#and Tharn is barely holding back tears

[maxescheibechlinichacheli]

#the sign #the sign the series #phayatharn #nagaruda #thai bl #bl drama #bl series #maxine gifs #thesignsource #oh that kiss 😭 #Phaya knows something is not right with Tharn #but how could he know that Tharn is saying goodbye? #and Tharn is barely holding back tears #is barely holding himself togehter #he's hurting so much but he wants to protect those who he loves #gosh that show! #edited to replace the second gif that didn't play smoothly

[the-wayside]

I don't know if anyone else does this but like my brain plays fill in the gaps and I write whole scenes in my head for most things I watch which is why I have so much to say all the goddamn time.

Anyway, I happened to write down this one. It's a canon-ish compliant how we got from A to B to C of Phaya waking up and going to Tharn's and a bit after that.

the you who is everything. 2.6k. pg-13 for sexy adjacent if you know you know.

It’s Tharn who gets ushered out of his room far too quickly, shining brown eyes with unshed tears and a rough unshaven cheek under Phaya’s palm. It’s Tharn who speaks no words but Phaya can feel his anguish as distinctly as his own. It’s Tharn who lets it happen because Nee is inconsolable and Phaya hazily watches as Tharn moves back to let her come forward. He wants more than anything to speak, to call out for him again but his consciousness slips and his fingers slacken without the steadiness of Tharn to hold onto.

It’s Tharn who is Wansarut. His beloved. Wansarut is Tharn. Phaya feels the tight boundaries of memories that are and aren’t his own. They belong to Master Garuda. Still, they are embedded in his skin and he feels their free edge, pushing and expanding in his mind. He grasps onto not the new memories, but a simple one he knows is his and his alone, his hand cupping Tharn’s throat, asking him not to leave. He knows he has searched without looking, yearned without truly knowing. This person who appeared in his life too many times to be a coincidence. Not a coincidence, a gift. Another chance to defy the will of an immodest god. Phaya curls his fingers against his palm when his thoughts slip to Chalothon. The slayer of his love. It’s like another dream as the nurses hustle and bustle around him, taking his vitals and consoling his sister. He feels someone try to take his amulet and he slams his hand down on top of them both.

“No,” he croaks, barely eeking out a whisper. Not for his safety, but because they can’t take what he gave to Phaya. She. They. His mind swirls faster and the hand slips away as he catches the thong of leather between his thumb and index finger, to keep it tight in his grasp. Tharn’s soul is in this stone that he tucks under his hospital gown. They can’t have it. No one can.

“P’Phaya—” Nee calls out to him and he peels his eyes open with a force it has never taken him before. Time has passed or at least he thinks it has.

He mumbles incoherently and she looks concerned, Dao behind her, holding her arm and her back.

“Tharn,” he whispers with more acuity.

Nee looks back at Dao, “We sent him home.”

Phaya tries to understand why, his face crinkling up and Nee must see the stress on his face. The tear that slips from his eye isn’t entirely his own. He cries and wets Phaya’s face.

“We’ll call him back,” Nee says immediately, trying to calm Phaya down, unused to seeing her brother cry, Dao tries to slow her down as she moves quickly to grab her phone.

“P’Phaya,” Dao tries as tries to split her focus on talking to him and dealing with Nee.

He doesn’t have it in him to speak but he repeats himself, “Tharn.”

It’s all he wants. Now. Forever.

***

When he wakes up a third time, alone and after visiting hours, he feels more centered in his body. His eyes open easily and he feels stronger and more like himself. He gently peels the tape from his canula and slips the needle out, pressing his palm down to try and stem the blood flow. His blood is sluggish and it stops quickly, which he is grateful for. He knows that he’s in no fit state and no nurse or doctor is going to let him go willing, so he creeps, barefoot, to the door and peeks his head out. It’s a gentle clutter of activity that comes with the night shift. Easily sifted through. So, he makes his way down the corridor till he sees a room marked STAFF and he opens it with a hard yank down on the closed lock that breaks under even his lesser strength. He closes the door and what catches his eye is a chair just out of his periphery and on it are some men’s clothes. He walks slowly over and grabs hold of them, raising the jeans up, and he mentally fist pumps the air because they look like they’ll work. He peels off his gown, wincing with the movement before he goes into the ensuite bathroom he sees on the other side of the room and splashes water over his face and under his armpits. He’s pretty sure someone gave him a sponge bath, he hopes it was Tharn, but he feels slightly more human and brushes his teeth with toothpaste and his finger to at least get the taste of the lake out of his mouth.

He looks at himself in the mirror, paler than he’s ever been, life barely in his lips. He’s the same. He’s exactly the same but entirely different. His brows, the slope of his nose and his mouth are all him but for a moment when he looks at himself, he isn’t himself. He’s him. The weight of heavy wings tugging on his spine and the sharp bite of talons when he curls his fingers into his hands.

Sakuna.

Garuda.

Naga.

Tharn.

He’s all that matters. He’s out there, alone, he could be hurt at any moment and Phaya can’t get to him. It sets a wave of panic rising inside him. He shakes it off and stands to the best of his ability. The only way he’s getting out of here is if no one out there believes he’s supposed to be in here. He stares himself in the eye and sees nothing out of the ordinary. He grips that image tight and does his best to embody that vision as he walks back to the door to make his journey out of the hospital.

***

He cradles his ribs the entire car ride to Tharn’s apartment. Every dip and ridge in the road lances him with pain. He can feel sweat building on the back of his neck and he tips his head back and tries to breathe it out. 10 more minutes. 10 more minutes and then he can be sure Tharn is safe.

It all comes tumbling out in a rush. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you sooner. You’re only mine. Phaya feels the words like a burning itch under his skin. Tharn is the water, the only water that can slake his thirst and he wouldn’t deny Phaya that would he? No. Not now. Maybe not ever. Walking back, Tharn barely gets enough space between them and mumbles about the door and Phaya hears him but he won’t give him up, won’t let him change his mind, won’t let him deny them this reconciliation. He raises a hand wildly and flicks his wrist and a gust of air like a flap of a wing swings the door closed.

“Tharn,” he whispers, rubbing his nose along his. Tharn looks up at him with those big brown eyes. It’s so hard because he sees him imposed on her. Her who is him. It hurts his head so he strokes his palms down Tharn’s shoulders, down to his slim hips. Tharn is who he is now. Tharn who fell in love with Phaya between kicking sand at base camp and running after bad guys. Tharn who never leaves Phaya’s side. Tharn who is alive and Phaya loves him so very much.

“Phaya,” Tharn calls out to him with concern, hands coming up to his face, thumbs rubbing at what might be dark circles. He doesn’t dare look a second time.

Tharn is Phaya’s. No matter what. No matter what came before or what comes after. In all the sanity, Tharn belongs to Phaya only.

He looks at him because he wants to memorize Tharn’s face, the curve of his cupid’s bow, the strong line of his jaw, thick brows and fluttering eyelashes.

“I need you,” he admits. He needs Tharn like he needs breathing. His entire being has been shifted and remade with a gaping hole in his chest and he feels like he’s been trying to fill it longer than anything else in existence.

Tharn nods like he’s agreeing. He’ll give Phaya this. He’ll let him take without asking questions and Phaya’s grateful because he doesn’t have the answers, only spun-up confusion.

Phaya walks him back, fingers sliding to grasp Tharn’s shirt so that when they’re in his room, softly lit and twinkling, he can pull it off and dive back to that mouth.

Has it only been days since they last did this? Tharn’s beautiful golden skin barely lit as he lays back pulls Phaya in like a moth to a flame, erratic wings beating like the thrum of his heart. Phaya climbs over him to kiss him and Tharn immediately opens up, meeting him kiss for kiss, their mouths sliding against each other in wordless communication. I want you; have me.

Phaya takes his time blushing and bruising Tharn’s skin, littering his skin with marks that don’t penetrate further than the surface but they please that buzz inside his brain that says, people can see. His soul and mine are one. It’s the truest thing he knows as his fingers slide down Tharn’s throat and Tharn grabs his hand and presses a kiss to his knuckles.

His heart squeezes in his chest at the gesture and he skates his lips, tongue teasing until he reaches Tharn’s scar from the knife that almost took him from Phaya. He had previously skirted past it, careful in case it still gave Tharn pain but he tilts his head back, encouraging Phaya to keep up his tending to his body, so he kisses it once, twice, acknowledging its existence but also the truth that it didn't take what Phaya holds so dear to him.

It’s awkward when he tries to take Tharn’s pants off with one hand, kissing back up his chest to his mouth that is leaking breathy whimpers that Phaya wants to swallow down inside himself and keep them there with everything else he knows about Tharn. I did that, I give him that pleasure.

Tharn understands where he’s trying to go and he tips his head back up and focuses on unzipping his pants and shimmying them down his hips and around his thighs. Phaya leans off him enough to help him push them down off his knees and into a heap on the floor. He looks back up at Tharn who pulls on his bicep and tugs him back up to kiss him again, bolder than before and he slides his hand into Phaya’s hair, trapping him as he pulls him to lay across his naked body. There’s little more that he can do but whine as Tharn licks and sucks on his neck, giving him a hickey of his own. When he finally surfaces, leaning back against the bed, he’s smug and Phaya loves him all over again.

There are dark smudges under Tharn’s eyes and it worries Phaya, so he leans over and when Tharn closes his eyes, Phaya kisses his eyelid gently, the tip of his nose, and then his mouth.

“I missed you,” he says quietly and Tharn’s grip on him tightens.

There are a ton of questions that start circulating in his head, some his own, some pushing back from those now opened recesses but Phaya keeps his focus still locked on Tharn, the silence in the eye of the storm.

Phaya slinks down as best he can until he’s knees on the floor, sitting on his ankles, and there’s some apprehension in Tharn but Phaya calms it with soft strokes on his thigh. He won’t do it if Tharn doesn’t want him to. He kisses the thin skin on the inside of his knee, just above that, sucking on the skin and letting it go with a wet pop. He gets a perfect visual of Tharn’s whole body twitching like it’s on one thread from his head down to his toes, connected only to Phaya’s mouth.

“Tharn?” He asks, kissing a little further up but still in a safer zone.

Tharn licks his lips and nods, “Yeah?”

It’s still a question so Phaya kisses his mid-inner thigh nose rubbing before he bites, Tharn jumping with the unexpectedness of it, “Yeah?”

“Yes.”

Sure, definitive, the go Phaya needs. He sits off his ankles and back properly onto his knees as he pushes Tharn’s leg and kisses the inner crease of his thigh and he jolts again, hooked like a fish on a line. Phaya pays extra attention to it, licking it flatly, tasting the deeper texture of his skin where it is saltier and warmer. Tharn’s fingers wind back into his hair, scratching his scalp gently and sending little tingles down Phaya’s nerves. He retaliates by scraping his teeth on Tharn’s hipbone. Phaya can feel his own blood in his veins, singing eternally about this, about Tharn, about them. It hits deeper in his bones than any fight or battle.

He's supposed to be here with his hands on Tharn’s skin, loving and worshipping all that he’s been given. He is dear to me. My affection is pure.

Tharn gasps and it’s a melody he wants to listen to in this life and all his lives. Phaya swallows and Tharn cries out, fingers spasming in his hair. This is all he needs. Only mine, always. Phaya tucks his arm around Tharn’s thigh to hold him tighter and down and catches in his eyeline as he curls up on himself, thrashing as Phaya draws out and pushes bliss through his body.

“Phaya.” Benediction.

More, Phaya thinks, more of me until there’s nothing else. Until you’re safe from harm’s way.

Tharn tries pushing at him but Phaya is heavier regardless of his state. Without any leverage he has to accept everything Phaya gives him, palm moving to be splayed on his belly to stop him from writhing away again.

“Phaya, please, come o—” Tharn’s words stop but his body trembles, his skin getting hotter and hotter.

Phaya stays with him until all of it eases, his thighs previously corded with tension, slacken away from Phaya’s shoulders.

Phaya strokes his palm over the wet sheen on Tharn’s stomach, comforting him as everything ebbs. Tharn throws an arm over his eyes and breathes out harshly. Phaya eases him down and drags himself up to flop next to him on the bed.

“You—” Tharn accuses from his shielded view.

Phaya kisses his chest, “Mmm, I did.”

That gets Tharn to pull away his arm, and let it drop over his head as he frowns at Phaya with the incredulity of it. Phaya grins at him self-assuredly, “I did, didn’t I?”

That arm slaps his weak chest, “Evil jellyfish!”

Phaya bursts out laughing and Tharn stops, mouth clearly working faster than his brain.

“You’re ridiculous,” Tharn settles for. Phaya can’t tell if he’s embarrassed or not but he takes it as a win when Tharn doesn’t deny him snuggling up closer to his side. There’s a cursory glance downward from Tharn and Phaya shakes his head. It wasn’t what he came for.

“But I’m yours,” Phaya tells him. Tharn doesn’t argue and opens the space by his side so that Phaya can lay his head on Tharn’s chest and listen to the thud-thud of his heart.

Phaya reaches for those same boundaries that felt so prominent in his consciousness earlier in the evening but they have receded, further into the dim back edges of his awareness.

He laments what happened to Wansarut. He feels that distant ache of her passing, the screaming need to save her, and the unflinching sorrow when he couldn’t. He feels her as he feels the walls inside himself but she isn’t everything. Tharn, here and now, feels like everything.

I’m sorry I couldn’t save you, but I promise I will save him.

#way writes #the sign the series #dis bish at it again #it's queue #fic

[timotey]

Ficlet: Down the River, Forever if Need Be

The Sign. Phaya/Tharn. Future fic. Unbeta'd.

She doesn't recognize her grandson in this man anymore. And it's breaking her heart.

(Ficlet based on the promo still of Phaya in his wet suit, looking all disheveled and absolutely devastated. It prodded the bunnies to breed. Ergo, a ficlet).

*.*.*

She’s looking at the man in front of her as he readies his boat to head out on the Mekong River again and she’s trying to find her grandson in him, trying and failing and it’s shattering her heart to pieces. 

Because Phaya, her sweet Phaya has always been so cheerful with constant mischief on his mind, it seemed, and his heart was so big it could encompass the whole world. But she can’t find her boy in the man before her anymore, in the too thin man with unkempt hair and unshaven face who’s too hard, too closed off, all angles so sharp they could cut a person. She’s so worried about him, so afraid for him…

She reaches out and catches his arm before he can jump into the boat, stopping him. “Phaya, my boy…”

He turns to her, looks at her but his eyes, his eyes are devoid of life, so empty.

“Stop, please,” she implores him. “You have to stop.”

“Grandmother…” Phaya sighs but she can see that in his thoughts, he’s already out there again, on the river, searching, constantly searching.

And it’s too much, she can’t take it anymore. If this goes on, he’s going to kill himself! And for what? For whom?

“He left! He’s gone! Tharn’s gone!” she exclaims in her frustration and fear.

And she immediately regrets it. What kind of a person did this tragedy turn her into? How could these words even pass over her lips? She’s horrified at herself.

Phaya clenches his jaw and for a moment it looks like he might actually blow up and yell at her. But it lasts barely a moment, then it passes and he withdraws back into himself again. His anger is gone and all that’s left is grief, sadness so profound that her throat closes off.

Very gently, he extricates himself from her grip. For a moment, he holds her hand in his, so rough and calloused, before letting go. He looks at her and his eyes are bloodshot but dry. He seems to have cried out all his tears, there’s nothing left now.

“But that’s the thing, isn’t it, grandmother?” Phaya says in a gravelly voice, unused to talking much anymore these days. “He didn’t simply leave, did he?”

Her eyes fill with tears. She will cry for him if need be if only he just came home, came back to them.

“The man, that creature, took him, he made Tharn leave and I have a pretty good idea how he did it. Because... you know what has Tharn always been most afraid of?” he asks her and his voice breaks at the end. “That others would suffer because of him. That they would die because of him. Me, his family, his friends. And I'm sure that the bastard used that against him.”

She’s now sobbing quietly, hand pressed to her lips. Because she’s only known Tharn for a little while but she saw the goodness in him, saw his kindness and his love for her grandson. She felt that he was worthy of Phaya’s affection. And she’s sorry, so sorry about what happened to him.

Phaya clenches his hands in fists. “If he simply left me, I could do something about it, become a better person, do better to win him back. And if he d-died–” He chokes on his words and squeezes his eyes shut for a moment before continuing in a whisper, “He isn't dead. He isn't. He isn't, he isn't, he isn't...”

Then he takes a deep, shaky breath. “That Naga bastard’s been trying to kill me since I was a kid. He was willing to kill him just so we would never be together. And that man, that person has him now in his hands, grandma. Can you understand that? Can you grasp what that means? Tharn’s been trying to escape him for lifetimes, for centuries and now the man finally has him and–”

Phaya presses the heels of his hands into his eyes and tries breathing in slow and deep to collect himself again. She considers reaching out and touching him, offering comfort, but everything about him screams stay away, stay away, stay away. This is her grandson and she doesn’t even dare to hug him because she’s so afraid he would feel like a stranger in her arms.

He lets his hands drop back to his sides. He looks absolutely devastated when he opens his eyes again. “This has been my worst nightmare ever since I found out what Chalothon wanted. And I did all I could to keep him away from Tharn but somehow, somewhere, at some point he still got to Tharn and convinced him that sacrificing himself was better than the alternative. And if I don’t find him, if I don’t get him back–” He clenches his jaw tight.

“My boy…” she whispers.

Phaya shakes his head hard, then he swiftly turns around and jumps into his boat. “I have to go. I have to find him. There must be a way. I will never give up on him.”

The engine roars and soon Phaya’s backing the boat away from the pier, heading out to continue his endless, useless, hopeless search. 

And she can only stand there and cry for him. Cry for them.

#the sign #the sign the series #my fics #my the sign fics #mé

[silver-and-stars]

Now that it's official out : The Sign Finale Uncut

Tharn, my dude. You're telling me that on one hand you had the guy who was toxic and obsessive with you, killed you twice and tried to kill your soulmate twice, succeeding once. (and that b!tch dared to blame your soulmate for your death, it pisses me off so much). HE KILLED YOU AND THE ONE YOU LOVED !

And one the other hand, you had your soulmate who saw you died twice, thought you were dead/never coming back, was depressed, hopeless and withering.

And you choose to take care of Doctor Douche ?! Like screw him, don't pity him. Giving you his Naga soul to save you is the LEAST he could do. Don't reward the bare minimum.

You have a kind heart but you're also lucky Phaya hold long enough. A year longer, maybe just a few months, and he would have broken (also you had friends and family waiting for you, like your aging grandma and your brother who were heartbroken).

I wish that to Phaya's question "He won't try to tear us apart again ?" Tharn didn't answered "yes, he is the one who sends me here" (like what, do you want me to thank him?!) but "yeah, cause he was still an obsessive dangerous dude so I killed him and his dying moment he came to understood he was a horrible person and that I hated him. And I have his soul so he is never coming back".

But Tharn is too kind for that.

#the sign the series #my posts

[theres-a-goldensky]

26 + 2 Various BL Series Fic Recs

Fandoms included in this fic rec list: Love By Chance, TharnType, Until We Meet Again, My Engineer, 2 Moons, HIStory3: Trapped (plus a bit of bonus Theory of Love and WHY R U?)

I’ve found a handful of good fics for all of these tiny pairings that I am newly obsessed with, and I thought I’d share them with you if you’re also looking for something good to read. Please, if you have recs of your own, point me in the direction of any other good stuff!

As ever, feel free to reblog and check out my other rec lists for the following fandoms:

The Untamed list one and two - various pairings, mostly Wangxian

IT chapter 2 list one and two - Reddie 

Good Omens - Aziraphale/Crowley

Or just head over to my bookmarks on AO3.

(All recs are complete) (I’ve noted pairings, length, and rating, but not any warnings or additional tags.)

** denotes personal favorite

LOVE BY CHANCE / THARNTYPE

1. the count up series by sweetiejelly - Tin/Can - ~34,000 words, explicit - A fix-it fic post-canon where Tin and Can slowly work out their issues with some missteps and learning along the way.

So two weeks later, when Can first does it, Tin doesn't know what to do. For the longest while, he just turns off his phone screen. And then turns it back on.

good night, tin. it's been a while but i promised to say good night. so, good night, sleep well.

Every damn time the text is still there.

In the end, Tin deletes it.

The next morning, Can does it again.

good morning, tin. looks like rain today. don't forget your umbrella.

Tin deletes it.

The texts keep coming.

2. ** LBC Aftermath series by Mara - LBC/TharnType crossover- ~6700 words, mature - Were you too horrified by Techno’s ending in LBC? This author feels your pain and did her part to get some justice for Techno. This fic has zero sympathy for Kengkla, which I deeply appreciated. This will help you work out some of your anger. It features LBC!Techno and the TharnType versions of Tharn and Type. Mind the warnings, since this deals with the serious consequences of Kengkla’s actions.

Kengkla stayed at the house through the morning and Techno was so jumpy he nearly leaped out of his skin every time Kla looked at him or talked to him. Even though Kla had explained what happened and how he wasn’t upset to be dating, Techno still felt weird. He kind of wished he remembered what had happened. A guy should remember how he lost his virginity, right?

Kla grabbed him in a big hug and Techno froze, managing a weak grin when Kla pulled back to smile at him. “I’ve got to go home now. But I’ll call you later. Let me know if you go somewhere.”

“O-okay.” Techno stared as the boy let himself out the front door.

3. 5 + 1 by strokeofluck - Tin/Can- ~3600 words, rated general - This is a sweet story about the times when Pete sees Tin having feelings for Can. 

Pete weighed his options as he glanced back and forth between Tin and Can. Can didn’t seem to be bothered by the whole thing, he even had a shy smile on his face. Or at least, Pete thought it was a shy smile, he had never really seen this kind of expression coming from Can before.

He could let this whole thing go, he supposed, but he didn’t really want to. It was time for him to finally say to Tin: I told you so.

“You were born in Bangkok,” he said, casting a wide net and hoping Can would find himself caught in it.

Can did.

4. That Testified Surprise by Mara - Techno/Tharn/Type - ~7000 words, mature - This is a LBC canon rewrite that stars the TharnType version of all three characters. Type realizes something is not...quite...right with Kengkla and invites Techno to stay with him and Tharn instead of going home drunk.

Pouring Techno into the passenger seat, Type sat down in the driver’s seat and pulled the phone out to check it, entering the passcode. (The passcode was the birthday of Thai national football team captain Siwarak Tedsungnoen, of course. Duh.)

Fuck, it looked like Nic had been either texting or calling every 20 minutes since they got to the bar. What was up there?

Scrolling back through the evening’s texts, Type scowled harder. Loving brother or not, this was fucking creepy. Going back farther, it looked like it was a pattern. Did the kid do anything other than pester his brother about his whereabouts?

THARNTYPE

5. everything he wants by minkit - ~5100 words, explicit - Type accidentally ruins one of Tharn’s shirts and agrees to do whatever Tharn wants to make up for it. Which means it’s porn stretched over the bare bones of a plot, and it’s great. 

Tharn’s hands moved across the bed, slowly, inch by inch and it was frustrating because Type knew they were heading to him, but Tharn took his sweet time. And then they were covering his hands and Tharn’s face was mere centimeters from his and Type could barely breathe. It took everything he had not to lean forward and capture those lips that also belonged to him, but he had a feeling if he tried, Tharn wouldn’t let him. He had that look on his face and Type knew what it meant.

He knew he was in for a long rest of the night.

6. You’ve Got Mail by perthbysaint - ~7800 words, explicit - Type sends Tharn nudes at the most inconvenient times.

A selfie? From Type? Tharn was thanking all of his lucky stars as he happily taps to load the image. The picture loads and Tharn’s phone slips from his suddenly lax grip. Convinced he couldn’t have just seen what he thought he just saw, he picks his phone up hastily and stares very intently at the picture.

It’s a mirror selfie, obviously taken in a changing room, but that thought comes secondary to thighs. Type is holding the camera in front of his face to take the picture, shirt clenched in his other hand and pulled up slightly to show off the shorts. The fucking shorts. He had seen Type in his soccer gear before and yes, Type has most definitely asked for the wrong size and Tharn is more grateful than he’s ever been for anything in his whole life. The shorts are riding up so high they can’t cover more than a few inches of skin, Type’s smooth, powerful thighs on full display. On the inside of his left thigh, there’s a tiny purple mark peeking out from under the bottom of the shorts. Tharn knows exactly what it is because he was the one who left it there just two days ago when he sucked marks into Type’s thighs for a half-hour before he slung Type’s legs over his shoulders and ate him out until Type was sobbing fat tears and begging Tharn to let him come.

7. pet names series by LokelaniRose - ~50,000 words, explicit - A series of post-episode fics that gives us the sex that the show only hinted at, starting with the shower scene.

Tharn prides himself on his self-control. All his passion and intensity is saved for his music, when he’s safely behind a drum kit and can let it all out. He’s never been as irritated by anyone else as he is by Type and all his playground bullying nonsense. Something about the other boy just shakes something loose inside him, rattles at Tharn’s iron discipline until he has to grit his teeth constantly not to just – what? Kiss him? Kill him? Tharn has enough composure (and pride) to put up a front that’s all smiles and wry amusement, but really he regularly skips between one of two daydreams – twisting Type’s head off or fucking him into the ground.

(Tharn is absolutely not going to admit to the third set of daydreams, of curling up around Type when he’s cold or cheering him on at matches or bringing him home to meet Tharn’s father. Nope, no, definitely not.)

2MOONS SERIES

8. ** The universe where we do not commit reckless, unlubricated buttsex by startledoctopus - Forth/Beam - ~8700 words, explicit - This is a great story about Beam giving in and trying to seduce Forth the same way he seduced all of those girls in his past. This Forth is great, and the story retcons their first time to something far more pleasant for Beam.

   "We're heading into a unit on disorders of the spine and I need to review my basic skeletal and muscular anatomy. But it feels stupid to keep studying these weird-looking diagrams and drawings." None of this was, strictly speaking, factual, but an engineering major wouldn't know any different. Beam gathered up all his bravado, walked behind Forth, and began rucking up his shirts as if this were completely normal.

   "What! I..."

   "Shut up, I need to look at a real back so I know what I'll be looking at as a doctor." Forth let him take the shirts off, glancing back at him several times but giving in meekly to Beam's stern look. Forth shuffled the papers some more.

   "All right. Okay, um...Ah!" Beam smirked at Forth's reaction as he ran his thumbs down the nape of his neck.

9. Good Things Come To by sweetiejelly - Ming/Kit - ~4300 words, explicit - Kit gets drunk and reveals more of his feelings for Ming than he probably means to.

"Hmm." Kit closes his eyes and leans his head back on the headrest. "Ming, Ming, Ming. Do you know your name's a kiss? I'm kissing the air everytime I say 'Ming'!" Kit pops his mouth and it pops Ming's mind a bit. "And then I think about kissing you. Why do you make me think about you so damn much? You're so annoying, Ming. No one's ever..." and Kit leans to the side, almost like he's going to conk out or throw up, only to straighten back up. "... made me this crazy."

Oh shit. Ming doesn't know what to do with all of this information. He knew somewhere deep down that Kit likes him. Kit's eyes can't lie. Kit's mouth can't either, the cusses coming out whenever he's keyed up and flustered, and then there are his kisses.

10 + 11. ** how to fail flirt your way into his heart (a guide by Kit) and a little conversation (and a little action please) by sweetiejelly - Ming/Kit - ~30,000 words, explicit in the second part - This story makes a tiny plot divergence. It has Kit put a little more effort into finding out if Ming is really into Yo and then from there, it loosely follows the plot of the show with some key differences. I really enjoyed this.

"Can I have your number?" Kit mentally face-palms. Why? Damn Pha. Damn Beam. Just damn everything, ugh. He has never flirted in his life. Pin asked him out, okay? He doesn't know how to do this. "I'm Kit, Phana's friend," he says, trying to make it less weird.

"I'm Ming. And of course, P'Kit!" Ming flashes him an easy grin and holds out his hand.

Oh right, the phone. Kit shoves it at Ming, nearly hitting him in the chest. Great, he's acing this.

Ming smiles at him, bemused or confused, probably both, and brushes his hand, totally unnecessarily, over the back of Kit's hand as he takes the phone. "In case of emergency, right?" Ming looks up at him from under his lashes and boy, this nong is brazen.

12. ** In Control series by LokelaniRose - Ming/Kit - ~27,000 words, explicit - Kit struggles to tell Ming that he wants something other than the careful, gentle sex they’ve been having. Ming discovers that Kit has some anxiety and panic problems. He also discovers what helps him feel better. [spoilers: these two things are connected.] I love how attentive and caring Ming is throughout this series. The anxious Kit also rings true to the character we saw on the show.

But now that Kit is fretting over things, he might as well fret over this as well. So Ming is great in bed. And let’s be honest, Kit probably isn’t. He hasn’t had a hundred previous partners – okay, tiny exaggeration, but still – and doesn’t know all the fancy moves and techniques and tricks…and just like everything else, in bed Ming is somehow casual and sincere at the same time. He never seems to want anything except what Kit wants, is always happy to do whatever, to take his time making slow, gentle love to Kit. Kit knows that he always comes at least – he secretly really likes it when Ming comes, he’s not quite sure why – but what if there’s more that Kit could be doing, to make it better for him? If Kit was better in bed maybe it would make up for being a shitty boyfriend in other areas, one who can’t be nice in public or talk about his feelings.

UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN

13. another nightmare fic by itsmylifekay - Win/Team - ~2300 words, not rated - Team tries to sleep without Win and it doesn’t go well. 

Team’s room feels suffocating, the air too thick and the space too dark and the covers sticking to his skin with sweat. His breaths are too loud in the quiet, but the quiet itself is deafening. It reminds him of the water. The muted sounds. The frantic pounding of his heart. (The same one he feels now echoed in his chest.)

Flashes of the dream come back to him unbidden.

Everything is too dark, too bright, no way to see what way is up or what way is down. He’s trapped. Can’t get out. Can’t breathe.

14. ** Different With You by blackrose9212 - Win/Team - ~6900 words, teen - It’s open swim week, which means that the swimming club offers free lessons to any of the students who would like to participate. Team doesn’t understand why his teammates hate it so much - until he does. Great jealousy in this one from both sides. 

“Nice to meet you,” the boy gushes. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’d like to join your group. Auntie said there needs to be at least three people, and no one was sitting across from you two. I’ve been paying attention so I already have ideas. Is that okay?” Team watches as he pulls out his books and drops them onto the table, pushing them a little farther out so they’re nearly touching Win’s notebook.

Team shrugs. “Sure, that’s fine. I don’t think Win has been paying attention so I’m glad you have an idea of what’s going on.”

Win hits him lightly at the back of the hand and Film giggles behind his hand. “Oh, no, P’Win looks very smart. I’m sure he’s been listening.” He looks at Win and smiles a little, blushing when Win gives him a smile back.

Team looks between the two of them. Then back at Film, who’s watching Win leaf through his literature textbook like he’s never seen anything so beautiful, and then past Film at the table he left from, where he sees three boys, laughing behind their hands and making cooing faces.

15. seven hundred thirteen by Kiranokira - Win/Team - ~6800 words, mature - Win spends two years abroad in England, and he and Team have to navigate a long distance relationship. It’s very sweet and written very true to life. 

“I kind of hoped you were going to show up at the airport tomorrow morning and chase the plane,” Win says. He kisses Team’s hair, lingering there to memorize the fresh, clear scent.

Team says, “Is it weird that I thought about doing that?” and Win feels him smile against his shoulder.

It’s late, nearly nine thirty, and Win had plans of how to spend tonight that can’t be realized anymore. He wanted to invite Team to dinner with his family. He wanted to play video games with Team and View. He wanted to talk about London with Waan and Team. He wanted to include Team in his family’s warmth in some small way, to make him feel less lonely.

He can’t do any of that now but he still wants to sneak Team upstairs and have him in his arms all night. He wouldn’t, but he wants to. It’s been a month since he moved off campus permanently, and weeks since he was last able to spend a night alone with Team.

16. ** You Can Cry by Kiranokira - Win/Team - ~19,600 words, mature - Win goes missing while on vacation with some friends. Team is left at home trying to handle it. I like the way the author built up to the accident happening. They did a good job creating tension and showing us exactly how Team felt about Win. And spoilers, this story has a happy ending.

“You’re going to fail out of university,” Team tells him. “You’re not really going, are you?”

Win rolls onto his side and perches his cheek on his hand. “What if I say yes?” he asks. “Will you miss me?”

Team’s warning look is more venomous than usual. “Not at all,” Team says, and Win smirks because that isn’t true and they both know it. “You still shouldn’t go. What if you miss the flight back? You’ll fail out and I’ll break up with you for being a dumbass.”

The very recent phenomenon of Team acknowledging that they’re a couple has its usual melting effect on Win’s heart.

2GETHER

17. ** Love Songs on Our Skin series by Kari_Kurofai - Sarawat/Tine - ~15,700 words, explicit - A soulmark AU where Tine is born with the notes to a song that hasn’t yet been written wrapped around his chest. I enjoyed how Tine’s obliviousness in the show carries over to this fic. 

Only Mr. Chic would have a song no one had ever fucking heard of permanently etched on his chest. For fuck's sake .

Still, he waves it off, and he tries not to look too closely at other people's marks. Tries being the key word. He doesn't envy the elegant watercolors of a guitar pick and an open novel he catches sight of on the wrists of some couple's interlinked hands when he's in town. And he certainly doesn't envy the dude he once saw in a coffee shop with the words " I hate you " scrawled across the back of his neck. But yeah, okay, he might be a little jealous of the people who are lucky enough to have something as simple as their soulmate's name on their skin. That definitely isn't fair.

"Why couldn't it at least have been a Scrubb song?" he asks the mirror as he wipes it clear shower-born condensation. The mirror and him are well acquainted with this conversation by now. In fact, the mirror sees the stupid mark more than anyone, so it might as well put up with his equally stupid questions. "It could have been 'Together.' Just think of it, how romantic it would be to meet some cute girl's eyes after bumping into them at a concert, my favorite song playing . . ." He draws a nail over the winding bars of the music on his chest, frowning. "That would be so much easier."

18. Drown Your Sorrows by HyacinthsSoul - 2gether/Theory of Love - Sarawat and Third meet at a bar and bond over being in love with oblivious men.

“No, he’s an angel,” Sarawat says. “Unfortunately he’s a very stupid, very straight angel.”

“Mine’s stupid too,” the other man admits. “But definitely no angel. I’m Third, by the way,” he adds, offering a slender hand to shake.

“Sarawat,” says Sarawat. “Can I buy you another? I think we’re drinking the same thing, although I can’t remember what it’s called.”

20. ** Your Body Is My Instrument by Kari_Kurofai - Sarawat/Tine - ~12,000 words, explicit - This fic does a good job doing what, in this reccer’s humble opinion, the series failed to: showing Tine attracted to Sarawat. There’s great first time sex and some fun sexual tension. Plus, we get to see them switch off, which is extremely rare in BL. And most importantly: hand kink.

It starts innocently enough. Or, well, innocently enough for a guy whose first words to him were, “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll kiss you till you drop.” So, you know. It starts kinda like that.

They’ve been officially dating for a grand sum total of three days and altogether not that much has changed. Except that Sarawat touches him more now. Normally this would be fine, no big deal, right? But Sarawat has magic, evil hands, and apparently all he has to do is glance Tine’s way to deduce the exact right places and ways to touch Tine to drive him up the fucking wall.

And the worst part is it’s almost never the same place or the same way twice, and the only warning Tine ever gets is that sneaky little glint Sarawat gets in his eyes just before he does it, the bastard.

MY ENGINEER

21. Cool Boy(friend) by HyacinthsSoul - Ram/King - ~22,000 words, explicit - So this is technically a WIP, but each chapter feels like a completed fic without a cliffhanger or anything. This is a very sweet, comfortable story about King and Ram getting to know each other as their relationship develops.

In the selfie King sends, he’s holding up a full shot glass while someone’s arm reaches into the frame to hand him another kind of drink, something tall with a straw and a paper umbrella. Ram frowns. Whose arm is that? The person is wearing a red long-sleeved shirt, which doesn’t match what any of their friend group was wearing, and the engineer bar doesn’t offer table service.

Frowning, Ram looks back through the previous photos until he spots a detail he’d overlooked before: a red-shirted man at a neighboring table. He’s visible in the background of two or three pictures taken by Tee, and in each of them he’s staring intently at King.

Not that it’s any of Ram’s business. Not that he cares.

HISTORY3: TRAPPED

22. it’s too late (to turn back now) by stebeee - Tang Yi/Meng Shao Fei - ~7200 words, general audiences - Canon divergence fic where Tang Yi pushes Shao Fei away after he saves Hong Ye in order to try and protect him. Shao Fei reacts to that about as well as you’d expect.

“Tang Yi, what do you mean-“

“I think you’ve fooled around for long enough,” Tang Yi interrupts, his voice cold, nothing like the man who had dabbed at his lips with a cotton bud last night, the man who had smiled at him when he made the cannon joke.

“You’ve disrupted my life, and the life of my family and friends in the past few weeks, Meng Shao Fei. This has gone for long enough,” he continues, unwavering. “I don’t want to have anything more to do with you. Take a good rest here in the hospital, and I’ll get someone to pack up your things back at the house. Jack will deliver it back to your apartment.”

23 + 24. ** just waiting, waiting (on you) and between you and me by stebeee - Tang Yi/Meng Shao Fei - ~16,000 words, general audiences - These are stories about how Shao Fei and the rest of the gang deal over the years when Tang Yi is in jail. Found family fics are my jam, so I loved this.

The thing is, it’s been almost three months of this. 90 days, give or take. 2,160 hours. 129,600 minutes. And more than 7 million seconds of this — not having Tang Yi at his side.

Shao Fei wonders for a moment if he will ever stop seeing Tang Yi in every corner of the house. When he comes down the stairs in the morning, some part of him expects to see Tang Yi standing at the kitchen island with a bright smile, asking him if he wants jam with his toast that morning. Shao Fei sees Tang Yi in that apron he loves, cooking at the stove when he fixes himself dinner, alone in the spacious kitchen. Seeing Tang Yi’s favourite blue bathrobe, Shao Fei can almost see Tang Yi leaving the bathroom, his hair all wet and falling over his eyes.

25. amuse bouche by sarahyyy - Jack/Zhao Zi - ~2400 words, general audiences - This is more of Jack seducing Zhao Zi through food and attention. So basically an extension of the show. Mother hen Jack is the cutest.

“Jack?” Zhao Zi murmurs blearily. “Why are you here?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” Jack shoots back, herding Zhao Zi back into the house. He checks for Zhao Zi’s temperature with the back of his hand. “Fever?”

“Just the flu for now, I think?” Zhao Zi says.

Jack purses his lips. “Have you had anything to eat?”

“I had some bread earlier?” Zhao Zi says, but he also looks shifty enough that Jack mostly takes it with a grain of salt.

26. Absolutely Nothing Goes Wrong by anon - Jack/Zhao Zi - ~4500 words, teen - This is an AU where Zhao Zi is the son of a rival mob boss, but he’s still, you know HIMSELF. And when his father says he’s useless, he decides to prove him wrong by seducing Tang Yi’s second-in-command. It’s absolutely adorable.

The man pulled him by the arm, resisting Zhao Zi’s attempts to unhook his claws without causing a scene.

“Hey, stop grabbing me!” he shouted, as the other man played deaf.

“While I admit this is a very loud bar, I didn’t think it was quite so easy to mishear what this young man just yelled straight into your ear,” a newcomer who’d witnessed their conflict said lightly as he walked up to them. His words were accompanied by a wide, almost chilling smile. Zhao Zi blinked once and the odd peculiarity of that smile vanished, leaving just a regular smile in its place. He must’ve just been imagining things under the harsh shadows of the dimly lit bar.

AND +2

Because I’m shameless, I’ll add my own two fics to the end, if you’re interested.

WHY R U?

27. Sorry A Thousand Times - Fighter/Tutor - ~3200 words, explicit - This is a canon divergence for the series finale. I needed more catharsis after the intensity of episode 12.

Tutor narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists at his sides. He took a deep breath. “How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone before you listen?” he asked. I don’t know how many more times I can bring myself to say it.

“Only once,” Fight said and then added, “if you mean it.”

Tutor crossed his arms over his chest and said, “What makes you think I don’t mean it now?”

The corner of Fight’s mouth turned up and he took a step closer. Tutor stumbled back until he was stopped by his legs hitting the edge of the bed. Fight reached out a hand and gently ran the back of his fingers over the line of Tutor’s jaw.

Until We Meet Again

28. Dream On - Win/Team - 8900 words, explicit - Takes place alongside show canon, so that we see how the bed sharing began and how Win and Team’s relationship developed over that year.

“Do you want to do well tomorrow?” Win asked, throwing one of his legs over both of Team’s.

“Yes,” Team said as he did his best to put some space between them on the tiny mattress.

“Then you need to get some sleep. I’m helping.”

“How is this helping?” Team demanded.

“Would you stop…” Win said, shifting closer every time Team pulled away. “Five minutes, Team. Just be still for five minutes, okay?”

#until we meet again #uwma #win/team #winteam #fic recs #fic rec list #bl fic recs #j9 #2moons #2moons2 #mingkit #ming/kit #forthbeam #forth/beam #love by chance #lbc #tincan #tin/can #mean/plan #2wish #uwma fic #2moons fic #tharntype #tharntype fic #mew/gulf #history 3: trapped #jack/zhao #tang yi/meng shao fei #history 3: trapped fic #lbc techno fix-it

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Prompt idea: What if that brick Lhong grabbed had connected with (or at least skimmed) Type's head before Tharn could get there? (and the aftermath)

I could go for days when it comes to TharnType. Thing is I wanted to mirror the scene of them sitting on the floor and Tharn is taking care of Type's wounds. Also, I had a thought for an alternate version of Type falling into a coma because of this injury, but I opted for this version because well they got to kissing each other faster:

He couldn't put a hand up to block him so the brick connected. At first, through a searing rush of pain,Type almost thought Lhong had nicked his eye. He knew there was blood dripping over his eyebrow but his eye itself was safe. When he realized this he began an attempt to shove Lhong off of him, but that was already happening. Tharn shoved him off and didn't waste a second to jump him. He landed punch after punch to his face until Lhong had a bloody nose. Peripherally, Tharn could see Type attempting to stand so he abandoned his anger, reluctantly letting Lhong go, to be at Type's side to catch him.  Type effortlessly used him as a crutch but then his eyes kept fluttering open and shut, a wave of sleepiness overwhelming him.  

"Don't let him fall asleep," said Champ who inspected the head wound. "I'm surprised you weren't knocked out." Type managed a snicker but swayed on his feet, barely keeping himself conscious. Tharn hooked his arm around his waist tighter as the cries of forgiveness came from Lhong.  

"If you think for one second I care about a single word coming from your mouth, guess again," Tharn spat. "I'm taking my boyfriend to the hospital." Tharn stopped in his tracks, realizing what he just said. 

They were broken up. Part of Tharn never believed it to be true. Type was and will always be his. 

"Tharn," a groggy but familiar voice spoke up. "If you don't get me to the hospital, I will actually break up with you." Tharn didn't hesitate. He carried Type to the car. Techno and Champ followed. As he passed by Lhong, Champ made sure his shoulder brutally connected  in such a way that it sent him flying on his ass. Once at the car, Champ offered to drive so Tharn could be with Type in the backseat. He held tightly to Type's hands as they headed for the hospital. No one looked back. 

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Days later Type had to convince Tharn that he was all right. His injuries were healing, his body was in top shape so it'd be fine to start up soccer practices again. Tharn yanked him to the floor and Type scoffed at the pile of first aid items between them. He wanted to tell Tharn no, but sometimes he couldn't deny that pleading look in his boyfriend's eyes. 

"Fine. Patch me up."

"Explain to me again why this had to involve breaking up with me. It broke my heart."

"What you're doing hurts," Type chided and grabbed Tharn's wrist to stop him from dabbing the cotton ball at his head. "Besides, I've told you I'm sorry."

Tharn let out a sigh. Type rolled his eyes because he knew the sound of this particular sigh. Tharn was unsatisfied about something. "I almost thought I'd lose you to a coma," Tharn murmured. Type put a finger to a chin to lift his face up. "I am here. I'm sorry." 

"Type," Tharn drawls out, tears flowing freely down his cheeks now. "Let's stay together forever." 

Type leaned their foreheads together, fingers twisting into Tharn's hair at the nape of his neck. "Okay. Let's be together forever." Type pressed his lips against Tharn's. He accepted the kiss, scrambling for Type's waist to scoot him closer. Type decided to take it a step further by climbing up into his boyfriend's lap. "I am sorry," he said again as he held fast to Tharn's shoulders. Tharn gazed up at him, eyes still watering. "Always on the verge of tears, you crybaby." Tharn smiled this time. Type caught his breath. "Listen carefully, you asshole, Tharn. I love you." Type's face scrunched into a playful smile. Tharn squeezed hands into the small of his back and buried his face into Type's chest. Fingertips traced up his shoulders until hands firmly grasped his cheeks. Type smirked at him. "Can I show you how sorry I am?" 

"Is there any other way?" Tharn chuckled. As they reconnected their lips, sneaky hands went underneath Type's shirt and crawled up his back. Type never considered them broken up, but this felt like them reuniting. It felt good. It felt right. Type pulled away from the kiss to hold his face again. 

"Tharn," he whispered. 

"Type, I love you." Type took another deep breath. He rolled his eyes. Tharn didn't need guidance, but Type led him there anyway and so he buried his lips into his neck. Type wanted nothing else in the entire world. He wanted nothing but this feeling. His love for Tharn was almost the death of him. Type grabbed Tharn by the face once more, looking into smiling eyes.  So be it then, he was completely and inexplicably in love; it didn't matter as long as he had forever with this man in his arms. And with another kiss Type sealed this silent vow.

#tharntype #also they're in love #they are also sooo DRAMATIC about it #haha #basically it is kind a rewrite or fix it of the last scenes in ep 12 #fic request

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Your Arms Are My Comfort

A/N: I’M FINALLY DONE WITH ALL THE PROMPTS IN MY ASKBOX XDDD Anyways, this prompt was asked for by @bronrocks1​! I really hope you like it! Also, I wanted to thank @shellygurumi​ for giving me some cute ideas about matching couple objects/jewelry for these two <3 Let’s get to the fanfic now!!

Summary: After Type wakes up from a nightmare, he’s finds comfort in an object until Tharn wakes up and helps calm him down enough to fall back asleep, cuddled in his arms. 

Word Count:  1229

Clenching his eyes shut as he wheezed for breath, Type pulled his knees to his chest as his body fought to get out of the nightmare he was currently having. Squeezing the blankets with a tight fist, Type clenched his jaw before his eyes shot open, throwing himself up in bed as his wide eyes took in the room around him. Biting his lip to hide the heavy sobs that wanted to bubble out of his throat, Type blinked away the warmth he could feel behind his eyes and let out a shaky breath, pulling his knees to his chest as he wrapped his arms around his legs, burying his face in his knees. Gnawing at his bottom lip, Type tried to focus on the breathing exercises Tharn had taught him for when panic attacks tried to take over as he remembered that being curled up wasn’t good for getting air into his lungs. Letting his legs fall down into a pretzel position, Type took a shaky breath in but was slightly relieved that he could finally take in a proper breath instead of a hitching one. Rubbing his wrists as he tried to calm his racing heart, Type felt his finger twitch as he felt the woven bracelet that he had around his wrist, a cool metal charm catching his fingertip as he felt the fabric.

“Type…? Is everything okay? What’s wrong?” Tensing up briefly as he heard a voice come from behind him, Type shook his head as he forced himself to remember that Tharn was there and it wasn’t...him. Noticing the way his boyfriend’s body was trembling, Tharn frowned with concern before he slowly pushed himself up, scooting himself over until he was right beside Type, not exactly touching him yet. Letting his eyes shift from where they were glued to their bedsheets, Type continued to play with the drum charm that was attached to his bracelet as he met Tharn’s gaze, swallowing the lump in his throat as he tried to think of what to say. Noticing that he was having a hard time speaking, Tharn offered him a soft smile as he reached out, softly intertwining one of their hands, keeping his touch light just in case Type was still uncomfortable with any sort of touch. “Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?”

“Y-yeah...The same one I always get...I’m sorry if I woke you,” Type whispered, keeping his voice low just in case it wobbled, showing how close he was to tears still. Shaking his head, Tharn scooted a bit closer to him and bumped their heads together softly, offering him an encouraging smile to show he was listening. Squeezing Tharn’s hand a bit tighter, Type took a breath in and let it out, letting his walls down as he told Tharn his dream, not leaving anything out as his boyfriend nodded and listened carefully. At the end of it, Type realized how his heart had slowed down considerably and that during his speech, he had somehow crawled closer to Tharn until he was holding onto his arm in a tight grip. Threading his fingers through Type’s hair, Tharn shushed the embarrassed noise Type let out before he pressed a kiss to his temple. “Sorry...am I hurting you?”

Shaking his head, Tharn let his hand fall to Type’s, nuzzling his face into his hair as their fingers intertwined, the charms on both their bracelets clinking together, the sound resembling a windchime. Letting Tharn cuddle him, Type curled closer into his boyfriend’s warm embrace as he observed the football charm Tharn had on his own bracelet, smiling shyly as he remembered how they got the bracelets and how Tharn chose the charms for both of them. Letting Type go a bit once he felt the shivers beginning to fade away, Tharn cupped his cheeks and pressed their foreheads together. Swallowing the lump in his throat as he saw the gleam of pure love shining in Tharn’s eyes, the same cheesy grin on his face that he wore when they got the bracelets, Type gave his own shy smile and nuzzled their noses together, despite wanting to hide his face from how hard he was blushing. Letting out a soft sigh, Tharn gave Type a question look but smiled as Type leaned forward and pressed their lips together, trying to hide that he was smiling into the kiss as well. Playing with Type’s ear as he pulled away, Tharn didn’t bother to hide his stupid grin that had Type huffing and playfully shoving at his chest, the blush still strong in his cheeks.

“Are you feeling better? Let’s go back to sleep, yeah?” Tharn softly asked, letting his hand rub Type’s bare shoulders, feeling how the cool skin was growing warm as he finally calmed down. Giving a small nod, Type allowed Tharn to maneuver them down until they were resting on their sides, just quietly gazing at each other as Tharn fixed the blanket, pulling it up on the both of them. Feeling a slight chill coming up his arms when he couldn’t feel Tharn’s warmth anymore, Type swallowed the lump in his throat and reached out, grabbing his boyfriend’s wrist which got Tharn’s attention quite fast. Seeing the unease in Type’s gaze, Tharn cocked his head in confusion. “Type?”

“I-I miss your arms around me as I sleep...it’s embarrassing as hell to say but you make me feel safe…” Type whispered, not letting his eyes meet Tharn’s, keeping them on his boyfriend's chest as he admitted his feelings. Blinking as he took in what Type had muttered, Tharn felt a bright smile rising on his face as he hummed, scooting closer on the bed as he wrapped his arm around Type’s waist, pulling him until he face was buried in his chest and their legs were tangled together. Fisting the shirt against Tharn’s chest, Type took a deep breath in and sighed when all he got was the scent of Tharn’s cinnamon and spice body wash. Rubbing Type’s back softly, Tharn pressed a kiss to his forehead that had Type clicking his tongue, trying not to show how pleased he was about the act of affection. Smiling since he knew that Type actually loved it, Tharn buried his face in Type’s hair and sighed. “T-thanks...Tharn…”

Shaking his head as he let his eyes flutter close, Tharn quietly began to hum the song he had sang to Type that one day in the bar. Noticing this, Type couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on his face before he snuggled closer, closing his eyes as the sleep that was evading him earlier started to drag him down again. Not feeling afraid anymore, however, since he had Tharn around him like a security blanket, Type barely stifled a yawn and let himself doze off, the sound of Tharn’s heartbeat along with his soft humming lulling him into a peaceful slumber, the worry of having another nightmare nowhere in his head. Feeling Type grow slack and noticing the way his breathing eased up and became light, telling Tharn that Type had finally fallen asleep. Pressing one last kiss to his hair, Tharn snuggled back into his boyfriend, letting his own eyes close as he followed Type into unconsciousness, both of them holding each other tight as they slept the night away.

#tharntype the series #tharntype #my writing #thanks for requesting!

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You See Me Bare | TT

TharnType:

Summary: Type takes care of Tharn.  Genre: Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Ep 12 tag. Missing Scene. Warnings: None?

A/N: Extra special thanks to @kdramama xo

It’s almost three in the morning and Type is staring at the ceiling. Face throbbing something fierce. Thoughts buzzing around in his head.

Tharn is laid beside him, curled under the covers, one hand clinging to Type’s fingers even in sleep. It’s like he’s afraid if he lets go, he’ll be forced to let go forever.

Type lets out a slow breath. He has a lot of making up to do. A lot of trust to rebuild. Tharn won’t hold anything against him for long. He’s too good for that. Too pure. But Type will do better in any case. For Tharn, whos been forced to lose so much in his life. Type will make up for each and every soul Tharn is missing.

Even Lhong.

Because as much as he loathes the man with every fiber of his being. For his selfishness and his twisted imitation of love. For the pain and anguish he’s caused Tharn over the past four years. He was still Tharn’s best friend, his unwavering shadow. And now he’s gone. Another missing piece to add to Tharn’s broken collection of voids.

The thought alone almost makes Type question whether or not he did the right thing. He knows Lhong deserves every bit of misery the world has to spare. Type only wishes he could have spared Tharn the heartache that came with exposing him.

Tharn twitches next to him, his breath hitching in his sleep.

Type turns to lay on his side. He reaches his free hand out to brush Tharn’s fringe back. His skin feels warm. A little clammy.

“Ssh,” Type whispers in the dark, cupping his face gently.

There are dark smudges under Tharn eyes, frown lines even in his sleep. Type’s chest aches because he knows he put them there. On Tharn’s beautiful face. He put those ugly marks there.

A tear falls from Tharn’s closed eyelid and falls over his nose.

Type brushes it away with his thumb. “Don’t cry. Please don’t cry,” he whispers, a lump building his throat. “I don’t think I can stand it again.”

Type never understood this kind of love before. The kind people write songs and sonnets about. The kind where people say they’d rather suffer unbearable agony for a thousand years than watch their loved one shed a tear for even a second.

Type always thought it was some kind of myth.

Until Tharn.

Until he got on his knees and begged. Begging him not to go. He’d do anything. It was then Type knew he’d do anything in return. Anything for Tharn. Including letting him go.

A too warm hand tightens around his fingers. Tharn’s kiss bruised lips mumbling something unintelligible.

Type vaguely remembers once clinging to Tharn’s shirt, fingers gripping the white fabric, nails digging into Tharn’s skin. Begging him to help as his most horrid memories flashed through his unconscious. The only person that’s ever been able to comfort him had been his father before that day. He’s lost count how many times since Tharn has rubbed a soothing hand over his shoulder or muttered a kind word to get his mind off of something bugging him.

Type shuffles closer, tucking Tharn’s head under his chin. The pillow catches the bruises on his cheek but he doesn’t mind. It’s worth it when Tharn moves to fit perfectly into his chest. His hot breath next to his collarbone.

“I’m here,” Type promises, smoothing Tharn’s hair at the back of his neck. The warmth radiating from him. “I’m here with you.”

Type doesn’t think he’ll ever understand what he did to deserve such a person like Tharn. But he’ll stop questioning it. He’ll learn to let it be.

Type presses a kiss to the top of his head. “I’ll never leave again.”

Tharn’s breathing evens out, fingers loosening their grip. He shifts on the pillow and lets out a long sigh, damp blearing eyes blinking up.

Even in the dark, his face looks more flushed than it did five minutes ago. Type thinks about the first-aid still laid in the middle of the floor. The glass of ice now melted into cool water on the bedside table behind him.

“Tharn?” he whispers, gently waking him up the rest of the way. “Hey, Tharn?”

Tharn responds by tucking himself closer, laying on Type’s arm.

Type pulls away, puts a hand to his cheek. “Tharn, wake up a second.”

“Hmm, Ty-?”

“Mh, I need to get up.”

Tharn frowns, “Why?” he asks, voice thick with sleep.    

“I think you’re getting a fever,” Type explains. “I saw some medicine in the box earlier.”

Tharn shakes his head.

“If you get sick, it’ll be my fault.” Type moves to pull his arm out from under Tharn’s head. “Just let me get them.”

“Don’t leave,” Tharn pouts, tugging his hand closer under the covers.

Type smiles fondly. It’s so rare he sees this side of Tharn. The one that pouts and demands affection and care. He’s always so intent on giving it, he misses out on being the receiver. It’s another thing Type mentally adds to the list for the future.  

“I’m not leaving. It’s right there on the floor.” Type gestures to it.

“‘'m tired.”

Type huffs a quiet chuckle. “I know. But my fingers are starting to go numb and you’re sweaty.”

Sleepy Tharn always takes longer to think about things than regular Tharn. Sleepy feverish and emotionally bruised Tharn takes what feels like a lifetime to consider Type’s proposal. Eventually, he nods and gingerly lets go of the hand he’s had in a vice grip since they laid down.  

Type flexes his fingers -he wasn’t kidding about the numbness- and crawls to the end of the bed to reach for the first aid kit. He remembers Tharn insisting on getting one when they first moved in together. He thought it was a waste of money and told Tharn as much, complaining the whole way around the store. It seems so silly now.

He snaps the lid open on the box and taps out two pills into his hand after reading the recommended dose on the bottle inside. He’s been awake so long his eyes have adjusted to the moonlight coming in through their thin linen curtains.

“Here,” he says, holding a hand out. “Sit up and take them.”

Tharn pouts, bottom lip curling, head on the pillow meant to be Type’s.

Type sighs, shaking his head. “You’re really going to make me do it?” he asks, though it’s rhetorical.

He puts the pills next to the glass of melted ice and puts his hands under Tharn’s armpits to pull him up and against his chest.

“Here, you big baby,” he teases, wrapping an arm around Tharn and feeding him the pills one at a time, pushing them between his bruised lips before offering him the water to wash them down with.

Type presses a soft kiss to his mouth after he swallows, his nose nudging Tharn’s warm cheek.

Tharn’s fingers brush the fingerprints on his neck that have started to blossom in the last few hours. By morning his voice will probably sound like he’s chewed on gravel all night but what’s done is done.

“Does it hurt?” Tharn asks, catching his red skin. Eyes a little more alert.

Type tuts, pulling his hand away. “What do you think?”

He threads their fingers together, noticing how much bigger Tharn’s hands than his. He’s never noticed it before now. They’ve never held hands before now. Type refused, until now.

“Why did you just lay there?”

“I could have taken him, right?” Type smirks. He sighs when he sees the lingering pain in Tharn’s eyes. “That wasn’t the point. I was trying to get him to show his true colors. Not have me show mine.”  

“Mh.” Tharn nudges closer. “I couldn’t move.”

Type’s eyebrows knit together. “What?”

“I saw his hands around your neck and I couldn’t move. I tried. But it was like my feet were paralyzed. You just seemed so far away. So out of reach. If I’d have gotten there sooner-”

“You weren’t supposed to be there at all,” Type cuts him short. “Damn, Thorn.”

“I keep thinking, what if I was a second later, what if my feet had been a moment slower, and he picked up the rock before we could stop him.”

Type tuts and flicks in between Tharn’s eyes, earning him a half-hearted whine. “Idiot,” he mutters. “Stop thinking this is still your fault. If anything would have happened to me, it would have been my own responsibility.” He leans back against the headboard and pulls Tharn with him. “Besides, this will be the first and last time I lose a fight.”

“No more fights,” Tharn quickly says into his chest. “I’m tired of fighting.”

Type knows he isn’t just talking about physical punches. The words hang in the air like a thick fog. Making it hard to Type to breath.

“No more fights,” he promises, pushing Tharn’s hair back to feel his forehead. “Still warm,” he says. “Do you have a headache?”

Tharn slowly nods.

“Go to sleep. What is it they say? Everything will seem better by morning.” Type pulls the covers up and around Tharn’s shoulders.

“I love you,” Tharn whispers.

Type smiles.

Despite everything. It’s the one lesson Type is grateful for. The lesson in how much he loves Tharn. And Type knows he loves Tharn the most.

“I love you too,” he says.

It gets easier each time he does.

#tharntype the series #tharntype #tharntype fanfiction #My writing

[dreamingsnowflake2013]

Type has always thought that the worst thing that could ever happen to him was being near to a gay person, only while lying in someone else’s arms does he realize how terribly wrong he’s been all along. It was losing Tharn’s love and tenderness, which he took for granted and never cherished properly until it’s almost too late, and the thought of Tharn touching someone else the way he touched him. The mere idea of a life without Tharn and a world without Tharn’s love sends him rushing back to him, back to his arms and bed where he curls up against his side, holding onto him for dear life and desperately begging for Tharn’s forgiveness. He is so panicked and frightened that it’s too late and that Tharn has finally given up on him and decided he isn’t worth it after all the rejections and pain he caused him. It’s the possibility of losing Tharn which ultimately makes Type accept what he’s already known in his heart for some time now - that he is deeply, unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Tharn. He completely lets go of all that stubborn pride and bravado, which almost cost him Tharn’s love, and all the words and emotions that used to be so impossible to voice come pouring out - all the regret, need and longing, fear and confusion, desperation and affection. He can’t hold them back, he can’t contain this all-encompassing, reason-defying love he feels for Tharn anymore. He can’t stop the onslaught of brutal honesty. Type speaks to Tharn with so much urgency because after all the refusals, rejections, indifference, denials and lies and the pain he brought Tharn, nothing but absolute sincerity would do, nothing else could salvage their relationship, which is at stake, and bring it from the brink of destruction. Tharn is being bombarded by one confession after another; it’s everything he ever wanted but thought he could never have. Here is the proud, guarded Type begging for his forgiveness, telling him how he can’t bear the mere thought of Tharn sleeping with anyone but himself. The mere possibility of it is tearing him apart and sickens him.

I love how Type keeps comparing Tharn, a man and a gay, to a woman and in every aspect he finds her lacking because no one can hold a candle against Tharn. And she isn’t the only one lacking, it’s everyone else, as well. What Type feels for Tharn goes beyond physical pleasure and cannot by defined by sex, gender or sexual orientation, just as Tharn cannot be defined by these labels. Large hands, smiling eyes, large embrace, aching tenderness, the unconditional ability to love and accept everything about his lover,…. - all these facets make the wholesome, perfectly imperfect human being that is Tharn. There are millions men and women out there Type could be with, BUT THARN IS ONLY ONE. THE WORLD DOESN’T HOLD ANOTHER PERSON LIKE HIM. He is singular and irreplaceable. The love he has for him is such that at this point Type can’t imagine himself being with anyone else but Tharn. To Type, Tharn represents safety, love and home.

What’s so striking about the whole bed scene is that it takes place on several levels. The verbal one, with all the pledges of love, forgiveness being asked and granted,…and the non-verbal one, which is much more subtle. There are hundreds little moments and details, each more poignant and symbolic than the next and together their create this underlying theme of Tharn and Type bridging the distance between them. At first, Tharn has his back turned towards Type, he is silent, swallowing his pain and tears, eyes closed, headphones in his ears, barely breathing. He is basically unresponsive, pretending to be asleep. He is shutting Type out. Until Type begins to talk, and with each new admission and apology, with each new sentence he always craved to hear from him, Tharn slowly, gradually turns towards him. He opens his eyes, takes off the headphones, starts asking questions and as Type continues his epic love confession, Tharn gradually forgives him for everything and slowly shifts and turns more and more towards him, while touching Type’s hand absentmindedly, until he is face to face with him, until he reaches out to him, caresses his cheek and places his crying face on his shoulder, until they are in each other’s arms once again, getting lost in a kiss and abandon.

There is this moment when Tharn turns his head just enough and you can spot that the tears streaking down his forlorn face, despite all his efforts they escaped. Type notices them and he knows how much he’s hurt him and wants to take all that pain away because Tharn’s pain is now his, as well. He took him in his heart and Tharn is a part of him now, the only way to get rid of him now would be carving out his own heart. And it means so much that both him and Type are crying, literally baring their souls to each other, no longer hiding anything.

When Tharn asks so fearfully through his tears whether Type truly slept with Puifai, Type is so desperate to assure him that he did not do it, that he couldn’t, that the only one he ever wanted is Tharn. He’s so adamant, crying, shaking his head and clutching at Tharn’s shirt because he needs Tharn to believe him, he needs him to know that he is the only one for him. Because the other option is losing Tharn forever and he wouldn’t survive that.

#tharntype #mewgulf #tharntype the series #analysis #ttepisode6

[shellygurumi]

@daysinjuly sent:

tharntype and 2. “Please come get me…”? 🤗

[BL Prompt List]

“Please, come get me...” Type said on the phone, his voice edging on desperate.

“Of course, just wait, I’ll be right there.” Tharn said, his pulse racing. He grabbed his keys, stepped quickly into his shoes, and was immediately out the door. “Do you want me to stay on the phone? Are you somewhere safe?”

There was a pause, Type must have been thinking it over. “I’m safe... I’m standing outside... Champ is coming out now, too. I’ll see you when you get here.”

Hearing that Champ was nearby eased Tharn’s worries slightly, but he still drove over the speed limit on his way to the bar. Some asshole had hit on Type and wouldn’t take no for an answer. He cornered him and triggered a traumatic memory in Type and freaked him out. Type got away, called Tharn, and rushed out of the bar. Tharn figured Champ saw Type storm out and followed him. 

He got to the bar as quickly as he could, parked, and hopped out of the car. The moment Tharn’s eyes fell on Type, he ran to the other man and pulled him into a fierce hug. Champ nodded to Tharn and stepped away, letting the two of them have their space. 

“Are you okay?” Tharn asked, unable to loosen his hold any more. 

“I... I think so... Yeah, I’m okay.” Type nodded against Tharn’s shoulder, but his hands fisted in Tharn’s shirt said otherwise.

Normally, when someone hit on Type, he just got angry and violent. It was real bad when Type got scared. In fact, it scared Tharn when that happened. He rubbed his hand up and down over Type’s back, soothing him. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you now...”

“I hate him...” Type spoke into Tharn’s shoulder. The rage was bubbling up a little bit, but not enough to overtake the fear.

“I know, I hate him too. Want to go home now?”

“Yes...” Finally, Type pulled back a little bit and looked up at Tharn’s face. Tharn could see he had been holding back tears, the corners of his eyes were damp. Tharn couldn’t stop himself from cupping Type’s cheek and brushing at the corner of one eye with his thumb.

“Come on... let’s go.” He kissed Type’s forehead, then started walking them back towards the car. He thanked Champ quickly, and then left. The drive back to their home was quiet, and Type didn’t let go of Tharn’s hand the whole way there. 

Once they got in, Tharn helped Type to take a quick shower, got him into comfortable clothes, then they both climbed into bed. Type curled up against Tharn’s side and Tharn wrapped a strong arm around his shoulders, protective.

“Thank you for getting me, Tharn...” 

“Always, I’ll always be there for you. I promise.” 

Type smiled and nuzzled into Tharn’s side. He was quiet for a moment, then shyly spoke, barely loud enough for Tharn to hear. “I love you...”

The smile that moved across Tharn’s face was so broad and joyful. “I love you, too.”

#tharntype #michelle writes bl #tharntype the series

[talldarkandroguesome]

13th of Morning Star, Third Entry

Sahan brought Tel and I clothing as we waited by where Cadwell teleported us in. Tel seemed to be in shock and I decided they probably needed some time. They were trying to keep their modesty as we drew the eyes of the merchants and city dwellers alike. 

I cared little for my bared body and so I made sure to stretch and languish as an entertainment for those sparing a look in our direction.

Once dressed, Tel was waiting for Er-Jaseen to return with the others. I took the opportunity to go and get a bottle of some sort of liquor, from the taste of it a very rushed whiskey of some sort or another. It felt like fire from tongue to belly and was the perfect remedy to what we had been through. I returned and sat besides Tel. I asked if I could get them anything, food, a drink, some intimacy. They wrapped their arms around me and took the bottle I offered them readily.

We stayed with our arms around another, occasionally kissing  and passing the bottle back and forth. At one point I caught Lyris trying not to look in our direction so I waved at her.

She tried to look away even harder, so I called out to her and she came over, Sahan and Cadwell behind her. I patted the ground next to me and she sat down. I offered her the bottle which she took with a thankful nod. As she took a drink, I kissed her cheek. She seemed a bit surprised and I noticed a flash of something cross Sahan’s face with a twitch of his mouth, but I just smiled and had more to drink.

It was not too long before a portal opened up. Then another. And another. Then even more. And from these portals, a thunder of black soul gems began to pour out forming massive piles that stood half as tall as the buildings in the city. People in the city came out to see what the horrible cacophony was caused by.

We knew that these were likely to be all the souls that had been stolen from people like us. We all went to watch what was happening. It was mesmerizing.

And once the piles finished spewing crystals, they closed back up. Tel continued to stare at the piles for a while. I began looking around to see how many piles there were and to try and calculate how many souls there must have been when I saw a flash of movement. Tel dove into a pile, their arm outstretched. As they dug in, the top of the pile began to fall downward, falling on top of them and soon Tel could not be seen, buried beneath a pile of large soul gems.

Soon enough they came back out, cradling a gem in their arms. I smiled. I knew what it meant. I asked Tel if they had found their soul. They just nodded, staring at it, almost in disbelief. I gave my congratulations. I know how difficult it had been for Tel and their beliefs to be without their soul and could empathize with that horrible aching, cold pain.

Then there was the sound of another portal and I turned to see Er-Jaseen, now no longer glowing or clad in Akatosh’s armor. They fell to their knees and Lyris and I rushed over to his side, the others soon behind us.

I exclaimed my joy and how he had managed to succeed. Yet for the great deed done, he looked utterly devoid of all energy. I offered him the whiskey and he accepted it gratefully, then drinking it until the bottle was completely empty. 

As I looked him over for injury I asked what if anything else I could provide to him. But he was too distracted by the sight of the soul gems that towered around the city. He spoke in a disbelieving voice as he said, she did it, then walked towards one of the piles. When he noticed Tel, he congratulated Tel on finding theirs, then turned to me and said mine was among these. I knew it was, but with as high as the piles were, I could only say it was... somewhere.

That seemed to spark something in Er-Jaseen, for he began calling to the gawkers for any vestiges in the city to be brought forward. Then he and I spoke of the overwhelming number of soul gems, the sheer volume of souls, lives, that had been stolen.

Then the gravity of Er-Jaseen’s actions struck me anew and I faced him, gave a formal and sincere thanks, and kowtowed before him. I wanted to ensure that I gave him the greatest respect I knew how to give, then with my head still lowered, my head on my hands, I told him that he had given me my life and family back. That he had saved Nirn. Saved the Pact. That I, and my House were forever in his debt.

Then other people came and gave him hugs and slaps on the back and cheers. the celebration of those of us who were there for the worst of it surrounded him with joy and praise.

At some point, Er-Jaseen asked about were Tharn was. I had assumed the worst and that he had not survived. And yet, it turned out that as soon as he had made it to the Hollow City, while the others were still recovering from being surrounded, he ran off and to a portal, presumably to his homeland.

Lyris wondered aloud if it had just been to steal the Amulet of Kings, but Er-Jaseen assured him that, according to what Meridia had told him, it would take many long years for the amulet to regain any power. Given Tharn’s age, I presume that he would not be able to get much out of the amulet unless he was willing to go down the slippery slope of sacrificing another life to it. I think he has likely seen enough to know that it would end up for the worst.

As Tel began digging through the soul gem piles again, Galerion arrived. I had mixed feelings about it. Of course he needed to be involved, he would have to help organize the process of sorting soul gems and trying to return them to those who they belonged to. And yet, I could not help but imagine that he was going to try and claim more than his fair share of responsibility for Er-Jaseen’s success. I made a note to myself that I should immediately begin to make songs that put Galerion properly in his realm of influence. Yes, he helped organize, but he was not the reason for the success of any single part of stopping the Planemeld. And I know that I want to solidify him as his proper place in history, an aid, support, organizer. Nothing more.

Er-Jaseen reported that, according to Meridia Herself, the tear in the veil between Nirn and Oblivion was repaired. Of course, Galerion began working a spell and did so for a long time before agreeing that it had been. As though the word of Nirn’s hero and a god were not enough for him to trust, only his own magicka. The arrogance.

Just as Er-Jaseen asked if there were vestiges left in the city and Galerion began to explain how many there may or may not be, Tel came over to me, another soul gem held gingerly in a palm. I did not need to ask to know that it was mine. I could feel Tel’s warmth inside me from where their hand was on the crystal.

My instinct was to try and get my soul back into me. I could feel a longing from not only myself, but from my soul inside the crystal, to try and get back into my body. I held it to my chest, half hoping it would just move from the soul gem into me.

Of course, it did no such thing. There was no way it could be so simple as that.

Then a fear struck me. If my soul were back in my body, I would become mortal once more. This body would be the last one I would get. And if I was to be killed in some manner or another, that would be it.

Yet, if I hid my soul gem somehow, then I could not be killed. It was something the House had feared, for they did not wish for me to become heir to the Grandmaster and then not be able to be killed. But I also knew that given the circumstances that uncle Tanval passed away, I was likely to be an even greater target of assassination than usual.

I did not want to be able to die. The pain of death was no gentle, warm light or peaceful darkness. It was a shot of pain and a twist of anguish. Sure, I would go on to an afterlife. Yet it would hardly be pleasant.

Then again, how could I be sure my soul gem would be protected? Someone only had to discover its location and destroy it. Or worse yet, someone find it by accident and use it, effectively ending me without any warning.

A sickening fear took hold in my belly. I felt nauseated.

A hand landed on my shoulder and I know I must have started, so lost in my thought as I had been. Lyris gave a chuckle and asked if we were ready to get back to Nirn.

I said I was very eager to get back.

Of course, I still felt ill from fear, but I did not want to be in this horrible plane any longer. I needed to get out of Coldharbour. I did not know what to do beyond that, but I needed to escape out.

Tel came with me with a smile and Er-Jaseen followed shortly afterwards.

Valos waited at the portal and asked us what Tel and Er-Jaseen and I were doing back here since he thought he had just sent us back to Nirn.

I tried to keep things light by saying we had to take a direct teleportation for our hero to face the Prince of Pain and give it back to him. Lyris laughed.

Sahan said he wanted to go back to Hammerfell and help his friend. Lyris said she was going with him. I could feel that there was definitely much developing between them. So we all wished them luck, since we were going back east. I gave Sahan a big kiss on the lips and Lyris another on the cheek and the rest exchanged hugs. Then they were off.

I turned to Er-Jaseen and Tel and asked if they would like to rest at my manor for a day or so, for old time’s sake.

Er-Jaseen looked down and said that there was something he had been wanting to do for a while back in Blackmarsh, but that he had been unable to do without his soul.

I told him that of course I understood and that we would not keep him from it, since I assumed it was to do with communing with his Hist tree.

Er-Jaseen shifted for a moment, face down before he looked up and sheepishly said that he was done with his male stage of life and needed the hist to take him into his female stage.

Well, that made a lot of sense. The Hist was integral to such a change. I congratulated him and said I expected that it was very exciting. After a moment of staring at me, a large grin spread across his face and he said he was very excited indeed.

Then he added that he was also going to see what he could learn back in Blackmarsh that could help him to try and save the Hist tree and villagers that were currently stranded in Coldharbour. I reminded him that I would assist in any way I could, he had only to ask. He thanked me and said he would do so if he needed additional support, but that in the meantime the Mages Guild was working with the villagers on ways to ween the tree off of Molag Bal’s poison so that they had a hope of transplanting it back on Nirn.

I invited Er-Jaseen to stay with me anytime he liked and he agreed to come and visit when he was in Morrowind again. I told him I looked forward to being able to converse under less stressful circumstances, then I kowtowed again. He looked a little confused, but I could not do anything less in my gratitude.

We said our goodbyes. I gave him a deep kiss. Tel gave him a hug. And then he was off, leaving Tel and I standing there with Valos, a question lingering in the air between us. And I realized that Tel had only been with me all this time for a single reason. To retrieve their soul.

Now that they had it back, would all that we had gone through together simply faded away to nothing?

I looked at Tel and asked where we should go. I half hoped they would say some foreign destination for us to spend a day or two relaxing, or back to Mournhold just to have a last night together.

Instead, Tel very excitedly said they wanted to get straight back to Vivec, the city, and presumably, the god as well. I smiled, forcing that twisting feeling of abandonment as deep down as I could. I said I guessed they had to get back to their post and stop playing around.

Tel spoke happily about how they had had to take leave the whole time and certainly would need to get back and get filled in on all that had happened since they were gone. They mentioned my duties to my House as well. I supposed they sensed my sadness, for they said empathically that we would keep in touch by letters and that if I wanted I could come and meet Vivec with them.

I said I would not mind going to the city to make sure they got settled back in and to share a last real meal, but that it might be a bit awkward for me to be around Vivec. I hoped it would seem more from my Velothi beliefs than from the fact that I do not enjoy the feeling of Vehk’s looming, levitating form. The short time I had an audience with him in the past I did not enjoy it. How could someone once mortal ever live up to my Prince’s standard, to Her power or grace? Warrior poet? More the title of a mortal noble than one who attained godhood. And I cannot stand the condescending way Vehk stares at you, like you are a particularly interesting specimen, even though he was once no different than any other mortal.

Tel frowned, but I told Valos we would like to go to Vivec and he nodded, changing the portal over for us. Tel took me by the arm before I even had the chance to thank Valos for everything and we were pulled through.

As I stood there, trying to clear my head from the dizzying remnants of the abrupt teleportation, I heard a discussion of two of the mages in the guild talking about how Meridia had helped with stopping the Planemeld and now it Meridia’s Summoning Day and how they suspected a link between both things. One of the mages said it would be a perfect opportunity to give offereings to Meridia.

I realized that when we had left for the final battle it had been Meridia’s Summoning Day. I wondered idly if Varen had planned that, knowing of her power and what she might offer to the fight.

I then realized that, although it had felt like two days since we left, it had, in fact, only been a few hours.

The passage of time in Oblivion is so frustratingly disorientating.

Now we are waiting for the clearance to go from the hub here in Mournhold onto Vvardenfell. I know I should not go with Tel. And yet, it feels as though there is so much unresolved between us, though I could not name anything that is. I... I just need to not be alone right now.

#ESO #TES #RP #Dunmer #Elder Scrolls Online #The Elder Scrolls

[the-skooma-den]

Aight! part 2 to my whole shebang on my eso main syke! Part 1 is here and it covers the basics of who/what she is. This one is how she goes through the main plot, all thats under cut

And here is a directory to both posts about her, as well as the ones about her siblings

Were gonna do this bullet point style .also just assume the main plot quests are going on at the same time, the “main” quest remains relatively unchanged aside from her relationship with Abnur Tharn, who is her grandfather, which although it sounds important really isnt because she hates him. 

Pre main plot: Mostly covered in the previous posts

 Her time before the main plot, as a member of the brotherhood.  At the time of her kidnapping she was mentally a wreck and moments away from a mental break. She was on a lot of drugs and was drunk pretty often, it was a very bad scene. On top of that morally speaking was pretty ambiguous if not downright evil.She was actually infamous in the brotherhood for her ruthlessness. (It’s actually a common story to tell the new recruits about the time she slit a babies throat in front of its mother because the mother got in her way). Overall unsympathetic and completely apathetic to worries of the world around her. 

It’s worth noting that deep down she was already ashamed of herself, which fueled a lot of her unhealthy behavior. She doesnt see much wrong with how the brotherhood operates in general (she was literally raised in their cult so not much surprise there) But her earned reputation as being brutal was not one she was proud of 

Eventually she was drunk one night and was captured and sacrificed by the worm cult, thus starting the main plot

Cold Harbor: She was in cold harbor for a long long while ,she’s not actually sure how long she was there. It felt like years, but when she got back to nirn she had only been missing for about 6 months, and some of the injuries she couldve sworn were there for a months looked only hours old when she escaped. Her experience there haunts her for a long time,pretty much the rest of her life, but she does her best to deal with it. Her time here cause her first real shift, because now she cares about something. Even if it’s just caused he pissed her off. She’ll stop at nothing to stop Molag Bal even at the cost of her life. Which might not really be an issue in the first place, as thanks to her lack of a soul she is essentially immortal. Whenever she “dies” her body falls to the ground and her concienness is left to wander nearby while it magically heals (unless the body is completely destroyed, then she ends up at a wayshrine a while later)

Cold harbor is where she got her most prominent scars. The shackles around her neck (mostly on the back of her neck) and wrists and lashes on her back. All of her piercing were ripped out as well. Her hair is extremely matted and overall shes just gross and uncomfortable She also has 2 neat and precise stab wounds above her heart from manimarco.

Khenarthi’s roost/ Auridon: After Razum-dar drags her out of the ocean looking like hell, She’s so dazed from ya know,dying and coming back to life that she doesnt bother coming up with any kind of character or disguise, she barely even has the mind to come up with her fake name,Syke.

When he dredged her up he immediately brought her to healers and though they had to work pretty quickly they fixed her up well. They cut off all the matted bits of her hair (which she later fixed into her little Mohawk thing), they healed up all her tears from the piercings being ripped out. They also healed up the wound from the shackles and whips the best they could ,they couldn’t do it all the way through but they made sure it wouldn’t get infected at least, but there was no way to stop it from scarring.

She actually does know who Raz is even though they’ve never met, she’s just heard of him. She figures “Hey getting the support of the Queen and her spy force would be useful” so she goes along with it and helps him. She manages to conceal the fact she knows who he is pretty well, but he is still suspicious. (which to be fair a women who was recently pretty clearly a prisoner falling out fo the sky and clearly being a experience fighter and mage isn’t exactly normal). She proves herself dangerously competent, extremely useful (and also kinda hot) so Raz asks for her help on Auridon as well. 

Only a few notable divergent from the main plot of things happen while on  Auridon. The first is that after she is appointed as an Eye of the queen she asks the queen to speak privately for a moment and while no one knows 100% of what they spoke about, the main thing is that this is when Syke explains the whole “I have no soul and am planning on killing Molag Bal to get it back” thing. As his invasion is starting to really mount up by this point the queen promises to support the endeavor whenever it happens so on so forth.

The second is an extra moment between Raz and Syke after the quest at Mathiisen. Basically She looks at Raz and realizes since she’s met him like 4 of his friends have died. She’s not very good with people or emotion but, well they may not really trust each other but they still like each other…and she’s at least pretty sure they're friends,all his other friends are kinda dead, she figures she might as well TRY to comfort him. This ends up with them getting absolutely smashed in the local inn and is basically an excuse for exposition because Raz knows almost nothing about her at this point. He does end up learning quite a bit about her, including that she’s from a little town north of silvinar (which honestly, kinda obvious. She has a pretty strong east bosmeri accent even after living away from there for years and years), and that she’s at least somewhat noble with little to no interest in claiming her titles. She greatly downplays HOW noble she is. He returns the favor and tell her he’s from a little farming village and She immediately guesses what part of Elsweyr hes from, shes spent a lot of time there in her youth, and she could identify that southern Anequina accent anywhere. After this she takes to jokingly calling him Farm Boy…if only in private. They also learn more about each others families, though it mostly amounts to funny stories about their younger siblings.

They wake up horribly hungover (and naked) the next day and go on their separate ways for a bit. (aka, he goes to meet up with the Queen on their way to the festival in skywatch, Syke goes and does some sidequests and then they meet up during the festival. The plot continues)

Last little side note here is her addiction to skooma and other drugs. Dying, spending a long time in spooky terrible ghost hell prison, and then kinda but not really coming back to life has some pretty funny affects on a person. She didn’t get any kind of magical cure for her addiction, she was basically just forced to go cold turkey for god knows how long. She’s in an ok enough mental space to at least refuse skooma, but she still hits the alcohol pretty frequently.

Valenwood:  Valenwood is where things get a little conflicted with her personal life, Namely because of her sister, Nia. (more on her in part 1 but quick summary, she ran away almost 10 years ago and faked her death,and then showed up with the bosmeri noble members of their family completely denouncing her, their mother and the rest of their family)

So while Syke is off doing the main quest in Valenwood, Raz puts together that one of the Dominions biggest supporters among the Bosmeri Nobles matches Sykes description of her sister. Raz decides to tell said Noble about the whole thing and she confirms that, that sounds a LOT like what happened between her and her sister. Raz learns a bit more about the whole family drama he has somehow stumbled into, including the whole “Nia ran away Thing, but doesn’t learn much about Syke specifically. Just that her and Nia are actually cousins, they have different last names and that she’s pretty much always gone by fake names or nicknames (and that Nia is working of the correct assumption that Syke wouldnt appreciate her real name being revealed) 

Nia at this point, does not regret leaving and knows it was what was best for her, but defiantly regrets how she did it. Raz informs her that hes actually going to see Syke at Marbruk and invites her along to try and apologize to Syke.

Raz is expecting some heart felt reunions and tearful apologies and is of course surprised when Syke didn’t even let Nia say two words. She saw Nia, was stunned enough that Nia took off her mask without struggle but before she could get even 2 words out Syke decked her. Hard

So Raz talks to Nia (once she wakes up) and learns some alarming things from her. Mostly why Nia ran away in the first place (she didnt want to be a member of the dark brotherhood and being a impulsive teenager who figured that faking her death was the best option) and that yeah, Syke is not just a member of the brotherhood, but a really notable one,and also a lot about her …disturbing reputation in it. Not to mention the fact she’s a bit higher up on the nobility scale then she originally implied…by like a lot. She is pretty close to inheriting several thrones and important titles, and is by the way, Abnur tharns granddaughter.

Raz, of course, runs to the Queen to deliver the information that yeah, their extremely efficient new recruit is a member of the brotherhood, and is the granddaughter of the man who tortured her. The Queen already knows. Syke isnt dumb, she figured this might come up eventually and told the Queen first chance she got (remember that conversation in Auridon?). Ayrenn agreed to continue letting her be an Eye,with the understanding that if Syke ever moved against the Dominion she’d be killed on the spot. As for the Abnur Tharn thing, well Syke never really knew him. At the time of the Auridon conversation she had never met him, and you can’t really hold a person accountable for the actions of a relative she never knew… Course Syke had at this point met Abnur tharn multiple times but even someone with zero social grace like her understood that this was not the time to mention it.

Raz is pissed at Ayrenn and Syke for not telling him any of this, Syke is pissed at Nia for…everything she’s done for almost 10 years, and Ayrenn and Nia are getting along surprisingly well (and lowkey are kinda dating). Nia follows Syke around for the rest of the main Dominion plot, Syke is not happy about it but damn Nia’s hard to shake. Nia is as stubborn as her sister and If Syke won’t forgive her then she can at least try and help get her sisters soul back.

The Raz and Syke thing gets resolved before the end of Valenwood after another brief conversation where it really hits Raz with the pure amount of shit Syke’s been through and is still going through.

Yeah hes still mad, but shes desperately trying to apologize to him and honestly sometimes you have to cut a person some slack. Whatever her reasons for joining in the first place she is genuinely loyal to the Dominion (if she wasn’t those giant golden wing tattoos on her back were a real stupid move). There’s no way around the fact he’s a little intimidated by her now, for several reasons really. And it sucks and it hurts her but you can’t really blame him.

The main plot counties as it does, though I like to think they get a slight break at the end to actually enjoy the celebration appointing the new Silvinar and Green Lady for a couple days before things go to shit and she has to run out to reapers march.

Appearance wise, shes starting to replace her Piercings and she’s getting tattoos to cover her scars. Golden Laurels around the shackle marks and Golden eagle winds to cover the whip marks on her back. She really believes in the Queen at this point and thinks Ayrenn is the best bet Cyrodill has, to the point she’s decided to represent it on her body.

Reapers March: (technically part of Valenwood I think but i figure it deserved its own part)  Even more shit hits the fan now, cause being declared an important figure in a completely different religion isn’t something that’s gonna help a crisis of faith. So a few things happen here.

A third member joins the party, Syke’s little adoptive brother Jo’Thera, a Khajiiti Necromancer and fellow member of the brotherhood shows up. He was besides being her little brother, easily Syke’s best friend. He knows She’s been unhappy for a long time now and when she disappeared he was the only one who didn’t just assume she killed herself. The moment he heard a rumor that a woman who sounded a lot like Syke was running around the Dominion territory he took off after her. (side note, the reunion between him and Nia isn’t as violent as her and Syke’s, its just bitter and cold and sad). He was never really all that loyal to the brotherhood, he was mostly in it for his family so when Syke explains the situation he’s just fucking ready man, ride or die. Fuck it lets go off the grid, tearing credit cards and shit if she’s out then he is. (She’s not actually out yet, leaving was never in the question for her. She desperately wants to get back to her famly she just wants her soul back first. He’s just supportive)  and Syke is considerably happier to have him along then she was Nia (who while ostracized by her siblings, is still following along). He kinda creeps everyone out, cause on one hand he’s a perfectly cheerful friendly man. On the other hand he’s a necromancer assassin. It’s just an unsettling combination...It doesnt help that he aware hes creepy and finds unsettling people extremely fun. 

So of course Senalana happens. She lets Raz live, so he is of course extremely mad. and thats a whole damn thing. It’s not to different from what happens in game, just imagine afterwards it’s more of a real argument rather then Raz just yelling at her, also its longer. And also imagine some more romantic tension between the player and Raz .LIke they aren’t really dating yet, but they've defiantly banged multiple times and theyre both lying about not having feelings for each other

She does have a good reason for letting him live outside of their growing romantic relationship. She doesn’t really believe in the dominion so much as she believes in Ayrenn and Razum-dar. She’s seen to much of the Dominion from the inside and out to really think well of it, but she knows Ayrenn. And she knows Raz. If someone has to be emperor/empress of her home she’d prefer it to be Ayrenn. However she is also convinced the Ayrenn won’t be able to do that without Raz specifically, Syke has seen them work together and at least from Sykes point of view if one loses the other then any hope the Dominion has of winning this war is fucked.

Anyway that whole argument ends up in a shouting match at the end of which Syke takes the circlet,disappears for a few weeks, hides it her own damn self and then continues on the main quest.

This is the main reason why it really took Raz and Syke so long to get together, if it weren’t for this they would have been together before Syke went back to coldharbor easy. This complicated things a bit, made them both think

Syke chooses Shazah as the Mane and was really torn up by Khali’s death. This only real difference between this and the canon quest is that she actually threatens Shazah towards the end of it, like full on knife to throat, right after watching Raz and Ayrenn die. Basically saying that if any of this comes to pass, Syke will hunt down the traitors first, then Shazah. And if it comes to it she’ll take the Ruby throne for herself (one of those moments that everyone remembers that she is a noble woman, even if she doesnt use the title. and also that no one but her really knows just how high up she is). Shazah asks her if she loves him. (him being Raz, she did just watch Syke sob over his body, then only tear up a little at Ayrenns corpse). Syke doesn’t Deny it, she doesn’t say anything. They just keep moving.

(Also Raz and the rest were being kept updated on what was happening during the whole ceremony and up until this point it was basically a mix of dark humor about their own deaths and sympathy for the girls having to go through it. At this point it goes dead quiet, eyes turn to Raz, and im not gonna extend this further by adding a pic of the surprised pikachu meme but in spirit its here and representing Raz’s face)

The main plot keeps on rolling till it’s time to storm cold harbor. She does go in alone though, despite her siblings insistence, she refuses to put them in danger of losing their souls to.

She has one final conversation with Raz before she goes, they admit nothing cause theyre stubborn bastards but they do apologize to each other 

Cold Harbor: There’s really not much different here about how syke goes through it. The only things of note are that she’s terrified for the whole thing and also makes friends with a few of the other reoccurring characters, namely Darien, who i think shows up earlier then he actually does in game because he basically ends up her sidekick through the whole thing (though he might say otherwise). She is suitably distraught when he disappears. She helps out in the search for him whenever she can spare the time after that.

The Dlc start to happen about a year after the main quest (that year is when all the things like that mages and fighter guild happen). At this point her hair does keep going grey but once the stress of “I have no soul and i’m going to fight a god” goes away it slows down a lot. The worst of her scars are already covered by tattoos and her favorite piercings have already been replaced, so this point any additional piercings and tattoos are just for fun because she likes them.

as for the last 2 drawings,One is just her in game look,I thought it be fun to put in here. the other is just a reminder that she almost always wears a mask and that variations of this mask are the only thing most characters will ever see of her.

#my art #skooma rambles #Syke #eso #the vestige #Lordy this got long #im happy with it though #i might go even further into certain events later just becuase #this is so much fucking fun for me #also yeah apparently a part 3 for the dlc is coming

[bldreamer]

Soccer Love | TT

TharnType: 

Summary: Tharn surprises Type at his soccer match. It doesn’t exactly go to plan. Genre: Hurt/Comfort. EmotionallyBruised!Tharn. Warnings: Descriptions of a bloody nose.

A/N: Because I’m bitter we never got to see Tharn in the stands at a footie match. And thank you always to @kdramama.

Two months into their official official relationship, after the breakups and makeups, after the fights and the tears and the soft whispers of I love you’s, something rather shocking occurs to Tharn.

He realizes, one breezy Wednesday afternoon, that’s he’s never seen Type play a soccer match. Not up close, anyway.

Not because he doesn’t want to or because he doesn’t care. Simply because they’re in completely different faculties at university and their schedules never line up. Honestly speaking, they’re lucky if they get time to meet up for lunch once a week.

Type usually hates surprises, but Tharn hopes he’ll like this one. His afternoon classes have been canceled due to some AC issues in the music building so Tharn follows the steps down to the university field, butterflies in his stomach. He remembers Type saying that morning that he might be home late after the match if the team has something to celebrate. Tharn hopes he can be Type’s good luck charm and celebrate with them.

The stands are crowded in some places and empty in others, the match already underway. Tharn doesn’t spot Type right away and he doesn’t want to barge to the bottom step next towards the player's benches and risk making Type nervous.

Not that he’s the kind to get nervous. Then again, Tharn didn’t think he was either and yet he can feel his stomach doing backflips as he shuffles through the spectators.

Tharn settles on a spot roughly halfway down near a group of cheering girls holding banners. Tharn doesn’t know if he’s proud of jealous when he spots Type’s name on one of them.

He decides on the former and shakes his head fondly, eyes turning back to the pitch and the scattered players who all look the same from afar.

Save for one.

Dark hair, fierce eyes, sunkissed skin. The way he moves on the pitch, graceful and fluid. Tharn would recognize those toned legs anywhere.

He smiles at the sight, not at all surprised. Type is shouting at one of the players on the opposing team, ready to start a fight. Techno standing in between them as usual, trying to defuse the situation. Champ coming up from behind to step in if he needs to.

The referee comes in and barks at Type and the other player, waving his yellow and red cards at them. They quickly dissipate in opposite directions on the field, Techno patting Type on the back while he grumbles something no doubt full of swear words, and the game continues.

Tharn sits with his hands clasped together, knees bouncing nervously, watching the back and forth of the ball. He doesn’t pay the other players much attention, eyes focused on one in particular. His narrow waist and tanned thighs.

Tharn doesn’t know much about soccer, the positions, and the play, but he does know to cheer like he’s watching his gladiator defeat a rabid lion when Type skillfully kicks the ball into the net, scoring his team a goal.

He rises to his feet -as do the girls next to him- clapping his hands together hard enough to hurt in the excitement.

Type dives into the circle of teammates around him in celebration. Tharn places his fingers in his mouth to whistle, not anticipating it to be quite so loud.

Tharn watches as Type’s head whips around, eyes squinting in his direction. He leaves his circle of teammates and approaches the edge of the pitch. Angry frown clear as day and suddenly Tharn’s surprise seems like a huge mistake.

He wonders if he sits down quickly and quietly, whether he’ll get away with it until the end of the match. Maybe slip out before he’s caught for definite. He’s wearing the same white shirt as everyone else around him and it’s not like he has any distinctive features, he could lie and pretend he wasn’t even here.

Tharn isn’t sure if their relationship is common knowledge to the whole team or just Type’s close friends. He hasn’t asked and he doesn’t want to push it. He and Type have been getting back on their feet, finding themselves again as individuals and as a couple. They both have a lot of history to move on from and it’s no use in rushing Type into something if he isn’t ready. Tharn doesn’t want to do anything to risk losing him again. The mere thought of doing something that would upset Type makes his throat constrict.

“Tharn?!” Type shouts.

Tharn’s heart pounds in his ears, flashbacks of Type telling him he feels like a joke, he feels like he’s losing himself, he feels like he hates himself, running through his mind.

“Hey, asshole!” Someone yells in the background. “Are we playing or not?”

“Fuck off, I’m coming!” Type barks at them, before turning back. “Ey, Tharn!” he repeats, hand waving in the air. Frustrated confusing melting into a grin.

Tharn feels weak at the knees at the relief, smiling back, when out of the corner of his eye he sees the ball fly through the air and hit Type square on the side of his face.

The crowd of girls gasp in unison.

Type’s knees buckle and his teammates run towards him in slow motion.

Someone blows a whistle in the distance and Tharn feels frozen until he sees the blood. Pouring down Type’s chin as he grabs his nose, face twisted in pain as he drops to the ground.

Tharn’s feet are moving down the steps before he realises he’s even blinked.

“Type? Type!” he stammers.

There’s a fight starting on the pitch, half of Type’s teammate's verses a handful of the opposition.

“Fucking asshole! You are fucking dead!” Type promises from the floor. Words muffled but as ferocious as ever.

“Type!” Tharn calls, rushing towards the small crowd around him.

“Mother fucker!” Type grumbles, Techno knelt in front of him, face panicked.

“Is it broken?” Techno flails. “Oh, shit. Is your nose broken?”

“How the fuck should I know?!” Type whines through his nostrils. “Fuck!”

“Type,” Tharn says, swallowing the lump in his throat. Too afraid to push through to reach his boyfriend. His friend. His roommate. Whatever he’s supposed to be in front of all these people.

He takes a shuddering breath, fists clenched by his sides.

Like a moth to a flame, Type’s pain-filled eyes find him in the melee.

Tharn is moving before he can think. “Type?” he says, voice barely above a whisper.

“Tharn,” Type growls in reply and his teammates step back, like a parting sea. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”

“Me?”

“You distracted me, asshole!”

His teammates laugh, one of them patting Tharn on the shoulder, pushing him forward.

Tharn’s fingers start to shake. Type is hurt and Type is angry.

“Are you okay?” Tharn murmurs, bending down. Unsure if he’s okay to touch, to cup Type’s cheek, to pull him to his chest as he bleeds.

“No!” Type barks back in his face.

Behind them, Champ pulls off his soccer jersey and bends down in front of Type, prying his hand away from his nose.

“Ah, shit!” Type yells when Champ pokes at his face before pushing his bunched up t-shirt into it. Each wince like a knife in Tharn’s gut.

“It’s not broken, but keep the pressure on,” Champ says, looking across at Tharn who nods.

Tharn cups the back of Type’s neck and pushes the fabric over his nose, pinching the bridge underneath to stop the bleeding. Type grumbles at him, eyes glaring. Tharn is just grateful he finally has a reason to touch him, even if he’s cursed the whole time.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers so that only Type can hear. His words catch in his throat. “I shouldn’t have come. I’m so sorry.”

“What are you talking about?” Type asks, voice at a normal volume despite how nasal he sounds.

“I wanted to see you play. I didn’t think it through.”

Type’s hand grips his wrist. “I’ve been dropping hints for weeks that I wanted you to come sometime.”

Tharn shakes his head, he shouldn’t have come.

“I always thought you were busy,” Type pouts. “So I stopped nagging.”

“I thought you were telling me when you had matches so I’d know not to wait up?”

“No, idiot.”

“You wanted me to come watch you play?” Tharn repeats.

“Mh, I just thought I’d actually be playing the ball, not be blindsided by it. And you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You know I hate surprises.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying sorry, asshole.” Type scoffs, “We should just buy an ice machine for the apartment at this point.”

“For your injuries, or for…”

“Shut up.”

The referee blows his whistle again in the distance, calling something about a penalty. Type’s teammates cheer above them.

“Does that mean you won?” Tharn guesses, but only from the reactions around them.

Type chuckles, pulling Champ’s t-shirt and Tharn’s hand away from his face. He’s covered in blood, his top lip is bruised and there’s a small cut across his nose. But he’s no longer bleeding and he’s smiling which Tharn counts as a win. 

Type holds Tharn’s chin with his thumb and forefinger. “I listen to you drone on about music, it’s time you listened to me while I educate you on the love of my life.”

“Deal,” Tharn smiles. “As long as it comes second place to your other love.”

Type smirks. “Don’t count on it, asshole.” He moves to stand with the help of Techno and Tharn hovers close as he walks back towards the pitch.

“What are you doing?” 

“I’m taking my free kick,” Type informs him, wiping his hand under his nose, grimacing at the dried blood. 

“You’re still playing?” Tharn says, like he’s insane.

“That’s how a penalty usually works,” Type  tuts.

“Well, technically, I could take it for you,” Techno offers.

“Fuck off,” Type sniggers, pushing his friend off and walking on his own towards his other teammates waiting for him. He turns over his shoulder from afar, “Sit down over there,” he says, nodding at the players bench, “And watch me crush these guys.”

“Your fans will get jealous,” Tharn smirks, hearing the girls from earlier cheering.

“Who needs fans when I have a boyfriend?” Type shrugs, grinning ear to ear.

~Fin.

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[whyamistillwatchingtheseshows]

@izzy-jellybaby your fic request. 

Is it that type of cringe romance? I am not sure. Does it make you feel envious? Like that whole, “come on guys stop making all single people look like a joke?” Ha. Honestly, I don't know how the proposal goes in the book...there was also that marriage video that kept popping into my head. Also, for some reason, I always wondered what it’d be like for Type to hear Tharn say something about marriage in passing and then totally take his boyfriend’s words as gold: 

Type couldn’t be called a romantic. Okay, well, he could be now. It’s just when Type felt any inclination to do something incredibly romantic for Tharn it drove him crazy. The feeling of happiness mixed with a tinge of this has got to look incredibly stupid. Sure, early on he put on a large t-shirt and welcomed Tharn home, but he didn’t think anything of it. Now, every moment of the day he wonders, “What can I bring Tharn to eat? Do I need to buy him a notebook for writing songs? Do I need to buy him new drums?” Wait, Type, you’re not the rich one. Besides, Tharn always says, “Type, you don't need to buy me anything.” Type can’t help it this time around and his boyfriend was going to live with it. 

“What’s this?” Tharn’s voice broke his thoughts. Type would ignore any feelings the just showered look was giving him right now. Tharn looks back to the bed and traces his fingers over the envelope. 

“Open it.” Tharn does as he is told. He reads the ‘not so clever’ note out loud:  “If you want to find me, it’s best to look where we did it last night.” 

Tharn gave a cheeky smile. “Hmmm, okay. So you want me to look for something on the sofa?” Type shrugged at him as he sat in their swivel chair, chin propped against the back. Tharn bypassed the sofa because he couldn’t resist that face. He leaned down, Type already closing his eyes in anticipation of the lips that connected with his for a small kiss. Type reached around the chair and nudged him back by the hips. There was resistance but Tharn let go of his lips and gave him a tiny glare. Type made a motion for him to turn around. 

“You have work to do,” Type points at the sofa.  Tharn would never admit it, just yet, but Type being demanding and bossy was a total turn on. 

“What is this game anyway? Type, I told you I don't want anything for my birthday.” 

“Just do it,” Type begged with a tug on his hand.  Tharn went to the sofa. Clearly, nothing was sitting on top of it so that meant whatever Type hid was under the cushions. Tharn pulled them apart and there underneath was a gift box; much like the one that had been full of condoms. He chuckled. Then he opened it. Then he dropped it. 

“Was that from surprise or…?” Type stood from the chair. Tharn looked frozen. Once beside him, Type places a hand to his back. 

“I was-” Tharn could barely speak. “When I talked about marriage I didn’t-”  From behind, Type wrapped his arms around Tharn and he sank into the embrace. 

“It’s for someday. The day when we’re ready. I figure we can keep them in the box…” Type let go to retrieve the gift. “And put it right here.” He opened the top drawer of their dresser and placed it inside. “Then when the time comes we know exactly where-” 

“Type!” Tharn exclaimed as if his brain was just now catching up to reality. “You bought rings!” 

“I also planned a picnic,” Type smiled. “That’s the next order of business today and you aren’t allowed to say no.” 

“I can’t think about food right now.” Tharn shook his head. “Besides, if I recall there’s only one thing I like to eat on my birthday. Well, there are now two things. Cake and…” Tharn bit his lips. 

“A certain someone who might just be your soulmate and future husband.” 

“Please,” Tharn’s breath hitched a little. “Just kiss me already!” Type was immediately trapped by Tharn’s strong arms, yanking him close. For a few seconds, though, he would manage to refuse the kiss. 

“Someday,” Type said with a smile. “I will marry you.” Tharn closed his eyes and gulped. There was no denying that his eyes started watering. 

“Type…” 

“Hmm, you cry baby? What now?” 

“Can we stay like this forever?” The question threw Type for a loop. Wasn’t he promising forever? It was a pain in the ass to save up money for those rings. Then Type decided that the question needed no answer but a kiss. After all, a few seconds ago, that was what Tharn asked for. So, Type wiped a few tears from Tharn’s eyes and kept a hold of his cheeks. Tharn smiled. Type kissed that smile. The one just for him.

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[occasionally-writing]

We’re Soulmates!

A/N: I...am not sure if I am quite proud of this one, but I tried my best. This was my first soulmate kind of fanfic and like I said, I really don’t think it’s too good. I’m sorry if this isn’t too good @whatisadecentusername. This is heavily based of episode six and unless I say so otherwise...I don’t think I should really do anymore soulmates/soulmark fanfics due to how much I struggled with this. I want to make good stuff and I just don’t think I did okay one this. Other than that, I hope you and everyone else likes it.

Summary: To Tharn, sharing a soulmark with Type was hard and Type finally realizes he was wrong and tries to make it up to Tharn by apologizing to him.

Word Count: 2000

Laying his bed with his headphones in, Tharn kept his gaze out the window, examining the night sky as he was left alone in his and Type’s dorm room. The last few days have been disastrous and honestly so depressing that Tharn hasn’t been in the mood for anything. He had been skipping classes and eating his meals was another thing he hasn’t been doing well on. He barely ate anything for breakfast or lunch and he had completely skipped dinner. Shaking the thought of food out of his head, Tharn buried his face in the pillow and stared down at his wrist where a small tattoo like mark of a musical note attached to a soccer ball rested on the inside of his arm. Reaching out, Tharn rubbed at it softly with his thumb as he felt the emotion he was feeling earlier at the bar rise up again. Sniffing softly, Tharn buried his soulmark arm away from his line of sight before he slammed his eyes shut, sealing the tears that were threatening to spill from them inside. Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to get some sleep, Tharn just rested with his eyes closed as he thought about everything that happened earlier within the day. 

“You’re seeing another person, Type! I have a right to be mad! We’re sharing soulmarks for fucks sake!” Tharn growled out, meeting Type head on once he finally got home from being on a date with that girl. Tharn could not believe that he had to hear from Techno that his soul partner was on a date and seeing another girl while they were in a casual relationship and having sex literally almost every night. Hearing the growl that Type let out as they continued to yell and scream at each other, Tharn felt his mind snap as he lost his cool and yelled something he knew he usually wouldn’t say on any circumstance. “You’re my bitch!”

The punch that Type landed right across his face knocked him back to his senses a bit once he realized what he shouted. Listening to Type scream at him about not having a right to demand who he had sex with or who he saw, Tharn tried to keep the tears out of his eyes as he held his face, continuing to listen to Type go off until he finally stopped, panting as he tried to catch his breath while he glared at the silent Tharn. Not saying another word, Tharn moved his teary gaze away from Type and only observed from the corner of his eye as Type gathered his pillow and comforter, leaving the room with the dorm door slamming shut as he left, most likely heading next door to sleep for the night. Feeling his cheek throb under his hand as his tears finally fell, Tharn took a shaky breath in and out as his body began to tremble, letting out everything he was holding back in that moment. It wasn’t long before he finally moved and just collapsed in his bed, burying his face in his pillow so it could muffle the cries and whimpers that were leaking out no matter how hard he tried to conceal them. 

Opening his eyes as the sunlight beamed through the window, Tharn winced as it burned them before he slowly pushed himself up, turning around a bit to glance at Type’s bed. Noticing the pillow and comforter back on the bed, Tharn knew that Type had come back while he was asleep and must’ve left without saying anything to him. There wasn’t even breakfast waiting for him and why would he be surprised after what had happened yesterday? Letting out a shaky sigh, Tharn pushed himself off his bed and moved towards the bathroom, staring hard at himself in the mirror as he noticed a slight bruise developing where Type had punched him along with his red and swollen eyes that must be from him crying in his sleep most of the night. Filling the sink with water, Tharn splashed some of the cool water on his face before he let it drain and he undressed to head into the shower, knowing he couldn’t lay around and mope for the rest of the day. He had classes and he had to show Type that what he said wasn’t going to affect him. 

“You don’t look any better today than you did yesterday...seriously Tharn, what is wrong?” Long sighed, examining his friend as Tharn continued to look out the window. Looking him up and down, Long couldn’t help but notice how his eye bags which were there yesterday were still around and possibly darker than they were the day before as well. He knew that it had something to do with Type but Long had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to really drag it out of Tharn, since his friend usually kept the things that hurt him to himself. Placing his hand on Tharn’s shoulder, Long squeezed it and grinned sadly when he finally got Tharn’s attention. “Tharn, I know it’s not something you’d want to hear but...maybe you should get over Type. I know you guys are soulmark mates and all, but you know not everyone has to have matching soulmarks to be happy. A lot of couples who don’t share one end up happy...maybe you should think about that?”

“Long...I know…” Tharn sighed, feeling another wave of emotion wash over him before he steeled himself, feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. Taking it out, Tharn brought his attention from his friend to look at the text message, feeling his heart grow cold as he noticed it was from Type and how he listed things that people do in casual relationships. Gritting his teeth as his jaw tensed, Tharn blinked away the tears and shut off his phone, shoving it back in his pocket as he opened his desk, giving Long one look. “I’m leaving and skipping afternoon classes…”

Ignoring his friend’s attempts to keep him there, Tharn stomped out of the classroom and out of his faculty’s building, practically storming past all the people who were giving him nervous looks. Once he finally reached the dormitory, Tharn rode the elevator up and threw open his door, kicking off his shoes harshly before he moved towards the bathroom, wanting to take a shower to cool off before he lost whatever composure he had left. Not noticing the sound of the door to their dorm open, along with shoes being kicked off, Tharn opened the bathroom door and walked out in nothing but a towel, right into Type. Staring each other down for a moment, Tharn swallowed the lump in his throat and moved passed him, walking towards his dresser to get some pajamas out. They had a talk that Tharn desperately wanted to avoid but he held back his feelings and just laid down his bed and listened to Type get ready for his date and leave. 

“Tharn…? Are you awake?” Keeping silent as the door opened to their dorm and Type walked in, Tharn kept his eyes closed as his roommate and soulmark mate entered further in and kicked off his shoes, making his way to his bed before the mattress creaked at the extra weight and an arm wrapped around his waist, holding on tightly as Type snuggled into his back, sounding close to tears. Hearing his apologies, Tharn opened his eyes slightly and moved to take his headphones off, placing them on the bedside table before he turned on his back so he could give Type his attention, despite wanting to sleep and forget everything that happened. “I can’t believe I said those things to you...I’m so sorry, Tharn.”

“Shh...it’s okay. You know I can’t stay mad at you,” Tharn hushed, wrapping his arm around Type so that he could bury his face in his neck, running his fingers through Type’s hair as they cuddled slightly. Keeping silent as Type’s sniffs and hitches of breath finally halted a bit, Tharn closed his eyes as Type pulled away and then pushed himself up, pressing a kiss to his forehead before he pressed another to his cheek before he finally reached his lips, pressing them together softly while Tharn deepened it, brushing their tongues together softly as Type opened up for him. Pulling away once they had to breathe, Tharn kept their foreheads pressed together as they smiled softly at each other. He knew they had a lot to work out but for now, all he wanted to do was sleep with Type in his arms. “Come on, it’s late. Go change so we can sleep.”

The next morning, after a night full of love making, Tharn woke up and moved towards the food he prepared earlier, frowning slightly when he realized it had gone cold. After getting Type up and walking around, Tharn went to shower before they went to class, walking side by side until they left for their different faculties. It was obvious to long that Tharn was feeling a lot better, if his smile did not tell him otherwise. Not saying a word as Tharn paid attention to class, Long egged him on for the notes that he knew he missed while Tharn rolled his eyes and handed his notebook to his friend when the class finally ended. Gathering everything up before he placed it in his messenger bag, Tharn knocked on Long’s desk, pointing towards the door.

“I’m going to head back to my dorm. Just give me back my notes tomorrow before class, okay?” Rolling his eyes at the whine Long gave him, Tharn flicked his forehead before he left the classroom, practically hurrying to leave the faculty as he headed towards the dormitory where he hoped that his, now boyfriend, was waiting for him. Strolling up the stone steps and into the building, Tharn rode the elevator up and as he opened the door to their shared dorm, a grin rose on his face as he noticed Type in his bed, playing around with his phone. Noticing Tharn, Type smiled slightly which made Tharn’s heart bounce around ecstatically in his chest. “I’m back.”

“Welcome back,” Type replied softly, observing as Tharn practically flung his shoes to the wall along with his backpack before he crossed the room, diving into the bed as he wrapped his arms around Type’s waist, bringing his back close to his chest. Rolling his eyes as he was once again cuddled like a teddy bear, Type put his phone down and just leaned into Type, not minding the heat his boyfriend’s body was giving off for once. Talking about their day, Type turned his body so he and Tharn could be face to face while they talked. It was then that he noticed how skinny Tharn seemed, like he lost a lot of weight for some reason. “Did you lose weight? That...was because of me, wasn’t it? I’m really sorry, Tharn.”

Shaking his head softly, Tharn pressed their lips together before he pulled away, keeping their foreheads touching as he intertwined their hands, moving their gazes down to each other’s matching soulmarks. Trailing his fingers down, Type gently swept his thumb around Tharn’s mark before he pulled his hand up and pressed a kiss to the ink like mark. Letting out a gasp at the spark of sensation he got from the kiss, Tharn pulled Type closer and smashed their lips together, deepening the kiss while Type moved his hands into his hair, pulling at it lightly as their tongues danced together. Pulling away to breathe, Type threw his head back as Tharn moved his kisses down to his neck, nibbling at the once fading marks he left earlier. It wasn’t long before their clothes were thrown off onto the floor and the idea of getting dinner left Type’s mind as Tharn once again, showed him the night of his life with their almost endless love making.

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Sticks and Stones (Part 2)

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Summary: Tharn recovers but not all wounds heal at the same rate. Following the events of Part 1. Genre: Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Warnings: Hate crime. Homophobic slurs.  

Tharn and Type are lying with their bodies entwined, their beds pushed together like the old days. Tharn has his head resting on Type’s shoulder, their legs mingled together with messy sheets thrown over them.

Tharn’s bruises have faded to a murky yellow, his swollen lips back to their natural shape, his tender ribs almost dull enough that he can breathe normally.

P’Jeed found him. Face down in rain water and his own blood, his phone and wallet stolen, his body beaten raw.

The police came to the hospital to question him and assumed it was a simple mugging gone wrong. Tharn didn’t correct them or anyone else, and after it was determined his ribs weren’t broken and his concussion was only mild, he was discharged from the hospital the next morning.

The week that followed is a blur for Tharn. He doesn’t remember much besides a fog of painkillers and Type helping him to the bathroom a few times a day. The saddest part is he can barely recall Type bathing him. He knows it happened, because his eyes stung from the shampoo for days after, but the event itself is pretty foggy.

As the days rolled on, his bruises faded, his cuts healed, he switched from the strong stuff to over the counter painkillers and life went back to normal.

Occasionally Tharn sees their faces in his dreams. On those nights he and Type switch from their usual roles and he’s the one waking with sweat coating his skin and a steady chest lulling him back to sleep.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, Tharn. I’m here. You’re safe. I’m here.”

The gentle breeze from the open window catches Tharn’s attention. It isn't too late, the sun barely just setting on the day giving their room a dull but warm glow.

Type traces his fingers over one of the stubborn shadows lingering on Tharn’s chin. His lips are pressed thin, his brow furrowed.

He’s stopped asking about that night, but it doesn’t mean he’s stopped thinking about it. Tharn knows Type has imagined every wicked scenario in his head about what he’d do to the people who attacked him if they ever met. Tharn knows because he does it too, each time Type flinches from him unconsciously.

Type’s brow lines deepen and Tharn flicks in between his eyes.

“Ow!” Type whines. “What was that for?”

“If you keep frowning like that your face will be stuck permanently.”

“Fuck off.” He rubs his forehead and honestly looks like a grumpy cat meme. “Now I don’t even feel bad for throwing out your shirt.”

"You threw out my shirt?”

Type shrugs. “I couldn’t get the blood out.”

"You always had it in for that shirt.”

“It was ugly.”

“It was my favourite shirt.”

Type rolls his eyes. “That’s because you have terrible fashion sense.”

“Kick a man while he’s down why don’t you.”

“You deserve it.” Tharn doesn’t miss the crack in his voice, the light air gone in an instant. There’s a long pause before Type speaks again. “You scared the shit out of me,” he whispers under his breath.

Tharn threads his fingers through Type’s dark hair. “I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t your fault.” Type shrugs, looking away.

“I know. I’m still sorry.” Sorry for getting hurt. Sorry for making you worry. Sorry for not fighting back. Sorry for sometimes seeing your face instead of his.

Sorry for being gay.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Silence falls over the room. The sun has almost set, the warm haze gone completely. It matches the somber tone of the room.

“Hey, Tharn. You once told me you would always hear me out. I could tell you anything.”

“Mmh.”

“So...you know. You can tell me. Anything.”

Tharn can’t help but smile, it tugs on the faint aches and doesn’t quite meet his eyes. He doesn’t deny he’s holding something back this time. He just nods, tears in his eyes, pain in his chest.

“Yeah, I know.”

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