ok i have a new perspective on "sometimes i think i would've told them already if not-" "oh, this is my fault?" "no.. well, kind of" "i think you can tell your parents you're gay without giving them a list of all the guys you're fucking." upon this rewatch
because no - shane really could not have done that
not because they wouldn't have been good about it but because shane couldn't even handle having one day of casual intimacy with ilya without freaking out because he couldn't let himself want it because he knew if he did he'd want it all
so he runs and gets lunch with his parents and he's snappish because he wants ilya there dammit and he hates that, and no he doesn't want to meet anyone else, and no he doesn't want to spend his only time to rest with someone he doesn't know or even with them, he'd rather be alone because if he can't have all of it he can't let himself want any of it
and we see that with shane a LOT, he does not exist in grays he is one or the other and his and ilya's dynamic is gray for so long because shane compartmentalizes it and shoves it into a "stress relief, tell no one" box
so he absolutely could not have allowed his parents into that facet of his life because not only would that make it Real, which he wasn't ready for, but his parents would be supportive and they'd ask and more to the point, he would want to tell them all about ilya
which would mean admitting how much he wants more, how much he wants ilya to meet them, how much he wants ilya sitting with him and his parents, how much he wants to relax with Him not with anyone else - to the point where he won't even allow himself to relax at all if it's not with ilya
shane doesn't know how to let himself want because he's never properly experienced it before, hockey is his life, he loves his family but ilya is the Thing he Wants so bad all the time and he can't do it in halves
even when rose figures it out and talks to him about it ilya is the only thing on his mind and fixing things with him and making this grow if ilya wants it too
if he had come out to his parents, he would have ended up wanting to tell them about ilya so bad and it probably would have sped things up between them, or, they would've encouraged shane to date other people, come out to the league, if they found out about ilya and shane's doubt about his feelings for him they might've tried to steer him away
and shane didn't want that because he only wants him
so he had to tell nobody anything at all about it, because he knew if he did how bad he wants ilya would be obvious to everyone
Just want to throw this idea (Story/Art prompt) into the community because I'm working on something for it- or rather, relating to it- as well; Revali with siblings. Revali with a twin, or two other siblings. Revali with a younger sibling, or two younger siblings. Revali with an older sibling who MAKES him feel small, who MAKES him feel like he has to do more, who MAKES him feel like he's insignificant. Revali with siblings and a family, who he might care about but they don't in return.
“Aw yeah! Revali with a family! Revali being loved! Revali being teased for being short by his.... aw yeah...aw...oh..........oh no--”
delicious delicious angst thank you This is terrible and you should feel bad
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So say if 🤔 shaotian didn’t have a personal weapon (stele aside), what if 🤔 he grabs a random sword on display in wenzhou’s home/workplace to fight off an intruder 🤔 . It’s a sword that could easily be imbued with magic 🤔 a weapon both sharp and explosive 🤔
Shaotian swings the sword to slice the furniture thrown in his direction and is shocked to see the oakwood table shatter into sharp slivers instead of two halves. There was no time to think about the oddity as his opponent swiftly charges towards him, blocking his sharp claws — and suddenly bearing his dead weight.
“What the fuck?” Shaotian grunts as he shoves the body off of him. He readies his grip to hack of the creature’s head if he needs to, but the injuries on the corpse gives him pause: there are oak slivers sticking out of the body and, from the looks of some of the wounds, buried deep into the body too.
“Huh,” Shaotian says and stares at the sword he grabbed from Wenzhou’s mantelpiece. The blade is emitting an ice-blue sheen as it pulses with what Shaotian knows is Wenzhou’s energy. He bounces a little as he waves it into the air and says with a grin, “I’m definitely telling Wenzhou I’m keeping you, Troubling Rain!”
yu wenzhou freezes when huang shaotian gets to the point in the story about the sword’s kick ass magic. he’s bouncing all over the place, hands waving everywhere as he recounts what happened. his eyes gleam in the dusty beams of sunset filtering in through the window, newly spelled to close the loophole that had allowed this particular intruder to break in while yu wenzhou was oblivious to the world in his workroom.
he pushes aside the crushing wave of guilt in his part of the day’s proceedings. he’d been so certain his wards were impenetrable that he hadn’t thought twice before requesting to borrow huang shaotian’s seraph blade to study how its properties affected certain experimental magics.
huang shaotian had trusted him and it nearly got him killed.
the question of how someone had fooled the wards using a vial of huang shaotian’s blood suddenly took a backseat in yu wenzhou’s mind as the details of the story fully registered in his brain.
“may i see the sword?” he asks.
“it’s not like you have to ask, it’s your sword! of course you can see your sword.” huang shaotian is halfway to the sitting room couch, his words growing louder the further away he gets. he bounds back, unsheathing a blade that makes yu wenzhou’s breath catch.
“what? what’s the matter?” huang shaotian eyes the blade suspiciously but seems hesitant to part with it, even as he asks, “it’s not cursed is it? don’t worry, wenzhou, no cursed blade can defeat me!”
“it’s not cursed.” yu wenzhou smiles the type of fond smile that always seems to slip out when huang shaotian is around. he’s tried to hold it back on more than one occasion but has given it up as a lost cause. he’d prefer not to display his emotions to the world, but the wide, happy grin he so often gets in return is worth the lapse in control. with effort, he wrangles his wandering thoughts back to the issue at hand. “it’s not cursed but it is spelled.”
he holds out his hand, eyes gesturing to the sword. “may i?”
huang shaotian hands it over without protest.
closing his eyes, yu wenzhou lets his magic sweep over the weapon, confirming his suspicions. the magic on the sword is as strong as the day he cast he spell. he opens them again and blinks away the rush of power that always threatens to overwhelm him if he isn’t careful. “it’s an old piece of magic. this weapon is a powerful artifact, and to keep it from being misused, i created a spell that would repel anyone who tried to use it.”
“but i could use the sword,” huang shaotian muses, more to himself than yu wenzhou. he scrunches his nose in way he does when he concentrates on learning a new martial arts move, and not for the first time, yu wenzhou wonders how someone so cute can be so deadly. he doesn’t have time to think on it very long before huang shaotian snaps out of it and races to his side, eyes wide with fear. “there isn’t something wrong with your magic, is there?”
yu wenzhou shakes his head, quick to reassure him. “not at all. my magic is fine.”
the hand on his shoulder releases its death grip and yu wenzhou hides his wince. sometimes huang shaotian forgets his nephilim strength, but he’s hardly going to reprimand him for being concerned. it’s been a long time since one of his bodyguards showed him such care, not just for his safety but for his magic and his well-being and his happiness.
not that huang shaotian is a mere bodyguard. yu wenzhou cares for him with a depth that should scare him and send him running, but instead he only wants to keep huang shaotian closer.
“come on, wenzhou, stop all that deep thinking and mystic warlock shit and spit it out. what’s the deal with the sword? I know that look on your face, you can’t hide from me.”
yu wenzhou laughs, not bothering to deny it. he has no desire to hide, not from the man he loves so fiercely. “there’s nothing wrong with my magic, it’s just....” he trails off, unsure how to say it.
“well....” huang shaotian prompts, practically bouncing on his heels in his impatience.
the only way to say it was to just say it, and so he does. “it was the magic itself that let you have the sword, i had nothing to do with it.”
“i didn’t know magic worked that way.”
“it doesn’t.” yu wenzhou runs a finger along the length of the blade, feeling the magic hum in contentment beneath his touch.
his magic had reached out to huang shaotian completely on its own, had come to his aid when he was in danger and allowed him to save himself. the event is unprecedented but feels right in a way that settles something in yu wenzhou’s chest. his magic chose shaotian, would protect shaotian, even when he himself couldn’t.
on that front, he and his magic are in perfect agreement.
he extends his hand again, this time to return the weapon to its rightful place. “the magic chose you, shaotian. the sword will make you stronger, moreso than you’d be wielding any other weapon. it’s yours now.”
“no way, no way, no way. i have a magic sword.” the words are barely a whispered afterthought as, eyes wide, huang shaotian wraps his hand around the hilt.
the blade pulses blue with magic, happy to be back where it belongs.
