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Lockdown
Pairing: David "Deacon" Kay x fem!reporter!reader
Summary: While covering a court hearing, you get taken hostage with your favorite S.W.A.T. sergeant.
Warnings: spoilers for S.W.A.T. 4x16 "Lockdown"; angst, fluff!!, reader is flirty
Word Count: 2.8k+ words
A/N: This is one of my top 5 favorite episodes and I'm actually planning another rewrite with one of the others! I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think! (And thank you for telling me how good this episode is, you were 100% right about how good Deacon looked @katamcauley!)
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“Here’s your next assignment,” your editor says, laying a paper on your desk. “Civilian is suing the LAPD for damages, and the case is going to court tomorrow.”
“North L.A. County Courthouse?” you ask.
“Yes.” She sighs before adding, “And I already checked. Your favorite distraction isn’t set to testify tomorrow.”
“Boo. Can I have a different assignment?”
You bat your eyelashes as you ask, but she laughs and walks away without answering. Shaking your head, you begin reviewing the facts of the case. Covering court hearings is neither the best nor worst part of your job, but at least you get a break from the office for an hour or two.
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“So legal affairs confirmed that the defense attorney only needs us as rebuttal witnesses. Should be out of here in no time,” Deacon tells Hondo as they sign in after surrendering their weapons at the courthouse entrance.
“Yeah, okay, Deac,” Hondo answers sarcastically. “When was the last time you got out of court in no time?”
“Today would be the first.”
“Exactly. And it becomes less likely if your friend is working today.”
Deacon rolls his eyes but doesn’t deny it.
“You know, I got to be honest, man, a civilian gets injured in a raid, and the officer who broke down the door admits he was at fault? I’m just not sure how I feel about being called in to testify on behalf of the city,” Hondo states as he walks through the metal detector.
“It’s not anything we haven’t done dozens of times before,” Deacon argues.
“S.W.A.T. was just there for support.”
As Deacon and Hondo near the courtroom door, someone calls, “Sergeants… Tony Jacobs, assistant city attorney. Thanks for coming in early. I know it’s a pain.”
“Eh, it’s not a problem,” Hondo replies, shaking Tony’s hand. “Beats dealing with the morning rush. Hey, listen, you seem to have a good amount of testimony for this case already. Why do you need us?”
“Cut right to the chase, huh? Well, frankly, what this woman is asking for in damages is excessive. Testimony from two S.W.A.T. sergeants could go a long way in the court. Just follow my lead on the stand. We’ll be out of here in a jiff. Our courtroom’s on the third floor.”
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After finding the courtroom, you sit and sigh in relief. You somehow managed to pick your most uncomfortable pair of shoes today, so you’re glad to sit in the courtroom for a while. Leaning over your notebook and taking a few quick notes, you don’t hear the door open.
Deacon and Hondo enter the courtroom, and Hondo sees you first.
“And he’s gone,” he hums as Deacon notices you.
Someone says your name and the underlying teasing tone alerts you to Sergeant David ‘Deacon’ Kay’s presence behind you. Smiling, you turn to greet him.
“Hello, Sarge,” you say, looking up at him. “You clean up nice.”
Deacon shakes his head before muttering, “So do you.”
“Are you testifying?”
Deacon glances toward the door, where Hondo is talking to the assistant city attorney. “That’s… to be determined.”
“Well, I hope you are because then I don’t have to take very good notes.”
“Why is that?”
“Because,” you whisper, leaning toward him, “it’s a conflict of interest.”
“You’re a journalist,” Deacon says, “I don’t think that applies to you.”
“My editor will beg to differ. If you’re testifying I may spend too long describing your big, brown, puppy dog eyes or how great you look in your suit.”
“Okay,” Deacon interjects, chuckling as he raises his hands. “Easy, Casanova.”
“I can’t help it Sergeant Kay,” you reply, fanning yourself for effect.
Hondo calls him over, and Deacon taps your arm as he says, “See you.”
“Promise?”
He chuckles again as he nods, turning away from you. Looking down, you wish you had chosen a different pair of shoes.
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“I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was having second thoughts about testifying,” Hondo states.
“What’s the problem?” Jacobs asks.
“Feels like you’re using S.W.A.T.’s reputation to score points that you can’t get any other way.”
“I’m not asking you to lie, Sergeant.”
“I’m not sure I’m down to be used like that.”
“You’re kidding. You spring this on me right now? You’re a public servant, same as me. We both have obligations to the city.”
“No, we have obligations to the citizens, not the city.”
Jacobs steps away as Deacon approaches.
“You serious about this?” Deacon asks.
“I’m serious, Deacon. I’m just about done with ‘business as usual’ these days.”
Hondo turns to look into the courtroom, but Deacon’s gaze strays to you. You’re the “friend” Hondo referred to, and you and your editor know how you feel about him. If only you could find a way to tell each other.
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The bailiff walks out of the courtroom, and you turn to watch him exit, your eyes catching Deacon’s as he looks over, too. Deacon and Hondo stand quickly.
“Those are gunshots,” Hondo announces. “Sounds like downstairs.”
Judge Vang presses the alarm on her desk before announcing, “Everyone, stay where you are. This is an active shooter alarm.”
The door closes, and Deacon rushes to it, trying to open it before saying, “It’s locked, won’t budge.”
“Deac,” you call. “The panel on the wall controls the automatic door locks.”
“Your Honor, open that door right now,” Hondo demands.
You walk to Deacon’s side, murmuring, “She can’t do anything to override the lock after pressing the alarm.”
“We have a protocol, Sergeant,” Judge Vang replies. “This is my courtroom. I’m responsible for the lives in it.”
“And we’re responsible for the ones out there!” Hondo says.
Deacon taps your arm, nodding at you before returning his attention to the panel.
Hondo calls Luca, explaining, “Deac and I are locked down in a courtroom on the third floor. Active shooter protocol. The security system’s turned this place in a panic room, and we are stuck without firearms. What’d you find out about the shooters?”
Hondo walks to your side as Deacon pops the control panel open.
“Deac, we got four armed inmates downstairs. Sounds like a barricade situation. Luca, they make any demands?”
“There hasn’t been contact yet,” Luca answers.
Tan reads off their IDs, and you unconsciously lean closer to Deacon.
“We’re flying blind here, Luca,” Hondo says. “Listen, you’re senior man on-site. You are in charge now. The team is in your hands.”
Hondo ends the call, and Deacon continues working on the panel, glancing over at you when you take a deep breath.
The panel beeps as something clicks, and Deacon asks Hondo to try the door.
“You got it, Deac, it’s open,” Hondo whispers.
“Don’t go out there unarmed,” Judge Vange implores.
“We are not doing anybody any good locked in here.”
“I know you’re S.W.A.T. but there’s safety protocols for a reason. It’s best if we all stay put,” Jacobs adds.
“Listen,” Deacon says, stepping away from you. “The two of us are gonna go get the lay of the land. We’ll be back.”
“We will be back,” Hondo promises.
You grab Deacon’s bicep before he can open the door. “Do not get hurt out there,” you demand quietly.
Deacon raises his hand to cover yours where it rests on his arm. “I promise to come back for you. Nothing will happen to me because I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ll knock three times, okay?”
You nod, releasing him and waiting by the door, kicking your shoes off as you impatiently away his return.
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“Sounds like they’re headed our way, taking hostages,” Hondo says as he and Deacon enter the stairwell.
“They’re desperate,” Deacon adds. “That means they’re dangerous.”
“No one’s safe, we’ve gotta evacuate.”
They enter a hallway as Deacon says, “There’s got to be a fire escape or some way out of here.”
“Deac, check the windows… A building covered in windows and none of them open.”
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You pace before the door, ignoring the whispers of the other people in the courtroom. Deacon is taking too long, and when he gets back, maybe you should tell him that your flirting isn’t an act, that you really mean it.
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After the third knock ends, you slowly push the door open, releasing a relieved sigh when Deacon steps inside. He pulls you into a quick hug before announcing, “We’ve got an exit plan. We found a set of windows on the other side of the floor.”
“No way,” Jacobs argues. “We’ll be sitting ducks out there. We’re better off here.”
“Listen to me, all of you,” Hondo calls. “The gunmen are breaking into rooms and taking hostages. They’re gonna be up here very soon. We cannot stay. You’ve got to trust us.”
“No way, I’m not going,” Jacobs replies.
“You’re making a mistake. Come on, let’s go,” Deacon says, ushering people toward the door.
As Deacon leads, you look him over, glad to see he looks exactly the same as when he left. It took getting trapped in a courtroom with him to admit that your obnoxious flirtations are a disguise for how much he truly affects you and how much you care for and adore him.
“I got ya,” Deacon promises as his hand slips into yours, leading you through the empty hallways.
He directs you to the window, bringing up the end of the line. When it’s your turn to jump onto the rescue pad, you stop and push back against Deacon, where his hand rests on your back.
“You aren’t jumping,” you accuse.
“Not yet,” he answers. “We need to help the other hostages.”
“Then I’m not leaving either.”
Deacon looks at Hondo, who only shrugs. He’s not getting in the middle of whatever you and Deacon have going on.
“I know this courthouse better than either of you,” you point out. “I can help.”
“You can stay on one condition,” Deacon answers severely. “Do exactly what I say when I say. If I tell you to run or hide or come back here and jump, you do it.”
You nod, taking Deacon’s hand as you whisper, “I promise.”
“Let’s go then,” Hondo says, pointing back to the window.
“Where are your shoes?” Deacon asks quietly as his hand moves to your lower back.
“I left them in the courtroom,” you answer as if it’s obvious.
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Running down the stairs behind Deacon, you press your hand to his back as Hondo signals for you to stop. Someone is shooting below you, and you’re glad to be with Deacon.
“We got to go back,” Hondo says.
“Tan’s texting,” Deacon alerts, walking further into an empty room to call him. “We heard gunshots. They firing at you guys?” he asks.
“No, not at us, just the rescue bag,” Luca answers.
Deacon looks over at you, knowing that his only choice now is to keep you close and safe.
“They’re rounding people up in here,” Hondo states. “It looks like all four of these guys are armed now.”
As Deacon and Hondo listen to the deputy explain where the key to the weapon locker is, you trace your eyes over Deacon’s face, letting his very presence keep you calm.
“That’s two floors down,” Hondo muses.
“Won’t be easy with them patrolling,” Deacon agrees.
“We just need time to get our guns, Luca.”
Deacon ends the call, wrapping his arm around you to lead the way.
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Deacon keeps you between him and Hondo, but after you enter the deputy’s office, he pushes you behind him as he looks through the drawers.
“Hey, that’s our courtroom upstairs,” Deacon points out, looking at the camera monitors. “There’s Jacobs.”
“Deacon,” Hondo breathes out, watching the men take Jacobs. “We should’ve tried harder to get him to come with us.”
“Hey, we didn’t have time. And listen, you deciding not to testify, that wasn’t exactly fair to him.”
“What, that wasn’t fair to Jacobs?” Hondo repeats incredulously. “What about the plaintiff? A city attorney shouldn’t be allowed to take a case and reassign it to bend justice.”
“All right, do some of these guys care more about winning than justice? Yeah,” Deacon admits. “But we got to work within the system.”
“We can’t do that anymore, Deac. What do you think?”
You point to yourself in question, surprised to be pulled into the conversation. Luckily, before you can reply, Deacon finds the key and pulls you into his side as he leads you out.
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“Door’s busted, they beat us here,” Deacon whispers, an arm extended over your waist as he keeps you against the wall.
“Be careful, they might still be in there,” Hondo warns.
You enter between them, sighing when you see the damage done.
“They have our guns.”
“Tan says Diaz knows we’re here,” Deacon says, looking at his phone.
Adrian Diaz yells, “Harrelson, Kay! We know you fools are down here. If you give up now, we won’t kill you.”
“Deac, give me your phone,” Hondo requests. “Give it to me.”
“Really going to make a call right now, Hondo?” you ask lightly.
Hondo slides the phone into his sock, tugging his pant leg over it. He points at you and then at the ceiling.
“Okay,” Deacon answers, nodding as he pulls you to the desk.
Deacon stands on the desk, pushing a ceiling tile up and over. Hondo helps you onto the desk, and then Deacon lifts you up into the ceiling, following shortly behind you.
His hand finds yours as you wait in the dark, holding you gently. You listen as Hondo is taken away, and after a moment of silence, Deacon slides the ceiling tile away. He grips the rafter, lowering slowly and silently onto the desk below. Turning, he raises your hands, grabbing your hips and lowering you gently.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his hands holding you firmly.
Nodding, you let him help you from the desk before following him.
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Standing beside him, you listen as Deacon calls his team, holding his hand in both of yours.
“Hey, it’s Deacon. Hondo’s been taken,” he reports. “Well, I managed to hide. Hondo gave himself up so we both wouldn’t get caught. We made it to the gun locker, but it was empty. They beat us to it. They were calling for us by name. Not sure how they knew we were here… They took Hondo to courtroom 1, first floor with the other hostages. Listen, I know Diaz set up a deadline. How much time we got? Tell me you guys have a plan… Wait a second, I remember three stairwells…”
You tune him out, preferring to focus on the feeling of him beside you rather than the danger of the situation. Looking down at his hand, you wonder if you’ll get to tell him.
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“They’re bringing my team in a helicopter,” Deacon whispers, waiting in a stairwell.
“And then what?” you reply.
“Remember your promise.”
You nod, squeezing Deacon’s hand. You trust him, and you will do anything and everything he tells you. Deacon releases your hand kindly, whispering for you to wait as he goes up the stairs.
“We’re good. It’s Deac,” Street whispers.
Deacon gestures for you to join him on the next landing.
“Hey. You all right?” someone asks.
“I’m good,” Deacon answers.
He puts a bulletproof vest over your head before pulling his own on.
“Stay here.”
“But,” you begin, trailing off when Deacon cups your face in his hands.
“I will come back for you, every time. But I need you to stay here so I know you’re safe.”
You nod, mouthing, “I trust you.”
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The door bangs open, hitting the wall behind it. You look around the corner slowly, rushing toward Deacon when you see him. He extends his hands, passing you your shoes. Taking them, you immediately drop them as you wrap your arms over Deacon’s shoulders and pull yourself as close as possible to him.
“Thank you for coming back. For keeping me safe,” you say against his neck.
“I’ll always come back for you,” he reminds you, his grip tight around your waist. “Will you let me take you to dinner for your bravery?”
Smiling, you pull back and counter, “Let me make you dinner for saving my life.”
“Good food and good company? Maybe I should save you more often.”
“Or you could just ask me on a date. Everyone else can see that I have a huge crush on you.”
“Let’s see how dinner goes first,” Deacon jokes.
“You’re not very good at this.”
“Then teach me your ways, Casanova,” Deacon replies, leaning forward to catch your lips.
Sighing against him, you’re glad you got this assignment and finally found the courage to admit how you feel about him to yourself. Now you must find a way to tell Deacon how you feel, though you think this kiss is a good start.
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I still don't think that the past decades were a lie. I think it would be impossible for someone to play a role for 20+ years and 24/7. I hope one day we will see the old Chris again.//
I agree, Maja. I'm fully team PR and personally I think he's less active because he clearly knows what a mess this is. Whatever he does and says now, people will attack him. There were probably always people like that, but now it's worse bc the fandom knows what kind of person he attached himself to. A lot of them still believe it's real despite all the tells that it's not, and he knows it makes him look like a hypocrite. Yes, it was his choice to do this, and Idk whether his team knew everything about her or not (I'm guessing they did; I don't know if he knew), but bottom line, it's too late now and he has to see it through.
If I were him, I'd probably be thinking it's better to just not say anything during this time and hunker down until it's over. But when it finally is, I think Chris needs to take some time to get his head on straight and especially to clean out both his professional and personal circles. Again, if I were him, anyone who gleefully enabled this disaster would be out.
Exactly. Whatever he posts, or does, will be turned against him. As long as he is with her, this won't change. I understand why some people think this is real, despite my thinking it is not. I think it's important to see both sides, because that's when you can be as neutral as you can. I like hearing people explain why they think it is real, but I must admit that most of the time I disagree with them.
As you said, being together with Alba makes him a hypocrite. And it seems like he knows that too. I mean, let's be honest, even if it's not the only reason, it's certainly one of the reasons for example why he isn't as active on ASP as he used to be.
I'm not sure they knew everything. To me, a lot of things in this whole whatevership seem so rushed. The reason why I think they might not have known about those things is because, why would've they been fine with it? Why would've they thought that people would be fine with it? And most importantly, why wouldn't they have told them to delete those things? And if they refused, why did they still go with her? I still don't think Chris knew anything, since I'm sure he wouldn't have been fine with it.
I agree big time with him needing to do a cleansing. He needs to get rid of a lot of people from his life. Some people seem really toxic who are part of his life, and if this is truly PR, his team (Chris too) made a huge mistake.
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I feel like I sent one in but angsty fluff with the 11th Doctor?
Do Timelords Dream? [Eleventh Doctor x Reader]
Fandom: Doctor Who
Ship: Eleventh Doctor x Reader
Word Count: 1241
※Thank you for the request! I hope I did an okay job executing angst and fluff. I really love the concept of vulnerability when it comes to writing it for characters, anyways, happy reading!※
Timelords don’t need that much sleep,
But when they do, dreams feel real,
So do nightmares.
You let yourself in the Tardis since the Doctor gave you a key, but as soon as you were about to call for him, he came rushing out, tumbling and a bit messy and unkempt, looking a bit panicked, “Oi! You’re earlier than usual!” he was a bit out of breath as he leaned against the console, after balancing himself, he looked at you, and you saw him feel a wave of relief and relaxed a bit as he sighs.
“You good there, Doctor?” you asked, concerned with the sudden panicked-looking timelord, as he was fixing his appearance using the reflection of the monitor on the console, “Had a sudden thought, but nothing serious.” he insisted as he adjusted his bowtie, you just nodded in response, thinking that he just was surprised by your sudden arrival in the Tardis.
He would be physically close to you a lot, he looked anxious the entire time when the both of you were on a different planet, he was fidgety as he was offered to do most of the work, leaving you to stand around and basically do nothing. You’d brush it off since maybe he was just a bit tired and didn’t want to let his tiredness catch up to him while the two of you were on a different planet.
You were spacing out on what is happening to the Doctor, until you feel him grabbing you by the hand and running away from a group of Daleks, “Oi! You have legs too, use them to run away!” he was still holding your hand as he was trying to formulate a plan in his head.
He turned and opened a door, and grabbed you out of the hallway into a small closet-like space, before taking a small peek to see of they lost the Daleks, unknown to him, he was practically pressing against you. When he realized how close he was to you, he quickly stumbled backward and blushed a bit before catching his breath. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he frantically looks at you, hoping that you were totally fine.
The two of you carefully snuck back to the Tardis, not wanting another chaotic chase to happen, as the Doctor was struggling a bit to stay awake.
“Doctor, I think you need to rest-”
“Rest? I don’t need rest.” He was already gripping on the edge of the console to keep his balance,
“Doctor. Please, you look like you haven’t slept for weeks, you looked tired even before we started to land earlier.” You approached closer to him, helping him to his bed.
He sighs as he gave up arguing with you and let you help him to his bed, as he sat down, undid his bowtie, before laying on his side, you sat on the end of the bed, just to stay there until he falls asleep, but one thing you noticed is this, the Doctor looked uneasy.
“You wanna tell me what’s bothering you? Or do you wanna sleep it off?” You scoot closer to him and brush his messy hair away from his face.
He shakes his head in response, and he was silent.
“Doctor, you listened to me when I have problems of my own, and it’s rare for you to have problems, you know I can listen to you, right?” you brush your fingers on his cheek.
“I’m sorry..” he sniffles quietly, as he wiped his face before looking at you and clearing his throat,
“If I’m being honest….I’m afraid of sleeping.” he admits, “If dreams feel real, So do nightmares, ever since..I’ve been getting more nightmares than dreams, and I’ve been getting less and less sleep, cause i’m afraid, afraid of feeling and seeing the same old nightmare, and having to experience that over and over, and the worst part is when I wake up, I know it’s a possibility that the nightmare I saw can happen in reality.” he rambles as he looks away, to hide the forming tears in his eyes.
You felt your heart sink as you see him in a state of pain that is different from your adventures of him, it was the first time you see him in this way,
“Ever since losing the Ponds, I don’t want people to get too close to me, because I know they’ll get hurt because of me, and I-I’m afraid, that you’ll get hurt and I wasn’t there to help you.” he curls up into a ball, “That’s why I keep people at a distance until you came along.” He sat up and held your hands, in an effort to search for comfort.
“And what made me avoid sleeping, every time I do, the nightmare I see is the same, All I see is you dying, over and over again, and I felt absolutely powerless and couldn’t do anything about it.” His hands start to shake at the thought of it as he buries his face in your shoulder, “It made me realize how scared I am to lose you, it made me realize how much I love and need you, even though I don’t know if you feel the same, and I don’t want my emotions to make you leave or push me away.” Your heart sinks yet again as he rambled.
After admitting all of that, You suddenly hugged him, blushing madly. At first, he tensed up at the sudden move, but relaxes for the first time in a while, his unstable breathing became more stable and calm as you continued to hold him in your arms, “Doctor, the feeling of love is mutual.”
He pulled away suddenly, and looked at you in disbelief, “Are you serious?!” he exclaimed as he held your shoulders, you just nodded and laughed a bit from his reaction, which made him pull you in a tight embrace, “That’s brilliant!” He laughs and sways you in the embrace before he turns his head to yawn.
“But you still have to get some sleep, Doctor.” you tapped his nose as you attempt to tuck him in, but he gently grabs your hand,
“Please stay.”
“Doctor, I don’t know if I could-” you were cut off when He pulled you onto the bed as he crawled on top of you, making you speechless and blush hard. Seeing your reaction, the Doctor laughed before falling onto the space next to you, you could just roll your eyes and chuckle a bit,
“But I’m serious though, If I have another nightmare, I need someone to pull me out of it.” He looks at you, and caressing your face, “And I want to spend alone time with you, minus the danger, sometimes.” he smiles
“Alright, I’ll stay here with you.” You made yourself comfortable and laid on your side to face him, as soon as you settled down, he scoots closer and cuddles you as he slowly got sleepier.
“Doctor?”
“Hm?”
“I’ll save you from your nightmares.”
“Thank you, love.” He drifts off to sleep, as he softly snores.
You slowly fell asleep not long after him, and the both of you had the most peaceful sleep of your lives,
He still does need as much sleep, but he’s relieved that his nightmares are replaced with dreams, daydreams, and the feeling of being on cloud nine, every time he’s with you.
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※ It's been a while since I wrote something, I took a few days off for myself to rest, but getting back to this was really fun, (and testing my grammar when it comes to english hahaoof) but yee, see ya'll in the next fic/request! ※
#doctor who#eleventh doctor x you#eleventh doctor x reader#eleventh doctor#doctor who x you#doctor who x reader#11th doctor#11th doctor x you#11th doctor x reader#dw fanfic#x reader
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AFTG
Tw(all mention) child abuse,SA/rope,
Cw- Mostly just sfw
Andrew/neil.
(things that I noticed+my thoughts and speculations)(head cannons)
Things that the fandom asks for but I don't think we can really handle, But we really want it....
Let's be honest we say we want to see Andrew actually genuinely smiling expressing his happiness but let's be completely honest we wouldn't be able to handle that, my heart would literally implode (especially with the head Cannon of him having dimples OMG dig me an early grave)
When I really think about Andrew genuinely crying I just can't handle it even thinking about it makes me want to cry; Him physically expressing that he's in pain would actually mentally hurt me
Already knowing that he's in pain hurts but him showing it would actually break my heart, he's definitely a pretty crier and silent crier too.
2. You know the scene on the roof when Andrew gets back from rehab, I vividly remember him turning away from Neil to put on his arm bands and when I think about it I start thinking he doesn't turn away from him to just hide his scars, Andrew just doesn't want Neil to pity him
especially after seeing him in such a weak state after the incident at Thanksgiving and seeing him genuinely helpless and weak, he just doesn't't want Neil to think he needed his pity and treat him any differently or even think he's weak
(am I precisely remembered somewhere in the extra content Andrew openly admits to not wanting neil to pity him)
But let's be completely honest during the whole series of us reading the all for the game Neil never really shows any pity for anyone.
I know people like to regularly joke around and like to show neil as this supreme joker and prankster and up his sassiness to a level higher than a supreme,
But let's be completely honest for a moment not only does Neil rarely socialize with people he most definitely rarely smiles for anyone and honestly he only shows a little bit more emotion than Andrew
And when I think of Neil's emotional expression level compare him to todoroki cuz he's just as dense and he's just as bad at showing his emotions.
And we most definitely don't see nail smile very often like go back and reread the whole book and there's only a few moments Neil smiles 2+
And the only person we really see him smile for is Andrew which is cute and is completely adorable to think about he smiles a lot more often around Andrew(Andrew is able to make neil smile by just being himself and that's really cute)
Physical affection.
I know people like to write Neil as someone who is starving for physical affection look I have a love-hate relationship with that thought on one hand it's really adorable but on the other hand I don't like how people completely ignore how awkward Neil is when it comes to physical affection,
Like are we going to completely ignore that Neil does not know how to comfort or even handle being hugged like I git it let's be delusional but let's not be that delusional where we completely ignore that neil rarely had any form of physical affection in childhood the only thing we ever got hinted at of him having any sign of affection was his mother sleeping on the same bed as him which is sad.
like the only physical contact that Neil had was violent and was company by pain(this man didn't even know how to be a friend nor did he pick up on people genuinely liking him and even caring about him)
So the thought of Andrew genuinely liking him risking it all for him sacrificing for him puts his brain on the loading screen.
But the point is Neil never asked for anything really physical he doesn't ask for it he doesn't want to be hugged but that doesn't mean he doesn't mind it he may not want it or need it but he doesn't mind having it that's the whole point with neil he doesn't expect anything more and Andrew really does notice these things about him.
Watching Andrew fall deeply more in love with the things that are Neil josten it's even more beautiful than anything and romance may not be what that book was about but it showed it beautifully(it makes me wish there was more of just them.)
And the same thing goes for Andrew,
In all the adoption homes orphanages that Andrew has been to he has never had a good home some may have been better than others but they weren't in the least bit great, taking into account that he was always being abused in some way whether it was sexual or physical and emotional it makes sense that Andrew is so used to people not caring about his opinion because he's so used to being ignored so the thought of Neil genuinely showing care and protectiveness over Andrew well of course to Andrew Neil is in fact a pipe dream cuz something like that is really too good to be true.
Andrew hates it he hates that Neil will listen and cares about his opinion whether it's a yes or no neil listens and cares about him and he hates that neil is the one thing that would truly hurt him to lose because neil genuinely cares about him just as much as he cares about neil.
So when it comes to physical affection between them though they lack it and aren't used to it it's not something that they need or want but it's not something that's unwelcome under their own conditions
But in my opinion I think Andrew likes touching neil just as much as Neil likes to be close to Andrew, but let's always remember even without touching or kissing they like enjoying each other's presents and Andrew's attraction was never only physical with neil.
Happy?
Well yes they're happy why wouldn't they be they live together they own animals together they joke together
They go on little dates together and spend money on each other, they work and spend time together, so why wouldn't they happy not all happy endings need to end with a marriage because who says marriage is the way to happiness just because they aren't married doesn't mean they aren't happy I know some people don't think it or even think about it in that way some people understand it but still want it and that's understandable,
But for these characters I never really expected them to get married though it's a pleasant thought to have to see but to be completely honest these characters never been around happy marriages or grew up in a family with a happy marriage it's never been on their mind to marry it's something that they don't indulge in it's like a tie and though some marriages aren't a tie down or even to be tied to anything period but,
For these characters they are all about regaining their freedom, freedom control and freedom of change or freedom of distance at some point freedom to stop hiding the freedom to speak without pretending to live without fear is the true definition of living they don't need be Married to be happy and if they want to be separated they can be separate without needing to sign papers.
#aftg#neil and andrew deserve to be happy#andrew x neil#neil josten#andriel#andrew minyard#aftg fandom#Aftg book#all for the game#all for the game series
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1-the character everyone gets wrong for Gravity Falls and 16-you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc) for Star Wars ??
The character everyone gets wrong (Gravity Falls)
I want to preface this answer by saying that I think there are a plethora of fantastic Gravity Falls fics, comics, and metas out there that address and explore Stanley's possible mental health issues in light of everything we've learned about his backstory, which is pretty damn bleak. And yes, I do enjoy reading this angst.
The fandom tends to focus on this particular side of Stanley and with good reason - it is absolutely fertile ground for analysis and there is no doubt he is a tortured individual.
But there is a tendency to "blorbo-ize" Stan and his sympathetic history. While he was absolutely forced into some horrendous situations and had to make decisions based solely on survival probability, this is also a man who has a rap sheet a mile long, has outstanding warrants throughout the majority of the country, and is heavily, heavily implied to have been dealing in cartel business.
You don't get that far in these circles without having a backbone of steel and the capacity to do some seriously shady - and bloody - shit. Sure, Stan eventually bailed from the more hardcore aspects of his existence. And this isn't to say he's fundamentally a bad person or even liked everything he was doing - but he is a dangerous man, whether that danger comes at the end of a gun barrel or a marked ace of spades.
And I think this aspect of his character gets underplayed in a lot of fandom. (Interestingly enough, Ford is the one who is generally allocated this role, due to his dimensional hobo life on the run. And Ford is a badass, but Stan is equal to his brother in this, albeit in a different context). Stan maybe wants to forget that part of his life (understandable), but he didn't get as far as he did being a criminal (you don't get to rack up that kind of sheet and stay mostly clear of the law without some considerable feats) without developing certain skills and he'd be dead five times over if he weren't some kind of threat. Yes, by the time we meet him in the show, those instincts may have been dulled, likely intentionally, but this is the same man who admits to having 10 firearms in his household, even if his reasoning is (seemingly) ludicrous.
Runners-up: Mabel and the Flanderization of her zaniness. (Let's not forget she put the majority of the puzzle pieces together in Not What He Seems). Ford's seemingly god-like combat skills (the man gets his ass handed to him on multiple occasions in the show and is in constant need of rescue after he comes back from the Portal. Don't get me wrong - I love a badass Ford - but he wasn't exactly batting 1.000 after returning to Gravity Falls).
16. You can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc) (Star Wars)
I fully expect to get pilloried by certain factions of the fandom for this opinion, and to be honest, it's been a long-standing thorn in my side.
The Jedi were not 100% without fault and yes, some of decisions they made fed into their ultimate demise.
Was it deserved? No. Were they evil? No.
Were they a stagnant organization led by a creature who had lived long enough to distance himself from the day-to-day concerns of the majority of mortal beings under his care? Yes. Did they have an effective strategy to combat their massive, massive PR problem - a problem which ended up with them characterized as a baby-snatching cult of superbeings that could easily usurp the will of a (corrupt) Republic government? Nooooo, not at all.
They refused to play politics. Until they had to play politics. And they lost on all sides.
There was so much emphasis on tradition and purity of said tradition in the organization - even if the highest members of the Council didn't necessarily 100% agree with this - the mythology of it was present enough in the Jedi Temple, that constant, subtle pressure to do things in a certain way, to avoid wholly the Dark Side (even if the individual teachings of the Masters went against this). The Jedi wanted to change, but at the same time, couldn't budge the 1,000 ton boulder of their past until it was too late to avoid Palpatine's machinations.
The ultimate tragedy is that the Jedi meant well, but couldn't collectively nudge their organization towards change.
And they did make some baffling decisions - Anakin being allowed to train at all being peak among them. (And then letting Obi-wan - a grieving 25-year old being held hostage by a deathbed promise - to train Anakin, as per the "will of the Force..." This was not well-thought out by anyone involed.)
Dooku had legitimate criticisms of the Order, even if he ultimately expressed his grievances by betraying everyone and everything he loved and aligning himself with an ultimate evil that not even he could overcome. Qui-gon, for all of his many fault, had some great ideas for the Order and should have been on the Council - if for not other reason, than to upset the status quo (and yes, I know he turned it down, and that's another story altogether).
It feels, that in a certain way, the Jedi were crushed by their own mythology, and by the time that leviathan breached the surface, it was far too late for change.
Discussions of the Jedi have a tendency to polarize quickly, and I'd love for there to be more space for exploration of where they did fail without consigning the whole organization to the out-of-touch and evil-by-incompetence box.
(And caveat lector: post this fully admitting I haven't meditated on Star Wars lore in quite some time, so excuse some of the broader strokes of this analysis).
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#hello there#ask legobiwan#gravity falls#stan pines#mabel pines#ford pines#star wars#the jedi#there's a whole other category for my sincere dislike of human!bill but that's not germane to these particular questions#so i'll just leave that little tidbit in the tags
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Teen pregnancy [P.6]
A Carl Gallagher x Fem Reader fic
Summary
You only started dating Carl for about 2 months. That was right around the time when he and Dom broke up. Deep down, you knew you couldn't compete with her. He would always choose her before you.
Yet you were only 16 years old when you discovered he got you pregnant. This news terrified you so much. You didn't want to lose him, and you knew he was already going through so much shit stuff with his family and his "business."
Better yet, you were scared about how your family would react, let alone his. At least you have Debbie, your best friend, who's also pregnant with you.
Warning! Cussing, Mention of rape, Mention of cheating, Depression, Betrail, Teen pregnancy
Note! If any of that makes you uncomfortable- DON'T READ THE STORY!
Word count: 778
[Angst/Fluff]
Part 1, Part 2, part 3, Part 4, Part 5, PART 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 (Completed)
Shameless Masterlist
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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/
Time skip!~
***Y/n's Pov***
You and Debbie were in a bathroom waiting for everyone to leave and for the crowd to die down once the bell rang. Once it did, Debbie started talking.
"Ok, so listen. I know you're in a really shi*ty position right now, and I'ma be honest with you, I've talked to carl-"
"You did what! Haven't I told you before how I don't want you getting involved with our bullsh*t!"
You weren't really mad at Debbie. You knew where she was coming from. It's just that you didn't want to make things worse, and you didn't want anyone to get involved because you didn't want them to make things worse. Whether it was intentional or accidental.
"No, just listen." Debbie grabbed your shoulders. "This is kind of a good thing... At least for your relationship- I think."
What is she talking about...?
"I think Dom raped Carl."
You just stood there looking at her as if she was insane.
"Look, I know my brother, ok. If I'm honest, he's probably the nicest Gallagher there is. I know shocking don't tell him I said that, but anyways he wouldn't lie about this."
"Do you guys have proof? Claiming someone of raping another is kind of a big deal..."
"Carl's working on it."
_Rewind_
The next day Carl and Debbie went to school with a plan. Carl didn't want to lose you, and Debbie already hated Dom, so Debbie agreed to tell you everything while Carl went to go confront Dom.
***Carl's Pov***
I was walking down the halls, trying to find Dom. When I found her, I spotted her talking to her boyfriend. A few seconds later, the dude grew extremely angry. He ended up yelling at her... Something about 'how dare you do this' and 'we're through!' Pretty sure they just broke up.
Maybe she cheated on him too. I couldn't help but snicker at that.
Once he was gone, I started walking toward her. She sat down on a bench in between the lockers.
"Dom, we need to talk."
She looked up at me with misty eyes.
Was she crying?
"What do you want? Can't you see I'm a little busy..." She whipped away a tear.
I sat down beside her, not really knowing how to bring up the whole- issue.
"Look. About that party... I don't really remember much. Can you explain to me what happened-"
I was kind of betting on her to just admit it. I know, stupid.
"How the he*l could you not remember?! My boyfriend broke up with me because of what YOU DID!" She stood up clearly angry.
"The he*l did I do?"
Did I really fu*ked up?
"YOU IMPREGNATED ME!"
_End of Rewind_
***Y/n's Pov***
Once Debbie was done explaining everything, she asked me if I was willing to give Carl another chance. I wasn't entirely sure of what to do, but I still loved him. Eventually, lunchtime came around. She said that Carl was gonna meet us at our usual spot and reveal everything that Dom told him if she told him anything...
A few minutes later, I saw Carl exiting the lunch line with his tray in hand. He was walking with Dom... I started feeling nauseous. The worst part was that we made eye contact. I had major mixed feelings. I didn't understand why he would make Debbie say all that stuff and then proceed to sit with my enemy.
I looked at Debbie but this time with tired eyes. I was a raging, hormonal, pregnant 16-year-old teenage girl with a boyfriend who was so hot and cold I could die from hyperthermia and a heat stroke at the same time.
"What the he*l is he doing?" Debbie muttered under her breath. "Hey, listen, I'm sure he's just getting more info. You know, proof and stuff."
All I said in reply was- "Sure."
***Carl's Pov***
"How the he*l did I impregnate you?!?!" He said. "We always used protection! And that was like- a while ago!"
"You still don't believe the fact that we did it at the party?" She looked at him as if he was stupid.
"I-" Carl's eyes landed on you.
Dom continued to walk towards her table until she noticed Carl stopped. She looked at who he was looking at and her mood dropped even more.
At that point, Carl felt as if time had frozen. He looked at Dom, then back at you. He didn't know what to do. He was torn. Ultimately, he chose to go with Dom. That's when you got up and left angry than upset, and Debbie followed.
#teen pregnancy#shameless#carl gallagher x reader#fanfiction#mention of cheating#depression#betrail#teenage romance#drama
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Hi this may be an odd question but reading your blog (and other Olicity blogs) it strikes me that while you provide insightful in depth analysis of the show at large you proudly admit that Oliver and Felicity’s relationship is paramount to your overall enjoyment and investment in the show. I personally possess a lot of internal shame stemming from my primary focus on the ship and will feel the need to justify my interest in the other aspects of the show (which I do love but I also love Olicity). I struggle with this with not just Arrow but any tv show where the romantic relationship isn’t intended to be the main premise of a show. I know I am allowing myself to be impacted by the views of comic book (and mostly male) fans and I can acknowledge that many of their views on Olicity fans and the show at large when it comes to the ship are at least somewhat if not primarily misogynistic. Despite knowing it comes from a sexist place which loves to shame women for enjoying romance and reduce our enjoyment to a surface level guilty pleasure unaware of the ways a romantic relationship can add major depth and development to a story as is the case with Arrow (although even if it didn’t add that it would still be valid to like the romance aspects), I still internalize those sexist sentiments and feel ashamed and like I cannot fully enjoy those things are I have to add caveats of my enjoyment. I was just wondering if you ever struggled with this or if you have always felt confident in proudly proclaiming your interest and investment in ships or if it was something that evolved over time. I’m sorry if this is a weird question I just witnessed your confidence in the validity of your passion and I wish I could have that conviction and not feel the shame that misogynistic society has given me in regards to shipping and enjoying romance. It’s definitely much harder in a fandom like Arrow where antis will openly voice their disdain for shippers and make extremely disparaging remarks and assumptions about Olicity shippers but I have felt this way in other fandoms too even when non shippers aren’t this aggressive or sexist.
Hello Nonnie!!!! I am so happy you reached out :) Apologies for the delay. I haven't checked my inbox for about a week. You write so beautifully!
To be honest, I've always marched to the beat of my own drum. I was a sick kid and had difficulty making friends because of it. I was teased in school a lot because of my health issues. Elementary school was not fun. I liked my mom and I liked being home. (These things really haven't changed). The Lord blessed me with a great imagination and a love for stories. I would just play by myself because the world I invented was so much cooler than reality.
It did give me a very strong independent streak, which my parents encouraged. The world had been very cruel to them as well. I was highly encouraged to stand up for myself, tell people where to stick it, and not care what other people think.
I was much healthier in high school and made a bunch of friends. But even my friends, who I know love me to this day, thought it was weird how obsessed I was with Buffy the Vampire Slayer. My family thought I joined a cult lol. I just like what I like. It never mattered to me if anyone else liked it.
I find it absolutely insane that anyone looks down on love stories. Love stories have been around for as long as there's been human beings on this planet. Every culture has love stories. Why? Love is central to being human. Love is what MAKES us human. We are here on this planet to be loved and to love in return. It's the whole damn point. And I'm not speaking just about romance. We build our lives around all kinds of different relationships. It is not exclusive to romantic love.
But let's address romantic stories, since that seems to be the genre asshats have a problem with. The question is why? Probably because it's popular with women and God forbid we'd be supportive of women and things they like. The horror. I think you absolutely nailed it here:
Despite knowing it comes from a sexist place which loves to shame women for enjoying romance and reduce our enjoyment to a surface level guilty pleasure...
But sometimes I think there are more personal reasons people have such vile reactions to it. Maybe they don't have romantic love in their own life. Maybe they've been hurt by partners. Maybe they've been rejected and are lonely. Maybe romance stories are a painful reminder of what they don't have. I'm not sure. What I do know is that hurt people hurt people. So, more often than not, what I feel is not shame, but pity.
We're clearly on the right track since every television show, movie, book and comic book has some romantic element to it. Romance sells. So, feel confident because you are in the majority.
I don't give the comic book crowd too much thought. My attitude when it came to Arrow was there's plenty of room for everyone to love what they love, hate what they hate, and go about their merry way. Don't like my blog? Cool. There's the door. Plenty of fish in the sea friends. Seek out other bloggers. Start your own blog! The internet is a vast place. Go with God.
But there is an element of ownership within that community that makes them think they can dictate who can watch a show/movie, what we can like or dislike, who can portray the characters on screen, what stories should be told and how they should be told. It's not just romance. Comic book fans are LOUD about basically everything.
To a certain extent, I get it. You love a character and their stories for a long time. It's very exciting when those stories which only existed on paper are going to be brought to life onscreen. Comic books are a refuge for many people, no different than books or movies. So, it can be very upsetting when you don't feel the tv show or movie has met your expectations. I've been bummed out on more than one occasion with books being made into a movie or television show. We've all been there.
But that doesn't mean they get to be the bouncers at the door. They don't get to gatekeep. They don't get to be racists assholes when an actor or actress doesn't look exactly like the character on the page. They are entitled to their opinion, and their opinion only, but it does not give them a free pass to be hateful towards others who may disagree.
I don't want to single out comic book fans out - this is a general internet problem. People just become assholes behind a keyboard. They say things they would never have the guts to say in person. And clearly this is not ALL comic book fans. I have met many wonderful comic book fans who are welcoming and kind. They love Olicity just as much as I do. Even if they didn't, they respect differing opinions. They are just good human beings overall.
In the beginning of my blog, I debated with antis a lot because I thought we were all just having fun. But when the death threats started because I like Olicity and believed Arrow was going to kill off Laurel Lance, then I reached a point where maybe I was dealing with people who were a few paper plates short of a picnic, if ya know what I'm mean. It's a TELEVISION SHOW. These characters are NOT REAL. But there's no reasoning with crazy.
Do you know who are huge comic book fans? Greg Berlanti and Marc Guggenheim. We're talking HARD CORE. And who created Olicity? Greg and Marc. Don't even get me started on the hate they receive.
I know there were entire Reddit threads devoted to trashing me and my blog. Did I read it? No. Did I engage with those people? No. When Stephen Amell's Facebook became a cesspool of terrible antis going after Olicity fans - I left. Did I read the messages in my inbox that were nasty? Nope. DELETED. Did I read the Lauriver tag on tumblr? Nope. We were North and South. The Red Sox and the Yankees. We were never going to agree, so you stay on your side and I'll stay on mine. And when some in the Olicity fandom turned on me because I was still enjoying the show in later seasons, I unfollowed and blocked if necessary. It really boils down to this - can you disagree with someone and remain a polite and kind person? Many folks do not have this skill.
The key to mental health on the internet is control your environment. Do not engage with people who are mean. It's really that simple. Because no matter how "strong" you are mentally, over time, nasty and demeaning comments have a way of sinking in and taking root inside your mind. It's completely understandable that your feelings get hurt because that's the intention! They are trying to hurt you. They are trying to shame you. So don't give them the opportunity.
Does that mean there will be some websites, blogs, social media sites that you don't go to anymore? Yes. Does that mean there will be some fans you don't engage with? Yes. But you know what? The internet is a vast place and there are plenty of people out there who share your opinions. Who love what you love and want nothing more than to chat with you about it until 4 am in the morning. Those are your people. That's your community.
And just for the record, romance loving shippers can be terrible too. I've seen awful behavior from our side of the fence so we're certainly not exempt from the behavior we receive from antis. And loving romance is no guarantee people will be nice either. My shipper flag was forged in the fiery pits of shipper hell - The Vampire Diaries fandom. Nasty doesn't even come close to what I experienced in the great Stelena vs. Delena wars. Arrow is child's play in comparison.
Here's the thing. Arrow is about one man's evolution to a superhero. He could not become that superhero without the love of one woman. LOVE is central to Oliver Queen's development and if you don't understand that part of the story then you really don't understand Arrow.
I think you'll find when it comes to Arrow that it's not romance antis have a problem with. It's who Oliver's romantic partner is. If it was Laurel Lance they would've been happier than clams. But Arrow deviated from "comic book canon" and developed an organic character with an actress Stephen Amell actually had chemistry with. And they CANNOT get over it. But thems the breaks.
I think my perspective on humanity has not really evolved past age six in kindergarten. If you make fun of me or are cruel then you're not a nice person and I will have nothing to do with you going forward. I've approached life like this and overall I have come out the other side a healthier person because of it. The beauty of the internet is there's always another playground to find friends.
I've always been a shipper since I was a little kid. I could never understand why Bobby & Pam couldn't work it out on Dallas. Loved every single husband Erica Kane had on All My Children. (My mother let me watch some wildly inappropriate tv as a kid). I was really torn between Prince Lotor and Keith for Princess Allura on Voltron. I really didn't understand why He-Man and She-Ra couldn't date. I was obsessed with Jerrica and Rio on Jem. And on and on it goes.
In the immortal words of our Queen, Taylor Swift, "The worst kind of person is someone who makes someone feel bad, dumb or stupid for being excited about something.” She's bang on. Always trust in TSwizzle. I'm a 42 year old woman with a full life who wears her shipper flag proudly. Love what you love my friend. Screw the haters.
And feel free to message me whenever you want to talk shipping. This is a shipper safe zone and always will be. You have absolutely NOTHING to be ashamed of.
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it has come to my attention that we as a fandom dont talk about axl enough so leave any headcannons/theories/rewrites you have about him!
imma go a rant bellow read more
okay so we all know that axl comes from diggionton or however the heck you spell it right? and he has no last name, my reasoning is that diggington just aint that big so people don't need last names. also most of his family seems to follow the axl name so maybe it kinda works a serionirty thing? like as soon as a son is born the axl name gets passed down onto them and the father becomes "papa" or senior axl. now when it comes to backstories i feel that axl has a pretty good one, he wanted to become a knight but his dad wanted him to stay home and run the family inn. however i feel like if we were charactize axl as less of a brute, dumb, hungry, pessant boy which lets be honest is what the show paints him as, we would have to a slightly different route. we know that axl was one of the 3 nexo knights that actually wanted to become a knight (lance cleary didn't and aarron doesn't seem to care he just doesn't like all the rules that come with knighthood) so lets use that. maybe his dad was supportive on him becoming a knight because like we need at least one knight with a good family, it could also show how despite the fact axl wasn't the richest of the group or the most academically smart he was the happiest, but they didn't have the money to pay for the entrance exam or access to a good libary/teacher were axl could learn (remember knighton may be very advance technologically but not socially) so its more of a dream than anything. however maybe somehow there could be another way to get into the academy and that could be by a recomenidation of a seinor knight. but maybe all the knights in digginton didn't want to bother with writing a letter of recomendation or were just bad knights. maybe there could have been a grand event were lets say a house caught on fire and no one was willing to go in to save idk whats something innocent, a baby or smth, then boom axl runs in, saves the baby or whatever it is, gets burned in the process and while most of the knights don't admit to the fact that this preteen boy had more guts than them and was willing to risk his life to safe something that couldn't protect itself, lets have 1 knight actually realize how he and his fellow knights of diggonton have lost their values and when axl recovers he sends a letter of recomendation and boom now axl has a chance to get into the knights academy. cew cutsence of axl working his ass off and boom basic character backstory. but i can already hear that "this sound more like a clay backstory" which yes it would work pretty well for clay but i actually have a different charactization of clay then the show. i think it would be interesting if clay wasn't a knight because it was the right thing to do but instead because he looked up to the ideals of a knight and the determination to get there. i mean for king halberts sake clay grew up on the streets, he couldn't have gone along carring for every singel person he saw or else he wouldn't have surived himself. and maybe that could be clays main character arc that he realizes that being a knight isn't about doing the right thing because its nobel or honnorable but instead being a knight has it roots in caring and wanting to protect others. and who could he learn that from- AXL BABY! yeah this show needs more of the main five interacting with each other. crap this got long and it probably isn't even readable, oh well
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Okey but... if pats and the reader suddenly get it together and admit they have feelings for each other, how would they get around the him having other clients thing? It's eating away at me
Hello, friend. Good question.
Trust. Trust and communication is the answer.
It can be done. Although, I think Pats needs some convincing it will actually work...
Kiss and Tell: The First Date (GTTT PATS)
FANDOM: Calls - Apple TV (PATS is a character from ep. 3. “Pedro Across the Street.” This is not RPF.)
The dim room becomes a blur around him, the candles on the tables seeking only the surface or your face as you enter. Similar to approaching an oil painting from across a gallery, your expression gains more and more clarity as you move through the restaurant toward his table. Every few steps it changes. First it’s fear. But then, no, it’s concern. Wrong again.
It’s hope.
He slides out of the booth to greet you as soon as he spots you. He knows it’s on him to get this right, this first new moment, a proof that he has it in him to be what you want. Your pace falters a little as you get close and he can see you’re not sure how to proceed, after all, a hug? Or a kiss? In public? You’re obviously not sure what to do yet.
To be honest, he’s just glad you’re here.
But he’s got you. He can split this difference. Do this in a way that feels like a Thursday.
“Hi,” he whispers when you stop in front of him.
“Hi,” you return. And you smile. Thank god, you smile.
It only takes the time of a breath for him to raise a thumb to your jaw, to hold it in place so he can kiss your cheek. It’s a light kiss, slow, a greeting, an apology, one that establishes familiarity but doesn’t ask for much. It’s a kiss that says “I want more, but not now.”
He can feel the subtle push of your cheek into him, the clutch of your fingers on his shirtsleeve, the reluctance to pull back in order to slide into your side of the booth.
Well. That’s a good start. He’s going to use that momentum.
“After you left,” he starts without preamble, not only acknowledging the elephant in the room but walking right up to it and saddling up, “I couldn’t make myself pull the sheets off the bed. I slept there. I never sleep in that bed.”
Your grin bleeds through, captivatingly slow. “I have. Often. It’s very comfortable.”
He looks down at his hands clasped on the table, a little out of his depth as he tries to fight his own smile. He tries to remind himself that it’s okay to loosen control, it’s okay to … let you in. “Yeah. Well, Friday night didn’t go so well.”
Something flickers across your face, the tiniest widening of the eyes. “Yeah? How so?” It’s like your whole being is standing ready for this, as if you were standing with your arms wide, ready to catch him, even if you’re not strong enough to take what’s being thrown to you, you’re willing to be here, willing to give yourself as a place to land. “I’d like to hear.”
That’s what you’re both here for though, isn’t it? To build up that strength.
The waiter, however, has his own ideas. “Can I take your order?”
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“The tandoor is a slow-roast, sir,” the waiter warns. “And we time your order to come all at once. It means you may be waiting half an hour for your meal.”
“That’s fine. We’ve got all night.” He looks to you. “You’re not that hungry just yet, are you?”
“Not in that way, no.”
With a nervous huff of a laugh, Pats nods to the waiter who leaves, seeming to understand that you two are not going to need extra attention tonight.
Patricio speaks low, requiring you to lean in over the table. At one point he takes your hands, instinctually rubbing slow circles into your palms with his thumbs. It helps him focus and gives any onlookers a narrative of why you’re mumbling with your heads together.
His client the next night after your last session–his monthly Friday–was a bit of a disaster, he tells you. At least the way he sees it.
He refrains from using her name. Or even a pseudonym. You’re not there yet. He’s not sure yet just how much you’ll be able to take this early…or ever. Might as well keep it clinical, continue to take care, assess when you’re ready to push further.
Monthly Friday is a long-term client, chronic back pain from a pretty bad car crash. Same thing every month, they have a chat about her progress, he checks over her physical therapist’s assessments and recommendations. Then he checks her flexibility and pain index as he undresses her. She likes to line herself up against him–her back to his front–and have him push her spine into him, curve himself into her, elongate her back with the warmth of his body.
Orgasm can be hard on the lower back when it's injured, so her massage includes some work on isolating her muscle groups, using his fingers to bring her close enough to the edge, talking her through a focus check, consciously retraining her body to react in a safe way to sexual stimulation.
As he explains this, he checks in with you, watching for changes in your expression, twitches in your hands, vibrations from your body like he’s something of a human EKG or lie detector, trying to read your reaction.
Your palms are a little damp, but he’s been holding your hands and massaging them, and his own are on fire… It’s a little warmer in here now that you’re here. Now that he’s telling you this.
Every now and then he checks to see that the tables around you aren’t quietly listening in, pausing whenever someone walks by. Meeting in public may not have been the best choice for this conversation, he needs you to know that he’s going to try. It’s dinner. It’s a date. Dates are for getting to know one another. And you wanted to know.
What he likes about fucking the Friday client, he explains, is the suspend. He has to be ultra controlled and super present, watching her reaction for any sign of pain, but loves it when he can make her smile–which she does when it feels good and she’s happy that she’s able to let go and let the conditioning work. That her muscles are learning how to redirect the tension without so much of her focus, that little by little, she can get back to enjoying sex again and not have to think too much through it.
“There’s this little crinkle she makes with her nose right before she comes,” he smiles down at your hands. “Like she’s on a roller coaster about to go over the first hill, or she can’t wait to open her eyes and see the surprise she’s been promised–”
Your fingers close over his thumbs. Shit. He’s gone too far.
But when he looks up, you’re just…looking back at him with something like…trust.
This is how you tell him. You want him to look at you when he tells you these things. Assure him you know. You know what he does. That you wanted to be a part of this.
He squeezes your hands. And true enough, it’s his that are sweating now. Perhaps you’re not the one he overestimated.
“I used your name,” he blurts out, “right when she, when her nose, I, I told her to let go, that I had her and just… it was natural…”
Your face is inscrutable. Shit.
“I think she noticed, but she was in her throes. I mean, that’s not really what I want to–” He moves to pull his hands away–
–but you hold on. Hard. Demand his eye-contact.
And he’s spellbound, stuck, not knowing what you want him to say, or how much.
Should he tell you how awkward he’d been during Friday’s exit assessment, how he swore and drank? How he went over your conversation in his mind and the last conversation he had with Shell, how his ex’s face kept swimming in, and how he’d sat next to you on his own bed and was tortured with the want to lay you back on it, to stain his sheets with you, to wrap you up and hold you there–
Does he tell you how he told himself on Saturday that the best thing for both of you was just to end it? Clean break? That you’d both move past it in time? Every other hour remembering that you’d said you were in love with him and knowing that he might be in love with you too, and when he picked that thought up to examine it, his clinical self turned away and swung back to ending it–
He doesn’t tell you that Sunday was a blur, that Monday he called in sick–
But you…begin to laugh. To laugh. And it’s like his favorite song. “Oh my god, I really messed you up, didn’t I, beautiful?”
Because you know. You know he’d have to be pretty distracted to make that kind of mistake.
You know.
And here you are, sitting across from him, with that laughter of yours that pulls a smile out of him every time, listening to him tell you about making another woman come, and… understanding him.
You keep surprising him.
It’s too early to think this might actually work. Too early to get his hopes up. Too early to–
“Good,” you hum as your laugh trails off. “Because I was pretty messed up myself.”
“Pres–”
“Another time,” a coded ‘not now’ as a team of servers bring trays filled with tandoor and flat breads, sauces and spreads, a full teapot and two tiny cups. When they walk off, leaving your table covered corner to corner with a sizable feast, you stammer, “Wow. Ah. This looks amazing, but…I’m...to be honest, I’m not going to be at my best after all this.”
He gives you a small smile. “It’s okay. I’m not taking you home tonight.”
“You’re...not?”
“No. But, what are your plans for tomorrow night?”
“No plans.”
“Saturday? Sunday?”
That slow smile returns. “Nothing I can’t cancel.”
“Good. I want to take you home for that.”
“Which?”
He imagines waking up beside you. “All of it.”
“Okay.”
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The meal is good. Amazing. Now that the proverbial door’s open, you match his conversation style and there’s nothing you can’t talk easily about. It’s good. This is good.
At one point when you’re both satiated and contentedly sipping tea, he catches something troubling in your expression.
“You okay?” he prompts.
“Yeah.” There’s more to come. He waits. You’re working up to something. “Thanks for telling me about your client. Can I ask you to do something for me?”
Hmm. Could be right about being too soon to get hopes up.
“Sure.”
The effort of the question shows on your face, twists your lip, squeezes your shoulders. “I think it might help me–-and maybe not always, maybe just sometimes-–to ask you… why me and not her? I know it’s selfish–”
“It’s not. It’s okay.”
“I mean, you obviously care about her, the way you described the way her nose–”
“The reason you and not her…is because your tell is cuter.”
He enjoys where this catches you, how it stops you in between shock and delight, how it makes you glow just a little. He’ll remember this. Save this little treasure for later when he goes home alone. Another reason why you and none of them.
“And what’s my tell?”
He smiles. “I’m not gonna reveal that. Ex-client confidentiality.”
He enjoys the soft expression this brings out in you too.
That’s his one thing, he thinks. Even if you both get to the point when he can open all the way, where he can tell you everything, that’s the secret he’ll get to keep.
One you’ll actually thank him for.
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I love your blog <3
I wanted to know what your thoughts were on the sudden hate for WX being virgins. More specifically LWJ?
I don't understand it :s
Hi Anon,
Thank you 💕
I have seen a recent post about this! I'm just shocked to be honest - some of the 'fandom' baffle me at times.
I don't understand why people are hating on this at all! They were both waiting for their 'one'!
LWJ is a Lan - when they fall for someone, that's it. They fall hard and it's absolute, so once WWX had gone, he was no longer looking - he had lost his 'one'. Even if it wasn't a Lan trait to do this, it's totally acceptable to wait for the one you love. You don't stop loving someone because they're no longer in the world or you think they don't reciprocate your feelings. Some people fall in love once, and that's it. Leave the poor man alone. I actually think it's incredibly romantic and I bet WWX thinks the same! In fact, I know he does. He adored hearing the story about the founder Lan An and him finding his one, leaving the world once she'd gone. He thought it was incredibly romantic!
WWX has admitted he never had feelings for anyone in his past life. Which is why he'd never even kissed anyone else (except the stolen kiss of course), because he never had such desires. Obviously WWX later realises he's had feelings for LWJ since they first met and has liked him all along. He just didn't understand his feelings back then due to the heteronormative environment he grew up in. WWX even wishes they'd started a relationship back when they were studying at the Cloud Recesses together. We see this when he is lamenting about his past life at the end of the novel, while WX are having sex at the side of the road.
Let's not forget all the trauma, war, misunderstandings and the whole cultivation world turning again WWX, put a halt on any romance in WWXs first life. I'm sorry that some of the apparent 'fandom' deem LWJ's abstinence from shagging anything that moves losing his virginity to someone other than the love of his life, after they tragically died, is such a bugbear to them. If it had been the other way around, WWX would have done the exact same thing!
They are both romantics at heart - what's wrong with that? They aren't the type of people to just have sex with anyone, they need deep emotional connections and trust. Whether they knew it or not, they loved each other since they were 15! Can't people just let them be soulmates and leave them alone!
I'll leave it to WWX's own words, which mirror how they BOTH feel about each other and always have:
"...I don’t want anyone but you - it can’t be anyone but you..."
Chapter 100 ExR translations
I don't think you really need any more of an explanation than the above line.. But for those who don't actually take what's written in the novel seriously, you can have my rant instead 💁🏼♀️
#mdzs#mo dao zu shi#wangxian#wei wuxian#lan wangji#mdzs novel#they were waiting for each other#its romantic!#wwx said it himself#I don’t want anyone but you - it can’t be anyone but you#anon ask#answered ask
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So you have an au about damen being abusive with laurent ?????
Please let me know more?? Any hcs or thoughts or anything pls
The capri fandom needs some dark aus fr
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hello my darling!
I've been gone so long that I have no idea when you sent this and I'm deeply sorry for that!
I came up with the idea for an AU in which Damen's abusive way back in 2019/2020 (2021?) and to say I was a different person altogether back then is an understatement. I also haven't re-read the books in a long while so I can't say I recall everything I had imagined for this fic to begin with BUT!, I've got some fuzzy thoughts stored in the back of my mind that may satisfy some of the crave for Dark Damianos (a concept deeply slept on in my honest opinion but with how much people like to hate on him for free, it's best if we keep it sleeping lol).
DISCLAIMER: in my very private opinion, Damen has a natural darkness to his character that I find appealing (or would be appealing if I wasn't a coward) to explore. Those are the lenses through which I approach the abusive patterns he could come to develop in a relationship with an already emotionally/psychologically vulnerable Laurent. And also in my very private opinion, Laurent is a vulnerable character (for all reasons we as a fandom dwelled on to the point of exhaustion, but, most of all, in relation to how he sees and thinks of Damen — in terms not only of admiration but almost adoration, just as he did with his brother).
We all rememeber the scene at the end (?) of PG when Laurent is stepping on Damen's toes by saying bad things regarding his family and how Damen loses his temper and hits Laurent hard enough to draw blood. The guards step in to arrest Damen for hurting the prince and Damen takes full blame for doing it without showing a single bit of remorse whatsoever. Laurent is the one to talk his guards down from arresting Damen by pinning the blame of being assaulted on himself and that is it.
This idea (of an AU that never came to be) was forged mostly on the side of Damen's character that has a tendency to jump believe he is always right in the assessments he makes and proceed to never question the truth behind his own reasoning. And on the side of Laurent's character that always blames himself for every bad thing that has ever happened to him despite his own helplessness, and nurtures an unhealthy need for a role model to hold on to — once his brother, now his lover.
I'm going to leave all my thoughts for this AU bellow the cut, in case some people may find the matter too upsetting to read about.
Trigger warnings for domestic, physical and psychological abuse, obviously! Proceed at your own accord and don't come whinning later🫰
so putting two and two together:
Damen is prone to angry outbursts or just violence in general. We see in more than one occasion that it doesn't take much for his 'bad side' to come out, which is a characteristic a lot of aggressors in this very patriarcal society we live in also showcase. And as their universe is ALSO incredibly patriarcal, this would check out.
As aforementioned, one of the most significative intances of Damen's violence is the day (after he had already slept with Laurent, after he admitted to himself he was in love with Laurent) where he he baits into Laurent's provocations and hits him.
Laurent's edge, I personally believe, though attenuated as it may be by the end of the cicle of abuse he endured all the way from his late childhood throughout his adolescence, will continue to be in place. It was wired into him as a survival mechanisms and old habits die hard. Whenever he is overwhelmed or any of his emotions slip from his iron-cast grip, he will likely spit fire and try and hurt whoever is within his reach.
Honeymoon phase being over, let's say the kingdoms were in fact merged (not going to get into any of that). Let's say Damen is the king of Vere as much as Laurent is the king of Akielos. Let's say their troups, their guards, palace servants — they are all unbiased and answer to both Laurent and Damen as their true kings equally.
Let's say Damen and Laurent continue to get at each other's throats. Lets's say they still got plenty to disagree upon and that their personalities continue to make them butt heads. Let's say their grudges, though they have agreed to leave the past be in the past, hold and come up again. An underlying resentment inate to their love. There's a lot of tension that I can see surrounding L/D's relationship. If you don't believe that it's fine, if you don't see it, that's more than okay. But I'm asking you to bear with me here.
They are having a heated argument in their palace about something that wasn't (shouldn't be) personal, but all of a sudden is. Damen says something that offsets a chain reaction in Laurent and he becomes a boy in selfdefense mode resorting to the good old habit of pushing Damen's weak spots just for the pleasure of making him angry and miserable. Damen has had a long day, he is weary, he is fed-up with all the kyroi, all the councelors making demands and telling him how to do his job. Laurent says the wrong thing at the wrong time and a moment later he is on the floor, with his hand on his cheek touching the burning spot where Damen slapped him. He bit his tongue in the impact and he can feel the blood in his mouth which he swallows.
There are no guards that come in this time, because they know better than to step into their king's quarrels. Damen tells himself it was Laurent who pushed him too far, he didn't mean to do it. Laurent agrees — Damen would never have done that if Laurent himself hadn't asked for it. Damen was good. He's only ever been good. He doesn't do anything without a good reason. Laurent is the one who fucks things up and pushes people too far. They make up.
Next time isn't that different. Nerves were high for a thousand different reasons. Laurent maybe got up from the wrong side of the bed. They argue. Damen pisses him off so he goes on to piss him off in return — just to give him a taste of what that feels like. In the back of his mind he remembers what happened last time they argued but he brushes it off as a mistake. Damen wouldn't dare to make the same mistake twice.
Then Damen does. And just like the other time Laurent loses his footing from the strength of the blow. His eyes tear from the pain but they don't fall. Damen is fumming over him, telling him how Laurent pushes him over the edge. Damen, who is such a just, charming, fair king. A much better king than Laurent is, with his head in place at all times in a way Laurent's own never is. If he lost his temper, it was because he was forced into it.
Laurent is the one who went too far again; Damen simply reacted to it. He stands and tells Damen he was wrong for saying the things he said. He shouldn't have. Damen agrees; Laurent shouldn't have. They make up.
Every time Damen is forced to loose his temper with Laurent he get angrier with Laurent and becomes a little wilder. Laurent should not make him keep doing it! He doesn't mean to do it! When the anger subdues, after they make love, in the morning after, Damen shows Laurent the tokens of the love he still has for him — a new mare of an excellent breed for Laurent's private stables, a new imported book he would like for his personal library, a new delicacy their cooks learns to make as sweet as a human can handle just the way Laurent likes it.
Damen is a good lover. Most of the time. If only Laurent stopped bringing out his bad side.
Laurent understands how every time Damen hits him it's his own fault. He tries to stop himself from causing their arguments but he can't. He always ends up saying the wrong thing, he always disappoints Damen somehow and though he can keep his stance straight and his face void, deep down he's terrified he will eventually drive Damen away.
After the loss of his entire family, after the death of Auguste, of living so many years under the sadistic regime of his uncle, Damen is everything Laurent has. And Laurent, warped as he is by nature, tainted and wrong and bad at his very core, doesn't deserve him. He knows he doesn't deserve Damen, who is so honorable, so good a leader, so righteous and mighty. But he wants Damen and he wants him to stay. He wants to be good for him and for Damen to think he is good.
So when the slapping evolves into punching, Laurent searches his own words, his own actions for where the fault lies. And always he finds it. The exact word he said in a meeting with their kiroi and councelors that undermined Damen's authority. The exact moment he stopped to speak with an ill-intentioned courtier who flirted with him and he must have unintentionally flirted back. The provokation implied in a comment he thought was innocuous. And the fact Damen only found more and more of reasons to be dissatisfied with Laurent, despite him becoming evermore self-aware and trying so hard, so much of the time, to please Damen, meant nothing more than the fact that Laurent was a man full of flaws. It wasn't on Damen.
They both agree Damen's assessment and his morals could never be wrong. He is too good and honest a man for that. Laurent is causing all of it.
The oldest members of their guards notice the slow, steady shift. Those that used to compose the old Veretian prince's guard are worried. They whisper among themselves when they see a new bruise blooming in their king's fair skin or hear the shouts coming from inside the royal chambers. But no one dares to raise a voice against king Damianos. Jord or Lazar (or whichever of the prince's guards you like best) goes to Laurent to raise their concerns and ask if everything is all right between him and Exalted. If there is anything Laurent needs. Anything at all. They will stand by him come what will. But Laurent berates them and tells them to keep their noses out of royal business.
Damen is approached by Nikandros and inquired about it when one day Damen unintentionally leaves Laurent with a black eye. Damen finds that is the perfect opportunity to lament about all the ways Laurent has been driving him insane and making him miserable. That he is getting worse with time where Damen had hoped he would have settled and his temperament improved. That years after the events they lived through, he keeps holding Damen accountable for things that should be left in the past. That Damen doesn't blame Laurent for killing Kastor, or torturing him in Vere anymore, so why should Laurent still resent him for Auguste.
Nikandros understands. He feels sorry for Damen, that Laurent makes his life so difficult. He has witnessed their quarrels before, had seen the way Laurent evokes Auguste's name as a dagger to dig into Damen's heart.
Then it becomes common knowledge all around their court: Laurent is as unbearable and hard to reconcile with as he'd ever been, prideful and resentful and cruel. And Damen is the poor man who has to handle him atop a whole kingdom he has to rule. There is no soul in their kingdom that doesn't feel bad for Damen's situation.
What no one seems to notice is that Laurent has taken to flinch whenever Damen lifts his hand. That he tenses when he raises his voice. That he is much more succint and careful with his words whenever Damen is around, because he doesn't want to upset him.
All they notice is Laurent's worsening moods. His renewed bouts of broodiness and anger. That he takes anything and everything out on everyone — the servants, the guards, officials, nobles of the court, the walls and the furniture. Nothing seems to please him anymore. Everything sets off his rage. Which is something else Damen has taken to punish him for, in the privacy of their chambers.
Laurent never cries. Not when Damen tell him how difficult he is, how impossible he makes to love him. Not when he sees the several shades of new and healing bruises all over his body, not when he gulps mouthfuls of his own blood. Laurent hasn't cried since he was thirteen. But he gets more and more hopeless each day that passes and he is proven again no good man could ever truly love him because nothing good and pure remains so in his presence.
Laurent always brings out the worse in people, no matter how he tries to get things right.
But he keeps on trying. Because maybe one day he can. And maybe Damen will see there is good left in him to love even though he makes his life hard and harder every day. And maybe one day Damen will love him easily.
Because all he really wants is to be worth it of Damen's love.
And that's all Damen wants too. He already loves Laurent so much. He would never, ever hurt him again if only Laurent would stop provoking him into it.
#to be COMPLETELY CLEAR#the author doesn't believe a single word the author herself has said in this thing#the author is an avid defender of Lovey-Dovey Lamen#of: Damen treats Laurent like fine porcelain and Laurent basks in it#of: Laurent learns what it means to be truly loved in Damen after so many years of pain#but you ask and you shall receive my loves my children my darlings#Pandemic version of me was in a dark place#captive prince#i'm not going to get into any potential grapey themes regarding L/D in this post sorry not sorry#because though canon would back me up good just writing what i wrote already cost me many more years of life than i'm willing to sacrifice#alright now#dark ficlet-ish#damianos of akielos#dark damen#laurent of vere#and all the other tags idk i don't remember how tumblr goes#i'm begging you to never ask me to write this fic#but if you're brave enough please go ahead take the prompt and run with it#just credit me and etc i think it's more than enough#i ain't gon read it but i'd like to know it was written in case one day dark gabe returns and SHE wants to read it#kinda meta but not really#kinda fic but not really#kinda character study but not really#what is this really? the frankenstein monster probably#any typos are the beauty marks of the text i refuse to read it again to extinguish them
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𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 [𝐊𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐡 𝐱 𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚]
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Fandom: Genshin Impact
Pairings: Kaveh x Fem!reader x Kaeya
Warnings: polyamory and just fluff<3
Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq
I love this request as much as I love these men, thank you very much. It seems to me that although they are both very different, they have enough in common to get along together, which is why they seem so insanely cute to me together. I hope you enjoy it (´꒳`)♡
Orangestar - Sunflower (feat. 夏背.)
— …And then he just took and abandoned this project, imagine! Archons, I'm so angry that today you just have to give me a couple more glasses of wine, — Kaveh fatefully settled his head on his hands folded on the table, continuing to mutter to himself. His cheeks were already sprinkled with a slight blush from the glasses of alcohol he had drunk before.
— Ho-oh, don't you say that every day? — Kaeya sips wine from his glass, leaning back on the bench in the tavern, pulling her trademark smile on his face.
— I think you've had enough, Kaveh, — you giggle, picking at your padisar pudding with a fork.
And this happens almost every time. Every time Kaveh, dissatisfied with his work, quietly whines in the corner from his side of the table, giving Kaeya only more food for the next witty jokes, while you just enjoy, which has become almost a tradition, another joint trip to the tavern with your lovers. Often they just exchanged various barbs, gently joking with each other (although, let's be honest, often all the jokes that accompanied your feasts came from Kaeya, mocking another failure of Kaveh), but you never felt superfluous. Perhaps you were always the person Kaveh needed when you comforted him, protecting him from Kaeya's playful attacks.
But none of us have ever held grudges.
Kaveh knew perfectly well that you both care about him, just in your own way. Kaeya never interrupted Kaveh, while he could rant for hours about how hard it was for him to interact with customers, what efforts he made not to betray his own aesthetics for the sake of someone's whim, carefully listening to every word the architect said.
— You just don't understand! — Kaveh suddenly emerges from a makeshift shelter in his own hands, turning a pleading look at you. — Y/N, at least you support me! I don't have any work for tomorrow anyway. Because of this idiot, even all the efforts spent on drawings and sketches were in vain. I just want to relax!
— Why don't you just change your profession? I think such an experienced taster would not be superfluous to Diluc at the distillery.
You gently nudge Kaeya in the side, pouting your lips.
— Who would say, you yourself drink with Kaveh every day. You could just set him an example by drinking tea with me.
— Well, well, this time we all ordered desserts, as you wanted. I admit, they don't go too well with wine, but they'll pass for a snack, — Kaeya playfully wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to kiss the top of your head.
— Why do I feel like a child sometimes with you? Lambad! — Kaveh raises his hand, attracting the attention of the tavern owner. — More wine!
You roll your eyes, sighing softly. Indeed, Kaveh sometimes behaves in such a way that you have to feel like a parent with him, who is obliged to surround his child with comfort and care, but, in fact, you even like such moments. Unlike Kaeya, who hides his feelings, at least you could tell exactly when Kaveh is upset, having the opportunity to cheer him up the way you know how.
—You're both insufferable, — you return to your dessert, scooping up a spoonful before turning your attention to the untouched sweetness on Kaveh's plate. — Kaveh.
The man's ruby eyes suddenly turned to your figure as you thoughtfully peered at his plate.
— Can I try it? Your nuts look very appetizing, it's strange that you haven't even touched them, — you're pouting again, shaking your head disapprovingly.
—Oh… sorry. Of course, here, — Kaveh's thin, elegant fingers cling to one of the pieces of Sumeru sweetness, bringing candied nuts to your lips. You move closer, biting off a corner. A cloying but pleasant sweetness touches your tongue, nuts gently crunch on your teeth as you slowly chew the frozen syrup, then smiling contentedly.
— Mmm! It's very tasty! Kaeya, do you want to try it too?
A blue-haired man, savoring another sip of wine, seems to break out of his own thoughts when he meets your eyes with a childishly pleased look fixed on him. You are like a breath of fresh air in their world with Kaveh, saturated with exhausting worries. Whenever they are burdened with another unbearable burden, whenever they are tormented by doubts or frustrated by failures, you are always there. So relaxed, light, like a breath of the Mondstadt breeze. The clouds of anxiety that sometimes hang over both men seem to be dispelled by the mere sight of how this perky smile stretches on your face, always too contagious not to smile back at you.
Therefore, now the corners of Kaeya's lips also lift in a slight smile when he quietly grins to himself, leaning closer while you wrap your small palm around Kaveh's wrist, bringing his hand with sweetness to Kaeya's mouth.
— Hey, it's not fair, I only treated Y/N!
— You should be more vigilant next time, otherwise someday I'll steal Y/N from you right out from under your nose, and you won't even notice, — Keya teases the poor architect, now squinting his scarlet eyes and puffing up his cheeks.
— How dare you! — for the next few minutes, Kaveh spewed out a ton of discontent, which always amuses Kaeya, who is quietly grinning from his seat at the table.
And everything is in its place.
You are sitting quietly sipping wine from your glass, running your gaze from a disgruntled, pouting, like an anemo slime, Kaveh, to Kaeya, who is holding his drink in his hand, continuing to bring the blonde to the boiling point. But you know that they are dear to each other as much as you are dear to them.
It was so amazing to watch how these two got closer and closer every day, although from the outside it might seem that you were caught in the middle of two fires that never stop arguing with each other. You knew that Kaeya is always ready to support Kaveh with the support that you are not capable of, and you knew that Kaveh never takes Kaeya's caustic words seriously, although every time he boils with half a turn.
Let it all look like a stupid quarrel, it seems that Kaveh no longer looks as depressed as at the moment when the three of you gathered at the same table.
— Y/N.
You are floating somewhere in the clouds, watching with a smile two men who somehow magically captured your heart, when suddenly your chaotic thoughts are dispersed by a soft male voice, accompanied by a look of ruby eyes and a warm touch of long fingers to your hand holding a spoon stuck in the pudding.
— Hm? — it's like you're waking up from a dream, slightly relaxed after drinking alcohol.
— Can I… Try your pudding too?
Your eyebrows lift in surprise for a second before you turn your attention to Kaveh's palm covering yours.
— Oh, of course! — you are scooping up some padisar pudding, bringing the spoon to Kaveh's lips with his fingers still wrapped around your palm, when the purple jelly suddenly disappears into the mouth of Kaeya, who has intercepted the dessert halfway to Kaveh.
— Mm, next time order me this dessert, Y/N, it's very tasty, — Kaeya closes his eyes, savoring the sweet taste of soft pudding on his tongue.
— Hey! Then share yours too! — Kaveh reaches across the table, dipping a spoon into the almost untouched cream of the Sumeru rose in front of Kaeya.
—Ha-ha! Maybe I should make you some Mondstadt pancakes when we get home?
— If you think that this will somehow make up for your guilt today, then you are mistaken, — Kaveh grumbles, licking his spoon. — But I think Y/N would like to try…
— Well, well, I already realized that you are interested, you don't have to always hide behind Y/N.
And, it seemed, the anxiety tormenting Kaveh completely disappeared at the moment when the air above your table was filled with the sound of two men talking and your quiet giggling while you stretched out your hand to taste Kaeya's dessert too.
Sweet. And this sweetness, which replaced the tart bitterness from worries about Kaveh, spread a pleasant warmth in your chest. You would like everything to remain just like this, and never change.
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Ok I'm in a Sonic mood right now. So I'm gonna tell ya'll my thoughts on each of the Sonic shows in the order they came out. However, I haven't seen two of them, and will tell you why. Now let's begin!
The Adventures Of Sonic The Hedgehog
This show is hilarious. And honestly, the way it depicts Sonic and Tails' brotherly bond is not only heartwarming, it's held up in the games. And modern, goofy Eggman reminds me a lot of Dr. Robotnik from this show. So honestly, it's characterization of characters holds up pretty well. It's funny, charming, and at times surprisingly heartwarming. 8/10
Sonic The Hedgehog Saturday Morning Cartoon
I'ma be honest, I haven't seen this show, and I never will. Thank Toxic fans. Sonally shippers getting mad at Sonamy shippers like me. People telling you that all the other shows are inferior and you NEED to watch SatAM or your not a real Sonic Fan, etc. The fanbase is keeping me away, and I know I will not be able to enjoy it because of this. Toxic Fandom/10
Sonic Underground
This show... so back in the day, my parents bought DVDs of the Super Mario Brothers Super Show, The Adventures Of Super Mario Bros 3, and Super Mario World. On each of these, there were previews for other DiC cartoons. On all three were ads for Sonic Underground. And me and bro wanted that, so we rented some DVDs. And I LOVED it. First of all, yeah I know people think Tails was replaced by Sonia and Manic, but being honest, Sonic's dynamic with those two, while still a sibling dynamic, is not the same as his dynamic with Tails. And Tails could have been written in with the sibs adopting him as a younger brother. Sonia and Manic are also fun characters and I really like them. And even haters of this show have to admit the theme song is good, or at least the singer is having fun. I also like that, unlike the other 90s shows which were nature vs. Technology type things, Underground had this and some magic and Super natural elements. Honestly, concepts like this show up in the games, with ancient being sealed away like Chaos, Iblis, Dark Gaia etc. And of course the Storybook Series itself has stuff like this I have been working on a Sonic Underground Season 2 which would loosely adapt modern Sonic Stories and bring in characters from those games. I know the show is far from perfect, but this is my thoughts, not an objective review, which is why it's a 9/10 score. This is NOT objective!
Sonic X
I watched the show in Japanese with subs and I gotta say...why do people hate Chris? He's a kid, a fanboy, and I find his interactions with the cast adorable. The music in the show is also amazing, though I hear it's different in the dub. Also there are Sonamy moments which YEEEEESSSS. I also love how the show managed to pretty faithfully adapt the plots of some of the games. The Meterex Saga was something of a departure, but I still enjoyed it. 9/10
Sonic Boom
I was born in the 2000s. So I was in middle school when this show came out. And I was a Sonic fan. I had played Colors and I think I had gotten Secret Rings pretty recently, though I may have only had Colors. When I watched the first episode, I loved it. And then hated the rest of the show. Because the first episode has a pretty different tone from the rest of the show. I got over this as I got older and started rewatching the show, catching jokes that flew over my head. And while some episodes are like "why are you friends again?" Some, and most in season 2, show these guys are pretty good friends. The Shadow episodes are highlights for me. 7/10
Sonic Prime
I haven't seen this show because I don't have Netflix. I want to see it tho. Netflix is expensive/10
#The Adventures Of Sonic The Hedgehog#Sonic SATAM#Sonic Underground#Sonic X#Sonic Boom#Sonic Prime#eway talks
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Hey mind telling me what the story behind Kiyo’s sister is? I’m kind of clueless and only heard one story of the whole thing😅
This got decently long, so I've put it under a cut. I'll add it to the FAQ tomorrow as well, since it's come up a few times!
I will also request that this post not be reblogged to hate blogs or blogs specifically dedicated to "bad" or "disliked" content. As someone who has been harassed as a result of content being circulated in those circles, it makes me very panicked and anxious to see my work on similar blogs. If you do so, I will need to block you for my own mental stability.
In V3 chapter three, Korekiyo admits to mass murder and takes on the guise of his sister to do so. As a result of being nearly beaten to death at one point, Korekiyo created a tulpa of his dead sister (who we'll call by her popular fan name, Miyadera, from here on). He believed Miyadera wanted him to murder 100 girls, and claimed that they were once lovers.
In general, fans seem to take Korekiyo's claims at face value. Which is...weird, considering how obviously the whole thing is a "mentally ill delusional sexually deviant serial killer" trope played completely straight. And that his worldview includes things like "I should kill people so my dead sister has friends." But let's set that aside, and say that, for the sake of explaining the popular fandom viewpoint, Korekiyo is a reliable narrator.
So in chapter 3, when he is on the brink of being cornered, Korekiyo begins to switch between his own identity and the identity of his sister's tulpa. These are the only potential looks we have into Miyadera's personality. To give you the gist, here are all of the quotes while Korekiyo takes on his sister's guise that are listed on the Wiki.
(Please note that the "Apologize" is directed at another student who challenges Korekiyo.)
I'm going to be honest. I have reread this a LOT trying to figure out what everyone else is apparently seeing here that I am not. At worst, this reads to me as a slightly stern etiquette teacher. But the popular fandom perception is that this dialogue implies that Miyadera was manipulating and abusing Korekiyo. I could not honestly tell you WHY people believe this, but they do.
And people ran with that. They ran with that so hard. Every sin Korekiyo commits is pinned down as being Miyadera's fault, and Korekiyo is absolved of his crimes as a result of being an abuse victim. It's similar to the effect you often see in the way people discuss Junko and Mukuro, except that Mukuro does not invoke nearly as much sympathy on a larger level, even though Junko's mockery and subsequent murder of her sister are explicit canon.
Now, to be clear: I don't buy into this. I think this is an extremely generous reading of Korekiyo's character, and that it removed his agency and the horror of his crimes to make him more sympathetic (particularly for shipping purposes - if you glance through the Miyadera tag, you see a LOT of Korekiyo/Rantaro fics with Miyadera as the evil abuser Rantaro must rescue Korekiyo from). I also think that people give too much credit to the canonicity of Miyadera's "possession" when it isn't clear, even in the universe of the game itself, whether Miyadera is actually a tulpa or if it's an identity that resulted from Korekiyo's trauma, like Syo/Jack.
But on its own, I don't care about it THAT much. People have headcanons I disagree with all the time. I don't really like a lot of people's thoughts about Nagito's backstory, either, but I don't think about it very often, and I certainly don't care enough to get mad about it. The problem is...
People are very, VERY violent about Miyadera.
I'm going to ask you to reread the quotes from Miyadera as a reminder of literally everything we know about her personality. And then I'll ask you to read this post.
This...is, in fact, despite all odds, the predominate opinion on Miyadera. If you go into her character tags, there are an endless number of posts like these, daydreaming about doing violence on her person, murdering her, torturing her, etc.
As a Grandparent (25, the age of spinsterhood), this sets off some alarm bells. This is how people used to treat female characters who got in the way of their favorite ships, like Kairi from Kingdom Hearts. Now, that is popularly understood to have been a result of misogyny. It is horrifying to see that it has survived.
Fantasizing about committing excessive violence against a woman...is misogyny. Making up crimes a woman did not canonically commit as an excuse to justify fantasizing about violence against her is misogyny. It is one thing to dislike a character based on headcanons. It is a totally separate matter to participate in and encourage this level of vitrol solely to make a male character more sympathetic.
To clarify: I do not think that misogyny is the sole reason for this interpretation. By nature, Danganronpa appeals to teenagers, who tend to fall into this type of fandom-wide trap more easily. But it is, in fact, more concerning to normalize this sort of thought process among teens and young people. And so I am very defensive of Miyadera's actual character as a result.
#miyadera shinguji#asks#anon#meta#talk to the mod#hope this doesnt come across as too biased!#ill reblog this again later when its not 4 am lmao#korekiyo's sister
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Diplomacy: a Net of Embellished Lies
Fandom(s): Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Heroes of Olympus
Rating: G
Summary: Five times Nico lied to the people around him, and one time he told the truth.
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4
AO3 link
Chapter 5: The Doors
“He’s turned up in Camp Jupiter.”
Hades’ eyes lingered on his son’s troubled expression.
“Percy Jackson,” Nico clarified. “He’s been accepted into the legion.”
“How relieving,” he told the boy. “I’ll be able to sleep peacefully tonight knowing my sister has released my brother’s favourite bastard.”
Nico gave him a look that conveyed extraordinary amounts of contempt considering his age.
“Isn’t that good?” He asked. “You said Hera’s plan might work.”
“No, that’s not what I said,” Hades refuted. “What I did tell you was that it might work out for you and Hazel. If Hera managed to bring your two peoples together, that would give you a valid excuse to be seen around with your Roman sister.”
It gave him an uncomfortable shiver to think of the whole Greek/Roman division. But he’d rather fade into oblivion than let his son see him in such a weakened state.
“You don’t believe it could bring both camps together, then?” Nico wondered.
Hades hesitated for a moment. “I am not sure it is such a solid bet as my sister believes it to be. There’s many years of bad blood between both sides.”
“I know that,” Nico said. “But the stakes are high enough that they must see we have to work together!”
“Rationally, your differences could be put aside for the greater good,” Hades agreed. “My grandmother is a formidable enemy and so are her second batch of children, it’s unlikely you could beat them without cooperating.” He made himself more comfortable in his throne, he’d been on edge for months, with the disappearance of Thanatos, and the issue with the Doors. Yet he made an effort to make his son understand. He was an idealist, he needed things spoken clearly. “But you’ve lived part of a memorable mortal conflict in your childhood, haven’t you? Tell me, how well did people put their differences aside to beat a common enemy back then?”
“That’s not the same,” Nico argued. “Those were governments. This is just… a bunch of children.”
“Why, of course,” Hades nodded. “Teenagers have always been known to be more reasonable and level-tempered than adults.”
The boy exhaled, no doubt in an attempt to avoid rolling his eyes at Hades, which would have ended up with him grounded for a month, life-or-death conflict be damned.
“I only mean,” Nico began slowly. “That I think leaders of both camps are much less corrupt and selfish than governments tend to be. They would at least consider cooperating.”
“Let us hope so,” Hades said. “In any way, we should first wait for Hazel and her two companions to return from their quest before we start speculating.”
Nico looked uncomfortable. “They will return, won’t they?”
“Only the fates can tell,” Hades stated. “Thanatos must be returned to his position as my lieutenant. Spirits are growing uneasy without him.”
He was rather worried, if he was honest. As Hades, the fear he felt for his Roman daughter was slightly dampened, but he still wanted her to return unharmed. It irritated him to be unable to help, even if subtly, while she was in Alaska. Damned place, just off the extent of his powers.
And, of course, the issue with the Doors of Death was much worse than he wanted to admit. Spirits returning? His family would never let him hear the end of it.
He could almost hear it, ‘You have one job, brother, do try to do it properly’, they would be unbearable.
“How are you faring without him?” Nico asked. “It’s been quite a while.”
His tone was concerned, which Hades both appreciated and found ironic, since the boy had benefited from the situation when it suited him, but Nico needn’t worry about such things. Or perhaps he should, if he could use the information to put pressure on either camp.
“The Furies can keep things in order here, for the time being,” he replied. “The problem is that the other side of the Doors is in Tartarus.”
Nico paled. “I see…”
“Yes, it’s not ideal.”
“And, hypothetically,” Nico commented. Hades frowned, he never liked his son’s hypothetical questions. “How would one be able to close them, then?”
“You defeat Gaea,” he explained. “Either you blackmail her or bribe her into closing them herself —rather unlikely, as you can imagine—, or you send a couple of expendable creatures to close them from Tartarus.”
“Demigods, for example?”
“No,” Hades dismissed the notion with a wave of his hand. “Demigods could never make it, your kind is not prepared for the abyss, your mind would shut off.”
Nico frowned. “You once told me demigods were ideal for all this crap because we were part of both worlds.”
“You have an incredible ability to distort my words into whatever is convenient for you, did you know?” Hades was losing his patience. “I told you that demigods were my family’s ideal tool to annoy me by sending them here —to the civilised bit of the Underworld— bearing demands. Not to dive into Tartarus in a suicide mission for their souls to be lost forever.”
“The soul would be lost?” That seemed to concern his son more than the rest.
“Of course,” Hades confirmed. “Thanatos —assuming he ever returns to his post— wouldn’t venture that far to pick up a wayward foolish spirit. Besides, who would be idiotic enough to—” Then it clicked. “Absolutely not.”
“What? I didn’t say anyth—”
“You’re not about to throw yourself into Tartarus,” Hades ordered. “That’s the most ridiculous plan you’ve come up with so far, and the Fates know you’ve had plenty of wacky ideas.”
“Now who’s understanding whatever they want?” Nico snapped. “I didn’t imply that I’d go to Tartarus, it was all theoretical.”
Hades stared at him firmly. “You want to close the Doors.”
“That would be useful,” he confessed with a self-conscious shrug. “But I didn’t know they were in Tartarus.”
“And now that you do know,” Hades insisted. “You won’t go near that cave, will you?”
Nico stayed silent.
“Answer me,” Hades demanded. “Promise me you won’t be reckless enough to go near that bloody cave.”
His son looked at him defiantly. But staring contests were Hades’ speciality. Even his spoiled youngest brother couldn’t beat him.
Reluctantly —very, very reluctantly—, Nico nodded. “All right. I won’t.”
#hades pjo#nico di angelo#percy jackson#pjo#hoo#pjo hoo toa#riordanverse#pjo fic#mis fics#tagthescullion#embellished lies
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