#This is really historically inaccurate but idc

[antiquepearlss]

Rapunzel receives a new gift and decides to make Varian her new canvas. Freckle Sibling bonding time + gnc Varian. Not proofread because my head is killing me. 🖤

Rapunzel hummed as she tore open the pink packaging covering a small box. It was small, and not particularly heavy. Rapunzel had no idea what could be inside it, furthering her excitement. She wasn’t particularly fond of surprises, but the package had been a gift from a penpal of hers, the Princess of Atlantica, whom she had bonded with. The two both shared a fondness for the world, and would send each other gifts when they encountered something that excited them.

The princess gasped when she opened the box, plain brown cardboard revealing a large and shining silver shell. Gingerly, she lifted the opalescent shell, inspecting it, enjoying the way the light reflected off the smooth surface.

“What’s that?” piped a small voice, a little ways from her. 

Varian lay on his stomach, his feet kicking mindlessly in the air as he read. Pascal and Ruddiger happily napping on his back. The group had been content sitting in silence, wrapped up in their own projects and simply enjoying eachother’s company. (Even if, admittedly, Rapunzel had become very bored by the quiet atmosphere.) But Rapunzel’s excitement must have drawn his attention. 

“My friend sent me this, it’s a seashell and- wait I think it has a clasp!” Rapunzel quickly placed her fingers over the clasp, easily opening it. The shell sprung open, revealing a mirror under to top shell, and the bottom shell holding beautiful array of shades of blue, like a set of paints. Except they weren’t paints, they looked more like-

“It’s makeup.” Rapunzel hummed, intrigued. 

“Oh, that’s nice,” Varian said, quickly losing interest and letting himself get reabsorbed into his book. 

Rapunzel inspected the makeup palette. The powders were beautiful, shades of navy and royal blue alongside pastels and baby blues. Some shades seemed to have a shimmering effect, like glitter had been infused into the shadow. Rapunzel had never seen makeup this beautiful before. 

Corona had never seemed to be all too intrigued by cosmetics, following the trends set by their queen, Arianna, who preferred to look as natural as possible. Getting by day to day with rouge on her lips and a little face powder- nothing more. Which was fine with Rapunzel, truly. She didn’t enjoy having powders and creams smothered on her face, and was content to go barefaced. (Though she didn’t mind tinted lip balm, hers smelled like strawberries.)

Even if she had no plans to use it, it was still a beautiful palette, and she enjoyed looking at it. Placing the seashell on her vanity, Rapunzel made a mental note to herself to write a letter of thanks to her friend.

“The colors are really pretty, do you think there's a way I can turn them into paints?” Rapunzel mused aloud, only half expecting Varian to answer.

But, unsurprisingly, Varian responded, not looking up from his lowered book, but his attention still on her “I mean, probably, off the top of my head you could just mix them with water for watercolors. Or maybe coconut oil for something firmer.”

“Ooh that sounds nice.” 

“Why? You not gonna wear it?” He asked, looking up, his big blue eyes locked onto hers curiously.

Rapunzel hummed as she set the seashell down onto her vanity “probably not, I don’t really like wearing makeup, it makes my skin feel weird” she playfully smushed her cheeks with her hands.

“Besides, I don’t feel the need to cover up my face, I think I look fine as is!”

Varian raised a brow “unlike your husband, who carries concealer with him everywhere he goes.”

Rapunzel playfully rolled her eyes in response “if it helps him feel more confident-”

Varian snorted “yeah, cuz that’s what he needs, more confidence.”

“Be nice” Rapunzel playfully chided. 

A moment later the two were back to their previous arrangement. Varian reading, and Rapunzel keeping herself occupied with little tasks. She looked around her room, trying to think of something quiet to do, a sense of boredom beginning to overtake her. She slightly felt the childish urge to pester Varian, seeking entertainment from his company.

She looked again to the makeup palette, the pretty hues catching her eye. Then, right above the palette, the mirror, reflecting Varians form laying on her bed. The angle allowed her to see his blue eyes skim the page he was reading, the shade matching the streak in his hair.

The shade of his eyes almost perfectly matching a shimmery shade of baby blue eyeshadow below the mirror; the streak almost perfectly matching a shade of teal in the palette.  

Rapunzel had an idea.

“Hey Varian?” Rapunzel sang, eyes now full of mischief “Can I do your makeup?”

The princess made a point to clasp her hands together pleadingly, pouting ever so slightly, and gave her best innocent doe-like eyes, batting her eyelashes playfully. 

Eugene had told her once that she was cute, adorable even, and she needed to take advantage of that cuteness. With her hair gone, it was now her strongest weapon. 

Varian looked up, and she could immediately see the effects of her little superpower written on his face. His features twisted into a grimace.

“No.”

“Come on, please?” 

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I- are you doing the smolder on me!?”

Rapunzel’s expression dropped, her pouted lips and squirting eyes relaxing. She shrugged “It was worth a shot.”

Varian rolled his eyes, and went back to his book, hoping Rapunzel would drop the-

“Pretty please? This eyeshadow would look so lovely on you. I’ll make you look really really nice. It’ll be fun” She continued. 

Varian watched as Rapunzel rested her head atop her crossed her arms on the back of the ornate plush chair she sat upon, kicking her feet excitedly. She had that look in her eye, the sparkle she got when she had a fresh wave of inspiration. With her shining eyes and playful smile, Varian immediately found it harder to say no to her. 

He had been her sewing mannequin, taste tester, hairstyle experimenter when hers was too short to play with, and personal engineering tutor- letting her play with makeup on him was really no issue.

Worse has come into contact with his skin.

Varian rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless. “Fine” he groaned dramatically, contrasting his amused expression.

Rapunzel squealed, and excitedly gathered what few cosmetic supplies she had- along with her new palette. 

Varian sat up, earning a squeak and a chitter of indignation from both animals that had taken residence on his backside. He sat cross legged on the plush bed, and leaned back, his arms supporting himself. He watched, amused, as his friend unceremoniously dropped various creams, powders, and brushes onto the bed, plopping next to them, across from Varian, out of reach.

Realizing Varian was firmly rooted to his spot on the bed, his cocky expression telling her he had no intention of moving closer, Rapunzel scooted her way over to him. 

She scooped up Pascal, who was groggily making his way over to her, and placed him on her shoulder. Ruddiger made his way over to her lap, clearly upset with his human for bothering him. Varian watched as she shifted herself into a cross legged position, allowing the raccoon onto her lap. But mostly, he watched as her eyes betrayed the cogs turning in her mind, the mood just oh so very slightly less playful.

The princess looked over to her friend, and her expression fell, having clearly come to some sort of realization. “Are you sure? Because we don’t have to, I know you don’t like doing anything super feminine.”

Varians expression softened “Rapunzel it’s fine, I wouldn’t have said yes if I didn’t want to.”

“I’m worried you would have, though. I don’t want to pressure you…”

Varian smiled “Raps it’s fine, we were just playing around. It’s okay.” 

Oftentimes, with Rapunzel’s boundless enthusiasm and confident demeanor, (and, well, her lingering lack of social cues) it was easy to forget that she was a people pleaser at heart. Deeply afraid of making someone, especially her friends, upset.

She was deeply afraid of making Varian upset. Not because she was afraid of him, afraid of what he would do to her; but because she was afraid of hurting him, of making him afraid of her.

It hurt, a little, to see. So Varian lifted a small sponge and regarded it questioningly “So, foundation first?”

Rapunzel smiled, her good mood coming back now that she was confident she hadn’t upset her friend. “I think so! I don’t know, like I said, I don’t do makeup a whole lot.”

“Well then that’s two of us” Varian chuckled.

“Well then, you can’t judge me if I mess up.” 

“Never would.”

Varian hummed as Rapunzel grasped his chin with delicate fingers and began dabbing a cream onto his face with the sponge. 

“You better make me fucking beautiful,” Varian murmured. Rapunzel lightly bopped his nose with the sponge “Language.”

Next, came a fluffy brush, and Varian failed to restrain himself from giggling as the fur and powder tickled his face. Rapunzel seemingly took this as a challenge, dusting it further on his cheeks, earning a snort and a playful shove in return. 

Soon, though, the two fell silent. Varian’s eyes contentedly fell shut as Rapunzel applied various creams and powders onto different parts of his face. Sometimes it tickled, but oddly enough, it was relaxing. 

He felt like a canvas, like he was a special work of art, something beautiful, deserving of calculated brush strokes and specially chosen vibrant colors. And with Rapunzel’s fingers gently holding his chin, and the brushes being so carefully swept across his skin, it was like he was something special to be handled with care, like fine pottery. 

It was a nice feeling.

It was hard to resist the urge to open his eyes though as Rapunzel applied the powder to them, but he trusted her not to poke his eye out.

Mostly.

“Alright open your eyes I need to apply the mascara.” Varian did as he was told, and opened his eyes as wide as they could go, Rapunzel laughing in response. 

A moment later, Varian blinked, getting used to the waxy feeling on his eyelashes. He didn’t mind the feeling of makeup on his skin, even if it was rather uncomfortable, but he decided he didn’t like mascara. Especially considering Pascal spat in it to activate it.

Varian watched as Rapunzel pulled out a small tube, and began to apply the glossy pinkish tint to his lips. He felt slightly honored, he recognized the color as one Rapunzel had worn before.

Which, the more he thought about, was a little gross. 

“Mmmmmkay! I’m finished!” Rapunzel exclaimed, given Varian’s cheek a little pat. 

Varian opened his eyes once again as Rapunzel grabbed his hands, leading him off the bed and over to the vanity. Ruddiger once again hopped off her lap, upset about his disturbed rest.

Rapunzel gently pushed him into a good view of himself in the mirror, and Varian was taken aback by what he saw.

His skin was clear and smooth, with warmth and color added to his cheeks and nose that he normally lacked, and a shimmer was dusted as well, making him glow. Any blemishes, like the small scars adorning his face or the dark bags under his eyes had practically disappeared. His eyes were painted in various shades of blue all blending into eachother, complimenting his blue eyes; the shimmer atop them highlighting the light in his own. His eyebrows looked perfectly symmetrical and styled, his eyelashes were full, and lips didn’t look dry and chapped. Even his bone structure looked better, with dark shades complimenting his jaw and cheekbones.

He looked like one of her paintings, vibrant colors swirling together in compliment to eachother, shimmers and highlights mixed with perfectly placed shading, imperfections hidden and perfections accented and highlighted, coming together to form a masterpiece- on his own skin.

Varian had never considered himself particularly good looking. He wasn’t insecure about his looks, not really. He just didn’t think of himself as attractive. The only positive comments he had received were in relation to being ‘cute.’ Not necessarily handsome or even pretty. 

(It didn’t help that he had received his fair share of hurtful comments about his appearance, being told he had creepy eyes and buck teeth.)

So it made him feel something, something warm and fuzzy, to see himself in such a way. To be, dare he say it, beautiful. 

It felt nice. 

“Do you like it?” Rapunzel asked shyly, after Varian had spent a few moments taking in his appearance, an unreadable expression on his face. “It’s not perfect, like I said i’m not very good at makeup. But once you see it as a form of art in it’s a lot easier and more fun!” Rapunzel bumped his shoulder with her own, a genuine smile on her lips “and you happen to make a very good canvas. Thank you.”

Varian blushed, both at her words and the warm, confident feeling in his stomach. He gingerly raised a hand to his cheek, and moved closer to the mirror, inspecting his reflection.

He turned over to the princess and his painted lips split into a wide grin, “I love it.”

Rapunzel beamed at the compliment, visibly pleased with herself now. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she began to chatter about the process, what techniques she used, and why she did what. Varian followed along, listening to her ramble. 

She sounded like she did every time she talked about an art project of hers; going on about the process, the colors, and how much she adored the final result. 

It was always nice to hear her talk about her art in such high praise, it was even better when he himself was the art. 

“Oh! I should get you dressed up to match! Something blue! hold on i’m sure i’ve got something that’ll fit- if that’s alright with you…” Rapunzel cut her ramble off, and stopped her stride midway to her wardrobe; catching herself in her excitement and trying to avoid pushing Varian and going too far.

Varian smiled fondly “that sounds perfect.”

~~~

And so, Varian went to dinner that evening dolled up in a fine light blue tea gown and white ballet flats, face made up and hair styled and pinned back with an ornate silver comb, and draped in fine sapphire jewelry. He was the very picture of elegance and beauty. A masterpiece.

[springseasonie]

Two worlds apart | JJH (M)

Prince Jaehyun x maid fem reader, arranged marriage trope, forbidden love trope

Part 2.

Summary: Jaehyun can't stay away from you, even on his wedding night. And his new wife knows about the fondness you both have for each other, but is willing to rip it apart. However, the last thing Jaehyun wants is to be a part from you, for better or for worse. (This is based in 19th century england, regency era fashion bc i love bridgerton and used it for inspo for this fic.)

Warnings: sexual content, angst, unprotected (it's literally the 19th century), standing sex, infidelity, historically inaccurate but idc, proofread but there may be little mistakes here and there

Word count: 7,2k

Song recs: cool with you by new jeans

A/N: this was requested but I loved the idea so much that I had to write more than needed lmao. Wasn't intending to write smut for this but sometimes shit happens. Feedback is loved and appreciated as always 🩷🩷

"Jaehyun?"

You rubbed your eyes, voice groggy from just being woken out of your sleep. The prince was in the maid's quarters. Why was he in the maid's quarters? It was the night after his wedding and was spending it on one of his family's many estates, but why was he not spending his night with his new wife and looking for you?

"My grace, what are you doing–"

He pulled the covers off you quickly, wild eyes looking between you and the other maid that was fast asleep on the other side of the room. The oil lamp was bright, shining in your eyes in the pitch black room. "Come on," he said quietly, pulling you up from your bed.

You shook your head, trying to get away from him, but his grip was too strong. Before you knew it, you were out the door of your room and being pulled down the hall of the basement. "M-my grace, you shouldn't be doing this right now," you said, trying to remain calm as your heart basically beat from your chest.

"Y/N, I tried, I really did." Jaehyun led you up the stairs, looking around for any guards or any of his wife's staff.

His hold on your hand was strong as he sped walk through the hall, wanting to avoid the lurking eyes of anyone who might ruin his plans for the night. Jaehyun was the prince of Florin, a small but wealthy country. His whole life, he was mentally beaten with the responsibility of continuing the family line, marrying a princess from another country to join Florin and make it richer and more powerful. His parents were never in love, his mother only fulfilling her responsibility as a woman and bearing a child for the king.

His whole life he thought love wasn't a real thing, that's what his father told him anyway. "Love is weak. It makes you weak, and you can't be weak in a world where weakness gets you nowhere." He believed these words for a long time, never having a reason to care about anyone, or even himself. That was true until he met you. You were his first love, and possibly his last. Jaehyun couldn't even tell you when and why he loves you so much he just did and he wanted to be with you forever, but he knew that couldn't be. Both of you did.

You couldn't say you were in love with him, but you definitely fell first. Maybe it was his handsome face, regal demeanor, the way he carried himself. You didn't know. But what you did know is that your feelings crossed the line. You remember the first time he kissed you after making you confess your feelings, the smile on his face, the way he looked down at you in his fancy clothes. At that moment you knew you couldn't get yourself out of the hell hole you were in now.

You and Jaehyun have been flirting around for years, him always pulling you away from your responsibilities. He often snatched you from your duties in the kitchen, taking you into the pantry to kiss and talk to you. The other maids saw the way he looked at you, but never said a word about it. He would watch you around the castle, eyes lingering and never looking away even when they should. His parents knew how much he liked you, but never said anything. But one day, his mother did catch the both of you. She threatened to have your head on a stick, but Jaehyun convinced her it was all him and she let you stay.

Jaehyun pulled you to the back of the estate, opening the door as he walked you through the rain.

"My grace, it's storming. We shouldn't be out here," you shouted, covering your head as much as you could. Jaehyun didn't care about the rain, he didn't care about anything. He just needed to be alone with you.

Jaehyun didn't say anything, his face remained completely stone cold as he pulled you under the cabana a ways from his home. He stood in front of you, staring at your bewildered face. Your hair was wet, moist eyes shining in the moonlight. The fabric of your clothes were clinging to your skin, the now wet gown going see through.

You hadn't even noticed, but Jaehyun did. He was right to always be a gentleman, to never let his desires cloud his eyes, but goodness. Your chest looked so good through the fabric. However, he has to remain calm and collected. Jaehyun took a deep breath, gulping before speaking.

"I want to be with you Y/N."

You truly did not know what to say. He pulled you out of your bed in the middle of the night out into the rain just to tell you this? "My grace, is this what you woke me for?"

Jaehyun took your hands looking down at you, eyes shifting between your eyes and lips. "I don't want to be married to her Y/N." His eyes shook, grip on your hands getting tight. He needed to be near you, close to you. For the past couple of months, you were his world, his only concern. But being forced into a marriage with a woman he barely knew for a week crushed him. He knew he couldn't be with you, but it hurt nonetheless.

"We should not be out here. It is your wedding night and you should be with her right now," you said sternly. Jaehyun noticed the way you looked around frantically. You were scared of being caught again, he could tell.

"Don't be scared. There is no one out here on a stormy night like this," he said softly.

"But the queen– she'll kill me if she sees me. She'll kill you if she sees me. Jaehyun we cannot continue like this," you said, brows furrowing. You didn't want to see him in a loveless marriage. You cared for him too much, but you couldn't keep putting your safety on the line. You always felt like he didn't understand you. Jaehyun had always had everything his whole life, never having to live with fear of losing anything or anyone. Of course, his responsibilities as a prince were different from yours – you were just a poor maid after all. But he seems so oblivious to your life and what you do, and this is one of the moments when he thinks life is easy for you just as it is for him.

"My mother says a lot of things. You do not need to worry about her. Her threats are empty," he said with a small smile.

"My grace… you are very naive," you sighed. "I am not safe here. I am not safe with you."

Jaehyun's happy expression slowly fades after hearing your words. You weren't safe with him? "You'll always be safe with me," he said, letting go of your hands.

"We are from 2 different worlds. I can never be safe with you. Even if you shield me with armor, I still wouldn't be safe," you said, taking his hands softly. "Please don't make that face at me."

"I'm not making a face." Jaehyun looked angry and hurt. He couldn't even lie to you even if he tried being the type to wear his heart on his sleeve. But he wasn't hurt by your words, more so the fact that everything you said was true. "I love you Y/N."

You've heard him say he loves you many times, but never like this. This time wasn't like a lovestruck puppy, he said it with conviction. Jaehyun was seriously in love with you. You didn't say anything, the storm getting worse as the big rain droplets fell onto the roof of the cabana, filling the space. "My grace–"

"Please just say my name," he sighed. "Right now it's just you and me. Just say my name, there is no need for formalities."

"Jaehyun," you started, "you can't love me. You must love your wife in the house."

The words stung his heart like needles. The reality of this unwanted situation kept coming through the light over and over again. He did not want to be with anyone that wasn't you and he knew he was in too deep. Just look at him – in the rain with you and not consummating his marriage with his now wife. He hated himself for falling so deeply for you, but was addicted to the fuzzy feeling in his heart, the butterflies in his stomach when he saw you. He wanted it all the time.

"Do you love me?"

You always pushed the thought of loving him to the back of your mind knowing it would get you nowhere, but at the moment, maybe you really did. You would never tell anyone how badly his marriage hurt you, watching him be wedded to a woman he barely knew for a week and expected to have a child with her. It was supposed to be you. In another world or another life it would've been you. But there's no point in suppressing your feelings anymore, not when his pretty brown eyes are looking at you like you're his whole world.

"Jaehyun, I cherish you alot," you answered, not wanting to confess yet. "I'll always cherish you."

"I..I want to be a good husband to her, but I don't think I can," he said. "I don't want to be like my father and have a mistress, I don't think I can live without you."

You hadn't realized you were crying until Jaehyun reached a hand up to your face, cupping your cheek and wiping away your tears with his thumb.

"Please don't cry. I hate seeing you cry," he said softly. Jaehyun pulled you closer to him gently, kissing your forehead.

"I'm tired Jaehyun," you sighed. You didn't want to talk anymore. The more you talked, the more you wanted to cry in his arms. You already had a long stressful day doing whatever task you had to do, so you would rather not create more stress for yourself. "You have a ball tomorrow, and I have to help set it up and help your– my princess."

Jaehyun gulped, reluctantly letting your hands go. Nodding, he took a step back. He did have a ball that he completely forgot about. Instead of getting rest, he was out in this stormy weather with you. "I understand. We will talk again tomorrow."

"Jaehyun–"

"We will talk again tomorrow," he repeated, tone dominant and a bit loud cutting you off.

You shook your head at his persistence. "Fine. We'll talk tomorrow. Goodnight, your grace.

"Goodnight." Jaehyun watched you run off into the rain, covering your head as much as you could to protect yourself from the rain. He wished he could just run away with you far from this place, this country, the palace. But for now all he could do was whisper the words he meant dearly as you ran.

"I love you."

"And are all the decorations ready?"

"Yes, your grace."

"And the invitations have been sent out?"

"Of course your grace."

Princess Rose stood tall as you pulled and tightened her corset, disposition remaining unphased as the garment squeezed her waist without warning. She was beautiful. Many people said she may be the most beautiful woman in the world. When you first met her, you wondered how long it would be until Jaehyun fell out of love with you. Her skin was as clear as a lake, eyes big and brown, body made of soft curves. Her smile lit up a room, but even with her image, Rose demanded respect and power anywhere she went. The perfect princess. The perfect queen.

She cleared her throat, making you glance up to look at her through the mirror. You almost stopped breathing realizing she was staring at you through the reflection, face stone cold. "Everyone out. Except you miss Y/N. You stay."

You tie the string tight in a bow, removing your hands from her body as soon as you are done. All of the other women in the room left in a hurry, not turning back to even get a glimpse of you or her.

The door shut, a loud echo making its way around the room. Rose turned around, her beauty becoming even more evident in the sunlight that peeked through the curtain. You stood there, hands folded in front of you as the both of you stood in silence. Rose looked you up and down, blonde brows scrunching as her mind raced with thoughts.

"I'm not jealous of you, you know," she said, breaking the silence.

You stared back at her confused. Jealousy? Where did that come from? "Jealous? I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean my grace," you said softly.

"I mean I'm not jealous of you," she repeated, a small smile tugging at her lips. But this wasn't a normal smile, it was condescending. "I was told that the prince and I would have some issues to work through in the early days of our marriage but I had no idea that said issue would be his very obvious relationship with his maid."

You stood there completely still. She knew. She knew about you and Jaehyun. Was it last night that she found out? Or did she see something the week she was in the country? You and Jaehyun had been so careful, or at least you tried to be. Jaehyun never cared as much as you did. "Let them find out. I don't care," he would always say.

"Calm down, you looked like you've seen a ghost," she said, laughing dryly. "It's alright that you and him have a secret relationship. I find it cute."

Your once shocked expression slowly turned hard, jaw clenching at the tone of her words. Cute? You didn't like that she called what you and Jaehyun had cute, especially not in that belittling tone. "Are you going to punish me for it?"

Rose suddenly burst into laughter hearing your question, her pretty smile making your stomach turn. "No. Why in the 7 seas would I do that," she said between giggles. "I don't care that he loves you and that you love him. In fact, I'm happy for you. It's hard for the poor to find happiness."

You winced at her statement. So this is what she was really like. Underneath the money, fame, clothes, face, body, she was just like every other royal you ever met. It wasn't surprising, but you didn't think she would shed her skin so quickly.

"I thought he would at least have some sense last night to consummate our marriage." The smile faded from her face, now being replaced with irritation. "A marriage means nothing if you can't produce an heir."

She was right, and it hurt you that she was right. Deep down you wanted all these things with him. The wedding, the wedding night, the honeymoon, the ball – just all of it. It was starting to feel like the princess was throwing all these things you couldn't have in your face. Rose took a step forward, looking at you deep into your eyes with an emotion you couldn't read.

"I know his mother must've caught the two of you at some point," she said quietly. "I'm not his mother, so there is no need to be scared of me."

You let out a small sigh of relief, but the small positive feeling was completely crushed under her feet. "But one thing about me is that I strive to be the best person possible at all times. I will be the best princess, queen, and wife. And the last part doesn't consist of you being with him within these walls."

"So what are you saying?"

Rose squinted her eyes at your sudden drop of honorifics, frown tugging on her lips. "Jaehyun is a very stubborn man, I'm sure you know this. Unless you release him from this mental anguish, he will never be happy, and I'm sure you want him to be happy don't you?"

You did want him to be happy. The only thing you ever wanted from him was to be happy. And your life has taught you that sometimes happiness takes sacrifice. "So you're saying that you want me to end things with him?"

"I knew you were smart," she said with a slight nod. "End things tonight. If you don't, just know things will be painful for the both of you from this point on. Now, do me a favor and let everyone back in."

You hurried to the door, opening it quickly. The other maids all walked back in a hurry, continuing what they were doing like they never stopped. Rose turned around, moving her hair to the front. You've never been more excited to work more than right now. All you wanted to do is delete the conversation you just had from your mind but it weighs heavy.

You have to do it tonight. You have to end things.

All you could hope is that he doesn't make it harder for you.

-

You stood in Jaehyun's office, the lamp softly brightening the space. It smelled of oak wood and lavender, two of his favorite smells. It was such a small space, completely closed off from the rest of the mansion. His office was his favorite place to be. It offered him lots of privacy especially in these days of high stress. He couldn't stand being pestered with all his royal duties, running away from everyone almost immediately.

You stood in the middle of the room, hands toying with the waist of your apron. You were on cooking duty for the rest of the night, so you were covered in all kinds of food and powders. Jaehyun was supposed to be outside with friends, family, acquaintances , her, but the moment he saw the note from you to come to his office he dropped everything to be there.

The music was blaring through the windows, all you could hear and see were expensive people drinking expensive wine in the most expensive clothes. It was traditional for the bride and groom to just simply be on a honeymoon by now, but because this was a special occasion of joining 2 kingdoms, there was a ball for the night.

You jumped, turning around instantly when the door opened. There stood Jaehyun in the most gorgeous suit you've ever seen. This was going to be very hard for you. Your heart pounded right out of your chest excited to see him but saddened with the thought of breaking his heart.

"I got your note," he said, walking up to you. Jaehyun looked you up and down, a smirk on his face at your messy appearance.

"Don't look at me like that," you said, face growing hot.

A deep chuckle erupted from his throat as he stepped to you, placing a hand on your waist. "I think you look very pretty tonight."

You didn't want to blush but you did, he was far too nice especially when you were covered in food, practically smelling like a bakery. "You should be saying that to your wife."

Jaehyun frowned, sighing at your response. "I did, but she didn't appreciate it as much as you did." He loved your shy, timid attitude. He loved the way you would look at the floor when you were embarrassed or nervous, like you were doing right now.

"J-jaehyun, we cannot continue this," you spoke softly. You needed him to listen to you, but you could tell he wasn't. The man was too busy staring at your lips, eyelids getting heavier the more he stared at you. "We cannot keep seeing each other like this. You are married now and-"

"Please. Can we not talk about this right now," he said softly.

"No. We have to." You removed his hand from your waist, but all he did was put both of them back. At this point, you were internally panicking. Knowing yourself, you can't become assertive with him. Every little touch, look, mention sent you into a spiral. "I want you to be happy and I'm sure you want to be happy. I don't want you to be miserable because of me."

Jaehyun pulled you closer to him gently, staring down into your eyes. "As long as you're around me, I won't be miserable." Jaehyun took your chin gently, tilting your head to look at him. You begin to feel yourself melt into his touch, resolve slowly melting away as he leans in. But you quickly regain your mind, shaking your head as you remove his hand.

"No. I will not do this. I will not be your mistress," you declared, stepping away from him.

Jaehyun stared at you without saying a word, looking at you with an unreadable expression. He knew you better than yourself at this point. When you were nervous or hiding something you would bite the inside of your cheek. Something definitely happened that he didn't know about, and he wants to find out.

"And why not," he said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Because you deserve to be happy. You deserve a marriage full of love and happiness and I don't intend on stopping that," you said. You could tell he wasn't listening to you since again, eyes trailing up and down your fully covered body.

"Fine."

Fine. Is that it? "Fine? Is that all you have to say?"

"Yes. I agree. I deserve to be happy."

You didn't understand, lashes fluttering in confusion. It was safe to say that you were a bit hurt, his soft stare turning intense, hands never leaving his front. But nonetheless, you nodded despite not wanting to and gathered your dress in your hands. Walking quickly to the door, you grabbed the knob when he spoke again.

"I don't want you to leave," he said.

You gulped, still turning the knob in silence.

"I said I don't want you to leave." Jaehyun's soft tone switched into a deep dark one, walking up to the door, holding it shut with force. He clearly shocked you and watched you remove your hand from the knob startled. Jaehyun had a million things going on through his mind at the moment, all of them having to do with you. "You aren't being yourself. I want you to tell me why."

"What are you talking about," you said quietly, not knowing if you were going to upset him or not.

"I'm saying that there is something you aren't telling me about and that's why you told me to come here tonight."

You couldn't tell him. Not tonight. Maybe another day or night where his reputation isn't solely based on the way he looks at his new wife. You know how he can be when angry, living and taking care of him and his family for many years now. Jaehyun is horrible at hiding facial expressions, even worse when he has to speak. His words have a bite to them, attitude on full display. You didn't want to ruin his night, be the blame for another reason he won't be happy in the future.

"I don't know what you're implying." You placed your hands behind your back, nerves now affecting your once still hands. You were shaking. This situation was a bit dire. You were only a maid, now being stuck in the middle of relationship politics you wanted nothing to do with. Jaehyun was growing ever more irritated with your persistence claiming there was nothing wrong. You looked like you saw a ghost, eyes continuously shifting between him and the window behind him.

Jaehyun likes to think he was a man of great intuition, always able to read people well. He knew right away it had something to do with Rose. "Did she say something to you?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"Rose," he said, making himself more clear. "Did she say something to you? Does she know about last night?"

You didn't answer, but your silence was everything he needed. He was angry, face turning red, lips pursing into a thin line. You've seen him mad, but never this mad. He was a smart man, but very impulsive, so when you saw him reach for the doorknob, your heart stopped for what felt like a million years.

"Please don't," you choked out, looking at him with pleading eyes. "We don't need to make this harder than it already is."

"I will not allow anyone to make any threats towards you, especially not on my property," he growled angrily through gritted teeth. Jaehyun grabbed the knob about to turn it, but stopped feeling your hand on his.

"Stop. Just stop." Your voice cracked, tears on the verge of spilling over. "This is why I agreed to do this. I don't want this, Jaehyun."

"Agreed to do what? Tell me. I demand it." His voice boomed through the room. You were certain people outside the window could hear him, like always he didn't care.

"Rose talked to me today in her room," you said, wiping your tears and sniffling. "She said to end things with you."

"And you agreed?"

"Because I had to," you sobbed. "I just want you to be happy. I don't want to be the reason you can't be happy. I don't want to be your mistress, I want to be your world, but if I have to give that up, I will."

Tears spilled down your face, hot and heavy as you cried. Jaehyun was still angry, but his expression softened as he watched you cry. The man wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace, trapping you in the warmth of his arms. No one has ever cried for him like this. No one has ever cried because of him like this. Jaehyun starts to feel the weight of the situation and regrets all his last actions. Nothing he has said or done has been in an effort to figure any of this out while you're left with the burden.

"It's okay Y/N. I'm sorry," he whispered, stroking your hair gently as he kissed the top of your head. "I'll never let anyone or anything come between us. I don't care what it takes."

You looked up at him, brows furrowing in worry. "But Jaehyun-"

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes. Of course I do."

"Do you love me?"

Yes, I love you. You said the words in your head, but you couldn't get them out. "I.. I.."

Jaehyun sensed your worry, moving his hands to your face, cupping you by both of your cheeks. "I need you to forget about everything that happened today. Forget about whatever she said to you. Just tell me one thing. Tell me if you love me."

"I do love you," you answered sniffling. "I love you Jaehyun."

He wished he could contain the feeling that swelled in his heart finally hearing you say those words but he couldn't, smirk plastered on his face as he wiped your tears with his thumbs softly. Even when you were crying, you were so pretty. He admired you in the silent room, the sound of people chatting and the string instruments being played outside filling the air.

You wrapped your arms around him, huffing his body tight. Jaehyun didn't mind that all the flour was getting on his clothes. He didn't care, as long as you were okay. But Jaehyun wasn't perfect even though he was a prince, he was only just a man.

As much as he hated seeing you sod and cry, there was a tiny voice in the back of his head going on and on about how pretty you were with tears down your face. Your shiny, wet eyes looking up at him wide, brows furrowed. You and Jaehyun had been close before hugging each other or kissing each other when you got the chance, but you've never been close. Jaehyun thought about it all the time, the thought of you pressed against him, hands molding your skin like dough and touching you anyway he wanted. not just telling how much he loves you but showing you.

He was so deep in thought that he never realized that you were staring up at him. "What are you thinking about," you asked softly.

"Just you. Only you." Before you could respond, he leaned down cupping your face as he kissed you deeply. You didn't expect it, stumbling against the wall a bit. Your back was pressed against the wall as Jaehyun pressed his body against yours, lips never leaving yours as he kissed you over and over again. You and Jaehyun have kissed many times, but nothing like this. When he kissed you before, it was sweet and innocent, but this time it's hot and desperate. You've never seen him act this way,

"Jaehyun wait," you painted softly, pulling away from the kiss. Your words went right through him, lips going right to your neck when you pulled away. You grasped his clothed arms being completely taken back by how fast everything was moving.

"I love you Y/N," he said against your neck. "I love you to the moon and back. Just let me show you how much I love you." Jaehyun locked lips with yours once again, almost knocking the air out of your lungs as his hands slid onto your back, undoing the tie that held your apron on your waist.

Placing your hands on his shoulders, you held him close, lips molding with his slowly as he let the fabric drop. Jaehyun's hands moved up your body slowly, cupping your chest through the top of your dress. This sensation was new to you, his touch barely there but you could still feel his fingertips pressing against your nipples. Your hands fell slowly from his shoulders onto his chest, wanting to just take off his jacket, but you were so nervous.

"Don't be nervous, okay," he whispered, taking your hands in his. You hadn't realized it yet, but you were shaking. You opened your eyes only to see him looking at you with the purest expression. "Let me take care of you."

He let go of your hands, placing them on your chest as his fingers toyed with the buttons on the front. You watch him, buttons coming undone one by one in what felt like forever. In this day and age, there are so many layers of clothing before you can see someone's skin. Jaehyun usually becomes irritated with these circumstances, but for some reason they were all the more exciting for him. You on the other hand just wanted to get it over with, anxiety taking over your mind as your thoughts jump from one thing to another.

Jaehyun pulled the sleeves off your shoulders, helping you remove your arms out of the grasp of the fabric. Your dress finally fell from your body. Jaehyun gazed at your figure, you being in nothing but a slip and corset. You were beautiful, probably the most beautiful woman he ever laid his eyes on. "You're so perfect," he sighed, a small smirk on his face.

"Please Jaehyun," you whined quietly. Your eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in, kissing you softly. Jaehyun made quick work of his coat, taking it off and throwing it in the chair next to the fireplace. Next went his waistcoat, lips now moving against yours feverishly. He pulled away for just a second to look at you, but smiled to himself as he watched you fumble with your corset.

"Do you want me to help you with that," he muttered.

You gave him a silent nod as you turned around. Jaehyun skillfully helped you, chuckling to himself. "What's so funny," you asked.

"I just love you so much. That's all," he answered. "I never thought I'd get this close to you."

You smiled to yourself, nodding at his words. "You're so sentimental, it's endearing."

A soft deep chuckle erupted from him, making you shiver. He loosens up the strings and helped you out of the constraining under garment. "I hope I'm still endearing when my cock is inside you." Jaehyun could tell how flustered he made you when he turned you around. You couldn't contain your emotions, palms clinging to your slip as you stared at your feet. "Don't get shy on me now. I want you to watch me. Can you do that?"

You looked up, watching him unbutton his shirt. You have always tried to be the best maid possible, but that never stopped you from having fantasies about him. You always thought about what he would look like under his shirt, or what he would look like on top of you. Now that it's about to happen, there are too many emotions flowing through you at once. One of them was excitement, his chiseled toned body against the dim light of his office, the way he looked at you as he let the shirt off his arms and onto the floor behind him.

"You must really want me don't you?" He took your waist, holding you tight. Jaehyun felt better than he did all day hearing pleasured sighs leave your lips, brows knitting at the feeling of his strong grasp.

"Do you know how pretty you look right now? How pretty you sound when you gasp like that?" Jaehyun began hiking your slip up, watching you gulp, the dress getting shorter and shorter below you. "I will never let anyone take you from me. You're mine, all mine."

"All yours," you whispered, nodding as his fingers trailed from your stomach to right above your soaking wet core. "Please touch me."

Jaehyun obliged, teasing you as his fingers ghosted right above your clit, softly gliding them in the sensitive bud. He watched you, eyes glossed in pleasure as your body twitches, haven't felt this feeling in a while. "So pretty," he whispered, rubbing the bud slowly. "Every part of you."

Soft sweet moans filled his ears as he touched you, gulping as you held onto his arms. Your eyes shut, taking in the pleasure he was giving you.

"Does it feel good?"

"Y-yes," you moaned quietly.

"Look at me my love." Jaehyun's cock jumped in his pants when you did as he asked. You even follow directions perfectly, it's unbelievable. He maintained eye contact with you as he began to rub you faster, evoking whines from your throat. Your nails dug into his skin, not hard enough to scratch it though.

"Jaehyun," you whimpered softly. "M-more, please."

Jaehyun nodded fast, heart growing tender at your cute pleading. He moved from your clit to your wet entrance, fingers rubbing and tracing the hole. Jaehyun slowly pushed his fingers into you, the long thick digits giving you the stretch that you needed. You threw your head back slightly, resting it on the door as you moaned.

"Oh God.." You were already squeezing around his fingers before he started moving them. But you had to hold out, this could be the first and last time you got to do this with him.

"I love you so much," he muttered against your neck as he started pumping his fingers in you slowly. The noises coming from you were astonishing, the slow sounds of your wet cunt bouncing off the walls. Your expression and moans made his cock rock hard, all he wanted to do is make you cum.

You leaned in, kissing him deeply as he moved his fingers in you. "Feels so good," you whispered against his lips. You closed your eyes, lips still ghosting above his as you pant into his mouth.

He sped up his hand, fingers digging deeper into you as he thrusted them fast. The friction of his fingers set your body on fire, hands gripping his arms hard. "You're so beautiful like this, melting into my hands. Do you know how much I've thought about this moment?"

You could barely hear him though he was right in front of you, brain not being able to concentrate due to the feeling between your legs. Your soft whines and moans filled the air, quiet cries of his name falling from your lips. Jaehyun pressed you against the door even more using his other hand to lift your leg to thrust his fingers deeper in you.

"Oh my god," you whimpered, clinging to his body.

"I know, darling. I know it feels good," he cooed in your ear. "I want you to make a mess of my fingers."

You were now grinding on his hand, clit lightly brushing against his palm driving you to your orgasm with every movement of your hips. Your whines were getting louder in pitch, but you tried to hide it, being right behind the door. Anyone could walk past and hear you, and you really didn't want that to happen, but Jaehyun didn't care anymore. He didn't care about anything but you at the moment.

"Lose yourself. It's just me and you and no one else. Cum in my hand." His deep raspy voice guided you to your first orgasm in a while, squeezing around his fingers tight as you moaned into his neck.

"J-jaehyun," you whimpered. He kept pumping his fingers in you as you came, making the leg you were balancing yourself on shake. Growing impatient, Jaehyun stopped fingering you, slowing down his fingers and pulling them out of you slowly.

"I need to be inside you, Y/N. Do you want that," he questioned, resting his forehead on yours.

"Yes. Yes, I need you," you said breathlessly. You kissed him, cupping his face as he kissed you back. The two of you quickly fell into a rhythm, tongues dancing with each other as he undid his pants, fingers skillfully undoing the buttons.

"Let's get this off of you, hm?" Jaehyun lifted your slip, motioning his head for you to put your arms up. You obliged, easing them above your head allowing him to take the undergarment off of you. You kicked off your shoes right after making him smile to himself. Jaehyun couldn't keep his eyes off your body. He dropped the fabric to the floor, hands attaching to your body like a magnet. You let out soft gasps at every touch, squeeze, pinch he gave you, his hands all over you for the first time. Your skin was so soft, every scratch or scar lighting a flame in him. Even your imperfections were beautiful.

"You feel so good in my hands," he muttered, making you smile to yourself.

"I like the way your hands feel on me," you say, kissing him softly. You let out a small sigh as he moved his hands from your ass to your chest, watching as he leans down, mouth attaching to your nipple. Licking and sucking your nipples all while squeezing the flesh in his plans, maintaining eye contact with you as he plays out the sinful actions you dreamt of.

"God I can't wait any longer," he mumbled. Jaehyun kissed up your chest to your neck and jawline, finally making it to your lips, biting your bottom lip softly. "I need you to take all of me, but you have to be quiet."

He placed one hand on the bottom of your back and used the other to lift your leg. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply as he took his cock, rubbing the tip between your legs slowly.

"I can be quiet," you muttered in his mouth. "Quiet as a mouse."

"That's my girl." Jaehyun lined himself with you, slowly pushing himself in your wet entrance. A soft sigh fell through his lips, the warmth of your wrapped around him. He wanted this for so long to feel close to you, to be this close to you.

"My god," you whined, fingers running through his hair. You let out soft moans every time he thrusted in you, deep and slow. Closing your eyes, you leaned your head back against the door taking in the pleasure he was going to you. But Jaehyun kept his eyes open, staring at your pretty face, listening to your pretty moans as he rocked his body into you. His grip on his leg gets tighter the deeper he thrust into you, fingertips digging into your skin.

Jaehyun wouldn't be surprised if there were people running around looking for him right about now. He's been in this room with you for almost an hour, leaving his new wife to look for you. Not even he himself would've guessed he'd be deep inside you right now, fucking you on the door where anyone could come buy and easily tell what was happening behind it. He'd always been reckless, but at this rate he didn't care. Everyone in the world was trying to keep you away from him, and he had enough. If you had to crash and burn for loving him, you were going to take him with you whether you wanted to or not.

Jaehyun's face was now in the crook of your neck, groaning softly against your skin as he kissed it softly. "You're so beautiful," he mumbled. "So perfect, I love you so much."

"I-I love you," you whimpered softly, brows furrowing feeling him thrust harder. "Oh my god, don't stop."

And he didn't. He kept going, hand leaving your back and moving to your hip. You haven't felt this good in ages, almost completely forgetting about the kind of situation you were in, until there was a knock on the door.

"Prince Jaehyun? Are you in there," a guard called out. More voices were heard from outside the door, footsteps all over the hallway.

Jaehyun halted his movement for a second, glancing at you who was making a panicked expression. "Quiet," he mouthed. Jaehyun started thrusting in you, staring at you intensely. He was lost in the sight of you, your head falling back, jaw dropping in pleasure once again. You felt so fragile at the moment, so vulnerable under him.

"You're doing so well for me, beautiful," he whispered.

"Am I," you whispered with a small smile.

Jaehyun nodded as he kissed you. You immediately moaned into his mouth, making him go faster. At this point you were far too gone, you were going to cum all over him once again. "I'm so close, my prince," you moaned breathlessly.

My prince. Those words sounded so good coming from you. So pure, innocent, loving. He would love to be yours forever. "Me too Y/N."

He kept going, ignoring the knock on the door once again. He just wanted to make you feel good. Jaehyun swallowed hard, face back in the crook of your neck feeling you flutter around him.

"Jaehyun, I'm cumming," you whimpered, trying to keep your voice as low as possible. You came on him, orgasm so hard you saw stars as you screwed your eyes shut.

But Jaehyun kept going, his orgasm getting closer and closer. He should pull out of you. He should really pull out. But self control is not his strong suit. The both of you are so wrapped up in the amazing feeling that when Jaehyun cums inside of you, you didn't even feel it. All lines become blurry, nothing makes sense, the room is just hot and stuffy filled with the smell of sex.

That's when it hits you.

"Jaehyun, what did you just do?"

[elhayd]

Not crazy but i want to share them sooo

-Conaware forever (Connecticut x Delaware) fight me

-Maryland and Delaware both have no friends

-Kentucky struggles with slang

-Rhode Island definitely tried that ‘mailing yourself’ trend while drunk

-NC and CT are both trans men (because I said so)

-New Hampshire absolutely “accidentally” bit at LEAST 3 other states

-Connecticut wears contacts

-i don’t really do like ‘states as siblings’, but if I did:

NY, Mass, & Connie (in that age order)

Illinois, Minnesota, Iowa, & Missouri (in that age order even though it’s historically inaccurate but idc)

Then the obvious

The Virginias

The Carolinas

The Dakotas

Hello sinners, the WTTT fandom is unhinged in the most beautiful way ever and I want to unleash it

So tell me your craziest headcanons

[my-timing-is-digital]

◈   TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER!

favourite colour(s): Blue & black (again, black is technically not a colour, but here we are)

favourite flavour(s): Uh, my toothpaste?

favourite genre(s): Why, but sci-fi, of course. Fantasy sometimes, detective, psychological thrillers, ol' Willy Shakes' tragedies and comedies.

favourite music: Oh god. I listen to an extensive variety of music. Metal, classical, indie, edm, pop, jazz, (hard)rock, Britpop to name just a few. My favourite music is starkly dependent on what I'm interested in at that moment; it's difficult to pinpoint exactly what my favourite music is.

favourite movie(s): Star Trek: First Contact & Insurrection, Jurrasic Park I & III (idc about the historically inaccurate dinos), Trainspotting I, Interstellar, Shrek II (dude was my entire childhood), Die Hard, Galaxy Quest, Castaway, Ghostbusters, The Shape of Water.

favourite series: Star Trek: The Next Generation, Discovery & Strange New Worlds, Stargate Universe, Threshold, idk I'm not really a watching-a-lot-of-(netflix)-series kind of person.

last song: Drown by Boy in Space.

last series: Star Trek: The Next Generation. (I actually watched Darmok the other day and was like, damn, this is an excellent episode, and I want to steal Picard's fancy jacket, because it looks so incredibly soft!)

last movie: Probably something with Brent idk.

currently reading: "Currently reading" aka books I still haven't finished reading: The Complete Robot by Isaac Asimov, The Untold Story by Genevieve Cogman, Dead Men's Trousers by Irvine Welsh, Songs of Innocence and Experience by William Blake, Lord of The Rings the first one, I think, and I'm listening to Brent's audiobook Fan Fiction.

currently watching: Nothing. Just occasionally rewatching, but not watching anything new.

currently working on: I'm working on a let's play video and written essay for uni, and have to constantly replay Detroit: Become Human for said assignment, memorising my lines for a 20-minute play, my hyperfixation for Data, and drafts, of course.

Tagged by: @nebulaties

Tagging: @heartfledged, @gnosticpriesthood, @sayonaradumbass, @lettherebemonsters, @dannsa-dotair, & anyone who hasn't been tagged yet!

[dykesymmetry]

I'm sorry to tell you but I would love to hear about the historical inaccuracies and all of your qualms with the pirate au with naval captain techno and this is your blog on a site you presumably come onto to enjoy yourself so you genuinely should have to worry about offending people with your thoughts and opinions so long as you're respectful and acknowledge their efforts before listing what was done wrong so they can learn :// /gen

WAH ok ok. uh. this is not gonna be a super serious rant bc i dont have any actual issues w the fic and its very well-written and if u like shit like potc or whatever u should definitely read it bc its very fun. that being said thats also MY special interest theyre butchering so im just gonna like. infodump about golden age of piracy below the cut

gonna start this off rq by saying im ignoring any obviously fantastical elements like erets magic or the weird storm at the beginning cause like. idrc about adding in fantasy shit, my own pirate au has like. piglins and shit. its fine idc

ok first major point is like. general characterization. which i dont honestly think is the fault of the writer misunderstanding the characters or anything, i think its more just the general assumption that pirates were all lawless renegades and the navy were idealistic men or something, in which case, lil bastard shit philza would fit the pirate role better while deeply ideological techno would fit the navy. but. i find it really fucking hard to believe that a character whos anarchist ideals make up a big portion of his motivations would be a bootlicker. and he honestly fits pretty well into the role of pirate captain? a big part of like. piracy in general. was creating this terrifying image of yourself, bc realistically you didnt want to get in a fight with every ship, that costs ammo and ship repairs and possibly lives. and i think technoblade, someone who is usually known as The Blade and who has a reputation for just being. super fucking bloodthirsty. but in reality has deepseated ideals and is determined to protect his friends at all costs, would fit way better into the role of pirate captain than phils casual war criminal self would (to be clear: i aint saying phil wouldnt be a pirate, he absolutely would. im just saying hed be a kinda shit captain tbh)

second point: pirate crews did not have the same highly hierarchical approach to roles on a ship as the navy did. to the writers credit, they kinda touched on this in ch 3 when they mentioned that the mens loyalty would still lie w phil rather than techno, but like. pirate captains werent just put into place like that, and certainly not by the previous captain. they were generally elected by the crew, who could then elect someone else if they didnt live up to their standards. also, when someone joined the crew, there'd be this whole captains code thing that theyd have to read and sign (admittedly, i know why they didnt put that part in, paperwork is boring im not faulting them for that)

along the same lines as the hierarchical shit, there wasnt really a first mate, at least in terms of like. "second in command." what there Was was a quartermaster, someone who kinda like. relayed messages between the crew and captain. again, not a huge grievance, just something that kept bugging me every time they mentioned it

another rather small grievance but one that bugged me nonetheless: at the end of ch 3, they had this moment where techno looked up at their colors and had a minute of Self Reflection that i completely ignored bc like. you would absolutely not just sail around w the black raised you are a sitting fucking target and it gives any navy vessel/pirate hunters just like. a dead giveaway that you should be attacked. youd only raise the colors if you were like. actively chasing a prize

ALSO while we're at it. this ones not a historical inaccuracy but is more of just a missed opportunity. not everyone had the same flag! most pirate captains had their own unique designs, some a bit more. goofy. than others

in phil and my au, techno has a flag similar to calico jacks (top right), but with a pig skull instead of a humans. again, its not entirely historically inaccurate, but it wouldve been cool to see what their ideas were for a unique philza flag

ok my last major issue here and one i wanted to save for last bc its a bit more graphic than others: corporal punishment (pogchamp!). im gonna be honest, im not super familiar w what could and couldnt get you punished w the royal navy, But what i do know is that the whole. cutting off a hand thing. would not be super accurate. if he was punished, hed likely be whipped (probably w a cat o nines which are like. super fucking brutal. not a fun time in the slightest). amputations were more of a "whoops you got an infection and this is the 18th century so our treatment is just to Chop" thing

[briebdraw]

so i watched pirates of the caribbean on netflix and i just dont have any excuses

also “tu kai” means “shut up” ✨

[afrival]

what are your top hetalia ships and how did you come to like them 🥺

I have rewritten this so many times bc I don’t know how to properly express my thoughts on anything 🏃 anyway get ready to cringe bc I’m about to take my most humiliating interest a little too seriously

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So first things first, I have SEVERAL ships for Hetalia. So many. Here’s the list of my main five:

RusAme, FrUk, GerIta, AmeriPan, and AsaKiku

Now let’s get into overanalyzing these mfs

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1: How I started shipping them (please watch the edits I link bc that’s how I got into most of these)

RusAme- My friend ships them and got me into them, and now they’re my favorite ship in all of anime. This is the first RusAme edit I ever saw, before I actually got into Hetalia

FrUk- RUSAME/FRUK STANS GO STRONG. They kinda come as like an extra w/ RusAme so ofc I love them. But specially this edit made me WHWHEHHEEHRJRJ

GerIta- They are basically canon and such a default accepted pairing how can you NOT ship them. Here’s the edit that to this day makes me cry and perfectly just expresses their relationship

AmeriPan- THEIR DUO EPISODES ARE SOME OF THE BEST IN THE ENTIRE FUCKING SHOW GOODBYE 🙅 there so cute i can’t here

Asakiku- idk. no idea. I just decided I liked them one day, there’s barely any edits of them but here’s a Japan edit that made me go ape

2: Dynamics

RusAme- Something about best friends to enemies to lovers just hurts me idk 🤷 I also adore relationships where you can bully each other as a form of affection and that rlly shows with like all of these. They just have been through much shit personally and with each other that they just want to relax and have a good time. They literally know so much about each other that they don’t really have to communicate anything? Not that they’re good at that in the first place. The biggest thing for them is teaching each other how to apologize and admit you’re an asshole

FrUk- Old married couple 😩🙌 They were centuries long enemies who were also best friends and eventually all of that just faded. They’re so comfortable around each other and it’s so heartwarming. Out of all of these to me they really capture what Unconditional Love should be. Also, again, bullying as a form of affection— however they can also be extremely soft with each other

GerIta- People are slandering this ship now for no reason other than a popular fan theory could somewhat be technically historically inaccurate, also because it’s popular LMAO . Gay disaster himbo and his flirty feral Italian boyfriend— they are the SOFTEST and fluffiest ship on this list. A common theme I have w/ all of my ships is that they HAVE to be best friends. They are childhood sweethearts and it absolutely melts my heart

AmeriPan- MAN okay I just. If you’ve seen any of their episodes together you already know. Again with the best friend theme— they are just AAAA SO CUTE IDC. Their main thing I see is just learning about forgiveness, and it really just hits me hard sometimes. Kiku is so like? He’s such a fun character and his dynamic with Alfred is genuinely so funny. They can both be very passive aggressive to each other in teasing ways, but Kiku also has to keep Al on a leash at almost all times. They’re a power duo who play video games and watch anime together 💕

AsaKiku- I have nothing to say abt them other than I base this ship off of pure vibes and energy. I can’t explain why I like it I just do. Maybe it’s the whole isolated grumpy island solidarity thing 🙄✌️

3: Well you see

I 100% understand where shipping country’s can be so whack. That’s why I really don’t see them as country’s? They’re just people who happen to represent a nations people and carry hundreds of years of history. I like exploring my favorite parts of history with these characters without making it ABOUT the event itself— also obviously I don’t do this with every goddamn thing that’s ever happened historically. That’s so whack LMAO

I could write essays on RusAme and FrUk but I just don’t feel like it rn but if you are curious I will GLADLY make a post or go on a rant in dms abt it

[gingerteaonthetardis]

BITCH WAIT YOU'RE WATCHING REIGN?? REIGN??? reign my bestie reign? my enemy reign??? how dare you watch a shitty cw show without me and it's not even vampire diaries or something!! but oh my god this is so funny, if tumblr functioned i would tell you to check my blog rn for all the times i've Suddenly Remembered Reign.

i binge-watched 2 seasons when i had a severe flu at least four years ago and it's like a fever dream to me. i clicked on it because megan follows is in it and TO ME. she is the woman of all time. nothing but respect for my anne of green gables!!!

anyway i watched it all in a haze of fever. i was a bash bestie. idc if his existence is historically inaccurate, idc if it makes no sense for him to end up with mary mcqueen of mcfucking scots!!! idc!!! let them KISS!!!

aaaand holy shit, i was about to spoil absolutely everything for you by ranting about where and why i stopped watching, but let me just say. i mean, it was simply too much of a drag for me. i was both emotionally compromised and immunocompromised and couldn't cope with what they were doing to my boy, so i left forever and have quite literally never returned. but i do look back, on occasion. and i go. 'hey that guy had really pretty eyes. what if they lived happily ever after...'

I love that both our shows have a 'they are married' vibe. It would be funny comparing them further than that lmao

akshdksjs okay, so tell me about your show, please, i want to know how far the comparison goes!!

as for My Bad Show—and god, it is so bad, RIP to bad wolf productions, you never fail to make something soooo corny—i get the feeling that the fandom would be... almost vehemently opposed to me introducing polyamory to the mix? because as i said in the original tags, the straights are soulmates.

but i just think that very fact opens the door for a deeper understanding and more flexibility, and also. cuddles. (i subjected thinky to my ramblings already about how my guy is probably severely touch-starved. because he's loved essentially a ghost for 400 years!!! girl help!! i'm spiraling!!!)

[dilfhakyeon-moved]

strawberry and raspberry

Buhdhdhhd I barely ever watch anything so you're gonna get animes sorry

Strawberry: it's the series, right ? Bet you should watch Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency. Amazing, fun, great actors, all that's good.

TURN: Washington's Spies is very historically inaccurate but I rly enjoyed watching it ngl

Now I'm gonna recommend you watch Samurai Flamenco, it's a really fun and,, weird anime with only ~20 episodes (all the animes I recommend are bc ppl usually don't wanna get invested in ~300 eps)

Flip Flappers is also good although shorter ? Lesbian magical girls 10/10 and there's a green rabbit

Rokka no Yuusha, also ~20 episodes, heroes who go on a quest but end up getting trapped and whole loads of bullshit, yadda yadda

+ Senyuu is short and the episodes are 5 minutes long 👉😎👉

Raspberry: onto films uh

The two GOTG films. Idc what you think about Peter Quill but he's incredibly interesting as a character and having watched these films you understand him MUCH better. Not to mention Chris Pratt, Raccoon, baby Groot ? All positives. Nah, Drax too. Actually everyone is good go watch

Origins is an animation film, I don't remember who made it but I remember it striking me as a child so you should check it out

Again, Mozart L'opéra Rock. I know it's a musical but there's a pro recording so hey

Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind - it's the first film Hayao Miyazaki made and it's absolutely great and empowering women so 👀👌 good shit

Another animation film, Spirited Away, it's a classic but it deserves some sort of shout out so YEET. I haven't watched that many films anyway