#Tiny Kingdom Music

[thepermanentrainpress]

New Music Video: "Tough Kid" - Skye Wallace

[somelazyassartist]

I hate having really pretty visually interesting dreams because I know I'll wake up and forget it and even if I try to draw them before I forget I won't be able to recreate the style :(

[calypso-apologist]

Could you do Hermes and/or Apollo head-cannons if there s/o is like a princess but her father (the king) was both verbally and physically abusing her thx :)

tumblr user arsonist123 really making me reconsider adding the heart after every post's title but i'm commited to the aesthetic

Hermes and Apollo with an abused princess darling ♡

Hermes

Hermes is the type of guy to straight up kidnap you. Consensually, of course. If you'd let him, he would absolutely just pick you up and fly off, giggling loudly.

But of course, you're too kind for this world despite all the suffering and hardships you've endured and you don't want to leave the people in your kingdom with the tyrant king.

It's adorable, of course, but come on, the kidnapping thing would've been so much fun!

Still, Hermes adores your cute self too much to just go against your wishes like that. And so he starts to think of a plan to get you to himself. He might be getting some tips from Athena, but he decides those are too boring. And then he has the brilliant idea to ask Zeus for help.

Because asking Zeus about romance obviously always works well.

Still, no matter who helped, Hermes did come up with a plan! Sort of.

His plan is to quite literally scare your father shitless. He uses his role as the Messenger God and delivers your father a very scary (and very fake) prophecy from Apollo himself. Yes, he got his help to write it. To make it more believable.

And then cashed in a few favors, getting Zeus and Poseidon to cause some nasty storms around your island. Maybe some shitty crops if Demeter agrees to help. And maybe a tiny plague with Apollo's help.

And the "prophecy" clearly states your father has to give up his crown to you and leave the palace to live as a beggar among his people.

And it also includes you making a visit to a certain god's temple to get his blessings and so the curse placed on your land is undone. A temple that belongs to someone who's not afraid to... send a message.

Of course you go to his temple, knowing damn well who the "prophecy" was about. And you confront him about it, flicking his nose.

"You've made the whole prophecy thing up, didn't you, Hermes?"

You only get laughter in response.

Apollo

When he learned that his precious little ray of sunshine is getting hurt, he comes up with a plan.

Now, of course, he'd be delighted to simply shoot your father, but that would put you at risk of being given away to one of your suitors.

The suitors you, of course, keep refusing, absolutely enamored with the God who composes songs and speaks poetry just for your ears each night.

And so, he plans to free you in a way that you'll probably consider very sweet and romantic.

He disguises himself as an artist, a musician, who wishes to work in your father's palace and asks for your hand in marriage.

Of course, while your father laughs at him marrying you, he does enjoy music, so he lets the mysterious man stay and play for him.

He is immediately the only one you care about, sneaking away whenever you can. You're happy! You're just so happy that he's there, always giving you that soft, adoring look as he subtly serenades you, his words so masterful that only you understood, everyone else assuming his songs were about the beauty of nature.

Eventually, even if it takes weeks or maybe even months, he softens your father's heart and asks again to have you as his bride.

It's worth noting that with just how your father has grown to adore the new musician, he's also stopped harming you in any way, easily soothed into sleeping if he was nearby, charmed by Apollo's words.

And then, once the king finally agrees, Apollo reveals himself as the god of music and poetry, taking you away from your father's kingdom...

And then he still shoots him, of course.

[nonexistentirl]

The crown hosts a ball. Of course all noble households in the Roan kingdom are present. Same goes for the Duke's House of Henituse as well.

Cale, who had separated himself from the rest of his family members to go to a corner and enjoy the desserts with the invisible Raon and had kept his Dominating Aura activated to keep the annoyances away, is approached by his youngest sibling.

Lily, being the brave knight she is, asks her eldest brother for a dance. Cale, who already feels guilty for being as absent from her life as he is and not being a proper older brother for her, accepts it for her sake. He needs to do at least this much for her as an older brother.

There is, however, one tiny problem.

Cale, no, Kim Roksoo doesn't know how to dance. The original Cale Henituse was so invested in his act of being a trash that he never bothered to learn it, so currently Cale had no muscle memory to rely on either.

Lily, who kind of predicted this when she approached him, ends up leading the dance. It's truly an unexpected sight to see Cale Henituse dancing a waltz in the middle of the ballroom. The Commander, who was often seen bleeding out on the battlefield as he fought in the forefront, elegantly moving his body to the flow of the music was truly captivating.

Basen Henituse has never been so jealous of his little sister seven years his junior. Neither has he ever felt so remorseful of being born a man. He wishes he could share a waltz with his elder brother too.

Cale, the magnanimous brother as he is, readily agrees to dance with him. When they're off the floor, Basen makes a victory fist as soon as nobody is watching.

Duchess Violan hesitates at first. But then she decides she should join in on the fun too. Thus, for the first time ever, she shares a waltz with her step son. Something she only used to do with her husband and son, Basen, in the past. She never expected there would come a day when it would be possible for her to dance with Cale. However, as it seemed, today was the day.

Deruth is much too overwhelmed at being reminded of Jour to ask Cale for a dance. He's just happy watching the others enjoy themselves.

The thing that Lily started, what was continued by Basen and Violan, naturally everyone wanted to be a part of it. Not everyone was lucky enough though. Cale accepted their requests for a dance because they were his family. As for the rest of the people present in this ballroom? He could care less.

He does end up sharing a dance with Amiru Ubarr and Rosalyn though, people who were good at leading the dance for the inexperienced him.

Once he returns from the ball, the children demand he dance with them. Raon, who watched his dance at the ball, tries to imitate his partners leading Cale through the dance. On and Hong are quick to learn as they watch before each following suit one after another.

It was the night the Black Castle shone the brightest and illuminated the Forest of Darkness to the point the name had never felt less fitting as it did that day.

Bonus:

Taking a leaf out of Basen's book, Alberu asks his precious dongsaeng for a dance. Cale is disgusted and flabbergasted but also plays along.

"dongsaeng, are you purposefully trying to step on my feet?"

"hyung-nim must know I never learned to dance, so it's expected."

"you didn't step on anyone else's feet though?"

"maybe they were just better at leading the dance than you are."

Alberu, baffled, "cheeky brat."

"the brat is older than yourself, hyung-nim."

"ha!" Alberu is in disbelief. "Well, i guess I should assign a dance instructor to my beloved dongsaeng then."

The dance ends and Cale whispers to him before walking away "sure. Send him to the Black Castle." Knowing it's near impossible for anyone to withstand the presence of the individuals residing there.

The next day, Tasha is at the Black Castle.

"My nephew asked me to teach the young master how to waltz. I was the one to teach that boy, so you can rest assured!"

Cale feels like he lost for the first time in a while.

[takenbypeter]

My Blond Pretty Princess

Benjamin Poindexter x reader

Words: 595

A/N: got this after someone commented that Dex was their blond pretty princess in one of my posts and idk if they wanna be tagged but I thought it was adorable to call him that

Did Dex love the idea of you going with your friends to a club all by yourself? No. But did he know that it would be wrong to do anything to stop you? Yes. And while his original plan was to go with you, (just to make sure you were safe), work had to thwart his way. Fortunately he had just about finished up when his phone rang. 

Your contact photo filled his screen and he paused instantly thinking the worst. Without getting too ahead of himself he picked up the phone, hearing the sound of muffled music and cars in the background. Then came your voice, “Dex!” He moved away from his phone as you practically shouted in his ear. “I miss you! I’m not having any fun without you!” 

Dex’s smile grew crooked as he relished in the fact that you wanted him there. Someone missed him. And not just someone. You. “Are you still there?”

“I’m sitting outside on the curb.” 

“I’ll be there soon,” is all he said before he took off. It didn’t take long for Dex to reach you. And as soon as he pulled up sure enough there you were perched on the curb. 

Putting the car hazard lights on he got out and opened the passenger side before kneeling to your side. 

“Hey,” he said and your head slowly turned towards him. Your eyes widened in excitement at the sight of Dex as a smile spread along your face. “Hey.”

“Are you okay? Can you stand?”

You nodded, your head began to feel heavy while you started to push yourself up off the ground. “I’m only a tiny bit tipsy but I’m fine.” Is what you said but your swaying movements that prompted him to grab your waist, proved otherwise. 

With one hand around you he walks you to the car and gently sat you in the passenger seat. Only after making sure all your limbs were inside, he shut the door then joined on the other side. 

The car ride home was surprisingly quiet on your end. In fact Dex was the one pulling the conversation from you. 

“Did you have fun?” The question was genuine. 

You shrugged, your eyes closed while your head lay against the headrest. “It was alright at first but then it just got boring, and then some people tried to join our group but I wasn’t really about that. I didn’t really want to be there with anyone except you.”

Dex’s cheeks rose at knowing that you felt the way he constantly felt. You fell quiet again but he noticed your head turn to his direction. 

He kept his eyes on the road in front but could see you staring at him from his peripheral. 

“What is it?”

“Do you know you’re my pretty princess?”

Dex tried his best to contain his laugh but your slurred words genuinely caught him off guard. 

“I thought I was a knight in shining armor.”

“Sometimes but you’re my princess…you know why?” You waste no time in sharing the answer with him. “Cause a princess protects her kingdom and keeps it in order. She helps her people but she also needs help from a knight. That’s just like you. You protect me but sometimes you need help too.”

“So does that make you the knight?”

“Absolutely,” your word drifted off as you faced forward again and rested your head back as sleep was beginning to catch up with you. 

“My blond pretty princess,” were your last words as you drifted off into la la land. 

[starryylies]

♡。·˚˚· Dad! Simon and his little princess ·˚˚·。♡

Ever since your daughter was born, your husband had gone from a feared killer to an established guest at your daughter's tea party.

Today's tea party was different though, it was his little star's coronation ceremony where she will be crowned as the princess of her kingdom!

So there he is, your massive trunk of a husband crouched on a small chair hunching over an even smaller table holding a little pink cup with his pinkies out because the Madame (his 3 year old daughter) said it's impolite.

He pulls out a chair for ms ellie (a stuffed elephant toy) serving her some freshly baked biscuits and giving her a cup of lukewarm tea with lots of cream and sugar!

The ceremony begins after ms ellie has eaten her biscuits and drunk her tea,

your daughter stands up moving towards the ballroom (the living room) with mr stripes (her royal advisor who's a stuffed tiger) and her father who holds the twinkling tiara which is placed over a soft cushion,

He treads slowly so he can match the speed of his daughter's tiny little footsteps.

The ceremony is lavish and grand in your daughter's eyes, classical music plays through your speakers as Simon places the beautiful tiara adorned with little glittery gems on his daughter's head while you capture the moment, grinning tooth to tooth.

If Simon was shown this picture a few years ago he would've completely denied that it's him in the picture, brushing it off saying that he would never even think of having a family.

But now he stands proudly as the princess's father :)))

ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ˚‧｡♥｡‧ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ

fluff overloadddd!! ꒰ঌ(⃔ ⌯' '⌯)⃕໒꒱

[pukefactory]

Eternal sugar x a shy mermaid reader that lives in one of her ponds but only comes out when attracted to music and only comes out a night

₊˚⊹⋆ ♡〜 SINCE I CAUGHT YOUR EYE 〜♡ ₊˚⊹⋆

˗ˏˋ ♡ Summary: A Compilation of Headcanons Featuring Eternal Sugar Cookie X Mermaid Reader

˗ˏˋ ♡ Character(s): Eternal Sugar Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

˗ˏˋ ♡ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

˗ˏˋ ♡ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

˗ˏˋ ♡ Image Credits: @Devsisters

❤︎ The first time Eternal Sugar spotted movement in a juice pond, she thought it was a ripple of stray magic—a spell dancing back to her out of habit. But when her fingers idly plucked at her silver lyre under the constellations, something surfaced. Something delicate, glittering with wet pearls, too shy to rise beyond the reeds. Her melody halted in surprise, and just like that… you sank back into the dark.

❤︎ Since then, Eternal Sugar plays her music only under the moonlight and never in haste. Her fingers trail across the strings in a slower tempo, her hum barely above a breath. Not to coax, no—to invite. Like honey slipped onto the tongue. Every night becomes a ceremony, her voice dipping into silken lullabies not for an audience, but for you. “Sweet little pearl,” she once murmured to the pond, “why do you tremble when I sing for you?”

❤︎ You never speak when you surface. At least not at first. Only your eyes shimmer above the water, nervous and wide. Yet Eternal Sugar never demands. She is patient—she is endless. She’ll sit beside the pond for hours, her hands folded in her lap, not a word said unless accompanied by music. “The quiet ones,” she sighs, “often sing the most beautiful secrets when ready.”

❤︎ Eventually, she learns the shape of your silences. The way your fins twitch nervously when she draws too close. The ripple in your tail when you’re curious. She choreographs her every motion around your fears—never cornering, only circling, like the moonlight that never quite touches the bottom of the pond. It is seduction in stillness.

❤︎ One night, you gift her a single scale from your tail, shimmering like abalone. It had taken every shred of courage. She receives it as if it’s a relic—presses it to her lips, eyes fluttering shut. “A token,” she whispers, “from the ocean’s own muse. How fortunate I am to be beloved by the depths.” You hadn’t meant for it to mean that, but she folds it into a locket of sugar glass all the same.

❤︎ Eternal Sugar eventually constructs a domed marble altar beside the pond—a moonbathing pavilion, she calls it. Not for worship, she insists. For welcoming. For you. She lines it with soft aquatic moss and cushions spun of candy floss, fragrant with sea salt and vanilla. “You will never need to hide from the daylight,” she croons one evening, “I will reshape the sky if the sun frightens you.”

❤︎ She starts writing lullabies inspired by your movements. Songs of hidden coral, of lonely stars, of voices only brave enough to echo underwater. Each one is painfully, lovingly tailored. And if you disappear for a week, she’ll compose a requiem in your absence—mournful and syrupy, just in case you hear it and remember to come back. “Grief,” she murmurs, “is a sweet ache. I only ever feel it when you’re gone.”

❤︎ One moonless night, you refuse to surface. The air is wrong. Cold. Eternal Sugar doesn’t scold. She just plays a single note—one trembling chord, rich with longing and sugar-drenched ache—and dips her hand into the water until her fingertips brush yours. “Do not let fear trick you into loneliness,” she whispers. “You are not alone. You never have been.”

❤︎ She begins to extend her power over the pond, enchanting it slowly with dream-magic. It now glows faintly under moonlight, emitting sleepy pink vapours that dull anxiety. The fish sing with tiny, chime-like voices. Flowers shaped like mouths hum lullabies that smell like cherries. It’s perfect. A still heaven. And Eternal Sugar beams when she sees you drifting through it with calm eyes. “See, my pearl? The world can be gentle—if I make it so.”

❤︎ Eventually, she makes a crown of candy-lily petals and offers it to you in silence. A coronation with no witnesses. You hesitate—but take it. Her expression does not shift. Her voice remains soft. But there is something in the way she clasps her hands that trembles like a held-back storm. “If you ever wish to return to the sea,” she finally says, “I shall weep only once. Then I shall freeze the ocean itself until you are ready to come back to me.”

[fangirlfuel]

Golden Hours

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Pairing: Sebastian Vettel x Reader

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The morning sun bathed the rolling green hills of Switzerland in a golden hue, birds chirping like nature’s own lullaby. The aroma of fresh bread and honey drifted through the open windows of your home—the one you and Sebastian had chosen after he stepped away from the high-speed chaos of Formula 1.

You were in the kitchen, barefoot, in a soft cotton dress, humming as you sliced strawberries into a ceramic bowl. The kids were still asleep upstairs, their soft breathing like music from heaven.

Then came the creak of floorboards behind you, followed by warm arms wrapping around your waist and a familiar kiss pressed to your shoulder.

“Mmm, morning,” Seb mumbled, his voice still wrapped in sleep.

You leaned into him. “Morning, sleepyhead. You missed the sunrise.”

“I've seen thousands of sunrises, but none of them smelled like you and strawberries,” he teased, nuzzling your neck. “You’re glowing.”

“I’m sweaty.”

“Same thing,” he grinned.

Just then, soft footsteps padded down the stairs.

“Papa?” A tiny voice called out.

Seb pulled away to crouch down. “Lina! Come here, sunshine!”

Your four-year-old daughter, with wild curls and her father’s curious green eyes, ran straight into Seb’s arms. He picked her up and spun her gently, her giggles filling the kitchen like a melody.

“Where’s your brother?” you asked, smiling.

“Still sleepin’,” Lina replied, laying her head on Seb’s shoulder.

“Let’s not wake him. He takes after you,” Seb chuckled, poking your side.

You rolled your eyes. “He’s one, Seb. He needs sleep.”

“He’s a Vettel. He needs speed.”

Lina laughed again, clearly not understanding the joke, but basking in the joy of it.

You all sat down for breakfast—simple, homemade, and perfect. Seb cut up fruit for Lina, occasionally sneaking a bite himself. You watched him, completely taken by how much he’d bloomed in this quieter life. He was still the Sebastian Vettel who could tear through corners with unmatched precision—but now, he did puzzles with equal intensity.

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Later that morning, the three of you tiptoed into baby Leo’s room. He was awake by then, babbling to himself and clutching a tiny stuffed bee.

“Buzz buzz,” Seb whispered, crawling toward the crib like a mischievous kid.

Leo squealed and reached out his chubby arms as his father swooped in and lifted him high into the air.

“Super Leo!” Seb declared, twirling him.

The baby laughed so hard he snorted, and Lina clapped her hands like it was the best performance in the world.

You leaned against the doorway, heart bursting. These were the moments you lived for—the simple ones. The ones where you could see the love you built woven into every second.

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By noon, the backyard had transformed into a magical kingdom.

Seb had built a makeshift tent from bedsheets and sticks with Lina, who declared herself queen. Leo crawled in and out of the tent, holding pebbles like treasures. You sat on a picnic blanket, cutting sandwiches into heart shapes.

“You are hereby knighted, Sir Papa of Bees,” Lina said dramatically, touching a plastic sword to Seb’s shoulder.

Seb bowed deeply. “Thank you, Your Royal Highness. May I request another cup of imaginary tea?”

“But only if you bring Mama flowers,” she instructed.

Seb stood up, saluted, and jogged off dramatically into the garden, returning moments later with a bundle of wildflowers. He handed them to you with a goofy grin and a kiss.

“Your tea, my lady?”

You smiled, brushing a flower against his nose. “Only if you promise to never stop being this silly.”

“Never,” he said, sincerely.

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That afternoon, you all went for a walk through the nearby forest. Leo was strapped to Seb’s back in a carrier, happily babbling and pulling at his father’s shirt collar. Lina skipped ahead, holding your hand.

“I love the trees,” she whispered. “They’re like tall friends.”

Seb glanced back at you. “She’s poetic. Definitely gets that from you.”

“And stubborn. That’s all you.”

He grinned. “Guilty.”

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When you got home, the kids were tired and slightly sun-kissed. You gave them a quick bath—Leo splashing everywhere and Lina asking a million questions about bubbles and the ocean.

Seb handled story time, reading The Gruffalo in a silly voice while you sat behind him on the floor, brushing his still-damp hair back from his forehead.

Once the kids were asleep—Lina curled around her favorite lion plushie, Leo breathing softly in his crib—you and Seb stood at the doorway, watching them.

He reached for your hand, squeezing it.

“How did we get so lucky?” he whispered.

You leaned your head against his shoulder. “By choosing each other. Every day.”

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The night wrapped around your home like a soft blanket. You and Seb sat on the porch, sharing a cup of tea, watching the stars blink into the sky.

“Remember when we used to chase the next race?” he asked quietly.

You nodded. “Now we chase bees and fairy queens.”

“And it’s better,” he said. “So much better.”

You turned to him, brushing your fingers across his jaw. “I’ve never loved you more than I do now.”

He smiled, eyes shining with something deep and gentle. “Then let’s keep falling. Every day.”

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And in that quiet slice of life—where the world slowed down and love filled every corner—you knew you had everything you’d ever need.

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[twinklejones]

drunk on you, literally

synopsis park sunghoon is the leader of a rebellion and he kidnapped the king's daughter, you, and, as expected of a leader, he is very serious, controlled and reliable, but what no one knows is how weak sunghoon is against alcohol, so so what could happen if he eats a sweet with a slightly different taste?

starring enhypen's park sunghoon genres just fluff warnings sunghoon is a big loser in this one (my favorite); cute down bad wrapped around yn's finger, honestly; english is not my first language sorry for any mistakes

wc 990

it's my first time writing something and posting so, hope you like it!

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the feast was lively, with the members of the rebellion laughing and swapping stories around a long makeshift table. simple yet flavorful dishes filled the air with a welcoming aroma, and the soft candlelight made everything seem more intimate. everyone was finally enjoying peace after winning a battle against the king's soldiers.

you had your reasons for hating sunghoon and the whole rebellion situation against your father and his antics, but over time you've learned that not everything is as it seems...

park sunghoon seemed the most relaxed person in the place, something that didn’t go unnoticed by you

he ate some sweets from a wood platter that was passed hand to hand a while ago, but he didn’t notice someone yelling "watch out for these, the liquor is strong" in the midst of all the talk, laughter and music

you didn't think much of it

minutes later, you noticed something weird with his posture

— sunghoon, are you okay? — you asked, patting his shoulder lightly

— yes, your highness — he replied, but his voice was slightly slurred and weak. you observed him, his body slowly swaying from side to side. it really was a strong liquor he ate, but did he really got tipsy just from that tiny amount?!

he suddenly stood up, startling you and some people around, and started walking towards his room, but his steps were less steady than usual. in a second you also stood up, apologizing for leaving so early to no one in particular

— let’s go to your room. you need to rest — you said softly, placing your hand in his arm and back, trying not to attract too much attention.

— no, i’m fine — sunghoon murmured, but contrary to his words he didn't resist being guided out of the hall

in the middle of the torch-lit corridor, sunghoon stumbled over his own feet, but managed to balance himself by leaning on the wall behind you, not realizing that he pressed your body between him and the wall in the process.

sunghoon could feel his eyes getting heavier and heavier. he wanted to sleep so badly...

you chuckled. even though you could feel the heat radiating from sunghoon's strong, tall body, his behavior was very amusing. it wasn't every day that you got to see the rebellion leader behave in such a... vulnerable way. rosy cheeks, brows furrowed and a very bad sense of direction. very sweet

after a few minutes trying to balance a large part of sunghoon's big body on yours, you managed to reach his room.

— did you know those sweets had alcohol in them? — you asked as you untied his boot as he sat on the bed

sunghoon looked at you, very confused eyes with a playful spark that was very rare to see.

his lips formed a small smile, showing his sharp canines for a brief moment

it was like a blow to the stomach. you didn't know that the man in front of you, the one who kidnapped you and made you see all the barbarity of the kingdom you father ruled, could smile so breathtakingly beautiful

— maybe? — he replied, lifting an eyebrow

nothing but silence and admiration came out of you. has your heart just skipped a beat?

sunghoon scratched the back of his neck and started watching as you lowered your head and began to untie his boots. the alcohol unfortunately let your red ears go unnoticed, but there are evils that come to the good; if sunghoon had been sober and had witnessed this reaction from you, the rebellion wouldn't have a leader in the morning

you finished untying his boots and asked him t lay down, to which he readily complied, but as soon as you looked up to him, you noticed dazed eyes roaming your face

— you seem hot

you got closer, lightly touching his forehead

you couldn't see how sunghoon gripped the bed sheet as if it was the last hope of world peace, trying to control his own emotions. sunghoon looked away

— i'm... i'm fine, yn — he murmured, but his strained voice betrayed him. you tried to not let the butterflies explode inside of you because of your name slipping through his glazed... beautiful... lips, but this task proved impossible

sunghoon fiddled with the ring on his finger, spinning it frantically while trying to stay sane. you snorted

— maybe spinning this ring on your finger is making you even more nervous, want to take it off? — you said, trying to dissipate the tension that has formed between you two (didn't do a good job, apparently)

sunghoon chuckled softly, but remained silent for a few seconds

— it’s not the ring, yn.

he looked up to you once again, beautiful, desperate, eyes... you stopped breathing for a moment (along with your heart)

— it's you.

sunghoon's confession took you by surprise, more than the attacks by your own father's soldiers in the middle of the night against the rebels.

he was so readily admitting that your presence affected him as much as his affected yours. so all that tension you felt so many times... wasn't it just you? oh, you needed fresh air

meanwhile sunghoon took a few seconds to realize that he had admitted his own feelings for you. he was done for — the silence was so loud

safe to say that you were both a blushing mess; you got up and rushed towards the door, face red and hot as ever, as you jabbered "good night, I'm goint to head back, maybe they'll need me to clean up the hall, haha, what a night" while sunghoon hid under the covers, mumbling "yes, of course, thanks, god bless you" and other nonsenses

before you could close the door, though, sunghoon peeked out from under the blanket and you caught a glimpse of his always pale face, now a deep shade of red

— good night... my princess

neither of you slept very well that night.

[hannieween]

the soulkeeper’s betrayal — prologue

When Jun realizes that something has gone awry in his kingdom, he has no choice but to ask for help from his estranged wife. Though not without paying a price.

› pairings: wen junhui x female reader › aus: hades jun, king jun, exes to lovers, husband jun › genres: angst, fantasy, fluff, smut (18+) [none in this part] › word count: 661 words

› 🎧: things we lost in the fire – bastille | nfwmb – hozier | end of the affair – ben howard | lover please stay – nothing but thieves | conspiracy – paramore | only – ry x | cosmic love – florence + the machine | caught up – sights & sounds, nicole dollanganger . . . listen on spotify

› this fic is part of the greek gods collab ✧

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no warnings apply in this part

› prologue, the journey

The morning felt stale under a colorless sky, announcing a cold and cloudy day ahead. A soft whooshing sound preceded the breeze that swept through the forest, rustling the leaves of the timber trees.

The leaves had begun to turn a vibrant shade of yellow, the King noticed. As he gazed at the land before him, he felt the urge to bend down and pick up the leaves that had begun to blow around his feet in the wind, creating a soft, crumpled blanket on the ground. 

He paused for a moment, aware that the wind was whispering something from afar. It carried with it the distant, melodic calls of phoebes, their voices echoing through the crisp air of the morning.

Junhui tilted his head forward, allowing the cool breeze to brush and sweep between his eyelashes as he closed his eyes. With a gentle, respectful gesture, he bowed to the wind, feeling its whispers in his brown hair.

The earth would gradually grow barren and lose the sweetness of spring. This was familiar to him; he had witnessed the signs time and time again. Yet this time it carried a significant weight—it meant that you were on your way here, it meant that you were coming home for the very first time since you had met. 

With a deep, steadying breath, he straightened his neck, feeling the anticipation rising within him, he felt an exhilarating rush of energy coursing through him. Slowly, he opened his eyes to the land stretching before him. 

Paradise. Where the sunlight seems almost tangible, it rises but never reaches its zenith. Colorful waves of grass stretch far and wide, dotted with small mounds of tiny white flowers, inviting anyone to rest their head on them.

This place was beautiful. At least this side of his kingdom was tranquil and robust with color. The birds choose to seek shelter and sleep here. It is where the souls who were granted peace would grow quiet and witness the king of the lands spend his mornings.

The place reminded him of a long-lost childhood. The music from the phoebes, the cold but gentle breeze. He wanted to run, he wanted to become one with the wind and not feel anything at all.

But alas, the dread came.

“What are you doing here, Clotho?” he asked, his voice was low and raspy from not speaking to anyone in what felt like months.

“It is time. Must follow tradition,” she said with a gentle tone, but Junhui knew better. He knew she was pressing on the importance of your arrival there. One of the Fates, only doing her work, but vague as to how to be tactful. 

“I am aware of that. Thank you,” he replied, turning to face her, turning his back on the land.

Her pale face looked stricken with worry and embarrassment as she lowered her eyes to the ground. “Forgive me.”

Jun raised his gaze to the silvery sky, trying not to roll his eyes. “You have nothing to apologize for,” he said coldly. “You’ve done nothing wrong.”

Clotho frowned. Those around him saw his apathy, and they took it as a sign that he was grieving his break-up with you. They were right; his heart was heavy with sorrow, even if he refused to show it. Beneath the surface, a storm of grief raged within him, slowly consuming him, even if he wore a mask of calm.

You came into his life in the most devastating way imaginable. Like a merciless wave, washing away everything that preceded you, leaving only you. Your arrival was not only abrupt, but it was like a shock that altered the course of his existence, forcing him to deal with the remains of the things you made him feel.

But then he lost you, all because of a lie. Now, as autumn slowly awakened, you were coming to him; it was time to make amends.

Only if you let him.

› author's note: heeeey (❁´◡`❁)

this is the prologue to a one shot i have planned to release on november 16th!

this is kind of a challenge for me because i never write detailed descriptions of places. i hope you like this one-shot. hehe

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ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ | ᴊɪɴx

Silco sat at his desk, fingers pressing into his temples as the relentless bass from below rattled the very foundations of his office. The whiskey in his glass trembled, tiny ripples distorting his reflection in the amber liquid. The pounding beat was an unwelcome intruder, a cacophony of chaos infiltrating the space he carefully curated for control and quiet contemplation.

It had been going on for hours. The deep, gut-punching basslines, the erratic synths, the way the sound seemed to climb the very walls of the Last Drop like an invasive weed, choking out the silence he so valued. He prided himself on patience, on his ability to endure discomfort when necessary, but this? This was bordering on insufferable. Every vibration felt like a personal offense, each reverberation through the floorboards a taunt.

With a sharp exhale, he pinched the bridge of his nose.

It was nights like these that tested him—when the Last Drop ceased to be an empire and instead became an overgrown playground for reckless indulgence. And the conductor of this particular madness? Y/N. Her music choices had only grown more insufferable, the bass vibrating through his very bones like some cruel experiment in torture. The masses below revelled in the chaos, blind to the finer aspects of power, of order. They did not see how quickly a kingdom could crumble when left to the whims of unchecked, reckless energy.

The door creaked open without a knock, and Silco barely lifted his gaze. He already knew who it was.

Jinx sauntered in, her signature wild grin plastered across her face. She bobbed her head in perfect rhythm with the thundering bass, twirling one of her blue braids absentmindedly as she leaned against the desk. She was the very embodiment of everything that grated against his carefully structured existence—spontaneous, erratic, untethered. And yet, despite the headache pounding behind his eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to reprimand her.

“Ohhh, this is a good one,” she chirped, tapping her fingers against the wood in sync with the beat. “I mean, c’mon, it’s got that deep ‘boom-boom’ that just hits right here.” She pounded a fist against her chest for emphasis, her grin widening.

Silco barely resisted the urge to groan. “Jinx—”

“You’re welcome, by the way,” she cut in, plopping herself onto the edge of his desk without a care. “I told Y/N to crank it up tonight. Figured the Drop needed a little extra juice. I mean, you always say we should keep the people happy, right?”

Silco finally looked up, narrowing his good eye at her. “The objective is to maintain control, not succumb to reckless anarchy.”

Jinx snickered, wiggling her fingers in a ghostly manner. “Ooooooh, scary dictator talk. You sound like a fancy old man who’s mad that kids these days have fun.”

Silco rubbed his temple again. “It’s not fun. It’s an assault on the senses.”

Jinx pouted dramatically, slumping forward and resting her chin in her palms. “Oh no, poor ol’ dad can’t handle a little bass. Want me to knit you a little pair of earmuffs? Orrrrr, maybe you could, I don’t know, just enjoy it for once? Shake that fancy ass of yours to the beat?”

His expression remained flat, unimpressed. “I am not—”

“Oh, but you could,” she sing-songed, kicking her feet playfully. “Just picture it, Silco! You, out there, right in the middle of the dance floor, just—” She flailed her arms wildly, mimicking some exaggerated version of a clubgoer lost in the music.

He closed his eyes briefly, inhaling deeply through his nose. “Jinx.”

“—Oh! Or what about that little snap-step thing I saw some of the bar guys doing?” She hopped down from the desk and did a wildly uncoordinated shuffle across the office, punctuated by finger guns. “Tadaaaa~”

Silco exhaled sharply, tilting his head back as though praying for patience from gods he did not believe in.

Jinx only grinned wider. “I mean, I’d pay money to see it. But, y’know, that’d probably make you explode from sheer old-man rage, huh?”

Before he could reprimand her, a particularly aggressive beat drop sent a violent vibration through the floor, making the whiskey glass rattle audibly. Silco’s fingers flexed against the armrests of his chair, his grip tightening.

Jinx cackled. “Ohhh, that one was nice. Felt it in my bones.”

Silco let out a slow, controlled breath and stood, smoothing his vest as he made his way to the record player in the corner. His fingers hovered over a particular record, his expression unreadable as he carefully placed it onto the turntable.

If Y/N insisted on turning his club into a war zone of sound, then she could deal with the consequences.

“I assume you’ll be sending her a ‘sternly worded’ letter?” Jinx teased, waggling her eyebrows.

Silco turned a slow, pointed glare on her. “She’ll be receiving a lesson.”

Jinx grinned wide. “Oooooh, I like the sound of that.”

The bass still throbbed in Y/N’s chest as she climbed the steps to Silco’s office, the heat of the Last Drop’s energy still buzzing under her skin. The crowd had pulsed like a living thing beneath her hands, the music bending to her will, building and breaking in waves that sent the patrons into a frenzy. It was intoxicating—the power of it, the way she could make them lose themselves in the rhythm. But now, as she neared the heavy door at the top of the stairs, the rush of the night gave way to something else entirely.

Anticipation curled in her stomach. She knew exactly why she’d been summoned. Silco, ever the arbiter of control and refinement, had likely been seething in his office, ears under siege from the bass that had rattled the very floorboards beneath him. She could picture it—his fingers pressed to his temple, his glass of whiskey trembling on the desk as the vibrations invaded his carefully maintained space. And she? She had been the source of that invasion.

She rolled her shoulders back, shaking off the remnants of adrenaline. She wasn’t about to slink in like a guilty child. She had filled the Drop with life tonight, had given its people something to lose themselves in, and if Silco couldn’t handle a little bit of raw energy, well—that was his problem.

The door clicked shut behind her as she stepped inside, the deep thrum of the club below now muffled to little more than a distant heartbeat. The air in here was different—cooler, still, thick with the scent of cigar smoke and aged whiskey. It was a stark contrast to the chaos below, a world apart. Silco stood by the record player, his sharp features cast in the dim glow of his desk lamp and the bleeding neon that slipped through the blinds. A glass of amber liquid swirled lazily in his hand as he regarded her with an expression that was impossible to read.

“You have a talent for disruption,” he said, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. “I presume you find that amusing.”

Y/N smirked, leaning against the doorframe. “Keeps the place alive, doesn’t it?”

Silco exhaled slowly, setting his glass down with deliberate care. “There’s a difference between life and chaos, Y/N. A difference you seem determined to ignore.”

She scoffed, crossing her arms. “And let me guess, you think your ancient records have more soul than a packed dance floor?”

He tilted his head, his gaze unblinking. “I think they require a finer ear. Something you clearly lack.”

A sharp retort sat on her tongue, but before she could let it fly, he reached for the record player, placing the needle down with practiced precision. The moment it touched vinyl, a swell of orchestral strings rose into the air—smooth, deliberate, like liquid gold seeping through the cracks in the silence. The contrast was stark. It stripped away the sharp edges of her beats, the raw, pulsing energy of her set, and replaced them with something… controlled. Something rich, something—

She hated to admit it—beautiful.

Her fingers twitched at her sides. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but there was something about the melody that pulled at her, demanding to be felt. It was slow, winding, carefully composed—so unlike the wild unpredictability of the beats she mixed.

Silco’s lips curved into something knowing. “Music isn’t just about volume, Y/N. It’s about the spaces between the notes. The anticipation.” He stepped toward her, extending a gloved hand. “Feel it.”

She hesitated, glancing at his outstretched palm. “What, you want to dance?”

His expression didn’t waver. “Consider it a lesson.”

A challenge, then.

Her fingers brushed his as she took his hand, warmth meeting cool leather. His grip was firm but not forceful, guiding rather than demanding. He led her in a slow, measured step, the classical melody dictating their movements. It was nothing like the feverish pulse of the club below. This was control, precision—Silco in every sense of the word.

His body moved with a grace she hadn’t expected, every step deliberate. Y/N found herself focusing, attuning to the way the music guided them, the way he dictated the rhythm with the slightest shift of his weight. It was maddening, in a way—being so completely at his mercy in something as simple as a dance.

“You feel it now?” he murmured, voice low, like he already knew the answer.

She swallowed, glancing up at him. “It’s… different.”

His fingers flexed around hers, just enough to remind her that he was leading. “Perhaps you’ll learn to appreciate a more refined taste, given time.”

She huffed a quiet laugh, tilting her head. “Or maybe you’ll learn to loosen up and enjoy the noise.”

His lips twitched—not quite a smile, but close. “Unlikely.”

They danced for longer than she expected, the music stretching out between them, pulling them further from the world outside. The neon glow from the blinds painted streaks of red and blue across his sharp features, casting shadows in the hollows of his cheekbones.

Y/N wasn’t sure when the song changed, when one track faded into another. All she knew was that she was still moving with him, still following his lead. His touch was deceptively gentle, fingers brushing the inside of her wrist as he guided her through another step.

The music swelled, and for a moment, she let herself fall into it. No club crowd, no pounding bass—just the quiet, intricate dance between them.

She wasn’t sure who was testing who anymore.

The record spun, the music filled the silence, and for once, neither of them fought it.

[inkievoid]

The Prettiest Fairy Princess

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛʟʏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴅᴏᴍᴇꜱᴛɪᴄ ʟᴇᴏɴ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ. ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ.

"C'mon mommy!" Your little girl drags you to the living room, just having finished set up a "stage", 2 dining room chairs, an old pink sheet and construction paper with a background of a castle on a hill drawn in markers and crayons taped just above the sheet. It's for one of her performances she likes putting on now and again after writing her funny little stories.

Soon you're sat in the middle of the couch between her stuffed animals. Strawbeary, her large pink bear, to your right and her Bluey toy to your left. Soon a folded pieces of paper is put into the audiences hands, a crudely drawing fairy with a crown on it's head and a jumbled mess of 'The Fairy Princess' in sparkly gel pen. With enough glitter glue around the edges to choke someone to death.

"What's this?" You ask, your little one turning, now wearing what looks like mascara as a fake mustache. That old makeup you gave her really made her plays costume department thrive by the looks of it.

"It's a paybill!" She happily squeals, handing Bluey her paper.

"Playbill." You hear your husband correct her from the other room, you look into the hall wondering why he isn't being subjected to the audience like usual.

"A playbill!" She corrects herself, looking at you then back to the stage. Walking over she pushing her box of toys behind the curtain and grabs her fathers work jacket from the armchair near by. Putting it on and pushing the sleeves up to her little elbows as it swallows her. Crawling back behind the curtain her arm comes up, using Leon's flashlight and flicking it.

That's usually intermission... but God she really thought of everything.

Soon the room is filled with the sound of her ballet practice music from her room.

Ahhh, Leon must be a stage technician this time.

You hear your little one clear her throat, her tiny hand peaking above the sheet with a stuffed bunny in her hand.

"There once was a family of fairies that ruled a kingdom!" The bunny bounces slightly, fluffy ears wiggling as he's tousled around, her voice stretching with exaggeration. "In a kingdom of magical creatures! All happily living their lives as they could."

The bunny disappears, a Ken doll on a flip flop with a cotton ball pillow and tissue blanket appearing.

"But sadly, not everyone in the kingdom was doing well. The king was sick and the next heir needed to take the throne quickly before the king died. Because every marriage in the kingdom needed a royals blessing." Ken gets dropped to the floor with a clatter as the bunny appears again, the smile on your face only growing wider. Stifling a laugh as she continues.

"But there was a problem. No one in the kingdom wanted to marry the princess in line for the throne because she was different than any of the other fairy princesses..." Silence falls over the room for a few seconds. You hear shuffling, your daughters head poking out from behind the curtain towards the hall.

"Daddy, that's where you come in!" She harshly whispers before moving back into place.

"Sorry!" Settling in she repeats her line again.

"But there was a problem. No one in the kingdom wanted to marry the princess in line for the throne because she was different than any of the other fairy princesses."

You hear foot steps as your attention turns to the hall doorway as your husband steps through. You swallow your bottom lip, covering your mouth with your hand as you lean on your knees.

"oh my god..."

There Leon stood, your daughters bright white fairy wings on his back, straps stretched out way too far on him, the brightest pink lipstick you use to own smeared across his mouth and her princess tiara from a tea set she was given as a gift on his head. You desperately want to laugh at him but you can't. It would upset your daughter or worse... Make her cry.

You don't want to make your daughter cry.

"She was too tall for the other fairies to want to marry her!" You pull your hand from your mouth, gaining your control again. You mouth an 'I love you ' to Leon as he crosses his arms, not irritated but unamused, making the straps somehow stretch more against his shoulders. Your attention turns back to the bunny narrating the play.

"So the princess was sad and everyday she'd go to the pond not far from her castle. And sit with her only friend." The bunny dips down, being replaced by a frog plush, starting to bounce as your daughter spoke.

"Oh princess, why are you so sad?" Leon turns towards the frog, trying to put on his most delicate voice possible.

"No one wants to marry me frog. I just want someone to love me and... Help me protect my kingdom!" You let out a tiny giggle at his line stumble. He definitely wouldn't be winning a Tony anytime soon.

"I know what you need!" The frog sways energetically as he looks around. "I know of a place where you can have your wish granted."

The frog disappears and the bunnies back.

"So the fairy princess followed the frogs instructions to a wishing well in the middle of the woods. There she took out a coin, held it tight and threw it into the well while wishing for what she wanted most." Leon fished into his jeans and pulled out what looked like a button, tossing it behind the curtain.

"As she threw the coin a short handsome man came from the trees." Your daughter moves, fixing her fathers jacket back in place as she came to the front of the curtain.

"Who are you?" Says the very pretty fairy princess. Your daughter look up at Leon, face scrunched in what you guessed was supposed to be an angry expression.

"I'm the giant of this forest! What're you doing near my home!? Aren't you the kings daughter?" She asserts her voice to try sounding like a grown man but just ends up sounding like she's choking on something. You can't help but let out a tiny laugh and thankfully she's too busy with line delivery she doesn't seem to notice.

"I am the kings daughter! And you're a giant? But you're so small?" Leon glances down at his daughter, covering his own mouth as he tries keeping composure. She stomps her feet, readying herself to deliver her next line.

"Everyone says that I'm too small! I wish I could be bigger and show everyone home good I am."

"But I think you're perfectly fine the way you are. You're actually very handsome." Leon crouches down to her level, smiling at him as her eyes gleamed.

"And you're very beautiful madam. Would you like to be my wife?" Leon gasps excitedly, playing along with her enthusiasm. He always loved seeing his little girl look so excited.

"I'm not too tall for you?" The giant wraps his arms around the princess, hugging her tightly as he's hoisted into her arms. Leon carries her into the hallway and you raise your hands, about to clap when she rushes back in behind the curtain. Hoisting the bunny up.

"And so the giant and the fairy princess got married. Saving her kingdom and getting her fathers approval. Everyone lived happily ever after until the king died. The End!"

You start clapping as you stand up from the couch, your daughter coming out to take a bow, Leon coming back around the corner. He takes a little bow even before you get to your kids level.

"Honey, that was so good! Thank you for front row seats." She's jumping excitedly and smiles even wider when there's a knock at the door.

"Uncle Chris!" She screams running out of the living room. Leon freezes, staring at you while you stand.

"Chris is here?!" You look at him with a smirk.

"The boys are sleeping over tonight... Did you not remember?" Leon shakes his head starting to make a break for the hall.

"Uh, uh! I already texted Chris and he wants to see his nieces show... I didn't know you were gonna be in it though." You snort, covering your mouth as Leon looks at the hallway mirror and seems himself.

"Oh my God..." He looks mortified, knowing he's never gonna hear the end of this.

"Don't be so upset. At least you're the prettiest fairy princess in the whole house~"

[royalnugget42]

Lowkey at the point where I’m analyzing the score and I am LIVING for the Smokestack Twins theme. It’s just called “Smokestack Twins” on the score, and it’s like a blend of Elijah’s and Smoke’s leitmotifs from later on in the movie. The song “Troubled Waters/Homesick” on the soundtrack (soundtrack and score are separate and you should listen to Both) is all over Elias’s scenes, and it doesn’t really come up again after he gets turned.

Smoke’s side of the theme is twofold. In the background of the “Troubled Waters” melody, there are a lot of longer notes, which fit the melody of “Seance” from the soundtrack. Now “Seance” is yet another doubled theme, because it’s Elijah and Annie’s love theme.

I’m not totally sure on it, but I’m pretty sure Elijah’s part is the soft arpeggio strum in the background, while Annie is the louder plucking in the foreground. This is based on the section in “Thy Kingdom Come” where Annie is dying (2:00 - 2:59). In this moment, we get the same strummed melody, but the background isn’t the same soft arpeggio, it’s paired with a drumbeat instead. If we take that to be Elijah’s side of the theme in that moment, it’s really heartbreaking, because it’s like he’s becoming a soldier again, having to kill Annie.

So, Elijah’s arpeggio plays in both the themes of the people he loves most, and in his stoic way, he supports them both without taking the spotlight, musically speaking. However, there’s a third and fourth part to these themes.

The third is related to Stack I think. After every few phrases of the Smokestack Twins theme, there’s this little low motif that goes D-F-D-F-D-C-D

Now, this one MIGHT be reaching but it looks a LOT like the notes for the Dies Irae, just bluesified. If you don’t know, the Dies Irae is one of the most heavily referenced motifs in western media, coming from an old Gregorian chant. It translates to “Day of Wrath”, meaning Judgement Day. It is absolutely everywhere in filmmaking, and it’s used as a nearly universal symbol for death in a narrative.

As of now, I’ve just been calling the motif that appears in Sinners the Devil Motif. It specifically plays when we see Sammie’s guitar for the first time, and it plays in a lot of Stack’s moments too. So I’m thinking if “Troubled Waters” is Elias’s theme, then the Devil Motif is Stack’s theme. And if it IS the Dies Irae, then that’s the score telling us which of the brothers dies first, and aside from that, it specifically relates Sammie’s music with Elias, which makes sense. Elias is proud of Sammie and encourages his music, but Elijah is worried about him and doesn’t want him playing any more gigs.

The fourth part might honestly be my favorite leitmotif so far, and it’s just this tiny little moment from 1:35 to 1:57 in “Smokestack Twins”. It’s just moving down the D minor scale, D-C-Bflat-A-G-F-E, and right before it should resolve to a low D to complete the octave, it skips back up to the high D and goes down again. Take a listen yourself and you’ll know what I mean.

So far we have leitmotifs for Elias, Elijah, and Stack, so this must be the theme for Smoke. How do we know that for sure? Firstly, “Bury That Guitar” on the score, at the moment when Smoke is trying to roll a cigarette with his hands shaking, flashing back to his brother. And him smoking a cigarette is inherently tied to his identity as “Smoke”, not Elijah, which we see extra clearly when Annie tells him to “put out that smoke” before he crosses to the other side.

The other reason is the song “Grand Closin’” on the score. This is the one where Smoke goes to town on the KKK, and it’s just that D minor scale again, note for note, always repeating before it resolves. And not only is it one of the best parts of the score, it’s such interesting characterization for Elijah. Because it symbolizes how he can’t rest while he’s playing as “Smoke”. Very much like the vampires theme (which I can get into later if anyone wants me to) the melody feels really restless.

Until that is, Annie beckons him over, and his theme changes. He becomes Elijah again, and unlike Smoke’s leitmotif, Elijah’s arpeggio Does resolve. He’s allowed to rest now.

Anyway TLDR listen to this fuckin soundtrack Ludwig Göransson does it again.

[mariokartinthisbitch]

Hobie’s Moving Castle

Howls Moving Castle AU! Hobie Brown x F!Reader

1.2k Words

Tags: Strangers to more?, brief monster mention, reader is in a situation for a minute, but nothing happens

Please do not copy my work, if found you will be reported.

A/N: This is my first proper upload. Hobie Brown 🤝🏾 Howl Jenkins Pendragon. Please leave any feedback, it is appreciated! (Still considering making this a series) if you enjoy this, please reblog and like if you enjoy!

Parade music blared as you sewed tiny beads into intricate patterns for the Countess’s dress for the kingdom’s next ball. Your coworkers giggled and gossiped to one another as they collected their bags, leaving messes of fabrics, beads, and bandages on their workstations for their lunch break.

“[Name]!” a voice called out, causing you to turn around and face your boss. " It's time for lunch. Would you like to join us?”

“Oh, thank you, Ma’am, but I shouldn’t.” You declined politely, “I’m near done with Countess Ludwig’s dress, and once I’m finished, I’m done for the week.”

“Right, you are. Maybe next time, dear.” She said kindly, giving you a wave until your coworkers ran to the window.

“Oh my goddess! It can’t be!” One piped up.

“It has to be! It’s Hobie’s Ship!” Said another.

You popped up in surprise, running to the window in your workstation to see a sizeable, opulent ship with structures piled atop it and steam puffing out of it. Gaudy and a sight many may detest, it was creatively his own. Perfect for someone on the run, but attention-grabbing to tease the King. No one knew what the elusive wizard looked like or even if he was a shapeshifter to make it easier for him to steal women’s hearts and make them disappear from the public eye.

“What is he doing so close to the kingdom? Is he trying to get arrested?!” A third chimed in. “Seems the mist has covered it…”

“Ladies! Enough with the gossip.” Your boss called, despite curiously peering out the window. “But…let’s be safe and stick together as we lunch.”

As they filed out one by one, you caught the whispers the girls told to one another. Only one caught your attention as you stood in the doorway.

“Did you hear about Lady Mosley?” One whispered. “They say he ate her heart right up. That’s why no one’s seen her.”

You were never one to take gossip at face value, but the thought of losing your heart made a sweat drop down your spine.

Once alone, you tried to focus on your work to finish the countess’s dress, but your mind still wandered. Losing your heart…Would you die? Would you lose all feelings and emotions? Would you feel lighter having not to care?

It was clear that no work would be done while you were in this state of mind. You sighed, taking off your apron and grabbing your bag. You could at least take the time to see an old friend, right?

Flipping the sign to ‘Out To Lunch,’ you made your way through civilians and soldiers' droves. You still couldn’t understand how something as brutal as war could be celebrated, but maybe it wasn’t for you to understand. You turned a corner, taking a shortcut despite a feeling in your gut telling you to take the long way. You continued to walk the shadowed path until you bumped into some hard.

“You lost, pretty thing?” A soldier asked condescendingly, smirking down at you.

“She looks lost to me.” A fellow soldier said, coming up beside him. “And she’s a cute one.”

“What? I’m not lost. Please move—.” You said, trying to move past them, but they blocked your path.

“Should’ve just let me handle her. She would’ve met you later. You scare all the girls.” The first said with a playful scowl.

“I think she’s prettier when she’s scared.” His friend piped up. “What’ll it be, Honey?”

“Leave me alone!” You called out firmly as they tried to get closer.

“Ah, my precious Dove.” A deep voice came behind you, and a deep brown hand held your shoulder. You had me worried. I thought I’d never find you.”

“Who the hell are you?” One guard barked at the stranger who took the mantle to be your protector. The second guard tried to size him up. “Not so slick now, are you, Pretty Boy?”

The man beside you chuckled, the sound deep in his chest, yet smooth like a lake after it has stormed. “Oh, I’m plenty slick, but you won’t get to see anymore.”

He raised two fingers before the guards stood at command as you gasped and watched them both waddle like the toy soldiers your boss’s son played with when he came to the shop.

You turned your eyes to your hero to thank him, but you were speechless because he could’ve easily been the prettiest man you’d ever seen. He was an outsider, as anyone could recognize him from a mile away. His striking face had piercings over his eyebrows, his full lips, and his intense nose. His heterochromatic eyes enchanted and intimidated you as airs of rebellion and magic surrounded him. It was only amplified with his checkered blue and red jacket embroidered with beads that looked like shooting stars covering a loose white shirt and dark blue pants.

You gulped, opening your mouth, “Than–”

“Not yet.” He smiled, “I’ll escort you wherever you need to go.”

“Oh…Oh! Just to the bakery. I promise I’ll be okay alone,” you said, frantically waving your hands.

He laughed, “Wasn’t exactly an offer, Dove.” You tilted your head before he leaned over and whispered. “I’m in a bit of trouble with some followers. Are you up to help?”

You were surprised at this development, but he just saved you from an uncomfortable situation that could’ve gone south quickly. You nodded and adjusted your positions with your arm linked underneath his. Causally walking through the alleys, you heard strange warped sounds behind the both of you. Going to turn your head, he squeezed your arm.

“Don’t acknowledge them. They get faster when you do.” He instructed as you glued your eyes forward only to see a brick wall. You released a startled gasp as more appeared in front of the both of you. The man dashed you both into a break in the alleys as the monsters got closer and closer as the two of you approached the dead end. You shut your eyes until a hand wrapped around your waist and grabbed your hand. “Hold on tight.”

Your eyes shot open as you became weightless, floating into the sky over the parade with your savior. Everyone was becoming smaller beneath the two of you.

“Now, flyin’s just like walkin’,” he assured you, “Just straighten your legs and pretend the wind is the road.”

Obeying his instructions, you walked across the sky in shock. With a broken sigh and a smile, you flew atop your kingdom, going from rooftop to rooftop. Watching the children run in games of tag, men and women dancing, and balloons flying past you higher into the sky. He turned to you with a smirk, “You’re a natural.”

Eventually, you reached the veranda, and he gently twirled you on the ground while he remained on the railing, still holding onto your hand.

“I’ll draw them away from here, but wait for a while until you leave here.”

Still mesmerized, you smiled softly at him, “‘Kay.” was all you could manage as his hand slipped from yours.

“That’s my girl.” He smirked before jumping off the railing and floating quickly into the parade. Snapping out of your trance, you ran to the railing to find him amongst the crowd, but you couldn't see him.

Of course, he had to be a shapeshifter!

[jennxxe]

Paco 2.0.

pairing — bobby campbell x fem! reader

summary — you get the golden retriever human a golden retriever puppy

warnings — shortfic, this one is pure happiness aka what bobby deserves<3

a/n — i may bs spamming with fanfics abt bobby BUT thats purely bcs my brain works overtime with ideas when im maladaptive daydreaming while listening to music

The morning started like most others. Bobby stayed over at your place once more (he might as well move in at this point) and ended up sleeping in late, hair a complete mess, mumbling something about pancakes and “why is the sun yelling.” He wandered sleepily into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes, shirtless and barefoot, scratching at his abs like a boy who hadn't yet remembered how to function in daylight.

You were waiting. Barely holding it in.

Tea poured. Mug handed. A kiss to his jaw that made him smile against your cheek. And still he didn’t notice the small bundle of chaos hidden just beyond the patio door, tail already wagging so hard it could've powered a turbine.

You waited until he took that first sip. Until he leaned his hip lazily against the counter and grinned at you like you were the only thing in the world worth being awake for.

Then you cleared your throat. “I have a surprise for you.”

His brows raised instantly. He looked like you’d just told him Christmas came early and you were Santa. “Is it food? Is it a nap? Did you make one of those cakes shaped like me again?”

You only smirked, taking his hand and leading him toward the back door. “Better.”

You slid open the glass and let the puppy, tiny, golden, clumsy feet slapping against the deck into the house like a little hurricane of joy. A fluffy golden retriever with floppy ears, soft eyes, and a big pink tongue already hanging out of its mouth.

Bobby froze.

Like, actual full-body pause.

The puppy skidded to a stop in front of him, tail going at light speed, letting out a happy bark before immediately tripping over its own feet and rolling onto its side.

Bobby made a noise that could only be described as a mix between a gasp and a high-pitched “no way.”

“You got me a puppy?” he whispered, looking at you like he couldn't believe you were real.

You nodded. “You always said you wanted one. Someone Paco could mentor.”

As if on cue, Paco—yes, Bobby brings him over to your place with him—peeked out from his tank in the corner like a silent judge, completely unaware his quiet kingdom had just been invaded by zoomies.

Bobby crouched down, scooping the puppy into his arms like he was holding the Holy Grail. “Look at you, buddy,” he whispered, letting the pup lick his jaw and nose. “You’ve got paws the size of dinner rolls. You’re gonna be a unit.”

You leaned against the doorframe, watching the way Bobby’s face softened, lit up, melted into pure joy. That kind of unfiltered happiness, the kind that makes your chest ache because it’s just so him.

“What are you gonna name him?” you asked gently.

Bobby blinked down at the dog, then glanced at Paco. Then back to the dog.

“Pico,” he said instantly. “Like Paco... but little. Or spicy. Or both.”

You laughed, and Bobby just beamed, hugging Pico like he was already the best thing that had ever happened to him (next to you, obviously). “He’s gonna sleep in the bed,” Bobby added firmly. “Right between us. Every night.”

“He’s gonna snore.”

“Good. So do I.”

Pico barked again, then licked Bobby’s ear. Bobby giggled—actually giggled—and looked up at you like a boy who just got everything he ever wanted.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he said quietly, eyes still shining.

And you knew he meant it.

[official-james-b]

Dinner Night.

OPEN RP - For the Barnes Children. All are welcome in their own ways.

Please listen to the music to enhance the reading experience.

The kitchen smelled warm and rich, the soft sizzle of peanut sauce and grilled chicken filling the air like a quiet promise of comfort. James Barnes stood by the stovetop, the last skewers of chicken satay neatly arranged on a wide, chipped white platter. Steam curled upwards lazily as he turned the burner off, grabbing a clean towel to wipe his hands.

The clock on the wall, old and faithful, ticked exactly to 8:00PM. Saturday, April 26th, 2025. Right on time.

James hummed along to his gramophone tunes under his breath, low and quiet, as he moved about, setting the table. Plates clinked softly against the wood as he worked, laying out four mismatched sets—one for Nat, always reaching for the blue one; one for Kayla, who insisted on the plate with flowers; one for Lumi, who didn't care as long as there was extra sauce; and one for little Deyanira, who was still mastering the art of not throwing her food across the table.

He had told them no dessert tonight—just popcorn for movie night. But the bag of popcorn was nowhere to be found (and he knew he’d checked every damn shelf twice), so now, there was a small pot of raspberry porridge cooling on the counter. A backup plan he hoped they’d like. Or at least not complain too loudly about.

Winter, his loyal wolf companion, was curled up right against his feet, big body trembling slightly every time James shifted. Separation anxiety, or just an excuse for warmth—James didn’t mind. His free hand dropped instinctively every so often, brushing over thick, soft fur for comfort—both his and Winter's.

From the nursery across the hall, Arabella's cooing floated out, the soft, curious sounds of a five-month-old busy taking in her world. James smiled to himself, setting down the last fork, then tossing a quick glance at the open door to make sure she was still where he left her—propped up safely among her plush animals, wide-eyed and alert like the tiny queen of her kingdom.

Dinner was ready. Home was warm. For a moment, everything felt... right.

He wiped his hands one last time, straightened the salt and pepper shakers, and sighed gently.

James chuckled to himself, turning back to the table just as the music swelled, and the house brimmed with life.

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