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the20thangel · 4 months ago

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The Vow

Summary: Request: I was wondering if you could write something with Benji and Targaryen reader. She's like the apple of her parent's eye and nervous about marrying Benji and if he would be good to her. And loyal, like she's very scared that he would go and have bastards or mistress. She doesn't want an unhappy marriage. She's very insecure, and Benji reassures her that he will worship the ground she walks on and she will be the only one he ever beds.

word count: 1.9K

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As you stood before the mirror, your fingers fidgeted with the rings, a nervous habit inherited from your mother. You gazed at your reflection, a vision of beauty. Your luscious white hair was elegantly pulled into a loose bun, with a few strands delicately framing your round face. Your eyes, a mesmerizing shade of lilac, were accentuated with light makeup that made them stand out. You were adorned in a stunning, vibrant red gown with golden accents. Despite the maids' admiring sighs, you couldn't muster any excitement.

On the day of your wedding, your nerves were in a frenzy. Despite your parents' attempts to reassure you, you couldn’t shake off the worry. You knew little about the man you were about to marry. Lord Benjicot Blackwood, the young lord who fought bravely alongside his aunt Black Aly and Lord Cregan Stark during the war. You knew your mother owed her throne to them, and in gratitude, she had betrothed you to him. But all you heard were stories of Bloody Ben, a monster on the battlefield, and armies trembling at the lad's name. The weight of this uncertainty was a heavy burden on your heart.

You were shocked when you heard the stories and the news of your betrothal. You couldn’t understand how your parents could ever give your hand to someone described like that. Then your father, King-Consort Daemon, explained to everyone in the public how he was known as the Rouge Prince, but they didn’t know his true self. He asked you if you believed in all the stories spread about him, which you vehemently denied. Your father was brash and rude when he talked to his enemies, but he was a protective dragon to his family, making sure his family was happy and safe. Your father smiled and said, then do not believe everything about Benjioct. Speaking in favor of the raven lord. You nodded, saying how you would try.

Now, you weren’t worried about him being cruel. No, you were worried about him being unfaithful. Dragons, like your family, don’t do well when people try to steal things belonging to them. You were the same, and you worried that Benjicot would only see your marriage as a duty. Finding happiness, pleasure, and companionship in the arms of another. This fear of an unhappy marriage, of not being able to handle such a betrayal, was something that kept you awake at night, a constant source of anxiety.

As your maids and handmaidens finished, your mother, Queen Rhaenyra, walked in. Gracing you with her beautiful smile, she walked behind you, embracing you as she kissed your cheek chastly. Holding you close to her made you smile and close your eyes in contentment. Your bond with your mother was stronger than any of your siblings. She could know your millions of thoughts from one glance at your face, so she held you tight to her, giving you the comfort you desperately wanted.

“He’s a good lad, my sweet girl. Honorable, fierce, and just. He would rather feed himself to your dragon than betray you.” she whispered, trying to erase your fears.

As you nodded, you didn’t know if you were a way to assure her or yourself into believing the statement. You wanted to believe in your parents' statements, but you were still worried. You hardly knew this man, and in a few minutes, you would be his wife. You would not only be a Princess but the new lady of House Blackwood. The pressure was building inside of you. As you finished readying yourself, a servant came in, letting the Queen and Princess know that the wolf's hour had arrived and it was time to start the wedding.

Taking a deep breath, you wrap your arm around your mother’s arms as the two walk into Godswood, where the ceremony will be taking place. Today was a more intimate ceremony, since House Blackwood followed the ways of the First Men and Old gods. Your family decided to honor the Blackwoods by having a ceremony in the old ways, marrying infront of a hearttree.

As you walked down the corridors to reach Godswood, your family slowly started coming together, each holding a torch to light the way. Once entering Godswood stood your future husband, bringing you a first surprise. Instead of wearing red and black, his house colors. Benjicot Blackwood stood infront of the hearttree wearing pure black with gold accents, completing your dress beautifully. As the Blackwood members turned to the Targaryen family, they couldn’t help but gasp at the sight, power, and beauty of the Valryians.

Your family took the other side of the aisle while you and your father, Daemon, waited for the signal from Cregan Stark, who would officiate the ceremony. Once you saw the slight nod from the wolf lord, your father took your arm, giving your hand a light squeeze as you both began your trek down the aisle, meeting your betrothed in the middle.

“ Who comes before the Old Gods this night?”

Daemon straightened himself, presenting the daunting regal Targaryen he is; Princess (Name) of the House Targaryen comes here to be wed. A woman grown trueborn and noble. She comes to beg the blessing of the Gods.”

Cregan nodded as he turned to Benjicot, who grinned at his beautiful bride. “ Who comes to claim her?”

Benjicot inhaled as he stared at his future wife and good father, “Benjicot Blackwood, of House Blackwood, lord to Raventree Hall.

“Who gives her?” asked Cregan, looking at both a Daemon and Rhaenyra.

“Daemon Targaryen, Her father and King- Consort of the seven kingdoms of House Targaryen of Old Valyria, ” proudly stated Daemon.

You smiled slightly, turning to look at your future husband. He was quite handsome and lean, but you can see the outline of muscles around his body. Benjicot noticed your staring and gave you a smirking grin, causing your face to heat up.

Your staring is broken by Cregan asking you, “Name, do you take this man?”

You gulped, feeling the nerves coming back. Glancing behind him, you saw how intently House Blackwood stared at you, causing the nerves to worsen. Benjicot, noticing this, frowned slightly. He knew his family could be intense and wished that he could glare to ease them back. You took a shaky breath, smiling wryly at Cregan first before turning to Benjioct, reaching out with your hand as you stated.

“I take this man.”

Benjicot reached to take your hand, giving it a slight kiss, gracing you with a warm smile as Cregan asked the the Targaryen princess and Raven lord to kneel. Then asking for the group to stay silent for a few minutes for prayer. As you and Benjicot kneeled in front of the hearttree, you stared at the crying face, asking the Old gods to please bless her marriage, that Benjicot remained loyal to her and her only. After a few minutes, the couple stood as Aly Blackwood stepped forward, providing the marriage cloak. Benjicot removed your maiden cloak passing it off, before he took the marriage cloak, cloaking you with the proud Blackwood sigil of the weirwood tree and ravens. As Benjicot stood infront of his beautiful wife, he took your face into his hands, caressing your reach as he leaned in. Kissing you with sweetness and softly sealing their union in the eyes of the Old gods.

As the rest of both Blackwood and Targaryen families went back inside, Benjicot held your hand firm, singling you to stay. Tensing, you turned to your husband, trying your best to give him your best smile.

Benjicot smiled, kissing your cheek, trying to ease your tension, “I was hoping that we could speak before heading inside, my princess.”

You nodded, biting your bottom lip, wondering what he might want to speak about.

Benjicot stared at you, trying to memorize your beauty under the moon light, his breath being constantly taken away.

“I know our wedding came as a surprise to you and so quickly…we might not know each other, but I’m hoping this coming moon, we take the time to understand each other and what we expect from this marriage.”

You froze, was this it? Was he going to tell you now that he was going to have a mistress in the marriage?

Benjicot seeing your demeanor, quickly comforted you.

“No, sweet girl, I meant that I want this marriage to bring you happiness just like I feel.”

These words confused you; tilting your head, you asked, “What do you mean, my lord?”

Grinning, he brought a hand to your cheek, “Ever since I saw you during the war, I have been taken by you. You are beautiful and cunning. Your sharp wit and fearless dragon-riding skills made me admire you from afar. When your mother made the betrothal between us, I felt immense joy at the chance you be married to you. Alas, though, seeing your tension and nervousness around these past few days, I fear the rumors about me have made you weary of me.”

You quickly shook your head. Taking his other hand and holding it close to your chest, you defended yourself.

“No, my lord, I- the rumors are just that, rumors; my mother and father assured me that you are an honorable, dutiful, wonderful young man. I believe my parents would never agree to our marriage if you were not kind and respectful. I…”

You paused, unsure how to go on the way to ask..command..plead for him to always stay loyal in your marriage, no bastards, no mistresses. Benjicot, seeing you hesitate again, placed his forehead on yours and took you into his arms. This caused you to gasp, having such an intimate gesture.

“Go ahead and ask my princess; I shall not get offended,” Ben requested, staring at your beautiful eyes.

As you, too, stared at his stormy eyes, you saw the softness in them, “I- I only have one request, my lord, which I feel will make this marriage a truly happy one. I ask that you always stay loyal to me and our marriage. That you forsake the thought of mistresses.”

Ben smiled at you, leaning down to place a kiss quickly before whispering for your ears only.

“That is an easy promise. No other woman can ever compare to you, my beautiful dragon-riding wife. I would rather feed myself to all of your family’s dragons than ever think of betraying you. I will stay with you entirely until my last days, living with you, respecting you, comforting you, and fighting for you. I swear this on the old gods and new and the fourteen flames…So much I promise this, it was meant as a surprise but I want you to believe in my vow fully. I ask your parents that tomorrow we have a Valyrian ceremony, blood-bonding us together. Like your dragons usually bond one rider at a time and mate with one mate forever, I want to bind myself to you. That I may become yours forever.”

As he finished his vows, he studied your shocked face. Hearing his vow to you made your heart beat faster, and you finally allowed happiness to bloom in your chest. Giggling, you leaned up to kiss him, wrapping your arms around your husband. Benjicot smiled into your kiss, continuing to kiss you a few minutes more before you stepped back a bit, staring at his eyes as you reached to trace the scar on his lip. You made your vow to him.

“I vow to love you and only you, Benjicot Blackwood, until the end of my days. I want to be blood-bonded with you.”

#benjicot blackwood #fanfic #house of the dragon #hotd #benjicot x reader #hotd fanfic #team black

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writeroutoftime · 6 months ago

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true love's kiss

pairing: azriel x reader

summary: when azriel is hit with a powerful poison what - or who - will be able to save him?

warnings: talks of death, angst

words: 2.8k (buckle up)

a/n: my first azriel story and I'm so excited!! this idea just popped in my head the other day, and I ran with it lol. it was so much fun to write, so I hope you have just as much fun reading it!

(p.s. requests are open if you'd like to send anything in!)

oOoOo

Without warning, your heart began to pump furiously and an uneasy feeling settled over your body. Your muscles tensed up, as if preparing for an attack, and only moments later, you noticed Feyre's glazed over eyes widened in fear. Lunch suddenly postponed, she shot to her feet and ran towards the living room while you, Mor, and Amren quickly trailed behind.

Before you even stepped foot in the room, your suspicions were confirmed as the scent of blood and fear smacked you in the face. There was a brief space of time in which you mourned for the anguish Feyre would feel over an injured Rhys. However, the image of Rhys and Cass heaving an unconscious Azriel onto the couch suddenly seared itself into your mind.

"What happened?" you whispered the words over the commotion, though it rang out loud and clear to the Inner Circle despite its wobble.

"We were ambushed in Windhaven." Cass explained while Rhys reached into the void to call for Madja. "Az's side was struck with a sword, but it must have been laced with poison. One second he was standing behind me, and the next thing I knew, he let out a shout before collapsing almost immediately."

Tears lined your eyes at the thought, and the pain didn't register when you dropped to the ground beside Azirel, hands hovering over his body. The dark swirl of shadows that nearly obscured him from view parted for you, allowing you access to their master.

"Oh, Azriel." you breathed out, only distinguishable to you and his shadows. The later wisping gently around your face, brushing a stray tear from your cheek. You leaned into the gesture, wishing it was Azriel's palm against your skin.

Suddenly, you felt strong arms pull your shoulders away from Azriel as Madja stepped in and took your place, her gaze instantly drawn to his wound. Meanwhile, your family stepped back in fear. Rhys held Feyre tight in his grasp, and Cassian offered you and Mor each a comforting hand.

The only sounds for the next few minutes were Madja's grunts and huffs as she did her best to treat the injury. You couldn't help but cringe into Cass' side as her hands turned a dark-red, tinted from the blood that should have long ago clotted. It felt like an eternity before the healer turned around to face all of you, her face worn.

"I've done what I can to stabilize him, but the sword that struck our Shadowsinger was indeed laced with a poison I have yet to see. Unfortunately, it still seems to be working his way through his system. I can't say for certain how much time he has, but I will work swiftly to find an answer." she explained solemnly, taking in the pained expressions of you and your friends. "All I do know is whatever the cure ends up being, it needs to be a strong source of magic. I'm sorry I can't offer better news."

Rhys was the first to break through the stunned silence. "Thank you, Madja. C-can we move him somewhere more comfortable?"

The healer nodded before taking her leave. In her stead, all of you gaped in shock before Rhys and Cass worked together to move Azriel to a bed where they thought he would be more comfortable. Once they got him settled, you pulled a chair up, next to his bed, a stack of thick, dusty books beside you. If there was nothing you could do at the moment, by the cauldron you would at least help Madja research a cure.

When your focus couldn't get past the first few sentences on a page, you shut the book with a sigh and furiously wiped at your eyes. The tears wouldn't stop, no matter what you did. Carefully, you reached out and interlaced your hand with one of Azriel's, placing a soft kiss against the marred skin.

"Please, please wake up, Azriel." you whispered into the room. "I don't know what we'd do - what I'd do - without you." you told him, praying to the Mother and anyone else listening to heal your best friend.

As day bled into night, Rhys and Cass came into the room, trying to relieve you even just for an hour. They tempted you with food, rest, or even just a moment alone, but you refused. How could you leave Azriel alone in his moment of need? Eventually they got the hint, and slowly, the rest of your family began to take up residence in the room alongside you.

oOoOo

"How can there be nothing on this subject?" you shouted, tossing the book to the floor with a loud thump.

The rest of the Night Court looked up at your outburst, their own eyes red and bleary from the hours and hours of research. It had been three days since Madja first examined Azriel, and even the experienced healer was coming up empty. With every hour that passed, you felt the hope in your soul drain even further.

"There has to be an answer somewhere." Cass placated, stretching out his wings from where he sat. "Someone has to have used this poison before."

"That doesn't mean they had to write the antidote down, boy." Amren spoke cooly from her spot, ignoring your pointed glare.

"What is it, Feyre?" Rhys asked, taking note of her trance like state. She shook her head slightly at her mate before turning her attention to the rest of the group.

"Well...I was just thinking. Madja said whatever the cure ends up being will have to be powerful, but maybe we've been thinking about this too literally. Maybe it's not an answer that can be found in a book. What has been a powerful motivator for all of us over the years? Was even the answer to end Amarantha's reign?" she asked, the group shuddered at the mention of the name of that devil. "Love."

You stared at your High Lady, head titled to the side. "Okay, but how is that going to help us now? It's not like any of us don't love Azriel."

"And it's not exactly a position we can give him." Mor chimed in.

Feyre reached out a tattooed hand and grasped Rhys' hand. "Or maybe it is." she countered. "I don't know about here in the Night Court, but haven't you ever heard fairytales? True love conquering all with a kiss, and all that?"

"Do you think it would really work?" you ask, your tone warm and face full of light for the first time in days.

All eyes fell to Rhys and Ameren for guidance. The two shared a look, silently communicating their opinions on the matter, but it was Rhys who spoke first. "I've never heard of an instance of true love's kiss being the answer, but since when have we been known to do anything traditionally?" he said with a small grin, inspiring a soft chuckle in the room.

"Well," Cass dragged out. "I would try, but I don't think Az would appreciate me waking him up with a kiss."

You rolled your eyes at the general, before considering the impact of his words. "Doesn't that leave us with a problem? Azriel hasn't found his mate, so we're still stuck and unable to break though." A small pang shot through you at the idea of Azriel's mated to an unknown female, but you quickly tamped that down. This was a matter of life or death.

All eyes of the Inner Circle turned to face you. Looks of disbelief, amusement, and even understanding from Rhys, came your way. You caved in on yourself, suddenly feeling your cheeks heat under the scrutiny. This was not the time for their games.

"What?"

Mor spoke your name, gently, as her hand reached out to grasp yours. "Do we really need to spell it out?" she asked in your silence.

"Spell what out?"

Amren, having had enough of the tiptoeing, finally spat it out. "That you're in love with the Shadowsinger, and have been for decades. If anyone in this room has the power to break this curse, it's you."

A laugh bubbled up and out of your throat at her words, born out of sheer nerves that shot through your body. "N-no, no. I am not in love with Azriel. I mean, yes, I care for him - of course I do! I love him the way I love all of you. I'd do anything to help, but I really don't think this is going to work." you stuttered and stumbled over your words, bashful from the accusation.

"We've all seen the way you look at each other, y/n." Feyre spoke gently, her eyes soft and she stared at you. "I think you love Azriel a bit differently than the rest of us."

Her words brought tears to your eyes. Yes, you were in love with your best friend - how cliche. It had been that way for decades, but you never had the courage to speak up and say anything to him. And now, all these feelings were being dredged up in such a tense situation. What if it wasn't enough? What if you weren't enough to save him?

"Okay, fine, you've caught me." you conceded, throwing your hands up in the air as your voice grew thick and heavy once more. "Is that what you want me to say? That I've been in love with Azriel for years, and it's killed me to just stay by his side as just a friend?" a defensive anger rose in your body as you looked at each member of your family. "But you're forgetting an important piece to this puzzle. Just because I'm in love with Azriel, doesn't mean I'm his true love."

With that, you ran out of the room, collapsing against the wall in the hallway. You tried to take deep, steady breaths to calm your breathing, but it did little to help the situation. A few minutes later, you heard soft footsteps come up to your side, and Mor pulled you into a giant hug. The two of you stayed in silence for a few moments, grateful for the anchor she acted as in the moment.

"I know that was a lot to throw on you, and for you to have to admit to us." she spoke, softly and cautiously. "And nobody judges you for how you feel or how you're reacting."

"I'm so scared." you confessed. "W-what if I try and it doesn't work?"

Mor looks at you with a gentle smile. "What if you try and it does work?" she countered. "I think you underestimate the extent of Azriel's feelings for you. And, if, Mother forbid, it doesn't work, then we'll figure something else out."

Her words gave you a sense of comfort and the courage to wipe your tears and walk back towards Az's room. Before you stepped back in, you gave Mor's hand a grateful squeeze then rolled your shoulders back.

All talking ceased as you walked back in, and you knew your family had to have been discussing what to do if you didn't agree with their plan. But this was Azriel's life on the line, and you would do anything to protect it. Even if that meant having your feelings revealed, or rejected.

"Okay, let's try this." you told the Inner Circle, calmly and with conviction you tried to convince yourself you had. "But, all of you are waiting outside."

There were no laughs or jokes at your expense, which surprised you, especially coming from Cassian. Instead, they all nodded their heads and solemnly and filed outside to wait. On his way out, Cassian squeezed your shoulder and nodded.

"Bring him back to us." he whispered, board line pleading with you to save his brother's life.

When it was just you and Azriel alone in the room, you took a deep breath and crossed the space until you knelt before his bed. You took the moment to study his features. His hazel eyes, normally full of life and mischief, now were shut off from you. His skin looked more swallow and the rise and fall of his chest seemed to slow with each breath that passed. Even the presence of his shadows seemed dimmer as Azriel's life slowly drained before your eyes.

With a shaky hand, you reached out to brush away soft tendrils of hair that had fallen into Azriel's face. "Can you hear me, Az?"

The air was heavy as you waited a response that never came.

"We all miss you so much. I miss you - my best friend. I-I know it's not fair of me to ask, but just keep holding on, keep fighting. Please." you whispered, leaning down to rest your forehead against his body, gathering your courage. "Look, Feyre has this crazy theory about what could save you. It's uh, true love's kiss."

Again, no response.

"This was not the way I expected to tell you, not that I thought I'd tell you if I'm being honest. But even though I don't want to jeopardize our friendship, I'd rather have you alive and never speak to me again than gone forever. So, here it goes." you took a deep breath. "I love you Azriel, I think I always have. You are so good and kind, and the kind of male I've dreamed about for years. I-it's okay if you don't feel the same," you forced yourself to say. "but I thought you should know given our situation."

Not sure what else to say, you took one more look at the male in front of you, placed a gentle kiss against his cheek, and then dipped your head down to meet his lips. They were chapped against your own after a few days without enough water. Az's normal smell of cedar and mist was faint, but still there, and comforted you as it surrounded your senses.

You poured as much love and hope into the kiss as possible before slowly pulling away, falling to sit on your legs. The next few seconds that passed seemed to stretch for hours, waiting for a sign, a movement, anything. Just as you were about to sag and give up hope, a loud gasp sounded next to you and Azriel's frame jolted up.

"Azriel!" you shouted, watching as the color returned to his face and his eyes darted around the room.

Those hazel eyes finally landed on your frame, and Azriel quirked a small, albeit, sleepy smile at you. "y/n." he whispered, holding out a hand.

Wasting no time, you grasped onto the anchor for dear life, and the tears immediately began to pour down your face. "I can't believe you're awake. Oh, I was so scared for you Azriel. How are you feeling? Are you in pain? We have to get Madja and the other's here. I'll go-" you rambled, before being cutting off my Azriel.

"Hey, hey, calm down." he soothed, pulling you up onto the bed, flush against him. "I feel fine, considering I was just on the brink of death." he chuckled.

"Don't make jokes like that." you swatted at his chest. "We almost lost you."

"Yeah, but you saved me." he said, looking down at you in awe.

Suddenly bashful again, you began to stutter. "Oh, no, I didn't do much. It was all Feyre's idea, and we all were here helping to research."

"But Rhys and Cass weren't the one's to bring me back with a kiss." he said, and you felt as though your entire body was on fire at Azriel's words.

"Y-you heard all that?"

"I did." he nodded, nuzzling his nose against your neck. "And, I can't believe it took us until now to say anything, but I love you, y/n." he admitted, turning your face so you stared into his eyes.

As the words left Azriel's lips, both of your gasped. This time, however, it wasn't because of a sleeping curse, but because of the taught, golden thread you felt connecting your soul to Azriel's. Your mind swirled with a thousand thoughts, but the loudest one was "mate, mate, mate."

You stared at the male before you in awe, and Azriel grinned. "My mate. My knight in shining armor." he teased, then leaned down to capture your lips once more.

This time, the kiss sent butterflies to your stomach and you revealed in the feeling of Azriel's strong arms around your body. His kiss was long and unhurried, as though you had all the time in the world to explore. And as you kissed him back, you found yourself giddy at the thought of the rest of your immortal life with Azriel.

It was only when the doors had been thrown open and the rest of your family came stumbling in did you and Azriel pull apart. The two of you looked at each other, then busted out laughing at the shocked faces of your family.

"It worked!"

"You're awake."

"The two of you are mates?!"

Their voices all overlapped, and you felt Az sigh against you, hugging you close. Yes, your family was a lot, but they meant well. And now, you could live happily ever after.

oOoOo

a/n: ahh, I'm pretty impressed by how quickly this went from an idea to a story! kinda feel like I rushed the end, but oh well! hope you enjoyed!

#azriel x reader #azriel imagine #acotar azriel x reader #acotar x reader #acotar imagine #rita writes

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syrma-sensei · 13 days ago

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Pairing: Kyōraku Shunsui x Wife!reader.

Rating: Mature.

Warnings: Angst, couple fighting...

Word Count: 850.

Summary: You find about the very thing Shunsui doesn't want you to know about.

“How dare you!”

You catch your husband in the grand library of the First Squad quarters. His back is hunched forward, head bending over the book he's reading.

While you're simmering with anger, he lets out an elongated sigh that's weighed with burden. You can see that as Shunsui glances over at you from his spot. You almost feel bad for him. Well, you do. But after you heard from a reliable source what's been on the table with Central 46 and him, rage soused in your body. You didn't want to believe, but here he is, not saying a single word to deny it.

“So you have heard…” Shunsui says, raising his head up from the book, casting his away for a moment, “Words do travel fast from Central 46. Beats me.”

“Is it true?” Your voice weakens in implorement. Just say no, please, you think. But when he doesn't answer you push it, “Shun, please, tell me it's not true.”

He sighs again, he spent the past hours contemplating over how he should deliver you the news. Although he saw this coming, he couldn't conceal the waver in his tone, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. It is true.”

The sight of tears well up in your eyes stabs him in his chest. With a blink of an eye, you feel his warmth enshrouds you, his large arms encircle you into his hold, and you lean into his chest out of habit.

“He killed my father, Shun…” You sniffle softly, “How could you do that?”

A painful twang sears through his heart. You've never been mad at him until now. He'll have this as a stigma for the rest of his life. He kisses the crown of your head to console you.

“I know, baby, I know…” He tries to comfort you, patting your back with his gentle hand, “I’m sorry I have to put you through this. But we need Aizen Sōsuke to win.”

You wince at the mention of your father's killer. You're a daughter of a member of the former Central 46 before Aizen massacred them all.

You shake your head relentlessly, “We don't!”

“My love, please, try to understand—”

“We don't need that rogue kinslayer.” You say stubbornly.

He sighs again. There's no way convincing you with reason, is there? Reluctantly, Shunsui wears the new Head Captain of The Gotei Thirteen's mask.

“It’s my job to ensure our victory, my love,” He grimaces at his own tone, he never spoke to you as such, “I’m terribly sorry, but the Central 46 has already given me their blessing to embark on unsealing him.”

You push him away, your body already yearns to his warmth around it again. Shunsui has always been your rock, your home. It goes against your nature to push him away like that. But he left you with no choice; the fact your father's killer will be breathing the same air as you thanks to your husband's efforts sends to the edge. Rage, frustration, and disappointment overwhelm you, and you cry harder. You wish you were a shinigami like your husband, maybe in that case he wouldn't be needing that bastard's help.

You glance up at him, your hand is flat on his bare chest. You can feel it, there's a change in his reiatsu. Something alien in his chest. Your eyes widen in realisation.

Your voice is wary. “Kyōraku Shunsui—”

His hands swipe up on your shoulders, “I need your blessing, wife.” He smiles ruefully, “I can't go against the enemy knowing my beautiful wife is angry with me.”

Your lips crack into a small smile through your tears. “Shunsui you can't fool me with words. I'm your wife.”

He smiles sadly, “I can't, can I?”

You flick your thumb to his chest and ease away the glamour that hides the X mark on his chest. Your heart wrings.

“What did you do?” You sniffle again, stroking the mark softly with your hands, “Why are you so gluttonous for punishment?”

“I’m not eager to see him either, believe me,” Shunsui chuckles humourlessly, “One must always be on their full guard when it involves Aizen Sōsuke.”

“What if… what if…” He kills you too, you wanted to say, but instead, “What if he harms you?” You reason, “You’re the Head Captain now, the Gotei Thirteen can't afford to lose another one.”

“It must be me, my love.” He sighs, “It was my idea…” Please, do not hate me.

Your tears pour down your cheeks, “Shunsui… I lost my lord father. I don't want to lose my lord husband too.”

“You won't. I promise.” He says, patting your head.

You both hear a knock on the library's door.

“Pardon me, Head Captain,” A member of the onmitsukidō is bowing at the entrance, “But it is time.”

You hug your husband, burying your face in his chest, “Please, don't leave me…” Your cries are muffled by his skin.

He leans in and kisses the top of your head, “I’ll be back in no time, I promise.”

Then, along with that soldier, he disappears from the library. Leaving you with a broken promise, and an honourable lie.

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dead-boys-club · 5 months ago

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† deserving : various.

❥ scenario: 'i don't deserve you.' ❥ no triggers; not rated. just shittily written. ❥ i don't have any beta readers - you get what you get. yes, i switch between names. ❥ this was a request ❥ included: izuku, bakugo, kirishima, shinso, hawks, dabi, shigraki, toga.

izuku would be a little taken aback at first and then concerned, maybe confused. upon hearing the words, he'd have to take a second to figure out how to approach it.

reaching out, izuku gently collected the hands of his lover, eyes full of determination. 'why.. would you think that?' he asks softly, the concern evident in his tone. 'you mean everything to me.. i couldn't even begin to think of a life without you. you're perfect.'

'deserving..' he mumbled the world, shaking his head a tiny bit. 'what even.. makes a person deserving to be with another?'

pulling them into his arms, something he hoped would be comforting, he whispered; 'we are partners, we're supposed to support each other and.. and, i think it's silly to think you could be deserving. if anything, you deserve the world.. happiness and i'm here for you, to remind you of that every single day. hopefully for the rest of our lives.'

he's going to be agitated right off the bat, kind of pissed off that you'd think of yourself in such a way. however, he would feel a wave of protectiveness and like it was his job to make sure you didn't have those thoughts. he knew being with him could be rough but he never expected to fail so miserably.

'don't be stupid,' he almost hissed, jaw clenching. 'you think i would be with someone not worthy of my time? hell no, that's ridiculous.' his arms crossed, studying his lover for a moment. 'what asshole put that thought in your head?'

taking a step close, his brow furrowed and part of him knew he needed to take careful consideration with his words. 'don't let this go to your head or anything but you're strong, resilient.. you make me better, too. you deserve everything and it pisses me off that you can't see that. but if you can't, i guess it's my job to show and remind you every damn day, you got that?'

'c'mere.' bakugo's comfort sometimes came with gruffness and tough love but he had his softer moments. hearing his lover say such things would bring out his ability to speak calmer, wanting to soothe but also, just briefly, doubting himself.

'ya' gotta stop doubting yourself, dumbass. you're perfect to me, understand?'

he would get a little upset at first but like any other time you were feeling down. he would do his best to lift your spirits.

'deserve me? hey, that's not true - if anything, i don't deserve you!' his hands would be on their cheeks, expression soft and holding a tiny reassuring smile. 'you're amazing, anyone would be lucky to have you.'

leaning close, he'd bump their noses together. 'what would make you think that, huh? did someone say something to you? do i need to go talk to them?' he would be quick to find the source and try to stomp it out before it got worse but it would be a thought he put aside for the time being.

shaking that off, he'd pull them close, pressing a few kisses to the side of their face. 'we're a team, babe, a strong team. and, i'll make sure to remind you every single day that you deserve it all.'

like most situations, he would stay calm and would be understanding. he aims to be a comforting presence to his s/o but he would wonder if their was something he could be doing better. would his words be enough? self doubt was a cruel mental battle that he was more than familiar with.

sitting beside his s/o, he was careful in collecting of their hands. 'why would you think that?' he was gentle about his tone and how he asked, but still wanting to be firm, trying to understand their thought process. 'i think you're incredible. you're sweet, gentle.. intelligent, you're amazing and I wouldn't be here if I didn't think that.'

shinso was a little blunt in the way he spoke but he was always just being honest. 'you deserve love, happiness and a good partner who makes sure you feel that way, too. you're worth more than you give yourself credit for and i'll spend all of my days showing you that.'

pulling them into a hug with an arm around their shoulders. 'you are and always will be perfect to me,' he assured, 'i'm not going anywhere and i never will.. not willingly. we're in this together until the end.. and when you don't believe in yourself, i will.'

keigo would have a mixed response of concern but he would do his best not to startle with becoming serious about it so suddenly.

there would be a playful glint to his gaze despite the way he studied his lover. 'what's got you saying something like that?' he'd ask with a raised brow, reaching to brush his knuckles against their cheek. 'you know that you're my anchor, right? keep me grounded 'n all.'

with a small grin, he pulled them into a hug, wings closing in like a comforting cocoon. 'you're my rock, sunshine. i wouldn't be half the person i am right now if it weren't for you. you deserve the world and i plan on giving that to you.'

sighing in an over dramatic manner, he'd press a kiss to their head. 'if you can't see how perfect you are, i'll just keep reminding you til you can.'

toya's reaction would be something that would surprise even partner, who half expected him to agree. he'd be blunt about it but he'd still show a bit of concern.. in his own special way.

'you don't what now?' he'd ask, looking at them with an unreadable expression, one that slowly shifted into something more serious. 'you're gonna look at.. me and say some shit like that? if you're going to say you don't deserve something like this, you really need to get your shit together.' he was almost amused, staring at them as if they were crazier than even him. 'you're the best thing that's happened to me and i don't just throw around words like that.' he'd look away, feel the tiniest bit awkward with his own words.

it would take a second for him not to roll his eyes, taking how you felt into consideration before he was stepping closer, reaching to touch their cheek. 'i don't really know what i'm supposed to say right now, but if you didn't deserve me, we wouldn't be standing here.'

he hesitated before pulling them by their upper arm into a somewhat rough hug, though somehow still comforting enough. 'you are deserving, i guess, and i'll burn any fucker who says otherwise, how's that?'

he would be visibly bothered by his s/o's self doubt. he would find himself sifting through raw emotions to offer even a sliver of support. it wasn't like he had a lot of experience on the front.

it would take a few seconds for him to find the words, hands twitching as he felt as though nothing he said would really matter. 'why..?' he'd begin to ask, tone strained. 'you're the only one keeping me sane.' it was almost a surprise to himself that he was able to get such words out.

his gaze dropped to their hands before taking one, being careful not to cause any harm. 'what you've done, what.. you've seen..? you've seen me at my worst and you're still.. here,' he paused, shifting his weight and keeping his attention on their now mostly linked fingers. 'that means more than you think - it means everything.'

'you deserve more than i can think to give.' mumbling weakly, he was slow and hesitant to pull them into a hug, still not used to the affectionate side of their relationship. 'don't ever doubt your worth to me.'

she would become very passionate, immediately needing to do whatever it took to change her s/o's mind.

'what?' her head would tilt, blinking a few times. 'you're perfect to me! wait - for me, too!' her voice would be laced with confusion, though enthusiastic to make them feel better.

she would move quickly to wrap them up in her arms, tight and nuzzling into their cheek as she smiled. 'you've made me so happy! you're so amazing, prince/ss! i love you just the way you are and i always will.' Toga began to tear up as she held onto them. 'you deserve happiness and everything else and i'm going to give you that.'

pulling back to look at you, she huffed. 'you're everything to me.. don't ever think you're not enough or deserving.'

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heauxvibez · 6 months ago

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Under

warning: smut (18+)

You be making waves, my ship's here to stay I got what it takes to swim up in it all day I want you to shake it, later tell me it was great When I go under, under

"Roman, stoooppp," Destinee cautioned, her voice tinged with a hint of amusement as she leaned back and swatted his hand away, allowing the soft folds of the bed sheets to envelop her.

On their precious day off, they lay in the comfort of their bed, savoring every moment of relaxation. She reclined, bare above the waist, adorned only in a pair of Pink briefs. He lounged beside her, solely in Nike briefs, the epitome of comfort.

As they nestled together, she nestled against him, her back finding solace in the warmth of his chest, his arms enveloping her in a protective embrace. His hand, tender and loving, found its place between her thighs.

Roman allowed her warning to fall upon deaf ears. He traced delicate patterns on her thigh with his fingertips, each stroke a gentle caress against her skin.

"Please, baby," he begged his voice a soft melody that danced through the air, pleading for her to give in.

Destinee couldn't help but chuckle at his persistence, her laughter mingling with the soft rustle of the sheets as she shook her head playfully. With a gentle push, she resisted his touch her hand pushing his away.

"No, Roman. I'm not about to let you charm your way into eating me up like a Thanksgiving dinner."

Though her words held firm, there was a twinkle in her eyes that betrayed them. Despite her defiance, there was a mutual understanding between them, they had established a safe word. Roman understood that if she ever needed him to stop, she would speak that word without hesitation.

"Come ooonn," he protested with a whine, tilting his head back as his unruly curls escaped their confines of the ponytail.

"Why not?" he murmured with a little sigh, his lower lip sticking out slightly as he lifted his head to lean it on her shoulder. His silky hair fell over her neck and face like a cozy blanket. She pretended to spit out his hair as some strands landed on her lip, making them both chuckle.

"Well, you see," she admitted, her voice slightly muffled as she pulled the sheet up around her, seeking refuge from his teasing touch, "I've never tried it before."

Destinee had been through many relationships, but none had made her feel truly comfortable enough to explore intimacy deeply. Then came Roman, a source of comfort and safety in her journey. With him, she felt free to discover her sexuality step by step, at her own pace. Roman's patience and support allowed her to slowly uncover new aspects of herself, creating a strong foundation of trust and security. As their bond grew, Destinee began to crave a bit of vulnerability from Roman, the deeper their connection, the further she allowed him to explore her.

He wrapped his arm firmly around her waist, drawing her body closer to his. Her back pressed even more tightly against his chest, and she could feel his breath on her neck. He had a plan, a tried-and-true method that always worked when he wanted something from her.

With a low, husky voice, he whispered in her ear, "Well then, let me be your first, baby girl."

Destinee shuddered at the touch of his hand. He slowly slid it down the length of her bare torso, using light, gentle touches to ease her mind. His fingers traced delicate patterns on her skin, making her breath hitch.

"I just want to please you, can I do that?" he murmured softly. As he spoke, he pressed his lips gently against the nape of her neck, leaving soft kisses that made her skin tingle. His warm breath brushed against her, sending toe-curling shivers down her spine. Meanwhile, his hand moved to the waistband of her boy shorts, fingers lightly tracing the edge of the fabric in a teasing manner, making her heart race.

She began to feel butterflies in her stomach, fluttering wildly. The things this man did to her were unexplainable. If she wasn't so breathless and speechless from his gentle touches, she'd be begging him to touch her more.

Roman almost had her right where he wanted her—almost. He knew he had to keep going until she was completely weak, melting in his hands. Hopefully, that wouldn't be too hard for him.

Destinee prayed to God, asking for strength as Roman slid his hand into her underwear. She quickly snapped her thighs tightly together before he could reach her most sensitive spot. Mentally, she patted herself on the back for managing to gain some self-control.

"I told you, I'm not playin' with you, Roman," she groaned, her voice shaky but determined.

She thought she had complete control. But then she felt his tongue gently stroke the outer shell of her ear, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She began to crumble as she realized just how powerful his touch could be.

"Come on, baby, open those pretty legs of yours for daddy," he whispered, his voice smooth. His calloused hands gently massaged her thighs, kneading the soft skin with a tender and firm touch. He traced slow, soothing circles, trying to coax her into relaxing and giving in to his touch.

"Please..." he begged, his voice vulnerable. She'd began to weaken, and her thighs, no longer pressed tightly together, parted slightly. This gave him the chance to sneak his hand in, his fingers gently exploring her sweet spot.

"Mmm..", he moaned softly as he slipped his fingers into her wetness. The warmth of her walls engulfed him, and he felt himself melting the deeper his fingers went. He planted soft, open-mouthed kisses on her neck, his lips trailing along her skin. Pretty moans escaped her lips as she pulsated around his fingers, each movement sending waves of pleasure through both of them.

His warm breath on her neck, combined with his slow, deliberate movements, made her whimper softly. Each shaky exhale of his sent her into a spiral.

But what really drove her mad was when he pulled his fingers out of her. She listened, mesmerized, as he brought them to his mouth. He sucked and slurped on them for a good minute, making sure she heard him enjoy every lick and taste of her juices. The sounds made her heart race and her pussy pulsate. Then, without hesitation, he slid his fingers back into her underwear, the sensation even more intense than before.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he expressed in a breathy moan. The words sent a wave of heat through her, and she couldn't hold back the few sobs that escaped her lips.

As his fingers continued to stroke her insides, his palm occasionally brushed against her clit. Roman, focused on pumping his fingers in and out, not realizing the extra stimulation he was giving her. But Destinee felt every touch, and it drove her wild. She started panting, her breaths coming faster and faster. Grabbing hold of his wrist, she begged him, her voice desperate and pleading, "Please, let me cum.".

"I'm not letting you cum unless it's on my tongue," he spoke sternly before allowing his groans to caress her ears.

"Roman... please..." she begged, her voice trembling with need. She tried to guide his fingers, but he held them still, refusing to budge.

"You gonna let me taste it?" he asked, his tone both demanding and eager, his eyes locked down on her, awaiting her response.

Destinee's exhale was deep, she squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself to be devoured by him.

"Yes..." Her voice was a whispered affirmation.

As he descended, he trailed kisses along her shoulders and down her body, relishing in her small moans and gasps. His own moans mingled with hers in a small symphony. His hair followed above him, the locs also leaving a blazing trail as he made his way down.

With a self-satisfied smirk, Roman dove beneath the covers, his actions swift and determined.

The fabric of her boy shorts strained as he all but tore them off. Her thick thighs were gently but firmly parted.

Positioning her thighs on his shoulders, he held them with a confident grip, readying himself to drown in her juices. He steeled himself, he knew she would attempt to run.

He licked his lips, eyes fixated on her folds, as he blew his minty breath across her slit. With each puff, her clit seemed to harden under the faint touch.

Destinee pulled back the sheets, eager to watch him.

Their eyes locked, his dark gaze meeting hers, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

He stuck his tongue out, taking a large, long lap at her slit, watching as Destinee bit on her bottom lip.

He did that a few times, swirling his tongue around her clit.

Her body froze as he wrapped his lips around her bundle of nerves. It was a new sensation, and her mind raced, torn between wanting to pull him closer by his hair or push him away.

"Jesus... what are you doing to me?" she muttered, her voice trembling as she tried to wrap her mind around what her body was feeling. She squeezed her legs tightly around his neck.

Her juices were dripping everywhere, and he eagerly lapped up her nectar. With each kiss, he slipped his long, thick tongue deep inside her. It felt almost like he was reaching into her chest.

"Driving you insane, clearly..." he chuckled, licking his glossy lips, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

He gently nibbled on her thighs, giving them soft kisses afterward to soothe them. Then, he went back to exploring her wetness eagerly. He really enjoyed it. He felt like he could spend forever between her legs, just listening to all the sounds she made - the moans, the squeals, the screams. He was completely hooked on her and couldn't get enough.

"Don't stop, daddy..", she moaned, thrusting against his tongue.

"I don't plan on it, baby."

Roman gently moved his hands upward along her body, his fingers providing support to her lower back. His thumbs gently stroked her waist, while his tongue moved quickly against her, savoring her sweetness.

He sensed her inner muscles tighten around his tongue, releasing all their sensations into his mouth. Her body tensed as she reached climax. It felt incredibly powerful, especially since they were new to this experience; everything seemed so unfamiliar yet exciting.

She couldn't help but let out squeals as he kept going. Even after she climaxed, he didn't pause, his lips staying firmly on her clit. She felt so sensitive that she feared she might faint if he didn't stop soon

She gently pushed him away, shaking her head.

"Enough... please, stop, Ro."

With one final lick, he kissed his way back up her body.

"How was it?" he murmured, nuzzling back into the warmth of her neck.

Her fingers wove through the soft tangle of his curls, a contented smile playing on her lips. "It was amazing," she replied.

He chuckled softly, the sound reverberating against her skin. "I can tell," he teased, his words causing a delicate blush to bloom on her cheeks.

Rolling her eyes playfully, she gently pushed him away, reaching for the comfort of the blankets as she settled onto her side.

" I'm going to sleep," she mumbled, her voice carrying a hint of playful defiance.

But he wasn't ready to let her go just yet. With a tender touch, he drew her close, mirroring the intimate embrace they had shared earlier.

Planting soft, lingering kisses along the curve of her shoulder, he whispered against her skin, "I love you."

A smirk danced on her lips as she responded, "I know," before surrendering to the embrace of sleep.

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konigbabe · 2 years ago

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NSFW alphabet with König

Pairing: König x fem!reader

Word count: 3.8k

Tags/Warnings: smut; nsfw; praise kink; p-in-v sex; penetrative sex; unprotected sex; oral sex; fem!oral receive; m!oral receive

A/N: This is essentially my own interpretation of what König's NSFW alphabet would look like. | source |

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A little warning before you read this; what you're about to read is my own interpretation of König, how I see him, and my opinion on what he likes and doesn't. My vision may be different from yours, so please be mindful of that.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

König would want to remain inside of you for a while after you’re both done, just catching his breath and making sure you’re alright, asking you whether he was too rough or whether he hurt you in any way. He'd linger there, taking the time to enjoy the warmth of your embrace and savor the connection between you two, content to stay until his body had fully regained its strength. All the while, he'd be checking in to make sure you're feeling good, and if there's anything he can do to make your experience even better.

He'd be willing to go to great lengths to ensure your comfort and make sure you feel secure and loved. Wrapping his strong arms around your naked body, your skin and senses enveloped by his scent and his hoarse voice whispering sweet nothings into your ear. You can feel the warmth radiating from his arms as he holds you close, providing a safe haven for you.

"Geht es dir gut? Are you alright?"

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

König is a true boob guy; he utterly loves your boobs regardless of their size or shape and is truly enamored with them. There isn't a time when he wouldn't hold them, squeeze them, and play with them as he's seated deep within you, filling you up to the brim; but it doesn't have to be sexual all the time. After a long day or rough deployment, he'd just come home and lay on your chest, one hand casually enveloping your boob for comfort as you watch the TV or talk about your day. He'd kiss you and caress your chest, and whisper in your ear how much he loves it, how much he loves you, and how much he wishes he could stay there forever.

For you, it's his hands; not only can he do wonders with them, but you absolutely love holding them. Whenever you lay with him, you take his hand with both of yours, feeling the rough texture of his fingers as you kiss each tip and his palm, a simple gesture you've come to learn helps soothe his anxiety as König has tendencies to get into his own head when intimate, making him spiral and disassociate. You instinctively know to be gentle, to rub his hands in slow circles and whisper calming words in his ear until the effects of his anxiety slowly dissipate, allowing him to find the comfort and safety you yearn to give him, something you've come to understand in the early stages of your relationship.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Feeling hesitant to let you experience his taste for the first time as you went down on him. But as he watched you hollow your cheeks, sucking him off with an intensity that was almost as if you were starving for it, his hesitance quickly gave way to desire, and he couldn't help but release into your throat when he saw the look of content in your eyes, an utter look of desire that shot straight into his core. Both of you were aware that the fantasy of having all of him fit inside your mouth was impossible but that never stopped you from trying. König's moan of pleasure filled the air, and you could feel the wetness pooling between your legs. His release was enough to make both of you satisfied, and afterward, he'd always let you have a taste, building into your addiction. All the worry melted away as the pleasure of his taste became an all-consuming desire.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Following the fact that you awoken König's obsession with blowjobs, all this man has been dreaming about was to just fuck your face, seeing your eyes water and mascara running down as you struggle to take his full length in, your mouth feeling as if it is being stretched beyond its capacity as he thrusts deeper. Your hands hold onto his hips for dear life as he uses your mouth to pleasure himself, your throat feeling the strain of his girth as he continues to pump. His groans of pleasure echoing off the walls as he comes closer to the edge, moans of pleasure a testament to his delight in the experience. But he's too afraid to act on this primal urge, his insecurities holding him back from indulging in his wildest fantasies.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Experienced enough to know what he's doing but had a relatively small number of previous partners - and even fewer of those who stayed long enough for him to find the true comfort of a relationship and intimacy. He's usually more content with being left alone, satisfying his needs on his own terms, not having to worry about what his partner might be thinking or feeling. He prefers to live a life where he can have his own space and not be in a constant state of worry over a potential relationship, taking solace in the fact that he can be his own person.

With you in his life, the beginning was rather rough. You've never heard anyone say more "nos" and "stops" as König did when your kisses turned more heated, when your hips sought his, hands fumbling with his clothes before he caught them, fingers wrapping gently around your wrists to stop your advances as his comfort zone became compromised. It took a lot of patience to get him to relax, but once you did, König couldn't help but admire and be amazed by your sincere and passionate desire to please him. He felt deeply touched and grateful for your willingness to work with him and help him open up and feel relaxed about the situation.

The phrases you'd hear from him on daily basis before were definitely "Darf ich dich küssen?" (May I kiss you?) and "Darf ich dich anfassen?"(Can I touch you?). He would try his absolute hardest to speak English with you, aware that you had only a limited understanding of the German language, but there were certain things he felt more comfortable saying in his native language, and who were you to deny him that comfort.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

König might appear tough on the outside, but beneath the surface lies a gentle giant. He loves to make eye contact with you and to read their expressions to understand what will bring the most pleasure and joy. In the bedroom, König is an incredibly passionate and tender lover, always paying attention to detail and making sure you feel truly worshipped.

He loves when you sit on his lap, his hard cock burying deep within your soaked walls, allowing you to have all the control. Your thighs sit on either side of his hips as he brings his legs up, enveloping you in his warmth. Big hands sit comfortably on your thighs, drawing circles on the heated flesh with an occasional grip when the head of his cock nudges your cervix, resulting in a blissful groan from him that reverberates through your body, leaving you with a feeling of absolute pleasure.

Another one of his favorites is spooning; one hand gripping your ass, almost covering it all as his other seeks the feel of the soft tissue of your boobs. He's not much into dirty talk, not really experienced with it so he'd rather remain silent, few grunts and moans leaving his lips that are pressed against the crown of your head, eyes squeezed shut with pleasure as his hips rock upwards and bumping into your ass.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

König takes his role as your lover very seriously and is devoted to expressing his passionate feelings to you. He's incredibly focused and silent while he's with you, and wants nothing more than to make sure you know how much he cares for you. He can be playful and lighthearted when the opportunity arises, but his main goal is to provide you with the utmost pleasure and make sure you feel loved.

If you're feeling a bit playful and you've enjoyed a few drinks beforehand, he might be willing to entertain you, the alcohol providing him with a much-needed boost of confidence and an extra bit of energy to keep the fun going.

"Liebling, quit provoking me or I'll get my revenge on you," he'd tease.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

When home, König keeps himself groomed; not too short but doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, knowing just how long his hairs can get. He has a fine trail of hair running down his abdomen, leading all the way down to his crotch, neatly groomed and trimmed.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

As mentioned before, König is a sensual lover; a romantic softball. He will whisper sweet nothings into your ear, kissing your cheek softly with his lips lingering and his breath brushing against your skin. He'd be so close to you that you'd be able to feel his heart racing against your own, and his strong arms tightening around you as he holds you. His hands would delicately explore your body, his gaze full of longing as he drinks in your beauty.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

König is used to being alone and lonely, so the sensation of wrapping his own hand around his own cock brings a sense of familiarity more than being buried deep inside of you and feeling the pleasing texture of your inner walls as they hug his cock with each slow, shallow thrust.

Even now, you sometimes catch him during the morning standing underneath the lukewarm water of your shower, one hand against the cold marble tiles as his other hand moves along his cock, thumb swiping over the head, spreading his precum laced with water over his skin to make it easier for him to move his hand up and down. He gasps softly, eyes closed as he enjoys the sensations of his own pleasure and as you watch, you can't help but be in awe of the pleasure he is feeling. His breathing grows faster, his hips arching as his fingers move faster. You can see a sheen of sweat on his skin, the water droplets mingling with it as he moans and his breathing increases in pace. His hand movements quicken and he finally reaches his climax, his body trembling as he enjoys his pleasure. He takes a few moments to catch his breath before finally turning off the shower and stepping out. You can't help but feel a bit of envy as you watch him turn to you with a blissful smile on his face and a satisfied look in his eyes.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Wet sex; now König and you tried shower sex once which ended in disaster. The slippery feeling of tiles didn't allow for much leverage, König's massive height not really helpful either when finding a safe and most importantly comfortable position to enjoy the moment. But what he absolutely loves is that after-shower glow you have on you; when your hair is still wet, droplets of water running down your neck, following the curve of your breast and cascading down your torso. His eyes stay glued to the droplet, watching it disappear into the towel, before he finds another one, falling from your hairline, sliding down your temple, to your jawline, and following the trail the previous droplet created.

The feeling of your wet skin against his felt like nothing else, as all his senses start to go wild. You can feel König's love and passion as he takes his time to make you feel as if you are the only thing in the world. The feeling of wet sex was an experience like no other.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the deed)

Bedroom, undoubtedly, or the couch - anywhere inside the safety of your own home is perfect for König. He likes to enjoy the comfort of being surrounded by quiet and having all the time to explore your desires and see what is only for his eyes to see. He can lie down with you, relax and indulge in whatever brings him pleasure and peace of mind.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Praise; he lives for it. He loves it, even more, when you're vocal about how he's making you feel and what his touch does to you. Telling him how good he is at pleasing you in bed, and how much pleasure you experience when you're together, is something he'll never tire of hearing. He'll be thrilled to hear words of encouragement and admiration for his sexual prowess and the care and attention he gives you in the bedroom. Show your appreciation for the pleasure he brings you and he'll be sure to give you even more.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Anything that could have the potential to cause you harm or distress. When in war zones, he´s surrounded by pain, loss and damage, something that's embedded deep in his soul. The knowledge that he could've done harm to you in the most intimate moments of yours makes his anxiety spike.

König also wouldn't enjoy having someone else join in. He wants you all to himself, knowing that he's the only one who can truly bring you the pleasure you desire, and satisfy your needs to their fullest extent. You are also the only person who has seen König naked, and he can't imagine someone else's prying eyes on him, measuring him, comparing him. Just the thought of this would eat him alive.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

König's a pleaser; doesn't mean he doesn't want to receive as well. He loves it when you take him in your mouth, worshipping him like he was a deity. And in some sense, with the amount of pleasure he's able to give you, you feel like he truly is a god.

When going down on you, he takes his time. Kissing the trail down, he'd stop at your chest, gently sucking and lightly biting at the flesh of your boobs until they are tender and aching, nipples erect and begging for attention which he'd give them later. Toying with your belly button for a second before laying his tongue flat against your swollen clit, nibbling and kissing your quivering mound as his fingers plunge deep inside. His attention would be mostly on your clit though, knowing that's what gets you truly going; swirling his tongue before wrapping his lips around it and sucking gently, increasing the pressure until you can't help but moan.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual on his own accord but again, König's a pleaser; he'll do what you ask him, listening to your commands like the good and obedient soldier he is. You want him go deeper? He'll throw your leg on his shoulder, bracing his arms on either side of your head, fingers digging into the hard surface of your bed as his hips spread you open, allowing for that desired deeper feel you craved from him. You want him to go faster? No problem; angling his hips and digging his knees into the mattress for support, he'll pound you in lightning speed. Want him to go harder on you? He'll spread your legs wide, bottoming into you with each thrust, making you jump up on the bed a little each time.

Want him to make love to you? That's his favorite thing in the whole world. He'll make sure you're fully satisfied, his own pleasure coming second to yours. His skilled hands and body will make sure you have the best time possible, and you'll be begging for more each and every time.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

König enjoys slow and tender lovemaking, as it gives him a chance to ensure that all of your needs are met. He knows that it takes time for your body to get used to his size and that, with proper foreplay and lubrication, the experience can be far more pleasurable. As such, he takes his time in order to make sure that you are both comfortable and enjoy the experience. Quickies are not an option for him, since it would likely cause you discomfort and he wants to make sure that you always receive the pleasure you deserve.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

With a good amount of alcohol surging through his system, König becomes a willing participant in your little experiments. Nothing too out of his comfort zone but as you build your relationship and deepen your connection, you see him open up more to your desires, extending his willingness to learn about your body and mind.

You make him test his limits, discovering all sorts of intimate secrets, buried deep within your shared passion. Experiencing a newfound level of raw undeniable connection never before felt with another person, he trusts in your guidance.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Man has stamina for days; especially when adrenaline is pumping through his veins. After years on the battlefield, his endurance remains unparalleled to any of your past lovers. Finding yourself completely taken with his might, you thank God he’s yours to enjoy.

The only time he finishes embarrassingly quick is when your mouth is wrapped tightly around his cock, tongue flat against his underline, feeling the heavy flesh on your tastebuds as you make eye contact with him; his cum will flood your mouth as his eyes roll back and body quivers.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Not really into toys as he doesn't really know how to use them properly on you or on himself. He knows exactly where to touch and kiss to make you go wild, and he loves to explore each and every inch of your body until you can hardly take it anymore and he doesn't need any toys for that. He savors every moment and truly takes his time savoring all that your body has to offer.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

König isn't that big on teasing as much as you are, eliciting a moan from him as you slowly sink onto your knees before him, hands struggling with his belt as you undo them. He's expecting your mouth around his head the moment you free his cock of all the restraints but instead, your lips latch onto his sensitive balls, sucking at the razor-thin skin as you use your fingers to spread his precum onto his cock, lubricating it, listening to the desperate growl of pleasure that leaves his throat as he begs you to finally wrap your mouth around him.

What he is more into is payback; when you tease him, he'll tease back ten times more. When he feels you nearing your climax with his tongue playing with your throbbing clit, he slowly stops all action, fingers still deep inside your warm walls as his lips move to kiss your thighs, hips, and stomach. His touch tantalizes you, sending chills up and down your spine, your whole body coming alive as he works his way towards your breasts, sending an ever-intensifying wave of bliss every place his lips touch without moving his digits inside you even an inch.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

König is very reserved, usually pretty quiet and controlled, able to maintain his composure through most of your time together. But as his arousal heightens and his control slips, his moans start to resonate more deeply with each passing moment, his body trembling in anticipation of the pleasure ahead. As he reaches his release, a quiet whisper of your name escapes his lips, almost as if it's a reflexive prayer.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He loves when you sink your teeth into his flesh; not enough to draw blood but enough to leave bite marks that remain for days. Marking is something he's come to love, especially on himself. It makes him feel like he has a place where he belongs, someone he belongs to. He loves the intense arousal that comes with that bite, it makes it easier for him to draw his strength from you and the more you mark him, the more that connection between the two of you seems to grow. Every time you mark him, it's as if you're sealing in your love and devotion and he wouldn't have it any other way.

König isn't overly possessive; he knows that you had a choice, you could have chosen anyone in the world, but you chose to entice him, so he doesn't feel the need to prove that you belong to him [not as much as he loves when you prove to people around that he belongs to you].

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Solid 9.5 inches (24 centimeters) - way above average even for men of his height. He's not circumcised, as most Austrian men aren't. His cock curves slightly to the left and upwards when erect. Surprisingly, he isn't particularly wide in girth, but his length more than makes up for it.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

König's drive may be lacking due to his anxiety, and he may apologize for not being able to satisfy your desires as much as you had initially hoped; however, he still strives to make sure you get some form of release, whether it be through his physical or oral stimulation. He may not be able to give you the satisfaction you desire in the moment, but he still puts in the effort to make sure that you get some sort of satisfaction.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Depends on the day he's had; after a long and draining day, König's more prone to falling asleep shortly after, his body worn out from the heaviness of the day and fulfilling your desires in the nighttime.

If the day was good, König will reward himself and you by taking care of you afterwards, bringing you a cup of cold, refreshing water and providing a massage to all the strained muscles. You can feel his calloused fingers kneading into your tired body, releasing the tension and soothing your aches, a blissful groan of contentment leaving your lips as you settle your head onto his chest and take in the moment.

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heystephen · 1 year ago

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2023 swiftie survey results!

first of all, i want to thank everybody who took part in this and helped spread it to increase sample size. i put this together expecting to get 200 or so responses, but at the time of closing the survey, it had received 1,009 responses! so that's really awesome. the survey posed the following questions:

which era did you become a fan?

which album is your favorite?

what are your top three songs from each album?

what is your absolute favorite song by taylor?

i asked those questions for a few reasons. one being, i wondered if nostalgia plays a factor in peoples' favorite albums, or if people tend to favor the album related to the era that they became a fan. i also wondered what the true fan favorites of the albums could be, and what are the 'underrated' or lower tiered tracks. lastly, every so often a publication comes out with their own rankings of 'the best taylor swift songs of all time' and we all lose our minds because they're always so!! wrong!!!! so i wanted to see what it would look like if there was a swiftie-sourced list of favorite songs by her. anyway intro aside, here's the results below the cut, and brace yourselves!

NOTE: i couldn't find a way on google doc to change the colors on the pie charts otherwise i would've made them album color coded. i will also provide small descriptions of the data for those who have trouble reading the data from the charts, or can't see the images.

so it looks like most people became fans during the fearless era, which is just nearly tied with the debut era. the 1989 era comes in third, followed by speak now, red, folklore/evermore, reputation, lover and then midnights in that order.

the most popularly voted album for the favorite albums was folklore. speak now came in second place, then reputation in third. the rest of the albums came out ranked as evermore, then 1989, then lover, then midnights, then fearless, then the debut. yes, the debut has a teeny tiny little pie slice between midnights and fearless, it's really there if you squint.

the top 3 debut tracks were our song, should’ve said no and picture to burn. the most unpopular debut track was the pop remix of teardrops on my guitar. not too surprising although i thought stay beautiful was more of a fan fave than that.

the top 3 fearless tracks were the way i loved you, fearless and you belong with me. the most unpopular fearless track was superstar. (☹️) but shout out to my sweet baby hey stephen for doing better than i hoped!

the top 3 speak now tracks were long live, haunted and enchanted. this was maybe the most surprising one because i expected last kiss to be in the top 3! the most unpopular speak now track was superman.

the top 3 tracks for red were all too well (ten minute version), holy ground and state of grace. the last time came out more popular than i anticipated, while sad beautiful tragic didn’t quite get as much love as i thought it would. the most unpopular red track was run feat. ed sheeran, with just 8 votes. but again, it just proves that every song is beloved by someone.

so for 1989, the top 3 tracks were clean, style and new romantics. the most unpopular track was bad blood. i think this was pretty expected, people tend to gravitate toward the remix rather than the album version. over all, this one came out fully as i’d expect.

oh, getaway car. you never let the rest of the tracks on this album stand a chance in the running. the top tracks for reputation were getaway car by a mile, call it what you want and delicate. again, another interesting one. has call it what you want always been this popular? and of course, the most unpopular track was end game feat. future and ed sheeran.

just like getaway car, cruel summer absolutely jumped in the lead and took off running. the top 3 tracks for lover were cruel summer, death by a thousand cute and cornelia street. the archer also came out very popular and i think the tour performance has lended enormously to that, which i love. the most unpopular track was me! feat. brendon urie.. which i feared would happen :/

just like james, you guys couldn’t choose between august and betty, ‘cause the top two tracks for folklore were august and cardigan! my tears ricochet came in third place. the most unpopular folklore track was epiphany.

CONT. IN PART TWO DUE TO IMAGE LIMIT

#hold on for part 2 w/ evermore and midnights!

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queeniecook · 2 months ago

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January 27

Seven months. It had been over seven months since Count Vladislaus Straud had gotten a chance to be in the same space as Lilith Vatore. She had been crafty. He had been watching. She had been keeping to her home or leaving town completely to go who knows where. But tonight. Tonight she had ventured out into the snow covered land of Forgotten Hollow and the Count seized his opportunity. He couldn't decide what he wanted to do the most - kiss her or wring her neck.

So many things he wanted to say, not all of them good - but instead he just stared at her as she stared at him. Lilith had a feeling he'd follow her when she left her house that night. She knew Vlad had been watching and waiting to get her alone.

"You know, I didn't come out here for company. I wanted some time to myself." Lilith says rudely to the vampire next to her. Ever since she had walked in on what looked like to be a moment between Jackson and Olivia, she had kept her offspring close. Very close. She knew she had gotten more than overly possessive with Jackson but she couldn't seem to help herself. She made him into a vampire and therefor it feels like he belongs to her. The whole thing had given her new thoughts about Count Straud. Is that why he gravitates to her and she to him? Is it all just the bond between maker and offspring? Or is there more to it?

The Count didn't rise to her bait to bicker, he just simply kept staring at Lilith. It was almost like he had to convince himself she's real. Lilith let's out an annoyed huff and turns to leave. Vladislaus seems to be a step ahead of her and catches her before she can leave.

Lilith can't seem to find her will to fight him. Something about him touching her again feels natural and her body has missed it. Her hand seems to act on its own accord and begins caressing him in return.

"You miss me." Vladislaus whispers into her ear as he moves his hand from her chest to begin to remove her coat. Lilith says nothing but seems to be joining him in his thought process. Her gloved hand starts grasping at the buttons on his coat, despite not being able to see what she's doing.

A ringtone breaks through the silent winter air. The two vampires break apart faster than the human eye can track. Lilith is gone in an instant and the Count is angrily hunting down the source of the ringtone.

"I suggest you forget what you saw or I'll make sure you never see anything ever again!" Count Straud threatens the woman. He's seen her twice. Once when she went into the Vatore Estate to visit Jackson. The other time she was taking pictures around Forgotten Hollow. Normally he'd just kill her but clearly she knows Jackson, which could cause problems if she ends up drained of blood laying in the snow or mysteriously vanishes.

Olivia is scared. It's obvious to her that the man is a vampire, she had seen enough between him and Lilith to know it's true. She hadn't meant to spy on them at all, she had come to town to take a few more photos. She wasn't even planning to visit Jackson while she's in town, given what happened the last time. But no, she had to come across Lilith locked in some kind of embrace with another male. Part of her wanted to run and tell Jackson what his precious Lilith has been up to but she'd rather live. "I didn't mean to see....that."

The Count lets out an undignified snort. He doesn't care if she meant to or not. The fact is she did see him with Lilith and what's worse, she ruined their moment. If she hadn't been around, he would have had his Lilith in the snow or taken her back to his bed or coffin.

"I won't say anything. I promise." Olivia promises, meaning it.

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writingsofwesteros · 3 months ago

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I love the Rhaenyra and Alicent daughter with dragon seeds. Also Jace as well But what if they were combined?

Instead of Esso, since Rhaenyra didn't care anyway she claimed KL. Most of the Greens are dead. Aegon got away but doesn't have anything. Still believing he king, but he crippled.

Rhaenyra decided to make Ulf and Hugh noble Lords and no one questioned them since they rode dragons. As punishment to Alicent, she gives her daughter to Hugh as his wife, since he forgot his first wife and she is still in KL, waiting on Hugh not knowing he living the dream, with the pretty young princess, cuter than her. Alicent going crazy, knowing Hugh is fucking her little girl, making her a bastard drunk cock slut. The princess forgot Aemond who she loved since he dead and Hugh cock is big and hitting all the right spots. Riding him every chase in tiny body and kissing him. Feeling passion she always wanted.

"Ah...yes, yes fuck me husband." The princess scream. Feeling her husband cock reach inside her hole.

"Good, girl. I knew it was right to take you that night." Hugh laughed while thrusting up feeling her tight hole clenching around him, milking his cock for his enjoyment.

Ulf takes Rhaenyra daughter, making him her wife, since he already was fucking in the beginning. The princess destroys her love for Aegon for Ulf thick cock, making her act like a whore from the Street of Silk. Also after fucking Hugh and Ulf before she wed Ulf. Ulf let Allan and Adam have a go at her, seeing how he loves seeing his wife being whored out but only by his friends.

"Fuck...good girl do you think Aegon could fuck you this good?" Ulf says laughing as his slutty princess wife rides him like a true dragon.

"Ahh.. fuck Aegon. You cock...fuck, feel so good." The Princess moans, feeling Ulf cock stretching her pussy, feeling her eyes roll, with her tongue sticking out.

And when Hugh visit Ulf or reverse. They take turns fucking the Princesses altogether. Switching between spouses.

Jace was upset at his sister being whored out over a bastard cock but was fucking the female dragon seed, who is technically a milf. (I just added she a milf because it seems Hotd, enjoys young guys and older women and young girls and old guys. Weird but yeah 🫣). He couldn't argue with his sister and aunt becoming whores from their affair. He would be a hypocrite. Soon after the Greens were defeated and KL was taken his female dragon seed became a powerful noble lady thanks to his mother and Mysaria connection. Jace still the crown prince was still betrothed to Baela. Jace allowed Ms. Dragonseed to be part of the court, never letting her leave his site. Jace started fucking her everywhere he could. His room, the council room, in her room, the Iron Throne, empty chambers. (Hell he even fucked her in Aemond room, since he was dead, just to be petty). He once took her on Vermax, making sure she could scream to the heavens.

Jace worried Baela, would be upset when she found out. Is surprised to find out Baela was fucking her bastard uncle Allan who had become her grandfather's heir. She didn't care Jace was fucking the female bastard because she knew they were marrying for duty and they were friends. They still fucked each other, but they agreed to keep their bastard partners as their paramours.

Rhanyera and Daemon laughing seeing how they have so many bastards and non bastard grandchildren

Hugh getting Alicent daughter pregnant but might also get Rhaenyra's daughter pregnant. The same with Ulf getting both princesses pregnant. Baela and Ms. Dragonseed have legitimate bastard babes. Rhanyera is a strict but fair Queen who can't be questioned at all, with the amount of grandchildren she has. Bringing in a new dawn for where bastards are accepted.

(Also just because Rhaenyra still cares for her friend. She gives Alicent to Addam of Hull and is surprised that they fall in love. And Alicent gets pregnant right behind the Princesses. Somewhat forgetting her former lover Criston Cole and the other children she lost. Rhaenyra found out that Alicent was into Velaryon's cock a lot more than Dorne.)

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THE HOTTEST!!!!!!!!

I can't even add to this perfection!

Ulf & Hugh just becoming so delicious each time !

#dragonseeds

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faulty-writes · 2 years ago

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Hello !!! Before requesting anything I just want to say that you're one of my favorite blog on Tumblr and I absolutly love your writing ! Now, could I please request headcanons for Tenya and Mezo and how they'd be with a partner that use to date one of their close friend ? Angst or fluff or anything ! Hope you have an amazing week !

[ Awe <3 I feel special. Thank you for being a fan of my work! I'll do a mixture of both, angst and fluff are fun to write in moderation. I hope you enjoy! ]

It happened after school when you were walking with Ashido, Uraraka, and Kyoka. Ashido had started teasing Uraraka about her obvious crush on Izuku and you blurted out that you dated him over the summer which is part of the reason you had enrolled at Yuuei High.

You should have suspected that word would spread and mistakenly thought that Tenya being the logical and straightforward individual would dismiss the rumors. Instead, he confronted you "I believe it is best to retrieve information from the source, please confirm or deny your previous relationship with Midoriya." Maybe you should have kept quiet.

You never imagined that Tenya of all people could show jealousy, but whenever Izuku happened to be around Tenya would take your hand securely in his or pull you close to him as if trying to show the world or at least Izuku that you were his. When you questioned his actions, he responded with "Forgive me, is public affection, not a normal aspect we should practice in our relationship?"

When you had enough of his jealous behavior, you confronted him. He looked at you with that all too familiar glance and said, "I admire Midoriya. However, I cannot expect to surpass him if I am not prepared to see him as a rival as well and if I am not prepared to prove that our relationship is worth more than what you may have experienced with him," before embracing you for fear you'd turn away.

If there was one thing Tenya did well, it was overthinking. While he didn't want to press the matter or act as though he didn't trust you the thought of you once being with his close friend plagued his mind and his jealousy turned into attention-seeking behavior. He'd constantly initiate cuddling, and hugging, and wouldn't let you out of his sight.

"I know perhaps that I have been acting strange as of late, but I find myself unable to justify the fact you once belonged to a close friend of mine. I...am afraid I am selfish, and I wish to have you and your whole entire heart. Please surrender them to me," he spoke tenderly one night before pulling you close for a much-needed kiss.

"Oh yeah, Y/n and I go way back! I can tell you all the things they like! Including well…you know," Hanta teased one day, nudging one of Shoji's arms. "Oh um…" he didn't think much of it at first, after all, Hanta was mostly talk, right?

Unfortunately, he had come to find out that it was true, you had dated Hanta for a brief time, but you found that you and he had too many differences. He didn't treat you badly by any means, and maybe you were being a little unfaithful when you realized that you had your eye on someone else while you were with him. Of course, that someone happened to be Shoji.

When you confirmed the fact that you used to be with Hanta, it stirred up some negative emotions in Shoji, while he knew he shouldn't compare himself to Hanta. He knew that unlike him, Hanta was handsome and without unsightly scars across his face. How could he expect to compete with that kind of beauty?

Taking his negative emotions out on you was wrong, but they continued to build up until he blurted out, "Did…you date him because he's attractive?" one day. The question caught you off guard and before you could answer, he continued. "After all, he doesn't have the face of a monster," he knew his words might cause a fight, but he couldn't help but speak honestly.

"So, he really said that?" you knew it might not be a wise idea, but you told Hanta how Shoji had been acting since finding out the two of you used to date. "Isn't the reason you fell for him because he has that monster appeal?" he joked and soon regretted it when he received a much-deserved slap. Although he wasn't wrong, you fell for Shoji because he was so different and those scars of his were kind of attractive.

You sensed there was a growing distance between the two of you, and you hated it. You wanted nothing more than to confront Shoji and tell him he was acting childish. Instead, you ended up confessing the real reason why you fell for him. Yes, it was because of his scars but more so his gentle personality and those arms that always made you feel safe when they were wrapped around you.

"Maybe I was being…monstrous," he said, nuzzling his face into your hair and inhaling your sweet familiar scent. "I just…love you and I don't want to share you with anyone," he confessed. Deep down he knew he didn't, and he'd have to make sure it stayed that way.

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kiwiplaetzchen · 7 months ago

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*sets a plate with an extra large fairy cake topped with a singular shiny, golden candle in front of Nosy's nest*

Happy Mine Day.

You absolute menace.

Happy Mine Day 💚🧁

Nosy was busy adoring his treasures when a shiny golden light suddenly caught his attention. His sparkly eyes widened, fixating on the gleaming beacon of brilliance. Abandoning his current conquest, a particularly captivating silver badge, Nosy scurried towards the source of the golden glow.

There it was - a sight that made his heart skip a beat! A plate adorned with an extra-large cake! Nosy blinked, his small heart fluttering with excitement. A cake for Nosy? A whole cake? For this humble Niffler? The very thought seemed too good to be true. Well deserved, of course, but still so unexpected.

Nosy's gaze darted back and forth between the sugary, creamy delight and Sebastian. With each passing second, the Niffler's excitement grew, and he couldn't contain himself any longer.

His tail began to wag furiously, and with a bound, he leaped towards his beloved wizard. His tiny claws finding purchase as he scrambled up to Sebastian's face to shower him with affectionate pecks and kisses, his happy honking sounds filling the air.

A few moments after his wet display of affection, Nosy gracefully descended from the Niffler Papa, and with a decisive huff, the little master of flames extinguished the golden candle. Time to dig in!

Diving snout-first into the cake, Nosy savoured the sweet taste of victory with each delectable bite. It was so delicious! And yet, amidst his indulgence, a fleeting thought crossed his mind. Pausing for just a moment, the little Niffler pondered before reaching a conclusion.

With a determined glint in his eyes, Nosy carefully selected a sizable portion of the cake, cradling it in his little paws. With purposeful steps, he waddled over to Sebastian once again, offering him the (in Sebastian's hands rather small) morsel with a honk of generosity while still wagging his tail incessantly.

Nosy would always share everything with Sebastian. That's how it always has been, and that's how it always will be.

With a gentle nuzzle of his head against Sebastian's hand, Nosy looked up at him with eyes that sparkled with gratitude and devotion. The two of them had been together for so long now, a constant companion through thick and thin, partners in crime, friends, and family rolled into one.

Every day with Sebastian was an adventure, filled with laughter, mischief, and love. And as he settled against Sebastian's side, Nosy knew that no matter what the future held, he and Sebastian would face it together, forever bound by their unbreakable bond.

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Art by the amazing @lil-grem-draws The very first Nosy fan art, and I love it so so much! Thank you once again, Lily!! 💚🌸🥹

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sparkles-oflight · 5 months ago

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Polaroid Photos - Part 1

Master Post | Chapter 2

Hi everyone! This took a long time to make :V

As you can imagine, I had to do a lot of research for this. A lot of it is fictional, but a lot of it is true! I'll leave a list on the final notes with my sources, though I couldn't remember where some of the things were from.

I got help from a lot of people on Tumblr to find them and I'd like to thank them!

Btw, I wrote this before *vaguely gestures at Bakery* that whole situation happened

(kinda wish I had written more bakery now):

As I'm writing this, I haven't written chapter 3… yet.

But I've been wanting to get this out since FOREVEEEER.

Hope you enjoy it.

The year was 2000... The Guštins’ household had their first child: a boy born from the love of a Dutch woman and a Slovenian man. His name is Kris. He’s a couple of months old, but now that he finally can sleep through a full night his mom decided to meet up with a friend, leaving the “two men of the house” – as she called them – alone.

Yet, Kris had never slept without his mom, so he was irritated, whining in hopes she would show up to sing him his usual lullaby song.

Guštin wasn’t sure of what to do since Kris seemed to hate every time his dad tried to sing the song in his mom’s place, almost as if he was mocking his poor attempt at singing in Dutch.

He got closer to Kris to get him the pacifier.

- Ugh, why are babies so ugly? – he sighed as he finally gave the object to his son which seemed to do the trick to calm him down – See, you are much cuter like that.

Guštin put his hands on his forehead and massaged it.

- I need to tell your mama we can’t be alone anymore because you clearly have a bias for her voice. And I’m a singer!

He looked down to see his son staring at him with beautiful calm blue eyes. Then he noticed Kris was moving around with his fingers almost as if he was playing the guitar, which reminded him that his son had not yet seen a guitar – he hasn’t played at home lately after all.

- Wait a minute, okay? – he smiled and kissed his son on the forehead.

Guštin rushed down the stairs and returned to the room with his acoustic guitar.

- Kris, this is a guitar. You’ll love it. – he sat next to him – Well, at least your mom did, you know? One day, I told her “Chantal, there’s something very important I need to tell you”, and you know how your mother is, right? She said, “Miha, I’m busy at the moment we can talk later”.

Miha tried to imitate his wife’s accent which made Kris chuckle a little at his father’s nonsense.

- But, Kris, when you have such big love for a woman, you just can’t hold it back. You’ll understand when you grow up. – he cleared his throat – So... I dedicated her a song. She didn’t speak Slovene at the time, of course, but it was the language I was able to express myself in rather than explain my feelings. And I gave her a sheet with the translation anyway. – he smiled nervously.

He looked a bit at the wall and tapped his fingers on the guitar before starting to play it.

- Mlin na veter me bo gnou. – “Windmill will push me.” - Da ne bom nikol' pristou – “So I never land.”

The melody at the start was very “repetitive”, almost as if raw, which was easier for Kris to get his head around the song.

- Glih zdej plavam čez oblak – “Right now I'm swimming across the clouds” - In me reže težek zrak. – “And the sharp wind is cutting me”.

Miha singing this song is no problem – usually. Now, singing it after telling a bit of his love story to his son? That’s wild.

- Al bo sonce, al bo sneg – “Let it be sun or snow” - Mene grab nervozn smeh. “I'm laughing nervously”.

It’s insane to him that he actually married the woman he loved so much, and that she came to his small country for him, and that they both have a child together!

- Rad bi ujel le njeno dlan – “I just wanna catch her hand” - Da ne odplavam predaleč stran... – “So, I don't swim too far” ...

The melody suddenly changed, and Kris’ eyes dilated as he felt chills across his body – even as a baby he felt connected to his father’s voice and emotions.

- Dnevi niso rok'n'roll – “Days aren't Rock n' Roll”- Ampak vedno tisji mol - “But a quietly descending minor”.

Miha looked at his son who looked delighted to hear his father for the first time and he couldn’t help but grin at him.

- Oči mi grize mrzu led – “Frost is biting my eyes” - Samo jaz vidim njeno sled. – “Only I can see her trail”.

As he sang, eventually, Kris fell asleep and that is still one of the memories Miha holds close to him to this day.

He remembers Kris’ childhood probably better than Maks’ and Maja’s because he was a bit hard to deal with. He remembers Kris coming home pissed for not being able to color inside lines at the kindergarten and start tearing up out of frustration. He remembers the day Kris told him and his mom he preferred Slovene food over Dutch food – a very happy day for Miha – and he particularly remembers Kris being upset after a summer vacation.

Miha and Chantal took Kris and Maks to a summer colony with their friends and the day they returned he asked his sons if they wanted to do it again, Maks mumbled “sure, whatever” while Kris started desperately sobbing because he wanted to live nearby the sea instead.

Both parents tried to find ways to make their son meet the sea more often to entertain him... But Kris made Miha worried. Maybe because he was the oldest, but he was worried because he didn’t seem to have a passion. Sure, he was playing football sometimes, but he never shared any interest in making a career out of it – nor did he have the skills from what Miha had seen. He also never picked up on the guitar even when his dad gifted him one. In fact, Kris looked annoyed at the gift, coldly even.

One day, however, Kris made a very big decision after school, when Miha was absent.

- Welcome home, Kris – Chantal told him as he entered the house.

- Hi, mama.

- Why do you look so gloomy? – she said, tucking his hair behind his ear – Did something happen?

- Mama, I want to cut my hair. – he declared.

She stopped moving her hand when he said that. He had beautiful long and straight hair, and she felt her heart tighten as he said that.

- What? Why?

He took off his shoes, put his jacket on the coat hanger, and dropped his backpack on the floor.

- I’m tired of being called a girl!

- Kris... you know your hair has nothing to do with who you are.

- I know that! You and Dad already told me about it!

- Then why do you want to cut your beautiful hair?

- What if I don’t want to have this hair?

- Then we can cut it, but remember, I’ll only help you with that if that is really what you want to do.

Kris took a deep breath and his flustered skin seemed to cool off for a bit.

- It is what I want to do. – he said confidently.

- Promise? – she smiled at him.

- Promise.

Chantal hugged him strongly.

Later, she told Miha about Kris’ decision which made him proud. Sure, you shouldn’t change just because someone told you something mean, but the fact Kris got the courage to declare something he wanted to do with himself seemed like progress to Miha.

One time, neither Miha nor Chantal could take Maja to dance practice and asked Kris to do it since they lived nearby after all. He didn’t seem so happy about taking his little sister there, but alas.

- Ugh, and where do I put this? – Kris sighed while waving around her bag.

Maja still couldn’t carry around her bag on her own and there was no way Kris was taking it to the girl's locker room. He would rather not be wanted for harassing children at the age of 14, thanks.

- You can... leave it with Ema.

- Ema, Ema... You are always talking about this Ema girl, who’s she? An old hag?

- Our teacher! Well, sometimes... Marija! – Maja yelled for another girl her age who walked in.

They both started talking so fast and with such squeaking voices that Kris could not keep up with the conversation.

Eventually, a girl around his age walked in.

- Marija, calm down! – she smiled.

This girl seemed like another older sibling trying to keep her sister calm, though she seemed calmer than Kris.

She’s tall, but not taller than Kris, she has blonde hair and green eyes, and Kris’ lips can’t help but form a smile since, to him, she looked so beautiful. In her voice, he also noticed a strong accent which he couldn’t exactly pinpoint where it came from.

- They can be annoying like that sometimes. Always talking kids’ stuff and... you know. – he put his hands on his hips.

- Yeah. Are you Maja’s brother? I’ve heard about you.

- Good or Bad things?

- Depends on what you consider good. – she smiled – Do you also do gymnastics?

- Nah, I can’t bear this actually, not really my thing.

- Oh really? I thought you’d enjoy something like gymnastics... like floor gymnastics. Though I guess men’s gymnastics doesn’t really have music.

- What? – Kris looked confused – What does that have to do with me?

- I mean, you are part of a family of musicians, aren’t you?

That struck a nerve in Kris’ head. He actually doesn’t get the hype around his family, and he doesn’t get his father’s love for the guitar and singing. He had one of his own and he probably only touched it once, if even that, since he got it.

- Oh God, we are late, Maja, Marija! – she said.

- Oh, sorry. – Kris gave her the bag as he snapped back in, he then noticed the girl was carrying around two bags – Ugh, nice talking with you.

- Nice to talk to you too, Maks.

- I’m Kris actually.

- Oh! Sorry, got the brothers wrong! – she smiled at him.

- What’s your name?

- Ema. See you around!

The three of them ran inside and Kris was left there slightly flustered.

“See you around”, she said. Kris would remember that. Kris would make sure to take Maja to practice as much as he could. He learned Ema was a year older than him and she came from Vrhnika to Ljubljana twice a week for practice and sometimes on the weekends to visit her relatives, and she was not Maja’s teacher, she just assisted the class sometimes.

With Ema, Kris developed a friendship and also a slight crush on her, though he didn’t act upon it... for a while at least. And while Kris loved spending time with Ema, he realized he didn’t have a passion like she had for gymnastics. What was he going to dedicate his life to?

Eventually, he decided to join the school’s newspaper. Becoming a journalist would probably help him with his grades, who knows? He only knew he was tired of having his Slovene teacher on his ass all the time. He has been speaking the language for his whole life, how come he’s failing at it?

Well, that didn’t matter because Kris actually took a liking into writing, though he wished he could give his opinion more often than just “stay impartial”.

One day, he was asked to interview the band Apokalipsa. He had been to one of their concerts before, though he couldn’t remember them that well. Honestly, the only reason he even remembered the name was because his father was collaborating with them for the school’s new anthem.

Kris walked to the gym where the band was having a rehearsal, and he could hear from the outside a bit of what they were playing.

Was that... “Led s Severa”? The song Kris’ father dedicated to his mom?

- In jaz grem tja, kjer je led iz severa.- “And I’m going there, where there’s ice from the North”.

Kris rushed to the gym and opened inside he yelled:

- Wrong!

The band suddenly stopped playing and started looking at this tall boy who interrupted.

- Who are you? – the drummer asked.

The small vocalist squinted his eyes to look at Kris.

- Are you... Oh! You are Gušti’s son!

- Yeah! – he got closer to them – And you are playing it wrong!

- What? – the singer laughed.

- This song isn’t played with distortion!

Kris started messing around with the pedals which seemed to get the singer pissed.

- Hey, yo, what are you doing!? Do you even know how to play the guitar?

- No, but-

- I’m so sorry, everyone. – a voice cut off Kris.

They all turned to look who had entered and it was Miha.

- What seems to be the problem? – he frowned his brow as he noticed Kris messing with the equipment.

- Nothing. – he said – I came to interview them, not you.

- Well, you should start by saying “hi”, next time. Sorry, guys, this is my rebellious son, Kris. – he pinched his cheek.

The singer smiled and extended his hand to Kris which he took hesitantly.

- I’m Bojan – he said – This is Martin, bass player, Matic is the drummer and Luka is the guitarist.

Kris had an interview with them as the original plan demanded. He noticed the one who was the most outspoken was Bojan. Bojan sure loved to talk, but he loved music somehow even more. Kris was actually fascinated by his passion, he almost... thought music was good.

To Kris, music was cold like ice which he was scared to touch... he was scared that the ice would melt under his touch, and he was scared of burning himself out with it... that’s why he never shared an interest in music... until the day he heard Apokalispa playing again.

More than their version of Led S Severa, more than the performance itself, Kris loved how Bojan interacted with the crowd. How he moved around and how he smiled. Sure, his voice needed to be worked a bit better, but he felt the need to see him more often and to... feel what Bojan was showing: confidence.

To him, Bojan’s presence is as if a bubblegum-pink flower was gifted to him to take care of. Flowers thrive with water and sun, but Kris had no way of watering it. How could he protect and help nourish such a precious object?

There was only one way... He had to melt the ice.

And for that, he needed help from someone who had managed to do it first.

When he got home, he touched the guitar his father had gifted him. He felt the steel chords against his skin and wondered how they sounded, how he could make them sound... Were they warm enough to melt that ice?

Miha was surprised to see Kris knock on his office’s door and to be looking at the floor as if he was.... embarrassed?

- Dad, can I talk to you?

- Sure, what do you want? - he set his guitar aside.

Kris entered and closed the door behind him and sat next to Miha.

- Can you... uhm. – he was a bit lost, but quickly recomposed himself – Dad, can you teach me how to play the guitar?

Miha’s face brightened up suddenly and he pulled Kris into a hug which the younger tried to uselessly fight against.

- FINALLY! – Miha kissed his cheeks, and he chuckled.

- I TAKE IT BACK, DAD!

Miha finally let him go and looked at him in his eyes.

- What changed?

Kris didn’t know how to reply... What was he going to say? “Ah yeah, flowers need water so I wanna play the guitar”? No way.

- I have this girl I want to impress. – he lied – And I think music would reach her heart.

Miha put his hand on his chest. “So, my son is in love...”, he thought.

Miha felt so happy for Kris loving someone so much that he’d be willing to change for another and to better himself.

- Dad, are you crying?

- Yeah. – he brushed the tear falling from his eyes away – You have grown so much.

Guštin tried his best to teach Kris the basics, but there was only so much he could do before Kris got lost or started complaining about how the chords hurt him. Okay, he can admit he’s not the best teacher... that’s why he decided to enroll Kris in guitar lessons during the summer.

Kris was presented to a quiet boy with dark hair and a beard. He was a year older than him and had only started playing recently too.

Kris didn’t like him much at first because he didn’t “go to the classes to make friends”, but then he heard him play and he was imminently blown away by the sound this boy could produce from the same instrument Kris had.

- Very well, Jan. – their teacher said – Jan, this is Kris. Kris this is Jan.

- Hello. – Jan smiled at him.

- Hi.

Kris was puzzled. How come such a quiet person has such a bright smile and sound?

After a while, their teacher suggested they play together and then a band... which they both seemed eager to start. Buržuazija was the name.

Kris started talking a lot with Jan even after classes and they started to hang out together often, plus Jan seemed to know Ema and he helped the two of them get together.

One day, after one of their shows, Bojan asked Kris for Jan’s number. He wasn’t sure why Bojan wanted his number, but Jan didn’t seem to mind. A couple of days later, Bojan invited Jan into a new band with Martin and Matic. Bojan invited Kris on the same day, but he hesitated at first.

“I’ll think of the matter”, he told him.

He talked to his parents about it. He wasn’t totally satisfied with how things were going with his band, and he would really like to play with Bojan and keep playing with Jan. Plus, he knew the Apokalipsa guys for longer... His heart had already decided for him, he just felt like he needed some sort of validation from his parents, which more than willing to give it to him.

They created a Facebook group chat and decided their name by throwing suggestions into the melting pot. Joker Out was the name they decided to stick to it. It has no meaning, it’s just something stupid they came up with.

They went on to write their first song, win their first competition, to have a break... Actually, when Kris stopped talking with Bojan during the band’s hiatus, he was also dumped by his girlfriend.

They were both at his house alone when the fighting started.

- I’m just trying to be honest with you and you keep letting me down! – he told her.

- WELL, IT’S TIME FOR US TO BE OVER THEN! – she yelled – IF YOU ARE JUST GOING TO BE RUTHLESS TO ME!

- I’m just being honest!

- Honesty hurts sometimes, Kris! You are my boyfriend you are supposed to be on MY SIDE!

- I’m trying to not hurt you by not telling you pretty lies!

- Bye Kris.

- We aren’t-!

- I said: BYE KRIS! – she picked up her purse, flipped him off, and left the house.

He sat down and clasped his hands together...trying to cool himself but then he suddenly threw the ring she gave to him against a nearby mirror shattering it in pieces.

He couldn’t bear being in that suffocating room, so he left and rode his bike to the Ljubljanica River as tears fell down his face. This was the closest thing he had to a sea or an ocean... This small river.

Kris Guštin: My girlfriend dumped me

Janči: are you okay?

Kris Guštin: I don’t want to talk about it anymore

Janči: then what do you want?

Kris Guštin: I want to go out! I want to drink! And I want to forget about everything

Janči: alcoholic :/

In the end, they decided to go to a nearby gay bar. Jan insisted there were cool people there to talk to and it’s not like Kris was immediately planning to flirt with anyone after a rough breakup.

Kris stayed mostly isolated at that club, even after multiple guys tried to flirt with him, though it seemed like Jan was the one having the best time by flirting back at them.

Kris just wanted to drink, managing his emotions was a job for the “Kris of tomorrow”.

- And I was just being honest! – Kris laughed after God knows how many drinks – I just wanted the best for her.

- Hey! Are you going to drink that? – Jan pointed to Kris’ shirt in which he had spilled bear earlier that night.

- Drink what?

Jan licked the stain making him giggle and, eventually, Kris started to feel more motivated to talk to people and dance at the club.

Kris noticed a small guy with brown hair and eyes who seemed as excited as a little puppy, and they danced around each other almost all night. He can’t remember exactly what happened, but they both ended up kissing as the purple square lights painted the scenery in a beautiful mosaic.

He knew it was wrong... He knew it was wrong to kiss someone right after a breakup, but it felt so good. It was his first time kissing a guy, and he didn’t know it was supposed to feel this great! He didn’t know he wanted to entangle his fingers in his hair, kiss his neck, and make him moan all night. He didn’t know that.

He fought against the alcohol to avoid taking it further – Kris doubted his parents would feel great about him bringing a stranger back home as a 17-year-old.

In the end, Jan had to drag him out of the club and take him home.

After the band’s conflicts were solved, Kris started his last year of school, feeling now so much better than how he did during those months.

During Christmas vacations, he visited his family in the Netherlands as always, and that year he had been invited to spend New Year’s with a bunch of Dutch friends, which his parents allowed him to go.

Most of his friends had girlfriends or boyfriends who planned to kiss each other when the countdown reached zero – something Kris only came to find out an hour into their party.

He didn’t know whether one particular girl at the party was single or not. He didn’t even know her, actually. She seemed to know most girls there, but Kris had never seen her. She was a tall brunette with long hair and a very enchanting smile.

As both their friends left their groups to their partners, Kris and the girl ended up having to talk to each other.

Her name was Klara, and she was a year older and studied physics in Rotterdam. Her family was originally from Indonesia, just as Kris’ grandpa, and she seemed invested in Kris’ stories about Slovenia, and his band, and his friends and family and...

Kris got distracted talking to her. One of their friends had to basically drag the two of them to the balcony to see the fireworks.

- Should we kiss each other? – Klara asked Kris.

- Sure. – he sure hoped he could use the cold of Amsterdam as an excuse for his flustered face.

Kris and Klara had their first kiss that night, one that lasted a bit longer than you’d expect for a New Year’s kiss. It even got some of their friends telling them to get a room.

At the end of the night, they exchanged numbers and promised to meet again as Klara kissed Kris on the cheek goodbye.

They did end up visiting each other as often as they could during vacations and eventually started dating.

As seasons began to change, Kris decided to go to the river with some of his friends and when he finally got some time to lay on his towel, he felt a shadow being cast on him.

When he opened his eyes, he noticed a familiar face: Ema’s.

- Hello, Krisko. – she said hesitantly.

He didn’t say a word, instead, he just sat down, now left with an uncomfortable feeling brought by her presence.

- Can I sit next to you?

He didn’t say anything, instead, he looked at her hair, and at its new color: brown.

- How are things going for you? - she asked – I imagine you have a lot of work now with university and... is the band still a thing?

- Yes. – Kris replied dryly as he couldn’t help but feel powerless next to her.

- I’m in Ljubljana for this week, spring break, you know how it is. – she chucked awkwardly – Listen, Krisko-!

- Don’t call me that.

- Oh yeah… I forgot I’m no longer your girlfriend so I can’t call you nicknames, I see. Does your new girlfriend call you that?

“News spreads fast”, Kris thought.

- What did you come here for?

She stopped for a while before talking again.

- Krisko, I miss you. – she declared – And I heard you had a new girlfriend and I noticed how much I missed you as my boyfriend and I-

- And you what?

- I forgive you.

- Forgive me?

- Yes! Like, I get it: Not everyone is great at giving up their values for others, but I understand that-

- You understood nothing! Please, don’t talk to me anymore! I want you out of my life!

- But Krisko-!

- Stop! I’m so done with you! You were the one who put an end to our relationship, don’t you dare crawl back and ask us to get back together!

- If that’s what you want, so be it! – she got up – But I dare you to try and keep up that “honest act” of yours and see who will be left in your friend group!

- My friends understand me unlike you! – he also got up.

- Oh, do they now, Kris? Or are you forgetting your band already broke up once because of you!? – she pointed to his chest – You and Bojan decided to fight for something stupid and the band broke up. You can’t keep relationships, Kris!

He breathed in slowly and then proceeded to remove Ema’s finger from his chest.

- The difference between Bojan and the band, and you is that I would come back to them over and over again! But to you? Sorry, Ema, I can’t even bear the sight of you anymore if you think relationships are something as fragile as that. The only reason your relationships are like that is because you could never change for someone else, Ema.

She looked at him in shock. She started crying and with one last yell:

- Fuck you, Kris.

And he never saw her again.

Kris picked up his stuff and texted the group about his departure.

When he got home, he immediately locked himself in his room with just his thoughts and the guitar.

He was bitter, and he wanted to play the aggressive chords and notes that came out of his heart and were played by his fingers.

He was done living in a world where his view was shaped by hers. He wanted to live in a world where he was allowed to see and experiment with all the colors, even the ugly ones, because what’s the point if not?

- This song is shit. – Bojan told him

- Seriously!? – Kris complained.

- Sorry not sorry, Krisko, but this is a no. We could always rework it if you want but I think this is really bad. Want my help?

- No, I don’t want your fucking help.

- Well, bummer. – he stayed quiet before he turned to smile again – Tell me again what you told to Ema?

- Bojan, enough.

- “The difference between Bojan and the band, and you is that I would come back to them over and over again”, I like that. – Bojan giggled and Kris threw a pillow at his face.

- We don’t talk about it anymore!

- Boo-hoo. I love you too. – Bojan went to Kris and grabbed his cheeks to kiss him in the face while the younger one protested.

After a few more rejected versions of the song, Kris came up with the final song and it was finally approved by all the elements of the band. The name? “Ne govoriva več o tem”(Ngvot) - “We don’t talk about it anymore”.

The next song Kris ended up writing was “Dopamin”.

At first, he was a bit lost on what to do since Bojan kept rejecting his song over and over again. He knew he wanted something to do with science because he wanted to sing it for Klara, but the lyrics sounded forced.

Then Bojan asked him to think of a moment. To think of a moment, or a touch, or a gesture, or a word that was dedicated to him and where he felt a rush of adrenaline, that’s where he would find his source of inspiration.

But Kris couldn’t think of anything. What would he choose? The few dates he had with Klara? Their first time? Their declaration to each other? Their first kiss? All of these sounded so basic to him. They sounded...overdone.

So, he chose another important moment of his life unrelated to Klara: the kiss he shared with the stranger at the club.

Sure, it’s not about Klara, but Kris felt such a rush of dopamine when he kissed those lips as if he would die if he spent any second apart from them, and maybe if he wasn’t so drunk he would have asked that person out, but now they were gone.

Yet Kris still puts his fingers on his lips when he thinks of that day as if he hoped to find him again and ask him what he did to shake his ground so much.

Eventually, Kris concluded he must be “some flavor of gay” – Jan facepalmed when he heard that.

For a while, the boys tried to fit their careers with their studies and jobs, but, in 2020, everything closed, and, while on lockdown, Bojan decided to sing at home and make a small solo concert at home.

Kris was excited to watch it and decided to gather his whole family to hear the songs since Bojan was planning to sing one of the new ones. Maks was the only one that objected but their mom told them that the band is important for Kris so he should listen.

Bojan began with singing “Gola” and oh how the memories flushed back to Kris... About the band’s hiatus period how this song was both responsible for it and how it brought them together again.

Kris could almost swear he melted hearing this version – but he won’t. Nobody needs to know that.

“Omamlejno Telo” was next and oh, Bojan decided to sing softly again...okay. It's so obvious his vocal progression with this one... His voice control has changed to a whole new level...

- “Vem da Greš”? – Miha asked.

- Oh, it’s our new single. Bojan really likes this one.

Kris remembers what Bojan told him about “Vem da Greš”. He said he met someone while we were on a break and that they shook their ground, but they left him. He said he would travel to the sun for that person and leave his life behind as the Earth burns.

“Dramatic bitch”, Kris thought.

Kris’ mind turned off for a second until he heard Bojan mention his name and how he had two songs in the album they were going to release.

- I can’t sing it, but I would like to sing something that’s probably close to him. – the singer said through the screen – So I’m going to play something his father wrote.

Kris turned to Miha, and everyone else turned to Kris as he started trying to make himself small on the couch and hid his flustered cheeks as much as he could.

- I’m going to sing “Garbage (Hip hop med nogami)”.

- Mama, is that a dad song? – Maja asked.

“Shit, she’s here”, Kris forgot about his younger sister. Should she be hearing this? Doesn’t look like it by the face his mom was making.

Maks on the other hand seemed to suddenly wake up from scrolling on his phone.

- Všeč si mi k' hod'š, všeč k' govoriš – “I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk” -Všeč so mi poteze, vse k' jih nardiš – “I like the moves you make”.

Kris tried very hard to not look at any of his family member’s faces, so he forced himself to just look at Bojan on the screen.

- Mikajo me noge, mika me telo – “I’m tempted by your legs, I’m tempted by your body” - Nor sem na štrumpantle in svilen blago �� “I'm crazy about strumpets and silk fabrics”.

Okay, Kris had to look away after that one and Maks is fucking recording the screen, seriously?

- Mama, why does Bojan want Kris in silk fabrics?

- Okay, Maja, I think it’s past your bedtime now. – Chantal tried to remove the young girl from the room, but she kept insisting on staying.

- Bojan looks very embarrassed, Kris. OH MY GOD, WAS THAT A LIP BITE!? – Maks laughed out loud and Kris threw him a slipper to the head – MAMA, KRIS HIT ME!

- Kris! – she complained.

- Sorry, mama.

- Dostkrat se sprašujem, dostkrat mi ni prou – "Many times I wonder, many times I don't understand” - Zakaj me ne pogledaš, mogoče ti bo žou! “Why don't you look at me, maybe you'll like it!”

- Kris, please look at him, he has puppy eyes.

And another slipper went flying.

- Both of you are grounded.

- Mama, I’m an adult already! – Kris complained.

- Then act like it!

- Sanjam, k' ti prste zapletem med lase – “I dream of tangling my fingers in your hair” - Sanjam, k' ti jezik prlep'm na zobe – “I dream of sticking my tongue on your teeth”.

- NO WAY, NO WAY, NO WAY. – Maks said and this time it was Maja who told him to shut it.

- Hotu bi te gledat, hotu bi te 'met – “I would like to look at you, I would like to throw you” - Raztrgu bi obleko, vzel bi ves tvoj med – “I'd rip your dress, I'd take all your honey”.

Kris wanted to kill Maks for being a nuisance, Bojan for telling him to watch this concert, his father for writing the song, and himself for inviting the whole family to watch this. He’s not sure in which order he should go by, though.

He looked around and noticed his father wasn’t there anymore, when did he leave?

- Garbage hip hop med nogami – “Garbage hip hop between your legs” – Garbage hip hop.

Chantal turned off the television they were watching the transmission from and sighed.

- That’s enough of that... – she stayed silent for a while before yelling – GUŠTIN GET YOUR ASS HERE, I’M SURE YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS!

Kris sighed... it was finally over.

- I have a question! – Maja raised her arm – Why does Bojan want to be in between your legs?

- No, Maja, no he doesn’t. – Kris dismissed her.

- Like, it makes no sense. You wouldn’t be able to breathe.

- I...

- In a couple of years, I tell you what that’s about. – Maks told her.

- I’m only 5 years younger than you!

- Maks. – Kris called him - Friendly reminder the song was written by Dad. In case you want to tell her in detail about what it is, just think about the fact Dad wrote about someone.

- Okay, gross.

What were two weeks turned into a couple of months of not being able to go outside normally.

One morning, Kris got out of his room nearing midday and was greeted by his mom on the way to his room.

- Kris... Your hair is a mess.

- I just woke up. – he scratched the back of his head and yawned.

His hair was in the air, and he had an online class in about 5 minutes – which he did not plan to turn his camera on for. He had spent a good chunk of the night on a call with some of his friends playing Among Us – which he only won when he wasn’t the impostor because he is just too easy to read when he’s lying.

- Let me fix that for you. – Kris bent down for his mom to help him with his hair – Your hair is growing so much.

- Oh, yeah. I guess I haven’t cut it in a while.

- I like it so much. – Chantal tucked it behind his ear – It has been a long time since I’ve seen it like that.

- I guess so... – they stood next to each other and looked at the mirror in the hallway,

- You’ve grown to be a handsome man, Kris.

- Mama...

- Je mama houdt zoveel van je... – “Your mama loves you very much”.

- Ik houd ook van jou. – “I love you too” – Now I’ll be late for my class!

- Oh, yes! Sorry about that. I’ll wake up your sister who’s late for hers.

It was during the pandemic that Kris found confidence in his hairstyle and gender identity. He decided to let his hair grow again because he understood it didn’t matter what people would think: he still felt like a man and “hair is hair” not your gender identity. And if someone is bothered by that, Kris would laugh in their face because he didn’t care.

A while after the lockdown, Matic left the band and Jure replaced him and that’s when the Demoni era began.

With his newfound confidence, Kris felt like he could finally release “Ngvot” officially.

They were a little scared of releasing Demoni since they were just starting to make it begin in Slovenia. What if the “second album curse” fell onto it? What if it didn’t fit the expectations? However, they managed to keep the curse away and the album seemed to do just as great if not better than their first album!

But with so much success and with things starting to “get real”, someone had to make a decision: Martin left the band. And Kris remembers very well the tears that followed and the fear that overtook all of them and how all their burdens fell onto him.

Even so, they proceeded. They continued even scared because that was the only way they’d achieve their dreams.

After the new member arrived at the band, Nace, Kris got along with him very well. They hung out most days especially because they lived near each other and they would often have Jam sessions, and Kris knew he could count on Nace when he just needed a moment of peace from the whole band.

Nace was his roommate during Eurovision, and he was there when Kris arrived at their room after the semi-final, and he just jumped on the bed to stare at the ceiling as the adrenaline died down and he started to feel tears forming in his eyes, and rolling down his cheeks.

- Nace... – he said – We are in the final. We are in the fucking final!

Nace hugged him and cry kept crying.

- We did it, Nace! We did it... I’m so happy.

- And we are going to keep at it, okay?

- Definitely.

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Bokris from Miha's pov hehe.

anyways! Sources!

CHAPTER 1

Miha thought Kris was ugly as a baby and he gave him a guitar at 11: https://novice.svet24.si/clanek/zabava/626a937a72d5e/miha-gustin-gusti-upam-da-sinu-ne-delam-sramote

Kris didn't like his father's music: https://novice.svet24.si/clanek/astro/616977e71ab9c/miha-gustin-gusti-in-sin-kris-glasbenika-in-zaveznika-razlicna-okusa-a-ista-ljubezen-do-glasbe

Kris wasn't able to color inside the lines (same source as point 1)

Kris likes more Slovenian food than dutch: https://jokeroutsubs.tumblr.com/post/739664742412697600/eng-translation-rocknroll-in-the-blood

Summer Vacation: https://mihagustin.blogspot.com/2011/07/najstnisko-dolgocasje.html

Kris used to play football: https://youtu.be/qpYY9BwpLRc?si=NiblKnDzy99vTDnp&t=373

Kris doesn't think he's good at sports or games (same source as 6)

Kris decided to cut his hair at the age of 10 because he was bullied for "being a girl" : https://youtube.com/shorts/syrFFuLax7U?si=9QkodFxyt98OZU1F

Kris wasn't good in school, but then he became an excellent student (same source as 2)

Miha and Chantal are Allieeeees: https://youtu.be/gRSbqtNlsXA?si=k05ZWnJXrL1VOyHL

Maja does gymnastics (same source as point 4)

Kris was a reporter at school when he met the apokalipsa guys: https://www.tumblr.com/jokeroutsubs/725625224282963968/nace-jordan-for-slovenian-online-journal-aleteia?source=share

Kris started playing guitar after meeting Bojan and because of the girls even though his father is a musician: https://youtu.be/U8J_RhxAQdE?si=xwhrcI-KaKUUxW2N

That song isn't played with distortion: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mIlnXLv1g1Y&ab_channel=Elja

Kris asking his dad to teach him how to play (same source as point 2)

Look at Krisko at the Apokalipsa's concert: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B7iCkNDnHMo&ab_channel=BANDAPOKALIPSA

Kris and Jan's band: https://youtu.be/GQNhhX7ih5A?si=xFsaLhmVruOVK7Hu

Ngvot: https://youtu.be/hP79eReOczA?si=2IyyLFCA67VlpEQE

Gay Bar: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sotVP84VSFk&ab_channel=Alex

Kris hard to get: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=djIyhgUmWlA&ab_channel=EurovisionInsider & https://www.tumblr.com/kurooscoffee/732261010119016448/eng-sub-dropping-some-bokris-lore-bc-this-is-too?source=share

Gola: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ccs1DU8bya4&ab_channel=kurooscoffee

Kris' GF is dutch (Same source as point 4)

Bojan rejected Ngvot multiple times (NEED HELP FINDING THE SOURCE)

Bojan rejecting Dopamin: https://youtu.be/obG8dxtDH-o?si=W5FaO-HI-UzW5Lhb&t=1042

Either Bele Sanje or Dopamin is about a girl: https://www.instagram.com/reel/C2Kepp8udXQ/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

Garbage HipHop: https://www.tumblr.com/kurooscoffee/743786585087148032/reblogging-cuz-i-googled-what-%C5%A1trumpantli?source=share

In 2022, Miha said Kris was dating a girl for the past 3 years: https://novice.svet24.si/clanek/astro/616977e71ab9c/miha-gustin-gusti-in-sin-kris-glasbenika-in-zaveznika-razlicna-okusa-a-ista-ljubezen-do-glasbe

As of the beginning of 2023, he was still dating the same girl: https://jokeroutsubs.tumblr.com/post/720664604133523456/hey-guys-thanks-for-all-your-hard-work

Kris and Nace were roommates during ESC: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ARgHgpEz9iI&ab_channel=ESCunited

Real Miha and Chantal love story (JUST LOOK AT THEM, THEY ARE ADORABLE): https://x.com/kurooscoffee/status/1806671881308659810?s=46&t=yp0BYR2xB56k6qgtrkXLOg

Kris wrote NGVOT in 2018: https://www.metropolitan.si/scena/glasba/skupina-joker-out-nam-je-razkrila-kaj-ne-sme-manjkati-v-zaodrju-preseneceni-boste/

#never made a post so long I think lol #joker out #joker out kris #joker out bojan #bokris #joker out fanfic #polaroid photos universe

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