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As much as I enjoyed the story in Love & Deepspace and Obey Me, I uninstalled them both a few months ago. It was tough, but I came to the conclusion I don't want gacha in my romance games. Life is too short for me to keep wasting my time grinding for a chance of getting my fave's card.
For me, dissatisfaction outweighs enjoyment in the long term. Like you know how infuriating it is to save for months only to get the UR of a guy that you're extremely not into? And then this happens multiple times??! I can't keep doing that to myself. At least in action gachas, the unwanted character you pulled could be meta in several ways and you may eventually use them; compared to unwanted romantic advances from a guy you don't like...unless there's main story lore in the card, you won't really get any joy
I can keep going but I'm gonna stop here. In a nutshell, I'm going back to my roots and sticking to visual novels
#i appreciate the accessibility of the games but i know it'll be more worthwhile to just drop $40 on a full game that i can play whenever#-i want without the fear of missing out making me play when i dont want to.#it's important to remember that if your hobby is not sparking joy. something needs to change and/or get yeeted. i chose yeet.#sorry rafayel my dear. sorry leviathan my bestie. dont miss me too much đđ#1242.txt#journal#i just needed to write my feelings out publicly
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YOU MAKE ME GO CRAZY OVER YOU !!



ŕ¨ŕ§Â -âş hey, that boy over there..isn't he the most popular student athlete on campus? how did you two meet, anyway?
pair -⺠jock/athlete! enhypen x fem! reader | wc -⺠3.5k (700 per member) | no warnings! | library
Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â LEE HEESEUNG
im gonna sigh dreamily when i say heâs most DEF basketball captain.Â
yes ik i wrote about this in wrong number i dont CARE i will say it with my whole chestÂ
DORK DORK DORK but cute dork with lethal face card. smirks after making yet another basket and winks at you
age old question how tf did yall meet!!!Â
you pass by the gym and some guy on the way stops to talk to youÂ
like âhey i know you from somewhereâ
âyes heeseung we were partners from a project two weeks ago how do you not remember..âÂ
heâs embarrassed asf especially because he remembers a lot of peopleâs names
after that he wants to be in your good graces and be friends
totally not because he remembered how you did a lot of the work for said project no complaints!!
and he doesnât want you to rat him out to the teacher⌠or tell other people heâs not friendly
âhey y/n, come to my game? iâll do better if youâre there :)âÂ
you go only because you needed to complete an assignment while you were there at school anywaysÂ
but sometimes youâd see him laughing with his friends, or how serious he is on court and woah, heeseung looks cool for once
you wait for him after because you figured he needed you for somethingÂ
âawh, you wanted for me?â âi could be doing much better things.â âawh, come on y/n letâs get some ice cream! my treat since we get to spend time togetherâÂ
heâs annoying but you let him tag around because he doesnât bother you LOL
more under the cut!
drags you along when he practices alone so he can have some company
you like the company and the white noise too
you definitely doubt if he likes you because he is SUCH A FLIRT but no he DOES! he writes a confession on a basketball and âmissesâ so you can catch it
you pass it back without seeing the messageÂ
but heeseung keeps missing and it almost hits you on the head and youâre like âdude you SUCK hello??â he says âoh lol maybe itâs the ballâ byee why was he smooth with it!!!!
you check the message and roll your eyesÂ
âif i make this you have to kiss meâ you tell him and youâre about to shoot but he picks you up and brings you right next o the next to let you throw it in and then kisses u!!!!
not to be like oh im writing an smau on basketball captain heeseung but.. *tucks hair behind ear*Â
most definitely tries to be mysterious and cool when youâre datingÂ
dribbles in front of you, trick shots, runs up to you when youâre alone, gives you one kiss between ever basket he makesÂ
teaches you how to play!!!!
ABSOLUTELY lights up when someones mentions you when you two date
âoh yeah my partner in math is ___âÂ
âomg ___?? the love of my life ___??âÂ
you lowk have to drag him away i fearÂ
Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â PARK JONGSEONGÂ
baseball captain *faints*Â
enhypen x mariners and him speaking in englishâŚso you want me DECEASEDÂ
baseball captain jay and you who attends his games because jake aka ur friend on the team knows you have nothing better to doÂ
âi bet you wonât make it even to five games before buying cotton candyâ jake says because you have a MASSIVE sweet toothÂ
you tried really hard because $15 and a burger was on the lineÂ
and you kept coming becauseâŚwell there was a cute captain who always knew how to rally his teammates and get them excitedÂ
also great sportsmanship and was super friendly to everyone!Â
definitely got mad when the umpire makes a wrong callÂ
sharp reaction times. EVEN SHARPER JAW.Â
of course you stared! of course you were not paying attention to whatever jake was saying about his test after their game..how could you when jay was doing his lopsided smile as his friend pats him on the shoulder from ten feet away??
one time you come early because theyâre practicing on the field and you see jay and jake passing to each other
jay just so effortlessly throwing the ballâŚoh my god
heâs just so perfect and jake cheers from the sidelines because he knows his captain pays attention to every single person who has stepped foot on the baseball field iNCLUDING YOU
you come up to jake after the fourth game, showing him you still had your $5 and your tongue wasnât stained with any blue or pink
jay comes over, arm thrown around jakeâs shoulder as he waves and smiles to youÂ
dark hair with a twinge of sweat as he runs a hand through it, pulling it back to place on his capÂ
JAY IN A BASEBALL CAP *faints again*
he walks you out to the parking lot and asks what the $5 in your pocket is for because he keeps seeing you pull it outÂ
you explain your whole bet to him and he nods
next game. before it starts. he gets you cotton candy and makes sure it gets to you somehowÂ
you smile and youâre all giddy when you eat it because thereâs a p.j. on the cap and heâs just so cuteÂ
jake doesnât say anything he already knows itâs happening between you two.Â
jay finally writes on a baseball and tells you to catch, and it says âletâs dateâ and you grab a sharpie and scribble âkiss me firstâÂ
OH YEAH HE WALKS OVER AND KISSES YOU.Â
soon every game instead of cotton candy itâs his baseball cap when itâs sunny, his jacket when youâre cold, baseballs with notes on them, and roses for his girlfriend aka youuuuuÂ
jay is such a romantic and he is not afraid to show itÂ
he orders custom jerseys that say jay/n on the back with the day you got together!!!!!Â
BEST BOYFRIEND EVERRRRRR
Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â SIM JAEYUN
rugby player jake but he has dark long hair let that settle inÂ
campus flirt campus playboy but in reality he doesnât go on dates and nothing really happens past the smiles, heâs just super popular
you are also pretty well known! a little flirty but super sweet and your charm and how expressive and open you are with other people is what people like!
and he sees you cheering with your friend who he remembers is dating someone from the team
rugby has no gear so he just runs like no tomorrowÂ
smiling in the sun or determined stare as he talks to his team, you never knowÂ
he yells either in frustration, victory, or defeat, literally will never be silentÂ
so after a game you follow your friend down to the railing and she has her little moments with her boyfriendÂ
and you and jake kind of awkwardly stand there for a momentÂ
he wipes his sweat off with a towel and smiles at you, cracking the iceÂ
âhow long have you had to deal with that?â he points over to themÂ
you shrug and tell him âhowever long youâve been dealing with itâ he laughsÂ
oh wow his smile when heâs right in front of you is just so prettyÂ
and his little chuckle as he shakes his head and looks back up at youÂ
âwho do you watch on the field?â he asks, with a little smirk because he likes youÂ
âwhoever catches my attentionâ you tell him also smilingÂ
oh its a CHALLENGE. he will make sure to run on the side of the field youâre watching from, winking at you on the field, ugh just everythingÂ
you come to a party at the end of the season to celebrate and he sees youÂ
âyou came!!â super happy and makes sure you are next to him all the timeÂ
ây/n you know the teammates, yeah?â you smile and congratulate themÂ
he leaves to get you a soda/water and jungwon leans inÂ
âjake LOVES to talk about you by the wayâÂ
âyeah he always says how pretty you are in the library or in class, he likes when your friend comes because that means you come with herâ
heeseung nods, âsuper into you, no jokeâÂ
jake comes back trying to play it off âwhoâs into y/n?âÂ
you poke at his shoulder and smile, âyouâ and heâs all bashful and gigglyÂ
loves to call himself ây/nâs girlfriendâÂ
âsorry, i canât i have to buy flowers for y/nâ âsorry y/n needs me to help her studyâ âsorry y/n needs a ride hereâ STUCK TO YOUR HIP
ofc he doesnât abandon his friends but he loves spending time with you :3
Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â PARK SUNGHOON
sunghoonâs reputation proceeds himâcold on the court and just as reserved off of it
ugh heâs so annoying, he always has his bag in the same spot as yours and he always is at the water filling station with hos annoying 32oz bottle before you
also hogs that automatic tennis ball throwing machine like how are YOU supposed to practice tennis tooÂ
âhey i need thatâ he furrows his eyebrows and shrugsÂ
âi was here firstâ âwhat are you twelve????â sunghoon tells you âget here earlier next time thenÂ
oh yeah. for the next week you ran to the courts everytime to get it before himÂ
one day he sees you and races you to the gates and you beat himÂ
sulky after as if his career is over
definitely varsity and one of the best, but he never approaches girls after his games
one time you go to a menâs game because itâs one of the most anticipated of the seasonÂ
its neck to neck, third set with 40-adv, sunghoonâs serve
he chases after that ball and sends it over, it barely hits the net and tumbles over, AND HE WINSSSS BRAHHHHHÂ
even if you hate him you will admit that he made the game extremely interestingÂ
you see his friends congratulate him and you notice that he never gets his clothes dirtyÂ
always wears white to practiceâpristine asfÂ
secretly he loves watching you too
even if you hate him for getting on your nerves some days and almost never doing more than bare minimum, you cannot lie and say sunghoon isnât a huge inspirationÂ
just as you are to himÂ
sunghoon thinks your tenacity and passion for tennis is what makes you so fun to watchÂ
so even if he has homework, he goes to a game of yours and comes down to the court after the gameÂ
bumps your shoulder after, âgood game, y/nâ and youâre like ?? âyouâre here?â and heâs sooo nonchalant when he says âof course, i canât miss a fun game can i?âÂ
thereâs a fun mixed doubles tournament for a whole gift basket of things and you come up to himÂ
âhey letâs pair upâ and he grinsÂ
you two play each other for practice and youâve tied the score so many times youâve lost count
and sunghoonâs a little annoying but oh lord heâs so attrative??? so maybe he wasnât THAT annoyingâŚ
mixed doubles tourney rolls around and oh yeah. you two win.
you know much he likes natto and you say âhere you take the nattoâ he shakes his head âno you eat it all the timeâ
you two bicker and you say âfine lets just share it!â and to your surprise..he opens the package and just mixes it all inÂ
you two sit and share the natto, then he tells you he thinks youâre pretty cool on courtÂ
you raise your eyebrow cuz where is this coming from!! and he rolls his eyesÂ
ânevermind maybe youâre only bright on the courtâÂ
âhey whatâs that supposed to mean!!!â you take the natto and eat all of it LMFAO and then he pouts because noo his natto!!!
you kiss his cheek. itâs ok everything is ok now he is a happy boyÂ
âyouâre my matchâ you write on a tennis ball pin and he keeps it on his bag like his life DEPENDS on it
Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â KIM SUNOO
THE CUTEST VOLLEYBALL SETTER EVERÂ
i hate to be like oh youâve had the fattest crush on him for like two months BUT ITS TRUEÂ
youâre on yearbook and you make an excuse to go see sunoo play!!
you two met when you were at a volleyball game and you told him to smile, but heâs one of those guys who says âwait delete that take another one!!âÂ
and ofc you agree, snapping a few cute photos of him
he posts to his social media, tagging you with a cute song saying âthanks photographer :3âÂ
and so you it begins, your small little crush on him..
he loves seeing you at his games, always makes sure to wave to you on the courtÂ
hey so setter sunoo is insanely good at what he doesÂ
so graceful when he places a NASTY setter dump on the other team, a glare shot at one of the other teamâs members bad-mouthing him, but a glowing smile as he high-fives all his teammates!Â
super supportive, and you loveee that about him!! he cares so much about everyone it makes your heart warmÂ
âhere, letâs eat together,â you tell him, and you bring him some noodles you made because he said he was craving someÂ
he smiles at you and sits down, beginning to slurp slurp slurp and SCOREEE he loves itÂ
âthanks y/n, let me treat you some time :)â UGH DEAD DEADÂ
KIM SUNOO KING OF FLOAT SERVESÂ
huge smile on his face when it lands where it needs to, he loves that feeling of satisfaction and soaks up all of your praise after his games are overÂ
he slips out of practice sometimes to see what youâre doing in yearbook, and heâll take your camera to tell you to smile as he takes pics
someone in your class tells you too to look overfor a photo , so he loops an arm around your shoulders to pull you close and smileÂ
AND OH EM GEE UR LIKE TOTALLY GEEKING OUT OVER IT HELLO??????/Â
you ask her to print you a copy of it to save in your scrapbook, but sunoo cuts in and asks for another oneÂ
âi like seeing youâ DEAD IN A DITCH esp when he smiles at you and then runs off to practice before he gets in trouble
so competitive on the court and it makes him a little sulky when he losesÂ
âargh i did so bad todayâ heâd tell you, but in your eyes hello kim sunoo could do no wrong!! and you share your snacks while reassuring himÂ
he swears tho, ânooo, i had to look cool for you!â and youâre tired of hearing him say and do all of these sweet things and straight upÂ
âwhy?â âwhat do you mean, y/n?â âwhy do you want to look cool for me?â âwell i liked you duh!âÂ
but sunoo never wanted to confess, he was too scared he wasnât good yet at showing you all of his perfect bf traitsÂ
WELL HE THOUGHT WRONG!! heâs been perfect from d1 so now he just sneaks in like 40 kisses before every gameÂ
Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â YANG JUNGWON
see so jungwon, heâs been a little FLIRTY as of recently.Â
âyou like older guys? but im a younger guy with rhythmâ WHAT THE FKSCNHDJFD
whatever. anyways jungwon focuses on badminton like itâs a lifelineÂ
hitting birdies in his sleep would be smth he would do if he could, he loves how aggressive he can be in the sport without moving too much, lots of strategy involvedÂ
you come to one of his games because your friend is on the other team, and you want to cheer him on
but jungwon notices youâre literally from his school??Â
isnât it weird youâre going to a game for someone on the other teamâŚ
so he sets off a planÂ
he goes to you after the game before your friend can
âhey, how come you donât support anyone on our teamâ so straight to the point helpÂ
and you tilt your head in confusion because âwell i donât know anyone from the team and youâre all scaryâ
scary??? jungwon makes it his personal mission to debunk that cuz no one is SCARYÂ
maybe sunghoon but thatâs because heâs varsity 1 and the best player within 150 miles but whatever
he makes it his mission to wave to you when he sees you and when heâs sat next to you in one of your classes heâs like yay perfÂ
âyouâre the guy from that badminton game huh?â âis that a good or bad thingâÂ
you shrug âwhatever you want it to beâÂ
and he asks you to go to his next game but if he wins, you have to support the team and if he losesÂ
and you stare at him like âwtf do i get out of itâÂ
jungwon did NOT think about thatÂ
he promises to buy you a snack afterÂ
and itâs free food so you canât complainÂ
you two talk more and he finds out you used to play badminton before you hurt your ankle and wanted to focus on schoolÂ
so he takes you to practice and gives you one of his expensive rackets
lowk falling in love everytime you laugh and chase the birdieÂ
jungwon pretends to hate chasing after it but heâll still hit it back even if itâs out of bounds because he doesnât want to waste your time picking it up
you two sit down and you tell him how fun it was to be able to play, and how much you missed it from your childhoodÂ
your school holds a small festival where other school athletes go against your team modified lighting roundsÂ
paired with vendors and fun carnival stands, but the main attractions are always the variety of sports to watch
jungwon is one of the representatives from your school but so is your friend from the other school, so itâs heated when they play
you tie a ribbon around his racket (curtesy of sunghoon for helping you out) and write a note saying âif you do good ill cheer for youâÂ
AND HE WINS. so you keep your end of the bargain and cheer for him after the game is over, giving him a high five and a hug
he walks with you and asks about what you two are BECAUSE THIS IS A DATE this is date behaviorÂ
âof course i like you won who wouldnâtâ
letâs just say he gives u little kisses all over when you two are alone sigh so cute
Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â NISHIMURA RIKI
heâs been on the soccer team ever since he was a freshman and even before, retaining his cute features and mischievous personalityÂ
when you became assistant manager you were scared but your brother heeseung was on the team and your mom told you to look after him at schoolÂ
and riki takes after heeseung a LOT when they play and heeseung even goes as far as inviting riki overÂ
so rikiâs super good at soccer by the time heeseung leaves, but he also has this small crush on you that heeseungâs told you aboutÂ
you just never said anything because you never had a reason to nor were you uncomfortable with itÂ
but junior year hits and riki comes back from winter break with pitch black hair all styledÂ
alsoâŚa lot taller than you. and no more baby fatÂ
and you paid attention to some of it because you saw him for practice, but the hair really did itÂ
during practice he loves to mess with you saying things like âcan you fill up my water y/n pleaseeeeâ âno you have two feetâ âill win the next game against ____ if you get me waterâ âiâll kick you off the team if you donât winâÂ
he sighs and gets up, glaring down at you and you try not to let his playful stare affect you, but SOMETHING was different something was in the air
if riki doesnât play good, itâs because his team manager aka you is NOT thereÂ
you come back the next day to find out he was sulking and didnât play super well because you werenât encouraging him
âgo run a lap, rikiâ and HE DOES JUST THAT âgo practice on the field by yourselfâ
âhow about you ask me to date you nextâ he grumblesÂ
and you HEAR him. loud and clear.Â
but youâre like agh what if he doesnât mean it what if heâs just jokingÂ
at the next game he does super well and you congratulate the whole teamÂ
yas team hybe eatsÂ
you two are getting ready to go home when he finally brings it up
âyou heard what i said on tuesdayâ and you know exactly what he meansÂ
âyep.â âso why didnât you say anything backâ âi didnât know if you were being seriousâ
he scoffs ây/n when have i ever not been serious about youâ Â
he opens your door even if heâs passenger princessÂ
makes fun of you for how much closer you need the wheel to be to drive
YAYYYY Y/NKI IS REAL
he loves to drape an arm around your shoulder walking around schoolÂ
acts as if heâs older when you two are literally the same age HELPÂ
reblogs/interactions are appreciated always!
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and my upcoming jake fic!
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still your biggest fan. â ěĄëŻźę¸°.


SYNOPSIS. your boyfriend is on the other side of the globe touring. somehow you fear the cheers of the fans will make him forget about you. so you decide to remind him you are still and will always be his biggest fan
or in which you find a novel way to use your lightstick and send the video to your beloved bf.
mingi x f!reader, smut, mdni
tags. etablished relationship, facetime sex, masturbation (f & m), BLACK UNDERCUT MINGI (!!!!!!!!), jealous + slightly possessive reader, but mingi reassures her (awwww), use of (unconventional) toys (wink wonk im insane pls stop me), pet names, multiple orgasms (f), praises, squirting. wc. 2k
a/n. this mingi has me feral and the concert videos got me in a chokehold. and it's only the first date i need help. also shout out to that one video of yungi saying they use the lightstick to "relax" at night. not proofread.
There was one thing that was absolutely certain about Mingi: that man loved attention. That man lived for the roars of the crowd. When he danced, he was electrified by the cheers of the fans. And you knew your boyfriend was made to be on stage. He enjoyed the attention of fans, hence the fact he was constantly body rolling, hip thrusting and tongue poking. He loved to see the thousands of people thirst for him, he loved looking at all the concert videos all over the internet. He laughed and giggled at the tiktok edits, at the twitter threads, at every comment more over the top than the next.
Usually you donât mind, you even enjoy them too. You like seeing him happy and fulfilled in his job but today maybe youâre a little insecure. He just flew out to start the American leg of the tour and youâre left behind in this bed that seems so empty. You fear somehow the loud cheers will make him forget about you. You donât want that. You want to remind him. You want to make sure that today when he goes to sleep the last thing he sees is you.Â
You looked at the time, your eyes darted to the digital clock on your night stand. At this time he was probably already at the hotel. It was pretty late for you but you wanted to send him a little treat, you knew how Mingi loved when you sent him videos of you playing with yourself and today you might add a little twist.Â
You didnât have much time if you wanted him to see the video before he sleptâŚ
***
Mingi was spent, true. But he was still pumped full of adrenaline when he stepped out of the shower with the ends of his raven black hair wet, the longer strands of his undercut dripping down. He didnât even bother stepping into his pajamas, the AC was off and this part of the world in July was pretty hot.Â
He tucked himself in bed, still wide awake. He looked at his phone, a text from you from several hours ago when you went to bed. You were probably sleeping right now. He debated responding, fearing he would wake you. But he pictures you pouting when youâd wake up in a few hours without a response from him and he couldnât bear to make you feel that way so he typed a quick answer.Â
đ princess #2: hope the show goes well (ik it will because you gonna kill it cause you the bestđ). i lob you. you know that right? dont forget about me ok? <33333333
đ¸princess minki (real): i could never baby i love you more. hope you have a great day and i miss you baby <3
then for a second the three little dots appeared and Mingi thought he hallucinated it. But then an other text appeared.
đ princess #2: iâll always be your first and your biggest fan
Mingi didn't even have time to reply that he received a video file. He faintly gasped at the thumbnail. It was your legs spread out on his bed. The big play button in the middle of the frame though blocked out the most interesting part and he didnât even breathe before he played the video.
He continued to hold his breath when he saw you rub your clit throught your white panties. He didnât know how long you did played with yourself but your panties were completely see through. Your juices were sticking to your folds, the laces barely concealing you anymore. But still, he needed these damn panties out of the way.Â
He wanted to see you. His hand found his cock on instinct, immediately palming his hardening bulge. And his prayers were answered. You pushed the panties to the side uncovering the most beautiful sight Mingi had ever layed eyes on. He exhaled a long sigh when long strings of slick connected you to the thin fabric of the underwear. How bad he wanted to be there, to stuff your soaked panties into your mouth while he thrusted his thick fingers into you. How bad he wanted to feel you twitch around him. How bad he wanted to hear his name fall from your quivering lips as he brought you to your peak. He wanted you so bad.
But then you grabbed hold of something, something that emitted light⌠The lightiny? Mingiâs jaw hung open when he saw you bring the handle to your center, rubbing it through your folds, coating it with your juices before bringing it up to your hard clit playing with a little, prying beautiful muffled sounds out of your mouth. Just to bring the handle down again, you took a firm grip of the rounded part and pushed the handle inside your trembling core.Â
âFuckâ Mingi exhaled as he started pumping his balled fist around his now fully hard cock, he kicked the covers off him just to be able to jerk himself off without resistance.Â
âNghhhâ you moaned quietly as you bottomed out. âM-Mingi are you watching?â As if you could see him, Mingi nodded vigorously, qmd you gave more purpose to the coming and going of his wrist. âKeep watching me. K-keep- fuck aaaah. Keep looking at me. Iâll make myself cum for you, ok?â
âFuck yes baby I wanna see it all.â Mingi replied in a strangled breath, his hand going to play with balls, while his other hand held the phone incredibly close to his face. if he could have he would have gone through the screen and right into you.Â
You started to slowly bounce on the lightstick. You were obviously already really worked up, your pussy was clenching down on the shiny copper handle and the light was perfectly shining on your hard clit, making it obvious that you were pretty close. Red and swollen, ready to explode. Just how he liked.
So you did. In a few seconds your thighs were trembling and your movement became uneven. You started to squirt small translucent spurts, one then two.
âFuck baby youâre so fucking hotâ Mingi breathed and pumped himself faster.Â
You took the copper handle out and rubbed your clit in tight and fast circles, squirting more translucent liquid and soaking the sheets. Your center quivering around nothing. You slowed down with a sigh and the video stopped.
Mingi felt like he was going to sink into eternal darkness and despair if he didnât see more of you right now. His cock was twitching in his strong fist, his cockhead was leaking so much precum he wanted you to see him too. He wanted you to know what you did to him.
So he pressed FaceTime. It rang once, twice then you picked up. You looked disheveled and short of breath. Fuck how fucking beautiful you were. Mingi wanted to kiss you all over this pretty face of yours.
âWhy do you torture me?â he said a little more whiny than anticipated.Â
He was so cute with wet hair and his eyebrows meeting on his forehead. He flipped the camera to show you his swollen cock, hard, red and leaking. You bit you lip at the mouth watering sight.
âI just wanted you to remember me. That's all.â you started, your hand finding your folds once again. âRemind you I will always be your biggest fanâ
âFuck how could I forget about you? Are you insane?â he breathed out, his voice sounded strained, in pain almost. You could only imagine how worked up he was and this urgency in his tone compelled you to find a new angle to the video call. You balanced it on the covers and your wet pussy and the mess you made came into view again.
âFuckkkkâ Mingi sighed again, trying his hardest not to be too loud. San was next door and the last thing he wanted was for him to bring up his little intimate session with you tomorrow at breakfast. âYouâve made such a mess. I usually hate it but God Iâd give everything to sleep in the wet spot tonightâ. You saw him jerk himself off faster, his thumb spreading the precum all over his tip and dragging it down his shaft. Squeezing the head the bring out even more and repeat it again.Â
âPlease show me againâ he didnât intend to sound so desperate but it couldnât be helped because he in fact was that desperate for you. âPlease show me how you fuck yourself with the lightinyâ
âO-okayâ You brought it back and stuffed it inside your clenching little pussy with a sigh, your other hand spreading your lips apart, making sure Mingi had the first raw VIP view of the show.Â
âFuckkkkâ he whined again. âYouâre so fucking nasty for me, dollâ
You chuckled, knowing your little scheme had worked. You knew right now he was only thinking of you. Completely pussy drunk even though he was thousands of miles away.
âI wish it was you inside me right now, Mingmingâ
âFuck me too babyâ he said strangling his cock tighter, more precum oozing out again. He was close judging by the way he kept on twitching in his own hand. The sight urged you to bounce harder on the handle of the lightstick, your pussy clenching around it, gliding so smoothly in and out of you while your other hand kept on abusing your sensitive bundle of nerves.
âBaby I-Iâm closeâ he said, a certain rasp about his voice that was only giving more weight to his words. His fist was frantically moving along his cock, now mainly focussing on his tip, making the poor thing absolutely miserable: all wet and beet red, close to bursting.
âM-me tooâ you said, feeling the familiar knot in the pits of your stomach approaching its rupture point. The premise of your orgasm manifested itself in the form of an other small sprut of transparent liquid âNggghh fuck-â you gasped. âIâm c-cumming againâ you whined, rubbing your clit faster, in thighter circles. You ripped the handle out of you and one big squirt came out of your abused little pussy, joining the existing mess in Mingiâs sheets.Â
âOh fuck babyâ Mingi couldnât peel his eyes of the screen. âFuck baby me- Fuck⌠Me tooâ He watched as your thighs became weak and as your pretty little pusy gushed out more and more fluids. You were the hottest thing heâs ever seen. And he couldnât possibly take it anymore. He let himself go. He abruptly stop stroking himself just to let the first big rope of cum sprout out of his slit and crash over his stomach. You moaned louder at the sight. He kept on stroking again, milking more delicious cum out of his twitching red cock, completely repainting his stomach with thick and white cum, grunting as his hips involuntarily thrusted upwards until it all stopped.
When he had caught his breath he approached the phone to show his stomach and scooped some of his spillage between his fingers.Â
âLook what you did to me? Just cause you got a little jealous of the fans?â he chuckled.
âI did that?â you said appalled, âNo you did that! Stop making me jealous and it won't happen againâ He flipped the camera again and you couldn't help but to smile mindlessly at the screen. He was a complete wreck, sharp eyes half lidded, bottom lip swollen and red from being bitten and strands of black hair sticking to his forehead. This haircut made him ridiculously hot. A mischievous smirk pulled at his full lips.
âOrâŚâ he trailed off. âI don't this stop and you make me dirty sexy videos after every showâ
âYeahâ you said, sarcasm tinting your voice. âLet's see you do that! Weâll see how it goes when you came backâ you challenged him. Your smile sent shivers down Mingiâs spine. He loved you but you definitely could be scary sometimes.
âYou know what, I changed my mind. I'll just behave and you can reward me when I get home.â
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Never Shall We Die (3; final)

ÂŤÂŤ Nothing is too outlandish when itâs a life of liberty on the line. Â
PAIRING: kwon soonyoung x reader
PLAYLIST: right here!
pirate lingo glossary (pls refer!)
SYNOPSIS: Deadliest pirate on the high seas or a damn fool? The stupid King and his men have snatched Hoshi's precious pirate ship with their too clean, too soft hands; grounds to question his own vices. Except, when he and his crew land in the quarters of a navy ship, revenge on their roster, they stumble across a princess in its gallows. Hoshi wonders if he's just struck gold, or if you'd become the final tread to his downfall.
GENRES: pirate!au, enemies to lovers, slowburn, angst, fluff, smut [minor dni], some pirates of the carribean vibes but ? idk
WORD COUNT [full fic]: 48.1k
Part 1: 17.07k | Part 2: 15.2k | Part 3 [final] : 15.8k
@highvern's out of context comment box: new fear unlocked: hoshi with explosives, victorian ankle moment, HATE HIM (need him carnally), hoshi covered in soapy water would distract me enough, strip for me pirate mingyu [hes litrally taking off his jacket], your honor hes a bitch, freaks!, mingyu crushes hoshi's head like a grape, WONWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, massive dick, the way i literally gasped like an old scandalized woman
masterlist
WARNINGS: slowburn, plot heavy, happy ending bc no angsty endings in this household, being taken hostage, knives, bombs, and guns, mentions of blood, mentions of SA (does not happen and it is not explicitly mentioned), alcohol, mentions of death (patricide), hoshi is â¨selectively moralâ¨but kind of moral nonetheless, side character death, [pls lmk if im missing something its alot] smut tags: hoshi loves thighs, corruption kink to the mAX, clit stimulation, oral (f. receiving), breast play, p in v sex (unprotected, 1800s contraception will make you prefer it but pls dont do this irl), making out
[AN]: final part oh my god if youve read the other parts up till now, THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU i hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as i loved writing it, im really proud of this fic and im so happy so many of you have enjoyed it so far. @highvern betaing as always ty for not giving up on me. AS ALWAYS, PLS TELL ME YOUR THOTS IN THE RBS OR THE REPLIES OR SEND ME AN ASK LITERALLY WTV MUAH MUAH HAPPY READING <3

THIS IS THE NICEST PRISON Hoshi has ever been in, which was saying something, because he had been in quite a lot of prisons.Â
But it was uncomfortable nonetheless, six grown men tied up and shoved into a crouching space to be done with as the men that prowled above pleased.Â
Hoshi would be lying if he said he hadnât had to restrain from pushing some of those sorry soldiers into the ice waters beyond the glaciers. He had resisted, the crew had resisted, but just enough to convince them of their unwillingness.Â
Hoshi had realised early on that there was no possible way of getting aboard Tigress without somehow climbing aboard the Kingâs boat first. The king wasnât about to simply hand Hoshiâs ship over, and there was no indication that they'd wait till after nightfall to depart.Â
Hoshi also knew that the King would refuse to have him die so easily in the waters of the Green Islands, his pride depended on it. He imagines the man drawing up the specifics of the most gruesome execution the Kingdom would ever see. Hoshi was counting on it.Â
The bounds couldâve been broken out of and the locks somehow picked, but Hoshi also knew that he had to wait. Wait for you to find him first.Â
âWhatâs taking her so long?â Jun asks. Heâd been the most anxious out of all, the shaking feet and restless moving making it clear.Â
âThe bomb wonâtâŚgo off still strapped to her, will it?â Minghao asks and Hoshi isnât quite sure he wants to know the answer.Â
âIt shouldnât. Not until she pulls the tab. ButâŚâ
âBut?â Hoshi whips around. âWhy is there a but? You were supposed to make sure there was no but!â
âBig bomb, more boom, less predictable!âÂ
âAre you sure we canât break out and look for her ourselves?â Mingyu grumbles, the most compromised with his longer limbs folded in uncomfortable positions.
âThe minute they know weâre loose theyâll swarm her. There wonât be a way to get to her, not without fighting off every last bastard on this ship. Theyâve taken our stuff too, we donât stand a chance.â
They did, actually, stand a chance. But that was only if they were to break away and head straight for Tigress that was empty and standing right beside this very ship. But they couldnât. Hoshi couldnât. Not without taking you with him.Â
Nobody dares to suggest the easier route, and he doubts itâs just because of what he wants.Â
But panic was beginning to trickle into Hoshiâs veins anyway, the closed off brig refusing to give him any indication of the time of day.Â
The sun was only beginning to set when they were taken to the ship, and he knew they were near done for if they didnât finish what they started before nightfall. He canât tell how long itâs been, and it eats away at his insides.Â
Please be okay.Â
And then he hears it, the sound of a body hitting the floors with a loud thud, a chortle of air before itâs knocked out. He finds himself sitting up straighter, pressing his hands to bars of the prison, trying to peer out the narrow walkway that leads to the doors.Â
And then you appear in the lamplight, haphazard and ruffled up beyond measure.Â
The knife in your hand drips with blood, your shirt torn at the arms, your hands bloodied and bruised.Â
When Hoshi sees your face he almost doesnât recognise you.Â
Thereâs angry blooming marks of red and purple all across your neck and collarbone, your eyes bloodshot and red, watering like youâd been swimming in salt water.Â
âWho did this?â he asks before anything else, watching you drop to your knees in front of the prison, unanswering as you fumbled with a giant ring of keys in your hand.Â
You jam each key into the lock, twisting it to no avail. Your hands are shaking.Â
The crew finally twist out of their loose bonds, Minghao lurching forward immediately, swatting your hands away. He picks out a few skinny pins from his boot, picking the rusty lock. Despite the strange angle, the bars creak open within seconds.Â
âThereâsâŚThereâs ropes hooked onto the ship on the main deck.âÂ
Your voice sounds like youâre speaking through sandpaper, talking while struggling to emerge with the bomb you had.Â
Hoshi doesnât know what to do when he crawls out of the space.Â
Heâd had it all figured out in his head, what would happen in every possible outcome. You getting hurt wasnât in any of his universal conclusions; especially not on this ship. Theyâd kill his crew, they might even kill the King with themselves, but you were meant to remain unscathed.Â
âWhyâwhy do you look like that? What happened?â Nothing registers in his head, not even when Jun is pushing him out into the hall.Â
âGet up to the deck and get out across the lines!â Jun gruffs in his ears. âThat bombâs gonna go off with us still on here.â
He sees the canister that lies in the same prison they had just exited, he sees your mouth moving without sound. All he can think of are the distinct fingerprints around your throat and how it looked like somebody tried to kill you before they tried to kill him.Â
âSoonyoung,â he hears you say in a broken voice and thatâs all it takes for him to snap out of it.Â
His crew is looking at him expectantly. He looks back at the door and sees the crumpled bodies of the prison guards.Â
So much for leaving quietly.Â
The minute Hoshi is out the door of the brig, he finds a chest next to the collapsed, bleeding soldiers. Kicking it open, he can only scoff as he finds the entire crewâs weapons in such close vicinity.Â
He feels better with his dagger at his hip, along with the rest of his knives that he slips into the loops. Even more so with the rest of his crew armed and ready.Â
âWe know where the deck is.â He swallows, eyeing his crewâs weapons in their ready hands. He knew theyâd agreed to ensure the clean sinking of the ship, but the fallen bodies on the floor were an ode to a different route theyâd have to take. âDonât hesitate if someone gets in your way.â
Taking cautious steps to the upper decks, he finds more bodies collapsed onto the floor, bleeding and unconscious. He opts to ask you the details later, wondering how you were able to take down all these guards by yourself.Â
It isnât until they reach the stairs that lead to the main deck that he comes across a guard.Â
Before the witness can raise any alarm, Hoshiâs slamming the butt of his dagger into the side of his head, knocking him clean unconscious as he falls off the side of the short railing.Â
Clambering up the steps as quietly as possible, he raises a hand behind him to signal his crew to halt, peering into the main deck first.Â
The sun is still out, but low in the sky as it dips in the sky. Thereâs a few people on the deck, pacing and moving about in preparation for departure. Angling his gaze, he finds ropes suspended over the edge of the railing, parallel to the water.Â
He canât see Tigress, but he knows thatâs what the ropes are hooked on to.Â
âJun,â he beckons. âHow long till the bomb on the other ship goes off?â
The bomb Jun had planted in the first ship they had arrived in should be going off any time now, and Hoshi finds himself needing it to go off now.Â
Jun barely opened his mouth to reply when the ship shuddered.Â
For a moment, Hoshi thinks the bomb in the brigs had gone off, but when he finds the clambering of boots to one side of the ship, opposite to where the ropes tied to Tigress, he realises their surrogate ship had given its last gift to the crew.Â
The rest of the ship would be bounding to the main deck to inspect the noise soon, so he shoots a quick, âHurry!â behind him before stepping onto the main deck.Â
The entire deck is occupied with the ship that lies a ways away across the expanse of sea, the beginnings that would soon lead the entire ship to be engulfed in flames. Itâs tilting at a dangerous angle.Â
Hoshi stands as he uses the crew straight towards the ropes that lead to Tigress. Glancing, he finds Mingyu and Chan already hanging on the suspended ropes, making their way towards the empty deck of their ship.Â
Hoshi keeps his eyes on the occupied men on board, still staring at the lightshow that was their old ship. It isnât until one of them turns, eyes towards the stairs that lead to the lower decks, that his eyes dart to the unfamiliar men on the deck.Â
âFuck,â Hoshi curses, before lunging, grabbing the man by the shoulders and covering his mouth, dragging him wordlessly to the edge before throwing him off the ship and into the icy waters below.Â
âGo!â he hears you rasp brom behind him, ushering him to the ropes.Â
The crew is gone, Jun making the last jump to land on the deck. Theyâre running around, pulling ropes and fastening the sails to push the ship off into open waters as soon as possible.Â
Thereâs two ropes that tie the two ships together, and Hoshi ushers you onto one of them, pushing you to suspend yourself before he follows.Â
âThereâs not enough time, go to the other one!â you tell him, pushing him to hold onto the other tattered rope.Â
Soonyoung eyes your state, âAre you sure you canââ
âYes! I promise I can, please, before they cut both the ropes.â
So he trusts you, eyes straight ahead to the railing of his ship, gripping the rough, frayed rope to push himself towards the deck. His hands burn, but he finds himself moving ever closer to his final destination.Â
His hand grabs hold of the wooden railing of his Tigress at long last, pulling himself onto the deck of his beloved ship. Immediately whipping his head to his right, he tries to find you reaching the ship with him. The crew is preoccupied in attempting to get the ship ready for departure, he finds your form nowhere.Â
When he looks back, the rope he had climbed was gone, leaving gaping space in its absence. He trails the second rope, from the hook that had dug into the railing of Tigressâs wood, trailing it to the naval shipâs deck.Â
What he sees puts his heart in his throat.Â
You stand on the deck of your fatherâs ship, swarmed by now alert guards and soldiers who swarm you, yelling profanities and orders as they watch their prisoners get away right in front of them.Â
Hoshi watches as you lift your dagger, and cut the last rope that ties you together, free to fall and hit against the hull of his ship.
He calls out your name in what could only be described as a guttural scream.Â
His crew halts whatever it was they were doing, taking the steps to realise what had just happened.Â
Hoshiâs boot meets the top of the railing, ready to take the plunge into the water. Heâd climb back up the ship and get you out. He doesnât know what you were thinking, what he was thinking when he left you there, but heâd get you out.Â
Arms pulling him, heâs yanked back and positively thrown onto the deck.
âWhat is wrong with you?â Minghao yells, pushing his captain back as he springs up.Â
âSheââ
Your father emerges from the crowd of guards and soldiers that run rampant on the deck, approaching you at the railing of the main deck.Â
Hoshi sees the hand that remains on his shoulder, the blood that covers the still bleeding wound, the effort it takes him to simply walk.Â
The bruises on your neck, the wound at his shoulder that looks like it was slashed through by a knife.Â
And then it clicks in Hoshiâs head, what had truly happened in the hours that you were out of his sight. And all he sees is red.

WITH THE WAY THE words on the pages seem to double, you wouldâve thought you were going mad.Â
Youâre a child, barely grown into your own body as you sit in the dimly lit library of the palace, utterly exhausted, wishing to be anywhere but sitting at the wooden desk with your name on it. The moon barely shone through the window, your only source of light the fireplace that burned in the corner and your lamplight.Â
It was a time where you felt like you could prove yourself, that perhaps, the reason your father refused you his approval was because you were simply not working hard enough. And now, at an hour where you should be fast asleep in your four poster bed, you attempt to understand diplomatic structures and everything that made your country what it was.Â
It was late, and there was nothing you wouldâve liked more than to put your head on the table and rest your eyes for a few tantalising seconds, which you do, right over the book you were reading.Â
You awoke in the same place, shaken awake by a panicked looking servant, the sun shining through the great windows of the palace library.
It seems your disappearance from your bedchambers had put the entire palace in disarray, not realising the princess was fast asleep behind the giant pile of books other servants had already skimmed past thrice.Â
Not only were you unable to recite the rankings of the constitutions with the vigour your father required, but you were unable to give him a reason as to why you were absent for both breakfast and morning lessons.Â
He made the servants kneel in the throne room for hours, and did not fail to tell you that it was all your fault.
And now, in the ice cold of the Green Islands, old and wise enough to know that your father simply needed a reason to despise his heir, you accept the hands around your throat as his final act of terror.Â
Red faced and arms shaking, your father does not speak to you as he presses down on your windpipe with all his might. Your vision is going dark and splotchy, and you decide, for a moment, to let him have this moment.Â
Heâs too preoccupied in applying his pressure to realise that youâve raised your right foot enough for your hands to fish out your knife from its place, taking positivity in the handle of your knife that fits in your hand.Â
Before you can lose consciousness, you raise your arm high, and plunge it directly into his neck.Â
Howling, he releases you from his hold, both of you dropping to the floor of the ship with a resonating thud. You cough, sputter and hack, cold hands finding your now warm neck.Â
Your father lays clutching his shoulder as he remains in agony on the floor, and you realise you missed the crucial plunge in your own disarray.Â
It was good enough, rendering the old man incapable of finding his bearings.Â
You watch as he writhes on the floor of the quarters that almost became your figurative deathbed, the same hands that wrapped around his own daughterâs throat now clutching the shallow wound that renders him useless.Â
Standing over him, throwing your own shadow on his body, you feel a surge of power, a rush of adrenaline that shoots straight to your head. Perhaps this was your circulation returning from the deprivation, but you let the feeling imprint in your soul, let your fatherâs broken figure bring you satisfaction.
You leave him there, writhing in pain, digging your knife under the lock of the quarters, pulling back to break it away from the door. The guards stationed outside do nothing as you leave, and it isnât until youâve taken to lower decks that you hear the distinct yell of, âYour Majesty!â
Two more guards, who donât expect an altercation from their princess, simply buffer as you send your knife plunging into them both. You do it deep this time.Â
Nobody was innocent, you knew these people as your fatherâs closest men, and knew that all of them were to remain silent as their King murdered his daughter. And when the remorse doesnât do that thing where it trickles in after doing a bad thing, you decide you werenât part of the innocents either.
Itâs easier than you wouldâve expected to get to the crew in the brig, letting out a sigh of relief as you appreciate the familiarity of people on your side.Â
And when Hoshi took his place to guide everyone out and into the open space of the main deck, you let your racing mind rest and decide to trust the man in whatever decision he made to lead you all out. And he did, he led himself and his crew right into the ship that was theirs, safe and where they would have the upper hand.Â
Hoshi didnât know it when he climbed onto the ropes that lead to his boat that he wouldnât have made it if you hadnât stayed, hadnât used your voice of authority to keep the soldiers from attempting to shoot at the escapees, cut the rope while Hoshi remained suspended from it, still only halfway there.Â
You didnât look at him when you sliced both ropes before either party could pull back, didnât register him screaming your name across the void, pretending it wasnât taking everything out of your strength.
But you couldnât jump into the water, not now when a dozen of the royal guards remained ready to take the plunge to save their princess as their duty. The same guards that would comply with their king when told the princess was dead for reasons they all knew but were to forget.Â
The bomb had to go off first, and you had to keep them away from hooking another line to the ship in the meantime. You were operating on a flawed plan and an overenthusiastic crowd of guards that were moments away from shooting a canon straight into the side of the disconnected pirate ship. Â
The distraction comes in the form of your father parting the crowd of soldiers like the red sea, swatting every soldier that attempts to help his bleeding form for anything it was worth. He approaches you at the railing, and for once, you donât look at the ground in his presence.Â
âBold,â he heaves, the effort in his voice apparent. âBold of you to think you could slip away.â
âI havenât tried to slip away, father,â you correct. âIâve stayed right here, even after you failed to kill me. And I, you.âÂ
âNobody is going to listen to you, child. Give in. This is the easy way out,â he says.Â
As if on cue, Junâs bomb goes off for the second time, but this time the ship shudders with more force. It has your father unbalance and fall, along with multiple other soldierâs stumbling. You grip the railing tight, counting on your fatherâs need to live.Â
Despite your horrid throat and the ache in your body, you announce as loud as you can. âThe bomb is in the brig, this ship is sinking.â
The fallen king trembles in a rage you had never quite seen before. Any other time of your life, you wouldâve wished for the ground to swallow you whole to be the subject of such anger.Â
Except, in the setting sun, a burning ship in the background, a pirate ship that awaits you, and the ground beneath your feet that was actively sinking into the freezing water; you smile at your doomed King.Â
âGet to the brig! Secure the lower decks, do not let this ship sink or so help me God!â His voice rings across the deck, spittle blowing from his mouth at the situation.Â
And just like that, your father gives you the final gift of clearing the main deck out for you, leaving but a few straggling soldiers that are too preoccupied with either the sinking ship or their bleeding sovereign.Â
Looking back, you find the crew of Tigress standing at the railing, you find Hoshi already half over the edge and send him a slow nod.Â
Turning back to your father that remains on the floor of the ship that would become his coffin, you utter your next words; for yourself, and the girl that was every second before this, all the way to her first ever memory of sad:
âYouâve taught me to be a ruler fit to be the best for our Kingdom. Consider your death my first act of service for the Crown.â
And then you jumped into the darkening void of the waters below.Â

THE COLD FEELS LIKE every nerve in your body ceased to work.Â
It was nothing at first, the temperature so intense it had your body numb in the face of shock. And then it grew, to a striking cold, and then a feeling that pricked every inch of your skin like a million needles plunging into your body. It was only getting worse with each passing second, before it was so painful it was hot, going from cold to searing and blistering like youâd plunged into the licks of flames.Â
Nowhere in your body did you find a rational sense of mind, something to tell you to kick, flail or float. The warped sky was an orange through the green, only more vibrant. Like there were two ships actively burning on the surface of this water.Â
Hoshiâs face appears behind your closing eyelids, like a mirage or a taunt. Like he was there with you when he wasnât.Â
Would he come for you? Would he take the plunge for the girl he held in his arms, promising her something to fill the gap of a companion, right before she killed her own?Â
Youâd given him what he wanted; your father, his worst enemy, dying as he sank slowly into the bottom of the ocean. Youâd run your course of use, and if he was as smart as people claimed, heâd leave you to suffer the same fate as your father.Â
He could find his freedom elsewhere.Â
And you would find your freedom in the close of your eyes, and the sinking feeling of nothingness.Â
Except, you feel a hardness against your body, stronger even than the current of the waters. Moving impossibly upwards, you remember opening your eyes to find a leather cord suspended in the float of the water, before you remember nothing.Â

THE GREEN ISLANDS WERE on fire. Â
But as unnatural as it seemed, Hoshi had no inclination to register anything but the way the ship in front of him tilts so far out it's already half submerged in the waters. Heâd assumed they might have to ready the cannons, but with the way debris and hollowed wood floats in the waters below, they would not need to.Â
The King was about to be introduced to Davy Jonesâ Locker at the hands of his enemy and successor, but Hoshi could not care enough right now to relish in it.Â
Right now, he stares at the direct circumference of water your body had made contact with and disappeared into, like the world would explode if he lost his place.Â
âShould I jump as well?â Mingyu asks, already half taking his boots off. However, when the man turns to find his captain gone, he lurches over the railing to find his captain diving into the water through all the debris.
Hoshi lets the momentum of his dive take him as further down as possible, whipping his head around as soon as his eyes open into the abyss. The water ripples and erupts in showers of bubbles as broken pieces of ship come apart to fall into the water. It blurs his vision immensely, any ripple that could be you in the water coming out to be yet another piece of wasted wood.Â
The deeper he goes, the more the water presses into his ears. He was a good swimmer, good at holding his breath when needed, but even he had limits.Â
When he cannot see any sign of you, he begins to feel the churning of something skin to panic brew. Panic was never good, not this deep in the water.Â
Twisting and turning, flailing about in place, moving dangerously closer to the burning ship that continued to drop flaming bits of killing slabs, he finds no sign of you in the water.Â
Instead, he watches men in uniform sink deeper and deeper in their failed attempts to stay afloat.Â
All he can think about is if they were losing the battle for air, then so were you, somewhere deeper in the void than he was. He prays that heâs looking aimlessly, that youâve already somehow made your way to the surface by yourself, and you were safe on the deck.Â
The beaded bracelet that remained on his wrist, but belonged to you.Â
âA reason for you to come out of this alive.â
Even without the encasing on his wrist, you had given him more than enough reason to want to come out of this alive, to want to live beyond just for himself and his duty to the crew heâd taken in.Â
He chose the life of a pirate because it was his only out, and every member of his crew that he recruited in succession, he acted as the hand he had needed so desperately in that awful brothel where his mother despised him and his father, a faceless man of Port Ash.Â
Amphitrite was not kind, it was a lesson he learned quickly in his first ventures out at sea. So he too, had to learn to be unkind, to survive in the horrid bellies of ships that werenât his own. And when Tigress came into his life like a vessel of hope, he found a home in her merciful wood, in the ship that he could call his very own.Â
Hoshi lived as a free man on his ship, with his crew that had become his brothers in ways beyond what the thick of blood could offer. He did not care if he lived or died after that, as long as it was on his ship, in the waters that held no quarter for anyone, but gave him everything that nothing else could give him.Â
And so when you approached him with a proposal so bizarre yet so apt for a man like him, he could not refuse. It may have been the way he saw himself in you, terrified of the prospects but thirsting for an escape more than the fear that came with it.Â
Besides, the king was a nuisance that needed to go, and he found himself agreeing to play the hand too complicated for you.Â
What he did not expect was to end up here, in the depths of the ocean in the most uninhabitable part of the earth, trying to pull you out of the cold, unrelenting sea.Â
Hoshi realises in that moment that this might ruin him, the possibility of breaking the surface without you.Â
He decides that if the heavens do not let him find you, he would simply drown in the same waters that gave him purpose, and find peace with the idea that he would lay rest in the same waters as the person who might have given him something more.Â
Kwon Soonyoung, the deadliest pirate to cleave the seas, was in love with you. A princess, so undeserving of a man like him; a bastard, a rogue, a good for nothing criminal.Â
And when he spots the all too familiar build of your form, the linen shirt under the corset he had tied for you just hours ago, the dark brown trousers that signified the change heâd brought into your life, he swore to leave everything heâd ever known to thank the skies and seas for bringing him to you.
His burning lungs, screaming and searing for air, grabbing for your suspended arm that looked as defeated as your closed eyes. Tugging you towards him, he wraps his arm around you to press you to him as tight as he could.Â
Relief. And with the warm sting in his eyes that he doubted was from the salt in the water, heâs sure of everything heâs felt with the feeling of you in his arms.Â
With the bruising on your neck, the bleeding wound in your fatherâs shoulder, he finds it within his breaking body to begin kicking upwards.Â
Every limb, every cell, every hint of life in his body shrieked with its efforts to make him stop. There was no air in his lungs and heâd lost track of time in his search for you, he doesnât know how long he has.Â
But if the blots of nothingness in his eyes were anything to go with, he doesnât presume he has much. In a last ditch effort, he attempts to kick his boots off to weigh him down a little less, holding your dead weight tighter than anything.Â
He was so close, he could feel the warmth of the upper levels of the water change in its temperature on his skin. The glow was near blinding as the orange refracted on the disrupted surface of the ocean, so close yet so far.Â
Inch by inch, kick by kick, memory by memory, he does everything left in his drained power to touch the surface.Â
And he does, breaking out hand first into the burning air of the world above, taking the longest gasp of air he ever has in his life. Once heâs sure he knows where he is, he pushes you up further on his chest, your head resting against his collarbone, still unconscious.Â
âStay with me, princess,â he pants into your ear, hoping you could hear. âIâve got you.â
Chan and Mingyu are in the water beside him, pushing him towards the pulley that awaited them.Â
Mingyu makes an attempt to take your weight of his already struggling captain, but Hoshi finds himself holding on to you tighter, simply urging him to help him back on the deck.Â
The minute your head hits the wood of the deck, heâs checking your pulse. Thereâs no regard for the chaos that ensues around Tigress, both him and his crew too preoccupied with the way you were not breathing.Â
âIâI canât feel anything,â he stutters his words as Seungkwan places a less panicked hand at your neck, under your nose.Â
âItâs weak, sheâs taken in too much water.â
In an instant, he reaches for his knife at his hip, only to realise it was gone, lost somewhere in his rescue.Â
âKnife,â he rasps before repeating louder. âSomeone give me a knife!âÂ
The minute a hilt is in his hands, heâs pushing you over, to reach the back of your constricting corset, pushing his knife into the complicated sailing knot heâd tied it into before, breaking it free. With both hands, he takes hold of the top of the corset and rips it clean in half.Â
Turning you back over, he presses his hands over your clothed stomach, pushing into it with all his strength in an attempt to get the water out of your system. He keeps his eyes on your face, and when he sees no sign of you coming round, he feels another set of hands pushing him off.Â
Seungkwan takes over for his weakened captain, pushing into your stomach harder, attempting to get a break out of you.Â
âWhy isnât she coming around, whatâs going on?â He throws the question aimlessly as he takes your unmoving face in his hands, trembling from everything.Â
Only a moment later, he hears the glorious sound of you sputtering like something was stuck in your throat, promptly spilling out an ungodly amount of water onto the deck as you retch loudly.Â
Sitting up from the force, your hands clamp onto the deck as you cough and heave, Hoshiâs hand coming behind you to thump your back hard, pushing you to throw up any remaining seawater from your body.Â
The sight of your back moving up and down, the audible sound of you taking in air; it was enough for Hoshi to simply lay on the deck and pass out.Â
You rear your head and look up at him, both of you still breathing heavily.Â
âYouâre okay,â he assures, gulping. He takes your face in hands cupping it very gently as he speaks to you. âGo with Seungkwan, youâre okay, youâre safe.â
Nodding, you let yourself be helped up by the rest of the crew, watching as youâre led to the lower decks of the ship.Â
âOpen your shirt, let me see the wound,â Mingyu says, and Hoshi doesnât know what heâs talking about. Looking down, he sees his shirt soaked in red, sticking to a wound on the right side of his torso. He didnât even know where he got it.Â
It looks like a shallow gash, but enough to leave a scar. He takes it better to have it tended to while he was still high on adrenaline and he couldnât feel much of the pain.Â
By the time Mingyu and Minghao are done cleaning him up and Hoshiâs standing upright with wobbly legs, he finds the two burning ships beyond his own mere floating structures of wood that were in slow flame. Thereâs too much debris, too many bits of everything that bob in the large expanse of water to make out any bodies.Â
âThereâs nobody,â Mingyu tells him. âMost of them were in lower decks when it all went down. Trapped themselves.â
âAndâŚ?â he asks in silence.Â
âHe stayed on the deck until it sank,â Minghao informs. âYelling about how heâŚabout how he shouldâve finished her when he had the chance.â
âHorrible king and somehow an even worse father,â Mingyu scoffs. âMade it better to watch him die.â
âHe didnât suffer enough,â Hoshi croaks as the marks on your throat dot his vision.Â
Just then, floating in the water, illuminated by the final streaks of setting light, Hoshi sees it. A darkened purple cloth right next to the hull.
âThat,â he points out. âGet that out of the water.â
The late kingâs purple cape laid on the deck of Tigress, darkened with water, but also with his blood.
To the Kingdom, this cape would be the last piece of their King that was gone too soon. But for every person on this ship, it would forever be their spoils of war.
Hoshi makes sure the cape will be dried and stored, ordering his crew to begin their slow journey out of the Green Islands, before he too crumples onto the deck unconscious.Â

IT WAS A SPECTACLE to see Hoshi in his element.Â
Something about how he seemed to beam, like this ship was charging him a different kind of energy. It was infectious, the rest of the ship decreasingly sour as they put on musical performances on the main deck while they cleaned the floors.Â
As relieved as you felt, the tight ball of anxiety refused to leave the pit of your stomach as you grew closer to the Kingdom. Nothing could prepare you for the shitstorm youâd have to deal with the moment youâd step onto the soil off a pirate ship of all thingsâlet alone as Queen.Â
The first few days following the ship's exit from the Green Islands were difficult, if that was all you had to describe it. You took to your hammock for most of the day, curled up as you pretended to sleep, only waking up when one of the crew would come down to force feed you and to make sure you hadnât died.Â
You knew they were doing all this to make you feel better, and somehow it was working. More than halfway through your journey, you began to feel more like yourself, emerging from your cave to visit the deck on times other than the nights.Â
Even now, as you sit on the floor of the deck with Seungkwan, who hands you an all too familiar stack of parchment, you feel nothing as you take them into your hands. As you read his handwriting scrawled in ink, you appreciate your past self for having the sense to keep them all.Â
âIâm glad youâre feeling better now,â he says to you. âHad us worried for a while there.â
âSorry.â You smile weakly. âBut thank you forâŚeverything. I donât think I could ever express how much I appreciate everything youâve done for me. All of you.â
âIâd like to think weâve gone past the status of mere business partners,â Seungkwan chuckles. âLion befriends the bear? Whatever it is. But know weâd do it again.â
Blinking back the sting of tears and doing your very best to not let the warm feeling in your chest overwhelm you, you place the letters on the floor next to your folded legs. When you look up, Seungkwan's eyes are on your neck.
âTheyâre taking their time to fade, arenât they?â you say.Â
Seungkwan has a hard look in his eye, âI guess you didnât need your letters to remind you of anything after all.â
Your mind wanders, drifting past how easily this crew could have been forgotten in the unforgiving elements. Perhaps you would have let the man that wrapped his hands around your neck finish his job.
âWas getting captured part of your grand plan?â you ask Seungkwan.Â
âHm?â It takes a moment to realise what you may be questioning him about, smiling slightly. âWhat makes you think we went in with a plan?â
âI thought I asked you to man the wheel?â Hoshi stands above the both of you.
âNot to batten down the hatches,â he side-eyed his captain. âClear waters ahead, the wheel does not need manning.âÂ
You zone out as they squabble over nothing, not finding the heart to be entertained by their back and forth. Seungkwan either loses or forfeits, because you feel him rise from next to you, only for his captain to take his place.Â
âWhat are you thinking about?â Hoshi asks.Â
âEverything,â you sigh.Â
âHow come Seungkwan gets a thank you for your service and I donât? Need I remind you who jumped for you and who didnât?â
Rolling your eyes, you answer him, âThank you, Captain Hoshi Kwon, I am forever indebted to your service.â
He chuckles in exaggeration, âOh please, all in a day's work.â
âI mean it.â
âHm?â
âI never did say thank you. But you did jump for me when you didnât have to.â
âWho said I didnât have to?â
âOur deal was done.â
âOf course not,â he scoffs. âOur deal was to get you out when you jumped. I merely honoured that promise!â
âMerely?â you raise a brow. âWas it all merely a matter of conscience?â
His gaze locks with yours. âDonât ask questions you know the answers for. I wouldâve jumped even if you asked me to rope myself to the mast.â
âPlease. I have enough blood on my hands and I havenât even sat on my throne yet.â
âBlood is only on your hands if you tell a soul of what youâve done,â Hoshi utters. âYouâre the only living soul who knows.â
âAnd you areâŚ?â
âPirate. Our word means nothing.â Hoshi smiles.Â
The thought hangs in the air as you take in the man in front of you. Heâs changed an eraâs worth, yet all the same. His hair is longer, going from his initial shorter crop to curling around his ears, shielding his eyes. It makes him look younger, like a boy with much to live for.Â
That, and the multitude of notable scars heâs added to his collection, many of which have somehow been because of you. The wound at his torso is doing better, but far to go in its quest to heal.Â
Hoshi senses something amiss even after his sermon. Breaking his gaze, he turns to look straight ahead at the raised bow of the ship instead.Â
âDo you know how I got my splendid reputation for being the filthiest pirate on the seas?â
You can only stare, âI have a few guesses.â
He chortles, âOther than my criminal status.â
âTell me.â
âUnnamed sailors have the odds of a peanut facing its inevitable fate of being crushed under a straggling boot. Pirates donât see the government as their enemy when theyâre own supposed brothers are more likely to jam a cannon in their mouths.â
He lets out a heavy sigh before continuing, âMy mistake wasnât that I was on the losing side in my early days, but more about how I was leaving nothing behind when I was done.â
âHow humble,â you hum.Â
âDead men tell no tales. When itâs worth it, it might be better to leave a straggler or two to live to tell the tale. A routine stab in the jugular can turn you into somewhat of a myth.â
âAm I a survivor?â you question.Â
âYou may be sovereign on land, but youâre also an unnamed pirate,â he responds, turning back to lock eyes with you. âAnd youâve left nobody to tell the tale.â
No one listens to a pirate, and everyone listens to a Queen.Â
âThis isnât to say there wonât be a legend that follows you.â He quirks a brow as he speaks. âShows up and claims her father and his entire ship and crew sank at sea, only to befriend his sworn enemies in the aftermath. And then it evolves; she sent a cannon through her fathers ship, he died at the end of his own daughter's sword, she cursed him to captain a crew of the undead for eternity.â
âHave I planted the seeds for yet another ghost story?â Itâs difficult to not giggle at the thought, despite how morbid.Â
âYouâve given yourself substance,â he says, a little stronger than before. His eyes too, wander to your neck and the bruises that refuse to budge. âBeyond just a royal or even a pirate. You did it for your honour as a human being, and that may be braver than anything I have ever conquered.â
In your anxiety ridden, feeble mind, your thoughts had convinced your conscience that everything would be over the minute your fatherâs heart stopped beating. That it would bring you peace at last.Â
And it did, especially when it felt like youâd gotten rid of this constant monster under the bed that had followed you far into adulthood. But from the bleeding heart of the creature emerged yet another one of its brethren, and then another and then another.Â
Smaller albeit, but monsters nonetheless. Problems nonetheless.Â
Weeks of this, and in one short interaction, Hoshi seemed to have given you the key to turn this monster into a pet.Â
On instinct, you feel your hand reach up, brushing against the skin of his cheek. Itâs an all too familiar setting, seated on the deck of a ship too close for anybody but yoursâ comfort. But without the rum and resentment, of course. And how you doubt heâd pull away this time.Â
Very lightly, you brush your lips against his. It was nothing but to simply feel him again, to feel a semblance of familiarity.Â
You feel him take your hand that rests on his cheek to place a kiss on your palm, nuzzling his nose into the concave of your hand.Â
Everything that was to come seemed a little more possible in that very moment.Â
Even more so when his fingers found the sensitive areas of your coloured throat, when his lips closed against your jaw, only to trail lower and to press into the marks his fingers continue to trail tucked into your neck.Â
That night, when slipping into your hammock felt like the most unbearable prospect in your near future, it couldnât possibly be worse than uttering your next question to the man that seems to fix it all. Â
âWill you stay with me?â
With nothing but the light snores of the rest of the crew and the creaking of the ship, both you and Soonyoung laid in a hammock most definitely not meant for two. Head on his chest, ear pressed against where his heart beats under his scar, itâs bliss.Â
The feeling of his warm body against yours and the scent of him settling in your lungs, you decide that this was enough. At least for now.Â

IT WAS DIFFICULT TO give yourself the full list for obvious reasons, but it does seem to help when you tick off all the possible reasons why your patience has run as thin as it has.Â
Sitting at the decorated seat at the convened court of old men appointed by your father, you briefly wonder if you should finish them off too amidst your flash of anger. The men continue to squabble and babble about the next course of action, slamming their wrinkled hands on the pristine table and sending their own daggers of threats to the other inhabitants of the table.Â
âIf youâd like to send a search party for the Kingâs body, be my guest,â you finally speak, having had quite enough when the throb in your temple worsens. âBut remind me what troops youâll be sending to the North if your best men will be gone for months attempting to find a body they never will.â
The dispute in the North side of the Kingdom was taking up most of the conversation anyway, and you doubt theyâd put customary burial rites over their own glory of victory the North would bring.Â
âYour Majestyââ
âI would happily jump on the next search ship for my father,â you lie through your teeth. âBut I watched him drown in front of my own two eyes, and as the next sovereign I cannot let you waste our resources for something that will both risk our soldierâs lives and have them come back home empty handed.â
Perhaps you had come off slightly more heartless than you intended, so you quickly add, âPlease, let my father rest in peace.â
That seems to end the conversation easier than you had expected, but theyâre quick to jump to the next issue not long after.Â
âThe court would also like to bring light upon the palace guests.â
Tightening your jaw, you slump against your seat slightly. âWhat about them?â
They remain silent as their mouthpiece attempts to form the right words for the following question, mostly because youâve addressed this multiple times beforehand but they continue to sit restless.Â
âAllow me to help you, Lord Bridge,â you sit up straighter, intending to put this matter to rest. âMy guests will remain here for as long as they do, and if you have any more arising issues towards my guests I will only take it as your collective issues towards me.âÂ
In the moment of silence, you continue, âThe Kingdom is in a place of instability as we are all well aware. I find it most appalling that you remain fixated on trivial matters of the palaceâs domestic code of conduct than you do for the wellbeing of this country!â
Silence yet again as you wait for their forcibly rehearsed chorus of apologies.Â
âOur greatest apologies, your Majesty.â
The pain in your temples becomes near unbearable as you dismiss the table after that, screeching your chair as you push it back as loud as you possibly can to do nothing but spite the men.Â
Turning the corner out of the room, you catch the open gates that lead to the paved gardens outside, the sun seeping into the marble floors indoors. Taking an instinctive step towards the gardens, you find most of the crew sprawled onto the grass as they soak in the sun.Â
Chan and Seungkwan look like theyâre wrestling, their laughter ringing throughout the open court while their captain snaps at them to cut it out, only to get roped under one of their headlocks all the same.Â
Thereâs a call of your name and a giant wave from Mingyu, who spots you from beyond the flower beds. Still leaning against the gates, you smile and wave back.Â
Years the halls of the palace had gone, never hearing laughter in its walls. And something about watching them let themselves ruin the petunias and laugh so loud it echoes, heals you just a bit.Â
Even that night, when you find yourself in your giant four poster bed youâve slept in since you were a child, this time dozing under the arm of another, you feel the itch of a healing wound somewhere in your heart.Â
Soonyoung laid with you for every night on the ship since that night, and stayed even here where the space was big enough to host the ghosts of your worries if not distracted.Â
He had found you on that first night in the palace still awake, haunting the library fireplace with another stack of papers to keep you company.Â
âCanât sleep?â heâd asked as he picked up some of your documents.Â
âClearly not,â you huff. The papers were mere decorations as you attempted to find an excuse to leave your rooms.Â
âYou realise you wonât be much of an effective monarch if you exhaust yourself to death?â Â
There was no answer to that, especially when you were absorbing nothing of your new duties. Youâd expected to fall asleep on the armrest of the uncomfortable settee whenever it was that you exhausted your brain of thoughts, even then refusing to sleep in that large bed.Â
Heâs awfully persuasive, because as he tucks you into those very sheets, about to leave but not before placing a kiss on your forehead You stop him.Â
âStay. Please.â
True as he has always been, he does.

THE CROWN IS HEAVIER than you had expected, even more so when it remains on your head for longer than your previously practised sessions walking around the throne room. The crew was exceptionally good at giving you things to train with, including fraudulent rodent scares to ensure the crown would not topple from your own head the minute you rise from your coronation.
And now, as you finally remove the decorative piece from your head after your actual coronation to replace it with something lighter for the following ball, you find relief in the fact that youâd only ever have to wear the actual thing only a few times in your life.Â
Everything moves as smoothly as it could, the decorated pirates that saved their Queen from a horrid shipwreck taking up most of the attendees attention as they either question inquisitively or send snarky remarks to the men who are well versed in how to rebut in true informal manner.Â
The past months had taken up more of your time than you had anticipated, and during the latter half of the still twinkling party, you attempted to spot the person youâve been trying to corner all night.Â
Soonyoung stands at the edges of the gathering, empty handed as you watch him reject yet another offer for a drink from the trays that float about. His attire is the most formal you had ever seen, his face scrubbed and hair pushed back for the glorious occasion.Â
Approaching him from the sidelines, you take hold of his wrists and pull him towards one of the many doors in the ballroom and into a hallway you knew for a fact was rarely ever frequented.Â
âI feel I havenât seen you ages,â you say once youâre sure youâre alone.Â
âProbably best for you to keep busy,â he replies with the smallest smile.Â
âHave the wrappings on your wound come off?â
Looking at his covered torso, he runs an instinctive hand over where the wound was. âJust a smaller patch now, but itâs nearly there. Disappointed it wonât scar too much.â
âDisappointed?âÂ
âThese are my spoils of war, miss princess,â he adds with a smirk, before correcting himself. âAh, miss queen?â
âDoesnât have the same ring,â you comment.Â
âThe crown suits you.â His voice is soft and sincere.
Scoffing a little, you answer, âI would hope it did.â
âAlthough, I do prefer you in trousers and a knife.â
Laughing, you can only agree. Especially in your heavier than yourself dress and jewels. âI think I prefer them too.â
At the mention of your new status, he asks, âShouldnât you be milling between your new subjects?âÂ
Keeping your eyes on his face, you wait until he meets your gaze. âI have more important things to attend to.â
He breaks eye contact first, and you can feel the distance grow further. One reach and you could take his hand in yours.Â
But you donât.Â
âI know Iâve been quite busy, butâŚâ you trail off as you attempt to find the words. âIs something the matter? Whatâs going on?â
With a long sigh, he runs a hand through his kept hair, effectively tousling it a little. âI was going to wait until after the ball to tell you.â
âTell me what?â
He makes no moves to look at you when he utters his next words. âThe crew and I will be leaving at dawn tomorrow. Weâve taken up enough of your space and itâs best if we donât intrude any further.â
Itâs like youâve taken a blow to the chest, the air knocked out of your lungs as you register what heâs just said. âYouâreâŚ.youâre leaving?â
âI would think weâve both gotten what we wanted. We had a deal.â
Deal? Why was he mentioning that now?
âAre you going to abandon me too?â
His head snaps up to finally meet your eye, mouth opening closing as words betray him.Â
âWhat happened to what you said about gaining you? All of you?â Thereâs a blatant accusation in your words.
âAnd you have! Weâll visit. Assuming the state doesnât want my head on a pike anymore,â he chuckles uncomfortably.Â
In a moment of desperation, you take his hand in both of yours; his scarred, gnarled hands that tell you even in the dark whoâs warmth it is that you feel every night next to you.Â
âStay. Stay with me, please,â you plead. âI canât live in this place alone, I despised it when I was young and Iâll only despise it even more now.â
Soonyoung brings his other hand to clasp over both of your own, eyes closing as you hear him take a somewhat shaky breath. âIâm doing this for the both of us.â
âSo am I! I canât possibly rule a kingdom by myself.â
âIâm sure youâll find someoneââ
âI donât want someone! I want you!â
He begins to whisper your name, moving his face away to blink rapidly.Â
âHow do you feel about becoming a pirate king? I can never forbid you from the waters, thatâs your home, and you will have it.â
He does not look at you, but you know heâs listening more intently than ever before.
âBut I ask you as someone who loves you more than I have ever anything else, will you stay and marry me?â
Soonyoung falters as he absorbs the fact that youâve just proposed to him.Â
âIââ he stutters. âThe courtââ
âThe court wouldnât dare to deny me the man that saved my life.â
You squeeze his hand tighter, moving impossibly closer.Â
âAnd even if they do, I'm ready to fight for the man who fought for me. So answer me as a man and not a pirate, Kwon Soonyoung, will you marry me?â
Soonyoungs mouth enclosing over your own is all the answer you need as you feel him break free of your hands to let them find your waist instead. Amidst the pile of fabric he pushes himself into you as close as possible, letting your hands guide his head to move against your mouth.Â
Itâs everything, as you grip onto the back of his shoulder, pressing unforgettably into his open mouth. He takes in your bottom lip between his own, sucking before letting go, only to engulf your mouth once again.Â
âWeâll figure it out,â you whisper against his lips, feeling the nuzzle of his nose against the apple of your cheek, hot tears spilling from your eyes. âI promise, weâll figure everything out.â
He shushes you when he feels you shudder in his hold, pulling away to rest his forehead against yours. âNo need to torment your pretty head. Not right now.â
For once, you listen to your pirate captain without a fight, simply feeling the stretch of your lips as he moves down to capture them once more.Â
The pressure of his hands isnât nearly as strong as it wouldâve felt without the layers upon layers of fabric that cover your form, but standing in this desolate hallway, you swear his fingers might as well be caressing your bare skin underneath.Â
The thought sends your mind into a dazzling spin, letting go of his mouth with a gasp, suddenly needing to take a step back.Â
âI have toâI have to go back inside,â you breathe into his slick mouth. âMeet me outside my quarters at midnight.â
As scandalous as it was, you could not deny how alive it made you feel to be like this, meeting in darker corners in the dead of night. But for now, you allow him to fix the bits of your ensemble you could not see. With the bad of his thumb, he blends in the smudges of your rouge, swiping at your lips ever so delicately to ensure he leaves no trace of himself. Tucking the loose strands of hair back behind your ears, and finally, fixing the encrusted crown on your head, a flash of one of the diamondâs gleams reflecting onto his perfect face.Â
âYouâre beautiful.â Thereâs a dazed look that graces him. âBeyond beautiful.â
With one last innocent press of your smiling mouth onto his, you promise him your midnight.Â

BY THE TIME IT was finally an appropriate hour for you to excuse yourself for the evening, you were near to exploding entirely.Â
Whispers of âAre you alright, your Majesty?â plaguing you through your already racing mind. It was beyond difficult to keep the constant shaking of your foot unobvious, however you could not simply up and leave whenever you wantedâat least not yet. The monarch would remain in an unstable authoritative position for quite some time after ascension, and with the unorthodox situation at hand, you assume youâd really have to push yourself if you were to be of any use as sovereign.Â
But when the time finally came and you were escorted out of the grand ballroom, only mere ticks away from the resounding bells of midnight, you were holding back from breaking into a sprint. Outside your quarters it was empty, but you remain steadfast in your refusal for your ladies in waiting tonight, promising you could dress yourself for bed on your own.Â
Standing at the double doors of your rooms, still the princessâ quarters as you refuse to move into the Queenâs rooms, you stand waiting. The two guards remain staring straight ahead, and you wait for the clicking of your ladies to go muffled before you ask.Â
âHas the Captain approached?âÂ
âNo, your Majesty.â
You try not to feel disappointed, despite knowing the midnight bells were yet to sound. âIf he does, allow him in, please.âÂ
Opening the double doors, you half wish you had let your ladies help you out of the god awful dress, tight and loose in all the wrong places. The jewels are thrown haphazardly on your vanity, needing the heavyweight of them off of your body.Â
Perhaps months of little to no bedazzling had rendered you incapable of wearing anything mildly less comfortable than linen and leather, but you suppose youâd slip back into the habit just as easily as you slipped out of it. Your nightgown feels like heaven on your tired, tired body, and the dimly lit interior of your bedchamber is only encouraging you to slip under your covers and fall deep into sleep.Â
That was one thing about the ship you doubt youâd ever miss.Â
Three rapt knocks outside of the heavy double doors have you sitting rapt at attention, hastily making your way to the door from your vanity. Pressing the front of your nightgown down, you open the door slightly and poke your head out.Â
Soonyoung stands at the door, nervous of all things, still clad in his full suit. You smile as you let him in, closing the door to turn the lock.Â
âYour guards mortify me.âÂ
âOh? So theyâre doing their job right?â You walk up to him and grasp onto his lapels, pulling him down to meet the lips youâve missed so much despite only being hours apart. âWhy? Has this big bad pirate found his match in the palace guards of all places?â
âHmm,â heâs humming against your lips. âI could take them both.â
Giggling like you were in love, you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close.Â
âI hope you werenât bothered too much,â you say. âThe aristocracy seem to have being a pain in the ass written in their birthrights.â
âI think they were too scared to approach, probably thought Iâd start swearing and snatching the pearls right off their necks. Some of them were bearable, asked me how long my sword was.â
Itâs difficult to not laugh at that, âWell?â
He raises his brows unceremoniously, âWonât you like to know?â
Taking the opportunity while you giggled uncontrollably at the situation, he goes back placing never ending kisses to your mouth. Sighing involuntarily, you melt into him once again, infinitely more relaxed than in the hallway.Â
Soonyoungâs eyelashes brush against yours in a whisper of their own, only reminding you how close you were to him in the moment. His kisses go from soft and fleeting to something with a little more vigour. The warmth of his mouth goes back to overtaking the lower half of your face, sucking and licking into your mouth like his life depended on it.Â
If your mind was reeling when his hands were merely ghosts of pressure over your heavy dress, the feeling of his palms and fingers so distinct over your nightgown, the only thing separating you two, is enough to have your knees begin to buckle.Â
From your waist, they move to your back, before caressing back to the sides of your waist, thumb running in circles. Gentle handfuls of your flesh, bunching and letting go of the material of your nightgown. Very soon, his mouth leaves yours and instead moves to your jaw, the air in the room letting you feel the wetness that he leaves behind as a passionate trail.
He soon reaches the junction of your jaw and neck, leaving a particularly long suck in the area that has a gasp leaving your mouth. Remaining in that area, you feel the pleasant graze of his tongue on your skin, only making you tilt your head farther out to let him carry out his loving.Â
Your mind wanders back to the hands that grope you in ways that would defame you, the unseemly palms that have you needing to feel him all the same.
With grazing hands, you slip your fingers underneath his jacket, pushing it off one shoulder. He understands the message, flicking it off of his frame before loosening his cravat and throwing it somewhere behind him.Â
Unlatching from your neck, he comes round to face you to find your face the epitome of disconnected and dazed.Â
âCan you wait for me on the bed, my love?â
âButââ The thought of him being even an inch away was most aggravating, but he cuts you off before you can refute.Â
âIâm not going anywhere, I promise.â Soonyoung rests his forehead against your own, taking your hands in his. âIâm right here. I just need to take this awful suit off.â
Your face must have been peculiar because heâs immediately jumping, panicked. âUhâdo you not want me to, we donât have to, I just thoughtââ
âNo!â you yelp, wide eyed. âI, um, Iâll wait. On the bed, I mean.â
He lets you walk over to the giant four poster bed, pushing the flow of your gown down when you realise how high it had ridden, cheeks burning scarlet at the thought of exposing so much.Â
Hearing ruffles from behind you, you cannot bring yourself to look back at him, already extremely lightheaded and afraid that the sight might make you faint altogether.Â
Perhaps you were experiencing a delayed case of sea legs, because itâs more difficult than usual to make yourself comfortable on the soft beddings. You make a futile attempt at slowing your breathing.Â
By the time Soonyoung is done, meeting you in the middle, you keep your eyes on his face as heâs immediately climbing over to kiss you softly. Hand on the back of your head, he guides you to lay flat, adjacent to the headboard so youâre laying on the breadth of the bed.Â
He handles you like you were made of glass, and it only makes the strange ache between your legs increasingly present and uncomfortable.Â
Noting a cool feeling on the base of your throat, you open your eyes and catch the leather cord that dangles from his neck, the letter opener charm thatâs attached to the end of it connecting you two as your lips part. Just beyond, through the dip of his collarbones and the valley to his chest, you catch the scar that curls above his heart. Even lower, you find the smaller wrappings of his scarring wound.Â
You trace over the edges of the new addition, shaking hands as you try your best to not brush over the wound.Â
On the other side, Soonyoung has his hands on shin as his body hovers over you between your legs. Curling around, he caresses the skin of your bare calf, drifting to the back of your knees. He takes the opportunity to lift your leg, urging you to wrap it around his waist.Â
The action has gravity doing what it does best, the hem of your nightgown dropping to bunch over the junction of your leg, your entire thigh exposed for the air.Â
Soonyoung takes no time to let his hands wander higher, taking light handfuls of the flesh of thighs, dragging his grip further and further up.Â
âNearly tipped the ship over when I saw you in those fucking trousers,â he says, eyes closed as he drags his mouth over the inner part of your thigh.Â
The sound that leaves your mouth is breathy, mind preoccupied with how quickly he was making his way towards the apex of your thighs. Heâs using his mouth like he used it on your own lips, nipping at the flesh before biting down hard.Â
âSoonyoung!âÂ
Tongue running over the patch, he sucks on the area to sooth the bite. Itâs taking everything out of you to not twitch uncontrollably in his hold, the heat in your core reaching temperatures youâve never experienced.Â
Unlatching himself from your thigh, Soonyoung rears his head slightly. The sight has your head rolling back, mind drifting to the face of the man whoâd visited you in your dreams, the same man that had now made home between your legs.Â
Before you realise it, the bunched hem of your nightgown is flown upwards entirely, fluttering as the fabric lands on your stomach.Â
Your heat is bare underneath, evident with the way Soonyoung keeps his eyes on the now fully exposed part of you. Your chest continues to rise and fall as you lift your head to look at him, eyes half closed and mind muddled.
âWhatâŚWhatâre you doing?âÂ
Soonyoung looks like youâve disturbed him from a trance, snapping up to look at you as you ask him your question.Â
It hardly registers in his mind. What was he doing? Was it not obviousâ
Ah.Â
If the mere sight of your bare thighs werenât enough for him to release his load onto the sheets untouched, your unawareness might just end up doing it for him.Â
Of course you didnât know why he was at eye level with your cunt; women from this world were not supposed to know.Â
The buzz in his mind renders him useless for a few moments as his vision blurs, the pain in his lower region unbearable. The thought of him being the first person to do this to you, to pleasure you like this; he wasnât sure if heâd make it till the end of the night alive.Â
Screwing his eyes shut, his palms full of your thighs, he drops his head and counts to ten.Â
âWill you let me show you how a Queen is meant to be worshipped?âÂ
Wet mouthed and unhinged eyes, your arousal was doing nothing but multiplying at the sight of him.Â
âDo you trust me?â he asks. âI promise Iâll make you feel good.âÂ
It takes you less than a moment to nod your head, eyes locked with his.Â
Bringing a hand closer, he dips one finger into the beginnings of your hole. Bringing some of the glisten onto his fingers. Your lips are parted and he brings a second finger to gather your arousal, rubbing over your entrance ever so slowly.Â
The motion makes you let out a heavy exhale, gripping onto the bunched fabric at your stomach till your knuckles turn white.Â
With little warning, you feel his fingertips push and drag upwards, right over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Immediately, heâs rubbing your arousal all over the area, rubbing your clit in rhythmic circles with both fingers.Â
You canât stop it when you throw your head back and let out a slight whimper, relishing in the feeling that overtakes every last sense and capability, anticipating the next surge of pleasure that courses through your entire body like you've been struck by a bolt of something.
Vision obscured, you loll your head to the side when you feel his fingers retract, confused.Â
All you catch is the outstretched nature of his tongue, and how it lands directly where his fingers were.Â
You let out the loudest moan yet, back arching off the bed as he licks a forceful drag up your cunt before moving back down your clit, circling your hole with the tip of his tongue, right before repeating. He flicks your nub right where heâs found you twitch the most, back and forth as your hips begin to fail at your suppressed stutters, his hands needing to pin you down onto the sheets to continue.Â
He becomes more generous, laying his tongue flat now as he massages your nub so good. Your thighs are closing around his ears and he does nothing to stop you, nearly suffocating between them. Hips going from their stutters to a grind, you find your hands flying to his hair, grip tighter than you thought youâd come down with. It doesnât help that heâs now taken a finger to circle your entrance while his lips suck on your clit.Â
âSoonyoung.â Itâs all you can say, throat incapable of forcing anything but his name, the burn behind your eyes only making it harder to not say it louder.Â
When he pushes the finger in, it has you letting out a moan, the foreign feeling against your walls only forcing them to clamp onto his digit. Gradually, you feel his pace quicken as he slides his finger in and out of your hole, his mouth still doing beautiful things to your cunt.Â
It doesnât take long for him to shove in another finger, stretching your hole as you let out a constant string of noises through the pleasure, ever-building as every passing moment only scrambles your brain further.Â
And then you feel him groan, a vibration throbbing through your system.Â
Itâs suddenly all too much, and before you can tell him whatâs going on, youâre rendered incapable. You donât know where your limbs fly, but all you feel is white hot and overwhelming to an unbelievable degree.Â
âOhâunghââ Your body is telling Soonyoung all he needs to know as he only pushes into your pussy even further, letting you ride out your high as you claw at him in every way possible.Â
Inevitably, the feeling subsides and you realise youâve been reduced to sobs, tears streaking the sides of your face. Laying flat with your head still on the sheets, you stare at the ceiling of your four poster, trying to remember where you were.Â
Barely noticing the man that now hover above you, you hear him whisper. âAre you alright?â
Nodding weakly, you donât even try to lift a finger in the remaining aftermath.Â
âI need words, my love.â
Swallowing thickly, you give him a breathy, âYes.â
The lower half of his face glistens in the light like unorthodox diamonds, and all you can think about is how you need him closer to you.Â
You make an attempt with your nightgown, your trembling arms, still coursing with the aftershocks of your orgasm.Â
Soonyoung decides to help, hands pushing your spine into an arch as he pulls the slip up and over your head, now entirely bare in front of him.Â
You watch as instead of throwing the fabric away, he brings it to his mouth to wipe the slick off, tainting the gown with your essence.Â
Mouth over yours in a salty kiss, you pull him into you as close as humanly possible, needing to feel his heat, his weight, his scent as close as possible. His mouth reaches your throat again, lips brushing over the expanse as he places open mouthed kisses over the nearly faded marks.Â
His hands are lingering once again as they ghost the sides of your breasts, thumbs coming close to your nipples before retracting in a caress. He takes them in handfuls as he goes back to busy your lips with his own, massaging the mounds with a pressure just enough to have you reeling.Â
Flicking your nipple lightly, he goes back to circle the bud with thumb again. Making himself further familiar, his fingers begin to pinch and pull at them, pressing down to get a noise out of you, one that you sound as you breathe into his mouth.Â
Trailing over your stomach, he pushes himself off of you. On his knees, he takes the distance as his chance to look at you in your entirety for the first time. Your fucked out expression and your lack of words is doing nothing but fueling him, your loud breaths somehow more sinful than anything he could ever do to you.Â
In one swift motion, heâs slipping his arms beneath you, pulling you up so he can lay you against the headboards and pillows. You barely register whatâs happening, having given yourself up to him long before.Â
Grabbing one of the millions of cushions on the bed, he swings one over. Using no strength of your own, he lifts your hips and places it down beneath you, effectively propping you up.Â
And then heâs meeting you at eye level, hands cupping your face. âI need you to listen to me, darling.â
He waits for confirmation, of which you can only nod, still seeing mild stars. âDo you want to stop?âÂ
It's a visceral reaction; the violent shaking of your head, the hand that flies to his bicep. âNâno!â
You pause as he grips onto your upper arms tight, right as you continue. âI justâa moment. Donât stop, please.â
Leaning down, he places a long kiss on the corner of your mouth before moving his head to fit into the crook of your neck. He nuzzles his nose against the skin below your ear.Â
âIâm right here,â he whispers. âFor as long as you want me.â
His kisses go from desperate to something with a little more intent, pressing his lips into your neck consistently. Oh so gently, it begins to feel like a draught. He turns into calm just as he could become chaos, bringing you down from the after effects of his own actions.Â
The hum that leaves you is unthinking, fingers remaining deep in the roots of his hair. Your own nose is pressed against his hair, his scent mixed with sweat infiltrating your nostrils. It fills your head with a pleasant buzz, one that you feel force a pull at the corners of your mouth.Â
âI meant it when I said it,â you murmur into his hair. âI donât want anyone but you.â
Raising his head, he meets your eye, smiling slightly. âI believe you. Forgive me for making you believe I was trying to leave you.â
âYou werenât?âÂ
He presses his lips into a line, exhaling as he drops his chin to his chest. âIâve needed to be selfish my whole life just to survive. LeavingâŚI wasnât sure how I wouldâve gotten on that boat in the morning without taking you with me somehow.â
Moving back to look at you, you realise very quickly thereâs more to the mere glassy look in his eye. âFor once, I wished to be anything but a pirate, to be anywhere but near the sea. Not when you wouldnât be there with me.âÂ
Taking one of his beautifully decorated hands to your mouth, you kiss the soft of his palm. âYouâve done more than anyone ever has to protect me.âÂ
You laugh against his hand, âThis is my turf, captain. Let me protect you⌠protect us.â
Something injects you with a dose of bold, and you find yourself wrapping your arms around his raised shoulders. âButâŚI believe we were in the middle of something. Iâd hate to ruin the mood.â
The smirk that graces his lips is immediate, pushing you back down onto the sheets as you let a laugh escape you.Â
And then you feel something warm graze your bottom lip, pointed in the way it pushes inwards. Heâs brought the glinting letter opener charm up to your lips, the trinket pinched between his fingers as he continues to keep it on your mouth. He kisses you deep as the metal remains between you two, your hands run across the expanse of his back, feeling the muscles ripple as he props himself between you.Â
âI love you,â he cuts between the kiss to groan, the charm dropping from between your mouths to your chest.Â
âI love you, mmhââ His fingers have found your clit mid confession, rubbing quickly as he attempts to get you all hot and withered again.Â
Your legs raise on instinct, back arching as he rubs you mercilessly, the pressure building quicker than it had before.Â
âIâI thinkââ you start to tell him, and it seems itâs all he needs to remove his fingers entirely.Â
âSoonyoung!â you yelp, landing on the bed with a thud.Â
Looking down, you find his hands wrapped around the length between his own legs, and you realise this was your first time seeing it. Past the white-oozing slit, his tip is a painful looking red. If his hands werenât already pumping and he hadnât already lined himself up to your hole, you wouldâve taken him into your own palms, done exactly with your mouth that heâd done with his own.Â
But you canât find it within yourself to stop him when you feel the initial push of his bulbous tip against your hole, the stretch causing you to drop your mouth open.Â
âFuck,â you hear him curse, and when you look up you find his own eyes screwed shut. His hands grip the plush of the pillow beside your head as tight as ever, face askew like he was holding himself back from combusting entirely.Â
Slowly, you feel the stretch turn into something akin to a burn, a sting in the back of your eyes. You let him push himself into you at his own pace, the never ending battle between your mind and your refrained hips ever present as you attempt to keep them at bay.Â
He keeps his pelvis flush against yours ince heâs sheathed himself inside you entirely. BOth of your pants fill the thick air of the room, the throb of your walls around his shaft leaving a tremble in his forearm despite your forsake.Â
Hand somewhere above your head, you feel Soonyoung pull out ever so slightly before pushing back in. Just like this, in shallow thrusts, he pumps himself in an out of your walls in a slow pattern.Â
It begins with a simmering tremble of pleasure that prolongs as he drags his cock in and out, and then in and out, and thenâ
Your eyes fly open when you feel his hips slam against yours with a resounding sound, fingers gripping his arm as he does it again, your moans penetrating the air. Before you know it, heâs hiked your legs up to wrap around his waist, ankles locking as he goes back to snapping his hips into you.Â
âOh, Soonyoung.â
Your nails are digging into his bicep like it was the only thing tying you to this earth, the only thing keeping you from passing out entirely. Heâs taken up a brutal pace, pistoning into your clamped walls with a vigour unmatched.Â
All Soonyoung can hear is the stretch of your moans and groans directly in his ear, the obscene squelch of both of your fluids mixing at your middles. Your hands have migrated to his back, clawing at the skin like youâve been utterly possessed.Â
He canât seem to mind, not when theyâll simply become reopening wounds every time heâll have you like this, all to himself and no one else. He wonders vaguely if your guards outside can hear the way youâre losing yourself in him just as he is in you, wonders if it appalls them that a filthy pirate gets to have their Queen in his arms as her vindictive pleasure.Â
One hand rubbing over your slick clit, he pulls back to sit on his heels, the angle allowing him to keep ever part of you occupied, his spare hand coming up to toy with the pillow of your breast.Â
Itâs all too much, for the both of you as your collective noises become increasingly frequent and high pitched.
And then heâs pushed you over the edge, the shake of your thighs electrifying as you nearly scream out in the bliss of your high. Hands moving every which way to find a grip as you let the feeling crash into you over and over again.Â
âOh, thatâs so good, so good, oh my goodness.â
Youâre still in the middle of your climax when Soonyoung canât take it anymore, letting himself release his load inside of you like a mark. Itâs a mess of force and pleasure as the both of you lose sight of your strengths and weaknesses, the feeling of his hot cum shooting into your walls only prolonging your orgasm even further.Â
He continues to thrust, continues to play with your nub, continues to flick at your nipples despite the orgasm subsiding. Itâs all suddenly too much all at once, the sharp jerk of your body and your voice asking him to stop.Â
âSoonâSoonyoung, itâs too much.â
Hands coming to a halt and his thrusts slowing, you feel him ease himself out of you.Â
Itâs a sight Soonyoung doubts he could ever forget even if he tried, your still pulsating walls doing everything but keeping the milky white of his load inside you, globs of the liquid spilling out as you shudder near lifeless on the bed. His hands grope at the inside of your thighs, pulling your lips apart to take in the mess heâs made.Â
He canât help himself when he pushes two fingers into your hole, feeding his cum back into your hole right where it belongs.Â
Youâve only barely started to come round when he meets you at eye level, plopping next to you on the bed.Â
âHi,â he grins.Â
âHi,â you breathe back, hands coming up to touch his face.Â
He lets you breathe for a few moments as he finds himself getting off the bed to find your tainted nightgown, moving back to you to spread your legs and wipe you clean as best as he could.Â
You find it within yourself to allow him to pull you into a sitting position, a cup of water from the nightstand pressing against your tired mouth.Â
âCome on, just one,â he urges as you slump against his chest.Â
You take a few sips as he coaxes you into drinking the full cup and half of the second helping.Â
He gives up as he holds you against his chest, brushing his fingers through your tangled hair to push past your face.Â
âAre you alright?â he asks you. Your eyes are closed when he leans down to place a peck on the apple of your cheek.Â
âMhm,â you muffle. âWant to sleep.
âIâd let you, butâŚâ
âSoonyoung, I canât go again,â you whine.Â
He chuckles, âI meant to ask where we could find some sugar around here. You barely ate anything at the ball.â
âThe kitchens?â you answer with a floating question mark.Â
Soonyoung canât help it when he squeezes you so tight it has you complaining loudly, not being able to sustain the love just in the tiny expanse of his heart.Â
âCome on, letâs get you some cake before both our hearts give out.â

BUNDLED UP IN WARMER clothes, the only thing the palace walls hear is the tiny whispers and giggles of you and your lover as you make your way to the kitchens.Â
Itâs empty at this time of night, the dying embers of the fireplace the only source of light. Soonyoung uses every last bit of his thievery to manage to find a basket of dough balls, the syrup more readily available at the table in the centre.
The tingling in your brain canât seem to decipher the overwhelming happiness that floods you from the ends of your hair to the tips of your toes. Especially when you call out his name amidst his shuffling, your heart canât take the grin on his face as he hurries to join on the floor in front of the fireplace.Â
Arm looped through his own and your head on his shoulder, you decide youâd be quite okay dying like this.Â
The dough balls are cold and the syrup is probably a little too sweet, but you canât possibly complain when it warms you just the same.Â
âIâve despised my name my entire life,â Soonyoung starts in the silence, picking at the insides of his treat. âSome old merchant sailor was giving his ship away in exchange that the taker would take care of it. Heâd built his Tigress from the first board to the last sail, but the years had made their mark. It was practically falling apart when I took it off his hands.â
He pushes the remaining bit of the pastry into his mouth, muffled as he continues, âHe had a strange name, said it was given to him by his crew when they realised he was born without a name. Hoshi. I liked it well enough so I kept it.â
âSoonyoungââ
âThat one. I wanted to replace the name I loathed, the one my own mother gave me.â You watch as his throat bobs as he swallows. âAsh is my birthplace, my mother worked in the brothels where I was born only because she couldnât get rid of me.â
Taking one of the hands that wrap around his arm, he brings your fingers to your mouth, kissing the tips of each one. âI despised that name, until I heard it from your lips.âÂ
âSoonyoung.â It felt right on your tongue, like you were destined to say his name.Â
âYes, my love?â He smiles softly.Â
âI love you.â
âI love you more,â he says as he kisses you again. âThank you for keeping my name, thank you for giving it life.â
You take the opportunity to grab one of the syrup soaked dough balls from the basket and stuff them into his mouth. âEnough, donât tell me all this luxuryâs made you soft.âÂ
It was a jab but a lighthearted one in any case, you loved to see this side of him and you doubt you would ever get enough of seeing him like this. Vulnerable with his softer smiles and squinted eyes.Â
Bringing one of your digits to your mouth, you suck the remaining syrup off your fingers.Â
Soonyoung is quick to take notice as he takes your hand and brings your fingers up to his mouth, running his tongue over the pads of your fingers to take in the remaining sugar left on your fingers.Â
He keeps his eyes locked onto yours as he sucks on the tips of your fingers, making sure every last hint of sweetness is gone.Â
And then heâs kissing you, tongue in your mouth as he moves against your lips slowly.Â
Breaking apart, you whisper, âAs much as Iâd love to, the bakers will be coming in any minute now.â
Soonyoungâs grin is dangerous, and you find out why the minute you feel his arms loop around your waist and under your thighs, lifting you clean off the floor of the kitchens.Â
You squeal before you can help it, his lips finding home in your neck as you laugh as loud as your chest would allow.Â
You could get used to this. And you will.Â

THE SERVANTS CARRYING THE giant stack of plates nearly topple over when you sprint past them, yelling a loud apology over your shoulder as you do nothing but hasten your pace.Â
The paper in your hands is clutched tight in your fists as you run to where your carriage awaits, near yelling at the driver to make it to the docks before the streets would be full of the early morning merchants and bakers, slowing the gallops of the decorated horses.Â
The town is waking as your carriage races past, the beginnings of the new day making itself known as the sun peers through the gaps of the houses. Youâre incapable of sitting still, your heels tapping against the floors of your cabin incessantly as the docks grow nearer and nearer.Â
And then you see it, the rush of dock handlers that see the royal carriage slow to a stop in front of the boardwalk. You slam the door open before any of the tens could do it for you, breaking into a sprint as you find the distinct flag of the royal crest wave high on the other end of the docks.Â
You had already seen Soonyoung off in the dark of the night as he made his way to the ship that was near ready to depart as you slide to stop in front of the anchored ship.Â
There was nothing sane about what you were doing, the chortles and shocked noises of sailors and merchants deaf to ears as you finally spot him near the prow.Â
His eyes meet yours and he has to do a double take.Â
Panting and needing to hold onto your knees for support, you peer up as you watch him run towards the ramp that leads down to the docks to see you, to ask why you were here when heâd kissed you goodbye mere hours ago.Â
By the time he meets you at the wobbly boardwalk, youâve somewhat recovered.
âAre you alright?â he asks you as soon as youâre within earshot, hands grasping onto your upper arms in evident concern.Â
âI had to tell you, this came in right after you left.â You brandish the paper clutched into your fist, smoothing it over as the light catches the red stamp at the bottom.Â
It takes him less than a minute to realise what it said, eyes blinking rapidly and mouth gaping like a fish. âTheyâŚThey said yes?âÂ
âThey said yes,â you repeat, nodding furiously as you break into a smile. âWe can get married, Soonyoung, they said yes.â
His arms are crushing you before you know it, wrapped around you so tight as he buries his face into your neck, repeating it like a mantra, âThey said yesâŚâ
By the time you part, he keeps his arms around you, still embracing you in front of the entire port. You take hold of his face bringing it closer to you.Â
âThree months, and then you come home,â you breathe. âAnd I get to marry you, in front of everyone.â
Soonyoung lets his lips meet your own in a chaste kiss as he corrects you, âI get to marry you in front of everyone.âÂ
Thereâs a thud of something nearby, and you look up to find the crew of the Tigress hanging over the railings of the newly appointed naval ship that looked suspiciously like a pirateâs.Â
âHe canât come back home, if he doesnât leave!â Seungkwan yells over cupped hands.Â
Youâd like to send him an affectionate gesture involving your middle finger, but choose to save him in front of the crowded port.Â
âYouâll miss me, Seungkwan, just you wait,â you send him a pointed glare that he simply scoffs at.Â
He might miss you, but youâll definitely miss the lot of them when you return to a significantly emptier palace.Â
âDonât let the royal snobs walk over you, youâre a better sailor anyway,â you tell Soonyoung. âNot that I needed to tell you, anyway.â
âI promise on our future wedding to be a complete menace.â He grins at the declaration as you admire him in the morning light.Â
One last time, you memorise the dips and hills of his features, pressing your final kiss into his lips as the voices telling him to hurry it up grow louder.Â
He blows you a kiss from the railings as the anchor is hoisted, and you send him one right back.Â
As your carriage trudges its path back to the palace, at a pace more acceptable for both the stamina of the horses and the integrity of the structure, your eyes remain glued to the shrinking ship that fades into the distant horizon.Â
Thereâs a pang in your chest, one that brings a tear to your eyes. Itâs all very dramatic, the way the melancholy makes a home in your heart. An inkling tells you how youâll probably become quite used to the feeling, learn to greet it like a friend.Â
For now you enter the lighter palace, and take your place on the chair in your study and find solace in the ideas your mind brings.Â
That no matter how long Soonyoung will remain far from you, he will always come back home to you.Â
Always.Â

[AN]: ty for joining my babies on their journey, i cannot thank you all enough for reading all 48fuckingK words of this i love you guys truly!!! thank you for all the reblogs and comments on the other parts, it makes me genuinely so happy to see you guys enjoy this universe that i've built. I read every single comment and know i appreciate all of it so so much <3
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warnings- mentions of pregnancy/being pregnant, vomit/throwing up, like one f bomb, established relationship, i dont think anything else
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You were tired of vomit. Tired of the smell, tired of the nausea, and tired of the harsh sting it was leaving in the back of your throat. The past three days you had been pulled to consciousness by your uneasy stomach and ended up over the toilet as your alarm blared from the bedroom.Â
Bradley has had to leave for training extremely early this week and luckily has missed your ugly morning wake-up call. Youâd been subtly avoiding his concerns at work; when you looked queasy after conditioning, when Jakeâs body wash scent made you gag, and when you barely touched the coffee he brought you one morning. You played it off as a stomach bug, but your intuition was telling you something completely different.
Thankfully this week had been a zero flight week. You were terrified of flying if your suspicions were accurate, but you were also too scared to take the damn pregnancy test.Â
As you walked down the hall Friday afternoon, doing your best to avoid everyone, you made a pact with yourself that you would stop by the convenience store tonight. Bradley was staying late to help with new flight curriculum so youâd have the opportunity to do it alone.Â
Part of you wanted to share this moment with him, but your fear quickly overrode that. You and Bradley had been together for years at this point, ever since your first run at Top Gun. Heâs mentioned kids a couple times, but never seriously. Deep down you knew he would accept this and be 100% in it, but your anxiety was on blast and your logical thoughts were nowhere to be found.Â
You were supposed to be heading to a group meeting, all Dagger Squad members present. Your nausea has been steady all day, and hasn't eased up since you puked your guts up first thing. Itâs been miserable and your sweaty, pale complexion are a testament to that. Youâre trying your best to take deep breaths as you walk through the humid hallway, but your stomach lurches anyway. You grip the wall nearest to you and clench your eyes shut.Â
Deep breaths. In and out. You wait for the pain to subside before you start walking again. You slowly enter the conference room, looking around. Last one here, great. You shoot a small smile in apology and head to the empty seat next to Bradley.Â
He gives you a quizzical look as Maverick begins a spiel about next week's itinerary.Â
âYou okay?â He whispers, brown eyebrows pinched.Â
You inhale sharply and nod, reaching for his hand to squeeze in reassurance. He squeezes in return and tries his best to keep his attention on Mav, but your squirming is distracting. Itâs too hot in this cramped office space. You swear you can feel each personâs body heat radiate off them, making your head spin.Â
Breaths. Deep freaking breaths. Youâre trying to concentrate once again on your breathing as Phoenix asks a question, but everything is muffled and distant. You feel Bradleyâs eyes seer into you and your jaw clenches unbearably tight.Â
This is not happening. You refuse. Youâve made it the whole week without getting sick at work, and you really donât want your closest colleagues and friends to see you hurl in a tiny trash can. Bradley squeezes your hand tighter trying to grasp your attention, but you just stare ahead and will your body to stop.Â
Fuck. Thereâs definitely no stopping it. You shoot to your feet, pulling your hand from Bradleyâs, drawing everyoneâs attention. You briefly hear Mav ask if youâre alright and your hand quickly shoots to cover your mouth as you stumble to the trash can. Your stomach empties and you cough harshly, bent over the small container. You hear chairs screech and boots on the ground and soon feel a familiar hand slide up your back.Â
Bradley pulls your hair away from your face with his other hand and continues to rub your back, glancing around the room in concern. Phoenix and Bob shoot him sympathetic looks and Jakeâs grimace is clear as day.Â
Mav makes his way over to you, cautiously, and shouts at Javy to get a medic. You raise your hand and wave at him, trying to refuse. You cough again, âIâm fine. Iâm okay.â
âYou just puked y/n.â Bradley states.Â
âI know, I know. Iâm sorry- just Iâm okay now.â
You slowly stand up and Bradley keeps his grip on you, moving you towards a seat. You glance up, cheeks flushing in embarrassment, and see the sympathetic looks sent your way. âSorry,â You sigh.
Javy returns out of breath with the medic and you canât help but roll your eyes. âReally, Iâm fine.â
âY/n I think you should go get checked out,â Maverick says, âRooster, why donât you go with her.â He nods his head towards the door and motions for you, Bradley, and the medic to leave the conference room.Â
Bradley keeps his grip on your elbow as you walk slowly toward the med bay. The medic is asking you basic questions that you are trying your best to answer as vaguely as possible. When you enter the med area you begrudgingly let the medic take your temperature and check your vitals.Â
âEverything looks okay. Iâd just get some rest and head to urgent care if your symptoms get any worse.âÂ
Youâre grateful the medic didnât mention pregnancy and you nod in appreciation as they exit the small exam area.Â
Bradley sighs and places his hands on his hips. âLet me take you home, honey. Get some sleep.â
You shake your head, âNo Roo itâs okay, I promise. You have to stay late anyway.â
Youâre avoiding his gaze as a lump forms in your throat. Youâre not sure why you feel so emotional all of a sudden, but with barely any sleep and vomiting up everything you eat, youâre exhausted. You feel tears prick your waterline as Bradley steps closer to you.Â
He reaches up and cups your face. It wasnât always like this. You and Rooster are both stubborn to an unhealthy degree, and when you two got off on the wrong foot all those years ago you never imagined this. He rubs his thumbs over your cheeks, examining you with his eyes.Â
âWhatâs going on? Youâve been off all week.â His voice is soft and it only makes you more emotional.Â
You close your eyes and feel the first tears escape down your face. âI think Iâm pregnant.â You whisper.
You keep your eyes shut as you hear him inhale. He grips your face tighter, willing you to open your eyes. When you finally open them, heâs smiling.Â
âYouâre pregnant?â
You shake your head, âIâm not sure yet. I havenât taken a test yet, but Iâve been sick all week and I canât remember when my last period was.â You sigh.Â
His smile only grows. Of course he would be excited. Youâre not sure why you were convinced he would be pissed or upset. His reaction only makes you cry more and he tugs you closer into the warmth of his chest.Â
He presses a kiss to the top of your head and steps back, helping you off the exam bench. âLet's go home, yeah?â He asks.Â
You nod solemnly and thread your fingers through his, heading to the exit. Bradley lets Mav know youâre sick and heâs taking you home, planning to finish the flight course next week. He helps you into his Bronco and secures your seatbelt for you. He kisses you lightly before closing the door and heading around the car.
On the way back to your shared place he detours to the nearest convenience store and parks out front. Turning to you he says, âIâm gonna run in and grab a few tests. Do you want to come in?â
You shake your head and lean back against the seat letting it absorb your exhaustion. Heâs quick inside and jogs back out to the car with a full bag.
âI didnât know which one to get so I just grabbed a bunch.â He pulls a few out to show you and you laugh at his eagerness.
He smiles at you and places the bag in the back seat, squeezing your knee as he starts the car again.Â
He turns the radio on low as you watch your surroundings pass by. You donât know how to feel about all this. Are you even ready to be a mom? You glance at Bradley and take in his tanned skin and light blush covering his nose and ears. Heâd be a great dad, you already know it.Â
You try to shake off some of your anxiety as you head inside. Bradley pulls you close and squeezes your arm, sending you a reassuring smile. You exhale and turn to him, âWill you take it with me?â
âOf course.â He nods and rubs your arm gently.Â
You head towards the bathroom with the bag full of tests and Bradley fills a cup of water for you. Youâre examining all the different tests when he enters and comes up behind you. He rests his head on your shoulder and reads the boxes with you.Â
You grab the test with the electronic Pregnant or Not Pregnant answer and a generic 2 line test as well. Bradley sits with you the whole time anxiously squeezing any part of you he can touch. You place the tests near the sink and set a timer on your phone.Â
You both sit in a comfortable yet tense silence. You can tell Bradley is more excited than you are but heâs doing his best to keep himself calm. The phone rings cutting off your anxious thoughts and you both stand together to look at the results.Â
You grab the line test first seeing two very visible solid lines. You quickly grab the other which coincides with a bold Pregnant flashing at you. You close your eyes and pass the test to Bradley, feeling the waterworks begin.Â
He gasps slightly and puts the test back on the counter. He laughs as he turns you to face him, âHey, hey itâs okay. Everythings gonna be fine,â You can hear the smile in his voice as your tears fall faster.Â
âWeâll figure it out, okay? Hey, look at me.â He cups your face again, your eyes opening to meet his.Â
âWeâre gonna figure it out.â His smile spreads, âWeâre gonna be parents holy shit.â You laugh at his excitement and pull him into an embrace.Â
âWeâre gonna be parents.â You mumble into his shirt.Â
The next morning you head to a local clinic just to get a medical test and see if everythings okay with the baby. Youâre given the all clear and relative timeline of birth and growth and everything seems so surreal. Bradley is beyond excited and itâs starting to rub off on you. He spent the whole night reassuring you and brainstorming possible names.Â
The doctor did let you know that flying is off limits. You feel a bit sad at the loss of flying, but know Mav will keep you busy in other ways. You keep reminding yourself this as you head to his office Monday morning. Bradley and you are hand in hand, him excited to break the news. You knock and hear a muffled âCome inâ on the other side. You exhale and squeeze Bradleyâs hand as you push the door open.Â
âHey y/n, Bradley.â He nods. âFeeling better?â He places the paperwork he was looking at down and looks between you both.Â
You glance to Bradley who quickly nods his head, urging you on. âAbout that.â You turn back to Mavâs confused expression continuing, âUm, Bradley and I actually have something to tell you.â
Pete remains silent, questioning you both.Â
âIâm, uh, not gonna be able to fly for a while.â
His brows furrow, mouth opening to object, but you beat him to it.Â
âIâm pregnant.â
His mouth drops in shock and Bradley laughs at his expression.Â
âI- I mean wow. Holy shit!â He laughs. He stands and rounds the desk pulling you into a tight hug and then Bradley. He shakes Roosterâs shoulders as he pulls away and his face is ecstatic.Â
âIâll be damned,â He looks between you both again and shakes his head. You glance at Bradley and smile.
Bradleyâs grin is contagious and he shouts, âWeâre gonna be parents!â
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face in my hands. listen to me. no just. just listen. like. i think on the whole fandom tends to heavily mythologize what certain songs are "about" despite this never being solidly confirmed to be the case and fob (pete in particular) generally try not to say without question What Songs Are About because they want people to take whatever meaning they can from it. but from now on we are enemies is one of the exceptions to this rule to a very limited extent and by that i mean that on two separate occasions, during the hiatus, patrick and pete shared a little bit of what the song was about on twitter, independent of one another.
if you haven't seen the film amadeus it's about a rivalry between two historical composers, wolfgang amadeus mozart and antonio salieri. salieri loathes mozart and finds him supremely childish and annoying...but also irritatingly brilliant beyond words. salieri obsesses over wanting to see mozart fail and even plans on killing him, but they do eventually form a friendship. then mozart gets sick and dies. salieri essentially breaks and loses his mind and years down the line will claim that he murdered him.
the name of the song, "from now on we are enemies," is a direct quote from the film. but it's not talking about mozart. it's a furious diatribe that salieri flings at god himself. he's so wildly and deliriously envious of mozart that he feels like this is divine punishment and so he declares god his mortal enemy for bestowing mozart with such brilliance. from now on we are enemies, you and i.
this is, i should note, one of the last songs fall out boy wrote before the hiatus. this and "alpha dog" were considered "new" for the believers never die greatest hits compendium, but alpha dog was technically debuted before folie released, on the welcome to the new administration mixtape. then fall out boy went on hiatus and there was no guarantee of return.
like i dont know what to say about this song that hasnt already been said. its fucking deranged as all get out ill tell you that much. its fucking unhinged that this song, this song with this central thesis statement, is one of the last songs you wrote together as a band before going your separate ways without any guarantee that you would reform again. and it's THIS. IT'S THIS SONG. a song that laments about whether anyone will remember you when you're gone (reminds me of flu game, reminds me of so much (for) stardust the title track, reminds me of .... so many of the themes inherent to their eighth studio album. actually.), and a song that practically lays out its inspiration for all to see. for a band that seldom if ever discloses with actual intent the Meaning behind their songs, this is a song that discusses a HIGHLY FRAUGHT ARTISTIC RELATIONSHIP and it's hard, it's real damn hard, to see anything but what is clearly all on display. composer but never composed (patrick has always considered himself a composer first and foremost). singing the symphonies of the overdosed (pete played a song that was named after the drug he tried to overdose on with his band mere nights earlier). i'm just a man on a balcony singing no one will ever remember me (again there's the fear and dread about the legacy you leave behind just before the band goes their separate ways).
can't fucking lay out the sheer psychological damage this does to my soul just thinking about this. they played MISS MISSING YOU the night before. just, you know, one of the other Songs that's so hard to disentangle from the hiatus because of the way it was written (patrick wrote the music while making soul punk, felt like it wasn't for him, and set it aside...despite there being, again, NO guarantee that the band would ever reform at this point, and then the song was only completed once fall out boy decided to come back, with joe and andy adding instrumentation and pete adding the lyrics) and whose music video features patrick and pete literally KILLING EACH OTHER. from now on we are enemies. i need to walk into the ocean. i need to lie down. im inconsolable.
#*making poasts#i need to be doing comic work but im just fucking FUMING instead. i cant get over this. im never getting over this.
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Thinking about Mind Meld and how Donnie was so confused about being burned by Raph
âYes! Sick burn, Raph! Wait⌠you burned me. Whatâs going on here?â
Just like- being made fun of by Leo? Just another day? By Mikey? Unusual but also classic annoying younger brother behavior. But by his Raphie? Unheard of
If he couldnât even comprehend Raph making fun of him how could he ever even imagine his big brother outright ignoring his begging and sobbing or hitting the door while yelling at him to shut up. How could he anticipate him chasing him down with the intent to kill
Itâs unfathomable, unthinkable, and it happened
CC BRAINS AND BRAWN MY BELOVED AHHHHHHHHH

NGLLLL mind meld is one of my least favorite rise episodes, i really just do not vibe with it, but i do think its a very important one for donnie's character and also its probably the best canonical evidence for everything in caged lungs making sense. like even when he KNEW their minds were altered (by his doing no less lmao) he still reacted with so much dejection like a kicked puppy. i dont go to rewatch it a lot because i dont like it but CL incidentally ended up taking a lot of elements from it i suppose ,,,,, its like kid-friendly CL lmfaooo
anyways cc brains and brawn makes me absolutely deranged like chewing on drywall deranged because of how unexpected everything is for both of them. how both of them see their relationship torn apart by something they were both utterly helpless to, and every moment in cw they spend apart they yearn for each other. its more noticeable in raph's side (chapter 7 especially) because donnie has to intentionally shut out his thoughts of raph because he's a walking trigger, but its pretty apparent in his behavior just how much he always, always wanted raph there.
like they just missed each other so much :(
(ugghh something about this being the first time that donnie in his right mind calls for raphie, and this time raph gets to tell him what he always dreamed of wanting to under the curse-- dreamed about doing in retrospect. he wonders a lot if he could have, had he just had more strength. something about how in CL when he shut him down and hurt him he saw doing this as being strong enough to, and now that the curse is broken he thinks the fact that he hurt him was horribly weak, that he should have fought.)
and for both of them i think its made worse knowing there's something a little self-destructive about it. how raph yearns to be the kind of pseudo father figure he was for donnie before, even though being that kind of person for his brothers was exhausting and stressful and he was actively crumbling under that pressure-- while donnie wants to be useful to raph, he wants to work ceaselessly so raph can be proud of him, even though that was the exact kind of thing that nearly killed him-- the fact that even when raph despised him, was willing to kill him, donnie was willing to grovel anyway because he felt that somehow he could do something to make him proud, to be worth it to him.
both of them have a tendency to look down upon their past, pre-CL selves for being "ignorant", but i also think that they see it as this kind of idyllic, unblemished time of their lives where there wasn't any fear or caution or tension, and they could play these parts without having to worry about anything like this. which isnt true, they argued all the time and their roles were actively harmful to them, but what they have now is painful that they cant help but idealize that more than a little.
it huuurts that even healed there's this unbearable tension to their relationship because its so hard to have fun one on one now :( its just really hard for both of them to try and break that barrier, especially because they're so cautious around each other. they usually need mikey and leo to facilitate. maybe one day they'll just get to fuck around and be dumb together again </3 they deserve it
#ask#canary continuity#ironically i think raph only getting to spend time with donnie by taking care of him makes him more fatherly than ever before#there's like that. distance. that's usually just present between a parent and a teenage child#and i think raph can feel it and its why he's so upset#they're not *peers* anymore. sometimes they got to be when they were just messing around#but there's no way of going back to acting like they were. donnie will always look up to him
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Sub Peeta x Fem! Reader
Plot: After a month of no intimacy with Peeta you decided to give him a punishment.
AN: As promised for the winner of the poll! Iâll be doing another poll later to see what the next one will be about! Once again disclaimer for any typos or mistakes. And thank you all for the support it means a lot đĽš! I am taking requests so feel free to do so đ¤
contains: smut, sub Peeta , dom fem reader!,character aged up, handcuffs, overstimulation, no katniss
It was a rainy day when you decided that your boredom just needed to be cured.
You and Peeta had been living together as a couple ever since he came home from the games. It had been great between the both of you. Every day you would wake up to freshly cooked pastries from your boyfriend, and at night you both had incredible chemistry.
That is to say that as of recently the both of you had been going on for about a month without any sexual intimacy. And today you decided you had had enough. You went up to Peeta who was per usual making something in the kitchen. It kept his mind occupied and off of the memories he held onto from his experience in the games.
He noticed you coming towards him with a serious look in your eyes. Immediately putting his stuff away sitting down ready to hear you out. âYes, darling?â He spoke questioning as you began to sit down as well.
âPeeta itâs been a monthâ
He furrowed his eyebrows giving you a confused look. âA month? Of what? Did I miss our anniversary?â
You looked at the blonde-haired boy questioning whether he was playing coi or he genuinely didnât know what you were saying.
âYou know what never mind.â You said as you rolled your eyes turning away from him.
Peeta shook his head, still looking confused. "Know what y/n? You haven't told me anything yet," he said gently.
You took a deep breath and looked him straight in the eyes. "It's been a month since we've been intimate, Peeta," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. âDid I do something wrong?â You asked expecting the worst.
He began to shake his head âNo no no, I just-â He paused. âI wasn't sure if you wanted to-â
Now you gave him a confused look. âWhat?â
âI didn't want to force you into anythingâ
You felt a warmth spread throughout your body at his words. It was sweet of him to be so considerate, but it wasn't what you wanted. "Peeta, I want to. I've been wanting to. I just didn't know how to bring it up, but do you know how long a month is?â
Peeta chuckled, understanding your frustration. "I know, y/n. I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you."
âOh, you're going to make it up to me, now!â You grabbed his hand dragging him to the bedroom immediately throwing him onto the bed and locking the door.
âHey now slow down beautiful what's happening.â He said propping himself up.
âIâll show you what's happening-â You walked over to the drawer next to the bed. As you opened it you dug through it looking for the one item you never thought you would use. Yet here you were pulling out a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs.
You dangled them in front of Peeta, his expression turning into that of fear. âYour not actually going to use those on me, right?â Before he could utter another word you walked over to him straddling him making sure he wouldn't move. You placed the handcuffs on him placing his hands to be above his head.
And you couldn't lie, the angle, seeing Peeta soâŚvulnerable made you want to do unspeakable things.
âIs this what you want?â He asked his eyes filled with fear.
âIt's what you deserve.â
You heard him gulp as he struggled to verbalize. âIâm- why dont we take things slow maybeâ fuck.â Was all he said as you took his clothed member into your hands. You could feel his desperation to be released already as he bucked his hips in the air. âPlease-â
âPleading already?â You cooed as you began to untie his belt taking off his pants.
His precum already showing through his boxers. You looked up at him. His cheeks flushed red. You knew he felt exposed and you loved it. âSuch a pretty boyâ
You slid his boxers off as his cock sprung out. His body shivering from the release.
You couldn't help but smile at his reaction. His body was so responsive to your touch, and it made you feel powerful. You leaned down and took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip before taking him deeper .âGod fuck-â Peeta moaned and his body arched, the handcuffs preventing him from moving.
You continued to work your mouth on him, feeling him twitch and throb inside you. You used your hand to stroke him as you sucked, alternating between soft licks and deep sucks. Peeta's breathing became ragged and his moans becoming into desperate whines of pleasure. âI think I'm going-â With a pop, you took your mouth off his cock wiping your lips.
âWhy'd you stop-â He spoke panting.
You smirked at Peeta's frustration, enjoying the power you had over him. "Not yet," you replied, crawling up his body to straddle him again. You leaned in to kiss him deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue. Your hands roamed over his chest.
âI need you-â He spoke between the kiss, his body writhing beneath you. You scoffed.
âNow you do.â
You broke the kiss, trailing your lips down his neck and chest, stopping to suck and bite at his skin. "Please," he begged, his hands pulling at the handcuffs above him.
"Please what?" you teased, trailing your fingers down his stomach towards his hard cock. You could feel the heat between your legs growing, and you knew you needed him just as badly as he needed you.
"Pl-Please... let me touch you," Peeta begged, his eyes pleading with you.
"I don't know, Peeta," you said, teasing him. "I kind of like having you all to myself." You smirked as you decided it was time for one final punishment. You opened the drawer one more time grabbing a condom and placing it carefully onto his shaft. You slid your clothes off positioning your entrance onto him.
âYou ready pretty boy?â
Peeta's eyes widened with anticipation as he nodded, unable to form words. You lowered yourself onto him, feeling his hardness fill you completely. You began to move, riding him slowly at first, savoring the feeling of him inside you.
Peeta's moans grew louder, his hips bucking up to meet yours. "F-faster," he stuttered, his body shivering from the contact.
You picked up the pace, bouncing on his cock harder. Peeta's moans turning into whimpers, and his body shaking with overstimulation. "I-I can't- ah- I'm gonna-"
You didn't stop as he came, determined to push him over the edge. "Not until I'm done" you demanded, riding him harder and faster, feeling your orgasm building.
Peeta's body was now shivering uncontrollably, his eyes squeezed shut, and his breathing erratic. "P-Please," he whimpered, "I can't take it anymore. I'm a good boy, remember? You can't do this to me."
You smirked at his plea, loving the way he begged for release. "Oh, but I can," you replied, slowing down your movements to tease him. "I'm going to make you come again and again until you're completely and utterly wasted. And I'm finished."
The poor boy's eyes filled with a mixture of pleasure and fear as you resumed your movements, pushing him towards his second orgasm. "L-let me make you cum, P-Please Iâll do anything. Just let me touch you," he begged unable to moan anymore as only desperate whines came out of him.
You could feel your climax building, but you were determined to make him beg for release. "Tell me how much of a pretty boy you are and how badly you need me to come."
"I'm a pretty boy," Peeta stuttered, his words barely coherent. "I'm such a pretty fucking boy-"
You could feel his body tensing beneath you, and with one final push, he exploded into the condom with a loud cry. Peeta's body convulsed beneath you.
You collapsed onto his chest, feeling your own body shake with the intensity of your orgasm.
You felt his chest panting as he managed to stutter out only a few words. "T-that was- I-I-"
You leaned up to kiss him, a gentle smile on your face. "Shh, it's okay," you said, stroking his hair. "I know."
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Do you have any thoughts abt ronans relatiomship with his sexuality pre-tdt fourth of july epiphany? Bc i remember back in the day fandom loved to portray him as deep in the internalized homophobia angst trenches, but thats... kind of not how i read him? Ofc i dont think he's 100% at peace with it (he did not speak it. He did not think it), but I never really got the vibe that it was a big aspect of his self hatred or anything? Like, when kavinsky tried to call him out he was like "yeah no i never said i wasnt", and no one ever really reacts when adam makes quips about it, like its kind of a known open secret? Like, i do think its something he was aware about and on his way to accepting pre-niall, but when we start the series he's just too wrapped up in other stuff (yeah i might be gay but the labyrinth is exanding rn- typa deal). But sometimes i wonder if im missing something and your analysis is always great so i wonder if you have any further thoughts?

hiiiii this is such a fun question tysm for sending. i donât read him that way either!
i think youâre right, essentially ronanâs relationship with his sexuality is basically like âi might be gay but every night monsters in my nightmares try to kill me so i canât worry about that rnâ and i do agree that he doesnât really have specifically Internalized Homophobia, BECAUSE: ronan hates himself and is scared of his desire In General. he hates himself but itâs not because he is gay, itâs just because heâs alive and he wants things. every time he mentions his self hatred or waxes angsty and poetic in his internal monologue itâs about all the different things that make him A Weirdo (have you ever seen him without that bird on his shoulder? thatâs weird) and not only/just his sexuality. the other thing i do have to say about this though is that trc is not really⌠the most accurate representation of what itâs like to grow up gay in the american south in the late 00s/early 10s. source? me, who grew up gay in the american south during that time. like i just think there are so many things glossed over or not even included because they didnât serve the overall narrative, which is fine, but if ronan was ârealâ he likely wouldâve experienced more conflict with his peers/superiors and more conflict with himself and his faith wrt his sexuality. but i digress. ronan hates himself for playing god, for being born, for having wants and desires. he thinks heâs weird for being a god, for being born, for listening to shitty music and dressing like bullets era gerard way. i do also think the general attitude from his friends is kind of âoh yeah, ronanâs gay, but his dad just got murdered so we canât really worry about that right nowâ. like adamâs not surprised ronan wants him; ganseyâs surprise in the trk post-kiss scene is that adam wanted ronan, not vice versa; declan clearly knows but keeps his thoughts on specifically ONLY this topic to himself for some reason (another thing iâll have to digress about because Come OnâŚ). ronan jokes about it to himself (he was not a fan of lamps) and observes it in others (he wondered if kavinsky was gay) and i think he really only takes offense to gay innuendo on his behalf if it happens to also incriminate someone else (i canât figure out if itâs you or gansey on top; thatâs not what gansey is to me). i donât think ronan wants to believe his friends know, because he isnât ready for them to know. they might, but they wonât push him about it. i think âim always straightâ was a way for him to test the waters, to see how people would respond to his Other Secret. he DOES consider his desire for adam one of his Big Secrets; he does harbor shame and fear related to it; he does grow to accept this in himself faster than he does anything else (like the dreaming). i just think heâs simply got WAY too much he thinks he needs to hate himself for and canât focus specifically on his sexuality. i donât think youâre missing anything, but i do think his internalized homophobia is woven so tightly into the fabric of everything else heâs internalizing it all becomes amalgamus. i hope this a satisfactory answer for you.
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Thank you for calming some of my fears about this. This is stressing me out so much đ
Do you have anything Jikook to share? It doesn't have to be about this, I just need some comfort right now.
This is really not something to bother you leave alone stress you? Antis annoy me yeah, but I never let them get to me. Ever. I refuse to let ANYONE affect my BTS experience. Leave alone my Jikook experience. I know what I know, have seen what I've seen, and it will take Jikook themselves to make me stop believing they're a couple. Not some rats on the Internet waiting to shit on Jikook any chance they get.
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Of course there will always be Jikook moments to talk about. I'll throw some random shit at you. How's that? đđ
Random shit No.1 -> I made a post here about JK's type and Jimin's lips keep popping up on every sm recently so they've been on my mind. Which is y I remembered a tiny thing from Bon Voyage season 1 ep 1. Keeping in mind Jin and Jimin are the 2 members with full lips (and RM some but not as much as Jinmin) it would make perfect sense that they are the 2 JK would zoom in on when interviewing them


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Random shit No.2 -> Remember this post I made about Jikook living together, remember how I said it was weird Jimin was the only one who didn't have anywhere to live? Well recently this Karmy was talking about how hard it was for Jimin to leave his dorm life since he loves being around BTS sm

Then this Kjikooker chimmed in on how JK bought Jimin an apartment to make him feel better đĽşđĽşđĽş

So guess the theory is that JK is the one who bought Nine-one for them seeing as they were both living there. I mean if anyone should know its fans who live there, right?
When u really think about it, it all comes together because JK moving into Brunnen... a house owned by the company with furniture from the old dorm...proving just how temporary that place is...which again makes sense coz of the house he's building in Itaewon.....
While we are on topic, there is a moment missing on my living together post but we all know it very well.
If you pay close attention to Jimin you will notice him subtly lifting his eyebrow. Its so subtle that idek how people noticed. JK looks at Jimin while members are laughing at him and Jimin does that. đ¤ So yeah, that coupled up with the fact that they were all making fan of JK and his mattresses but Jimin who under normal circumstances would be part of the discussion was quiet as a church mouse. That was incredibly sus.
Random shit number 3-> is a tiny BV analysis coz we know how much i love those. Okay so JK climbs up a steep hill without cameras at the crack of dawn to get his baby some snow. We know all about that. So tkkrs the morons that they are, tried to claim this moment for themselves because JK showed the snow to V first and offered him to touch if he wanted to. But, aside from JK waiting for Jimin to come out, apart from him jumping up eagerly to show Jimin the snow, apart from him watching Jimin's face to see his reaction when he handed him said snow, and apart from editors saying point blank that JK got a gift for Jimin, we also have this;
Season 4 episode 3. Members play RPS and losers have to climb the hill and bring back snow.

Someone i dont remember who, says that the snow will melt

But JK who's a professional of bringing snow from mountains by now, chims in

He already knows its not gonna melt since he did it before. Now he says that and then looks at Jimin and keeps looking at him

Doesn't once break eye contact. This here makes it perfectly clear that he got the snow for Jimin and no one else. JK stares at his boyfriend for so long that Jimin has to look away/looks down đđ

And JK still looking at him đ¤đ¤ This dude just makes me so happy to watch Jikookery stg đ¤Łđ¤Ł what does he want from Jimin?
Random shit No.4 -> while we are talking about BV there is something that happens i had to take note of. Yoonmin are the ones who lost and had to go up the hill to get the snow. When the rest got back to the cabin, Jhope was making people this magic toast with his secret recipe. This shit was so funny y'all should be able to remember it. He was so proud of it đ¤Łđ¤Ł Anyway, when Yoonmin got back, Jhope asked Jimin if he wanted his special toast.

But here comes the kicker. Jhope uses JK to convince Jimin to have the toast.

This, ladies and gentlemen are the reflexes i was talking about. It's not just Jikook keeping the secret that they are dating. It's the members too. And sometimes they will slip. Our president being the main culprit. đ¤đ¤đ¤ what does it matter that JK liked the toast? Suga and Jin had the toast too. Why is JK the member he uses to appeal to Jimin?
Random shit No.5 -> Is just this edit I like of Jimin having JK on a leash đđ

Random shit No.6 -> Is this photo of JK looking at Jimin.

That man is gone. His mind was elsewhere right then. Jeon Jungkook is a man in fucking love y'all. đđđđ
What's that? Different angle you say? Sure fam, I got you.

Random shit No.7 -> BH saying fuck you to the haters.

Random shit number 8 -> Jikook in Tokyo. The gift that keeps on giving. Here is a fan recounting



Here is that one time members were asked:

One more time from Jikook đ¤đ¤

He he hee... and we have heard them call eo that many, many times.
Random shit No.9 -> NBD just sassy bfs in the soop
This is mostly for those who think Jimin is the only one who exudes this type of energy. đ
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Random shit No.10 -> This post wouldn't be complete without us going to the bedroom. đ Anygays, here is how Jikook look like when they're shouting in each other's briefcases


That is all... hope u feel better now... have a good one âđ˝đ
#bon voyage jikook#jikook analysis#jikook theory#jikook theories#jikook is real#if jikook isn't real then neither I'm I#ask shaz#bts ask#jikook#kookmin#minkook#jimin and jungkook#jimin#jungkook#park jimin#jeon jungkook#bts#jikook sexy times#ITS Jikook
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Her Knights In Shining Armor - J.B
Summary: y/n and joe run into the end of the beginning to their exciting new journey, and the boys are happier than they ever could be.
Warnings: i donât capitalize on purpose this isnât a school essay. these are just for funzies for me and you, hope you enjoy!!
(mason is six, ollie is four)
As a 9 month pregnant woman, it was difficult for y/n to get up and down the stairs to the stadium at this point. Sadly, that is the boys favorite place to watch the games. At this point in y/ns pregnancy she couldnât risk sitting in the stands, in fear of not having a way to get out. she didnât want to ruin the boys fun at the games so they sat with Joes dad in the stands while y/n sat in the VIP box with joes mom.
Todays game is the biggest of the season. itâs the AFC championship game against none other than Kansas city for the third year in a row. It was in the beginning of the fourth quarter, the bengals were up one touchdown and Kansas city had the ball.
Y/n sat in the VIP box with Robin, on the edge of her seat. sheâs screaming and yelling at the plays and the flags, sheâs standing and pacing back and forth. âY/n maybe you should sit down, you donât wanna stress bean outâ y/n sighed, angry at the distance between kansas city and the end zone
She obliged and sat down, holding her stomach, feeling an odd sensation she didnât enjoy much.
looking back to the game she quickly stood in anger, watching as the chiefs scored a touch down. âYOU HAVE GOT TO BE-â a sharp gasp stopped the yelling.
a pool of water flooded the ground, and y/n held her stomach as tight as she could. âY/n? oh my goodness!â Robin stood as fast as she could. âItâs time no it canât be timeâ her breathing became heavy as everyone in the box began to help her out of it as Robin called staff on the side to inform Zac. Quickly, the staff gave zac the phone.
âZac i know it isnât the time but y/n is going into laborâ Y/n was groaning angrily as she tried to get herself down the stairs. âOh no, iâm gonna have to pull joeâ âNO! do not let him leave!â ây/n heâs going to want to be at the hospital.â âi know but this game is important to him- AH- and me, and itâs almost ove- CRAP just DONT LET HIM LEAVEâ
Zac sent security up to get them and drive the two to the hospital.
on the feild, the fourth quarter had 5 minutes left as y/n began to make her way to the hospital.
Joe was throwing the ball and jamar ran it into the end zone, putting them up a touchdown. joe celebrated with his teammates as he heard zacâs voice through his helmet. âJoe, donât freak but your wifeâs going into laborâ joe froze for a second, then ran towards the sideline âcoach you gotta pull meâ zac explained what y/n requested but joe was not having it. âiâm not missing my childâs birth!â âJoe y/n wants you to win the game, itâs almost over just push through and we will get you to the hospital as quickly as possibleâ
joe was not happy about it but he agreed, staying the rest of the game.
Jim, joes dad, had been told to let the boys finish the game and then take them to the hospital. so thatâs what he did.
after the game, which the bengals had won, sending them to the super bowl. but joe had no time to celebrate. He rushed to the hospital as quick as possible in pads and all. He ran as fast as he could into the hospital, being directed to the room y/n was in. when he saw her laying in the hospital bed he completely broke down. âi thought i missed itâ he was about to cry.
âEnough of that- OW- did we win?â she was wincing and screaming, but cared about nothing but the game. âYes baby, we won, now come on letâs deliver this babyâ
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as quickly as he could, joe ran out into the waiting room, only to be faced with his whole team, his mom, his dad, but not his two sons
âWhat are all you guys doing here? you should be celebratingâ the big grin on his face never left. âWe couldnât celebrate without our QB and our new D1 athleteâ Jamar said. âSo tell us joe, How is my new baby?â his mom asked
âSheâs beautifulâ thatâs when the tears fell. the entire lobby filled with yells of joy, yelling about this beautiful new baby girl.
âher name is Bailey Eleanor Burrowâ Robin began to cry as she hugged her son. âcan i see her?â âi wanted the boys to meet her first, where are they?â just as he said that, Oliver and mason ran into the room playing tag.
âDaddy! Daddy! howâs bean?â joe smiled, grabbing his boys, taking them to the room.
when the boys poured into the room, y/n was holding bailey to her chest. âboysâ she smiled, as oliver climbed into the bed. âoli stop it!â âno joey heâs okayâ joe took his daughter as the boys hugged their mother close. âboys, i want you to meet your baby sister, baileyâ
the first night they took bailey home, she cried all night, as babies do. not only keeping joe and y/n awake but also mason and oliver.
specifically, one night, mason and oliver crept out of there room before their sister woke up to cry. they layed infront of her door and closed there eyes.
when bailey began to cry, joe got out of bed to tend to the new light of his life. when he walked into the room, he hadnât noticed the crying stop. he looked at her crib, and low and behold the two boys had stood on chairs to bend down and help their sister sleep.
âboys? whatâs going on?â the boys looked up. âhi daddyâ ollie said, smiling brightly. âSorry you woke up daddy, we wanted to keep bails safe tonight donât worryâ mason smiled, standing tall and bright.
âjoey? whatâs happe- boys what are you doing awake?â y/n walked into the room, smiling at her boys. âyou should be sleepingâ
âthey wanted to protect bailsâ the smile widened.
âoh boysâ y/n tiredly picked up oliver, and joe picked up mason, walking towards his girlfriend with a kiss on the forehead.
âyou boys are her nights in shining armorâ
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road rage headcanons
note i am going in with the assumption they know how to. If they have a license is up in the air (they probably dont)
Scout: My boy grew up in Boston, we have the worst fucking roads on the planet. Go ahead and google worst cities to drive in in the US Boston and Worcester will be in the top 5, trust me. Therefore Scout is a terrible driver. He tailgates, leans out the window to shout at people, middle finger all the time, slashes tires and breaks windows, etc etc. He's also just bad at driving. I think his first instinct when road rage takes over is to slam his palm on the horn and lean out his window and scream, even if he's driving, even if he's on the highway. Also he goes like 100 mph and passes people and doesnt use his turn signal.
Soldier: He also cant fucking drive, helmet covering his eyes or not. He's a generally jolly guy while driving though, just dont take him into cities. He will HATE waiting at lights. If he gets honked it, its all over for you, he will get out and grab you through the window by the neck.
Pyro: I dont think Pyro gets road rage all that often tbh, they're a calm driver. Sure the pyroland mask probably influences their choices and what they see but they're overall chill. Don't let them have access to under the car's hood though. Don't.
Demoman: He's nervous about driving, since he has one eye and he's destined sooner or later to become blind, also he's often drunk, so he usually lets other people drive. But if he's ever cut off and misses his exit on these shite american roads, or the shit maps and constant km to miles conversions gets to him, he will shout one big loud shout and then everyone in the car shuts up. if he's drunk he'll start sobbing and hating himself and then oh no the car is in a ditch
Heavy: You don't want to see Heavy mad. When Heavy is mad on the road, he will force the person who fucked with him to pull over and as they're screaming at him he will combine his fists and then slam them onto the car's hood so hard it's almost in half, then leave the guy there and get back in the car. He also shouts one big loud shout and everyone in the car shuts up.
Engineer: Man is also a quiet angry, but he plays the long game, he's more sneaky about it. He will use a device to fuck up someone's car without them knowing, offer to help them, then through his godlike engineering skills the car will do some unimaginable horror the second it starts up and he will drive away laughing. He isn't as skilled with the one big shout that heavy and demo are, so he'll be patient and wait until they're out of the car to fuck up Scout whoever was being loud and obnoxious in his car.
Medic: Does what Engie does, but to the person instead of the car. He also doesn't care if it's broad daylight in the middle of a city he'll just rearrange their skeleton right then and there then speed away. Average tuesday for him tbh. and also unlike Engie when he's done he'll be his usual cheerful happy giggly self right after as if it didnt happen. I think it'd take a lot to make him mad, cause he brushes it off by going 'im too amazing and sexy and beautiful for this shit'. He also HATES american roads, and hates having to constantly do km to mph conversions and drive on the wrong side
Sniper: He's the most chill i think, but he has definitely killed someone on the side of a road in the middle of nowhere and then left their body there. It takes a fair bit to give him road rage. When he does he just, follows. He's a patient man he'll get his revenge. I can also see him leaning out the window and giving the finger while shouting 'WANKA' though.
Spy: He does Medic's 'im too beautiful and sexy for this' but to a higher extreme. He's tooootally above road rage, toooootally. He toootally didnt leave a body on the side of the road and they still havent been found to this day, nope. His car is also expensive as hell, so no one touches him on the road for fear of having to pay damages on it.
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i just watched hadestown word vomit
- eva is so intense its actually so powerful like wow she really yelled at some notes u can rlly feel the injustice
- she changed so many of the notes and maintained so much of the musicality still like wow. this is a generational run i fear
- tearing up at eva's performance count: 3 (anyway the wind blows, all i've ever known, promises)
- at one pt during chant (iirc?) shes on the ground like on all fours from being robbed by the fates and shes so frustrated and angry she like slams the floor so hard full body
- we are honestly so lucky to have her eurydice immortalised via proshot
- this is a side point but i really wonder how eva's eury and donal's orpheus would play tgt like would it be INSANE or would it be too much bleeding heart
- also lil bit of costuming i noted is that eury's inner lining of her coat is actually a dark red, kinda like hades' red back panel vibes...
- eva n reeve were cuddling n giggling away during living it up it actually distracted me from amber LOL those lovebirds
- REEVE DID THE LYRIC ORPHEUS RUN UP FROM THE BACK TO CLIMB UP THE SCAFFOLDING TO THE STAGE!!! WHO CHEERED i thought they took that out!!!
- orpheus jumping in front of eury during way down / eury blocking orpheus from the fates pre-papers.... let me hear u orphydice nation
- phillips bass is wow!!! and his acting is wow!!! the silent treatment/cold wall between his hades and persephone is soooooo cool and his doubt comes in really comes across as a 'this happens to me so this will happen to orpheus too' parallel (if that makes sense)
- he also surprisingly has a lot of moments that he plays for laughs but theres no dissonance at all hes totally playing this sarcastic sillyness(?) that STILL makes his hades comes off as mean and serious
- i was practically at the opposite end of where i sat last time so i was v far from where hermes is at usually so im a little distant from the little moments that andre mightve had :(
- but i rmb hearing somewhere that his hermes is much more solemn n professional distance than mel's which i totally got from this
- side side note. i do miss hermes persephone yuri.... we need that back in the zeitgeist
- before our lady starts, hermes leads persephone out and she kisses him on the cheek, andre does this thing where he like pulses a wing of his jacket (if this makes sense?????) so that it looks like he has a cartoon beating heart it was sooo cute
-let me clarify my thing about doubt comes in/act 2 and donal and reeve's respective orphei bc i fear i am an orpheus girl and this is my blog where i talk about orpheus:
i didnt realise how much donal plays orpheus up for laughs until reeve ('you want to take me home? / yes', 'orpheus u did it! / yes. now what do i do?') reeve just plays it earnest and wide eyed the whole time which is not at all a minus
i truly truly thought donals choices in act ii were so phenomenal bc the absolute whacking he gets in papers were not at all superficial and he sacrifices a bit of vocal stability to express how tired and beaten down he is even in epic iii and by dci hes hitting himself on the chest to practically jumpstart himself to carry on and reacting so poorly to the fates taunting him where he was doing so well in wait for me
granted i was on the wrong end of the theatre to see reeve but he was just barrelling on, but not without a couple of stumbles of course. that falsetto is totally killer tho in dci. idk if lyric orphei do the falsetto but if they could they should (edit: dylan does do it a little bit!) bc its so slay i only remembered it when i heard carlos'. i dont think reeve went as high as he could but his vocals throughout were just. genuinely felt like a cd was infront of me.
- also another detail i can just about remember is that im pretty sure donal brings his notebook onto the turnstile cos i rmb being able to see his blocky LALALA on his notebook which made me laugh but reeves just singin it on the turnstile sans notebook
- the WE fates are the best running fates right now. @ me for real
- amber is so amazing. like. nothing else to say more than shes amazing. her mannerisms and movement for seph is just classic n never seems rehearsed. just wonderful. a seph of all time truly.
- also her our lady is just her doing drunken fist its crazy how shes stumbling about in those heels and not even slipping
- this is đŠˇâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸âđŠšđâ¤ď¸âđĽđ§Ąâ¤ď¸âđŠšđâ¤ď¸âđŠšđâ¤ď¸âđŠšđ§Ąâ¤ď¸âđŠšđ§Ąâ¤ď¸âđŠšđ§Ąđ¤đâ¤ď¸đđđđđ all my love for the workers in lyric hadestown i love u all. i got to see chris and tiago and lucinda again. i heard tiago thruout the workers chorus hes so great love u alllllll
- when the workers went if u can do it so can she if she can do it so can we during wait for me reprise and then theyre literally behind orphydice on the turnstile was CRAZY to me i do NOT remember this staging its so much more devastating
- also i was clapping like crazy so my audio is NUTS sorry in adv HAHA
- can corroborate new trombone guy is cute LMAO hes a different guy from when i saw ht last may đ
#jazz.txt#again if i have more i'll edit#long post /#sorry for the lp but every time i go why did i spend so much money to go to london i need to rmb this is what its for!!!!!!#ily hadestown!!!!
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OMG THERES A FIC WHERE R DATES HIMEKO AND KAFKA YEARNS???... that's so mean.. i love you sat LORD the idea that kafka realizes r is dating space princess cause of how touchy she is with them.... i hc kafka to be more a possessive person than a jealous person so like erm r's entire focus and attention being for another person but not her... wow thats EVILLL i love it so muchhh kafka doesn't have the fear of getting replaced but in a way she did get replaced, wow.. i have so many thoughts.... HIMEKO FINDING OUT THEY PREVIOUSLY DATED CUZ OF HOW THEY REACTED TO KAFKA.. LORDDD a part of me dies in fics where r has to choose between kafka and himeko cuz like id go to war for both of them âšď¸ even if kafka is a huge asshole.
itâs technically the beginnings of that plot yes⌠i never properly wrote the sequel (planned it out in my head mostly) but in this fic r is basically the trailblazer and they struggle with their sense of self outside of the stellaron/the person everyone tells them they will be. r has no idea who they were so its difficult for them to âbe themselvesâ, if that makes sense? kafka and the stellaron hunters are the only clue they have as to who they were before the stellaron, while the astral express encourages them to focus on the journey theyâve embarked on so they feel pulled in two different directions a little. they donât know why kafka is so familiar, but among a sea of new experiences and people to meet, itâs comforting to have someone to go back to when things get too much. the issue is that kafka plays too many mind games because she doesnât have the intention to tell them of what happened pre-stellaron yet some part of her wishes r would remember the most important aspect of their past relationship, so she checks up on them often. she cares about them and thatâs a given, they just dont understand why. and thereâs this kind of distrust (?) that is starting to form between r and kaf because they believe she only cares about them for what they can give her (the whole intertwined destinies thing) and that sheâs not concerned beyond that. itâs a bit sad, i wish in-game the tb was sadder at being treated like a tool by the stellaron hunters when they were companions once, its a complicated relationship that i love a lot
i yapped a bit dhdjjfg sorry, but yes kaf is definitely more possessive/envious than jealous to me!! sheâs also stuck in that state of wistfulness where she misses what they had but she wants them both to move forward to eventually realize elioâs script. she canât pretend not to care but sheâd never tell r anything because she wants them to move on. she genuinely does, it just hurts. she knows them the best no matter what, and she was the one there for them for a long time so yeah sheâs gonna contradict herself in actions and words sometimesâ itâs just so nuanced đđ sheâs not scared, sheâs hurt. but she believes thereâs no use to dwell on the past so she never truly sits with her feelings or grieves what was, she just keeps going with that sadness inside of her.
with himeko itâs a whole other thing; deep down she knows there was something between r and kafka because of how hesitant and awkward r is at the mention of her. when they see each other again theyâre just so⌠interested ? in whatever kafka is doing there. why is she there, what does she wantâ they gravitate towards her without even realizing it and they let their complicated relationship with her take up all the space in their mind until shes gone again and theyâre back to being the person himeko knows and loves. itâs unfair and sheâs also very hurt but she doesnât blame them because they donât remember anything. she hates kafka, who knows everything and withholds the truth, who seems to treat r like a means to an end rather than a person⌠she wants to protect r from her, in a way. but all she can do is be there for them when they vent their frustrations and cry about only being a cancer and ugh. everybodyâs miserable LMFAO. once again plugging the most himeko song ever when it comes to this ficâŚâŚ
i would hate to have to choose because himekoâs the most perfect person i know, like if she was real i would be unhealthily attached to her in a way that would leave me completely devastated if she were to part from me fbnffnmv sheâd be my FP </3 but kafka is⌠sigh. kafka. in this case though there is no choice because kafka isnât an actual option, sheâs more like an imprint that follows you no matter what you do or who youâre with. sheâs a ghost if you will
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Bruce Wayne for the "send me a character" thing :3
First impression: i dont know, since he has been big in popculture before i was born. he is a bat? very serious?
Impression now: he is sooooo serious. very tsundere of him. given how big dc is and how many different iterations on his character there are, there is very big range of "who bruce wayne is". i have my favorites, which i try to replicate in my stories.
Favorite moment: when he kisses clark- what do you mean that hasnt happened in canon? idk i dont read/watch/play anything.
Idea for a story: a major injury has bruce benched from being batman for a long while. months. recovery is slow. he is sooooo mad at himself and lashes out at everyone. clark cant stan being completely cut off by bruce and eventually he worms his way back into bruce's life. and everyone is soooo relieved bc clark occupies a lot of bruce's time and seems to take his lashings like a champ.
as months pass and there is doubt if bruce is going to suit up ever again, they start talking about what the future might be. bruce isn't saying it, but he fears that without batman, missing this connetion with clark/superman, clark would eventually drift away from his life. clark can tell it's what he is thinking. and one day he just says it all. abt how deeply he cares for bruce, how connected he feels to bruce, batman or not, and how he doesnt want to even imagine a life without bruce. it's embarrassing but rewarded in the end with bruce kissing the breath out of clark. the rest of bruce's recovery is spent in second base. the family learns to knock before entering bruce's room. (bruce and clark's room.)
and then bruce is recovered. clark walks into the cave and is greeted there by batman. it's awkward for clark because this isn't bruce who he has been making out with for the past weeks. this is his collegue who he hasn't been face to face with in months. should he go in for a kiss still?
as clark hesitates for just a moment, bruce's mind is kicked into anxiety overdrive. his face sours and seeing that makes clark not lean in for a kiss.
"...good to have you back, batman."
"hmh."
clark cracks. "can you take the helmet off so i can kiss you?"
bruce tries not to show how hearing that relaxes him. "my lips aren't the part covered up, clark."
"fair enough, i guess. haha." clark chuckles a little self-consciously and leans in for a kiss.
this is canon dc comic. the dark detective: from gotham with love issue #17
Unpopular opinion: he should be tsundere. he masks his love and affection with being aloof and cold and distant. being verbally affectionate with him will make him just want to respond with insults. also he has a vagina. i think thats more controversial. also he is not skinny. uwu
Favorite relationship: idk if this makes any sense but him with... superman? i know its weird, they are aesthetically very different, but you'd be surprised to see how much they have in common in their ideals and how well their personalities come together.
Favorite headcanon: him being trans means so much to me idk why. coping character.
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okay am back. in jazz band we get almost two hours of only being alloweed to play music so i get a lot of time to zone out and think about things that hurt me
the magazine thing actually scared tf out of mme when i read the uuhh. "he comes home aan d finds the magazine on the kitchen table" i actually went like. đ¨. hit me directly in my deep-seated fear of Parents Finding My things and i dont even do anything like tha . if i came home from school and my phone was on the kitchen table with tumblr open id throw up genuinely my worst fear and you made that happen to hajime and i read it with my own orbs. anyway. scary ending. traumatize chsp ending
second option is sad because theres another Whole Guy involved. thats his friend. how does he think about this friend after he leaves like what is his opinion on him does he miss him ?? does he resent him ?/ >?>>>??? whwhat.. let him have his epic gay sex ffs
anyway either option leads to his dad actually beating tf out of him i hate it here. heres a blurry fanart i made of me picking priestmaeda up by the collar of his robes (i didnt remember what they look like) with the full intention of killing him. pencil on sheet music, 2024
hi chisp. sorry for the Feelings but also iâm elated bc thatâs exactly what i wanted to capture.
the magazine thing is meant to be that exact sort of fear. when i was closeted i knew my parents wouldnât hate me (gay aunts make it easier), BUT i had and have friends who are closeted for safety and we both knew that if their parents found their (usually trans) stuff it would get nasty. once in middle school a friend texted me like âmy parents found my binder.â and my heart sank so fucking fast. i wanna capture that Dread that Fear. bc itâs one of the most horrifying things i can think of genuinely. on par with being found with anti-fascist theory in an autocracy like it truly feels like Your Life Is Over Now. priest au is lowkey a horror story about how queer folks are abused by society . because making art about that makes me feel a little better. itâs cathartic
as for Thereâs A Whole Other Guy Involved: hajime leaves the reservoir without ever looking back or saying goodbye to anyone. i think one of the things he regrets most is not making sure his friend would be safe before he left. he knew his dad knew who he was, and i think he regularly worries about whether or not word got out. heâs closed that chapter in his life, but he still finds himself hoping that his best friend is okay. he hopes he wasnât too hurt when hajime left without saying goodbye. that sort of thing
and oh noooo donât hurt Father KomaedaâŚ. heâs so sweet heâs so kind and gentle heâs an angelâŚ. heâll guide us all to the beautiful light of the lord donât kill him. heâs innocentâŚ.
#ask#chisp#priest au#âpencil on sheet musicâ is cracking me up#you should spin that freaky little priest in circles and then throw him as far away as you can. like a rock into a lake
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