#Also I’m on mobile so sorry for any formatting issues

[chishiyaisasnack]

Shower time

Here’s a fic that I’ve been working on for a good while now and I’m finally content with posting it. It’s sfw even though it’s a shower scene. Mostly fluff (?) and a tiiiiiny but of angst.

Disclaimer! This story is based in the Borderlands and it mentions blood, wounds and trauma from it. It’s not about how they got injured, but more so very mildly describing that they are injured. I consider it sfw but it does contain nudity since they’re taking a shower, but I’m not describing bodyparts or anything. Also, small references to sex just for humor, but there is no smut whatsoever.

Oh, and the reader doesn’t know that Chishiya is a doctor.

I’ve written and am posting on mobile so I’m sorry for any formatting issues.

”I’m going to take a shower.”

With strong steps - actually more like a wobble - you walked into your room at The Beach, Chishiya following close behind you, watching your every movement just in case you would trip over your own feet, like you already had done about 30 times since you left the game area. It had been a rough one and it had left you wounded, exhausted and a bit lethargic. Not to mention the strain it had taken on your mental state, like the games always did, but you had turned off your feelings for now and had only one goal in mind: a long, warm shower to wash off all the remnants of the game.

”No you aren’t, it can wait until tomorrow.” Chishiya sounded like he always did, bored and condescending, but you knew that there was some worry in there somewhere. Otherwise he wouldn’t have bothered to follow you all the way back to your room, offering to catch you when you’d eventually fall.

”I feel gross. I’m covered in … stuff.” Blood. You were covered in blood. You raised your arms to make your point clearer, in case he missed what an absolute mess you were right now.

”Fine. Come on then.” Chishiya sighed, walked around you, and went towards the bathroom while you stood confused, watching him open the door and look back at you before stepping inside.

”Wait, what?” you asked, eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. Why was he joining you?

With slow steps you followed him, wondering if he got the wrong idea. He was gorgeous, but sex was the last thing on your mind, especially shower sex. Didn’t he say that you were in no condition to even take a shower to begin with? You stopped in the doorway and waited for a response.

”You most likely have a concussion, you’re wounded and you’re exhausted. You’re going to collapse by yourself.” He turned on the shower and let the stream of water fall, waiting for it to turn hot.

”Okay, okay, doctor.” The smirk you got back confused you even more. Did he have a thing for being called ’doctor’? It wouldn’t suprise you, he was a mystery. But even him would surely have preferrences. Wait, why were you thinking about sex again?

You shook your head as you walked inside the bathroom, limping past Chishiya as he was making his way out again. Or so you thought. In the corner of your eye you saw him stretch, but it wasn’t until you turned around that you saw what he really was doing.

”Uhh, why are you taking your clothes off?” Your eyes widened as his hoodie hit the floor. He had no shame, appearantly getting naked with you without warning was completely normal in his world.

”I’m getting ready to help you when you realise that I was right. Don’t worry, I won’t join you until you ask me to. Which will be soon, so I’m preparing for that.”

You didn’t know if you should feel thankful or offended by what he said.

Chishiya however, smirked again, cocking an eyebrow at your dumbfounded look. He was enjoying this. While still looking at you he started to pull down his shorts. Your eyes were fixed on the pile of clothes he had created on the floor, which thankfully wasn’t added with more pieces since he decided to keep at least his boxers on. The daring look he had on his face when you turned your eyes back up was annoying. Did he like that you were looking at him? Not that you were looking at him like that anyway. You just wanted to take a shower. Or so you told yourself.

With his shirt and pants off he sat down on the toilet seat, turning around so that he had his back against you and the glass wall of the shower.

”Go ahead” he said, a hint of amusement hiding in his voice. ”I won’t look.”

”You better not” you huffed back at him, watching him carefully while you started to remove your own clothes, ripped apart and stained with blood. Instead of putting them in a pile you threw them straight into the trashcan. Once removed, you looked into the mirror over the sink and you almost gasped at how wounded you actually were. Cuts and bruises covered your arms, legs and back. Patches of your skin were stained red, even your face still had traces of blood left on it. You looked terrible.

Sighing, you stopped studiyng yourself and looked over your shoulder. Chishiya was still sitting with his back against you, shoulders rising and falling slow with every breath, the muscles of his back tensing when he moved. He looked soft. You wondered what he would look like wet.

No! This was not the right time to daydream about Chishiya and his pretty back, his blonde hair that fell in waves over his shoulders, those shoulders that probably would feel great to hold on to while your lips were… Oh, for fucks sake, just get in the shower y/n.

After disrupting yourself from your thoughts you made your way into the shower, closing your eyes as the water started cascading down your body. The glass wall seperating the shower and the rest of the room was conveniently half covered with frosted glass so that it covered most of your body, from your shoulders down to your knees, making you a bit less embarrassed over being naked in the same room as him. Being naked in front of someone when it wasn’t sexual wasn’t your idea of calming, and even though he had no shame, you still had. This was too intimate, too casual. But if it was what it took to take a shower then you’d do it. Even though you didn’t like to admit it you did trust Chishiya to treat you with decency and respect. He might be considered one of the people you shouldn’t trust in the borderlands, a bad person perhaps, but not bad enough to overstep someones boundaries like this.

”Let me know when you need me.” Chishiyas voice rang somewhere in the distance. Not even a ’if you need me’. He was too confident and it just made you even more stubborn. You were definitely able to take a shower by yourself, you were damned to not let him win this one, you told yourself while reaching for the soap. With unsteady hands (no, they absolutely weren’t unsteady because you were tired) you started to scrub the dirt off yourself, one part at a time. You hissed whenever you discovered a new wound you weren’t aware of and eventually the pain from it made you a bit dizzy. No, you could do this.

You clenched your jaw as you continued, slowly moving from head to toe, covering yourself with suds. Finally, everything you could see and feel was gone, so you let the stream of water fall over you once again, closing your eyes, enjoying the warmth that it gave. You felt your muscles relax, your breathing slowing down, your eyelids getting heavier…

”Chishiya…” you mumbled weakly, mad that he was right, again.

”I’m here.” A voice right behind you made you jump. You turned around and swung your fist towards him, ready to punch him out of pure panic, but he caught it before it landed on him. The borderlands had really done a number on you, you were constantly prepared for survival and appearantly even Chishiya was a victim of your anxiety. ”Calm down, it’s just me.”

”How long have you been standing there?!” You wobbled to the side as you tried to fight your bodys urge to fall onto the ground from the sudden movements. Chishiya steadied you by holding your upper arms, and helped you turn back around so that your back was facing him again.

”You moved slower and slower so I was ready when you called for me. I haven’t been standing here ogling.”

”So you have been watching me?” You didn’t even think about the fact that you probably flashed him completely just now. Well, if he saw something he didn’t care about it, which was comforting in this situation.

”Of course. I couldn’t see anything other than your head anyway. It wasn’t quite the show you think it was.” Chishiyas voice was dripping with amusement.

Once again, you didn’t know if you should be thankful or offended.

”Give me the schampoo bottle.” Chishiya asked, or rather commanded, reaching his arm out next to you so you could hand him the bottle. Once he got it you could hear him shake it before opening it and pouring out some of the liquid in his hand, followed by a low thump as he put it on the floor behind you.

Slender fingers moved over your hair, softly massaging it with his fingertips, giving you full body shivers from the way his fingers drew circles between the strands. It felt nice. Safe. You couldn’t help but to close your eyes again and just relish in the warmth radiating from his hands. He was so careful with how he touched you, slow and gentle while he worked his way through all of your hair.

A part of you wished that he would step closer so that you could feel the warmth from his body wrap around you, so that you could lean back and relax in his arms, just enjoying how your body would feel so at ease while being comforted, but you had no idea how to ask him for that without it sounding sexual.

”Shower head, please.”

You did as he asked and handed him the shower head, turning up the water pressure while doing so to make it easier for him to rinse.

”Close your eyes and bend your head backwards. Tell me if you feel dizzy.” Chishiya didn’t sound so stern this time. His words were soft and comforting, asking you to trust him. So you did.

He rinsed your hair in silence. One hand holding the shower head while the other one kept massaging your scalp, making sure to rinse out the schampoo properly. Even though you desperately tried to relax and just enjoy the feeling of being taken care of, you couldn’t stop your emotions from seeping back into your mind. Pictures of the game were flashing before your eyes. People screaming. Fighting. Lasers going off.

”Chishiya…” you whispered, no longer able to stop thinking about what had happend earlier.

”Mhmm..?”

”There was a child there tonight.”

He didn’t answer but you could feel the movements in his hands stiffen as he continued to rinse your scalp free from schampoo.

”I didn’t know that there were children here” you continued, trying to get the thoughts out of your head so you wouldn’t be tormented by them during the night. ”I thought maybe we were sent here to repent or something like that, that we were getting what we deserve. But why would a child deserve this? Even if we are all randomly sent here, without any reason behind why it’s us in particular, why would they choose a child?”

”…I don’t know.” He sounded emtpy when he answered, not that you were expecting his words to be comforting. They rarely were. There was a long pause before he spoke again. ”Did the child make it?”

”Yeah…” A shiver ran trough your body when Chishiya stopped rinsing your hair, already missing the heat from the water. Another thump came from the floor when he put the shower head down. ”Some of us worked together and protected him as much as we could.”

”Do you have conditioner?” he interrupted, sticking his hand out next to you so that you could hand it to him. You placed the bottle in his hand and watched him retrieve it. A click of the bottle cap was followed by another thump when he put it down on the ground. You wondered how many times he must’ve stared at your ass by now.

”Anyway,” you continued, shaking the image of him smirking at your butt away. ”That’s why I look like this. I took the hits for him.”

”That sounds like you.”

You hummed at his words. It was reassuring that you were considered to be a nice person, even in this hellscape.

Gentle fingers threaded through your hair again and you leaned into the touch. It went by faster this time since he didn’t need to scrub, although you wished he would keep doing this for hours. Every time he let go of you - this time to pick up the shower head again - the ache in your body took over, making you tremble ever so slightly even though the steam from the hot water was surrounding you. You were relieved when you felt the water against your back, contently closing your eyes and bending your head back into Chishiyas palm.

”I envy you sometimes.” Chishiya mumbled, so quiet that the sound of the water almost drowned it out.

”You do?”

”I wouldn’t have helped someone else if it meant that I would have to work for it, let alone get hurt from it.” Chishiya paused briefly, like he was choosing his words carefully. ”Especially not a stranger. You didn’t think twice about doing so.”

”I don’t believe that.” You cut him off before he got the chance to put himself down even more. ”You’re better than you think, Chishiya. Just look at what you’re doing for me right now.”

”I’m washing your hair, I’m not saving you from dying.” You could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

”You don’t have to save me from death to help me. This is helping me. Besides, from the sound of your attempts to stop me from showering, I could die in here if you didn’t help me.”

”Maybe I just wanted to see you naked” Chishiya joked with such a monotone voice that anyone else would think he was serious, but you knew better. Well, if he was serious he had gotten his wish - paired with a fist coming at his face.

”Right” you snorted, too tired to laugh. A blush still crept over your cheeks, imagining his eyes on you in that way. ”Keep telling yourself that if that makes you feel better.”

”There” Chishiya ignored your answer and handed you the shower head. Cold air rushed to your skin as the water left it, leaving you almost begging for him to continue. Would it be so bad if you did?

”You can turn off the water now. I’ll get you some towels. Stay there.”

With a pout you put the shower head back into it’s place and turned off the water. Behind you, you could hear how Chishiya was gathering towels from a drawer, his footsteps making their way back over the tiled floor that would be cold and uninviting for your own feet in a second.

”Lift your arms a little.” You did as he asked and lift your arms halfway up, stopping waist high, only to see Chishiyas arms poking out from under them, holding up a towel that you thankfully grabbed a hold on and quickly wrapped around yourself to try to regain some of the warmth that the shower had given you.

”You’re safe to turn around now.”

”Thank you” you quitly replied as you gently spun around, just to be met by a still undressed Chishiya with his own towel hanging around his neck and a soft expression on his face. If you didn’t know better you would think that he was worried about you.

A smaller towel was in one of his hands - which soon landed on your head, covering your face at the same time. Your sour expression that was revealed as you peeled it off made him grin.

”Do you want help to dry it?” He asked, eyes shiny from amusement, and watched as you stubbornly started to squeeze the ends of your hair, too tired to lift your arms up and dry it completely.

”No, I’ll just put the towel over the pillow when I sleep. It’s fine” you replied, following his example and put your own towel over your shoulders. The chill in the air was starting to really get to you, and you decided that you couldn’t get to the bed fast enough. Just thinking about laying down, surrounded by warm covers, maybe even a pair of socks on your feet at first, burying your head on the pillow…

”The wounds on your back looked fine but I still need to cover some of them with bandaids. I need to examine your front too. Let me know when you’ve covered up so that I can check your arms, legs and stomach.”

Ugh, why did he have to interupt your dream about your bed with another naked request? You just wanted to sleep.

”I’m sure I’ll be fine Chishiya” you groaned back at him, slowly (and unsteadily) making your way past him and towards the bed. You could see the light at the end of the tunnel, just a few more steps and you’d reach the doorhandle, that doorhandle that would open the gate and lead you straight towards the nice, warm, fluffy….

You groaned even louder when you felt a hand grip your arm, stopping your weak attempt to get out of the bathroom and keeping you still while Chishiya made his way around you so that he was facing you again. That calm face was back and you didn’t like it.

”Please, Chishiya, just let me sleep” you pleaded but to no avail.

”Come here.” You had no choice but to move after him, not being strong enough to even attempt to break loose from his grip on your arm, that was keeping you somewhat steady as you plopped one foot in front of the other until you reached the end of the bathroom. Then - lo and behold - Chishiya opened the door and led you out into the hotel room, making your way straight towards the bed. Right as he reached the foot of the bed he stopped and slowly turned the two of you around in a circle so that your back was now facing the bed, and then pushed you back so that you fell down on the soft duvet cover with a yelp. It felt like heaven to finally lay down, like a cloud was enveloping you and taking you with it to the land of dreams.

”Where are your underwear?” Chishiya once again interrupted your inner monolouge.

”Why? Wanna see them so badly even though you’ve already seen me naked?” You rolled your eyes and leaned your head to the side so that you could watch him dig around in a dresser until he grabbed the first, best pair of panties he could find and threw them at you.

”Put them on please, unless you want me to examine you naked. I’m fine with either way.”

You just huffed at him, secretly liking the playful look he was giving you. When he turned his back to you, you managed to shuffle around and get your panties on, just to let your legs fall back down onto the bed with a loud thump. God, you were exhausted.

”I’m done, doctor.” Once again, he reacted with a grin and you were now positive that he had some wierd doctor patient kink and that you were so going to make him confess that. A mission for another day.

Chishiya sat down next to your legs and reached over them to pick up a first aid kit you didn’t even know was laying next to you. Was he a wizard too?

You kept still, listening to the opening of packets, a liquid poured onto what you imagined was a cotton ball, and then your own hiss as he touched the first wound on your leg. It wasn’t the liquid that hurt, it was just the tender touch from the gauze he dabbed against your skin that hurt enough to make you wince. He must have started on a bad one.

”Try to keep still” he murmured gently, sounding like he was completely occupied with his task of tormenting you just a bit more before letting you sleep.

You stayed as still as you could, trying to concentrate on his hands and fingers working their way over your legs, dabbing it with the liquid, letting it dry, then putting a compress and some adhesive tape over it like a home made band aid. His touch was so gentle that it was barely there.

Your eyelids turned heavier with every touch of his fingertips and even though your wounds were stinging, his warm skin eased the pain afterwards and comforted you without knowing so. Before falling asleep you murmured a ”thank you.”

The last thing you remembered was the feeling of being enveloped in something warm, probably the cover that wasn’t underneath you and a soft whisper.

”You’re welcome.”

#my writing #chishiya #chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x reader #chishiya x y/n #aib chishiya #shuntaro chishiya #chishiya x fem!reader #chishiya imagine #shuntaro chishiya x reader #chishiya fanfic

[daydreamshenanigans]

Theory crafting time, I’m not sure if this will gain much traction. Mostly crack theory. Spoilers for Jujutsu Kaisen. Sorry if there is formatting issues, I’m on mobile.

So, I’ve got this weird little theory in my head after taking a break from JJK to watch The Apothecary Diaries. It’s another great show but it got me thinking about Sukuna’s origins so I began speculating. What if Sukuna was born in a brothel?

What if a Jujutsu Sorcerer ended up spending the night with a courtesan? And said courtesan got pregnant? Again, this is all crack theory, but I like to think that Sukuna is the product of a one night stand sorta situation. The Sorcerer wanting nothing to do with the child or courtesan and the courtesan still wanting to keep the baby, or rather, babies. Maybe the courtesan was punished for her pregnancy and given less to eat, forcing Sukuna to devour his brother in the womb for strength. And when he was born, he was born in his OG form, like a conjoined twin situation. Or maybe he was malformed from a failed abortion… Maybe Sukuna’s mother grew to resent him for what he was, turning her back on him. There is also the potential that the brothel would also reject him for his looks, abuse him even…

It would make sense as to why Sukuna is all about going after the women and children, why he wears a woman’s kimono, perhaps why he shows human connection through fighting and violence. Could also help to explain his more cultured side as well.

Women and children he goes after in particular, outside of just being weak, but also because he sees little value in them from growing up in a place where women were a commodity and children were a burden.

He wears a women’s kimono with the wider sleeves for his arms, yes, but also maybe it’s just him trying to mimic those around him. Be beautiful like a Courtesan.

Him showing connection through aggression and violence is what he may have grown up learning. That hurting others and fighting was a twisted form of “love”, because it is all he ever knew so to speak. He struggles with any other display of affection or “love”, because it challenges what he believes to be true. It denies that the abuse he suffered was love, if that makes sense.

As for his more cultured side, Sukuna is a regal guy, with some class. He’s got a bit of poetry to him, he dresses nicely for what he likes to do, and he is pretty big on food as well. I don’t know, it just seems like something he might have learned early on in a brothel.

In conclusion, maybe Sukuna grew up in a brothel. That’s just my take, feel free to correct me if I’m wrong. I am writing this pretty late at night but this is just my theory on it.

#relatable #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #jjk spoilers #theory talk #my theory #jjk manga spoilers #jujutsu kaisen leaks #crack theory #I just wanted to contribute something. this theory has likely been made plenty of times

[auromelt]

what do you think amazaki’s relationship would be like after the events of the movie (both platonically/romantically) and do you have headcanons? i’d love to hear them

sooooo excited to answer this!! i’m doing this on mobile so the formatting will probably be shit but my laptop is being serviced at the moment so well… and i’m really happy you differentiated platonic and romantic szam because i have different thoughts for both sides! i’m also gonna be using their first names because they feel like family to me today. anyways this post is long so…

generally i think they’re not getting any less toxic with each other lol. in the movie, kohei gave me the vibe of someone who’s been betrayed and used for his money by people he cared about or maybe considered his friends in the years he spent without ryo, which resulted in him becoming mistrustful of people and sealing himself away from creating bonds (which is preposterous to people like fujio because hello? this whole series is about forming bonds. get it together kohei!). so while kohei is doing his whole isolation from humanity bit, ryo enters as someone he used to know and used to know him. but that him is dead now, right? kohei isn’t the same as he was when they were 8 and ryo was his friend who shared promises and sodas with him. that kohei is sooooo dead. except he’s not. and ryo’s devotion and mental illness managed to wake that side of him back up from its slumber. this sets the scene for ryo being something like an exception to kohei, because ryo genuinely cares about him beyond his name and the depths of his pockets, he’s a person from a simpler time in kohei’s life, and despite everything kohei has said, he still harbours affection for that boy. and now ryo is crying like a baby on the floor in front of everyone they somewhat know after losing the goddamn fight and getting stabbed, and kohei isn’t even really angry. (did ryo ever get his hand stitched up btw? go to the hospital bruh)

now i have two ways this next part can go. let’s start with the idea that they actually do end up staying with each other and then my second idea that they don’t

onto present day, let’s talk about what i think about their relationship post movie, after crying on the floor like a baby, ryo makes up with kohei and they somewhat restore their friendship. but like i said earlier, ryo is an exception to his wah wah i hate people and friends are a waste of time schtick. plus he beat up or bribed almost everyone in the cast so nobody would even want to be his friend anyway? so basically ryo is his only friend and because of ryo’s nature, kohei is also his only friend, not because ryo can’t make other friends, i envision him as being quite popular actually with his strength and his awkward babygirlness that has charmed the masses, anyways its not because theres a shortage of people who want to be friends with ryo but rather there’s a shortage of people who ryo wants to be friends with (he’s got a list and it’s just kohei’s name on a sheet of paper). anyways, as i was saying ryo is literally all kohei has at this point, and stupid saboten but nobody wants to be friends w him, so hes probably really insecure and possessive over ryo. ryo could leave him at any moment (he wouldn’t. they’re for lifers in ryo’s head) and kohei can’t have that happening, not when ryo is basically the only person on earth who loves him and who he cares about at all. that’s his tether to his humanity. he needs ryo with him no matter what. and because ryo is mentally ill and has attachment issues, he indulges and fuels kohei’s possessiveness and allows it to grow and grow until their worlds literally just center each other.

like i’m sorry but i can’t see their relationship ever being healthy. this is batshit insane amagai kohei and devoted guard dog suzaki ryo we’re talking about.

in my second scenario, they split. kohei is actually kinda pissed about what ryo did in the final arc and drops his ass. he learns absolutely nothing in the fight. of course, this is kinda disputed by the final scene where he calls ryo his friend and they’re still clearly together. though in my head, as a suzaki ryo worshipper, i think it might actually be possible for him to break the chain and get out of his terrible situation. as much as i like my szam, they’re awful for each other and it’s far more detrimental to ryo than it is for kohei, they have an awful power imbalance and kohei didn’t treat ryo well. of course, kohei is mid without ryo’s aid, in a fight against a badly injured tsukasa he almost died real bad, so i doubt he’d let the only person who still ate from his hand after oya n the others cornered them in the gym go. ryo would probably be punished for losing and ryo, being ryo, would take it quietly and suffer for the rest of his life.

isn’t that depressing.

ANYWAYS with all that out of the way, let’s dive into my headcanons. i’ll start with the romantic ones because i love my doomed yaoi like that and then write a list of stuff that can be either romantic or platonic because i believe you can’t actually have a romantic relationship without a platonic one.

romantic szam (some 🔞)

kohei is a proud lover. everytime he speaks to someone about ryo he refers to him as my boyfriend, my lover, etc. ryo is wayyyy more reserved than that and barely talks to people, so you’ll have to glean how much he likes kohei from his body language

kohei is jealous as fuck their relationship is like the “you’re the most jealous man i know” “you know other men?” post (y’all watch cherry magic) his stomach starts hurting when ryo so much as looks at another person. ryo could beat a guy up and he’d be like “you should’ve touched him less while punching him.”

kohei says i love you first and ryo cries. ryo is too awkward to say it even though he’s basically been in love with kohei for a whole decade now. talk about slow burn. kohei gets embarrassed when ryo cries and leaves the room awkwardly.

power bottom kohei. what can i say. what can i say. what can i say. (ryo definitely cries during the first 5 times too)

ryo is dense as hell. kohei could be hinting at wanting to go somewhere on a date or do something together and ryo wouldn’t get it unless kohei is literally shouting it into his face. and secretly ryo likes the way kohei’s face gets all blushy and embarrassed when he’s yelling at him.

there is something wrong with them and nobody ever understands how they work or are together at all and kohei hates the doubt and judgement but ryo’s kinda just like eh… idgaf.

i mentioned earlier that i see kohei as pretty insecure, man. if he could leash ryo and keep him with him forever and ever he absolutely would. but unfortunately ryo has this thing called “a life” and he has to “live it” so they can’t always be togther. kohei is well aware that he’s treated ryo like crap and that ryo could very easily just find someone else and leave (no he couldn’t that boy stockholmed himself) and nooooo way. he spends all his time apart from ryo thinking about how ryo could be meting someone better than him rn. of course, ryo doesn’t want or care about anyone else.

okayyy when they start dating, oya definitely hears about it from jamuo and tsukasa’s kinda grossed out by it but at the same time it makes sense.

kohei’s family obviously disapproves of whatever they got going on but that’s a problem for future kohei

platonic szam (could be romantic)

they’re on first name basis, and outside his family, ryo is the only one who is allowed to call him kohei (and meeee :3)

i like to imagine kohei keeps an extra set of everything at his house for ryo’s usage. a towel, a toothbrush, a pillow, etc. only ryo can use these things, and only ryo stays over anyway. the amagai house is probably creepy as shit.

anything ryo wants, if it’s in kohei’s power, ryo will get. kohei doesn’t know how to be normal about showering his only friend with gifts and doing things for him. of course, ryo is a very simple guy and doesn’t actually ever ask for anything.

ryo likes tacky cheap items like ugly t-shirts and $1 socks and kohei obviously only wears branded shit bc he’s. well he’s kohei. but when they walk past a store selling those irritating matching friendship/couple shirts he drags ryo in and buys a set for them and then spends the whole trip back complaining about how itchy the material is and that he “can’t believe you convinced me to buy this ugly ass shit”

kohei tries really hard to make up for the shit he put ryo through even though ryo is absolutely nonchalant about it like “kocchan it doesn’t matter?” but kohei is like NO. I WILL MAKE IT UP TO YOU. and then he doesn’t and the cycle repeats

anyways thanks for reading if anyone even made it this far 🤠 resident amazaki shipper OUT.

#🦙 anons #high & low #high&low #suzaki ryo #high & low the worst x #high&low the worst x #amagai kohei #amazaki #suzaama

[leggerefiore]

I Hope You Like poorly worded angst! Also, this was all done in mobile, I’m super sorry if anything is formatted strangely or misspelled.

Imagine you and your fiancé Ingo fall into Hisui together.

Sort of.

Because Arceus has deemed you the favorite faller, Ingo is dropped and becomes a part of Pearl Clan as the game normally dictates. A few years down the road, you find yourself on Prelude Beach with your memories intact.

You start working for the Galaxy Team, making strides and building a powerful team as soon as possible. But you remember all the advantages and technology the future held; the trainers, the beauty contests, the bonds people and Pokémon shared. You recalled these memories openly at the beginning, but once other members started calling you crazy, you decided it was best to keep mum.

The rumors about how Galaxy Team’s newest recruit is an loon quickly spread, but because you have already built a formidable Pokémon team and solved several issues Jubilife Village was plagued with for the longest time, your positives outweighed any negatives.

The whispers and pointing were inescapable, you found peace in working on the Pokédex and letting Professor Laventon do the talking.

He asked about the ring on your finger, you tell him it is from a dear friend you are looking for.

And then one day, your friend knocks on your door, and you are speechless. He looks worn and tired but it is Ingo! Alive! You find your voice and practically launch yourself at the man, he catches you with the most bewildered look his hard face will muster and holds you out at arms length.

You must be mistaken, this is Warden Ingo of Pearl Clan. Not this Subway Boss Ingo, you have the wrong guy.

Your heart drops to a cold place. Leader Irida introduces you two properly, you apologize for the misunderstanding and he forgives you. You see he no longer has his ring.

You give a small smile but excuse yourself to prepare for the next mission. Behind the closed door of your home, you break.

But the game goes on! You have to quell the frenzied noble, and Ingo leads you up the mountain. Maybe Jubilife Village thought you crazy, but he is also from the future. Maybe if you can just jog his memory a little, he’ll remember everything! Unova, his twin, the subway line, you! This nightmare can be over and you two can work together to get back home!

Your plan hit a snag when you see a familiar glint in a torch hold. Ingo’s ring, smashed and used to keep the hold in place. He stops reminiscing of muddled memories and watches you in utter confusion as you rip the unsteady hunk of metal down and retrieve the item. You see that Ingo looks unnerved at your actions; you apologize for your second outburst but you fear he might leave you if you keep acting crazy.

Dutifully, Ingo gets back on track up the mountain. Fighting back tears you listen to him and mentally connect the dots, and as gently as you could with the time you had together, offered hints and tidbits so he may do the same.

A man that looked like him? Could that have been a twin? A Pokémon that wielded flames with mastery, maybe like your Typhlosion! Oh wait Hidden Moves? You know what those are!

Once you defeat him in your battle, and see a spark in his eye, you feel as though you might have made a break through with him! Was that recollection? Did he remember you?

Your over eagerness betrays you, his face drops into concern and now he is the one apologizing, “I’m sorry, but your comments .. Do not sit right with me. I know you mean well enough..”

He doesn’t remember you.

Ingo finishes up his duty to bring you up the mountain in distant silence and then quickly excused himself, clearly weirded out by what you had said to him.

And all you can do is look at the flatted ring and remember what he can not.

You dedicate all your time and energy into what Arceus promised you. ‘Seek out all Pokemon, and thou shalt find me once more’. Surely it can fix this problem. You plunge yourself into saving the land of Hisui at all costs, and a mantra begins to march strong in your brain.

Every strained muscle, every callous, every cut, bruise, and scar, it was to get to the God of all Pokémon so you can ask to go back home and bring everything back to normalcy. You have Pokémon and friends who no doubt miss you, you had a life put on hold that you had to get back to.

When you fixed Ingo’s ring back into something that vaguely resembled a circle, you put it on a necklace with it’s twin, and stay out of the Warden’s way to save him peace of mind.

And the game still goes on! You quell the remaining noble and for your troubles, you are banished from the village you worked so hard to protect. A break from the rumors of the ‘strange crackpot outsider’ but the real work begins while searching for the Lake Trio and obtaining the red chain.

Not even Palkia and Dialga could keep you from your goal.

The months or maybe even years are hard, but you have your new Pokémon team, Professor Laventon and Rei to keep you sane. You stay quiet in public but you have hope and new friends.

And then Volo leads you on the quest to retrieve every elemental plate, and reveals that he was behind everything. The frenzied nobles, the space time rifts, Giratina’s appearance, all of it.

Incensed by this news, you lead a Pokémon battle that even in his wildest dreams Volo could have never hoped to win. Your bond with your team has them feeling just as enraged as you are. Giratina’s second form falls not long after the battle ends.

But it is not without flight.

As you make your way to confront Volo, the renegade Pokémon lashes out in escape, it’s claw burying itself deep in your front. Before the pain hits you, you see your necklace snapped. You see your ring next to Ingo’s, now cracked and broken as well.

Before you hear calls of your name, you gather the damaged rings and let the dark swarm and swallow you up.

When you finally, finally come too, you are in a completely unfamiliar place. There is a beeping at your side from some kind of machine, and the lights buzz over ahead while someone in a white coat talks to you about how you were found.

Shows you your new facial and chest wounds and scars, and how to treat them.

The nurses allow visitors and you are surprised you have any; a fashionable young woman and two similarly looking men come in. As the group gently talk and try to bring you out of your shell, you see one of the men is holding the misshapen rings and your eyes go wide.

You lunge and plead for him to give those back.

You have no idea why, you can’t explain it, but you need to keep those safe. They are so important, please just give them back!!

The stoic looking man finally breaks at your words.

You don’t remember him.

can the egg boy quit causing problems for one minute lol

really nice read though!!!

also ingo was devastated when he remembered everything and realised he used his wedding band in such a way. the malewife won't forgive himself.

#ingo.ima #long post

[heretic-altias]

FFXIVWrite Day 25 - Call It A Day

I have committed the greatest irony and pulled and all nighter writing this. I wish I was joking. Anyway have why Altais can’t sleep lol. Also for that same reason I’m posting from mobile today so sorry if any formatting gets weird.

Don’t know my characters? Here’s a basic breakdown to help you out!

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Altais had a bad habit. That in itself was relatively normal, who didn’t have at least one?

Hers was simply that she’d work rather than sleep. She would often build and test weapons straight through the night. Or just practice her battle moves. Really just about anything to occupy herself.

When pressed on why she did this, she’d give all sorts of reasons from thinking she was nearly done to just losing track of time.

The real answer? Something she had learned long ago to never express, to never even believe.

She was a coward.

The mind was quick to wander in dreams, and hers had far too much blood to wade through. Go back far enough, and some of it was probably innocent. Spilled solely because of her own distrust. It was easier not to go there. Easier to pretend she could forget.

Once she wouldn’t have even realized how many wrongs she’d committed.She had learned many things over her time with Solar, the foremost thing being that her view of the world, of morals, of people, of everything really was skewed.

And when it came to reflecting on her actions with this new perspective, she was in fact a coward. Even if she wouldn’t let herself think it.

She wasn’t running from the nightmares. Just getting other stuff done. She would believe that no matter what it took.

Unfortunately, the human body didn’t really support this. At some point Altais would pass out. Almost always in her reading loft rather than her actual bed, claimed by exhaustion during research.

And then her mind would show her fire and blood and death until she woke up hyperventilating as if someone had actually stabbed her.

Not that it was all that different from her life she figured.

But she also couldn’t make it stop. A part of her accepted this was just some kind of trauma. But what was the trauma source? Her entire life?

She wasn’t someone who had one issue they needed to process. She was the issue, everything about her life had been a game of life and death since she was born. As far as she knew, there simply was no ‘working through’ your entire life. She was what it has made her, for better or worse.

Eventually maybe she’d understand how to approach it all and rest a little more easily. But for now, she had other things to be doing. The future was more important than the past and she was trying to be prepared for it.

So while everyone else called it a day, she’d keep building, testing, and training under the stars. For now, it was simply her only way forward.

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ffxivwrite2023

[masterjedilenawrites]

Hi! so I have some questions based on operating a blog (i’m new and i have no clue what to do… sorry)

what would you recommend putting on a pinned post? how do you put links of other posts (like stories/hcs/etc) onto another post like for a master list? when you start a post for hcs/oneshots do you do it in drafts or on another app and copy and paste it? i’m sorry if this is a lot to ask :,)

Also! i love your blog sm! your writing is so good!!

Hello there! No apologies necessary! Happy to answer any and all questions about this sort of thing 🙂

I'll answer your questions in reverse order. So, starting with drafting posts... I personally have always used Word or Pages when I write (and I was cool with using Google Docs in college as well). And honestly, I would recommend others do the same, mainly to avoid issues with Tumblr drafts not always saving properly. There is no worse feeling than losing all your hard work and not being able to recover it! Tumblr's post editor is just, not the greatest, to put it politely. It's glitchy, difficult to format certain things, and way too easy to mess something up or accidentally delete it altogether. For peace of mind, draft your stuff in a more reliable app and then copy over when you're ready to actually post.

Links... The one thing I'll say in Tumblr's defense is it does have a fairly easy way to link to other posts.* You don't need to know html or coding or anything. I'll explain as a step-by-step:

Copy the url of the post you want to link to. Best way is to click the three dots in the top right corner of the post and then "Copy Link." You can do this part on mobile or a web browser.

Create or edit the post you want to contain the link. Highlight the words you want (ex: Read here!) and a little bar of options will pop up (below the color options on mobile, above the highlighted words on the web). Click the symbol that looks like a chain, then paste the url you previously copied into the designated area. That's it!

For a post with multiple links (like a masterlist), you need to do it on a web browser. Keep the post you're creating up on one browser tab, and then open additional tabs to grab the links to your other posts for copying.

And then one note of caution (because even though it's easy, it's not perfect lol): If you edit a post with links it in, like changing the wording or moving things around, the links will sometimes "break." So I usually open two tabs, one with the post in its original format, and one where I'm editing it, and I can grab from the original if I accidentally mess it up.

*These instructions are for adding links in a post. If you want to set up links in your blog's bio/description section (like in mine), then you do need to use some basic html codes. I referenced this post when I set mine up.

And then finally, pinned posts... this is really up to you. Personally, I think you can't go wrong with some kind of a masterlist, or a "welcome" type post that includes a link to a masterlist. As a reader, whenever I find a new writer I like, I want to be able to see their bibliography, to see a list of all the other stories and things they've created. It helps me get to know them, their style, their fandom preferences, etc. And if I ever lose it or want to go back to it later, it's easy enough to just pull up their blog without having to scroll or search their whole posting history.

But it really depends on what you want visitors to your blog (and yourself!) to see first. Is there an issue/take/sentiment you're especially passionate about? Pin it. Are you running some kind of a game or focusing your writing on a particular prompt list? Pin it. Is there one story you are really proud of? Pin it. And the best part, you can change your mind and pin something else later. I currently have pinned an "I'm back!" post after I went MIA for a bit last year, because idk, I figured that was important for people to see. But I'm probably going to change it back to my masterlist now that it's been a while and I miss seeing that dumb meme I edited for it 😂

I hope I answered your questions and explained everything well! Again, happy to answer anything along these lines! I know starting out can be overwhelming, but a lot of it becomes second nature the more you play around and take note of what other blogs are doing. Then your focus can be on just having fun with your writing!

#also...welcome anon! #good luck on your blog! #writing #blogging #tumblring #advice #drafts #links #posts #pins

[superbabetotherescue]

Caffeinated- Tim Drake x Reader Drabble

Word Count: 764

Summary: You make a bet with Tim. It does not go the way you planned

Warnings: none really, mentions of blood and violence but in a lighthearted way, probably cursing, Very Grumpy Tim, lowkey a crackfic lmao

A/N: I’m not even a huge Tim gal but I wrote this a while back and for some reason I think it’s very funny

It was just a bet.

A simple bet.

But Tim was dying.

“I bet,” You had said to him, smiling sweetly over the top of your herbal tea, “I bet that you can’t go a full week without caffeine.”

Tim scoffed, “Of course I can. I’m a superhero, I’m a genius, I’m one of the honored sons of Bruce Wayne. I can do anything.”

The bet was made on Monday morning, while you two were eating breakfast at the Manor.

Now it was Thursday afternoon.

Your phone rang, Tim calling, and you answered with a grin, “Hey, Timmy how are you-” A brusque voice interrupted you, “Y/N, it’s Bruce. I need you to call off the bet.”

“What?” Why the hell was Bruce Wayne calling you from Tim’s phone?

He sighed, “Just come over to the house and see him.”

And then he hung up.

Okay, weird.

You stared at your phone for a moment, open to your homescreen. It was nothing complicated, a silly selfie that Tim had taken on your phone last winter, his face covered in whipped cream from the hot chocolate you two had shared.

Well, if Bruce said to be there, you were gonna be there.

When you walked into the house, your first thought was that the energy was strange.

You couldn’t quite tell what was happening, it was just… wrong.

“Hey, guys, what’s up?” You called out.

Damian was the first person you saw, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, “Ah, Y/N. Welcome. You made it quiet here for once. I’m impressed.”

“What?”

Before Damian could say anything, Dick walked in as well, frowning, “You broke Tim.”

“What?”

“Ah, Miss Y/N,” Alfred was next, his jacket off and his shirt splattered with what appeared to be blood, “Master Wayne will be delighted that you’re here.”

“Alfred, are you okay?” You looked at the blood carefully, “Where’s Tim? Where’s Bruce?”

“Father is with Jason,” Damian stated matter-of-factly, “And Alfred is fine. He’s the one that reset Jason’s nose.”

Frowning, you turned back to Damian and Dick, “What happened to Jason’s nose?”

Dick raised his eyebrows up, “Tim broke it.”

“What?”

“He said I was too loud, and he very much broke it,” Jason said, his voice uncharacteristically nasally, Bruce with him, “And it’s your fault, Y/N. Although I am impressed that you’re the one who finally broke his spirit. I figured it would be me. Maybe Damian, on a good day. But his girlfriend completely destroyed him? That’s hardcore.”

“I...What?”

Sighing, Bruce patted Jason on the shoulder and beckoned him to sit down, “Don’t listen to them. They’re right, of course, but don’t listen to them. Just go up to Tim’s room, and be quiet,” You nodded, but he paused you, “Oh, and take these.”

Accepting the package from Bruce, you didn’t even bother to look at what it was.

Waving quickly and uncomfortably to everyone in the room, you hurried off to see Tim.

When you reached his room you hesitated, wondering if you should knock. Bruce’s warning rang in your mind, and you skipped it to try and stay quiet. You opened up slowly, wondering what this was all about, and saw a large mound of blankets in the middle of Tim’s bed, and almost screamed when the pile moved.

Was he… in there?

“Tim?” You asked.

“What the hell do you want?” Tim snapped, slightly muffled through the thick layer of blankets, “Life is a prison of pain and there’s no point for any of us to even exist and if whoever is talking doesn’t shut the hell up I’m going to break more than just their nose.”

What the hell is happening?

“Babe, you’re the one talking,” You sat on the bed, stroking a hand over his back through his covers.

“Oh,” He sighed deeply, his hand poking out and finding yours, holding tightly, “Y/N?”

“Yes, Tim?”

“I don’t think I can go a week without caffeine.”

“God,” You shook your head, “I just wanted you to drink some chamomile tea with me, not to fall into an abyss of caffeine headache and break your brother’s nose and lose all sense of self. Of course you can’t go a week without caffeine. Forget the bet, okay? Just be yourself.”

“Okay,” He murmured feebly, “Now, with all the love in my heart, can you please shut the hell up?”

Smiling, you finally looked at the bag in your hand and gave it to him silently, “Of course, Timmy. Now, eat these chocolate covered espresso beans and be yourself again, please.”

“Oh thank god.”

#Also I’m on mobile so sorry for any formatting issues #Super Babe Original Content #super babe: fanfic #Dc #dc comics #dcu #dc fan fiction #Batfamily fanfic #Tim drake #Tim drake x reader #fluff #Actually for Tim it’s probably all #Angst #Red Robin #not the restaurant #Batfam #batfamily x reader #Batboys #Tim drake Drabble #Can’t believe this is the first fanfic I’m posting on this blog it’s literally so dumb #But I love it for some reason anyway #Idk #just #Enjoy #obligatory apologies for my horrible tagging skills

[notjohnlegere]

Alright, so this was inspired by "Caught in the act" part 1. So when the reader starts laughing after caching him in the act, he gets insecure and was thinking if she found him little. I honestly found it hilarious. But now I have an idea from it 😅

Could you do one where Timmy ACTUALLY has a small dick? I don't think I've ever read it anywhere or in any other fandom and I'm quite curious as to how it would turn out. He's very insecure about it so he was delaying intimacy whenever they got close. This time, they where very close but timmy pulls away before things got serious and the OC gets really insecure, thinks he doesn't like her that way (maybe close to tears?) And Timmy feels v guilty and tells her it's not that and then let's her have her way with him. But when she pulls his pants off..... the rest is in your hands if you decide to do this request

PS. I want this to be angsty but also fluffy??? So when she does see it, she's going be surprised and he's gonna take it as a bad sign and dot dot dot happens, she tells him she loves him no matter what and then smut pls?

Good luck ❤

This request was so fun to write. What a unique perspective and a very realistic issue. I’ve never seen a fanfic like this before. I hope I was able to do this idea justice!

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Just The Way You Are

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Just The Way You Are

Timothée Chalamet x Reader

timmy is embarrassed about his size and keeps putting off having sex with reader. she changes his mind and shows him he’s perfect how he is.

*obligatory mobile formatting apology*

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Nine months. You had been with your boyfriend nine months. And where you were thankful for every moment, this was getting old. You loved him with your entire being, you knew that. And you would never do or say anything that would hurt him. But the fact you had been together for this long and hadn’t had sex yet, it was frustrating.

You wouldn’t push him, you would never try and pressure him into something he didn’t want. But you felt like you were being constantly teased. So close every single time, only to have him stop you and say “maybe next time” in a quiet voice. It was never next time. You felt bad for feeling the way you did, you didn’t want your entire relationship to be about sex. It wasn’t about sex at all, in fact. But everyone needs relief now and again. And you were to the point you didn’t know how much longer you could wait. You wanted to love him physically so badly. You wish you understood why he wouldn’t let you.

It wasn’t because he was a virgin. You knew he had had sex before. So what was it? The only conclusion you could come up with is that you were the problem. You just wished you knew what you were doing wrong. You had tried everything. Being gentle, being rough, going fast, going slow, talking, staying quiet, nothing worked. It all ended the same way. Maybe next time.

You thought maybe tonight would finally be the night. You were in his lap, kissing him fiercely, his tongue was in your mouth, moans being swapped between the two of you. You moved your hips and started to grind down against him, but that’s when he pulled away.

“Maybe-“

“Next time?” You finished the sentence for him and got off of his lap. “When the hell is next time?” You came off more frustrated than you intended to.

“I’m sorry...” He said your name in a mumble.

“What is it, Timothée?” He knew you were serious when you said his full name instead of just Timmy. “Is it me? Do you not want me like that? I won’t be mad, just tell me.”

“No, it’s not that.”

“Then what is it?” You felt hot tears prick at your eyes. “Why don’t you want me? You wanted other girls before me, why not me? I’m your girlfriend, we’ve been together for almost a year!” He looked terrified.

“No!” He defended. “No, no, please don’t think that. It’s not you, baby. I promise. I love you.”

“Then why can’t you let me love you back?”

There was a long moment of silence. You could tell he was pondering with the idea.

“I don’t know.” He mumbled. “I’m shy.”

“Timmy.” Your voice softened, watching your shy boy right before your eyes. “What are you shy about? It’s me.”

He seemed to feel a bit better to your words, but you could tell something was still lingering on his mind.

“Love me?” He asked you, voice barely above a whisper.

“I want nothing more than to love you, baby.” You said. Your lips connected with his once again.

Fumbling around with your kiss for a moment, you dropped yourself off of the couch and sat on your knees in front of him.

“Oh.” He said. His eyes were wide and his breathing escalated. You wrongfully saw this as arousal, rather than nervousness.

“Mmm.” You hummed, reaching up and undoing his pants. He was so stiff. “Don’t be nervous, baby, I got you.”

And that’s when you saw it. You momentarily paused, and that sent him into a panic.

“See! That’s why!” He shrieked and quickly covered himself with a throw pillow from the couch. He was so red in the face, and you couldn’t tell if it was from humiliation or anger. His eyes were full of tears.

“Timmy-“

“No! Don’t Timmy me! I tried to tell you-“

“Timothée!” You all but shouted. He got quiet. “Timmy, please. Let me see.”

“No.” He gripped the throw pillow tighter. You thought he might die. “You paused. You were shocked. You know I can’t satisfy you.”

“Timmy stop.” You fussed. “Let me see.”

Hesitantly, he moved the pillow.

You gently ran your fingers along his thighs, softly kissing the milky flesh of his hips. Sure, he was not as well endowed as you had once thought. But that didn’t matter to you. You just wanted to love him.

“There is nothing wrong with you.” You mumbled, nudging your nose into his stomach. This tickled a giggle from him. His hands found themselves in your hair.

“You don’t think I’m-“

“No.” You were insistent. You were sure. “I don’t think you’re anything less than perfect.”

You stood and took his hand in yours, encouraging him to follow you. He obliged, and you lead him to the bedroom. Hands on skin, lips on lips, clothing hitting the floor. It took no time until you were on your back, him hovering above you. He was shaking.

“Baby.” You breathed, your hands running across his jawline. “Please don’t be nervous.”

“I can’t help it.” He winced to your touch on his face. “I’m never gonna be able to satisfy you.”

“Don’t say that.” You stared directly into his gorgeous green eyes. “Don’t you love me?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then that’s enough to satisfy.” You cut him off before he could respond with a kiss. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you tugged him forward, encouraging him to continue.

Unsurely, he pushed into you. And it was like heaven.

“Oh my god.” You cried out, a bit in surprise yourself. He looked mortified.

“What? What is it?” His eyes searched your face desperately.

“That’s... so.. good.” You said between your soft pants. A bolt of confidence struck his spine, and he slowly began to move his hips.

The way he filled you, the way he hit every little spot inside of you, it was magic. He was made for you, his body fit with yours like he was the piece you had been missing all this time. And his size had nothing to do with it. His size was perfect. He fit everywhere he needed to, and no more.

“Is it really?” A bit of unsureness danced on his lips. You responded with a loud moan and a slight arch of your back.

“Yes, oh fuck yes it’s good.” You babbled. Your hands found their way into his hair.

“Y-you feel so good too.” He said with strain, in between moans of his own.

“Oh shit!” You involuntarily cried and threw your head back. He had found something inside of you that you didn’t even know was there. “That! Please do that again.”

He rocked his hips in the same way, over and over and over. Your moans only got more desperate. Your hands tugged at his hair. The poor boy had scratches on his shoulders, the back of his neck, and shoulder blades. The way he was loving you so, you just couldn’t keep it together. You had never experienced anything like this.

“Oh- merde.” He swore. “I’m gonna-“ He didn’t even get to finish his sentence before you unraveled beneath him with a desperate shout.

Your vision went out, your entire body shook, and you pulled his hair roughly. You were gone, you didn’t even hear the yelp that he gave when he was taken over by his own orgasm.

Coming down from your monumental high, you gasped for air. Your body laid lazily against the bed, and you stared at the ceiling.

“Holy. Shit.” You said, not aware of just how loud you had said it. That caused your boy to giggle.

You turned your head to see him lying next to you, his entire face was red.

“Good?” He questioned, still unsure.

“Good?!” You scoffed. He giggled again. “That was fucking incredible. How long do you wanna cool down before round two?”

His eyes met yours. He had a blank look on his face. Silence filled the room for a few seconds.

“I’ll go get us some bottles of water. We may be in here a while.”

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ao3 is johnlegere, find my fics there too. requests are open, send one in my ask box! hope you enjoyed :)!

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[demonicheadcanons]

Obey Me Undateables / Side Dishes and Little Affections

AN: The last post for the brothers was ridiculously popular and this was requested so! Here we go. Just little ways the undateables are affectionate to the MC. Romance-coded but not for Luke bc he’s baby. I did this on mobile so forgive me for any formatting issues, and for the lack of a read more!

As you may have seen, I struggled a lot with Solomon because I really view him as being indifferent. I’m sorry if his is a little underwhelming! I also wrote this differently from the last one because I forgot how I formatted it, sorry ;u;

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Diavolo

- He’s busy all the time. Like truly, this man rarely gets a break, and even when he does, his mind is still tick-tick-ticking away. Crawl into his lap and hold his face in your hands and he’ll finally relax, you can see the clouds clear away from his eyes. He kisses your forehead and holds your face in return, shining again. It only takes a few moments for him to settle completely, to shut off all his worries.

- He really just,,, likes to pick you up? So long as you’re not absolutely terrified he’ll completely randomly walk up to you and lift you up and carry you around with him or just hold you there. Bonus points if you wrap your arms around his shoulders and / or bury your face into his neck. Extra bonus points if you kiss or nuzzle against his cheek. His grin is so wide and bright it could light up the whole Devildom. Additionally, if you run and jump at him he will drop everything to catch you, no matter what. He has not and will never fail to catch you, and it makes him laugh so hard you can feel it in the way his arms and chest shake as he holds you.

- He likes to lay down beside you and link pinkies. It’s so soft, such a delicate little thing, and yet you trust him enough to let him do that. The minimal contact makes it feel even more special to him, there’s no pressure there. You’re close and he has a reminder of your presence beside him and it’s enough, it’s enough.

- With Diavolo, if you decide to teach him cute human things, you might regret it later, because he remembers them all. You put your palm out once, telling him that he’s supposed to rest his chin there, and from then on he’ll do it immediately. He will also expect you to do it too, and his timing is completely random. You’ll be talking to Barbatos and he’ll hold his hand out and wait for you to rest your chin in it. When you do, he pokes at your cheek with his thumb and walks off again.

- Please play cute games with him. Farming games like Stardew Valley or things like Terraria and Minecraft, or the Sims, or anything like that. He also doesn’t mind matches on more competitive games, but he likes to relax and make a house or a farm with you, and his reactions to everything is adorable; you two make Sims and he cheers when they get married, and even if they’re not representing you two and are just random Sims, he jokes about how you should do that too someday. He’s amazing at games that are strategy based, but prefers to play anything else so he can relax and not think for a while.

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Barbatos

- Random tickles. It’s completely unexpected and he is very sneaky - the first few times it’ll catch you heavily off guard, and even after that it’s hard to predict when you’ll feel his gloved hands brush against your sides. He’s an expert at guessing where someone is ticklish, and abuses that power when alone with the people he loves (namely you!)

- Food fights but on a small scale. He’ll walk past you in the kitchen and brush flour across your face, disguising it as him simply being affectionate as he passes by, a reminder that he cares about you and is thinking about you even as he works. His movements are graceful and confident as always, to the point where it’s actually quite hard to even realise what he’s done. He will consider telling you before you leave the kitchen. He really will consider it.

- Similarly, if his hands are wet, just before drying them off he’ll flick water in your direction and then act like he has no idea what you’re talking about when you ask if he just did that. Really, MC, why would he do that? He’s been so busy cooking, and you’re accusing him of doing something so childish?

- He quite likes just, holding you up and carrying you around but in a different way to Diavolo. Instead of Princess carries, it’s more like if you jump onto someone and wrap your legs around their waist and your arms around their shoulders? He loves carrying you around like that. Cling onto him! He’s not fond of having you cling to his back, but his sides or front is fine.

- Barbatos tends to keep an eye on you and it’s really hard to tell, but if you’re in the same room as him he’s keeping tabs on what you’re doing. You could swear he has eyes on the back of his head, because he always seems to know what you’re up to. In reality, he really just likes seeing how you look when you’re focused, or, alternatively, when you’re completely zoned out and off in space, thinking of something completely random and irrelevant to the current situation. He’ll come up and tap your forehead and smile at you when it looks like you’re back in the room again.

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Solomon

- Solomon isn’t super affectionate and he’s not really an acts of kindness kind of guy. The most important thing for him is proximity; he doesn’t need you pressed up against his side all the time, but he likes having you in the same room as him as often as possible. You spend your evenings in his room in Purgatory Hall, laying or his bed or working at his desk, as he busies away with some new spell or writes down results of experiments with different potion ingredients. He doesn’t bother thinking too hard about it and just accepts it, but the reality is that it’s very calming and comforting for him. He’s also not someone who worries much about being judged or anything, so regularly having another person around doesn’t bother him.

- He asks for your input a lot. Simply put, he wants to hear you talk, and he’d love to know what makes you tick and how your brain works. “What do you think of this?” “How do you think Satan would react if...” and so on. So many ‘what if’ questions that it might make your head spin, because he’s always playing a game in his head of ‘what would happen if...’ despite rarely following through with it outside of experimenting with his magic and potions, and he wants to involve you in it too.

- Solomon doesn’t mind holding hands, and likes to play silly games when you are. Things like having thumb wars, or he’ll tangle his fingers up with yours and watch, amused, as you try and fail to pull your hand from his grip. Afterwards he’ll hold your hand with both of his and run his fingers and thumbs over it to soothe you. He also likes to just rest his hand on top of yours when you’re sitting beside each other.

- He’s going to try to be affectionate if it’s something you seem to want, and just out of curiosity. The one thing that sticks is that, if you’re cooking for him (because he’s not allowed to) he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and hug you from behind, his chin in your shoulder as he watches whatever you’re doing. He’ll blow air at the side of your face or at your fringe / bangs if you have them, so long as you’re not doing anything too dangerous and aren’t at risk of getting seriously injured.

- Bonus: If Solomon calls you and says “try this” or “drink some of this” don’t do it. Or at the very least, ask about any possible effects first. Moreso for food than for potions; he’ll find a way to reverse the potion, but the memory of eating his food will be stuck with you forever.

- Bonus bonus: Solomon loves giving you squishy hugs but he will squeeze you too tight and he will laugh even if he feels your spin click against his arms as you yelp. He won’t hurt you, but he will squeeze you hard enough that breathing will be difficult for a moment. You can tell from his smirk that he doesn’t feel guilty at all.

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Simeon

- Simeon likes having you play with his hair. The way you twirl strands of hair between your fingers and try and fail to make a mess of his soft locks, which always return to their place no matter how hard you try to stop them. Bonus points for innocently wandering fingers that brush down the sides of his face, thumbs and fingers that ever so lightly brush along his cheekbones or around and under his jaw. He relaxes into your touch, eyes fluttering closed before he opens them just enough to smile at you, silent but oh so visibly delighted.

- If he knows it won’t make you sick and it’ll wipe off, he actually quite likes to draw on your hands and arms. He’ll let you do it in return, of course, but simple doodles and patterns, hearts and diamonds and sweet little reminders you’ll see later when you have to wash them off.

- Laying on your stomachs with your sides pressed together on a thin, soft blanket, knees bent and legs swinging in the air as you both read the same book. Simeon always finishes the pages first and so you take charge of just turning the pages, until he mumbles that he had lost focus - he’d been too busy watching your expressions, almost lulled to sleep by listening to your gentle breathing and wondering if you were enjoying the story and what your thoughts on it were, trying to piece it all together without disturbing you.

- You pass him at RAD or out in the Devildom and you don’t necessary stop, but he always waves, and god is it impossible to ignore how he lights up. His eyes gleam and he looks so, so happy just to see you and be reminded of your existence and if you’ve been unsure before about how truthful he’s being when he says he loves you and adores being around you, that look on his face will erase all your doubts. He’s beautiful and he’s glowing and it’s because he saw you!

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Luke

- It’s an obvious one but baking together! Making cakes and decorating them. Letting stress out as you knead bread, experimenting with making different types of pastries. One time you make a batch of cupcakes and decorate them to look like dogs and he feels really sad when people eat them but he’s proud all the same, and he likes that he gets to feel proud around you.

- He acts like he’s indifferent, but he quite likes when you call him your brother. If you call him your little brother, he’ll protest because he’s hundreds of years older than you in reality, but he allows it after a while. So long as he can call you his big sibling in return, it’s worth it. If any of the brothers tease him over being the little brother, he remarks that at least you trust him and care for him so much as to call him your brother. None of them can really respond to that.

- Pat! Him! On! The! Head! Adjust his scarf! Fix his hat! He doesn’t understand why he enjoys it so much, but then Simeon points out that it probably makes him feel cared for, and that’s absolutely it. No teasing works or harsh gestures, just little acts that show you care about him or are thinking about him. It makes him feel so safe and happy.

- He always remembers things on your schedule for you, from little reminders that you might forget about to big important events. The only other person he does that for is Simeon, so it’s really a big deal for him - he shows enough interest to listen to you and remember all the little details you tell him, and then to reach out to you and make sure you remember or just to say he hopes you have a good time. If it’s something stressful, he might not message beforehand, but he’ll show up when it’s over with some treats and act like he just happened to be baking today and had some to spare.

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[ur-cute-so-i]

I have written a chapter of state sanctioned alien erotica. I am a mad woman and have no one to blame but myself and @onetobeamup

So please enjoy Chapter One of Gul of her Choice and excuse any formatting issues, I'm on mobile.

Oloh Lodam was not panicking; because Oloh Lodam did not panic. Panic was a completely useless emotion, if she had given in to panic or self doubt she would not have lasted a day at the University of Culat. Instead, she had not only excelled in her chosen field, linguistics, she had done it as one of the only two women. She was a credit to her nation; and to her father, whose footsteps she had so willingly followed in. 

Willingly and apparently blindly, she thought bitterly. Followed him right into disgrace on Cardassia II, alone with no friends, no connections, and four younger siblings she had to protect from his stupid mistakes. Which brought her to her state of not-panic.

“This is hopeless!” Oloh cried as she threw the ridiculously tiny makeup brush down on the desk. She turned away from the mirror and her half made up ridges. She stared in despair at the mess in her room, every single dress pulled from every closet and drawer. She nearly clutched at her hair, but stopped herself at the last minute. Her long locks were in a very intricate braid that so far was the only thing going right this evening. She heard a giggle come from somewhere in the clutter. 

“Gila, if you’re going to be in my room at least be quiet!” Oloh snapped. The giggling cut off suddenly and Oloh felt a wave of guilt crash over her. Oloh pinched her nose and took a deep breath, and said in a kinder tone “I’m sorry, Gila. Come on out, honey.” Her youngest sister burrowed out from a huge pile of rejected outfits and stumbled over to Oloh, reaching up to be held. Oloh sighed but picked her up and squeezed tightly. Gila wriggled her arms free to poke at Oloh’s forehead, giggling again when her fingers came away dusted with blue powder.

“Well she can’t make it any worse” sniped a voice from the doorway. Oloh looked up to see that the rest of her siblings were also watching her have a breakdown over her makeup. Savaar, the second youngest, was fidgeting and scratching at the scales behind his ears. It was a childhood habit he’d recently picked up again, which worried Oloh to no end. The twins, Ikat and Varak, were leaning against opposite sides of the doorway, like mirror images of each other. Ikat pushed off the doorway and walked over, took Gila from Oloh, and placed her on the ground with a parting tickle to her tummy. With a giggling shriek, Gila ran off to play somewhere else. 

“You were always helpless when it came to these things” she said, gazing critically at Oloh’s handiwork, “It makes sense, you hardly need it, which is incredibly annoying. Let me help.”

“Oh, and wear this one,” Varak said, holding up a dress Oloh had dismissed as being too desperate, “the cutouts are quite daring.” He smirked at her. Oloh was too old to stick her tongue out at her younger brother, but she did it anyway if only to feel lighter, for just a moment. Varak just tsk’ed.

“Look at me, please” Ikat said as she yanked Oloh’s chin towards her, brandishing the previously discarded makeup brush. “Well, I’ve certainly got my work cut out for me, you have to leave in 40 minutes if you don’t want to miss Officer’s Ball.” 

“Would that be so bad?” Savaar asked, “You could just stay here tonight.” That was another worrying thing, Savaar hated to have Oloh out of his sight, like she might never come back every time she left the house.

“No Savaar, dearest, I have to go.” She reached out her hand to him, hoping to sooth his concerns, but he didn’t come.

“But why?” He cried mournfully

“Because our dear father’s scholarly instincts outweighed his good sense.” Varak scoffed. Savaar’s eyes welled with tears at the mention of their father, as usual. He was doing a valiant job of not letting them fall, but it was only a matter of time before Varak’s snide remarks got him. 

“Savaar, why don’t you go make and bring some tea to Mother? I’m sure she’d love that.” Savaar sniffled but straightened, and scampered off to the kitchen.

“You’re too soft on him, you know.” Ikat said as she dusted her shoulders a bright, alluring blue. “You do him no favors by coddling him so.”

“I know, but this is only a phase. Once he gets used to Cardassia II, he’ll perk right up, I’m sure of it.”

“And mother will leave the house and stop staring out the window at nothing.” Varak muttered.

“Varak!”

“No, that’s what the husband is for.” Ikat says, with a final swipe at Oloh’s ridges. “There, now get dressed, but don’t smudge anything!”

Soon Oloh was running out the front door to the waiting shuttle, wrapping her cloak around her shoulders. She was going to find a husband and she was going to do it tonight.

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The hall was beautiful. There were banners all along the walls, emblazoned with the Central Command logos and emblems of the different troops in attendance. Oloh’s heart swelled with pride to be so surrounded by the visual reminder of why they were all here tonight. To celebrate the establishment of a new command center here on Cardassia II, turning this once humble colony into a true member of the Cardassian Union. Cardassia II may not be home, she may be here in a semi-form of exile, but that doesn’t mean she can’t be proud to see the Union grow ever stronger.   

Oloh shook off her starry eyed wonder and looked around the room. The party seemed split between two rooms, the front hall that was set up for dining and a back hall that had faint music pouring out of it. Dinner would not be served for a while yet, so Oloh made her way to the back hall. There was an attendant at the door who gave a curt military bow. Oloh assured herself she was being paranoid when she saw him hesitate when she gave him her name. He loudly called “Miss Oloh Lodam” into the room and then gestured to another attendant inside the ballroom who took her cloak. Well, the party hadn’t fallen into a deadly silence when her name rang out, so it was already an improvement from the last party she attended on Cardassia Prime. She made her way to the refreshment table to get herself a drink, her cunning eyes jumping from man to man in the room, trying to scope out the perfect target. She began a leisurely circuit around the room, listening for any helpful tidbit.

About halfway around the room, she came across a small group of Guls and their wives.

“Who is that man? I don’t believe I’ve seen him here before.” One of the women asked

“Oh, that’s Glinn Dal, an old academy friend of Gul Lengo. He won’t be stationed here permanently, I hear he has his sights set on a promotion and a new Galor-Class ship.” Her husband responded.

“Well, he’ll certainly need that promotion if wants to command that new warship” Another Gul answered as he took a sip of his kanar.

Oloh surreptitiously peered around the group to see who they were talking about and had to restrain herself from gasping outright. Glinn Dal was magnificent. Tall and stately, shining hair perfectly slicked back; he was in the middle of conversation with several other Glinns and Guls. He couldn’t have been older than 35, but already Oloh could see a faint glimmer of gray around his temple. His conversation partner must have said something funny, because he threw his head back and laughed, exposing his neck ridges further. Oloh nearly whimpered. There was a mix of men and women in his group, Oloh couldn’t tell if he had arrived with anyone, but if he hadn't, he could be just the man she was hunting. A military man with ambition, he'd only be home long enough to make a few children before he was deployed off again. His stunning looks was just an extra, making those brief visits much more pleasurable than she could have dreamed. Finishing off her drink and discreetly adjusting her bodice, Oloh made her way to the Glinn.

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Glinn Rojo Dal was enjoying himself at this party, he really was. There was no reason for him not to be enjoying himself. He was in the prime of his life, had a promising military career, and was surrounded by like minded friends. So what if his best friend had met a farmer heiress and married above his station and made Gul before him. Lengo and his wife were true friends and a credit to Cardassia! So what if his military career depended on him finding a wife; he was not blind, he knew he was handsome and charming. He'd had enough daliences in his youth to be confident in his performance of marital duties. But the pressure to find a wife and to do so quickly made him nervous.

Which is why he was here, at a party at a garrison he wasn't even stationed at. Lengo insisted that there were eligible women for the taking on Cardassia II, and he would barely take two steps planetside before finding a wife.

But then he'd been caught up in the social networking required of a man of his station with military ambitions. Meeting with old friends from the Academy, touring the new garrison, introducing himself to a few legates, anything that could give him a leg up when promotions came around. And not just this time, but the next time, and the time after that. It left Rojo feeling very disillusioned. The mark of a good soldier should be his conduct in service, not who he's friends with and where he is seen.

It colored his whole attitude to finding a wife as well. Of course he wanted to marry and father children for the glory of Cardassia, but with all his recent wining and dining it now felt… cheap.

He resigned himself to a slightly futile evening and took a sip of his kanar when the herald called out yet another name. Rojo looked up and fumbled his glass of kanar and nearly choked. The late arrival was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in her life. Her long hair was braided all the way down to her lower back. She wore a long, deep green dress with an almost scandalous cut out at her shoulders that were revealed as she pulled her cape off. She somehow seemed to shimmer in the light. She was stunning- Rojo cursed himself for not properly listening to the herald, he had no idea what her name was. 

A hard clap to his back brought him out of his reverie.

"What's the matter, Dal? Forget how to drink kanar?" Lengo laughed boisterously. He did always find his own jokes very amusing. Rojo rolled his eyes fondly.

"No, no, I could never forget how to drink kanar. I was just distracted by someone- do you know who she is?" Rojo said, pointing back towards the door, where she had been standing.

"Ah, has someone finally caught your eye?" Lengo said with a knowing smile. 

"I've always said you were too picky."  Now which one is so beautiful she nearly made you choke to death" 

Rojo turned to gesture at her, but to his dismay, she was already gone. He scanned the crowds but couldn't see her anywhere.

"I… I don't know." How on earth could a woman like that blend into the crowd?

"Seeing things now, Dal?" Lengo laughed. "Don't worry, we'll find her once the dancing begins."

Rojo nodded in agreement, but continued scanning the room, trying to find her.

Rojo was so distracted by his search he completely lost track of the conversation around him until he caught the last line of some joke Lengo was telling. It caught him so off guard his laughter surprised him. He threw back his head and reached out to stabilize himself against Lengo.

He was still recovering when a voice he hadn’t heard before said “Something amusing, Glinn Dal?”

Rojo couldn’t believe his eyes. There she was, the beautiful stranger, standing right before him with a wry quirk of her eyebrows. She was somehow more beautiful up close. Her eyes were dark and serious and her scales were a gorgeous shade of blue. Rojo was literally speechless. Too speechless. He was just standing there, staring at her.

"Uh- I… I guess so." he stuttered out nonsense as her face took on a disbelieving look.

"You'll have to forgive our dear Dal, a fine head for military tactics but absolutely useless at meeting new people." Lengo cut it. "Lucky for him he's got me. This shy oaf is Rojo Dal, but you seem to know that already. And you are?"

"Oloh Lodam, it is a pleasure to meet you. And should I assume that you are Gul Lengo?"

"Right again! Surely you must not know everyone in our party, let me introduce you."

As Lengo took Miss Lodam around their circle Rojo had the sinking feeling that he was in quite a lot of trouble.

#gul of her choice #star trek deep space nine #cardassians #star trek #Cardassia #i am having the TIME OF MY LIFE

[lovebecomeshim]

hello! your zutara posting today has finally motivated me to ask this question because I came to atla very late(last year, to be specific) and I Love It Very Much but am 1000% out of the loop as far as why what remains of fandom (at least that I've seen among my friends) is so very strongly zutara. I'm not opposed to it per se I just don't really know what has driven it to apparently be such a popular ship? can you help me understand and maybe convert me a little bit?

Hey!! Your ICON! :D I can try but I’m not sure how coherent I’ll be; however I AM sure someone a lot more competent will be willing to add to this. Either way, I’m glad you asked because my plan was to drag down as many people as possible with me.

*smacks the hood of zutara* this baby can fit so much mutual love and support!

This got so long, I’m so sorry. I don’t know how to put it under a cut on mobile and it already got deleted once so I’m scared to mess with it lol. Moving on.

I’m gonna start this with a disclaimer that im on mobile so formatting is tricky and I’m also really new to atla in that I only completed my first watch through in like 2019??? So some of my info is all just based on what I’ve picked up from Discourse 👀 so anyway the sparknotes version: zutara was wildly popular from the beginning. To the point where the atla crew internally disagreed on which ship should be endgame. (Ex. Bryke [showrunners] asked the writers to rewrite The Southern Raiders to make Zuko seem less ideal for Katara than Aang [which failed, depending on who you ask]; the animation team purposefully created a visual parrallel between Oma and Shu in the Cave of Two Lovers and Zuko and Katara in the catacombs under Ba Sing Se in the Crossroads of Destiny; etc.)

The ship was popular enough that Bryke actually chose to display zk fanart at a con for the sole purpose of mocking the fans, but that’s neither here nor there. The entire episode Ember Island Players, while a love letter to/parody of the whole show, was an opportunity to address zutara’s viability as a canon pairing (while, again, mocking zutaras for romanticizing that catacombs scene). Point is! It’s always been popular but with it not being endgame, there’s got to be something that’s given it staying power.

And that’s honestly got to do with three things: their dynamic, thematic cohesion, and potential.

(You know what... you know what, it’s four things. The fourth is they’re so aesthetically pleasing together and individually. Like, they’re just good looking people [specifically when they’re grown but they’re also cute kids] and that absolutely doesn’t hurt) (but it’s not the Point, it’s just nice to point out sometimes)

The dynamic is hard to get into without also looking at the canon pairings, but I think I can do that without unnecessary bashing. It’s just that part of the magic of zutara is really highlighted by what they give to each other that their other relationships don’t.

First off, it’s classic enemies to (would be) lovers. The absolute truest form of it. It’s not too different from how CS started out: a rogue antagonist with a job to do—but no personal vendetta against the future love interest—who is deeply and emotionally invested in his personal storyline (revenge/redemption) with little regard for how it effects other people after his entire life and genuine good nature are marred by suffering, and a fierce warrior girl with a strong moral compass and her own personal investment in stopping him (protect her family and save the world doing it). Obviously frustration and animosity grew between them by the nature of them being on opposing sides, but that just lends itself to the sweetness of their later reconciliation.

The thing is that while they’re wildly different on the surface (he’s a hot-headed prince of a fascist regime who is trying to capture the Avatar to please his father; she’s a nurturing daughter of the chief who is trying to protect and train the Avatar in order to topple his father’s throne) they find out that they have so much more in common both in their experiences and their personalities.

(What follows is an excessive use of the word “both” and I’m sorry about that)(I can edit it. I can do that. That IS an option............)

They both have an innate sense of justice that they are determined to see done (zuko, at the war meeting, sticking up for the Earth Kingdom kid when the guards torment his family, choosing not to steal from the pregnant couple despite his circumstances, abiding by his word to leave the SWT should Aang come willingly, etc.; katara, literally.... at any point). They both have pretty one-track minds at accomplishing certain goals once they’ve put their mind to it, regardless of a lack of support in that endeavor (it goes without saying I guess, but zuko’s entire hunt; katara’s determination to get the earth benders to fight back, her determination to absolutely destroy Pakku until he agrees to teach her, etc.). They both lost their mothers at young ages. Their worlds are war-torn and traumatizing to them both, if in different ways, but that ultimately forces them to grow up too quickly to be wholly independent individuals. They both have issues with their fathers (for WILDLY different reasons, but). They both hold extreme prejudices that they need to learn to overcome (which ties into thematic cohesion)(bit like Lizzie and Darcy in that way but magnified by a million). They’re both extremely emotional and empathetic—which can and often does result in loud outbursts. Katara’s a bit better adjusted and can temper her anger for longer than S1 Zuko can, but they both feel that anger deeply and have no compunctions expressing it (Katara is, usually, more justified, particularly in S1. Again, S1 Zuko is severely maladjusted but at the point when they could’ve feasibly become a couple, he’s so much better off with the way he carries himself). They both struggle with feelings of inferiority in their bending abilities when confronted with prodigal benders like Aang and Azula, but have the work ethic required to double down and become two of the most powerful benders in the three remaining nations. This is a little more minor but it is a parrallel that appeals to some shippers that they both have these alter egos in the Painted Lady (notably fire nation coded) and the Blue Spirit (water tribe coded) that are pretty different from who they are day-to-day and are useful in accomplishing a purpose that they as themselves cannot.

(I’m.... I just realized that this could potentially get very long. Should I have made a slide show with bullet points??????)

Anyway, similar. I know there’s more but there’s literally so much to love about zutara that I’ll drive myself a little crazy trying to compile all the ways they’re similar. (Just gonna say that at this exact moment I went back to add more similarities.... so okay then)

Once they’ve reconciled, we see how all of these things only lend themselves to a deeper intimacy together than they share with literally anyone else. There’s a steady partnership that positions them as the mom/dad of the gaang, while also providing the support necessary to allow the other to not have to carry so much responsibility. A lot of zutaras will point out how zuko is actually depicted doing the more domestic chores that are normally relegated to Katara once he joins the gaang, since the others in the group are two 12-year-olds and sokka. The one that sticks out the most is how he makes tea for the group and then serves them, while Katara is able to just relax with her friends around the fire. Fanon expands upon this a lot to Zuko helping with the laundry or the cooking or whatever else needs doing since he, as a once-refugee, is used to doing his own domestic tasks. Before Zuko joined, Katara was the one mothering everyone, sewing for them, cooking for them, etc. She’s always tending to the needs of the group, and that includes emotionally. She does the emotional labor for the gaang 99% of the time, but when she’s the one falling apart, she’s usually doing it alone and without the comfort that she normally provides for others. Until Zuko. And that’s before they’re even friends.

Which is WHY people romanticize the catacombs of Ba Sing Se so much. Katara is verbally attacking Zuko out of her own righteous anger but also her own prejudice when Zuko, surprisingly, chooses to be vulnerable with her. He’s been on a journey that’s opened his eyes a bit, but he’s never actively chosen to expose the rawest parts of his past to anyone. But for some reason he chooses to do that with Katara of all people. While she’s yelling at him. He sees her humanity, and for once can look past his prejudice and empathize with her. And this time, when she breaks down, she gets to be comforted. Katara normally talks about her mother when she’s trying to explain to someone else that she sees and understands they’re pain, as a form of comfort to them. Here, Zuko uses the exact same tactic. He sees her and he understands. And for zuko? He’s not being shut down. He’s allowed to articulate his pain regarding his mother without being ignored and made to internalize it, and he’s allowed to process how he feels about his scar out loud without being told that he deserved it. And then he lets her touch his scar, something we’ve seen him actively avoid before. He’s completely open to her and she’s completely open to him and all it took was one five minute conversation. She was about to use the little bit of Spirit water that she had, that she was saving for something Important, to heal the scar that still daily causes him pain just because they had, somehow, connected.

Plus there’s the whole parallel to the star-crossed lovers forbidden from one another, a war divides their people—

And then zuko messes up, he regresses, he gets what he wants and he HATES it. And the sense of justice he had as a child has been restored to him against his will and he can’t think of anything he wants to do more than the Right Thing, so he joins team avatar. Before he does that though, we get to see his relationship with Mai, which is where comparison really comes in. And what we see is Zuko, fresh off of his encounter with Katara in the catacombs, trying to be emotionally honest with Mai... and getting shut down and dismissed. Which is just how Mai is and it’s fine, but not for Zuko. Still, he keeps trying, and he keeps getting ignored or scoffed at or yelled at. Which is really a larger symbol for how he doesn’t fit in his old life anymore, but again that’s about thematic cohesion. He tries to articulate his anxieties about returning home, he tries to make romantic gestures, he tries to explain how morally conflicted he’s feeling—and Mai diverts to some kind of physical affection to shut him up and a parting comment that is pretty much always, in essence, “I don’t wanna talk about this.” So they don’t. On the other hand, once zuko and Katara are friends, we see him again emotionally distraught and caught up in his anxieties about facing Iroh, and it’s Katara who comes to him and listens to him and comforts and encourages him.

Similarly, we have Aang clamming up and getting uncomfortable whenever Katara shows any negative emotion, usually resulting in him making excuses or running away. Or, in the case of the Southern Raiders, lecturing her on how she needs to just let go of her anger about her mother’s murder. People have talked this episode to death and usually better than I ever could, so imma... keep it brief. There’s a serious disconnect between Aang and Katara in his ability to empathize with Katara and her needs that has her tamping down her vulnerability and amping up her anger. He tells her that he was able to forgive his people’s genocide and appa’s kidnapping (petnapping? Theft??), which is blatantly not true but also not an entirely equal parrallel to Katara’s situation, and continues making these little remarks throughout the episode. But it’s Zuko that Katara opens up to. It’s with him that she’s able to talk about the most traumatic day of her life, and it’s with him that she’s able to get the closure she needs, cementing their bond as friends and partners. This disagreement between Aang and Katara is then... never resolved. They just never bring it up and hear what the other is saying.

There’s a fic called The Portraits of Ember Island that has a line that so completely sums up the heart of the matter for why people love their dynamic. For context, zuko has woken up early to help Katara with the cooking and they spend the whole time just letting one another talk, and zuko stops to ask why she always just lets him talk. And so she stops to ask why he’s always helping, and it goes as follows:

There’s just... so much mutual support! Trust! Intimacy!! And it just continues like that from the Southern Raiders on, listening to each other, advising each other, watching each other’s backs! And then! Literally saving each other’s lives!! I will never be over the last Agni kai. Not ever. Zuko may have been willing to jump in front of lightning for anyone, but he actually did it for Katara. And in a show, that’s the thing that really matters. It’s a fulfilled trope usually exclusively applied to romantic pairings, and it ended up applying to Zuko and Katara. And then she ran out into the middle of a fight with tunnel vision just to get to him.

Also!! Also Zuko pushing Katara out of the way of the falling rocks at the Western Air Temple!! And Katara catching him as he fell from the war balloon that he fought Azula on!! Before they’re even getting along, they’re the ones reaching for each other. They come to this place of equal ground, as partners, who watch each other’s backs, call each other out but still listen attentively and understand, and provide the support that the other has been sorely lacking up until they knew each other (whether that be from lack of effort or lack of understanding from others, or an unwillingness to accept it for themselves).

Then, trailing along under the surface of this, we see the themes of the show totally embodied by Zuko and Katara as individuals and in their relationship to one another. There’s a YouTuber, sneezyreviews, who has a, like, 2-hour explanation on why she not only loves zutara but also believes that their endgame would’ve actually elevated the writing of atla to new levels particularly because of thematic cohesion and resolved character arcs. It’s the zutara dissertation I never knew I needed, and it’s funny and eloquent and effective, so I’m just going to sum up her section on thematic cohesion to the best of my abilities and then link it for whenever you have the time. And I HIGHLY recommend it, especially if you want a full understanding of what makes zutara so great and gives it such longevity.

Guru pathik has a line that goes something like this: separation is an illusion; things that seem different are just two parts of the same whole. Iroh also tells Zuko something similar: balance and strength are achieved when the different nations come together and influence one another and celebrate what makes them each unique. And this lesson is a massive central arc that both Zuko and Katara go through, moving past a black-and-white, good guys-vs-bad guys, us-vs-them mentality and into a greyer, more nuanced view of the world. Zuko sees the fire nation from an entirely new perspective and while he still loves and hopes for his nations future, he surrenders his blind loyalty to them in exchange for an unflinching loyalty to peace and love. Katara too had to come to terms with the fact that cruel people exist in the earth kingdom and water tribes, while some fire nation citizens are just regular, kind people who also need and deserve to have someone speak on their behalf. And this is honed in directly on how they view each other. They grow in their individual journeys to be open to the humanity in the other and then, once they’ve found that, they’re able to grow more in compassion for others in a beautiful feedback loop. And this is all matched in the symbolism repeatedly and intentionally associated with them in canon: sun and moon, fire and water, yin and yang, Oma and Shu who found love despite their warring nations. Their individual arcs are completed in each other and complement the themes of atla beautifully.

The canon pairs... just don’t. Which, again, is fine. But the very things that give atla longevity and popularity are anchored in zutara. Kat@ang doesn’t accomplish this. They’re... nice. Sweet. Especially when you erase a good portion of their interactions in S3. It could’ve been just a sweet love story. (Personally, the dynamic between toph and aang accomplish the same thing that zutara does, with complementary personalities that fulfill the theme of opposites blending in harmony) M@iko, on the other hand, is less sweet but I think wasn’t even supposed to last. Zuko’s relationship with Mai seems to represent his relationship with his old life as a whole. He can’t be emotionally vulnerable, he’s goaded into abusing his privileges, his agency and opinions aren’t respected. They just don’t have common ground with which to discuss anything that matters, so they don’t. As far as themes, the relationship doesn’t fit with atla. It’s zuko returning to and sticking with what is (on the surface) like him, what’s expected. Fire nation with fire nation. Fluid water bender with the flexible air bender. Like with like, separated from what is different and challenging and complementary.

And all of these things combined of course lead to the potential for the ship. I don’t know how familiar you are with the post-atla canon but... well, miss “I will never turn my back on people who need me”, miss “I don’t want to heal! I want to fight!” ends up living quietly in the SWT as a designated healer who turns a blind eye to the water tribe civil war happening right outside her front door. Which can be fine! People change! Some people just wanna stay inside. I just wanna stay inside! But the potential future for zutara is so much more satisfying, with Katara becoming the most unconventional Fire Lady the uppity old cads who are stuck on the old ways have ever seen. Fanon has her serving as a voice for the other nations within a kingdom at the point of its biggest political upheaval, as a confidante to Zuko who can actually help him while he’s trying to figure out how to move forward and make reparations. They have the opportunity, together, to accomplish what they both have set on their hearts to fight for: positive change that lends itself to harmony and balance. And the steambabies! A popular headcanon is that their firstborn daughter, the crown princess, is actually a waterbender, which causes such an uproar among the people who are adamantly clinging to the old ways. It’s just a future full of potential to be forces for good together, full of trust, intimacy, joy. The exact era of peace and love and balance that zuko announces that he intends to ring in with the start of his reign as Fire Lord is, again, magnified by the very personal zutara relationship. And we love to see it.

tl;dr zutara isn’t for everyone. Some people just don’t vibe with it. Some are nostalgic. Some love the canon they grew up with. Some have been disappointed for years. Some just see themselves in other characters and want their happiness instead. Whatever the reason, that’s fine. But for me, I love the way these two, from the moment they give each other a fair chance, are able to lower their walls and prejudices to see the other for the kindred spirits they are. They see each other’s humanity, and their response is to pour out love and support and compassion. I love that they’re a power couple in battle. I love the symbolism and, honestly, soulmatism that colors their every interaction. I love that they embody the whole storyline of atla in their relationship and how it develops, which is notably why their seasonal arcs always culminate in each finale with how they relate to one another. I love that zuko adopting a waterbending move is what actually saves his life and then katara’s. I love the chemistry! And I love the future they could’ve had, instead of the ones they were given.

So, in conclusion: I just think they’re neat and I hope you do too, at least a little bit. Even if it’s just respectfully from a disinterested distance cause you do you. And now here is the video I mentioned. I’m sorry this post got so long and then I gave you an even longer homework assignment, but I can’t recommend it enough. She says it all better than I can.

#zutara #atla #zutara rant #like really the way the canon relationships were written throughout s3 #it would’ve been more believable for zutara to happen #or at least be hinted at #all of the major issues presented in those relationship were dug up extensively and then... never resolved #and then they just slapped some kisses on a screen and said ‘there all better’ #and we just kinda had to say ‘oh ok guess it’s all better then’ #this got long I’m sorry #I wrote it all out and then tumblr ate 2/3 of it #which is why it took so long #and what I’ve written now doesn’t even match what I had before #because there’s too much to say about why I love zutara #and the stuff I left out the first time is what came out this time #rip to my original thoughts but this post is different #anyway that’s why this took so long #and I should’ve just made a PowerPoint... #I can do that too if you’d rather not read all of this lol #I won’t be offended #this is incoherent #Alia rambles uselessly #also hoping this doesn’t end up in any wrong tags because I don’t wanna step on toes lol #it’s not anti!! it’s just critical #in a compare/contrast way #I can pinpoint the moment when I started trying to rewrite my points from memory #because everything gets shorter and more succinct #like... I really said all that??? sounds fake and I don’t remember it anyway so here’s the condensed version #with no!! smooth!!! transitions!!!! #also why am I so lazy with proper grammar over text

[sunshine--writes]

Blood Bound

header image courtesy of one of the biggest Lady Dimitrescus simps i’ve ever met.

This is the first and last time i will ever write anything so be prepared. Also i’m not the best writer so some parts might be very rushed and sloppy sorry. Idk how to post on tumblr either and also i’m on mobile so sorry for weird formatting issues :)

A little background I wrote this as a presentation thing with my friends so it’s not gonna be good. Also this is the first time i’ve ever written smut so sorry i guess?

Warnings: NSFW of course, uh very kinky probably, swears in this warning, f! Reader, reader is a vampire pls let me have this, IT MAKES SENSE FOR THE STORY PLEASE LET ME HAVE THIS, vampires need sleep i guess idk just fuck let me live, fluff at the end bc im a whore for that kinda shit, probably ooc for Lady Dimitrescu but like idk her character other than dom mommy milkers so, blindfolds, binding arms? what is it called??

All of your senses returned to you very slowly. You didn’t know where you were, or why someone had taken you in the middle of the night, but for some reason you felt safe. You could feel the cold damp floor of the cell you could only presume you were in and you could smell rotting flesh and the wet metal that surrounded you. You could hear the dripping noises of falling water coming from somewhere in front of you, and the sound of footsteps slowly approaching. The only sense you never regained was your sight. You could feel the soft fabric that covered your eyes and made a reasonable guess that your host for the evening had blindfolded you.

“Have you awoken my darling?” Ah, speak of the devil. The person that belonged to that sultry voice was one Lady Dimitrescu -- the countess that you have met with several times before and every encounter has somehow ended the same way. You remember the first time you met the 9 foot tall woman. It was 1920, and as the child of a wealthy eastern european count, you were required to attend the galas that were thrown. During one such occasion you happened to run into Lady Dimitrescu, and had unfortunately uncovered her secret. At the first sign of danger a normal person would have run, but who were you to judge? After all, aren't you two essentially the same?

That was the first night, and the begging of a long mutual relationship between the two of you. A whirlwind of passion, anger, misery, and lust was the only way you could describe these past decades you have spent with her. Everytime you left her embrace, you couldn’t help but long to be in it again no matter how angry you were. This on again off again relationship had persisted through generations, and you would be damned if you would give up now. She had introduced you to your friends who had shared the same beliefs, and made you feel welcomed. She had been there during the downfall of your family's power, and she was there for every milestone. You had to admit, your life was tied to this woman if you had liked it or not. Every night you spent apart was agony, and every moment you spent together was bliss. You have eternity, so what's the use in spending anymore time apart?

This night felt different. It wasn't normal for her to seek out your company, so why has she all of a sudden? And since when has she been this gentle? If it was like any other night she would have already had her way with you and thrown you to the side. Tonight was definitely different.

“My dear turn towards me.” She demanded, and you obeyed, crawling your way to the direction you think she might be in. You found her in the corner of what you think is a cell. You could tell she was sitting in a chair so you sat on your knees in front of her.

“Ah, isn’t this better darling? Everything is as it should be.” You could hear the sound of her claws extending -- and then you felt as she dragged the nail across your cheek, across your lips, and down to your chin.

“My love, head up. This way I can see your beautiful face.” She spoke as she lifted your head with her sharp claw. “Ah this beautiful face, the one that has tormented my dreams for far too long. Isn’t this much better?” You nod, what does she mean tormented her dreams? Over these past years you understood that this relationship was not one out of love, so you never gave yourself hope that she might feel the same as you. Even as her words sounded like a declaration of longing, you refused to dream. An intimate relationship with her, even one without love, was enough for you. As long as you could remain at her side for the rest of eternity you would be happy.

She sighed, “No matter, tonight is somewhat of a celebration, and as I am in a good mood I have sought you out. So where shall we start?” You hear the claw retreat back into her hand and her start to stand up, towering over you. “Lets get you out of these clothes hm?” She grabs you by the neck forcing your body down to the ground, cool gloved hands start roaming all over your body, loosening and untying the thin clothes you wore to sleep that night. “Ah beloved, how I had missed this.” Her mouth descended onto your neck where you could feel the warmth of her saliva as she sucked on that tender spot. You whimpered, moving closer into the bigger woman, although this isn't the first time she has marked you like this, it still sends tingles down your spine. Your hands started to roam as Lady Dimitrescu moved her way from your neck to your chin, and finally to your mouth: enveloping you in a deep kiss. Your back arched to be closer to the woman on top, deepening the kiss. You could taste the reminisce of blood and the sweet wine she had been brewing for years. Tonight really was an important celebration. You couldn’t control yourself as both of your bodys moved in tandem, your hands moving down her back.

She pulled away, leaving you gasping for air, “Now now my dear, you know the rules. No touching without permission. Now let's get these hands out of the way hm?” You could feel as the warmth from her body moved away, leaving you semi-naked on the cold floor. You couldn’t tell where she had gone, nor how long she was gone for -- every minute without her felt like agony anyway.

Her footsteps finally came back, “On your knees,” she demanded, and you moved without hesitation. “Both arms behind you.” Again you moved without thinking, obeying every word. You could feel as some soft fabric was slowly wrapped around both of your wrists and then tied, you could guess that it was the same silk as the one around your eyes.

“There, isn't that better darling? Now lay back down, I will loosen you up.” A claw extended and you felt as the rest of your already loose clothes were torn off, including your slick underwear. “Hm?” she laughed, “Already ready for me?”

“Yes mistress.” you nodded, spreading your legs slightly.

“Darling you know I love it when you call me that.” Gloved hands traced their way from your neck, to your breasts, down your stomach, and finally rested on your thighs. “Hm? What should I do darling? Shall we continue?”

“Yes mistress.” You begged, wiggling your body hoping for her hand to end up in that place you wanted it. You begged for her to give you release, begged for the thing you missed the most over these years.

“Hm? Shall I grant you your requests? Maybe you should beg some more first.” Her hands suddenly moved, finding their way back up to your breasts, hands playing with your nipples. You squirmed, wishing that the woman would give you what you wanted.

“Please mistress,” you begged, pushing yourself onto her thigh. Your cries fell on def ears as she continued to play with you. You started grinding on her thigh, pleading with your mistress to take you. “Please Lady Dimitrescu, please help me.”

You felt her hot hands finally leave your chest, “Fine, I shall grant this one request to you my beloved.” Suddenly you felt a gloved finger push its way inside you, forcing itself deeper in, her other hand went back to playing with your breasts. You gasped, moaning as she started moving around slowly inside. You tried to move yourself down onto her hand, allowing sweet relief. Her unoccupied hand made its way up to your neck and she started choking you.

Her tempo picked up as another finger made its way inside. The sounds coming out of you were ungodly, she had you crying out in pleasure. “Do you like that my dear?” she called out from on top of you. You could only nod your head and cry out something akin to the word yes. She was moving even faster and you could feel the pressure inside of you about to explode, you begged your mistress to please release you, but she wouldn’t budge moving faster than she had ever moved before. You were moaning and screaming in pleasure, you silently thanked whoever was up there that you were in a castle otherwise you would probably have a noise complaint by now. Her movements had you writhing around, grasping for anything with your bound hands. You brought your legs and wrapped them around her, opening yourself up for her. You were desperately grinding against her hand, your walls tightening before you could come.

“Eager now aren't we, well my love shall I let you come?” Although you were blindfolded you could see her smirking face. You called out between moans, crying for her to let you. You were begging and pleading, you must have looked so pitiful but in that moment you wished for nothing more than to come undone by this woman's hands.

“Lets see how loud you can be.” You felt your walls close down on the fingers inside of you as you screamed out in pleasure, the pressure finally being released. You could feel your juices coming out as orgasms wracked through your body. The pleasure was too much for you to handle and before you knew it you passed out.

***

You awoke in a very comfortable bed, the feel of the satin sheets under you cooled your body and sent shivers all over. You had realized that both the blindfold and your arm restraints were gone, and your body had been cleaned up from last night's activities. You were wearing a thin nightgown that only accentuated how cold it was in this room. As you looked around you finally saw the face of the sleeping woman next to you. Strange, you had never awoken next to her, no matter how vigorous the previous night's activities were she always left before you woke up. You giggled quietly to yourself, last night must have been a special night indeed. You saw sunlight streaming in from the large windows on the northern wall of this bedroom casting itself onto her. She had never looked more beautiful in your long life. You reached out your hand and started softly stroking the woman's face and hair, careful not to wake her. You traced your way from her forehead down to her lips, pausing there slightly. Last night was different, it wasn't bad, it was in fact very good. It was just something you never thought would happen for the both of you. As you look at the face of sleeping Lady Dimitrescu in front of you, you couldn’t help but wonder what your life would be like if you two had a different kind of relationship. Your thoughts were cut short when you felt two arms snake their way around you and suddenly you were pulled into the woman's arms.

“What are you doing awake so early my little dove? You should rest some more, last night must have been very taxing on your body.” Lady Dimitrescu spoke. You were shocked to say the least. Over the decades you have known the Countess, you have never been in her arms like this. This is what you had dreamt of for so long, wanting to feel true, romantic love from this woman, and now that you are here you felt as if you could cry.

And cry you did. Before you could stop yourself you felt the tears falling down your face and onto the clothes of the woman holding you.

“My beloved what is wrong?” Lady Dimitrescu frantically spoke as she tried to wipe the tears out of your eyes, “What is the matter? Please tell me.”

“It’s truly nothing,” you finally croaked out after minutes of sobbing. You must have looked ridiculous like this. How could you really think that she would love you like you love her. You are nothing compared to her.

“If you are crying then of course something is wrong. Please tell me darling, I hate to see you so sad.”

You hesitated. Was it really alright to tell her the thoughts that have plagued you for generations? You didn’t want things to change between the two of you. Even if you were just treated as a play thing, as long as you could stay with her you would do anything. “I love you. I have loved you for years, and you will never reciprocate how I feel. I am nothing to you other than a toy you can throw away at a moment's notice. But still I wish to stay by your side, even If I am nothing other than that. Don’t let my feelings change our relationship. I only want to stay with you.” The tears came back but you wouldn’t let them fall. You were stronger than that.

You felt her hold on you tighten as she brought you closer to her, lips brushing over your forehead and over your eyes. Her mouth moved around your face, kissing away your tears.

“Beloved who ever said I never felt the same way?”

to those liking this at 2 am: 📸📸📸

#lady dimitrescu #x f!reader #vampire reader #smut #blindfold #binding #idk what else to put in the tags #mommy issues #big mommy milkers #sub! reader #dom lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #you can treat this as a y/n but i never said a name so idc #lady dimitrescu fic #what game is she from? #resident evil? #i don’t remember #i’m not a writer

[happy-beeeps]

Buzzcut Season 3/?: Starlight

Gif credit to maker!!

Pairing: heiress!reader x Rex

WC: 4.7k

Warnings: canon typical violence, sliiiiiiiight angst but it’s fine, me ignoring canon and also not knowing how to write action scenes, also, buckle up friends pacing issues galore.

A/N: I had to write half of this on my phone because my computer died so I’m formatting on mobile! Pray for me! Also, starting a tag list yay!!!

* * *

“You know if you keep flexing your brow like that we’re gonna have to import more of your facial oil.”

“Well then I can expense it to the Senate. Seriously, CeeDee, did you realize how few rights clones have?” you ask, dropping your stylus and placing your holo on the desk in front of you. You swear you hear your mechanical counterpart sigh, as if she’s holding in a breath, while she wheels in holding the wine and glass you asked for. “I’m sure it's right up there with droids,” she whirs, passing you the perfect pour before wheeling back next to you. You smile up at her in both thanks and regret, it’s a shame how few sentient beings have rights in the galaxy. But then again, your head spins as you look at CeeDees metallic body. Her unblinking lights where her eyes are, the baby blue plume where you imagine a skirt would be. You’ve always liked her model more than protocol droids, she reminded you more of the waitress at Dex’s, with her wheels and soft shapes. Thinking of Dex’s brings a smile to your lips, and you let your hand reach towards the dog tags on your chest and your eyes flicker to the holo of you and Rex on your desk. It’s funny, it's grabbed from a tabloid, but the way your fuzzy drunk eyes linger on him, and his arm wraps firmly around your waist, you’d think this was a candid moment between any old couple. A message from Padmé flashes on screen and snaps you out of your sadness for just a moment, and lights a spark beneath you again.

You’re so grateful for the friendship she’s shown you, taking you for walks through the senate halls and showing you her favorite cafes in Coruscant. You can count on her now for more than just advice on reading the old Senate legislature, she’s become almost the big sister you wish you had. “Just got done talking to some people from Thabeska. We can add them to the list of systems willing to take clone soldiers.-P”

You smiled as you typed back, “Amazing! Any mid rim systems yet? I know we’re waiting to push Naboo, have we heard back about Spira?”

“Oh, Spira is in, but they’ll be our last push. If the bill is looked at favorably, we may be able to get every tourist system on it.”

“Ha! Imagine the 501st living on Spira.”

“Somehow I feel Fives would be just fine on a system full of people in something small and liquor. Maybe he’ll run a juice bar!”

“Ha!,” and you nearly laughed out loud at her joke, “I’ll update soon on any findings, going through the GAR handbook now and I have my call with the 501st soon.”

“Send my regards, talk soon.”

You heard a clash come from the kitchen, and ran in to see CeeDee standing in front of a new security recruit from Lyra. A tall, skinny man, he had pale skin and striking blue eyes, and you were embarrassed you couldn’t remember his name. Now, you were sure he was more embarrassed, as he stood surrounded by a broken vase and a pile of dirt. You smiled understandingly at him, but we’re a little frustrated at the loss, as they were a gift from Senator Organa, pleased at your helping Senator Amidala. “I’m so sorry my lady, I was just checking for bugs, it is absolutely imperative that I’m as thorough as possible.”

“I promise it’s no issue, and you really should be fine with bugs. I’ve had the Republic Army here more times than I count, and I can assure you, the captain would not be pleased if any of his men missed something in a sweep.” The man looked away and scratched his neck, clearly embarrassed, “I apologize, your mother sent me and my men here with the strictest command.” You scrunched your nose at this, “my mom sent you?”

“Of course, she hand selected us yourself, we’re from a private security detail on Lyra.”

“Huh. I don’t know why the Lyran guards my father had sent weren’t enough, but nonetheless, I’m grateful for your help,” an insistent ringing at your waist caught your attention, and you noticed your personal comm lighting up with news of an incoming transmission. From Rex. “Well it was great to meet you again…”

“Captain Tars.”

“Right, Captain Tars.” You smiled, making a pointed gesture at him then up to your brain, and you ran back to your room while CeeDee complained to him as she fired up the vacuum.

* * *

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Rex breathed, running a hand through his ever growing hair. You beamed at the holo standing in front of you, pulling the shawl over your shoulders tighter. “Hey there starlight boy,” he breathed out a laugh at that and took a step forward as you leaned closer, sitting on your bed. His holo came near to you, if you reached your hand out you could practically feel the projection. “How much longer?”

“Actually, not much, it’s only been a few weeks since we left, and this wasn’t supposed to be a crazy long mission. ‘F all goes well, we might be passing off to Ahsoka and a smaller team.” Ahsoka. That girl was a blast, an absolute firecracker. You were sure the council had placed her with Anakin to teach him a lesson, and you had loved getting to know her. “Wherever Ahsoka goes, success tends to follow,” you grinned, and reached for your datapad, standing up and walking past Rex’s holo as you did. Rex eyed you up and down before rocking back on his heels. “Kriff, angel, I wish I was with you,” he murmured and you stood up near him, nearly chest to chest with his holo. “Soon.” You sat in the comfortable silence for a moment, the whirr of the hologram the only silence aside from the always ambient sounds of the city. “Now, Captain, as an assistant to the Senate, I have some questions for you.”

“Alright princess, shoot.”

* * *

“So Kix, your dream job would be to be a vet, Fox you want to be a baker, Tup would like to be a soldier, but paid, and Fives… you wanted what exactly?”

“To do nothing, lay on a beach, sell some things, and live in a shack.”

“Funny enough, Senator Amidala all but called the same thing,” you said, eliciting a shock from the crowd of men squeezing into the holo. Their antics, while entertaining, had also brought up some excellent points. Most men wanted to go somewhere warm and agricultural (not Hoth, as it was pointed out) and they wanted to do simple work, farming, helping, protecting (unless you were Fives, who had goals of being a vagabond.) Some troopers, like Appo, seemed interested in the idea of something in government, and some, like Vaughn, simply wanted a family. There was only one man who hadn’t shared his goals, and waited until he cleared out the room to ask.

“So, Captain, tell me. Where does your dream take you?”

“Lyra.” He said with a shrug, as if it was the plainest answer in the world.

“Lyra?” you scrunched your face in surprise, “Why? I didn’t think you liked the snow.”

“Well uh, I guess,” he looked over his shoulder, “won’t Lyra be where you are?”

You blushed a deep crimson and looked down at your hands, “Rex, I don’t know where I’ll be.”

“Well then, wherever you are. You asked where my dream takes me, and it’s simple. You’re my dream, so wherever you go.” You looked up at him with wide eyes, and into his smiling face. You beamed up at him, “Do you mean it? Because I’ll take you home any day, maybe we could even go to Alderann, or Naboo with Padme!”

“Wherever you want. That's what I want from your bill. I want to go places with you.”

“Rex, I,” a commotion behind him cuts you off. “Princess, I gotta go, ok, I’ll be home before you know it.”

“Ok, ok. Be safe.” You say, and he offers you a wink before switching the holo off. In one swift movement, you were alone in your apartment again. Neon lights lit the darkened walls of your room, and seemed to shine loudest in the quietest spots.

* * *

“Thanks for coming with me, Captain Panaka insisted we bring someone else, he doesn’t like that we’re going to Mandalore.” Padmé said as you boarded her starship. You were nervous of course, Mandalore was beautiful, and you had recently met Duchess Satine and found her wonderful. She was a pacifist, and her logic was refreshing to talk to as someone not in charge of their own system. “I’m excited to see Sundari! Have you been?” you asked Padmé, and she shook her head slightly, “no, but I’ve been on trips with Satine before. She’s lovely, she used to be great friends with Obi-Wan.”

“Mandalore has been going through tension recently. There are… people who haven’t agreed with her governing style.” Panaka piped up from the front of the ship, turning his direction to you two in the back. “You won’t have any weapons there, Sundari won’t allow it.” Padmé rolled her eyes as she unclipped the blaster from the belt around her boot, and you sheepishly laughed. “I’m not really good at using a blaster anyway,” and Padmé shook her head, “sounds like Captain Rex needs to give you a little lesson,” she said, raising her eyebrows just slightly. Padmé had been reading the signs between your attitude and lack of a certain trooper. She was more perceptive than you had thought, and after finally picking up the way you lit up when he had sent you a message on your comm, she cornered you.

“So how long have you two been doing this?” she whispered, setting down the datapad in front of her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

“You like him.”

“Like who?”

“Rex. Stop being coy. I don’t need to know more. But you like him.”

* * *

“Welcome to Sundari, I assume Captain Panaka has briefed you on our customs?”

“Of course, it’s so great to see you Satine.” She smiled at Padmé’s compliment, and as the three of you walked arm in arm down her hall, her smile became a bit brighter. “This meeting couldn’t have come at a better time. We’ve been getting more and more threats from the Death Watch. I fear this meeting may be less diplomatic than I’d hoped.” She led you farther towards the throne room, where two chairs were placed in front of her throne. “I understand that Mandalorians may feel uncomfortable with the idea of clones being here after the war, is there any way to gauge there respect of the troopers as ‘Mandalorians?’” you said, and she gestured for both of you to be served a cup of tea. Padmé waved hers away gently, but you accepted eagerly. It had been so long since you’d been in court, and even longer since you weren’t seated at the head. You were surprised to be so nervous. “The troopers would need to take a vow of peace. I suppose if some were interested they could join our peace-keeping force. They wouldn’t be treated like second class citizens, at least not by those with decency.”

“It’s my understanding you want to make this arrangement after the war ends?” Padmé said. “Of course, we are remaining neutral. Siding with the clones would effectively put us on the side of the Republic. We’ll discuss this in the senate then, but you have my support behind this idea.” she smiled, and rose with you and Padmé. “Let’s spend the rest of the day enjoying ourselves.”

You and Padmé enjoyed the day spent with Satine, even with the tension, Sundari was beautiful. She had been a gracious host, and arranged for the best meals, outings, and tours while you were here. By the dawn of your next day, you nearly forgot this was a diplomatic mission, and not just a vacation. You woke early, and met Satine and Padmé for breakfast. You loved the Mandalorian fashion Satine was sporting, the black gown matched her headpiece perfectly. It reminded you of some of the more formal outfits you had seen Padmé wear in the senate. You were gathered in the throne room, chatting about the war and some new bills a few other systems were trying to push, when a man you recognized as a member of Satiné’s security detail burst in. “Duchess! The shipping docks are under attack!” You three glanced at each other before Satine responded, “by whom? The Death Watch?”

“No. It appears to be a crime syndicate. Our guards are helpless against their numbers, and the people are demanding we do something to stop them.” You had never seen the Duchess so upset, her eyes grew wide before washing over with a glaze of contemplation. She turned back to some of her guards and gestured to you and Padmé, “get them to their ship, and page Captain Panaka. Getting them off this system is of equal importance as keeping the citizens safe.” He nodded and began to usher you towards the door. “Satine, Satine wait!” Padmé began, but she left her throne and clasped both of your hands. “It’s been an honor to work on this bill with you. I’m sorry it’s been cut short, I’ll see you both soon. You’re both truly wonderful to be with. Be safe.” She patted you and Padmé’s hands once more before hurrying off in the other direction.

You weren’t sure what you were totally expecting, but a full blown fire fight was not it. When the guards had mentioned fire power, you didn’t think they meant fighters at every entrance. Padmé was desperately trying to make contact with Quarsh Panaka, and you were currently crouched behind a fallen piece of duracrete for safety. Padmé had grabbed a blaster from a fallen soldier on your run to the docks, and you could see one less than 10 feet in front of you. Your guard was doing his best to deflect the shots and draw an opening, but you still weren’t even close to the ship. “Captain, captain!” Padmé called, and you finally heard the crackle of his comm pull through. “Where are you!” He demanded, and you could hear through the comm the shots around him. “We’re by dock A, how far are you from us?”

“Near the ship,” another shot hit the rubble you hid behind, “dock G. Not far, if you can take out the forces in front of you, there don’t seem to be many, I’ll pull the ship as close to you as I can.” Padmé agreed and turned her focus back to the syndicate thugs quickly closing in on you. You looked at your rag tag team: a few of Satine’s guards, Padmé, and yourself, then back at the blaster. Cautiously, you began to crawl to it, cursing yourself for wearing such tight pants. I don’t know how she does it, you thought, looking over your shoulder at Padmé in one of her more plain senate dresses. She had discarded the outer jacket on your run, but you couldn’t imagine the tight bodice was comfortable to shoot in.

Dodging shots here and there, you managed to crawl your way towards the blaster, and return to your spot behind the rubble. You thought back to anytime you’d seen Rex shoot, and tried to find the same buttons as he did. Ok, this switch is safety, you thought, reaching for the small button on the smooth underside of the blaster, and this must be the trigger. Your finger rested on it slowly, and you peaked your head out from around the corner. You can do this. You can do this.

A shot hit something.

It may not have been the best target, but you could tell by the sound the fighter made that you had hit him. Padmé peaked over and tapped your arm, “nice shot! Right in the groin!” She said. Using this momentary distraction as a chance, the security troopers lept out and quickly made work of the few remaining syndicate members, before you and Padmé followed. You weren’t running long when you saw the silver streak of Padmé’s ship open the ramp, and you ran so hard your lungs practically screamed. Padmé was ahead of you, and turned around when she reached the ramp. You didn’t understand why her eyes grew wide until you heard her yell “WATCH OUT” and the rolling, ticking sound behind you. In an instant, you felt a hot pressure on your back, like you were being shoved forward. Then you felt nothing.

* * *

Everything was dark, there was a faint blue glow coming from somewhere, but your eyes couldn’t make out much aside from the darkness. If you strained, you could make out the semblance of shapes. A window, a desk, a monitor with dark blue writing. Peering just past the window, you could make out some kind of sign. How did I get back to Coruscant? You thought, before taking in your surroundings. You tried to sit up, but we’re caught off guard by a deep pain along your torso. “Kriff.” You mumbled, placing a hand onto the area and being surprised to find a thick bacta patch and gauze. At that moment, something in the other corner of the room began to move, and you strained your eyes to make out the shape. “Princess?” He whispered, voice soaked in desperation and grogginess. Rex was there, and as he walked closer you could see the stained plastoid armor come into view, his hair still growing out in brown tufts in some spots. His eyes seemed bloodshot, and he knelt beside the bed (you had logically assumed by this point you were in a hospital, though you haven’t ruled out a dream) and grabbed your arm. “I thought I’m the one who’s supposed to scare you?” He murmured, pressing little kisses into the inside of your arm. “Rex, where am I, what happened?”

“You don’t remember?”

You emphatically shook your head no, “the last I remember was running towards the ship on Sundari. Where’s Padmé, is she ok?”

“She’s fine. She saved your life, kriff, you could’ve been killed on Sundari cya’rika, what are you doing?”

“Being helpful.” You huffed, and Rex looked in your eyes. You had never seen him this upset. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. “The Pykes threw a thermal detonator towards the ship. It was small, but you got thrown forward and had a bit of shrapnel lodged in your hip,” he pointed to the bandaged spot, “Senator Amidala got you stable and knew it was better to keep the piece in and get you to a hospital than remove it. You’ve been out for four days, they kept you medically under. I got back from my mission three days ago.” You sighed, and reached out to run your hand through his now-longer hair. “How did you know I was here?”

“Senator Amidala. She met me at the dock.”

“How did she know to come find you?”

“She had the foresight to take these before you went into surgery.” He reached into a pack on his belt and pulled out his tags, still perfectly intact. “She’s a smart one. I'll give her that.”

“Have you been to the barracks?”

“Not since I landed. Senator Amidala told the staff here she wanted me and a few of the men to guard your room, and figured you’d want a familiar face when you landed.” You smiled softly at him and dropped your hand from his hair to his cheek. He looked exhausted. His tanned skin looked rough and beaten, his hands worn from worrying. “Rex, I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything,” he looked over his shoulder as the sound of commotion from the hall grew louder, and a light outside your door flicked on, “but pretend you just woke up. Your father has been waiting for a comm, the moment you woke up it sent him a signal.”

Sure enough, moments later he burst through the door, looking barely in better shape than Rex. He gave the captain a quick nod and a thank you, before running to your bedside. “Sweetheart, your mother and I have been worried sick. I can’t believe this happened to you, do you want to go home?”

“No! I mean, no, Dad, I’m ok.”

“You were nearly blown up!” He responded, slouching back on his heels while he knelt by your side. His hair looked greyer than you remembered it, and his beard had definitely grown longer. “I’m ok, honest, but I’m learning here. From you and from all the senators, there’s work to be done!” He smiled at that before sighing and standing up. “That’s my girl. But I want you to have a caretaker that isn’t just CeeDee while you’re taking it easy.”

“What about the security team Mum hired?” He looked confused at that, and so did Rex from the other side of the room. “I’m not sure who your mother hired. She never told me.” As if sharing a thought, your father turned to look at Rex, “Captain, I know you just got back from a mission. If I wrote an appeal to the GAR to have you stay by her for a little, would that be alright? I know you and your men have been busy but I could really use someone inside I can trust to protect her.” Rex smiled and extended a hand to your father, “sir, it’s no trouble at all.”

* * *

“That’s a LOT of flowers.” You exclaimed as Rex helped you inside. You were pretty mobile at this point, but your side was still barely weight-bearing, and you knew there would be a nasty scar there soon. CeeDee wheeled out from your room, “tell me about it! Two from Senator Organa, three from that sweet girl from Spira, one from the 501st, two from Senator Amidala, one from your dad, I swear I’m sneezing and I don’t even have a nose!” She huffed as she rolled towards you. She clasped her metallic hands in front of her and dipped her head just slightly, “though I am glad you’re ok. Rex, always a pleasure.” She said, and began to work on some more straightening up while you got settled. “Could you help me to the bath?” You asked, sending doe eyes towards Rex. He turned a deep shade of red and nodded, picking you up in his arms once the door had been shut and you were safely in the confines of your apartment.

Rex, being the gentleman he was, helped you undress while looking away as much as he possibly could. “Rex, surely you’ve seen a naked woman before?”

“I mean, yeah, but like, kriff, you’re different.” He mumbled, easing you into the tub while holding eye contact. Once you were seated beneath the bubbles, he leaned forward and captured your lips in his, stubble irritating your cheeks as he hungrily breathed you in. You hadn’t seen him in nearly a month, and you were somewhat disappointed that you couldn’t welcome him home in the way you wanted to. Still, he tasted like your Rex, and as he pulled away he let his thumb drag on your lip just a moment more. After dimming the lights and passing you your data pad, he left you to bathe alone. “I wanna get some stuff together, I haven’t really gotten a chance to get myself fixed up since I’ve been back,” he laughed, and gestured out the door. “I’ll be back in less than an hour, I’ve called Kix over in case you need anything anyway.” He leaned forward once again and gave you another kiss, albeit sweeter and faster, “try not to miss me touch,” you whispered as he walked away, and he sent a wink before leaving the room.

* * *

You had let your wet hair dry in the towel for a moment, but now let it hang long down your back. You felt sick, how could you be comfortable in your bed, in your softest pajamas, when Satine was dead. You had just gotten close with her, and she was gone already. Padmé seemed very upset, and you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling terrible. Rex rapped on the door frame before coming in, and you saw CeeDee behind him. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to power down for the night.” She said, and you nodded. Rex shut the door behind you and looked your way, a touch concerned. You were happy to see him stubble-less with a new, fresh white buzzcut. “I love your hair,” you murmured as he crawled into bed. “Yeah? ‘Figured having me look like Jesse was frosted tips wasn’t going to lift your spirits.” He laughed, a genuine one that rang across the room and settled in your bones. The lights in your room were off, the city casting a warm glow around the walls. Rex pulled you into his chest and smoothed your hair down, not seeming to mind the trickles of water it left on his fingers. “Have you seen the news?”

“They killed her Rex, she could’ve left with us and they killed her.”

“I’ve met Satine, she never would’ve left her people like that.” You sniffed and nodded your head, not even sure when the tears started leaving your eyes. “Hey, hey look at me,” he said, pulling your chin up to meet his face. “She had to do what’s best for her people and stay. You have to do what’s best for yours and go.”

“I don’t even have people, Lyra is my parents,”

“I’m your people, dank farrick, angel I’ve never been more afraid than when I heard you were hurt, and I’m Skywalker’s right hand man, it takes a lot to rattle me.” You giggled at that, laying your head on his chest. This felt so right, you couldn’t believe it was still illegal. He smelled like home, felt like home, sounded like home. The way he felt right now, arms wrapping around you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear, wiping tears from the corners of your eyes as you listened to his heart, you realized there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him, for his future. You laid like that for a while, letting his heart lull you to a comfortable rest. A thud, and his heart started pounding again. “Hey, are you awake?” He whispered, and you nodded your head before raising it off his chest to look at his eyes, “I still feel like, maybe this all a dream. Like I really don’t have another purpose except to fight for the Republic, but kriff, you’ve made me feel like I was made for a reason.” He said, reaching to kiss each of your cheeks. He paused over your lips for a moment, and before bringing them back down, you looked into his brown eyes, strained with worry, and something you couldn’t quite read. Anxiety?

“I’m in love with you.” He said, before bringing his lips to yours as if he couldn’t bear to hear your response. Your heart wanted to burst from your chest, and your grabbed his face to pull him in closer, bringing him deeper into you until you were on your back, him hovering over you and supporting his weight on his arms. Your dream man, your hero, your reason for coming home, your starlight boy, loved you. He really loved you. You surged forward to pull him closer, but the burning pain in your side snapped you out of it. He leaned himself back onto his side, tracing lazy patterns on your hip when you turned to him.

“I love you too.”

* * *

tag list: @literallydontlook

#captain rex x reader #rex x reader #clone trooper rex #captain rex #commander rex #star wars #tcw #buzzcut season

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What I find strange is that la mif know that Lola was crying the other day, and saw how Maya is hurt. So why they are so sure it’s « over over ». Like Bilal talked about How Lola will be with someone else, Redouane saying that Maya should meet new people.

Can they just say « you could talk and makes things better between the two of you, as you both hurting right now ».

Idk the break up seems so definitive. And imo Lola is appearing as the bad guy because no one seems to know that she broke up with Maya because she didn’t felt loved. Jo witnessing Lola saying hurting things to Maya, Tiff and Max saw the panic attacks…

Also they portraying the relation as toxic, as a spectator it’s hard to root for Mayla relationship since they are fighting since season 7 and don’t seems to know how to communicate.

this is longggg so i did a readmore but i’m on mobile so it might not work lol. i basically disagree with everything here, sorry 😭

“why are they so sure it’s over…why not suggest they talk” they literally already have? whilst maya doesn’t even accept the trailer breakup happened, la mif spend all of ep1 accepting it happened but thinking it’s temporary and can be undone. there’s a clip where max says he doesn’t want them to end up like his parents (divorced) and suggests maya texts lola. then there’s an entire clip dedicated to jo, again, telling maya she needs to reach out. when they discuss it at ping pong, they’re being light and casual. it’s only after ep1, when lola texts the group chat saying it’s over, that they take it more seriously. and what are they supposed to do then? push maya to ignore lola’s boundaries? she’s doing that by herself shsjsks

i don’t think they’re portraying lola as the bad guy. i don’t think anyone’s been shown as the definitive bad guy tbh. yes, maya’s issues are the major cause of this breakup, but i think the narrative’s been empathetic to her by immersing you in her POV. the whole “we know something maya doesn’t” thing works really well with that: we know not texting lola won’t end good, but maya thinks she just needs to offer time/space, and so we feel sorry for her, etc. the clement study clip is the most extreme maya’s been (biphobia, showing up uninvited, being insulting and dismissive). i think having lola react as she did in ep2’s finale was basically their way of balancing the scales of “toxicness” and saying that whilst she’s shown immense growth from s6, she still has a lot to learn: she had every right to be mad (maya just insulted her in public days ago, she’s under the assumption that maya is now interfering with her family by spreading lies), but she could’ve paused when maya denied the thierry thing and heard her out. she could’ve not cut maya off. she didn’t, and i don’t think any conversation they had that night would’ve been productive anyways, but like…they’re both flawed people lol. idk what to say. i think how they both act in arguments is incredibly in-character and doesn’t make them the bad guy. we’re only seeing jo/tiff/max see just the maya side of things bc of the pov format, but we know they’re still friends with lola and, like in the fence clip, are defending her and mostly think maya’s in the wrong. and yet! they haven’t actually taken sides! they’re treating both of them with kindness! la mif clearly don’t think there’s a bad guy either (the point of bilal’s comment on lola dating other people was more about maya’s biphobia imo, and the panic attack tiffax witnessed is also not entirely about her relationship either but that’s another topic lol).

“as a spectator it’s hard to root for them” i think this is an individual thing tbh, bc i don’t find it hard to root for them at all. i mean do i want them back together in this episode? absolutely not lol. any relationship they would have rn would be unhealthy as hell, which is what we’re seeing, and is why they’ve broken up. the show is literally saying love and history isn’t enough: both of them need to work on things, process their issues, seek help, learn to communicate better and exist without each other etc etc before a relationship would work. as for it seeming definitive: i can’t tell the future but i just don’t understand why anyone thinks they won’t be endgame lmao. i mean i wouldn’t even mind that much if they stayed friends and i still think they’re endgame. apart from s1 which was following the eva blueprint, when has skamfr not had an endgame? they brought back the old gen in s7 just to confirm an endgame (arthur/noee) and create another (alexia/new bf) lol. this is the first LI season, and their current most popular couple, and the writers love cheesy romantic moments. even if it’s rushed as hell, even if it doesn’t feel earned and is written terribly, they’re going to be endgame 😭 you’re free to feel however you want about that.

#long post #ask #anon #the epic highs of and lows of watching a skamverse wlw season live huh

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Fic Recs

Okay I’ve seen a few people make these lists, and I wanted to make one! I have a lot of fics that I just adore and I know I’m always have trouble finding new fics, so maybe this list will have some that y’all haven’t read yet;)

This post is gonna be dedicated to monogamous Sans/reader fics, but I’m planning on reblogging this post with a list of monogamous Papyrus/reader fics, and then one with poly/harem fics. I might also do one with little ficlets or fics that don’t have a relationship in them but are super good and worth reading;)

I’m always looking for more fics so please let me know if you have one I should check out!!

Also these fics aren’t in any particular order, mostly just whichever ones came up first in my “marked for later” page;) and apparently you can’t make nice looking links on mobile and my computer is having issues so bare with the messy format.

First Round: Sans/reader’s

Despite Everything it’s Still You by @crusnikroxas https://archiveofourown.org/works/13461474/chapters/30859359

(Sans/reader)

I LITERALLY CANNOT RECOMMEND THIS FIC ENOUGH- People who have followed me for awhile may have seen me gush over this fic many times, but it deserves all the gushing! It’s a delicious slowburn, and has such a unique take on soulmates and souls in general. It’s an amazing read full of humor, mystery, fluff, science, angst, and amazing characterization! I can’t do a long summary without spoiling anything but: The reader falls underground where she finds happiness, but what’s going on with her soul?

(CW: female reader, violence and eventual smut, alcohol mentions)

Cadaverous by @crusnikroxas https://archiveofourown.org/works/21808357/chapters/52040893

(HT!Sans/reader)

Another Cru one because they are great;) this one doesn’t have as many chapters yet but it is off to an amazing start! It takes place in the Horrortale universe when monsters are still underground and there aren’t a lot of those, so it’s pretty interesting.

(CW: female reader, violence, gore, eventual smut)

These Are Our Days by @Rehlia (for some reason I can’t tag sorry! But they do have a tumblr account with that name<3) https://archiveofourown.org/works/7244671/chapters/16447825

(Sans/reader)

Another slowburn!!! It’s set on the surface after the pacifist route. I love the characterization the author does and how they really get into the integration of monsters in human society as well as monster culture! Also I think Sans is written beautifully in this fic;)

(CW: female reader, eventual smut, some violence, and depictions of terrorism against monsters)

Big Cats Like Bones Too by @kertneyk https://archiveofourown.org/works/28020429/chapters/68640615

(UF!Sans/reader)

YALL THIS ONE IS SO GOOD TOO ANJSKSMSM- it’s by my bro kertney! I’ve reblogged all of the updates so chances are y’all have seen it already, but if you haven’t read it you totally should!! It’s another deliciously well written slow burn, and this fic has such a kickass reader omg- The reader is a were-leopard who has trouble with impulse control, and Sans is emotionally constipated, what happens when they come together?

(CW: female reader, cop reader, violence, eventual smut)

So You Think You’re Good Enough for MY Human? by AstroWritesStuff (aka @und3rwat3r-a5tr0naut ) https://archiveofourown.org/works/29381988/chapters/72178977

(UF!Sans/reader)

Astro is blessing us with this fic!!! I love it so far I can’t wait to see where it goes! It’s great and y’all should read it;) Sans likes reader, reader has a bitty Sans that hates big Sans - I just know this fic is gonna be good-

(CW: alcohol mentions)

Lost in Translation by ladyarkytiorofdunans https://archiveofourown.org/works/15316746/chapters/35536638

(Beasttale!Sans/reader)

I binged this one awhile ago but I really loved it!! I haven’t been able to find a lot of good beasttale!sans/reader’s but this one had me on the edge of my seat the whole time;)

(CW: violence, kidnapping, violence against monsters)

Also check out it’s sequel!! 725K https://archiveofourown.org/works/28918452/chapters/70949985

Star-crossed by @alch3mic https://archiveofourown.org/works/29095785/chapters/71422581

(Sans/reader)

Only has one chapter so far but OMG WAS SO GRIPPING AND I LOVED IT!!! I can already tell the world building is gonna be amazing. Basically the reader is a cool mage and so far is a baddie ;P also in this fic Sans is a mermaid!!!! I love me some mermaid fics<3

(CW: none yet<3)

Lights like Stars by Sebbybear https://archiveofourown.org/works/9787064/chapters/21979091

(Sans/reader)

I’ve gotta be honest it’s been awhile since I’ve read this one but I remember binging it and liking it;) it’s set after the pacifist route and it another great slowburn!

(CW: depictions and implied sexual assault, female reader)

Curious Laughter by Spiffysiffy https://archiveofourown.org/works/25947901/chapters/63073864

(Sans/reader)

I’ve gotta be honest, I’ve only read a few chapters but this fic is so fluffy and cute omg- Basically the reader is part of Papyrus’ study group and Sans takes a liking to them;)

(CW: none yet<3)

For a Bad Time by Welpthisismylifenow https://archiveofourown.org/works/28816350/chapters/70673976

(UF!Sans/reader)

This one is super funny;) not a lot of chapters yet but I’m invested!! It’s based on the whole trope of “they are best friends online and know each other in real life- but they don’t know it’s each other”? I don’t think I explained that well lmao

(CW: female reader, eventual smut, alcohol mentions)

Modern Love by MissWolfinger https://archiveofourown.org/works/23939803/chapters/57571432

(Sans/reader)

THIS ONE IS SO GOOD AJJAKAHANM- it’s another “they are best friends online and know each other in real life- but they don’t know it’s each other”? And its so well done lmao. I also really like how independent the reader is in this one;)

(CW: none I can think of??)

In the Woods Somewhere by WelpThisIsMyLifeNow https://archiveofourown.org/works/27316066/chapters/66740269

(HT!Sans/reader)

Not a lot of chapters yet but omg I love it!!! The reader is a security guard at the library Sans is using the archives of for a project. It’s a pretty good premise and I’m excited for more;)

(CW: none I can think of)

Blueberry Magic by flamingburningfandomtrash https://archiveofourown.org/works/22894261/chapters/54720940

(Sans/reader)

Another one that I haven’t read that much of but I’ve heard good things so I thought I would put it on the list;) a soulmate au where the reader has synesthesia and perhaps another secret 👀

(CW: mild smut, verbal abuse, named reader, female reader)

Little Bab(ies) Mine by CreativePoptart https://archiveofourown.org/works/21711805/chapters/51789190

(HT!Sans/pregnant!reader)

This is a short fic (six chapters) but it is soooooo cute!! It’s about Sans and the readers experience with their first pregnancy, very sweet and fluffy;)

(CW: AFAB reader, description of labor)

Not Your Doll. by LadyAnatares https://archiveofourown.org/works/6087736/chapters/13953901

(Sans/reader)

Okay this one I haven’t read at all but it’s been in my marked for later and it seems promising? It’s set after the pacifist route and its a super slowburn with Sans having a history with Toriel. I’m hoping to get to it soon, it has a lot of chapters lmao.

(CW: implied child abuse, monster discrimination, eventual smut)

Pursuit of Happiness by outindaylight https://archiveofourown.org/works/14465631/chapters/33419772

(Sans/reader)

THIS ONE AHHAKAJ IS GREAT!! It’s set after the pacifist route, focuses on monster integration, and is a slowburn. Sans works to open up a human and monster nightclub to help monster-human relations, and he commissions the artist reader to help and romance happens;)

(CW: violence against monsters, violence, female reader, mild sexual content)

Fur a Good Time, Call... by @popatochisssp https://archiveofourown.org/works/15881328/chapters/37005171

(HT!Sans/reader)

THIS ONE ANNAJAKA- probably the best HT!sans/reader I’ve ever read. It’s so sweet and fluffy - obviously it’s horrortale so dark stuff comes up a little but omg this fic had me 🥰🥺 pretty much the whole time! Okay basically the reader and Sans work at an animal shelter, and once they get talking.... you get the picture

(CW: dark themes of horrortale mentioned)

My Monster (CanuckTale) by AuroraDragon1983 https://archiveofourown.org/works/18727231/chapters/44419780

(Sans/reader)

I haven’t read this one either (it’s on my reading list I just haven’t gotten to it yet) but from what I’ve seen it looks promising. Reader finds Sans passed out on a riverbank and helps him out by taking him home and tending to him, once he wakes up, interesting conversations take place.

(CW: Soul intimacy)

A Bloody Meeting in the Woods by StickyGem636 https://archiveofourown.org/works/21911377/chapters/52299754

(HT!Sans/reader)

I personally had to stop reading this fic due to personal reasons/triggers but it’s really well written and I’m putting it on this list because I think other people might like it;) Basically, the reader lives in a remotely and they meet their skelebro neighbors through interesting bloody circumstances...

(CW: blood, female reader, misogyny)

Cave Bear by @llamagoddessofficial https://archiveofourown.org/works/26181586/chapters/63709984

(HF!Sans/reader)

Okay this one is one of the few horrorfell fics I’ve found and it takes place underground and so far it’s really good!

(CW: gore, broken limbs, cannibalism, violence, kidnapping, starvation)

Tangles by @popatochisssp https://archiveofourown.org/works/22458358/chapters/53663182#main

(HF!Sans/reader)

Another one of the few horrorfell fics I’ve found. This one doesn’t have a lot of chapters either but omg y’all it’s so sweet, it takes places on the surface and y’all hf!sans deserves all the hugs that man has been through so much-

(CW: none I can think of? The dark stuff underground might be mentioned eventually but as of now it’s pretty fluffy)

The Bystander Effect by Tinibopper https://archiveofourown.org/works/9533000/chapters/21556130

(Sans/reader)

I haven’t read this on yet either but it looks like a good one and one of my friends liked it;) the reader has a soul of bravery but she has extreme anxiety. Despite that, she can’t help but try to stop frisk from falling underground, I think y’all can guess what happens next;)

(CW: female reader)

The Skeleton Games by @poetax https://archiveofourown.org/works/8700787/chapters/19948357

(UF!Sans/reader)

This one is sooooo good y’all- basically the reader is a badass vampire and Sans is a tsundere little ass which leads to so many great comical scenes;) I could not put down this fic I’m telling y’all-

(CW: blood, heats, female reader)

Between Flesh & Bone by Darkina https://archiveofourown.org/works/5249321/chapters/12111500

(Sans/reader)

I binged this one awhile ago but I loved it!! It’s after the pacifist route and Sans is the night security guard where the reader works, the reader tends to work late.....

(CW: sexual harassment/assault, eventual smut)

The Mathematics of Love and Loss by OpalFruits https://archiveofourown.org/works/7898632/chapters/18042874

(Sans/reader)

This is another one I never finished due to personal reasons, but I’m putting it here because I think some of y’all might like it;) it’s after the pacifist route, war broke out again and Sans “recruits” the reader rebel to help the monsters...

(CW: blood, war, death, eventual smut)

Skeleton Kisses by docemoon145 https://archiveofourown.org/works/17428046/chapters/41029673

(Sans/reader)

Okay this one was so interesting and cool!! It really goes into the shocks that one my have while dating a skeleton and I like that it explores those instances in depth instead of skirting over it? It also led to a lot of laughs lmao and it’s a slowburn!! I like me some slowburns;) Basically the reader goes on a blind date to find that she’s set up with a skeleton. Sans the skeleton.

(CW: heats, eventual smut, female reader)

Teach Me How by bibliomaniac https://archiveofourown.org/works/6594973/chapters/15087157

(Sans/reader)

This one I’ve never read either lmao, but it looks good! I just don’t do great with the enemies to lovers trope, I’m more of a friends to lovers person;) but basically the Sans and the reader are teachers at Toriel’s school, they don’t like each other it’s a small school....

(CW: none I can see)

PAPYRUS IM COMING FOR YOU NEXT!!!!

#WHEW FINALLY DONE WITH THIS ONE #I hope you authors don’t mind the tag!! #Admittably the sans post is probably gonna be the longest because they are in the most abundance #I need more papyrus fics 😭😭 #BUT A LOT OF MY FAVES ARE ON THIS LIST AND THEY ARE SO GOOD AHAHJAANMA #it’ll probably be awhile before the next one lol #fic recs #fanfic recs #fanfiction recs #fanfiction reccomendations #undertale fanfics #sans/reader #yucky yaks

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi Steph!! I was wondering if you knew of any really long fics (like 25k or more) that are only one chapter, I travel a lot sometimes and some places don't really have good enough internet for multi chapter fics. So yeah, any really long one chapter fics about John and Sherlock would be appreciated. Thank you!

Hey Nonny!!

LOL OKAY FUNNY STORY. I almost replied to this with “oof I’ll have to read EVERYTHING so I’m sorry.... and then... I remembered.......

I put chapter counts on everything 🙃😐 

I’m not the brightest crayon in the box. 🖍 

Anyway, so yes, I can definitely rec you some fics! BUT I should also offer you two suggestions you can totally do to read ANY fic!

On Ao3, you can click on the “Entire Work” button to load ALL chapters of a fic (it’s the very first button along the top) and in turn you can then just read it all there! 

And the very last button along the top, you can Download copies of the fic to your phone or computer with eBook file types (AZw3 for Kindle, ePub for iPhone’s Books app, and MOBI is for other mobile devices and e-readers), the HTML if you want to read it as-is in a web-browser, or the PDF format which is a universal file format that is supported by everything, even web browsers, so it’s a good one to download if you don’t know what format you need :) If you read on an eReader, though, I can’t recommend enough just downloading the format for your device. You get to keep a copy of the fic AND the eReader keeps it nicely formatted. It’s a BRILLIANT, BEAUTIFUL feature that Ao3 gave us, because I like downloading all my fics and read them later in iBooks. Once you start that, Nonny, you can’t do it any other way. AND at the VERY END of the fics, it links BACK to the original post so you can bookmark, kudos, and comment on it!! <3

So yeah, two options you can do to solve your poopy internet and still read long fics hee hee! <3

ANYWAY EXCUSE FOR A NEW LIST LOL. 

ALSO, side note, check out @silentauroriamthereal; a large chunk of her fics are both long AND one chapter, so it’s a good place to go and she’s a brilliant author so I don’t think you’ll be disappointed! <3 Plus a lot of her fics are on this list, so I am sorry hahah.

AND I wanted to make the list a bit longer than I had, so I picked fics over 20K, if that’s alright :) As always, if you wrote a 20k+ single chapter fic, let us know!

SINGLE CHAPTER FICS OVER 20K WORDS

A Life Well-Lived by Kate_Lear (E, 20,121 w., 1 Ch. || Original Male Character, Sherlock Woos John, Jealous Sherlock, Reluctant Bi-John, Past Abuse, Insecure John, Reassuring / Caring Sherlock, Protective Sherlock, Understanding Sherlock) – John got scared off men by an abusive past relationship. Sherlock has to try and woo him while not scaring him off with protective possessive rage.

The White Lotuses by SilentAuror (E, 20,340 w., 1 Ch. || Slow Burn, Domestic, Romance) – One day John realises that he just isn't where he belongs, which is back at Baker Street with Sherlock. So he goes back and Sherlock, in his own way, courts him. Romance.

Out of the Woods by SilentAuror (E, 20,471 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting, Drunk Sex, Practical Jokes, POV Sherlock, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Pining Sherlock, Frustrated Wanking, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss/Time, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Bum Appreciation, Hanging out with the Yard) – Sherlock is fairly certain that John has taken to flirting with him of late, but can't be entirely certain of it. At least, not until a case takes them into a forest, along with Lestrade's team and something happens that will change everything about their lives...

You're On the Air by prettysailorsoldier (M, 20,616 w., 1 Ch. || Unilock, Matchmaking, Radio, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Flirting, Bisexual John) – The Consulting Detective and The Woman dominate the airwaves of their university radio station, doling out advice on everything from meeting the parents to sexual positions. When their ratings start to dip before the holidays, however, manager Mike thinks it's time for some fresh blood, and who better to fill in the gaps than rugby captain--and notorious flirt--John Watson? Part 1 of 25 Days of Johnlock

whiskies neat by Ellipsical (E, 20,660 w., 15 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, POV Second Person Sherlock, Slow Burn, One Night Stand, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Anal, Soldier John, Crying, Emotional Lovemaking, Switchlock) – Home and hearth and whiskies neat, or, alternatively, Sherlock Holmes falls in love.

Achieving the Together-Coloured Instant by teahigh (E, 20,776 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel, PTSD, Codependency, Fluff & Angst, H/C, Smut, Demisexual Sherlock, Experiments) – John wonders if this is how it’s going to be: A life speaking in code, because they’re both too stupid to figure out how to say, “I love you.”

Winter's Delights by Kate_Lear (E, 21,173 w., 1 Ch. || Holmes Family, Christmas, Fake Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Bed Sharing, Domestics) – Sherlock takes John home for Christmas to meet the extended Holmes family. Part 1 of Winter's Delights

Love Is by SilentAuror (E, 21,508 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, UST / URT, Post HLV, Romance) – At Mrs Hudson’s urging, Sherlock finally decides to tell John how he feels about him. Part 1 of Love Is

echoes through time by chellefic (E, 21,619 w., 1 Ch. || First Time, Romance, ACD & BBC, Epistolary) – Mummy sends a trunk from the Holmes cottage in Sussex to 221B. Its contents alter the way John and Sherlock see themselves and one another.

Ghost Stories by SwissMiss (M, 22,256 w., 1 Ch. || Pining, Holmes Family, Christmas, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, First Time) – Sherlock's parents think he and John are a couple. They might be onto something.

Sonatina in G Minor by SilentAuror (E, 22,574 w., 1 Ch. || Case Fic, POV Sherlock, Angst, UST, Sherlock’s Violin, Post-S3, Romance) – John has come back to Baker Street, but Sherlock doesn't understand the strange tension between them, even after he begins teaching John to play the violin at John's request.

The Kepler Problem by kinklock (E, 24,270 w., 1 Ch. || Sci-Fi AU, Alien Sherlock, Space Repairman John, Alien Biology, Horny John) – Working in uncharted space exploration was not as exciting as John had hoped, especially when it turned out to be mostly bot maintenance on uninhabited planets. However, the mystery of the repeated, unexplained malfunctions on planet BAK 2212 might turn out to be exactly the kind of adventure he'd been craving.

26 Pieces by Lanning (E, 28,236 w., 1 Ch. || H/C, Torture, First Time, Happy Ending, Schmoop, Past Abuse) – Mycroft gives Sherlock the apparently simple task of solving a puzzle box containing a stolen microchip. It isn't simple.

The Wisteria Tree by SilentAuror (E, 29,773 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S3, Emotional Love Making, Amnesia/Memory Loss, Sherlock Loves John So Much, Sherlock POV, Romance, Angst with Happy Ending, First Times, Hurt/Comfort, Est. Rel., Retirement) – Sherlock wakes up from a month-long coma only to discover that he has no memory of the previous six years to his own shock as well as John's...

Shallow Grave by SilentAuror (E, 31,672 w., 1 Ch. || Romance, Angst, HLV Fix It, Infidelity, Pining Sherlock, First Person POV Sherlock) – Starts as Sherlock's plane is taking off at the end of His Last Vow. When he finds out that Moriarty is alive and that he's being recalled from his mission, Sherlock decides that he should have told John how he felt before he left. So he walks off the plane and kisses him.

The Midas Touch by flawedamythyst (E, 32,231 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Magical Realism || John has a Magical Cock, Dub Con, Healer John) – John Watson has a medical condition that means everyone he sleeps with is instantly healed of all illness and injury. This causes complications when Sherlock breaks his arm, and even more complications when Sherlock falls in love with him. Yes, this is a story where John has a literal magic healing cock. It's a lot less cracky than you're probably imagining. Warning: Contains complex issues of sexual consent, although not between Sherlock and John.

The Whore of Babylon Was a Perfectly Nice Girl by out_there (E, 32,897 w., 1 Ch. || Past Drug Use, Blowjobs, Toplock, Mentions of Switching, Rough Sex, Background Cases, Sherlock’s Past, Sherlock’s Sexual History, Experienced Sherlock, Past One Night Stands, Fingering, Cuddling, Possessive Sherlock, Paris Holiday, Bed Sharing, Naked Lie-Ins, Bathing Together, Confessions, Worried Sherlock, Laying in Bed All Day, Meddling Mycroft, Naked Lazy Day) – Sherlock walks into a room and takes all the space right out of it. He does the same inside John's head.

Our Enthusiasms Which Cannot Always Be Explained by withoutawish (M, 32,961 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas, Fluff and Angst, H/C, Post-TRF, Case Fic, Mild Gore, Sherlock Whump) – The list that is tacked haphazardly on the refrigerator of 221B reads, ‘Kidney(s), and/or a full cadaver (preferably male, late 30s, under six feet tall), bag of fresh toes, sixteen cow’s eyes (corneas retained), dual exhaust hand –held flame thrower, an unopened first edition copy of Joseph Conrad’s 'Heart of Darkness', and no less than ten abhorrently gruesome murders in the upcoming month.” The one neatly hanging next to it simply reads, “Sex.” One of these lists is not John Watson’s. If John Watson were to put what he really wanted in list form, to live in a land somewhere beyond ‘almosts' now that Sherlock Holmes has indeed returned to him, he would never be able to look his flatmate in the eye ever again.

Bedtime Stories by Liketheriver (M, 34,388 w., 1 Ch. || Emotional H/C, Romance, Angst & Humour, Bed Sharing, John First Person, TRF, John Whump) – John's POV during Season 2 and beyond when Sherlock takes up semi-permanent residence in his bed. A collection of codas and missing scenes wrapped up into one long fic and topped with a bow that takes the story beyond Reichenbach and into happy territory once more. Part 1 of Bedtime Universe

The Yellow Poppies by SilentAuror (E, 34,952 w., 1 Ch. || H/C, Nightmares, HLV Fix-It, PTSD, Trauma, POV Sherlock, Doctor John) – Sherlock is threatened and assaulted in the hospital immediately after having been shot in the heart, first by Mary, then by Magnussen. As he recovers at Baker Street with John and plans the attack on Appledore with Mycroft, he fights to work through the trauma caused by these two visits. Set during His Last Vow.

The Unfinished Letters by SilentAuror (E, 37,391 w., 1 Ch. || Post S3 / S3 / HLV Fix it, Angst with Happy Ending, Romance, Infidelity, Depression, Case Fic, POV Third Person Sherlock, Love Confessions, Pining Sherlock, Letters) – A fire at Baker Street leads John to read something he was never intended to see: a notebook of half-written, unfinished letters Sherlock wrote during his time away...

Set in Stone by SilentAuror (E, 39,309 w., 1 Ch. || Romance, Wedding, Therapy, Fluff and Angst) – Sherlock and John are back from Ravine Valley and planning their wedding. However, as they move past the trial of the human traffickers, Sherlock can't help but wonder if he's imagining that John is becoming a little distant. Surely he isn't getting cold feet about the wedding... Part 2 of The Ravine Valley series

Act IV by SilentAuror (E, 39,707 w., 1 Ch. || First Person POV Sherlock, HLV Fix-It, Infidelity, Angst, Drama) – After Sherlock is shot, John moves back into Baker Street. They spend the autumn together as John tries to make sense of his life and make some important decisions about both Mary and Sherlock. Canon-compliant, excerpts from His Last Vow.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by SilentAuror (E, 50,635 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4/S4 Divergence, Case Fic, For a Case / Reverse Fake-Relationship, Conferences, Marriage Equality, Travelling / New York, Pride, Homophobia, Bottomlock, Marriage Proposal, John POV, Sexuality, Love Confessions, Emotional Love Making, Public Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Passionate Kissing, Needy/Clingy Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Touching / Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Little Spoon Sherlock, Intense Orgasms) – John and Sherlock go to New York to attend a conference run by the National Defence of Traditional Marriage Coalition in order to investigate the potential bombing of the annual Manhattan Pride parade. As the conference unfolds, John finds himself repulsed by the toxic ideology being presented, which becomes relevent to his own unacknowledged issues and his friendship with Sherlock...

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