People who insist that Kanji is gay and Naoto is trans, and that they’re just gay and trans characters written poorly, even though this interpretation goes completely against their respective character arcs.
hazel, he’s always been an early riser & sienna enjoys her lazy mornings, or at least getting that extra half hour while watching him get ready.
sings in the shower.
neither really, hazel might hum along to the radio every once in a while.
makes breakfast every morning.
hazel, to the background noise of sienna grumbling that she’s not a child & doesn’t need to be coddled like one. she quickly loses that stance when she tastes how good hazel’s spiced eggs are.
is the first to think about adopting / having a child.
neither, children are a very obvious weak spot that could be used against them & honestly, neither sienna or hazel are ready to open themselves up to that potential pain. they do have enough in each other & accepted that a child wouldn’t make them “more complete.”
gets sick the easiest.
sienna, though she’s incredibly well versed at hiding it until hazel sees her sneezing one day & the goes into quiet but firm protective mode. she’s promptly put back into bed with soup & tea & tissues.
loves to cuddle.
lowkey hazel, sienna’s woken up more mornings than not with his arms wrapped around her, face buried against her neck & his body almost seeming like a shield between her & the rest of the world ... she doesn’t hate it.
falls asleep on the couch while they’re watching a movie.
neither, if they settle down to watch a movie then they intend to watch it all the way through & a few interesting conversations have come from their movie choices.
is super clingy.
neither are really that clingy, but there is an inherent protectiveness to hazel’s actions even though he acknowledges that sienna is far harder to hurt than she looks; but she does understand & doesn’t kick up too much of a fuss.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
[FFN Mirror]
For @pugsanity. I hope you like it! Sorry for the wait on getting to see the end result of this one.
Summary:
Hazel realized quickly that he was surrounded by monsters on all sides.
He needed to adapt his way of thinking if he was meant to survive the Evernight.
Additonal information under the cut!
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: RWBY
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Tyrian Callows & Hazel Rainart, Hazel Rainart & Arthur Watts, Cinder Fall & Hazel Rainart
Characters: Hazel Rainart, Arthur Watts, Tyrian Callows, Cinder Fall
Additional Tags: Team Bonding, Bad Team Dynamics, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Arthur Watts Being A Dick
17. What Olympic sport would you love to excel at?
I’d love to excel at figure skating. It’s probably my love of dance chucked together with my awe of gymnastics. As it is, I’m lucky if I can just keep my feet under me while skating. Also I’d absolutely freeze to death if I had to spend that amount of time in an ice rink lol
Well if your done with RWBY, I just want to say thanks for all the CinnaBun content. They were all amazing and adorable, you made me ship them 150% more. Hope you have a wonderful day.
6 with either bromance Oghren and Zevran or Nathaniel x Velanna
“Explain it to me again—why do we have to pretend we’re married?”
Aeducan sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose, her face contorted into an expression of uniquely awkward discomfort. “Look, Nathaniel,” she says. “This is your territory, not mine. You know all these ridiculous human prejudices better than I do. You are one. A human, I mean. Not a prejudice. Although you probably have some of that, too.”
“Just stop talking,” Velanna says. Her face is so white her tattoos stand out like bruises on her skin.
Aeducan turns to her. “I am sorry it has to be this way, I really am. I know it’s, uh, not ideal. But we have to get invites to this fancy human shindig if we’re going to uncover the bann’s plans, and, well…”
“They won’t let me in because I’m Dalish.” Velanna’s voice is even flatter than usual. An impressive feat, considering.
Aeducan spreads her hands in the best placating gesture she can manage. “As far as I can see, it’s either you pretend to be married to Nathaniel, or you go in undercover as a servant. I figured the former would be the lesser of two evils?”
Velanna stands stiff as a branch in winter, hands balled at her sides. “Barely,” she hisses, shooting the briefest glance in Nathaniel’s direction. A bright pink flush creeps down her ears, standing out sharply against her pallor. Despite herself, Aeducan can’t deny she sees where the clown comparisons come from. Not that she would say so aloud.
Off to the side, Nathaniel lets out a strained breath. “Commander, are you certain this is the wisest course of action? I am not opposed to the plan myself, but I don’t wish to make Velanna uncomfortable. Perhaps she should sit this mission out, and you and I can go in with another member of the party.”
“Yes!” Velanna says, even as she edges a step further away from Nathaniel. Now her entire face is pink. “For once, I agree with the human.”
“Well, let’s think about this.” Aeducan takes a gulp from her tankard, then stretches out her intertwined fingers, giving her knuckles a satisfying crack. “Who are our other options? Justice is out for obvious reasons. Oghren is also out for reasons that I hope are nearly as obvious. There’s Anders, but from what I gather of high-class human society, apostate mages are nearly as taboo as elves are. I suppose we might still be able to make it work, just adjust the plan a little—”
“I am not pretending to be married to Anders.” Nathaniel’s face creases into a scowl so deep his eyes nearly disappear.
“Okay. Well, that just leaves Sigrun.” Aeducan leans back in her chair, considering. “I actually have a fair amount of confidence in her ability to make it through the evening without getting blind drunk or causing any bar fights. More than I do with Oghren or Anders, anyway. But still…a former Legion of the Dead dwarf mingling among a bunch of snooty upper-crust human nobles? No offense, Nathaniel.”
“None taken.” Nathaniel sighs.
“It just doesn’t seem like the best fit,” Aeducan finishes. “So, there you have it. I think this really is our best option. Plus, if we get in a bind, Velanna’s fireballs and that teleportation spell could really come in handy.”
“It’s not a—” Velanna closes her eyes. “This is the most ridiculous plan you’ve dreamed up since I met you.”
“Noted.” Aeducan grins. “But I know you can do it, Velanna. I have confidence in you. Besides, you really have nothing to worry about. Nathaniel will treat you like a queen.”
Now both of their faces have gone red. Aeducan’s grin threatens to widen, but she tamps it down.
“All right, that’s all I need from you two for now,” she says. “You’d better go and start getting ready. Make whatever preparations you might need. Brush up on your kissing techniques, maybe.”
“What!” Velanna splutters. “You–you think–I am not–”
“Go on!” Aeducan waves both her hands. “Time’s a-wasting!”
Velanna looks about to say more, but instead she spins on her heel and stomps out. Nathaniel follows behind her, close but not too close, after sparing a moment to give Aeducan one last reproving look.
They’ve been gone no more than a moment when a new voice sounds from behind her. “Commander, may I have a word?”
Aeducan spins, groping for her dagger, but she sees only Justice stepping out of the shadows by the side of the room. His face is twisted in an uncomprehending scowl.
“Justice.” She sets the dagger down, surreptitiously pressing a hand to her palpitating heart. “How long have you been lurking over there listening?”
“A sufficient amount of time,” Justice says, providing no useful information at all. “If I may, Commander. As you spoke to Velanna and Nathaniel, I was reviewing Kristoff’s memories about Grey Warden travels and permissions. It seems that generally speaking, Grey Wardens are uniquely entitled to travel wherever their missions may take them, in times of great necessity. In addition, after your recent heroics in preserving the world from the Archdemon, it is likely that all members of your party would be welcome at social events, regardless of their races. It appears, then, that you are being dishonest regarding the necessity of this…undercover marriage.”
“Shh.” Aeducan holds a finger to her lips. “Velanna doesn’t know that.”
Justice’s frown deepens. “I do not understand.”
“Look at it this way,” Aeducan says. “If you take a peek back in Kristoff’s memories, can you see how he felt about his wife?”
“Of course.” Justice blinks at her with what little remains of Kristoff’s eyelids. “They enjoyed a bond of deep affection.”
Aeducan reaches up to clap him on the arm, then thinks better of it. “Which is good, right? The thing is, Nathaniel and Velanna also feel that same way about each other.”
A long silence passes. Justice looks to the door where Nathaniel and Velanna disappeared, then back at Aeducan.
“Their behavior toward each other does not seem very similar to what I recall of Kristoff’s interactions with Aura,” Justice finally says. “In fact, it is quite the opposite.”
“Well, sure. Because Kristoff and Aura already had wedded bliss.” Aeducan leans back in her chair, propping her hands behind her head. “But the path to getting there can be a bit more…rocky. Our two friends need a little push in the right direction. So you see, I’m actually doing them a favor.”
“Perhaps I simply do not have enough information on pair-bonding,” Justice says. “But this seems to be rather unjust.”
“Don’t you worry about it, Justice.” Aeducan grins, polishing off the last of her ale. “Things are going to go just fine. I promise.”
The first thing I did upon getting the shiny charm in ORAS (the first game I ever completed a living dex with) was hatch me a shiny Stunfisk. He is the greeter to the shiny box in my bank!!!!