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[attyattlaw]

Absolutely, let’s get married.

(It’s the crush anon, obvi)

excellent. i want this dress

[smashboxgirl26]

i crumble completely when you cry

ph! katsuki bakugou x fem! reader summary: this wasn't the way it was supposed to happen, but sometimes mistakes yield the best results contains: proposal!! (for @/pityslash <33), kinda ooc soft bakugou but im blaming it on him getting a concussion, mentions of injury, lots of fluff hehe word count: 1.8k words masterlist

Katsuki awoke to a darkened room with white, tiled speckled ceiling cut into rectangles and an IV in his arm; you were sleeping in the plastic chair at his bedside, head leaning against the wall and your mouth slightly open. It was probably about two or three in the morning, judging by the dimmed light coming from the hospital hallway.

Fuck.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

He shifted around slightly under the thin sheets, grunting as he tried to move his (apparently broken) right arm to fit in the pocket of his hero costume. A sigh of relief pushed past his lips when he felt the little velvet box still stashed away, thankfully left untouched.

And god– fuck did his head hurt… but this wasn’t how the night was supposed to go.

You were still dressed up — makeup and all, heels sitting next to you on the floor, the pretty black satin dress he watched you show off before you both left for dinner: now bunched up in your lap between your palms as you slept. 

You were definitely going to complain about the crook in your neck when you woke up from the way your head was angled against the wall. You should’ve just gone home and slept properly in bed: but he knew arguing with you would’ve been fruitless — you’d refuse to leave his side like you always did. 

Katsuki let out a small huff as he stared back up at the darkened ceiling.

This was supposed to be your anniversary. He had it all planned out: flowers, dinner, taking a walk through the park near the apartment to get ice cream, proposing in the little ramada he’d gotten Hanta and Eijirou to decorate with fairy lights and flowers. His mother’s old engagement ring was what he’d nervously tucked away into his suit pocket earlier that evening; she’d given it to him the first time you met her — as if she just knew the outcome of your relationship. 

And yet, not even halfway through dinner he’d gotten a call about a villain spiraling out of control. 

He knew his apology was lacking when he pushed himself up from the table, telling you he’d be back as fast as he possibly could; and he could tell how disappointed you were at the fact he was leaving despite how you playfully urged him to hurry before you ate all the dessert without him.

He’d slipped the ring in his costume pocket thinking he would make it back in time for your walk in the park — but that went out the window the second he was caught off guard and blasted through an apartment building.

You shifted slightly, against your spot on the wall. Katsuki almost thought it was because he was thinking too loud.

Your eyes opened after a moment or two, and blinked once or twice at him before realizing his eyes were also open.

“You’re awake?” you asked groggily, scrubbing your eyes before pulling yourself up from the chair. “Let me go get the nurse–”

“S’fine,” he stopped you before you could get out the door, lifting his head off the pillow because he knew you would come over and scold him for it.

Shit he felt dizzy.

“Don’t move right now,” you chastised him — immediately abandoning your mission to rush back to his side and help him lay his head back down on the pillow. “Is that comfortable?”

“Yea,” he sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. “Don’ get the nurse yet… I don’ really want more fuckin’ needles in my arm right now.”

“...fine.” You pressed your lips together, concealing the lecture he knew you wanted to spew: him never being careful when he promised he would be being main point among those you wanted to address — yet you pulled the hard, plastic chair you were sitting in up to the bed and leaned against the mattress.

“...do you feel dizzy?”

“Yeah.”

“You got a concussion from your fall,” you turned your head to look towards the side, and he couldn’t see your expression anymore in the dimmed light from the lamp next to his bedside. “You also broke your arm from landing on it.”

“You saw?”

“It was on the news.”

You sounded on the verge of tears. He needed to apologize. He’d ruined your night.

“M’sorry,” he let his left hand drift over to where yours was laying on the bed next to him, his fingers catching between your own — grabbing you out of your dazed attention — “M’sorry I ruined our night.”

“You didn’t ruin anything Katsuki,” you shook your head, but he could hear the little edge of pain in your voice. “It’s not your fault… I was just worried.”

“I did, though,” he continued. “Tonight was s’posed to be just us walkin’ through the park n’ getting ice cream.”

“You had it all planned out huh?” You finally faced him again, tired eyes and a small, sad smile on your lips. 

“F’course I did, would y’expect anythin’ less from me?” 

“Of course not,” you humored him, bringing his knuckles up to your lips before planting a kiss over a small scab and pressing your cheek against it — staring faraway, somewhere his mind could never find yours.

“Why didn’t you go home?” he rubbed his thumb against yours. “Could’ve changed and been comfortable.”

You let out a small huff — “I couldn’t just leave you here. I didn’t want you to wake up alone.”

“You didn’t have to worry about me, baby. Y’should’ve slept comfortably at home, come and seen me in the morning.”

You didn’t answer; instead, pressed another kiss against his knuckles before letting his hand come back down to the bed.

“If you saw what I did, you wouldn’t be saying that.” — was all you left it at — you tried to get up to get the nurse, but he didn’t let your hand go. “Katsuki–”

“Just let me be a lil’ longer,” he slurred, drowsily. “Come lay down with me.”

“Kats–”

“Please.”

“How could I–”

“Please.” He repeated, and you gave up to the pleading look in his eyes. “Can’t sleep properly without you there.”

He shifted himself over slightly, watching you hold your tongue once again with a little snort, before patting at the spot next to him. You climbed up slowly, carefully, trying to be as light as possible to not let the little hospital bed creak under both your weights — letting yourself melt next to him, your hand resting over his chest. You didn’t say anything, just nestled yourself into his shoulder with a yawn.

Something about the way you were positioned made it feel like you were hesitant to touch him — as he was as fragile as glass. Even with your fingers resting over his abdomen, he barely felt them there.

“What’s got your mind all worked up?” he asked after what felt like hours of silence.

“...nothing.”

“I know when yer overthinkin’ baby.”

You looked up to him, sad eyes and all. “I was really worried.” You sniffed, burrowing yourself back next to him. “I was just sitting in the restaurant finishing my food until I got a notification on my phone about the news — and I clicked it and saw the video of you being blasted through the building. There was so much debris, I almost thought–I don’t know what I thought… It felt like I couldn’t breathe or–or think… I just ran out of there as fast as I could so I could get to the hospital. And then, when you wake up, your first concern is that you ruined the night?” You huff, angrily and under your breath but you didn’t let him see it. “I can’t believe you sometimes…” 

“M’sorry,” he repeated, this time drowsily— despite the disapproving click you let out in response, he wrapped his arm around you: rubbing small circles in your arm to soothe the tension you continued to let off. These situations were the only times you both switched roles; the only time he was the one who had to calm you down when usually it was the opposite.

“Stop saying that.”

“I am though,” he continued anyway. “For making you worry and cry when I should’ve been careful. I got a little reckless tryin’ to get back to you quickly. I just… didn’t wanna leave you stranded there.”

“You didn’t need to do that,” you almost scolded him. “I’m used to it, I understand what your job is like.”

“Told you though, I had it all planned out n’ shit — stupid bastard ruined it all…”

“It’s okay,” you pacified him. “It was just dinner, we can always go out another time.”

“It wasn’t just dinner though…” He stopped himself from continuing, but looking down at your furrowed brow knew that he’d have to give an explanation. 

“We’ve talked about marriage before—” he started again after a moment of silence. A moment to catch his breath, to let his racing thoughts and heart subside slightly. “—about us staying together like this because we couldn’t really ever see ourselves with anyone else.”

You nodded.

“And I thought–I knew that we were both ready… So I was gonna propose.”

You didn’t say anything, and he didn’t dare look down at your face — not when he could feel the heat rushing up to his face like he was about to pass out.

“I uh, had this whole speech planned out n’ everything,” he stared at the ceiling once more. “Even had Ei n’ Hanta set up flowers and candles in the park near that cherry blossom tree we always picnic near.”

You still didn’t say anything.

“M’sorry for just bringing it up now, and spoiling the surprise ‘cause I could’ve just done it later…”

“...are you really apologizing for telling me that you were going to propose?” you spoke after a moment. 

He could hear the slight crack in your voice, and he looked down to see that his suspicions were correct — you were crying.

“Don’ cry,” he tried to wipe them with fail because he could only use one arm. “You know I get sad when you cry.”

“I can’t help it.” 

 “I know that this isn’t where you probably expected to get proposed to, but everything I said is true — I wanna spend the rest of my life with you n’ get those little moments with you. N’ honestly, as long as we have that, I don’t think it matters where this shit happens.” He shifted around slightly, before you could stop him: sitting up to properly face you and pulling a little velvet box out from his pocket. “Marry me?”

“Of course I will,” you tried to wipe away your tears before falling into his embrace — pausing after he let out a hissing sound. “I’m calling the nurse for real now.”

[sidewayspeace444]

I have been on the PR train since the beginning, but like to keep an open mind and be fair so I read all blogs while rarely commenting. I think it’s ridiculous that TLQ blocked a question about why AB isn’t wearing a ring, but an anon is trying to stir up chaos by saying TLQ called vendors because they did not. The call was made by an anon (not necessarily from TLQ blog as this was reported on several blogs) & the vendor replied no, they weren’t working on the wedding.

I agree TLQ should have withheld the engagement info, but she has NOT been encouraging people to threaten others. (It’s a another crazy blog who has been chasing others away.) People from both real & pr are getting riled up & threatening each other. There is a thing called personal responsibility; people are making there own choice to proceed with disgusting behavior.

Also, DM is the one who said the wedding would be in Sept, not TLQ. TLQ’s mention of Sept was in regard to the rumored AD content drop. There is another blog who had been staunchly PR suddenly changed to real over the weekend based on an industry source telling her a wedding (allegedly) is happening in October. (IMO Rumor October wedding makes less since September given the comic con appearance & PH release; as of now, CE doesn’t have to promote due to the strike, but that wouldn’t have been known at the time alleged wedding date was picked.)

It’s amazing how the reading comprehension of so many have declined as this mess continues. I am all for calling one out when justified, but many are twisting things to fit their narrative & then misreport the info to other blogs.

Thank you for this! It was messages sent in and several other blogs were talking about this before I did.

My problem with TLQ is she states her sources as facts. She’s always putting others down, but loves a good victim mentality sympathy train for herself.

I was blocked because I asked a question that deserved a valid answer. If this wedding is not exactly top secret that DM is talking about it, and “insiders” are sending in tips to blogs then why does she need to hide her ring? Why did she need to crop it out to cause another frenzy? This has been a long time coming.

I don’t care if people dislike me. I’ll stand by my opinion that this whole situation is weird.

[moonwonuu]

umaasa special 💌

pov: kung saan na realise ni joshua na nahanap na talaga niya tahanan niya

a/n: small kwento sa end kasi ang dami kong feels this week

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a/n: kwento time 🥹 i wrote this scenario nung friday tapos wedding nang tito ko kahapon and during ate’s vows ni mention niya how she found out na my tito bought an engagement ring para sakanya before ate even said yes to being his girlfriend. when she finished her vows na pa isip ako na parang ang familiar tapos nag click na i wrote the exact same situation nung friday and medyo na shook ako kasi nangyayari pala talaga siya irl 🥹 anyways, tomorrow na flight namin paalis ng pinas 🥲 bye ulit ph timezone :<

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the horndog and the prince(ss) - a rufusreno multi-chapter fic

Title: The Horndog and the Prince(ss) Chapter: 3 of 10 Fandom: FFVII Compilation Pairing: RufusReno (Rufus Shinra x Reno) Rating: Explicit (Explicit Sexual Content - Timeline what Timeline - Mirror Sex) Word Count: ~2,250

Ch 1 Ch 2

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Rufus woke up a few hours later to his PHS ringing, his head throbbing only a little at having been startled awake. He reached for his phone, expecting to feel a warm body next to him, but there was only empty space there. Opening his phone up, he put it to his ear. “Yes.” He answered, sitting up as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. 

“Did you forget we have a meeting, sir?” He heard the distinct voice of Reeve Tuesti coming through his receiver. “We were to meet and discuss my new projects that I'm hoping will be funded by your generous pocket.” 

He looked over at his bedroom door, and could smell the acrid smell of cigarette smoke. That meant that Reno was nearby. Good. Rufus got out of bed, and pulled his underwear on. “Can we meet in thirty?” 

“Thirty is fine, sir.” Reeve ended the call, making it easier on him as he hated awkward goodbyes. 

Walking out of his bedroom, he saw Reno was sitting at his dining table, smoking a cigarette and drinking a cup of coffee. “We’re leaving in twenty.” Rufus commented, then went and poured himself a cup of coffee. “How the hell can you drink this shit?” The coffee was the strongest he’d ever tasted in his life. “How does your heart not stop?” 

“Ye’ll get used to it, Princess.” Reno tapped his cigarette onto a small dessert plate that had become a makeshift ashtray. “Hope ya don’t mind.” 

“It’s a little too late if I did, wouldn’t you agree?” He saw Reno was eyeing him. “What?” 

“Never fancied you were a man that liked to wear colorful shorts.” 

Rufus looked down, and saw that the underwear he’d chosen to put on had been a pair of chocobo boxer briefs. “Am I not allowed to wear things that one might deem as undignified?” 

“Yer the richest man in the world, Ruf’. I don’t think it really matters whatcha want to wear or not. Jes figured ye were a guy that preferred an all black wardrobe. Ye know, considering how ye dress and all.” 

He supposed that the redhead had a point. “Did Tseng go over what has to happen as you watch me?” 

“Ye. Should be no problem, yo.” Reno snuffed out his smoke, and stood up. Rufus drank more of the bitter liquid in his cup, grimacing as he swallowed. It was fucking awful. “Go get ready. We’ll leave in fifteen.” 

“Right.” He set the cup down, then pointed his finger at the Turk. “You finish that. I can’t drink that shit.” 

“Don’t mind if I do.” 

Rufus went back to his bedroom, and went into his ensuite bathroom. Standing under the spray of his shower, he could feel his ass still tingling where Reno had whacked him a few times. He put his hand against the sore spot and moaned softly, his cock perking up with renewed interest as he rubbed his hand over it. He shook it off, knowing that right now wasn’t the right time to get those sorts of feelings. He had a business to maintain, and now that Reno was going to be around him twenty-four seven for the next week, he knew it was going to be a difficult task no matter what life threw at him. 

Fixing his white jacket, he examined himself in his closet mirror, pleased that his cleaners were able to get the blood out. The last time he’d worn this particular jacket, he’d been in a rather nasty fight which had ended in bloodshed. Rufus saw Reno staring at him through their reflections. “Say your peace.” 

“Can’t a man admire the way his lover looks?” Reno was now leaning up against the door jamb, his arms crossed over his chest. And Rufus couldn’t believe how attractive he found him. The lazy attitude. The ‘I don’t give a fuck’ look on his face. Everything about Reno right now was screaming at him, and he hated it. His hormones were in control of him in a way that they’d never been before. He’d never had this problem before engaging with the redhead. 

Rufus pushed his bangs off of his head, but didn’t turn around as he stared at Reno’s reflection. “Is that what I am?” 

“I mean, ya shoulda been a one night stand but yaa fucked up on that front.” Reno approached him, and Rufus couldn’t help but close his eyes as he felt Reno’s presence behind him. His heart startled in his chest as he felt Reno’s hands touch his hips, and then a soft moan passed his lips as Reno’s breath touched his ear. “Ye’re fuckin’ gorgeous and ya know it. Don’tcha, Ruf’?” 

He took a deep breath. “I don’t know what you’re implying, Reno.” He didn’t have time for this. “We have to leave.” 

“No, we don’t.” 

Opening his eyes, he looked into Reno’s green eyes and felt his ears beginning to ring as his heartbeat became more pronounced. “Excuse me?” 

“I said, no we don’t, yo.” Reno’s hands on his hips gave them a firm squeeze, Rufus’ body responding almost immediately to the force being shown. “Do I gotta remind ya who ye are?” 

Another slow breath left his chest as he glared at Reno. “I know who I am, you fool.” 

“Oh, I know ya do, Princess.” The hand on his left hip was moved, and was now palming his growing erection. Rufus moaned, unable to stop himself as he felt the heat rise up to his cheeks as Reno’s breath touched his ear again. “Open yer eyes, Rufus.” 

He did, and saw that Reno’s hand was now unzipping his pants, and was pushing it down until his hand found his cock. Rufus’ eyes stared at their reflection, and moaned low as Reno pulled his cock out into the open. He could see the tip dripping with precum, his body clearly wanting more. “I have a meeting.” 

“Which ye can be late for. Ye were already late once.” Reno’s eyes kept him trapped, Rufus staring into them as he felt his hand start to stroke his cock with just enough pressure to feel good, but not enough to make it feel great. “Ye like being late, don’tcha?” 

Rufus dropped his head, moaning low as he could feel Reno’s cock pushing up against his ass. “I don’t.” He whispered, but deep down, he knew Reno was right. There was a certain thrill knowing that someone was waiting for him, while he was here, doing things that he shouldn’t be doing. 

“One quick fuck, what do ya say, Princess?” Reno asked him, his thumb now pushing against the tip of his cock. “Only, ya gotta do somethin’ for me, yo.” 

“A-Anything.” He would agree to anything the redhead requested. It was how bad he needed him right now. Reno could ask him to jump off the tower, and he would say yes. It would be foolish, and he knew it, but there was something about Reno’s commanding presence that had him wanting to do anything he wanted. 

Reno put his hand on his chin, and tilted it upwards until their eyes met again in the mirror. “Stay like that.” 

Knowing what he wanted, Rufus moaned in anticipation as he felt Reno yank his pants down to expose his ass to him. He saw the redhead go over to his dresser, and watched him roll a condom onto his cock. Rufus stood still, his cock dripping as he waited for the redhead to return. Reno put his arm around his waist, and held him close, the tip of his cock now probing against his ass, looking for that opening that would benefit them both. And as soon as he slid home, Rufus released a moan that made his throat hurt. 

His eyes stayed locked onto Reno’s but he could see him thrusting his hips back and forth, his body moving to the beat as Reno’s hand returned to his cock. Rufus was tempted to look at his own cock, but there was something about the way that Reno was staring at him, it kept him trapped. He moaned, his chest arching up as Reno’s cock pushed deep inside of him. 

“Ya gonna come again, Princess?” Reno asked, his breath hot against his ear. Rufus nodded his head fast, knowing that he was already set to explode. Staring at them in the mirror was doing wonders for his arousal, and all he could think about was how good Reno was making him feel. “Go ahead and come fer me.” 

Rufus broke off their eye contact as he felt the unmistakable heat begin, signaling to his brain that he was close. And after a few more rough thrusts, Rufus was moaning through an orgasm, the tip of his cock erupting with more fluid that shouldn’t have been possible given the amount of sex the two of them had already had, and yet here he was, defying the odds. “R-Reno…” He moaned the redhead’s name, caught in the throes of an intense orgasm, his head going numb from head to toe. 

“That’s right, baby…” Reno murmured into his ear, as his hips began to pound into him roughly. “I gave that to ya.” Reno groaned, Rufus tilting his head back against his shoulder as he felt him buck his hips hard. “Me.” 

“Y-You…” He agreed, nodding his head as everything continued to spin. Reno released a deep grunt, and then Rufus knew that the redhead had found his own release. He sank back against him, panting softly as he struggled to remain on his feet. 

Reno pulled out of him, and as he did, Rufus grunted as he hadn’t been prepared for the connection to be severed so quickly. He watched as Reno pulled the condom off, and then tossed it into the wastebasket with a few tissues, and then saw him approach him with a few more tissues, and began to wipe up his ass. Rufus pulled up his pants, then looked at the redhead, who was adjusting his own Turk issued suit. 

“Why do I feel like this week is going to be a problem for the both of us?” 

“I dunno whatcha mean, yo.” Reno grinned, then tapped his wrist where there wasn’t a watch. “I think we’ve got some time before yer meeting.” 

He looked at his own watch, and saw that yes, they were in the window of when he was supposed to be at Reeve’s office. So he would be five minutes late. No big deal. And after that great fuck, he was glad for the tardiness. “You’re correct. Let’s go.” 

“Whatever ya say, boss.” 

Rufus knocked on Reeve’s door, and walked into his office without a second care in the world. “Now, what did you want to discuss with me, Reeve?” He asked, taking a seat in front of Reeve’s desk, ignoring the mechanical cat he could see leaning up against the wall. “What sorts of projects are you hoping that Shinra will pay for this time?” 

“Where’s Tseng?” Reeve asked, as Reno stayed out front of the opened office door. 

“I wasn’t aware that it was any of your business where my Turks were.” Rufus glared at the scientist, not at all interested in dealing with him. He would much rather be back in his apartment, preferably without any clothes on, and with a certain redhead’s cock shoved deep inside of his ass. He shifted on his chair, as if feeling the thickness inside of him. But sadly, there was nothing there, only the reminder of it being there less than seven minutes ago. It was a heady feeling, knowing that. Rufus took a deep breath, hoping that his face didn’t look as hot as it felt.  

Reeve’s face paled, and he bowed his head. “Sorry, sir. That wasn’t the way I intended it to sound. My sincerest apologies.” 

“Yes, fine. Now, what do you wish to show me?” 

He sat in Reeve’s office for close to two hours before making it to his own office. Reno stood guard outside, leaving him to be in peace. Rufus stood at the window that overlooked Midgar, and wondered how in Gai he’d wound up where he was currently. Or, rather, how he was managing to hold his hormones in check, as Reno stood outside of his office, making sure no one came in to harass him. He wanted the redhead to come in, lock the door, and do terrible things to him. 

We’re together for a week. You can wait. 

Rufus palmed his stiffening cock, willing it to go down. But it had a mind of its own, and it was itching to be touched again. Rufus, however, had work that needed to be done, so he ignored it and dived into the items that had been sitting on his desk since yesterday. He still needed to discuss with Reno about their arrangement, whatever the hell it was. The redhead had used the word ‘lover’ earlier, but was that accurate? Rufus didn’t think so, as he’d sort of entered unwillingly into this unexpected dalliance. He hoped that Reno would listen to him, but he had a feeling it might be difficult as they both seemed to have a thirst for each other that didn’t really seem to be satiated. At all. Rufus shook his head, picked up his pen and began to work - he’d deal with Reno later.  

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Cross-posted to AO3

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[marigold-doms]

Hii! Could I request for ATEEZ reaction to a phone call interrupt them when they are having sex with their s/o? Thank you so much and i love your writing 🥺🥺

Admin Mika: of course~ and thank you 🥺🥺🥺 hope you keep watch of my future posts love!~ happy reading:)

||ATEEZ reacts|| to a phone call interruption

Hongjoong:

Hongjoong literally just finished eating you out after round one and right when he’s going back in, his phone rINGS

If it was an expected call, hongjoong probably wouldn’t engage in sexual activity but- I promise you if it was one of the members...

He picks that hoe up and goes:

“I’m busy.”

San will probably try to annoy him to coming out of his room but hongjoong will def shut it down.

In the tone of voice that only the members hear as a threat, he speaks into the phone

“I’m with (y/n).” Then hangs up.

He sees how flustered you are underneath him. And when you turn away from his face. He guides your eyes back down to the area of action. “Don’t worry baby. They just thought we were done...”

Seonghwa:

Daddy Seonghwa will be in the middle of hittin his best stroke combination and the phone will sound from his night stand.

Point blank. Ignores the call.

He probably set his ringtone to something pleasant to listen to

So it lowkey just becomes the background music.

He’s also the type to thrust to the beat or tempo of the song

Smiling down at you as you gaze back and forth between your mans and the phone

“Focus on Daddy while he fucks you, princess.”

Yunho:

This poor baby will probably get scared and realize that it’s a call.

“Oh shit!”

Surprise turns into annoyance because he’s just overstimulated you enough to get you sopping wET for him.

He’d hate to kill the mood for you so he reaches over (long mansss) to silence his phone and set a mental reminder for himself to call the person back later.

You might even panic a little telling him to take the call in case it was important.

“Think it’s time to remind my tiny doll that she’s more important to me.”

Yeosang:

As soon as the phone rings his first reaction is to stop immediately.

He seems like the type of person to worry about what the call entails.

He’s dEEP inside you while he answers the phone. “Hello?”

You glare at him. Mouthing for him to pull out since he’s literally inSIDE of you.

He glares back and, with one hand, grips onto your hip and pulls you roughly back against him.

His eyes traveling around the room as he nonchalantly conversates with the person on the other end.

You try to squirm from his reach but he presses his weight forward, reaching further into your core.

The call ends and he tosses his phone to the side.

“You better stay still. I have both hands to hold you down now.”

San:

This kinky little shit.

He’ll PURPOSELY time it to where he knows someone is going to call

He’s already made the atmosphere between the two of you heated and you’ve already begged for him to pleasure you.

San gets so fueled by the fact that you’re so needy for him that it makes him excited to see your reaction to what he’s about to do next:

Inception starts playing though the room (his ringtone is TOO loud btw)

So much is happening at once—san enters you, you are still shocked from the loud blaring coming from his phone, he answers the phone, puts it on speaker, and he starts talking to whoever’s calling.

“Ah, Wooyoung! What’s up?” He smirks down at you mischievously. Starting to pick up the pace as soon as your walls adjust to his size.

At the same time your hands are pushing his hips away since you KNOW that you couldn’t possibly stay quiet

And it wasn’t sounding like he was planning on bringing the conversation to a close.

“Dude, what are you doing?”Wooyoung asks. “There’s a lot of rustling.”

San winks at your shy body, rotating his hips against your core. Making it harder for you to keep quiet when his thumb starts rubbing harsh circles over your clit.

“Oh sorry, I’m just playing a really fun game.”

Mingi:

I see Mingi as the type to completely stop having sex if a call were to interrupt a heated session.

He’s just too loud for all that risk.

You would get your asses caught in an comfy situation TOO quick.

But back to the point,

You would actually start all of this.

He’s on the phone with his manager talking about the schedule.

Mingi has the phone up to his ear and you greet him with a cute kiss to the cheek—one thing leads to the other and you’re between his legs, sucking the LIFe outta this man.

He’s guiding your head up and down on his dick by your hair and it’s getting harder to be quiet

It’s sO heated at this point that Mingi practically slaps the mute button and gathers you up into his lap. Cupping your ass before helping you slide off your bottoms.

“You couldn’t wait till I hung up, could you?”

Wooyoung:

You’d probably be the first one to notice that his phone was vibrating.

“Wo-wooyoung-Wooyoung ,” You try to get his attention. The sound coming out as a whisper because of the force from his thrusts.

He smiles down at you sadistically. “hmm? What’s the matter babygirl?” His voice steady and calm.

“Ph-phone..” barely audible.

“Huh?” He teases you more. (ROOD)

“Phone!”

He pauses before gazing at the person’s caller ID.

Wooyoung looks like he’s about to pull out....

insteAD,

he hooks your legs over his shoulders and begins POUNDING into you.

“Yeosang can wait.”

Good grief🥵

Jongho:

Since he’s the maknae, he’d feel that it’d be rude to just purposely ignore Hongjoong’s call.

He answers the phone and wraps his arms around your waist—you’re right in the middle of riding him 👁👄👁.

Jongho smiles up at you, trying to hide the sound of his laugh.

“Yes, Hyung? Oh...” He gazes back at you. “Nothing... just chilling at (y/n)’s house.”

A minute passes so you decide to mess around and rotate your hips to gain some friction.

He holds you tighter and gives you a squeeze. Mouthing “baby stop.”

You decide that today is the day to play games so you start gently bouncing over his dick.

A small huff leaves his throat and you steady yourself by placing your hands on his strong shoulders.

Once the call hangs up—girl watch out— he practically throws his phone.

Switching positions with you and forcing you back down (exactly what you wanted)

“You’re just dying to get wrecked today.”

a/n: sorry in advance for any errors! These are so fun to do~

[skippyv20]

There is a mystery about Diana's engagement ring. When she got it she was going to be the Princess of Wales and the future Queen of England. So it was an historic ring. Is it possible that PH could have 'chosen' it? Wasnt it normal for it to go another future Princess of Wales? Something doesnt ring true about this story. According to me it was part of the Prince and Princess' of Wales historic emblematic jewellery.

Princess Diana had two sons.....I doubt very much it was intended to go to the next Princess of Wales....Prince  and Princess  of Wales...history ended when they divorced......Harry chose the ring...and wanted William to give it to Kate.....it was a family matter....❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

5/02/21

[shawnmendesbuddy]

His World

Summary: Y/N is dying and she doesn’t tell Shawn. Shawn is planning a proposal for Y/N.

Warnings: A swear word, mentions of death.

Shawn and Y/N had a beautiful relationship. They were so in love with each other even after five years together.

Perhaps the reason why their love was so strong was because Y/N had moved in with Shawn when they were 15. Or maybe it was because they had been high school sweethearts. Whatever the reason, everyone said they had a unique kind of love that could never be broken. Or at least that’s what everyone thought.

Y/N’s parents died in a car accident when she was 15 and Karen and Manny Mendes had taken her in. They had been good friends with Y/N’s parents, but Shawn and Y/N had never met until Y/N moved in with them. Y/N had moved from America to Canada to be with her new family.

Y/N had thought that she would never adjust to her new life, but Shawn proved her wrong. Within her first week of living in Canada, she had never felt more welcomed by someone. Shawn talked to the counselors at his school making sure that Y/N and him had all the same classes so she wouldn’t be alone.

Y/N and Shawn became best friends instantly and they both started to develop crushes on each other. In fact, Shawn’s crush on Y/N was so insanely big, that he ended up writing a song about her.

When ‘Life of the Party’ came out, Shawn happily confessed to Y/N how he felt about her. He was shocked to find out she felt the same! They dated all through high school and somehow managed to navigate Shawn’s fame together at such a young age.

After being together through three albums, two world tours, and lots of other things that caused the two to be separated, Shawn thought it was time to seal the deal.

While they were both young—21 to be exact—Shawn had no doubt in his mind that Y/N was the one. He had known it from the moment he set eyes on her.

And so it came as no surprise when Shawn sat his family down in the living room and pulled out a blue velvet box. He popped the lid open showing his family the engagement ring he had bought a few months back while he was on tour.

“Oh my gosh! Y/N’s going to be my real sister now!” Aaliyah bounced up and down and jumped into Shawn’s arms, giving him a hug.

“Shawn, I’m so happy for you! When are you thinking of proposing?” Karen had a smile plastered on her face as a few tears leaked from her eyes. She had watched Y/N and Shawn be in love with each other for years and she was so excited that they were finally getting engaged.

“Son, I couldn’t be prouder,” Manny said, patting Shawn on the back.

“Thanks guys! Y/N’s final exams are this week and I’m flying out to go support her and help her feel less stressed. I’m planning on proposing next week, after her exams. I’m going to take her to a celebratory dinner, because she’s obviously going to pass her exams and then I’m going to pop the question.” Shawn’s grin was so wide that crinkles formed around his eyes.

***

Y/N hadn’t been feeling good for a few months now. She thought it was just stress from school and that she was passing out from lack of food, having not been eating as much because she was studying too hard.

But when she started vomiting every morning, she decided to take herself into the doctor. As she laid on the bed in the x-ray room, she heard her phone vibrating inside her purse. She couldn’t stand up and get it, so she waited for the x-rays to be done.

When Y/N found at the results of her x-rays, she couldn’t help but fall to her knees and cry. She was only 21, about to pass medical school and become a doctor, and her boyfriend’s tour had just finally ended. How could she have a brain tumor? It wasn’t fair!

Y/N sat in her car after the appointment debating what she was going to tell Shawn. He had been texting and calling her nonstop for the last hour, but she was too nervous to answer, afraid she would tell him everything. She didn’t want to burden Shawn with something else, he was already so stressed.

She finally answered the phone on Shawn’s 20th call. “Hey Shawn. Is everything okay,” she tried to sound groggy and tired so that Shawn would think she was asleep.

“Yeah, are you okay? You haven’t answered my texts or phone calls.”

“Yeah, I was asleep. Been studying all day.”

“Oh. Did I wake you,” Shawn sounded sad and he had a good reason to be. He had told his girlfriend last month that he was coming to visit her during her exam week, and she had agreed to pick him up from the airport.

But she must’ve forgotten because Shawn had come down the escalator that led to his gate expecting to see Y/N waiting for him, but she wasn’t there. Assuming that she was running a little late, or decided not to come in he called her. But she hadn’t picked up and so he was still at the airport waiting for her.

“Yeah, but it’s okay. Is there a problem?”

Shawn ran his hands through his hair. She really had forgotten about him, but he didn’t blame her. She was stressed and busy with all the studying she’d done.

“Umm…can you come get me at the airport?” He shyly asked her the question, trying not to inconvenience her.

“Shit! That was today! I’m so sorry Shawn! I’ll be right there!” She hung up the phone and frantically sped to airport. A side affect of her brain tumor was forgetfulness, but she didn’t think she could forget something this big!

***

A week later Shawn was holding Y/N in his arms as she cried and cried about not passing her exams.

“I’m so stupid Shawn! I…I don’t know how I didn’t pass! This has been my dream for forever!”

Shawn’s heart broke at the sight of her. He kissed her forehead and rubbed his arms up and down her back. Guilt swam in his stomach. He thought she didn’t pass because he had been distracting her from studying this past week. She didn’t blame him, even if he did blame himself.

Shawn still took her out to dinner wanting to make her feel better and still needing to propose. But when he got done on his knee to ask the big question he could see the doubtful look in Y/N’s eyes. “Will you marry me Y/N L/N?”

A few tears spilled from Y/N’s eyes as she shook her head no. “I’m sorry Shawn. I…we can’t be together. I’m just holding you back. You have a whole life to live. This isn’t going to work out.”

Shawn let out a sob grabbing onto Y/N. At is point the whole restaurant was staring at them, but he didn’t care. “What do you mean baby? We’re meant for each other. Stop pushing me away, what’s really going on?”

Y/N knew the only thing that she could do was tell Shawn the one thing he never thought she wouldn’t say. “I don’t love you anymore Shawn. The distance got too much and it’s too difficult.”

Shawn couldn’t breathe after hearing those words leave her mouth. Never had he ever felt as much physical pain as he did then. His grip on her faltered as she took one last look at him before running out of the restaurant.

***

6 months later and Shawn still hadn’t gotten over the breakup. He hardly left his house. He was on anti-depressants and he couldn’t write music.

His family was worried about him, but Shawn told them to be more worried about Y/N. He had tried contacting her after the breakup to see if she was okay, but no response. Aaliyah, Karen and Manny had done the same but no response.

Y/N had gone through two surgeries and a round of chemotherapy in those 6 months after the breakup. She had no one. No family, no Shawn, nothing. She cried herself to sleep almost every night.

Her brain tumor had shrunk significantly or at least that’s what the doctors thought, but when Y/N went into a check up appointment, she was out into the ICU and the doctors were worried she wouldn’t make it.

One nurse, feeling extremely bad for Y/N seeing that no visitors had come to see her, questioned Y/N about who she wanted there with her if she were to die. Y/N only replied with one name. “Shawn Mendes.”

Y/N passed the nurse her phone showing her Shawn’s contact and the e nurse stepped out into the hallway to call him.

Shawn watched Y/N’s name flash across his screen and he felt his heart leap. “Y/N! I thought I would never hear from you again! Are you okay?”

“Hello Mr. Mendes,” a female voice said through the phone. “This is Nurse Nation. Y/N asked me to call you. She’s in the ICU at the Toronto hospital. I don’t know what she’s told you about her condition, but it isn’t looking to good and Y/N requested you be here.”

Shawn’s heart plummeted into his stomach as he raced to grab his keys and rush to the hospital. “What do you mean her condition?! Is she dying?! What’s wrong with her?!”

“I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to say, but I would suggest you come quickly.”

***

Shawn stared down at Y/N’s lifeless body, wiping his mouth of any residual throw up. Open hearing the news of Y/N having a brain tumor, he threw up in the trash can.

He held her hand softly in his and cried tears joy when her eyes fluttered open and they met hers.

“You came! Thank you! Shawn I have so much to explain—“

“Shh. It’s okay, I’m here now. I understand everything. The nurse said you’ve been telling her stories about me. Why you left. We could’ve dealt with this together you know?”

“And gave me die before we got married? I couldn’t have done that to you! I know what it feels like to lose people. It’s hard to recover from.”

“I know baby, but I’m asking you know, please marry me.” Shawn asked the question again. He just wanted her to be his wife in case she died. And he was going to do everything in his power to make sure she didn’t.

Y/N smiled sadly at him. “I would Shawn. If I wasn’t about die.”

Shawn laid his head on Y/N’s stomach and cried as he stared at his dying world.

A/N/ School starts tomorrow!! 😬 Should I do a part 2?

[alifeasvivid]

Hello. This is my PSA to all the people who wear engagement rings (or any jewelry really) as someone who handles jewelry in need of repair all day long.

-Don’t wear any jewelry to bed. Your sheets may feel oh-so-soft to you, but friction is the most destructive force in the universe and it feels very abrasive to your metal and stones over time. -Don’t wear jewelry in water. This means the shower, the hot tub, to wash dishes, swimming etc. Handwashing is usually fine, but you do build up soap scum that makes stones look dull until they’re cleaned with jewelry cleaner. Water is pH balanced to humans, but not necessarily anything else and hot water can weaken metal. Gold and silver are very, very soft to begin with. Platinum is not that soft, but it scratches easily and develops a patina. -On a related note, do NOT for the love of god wear your jewelry while you work out. Don’t wear it rock climbing. Don’t wear it horseback riding. -If you have a messy job, leave the jewelry at home. The worst offenders are anyone who works in a kitchen and hair stylists. -I promise you there are no spiritual repercussions for removing jewelry to take good care of it, whether it’s your engagement ring or charmed jewelry for magic purposes or any other kind. -You will not lose anything if you put it in the same, safe place every time you take it off. -Just... don’t wear it 24/7, really. 1) You’ll have to repair it more than necessary and 2) if you’re that emotionally attached to it, it will make it harder for you to leave it with a jeweler for repair and cause you to put it off for too long and that can absolutely cause irreversible damage, like losing special stones. -Have your jewelry, particularly rings and bracelets, checked by a jeweler at least twice a year. -Final note: you CAN do all of these things as long as you’re prepared to spend lots of money on frequent repair and leave it with a bench jeweler for at least a few days.

[emperorsfoot]

New chapter of my shamefully self-indulgent Entrapdak Arranged Marriage AU. 

This chapter features Imp’s adorable antics, a broken ceiling, Hordak and Entrapta meet for the first time, and Catra is very frustrated. 

...

“Entrapta! Entrapta! Grr!” Catra threw her arms up in exasperation, fur of her tail frizzing out, fangs barred with a snarl to vent her frustration.

Their ship had already started its descent to the planet’s surface and Entrapta wasn’t even dressed.

That wasn’t accurate.

Entrapta was dressed. As a mechanic. A menial worker.

Not the sovereign ruler of an industrial titan like Dryl that she was.

She could not meet her future spouse –never mind that- she could not meet the Emperor of the Known Universe and his brother, looking like the person they had their servants call to service the palace ventilation systems.

The ship gave a violent lurch as they hit a pocket of turbulence in Horde World’s atmosphere and Catra was thrown off balance. She landed on her feet –she always landed on her feet- but the trunk containing Entrapta’s wardrobe was thrown across the cabin, spilling the Princess’ gowns all over. Catra heaved another snarl. She longed for a simpler life, a war-orphan, or an underappreciated soldier. Anything had to be better than a lady-in-waiting to a tech Princess who thought measuring the pH balance of the atmosphere and how it affected the ship’s hull was more important that making sure she was ready to meet the Emperor of the Known Universe, or her future spouse.

“Hey, don’t worry so much.” Scorpia, another Princess and Entrapta’s friend, bent down to help Catra pick up the strewn clothing. “Entrapta’s a little quirky, but she agreed to do this because she knows it’s important. She’ll be ready in time.”

Catra sighed. In defeat, not relief. Scorpia was nice, but she did not seem to grasp the importance of first impressions. Entrapta was actually really amazing –once a person got to know her- but she made a terrible first impression.

Then it was Scorpia’s turn to sigh. Clasping her pincers together –still holding one of Entrapta’s dresses- and staring out through one of the view ports at the dusty and barren landscape of Horde World. “Isn’t it romantic.” She gushed. “Two people, crossing the stars to meet. Strangers coming together for the good of a nation. At first, just for duty. But then! A tender glance! A gentle touch! Gazes locking… and sparks fly… It’s true love!”

Catra just stared at her. Dead-eyed. Unimpressed and unmoved.

“It could happen!” Scorpia insisted.

“It’ll never happen if we can’t get Entrapta ready by the time ship lan-“ Catra was cut off as the ship gave another lurch as the pilot decelerated for their final approach to the Imperial landing site. Catra only hissed, showing more teeth.

“I’ll help with Entrapta.” Scorpia nodded, realizing maybe Catra’s concerns were more legitimate and pressing than she originally thought.

But the moment the ship did actually landed, Entrapta disappeared to explore the alien palace that was the heart of the Horde Empire and Catra had no idea where she went.

…

Hec-Tor bared his teeth at the scale, displeased by the result. He managed to go a full year and a day without any weight loss from his condition and in the span of only twenty-four hours had somehow managed to lose two-hundred grams of body mass.

He stepped off the scale, waited for the number to clear, then tried again. Double checking the result. When the number showed the same. He triple checked. When all three attempts yielded the same result, he was forced to record the data in his health tracker app. He was losing weight again.

That hadn’t happened since Keldor disappeared. Hec-Tor twisted the ring he still wore on the third finger of his left hand. Keldor’s ring. In another few days, he would have to take it off and replace it with a different ring. Entrapta’s ring. Slipping the band off his finger, he looked at the inscription. ‘By the Power…’ Keldor never really explained what it meant beyond ‘it’s just an Eternian thing’. Slipping the ring back on his finger, Hec-Tor stealed himself to face the day.

Today was going to be a bad day.

His intended’s ship landed some time in the early hours of the morning. Hec-Tor was glad he was not made to greet her first thing upon her arrival. He would not have been in the best of sorts to make an acceptable first impression. He was rather confident that he would not make any kind of good first impression at all. But then, he thought the same thing before his marriage to Keldor and in the end, first impressions turned out not to matter all that much.

Hec-Tor was younger back then. He was sullen and quiet and had adhered to protocol as best as one could while also looking at their feet and not making eye-contact. While Keldor was unlike anyone Hec-Tor had ever met up to that point. Instead of reciprocating the ceremonial bow with one of his own, the Eternian Prince had laughed –just a short, half stifled laugh behind his hand, but still a laugh- and asked Hec-Tor if he did more than posture and pose. Horde Prime frowned in displeasure, and Keldor’s father, King Miro, gave his son a strongly worded reprimand. But it succeeded in reminding Hec-Tor that the marriage had been arranged for Keldor just as much as it had been for him. They were both of them being forced into this and that was one thing they had in common.

Remembering that, Hec-Tor reminded himself that this was arranged for his current intended just as much as it was for him. While a small platoon of servants combed and gelled his hair, dabbed at his cheeks with foundation and concealer, lined his eyes with kohl, painted gloss on his lips, fitted decorative plugs in his ports, and just generally groomed him to look his best, Hec-Tor read over the dossier on his intended.

Princess Entrapta. While she kept the title of ‘Princess’ in reality, she was the Queen of her territory. She was the sovereign and sole ruler of Dryl, which was not its own planet, but a small mountain nation located on Etheria.

Hec-Tor paused at that. Recognizing the name. Etheria was a planet that shared a solar system with Eternia –Keldor’s home planet. Entrapta and Keldor were practically neighbors! However, unlike Eternia, which was unified under one monarch, Etheria was a confederacy of multiple independent states.

Dryl was small in terms of land coverage. But it was an industrial titan that specialized in weapons manufacture. Weapons that combined highly advanced technology with complicated magic. Weapons that could be powered by their wielder’s ‘fighting spirit’ rather than limited battery packs that needed to be recharged. Armors and shieldings that were just as resilient and strong as phitanium, but easier to shape, more efficient to manufacture, and –best of all- cheaper since they wouldn’t have to pay Queen Elmora’s premiums. Heck! Dryl even made bots that could be sent into battle in place of living soldiers.

That explained why Horde Prime wanted her in the family.

With Entrapta married to the Emperor’s own brother, her loyalty would be to the Empire –which her children might have a chance to inherit one day. That would ensure that Dryl would not be selling their weapons to the Empire’s enemies.

Scrolling through the file, Hec-Tor realized that the vast majority of the information was on Dryl and its arms industry. There was very little information on Princess Entrapta herself. Hell! The file didn’t even include a picture of her.

Hec-Tor sighed. Of course, the file wouldn’t contain much information on her. Horde Prime did not arrange this marriage to make his brother happy. He didn’t care about Princess Entrapta the person. All Horde Prime cared about were the weapons and power she could bring to the Empire. Who cared if Hec-Tor was miserable for the rest of his life? Not every arranged marriage could be as lucky as his first one to Keldor. Not everyone could fall in love with their intended.

His chair was turned around and Hec-Tor examined his reflection. They did everything but put contacts in his eyes to give him pupils. He sighed. This was far more opulent than his brother made him dress up for his first engagement. Horde Prime must really, really want those weapons.

With a sigh, Hec-Tor stood from the seat. He needed a break from all the primping and preening. Maybe get some real work done. There were a few items from yesterday that he never managed to get around to. At the time he thought there would be time to deal with them today. That was before his brother took the liberty of changing his entire agenda for the rest of the week –and his life. At the very least, he needed to address the blight on Antares. Horde Prime probably wouldn’t let him dispatch soldiers to either Krytis or Denebria until after the wedding, the Emperor would want to keep the military close until then.

But if he could just get to his office and do something productive.

Anything productive.

Even if it was just hitting ‘read’ on a non-critical memo.

He stalked down the corridors of the residential wing to his office, wearing nothing more than a dressing gown, with a head full of so much product he looked sculpted out of paste.

A door to his left burst open and Imp dashed out, in a similar state of half-dressed but very well make-uped. He saw his father standing in the corridor and skirted around to hide behind the older man’s legs. Just in time for a trio of servants to follow –tripping- out of the same room after the little… imp.

Imp hissed at them.

Only one seemed brave enough to approach, addressing Hec-Tor. “Your Highness, we are trying to make the Prince ready to meet your intended and he is not cooperating. Could you… speak to him, please?”

Hec-Tor looked down at the child clinging to his calves. Imp glared up at him. He did not like playing dress-up any more than Hec-Tor did.

“If I have to suffer through this, so do you.” He informed his son.

The boy gave a screech of disagreement, abandoned his father as an ally, and climbed up a wall instead. Imp shot his father a scathing look of betrayal before wiping half the makeup and cream from his face and smearing it on the expensive wallpaper. Then he disappeared into an air vent.

“Imp!” Hec-Tor shouted after him. Forget ‘feral’ that child could be outright wild sometimes. He got it from Keldor. He was also always a little wild.

Forget doing something productive. Now all Hec-Tor cared about was finding his son in the complicated and labyrinthine ventilation systems of the Imperial palace.

He turned suddenly anxious eyes and misplaced anger on the trio that had been grooming Imp or the introductions. “Find him!”

They ran to comply.

Hec-Tor headed in the opposite direction, long ears piqued. Listening for any movement in the walls that could indicate his errant son. Imp was spry and fast. Of all the members of the Kur family that Hec-Tor had known –both living and dead- Imp was by far the most healthy. His physical defects were extra limbs in the form of wings –that actually functioned!- and a pointed tail. He was also a little under sized for his age, but that just made it easier for him to pull stunts like this!

But the worst part was that Hec-Tor knew, if Keldor were here, he would be egging their child on. Encouraging Imp to make trouble and be an agent of chaos. Keldor would think it was funny. Keldor would be proud.

Damn. Hec-Tor made himself sad.

Before their wedding, during a heavily chaperoned stroll through the grounds of the castle in Eternos, Keldor not only convinced Hec-Tor to ditch their escorts and sneak out, but actually succeeded in doing it! Climbing up a tree close to the castle wall and pushing Hec-Tor over it before the Imperial Prince even knew what was happening. Keldor then took Hec-Tor on a tour of the back-allies of Eternos, a side of the city he was sure no Prince was meant to see.

Imp definitely got this rebelliousness from his other father. It certainly didn’t come from Hec-Tor!

He came to an intersection in the corridors and froze, closing his eyes, listening hard for any scuffling or scurrying sounds that could be Imp trying to evade him. Just barely picking up a faint sound, Hec-Tor made a turn a followed the sound out of the private residential wing and into the business section. If anyone dared give him an odd look for stalking the halls in what was essentially a bathrobe, he snarled at them.

The moment Hec-Tor found an access panel large enough for him, Imp was going to be in so much trouble!

A louder scuffling in the walls.

Imp must be closer!

Hec-Tor leaned against the wall. His ear just a hair’s breadth away from touching the wall –he was still mindful of all the cosmetic work he’d sat through already and did not want to sit through it again.

He followed the scuffling sound. Listening to the metal of the vents shift with the weight of a body. Funny, Imp was never heavy enough to make the vent paneling shift and bow before. But then, Imp was a growing boy.

He followed the movement in the walls he was almost in the public areas of the palace now. A place he did not want to be walking around in a bathrobe and little else. But he wanted to find his son more.

Then he heard Imp give a startled and confused little chirp. And his journey moving in the walls came to a halt. Now the scuffling in the wall was located in only one spot and it was fast and frantic.

“Imp?” Hec-Tor called, hoping the boy could hear him through the drywall and vent plating. “Are you stuck?”

Imp couldn’t answer, of course. While he might be the most physically healthy member of the Kur family, he was also born mute. His vocal cords not forming right during gestation in the vitrine. The only sounds he could make were guttural chirps and squawks. With a wall between them cutting off any visual communication, there was no way for Imp to make his situation and his needs known. Hec-Tor just had to guess and hope he took the appropriate action.

He grabbed the first person he saw, not caring if they were palace staff, or a visiting dignitary (or extended staff) there for his wedding. “You! Get me the head of palace maintenance! Immediately!”

Not sure what else to do, it was all the hapless passerby could do to nod an affirmative and run away the moment Hec-Tor let go of them.

Another squak of dismay drifted through the wall and Hec-Tor once again pressed his ear to the wall. This time he did smear his makeup, but he didn’t care. Some things were more important. “Imp? What is going on in there? Are you injured?”

The only answer he got was a string of confused chittering and trills.

“Imp!?”

People were casting uncertain glances at him now. What if mental instability was another of the Prince’s defects? He was literally yelling at a wall.

“Oh. Well, hello little guy?” Then another voice drifted through the wall. One Hec-Tor had never heard before. Pitchy and nasal.

Was this the head of maintenance come to extricate Imp from the wall for him? It had better be! He did not like the idea of a complete stranger being in a dark enclosed space along with his son whom could not communicate in words.

“Who’s in there?” He demanded.

“Is that your friend out there?” Asked the voice. “Are you stuck?”

Hec-Tor dragged his talons down the decorative wallpaper. He wanted to see what was going on in there. Who was in there with Imp? What were they doing?

“Hang on.” Said the other in the wall. “The thing with old castles and palaces like this is that all the ventilation was built in a closed system so that it’s harder to get inside for regular maintenance and service. See how the plating it warped here? Probably happened over the last hundred years by particles that made it past the first battery of filters. I heard the winds on Horde World can carry rocks as big as a fist a hundred kilometers in the air. I know something that big shouldn’t be able to make it through filters, but when the wind can throw it that high, they can also throw it clean through carbon fiber mesh. Something like that bouncing around these vents, no wonder you got your tail stuck in a warped section.”

Was- was the speaker giving Imp –a five year old child- a lecture on engineering? While they were both stuck in a wall!? Who was this person?

“Almost got ya… there!” There was a metallic popping sound.

Then Imp gave a grateful and relieved little trill.

Hec-Tor sighed. His son was okay. Still in the vents. But unharmed.

“I think I saw an outlet over there.” Presumably, the owner of the voice was pointing, but Hec-Tor could not see it. “C’mon. I’ll show you and make sure you don’t get stuck again.”

The shuffling and scuffling began again. This time moving up. To the ceiling. Hec-Tor looked up, trying to follow the sounds with his eyes.

Then a crack appeared on the ceiling.

Oh! Oh, no! No, no, no! Didn’t the voice in the wall just say this palace was old! If they were a fully grown adult being, they should not be putting their full weight on the ceiling panels. They were meant to be decorative and cover the unsightly support beams and insulation. They were not meant to hold weight!

“Oh.” Apparently, the voice realized this too late. “I might have miscalculated the addition of your weight.”

That was the last thing they said before the whole ceiling came caving down.

A cascade of broken panels and insulation that should have been replaced decades ago came crashing down in the center of the room. Among the debris, a ball of lavender hair came tumbling out. It rolled a few meters away from the main pile.

The hair slithered. Disentangling itself frown around the body of an alien female. Copper skin and fuchsia-red eyes. Wearing dark purple overalls like a menial worker. Maybe she was the head of maintenance. And held in her gloved arms was Imp. He was fine. Cradled and shielded from the debris by her body and hair.

“Well, you’re out.” She announced. Then glanced back at the mess in the middle of the room. “Though, I have a feeling I might be in trouble…”

“Give me my son!” Hec-Tor all but snarled at her.

“Oh. Sure.” She opened her arms and Imp fluttered his wings, flying into his father’s waiting arms. Then the woman paused, as if actually noticing him. “Why are you wearing a bath robe? Oh! Did I drop in on a bathroom!? I’m so sorry! I just wanted to observe the adaptations your architects have made to compensate for the harshness of Horde World. This building is an engineering marvel and I find it fascinating!”

“Who are you?” Demanded the Prince.

“Oh. Uh,” she twiddled her hair.

Under any other circumstances he would have found the fact that her hair moved like limbs quite interesting. But at the moment, he was unimpressed.

“This is a little awkward.” She confessed. “You see, I’m not actually from Horde World. I just came for the wedding. Oh! Maybe I’ll see you there. I should say ‘hi’ at the reception!”

That did not answer his question.

But then, another voice shouted across the room.

“Entrapta!”

A magicat and a scorpioness came running up to here.

Entrapta? Did they just call her ‘Entrapta’? As in Princess Entrapta? His intended. The person he was arranged to marry. This dirt-covered, vent-lurking, inelegant, creature could not possibly be the one his brother meant for him to marry!

“We are so, so sorry!” Said the scorpioness. She lifted ‘Princess Entrapta’ up into her arms.

“Where have you been!” Snarled the magicat. “Not only are we behind schedule, you’re an absolute mess! You can’t meet a Prince of the Horde Empire looking like this!”

Hec-Tor just stood there, staring at them. Did none of them know who he was?

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” The scorpioness said in a much gentler tone. “Maybe the Prince won’t mind. Maybe he likes quirky partners.”

He most certainly did not!

Well, okay. Keldor was pretty quirky. And Hec-Tor loved him. A lot. But Keldor was special! Just going off this first impression, Hec-Tor was not going to like this purple, prehensile haired, vent germline one bit!

This marriage was going to be a disaster.