#the best happiest situation for both of them. and i feel things when i imagine it

[ethanhuntfemmefatale]

sometimes i think about an AA universe where Edgeworth didn't have to be shuffled off every 5 seconds so he could maintain credibility as a rival....where Phoenix didn't have to win every case...yes AA is a game yes i understand why it did that for the narrative. but when I look at those lonely scared 24 year olds from AA1 i can't help but think that their version of a happy ending would be to be able to get used to each other. to face each other over stupid cases and small things. Sometimes one winning, sometimes the other, until it hardly matters anymore, all that matters is finding the truth together. I want them to take each other for granted!!! i want them to look at the other across the courtroom and say "time to face this bitch for the hundredth time i guess!!" these poor bastards have never had anything approaching emotional stability before let them have each other damn it

#idk im just. emotional #i feel like at that age?? at that place in their character development??? romance aside that would be legit be #the best happiest situation for both of them. and i feel things when i imagine it #we see so much of the grand gestures intense moments side of their relationship #they're always helping each other in their darkest moments and stuff like that but i wish they could also have #a very mundane professional dynamic. bitchy and prickly and earnest cause they both care a lot. and loving in their way #it's sad to me that so much of fic revolves around the idea that 'when phoenix and miles start dating miles will finally stay' thats #so tragic!!!!!!! am i the only person who thinks that's tragic #the game had to keep them apart for Narrative Reasons but i know my boy miles edgeworth and he would want to get bored of that spiky hairdo #and that handsome face. from seeing it in court so much. #narumitsu #wrightworth #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #ace attorney #aa1 #aa2 spoilers #aa3 spoilers

[mrs-kmikaelson]

Braver Together

(Should've Known Better Part Two)

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x reader, Klaus Mikaelson x reader, Mikaelsons x sister-in-law!reader, Hope Mikaelson x mother-figure!reader Summary: Ever since your heart was broken, you became scared of love altogether, but then the most unexpected thing happens and you realize that there was no point in being alive if you weren't living. So you force yourself to face your fears and start being brave... with some help, of course. Warnings: very long, mentions of cheating, angst (with more fluff tho imo), complicated relationships, death, ofc violence, and i totally bend the tvd-originals timeline Words: 10.6K

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a/n is at the end of the post.

When you accepted Klaus’ proposal a thousand years ago, you could’ve never imagined that your life would end up the way it would. For a long time, you were happy, maybe even the happiest girl in the world. It didn’t matter if your family was dead—the Mikaelsons became your family. And for a while, that was fine with you, but now it just felt like torture to be with them every single day.

But you supposed that you signed your life away when you married your husband.

His infractions amazed you, but you still didn’t leave him, even when every bone in your body begged you to. It was the little things, like watching Hope smile as she opened presents on Christmas morning, that made you feel like it was worth it.

You had grown attached to her. While you still weren’t the best of friends with her mother, you remained civil for her. After all, you were both stuck in this family with no way of escaping, so you found it pointless to continue to ignore her.

Klaus, however, was much more deserving of your ignorance, but like Hayley, you pushed that to the side. Your feelings didn’t matter when their child was involved. Even though you weren’t her mother, Hope felt like a daughter to you. Her name was so fitting; she really was this family’s last hope, and she was definitely yours.

Over the years you had, you managed to mend your relationship with Rebekah, even if it was never really the same as it was before. You were no longer running around Chicago together, dancing the night away, but now you had responsibilities to care for and hurt in your hearts. Rebekah had always been a child of sorts, but coming back to this city forced her to grow up. In a way, you supposed you did, too.

Elijah and you were better after that talk you had that one Christmas Eve, not as good as before, but better, and for the time being, that was good enough.

Sometimes, as you were playing with Hope in the living room, your siblings surrounding you, you lied to yourself and pretended you were a family again. But you knew better now. You’d been here before already.

But then something happened, something that almost made that lie feel real.

You walked into the Abattoir with a wide smile on your face, a sight that’d become rare to see. But when you were with Hope, it was impossible for the corners of your lips not to go up. She was giggling at something you said, but, looking back, you couldn’t even remember what it was.

There were shopping bags in your hands. You just took her out to get clothes for her first time at school. You were expecting to see the family seated on the couches, prepared to watch her “runway” her new wardrobe.

Instead, you were met with an apparent crisis. Rebekah sat on the couch, hand cupped over her mouth in shock, tears in her eyes. Hayley stood off to the side, glancing in between Elijah and Klaus, the former staring pointedly at an unknown man whose back was turned to you and the latter with his arms crossed, also staring at said man.

At your entrance, Hayley looked over to you, seeming to let out a breath, as if she was thankful to have a reason to leave the situation. “Mommy, mommy!” Little Hope waved Hayley over, even though she was already walking in your direction. “Me and Auntie Y/N/N bought pretty clothes! Wanna see?”

“Yes, sweetheart, just after your father and Uncle Elijah work this out.” She picked the child up, glancing your way with a sort of warning in her eyes, nodding over to where the rest of the family stood before she looked back to Hope. “For now, why don’t we get you in the bath?”

Hope groaned in protest, making you smile in amusement, but Hayley paid no mind to this, taking her upstairs. Your smile was immediately wiped away. The look the werewolf gave you suggested that something was going on, something she didn’t want Hope to be apart of. The rest of the Mikaelsons hadn’t taken their attention off the man they were staring at for even a second, worrying you.

So, you placed the shopping bags you were holding down next to the gate, walking towards them with your arms held out. “What’s going on?” You asked, but no one turned to answer you. Your brows furrowed. Just as you were about to ask again, the mystery man turned around and it was like the wind was knocked out of you instantly.

Standing right in front of you was no stranger. It was Kol Mikaelson.

For a moment, you almost forgot how to breathe. He gazed at you tenderly with an indecipherable look in his eye. Before you could get to even trying to figure it out, you jumped out of your shock and engulfed him into a tight hug that he quickly reciprocated. Tears leaked out of your eyes for the first time in years.

After a minute, you pulled away, patting his arms and looking him up and down, like you were trying to figure out if he was real. He looked just like Kol, just like your Kol. You pinched yourself, causing the man to let out a small chuckle.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you, Y/N,” he said, and you were gobsmacked because that was his voice, his voice that you hadn’t heard in years. As you realized this was real, that this was really Kol, you pulled him in for another hug. 

Kol was the one to pull away this time, cupping your cheeks with his hands and wiping your tears away. You opened and closed your mouth like a fish, trying to find the right words to use, trying to figure out what you even wanted to say. When he died, you felt like there was so much left unsaid, but now you didn’t know where to start. “How- how are you here?”

He softly smiled at you, so different in comparison to the usual Mikaelson smirk that you were used to. “I’m going to explain everything.”

All of a sudden, you heard a throat clear, reminding you of the others in the room that you’d somehow forgotten about. You looked behind Kol to see Elijah, straightening his cufflinks. “Yes, it appears that we all have a lot to discuss,” he remarked, almost looking uncomfortable. You then glanced to Klaus whose jaw was clenched. Rebekah was still in the same exact position as before, expressionless.

Kol guided you to the couch next to her, telling the brothers they should sit, too. And then he told you all the story of a lifetime.

You listened intently as Kol explained how he was alive. He said he had been on the other side, watching all of you every day. Hearing this made you tense as you wondered what he could’ve possibly seen or heard; you were embarrassed that he might’ve seen how Klaus treated you and how you stayed, but your mind didn’t linger on the subject for long as he continued with his story.

He said the other side started to fall apart, all thanks to the travellers and their sociopathic leader, Markos. You were surprised he was even real; when you came across travellers in the past, you thought they were insane, but it turned out that they actually had real power, enough to bring down a supernatural purgatory that had existed long before even your time.

Kol then said he went back to Mystic Falls after a witch told him that Bonnie Bennett had taken the place of the other side’s anchor. He explained how, following Stefan’s death, the scooby gang engaged in a plan to bring him and their other fallen friends back. 

“So I was stuck with my life in the witch’s hands.” He suddenly looked to you. “She refused at first, but when I mentioned you, she eased up and decided to let me through.” For some reason, this information made you freeze. You were stuck staring into Kol’s eyes until he eventually looked away, making you shake your head. “Whatever you said to her, Y/N, may have just saved my life.”

You knew what he was referring to. Long ago, when you were still in Mystic Falls, before Klaus cheated and before Kol died, you gave the Bennett witch some advice you thought she’d find useful. You told her not to let people walk all over her, to start living for herself.

How ironic was that?

It seemed that neither of you had followed this advice, though, because Bonnie was still stuck putting her life on the line for her friends and you still lived with your husband and his family.

Both of you were doing things that’d kill you eventually.

Maybe it already did.

After Kol’s story, you were all worn out, like each of you had lived through it yourselves. Even though you were exhausted, you were still ecstatic that Kol was alive, that your wishes had come true. When Rebekah got over her shock, you could tell she was happy too, and even Elijah had a ghost of a smile of his lips. But Klaus didn’t look as happy as you would’ve thought he’d be.

You didn’t mind this, ignoring it altogether, refusing to let anything ruin your good mood. That night, you went to bed happy in a house full of Mikaelsons.

The next day, when Kol met Hope, the smile that was already on your face got even wider. Oh, they would cause trouble together, you thought. The three of you spent the week together, sometimes including one of your other siblings. And for the first time since you were with that boy, you felt human again.

You could’ve never imagined this turn of events, Kol coming back to life, Klaus’ child being your salvation. But no longer could you imagine any what ifs, any other life for yourself. You didn’t wonder and wonder about what would’ve happened if Elijah let you go, if Klaus never found you. If you got the chance to go back, you didn’t even know if you would’ve done it all differently. That was saying something, but at the moment, it all felt like it was worth it.

There were so many questions you had for Kol, so many qualms you still had with your family, but for that week, you ignored it all. You could only focus on the influx of pure happiness you felt. You started living like you weren’t a thousand-year-old Original whose heart was broken and like you were gonna die the very next day.

And it was liberating.

But you knew better than to think you could live in paradise forever.

You and Kol lied on the grass of some hill he’d driven you to. You were surprised he even still knew his way around the city, but he was always one to surprise you.

You just stared up at the stars together in silence, a comfortable silence that didn’t feel like it was suffocating you. It was just the two of you, no Klaus, no drama, no anyone. It was just you and the stars.

Out of nowhere, Kol broke the silence, his voice just above a whisper. “My brother doesn’t deserve you.”

Your breath hitched, turning your head towards him, but his gaze was still aimed at the sky. Your perfect little moment was suddenly invaded by the thought of your husband who you’d been unknowingly avoiding in conversation with Kol altogether. Maybe he noticed that.

Maybe he noticed the way you and Klaus no longer touched, even though you couldn’t keep your hands off one another the last time he was alive. Maybe he really was watching you from the other side, and that terrified you.

You knew Kol held you on a pedestal, even if neither of you would ever acknowledge that. He thought you were so good, so strong, so it killed you to think that he saw you when you were most vulnerable. It killed you to think that he knew all of his brother’s indiscretions and how you stayed, anyway.

You knew better than that—no, you were better than that.

Kol went on, “He never has-”

This time, you cut him off, the shock wearing off. “Kol-”

“No, Y/N.” He finally stopped staring up at the stars, turning to look at you. You were expecting the disappointment, but you weren’t expecting the raw anger in his eyes, an anger that’d never been directed at you. But you know it wasn’t. “You were always too good for that bastard, too good for this entire fucking family.”

You tried to stop him, but he kept going every time you opened your mouth. “Here you are, raising a child that isn’t even yours for his sake. Even after what he did to you, what he kept doing to you, you stayed—because that is just how loyal you are and how loyal he isn’t.” He started laughing, but there was no trace of humour in it. “You have no idea how much I want to sock him every time I see him.”

“Kol-”

“You know there’s nothing you can say to make this better, Y/N.” That shut you up. “I’m not going to let you spin this just to spare my brother the trouble.” Oh, how embarrassed you felt. Klaus cheated on you over and over again, yet you still felt the need to defend him. 

Things were okay with Elijah and Rebekah because, even though they were there, they weren’t really there. They didn’t know how bad things were between you and Klaus, how it ate you alive, not even Rebekah who watched you break down and isolate yourself. But Kol- oh, Kol saw it all.

You swallowed, looking back up to the sky. “I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Never had you been turned so fast. When your eyes met Kol’s, they were fierce, but his voice softened. “Don’t ever apologize for him. Never again, not to me- not to anyone.”

You swallowed a second time, losing your words as you just stared into his eyes. You hadn’t seen him in so long; you forgot how well he knew you, how he was able to read you like a child’s book.

But Kol had gotten more complicated to you. Whenever you were around him, there was a new look that’d surface in his eyes. This look was like a passerby that you didn’t know but had seen before, a friend of a friend. This was a look you could not decipher, and currently, he was giving you that exact look.

For a long while, the two of you just looked at each other as if you were the stars you’d came all this way to see. The only things heard were crickets and the cars from the city until Kol’s voice sounded.

“I should’ve never let him do this to you,” he said. And you didn’t know what that meant.

But it didn’t matter.

Because, seconds later, you both got up and drove away.

This night hadn’t dampened your mood. There were so many things to be happy for. Years ago or even a week ago, you were depressed beyond words, but Kol coming back had filled a hole you’d thought would never go away. So even though this conversation stung, you were still okay.

When you got back to the compound, you both pretended he never said what he said. Kol went back to being his playful self, making jokes, and you went back to laughing at them.

It was like you’d been given a miracle. You never thought you’d feel like yourself again, and you didn’t really, but it was so close, as close as you’d been in a long time. 

You didn’t feel so alone anymore.

Every day started being spent with either Kol, Marcel, Hope, or sometimes even Rebekah. Life was as normal as it had ever been, as sunny as you’d ever seen the world—at least as sunny as your life has been in decades.

Until it started to rain.

You were in the kitchen of the Abattoir, looking through the cupboards to see what you could make. While none of you had to actually eat, Hope did, and so it’d become a staple in the Mikaelson house to have dinner every night. These dinners stopped being so awkward after a while.

Hayley and Eijah were at some werewolf meeting, Rebekah had taken Hope to buy school supplies, Kol was roaming around, and you suspected Klaus was out causing some sort of mayhem. You assumed you were alone in the house, but you were proven wrong.

Footsteps sounded behind you; you sensed him before you even turned around. Even though Klaus and you had gotten to a point of pleasantness, that didn’t mean you enjoyed being alone with him. 

A few years of pleasantness couldn’t erase the thousand years you’d spent together.

“Love,” he greeted, pulling out a barstool and sitting down, the kitchen island separating you. You lightly inhaled, turning to nod to him in acknowledgement.

You kept rummaging through the kitchen, trying your best to ignore your husband’s presence. Oh, Klaus hadn’t felt like your husband in so long, but what else could he possibly be to you?

You were trying so hard to be friends with him, but could you really be friends with the man you were in love with for a millennium? With the man who had hurt you more than anyone else ever had? You didn’t have an answer to that.

The two of you sat in silence. There was a point in time where silence between you both felt like a warm blanket, comfortable and safe, but now it felt ominous, like the calm before a storm. With Klaus, there was always a storm.

Just as you placed your final ingredients on the counter, he caught you off guard and asked, “What are you doing with my brother?” You quickly spun around, widening your eyes and narrowing them in the same sequence. This was a question, but it felt much more like a challenge.

Klaus was impassive, but you knew better than to actually believe that. However, you mirrored his expression, anyway. “What do you mean?” you quizzed. You tried to keep your voice devoid of emotion, but you couldn’t help the bite of annoyance that seeped through.

He clearly noticed this if the tick in his jaw was of any indication. “You and Kol, Y/N.” Your brows furrowed at his vague explanation, causing his eyes to roll. “Come on, don’t act as if you’re surprised. You had to have known that I’d ask eventually. You’re my wife.”

He stared firmly into your eyes. No, I’m not your wife, you wanted to scream, but you bit your tongue. You hoped that your gaze said it for you, anyway. Instead, you scoffed, “No, Klaus, I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” He tried to say something, but you cut him off. “I’m not sure what insinuation you’re trying to make, but you need to cool it.”

You were fed up, and you could feel an argument on its way. Klaus and you hadn’t argued in a long time, but that didn’t mean you didn’t have things you wanted to say to him. You held your comments in for Hope’s sake, but if he wanted to poke the bear, then you’d make sure that the bear poked back.

This time, he scoffed, his calm façade falling apart as he snarked, “Oh, please, you can’t possibly be so naive.”

“There is nothing to be naive about, Klaus—there’s nothing going on between your brother and me.” And if there was, it wouldn’t be your business, you wanted to add, but you weren’t gonna add more fuel to the fire. You didn’t even know why your mind went there in the first place.

“Perhaps that’s what you think, Y/N, but I’ve seen the way my brother looks at you-”

“He doesn’t look at me in any way.”

“Yes, he does- and you’re fooling yourself if you think he doesn’t.”

There was a door in your mind that Klaus had opened with these remarks, a door you’d been scared to even go near. But you closed it right away, refusing to wonder about it. He was wrong. There was nothing going on between you and Kol.

Your eyes hardened and you snapped, “I don’t have the time nor do I have the patience to deal with another one of your paranoid episodes.” He scoffed again, but you paid it no mind. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have dinner to make.” You turned around, not caring to see Klaus’ expression. You heard the barstool screech against the floor and then his angry footsteps as he left the kitchen.

And just like that, that opened door was slammed shut.

You tried your hardest to ignore Klaus’ words, telling yourself it wasn’t true, that there was no way it could possibly be true, but you couldn’t stop thinking about it. You and Kol had always been close, but there was nothing that wasn’t platonic there. 

Or maybe you were wrong.

You had given up on love so long ago. You gave your lover your heart without a second thought and he threw it to the ground like it was nothing, like it wouldn’t shatter everywhere, like it was possible for you to ever recover from that. And then when you try and find happiness, he rips that away from you, too.

Klaus had blown out any spark you had, leaving you alone in the dark.

Was love worth it if felt like this?

You didn’t know. These weren’t questions you asked yourself when you said “I do.” You didn’t know what to do anymore.

So you did what you always did, stuffing your feelings away and acting like nothing was wrong. But something changed. Whenever you saw Kol after that, you felt something—something you couldn’t explain, something you couldn’t name. It was like you had felt this before, but just never noticed it.

This feeling lurked in the background for a while until it was pulled back to the forefront of your mind when you least expected it.

“Bloody hell,” you muttered, storming into the compound with Kol following soon after. Your language was partly ironic because bloody you were. Of course, not your blood, but you hadn’t been in this state in at least a century.

Safe to say, you didn’t miss it.

You had just killed a horde of witches. They were good opponents, strong, but nobody was ever really smart if they decided to go up against the Mikaelsons. Nothing was stronger than family, even if it didn’t always feel that way.

They wanted to go after Hope, but you would never let that happen—none of you would. So you killed them- slaughtered may have even been a better word to use. Some of them had their hearts taken, their limbs ripped apart, stakes stabbed into their chests; your family could get creative.

Elijah, Hayley, and Klaus were dealing with the mess while Rebekah was tending to Hope. They didn’t need anymore man-power, so Elijah told you both to go home and clean yourselves up. He didn’t have to tell you twice.

“Seems that this family can never escape a bloodbath,” he joked.

“Ugh, disgusting. I need a real bath.” You spun around, a dramatic look on your face. Kol chuckled. He was more at ease than you were; he got a meal out of it, but you preferred quick kills, so now you were just annoyed.

“If you weren’t my brother’s wife, I’d join you.” His tone was light and playful, teasing even, but there was a glint in his eye that made you think he wasn’t completely joking. Your mind went back to what Klaus said to you, about the way Kol looked at you, then you thought about everything he did to you, how he just discarded your vows like they were meaningless. 

Maybe, if you hadn’t just come from a fight, you would’ve laughed it off, but you were tired of thinking about what Klaus wanted. 

You shrugged. “Well, I don’t think I’ve been his wife for a long time now.” You maintained eye contact with Kol as he paused. The playful atmosphere disappeared and was replaced with tension.

A beat passed before he slowly responded, “Y/N, what are you trying to say?”

What were you trying to say? You didn’t know if you could put it into words. So you stepped forward, hearing his breath catch in his throat, putting a hand on his bicep. “I think you know what I’m trying to say.”

Another beat. And then the next thing you knew, Kol’s lips slammed onto yours. You were sped upstairs, immediately ripping his shirt off and letting it fall to the floor. Yours came off somewhere in the mix. You could taste the leftover blood on his lips, not enough to satisfy you, but just enough to leave you wanting more.

You didn’t know what you were doing, but it felt good. You never thought you’d feel anything remotely like this ever again, but now that you had it, who knew if you could ever let it go?

Kissing Kol was like drugs. Ecstasy raced through your veins. You didn’t know if you had ever felt anything like this before; if you had, then how was it possible that you let it slip through your fingers? No, this was unlike any experience you’d ever had.

He suddenly pulled away, heaving. You reached to pull him back in, but he stopped you, breathing, “Are you sure that you want this?”

You didn’t even have to think about it. “Yes- you have no idea how badly.” This clearly sufficed because he was back to kissing you the second you stopped talking, hands going to unclasp your bra.

Oh, at that moment, you couldn’t give a damn what Klaus thought.

And Kol made sure you didn’t think about Klaus for the rest of that night.

Kol made it feel like your first time all over again, like everything you felt was new and foreign to you, but by the time you were done, your body was anything but foreign to him. 

After multiple rounds and showering, you laid in your bed tired. You couldn’t remember the last time someone else laid with you. Part of you thought that, for some reason, Kol would leave, but he stayed right next to you, holding you in his arms.

You only had sex, but this felt like so much more than that.

The only thing that could be heard in your room was the sound of your breathing. You didn’t want to say anything, to talk about it and be reminded that you were married. You just wanted to bask in this moment.

You don’t know how long you’d been lying in silence before Kol whispered, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” You turned your head toward him, but like that night on the hill, he kept his vision directed to the ceiling as if he was afraid what he’d see if he directed it to you. He hesitated. “I think I’ve felt something for you for years, centuries. Maybe- maybe I always have.”

Your heart nearly stopped. Not just because he was confessing to having feelings for you, but because maybe you did, too. But this was more than a confession.

Your response to this could determine your future, if there was any, with Kol. 

The rational part of your brain argued that this could never work, that Klaus would never let it happen, that this would only end in tragedy. You wanted to stop this before it became something more, but that other part of yourself, the part ruled by her heart, told you that it was too late for that. This was already something more.

You couldn’t let this go, not even if you wanted to.

You cupped his cheek, turning him to you. When his eyes met yours, you saw an emotion that Kol rarely ever showed, and that was fear. You wondered if he could see that you were scared, too.

You looked into his eyes for what felt like forever but was really only a minute. And then you decided that what you were feeling was more powerful than words, so you didn’t say anything at all, leaning in to kiss him. It wasn’t as fervent as before, now tender and soft but still with purpose. You weren’t too sure of what’d happen after this, once you woke up from this dream and got back to reality, but as you kissed him, it didn’t matter.

You were together. 

And for now, that was more than enough.

When you woke up, Kol was still there, right next to you. You could’ve stayed in bed together all day, but you weren’t normal people. You belonged to the least normal family and led the least normal lives. So you got up, reluctantly, and he went back to his room before anyone could find him in yours.

Then you walked downstairs, ate breakfast, and dealt with the effects of the your most recent problem. You were at Rousseau’s, about to meet with Marcel, when you were pulled into the bathroom, Kol’s lips immediately meeting yours.

The feeling of his lips soon became so familiar to you.

You wanted to be normal so badly, but you couldn’t. You knew you couldn’t. So this became your new normal instead: stolen moments and glances, being together when no one else was around. 

Slowly, that feeling you had whenever you were around him was given a name. You don’t know if it was love, if it could even be that yet—but it felt dangerous, and exciting, and warm all at once. You felt it whenever you kissed him, whenever you looked into his dark brown eyes, and whenever he smiled. 

You were falling for Kol Mikaelson.

You constantly berated yourself, even though it felt so good. This was like alcohol, and drugs, and every other vice out there: it was temporary. The Original Hybrid was your husband��this was his brother. He wouldn’t let this happen.

This was wrong.

But it felt so right.

You had rejected every possible opportunity of happiness for years. Couldn’t you just have this one thing? Couldn’t you just let yourself be happy?

Oh, Kol made you happy. He brought out a part of you that you thought was gonna be gone forever. He made you feel like yourself again, like you were alive, like you had something to live for.

You had been living in black and white for so long that you forgot what it was like to live in colour.

Music filled the Mikaelson living room, music that the rest of the world would perhaps call old but never got old to you. Kol held you close to him, rocking you to the rhythm while your head rested on his chest. You were both very well versed in classical dances, but you didn’t need a big fancy dance for this to feel the way it did: special.

There was something going on—there always was—but, at that moment, that something didn’t exist. At that moment, it was just the two of you.

A small smile came to your lips. “You know, you weren’t even actually alive when this song came out.”

You felt his chest rumble as he chuckled. “Yeah, and I’m glad. This song is terrible.”

You gasped, pulling away and hitting his arm. “Kol Mikaelson! Don’t you dare speak about Celine Dion that way.”

He laughed again, easily pulling you back to him and kissing the crown of your head. You tried pouting, but it felt impossible to do anything other than smile. “Don’t worry, darling. You like it, so I like it.” Your smile got wider, pulling back again but this time it was to kiss him.

You found that, when you kissed Kol, it wasn’t always so hot and heavy. It didn’t always lead to making out or making love. Sometimes, you just kissed because it felt good. It was soft, and gentle, and reassuring, and it felt good.

Maybe, if you were being honest with yourself, it felt better than anything else.

You pulled away after a few seconds, taking the time to stare into his eyes. You did it all the time and yet, every single time you did, it felt like the first time all over again. You could stare into his brown orbs all day long if you could. However, your lives didn’t allow for that.

But that just made little moments like these all the more special.

After a few seconds, he directed your attention away from his eyes, mumbling under his breath, “The song’s still shit, though.”

“Oh, shut up,” you scolded, but your head still made its way back to his chest, anyways.

Everyone else was back at the benefit. You were there, too, until you both decided to sneak away and go back home. That was cutting it close, definitely, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. You didn’t get to go on dates or hold hands in public, so you were gonna grab these moments while you still could.

You knew that what you were doing was just prolonging an eventual- no, an inevitable outcome, but after everything you went through, you learned a few lessons. All good things came to an end—everything had to end at some point. Your marriage sure did, but that didn’t mean that you’d go back and change a thing. Yes, things with Klaus ended badly, but he gave you a thousand good years first.

So if what you were doing with Kol ended, then at least you had this. At least you had dances in the living room, and stargazing, and soft kisses.

Maybe this story wouldn’t have a happy ending.

But as long as you got a happy middle, then you were okay with that.

And he did everything he could to give you just that. 

It felt… different, to be with someone other than Niklaus, but it was a good different. It felt good to smile and to actually mean it. And it made you wish for something more, to be more than just two people engaging in a forbidden love affair, but that’s what this was, wasn’t it?

But Kol made it feel like it really was more than that. He made you feel like a diamond, like you were beautiful, like everything that had weighed down on you only made you that much stronger. 

This was more. This was so much more than you could’ve ever hoped for.

You were lying in bed together late at night when it happened. You weren’t expecting it- you weren’t sure if you ever expected it. But Kol was always one to do the unexpected, surprise you and keep you on the edge of your seat.

Yet, when he spoke, he didn’t sound so dauntless. He sounded small and afraid, but at the same time, you could hear the hope in his voice. Hope, courage, bravery—at the end of the day, it was just called Kol.

He was always brave enough for the both of you.

“I love you.”

Your breath hitched, turning to see that he was already staring at you. The déjà vu hit you hard. Here you were, in the same position you’d already been in with him, but this time, he looked right at you.

Brave enough for the both of you.

You didn’t say anything. You wondered if you were dreaming, hallucinating, imagining things, if this was some cruel trick of the mind. But, the longer you stared and the longer he stared right back at you, the more convinced you became.

This was real.

This was real.

You wrapped your arm around his neck, pulling him in and connecting his lips with yours. Butterflies still erupted in your stomach, even though you had been at this for a while. You put your everything into this kiss, but Kol deserved more than everything.

This scared you, but Kol had given you so much. He didn’t need to be the brave one all the time.

You wanted to be brave, too.

So when you finally pulled away, resting your forehead on his, eyes closed, you whispered back, “I love you.” 

You and Kol were brave together, braver together. Yeah, there were dragons out there so much more powerful than you, but you could slay them together. Maybe it would’ve been safer to just stay away, to just tuck yourself away in a castle and avoid the dragons altogether, but what was the point in that?

What was the point of being alive if you weren’t truly living?

And you were living.

Everyone around you could see it. Your change in behaviour was unusual, but it lifted everyone’s spirits. You were starting to be able to actually hold a conversation with Rebekah, and you were starting to be able to talk to Elijah about things other than the family’s latest conflicts. You were even starting to be a little more friendly with Hayley.

You didn’t tell her, but a part of you was thankful for what she did. She knew who you were when she met Klaus; she knew he was married, and she still slept with him. This had previously enraged you, but now you couldn’t help but feel relieved.

Had she not done what she did, you may have never had this with Kol.

And Hope would’ve never been born.

Oh, you would do anything for her. This family may have been cursed, but you were all willing to do whatever it took to break the cycle. No more running, no more instability. No matter how dysfunctional you all were, you would give her that.

She was never alone. When her parents weren’t there to bring her or pick her up from school, you were. And if you weren’t, then Kol was, or Rebekah, or Elijah, or Marcel. The odds were against you from the start, but you were all there to flip them. 

For her.

You were always happy with Hope, but even she could tell that something had changed. She was a child, but she was bright, and she knew you were happier.

The relationships in your life blossomed. Klaus was the only person that this didn’t happen with.

You loved Kol—you were in love with Kol, but loving him didn’t skew your memory. Klaus and you had a long history. You still couldn’t look at him without picturing it.

It was easier to be more forgiving of Hayley. She wasn’t the one who vowed to be faithful to you, nor was she the one to cheat on you three times or give up on your marriage. He was. You couldn’t see yourself letting go of that. Maybe one day, but being around him wouldn’t speed up that process.

Klaus was actually the last person on your mind.

But that didn’t seem to be the case for him.

You were on your way out of the compound when something caught your eye. You stopped, turning to see your husband by himself in an empty hallway. It appeared that something had caught his eye, too.

He was so focused that he didn’t even see you. You could’ve pretended not to see him, walked away and gone on with your business, but you knew what he was looking at. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t look at it every once in a while, too.

Yes, you could’ve walked away, but the easy thing was never easy for you to do.

So you walked up to him, leaving a foot between you and looking at what had captured his attention. It was a portrait, and a familiar one at that.

The truth was, you’d studied that portrait until it was engraved into your memory. Even when you weren’t looking at it, it still came and found you in your dreams and even when you were just sitting around and thinking.

It was you. It was you, and Klaus, and Rebekah, and Elijah, and Kol. Before he died, before Hayley, before this godforsaken city. It was when things were calm, when you still had some sort of semblance of family. Or at least that’s what it was supposed to be.

Because it wasn’t real.

You never got together for this portrait. This time didn’t exist. It was fake. Niklaus was such a wonderful artist that he almost made you believe it, but it wasn’t real. He could paint you all so realistically, make you look so happy, but when was the last time you were all happy as a family? It was never in these clothes, never in this age.

But he made it look real.

He made it look like you were all picture-perfect, like his brother didn’t bring you to your end, like Rebekah never lost her mind, like Kol was never murdered, like you were never out crying in the rain for a man who would never change, like he was a man who could change.

Who knew that such a happy picture could evoke such sadness. Because this portrait wasn’t what was— it was what could’ve been.

Klaus broke the silence with a voice you would’ve never heard without enhanced hearing. “I really did love you.” Neither of you turned to face the other. “I really do love you.”

Not too long ago, you would’ve started crying. And while tears did build in your eyes, you smiled first. You didn’t doubt that. It didn’t take you long to respond, “So did I.”

1996, when you left, when you came back, when he cheated again, when you found out he was having a baby, when he killed Leo, when you stayed, when you took Hope. All of this flashed before your eyes, but it wasn’t all you saw. You also saw your wedding, your first time, when he painted you as you slept, when you got drunk together, when he cooked for you, when you kissed on the beach at night all by yourselves. You saw how happy he made you and how easily he just took it away from you.

You would never forget these things, none of it. You would never forget the bad, but you would never forget the good, either.

He lightly chuckled as if he was remembering all the same things as you. And then, for a while, you both just stood there, staring at the painting. There was a time when you could practically read his mind, but now you had no idea what he was thinking.

You were different people now. You weren’t the same people who went through the good, nor were you the same people who went through the bad. You weren’t the same people you could’ve been in that picture, either.

And he knew that, too.

“I’m never going to be your husband again, am I?” He mused, but this wasn’t a question. You both already knew the answer, even if you hadn’t said it out loud to each other.

“No.” You shook your head, opting to look down at your boots. “No, you’re not.”

Maybe you were imagining it, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw him wipe at his eye. Suddenly, a part of you felt bad, but not for him. You felt bad for the boy you fell in love with, the boy who gave you humanity even when he had lost his own. And you felt bad for the girl who kissed him at the altar.

So, against your current feelings, you turned and swiftly wrapped your arms around him, hoping that you weren’t just hugging Klaus, but that you were hugging the boy you married all those years ago. He quickly hugged you back, holding you tightly, but his grip slowly lessened.

Like he was getting ready to let you go.

You don’t know how long you were in his arms, but eventually he pulled away. You could finally see his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes, and how they were filled with tears despite the smile on his face. He didn’t say anything, and he didn’t need to. You had both said everything you needed to say; there were no more chapters to write in this book of yours.

It was time for your story to end.

You let go of each other and you turned around, walking away without sparing that painting another glance. You were just at the edge of the hallway when he called your name, making you turn your head.

“Be happy with him,” he said, even though it looked like it annihilated him to say it.

But you didn’t question it. You just nodded, then you turned around and walked away. You didn’t need to ask him who he was referring to or have him explain any further. You understood perfectly.

You would.

You were gonna be happy with him.

And just like that, the Original Hybrid and the Mikaelson Wife were done.

But who knew? You could very well become a Mikaelson once again if Kol got his way. You wouldn’t admit, just as to not inflate his ego, but deep down, you wanted him to get his way.

Slowly, the suspicions your other siblings had became confirmed. You weren’t overly affectionate in public, but they were able to put two and two together. Rebekah had been in love so many times that she was able to see it clearly on you, and Elijah was always the scholar amongst you, the smart one. Marcel saw it from a mile away. While he and Kol hadn’t always gotten along well, they were both willing to put that aside for you.

Even a child could see that you were in love; Hope did.

“Aunt Y/N/N, do you and Uncle Kol love each other like Belle and the Beast?”

You both simultaneously turned to her, along with everyone else in the living room. It was movie night; Beauty and the Beast had just finished, and Hope had asked you that question as soon as the credits were rolling.

She was just a kid who was curious. She didn’t know the potential outrage her question could cause.

But you weren’t gonna lie to her. You weren’t gonna deny what was possibly the best thing you ever had, even as your entire family was in the room.

“Hope-” Hayley had started to scold, but you cut her off.

“Hayley, it’s alright.” She didn’t look convinced and still looked embarrassed, but you turned back to Hope with a smile on your face. “Yes, sweetheart, Uncle Kol and I do love each other.”

She now looked confused, like your reply hadn’t cleared anything up at all. “But my daddy looks at you the way Uncle Kol looks at you.” You opened your mouth, but you didn’t know what to say. “Does daddy love you, too?”

It appeared that none of you had the answer to her question. How were you meant to explain your situation to a child, that you and her father had loved one another for a thousand years and then your relationship ended because he slept with her mother?

What you were least expecting happened. Instead of having an outburst, Klaus beckoned Hope over, petting her hair once she was sat on his lap. “Ah, my littlest wolf,” he sighed, but the corners of his lips were upturned. His eyes were slightly glazed over as if he wasn’t really there, but that look quickly disappeared. For Hope, he’d be present. “I wish that love was as simple to understand as Belle and the Beast, but it is much more complicated than that. Your Aunt Y/N has been there for me many times, and for that, I will always love her,” he professed. His eyes found yours for a moment, but he quickly looked back to his daughter. “But we love each other differently from how her and Uncle Kol love each other. We love each other as family, not as people in love with one another. But no matter what any of us feel for each other in this family, Hope, we will all always love you.”

Hope slung her arms around her father’s neck. “I love you, too, daddy.”

“Always and forever, little one.”

While Hope’s back was turned, your eyes met again and the corners of your lips quirked up slightly. You knew that must’ve been hard for him to say, so you mouthed, thank you.

He smiled back at you. Even though it was so obviously fake, you still appreciated it. He nodded in response.

Yes, you and Klaus had been through a lot. You all had complicated relationships with one another, Kol and you included, but you were gonna push that aside for Hope. Every time.

One day, you would explain it all to her, how Marcel was her brother but your son, why Rebekah was so soft and hard at the same time, why Elijah was so protective, why her parents weren’t together, how you fell in and out of love with her father, why you were still here, how you fell in love with Kol.

But for now, you were gonna let her hold onto her innocence for as long as she could.

Hope still had questions, but she also had all of you to distract her from all of the problems you dealt with. However, you were no longer consumed by all these problems. You had someone to distract you, too, and that was Kol.

Whether you were in bed together, kissing, or just holding hands, he always took your mind off your troubles. He was like a wizard, transporting you from reality and bringing you to cloud nine every day. The problems, the threats, the drama—none of it mattered to you. To you, being with Kol was enough.

If you could just have this for the rest of your life, then you’d be happy, and that is exactly what he wanted to give you.

Time passed in a blur. It was a true what they said, that time flied when you were having fun. Before you knew it, a year had passed since Kol first kissed you, since you started this. A perfect year, calm with minimal conflict both in the Quarter and in the Abattoir.

You could’ve passed many more years this way happily, but you were always one to accept less than what you were worth. Kol knew that, and he wanted more for you- more for both of you.

He wanted to do more than just take you to dreams away from reality.

He wanted to make those dreams come true.

“Kol, what are you doing?” You giggled, stumbling a little but never falling. Kol would never let you fall.

He hushed you, “Shhh, we’re almost there.” 

A blindfold was over your eyes as he guided you around. You got into the car together hours ago, and when you woke up, the blindfold was on. He said he had a surprise for you.

This was so cheesy, but you were a sucker for these kinds of things. You never thought you’d get to a place like this again, that you’d be a hopeless romantic or even just a romantic ever again after what Klaus did to you, but Kol made you believe in romance again.

He put your heart back together after you thought it’d been broken beyond repair.

Finally, after more stumbling and laughing, he stopped, holding you in place. “Okay, are you ready?” You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the excitement in his voice. You nodded. “Alright. Three, two, one-”

The blindfold fell to the ground and the sight he’d been withholding was revealed to you. Your brows furrowed. You were in a living room with beautiful floors and beautiful decor, a fireplace parallel to the big couch behind you. You looked around and saw incredible artwork hanging on the walls and gorgeous windows that let the moonlight in.

It was beautiful and all, but did you drive all this way to break into someone’s house?

You voiced your confusion. “Kol, what is this place?” You turned around to see him trying to hold back a smile, a twinkle in his eyes. He looked like a kid about to tell you that he saw Santa. That thought made you laugh. “C’mon, Kol, really. Where are we right now?”

“Well, geographically, we’re in North Carolina.” His explanation produced a gasp from you, making him laugh. He was having way too much fun having you in the dark.

“North Carolina?” you echoed. Your jaw was practically on the floor. “We’re in North Carolina? You’re kidding- that’s like ten hours away-”

“Thirteen, darling.” This didn’t get rid of your disbelief, though you doubt that was what Kol was aiming for, anyway. He shrugged, adding, “Well, I actually got it down to twelve, but that’s besides the point.”

“Trust me, the shocker for me is not your reckless driving-”

He cut you off by speeding to you, lifting up your chin so you were looking right into his eyes. Funny, how he was still able to make you speechless. “I’m going to ignore that jab at my impeccable driving skills because I love you.”

You snorted, “Sure, if impeccable means shit.”

He hushed you again, causing you to roll your eyes. “Back to your question,” he said, making you remember the topic of conversation. You wondered if he had any idea how easily he was able to make you forget about anything—about everything. “I drove us here because North Carolina is relatively… quiet.”

You raised a brow. “Quiet?”

“Yes.” He gently grabbed your hands, holding them in his. Sometimes, he did this absentmindedly, but you were never bothered. You were far from bothered. “Louisiana is perhaps the heart of the supernatural. New York and any other state with a thriving night life also has a thriving vampire population, and they’re busy enough with humans as it is. The big states always are. But North Carolina… North Carolina isn’t on any vampire’s bucket list.”

You drawled, “Okayyyyyy… but why are we here?” What he was saying made sense, but you didn’t get how it related to either of you.

He just smiled, so clearly amused by your confusion. “You amaze me, Y/N, truly,” he proclaimed, that same shit-eating grin on his face that you’d grown accustomed to. “Only you would take so long to get the hint.”

That was obviously a hint, too, but you weren’t catching it. Kol shook his head, getting that look in his eye that he got when he was remembering something. “You told me once that, if we weren’t who we were, you’d want to live somewhere without ruckus, like a normal person. But you knew that couldn’t happen with my brother’s aspirations.” Now he looked at you pointedly and, all of a sudden, a wave of realization washed over you.

Your eyes darted all over the house. There was a reason why you were so in love with it. You looked back to Kol, mouth agape. He continued, “You wanted a house that wasn’t just decadent, but a home.”

Tears welled in your eyes as your hand flew up to cup your mouth in shock. You could remember telling him that, but it was so long ago. You’d long since abandoned the idea, but here he was, offering it up to you. “You- you remember that?”

He leaned in to wipe a tear that you didn’t even notice had fell, caressing your cheek. “I remember every moment I’ve ever spent with you, Y/N.” His actions were pointless because his words caused even more tears to fall.

You had never felt such an overwhelming feeling, so in love, so loved. Your heart’s immediate instinct was to kiss him, to say yes, but your mind… you’d been through enough to know better. 

“How are we going to-” you stammered, “we can’t- we can’t just move away.”

“Y/N-”

“This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, but-” your voice cracked. “we can’t just pick up and leave, Kol—you know that.”

He was now cupping both of your cheeks, staring so deeply into your eyes that you were sure he could see the parts of yourself that you’d tucked away. “Do you remember when I left Mystic Falls?” Of course, you did. How could you ever forget? “I asked you to come with me and you didn’t. Why was that?”

You didn’t want to answer, to relive this after you’d already agonized over it for so long, but you did, anyway. “Klaus. I didn’t go because of Klaus.”

“Exactly. You didn’t go because of that bastard, and you don’t want this now for the same reason.”

“Kol-”

He stepped closer when you thought he’d already closed all the space between you. His voice was soft and firm all at once. “I died thinking I’d never get the chance to tell you how I felt. I wasted so much time, worrying, unhappy.” He shook his head. “Well, I don’t want to worry anymore. I don’t want to waste any more time.” More tears fell, from both of you. “You make me happy, Y/N. I just want to be happy with you.”

A teary laugh escaped your lips. He made you happy, too, so much happier than you’d been in so long, so much happier than you even thought was possible after everything you’d been through. And he was right. Klaus was the one thing holding you back, but why should he get to do that?

You’ve given away years of your life for other people. Couldn’t you be selfish, just this once, and have this one thing for yourself?

You just wanted to be happy.

So you pulled him in and kissed him until you had to pull away for air, and when you did, you whispered, “Yes.”

And that may have just been the best decision you had ever made.

When you eventually drove back to New Orleans days later, you explained the situation to Klaus. He wasn’t jumping up and down with joy, but he surprisingly took it better than you expected.

You spent a thousand years with that man; saying goodbye wasn’t as easy as it seemed, but it needed to happen. It was time for you to go your separate ways. And even after everything he put you through, you still hoped that he could maybe find happiness one day, too.

Niklaus Mikaelson was your epic love, but you knew without a doubt that Kol was your true love. He was the warmth you’d been yearning for, and you were gonna let yourself have that.

North Carolina was the perfect place for you to settle down. It was quiet, like Kol said, with little to no supernatural population. It was also close enough to Louisiana that you could distance yourself from all the crazy but still get there if they needed you.

That’s what you told Elijah when you said your goodbye to him, that you were just a phone call away. He was gonna be the one running the show now, as always. He was always the responsible one amongst you, and you hoped that he’d let go of that and let himself live a little, too. As much as you didn’t like her, maybe he could get with Hayley one day or even find his own person.

You had hope that all of your family could one day be free of this Mikaelson curse, that they wouldn’t be bearing the hybrid’s sins for the rest of their lives. Rebekah was getting there. She was still growing up a little, and she all the time in the world to do that.

It was hard saying goodbye to Hope, but you just reassured her that this wasn’t goodbye. She’d always have a place in your home if she so needed it, and she’d definitely always hold a place in your heart. The only reason you felt okay with leaving her was because you knew she wouldn’t be alone; she had two parents that loved her more than life, a crazy aunt and uncle, and her big brother.

Marcel congratulated you with a wide grin on his face. He was elated for you, telling you that he’d be visiting you, to which you replied that he would always be welcome with you two.

Maybe you were just sentimental, but even saying goodbye to the city itself was hard, nerve-racking. It had given you so much, but taken so much more. You were learning, though, that love wasn’t supposed to drain you. You were learning to let go.

Goodbye, New Orleans, you whispered to yourself as you passed the town sign, and then you were saying hello to North Carolina… and also the new you.

Y/N and Kol Michaels. You got married not too far down the line. Of course, if you wanted to be normal, ditching the medieval last name was best. You supposed you could’ve kept it, but getting rid of it was more symbolic than anything.

You wanted to start over completely, and so that’s what you guys did. You weren’t abandoning your family, but making one of your own, too. Eventually, the idea of kids came up. You wanted nothing more than to raise your own child with the man you were in love with, but you couldn’t conceive a child and you didn’t want to drag one into this life, anyway. It was too dangerous.

The realization that you would never get to have kids broke your heart, but your lover repaired it like his words were glue. The two of you were together, and that was good enough for you.

Doing this, starting over, was scarier than any other situation you had ever been in—and that was saying something, considering how long you’d lived. But with Kol at your side, you were able to be brave. 

There was so much to be afraid of. You were scared that this wouldn’t work out, that this was only a happy middle with no happy ending, that you’d feel cold again one day after growing accustomed to the fire, but if all of that happened one day, then you decided that you’d be okay with it. You would be okay with it because at least you lived. You weren’t gonna let your fears stop you from doing that. If you just gave into your fears, then you would’ve never felt this feeling. You would’ve never fallen in love. You would’ve never found yourself again.

You owed it all to your bravery.

And you owed it all to Kol’s.

But together, you were fearless. Together, you were braver.

You were braver together.

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a/n: sorry for the long wait, but here is part two! ik i said i was gonna do the thg fanfic first, but that one is long asf so i decided to drop this first. i tried my best to listen to all ur suggestions—unfortunately, i couldn't find a way to write in a pregnancy. but we've got a happy ending! i really, really, really did not want a happy ending, like i had a whole sad ending planned for the part 2 but everyone wanted happiness so i just decided to end it there to avoid to outrage lol. if u want a part 3 where it doesn't end there but ends the way it was supposed to originally, then tell me. and lastly, thank u all so much for all the support!

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[reddsame]

Can I have some Dom fem reader X sub shanks, sub mihawk, some nice threesome nsfw. Can skip if you want, thank you for your time.

hmmMM i like this idea, u have gOOD taste 👀

Well i can imagine a polyamorous relationship with the two of them, it would be a bit strange because surely you would live with Mihawk in his castle, while the redhead visits the two of you almost every week, men who normally look very dominant, scary, bossy uk, a yonko and the best swordsman in the world...and it turns out that the two are completely bitCHES for you, sure, they always protect you, both from men and women who obviously find you attractive and they try to flirt with you, buy you a drink u know because bitch you're worth it, and there they are, jealous, they know that you wouldn't even crazY go with other people because aha, you have those two beauties at your feet but they need you to remind them.

Fill them with kisses, compliments, tell them how much you love them and how good they are for you, you will have them melting in the palm of your hand, there are situations in which they are even jealous of each other, although it is usually Shanks, he's a manbaby. He can find you in the bathtub drinking wine with the "hawk eyes", cooking with him, etc, he will be behind you demanding attention like a small child while looking at the black-haired man with a pout. In bed...the situation doesn't change, but the two of them really become needy, spreading their legs for you, beggin to eating u out, beggin for pussy/cock as if their lives depended on it, even if they are the ones on top, always asking and wanting to know if they are doing well for their mommy/daddy/master, and obviously it could not be missing, they become a complete moan and whimper mess when they have your dick/strap in them, Mihawk is a old fashioned lover, he likes MAKE love, slow, deep and passionate, whisper in his ear, kiss his neck and chest, i think his weak spot is his lower spine, touch it slow, be deeP on him, he will cum so fast, and then is...Shanks, he's a bitch in heat, he loves to FUCK, sure he can be passionate and he adores it, but..he likes to be overstimulated, be tough, scratch him, bite him, spank him, he's going to be the happiest man in the whole Grand Line. He whines and screams how much he loves you and NEEDS to be punished for being a bad boy and one last thing that they adore, they both inside you or one inside the other they feel so close to you and each other, the best orgasm of their life, although with you they all are. ;)

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[creedslove]

I know your headcanons are closed but I can’t stop thinking about Marcus Pike bing obsessed with his wife kids while she is nursing and he every evening very hungrily latch to her tits and drink her milk and cum without touching just from the drinking his wife’s milk.

Thank you for listening to my TEDtalk

Marcus Pike x f!reader

A/N: I love this anon, it's so 🔥

• so, it's obvious our sweet handsome Marcus Pike has a breeding kink

• one of the happiest moments of his life was when you two were dating and you both decided to stop using condoms because you two trusted each other and were clean

• so he could fill you up with his cum every night and that man went feral for it

• then you two got married and Marcus thought he was the happiest man in the world

• what he didn't know, was that he could be even happier and that happened when you announced you were pregnant

• and he was the best husband and baby daddy in the world: he did anything and everything for you, he treated you with so much love, spoiled you, woke up in the middle of the night to get you whatever food you were craving

• he would also go to all your doctor's appointments unless he really couldn't leave work and he would feel so guilty about it, but he would find a way to make it up to you for that, taking you out to eat, or buying you something nice

• and the body changes you went through, he really appreciated them, always praising and reminding you how gorgeous you were for carrying his child

• he loved your breasts, they were so full and big and so sensitive he loved playing with your nipples

• and he would be so fascinated by your milk; at first he would be too shy about it, he would be alone in his office and instead of focusing on his case report, he would close his eyes and fantasize about wrapping his lips around your nipples and suckle your warm milk

• he wondered what it would taste like, if you'd like the feeling, if he would like the feeling, if he would be embarrassed or if you would think he was weird so he didn't tell you anything about it

• but his cock was rock hard just to imagine himself drinking from you

• so when you two were having sex, he played with your breasts like he often did, you were riding Marcus and some milk began dripping down your nipple

• you were embarrassed at first, but he told you not to worry about it and wiped it with his tongue

• and it was as if something had changed inside of him; he just loved that situation, that connection was so strong and intense he couldn't help but want it again and again

• while still inside of you, he came so hard at the same time his lips were around your nipples

• you also noticed how much he enjoyed it, it had been so intense to him, you couldn't simply pretend you hadn't seen it

• so later, when you two were in bed, you asked him about it, showing your husband Marcus you were alright with it and above all you respected and loved him just the same

• and to make things better, you offered him to try it again whenever he wanted to

• so the next day at work, Marcus was also having a hard time concentrating because he spent the whole day thinking about it

• so just when he got home, he was so impatient he didn't even change clothes

• he sat you on the couch and took you to his lap, kissing you deeply and then going down your neck, your shoulders and your cleavage

• and then he revealed your beautiful gorgeous breasts and massaged them gently his tongue toying with your nipples as your milk came out right into his mouth

• Marcus closed his eyes and let out some muffled moans while you played with his hair

• he was so turned on he ended up coming untouched, panting and looking at you as he had drunk a lot from your milk

• once more he felt a little embarrassed but you assured him it was alright and above all he'd helped you because now your tits weren't so heavy anymore

• you pecked his lips and told him he could have your milk any time he wanted

• and that was why Marcus knew he was the luckiest husband in the world: he had you as his wife 💘

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HI HI HI!!

A part 5 to situations would make me the happiest human bean !! Love this story

Situations 5

situations 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7

I’m happy to make you the happiest human bean:)

Let’s imagine that Olivia Rodrigo brought out her Album ‘Sour’ now

Two days later

“Jenna?” The voice over the phone called out, “hey Olivia, how are you? What can I do for you?” Jenna asked as she made herself a coffee before work. “Well, as you might know, my new album sour is coming out in three days and today I’ve decided that I will throw a party for it in two days. Wanna come?” She explained as she looked at some decoration on her laptop, “oh wow, I’d love to come. I can’t wait to hear your new album, I love your music” after a bit more of conversation they started talking about whose coming to the party. “and last but now least, we have Y/n and her plus on” the actress was shocked and took a minute to answer, “d-do you know who she’s - you know- bringing?” Her voice was quiet and unsteady as she tried to calm herself, “no, I don’t. Sorry”

Two days later

You were ready for Olivia’s party and your plus one, Kara, was too. Kara was Mia’s little sister, she was 16 years old and loved Olivia and her music, so you thought it would be a nice gesture to bring her along. The girl was like a little sister to you, even if she looked just as old as you. But you would always remember her as the 4 years old that you met 12 years ago that you showed how to ride a bike.

“Are you nervous?” You asked the girl when you arrived at the location, the music was heard from the outside just like the peoples taking. “I’d say I’m the perfect mix of nervous, excited and happy” she answered as you laid your arm over the slightly smaller girl and chuckled, “well, just don’t embarrass me alright?” Both of you laughed as you walked inside.

You’ve know Olivia before she got really famous and somehow your friendship stayed. You didn’t talk that often but for some reason you were still going strong and you loved it, she was a great person that deserves the best only.

The first thing you did was getting something to drink. You and Kara stood at the bar when a certain someone caught your eye, Jenna. After the kiss four days ago, where she stormed off, you haven’t seen her or talked to her. It was complete radio silence which really broke you. Especially after seeing Percy appear next to her, his arms wrapping around her as she talked to Conan. “You alright?” The girl next to you asked causing you to nod, not that it convinced her but she still decided to let it go for now. “Come on, let’s find Olivia” you took her hand and pulled her along through the crowds until you found the singer you were looking for. “Liv” you called out as she ran into your arms, “y/n/n” she hugged you tight while you slightly picked her up around her waist.

“Liv, this is Kara” you introduced your plus one with a happy smile on your face from watching the younger girl nearly die from happiness. “She’s cute” she whispered to you causing you to cough, “she’s 16” you mumbled, her eyes suddenly widening. “Kara is Mia’s little sister, she’s a big fan of you so I decided to bring her along” you explained.

After a couple of minutes you’ve decided to leave them alone for a bit while you went and talked to other people, at least until you heard Percy tell people that him and Jenna were a thing for the 6th time. Deciding that you need some fresh air you exited the building, shooting Kara a quick text to stay close to Olivia while you took a minute. A certain brunette following you.

“I really didn’t think blondes were your type, but I also didn’t think you were the cheater type so I guess I was wrong about a lot” you’d recognize that voice everywhere and the last four days you would have done everything to hear it again. “What?” You asked as you turned around to face her. “Oh come on, you either had feelings for her before or you guys even already had something before. There’s no way that you fall in love so quickly” she explained while accusingly pointing her finger around as you chuckled sarcastically.

“Okay, hold up. First of all, you don’t get to judge me for bringing someone when the last four days I’ve been calling you nonstop and send you around 200 messages per day! It’s unfair you know, that shit broke me. I overstepped a boundary and I’m sorry about it, but you could have just told me instead of ghosting me. I didn’t know you had someone, you never told me and don’t even try to say that you didn’t know that I was making moves! Damn it, I would have backed up if I knew you had someone! But no, I have to find out from Percy running around and telling people!” You were pacing around as the anger inside of you built up, you were mad at her, mad at Percy, mad at yourself and mad at the world.

“What is he saying?” She asked as she watched you pace. “Damn it Jenna, he’s telling people about your relationship. Something you should have done weeks ago! You know who I brought? Mia’s little sister, she’s 16 and obsessed with Olivia. So no, I don’t likes blondes and no I’m not the cheater type” your chest was heaving as you looked at the ground and tried to calm yourself. “Y/n, Percy and I aren’t a thing” she told you as she stepped closer but you only shook your head, “maybe you should tell him that first”. With that you walked back inside to Kara and Olivia.

“You alright?” The singer asked as you stood next to her, “yeah, just needed a moment” you answered as you watched Kara and Olivia interact. “You’re y/n, right?” A manly voice next to you said causing you to turn, only to find Percy next to you. “Yeah, I am” your voice wasn’t friendly or nice, it was cold and gave clear indication that you didn’t want to talk to him. “Look, you should keep away from Jenna. She made a mistake when she kissed you, she regrets it deeply. Being in love with a girl as a girl is disgusting and the media won’t like it, so I turned her and I want you to keep away from her” you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, you tried to calm yourself, you really did but it was too much for you. Without another word you pulled your arm back before your fist collided with his face causing him to stumble back. “One, she can decide on her own who she wants to talk to and who she doesn’t wanna talk to. Two, just because there are girls who get more girls than you do that doesn’t mean that they’re disgusting! So if I ever hear you talk about one of us like that again, it will end worse.” Due to the rage inside of you you didn’t notice the crowd forming around you. But in that moment you couldn’t care less, the urge to throw yourself at him was overwhelming.

“Let’s just go, it’s not worth it” Kara pulled on your arm as she talked. You let yourself be dragged away from the crowd, your eyes catching Jenna’s as you did. “I’ll go home. You can drive the truck home later” you spoke out after you calmed down, you felt bad for ruining the girls party. “It’s fine, let’s just go home” she was too nice for her own good, but you could also really use the alone time. “I mean it, it’s okay. Stay a bit, make sure to stay close to Olivia okay? Then you can drive home to mine and we’ll see from then on, enjoy your time here” you laid your hands on her shoulders as you talked. “Okay, thank you” she hugged you tightly before going back inside.

You quickly texted Olivia before slowly making your way home. You were so caught up in your own thoughts and music that you didn’t notice anything happening around you. The events still confused and hurt you, what if she said the same thing to him and the reason she didn’t text back was because she was disgusted by you, or maybe she just wanted to try herself out.

You didn’t come very far, around 1/4 of the way before a hand suddenly grasped your wrist causing you to spin around. “Are you crazy?” You scolded, “it’s dark outside and this isn’t quite the best part of town. Do you know how dangerous it is to walk around alone? Do you know what could have happened to you?!” Jenna’s heart broke as she heard you speak, even after the whole amount of pain she caused you, you still cared for her. It was sad really and it made her sad, you didn’t deserve all that pain.

“I-I couldn’t just let you go like that. Percy didn’t have the right to say what he said. Especially because he was so damn wrong about what he said, I don’t regret kissing you one bit, it was the best decision I’ve made in a loooong while, but I was scared that I overstepped a boundary and I didn’t wanna be hurt so I isolated myself. And the only reason I brought stupid Percy to this stupid party is because I’ve heard that you were going to bring a plus one and I didn’t wanna look stupid but now I do anyway and the only thing I’ve learned is that I’m a really big idiot” she was breathing heavily when she was finally done talking, there were some tears running down her face and her fingers while nervously clawing at the fabric of her cloths. The silence that build between you two scared the girl more than anything had ever done.

“If I see Percy being out of line one more time I won’t promise anything” you said before grabbing the smaller girls waist to pull her close to you until there wasn’t any space between you. She carefully laid her arms on top of your shoulders, one hand on your jaw carefully stroking it with her thumb while your hands gripped her waist. She closed the space between your lips. The kiss got deeper and deeper as she pushed herself closer to you while your hands gripped her waist tightly as if you were scared that she’d disappear again when you let go. “Don’t ever go radio silent on me again ok?” You whispered against her lips before kissing her again. “Never, now let’s go somewhere where we aren’t being watched” you let go of her waist as you pulled out one of your AirPods and gave it to her. “Let’s go then” you told her as you started walking.

Her arm constantly kept brushing yours causing you to feel how cold she was. So you pulled of your jacket and laid it on her shoulder before she suddenly wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled your arm around her shoulder. You chuckled before pulling her closer and making your way to your apartment.

When you arrived you quickly grabbed some sweatpants and hoodies for the both of you to change into before settling down on the couch to watch some Netflix. “You alright darling?” You asked as you noticed Jenna stare into the air, she suddenly started grinning. “I missed you calling me names like darling” she told you which caused you to smile. Cuddling close, you started the TV.

It wasn’t what you expected to happen tonight but it was still great, at least until now

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So this really sucks. I had a stressful couple of weeks but I at least wanted to post something :/

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Wdyt about svt member love language? And how will they do it?

love languages

a deep dive into what seventeen's love languages are

a/n: omg anon i wanna cry you're request is just 🤌,,, also this has been in my drafts FOR AWHILE so it's not perfect T__T

choi seungcheol

recieving : words of affirmation ; giving : giving gifts

being a leader of a fandom and 12 crazy members, it's normal too feel ver pressured that's why he enjoys being given words of affirmation

like after a tough day of work or after an interview this man would just like to hear that he did well :(

as for the giving end, he's not called carats' sugar daddy for nothing ridhdbdhd

he would LOVE to spoil his s/o, i mean he already spoils his members so much, what more his s/o?

yoon jeonghan

receiving : quality time ; giving : acts of service

the members had said before that jeonghan is one of their most caring members but he does it in a lowkey kind of way... that's why i think he would give his s/o acts of service...

i can imagine him being the type of s/o who would do subtle little things, like for example arranging your vanity so it eould be easier for you to get ready in the morning

as for recieving, i think that he would LOVE to spend time with his s/o. he's a veey simple man who just enjoys your company

one of the scenarios i picture is you and him just casually building a lego set together while talking about god knows what

hong jisoo

recieving : acts of service ; giving : words of affirmation & giving gifts

so for the giving part i could not for the life of me choose one so i put both of them there... so idky but joshua just has this comforting aura that would literally validate ur feelings, that settled the woa as for giving gifts, HANDMADE BRACELETS that's all i have to say

if he notices that you'd had a bad day he would give you a gift and smother you with compliments and affirmations to lift up your mood

now, joshua def seems the type of person who keeps their frustrations inside and deal with situations calmly. that could be very draining that's why i think it would be very comforting for him to not worry about certain things since you've done them already

an example of this would be washing the dishes after you guys ate dinner. it was his turn to wash the dishes but you saw how tired he was from dance practice since they had to dance over and over again until all of them got the dance right

wen junhui

recieving: quality time ; giving : acts of service

we all know that jun is one of the quieter members and needs a little push to speak up and interact, that's why i think he would love to recieve quality time from his s/o

i can just imagine him being the happiest when you and him do some sort of activity which ends up with random conversations throughout it i love jun so much i wanna cry

as for how he gives love i have one explanation:IN THE SOOP,,, DID YOU SEE HOW CONSIDERATE THAT MAN WAS TO HOSHI AND HOW HE COOKED HOTPOT FOR THE MEMBERS??? HOW HE DIDN'T ADD PEANUTS BC VERNON WAS ALLERGIC 😭

he would definitely be the type to cook for you just randomly, it wouldn't be an everyday thing ofc but if he sees you're feeling down or in a bad mood you best believe he's in the kitchen making you your favorite food

kwon soonyoung

recieving : quality time ; giving : physical touch

quick little author's note,,, i was so tempted to put words of affirmation on recieving bc he just wants you to say that he's a tiger,,, HELP–

we already know from a few gose eps that hoshi is one of the adventurous people in the group so i think he would really love to have an s/o who would be down to do some "crazy" activities with him

ok but have you seen how touchy he is with his members???? HE DEFINITELY GIVES HIS LOVE THROUGH PHYSICAL TOUCH AND I WILL NOT EXPOUND ON THAT IDEA

also the way he expresses it can be lowkey or extra... lowkey like his thumb rubbing the back of your hand while he's holding it and extra like when he clings onto infront of everyone like a freaking koala!

jeon wonwoo

recieving : quality time ; giving : words of affirmation

now this man is a man of a few words and most likely likes to be left alone doing his own thing, but i promise you he would appreciate just being the same room as you

he would really love reading together in the same room with your legs are on his lap and he's slowly caressing it stopping just to turn the page :((

as for giving i definitely think that it's words of affirmation... I MEAN HAVE YOU SEEN HIS WEVERSE POSTS?!?!??!!

also this man just gives of a really comforting vibe

lee jihoon

recieving : words of affirmation ; giving : giving gifts

THIS MAN IS STRESSED 24/7 he produces all of their songs so having you beside him and saying he's doing great really warms his heart

plus, have you seen how flustered he is when the members themselves give him words of affirmations?! T_T

as for giving, giving gifts = writing songs. no need to go into that.

lee seokmin

recieving : words of affirmation ; giving : physical touch

so first on giving part, have you seen him with his members????

have you seen the pics and clips of him cuddling his members? THAT ONE CLIP OF HIM CARESSING HAO'S FACE AND HAIR WHILE GIVING HIM A KISS?! that's all the explanation needed.

as for the recieving side, i feel like being the sunshine of the group can be very emotionally draining at times, so if he has someone to tell him he did good he would appreciate it

kim mingyu

recieving : words of affirmation ; giving : acts of service & quality time

it's not a secret that he's one if not the most teased members. sometimes the teasing can accidentally get out of hand that he can doubt himself so having someone to constantly ground him and validate and praise him is something that he really loves

as for the giving part, i have two statements for you. and no, i will not be expounding on them.

he's seventeen's resident cook and cleaner.

he's seventeen own personal boyfriend who takes them out on dates.

xu minghao

receiving: quality time ; giving : acts of service

i really believe that hao is the type of person who doesn't express his feelings/love in big gestures but does it in subtle ways

like he would prepare tea for you or help you get ready, those types of things

on the recieving end , i just feel like he would be the type of person who loves getting to know their partner. so he really loves spending quality time

boo seungkwan

recieving : words of affirmation ; giving : acts of service

we all know that this man is talented af and he is also very humble, HAVE YOU SEEN HIM WHEN HE GETS PRAISED??!?!?!

so i think that he would love to rwcieve words of affirmation bc it just boosts his confidence and assures him that he really is talented

as for giving, idrk what to put here but i just put acts of service bc i know that this man would just bicker with you to know end yet take care of you as if you were the most precious thing in this world

s/o: can you please get me a glass of water seungkwan: get it your self lazy *proceeds to go to the kitchen and get you with water along with ice since you like it cold*

chwe hansol

recieving : quality time ; giving ; giving gifts

being with you is enough for vernon, he's not very talkative but he enjoys the silent company that you give him whenever your with him

not to mention how this boy loves movies, so ur guys' quality time would probably movie dates and the like

as for giving gifts, it's now a known fact that vernon gets the members gifts late and just show up with it randomly, so it means that he is the same with his s/o T__T

he would just randomly come ip to you with a gift in hand, giving it to you, then leaving without any explanation

lee chan

recieving : words of affirmation ; giving : acts of service

i think we can all agree that being the maknae or the youngest is really a lot of pressure and pushes us to prove ourselves, the same description can apply to dino

having his special someone validate and affirm him wod really be touching for him

as for giving, again being the youngest he is prone to teasing, whivh leads him not to show affection out on the open with some grand gestures

but nevertheless, he would make you feel loved by small actions by taking care of you with the small things. like taking out the trash and washing the dishes so you could have less things to worry about

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What My World Spins Around

Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader

Summary: You and Wanda are getting married. That's it. That's the whole fic.

Warnings: Alternate Timeline AU, marriage, just fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Hope y'all enjoy it. It might be a little while before my next fic, I've got a lot on my plate.

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You know what you loved more than anything in the world. You loved the twilight in the morning before the day woke up, and being in a beach town with an ocean view, and playing your guitar when the stars came out next to a glowing campfire.

But as soon as you met Wanda Maximoff, all of that got put in the back seat of your mind. Wanda was all you could think about all the time, and you quickly fell in love with her. You began dating, and it was clear that the two of you were soulmates. Soon, you asked her to marry you, and she said yes.

Now, you were standing at the altar waiting for her to walk down the aisle. You turned to look at Natasha, who was officiating the ceremony. She smiled at you before shooting you a subtle thumbs up, making you nervously smile back. Suddenly, the ​​processional song begins to play, and you situate yourself so that your soon-to-be wife could stand in front of you.

As Wanda comes into sight, being walked down the aisle by Pietro, you begin to tear up. You weren’t normally the crying type, but this seemed like an appropriate time to stop holding back your feelings and building walls up. After all, this was the happiest day of your life. Pietro passed her off to you before moving to stand behind you, as he was your best man. You look Wanda over, wiping some of the tears from your eyes at how beautiful she looks. She grabs your face and wipes some of them away for you, making the guests awe. Natasha clears her throat good naturedly, beginning the ceremony.

“When Y/N and Wanda asked me to officiate this wedding, of course I said yes. The two of you are some of the best friends I have had. You’re my family. Now, I remember when the two of you got together. Y/N was a cocky outdoorist with an ego that rivaled Tony’s,” You playfully glared at her which made her laugh. “And Wanda, you were a shy girl with a heart of gold. No one would have guessed how perfect your relationship would be. But Wanda is the only person I have ever seen that has managed to make Y/N flustered and nervous. Now we know that they have the type of relationship that others strive for,” Both you and Wanda smile at her, and she grins back before clapping her hands. “So, I heard that the two of you have prepared your own vows?”

You nod, fumbling around in your suit pocket for the paper that held your vows. Natasha laughed, pointing at you and saying, “See? Nervous and flustered.” The guests laugh and you smile as you finally get the paper out. You clear your throat and try to collect yourself before you begin.

“Well, I finally get it now, when they say when you know, you know. And you, Wanda, you had me from that first hello. Nothing is better than our love, not even Heaven. and until I get there, I'll never get enough of the way that it feels when you lean in and kiss me, the way that you dance when you get a little tipsy. I used to think there was nothing I could love more than the things I did in life, but man, did you blow that out of the water. I love that look in your eye when you catch me staring. I don't even know what it is but now that I found it, I can't imagine myself living without this. Spending every day with you, watching you watch the sun going down, that's what my world spins around.”

As you finish, you wipe the tears out of your eyes once again. Wanda lets out a shaky sigh, and you can hear someone who sounds an awful lot like Scott sobbing in the audience. You glance towards your soon-to-be wife, who is giving you the most loving look you have ever seen. She pulls out her vows, before letting out a teary laugh.

“Whoo, I don’t know how I can top that. You’ve always had a way with words, babe. So I guess what I’ll say is, when I first saw you, you tripped on your face in front of me before popping up and trying to shake my hand while saying you were the Avengers. That’s when I knew that I loved you. I mean, even Pietro knew that we’re soulmates. This is it. This is that great love that only gets seen in movies. I can’t wait to be your wife.”

You grin at her before the two of you look down the aisle at Nathaniel bringing the rings to you. You grab them before kneeling down and pulling him into a hug and sending him over to Clint and Laura.

Natasha wipes away her own tears as subtly as she can before she starts the ring exchange.

“Do you, Y/N, take this Wanda to be your lawfully wedded partner, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?” You nod your head and slide the ring onto Wanda’s finger. “I do.”

“Do you, Wanda, take Y/N to be your lawfully wedded partner, to live together in matrimony, to love them, comfort them, honor and keep them, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?” Wanda grabs your hand and slides your ring onto your finger. “I do.”

Natasha grins at the two of you excitedly, stating, “Well now, by the power vested in me by the state of New York and the internet this morning, I pronounce you married! Y/N, you may kiss the bride.” You waste no time in dipping Wanda back, kissing her passionately.

The guests cheered and then music began to play. The guests made their way to the reception hall, where dinner would be served soon. You and Wanda move towards a more private area so that you can spend your first moments as a married couple alone.

Wanda smiles up at you, and you lean in to press another sweet kiss to her lips. “We did it. We’re actually married.” You grin at her before lifting her up, her wedding dress bunched up in your arms. “I’m so happy. You look so fucking beautiful. We’re married! You’re my wife! This is so unreal.”

Wanda giggles as you spin her around, her hands fitting nicely on the lapels of your suit. “Quite the contrary, love. This is real.” You look down at your now wife with nothing but love in your eyes, looking forward to spending the rest of your life with her.

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20 Questions Game

Thanks for the tag @nodirectionhome-ao3 and @practicecourts

How many works do you have on AO3? Currently at 17

2. What's your total A03 words count? 696,804

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now just Harry Potter

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Maybe Tomorrow: Post War. Harry and Hermione are renovating Potter Manor over Christmas then wake up into a different life. (almost finished!)

Iris: My first story, and the bane of my existence. Hermione flees after the war, five years later she's dragged back in by a dangerous situations. Follows my series Seasons. Hidden child trope, angst fest, long as hell and on hiatus. H/Hr

It Had To Be You: Post war, completed, steamy romcom with some loose inspiration from the film When Harry Met Sally. Co-written with @bettertoflee

Found: A spin off of Iris, and another alternate ending to Seasons. Never thought I would write an OC protagonist, but here we are!

My next highest kudos is another Harmony, but that's boring so going with my highest rated Jily fic which is Plans. It's also more Sirius & Lily focused, takes place right after Harry's born.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try my best! Sometimes I can forget if I'm distracted/dealing with real life stuff. But I am SO grateful for people who take the time to let me know they've read my work.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angtiest ending?

For now probably Spring or Winter in my Seasons Series.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Well seeing as how I struggle to finish anything...I guess the ones that are complete which is It Had To Be You and Home.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yes, so far only in Harmony. It's a huge reason I don't participate in the fandom much and why I moderate comments. Most of it has been concentrated on my stories Iris and Found, but I've also received rude comments on other works including It Had To Be You (which got some very incel type comments, and is the main reason I only allow registered users and block instantly).

9. Do you write smut. If so what kind?

Yes, mostly reluctantly as I still get uncomfortable writing it, but some stories feel incomplete without some. Love reading it though! Not sure what kind means? Like M or E? I would say my smut is relatively tame. I've only written one E rated fic, which was co-written haha.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Nope, can't imagine I ever would.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? No idea! People have asked me, but haven't seen them.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before? Yes! Working on my second collaboration with @bettertoflee. And my story Iris gets so much support from my beta Green_Eyes that it feels like she may as well be a co-writer!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? I've shipped both my fave HP ships since around 2001 when I was a child and they haven't changed even with the dreaded epilogue for Harry and Hermione (I take Unlike a Sister as canon and breathe easier for it), or you know canon for James and Lily (which is why AU is so fun!)

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Ideally I'd like to finish all of them. If I didn't have such a strong editor/beta reader for Iris it would likely stay unfinished. I REALLY struggle with endings at the best of times and that story has a variety of factors that make it difficult for me.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm very hard on myself, so its hard to think of positives. I do think I'm creative, and as someone with ADHD I often think outside the box. I think I have a good ear for dialogue. I've also received compliments on my descriptions/scene writing, as well as for conveying emotions. The thing I do love best about writing is seeing the growth year by year, story by story.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Plotting, getting stuck after the midway point. ADHD brain always wanting to jump to something new. Spelling/Grammar from years of French Immersion. Wordy, though REALLY have worked on this and I do so much slashing and cutting in my editing.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

No strong opinion unless it's constant.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Probably Harry Potter as a child. Although me and a friend wrote a That 70s Show script and posted it on fanfic.net back in middle school haha.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

This is a hard one. I am really proud of Maybe Tomorrow, I put a lot of my heart into it and it's actually complete except for some edits and additional scenes I'm contemplating.

I also really enjoyed writing Plans. And I'm proud of this short micro where I managed to stay under 1000 words!

I think this has made the rounds already! At least for Jily. But will tag;

@bettertoflee @myst867 @glitterwitch1 @riverwriter @runawayminds @annonymouslyblonde

#fanfic writing

[tomodachipersonalitycentral]

Got some more characters for ya!

Lackadaisy

Rocky Rockaby

Freckle

Tylvinian Tales

Luka Mikaelson

Olivia Bo

Kaleb Killian

Child's Play

Chucky

Tiffany

Andy

Sorry if this is a lot but I love these a lot and really wanna know what you think of these folks ^-^

Ooo thank you, I've been really wanting to do Rocky to be honest, and these are fun ones. Let's get to it!

Rocky and Freckle

Rocky is a surprisingly tricky one. You think it'd be easy, but there's an argument for why Rocky could fit in almost every category. Let me show you what I mean.

Outgoing: Comfortable in almost any situation, and makes new connections easily.

Well, I wouldn't say he makes new connections easily as most people find him odd, but he is comfortable in pretty much every situation. I mean, the comic starts with him remaining ever the wise crack despite being nailed to a literal railroad.

Easygoing: Does things at his/her/their own pace in a genuinely honest and kind manner.

Rocky does go to the beat of his own drum, and he is honest with what he does. Kind? Arguably not always in retrospect, but in his own head it's clear he thinks he's helping (like his situation with Freckle).

Confident: Tackles any challenge head-on, and has great faith in his/her/their own abilities.

This is the only one that doesn't really fit Rocky. He constantly doubts his own abilities and he doesn't always tackle things head on (even if he'd like to).

Independent: Comfortable doing his/her/their own thing and thinking outside the box.

Rocky is more independent than he looks and absolutely is an out the box thinker, which usually ends up isolating him.

However, I think personalities from Easygoing and Independent have the most potential for fitting Rocky the best, so I'll tackle potential personalities from both of them.

Optimist: Positive, enthusiastic, and always beaming. He/she/they smiles not only for himself/herself/themselves but to make sure everyone else has a good time too.

Rocky certainly puts on the performance of the optimist, but, he often shows he doesn't truly feel that way and is a lot darker than that, so I think it's fair to say this one does not match.

Dreamer: Idealistic and romantic. Often has his/her/their head in the clouds...but also comes up with a lot of great ideas as a result.

Rocky certainly is idealistic and romantic, and he certainly comes up with great ideas as a result. But he also is a bit more grounded than constantly having his head in the clouds, working towards his dreams instead of just dreaming, so no.

Artist: Imaginative and inspired. Happiest when creating something. Able to find beauty in everyone and everything around him/her/them.

Rocky loves creating, but I wouldn't say he sees the beauty in everyone and everything, if anything he is quite negatively poetic when he dislikes someone.

Free Spirit: Unique, carefree, and creative. Laid back and does things his/her/their own way. Self-reliant and always thinking way outside the box.

Rocky is the prime example of what it means to be a Free Spirit. He doesn't care about literal or social laws, and he lives his life the way he sees fit even when other's don't understand. He often relies on himself, or sometimes his ability to convince others which still ultimately comes from attempting to make things work with his skillset, and thinks so outside the box it's kind of terrifying.

Therefore, I think Independent Free Spirit suits Rocky the best.

Freckle, in comparison, is a lot easier. He's pretty much the definition of an Easygoing Buddy:

Does things at his/her/their own pace in a genuinely honest and kind manner. Trustworthy and considerate. Puts his/her/their friends first, and works hard to make sure everyone gets along with each other.

Freckle is constantly trying to manage conflict between Rocky/Ivy and others, he goes along with Rocky's plans because Rocky asked for his help, and he does everything in his power to protect both of them. He might have a wild side but, deep down, Freckle does want to be honest and kind in everything he does, and that comes from his drive to help others.

Luka and Olivia

I'd say Luka is the same type as Freckle (Easygoing Buddy), though for different reasons:

Does things at his/her/their own pace in a genuinely honest and kind manner. Trustworthy and considerate. Puts his/her/their friends first, and works hard to make sure everyone gets along with each other.

Luka has a good heart and, therefore, he wants to spread love to the people he interacts with, and especially the children he helps take care of. He is literally their mediator, which is 100% Buddy material, I can not see any other personality for him.

Olivia is a lot harder, since I don't know that much about her. Based off what I do know, Easygoing Softie:

Does things at his/her/their own pace in a genuinely honest and kind manner. Sensitive, emotional, and very in tune with the feelings of those around him/her/them. Highly empathetic, and also quite sentimental.

Kaleb Killian

So, remember when I said the language for Go-Getter sounded too harsh for Davina? Yeah well, we're getting back to that now. So, Confident Go-Getter:

Tackles any challenge head-on, and has great faith in his/her/their own abilities. A determined self-starter. Cuts his/her/their own path in life, and doesn't let anything stand in his/her/their way. Quick at turning plans into action.

The difficulty with villains is Tomodachi Life doesn't really have a personality for "sneaky people that do sneaky things" so the idea Kaleb faces his issues directly head on isn't fully the case when he's such a manipulator. But the rest, faith in his abilities and the personality itself rings true.

Kaleb isn't afraid to cut his own path, doing whatever is necessary to get the results he wants or needs. I doubt he hesitates to put his plans into action either.

Therefore he is a Confident Go-Getter.

Chucky and Tiffany

Chucky is really difficult because, similar to Kaleb there isn't really any personality perfectly befitting of "evil stabby person".

If I had to classify him as anything, it'd be between Outgoing Leader and Confident Go-Getter, and Confident Go-Getter also wins for Chucky:

Tackles any challenge head-on, and has great faith in his/her/their own abilities. A determined self-starter. Cuts his/her/their own path in life, and doesn't let anything stand in his/her/their way. Quick at turning plans into action.

Chucky would have literally murdered a child to get a body again if he'd had his way, enough said.

It might sound strange, but I'd classify Tiffany as an Easygoing Dreamer in the worst of ways:

Does things at his/her/their own pace in a genuinely honest and kind manner. Idealistic and romantic. Often has his/her/their head in the clouds...but also comes up with a lot of great ideas as a result.

So many of the things she does because she's a romantic, and she's typically nicer than Chucky because of this. Replace great ideas with terrifying ones though.

Andy

This one is also tricky because I'm mostly familiar with Andy as a child, and adult Andy kind of confuses me. But I think it's safe to say Confident Adventurer fits quite well:

Tackles any challenge head-on, and has great faith in her/his/their own abilities. Risk taking and ambitious. Full of energy, and does almost everything on a whim. Once started, nobody can stop her!

He rarely cowers in fear of anything, in the second movie he even tried to kill Chucky himself. If Chucky is around to be killed, he'll go for it.

#tomotyping #tw murder mention

[leonsrightlations]

The Earth is Online Chapter 12

The big mole ground its sharp claws against the head of the enormous match. With a snap, a spark flickered on the scarlet match head. Quickly, a flaming blaze engulfed the entire match. The big mole placed the match on the ground and used its long claws to grab the huge turkey and place it on the flame to roast.

Lin Qiao went to the corner to help the chef up. She raised her head and said, “He’s okay, just unconscious.”

Tang Mo and Li Wen helped Li Bin up.

Aside from the chef who was unconscious and wouldn’t wake up, the six remaining people sat to one side, far away from the big mole.

However, the underground cavern was only so big. Even if they sat as far away as possible, the crackling sound of the burning match and the appetizing, enticing scent of turkey both unavoidably drifted over.

Bright grease flowed little by little from the turkey meat, dripping at last into the raging flame. Tang Mo had never smelled such an enticing scent before. No seasoning had been used at all. It was purely turkey roasted over a match. The appetizing scent unique to meat drilled into all of their nostrils.

The giant match illuminated the cavern, allowing everyone to see that turkey even more clearly. It was scorched a glossy yellow color, the outside skin a bit charred. As a result of the crackling flame, the outer skin was roasted even more wrinkled and crisp. Even if they were unable to put it in their mouths, they could all imagine how delicious it was.

Everybody swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The match burned to ashes and the turkey was already roasted. The big mole sat cross-legged on the ground, its small eyes gleaming. Those sharp claws and massive, pointed teeth suppressed the urge of the six people to snatch the turkey. From a distance, Tang Mo watched the big mole take a bite of turkey. The instant it ate the turkey, its expression turned incomparably soft.

“Turkey that has been roasted using Mosaic’s match really is the most delicious thing in the world. I’ve never told anyone this. This is the happiest Thanksgiving Day I’ve ever had.”

The big mole used its teeth to tear at the turkey meat, paying absolutely no attention to those humans who sat in the distance, continuously gulping saliva.

With the mole like this, Tang Mo and the others had no way to complain. The six people were still clear-headed. Among them, Tang Mo could be counted as having the highest combat power. But even if it was him and he did his best to make use of that cheap book, in this situation of having only collected one ability, if he used his ability to unleash a sneak attack, it could be blocked by the other party’s claw. He’d also been robbed of the match to be used as fuel to roast the turkey.

The big mole’s facial expression was full of pleasure. Six people’s stomachs rumbled loudly.

After the big mole ate a drumstick, its mood seemed joyful. Biting into the other drumstick, it mumbled, “Why do you have Mosaic’s match?”

Suddenly being questioned by the other, Tang Mo was a little startled. Calmly, he said, “Previously…I unfortunately met her once.”

The big mole “oh’d” once. “Did Xiao Mosaic commit arson or murder this time? Actually, she’s an obedient, sensible little girl. Her hobbies are just a bit special. You must also feel that she’s very cute, right?”

Tang Mo: “...” To sum up, this felt like a life-threatening question.

Between his small life and his conscience, Tang Mo ruthlessly picked the former.

“She’s really very cute,” he said with a wooden face.

The big mole nodded. “She is. She’s as cute as me.”

Tang Mo: “...”

Everyone: “...”

Whatever makes you happy.

The big mole finished eating the other drumstick and began to eat a wing. It moved extremely quickly. Almost in the blink of an eye, its sharp claws picked out the wing bone. Tang Mo’s pupils shrank. According to this speed, it absolutely should be as easy as turning over a hand [1] for the big mole to kill the seven of them. Then, when it had been struggling for a while just now, don’t tell me…it was playing?

The big mole dim-wittedly ate the turkey, unaware that Tang Mo had been thinking about it and that his whole body was on guard. On one side, it ate meat. On the other side, it vaguely said, “This time I really must thank you for the match. Mosaic’s match is the best fuel for roasting turkey, but this little girl isn’t sensible. She says she needs the match to set fires and is never willing to give me one.”

Tang Mo reminded, “Just now, you said she was an obedient and sensible little girl.”

The big mole touched its head. “I said that? I don’t remember.” It quickly changed the subject. “To speak according to common sense, you guys shouldn’t be attacking the tower at this time. Mosaic’s match is very good to use as a weapon. It can accompany you to survive the second floor. It’s also barely enough to cope with those disgusting bugs on the third floor. I’m really lucky, ah. Meeting all of you sooner means I get to enjoy my turkey sooner. Ah, praise to the Black Tower! Happy Thanksgiving!”

Tang Mo was watching the big mole carefully when, suddenly, his hand was lightly bumped by someone else. He turned to look. Luo Fengcheng mouthed: Question it. [2]

Tang Mo had already intended to do so. Taking advantage of the opportunity made by the big mole’s good mood, he casually questioned, “We shouldn’t be attacking the tower at this time?”

The big mole ate meat and nodded, “With your current level, how many of you have awakened abilities? If this was the first floor’s normal mode, all of you would die the moment you entered, to the point where you can’t even get to my cave. Those earthworms [3] up there could just bite you all to death.”

Luo Fengcheng grabbed onto the keywords. “Ability? Normal mode?”

The big mole only answered the last question. “That’s right. Aren’t you all playing idiot mode right now?”

The idiots: “...”

Indeed, it seemed that the Black Tower had said at the start that this was the first floor’s idiot mode…

The turkey had already been half-eaten. Tang Mo glanced at its remains. Even though he wanted to know more about the subject of abilities, right now he had something even more important that he wanted to know.

“Mole…Uncle Mole, in the end, what is attacking the tower?”

“Attacking the tower is attacking the tower. You all currently can’t attack the tower. It’s only because a stowaway reached the level of attacking the tower that all of you were forcibly pulled into the game by him.” Its voice suddenly paused, and the big mole lapped at the grease on its claws. “Hey, shouldn’t I also be grateful to that stowaway? If not for him opening the game in advance, none of you could have entered. If you guys couldn’t enter, I also couldn’t eat such a delicious turkey. But he’s a stowaway…”

Tang Mo asked, “What’s a stowaway?”

The big mole suddenly raised its head, a gleam flashing through its eyes.

“A stowaway is someone who didn’t participate in a Black Tower game but used some other method to log into the Black Tower. They are all the most hateful, vile people. If I can grab one and eat them up, I can get formidable power. I like to eat stowaways the most. Their meat is both savory and tender. Additionally, they contain formidable power. Every single stowaway possesses an ability!”

The six people exchanged glances. Even the young woman, the youngest of them, understood that ‘people who have logged into the Black Tower’ probably referred to them who had survived and hadn’t disappeared.

Hearing this, Tang Mo’s scalp felt numb, but he still maintained his calm.

“Then what method did they use to log into the Black Tower?”

The big mole’s teeth rubbed up and down, creating an ear-piercing sound. “Altogether, there are three ways to enter the Black Tower. The three ways result in three kinds of identities - official players, reserve players, and stowaways. Official players are those who participated in a Black Tower game within three days, gained victory, and obtained the Black Tower’s official recognition. 

“Reserve players are those who didn’t participate in a Black Tower game in three days, but participated in another game and also obtained a certain degree of the Black Tower’s approval. Reserve players only need to win a Black Tower game later on to be promoted to official players.

“Finally, we still have them, my favorite stowaways…”

The big mole swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

“Stowaways are those who, within those three days, eliminated another player by committing a crime. [4] Before the game officially started, every human being was a hidden player. By eliminating at least one hidden player, you could log into the Black Tower. The elimination method…” The big mole raised those tiny, shrewd eyes, “...was not at all limited to playing a game. Committing a crime is also ‘eliminating a player,’ you know.”

Tang Mo’s heart fiercely clutched once before he quickly resumed tranquility.

He recalled the first stowaway he had met.

Qian Sankun, that thief. Tang Mo originally thought that the two of them were the same, that they had experienced a bizarre game and finally survived as the victor. In that ability book, Qian Sankun’s name had the word “stowaway” after it. Tang Mo had never understood it, but he hadn’t thought it had this kind of meaning…

The big mole began to eat the turkey’s breast meat. As it crunched and bit, it vaguely said, “What a pity that stowaway didn’t come to my place, or I could eat him… A stowaway capable of opening the tower attack game this soon should be so delicious! If I eat him, I can get some power!”

The big mole regretfully said, “Every official player and stowaway definitely has awakened an ability. The probability of a reserve player awakening an ability is a little lower… I really want to eat up that stowaway, ah…”

The big mole again swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Tang Mo and the others didn’t dare imagine the scene of living people being eaten, but what the big mole had said just now already gave them a distinct outline of the world of the Black Tower.

Only four hundred million people survived in the whole world. They were divided into three types - official players, reserve players, and stowaways. Reserve players might possess an ability, while official players and stowaways definitely did. Tang Mo was one such official player, possessing that cheap book. Qian Sankun was one such stowaway, possessing the ability to store items in his body.

At the moment, they had no idea what proportion of the three types of players was higher. It might be official players and it might be reserve players. But it was absolutely not possible for it to be stowaways.

Even if the scope was extended to the whole world, those who had committed a crime in those three days’ time couldn’t exceed ten million.

If the stowaways were few in number, then were there more official players or reserve players?

Tang Mo inexplicably felt that it was possible the official players like him were also fewer in number. At least among the seven of them, there were four who definitely hadn’t participated in a Black Tower game.

The big mole began to eat the last bit of breast meat. “It really is a pity. Has that stowaway who opened the tower attack game already been swallowed whole? [5] Why didn’t he come to my place? Such a delicious stowaway… I really want to eat one, too…”

Finished eating the last mouthful of turkey, the big, full-to-bursting mole rubbed its plump belly. The aroma of turkey still permeated the air. Everyone sucked in a few mouthfuls, consoling themselves by smelling the turkey’s scent.

The big mole was no exception. It used its scarlet nose to sniff unceasingly at the air.

Gradually, the aroma of turkey dissipated.

A clear childlike voice sounded in the ears of Tang Mo and the others -

[Ding dong! Completed the side mission: Roast a turkey for the cute Uncle Mole.]

Everyone simultaneously released a breath of air.

Right at that moment, they heard a weird, sharp laugh. The big mole opened its tiny eyes wide and its shrewd, piercing gaze swept over everyone present. It gurgled as it laughed, and nobody knew why it was making such a monstrous noise.

The sound was like fingernails scraping on glass, giving everyone goosebumps and making the hairs all over their body stand on end.

Then everyone heard it use an excited and oppressive voice to say, “What did I find? Just now it was concealed by the turkey’s scent. Unexpectedly, I only now noticed that among your group of seven humans, there are two official players, four reserve players…and one stowaway! My Black Tower, why are you so good to me today? I'm going to eat this stowaway! I'm going to eat them! [6] Happy Thanksgiving!”

[Ding dong! The second side mission has been triggered: Find that damn stowaway!]

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Character Refresher:

Li Bin (李彬), 29, male, works at a PR firm.

Peng Yu Wen (彭玉雯), 18, female, first year of university. Small, looks like a junior high student.

Tang Mo (唐陌), 23, male, librarian. Our protagonist! :D

Li Wen (黎文), 25, male, unemployed. A foolishly sweet second generation whose Maserati is now destroyed.

Lin Qiao (林巧), 20, female, university student.

Zhao Xiang (赵翔), 32, male, former chef. Spent this chapter unconscious. (x_x)

Luo Fengcheng (洛风城), 28, game designer. Wears glasses and looks refined.

Uncle Mole (鼹鼠叔叔), a cute mole with a big appetite. ^_^

Translation Notes:

[1] 易如反掌 - idiom literally meaning as easy as turning a hand, the closest English equivalent would be “as easy as lifting a finger.”

[2] What he actually mouths is 套话 (taohua) which is like to sneakily get information out of someone. That’s an unreasonably long sentence to mouth in English, so I tried to shorten it as much as possible…

[3] This is inconsequential, but I got unreasonably excited about it. The specific word he uses for earthworm is 地龙 (dilong) which literally means ‘earth dragon’ in simplified Chinese. On the other hand, a mole is 土竜 (mogura) in Japanese, which literally means ‘dirt dragon.’ They are brothers……………….

[4] That is to say, they killed another player. I have a hard time figuring out if this is a change from the original to the print version or if the word 犯罪 just has an embedded euphemistic meaning. It literally means to commit a crime. I don’t know why it wouldn’t just directly say ‘killing’ since the text definitely hasn’t shied away from that before. *shrugs*

[5] I’m not sure if this is a joke or not but Uncle Mole seems to be misusing/literally applying an idiom (生吞活剥, to swallow whole) that means…to thoughtlessly/mechanically regurgitate knowledge. Like quoting someone famous out of context. Or like…misusing an idiom………. My grasp of the language is super not strong enough to definitively say if this is the right interpretation of this line or not. ._. But it’s kind of funny if so.

[6] Masculine 他 is used here, which is the default for when you don't know someone's gender. I’m going to use ‘them’ to refer to the stowaway in the cave from this point onward, because their identity (and gender) is unknown.

Lesser translation note: I had a hard time writing out an explanation for the specific grammar point that I struggle with so I will just show you a venn diagram of the problem instead:

(If you snitch on me to my sensei about my sloppy msp character writing with a mouse you are banned forever from my heart.)

In this sentence, the word 要 is used, which I translate as ‘I’m going to’ because in English it has the same kind of sense of ‘intending/desiring to do something strongly but without the certainty of a scheduled event.’ Like there’s a difference between ‘I will go there now *goes there now*’ and ‘I’m gonna beat the crap out of him *merely desires to beat the crap out of him; may not actually beat the crap out of him*.’ Anyway, this is a problem that plagues me eternally, not just here, but I thought I’d mention it. (And don’t even get me started on ‘can’ vs. ‘may.’)

Sorry for the late chapter!!! Hopefully it won't happen again but also my life is at a bit of a crossroads atm so there's a high chance I may have to do a brief, planned hiatus at some point in the coming months.

#the earth is online #地球上线 #mo chen huan #translation #danmei #teio #12

[dojae-huh]

Hello Huh nim....how is your weekend....it is going to be a long post!!

Consider me one of the happiest follower of your blog who started to believe in jaedo after reading your blog...want to knw how funny was my situation? I was a dotae shipper (still I get butterflies from their moments..that much I treasured them...and still but as best friends) and always look for their moments where only I can see jae interrupts them...even during concerts when jaedo hand holds instead of dotae then I skip that part....but after reading and understand every little thing about jaedo I went and checked every handholding moments of jaedo during concerts!!!hahaha

Between jae and do I am more into jae becoz even just by observing his actions we can get how much he is whipped for do...ofcrs do loves him but it is hard to differentiate from the love he gave to others..dy loves and show his affection to evryone even to jae there are times when he purely adore him as his little brother..that is the mother instinct in him..okayy...I agree..considering that way jae is more of a romantic person who can easily show the world that dy is his only by his actions!! But he is more matured now and can keep his poker face even the world is collapsing....recently I think do got more brave and being very clingy but still gets shy!!! I want to knw when he is going to stop being shy....but deeper in my heart i likes it too...when dy gets shy it is kinda cute!!

I think You started this blog during nct 127 debut?? So most of the questions about jae and his jealousy , obsession towards do and your view about it according to that period too... like pushover and puppy jae who want to follow a smart nerdy like dy...his jealousy and obsession during that time one thing that every onesided love who even got rejected once have...what about now...jae is more matured and not a pushover anymore...and i think more successful than dy and also have lots more fanbase than dy too...he is good at controlling his affection to dy where he shows more into others...actually my doubt is in one of ur old ask one asked what are the chances of jaedo's breakup and you replied like yes they can part ways but mayb jae is more into monogamy thing so he wont let go of dy that easily..but that's is 3or 4 years ago...now is very different...do you think jae still has that obsession ( you also said by obsession you meant it is difficult for jae to social interact so he value dy more than others) and now he is acting on movies which is going to a big hit I wish and going to interact with lot of people etc...so would that change anything?? I even started to think that what if dy want to stay and jae wants to leave?? I cant even imagine!!!! I think i am the one who is obsessed with them...and I knw it is a big fool of me to ask about their relationship status and their future...hahah!!!..but I believe you would have a clear insight on this as you are a great observer...and I like to read whatever you write so feel free to share your thought on this...thankyou...have a nice day...

I played with death this weekend... heh. I mean, I handled an animal that could easily end my life (it was a controlled situation, no worries).

You seem to be a person who likes romance, you say you enjoy the ship a lot these days, then why are you in a hurry to spoil your fun with thoughts and questions about possible negative future? Will you even follow JaeDo in a few years to see how they will change? If you think that me assuring you that JaeDo won't break up will help you to feel secure and continue to ship with ease, it won't help. With a mindsend of worry for the future any small dating rumour or other Do-/Jae- ship looking more "real" will cloud your day.

I answered your main question before, so I'll be brief. For JaeDo to break up they need to become different from today people. Something profound should happen to change their view on things and change their circumstances. Both of them are monogamous people to think cheating is OK to turn their relationship in that full of lies, and both of them need emotional support, a safe harbour, to get much more out of a partnership than just sex, i.e. they both have incentive to work on maintaining it. Other people they meet might be handsome and nice but they won't have the history and the deep understanding of Jae's/Do's character and position.

As of now, Jaehyun is not more successful than Doyoung. Jae has more fans as an NCT member and, seemingly (we don't really know), a better brand deal, on the other hand, Do has awards and three additional professional paths (MC, OST singer, variety host). They are nobody as actors, and haven't started their solo singer careers.

[windupsanson]

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon (Let me enjoy how you see Guydelot and Sanson older together! :D )

Hi, thank you for sending this, I’m late here and trying to distract myself so not the best but let’s see what I can do ^^

Will be reblogging to right blog so sorry people seeing it double.

For this one I’m going stay more in canon and with Guydelot and Sanson together as a monogamous couple instead of my normal au and wol ot3.

I like to believe they will live together for life but probably won’t make any serious commitment to it for a long time, more like settling into a routine with both wondering how long it will last but both also realizing that they are happier like that but too stubborn to admit it.

The fact they work together and have different priorities will add conflicts to them, maybe they will need some time apart to realize they are really best combined.

Guydelot will probably have a bigger shock since he likes keeping himself a free soul not bound by others and responsibilities whether work or relationships, he takes things seriously of course but he seems to put great value on his freedom. I’m inspired by others who wrote this but I can imagine Guydelot leaving to learn more about the world and even music and Sanson staying behind in Gridania, maybe they will agree that is a distant relationship for a travel or maybe they will consider breaking up thinking it’s for the best but neither will actually try other relationships and Sanson will focus on his duties which I sort of see and hope will give him more authority and a better position, perhaps first like Vorsaile and I hope later more since I just can’t give up on Adders reform. He will probably be a worse workaholic during Guydelot absence. Guydelot will try to forget his work, focusing on meeting new places and musics, he will probably have a voice in the back of his head telling him to learn stuff too and not just waste away his time, he will sing to others and enjoy being carefree while being more nostalgic without admitting why at first.

Eventually Guydelot will return to Gridania only to find Sanson still doing much the same things and worry like he always does if he is getting enough rest and going home, they will talk with friendliness but hurt feelings especially Sanson insecurities about Guydelot leaving even if he told himself several times that he was fine with it and understood it was just like Guydelot to do this and good for his bard skills he probably learned a lot and Guydelot will try to just joke and maybe they will even start bickering like before but it will be heavy for awhile, eventually they will fight over it, stop talking to each other and avoid one another until Guydelot decides to use his music to help people and Sanson will obviously support that and they will talk again, Sanson will loose his temper and say what he actually thinks about Guydelot leaving and how he hoped what they had mattered more and Guydelot will loose his temper and argue that he also thought that it mattered more and Sanson could have told him not to go or even go with him. Communication skills are never this pair strong skills of course, it’s going to be a big argument but both can finally stop assuming everything, stop pretending, finally just talk and decide that they are going to just stay together because that’s the happiest they have been.

Eventually they will notice how ridiculous they are both being and just accept they are in love with one another and that things were better when they were together and so they will return to the same routine but having learned more.

I think if everything goes peacefully one day Guydelot will be smart enough to finish plans I headcanon he considered because of the Nourval situation, he almost lost Sanson once and now after being apart again and having a serious fight after breaking up that will give him courage and he will ask for a more serious commitment, he won’t make it sound like a big deal just a practical thing for the situation, they decided to stay together forever after fighting right? So why not just confirm with a marriage/eternal bonding? It’s also totally possible this never happens but I just want them to be something official.

Sanson will always be connected to the bards of Gridania even when he stops going to battle fields and Guydelot experience will make them work together again, although Sanson will have other responsibilities too he will make sure to stay connected to the bards and being the one who started the first unit there won’t be any issues, he will have more of an office job at first but he is not someone to be content with that and likes seeing things for himself, not trusting the Adders company has become a habit, Guydelot opinions always being valid will keep them more combined than both thought they would be at work, they will eventually have to make rules to separate work from home and decide to forbid the topic off duty, a real challenge for Sanson.

At least until we can get Serpent Marshal Smyth in place.

During their time off they will be the kind of couple who enjoy doing their own things but together, exchanging comments but not minding the quietness either. Being more a couple to show their feelings in small ways, leading a more quiet life with the years, still arguing over little things but smiling at each other at the end.

Happy that as soldiers they have so much time to enjoy each other’s company when they know how easily that could have changed and almost did.

#Sanson #Guydelot #behold an ask #guydelot thildonnet #sanson smyth #bard otp

[ikeepwatchinghelicopters]

How about a modern AU where Napoleon is an investigative journalist and Illya is a homicide detective? They meet at a crime scene and Napoleon pesters Illya for information. Plus, he's attracted to Illya, so he uses his contacts and skills to find out more about Illya and he also bothers him throughout the murder investigation under the pretense of gathering info for his article. Illya uses his access to the police database and such to find out more about Napoleon too, so the next time they meet face-to-face they can have their little I-dug-up-painful-looking-things-from-your-life-to-rile-you-up-with-them chat. Though I imagine Illya wouldn't end up flipping a table, because he's better at managing his anger than in canon.

Over the course of the next few months, they keep bumping into each other (and maybe later deliberately meeting to exchange info or something). Illya reads Napoleons articles, criticises them and complains about them to Napoleon (but he keeps reading them anyway). Napoleon goes to Illya to obtain information about whatever case he's currently interested in, even though they are both well aware that Napoleon could charm (or sleep) his way to much better sources than a big, grumpy, reluctant Russian. Napoleon also has a habit of sticking his nose where it doesn't belong and it puts him in some dangerous situations. Illya is very angry every time he hears Napoleon put himself in danger.

A serial killer (uncle Rudi could totally be the serial killer) starts murdering people and Illya gets put in charge of the investigation. Napoleon naturally wants to write articles about the serial killer, so he sticks close to Illya and also does his own investigation (and if he finds something of interest, he passes it along to Illya). The serial killer notices Napoleon and decides that he's a threat and has to be eliminated. Either he sends a death threat to Napoleon or he attempts to kidnap/kill him, but Napoleon manages to escape alive (maybe he also served in the military for a bit in this AU, so he has self-defense training). Either way, it becomes clear to everyone that Napoleon is supposed to be the next victim, so he gets police protection. Illya takes the shifts which consist of looking after Napoleon quite frequently. I imagine that the whole time, Napoleon acts like he's totally unconcerned and jokes about the situation, but on the inside, he's feeling a bit scared and unsettled. Then, when Illya is not on the shift protecting Napoleon, serial killer Rudi manages to kidnap him. He doesn't kill him right away, because he wants to get in some torture first. Illya then rescues Napoleon, of course, and we get some nice hurt and comfort.

As for the others, I think Victoria could be Napoleon's co-worker. She'd never look like she works very hard, but she'd still get the best scoops and she'd have so many contacts and favours to call in that she could get her hands on basically any info. Napoleon doesn't like her very much, not only because sometimes her ways are kind of morally dubious and illegal (not that he's never done anything illegal for his job, but he's trying to be better since he's met Illya). I'm kind of torn about Waverly, because he could be Napoleon's boss (with Oleg being Illya's) or he could be Illya's boss (with Sanders being Napoleon's). I cannot decide which one I like more, so I would be the happiest if he could be a boss to both of them. He could probably pull it off, lol. Like, he'd be a high ranking police officer (I have no idea how police hierarchy works, but you know what I mean) and that's the job he'd show up for daily, but he'd also be a shadow chief editor of the newspaper Napoleon writes for. Like, he'd be in charge, but he'd never physically be in the office (and no one actually knows what he looks like and maybe he'd be using a fake name too), but he'd have a stand-in (Gaby, Sanders or OC) who updates him on what's going on and then carries out Waverly's intructions. If it were Gaby, I think she'd know Waverly's true indentity.

But I also have other possible ideas for Gaby. She could be Illya's co-worker, of course. It would be convenient, because it's not like Illya can investigate murders on his own. Maybe their third teammate could be Alexander Vinciguerra (not yet married to Victoria, probably) and he'd keep hitting on Gaby. And in this setting, Gaby'd also get to spend time with Napoleon while she's the one guarding him. Additionally, it could provide extra angst if Napoleon was taken while she was on protecting duty. But it could also be fun if Gaby was working in the morgue and doing autopsies on the victims of Illya's cases. I imagine that Illya is already used to seeing dead bodies, so when he visits Gaby in the morgue, he's not fazed by whatever is happening on her table. But when he takes Napoleon with him for the first time, the journalist turns worringly green when he sees Gaby taking a brain out of the head and weighing it. I think Illya'd be kind of amused by Napoleon's reaction and he'd add one point for himself to the tally he's keeping in his head about who's more competent and cool between the two of them.

#tmfu #napoleon solo #illya kuryakin #gaby teller #alexander waverly #au idea #as always #feel free to adopt the au #this got long again somehow #sorry i guess #napollya

[noxiatoxia]

been thinking about emotional hurt/comfort with hikakao recently. even though its been brought up a few times,, idk its my favorite. mostly because i feel like they know each other better than anyone. so they know exactly how to make each other feel better

i need to think of a scenario for this. idk. something really sweet and cuddly bc imagine hikaru finds kaoru crying, hed sit next to him and hug/comfort him and literally wouldn't leave his side until he felt better. or the other way around,, hikaru would be kind of ashamed he was even crying at all but kaoru would hold him close to his chest and hikaru would feel safe enough to just cry openly into his shoulder..:(

the twins having each other as their safe space is literally so sweet to me gghffgjdjdjdndn,, they grew up only ever being vulnerable with each other so they know each other best and are only 100% open with one another. just ,, idk. just love that about them

ALSO i saw ur post abt them baing gamers and SO TRUE!!!! the hitachiin twins play minecraft multiplayer every single day together (real)

no but actually i think they bonded a lot over video games, as it seemed to be a main hobby of theirs before the host club. i imagine younger them snuggled under the blankets in bed when its really late, taking turns playing their little gameboy thing. or building themselves a little fort around them and their game console/monitor and playing on that,, multiplayer or just taking turns playing levels on any game. staying up all night with like. soda and chips and stuff. really unhealthy but they're middle school boys so basically living the dream

I BET they have a minecraft world together that they've been carefully cultivating for years. and one night in middle school they stayed up all night in a situation like i said before, and beat the ender dragon. both of them remember it as like one of the happiest days of their lives. nerds

to this day they still take care of that minecraft world. kaoru has 2 dogs and 3 cats, maybe a parrot. hikaru has about a million dogs

idc that technically that conflicts with the actual time ohshc was made . do Not care

middle school hitachiin twins would fucking combust into flames finding out about the nintendo switch

HII!!! Sorry it took me so long to get to this I've been genuinely thinking about it,,

i LOVE the hurt/comfort potential with those two esp with them being each other's safe space/lifeline. Hikaru of course, whenever Kaoru's feeling down, will literally move heaven and earth to make him feel better again. Although I can imagine in their HS years, Kaoru's emotions becoming more complicated, Hikaru finds it harder to truly cheer Kaoru up like he used to (bc the boy is fucking clinically depressed cough fucking cough) and that starts to worry him a lot. He does everything he can think of, but Kaoru will always have those moments where he just needs time to snap out of it... Hikaru's efforts are always appreciated tho.

Also, I imagine Hikaru, as he gets older, cries less. Not bc he's less emotional, far from it, but bc he hates feeling vulnerable with himself & he hates to worry Kaoru over what he feels are minuscule issues. But oh man... I can't think of a scenario that could happen that would like, set him off, but I'm simply imagining Hikaru letting out guttural sobs prob from trying so hard to hold them back, and it's loud and violent and Kaoru is honestly just shocked bc it's been a long time since he's seen his brother anything like this before... like he's crying so hard Kaoru is afraid Hikaru will make himself sick and he holds him, patting his back and trying to calm him down. It's hard to get him to calm down to a point where he's breathing stably but Kaoru does. Thankfully, though just as worried and heartbroken as Hikaru would be in the reverse situation, Kaoru is much more outwardly calm and collected, which helps calm Hikaru down. Also, related, I think when either twins are upset/depressed they cope differently. Hikaru prefers to talk about it while Kaoru prefers to be distracted from it, hence why Hikaru tends to try to cheer him up with movies and stories and Kaoru talks to Hikaru in hushed voices asking him what's wrong.

NOT SO SUBTLE SEGWAY INTO THE OTHER THING.... REAL AND TRUE. THEYRE GAMERS YOUR HONOR

I actually have So many thoughts on this. They play the GBA SP in the anime, so I like to think Kaoru played the fucking... Cinderella GBA game.... like all the time... BTW I actually PLAYED that game in call with a friend once. Beat the whole thing in less than 30 minutes. It uh isn't very like. good but it isn't bad?? I think Kaoru would like it bc it's simple and easy to play it's like a stress ball in the form of a game. Hikaru will lose his damn mind if he has to hear the shitty BG music from that godforsaken game ONE MORE TIME.

Otherwise (and dw I don't care for canon timeline either) I do think they play mostly multi-player bc, duh. I wonder if they would share one pokemon cart and play together or have two... my heart says one but i'd love for them to have two so they can battle together and stuff. But tbh they are more the type to face other people together, not each other. So I think they shared one cart - Soul Silver, for example - and would just play together. Like, Hikaru would be playing, and Kaoru would sit next to him with his head on his shoulder. They'd decide together which Pokemon to catch and what to name them and so and so. They always named their saves smth silly like "Hikaoru" bc it's both their game. And then they'd wi-fi fight other trainers... with Hikaru's ideas & Kaoru's technician they prob put together some good competitive teams (and then got bored they always won...)

MINECRAFT is a fun one bc they have a system. Hikaru gets the materials & Kaoru will build. And ofc they always put their minecraft beds together (😳😳) the only things they really don't share are the pets... Kaoru is faithful and has 2 dogs (named after cinderella and the prince) and 3 cats (named after the mice) and 1 parrot (no name he just calls it "bird"). Hikaru has a bazillion unnamed dogs. He keeps breeding them he wants to start an army.

btw they are total griefers. would play with tamaki only to burn his house down. everytime. cruel.

Generally i think they also like FPS and arcade games with co-op. Any game where they can work together to kick other people's asses.

They rlly like handhelds bc u can take them wherever (like to school lol). I can very much imagine them in middle school maybe even earlier WAY up past their bedtime hiding under sheets on the ds doing online play on mario kart... they were so tired the next day but they beat everyone they matched so WORTH IT

Also I think Kaoru would like puzzle games but Hikaru doesn't. He is not nearly patient enough for that shit.

(I wonder if theyre more Sonic fans or Mario fans? :thinking: the great debate...)

#ohshc #hikakao #;noxiatalks2ya

[anythingamarantha]

So anyways, I was rambling in my head early this morning about my OCs and now I'm going to make you deal with it.

Aylwen: Originally crafted for a Pokémon RP, she's one of my favorite OCs. Typically portrayed as someone anywhere between 16-18, maybe 21, she's the stoic type. She's not very good at letting people in and only really interacts with people who interest her. In her "original" form, she's a Weavile gijinka. She has difficulty caring for and about others and typically takes an apathetic outlook towards life. She likes to pretend she doesn't care, but she's just really freakin' bad at it.

This makes her awkward in social situations and she prefers to avoid them as a whole, but it also leaves her incredibly lonely. She doesn't know how to connect to others and it leaves her at a loss when talking to others, especially and more so in-person.

When interacting with animals, she's really kind. She's more of a cat person than a dog person, but she doesn't mind dogs. She'd really prefer a cat though.

She's really quiet and most people won't really know what to make of her when they meet her. She prefers to be as objective as possible.

Depending on the story she's in, her background changes and I don't remember what I'd been rambling about in my head for her backstory. I don't think her parents were outright or necessarily neglectful, but I think they provided the bare minimum for her and for the most part let her fend for herself and generally just kind of left her to her own devices. I think she was left alone a lot as a kid. Probably grew up in a poor neighborhood. As a result I think she picked up a lot of different skills to entertain herself. She likes reading a lot (I think), mostly outside and up in/on tree branches. I'd imagine she also likes to sketch and paint, though she sketches more than she paints. She also plays guitar in her free time and likes trying to write songs. Her voice is a smooth alto I think.

Even with these outlets, she has difficulties communicating her emotions to others and how she feels. She's not particularly good at expressing herself verbally. At best she might have one or two good friends, both of whom are likely extroverts and drag her out to social activities that are somehow not too energy draining for her. (These friends depend on the world she's in).

Aylwen's primary love language is quality time with others, mostly with parallel play, where she can simply enjoy others' presence and company without feeling pressure to interact with others. She particularly enjoys video games with lots of grinding or where the main point of the game is simply to beat shit up. This includes first person shooter games in single player apocalypse mode.

When she gets close enough and comfortable with people, her secondary love language is actually physical touch. She likes leaning on people in particular.

I hc Aylwen as ace and aromantic, she doesn't feel sexual attraction towards others nor romantic attraction. At best she might have a Squish, but I don't see her ever entering into a romantic or sexual relationship with someone. I feel like her libido is also basically dead, so she doesn't masturbate either. I also don't think she'd ever enter into a QPR either.

I think Aylwen would be happiest living on her own, interacting with people very rarely and on her own terms except for her closest friend or two. She probably wouldn't want to live with them or anyone because she needs her alone time, a lot, even if it does leave her very lonely sometimes. I think she'd cope with it by being active on online platforms where she can tailor her interactions with others (things like Discord).

I'll probably post more stuff with my OCs when I remember. And the art below is done by Animela. It's a commission.

#my ocs #oc #Aylwen #writerblr #writing #Amarantha

[styxnbones]

(gehenna-calling) 3&26 for cass, 21&35 for kellen, 4&21 for leora, and 1 for all of them!

Cass:

are they associated with a certain color? what color do they wear the most? answered here!

3. weapon of choice? any particular reason they chose their weapon? butterfly knife, though they're pretty handy with all kinds of knives, they chose it specifically for the intimidation factor- idly flipping your knife around while waiting for your contact to approach makes you look pretty cool (and also its just fun)

26. how do they move? are they clumsy? light on their feet? do they use mobility aids? they've got a solid 2 dots in dexterity, so they aren't clumsy by any means and w another two dots in stealth and some obfuscate they can be pretty light on their feet. they also don't tend to move without purpose- she's not the sort to pace a room or mindlessly wander about. i also imagine they subconsciously match their stride length to whoever they're walking with, out of habit from years of tailing people.

Kellen:

are they associated with a certain color? what color do they wear the most? deep reds/burgundy and deep blues are what i mostly associate them with, as those tend to be the accent colors they go for in a wardrobe of lots of bright neutrals.

21. their favorite place to be? at the museum, hands down. that's Their Hoard! (even if it's technically Bernadette's, she's given them full permission to think of it as an extension of their own collection) they love the feeling of being surrounded by such rich history and vast knowledge, it's like a total escape- frozen in time and insulated from the frantic scramble of the world outside.

35. do they ever return home? far more often than they should. their sire still holds a blood bond over their father, and continues to actively cleave off their family- and since Kel was embraced instead of their terminally ill mother, they feel responsible for both her death, and the subsequent involvement of their father's new wife and her children in the shitshow that is their family. so they go back pretty often, they try to have as much of a presence in the house as they can, build up relationships with their new family members, and attempt to subtly work against their sire's manipulations, and protect them from him as much as they can. their younger brother also still lives at home, and he's the one they really worry about. even though they have tried again and again to explain to him what's happening and to get out, their sire just keeps wiping his mind so every time they see him he just seems more depressed and resigned than before, which only adds to their frustration/guilt. all in all its an uphill battle and a massive emotional drain that they would be vastly better off to just drop all together, but these things are never that simple. so they keep going back.

Leora:

1.are they associated with a certain color? what color do they wear the most? gold/yellow, and she mostly wears that as accents to pristine whites. (another instance of me visually coding a character as a terrible person by making them wear white)

4. how crafty/resourceful are they? quite a bit, i'd say. she certainly knows how to make the best of a bad situation. she's by far the most dangerous when she's underestimated, and as an actor by profession that's a perception that's easy for her to instill- whether it's the 'dumb blonde' act, or taking advantage of peoples assumptions about caitiff and thin-bloods, she's always ready to pull something out of her sleeve to turn the tables that no one would have thought possible

21. their favorite place to be? on the stage baybeee! what the bard said certainly rings true, since she's happiest wherever she's performing and these nights that seems to be 24/7 everywhere she goes. she's been dead nearly a hundred years, but (crises of faith notwithstanding) nothing has managed to kill her joie de vivre.

#cass oc #kellen oc #apollo/leora oc