introspection

“Anyway,” Zoro continued amid Sanji’s silence, “I’m not going to die.” Sanji made a scoffing sound. “You can’t just decide that, asshole,” he said, tying off the thread. He trailed his fingertips over the jagged seam, checking for any imperfections. “You can’t cheat death.” “We’ll see.” To Sanji, Zoro is an enigma. An infuriating one, but one he is drawn to nonetheless. For as much self-assurance Zoro appears to have, Sanji has about as much self-doubt. If he can just understand what goes on inside that mossy head of his, maybe he can figure a few things out about himself as well. Discovering that there might be something other than rivalry brewing between them, is something Sanji isn't quite prepared for. (Rated M for explicit language, canon-typical violence and sexual content for later chapters).

Little minifics and prompt answers from Tumblr. Updated 9/23: Garage-Scene remix, take 4000

*Spoiler Alert* Loki receives news of Frigga's death. He does not take it well.

The Clone Wars were an aberration. They were never supposed to happen. Rex and Ahsoka, joined in the past by Fives & Echo, work to use their chance to circumvent the dark plans of Sidious, juggling their efforts to save the future with the needs of maintaining their security in the past. The Clones who work with them, the Jedi at large, and even some elements of the Senate are beginning to notice that something is Not Quite Right about the Jedi Padawan who isn't, and threats loom in every shadow. Some of them, the time-travelers know are coming, but others spring up in their midst without warning, and still others stem from the changes they're making to the future. YEAR 2 covers the events of 21BBY, sticking as close to the canon timeline as Year 1, but with the focus more on the relationships between clones, Jedi, the Republic and others. The Endgame IS Rexsoka, but that is still a LONG way off, though the beginnings of pining will be much more prominent in this installment than in the first one. You do NOT have to read Year 1, but there may be a few blips of confusion.

Sibylla has a fine eye for beautiful things, but sometimes the flaws in a particular material may be very subtle indeed, not easily discerned. Kings must be discerning in all matters.

Jisung is kissing him before Minho even has a chance to stand up. Hot, desperate lips, fingers slipping under the hem of Minho’s shirt without hesitation. Minho arches into him, bows his head back, allowing Jisung’s lips to travel. Maybe he’ll do it now. Bite Minho. Drink from him. Minho’s legs will go weak and his knees will give and he’ll cease feeling like he’s too heavy for his own bones. “I’m not biting you in the middle of my dining room, sweetheart,” Jisung drags his teeth across Minho’s throat, teasing. (OR: Jisung is a vampire; Minho indulges.)

The grounds around the gates of Watford are burnt. The dining hall stinks of magick. It's three months since the tumultuous end of seventh year—one lonely summer, and six more weeks in a lonelier room—and Baz is finally back. And Simon needs to know why.