was a large mirror hanging on the wall. The fusion rushed over to it, eager to take in his appearance. He wore a white lab coat over a dark blue dress shirt, black dress pants, and brown dress shoes. He also wore a deep red tie, and a pair of red lab goggles were propped up on his head.
“Oh, hel-lo there,” he murmured appreciatively. He turned from side to side, taking in his full appearance. After a moment or two of examining his reflection, he stepped away from the mirror and looked around his lab.
“Well, first day of being me, what should I do?” he wondered aloud, rubbing his hands together excitedly. He stepped over to one of the lab tables, but suddenly froze in his tracks, his face lighting up.
“Wait, I need to tell the others!” he cried, darting to the door and rushing out into the hallway. His excited demeanor quickly deflated when at first glance, no one was out in the hallway. However, once he turned around, he saw a lone figure wearing headphones walking down the hall.
“Virgil!” the fusion cried out. The side in question jumped, tearing his headphones off and turning to glare at him.
“Roman, what the- wait,” Virgil frowned, squinting at the man in front of him. The fusion merely smirked expectantly at him.
“Oh for fuck’s sake. How on earth did Roman convince Logan to fuse?” Virgil scoffed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I- actually, I believe this was an accident. Logan was frustrated, Roman was flirtatious, they danced, and bam! I’m here, gracing you with my glorious presence,” he explained, hands gesturing wildly.
“Wonderful. You got a name?” Virgil muttered. The fusion’s eyes grew wide, and a contemplative look came over his face.
“Hmm… I believe my name is… Favian! Yes, truly a fitting name! After all, it means ‘man of wisdom’ and ‘brave’, which fits me quite well,” he proudly proclaimed.
“Well Favian, it’s good to meet you, I guess,” Virgil said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
“It is quite wonderful to meet you as well, Virgil,” Favian replied, his tone cool and… sultry?
“I- uh, yeah. You know, I bet you wanna meet Patton- er, well I guess you technically already know him cause Roman and Logan know him but-”
“Well I see that there’s not a new fusion,” a cold voice interrupted from behind Virgil, causing him to jump and let out a shout of surprise. He whirled around and scowled at Deceit.
“If everyone could stop giving me a heart attack today, that would be fantastic,” Virgil huffed. Deceit opened his mouth to retort something, but Favian leapt in front of Virgil and stared him down.
“Not another word, Deceit,” Favian growled, and tried to summon Roman’s sword. However, what he instead got was a small silver object with a glowing blue light at the end. He frowned, inspecting the object in his hand.
“Is that-”
“It’s a sonic screwdriver!” Favian exclaimed, cutting Virgil off. He tossed the sonic up, watching it flip in midair before he caught it again. Deceit frowned, and tried once again to say something, but Favian cut him off again.
“I was expecting maybe a high-tech or sci-fi sword of some sort, but this is so much better! I’m just like the Doctor! Which means Virgil is my lovely companion, and you… hmm. Not a Dalek or Cyberman, both of those things are far too methodical, and you, my good sir, do not follow any sort of logic,” Favian rambled, twirling the sonic between his fingers as he talked.
“Don’t shut up,” Deceit hissed.
“Gladly. Perhaps a weeping angel? You’re certainly creepy enough…” he continued, trailing off when Deceit growled at him.
“You’re not annoying, and this fusion will last. After all, Logan and Roman are so similar and get along so well,” Deceit snapped. Favian’s brow furrowed, and he glared at Deceit.
“Oh no you don’t, I know what you’re trying to do. You’re trying to make me unstable, like you did to Amor! But it’s not going to work, because I like being me, fiend!” Favian declared, jabbing his finger into Deceit’s face. However, doing so caused him to unintentionally poke his scaly cheek. Deceit jumped back, hissing at the lab coat-clad fusion. Favian looked surprised for a moment, but then raised an eyebrow, grinning.
“Your scales are not quite the texture I expected… what do you do to keep them so smooth? Is there moisturizer for scales? Are there other snake-like qualities you have? Open your mouth for me, would you?” Favian rambled, creeping closer to him. Deceit started to edge away, looking quite like a startled cat.
“I- uh- have very important things to do,” Deceit squeaked. Virgil smirked at Deceit’s sudden attitude change, earning a glare from the snake-like side.
“Well, ordinarily I would let you go, but everything you say is a lie, Deceit. Which means you don’t have anything better to do,” Favian replied before Deceit could say anything else. Virgil let out a slight chuckle at that, and Favian beamed.
“Do keep laughing, don’t help me!” Deceit hissed.
“Whatever you say, Deceit,” Virgil laughed, giving an exaggerated shrug. Deceit growled in frustration, and with a snap of his fingers, he was gone.
“Aww, I wanted to see if he had fangs or a forked tongue! I also was curious about something else, did you know that snakes have a double-”
“Don’t finish that sentence!” Virgil exclaimed.
“But I just want to know if Deceit has-”
“No, I know where this is going, stop it. He may be an asshole-”
“Understatement,” Favian muttered.
“But that doesn’t mean we need to invade his privacy, alright dude?” Virgil scolded, raising an eyebrow expectantly. Favian let out a long sigh.
“Fiiine, I’ll leave him alone. But I wanted to do something exciting! Something science-y, something adventurous!” Favian exclaimed. Virgil huffed out a laugh, shaking his head.
“Not everything has to be an adventure, you know. Sometimes it’s nice to just… I don’t know, chill or whatever,” Virgil pointed out with a soft smile. Favian was silent for a moment, pondering over what Virgil had said. He twirled his sonic between his fingers, watching its movements before glancing back at Virgil. The anxious side still had that rare soft smile on his face, and the sight of it made Favian’s heart rate accelerate.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Virgil demanded, the smile slipping off of his face and a scowl replacing it. Favian deflated slightly, ceasing his fiddling with his sonic and tucking it into his lab coat pocket.
“My apologies. I’m afraid I got distracted,” he admitted sheepishly.
“Nah it’s cool, you just kinda freaked me out for a sec there,” Virgil replied, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a half smile.
“Why don’t you smile more?” Favian blurted. Virgil froze, and instantly the fusion was mortified at the words that had escaped his mouth.
“I… um-”
“I’m sorry, just ignore me. That was a foolish thing to say, I wasn’t thinking. I’ll leave you alone now, it’s clear I have only been a bother,” Favian cut Virgil off, and turned to walk back into his room. However, he was halted by a hand on his arm. He turned back around to see Virgil with a conflicted expression on his face.
“Hey, I get it. Logan’s curiosity combined with Roman’s lack of a filter can cause a bit of an issue. That doesn’t make you an idiot. And… to answer your question…” Virgil pauses for a moment, taking a shaky breath. “I’m Anxiety, Favian. Positivity is pretty hard to come by.”
“Don’t let Patton hear you talk like that,” Favian muttered. Virgil let out a light chuckle, and a small smile slipped onto Favian’s face at the sound.
“Hey now, that wasn’t a laugh or anything relating to a smile. That was just me… breathing,” Virgil snarked when he saw Favian’s smile.
“Oh? Well, such erratic breathing habits cannot be healthy… perhaps some tests are in order?” he asked with a teasing lilt. Virgil rolled his eyes.
“Nothing stops you, huh? I think I’ll pass, Favian. But one last thing,” Virgil said, his tone turning serious.
“Yes?” Favian replied, his voice trembling slightly.
“You’re not an idiot, or a fool, or anything like that. Sure, you blurt things out and are a little eccentric, but you’re clever and witty too. You got Deceit to go away by talking him to death so that he couldn’t get a word in edgewise. I know I wouldn’t have been able to think of that,” Virgil said, his voice firm yet comforting. Favian’s eyes widened, and his cheeks flushed slightly.
“Thank you, Virgil,” he said softly. He stepped forward, almost involuntarily, and reached out to place a hand on Virgil’s shoulder. A blush crept onto Virgil’s face, but he didn’t break away from the contact.
“You’re- uh- you’re welcome,” Virgil breathed. Their faces were now mere inches apart, and Favian leaned in to place a kiss on Virgil’s cheek. It was a brief brush of the lips against Virgil’s face, but the action made Virgil’s blush grow deeper nonetheless.
“Thank you,” Favian whispered again, then pulled away from Virgil. He spun on his heel, walking back to his room and leaving Virgil standing in the hall.
Virgil watched Favian walk back into his room. Part of him wanted to rush over and demand answers, but the rest of him was too busy replaying that moment over and over again in his head. Favian had kissed him. Well, not really kiss him, more of a feather-light touch of his lips on Virgil’s cheek, but he had kissed him. What did that mean? Did Logan like Virgil? Did Roman like Virgil? Did both of them like him? And why was there a part of Virgil that wondered what it would be like if Favian kissed him again, really kissed him?
The anxious side buried his face in his hands with a groan. In any case, he had to talk to someone about this. So Virgil brought his face up from his hands, and turned to walk down the hall. Time to find his best friend.
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