#but when I go to a garden center I just like to get drawn to all different types of flowers

[rosicheeks]

What is your favorite flower?

Such a hard question 😭

[k0juki]

Good things take time

Joost Klein x fem!reader

English is not my first language, so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors! Also the pictures is not mine! Credit goes to owner! Not edited! Also BIG thanks to the @catherinewithu!! Couldn't do it without her.

Summary: If you promise something, you have to keep it. But even Joost makes a promise and doesn't keep it, just like you.

Warnings: alcohol, both sad y/n and Joost, mentions of sex but nothing is here!

A/n: I have mixed feelings about this xdd. Idk if it's happy ending...

Wc: 2.8k

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Joost. Joost fucking Klein. That man was always very charming and he didn't even have to try. He was always the center of attention whereas you were just somewhere back, trying to fit in. Looking for your kind of people that lay back just like you. And if a year back someone would have said to you, that you're going to be in love with this man, you wouldn't believe them. Probably laugh in their face. You and Joost? Ha, you could never... could you?

He was the god of the party. Whenever he walked into a room, it was like the atmosphere shifted. People gravitated towards him, drawn by his effortless charm and infectious energy. He had this way of making everyone feel like they were the most important person in the world, even if just for a moment. Yeah, you know, Joost.

You and him met pretty easily, not in some grand, starstruck way, but through friends. It was at one of those low-key gatherings that start with a few people and end up with the entire social circle crammed into a living room. Joost was in his element, entertaining the crowd with stories and jokes. You watched him, intrigued by how natural it all seemed to him.

As the night went on, you and him somehow ended up in the same conversation circle. It wasn't long before you were chatting like old friends that have always known each other. He asked about your interests, your thoughts on music, movies, and life in general that night. And you found yourself opening up more than you usually did, his genuine interest made it easy.

Then, you started seeing each other more frequently. Your encounters were never planned, but always felt serendipitous. You ran into each other at the shop center, at friends' houses, and even at the grocery store. Each meeting felt natural, unforced, but then it wasn't just for talking and sharing stories. Now, you and Joost were friends, but with benefits. Of course you didn't mind at all at first. But after some time you wasn't so sure anymore. At first it was just because of some release. But after some time, you started to feel some...things.

Then came the night of this unforgettable party. You didn't want to come here at all, but your friend, f/n, she promised it's going to be just for a few hours and that Joost is going to be here as well. Maybe, that's why you actually agreed to go here. She knew about you and Joost, and how you actually felt about him. But she promise to not say anything.

Joost was, as usual, the center of attention. But this time, at this party, it felt different. Every time your eyes met across the room, there was a spark, a silent understanding that something was shifting between you and him. You watched him laugh, dance, and engage with everyone, yet somehow, it felt like he was always aware of where you were and what you were doing, of who you were speaking with and when you looked at him.

It was like sixth sense.

It started to get hot here, or maybe it was just the alcohol that flowed through your blood. Either way, you needed some fresh air, so you excused yourself from your friend that was just as tipsy as you and you made your way out by the back door that went to the garden. There wasn't anyone, but it wasn't so surprising. Whole party was thrown inside because of the cooler weather.

Enjoying the muffled sounds of a party in the house behind you, you were startled when you felt someone's hand on your hip.

"Hey, hey, easy here. It's just me."

Joost.

"You scared me for life." Turning your head to look at him, you notice how his pupils were big.

"I'm sorry princess, I will try not to scare you away from me." You laughed it off. He was definitely a teaser. It was in his nature, to make people laugh, to forget everything, to enjoy their time with him.

"What are you doing here so alone, hm?" He whispered in the cold night and ran his hand that he had on your hip up and down. To warm you a bit. "It's cold out here."

"I know, but I needed some fresh air. I couldn't breathe in there." You said and pointed back at the house. Leaning your head on his shoulder you closed your eyes, but the drinks that your friend made you drink with her were a little bit stronger for your liking, so whenever you closed your eyes you felt the whole world spin, just like right now.

"Yeah, you're right." Joost put his chin on the top of your head after he kissed it, just as you relaxed in his hold. You always enjoyed his presence, but it wasn't just because of his personality, it was because he made you feel things that you believed that were never there. He was different, he made you feel different. Like no-one else before had. He lifted his hand from your hip and placed it on your arm, "You're cold." he said and raised his head for yours.

"It's nothing." You chuckled, "I will manage." you tried to assure him, but your skin was really ice cold.

"Yeah, in bed with a fever tomorrow morning. Come on, let's get inside." He took your hand in his and together you made your way to the house. He let you go in first, holding the door open for you like a true gentleman he is with a smile on his face. "Lady's first."

You returned his smile, never letting go of his hand. It wasn't strange for you to hold his hand and kiss here and there, but you weren't together, it made some people questioned your real relationship. But what they didn't know was that you and Joost have been sleeping with each other from time to time. And you had to admit, you were totally scared of your future with him.

He doesn't feel love. He never felt that way. You knew it because before you and him started to sleep together, you and him made a promise to not catch feelings, it's just gonna be about a sex. Nothing more, nothing less. And you knew you had crossed that line, but you couldn't tell him anything. That would ruin everything, it would have ruined you. So you swallowed your feelings and told yourself to not, ever, let or somehow show your feelings for him. Even though it hurts you.

"I need to find f/n. She's somewhere here and I need to stop her from doing something stupid." You told Joost and he actually laughed at that because he knew her and what she was capable of.

"That sounds like a good idea. I will be in the living room if you want to look for me after you find her." Joost winked at you with smug on his pretty face and left you here standing with red cheeks. No matter how many times he had flirted with you, you always gave in and let his charm affect you.

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It took you some time to find f/n, but you also have found some other friends that were looking after her as well. They were leaving and told you they are taking f/n home too.

"Noo, Y/n I don't wanna go home." f/n pouted and hugged you before others basically dragged her off of you.

"You have to. I will text you in the morning, okay?"

She protested, but eventually gave in. Leaving the party and looking forward to your text when you will be leaving.

You went to the kitchen and poured yourself a drink, not so strong this time and then you started looking for another person, Joost. But he already told you where he's going to be. Making your way through bodies to the living room, you greeted some faces you recognised. Sending friendly smiles and little waves. But just as you stepped to the living room, you couldn't help the shock that went thru you.

He was sitting here with some girl. No, the girl was sitting on his lap and what was even worse, they were making out. How his left hand was running through her hair and how his other hand was on her waist, keeping her closer, just like he did before with you. All you could do was watch the scene before you.

"Y/n?" Joost's voice was barely making any sense, but he knew that was you who he was kissing right now. He was so sure of it.

"Actually I'm Mila."

"You're not Y/n? My Y/n?"

"I can be her, if that's what you want."

"You're not her?" Joost asked the girl that he assumed was you, but she pulled him back to kiss her. He wasn't complaining, but he was hoping that was you who he was kissing right now and not some random chick.

When they pulled away to breathe, Joost looked around the room and saw you standing in the back with a shocked face and how it, in a matter of seconds, turned into a pained expression. That was the real you. You weren't sitting in his lap right now.

What were you thinking?

It hurt. It all hurt so much. You really thought he felt something for you, just like you did for him. But you were wrong, so, so wrong. "Y/n?" His words were slurred. "C'mon it was just for fun, you know that right?"

Drunk words are sober thoughts.

You heard him say somewhere towards you in his now drunk state, you couldn't even properly look at him, all you could do in that moment was to turn around and leave. On your way out of the house, you passed by people that gave you this kind of sympathy look. Did they think you and him were together too? You weren't, and he made that crystal clear.

"Y/N!" He was calling for you to stop, but you didn't. "Y/n! Can you stop for a second?!"

"What!? What is it Joost!?" You turned to him, stopping in your tracks. Barely holding tears in your eyes.

"What's wrong with you?!" Joost almost shouted, but held himself back because of other people near you two.

"What is wrong with me?" You had to ask. "With me?"

"Yeah, you're acting like I fucked that girl right infront of you, and even if I did, we're not together so it doesn't matter."

"I can't believe this." You avoided eye contact with him. "I'm such an idiot." Whispering, you looked down, letting the tears freely fall.

"What? So it's mine fault?"

"No it's mine."

An awkward silence was between you two.

Joost sighed looking down and put his hands on his hips. "Look Y/n, let's just get inside, get some drinks and forget about it. It wasn't that big of a deal anyway." He insisted and took a few steps towards you, trying to reach for you, but you backed down. You turned back around and said.

"Yeah, you're right, it's not that big of a deal anyway."

With that, you made your way home.

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That was two days ago, and from that time you felt like shit. You barely slept and eating food was bad too. F/n was worried about you, she insisted on talking to him, herself or you. But everytime she threatened, you told her to stop. That you're going to deal with it by yourself. She stopped after that.

Two fucking days.

Your phone was blowing with missed calls and hundreds of unread texts from Joost, but you didn't want to talk to him. Not right now. His words still hurt you. "It's not that big of deal anyway." Yes, you promised something to each other, but his words hunt you.

As you laid in your bed and re-thinking every detail of that night, soft knocking brought you out of your head. At first you didn't want to get up and answer, if it's important then they will try it later.

But the soft knocking was getting louder and more annoying. You slowly got up and made your way to the door. Ready to scream on anyone that was behind them.

"Y/n?"

That made you stop in your tracks. Joost? What was he doing here? You didn't want him near you at all. That's why you distanced everyone.

"Y/n, open the door."

His knocking stopped and you saw his shadow under the door and how he was stepping from one side to another.

"Open the door. Please."

Joost begged. And that's something you never heard from him before. Part of you wanted to let him in and hug him, but the other not at all.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I said that night." You heard him say behind the door. Him still waiting for you to open to him.

"You didn't say anything wrong. Only truth." You muttered on the other side.

"Yeah, but..." He sighed and leaned his head on the door. Closing his eyes for a moment before speaking again. "You didn't deserve that."

That made you cry. He was right, you didn't deserve it like that.

"I hear you cry." He lifted his head from the door and tried to open them again. "Please don't cry."

"You made me look so fucking stupid." You cried more. "I thought...I thought that we-"

"I'm sorry."

You took the handle and slowly opened the door, letting that awkward silence spread all around you and him.

"What do you want from me?" You finally asked as your eyes were red and swollen from crying for the past two days. Just like his.

"I don't know." He admitted. "Probably everything..."

"That's a lot."

"I know I want you in my life." He began. "I'm scared that if I told you how I feel, you're going to leave me like everyone else."

"And why would I do that?"

He didn't say anything to that. Like you had caught him off of guard. But that didn't mean that you felt any better. You wouldn't admit it, but you didn't feel better.

"My heart always seems to be disappointed." You admitted quietly, letting it sink in. "Maybe it was made just to be shattered into thousands pieces."

"No, no, don't say that. It's not the truth, you don't believe that." His eyes were pleasing yours to say otherwise, but he didn't find what he was looking for in them. "Do you?"

"What if I believe in that?"

Now you were more scared of his silence than your damaged heart. Is this it? Is this the very end of yours and Joosts path?

"Are you going to say something?"

"I'm sorry." He stepped closer and opened the door fully. "I'm sorry that I hurt you, I don't know what I was doing...I was drunk a-and I know that it doesn't change anything, but I'm still so sorry and I need you to know it." He kneeled before you and hugged your waist. Trapping you in his hold.

"Joost." You didn't know what to say. Or what to do at that moment.

"I love you." He breathed out. "I don't want you to disappear from my world, because you are my world."

You stopped breathing for a moment. He loves you? Joost loves you? From all of the people he knows and ever met, he loves you?

"I need you to know how I feel." Joost admitted and held your legs tighter. "I should have said that sooner."

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A/n: I could do better.

Don't copy or translate my work!

[headspace-hotel]

I have an essay brewing in my head constantly about lawns. Which, well, unsurprising, since I post about how I hate lawns all the time, but I think the "lawn" and "landscaping" centered way of thinking about Places Outside is a Bigger Thing that Connects to Other Things

(What isn't? Having ideas about concepts is always like this.)

I will introduce my ideas by a situation where they apply: Sometimes life-forms mimic other life forms. One form of mimicry is called Vavilovian mimicry, where weed species in crops grown by humans evolve over time to be more similar to the crops.

Vavilovian mimicry basically helps weeds survive because the weeds are adapted to the care-taking regimen of the crops, and because the human caretakers of the crop can have a hard time telling them apart, which means they might say "Ehh...I'll wait until it grows up so I can be sure I'm not pulling up my crop."

I think there's something similar at work among flower gardens and landscaping...but it's different.

Regular people don't know the name of every plant that might possibly grow in their flower beds, and they often pull up plants they don't know just because they don't know them. They sometimes say they pull up a plant that "looks weedy" or "looks like a weed."

I think to myself...what does "weedy" look like?

This question collided unexpectedly in my brain with an insight I had about invasive species that I could not explain.

I have to get rid of a lot of Callery pear, wintercreeper, honeysuckle, burningbush, privet, English ivy, and other plants that are invasive where I live. And strangely- many invasive plants look similar in ways they don't share with very many native species. They tend to have small, round or squat, glossy leaves, and they tend to have a very dense growth habit.

I can think of several possible explanations: Maybe these species thrive in North America today because of the loss of controlled burning, but their characteristics look so distinct next to native species because they relate to things that would make a species fire-intolerant? This doesn't seem quite right, since it doesn't predict level of fire-adaptedness in native species.

Another explanation is better: they were selected for these traits by humans for their usefulness in landscaping. Dense growth habit would be useful for creating hedges or ground covers. This is why many invasives were originally planted, right? And small leaves might feel or be perceived as less "messy" when they fall.

But I think this is a clue to something else going on. What does "weedy" look like?

Some plants go on one side of "weeds vs. flowers" and some on the other, and it's almost totally arbitrary...so how do gardeners make the call so decisively?

I think about the commonest "landscaping" plants- Knock Out roses, hostas, petunias, begonias, boxwoods and so on- they share a lot of the characteristics mentioned above. Shiny or at least smooth, typically small and squat leaves, dense and compact growth habit.

Then I think about some of the commonest and most important "weedy" native wildflowers, such as goldenrods, asters, milkweeds, Joe-Pye weed, ironweed, sunflower. They all differ from the above in at least one striking way. Mostly, they have hairy leaves and stems, long and thin leaves, and a tendency to grow up tall before blooming. Milkweed has smooth leaves, but its leaves are long and very big. Hmm...

And I think I can guess where this is coming from.

Landscaping and garden designs often look like this

See how the plants are drawn and arranged to cover a space in two dimensions, mostly not overlapping with each other? This is very easy to plan and design. And those common landscaping plants I mentioned—hostas, Knock Out roses, boxwoods, and so on—are very good at acting just like a two-dimensional representation of them does. Just look, you can see them:

Now look at those important native wildflowers I mentioned:

Goldenrod

Ironweed

Milkweed

These guys don't fill much space in a horizontal plane, they go straight up. They don't exclude other plants from very much space either. Plants could grow under them and among them. So they're not very good for "filling up" space, and their opener, lankier, less dense shape doesn't do a good job at blocking other plants from growing.

In a garden of North American prairie- or meadow-adapted plants, the plants wouldn't exclude each other and stay within their designated spots because they're evolved to intermix with a great variety of plants.

"Separateness" is a big part of the typical "landscape" aesthetic. These plants are very neatly separate from each other. This is what looks "neat" and well-kept to us...the opposite of "weedy."

This could mean our garden and flower beds are affected by a selective pressure a lot like the Vavilovian mimicry situation. But instead of weeds being selected to look like intentionally grown plants, the intentionally grown plants are being selected to look different from weeds.

The subtle difference makes perfect sense. In a field, the rule is "leave the plant there if you're unsure" because that's your food. In a flower bed, the rule is "get rid of the plant if you're unsure" because having weeds is more aesthetically unacceptable than having blank space.

The point is: Ecology needs to be a big part of gardening and landscaping, because you are DOING ecology. Even if you don't know the evolutionary principles, you're acting them out.

Just like the ineffable preferences of female birds give the males weird elaborate display structures, ineffable aesthetic "senses" that govern our "built" world slowly turn it into something weird.

[paintedstories]

Y/n was tired of being stuck in the castle, Only being known as the king and queen’s daughter. She wanted to experience the world, So she snuck into the village and met hwang hyunjin, Local troublemaker and peasant. Kinda a jack and rose plot where they don’t like each other at first, but y/n keeps going into the village and they eventually fall for each other, Hyunjin sneaks into the castle during a party and they fuck each other in her room trying not to alert the guards. And also hyunjin being like a huge perv towards reader but in a charming way😭😭

pleaseeee I NEED THIS from ur beautiful mind🙏🏽💕💕

PHILOPHOBIA

♥: Thank you for the request and kind words! 💋💌

⚠: cussing ; weapons; almost caught up s3x ⚠: This is an AU meaning the SKZ band does not exist, and Hyun-Jin does not know any of the members. ⚠: Reader is a female 🚺 She/Her ⚠: Peasant Hwang Hyun-Jin x Royal reader ⚠: SMUT ⚠: Master list 📃 halter*= the design of the top of the dress(go search it up it'll help visualise better)

"Fuck it, I'm done with all this bull-shit," the Daughter of the golden king said to herself, she hated being perfect in the peasant's eye, hated being the pretty image of her mother gold and father golden, hatred was a small word for the sentiment she felt for her family, whom wanted to marry her for money. Dreadful washer life to say the least.

While looking outside the beautiful floral decorated garden an idea came up to her beautiful head, which everyone thought was all but mischief, only innocence could be seen through her eyes, which was a good advantage in the big castle when she had to lie her way out.

And this is how she is in this situation, lying to her father about going to sleep faster than usual and pleading with him to let her leave before the royal dinner, is not like it was something special, just her, her mother, and her father.

Fortunately, he agreed, as she tried to contain the excitement in her eyes she got the front of the dress in her hands and rapidly walked to her room, chuckling slightly when her dad ordered her to walk like a lady.

Closing the door to her room and getting the gown that she had with her own "incapable" regal hands made so she will look like the other peasants. Putting her hair in a messy ponytail and getting the leather shoes she made so the fit will be a total success she looked in the elegant golden framed mirror to see herself, unrecognizable she thought with a smirk. Finally, she will see the world, finally!

Climbing from her beautifully decorated window full of drawings she made of flowers and happy couples who found love by destiny not by the force of family she smiled and jumped on the branch from the big old tree from her childhood that stayed in front of her window as a welcome to escape the prison her golden family called the perfect home and finally be free, for a little while sadly.

Looking down from the tree while making the dress shorter by folding it in a spiral mode and knotting it at the front she jumped on the next tree and the final one that had the branch thick enough to go and jump from the tip on the big stone made barrier that kept her away from the world for so long.

the click of her leather shoes was heart on the rounded stones from the so called unbreakable golden fence.

Her hopes were almost taken away when she saw how far the imperial village was, but seeing a horse-drawn carriage, fortunately, by a peasant and not one of the guards, she jumped on the dirt path and walked rapidly to the peasant while fixing her dress and asked the very kind old man if he could leave her in the center of the village.

the man smiled and gestured for her to go and sit next to him, the man looked kind had blue eyes and a crispy-looking beard, he was bald and had a sun hat that was made of dried hard leaves, the traditional, and in the carriage was dried grass.

They talked and she asked where he was from, she found out he lives in the out-gate of the village but he had work in the center, that's why he accepted to let her come with him.

She found out that he had a beautiful wife and unfortunately event of her miscarriage, but they still hoped and prayed to god to give them a child. She was happy that the first person she meet was so kind, and on the 30 minutes of her listening to the poor man talking about his life, she silently prayed for all the happiness to come to him, when they arrived she hugged him and left the man shocked and smiling as she waved to him and ran to the deeps of the center, where all the people where.

Then she saw a guy with long black hair and dirty white clothes steal from a lady that was paying attention to three singers in the middle, the angry girl ran after him screaming.

"Hey you coward come back, stop stealing!" she screamed after him and when he turned on his track to look at the screaming girl he got annoyed and angry, who was she to scream after him!?! he just glared at her and showed her the middle finger while he kept running, thinking he will lose her and eat the sweet he stole from that hag, little did he know that she was trained and she had the stamina of a soldier. when he thought he lost her he turned to look behind him while jogging and saw that she was still running after him.

"What THE FUCK! WOMAN, STOP FOLLOWING ME" he screamed while he continued to run and slowly start to gasp for air, realizing that he was going nowhere he jumped onto wooden casks, but when his foot touched the cask he flew on the floor, as they were empty and very old, meaning, very fragile.

She watched as he fell on his ass grunting and rubbing his back, she then rush walked to him and punched him in the face. "what was that for?!" he screamed while rubbing the part of his face where she punched him. "for being a coward thief and not getting a job like normal humans and living in poverty because you're lazy and a coward" she repeated the word coward to him twice because of the anger she felt, she hated cowards, and hated thief's even more!

"How can you live like this!" she screamed at him. He truly didn't know the answer himself, for a second you could see the pain in his eyes as he registers the harsh words of the girl.

"fuck off, you don't know anything... stupid woman" he pushed her off of him and then handed her a hand to get up and she, unfortunately, accepted, when she got up half a meter he let her hand go and she fell with a squeak, cute, he thought before shaking bis head and smirking while gesturing to her that now she could trust him by grabbing his hand but he did not grab it, instead she swatted his hand away with anger "fucking peasant" she muttered under her breath while getting up and leaving the boy dumbfounded.

she started walking away from him, mumbling to herself while patting the hem of her dress and sleeves.

but he wasn't having none of her stubborn attitude and with his long feet slowly walked to her, with a mischievous smirk.

"you're new here, never seen such a stubborn lady around here," he said while grabbing her by the waist. Swatting his hand away and walking further ahead without responding to him. He just shrugged his shoulders and walked ahead, feeling annoyed about the girl not being like the others.

Y/n decided to ignore the boy, as she said in her mind.

"he is not worth enough to deal with, I have to see other things than talk with a thief" and she continued her adventure through the village, for another 1 hour and a quarter when she came back to the castle fortunately with the same man as when she left, she found out he goes to the village every day. "perfect," she thought, she will sneak out and go with the man.

for the past three days, Y/n kept sneaking out, of course, her family thought it was weird how all of a sudden she was happy, but glad she was they did not disturb her with unanswerable questions.

as the day's passed of the beautiful girl sneaking out of the palace in the village, sometimes (quite often) meeting with the handsome boy, whose name was Hwang Hyun-Jin, she found out after an unfortunate encounter of him bumping into her the 100th time, she could confidently say, he became more and more annoying, she hated him and knew he hated her too, always pinching her waist or taking a bit of her hair and yanking it. He was the dear devil.

it was the 35th day of her sneaking out, keeping track of her sneakings was always good, of course very well hidden under a plank of wood of her floor.

the sneaking went as it always went, no one said, saw, or discovered anything, or she thought so.

but while being in the village, walking without any thought where, she started thinking about tomorrow's party, again needing to act as the perfect spoiled princess, glad could say she was that only royals would be, but as fast as she entered her thoughts a rather someone or a one rather annoying Hwang interrupted her thoughts. "Oh hello ~ There princess" he purred in her neck as he circled her, how did he know?! she thought scared but without showing an expression.

"Come on Princess, I've known from our first encounter, knew something was different with you," he said while sneaking his arm around her shoulder making her feel trapped. "and what if I am?!" she said annoyed. "nothing, nothing, just curious what a spoiled princess would want to do around here" rolling her eyes she swatted his hand away and went back to the man who she saw was going to his horse carriage and hoped in with a huff after of course greeting the old man.

Laughing slightly the man made the horses start walking and in no time she was at the back of the palace after he left she started climbing on her spot, but little did she know that a certain someone was watching her.

and as fast as that, the next day came and everyone was on alert to get ready, themself and the party.

and as the days always pass, the party came too, after the dinner, where she should have been, she could excuse herself in her room, as always, only the face, nothing more, only a pretty face.

Walking towards her room in the annoyingly long hall while huffing she finally arrived in her room and after closing the door and lighting a candle as it was getting dark she heard shuffling from her window when she turned to look around she almost screamed but the stranger slapped his hand accidentally too hard around her mouth while turning her around with her back to his chest.

"shh princess, we don't want anyone hearing us now do we?" he said, his breath tickling her neck sending shudders down her spine. "what, do you want?"

she manages to mutter after removing his hand from her mouth. "Oh, nothing sweetheart, I just, came here to get a taste from the mysterious girl" he smirked behind her while he kept holding the scared aroused girl in his strong grip, making her feel trapped.

He took her breath away when she was thrown into her bed by the man, and started kissing her hungrily, he told himself that if she wouldn't kiss him bake he would leave her, but she started kissing him and grabbing his hair.

When the girl started moaning, he knew he could continue.

Smirking into the kiss he motioned to her that he wanted her Halter, when she nodded he removed it and started kissing her chest making her whimper, slowly sliding down to grab the corset and untie it from behind her after making her stand in a sitting position and freeing her from the dress.

Seeing her naked body made him even more hungered by the girl. Kissing her softly on the lips then going down to her chest and tummy like a starved man, making you whimper and shakily call his name. "shh, sweetheart, don't let them hear you" he smirked while moving his hand down to your undergarments making your legs close. "no need to close your legs on me, I desire to see all of you, my dove" he said then slowly entered her making her whimper. " I love you my dove, every since- ngh fuck- I saw you" Her eyes widened, and cummed instantly after hearing him confess to her, he started pounding into her harder after feeling her clench on him and hearing her heavenly moans, few more thrusts and he got out cumming on her stomach while his eyes rolled to the back of his head and whimpered then let half of his weight fall on your body.

*knock*

*knock*

*knock*

"mistress is everything alright, I heard a moan of pain."

"oh n-no Brunhilde I just stumbled my toe to the leg of the bed, haha you know how clumsy I get when I'm tired, no need to check on me, you can leave, and tell the others not to disturb me as I'm going to my much-needed slumber!* she said trying o sound normal. only if her maid knew what happened. fortunately the maid left, leaving the two alone.

"so mistress what are we?" he said with a smirk moving his face at the crock of her neck and kissing her while leaving a hickey at the back of her neck not visible when having her hair down.

"I don't know, my father would never let me marry you..." she said with sadness in her voice and eyes.

he hugged her back to his chest and kissed her naked shoulder while moving his left hand soothingly on her waist up to her underboob and down to her ass.

"lets run" he said with devotion in his voice.

OH my god hi love!!

I'm sorry for responding so late but I loved the ask so much that I had to remake it 3 times haha.

If you liked it please reblog, it helps a lot ♥

[elrielsgarden]

Elain & ACOTAR 5

The next book in Sarah J. Maas's bestselling series Court of Thorns and Roses, though highly debated among the fandom, is 100% going to be Elain's. It has to be.

SJM states in a Q&A/interview transcript in the A Court of Frost and Starlight special edition: "But I do know that the Cassian and Nesta book is next. And I know what I want to write for the second spinoff, but I'm keeping the door open after that."

She also states in that same transcript: "When spring came, I was heavily pregnant-so I was really nesting-and we realized that the garden beds were pretty overgrown with ivy. There was literally ivy everywhere: in the garden beds, wrapped around the trees, crawling up the sides of the house. So I went into this obsessive, I-need-to-rip-out-every-last-strand-of-ivy-before-I-have-this-baby mode. And I remember the entire time I was ripping out the ivy, and trying to get some semblance of order into the garden beds, I just slipped into Elain's head. Elain is a gardener, and everything I did during those weeks became research for her book."

From these two remarks from SJM-within the same interview-we learn that she knows who the next book after A Court of Silver Flames will be, and she also knows she will be writing Elain's book. Therefore, the next Court of Thorns and Roses book will be Elain's.

This next ACOTAR book will be Elain's, and hers alone, in the sense that the title will revolve solely around her, just as A Court of Silver Flames does with Nesta. Of course, ACOTAR 5 will feature another POV, that of Elain's love interest.

Many people refer to ACOTAR 5 as "Azriel's book," but SJM has stated many a time what she says in a January 2024 TODAY interview: "I've always been drawn to writing women that can't be placed in any definable category." The focal point of every book SJM has written is the women, and so Elain will be the center of her book-not her love interest. This person will be Azriel.

The people who refer to "Azriel's book" are right about one thing, however. Azriel is set up in the ACOTAR series and in the most recent installment of the Crescent City series, House of Flame and Shadow. Both Azriel and Elain have been primed for their romance and future plot by SJM.

It is also crucial to point out that each of the spinoff novels are about side characters from the first three, automatically removing the possibility of "Azriel's book" having anything to do with Gwyneth Berdara, who arrived in the story in ACOSF.

Further, the title of Elain's book will revolve solely around her character, just as A Court of Silver Flames does with Nesta. Nothing about that title suggests Casein's involvement in the book, though of course he is the love interest and other POV. Elain's book, then, will follow this pattern, A Court of ________ _____, describing her character. Yes, Azriel will be the second POV, but just as with ACOSF he, the love interest and second POV, will likely not be indicated in the title.

In conclusion, the next book in the Court of Thorns and Roses series will belong to Elain Archeron, and be titled after her, and will feature Azriel as her love interest in the second spinoff novel. 🌸🦇

[murdrdocs]

i need cute domestic fluff w finnick and like him and reader like living a cute little life after the rebellion and like them just living together and being happy

this is like the only life i can associate with finnick.

slow days where you both take it easy. sometimes, there's this mental fog that takes place over your minds, especially finnick's, but you've gotten used to living in harmony together, especially in these moments.

these are the mornings when the bed is extra comfortable and inviting. there's nothing urging either of you to get out, so even when you wake up the first time, there's a second and third awakening before you're truly awake. you know finnick can't sleep like that, but he refuses to shower without you, and he doesn't want to take you awake from comfort, so each time you wake up he's sitting with his back against the headboard, a worn book in his hands and a concentrated look on his face.

the showers during these days are long, drawn out, filled with the excessive use of water and products that scent your skin and hair with aromas adored by both parties.

the breakfast is eaten late, bordering on lunch, and it's kept simple, too. sometimes pancakes, waffles, maybe a sandwich. it's usually eaten outside with the sound of waves crashing against the shore as a background. you tell him of your dreams, he silently envies how innocent and pure they are.

"we had a kid, named him mikey."

"mikey?"

an excited nod from you as you sip your juice. "mhm! short for michel."

finnick's lips turn up as he lets your dream take the place of his nightmares. before, the thought of them would make a chill run down his body, but with the image of what mikey would look like in his head, he feels warm, even with the sea breeze blowing across his tanned skin.

afternoons are spent in each other's company. there's a walk sometimes, maybe a bike ride. sometimes you do garden work, planting flowers, taking up ones that've already grown to make a bouquet for the counter. usually, you're both on the beach, finnick fishing while you peacefully lounge on a large navy blue and white striped towel.

then you're back home, the TV softly playing an old sitcom that's bearable by your standards while you paint your nails and finnick cooks dinner, the new bouquet a perfect center peace on the island. the smell of your favorite dish is comforting, and you have the urge to go join him in the kitchen. the nail polish bottle is left half open on the coffee table and you're standing behind finnick with your arms wrapped around his torso, letting the heat of his body and the stove dry your probably-already-ruined nail art.

the nights are quiet. another shower shared, two bodies standing close in the large space. you're usually wrapped in one of finnick's shirts. he typically dons a pair of loose pants. you settle into bed, finnick with the same book from earlier, you finishing the episode from earlier, and you're curled into his side. you fall asleep before the episode ends, leaving it for another day, finnick finishes his chapter.

the lamp is flicked off, your breathing is soft, the window is cracked to let in a breeze and the same sound of the ocean. the mix of finnick's two favorite things –– you and the sea –– is what lulls him to sleep.

his arms around your body, your head against his chest, and a general stillness in your shared home.

[fairydvsts-blog]

𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥

Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

"i love you" in Taylor Swift's lyrics masterlist

summary; as the summer reaches its end, so does your summer fling with Rafe, however, you have realised that you love him and now you refuse to let him go

warnings; mostly fluff, some angst, Rafe being an asshole at the beginning, a lot of swearing and slight mentions of sex

a/n; english isn't my first language, so you might find some mistakes; I'm open to constructive criticism. Enjoy!

You were drunk, totally wasted. That night, Sarah had invited you to a party at John B's house and it was full of people. Obviously, most of them were pogues, excluding a few kooks that must have crushed the party, however, none of those kooks was the one that you couldn't stop thinking about.

Rafe Cameron

You met Rafe at the start of summer vacation, when you moved to the house next to his and became a good friend of his sister. The first impression you had of him was nefarious, your initial thought being: "God, this guy is a jerk", and yet, you couldn't help but feel attracted to him because of his charisma and good looks.

You tried to keep your distance, though, since you didn't want a guy like him hurting your feelings. He was selfish, self-centered and cocky; that type of guy that would send you to therapy sooner rather than later. But one evening, you two ran into each other at the beach, bought a few beers at some vending machine to drink together and ended up kissing

You didn't realise at the moment, but it took just one kiss for you to fall for him.

And every night after that little rendezvous, you would snuck through the garden gate that divided his backyard from yours just to meet with him in secret. That's how you fell in love with him. You fell in love with that one guy that could tear your heart apart in the blink of an eye.

That was the thrill of loving Rafe, though, one moment you were up, the next moment you were down. Sometimes it hurt, but most of all it was exciting.

Your relationship was down that night, because he had stood you up to go out with another girl. And the worst part was not having the right to be mad at him, since you two weren't exclusive; he made sure to remind you of that at every chance he got, so you had drunk more that you should have to forget about him. You were failing your mission, though, because you couldn't stop checking your social media, waiting for him to post something, anything really, that would calm your anxiety; you just wanted to know if he was fucking her or not.

You refreshed his instagram profile one last time and the pink circle that notified that he had posted a new story came up on screen. Without giving it a second thought, you opened it and you heart sank when you saw the guy you loved kissing another girl.

You downed your cup of whisky in just one sip, before getting up from the log you had been sitting on, and walked towards Sarah, who was dancing with Kiara next to the bonfire to join them. Before you met Rafe, you had never cried over a guy, let alone been depressed at a party because of one —and that wouldn't be the first time you did it. You wanted to have fun; the summer was ending and you would have to return to New York soon, you couldn't let him ruin your last days in Outer Banks.

Sarah and Kiara welcomed you with a big smile and included you in their dance circle. The three of your moved to the beat of music, rubbing your bodies together and drawning everyone's attention, especially from the opposite sex.

Not long afterwards, you started dancing with a cute guy that had approached you, offering you a drink. You had seen him a few times at the Cut when you were visiting the pogues and he seemed nice, so you accepted the drink and agreed to dance a few songs with him.

The dance soon turned into a proper make out session in the middle of the crowd. You didn't even like him that way —'cause he wasn't Rafe—, but you were on the rebound, so you took what you could get. You heard your friends cheering you, oblivious to the emotional roller coaster you were going through; you hadn't told them about your relationship with Sarah's brother, so they didn't suspect you were acting like that because you were heartbroken. You wanted to keep it that way, though.

After you let go of the guy —whose name you did not know— a drunk Sarah approached you while laughing. She just showed you her phone screen, where a picture of you kissing that stranger could be seen.

"Look! You are so cute together!" she said.

You laughed too and then, out of the blue, you had a brilliant idea.

"That's a cool pic. Post it, babe."

It really was a cool photo, but that was not why you wanted her to post it on her instagram stories. You wanted Rafe to see it. You wanted to make him jealous. And it worked. Only five minutes later, he was blowing up your phone with texts, voice mails and calls. You answered one of them with a smile on your face just to tease him a little, but he wouldn't give you the opportunity to do so.

"Where are you? l'm coming for you," he told you immediately.

"What? No. l'm having fun with my friends. Leave me alone, jerk," you answered, walking towards the drinks to get another one.

"Are you drunk?" He was surprised; you weren't the type to get wasted at parties.

"It's none of your business, asshole," you shouted after drowning a tequila shot.

You didn't even bother doing the salt and lemon thing and you almost puked in John B's front porch.

"Go fuck that blonde you stood me up for."

"Baby," he sighed, "I'm gonna find you whether you tell me where you at or not, so let's make this easier."

You ignored his request. The image of him sucking off that blonde's face was stuck in your head and was making your blood boil.

"Shut up, Rafe, you're an insensible piece of shit," you accused him, "I wish we never met."

You hung up the phone, leaving him speechless. Of course, you didn't mean what you said, you had spent the best summer of your life with him, but you were drunk and furious, and you weren't thinking straight. You regretted what you said right after, so you took another shot to handle the guilt and then returned to the improvised dance floor to keep dancing.

He wouldn't let it go that easily, though. Fifteen minutes later, he appeared at The Chateau and looked for you until he found you dancing with his sister. His heart started pounding in his chest when he saw you; you looked beautiful that night, well, you always did, but there was something about you being tipsy and carefree that made him smile like crazy.

He made his way through the crowd, without taking his eyes from you, and grabbed your hand when he reached you; his action catched you by surprise so you couldn't resist being pulled away from your friends. He dragged you to his car despite all your complaints and insults, letting your hand go when you arrived there.

"Get in the car please," he asked nicely, opening the passenger's door for you.

You were far too drunk and exhausted to fight with him, still, you were so stubborn that you sat in the back of the car just so he didn't have it his way.

You heard him sigh before he opened the driver's side door and entered the car. He started the engine in complete silence; before you knew it, he was driving you home.

"Why are you mad at me, baby?" he asked a few minutes later, his attention focused on the road.

"Why?" You laughed sarcastically, "You had fucked another girl, Rafe, am I supposed to be happy about it?"

"We aren't exclusive, we both agreed on that when we first started this," he said, and he was right.

Actually, you were the one who came up with that idea, but you did it just because you thought that it would prevent you from falling too hard for him; apparently, you were wrong.

"Things have changed now," you admitted.

You felt a tight knot appear in your throat, but you resisted the urge to cry. If you showed weakness in front of him, he would realise that you cared too much. He would know how you truly felt for him. He would hold your heart in the palm of his hand, and he would have the power to crush it anytime.

"Are you okay?" he asked, looking concerned.

Despite your efforts to hide your tears, he had noticed your eyes were watering a little bit.

You said, "I'm fine."

But it wasn't true.

"Baby, what's happening? You can talk to me," the tone of his voice was calm, yet worried, and you couldn't hold back your emotions anymore.

You bursted out crying.

"I love you, idiot! That's what happens!" you shouted, sobbing, "And you're so self-obsessed that you haven't even noticed it."

He looked up grinning like a devil. His eyes staring right into your teary ones through the rear view.

"Baby, stop crying and listen to me, please," he requested, with a smile so big that it lighted up his whole face, "I feel the same way," he recognised and your heart skipped a beat.

He pulled over, getting out of the car and opening your door to face you. He gently grabbed your cheeks so he could wipe away your tears and pressed a little kiss over your lips, which were salty due to all the crying.

"I love you," he repeated, making you smile but you couldn't stop sobbing like a baby; your thoughts were all over the place.

To help you calm down, he entered the car and placed you on his lap, holding you in his strong arms. You hid your face in the crook of his neck and the rich scent of his expensive perfume clouded your senses; you relaxed instantly.

"I haven't fucked other girls since we got together," he whispered, stroking your hair slightly, "I couldn't do it, because you were all I could think about."

"But tonight..." you started off saying, but he interrupted you.

"Yes, I kissed her because I thought you didn't feel the same way about me," he explained, pushing you away to look at your face, "I thought you would forget about me as soon as you got back to New York. I just didn't want you to break my heart."

His words sounded honest, and you could relate to that feeling. You had been feeling like that since you realised that you loved him.

"I can't forget about you, trust me, I've tried," you recognised, "I was scared too, that's why I didn't tell you," you traced his sharp jawline with your thumb, staring at his mouth.

You were dying to kiss him.

"There's no reason to be scared anymore, is there?" he murmured so close to you that his lips caressed yours.

"Not as long as we're together," you answered.

After that, you finally kissed him, revealing with your lips all the secrets you had kept during that cruel summer.

[cnnmairoll]

hello hello! may i ask for a luka x fem!reader where luka sees reader taking care of the moles and he just gets this very homey and fluffy feeling within him? :'DD please only do it if you're comfortable + are okay with doing it given your sched!!! have a great day/night ahead!

The Moles' Beloved Miss

Pairing : Luka x Fem!Reader Genre : Fluff a/n : When I saw this rec I immediately stopped whatever I was doing and got into writing. Luka favoritism? Yes but I'm not sorry for it. Anyways hope you liked this anon!!

You had always been the nurturing type. Whether it was tending to your garden, or baking cookies for your neighbors, your heart was as warm as your freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. You had a special place in your heart for children, which is why it was no surprise that you found yourself surrounded by a group of adventurous kids who called themselves "The Moles."

You had become fast friends with Hook and the other members of The Moles, Timmy and Julian. It all started when you noticed them playing in the park one day. Hook had taken a tumble, and you couldn't resist rushing to her aid. Since then, you had become their go-to caregiver, a role you embraced wholeheartedly.

One breezy afternoon, you sat in the center of a circle of Moles, their eyes wide with wonder as you spun a fantastical tale of knights, dragons, and magical kingdoms. They hung onto every word, their imaginations running wild.

Meanwhile, not too far away, Luka watched with a soft smile. He had always been drawn to your nurturing spirit, and your ability to bring joy to these young souls only deepened his admiration for you.

As your storytelling session concluded, Hook, the self proclaimed leader of the Moles, jumped up with enthusiasm. "Miss, can we hear more stories tomorrow? Pretty please?"

You chuckled, ruffling Hook's hair affectionately. "Of course, Hook. I'll have a new adventure ready for you."

Timmy and Julian exchanged excited glances, and Luka couldn't help but be touched by the happiness radiating from the children.

After your storytelling session, the Moles led you on a little expedition through the hidden corners of Belobog's Underworld. They showed you their secret hideouts, mysterious caves, and all their favorite spots for games. Along the way, you couldn't help but notice their youthful curiosity and wonder, and it warmed your heart.

As the day turned into evening, you returned to your small cottage in Belobog's Underworld. It was a cozy little place with wooden walls and a thatched roof, and it felt like a second home. You had a feeling Luka was responsible for its comfort, as he often popped by with small surprises, like freshly baked cookies or a bouquet of wildflowers.

Tonight, as you entered your cottage with the Moles in tow, you discovered a delightful surprise. The room was bathed in the warm glow of candlelight, and the smell of something delicious wafted through the air.

"Miss, look!" Julian exclaimed, pointing to a table laden with cookies, hot chocolate, and a pile of storybooks.

Hook grinned mischievously. "Luka helped us set up this surprise for you, Miss!"

And there, standing by the table, was Luka himself, wearing his characteristic warm smile. "I thought we could all have some cookies and milk and continue with the stories," he suggested, his eyes twinkling.

The Moles cheered in delight, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of happiness in your chest. You all gathered around the table, munching on cookies, sipping hot chocolate, and sharing tales long into the night.

Luka, with his infectious enthusiasm, added to the magic of the evening. He told stories of his own adventures, ones that inspired the Moles to dream even bigger. As the hours passed, you couldn't help but admire the way he connected with the children, just as you did.

The night drew to a close, and as the Moles left your cottage with tired smiles and full hearts, Luka lingered behind. He looked at you, his blue eyes filled with warmth and admiration.

"Thank you," he said softly, "for bringing so much joy to their lives. You have a gift.

You blushed, feeling grateful for Luka and the bond you shared with the Moles. "It's my pleasure, Luka. And thank you for always being there to support us."

With a fond smile, Luka reached out and gently held your hand. "You know," he began, "I think the Moles are right. You're like a guardian angel to them. And to me."

As you looked into Luka's eyes, you realized that this peculiar little corner of Belobog's Underworld had become a place of magic and wonder, filled with friendship and love. And in that moment, you couldn't imagine being anywhere else in the world.

[geddy-leesbian]

A carved oak table tells a tale, of times when kings and queens sipped wine from goblets gold, and the brave would lead their ladies from out of the room to arbors cool. A time of valor, and legends born. A time when honor meant much more to a man than life, and the days knew only strife to tell right from wrong through lance and sword.

fantasy + cowboys + don quixote variety pack for Serennedy week

plus little snippet of a princess Luis story:

It's the moment of truth. Leon has hacked and slashed his way through what felt like endless waves of monstrous wolves and gigantic insects, navigated through a maze of a garden lined with thorny bushes, and solved a few puzzles. Finally he's reached the base of the tower. If the stories he's heard are true, there's a beautiful princess up at the top waiting to be rescued.

Scaling the tower isn't too bad. There's hardy vines growing on it, that Leon is able to use like a rope to climb up to the lone window at the tower's top. His heart races as he heaves himself through the window. There might be a beautiful princess in the room. A princess so beautiful and special that Leon will actually be attracted to her without conscious effort, and she'll be so grateful to finally be rescued that she'll agree to marry him right away.

Or the room will be empty, and Leon will just have to make peace with the fact he's going to die alone, because this whole “find a princess to rescue” thing was his last ditch effort after years of trying and completely failing to court women the normal ways.

Shutters magically snap shut behind Leon, covering the window, trapping him. The room is lavishly furnished. At the center is a large canopy bed, with intricately carved wood posts and lacy fabrics. And there's a figure in a dress laying on it. Success. It isn't until Leon gets closer that he realizes: It's a man. He approaches stealthily, dagger drawn and presses it to the man's throat.

“Oye, what the hell are you doing?! Barging into someone's bedroom, putting a knife to their throat?”

“There's supposed to be a princess here. You've got her dress. Where is she? What did you do to her?”

“Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but there is no princess here. Never has been. Just a very charming prince who happens to enjoy wearing his mother's dresses.”

“You're kidding.”

“No, you have the wrong castle, hero boy. But, while you're here… Untie my hands?”

“I can't believe this,” Leon complains, rolling the man over and using his dagger to cut the rope tying his hands together. “I went through hell to get here expecting my soul mate, and instead I get you.”

“Easy, easy. I may not be the princess you expected, but I'm not nothing either! Can the handsome and amazing Prince Luis Serra know his savior's name?”

“Leon.”

“Thank you, Sir Leon,” Luis purrs, before breaking Leon's brain a little bit by boldly going in for a kiss. “Now let's get out of here. Just a few flights of stairs, no more traps. Oh, and there's a dragon at the bottom of the tower that you'll have to slay.”

“Of course there is. Whatever.”

[dalchiid]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 17

A story of obsession, fear, and lust. You're a maid whose Masters forbid you in meeting their guests for the night but your luck runs dry when you run into them and catch the attention of Lord Hoseok himself. He's smitten from the beginning and thus, your fate has been decided.

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 5,815

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Possessive, Angst, Fear, Blood, Biting, Dub-Con, Eventual smut

Will add or remove warnings based on what's in each chapter.

I do not condone the behavior being exhibited in my work. This is solely for entertainment purposes and I hope if any of you are ever in a situation like this that you have the chance and ability to run away from it. Take care out there.

DO NOT copy, edit, or repost my work anywhere.

Chapter 17 Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession, Small bit of angst

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Hoseok leads you off somewhere distant. Up the large stairs and towards the west wing. You take a chance to look at the walls and paintings that adorn them. From abstract art to full fledged pieces of what you presume to be other vampires. Vampires who once ruled these walls. There's one in particular that catches your attention. A man and several women seated and around them are seven young men. You immediately recognize one of them as Jimin and your eyes go to search for Hoseok but before you can find him you're dragged off and away. Hoseok continues to pull on your arm until you reach a door. He opens it to reveal a lavished bedroom the curtains are drawn closed and reveal to be thick cream material with lace layered on top. His bed is a four poster with an emerald green and cream colored sheets. You look around as he releases your hand and you find yourself drawn to his entertainment center. It's made out of glass as are his nightstands but what catches your eye are the pictures he has lying on top of them. They're pictures of children. Children playing, children holding each other in tight hugs. There's one of a teenager who looks much like Hoseok holding a woman close to his side - a heart shaped smile taking over his face. If it weren't for her facial features that resembled him so much- his nose, cheekbones, and smile being mirror images - you would have thought she might be his sister or possibly a lover.

Hoseok checks over his things the servants brought while you stare at the picture and huffs when he gets to your bag.

You look over to him see he has it open and stares down into it with a disapproving gaze.

"What" you ask.

He looks up at you with a frown. "Nothing it's just," he starts but then hums. "I thought you would have more things."

You scratch the back of your neck in slight discomfort. "I didn't need a lot of stuff and I still don't so don't worry about it."

He shakes his head. "We'll change that soon enough."

It's like he didn't hear a word that you said but you can't bring yourself to fight him. You're hungry and thirsty and you voice that aloud to him.

He pouts as he hums. "We'll get something to eat in a minute. Let me just put your stuff away."

You turn away from the picture you were staring at and face him. "Where are you going to put my stuff?"

"In the closet with mine." He smiles. "I have some extra room in there so it only seems right."

You don't know what to say to that so you go back to snooping around his room. You normally are not like this but you want to get a layout of your prison. Have an idea where things are and have an escape plan if needed.

You walk over to the curtains and peek through them. It's night time so you know every single vampire is active right now. Your eyes roam over what you can see and notice the entire backyard is gated with long black metal rods. It goes on past the house and you note that the front must be gated too. You didn't notice that before and now that you do it leaves you feeling a little defeated.

"Of course," you mumble.

You take the time to look over everything else and notice a garden takes up the majority of the space. You can't tell what flowers they are from this distance but you also notice a bunch of hedges in the shape of a miniature maze. Past it you see the top of something else but can't make out what it is. Lights light up the walkway leading to all of this just like in the front and you have half a mind to check it out. If not later then maybe tomorrow.

"Okay that's that."

Hoseok makes you jump with his overly joyful voice. You were taking in the silence just fine before he reminded you of his presence.

He smiles your way. "Everything has been put away. How about we get something to eat now? Maybe there's still something left over from earlier's dinner. If not we can order something?"

You bite your lip with a shrug.

He doesn't say anything about your suddenly timid attitude but he goes to take your hand in his. You don't try to fight him off but you're clearly nervous. Knowing how trapped you are in here will do that to you.

"Come on."

He leads you out of his bedroom that you guess you'll be sharing with him. That thought alone leaves you feeling sick. Why couldn't you have a room of your own? You question this out loud and it makes Hoseok frown.

"Why would you be alone if we're together? It's only right for couples to stay with each other."

Your brows furrow as you frown. You lick your lips prepared to say something but his grip on your hand tightens.

"Just be aware how utterly alone you are without me here. You might as well accept it."

Your nostrils flare as your eyes widen a fraction for just a second. A second enough for Hoseok to notice before a chilling smile takes over his face.

You look forward and try to ignore the way your heart beats erratically. You truly are trapped.

Hoseok leads you down the stairs and over to the east wing towards the kitchen. He startles a few servants at his sudden entrance but they calm down when they notice who it is, but their curiosity is piqued when they see you.

"Master Hoseok," one of them says. He has a gentle smile towards his Master. "You're back."

"I am," Hoseok smiles. "I came to see if there were any left over food from dinner."

"Of course! We knew you and Masters Jungkook and Seokjin would be back tonight so we saved some for you."

Hoseok nods. "Is there enough for my partner?"

"Partner?" Another asks. She looks confused as she looks between you two.

"Yes I should introduce you." Hoseok holds your hands up to show how they are entwined. "Meet Y/N. She's my lover. We met over at the Baek's. We fell in love and now she's here. She'll be living with us from now on."

Your eyes widen when he said you both were in love. You look over to the servants with a desperate look that catches their attention real quick. They don't say anything but watch as you shake your head subtlety. Not enough to garner Hoseok's attention but theirs alone. One of them smiles though it seems forced as she hesitantly bows towards you.

"Uh um, welcome Lady Y/N. I-It's nice to meet you."

The other three servants follow her movements and bow as well but when they stand up they can see the way your eyes begin to water.

You didn't want this. Not at all.

The air feels awkward then with no one knowing what to do. It's until the first servant that greeted Hoseok in the beginning that everyone begins to move.

"I'm sure there's enough for Lady Y/N. You know we always make enough seeing as Master Jungkook has quite the appetite."

A maid goes to retrieve the refrigerated food. Another gathers plates and glasses and warms up the food.

"You can wait in the dining room, Master Hoseok. We'll bring it out for you two shortly."

Hoseok smiles before leading the two of you off. You give one last glance back towards the servants - a desperate look on your face. They notice it but choose to instead look down or away from you. It breaks your heart.

The two of you enter the next room and you are greeted by a large table. Up close you realize it's made out of black mahogany and it makes you raise a brow. You realize how expensive it must be but don't say a word about. Hoseok picks out a seat for you where you sit down. Shortly after he takes his place next to you and sighs with a smile.

"Our cooks are exceptional so I know you'll enjoy the food."

You only hum in response as you look down at the table. The very expensive table. You know mahogany when you see one and only because you looked up different types of furnishings when you were looking for a desk for yourself. It was an option but too expensive. More than what you could afford despite how much money you saved which is more than likely gone because you doubt Hyung-Won would allow you to access your bank account now. The idea of it just makes you rub your hand over your face in irritation. You brought the card with you anyways but you still doubt it.

"Everything okay, my love?"

You grit your teeth and swallow down your answer. It would have come off rude and you're trying to play it nice right now. You already irritated him once tonight. You don't want to push your luck to see what he would do to you in punishment.

You sigh deeply and give a nod. "I'm just a little tired. The nap in the car wasn't enough."

He hums as he places a hand on the back of your neck to massage. "I imagine. You should try to stay up though. Have your schedule in tandem with mine. Now that we're together I'd like to spend more time with you rather than the few short hours of the day."

You purse your lips but make no room to respond. You won't respond. You just can't.

A few minutes pass by before the doors open and in come in the servants from the kitchen with food and drinks.

Hoseok let's out loud "Oh-ho" in excitement and breathes in the smell of food. Placed before you two is a plate of japchae and on a smaller plate an egg custard. A glass of wine is served as well and it's within more silence do you start to eat your food.

All that's heard are the slurps as you both enjoy your meal. It was very good and you enjoy it to the fullest. From the meat to the vegetables to the noodles - it all tasted fantastic, but you weren't about to let Hoseok know about that.

You don't realize how quiet Hoseok really is at the dinner table with no willing participant is around for conversation. You prefer it though because you really didn't feel like talking.

As soon as you're done your food you start on the custard. The texture is smooth and comes apart deliciously in your mouth. You take a sip of your wine and enjoy it as well but again you won't tell Hoseok that.

Hoseok giggles as he looks your way before wiping his lips. "You left your plate clean."

You grunt.

He giggles again but doesn't say anything else as he begins his dessert. More preferable silence until the doors open up and reveal Lords Seokjin and Jungkook.

"Ah I see you two already made it to the dinner table." Seokjin announces with a smile.

"And we already finished up." Hoseok says.

Seokjin sucks his teeth as Jungkook goes to sit.

"I guess you won't be accompanying us tonight then?"

"You should have come here earlier if that's the case Jwan."

Jwan? Was that his nickname for his brother? You don't realize how close the two are until now as Seokjin let's out an unusual laugh. He takes in the nickname just fine and even returns the favor by calling Hoseok "Hobi."

Hobi? You guess they kept it together - kept it professional in front of your former Masters because they were revealing a side of themselves they haven't before.

"Kooky." Seokjin calls for the youngest's attention.

The young vampire stretches and yawns loudly before answering Seokjin back.

"What?"

"What are you doing after this?"

Jungkook shrugs. "Probably play some games."

"Let's play together. Rock, paper, scissors to see who gets player 1."

"No."

"Ah come on Kooky my little dongsaeng. Don't hurt your brother's feelings like that."

You freeze when you hear a little giggle escape the young one. He was capable of laughing?

"No because if you win you'll never shut up about it. I can play on my own."

"Ya-"

"You guys are so loud." Hoseok laughs.

God everything felt so normal around you and you hated it. How they could bring their walls down and laugh with one another despite holding you hostage. It almost makes you want to scream and cry but you know you have to play it cool because you'll gain nothing from throwing a tantrum.

The men squabble and laugh together like it's nothing until soon enough Seokjin's and Jungkook's dinner comes in. Their eyes light up as it's brought to them and both yours and Hoseok's empty plates are taken away.

Seokjin hums around a mouthful of food before swallowing. "What are you two going to do now?"

He questions you and Hoseok.

"Well I was planning on giving her a tour so that way she doesn't get lost without me around."

A tour? That could actually help you in advantage if given the chance to escape. Clearly it's caught your attention because Seokjin notices the way you perk up. He smiles in your direction before talking to Hoseok.

"I think that's a good idea. Have fun you two!"

You can only hum in response and are quick to stand up along with Hoseok. He seems to notice your determination and it brings a smile to his face.

"Where would you like to start?"

You shrug. "Anywhere really."

"Since we're already down stairs let's start from here then."

You nod as he reaches for your hand. It's the one time you don't frown about it but it's because you're somewhat excited. If you can find a way to escape you might be able to do so with Hoseok's help. He wouldn't know of course but this is your first step.

He pulls you out of the dining room before inhaling deeply to talk. "So you know already this is the dining room and over there is the kitchen. He brings you further down the hall to show you a room without a door.

"This is the playroom. Everything from consoles, PCs, pool, foosball - you name it, we have it."

You look around the room and it looks far different from the one back at your former Masters' home. It looks bigger to help accommodate everything inside. The walls are like an eggplant purple as are a few of the chairs sat around a table. Behind it is a bookcase lined up with a variety of board games. Across from this setup is a long L-shaped, black couch and in front of that is a large screen TV with consoles of every type beneath them in an entertainment center. Much like the one in Hyun-Woo's room it has games lining each side of the TV with a rack of controllers rested on the entertainment center. Behind that are the pool and foosball tables sat right next to each other. Pressed up against the wall are rows of PCs with monitors, a lit up keyboard and mouse along with headphones resting upon their respective stands. Across from that is a doorway that's closed and Hoseok leads you to it to show you what's inside.

"In here," he says as he goes to open it. "Is the theater room."

You look inside to see there's a giant screen that takes up the wall with speakers beneath it and across from them are two rows of recliners with cup holders on the arm rest.

"Some times on a weekend, if we're free, we'll watch a movie together. With you here you're welcomed to join us."

You hum.

He leads you out of the theater and playroom to lead you further down the hall to where you find a sliding door to the outside.

"And this, my love. This leads out to the garden. Would you like to see?"

Before you can properly formulate a verbal answer you nod.

He chuckles at what he perceives to be your enthusiasm before sliding the door open to let the two of you out.

The Summer air has cooled down with the moon out. A soft breeze blows by and along with it comes the sound of rustling foliage. Hoseok continues to lead you down into it from the stone walkway that leads up to the door where you stand. There's no patio like at Hyun-Woo's but a big shade structure that covers over the stone platform. Beneath the structure are gray couches with purple pillows with a glass stand on either side.

You don't get to admire it for long as Hoseok continues to lead you down the walkway. Your path is lit by little lights that are stuck into the grassy ground. It brightens your path enough so you can see all of the beautiful flowers around you. You can see some of them. From climbing trees with branches filled with lilac wisteria, bushes of blue and purple hydrangeas as well as rows upon rows of herbaceous clematis. You can't see what else there is but from what you can see it looks beautiful. All of it does.

"It's beautiful," you wistfully say. You don't know why but it makes you feel sad. Maybe because it reminds you so much of your garden work from back home. Well, what was once your home.

"Hey." Hoseok gently calls for your attention.

You look over to him and he has a sweet smile plastered onto his face. It bothers you so much the way he looks at you. Like he's in love.

"Life is going to be great for you living here. I promise you that."

His hand caresses your face and you have to fight with yourself to not pull away, but your frown is evident. He doesn't say anything about it. Probably assuming it has less to do with him than your change in housing.

He squeezes your hand in what you believe to be his reassurance before he leads you back towards the estate.

"We can explore more of this during the day. Don't want for us to get lost in the maze at night." He winks like he's telling a joke but you don't react to it.

As soon as you both are in he continues the tour. He eventually takes you the library which isn't far from the exit to the garden. You remember what he told you back in your formal home about how much you'll love it. It's spacious with rows upon rows of books. Bookshelves also line the middle of the room and they're filled to the brim with books as well. Your eyes widen at the sight of it all. Hoseok wasn't kidding when he mentioned how expansive the library is. You somewhat recall how he mentioned it was all due to his brother's interest. You wonder if it's any of the ones you met so far.

You walk further into the room to see tables around it with seats and a tall window with a nook and small pillows. It looked like something out of a fairytale and you imagined how nice it would look with the sun pooling in.

Before you could see or say anything though Hoseok pulls on your hand.

"You're welcome to come here whenever you like. For now though let's continue the tour."

You let him drag you away and you think you just might take his word on that. If you're escape fails you'll have a room to hide out in away from him. That's if you can even try to escape. So far you know the entire place is gated. Hopefully that won't put a wrench in your plans.

Hoseok takes you further around the place until he points out a few studies. The doors are closed but he mentions they belong to his brothers.

"There's seven of us and we need our own places to work." He opens the door to his study and shows you what's inside.

It looks like how any study would look. A desk along with small built in bookshelves behind it. The desk is made up of the same black mahogany from the dining room. You briefly wonder if he got it because of that or got the dining room table because of his desk. On top of it is a monitor plugged into his computer. Unlike the playroom his keyboard and mouse don't light up. The chair is a black ergonomic one that'll surely support his back. In the rest of the room is a long black couch to rest on and and a few plushies decorating the floor. You wouldn't have expected him to have something like that but you don't question it.

"You're welcome to rest here when I'm working. I wouldn't mind having your presence around." He raises your hand to kiss the back of it.

You can't help but cringe. You hate how he tries to pamper you with love and affection when you don't want any of it. You have to remind yourself to play it cool because now you're in the lion's den with little ways to escape. He says nothing about your reaction and you hoped it's because he really didn't notice.

He gives a contented sigh before leading you both back into the hall. Once the door is closed he brings you around to go back up the stairs.

"It's not necessary but to avoid you accidentally snooping around where you shouldn't - I'll show you where my brothers' rooms are."

You're silent as he brings you towards the east wing and immediately starts to point the rooms out.

"This one here is Namjoon's room. I've mentioned him before to you. The one that has an interest in books. I don't think he's here right now but when he is I'll introduce him to you."

The next is a few feet away and he points to it as well.

"Here is Yoongi's room. He might be home?" He turns his head in thought before knocking on the door. "He usually is. If not here then maybe in his stu-" Before he can finish the sentence the door opens.

A head full of long hair peeks out as he squints from the lighting in the halls. A face you could only explain as cute looks between you two before he yawns.

"Oh Yoongi!" Hoseok smiles. "I wasn't sure if you were here or in your study. Did I wake you up?"

Yoongi hums as he blinks slowly. "Everything okay?" His voice is deep and raspy from just waking up.

Hoseok nods. "I just wanted to introduce you to someone."

As if just realizing you are there, Yoongi's brow raises in your direction.

"This is Y/N. She'll be living with us from now on."

At that Yoongi's attention snaps back to Hoseok.

"Why," he asks.

"Because," Hoseok starts.

And here it comes, you think.

"She's my lover. We met at the Baek's."

Yoongi's lips part in small confusion before he shakes his head. "Um, okay? Uh congrats I guess?"

Hoseok chuckles. "We should leave you alone to rest up. You must've been working late again, right?"

His brother hums. "It's okay. I woke up a few minutes before you knocked. I just needed an excuse to get up."

"Ah, then I'll leave you to it, bro."

Yoongi hums again before closing the door.

"And that's my brother! The second oldest of us. Seokjin is the oldest."

You don't know what to say to that. You could barely formulate an answer as your brain is still processing that interaction. His brother didn't seem to care to know about the specifics between you and Hoseok. You wonder if he would have known the full truth would he be on Hoseok's side like Seokjin and Jungkook or be against it, but now you'll never know.

Hoseok tugs your hand as he goes further down the hall but on the opposite side.

"This is Taehyung's room. He might be home. Let's see." He knocks on the door and you wait for an answer.

As soon as the door opens your brows raise when you see Jimin instead. He leans up against the door way as he looks you up and down.

"Well hello, beautiful. What brings you here?"

You frown at him as Hoseok grits through his teeth "Knock it off. Where's Taehyung?"

Jimin only smirks before looking over his shoulder.

At the call of his name a tall vampire with fluffy hair walks over. Like a marble statue made in likeness to the gods Taehyung makes his appearance to you and you have to physically stop yourself from gasping.

"Taehyung," Hoseok starts. "This is Y/N. Y/N this is Taehyung. One of our youngest along with Jimin." He grumbles out the latter's name and it only makes Jimin's smile grow wider.

"Oh," Taehyung extends his hand. "Nice to meet you." A boxy smile takes over his features.

"She's Hoseok's girlfriend." Jimin chuckles.

At this Taehyung's brows raise up across his forehead before he looks between you two. Your brows are furrowed and you're clearly feeling uncomfortable while Hoseok looks like the complete opposite.

"I see." It's all Taehyung says but he doesn't question Jimin's words.

You hope it's because he notices that something is wrong about you two but he doesn't say so out loud.

"Well, it's nice to meet you then." He smiles but it doesn't really reach his eyes.

"It's always a pleasure seeing you." Jimin states but all it does is make your frown grow deeper.

Hoseok's grip on your hand tightens before he grumbles out a "See you" to his brothers. He leads you back towards the west wing to show you the rest of the place as Jimin's laugh rings out behind you.

You can tell Hoseok is not in the mood and it makes your heart skip a beat. You don't like it when he's angry because it makes your fear of him all the more evident. He doesn't say anything as you walk away and you follow behind him like a frightened prey. It's as you two are passing that one painting that caught your eye before do you stop walking. Hoseok feels your resistance and he's about to pull on you until he looks back and sees you staring at the picture. He releases your hand as he comes to stand by you as you both take in the painting. You say nothing and wonder if he won't either until his lips part to speak.

"That's my family."

You look at him before looking at the painting again.

You see eight men standing behind five seated women. You recognize Hoseok, Seokjin, Yoongi, Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung but not the other two.

"Who's who," you ask.

"Well you know the ones that you met. This one right here," he points to the man who is just as beautiful as his brothers. "Is Namjoon. He's the one that isn't home right now and this one in the middle is our father."

That explained that but who were the women?

"And the women," you ask. Were they his sisters?

"Those are our mothers."

Your head snaps in his direction - confusion laced into your features. Hoseok laughs at your expression before he goes on to explain.

"Not all of us share the same mother. This one is mine," he points to the woman who you remember seeing in that one photo in his room. The one where Hoseok was a teenager. "This is Seokjin's, Namjoon's, and Taehyung's mother. And this is Yoongi's, Jungkook's and that one is Jimin's.

It never occurred to you that this was a thing. One man and five women in a relationship. Are they still in a relationship? You ask this out loud and Hoseok nods with a hum.

"I know it seems unconventional but they are in love just like we are."

Just like you were? Hoseok wasn't completely deluded you know that. Otherwise he wouldn't fight with you and make you feel desperate and alone if you so much as went against him. It makes you think what he means by that until something sickening clicks within you. He didn't mean...

"Did," you pause before you try to rephrase what you're trying to say. "Were they exactly like us?"

Hoseok laughs. "No, baby. Not like that. What we have is exceptional."

A sigh of relief leaves you at that. So Hoseok was the exception, but just him alone? You feel like something must be off with his brothers. Maybe not all of them but definitely some. Seokjin's and Jungkook's disinterest in wanting to help you out is one.

You look back up at the picture and sigh. You wonder if his parents know their son would turn out like this. With the way his brothers shrug it off you guess they didn't care or they might have done something to make him feel like what he was doing was right because someone as possessive as him - that just doesn't happen over night.

You feel Hoseok's hand come to rest on your lower back.

"Come," he says. "Let's go so I can show you where Seokjin's and Jungkook's rooms are."

"What about Jimin's?" You don't know why you ask about the other vampire that clearly is getting on Hoseok's bad side. You expect him to get angry but he just hums.

"It's actually next to Taehyung's. Just know that. Outside of that stay away from him. All he's capable of doing is causing trouble."

You give a soft "Oh" before he takes you down the hall.

A few feet in he stops at a door and juts his chin towards it. "This is Seokjin's room and the next one over you already know is mine. Across from here though is Jungkook's and the rest of the rooms around here are empty for guests."

Knowing how many of the brothers there are makes you nervous. How would you be able to get out without being noticed? That didn't count the help.

"Where do your servants live?" You needed to know.

"In a campus out back. Much like it is in your formal home."

You hum. "Do any of them live here?"

He shakes his head. "That's the difference between us and the Baek's. So many of us already live here and that's not including when family comes to visit so it's for the best they do not."

You purse your lips in thought. You also have to have an idea of the servants' schedule. So much so that you have to keep an eye out for. It makes you want to sigh in defeat but you don't want to call it quits just yet.

The first thing you'll need to do is check your bank account. See if it's still accessible. You'll need your laptop for that and will have to access it during a time where you're left alone. You don't want Hoseok to know what you're doing and why. Maybe when he's asleep or showering - anything really. So long as he's not over your shoulder.

"What has you thinking so hard, pretty girl?"

His question catches you off guard. You're quick to shake your head no before parting your lips to speak.

"Nothing. I'm just a little out of it that's all."

Hoseok hums as he pulls you into his arms. You grow stiff in his hold as he presses your chests together - his chin resting on your shoulder. You don't know what to do and so your arms hang limply by your sides. He inhales deeply before releasing it all into a sigh. The two of you are like this for a minute or so before he pulls back a little to kiss your neck.

Your body grows even stiffer and you nearly pull back from his hold. He gives you another kiss this one closer to your jaw before he pulls back to stare at you. His eyes are heavy with something unknown to you but you look away in nervousness. His hand comes up to caress your face until he places his fingers and thumb on either side of your face.

"Look at me."

You don't want to but you're afraid of what he might do to you if you don't. Warily, you look into his direction to take in his unreadable expression. His hold on your face is light but you know he's capable of squeezing you and hard. The idea of it makes your eyes water but you don't know if it's because of that or because you haven't blinked.

Hoseok sighs as he angles your head closer to his own. You see him work his jaw before he gives you a barely there smile.

"Welcome home, beautiful."

Your eyes can't stay open any longer and so they close. A single tear makes its way down your face as they open again and Hoseok watches it trail down. He kisses your cheek before pulling back but not far enough. It makes you want to cry but you try to stay strong.

"It's about that time you need your fix, right?"

You haven't even thought about that. You've been so preoccupied with going into survival mode that it slipped your mind. You haven't experienced withdrawals yet but you suspect it's either out of pure luck or because you're adrenaline is at an all time high and you barely felt the withdrawals because of it.

Hoseok questioningly hums and it's then you realize he wants to hear your answer. You lick your lips and he watches the action. Your throat suddenly feels parched as you try to swallow your spit. The gulp is loud but it does nothing to moisturize your throat. Your eyes begin to water again but this time out of helplessness.

You didn't want to go through those painful withdrawals again. Never ever again and so you do what you can only do. You nod pathetically.

Hoseok smiles at your response and leans his head in to yours until your lips touch. The kiss on your end is hesitant and it takes his tongue to peek through to make you open your mouth. With more hesitancy do you part your teeth to allow his tongue to touch your own and it's then do you feel it. That blissful feeling that has you pulling him in for more.

Oh how low you have fallen.

[triplesilverstar]

Day 26

Rating: Explicit 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Frankenstein Livio X F!Reader 

CW:  First time, oral sex, fingering, teaching how to have sex

Word count: 2028

A/N: Day 26, On his way home Livio saw a couple getting lucky in their back yard. Now he wants to try it with you.

When you first saw him you almost screamed, the surgical scars dotted along his body in random places. Yet those golden eyes had drawn you in, the scarred tissue over his left eye making it seem like it was the center of a sunburst and you were pulled in. 

As time passed you found Livio to be a gentle creature who just had a frightening countenance, one that his clothes didn’t help with. The sleek black leather that covered most of his body, the metal pins appearing to be part of the coat but were really pieces used to keep his body fused together. 

The skull mask covering most of his face didn’t help either, but over time you found him to be a sweet man-made killing machine from spare parts. Sure he could crush most skulls in his hands but who didn’t want a man like that hanging around their home, it was a great deterrent to anyone planning to break in. 

But as your relationship grew, the gentle giant would ask you questions you had no idea how to answer. Today’s left you a blushing furious mess, as he looked at you with that neutral face and golden eyes. “What would the couple down the road be doing on their back deck with his head between her thighs and her pants off?” 

Water flew from your nose at his candid question as you pounded on your chest to try and keep yourself from choking. Gasping as you looked at him, and the curiosity clear on the visible portions of his face. “It’s something couples do Livio.” Hoping he’ll leave it at that. 

No such luck. “We’re a couple. Why don’t we do that?” If it was possible to go any redder you would have. Yes. You and the created man were a couple because he had simply said one day you were. You had never done anything sexual in nature, hell the most you had done was hold his hand and kiss his knuckles. 

If you knew the couple down the road as well as you thought you did, you were pretty sure one of them was being eaten out by the other. Which was something you really didn’t want to explain to Livio. “It’s something more intimate couples do. To bring them closer.” 

“Then I want that.” Fuck. 

That had backfired in your face gloriously. Rubbing at your eyes as you look at him, the look in his eyes is one that states ‘I want what they have’ because Livio hadn’t grown up like most since he was made from parts of the dead. You’d told him when he first started living with you, that you’d do the best you could to help him experience a real life when he wasn’t off causing murder and mayhem at his master's beck and call. This… Fell into that category. 

“How about we talk about this after supper, I’m going to have to walk you through it and I need a clear head for it.” Standing from your small table and heading outside for a short stroll. Trying to rack your brain for a way to explain what sex, and then oral sex were to your partner. 

Walking around the garden an idea comes to you, that you hope works out far better than your first one at brushing him off had gone. Once the plates were cleaned away you found yourself taking Livio’s large hand in yours and bringing him to your smaller living room. 

“Livio. What you saw today was something that happens between partners that care about each other very much.” You aren’t telling him random strangers do it for fun, that would just make this even harder for a first-time explanation. “It has lots of ins and outs, and it’s about making the other feel good.” 

Watching him nod you keep going. “Like when I press my lips to your hands. People do that to each’s lips and other parts, that’s what you saw today they were kissing parts between their legs to help others feel good.” Why the hell do you feel so awkward trying to explain this to a man who can crush you in one hand it’s just oral sex, and suddenly you picture your head between his thighs being crushed.  

It shouldn’t have made you feel as aroused as it did.

Swallowing as he nods again, and you think you see a flicker of understanding in his eyes. “So I just need to kiss between your legs to make you feel good?” 

The basic concept, yes? “Well yes and no, there’s a lot more to it than that. Like where you kiss, if there are clothes in the way. How someone might feel down there. Not everyone likes the same things.” Keeping your voice soft as you try to explain it without making him feel like an idiot.  

“Can we try it?” That you had been expecting sending him a shy smile, as you reach out and cup his cheek. 

“Of course, I thought I could go first so you had an idea what you should do.” Closing the distance and pressing your lips against his with your eyes slowly closing. Movement gentle as you brush against him, just close enough for light pressure and sharing the same breath to see what he thinks of it before pressing harder. A noise of confusion left him. 

“That’s how I should kiss between your legs?” You almost look to the ceiling, this is going to take a while to explain for sure. 

“No Livio that’s just kissing, lets get your pants undone and I’ll show you.” Might as well skip what would be the starting stuff for most people and just get right to sucking him off.

“No.” Huh?

“No Baby?” You’re even more confused now, didn’t he want to try this earlier? If he wants to stop though you have no problem with that, it also makes things a little easier since you don’t have to explain more. 

“I want to do it to you.” And you feel your shoulders drop, rubbing your heel against your eyes. 

“Livio, sweetie. You’ve never done it before and you could hurt me.” Maybe trying to point it out to him that way will help you. 

“Then tell me what to do.” Finally looking at him and the way his golden eyes are staring into yours, you relent. 

“Ok, it might be more comfortable for you to get on the floor.” Fingers reaching down you unsnap your pants and stand up, pausing for a moment and deciding screw it taking your pants and underwear both down in one go. Maybe once you don’t feel as awkward you can try again for a more natural progression. 

Settling on the couch you gesture to the space between your legs on the floor and watch Livio sit there, still staring up at you with rapt attention. “Give me your hand.” As he does you take the far larger hand and use your own to guide his. “This is my pussy.” The words bring a blush to your face as you guide his wider digits around your sex. “It’s what you’ll kiss to make me feel good.” 

This is not what you had been expecting to do tonight, give Livio a sex lesson, and hope you don’t need to explain why your parts are different than his. Keeping your eyes on him as his are trained on the area between your thighs you lick your lips as you use his fingers to fondle your folds. “This is part of it, see how light I touch?” Odd as this is, feeling the rougher pads against your sex is already making a warmth start to form in your belly.

“This doesn’t look like what they were doing.” A gentle huff from Livio and you smile, using your hand to push one of his fingers into your core to gather some of the wetness you can feel forming there. 

“No, but we’re getting there Baby. That wetness you feel inside me means I’m starting to feel good.” It feels strange to be fingering yourself with one of his fingers but it definitely feels better than it does with just your own smaller digits. His so much thicker and reaches deeper inside your walls.

After a few more pumps inside of your cunt you remove his finger and your own holding them up to his lips. “Have a taste before we go much farther.” A small voice at the back of your head hoping he doesn’t like the taste so it ends this lesson. 

A quick lick of his tongue and he hums. “I like it.” Well fuck. In that case you might as well get this over with. 

“Ok. Well. What you saw today was a mix of that couple using their fingers and their tongue like they’re licking an ice cream. Do you wanna try it?” At his nod you let out a long exhale, licking your lips. “Ok. Just know if I ask you to stop, I need you to stop right away ok?” 

Another nod from him before he’s moving closer, one of his hands moving along your core the way you had moved his fingers. Moaning a little as he traces the outside of your pussy lips before dipping his finger inside your tight heat, watching your walls flex around the intrusion. Enjoying the soft noises coming from you and moving closer, so his nose is just below your clit licking a hard strip along your slit.  Gasping as he does and your clit throbs, damn you hadn’t expected him to cover your entire pussy with his wide tongue. Noticing your reaction Livio does it again, taking note of the way your cunt quivers and it makes a part of him start to feel warm. The edges of his skull mask and strap rubbing against your side, so cold compared to the rest of your skin and his make you shiver ever so slightly. After a third swipe, he hears you make a noise that is similar to the one he heard earlier, feeling like he was finally getting somewhere. 

You’re certainly cozy with his actions so far, but it’s not fair to leave him just licking you when you can walk him through parts of it. “Livio. Move your finger too.” As soon as the words are out of your mouth he starts twisting it inside your walls, and you swallow the lump that formed in your throat. For not knowing what he was doing he sure was doing a damn good job getting you close to having an orgasm. “You can move it in and out too, Baby.” He’s an adept listener following your directions right away, pumping his digit in and out of you and still licking your slit. “Yea” sighing as he hits something deep inside you just right all thought leaves your head. Moaning as he keeps going and hits that spot again, blinking quickly as you try to suck more air into your lungs except that fire in your belly wants to burn you alive. “Add a finger” whining as his two fingers fill you more than your four fingers do. 

Livio is watching you intently, still licking at you while his fingers are deep in your slick core noticing the pulsing of your darkening flesh. You hadn’t told him anything about that part of you but from the way it’s reacting as he works you he moves his head forward and gives it a lick. 

The noise you make has him preening, feeling your walls flutter around his fingers and looking upwards he has a front row view of you going slack jawed and your head tilting back to hit the headrest. A line of drool flowing from the corner of your mouth. “Can I keep going?” 

You grin, still fuzzy and reach out to wrap your fingers around his. “Give me a bit to recover Baby. Then you can go again.” Go again he does, right until morning until he finally stops tucking you into his side on the floor.  

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[kariachi]

Okay, part of the problem with the cutscenes in USUM is that so many of them just, aren't necessary.

For instance, most recent part I've played, let's look at how the Aether Foundation and Malie City go.

Aether Foundation is introduced in a cutscene

You get a max 30 second break to run around a small area with nothing to do

Then you get another cutscene where you meet Lusamine

Then a quick battle with Nihilego

Then another long cutscene comprising of leaving Aether and the ferry ride to Ula'Ula

Theh another to introduce Malie City and remind you to go to Malie Garden

Hit up the pokemon center, it and the docks being the only thing before Mali Garden

Walk four steps and get waylaid by Hau for a battle and reminder to hit up Malie Garden

Don't bother trying to walk passed it- Lillie will stop you and remind you to go to Malie Garden

Get a cutscene as you enter Malie Garden

Get to run around a little bit, do some exploring, until you come across Kukui

Another cutscene that's functionally just 'we saw an Ultra Beast!' 'Cool! Go down Route 10 and do your next trial!'

Leave Malie Garden and run directly into a scene with Lillie who says she's going to the library

Freedom! You can explore the city as long as you don't get too close to the library entrance, and maybe even go onto Route 11 I didn't try it

Still though, Route 12 is closed off until you finish your next trial and 11 is short so the only other way to go is Route 10

Try and you will be stopped until you finish the Lillie stuff

Go to the library and you immediately get a cutscene that exists only to go 'btw Hapu is here too and might help Lillie, some other time'

In the library, a cutscene and then a brief moment of getting to walk around

Another cutscene

Finally get actual freedom to leave the town and do whatever- at least until you get to the end of Route 10 where Kukui arrives to go 'pokemon league *winkwink*' and escort you onto the damn bus to the next trial

It's ridiculous. And entirely unnecessary. You could literally cut out the entire thing with Malie Garden and it would change nothing except having less railroading and cutscenes. It doesn't do anything for you, the game's not about to let you miss the next trial, you literally can't go anywhere else without backtracking. And having multiple little cuts there for the Lillie stuff is just- Again, you don't need it.

Just, have your team heal at the end of the Aether cutscenes. Hau challenges you when you arrive in Malie City. Cut the whole Malie Garden deal. That frees up a bit of breathing space. Put Lillie a little farther up the road, so players can notice and go to investigate the Garden themselves if they'd like without being drawn into her stuff damn near off the bat.

When you trigger her scene she asks about her mom, then notes that she hit a clothes shop up the road and got a new outfit, though she can't see herself wearing it (a statement that especially so soon after meeting Lusamine and with so little between them would put a pin in player's heads). She tells you she's planning to hit up the library, and hopes she'll be able to find it on her own before heading off.

Look at that! With just that we've cut out a good three cutscenes! And a roadblock! Then you can have Lillie's library stuff trigger when you enter the library, with her noting that she got lost on her way there but a nice lady with a Mudsdale showed her where to go. This cuts out another cutscene. If you really want to open shit up, you could allow the player to just rush right up Route 10, since the path back from the trial drops you back in Malie City right next to the library anyway.

Without the Malie Garden stuff, you can cut that bit of Kukui faff at the end of Route 10, instead giving him just the whole League monologue at the top of the mountain. Instead, if you have to get him informed of the Wormhole stuff you see, you can add that to the stuff that comes after the trial, which I fucking hope is not as much a slog as all this shit- it has been a while. It would still be annoying but less so.

And bam! You open up and lift the weight off a whole portion of the game that feels bogged down! It would be less work even, aside from possibly putting in some code to trigger the Rotomdex to go 'oh hey isn't that the library Lillie wanted to visit the first time you enter Malie City from that direction if you haven't already met up with her. But for some reason I doubt that's that much more effort than putting together four extra cutscenes and two roadblocks.

[chiskz]

《 FIREWELL - STRAY KIDS' 1ST DIGITAL EP 》

♡𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @alyszaen , @smh-anon , @neohyxn , @stealanity , @alixnsuperstxr , @kimcheon-sa , @hafsa-hoofsa-heefs , @qtnoaly

♡ 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝟏. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐔𝐬 (𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈, 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧)

Lyrics by Changbin (3RACHA), CHICHI

Composed by Changbin (3RACHA)

Arranged by Bang Chan (3RACHA)

Length: 3:09

𝟐. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐚𝐲 (𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐇𝐀𝐍)

Lyrics by HAN (3RACHA), Lee Know

Composed by HAN (3RACHA), Bang Chan (3RACHA)

Arranged by Bang Chan (3RACHA)

Length: 2:58

𝟑. 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 (𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧, 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱, 𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧)

Lyrics by Bang Chan (3RACHA), Felix, Seungmin

Composed by Bang Chan (3RACHA), Seungmin, VERSACHOI

Arranged by VERSACHOI, Bang Chan (3RACHA)

Length: 3:17

𝟒. 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 (𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧, 𝐈.𝐍)

Lyrics by Hyunjin, I.N

Composed by Hyunjin, CHICHI, Bang Chan (3RACHA)

Arranged by Bang Chan (3RACHA)

Length: 3:22

𝟓. 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥

Lyrics by Bang Chan (3RACHA), Changbin (3RACHA), HAN (3RACHA)

Composed by Bang Chan (3RACHA), Changbin (3RACHA), HAN (3RACHA), DallasK

Arranged by DallasK, Bang Chan (3RACHA)

Length: 3:04

♡ 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋

1. The Light Above Us

I can't explain it. Sometimes I don't know where to go. Fortunately, you are like a star. You watch over me and guide me... Forever and always.

Changbin once again proves how much fun he has with music. An energetic yet nostalgic sounding ballad with fast rap parts sounds impossible? Not for "The Light Above Us" from this extraordinary duo - CHICHI and Changbin!

2. That's What You Say

With time it will get easier, with time it will be lighter. In time I will come to terms with all this, even if it is impossible now. Well... at least that's what you say.

Do you long for the memory of summer, the warmth of the sun and nostalgic conversations with friends over a flavored beer at a plastic table in the garden? Lee Know and HAN come to the rescue with their light, country-inspired song with a deep message.

3. FORBIDDEN ROUTES

Don't go there? Don't do it? Don't say it? Wear something else? Now I want to do it even more, thank you for giving me the courage. What? What can I do about always being drawn to forbidden routes?

From the amazing trio of Bang Chan, Felix, and Seungmin, you can expect nothing less than a song that will stuck in your head for a long time. The phonk sound with a pinch of Stray Kids' signature ODDINARY album sounds will make you want nothing more than to stand up to everything and everyone around you just to be yourself.

4. Promise

Among all these people I see only you and I will always be able to find only you. Maybe because you are the one I am always looking for? Please, always look for me with your eyes the same way as I do. Let this be our promise.

This song from Hyunjin and I.N has only seemingly innocent lyrics. The sweet melody gradually turns into almost orchestral music filled with suffering. "Promise" is a veritable rollercoaster of emotions that perfectly describes the state of longing for someone who was never ours.

5. Firewell

The fire is burning, you can't do anything about it anymore. I am here, holding your hand, but the fire will not stop. We can only watch until we find ourselves in the flames. Only then will there be a farewell to the past.

Accepting ourselves and trying to be the best version of ourselves at the same time are values that Stray Kids have been teaching us for a long time. Sometimes the healthiest thing we can do for ourselves is to break with the past, but we can't completely forget it either, because it's what shaped us - that's what Stray Kids talk about in this lively song, in which an electric guitar takes center stage for the first time. Also once again, we get the great wordplay of combining Fire with Farewell - fire plays a key role in the song when saying a symbolic goodbye to the past.

[[ descriptions come from a music critic who has already been able to listen to the album! ]]

♡ 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐭

♡ 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚

chichi and changbin wrote their song while staying in tokyo last year.

minho and jisung's song was supposed to be jisung's solo at the beginning, but he felt bad singing it alone.

forbidden routes was supposed to be on ODDINARY album, but didn't end up there in the end (hence the similar musical vibe).

hyunjin and jeongin are the only ones who wrote a unit song specially for the album. they wrote it in one night.

firewell was written by 3RACHA at a similar time to The Sound and was originally intended to be in Japanese.

there is a physical version of the album, but it can only be purchased by fanclub members.

chichi participated in composing Promise when Hyunjin asked her to - this is because his favorite song from MEMBER BRANDING is dans l'obscurité

♡ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐭

[leqclerc]

Deep down I would still really love seeing charles winning in ferrari instead of changing teams, but it doesn't feel like there's any hope honestly.

like, before was "next year is our year" but now even next year already seems doomed

https://twitter.com/FUnoAT/status/1667556319463702533?t=W3fsCNE2itVZqVKqw1AGbg&s=19

Oh no gang 🤐 I remember seeing a tweet or something saying June is likely going to be crunch time at Ferrari when it comes to preparation for 2024. I know Fred's been trying to poach staff where he can, especially engineers, and I know some of them have been released/are due to finish their gardening period soon, but there have also been setbacks, and ultimately I don't think he ended up getting the guys he was after, certainly not all of them. I'm really hoping next year's project is a step in the right direction, but there's no denying they're in a difficult place right now so it could really go either way. With how strong (and most importantly stable) Red Bull's situation looks, with Aston's facilities and upgrade packages, and with Mercedes seemingly starting to steer the ship in the right direction once again, Ferrari are definitely on the back foot.

Also, being in the middle of a little nostalgia fest right now and looking back at content from 2019, particularly the interviews and longer feature docus centered around Charles... a lot of the magic of the time stemmed from the fact that he was so young and on the rise. I mean, his second year in F1 overall and his debut season in Ferrari and he already showed so much promise and talent and determination. I think he was really this injection of new youthful energy into the team, into the Tifosi as a whole (even Seb called this "new beginning" with Charles joining the team one of the best moments of his Ferrari career, which is huge). Up to that point Ferrari had generally banked on established drivers, often champions. And here's a young hotshot who doesn't yet know the taste of winning and has this fervent desire to experience it in red. He had a clear goal in sight and he pursued it relentlessly, even if it meant getting caught up in questionable on-track situations. There was maybe a bit of naivety in that, but also a lot of boldness and tenacity that can only come from being young and wanting to prove yourself. Add to that a dash of his penchant for self-criticism, and you can totally see why the world was so swept up in the rookie Ferrari driver's story, why he became the main subject of character study fics at the time. It was fascinating. Like, sometimes, more than anything, I would just love to be able to go back and experience all of that again, just live in that brief moment in time when it really seemed like the only way is up and things can only get better.

But now we're halfway through 2023. 2019 was, somehow, unbelievably, already four years ago. And the story that was supposed to be filled with success and victories has been marred by misfortune and subpar machinery. Now he's no longer a 21-year old sensation winning in Monza, but just another title-less driver in their 20s trying to do the best with what they've got. His career has pretty much stalled and he's being increasingly criticized more than he's being praised (not that he escaped criticism in 2019-20, far from it, but there's a little bit of leniency to be found when someone's young and starting out, or when they can respond to this criticism with a win because the facilities are there). From being called the "Vettel Slayer" or whatever, to being ranked on par with or even below Carlos. What was once an engrossing clash of young generational talents (Silverstone 2019, anyone?) has become a completely unfair, skewed comparison that is ultimately used to portray Charles in a negative light. So the whole thing has lost its shine a bit, and what started out as a journey full of hope and potential is now increasingly turning into a drawn-out tragicomedy.

And obviously the disappointing, frustrating thing is that it's largely down to circumstance and whatever the hell is going on internally within that team that's preventing them from performing at their best. The stats are bleak, and it's so frustrating to know that the results table on Wikipedia or any other site aren't a genuine reflection of his talent and abilities, but they're ultimately what people remember and choose to base their perception of a driver on. Objectively he's still young and he can still go far, but equally, this sport can be ruthless and cruel and success is hard to reach if the stars don't align. Statistically speaking, he's got about ten years left in his career as a full-time driver, give or take. Fernando's more of an exception than the rule, and there's even less Lewises out there (having his most successful run in his 30s, so in the back half of his career.) Then again, even if the Mercedes stint had completely not worked out for him, he still wouldn't be going home empty-handed, because he was already crowned champion once before he joined. I think that frees you up, mentally and otherwise, to focus on other pursuits. Crossing that threshold and getting your first championship is always the hardest step. The thought of Charles never finding out what that feels like and being left to wonder what could have been is really hard to take. :/

[sleepyfangirl18]

Random thought about who V (in the movie) is.

This may have been discussed already and I just haven't seen it. It seems the most popular theory is that V is Valerie. But if V is someone we were introduced to and not some random, unknown character (which I've thought ever since I saw the movie in theaters), then I think Ruth makes sense.

I came to this conclusion because when V came for Dr. Delia she told him that she received one of his flowers, a Scarlet Carson, earlier. And in Valerie's letter, she said that Ruth grew Scarlet Carsons for her. How did Dr. Delia know the Scarlet Carson was V's flower? We never saw what happened to Ruth after she was taken but we did see that Valerie was kept in a similar room as Evey. Maybe Ruth had some kind of gardening role in the detention center before the experimentation?

Also, in her letter Valerie said she was going to die in there and seemed to be barely holding on to life. And we saw her body getting thrown in the pile with all the others who died. But Dr. Delia said the person in room V was responding differently than everyone else, getting stronger, faster, etc.

This also fits with Evey saying that V was getting back at them for what they did to Valerie. And can you imagine? If that was how Ruth found out Valerie died?! Ruth was taken when she was out getting groceries and they hadn't crossed paths in the detention center (I'm assuming they didn't since Valerie didn't mention it in the letter). So she had no idea what happened to Valerie, and then she gets the letter from someone else who was just passing it along to bring hope to another prisoner.

It also explains the shrine V had to Valerie, which was filled with Scarlet Carsons. Seems like something Ruth would do, if she survived and Valerie did not.

And it makes sense why V would be drawn to the letter V.

Just a thought ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[tessiete]

Either of this for Korkie and Obi-wan pretty please? 👁

• ansare - to hardly breathe, to be out of breath

• selcouth - unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet wonderful

@featheredmoonwings Look! Look! I did it! It took me ages, but I did it! I...I do feel as though each attempt is getting better though I think ultimately the take away from the end of this is not quuuuuuite as clear, or as focused as I intended. Still, I think what I meant is *in* there. I'm trying!

Anyway, all that said, thank you for the lovely prompt! I had a lot of fun with this one. I hope you enjoy it <3

selcouth

He’s in the dining hall, fork halfway to his mouth, when his aunt comms him asking if he’d like to come with her to Coruscant. Later, he’ll wonder if there’s a catch, some sort of agreement lying in wait he’ll have to adhere to. He’s missing class to go. Perhaps she’s arranged some extra assignment, or a supplementary report to be handed in upon his return. Maybe there’s a junior delegation he’ll be required to join to justify his attendance. Or maybe he’s meant to act as her personal aide, standing silent and attentive in every meeting.

It doesn’t matter. He says yes. He’d agree to anything, he wants to go so badly.

“What do you think you’ll do there?” asks Lagos. Her envy is so potent he can practically feel it curling the ends of his hair with its heat. 

He throws her an infuriating smirk – the kind he knows she hates. “I don’t know,” he says. “Probably meet a lot of important people. Emperors. Queens. Maybe even a Jedi. Maybe –” he catches himself. “Maybe I’ll send you some holos so you won’t feel left out.”

Lagos tuts, and crosses her arms but promises to water his daesyn while he’s gone. He takes his databank, his pad, and – almost as an afterthought – he grabs the little paper book on botany from beneath his pillow. Just because…well, somehow it feels wrong to go without it. 

This is silly because on Coruscant, the person who gave it to him will be closer than ever.

–

“Do you think we’ll have time to go to the Cala Brin Gardens?” he asks his aunt. Coruscant looms in the viewport, and they’ve received their docking permits. Only a few more minutes before they’re breaking atmosphere, and Korkie can contain his enthusiasm no longer.

“If you like,” she replies, smiling.

“And the Galactic City Library? Or maybe the Shrine of the Laughing Goddess? I know that’s on the other side of the planet, but I read they’ve put in those vactracks now that make the magna-trains look like a fathier-drawn carriages.”

“They’re not quite that fast.”

“Faster,” he says. “Do you think we can go to the Temple?”

His aunt frowns. “The Temple?”

“The Jedi Grand Temple. I checked – it’s open to the public. At least, parts of it are. The Archives, apparently, and they’ve got a gallery of relics –”

“Korkie –”

“They’re open to the public, so anyone can go. It wouldn’t mean anything.” He can feel how his aunt withdraws like a physical thing against his skin, like the bristles of a brush bending back. “It doesn’t have to mean anything. Anyone can go.”

She waits to speak until there is nothing left on her tongue but denial. “I don’t think that would be wise.”

Korkie feels his own upset eating out the center of his chest like acid, filling his mouth with a sharp and bitter taste. “Then what was the point of coming here at all?”

–

She takes him to the opera. He toggles through the list of languages on the babble-deck until Stewjoni comes up. The letters are strange and he can’t read them, but through the headset provided, he can hear the music translated into this foreign tongue. 

He takes the botany book to the Gardens. His aunt takes him on a path that meanders through a thicket of trees before opening into a wide meadow dotted with thousands of little white flowers like stars in the night sky. She points out a clutch of Mandalorian peace lilies growing in a grove of galek trees. He’s seen one of those before in the Civic Center, but never so many together. On their way out, one of the little star flowers drops into his path.  When no one is looking, he picks it up and presses it between the pages of his book, hoping that the nectar won’t stain the ancient paper leaves.

At the Galactic City Library, the librarians there tell him not to worry! There is even more to be found here than in the Jedi Archives. But he knows that is impossible. The library could be as big as the planet itself, and it still wouldn’t hold what Korkie is looking for.

They pass by platoons of clone soldiers on their way back to their hired speeder. Korkie can’t help but be fascinated by their presence. He’s looked at his own face and seen his aunt in it. He has her nose, he knows, and her mouth. But he wonders what it’s like at someone else and see your reflection. 

“Don’t stare, Korkie,” his aunt chides. “Now come quickly, before we miss our afternoon sup. I promised you little cakes!”

The soldiers disappear, and Korkie turns back to his aunt, eyes gleaming.

“You did, indeed!” he says, and they take of racing to see who makes it to the speeder first.

Most mornings, though, his aunt goes to work at the Senate building. Korkie goes with her. They have breakfast in her office, and she regales him with stories he’s never heard before about her university days in the city, or anecdotes about the most ridiculous stunts pulled in the Convocation Chamber, or what she thinks he positively has to see while he’s here. Afterwards, she holds private conference hours out of her own office. Initially, Korkie had worried that he’d have to attend these, too. Perhaps these sessions were the catch and he’d be expected to observe and report back.

But no. Instead, his aunt hands him a chit full of credits, assigns a Protector and an aide, and sends him off to explore the city. Sometimes he’ll glance at her itinerary before he goes, though he rarely recognises any of the names. This makes sense. After all, her friends tend to visit after hours. What he does recognise is the frequency of delegates and diplomats making appointments with military titles.

“We are at war, kairkiyc,” his aunt reminds him gently when he points this out.

“Well, the Republic maybe,” he says. “But we aren’t.”

Mandalore is neutral. Mandalore is safe. While these captains and generals bow and scrape, he remembers how his aunt stood in front of her own parliament on Commemoration Day two years ago. The Republic had just declared its intentions against the Separatist faction while the Duchess recited her Names of the Fallen, and promised her people never again. 

“Let’s keep it that way, shall we?” Her voice is light, and her smile is wide and clear as she welcomes the next soldier into her office.

Korkie leaves, his freedom settling easily upon his shoulders. The day is bright, and the city of Coruscant is vast. There is no limit to the things he might do. He might go see a holoflick, or visit a gaming lounge. He meanders the shopping district, and tries on suits in the modern styles of distant stars. He overindulges on glass pearls in the heart of the culinary district, and then later throws them all up after spending the afternoon at a theme park that has a coaster with a drop of three city levels. He skirts the edge of every district that surrounds the Temple, but his aunt’s caution nags at him and so he keeps his distance. Close, but never touching. It wouldn’t do to draw suspicion, and he is never without eyes on him. The aide keeps time so that he gets back to the Senate before dark. The Protector follows behind.

–

Once the sun sets and the work of the day has been put to rest like a recalcitrant child, his aunt receives more welcome visitors to her offices.

Senator Organa, he knows. He has been to Mandalore before, and though Korkie is endlessly curious and eager to see the wider galaxy, and though he appreciates the insight into the mechanisms of governance, he can’t help but feel relief at the sight of a familiar face here on this strange world.

The senator passes Korkie a small parcel of Alderaanian candy. A label reads sweets for the sweet in his wife’s hand. Korkie grimaces. It seems Her Majesty The Queen still thinks him three years old and unblooded. But after the first bite of licorice kangan he forgives her.

“So! Is the seat of galactic democracy everything you thought it’d be?” Organa asks.

“There’s a lot more paperwork than I imagined,” Korkie says, mouth full.

Organa chuckles.  “Tell me about it.”

Korkie likes Organa. He likes how he carries himself. He likes the easiness of his laughter and the flexibility of his good humor. He likes how Organa listens to his opinions on things without interruption, and without throwing indulgent looks in his aunt’s direction. He likes that he drives his speeder with the roof down, even at the height of Coruscant traffic. He likes that he doesn’t tell him to sit back when he leans over the side to see how far down the city levels go. He likes that on their way back to his aunt’s apartments near the Senate, he slows down and points out the Jedi Temple as if it is a new thing and not something Korkie has thought about or imagined a million times. Korkie lets him believe this.

“That’s the Processional Way,” Bail says, pointing at a long mall lined by ancient stone figures. “That’s the route a Jedi takes the day before he’s knighted. Then, they climb the spire to spend a night meditation. Do you know anything about the Jedi?”

“A bit,” Korkie says, leaning over the door to get a better look. Temple airspace is restricted, but he can see the tiny flecks of shadow walking up and down the path. He imagines what it must be like to walk it. The sound of his feet against the stone. The swirl of robes brushing the back of his calves. The wind spilling over the towers and flowing along the concourse like a river. The weight of a sabre at his hip. The brush of the Force at his fingertips. “Do you?”

“Can anyone ever know the Jedi?” Bail chuckles.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, in my experience, they’re never quite what you expect.”

“Have you ever met one?”

Bail laughs. “Oh, I’ve met many.”

“I met one,” he says, looking back over his shoulder with great authority. “Ahsoka Tano. Though she was just a Padawan, I suppose. And I – Do you know Master Kenobi? I met him once, too.”

“Master Kenobi, of course,” says Bail. “One of my good friends. You’ll never meet a better Jedi than him. Or a better man.”

“He’s not what you expect?”

Bail laughs. “No,” he says. “He’s better.”

The Temple glistens gold in the sunset.

–

Garm Bel Iblis is easygoing and free with his laughter, too, but even so, he frightens Korkie. There’s just something about him that seems dangerous as if even his joy must be held in check. But his aunt assures him he’s harmless. 

“As harmless as a tooka in a toko nest,” Korkie mutters.

His aunt laughs, and gets out her best bottle of tihaar, cracking it open at the same moment Bel Iblis lets himself into her rooms. Garm has come for a visit three times in the last week. Always, he has exceptional timing, and he never turns down a drink. Usually, Korkie joins them with a frizzpop or a tea, letting the tide of their conversation roll in and out, and drag on and on. But this time, when he sees the two tumblers Satine has set out he winks at Korkie and tells her she might as well get another.

“How old are you, kid? Man enough, I’d say. Your Honorable Grace, we ought to raise a toast to your nephew’s first trip to the Core.”

“I’ve been to Alderaan before,” Korkie protests.

Garm claps him on the arm. “Coruscant ain’t Alderaan. Come on, Satine, let the kid have a drink.”

Shockingly, his aunt agrees. 

He sits with the alcohol cradled in his hands, sipping when his aunt takes a sip, and when he’s finished, Garm laughs and says, “Better keep an eye on the boy, Satine. No one’s that stoic if it’s really their first taste of tihaar.”

Korkie ducks his head as his cheeks flush, the heat of the alcohol only heightening the heat of his embarrassment. He coughs, but it’s clear the deception comes far too late – it serves no other purpose than to send Garm into a bout of raucous laughter.

His aunt hums speculatively as Korkie turns his glass over in his hands.

“Would anyone like a drink of water?” he asks. 

“No, but you can bring the bottle if you’re going to the cold box.” Garm shakes his tumbler, rattling the ice cubes that have yet to melt.

Korkie rolls his eyes but obeys. The tihaar has left a sweet-sour taste on his tongue that reminds him of school, and of his guilt. He pours some water into his empty glass and downs it before refilling it again. Behind him, he can hear snatches of a conversation about people he doesn’t know going places he’s never been.

“I saw Amidala on my way up,” says Garm. “She mentioned dinner plans. You’ve been dithering about for two weeks. Can I assume this is your true reason for being here?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Senator. I came for work – though I don’t expect you to have much understanding of that, either.”

Garm laughs again, warm and comfortable. “The best business is done over drinks,” he says.

“Then I suppose Padme is taking your lesson to heart.”

“You and I both know that dinner isn’t drinks. It’s something else.”

“A coincidence.”

“Good,” he says. Korkie hears the sound of the glass hitting the table as it’s set aside. “Then I’ll take it to mean if I were to ask you now, you’d be free tonight?

Korkie grasps the bottle of tihaar by the neck and turns back to see Garm sprawled out with his legs spread and his arms folded behind his head. His aunt laughs softly, hesitating on the edge of an answer. 

“I –”

But Korkie gets there first.

“A top up, Senator?” Korkie asks, holding the bottle out towards Garm’s glass.

Garm smirks, looking from Korkie and back to his aunt. 

“Yeah,” he says. “I didn’t think so.”

–

The next night, he gets dressed in a fine set of twill trousers and a cross-cut tunic that’s so popular in Sundari these days. He combs back his hair, and pats it down until it lies flat and orderly, parted to the side.

His aunt comes in dressed in shimmersilk. She stops short, her gaze meeting his in the mirror. Though beautiful, she looks pale, her mouth drawn and discontent drawing a line between her brows. In her hands, she holds a battered travel cloak. 

“I thought we were going to Mozca’s for dinner,” he says.

She crosses the room, pressing the cloak into his hands then raking her fingers through his hair, mussing it up.

“Hey –!”

“I am going to Mozca’s,” she says, stepping back and looking him over. He tries to sweep his hair back but it refuses to stay in place now that it’s been set free. “I am going to Mozca’s. You are not.”

“What? Why?”

She turns on her heel and hurries out of the fresher, throwing on a much more fashionable cloak over her gown. He follows after her, all confusion.

“Auntie, if this is because of the tihaar, I swear it was one drink. And it was Tav’s graduation! That was practically a year ago, and –”

“Senator Organa is waiting in a speeder downstairs.”

“I don’t want to go back to our rooms. Please can’t I come?”

“Not tonight.”

“But –”

“For Hod’s sake, Korkie, must you debate everything?”

He stops in his tracks. When maybe a few years ago he might have burst into tears and plaintive whines, he now cocks his head, the defiance of adolescence taking great offense to this accusation.

“I don’t debate everything,” he says.

His aunt merely looks at him.

He sighs. “Fine.”

He throws the ratty cloak over his shoulders and she pins it closed at the front, giving him a swift kiss on the cheek and then pulling up the hood.

“It’s cold out,” she says. “Keep this up. For my sake.”

“Yes, Auntie.”

“Remember. Senator Organa. He’s waiting in Bay Four.”

“Yes, Auntie.”

“Comm me when you –”

“Yes, Auntie. Goodness, it’s not as if I’m going to get lost between here and home.”

She only smiles at him, tight and somewhat sad. Why sad? He wants to ask but he half thinks that if he says it, she’ll confirm it, and he’d rather believe it was only the shadows and his imagination that makes her look so. Still, he keeps the hood up as he makes his way through the corridors of the Senate building and down the lifts to the docking bays. For her sake.

Senator Organa’s speeder has the roof up today.

He’s still familiar, but that ease about him is gone, replaced by a strange and worrying gravity. He throws open the passenger door, looking back over Korkie’s shoulder though no one is behind him.

Once he’s safely inside and wearing his harness, he throws back the hood and exhales against the mounting tension. Bail gives him a once over, taking in the cloak and the messy hair. 

“Thank you for the ride, Senator,” Korkie says.

Bail hums. His speculation becomes acute and Korkie squirms breaking whatever thought it was that had Bail so entwined. “Don’t mention it,” he says, then backs out of the space, dropping them into the Coruscanti night.

–

Organa doesn’t take him home. 

Instead, he asks, “Are you hungry?” and without waiting for an answer, he drops them down several levels and swings into park at a seedy little diner on the edge of a district.

Korkie looks at the restaurant. He wants to be polite, but he’s never been down this low before, he’s never been out alone with Senator Organa before, and he promised his Aunt he’d go straight home. 

The Senator reaches over and lifts his hood back up. Then, in a voice that makes Korkie think they ought to be whispering in a dark corner of the Senate building, he says, “Keep this up, and keep your head down. Find Dex. Dex, okay? He’s a besalisk. You know what that is?”

“Yes.”

“Only Dex. You find him, and you tell him that Ben’s waiting for you.”

“Who’s Ben?”

“Talk to no one else.”

“Senator –”

“Do you understand?”

It’s strange. He ought to be afraid. But just like with Almec, there is no fear. Only a calm kind of certainty. There is danger here, but it doesn’t come from the senator. He can be trusted.

“I understand,” he says.

Then, he exits the speeder and walks toward the diner with his shoulders hunched and his face hidden by the fall of his cloak.

Inside, it is as if all the light of the city has been condensed and poured out into cup. There are voices raised in laughter and debate. The smell of fried food and syrupy sweets floats through the air, mingling with the chemical tang of cheap cleaning supplies. A sweeper droid butts at his heels, urging him out of the way, and a set of tentacles prod at his shoulders, sending him stumbling out of the way as a Parwan in a rush barrels through. 

Korkie tugs at his hood, and pushes his way up to the bar. Over the heads bobbing up and down, he sees a large alien with a ridged head and four arms slinging drinks and pushing plates. He aims for him. When he’s up against the countertop, bodies pressing him into the ledge, he reaches out to tug on the stained white hem of the besalisk’s shirt.

“Excuse me, sir –”

The besalisk turns, his frown melting into a look of comprehension.

“Let me guess. You’re looking for Ben, aren’t you?”

“I –” Korkie nods.

“Flo!” A droid whirrs up behind Korkie, bearing a tray and a load of dishes. “Show him to his seat. Then wipe your banks after.”

“Sure thing, honey,” she says. Then, her hand on Korkie’s elbow, she leads him through the throng. “This way.”

At the very back of the diner, in a tiny booth by a window with the privacy screen drawn sits a man wearing a worn grey suit similar to those worn by Senate administrators and data clerks. But he is not a clerk or a secretary. 

He is a Jedi.

Korkie’s heart leaps up to his throat as if it’s trying to make a bid for freedom as if it’s trying to reach its origin and its home. He slides into the seat. “Master Ken–”

“Thank you, Flo.”

“No problem, sugar.”

Right. No names. He understands that. He understands subtlety and subterfuge. He has lived it his whole life. Suitably chastened to silence, Korkie watches the serving droid disappear into the crowd. He licks his lips and dares to look at the Jedi again. It seems to him he very nearly shines with light, gleaming golden and bright under in the gloom of the diner.

“Seems like an awful lot of people here to be private,” Korkie says.

Master Kenobi smirks. “Sometimes the more voices speaking, the less there is being heard. I would have thought your Aunt had taught you that.”

“She – well…” He doesn’t want to insult Master Kenobi by debating with him. “Perhaps I’m only a terrible student,” he says.

“That’s not what I’ve heard.”

“Oh.”

Korkie wriggles in his seat, pulling at the cuffs of his sleeves, and twisting the hem of his cloak wondering what on Urch his aunt has said about him. And what is he meant to say back? It he meant to talk about his day? About his schoolwork? Is he meant to tell his father about Tav’s graduation and the tihaar they smuggled in after curfew? Is he meant to complain about his the prefects and juniors who bag for them? What does one say to the Hero of the Republic?

Master Kenobi has liberated worlds and saved thousands of lives. He lifts his lightsaber and despots fall. Dictatorships crumble to dust under the might of his fist, and tyrants surrender to the melodies of his silver tongue. He is a Jedi. To Korkie, he is the Jedi, and he remembers as a child how his aunt would point to this man in old holoreels and tell him how brave he was, how strong, how pure. His throat goes dry, the silence growing awkward and heavy.

Then they both speak at once.

“I hope you like nerf burgers –”

“I saw they had nerf burgers on the menu – oh.”

Master Kenobi makes an aborted huff. He laughs, or maybe he sighs. It’s hard to tell and Korkie has very little to compare the sound to.

“Yes,” he says. “I’ve taken the liberty of ordering us a bit of everything. Or near enough. And Dex will supply the rest anyway. He’s very enthusiastic.”

“Is that the besalisk?”

“Yes. A fine chef, and cleverer than he looks. Fingers in more pies than he has hands, you know.”

“Oh.” A joke? Korkie isn’t sure, so he smothers the little laugh that beats against his teeth.

“Well, anyway…thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for – I suppose my aunt asked you to do this? I’ve been bugging her and bugging her for weeks, but I swear, I only asked to go to the Temple. It’s open to the public, you know, so it wouldn’t have to raise any – any suspicions. Not that there are any. To raise. I mean, I just – but I didn’t mean for her to put it on you. I would never have asked you –”

“I asked your m – aunt. I asked to meet with you. I didn’t know how we’d manage it, but I thought that after our last…encounter…I thought it was unfair. To ask of you so much grace, and offer you so little in return.”

“Oh,” says Korkie. He doesn’t feel lacking in grace, or whatever it is his father is speaking of, so he rushes to reassure him rather than risk him running off. “I don’t mind.”

Master Kenobi smiles. The curve of his mouth is hidden by his beard, but his eyes crinkle at the edges like the pages of Korkie’s botany book, and for a brief, delirious second he wonders if that can be pressed and preserved like the star flower he kept.

“So, how are you enjoying Coruscant?”

“I like it a lot!”

“Do you?”

“Yes, of course,” Korkie says, leaning hard into enthusiasm. “The opera was wonderful, and all the people have been wonderful! I’ve never seen so many different cultures in one place. And we went to the Gardens, and a speeder race, and at least three or four ceremonial galas. Thankfully, she’s excused me from any obligation I might have had to Senatorial duties. I was half-afraid in coming she might assign me a report or make me take notes on it all, though, between you and me I rather despise politics though I find the theories and philosophies interesting enough –”

At this, Master Kenobi throws back his head, his laughter bursting out and coloring the rest of the ringing din with its notes of unexpected delight. Korkie can’t help but smile, though he doesn’t know what’s so funny about that.

The Jedi reaches out across the table, palm up to forestall any offense. Korkie twists his own hands together on his lap so that he doesn’t reach back and take it.

“Oh, Kiorkicek,” his father says. “You and me, both.”

Something that was so tight it was on the edge of snapping instead uncoils gently in his chest. His shoulders relax, and a genuine smile, wide and unguarded, spreads over his face.

Flo returns once with their food, and Korkie assumes it must be the whole menu for how loaded up she is. There are nerf-burgers, of course, but also blue milkshakes, protato wedges, tip-yip wings tossed in agu-sauce. There’s a plate of steaming poppers, and crispy O-rings. Master Kenobi claims a whole plate of muja bites to himself, while Korkie makes a dash for the blimas and cava cake rolls. There’s frizzpop and ting, and Korkie doesn’t think for one second that his father would even consider letting him have a taste of tihaar so he takes the pop and asks for nothing else.

“I saw the holoreport on the battle on Castell,” he says later, after they’ve tucked away a respectable mountain of food and are picking at the last few protato chips. “They said you took the base with only one squadron.”

“Oh,” says the Jedi. “Did you receive the Gossam bead-braid I sent?”

“Yes, in one piece this time. And in school, we were reading the Armistice Proclamation of Enarc and I saw that you were one of the appointed witnesses.”

“Enarc? Oh, yes, I took advantage of its access to the Hydian while I was there. You got the stockings?”

“Mhm. And then I couldn’t find out anything about Felucia, but I figured out the lumi-sphere you sent me must have come from there. Or that sector, I suppose. The ‘net said that was a ‘decisive victory for the Republic,’ and I’m sure it must have been.”

“I don’t – I don’t quite recall Felucia.”

“Then they said they were sending you to Kiros, but I couldn’t find out anything about that, either. Was there victory on Kiros, master?”

“Ah,” says Master Kenobi. But he doesn’t say anything else. He tugs at his sleeve, picking at the hem of one cuff, his gaze sliding away from Korkie’s to watch the people lounging in other booths or teetering on their stools at the bar. Korkie feels the loss of his attention acutely.

“Well, I assume there was,” he says. “I can’t imagine there’d be defeat. Not if you were there, anyway. I must’ve just missed the declaration. Or perhaps there were too many. It probably wasn’t that important, anyway. I don’t think you sent me anything from there – not that you have to. I don’t expect – anyway, that’s all one. Anyway…”

Master Kenobi shakes his head and smiles at him, attention focused once more. But this smile feels forced, and Korkie feels like a burden.

“Kiros was liberated,” says Master Kenobi. 

“Oh, good,” says Korkie. “Of course. I had no doubt you – and I didn’t mean anything by –”

“Not at all,” he says. “We were not there long. I’m afraid I didn’t have a chance to find you anything of worth.”

“It doesn’t have to be of worth,” Korkie says. 

“Well, we weren’t there very long, and I –” He tugs at his sleeve again, but this time he winces. Korkie’s gaze follows the movement but now he sees more than he did before. What he’d thought was the skin-tight sleeve of an undergarment is actually a web of bandages wound around Master Kenobi’s wrist, and though his father is quick to pull the cuff back into place, he is not quick enough to hide the blossom of pink that has stained even the topmost layer of wrappings.

“You – you’re bleeding,” he says.

“Yes, I –” But he says nothing else. There is nothing to say. 

All the things that Korkie had wanted to talk about, all the things he had wanted to tell him but was still working up the courage to mention, all of it evaporates in the face of the tight-lipped man before him. He doesn’t look glowing or golden. He looks wan and waxy, washed out under weak yellow lights, the pink stain darkening to red then black beneath his sleeve. 

He is not a untouchable hero. He is not an invincible shoulder. He is not a saviour, or a saint, or a god. He is horrifyingly – humiliatingly – mortal.

He is a stranger, Korkie thinks. I don’t know him. For all that he has his eyes and his hair, for all that he has seen his face on every holoscreen, on every frequency for years, for all that he has followed his exploits and studied his gifts, and tried and tried and tried to know him…he doesn’t. 

This man is a stranger. He doesn’t know how to make him laugh, or frown. He doesn’t know what will goad him into action, or urge him into consideration. He doesn’t know what he eats, or drinks, or how he takes his tea – if he even likes it. He doesn’t know at all what to say. And Master Kenobi says nothing to him, either. Perhaps there is nothing between them.

“It’s getting late,” says the Jedi. “I’ll comm Bail to bring you home.”

–

The lights are on, but his aunt is asleep when he lets himself into their apartment. She’s slumped in a chair near the door, still dressed in her shimmersilk with flowers in her hair. The fabric glimmers in the starlight peering through the window, and the rippling headlamps of the passing airtraffic. 

Korkie goes to wake her, to let her know he’s home safe, but he stops before his fingertips graze her cheek, looking at her. Really looking. 

Her skin is pale, and soft. He knows how the inside of her forearm feels beneath his palm when he presses there. He knows the weight of her shoulder when she leans into him to mutter a joke beneath her breath. He knows the warmth of her lips upon his brow, the tug of her fingers through his hair. He has memorised the beat of her heart, and he holds his breath now to hear it. They are so close, and it is so quiet, and he knows her so well he imagines he does. Or maybe it’s his own heart thumping softly in his ears.

He exhales, and looks away. Dawn is liming the edges of the buildings in bloody golds.

“Auntie,” he whispers. Satine jolts awake, alert but instantly calmed when she sees his face. Korkie smiles. “You ought to go to bed.”

“Yes,” she says with a yawn. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“I’m alright,” he says. “See you in the morning.”

She stumbles off to her room, still half asleep, but Korkie doesn’t go to his. Instead, he sits in her chair and watches the sun rise.

–

The next day, he doesn’t leave when the Convocation Chamber is opened for debate. He goes with his aunt, and he stands behind her. When she speaks, he watches as the whole of the galaxy listens. She argues her reasons, and states her position, and though generals and kings and warlords and even the Chancellor try their advance, she gives them no ground.

She is dressed in her regalia. The mythosaur tusks hang like daggers from her ears. The collar of her gown bursts outward like a blade, her purple shift glinting like arterial blood. Her voice is like iron, and her spine is as stiff and straight as beskar. She is a guardian. A sovereign. The Duchess of Mandalore. 

He is hers. 

And she will always be his.