Summary: Ciel is feeling very frustrated, so he decided to go to the chapel to look for Father Michaelis for some much needed relief. Set during the Weston arc.
i don't understand how you feel comfortable writing relationships between teenagers and adults, especially in a fandom where a lot of younger kids could be exposed to the content. (i'm not trying to criticize, just understand) thank you! <3
I’m assuming this pertains to Asphodel as all of the other relationships I’ve written are with adults (with the exception of, I think, Junk Food Love, which was a one-sided crush and not a real relationship?)
Either way, this will be under a cut because I’m not one to involve myself willingly in discourse, and this is a topic that not everyone is going to agree on.
I understand where this is coming from, truly. However, if there are a lot of “younger kids” reading it, there is already an issue with those “kids” being exposed to a story that was clearly tagged as verging into NC-17 in parts. If someone makes the choice to ignore not only rating labels but also content warnings, then they have made the voluntary choice that they are old enough and mature enough to read what they are reading.
I’m not in a position where I can police the decisions of those “younger kids”.
As for why I’m comfortable writing it… I understand that not everyone is comfortable with relationships as such. For good reason. There is a reason that I made sure to tag what was happening, not only by posting ratings and warnings, but also informing everyone before it developed of the new relationship. The moment OnKai appeared as a pairing, people who were already reading knew that there was an age gap between a grown adult and a highschooler roughly the age of that adult’s son.
That said. I would never consider writing a relationship between an adult and a 13-year-old. But Jongin is, in Asphodel, 17. Where I live, in real life, that is the age of consent. In many places near or around me, the age of consent is 16. In some places, I understand that it is 18.
Maybe that makes me sound outdated, but Jongin is old enough to consent. He is, for the purposes of the law in many, many places (including where this story takes place), a consenting person of the age to make that decision.
From a moral standpoint, this (like most things) is a grey area. But fiction often encroaches into grey areas, and I have done my best to appropriately warn people that we are venturing into that grey area.
If that offends you in any way, I truly apologize. But warnings, ratings, and pairing tags are there for a reason, and I am not requiring nor even encouraging anyone to read this fic. If you have a problem with it, you’re welcome to that feeling, and you are more than welcome to step away from this fiction if it makes you feel uncomfortable, as that is never my intention.
I hope this clears up some of the issues you might be having. Otherwise, feel free to DM me (you can create a dummy account if you’re uncomfortable with telling me who you are) to discuss further.
so how do we think the fandom that is notoriously disgusted by properly tagged non con between main characters and will send death threats over shipping two characters because one has an ambiguous age will feel about the nonconsensual forced cannibalism chapter
Synopsis: I talked about this a little in this post without saying much, but I'll just go ahead and say it: Kanan has a penchant for young teenage boys stemming from his own trauma as a young teen, and when he meets Ezra, all of the urges he's managed to keep bottled up suddenly become a lot harder to control.
Camboy Ezra
Synopsis: A sequel to Commodity, which deals with the repercussions of Ezra's secret HoloNet notoriety after he becomes a member of the Ghost crew. I haven't decided if Kanan is going to find Ezra's recordings or if the Empire will find them and then use them to extort/torment Ezra. Either way, it's going to be a nasty situation.
Ezra would be lying if he said he wasn’t pleased by the compliments he received. He knew these were just a bunch of horny creeps watching illegal pornography and they didn’t really care about him, but it had been so long since anyone had spoken to him kindly or told him he was special and handsome. He was used to being collared by local authorities and struck, beaten, kicked, spat on. His pet names included “Loth-rat”, “son of a bitch”, “little shit”, “sprog”, and a variety of sexual words he didn’t quite understand but knew were extremely bad.
On the HoloNet, people gave him money and called him nice things. They complimented his hair, his body. They supported him emotionally and financially. How bad could they really be? The people he knew in real life were supposed to be the good guys, and they treated him like garbage. They didn’t care if he was orphaned and homeless. They never put anything in his cup when gigs were slim and he was forced to panhandle to feed himself. Old Jho did what he could, slipped him some soup and scraps in the alley behind his tavern, but Ezra was bad for business and it wouldn’t do if Jho’s customers saw him. So he had to stay in the shadows, like the filthy street rat he was, and be grateful for what he got.