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until i see you again // ksj

summary - prince seokjin of philos is chosing his bride at his 25th birthday ball and you want to be anywhere but there. unfortunately you’re expected to go as a friend of the king and to escort your younger sister there; to see if she has a chance to win the prince’s heart. unbeknowst to you all, the prince’s eyes are already set upon someone

pairing - prince!seokjin x duke!reader

genre - fluff, angst; royalty au, childhood friends to lovers au,

word count - 9.1k

warnings - historical inaccuracies, reader being an idiot, kissing, implied/referenced homophobia (it’s very slight, won’t even notice it if you squint), sad ending, star crossed lovers, miscommunication but it’s in the worst way possible

author’s note - sorry not sorry for making sad gay stuff oops; clast is part of the title, not yn’s actual family name. additionally, i put in a hint to new fic in here 👀 also @jinpanman since u asked to be tagged 💕 here u go

The stars had always fascinated you since you were a young lad; the shapes they made and the stories behind them, the way they always shifted in the night sky. While the view from your bedroom window at the castle was great, it could never show the full wonderful picture that was the night sky. Hence why you were now laying in the palace garden and staring up into the vastness before you, your arms folded behind your head.

“Y/N.” A familiar voice startled you into sitting up, only to see the silhouette of the Crown Prince Seokjin standing a few feet behind you. You were surprised to see him outside, but it wasn’t necessarily a shock seeing as your current place of residence was his home, the Castle of Philos. Your father, the Duke of Clast, was a close friend of the King, thus meaning he was invited to a lot of formal events. The Castle Philos was practically a second home to you, making it’s prince a close friend of yours.

Of course your friendship was by no mere accident. It was by the design of both of your fathers’, wanting their allegiance to hold strong even with the new generation. Neither of you seemed to mind though, you both seemed to get along great with one another. But as the two of you grew up from boys and slowly approached manhood, you felt something else grow deep within your chest each time you saw the prince.

“Seokjin, you scared me!” You whisper shouted at him as sat himself next to you on the grass. “What are you doing out here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he retorted. “I saw you from the window, thought I might join you.” Your cheeks burned at his response as you watched him lay back on the grass, assuming the same position you had only moments ago.

The sight of the young prince was something to behold as he lounged on the lawn, being at only 18 years old he was already picture perfect for everything a prince should be: honorable, intelligent, merciful. One quality you had heard whispered amongst the court ladies was how handsome he was, something not even you could deny. His dark eyes emulated the night sky, reflecting the stars up above. The soft angle of his jaw paired with the dark hair that fell over his forehead framed his face beautifully. Then there was his lips, they looked soft and pillowy; and you wanted nothing more than to feel them for yourself-

“Are you going to lay down or continue to sit there and stare?” He questioned you, raising a sculpted brow at you.

The burn extended past your cheeks to the tips of your ears. You laid down beside him, hoping the cool grass could possibly lower your growing temperature. You laid there, stiff next to him as your gaze locked back onto the sky. Neither of you said a word as the stars twinkled like diamonds above you. You heard the prince shift in his position, now resting on his elbow and staring down at you.

“You’re thinking.”

“How would you know?” You scoffed at his (correct) assumption of your silence. While your voice remained steady, your head was reeling at his closeness. If he came any closer, he could’ve heard your heart thumping away against your chest.

“You forget Y/N, I know you better than you know yourself.” He gave you a sly wink before he slipped back to lay his head back down. “Just relax, whatever it is you’re thinking, I’m sure it’s nothing.”

You open your mouth to protest but a loud booming voice of your name echoed in your ears.

“Y/N. . .Y/N. . . Wake up!” The voice of your younger sister bleeding through as you jolted awake. “Coachman said we’re nearly there.” Through bleary eyes, you glanced about your surroundings. Seated across from you was your sister, Jia, who stared at you as you blinked away the sleep from your eyes. You turned your head to the window, watching as the green countryside slowly began to turn into the village outside the castle.

“How long was I out?” You inquired as you moved to sit up properly.

“A few hours,” she responded with a shrug. “Did you have a nice dream?”

“How would you know I was dreaming?” You asked her, still fatigued from the unplanned nap.

“You were smiling.”

Your heart stung at her words; the question was innocent enough, but a reminder of the hurt you’ve felt since that night. You almost didn’t want to answer her original question, but the eager look on her face had you sighing. No way in hell would she go without an answer. Keeping a neutral face, you replied. “It was a pleasant dream.” That was all you said. There was a slight twinge of disappointment, but she took the answer nonetheless.

Letting out a sigh, you leaned back against the wall of the carriage, thinking back on the dream. It had been almost 7 years since that night with the prince. That was the last, what one might call, intimate moment with him. Because since that night, you had both been bombarded with your respective duties; him as prince and you as a duke to be. Surely you had seen him between then and now, but those moments were brief and far inbetween. In fact the last time you saw him was at the funeral of your father, sometime last year. You don’t remember much of that meeting, overwhelmed with grief to even process that he was giving you his condolences.

But soon enough, you shall be reunited with the Crown Prince for this 25th birthday. Normally you would’ve been excited about going to see Seokjin, all you could feel in your stomach was dread. The reason being as to your visit was because his usual birthday ball had been twisted by his father for him to find a bride. All the eligible ladies in the land, which included your sister, were invited for him to pick one of them out as his future wife. The mere thought of it had you sick to your stomach. Your sister had a possibility of marrying your childhood best friend and your unrequited love, and you had to stand back and watch.

“Can you tell me again what he’s like?” Jia’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. Being a few years younger than you, she never got a chance to truly interact with Seokjin; and since the trip began, hell even before then when the invitation arrived, every few hours she would ask about him. What he was like, what he liked, if he was nice. Why she would ask this when all she had to do was wait a few hours before meeting him herself, you’d never understand.

“Prince Seokjin is nice. He enjoys reading the history of the 7 kingdoms. When his father goes out hunting, he is usually required to join, but he will do anything he can to get out of it.” You droned as you stared out the window, surveying the commoners as you passed them by.

“You’ve told me all this before though,” she whined, “What else is there to know about him? What was he like when you were boys?” When you remained silent, she poked at your knee, attempting to get some sort of answer out of you. “Come on, Y/N.”

Rolling your eyes, you turned your attention towards Jia. “He’s always been fascinated with food and the process the cook would go about making it.” You started, noticing how your sister leaned forward, hanging on your every word. “We’d sneak into the kitchens, and he would just watch the cook as he cut up vegetables and meats. He’d go on about how if he wasn’t the prince, he’d want to be the cook.”

Jia barked out a laugh, “Did he really? For such a handsome man, he sure has some interesting habits.”

You gave a noncommittal hum as your stare returned to the window, watching as the villagers made their way out of the street and gawk at your carriage in awe. You could tell the journey was slowly coming to a close, and you weren’t sure if you wanted it to end yet. The dirt road turned to cobblestone beneath the wheels, it was only a matter of minutes before you arrived at the palace steps.

Jia frantically began flattening out her gown and making sure her hair wasn’t out of place. The trip from Philos Castle to the Clast Manor was merely a half day's ride, it wasn’t like much had changed from when she had left.

You exited the coach first, immediately greeted by a handful of guards who were lined up the stairs of the castle. You wondered how long they’d been there and how long they’d have to be until everyone had arrived. Glancing about, you saw that there were a few more carriages arriving in the courtyard.

The clearing of Jia’s throat pulled you back to the task at hand, you extended your arm out for her to grab onto as she stepped out onto the cobblestone. “Wow,” she awed as she stared up at the vast castle before her. You couldn’t blame her, the sight of Philos Castle was something to behold, especially if it was your first time seeing it.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted the footmen pulling down your luggage and ready to carry it to your rooms. A silent notice that it was time for the two of you to get going. “Come along, Sister.” You started as you began to climb the steps.

Upon reaching the main entrance, you were greeted with the familiar face of the Steward, who perpetually looked like he had just tasted the world’s most sour candy. “Your Grace,” he bowed to you. “And Lady Jia. The King and prince are greeting their guests in the Grand Hall. Follow me.” That said, he turned and made his way down the hall. With you and your sister on his heels practically the entire way, you arrived at the Grand Hall.

The Grand Hall certainly lived up to its name. With high ceilings, beautiful pieces of art mounted on the walls, all glittering in the light of a golden chandelier. It was the picturesque dream of wealth and beauty. But all of its beauty couldn’t compare to Prince Seokjin, who stood at the end of the hall. Since the last time you saw him nearly a year ago, he still looked as handsome as ever. He was smiling at his father when the two of you entered, but when his gaze turned to you, you swore his smile grew bigger; brighter even. Keeping your eyes forward, you could feel Seokjin’s gaze on you, not wavering as you got closer.

Next to him, the King let out a loud belly laugh as the two of you approached him. “Ah, Clast! It’s good to see you, my boy.” He bellowed out as you and your sister stopped in front of him.

“It’s good to see you too, Your Majesty.” You responded as you and your sister bowed respectively before him, all the while you could feel the prince’s burning stare. “May I introduce my sister, the Lady Jia.” With her introduction, she curtsied again before the two royals.

“It’s a pleasure, Your Majesty.” She smiled as she rose up.

“The pleasure is all mine. I assume you know my son, Seokjin.” He gestured to his right to where the prince stood, silently staring at you. “Seokjin!” His father hissed, catching his attention.

His head jerked to attention at his name being called. “Sorry, yes. It’s lovely to see you again Clast- and meet you too, of course, Lady Jia.” He stumbled over his words as he bowed his head. “Apologies, my mind has been elsewhere.”

“It’s no worries, Your Highness.” You waved off his slip.

“Anyways!” The King clasped his hands together. “The two of you must be tired from your journey, the steward shall show you to your chambers.” He gestured to the same sourface Steward stepped forward. “I look forward to seeing you again tomorrow night, Clast.”

“I can’t wait, Your Majesty.” You returned the king’s sentiments as you and your sister were led out of the hall, still feeling the prince’s stare seer into your back as you walked further and further away from the Grand Hall.

Soon as the Grand Hall was far behind you, you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. Had seeing Seokjin again affected you this much? While you had managed pretty fine to hold yourself together for that meeting, how on Earth were you going to manage the ball where he had to choose a wife? You couldn’t avoid him, there’s no doubt he’d want to catch up after not seeing you at all the past year. God, you felt like a fool for coming and thinking you’d be able to push your feelings out of the way. But your mother and sister jumped at the chance for the possibility of marrying the prince. Thus, you had no choice but to accompany your sister to the palace.

As the Steward led you down the winding hallways, you noticed that the hallways started to become more and more familiar. Considering you had dreamt of these hallways mere hours ago, it wasn’t that hard to place them from your memory. The King had set aside certain rooms for your family when you visited, you can’t say you were surprised or not about them still being set aside for you. Perhaps it was to still honor your father, or keep the good relationship between your families. However you were surprised to see the Steward stop in front of the heavy oak door of the room that was once your father’s.

“Your Grace shall be staying here,” he announced as he opened the door. You stepped through the threshold, inhaling deeply as you glanced around the space. Your trunk was at the foot of the bed. The same bed he slept in, the same desk he worked at, the same books he read on the shelves. What felt stranger how despite the room not being occupied in years, it still held the same scent of leather bound books and ink. The scent of your father. “I hope the chamber is to your liking.” The Steward’s voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“Yes, it’s fine. Thank you.”

“Very well, if the Lady Jia could please follow me.” With that, he shut the door. The distinct steps of him and your sister fade away down the hall as he escorted her away.

Now alone, realization began to creep over you. When the invitation to the prince’s ball arrived you didn’t want it to be true. In fact, you almost pushed it so far back in your mind you nearly tricked yourself into believing it was just a bad dream. One that you’d wake up from any moment now. But now that you were finally there at the palace, a mere day away from the event. You were going to be sick.

The sick knot in your stomach didn’t leave you the rest of the day, despite your best attempts at any distraction. You tried to keep ahead on some of the needs and resources of your providence, read a few chapters of a book you pulled from one of the shelves, changed out of your traveling clothes, anything to keep your mind off the inevitable ball tomorrow night yet nothing seemed to succeed.

By the time the sun had fallen below the horizon, you still felt the overwhelming dread. So much so that you barely ate the dinner that was privately presented to you, barely being able to get more than a few bites down. In the midst of picking at your meat, there was a knock on your door. Curious as to who would be here so late in the evening, you unlatched the door to see Prince Seokjin standing before you.

“Y-Your Highness,” you stuttered out, not expecting him at such an hour.

“Are we really referring to each other as titles? I thought we knew each other better than that, Y/N.” He said with a breathy laugh.

The sound of his voice speaking your name was music to your ears. Loving the way each syllable fell off his lips, before you could stare at his mouth any longer than you probably already were, you cleared your throat. “Seokjin,” his face lit up when you called him by his name, “what are you doing here?”

“I thought we could catch up a bit? Seeing how we weren’t able to properly when you first arrived.” He shrugged, as if the plans were obvious.

You hesitated a bit, seeing the late hour and if this would even do your heart any good considering you had 24 hours to attempt to get over him.

“If you don’t want to, I understand.” He added, filling the silence you had provided. “It’s late, and you had a long journey. I’ll let you rest.” He began to turn, disappointment evident on his face.

“Wait!” You exclaimed, your hand wrapping around his wrist. When you realized how brash your action was, you released him, silently cursing yourself. “We can catch up, if that is what you wish.”

A smile grew on his face. “Of course! You still like stars, correct?”

You were taken back by his question. While you still had the fascination with stars, you had very little time nowadays to look at them. In fact the last time you even had time to look at stars was the night from your dream, when the prince laid down next to you in the castle gardens. Since that night, you’ve been too exhausted to stay up late enough to examine the night sky. “Yes?”

“Brilliant! Follow me,” he grabbed your hand and whisked you down the hallway, barely giving you enough time to shut your door. Seokjin led you through the passages, only the moonlight shining through the windows to guide you. Your heart was going to beat out of your chest, with your hand snug in his grasp.

He led you up a large door. With his free hand, Seokjin opened it, exposing a staircase before you. As the two of you started to climb up, you were beginning to recognize where you were going. “Are we-?”

“Shh! We’re almost there!” He shushed you as you arrived at the top of the stairs, revealing the observatory to you. You’re in absolute awe of the room, the large windows making up the walls and ceilings; the moon fully illuminating your surroundings. “Over here!” Seokjin tugged you towards the direction of one of the windows, a telescope set up and ready for use.

You pulled your hand from his grasp and let your hands trace over the cool brass, enthralled with the device before you. When the two of you were boys, you weren’t allowed in the tower observatory in fear that you might break something. When you got older, you’d only been in there once before, but never beneath a clear night sky.

A rush of chill air hit your body, you looked up to see the prince had opened up a window, giving more room for the telescope. “Take a look!” He stepped away from the device, making space for you.

Leaning down, you peered into the eyepiece. A gasp escaped your lips as you took in the brilliance of the stars right before your very eyes. You could pinpoint a few of the constellations you remember reading about. But instead of the fuzzy dots you were so used to seeing, you saw them clearly; they seemed even brighter. “Wow, Seokjin, I. . .” you straightened to look at him, who looked very pleased with himself, “I don’t know what to say? This is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in years.” That was partially a lie. He was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen in your entire life, nothing could top him.

“You’re welcome,” he said with a sly smile. “I got it recently and I thought of you.”

“You. . . thought of me?” Your heart fluttered at the thought.

“Of course, Y/N.” He took a step closer to you, “I always think of you.” His words were soft as he gently raised his hand to your face, brushing a few stray hairs from your eyes. Your breath hitched as the tips of his fingers grazed over your skin. Meeting his eyes, you noticed for a split second that his gaze flickered down to your mouth. Then he slowly began to lean towards you. Your feet turned to stone, you couldn’t move as he got closer and closer to you. You weren’t sure what was happening. It couldn’t be happening. It had to be a dream. Your mind was racing at a million thoughts a second, as Seokjin got closer and closer. Just about when the prince’s lips seemed to hover over your own-

DONG

The sound of a clock chimed loudly in the observatory, shattering the moment and bringing you back to reality. Immediately, you stepped away from Seokjin, your face burning hot. “It’s late. I- I need to get to bed.” You turned away from him, embarrassed at what had just happened.

“Right.” There was a twinge of dismay in his voice as he spoke. “I’ll walk you back to your room.”

“That won’t be necessary!” You cringed at how quickly you rejected his offer. “It’s late, and your chambers are farther than mine. Goodnight, Your Highness.” You bowed your head then rapidly made your way back down the stairs, barely hearing the prince’s ‘Goodnight’ in return.

The following morning you did not want to get out of bed. You did not- could not face the prince again after last night. What happened had to have been a dream, it had to be. But the clear memory of the stars, how you could vividly recall the way your hand fit into his all proved you otherwise. It actually happened, and you couldn’t help but feel humiliated. He was getting married soon, for God Sake! And it couldn’t be you. It will never be you.

Eventually had to get up. Dressing yourself up a bit, but you remained in your room. Deciding to read and work on any paperwork, distracting yourself from even thinking about Seokjin.

You managed to do so quite nicely up until the hours before the ball was to start. Outside your window, spotting the hustling of all the castle staff trying to finish up the last of the preparations, scrambling to get them done. However all the chaos from outside the window and outside your door pulled you from your progress of not thinking of the prince or the party. All throughout the halls, people were gossipping about the prince and which lady he would choose as his possible wife.

When the clock struck the hour, signalling that the ball was to start, you knocked on the door to your sister’s chambers. “If that’s you Y/N, I’m nearly ready. You can come in!” She called from the inside. With a roll of your eyes, you pushed open the door to see your sister sitting in front of a vanity, a maid-servant finishing up her hair. Looking at you through the mirror, Jia lips quirked up into a smile. “Why don’t you look handsome, Brother.”

You take a quick glance at yourself behind her; you’re dressed only more elevated than usual. Fresh pair of trousers and shoes on, your waistcoat buttoned neatly, and your hair is more styled. Other than that, you look practically the same as you would on any other day. Not wanting to argue with your sister, you merely bowed your head in thanks.

“What do you think of the dress?” Jia asked as the maid finished with her hair, she stood to reveal the full picture. The style of the dress was similar to something she had worn to your ascension, yet this was light blue in color. There was no grand design amongst the dress, it was simple and fitting.

“You look lovely,” you responded.

“Thank you. You said he liked blue, correct?” She questioned as she began to slip on her gloves.

“Pardon?”

“The prince? His favorite color is blue?” She clarified as she walked over to you. “Honestly, Y/N, where is your head? I’m trying to gain his favor. Helps that I have his best friend as a brother.” She chortled as she linked arms with you.

“Right, yes. He favors blue.” You muttered as you turned towards the door. “Right, well, let’s get going. Don’t want to be late.” You forced a cheerful tone. With that, your sister smiled at you and you began to make your way towards the ballroom.

Already you saw lines of fabulously dressed noble women and royals from across the seven kingdoms, all willing to try and win Prince Seokjin’s affections. You saw a few familiar faces as you escorted your sister about the room; friends of your late father, fellow dukes and viscounts, even a couple visiting princes. All of which were either here to escort the most eligible woman in their family or merely showing support for the prince’s birthday.

About an hour in, Jia excused herself to try and gain a dance with the prince, leaving you standing alone at the sidelines; watching Seokjin dance with lady after lady after lady. He was a talented dancer, dancing gracefully with each partner. With each dance, you couldn’t help but notice a disinterested look grow on his face. A few times when you thought he caught your eye, you spotted a glimmer in his eye. A spark of happiness that managed to peak through his facade. But when he turned, causing his partner to face you. You saw a proud smirk on their face, as if they were the ones that made him perk up.

“Clast? Is that you?” A familiar voice called out to you. Turning your head to follow the voice, you spotted the owner of the voice. Prince Yoongi of Lun was making his way towards you, pushing his way through the crowd. “It’s good to see you.” He held his hand out for you to shake.

With a smile, you took it. “Good to see you too, Your Highness. How are things?”

“Good, everything is good. You’re here on behalf of your sister, I suppose?” He asked as his hand retreated.

The mention of your sister had your chest aching, reminding you of the entire situation once again. “Y-yes. She is somewhere in the crowd, waiting her turn.” Hopeful that he didn’t catch on to your hesitation; you gestured over to the dance floor, as if you couldn’t see her waiting at the front of it.

It was clear that he had noticed it, yet he didn’t point it out, only saying “I see.” He turned to face the crowd next to you, standing in silence as the band played on. “Have you married yet, Clast?” He questioned.

“No, h-haven’t had the time.” Your basic response to whenever anyone questioned your marital status, a normal question made by men wanting to set you up with their daughters. Why would Yoongi be asking you that though, you thought to yourself, unless he was thinking about asking to set you up with someone? But that couldn’t be, as you don’t recall him having any female relatives.

“Not having the time. . .” He repeated, laughing softly to himself. “Surely you’ve had enough time, attending balls like this? You’re a young man with a title, young ladies and their mothers must be crawling over you.” He further inquired.

“Well, yes. . .” you struggled to rack your mind for a plausible excuse. He was for the most part correct, parties like this usually had young eligible noble women practically throwing themselves on to you. But upon your excuse, they usually backed away. Not further question you. “It’s just-uh-”

Before you managed to come up with a concrete answer, Yoongi spoke again. “You don’t need to answer that. But to a degree, I can understand you.”

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t think I follow?”

“You’re in love, are you not?” He turned his head to you, a knowing expression. You opened your mouth to deny it, but no words came out. “It’s clear as day. But for some reason, you cannot be with them. Yet you long to be.” His face seemed to fall a bit at his words and he turned to face the crowd again. “Believe me, you’re not alone in that sort of suffering.” His gaze fixated on a young male servant, who stood at the edge of the ballroom, tray in hand. For a fraction of a second, you saw a soft smile across his face. But soon as the smile was there, it was gone. “Take my advice, don’t let him get away.” He gave your shoulder a firm pat before he walked back into the crowd, not permitting a response from you.

Glancing back to the center of the dance floor, you made eye contact with Seokjin. This time there was no denying it. He beamed at you and suddenly all the people in the room seemed to fade away, like it was only the two of you. He was radiant in the light of the ballroom, his smile radiating happiness. Yoongi was right, you were in love with the prince and you wanted nothing more than to be by his side.

With his advice echoing in your mind, you moved to take a step forward but your legs felt like lead. All at once, the golden glow of the ballroom faded to grey; the prince’s bright light dimmed, dark shadows danced at the edge of your vision. You could feel all of the court staring at you, whispering amongst themselves. Jia’s eyes were locked on you, fire burning in them The King frowned in disapproval. There were too many eyes on you. Your heartbeat was in your ears, throbbing against your skull. At the center of it all, Seokjin stood out in the crowd, his features twisted with concern. He mouthed something to you, something you couldn’t make out. You took a step backward, it felt easier than moving forward. You took another, and another, until you turned on your feet and dashed out of the ballroom.

Air, you needed air. Quickly, you weaved your way through the busy hallways until you found the door to the garden terrace. Thankfully, no one from the party seemed to have come outside as of recently, leaving you alone. You let your hands rest upon the stone railing as you caught your breath, the cool night air filling your lungs. Raising your head up, you stare up at the sky, the moon staring back down at you.

“You alright?” Whipping around, you saw Seokjin standing in front of you, the light of the open door behind him giving him a golden halo. “Y/N?”

You turned back around, staring back out into the gardens. “I’m fine.”

His steps against the stone echoed, only stopping once he was practically right behind you. “Don’t lie to me, what happened?”

You barely understood what had happened. One moment you were filled with confidence, ready to pull him to the side to speak with him. Then the next you felt nothing but shame. The judgement of the court, your sister, the king. You couldn’t tell him. Yoongi had sweet sentiment, but it just couldn’t be. He was the prince! And you were a duke. A man. You wouldn’t even be able to openly tell him you love him, let alone marry him! “I needed some air.”

“I could use some too, it was getting stuffy in there.” He responded as he continued to stand behind you. “Come on. We could both use a little break from the excitement.” You didn’t move, it was a bad idea to go with him. Just return to the party and move on. “Y/N. . ?”

Despite your better judgment, you turned to face him. His beautiful smile grew once you faced him. “Lead the way.”

He led you down the stairs of the terrace and into the gardens. Neither of you said anything, letting the music of the ball fade away into the sounds of the night. The further you walked away from the palace, the less concerned you found yourself about if the people were going to come looking for you. It was only you and Seokjin now.

He took a turn off the path, walking over the lawn towards the roses. Spotting a stone bench, he seated himself, you continued standing beside him. “You can sit, Y/N.” He gestured to the spot beside him. You hesitated for a moment before finally sitting down next to him. His knees brushed against yours as you both stared out over the gardens. “Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you?” He asked after a moment.

“Nothing is bothering me.”

“Y/N, I know you better than you know yourself.” Repeating the very same words he said nearly 7 years ago. “What’s the matter?”

Taking a deep breath, you answered. “You’re getting married.”

Seokjin frowned at your admission. “What on Earth gave you that idea?”

It was your turn to be confused. “Your father? On the invitations, it was a call that you’d be picking your future bride at this very ball.” You explained.

“Believe me when I say this Y/N,” he took your hands in his, “I have no intentions of picking a bride tonight nor ever.”

Those last few words echoed around in your brian. “Ever?”

“I can’t be with someone who I don’t love,” he said as if it were obvious. “When I become king, the only person I want by my side is you.”

Your hands grew clammy as your heart pounded against your ribs. “Seokjin, what are you saying?”

“Is it not obvious?” His hands moved to cup your face. When you met his eyes, the poor attempt at a wall that you tried to build over your heart broke away.

“I need to hear you say it,” your voice faltered, barely above a whisper.

Leaning in closer, his breath fanned over your lips. “I love you.”

The words hung in the air for barely a moment before you closed the gap between you two. Your eyes fell shut and the entire world melted away, leaving only you and Seokjin being the only sole beings in that moment. And oh how you wanted to live in that moment forever. To know nothing else but the feel of his lips against yours, the sweet scent of the roses around you, the brisk air of the night tickling any exposed skin as you clung to each other.

You don’t know when but tears had begun to roll over your cheeks. The wetness passed over your lips, tasting of salt as you continued to kiss. The slight bitter taste had him pulling away, eliciting a whine to fall from you. He couldn’t leave now, not after how long you’ve dreamt of this moment! Opening your eyes, the blurry outline of Seokjin was whipping away your tears. Blinking the rest of them away, the clear image of him filled your mind, taking notes of any little detail. You had to remember this moment for the rest of your life.

“Why are you crying?” His voice was soft as his thumb caressed your tear stained face.

“Truthfully, I don’t know.” You responded, the last coming out in a sort of chuckle. Baffled at your own emotions.

“No more tears, love.” He brought his lips to your forehead, pressing a small kiss to it. “No more tears.”

Despite you nodding in agreeance, more tears fell from your eyes. Whether it be tears of relief or joy, you couldn’t stop them from flowing. Placing one of your hands over his, you leaned into his touch, kissing his palm. You opened your mouth but you could even manage to get a word out, a shout was heard.

“Prince Seokjin! Your Highness? Where are you?” An unfamiliar male voice called out.

Within a second, you pulled yourself away from him, fearful of being caught. Seokjin closed his eyes, letting out a huff, clearly upset with the interruption. “It appears our company has been missed.” He sighed as he stood up, straightening his overcoat. “I’m here! Clast and I were merely stepping away for a moment.”

The servant appeared around the corner; with the cover of the night, you doubt he saw you kissing, but you couldn’t be sure until he spoke again. “The King is calling for you, sir. He wants you to dance with the Princess of Maldonia.”

“Thank you, I’ll be with him right away.” Seokjin gave him a tight smile as he dismissed the servant, who promptly bowed and scurried back towards the party. “I’m sorry.” He sat back down, taking one of your hands in his.

“No, it’s not your fault.”

“But there’s so much we need to discuss-”

“Seokjin,” you squeezed his hand, “we’ll figure it out.”

With a smile on his lips, he kissed you one last time before standing again. The two of you walked hand in hand back towards the castle again. He stopped when you reached the stairs to the terrace. “I’ll send a letter to your room later tonight, I would stop by but I fear my father isn’t going to be happy with hearing me not choosing a bride.” He chuckled, looking down at your still linked fingers.

You laughed with him, before falling silent. The music of the party reminded you that you couldn’t remain there forever. “You need to go.” Seokjin didn’t move yet, still staring down at your hands, trying his damnedest to turn a single moment into a thousand.

“Not yet.”

Unfortunately, as soon as the words left his mouth the servant stepped out onto the terrace, forcing him to drop your hand. “Your Highness, the King is growing impatient.”

With a sigh, he made his way up the stairs. Once he reached the top, he looked back down at you. His smile was back on, glowing and beautiful, yet his eyes were pained as he spoke. “Good talk, Clast. Enjoy the rest of the party.” Then he turned toward the servant, following him back into the brightly lit hallways of the castle.

The rest of the party went by in a blur. When you returned to the ballroom, your sister came up to you and complained about how she didn’t get a chance to dance with Seokjin before he started dancing with the Princess of Maldonia. Whatever she said you didn’t hear, because you were too busy looking for the prince but he was nowhere to be found. The only prince you did make eye contact with was Prince Yoongi, who was standing across the hall, a knowing look on his face.

By the time the party was over and you had returned to your room, you were anxious to wait for Seokjin’s letter. You couldn’t help but think about what it might contain. Plans for the future? His feelings about you? You stayed up waiting for a servant to knock or perhaps it would slide beneath the door.

Yet nothing arrived.

You waited until the rays of the sun peeked over the horizon, but nothing came. Laying down on your bed, you felt a knot grow deep in your stomach. You thought of a million scenarios as to why. Perhaps by the time he talked with his father he fell asleep soon as he reached his room, or maybe he fell asleep writing it. You tried to be reasonable with your thoughts, but your mid went to darker places as you laid there. Did his father get mad at him for not wanting to choose someone and throw him in the dungeon? Were you spotted and he was getting punished? Would they come for you next? Or what you thought could be even worse, did he regret his confession?

It was 10 o’clock when a servant came to wake you, finding you red eyed and exhausted. He was clearly shocked by your current state, as you could see by his face, but he said nothing on it. “Your sister is nearly ready to go, Your Grace.”

“I’ll be ready in a moment,” you grumbled as you pulled yourself out of the bed. The servant bowed before he left, probably to get your carriage ready. One half of you wanted to get ready as fast as possible, leave the castle and never return. You’d hide away in Clast Manor forever. But the other half wanted to stay, find Seokjin and demand an answer as to why nothing came.

Once you were dressed and reorganizing your belongings into your trunk, there was a knock, followed by Jia throwing the door to your chambers open; quickly followed by some footmen.

“You were apprehensive to come and now you’re stalling to leave?” She raised a brow at your still open trunk.

“Had a lot on my mind, I apologize.” You dryly apologized as the servants shut your case and began carrying it out of the room. Your answer didn’t seem to satisfy her, as she rolled her eyes at you. “Let’s get going then,” you held out your arm for her to take. With a huff, she linked arms with you. The two of you walked in silence as your steps echoed in the halls.

As you turned towards the staircase that would lead you towards the entry hall, you heard your name called out. Turning, you spotted Seokjin running towards you. Glancing at your sister, she looked confused as the prince was making quite a hurry to get to you.

“Go wait by the carriage,” you told her, kissing her cheek. “I promise I’ll join you soon.”

“You better, or else I’m leaving without you.” She muttered as she started down the stairs, the footmen following behind her.

You watched her descend as Seokjin arrived behind you; putting on a brave face, you faced him. He looked nearly as tired as you were, yet somehow he managed to make dark circles under his eyes attractive. Opening your mouth to say something, he pulled you off to the side of the hall, hiding behind a larger planter.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to deliver it sooner,” he huffed out as he placed a sealed parchment in your hand.

“I-” you were stunned, for a moment you truly thought he might’ve regretted what happened last night. Yet here he was, parchment in hand. “Why? What took you so long?

“I uh- Well. . . you’ll know in the letter.” He waved your question away before taking both of your hands in his. “Promise me you’ll write as soon as possible? Please?”

You stared down at your joined hands, and all the hurt feelings from the night bubbled up to the surface again. The anxiety, fear, betrayal. It all came rushing back, but as you looked up to speak your mind, your words died in your throat. His pleading eyes bored into yours and butterflies erupted in your stomach. Sucking in a breath, you nodded. “I promise.”

Seokjin looked like he was going to cry as he heard your words, pulling you into his arms. You attempted to resist for a moment before melting into his embrace; wishing you didn’t have to leave so soon. Wishing you had more time to talk. His lips grazed over the shell of your ear, his breath fanned against your skin as he hesitated for a moment. He said nothing as he pressed a kiss then he pulled away. He gave you one last fleeting smile before he ran back down the hall, disappearing behind a corner.

Stuffing the letter into your pocket, you made your way down the stairs. As you approached the bottom, you came across the King as he was bidding some of his guests goodbye. Despite how badly you wished to leave as soon as possible, you couldn’t risk not saying goodbye to your host.

“Ah, there you are Clast! I hope you enjoyed the ball!” He said as he shook your hand tightly.

“It was a wonderful party, Your Majesty. Thank you for the invitation.”

“But of course! I hope you can come around again for the wedding!” He patted your hand as he let go.

“W-wedding, Your Majesty?” You questioned as he turned to the person behind you.

“Goodbye, Clast. Have a pleasant trip home!” Either he didn’t hear you or he was purposefully ignoring the question. Whichever it was, your head felt like it was spinning as you exited the palace doors.

You spotted your carriage not far from the base of the steps, Jia looking thoroughly annoyed in the window as she waited for you. Carefully as you could, you made a beeline for the door. You didn’t even give a footman enough time to step down and open the door for you, just throwing it open and clambering in.

“Your Grace-?”

“Just go!” You snapped, waving your hand to signal for the coach to get moving. Seokjin’s letter burned through your clothes, you wanted nothing more than to rip it open and find out for yourself what the King meant by a wedding and what his explanation was. But with Jia sitting across from you, who was eyeing you like a caged animal, you had to wait till you returned home.

The journey to Philos was a long drag you will admit, but the return to Clast Manor felt like ages in comparison. Jia must’ve sensed your agitation as she said nothing the entire way back, not even a word when you stopped for supper at an inn a quarter through the way home. Soon as you arrived back at the manor, you took off towards your bedroom, not even bothering to greet your mother or other siblings. You could hear the murmurings of your family as you clambered up the staircase.

Once behind the safety of your locked chambers, you lit an oil lamp and pulled Seokjin’s letter out from your coat pocket. Your fingers traced over the seal of the prince, staring at the blue wax for a moment. The seal should’ve settled your anxiety yet it continued to bubble deep in your stomach. Breaking open the wax, you unfolded the paper to read what explanation Seokjin might have.

My dearest, Y/N

I’m sorry for such a delay, but I have unfortunate news. Apparently the ball was merely a facade of choice for me, Father has gone behind my back and arranged a marriage between the Maldonian Princess and myself in a fortnight. Upon my refusal, he locked me away in my room and won’t let me out until I agree to the union. With you waiting and about to leave in the morning, I have no other choice but to say yes. By the time you have read this, I will be engaged.

So there was your explanation of the wedding, the King was referencing. Your heart ached at the words, hating the news, but you read on.

I’ve devised a plan though, a plan for you and me to flee Philos and live together far away. Where no one can ever find us ever again. My title shall go to my cousin Hoseok, he shall rule Philos instead of I. Remember all those games and stories we made up where we didn’t have to be king or duke? Those dreams can become our reality! I know it sounds insane, but I’m ready and willing to do it.

For you.

Write back to me as soon as you can and we can begin our plot.

Until I see you again,

Seokjin

Your vision blurred as tears filled your eyes, threatening to fall onto the parchment. Not daring to drop the precious letter, you ran over to your desk and scrambled for fresh parchment. You were soaring above the clouds as you seated yourself down, reading your pen and ink. You held nothing back as you accepted his proposal to run away, ready and willing at any moment he proposed. You didn’t care about the ink droplets that fell or any scribbles of words you misspelled. All that mattered was you sent the letter off at first light.

Without even thinking, you heated up the blue ink your mother had not so subtly been purchasing for you, in hopes you’d find yourself a lover or a wife anytime soon. Pressing your personal seal into the hot wax, you officialized your promise to Seokjin.

Despite the adrenaline coursing through your veins, the exhaustion of not sleeping at all the night before slowly caught up on you, barely giving you enough time to even properly undress before you collapsed onto your bed. That night you dreamt of your new life with Seokjin. The two of you so far away from anyone you might know, living in a cottage at the edge of the woods, perhaps selling bread to a nearby village. The both of you together, completely happy.

When you woke up the following morning, rushing down to a messenger to send off your letter to Philos at once. Despite the confusion of you just being there, the messenger followed the order and rode off fast as he could. The rest of the day you were in a chipper attitude, something your family was a bit surprised at considering the grim demeanor you held leaving the manor and arriving back last night.

However the happy attitude could last so long.

It should only take a day or two for the prince to respond to your correspondence, but when your messenger arrived back empty handed, you felt the familiar flood of anxiety rush through you again. You dismissed it though, perhaps he’s following through with his father and visiting Maldonia for some reason or other. Waiting a few more days, yet nothing arrived. You crafted another letter and sent it off with a different messenger that night. The only thing that returned was a wedding invitation.

You dropped the letter off in the parlor where your family were all visibly excited about a wedding. The only one sharing your glum mood of the announcement was Jia, who was mourning the loss of such a match. You didn’t even bother telling her it wouldn’t have worked out anyways, just sitting in silence as your littlest sister talked about how pretty a royal wedding was going to be.

The day of the wedding your mother all but dragged you out of bed to go, not even giving you a moment to even feign sickness.

“You must go in support of your future king and friend! I won’t have you wasting away all the work your father did for us to continue to be close friends of the royal family.” She scolded you, throwing wear onto your bed. With your younger siblings staying behind; you, Jia, your mother, and your other brother all got into the carriage and started off towards the capitol.

The city was decorated with ribbons and flowers as crowds of people lined up along the streets, waiting for a chance to get a glimpse at the royals and nobles arriving. You wished to be home at the manor, a nearby kingdom, just anywhere but have the man who broke your heart and made a fool of you stand in front of you and get married.

Exiting the carriage, you joined the line of the court to be escorted into the Grand Hall. With your mother on your arm, she pointed out the things that have changed since her last visit, but her chittering fell on deaf ears, you simply stared off into the distance as the entrance to the Grand Hall grew closer and closer. By the time you had arrived at the threshold, you were greeted by the king.

“Ah, Duke and Dowager Duchess of Clast, lovely to see you both.” The King greeted you as you both bowed before him. Taking your mother’s hand, he pressed a chaste kiss to her knuckles. “And you’re looking wonderful, Dowager.”

“Oh thank you, Your Majesty. You’re too kind,” she giggled, you resisted the urge to roll your eyes at the scene.

“Clast, I'm glad you could make it.” He shook your hand next, “Seokjin has been. . . anxious to hear from you. He’d be so happy to see you’re here.” His grip on your hand tightened as his words began to register with you.

“Wait-”

“Enjoy the wedding,” he released your hand and moved on to the next guest. Your mother pulled you and your siblings in the direction of the pews. The voices of all the people echoing against the walls became muffled as you were seated down in the front of the hall, right in front of the altar. Thoughts were rushing through your mind faster than you could think of them.

Does that mean Seokjin didn’t purposefully not respond? Did he even receive your letters? Did his father know? How did his father know? You had to find Seokjin, perhaps you could come up with some sort of plan and you could still run away together after the wedding. You just had to find him-

The sound of a horn silenced the Grand Hall, everyone falling quiet as they stood and watched the Crown Prince walk down the aisle. The breath was sucked out of your lungs as he walked past you. He looked absolutely regal in his royal wear, his crown placed perfectly on his head, he looked every bit of the prince he was. The only give away there was to his true mood was his eyes; there were dark circles under his eyes, deeper than they were the last time you saw him. When he stopped at the altar, he turned, his eyes surveyed across the court.

His eyes met yours and his gaze sharpened. You felt all the hurt and pain you’ve been feeling returned to you tenfold in that moment alone. You wanted to run to him, scream and cry out for him. Tell him that you did write back, that you did want to run away with him, but you were frozen in your place.

When the music started up again, his eyes snapped to the aisle to watch his bride. He remained focused on the Maldonian Princess standing in front of him. The entire ceremony your eyes never left Seokjin, silently begging- pleading for him to turn and look at you.

But he never did.

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thomotomo · 4 years

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Kia ora! Could i request a peaky blinders x male reader, where y/n is in a secret relationship with his brother tommy shelby? fluff and hiding from period typical homophobic laws

A/N: Hello dear anon! I hope you will like it! I’m not watching Peaky Blinders so I tried to keep in the universe and in character but I’m pretty sure I messed up a few things lol. Hopefully you will enjoy it nonetheless! Thanks for requesting :3

TW/CW: Incest, Slurs/derogatory terms about gay men, misoginy (ig, well they don’t talk well about women), Mention of period typical homophobia - Read at your own risks

Words: 2.4K

The atmosphere in the room was tense. Some members of the gang had been attacked and it seemed that other rival gangs in Birmingham were pushing their luck, titillating your family into making mistakes.

You weren’t really concentrated on the discussion, rather you observed your brother (and secret lover) who was seated opposite to where you were standing, a whisky in his hand, discussing the serious matter with a frown on his face with your brother, Arthur and your Aunt Polly.

You tried following the flow of the conversation but the soft light reflecting on Tommy’s face was making him way too attractive and his shining eyes were marvellous, you wanted to kiss away the frown on his face, hold him in your arms and proclaim to the world that you loved him.

Sadly, you weren’t able to do so for a numerous of reason, firstly he was your brother, and although wedding between cousins were accepted, people were taking less kindly two children from the same mother to be in love. And secondly well, people of your kind weren’t well liked (not to say absolutely despised), two men lying together was seen as an abomination and you had witnessed a few times boys being beaten for being accused of being a “fag”.

Truth to be told, you hated being unable to be with him, go outside together, not giving a care about anything or anybody but sadly you knew you couldn’t do that. You wanted to stay alive and not cause the downfall of your family’s gang and basically not disgracing them socially, so here you were, trying to listen to the conversation.

“What are your thoughts (Y/N)?”, it was Arthur who spoke up. You tried to stay collected on the outside and completely panicking inside.

“Oh erm. I think we should maybe execute one person, one example to assert our dominance and show them this as a warning and we won’t stay here doing nothing?”, they nodded as you sighed, feeling less stressed now that you answered to them.

You lit up a cigarette and smoked slowly as they discussed about who they will take down, their level in the other gang. And after debating for another ten minutes they settled on kidnapping, Ralph McAllister, a middle-ranked member from the Birmingham Boys you had seen few times in town.

All of you stayed a bit more, discussing other issues until Polly had to leave, kissing all of you on the cheek. Arthur did the same, but leaving with a clasp on the shoulder, not without proposing both of you to meet him tonight at the Garrison Pub, which you agreed to do, he left both of you alone.

You waited until you were sure they were far enough and that nobody would be able to see you, you walked to Tommy, putting your cigarette on the ashtray and took his face in your hands, kissing him softly. He sighed in the kiss and put his free hand on your hip, gently caressing it with his thumb.

“Everything is such a mess. Fucking assholes they think they can try and steal our territory.”, his hand gripped your hip a bit tightly. You caressed his cheeks with your thumbs, looking at him seriously.

“They fucking sucks but we’re going to crush them. Don’t think about them now and relax.”, you felt his grip loosen as he downed the rest of the whiskey and put the glass on the table next to him. He tapped your hip with his fingers, making you move from above him, allowing him to stand up. He gazed at you lovingly and took your hand in his.

“Maybe we should move to the bedroom? There will be no risks of being the caught.”

You nodded and followed him in his bedroom, locking the door behind you as Tommy closed the curtains, just in case. Tommy then went to his seat and you joined him, sitting on his lap, his hand directly went to your check. You leaned in it, smiling at him. You enjoyed those quiet moments with him where you could do anything without any care in the world.

He peppered your cheeks with kisses, attempting to kiss all of your freckles, making you laugh lowly. Tommy then looked at you with a gentle smile and finally kissed you on the lips; you deepened it, adding a bit of tongue to the kiss. Tommy’s free hand went around your waist, smiling in the kiss and after a few more seconds of kissing he moved his mouth to your jaw, then your neck, letting you breath as he lightly bit your neck, avoiding leaving any marks.

He stopped after a while, breathing a bit strongly, putting his head on your shoulder, both of his arms now wrapping your waist. You stroked his hair, smiling softly and shuddering as his hot breath hit your neck.

“We’ll have to meet with Arthur later…”, you regretfully said.

“Yeah… But don’t think about that love. Now we’re having a moment together.”

You smiled at him and yelped when he stood up and suddenly put his hands under your thighs. He chuckled at the sound as by reflex you wrapped your legs around his waist. He walked you to his bed and put you on it, coming to lie next to you. He brought you in his arms, cuddling you and kissing your forehead. Both of you chilled there for a while in silence, bathing in each other’s love.

After a while lying on the comfortable, cuddling and sometimes talking, you decided that even though you really wanted to stay with him you had to be “productive” and go and take care of the horses to avoid raising suspicions.

You regretfully left Tommy’s arms, kissing him gently as he stood up too, to go and plan the disappearance of McAllister. You unlocked the door and kissed him once last time before making your way to your room, changing your clothes and then went to the stables. You started by putting the horses in the field made for them and cleaned all the stalls. It was an unusual job for the son of a wealthy family but considering your family was a gang it didn’t really matter, at least you were someone to be trusted with the horses.

You really enjoyed taking care of the horses, even though sometimes it was it was very demanding job and the horses weren’t always in the best of the moods but it was an entertaining job, and you really loved the feeling of seeing the horses happy, clean and healthy and you were sweaty and not looking at all like a man of your rank.

Once all the cleaning and filling the food tanks of the horses you brought them one by one back in their stable. You stayed a bit longer with Ludy, a Shire horse that you considered yours instead of the family’s, patting him and giving him a little treat before leaving to take a shower as it was almost time for you to go and meet Arthur.

You put some clean clothes and waited for Tommy to come down, you were almost wondering if he had forgotten about it, knowing how he could be whenever he started to work, but before you could even try to walk back upstairs he arrived and shoot you a wink with a smile.

“You look great brother.”

“Same about you Tommy. You’re going to pick up some lass at the bar?”

“Maybe, we’ll see..”, he licked his lips as he checked you out. You saw the maid behind him, having some sheets in her arms.

You walked outside the mansion and met with the driver. Both of you went in the back and discussed about random things until you arrived at the bar. You stepped out and told the driver he wouldn’t have to go and come search you.

You readjusted your coat and walked inside The Garrison with Tommy right behind you, it was filled with quite the people. The pair of you looked around until you found Arthur in a corner drinking some whisky while flirting with the waitress.

You went and joined him as the waitress left and sat next to him with a smile.

“So, in what honour are we drinking tonight?”

“To the future death of that Birmingham motherfucker and to the calm that will be back right after.”

You all laughed at that and nodded in agreement, the asshole will soon be 6 feet under and all the gangs will either prepare or run away like the rats they were. Tommy ordered a round of drinks and you talked together, sometimes looking at the girls in the pub. Suddenly Arthur whistled.

“Tommy, the blonde lass over there had been watching you for a good while, y’should talk to her, bet she’d like your dick. You should go to talk to her.”

“Wait”, you intervened, “You should wait a bit more, like making her desire you even more so she like jump on you when you come at her. She seems kind of an easy one.”

“(Y/N) is right, she seems kind of an easy one. Give it 5 minutes Tommy boy and then you can get that bitch.”, all of you laughed at that, but in the back of your mind you didn’t want her to touch him. You desperately wished you could claim him in front of everyone, but life wasn’t fair sadly and unless you wanted to die well you could only do so much.

When the five minutes passed Tommy went to the blonde with a predatory grin, saying to both of you. “Take note gentlemen, this is how you woo ladies.”

Both of you laughed and you moved a bit, taking a drink from your glass, observing how he walked to the girl and nearly immediately kissed her neck, probably whispering some sentences to get her. You felt the atmosphere less joyous as you older brother was also observing the scene. There was never bad blood between the two of you but it was clearly not the same kind of love between you and Arthur than you and Tommy (damn right, Arthur was so constipated with his feelings you could easily think he hated you).

“You’re not a fag right?”, you tensed as he asked that. He wasn’t looking at you, but surely from the corner of his eyes he was observing your reaction. You tried not to look uncomfortable and laughed as if he told you a joke.

“Me a fairy? Really? Nah those past weeks Ludy doesn’t looks pretty well so I’m trying to see if anything is wrong with him. And with the mating seasons nearing all the horses are on the edge so I’d like to avoid some of them to get knocked up you know.”, you didn’t like using Ludy for an escape but you didn’t saw any other choices there. Arthur hummed and took a sip of his drink.

“Because I wouldn’t want people to find out my brother’s a sissy. I wouldn’t like to know you’re a sissy. Because if you are…”, he looked at you with a weird glint in his eyes and you were pretty sure that if he knew you were an homosexual there wouldn’t be any blood bond between you anymore and he would murder you. You repressed a shudder and smirked.

“Nah don’t worry about that. I’m just occupied and worried about the horse’s health. But don’t worry next time we go out I’ll pick a cute lass, probably a redhead y’know?”, he laughed and downed the rest of his drink in one go.

“Yeah you always got the weirdest tastes brother.”

You looked back at Tommy who was still flirting with the girl and in a blink of an eye she disappeared, you knew where she went and your brother who probably followed her confirmed your suspicions. After all he always was better at hiding his feelings and acting too and you envied him for that. The thought of sex with any woman was repulsing you and even though you were able to go though it all with prostitutes or random women in bars, you wanted to throw up after every time.

“Oooh little Tommy is getting his fair share of fun with the little blondie. I wonder if she’s a screamer or not.”

“I’m betting she’s more like a squeaky mouse.”

“We’ll see when pretty boy is back!”

The two of you stayed here, discussing and you occasionally threw a lustful gaze to the women in the pub trying to make Arthur think you were watching them while he was flirting with some waitress, sometimes giving them a clap on their ass. You had the time to take another drink until Tommy came back, putting his pants back in place.

Arthur laughed and clapped, attracting a bit of attention that was quickly diverted when you threw them dark looks. Tommy sat back with a smirk and Arthur clapped his shoulder.

“C’mon Tom, how was she? Loud or not?”

“She wasn’t making much noises, but she was tight as fuck.”

“I was right then!”, you hit your older brother on the shoulder with a laugh.

“Tsk for once boy, for once.”

You kept bantering until Arthur decided it was time for him to go back home. You followed him outside and kept discussing for a short moment, observing the surroundings with a distrustful look on your face, after all night was always the best moment to murder people and you wanted to avoid that. You watched as Arthur left and then both you and Thomas started to walk in the opposite direction.

The streets weren’t quiet, from the drunk lads trying to walk to the fights, it was clear it was animated almost as much as during broad daylight. As you turned in a dark and seemingly completely empty street. You pulled Thomas with you and put him against the wall, immediately covering his lips with yours.

He was shocked for an instant and then relaxed in your grasp, kissing you back. After a few seconds of kiss, you stopped pressing him on the wall and licked your lips while looking at him with a spark in your eyes.

“You fucking- You could have waited for us to be more away!”, Tommy whispered with a disbelieved smile on his face.

“I couldn’t wait to kiss this bitch away from you. But don’t worry I’ll finish that somewhere else.”, this time you were the one leaving him hanging as you walked away, hearing his quick steps to join you.

Hopefully for you the maid wouldn’t be home by the time you’d be back or you’d have to keep him extra quiet.

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nextwarden · 3 years

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Webtoons are good for the soul PART II - ECLECTIC BOOGALOO

A continuation of this.

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It’s cute and a bit angsty but not too much. The art style often feels incomplete or rushed but in a good way, its flaws give character to the characters and the story. One of my all time favourites.

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After a troubled past, Sir Ross Edmund Avery is somewhat content to lead a mundane existence, alone in his house. However, when he stumbles upon a child in the woods on Solstice Night who is anything but mundane, his simple life will be turned upside down.

A scar(r)ed man adopts a feral child, hijinks ensue. Once again, the art style is endearing, full of curves and long lines. Haven’t checked on that one in a while but the first twenty chapters were very promising.

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She's the galaxy's worst nightmare: a Human. Fortunately, she's the last one. Now her adoptive (alien) mother is realizing that raising a young Human is no easy task.

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Recommend/10

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The life of Charles the Vampire an Cheryl the human after years of marriage.

What if tragic romance between human and vampire but they had their “happy-ever-after”? This is after. It’s funny and cute.

Relationship goals/10

Blood Stain by sigeel [ongoing]

A story about courage, growing up and finding friendships in most unlikely places... spiced with some MAD SCIENCE!

Haven’t quite wrapped my head around this one yet, but it’s fun and drawn by sigeel (a.k.a. Linda Sejic) so of course it’s beautiful. Enjoyed it a lot, will have to keep reading.

Bloody merry/10

Punderworld by sigeel [ongoing - on hiatus]

Hades' and Persephone's love-struck misadventures.

Another take on Hades and Persephone’s love story. Once again, sigeel, so of course I love the art.

Bumbling idiots/10

The Queen and the Woodborn by Shiniez [ongoing]

Far away behind seven hills and seven forests, seven fields and seven rivers, there lived a Queen... welcome to the queen and the woodborn. a fairy tale romance for the mature readers about the unseen Queen and the Goddess in the woods. a tale of the two forgotten by the world around them who will make the world remember their names. expect gods and monsters and a romance for the ages.

Not many chapters yet but very long ones to compensate. This one is by Shiniez (a.k.a. Stjepan Sejic) so, once again, love the art. The story, the character designs and concepts, and the pace are all amazing.

Very wow/10

P.E.T.S. by Gyxks [ongoing]

Just when Tasha was about to start a new life, she was abducted by aliens. Fortunately, she and other humans were rescued by an interstellar general named Tourmaline. She soon discovered that her body was unfit to return home without endangering life on earth. Join her on her journey traversing this new world and these new feelings for an alien general.

POV: You’re living your best life as a young adult, at the shopping mall at 2am in your pyjamas, when suddenly death aliens rain pain all around and you’re abducted only to be saved by tall buff alien commander lady. Romance ensues. Maybe, it’s slow burn but quite enjoyable to read.

Blush/10

Scoob and Shag by Misterie Krew [ongoing]

Scoob and his best pal Shag are up to their usual hi-jinks, but everything is not as it seems in their latest adventure.

No relations to any character whatsoever. None. None at all. Also no relations to any kind of sense at all either. Can’t quite explain that one except that it’s genius. Just read it.

Is that a gun?/10

Bewitched by peachyytown [ongoing]

The witch who keeps "kidnapping" the princess is actually her girlfriend and they're just going on dates.

Short but cute alternative take on all that witch/monster/princess shenanigans. In the same vein as Our days in Lumain. Also the art is very nice.

Meetcute/10

When the Pink Trees Bear Fruit by neggut [completed]

A sweet love blooms between two women on an orchard in 1973.

A short story, five chapters only, but play devastatingly well with one’s heart. In the same vein as It Stems From Love by Soya S. Holm. neggut ist sehr gut.

Tears/10

Rooftops & Roommates by Zaanart [ongoing]

Jeb is an architecture major at university, rooming with his best friend Todd. There's just one problem... Jeb’s secretly a gargoyle! Between studying, partying, and a bad ghost problem, will Jeb be able to keep his true identity a secret?

Jeb is sweet, Jeb is fresh, but Jeb is decidedly not very good at keeping a secret. It’s funny, slice-of-life, roommate college shenanigans at its finest. With a magical twist.

Ship/10

Everything is Fine by Mike Birchall [ongoing]

Sam and Maggie are a normal couple, in a normal house, in a normal neighborhood. There is nothing strange about their heads, their neighbors or their sweet little dog. Everything is Fine.

I haven’t actually started this one yet, but the premise is very very very interesting. Perhaps not for thos who are faint of heart? Deceptively cute. Or is it?

It’s fine/10

Castle Swimmer by Wendy Lian Martin [ongoing]

What happens when your entire life is ruled by a prophecy – your future foretold by people you’ve never met, who died long before you were born. Such is the story of two young sea creatures. One believed to be a guiding light for his people, a Beacon who will lead them to a bright, prosperous future. The other is a teenage prince for who’s destiny is to KILL the Beacon so that HIS own people might thrive. When both reject the course set for them, it leads to a raucous adventure as big and unpredictable as the ocean itself – and a romance that nobody could have predicted.

It’s fish. It’s gay. It’s under da sea and ya gotta kiss the boy. I haven’t read it all yet but enough to vouch for it and to have some vested interest in the universe and its lore.

Enemies to lovers/10

Demon Highschool by Kiiyoko [ongoing]

After a compromise it was agreed that criminals would attend a "demons highschool" where they would work as slaves for demons And while it was all in good favor, things take a very dark and twisted turn at said, highschool.

There’s something, some kind of twist, about the MC which I haven’t gotten to yet, and which I am very interested to discover. I’m not quite sure how I feel about this one as of now, mostly curious I’d say.

Pet/10

Hooky by Miriam Bonastre Tur [completed]

Dani and Dorian have missed the bus of the school of magic. Now, they must find someone who teach them how to be a great and good witches... Or maybe not.

This one is a strange one about witchery and family. Surprisingly deep and serious at times, very enjoyable. Unfinished on Webtoon but a good start to get into the story.

Siblings/10

Loving Reaper by Jenny Jinya [ongoing]

Animals struggle. Pets and Wildlife alike. The reaper cares for their stories and helps them with the crossover. Short stories about the "Loving Reaper" to raise awareness and collect funds. Breaking hearts for a good cause.

Beautiful bittersweet stories about animals, pets, life and death and love.

Tissues/10

Batman: Wayne Family Adventures by StarBite, CRC Payne, Kielamel Siba, Lan Ma, C.M. Cameron, and Camille Cruz [ongoing]

Batman needs a break. But with new vigilante Duke Thomas moving into Wayne Manor and an endless supply of adopted, fostered, and biological superhero children to manage, Bruce Wayne is going to have his hands full. Being a father can't be harder than being Batman, right?

What if Bat-family but happy? Official comic, barely started, very fun.

Wholesome/10

The First Night With the Duke by MSG, Taeva, from an original work by Hwang DoTol [ongoing]

A handsome, selfish noble falls for a beautiful, kind commoner -- at least, that’s how the story’s supposed to go. When an average college student wakes up as Ripley, an extra in her favorite romance novel, she resolves to enjoy the luxuries of her character’s status while watching the novel's plot unfold from the sidelines. However, her plans are soon derailed when she finds herself in bed with no other than Duke Zeronis, the novel’s hero! Dodging the villainess’ schemes, the Duke’s advances, and her own feelings, can Ripley keep the story on track and survive beyond the first night?

Haven’t read that one but a very dear (and respectable) friend (*cough* @berigolote *cough*) of mine keeps pestering me to give it a try. So here it is, try it.

Do it before me and you get a cookie/10

HEART Anthology by Marvin.W, caw-chan and many other artists. [ongoing]

Featuring stories from the 2020 Short Story Contest! From wholesome stories to tearjerkers, are you ready to catch these feelings?

A collection of beautiful stories on the shorter side, all about the many kinds of love in life, the many beauties of it, and the pains that make it worth living.

Tears that warm the heart/10

In My Heart by Redfield42 [ongong]

Sasaki Mari is a typical delinquent troublemaker whose only goal is to get a boyfriend, but due to her reputation as bully and low grades, all the boys reject her. Then she decides to change her style, and asks for help from the student with the best grades in the class.

It starts off light and fund and progressively seems to delve a little bit more into the seriousness of life. Not a tragedy, however, and very much worth a read still.

I think I have a trope I like/10

My awkward princess by LazyArts [ongoing]

This love story is about a girl named Luna charlotte, and the student council president Alice Evelyn. Luna is a delinquent whom often gets in trouble, as Luna reaches the end of the line she almost gets expelled, now luna has to become a model student with the help of Alice. Will Luna be expelled or will she succeed, read to find out.

Along the lines of Not So Shoujo Love Story, In My Heart, and Susuhara is a Demon. Delinquent/Good Student meetcute, romantinc hijincks ensue.

Seduction/10

RAINBOW! by Rue & Sunny Gloom [ongoing]

This is the story of a girl named Boo. She has pink hair and a vivid imagination and she is about to discover a side of herself that she never considered before.

Okay, so yes, this one is also also a delinquent meets cute nice girl, but - BUT! - there’s an element of story telling that I love about it: the way we see Boo’s anxiety incorporated visually into the story. Just for that it is one of my favourite recent discoveries!

Protecc/10

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Okay, that’s all for part II. Hope you enjoy those as much as I do. Thanks for your attention, sorry for the length and, please, do keep on reading, they all deserve it! As do you.

PART I

#webtoon #webcomic #comic #comics #recommendations #part 2 #the return of the revenge #wlw #mlm #long post #mega thread #keep reading punk

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magpiemorality · 5 years

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May I request another continuation of the one with the handouts, please? It is Splendid and I Love It.

A little peek into the future!

One | Two | AO3

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High school was tough, that was undeniable on any level. But with friends, and fun, and a little bit of excitement for life it could grow to be very bearable. When Logan had first joined he’d expected every terrible teenage movie cliche to become true; he would be bullied for being nerdy and gay and small and wearing glasses and probably just about everything about himself. He hadn’t counted on Remus and Dee.

When they’d agreed to start this wild experiment/adventure/dating experience/whatever you wanted to call it, he’d thought sure. Why not? It would be fun maybe, and certainly made him feel pretty fluttery, but they’d end up giving him a polite no thank you in a few weeks when the novelty wore off.

So two years later he was feeling kinda confused, and a whole lot lucky.

“He’s going to forget his bag again, just you watch...” Dee muttered, as Remus fussed with the neighbour’s dog. He’d raced off while they were trying to leave the house, cooing over the giant friendly mutt and leaving his bag just inside the door. Sure enough, when they deliberately left it and walked to the street to meet him he managed to get halfway down the road before Logan couldn’t take it anymore and sent him back for it. Disaster boyfriend, honestly.

Once Remus had caught up to them they started the long and arduous process of deciding who got to share earbuds with who on the bus. “You listen to podcasts!” Remus complained, pouting at Logan. “I need more oomph in my journey, or else how do I stare dramatically out of the window like I’m a tragic heroine in a romance movie?!”

Dee ruffled his hair fondly. “You listen to yours, and I’ll listen to the podcast with Logan and you can pretend to be heartbroken because your lovers are eloping without you. Deal?”

“Ooh, deal!”

It was a pleasantly warm spring day, a good weekend for a trip into town. It was a date, technically, but they’d come far enough that dates were reserved for special things now, where Logan could dress up and Remus could get all the old roses his uncle was going to throw out of his flower shop for free, to fill their rooms with for a sweet day.

(He didn’t know that Logan pressed a petal from each one to carefully store away, or that Dee actually kept them until ever petal had fallen off, enjoying how long they could still last with a bit of love.)

“So I gotta go to the chemist, who’s coming with me, guys?” Logan asked, pushing up his glasses and pulling Remus’s hoodie off to tie around his waist so he could cool down a little. “Remus you are banned from the sex health aisle today, I really need Mr P to not mess up my prescription because he’s laughing too much again, it’s not worth the trip back tomorrow to swap it out again.”

Remus grinned. “But it was so worth it, Lollipop! That old lady was so scandalised, and she shut right up!”

“I know, but please, not today. Next time I might consider it though,” their nerd grinned. “Her face was very pleasant to observe.”

“Go get your meds, nerd, I’ll keep control of this one,” Dee chuckled, pecking a kiss to Logan’s cheek for the pleasure of watching him blush, and looping his arm through Remus’s to guide him to a nearby bench.

The day was as perfect as ever, of course, and Logan took a moment to gaze at his boyfriends when they were dozing together on the seats in front of him on the bus, all three pairs of legs tangled in the middle of the four seat section. He smiled, thinking about Prom and Graduation and all the amazing things they still had coming.

He couldn’t wait to see their faces when he told them the good news, too. He already had the binder ready and waiting...

#writepie #intruloceit #loceitmus #ts logan #ts deceit #ts remus #ts writing #ts sanders sides #ts sanders sides aus #ts sanders sides fic #sanders sides

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carlyfrombleachers · 4 years

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Liveblogging of TS6 (reputation)

Okay. Let me preface this by saying I don’t like Taylor Swift. I think she’s a boring artist, who brings close to nothing to the table. The reason I’m even listening to Reputation is because I keep getting recommended an interview of Jack Antonoff where he talks about New Year’s Day (which is a song on Reputation) and I really want to watch that but I also want to know what the fuck he’s talking about. So here we are. Don’t expect more stuff like this from me. I expect this to be just a one-off thing. Swifties, don’t fucking come after me or I will cry. The only other TS album I listened to was Lover, and I thought it was trash. Absolute garbage. And apparently this one is worse than Lover. I don’t know if I’ll regret this.

Let’s begin, I guess.

...Ready For It?

I keep thinking of that one voice clip from the Hannah Montana intro (?) where you faintly hear a girl say “are you ready for it?” and that’s my first impression just by looking at the title.

I’m hitting ‘play’ right now.

Oh nevermind, I forgot to pay Deezer this month. YouTube it is.

Hey look, Ajay is in my recommended. Queen of reactions.

Help what is this

rockstar taylor??

what the fuck is up with the beat

chorus felt weak. this is my first opinion im not done with the track

i looked at the music video for 3 seconds and i saw a horse bye

i was distracted by the music video help i dont like this

since i looked at the music video for just a lil while i should say it looks weird. it is weird in a bad way it looks like some knockoff cyberpunk thing.

why didnt she just name this “Are You Ready For It?”

I’m... not particularly blown away by this track. It’s fine. I wouldn’t bop to it but I wouldn’t object to it playing somewhere. It’s like... it’s decent.

End Game (ft. Ed Sheeran, Future)

I don’t know who Future is.

she said reputation haha thats the name of the album

ok future is a rapper i dont listen to rap thats why i dont know him

after listening to lover i cant believe this is the same woman this is so weird

not looking forward to the ed sheeran part

“i wanna be your end game” this wasnt really what i was expecting

fuck off ed sheeran (i just reached his part)

according to some tabloid lady gaga mistook ed sheeran for a waiter? i would do the same thing if i saw this redhead fuckface on the street as well lol

“big reputation, big reputation, you and me got a big reputation” so deep!!!

I guess I should take this time to-- is she rapping?

Sorry, I got distracted. I don’t think every song needs to be this huge deep piece that must be deeply analyzed for centuries, but I do expect some interesting message or context for a track at least. If it sounds good, I’d also give it a pass.

This one? This was boring. I would not verbally object to this playing close to me, I would just have a grossed out look on my face during the chorus.

I Did Something Bad

I keep reading the title in Akasaka Sad’s tune. You know the part where Rina says “A-ka-sa-ka sad, I’m a sucker”? I keep thinking “I did-I did something bad”. I don’t expect it to be like that.

“i never trust a narcissist but they love me” taylor talks about her fanbase

sorry to drag swifties publicly but i will forever take an opportunity to drag a swiftie

predictable antithesis use there with “i did something bad so why does it feel so good” but okay

why was taylor branded a snake again? she pretended it was “””gone””” with lover but like. it’s weird. its not like she punched kanye on stage in 2008 or something. i dont care enough to search for evidence that taylor is a snake so lol go off i guess

dont enjoy the post-chorus part where she’s like drddddddd dddddddd it feels so distracting the gunshots were more than enough

Yeah, this one was fine. My favorite up to this point, I think.

Don’t Blame Me

lol she said “dont blame me” then it buffered bye

i was showering for the past 25 minutes hello i was listening to track 10 and melodrama

i am enjoying this one kinda

“dont blame me love made me crazy” haha wait until you find out what your next era is

“i once was poison ivy now im your daisy” this is a pretty good line honestly

obligatory katy flop moment: haha taylor could hit the high notes in daisy

this sounds like a country song especially in the chorus i dont know what to really make of it

“loooord save me” this is why your female fans are called horse girls

This was... pretty good. The chorus weirds me out still, but it had its good moments. It was nice.

Delicate

stop saying reputation in the reputation album

this autotune voice bits of hers are so distracting

i say as i listen to how i’m feeling now by charli xcx

yes i did just roast myself. gotta leave the swifties with nothing

god the music video for this track has 400m views this woman is making my faves look like indie stars LOL

I keep getting distracted because this song is boring. It’s... okay. I guess. The music video was pretty cute. Nothing caught my attention in the track, but it sounds like gym music. It would play on a gym owned by a 30-something white woman during the yoga classes and you know it.

Look What You Made Me Do

We’ve all heard this song. I’m gonna listen to it and then be done with it.

I guess I’ll just watch the music video.

ONE BILLION VIEWS????????????

Okay. I watched the music video.

Really? All the fem guys dancing with her?

I’m not going to sit here and be like “fem guys are BAD and should all die and never be represented” because… lol. But it is kind of annoying how it was literally just fem guys dancing with her and doing all those faces because you KNOW she was looking for the impressionable gays to go “omg taylor progressive!!!!” and go talk about it on social media.

But am I saying that because I don’t like Taylor? Yes. But that doesn’t make my point less valid.

The music video was pretty good, the production on this track is really good (thank you Jack Antonoff xx) and the track itself is good. Not outstanding or perfect or a serve, it’s good.

Also the ending with all her previous eras? That was cool. The uncool part is most of the “look how rich I am” parts… because we all know you’re rich, Taylor. Nice SFX.

So It Goes…

i got an ad whyyyyyyy

fuck this shit i cant keep up with what shes saying im pulling genius out for this one

this is not lyrically deep i can tell already from genius

im not a fan of love songs i already have CRJ to cover that base and Lorde covers breakup songs I guess and this song is just. boring. lol

Nothing really shocking or noteworthy here, it’s just.. okay.

Gorgeous

I got another ad FUCK

i got a boss baby ad help

god boss baby really was something huh i completely forgot about that

why am i talking about boss baby

okay. reputation

why did a baby say gorgeous

HELP i am so disappointed this is the one track with the lyric video and god this is disappointing

i saw this and i was like “oh shit shes gonna talk about how its gonna be gorgeous when u die” or smth and

lol. LOL. the depth is nonexistent and the bar is in hell

who wrote this? you lied

This song is so boring, LOL. I expected so much from it and was instantly disappointed when the pre-chorus hit. You had everything on your plate and you ate the plate itself. Girl. What the hell. Why. You could’ve given us an anthem about hating your man, and you took the easy route.

Getaway Car

im intrigued

okay im listening and this sounds very jack antonoff? the shotgun thing made me immediately go o_o

it felt a bit weak at the end but at the start i was enjoying it quite a lot… i think this is my fave

I enjoyed this one quite a lot :) It was pretty good but not an amazing masterpiece. It was better than LWTMMD and that’s all I have to say.

King Of My Heart

sounds boring haha

taylor keeps putting these trap beats in things sister youre not lorde LOL

yeah this is kinda boring

WAIT A MINUTE NEW YEARS DAY IS THE LAST TRACK???? IM GONNA HAVE TO STICK UNTIL THE END oh my god please no

i dont. i .. i knew this would be happening but i didnt expect it to be the last one

i guess the timing is accurate ha ha ha ha

i just heard ariana grande

I keep hearing Ariana Grande on this track. Is that good? I don’t know.

Dancing With Our Hands Tied

why are there so many songs in this fucking album

the beat is.. okay. it is catchy

oh i like this i think. its pretty nice

the chorus is nice. yes. i do kind of enjoy this

Yeah, I liked this one. Pretty good writing, and it sounds great.

Dress

wtf is this song why is it so horny

horny taylor is weird stop being horny please

this song is okay i would not revisit it because its just weird. do not like this!!!

when carly rae jepsen says slide on through my window it is funny but when taylor sings i bought this dress so you could take it off i die

oh that second of silence was really good

[looks at the producer] [it’s jack antonoff] :)

This song weirds me out. I don’t like it. It had its moments production-wise but it was... weird.

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

I expect good things from this. With a title like that? Give me a bop.

Currently not being a bop.

Okay, it was cute. Nothing amazing. Just… fine. Cute attempt.

oh i liked the spoken part thats what i expected from this song

Call It What You Want

this is about genitalia this is my prediction

It was not about genitalia.

This song is pretty good if you remove all the mentions to her lover and her man and her baby, which are all the same person, I guess.

This is disappointing.

JACK ANTONOFF BACKING VOCALS

I LOVE YOU JACK

umm anyways

OH HE DID IT AGAIN IM GONNA CRY i love this man

I expected so much from this track and the chorus just… disappointed me.

JACK!!! I LOVE YOU!!!! KEEP SINGING!!!!!

i love this man im gonna cry

The highlight of this song is the part where Jack Antonoff sings.

New Year’s Day

wow the reason why im doing this shit

look at him. :)

this song was cute. nothing special. just cute. very okay.

just. okay. yeah. pretty fine.

nothing special.

Final Thoughts On The Album

It was better than Lover.

I expected this to be a concept album, all about the drama she’s gotten into? But it was just boring love songs with some extra flair. I expected great things from this album, having only heard LWYMMD from it before this. A concept album that’s just an answer/clapback to everyone’s who wronged her à la Yellow Flicker Beat (I know it’s for a movie but that song slaps and I don’t know a thing about Hunger Games) would’ve been PERFECT but it was just... love songs. I need Taylor to stop singing about love and start serving us big meals.

I would not like to revisit this. Like, 5/10. It could’ve been a lot better, but it wasn’t because you’re too afraid to cross some lines, Taylor.

Final Ranking:

Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Getaway Car

Look What You Made Me Do

I Did Something Bad

Don’t Blame Me

New Year’s Day

Call It What You Want

...Ready For It?

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

So It Goes...

End Game (feat. Ed Sheeran, Future)

Dress

Delicate

King Of My Heart

Gorgeous

taylor flop stream gone now

#taylor swift #liveblog #liveblogging #reputation #swifties dont kill me thanks #i dont like taylor swift why did i do this #music

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mercheswan · 5 years

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Celebrating the start of The Bachelor Season in America (I’m from Spain and I can’t explain why I find this show so fascinating. The whole idea of it is so stupid and trashy that you just have to love it 😂). I like to play with different universes so... here comes the STEO BACHELOR AU.

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Theo is chosen to be the newest Bachelor. This season is going to be one for the books as is the first time that the Bachelor likes boys, and therefore if everything goes according to the plan, the show will end with a gay wedding.

Theo is excited, he has always had bad luck when it comes to love. He believes his future husband is waiting for him in that mansion.

Stiles can’t believe what’s about to happen. He never applied to be in the Bachelor. “Damm it Lydia... one thing is to arrange a blind date and another to apply in my name for me to appear on national television” Stiles screamed almost near to hyperventilate.

“Come on Stiles... don’t be such a drama queen, I did this because I love you and I want you to have a good time with a hot boy” Lydia said with a inocent face.

“I don’t need to go to a TV show to have a good time, I’ll just go to a bar!!” Stiles signed. There was no wining against Lydia. “You know that the purpose of this show is to find a fiancé right? I don’t even want to get marry yet!!”

Lydia just stared at his friend. “Look you are competing against 29 people. I will not tolerate for you to be eliminated on the first night, but there is really a very slim chance that you will be the final rose. Besides, this will be good promotion. You are starting a new business as a crime consultant, this is basically free advertisement. Just be yourself you are funny, smart and pretty, the audience is going to love you” Lydia concludes her speech with a pat on his shoulder.

Stiles just accepted his fate and began to consider the advantages that Lydia just mentioned. He has an annoying personality, so even if by some miracle the Bachelor liked his looks, he could just pester him to the point of being sent home.

A month later, the show send him the information of the Bachelor, who has been selected. It was still a secret so Stiles has sworn to silence. He opened the email and Stiles was nervous, what if the guy was completely the opposite of his type. What if he was a total jerk.

When Stiles looked at the picture of his future... lover?... he was left speechless. Oh. Wow. He was hot. Okay maybe hot didn’t even began to cover it. He was the true descendant of Apollo god of beauty. The photo of his profile showed a muscular man, that looked delicious with a suit. His hands, god, Stiles wanted him to press him to the nearest surface. His face... blue eyes and a mouth that promised an exciting time. Yep he is Stiles type, he would totally go for him if he ever met him face to face.

His name was Theodore Allen Raeken. He had the same age as him and he worked as a gym instructor and personal coach, he even trained some celebrities.

“I can totally go in your place Stiles, if you are still unsure about this situation” Mason said looking at the photo on the computer. Liam hit him on the head while rolling his eyes. “Told you, you were going to have a good time” Lydia smiled at Stiles. “Yeah man...bring a fiancé back home” Scott joked laughing. Stiles was determinated to at least get a kiss from the guy before being sent back home. He could do this.

On the first night, both Stiles and Theo were a wreck of nerves. Theo has to meet so many guys who proclaimed to be interested in him. He had to decide who to give the first impression rose. He was sure the majority of the men that came to the show didn’t intend to pursue a relationship, they just wanted the fame and promotion that came with the show. He had to chose carefully. One by one Theo met his suitors but one of the caught his eye for the very first moment that he exited the limo.

Stiles waited in his limo to met Theo (he had spied him on social media, yes, you can’t really blame him, and his friends referred to him as that), he was feeling unsure. ‘Why would a guy like him notice a guy like me’ Stiles tought to himself. When the limo stared to drive towards the mansion, Stiles prepared himself. He excited the limo and looked at Theo who responded with a big smile. ‘God he is gorgeous’ Stiles thought. He was so caught up with Theo that he almost missed the camera man that had be following him to record the meeting. ‘Do not forget this is a TV show! There are going to be cameras an people following you all the time!!’ Stiles’s mind screamed on the inside.

Stiles was clumsy, and if you put obstacles on his way the catastrophe is guaranteed. So yeah he ended up almost crushing Theo. He fell directly into his arms. Thank heavens that Theo is a strong guy or both of them would be kissing the pavement. But maybe not everything is a disaster because Theo grabbed him and looked at Stiles in the eyes. He really looked. What the cameras recorded at that moment was two men holding each other and completely immersed in their bubble.

Theo asked him if he was Ok. Stiles nodded embarrassed and introduced himself as he had rehearsed with the producers of the show. Theo saw a spark in this boy. He was different from the rest. He was imperfect, and he was so perfect because of that. He was clumpsy, and he talked fast and was sarcastic. Theo was captivated.

When Stiles met the rest of the contestants, no one thought of him as real competition. So when he gained the first impression rose, everyone was left astonished. Stiles couldn’t believe it himself. Theo found him interesting.

The show advanced and so did Stiles. Lydia was right by the way, when the show aired, Stiles was the fan favourite. Everyone was rooting for him to win at the different challenges and games that the show created.

With each date Theo fell more and more for Stiles. And so did Stiles. Theo was not all muscle, he had a beautiful brain and their personalities were similar. They really enjoyed the other one’s company. Theo always has a rose reserved to give to Stiles.

Stiles ended up being one of the four last men, which meant that he got the chance to go with Theo to the fantasy suite. The name was cheesy but Stiles was excited to be alone with Theo. No cameras. The fantasy suite was associated with sex and Stiles was waiting for that too if was being honest.

When the door of the suite closed, Theo was on top of Stiles in seconds. Stiles gave in, enjoying every kiss and every touch. He had really fell in love with a man in a realty show.

After they finished their second round, Stiles gained the courage to say to Theo what he needed to say. “Theo” Stiles whispered in the others skin. Theo hummed in content he was on cloud nine. “I need to tell you something” Stiles continued. Theo moved to face his lover. “I... don’t know how to start...” Stiles stumbled on his words.

“Just say it love, you don’t have to keep anything from me” Theo assured Stiles with a smile.

“I don’t want to get married” Stiles blurted out. Theo froze. He felt his heart start to break. He looked at Stiles with a devastated face.

“Why not...?” Theo whispered holding back his tears.

“I feel to young to get marry already. I thought we could try to date in the real world... that is if you chose me in the end... I love you Theo, I would like to give this a try...” Stiles found the words he wanted to share with his loved one. Theo looked at him with a surprised face. ‘God I messed up... of course he wasn’t going to chose me...’ Stiles thought.

Theo grabbed his face. “Say it again” Theo said.

“What” Stiles asked confused.

“Do you really love me? Say it again Stiles please” Theo insisted

Oh. “I do. I love you Theodore Allen Raeken” Stiles proclaimed with a smile.

“I love you too” Theo said and he kissed Stiles. Round three here we come.

Some people will say that the end of this season was not exciting at all. Because the winner was very clear to all the Bachelor fans. But who cares when you get to see true love blossom while sitting in your couch drinking whine and watching TV.

The producers told Theo and Stiles that the show had to end with a proposal. So they came to an agreement. Yes to the engagement, but the wedding will wait.

When Stiles arrived home with a man under his arms everyone was astonished. Lydia proclaimed herself the Best Lady of the future wedding. Stiles didn’t dare to contradict her.

The was no doubt that this season is The Bachelor was a total success.

#steo #steo au #steo fic #theo raeken #stiles stilinski #stiles x theo #teen wolf #teen wolf au #the bachelor universe #the bachelor

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forever-forgotten-angel · 5 years

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True Love’s Quest Chapter 1

Sooooo....I had a dream that was basically a full length musical movie about this gay Prince and his Knight and their love story and I was like “Well I can’t force Disney to make this for me so I might as well Thvi-ify it right?” .....So here we are. This story is made up of what I can remember of the dream and me embellishing it to make it work. Hope you all enjoy!

PS: The bold and italicized bits are the singing. I attempted to write songs. I’m sorry.

Warnings: Language and sexual innuendo (Remus is in this so...yeah). My bad attempts at songwriting. Romantic Thomas/Virgil. Sympathetic Deceit and Remus. Genders of some characters changed because I wanted to keep them to the genders of the characters that were in my dream (Roman and Patton are Princesses, Logan is a High Priestess of Magic if you were wondering exactly who). Think that’s it but let me know if you see anything I should add!

Once upon there was a love story unfolding in a beautiful and mystical kingdom, a love story that was in peril of coming to and end, and not a happy one.

Our story begins with the King and Queen of the gorgeous kingdom of Namor. King Jasper and Queen Talia were honorable rulers, doing their best to rule justly and generously. They had three children. Their oldest was Prince Thomas, in line to soon take over as king. Their middle child was Princess Roman, regarded by the whole kingdom as the most magnificent and lovely princess the land had ever known. Their youngest and final child was Princess Patton.

Prince Thomas was nearing his 30th birthday, and thus the time he would be taking over as the King of Namor, and his parents stepping down, to enjoy their final years at peace with their family, having ruled for many years. As was tradition, the day exactly half a year before the new King’s coronation day, the Crown Prince would announce his choice of bride with a wedding set for a mere fortnight after the announcement. That day had finally arrived for prince Thomas, and his parents were eager for the event.

King Jasper and Queen Talia: Today’s the day we’ve waited for, for our son shall decide

Who within the kingdom walls he chooses as his bride

The one to rule beside him as our kingdom becomes theirs

While we spend our final years relaxing, and doting on the heirs

Through this marriage, our future is born and the process begins again

They will raise their children to take their place and have their own retirement

For that’s the way it’s always been

We all know that a King must have a Queen

The future King was also wide awake and eager as he rushed through the halls back to his bed chambers. He was not yet dressed for the day, but that barely crossed his mind in his excitement. As he reached his destination he flung open the doors and as he had expected a knight already dressed in his dark armor with the kingdoms crest embossed into it was sitting on his bed, his gaze lighting up upon seeing Thomas, though he gave a scowl in the Prince’s direction.

“I am your knight Sire, I am meant to accompany you everywhere. Yet this is the latest of many times in the past year that you have snuck out without me in the early hours of the day.” It is true that this knight had been assigned to his protection duty since he turned eighteen. His knight had turned the same age that year, and they had grown up the best of friends. No one was more dedicated to his protection than the man before him. He smiled at the night and closed the door behind him.

Rushing over he pressed a kiss to his knight’s lips as he slid forward to sit on the man’s lap. “Sorry, love.” He sweetened his apology with another kiss, his night leaning in as it deepened. It took a few minutes before the knight pulled back with a sigh. “We should stop doing that Thomas. We won’t be able to after today.” Thomas grinned as he brought a small book in his hand to the knight’s attention. “That’s what you think Virgil.”

Virgil glanced at the book curiously but was still unconvinced. “You already asked your parents if you could marry me instead of one of the ladies of the kingdom. They said you couldn’t.” Thomas shook his head. “No they said I couldn’t marry someone who couldn’t provide me and the kingdom with a child. A future ruler.” Virgil tilted his head in confusion. “What’s the difference?” Thomas took one of his knight’s hands, bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss before placing the book into it, opening it to a freshly marked page. “This.”

Thomas: I remember crystal clear, my parents did decree

That if not for one little thing they’d let you marry me

Our marriage just could not provide the kingdom with an heir

So I scoured all the library shelves and guess what I found there

This is the answer we’ve been searching for, it’s the miracle we need

Just look! It’s perfect! Our problem is solved! Go on and take a read

“This is what I have been doing in the mornings when I sneak away. Research. I didn’t want to bring you along because you get too little sleep as it is. But I was determined to find a way for us to be together, and I have. Just in time too.” Thomas’ voice was cheerful and full of love as he directed Virgil’s eyes down to the page he had turned to.

Virgil looked down at the page, scanning over it shrewdly. Thomas watched as his face changed into an expression of tentative hope. “You really think this will work?” Thomas cupped his lover’s face in his hands. “It has to.” Virgil’s lips had a small smile on them as he asked his next question. “And you are sure you want to do this?” Thomas hoped the kiss he gives Virgil in response to that fully extinguishes and trace of doubt, but just in case he emphasizes it with passionate words.

Thomas: I won’t let us be parted by anything

I believe that a King can have a King

“Will you do this with me Virgil? I know you get anxious-” Virgil cut his Prince off with a quick but loving kiss to Thomas’ forehead, pulling back to look straight into the eyes that he loved to get lost in. “You’re worth it. We’re worth it. We’re worth fighting for.” Virgil watched as the eyes before him lit up with pure joy, the sight making his heart melt. “We’re worth fighting for.” Thomas repeated in agreement before reluctantly getting up off of Virgil’s lap.

There was an announcement to get ready for after all.

An hour later, the King and Queen stood proudly beside their son on the steps of the castle, his knight fidgeted nervously as he stood behind the prince, knowing what was about to happen. The Princesses stood further back, there to support their brother. “It is time Prince Thomas, to announce to our fair kingdom of Namor which lucky lady you choose to one day rule at your side. So tell us, who is to be your Queen?” It seemed that everyone in the kingdom had come to hear the announcement yet you couldn’t hear a single peep among the large crowd as the King finished speaking. All were awaiting the Crown Prince’s response with bated breath.

Thomas fought the urge to glance back at Virgil as he spoke as loud and clear as he could manage. “I choose my knight, l Sir Virgil to rule by my side as my King.” The crowd gasped before descending into murmured chaos. Thomas reached behind him to take Virgil’s hand, trying to calm the clearly nervous warrior, as he met the reproachful gaze of his father with his own.

King Jasper: Son, we’ve been through this already, your union can not be

I won’t let the passing of the royal bloodline end with your mother and me

I know what you think your love is worth

But this has been planned since before your birth

Thomas: Father, I have found a way we can both have what we planned

Your kingdom will have a royal heir and I will have my true love’s hand

Just listen! And you will understand

“There is a magical ritual father, a ritual that will allow an heir of mine and Virgil’s blood to be carried in the womb of another. All we need is someone who can perform the spell, a willing carrier, and a few drops of mine and Virgil’s blood.” Thomas showed the book to his father. The King took the book over to the court librarian to confirm it’s authenticity. Once that was done he returned to his son, looking at his determined face. The determination in Thomas’ face was matched by his tone as he spoke his next words. “When we discussed this last year you both said if Virgil was able to provide an heir than you would allow me to marry him.”

Thomas: It’s all right there, we can have everything

I love him. Please let him be my King

It was clear from the look on the King and Queen’s faces that they did not expect their son to actually go and find a way for Virgil to give him an heir. Nonetheless, Japer and Talia were not the type of royals to go back on their word, not were they the type of parents to deny their son’s happiness unless absolutely necessary. The Princesses were nodding encouragingly at their parents, clearly trying to urge them to agree. Both knew how much this meant to their older brother. With a simple look to each other, the rulers had a silent exchange before both nodded.

“Very well Thomas. If you can find a magical being willing and able to perform this spell, we will allow you to marry your knight.” The noise of the crowd grew as those closest to the front of the steps spread the news of what was going on through all the way to the back. Soon the whole kingdom knew what their Prince aimed to do.

Large smiles made their way onto both Thomas and Virgil’s faces. “Thank you father. Thank you mother. Thank you so mu-” His father held up his right hand for silence. “On one condition. It must be done within a week. The wedding must go ahead as planned in a fortnight as tradition dictates and you will need at least a week to fully prepare. Therefore I can only give you seven days. If you do not have someone who can perform this magic in the kingdom walls by then, I am afraid you will have to choose a bride. I’m sorry son.” Thomas’ face didn’t lose it’s determination for even a moment. “I will find someone.”

But would he? Or would the Prince and the Knight’s story be destined to end in tragedy?

Only time, seven days to be precise, would tell.

Roman looked up from his personal handwritten book of fairytales with a grin. “So what do you think?” His brother swallowed a bite of deodorant before speaking. “What if Prince Thomas and his Knight just slaughter the kingdom and then fuck on the castle steps, finally free of judgement?” Roman huffed. “Ignoring you. Anyone else got an opinion?”

The moral side spoke up next. “Why are you and I Princesses instead of Princes?” Logan added on before Roman could speak. “Also, ‘regarded by the whole kingdom as the most magnificent and lovely princess the land had ever known’, a bit egoistic don’t you think?” Roman ignored Logan’s question as he answered Patton. “I don’t know Padre, I based it on a dream I had and I didn’t want to change Princesses to Princes. Besides, I think we would make lovely Princesses.” Patton smiled widely at the light creative side’s answer. “We sure would Kiddo.”

“I thought it was a good opening Roman.” Roman grinned happily. “Thank you Deceit! Wait...do you actually mean that it was bad?” The scaled side gasped as if offended. “Of course not.” Roman scrutinized Deceit. “But is that a lie?” Deceit just smirked and raised an eyebrow this time, clearly enjoying being a little shit. Roman conceded with a sigh. “Well thanks...I think.” Deceit chuckled lowly. “You’re welcome...and I did mean it.” The words were said as sincerely as the deceitful side could manage and Roman perked up a bit.

“What about you two?” The Princely asked, his gaze focused on the two love birds cuddling in Thomas’ recliner. “Is something bad going to happen to Thomas?” Virgil asked, tone making it clear he did not want to hear anything of the sort. “Relax sweetheart, even if it does, it’s just a story. I’m right here beside you. Though I do hope Prince Thomas and Sir Virgil’s story ends well…” The host trailed of, looking at Roman for answers. He didn’t get any.

“You’ll just have to wait and see.”

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vino-and-doggos · 6 years

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Duality, chapter 1

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Length: 3844 words

Rated: Explicit

Status: Incomplete (chapter 1 of ?)

Summary: Roy Mustang is a young man, dealing with his burgeoning sexuality, a difficult alchemy teacher and his hard-set daughter, and a good-looking cadet that also likes quiche.

Chapter warnings: Explicit descriptions of the mechanics of gay sex.

Endless thanks and praise to @flourchildwrites for beta-ing and nuturing this fic from the beginning. She’s actually kind of the best.

Nothing in Chris Mustang’s life ever happened predictably, and that suited her just fine. Most people finished school, got a job, found their soulmate, got married, had kids, lived happily ever after, and died still married to their first love.

Women had their own set of rules. “Speak only when spoken to. No cussing. And for God’s sake, Christine, keep your legs together unless some gentleman makes an honest woman out of you!” And, once an “honest woman” was made, she was expected to spend her days barefoot and pregnant, chained to a kitchen.

Chris realized early on that was not something that she wanted. Love? Sure. Wifely duties? Not so much. She didn’t want any part of bearing children. Cooking was not her forte. And Chris absolutely loved a good pair of shoes.

Chris thought she found the love of her life when she was fourteen. She dropped out of school to follow him around the world and was disowned by her parents in the process. But after her lover got what he wanted from her, the jerk tossed her aside faster than last year’s model of automail in Rush Valley.

However, Chris was not one to stay down. Picking herself up by her bootstraps, she made her way in the world by taking up a tried and true profession. Chris earned every cenz of her keep between the sheets of a brothel bed, lowering herself to an extreme that flustered the well-bred ladies of her family’s social circle. Better that than crawling back to her parents.

The Amestrian dream of love, children, and white picket fences seemed unattainable in this line of work; so she set her sights on something different. The young prostitute truly enjoyed what she did - not necessarily the sex, although that could be pleasurable, depending on the client. Rather, the espionage, the secrets she learned from her customers - that was what she truly preferred in her career.

Plus, leaving a man gasping for air through waves of ecstasy held a certain power. Chris liked that power. Knowing that she was good at what she did, knowing that she could learn the secrets that she could learn, and getting a bit of pleasure for herself on the side left her feeling more freedom than she had ever experienced under the iron fist of her father and the prim, proper, punctuality of her mother.

After a number of years, Chris saved enough money to purchase the bar and brothel from the ailing owner. She was, of course, the best at what she did, and the transition from prostitute to Madam was seamless.

What she didn’t expect, however, was a phone call. A phone call about her brother. A phone call about her now-dead brother. And his surviving child.

Madam Christmas, as she was now known, suddenly had a five-year-old boy. She had no clue that her parents had died, not that she cared. Her brother had reached out a few times over the years, informing her of his marriage and, later, of his son, her nephew.

But to keep Philip and his family’s reputation as clean as possible, she never returned his correspondence. It wasn’t right that Philip, as well as the sister-in-law and the nephew that she had never met, should be punished by society for her sins. Not getting to know her nephew was tough, and looking at the grainy photograph that her brother sent a few years ago made Chris regret her line of work for the first time.

Philip probably assumed Chris rejected him, just as their parents had done to her. Likewise, he hadn’t even bothered to tell Chris that their parents had passed on. Hopefully, he didn’t mind that she was his only living relative to take in his son.

She learned a lot about her nephew - Roy - and about being a parent very quickly. The boy was kind of like her in some ways: a bit different than his peers, an outsider. However, he was much more intelligent than Chris could ever claim to be. He was sharp as a tack, always questioning the world around him, always wanting to learn more.

Chris never intended to be a mother, and with her connections, it wouldn't have been hard to hide the boy away. She knew bars and brothels, especially hers with its seedy history and paper thin walls, were no place to bring up children. But Roy was different in the way he looked, thought, and acted. Those beautiful almond eyes, dark like Phillip's, but with the pleasant hints of his mother's Xingese gentility, bore right into Chris' heart. There was no doubt about it. She and Roy were cut from the same cloth. And besides that, Chris’s parents disowned her, not the other way around. In her mind, family was family.

Roy became close with her girls, charming them with his smirkish smile almost immediately. The girls would pretend to swoon over him, all the while Chris’s smirk was nearly identical to Roy’s as she watched them interact.

Roy figured out around age 7 what the “bar” really was, and what his “sisters” really did. When he confronted Chris about it, she didn’t deny it - he was going to find out eventually, anyway. Shockingly, Roy didn’t recoil as she confirmed his suspicions; it just made him all the more protective of the girls as he grew.

As the years progressed, and the Madam and Roy lived together, they learned even more about one another. Chris didn’t quite realize what she was getting into when she got the phone call that her brother had died and she accepted Roy into her home, but she certainly wasn’t expecting a feisty child that would go after anyone who he thought treated any of the girls wrong.

Maybe she just wasn’t used to young boys? No, that wasn’t it. She remembered her brother being young and overprotective, too - that must be where Roy got his plucky nature from.

Roy was a good kid. A bright child. When he was young, he quickly learned math and was able to produce change from the till before even attending primary school. As he grew older, he held intelligent conversations about contemporary politics with the men that frequented the bar. He read classic novels that Madam Christmas hadn’t been able to finish. And yet, he still wasn’t applying himself in school. Poor kid must be bored, she thought to herself, and that’s when the metaphorical light bulb flickered into existence. I need to find him a tutor.

Mere weeks later, Madam Christmas saddled Roy with one of the finest tutors in Central City. To her delight, he excelled. Chemistry seemed to be the boy’s strong suit, and soon, he was able to rattle off numerous chemical compositions.

At the suggestion of his tutor, Roy picked up a few basic alchemy books to see if he had an affinity for the subject. And he did. The mischief-maker started to transmute things left and right, leaving alchemical scores in the tables, chairs, walls, and floors. To be honest, Roy’s new hobby grated on Chris’s nerves, but if it made the boy happy, she would gladly bear it.

Madam always wanted better for the girls that she took in. But this was the first time that she really thought about Roy and his future. She always assumed that Roy would grow up here, continue to work in the bar, maybe get an office job when he was old enough. Now, she was starting to reconsider.

Honestly, she thought, I should see if I can find him an actual alchemy teacher. Maybe see if he can apprentice under someone.

Chris wasn’t exactly overjoyed thinking about sending Roy away to learn. Despite the fact that Roy had been with her for quite a few years now, she felt like he just got there, only to be carted off to someone somewhere else. But at the same time, there was only so much that small-time tutors could teach him. He needed more.

She pondered this for many nights, until she realized that sending him away wouldn’t mean that he wasn’t hers any longer or that he wouldn’t have a home to come back to. Sending him away to learn more about alchemy would only open doors for him as he got older.

Chris knew a few people who had to know of someone looking for an alchemy apprentice. Sitting down to write some letters, she hoped she was making the right choice. He can always decide that he doesn’t want to go, she rationalized. Roy seemed to truly have an affinity for the science, and who was she to deny him this possibility?

As gruff and as surly as Madam Christmas appeared on the outside, on the inside was a woman who was as fond of her Roy-Boy as she was protective.

One evening, shortly after Roy turned 13, a young man came into the establishment that the Mustangs called home. He looked so young, but Chris knew that the doorman wouldn’t have let him in without proper ID. Must have just turned 18, she thought with a slight frown. And that’s when she saw it. The Look. That glazed-over, jaw hanging open, a-bomb-could-go-off-and-they-wouldn’t-even-notice-it kind of look. But not from any of her girls.

No… This look belonged to none other than Roy Mustang.

Eyeballing the customer up and down, she took in his appearance. He was slender, maybe a little lanky, with dark, slicked-back hair and light blue eyes. A very striking combination. He dressed sharply, too - slim cut dress slacks, a white button-down shirt, and a vest that was obviously tailored to fit him. The striking customer shed his jacket and carefully folded it over his left arm. Chris chuckled out loud and murmured to herself, “Well, at least the boy has good taste.”

She watched as Roy made his way over to the young man under the pretense of serving him. Roy rarely actually worked in the bar. He usually milled around, pestering the girls, who were never really bothered by him being there, and talking to the customers, who could never really be bothered with his presence. The fact that he was approaching the table before any of Madam’s girls were was… fascinating.

“H-hi! Would you like something to drink?” Roy stammered, a nervous energy radiating from him.

“Hi, yourself,” the gentleman smiled back. “Thank you, yes; two fingers of whiskey on the rocks?”

“Sure thing! I’ll be right back!” he said quickly and eagerly, ready to please. Chris saw his fast pace stutter as he made it about halfway back to the bar. He has no clue what two fingers of whiskey means, she realized, stifling a laugh.

Roy approached the bartender, one of his older sisters named Anna, and in quiet whispers managed to ask what exactly this customer was requesting from the bar. Subtlety, Chris noticed, Anna told him what bottle to grab, how much ice to place in the glass, and then when to stop pouring from the bottle. She took note that Anna allowed Roy to do all of this himself. And probably a good thing, too - the young customer hadn’t taken his eyes off of Roy.

As the man took a seat at a booth in the corner, his eyes continued to follow Roy scuttling around behind the bar. The boy’s not for sale, and you best not try anything if you want to keep all parts of yourself intact, Chris snarled as she thought to herself. Keeping an eye on her nephew became her new task for the evening. After a few drinks and a goodbye nod in Roy’s direction, the young man stood up and exited the bar, never inquiring about the extra services provided in the upstairs rooms.

On his way out the door, Chris caught his eye, looked meaningfully at Roy, and shot him a look. He had the sense to look scared as he slowly backed out of the bar, breaking eye contact with Chris only when the door swung shut.

For the next few nights, Roy’s eyes would snap to the door every time someone would walk in. He was disappointed more than a few times over, but eventually, a few weeks later, the man returned. And kept coming back.

Over the next year or so, Chris found that William was his name and that he had moved to Central for work. William didn’t know that Madam Christmas’ establishment was anything more than a bar at first, and he struggled with the idea of coming back after his initial visit.

Nevertheless, as William told the story, nobody quite provided the drinks like Christmas did, always with a quick wink in Roy’s direction. That could be taken innocently, mused Chris - until she looked at Roy, that is. With stars in his eyes, he looked back at William, a faint flush dusting his cheeks.

Internally, Chris groaned. And so it begins. I thought I had a few more years of peace… I should have known better.

One night, Roy was so enamored by William that he knocked over an entire bottle of fine red wine. The alcohol wasn’t that big of a loss, if Chris was being honest with herself. However, the customer that Roy spilled the majority it on… well, he probably wasn’t coming back. And that was truly unfortunate, since he was typically the one spilling something after a few drinks.

Chris called Roy into her private office the following morning. They needed to talk.

“Yes, Aunt Chris?” Always Aunt Chris in private. Always Madam Christmas in public.

“Have a seat, Roy-Boy,” Chris said, motioning to the overstuffed armchair in front of the fireplace. Roy sat down with a slight air of nerves. Chris realized that he probably thought that this was about him spilling the wine. I am definitely going to remember this for years, she thought, a small smile playing on her face.

“So,” she began, “you’re attracted to men.”

Roy’s face exploded into no less than ten different shades of red, and he began spluttering. “That’s - what - how - I - I don’t know what you’re talking about!” he blustered.

Oh yes, thought Chris. For years.

Chris leveled her eyes at him and stated flatly, “I’m not blind, kid. I’ve been in this business a long time. I know what attraction looks like.”

Roy’s head dropped as he looked at the floor in front of him. “What are you going to do with me?” he asked quietly.

“What?” Suddenly Chris wasn’t thinking about laughing any more. This wasn’t something she thought he would ask.

He took a deep breath, looked back up at her, and squared his jaw. “I said, what are you going to do with me?”

“‘Do with you’?” Chris repeated. “I’m not gonna do anything ‘with’ you, kid! I just want to know you’re safe!”

The look on Roy’s face was pure confusion. Homosexuality was by no means illegal, but it wasn’t exactly smiled upon, either. Many families chose to send their “afflicted” family members away. The Madam had always scoffed at that idea - family was family. Chris Mustang was a lot of things. A sex worker, a bar maid, a brothel mother, and now a foster mother to her nephew. One thing she wasn’t, though, was discriminatory.

“Listen, Roy. I don’t care who or what you’re attracted to. I’ve employed men here before, too, but you probably don’t remember, since you were pretty young when the last one left. Sex between men is fine, if that’s what you’re in to. However, sex between men is something that isn’t as easy as that birds and the bees stuff I told you about before. Things are different.”

Roy scoffed, “Well, obviously,” and rolled his eyes.

Such a damn teenager, Chris thought to herself. “Alright then, smarty-pants, do you want to explain the mechanics of gay sex to me?”

Any color that was in Roy’s face drained. “Well… you just… there’s no vaginal canal… so there’s not any… penetration…” he said haltingly. Chris shook her head.

“I’m not sure whether to be thankful that you haven’t actually done anything or disappointed that you haven’t figured it out on your own yet. I’m going to choose to believe the first one. In the meantime, though, I think you better let me take the reins on this talk, kid. First thing, yes, there can be penetration. However, the anus doesn’t make its own lubricant like the female body does.”

“The what?” Roy weakly uttered.

“You heard me, boy. Anus. A-N-U-S. No lube. If you’re planning on having penetrative sex, always make sure you have some. If you don’t have conventional lubricant, something like olive oil would work. Do you remember what I told you about why foreplay is important with women?”

Despite the somewhat embarrassing subject matter, some color returned to Roy’s face. He always was one hell of a learner, and Chris was glad to see that at least something from her previous talk was still rattling around in his head. “It’s important because it loosens a woman’s muscles and helps the body prepare for sex,” his surprisingly steady voice answered.

“Correct. Foreplay is important for men, too, but in a slightly different way. That part of anatomy doesn’t relax on it’s own like a woman’s does with sexual stimulation. It has to be done manually. Usually, it’s done with a lot of lube and some fingers.” At this, Chris grinned wickedly. She brought her hands up to Roy’s eye level and made a skillful scissoring motion with her first and second fingers. Roy looked absolutely mortified. “Make sure that you or the person you’re with has been prepared well so that it’s not painful.”

“Painful?” Roy all but yelped.

“Yes, painful. If you listen to me and do it right, though, it should just be uncomfortable at first.”

Roy nodded shakily. “What else do I need to know?”

“Not too much, kid. Hands and mouths are still useful - yes, even there,” she added at Roy’s slightly perturbed expression. “But most importantly, have some fun with it. Enjoy yourself. That’s the most important part of having sex! God knows that’s the reason why this place has stayed in business over the years. But -” she cautioned, “just because I’m giving you this talk in no way, shape, or form condones you having sex. You’re still only fourteen. Don’t rush into something you’re not ready for because you think you know how. I wanted to make sure you knew what could be coming just in case.”

The boy in front of her let out a breath. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. Now since I have you here… While you were batting your eyelashes at your boy toy last night, one of my colleagues was here and asked to meet with me.” Chris truly believed that watching Roy’s face turn pink would never get old. “He mentioned that some relative of his is a halfway famous alchemist - for a small town, anyway. He’s had a few apprentices over the years, but none have lived up to his expectations. My colleague remembered you studying that gigantic alchemy textbook the last time he was here.”

She noted Roy’s thoughtful expression as he put the pieces together. “What do you say, kid? Wanna go study under a true alchemist?” Chris paused for a moment, letting Roy ponder her question. She wondered if he was going to turn down the opportunity at hand because of this William kid stepping in.

Roy met his aunt’s eyes. She saw a fire there that was so familiar. She saw the same look in her brother’s eyes many years ago. Chris saw so much of her brother in her nephew. Some days it was almost hard to separate them in her mind… the tenacity, the determination, the fierce need to protect those close to him. She didn’t have to wait for him to speak - she already knew his answer.

The letters were sent. The dates were set. Roy was going to study alchemy that following summer.

With each day that went by, Roy was equal parts excited and disappointed. As much as he was looking forward to seeing new places and learning new things, he was almost dreading leaving the familiar behind. Not to mention William.

When Roy explained to William that he was leaving to pursue an apprenticeship under a prestigious alchemist, Chris was surprised, to say the least.

“Roy…” William started. “We like each other. You and I both know it. But… it’s not proper.”

Chris had to stifle her sharp intake of breath as she shamelessly eavesdropped with three of the girls, hiding in the doorway between the stockroom and the bar.

“Not that we’re both male, don’t give me that look, Roy. I just… I always thought that there was plenty of time for good conversation and getting along now, and when we were both a little older, when the gap wouldn’t matter so much anymore, we could try for something. Now that I’m standing here thinking about it, we’re both still so young. We shouldn’t be holding each other back.”

Chris heard one of the girls let out a soft sigh. Whether in disappointment or relief, she couldn’t be sure. Seldom though it happened, Chris Mustang wasn’t sure what she was feeling. Hope because Roy was moving on? Or sadness, because she knew the bitter taste of a first love lost?

“Hey, hey, hey, none of that,” she heard William chide warmly. “Tell you what… if, at the end of your alchemy training, we’re both not seeing anyone, come look me up. I’ll be sure to leave any forwarding information with the Madam. I want what’s best for you, Roy - and I think this will make you the happiest in the long run.”

She heard clothes rustling as, she assumed, they stood, and William prepared to leave. The sound of the door closing followed soon after. As much as Chris dreaded dealing with a broken heart, she had all of the respect in the world for William in that moment.

William returned during the remaining weeks before Roy departed; however, the aspiring alchemist never left the safe confines of the bar area while William was there. Roy was polite and cordial, but not in the open and warm way he had previously been. Roy always ensured that Anna would serve him - it was enough for him that someone who knew what William liked would be helping him.

The tense weeks moved quickly by, soon making way for a frenzy of buying supplies, packing, and saying goodbyes.

Chris watched as her son boarded an East City-bound train. She waved as the train pulled out of the station. Her Roy-Boy was bound and determined to become the apprentice his master had been looking for. And she was determined to not let him see the sparkle in her eyes.

Damn this weather, Chris thought as she looked up to the blue, cloudless sky and felt the wetness on her cheek.

#duality chapter 1 #bisexual!roy mustang #precanon fanfiction #vino writes fanfiction

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nuclearterror · 6 years

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Today went down in the books as a day of fucking luck! First day in a while since I’ve had everything right happen at work.To quickly sum it up, all of my equipment (i.e. chainsaw, wellies, helmet and chaps) has been in some way broken or defective ever since I began this job. It especially chaps (ha...ha.) my ass that everyone else has either top notch or fully functioning equipment... which is a good thing or else nothing would get done. Now to the good part.... I got a brand new chainsaw. Turns out my last one (i’ve been through 3) had something wrong with the air intake that couldn't be doctored. Work today was a GD dream, I was rippin’ through trees, it was a gay old time. Happy “friday” to me!

So, naturally, I am at hoops celebrating. I was trying to dissect what it is about this brewery that makes me so inclined to go so often to the point of being a regular. This place is my dojo. I come here because only the bartenders know me and I get to just relax without people being overly social. See, there is the occasional conversation next to bar neighbors.... like the tourist couples or the occasional sports watcher... maybe a fly fisher if im lucky, but that’s it. I've walked away from this bar without anything but an occasional, enjoyable conversation and a beer stache haha. I just enjoy a place to drink beer and read a book/use the internet. Brewerys are sort of awesome when you think about it. Its such a contrast to a bar. They are on opposite ends of the spectrum, solely because of the crowds and intentions. Bars are just people usually trying to get shitfaced and be shifty, lets be honest, after a few drinks, no matter who ya are, ya get frisky. Im getting to a point in life where i just enjoy getting a few beers and relaxing. Dont get me wrong, being rowdy every once in a blue moon is a blast too.

On that note, everyone is here for the vikings game and I forgot how lit Minnesotans get. I had to pop in my earphones because every time they get a touchdown everyone stands and yells haha. I got a job offer for the Maine Conservation Corps. CCM to MCC.. i dont even know if I have another Americrops year in me. Im flat broke after this job. Living stipends do not fund full ass moves across the country to make more living stipends. It would be another 5 g’s to add towards my education award for grad school, but based off of my experience at CCM, I cant handle another year of being treated like a serf and a toddler at the same time. I need to call the lady and have a serious conversation about what they are about (i.e. their take on managing invasives, policies and procedures, project types etc.). i’m thinking that ill be able to have a better grip on the similarities and differences between the two. There is, however, a trail crew as well as an environmental steward crew. I’d forsure take on the trail crew, hands down. After learning what the government’s take on “conservation” is, I need to not be a part of it. We have fundamental differences on what a land steward is and should be. Trail crew looks mental, right up my ally. I love love loveeeee trail work. Sure, its not as environmentally educational, but what can I say, I love manual labor. Trail work will kick your ass. It’s conditioning for my future in wildland firefighting.

Here’s where I run into the dilemma. I have to contact this woman before October 11th with my decision and I am in the midst of applying for a fuckton of Wildland firefighting jobs.... which is my top priority. Unfortunately they don’t start their hiring process until usually Nov./Dec. I could either pick up a bar tending jobs downtown and live my lease out until Jan.and move to Maine or I could turn the offer down and continue applying for wildfire positions through USFS and private contractors. Im sort of leaning towards option two but if im being smart i’d take maine and roll with it. Something to ponder on. Responsibility or follow yr dreams. I usually go with option 2. Even the phrase option 2 sounds appealing... I’ve never been one to follow through with plans ;) There’s this 1 private contractor called Grayback Mountain that I reallllly want to work for. Ive applied for their position on a Type 2 Handcrew in Oregon. Ashole Williams is trying to move out there with me which would help me with rent and take care of my future kitten while im gone for 6 months at a time. I am thinking either Eugene or Bend since their fairly close to where I’d be stationed. The max you can live is two hours away from base which neither of those are but 30 minutes away. I figure ill live on the west coast for a year or 3 before climate change takes on the wrath of volcanic activity, hurricanes, tectonic plate movement, refugee populations rising etc.... lets not forget fires. The whole western half of the united states is up in flames.... job security.now would be a great time to fight fire wile im red card certified while I enjoy the coast before its toast (i told u i was freaky). Thats a good one ;)

I’ve added the tinder app.... which has been detrimental. I got super high and thought about the things these people were saying to me and am now super offended lmfao im laughing in my head as we speak. Its super difficult because most of the time its a bunch of horny men and women trying to hook up. Luckily duluth is split between red necks northerners and “upper peninsula” type northerners who are super into outdoor activities albeit winter or summer. there’s a small handful of gems who are backpacking or canoe guides that I fall shortly in love with. I met one dude off tinder and successfully met him at a planned location. His name was Ryan Mell the glass blower (hes not dead) and we had various dates. That was the one success story except were both busy and don’t see each other much. He was str8 up my lover stylistically but hes more of a watch tv and get stoned kind of man. Thats ok, DIVERSITY!

What is a blog? Is it an acronym? I should probably look that up. I think of this as more of an online journal. I get super stoned and write these at the brewery so there bound to be a mess of words posted together.

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fantasticworldoffanfics · 7 years

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HARRY/RIDDLE|VOLDEMORT

Fandom: Harry Potter

Just an extended must read list of awesome fanfics that is in no particular order :) …

top favourites

note: [HP/TMR] and [HP/LV] are placed beside each fanfiction to indicate whether it is between Harry and Tom Marvolo Riddle or Lord Voldemort, respectively. Although there are the same person, some people enjoy reading a younger and handsomer Riddle instead of the Snake-like Voldemort, or otherwise enchanted figure, or vice versa. [HP/TMR] are usually more light-toned or at a school setting while [HP/LV] are usually during Harry’s hogwarts years/post hogwarts.

Everything's Fine in the Beast Division [HP/TMR]

Author: Merrinpippy

Summary: Harry's lifelong ambition is to become an auror, but as his knowledge of Dangerous Beasts is somewhat lacking, Newt Scamander agrees to take him on as an apprentice. Contrary to the Weasley twins' predictions that Harry would die of boredom, Harry finds his time at the Ministry very interesting, and befriending the very attractive Tom Riddle doesn't hurt at all- in fact, quite the opposite.

sidenote: sidepairings!Credence/Graves

The Love of a Good Wizard [HP/TMR]

Author: SweetSorcery

Summary: History of Magic has something to teach after all, and two resourceful students decide that the key to having any future at all lies in the past, and in Tom Riddle's heart. Assuming he has one.

Captured [HP/LV]

Author: Aries (Zero_Luck)

Summary: "The first thing Harry realised was the fact he was lying on a cold hard surface. The second thing he realised was that he was currently lying down naked, on a cold hard surface."

Inedible [HP/TMR]

Author: Aisling

Summary: Ginny died in the Chamber of Secrets and only Harry and Tom know how it really happened; not to mention the fact that Harry can hear Tom in his head. Dumbledore sends Harry to Azkaban. I suppose Voldemort will have to find another way to get his body back. When he does, will Harry join him, or will he go back to those who betrayed him? He has to choose: it won’t be easy for him to hide when he escapes, especially with that mark on his forehead and a pet Grim named Snuffles. AU.

Unusual Mates [HP/TMR]

Author: Captain_Rachel_Smith

Summary: There's a new professor whose caught Harry's eye... AU/AR

Unconventional Method [HP/LV]

Author: Seacilin

Summary: What would've happened if Voldemort’s character had been just that little more sinister when he met our hero?

Spellbound [HP/TMR]

Author: DemonYazuha

Summary: Harry is a new student at Hogwarts High and as a closet gay meeting Tom Riddle makes it rather hard to stay in the closet

Bitten [HP/LV]

Author: aznflyingkitty

Summary: Was there any particular reason why no one bothered to tell Harry Potter that the Dark Lord Voldemort was a gay vampire intent on ravishing the Boy-Who-Lived?

Debauched [HP/LV]

Author: Saya

Summary: The pale canvas beneath him was littered with tiny trails of blood, painting a map of tantalizing promise of treasure. He moved his hips ever so slowly, drawing out soft cries of pleasure from the youth beneath him.

Why Harry Loves Ice Cream [HP/LV]

Author: The Dark Lady Voldemort666

Summary: Caramel, chocolate and strawberries, what's Harry to do?

sidenote: Harry/Voldemort/Lucius ship

Love's Loathing [HP/TMR]

Author: The_Fictionist

Summary: Lord Voldemort is head of Magical Britain. Harry Potter is a rebel leader in charge of the last scraps of resistance against his regime. Things would be difficult enough even if they hadn't once been engaged.

Kissed Cursed [HP/LV]

Author: The_Fictionist

Summary: (FairyTale AU!) Some said he was once a man, cursed, and some that he sold his soul to demons and became one in turn. Others said that such evil as he could never have been human. That he was instead a nightmare, left lingering upon the earth a very long time ago. Harry just knew it wasn't safe to walk near the Riddle House after dark.

A Fundamental Ingredient [HP/LV]

Author: stellanti_nocte

Summary: Voldemort, always in search of immortality, uses a ritual to transform himself into an immortal hybrid creature. However, one of the two creatures is a Veela and requires a mate. Voldemort decides that Bellatrix would be adequate for the position of his mate and sends a Death Eater to retrieve one of her hairs to complete the ritual. Unfortunately, his incompetent follower has accidentally gotten the wrong hair and the Dark Lord soon finds himself mated to Harry Potter.

The Warmth Of A Horcrux [HP/TMR]

Author: BigJellyMonster (orphan_account)

Summary: Being a Horcrux means being alone. When Tom finds an opportunity to change that, he will stop and nothing until he does. He is sure that his new host will come around eventually.

Till Sunrise Comes [HP/LV]

Author: CrazyJanaCat

Summary: He had all the time in the world to play some more with his prey. After all, sunset and sunrise were hours away from each other, even in summer.

Angel [HP/TMR]

Author: Kandakicksass

Summary: Harry goes back in time to kill Tom Riddle, but things don't turn out as planned.

“Boyfriend” Works, Too [HP/TMR]

Author: egwenechapters

Summary: Tom Riddle is in sixth year Potions, when Harry Potter bursts in. They get to know each other and find that they have a lot in common.

Marked As His Equal [HP/LV]

Author: juliasejanus

Summary: July 31st 1980, the Potter's had twin sons. The elder larger stronger twin was chosen as the likely protagonist of the Prophecy to destroy the Dark Lord. The younger twin, Hadrian is declared a squib and left in the custody of his muggle Aunt and Uncle. Prophecy discarded by Voldemort who seized power in October 1981.

Red Heat [HP/LV]

Author: wetdandelions

Summary: Magic sends Harry into a heat only ended by impregnation and Tom helps him through it.

The Big Cat And His Kitty [HP/LV]

Author: IsysSkeeter

Summary: Harry and Voldemort both get turned into cats almost at the same time, in different circumstances. They run away in order not to be found by the others, and they end up meeting.They go on talking about their problems and helping each other, without knowing who the other cat is, and finally find a solution.They both re-transform at the same time.How will they react to the fact that the most helpful, understanding person the world is actually your mortal enemy?

A Single Love [HP/TMR]

Author: Vera (Vera_DragonMuse)

Summary: Nature versus Nurture. If Tom had been raised by Harry instead would he have grown up to be Lord Voldemort?

Moments In Time [HP/TMR]

Author: Watermelonsmellinfellon

Summary: Tom Riddle thought he was dreaming the first time, but when he repeatedly visits the same boy, he realizes that bigger things are at work. He watches the boy in the cupboard grow from a small child and into a young man. His brotherly affections begin to wane. What will he do when the boy isn't so little anymore? Could he even imagine? Those Avada eyes calling to him.

Not Ever Again! [HP/TMR]

Author: Isys Luna Skeeter (IsysSkeeter)

Summary: After losing everything he could lose, Harry decides it won't happen again... Until where is he ready to go to be left alone?

Je Souhaite [HP/LV]

Author: LadySlytherin

Summary: When Harry finds out he's a Genie, he vows to never be enslaved by anyone, ever. Of course, that doesn't really work out for him. When he ends up enslaved to Voldemort, of all people, nothing will be the same for anyone, ever again.

The Black Bunny [HP/LV]

Author: windseeker2305

Summary: Harry's had it with his destined role after the Order does something he can't forgive. Now he's done with both sides of the war and wants to be left alone. But since when have his wishes ever counted for anything?

Pet Trilogy Series [HP/LV]

Author: IsysSkeeter

Part 1: Pet’s Curse

Summary: Harry gets cursed and sent back in time. Now he has to find a way to save himself while getting used to the constant presence of his enemy, how does he always gets himself in these things anyway?

Part 2: Pet’s War

Summary: The Curse in Harry's Magical Core takes a turn for worse, creating consequences that would lead him to an almost pre-mature death. Now with his magical core restored, Harry has to deal with the war between Voldemort and Dumbledore while balancing it with his tutor's courting. Nothing truly is fair in life and war.

Part 3: Pet’s Family

Summary: Finally accepting that the man he is in love with is You Know Who, Harry has now to accept the consequences of being the lover of Lord Voldemort. And all that comes with the package. Can Voldemort give Harry the peace Harry asked for? Does Harry's thirst for war accepts it?

If Them’s The Rules [HP/TMR]

Author: MayMarlow

Summary: Unable to accept the aftermath of the war, Harry decides to travel back in time to become the parent Tom Riddle obviously should have had. Except that things don't go as planned and Harry finds himself part of a game with hidden rules, trying to survive while raising a boy whose understanding of family has nothing to do with love.

Unintentionally Yours [HP/LV]

Author: Dinkel

Summary: What if Voldemort had found another way to get what he wants? What if he wants something else now? He proposes a contract to assure peace between the Light and the Dark... and it involves Harry.

The Courtesan [HP/LV]

Author: Drops_of_Nightshade

Summary: In the prejudiced world where the Dark Lord won, Harry Potter is part of the servile caste, the lowest caste in the new society. Resigned to a life of servitude as a Courtesan, Harry is instead drawn under the wing of the Dark Lord himself. Between the scheming Order and his powerful benefactor, Harry finds himself steadily drawn deeper into the growing conflict.

Boys Just Want To Have Fun [HP/TMR]

Author: rightonthelimit

Summary: This isn’t what Harry had in mind when he went to deface public property.

Captured [HP/LV]

Author: Aries (Zero_Luck)

Summary: "The first thing Harry realised was the fact he was lying on a cold hard surface. The second thing he realised was that he was currently lying down naked, on a cold hard surface."

Three [HP/TMR/LV]

Author: rightonthelimit

Summary: When Harry first laid eyes on the twins, he was instantly intrigued. Little did he know that the feeling was entirely mutual.

The Deal With The Devil [HP/LV]

Author: SpeedyTomato

Summary: In a deal to save his godfather, Harry makes a pact with the one person he never thought he would.

Possession [HP/LV]

Author: Jade-Tatsu

Summary: The Dark Lord has always known who his mate is but there are Muggles and Wizards to kill before the enjoyment of eternity.

Finding Home [HP/LV]

Author: littlemissadams

Summary: Harry finds home-and love-in a rather unexpected place

Dark Gifts [HP/LV]

Author: lazycrazykitten

Summary: Harry Potter was stolen from number 4's doorstep. What does Lucius mean by gift?

A Darker Future [HP/LV]

Author: Blushingbabe

Summary: Harry was handed over to Voldemort the summer after fifth year. Things go a little wrong for the dark lord.

Artificial Affection [HP/LV]

Author: SalaciousMind

Summary: Voldemort can learn from his mistakes and incidentally ensures Love will end the war. Just... not the way Dumbledore had expected. Harry, naturally, doesn't get any choice.

Desirable Undesirable [HP/TMR]

Author: SpiteSpawnsLies

Summary: Harry fails to escape the ministry and is left behind under his invisibility cloak with Slytherin's locket, which has bound itself around his wrists and held him captive to the Horcrux in inside of it.

A Spell Named Desire [HP/TMR]

Author: fadingstarlight (Geneveon)

Summary: Hadrian Potter was a Slytherin in Tom's year. Tom intends have him only for Harry to make the first move.

#tomarry #harrymort #harry potter #fanfiction #fanfics #fanfic #lord voldemord #voldemort #harrypotter

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shadcatmastered · 6 years

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Okay here i come again ! So I thought of this : Law has always been in love with Kid but Kid just didn’t saw it. Law spent days and nights imagining what would life be with him. He even start to have halucinations where he is with him. I know it’s sad but it’s my curent mood. You can of course end it however you want. So if you want to. Kiss kiss

I hope this is a fitting story for your current mood :’) Thanks for the idea

Kid x Law - FF - Advantage Of Opportunities

Law sighed softlyas he pushed the cup across the table.Kid and he were neighbors. Through his dining room window he could see directlyinto the redhead’s living room. That had never bothered them either. If theireyes crossed, they’d waved to each other many times.Law was sitting at his dining table watching the redhead in the window. He hadjust been visited by a man. It was Kids best friend. Law had forgotten his realname. Kid always called him Killer. But that was a nickname. Hm… what was hisreal name again…? Law just did not remember. He had to ask Kid once. Theredhead laughed loudly and patted Killer on the back. The friend stroked hislong blond hair back and then looked back at Kid, with a grin.Law did not know what they were talking about, but he felt a certain amount ofenvy in him. How nice it would be if he could talk to Kid like that. So easy,so free.The black-haired man had long fallen in love with Kid. It was a stupid love,especially because he had often seen the redhead disappearing with girls in hishouse. Maybe it would be easier to get over Kid if he knew he was just not intomen. But that was not it. Facebook had told him long ago that Kid wasinterested in both sexes.The redhead got up and turned on the TV and the Playstation. He handed theother controller to Killer and they started to play.Law sighed again.He had often painted himself out, how it would be, if he was the one sittingover there with Kid in the living room. If they were not just neighbors andloose friends, but a couple. Then Kid would definitely put his strong armaround his shoulders and pull him tight. The black-haired would then cuddle upto Kid, inhaling his lovely scent and smiling in love.At the thought Law carried a blissful smile on his lips.“Oh Kid.”He quietly whispered his name and closed his eyes. He imagined what it would belike if Kid kissed him. His warm lips pressed against his and gently strokinghis face with his hands.“I love you.”I love you too, Kid would answer and Laws heart would beat fast. Quite loudfull of happiness and love. Then Kid would start touching him and take him offslowly. Law would moan and push his back. He would enjoy being touched. Heimagined that the redhead was definitely a dominant lover. Law was turned on bydominance. He opened his eyes again and looked at Kid through the window.Since Law moved into the apartment, he had fallen in love with Kid. And notjust for no reason.Law has always been a very ambitious person. He was one of the top students inthe school and finished his medical studies with an outstanding average. He wasnow a very successful doctor and approached the career ladder open-minded.But of course he had not been able to achieve all this without giving up muchin his life. His career and achievements had always been more important to himthan love. He could always have love, but build his future only once, at leastthat’s what he said.But by now Law wondered if there had ever been a spark of truth in his words.Because he felt as if he had missed something in his life, which he could nolonger catch up. Law was not a virgin. He had had sex in his life before. Goodsex, he wanted to say. But he had never had a boyfriend. Not because nobodywanted him, but because he did not want to. Some of his lovers had fallen inlove with Law and wanted a relationship with him. But Law did not want that.His career had been more important to him. And most of all - he had neverfallen in love. He was a stranger to this strangely stupid feeling.At least until he met Kid.His neighbor was a very different type of man. Not only did he look damned goodand he was totally Law’s type, but he was so strong and independent that Lawcould only be attracted to him.Law has always been like that. He had always wanted to be close to strongcharacters. He had had friends with great personality and argued a lot in hislife, but Kid was something else.He was out of reach. He did not depend on anyone. He went his own way, nomatter what others thought about it, and Law could not help but admire that.Likewise to train his physical endurance after work so much while still leadingsuch a great social life. How did the Redhead manage what he did not manage…?Kid and he got on well. They were not close friends, but a good acquaintance. Theredhead had already had coffee with him a few times and Law helped himwith his tax return. When they met at the entrance, they often talked, and theblack-haired man grinned at Kid’s witty, clever comments.…why they had never come closer?…Law had not dared. He had never been in love with a man like Kid. He wasafraid that if he made a wrong move, he would drive the redhead out forever.What if Kid just saw him as a friend? What if he was not interested in him?What if he never talked to him again when Law tried to get closer to him? So many uncertainties…Normally Law was good at flirting. He liked the coquettish game, the dance witheach other. But his neighbor was just too important for him…! He did not wantto mess it up…!And Kid…?Kid had no idea that Law was in love with him. He was like most men in thatregard. Totally blind until you presented the truth on the silver tray. Theblack-haired man was sure Kid liked him. He liked to spend time with him andthey also had traits that worked well together.Kid just did not know it. Maybe he would make a move if he had an idea …maybehe did not even know that Law was gay. In fact… he had never told Kid.Terrified by his own stupidity, Law stared at the teacup.Damn it.There had already been many chances in which he could have come closer to Kid. But yesterday wasprobably his biggest.Twodays ago Law had an intense dream. Hehad dreamed that he and Kid were a couple and moved together. In a new house, far away fromhere. Witha big smile, Law got up in a good mood. Whenhe met Kid at the dump truck outside in the driveway, he had not been able todo anything else.“HeyKid, I was dreaming about you tonight!”Laughing,Law had spoken his words and Kid had looked at him in surprise before helaughed. Atthat moment, the black-haired had thought how beautifully a man could actuallylaugh. Noteven an angel would laugh so nicely as Kid.“ButI have to leave an impression, if I even haunt you in your dreams! What did youdream?”Grinning, theredhead asked his question. Law blushed. And yet he had said it.“I dreamed that we moved together.”Kidhad looked at him in surprise at that moment. Law had become really nervous. But thenthe redhead’s grin had changed. Ithad become a grin, which Law had never seen before. It was coquettish and flirting.“Wasthere one particular reason why we moved together?”Kidcame closer and Laws heart beat him to the neck.Come on! You can flirt! You already had some menin your bed! This is noexception! Play with Kid!Law’s head screamed andscreamed. Buthis body did not react.Lawwas there like a dumb fish, and when he opened his mouth to answer at leastsomething, a loud honking sounded. Theredhead rolled his eyes theatrically as a red car drove into his driveway.“I’msorry, that’s my mother. She likes to come visit me with a big appearance. We’ll talk later.”Withthat, Kid waved to the black-haired and disappeared. Ared-haired, slightly older lady got out of the car and hugged Kid before theyboth disappeared into his house.And Law stood there and wanted to vomit.That had been his chance…!Herehe had the chance to show Kid at least that he was interested in him…!Kid had reacted withinterest…! He hadwanted to flirt with him…! Hehad shown interest…! And he himself? Hehad reacted as if he considered Kid a wet fish! God in heaven! Theredhead had to think that he had been on a very wrong trip!Indesperate rage, Law had gone into his house, changing clothes, and wentjogging. As longand enduring as never before. Damn it! Damn it!Allevening and all night he had imagined how this scenario could have turned outdifferently. How heleaned forward and kissed Kid. Ortotally coquettish with a wink replied that Kid already imagined the rightreason.Hehad not been able to sleep all night, his head had raged so much. But the missed opportunitydid not come again.Now Law sat in his dining room, sitting alone at the dining table,watching Kid and his best friend through the window. In the hope that he wouldget another chance in the future. Next time, he would do better…! Next timehe would take the chance…!But there would be no next time.That was the last chance for Law.And if he had taken the chance, everything would have been different.But Law had not used it and fate took its course.Law watched as one of the two paused while playing the Playstation.Killer put down the controller and turned to Kid.The facial expression of the blonde made the black-haired man sit upright inthe chair. …what happened there?The blonde looked at Kid incredibly seriously, but also with a warm smile onhis face. Law knew that expression. From himself.Killer said something and the redhead’s mouth opened. He looked at himcompletely perplexed and taken by surprise. Just shocked.And then…And then Killer put his hands on Kids face and kissed him.Law jumped up so shocked that the chair clattered to the ground behind him and thetable slid forward. He felt hot and cold at the same time, banging hisquivering fingers on the table.No!No no no!That did not happen!That did not really happen!Pure horror took the black-haired one in and his blue eyes stared at Kid. No! Youdo not want that, right?!Butafter the first shock … Kid wrapped his arms around Killer’s neck. Avery wide, happy smile crossed his lips as he obviously giggled and kissedKiller as well.Theblonde seemed infinitely happy as he ran his hands over Kids cheeks.…Killertook the chance.Theblack-haired man stood in the dining room and could not bear it anymore. He stormed out and ranto his bathroom. There hetore up the toilet lid and wanted to vomit. Hiswhole stomach was cramped and it strangled him with horror. But no, he does not puke.Instead,the shock made his knees weak. Hesank to the floor of the bathroom floor and cried bitterly. Painfultears and sheer bad luck made him sob loud and desperate.He had missed it.He had missedhis chance.He had missed hislive with Kid.He had missed everything.

written by Shadcatmastered

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darkstrangevirgilanxiboi · 7 years

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Antics Of A Lifelong Rebel

All right so I'm a hella rebellious punk so here's some inspiration for you lot of future punks , enjoy the tales of my rebellion ! - My earliest act of rebellion, at age four , according to my aunt , was sleeping in the sandbox because I was angry at my dad . - Age five , turned in a whole assignment written backwards and in crayon because the teacher said writing backwards was stupid and that crayons were " tools of the unenlightened " . My assignment included a note that Leonardo Da Vinci wrote backwards and was in fact a genius . ( I was a prodigy and read at like a third grade level so I'd read a few things about him because I love history , plus I watched a documentary when I was sick at home ) - Age 6, deliberately checked out books from the teen section of the library , read them and regretted it ( ANIMORPHS FUCKED ME UP BRUH) - Age 6, secretly refused to wear socks -Age 7, stole nice crayons from the supply closet because the teacher was stingy and wouldn't let us use them often. I took a box when she left the closet unlocked - Age 7, started a debate about sexism in children's toys and marketing because my classmate said Barbies weren't feminist and got detention for punching said classmate - Age 8, got banned from being the goalie in soccer after kicking a ball into the face of the other team captain , but he DESERVED it for calling my brother a retard . He made my brother cry so I broke his nose. Fair trade . - Age 9, got detention for throwing a chair at another kid , but she destroyed my special birthday drawing from my brother , she had it coming and the chair missed her anyway ( this earned me the nickname Hulkette for awhile ) - Age 9, a group of boys tells me I can't climb as high as they can. They show off by climbing to the top of the slide on our playground setup . There were two slides - one about fifteen feet high at max , the other about thirty or forty. The boys climbed the shorter one. Y'all ever see those playgrounds with a jumble of connected slides and such in the middle ? Mine was like that. Anyway, I got mad and climbed up the outer part of the playground and only sat down once I'd reached the top of the yellow slide , and turned to glare smugly at the boys . I got detention but it was worth it . - Age 10, got to be on a local news channel for a science experiment bit , and managed to swindle my way into being one of only two students on air. Then proceeded to make sarcastic puns during the experiment. ( we made clouds in a bottle and at one point I said ' cumulo numbskull ' and made the camera lady snort her latte ) - Age 11,got into an argument with a guy over Marvel trivia and challenged him to a trivia game, I won , he cried and he surrendered his Spiderman shirt to me. ' Oh cool shirt Austin! I love Spider-Man!" " Girls can't know anything about Spider-Man, he's for boys " " I bet I know more than YOU " - Age 12, corrected a teacher in our history lesson and got kicked out of class , was told to come back in afte ten minutes. Walked home instead. Stole one of my dad's sodas and watched History channel shows my dad said were too mature for me. -Age 13, slept in a little used area of my high school ( I went to a school that lumped junior , middle and high school together ) during classes I hated -Age 13, taught the other special ed math students how to draw whenever the teacher left the room ' Nice ninja weapon! How did you do that ? ' ' LET ME TEACH YOU YOUNG SHINOBI " - Age 13, smuggled in snacks to rebel against the fact that they fed us breakfast at 6:30 am ( IF YOU GOT THERE EARLY ENOUGH! Breakfast went from 6:30 to 7 and class started at 9 ) but no lunch until 1 pm ( school let out at 3:45 ) ( WAIT I HAD THE SAME SCHOOL HOURS AS SPIDER-MAN IN HOMECOMING HOLY SHIT) - Age 14, frequently stole art supplies that getting thrown away anyway - Age 14, stealthily stole all my home ec teacher's pens because I hated her - Age 14, memorized a coded language from a book series and used to write notes in class - Age 15, read books in seminary that were not religious at all , and made critical remarks about sexism and bigotry of bible figures . Implied heavily that Jesus was a trans , polyamorous queer man with many lovers to enjoy the growing indignation of my Good Mormon seminary teacher ( who was also the bishop ) . He lent me his Bible once and I wrote " Jesus was gay " in it in permanent marker in very tiny print in the glossary - Age 15, challenged my U.S. Marine drama coach to a sassback contest because he said I didn't have the stuff to be a sassy anime protagonist. " You , the hero of this town ? You're five feet of no talent !" " And you're three inches of desperate drunken flirtation that leads to a night of disappointment. " " HOW DARE YOU, THAT WAS TOO FAR " " At least my comment reached the desired destination " " I HAVE TWO CHILDREN, DON'T IMPLY I CAN'T HAVE KIDS " " Oh no , your seed spreads , but leaves a bitter taste in the field which inevitably dries up and abandons you . " " I.... I'd shoot you for that but honestly I'm in the midst of a divorce so like....touche. But you know you'd be the protagonist that gets the shit kicked out of them often , right ? " " Yes , but I'd die sooner and wouldn't have to put up with my whiny ass bad guys . " I have more but this is a start.

#rebellion

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itsomgitsgreenblogging · 8 years

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Boys Boys Boys: A Solangelo Fanfiction

I’ve been severely lacking in inspiration because of how busy I have been. So I went back to basics: some personal experiences I’ve had at bars in NYC and around where I go to school, and a College AU set up. Could I be inspired to continue this? Heck yeah I probably could.

I hope you all enjoy!

Trigger Warning: homophobic slurs