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6 Queer Books for Autism Acceptance Month!
April is Autism Acceptance Month, so the group of folks at Duck Prints Press who suggest titles for these rec lists dug into personal favorite queer reads to find these six titles that include queer characters who are explicitly or implied to be autistic. Our picks are:
The Luis Ortega Survival Club by Sonora Reyes
Ariana Ruiz wants to be noticed. But as an autistic girl who never talks, she goes largely ignored by her peers—despite her bold fashion choices. So when cute, popular Luis starts to pay attention to her, Ari finally feels seen.
Luis’s attention soon turns to something more, and they have sex at a party—while Ari didn’t say no, she definitely didn’t say yes. Before she has a chance to process what happened and decide if she even has the right to be mad at Luis, the rumor mill begins churning—thanks, she’s sure, to Luis’s ex-girlfriend, Shawni. Boys at school now see Ari as an easy target, someone who won’t say no.
Then Ari finds a mysterious note in her locker that eventually leads her to a group of students determined to expose Luis for the predator he is. To her surprise, she finds genuine friendship among the group, including her growing feelings for the very last girl she expected to fall for. But in order to take Luis down, she’ll have to come to terms with the truth of what he did to her that night—and risk everything to see justice done.
May the Best Man Win by Z. R. Ellor
Jeremy Harkiss, cheer captain and student body president, won’t let coming out as a transgender boy ruin his senior year. Instead of bowing to the bigots and outdate school administration, Jeremy decides to make some noise–and how better than by challenging his all-star ex-boyfriend, Lukas for the title of Homecoming King?
Lukas Rivers, football star and head of the Homecoming Committee, is just trying to find order in his life after his older brother’s funeral and the loss long-term girlfriend–who turned out to be a boy. But when Jeremy threatens to break his heart and steal his crown, Lukas kick starts a plot to sabotage Jeremy’s campaign.
When both boys take their rivalry too far, the dance is on the verge of being canceled. To save Homecoming, they’ll have to face the hurt they’re both hiding–and the lingering butterflies they can’t deny.
Hell Follows With Us by Andrew Joseph White
Sixteen-year-old trans boy Benji is on the run from the cult that raised him—the fundamentalist sect that unleashed Armageddon and decimated the world’s population. Desperately, he searches for a place where the cult can’t get their hands on him, or more importantly, on the bioweapon they infected him with.
But when cornered by monsters born from the destruction, Benji is rescued by a group of teens from the local Acheson LGBTQ+ Center, affectionately known as the ALC. The ALC’s leader, Nick, is gorgeous, autistic, and a deadly shot, and he knows Benji’s darkest secret: the cult’s bioweapon is mutating him into a monster deadly enough to wipe humanity from the earth once and for all.
Still, Nick offers Benji shelter among his ragtag group of queer teens, as long as Benji can control the monster and use its power to defend the ALC. Eager to belong, Benji accepts Nick’s terms…until he discovers the ALC’s mysterious leader has a hidden agenda, and more than a few secrets of his own.
The Many Half-Lived Lives of Sam Sylvester by Maya MacGregor
Sam Sylvester’s not overly optimistic about their recent move to the small town of Astoria, Oregon after a traumatic experience in their last home in the rural Midwest.
Yet Sam’s life seems to be on the upswing after meeting several new friends and a potential love interest in Shep, the pretty neighbor. However, Sam can’t seem to let go of what might have been, and is drawn to investigate the death of a teenage boy in 1980s Astoria. Sam’s convinced he was murdered–especially since Sam’s investigation seems to resurrect some ghosts in the town.
Threatening notes and figures hidden in shadows begin to disrupt Sam’s life. Yet Sam continues to search for the truth. When Sam discovers that they may be closer to a killer than previously known, Sam has a difficult decision to make. Would they risk their new life for a half-lived one?
Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu
Wei Wuxian was once one of the most outstanding men of his generation, a talented and clever young cultivator who harnessed martial arts, knowledge, and spirituality into powerful abilities. But when the horrors of war led him to seek a new power through demonic cultivation, the world’s respect for his skills turned to fear, and his eventual death was celebrated throughout the land.
Years later, he awakens in the body of an aggrieved young man who sacrifices his soul so that Wei Wuxian can exact revenge on his behalf. Though granted a second life, Wei Wuxian is not free from his first, nor the mysteries that appear before him now. Yet this time, he’ll face it all with the righteous and esteemed Lan Wangji at his side, another powerful cultivator whose unwavering dedication and shared memories of their past will help shine a light on the dark truths that surround them.
An Unkindness of Ghosts by Rivers Solomon
Aster has little to offer folks in the way of rebuttal when they call her ogre and freak. She’s used to the names; she only wishes there was more truth to them. If she were truly a monster, she’d be powerful enough to tear down the walls around her until nothing remains of her world.
Aster lives in the lowdeck slums of the HSS Matilda, a space vessel organised much like the antebellum South. For generations, Matilda has ferried the last of humanity to a mythical Promised Land. On its way, the ship’s leaders have imposed harsh moral restrictions and deep indignities on dark-skinned sharecroppers like Aster. Embroiled in a grudge with a brutal overseer, Aster learns there may be a way to improve her lot – if she’s willing to sow the seeds of civil war.
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we can't be friends - (modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader)
AN: Thank you all for the votes!! I felt very inspired by we can't be friends by Ariana Grande and my brain would not let this go.
Summary: Friends to lovers, lovers to nothing. No words, no explanations. The younger brother of her best friend left behind a void.
CW: angst, happy ending though, pining, Aemond who doesn't like labels, Helaena's best friend so reader is older than him by about two years, drunken mess Aemond.
Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x reader, Aemond Targaryen x Alys Rivers (kinda)
Word count: 2k
“Come on, Hel. It’s not like we were ever friends,” she said to her, now, best friend.
It was a lie that burned like whiskey. They had been friends, best friends, for years. It was just easier to say that to Helaena than to admit what they actually shared. It was easier to deny she had any love for him, platonic or otherwise, while she stared at him with his arm draped around another woman.
This is ridiculous, she thought to herself. It was. They had never said they were really anything. All Aemond would ever commit to was letting people draw their own conclusions. He merely provided the basis of a claim and everything else was never true or false. It simply was.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Helaena said quietly when they sat back down. This party was a low-key thing, just a group of fifteen or so people that Aegon invited over to try his new home brew.
“You don’t get it, okay,” Y/N whispered angrily. It was something nobody ever did with Helaena. The sweet, creature obsessed, silver haired girl was always a beacon of light among her friends and family, earning her the respect to not be spoken to out of anger.
“I told you not to get involved. Aegon of all people told you not to get involved,” Helaena whispered to her. “Fuck, Y/N, you’ve been my friend for damn near twenty years, you know him, you knew how he was.”
No, I didn’t, she couldn’t help but think. It was true that Aemond definitely did not ever call her his girlfriend. But he never corrected her when she referred to herself as such, or if she called him her boyfriend. They had gone on over a hundred dates in the four years they spent together, as he reminded her on their last date. Hell, they had even rescued a dog when she unofficially moved in.
That’s what really bothered her. They were friends, they were more, and now he was letting this woman talk about his apartment that Y/N made a proper home and their dog Vhagar as though Y/N had never existed.
She could hear the woman, who she thinks was named Alys, talk about Vhagar. And Aemond just let her, even though Y/N could tell by the way his jaw tightened and nostrils flared that he was tired of her.
“This dog is just so lazy, all she ever wants to do is lay on the ground,” Alys said to the people who were bothering to listen.
“No, she wants to be on the couch, you vapid cunt,” Y/N said, meaning it to be a quiet murmur and instead saying it loud enough to be heard by Aemond.
He shifted in his seat, subtly removing his hold on Alys’ shoulder. His arm was still on the couch behind her, but there was no longer a physical connection. It wasn’t intentional, but nothing except how he looked at Y/N.
“Excuse you?” Alys asked.
“She’s an old dog. She was old when Aemond and I brought her home and that was two years ago. When she isn’t playing outside or eating all she wants is to lay on the couch or in bed with her people,” Y/N said to her. Her eyes moved between Aemond’s amused expression and Alys’ shocked one.
There was a crushing weight in her chest when Aemond looked at her. It wasn’t a secret that they had been…well whatever they were. They had attended every party Aegon threw, every academic ceremony Helaena was honored at, every work party his family had forced him to attend as a couple. Everyone knew.
Until four months ago when she stopped showing up. When her things started slowly disappearing from his apartment, and he slowly disappeared from her online life. Nobody knew what happened. All anyone knew was that once they were Aemond and Y/N, an entity, now they were Aemond and Y/N, two people.
His eyes, one a brilliant violet and one a scarred, cloudy blue, raked over her face. She looked at him and she wondered if it burned him the way it burned her. She felt the dread fueled flames licking their way through her heart in a painful desperation.
“I’ll see you later, Hel,” Y/N said to her, never once tearing her eyes from Aemond as she stood up. It was only when she saw him begin to lean forward, towards her, that found the motive to look away and walk out of the house.
The days following the party was a dredge through life. Y/N couldn’t sleep, her every sleeping moment consumed by him and the life they had together. Her pain and grief was pressing down on her heart. An Aemond sized void could be felt in the smallest moments.
When she was in the shower, her fingers would brush over her shoulder in such a way she could forget he wasn’t the one washing her. She would be reading on the couch and for a moment, she swore she could smell his cologne. Her favorite Chinese restaurant was his favorite Chinese restaurant, and when she ate their food she was taken back to their fourth date.
Their fourth date. He took her to a car show, the summer heat driving them to get ice cream. When the burning afternoon chilled into a twilight sky, he took her to the best Chinese buffet around. Their talking had lasted for hours as though they forgot that they had known each other for near as long as she’s known Helaena. She was seven when she first stepped foot into the Targaryen residence, Aemond being five. It wasn’t until he was twenty that he stopped seeing her as his sister’s best friend and she became more.
It was that date that he kissed her for the first time. A kiss that melted into twenty. It shattered her universe and fixed every part of her all at once.
She swore that night she could’ve spent more time kissing him than anything else. If she had it her way, those stupid butterflies in her stomach would have never gone away. Every kiss, from the ones that brushed against her skin like a feather blowing in the wind to the ones that made her forget how to stay standing, was something she would’ve given a thousand lifetimes to keep.
It had been seven months since their dissolution when he showed up at her doorstep. It was well past midnight when his knocks echoed off of every wall and she opened the door for no other reason than to avoid her neighbors calling the cops. He reeked of Aegon’s home brews, swaying slightly with his every breath. She had never seen him look such a mess. His hair, where every long, silver strand normally laid in perfect unison, moving like a curtain in every step, had knots throughout. Both eyes teary, his cheeks splotched red.
“What is it?” she whispered to him. Aemond was never sloppy. His every moment was perfectly calculated. Such displays were sure to embarrass him whenever he lost control, but she truly believed he was too drunk.
“Come home, baby,” he said as he leaned against the door frame.
“I am home,” she told him sharply.
“No, you aren’t. You’re not in our bed with Vhagar at your feet. You’re not wrapped in my arms all night. You’re not home.” His voice held a pitiful desperation, it’s strength wavering after every word.
“Alys is. Go home to her,” she said, beginning to shut the door in his face. He put his hand on it, pushing it open so as to not break his view of her.
“Baby,” he whispered, begged.
“I made my choice, you made yours,” she reminded him.
“That’s it, then? You decide to walk away and we don’t even get to have a conversation? We’re not even friends?” The tears that had built up in his eyes slid freely down his cheeks, staining his skin.
“We can’t be friends!” she shouted at him. “You think I didn’t want to just go back? To go back to when you were my best friend’s nerdy little brother who spent more time in his room than should be allowed? To go back to before I was in love with you?”
“Then why say no?!” he shouted at her.
Only someone who didn’t know him would confuse it for anger. It was the same desperate passion that a man truly in love would hold, like when The Duke confessed his passions for Daphne in Bridgerton. His words vibrated through her body. If his kiss could fix every part of her, his pathetic pining for her could break her.
“You couldn’t even call me your girlfriend and you expect me to believe you were truly ready to marry me?” she whispered.
He stepped past the threshold of the apartment. His hands found the side of her face, cupping it gently. His hands were softer than she thought they would be the first time he touched her. He rode a motorcycle, played baseball in high school. His hands should’ve been, she thought, covered in rough calluses. But they always felt soft, holding her with the gentleness of love.
“What do I need to do?” he asked her. “Should I hire a sky writer to let the whole of the city know my heart is yours? Maybe sing a god awful cover of whatever clichéd love song is circulating on the radio and dedicate to you?”
She tried to push his hands away. At least, she told herself it was an actual try. Her hands gripped his wrists as she gave a feeble shove against his weight. Yet, he somehow held her even more firmly without ever increasing the force behind his grasp.
“Perhaps if I blind myself entirely, right here and now? Sacrifice my only good eye so that you know your face is the last beautiful thing I will ever gaze upon?”
He leaned in and allowed his lips to ghost over her own. The barely existent touch set a fire ablaze in her soul, one that was only fanned as his lips moved across her face. The pressure increasing with each touch until he reached her lips again in a bruising kiss.
Aemond’s tears slipped between their lips, the saltiness of them mingling with the bitterness of the homemade wine he had drank before coming. His left hand moved from her face to pathetically grab at her side, then her hip, trying to pull her into him. Any space between them was unacceptable as they kissed.
He pulled away only when they needed to breathe. But he never moved his hands. He never gave her the chance to back away from him.
“Marry me and I will yell from the Hightower that I am the husband of the most ethereal of women. That she is one of beauty unheard of in centuries. That she is kind enough to do in silence what most would boast about. That she is one who brings a warmth into every room she enters that is enough to melt the heart of a man like me,” he said to her.
She glanced between his eyes and lips. She had dreamt of such a moment for years. It was like he had looked into her heart and found exactly what she yearned for.
“What about Alys?” she whispered.
“A woman who works with me. She owed me a favor. Never spoke to her outside of work until about thirty minutes before that party to tell her the most basic information she needed. Haven’t spoken to her since,” he said. “The only thing that’s in our way is your disbelief I would be proud to be your husband.”
In seconds, she kissed him. She needed their existence to become one. Seven months without him. Seven months where all she wanted was the one thing she felt she would never truly have. Seven months in which she waited for his love.
His right hand finally left her face, searching for her left hand. Without hesitation, he intertwined their fingers. They couldn’t be friends, but he wouldn’t stop until he was her husband.
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(Don’t) Face Your Fears: Part 2
Yandere Merfolk Straw Hats x GN!Reader
1.8k words
Part 1
This is the second part to that merfolk story I wrote before that I retroactively added a name to once I realized it wasn’t just going to be a one off.
Despite several members of his crew wanting to come with him, the river cutting through your island consisting of freshwater meant that only Luffy could go. Sure, Franky did build what was essentially a mobile saltwater pool that Luffy could use to bring some of them along, but he didn’t have it nearby and Luffy wasn’t willing to wait.
He wanted to see you again, and he wanted to do so now.
Being a bull shark had many perks, and he was currently using two of them. One being the coveted ability to swim in both fresh and saltwater, and the other being an impeccable sense of smell. It was best in water, but this island was so small that he could easily follow your trail. An awfully long trail, he noted. You are quite the runner! Usopp would have some stiff competition if you were merfolk, too.
Your unique scent came to a head, bringing Luffy to a halt. Pulling himself up onto the river bank, he sniffed the air to confirm that you were nearby. Somewhere in the house not far from where he is to be exact. A sharp grin spread across his face. He was right! You do live near the river! This will make getting ahold of you much easier.
Before he could pull himself fully out of the river, someone exited the house. Not just any person, but you. Luffy quietly slipped his upper body back into the river, leaving only his head poking out of the water.
Your footsteps drew closer, stopping slightly upstream from where he was. Once there, you dropped onto the ground and buried your face in your hands. Luffy watched curiously as you groaned loudly and scowled at the river when you pulled your hands away from your face. Is this a human thing? He’s intrigued and inches closer. Humans have awful night vision, he isn’t concerned about being noticed before he wants to be.
“I can’t believe this. Months of work wasted because I just had to run into merfolk during my first trip into the ocean,” you muttered under your breath. “What kind of stupid bad luck is that?”
Bad luck? You meeting and coming to their rescue was good luck! Great luck even! Luffy frowned at what you said. He knows he startled you earlier, but he thought it was just because you were surprised to see a merman up close.
Did you just… not like merfolk?
Why not? He can guess that he was the first merman to ever be so close to you. How could you come to dislike people you’ve never really gotten to know? That doesn’t make any sense. If you were willing to help people despite your obvious discomfort, then surely you couldn’t be a hateful person.
An idea suddenly clicks in his head. Other humans must be telling you awful things about them!
Nodding with resolve, Luffy swam even closer. When he was right in front of you, he launched himself out of the water and wrapped his arms around you. You immediately tried to scream, but he was prepared for you to do that after your last interaction and slapped a hand over your mouth.
You kicked and thrashed in his arms, and it only increased as he began pulling you into the water with him. You’re definitely not weak, he’ll give you that, but you aren’t stronger than him either.
By the time he settles back into the water, you’re hysteric. You’re still trying to scream for help even with his hand in the way, and he can feel hot tears streaming down onto him. That makes him feel a little bad about what he’s doing. He doesn’t want to upset you, he just wants to show you that merfolk aren’t anything to be scared of.
“Calm down, I’m not going to hurt you!” If you heard him, you made no indication that you did. You were still fighting him hard and digging your puny human claws into his arm. What were these people telling you that had you acting this terrified?!
Luffy became distracted as he picked up on more scents and heard doors being opened. It would seem that his hand wasn’t keeping you as quiet as he’d hoped, especially not with how much you were splashing in the water. Looks like you two are going to have to leave.
Pushing off, he hastily makes his way down the river and towards the ocean. You probably wouldn’t listen if he told you to hold your breath, so he settled for swimming with you balanced on top of his chest. This was easier said than done. Between swimming upside down and your squirming, he wound up dropping you into the water.
Bizarrely, you went from doing everything to get away from him to desperately reaching your arms out to his figure and holding on for dear life. Luffy pulled you back up onto him, patting your back as you hacked up the water you’d inhaled. Much to his relief, this experience seemed to have settled you down somewhat.
You didn’t look happy by any means, but you weren’t fighting against him anymore, so he considered this a victory. Seeing that there wasn’t anyone around, Luffy decided to try talking to you again, “Hi! I’m Luffy!”
“Please don’t drown me!” You sobbed, “I’m sorry for whatever I did to make you mad, please don’t kill me!”
Drown you? Kill you??? Luffy is completely bewildered by your pleas. Sure, he did drop you just now, but that was an accident! “Whoa there, no one is going to kill you! I’m sorry I dropped you, I didn’t mean to.”
“Then what do you want from me? Please just let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone about this!”
What’s got you so damn freaked out? He doesn’t get it. How dangerous are the people around here that you’re so horrified by him? Does every new person you come across try to harm you? That must be the case.
“I wanted to see you again! Also, I want you to join my crew! You seem really nice, so I think you’ll fit in great,” Luffy beamed at you, not paying attention to how you recoiled from his teeth.
“Join your crew?! Are you insane?! I’m not one of you!” You spat out incredulously.
“What’s that got to do with anything? We don’t mind tugging you around in a boat,” Luffy didn’t really get why you were being so argumentative about this. He already told you that he’s not going to hurt you, what’s the hold up? These other humans must really have you brainwashed. Good thing he’s here to save you from them!
“I don’t want to be pulled around on a boat in the middle of the ocean, I want to go home!” You shrieked while frantically peering around to check your surroundings.
Much to Luffy’s relief, he’d finally made it out of the river and into the ocean. Once he’s gotten you away from this awful island, he’s sure you’ll calm down and be more willing to listen. You’ll love all the other crew members after you get to know them, he just knows it! You won’t even want to go back to this pathetic island after they’ve made friends with you.
“You’re back already? Could you not- You’ve got to be kidding!” Sanji surfaced and swam straight at you two. “You really thought it was a good idea to drag them out here just like that?”
You cringed away from the new shark and looked like you were about to faint. Luffy couldn’t help but puff out his chest in pride as you clung onto him, obviously a part of you recognized that he could protect you.
“I had to! Other humans showed up, and I couldn’t just leave them all alone there!” Luffy nuzzled his face into your hair, choosing to ignore the way you shuddered from the contact. You’re probably just a little cold.
“That’s bullshit! No one came out until after you dragged me in!”
Sanji’s eyes narrowed at Luffy, “This is why we didn’t want you to go alone, you have no tact!”
“Like you would have done any better! You would’ve just creeped them out if you’d gone,” Nami jabbed. Sanji sulked away, not even attempting to plead his case. Nami, on the other hand, swam closer to you, eyeing you up curiously. She reached out to experimentally tug on your wet clothing, not paying any mind to how uncomfortable you looked.
Chopper was the next to appear. You were definitely surprised by his appearance, but seemed more confused than scared by him. The doctor went right up to you, visibly concerned, “Luffy! You can’t just drag a human into the water like this! It’s cold enough that they could get hypothermia if we don’t get them someplace dry soon!”
You latched onto this immediately, “Y-Yeah, you should take me back to shore before I get sick!”
“Don’t worry, I got this covered!” Franky pulled a self made boat over, “It’s not much yet, but I’ve got biiiig plans for this thing.” The boat in question looked like a small house boat. There weren’t any doors on it, just an open three walled structure for shelter.
“Oooh, good thinking, Franky!” Luffy happily approached the boat and heaved you onto it. The second you were out of his arms, you scrambled into the walled off part of it. You stared at them with wide eyes with your back pressed up against one of the walls.
More of his crew appeared, wanting to get a good look at you now that you weren’t actively running away from them. With each head that popped out of the water, you curled in on yourself more and more.
“Are you sure this is a good idea? What if other humans come after us to get them back? Don’t we have enough enemies already?” Usopp was hanging back, still skittish about this whole idea.
“Of course it is! They’re our friend now, so we’ll protect them!” Luffy pulled himself up onto the boat while you shrank back even farther. He turns to face you, grinning even wider than he already was, “Don’t worry about all those awful humans on that island, we won’t let them hurt you!”
“What are you talking about? Everyone there is-”
“Very dangerous and spreading lies about what merfolk are like! You don’t need to say anything, I already figured it out,” Luffy nodded proudly.
“You didn’t figure shit out, you maniac!”
No one listened to you, and there was a chorus of groans from the merfolk. This was hardly anything new to them, humans always assumed the worst of them.
Admittedly, Luffy didn’t have a long term plan for what to do with you yet, but he’s already made it this far without ever making any plans. Everything will fall into place soon enough, and you’ll learn to be grateful for his extremely considerate rescue.
#one piece#yandere one piece#one piece x reader#one piece x you#one piece x y/n#monkey d luffy#luffy#nami#cat burglar nami#sanji#black leg sanji#cyborg franky#franky the cyborg#tony tony chopper#usopp#yandere#platonic yandere#merfolk au
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Romance, fluff, hurt/comfort, and the occasional heartbreak.
Peaky Blinders, Sherlock, Tangerine, Wade Wilson, Peter Parker, Marauders
Peaky Blinders
Kidnapped - Tommy Shelby X Reader - Pt. 2
Reader gets taken and Tommy does everything he can to get her back - kidnapping, torture / hurt /comfort confession of feelings
Arthur Shelby X OC Joey Request - Catching feelings / hurt / comfort
Falling Hard - Tommy Shelby X Pregnant Reader
She falls off the horse - Rated G, Cute fluffiness, Worried Tommy
Meet Cute - Tommy Shelby X Reader
Proper courting, Rated G, Tommy falls for reader at a party
Domestic - Tommy Shelby X Wife Reader
Cooking, Baking, Slight hurt comfort, Tommy being a good dad, kids being little, just lots of fluffy goodness
Self-Defense - Tommy Shelby X Reader
He defends her but she can defend herself - Teen for violence Hurt / Comfort
Girls Outing - Tommy X Wife Reader
Attempted Murder, mild description of attempted sexual assault, Murder, Tommy Comforts reader, Hurt / Comfort
Time Travel - Tommy Shelby x X-Men Reader
Rated Teen for extreme heart break, time travel, romance, X-Men themes
The One That Got Away - Tommy Shelby X Reader
Hurt and pain. Charlie gets kidnapped and Reader has to make a difficult choice
Campbell - Tommy X Reader Wife - Pt 2.
She’s beaten by Campbell and eventually talks - Mature content - Reader is beaten badly and miscarries. Tommy comforts her.
Stay Home - Tommy X Wife Reader
He doesn’t want her to work while pregnant.
Heart Broken - Tommy Shelby X Reader
You just got broken up with - Fluff, Comfort Tommy
First Wizarding War - Tommy Shelby X Reader (HP crossover)
Reader gets attacked, falling in love, pre war, then post war follow up
Protecting What's His - Tommy Shelby X Pregnant Wife Reader
When someone breaks into the house Tommy has to protect what’s his - violence, shock / panic is described. Fluff at the end & kissing
Scarlet Witch - Tommy X Magic Reader
She has kept her powers hidden but Tommy and the family find out! Reader saves the day with her magical abilities.
Sold Down the River - Tommy Shelby X Reader
Reader gets sold to Tommy Shelby by her fiancé. Her and her baby have to adjust to arrow house
Animal Shelter - Tommy Shelby X Reader -- Pt.2
When Tommy gets Charlie a dog from the pound he doesn’t expect to take the bubbly worker home as well.
The One That Almost Got Away - Tommy Shelby X Reader
Tommy and the reader play hard to get until Polly puts and end to things. Drama, trust issues, happy ending, Polly to the rescue.
The Doctor - Shelby Sister X Alfie Solomons
he reader is underappreciated so she leaves and begins her own life. After becoming a doctor she falls back to her family and finds out that not all things are lost. Mending her heart she also finds her way back to a long lost love…..
Kisses - Finn Shelby X Reader
The one where the reader ends up with a marked up neck, the family is determined to find the culprit only to find out it was one of their own.
The Witch - Tommy Shelby X Reader
The reader is a witch who can tell the future but she definitely did not see him coming.
Childhood Bestie - Tommy Shelby X Reader
Even though he married Grace true love never dies - even when you almost do
Mean Boyfriend - Finn Shelby X Orphaned Reader
The Reader happens to have a mean boyfriend. Good thing the Shelby’s have a strict *no mean boyfriends allowed* rule at the garrison.
The Smallest Blinder - Tommy Shelby X Reader
The boys hate having to watch over her, but more often than not she’s the one that saves the day
Quiet Working Girl - Tommy Shelby X Reader
Reader is hired on to work at the Garrison, and Tommy takes an interest in her. When things start to fall apart, she’s the first person he suspects. He makes a right mess of things again, but this time he’s not so sure if he can fix it.
Cold - Tommy Shelby x Reader
Head cannons about a woman who never smiles and how the Shelby family would interact with her.
Ambition - Tommy Shelby X Reader
The reader always wanted a big life and so did Tommy. Promises were made and the reader comes to cash in
Sickness - Tommy Shelby X Lizzie Shelby
Lizzie makes a difficult decision to hide her diagnosis from Tommy. She goes off on her own much like he does, when word reaches him of Lizzie’s illness he has to find a way to make peace with her before it’s too late.
Spellbound - Marauders Reader X Tommy Shelby - Series
The reader leaves the magical world - not knowing what else to do she sees an advert for a bartender. Having worked at Three Broom Sticks she figured it couldn’t be that different. Falling for her boss and getting sucked into the complicated crime underworld of Birmingham was not a part of her plan
I Can Fight - John Shelby X Reader
Having been in a toxic relationship she learns what it means to be with John Shelby.
Languages Expert - Tommy Shelby X Reader
The boys assume Tommy only keeps the reader around because she’s pretty to look at. when a deal starts to go sideways they quickly learn the importance of having a language expert
Lunch Dates - Tommy Shelby X Reader
with limited time and lots of stress you decide to take a breath and get some lunch with your husband.
Rejected - Tommy Shelby X Reader
The reader isn’t interested in what Tommy has going on
The Kindest Blinder - Tommy Shelby X Reader Wife
Tommy’s wife isn’t what people expect. Her soft kindness is visible to anyone that see’s her. She’d do anything for her family, but when she’s pushed to the limit a different side of her shows.
Grace - Tommy Shelby x Reader
When she showed up to reclaim the love of her life, she wasn’t expecting you to be there.
Pregnant? - Tommy X Reader
The reader doesn’t realize she’s pregnant and a big surprise awaits the family
Mr. Brightside - Tommy X Reader
Tommy realizes his feelings for you, too bad he’s too late and you’ve already found a guy.
Bad Habits - Tommy Shelby X Lizzie Shelby
Tommy struggles with his drinking thankfully Lizzie is always around to help.
The Mark of a Kiss - Sherlock's Sister X Tommy Shelby
Sherlock's other sister solves a mystery involving the notorious Tommy Shelby
Come on Barbie - Tommy Shelby x Reader
Thomas sits back and wonders how his girl manages her crazy lifestyle.
I've Got My Eye on You - Tommy Shelby X Reader
A traumatic event has left the reader with one eye and an emotionless appearance. Captivated by her beauty and voice Tommy tries to get to know her better
Sherlock - Enola Holmes
The Mystery of the Shelby Sister - Sherlock X Peaky Sister Reader
Sherlock tries his best to ignore his neighbor but when Enola gets attached it becomes increasingly difficult. Extras - Big Kiss
Tangerine - Bullet Train
Angst - Tan X Reader
Things go from bad to worse leaving you two very far apart…
Geralt of Rivia
Surprises - Geralt X Reader
Geralt of Riva finds out you are pregnant with his baby
Wade Wilson & Peter Parker
Tired - Hurt & Comfort
Trusted - Hurt & Comfort / Seeing his face for the first time
No Powers - SpideyPool
The Amazing Panic Attack - SpideyPool
Peter has a panic attack after saving someone that looks like Gwen. After being MIA Wade comes to find him, and after a whole lot of comfort, their relationship takes a new direction.
Marauders
Head Cannons
#peaky blinders#tommy shelby#peaky blinders imagine#tommy shelby imagine#tommy shelby x reader#thomas shelby#deadpool#henry cavill#wade wilson#thomas shelby imagine#thomas shelby x reader#peaky blinders one shot#peaky blinders fic#sherlock#sherlock enola holmes#sherlock x reader#sherlock henry Cavill#tangerine#tangerine x reader#bullet train#bullet train one shot#bullet train imagine#mauraders#wade wilson x reader#wade wilson x peter parker#peter parker imagine
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THE RICH GET RICHER // FEED THEM TO THE PIGS ( javier escuella x fem reader )
warnings: hatred turned to love, swearing, use of the word 'bimbo' & insults.
the van der linde gang had many firm beliefs about the sickenly wealthy pigs that roamed freely, waving money in front of the poors nose like teasing a malnourished dog with a bone.
belief number one. the rich are nothing but a crued crew of lobotomised chickens that do nothing but carry out the oh so beloved acts of incest. they're all degenerate inbreds according to the gang.
belief number two. the only reason they are allowed to be in arms reach of all them goods, is for people in need to heartlessly rob and put that money to a purpose instead of flashing it into diamonds, lace and frills.
& you best believe infamous outlaw javier escuella most definitely lived by those two ideologies, especially when you the picture perfect prime example of a spoiled snob was stripped of your wealth due to your father's crippling gambling addiction. therefore showing up on the outskirts of horseshoe overlook pleading for a few cents appeared fitting and a well deserved lesson. however, once you were blessed by the sweetheart stare of karen it was clear that you were granted mercy.
upon your arrival , you were severely disliked by the lot ( minus the ladies as they were bewitched by the last classy gown you owned. ) the men however weren't fooled by your senseless gown or breath-taking beauty , some may name you the daughter of aphrodite but some ( in this case: javier ) did not give a rat's ass about your appearance , solely being focused on survival and nothing else. on some occasions he antagonises you by insulting you as a wealth drunk bimbo and other disgustingly creative insults but that was about the plot of it all.
the dawns of your arrival did not withhold a single trace of productivity ; that was until ms grimshaw used her iron fist in the same strategy you treated your helpless servants before your family name went to shit.
although there must have been an error in the system, since how does an obnoxiously ill mannered ' mortified of manual labour ' lassie transform into a deadly callous outlaw? one word : valentine. & that so called bloodbath that occured was the fuse to your spree of unfortunately heinous actions which benefited the gang a wholesome amount. not only that but also persuaded a certain mexican to apologise for his amiss judgement of your character.
"i just wanted to-" javier began speaking, head down glaring at the burnt grass below him whilst the melodies of the crackling fire harmonised their new camp into a safer setting.
"apologise for calling me a wealth drunk bimbo?" you cut his sentence short, assuming his future words like he assumed your entire embodiment of existence from your past .
"well i was gonna say thank you for leading dutch and the others to a safe rescue out of that shit hole . . but i guess i should apologise aswell, for everything." by the end of his sentence , javier knew all he said was a half assed apology ── at this point he should save himself and plunged into a pit of snakes, hopefully dying of the venom rather than his own humiliation.
you glanced at javier's ashamed frame, wondering if he even holds any thought behind his hickory eyes . that was left to be a mystery as he was not even brave enough to look you right in the eye ── ' where the fuck does dutch discover these pussies? ' you wonder.
"charming." was the only word you utter in return for the lame excuse of an apology , remaining untouchable & staring off into the lannahechee river which now engulfed the freshly built camp.
surely javier recieved what he expected. a cold shoulder was what he deserved but for some reason the lack of attention hooked him to you like the chorus of one of his songs . it only lead him to desire to keep singing those melodies and unravel the bridge and verse of your very own ballad.
#credits to v6que for divider#javier escuella#read dead redemption 2#rdr2#javier escuella x reader#javier escuella x you#rdr2 fanfic#rdr2 fandom
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Out here on my hybrid!skz agenda but mythical beast instead of their skzoos with a tad bit of Magical being!Reader (this go so freaking long)
Acient Dragon!Chan, his hoard are his handpicked weird little family including you. Very possessive if someone outside of his family were to even so much as look at you wrong, their existence will shortly cease to be. Marking what is his, sent marking (golden shower time or filling your cunt to the brim with his cum), leaving actual marks (scratches, bites, hickeys, handprints), making you wear his clothing is a big one, they may be slightly tatterd from his claws or mildly singed from his fire though.
White Tiger!Lee Know (the white tiger was seen as a guardian in some older asain cultures) ofc a feline. Seemingly cold and standoff-ish but is really just watching his pride and ensuring their safety. He is most definitely an absolute cuddle bug behind closed doors. Kneeding your thighs, stomach, arms, hands, but most importantly your ass and tits, just the most perfect spot to lay a hand and dig his claws in
NachtKrapp!Changbin (Night Raven) a guardian for the good kids who can't sleep and a nightmare for the troublesome kids who won't listen to their parents. The NachtKrapp is known to sing soothing melodies for those who wish to sleep and will take and punish those who refuse to sleep. But for you he'll always sing you the sweetest melodies and wrap you in his wings where you'll be nice and warm away from nightmares and all that may haunt you. Better yet he even will let you play with the softest down feathers at the base of his sensitive wing but you'll have to deal with the half chub he's sporting because of that.
Nuggle!Hyunjin once just a water spirit that looked after the beauty in his rivers and lochs but when one little farm boy got too curious as to who was pulling pranks on his family livestock, he found Hyunjin mesmerized by the herd drinking from his rivers. But ever the Channie to the rescue giving the lively jokester spirit a different body of water to look after and let beauty flourish in and around. But once he met you the flora began to match the shade of your eyes and hair, waters full of your favorite little sea creatures that will follow you along the water's edge because Hyunjin tells them day after day that you are the most beautiful being he's ever had the pleasure of meeting.
Jersey Devil!Han nothing but pure chaos and rambunctious energy, just bouncing off the walls, pulling pranks alongside Nuggle!Hyunjin, extremely agile and a never ending stamina. Refractory period, nonexistent, he can go blow for blow. He accidentally broke your favorite possession, make him blow loads for hours on end until he is sobbing apologies and promising to be more careful around your things. But the second he finds out that that item was already already repaired by Channie seconds after he broke it he'll be getting his payback on you for how many loads you made him waste.
Feline Shifter Familiar!Felix He is the only one that you knew before you were welcomed into Channie's little lovely family. Felix was your childhood best friend and your first for many things. He helped you find out your true nature and you showed him what a good familiar he was even if he was still learning the little things about making his appearance look normal in either form. Once he learned he could keep certain feline attributes in his human form he asked if he could eat you out with his rough cat tongue. And it took a few moments for him to find the perfect middle ground between human tongue and cat tongue so that he didn't hurt you but once he did you were crawling back for head from him because he had your legs shaking in seconds with that tongue.
Hellhound!Seungmin really lived up to his name because boy did he make you life hell occasionally. A hellhound in rut and a pretty lover near by, you bet he kept you all to himself the moment his pre-rut made itself known. He will have all the time he could ever want to bend you, fold you, hold you, breed your needy holes, and talk all about how stunning you'd be carrying his pups, he will stuff you full of his come till the sheer volume is pushing him out if your cunt.
Last we have the maknae on top
Kitsune!Jeongin a mischievous spirit that lil do anything you ask of him be it mundane task or a treterous journey for a single ingredient you need for whatever concoction you are working on now. BUT when you ask him to use you like a chair so can hold onto him while he plays his games or works. He grabs your wrist to move your hand that was drawing mindless patterns on his abs, right into his pants and tells you if you can make him come before is match is over he'll let you do anything to him .
🍄 <3
something about hellhound!seungmin tickled my brain just a bit to good. idk why, but it did
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Past Due
Warnings: violence; more action
Ch 1 Ch 2 - p.1 Ch2 - p.2 Chapter 2 - Part 3 Ch 2 - p. 4
Y/N´s PoV
Korra´s polar bear dog runs towards her, speeding past me as I catch up to them. “Korra! Oh spirits, look what you´ve done! The street is a mess!” I say to her as I breath loudly, my hands on my head as I look around the street. “Well…technically it was the Triple Threat Triads guys fault…” I look at her rising my eyebrow. Fuck, I have to leave what am I doing here?! I have class! And if the Chief finds out I was involved in this then I´ll be officially fucked!! But before I can react or say anything at all, the loud police sirens coming from above us and the howling of Korra´s polar bear dog, freeze me in my place. Oh spirits…Oh great Raava come rescue me, I beg of you. “Police, freeze where you are!” Three officers come down from the police airship as they metalbend cables, sticking them to the walls of the buildings as they fall softly to the ground. “Cool, metalbenders.” I hear Korra as she smiles. No Korra, not cool. Very bad, actually. Just as I am about to explain to her how screwed we are about to be she interrupts me. “We caught the bad guys for you ,officers!” NO. Korra not WE especially and most definitely not ME involved in any of THIS. I see Officer Song coming from behind the three standing officers. Yes, Song! Oh shit ,Song. Where did he come from? “Arrest them.” I hear Song´s demanding voice as he points to the knocked out Triple Threat Triad thugs inside the broken-up shop. Where was this strong, demanding Officer near Beifong? Song looks at me surprised. “Y/n? What are you- oh spirits… I´m sorry but you´re under arrest too.” I hear him say with a guilty look on his face. “I- it´s not what it seems! But I-“ before I can continue Korra interrupts me. As she takes a step back, offended. “What do you mean I´m under arrest?! Those are the bad guys over there!” she continues as she points at them. “They were smashing up a shop!” Korra is quickly silenced as Song says with a strong demeanour “From the looks of it, you smashed up a lot more than that.” He quickly metalbends a cable towards her, sensing she won´t come willingly. She dodges to the right angrily as she says “Wait. You can´t arrest me, let me explain!” she grabs the cable, and my eyes widen. I try to speak “Korra, wait you have to list-“ but I´m interrupted by a struggling Officer Song, “You can explain yourself all you like down at headquarters.” He pulls the cables back from her, pushing me aside as he strikes his cable at her. She rolls down and backwards, getting up with ease as the metal cable smashes the ground, rocks flying to the side. Spirits Song! Are you trying to kill her?! I try to intervene their fighting, as I put myself in front of Song but I quickly gasp as Korra´s polar bear dog comes up from behind Song and knocks him and me to the ground as we grunt in union. The other officers notice the scene as Korra saddles up on her polar bear dog. Fuck she´s running away. Raava give me strength! They run off and make a sharp turn, as Korra kicks an officer in the face, making him fall to the floor. “Song are you okay?” I help him up “Yes but- what are you doing? You should be- Spirits the Chief is going to kill you!” I look at him confidently. “Not if I catch her!” I run towards the fleeing polar bear dog, using my fire propulsion as I jump, gaining speed. I see another officer in the roofs metalbending his cables trying to apprehend her. As she takes another sharp turn to another small street. People gasping around me as I continue jumping and running to catch up to them. As we reach a bridge the officer jumps and is able to bend his cables around Korra´s ponytail. Fuck that´s gotta hurt! I hear her yell as she raises an icy wall from the river below the bridge, knocking the officer against it. Deserved it, can´t lie.
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@fruityindividual our discussions of bogman rj lupin sparked things in my brain so I humbly present to you 'remus lupin vs. the bog'
He should have known better really, his Da would be so disappointed in him, after all those years traipsing together through woods, fields, mountains, and bogs.
It had been a beautiful day, you see, the kind you long for on cold winter nights. The sun had shone, the sky was a wash of blue, and a choir of birds had followed him on his walk down to the river. He’d been waiting for a day like this for weeks to finally get out to try and track down the otter family, he’d discovered last summer. So, when he’d woken up this morning to streams of sunlight on his face, he knew where he needed to go.
In his rush though, he’d neglected to leave a note for Sirius, who’d already left for work, or check that the forecast would stay clear and sunny. This was Wales and as is want of the Welsh weather, whilst Remus had been wandering about the river banks (shoes off, socks on, feet…soggy) in search of his otters he had failed to notice the mist rolling in and the increasing bogginess of the ground.
That’s how he had found himself, knee-deep in mud, mist shrouding him from any passers-by, completely, and utterly stuck. To top it all off, not only did he not tell anyone where he was going, but he had also left his wand at home. He can picture it now, sitting on the bathroom counter where he’d abandoned it after half-heartedly trying to fix the constant drip of the bathroom tap. So apparating was out of the question, and upon attempting to wiggle his legs out of the mud, so was getting free the muggle way.
He had no idea how long he’d been stuck for, but was beginning to formulate a (in his opinion brilliant) plan to teach apparation to the curious blackbird who'd been hopping around him for a while, head twitching as if unsure if he was a tree or a particularly oversized worm.
When somewhere in the mist he heard the unmistakable sounds of a motorbike. This seemed rather fanciful given the lack of nearby roads however, Remus realised with immense relief that a certain Sirius Black was not the owner of a normal motorbike.
He began to shout as loud as possible, waving his arms about his head in a frenzy. The blackbird, clearly alarmed at this development, quickly flew away. Eventually after several minutes of frantic yelling, the beam of a headlight came towards him and Sirius pulled his motorbike into a hover besides Remus.
“Now this is quite the situation you've got yourself into Moony,” Sirius remarked, clearly having a hard time from not laughing at the scene before him.
“I was really close to getting myself out…honest,” Remus said, sheepishly squelching as he tried shifting his legs.
“I did have a plan at least,” he conceded, after Sirius stared at him unconvinced.
“I'm sure you did sweetheart,” Sirius said, and Remus preened inwardly at the agreement. Already planning his next trip out, to find the blackbird and test his apparition theory.
“Right, let's get you out of this mess,” Sirius said, and with a quick flick of his wand Remus’ legs had come free and he clambered onto the back of the motorbike.
It was only as he was squelching up to their front door that it occurred to him that he had no idea how Sirius knew where to find him.
“Oh, after the mountain rescue, and the Spanish cave incident, Lily suggested I put a tracking spell on your walking socks so if you weren't home by dinner I would be able to come look for you,” Sirius shrugged, opening the front door.
“And you can stop right there, if Padfoot can't track mud through the house, neither can you.” Sirius continued, walking into the house.
“Ah, yeah ok that seems fair,” Remus agreed, it wasn't his fault he found himself in these situations, he didn't think he'd need a map to climb that mountain and that cave definitely didn't look as deep as it had been!
“Come on, bogman, let's get you cleaned up” Sirius said fondly, and they made their way inside.
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Sharing more ocs again it’s my enrichment hours 🤭
Lore for them under the cut! Tw for mentions of self harm and incest (which is kinda there in asoiaf but still). If you can’t handle these topics that’s more than alright! I just recommend you don’t read for the sake of your mental health. Love y’all <3
Allyria Ladybright: I don’t have much on her tbh, but she’s one of my favs already <3 basically her story is that she witnessed Baelor’s whole hostage return/Aemon rescue at around seven years old, and that rocked her shit so hard she became a religious fanatic and was convinced from that whole event that King’s Landing was some incredible holy land. She’s a lesbian and acknowledges it but still thinks it’s a sin so hurts herself as a form a repentance whenever she has a gay thought. She’s part of Myriah’s royal retinue and was super excited to finally see King’s Landing only to get really sad when she realizes it’s kind of a shithole and the royal family are incestuous freaks. These are mostly scattered thoughts but she’s been banned from the Great Sept for confessing her absolutely graphic gay sex thoughts so kinda just prays in private, she idolizes all the seven worshipping Targs but immediatelyyyy starts crying if she ever gets put in Aegon’s presence, so she moved to Daeron and Myriah’s social circle until they thought it best she just… go back home. So anyway she goes back home and builds a little sept in her family seat and becomes a pseudo-septa before walking out into the desert and never coming back, yippee <3
Rowan Tully: Probably the one I have the least amount of info on, honestly her whole thing is that she’s the middle child of four daughters and was my other oc Naera’s former friend/kinda lover? She’s really jealous and hated it when Naera would flirt with any other girl even though she spent years simping for the sexy st. Sebastian-esque painting of Criston Cole she saw exactly once. She gets married to a Mallister guy but they don’t like each other so she just stays locked away in Riverrun making really nice clothes for her extended family. Has probably pushed for her older sister to support the Blackfyres out of spite, didn’t succeed in that though since the Tullys did end up pledging to the Targs. Honestly idk how she dies, maybe I’ll be nice and say she got to he geriatric and died of natural causes but I’ll take any suggestions lmao
Laenys Blackfyre: Ok I’ll be honest she’s my real favourite lol. She’s the oldest child of Aegor Rivers and Calla Blackfyre, and took her mom’s last name in order to push the Blackfyre agenda. Girlie’s charismatic as all hell and has absolutely won support from important figures in the free cities, but definitely has a more cruel side that she likes to hide behind closed doors. A little weird about relationships because she fully believes in the whole incest practice but is also a lesbian so she’s only psychosexually obsessed with her younger sister and is incredibly controlling over everything she does. Kinda believes herself to be the family’s real heir because she’s super committed to the cause and is the reason why they still have some support and when one of her brothers tried to argue that she had him “taken care of”. Anywayyy tho all her connections kinda fall apart once she gets assassinated in front of all her political allies, people think Bloodraven might’ve done it but nobody can prove it so the Blackfyres kinda just…. Brush Laenys’ whole legacy off to the side and keep trying to fight their wars. Rip queen.
#yayyy more ocs! or as I like to call them: my brain roaches ☺️#oc: allyria ladybright#oc: rowan tully#oc: laenys blackfyre#asoiaf ocs
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Rereading The Terror
Chapter Fifty-Four: Des Voeux
Oh gang, we're rapidly running out of living POV characters as you can see. But that means we do get a glimpse into the inner life of the Notorious C(F)DV, a generally sweet lad more akin to his real-life counterpart than to his gremlin-like show one.
Des Voeux is deliriously happy, right off the bat. As well as successfully hunting and gorging themselves on seal out on the pack, his party have spotted real proper leads in the ice with clear water all the way to the Adelaide Peninsula and Back's River.
"Everyone could leave Rescue Camp. Everyone there now had a chance at survival." :(((
His joy doesn't last for long, however, as his party returns to camp not to fanfare but to abject misery. The men at Rescue Camp are so despondent that they don't even react to the eight tasty seal carcasses Des Voeux and his men haul behind them.
"Did someone die?" asked Charles Frederick Des Voeux
The last men standing with any kind of seniority/rank gather in a tent to fill Des Voeux in, all but one of them smoking like chimneys all the while. They are: Second Mate Edward Couch, First Mate Robert Thomas, Captain of the Hold Joseph Andrews, and Captain of the Maintop Thomas Farr.
They've found the bloody carnage that Hickey's party left behind them:
"[the remaining bones and flesh] Had knife marks on them" finished Robert Thomas. "Lane and Goddard were butchered by a human being"
"Not a human being" said Thomas Farr. "But some vile thing in the shape of a man."
The conversation that follows has definite shades of the E10 Lawful Mutiny scene with Des Voeux cast in Little's role instead.
"We have to go after him and the murderers with him," said Des Voeux
No one spoke for a moment. Then Robert Thomas said, "Why?"
It's hard to disagree with them really. They discuss the lives that would be wasted in such a battle, mentioning Thomas Johnson again who - as we now know - was sent to track the Mutineers to ensure they really left only to fall bloody victim to them.
Des Voeux argues first for Crozier and then for Goodsir but the others reason that they don't even need the surgeon any longer - Tom Hartnell has learned enough to be able to administer what few medicines they have left and as for surgeries...
Couch smiled sadly, "Lad, do you really think that anyone who needs actual surgery from this point on in our travels is likely to survive, no matter what?"
That ever-so-slightly condescending reference to Des Voeux's youth gets to me especially, it really does! He's just a wee guy!
The assembled men still worry about predation from Hickey and the Mutineers as well and have some choice words to say on the matter:
"... He sees all of us as livestock. What if he's just waiting out there beyond the next rise, waiting to attack the whole camp?"
"You're turning the caulker's mate into a bogeyman" said Des Voeux.
"He done that to his self already." said Andrews, "But not a bogeyman, the Devil. The actual Devil..."
I feel like that specific phrasing - his self vs. himself - can do SO much heavy lifting if you want it to. You could interpret it as Hickey not just being corrupted but as devoting/losing his entire sense of self to that corruption. Delicious stuff!
The remaining men decide explicitly that Des Voeux should lead the Expedition entire as he's the highest ranking left among them. He accepts this though he vows to continue to consult closely with the other four in the tent where necessary.
Poor Hodgson is mentioned here, in a way that makes me laugh much much more than it really should:
"Technically," said Thomas Farr, "Lieutenant George Henry Hodgson is in charge of the expedition now"
"Oh, fuck Lieutenant George Henry Hodgson up the arse with a hot poker," said Joseph Andrews, "If the little weasel were to come crawlin' back now, I'd strangle 'im with me own hands and piss on his corpse."
It's not long before Des Voeux faces his first tough decision as official leader and, when it comes down to it, he turns more Le Vesconte than Little. You're not going to like this one, gang, or what it means for poor scurvy-ridden Jopson...!
"Here is my first decision as new commander of the Franklin Expedition. When we drag the boats to the ice in the morning, any man who can walk to the boats and get into harness - or even into one of the boats - comes with us... But tomorrow, only those who can walk to the boats will leave Rescue Camp." :(((
#The Terror#The Terror AMC#Observations#Random Observations#Meta#Rereading the Terror#Terror Spoilers#Charles Frederick Des Voeux#Edward Couch#Thomas Farr#Robert Thomas#Joseph Andrews#Cornelius Hickey#George Hodgson
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I am never not thinking about my personal AUs. Which will probably never see the light of day, unless you ask me about them or I boil over into a handful of concept/rant posts to huck into the void like so many frisbees.
Please, ask me about my AUs.
Current AU brainworms (almost all batfam):
The Reverse!Robins AU, featuring Duke as the eldest, Nightwing!Damian, Oracle!Tim, Steph as the Red Hood figure, Jason getting the Red Robin arc, and Dick as Batman!Cass’s sidekick.
The Magnus Archives universe fusion, where almost the entire family are Avatars. Focuses more on the fun slice-of-life silliness of being a bunch of eldritch fear-eating monsters than the Horrors(TM), but also body horror & nightmare fuel are fun.
Low-fantasy Urban Fantasy AU. Supernatural entities are exceptionally rare, and that is why almost nobody in the family is one. Gotham itself is semi-sentient, the Wayne bloodline has a Fisher King style cursed-bond to the city, Dick is highly magic-sensitive, Jason comes back as a Revenant, Tim is a changeling.
Monster Batkids AU, aka “Every monster can’t be your son.” Dick is a living doll, Jason’s a gargoyle grotesque, Tim is a ghost echo, Steph is a dullahan (zombie edition), Cass is a homunculus. Bruce, Alfred, & Babs are still exceptionally talented humans. Damian’s a genetically-tweaked clone, which means he’s kinda straddling the line between the two groups.
Changeling!Jason. Catherine Todd had a little boy with eyes that sparkled like sapphires. Bruce Wayne took in a homeless boy with eyes like soft grey river-stones. They have the same Name, but they are not the same child.
De-aged RH. Jason made it all the way back to Gotham, but never kicked off his big comeback plan. Dick Grayson opens his door to find a very irritable 13yr old version of his dead little brother telling Dick that he’s been cursed & doesn’t remember anything.
De-aged Robins. Dick, Tim, Steph, & Cass went to bust a villain operation a few days ago before going completely dark. Jason kicks the door down, clears out the place, and finds four very fighty 10yr olds in need of rescue.
“If Worst Comes to Worst,” aka the time-travel AU. Robin lived long enough to see the entire family fall. Robin lived long enough to see the world, for all intents & purposes, end. Robin held the line for as long as possible, and when that line reached its end, Robin faced it on their own terms. Robin woke up again on the day Jason Todd was supposed to meet Bruce Wayne, and swore to fix everything that went wrong. The problem? There are 5 different Robins, from 5 very different apocalypses, with 5 very different sets of trauma responses, and 5 very different plans to save the world.
“Perchance to Dream (2, Batbros Boogaloo),” aka “Hey, what if that one episode, but Jason’s the one in the machine & Dick gets halfway stuck in there too while trying to rescue him, basically ending up an intangible, invisible specter in Jason’s dream?”
Talon!Jason. Shiela Haywood did not sell her son out to the Joker. The Court wasn’t happy to find themselves with the wrong Robin, but they made do. Five years later…
Talon!Dick. In which I say, “Hey, you know what there’s not enough of? Fics where Talon!Dick meets Street-kid!Jason, and they both go, ‘Oh, this loser definitely won’t survive on his own! Guess I have to adopt him now.’”
Platonic!ABO. Which is to say, a setting with the usual social & biological rules expected of A/B/O stories, but without any sex or romance. Because I have discovered that the found family hits extra hard, the sick fics are basically therapeutic for me, and I wanted to play with the family dynamics I kept seeing in other Platonic!ABO Batfam fics.
NTT coping. Please, ask me about all the brotherly bonding Dick & Jason could’ve had back in the 80s. I have many thoughts.
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The Magnus Archives:
Archivist!Tim. Yes, seriously. Sick of this only showing up in crackfics, give Tim the respect (trauma) he deserves (desperately doesn’t)!
(please, I have like 4 seasons outlined, please)
De-aged Archivist. Late s3, Jon gets turned back to his childhood self in both body & mind. It seems like it’ll likely wear off on its own, but in the meantime there is a child in the archives and nobody really knows what to do about that.
#my life#mine#my writing#//#Fuck it#I’ve decided to give this whole ‘’pinning a post’’ thing a go because I need this to be an open invitation.#Even when I’ve working on other things my AUs are right there with me.#Validate me#and maybe someday I’ll actually FINISH something (no promises)
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chAPTER 3 IS IMMINENT?? Ahhhhhhhh so excited you literally don't know! I was actually thinking about that fic today, absently going "it would be a real treat if it updates soon." !!
i'm so close to finishing it i swear 😭😂 doing the edit and adding a few things
it's 10k so hopefully that makes up for it being two months later than i wanted
that's sweet you were thinking of it 🥰
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Hob was dreaming of drowning.
Stupid, to linger so long. For once, he’d thought he could afford himself some stability. Some constancy. Lord knew how he’d been craving just a bit of continuity.
Inestimably stupid.
Now, he was tossed about by the river current, flailing for the surface but tied, weighted down, unable to swim. There was nothing truly binding him, not here, but he sank anyway. His limbs were useless. His lungs were crowded with filthy water.
The darkness was absolute. The sky was very far away.
Hob struck out again anyway, a futile movement that earning him only the hard smack of the river floor against his hand, and he opened his mouth, the rest of his air bubbling away, and screamed—
A hand latched onto his arm.
The water lurched and tipped and spilled, and—
—Hob fell onto a hard stone floor, cold ricocheting up his aching bones. Water splashed across the marble in a low wave. Hob coughed and coughed, hands splayed, unable to find purchase or balance or breath.
That hand was on his head now, warm against the cold water. “Be at ease,” a voice was murmuring, a voice like the susurration of summer wind, warm but with a portent of lightning in it. “Please, Hob, find your breath. I am here. You are safe now.”
Hob coughed up dirty water, lungs hot, spasming, the rush of the river current still running through him. He felt battered, bruised from the inside out, eyes watering, head aching, ruined, ruined.
“Hob,” said the voice, now piercing Hob’s wavering consciousness enough for him to recognize it as his husband. “Breathe.”
Hob felt it like a command, like the world was reshaping to allow it to happen, and sucked in a deep, cold breath that scraped his lungs. He coughed it back up immediately, but that meager pittance of air steadied him enough that he could stop heaving for breaths.
Still shaking – from cold, from shock, he didn’t know – Hob collapsed onto his side, chest heaving still, to look up at his Dream.
His husband was knelt on the floor beside him, hand slipping with Hob’s movement to cradle his jaw. And he was just— hell, he was almost more drenched than Hob was.
His long hair was plastered to his face and neck, clinging to his temples and the hinge of his jaw; water dripped from the point of his chin and his eyelashes; his long, elegant coat was sopping and hanging in awkward lines over his angular form. A puddle of water trailed it on the floor.
Despite himself, Hob let out a wet laugh. “Never seen you looking so ragged, love.”
His Dream’s mouth was pressed in a distressed line, panic tight around his eyes – but there was fondness there, too, in his gaze. “Nor you.”
“Oh, you’ve definitely seen me more ragged than this.” Hob pushed himself up, hands sliding on the wet floor, and his husband caught him under the arms, helping him upright.
Hob wheezed, still somewhat mired in whatever… river? the details were already starting to dissolve in his Dream’s presence, though the feeling lingered – that he’d been drowning in. His Dream ran his hands over him, his jaw, his throat, shoulders, chest, stomach, confirming his presence, before coming back up and holding Hob’s face between his hands.
“Did you…” Hob took in the wetness of him again. “Rescue me?”
“You were drowning,” said his Dream. He studied Hob’s face, serious and searching. “Why?”
#hob: *dreaming about being horrifically drowned*#dream: not! in! my! house!#this is like the Angst chapter idek why#in waking dreams#my writing#ask#tharkuun
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Dororo Review
What is ‘metal’? ‘Metal’ is a phrase I see tossed around a lot lately, though its a bit hard to define. There really is no one definition of the phrase, because its more of a feeling than a true concept. Its something that, when you see it, you know what it is. To me, ‘metal’ means fighting against unbeatable odds, triumphing over something that seems impossible, and basking in it’s glory. It’s slicing the head of a dragon, and bathing in it’s blood. ‘Metal’ is not about the result, but the fight. With this in mind, the 2019 anime series Dororo is without a doubt a perfect example of ‘metal’.
The anime follows the tale of a lord in the Muromachi period, who, to bring prosperity to his lands, makes a deal with 12 demon gods that curses his son. He is born without eyes, ears, voice, skin, and limbs, and is left floating down the river, baby Moses style. He is rescued by a woodcarver, who fits him with high-quality prosthetics, allowing him to blend in with others. He is joined by the titular character, an orphaned boy who he saves, and the two travel the land to hunt down the demon lords and get back the teen’s body parts.
Their journey is long, full of fearsome yokai that would make any monster enthusiast giddy. The designs of these monsters are rooted in Japanese mythology, yet feel fresh, like an old dog after a good haircut. They mix and match iconography, creating monsters that I’m a bit upset that I won’t be seeing them anymore, since they’re dead. A kitsune made of flame, a weasel with scythe-like claws, and a beetle that lives in a sand vortex are just a few of this series’ frightening and fascinating creatures that will stick in my mind for weeks to come.
What is most ‘metal’ in this series, though, goes beyond its gripping fight scenes and dramatic twists. Rather, it comes from it’s messaging, which clashes with its time period and the general culture of anime as a whole. Dororo is a series that explores the concepts of gender identity and disability with surprising grace and respect, something I wish a lot of other anime did.
Hyakkimaru’s story is one of struggle and identity. From the moment he is born, his body is viewed as an object of derision by his father and servants. Despite his lack of typical body part, though, he lives, by some sort of miracle. He is weak and vulnerable, but when given prosthetics by a kind and fatherly woodcarver, he is empowered, giving him the weapons he needs to slay his foes. While he cannot see in the typical sense, his view of the world allows him to detect hidden enemies that his allies are fooled by. Where other series would see a weakling who is one step away from death, Dororo shows that strength doesn’t come from your physical body, but from your fighting spirit.
Hyakkimaru is not defined by his disability, though. The series is quick to dispel that idea as well, showing his prosthetics get destroyed or lost again and again, never slowing him down. At one point in the series, little Dororo gets his arm caught in some rocks after a landslide, and Hyakkimaru quickly rushes to try and push the rocks out of the way. When his prosthetic arm cracks, he keeps pushing, until it’s completely destroyed, and even then he keeps trying. Every time he defeats a demon lord, a prosthetic part painfully rips out and is replaced with flesh, reminding us of his struggle. Hyakkimaru’s path may be accomplished through the blades on his arms, but is perfectly capable of fighting without them. Though his iconic look may come from his artificial parts, his true strength goes beyond his disability.
The most interesting part of this anime’s discussion of identity is with Dororo himself. Dororo is assigned female at birth, but for the entire series, identifies as male. The source manga treats this as a delusion, portraying Dororo as ‘confused’, and his ‘eventual’ womanhood as an inevitability. This anime, however, throws that out the window, and gives this character the proper respect he deserves, never once questioning his identity or forcing him to ‘become a woman’ in the end. Its refreshing to see an anime character who identifies as something other than what they were assigned at birth, and isn’t portrayed as incorrect for doing so. After years of transgender characters being the butt of every joke, I can smile knowing that the anime industry is starting to learn and grow in its portrayal of trans people. I can only hope that this is the start of a brighter future.
So, what is ‘metal’? Perhaps the most ‘metal’ thing of all is the struggle against the body you were given ,to fight that which society tells you is unchangeable, something as old as you yourself. This body is yours, but you are not your body, this anime proudly says. If that isn’t ‘metal’, then I don’t know what is.
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"What do you think?"
"...I think you're...very beautiful."
"I should hope so. And just who might you be? What are you doing here?"
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Yay, Halloween is almost here! And my "movie character costume" for Carewyn and Jacob's aunt Pearl Cromwell is definitely a combo breaker. Although all of my other entries in this series have featured dressing my characters up as animated movie characters, I decided on a live action movie villain for Pearl -- specifically Mombi from one of my favorite underrated childhood movies, Return to Oz! (As a side, it was bloody impossible to find good quality still image references for this dress!! I had to simplify it quite a bit simply because I had so little to work with.)
Honestly, when it came to thinking of a costume for Pearl, I was kind of at a loss, in the beginning. Both Pearl and Claire are decidedly more subservient to Charles's will than even fellow Clan member Blaise is, considering that Claire is such a passive and ignorant character and Pearl follows him out of a misguided sense of honor -- so casting either of them as incredibly powerful, malevolent, self-focused Disney villains like Ursula or Maleficent seemed incredibly out-of-place. And yet even more "realistic" villains like Mother Gothel seemed more in-line with Blaise personality-wise, since Pearl's style of parenting tends to lean more on sternness and stoicism ("just suck it up and stop complaining," basically), rather than manipulation and feigned, cloying affection. Even Lady Tremaine, who I definitely eyed for a while, didn't come across as that great a match for Pearl, since she's never been the sort to want to social-climb through her children or otherwise, nor is she the sort to get any satisfaction from her subjugation and abuse of others, instead being much more the type to justify it as a necessary evil.
What really shifted gears in my head was finding a villain that looked more like Pearl, and Mombi immediately came to mind, since her original head has reddish curls just like how I imagine Pearl's, although quite a bit shorter and lighter in color. (Mombi's hair actually better resembles mine, funnily enough!!) And then yeah, I made the connection -- Mombi in Oz may be incredibly intimidating in her own way, but she's ultimately subservient to the real mastermind, the Nome King -- just as Pearl is subservient to the mastermind in her storyline, her father Charles. Mombi is perfectly willing to keep a child captive in a mirror on the Nome King's direction -- just as Pearl arguably keeps her own children, Arsen and Kain, inside the stifling Cromwell Manor because Charles is determined not to "lose" any other family members like he did Lane. And in the Real World, Mombi's non-magical counterpart -- Nurse Wilson -- is a very cold, stoic, oftentimes cruelly dutiful character who still betrays a tiny shred of humanity, since she does actually jump into a rushing river to try to rescue Dorothy at one point and looks genuinely distraught (maybe for the sake of her job, but also perhaps sincerely) when it looks like Dorothy is going to drown. This too is very "Pearl" to me: she can come across as heartless a lot of the time, but she isn't pure evil. Admittedly Pearl isn't as vain as Mombi by a long-shot, but hey, can't win 'em all.
I decided to base the head in Pearl's hands on her deceased mother Marilyn, just as a little shout-out to the rest of the Cromwell line. And well, that kind of macabre touch is very true to the film, that's for sure! Return to Oz overall is a movie I know a lot of people see as nightmare fuel, especially in comparison to MGM's The Wizard of Oz, which it tries to be a sequel to but doesn't match in tone at all. For me personally, though, I loved both films as a kid and I still do -- I like the MGM film for its music, dancing, and innocence, Return to Oz for its real sense of danger and darker, more book-accurate whimsy, and both for the unique and likable characters they created.
Coming very soon: our last two main Cromwell Clan members, Claire and Charles, to finish off these Halloween sketches for the year!
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Can you do a Hanahaki au? Specifically with Yu having it.
(I'll completely understand if you don't want to)
I can't say that I've ever even read a Hanahaki fic lmao (so sorry if it doesn't go the way that it normally would go), but this was very interesting to write. I love doing love confessions, so this was an interesting way of getting there.
Yu stared down at the yellow flower petal sitting in the middle of his palm. He had just had an intense coughing fit and, before he knew it, there it was.
He had heard stories of this happening before. How if a love that you had was unrequited, your lungs would slowly fill up with flowers until there was nothing that you could do until you began to choke on them and died.
Of course, if the love became requited, the flowers would go away as well.
There was no way that his love was requited.
There was absolutely no way.
He curled his palm up, crushing the flower petal, then threw it into the trash can next to his desk.
- - -
Yu gazed out at the water of the Samegawa, enjoying the warm summer breeze as it blew through his hair. He had taken his tackle box and had come out here to do a little bit of fishing. It was always a pleasant way to spend an evening.
All of a sudden, he heard his name being called from the ridge up above him.
His breath hitched.
Yosuke.
“Hey, Yu, Partner, what’re you up to?”
He swallowed hard as he looked up toward his smiling face, the evening light casting him in a soft yellow glow. He was so unbelievably handsome. He didn’t know how he wasn’t supposed to fall for him.
He was the worst person to fall for though.
He wasn’t interested in men - he had made that stance abundantly clear when they had gone to rescue Kanji.
There was no way that he could ever be interested in him - not in any sort of romantic sense.
“Oh, I’m just fishing.” He gestured at the fishing pole.
“Want some company?”
“If you want to.”
“Of course I want to.”
As he started heading down the river bank toward him, there was a sudden tickling in his throat. He tried to keep it down, but it only got more and more insistent. He turned his head away from him, coughing into his hand.
Yosuke sat beside him just as he stopped.
“That’s a pretty nasty cough. Are you feeling okay?”
Yu nodded, shoving the flower petals into the tackle box beside him as discreetly as possible, “It’s just all the pollen.”
Yosuke groaned, “Oh, I feel you there. I feel like it never used to get this bad.”
He kept talking, but Yu was caught up in the relief of not getting caught.
He briefly considered telling him. Telling him that he was in love with him. If he told him, he did suppose that it would wipe out any doubt in his mind that it was completely unrequited. Wipe out that tiny sliver of hope that he had.
Then again, if he told him, he would hate him.
If he was going to die anyway, he might as well live in a world where he was still his friend and was allowed to be around him. He didn’t know what he would do if he wasn’t permitted that.
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Alstroemeria.
That was the kind of flower it was.
There was no mistaking it now, especially not after he had coughed up the whole flower head, not just its petals.
He had searched it up online, and apparently, it symbolized friendship as well as a strong bond of love between two people.
That had made his chest ache.
Friendship. That part was definitely true. He knew that Yosuke considered him a friend - a best friend even. He thought of him in that way too. He did also love him as a friend.
It was more than that though. While the love between them might have been purely platonic from Yosuke’s point of view, it was wholly tinged with romance from Yu’s.
A strong bond of love could mean either of those two things. At least he knew that he loved him - though not in the way that he wanted.
- - -
Yu sat up quickly in bed. He couldn’t breathe. His mind was in complete panic mode. Was he about to die?
He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down a little, before turning his head, forcing himself to cough. After a few seconds, he spat out two flower heads along with enough petals that he couldn’t be bothered to count them.
He took a deep breath, his lungs eternally grateful for the air they were finally getting.
He reached into his mouth, pulling out another petal, setting it down with the others on his blanket.
He just laid there for a while, staring blankly up at the ceiling. He didn’t want to die, but he couldn’t exactly confess to him either.
After a few minutes, he sat up, gathering all the flowers together, and throwing them away. For the time being, he was fine. He still had time to spend with Yosuke.
- - -
Yu stepped out of the house, starting the walk to school.
Everything was fine until he started to feel the now familiar tickle in his throat.
He took a breath. He couldn’t let anyone see. If they saw, then people would start talking about it. He didn’t know what he would do it Yosuke confronted him about it.
He turned down an side street, forcing himself to cough into his hand until his throat was raw. He needed to get as much out as possible before getting to school.
He still had the flowers in his hand when there was a familiar voice from behind him.
“Yu? What are you doing?”
He quickly turned to face him, holding the flowers behind his back, “Nothing.”
He winced. That had sounded so suspicious.
Yosuke furrowed his brows, walking over to him, and grabbing onto his arm, pulling it from behind his back and toward him. He stared at the flowers for a few seconds.
Yu’s heart was pounding in his chest. He was about to put it together. He was about to find out what was going on.
He frowned, “Did someone give you flowers or something?”
He could have cried in relief. An out. He was offering him an out.
“Oh, yeah. Someone did. I don’t really want them though.”
He opened his hands, letting the flowers float gently down to the ground.
“Wow, kinda harsh, don’t you think. Some poor girl is going to be heartbroken.”
Yu shrugged, “I guess.”
Yosuke shook his head, “Come on. We’re gonna be late for school.”
Yu nodded, following him as he started walking in the direction of the school building. Things would be fine for a little while longer.
- - -
“Hey, Yu, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out after school.”
“That sounds like fun.” Yu was already agreeing before he could even think about it. There was no way that he could ever say no to Yosuke.
“Great.” He beamed at him, his smile so bright it could light up the world.
Once school was out for the day, he went with Yosuke out of the school. It was getting to be the middle of fall, the whole countryside painted in browns, oranges, and yellows.
“So, what did you want to do?” Yu asked.
Yosuke shrugged, “I dunno. Just hang out, I guess.”
Yu smiled, “Sounds good to me.”
They walked around for a while, getting a ways away from the center of town. It was so rural and basically deserted out there. The whole walk was filled with Yosuke’s cheerful voice as he talked about whatever happened to pop into his head.
Yu listened to every word, just wanting to hear his voice.
Everything was going well until the all-too-familiar tickle started in his throat. He successfully ignored it for a while, but, as time went on, it started to go from a tickle to pain as it became harder and harder to breathe.
He needed to get away from Yosuke as fast as he could.
“I think I should start heading back now,” Yu said, keeping his voice as calm and level as possible.
Yosuke frowned, “Oh, all right. Is everything okay?”
Yu nodded, “It’s fine.”
He gave him a look like he wasn’t convinced, but didn’t push him on it, and for that, he was grateful.
They started walking back in the direction of town. They didn’t get very far though before the need to breathe became too strong. It was too hard, his vision swimming in front of him. He should have suggested that they go back as soon as he felt the initial tickle. He had to keep from coughing. If he saw him cough up the flowers, what was he supposed to do then?
“Yu? Are you okay?”
His voice seemed so far away. He realized that he had stopped walking. That was probably why he was asking that.
Yosuke grabbed his arm, leading him off the road, pushing him against a tree. He leaned back against it, sliding down to the ground. Yosuke was talking to him, but he couldn’t hear him over the pounding of his heart in his ears.
He was going to choke if he didn’t get them out. It was either do that or die. That realization hit him hard, panic starting to set in. He didn’t want to die.
He faced toward the ground, trying to keep at least partially out of Yosuke’s line of sight, then started coughing. Tears were running down his face, his chest and throat burning.
He managed to get out the flowers stuck in his throat, but there was still a feeling of fullness in his lungs. It really was only a matter of time.
“Yu? Hey. Look at me.” Yosuke’s voice was filled with panic.
He took a sharp breath, grabbing at the flowers underneath him, trying desperately to hide them away from him.
Yosuke grabbed on to one of his hands, pulling it up, moving his fingers apart, and taking the flower out of his palm.
This was it. He was about to figure it out.
He looked between his face and the flower, a sudden look of realization coming across his face.
“I… Why didn’t you tell me about this?”
Yu shook his head, looking down at the ground.
“Well, who is it then? I need to get you to them right now. I can’t…”
Yu shook his head again. He couldn’t tell him who it was. He couldn’t…
It was quiet for a few seconds.
“Yu, you need to tell me who it is right now. I’m not going to let you die. Please.” His voice cracked.
Yu bit his lip.
“Tell me, please.”
He sounded so desperate. He really didn’t like to hear him like that.
“What would you do it you knew?”
“What would I do…?”
“It’s not requited.”
“How do you know for sure?”
“I know.”
“There’s always the possibility that it’s not and that-”
“It’s you.”
Yu closed his eyes. There. He had said it. He didn’t want to argue with him anymore.
He was expecting him to yell at him. He was expecting him to be angry. He was expecting him to call him disgusting or walk away from him.
What he was not expecting was for him to lay his palm against his cheek and gingerly press their lips together.
It didn’t last for very long, just a chaste, gentle touch of their lips. They were so warm and soft against his. It made him feel like he couldn’t breathe, but in a much more pleasant way than had been the case before.
Yosuke pulled away, pressing their foreheads together. There were tears in his voice as he spoke, “You’re such an idiot. I love you. I love you so much.”
He loved him?
There was no way that this was real. There was no way that he liked him back.
“You do?”
“Yeah, I do.” He pulled back, “So don’t ever try and hide something like this from me ever again. I… I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“I’m sorry.” Tears started rolling down his cheeks.
Yosuke shushed him, wrapping his arms around him, holding him tightly up against him.
“I love you,” he whispered, his voice full of adoration and endearment.
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