not really a mate

Soldier 76: you guys are really close and affectionate friends.

Junkrat: yeah mate, that’s close mates do, hug, kiss, protect each other, give each other blow jobs, compliment each other, punch fascists together, just two men being mates.

Soldier: wow… such a powerful friendship…

Imagine falling asleep at your desk and your mate Alec helps you to bed.

Originally posted by alecxvolturi

Originally posted by boystudy

You had been working really hard on your studies. Your mate Alec fully supported you on it but there was a limit. He called enough when he caught you being up until four in the morning and insisted you went to bed immediately. This inevitably caused a lot of fights. He had recently just got off your back slightly about the whole thing, especially since you went to bed at nights. So when he entered your room to find you asleep and slumped over your papers, hand draped over the keys of your laptop.
He smiled, finding it cute but wasn’t too happy about it either. He put a cold hand on the back your neck, just above the top of your spine and rubbed his thumb into the muscles in your neck. That couldn’t be comfortable and was bound to hurt later.
You were a very heavy sleeper, especially since you began your studies.

Alec slowly lifted your head making you sit straight, your head on his stomach. He then held your head and slowly moved you to the side before stopping to make sure you wouldn’t wake up. After a moment he moved his arm under your legs and his other arm on your back and lifted you easily. He carefully placed you on the bed, covering you with a blanket and pressing a kiss to your head.

You woke up on your bed and rubbed your eyes. You didn’t remember going to bed nevemind falling asleep.
“Owww.” You groaned, your hand was cramped and sore.
“That’s what you get.” Jane said as she sat at the end of the bed.
“No, this isn’t funny it hurts.” You whined.
Jane took your hand in both of hers and kneaded her thumbs into your sore hand.
“Wow, you’re being extra nice to me today.”
“Don’t speak a word to anyone of it and you’ll see more of it.” You smiled at her and she gave you a small smile in return.
“You know, my brother doesn’t pester you to be a nuisance. He does it because he cares…He loves you.”
“I know. I guess I just get carried away.”
“He’s asked me to act the same.”
“You’re joking, I have both twins on my ass now?”
“Yes.” She said as she rubbed circles into the palm of your hand. “We care, (Y/N). If we have to be cruel to be kind, for your benefit. We’ll do it.”

I.

That was it. Enough was enough. She was finished of feeling like she wasn’t good enough for him, that she wasn’t worthy of him. Because, she was. She was so much more than him.

Tonight was the last straw. A charity ball, his mum’s. He held the power of who would be going as his entourage. Obviously the boys, but she just assumed that that included her, also. Apparently not.

His girlfriend of fifteen minutes- well… almost two years but still. She’d been there for almost nine now. Pining over him. Him telling her that she was his and her believing that he was hers. He was never hers though, but, he always made her feel like he was. For nine years people have questioned their relationship - cute, cuddly, flirtatious, sexual tension, but it always got the same anti-climax. “No, we’re just mates, really close that we don’t even realise we’re doing it.”

That was only half true. They didn’t realise how they came across to others in front of others, but it just seemed like a natural thing anyway. But they weren’t just ‘mates’ as he always claimed. They were more than that. She was in love with him. He knew that, used it to his advantage quite regularly. Sex. Any time, any place, he got it. Even with him having a girlfriend.

She knew it was wrong, but, it always made her feel better about their relationship. That, even though he had his girlfriends, he never wanted to give up whatever fucked up thing he had with her. Because he loved her. They just couldn’t be together, not right now. That’s what she had been repeatedly telling herself for years. The timing was off. So, she waited patiently for him, waited as he snuck off for a quick shag off some random that he met after one of his gigs, then came back to her; waited as he met the first serious one- Gemma- and tried to convince herself at first that it wasn’t anything to worry about but it was; waited as that ended and she thought maybe, just maybe they could finally be together, they were older now, they weren’t kids anymore, but it wasn’t right for him, he didn’t want to rush into anything new after Gemma, he was a bit cut up about it; she waited as he spent a good year and a half single and only wanting her; she waited as he met this new one and, again, tried to convince herself that it wasn’t anything serious but it was. Now she had given up waiting. She was exhausted. She was angry.

Yesterday, a phone call from his mum, wishing her good luck on her interview and telling her she was gutted she wouldn’t be able to see her tonight. She didn’t have an interview. He had told his mum that. An excuse to cover up the fact that he didn’t plan on her attending. His girlfriend would be taking her place. Anger. Then, a phone call from him, there had been a misunderstanding with the seating plan, he was adamant that he put her on the list, that she was sat at their table, he tried to fix it but it was too late, they were all to meet up at the hotel afterwards though, they’d all get drinks then head out. He’d get her at the hotel. Oh, she’d make sure of that.

In the hotel room she sat, shaking, wanting to believe that it was from anger but she knew it was nerves. She had sent her best friend off to meet up with everyone, she’d get them down in the hotel bar, she wouldn’t take long, just had to phone her mum. Then, she texted him, telling him she needed to see him, it was important, wouldn’t take long. So there she sat, waiting, a glass of wine poured well over the suggested measurement of the glass, eyes glued to the hotel room door, until he knocked on it lightly, her heart beat racing once he did.

Steadily, she stood to her feet, clad in aggressively high heel and walked slowly to the door, opening it to reveal him, his eyes instantly taking in her body- clad in a satin black dress that revealed too much cleavage and too much leg- basically shagging her in his mind.

“Alright, babe?” He leaned in, attempting to kiss her on the lips swiftly, but he was met by her cheek, noticing how she had purposely refused him of her plump, glossy lips.

She turned, walked towards the cabinet supplied by the hotel, got him a glass and then followed by a small bottle of red wine, Malbec, his usual choice of preference.

“How was the ball?” Her tone monotonous, her back to him, pouring the wine.

“S’alright, you didn’t miss much. Not really yours or my scene.” He was behind her. His breath hitting her neck, making the hairs on it stand up as he spoke. His hands sliding across the satin material of her dress around her waist, pulling her to his chest, his lips leaving soft kisses on her shoulder. He was feeling guilty. She could tell.

She stared blankly ahead at the cabinet door in front of her, not even slightly enamoured with his affection. If this situation was different, she would be, and her lace thong would be around her ankles right now. Turning in his arms, she pushed the glass of wine into his chest before brushing past him.

“Did the boys enjoy it?” Walking to retrieve her own glass of wine, she was hoping to avoid eye contact with him for the time being.

“Eh… they said they did… not sure if they were just trying to be polite for my mum’s sake though.” He was eyeing her warily now, he could sense she was being off with him, hoping that it was just one of those bitchy moods she goes in with him sometimes, hoping that she hadn’t found out.

“How is your mum?” She picked up her glass of wine and sipped at it slowly, her back still facing him.

“She’s good. She asked for you. Said to say she was sorry about the shit with the guest list and table arrangements.” He walked over to one of the one-seater chairs provided by the hotel and sat on the edge of it, his subconscious using his choice in seating to represent how he was feeling- on edge.

“That’s alright, it’s not her fault.” It was his.

He took a gulp of wine and wiped his stained lips with the back of his hand, a habit of his she was constantly nipping at him about. He watched her as she swirled her rose wine in the glass, still not looking at him. Her posture relaxed in the opposite arm chair, legs crossed, dress hitched up slightly more due to her seated position, her other hand –free of the glass of wine- hanging lazily off of the arm rest.

It was silent as they sipped at each of their glasses, her still not looking at him, him watching her, anticipating her next move. She was too quiet, too nonchalant. Something was wrong.

“Are you pissed off with me or something, Pix?” He purposely used one of the nicknames he had given her many years ago, now a normal thing for everyone to call her ‘Pixie’, ‘Tink’ or ‘Minnie’. Pixie because she was small, like a fair as he would sometimes say, and it added to her cute, shy, sensitive side that she sometimes portrayed around him, Tink to correlate with the ‘small’ attribute and also with ‘Minnie’ as she loved Disney, thus, her love for Tinkerbell and Minnie Mouse.

“No.” Her pitch increasing, her tone too sweet. He knew that she either was pissed off or that she was looking for something.

“Right… we should go then.” Standing, he finished off his glass of wine in a few, large gulps and turned to make his way towards the door. “Everyone’s down stairs and they’ll be wondering-“

“It’s just, I found something really funny and thought I’d share with you.” She giggled deviously. “Since we share everything with each other.” When he turned back around with a confused expression, she was now looking at him, he though, for the first time since he got up to the room. He also thought that she was being sarcastic.

“So up until yesterday,” She sat up, sitting her glass on the table again, with some force, and clasped her hands in her crossed legs. “I was under the impression that I was invited to a charity ball, not because you yourself had mentioned it to me, but because your mother, the host of said charity ball had asked me a couple of weeks back if I was attending. I recall telling her that you hadn’t told me anything about it but I would definitely be there, and then, you know, we had the usual chit chat. So I mentioned it to you and you said that you forgot to tell me, blah, blah, blah. And then– this is the funny bit, you’ll like this.” She giggled again and readjusted herself. He had an idea where this was going.

“I got a phone call, yesterday, from your mum. Telling me she was sorry that I couldn’t make it but wished me luck on my interview and said that we need to get a catch up soon so I agreed and thanked her for her well wishes for my interview. But…” She squinted her face as though to be racking her brain in deep thought. “… I didn’t have an interview. And if I did, clearly you seemed to have more knowledge about it than me.” She watched as his face contorted into a form of alarm, his mouth slightly agape. For the first time in his life- speechless.

“Oh but it gets even better.” Standing from the seat with a small bounce that made him take a step back in reflex, she walked over to the cabinet again and brought out the already opened bottle of rose that she had opened earlier and then sat back down, purposely pushing out her cleavage by folding her arm under her breasts as she poured the wine into her glass. “So after that –shall I say –odd phone call, I get another one… from you.” Gesturing the glass to him before raising it to her lips and sipping. “Informing me that there was some sort of mix up with the table setting and that you had specifically said that I was to be at this ball and sat at your assigned table, but something had happened and that information didn’t seem to register in some ‘idiot’s’ head, therefore, no more invite for me.” She cocked her head to the side in hopes to look innocent and confused, but he was on to her and knew where she was going with this. “S’bit weird, innit?”

Helloooooo. Started something new again, got a lot written for this so far, so here’s a little taste, see if anyone likes it or not. Enjoy!

@deathdaydungeon replied to your post “Sad conclusion after today - I really have no strength of mind, and…”

Mate :( <3

Thank you :) I feel I’m being a bit over dramatic, though, as it’s about what I see in other people’s asks when they answer them and yet it still upsets me. I’ve never really had anonymous messages enabled since my first day at tumblr. I can deal with hatred, but not with anonymous one.

Soulmate AU Story Ideas

Because I am complete trash for Soulmate AUs, I decided to try and make a post about them. Hope you guys like it! ♥

✖ Soulmate AUs involving measurement

[ Time // Countdown ]

  • Where for whatever reason, your clock is stuck/frozen/it’s not counting down anymore but it hasn’t reached 00:00:00:00 yet and you’re freaking out because this hasn’t happened to anyone before.
  • Reverse one where the clock starts at 00:00:00:00 from the moment you’re born and stops counting the moment you meet your soulmate, so it’s like a reminder that “It took me 19 years, 11 months, 20 hours, and 13 seconds to meet you, you fuck, and you do it by spilling coffee on me, thanks, now my laptop’s broken—what, you’re buying me a new one? Okay.”
  • Your soulmate clock is actually a countdown of how long your soulmate has left to live and holy shit you have to find your soulmate soon because your clock says you have three months left (for angst maybe).
  • Alternate version of above where your clock is a countdown of how long you and your soulmate have left to find each other or else you both will die because the universe is sadistic af—and if you find your soulmate you get to live longer.
  • Another alternate version of above where you and your soulmate’s clocks have each other’s life spans on it but you can give your time to your soulmate if you want to so they can live longer. Again, because the universe is sadistic af.
  • The soulmate clock is actually something breakable and you accidentally break yours or vice versa.
  • Alternate version of above where someone purposely breaks their soulmate clock so they can be with someone they fell in love with that isn’t their soulmate/they are strongly opposed to the whole soulmate idea and want to defy the system.
  • Your clock is counting down too fast (as opposed to everyone else’s) and you have no idea what’s going on anymore.
  • It’s been a busy week and after finally having some time to yourself, you just happened to look at your soulmate clock and see that it’s already at 00:00:00:00 and you don’t know when that happened because you don’t religiously check your clock either.
  • Your soulmate clock is actually telling you what time it is where your soulmate is currently at (could include AM/PM/time zones or not, for example 3:46:31 MDT).
  • I already wrote something similar to this but a countdown au where your soulmate has died and you two still happen to meet each other (one is a ghost, one is alive) and the other finds peace after the meeting.

[ Distance ]

  • Where you actually have a compass instead of a clock, and it leads you to where your soulmate should be.

✖ Soulmate AUs involving colors

[ Eyes ]

  • Reverse colors AU where you can see in color but once you meet/marry your soulmate your world turns black and white, this is how people can tell that married couples really love each other because they’re willing to give up a world of colors for their soulmate. If your soulmate dies you get to see color again.
  • Between you and your soulmate, only one of you can see other colors and the other sees black and white. Like you can see all the other colors except black/white/grays, and the other one can only see in black/white/grays. If you two meet, you’ll get to see all the colors.
  • You can see colors but realize that recently, with each passing day, your world of colors is becoming a little duller and you’re panicking because you don’t know what’s going on, or what it means, or if your soulmate is okay.
  • You can see colors and your world turns black and white but it doesn’t necessarily have to mean your soulmate is dead. There can be other factors that will result in a black and white world like losing eyesight, but you don’t know that.
  • You will be able to see the world in full color once you meet your soulmate but until then, you can only see the world in the eye color of your soulmate. However, you can alter the color your soulmate can see, for example, by wearing contact lenses. Like if you wear blue contact lenses, your soulmate sees the world in blue, purple makes them see the world in purple and etc. And you realize each day/week you get to see the world in a different color because your soulmate is being all cute and would want you to see every color there is and they probably have a huge collection of contact lenses by the time you both meet.
  • Everyone is born color blind and their sights are fixed once they meet their soulmate, or your soulmate is blind and you have the choice to give them your sight, but it’s irreversible and if they die, they take your sight with them.

[ Hair ]

  • If you dye your hair, your soulmate’s hair color changes as well and you swear the moment you see your soulmate you will choke them because you just woke up with your hair colored like a rainbow and it’s your first job interview at a prestigious company what the fuck. Oh, and your best friend just took a picture to post online and wait—what, how many likes is that?
  • Like the above AU but you only get highlights for the dyed color of your soulmate’s hair. If your hair color returns to normal, it means your soulmate has returned to their natural hair color too.
  • Related to the first two AUs—you decide to get revenge on your soulmate by dying your hair the most absurd color combination you can think of and the exchange goes back and forth until you meet each other. It can be that if you meet, you two can dye your hair without affecting the other anymore.
  • If your soulmate dyes their hair your fingernails turn into that color (like nail polish?) and you’re hoping your soulmate isn’t bald by the time you meet because it’s the fifth time the past two months that your nails have changed colors.
  • If your soulmate dyes their hair, your eyes turn into that color and you wish your soulmate wouldn’t change it again because you really like this shade in your eyes.

✖ Soulmate AUs involving any kind of body mark

[ Tattoos ]

  • You and your soulmate have identical tattoos on your wrist about the date when you’ll meet each other. Place and time can be included (as opposed to the countdown AUs).
  • Like the countdown AU, an alternate version where it’s your soulmate’s date of death that’s tattooed on your skin.
  • Where a tattoo isn’t set from the moment you’re born and whatever tattoos your soulmate gets, you get it too and it’s all cool because you kind of like the designs, except you also feel the pain of getting a tattoo and that sucks because you’re kind of in the middle of an exam right now and it’s getting harder to concentrate on your work.
  • You remove your tattoo because you hate the idea of someone dictating who you can be with for the rest of your life and the person who’s removing it happens to be your soulmate and they’re torn between letting you know and just not bringing it up because you kind of went there because you didn’t want a soulmate and vice versa.
  • Your tattoo is only half complete and it completes itself the moment you find your soulmate, like if you had half a heart, you’d get a full heart on your skin.
  • You’re not sure if the other half of your tattoo should end with this person’s words, or that one’s—wait, I think it might end with the phrase of that other person too. It’s just a very open-ended sentence…
  • You don’t have a name tattoo on your wrist, meaning you probably don’t have a soulmate but you didn’t want your friends to tease you about it so you had a tattoo made on your wrist about some name you picked at random because your friend said she wanted to see it soon. And then somehow there’s a person claiming to be your soulmate and they’re kind of cute and sweet so you don’t know what to do.
  • Because the universe is sadistic af, it only gave you the first letter of your soulmate’s name.
  • Your tattoo is like a mood ring, it changes its color depending on what your soulmate is feeling at the moment and you’re not sure exactly what rainbow means.

[ Scars ]

  • The only way for your scars to disappear is when your soulmate kisses them goodbye.

[ Others ]

  • Whatever mark you get on your skin your soulmate gets it too so one day, you just kind of just get a sharpie and start writing on your skin. You definitely didn’t expect to get a reply, but you did. Now it’s five in the morning and you’re just about covered in ink and this will be a pain to wash off later.
  • Imagine the above point but like, your soulmate maybe falls off a bike and you write on your arm what happened, and your soulmate replies to reassure you everything’s okay. Yes, you always carry a non-permanent marker to write on your skin at all times.
  • You accidentally fell down the stairs and broke a leg, oh, and fate must love you because it seems your soulmate also broke the other leg (or something else) and whatever happens to the other, you feel it too (no actual injury but you feel the same amount of pain) so now you’re in the hospital and you happen to meet your soulmate in the waiting area.
  • Wait, imagine the above point but way into the future and you’re about to give birth and your soulmate must be cursing you and rolling on the floor by the operating table or the waiting area screaming murder and punching walls while crying. Also periods, yes periods. Okay, I’ll shut up now.
  • You can choose to take the pain of your soulmate away. Like if they’re sick or even if they just have a paper cut, you can choose to transfer the pain/sickness to yourself instead and they’ll heal. You can only do it once you meet them though, since what happens to them doesn’t happen to you, unless you transfer it to yourself.
  • Like above but what if the pain becomes two times or more worse. Imagine someone afraid of pain, and the other soulmate shouldering everything or maybe you can half the pain your soulmate feels if you can’t handle taking everything on your own.
  • Alternate version of above two points where you can also transfer your pain to your soulmate. Imagine the payback you can do.

✖ Soulmate AUs involving reincarnation

  • There wasn’t a soulmate system in place before, now it’s about a thousand and more years later, and—wait, aren’t you the person that killed me in that back alley?
  • Where you’re reborn with the memories of your soulmate and you can only get your past memories if you meet each other again in this lifetime.
  • You somehow find a diary/journal of your old self and read through the contents of how you met your soulmate centuries ago.
  • Your soulmate was an artist of centuries ago, and currently, you’re an art student at university (or not but you’re taking an arts class). Then one day for a field trip, you go to a far-away museum and you just find yourself staring at what was your reflection, wearing different clothes to fit the timeline but it was definitely a split-image of you, on one of the framed displays.
  • Alternate version of the above where your soulmate still was an artist of centuries ago but you were there too, and you both were able to meet again in this lifetime. You don’t remember anything but you’d be at the museum, looking at the picture that looks like you with curiosity until your soulmate (who remembers everything) comes by and asks you what you think of the painting.
  • You’re sent to an insane asylum because everyone is convinced you’ve lost your hold on reality since you’re the only one that remembers everything from your past life. Also, that new doctor is your soulmate.
  • Your soulmate from the past life is not your soulmate in this life.
  • You become a writer and your series of novels become extremely popular, but what they don’t know is that you’re retelling your previous life where certain circumstances made it so you and your soulmate did not end up together but your soulmate promises to be with you the next lifetime. At a book signing you open the book cover of a fan’s copy to see something written on the front page: “I’m sorry I took so long.”
  • You don’t remember anything from your previous life but your soulmate does—your first meeting under the tree with the broken swing in summer, the way you smiled when you met each other again at the start of the school year, your eyes that were filled with such mirth and depth and beauty, even the way your hands fit together like missing piece of a puzzle—everything, even the gasps for air, the coarse little pleas, the way you stared with a look of betrayal until your bright eyes became nothing but a dull sheet of color at the hands encasing your neck in a vice grip.
  • You keep going to this place, and you always notice another person here too. Neither of you know that this is the place where the both of you had died/first met in the past life.

✖ Soulmate AUs involving dreams

  • Kind of a reincarnation AU where you’re losing the distinction between reality and dreams because when you’re asleep, you actually relive your past life, and you’re not sure if you’d much rather stay in the past or in the present anymore.
  • If you’re on separate time zones, when you sleep, you see the world in the eyes of your soulmate at present time. You see the world through your soulmate’s eyes, what they’re eating, who they’re talking to, the contents of the essay paper they’re trying to finish, but if they look into a mirror/reflective surface/picture, the image is blurred so you don’t really have a clue what they look like.
  • You see your soulmate in the eyes of their friend instead.
  • Imagine that soulmates just have this ability to dream together/meet each other in your dreams regardless of whether or not you two meet in real life. Your dreams could then be like a real-life video game, for example, you two could be in a zombie-apocalypse type of dream and you both would try your best to help each other out. If one gets bitten/dies you wake up and your soulmate is there to tell you everything is alright or tease you how you couldn’t shoot fast enough and then you’d both go back to sleep and maybe start round two.
  • Just like the above point, imagine how you and your soulmate could pretty much be with each other even after you’d both gone to your separate homes/shared bed.
  • Your soulmate is dead and the only way you two can see each other again is in your dreams and everyday your soulmate tries to make sure you know they love you and will always be there for you the moment you close your eyes and retire for the night.

✖ Other Soulmate AUs

  • You and your soulmate can communicate with thoughts and your soulmate happens to be a math major and you really need help with this test right now.
  • On some days, whatever your soulmate thinks of is something you can hear in your mind and your soulmate is currently reading really hardcore smut fics and you’re trying so hard not to mess up this class presentation which shoulders half your mark for the semester.
  • You get to share the same talents as your soulmate and you probably hit the jackpot because it’s the first time you’ve ever touched this instrument but you’re quite the professional at it, what? Shredding? I don’t know what that is but—oh… hey okay, I just did it I think.
  • The Red String of Fate exists, and only some people have the ability to see the strings, and these people can actually cut strings and knot other people’s strings in to alter the soulmate laws. Your best friend’s wedding is tomorrow and they know you can see the string. They ask you to help them defy the laws of the universe and help them be with the person they love even though they know that’s not their soulmate. You know they love each other so much so you help them, even though the person your best friend’s marrying/your best friend is your soulmate.
  • How about like the colors AU except it can be your voice or your hearing instead that comes and goes when your soulmate dies. Imagine how your soulmate’s voice is the first and the last thing you’ll ever hear.


So I decided to just make a post of all the ideas I’ve thought of so far for each theme! I tried to think of things I haven’t read before but I’m pretty sure with tons of people out there, some of these are sure to exist already. I was also planning to write more but maybe next time, my heart hurts already from typing these ;////;)’

I hope you guys like it though and please feel free to add on to this or make these into stories please I’ll love you forever and tag me please I’d love to read them.

++ justfandomwritings is queen of Soulmate AUs, and I’d like to dedicate this to her because she’s amazing and so much more ♥ ^^

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the progression from “no i’m not talking to my spouse” to
“SHIT SORRY I THOUGHT I WAS TALKING TO MY SPOUSE”

Mor/The King of Hybern Mating Bond

A response to this post and specifically @acotarian‘s theory about Mor and the King of Hybern being mates (this got a bit too long to add onto that already mammoth post but I wanted you to be able to reply to this if you wanted??) 

Okay, so, I’m here for twists. I’m here for conflict. I’m here for people not getting their happily ever after. And I agree with people that all of our current favourite couples being paired up and happy by the end is too neat and therefore unlikely. But to be frank I’d rather Mor was dead than mated to the King, if those are my options for things not working out the way they’re supposed to/we expect them to.

Also this just…doesn’t make any sense as far as the whole mate thing is concerned as far as I understand it??

I know there’s the argument that Rhys’s parents were mates but they weren’t fully suited to each other and that means that Mor/Hybern could be bonded similarly but…Rhys’s parents were mates, yes, and they grew distant and weren’t wholly suited to one another…But when they first met one another, Rhys’s father saw his mother about to have her wings clipped and he stopped it from happening. He misted the guards holding her. He saved her wings. He allowed her to fly whenever she wished. He gave her her freedom. He gave her respect. They remained equals. Giving her a house that he cannot reach by magic; that can only be reached with her Illyrian wings, giving her space for herself there, allowing her to have her son trained in the Illyrian camps and educated by her. These all indicate equality. They all indicate respect. They may not have loved each other at the end but they remained equals. Which is the point of a mating bond. it is not guaranteed love. It is not guaranteed happy ending. It is equality. This is the thing Feyre gets so hung up over, wondering how she can possibly be Rhys’s equal because this is the canon be all and end all of what mates are. Equals.

Which is…The exact opposite of what we see in that scene with Mor and the King. He looks at her like she’s a piece of meat, he looks at her and sees a trophy, a ‘prize’ a sexual object. He would do to her what Tamlin did to Feyre but a hundred times worse. He does not see an equal. He does not want an equal. He wants a ‘prize’, he wants something he can display, he wants a toy for him to use. Mor would not be his queen she would be his possession. Mor is already a queen in her own right. The characters repeat this idea several times she is ‘a queen who bowed to no-one’ (And the entire point of that is that she now rules the people who abused her. Which adds yet another to layer to why this is nope) She does not need to be associated with the King to be one. She already is. He would take that away from her. He would reduce her to the violence, cruelty and abuse that she suffered and survived all those years ago. He is not her equal. He is not her mate.

The idea that an abuse survivor has a mate who would be a carbon copy of the abusers she survived is gross. I don’t care if she rejects him. I don’t care if she ends up with Azriel anyway. I don’t care if she makes the choice. It’s not a choice she should have to make. It’s a choice that she already made 500 years ago when she chose Cassian instead of forced marriage to a sadist (and we all know how well fandom reacted to that particular choice….really supportive so they were….) She will not have to make it again. 

And I just…Don’t get how anyone can genuinely think that this is a legitimate theory??? Like…we had an entire book of our main female character being abused by her romantic partner…and the entire point of her relationship development and arc with Rhys was finding someone who gave her the freedoms that she deserved, who loved and respected her, who treated her like an equal. That is the entire point of their story and the entire point of their bond.

This completely undermines that and I just don’t get it?  It’s not a cool twist it’s gross and it’s utterly baseless. Mor can dodge his magic because she is a skilled warrior in her own right  (we’ve been told this from the start, it’s one of the first things Feyre notes about her. And tbh the insinuation that it wasn’t a woman’s skill but a man’s inability to harm her is..kinda gross) and she stops because otherwise it would have meant Azriel’s death. There’s no question there.

Mates can hurt each other. The point behind that is that they would rather die than harm their mates because of how deeply they love them and how powerful their connection but there isn’t some kind of physical/literal shield that prevents them harming them. Rhys literally grabbed and twisted Feyre’s mangled arm in ACOTAR and caused her excruciating pain in that moment and they are the mate-iest mates ever to exist, that’s not how it works. Mor stopped herself from killing him because she chose Azriel, she chose saving Azriel’s life over killing the King.

I don’t think moriel necessarily need to be mates. And I don’t think they’ll even necessarily end up with each other at the end of ACOWAR (personally I’m pretty sure Az is going to die and that’s going to mess up the pairings) but this just…completely undermines Mor’s story arc/the entire point of her character. It completely undermines the mating bond system. It completely undermines Feyre and Rhys’s narrative in ACOMAF.

And it’s just…grim. And not in a good way. SJM doesn’t do perfect but she also doesn’t have her female characters used and harmed by male characters purely for the sake of drama/shock value/plot twists. Feyre’s abuse narrative is handled incredibly well and very delicately. The focus of it is on the survivor; it’s on Feyre. We see the damage that it does to her. We see her struggle to escape the situation. We see her slowly begin to heal and recover and realise that she deserves nothing less than what Rhys offers her. This isn’t a story about abuse as a plot device this is a story about abuse and the horrendous damage that it will do to a person and how hard they have to work to overcome it. This is a story about Feyre and it is about her survival and her recovery, not what was done to her. That’s the point of it. And I also think it’s incredibly telling that, of the 4 instances of sexual assault in these books three of them are with female perpetrators and male victims and the one male perpetrator/female victim is never actually shown within the canon of the text itself. That isn’t accidental.

There can still be a story with Mor/the King and her making choices and rising above those who still want to use her as an object or a brood mare..It does not involve her being mated to a manipulative, abusive sadist who would use her as a bitch for breeding, sees her as a prize to be won and is responsible for the injury and near death of two of the people that Mor loves most in this world. The King can still unhealthily fixate on her and obsess over her and perhaps even come to possess her if he kidnaps her/she makes a deal with him. It could be foreshadowing for that. But them being mates romanticises that situation in a way I’m not comfortable with and in a way that I don’t think SJM would do. It undermines mating bonds in a way that the other bonds that haven’t been entirely perfect (Rhys’s parents/Tamlin’s parents) have shown. No they weren’t suited to each other but those relationships were not abusive or toxic or controlling or imbalanced in the way this one would be. 

TL;DR: Mor and the King of Hybern are not mates. There is no evidence to support that they are: Mor dodged the King’s magic due to her own battle experience and skill and she stopped her assault on him because she knew it would have directly resulted in Azriel’s death. It undermines the rules of mating bonds that have already been set out as well as Feyre and Rhys’s relationship. It forces an abuse survivor into a potentially abusive situation (whether or not she has the power to reject it, if it had caused her to not kill him for what he had done to her family he already has too much control over her and it’s already toxic) Can we stop this now? Please? 

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in which y/n can’t get enough of harry… 

Y/N’s already in bed watching tv while Harry’s going through his nightly routine. It wasn’t anything extraordinary. Quite mundane, actually. He did the same spiel every other person does—the whole shower, brushing his teeth, and blowing out his hair thing because it’s that time of year that’s not very conducive to walking about with wet hair (even if he is in the house, also he doesn’t like getting his pillow wet). Again, nothing out of the ordinary. 

So, she’s not really sure why she’s so enraptured when then he comes out of the bathroom still slightly damp with his towel wrapped around his waist. She’d seen his naked body plenty times before but there’s just something in that moment about his defined abs and firm pectorals that are somehow still mildly soft to the touch. She knows because she’d felt him up the night before and then some. 

Still, she’s taken aback by the sight of his bare torso and suddenly the documentary she’d landed on, on National Geographic didn’t seem that interesting anymore. She’s pretty sure he knows she’s checking him out, but he continues on as if her eyes aren’t burning holes into the skin of his back that she now gets a proper view of as he’s turned towards his dresser slipping on some briefs. His back is just as delicious as his front. All broad and expansive and smooth and the next time she gets him in a compromising position she might just take a bite out of him.

Something about him is just making her feel all the feels and she’s about to create a compromising position sooner than she had anticipated until he begins to pull on a shirt and she shouts out “NO!” in a frenzied panic. He turns around mildly alarmed, but once he sees her chest heaving and blown out pupils his face drops into that stupidly smug smirk that she hates and loves at the same time. 

Still, he doesn’t drop the shirt, “’S chilly, love.”

“We can turn the thermostat up,” she bargains.

“Yeah, but then the upstairs will be boiling, and I have a bit of work to finish up in the morning. It takes too long to cool down. Don’t wanna roast, love. ’S not conducive to a creative work environment." 

Her brain struggles to come up with a plausible reason for him to put the dumb shirt back in the drawer. If she weren’t so flustered she’d know that he was just baiting her, but it’s good to let him have the upper hand everyone once in a while. It makes it easier to bend him to her will, and she really can’t imagine a scenario where this turns out bad for either of them so she goes along with it. "I’ll grab another blanket. Two if you want." 

He wages her proposition in his head before tossing the shirt aside. "I s'pose that’ll be alright,” he grins and crawls into bed. In turn, she crawls right over to him and got him in that compromising position she’d been drooling over ever since he set foot in their bedroom.

Qrowin!Jelsa for @knightsquall and @shinamatsuoka 

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