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amaliabalash · 6 months ago

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oh look i have more thoughts/things i noticed on the second time. but most importantly, i was wrong about the kiss at the end - just couldn’t see it properly from the angle i was seeing 😂 there was totally a proposal kiss. and uh my bias for watching what emmett does the whole time is real clear from the notes i took today.

- emmet’s eyes go so wide and he looks legit scared when elle first approaches

- when elle says “whoever said tangerine is the new pink” she covers bruiser’s ears before whispering “seriously disturbed” also they changed days of our lives to sex in the city.

- when elle asks if the paper is her social agenda, emmett laughs and then there’s a significant pause before he’s like….no….. and there’s so much i enjoy in this emmett’s delivery that i can’t describe but i’m still gonna try ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

- emmett cringes when callahan tells enid that you lesbians are all alike, and i just appreciate that

- again, delivery of the give you ladies a moment line is great, it’s preceded by a comically long pause that just makes it funnier.

- in positive, instead of the fat shaming verse, it’s “what if she’s a violent nut, she might stab me in the gut, with the stick that’s in her butt” (or something along those lines)

- in a rare moment of me noticing background things (because there is no emmett in the scene lolllll), at the party when elle and warner are talking, whitney is CHUGGING a bottle of wine at the awkwardness. then when she notices elle flirting with him, she runs to get vivienne.

- when vivienne is talking down to elle at the party, she flicks elle’s bunny ear and oh damn

- i was mistaken last time, enid doesn’t throw the beer at vivienne, she dumps it over her head.

- “for not weeping at your tale” emmett breaks with a laugh on the word tale/tail in a really charming way and i just really love this emmett. as my wife said, this emmett is cheeky and i love it.

- when he walks into elle’s dorm instead of hello kitty he says “hi barbie” after an extended looking around in alarm

- when he asks her about studying, he looks SO PAINED before asking “you do study, don’t you?” and just groans

- i mentioned before that he does some voices on certain lines, one of them being “the room just got colder” and elle’s response is so smiling and they both just smile so much at each other when teasing (and all the time) and MY HEART

- after elle gets rufus back for paulette, she and emmett have this like slightly awkward wait are we gonna high five or like shake hands or… and then she hugs him and he just looks so awkward like he just does not know how to handle it and gahhhh i love it

- right before so much better, she’s congratulating emmett while everyone else is looking at the list, and at first i thought she was like adjusting his tie but then he like holds up a necklace he’s wearing i think??? so i desperately want to know what little piece of backstory the actors or director brought into this

- during the beginning of so much better when she’s asking all the questions, emmett is there nodding and saying “yeah” in response to each 😂

- when elle starts talking to warner in the song, in the background vivienne is arguing with emmett like she’s telling him it must be a mistake or something, and then vivienne tries to go towards elle and emmett blocks her

- emmett’s eyes widen in a “oh hell yeah she went there” kind of way when elle says it’s better than making love to warner all night

- the look of horror on emmett’s face after he says nutcracker butt, he makes the “her words” comment but just hangs his head in shame and they hold the moment it’s fantastic

- honestly this production lets the jokes breathe so much and it works SO WELL

- “you trust me, don’t you?” “…ehhhhh” smile “of course” they tease each other in such a great way in this production i can’t get over it

- emmett has an adorable scrunchy face of uncertainty before nodding when elle sings “swallow your pride” etc

- each cologne joke, they sprayed emmett in the face

- the looking at at each other throughout that song /dreamy sigh

- i think this is the first production i’ve seen where emmett says “don’t watch me change” to an employee, not to elle. i have no opinion on this either way, just noticed it.

- when brooke says she just likes to watch him clean the filter, elle nods like yes girl i get you 😂

- when elle does the bend and snap, emmett like JOLTS back and upright and looks shell shocked

- warner does a sing song voice when he says “emmett nailed the pool boy” to really bring him how juvenile it is

- elle and emmett are just leaning into each other progressively more before everyone does the cheers/toast and so 👀

- vivienne grows progressively more exasperated with warner throughout act two, and when callahan makes the move on elle and warner is all shitty about it, she straight up yells when she says shut up warner and like shoves him out the door

- the lyric difference in the ballad was “is it too late” instead of “if you can hear”

- i can’t get over how they made it work for elle and emmett to fucking clasp hands over her bag during the ballad without it feeling gross 😭

- at the salon when paulette and kyle are talking about walking rufus, she’s got a customer in her chair just like ???? all kinds of uncomfortable as they talk over him and he made very good face

- when elle tells vivienne “i’m never wearing that again” this time instead of viv saying “she still hates me” or whatever she said something like “is it because it’s from a sample sale” 😂

- the delta nus yell about jury people instead of “it’s so apprentice”

- i appreciated the way brooke said “okay bye” and rolled her eyes and this tells y’all nothing but these notes are primarily for me, so.

- after the trial when warner interrupts elle and emmett’s moment, it’s so clear emmett is like okay fine let’s wrap up this warner thing because elle needs that closure but like. he ain’t worried. and when he’s walking away, he does a hand on warner’s shoulder but it’s basically a slap just THUMP and it made me laugh

- “and his wife hired emmett…” the smirk on emmett’s face A+

anyway i love legally blonde with my whole heart

Legally Blonde at the Oregon Cabaret Theatre

Just got back from seeing the Cabaret's Legally Blonde and so naturally I have to make a text post with every thought and feeling. Bullet pointed stream of consciousness ahead! And I'll be seeing this uh like six more times so I will likely add on to mention other little things I notice and like over time. 😂

This Bruiser was a miniature poodle and very cute.

When Margot is talking to Bruiser, she just held his head and looked into his eyes like she was doing a mind meld and I loved that.

Also, like seven years ago or something, the actress playing Margot played Elle in a youth production of LB that I saw, and it was fun to see her back in the show. She understudies Elle and I hope she goes on one of the times I've there, it'd be a fun full circle thing.

During Blood in the Water, when the students start echoing the phrase, Emmett started and like tried to cue them to do the same? I don't know how to word it lol but it worked for me.

When Elle asks, "who assigns reading on the first day of class?" Emmett across the room starts like reaching out towards her and mouthing "no no no" before grimacing.

Enid throws a beer on Vivienne at the party, which I haven't seen before and was fun as Vivienne runs off stage going "I'm all sticky!"

OG IRELAND LYRICS FTW

During the Christmas part of Chip, Emmett comes in with a reindeer horn headband and I just thought that was very cute.

This Emmett did a lot of like, voices when saying certain lines and it worked for me? I know the actor from many local productions and always enjoy him but he's usually playing character roles, and I enjoyed seeing little bits of that goofiness brought into Emmett.

Major height difference between Elle and Emmett. Most of the time I'm like "yeah height differences are fine" but it made it so if they hugged she's like buried in this chest and yes good I approve.

At the end of Chip right after Elle has her classroom success, Elle and Emmett like lock eyes and walk towards each other and it just felt like a magnetic pull thing until Callahan walks between them, I dug it.

And then when Paulette goes to get Rufus (she goes offstage, because they did not have a dog to play Rufus), again, Elle and Emmett just fucking gaze at each other for a moment before she goes into "is this law?" and I am so here for it.

Holy SHIT Whipped Into Shape. Always impressive to see people hold their own with singing while jump roping, but the first freeze? Forgive the random cheerleader picture for illustration, but the actress playing Brooke held this pose (without the other arm out) for the entire pause on "meet our brand new client Brooke..." through until the hit play again. I've never seen people burst into applause mid-Whipped, but like, you could feel the shock and awe just ripple through the room the longer she held it.

Take It Like a Man: okay first of all they actually put him in a good suit thank the lord, so often it's like "and he looks the same, just in black" but this was a well fitted suit so, A+ costuming, you actually did the job. And Emmett did a clear sort of lean in before Elle hugs him, which isn't anything new, but always great in my book. And when she hugs him, she just buries her face in his chest, I love it.

When Callahan makes the move on Elle, and audience member loudly hissed. 😂

Sadly. There was no Door. However, they DID make it clear that "what about love?" was an aside and not directly to Elle. There was a line change, I don't remember exactly what, so it's not "if you can hear" but something else. But when he's singing about wanting her to stay TO her, she's carrying a bag she's packed and they both reach for the handles and just kind of clasp hands for a moment. ALSO she packs the 2-in-1 shampoo after like hesitating for a moment over it, and that got me right in the heart. Well done.

During the reprise when Elle walks into the supply closet, Vivienne turned to Enid and said "she still hates me, doesn't she?" or something like that and god any little extra bit of Vivienne insight we get I looooove.

After Elle proposes and puts the ring on Emmett's finger, she jumps into his arms and just WRAPS her legs around him, full on star fish cling, I love it. No real end kiss though, which seemed weird? Like they were about to and then went into more singing. I'm not as much bothered by it as confused by the choice but oh well.

Emmett comes out in a hot pink suit for bows.

Okay that's all I got for now. I fucking love Legally Blonde.

#legally blonde

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mdr-writings · 3 years ago

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Streamer!eren x fem-reader!

Pt.1

Rating: sfw-ish

cw: suggestive themes

word count: 1525

a/n: this is my first ff/ one-shot on tumblr. I haven't wrote in about 5 years (overall) , but after submerging myself in ff's, I have inspiration to write. Pls leave feedback if necessary, bc I do want to do my best in writing to make this an enjoyable experience. thank u!

{"are you gonna play Resident Evil?"}

Eren steadily reads the incoming notification on his hours long running stream. He wanted to talk to the chat after playing gta 5 heist challenges with other popular streamer friends. He shifts back in his gaming chair taking a deep breath. Then slowly rubs his upper lip while shifting his emerald eyes towards his bedroom celling, pondering on the question. After a minute deciding on what his answer would be, he quickly looks back into the camera.

"dunno, depends which one you guys want me to play". He answers, with fiddling with a fallen piece of hair that came out of the bun that rested at the back of his head.

He then scoots up towards his monitor and looks at the other fast passing comments deciding which ones he should answer out loud.

{" I love your recent COD stream"}

" thank you so much, I was thinking abou-"

He was interrupted by knocking on is door, he then turned towards his door " who is it? ' he shouts with a sing-song tone. "it's y/n" responded the person behind the door.

"shit", Eren curses internally. Rolling his eyes, he turns the chair back towards his camera. He knew that any kind of female interaction he had while streaming would get the comment section raging.

From the most recent, when Mikasa called him while he was on stream (in which he forgot to mute his mic) asking about her bracelet she left in the house. It ended with him trying to settle the chat down while they spammed the nick name "Mommy Mika".

Mikasa found out through twitter posts with their captions assuming she was Eren's mystery girl. Mikasa honestly didn't mind too much but that couldn't have been said the same about Eren. He wanted to keep his channel solely about him. he didn't need to see trending hashtags about who he was potentially involved with.

He whispers into the camera, " please behave, I'm begging you guys". he shifts back into his chair while turning his chair towards the door.

" come in"

The knob of his door then turns while the door itself was being pushed open to reveal his female friend y/n. You wearing a tank top with tight pajama shorts that stops at your upper plush thighs. Eren quickly scans over your lower half before meeting your eyes. Your nipples were prodding through your shirt. The ac that was blasting through out the house was not helping

" dinner is rea- oh I didn't know you were streaming, my bad" you nervously start to back out of the room after realizing you interrupted him.

" no no you're fine, I'll come down in a second" he turn towards his monitor quickly scanning over his comment section

{ hrdgrinder: oh she's fine alright }

{ erensrighthand…..man: GAHHHH DAMN }

{durtyyyskeetrr: lawd have merthy🤓}

{ sckinEJawf: ik he hittin that }

{ eren'sdhandruff: I'm no better than any man }

{ ilikebignoobs: thats your girl? }

{ xxxavier: 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵}

{ nico2much: you cheating on Mommy Mika}

Those were just a handful of what Eren read of what was being said. Glancing at the camera viewer, he looking past himself. What was shown was you, but the camera only showed everything past your lower lip. In nervousness, he shifted his sight away from his monitor.

" okay, everyone is down stairs waiting for you, they don't wanna start eating before you do", you smile gently.

" thanks I'll be down soon", Eren smiles back. He then turns back around, dismissing you. Which leads you proceeding to close his door.

See, Eren was a guy who respected all his female friends, he treated them like they were " one of the guys" but he likes to play around a bit with you and Mikasa from time to time. However, with you, he liked teasing you. He liked the way you would whine and complain that he was " doing too much ". He was sometimes faced with a physical consequence like a subtle pinch or slap you gave him. Or, on some occasions, you would innocently shake your head and smile.

Then, Eren thought of something. " y/n", he called out to you before you could grab the handle to his door. " hm?", she pauses.

Eren smiles, "maybe I could introduce her to the stream just to make the chat meet her in a proper manner".

Eren honestly wanted to keep all his female friends away from his streams. The incident with Mikasa was truly a mess but what can he do when they have already seen more than half of you body. Then it came to him. His streams did spike when a girl is even mentioned. He didn't want to use you for views but involuntarily, that was already done. Maybe he could compromise and this interaction could go right and benefit you and him? He could get more views and you could have a social media boost. Of course he had to put his own spin on this with a bit of teasing. He was risking his life for his stream, as he know that he would get the beating of his life.

"what do you want eren?" a sigh falls from your mouth.

"come here" , Eren says, keeping his lower half in the chair and only his head turned towards you. You frowns as you puts your hands on your hips.

" why?", you snaps with a annoyance and squint your eyes. You knew he was starting to tease you.

" don't you wanna say hi to the stream?", He smirks while flashing his top teeth.

"no eren, I'm not playing with you right now, I'm hungry as hell and we're all waiting for y-"

"please y/n it'll be quick", he pouts his bottom lip.

You pick a hangnail on your thumb while contemplating if you should fall through on his pleads.

"hmmm, I don’t know"

"do it for them" he presses on

You stares at Eren. She honestly wouldn't care, only if there wasn't thousands of people over hearing your conversation. But, you caved in, you would hate if that could stain their first impression of you . Internally you're swearing him down that you’ll beat his ass on his stream with no hesitation if he tries anything funny.

"you're so ugly" you says while rolling your eyes.

Eren thanks you with a gentle smile.

You walks over to him stopping right beside his chair with your hands on your hip. The chat's view of the camera shows your mid to lower half of your body. You were on the far right of Eren. Eren's seated body took up most of the view. Eren noticed as he stares at the camera. He thinks it's a good proper reveal clears his throat as he begins to speak.

"chat give your warmest welcome to y/n, y/n say hello to the chat". Eren smiles as he pushes his chair to the side to let you come to the camera view.

You stoops down on your knees beside Eren's chair, then tilts your head towards the camera

"hi guys", you smile sheepishly.

"what do I do? what do I say ? why did I agree to this- technically I didn't but still…. he set me up bad"

You didn't know how introduce yourself. Of course you has socials, but that doesn't mean you’re the best at socializing with practically strangers. You’re most comfortable when you are around your friend group. As they've known you since middle school, so automatically they were somewhat like family to you. Of course, you would take back that comparison as you would often playfully flirted with everyone.

However, when it came to Eren there was always a lingering feeling of tension after the teasing on his behalf and playfully flirting on yours. But, was you gonna do anything about it? No, that's for sure. Everything is strictly platonic, well......that's at least what you wants to convince yourself with.

Unexpected, the chat was oddly respectful. The chat spammed with all sorts of hellos, hey’s, hi's , and waving emojis. Eren smirks as another idea pops in his head.

"y/n", his voice booming around the room knocking you out of your internal thoughts. He looks down at you.

"hm?"

"you look at bit uncomfortable down there", he pats his lap. "sit here" he says while trying to keep a straight face.

You could’ve punched him right then and there but something told you that, that would be Eren’s official stamp of “winning”.

You looks at the chat then back at him. You knew he would try something, you had a feeling from the start.

"I knew it , since he wants to play, I’ll give him a game. He really thinks he'll have the upper hand, not Satan today.... not today".

You shrugged “okay, sure”

You grabbed the arm of his chair pulling yourself up. Then placing a hand on Eren’s stomach while walking round to the front of the chair. Eren smirks as he assumes his plan has now kick started.

You slowly bends over Eren’s lap, your tank top dips low in the camera view.

You sinisterly grin.

“Let the games begin”

#eren #eren x reader #eren x you #eren jeager x reader #eren yaeger x reader #aot fanfiction #streamer eren #mdrwritings

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getofy · 4 years ago

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bakugo as your boyfriend would include...

request: what would dating bakugo be like?

gn!reader (but there are slight fem themes if you squint); fluff; headcanons; no spoilers

character: bakugo katsuki

a/n: this goes out to my one & only <333. ilysm deku kinnie pls enjoy! also, @ bakugo simps i hope this feeds u well. he’s sm fun to write for. headcanons + a short playlist are under the cut.

*ty to my bakugo kinnie/simp friend for helping me write this. i appreciate u. A LOT of these ideas r hers!!

FALLING IN LOVE WITH HIM SOUNDS LIKE:

01. TEENAGE DIRTBAG by WHEATUS

02. GUTTER GIRL by HFHW

03. BOYFREN by LOVE LEO

04. IN TOO DEEP by SUM 41

05. TOUNGES by THE FRIGHTS

06. R U MINE? by ARCTIC MONKEYS

katsuki is a very emotional person. he feels incredibly deep and profound things, but has trouble expressing it in a healthy manner. this being so, him as your s/o would consist of a lot of subtle displays of affection! such as...

-> SHOWING YOU HOW TO DO STUFF:

he’ll teach you small things about his hobbies. will 100% show you how to play the drums, mountain climb, etc.

literally you learn so much with him it’s insane. he claims it’s because he couldn’t stand dating an incapable person, but in reality it’s just because he likes feeling useful/needed HAHA.

-> TOUCHING YOU:

this man is lowkey super clingy...so he will always find a way to be physically close to you.

a BIG fan of putting his arm around your shoulder fs. don’t mention it to him though because he’ll IMMEDIATELY stop doing it.

-> LETTING YOU SIT ON HIS LAP:

if you’re comfortable with it, he’d adore it if you sat on his lap!! like fr if you walked up to him when he was lounging on the couch and did it this is how it would go...

“what’re you doing?”

“sitting down, why?”

he just stares and then grunts before going back to whatever he was doing

don’t let his indifference fool you, he is very pleased.

probably looked up at the ceiling and thought about it for an hour once you left

he thinks about you a lot

-> ALWAYS COOKING FOR YOU:

he pretends like it’s a nuisance, but it genuinely makes his day when you eat the stuff he prepares. literally if you’re hungry just ask him to make you smth and he’ll do it. he actually gets angry if you decide to cook without him.

one time, katsuki seemed really tired because of training and school. so you tried to make something for the both of you guys to enjoy together. it uh...didn’t go well...

“what are you doing?!”

“cutting vegetables...”

“no. you’re doing it all wrong. give me the knife.”

“excuse me??”

“GIVE ME THE KNIFE.”

you ended up giving him the knife

the meal was great!?? but he scolded you for like 30 minutes after PLS.

-> SHOWING YOU OFF:

he’s proud that you’re his s/o, so of course he’s gonna brag about you to EVERYONE.

it’s not overbearing or in an annoying way either. it’s moreso him talking about your accomplishments and stuff like that.

he literally only shows you off for his own benefit. NEEDS everyone to know how cool you and him both are.

it’s an ego thing.

i take back what i said abt it not being annoying. it’s a nuisance to everyone who ain’t you.

-> SITTING NEXT TO YOU:

like i said before, he needs to be close to you at all times. sooo he always sits next to you. no questions asked.

expect to see a pouting, petty katsuki if you decide to sit next to somebody that isn’t him.

“are you seriously mad that i sat next to deku and not you on the bus?!”

“‘COURSE IM MAD.”

“you’re impossible.”

“HUH??????”

-> LETTING YOU WEAR HIS CLOTHES:

PRACTICALLY CHUCKS HIS SHIRTS AND HOODIES AT YOU. LITERALLY JUST- PELTS YOU WITH HIS CLOTHES UNTIL YOU PUT THEM ON.

you took his hoodie without asking ONE TIME and now he’s hooked on seeing you in his clothing.

he’ll always pretend like he’s doing you a favor though.

gotta love how annoying he is!

-> GIFT GIVING

i wouldn’t go as far to say that gift giving is his love language, but he’ll buy things that you bring up in causal conversation a whole lot.

he just kinda bashfully shoves the gift in your hands and watches as you fawn over it.

“awww! how’d you know??”

“you wouldn’t shut up about it.”

he loves seeing your pleased expression!! +100 boost to katsuki’s confidence.

-> HELPING YOU WITH ACADEMICS:

we ALL know how smart this man is.

he will 100% help you study for school if you’re struggling!

don’t expect him to go easy on you though.

if anything, he’ll probably be harder on you because he really wants to see you succeed.

he basically carries you through math

-> KNOWING MUNDANE FACTS ABOUT YOU:

i can see him knowing EVERYTHING about you. your birthday, your morning routine, your favorite snacks, your favorite songs, etc.

it doesn’t take a lot for him to remember this stuff either???

like, he thinks you’re unforgettable, so he just knows

-> WANTING TO IMPRESS YOU:

he wants you to know how cool he is so bad it’s laughable.

he’ll show off during training exercises FOR SUREEEE

bakusquad teases him abt it when he does lol they ALLL know how whipped he is for you

kirishima: wow, you’re really into it today bakugo!

denki: well (y/n) IS watching

bakugo: SHUT UP.

MISC HEADCANONS!

-> you enable him so much...like way too much. please get on that. someone needs to hold this stupid man accountable. he probably likes it when you scold him despite his protests so don’t be afraid to tell him off baby.

-> your approval makes his heart go $$/!/?!!!error??77776. like, even before you two started dating, he would ALWAYS feel flustered whenever you would compliment his outfits, fighting style, etc. now that you guys are dating, he still feels extremely dazed when you dote on him.

he’ll probably act super cocky about it though

“ ‘course i look good, idiot.”

he’s trying his best to suppress the stupid smile trying to take over his face. eventually, he lets it out, and tbh everyone in 1A knows that it’s because of smth cheesy you told him.

he is SUCH a softie for you it HURTTSSSS GAHHHH!!

-> katsuki is a very protective boyfriend.

this goes for everything, but especially applies during intense situations.

will literally lay his life down for you without thinking twice about it. don’t fight me on this. it’s canon.

if you’re going on a dangerous mission, you BEST believe this man is tagging along with you.

if for some reason he can’t go, he’ll make it a point to stay up way past his bed time waiting for you to come back.

when katsuki chooses you over sleep just know that you’ve won at life.

he doesn’t see you as inferior in any way. he knows you can handle yourself, but he really wants to keep you safe bc if something bad happened to the love of his life he would be in shambles.

on a lighter note, if mineta bugs you, he’ll absolutely wreck him. will literally punt that grape boy into the next stratosphere.

also!! he’s not the type to care about what you wear. if you’re wearing smth a bit more revealing, the most he’ll say is that you look hot. literally is so unbothered.

he trusts you a lot so it’s like 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

protective ≠ possessive

-> dates w/ him are super all over the place! one weekend, you guys will just chill in his dorm and the next he’ll be laughing maniacally as he chases you down during an intense round of laser tag.

-> he’s big fan of competition, so he’ll turn everything into one.

let him win.

-> his hands are really sensitive because of his quirk, so if you kissed them he’d turn to mush.

im literally begging you to touch this man. help him. he is so touch-starved it’s not funny.

-> he runs hot so cuddles w him are so nice and comforting :(. will pull you in close and tight and NEVER let go.

in short, while dating katsuki definitely comes with it’s quirks, it’s a beautiful relationship. he respects you endlessly and will do anything to ensure your happiness. treat him right and he’ll do the same!!

have fun dating explosion boy!

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pascalscenarios · 3 years ago

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SAFE HOUSE (Dave York)

SAFE HOUSE

Bodyguard! Dave York x Reader

Words:

Warning: Mentions of Physical Violence/ Altercation, Blood, Death/murder

Authors Note: I know the gif is of Zach but lets just pretend it’s Dave LOL ... It’s late I should be doing hw but I needed to write another chapter gahhhh - K

CHAPTER 3

“Dave?” you stood in the doorway of the office space in the safe house. Dave was doing work on the desktop computer. You stood there drying your hair with a towel. You had just taken a shower

“Hmm?” he says not looking at you, his eyes glued to the screen as he types, dragging and clicking the mouse around.

After breakfast early this morning, Dave went right to work trying to figure out who was after you. He had contacted your father and let you talk to him briefly.

Dave had sent you away after that so he could talk to your father in private. As for you, you didn’t do much. You explored the different rooms of the house and napped and watched TV.

You hated that you couldn’t be much help to Dave. Here you are lounging around while Dave does research and investigate.

You knew he wasn’t going to stop until he found what he was looking for. “You’ve been in here all day”

He didn’t say anything. His focus on the screen, like tunnel vision.

“I think you should call it a night” you fiddle with the towel in your hand

“I don’t have time for breaks”

“Dave...You’re going to burn out...It’s starting to get late. I made dinner, come and eat”

“Sweetheart, I’m not going to burn out. I’ve worked long and late hours, days even. I’m fine”

Usually hearing him call you sweetheart, you’d be agitated, but hearing him say it made you feel oddly different this time.

“I want you to be with me”

That makes him look up at you.

You begin to stutter “ Uh I-I mean like hang out with you...You know, eat dinner...be in each other's company. I know we’re still in the same house but I-” “You don’t wanna be alone” he cuts you off.

You blush, slightly embarrassed that you need him around you know. The old you would do absolutely anything to be away from Dave.

This was a bad idea. You gotta suck it up. You can be on your own, Stop being so needy and clingy! you told yourself.

“Never mind, just forget it. There’s spaghetti on the stove when you’re ready to eat-”

“Wait” He shuts down the computer and gets up from the desk. Pushing the desk chair in. He makes his way over to you, standing in front of you.

A smile appears on your face. Happy that he decided to call it a night.

“Spaghetti huh?”

“Yeah, with meatballs”

…

“Thanks for making dinner. I haven’t had Spaghetti in a while” Dave says as he washes the last dish. You're standing beside him, drying off the dishes he washed.

“It’s the least I could do. You made breakfast for me this morning, so I made dinner”

Dave hands you the dish. You take the rag, wiping the water off the ceramic. Dave takes the other dishes that you already dried off and placed them in a cabinet. You stand on your tippy-toes as you set the dish with the others. Dave shuts the cabinet closed right after.

You’re both standing in the kitchen in silence.

“Do you wanna watch a movie or something?” you asked “sure”

The two of you made it to the living room. You grabbed the remote to the flatscreen Tv off the coffee table and plopped yourself down on one side of the couch. Dave sat on the other side of the couch. There was a huge space between the two of you.

You turn on the TV and begin to flip through the channels. You gasped in excitement as you saw a cute little cartoon mouse and a cat wreaking havoc around a kitchen, making a mess as they ran around.

Dave cringes his face as stays on this channel. He looks over to you giving you a judgemental look “Tom and Jerry? Really? What are you five? Change the channel” He says, leaning to grab the remote from your hands. You move the remote away from him.

“Hey! Stop the Tom and Jerry slander, you hater! I used to watch this all the time when I was little. My grandmother introduced it to me.”

“I’ve never seen it”

“What?! Oh, we’re so watching it! How have you never seen Tom and Jerry? God, your childhood must have sucked ass. Tom and Jerry are hilarious!”

Dave groans, sinking himself into the sofa. He would rather watch something but if that's what you wanted. He’s gonna have to put up with it.

The two of you sat there in silence. Here and there your giggle would ring out, laughing at something Tom or Jerry did. Dave liked the sound of your laughter and giggling. He found it slightly cute how something so cheesy could make you lose it. Clearly, your humor was broken.

Tom and Jerry's relationship sorta reminded me of the two of you. Tom and Jerry had an odd relationship. They didn't get along, always going after each other, but there were moments where they found common ground. And although their relationship was rocky, they did care for each other, whether they like to admit it or not.

Dave liked where you guys were at, surprisingly. It’s a terrible thing for you to go through what you did. Almost getting kidnapped and killed, but he felt like this ordeal has brought you guys closer. It’s brought you closer in ways both of you can't explain. Something was staring. Neither of you really know what it is yet. But as he told you, it was you and him, in this together.

“Why are you so far away?” You say.

“What do you mean?”

“You're on the opposite end of the couch...You can move closer you know. I don’t have cooties”

Dave doesn’t move. He wants to move closer, but he’s almost afraid too. His job is to protect you, keep you safe. Not get all snuggly and cozy.

Dave sat with his right arm on the backside of the sofa, sitting with one leg crossed. You closed the space between the two of you by moving yourself into his right side. You lean your body, resting your head against his chest, your legs tucked under you.

Without thinking, Dave moves his arms from behind the couch to your body. His hand slowly rubbing your arm.

It was soothing. Your eyes slowly start to feel heavy.

He hasn’t realized you were doing it until a little while longer when you had fallen asleep.

Dave grabs the tv remote from your hands, shutting the tv off. He scoops your sleeping body into his arms and takes you upstairs into the master bedroom. He places you down on the bed, the move the covers around so he could get it I’ve your body.

He whispers your name

“Hmm?” You mumble, slightly waking up

“I’m going to bed. Wake me up if you need me”

“Okay” you whispered back “Goodnight” …

“Get up!” You heard a voice scream at you. You were dragged out of bed and onto the floor. You didn’t know what was happening, disoriented from being awoken abruptly. The person yelling at you wasn’t Dave.

You looked up to see one of the masked men hovering above you. Your eyes widen. How did they find you?

They gripped your arm, yanking you up to stand. This was the aggressive masked man. The one who threatened to put a bullet through your head.

Your fight or flight began to surge through you. Without thinking, you being to fight your way free from his grasp.

“DAVE!” You screamed

“Knock it off!” With the gun in his hand, he hits you in the side of the head. You help out in pain, the force making you drop to the floor. Your hand reaches your head. You pull your hand away noticing the bloodstain your hand.

“Get up! Let's go!” The masked man pulls you up again, pulling you into him. He holds the barrel to your head as he leads you out of the room.

As you stand at the top of the stairs, you see Dave standing right below, pointing his gun towards the two of you.

The masked man pushes the barrel to your temple

“Let them go!” Dave yells

“You have a two options here pal”

“I’m not playing your fucking game- let them go NOW!”

“Either you let them go with me or I kill you”

“Not happening”

“Dave-“

“Shut up!” The guy yells in your ear making you flinch. You felt your tears fall. You hadn’t realized you were crying.

“The choice is yours”

Dave stands his ground. Not moving an inch. He grips his gun tightly.

“Alright guess we’re gonna have to kill you”

Out of nowhere, you see the other masked man come up behind him.

“DAVE!”

But it was too late. Two shots rang out. Dave dropped to the floor. He didn’t move. Blood quickly seeped from his head onto the hardwood floor You began to sob, whimpering and calling out to him. You begged him to get up.

You hysterically cried as the man lead you down the stairs. You couldn't peel your eyes away from Dave. You felt so helpless. you couldn’t do anything to help him or save him. He’s dead because of you.

The man shoved you down. You laid next to Dave. Your lip quivered as his lifeless eyes stared at your bloodshot eyes. The two men stood over you.

“You’re next”

a pop rang out

You gasp, jolting awake. You frantically sit up in bed, your hands feeling over your body. You look beside you. Dave’s lifeless body wasn’t next to you. You weren’t at the bottom of the stairs like you thought you were. You were in your bed. It took you a minute to realize that it was only a dream. None of it was real. You were alive. You were safe.

Dave

You get out of bed, rushing over to your door. You quickly made it down the hall and open the door to Dave’s room. Cracking it open, you see Dave sleeping soundly. He was laying on his side, his body facing you.

You sigh in relief knowing he was okay. You let yourself in, shutting the door. You made your way over to the bed. You pull back the covers and lay on your side facing him.

He groggily says your name as he begins to stir awake

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?” his voice was deep and raspy from being asleep for a while.

You didn't say anything. A tear slid down your face and you sniffled. His hand moves over to your cheek wiping your tears away. “What’s wrong? Talk to me”

You sniffled again. “I had a nightmare...” He didn’t say anything. Letting you speak at your own time

“They came after us” Dave atomically knew who you were talking about. You didn't need to explain.

“They found us, Dave. They killed you in front of me. They killed me moments after...It felt so real”

His hand moved down your arm and holds your hand.

“You’re okay and I’m okay...It was only a dream. We’re safe”

His thumb rubs over the back of your hand, soothing you.

“Shhh, It’s okay...try to get some sleep. I’m right here...I’m right here”

MT: @icanbeyourjedi @sara-alonso @greeneyedblondie44 @hb8301 @alberta-sunrise @spacenerdpascal @ryleyrooroo @reader-s-cantina @nikkixostan @mindidjarin @evyiione

#The Equalizer 2 #Dave York x reader #Dave York #pedro #Pedro Pascal

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kithtaehyung · 2 years ago

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NOT ME SCREAMING INTO MY PILLOW AT 4AM BC OF 3TAN9 AAAAAH let me tell you!! the rollercoaster of emotions I went through!!!! 😭 They’ve finally talked about it I can’t believe this, what a great solution to their problems huh who would’ve said haha I totally died when Yoongi said “I want all of it” had to take a minute to compose myself, in fact I’ve taken a lot of minutes to calm down during this part 😂 you really outdid yourself and I think this about every part you put out, I think I can’t love you more but then I do 😭❤️❤️ I usually never read unfinished fics because I don’t have the patience to wait but 3tan is so damn good I couldn’t resist, I think there were only two parts out when I found it haha but most importantly I wanted to say - take your break, take care of yourself first, stay healthy!! and you have a lot a people who love what you do waiting for you ❤️❤️ sending you lots of love and kisses 💜 I guess I’ll sign myself as M✨if it’s not taken

GAHHHH M I AM SCREAMING WITH YOUUUU the rollercoaster is certainly a wild one and a ride that kept on going LMAO

they did. they finally talked and what a sight it was to see. like. they didn’t just talk about the little shit - they really laid almost everything out and that was honestly mature as hell. yoongi could’ve denied and denied and denied but.. he saw reader going all in. saying what she thought. and that’s when he felt like he should, too.

“I want all of it” i had to stop at that line, too😂 it came out of nowhere and was a super nice (and heart-stopping) surprise.

GAHH you are just way too sweet what the heck! if this outdid the other chapters then i am so relieved. tbh i was nervous about it lmao but comments like yours? instant encouragement. thank you so much for reaching out and telling me these things. and thank you for being here and giving this unfinished series a chance :’)) i know people don’t dive in until something is done, but i think the journey connected to this story is my favorite part.

your words mean a huge amount to me. seriously, thank you. i love you all too and i cannot thank you enough for staying with me and loving this series. it’s become important as hell to me, as have y’all. sending you kisses right back!

#M✨#you are too kind ty ty!#lovely people #3tan9 #3tan spoilers #asks:3tan #*ryenfictalk #mailbox💌

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youranxiousnerd · 3 years ago

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The Transformation Thoughts

bc hsmtmts said gay rights

spoilers below

yesss seb doing the recap

wait did seb just say he was crying?!?! give him a hug

cow baby!!!

wow miss jenn and seb having a civil conversation

Natalie is back!!

ej and ricky with the mask

kourtney’s outfit!!!

ashlyn’s outfit...

ahh so the awards and the show are separate, good, that’s how it works

RICKY’S SHIRT!?!?!?!

i love it

ricky is lgbt do not try to convince me otherwise

ASHLYN IS SINGING IT IS BEAUTIFUL

like pop off

ricky and the mask

that mask is the true villain in season 2

“Belle, I-” flops

Ashlyn is carrying the scene, she is such a good Belle

how is ricky allowed on stage oh my god

the cap

that damn mask

“It’s okay, it was just my face”

Miss Jenn is hanging on by a thread

finally some ashlyn and ricky content

“Which they will” buddy have you faced the music? Have you seen Ricky?

“I think I might have been playing Troy at one point”

Miss Jenn needs help from someone who isn’t a teenager

“Mother is freaking out” High school theater at it’s finest

“There is math involved”

“OH”

sassy seb

i can’t with east high’s tech crew, what are you doing?!?!

and why are the actors figuring out the tech stuff?!? i’m sure kourt, big red, ashlyn (she knows all), and seb (he lives on a farm) know what to do.

the crew cannot be that bad

btw here are my thoughts on this scene

guys it is ashlyn’s house not yours

portwell shoulder bump

ASHLYN I LOVE YOU

OH SO NOW YOU HAVE DRILLS

WHERE WERE THEY WHEN THE TECHIES STARTED USING GLUE ON PLYWOOD!?!?!?!

I WANT ANSWERS

i. cannot. with. this. show.

lily wtf

“is this too weird” yes

like why?

lily like actually shut up

big red’s “wtf”

let her be evil damnit

“i’m just not well liked here” i wonder why

that was really weird, anyways

“he gets weird around tools”

me too

no give big red the drill he knows how to use it

someone write a fic about the girls and seb’s chaotic target run

why don’t you have a blackout and dramatic music and lights for the transformation, i know it isn’t award level but if done right it can be pretty dope

“I don’t know if my parents will be okay with me being at a co-ed sleepover”

“Chip, this is your mother speaking, go call your mother”

HE DID THE FINGER GUNS

GAY TABLE SIT AND FINGER GUNS THEY DID THEIR RESEARCH

ashlyn’s bucket

CARLOS GAY TABLE SIT

OH MY GOD

they’re so gay soulmates

let big red have his skateboards

“i need to talk to seb at some point but it can wait” honey no it can’t wait seb is on the verge of a breakdown

wait they havent talked in a week

Im a hypocrite ive been dancing around someone for three years

“You’re still at school”

“I’m worried about my children” “She means us”

such a high school theater thing (like i got married during high school theater, we had a family tree)

“ah, Sebby”

“Now I’m pretty sad” give him a hug

the girls ship seblos

“But, I guess he has to be, out of default, right... there’s not a lot of choices for a boy like Carlos, here, at East.”

alright here come the tears

why...why couldn’t he say “gay” or “queer” or “lgbt”?!?!

“Not so good at saying the feelings part out loud”

shiz that hit close to home.

Seb is just making me cry today, isn’t he?

wait so we’re just going to change the subject? coming from a queer person, opening up about your problems about your sexuality is hard. like, there are things that happened years ago im just telling people.

“You’re my sister, he’s my cousin”

it seems everyone except nina knows about the chocolates. imagine gossip time when gina told people write a fic

Nini just stop talking. It wasn’t a big deal, simple mistake. Not everything has to be big and dramatic

and wasn’t she just asking about Gina and Ej?

Nini for the love of god it is not something to read into.

“The farmer type”

Ash and Red exchanging gossip

wait... why are they texting about this?

“Why wouldn’t he say something to me?” It’s a hard conversation to have. “hey are we together just because i’m your only option?”

“Okay, pretty boy” HE CALLED HIM PRETTY BOY

RICKY!!!!!!!!!!

!!!

carlos and gina chaotic siblings

give ej a hug

“Sweet boy”

im so glad the guys are talking about their feelings.

Why a sleepover? It’s more of a hangout.

“Verging on failure”

jennzara therapy

slowwww burn

you go from hand holding to fist bump

disney please release an acoustic version of “let you go”

so it’s just carlos and ricky chillin’ at big red’s house?

do not play let you go for nini

do. not.

“You guys are a hallmark movie”

for once ricky is being smart

“the look on your face when you were talking about Seb tonight” smiles

he is so whipped

“I think you and Seb have something worth fighting for...bro”

that was so sweet and then there is bro

i love this show

“Sorry, I’m adjusting to being called bro”

him and seb being awkward about feelings... that is a high school relationship

i love ricky in this scene

“Yeah, let’s just write”

ASHLYN CALLED BIG RED BABE AWWWWW

nina shut the actual hell up

“It’s in the costume shop, somewhere” mood

“Thank you, 15″ THEY SAID THE THING

GAHHHH

I LOVE IT

howie and kourtney oh my god what is happening

“and begging”

“hi” he’s so nervous oh my lord.

he is so awkward around seb

it’s like a switch

“Do you want to get risotto with me sometime” OH MY GOD THATS ADORABLE

GINA BABY HE LIKES YOU

GINA HONEY!!!

AWWW THAT WAS ADORABLE

PORTWELL YESSSS

gina’s little run

“Am I in trouble?”

they’re so nervous

oh my god its time

“You keep it all bottled up” GUYS I CANT ARGGGG

can ricky just like, go behind a curtain?

“lookin’ for our kind of love” carlos basically just said “i love you”

seb is so whipped like look at him?

they’re so in love

seb’s little eye role at “in a heartbeat, i choose you”

the hands omfg

oh my god they’re going to dance

SHIZ THE HOMECOMING SUITS

I WAS RIGHT

OH MY GOD

SHIT GUYS IM DYING

gah the hands i cant

carlos is leading i love it

the tie

a tie just killed me

im combusting

You’re honor, they’re in love

i really thought carlos was going in for a kiss he is probably getting one later

i like how the dance isn’t big, it’s small and a little awkward bc right then it’s just them.

THEYRE SO IN LOVE HOLY SHIT

damnit big red

big red is legally required to interrupt almost kiss moments especially if it’s an lgbt kiss bc we cant have two in one season

in a heartbeat is so cute. Frankie showed UP this season with the vocals. there is no way that was all acting bc they looked so in love.

I...I love it

the lyrics are perfect

In a Heartbeat and Let You Go are probably the best OG songs of the season

“Siri, add In a Heartbeat to my gay sob playlist”

these boys are just serenading each other left and right

“Yeah”

so it’s just “yeah”!?!? That’s it!?!?! Seb could have least kissed him on the cheek or did they use all their kisses?

I love the song and love the scene, but there is so much more to discuss. Are we going to brush over the fact that Seb literally had an allergic reaction and didn’t get help because he didn’t want to disappoint Carlos!?!? Are we going to brush over “no, seb” and seb feeling like he has to get carlos big things!?! One “yeah” doesn’t erase all that. I’m hoping we get closure, proper closure, not a joke.

In conclusion, only one thing was settled (Carlos loves Seb for Seb, not because he is the only out guy in school).

“Seb and Carlos suffer their first fight” effing liars

BTW it looks like they filmed the dance scene with the homecoming suits and normal outfits so disney release the footage

Ricky is the biggest Seblos shipper

“Bro”

you morons. are you using rigging without an adult there?!?!

im pretty sure that isn’t allowed. only trained people were allowed to use the rigging. it should be Natalie since she did it in HSM

you should have gotten mats are something or stand in a circle

gahhh

RICKY

OH MY FRICKING GOD

NO ONE RAN THEY JUST WATCHED WTF

WTF WAS THAT ENDING

UMMMMM NO

i legit have no words oh my god

they just killed the lead

you guys saw the rope you should have ran

you should have gotten mats or blankets or something just in case

rigging is difficult, set rigging and people rigging

EAST HIGH WTF

Looks like the sleepover is going to be in the ER

My gay heart is full but my theater heart is screaming. The episode went by really fast. I liked it, like a lot.

To answer the question, no, I am not okay @organic-guacamole and we will have a theater kid sleepover

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lacrow · 4 years ago

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Chapter 37...

...holy crap we’re already here!?

After a month long hiatus, Endo certainly brought his A-game this week! Although this chapter was a bit light on actual content, just the sheer fact that Donovan Desmond is finally in the picture now more than makes up for it. I actually debated making a breakdown for this chapter in the first place (seeing as how it was pretty straightforward), but figured I’d give it a shot anyway and throw my own two-cent’s in to what I’m sure everyone else is already talking about.

First off, the opening spread was gorgeous, but I actually like this picture of Eden better. We really get a scope for how big the campus really is, and it’s enormous. I know some people were wondering how they could possibly fit 2,500 students in one area and...well, now we know.

It was very interesting see Loid working through how to get into the meeting, if only because, for the first time, he was thoroughly vexed. Eden security is just too tight to crack, and our master spy ultimately fails to find an in. Of course that doesn’t stop him in the end, but it was nice to see that not even Loid is perfect. Despite all his skill, he’s still just one man on a mission.

Carrying on from the last chapter, Anya is still trying to get to Donovan through Damian. This time, though, we see that she’s starting to become more aware of his inner thought process. This was something we saw a hint of when they previously worked together on the griffon sculpture, but as we’ll see in just a little bit Anya has learned a lot more since then.

Briefly, we see/hear Demetrius’ voice for the first time and...he’s an asshole. At least, that’s my opinion of him coming out of this week. I’m not necessarily surprised, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping for at least somewhat of a bond between brothers. Demetrius clearly doesn’t have much patience for this little brother (though what older sibling does) and Damian isn’t very warm to him either. Knowing who their father is, though, it’s easy to conclude that their family dynamic is less than healthy. Here’s hoping we get to see Demetrius next chapter, given that Donovan attended the mixer with him.

Annnddd back to Anya. Man, I’ll be honest, I broke a little at this. Anya empathizing with Damian over whether or not their father’s actually care about them was a surprising tug at the heart strings that clearly took Loid off-guard as well. I appreciate the fact that Endo goes out of the way to make it difficult to read Loid’s actual emotions. He made it ambiguous during Yor’s tennis match with Fiona, and he’s done so here again; except this time we at least see Loid frowning. We can assume he leans more towards actually feeling for his daughter rather than just using her, or at the very least feels guilty for her hitting the nail on the head (which I doubt).

Last but not least, I have to gush about this because....GAHHHH LOID AND DAMIAN FINALLY INTERACTING GAHHHHH! You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this day (an unhealthy amount of time), and the way it happened I couldn’t have been happier! Loid laying on the hapless dad act, Damian calling him pops (lol), and Loid legitimately feeling bad for ruining Damian’s reunion with his dad all made for a really enjoyable moment for yours truly. (I want Loid to be a surrogate father-figure to Damian. Dammit, Endo, make it happen!)

So...here we are; left on one hell of a cliffhanger, there’s no telling what route Endo will take with this. All the character analysis thus far can’t tell us what kind of personality Donovan will have. He might very well be the “superboss” as Anya so eloquently put it, or Endo might throw us a curve ball and make him an insufferable goofball (I mean just look at those eyes). We also have no idea how well this first meeting might go; knowing Endo’s deadpan delivery, Donovan might very well just accept Loid’s apology and keep walking like nothing ever happened. So many possibilities and yet the only way to know for sure is to find out next week, same as always.

Also, BONUS

Anya, what does that even mean???

#spy x family #chapter 37 #spoilers

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whumpasaurus101 · 4 years ago

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Collab part 5!!!

oOOO yaaaa!!! Part 5 y'all!! Also huge huge thank you to @jordanstrophe for helping me out, letting me whump yo boy and diting!!

Gabriel and Walter belong to the most amaizing @jordanstrophe !

Pheonix Masterlist / Gabriel's masterlist

CW: Stabbing... a lot... / tbh that most of it- / Creepy whumper/

Once the half-hour had gone by, Gabriel started worrying. What could have happened?! Did Walter’s car break down- or worse, maybe he had crashed it. Oh shit! Then he’d be left with Mateo and Pheonix! No! I-

He was interrupted from his thoughts by a soft knocking on the door. Who the hell could that be? He slowly crept towards his doors, Walter’s words haunting him, “All those mean people out there, and then the manipulators! You shouldn’t trust Pheonix!” He slowly brought his eye up to the door’s peephole and flinched back as he saw Mateo’s angry face.

There was more knocking, “Abre la Puerta! Apurarse, hurry! Open up!” Gabriel was confused by the different language but he quickly opened the door. Walter wouldn't be angry at him for letting Mateo in, right? Mateo was his friend!

Gabriel was sent stumbling back as Mateo barged through the heavy door. “Jesús, took you long enough to open a fucking door!” Gabriel flinched, “I-I’m sorry.” Mateo waved his hand with a grunt as he scrolled through his phone, muttering nonsense under his breath. Gabriel opened his mouth but closed it, Mateo seemed pissed off enough.

Eventually, Mateo looked up from his phone and looked Gabriel up and down, “My boy has run off. I miss him.” Gabriel gulped, “Do you- um- do you know where Wa-Walter is? He- he said he was going to the shops to-” He was cut off from Mateo raising his hand again. It was quite infuriating being totally honest.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, he went to the shops. Listen, he’s running late and he wants me to… mind you until he returns.” Gabriel found himself slowly taking a few steps backwards until *thud* his back hit the wall. He had hoped Mateo hadn’t noticed. But boooooy had he noticed.

Mateo grinned and took a step forward, soaking in Gabriel’s fear as he tried to step further, through the wall. Mateo let out a soft chuckle, putting his hands against the wall, leaving him like a trapped animal. He leaned right in front of Gabriel’s face, “Why so scared, hm?” Gabriel could only manage a couple of shaky breaths. Mateo traced his fingers against Gabriel’s cheek, his cold metal rings sending a shiver up Gabriel’s spine, “Snake got your tongue?”

Gabriel whimpered and Mateo grabbed him by his shirt, “Enough sweet talk mi príncipe” He was dragged into Mateo and Pheonix’s room and shoved to the rough carpet. Mateo towered over him like an eagle with its prey.

Then it hit Gabriel -no, not physically hit,- Mateo couldn’t hurt him! Walter would kill him if he did! And surely Mateo wouldn’t hurt a hair on him now! He grinned. Mateo did a double-take on him, “Dame Fuerza, what the hell is so funny, huh?” Gabriel smiled, “Oh nothing, just a funny thought came into my head.” Mateo rolled his eyes and retrieved something from his back pocket.

He flicked open his switchblade with a smirk, “Guess you will have to fill in for mi amor, let’s see what he sees in you!” Mateo took his knife and slowly cut the fabric of his shirt. Gabriel looked up at Mateo with wide eyes and grabbed Mateo’s wrists without thinking. Mateo growled, “Hands off! Unless you’d rather me chop them off.” Gabriel gulped.

As Mateo continued, Gabriel squirmed. Walter was going to be angry about his shirt. He wouldn't hurt him, he couldn't- He let out a scream as Mateo plunged the knife into his shoulder.

“GAHHHH! FUCK!” Mateo chuckled, “You alright there, cariño?” Gabriel tried to shove Mateo off of him, but it was useless. It was impossible to get Mateo off of him! He couldn’t breathe, he needed space, needed air, needed some peace!

The knife was slowly dragged down Gabriel’s abdominal as he let out yells and shrieks of pain. Mateo made a hum of disapproval, “Hmm, you’re very loud, that’s alright though, I don't mind that one bit.” Just as he started dragging the knife once more, Gabriel let out a gasp, “WAIT!”

Mateo rolled his eyes and snapped, “What?” Gabriel -thankful for the break- took several breaths before blurting, “Walter! He- he’ll kill you if he finds- finds out what you have done!” That seemed to make Mateo pause. “If you stop now, he’ll just be angry! Please! Just-” Mateo was sick of his bullshit, yanked the knife from his shoulder and slapped his wound.

He let an ear-piercing scream, clutching his shoulder. Mateo sighed, “I’m getting bored anyway, let’s try something new.” Gabriel started shuffling backwards, “Please, just listen to me! Walter is going to get so angry.” Mateo backhanded him hard, “Cállate! Will you shut the fuck up about Walter for two seconds! Jesús!”

Gabriel let out a sob, he couldn’t tell who was going to get into more trouble, him or Mateo. Wow, there he was again thinking about Walter. But Walter couldn’t be mad at him! He had no choice but to let Mateo inside!

Mateo chuckled, “Dios, I don’t know why I gave you to Walt. I mean, look at you.” He rubbed his bloodied hand against Gabriel’s tear-stained cheek, making him flinch, “Wh-what do you mean?” Mateo chuckled, “Los siento, I forgot he hasn’t told you yet.” Gabriel gulped, “T-told me what?”

Mateo stood up and wiped his bloodied hands in Gabriel’s torn up t-shirt, “Your car, didn’t you find it quite strange how it just… suddenly broke down?” Gabriel gulped, “I-I mean, it was an old car but I-” Mateo chuckled, “Oh sweet naive boy.”

Gabriel’s breath started picking up and now his wounds were excruciating, “N-no.”

“Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes. That morning, while you were asleep, I fiddled with your engine.” Gabriel looked at him, eyes widened in fear, “Wh-what?” Mateo smiled and shrugged.

“Oh, you know, I just fiddled with a few wires and… ‘tweaked’ it a bit! It travelled as far as I wanted it to go and then boom, that night Walter texted me telling me that he got you. My plans never fail me, Gabriel, keep that in mind.”

Gabriel was in shock. All along -all along Gabriel had blamed Walter for his kidnapping, but it was mostly this bastard’s fault! How the hell did he know where he lived?!

Mateo -who clearly saw his fear- chuckled again, “I have my people. Up, come on, sit up on the bed!” Gabriel scrambled to his feet and walked to the bed, he looked at Mateo who nodded and he neatly sat on the edge of the bed. His back was straight and his arms were neatly folded on his lap. It was his position he sat in at the piano as he tried to recall different pieces.

Mateo smiled, “You know what I would always threaten my boy with?” Gabriel shook his head quickly, eyes glued to the room’s cream rough carpet. Mateo knelt down right in front of him, he traced his hand up Gabriel’s shin, “You see, I have a snake, a beautiful one indeed. Her name is Aurora which mean’s ‘dawn’. She and Pheonix had an… interesting greeting. Another fun thing I do is, I test his stillness.”

Gabriel looked at him. “I’d put fish oil all up along his leg. Then I’d set Aurora down on the ground, after several minutes she’d find her way up his leg. She’d slowly slither up his leg. At the start, he’d flinch at the feeling of scales against his legs. But you see, the more Pheonix moves, the more danger he puts himself in. It would get worse for him as she would travel up, and up, and up.”

He slowly trailed his hand up Gabriel’s leg. When Gabriel flinched, Mateo was brought away from his trance and laughed, “Ahem, anyway,” He drew back his hand, “Aurora then would wrap around his neck.” Gabriel took a shuddered breath, trying to relax himself, was Gabriel just experiencing the tiny amount of the Hell that Pheonix has to go through every day?

Mateo sighed, “Hmm, it's a pity Aurora’s not here at the moment. Who knows, maybe you can come over to my house one day and we’ll see if Aurora likes you or not.”

He can't hurt you, he can't hurt you, he can't hurt you, he can’t- He jumped as Mateo snapped his fingers in front of his face, “Hey idiota, did you hear me.” Gabriel nodded, “Y-yeah” “Good. Now, I'm feeling quite peckish, you hungry?”

“Y-yes.” Mateo cocked his head to the sighed, “Hmm, no manners?” Gabriel’s chest burned in anger. He swallowed down his humiliation and spoke, “Sorry, yes sir.” Mateo smiled, clicked his tongue and ruffled his hair, “Atta boy! We’ll go to the restaurant we were at last night, I heard they do a killer french toast.” He threw Gabriel one of Pheonix’s spare shirts which he put on.

Gabriel’s stomach grumbled at the thought of food. Maybe this wasn’t going to be as bad as he thought.

Oh, it was… It started off fine, they were escorted to Mateo’s stupid ‘v.i.p’ booth and were given menus. Gabriel didn’t dare look at it, he heard Mateo order Pheonix’s food for him so he decided to leave it to Mateo to do it.

After several long minutes, Mateo smiled and took off his reading glasses, gently placing them on the table he looked at Gabriel with a smile. Gabriel shifted awkwardly in his seat, he wished he could build up some confidence.

“So tell me, how long have you been playing the piano for?” Gabriel fiddled with his hand awkwardly over the table, “Well, I learned when I was young and I have been playing ever since.” Mateo smiled, “Interesting. And what’s your favourite piece?” Gabriel softly chuckle to himself as the memories came back to him

“It’s kind of basic but probably Winter from The Four Seasons or Moonlight Sonata.” Mateo nodded, “Basic but classics.” He then looked down at Gabriel's fidgeting hands and frowned. He looked around, no one. He quickly grabbed his steak knife which the restaurant always gave him and plunged it straight into Gabriel’s palm. The knife went straight through to the table. Gabriel let out a shrilled screech.

“Come on now, another thing I teach Pheonix is to never fidget. People fidget when they’re nervous. And if your nervous, the people opposite you know they can stop all over you.” Gabriel went to pull out the knife. Mateo smacked it away, “Mierda Jesús! Are you that dumb!” Gabriel looked up at him quickly with tears streaming down his face. “You never take out an object you have been stabbed with, luckily, I think they have a first aid kit here for the chefs, I’ll be back, don’t go anywhere.”

He stood up and before leaving, he leaned right down so he was whispering into Gabriel’s ear, “I wouldn’t run if I were you, Noah is guarding the door.” He then patted his shoulder roughly and left.

Gabriel let out several sobs and then just broke down. The pain. So much pain. He couldn’t take it! He missed Walter! Walter- piano- he looked back down at his hand. This wasn’t good. He flinched as a heavy first aid box was stopped right in front of him. Mateo shoved him over and sat right beside him, “Give me your arm.”

Gabriel hesitated at first, but once Mateo raised his eyebrow he quickly handed his shaking hand. Mateo studied the wound, “Hmm, easy, I learned this in scouts when I was a boy.” He then looked at Gabriel, “Oh how the times have changed.”

Without wasting any more time, he took out multiple cotton balls. He counted to three and quickly took the knife out, he pressed hard against the gash with the cotton. Gabriel let out a cry. “Hush now, you’re being so good for me, almost finished.”

After a few minutes, he took off the cotton balls and threw them into a plastic bag which he would later dispose of. He took the skin glue then and caught Gabriel looking, “It’s better not to look mi Querido! Makes the pain worse.”

Gabriel squeezed his eyes shut and looked away, hearing Mateo chuckle. Mateo poured some glue along his wound and squeezed the skin together, making Gabriel wince. He then wound a bandage tightly around his palm. “It’s not as bad as it looks, really You're just making a big deal over nothing!” Gabriel squeezed his eyes tighter as tears fell down his face.

Suddenly Mateo’s phone rang, “Jesús, este hombre, no se relajará!” he answered it with a snappy tone, “What?!”

“Mateo! How is my boy doing? I hope he’s behaving himself!” Mateo looked at the sobbing Gabriel who had curled up on himself. “Yes, he’s all good, we just are relaxing. He’s being good, but he’s missing you... A lot!” He heard Walter chuckle to himself happily, “Good, good. Well, I have your boy and we’re on the way.” Before Mateo could ask where the hell he had found him, Walter hung up.

He looked at Gabriel, “Alright, sorry mijo, looks like french toast will be a miss today! Walter will be back soon!” Gabriel perked up at that. Walter! Walter!!! Safe! No more pain!

Back at the hotel, Gabriel gazed longingly out the window. His heart fluttered when he saw Walter’s car pull up outside the hotel. He looked to Mateo who rushed to the window and sighed, “Bien, let’s go, rápido!” He was dragged out of the room and down the hotel stairs, Gabriel wanted to cry as all of his wounds rubbed against his shirt -well, Pheonix’s shirt.

Before he could restrain himself, the minute Gabriel saw Walter, for the first time, his heart jolted with relief. He ran up to him and hugged him tight, not realising that he was crying. He hugged him as tight as he could. He couldn’t even feel the pain anymore. Safe, he was safe. Never leave me again, please.

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wallgirl · 3 years ago

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The Little Nereid Part 13

Record of Ragnarok fanfiction

Poseidon x OC

Word count: 1,200

Dynamene, youngest of the 50 Nereids, has lived most of her adolescence as a servant alongside her sisters at Poseidon’s palace. But with her coming-of-age birthday and other developments, what she initially thought was just admiration of her master blossoms into something stronger and more passionate… and painful. Loving someone like Poseidon is not easy period, let alone as your first love. But Dynamene is young and naïve, and all she wants is a chance to be at the sea god’s side.

Categories and warnings: Romance, angst, unrequited love, coming-of-age, earn-your-happy-ending, slow-burn (ish); no sexual content. There will be some graphic violence in the future.

Updated regularly; will have about 20 parts total.

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"Anything?" Poseidon growled lowly at the sailfish that approached him gingerly.

"No, my lord," the sailfish squeaked. "I'm deeply sorry. There has been no sighting of her." It's fins fluttered anxiously.

"Search again. No one rests until she is found. No one."

"Of course, my lord." The sailfish jetted hastily back out into the sea.

Poseidon exhaled through his nose in frustration. It had been hours since he had received word that Dynamene had run away, and there was still no clue as to where she might have gone. He himself was checking all the spots he knew the Nereids frequented near the palace, but they had all come up empty-handed. He was running out of patience. The Nereids that had stayed behind from the trip to their family home had all scattered out into the ocean as well, searching every spot they could think of that Dynamene might have gone too. It frustrated him to think that there were places she liked to visit that he didn't know about, but he snapped at himself for this. Now isn't the time.

He surfaced quickly back at the palace's beach, ocean droplets running off his body as he strode without a break in his pace from the water onto the sand. The preliminary search was turning up empty-handed. Now it was time to look deeper for clues as to where she might be.

He walked the palace halls towards her room, boots clicking heavily. He doubted anything about her escape was premeditated, but it might hold some clue as to where she might have gone.

Once he reached her door, he paused. The door creaked open before him, as if inviting him in. He'd never stepped foot in her room before, and to do so now felt almost invasive. Preposterous, he thought to himself. This is my palace, and this room belongs to me. He entered without a second more of hesitation.

It was strange to think that in the past thousand years, he'd never been in this room.

He approached the boudoir first. There were no cosmetics or other care items on it, save for a single hairbrush and a few hair pins. Her bed was unmade, the blankets tossed hastily to one side. He could picture her the morning of their departure, rushing to get ready for the trip. It was an almost comical thought.

Taking a moment to slowly scan the room, he noticed a glimmer of something blue peeking out from under her pillow. Without hesitation, he flipped it over.

A thin blue satin box laid beneath.

He stared at it. It was the same box he had presented her the bracelet in. Had she been sleeping with it under her pillow all this time? Irrationally sentimental.

He replaced the pillow with more care than necessary.

How could he have known, all those years ago when the Nereids had first come to the palace, that something like this would happen? That the little girl who had shaken upon first introducing herself would someday look at him with unadulterated affection in her eyes instead of terror? He knew many people were drawn to the idea of being at his side. He had power in excess; something many were eager to get a taste of.

But Dynamene had no interest in or need of power. She came from a privileged family, and she led a charmed life. She was sheltered and naïve. Ulterior motives had no place in her pure, simple world. In her mind's eye, she saw him only as a figure of romance. What a sight that must be, he pondered. Trying to imagine himself through the view of an infatuated adolescent girl made his lip curl.

But as misled as her affections might be, they were genuine. She was concerned for him. She wanted to talk to him. She took every chance to catch a glimpse of him. And he had no idea how to respond to it.

No, he was lying to himself. He was already responding in his own way; giving her gifts, entertaining her attempts at conversation, and spending time with her. He was unconsciously encouraging her feelings. But why?

He thought of her wide gray eyes, and how they seemed to hold nothing but love and earnest desire when she stared at him. He'd never seen such a look in anyone else's gaze before. Not for him. It was new, and strange, and all for him. He didn't want her feelings to belong to anyone else. He wanted to matter the most to her. And at the moment, the sun rose and set over him in her eyes.

But things couldn't continue the way they were, in this strange limbo. What would her family do? After this disaster, there was no way they would approve of her staying at his palace. At least, not her sisters. Her parents might be another story. If he gave them his word that he would not harm her... Well, how could they refuse him, anyway? Dynamene already more-or-less belonged to him. The moment her parents had released her to his custody, she had become his. Any show of her still belonging to her parents' house was superficial. They had no power to go against his desires. He was Poseidon, one of the most powerful of Olympus. They were inconsequential in comparison.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he felt a faint hum of power coming from somewhere else in the room. His eyes narrowed. The sensation was faint, but insistent - it could only belong to that of an Olympian. There was something in this room that had been imbued with power by an Olympian other than himself.

He quickly honed in on the source; the tall dresser directly across from her bed. He strode to it rapidly and pulled out the bottom drawer.

Tucked in a heap of fabric was a golden pomegranate, faintly glowing with godly power. He grit his teeth, immediately recognizing the power's signature as belonging to Hera. What was an item imbued with Hera's power doing in Dynamene's room? He lifted it with one hand, examining it thoroughly. It appeared to be a blessing of some sort; she must have given it to Dynamene during her recent visit.

He swallowed hard, anger rising once again. If she had anything to do with Dynamene's disappearance, she would find herself meeting the same end as their worthless brother, relations with Zeus be damned. The pomegranate formed a faint crack on its gilded surface; he was squeezing it too tightly in his rage. He replaced it back in the dresser for now. Dynamene had chosen to keep it hidden for some reason, but why, he had no idea. Only Hera was able to answer the questions he had now, but he couldn't leave for Olympus when Dynamene was still missing. Finding her took priority; interrogations could wait until later.

Besides, he was no idiot. Why would Hera have given Dynamene, who was so enamored with him, a blessing, if not to push her into a relationship with him somehow?

He pushed his anger to the back of his mind for now. He had to find Dynamene first. He would sate his wrath later.

Pulling himself back together, he left her room. He had to return to the beach. If need be, he was going to search the whole ocean himself.

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Author’s Notes: Poseidon is such a strange guy.

You know, I was thinking... If he was perfect and completely steadfast in his beliefs, would Sasaki's taunts have gotten to him? Naw. Poseidon is just a superpowered man chasing perfection, and unable to live up to his own ideals. That's a little tragic. Of course, doesn't make him any less messed up. But determination is sexy. I wonder where those ideals came from anyway, that gods should be perfect and this and that? None of the other gods around him his whole life were perfect. Maybe just an excuse for his own superiority complex? Or is he a deeply insecure individual deep down? Gahhhh the world will never know.

#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok poseidon #poseidon #poseidon x oc #shuumatsu no valkyrie #fanfiction

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lubdubsworld · 3 years ago

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Dandelions are hard to kill.... my heart is easily annihilated by your work, your writing, your MIND, your craft Shyn so— VERY MUCH DECEASED!

I’m so EEEEEK you decided to start with Yoongi because your works with him X OC where one of the earliest ones I’d read so I was MISSING HIM! And just in general— you know when you just miss someone?? I’ve been missing Yoongi recently— so this fic 🥺 came at such a perfect time.

Second of all!! ARRANGED MARRIAGE TROPE ONESHOTS WITH THE BOYS?!! GAHHHHHH! I can’t WAIT 🤩 to see what the flowers— who they’ll tie with, how their stories will unfold and what worlds we’ll be drawn into!

Dandelions— definitely weeds and the unconventional flower I guess— and yet everyone at some point has seen a dandelion, everyone’s blown to make a wish, and everyone’s watched them flutter away with the breeze. Dandelions are a STAPLE flower in the mundane normalcy of life. So Heeseul— as the dandelion isn’t what Yoongi IMAGINED... she wasn’t someone he even planned to ever fall for, ever become dependent on, ever WANT. She was a “weed” of sorts in his life because she wasn’t Sophia— and I don’t mean this maliciously, I mean in the sense she was just ROOTED into his life and he just didn’t know what to do. AND YET... YET!! Yeeseul became his dandelion... she became his wish in every one of the flightful seeds, she became that image of wishes and hope and NORMALCY to him. She became his flower that he couldn’t do without.

Loved how Seul was a fan!! And then felt my heart be trampled when the boys were distant and cold to her; how the truth of her situation, Yoongi’s COMPULSION to be married to her, Sophia’s presence in his life— how all of it made her see them differently, how it made her draw away.

I’m GLAD she took the step to leave, that she decided that this. This is it. She was at her breaking point and even if her parents didn’t agree, she wanted to be on her own feet, standing tall and doing what she loved so I’m really glad she got out, got to do what she wanted and managed to get that reprieve her art was.

It made my heart ache and tear and weep in the best of ways when Yoongi came home FRANTICALLY searching but she’s gone— it was like a HAH 🤧 you deserve that. You deserve coming home and it being just an apartment— a space abandoned because you never let it be a home Yoongi... and then THE LETTERS!! The LETTERS! Made my heart ache in the angstiest of ways and I just— I’m a SUCKER FOR ANGST 🤧😖 so YES! They got to me... got to me just as much as they did Seul!

And also!! Yoongi might’ve not wanted to marry her, but she didn’t INITIALLY know it was him and he was simply the lesser of two evils, the more begrudgingly accepted way out because the other man was older, had been in a sense preying and WAITING till she turned legible enough for marriage or “WOMANhood” which was HURL! So her choosing him— even if it HADNT been Yoongi would’ve been because of compulsion of her own situation— and when Yoongi sees that when he sees her art and talks to her parents (he realises much BIGGER sacrifices were made on her end.. that she had to give up so much because of the stereotyped convention of an arranged marriage.) she was trying to make the best of an unideal situation.

Loved how she didn’t forgive immediately�� cos NO! And how Yoongi crossed out his first letter/note to ask for a chance to APOLOGISE first, rather than it being about making their marriage work.

And GAHHHH! The smut snippet at the end— the way she just wanted to welcome him back with a baby bump and just went *BICEP BITE* lemme get a munch on THAT muscle and just GAHH! The HUNGER for him, even though she already got pregnant 🤫 she just is INSATIABLE for him and I just— the “you’re hot” comment made me CACKLE. I had to pause to get the laughs out before continuing!

But all of it... seriously Shyn *CHEF JIN’S KISS* your writing is mind blowing and your talent always makes me starry eyed.

GAHH— just 🤩

Loved loved LOVED IT!!

Thank you for sharing this with us 🥺 and I can’t wait for what else your mind brings to SPOIL us with, all in its good time.

Take care of yourself my lovely! 🥰💜

Ahhhhh I was waiting for your ask :-* i love you and thank thank you thank you!! I struggled to keep this fic at 10K words because you know, its so hard for me to use words sparingly ...and to be honest this could easily be a hundred k fic of angst so it was honestly a huge struggle to convey all the things I wanted to in the fic....but thank you for picking up all the little nuances , all the small details and according them meaning and yes the dandelion analogy is pretty spot on too....

thank you for reading i really appreciate it!!

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The King’s Guard | Chapter 1

pairings: kim seokjin x reader; jeon jungkook x reader

series rating: R (18+) | genre: historical drama au!; king seokjin! au; established relationship! au; royalty! au!;

warnings: non-graphic mentions of an abuse by Y/N’s stepmama; mentions of death; ANGST; horny ass jinnie and y/n; groping; unprotected sex bc condoms werent invented yet; fingering; edging if ya squint; impregnation kink; voyeurism; oral m and f receiving; slight degradation; good god i have never written this much filth in my life, brb gotta go to church;

word count: 6.3k

g/n: hEY HEY HEY BACK WITH THE SMUT YALL; anywho a few disclaimers before u read this sweetie, YES, its Jung Jungkook for a reason, you’ll see soon enough ;) also,,,, there might be a few korean words thrown in there but ya know context clues or u could search them up too if u want,,,, but i’ll also be placing them at the end of this post for ya <3 P.S. this is also going to turn into a series y’aLLLL GAHHHH

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The King’s Guard | Chapter 1

It’s with Seokjin’s relentless pounding from behind you that you figure that the council meeting probably didn’t go well today. You’ve discovered that times of intimacies like these were a way to relieve himself of the stresses of being a newly pronounced king. Not that you were complaining though.

His fingers find your clit with practiced ease, rubbing at sensitive nub with great fervor. Seokjin’s punishing thrusts become slower as you both reached your highs, his cock falling limp shortly after he pulls out of you. Reaching over to the nearby table, he grabs a towel and dips it on the bowl of water, wiping away traces of his climax between your thighs. He pulls up his pants previously bunched in his ankles and arranges the rest of his durumagi, removing any possible evidence of your quick fuck.

“Council meeting went bad?” you asked, rubbing at your numbing forearms due to your husband’s forceful movements against the table he’d fucked you against. Seokjin briefly throws a sheepish look your way, guessing you have finally figured out his nasty antics of de-stressing, but his beautiful face turns serious as he once again reminded of his responsibilities as king.

“Well with Minseok’s recent death, the dried-up lands in the far east, and an uprising rebellion in the south, I can’t say the meeting went particularly…peaceful,” Seokjin heaves a sigh and rests his hands on his knees.

Minseok was a trusted royal guard, serving Seokjin’s family for nearly all his life and had perished due to an attack during a visit to the southern city. While Minseok’s death caused a great loss in the palace, his blood symbolized the initial step towards an uprising, spurring on the southern troops even further.

With your back facing him, you felt remorseful as your hand subconsciously reaches for the south’s emblem given by your father, hidden beneath the thick collar of your hanbok – a harsh reminder that you were once from the southern palace – and yet you couldn’t do anything to help your king.

It was one thing being only half royalty and another being the only heir to the throne. After multiple tries, prayer movements, and endless offerings, the real queen of the south proved to be infertile and could not bear a child for the king. In the past however, a childless monarch proved to be an advantage to those who attempted to overthrow the throne. Hence your biological father, the king, decided that he needed to have an heir at once. However, the only other lady your dad would trust with such great feat is the head court lady, your mom, who became the king’s only concubine – ergo, your coming into this world.

Your father acknowledged you as his daughter the moment he heard your first cry as a newborn, much to the queen’s repressed opposition. She knew she had no other choice but to give in to your father’s recognition, but her display of hatred for you never stopped at your birth. Your life was an endless tale of narrow escapes from her atrocities.

On the bright side, you maintained a healthy relationship with your father, he taught you how to read and write, he showed you the ins and outs of the city, gave you your first archery lesson, and even taught you a thing or two about politics and diplomacy. You were well-founded for a girl your age, considering that women in your society were only perceived to be bearers of children and raisers of the young instead of hitting sack targets on a moving horse and being deployed on diplomatic affairs.

Life was almost perfect if it weren’t for your very promising antagonist of stepmother. The rest of the palace, your father included, regarded her as your stepmother, but she never came close to being a motherly figure in your life. Quite frankly, you knew she wanted you dead even before you grew a heart – probably the only reason why she wasn’t blessed with a child. The two-headed snake deserved it.

Unfortunately, you weren’t the only victim of her cruelty. As you grew up, you knew she was bound to get worse, it didn’t come as much of a shock when you heard of her plans to murder your father and your biological mother. What you didn’t expect though that the breakfast you’d shared with your father that morning was the last time you’ll ever see him.

You fled from the palace that night, bumping into Seokjin as you exited the gates of the palace. He recognizes your face from previous council meetings and have been acquainted with each other as members of royalty, but he’s never seen you in such a state of distress. Before he could ask you why you were running away from the palace at such hour, you mounted his horse and pleaded to him to take you anywhere else but your home – your previous home.

One look at your tear-stained face was all he needed and he turned his horse around, despite questioning looks he got from his guards. He had brought you back to the capital and took you in the palace. Soon friends turned to lovers and the rest is history.

Seokjin notices your silence and he’s come up from the edge of the bed to envelop you in his arms. “A frown isn’t fitting for a queen,” he takes your chin between his fingers and turns your face towards him. “What’s wrong, love?” he asks, confused by the frown drawn upon your face.

“I just…” you start off, but when your fingers find the cold metal of the necklace, you fall silent again. Seokjin sighs as he finally catches on your despondence and gives you a tighter hug and a fleeting kiss on the forehead.

For once in a long time, you felt like it was just the two of you again alone in the room, alone in the world. Just two lovers, no treacherous stepmothers, no responsibilities, no nation to take care of. Your mind races back to the memories of you sneaking out of the palace to your agreed rendezvous or walking to your secret garden to talk about your daily endeavors. Seokjin made this cruel world more bearable and you will always be eternally grateful for that. He would always shower you with the greatest support and understanding, fully aware of what you have been deprived of during your childhood.

Seokjin on one hand feels equally thankful to have you enter his life, to have you as his wife. He had always admired your knowledge in various things and he frequently shows fondness for your wit in a very remarkable way – like that one time he had brought you to a council meeting to share your ideas (a taboo in the culture – seeing as women weren’t cut in making political decisions) and called an advisor an imbecile for suggesting a huge increase in taxes when a fourth of the city was struggling with famine. Needless to say, Seokjin found the sight of you standing up to his advisors more than arousing so he had sent everyone home at once and two minutes after everyone had left, he already had you bent over his desk, fucking you into oblivion.

Your husband leaves shortly after taking a few scrolls from the shelves before inviting you to dinner, winking as he leaves your room, telling you that he has specially requested the kitchen to cook your favorite dish for dinner tonight. You take a bath during your husband’s absence, indulging yourself in a milk bath, while the servants scrub at your back and arms. As a child, the southern palace only afforded you cold baths with the heat in the south constantly unbearable but mainly because the queen was adamant on treating you badly. She’d made sure you regularly bathe in cold ones, even worse during the winter. You couldn’t keep count of the times you had to be rescued back to life by the court ladies after nearly shivering to death.

The servants take their leave as they’ve scrubbed most of the expanse of skin you’ve exposed for them to exfoliate and you sink further into the pool, a variety of petals floating around and about as you create ripples with your hands.

“My Queen,” a court lady bows her head as she enters your chambers. “The King requests your presence for the inauguration of the new king’s guards,” she informs, not meeting your eyes as you wear your undergarments. You give her a hum of approval and wait for the servants to finish braiding your hair so you could accompany your husband during the ceremony.

You can feel the pebbles under your shoes move with the steady beat of the drums. The inauguration was supposed to be held a few more months later but because of the death of Minseok, the ceremony had to be moved to an earlier date. You were about to turn the corner when the someone in torn, ragged clothes ran in front of you, your guards ushering you backwards to protection. With two watchmen already following the man, two from your group follow to see what the scurry is all about.

The remaining guards that are with you lead you towards the field quickly to evade any further commotion. When you reach where Seokjin is situated, he acknowledges you briefly, worry swimming in his eyes. You place a comforting hand on his to assure him that there is nothing to be worried about. Once you have settled in your seat, a guard comes up to Seokjin’s side and the drums stop. “Your Royal Highnesses, King Seokjin and the Queen.” Your husband raises a hand to acknowledge the crowd surrounding the field, all present to witness the ceremony.

“Let the inauguration of the new royal guards begin.”

The drums fall into a steady rhythm once again, men clad in red and white silk uniforms pile in groups of twenty. Applause falls within the crowd, hands busy clapping for the newly inducted protectors of the palace. You see a few girls displaying themselves by the corner where the guards enter the field. They mask their flirtatious looks under the guise of modesty, covering their powdered faces with fans while sending coquettish looks to the guards.

Seokjin lets out a chuckle when he follows your line of vision and you reply deftly “I don’t blame them. I’d definitely do the same when you’re in your uniform.” You try your best not to wink at your husband especially at a public gathering like this, but your witty effort to get him to stop judging you has proved to be effective. You know he is most likely going to punish you about this tonight and the idea already has you squirming in your seat.

“My King, may I present to you the new captain of the royal guards, Jung Jungkook of the east.” A man from the first row steps forward. “My King, my Queen.” He acknowledges your presence, bowing from the waist. Jung Jungkook drops to the ground, his weight resting on one leg. He draws his sword, plunges it to the ground – the sound of metal slicing through the soil ringing throughout the field. “I am Jung Jungkook from the Jung clan of the east. My father has served the royal family for many years and has perished terribly during the attack of the South. I am here to restore the honor to my family by serving your highness, to serve the capital, and to avenge my late father.” His head is hung low, yet he is breathing heavily, the weight of his emotions too heavy on his shoulders.

Seokjin leans forward, “Your father has fought well and there is no greater honor than to die for the safety of your countrymen. I am glad he has a son to continue the legacy of your family. Stand, Jung Jungkook, for I know your father’s soul is now at peace.” The man complies and speaks, “Long live King Seokjin, long live the capital!” The rest of the two hundred men follow suit. The citizens join in on the cheering but your eyes linger on the new captain and the faded scar on his left cheek.

The turmoil in the south has worsened during the past few weeks. You rarely see your husband nowadays, constantly trapped for hours on end inside the four walls of his office. You can feel the pressure of being the king taking its toll on him. The servants tell you that he barely touches his food and that your husband also always comes in late at night and leaves early at dawn to work. It’s bringing you great worry that Seokjin couldn’t properly take care of himself nowadays.

Your attempts to aide him during these stressful times prove to be futile, especially with his damned advisors who keep on barring you from entering his office or attending the council meetings. It is believed anyways that the queen only tends to matters of the royal household and that women have no right to give counsel. Unfortunately for them, you are no ordinary queen nor are you just a queen. You are also the wife of your beloved husband and a handful of stubborn councilmen has never stopped you before.

While the royal advisors are busy wasting too much time on a singular issue, you went out on your own to witness the effects of the famine of the east. Most of the crops that were delivered throughout the country was produced in the east because of their healthy soil and the waters surrounding the city. When a month has passed and there were still no signs of rain in the east, you know this was going to cause a huge problem and eventually another predicament for Seokjin. You had lived long enough in the onerous south to witness problems like this turn into bigger ones.

You have made arrangements to visit the city and so far, your plan going smoothly as planned. You manage to sneak out of the royal seamstress’ room after paying her a decent amount of silver coins for a commoner’s dress. It’s getting late and your husband will be returning to your room soon so you trudge back a little faster just to make it in time. When you reach the back door to your room, you see two guards lounging stand up abruptly at your presence. “M-my q-queen,” he bows, not meeting your eyes. “It’s alright. Just don’t tell anybody.”

Seokjin enters the room just when you’re stood in front of the mirror, hands removing the pins from your head. He slides the wooden door gently and sends you a small smile through the reflection on your mirror. “Why don’t I help you with that?” You gently decline his offer, not wanting to bother your exhausted king with any more chores. It’s unfair how he is still impeccably handsome even with the weariness evident on his face. Seokjin still insists though, claiming that a king’s functions should not be an excuse to escape those of a husband’s. “And besides, I ought to know how to do this if we’ll have a daughter in the future.” The statement was supposed to be a genuine shot at what the future might hold but your body’s treacherous response is far from the innocence of Seokjin’s statement.

Just the thought of it has heat pooling in your abdomen. You haven’t had enough time in your hands to spend time to think about things like that, Seokjin being a newly-crowned king, more so as a newly-wedded couple.

Your husband notices the deep breath you take, his eyes slowly getting darker by the second. He takes the last golden pin from your braids, letting your hair fall into loose waves. You feel relieved when the strain on your scalp melts away in seconds – something that you should’ve been used to by now, considering that you have been royalty all your life, but nothing beats that fresh wave of relief when you free your hair from all the pins and ribbons. That’s why when Seokjin cards his fingers through your locks, you feel the rising of the small hairs at the back of your neck, such mundane action bordering on sensual.

He does this a few more times in silence, just combing through your hair gently, deeming that seeing you fall into such comfort like this is enough for him. His chaste intentions though are all thrown aside when you lean against him, your undone hanbok falls from your shoulder, exposing the skin there in all its glory. Your husband takes all your hair and transfers it on your left shoulder and you tilt your head to the same side, giving him space where he could pepper all his kisses on.

He murmurs sweet nothings against your skin while sending fleeting kisses from your ear’s helix, to your cheek, you jawline then down to your shoulders. “Little you and me running around…” he murmurs while pushing the rest of your hanbok off your body. It doesn’t take much effort, the silken cloth sliding down easily and now you’re just left in your undergarments.

“Would you like that, my queen?” Seokjin asks, fingers thumbing the ribbon that’s keeping together the last layer of clothing you have on. It takes only one breathy ‘yes’ from you and the cloth covering your intimacies falls altogether, leaving no trace of modesty.

He cups both breasts in each palm, squeezing and kneading the flesh. Your nipples are firm, already hardened by the worshipping kisses he places all over. He trails a finger along your jaw, turning your face toward him. His lips meet yours, plump lips pressing gently against your own. When you figure he’s about to pull away, he grips your ass and you gasp, pushing his tongue into your mouth.

You moan into the kiss, your heart thudding hard against your ribcage. It’s been too long since you had seen your husband so… sensual. Usually, you’re both in a rush with the sole intent of getting some release but tonight, it seems as if Seokjin is determined to take his time in claiming all of you in the most intimate of ways, slowly but surely like it’s the last night of his life.

Seokjin savors every moan, every whimper as his deft fingers roam your body. He loves every curve and dip; how soft and taut it is at the same time. The milk baths you’ve always indulged in and your younger days of archery and horse riding had definitely done you good. He tries to etch them all into his memory though he knows flashes of images of you in his brain could never give justice to the reality of having you in his arms.

His fingers reach your cunt and he cups it, making you lean further against him for support. You feel the fine sheen of sweat of his torso on his back and for a moment you wonder how he’s managed to take his to take his top off without taking a hand off you. He pulls you away from your thoughts when he tugs you closer to him, shamelessly grinding his erection against your ass. He finds your clit easily through memory, rubbing the sensitive nub, fingers moving slowly in circular motions.

“S-seokjin please,” you beg, knowing you’re nearly there but still so far away, far too greedy to orgasm on clitoral stimulation alone. You needed him inside you. Now. “Speak up, my love,” he orders, shallowly dipping a finger in your cunt and withdrawing it just as quick. “Please. Y-you. Need y- “You’re rendered breathless by his teasing, your hand traveling to tug at his hair. “You want me to put a baby in you, hmm?” He finally pushes a finger in. “You’d love that don’t you? Having to carry the next heir to the throne inside you?” Another finger breaches you, Seokjin chuckling when you let out a loud gasp.

He nips at the shell of your ear, reminding you of the presence of the guards outside in a low whisper. Your hand instantly moves to cover your mouth but Seokjin grabs you by the wrists. “Who told you to cover your mouth, hmm? We both know you want the whole palace to hear how filthy their queen is.” Seokjin must admit, the whole idea is just as pleasing to him as it is to you. You were practically squelching when his fingers quicken the pace, your orgasm coming to you at breakneck speed. The feeling of his fingers toying with your cunt too much for you to handle that you are unable to stop your lover’s name fall like a prayer on your lips. Your whole body trembles in his grip, legs threatening to give in. A whimper escapes you when he pulls his fingers out, sending him a glare through the mirror. You were so, so close.

“My love, as much as I enjoy seeing you wrecked under my touch through the mirror, we have to take this to the bed.” He gives you a chaste kiss on the cheek and tugs at your arm, but you stand your ground. You wag a finger at him, ‘tsk’-ing at his impatience. Not until he’d have a taste of his own medicine.

You let your finger trail along his torso, tracing the outlines of his abdominals. Imitating your husband’s earlier torturous ministrations, you take your time with him, reveling in how much you’ve affected him – how his breathing is getting more labored by the second. You run a finger along the length of his shaft still covered by his pants. He’s already hard, you reckon, feeling it slightly twitch under your touch.

Slowly, you lower down on your knees, tugging his pants down along with your descent. The sight of his cock makes you wet your lips, too eager to please. “My love, you don’t have to,” his hands hover yours that are resting on his hips. It’s not that he didn’t want your mouth on his cock but he just wanted to drawl out this evening for as long as he could. Frankly, he couldn’t afford to release in your mouth without having felt your velvety walls first.

“I want to.” Not wanting to wait any longer, you tentatively place a kiss on the bulbous head, making Seokjin gasp at the contact. You get bolder, gathering some of the precum that has gathered on the tip spreading it along his length your tongue. Using the armrests as leverage, you straighten your back and finally take him in your mouth. Seokjin deems he’ll never get used to this feeling. You vaguely hear him groan above you, but you’re far too busy pushing his shaft farther inside.

You briefly gaze at him through your eyelashes. It’s unfair, you reckon, that even when your lamps cast this golden glow to only one side of his face, he’s just as ethereal as under the light of day. You take him in your mouth as far as you can. When Seokjin throws his head back in pleasure with his wonderfully thick neck on display only for you to see, it ignites a carnal desire in you, so you push yourself further. When he finally hits the back of your throat, you swallow and your husband chokes on air, his knuckles turning white as he grips onto the armrests.

It’s an arduous task, having to try and take control of your breathing as you pleasure your husband. You move up then down slowly until you find a steady rhythm. You feel your eyes water with the pace until his chest starts heaving and you know he’s nearing his climax. “N-no. P-please,” your husband pleads, each word brokenly spoken. Tugging at your hair slightly, he pries you off his mouth, releasing a sigh of relief when you take your mouth off him.

“Bed now.” With your knees still sore from kneeling too long, it takes you some time to get up. Impatiently, the moment you get one of your knees off the ground he hooks his arm below them and lifts you off the ground, carrying you bridal style. “Stop trying to stall.” Seokjin huffs, his lips forming a pout. You giggle at his cuteness, of course even at a time like this, he manages to make you smile like a kid with candy.

He lays you gently on the bed, your hair fanning out on the pillows. He caresses your face with the pads of his fingers and you find yourself leaning against his touch. “My queen,” he sighs, “Your beauty is unrivaled. Truly.” Your lips meet when he closes the distance between the two of you. He stays like that for a moment, his swollen lips placed on top of yours until he swipes his tongue against your bottom lip. You fervently kiss each other, feeling yourself slowly getting lost in the kiss. When he pulls away, your eyes pry open again only to see your husband’s teary ones.

“Seokjin-ie, are you okay? What’s the matter?” He shakes his head, replying, “You’re just so beautiful. I’m the luckiest man alive to have you as my wife.” Your face crumples at his words and you give him another kiss. “How could you possibly think that when so many other women who vying for my position right now? Both literally and figuratively. You’re glad when you get a chuckle out of Seokjin. “As much as I want to argue about who’s the luckier one, I have a more pressing problem. And it’s getting really painful, so please…” His lips close in on one of your breasts, your hand flying up to pull at his hair.

Once again, you’re a moaning mess beneath Seokjin. You’re whining, begging for more than the assault he’s doing on your breasts. He doesn’t waste time in complying with your whims, your legs spreading apart when he shifts his position above you. He braces himself on one arm and you hiss as he swipes against your folds, taking some of the wetness on his palm and rubbing it onto his cock. When he pushes slowly against your entrance, you whimper as he gradually sinks into you. Gods, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to this, to him.

When he’s fully sank into you to the hilt, he pauses, knowing that you’ll need a moment for the pain to subside into pleasure. Seokjin places kisses your shoulders as he waits for you to adjust to the feeling. You push your hips up, encouraging him to move. Dragging his cock out slowly, he pushes back down just as languidly. “Jin, please,” you beseech, goading him to go faster. The moment the word escapes your lips, Seokjin begins pounding into you relentlessly. He hastily places a pillow under your hips to angle yours better. The next thrust he gets in has you mewling, each stroke easily rubbing up against your g-spot.

Your thighs begin quivering, every fiber of your body ablaze with each plunge of your husband’s hips. Seokjin feels your impending orgasm with your cunt beginning to pulsate against his cock, and he moves one of his hands between your thighs and starts to toy vigorously with your clit.

“Fuck!” you scream, fisting the sheets that now haphazardly dangling from the bed. Your high hits you so strong, your pussy tightening, clamping around Seokjin. His thrusts begin to stutter as you continue to milk his cock. With one final push, Seokjin cums, releasing ropes of cum inside you. He stays on top of you for a moment, too exhausted and worn out to move an inch. Also, because he wishes that this time it finally gets you pregnant, that your earlier inclination to the idea of having a baby inside you is as enthralling as it is to him.

Seokjin finally pulls out of you with a small grunt, elbows that have been holding up his weight finally give in, breathing heavily as he falls to your side.

He hadn’t meant to stay this long.

In fact, when he heard the first moan that fell from your lips, he had sent the rest of the guards to go on patrol to give you and your husband the much-needed privacy. He had intended to keep lookout from the front of the hanok. With one more corridor to clear out before leaving, he took his steps with caution, knowing that this passage was the one next to your room. The palace’s wooden walls will never be thick enough to hide the sounds of pleasure. His ears are already ringing with the faint sound of your moans but there was one section where the sweet sound was most audible. The door to your room was slightly open, the light from your lamps passing through the narrow slit.

He tries to push away the temptation, reminding himself that he has other duties to attend to… right?

Surely, the rebellious troops would have been subdued before they reach the palace…right?

Ultimately, he can’t leave with you sounding so desperate and broken…right?

He knew his resolve was breaking with every step he took nearer towards the thin beam of light. He takes the final step with bated breath, wincing when the wood creaks under his weight. He lets out a shaky exhale when he finally peeks through the crevice. Your bed is situated right across from where he’s watching – the whole scene like a live show from a festival. He knows this is wrong, that what happens inside the four walls of your chambers is none of his business but when he sees the king flip you and take you from behind, his lips part, suddenly out of breath like he’s the one pounding into you.

The voyeur continues to watch the whole spectacle with an unrelenting gaze. He watches the unsuspecting royals get lost in their own world while he lingers in perverse amusement. The strain in his silk pants is getting painful, uncomfortable too when the tip of his cock brushes against the wet patch on the cloth. He reproaches himself for his lack of manners tonight but if this mischief shall reward him with a release later on, then he shall remain here, unperturbed.

Moments later Seokjin’s hips stutter and he feels his own hands lose rhythm as well. Your loud moans fill the room as you reach your high, your husband following. His hand moves faster than before, white spurts of cum coating his hand not long after. He shivers when he pulls his pants back up, the silk proving to be too much for the sensitive tip of his cock. When his eyes revert back to the crevice, he sees Seokjin trace patterns on your back while the both of you murmur softly in each other’s arms. Your husband gives you a chaste kiss, lips closing in on the shell on your ear as he whispers something that makes you giggle. He takes this as his cue to leave, hoping that no other guard has lingered around long enough to see him leave the house.

Fortunately, no one sees the dazed captain walk out of the hanok in the middle of the night.

You are momentarily awakened from a fleeting kiss placed on your cheek, the back of your hands rubbing at your drooping eyelids. Body still sore from your activities last night, you blindly reach out for the blue cloak in front of you as you call out your husband’s name. “I hadn’t meant to wake you from your slumber, my love. Go back to sleep.” He strokes your hair gently while humming a soft melody to lull you back to your slumber.

There’s an ache on his chest when he watches sleep take over you once more, soft snores escaping your lips. Seokjin wonders if he would get to see you this peaceful one more time. You shift in your sleep, the blanket revealing purplish marks littered across your chest. Normally, this would’ve sent all his blood pumping south but with the emotion weighing on his shoulders, all he’s thinking about is engraving your beauty into his memory.

The present disposition in his hands had monopolized his time and because of this he knew he had been neglecting you these past few weeks. He wasn’t able to check up on you, ask how your day went, or even join supper, hence your intimacies last night. Although your husband knew that after all these years together, you were never one to demand affection because you were well aware of his duties as ruler of a nation. Funnily enough, it was he who yearned for that most of time, while you would remind him of his obligations with a chortling intonation.

Usually, you would push him away when he tries to lavish you with kisses even with the guards and court ladies present, but he knew deep inside that you secretly enjoyed them, cheeks turning a rosy red every time he teases you about it. Albeit being born into royalty, you were treated like a slave by your own step-mother so Seokjin knew it would have taken some time before he had successfully lured you out of your shell. And he knew he had forever to show you the love that you were deprived of. Or did he now?

He recalls the time you had both met in your secret rendezvous. It was a garden exhibiting the most gorgeous fusion of pink and green, cultivated to perfection by Seokjin himself and of course with the help of a few chosen gardeners. Included in the garden was a narrow passage with water directly flowing from the Gaeun River. The secluded site was a testament to Seokjin’s love for the color pink. Flowers of all shades of blush are scattered among the lush green grass, from Azaleas to Carnations to Peonies. ‘Most are from foreign lands’ he informs, carefully plucking out a flower and handing one to you. A blush instantly colors your cheeks at this and Seokjin finds it most endearing, unable to resist teasing you. “You seem to blend in just fine with my flowers,” he observes, poking your cheeks, “but you stand out the most.”

Amongst the rosy hued shrubs and mossy rocks, on a small slope stood a singular cherry blossom tree - your most favorite feature of all. Cherry blossoms had always been known to symbolize the transience of life and rebirth. True to your ancestors’ beliefs, this special tree was tangible proof of the metaphor. The tree had witnessed quite a number of your most cherished moments in life. This was where Seokjin brought you when you broke down into tears after escaping the southern palace, this was where he first pecked you on the cheek, and this same tree witnessed Seokjin’s humble request for your hand in marriage.

Regret weighs heavily on him. You were the only constant reality he had in this capricious life. You had been nothing but perfect, always by his side no matter what. Having to bid his farewell like this broke his heart but if he properly did so, it would probably break his heart all the more. Your husband had already made up his mind – he is to leave for the South before the dawn breaks.

Seokjin was hanging onto that small sliver of hope that a discussion on the dilemma may change their minds. The situation in the southern city had inevitably worsened but he had to try. He could be very persuasive if he wanted to, sure, but you always knew it wouldn’t work. Not by a long shot. You made sure to remind him of that fact. That’s why you never supported the idea of visiting the city especially at a time of agitation like this. The southerners are men honed by war and they are not called the nation’s keepers for nothing. They are willing to sacrifice lives rather than heed diplomacy. It had proved beneficial in the past when foreigners wanted to colonize your country, but with a turmoil conceived by its own countrymen, these people are all the more fueled to fight for what they believe in.

Then again, this was his decision. He had to try. He was willing to risk everything for his nation, even if it meant that this might be the last time he’ll be seeing your face. He wanted to be selfish, just this once, to give in to the matters of the heart, but he knew he couldn’t. If he did, then all his parent’s teachings would have been for nothing. Being born into royalty couldn’t have meant anything. Being the king then would lose its meaning.

With tears brimming at the corner of his eyes, he retrieves a scroll, his brush, and an ink block. ‘This all seems unreal’, Seokjin reels. He only takes out the three when he’s making a new proclamation or with pronouncements usually related to the duties of a king. You two could only stay apart for so long and at the end of the day you’d always find yourselves each other’s arms. Not once did he imagine having to write you a letter, let alone one bidding you farewell.

Patches of tears soften different spots on the previously coarse scroll. With dawn fast approaching, Seokjin ends his letter with a lingering kiss on the paper. He retrieves a flower that he’s plucked from the garden and places it together with the scroll he’s left on the bedside table. Seokjin kisses you on the cheek one last time, “Goodbye, my queen.”

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“Astor!” Zelda yelled at the hooded figure. She saw his head flinch.

“Listen, I want...” She paused to assess her words. “We can help each other, alright? We don’t have to be enemies in this, no matter what anyone else may say. So—”

The man suddenly dashed towards her, and Mallory attempted to hold her shard in front of her body. But the figure was too fast.

He unsheathed a brilliant, shining rapier, concealed by his cloak on his waist. He shoved her against one of the houses, and held the tip against her neck, pinning his forearm to her chest.

His hood fell down, revealing dark skin, black dreadlocks fading at the ends to a basil green, and a sea green eye, the left one covered by a leather patch.

Zelda looked him up and down, as she squirmed a bit against his arm. “You’re not Astor...”

“Not quite” The boy replied. Boy? Young man? His exact age was hard to tell. He looked older than her at least, maybe Purah’s age.

“My...apologies, I’m—” Mallory was cut off by the rapier moving closer to her neck.

“I accept your apology, Your Majesty. Mistakes happen. Would be unchivalrous to hold such little things against you. We all make mistakes and should be free to learn from them.” His studied her up and down. “But I can’t but feel concerned by the fact that the newly self made Queen wishes to side with a dangerous, dark magical seer. If you would be so kind as to drop that piece of pottery in your hand to answer a question or two, that would be wonderful.”

Zelda glared at him, but followed and dropped sharp beside her. “It’s not like that.”

She paused, expecting him to cut in with some retort. But he just looked at her, patient and waiting for her explanation. He raised his eyebrows.

“Oh! Of course. How rude of me. You’ve complied, so you’re not a threat. No need for all this.” He unpinned her from the wall, and twirled his rapier with practiced showmanship, and sheathed it once more by his waist. The scabbard was a polished silver color, laced with luminescent greens and thin blue lines. A stark contrast to his dirtied tan tunic and dark pants and boots. As his deep purple cloak fluttered with the motions of the blade, Zelda caught a glimpse several large, ovular objects stacked on his tattered leather belt. But the cloak settled back on his back before she could identify them.

The boy put an arm behind his back, and fluttered his other arm in a circle as he gestured for Zelda to continue. “Please, go on, Your Majesty. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to leave a bad impression upon a humble subject such as I.”

Mallory was unsure of how to handle this situation. She could probably run, but she didn’t trust how abnormally fast the boy was, and he certainly was skilled with that rapier. He seemed genuinely polite, but it was still...odd, given the circumstances.

“I...don’t want to hurt anyone.”

“Something we have in common!”

“But if I don’t hurt these people, other people might get hurt, or worse.”

“Ah...yes, that does seem to be a common dilemma for royalty...”

“And Astor is...He’s pretty much the last person I have who knows—” She shook her head. “And even my own allies are accusing ME of being no better than them! Me! It’s preposterous, all of this, isn’t it?!”

He tilted his head to the side and just stared at her, raising an eyebrow. He considered her words for a moment, before shrugging. “I’m afraid I cannot quite understand your circumstances, Queen Mallory.”

She clicked her tongue and crossed her arms. “That’s right, nobody does. Nobody truly understands what pain I’ve been through my whole life, and now that I’ve actually started to care about myself, I’m being made the villain for it.” She rapper her fingers on her arm. “I mean, it’s really only Impa so far, but she’s the most blunt and hard headed out of everyone! Perhaps the others think little of me too! I bet they’re just waiting for the opportunity to tell me how much I suck, just waiting for my next slip up. I’m the only one in this kingdom with her head on straight and Mr. Astor—”

“I will say, in my humble opinion, killing the Prophet of Doom and his accomplices would be generally beneficial for the public. The populous that you now directly oversee, that is.”

Zelda snapped her head towards him, only to find him grinning a toothy grin with brandished confidence. She scoffed, starting to march off.

“Sorry again,” she muttered.

“Well now hold on, Your Majesty, I only wanted—”

A sudden burst of air blew into the alley way, and Zelda hugged the wall and closed her eyes. The boy beside her gripping the pommel of his blade, while blocking both of their faces by holding up the end his purple cloak, dirt and dust sweeping up past their heads.

The winds died as quick as it came. Zelda blinked away dust and moved out from behind his cloak, peering up past the alleyway.

On the roof of the house by the waterfalls was Lady Jou battling a half maliced Revali. She watched him strike an arrow of malice into her stomach, and the impact sent her crumpling towards the ground.

As Revali flew alone above the rooftop, another figure suddenly descended from the towering waterfall, an astrolabe floating in his palm. She couldn’t tell what was happening from this distance, but she watched him say something to Revali, before he flew down somewhere below.

Astor followed after him.

“Oh gods—!” She started running.

“It was pleasant talking with you, Your Majesty!” The boy behind her called out. “I wish you the best of luck! I do not envy the position of the rich and royal one bit!”

As she left, the boy hummed to himself as he continued scouring the empty houses.

“What an interesting character, she is...”

Zelda could feel the adrenaline pumping through her blood. She charged through the courtyard in front of the wooden steps, to find Hylian soldiers running about. They must have been Jou’s escort.

One of the soldiers turn and caught Zelda’s eye.

“Look!” He shouted. “It’s the princess! Grab her!”

As Mallory ran, the other soldiers suddenly became aware of her presence and started chasing after her. She dove under the arms of one guard, and sped past two others who comically ran into each other. However, their numbers continued to surround her.

She felt an sharp pain on her scalp and yelped as someone pulled her ponytail.

“I got her!” A soldier yelled, trying to wrangle her arms back. “I got the kid! Let’s—GAHHHH!”

The grip around her ponytail suddenly loosened, and Mallory toppled to her knees on the ground. She scrambled away as she spotted another soldier going to grab her. But suddenly, he was thrust through a window with a shot of malice.

Mallory snapped her head towards the attack’s source, and locked eyes with him.

Astor lowered himself to the ground.

He wasn’t looking at her, instead his eyes were narrowed with a quiet anger. He was staring somewhere beyond Zelda as he lifted his arm up.

A geyser of malice suddenly erupted beside Mallory, and she looked to find a soldier has crept beside her, sword raised as he attempted to stab at the loose flap of her blouse to pin her. His momentum would never strike the ground as he was thrown upwards by the geyser, screaming all the way, before collapsing into a pile of wooden crates.

“Princess.” Astor said, simply. “Your escorts are doing their jobs wonderfully, it seems.”

The Queen stared him, unsure whether to respond with gratitude or anger.

As the geyser behind he dwindled away, Zelda felt some specks fly onto her wrist. She held up her hand to her face as she observed it. It glistened like onyx, bits of magenta speckled in it like stars.

Mipha had described the feeling of malice to be toxically sweet, like a sugar rush that gave you an eroding stomachache. Revali has agreed with Mipha’s description, but had added on that it was less a feeling of sweet sugar, and more like a warm fire, slowly caressing your body and building in temperature until it boiled you.

But to her, the malice’s sensation...

It felt no different than what she had already been feeling.

“Don’t play with that.” Astor suddenly snapped. “You know better than to meddle with the same substance that—”

“Yes! I do know better, thank you very much!” Mallory stood on her feet. “Don’t play with malice. Says the one with the damn mobile toy!” She angrily gestured to the astrolabe floating above his palm.

The seer frowned. “This is a complex device crafted by Calamity Ganon.”

“Well tell his concept designer to make something that looks a bit more evil, rather than a play thing I could see hanging above my crib.” She tapped her foot angrily and she tried to think of where to steer the conversation.

But there was just silence as they observed each other.

Mallory sighed. “We don’t have to be—”

“I want to make something very clear, Princess.” Astor cut in. “You and I know that I am not going to kill you...”

He narrowed his eyes. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t harm your friends. If you, or anyone else, stands in my way, I will not hesitate.”

The way he was staring at her, Zelda got the strange sensation that he was trying to convince someone else beyond her.

“I won’t pretend I’m being selfless about this. This is mostly for my sake, I will admit.” He adjusted his sleeves as his astrolabe pulsed with a new soft glow.

“But if you don’t like my methods, you’re going to have to stop me by force, Zelda. That’s the only way you’re going to stop me.”

A blur of black and blue shot above in the sky above Astor. He looked up, and started to float once more. He looked at Mallory, before heading after Revali.

“A part of me hope you do.”

Zelda clenched her hands into fists.

Idiot. Damn stupid, stubborn idiots. Everyone...

A drop of malice on her wrist fell to the grass.

#???#Assivus Hartell #hku spoilers #The life of the party and then death

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