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ohnoitstbskyen · 24 days

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So I know you headcanon Nami as a lesbian and Luffy as aroaco (both which is heavily agree with!) What are your romance/sexuality headcanons for the other Strawhats?

Hm. I think Zoro is ace, but not aro, but also the only thing he's really in love with is his dream of fulfilling his promise to Kuina, becoming the greatest swordsman in the world. Once he accomplishes that... well, I am not 100% sure he'll survive accomplishing it, actually, I think the story is signaling pretty hard that his moment of transcendence is going to be connected with the moment of his death (the "King of Hell" thing, all the Buddhism imagery, his tendency to find revelations about swordsmanship on the brink of death) but if he does survive it, that's when maybe romance can become a consideration for him. Maybe. That's when he can figure out who he's even into.

Sanji is extremely romantic - hyperromantic, even - but honestly in a way that's... almost totally disconnected from actual romance? He worships women as divine goddesses and sources of extreme aesthetic and emotional joy for him, but he seems to struggle enormously to actually relate to them a lot of the time. He seems more invested in Being A Gentleman Who Loves Women than he does in... actually being in any sort of a realistic relationship with a woman.

Pudding is the closest he comes to forming an actual romantic relationship, and even then, so much of it is ultimately motivated by his romantic fantasy of Being The Prince, of being the noble, self-sacrificing hero who Saves The Girl, of Being A Good Man. Committing to her is, for him, an act of self-sacrifice, for the sake of his crew, for the sake of his family (Zeff and the Baratie, not the Vinsmokes), and for the sake of her more than it is an earnest desire to build a future with a true partner. He's resigning himself to a life of being her perfect domestic husband servant, in worship and adoration of her, but never in partnership.

In an extremely weird way, the vibe I get from Sanji is he's like a... hyperromantic... aromantic? He's EXTREMELY invested in romantic fantasies, but not so much in the actual day-to-day mundanities of romance, he's in love with the idea of being in love, with the experience of being in love, with the thrill and act and performance of being in love, more than he is in love with any actual person?

Partly this comes down to One Piece just not being a romance story - romance is generally sidelined and elided in most situations, and Sanji's romantic obsessions are played for comedy 99% of the time, they are not taken seriously, so he never has an opportunity to really go through the process of romance as a grounded, flesh-and-blood process, but I can only discuss him as he is presented.

Robin, I think, might be the most straightforward of the crew. I am on board with the Frobin agenda, I think she's probably straight and... if not cis, then about as cis as you can be with a power like the Hana Hana no Mi. And I think she genuinely would be very attracted to a loud, dependable eccentric like Franky, as the other half to her quiet dependable eccentric personality. Especially since he is loudly and obviously an extremely decent man with a heart of gold, and Robin carries so much trauma of being a "devil child," I think she probably needs that kind of uncomplicated light of goodness in her life.

Usopp, again, is probably a fairly straightforward sort. The live action gives him a thing for Kaya, but I could see him being bi or pan, but much like Zoro I don't think he's going to quite have the capacity for Romance™ until he fulfils his dream of becoming a great warrior of the sea (he already has, of course, but he needs to internalize it and realize it within himself). I ONE HUNDRED percent believe he might end up taking a Giant for a spouse.

Franky is... okay this makes no sense whatsoever but I feel that he's gay? But also would fall for Robin? ... but in a gay way???

Look I don't know how that works either, it's a vibe it's a brain feeling it's a wibbly wobbly romance gender sort of situation. Franky is clearly in love with the male body, with masculinity, with maleness, and he especially loves building himself into those images of hypermasculinity, but he does in a way that feels hella queer to me. I don't really think you can be a self-made cyborg building his own body without being some flavor of queer-coded, like, I just don't think that that can be a cishet thing anymore.

He would fall for Robin is my point, in part because they share a knack for creating themselves, in part because Robin would appreciate and need him, in part because she would adore his cybernetic self-creation and find it charming and beautiful, and I think he needs someone who will love his creations (including, y'know, his body) as much as he does.

It's like... y'know how Neo and Trinity in the Matrix are clearly, OBVIOUSLY a t4t couple even though they're both technically cis in the text of the story? It's like that with Frobin for me. Yeah, sure, they're both cis and straight, but also they are trans and gay.

Jinbei I have no idea, actually, he could be into absolutely anything. Kind of a gay bear vibe? That's the best I got. Chopper is a child and I don't think he really has any idea yet either, and Brook... look, I don't think you can be THAT level of flamboyant rockstar and not be some flavor of queer. The Soul King wears Elton John outfits half the time. I don't know that he has a sexuality anymore necessarily (he could be ace, what with the having no carnal flesh and all), but if he's not at least bi romantically then nothing about him makes sense.

#tb answers #one piece #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #nico robin #tony tony chopper #jinbei #soul king brook #cyborg franky #god usopp #sniper king usopp #usopp

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focsle · 2 years

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you ever read journals from gay or bi whalers????

Not explicitly, but that’s so often the way of things regarding lgbtq+ history. Are the men whose journals I’ve read who occasionally describe their fellow whalers as fine/good-looking or handsome attracted to them, or simply using complimentary language? Does one man saying he played as another man’s “lady” at a dance during a gam mean anything regarding his identity in relation to other men, or was it simply the language he used to say he danced as the opposite partner in an all-male space? Who knows! Maybe, maybe not. Is a mate goading the men in his boat's crew by saying:

"I love you, my dear fellows, yes, yes, I do; I'll do anything for you, I'll give you my heart's blood to drink"

anything? Dunno! Sure is hot and weird tho!

Scholar Margaret Creighton highlighted one whaler, Elias Trotter, as someone who forged--if not romantic--very close emotional relationships with other men. This included both men he met briefly on gams as well as men aboard his ship.

He described one man, Charles Wheeler, on a gam saying that he ‘drew my attention on account of his manly beauty, activity, and intelligence’, and spent the entire gam speaking with him alone for hours, lamenting at the end the inevitable parting when both ships went on their way. He also developed a close relationship with someone on his ship named Longworth.

Dan W. Everton is a graduate student who spent time researching Trotter, and at a talk highlighted an excerpt of Trotter’s description of Longworth. I found it very poignant and it gives a little bit of insight to one man's perception of another, as well as the specificity of life at sea:

“During the night watches Longworth and myself will paint a pleasing future and will count and cipher out the many days to elapse before we tread our native soil. Will build many castles in the air and then with sober thought will crush them. How truly does sympathy entwine around the heart and produce friendship in its purest, fondest state. How such interchange of thought foments affection? I flatter myself tis even so with us, for, when after these interchanges of thought, of hope, of sympathy I know and feel that the friendship between us grows stronger and more lasting. At sea, there is no formality. Man acts himself and tis here that none has an opportunity of seeing his fellow in all his impurities as well as in all his goodness. I take pride in writing that, in every circumstance and in all duties, Longworth during the last twelve months has shown himself to be one of nature’s noblemen, so kind, so good, so free.”

Since Trotter’s journal hasn’t been digitized I haven’t been able to read it myself since I don't have physical access to the collection it lives in! I'm really hoping that it will be digitized (or fully transcribed) one day though.

The only (very scant) records I’ve seen explicitly regarding same sex activity on whaleships have been non-consensual instances in which there was disciplinary action taken. And that disciplinary action was also in connection with other violence/threats of violence from the man in question that led to his expulsion.

How consensual same sex relations on a whaleship may have been regarded and navigated is a bit of an unknown. But as with any same-sex occupation (especially something as lengthy and isolating as whaling, where one would maybe get liberty ashore every 6ish months) there were undoubtedly going to be same sex acts and partnerships. To say otherwise would be silly, I think. The absence of their mention gives me the sense that it was something people tended to look the other way with (or circumstantially accepted) if parties were consenting, rather than that they just didn’t happen at all. Herman Melville’s ‘oh I love you my fellows’ Moby Dick chapter that’s just an extended mutual masturbation pun has to come from somewhere. And not just from the notion that Melville likely loved men. But uhhh if you want a gay/bi whaler, there’s probably Melville, at the very least.

#asks #anonymous #awhalin

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elisysd · 7 months

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25. I’ll be here when it all feels so big, til it all feels so small

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Chapter soundtrack: So Big / So Small - Rachel Bay Jones

He was fuming. And it was an understatement. Rarely, in his life, Charles had known such anger. Lyanna had told him what happened between Julia and Skoda and he had been too stunned to speak. He knew it was not as Julia had imagined her first job as an engineer in F1 to go and he felt bad. It was his fault. If he had not been too stubborn about her proving herself and if he had offered her a position, even a small one without many responsibilities, nothing like this would have happened. He thought, naively, that since Skoda was Ferrari’s partner and a small team, she would have a good learning opportunity. That Wilhelm, knowing she was his daughter and knowing the ties between his team and Charles’, would take care of her and would give her the chance Julia wanted so desperately.

He failed his daughter. Again. He, once again, had been unable to protect her from the cruelty of the world and that killed him inside. Lyanna had tried to reason with him, telling him to not do anything stupid as his first reaction when learning what happened had been to want to call Skoda to end their partnership. But, how would it have made anything better?

In any case, seeing Wilhelm, laughing and acting as if he had never crushed someone’s dreams after the Team Principals meeting, made him furious. With a raging step, he went to him, slightly pushing his shoulder.

“Charles, my friend. How are you?”

“Can we talk? I have a few things to tell you.”

“If it is about your precious Julia, I’m sorry but I can’t do anything about it.”

“A year of gardening? Giving back to you fifty percent of her what she earned? You are taking it too far.”

“That’s how it works here, Charles. But, if you want you can buy me her contract. It won’t be a friend offer, though. Not after the new conditions you want to impose on Skoda for next season.”

“I said no to your demand for access to our manufacture. Which is fair, Ferrari might help you on the engine side but the car conception it’s your job.”

“I can’t develop a good car without good engineers, Charles.”

“Too bad for you because you had a great one that you decided to fire just to spite me. Because this is what you want right? You think that if you attack my daughter you are going to get what you want. Let me make this clear for you, Will, I’m not someone who breaks under pressure. But if you decide to go after my family, believe me, I’ll make you regret even having made one step in this paddock.”

“I’m not going after anyone. I’m just protecting my interests. But I’m sure Julia will find a new position in no time, perks of having an influential dad in the field, right Charles?”

It was no use trying to argue with him. Charles looked at him one last time, shaking his head in clear disagreement but even if Charles didn’t want to admit it, he was right. There was no chance he would leave Julia to pay for his business decisions. It was not fair to her. And if he had to buy her contract back to Wilhelm, he would do it in a heartbeat. He knew he was tough on his daughter but it is how it had always been. Push hard, work hard, be the best. That was how he had raised her. To go beyond the limits, to always prove herself. Because that was how he went though life, by working hard to achieve his goals and he wanted his children to do the same. While he always had their backs no matter what, he and Lyanna had always made sure that they knew that nothing would be handed to them. But he couldn’t help but think that maybe they had been too harsh. They forgot that sometimes they were not strong enough to handle everything and they needed their parents' help.

In front of the hospitality, his daughter was waiting for him, a box in her hands where he assumed she put her belongings. She looked down and he hated seeing her like that. It reminded him of a time during Julia’s teenage years where she had shut out everybody in her life to isolate herself. It had been brutal and violent and Lyanna and him had taken a lot of time understanding what was happening in their daughter’s life. People had been cruel to her to an extent he never thought would be possible and when he learned it he had swore to himself that he would never put her through that again, that he would always protect her. A feeling of failure washed over him and without another word, he took her in his arms and held her against him, barely letting her the time to put away what she was holding.

“I love you, Ju. More than anything and I’m not saying it enough.”

He felt her slowly breaking down until the protective walls she had built around herself these past few days slowly started to fall down. Soon, he felt her sobbing against him, her arms securely put around her dad’s waist.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry to not be the daughter you hoped I would be.”

“Ju, darling, look at me. You are one of the best things that happened in my life. I could and would never dream of another daughter. I’m proud of you. I’m proud of all the hard work and dedication you put yourself through these past few years. I’m proud of the woman you become. I’m proud of what you stand for. If someone should be sorry, it should be me. For not being the father you deserve. I’ll be better, I promise. For you and Louis and your mom. Starting today, you are working for Ferrari. We are going to show Skoda what Leclercs are made of, okay? You and me. You are not working for me, you are working with me.”

“But, what about the gardening?”

“I’m going to buy your contract. I know you don’t want that, I know you are too proud to ask for help but they are unfair to you. And that I can’t tolerate it. And about giving Skoda half of what you earned, i’ll do that for you as well. It’s your money. You need it, you worked for it, you keep it.”

He felt her nodding against him and rubbed her back, kissing gently the top of her head.

“Now you focus on you, okay? You take a break, you go and support Ethan tomorrow, even if it pains me but I let it slide this time. And you come back stronger, with bright ideas that we will use.”

She looked up to him, her eyes puffy and red and gave him a small smile.

“Thank you. For everything.”

He kissed the side of her head, before taking the box on the floor and both of them headed towards the exit of the paddock, in silence. She took place next to him, in the Ferrari as he started the engine.

“Do you want to spend the night with us? We have an extra bed in the suite.”

“I think I would like that, yeah. I’m just going to text Ethan to let him know.”

“Poor boy will have to sleep alone in a cold bed tonight,” he joked.

“You don’t have to sound so enthusiastic.”

“I’m enthusiastic because it means pizza and movie night, your mom, your brother, you and me. How does it sound?”

“I can still call Ethan to join us, you know?” she teased him.

“No. Family night. No boys around.”

“So you and Louis are out, then.”

“We are not the same.”

She laughed lightly and Charles felt happier. He put the radio on as it was blasting old Italian songs that he started to sing on top of his lungs, being extremely off-key but not caring much about it. He nudged his daughter, silently asking her to do the same and it didn’t take much convincing from his part to make her join him. They soon arrived, way too soon for Julia’s liking.

Once in the suite, she was greeted by the warm embrace of her mom telling her how everything would be okay from now on, and her brother standing awkwardly. After her mom finally let go of her, she walked to her brother, stopping in front of him for a brief instant before taking him in her arms.

“I’m not mad, I promise.”

He nodded, standing still, when she finally let go, rubbing her cheeks to erase the traces of her tears and turned to her mom and dad.

“So, I was promised pizza and movie night…”

Her parents smiled as her mom went to collect her laptop and set everything up for the family. As for Charles he went to order two large pizzas while Julia was taking a well needed shower and borrowing some clothes from her mom. Once everyone was ready and the pizza was there, they settled on the floor and started to eat as Lyanna pressed the play button. Julia recognised the song straight away.

“Flowers and Crowns?” she asked.

“When I feel down, I play my favorite things. I think we could all use something that has a meaning for our family.”

The movie was old and you could definitely see that it didn’t age well but it always amazed Julia to see how talented her mom was and how similar they looked at the same age. They spent the evening laughing, a lot and crying, a little until Louis fell asleep on her shoulder, and her mom on her dad’s. She smiled seeing how Charles was taking care of his wife, making sure she was comfortable even if it meant he wasn’t. When it was late enough, he slowly took her in his arms to go to the bed. Julia shook Louis slowly to wake him up, making him groan.

“Time to go to bed, sleepyhead.”

She felt him nod and get up barely managing to stay awake on his way. She was about to follow him when her dad came back.

“Thank you, again, for organizing that. I needed it. Even if I feel like I ruined your weekend. It was supposed to be something fun and happy and I ruined it… I’m so sorry.”

“You didn’t ruin anything. You managed to make it possible and for that I’m thankful, princess. What happened after is not your fault. You are not responsible.”

She shrugged, half convinced.

“For what it's worth, I was happy to organize that. And I’m happy for you and mom… I’ve never told you but you are an example of what love is supposed to be and look like. And I hope that one day, I’ll be able to find that.”

“You have Ethan, Ju.” said her dad.

“Yeah…” she sighed, not convinced, something her dad noticed immediately.

“What’s wrong? Did he hurt you?”

“No he didn’t… It’s just… complicated, sometimes. I never know how he is going to act towards me. One moment he is funny and caring and I feel good with him, and the other he acts cold and looks like he wants to be anywhere but near me. It’s tiring.”

“Maybe you should just talk to him. I saw the way he looked at you during the party, not once did he look away from you even when you were busy everywhere else. He cares a lot about you. And maybe he doesn’t really know how to show it.”

“Yeah… maybe.” she ended up saying.

As she kissed her father goodnight and went to bed, she gave one last look to her phone where a text from Ethan, sent a few hours ago was waiting for her.

I’ve tried to see you tonight, but you weren’t in your room. I just hope that you are okay. I’m sorry about how I acted around you, lately. I want things to go back to normal between us.

She had to stop herself from throwing away her phone. Instead, she typed an angry answer that she probably should have proofread before sending, but she was sad and angry at the same time.

Fuck you and your ‘let’s go back to normal’. What is normal anyway? Hating each other? Being friends? Almost fucking me in a freaking corridor? A business relationship? Be precise because I’m tired of you and your games. I’m tired and confused. You are confusing. So please, stop. I don’t think I can handle another version of you. I need you to choose what you want to be for me. And by the way, I’m watching the Grand Prix from the Ferrari garage tomorrow.

To avoid any temptation she turned it off and hid it away before plopping down on her bed and falling asleep almost immediately.

Being able to watch the Grand Prix from the garage made her feel like she was part of the royalty. Everyone was looking at her and her family, trying to snap pictures and get a few words from them. It was overwhelming and she was happy to be safe away from it all. Her dad abandoned them quickly for some meetings as they were making themselves comfortable. Louis was in a corner, a book in his hand, sitting on the floor with bright red headphones as her mom was talking to some people in the team she had got to know over the years. As for Julia, she was focused on how the engineers were preparing the car, even daring to take a closer look and helped fixing a tyre as a mechanic was struggling.

“Are you trying to sabotage my car?” a voice came from behind and she quickly recognised Martin.

“You don’t need me. Ferrari can do that very well on its own.”

He laughed as he adjusted his suit.

“I thought you would be with Ethan.”

“I prefer to support my dad and his team today.” she simply said without further explanation.

“I hope we will be up to the job, then. It’s an honor. I’m definitely going to try my best. And if I manage to snatch a podium, I know who I should dedicate it to.” he winked at her, zipping his suit.

She couldn’t help but blush.

“I’ll be cheering on you, then.”

He was about to answer when her dad came back, not alone as Carlos was there too. Of course, thought Julia, he wouldn’t have missed Ferrari's homerace for the world. It was the occasion to test out the team and add some more pressure. She could see that her dad was closed off and she wondered if it was because he was scared of what was at stake or because he had just learned something bad.

The Ferrari were starting P3 and P5, right behind a McLaren and Ludwig’s Lamborghini. Kyle was P7 when Ethan was just behind him and Julia couldn’t help but hope that Kyle would be able to give Ethan a little bit of slipstream. She was sad for Romy that was only P15 after a disastrous qualifying session but if she knew something about her best friend, it was that she was a fighter. Julia was sure she could make it.

Soon the race started and for once, everything went well without any problems for Ferrari. Elijah managed to keep his P3 as Martin, after a nice overtake on the Mercedes in front of him was P4, a position he managed to keep even if Kyle was pressuring him a lot. As for Ethan, he was struggling. A lot. Julia didn’t know if it was because of the car or because of his driving but after mid-race, he let a few cars overtake him quite easily. She hoped it was a mechanical issue and nothing else. She would feel bad if because of her, his race was ruined. She didn’t need to add that to the pile of things she felt sorry for.

She thought she was in for a nice race, not the most exciting one, but not the most boring either when a crash was reported and she saw a Lamborghini out and embedded in the wall. She quickly recognised Kyle’s car and her first thought was for Romy. She had managed to come back in P8, Kyle’s crash was the last thing she needed to cloud her thoughts. Fortunately, he was okay and out of the car, even if he was slightly shaken. The race resumed, still with Ludwig in P1 and Julia hoped he would manage to contain Elijah’s Ferrari. Even if she was a Ferrari girl, her friendship with Ludwig mattered more than the car he was racing in. And she was the first one surprised. When he finally crossed the finish line, a few milliseconds before Elijah, she let out a little squeal making the whole garage look at her

Ferrari was happy too. A P2 was, indeed, not as amazing as winning the race, especially in Monza but it was still a podium in front of their home crowd. She tried to go to her dad that was still on the pitwall when a hand on her shoulder made her stop.

“Julia. Long time no see.” Carlos greeted her and somehow she felt like a rock had fallen in her stomach.

“Hey… yeah it’s been years.”

“The last time I saw you, you were running around, driving everyone crazy. Time flies. What are you up to? Still passionate about cars?”

She was expecting him to try to make small talk with her. She looked at him weirdly, trying to find the words when her mom approached them and she had never been more thankful for her sense of timing.

“Carlos… how nice it is to see you here.”

Behind the apparent politeness and softness of her mom, Julia interpreted her words as a warning. Even more when she felt her tense hand on her shoulder.

“Lyanna. Good to see you. Still around to support Charles, I see.”

“Always, yeah. I have this back. Today more than ever.”

There was a double meaning to her words, Julia was sure of it. She knew that Carlos was up to no good ever since she overheard the conversation between him and her dad. She knew that he wanted to oust Charles from his position of Team Principal but she didn’t know if there was something deeper than that.

“It’s good. He will need it.” replied Carlos, looking at her deep in the eyes.

“I’m sure he won’t. Charles has always overcome and coped brilliantly with every obstacle that life threw on his path. Little disagreements coming from insignificant people are not a problem.”

“We will see about that.” he gritted between his teeth. “I have to go, some important meetings to attend. I’m afraid I can’t stay for the podium ceremony but please, Lyanna, say to your husband that we will talk more soon.”

As he was leaving Julia turned to her mom.

“What was that?”

“Nothing important, don’t worry.” replied Lyanna.

“Because that was tense. I know that dad has problems with sponsor stuff because the results are not as good as they hoped they would be, but how bad is it?”

“I’m not supposed to tell. And I don’t want you to worry.”

“I’m gonna help dad. I need to know exactly how bad it is.”

“Don’t tell him I tell you, okay. But Carlos gave him until the summer break to go from P4 in the constructor’s championship to P3.”

“Audi is ahead by more than 40 points. We need a miracle.” gasped Julia.

“I know. Why do you think your dad is this stressed out?”

Julia looked at her mom worrily. She didn’t know if she could help reduce the gap between the two teams, it would be a lot of work. But she swore to herself that if it had to be the last thing she had to do on this earth, then she would make it happen. She didn’t know how but she would. Her dad had her back, now it was her turn to show the same thing to him.

On her way to the podium celebration, she found Romy looking defeated and sad. Julia’s first thought was to think that she must be gutted because of the race. And then she saw the glossy eyes of her best friend and she understood that it was not it. The blonde was going in the opposite direction from the podium which Julia found weird as she knew that Romy, no matter what, would not miss one of her friends' podiums.

“Romy?” Julia called her out, making the German girl turn to her.

“Ju’... hey.”

“The podium is this way you know, do you want to come with me? I was on the way.”

“No. I’m going to go to the hotel. I’m not in the mood to celebrate.” mumbled the blonde.

“What do you mean? You are always in the mood! Did something happen? Is it about Kyle’s crash?”

She saw a fiery look in the eyes of her best friend, telling her that she had seen right through her.

“I don’t want to talk about him.”

“So, something happened.”

“We fought. And I might have slapped him.”

“What? What do you mean, slapped him?” repeated Julia, astonished.

“I’m… I’m so mad at him! He lied to me! He didn’t trust me. I know we are not really in a relationship and he doesn’t have to tell me everything but… but I care about him! We shared so many things, I thought I knew him and it turns out that when something big happens in his life he doesn’t think I should be made aware of that. I hate him! “

“Slow down, Roms, I don’t understand what you are talking about.” Julia tried to calm her down, putting both of her hands on her shoulder.

“He didn’t see the car, Julia!” cried Romy.

“It happens… he wasn’t paying attention, it could have happened to anyone.”

“No. You don’t understand. He didn’t see it.” Romy emphasized the last words. “He is losing his eyesight, Julia. He might turn completely blind.”

Author's note: Many, many things to discuss in this chapter. Dad Charles, cute family moments, a threat on Charles and his role as a team principal (no hate towards Carlos, then again he makes a great villain) and finally my dear Romy and Kyle... What do you think will happen next? Let me know your theories, I love to read them.

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maegalkarven · 6 months

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Out of curiosity what happens to all of your dark urges post-game?

This is going to be LONG, so i'm putting it under the "read more".

Thanks so much for asking and giving me an opportunity to rant about my boys! (they're all masc, yeah. All kind of trans. I am not projecting anything. Also I lied just now)

As of now I have 3 (4 counting Morgan) developed till post-game Durges.

Morgan is my first playthrough and maybe shouldn't be counted, but he and Astarion leave for Underdark. Morgan is a drow bard btw and his story is the messiest bullshit ever bc at that point I was still figuring BG3 out.

Now to the fun part! (June, Levi and Nemo). Mind what all 3 of them are romantically involved with Gortash and it plays its part.

So let's start with my favorite druid asshole Levi. He visually appears to be a tiefling. 6 ft tall handsome young man with one blazing green eye, one eye pitch-black (later an implant of the eye of the devil he took for himself), wavy ginger hair, freckles EVERYWHERE and a very arrogant attitude. His horns have been broken by Sarevok when he was around adolescence.

Levi has 2 versions of how his live goes after the end credits. Basically his good (canon) ending and his bad ending.

Bad ending is where Gortash dies, Levi goes the whole "I am god" way, takes the Crown of Karsus for himself and erases Bhaal from the existence of the universe, successfully taking his domain, his aspect and his place. It's a lonely life of godhood for him and the one where he loses himself.

His good ending branches depending if Noah (his son) exists.

If Noah indeed exists, Levi has a whole ass husband and a son waiting for him at home (in Baldur's Gate) and a whole new playground of the city. He transforms part of the city into the garden and creates the new circle of druids with Kagha as the achdruid. But inevitably fuck off to hells to fight not his battle bc he can and he loves fighting.

Levi is set on a long ass quest conquering Hells bc: 1) it's fun. 2) His homie needs Mizora dead. 3) His other homie needs Zariel dead.

If Noah wasn't born, his path goes almost the same way (considering Hells), but it's the main focus of his, and the main goal. In that version he wants all of Mephisto's wonders for himself and operates from the House of Hope what he and Gortash live in (while planning evil things for evil reasons, yeah. "If heavens are out of reach, we will make Hells ours" kind of an attitude.)

Basically for Levi it's either godhood but the path of loneliness or a lot of shenanigans in hells with his two best friends (Wyll and Karlach) and the wicked partnership with Gortash. Watch him successfully balance out THAT dynamic mix.

Then there's Nemo. Nemo is non-amnesiac Durge who got very weak after his sister's attack. Looks like a half-drow (ppl keep calling him half-breed and he hates it. He is a pureblood bhaalspawn, damn it!) Looks like a golden child with sun-warmed skin, golden eyes and hair and A LONG ASS SCAR ORIN LEFT OVER HIS PERFECT FACE. THANKS FOR NOTHING, SISTER. Short (5 ft). The only 'off' thing about him is what his sclera is black.

He is also the mastermind behind the successful creation and management of the current cult of Bhaal in BG as it is. Nemo's misadventures are featured in the series of oneshots called "Empty Prayers".

He has only a good ending because I said so, and this is where he kills Orin and himself in a double suicide act, robbing Bhaal of the chosen and a child. Bhaal throws a fit, Withers plays a savior.

EVERYONE is angry at Nemo, Orin is left with no memory of who she is or what the fuck is going on.

No one is happy 2.0.

His post-game ending is where he is a shadow over the BG, a leader of the newly established assassins' guild into which he drags his lover and partner in crime Astarion.

Nemo is a man who transfers the cult of Bhaal into something else and earns money for it. It is easy, because most of the cultists only knew him as a leader and several of them were raised by him.

He basically lowers his expectations and chills, having joint-custody over the city underground with Ninefingers.

Gortash manages to stay arcduke in that one, but ba-a-a-arely. No one is happy, even Gortash, because it's such a mediocre win it's embarrassing. He will manage to pull Nemo into some heist-like bullshit very soon, that with him and his very useful guild of trained cutthroats who are loyal to Nemo and Nemo alone.

The last one - June. My least fav child bc I am v conflicted with how he just branched into 2 separate entities. @ June come on. He has either grey hair and silver eyes (selunite!June) or black-blue hair and light-blue eyes (cambion!June). Either way his skin is greyish-blue with freckles, his horns are grey as some ash can be. He is 5 ft 5.

June is either tiefling priest of Selune or cambion grandchild of Mephisto. I consider both of the versions like alt. of the same person.

In his good (canon) ending June leaves for Underdark with Gortash and Astarion to conquer it and seek all the netherise artifacts left there.

Ex priest of Selûne June does it in some quest of "salvation", cambion June does it because he's the forbidden knowledge seeking bastard (Mephisto raised him, ok). Both versions of June defy Bhaal, though for different reasons.

Now, there is a bad ending for June too, which is highly tied to how he treats the situation with Gortash and how much has the tadparty affected him. If he has failed to develop enough ties with the team, June agrees with everything the man says - Gortash dies at the Netherbrain Blast - June becomes the new Chosen of Bane.

Which strangely fits both versions of June, because selunite!June DID pray to Bane, he just never answered.

And cambion!June is a little too alike Bane's own son (a hybrid of a god and fiend who Bhaal probably was going to use the same way Bane used his son) and in a dire need of a plan to out-do Mephisto.

If June does have close ties with his team and they affect his decision-making, then he's a little more smart about it, tadpoles Gortash, and that derails everything to Gortash joining the team and all hells breaking loose (to the good end. I promise)

There's also Callisto, but Callisto didn't live further than the escape from the nautiloid. I will play them after I break my pc's mind and re-merge it gently, after which BG3 (hopefully) will run on my pc without any third parties involved. But Callisto is a half-drow priest of Tiamat. My baby said FUCK toxic father, I want to be adopted by a toxic mother instead. Their main long goal is freeing Tiamat from her prison in Hell.

#dark urge: levi #dark urge: nemo #dark urge: june #dark urge: morgan #dark urge: callisto #srsly thank you SO MUCH for asking. You have no idea how much fun i had writing all of this #if you see them all defying bhaal you're not imagining it #they all defy bhaal for different reasons bc i said so #maybe callisto won't...but that would make their evil mum angry...so they probably will #callisto will unleash tiamat on the world and will be PROUD of that #bane is going to get an evil wife and that's a THREAT

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*pokes head in* So I had a question that I wanted to ask but waited until you finished.

Thoughts ...Sleet and Dingo?

They are my personal favorite things that came from Underground. (Though, through watching it, I gained so much love so so many other characters).

But...DARN IT, I cannot deny that they were written SO BADLY most of the time. At times, I can see what they wanted to do. (Dingo would work perfectly as a redemption tool, whether just for himself...or for Sleet).

I feel like they played their hand too quickly with the Emerald Crisis arc, and realized "Oh...wait, they ARE our main villain's minions. What do we do if they are gone?" so they just instantly pivoted during the same arc to have them return in the end.

And Sleet's inconsistency with how he treats Dingo is very annoying. "Oh, Sleet hates him, see how he tried to get rid of him in Mobodoon?" So then why doesn't he attempt to get rid of him MORE OFTEN? Maybe completely throw him under the bus in the EC arc? Why? WHY!? I can only try and explain this idiot's actions so much before I feel like I am fully defending him. (Which...I don't. He's a complete asshole who needs to be punished for his actions and, more so, for his treatment of his work partner which we are to assume they've been together for a long time).

I get why we didn't get an episode that was for them, to boost their backstory, give us some motives and character arcs, and such. But...DARN IT, would it have been nice to have it. Would it have been too hard to have a throwaway line somewhere that dumps some history for them?

A Mendella effect this show gives me is that Sleet and Dingo work with Bartleby a lot.

In turn...they worked together in Head Games and MAYBE Artifact. Every other episode Bart was in, he wasn't working alongside Sleet or Dingo.

I...honestly feel like this was a huge missed opportunity. Make them sort of a parallel to the Underground trio. Bartleby is the rich one who was sheltered all his life, while Sleet and Dingo had to deal with the harshness of the real world.

Although, I guess I am going off on a different tangent here. Sorry.

But, yeah. What do you think about the two (mishandled) canine idiots? (It is fine if you hate their guts, by the way. I partly hate their guts as well, but in an "I hate you so much, I love you" sort of way)

You like Sleet and Dingo? I hadn't noticed! XD

But seriously, in truth, when I watch the series I don't think about them a lot. They serve a narrative purpose and that's it. Robotnik needed henchmen for two reasons:

He wouldn't be much of an emperor if he's doing all the grunt work himself

The writers need someone for him to speech to and play off. It's no fun to have such a grandious character as Eggman sitting alone by himself in a control room.

BUT IF I WERE TO THINK ABOUT THEM.

I actually really like Sleet and Dingo as individual characters, and at their best (the first episode, Flying Fortress, and The Pendant) I like them as a duo, too. The problem is that their characterisation is entirely dependent on the writer and the scene, and so it's difficult to actually figure out their true characters.

When I like his characterisation, Sleet is just straight mercenary. He's not good, he's not evil, he's working to survive and make money, in that order. And I headcanon him as having real control issues because of it. As a bounty hunter, he can choose his contracts, he can choose how much he risks. But Robotnik strips that away, forces him to follow orders. So he's constantly on the defensive, and always scared. That makes him stupider than he really is.

When I like Dingo, he's sweet, a bit dim, but savvy. He doesn't think past the immediate moment, which is why he needs Sleet, but his instincts are fantastic. He doesn't have much in the way of a moral alignment, because he doesn't think about things too much, but he likes working with Sleet and he knows Robotnik is dangerous, so This Is Fine.

When I like their partnership, it IS a partnership. On his own, Sleet isn't strong enough to be threatening. He has guns and ships, but he needs Dingo to be a functional bounty hunter. On his own, Dingo doesn't know what to do in any given moment. Without Sleet, he can only react to his immediate surroundings.

I like it when they banter and it actually feels like banter. I like it when they're scheming to get money off Robotnik (convincing themselves they have some control over the situation when they don't). They are great characters and a great pair when they're allowed to be.

The problem is that we got maybe three (more like two and a half) episodes of that being the case. More often, they were just Robotnik's evil henchmen, with Sleet being a self-serving idiot and Dingo being his hard-done-by offsider. They served the purpose of doing Robotnik's bidding so he could remain a threat off-screen, since putting him on-screen immediately made him buffoonish.

So, in short: I absolutely understand why someone would love these two. I also understand why someone wouldn't like them at all. And at the end of it, I can only appreciate the intent behind them at their best, and remember that the internet was made for characters like these.

I'm glad people have fun with them, and that's all that matters.

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if amazon loses in jamaica there's no way cody is going before sierra and if team chris loses i don't think alejandro has a particular reason to boot off noah here yet? so it's more likely to be owen.

after that and greece we have area 51, australia, and sweden to work with. i think sierra goes at the earliest opportunity (maybe in area 51 so that we can have that alien cody all-stars scene two seasons early /j). heather could also see gwen/lindsay + cody's crush on gwen as a threat to get him booted.

if owen isn't eliminated already i can see sweden being the elimination instead of australia and noah going there leaving owen somewhat emotionally vulnerable at merge

niagara falls couples. lindsay and tyler is established already, and i think alejandro winning immunity (and therefore being in a somewhat more precarious position than canon?) is the best excuse for the girls not voting him off. idk if gwen and duncan being paired would make the kiss happening better or worse. idk if courtney and duncan being paired would make the kiss happening better or worse.

...so anyway what if it was heather.

heather/duncan, courtney/alejandro, gwen/owen (finalist friendship is underrated) / courtney/duncan, heather/alejandro, gwen/owen (least likely i think? really i just don't like the idea of an aleheather pair here) / gwen/duncan, courtney/alejandro, heather/owen

I answered the last anon before reading this one, so apologies for suggesting that Cody be the first elimination if you're dead set on having Sierra be the first to go from Team Amazon. From a plot standpoint, the two of them are pretty interchangeable anyway; Cody without Sierra is a (comparative) deadweight to the team, so he'd be the next boot, and Sierra without Cody would be too unstable to function so she'd be the next boot.

Keeping Noah around for longer is always a fun time, though without his own subplot to follow he's mostly just elimination fodder and comedic relief. Though, the same could be said for Owen this season- all he's really got going for him is his aerophobia, and that's less of a subplot and more of a running gag (unlike DJ's animal curse, which should've been a running gag but was used as a subplot).

In Niagara Falls, I think having Heather/Duncan, Courtney/Alejandro and Gwen/Owen is the ideal partnerships. If you want Alejandro to win, giving him a partner who's also driven to win and who isn't going to incentivise Alejandro to throw the challenge out of spite is ideal, and Courtney checks all of those boxes. An Aleheather partnership would end up like canon, and then Alejandro wouldn't have the blessing of immunity to keep him safe. Plus, you could have Heather try to convince Duncan to join her and Lindsay's 'alliance' here, making Duncan aware of just how untrustworthy Alejandro is (if he isn't already aware).

Though I do like the idea of having Gwen/Duncan and Heather/Owen instead, since that'd add some build up to The Kiss, and Heather&Owen already have a fairly cordial relationship in canon anyway (their whole dynamic in S1E21 attests to this).

And, of course, Lindsay and Tyler have their trouble in paradise moment when they're paired together.

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Renjun

When it comes to his love life, I really had no info whatsoever, so his love life is currently at stand by. Around march he was seeing someone, but at the moment I have no idea if there’s anything going on or not.

It’s just like some members of NCT 127, Renjun is dealing with some financial blackout, like he wasn’t or haven’t been payed for all his work. His plans aren’t going well either, there’s lack of strategy by his managing team and at the moment he is trying to find a way to get stable again. He thinks a lot about leaving sometimes

Physical Health: His physical health haven’t improved since March. He keeps having heavy pains around his chest area, his throat, vocal cords, his hands and shoulders as well. Renjun really needs to take care of himself because it’s getting complicated Mental Health: Same goes for his mental health, he keeps being on that dark place. He tries to hide it a lot, but he has lost hope, he doesn’t sleep well, he goes through difficult thoughts and states.

Jeno

Jeno has kept very discreet, away from official relationships ever since his incident with his ex. He hasn’t particularly been lucky with love either, he has felt very alone too but im sensing like things might change for him very soon. He will be meeting someone soon that will change things for him, hopefully, In a positive way.

He has so many opportunities opened to him, many people wants to work with him, he has been having his own passions and objectives. However some go these paths would meant that he would have to break some partnerships and potential get in conflict with some coworkers

Physical Health: Doing okay Mental Health: He has been very sensitive lately, a also see a lot of anger on his heart mostly because sasesngs keep trying to get into him

Jaemin

The energy on his reading was extremely overwhelming. It’s been 8 months since Jaemin is officially with his partner and things are going very well and everything shows that they should take this relationship seriously. However, Jaemin is still unsure, he doesn’t want this relationship to become something eh could be stuck on. He also has a lot of future thoughts (like moving with this person, potentially be with them for years). He should be careful with these illusions he gives himself concerning his relationship

I see some type of solo work for Jaemin (maybe some acting? Who knows). Definitely something he wanted to start, to do and express himself with. Wait for his solo project !

Physical Health:He isn’t very well either, have been suffering some sickness related to his stomach Mental Health: He is still healing from his depression episodes, it’s still hard for him sometimes

Chenle

As always, Chenle is currently single, there isn’t much happening on his life other that someone confessed to him 7 days ago. Other than that, he misses his family lot, he hasn’t been able to talk to them lately and that pains him

He is working very hard, a little too excessively and the company gave him a lot of responsibilities that actually ended up in huge arguments with managers/team. Chenle knows there’s changes that need to be made on the grou and the struggles need to be solved. He accepted these responsibilities and burdens but conflicts needed to be ended. It also seems like he had what he wanted and for some reason the company listens to what ha has to say when it comes to the inner conflicts of the group

Physical Health: Some headaches nothing more Mental Health: He doesn’t talk much about his mental health

Jisung

There’s a few things concerning Jisung. Firstly that he had a huge fight with one of NCT’s members and things went a little too far. However Jisung considers that it wasn’t his fault and he doesn’t has the conscience of his actions. I also feel like he is currently being hit by a strong return of karma. In another hand, he has found someone he has been crushing on, however this person is a little older than him and they are already on a relationship.

Career wise, Jisung is very lucky, good benefits and success keep coming his way, many opportunities, his life routine is set and he is just going with the flow. He will sacrifice things if it means to be able to do what he wants to do

Physical Health: No info Mental Health: He feels extremely agitated mentally, also feel betrayed

Shotaro

So.. Remember he went through a date ban because he started to involve himself with the wrong person. It seems like he has no fucks to give to SM and he keeps seeing this person, mostly for the physical relationship they had. Both him and this person lie to one another about their situation. The person isn’t an idol, they are older and divorced

When it comes to his career he has a choice to make concerning the potential opportunities that were shown to him. However he doesn’t know what to take since he is scared that hs career keeps being on stand by or that it keeps being meaningless

Physical Health: Pains around his lumbar and hips, also some strong headaches Mental Health: mentally he isn’t on a good place, he is struck on things, he gets easily negative and he feels like his own mind is trapping him. He needs to focus on his emotional healing

Sungchan

He is still in a relationship with this other person, however things don’t go well, mostly because there is no mutual feelings between them, theres a lot fo miscommunication and arguments between them. Sungchan also knows he isn’t allowed to have any relationship at the moment.

Work wise I see something coming for him, solo project coming very soon (got the 11 in number, it might mean something). He has been working for it, he has gave a lot of sweat and thought. Sungchan isdefintily eager to show the world what he is capable

Physical Health: he needs to watch out for his chest and heart pains, but also all the pains he has on his stomach and legs/calves Mental Health: doing well

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Isaiah 64 - 66

Welcome to Daily Audio Bible Chronological, I'm Jill. Happy first day of August everybody. It's a brand new month and we started a brand new week yesterday and we know that each new week brings A promise and the hope of newness and redemption and All things new, but we get to experience it back-to-back. Brand new Month a brand new, clean slate a brand new Opportunity To walk in the mercy and the grace and the unconditional love that God freely gives as we turn our hearts to a heart of repentance and change and allow him to transform us from the inside out. Today we're continuing the reading in Isaiah will be reading chapters 64, 65 and 66. And this week we are in the Christian Standard Bible, Isaiah chapter 64.

Commentary

OK, so I'm going to pull out a scripture today, but before I do that, I want us to remember this passage is written for specific place Specific people, specific time. With that said Such a profound little treasure hidden in today's reading. Isaiah 64, The end of verse 5. How can we be saved if we remain in our sins? There's no commentary needed there, How can we be saved if we remain in our sins, if we keep producing the same results? And listen, I don't know about anybody else's sins because I got enough to look at right here. I've got enough inventory to take hold of right here, but it's a simple and very profound question today. We often need a rescue out of the mess that we've made. But maybe true freedom, is chest breaking patterns of sin in our lives That we can be so blinded to. That we can be so stuck in for generations things that happened in our family early on that were still repeating the patterns of, So maybe that's just a simple but very profound question For us to sit with today, how can we be saved?If we remain in our sins.

Prayer

Father, we thank you, that you do forgive us when we come to you, when we repent, when we turn of our ways and walk in another direction. And we thank you that you forgive us.You hold nothing against us, but it is so hard To forgive ourselves, To forgive one another. And so as we pondered this question today, may you be Ever present. may we feel your love, Your grace, your mercy, your compassion, You're delight,As we take a long hard look again today. We pray this now in the name of the Father, Son, And Holy Spirit, Amen.

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immaturityofthomasastruc · 3 years

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So I know in the past you’ve been upset that Chat Noir doesn’t take his duties as seriously as he should, pointing out how him quitting in the middle of the city flood was incredibly selfish and stupid, he’s more focused on forcing Ladybug to date him, ect. Given what people have been predicting in terms of him feeling like he’s not trusted enough, the secret identity thing, feeling more left out of the group, do you feel his reasons are a bit more justified this time? And that’s not to blame Ladybug or anything, just curious if you think this reason for him maybe-wanting to quit/feeling left out and not trusted are more valid this time around?

I feel like in theory, this could be a good storyline, and the inner turmoil from Adrien/Cat Noir could be interesting to watch. The problem is, like you said, he never takes his damn job seriously.

Cat Noir has repeatedly shown he really can’t be trusted with secrets, as he can’t really understand the responsibility of being a superhero. Sure, we got some moments of that in the first two seasons (mainly Lady WiFi and Gorizilla), but the show has had too many examples of him defying orders repeatedly, acting like an idiot on the battlefield, or just generally pushing boundaries with his partner.

During a public event at the beginning of “Copycat”, Cat Noir lied about being in a relationship with Ladybug and unintentionally caused the Akuma of the day while never telling Ladybug what happened, and never learned anything from that experience.

Though off-screen, he pulled a prank during an Akuma fight in “Reflekdoll” which almost screwed up the fight, and when he got to experience how tough Ladybug’s job is through switching Miraculous for the day, he ignored it at the end of the episode while basically saying “Wow, sucks to be her”. This makes Miraculous Ladybug the only show to do a body swap episode and completely screw up the message.

The whole reason Ladybug and Cat Noir lost their memories in “Oblivio” was because he was slacking off on the battlefield, and Ladybug had to save his ass. When they got their memories back at the end of the episode and found out they kissed before they got their memories back, Ladybug was horrified while Cat Noir laughed it off and kept saying they were “mEaNt FoR eAcH oThEr”. For context, when Ladybug was forced to kiss Cat Noir in “Dark Cupid”, she generally didn’t want to and tried to apologize afterwards.

During “Glaciator” and “Frozer”, Cat Noir let his feelings get in the way of saving lives and gave Ladybug sass for no reason other than to punish her for not returning his advances after being turned down multiple times while never being called out on it.

He willingly sacrificed himself in “Gamer 2.0.” despite Ladybug’s protests, saying he trusted her to do everything, and would later do the same thing in “Lies” and then admit he thinks her angry face is cute. The latter example is meant to show how charming Cat Noir is as a character.

He almost fell for an evil doppelganger of Ladybug in “The Puppeteer 2” because she said she loved him and was about to lose his Miraculous if not for noticing she was a wax statue (even though they were fighting in a wax statue museum and could have easily picked up the smell of wax), and later actually fell for an evil doppelganger of Ladybug in “Ladybug” because she said she loved him, and neither time, he was called out for it.

When Ladybug was captured by an Akuma in “Party Crasher”, he ignored Master Fu’s orders to stay still because of how dangerous the Akuma was, and blindly charged in before having to be bailed out by four other heroes.

In “Desperada”, Adrien was offered the Snake Miraculous, and rather than turning it down because he was already Cat Noir, decided to take it and work with Ladybug just so he could impress her and used the Snake’s power to turn back time 25,913 times before giving up.

In “Lies”, he kept screwing around while on patrol, and showed excitement at the possibility of someone getting akumatized while the episode states that he can’t be with Kagami because of how seriously he takes being Cat Noir.

In “Sentibubbler”, he was specifically ordered by Rena Rouge to stant still and wait for further instructions, but because it wasn’t Ladybug, he smashed a chimney out of anger and openly defied orders by charging into battle so Marinette had to tell him the damn plan just so he wouldn’t screw it up

If you were the Guardian and had the authority to take away Adrien’s Miraculous after reviewing all of the things he did, would you actually trust him, or make sure he never even sees a Miraculous until he cleans up his act?

Most of these flaws are never acknowledged by the show, and the writers act like he’s such a valuable asset to the team, even though as soon as she became Ladybug’s confidant, Alya took her new position much more seriously (except in “Rocketear”), and actually helped her out at critical moments, while never really trying to exploit her connections with Ladybug or pushed any boundaries in terms of her superhero side.

I’m not saying Adrien is wrong to be angry at the lack of trust, and I’m glad the show is finally acknowledging the inequality in their partnership, but I just don’t really think Ladybug is being unreasonable to place her trust in other heroes instead of Cat “Gets Brainwashed at Every Opportunity” Noir.

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hereforhalstead · 3 years

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Prove it

*Gif not mine, credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested: Yes.

“I’d feel a lot better if you let me walk you home/ If i asked you to stay, would you?”

• Warnings: swearing/ mention of drugs

• Summary: Jay insists on walking you home after a night in Molly’s but after seeing you with Adam he decides to tell you how he feels.

• Words: 2893.

• A/N : Hope you enjoyed! Thanks so much for the request, I’m feeling motivated to get writing again due to all of the lovely messages and chats I’ve had over the past few days. Please feel free to send across any requests or prompts that you would and as always my inbox is always open :)

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“Cheers to no one getting injured on a drug bust for the first time” Adam announces as you all raise your glasses in amusement “Not even you Halstead, gotta be a first. Right?” he adds but Jay rolls his eyes and takes another sip of his drink “Listen, It’s not me you should be congratulating. Y/N is always the one who does something without thinking and gets herself hurt, you should be directing this at her” he tips his glass towards you and you give him a menacing look “Talk about beat around the bush” you mumble but Jay’s chuckle is enough to break your facade as you mirror his grin “Just saying” he shrugs and winks.

The team had just finished up on what felt like a month long operation, in reality you had been planning it a week or so but the observations and scoping out the area made it feel so much longer. You managed to get the guy you were after and as Adam said, miraculously all of you had avoided injury which was definitely a first. His speech was clearly aimed towards you and Jay out of anyone, Jay was known for getting far too attached and close to cases which often blinded his awareness of danger. You were very similar in that if you saw an opportunity to help someone out you would take it, not weighing up the situation and resulting in you taking risks you probably shouldn’t.

Because of this, you and Jay had each others backs. Of course everyone had everyones back but not in this way. You’d seemed to have grown a close bond due to you both being very similar in the way you work and think, often knowing what the other is going to do before they even think it. As much of this being a good thing, it has often not panned out as the other will take the first step to try and protect the other and things going south, you’d probably put yourself in more danger trying to prevent Jay getting hurt rather than a result of your own misjudgment. Jay was the same, not thinking about himself and would rather put himself in a compromising position instead of you - sounds twisted but that’s just the way your partnership worked.

By this point, you’d had a few drinks but was cutting yourself off. You had an early shift in the morning and the thought of the pile of paperwork on your desk reminded you it was not something you wanted to tackle with a hangover. No one else seemed to think the same way, this was soon proved as Hailey made her way back from the bar with another tray of shots. “Oh none for me, I’m having a quiet one tonight” you excused yourself and carried on sipping the remainder of your drink.

“Yeah, I’m also out. Don’t want to be feeling rough with all that paperwork tomorrow” Jay winced and you laughed to yourself at how similar your thoughts always were. “Something you two aren’t telling us?” Hailey downs one of the shots and you almost choke on your drink “Are you being serious?” you question and she shrugs her shoulders with a click of her tounge “I don’t think it’s just me that thinks it, I overheard Kev and Adam gossiping the other day” you dart your attention over to a stunned Kevin who simply purses his lips and turns to Adam for him to defend “I-I.. Don’t know what she’s talking about” he stutters out “You couldn’t come up with something better?” Kevin mumbles under his breath and you shake your head “Nothing to report, right Jay?” you hand over to Jay who was quietly sipping on his nearly finished drink “What? Oh.. right”

You smile back at Hailey but she doesn’t seem satisfied “I’m just saying, I don’t think he would run into a burning building for much but if you were on the top floor he would be sprinting up them stairs” Kim widens her eyes at Hailey who seems so casual about everything she is saying but you weren’t taking it as lightly and were now feeling slightly uncomfortable “Well on that note, I think I’m gonna head out” you place your empty glass back on the bar and hear them continue to bicker being you “Good one” Adam curses at Hailey who again doesn’t seem fazed “I’m just saying what we’re all thinking. You can’t tell me they’re both so oblivious to it as well”. Adam runs his hand along his jawline and stands to pick your jacket up which had fallen on the floor, you hear him mutter a soft ‘sorry’ which you acknowledge with a forced smile “I’ll see you tomorrow”.

You shrug your jacket on and head for the door, slightly underestimating how cold Chicago can be and regretting not picking up a thicker coat. You start the traitorous walk down the road but feel your phone buzz in your pocket

‘Stop walking and wait for me’

You squint to see who it was from and your heart slightly picks up speed when you say Jay’s name at the top of the screen, you come to a stop and turn to look over your shoulder. Not seeing anyone there you carry on walking but keep your phone in your grasp when it vibrates again

‘What did I just say Y/N..’

You chuckle at the message and take another look behind you but this time seeing Jay a few steps away “you really don’t listen for shit do you” he greets and you scoff “Well, nice to see you too”. You carry on walking and Jay jogs to catch up and walks closely alongside you “Early night for you as well then?” you break the silence and he just nods with his hands stuffed in his pockets “Not as good when you’re partners not there” he remains with his eyes pinned to the path ahead and you feel the heat rise to your cheeks and are suddenly grateful for the darkness so he can’t see. You come to a stop and Jay turns back to look at you confused “You don’t live this way? In fact that way” you point in the opposite direction you’re walking and his eyes quickly dart back to you “You think I’d let you walk home alone?” he almost chuckles to himself but you don’t match his amusement “Jay, it’s not even 8pm and I’ve only had a few drinks. Thank you but I’m fine” you pat him on the shoulder and continue walking, you barely get a step away when he’s back by your side.

“I get that, but I’d feel better if you let me walk you home “. You’re reminded that you still have your phone in your hand when you feel it vibrate, you look down to see Adam’s name flash up on the screen. You show Jay the screen and you can’t help but notice the way he seems to straighten up when he reads the name, you ignore this and answer the phone “Hey Adam” you chime and Jay vaguely hears him respond on the other end “Hold on a minute” you put the phone to your shoulder to muffle the speaker and so Adam can’t hear “Look, if I stay on the phone with Adam and walk home alone. Will that make you feel better?” you whisper to Jay who clears his throat and nods “Do whatever you want” he responds in a harsh but quiet tone before heading back towards the bar. “Sorry, as you were saying..” you turn your attention back to the phone call and carry on your journey home.

The phone call only last a few minutes after Jay left but you made a note to tell Jay it was the full length of your journey home if he ever asks.. You step in the elevator to your apartment block and click the button for your floor, you grasp at the hand rail behind you and lean your head back on the mirror, you were shattered and just ready for bed. The elevator chimes and the doors open, as you exit and head for your apartment you find yourself rummaging around your pockets to find your key, you turn the corner and nearly jump out of your skin as you see Jay stood outside your door, leaning on the wall with his knee bent and foot resting below him.

He sees your reaction and turns to face you walking towards him “sorry I didn’t mean to make you jump” he softly whispers as you turn the key in the lock “Maybe don’t wait outside my front door when I’m not expecting anyone to be there smart ass” you hit back, still not sure on his attitude when he left you earlier.

You walk in the apartment and hang your jacket on the hook but turn back to see Jay still hadn’t moved “You coming in or did you come all this way to stand in the hall?” you question but head further in, leaving the door open. You pour yourself a glass of water and hear the door close and the floorboards creak as Jay walks over to join you “What’s going on Jay?” you ask as he leans on the doorframe and therefore making it difficult for you to get past “What did Adam want?” he tilts his head to question but you can tell he isn’t feeling as confident as he wants you to think. You exhale in a laugh and take a step towards him, you expect him to move but he stands his ground and remains in his spot. This forces you to step sideways out of the door, your body glides closely with his. So much so that if you had looked up as you passed him your faces would’ve been inches apart as he looked down at you. You huff and place your glass of water on the side and begin to take your shoes off by the sofa “Just wanted to apologize again for Hailey, I don’t know I wasn’t really listening” you trail off as you find your attention is now more on Jay’s actions and what he’s doing.

It takes him a minute to turn from where he is standing and face you, you walk in front of him and lean the back of your legs on the sofa to examine him, his eyes flick up and down your body and you reach for your drink to try and act like you didn’t notice “So you’d rather have him keep you company on your walk home than me, I see” he confidentially takes a stride towards you and folds his arms across his chest. You can’t help but notice the way his arms bulge through the tightness of his shirt and struggle to keep your eyes on him and not roaming to admire them “Grow up Jay” you scoff but see him take another step towards you “what are you even doing here anyway?” you add but he remains silent.

“If you’re just gonna stand and not say anything I’m gonna leave you here and go to bed” you stand from your spot and step away from him and towards your room. You’re stopped in your tracks when his arm latches onto your wrist to stop you “Hailey was right you know” he keeps his grasp on you tight, not in a way that it hurts but almost as if he was worried that otherwise you would walk off.

You open your mouth to speak but he soon cuts you off “I mean not about the fact there isn’t much I would run into a burning building for, as we know from past experiences that isn’t true” you laugh at the memory from when he darted back into an old house that had just caught alight because he had left his phone on the side but he seems to regain your attention “You know what, It’s late I should probably go” he releases his hold on you and you can’t ignore the emptiness you feel from loosing the tiniest bit of contact from him “You can’t be serious Jay. You can’t say that and then leave?” you both fall silent as you wait for the other to speak but you weren’t going to crack first.

“I didn’t plan on coming here Y/N. I didn’t think I would be standing here saying this to you but you were on the phone to Adam and instead of me heading home I found myself coming here to make sure you got home safe. I wish I didn’t care if you were on the phone to him when you walked home, but I do Y/N. I care that it’s me that you choose to keep you company and I’m the one to make sure you’re safe because quite frankly I don’t trust anyone else and especially you to make sure that you are. You’re the most caring person I know and honestly it terrifies me because I know you won’t stop at anything to make sure everyone around you is fine, even if it means that you aren’t and I’m sorry but it’s true”. The way his chest is quickly rising and falling from his outburst stuns you, you’d seen him loose control of his emotions before but not like this. He always struggles to hide his true feelings and shows alot of emotion, but in more actions than words and you never thought you’d see him act this way towards you.

“That’s great Jay, just great. Here you are turning up at my door because you don’t trust me to keep myself safe. You’re my partner Jay you’re supposed to trust me an-” you begin to retaliate but yet again he is there to cut you off “I do trust you Y/N. I trust you with my life and I trust you a fuck tonne more than anyone else I know but I know you won’t stop at anything to make sure everyone else is okay, so is it so bad that I wanted to make sure you got home safe?” you find him now stood inches from you and you had absentmindedly mirrored his actions but tensely hanging your arms by your side, so rigid that you can’t bring yourself to move them “So what, if I asked you to stay. Would you?” you half heartedly laugh as you almost expect him to shrug if off and give you some funny look.

“Of course I would Y/N. Are you not listening to me? I would stay tonight, I would stay tomorrow. I would stay every god damn day if I could. I don’t wait you on the phone to another guy when it should be me, I should be the one making you feel safe and not anyone else” his tone and volume picks up again just when he seemed to be calming down and you curse yourself for making him react this way again. You take another step towards him as he tries to say something else, you raise your finger to his lip to stop him. His eyes flicker between your fingertip and then back to you in confusion but he doesn’t say another word. The desperation in his eyes as he scans your face makes your heart ache and you feel it alight something within you “Just don’t say another word” you bring your face towards him and place a quick kiss onto his skin “Take your anger out on me”. You run your fingertip along his jawline run your thumb along his bottom lip to place another kiss to the side of his neck “Y/N” he warns, his voice now in a low and much more serious tone.

“I mean it Jay, everything you just said. Prove it to me” you continue to trail light pecks along his skin and leading up the the corner of his mouth “Don’t start something you don’t want to finish” the way he grips at your hips makes you edge them towards him, earning a low moan to escape from his lips “Prove it to me Jay, prove why it should be you and no one else” you taunt as he locks his eyes with yours, he nudges at your legs which are positioned together so his knee slips between them “you have no idea what you’ve just let yourself in for”.

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#jay halstead x reader #jay halstead drabble #jay halstead smut #jay halstead x y/n #jay halstead x you #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead #one chicago x reader #one chicago #Chicago PD #chicago pd imagine

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gallifrey1sburning · 3 years

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Hi 👋 a prompt you can take or leave: Draco is very unsure whether he is being flirted with or this is an extension of their office rivalry that he doesn't understand (or the reverse!) Ty!

@skeptiquex and @ihavesomeideawhatimdoinghere, I read both of your prompts back to back, and they worked really well together, so I squished them into one. I hope you enjoy! Thank you both for sending me things, and thanks to @mxmaneater for the fast beta ❤️

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The Tally

“One more for me!” Harry crowed, scratching a new tally mark next to his name on the chalkboard behind Draco’s head. “Better luck next time, Malfoy.” The board had a partner behind Harry’s desk, and the tallies recorded on one would reflect on the other, but Harry took great joy in invading Draco’s space and rubbing his victories in his face at every opportunity. Not that Draco was any better. It was part of the fun.

“Please, that one hardly counted,” Draco objected reflexively. “You only caught him because you tripped, for Merlin’s sake. Hardly an impressive arrest.”

Harry shrugged and grinned, perching on the edge of Draco’s desk. “An arrest is an arrest.”

“Whatever,” Draco grumped. He and Harry had been playing this game for over a year now, and the margin was always extremely close. Harry was just barely ahead, at the moment, but Draco would catch up to him soon. He and Parvati had a potions ring bust coming up that Harry and Weasley weren’t involved in. Once that was done, he’d have overtaken him, and the smug expression currently gracing his colleague’s face would disappear along with his lead.

“So, any big weekend plans?” Harry asked, ignoring Draco’s pout.

Draco dropped the expression when it failed to produce the desired reaction. “Nothing too exciting. Yourself?”

“I’ve got tickets for the Puddlemere game on Saturday, actually. Ron was supposed to come, but something came up, so I’m trying to find someone else who might want to go. It would be a shame for the ticket to go to waste.” Harry was biting his lip and looking hopeful, and for just a moment, Draco thought— but no. If he’d wanted to ask, he would have asked, he told himself firmly.

Taking care to keep his expression light, Draco pondered for a moment before saying. “I think McCutcheon is a Puddlemere fan. Maybe try him?”

“Oh, right.” Draco almost thought that Harry looked disappointed for a moment, but on second glance, his expression was clear and friendly. “Thanks for the tip. I’ll see if he’s free. Have a great weekend, Draco. Parvati.” He knocked his knuckles against the desktop twice before straightening and walking off, hands in pockets. Draco watched him go, sighing as he rounded the corner. It really was a pleasure watching him walk away.

He was brought back to reality by his partner smacking him in the back of the head with a stack of paperwork. “Ow! What the fuck, Patil?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she hissed, looking even more exasperated with him than usual. “Every time he’s over here, you spend the rest of the day mooning, and he finally asks you out, and you say NO?!”

“I do not moon!” He did moon, and he knew it, but he wasn’t about to say so. He still had his pride. “And he didn’t ask me out, either.”

“You’re joking, right?”

“He didn’t! He just said he had an available ticket! He very clearly had an opening to invite me, if he wanted to, and he very clearly didn’t.” There had been a number of moments like this, in recent months, and Parvati kept insisting that Harry was flirting with Draco. For his part, Draco kept insisting that she mind her own business, because she obviously could not read Harry Potter at all if she thought he was interested in Draco.

“You are an absolute moron.” Parvati shook her head in disbelief, but let it drop.

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They made the bust on Tuesday. Monday had been a rush of preparations and contingency planning and final logistics, and the stakeout had lasted all day, but in the end, it had been worth it—they’d brought in six players in one sweep and were confident that at least one of them would give up the rest in exchange for sentencing leniency. Draco had dropped into bed exhausted but elated.

He was still riding high when he sauntered into Harry and Weasley’s office on Wednesday. He leaned ostentatiously over Harry’s desk, stretching almost directly over his perpetually-tousled head to grab a piece of chalk and carefully add six perfectly straight tally marks to his own side of the board, giving him the lead by three.

“And that’s how you do it,” he gloated as he straightened, smirking smugly down at Harry. “Suck it, Potter.”

Across the office, he heard Weasley groan and mumble something that sounded suspiciously like ‘he wishes’ under his breath. Harry looked a bit pink, but still smirked right back up at Draco, so it was probably just the heat. “Played that one close to the chest, didn’t you? But don’t worry, I’ve got something in the pipeline. I’ll be back on top before you know it.”

In Draco’s peripheral vision, he saw Weasley bang his head against his desk. “I’m getting tea,” he announced, stalking out of the office. Draco raised an eyebrow at Potter, who shrugged.

Now that he was here, Draco didn’t quite want to leave yet, so he searched for something else to talk about. “How was the game?” he finally asked.

“Huh? Oh, the Quidditch game. Yeah, I didn’t end up going, actually.” Harry rubbed the back of his neck, not making eye contact. “Wasn’t really in the mood.”

Draco wrinkled his brow, not really sure what to make of that, but then Harry asked a question about the potions bust, and Draco forgot about it, instead focusing on a dramatic retelling of his glorious victory.

—

Harry’s next arrest came after a particularly brutal double homicide. It was all anyone was talking about when he arrived that morning, but, despite Draco’s expectations (and perhaps anticipation), Harry didn’t appear at his desk to brag about it. He was feeling a bit anxious by the time he finally saw him passing by his door in the late afternoon, and the feeling only grew when he did. Harry had bags under his eyes, and his usually confident posture was slumped. He didn’t look as though he had slept. He also didn’t look like he was going to stop.

“Hey,” Draco said, rising from his desk to catch him before he passed by completely. “Haven’t seen you today.” Are you okay?, he didn’t say, but he thought it was probably audible in his tone anyway.

“Oh. Hey, Draco.” Harry looked up at him, seeming a little lost. He looked hollow behind his eyes, and Draco could feel his eyebrows furrowing in concern. “Yeah, I’ve been…” he trailed off and glanced past Draco, into his office, to where the chalkboard hung prominently on the back wall. He seemed to curl even further in on himself. “I don’t want to count this one, okay?” he said, finally. “It doesn’t really feel like a victory.”

“Yeah, of course,” Draco said immediately, and he suddenly felt completely helpless. “Can I—” he hesitated, and then put a tentative hand on Harry’s slumped shoulder. “Do you need anything?”

He was half sure that Harry would pull away from his touch, but he didn’t. If anything, he seemed almost to relax into it. “I’m okay,” he said, and it wasn’t convincing, but Draco didn’t want to push it. “Thanks, though.” He reached up and gripped Draco’s hand where it lay on his shoulder, so briefly that his hand was gone before Draco could even fully register it, and then stepped back, continuing on his way.

Draco stood and stared at the chalkboard for a while when he got back to his desk. Then, he picked up his eraser and carefully removed one tally from his own side.

—

Their next bust, they were on together. A small Neo-Death Eater group that the department had been keeping an eye on, but who hadn’t done much of anything until now, had suddenly decided to make a grand statement by threatening a large-scale attack on Diagon Alley if their (entirely insane) demands weren’t met. Needless to say, the Ministry was not interested in negotiation, and the whole Auror force had been called out en masse.

Somehow, Harry and Weasley had ended up working in tandem with Draco and Parvati, and now Harry and Draco were back to back in a dead-end alley, dueling a pair that seemed to be the last desperate stragglers, while Parvati watched the street, ready to block anyone who might try to interfere, and Weasley stood to the side, clutching his ribs and sweating but still managing to hold a fairly steady shield charm. There was an unconscious, Incarcerous-ed body on the ground near him; his Stunner’s aim had been true, but the assailant had gotten off one last hex before it hit. He wasn’t in imminent danger—Draco had been hit by the same spell before, and it was extremely painful but didn’t cause any lasting damage once reversed—and although that would be easy enough to do, they didn’t have a wand to spare at the moment.

Harry and Draco worked together like they’d been born to it, and if their respective partnerships hadn’t been working so well for so long, Draco might have considered it a waste that they weren’t paired together. Spells flew around them like fireworks, and they cast and dodged and shielded and attacked without speaking, without pause, until, suddenly, it was over.

“Ron!” Harry cried as soon as his wand dropped, but Parvati was already by his side, countering the spell, and Ron’s body relaxed almost immediately.

“I’m fine, mate. Great work.”

Harry breathed out a sigh of relief and then turned to Draco, chest still heaving with exertion. Draco couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face even as he tried to catch his breath. He could feel sweat tracking down his face, his neck, his back, and he was streaked with dirt and—he suspected—blood; but they had won, and no one had died, and he was almost high on the rush of it. “I’m not sure who those count for,” he said, half laughing. “It happened too fast. Did you catch who took them down?”

Harry was grinning now, too, the buzzing energy of their win almost visibly coursing through him. He beamed at Draco, and he looked so fucking beautiful, even though he was just as dirty and dishevled as Draco was, that Draco couldn’t help but glance, just for a second, at those lips that he’d surreptitiously observed for so long as they stretched wide with joy. When he snapped his eyes back up, however, it was clear that Harry had seen, because the smile had morphed into something that Draco couldn’t put a name to, and his eyes were searching Draco’s for something. And then—

“Fuck it,” he heard Harry say, and then there were hands on either side of his head and he was being—quite thoroughly—kissed, right there in the alley. He melted into it immediately, pulling Harry closer to himself almost instinctively. There was an iron tang of blood as their tongues met, and Draco wasn’t sure whose it was, but he didn’t particularly care. He didn’t care about much of anything, right now, besides Harry’s hands, and Harry’s lips, and the press of Harry’s chest and hips against his own, and whether Harry might want to reenact this moment later but somewhere with a bed and a lot less clothes.

“I TOLD YOU!” Parvati yelled triumphantly in the background.

“Fucking finally.” Ron sounded both amused and exasperated.

Draco ignored them in favor of sliding his hands into Harry’s birdsnest of hair, pulling lightly and making him groan into the kiss. He supposed this one counted as a win for both of them.

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libermachinae · 3 years

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Night Shift

Also on AO3! Summary: Prowl and Jetfire analyze leads on a Decepticon smuggling operation, working together late into the night trying to find the missing connections. A sleep deprived slip of the tongue leads Prowl to revisiting old choices. Word Count: 2146

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Prowl didn’t keep track of his chronometer this late in the night. Morning was inevitable, and he knew he could rely on a burst of messages from Orion to let him know when it had arrived. As such, he had no idea what hour it was when Jetfire broke through the productive silence.

“How did you come up with these predictions?” Jetfire asked. Worst of all, he was speaking with his mouth full, apparently too incensed by Prowl’s logic train to be bothered with common decency. “Every gun you’ve pulled in has been running on fumes; I’ve had to scrape the insides of the barrels just to figure out what they’re fueled on.”

The impressive thing about Jetfire was that even as a voice over the comms, he sounded like the biggest bot in the room. It wasn’t just that his voice was deep; Orion, who wasn’t that much taller than Prowl, had a voice you could feel through the floor panels. It was something about the way Jetfire talked, deliberate and straightforward, rarely stuttering even when caught off-guard. It was refreshing.

“I’ve outlined the logic process in my report. I won’t be repeating it,” Prowl said, scrolling back through his files.

“What are they teaching in the enforcer academy that reports don’t need to communicate anything?” Jetfire grumbled

It would be a reasonable estimate to say they spent 50% of these near nightly calls complaining about their targets, their coworkers, and the administration, and another 40% about each other. Prowl sat through them strictly as a matter of convenience, being a faster mode of communication than the intermittent data bursts preferred by the sanctioned enforcer agencies.

Having someone at the other end of the line also assisted the rust sticks and nucleon microcubes in staving off recharge protocols.

“It’s as I explained to Tumbler: it communicates everything I intended it to.” Ideally, very little to anyone who couldn’t have worked it out themselves. That way, the important information stayed with those who could actually use it, and the rest—

“Who’s Tumbler?”

Prowl lost his train of thought as the rest of his processor caught up to what the .5% he reserved for conversation had said. He froze, rust stick halfway to his mouth.

“No one,” he said.

“Okay.” Jetfire drew out the word. “Did he buy that line?”

No, of course not. Tumbler was always relentless about that sort of thing. His curiosity and drive could have lent to the makings of a detective or captain if he’d dedicated them more often to investigations and less on critiquing Prowl.

“He was young and failed to grasp the necessity of efficiency in our line of work.” Prowl had tried to be patient, but he’d been young too, and Tumbler was the first partner he’d had who would listen to him. Even if it was just to argue that Prowl’s opaque writing was the cause of their inefficiency.

“Hmph.”

Jetfire liked to intersperse their conversations with meaningless noises, and although Prowl needed more samples before he was certain of his explanation, he believed they meant Jetfire didn’t agree with something he’d said but was ending the discussion prematurely. It was illogical, leaving a matter unsettled for which a solution existed, but normally Prowl’s priority queues were ordered such that work came before ideological disagreements.

“What?” he asked, finally setting down the rust stick.

“You’re normally terrible with names,” Jetfire said without hesitation. “I’m just trying to imagine what a bot would have to be like to leave that much of an impression on you.”

“He was talented,” Prowl admitted.

“Do you keep in touch?”

“No.” Prowl straightened his back and flared his sensory panels, ready to move on. “It was not a practical partnership. Being together diminished our respective abilities and prevented us from fulfilling our responsibilities. It was for the betterment—”

“Hey, hold on, Prowl,” Jetfire said, his rolling voice enough to draw Prowl up short. “I know that you—but, you know what that sounds like, right?”

Prowl frowned, immediately recognizing Jetfire’s social theory tone.

“Pragmatism,” he said. “We can’t have everything we want in an ordered society. I—we did what Cybertron needed of us.”

“By disposing of a part of yourself?”

Tumbler hadn’t liked that explanation either.

“We weren’t conjunx.” And for very good reason. There were more important things in life than feelings or fleeting commitments, and it was idealists like Jetfire who—

“Just because it didn’t have a name doesn’t mean it wasn’t important.”

Prowl’s thoughts stumbled. He hadn’t expected Jetfire to say that, not because it was out of character but because he was right. That was the exact sentiment Prowl had tried to put to words maybe half a dozen times and now it was being turned on him like a spotlight.

“There are things that should never be sacrificed,” Jetfire went on. Prowl felt his silhouette thrown into sharp relief. “Things we’re worse off for letting go of.” He paused. “A while ago, I was made an offer: instant entry to the academies. No exams, no fees. Everything I’d ever wanted. In return, though, I would’ve had to give up my wings. My… sponsor, I guess, knew I had the processor for science, just not the frame. They asked for me to give up one part of myself to let the rest go free.”

Prowl shook his helm, leaning away from the speaker. Jetfire’s tone was the same one he occasionally used with Bumblebee. With Prowl, he was hard edges and warning lights. They weren’t this for each other. They didn’t do this.

“You were nearly the victim of a scam,” he said, searching blindly for familiar ground.

“I’m sure it seems that way,” Jetfire said, unperturbed. “Do you get it, though? Giving up any one piece would’ve meant tacit agreement with the Functionists, that I wasn’t fit to do my work in any form but what they prescribed. Even if I’d told myself it was for Cybertron, it really would’ve been a sacrifice in their honor, and nothing would ever be worth that.”

Prowl wasn’t entirely obtuse. He understood what Jetfire was saying, but he couldn’t afford to hear it, not with everything he had already done and the plans he had yet to set in motion. Maybe Jetfire had found a way to live that allowed him to maintain his idealistic commitments, but most mechanisms weren’t so lucky. Everyone had to give up something.

“And now you’re here, working on behalf of the Senate,” Prowl said, just to prove that point.

Jetfire made his noise again.

“Right, I forgot,” he said. Annoyed or frustrated: the usual feelings they brought out in each other. “Waste of time. Forget I said anything.”

Prowl wouldn’t, but he also wasn’t going to give Jetfire an excuse to keep pontificating.

It would have been a waste of their time, anyhow, because however sincere Jetfire was in his admission, Prowl had never understood the hypocrisy of bots who would claim to reject Functionism while maintaining an almost fanatical devotion to their frames. In some intangible sense, maybe he did enjoy the opportunity to go for a long drive, but he couldn’t imagine himself grieving his tires for their own sake. He tried to compare it to what he had felt when Tumbler had said going to Kaon was a selfish, pretentious idea and immediately recoiled.

“Results are exactly what I told you,” Jetfire said. Prowl realized he hadn’t gotten any work done in the last several kliks. “Not nearly the concentration of materials to support your theory the Decepticons have contacts in Uraya, and a few that will probably trace back to Kaon, like everything else.”

“I’d like to see for myself,” Prowl said, standing. He didn’t often get this badly distracted, and it was easy to pin it on the state of his desk: used energon cubes and wrappers from the cheap snacks he kept fueled on littered the spaces he should have been using for case notes and displays. When was the last time he’d cleaned?

“Really?” Jetfire asked. “The data’s pretty clear.”

“Humor me.”

“What do you think I’ve been doing?”

Neither said goodbye before they hung up: another of their customs.

Prowl cleared the mess into the trash. Exhaustion was nibbling at his processor like a corrosive. Another couple shots would get him through his morning meetings, and then a regular midday fueling would carry him over until he could recharge properly in the evening. Before that, though, the day had to begin, an event he discovered was closer than he’d expected when he stepped outside and saw the horizon just tilting toward the pale blue of an oncoming dawn.

The air was gentle, the pleasant cool that foreshadowed a blistering day. Jetfire was a dot over the Rodion skyline. Prowl glanced up at the few stars that could punch through the light pollution and was reminded, suddenly, of the time he and Tumbler had discussed getting a little patch of metal out on the Tungsten Moors. The barren sparkfields had felt nonetheless fertile with possibilities, and they had gotten hung up on whether it would be more practical to live in a house with two stories or just one. It had been a fantasy, nothing more; even on their joint income, it would have taken millions of years to save up. But there had been something, if not fulfilling, thrilling about it, making plans that didn’t hinge on work or promotions.

He wondered if Tumbler remembered that conversation.

Jetfire’s slow approach gave Prowl time to dwell while keeping an idle optic on his teammate. There was nothing spectacular about Jetfire’s flying: Prowl had worked with and chased down fliers who were faster, more maneuverable, and flashier in every way. But there was something resolute and sure about the way Jetfire coasted, a steadiness that Prowl would have appreciated sooner if he’d noticed it, his thoughts of Tumbler and past mistakes and pointless sacrifice sliding away as he watched Jetfire’s flight.

Jetfire’s flying was beautiful, in its own way. Its understatement reminded Prowl of his own assembly line colors, but with an underlying confidence that left Prowl feeling inadequate. Though technically strong, his power was limited to what he could siphon off Orion and their other high-level contacts. He’d experienced a taste of the real thing under Sentinel, but that had been an especially tenuous connection, liable to snap had he ever tugged too hard. Jetfire’s power was all his own. Not overwhelming, not enough to make the changes Cybertron needed. Incomparable, really, to what Prowl had wielded. But it radiated from the tips of his wings to the burn of his thrusters, self-realized, without reservation or concession.

Prowl’s tac net pinged him with the results for a problem he hadn’t realized he’d plugged in: 50% Prowl should have been strong enough to find another way, 50% choosing Tumbler would have made him stronger.

A perfect 50-50 meant his systems were badly in need of defrag. He cleared the cache and set his tac net to reboot, shaking his helm to dispel the resulting vertigo as Jetfire landed on the steps below him. Prowl waited patiently for him to complete his mode switch, taking two steps back so they would be at optic level with each other.

“Pleasant flight?” he asked.

“Wouldn’t trade it for anything,” Jetfire said with a smugness that allowed Prowl to scoff as he motioned for the datapad.

Jetfire handed it over. Prowl knew he was being watched as he powered it on and reviewed its contents, but he took his time, using Jetfire’s results to run through a few warm up calculations as his tac net came back online.

“You didn’t check for copper fluoride,” he commented.

“No,” Jetfire said slowly, “because it wasn’t one of the compounds we were investigating.”

“Run the tests again.” Prowl tried to return the datapad, but Jetfire refused to take it. “The chances we would find evidence of materials native to the Urayan region were always slim to none. However, the old blackmarket pipeline between Kaon and Yuss ran directly underneath the city. Does that make more sense?”

Prowl saw the moment Jetfire finally saw the case as he did, a knotted web of deceptions meant to dissuade even the most seasoned detective from untangling its core. Jetfire took the datapad from Prowl and stowed it, though the hard look in his optics did not waver.

“Could’ve said that from the beginning,” Jetfire griped.

Prowl didn’t bother to respond. What was done was done. Talking so much about the past was a waste of time neither of them could afford, because for all that it might have mattered, nothing they said could change any of it. All they had was the future, and the possibility of starting each day stronger than they had the one before.

#finally remembered to upload!#maccadam #transformers #prowl #jetfire #my writing #oneshot

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wistfulrat · 4 years

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a 4-part rec list of my fave drarry fics - the thrillers, dramas, soft bois, and wankbanks getting me through 2020′s shitstorm

[ for my fellow fledgling drarry stans! the drama list is here and, well. like i didn’t initially intend to go off in the mini-reviews beneath every rec but it’s just that you can't nOT yell about drarry as classic literary foils!! also it’s my dumb sideblog so i decided there are no rules and i get to be annoying about good writing.

but rly, the whole premise of the drarry pairing is shaped by this genre and if the ~serious world of serious published writers~ weren’t absolute cowards, they would admit that drama fic authors have contributed more to the genre than the average shit you can find at your local chain bookstore. so that's that on thAT. & if you love a fic here, don't forget to follow the authors, leave kudos & comments on their work, send them nice msgs bc they do all this shit for free xoxo ]

part 2: dramas

mood: for when I need emotional catharsis and maybe 7 hours to sob/brood about loneliness, the cost of love, & the perpetual fear of being truly known

includes: angst, hurt/comfort, reconciliation fics. it’s cruelty o’clock folks and someone is about to say/do something Fucked Up that they can’t take back. but don’t worry!! there will be a Reckoning feat. hamlet-worthy monologues, ugly truths, unbridled rage, trauma, insecurity, and just a fuck ton of tears!! but maybe even tender apologies and mended things.

(Un)wanted by @aibidil - 36k - E | Ginny's pregnant, then she's not and Harry's single. Harry, again with no family, doesn't know what to do with this turn of events, or how to find a new life—post-war, post-Ginny, post-abortion—in which he belongs. He doesn't expect that life to include dancing to the Backstreet Boys with Hermione and Draco Malfoy. A story of finding belonging in the unexpected. | --- can a fic be tender and unflinching at the same time? bc this story strikes that balance rly well and for a piece about unwantedness, it is incredibly humanizing. ginny holding her own, draco being gentle but not letting harry play victim, hermione calling harry “hazzah” and just the way this friendship insists on the validity of found families even when harry is spiraling?? and you’re forced to consider that no one has the monopoly on fucked-upness and that doesn’t absolve us of the ways we hurt each other but it means that everyone has the same potential to be better after being broken. goD JUST READ IT, OKAY.

Blood Magic, the series by @houseofhebrideanblacks and @thestralsofspinnersend 335k - E “Later that night. . .Draco wondered at the depths of magic, its breadth and scope. The ways in which life pervades and eludes death, the ways in which they endure all manners of small and large deaths within their lives.” -- if you don't read any other fic on this list, i hope you read this series bc holy shit it’s breathtaking. harry’s a recovering addict, draco’s recovering from abuse, and in a cottage within the forbidden forest begins an unlikely partnership as the boys take up the tedious work of healing. there are thestrals and everyone's in therapy. there are whole chapters of cottagecore drarry. it's a beautiful exploration of how we bare the immensity of loss against the miracles of birth and regrowth.

Ship of Theseus by GallaPlacidia - 18k - T “A ship in a full sail, a ship in a state of decay, a ship that had been rebuilt, slightly different. A repeating cycle. “What makes the ship the same?” asked Harry. “I don’t know. There must be something in it that lasts across the changes.” -- DO YOU KNOW HOW THIS QUOTE LIVES RENT FREE IN MY SAD, SAD BRAIN. DO YOU KNOW HOW I LOSE SLEEP THINKING ABOUT THE FUCKING SHIP OF THESEUS. it’s a memory loss fic and everything is so unFAIR. you want to murder harry sometimes bc he’s such a shiT and you suffer through the ways he questions desire, penance, redemption, true love. and by the end, you want to believe in those golden slumber lyrics: “once, there was a way to get back home”

Yours to Keep by @dracoismytrashson - 135k - E i love the university setting, i love getting to see harry and draco’s first forays into a real LGBTQ community, the class and race structures outside of the wizarding world. i love that this is the context in which they’re allowed to confront the shittiness of PTSD, anxiety, depression etc. as they come together and fall apart against each other’s traumas. it makes the ending feel earned af. “Baby, we’ve been easing into it for a decade.” -- my god this line

Away Childish Things by @letteredlettered - 153k - T this fic is devastating. like, completely forget whatever reticence you might have towards a de-aging fic and read this. the de-aging premise allows the author to cut through the ways harry and draco hold each other at a distance and you end up with these stunning moments of clarity where they’re truly seeing each other for the first time. and suddenly everything makes sense. i won't spoil it here but there’s a scene towards the end where harry is talking to hermione and ron about realizing the first time he felt what its like to be loved and I fucking SOBBED. an all-time fave fic about learning how to belong.

Had To Be You by @lettersbyelise - 59k - E a genuinely excellent slow burn about absolute fucking morons who refuse to express their mutual love over the course of literal years?? HOW MANY TENDER MEET-CUTES DO 2 GAY IDIOTS EVEN NEED. a car ride a bookshop a street corner -- when harry met sally is my enemy. but you know what? this fic is masterfully written, it’s an epic tale of unexpected friendships and the inability to say the things we feel. also its very much also a soft boi fic if not for the Major Fuck Up that pushes it into drama territory for me. so worth the turmoil tbh.

Hurricane by phrynne - 120k - E auror partners terrified of love. it’s a fic about walls - where the emotional landscape of this fic is occluded by dishonest words so you feel the tension play out in hollow voices, shuttered looks, emptied eyes. it’s like watching two ppl get flayed alive in slow motion and everything is SHIT for a little. it’s mean, it’s ugly, it doesn’t let you give the characters an out when they’re being cruel - to each other and to themselves. but harry and draco are two violent forces hurling toward each other’s walls and the inevitable reckoning comes and it’s so very worth the ending. the hospital bed scene to rule all hospital bed scenes.

Returning Tides by @zigster-ao3 - E “Is my timing that flawed? Our respect run so dry? Yet there's still this appeal That we've kept through our lives” --those fuCKing ian curtis lyrics in the summary!! p a i n. why do i put myself through getting-back-together fics knowing full well i’m gonna be Sad As Hell during the not-together portion of the story?? we are all unfortunately hoes for heartache. anyway this fic is beautiful. draco’s a dad and recently widowed, harry has a thestral reserve, the settings here are stunning. a story about grief and love that lingers.

A Piercing Comfort by @talithan - 44k - T “There is no objective scorecard. There isn’t anything that a person does that tips the balance from ‘deserving’ to ‘undeserving’, or vice versa. A ‘deserving’ person will not run out of worthiness after a set time of happiness and have to then go about working to deserve it again. And an ‘undeserving’ person does not have to suffer at length before having the opportunity to be ‘deserving’.” -- the heart of this fic. harry’s in therapy, facing depression, and learning how to accept love he doesn’t think he deserves. (also draco is harry’s therapist but yes, that power dynamic is handled ethically-well imo and addressed in the author notes I promise!!).

Borrowing Courage by @xx-thedarklord-xx - 70k - E |After years of being a Magical Artist and painting for other people, Draco decides it’s time to paint for himself for once. The secrets pile up as he tries to unravel the mystery of his relatives but the only thing he didn’t count on was having to go to Potter of all people for approval.| --god i love this fic. the thing about drarry here is that they never mean to hurt each other but they do. they do and draco’s trying to do the right thing and he wants so badly for good family but harry’s never rly stopped grieving sirius and it’s this whole unintended mess of festering wounds forced to heal. everyone needs a hug. also ron/blaise pairing and ron+draco’s friendship here is everything!!

Reparations and the sequel, Foundations by Saras_Girl - 320k - E | Harry is about to discover that the steepest learning curve comes after Healer training, and that second chances can be found in unexpected places.| -- incredible. harry and draco’s dynamic as healers, the cast of original characters, the boys learning what it means to trust each other, draco building a rehabilitation center, harry falling in love with him, and “meus fabula est mei ut dico: my story is mine to tell.” i cry

The Ties that Bind by phoenix_writing (not on ao3) - 61k - T | Upon Andromeda’s death, Harry and Draco are given custody of Teddy. Their lives will never be the same.| -- harry’s got major abandonment issues and he’s just trying to be a good co-parent with draco but everyone is being the woRST and you want to murder them on behalf of harry. but then, the boys learn to listen to each other and god it all becomes so tender. also harry has a gay panic. things are awful but it all works out. -

[part 1: thrillers | part 2: dramas | part 3: soft bois | part 4: wankbanks]

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry fic rec #drarry dramas #im so sorry if this got long but also #I have too many Thoughts #all I do is cry over two sad gays #its pain o'clock sweeties #time to Sob about the mortifying ordeal of being Known

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mykingdomforasong · 3 years

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Dinluke: 9 and 12

Secret relationship + Arranged marriage - Rated G [prompt list]

Mandalore was in a precarious enough position as it was. The Mand'alor falling in love with an ancient enemy wasn't something the planet could handle at the moment.

Unfortunately for Din, most things in his life just happened to him, and they were often irreversible.

Everything about Luke Skywalker drew him in - his strength, his loyalty, his care for Grogu, his eyes, his occasional bratty outbursts and bad jokes - all of it. And for reasons Din couldn't really understand himself, the feeling proved to be mutual.

It was Luke, though, who encouraged him to take up the mantle he'd won and restore Mandalore.

"Alright," Din said, finally, "but if I do this, it might make me a better person, and that's not the man you fell in love with."

Luke smiled at him, kissing his helmet where his lips would be. "I think I'll be able to adjust."

Luke couldn't come with him to Mandalore, but he was okay with that. "My work, the temple ... It's all on Yavin anyway."

"When the city is settled," Din said, "I'll build you whatever temple you want."

There was part of him that believed it would, could last forever, that they'd find a way, through all the sneaking around, to finally be public about it.

His thoughts drifted to Luke as his council tried to think up ways to bring more Mandalorians back to the planet, and how to secure resources for the Republic.

"Riduurok is always an option," the Armorer suggested. Din tuned back in at those words. "It wouldn't be unheard of to arrange a partnership to maintain an alliance."

"With a Mandalorian or someone from the Republic?" Bo-Katan asked.

"Either," she said, "or both."

Din looked at Bo-Katan and then at Boba. They were the only two who knew about Luke. Boba had been on the receiving end of a misplaced drunk com, and Bo-Katan had opened the wrong door at the wrong time. Neither of them were looking at him, likely to avoid suspicion and guilt.

"Can't say I'm crazy about the idea," Din said.

"It was just a suggestion," she said.

"We could find you a few suitable options," Bo-Katan offered, "before we strike down the deal entirely."

Din couldn't read her intentions. She could be using this as a loophole to allow Din to marry Luke, or this could be a political way to end the dangerous relationship.

"Maybe," he said. He was silent for a minute. "Can everyone except Boba and Bo-Katan leave. I want their opinions on some ... options," he said.

The rest of the people at the table nodded and left them alone.

"Do you think ..." he started.

"That you could use this as an opportunity to marry the Jedi?" Bo-Katan finished. "Probably not."

He frowned behind his helmet.

"Your best options are to either keep refusing this idea," Boba started, "find a partner open to the reality that you'll never share their bed, or ..." he exchanged a glance with Bo-Katan, which was always a bad sign, "give up the Jedi."

"His name is Luke," Din said, "and giving him up isn't an option.

"Be reasonable," she said, "we're too fragile to risk the people not accepting him."

"Then I won't marry until we're stronger."

"That might not be in your lifetime," Boba said.

"We could use this as an opportunity to find someone politically strong -"

"Like the son of former Senator and the brother to a sitting Senator? Or if you're looking for something more royal, what about the son of a Queen and brother to a princess?" He asked.

Bo-Katan sighed; Boba looked amused.

"Please think about this reasonably -" Bo-Katan asked.

"There's nothing about my reaction to this that's unreasonable," Din argued back. "Why don't I marry one of you then? You both have strong Mand'alor legacies in your lines. What's not politically advantageous about that?" He could see guilt on both of their faces as the considered his graceless proposal. "Right then," he stood up and left the room without another word.

He had other things scheduled to do on Mandalore over the next few days, but he decided that could all wait. He was the Mand'alor after all, and what kind of example would he be to his people if he left his clan for too long?

The flight to Yavin was always short, which he was grateful for. He didn't want to wait any longer to see Luke.

Luke was standing in the kitchen of their shared house when he landed, looking like a vision in the warm late-afternoon light. If Din's Yavin time was correct, it was Grogu's nap time.

"Din?" He said, smiling wide when he saw him. "What are you doing here?"

Din walked quickly through the room, taking off his helmet as he moved. When he got to Luke, he kissed him hard, with one hand on the back of his head, the other on the small of his back, bending him backwards just a bit.

"Hello to you too," Luke said against Din's mouth. Without saying anything, Din lifted him onto the counter and settled himself in the V of Luke's legs before kissing him more.

"Is everything okay?" Luke asked. Din took off his gloves before working his hands under Luke's shirt. "Din," Luke pulled away, and Din's frenzy paused. "What's going on?"

"They want me to marry someone else," he said.

Luke's face fell instantly. "What? Why?"

Din shook his head. "Politics," he kissed Luke again, this time gently with one hand on Luke's cheek. "I won't let that happen. I don't want that."

"But your people -"

"Will love you," Din insisted, holding him close. "Marry me. Tonight. Right now. Before anyone can do anything about it."

"Slow down," Luke said. They had decided months ago that they would get married, but only when it made more sense. Still, though, they considered themselves Clan with Luke as another father to Grogu. "That's a lot of information to get in one minute."

Din stepped back. "Sorry, I just..."

"I would panic too," Luke said, jumping down from the counter. "But there's no reason to rush. Anyone who wants to challenge us can challenge you for the throne. You win, and you get your way. You lose, and ... you get your way." Luke hugged him, and Din took advantage of his smaller stature to plant a kiss on top of his hair. "But I will marry you tonight," Luke promised, "if you don't think it'll cause a war."

"It might," Din said, "but it will be worth it."

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