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justheblueberry Ā· 1 year ago
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miraculous ladybug is certainly the show of all time
i liked the movie tho
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outsideratheart Ā· 2 years ago
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Plans (Alexia Putellas x reader)
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A/N: This idea has been in my head for while but whenever it came to writing it my mind would go blank. I hope you guys like it.
To those around you your departure from Wolfsburg didn't come as a surprise but the rest of the world couldn't believe they would let you go considering the way you performed at the Euros with Germany. For you it wasn't about the money like the rest of the world assumed, you wanted to play for a team that valued you and over the last 18 months Wolfsburg hadn't done that.
You had been playing football since you were 4 years old, got your first professional contract at 16 years old and was the youngest player male or female to become the starting goalkeeper. Throughout your career you never picked up any injuries other than a niggle here and there. That was until a reckless tackle left you needing major surgery on your shoulder and put you on the side line for almost a year. Your return to the starting 11 came in the second leg of the champions league quarter final against Barcelona where you managed to keep a clean sheet and contributed heavily to giving the Spanish side their first loss of the season.
When it came to your contract negotiations you made things very clear, you were the number 1 goalkeeper. It wasn't a claim fuelled with arrogance, it was backed by facts. They had different plans, ones that didn't align with yours so you asked your manager to put some feelers out. Throughout the euros he would keep you updated and when he called to say Sandra Panos was taking an early retirement to spend more time with her family and that Barcelona was interested, you didn't think twice about it. During the summer tournament you, along with your manager, had several video calls with the Catalonian side and came to terms on a contract which pleased both you and the team. They only had one request; it had to kept a secret until Sandra made her announcement.
It's how you found yourself standing outside Joan Camper on 2nd August just two days after you lost the final. You were told to take a few days off to recover from the loss and to take some time off but you didn't want to. Losing the final in extra time was brutal and you couldn't sit around doing nothing or you would obsess over every minute detail.
"You're the new signing?"
You turn on your heels to see Ingrid walking rapidly towards you with Mapi not too far behind her.
"I cannot confirm nor deny" you briefly hugged the Norwegian before she introduced you to Mapi.
The three of you walk into the facility but you are soon pulled aside to sign your contract and make things official. The process itself is tedious, page after page requires your signature and several members of the higher ups take a photo with you. Then the part you were waiting for comes, they give you your shirt. It felt weird seeing your name on the back of anything that wasn't Wolfsburg and it fills you with a bitter sweet feeling even though you know the change was needed.
Shortly after you are led out onto the field so you can be officially introduced to the team. Many of them you had met before when representing Germany but now they were your team mates and there were a couple that had already held that title in the past. You had already seen Ingrid earlier in the morning, Frido welcomes you with open arms stating how happy she is that you're both on the same team again. There was only one person left.
"No way did they let you go" Caro shouts as she runs across the training pitch. She leaps into your arms as soon as she's close enough. Caroline is one of you best friends and you were devastated when you learnt she was leaving Wolfsburg after 6 years.
"Barely even fought for me" you whispered in her ear.
She jumped down and you can tell that she is caught aback by what you've said but she hadn't seen the way they treated you after your injury.
"I bet the girls wasn't happy"
"Not in the slightest. I had to keep it a secret until Panos announced her retirement. Svenja was the first one I told, then Poppi who isn't talking to me, not properly anyways"
After the quick catch up you watch the team train from the sidelines. You wasn't allowed to join in until you completed your medical. The team was worried about putting you to work so soon after the euros so they wanted to put you through some tests before they let you put on your gloves.
As a football fan it was amazing watching the Spanish champions train. The tika taka style is something you have always admired and to see it up close, well it filled you with excitement for the upcoming season. You see Mapi struggling to defend against Caro and you see an opportunity to gain some points with the defender.
"Mapi, come here" you call her over when they split for a drinks break. A few of the players watch as you whisper some tactics in her ear then show her the positioning your former team mate uses. When the scrimmage resumes you watch as Mapi follows your advice and stops Caro twice in a row.
When Mapi looks your way she points at you leading the Norwegian to realise what you must have told her.
"That's not fair" Caro complains.
"How did you know what she'd do?" Ana asks you.
"It's my job to know how attackers think so that I can stop them. Caro is a creature of habit and hasn't changed her style since she left Wolfsburg so it was easy" your football IQ had helped you become the player you are and it's the reason why teams did more research on you than any other goalkeeper.
"Clearly not if you couldn't stop her at Camp Nou" Pina's voice is laced with smugness.
Out the corner of your eye you can see a couple of players shaking their head, a few even burying their face in their hands.
"It's hard to do that when youā€™re watching from the stands Claudia" the young forward was clearly confused "I had only just been cleared by our doctor so I wasn't playing"
Pina went bright red when she realises the mistake she had made.
"Alexia's going to love playing with her. I wonder if she knew Y/N was signing with us" Marta whispers to Caro.
"I think she knew before us but not by much. Just wait until they can play together, the way their minds work will be make them dangerous. Speaking of, Y/N!" Caro shouts over to you "Have you met Alexia yet?"
"No, I heard she is coming in later for some physio so I will meet her after my physical"
The team share a look. Alexia sang your praises often and it was no secret that she admired you not only on the pitch. They wished they could be a fly on the wall for the first meeting between the two of you.
As expected you pass your medical with no issues. The cardio test is easy and even though you were fresh off a gruelling tournament you showed no signs of fatigue. The only thing they were a little cautious on was your shoulder, in the lead up the winning England goal you were taking out Ā by a white shirt and during the ceremony you were seen holding your elbow to limit the pressure on the joint.
The physio asks if you want the TV on whilst she works. You connect your phone and play a reply of the Euros final. The doctor scoffs beside you but doesn't say anything. After the champions league they learnt the importance of understanding a loss.
You are laid on a treatment table as the physio tries her best to turn your shoulder inside out. The pain was there and it was more than you were willing to admit but you had a strict recovery routine and you didn't do it after the final so you were a little sore. The physio tells you to lay on your front so she can look at the muscle behind your shoulder. Your focus is 100% on your breathing and trying to relax, so much so that you don't hear the door open or the sound of crutches travel across the room. It is only when you hear her speaking to one of the other physios closest do you wave yours off so you can finally meet your new captain.
You wait for her to finish talking before introducing yourself, only Alexia beats you to it.
"I never thought we get the chance to play together. I'm Alexia" Alexia is quick to remove her arm from one of her crutches so that she is able to shake your hand.
ā€œY/N Y/L/Nā€
Even though it has been a month since her surgery you can tell she isn't used to her crutches so you pat the closest treatment table so she can sit down.
ā€œMucho gustoā€
ā€œIgualmenteā€
Alexia's eyes widen at your Spanish response, even more so that it sounds authentic even with your german accent.
"Surprised the German speaks Spanishā€ You laugh a little at her shocked response. Truth is as soon as a potential move to Barcelona got brought up you started studying the language straight away. You had welcomed many people to Wolfsburg and you told them the same thing 'learn the language and get to know to the culture'. You had been putting in the work on the first one but given this is your first day in Barcelona you hadn't had to chance to experience the second.
"Mm-hmm" she was impressed and you knew it.
ā€œIt would be ignorant of me to move to a different country and not make the effort to learn their language. I was just doing some extra physio work but i'll get out of your hair so you can start yours"
"No, no. I don't mind you been here" Alexia surprised herself by allowing you to be there when she does her rehab. Since the injury she has been keeping herself to herself but there was something about you that made her feel comfortable. Maybe it was the fact that you had been through something similar to her, you understand what it was like to be at your peak then have everything come crashing down.
Alexia gets changed into some training gear and when she re enters the room you are stood up as the doctor assesses the movement of your recently healed shoulder. Your upper body was covered in noting but a sports bra revealing your sculpted arms and toned abs.
Alexia admired the view in front of her, maybe for a little bit longer than she should have for when she meets your eyes she sees that you've caught her.
ā€œIā€™m sorry, I...I" Alexia stumbles over her words and you find it adorable "I was ā€”ā€
ā€œChecking me out" you finish her sentence, smirking as you do so when you see her cheeks flush red "Donā€™t be embarrassed, own it. Do you want me to turn around so you can have a full lookā€
Alexia laughs as you walk back towards the bench as if there's a catwalk ā€œenjoying the view from behind?ā€ you almost shout back to her
ā€œYesā€ you turn hastily, shocked at the new confidence Alexia has "What? You said to own it"
"Touche Putellas, touche"
Alexia starts her rehab whilst you sit back on the bench wearing a compression sleeve which is hooked up to a machine to monitor the pressure. After twenty minutes she notices what is playing on the TV and he first instinct to to scold you for tourturing yourself but it would make her a hypocrite because she did the same thing after Turin.
It gets to the final ten minutes and you know what is about to come. You fists turn into balls as Chloe Kelly's shot hits the back of the net. Your eyes close for a brief moment and a single tear falls down your cheek as you do so.
"It was a handball" the soft voice brought you back to the present.
"Doesn't matter. I should have been better" you couldn't bring yourself to look at Alexia.
"It's not on you Y/N" Alexia tries to console you but she knew nothing would take away the sting of losing such an important game "I know it's easy to blame yourself when your team loses but a loss cannot be placed on one person's shoulders"
"Especially if that person isn't able to play" you knew that you might be pushing the boundaries of your friendship which was formed not even an hour ago but you knew she needed to hear it.
"It's that obvious" you send her a look that says yes "It's hard not to think what would've happened if I could have played but i'm coming to term with this" she point to her knee showing that she was starting to accept her injury.
"I don't know if this will help but I knew we would beat you before the Euros even started. After the Italy game I saw your team's weak spot. Your number 10 Hermoso"
You see Alexia wince at the mention of her former team mate and ex girlfriend.
"I take your face as confirmation that the rumours were true" Alexia nods her head "Ok well back to what I was saying. Hermoso played a bigger role than your team realised and you couldn't replace her, it was obvious you were still experimenting when the Euros started. So let's say you were healthy because I worked really hard to build what we called an APS, Alexia Putellas--
"Segura?"
"Close but the S stood for strategy, the Alexia Putellas Strategy. I worked with Lena Oberdorf for months perfecting it and I am confident when I say she would have made your job incredibly difficult when we played each other"
"I guess there's only one way to find out" Alexia says as she continues her rehab. The thought of playing against you and seeing this APS in person gave her a little bit of extra motivation.
It is almost an hour later when Alexia is done and although you finished over 45 minutes ago you didn't want to leave. You were enjoying getting to know your new team mate with it been just the two of you. The first few questions revolved around your career, after that you refused to talk shop, normal question only. You discussed everything from top 5 movies of all time to favourite Christmas memory. Without knowing it you had both put each other on pedestals and this time alone together made you both human.
Before going home you had to get your new training clothes from the locker room. When you leave the building you see Alexia sitting on a bench typing furiously on her phone.
"Is everything ok?" you ask the midfielder.
"My sister is suppose to be picking me up and now I can't get a hold of her"
You hear her leave a voicemail for who you can only guess is her sister. The way she furiously speaks leaves you no chance of understanding what she said.
"That wasn't Spanish"
"Catalonian"
"I'll add it to my list" you joke.
Alexia is clearly stressed out about the situation and it leaves you no choice but to be her knight is shinning armour.
"Calm down" you place you hand over her phone screen "If you want I can take you home"
"To my mum's"
"Ok, let's go" You take her bag before she can argue and lead her to where you've parked.
Once in the car you give Alexia your phone so she can pick the music. The drive to her mum's is done in comfortable silence, the only sound was Spanish music and Alexia's instructions. You pull up outside, get her crutches and bag from the boot before helping her of the car and following her to the front door. The path isn't exactly even so you are cautious of every step she takes. Her mum, having not recognised the car outside her house, meets you both at the door.
"Querida, I thought Alba was picking you up" She takes the bag from you.
"Me too but she never showed"
Alexia's mum stays in the door way with you and Alexia on the other side of the threshold. It's almost like Alexia doesn't want the day to end as much as you do.
"Are you going to introduce me to your new friend?"
"Mum, this is Y/N Y/L/N our new goalkeeper. She played for Germany and she used to play for Wolfsburg"
"I thought she looked familiar. She's the one you couldn't stop talking about the other night when we watched the final. Sorry about the result Carino"
You still didn't like the pity in people's eyes when the give you their condolences for the loss. It is something that Alexia is quick to pick up on.
"Y/N this is my mum Eli Putellas Segura"
"It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs Putellas or is it Segura" the panic in your tone is small but it's heard by the two Putellas women.
"You can call me Eli. Thank you for driving my daughter home. Would you like to come in for a drink?"
Truth is you would love to but you had already made plans.
"Maybe another time. Ingrid is letting me stay with her for the next fews day and in return I agreed to cook dinner"
"Did the club not help you find an apartment?" Alexia asks, her eyebrow slightly crooked as frustration grows within her.
"They did but for obvious reasons they didn't expect me to be in Barcelona so soon. Something about taking some time off" you joke.
"And you wanted to get back to work" Alexia understands you completely.
"See, you get it. If only everybody did instead of worrying about me" you laugh off your wish.
Eli watches the two of you go back and forth for a few more minutes. She couldn't believe you had only ever met on the pitch because the sight before her looks more like a reunion between old friends than a scene between two people who only got introduced today.
Both mother and daughter stand by the door as they watch you get back into your car.
"So what's going on between you two then?" Eli wasn't blind and the connection that was slowly forming between you and Alexia was clear to anyone with eyes.
"I don't know. She will be good for the team though"
"And for you. I haven't seen you smile like that since you came back from England"
"She understands what I'm going through" Alexia's reply was short and sweet.
Over the next few months you continued your rehab sessions even though you were fully cleared. You even coincided your sessions with Alexia's when possible so that you could spend as much time with her . You even took part in her workouts on top of your own. It was exhausting but totally worth it.
You suggested that the club invest in a reflex grid, it was made up of several shapes connect by ropes. Every time the ball hit a shape, it would send it in a different direction. Some nights you would stay behind with the goalkeeper coach to do some extra practices using your new toy. Alexia would watch from the window of the treatment room and even came outside to watch you train. The team saw the way you brought out the old side of Alexia, the one they feared went away when she had her surgery. They wanted to know if anything was going on but your former Wolfsburg team mates told them that you were a very private person and given that Alexia is in the middle of rehabbing her knee, you most likely wouldn't have made a move.
It was after one of those late night sessions that Alexia joined you on the pitch. She hadnā€™t done it much because she hated being on the grass and not being able to lace up her boots. You were tidying up when you saw her walking over.
ā€œYou looked like you were having fun?ā€ Alexia helps you put the balls back in the bag. You can see her thinking about doing something with it but ultimately decides against it.
ā€œDonā€™t be sad Alexia, youā€™ll be the one taking shots at me before you know it. As for me having fun I was. I saw you watching, did you enjoy the show?ā€ You judged her slightly.
ā€œIā€™m gayā€ she blurts out.
When you turn to face Alexia you see her stood a few meters behind you. Clearly she stopped walking and you didnā€™t realise.
ā€œIā€™m honoured that your feel comfortable enough to share this information, I really am but youā€™ve got to know by now that I already knew thisā€
ā€œThen why havenā€™t you made a move? We have been flirting for months, I spend more time with you than anyone else yet you havenā€™t asked me out. Why? Is it because Iā€™m broken?ā€ She points to her knee. Even now she was still coming to terms with her injury and it caused her confidence to take a huge hit.
You walk back to where she was standing. She has no idea how difficult it was for you to respect where she is in her life.
ā€œAlexiaā€ you take a hold of her hand ā€œI like you more than I have anyone in a very long time. Youā€™re beautiful, strong and when I was at my lowest you put me back together when you had your own issues to focus on. I would love nothing more than to take you out for dinner but right now you have to focus on your recovery. Trust me when I say I have plans for us once you're back on the pitchā€
ā€œYou do?ā€ Alexia asks in disbelief.
With a simple nod of your head a huge grin appears on her face.
ā€œSo right now I won't act on my feelings. Instead I will stay by your side and be there in whichever way possible"
"Vale" the way Alexia smiles and how it reaches her eyes gives you an incredible feeling. Then again everything she did had you feeling a certain type of way, you couldn't quite put a finger on what it was but in a time were things were new and uncertain she brought you peace.
It was the right thing to do yet you regretted your decision of not pursuing Alexia every time you were near her. Since the night you admitted your plans the energy between the two of you changed and when you were in a room together the tension was heavy and obvious to anyone who took a few seconds to watch you both.
It was during media day when the team really saw the connection between the two of you. The morning was spent doing interviews and the afternoon was spent taking photos for social media and the team website. The last set of photos to be taken was of the team wearing a new limited edition kit. At first everything was normal but when it came to Alexia's turn you could sense something was off. You knew she hated getting her photo taken especially when it was this staged but it was something deeper than that. You watched as she shakily tied her boots and re-adusted her socks for the umpteenth time. It is only when you see her staring at her knee do you understand what's going on.
"Give us the room" you tell the other players.
Many of them argue that they need to get changed too but quite frankly you don't care. Even when the women around you try to get your attention you don't take your eyes of Alexia whose own begin to well up ever so slightly as she gets more and more overwhelmed.
"Now!" you raise your voice this time and it doesn't come as a surprise when the team do as they're told.
As soon as they leave you close the door behind them and lock it. When you turn around you see Alexia's hands shaking as she once again adjusts her socks.
"Talk to me Ale"
You crouch down so that you can see her. Her hands tremble as you hold them tightly.
"My socks won't cover it"
Many people didn't understood the psychological affect scars had and the visible ones took a knock to your confidence that was difficult to overcome. You knew this feeling all two well but it's the first time you see Alexia struggling with the reminder of her surgery.
ā€œEvery scar tells a story. This one, if I remember correctlyā€ you point the scar on her right index finger ā€œtells me you're not as skilled in the kitchen as you are on the pitchā€ Alexia sniffled as a small chuckle escapes her mouth ā€œand this oneā€ you place your hand just above her knee not wanting to overstep her boundaries, she nods her head letting you know itā€™s ok for you to touch it.
Alexia's breath hitches slightly as you stroke over the reminder of her ACL surgery. The goosebumps that form on her legs let you know the affect your touch has on her but now isn't to time to tease.
ā€œThis one tells the story of a strong women who was given the option to give up but she chose to fight. It tells me that even when she wanted to give up she kept going. It shows bravery and resilienceā€ despite a voice telling you not to, you place a gentle kiss on her knee.
"It reminds me that I'm broken" Alexia tries to swallow the ball of emotion that is rising the the surface.
This side of Alexia is one that you have gotten to known well over the past few months but it seems like this time the pain runs deeper than before. She had been cleared to train on the pitch starting next week but the scar on her knee is a constant reminder of how quickly things can change.
"You're not broken Alexia and you should wear that scar with pride"
"Like you do yours?" she is quick to respond and it's clear she is trying to pick a fight because it means you won't talk about her scar anymore.
You quickly take off your shirt and chuck it aside revealing three scars on your left shoulder. She trails her thumb along each scar in a similar motion to what you did only minutes ago.
"Happy?" you raise your eyebrows as you hope to have satisfied the woman in front of you.
"You hide your scars Y/N and you can't say you don't. You swapped shirts with Lola when we played Atleti but you waited until you were in the tunnel so that nobody saw you without a shirt on"
"Maybe I just didn't want you to be jealous when people start ogling my sculpted physique"
"Y/N I'm being serious. I've used you as inspiration for my recovery. You worked hard, got your spot back on the team and lead your to country to the Euros final"
You groan slightly as she mentions the final. It was still a sore subject and she knew it.
"I know you don't like talking about it but you should. You worked your way back to a major tournament, it's something I hope to do as well. Don't you see that you are telling me not to be ashamed of my scar when you are of yours"
Alexia was right, she knew it and you did too. Your team mates, past and present, would consider you a great leader and the reason for that is because you would never ask them to do something you wouldn't do yet this exactly what you are asking of Alexia.
An idea comes to mind. You may not be the captain of this team but you still have to lead by example and that it exactly what you planned on doing.
"Come with me" you hold you hand out and Alexia takes it happily.
Your entrance to the other room gains the attention of the rest of the team. You aren't wearing a shirt and Alexia is holding your hand.
"I'll show them mine if you show them yours, ok?" you ask Alexia who hesitantly nods her head.
You ask a member of the staff for a pair of scissors and ignore the questions coming from your team mates and the co-ordinator of the photoshoot who is reminding you that there is only one goalkeeper shirt. A few gasps can be heard when you cut the sleeves off your shirt.
"Y/N! What are you doing?" someone tries to stop you but they are too late.
"Time to show the world that injuries do not define you and your scars are not something you have to hide"
You see Alexia smiling ear to ear when she realises what you are doing. After putting on your goalkeeper gloves, you grab and ball, hold it forward and turn slightly so that you scars are fully exposed. The photographer begins taking photos immediately and is loving your new found confidence.
"I want to do it too" Mapi shouts before taking her shirt off and cutting the sleeves.
You can see a staff member glaring at you but you can only mouth an apology. You ruining the kit was one thing but now there were two shirts which were now made of less material than the others.
Alexia watches you mess around with Mapi. She knows that you have done this for her but she still isn't sure. A couple of the other players join you in taking less than professional photos but it sums up the team perfectly; a group of a people who mess around together and enjoy each others company.
"Alexia" you sing and she saunters over to you.
Doubt still lingers in her eye but you reassure her that it will be ok and she believes you. She pulls her sock down revealing the full length of her scar.
"Beautiful" you lower your tone so that only she can hear you.
Upon request, you and Alexia pose for a few photos together. You're favourite is the one where you are down on one knee pretending to shine Alexia's boot. It was the perfect shot as it showed both her scar and yours.
She cannot be sure if its the vulnerability she is feeling or the fact that you have once again gone out of your way to make her feel better that causes her to do what she does next. She wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you close. The proximity in which you faces are is the biggest challenge you've faced yet. Every part of you is yearning to feel her lips on yours but you somehow show restraint. Alexia on the other hand doesn't care for such thing.
You could hear a pin drop when she leans in to kiss you just on the corner of your mouth. It is the quickest kiss you have ever experienced and leaves you frozen in place. Did she really just do that in front of the team?
"Thank you Y/N"
She walks away without saying another word. If she were to turn around you would the smugness of her face. After finding out you wanted to pursue something more with her, Alexia bided her time, waiting to strike. Her injury made her feel helpless but she needed to she you just how daring she can be.
"ScheiƟe" you run your fingers through your hair as you try to bury the desire to go after the Catalonian and finish what she started.
"How's that will power now?" Caro teased you.
In that moment you regretted confiding in the Norwegian about your feelings for the captain.
"On the verge of being non existent"
"Can we get some cold water for the keeper please" Mapi jokes.
Since that day Alexia wasted no opportunity she had to tease and rile you up. It's as if coming to terms with her scar was the last thing on her list, other than her first game but that was coming soon. She had been given the clear the start training with the ball and when it came to set pieces and ball in motion training she requested that you be in goal because she knew you wouldn't takei it easy on her and that she would have to earn a goal with you in between the sticks.
Weeks pass and soon enough it is Alexia's first game back. The way the crowd erupts as she enters the pitch at the 67th minute is enough to make goosebumps rise to the surface of your skin. It showed just how much this club loves her and seeing a stray tear fall down her cheek shows you what the club means to her.
When the final whistle is blown the team waste no time in celebrating the return of their captain but you choose to observe from a distance. You were still new to the team and you didn't want to intrude on a moment between family because that's what this team was.
As Alexia walks towards you she has a huge smile on her face and you know exactly what she is feeling. Even the way she walked was different, it's almost as if she was lighter.
You open your arms out expecting a short hug but Alexia's arms tighten around you and you feel her tears fall down your neck.
"It's ok, let it out"
She takes a few moment to gather her emotions and with a deep breathe she pulls away to face you.
"I'm back on the pitch. You know what this means"
Of course you did. you haven't been able to think about anything else since the team got told about Alexia's return game.
"I'll pick you up tomorrow at 6"
"That's it?" you knew alexia had a need for control and her knowing only when you'll pick her up sent her inner control freak into panic.
"That's all you need to know for now"
The two of you do a lap around El Johan as you take up the atmosphere. It truly was like nothing else you've experienced before, the support of the fans was unmatched. In the past few months you surprised yourself at the amount of restraint you showed Alexia but in this moment it was worth it. She was fit, healthy and back doing the thing she loved. Ā 
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icantlivewithoutdreaming Ā· 8 months ago
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Bad batch finale.
Spoilers bellow. I hope you read this. I need a hug and I love you all so much.
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I really donā€™t know what to say. I need time to recover. I donā€™t remember feeling like this watching another show.
Of course I was devastated with Rebels and The Clone Wars. But this is different.
Tech really meant something to me.
Iā€™m writing this and I canā€™t stop sobbing.
I was so sure. So sure. I have been posting and writing hypothesis for over a year. I never believed he was gone. Never. Not even a single day.
I didnā€™t cry when the second season ended. How could I? I was so sure. I was convinced he was coming back.
Watching the trailer and then the episodes week after weekā€¦ i knew it. CX-2 WAS TECH.
I cannot fucking believe it.
I didnā€™t cry then, but it finally hit me and Iā€™m grieving.
Knowing that MANY characters in Star Wars returned back from the dead, I assumed it was going to be the same with Tech. I remember being so angry during Plan 99. I was thinking: ā€œThis scene is so good. The stakes were high and itā€™s understandable that there should be a sacrifice. But Iā€™m angry with Star Wars cause a death is never a death. So I cannot take in the sacrifice cause Techā€™s alive and well.ā€
Now that I knowā€¦ I donā€™t think that I can rewatch that scene. I donā€™t think I can.
He died. And I never believed it. Not even for a second.
When season 3 started, a small part of me was ready to accept it. I needed a conversation between the Batch. A memorial. Something similar to Maydayā€™s. Anything.
We didnā€™t get thatā€¦ so I kept on hoping.
And I was wrong. So wrong.
I read so many fics. So many.
I know many of you said that you were going to go back to AUs but I donā€™t think Iā€™m ready.
How can I? When he is truly gone?
Maybe some of you donā€™t care. Some of you were right in calling us Deluluā€¦ but there were so many parallels this season.
So many.
Iā€™m devastated.
This was my comfort show.
I donā€™t think I will be watching this anytime soon.
Thank you all for these amazing 4 years. Itā€™s been a pleasure going through this journey with all of you.
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Extinct Disney Parks and Attractions tournament round 1: Group A1
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Reminder, you don't have had to experience any of the attractions/experiences to vote! Just read in the info and/or watch the vid,then vote for which you wish you would have experienced more/which sounds cooler!
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Shark Reef at Typhoon Lagoon: 1989-2016
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YOU COULD SNORKEL WITH SAFE SHARKS YOU GUYS! WITHOUT AN UP-CHARGE! (I believe there was a side where you could pay to stay longer or something? Or have a longer experience privately or something, idk) It was so cool. You rented snorkling gear and swam across a pool with real fish and sharks. You could go in the sub and watch from there if you were too scared, and it had fun creaking sound effects in it. I remember seeing it in Disney Singalong Songs: Mickey's Fun Songs: Beach Party and I was obsessed with it but too scared to do it for the longest time, but thankfully I did before they closed it! When I came back the parks after like 7 years, I was devastated to see it gone/just have the top of the sub left. Now it is literally just sand with a bunch of beach chairs D:
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Kim Possible: World Showcase Adventure: Epcot (2009-2012)
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"never got to experience this one myself but as a diehard kim possible fan I gotta submit it"
Guys, this was so freaking cool and unique. And while the base of this still exists as Agent P's World Showcase Adventure and now Ducktales, this was the superior version. You literally got a Kimmunicator! But like Wade would contact you for secret mission around world showcase and your device would activate certain interactive things hidden in world showcase, and gave you clues for each mission! Like hidden stuff would appear only when you had your Kimmunicator and stuff at the right spot. It was so cool!
Here is an overview of how stuff worked/good info on it
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My most controversial and risky prediction for GO S3 but I need to put it to paper in case Iā€™m right:
No flashbacks.
Based on Neilā€™s own statements, the flashbacks in season 1 episode 3 were necessary in order for their ā€œbreakupā€ at the end of the episode to ā€œbreak our heartsā€. They served a purpose of showing us extra context for the scope of Crowley and Aziraphaleā€™s relationship so when we saw them angry and hurt and walking away from each other it would hurt us.
Season 2 flashbacks are episodical in episodes 2, 3, and 4. They were also written by guest writers, not Neil. To our understanding thus far, Neil alone is writing S3. The flashbacks here served to BREAK OUR HEARTS at the end of the season in an argument that very much follows the beats of the bandstands argument. In many ways season 2 is just an extra long version of S1 E3 (and Iā€™m here for it). And the flashback which opens the show ā€œBefore the Beginningā€ serves to contextualize Aziraphaleā€™s desire to ā€œmakeā€ Crowley an Angel again (ie showing us he knew Crowley at what appears his happiest: creating on behalf of God as an Angel). So in both cases, these were giving us information or āœØvibesāœØwe needed later in order to get the emotional weight of what was happening in the final 15
What would flashbacks serve us in S3 when we donā€™t need context to break our hearts? In fact, what would looking backwards do when we are evidently looking toward the future for these characters? We KNOW that S3 ends with Crowley and Azirpahale living happily ever after in the South Downs Cottage. We know this directly from the horses mouth from a talk Neil and Terry gave together (in the 90s? I think?) and an ask on Tumblr when Neil answered ā€œnot yetā€ after S1 and a tumblrina asked ā€œare Crowley and Aziraphale in the South Downs Cottageā€. I cannot imagine a world in which Neil would change the known canon Terry seems to have written or at the very least accepted.
Secondly, thatā€™s just not how stories work. We have this second act ā€œbreak upā€ to enjoy the catharsis of a third act happily ever after; just like the beats of episode 6 of season 1. If S2 was a longer version of S1 E3, then S3 is gonna be S1 eps 4-6 on steroids.
And what did S1 E4,5&6 NOT have? Any flashbacks.
Now I do have a caveatā€¦. I believe we are not done with 1941. I said no ā€œflashbacksā€ plural, but I could see the story opening with WHAT ELSE HAPPENED IN 1941 and why Aziraphale did the apology dance as a mirror for the apologies that will probably take place to mend their relationship., or maybe it opens episode 2. But anyway thatā€™s the only one I can see happening for the power of three in writing (itā€™s the only year to get screen time in S1 and S2 so it would be poetic for it to finish its mini story within the larger show by appearing in S3) and because it was referenced mysteriously for the apology dance which we clearly didnā€™t see in the minisode/flashback.
A few things to note:
I would be devastated to loose flashbacks. Iā€™m not saying any of the above is my preference but it is the feeeeeling I get for the writing without much legit evidence. Iā€™m going on vibes here
I could be TOTALLY WRONG for one big reason being āœØdramatic ironyāœØ, ie I could see a flashback of The Fall or Crowley as a previous Supreme Archangel that contextualizing why and how badly Aziraphaleā€™s suggestion hurt him without AZIRAPHALE being in the flashback or privy to the knowledge
I could simply be wrong cuz the flashbacks are popular and why quit at a good thing?
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girl4music Ā· 2 years ago
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Have I ever written about how much I love the episode ā€˜Wild At Heartā€™? I mean in-depth? Comprehensively?
No? Okay, letā€™s do that. Prepare for a long rant on what is without a doubt, for me, the most compelling and well-written episode of the whole damn show.
And ironically enough Buffy is barely in itā€¦
What stands out to me the most about ā€˜Wild At Heartā€™ is the exploration of the motif ā€˜The Beastā€™. Now theyā€™ve done this several times before in the 3 previous seasons before it. Season 1ā€™s ā€˜The Packā€™, Season 2ā€™s ā€˜Innocenceā€™, and of course Season 3ā€™s ā€˜Beauty And The Beastsā€™. Itā€™s a recurring idea designed to make you stop and think deeper. And even later than Season 4, some of Spikeā€™s centric episodes also do very well in exploring this motif.
However, what Season 4ā€™s ā€˜Wild At Heartā€™ does is shows you something different. Youā€™re now getting to see through the perspective of ā€˜The Beastā€™. Oz is ā€˜The Beastā€™ in this narrative. Or rather Ozā€™s werewolf ID is. But the narrative really goes deep in investigating as to whether there are 2 entirely different and separate IDā€™s fighting for dominance within Oz. Or just 1 ID that is just confused or even brainwashed about his true nature. The episodeā€™s antagonist, Veruca, brings up the point of view that Oz is the werewolf all the time but has just been domesticated, and therefore blindly believes that he is human all the time and just has a condition of which he can keep in control of and sever himself from. Now because Veruca is the antagonist, weā€™re supposed to just take what she says to him with a grain of salt because sheā€™s only saying it to lure him to her side, to her world, to being a creature of the night like she is. Oz doesnā€™t want to believe or even accept Verucaā€™s point of view about how his true nature is the wolf and his humanity is the falsity.
Now before I get into why this episode is fucking fantastic to me as far as what I can learn from it, I want to ask a question: Is Veruca wrong for telling Oz this? Or letā€™s go even further: Is Veruca evil for trying to convince Oz through selfish methods that he cannot sever himself from the wolf because her point of view is that she and he is actually the wolf full time?
You see, I donā€™t think she is. In fact thatā€™s what I find most intriguing and compelling about ā€˜Wild At Heartā€™. No one is evil. No one is wrong. Every perspective given or that we experience through the characters is a valid perspective worth study and debate. Itā€™s worth considering and opening our minds to the possibility that Veruca might actually be right about Oz, or at least herself. And what truly makes me open my mind to Verucaā€™s perspective is what Oz does to Veruca at the climax of the episode. He kills her to protect the woman he loves. Willow. He does something he has never vowed to do in order to protect the love of his life. Kill for her. He decides, as the human, to kill Veruca. Sure, the killing itself happens while he is in werewolf form. But to me, that only validates her point of view even further. Because where then does the line between human and werewolf lie? And thatā€™s what Oz learns. Itā€™s devastating but it is a conflict within him that would come up sooner or later even if Veruca didnā€™t make an appearance. And thus, he has to make the very difficult decision to leave or stay, stating that very same sentiment. Where is the line?
That final interaction and conversation between Oz and Willow - which by the way, Alysonā€™s acting here is fucking phenomenal. Specifically her tear work is top notch! She fucking kills me when I see her crying through her lines of dialogue in this scene. Sheā€™s an amazing performer as far as showing emotional vulnerability whilst in the midst of dialogue goes - But back to the subject before praising Hanniganā€™s acting abilities. That conversation they have where Oz has made up his mind on leaving without consulting Willow first. Itā€™s easy to see how Oz is selfish for doing this and maybe he is. However, I can completely sympathise with his situation and respect his decision to leave Willow and to leave Sunnydale completely. Iā€™ve actually argued this perspective in response to an earlier post on Tumblr about Angel never staying with Buffy when shit goes down between them and how he is selfish for it but instead used Tara as the example to argue in Angelā€™s defence. And it didnā€™t occur to me at the time that Oz was actually the better example because Oz is ā€˜The Beastā€™ in the narrative - just like Angel is. Using Tara actually didnā€™t make all that much sense now that I think about it because itā€™s the OTHER PERSON that is ā€˜The Beastā€™ in the narrative with their situation. Itā€™s Willow. Not Tara. But anyway - the reason to use Tara as the example in coming to Angelā€™s defence was because I donā€™t believe it to be selfish. I donā€™t believe it to be wrong. I donā€™t believe it to be evil. Either in Angelā€™s case with him leaving Buffy, in Ozā€™s case with him leaving Willow, in Xanderā€™s case with him leaving Anya. And especially not in Taraā€™s case with her leaving Willow. Why? Because commitment and loyalty and even loveā€¦ I guess, - itā€™s very difficult to put any of that above the real risk that you might hurt the one you love or anyone innocent for that matter if you stick around them. If you stay with them. If your presence poses a potential threat and danger. And being the one that has to leave in that case is a very complex predicament to be in that cannot be simply put down to selfishness vs selflessness or right vs wrong or good vs evil. Thereā€™s so much more information to take into account with being in situations like this, and from the outside-looking-in, itā€™s just so easy to pick a side to pick on rather than consider the validness of all sides or the perspectives/point-of-views of all the characters and weigh the pros and cons of what matters more at that particular moment in time. Of what prevents the risk.
I guess another reason why I thought it best to use Tara as an example in defending Angelā€™s choice to leave Buffy and his reasoning for doing so was because sheā€™s a female. Because you see all the other examples Iā€™ve given above are maleā€¦ and let me just say,ā€¦ itā€™s extremely hard for me to argue the ā€˜selflessā€™ perspective because itā€™s always a male that leaves the female ā€˜for their own goodā€™. It gets into ā€˜misogynyā€™ and ā€˜mansplainingā€™ and all sorts of irrelevant shit that actually has nothing to do with whatā€™s even going on in the situation in the episode! The gender identity politics that get brought up whenever I attempt to talk about the complex and usually negative events in ā€œBtVSā€™ when it involves a male character in any capacity leaving a female character are insane to me and the conversation turns into something else entirely and the perspective Iā€™m trying to argue goes places I never intend it to go. Iā€™m talking about the themes, the situations, the experiences, the narratives and my genuine interest in it all. Iā€™m not talking about male vs female. Iā€™m arguing for a side and in defence of a CHARACTER, not a gender! We can certainly talk about why we believe a character is wrong or evil or selfish or questionableā€¦ whatever. But as soon as it hits gender identity politics, Iā€™m out! Because thatā€™s just not what Iā€™m trying to get across when arguing the ā€˜selflessā€™ perspective. So I chose Tara as the example to avoid all of that. And to be honest, it never occurred to me to choose Oz at all.
But Oz does have a somewhat similar situation to Angel in that he is still a beast and this beast is an alter ego of sorts that is separated from the soul. And in much the same way, his emotions and hormones and feelings are tethered to Willow and his love for her. And at the same time, those same emotions, hormones and feelings are what trigger ā€˜The Beastā€™ to come out of its cage. But ā€˜Wild At Heartā€™ does make you really question and analyze the point of view that maybe there really isnā€™t a line between ā€˜The Beastā€™ and the soul, the werewolf and the human, the selfless vampire and the selfish monster. Or if there really isā€¦ then itā€™s not a line that can be consciously traversed. It takes immense self-awareness, self-discovery, self-growth, self-discipline to come to stand at that line were it even visibly there to seeā€¦ and actively choose not to cross it over being shoved right into it due to unforeseen and uncontrollable circumstances or just plain bad luck. Iā€™m not excusing the sinful actions that occur as a result but I am trying to pay more attention with a neutral and unbiased mindset. I am trying to keep an open mind. ā€˜Wild At Heartā€™ provokes my thoughts to the point where I am debating in my own head (we INTPs tend to do that a lot) as to whether to agree with Oz or agree with Willow or even agree with Veruca. I canā€™t make up my own mind. All I know when I watch it is that I cannot fault anyone for what happens in itā€¦ and that thatā€™s the reason why I think itā€™s the most well-written storyline in ā€˜BtVSā€™. Because the best written art/entertainment to me does make me question and assess my own thoughts, feelings and opinions constantly on an endless loop. If it doesnā€™t make me do that - itā€™s so dull and quite the chore to get through. I find myself waiting for it to end. Not so with material that provokes my thoughts. And much of ā€˜BtVSā€™ does, I admit. But ā€˜Wild At Heartā€™ is a whole other entity when it comes to that. Itā€™s just got so many layers to it and everything that goes on is high drama but so nuanced and unstated that part of the reason to watch it again and again is just to pick up on detail or insight that Iā€™ve never noticed before. As all of my favourite art/entertainment makes me do.
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Spn postcanon updates:
First of all, thereā€™s a big update on the Blatantly Meta side of things that Iā€™m not quite sure how to speak on appropriately. This take on spn postcanon being what it is, it both is a massive crossover, inevitably MUST include meta/irl stuff relating to the media involved, and, truly infuriatingly in this case, absolutely makes perfect coherent sense with said irl events and even provided perfectly-timed leadup.
That being said, in-universe and irl it happened so fast, and was devastating in a way that nobody could have predicted.
Lucifer returning to massacre Hellā€™s lower levels should have been a warning.
The Metatron approaching Frenchfuck over here so blatantly and offering salvation in exchange for information really should have been a warning.
What happened to Ezekiel (an old alias, but yknow what? sure) the week before really, really, REALLY should have been a warning. Even though he was confirmed to have made it back to Heaven almost immediately with commendations for physical-destruction-in-line-of-duty, the way it happened should have been a warning, I mean he was literally all over the fucking ceiling.
Anyway, those safe houses in London, and the entities that kept them, are destroyed. Scorched earth. So many others were attacked at the same time, most of them still not accounted for. So far nobody seems to have survived. ā€œOur sideā€ lost about 1/4 of its forces within the past weekend. London, Edinburgh, PNW, possibly any remaining foothold in the House of Nyx, and too many individual allies/teams to list. Gabriel was one though.
Given who was targeted, how they were connected, various bits of meta/shitposting, and of course the actual new antagonist(?) looming in a certain superhero showā€¦
Itā€™s time to admit that the worst is true. Azazel is back, and heā€™s still wearing John.
Between that and that French bastard (no actual name, some Fae are just like that) selling the remaining Seasonal Gods out to the Metatron in exchange for some slim chance at surviving the apocalypse, anyone surviving is between a rock and a hard place. Azazelā€™s on the fucking warpath razing entire established safehouses to the ground left and right, Metatron is turning his power over ā€œThe Word Of Godā€ or whatever against anyone and everyone who could be a threat.
In good news: Sam is officially, confirmed, at least somewhat free. It seems like a ā€œreverse soullessā€ situation: Samā€™s soul is free, along with enough of him to be semi-corporeal. Really that SHOULD be something like a wraith, but apparently Samā€™s kids magic-ed a way around that. However despite this, heā€™s still very weak if he can take physical form at all, while the rest of him is (albeitchanged in appearance at this point) VERY physical notably lacking a soul. ā€¦yeah the bodies are starting to stack up. Heā€™s Lady Nemainā€™s new favorite weapon/toy/arm candy.
OH YEAH I SHOULD TALK ABOUT THE KIDS.
Thankfully these two kids arenā€™t actually new, just yet more inevitable results of early-seasons Winchester horninessā€¦ yeah so at least one of them is Rubyā€™s. She named him
*deep, deep sigh*
* C R I N G E *
(I cannot fucking BELIEVE that Walker Texas Ranger of all shows made THIS NAME *AND ITS REASON* canon in the final episode)
ā€¦Ruby named him Edward. After Edward from fUCKINg TWILIGHT RUBY WHY WERE YOU *LITERALLY ALWAYS SO WEIRD ABOUT EVERYTHING*
The other kid is named Stella or Star or something. Could be Rubyā€™s but she looks SO Fae and seems to have been raised in the Fae Realms. I think she might be the product of Sam Hooking Up With A Girl In The Fairy Episode Who Was Definitely A Fae But This Fact Was Never Addressed.
ā€¦or she might be Rubyā€™s after all, and just look kinda elf-y.
Orā€¦. No thatā€™s way too weird I donā€™t wanna think abt it.
Well WHOEVER HER PARENTS ARE, Stella is a DAMN good witch, and flew under Blurrywife and everyone elseā€™s radar by focusing on plant- and color-based magic - ie, all physical components.Afaik nobody even realized she HAD powers til she pulled off a brilliantly designed spell and set her dad free.
Taking advantage of the whole Set The Egyptian Chaos God debacle (aka Blurrywife finally found an entity that she simply has no power over), Ruby snuck into whatever Fae Dreamscape Thing Samā€™s soul was trapped in, and was able to help Edward, Stella (Edward and Stella. Kill me/j. Ruby why) and Samā€™s newest girlcrush* A PRIMORDIAL TITANESS get Sam to wake up and dispel the whole dreamscape quietly over the next few days, freeing the various Fae and ghosts who had been trapped by Blurrywife as well. One Faerie woman stayed behind to face Blurrywifeā€™s wrath. We donā€™t know what name she went by outside the dreamscape, but as Blurrywife wrote it her name was Cassie.
* Sam is likely just now remembering that Eileen exists now that heā€™s free. That being said, Titan Lady seems very aware of this, very chill, has never been aggressive with any advances towards Sam afaik, sheā€™s literally just nice. Turns out some primordials are just NICE.
Speaking of which, Blurrywife is actually starting to take a lot of Ls. I think itā€™s finally catching up to her how far above her level sheā€™s playing right now. Courting Setā€™s allegiance was a fiasco, and led to her getting embarrassingly dragged around by the Chaos god for a week or so before someone else finally put a stop to it. Sheā€™s lost Sam, who was really her single huge bargaining chip with all these powerful entities. Due to these humiliations, defeats and generally being a dishonorable backstabber, Victoria is no longer pleased to be sharing her divinity, much less a vessel, with The Blurry Bitch so now those two are fighting within themself. Careful Blurrywifeā€¦ youā€™re slippingā€¦
In other news, thereā€™s some new powerful figures about:
A TERRIFYING woman/goddess of Akkadian or Proto-Semitic origin who seems to be connected to Cain, not a fighter, but definitely a prophetess who runs at least partially on Angel (meta)Physiology Rules (and Iā€™ll just say it, sheā€™s hot).
Serapis, who I assumed would be a total douche like most Roman gods but turns out to be fairly grounded, and surprisingly young. He doesnā€™t want to be involved in all this either.
A witch, like a 16th-19th century witch. She does all the usual things witches of the time did. Sheā€™s very racist. Sheā€™s Luciferā€™s new consort and set to be an apocalypse prophet. Sheā€™s very happy with all this. Sheā€™s still deeply religious at heart. ā€¦sheā€™s a 16th-19th century witch, what more is there to say.
Finally, expect updates on CW Gotham Knights- adjacent subjects within the next week. Or possibly just general Bat Man stuff. Or whoever that actor is who plays Turner Hayes in GK. I donā€™t have any other details there but somethingā€™s about to happen.
TLDR: Azazel, Metatron, London is in ashes, Samā€™s soul is free, Samā€™s children now number 3 with the addition of two SamRuby kids of expected/human age and DEEPLY stupid names, Blurrywife is losing ground, some interesting entities hanging about.
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fullscoreshenanigans Ā· 1 year ago
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Season 1 of Promised Neverland is a damn-near masterpieceā€¦ The show in season 1, I thought was going to be one of the all-time greats. I thought The Promised Neverland was on the right path to be a staple in anime. A show that anyone could pick up and love because there was so much to like about it.
I feel this quote deep in my soul. (Also the PowerPoint comment is so prophetic holy shit kjdsfldk)
Krone's depiction for a significant portion of her screentime being horrible (although I believe this is the general consensus at this point as opposed to dismissing valid criticism of it/telling people to "get over it") and the whitewashing of characters aside, there was enough merit in the narrative of the series to make it a darling of the Winter 2019 season. Makes it all the more tragic to see it degrade and end up as one of the biggest letdowns in recent memory, and for some this unshakeable sense of unfairness in that due to not necessarily a direct evaluation of that merit on its own, but how it translated into blu-ray and merchandise sales (something I mention here while citing this reddit thread).
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I was expecting more of a split between the last two choices, but Goldy Pond ranking so high isn't surprising with how the fandom on tumblr generally seems to skew (in contrast to say, Twitter, and without even getting into any potential differences between the English-speaking and Japanese-speaking fandoms, among others.)
It's interesting for me because I remember having a slight sinking feeling at the genre shift while reading it and the series potentially turning into "another shounen battle manga" after the intricacies in the mental battle of wits and strategy of the earlier arcs, but the fear of them strong arming their way through conflict with guns ended up being more of a worry for the Return to Grace Field arc.
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(Referencing the tags on this post) Oh man I cannot imagine the devastation of keeping up with the series and being involved in any capacity with the fandom as it was airing.
With the way they handle Isabella's reintroduction into the series with the explicit wording of her going after the Grace Field escapees, it feels like initially the creative staff had no idea it would end the way it did either. Borrowing from the Mother's Basement video on season 2 @19:52:
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I can only speculate, but my previous speculation that the anime would casually cascade into a parallel timeline did prove to be correct. It's just that most of that timeline was condensed into a PowerPoint presentation and shoehorned in after a stripped-down version of the finale that they clearly originally planned for. I'd bet good money that the credits were supposed to role right after that big stone door slammed shut, and I'd further wager that a combination of fan reactions to and dipping ratings for early episodes caused the production committeeā€”who are the ones who actually have final say in this, not CloverWorks or even Shiraiā€”to cut their losses and turn that cliffhanger into a skeleton of a conclusion. My best guess is that call was made in the week they bought themselves by gratuitously recapping seventeen episodes, which would have left the team with only six weeks to rejigger an already half-finished ending.
With how much time it takes to make a single episode of anime, I'm hesitant to say these decisions came in early 2021 as opposed to late 2019 or early 2020ā€”whenever Shirai confirmed he would be concluding the main story before the end of 2020ā€”and the anime's production was delayed due to coronavirus. It gave TPN Committee more time to decide on whether they wanted to embark on a longer venture, even if it was still a truncated one based on episode 4, or cut their shareholders' losses and end it there.
(Also yeees the shared dislike of CEO children šŸ¤ even if one can understand the reasoning behind that decision.)
#god this was difficult #pretty much all of these things were the main reasons i disliked s2 #in the end I chose that itā€™s how itā€™s the way people will remember tpn #because having this catastrophic failure attached to the series pretty much discourages anyone from joining the fandom #i also strongly hated how they butchered emmaā€™s character #they have her keep her ideals but donā€™t show her fighting for or risking herself for them at all (like what she does in gp and seven walls) #so she just seems so useless and weak #speaking of seven walls: it wouldā€™ve looked SO FUCKING COOL if it was animated #demizuā€™s illustrations are incredible and i love them but i feel like animation wouldā€™ve been the best medium for the arc #imagine if they did something similar to spiderverse where it looks all glitchy and abstract at times #obviously that would have wrecked their budget but just think of the possibilities that arc presents if it was ever animated omfg #and i feel like the anime community wouldā€™ve loved yugo and lucas; just two besties meeting again against all odds and fathering 50+ kids #also the Goldy Pond crew and all their chaos #even with the mangaā€™s flaws toward the end there was still so much that wouldā€™ve adapted beautifully into an anime #the only parts that really needed to be changed imo was after seven walls; everything before (plus some parts after seven walls) was great #just gotta hope tpn will get the fma treatment and will get a remake someday #but even if that ever somehow happened (I doubt it will) it would suck to see s1 get changed (via @swarm-of-rabid-bees)
For me, I feel I would have appreciated Goldy Pond's action more if it had been properly animated because while Demizu doesn't do a horrible job conveying it by any means, it would be nice to see those gaps in movement filled in.
But honestly they could have blown their entire animation budget on just either one of those arcs lol
And going back to these posts from ages ago and again this one, I've become more comfortable with the idea of a reboot of season 1 that would incorporate internal monologues at the potential cost of some suspense, but the things that would gut me would be potentially losing the VAs of the major characters due contracts or scheduling conflicts, and "Isabella's Lullaby" and the rest of Obata's score (even if the majority of it is the same four themes being retooled and repurposed).
#as much as i want to choose emma being treated horribly (it actually really fucked me up in 2021) i have to go with how the series is remembered #because tpn had so much potential in every aspect and it just got thrown away for what #if you go to search tpn on youtube the top 50 results are ''the downfall of tpn'' ''why did this anime turn out so awful'' and its so sad #there will never be a revival because it isnt beloved anymore #this is why i have to be as neurodivergent about it as possible (via @pawphin)
Combating algorithm hell šŸ¤
Again, wild how there's such a strong shared sense of wrongness for this production. Undoubtedly some of those videos are made to keep up with current topics for views, but still, such intense reactions wouldn't be sparked if the story hadn't, at least at one point in time, gripped people on some level. People love stories, enough to where they're willing to suspend disbelief at technicalities and contrivances if it means they'll receive something by the end that resonates with them, so seeing that unspoken agreement tossed aside by a third party seemingly so indifferently feels like a gross intrusion that's justā€¦demoralizing.
#idc about anime adaptations all that much #smaller fandom is cozy too #but it was disrespectful #singling out this one series while kimetsu and dr.stone comfortably got faithful adaptations even after manga ending #i didn't like how people kept blaming shirai for things he almost certainly didn't do #like 'not liking the manga ending he wrote so he decided to butcher the anime ending too' #if only we had a good adaptations a lot of criticisms re:manga would be overlooked and forgotten #we would've had more official contents and fanarts and edits #maybe we will get reboot in 20 years or so hope it's a great one (via @1000sunnygo)
And you're not one to shy away from critiquing Shirai lol; like, if you're gonna do it, be fair about it.
For a lot of people more casually engaging with a work, it's much easier to look at the author or a production studio as a monolith and use that as a metonym for all the intricacies of the industry they're not privy to, especially on social media where brevity is valued (though I'm also guilty of doing that with TPN Committee). Something that can be irksome in general, but I imagine is even more frustrating for someone so involved in making content of the series more accessible to a wider audience not for financial gain but pure affection for the source material.
*We never got to see the Paradise Hideout in its proper glory, along with all the characters introduced during that arc
**Isabella being reintroduced back into the story differently in S2e04 but still following the same path she took in the manga (minus her dying)
***The special ops team armed with guns being taken out during the bunker raid by a group of kids thirteen and under armed with a chair and a few bows and arrows and none of the finesse used to escape Grace Field
Wish we had ranked poll choices because all of these are terrible, but what hurts you the worst specifically.
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I find it odd how the fandom focuses so much on Aangā€™s childhood being ruined when he learned he was the Avatar at 12, but thereā€™s very little talk about how discovering she was the Avatar as a toddler affected Korraā€™s life andĀ how she was raised.
But weā€™ll circle back to that...
Because this is a good starting point to talk about one of the most prevalent themes in the story, which the mainstream discussion of tends to only focus on a few characters -- That is the Child Prodigy.Ā 
Weā€™ll start with the two most obvious. The ones we always talk about.
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Azula.
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The clearest example of your typical child prodigy (if there is anything typical about a prodigy). Azula showed early mastery of very advanced Fire-Bending techniques, and is the only Fire-Bender to use blue flames, which was intended to make her stand out amongst the other villains but is also indicative that her Fire-Bending is more pure and powerful (blue flame is produced when burning pure O2 or fuel without contaminant at a very high temperature).Ā 
All this lead to her being praised and favored by Ozai as a child, but as double-edged swords go, this also meant she had a lot of pressure on her shoulders to never fail, and she rarely did. Her ego matched her talent, and letā€™s be honest she was the baddest bitch the show had ever seen. Conquering Ba Sing Se, defeating the Avatar in combat, and dropping some of the most devastating lines of dialogue in villain history; she was a force nobody wanted to reckon with.Ā 
And that become a problem for one asshole in particular...
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Being jealous of his own child is just one item on a laundry list of reasons why this guy is the worst father in the history of fathers. Azula had begun to outshine him with her victories, and Ozaiā€™s maniacal ego couldnā€™t handle that, so he left her behind to babysit the Fire Nation while he went out to burn/conquer the world, which also was her idea.
And while this wasnā€™t the only thing that aided in her demise, it certainly was the final straw which sent her spiraling down into this...
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In the end Azula is a sad example of how certain unfair expectations are placed upon talented children, and the more they succeed, the more these expectations grow and weigh on the them until they either disappoint those looking down on them or surpass and embarrass their elders.
It is a lose-lose situation which inevitably destroys them.
There is a similar example of the child prodigy, but his story goes a little different.
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Aang.
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Even as a twelve/thirteen year-old boy Aang by far has the most impressive stats among any character in the Avatar universe.
Basically mastering 3 of the 4 Elements in less than a year, after mastering Air by the time he is twelve (not to mention inventing his own Air-bending move, the Air scooter).Ā 
Aang is an example of a child prodigy who had too much thrust onto him at too young an age because of the talent he showed; because of this he panicked and ran away, and the world was worse off for it.Ā 
Aang/Sokka/Kataraā€™s story is all about how in times of War, responsibilities normally handled by adults are pushed onto kids who then have to grow up very fast in order to deal with it all.
The message is clear. War robs the young of their childhoods.Ā 
Now, letā€™s talk about a different kind of child prodigy.
The Unacknowledged.Ā 
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Yes, of course Iā€™m talking about Toph, the greatest Earth-Bender to ever live.
Because of her blindness, Tophā€™s family tried to keep her sheltered and safe by hiding her from the world. Refusing to believe she could ever be more than helpless. Anyone who has seen the show knows that is far from the truth.
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But because her potential went unseen, there were some negative effects to her personality. Initially, she resented her parents, and rebelled; which established a certain level of independence, a bad attitude, and a hot-headed streak. Over time spent with the Gaang these behaviors subsided because she finally had friends and they accepted her for who she was. By the end of the series she was fully willing to accept aid from them when she needed it, like holding on to Sokkaā€™s arm in environment where her bending couldnā€™t help her ā€œseeā€.Ā 
Tophā€™s story is a foil to Azulaā€™s, both showed immense talent and badassery, but while recognition of Azula lead to ever-mounting pressure for her to succeed; the lack of recognition for Toph created a need for her to be acknowledged and set an undercurrent of frustration which leads to her acting out in the ways she does.
The lesson to take from Tophā€™s story is not to shelter your kid from the world out of fear for their safety, and to be open to recognizing their talents, not shun them.
Next are two more Unacknowledged.
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Katara and Sokka.Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā 
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Their story, and the reason behind their circumstances, is one of the more complicated and nuanced ones in the series, so here weā€™ll focus on how it fits into the subject of discussion.
Because of the War, Katara was robbed not only of her mother but also of any Southern Masters to train her, and any role models Sokka could have looked up to left with his father to fight. Because of this Kataraā€™s potential and Sokkaā€™s genius went unacknowledged not due to neglect but rather due to circumstance. (Yes, I think Sokka is a genius, how many 15 yr olds do you know that can plan an invasion, design submarines, and spit poetry off the cuff?).
This is a further example of how War robs kids of necessary childhood experiences, and these two robberies had particular effects on both Katara and Sokkaā€™s character developments.
Sokka had the responsibility of protecting his home put upon him at a young age. The men of his tribe leaving prevented him from completing his rite of manhood until the Gaang ran into Bato of the Water Tribe, and early on Sokka was constantly trying to prove himself as a man and a leader. Sokka is one of the smarter characters of the series, but he rarely got credit for it until the third season.Ā Not to mention that because he wasnā€™t a bender he often seemed less useful than the others. The circumstances of war made his talent go unnoticed and because of that he often was unsure of himself and overcompensated to prove something.
Speaking of talent going unnoticed.
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Katara is definitely one of the more talented benders of the series. After training herself for years with little progress, she essentially mastered Water-Bending in a few weeks under Master Pakku. While her anger towards the Fire-Nation mostly centers around the loss of her mother, it canā€™t be ignored that the delay in her training was a direct result of the Fire-Nationsā€™ actions.Ā  Tophā€™s anger and frustration vented itself as rebellion. However, the same frustration and anger is within Katara, but because she wasnā€™t as natural a bender as Toph she sought to learn and be respected, and when that was denied to her is when that anger bubbled to the surface in some terrifying ways.Ā 
While Tophā€™s talent went unnoticed because of her families neglect, Katara and Sokkaā€™s wasnā€™t acknowledged because there was nobody to acknowledge it. Because of that both brother and sister wanted to prove themselves to the world.
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And then there is Zuko.
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I know what youā€™re thinking. Zuko wasnā€™t a prodigy, his Fire-Bending skill didnā€™t catch up with Azulaā€™s until the finale and he never mastered Lightning-Bending, but this section is about the Unacknowledged.
Zuko had many other talents besides Fire-Bending, he was a master swordsmen, and was able to successfully break into every secure facility he attempted in the show (which was almost every secure facility the show featured).Ā  Unfortunately, these talents were never recognized, because the only thing the royal family cared about was bending ability (Itā€™s possible the reason he learned the sword was because he lacked skill in Fire-Bending).Ā 
As per usual with Zuko, this part of his tale is quite sad. Many can relate to being outshined by a sibling, and when it becomes all too clear that one cannot match anotherā€™s talent itā€™s quite understandable to focus on what they do excel at, but even then there is no promise of recognition for their own talent. Zuko was even mocked by his father during the solar eclipse when Ozai tried baiting him into attacking with his swords.Ā 
This lack of recognition is one of many sad aspects of Zukoā€™s early life, but it is a definitive example of one of the hardest unacknowledged prodigyā€™s cross to bear. The Outshone prodigy, one whose talents are never noticed because a bigger and brighter star stands in the way of such recognition, and arguably the most frustrating type mentioned here. Toph/Sokka/Katara all came from situations were there was no recognition being given to them or anyone, but Zuko had to bear watching massive amounts of praise be piled on to his sister while he and his accomplishments went by the way side.
Ozai summed up the situation best.
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ā€œAzula was born lucky, Zuko was lucky to be bornā€
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Alright now where have I been going with all this?
So, far weā€™ve covered a lot of wrong ways to treat a child, whether they show talent or not, and how the circumstances of war can also take many things from children.
But what happened to Korra?
(Before we get into to this I should state that I like Korra, and the purpose of this is not to bash her as a character or her arc, but rather to give a little of my insight into it.)
Itā€™s well established that Aang was told of his heritage too young, and that was a detriment on his development into an adult, but what would have happened if he realized his powers himself not long after he could walk? Weā€™ll never know, but we do get to see the effects it had on Korra.Ā 
When she revealed herself as the Avatar, Korra set her entire life in a new direction, and because Aang tasked the White Lotus with finding and training her that direction was out of her control. There are two key differences between Korrasā€™ and other Avatarsā€™ lives.
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1. She grew up in isolation on a White Lotus compound.
Every Avatar before Korra we know of spent a portion of their early lives traveling the world in order to master the elements; along this journey they not only learned how to bend the other 3 elements, buy also many things about the 3 other nations and the world they are tasked to protect as a whole. By confining Korra in safety and bringing the masters to her the White Lotus deprived Korra of this opportunity to learn and grow and understand the world and the people within in. It also deprived her of learning modern bending styles until she reached Republic City.
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While this might have kept Korra safe from the Red Lotus, it grew within her a naivetƩ about how the world worked, and because of this when she actually did venture out into the world she was terribly unprepared for it.
2.Ā  She was trained and mastered 3 of the elements by the time she was 16.
Most Avatars donā€™t know they have this power until they reach 16 and then they spend several years learning to control it. Korraā€™s natural talent in the bending lead to her training being expedited not by necessity like Aangā€™s, but due to her talent and eagerness. Korra excelled at the physical part of being the Avatar and because of this by the time she reached maturity she had become over-confident in her abilities and true to what her Fire-Bending master said in Ep.1 she lacked restraint.
Iā€™m not saying her bending isnā€™t great, but rather because it is so great itā€™s her go-to solution to anything, and she enjoys that so she uses it with enthusiastic gusto and not a lot of thinking before striking.
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This overconfidence coupled with her naivetĆ© of the world is what lead to many of her rash decisions and actions, most of which had negative consequences, and I believe are the reason behind some fan are dissatisfied with her. Aang had been almost the complete opposite, even by the age of twelve he was an experienced world traveler and an incredibly humble guy.Ā 
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Some may have been dissatisfied by these character decisions, but they served a purpose, they are only the beginning of her arc. The internal challenge Korra must overcome through 4 seasons is to humble herself before the world, and learn from it. This was finally achieved in the 4th season when the metal poisoning in her body forces her to face others in the world as equals, only then had she completed her journey.
And why did it all go this way?
Because she is a very unique child prodigy, what she demonstrates in the first episode of LOK would be akin to a toddler playing the violin or hitting a three-pointer; she could bend 3 elements close to just after learning to walk. That is the kind of prodigious talent rarely seen because it is mostly impossible. How does a rational person handle a child like that?Ā 
Itā€™s a tough question, and something this essay has been circling around the whole time. Each example here is the wrong way to handle talented and different children, but what is the right way?
As always look to Iroh.
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Who treated his surrogate son Zuko with both respect and compassion.Ā 
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Unlike Tophā€™s parents, Iroh worried over Zukoā€™s well being, but also allowed him to be independent, make his own decisions, and take his own risks.
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Unlike the Nomad Leaders, he didnā€™t want Zuko weighed down by his position in the world and the responsibility that came with, and always encouraged him relax and take advantage of the moment.
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Unlike Ozai, Iroh would always be there to support Zuko in his victories and his failures. Iroh shows him the right path but does not force him down it.
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And even after Zuko betrayed and abandoned him.
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Iroh was never angry with him, and embraced him upon his return.
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He wanted Zuko to grow and be a better man. Even if Zuko wasnā€™t a prodigy like his sister.Ā 
And that is the answer here. The way to raise a prodigy is the same way anyone should raise any child. Love, Support, a Guiding Hand rather than a Forceful Shove, Recognition of What Makes Them Unique, and Forgiveness When They Falter. The problem comes along when you start treating children differently because you see them as different or special. All children are different, all children are special.
Kids are kids, and they all deserve a proper childhood.Ā Ā 
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star-shuttle-scout Ā· 3 years ago
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Noah Schnapp saying Volume 2 will haveĀ ā€˜deathsā€™, meaning more than one... fills me with visceral fear. Saying that, here are the people I think are most likely to die based upon how many people are suggesting it and how it will affect other characters. We want character deaths that hold weight, and I think theyā€™ll really go for that.Ā 
Just some fun speculationĀ 
1. Eddie.Ā 
Weā€™ve all seen discussions on how his entire narrative is set up to reflect him eventually sacrificing himself in an attempt to prove himself no longer a coward. Heā€™s new, and though heā€™s quickly becoming a fan favorite, the season has already been written and filmed so they cannot rectify it and keep him around. Not to mention, it would be easy to scapegoat him. The town is chasing him down like heā€™s Freddie Krueger, ultimately it would be hard to rectify and far too complicated for a brand-new character.Ā 
2. Jonathan
Now all you Jonathan lovers please know that I am a Jonathan stan and if this happens I can and will lose my ever-loving shit. It will be the Magicians Debacle 2.0 for me. However, setting up Stancy a second time around could allow Steve and Robin to be there for Nancy in the case that Jonathan dies. This, his sudden distancing from Nancy causing a slight rift in their relationship, plus his repeated and deliberate shove to the side in the past three seasons just seems like theyā€™ve been burying his character for a while. While it wonā€™t harm the main plot, it would still be devastating to most of the characters, specifically Will, Joyce, and Nancy.Ā 
3. Murray
I donā€™t think this would be an impactful death for most everyone, but if weā€™re getting multiple deaths then it could be in there. It just makes sense to me; dude is a bit of a loose end in my opinion. Seems like heā€™d die, and itā€™d really break Joyceā€™s heart and weā€™d get to see Winona act the shit out of that concept. Just makes sense.Ā 
4. Mike
This one might seem crazy, but I think itā€™s just crazy enough that it makes sense. This would affect multiple layers of the narrative, as pretty much everyone is kind of at least a little bit tied into Mike. It would devastate Eleven, Will, and Nancy. But it will also affect pretty much all of the other characters. An impactful death, and one that just makes sense in my head for some reason.Ā 
5. Erica
Now I love Erica, and it seems that despite her antagonistic relationship with many of the characters, everyone also cares about her. I think it would just be ultimately devastating to have such a young kid die.Ā 
6. Steve
A lot of people have been suggesting this one. I understand the fear, but I genuinely doubt they would do this. Now if it came down to the final season, I would say all bets are off. But killing Steve off at this point would be dangerous, a lot of people would stop watching. This is one that I personally believe is safe despite other peopleā€™s insistence heā€™s not.Ā 
7. Nancy
This one, in my opinion, also makes sense. It would drive everyone further into despair and dedication to the cause. Mike, the kids, Jonathan, Steve, even Robin and Eddie would be impacted by this death at this point. But considering we had a scare already in Volume 1 and we know that she survives said scare from promos for Volume 2, I doubt it will happen.Ā 
8. Max
This is another one Iā€™ve seen people fear, and as much as I understand the fear and wouldnā€™t count it out, I just have a feeling it wonā€™t happen. Weā€™re all worried about her dying, it feels purposeful. If weā€™re worried about Max and Nancy, itā€™s way easier to blindside us with a random out of the blue death for one of the others.Ā 
9. Dustin
Itā€™s an out of the blue and devastating death, one that would affect every single person in the show basically. However, for some reason Iā€™m hesitant to believe itā€™ll actually happen.Ā 
10. Lucas
Killing off Lucas doesnā€™t make sense to me. Though it would affect a lot of the characters, weā€™ve been seeing a lot of Maxā€™s grief this season and giving her more of it so soon just doesnā€™t make sense. Iā€™m predicting eventual alive and well Lumax.
11. Will
If Will dies, likely I will join Joyce and Jonathan in horrific despair. I donā€™t think this will happen, I do think heā€™s going to get outed by Vecna but thatā€™s a whole other thing. Weā€™ll have a scare, but I think itā€™ll just further the plot.Ā 
12. Robin
I think this is the least likely death. And I think if the Duffer Brothers kill Robin, itā€™ll be a big mistake. Yes it would affect some people, but itā€™s just not conducive to furthering the narrative of everyone. Itā€™s just another pointless death and I think thatā€™s cheap.Ā 
13. Argyle
I just think this one would be cheap and meaningless. But also fuck anyone who looks at this man funny, Iā€™ll kill you.Ā 
14. Joyce
Donā€™t.
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hostilepoet17 Ā· 3 years ago
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Listen, if I was writing 3x10 based on the footage we've seen so far, it would be incredibly angst ridden.
Buckle up for my season finale.
The fight scene between Nandor and Guillermo would be a case of Guillermo insisting that Nandor shouldn't leave the house without his protection - that it's his duty as his bodyguard to protect him after all. Nandor would dispute this, dismiss Guillermo's role and this would lead to them engaging in stupid feats of strength/power in the house to one-up each other (chucking the knife, knocking each other over, etc as seen in the promo).
Then Nandor would leave the house anyway, but Guillermo would follow him (Nadja and Laszlo, at a loss and unwilling to see another housemate leave, also decide to tag along). When Guillermo catches up to Nandor, he finds that his former master is in danger (listen, I haven't worked out all the plot yet - I am not being paid to write episodes, I just have The Nandermo Brainrot. Maybe it's the loved one of a vampire killed at the theatre seeking revenge? idk) and rushes to protect him.
However (here comes the angst, kids), Guillermo is fatally wounded while protecting Nandor. NOoOooOoooOOoooo.
Nandor panics, finally faced with the reality of what he actually has now that he is about to lose it. Nadja and Laszlo are frantic, urging to Nandor to hurry up and change Guillermo - because they're a family in their own weird way. They can't keep losing members of their lil family. Nandor is conflicted - he is being confronted with the reality of how much he cares for Guillermo, he cannot bear to lose him. But he doesn't wish to burden him with becoming a vampire - even though that has been Guillermo's wish all along, he truly doesn't believe Guillermo has grasped what that will mean for him.
Nadja is furious and desperate, yelling at Nandor to get on with it. Finally, Nandor relents and bites his dying companion, before feeding him some of his own blood.
Guillermo stills and moments pass by slowly as the vampires look on, but nothing happens. They're all confused, wondering why nothing has happened yet, why isn't it working? (I rewatched 3x03 and Gail's transformation and revival was instantaneous - was that the werewolf part of her? Maybe. But for the purposes of āœØangstāœØ, we're going to assume that the process is immediate. So whhhhhyyy isn't it working???)
Nadja is the first to acknowledge that it hasn't worked, that it was too late. Laszlo reaches out to comfort his friend, to reassure him that he did all he could. But Nandor is devastated, and collapses against the body (car-cass...cah-cass...) of his dear Guillermo.
This is where 3x10 would end, Nadja and Laszlo holding one another looking on as Nandor weeps over Guillermo's body.
And the song that plays over the credits? Flightless Bird, American Mouth by Iron & Wine bc y'know, pain and a Twilight nod.
There would be a mid-credits scene in which the sound cuts out because the boom mic operator is overwhelmed by the scene before them, and the camera would jerk and pan over to the crying documentary team member. I think this would be important to bring in that team to this moment - they have followed Guillermo for three years, witnessed some of the most horrific and pivotal moments of his life. To watch him die before their eyes, in the arms of the vampire he served, would be truly upsetting.
And thus ends season 3.šŸ¦‡
(Season 4 would open with the big reveal that Guillermo has indeed survived! Yaaaay! Cut to footage from after the finale where he suddenly revives - turns out his Van Helsing DNA made the transformation a little trickier than normal. Cue research montage of Laszlo and Colin Robinson in the Vampiric Council archives! Oh yes, because Colin Robinson is also baaaaack - cue long talking head of Colin Robinson explaining how he was reborn through his clones or whatever... the point is, these characters are all FINE. Season 4 is then about Guillermo coming to terms with his newly vampiric state while Nandor confronts the reality that he simply cannot be without Guillermo. Season 4 is all about āœØNandermo rightsāœØ
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jiminniethemarshmallow Ā· 4 years ago
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Thank You For Your Service IV (M)
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Thank you @7stars-aligned13 for the beautiful mood board!!Ā  Pairing: Jimin x Reader Genre: smut, angst, fluff Warnings: mentions of trouble conceiving, lots of time skips, squirting, face fucking, dom!Jimin, slight role play, impreg kink, dirty talk, fingering, cream pie Word Count: 24,500
Part 1~ Part 2~ Part 3~ Part 4
You hiccup, already crying fat tears before youā€™ve even heard the news. You fear those words, feel the emptiness, and it hurts your soul. The straight faced doctor takes her time coming into your room, letting out a sigh once she sees your face. Itā€™s from exasperation, but you would like to interpret it as sympathy. She stands at the foot of your bed, waiting until you calm your breathing enough to hear her.
ā€œAs I am sure you have guessed, you are not with child.ā€ Those words break your heart for the sixth time and you break down into sobs, hiding your face in Jiminā€™s pillows.
Six months. It has been six long months since you were wed and you still are not pregnant. Even after all those late nights, early mornings when youā€™d send the servants away before your schedules began, the remedies and special foods, the slightly uncomfortable positions and pillow mountains, you still are not yet carrying your husbandā€™s child. And it crushes you.
Yes, you know having children is not all you are good for, but it is one of your duties as a Queen. Having heirs is something that only you can do and the entire kingdom awaits expectantly for the news of an incoming prince or princess that they can idolize and adore, so you feel the pressure at all times of dayā€” as well as guilt in regards to your barren womb. You should be fertile at this youthful time in your life. Both you and Jimin have passed every physical examination and remain in excellent health, which is why it is so perplexing to you that you are having trouble conceiving. RosĆ©, Queen of the kingdom just north of yours, is already pregnant and she was wed to her husband an entire month after you. Twins, you hear sheā€™s having. Youā€™d hate to fall behind her kingdom in any aspect, even in such a trivial competition as having children. She has nothing to do with your family, and yet, you still feel so inferior because you do not yet have one.
ā€œTo put it bluntly,ā€ Your doctor begins, looking down at the paper sheā€™s holding, scribbled with notes. ā€œI believe the cause of your current conditionā€” or lack thereofā€” is due to the poisoning you endured several months ago. It is possible that the potion affected your reproductive organs in some imperceptible way; your kidneys exhibited symptoms of its effects for nearly a month after your recovery, so we cannot completely rule out this possibility. But, Your Highness, the only way I would be able to test this hypothesis is through surgery to visually inspect your organs.ā€
You shudder at the thought of being cut open, shaking your head animatedly. Maybe you would consider this ā€œinspectionā€ after a year of effort and failure, but you would not take such drastic measures this early. No matter how much the constant failure hurt.
ā€œIf my infertility is due to the poison-ā€œ You swallow thickly when your voice comes out as a mere whimper.
ā€œLet us not be so hasty in calling it infertility, Your Majesty.ā€ She interrupts, stare lightening just slightly. Sheā€™s learned the tiniest bit of respect since working under Jimin, his low tolerance for rudeness and spiny disposition during medical examinations slowly beginning to unnerve her cold discourse. Many a time has he reprimanded her for speaking to you informally or for her lack of sympathy, and you are finally starting to see a change, though she still interrupts you to interject.
ā€œIf my current inability to conceive is because of the poison,ā€ You try again, ā€œAre there any elixirs or pills I could take to lessen its effects? There must be something!ā€
ā€œBecause we do not know entirely if this is due to the poison, I am hesitant to give you treatmentā€” sometimes getting pregnant is difficult for some people and there is nothing medically wrong with them. For now I can only give you advice on conception: try to lower your stress levels, eat more fruits and vegetables for vitamins, and do not over exert yourself. That is all for today, I will be back in a month for your regular check up unless I am needed sooner.ā€ With that she turns and leaves, not waiting to be dismissed and leaving you alone in your room.
It is the middle of winter and the bone-chilling winds whip against your windows. The palace is heated by fire, but you refuse to light your fireplace, choosing to sit and suffer in the cold alone as you wallow in your gloom. Jimin has been busy all day with kingdom affairs, out and about performing duties that not even your father cared enough to get done. The people love him, love how involved he is and how much he cares, and they never hesitate to alert him to any problems they might have that Jimin could take care of. Of course he doesnā€™t mind, you knew he would never be able to stay inside these sheltered walls for long when he was so used to the excitement of training and battle, but you wished he would spare a little time to cater to your issues. His absence during your monthly checkups is not unusual. For the first three he held your hand and sat with you, on the fourth he left in the middle due to an urgent matter, and these last two he has been out of the castle altogether. Since your third appointment, when your hopes of being pregnant were at its highest, he seemed to have a very negative attitude toward your checkups. He told you he did not intentionally avoid these meetings, and you think that is partly true, but you know that he must hate the constant rejection and is deliberately making himself unavailable when he thinks you will be rejected again. He would much rather hear the bad news from you instead of your cold doctor.
When you asked your father to accompany you, he sort of grimaced and then politely declined. You understand, the thought of addressing the fact that your daughter has not only been deflowered, but is being repeatedly taken in the efforts of bearing fruit is sickening to you, too. Also, he is not very adept at comforting you when you break down like this, face buried in your husbandā€™s pillows and shoulders shaking with sobs.
Telling by the ache in your skull and the completely soaked through cushion beneath your head, a long time has passed by the time you finally raise your face at the sound of Jimin shuffling into your bedroom. He shivers once the door is closed again, expecting warmth but being met with bitterness.
ā€œIt is freezing in here.ā€ He rasps beneath his breath, ignoring you momentarily to light the fireplace, moving to shed the outer layers of his clothing once the fire is of decent size. The single glance he took at you upon entering is all he needed to know what has transpired, and he is in no rush to hear the devastating words. Itā€™s only until he is in comfortable attire that he turns to face you, easing your head onto his chest with a curled bottom lip before heā€™s even settled properly on the mattress. ā€œMy love...ā€
Your tears flow freely onto his chest and he says nothing, sighing into your hair because by now this has become a common occurrence.
ā€œShe said it might be,ā€ You snivel, ā€œbecause of the poison.ā€ He closes his eyes, having suspected the same thing but praying that it was not true. He wondered if the poison would have any long lasting effects on you, or on your future offspring, but dismissed the thought immediately. Although he knows nothing of what the doctor has said, he feels discouraged nonetheless. His past failure to protect you continues to circle around his head like a vulture, tormenting him to no end and making its appearance to pick at his wounds whenever he starts to move on from it. Six months feels like a long time, but it is apparent that his emotional scars need far longer to fully heal. And for that he owes to Jinwoo.
ā€œI am s-sorry for being s-so weak.ā€ You wipe your nose, face red and puffy from both tears and embarrassment. ā€œHalf a year ago you had not yet seen me shed tears, and now...ā€ Almost as if the word itself had summoned them, fresh droplets fall from your eyes, looking pitifully up at the man who had stolen your heart. Only, he must have given it back to you at some point because you feel too much these days and you are tired of hurting like this. God, you probably look so ugly right now, you can feel how swollen and red your eyes and cheeks are, your self confidence plummeting to an all-time low.
ā€œYou are beautiful and strong, (Y/n), do not ever think less of yourself. You have good reason to feel the way you do, please do not think that you have to be stoic in front of me.ā€ Like always, Jimin says exactly the right thing to ease your mind, using his hand to wipe your wet face and burrowing into the sheets with you attached to his side, his heat warming the icy sheets that drowned you when you had been alone.
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You retired to bed early last night, which is why you can afford to wake up with the sun this morning. Jimin sleeps soundly behind you, but his presence is felt stiffly on your ass between the thin layers of clothing. Snow twinkles on your windowsill, probably the last snow of the season, but you find the sun beaming as brightly as ever to illuminate the room. With the weather beginning to warm in preparation for spring, youā€™ve grown accustomed to the gentle sound of melting snow dripping outside your window. Mornings like these are scarce and you plan to make the most of it.
You attempt to turn and face your beloved, but his arms tighten around your waist, locking you in your position. A sleepy groan tickles your ear, the vibrations of his voice sending a shiver through you.
ā€œYouā€™re up early.ā€ Jimin mumbles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. His voice is always so deep and raspy in the mornings, his dialect coming forth with a yawn. You could listen to him speak like that forever, but all you can think about at the moment is how good his moans would sound with the added rumble of bass that comes from sleep.
ā€œSo are you.ā€ You snort with a sly wiggle of your hips. The twitch of his length against you sends a flash of exhilaration through your systemā€” time has been short lately and it has been far too long since youā€™ve last felt him. Apparently he feels the same way, his hand effortlessly gliding up your rib cage to palm at your clothed breast with a deep sigh. You can tell his eyes are still closed due to the laziness of his movements, but it doesnā€™t matter when his tender touches set your body on fire like this.
His lips find their way to your neck as he shifts closer, kissing and sucking gently enough not to leave marks but to get your heart racing with need. ā€œTake this off.ā€ You follow his instructions and promptly shed the nightgown from your body, leaving you nude against him as he presses himself to you once again, this time slipping a hand between your legs. Your nipples harden from the brief chill of the room before you adjust the covers over your shoulder again, and Jimin takes advantage of this with two fingers, twisting the bud between them to send a spike of pleasure down your spine.
You muffle a groan once his fingers begin to tease at your lower lips, spreading them and toying with the outer skin just to build your anticipation. He wants you to drip before heā€™s even touched you properly, to whimper into the sheets until you canā€™t take it anymore and call out his name in frustration. Your clit gets pinched between his fingers when he squeezes them closed, trapping the bud as he continues to rub you up and down, and you find yourself panting in a matter of seconds. Soon, his fingers start to get coated in the essence that seeps from you. Itā€™s so sexy that he can barely stand it. Jimin loves to feel your warm juices trickling out of you, working you up almost feels better than tending to himself, and his breathing hitches too when you begin to wiggle in his grasp.
ā€œLook at my gorgeous Queen, getting soaking wet from just a few light touches. So cock hungry this early in the morning.ā€ His words make you quiver and whine, the teasing quality of his voice right up against the shell of your ear driving you absolutely insane. ā€œIā€™ll give you what you want if you tell me~ā€ You hadnā€™t expected him to be so playful after just waking up, but itā€™s a pleasant surprise.
ā€œI want you to make me cum,ā€ You breathe out between pants. ā€œThen I want you to pump me full of your seed. Please, My King.ā€ Your words have their own special effect on him, evident by the lustful groan he releases into your hair and how his hips subtly shift behind you. Immediately, his fingers move to your clit to lightly graze over the hood until you buck into him, only then does he add pressure. Your back arches into his palm as he continues to play with your nipple, having turned his attention to the other in order to provide the same treatment, pulling and tweaking at it, working the nerves until theyā€™re raw and sensitive enough to have you gasping with every flick.
Jimin doesnā€™t need to be able to see you in your entirety to know how you look right now. Youā€™re completely helpless to his touch, he can feel you writhing against him and heating up the space between the sheets as your temperature rises. He can feel your heart beating hard against your chestā€” and he wonders if you can feel his from his position pressed against your back. It has been a while since heā€™s allowed himself to indulge in these fantasies. Heā€™s pleased to know that he still has every inch of you committed to memory and is able to so easily have you at his fingertips, quite literally. These past months, your focus has been solely on procreating in the bedroom and rarely for the fun of it, so this is refreshing. But he still asks anyway.
ā€œYou want me to spill my seed into you, hm? Are you fertile right now?ā€ His words slip past your ears as you lose yourself to the circles he draws into your bud, but somehow you manage to catch them at the last second.
ā€œIt does not matter, I want you anyway.ā€ The answer is no, you arenā€™t at your most fertile at the moment, but this isnā€™t about that. Regardless of if anything will come of it or not, you want to feel Jimin paint your walls white with his love, something you think youā€™ve become addicted to. You bask in the feeling of having him throb and twitch and lose control while at the mercy of your tight walls, even when heā€™s pounding your weak frame into whatever surface heā€™s decided to take you on, and the thought has you galloping toward your peak faster than expected.
His leg slips between yours to prop them open, two of his fingers dancing their way into your clenching entrance, the intrusion pulling a loud moan from your lips. They glide and twirl within you much to your delight, but before you can enjoy it fully, they pop out and slither back up to your clit with a thick coating of your own slick. It doesnā€™t bother you, you could cum like this easily, but what really makes you gape is the feeling of Jiminā€™s hard member grinding against your ass. You can feel that his briefs are now damp with a mixture of precum and your wetness as you continue to drip down your thighs and make a mess of yourself, and you canā€™t help but rock your hips into his motion. You grind into each other with sensual synchronization and soon heā€™s panting along with you, the swollen head of his cock peeking out from his briefs to wet your cheek, teasing you endlessly.
ā€œJimin,ā€ You whine, praying that heā€™ll let you cum quickly this morning despite his teasing mood. Every buck into his fingers shoots jolts of pleasure through you and every press against his hot cock has you throbbing at your emptiness. Itā€™s a never-ending loop that has both of you moaning in no time, and it isnā€™t long before the coil in your stomach tightens to its peak. ā€œFuck, Iā€™m cumming.ā€ You whisper quietly, your breath being stolen away by the feeling of your orgasm. Your husband groans behind you, forcing his own hips to jerk to a stop as you roll against him to ride out the waves. He can feel you pulsing against his fingers and suddenly craves to feel you around his member, removing his hand from between your legs to push away his bottoms.
ā€œAre you ready for me, darling?ā€ He whispers with soft kisses to your shoulder as you begin to relax again. His tip glides effortlessly against your drenched lips and the fire inside you reignites instantly.
ā€œI am always ready for you, my love.ā€ Turning your head, you find his lips and savor the passionate kiss you share, a warmth blooming in your chest that saves you from the cold of the bedroom. Ever so slowly he pushes inside you, bringing a hand up to hold your face to his as his tongue slips between your lips. Vibrations mingle throughout your bodies as you both moan, the insertion tight as he stretches you open in the early morning light, his morning wood always so sensitive especially with your recent bout of abstinence. On the first thrust his fingers intertwine with yours, and this is the most intimate moment youā€™ve had with him in a long while. It feels like ages have passed since youā€™ve indulged each other in slow sex and you are starting to realize just how much youā€™ve craved it. ā€œI missed you.ā€ You mumble against his lips, barely wanting to pull away to look at him.
ā€œIā€™ve missed you, too.ā€ Jimin smiles, his eyes still closed but hand still caressing your face. He uses it to skim down your figure, hooking under your leg to lift it over his own and allow him deeper into your cavern, angling himself until you squeeze his hand with a shaky moan.
He honestly thinks he could stay like this forever: wrapped up in your warmth, surrounded by blankets, giving you all the love and pleasure he can provide. Things have been so hectic these last few months, an odd tension growing between you two that he can always feel but canā€™t quite put his finger on, but in these calm moments before the chaos of the day, he feels completely safe and at ease. Being King is no easy task, this he expected, but this is the only time he gets to shed the expectations, the pretenses, the pressure and just be your lover. Just like at the beginning of your relationshipā€” and how things were 8 months ago, when the Crown was first placed in his hands.
You feel almost like a rag doll in his arms as he snaps his hips into you, allowing him to take you and guide you to bliss. Your hips rock back into him subtly, inner muscles squeezing around his shaft and gripping onto him, begging him to stay buried inside to occupy your lonely walls and empty womb. Pressure builds in your lower abdomen again, accompanied by a flush that takes over your body and warms you uncomfortably under the sheets. Jimin tosses the coverings aside when it gets too much, sweat slicking where your bodies connect. Your nails dig into the flesh of his ass when you reach a hand back to rest on the muscle, groaning at how you can feel every movement whenever his hips surge forward, his strength jolting you with his slow, powerful strokes. His length curves perfectly inside you, touching all your favorite spots and it becomes increasingly apparent that you wonā€™t last long like this. He encourages you with gentle sweet nothings tickled against your ear.
ā€œMy lovely wife, always so good to me.ā€ Jimin nuzzles his face in your hair, pulling you impossibly closer as his hand returns to your breast. ā€œAlways so soft and wet around my cock, darling. Are you getting close again, my love?ā€ You whimper loudly and nod, not trusting your voice entirely when youā€™re feeling so breathless. ā€œYou sound so sweet moaning for me like that. Shall we let the entire castle know what a splendid morning weā€™re having together? Let them hear how well your King takes care of you.ā€
ā€œJimin~ā€ You croon as he picks up pace, hips slapping against your backside and filling the air alongside your heavy breathing. Removing his bottom hand from yours, he props himself up on his elbow to look down over you, opening his legs wider to gain as much leverage as possible to fuck into you. The speed and power he achieves like this has you crying out into the open air, uncaring of who hears how wrecked you sound. Youā€™re certain that the guards keeping watch at your door are uncomfortable by the display of lust, but who are they to judge when Jimin touches just the right places within you to have your body coming apart at the seams?
ā€œCum for me, my love,ā€ Your husbandā€™s voice feels distant as your thoughts float away. You are not aware enough to marvel at the sheer strength and endurance of his hips, his pace not faltering even once. Crumpling the sheets beneath you, you turn your face into the pillow as your body starts to quiver, a warm hand gripping onto your hip to keep you in place against the onslaught of pleasure. ā€œThere you go, milk me of my seed.ā€
Just the simple thought he plants in your mindā€™s eye is enough to send you into heaven, your walls clamping down around him with a scream of bliss, just as he requested. Feeling him so deeply makes your eyes roll, every stroke kissing the entrance of your womb and you pray he gives you every last drop he has. With only a few more pushes of his hips, you feel his body tense behind you and shiver, an overwhelmingly sexy groan breathed right into your ear.
It takes several moments of gentle thrusting before heā€™s satisfied, your body sufficiently full of his sperm and skin tingling with the aftermath of a beautiful orgasm you happily shared. Jimin kisses his way down from the side of your cheeks and neck to your shoulder and arm, ignoring the thin layer of perspiration that dries quickly in the brisk morning air. Though soft, he remains inside of you as he settles himself back against the mattress and holds your body to his, lifting the sheets to cover you before the chill returns. You feel safe. Completely and utterly safe and comfortable in your loverā€™s arms as you drift back to sleep.
But the peace is short lived because just as you begin to dream again, you feel Jimin pull out of you and shift away, attempting to be as stealthy as possible as he slips from bed. He winces when you turn to your other side to face him, sleepy eyes watching as he pulls on his underwear again. You are unable to return the sweet smile he offers you, already missing the way his skin felt against yours.
ā€œWill you not stay to cuddle me?ā€ You ask quietly, unable to understand why he must leave so soon. The smile on his face turns sad, eyes flickering to the door as several consecutive knocks sing on the wood.
ā€œI have many duties to fulfill today, my love.ā€
ā€˜And no time for me...ā€™ You think with a poorly concealed frown, burrowing deeper into the bedspread when he opens the door for your servants, who get to work on preparing him for the day immediately. Deep down you know you likely will not interact with him until nightfall as he scrambles around the castle and kingdom serving his duties, but you try not to feel the distasteful irritation in your chest and send him off with a kiss when he makes his exit. Sometimes, though, you cannot help but think he was more eager to be with you when he was merely a soldier.
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Jimin sits at a round table meeting with his advisors to discuss the affairs of the kingdom, in which there is not much to report. This is a mandatory meeting they must have weekly and they rarely last long. Most of the time, the conversations divulge into unrelated, off topic subjects just to pass the time, and Jimin has no problem with this on most days. He has a good relationship with his advisors and there is almost never any need for him to use his status as King during their discussions. Today, however, his fuse is a little short. It may be because of the all too frequent restless nights he has been experiencing, or from the lack of quality time he has spent with you, but he is far more irritable than usual. All he can think about is how disappointed you looked when he left and how much heā€™d rather be cuddled up back in bed with you instead of sitting in front of this counsel. Ā 
ā€œDo not worry, the Queen has already taken care of it.ā€ Someone says, he does not know who said it because he is barely paying attention.
ā€œPardon my coarseness, Your Highness, but it is my understanding that Her Majesty has not yet conceived.ā€ The man presents this in a questioning manner, but Jimin can hear the underlying condescension.
ā€œYou are correct.ā€ He replies in a low voice.
ā€œIt has been 9 months since your matrimony. She should bear your heirs with haste.ā€ The room swells with voices as his advisors begin to talk about you, each taking their turn to put in their opinions and criticism. He can hardly believe what he is hearing. They speak as though it is your fault that you are not pregnant, as if you are being defiant by not bearing him children, like it is a choice that you have made consciously. Anger bubbles in his chest, blood boiling as they continue ranting about you right in front of him as though they were not saying terrible things about his wife. He stands abruptly upon hearing someone tell a story about how his wife refused to birth him any more children because he ā€œwas acting like oneā€ himself. Jimin interrupts just as the man is about to make a comment about stubborn wives, his voice billowing from his throat like heavy plumes of smoke that quickly engulf the room.
ā€œHow dare you speak of my wifeā€” your Queenā€” in such a disrespectful manner! Do you accuse her of treachery against me? Against this nation? You have the gall to insult her efforts on something she cannot control, to doubt her intentions and loyalty to this kingdom and her own family? I should have you all removed from this castle permanently for suggesting such a thing, what do you have to say about that?!ā€ He looks around the silent room at each of their faces, all of them looking utterly shocked by his outburst. Jimin has never needed to assert his authority over them like this, but they have gone too far today. Though he is the youngest in the room, he is easily the most intimidating when angry, regardless of if he were the King or not. Drawing in a deep breath, he tries to calm himself, running a hand through his hair as he takes his seat once more. ā€œIt is my fault anyway, not hers. It is my duty as well.ā€
It is quiet for a long while, the men around the table hesitate to speak again until one man builds up the courage to break the stillness.
ā€œDo not despair, Your Highness, you are both still young, there is plenty of time to have children.ā€ He reassures, followed by similar comforting phrases from the others. Jimin does not respond as he stares out of the window, a solemn look overtaking his face in place of the relaxed and neutral expression he normally wears. He wonders if you face this criticism regularly wherever you go, if people who are supposed to be your supporters are slowly losing hope in you. You already beat yourself up about not being pregnant, he fears what would happen if those thoughts were validated by others. Something must be done about this immediately.
It is silent for another long pause. ā€œYou are all dismissed.ā€ He says with a flick of his hand.
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Your servants follow you around quite stubbornly, attempting (and failing) to be as unnoticeable as possible, but their presence is the only thing you can focus on. If you sigh too heavily they all come scurrying over, asking what was the matter, offering to take care of whatever task you had set out to complete. Yes, it was your motherā€™s dying wish for you to accept your loyal attendants, and it was your fatherā€™s order for them to look after you, but you cannot help but feel that this treatment is a bit excessive. It is almost laughable when you reflect on it: how just a year prior you were known largely for your independence, and now you could hardly find a moment to yourself. The only times you can get away with having minimal supervision is when you go out into town, where you may request only one or two guards or servants to accompany you.
Since becoming the official Queen of this nation, you have taken it upon yourself to care for the nuances of your society, to help individuals and keep a close relationship with the people. Jimin was focused on many of the larger issues that affected groups of citizens, like rebuilding one of the marketplaces that suffered damages in a fire last week, as well as handling international business with neighboring kingdoms. Naturally, everyone took a great liking to him and his policies and the people offered him immense support, but your job as Queen was to support the people. So, every week you go into town and buy a book from a novice writer, read it, then publish an unofficial review for the stories you enjoy. Not only does this boost the writerā€™s credibility, popularity, and sales, it also allows you to communicate with your people. Your presence in town never goes unnoticed, and often times people give you great recommendations on stories you should interest yourself with. It is the highlight of your week since all you can do is read in the quiet moments within the castle.
It is now early spring, trees budding with sweet smelling blossoms and the beginnings of greenery, displaying their proud potency in brilliant hues that bleach you into the gray of a dead willow. Still, your spirits are beginning to lift the farther you distance yourself from the castle. Walking through town, you breathe in all of the scents around you. Street vendors sell an array of foods that you do not see within the castle often and your mouth waters as you step up to one, picking out a pastry covered in sugar, something that you can easily pull apart with your fingers without the need of utensils. Before you can lift it to your mouth, the guard beside you stops you, plucking a small piece for himself to taste for poison. As a royal, you always thought this job was unnecessary and ridiculous before, but after the catastrophe at your wedding, you now understand itā€™s significance. That does not stop you from pouting, however, as you are forced to wait at least 5 minutes before the stiff guard allows you to dig into your snack.
You continue through the market, admiring crafts from artisans with masterful handiwork and struggle to keep your hand out of your purse whenever something catches your eye. This market is not the closest to the palace, in fact, it is quite far from it, but you have found that the most valuable work comes from the honest workers that live in smaller homes and lead honest lives, not from the traders and merchants who buy their goods from others and claim them as their own in the wealthy districts. The people who live on the outskirts work harder, and they are the ones you need to support the most.
ā€œThis would look beautiful hanging from the palace walls, donā€™t you think?ā€ You turn toward Lilian as she browses the collection of jewelry that sits beside the tapestry you are holding, her eyes inspecting it briefly.
ā€œI think it would look lovely in one of the sitting rooms.ā€ She grins. Lilian always accompanies you on these types of trips. You value her opinion and reason and sympathize with her lack of outside interaction. Both of you are in the palace at almost all times and you are sure you both would go crazy if not for these couple hours outside those claustrophobic walls.
ā€œI think so, too!ā€ You agree, turning to the guard who continues to survey the area. ā€œWhat do you think, Kyungsoo?ā€
He looks at it for a while, then at the others around it, finally bringing his eyes back to yours. ā€œWhatever you desire, Your Majesty. My opinion is insignificant.ā€ His answer causes your face to fall, rolling your eyes at him because he always says that. This is another reason why you bring Lilian along.
Sauntering into your favorite bookstore, you cheerfully greet the clerk and begin browsing for newly released books. Not long after, two women approach you, one of which you recognize to be the bookkeeperā€™s daughter and a new friend of yours. She always comes to talk to you about the storeā€™s newest additions, and it gives others around her the confidence to speak to you as well. Today she is with a slightly older woman who she introduces as a rising author.
ā€œI believe I have read one of your books before; remind me, which ones have you written?ā€ You prompt, making the woman blush and brighten.
ā€œSnowflower is my most popular work. It is all thanks to your review that I was finally able to get noticed in the writing community!ā€ She beams, sparking conversation with you and Lilian about the book that the two of you enjoyed so much. It must be more than 15 minutes later that you finally decide on what to purchase, you have been listening closely to all that the ladies have to say about each author and the summaries of each story. There were multiple that piqued your interest and you could not decide so you ended up with 3 books in hand as your friend walked you to the register. One of them happens to be a story following the trials and struggles of a mother who becomes pregnant during a war. Of course you hadnā€™t picked this book for its theme of motherhood. It promised to be a good readā€” though you had overlooked it many times before todayā€” and you certainly did not choose it because it was the closest thing to a lesson on pregnancy you could get without purchasing the entire series of ā€œPreparing for Parenthoodā€, perched on a shelf that you found yourself eying the majority of your stay in the store.
Your friend talks mindlessly as she rings you up for your books, inspecting your odd selection. ā€œSo tell me, Your Majesty, are you with ch- ow!ā€ The woman beside her pinches her arm just out of your sight, offering up a tight lipped smile when she turns to pout at her. A short flash of realization crosses her face before she returns her attention to you.
ā€œAm I with whom?ā€ You ask, confused.
ā€œAre you with t-the children! Have you- have you come to see the preschoolers perform today?ā€ She covers quickly with a nervous smile. Lilian glares at her when you are facing the other way.
ā€œOh! I recall hearing that they will be performing a play today, I nearly forgot!ā€ The people around you sigh in relief at your obliviousness, resuming conversation as though nothing had happened. They give you instructions to the school and you rush there, Lilian carrying your books and Kyungsoo leading the way.
When you arrive, there are only parents and family members filling the auditorium, signifying that the play has not yet started. They chat amongst themselves in a rumble of murmurs, but the noise quiets quickly once you are noticed by a teacher that stands near the stage area.
ā€œHer Majesty!ā€ She gasps. ā€œWelcome, welcome!ā€ She practically runs to you, approaching clumsily while Kyungsoo moves to shield you with his body, stopping the woman before she can get too close. You gently move him aside to allow the woman to see and speak directly to you. ā€œI had no idea that the Queen would be visiting today! To what do I owe you the pleasure?ā€
ā€œI have come to see the children perform. It is imperative of me as Queen to support our kingdomā€™s youth.ā€ You smile, noticing a weird look that crosses her face for a moment before smoothing out. Lilian has a tight smile spread across her lips just out of your peripheral.
ā€œOf course! Well, you are just in time, the show is about to begin.ā€ She tries to clear the front row of parents for you, but you insist that the parents of the children should get the best seats, settling for the chairs she pulls up for you at the sides of the small theater.
The moment the toddlers waddle onto stage in their costumes, your heart liquifies. They are the cutest things you have ever seen. Some of them look confused, some are pouting, but most of them are excitedly waving at their parents in the crowd, nearly tripping over each other from not looking at whatā€™s happening in front of them. Even more heartwarming is the reactions of the parents, each and every one of them sitting up straighter and beaming with joy at the sight of their offspring, even the parents who had previously looked bored. Your attention is split between what is happening onstage and in the crowd throughout the entire play, watching the silent interactions between child and parent. You could always tell which tot belonged to which parent because of their reactions. Every child had their own lines, and whenever one stepped up to speak, the parents would lean in closer to the stage or straighten up to send a thumbs up to the wide eyes that stare back at them.
At some point, you had begun to imagine what it would be like if your own child were up there. You scan the faces of the toddlers, determining that a shy little girl bears the closest resemblance to your future baby, and you watch her the entire rest of the play. Her finger reaches into her nose several times during the performance, something your toddler would be forced to learn not to do, and she appears to be quite hesitant to say her lines. You and Jimin would act just as her parents are now, waving at her and mouthing words of encouragement when it seems like she will not speak at all, smiling proudly after she executes her parts flawlessly. Jimin would probably hold your hand as you watch her and you would be able to feel the sweat on his palms from how much he would worry for her, whispering to you how he hopes she will not cry because of how shy and quiet she tends to be. And you would whisper back that your baby is talented and will do great because she is very mature for her age, being a Princess and all.
Your eyes do not leave the girl for a minute and you are so caught up in your fantasy that you almost miss when everyone stands to clap at the end of the show. You rise slowly and offer your applause, cheeks hurting from smiling too much, but you cannot ignore the bittersweet feeling in your chest that comes when all of the children disperse and run into the arms of their waiting parents. And you are forced to remember your situation. The teacher begs you to make closing remarks and you take your place on the empty stage to address your people. Unable to focus properly, you barely know what you are saying; you thank the students and teachers for a great show, repeat a total of 4 times how adorable the children were, speak at length about how much you enjoyed everything, and once you notice that youā€™re rambling, you conclude quickly and move from the spotlight awkwardly. The families donā€™t seem to notice as they return their attention to gushing over their babies.
Just as you are about to make your exit, someone runs up to you and stops at your feet, her hair barely reaching the bottoms of your knees as she looks up at you. It is the girl you had been watching, and her arms reach up to be held once you make eye contact with her. At the approval of her parents, you lift her light body and rest her on your hip, the position comfortable and natural despite you having held a child only a few times in your life. You congratulate her and she smiles at you, turning to look at her parents as you try not to marvel at how perfectly innocent and sweet her face is.
ā€œYour Majesty,ā€ Her mother greets with a bow. ā€œI was very surprised to see you here today. I had heard that you often come to these parts of town, but I would have never expected you to grace us with your presence on an occasion like this.ā€ She is very polite, noting how the little girl has taken a liking to you already.
ā€œI believe it is important to keep in touch with my people, and what better way is there to connect with you all than to attend a performance of my kingdomā€™s children?ā€ You grin.
ā€œI heard rumors that lately you had been feeling quite under the weather.ā€ At this you quirk an eyebrow. She continues. ā€œMany had assumed you were pregnant, so word spread that the King would not allow you out of the palace and that is why you had been absent for the past few weeks.ā€ As if Jimin could tell you what to do. Yes, it is true that you had not gone outside of the palace in about 3 weeks, but that was of your own accord.
Jiminā€™s mother had taken a short vacation to your home upon your request after you detailed to her your troubles with conceiving in a lengthy letter, and she spent those three weeks improving your physical health with things like yoga and kegal exercises, as well as offering you very blunt and personal advice that you were almost too embarrassed to put into practice. Jimin warned you of how she was unafraid to talk about intimate topics, recalling a specific conversation she had with him in his teenage years, but you were still unprepared for the sheer amount of information she gave you during that time. You simply did not have time to go on your weekly shopping trips.
ā€œThat is... not the case.ā€ You reply, adjusting the girl on your hip.
ā€œOh, then you are not pregnant?ā€ The woman seems surprised and Lilian seems almost outraged, cutting in when you open and close your mouth with no other response.
ā€œWe have not been to this part of your town yet, are there any places you suggest we visit?ā€ Lilianā€™s voice sounds through her teeth, swiftly changing the subject. You didnā€™t think you would have trouble talking about this, but here you stand, blinking away tears at her question. The girlā€™s mother seems to realize her mistake when she takes in your watery eyes that you try to hide with a fake smile. You let Lilian continue her conversation as you wander away a few steps, pretending to inspect your surroundings as you gather yourself, until a nearby newspaper catches your eye. On the cover are the words ā€œKINGā€™S NEW ORDERS! PROTECT THE QUEENā€ and your heart jumps at the suddenness. You bend carefully to turn the page and read the article, a mix of emotions rushing through your body that almost makes you lose grip on the child in your arms when you understand their significance. You quickly return her to her parents, excusing yourself from them on the pretense that you had to be back at the palace for important business, and you instruct Kyungsoo to guide you back to the carriage to head home.
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Upon entering your bedroom, Jimin finds a note on the bed in your writing, reading it with curiosity. It leads him to a familiar place and he hurries there with mild concern, mind rushing with thoughts of what your note could have meant.
Curled up in your favorite chair, he finds you reclining with a new book in hand as you look through the window of your Secret Library. Your servants know nothing of this place, you and Jimin have made certain that itā€™s location remains hidden, so this is the only place you can truly be alone. To his knowledge, you only come here when something is troubling you or when you need to think, and his mind jumps to all of the worst case scenarios of what could have happened.
ā€œMy love, you wished to speak with me?ā€ He asks, approaching urgently as according to your urgent letter. But you remain relaxed and unresponsive as you continue to flip through the pages of your novel. He looks down to inspect your choice reading, taking note that it speaks of a woman who, in this current scene, is just learning that she is pregnant. You take your time reading it, only turning to him after the chapter is finished. When you turn to him your eyes are blank and unreadable.
ā€œWhy have you placed a censorship on our people, My King?ā€ You ask suddenly, and it takes him aback.
ā€œA c-censorship?ā€ He stutters out.
ā€œYes, you recently placed a censorship on the people of this kingdom, have you not?ā€ You look him in the eyes and find that he can barely hold eye contact, his entire body tense. It is difficult for him to respond, especially since you were not supposed to know about this, at least not this soon.
ā€œIt is not a censorship.ā€ He evades.
ā€œReally? So you have not ordered our people to be silent about anything pertaining to pregnancy and children around me?ā€ He fidgets under your piercing tongue, unsure of how to respond. ā€œThat sounds quite close to censorship to me.ā€
ā€œIt is only to protect you, My Queen,ā€ He relents, stepping closer to you as you snap your book closed. ā€œPeople can be very insensitive and I did not want you to be hurt by their words.ā€
ā€œHurt by their words? What words would they have said to me? I am not a child, Jimin, you need not protect me from words!ā€ Your volume rises along with the redness of your face. ā€œAre the people criticizing me in some way? What have they said? What have you heard to make you so wary of words?ā€
ā€œTheir words hurt me, (Y/n).ā€ He says quietly as he lowers himself to his knees and takes hold of your hands when he sees the worry in your eyes. ā€œWhat I heard hurt me, and I could not bear the thought that you may hear such things too. I did not do this because I think you are not strong enough to endure it, I did it because you do not deserve to hear such negativity.ā€
ā€œEven so, how dare you make such a rash decision without consulting me.ā€ You remove your hands from his and he does not reach for them again. ā€œYou saw me directly after your council meeting last week and mentioned not a word of this to me. If you had asked, I would have told you that none of this is necessary, that I can handle whatever my people have to say about me because I am the Queen!ā€ Your voice cracks annoyingly as you fight back hot tears. ā€œI should be able to answer them when they ask me questions. And maybe I should hear what they say about me. Because they are correct, I am not pregnant and I do not know if I can ever become pregnant and maybe they should be worried. My sensitivity should not warrant their silence.ā€
ā€œYou are not sensitive, my love, you have every right to feel the way that you do.ā€ You ignore him.
ā€œBut what troubles me the most is how you so easily excluded me. You acted without my consent and planned to keep this from me indefinitelyā€” you even made sure Lilian was the first to know so that she could keep watch over me today! What happened to our communication, Jimin? We should be able to talk to each other about anything and everything, but instead you felt the need to keep something so important a secret from me. You could have simply talked to me and told me how you feel. It feels as though we have not spoken in days, it is almost like you arenā€™t trying anymore. It feels like you have given up.ā€
The fire in your tone dies down until all that is left is pain, and Jimin realizes that it is he who has hurt you the most.
Lilian told him about where you went today and how you acted. She told him of the lost and pained look in your eyes as you watched the children, even though you were smiling. Most importantly, she relayed your exact reaction when that woman asked if you were pregnant. It was just as he had feared. Putting these pieces of information together with the book you had been reading, Jimin knows that this argument is about more than what youā€™d like him to believe.
ā€œThis is no longer about the censorship, is it?ā€ He asks cautiously, guilt leaking onto his features. You appear shocked at first, not having realized your own subliminal shift from the topic, but then your face twists with emotion and you bite your lip and turn your head from him in an effort to hold yourself together. You are tired of crying in front of him.
ā€œYou-ā€œ Sniffling, you try to control the shakiness of your voice. ā€œYou do not talk to me anymore. I never know how you are feeling these days because you have been avoiding me.ā€
ā€œI do not try to avoid you, my love.ā€ He frowns, moving his hand to rest on your knee.
ā€œIt feels like you are. You do not come to my health examinations anymore, you can never seem to make time for them.ā€ He opens his mouth to speak, but you donā€™t let him. ā€œI am always forced to go through them alone and I sit there the entire time wishing that you were there to hold me or reassure me, but Iā€™m always alone. And it may be easier for you to hear the bad news from my mouth, but it hurts me more every time I am forced to tell you that I have failed once again. And we havenā€™t tried in a long while, I am beginning to fear that you no longer want to touch me.ā€ Your eyes convey a deeper pain than your words can communicate, and the earnestness in them when you look at him breaks his heart. He didnā€™t mean to make you feel this way, itā€˜s the last thing he would want.
ā€œI still very much want you, My Queen, I always will. I have been hesitant to initiate anything with you as of late because you seemed so disheartened and dejected and I did not want to further upset you with inappropriate timing. I have also been struggling to keep my optimism, forgive me for my misjudgment.ā€
ā€œThat is another problem,ā€ You sigh, knitting your eyebrows. ā€œI have no idea what you are thinking or feeling. You always comfort me and tell me that I can be open with my emotions with you, yet you do not listen to your own advice and tend to lock up around me. It will not lessen my sadness, but to know that you are just as affected by this as I am and that I am not overreacting would give me the tiniest bit of comfort. But when you force yourself to appear unaffected, it feels as though I am the only one who cares.ā€
ā€œBut I am the King,ā€ Jimin starts, conflicted. ā€œI cannot afford to show weakness or lament in our misfortunes. I must be strong for the people.ā€
ā€œStrength is not the only trait of value!ā€ You hiss, irritated that he has this perception that is so inaccurate. ā€œEmotion does not always entail vulnerability and the people will see that. They adore how much you care about them, how you grieve with them when you learn of their losses, so why would it be inappropriate for you to care about me? Do not forget that you are also my husband. That is what you signed up for on our wedding day; you married me and the kingdom followed. Why is it that I am never your priority?!ā€
Sadness transforming into boiling rage, you stand and push past him toward the exit. This is your first real argument with him and it seems that everything that has been bothering you for the past few months is now exploding out of your mouth. You did not mean for your words to be so harsh, yet you could not control them and figured that you should let everything out while you had the chance. Much of your frustration is about your own incompetence, but you redirect it toward him because you cannot handle anymore mental self-abuse. A tiny part of you wants him to yell back at you and affirm everything you already thought about the direction of your relationship just so you could be right about something for once. Most of you, however, wants him to run after you, take you into his arms, look you in the eye and dispel all of your worries by pouring out his heart to you.
And that is exactly what he does.
ā€œMy love, do not run away.ā€ He says gently, grabbing your hand before you can even make it 3 steps past him. He moves to the front of you, taking your face in his palms so he can stare into your eyes, hoping they can fill in the blanks between his words. ā€œYou are always my priority and you always will be. I-ā€œ He sighs, looking away for a second before returning to you. ā€œI do not always make the best choices, and for that I apologize. Being your husband and a King is far different than being a military general, and it is taking longer to adjust than I anticipated. I love you so much, to the point where I am afraid of making mistakes and losing your heart somehow, so I try too hard to be perfect. I take care of your kingdom because it was yours before it was mine and I know how dearly you hold itā€™s people. I try to be as tough as possible for you because I thought you would expect it of me when you were feeling weak.ā€ His hands fall to your shoulders. ā€œAs a General, I learned that the only way to gain respect and love was to work hard and solve all issues, but it appears that I will need a different mindset in this situation. Because it seems I have become too consumed with work and too busy to show my love for you, and I know I will need to change that if I want to be a good father to our children.ā€
ā€œYou do not need to change at all, Jimin. Who you are trying so hard to be is not the same man you were when I met you. Yes, you were strong in front of others, but you never closed yourself to me. I do not want you to change or pretend to be tough, I want you to be you, because that is who I married.ā€ This causes him to think back to how he has behaved in recent months. Maybe he was avoiding your appointments purposely so he wouldnā€™t have the chance to break down in front of the doctor or Lilian. And maybe he had been ignoring you so he wouldnā€™t have to face his own pain that you reflected. Heā€™s been treating you unfairly in an effort to play a role that doesnā€™t exist, and he welcomes the guilt that slaps him in the face at the realization. He hates that he ended up like this even after all that you went through in the aftermath of your wedding. It is like he had forgotten all that he promised you.
ā€œI apologize for everything, My Queen. I will remove the censorship immediately.ā€ His head bows with heaviness. ā€œI do still want a family with you, but maybe we should take a break from trying, just for a little while. Maybe this building friction between us and the stress it caused has been affecting our fertility. Maybe we are trying too hard and should take your advice to just be ourselves. A baby should be made from love, not by expectation. I do not want-ā€œ He thinks about his next sentence carefully. ā€œI want to improve our relationship first, before our attention is shifted to other matters. We are young and have not yet been married a year, my love, we will have plenty of time to conceive. Let me make up for the neglect you have suffered these past months. Let us take it one day at a time.ā€
Heā€™s right, your relationship has been strained, and it is not only from the fact that you are not pregnant. The discord between you two has taken a toll on your body: you are constantly exhausted, your head pounds with headaches most days, and the loneliness has changed your positive attitude into one of sulking and disdain. It has changed you. So how could you think of bringing a child into this world when you are at this level of dysfunction? Things needed to be resolved first, and here he is, willing to work everything out with you after accepting his faults. You couldnā€™t possibly reject him.
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Itā€™s been nearly a month since your argument, and things have taken a turn for the better. You helped Jimin realize something he didnā€™t quite understand before: that as King, anything he says goes, so he has been taking frequent days off to spend time with you. Heā€™s taken you on many dates around the kingdom, showing you his favorite places to go when he was a child, exploring different towns you hadnā€™t gotten a chance to see yet, he even accompanied you on your shopping day to meet some of the friends youā€™d made. Being able to spend time with him like this reminds you of what it felt like in the beginning of your relationship. The novelty of seeing him and the excitement youā€™d feel in the pit of your stomach. Except this excitement is now from your curiosity of what activities youā€™ll do with him that day and not from the thrill of possibly being caught together by servants.
Youā€™ve kept things fairly innocent these past few weeks, focusing on rebuilding your emotional connection instead of being physical. Youā€™d lost a lot of weight during the months you were at odds with Jimin, but youā€™re happy to say that youā€™re gaining it back now that youā€™re paying more attention to your health and happiness and not the crazy diets and detoxes that people recommended to you to help with conception. Whatā€™s more, youā€™ve been keeping busy by accompanying Jimin on his political duties instead of remaining put away in the palace. He didnā€™t want to involve you in political affairs to keep your stress levels low, but you remind him that youā€™ve been involved in things like that since you where a young princess, so this is the norm. So now you happily travel with him out of the kingdom to attend meetings with neighboring rulers and assure them of your health.
This is the first trip youā€™ve taken, and it feels absolutely liberating. Seokjin insisted that you and your husband stay in his familyā€™s vacation home located in the areaā€” one of many acquired throughout his travels as a collector and salesmanā€” and it is arguably nicer than the one offered by the royals of this kingdom. Perhaps not as luxurious (though very close to it) but certainly more private. Youā€™d take any opportunity to escape any hovering servants. Your eyes sparkle as you walk through the doors, taking in the modern furniture, high ceilings, and breathtaking view of the green valley and hills surrounding you. The altitude is quite a bit higher than youā€™re used to, the kingdom poised along a mountainside and sourcing its water from the river that flows through the valley below.
You blame this altitude for the sick feeling in your stomach and the lightness of your head, trying your hardest to keep your etiquette and not plop face first onto the huge mattress. You sit gingerly on the edge, aided by Jimin, who kept hold of your arm ever since he saw you swaying when you stepped out of the carriage. He fusses over you, letting out a disgruntled grumble when you remind him that you saw the doctor before your departure and she found no troubling conditions within youā€” not even pregnancy, which you were disappointed to hear, but not surprised. The symptoms come and go and you assure him that all you need is some rest and youā€™ll be back on your feet, and he leaves you under the watch of Lilian and Kyungsoo (who accompany you everywhere) while he travels to the castle to greet the King and assure him of your safe arrival. You nap while heā€™s away and awake just in time for dinner, feeling refreshed and symptom free, much to his relief.
Being away from the palace and kingdom is sure to do wonders for your physical and mental health. Just being here with the people you love is a breath of fresh air, and you canā€™t wipe the smile off your face. Seated at the table accompanied by Jimin, Lilian, and Kyungsoo, you feel this is the closest thing youā€™ll have to a family dinner for a long while. As your servant, Lilian never eats with you at the same time, let alone at the same table, but you begged her to join you and fill the evening air with casual chatter. Kyungsoo is your favorite guard and youā€™ve always wanted to get to know him, but he remains relatively quiet throughout the meal and never lets his guard down, taking the farthest seat from his monarchs to silently observe. Typical. With your energy levels still quite low, Jimin and Lilian do their best to raise your spirits by showing off their goofy sides, telling stories and making you laugh almost nonstop. But just seeing them bond so well is enough to make your heart swell. You wonder if Jimin will have this type of relationship with your children, one where they can joke freely and build trust with each other without being hindered by the forced power dynamic. You hope their relationship will be better than the somewhat estranged one you have with your father.
ā€œAre you comfortable, my love?ā€ Jimin asks as you settle in for bed. This mattress seems to be made from the clouds of the heavens, youā€™ve never felt relaxation like this. Youā€™ll have to purchase one for your own bedroom.
ā€œYes, My King.ā€ You return, grinning at the way his cheeks lift. He climbs in behind you after blowing out the lanterns, the scent of smoke wafting gently through the room.
ā€œHow are you feeling? Better?ā€ He sounds tired and you have no desire to keep him awake with your troubles, so you nod.
ā€œYes, after my nap and dinner, I feel just fine.ā€ You donā€™t mention your growing headache because youā€™re certain a good nightā€™s sleep will resolve it. Youā€™re feeling uncharacteristically tired, exhausted even, and itā€™s most likely from the long journey here. Hopefully, youā€™ll wake up refreshed and energized in the morning.
ā€œAlright. Let me know if you need anything tonight.ā€ He whispers, already starting to drift off.
ā€œI wonā€™t trouble you.ā€ You assure him, sinking into slumber.
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ā€œAre you sure you are well enough to go out today?ā€ Lilian sifts through your clothing, trying to decide what to dress you in for todayā€™s events, accounting for the warm mid-spring weather. She is alone in the bedroom with you, Jimin having stepped out to give you privacy while getting ready.
ā€œYes, I am feeling much better.ā€ This isnā€™t a lie. Although you felt extremely sluggish upon first waking up, you now feel great. Jimin had asked you about a thousand questions before leaving bed this morning and at breakfast, and you dispelled each one of his worries with confidence.
ā€œI am glad to hear that, but please do pay attention to your condition, Your Highness.ā€ She says this as she holds up a pristine gown for your approval, handing it to you when you nod both at her words and fashion choice.
She doesnā€™t need to vocalize whatā€™s on her mind, you know what sheā€™s thinking, and frankly, youā€™ve been having the same thoughts. But your doctor was very clear that you are not pregnant when you saw her before the trip. Also, you bleed 2 weeks ago, and though it was short-lived, it was accompanied by cramps and headaches, dutifully reminding you of your empty womb. So you ignore Lilianā€™s concerns and move about your day like normal, smothering the tiny bud of hope that tries to bloom in your chest.
ā€œAre you excited for todayā€™s meeting?ā€ Moving away from the topic, she smiles at you through the mirror at the way your face lights up, beginning her work on your hair.
ā€œThis is the most excited I have felt in a long while! It will be my first diplomatic duty as Queen.ā€ Finally, you feel useful.
ā€œWould you like me to accompany you?ā€ What she means is ā€˜would you like me to keep an eye on you to make sure you are feeling okay/ nothing bad happensā€™ but you pretend not to notice.
ā€œNo, Lilian, I want you to treat this as a vacation of sorts. You work so hard my humble, loyal friend. Go and explore the towns, have fun while weā€™re away from the kingdom.ā€
ā€œI do not want a vacation, I want to make sure you are alright.ā€ She responds quietly, blushing. You hum.
ā€œRespectfully, I do not need to be looked after like a child.ā€ You chuckle. ā€œI can do well on my own. Besides, Jimin and Kyungsoo will be there if anything happens.ā€
ā€œThen I will take my leave tomorrow after I make sure you are alright today.ā€ She says stubbornly, not meeting your eyes in the mirror. ā€œI cannot relax in good conscience without being assured of your safety.ā€ Nodding, you accept her terms with a smirk.
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ā€œAlways a pleasure to see you, Queen (Y/n).ā€ King Jackson smiles at you, bowing his head in greeting. You grin widely as you sit across from him and his wife at the large conference table, Jimin placed closely at your side.
ā€œYou as well, Jackson.ā€ Last you saw him, he was a prince. In fact, he submitted the first marriage proposal youā€™d ever received, asking your father for your hand in marriage as soon as he heard you were of age. He is a little less than 4 years older than you, handsome, bubbly personality, likable and charming on all fronts, and you had no qualms with marrying him, but you also had no desire to leave your kingdom to rule another. As King, he would have you move into his castle and be at his service where you would likely not hold any power or say in most matters involving the people, something that deeply displeased you, so you turned him down. Now he has a wife and several small children, as well as the throne and an entire kingdom to lead. And as of your coronation, he is your kingdomā€™s closest ally.
ā€œNo need to be so formal, Queen.ā€ He jokes, immediately setting a relaxed atmosphere. You are meeting to discuss and update the terms of a treaty between your allied nations, one that your fathers had written and agreed upon many years ago, but legally needs to be reviewed thanks to the recent shift in power. Your father is quite close with Jacksonā€™s own, therefore you have a good relationship with the young King from years of getting acquainted during your childhood. Jimin, however, has no such history with the man and seems rather tense around the lighthearted playful. ā€œI was disappointed when you refused by marriage proposal, but it seems that you have chosen a handsome and competent spouse in my place, just as I have.ā€ He grins, winking at his wife, Lena.
ā€œIt was never ā€˜your placeā€™, do not be so big headed,ā€ You roll your eyes but he ignores your quip, eyes trained on Jimin.
ā€œWe spoke yesterday evening, but I am intrigued to get to know more of you, King Park. May I call you Jimin?ā€ Jackson barely waits for a reply before continuing. ā€œI must know more of the man whom I am to be allied with, and the man who married the ever-so-independent princess.ā€
ā€œI must admit, I am curious about you, too. But if my beloved trusts and acknowledges you, then I will do the same.ā€ Reaching under the table, Jiminā€™s hand finds yours and you smirk, pleased that he wonā€™t let the other King intimidate him.
ā€œRegarding the treaty;ā€ Jackson pulls out a long document, skimming over the lengthy script that you are both irritatingly familiar with. ā€œWill our kingdomā€™s continue to remain allied during times of war, help financially and provide resources in times of natural disaster, respect the borders set by each nation without the intention of gaining territory, and continue to keep trade borders open?ā€ He reads off the major points of the list, you and Jimin answering with a ā€˜yesā€™ to each. ā€œIs there anything else you would like to add?ā€
ā€œNot that I can think of.ā€ You respond, Jimin saying the same. Feeling satisfied by your responses, Jackson signs his name under the print of your fathers, passing the document to you for your signature. But you slide the paper to your husband, whose name appears in ink now instead of yours. Surprised by this, you can see the unfiltered comment bubbling out from the brazen Kingā€™s dome.
ā€œI would not have expected, (Y/n), that you would submit the powers of your status to a man.ā€ It is obvious that he has already assumed that your action means that you no longer hold the highest authority in your own land, but you are both quick to correct him.
ā€œYou are mistaken.ā€ Your voices harmonize into one as you say this, Jimin continuing on to explain. ā€œMy Queen has not yielded even an inch of power to me. As I am sure you know, she is fully capable of handling affairs such as these, any responsibility she has shifted to me has been due to her own discretion.ā€ Though his tongue is quick, Jimin is sure to keep a light, non-malicious tone so as not to offend your friend. Youā€™d much rather focus on internal public affairs, leaving international and business related issues to your husband. But it seems others have the wrong idea about you.
The man across from you blinks at this, raising his eyebrows, and you know Jimin has just gained a large amount of respect in his eyes. You find it quite flattering to see him so defensive of you and you give an approving squeeze of his hand.
ā€œAs expected,ā€ Jackson hums with a grin, receiving the document as Jimin passes it back to him. ā€œWell, it seems that our business here is complete! Shall we have champagne to celebrate this swift agreement?ā€ He doesnā€™t realize his error until his wife nudges him in the ribs and he looks up to see your faces pulled into wide-eyed frowns. ā€œAh, yesā€” my apologies,ā€ He scratches his neck bashfully. ā€œThen, may I interest you in some exercise?ā€ Eyes boring straight into Jiminā€™s, he asks this as the men share a look.
ā€œOh, this is so exciting!ā€ Lena beams, nearly bouncing in her seat as you both observe from a bench on the side of the field. Somehow you hadnā€™t expected this when Jackson offered his proposal. Your husbands are standing in a marked area with protective gear covering their bodies and gleaming swords, preparing for a sparring match in the warm weather. The sun beats down on you as you squint at them, using your hand to shade your eyes before Lilian appears with a parasol to place over your head. ā€œHave you ever seen your husband fight before?ā€ She asks, staring at your side profile.
ā€œNever.ā€ You respond. ā€œThis should be interesting.ā€ Admittedly, you tend to shy away from violence, resenting the thought of people battling each other for bloody glory. Though you are in charge of the military, you never ask for too many details, and skillfully avoid any training grounds near the castle. It may be ironic, then, that you married a General who has seen more battles than heā€™s cared to mention and carries more scars than heā€™d care to explain. But you must admit that youā€™re intrigued by the spectacle heā€™s sure to put on for you, comforted by the fact that this is completely safe.
ā€œJackson has been training sword for most of his life, but has never seen an actual battle. I wonder how their skills will compare.ā€ Lena states proudly, sipping from the drink one of her servants comes to offer, dismissed when you decline.
ā€œI hear that you were a General, King Park.ā€ Jackson checks the cap at the tip of his sword, nodding to the instructor that stands at his side.
ā€œIā€™d like to think that I still am one.ā€ Jimin responds as he stretches out his stiff muscles.
ā€œEven after being promoted to Commander in Chief?ā€
ā€œIā€™ve done nothing to earn that title but get married.ā€ The man before him hums.
ā€œI assume you are quite skilled with a sword then, have you practiced fencing before?ā€
ā€œOf course, it is taught as the basics of sword fighting. Though, I would not say I am a master.ā€ Humbly, your husband lowers his head to inspect his blade, shaking his head at Jacksonā€™s outcry.
ā€œNonsense! Any man who has done battle for his life is surely a master. Though, I do ask that you do not hold back on me here; I certainly will not do the same for you.ā€ A wolfish grin creeps up onto both Kings faces, mirroring each other as they pull down the hoods of their face guards.
ā€œYouā€™ve said nothing of your own skill thus far, I will not make the mistake of underestimating you.ā€ The match starts swiftly after they take position, Jackson lunging forward and barely missing Jiminā€™s side as he dodges out of the way.
Your mouth falls open as they move, each motion calculated and precise. You know nothing about fencing, but it is clear that they are both highly skilled. Youā€™ve never seen your lover move this way before, so dynamic and captivating as though he were performing a dance. Powerful and graceful in every step taken toward his opponent, wielding his blade as though it were an extension of himself. He is beautiful to watch, your heartbeat speeding up in your chest as you are enraptured by the display. Both Kingā€™s are even in size and capability, but you can see the ease of movement Jimin possesses compared to Jacksonā€™s deliberate strokes, almost as if he were teasing him. Lena cheers from beside you, but you canā€™t make a sound. Seeing him like thisā€” completely in his element and moving so gracefullyā€” has your body heating for another reason unrelated to the unrelenting sun. Youā€™ve married an amazing man.
ā€œYouā€™re quick.ā€
ā€œThat is a great compliment, coming from you,ā€ Jackson grunts, keeping Jimin on the defensive with his bold attacks. ā€œBut I can tell you are merely playing with me.ā€
ā€œNot playing.ā€ Waiting. One thing Jimin is an expert at is waiting. Patience is his strength, in fighting and in his daily life. He was patient when it came to you, taking his time with each step of your relationship until he was entirely sure that you were ready, that you wanted him. He was patient with each of his military promotions, climbing up the ranks with hard work and diligence until he was recognized. And he will continue to be patient with the next stage of his life, trying his best not to lose hope that you will become pregnant one day, so he will deal with the disappointment and trials with you for as long as it takes.
As soon as Jackson falters he takes his shot, attacking with swift consecutive swings until his opponent is pushed far back on his side of the space and leaves an opening, one decisive lunge ending the match. They both pant as Jiminā€™s sword makes contact with the center of the other Kingā€™s chest, the cap pressed into the padding protecting his flesh. Thereā€™s silence for a beat before they both drop their guard, retuning to the start position. Jimin turns his head to make sure you were watching, lifting his mask to wink at you and smirking salaciously when you blush. Ā 
ā€œWell done.ā€ Jackson nods. ā€œBut I wonā€™t let you get the better of me next time!ā€
ā€œYour husband is a bit intense, no?ā€ You ask Lena as she giggles, humming in agreement.
ā€œAnd it seems your husband is a bit competitive.ā€ You also nod, the heat drying your mouth as you watch her sip her drink again. She calls over her servant when she catches your stare and they hand you a glassā€” Kyungsoo swooping in annoyingly to try it first before you can taste the sweet liquid. ā€œHe seems very fit and possesses a beautiful physique, Iā€™m astounded that you have the willpower to leave bed with a man like that, especially as newlyweds.ā€
You choke on your drink mid-swallow, nearly spitting it out because of her words. Jackson has a notoriously dirty mind, it is no surprise to you that his wife shares that qualityā€” sheā€™d have to, in order to tolerate him. She laughs as Lilian takes the drink from you as you wipe your mouth, turning the comment back on her.
ā€œI could say the same to you, Jackson is just as built.ā€
ā€œOh, trust that he kept me in bed for months after our wedding date. It is no coincidence that I have this many children now.ā€ Her eyes shift back to the men on the field, seemingly satisfied with the rosiness of your cheeks. Recovering, you address her once more.
ā€œSpeaking of, may I meet them?ā€
ā€œIā€™ve known (Y/n) for most of my life,ā€ Jackson speaks up during their final round. ā€œThough I submitted a proposal, sheā€™s grown to be like a sister to me over the years.ā€
ā€œIs that so?ā€ Jimin grunts, their swords clashing loudly.
ā€œI was skeptical of what kind of man she had chosen when word spread of your betrothal. Wondered if you would be able to protect her as she tends to venture out and do things on her own; sometimes-ā€ He jumps back as Jimin closes in. ā€œ-befriending the wrong people. I worried when I heard of the catastrophe at your wedding ceremony.ā€ The cap of Jiminā€™s sword touches to his opponentā€™s chest once again, ending the sparring match. They both remove their helmets and masks, breathing heavily as they look at each other. ā€œI truly empathize with what you were forced to experience. I could not imagine being in that situation with my wife.ā€ Both men turn to look at you and Lena, their 4 children surrounding you as you hold the youngest in your lap. It is a sight that simultaneously melts and breaks your husbandā€™s heart. ā€œNonetheless, after meeting you, I am confident that she is in good hands. I like you a lot, Jimin, and though my approval may mean nothing, I think you are an excellent match for her.ā€
You look up to see them shaking hands, both of them walking over to you with content looks on their faces. The child in your lap looks up as his father approaches, making grabby hands at your friend until he reaches down and lifts him from you. You watch with starry eyes as Jackson props the child up on his hip, kissing over his chubby cheeks and forehead, but then your attention is pulled away when Jimin stops to stand in front of you.
ā€œDid you win?ā€ You ask, already knowing the answer.
ā€œYes, My Queen,ā€ He bows dutifully, running a hand through his sweaty hair. It should be offensive how sexy he looks right now, standing in the sun with his wet hair, skin shining with hard work and eyes landing lazily on your figure with a lazy smirk. Your heart jumps and you have to look away before your mind slips even further away. ā€œDo I get a victory kiss?ā€ He bends down toward you, puckering his lips, and you push lightly at his chest with a laugh.
ā€œBut youā€™re all sweaty!ā€ Your nose wrinkles at him but your eyes still lock onto his lips, even as you continue to swat at him.
ā€œNo kiss for your King?ā€ Jackson quips, turning to his own wife who is already shaking her head in disgust. ā€œLena~ Donā€™t I get a reassurance kiss after my defeat?ā€ The same look Jimin has on his face is contagious to the other King, who grins at Lena as she shields her face with another one of their giggling children, peeking out from over her shoulder. Both men approach with puckered lips, causing their Queens to squeal at their playfulnessā€” you even hop up from the bench to avoid him, taunting him as Jimin chases you around the field. Itā€™s rather immature, but you feel no need to pretend here or uphold appearances in front of your hosts. Lilian and Kyungsoo look on fondly, never having seen you so carefree.
ā€œYou never minded my sweat before, my love.ā€ Jimin whispers to you when you finally allow him to give you a peck on the lips, his arms wrapped loosely around your waist. You donā€™t respond, rolling your eyes at him with a barely hidden smile.
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ā€œYou seem to be getting along nicely with Jackson.ā€ You comment as you rummage through your luggage, searching for one specific item. Jimin replies from behind the partition of the bathroom, bathing away the grime of the day in preparation for the night. You had both sent Lilian away when she offered to help and she took off to explore the nighttime activities of the kingdom, one of Jacksonā€™s male servants offering to be her guide. Youā€™ll be sure to ask her for details in the morning.
ā€œYes, he is quite an interesting character. He gave me his official approval to marry you, which I suppose I am grateful for.ā€ Hearing the smile in his voice, you giggle, silencing the gasp that leaves your chest when you pull out the delicate lace garments, your heart rate speeding up. You arenā€™t sure why you feel so anxious about this. Itā€™s not like you to get nervous about being intimate with Jimin, but youā€™ve never done anything like this before. Maybe itā€™s because itā€™s been a while since you last had him, the recent abstinence keeping your body on edge. Or maybe you are worried about what he will say when he sees you. Embarrassment colors your face as you quickly slip on the set, covering yourself with a robe when you are finished.
ā€œHe gave you his blessing to marry me?ā€ You chuckle.
Stepping onto the tile of the partitioned washroom, you stand before the full length mirror to inspect yourself before tying it closed. The robe covers you from Jiminā€™s viewpoint behind you as he finishes washing up, and you try to appear productive as you move to moisturize yourself. When he is finished, your husband approaches from behind, a towel hung low on his waist as he comes to wrap his arms around your midsection. You can feel his sturdy body pressing into you as he pulls you closer, his eyes staring into yours through the glass when he rests his chin on your shoulder.
ā€œHis ego hasnā€™t shrunk an inch since I last saw him.ā€ You sigh, letting your eyes flutter shut as the two of you sway gently together.
ā€œWell, he is a King.ā€ Jimin reasons in a whisper.
ā€œBut so are you.ā€ His arms loosen around you when he feels you start to turn, both of your eyes open now as you peer up at him with glittering eyes, gingerly locking your fingers behind his neck. Your heart kicks up as you watch the easy grin on his lips, the absolute and unwavering adoration he holds for you so evident in his gaze. It reminds you of earlier times, his expression the exact same as when he first confessed that he was in love with you and you reciprocated, kissing him so certainly. Now, you kiss him with practiced ease and press ever closer into his warm body. Jiminā€™s tongue dances with yours, both of you getting lost in the moment until you are forced to pull away for air. ā€œYou were amazing today, General Park.ā€
The use of his former title makes his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. It isnā€™t like he doesnā€™t like the name, it is simply that he never expected to hear it come from you again.
ā€œI did not realize that you were so agile and powerful, I was very impressed with what I saw.ā€ One of your fingers trails down his chest, playing in the dip of his v-line before coyly tracing back upwards with each slow word you speak. ā€œThat is not to say that I was unaware of your capabilities, you have found great success in protecting me and my kingdom, but watching you was eye opening... and quite arousing.ā€ His breath hitches in a way that gives you more confidence, courage swelling in your chest that helps you ignore the redness of your cheeks.
ā€œIs that so?ā€ Jimin swallows, curiosity lighting his gaze.
You hum in affirmation. ā€œYou must work extremely hard to become that skilled, so I thought it appropriate to give you a gift to show my appreciation for all that you do.ā€ Taking a step back, you play with the ribbon of your robe, amused by the sudden change in Jiminā€™s expression. He watches you like a predator stalking itā€™s pray, detailing every movement of your nimble fingers with a heaving chest as you move at a snailā€™s pace to untie your robe. You decide to tease further once the ribbon is finally untied, only revealing the tops of your shoulders from the silk, holding yourself in modesty until it looks like heā€™s going to go insane before you open the from to reveal yourself.
Jimin feels like he could faint from what he sees when the robe drops. You are decorated in a lacy white lingerie set that is quite transparent, your nipples visible through the designs of the fabric. The bra of the set extends downwards under your cleavage and he feels his hands lifting to rest on your ribs to touch the material, following it delicately until he cups your breasts with his palms. Maybe it is due to the design of this expensive undergarment, but you fill out the bra much more than either of you would have expected, your breasts round and pushing at it in all the right spots. This is the lingerie set that Jin had hidden behind your commissioned painting as part of your wedding gift, and Jimin had completely forgotten that it was in your possession. He chooses not to question how Seokjin knows your body measurements in order to purchase the present. Eyes trailing down, Jimin takes in the equally scandalous panties that adorn your hips, all parts solid white except for the crotch that remains lacy and see-through giving him a view that makes his mouth water.
You look absolutely stunning, and he tells you in as many words as possible.
ā€œYour gift is not yet complete, General.ā€ The look on his face is everything that you had hoped for, and you wish to shock him even further with your next move. Hooking your fingers into the towel at his waist, you unravel it and expose his growing length, sinking down in front of him.
Quickly, he grabs your arm once he realizes what you are doing, preventing you from going lower. You pout up at him. ā€œMy Queen, a woman of your status should never kneel on the ground for any man. You must remain dignified.ā€
ā€œMy dignity,ā€ You half scoff at the notion, rising to look him in his beautiful brown eyes. ā€œI have neither dignity nor pride. You have it all, my love; I have given myself to you completely.ā€ You allow yourself to break from your role play just this once, he needs to know that your words are true. If there is anything he should know by now, it is that you hold no reservations toward him. With him, you are equal and you trust him completely. It is not like you have never serviced him before, but he has never seen you on your knees below him due to his own beliefs and you would like to change that tonight. ā€œI want to do this for you.ā€
This time when you lower yourself, he allows you to drop until your knees rest on the ground. The view he has is undeniably sinful. You can tell how much he enjoys it by how rapidly he hardens in front of your face. But when you look up from your own spot on the floor, you find that your view is equally as jaw dropping. Jimin looks down at you from over his nose, the damp hair on his head sticking to his forehead and dangling over his eyes, shadowing his features into sharp lines. Every inch of his body is chiseled to perfection, displaying the hours of training he has undergone over the years to get to the level of skill you witnessed today, and if it were not for you already kneeling on the marble, your knees would have buckled right from under you. He is like a statue carved by the gods. And he is all yours.
ā€œIf a Queen wants her soldiers to keep performing for her she must reward them, and you are the very best, so I will be sure to give you special treatment.ā€ Lightly grasping his member, you take the time to feel how he grows in your grip. Just the feeling of you running your fingers over his plush balls has him almost fully erect, the muscles of his abdominals tensing as you lean forward to slide him into your mouth, caressing the underside of his cock with your tongue without closing your lips just yet. Youā€™ll work him up slowly, you decide, wanting him to savor this rare occasion in hopes that he will allow you to do it again sometime. Your palm smears your saliva around his shaft and starts to steadily pump him up and down, the simple action causing a groan to tear from your loverā€™s throat.
Jimin does not know where to look in this moment. Should he focus on your hands as the diligently work to pleasure him? Your tongue when it peeks out from your lips to tease at his slit? The dip of your cleavage that lie in his direct line of sight, framed so perfectly by the underwear you don? Or perhaps those smoldering eyes you stare up at him with, those plotting, gorgeous eyes that call to his deepest desires? You look as if you would do anything for him at this momentā€” you have intentionally put yourself at his feet to show how vulnerable you are willing to be with him, that you trust him to the utmost degree and you would sink this low, literally, to demonstrate that.
ā€œShit,ā€ Jimin curses, eyes trained on the way your lips wrap around his reddening tip. You sense his hands fidgeting at his sides, so you take them to place on top of your head, nodding encouragingly until he weaves his fingers into your hair. He throbs in your mouth and you fight back a smirk.
Working meticulously, you take the time to circle your tongue around every sensitive place at his cockhead, licking slowly over his frenulum and flicking over his slit as it starts to leak. The flavor is slightly salty and entirely him, and it makes your legs press together from where your knees dig into the polished marble. Your lips and tongue play at his upper half for a while, one of your hands rubbing whimsical patterns along his tensing thigh while the other tends to his aching base, pumping in time with your mouth with a slight twist to your wrist that has his fingers tightening against your scalp.
ā€œAre you enjoying your gift?ā€ You break away to speak, twirling your tongue around the line of saliva that connects you to his tip in the most lewd way possible.
ā€œYes,ā€ Jimin pants, clearing his throat when his voice comes out raspy. But the sound makes you drip into your designer panties, the flimsy material doing little against your increasing wetness. ā€œHow did you become so skilled at this, My Queen? You are such an angel but possess devilish talent with that pretty mouth of yours.ā€
ā€œI had an excellent teacher.ā€ You wink up at him, hoping he was imaging all the times he guided you when you wished to taste him, becoming more confident as time passed and you no longer feared your gag reflex. You figure now is a good time to demonstrate just how well you absorbed those lessons, you finally sink further down on him until he touches the back of your mouth, collecting your spit to slick him before pushing him deeper and into your throat. Your stomach quivers as you hold back the urge to gag, but he sees none of that because when you look up his head is tossed back in ecstasy and concentration. He must focus so he doesnā€™t cum so soon.
ā€œJust like that.ā€ Biting into the plush of his bottom lip, Jimin falls into the trance of your movements, bobbing up and down on him with his tip lodged in your throat. The first moan he lets out has a shiver crawling up your spine, deep and loud so it echoes against every surface of the room. Drool slides out of your mouth as you continue to suck him but you pay no mind to it, only focused on the way your loverā€™s body reacts to you. His chest heaves for breath and you can see perspiration beginning to coat his chest and neck, Adamā€™s apple bobbing every time he swallows. The hand that was previously occupied with the rest of his length moves to his balls, kneading and massaging the sack gently as more moans pour from his mouth. Your clit throbs the longer you suck on him, his cock now at full length and hardness and feeling so thick and heavy on your jaw that you canā€™t help but fantasize about feeling it inside you again.
His hips eventually begin to twitch and rock into each of your movements, but you can tell he is restraining himself from bucking into you fully. When his eyes connect with yours again, you nod as best you can, pulling off slightly to take a few deep breaths and kiss along his silky skin. Once you have your breathing back to normal, you poise yourself with your mouth open wide and tongue poking out, the sight of you inviting him into your warmth while dressed so scantly and looking up at him with such confidence making it incredibly difficult for him to keep his composure. Here you are, his Queen, the ruler of an entire kingdom by birth right who possesses such elegance and high esteem, sitting below him and offering your throat for his pleasure. This is something that no one else in the entire world will ever see and he feels something similar to pride swelling in his chest at that fact. He knows what you are silently asking him to do, so he does not keep you waiting a second longer before inserting himself back into your mouth and easing his way in until your nose is nestled in the trimmed hair above his pubic bone.
Curses leave him in a continuous string as he takes time to adjust to the sensation, a lightness filling your head that makes you feel like you are floating through the clouds. And that feeling only increases when he starts to move, pulling his hips back for you to take in air through your nose before thrusting in again. Jimin fucks your mouth slowly at first, warming you up to it before he starts to get a bit rougher and visibly more eager, his lips sucked into his mouth as he glares down at you. In any other context, you would think him angry if he ever peered at anyone this intensely, but now you only feel the pool of arousal that builds in your core and gushes out of you at the intimidating glower. Still, his muscles are rigid with hesitance.
ā€œMay I go faster?ā€ He breathes, never pulling out to free your mouth to respond. You moan out an answer as best you can, running your tongue against him in approval until he finally releases his tension and follows the urges of his body. He doesnā€™t aim deep into you, but his pace is quick, surely bruising your esophagus, yet you cannot bring yourself to be bothered. The sensation is indescribable, his hands cupping the back of your head and the sheer heat of his body almost overrides the lack of oxygen in your lungsā€” and simply imagining the pleasure he is feeling because of you has electricity shooting down to your core. Jimin has his eyes glued to the sight of his cock disappearing into your mouth, but they quickly shift when your hands find their way to your chest to pull down the bra just enough so your nipples poke out, both hands pushing your breasts together to give him a sight that almost causes him to lose his load right then and there. His hips lose control, stuttering and twitching as his eyes widen comically at the dream-like image of you, and he is forced to pull away after little over a minute of fucking your face. ā€œFuck-!ā€
ā€œIs something the matter?ā€ You ask innocently, knees screaming out from your sustained position. The veins in your husbandā€™s hand bulge as he grips himself so tightly his knuckles turn white, his length jumping every time he opens his eyes to look at you. His use of hard profanity is enough to tell you how much you have unraveled him and you revel in the accomplishment.
ā€œGet up here.ā€ He pants, taking your arm in his free hand and helping you to your feet. You hear him click his tongue at the redness of your knees, but donā€™t have much time to dismiss it before his lips are on yours. Jimin kisses you deeply as if your face is not sloppy with saliva and his precum. He kisses you like it could save lives. And above every filthy thing you have done with him, this kiss is what makes you feel a bashful heat color your cheeks when he pulls you closer.
ā€œAm I to assume I performed well?ā€ You mumble against his lips, eyes crossing slightly to see his smile.
ā€œYou were outstanding. So much so that I nearly came down your pretty throat.ā€ Smugly, Jimin unclips your bra, parting from your lips after several minutes of kissing to trace his tongue down your neck until he reaches your chest, forgoing all teasing to wrap his lips around a pert nipple.
ā€œOh-ā€œ A surprised yelp leaves you and he has to use his strength to keep you from falling over, your legs suddenly feeling like jelly. Your fingers card through his drying hair, tugging at the unbothered man as he has his fun marking and sucking at you. As always, his mouth works miracles, but you have never felt anything like this before. Each swipe of his tongue around your nub has you moaning out his name, when he twists at the other nipple your head falls back in absolute bliss. Heā€™s not doing anything extraordinarily notable, but it is like your body has reached a sensitivity that is completely new to you both. Jimin certainly is enjoying it immensely. His eyes are closed but you can see how they crinkle gleefully at the sides, his cheekbones high almost as if trying to conceal his amusement at your reactions. With puckered lips, he suctions one of your nipples before pulling back to speak.
ā€œI canā€™t wait,ā€ He grazes his teeth over your other tit before continuing. ā€œ-until these fill up with milk for our baby. Iā€™m sure you will look incredible carrying our child inside youā€” even more amazing than you already look, my love. So round and plump... your cute little womb filled to the brim with my cum and baby.ā€ Your eyes roll when one of his hands slips down your panties to tease at your lips. A growl resonates in his chest at the feel of your wetness. ā€œYou like the sound of that, donā€™t you? What would the people say if they found out that their elegant Queen got soaking wet just from sucking cock and thinking of getting her pussy stuffed full of cum? Hmm? Surely they will know how filthy you are once they see you swollen with my child, walking around the kingdom so shamelessly after getting marked by my seed. Theyā€™ll know just how good youā€™ve been for me, darling.ā€
ā€œI want them to know Iā€™m yours; I want to be pregnant with your baby so badly!ā€ You sob, hips bucking into his hand as soon as he makes contact with your clit.
He soothes you with soft kisses along your face, ending with a lick to the corner of your mouth as you pant out loud moans for him. ā€œI know, love. The time will come soon enough.ā€
Once again his lips return to your chest, and the combination of his mouth and fingers has your walls fluttering and clenching around nothing. Even after he removes his hand from your panties to hold you closer to him, you feel the building of an orgasm. Your body is completely taken by his tongue and teeth as they suckle cherry blossoms into your skin. And when his wet fingers travel up to twist at your unattended nipple, you feel your body careening off the edge unexpectedly.
ā€œJ-Jimin, I-ā€œ Your sentence is cut short by a long whimper, mind going blank at the pleasure. You are able to feel how your walls snap open and closed, each pulse growing more intense as the high drags on for what seems like an eternity to you. Jimin groans at the sounds you make and he looks on in awe from where he still laves at your breast as you bite down on your lower lip to ground yourself. He doesnā€™t mind the way you tug at his roots in your bliss. The pain only adds to the throbbing of his cock.
ā€œSo sexy,ā€ He murmurs as you regain your senses. You seem embarrassed, unable to meet his eyes, and he questions it.
ā€œI have never-ā€œ Averting your eyes to the ground, you look for words in your scrambled mind.
ā€œYouā€™ve never cum like that before?ā€ For some reason you find it slightly humiliating and you have no idea why. Were you really that sensitive from not having sex with him for a few weeks? Your nipples were never that receptive before. Nodding in agreement, you hide your face until Jimin lifts your chin with his finger. ā€œDo not shy away from me, My Queen. You look gorgeous when you cum.ā€ Before you can process it, his hands are yanking down your ruined panties, drenched all the way through and dripping. Your back connects with the wall next to the mirror as you are pinned against the surface with his weight. His fingers slide over your clit and you jolt, attempting to close your legs, but he is faster and jams his thigh between yours to hold you open. ā€œIn fact, you look so good that I want to see you do it again.ā€
Without warning, he plunges 2 fingers knuckle deep into you, searching with little trouble for that spongey area inside you. You are wet enough to lubricate his fingers until he drips down his hand, the slick part of his palm beginning to rub harshly against your clit when his fingers curl upwards.
ā€œOh fuck,ā€ You gasp brokenly when he reaches your spot. Feeling you clench, Jimin hums and goes to work massaging the area with the pads of his fingers, pressing his other hand to your lower stomach to increase the pressure. Since the first time you squirted he has been almost obsessed with the sight, working diligently to figure out how to make you do it again. There have been many nights dedicated solely to that causeā€” nights that you endured with bright red cheeks each time he made fun of your fucked out expression and hoarse voiceā€” it is to the point where he now knows your every weakness and can manipulate your body with mastery. He knows exactly how much pressure you like when his fingers are deep inside you. He knows just the right way to massage that sensitive area to get you to fall apart again even if you feel overstimulated. He knows how to move his entire arm to hit that spot each time without fail, his technique flawless as he moves rapidly inside your clenching heat. Almost like a balloon filling with water, you feel another high building up in your core frighteningly fast and the lewd squelch coming from between your legs soon becomes the loudest noise in the room.
ā€œLet go for me,ā€ Jimin encourages into your skin, burying his face in the crook of your neck and panting hot breaths. It is easy to tell how easily he gets himself worked up when pleasuring you. His hard, wet cock twitches incessantly against your thigh, teasingly close to where you want him, and the feeling alone has you galloping closer to your second release. ā€œYou look so beautiful like this, pushed against a wall and taking my fingers. I bet you are just starving for my cock, arenā€™t you, My Queen? Iā€™ll give it to you right after you cum for me. I want you to show me how badly you want it by soaking my arm with your sweet juices.ā€
The filthy words he feeds you only add to the hunger you feel for him. One of your legs lifts to wrap around his waist, pulling him closer as the balloon in your core continues to grow. Your heart is in your ears, beating rapidly, and you have no other choice but to listen to him and release your pleasure. With one synchronized prod of his fingers and circle around your clit, you descend into depraved ecstasy and let the balloon pop. You black out slightly, ears ringing and body numb to the world except for everywhere that your husband touches you, but you are aware of the satisfied moan he gives at your obedience. Whispers of delicate praises tickle your chest as he rests his forehead on your collarbone to watch you soil the floors and his lower half with your clear cum. The sound of it splashing and splattering against each nearby surface is quite embarrassing but you canā€™t bring yourself to think of it when your legs are shaking this hard and your body is tingling with joy.
ā€œGood girl,ā€ You hear Jimin groan, pulling his fingers from you to wrap his arms around your waist so you donā€™t topple over on your wobbly leg. He figures it may just be easier to keep you up if both of your legs are off the wet floor, so he moves your other leg to wind around his waist before carrying you out of the room and away from the mess to the bed.
Your glazed eyes take him in as he stands above you, a hand running through his disheveled hair as he studies you as well. His face is flushed and sweaty and his chest rises and falls quickly, but youā€™re sure that is only partly due to the effort he has just put in. There are claw marks on his shoulders and you gasp. You hadnā€™t realized you were gripping him so tightly, but he doesnā€™t seem to mind the marks at all, focused entirely on the throbbing member between his legs. Your eyes drop down his toned body to where his hand leisurely strokes up and down his shaft, purposely avoiding the tip to keep himself on the edge. It is almost purple with built up pressure, likely painful by this point, and you will yourself to move your weak limbs to reach out for him, pulling him closer to invite him between your open legs.
He takes his place at your center, one hand pressing into the soft mattress beside your head as he leans over you. You want him to kiss you so badly, but you want him inside you even more. He acquiescences this by sliding into you smoothly before swooping down for your lips.
ā€œMm~ Jimin!ā€ The thick girth of his shaft stretches you perfectly, ignorant of your ticklish sensitivity as it searches for the deepest spot within you. In no time at all Jiminā€™s hips are flush with your ass, lips and tongue swallowing your moans into his own mouth.
ā€œ(Y/n)-ā€œ He moans in response. Eyes squeezed tight, he forces himself to remain still. ā€œI lose my breath every time I take this dripping pussy of yours. Iā€™ll never get used to it.ā€ Flattered, you hide your face with his by pulling him in for another kiss. The two of you stay like this for a long while, adjusting to each otherā€™s bodies and basking in the intimacy of the moment.
ā€œMy love, please move.ā€ You whine when the stillness becomes unbearable, yet you grieve at the loss of his heat when he leans away to pull you closer to the edge of the bed.
The first thrust of his hips already has you squirming. Your slick makes it so easy for him to pump into you that he barely has to put in any effort at all, his hips snapping sharply into you from the beginning. You let your legs fall farther apart at his sides and bite your lip when Jiminā€™s eyes land between your thighs, staring intently at the place where your bodies connect. Youā€™re sure he can see everything, from the way your lips spread open around his wide member, to the shiny streaks of your arousal that quickly slick the inside of your thighs. Itā€™s like you can feel his gaze caressing you, your body feeling sensitive everywhere he studies. You moan unabashedly at the sensation.
ā€œDo you like it, My Queen? Does this feel good?ā€ He prompts, eager for your praise.
ā€œY-yes, I-ā€œ It has been so long without his cock inside you that you canā€™t think clearly. All you can do is shout his name and cling to the bedsheets as he wraps his arms around your thighs and holds them flush against his front. The angle makes you stutter, his tip touching somewhere sensitive that has your thighs squeezing closed. ā€œP-please, harder. Use me.ā€
ā€œKeep these fucking legs open.ā€ Jimin growls, thrusting more harshly now. You attempt to follow his command and unclench your thighs, but they shake violently as soon as they part and it takes immense focus for you to hold them there. Looking up at your lover, you see the dark look that overtakes his features, dominance radiating off of him as he gets lost in you. You havenā€™t seen this look on him in a long while, but youā€™d be lying if you said it wasnā€™t sexy. He looks like he wants to eat you alive, devour you whole and leave not a morsel of you left until heā€™s had his fill.
Watching Jimin gain so much pleasure from you takes you to another level of bliss. His fingers dig into your thighs as he pounds his cock within your depths, determined to pull more desperate sounds from your throat, and his teeth bite down on his plush bottom lip in concentration. Sweat now trickles down his brow from the humid heat of the room, undoing the bath he took prior and replacing the soap with the scent of sex that leaks from his pores. This man is undeniably the hottest person you have ever laid eyes on and you canā€™t help but clench around him at the visuals heā€™s giving you.
Feeling you clench, Jimin moans, dragging his eyes up your figure until they land on your breasts. They jolt with every harsh thrust he gives you and dance flirtatiously in front of himā€” he canā€™t look away. Suddenly, he leans down and snatches up your hands, pinning them above your head with his fingers intertwined with yours, nearly drooling at how delectable you look under him. Your breasts certainly look different, the shape has become rounder and they jiggle slightly more than he can remember, but Jimin doesnā€™t think much of this as he focuses on delivering hard strokes. You shiver when his tongue licks a stripe up your damp neck, sucking a spot just below your ear before nibbling the lobe. He knows this is a weak spot for you, and just as he expected, your walls tighten around him once more. You push against him, trying to free your hands, but he has them locked sturdily in his grasp, silently forcing you to submit to him. You probably want to wind your fingers in his hair or grip onto his biceps, but he wonā€™t give up an ounce of power at the moment. Not while he is ravaging you like this. So you settle for squeezing his hands and soaking in their warmth, gasping breathlessly as he takes you. You are entirely at his mercy and you absolutely love it.
One of his hands moves down to grip your thigh and push it open, unlocking you from where you have been clenched around his hips. Both of your wrists now held in one hand and still pinned against the sheets. The bed frame creaks noisily as he changes pace, abandoning his hard and fast thrusts for a slow and deep grind that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Something feels different about you, about the way you feel around him as the head of his cock licks at your cervix. Itā€™s softer than usual and open for him, almost begging for his sperm, and he thinks this is the perfect time to get you pregnant. He aims to stay deep inside you. Each powerful movement is purposeful, everything down to the slight arch of his back that allows his pubic bone to grind into your clit, and you feel like youā€™re going crazy.
ā€œOh fuck, Jimin! Iā€™m close again!ā€ Your voice is strained in your throat and he smirks at the sound. He can feel it, the swell of your walls around him as you near your third high, and he swears itā€™s tighter than usual. Your muscles begin to tense up and push against him, preparing for your inevitable release. And just because you feel like pushing his buttons today, you allow your thighs to attempt to squeeze closed again.
ā€œWhat did I say?!ā€ The depth of his voice shocks you briefly and your eyes snap open to look at him. His jaw is tight as his stare bores into you with deadly intensity. ā€œKeep your fucking legs open. Or do I have to hold them for you?ā€ You let out a whimper, not daring to move your hands from their raised position when he drops your wrists to push open your other thigh, leaving you dripping and exposed in front of him. Your skin dimples where his fingertips dig into youā€” though he is careful not to bruise youā€” and he seems to hit even deeper like this. ā€œYou used to be so well behaved, My Queen. Are you acting out just to get a rise out of me?ā€
You dodge the question. ā€œPlease, Jimin, please make me cum again.ā€ You can hardly hear anything aside from the slap of his balls against your ass and the squelch of his cock pushing through your warm walls.
ā€œYou think you deserve to cum? What will you do for it?ā€ A dark chuckle leaves his throat when he sees you genuinely thinking of a response, biting so hard on your lip that he fears it might bleed.
ā€œAnything.ā€ You breathe. Youā€™re unsure of how long you can hold back your orgasm, he feels so good fucking you like this, pushing his whole length into you without mercy.
ā€œAnything, darling?ā€ A lecherous grin plasters itself onto his mouth at your expression. ā€œHm, are you just saying that because youā€™re desperate? I can tell it feels good, youā€™re leaking all over me. Do you like it when I go deep like this?ā€ You nod with a whine, eyelids pressed closed to hold back from cumming. ā€œOpen your eyes. Look at how deep I am inside you.ā€ Peeling your eyes open, you peer down at yourself upon his command and see where his own eyes are glued. A small bulge presses against your lower abdomen every time he pushes in, disappearing when he pulls out only to reappear with the next thrust. Neither of you can take your eyes off of the sight, absolutely mesmerized by it.
ā€œPlease, Iā€™m so close!ā€ You groan loudly.
ā€œYou say youā€™ll do anything, my love?ā€
ā€œYes!ā€
ā€œWill you be a good girl and let me put my baby in you? Let me cum right here against this fertile womb and get you pregnant with my baby?ā€ The effect of his dirty talk is immediate and you clamp down on him, barely holding back as his hand rests over the bulge in your tummy, adding the tiniest amount of pressure to it.
ā€œI will! Please!ā€ Tears wet your doe eyes as you look up at him, digging your nails into the soft sheets above your head to keep from moving your arms from their position. He notes this with a hum, speeding up his hips in reward for your obedience.
ā€œI know you will. Now cum.ā€ On command, your body lets go of all the pent up pressure in your core, gripping onto his length with unbearable strength. Your walls pulsate with so much force that you nearly push him out, and when he finally pulls out of you, you squirt once again over the ledge of the bed. His hands on your legs do nothing to quell the wild tremors that overtake you and the streams of tears that flow over the apples of your cheeks. You are truly a sight to see, flushed red and glowing with the aftermath of yet another ferocious orgasm. Your sensitivity once again shocks him into silence. He didnā€™t even need to touch your clit for you to climax.
His stiff member bobs like a flagpole in the wind as he takes you in. Itā€™s so hard that it stands straight up against his abdomen, jumping with its own pulse. When you open your eyes it is the first thing you see, and your body heats up again.
ā€œCan you take any more, my love?ā€ Jimin questions with concern, tracing his hands up your waist soothingly.
ā€œAlways. I can always take more of you.ā€ Despite the screaming in your limbs, you sit up abruptly and pull him down to the bed, rolling the two of you over as you lock lips. Jimin seems surprised but not opposed to the shift in power dynamics, sensing that you want to take the reins for now. Your fingers wrap around his base and line him up with your slit, showing not even a momentā€™s hesitation before dropping down and knocking the wind out of both of you.
ā€œYou do not have to-ā€œ
ā€œNo, Jimin, I want to. I am supposed to be treating you after all, let me make you feel good.ā€
Fuck, youā€™re hot. Not only do you look amazing on top of him, but your pussy feels much hotter than usual. And itā€™s so tight, as if itā€™s greedy for every inch of him and eager to suck out his release. He wonā€™t last long like this, that is for certain. His hands support you as you shift into a squat above himā€” and maybe itā€™s the novelty of the position, but he swears itā€™s never felt this good before.
ā€œI imagined this so many times, but I never thought Iā€™d actually get to see you riding me like this.ā€ He confesses in a strained breath. You press your palms into his chest to lift yourself up, lowering yourself experimentally before repeating the action with less restraint.
ā€œAm I living up to your expectations?ā€ It could just be the angle, but his cock feels unbelievably deep inside you, and you half expect it to hurt yet you feel no pain. There is not even the slightest bit of discomfort as he nudges at your womb and you attribute this to the three incredible orgasms you have already reached tonight.
ā€œGod, yes.ā€ He canā€™t look away from where you impale yourself on him, your shaky legs spread wide to let him see every second of the erotic display. From the way you grip him every time you lift up, to the strings of your arousal and cum that weave a sticky web between your ass and his pelvis, and even to the way your clit swallows in delight, he almost goes lightheaded as he takes it all in. His throat bobs as he gulps, back arching off the sheets under your warm hands.
ā€œFaster?ā€
You donā€™t wait for a response before you start speeding up. Heā€™s close, you can feel it in the way he swells against your walls and see it in the way his neck and chest color that pretty pink color you adore so much. Your limbs are aching for relief and it takes all of your remaining energy to keep up your efforts, but you wouldnā€™t dream of stopping. No, you are determined to bring Jimin to his end no matter what. The high pitched moans he lets out for your ears only are more than enough motivation to keep going, but you are working for a prize much more valuable that the lovely sounds he makes for you. You want his cum. You want it so badly that it is the only thing you can think of, so despite the pain in your fragile legs as you bounce yourself as hard and fast as you can, you continue for him. Youā€™ve never been afraid to put in a little effort, and this is something you are willing to work for.
ā€œ(Y/n), Iā€™m gonna cum!ā€ Jiminā€™s dialect shines through strongly as he grits his teeth through the pleasure you bombard him with. You know it must feel different for him, the pleasure is always so much more intense when you arenā€™t the one doing all the work, and this is the first time youā€™ve pinned him down like this. Itā€™s the first time youā€™ve dropped yourself down to clamp your knees on either side of him and wrap yourself around his upper body as you pant into his neck, leaving sloppy kisses and coaxing him toward his high with whispered words. Now that the roles are reversed, you can see just how wrecked he is for youā€” the usually composed king now lies spread in a heap of matted hair, sweaty skin, and bitten lips, completely speechless and grasping onto your thighs in a desperate bid to hold onto his sanity. ā€œPlease, I- I-ā€œ
ā€œCum for me, My King,ā€ You are sure your body has just about reached its limit, but you feel no pain or fatigue when you look into your loverā€™s eyes and find an unraveled man. ā€œI promised I would take your cum and let you get me pregnant. Give it all to me, my love, I want it. Cum inside me, Jimin.ā€
Bucking his hips, Jimin loses all control and throws his head back in anticipation as he aids your movements with his strong arms. When he feels your lips on his chin, he leans forward and allows you to swallow his groans of pleasure, both of you starved for breath but unwilling to pull away from the kiss. Everything you have done for him tonightā€” wearing sexy lingerie, getting on your knees to please him, squirting not once but twiceā€” culminates into this one moment and he doesnā€™t think he can take take it. Itā€™s all too much. With three sharp thrusts from both of you, he climaxes with a shout, lifting you up along with him as his hips rise off the bed.
ā€œOh fuck!ā€ Maybe you shouldnā€™t feel this way, but you giggle giddily at the state of rapture heā€™s in because of you. The veins in his neck pop out of his skin as he dumps spurt after spurt of his semen into you, and you think this is the biggest load heā€™s ever given you. It takes a long time for him to come down from his high and for a moment you wonder if he will be okay with the way he twitches and shivers as your hips roll to a stop.
He doesnā€™t seem to mind your weight resting on top of him, nor does he react to the light kisses you press to his drenched skin. He does, however, wrap his arms securely around you when you shift to roll off of him, holding you on top of his body until you both have caught your breath and can open your heavy eyelids enough to look at each other with tired smiles.
ā€œI love you.ā€ You grin, running your digits through his disheveled mop of hair.
ā€œI love you more, My Queen.ā€ He pulls you down for another kiss to silence whatever rebuttal you surely have prepared at the tip of your tongue because he knows what you will say. And the thought makes his heart swell.
It seems like hours pass before both of you can work up the strength to part from each other. You have to be carried to the bathroom because your limbs feel far too weak and Jimin is not yet willing to let you go from his embrace. He is mindful of the puddle that you left on the floor as he carries you to the bath, and both of you sink into the depths together to wash away all your sins. You stay like that until your toes are pruned and the water is slightly cooler than lukewarm, the time flying by as you talk freely about everything you can think of: your hopes for your future family, your day with Jackson and Lena, gossip about Lilian and her whereaboutsā€” she has not yet returned to the lodge even at this late hour and you hope that she is safe, but more importantly, you hope that her night with that handsome male servant ends similarly to yours. She could afford to take tonight and tomorrow off to unwind a bit, you feel a tad guilty that her needs may be neglected in the kingdom as she tends to you nonstop in the castle. Sleep finds you both easily and you cannot drop the smile from your cheeks as you cuddle up with the man you love.
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This afternoon would have been perfect if not for the way you were feeling. Sparse clouds float through the sunny blue sky, the mountains surrounding you blossoming with vibrancy, but the beautiful scenery is dulled in your bleary eyesight. The lightheadedness youā€™d felt upon arrival two days ago has returned, along with a pounding headache that dampens your mood.
Jimin and Jackson walk ahead of their queens, talking casually as though they had been friends for years. The sight makes your heart grow warm and you use it to distract you from your discomfort as you walk along the outside pathways to a different section of the enormous castle. Lena notices the shift in your demeanor fairly quickly, commenting that you look less energized than yesterday.
ā€œDid you not sleep well last night?ā€ She implores, her brow creased with worry.
ā€œI had a very restful sleep last night, but it feels like my body is dragging behind.ā€ You try to keep yourself from rubbing at your face. Royals are not supposed to show weakness and vulnerability in public, and even though you are only surrounded by Kyungsoo and a few of Lenaā€™s servants, you wish to uphold your appearances. ā€œI do not feel sick, however, so I do not think it is caused by illness.ā€
ā€œWould there be any other reason for you to feel fatigued? We did spend quite a considerable amount of time in the heat yesterday.ā€
ā€œWell,ā€ The guards and servants lag behind you far enough for them not to hear your conversation, but you still lower your voice in modesty. ā€œJimin and I were intimate late into the evening...ā€ You figure your late night activities are also the reason for the tenderness you feel in your breasts, your tight undergarments causing slight pain as they bind your chest.
ā€œAh, I see!ā€ She beams back at you, giggling. ā€œYou were not used to such strenuous exercise. I have experience with thatā€” one time Jackson kept me in bed for so long that I nearly fainted from dehydration! Jimin seems like he would have a lot of stamina, be careful with that one.ā€ The wiggle of her eyebrows lifts your spirits a bit. Speaking of such lewd subjects is seen as unladylike, especially for royalty, but you find yourself uncaring of that when you are with Lena. You have never had a woman of your same age and status to converse with before, no one could ever relate or felt comfortable enough to speak freely with you. This closeness you have with her is a novel feelingā€” and it is likely that Jimin feels the same with Jackson.
ā€œIā€™ll be sure to be mindful of that.ā€ You smile, staring at the back of his head. Your husband turns to look at you when he feels your eyes as he passively listens to the other King recall a story, sending a wink your way before returning his attention to the man beside him.
ā€œIs there any other possible explanation for your symptoms?ā€ Redirecting your gaze to Lena, you catch how her eyes flicker down to your stomach, a small smile on her lips. As soon as you realize her meaning, you stiffen, legs nearly bringing you to a halt.
ā€œNo,ā€ Your eyes fall to the ground. ā€œI... do not think it is pregnancy. Before I departed from home I was examined by my doctor and she-ā€œ You sigh. ā€œI am not pregnant.ā€
ā€œHmm. Well, I have been pregnant 4 times and have experienced many symptoms with each of my children. What you described to me sounds familiar. Do not dismiss the idea just yet, (Y/n).ā€
Before you can even open your mouth to form a reply, you are hit with a wave of dizziness that makes the world spin. Kyungsoo is by your side in an instant, stabilizing you as someone asks if you are alright. You are led to a nearby bench where all of the servants crowd around you, Jimin rushing over when he hears the commotion.
ā€œ(Y/n)?! Whatā€™s the matter?ā€ The world spins a little less when your eyes are closed, so you do not look up at him, but you can imagine the almost sickly worry covering his lovely face. You know he has been especially traumatized by the events of your wedding and you never want to put him in a situation like that again, but you canā€™t help the way your body feels. Distantly, you hear Jackson order a servant to get the doctor, footsteps skittering away as he comes to squat down in front of you.
ā€œAre you ill?ā€ Jacksonā€™s voice calms the anxiety you werenā€™t aware you were feeling. It is frightening not knowing whatā€™s going on with your own body. Lenaā€™s words ring in your mind.
ā€œN-no, it is just the altitude. I just need to rest for a minute.ā€ Your excuse is almost convincing, but no one movesā€” except for Jimin, who moves closer to you on the bench to support your back. After a few minutes, your head begins to clear, though your vision remains blurry. Eyes silently peer at you from all sides and you can feel them hot on your skin, embarrassment now the prominent emotion you feel. ā€œPlease do not worry about me, I am fine, really.ā€
ā€œAre you certain? We can rest here for a little while longer.ā€ Jimin suggests gently, but for some reason this irritates you.
ā€œI said Iā€™m fine.ā€ You snap, earning an even more concerned look from him. Just then, the doctor approaches, slightly out of breath and sweating. ā€œI donā€™t need a doctor! Iā€™m feeling better already. Look.ā€ You no longer feel dizzy anymore so you attempt to stand, rising quickly from the seat to come face to face with Jackson as he rises as well. Jimin still has his arm around you, both men watching you closely. ā€œSee?ā€ But as soon as youā€™re stable on your feet, the spinning returns as if on cue and you come toppling forward into Jacksonā€™s arms, everything going black.
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ā€œYou donā€™t need to do this, Jackson, I told you I feel okay now.ā€ You grumble as he carries you to the infirmary inside the castle. He took you into his arms without hesitation when you fell, offering to carry you because Jimin was rapidly descending into distress. While you were only out for about 2 minutes before you regained consciousness, everyone had reacted as if you were dying.
Looking at your husband now, you can see how unnerved he has become. Because he is a General who has seen many battles, he has trained himself not to react emotionally in stressful situationsā€” but you can read the look in his eyes as clear as day as he walks alongside you, watching you more closely than what is in front of him.
ā€œThat is what you said earlier, and then you fainted immediately afterwards. Do not worry, I donā€™t mind carrying you. I needed a little exercise today anyway.ā€ Always a jokester, you crack a smile at his comment, rolling your eyes as the doctor leads him into a room to rest you on the bed. The doctor works quickly, taking a blood sample from you and leaving for the lab, having already taken your vitals when you initially passed out. ā€œWeā€™ll be waiting outside.ā€ With that, Jackson takes Lenaā€™s shaky hand and exits the room, leaving you in bed and Jimin hovering over you awkwardly.
ā€œPlease sit down, you are making me nervous.ā€ You breathe. He blinks and nods absently, perching himself on the edge of the bed next to you. ā€œAre you okay?ā€
ā€œI should be asking you that.ā€ He laughs dryly. Jimin bites his lip when you give him a sympathetic gaze and take his hand. Your words from the argument you had nearly a month ago echo in his head. This is a chance for him to open up to you about his emotions and seek your comfort, your expression shows that you are expecting it of him, so he takes a deep breath. Thereā€™s no use hiding his emotions from you. ā€œTruth be told, I am a wreck. You fainting brought back some rather unpleasant memories.ā€ He confesses.
ā€œIā€™m sorry.ā€ You really are apologetic, stressing him out is the last thing you ever wanted to do.
ā€œIt is not your fault. I just worry about you so much. I cannot bear to lose you, my love, and I feel so helpless when things like this happen, it feels like I always have to wait for others to come to rescue you.ā€
ā€œWould you like to become a doctor so you are more prepared, then?ā€ He wasnā€™t expecting that response and snaps his head up to look at you when you laugh. ā€œYou cannot control everything that happens to me, Jimin. It is okay to let others help. All I need is for you to stay by my side, your presence is more than enough.ā€ He nods at this, accepting the kiss you plant on his cheek and squeezing your hands.
Long seconds of silence pass as you wait for the doctor to return. Then, a sudden thought pops into your mind that makes you groan aloud.
ā€œLilian is going to be pissed at me.ā€ You canā€™t help but chuckle at the circumstances.
ā€œWhy is that?ā€
ā€œI told her to take off today and enjoy her time here, but she was worried about me so she initially refused. I assured her of my health this morning before we left. I can only imagine to look on her face once she finds out what happened.ā€ You do feel a bit bad, Lilian knows you better than anyone and it is clear that she could tell something was off, but you convinced her that her instincts were wrong and now you find yourself in the infirmary. She will surely put herself down over this incident because of her absence when you most needed her.
ā€œYou can worry about her after we confirm that you are okay. For now, let us focus on this.ā€ Just then, the doctor enters the room again, coming to stand at the bottom of the bed as you and Jimin look up at them with expectant eyes. Your heart pounds in your chest. Youā€™ve become so used to hearing bad news from doctors, you are almost conditioned to be nervous and guarded around them.
ā€œ(Y/n), I have determined the cause of your sudden collapse.ā€ Jimin squeezes your hand tighter and you can feel the sweat on his fingertips. ā€œIt appears that you are pregnant! Congratulations! The blood tests showed high levels of-ā€œ
ā€œPardon?ā€ You interject with a raspy voice. Your brain is having a hard time processing the words and you blink slowly for a few seconds, unaware of Jiminā€™s shell shocked expression. ā€œI- H-how can this be? My physician tested me right before I left and she said I was not pregnant.ā€
ā€œWell, it is entirely possible to get false negative results, especially when it is early in the pregnancy. I donā€™t think it reflects poorly on your physician, these things just happen sometimes and are completely out of our control. But looking at my test results and the symptoms you have been experiencing, I am certain that you are about 6 weeks pregnant.ā€
ā€œB-but I bled last month.ā€
ā€œFor how many days?ā€
ā€œOne or two...ā€
ā€œThen that was likely implantation bleeding, which is to be expected. Dizziness and even fainting are also fairly common symptoms, so there is no particular need to worry about todayā€™s incidentā€” though I recommend that you make sure to get adequate rest and nutrition to avoid complications in the future. Once again, congratulations.ā€
Finally, you drag your gaze over to your husband who has been silent since the doctor appeared, and his eyes are filled to the brim with tears when they connect with yours.
ā€œYou- (Y/n), youā€™re finally pregnant!ā€ He whispers, and the way his voice cracks causes the dam to break within yourself and all of your emotions come flooding out. Before you know it youā€™re wrapped in his embrace, both of you simultaneously sobbing and laughing into each otherā€™s necks from pure joy and surprise as the doctor excuses themselves from the room. It is like all of the building frustration from the past several months has been crushing you slowly and now that weight has been lifted, allowing you to breathe freely for the first time. Jimin feels similarly. He has been holding back so many of his emotions since you first started trying to get pregnant and that has taken a tremendous toll on his mind and body, but for the first time, he can finally release those emotions and let himself feel the heaviness of it all. He is crying harder than you are, soaking the top of your dress as you cradle his head to you and hold him there. His hands ghost over your waist and lower abdomen so delicately, as if protecting the growing life inside of you.
When youā€™ve both gotten yourselves together enough to allow Jackson and Lena to visit, they rush in without hesitation.
ā€œIs everything okay?ā€ Lena is by your side first, immediately noticing your red and puffy eyes. Youā€™re a little bit hesitant to tell her because you know sheā€™ll gloat about her ā€œsixth senseā€.
ā€œYes, Iā€™m alright. We just found out that I am pregnant.ā€ The room erupts into noise, the two of them sounding like an entire circus as Jackson nearly jumps on Jimin in a bear hug and Lena squeals excitedly beside you.
ā€œI knew it! You dismissed me so offhandedly and it turns out that I was right! I have a sixth sense for these things, you know; you should trust me more often.ā€ Just as expected.
ā€œAnd here you were, just telling me how worried you were about not yet yielding an heir to the throne,ā€ Jackson throws a heavy arm over Jiminā€™s shoulder. ā€œI suppose we should celebrate before you depart in the morning. I will throw a lovely ball tonight in your honor!ā€
ā€œOh, I must oversee the preparations then! Get some rest, (Y/n), and congratulations again!ā€ And just like that, the couple is gone, rushing back out of the room and leaving you and your husband giggling.
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ā€œI am sorry, Lilian.ā€ You apologize for what feels like the thousandth time. She continues to pout as she helps load your belongings into the carriage, barely sparing you a glance.
ā€œI knew I should have stayed; I had a feeling something would happen.ā€ She turns to scowl, not necessarily at you but it is in your direction. ā€œI cannot believe I missed such a huge announcement as well! Both Jackson and Lena found out before me, this is so unfair.ā€
ā€œYou sound like a child,ā€ You snicker, taking Kyungsooā€™s hand as he helps you into the carriage behind Jimin.
ā€œYes, well I think I am allowed to throw a tantrum just this once.ā€ You catch Kyungsoo crack a grin at her, the first time youā€™ve seen any emotion from him, and it brings a smile to your own face.
ā€œIf it makes you feel any better, Kyungsoo found out after Jackson and Lena, too.ā€ Jimin comments, taking your hand and pulling you into his side.
ā€œIt does not make me feel better because he still found out before me!ā€
The sun is still low in the sky but slowly rises as you depart from the kingdom. Once you return to the castle, there are many duties that you must take care of, and many traditional processes you will have to go through now that you are pregnantā€” you are carrying a possible future heir to the throne after all. But you have never been happier. For now it still feels surreal, even though you have waited nearly a year for this moment, but as soon as the people of your kingdom come to greet you and celebrate the news of your conception, the reality of the situation will hit and you are sure you will be overwhelmed with new challenges. Pregnancy is not an easy thing, but at least you will have Jimin with you to help you through it all, just as he has always done. You rest your head on his shoulder with a mischievous grin.
ā€œSo Lilian, how was your date the other night? You seemed rather cozy with that young man at the ball yesterday evening.ā€
ā€œIt was not a date!ā€
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why-this-kolaveri-machi Ā· 3 years ago
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just because youā€™re afraid it doesnā€™t mean youā€™re broken.
Titans 3.05
once more into the cold dark void of the internet with my stream-of-consciousness take on a superhero tv show...
spoilers ahead.
1. i cannot believe that among the first things i get to hear in this episode with my own two ears is the line 'eluded our overdudes'. why must you give me such pain along with so much joy, show?
1.5. scarecrow stringing jason along on this path to red-hood-dom is not something i wouldā€™ve ever expected, but does kind of make sense.Ā 
1.55. i donā€™t know all the details of the original resurrection arc in the comics but i like that jason, weirdly, has a greater role to play in his own demise and rebirth? i think it makes it easier to draw a line between his past trauma, the demonstrably shitty and terrifying responsibility of being robin, the ways bruce and the titans wronged him, his responses to that, the reasons he turns to scarecrow, and his final evolution to red hood. it makes for a smoother character arc rather than a one that was interrupted for two decades before somebody went oh hey letā€™s resurrect that kid that the audience once voted to kill and make him an anti-hero!
1.75. whatā€™s crane giving him? anti fear toxin? anyway, crane is a fucking creep and iā€™m not sure i want to see a whole lot of him on my screen.
2. oh, um, heads up: thereā€™s a long sequence of unsteady cam + flickering lights right after the title card upto the 3:16 mark. itā€™s a bit headache-inducing so if you want to skip, you can go ahead and do that.Ā 
2.45. thatā€™s... weird... why would he dream about... donna...
ok, who am i kidding. iā€™m going to jump right into my theory about Why Titans Makes Sense Actually because the show itself is apparently not interested in explaining itself:
a) it makes no sense for jason to be conjuring up donna--who famously did not care much for him!--in his dreams. (he wasnā€™t even there when she died.) or for her to be telling him donā€™t go or thereā€™s still time.
b) this leads me to think that thatā€™s actually donna, in some sort of limbo between life and death, the kind of place where jericho used to be
c) rachel has demonstrated that she has the power to link the minds of the titans across great distances--she called jason and hank/dawn for help in 2.01, she linked up everybody later in the season, projected dickā€™s hallucination of his father into their brains without even realising she was doing it, and in the finale, she managed to get dick into connerā€™s brain. sheā€™s in themyscira now. is this how she gets donna back to life? but reaching out to her in that non-space between life and death?
d) the next obvious question is: why isnā€™t donna appearing in the dreams of the other titans? she probably is, but they have better reason to be dreaming about her since they were actually close to her, unlike jason.
e) but why would she warn jason in particular? does she foresee jason entering the afterlife--however briefly? does she have an idea of what jason plans to do and what he will become?
f) anyway, more trippy mindscapes and weird psychic powers, yay!
2.5. my heart clenchedĀ when bruce comforted jason post-nightmare: clearly iā€™ve been reading way too much batfam fic. this is a side of bruce we havenā€™t really been told to expect by all the characters on the show calling him aĀ ā€˜psychopathā€™ (*cough*unreliablenarrators*cough*) and him getting jason to speak to a professional speaks volumesĀ about the kind of self-reflection heā€™s done post dickā€™s departure, and maybe some of the regrets he has with regards to how he dealt with dickā€™s traumas.
i mean, just look at him when jason dismisses his concerns! BRUCE IS TRYING JASON
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anyway, i have a whole lot more i want to say about this, but iā€™ll save it for later.Ā 
also: LESLIE THOMPKINS!!!!
3. i really like molly--and i love that sheā€™s a friend from before jason got taken in by bruce, the implication that they meet up regularly and that sheā€™s a grounding influence on him (tho clearly not grounding enoughĀ to not go along with his dumbass idea about confronting a child trafficker alone).Ā 
3.5. aw, jason. robin was his armour against everything in the world that would throw him down and chew him to bits, but san francisco proved that even robin wasnā€™t enough to protect him. itā€™s really interesting howĀ ā€˜disillusionment with the idea of robinā€™ is so integral to the traumas of both dick and jason but in such different ways.Ā 
4. LESLIE!!!!!!! i even forgive her office being so goddamn blue because leslie!Ā 
4.5. it makes so much sense for titans!verse leslie to be a therapist, because this show is so inward looking anyway, and therapist sessions are a useful tool to showcase this character work in a story. besides, at least in fanfic, leslie often seems to double up as a counsellor anyway.Ā 
4.6. oh man. iā€™m not terribly convinced by waltersā€™ red hood (tho i think that may be the point--argh. iā€™ll come back to this thought later. have to stop getting distracted!) but he plays the asshole kid thatā€™s trying not to let any real emotion seep through really well.
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ā€œyouā€™d like me to punch you, wouldnā€™t youā€
5. not sure what to think of batmanā€™s little trophy case other than the show winking unsubtly at us and going look look - catwoman! the riddler! two face! you excited yet?! itā€™s like the scene from the end of amazing spiderman 2Ā when they were trying to drum up excitement for a sinister six spinoff by having harry osborne walk by a bunch of display cases with stuff from iconic villains in them.
... but then again, bruce does like to display a lot of shit in his batcave, including his dead robinā€™s bloodstained costume, so.
5.5. bruce is so softĀ with jason itā€™s killing me. beyond just trying to learn from his mistakes with dick, it speaks to his own genuine desire to balance his dedication to gotham with doing the best by his sons, although heā€™s often not successful with that.Ā 
i love that titans is really playing the long game with bruce wayne, with each season and character-perspective sliding in fresh pieces of a bigger puzzle. titansā€™ bruce has always been a phantom of other peoplesā€™ making, but now weā€™re getting the idea that heā€™s a whole lot more complicated than other people make it seem.
5.75. it really recontextualises some of his actions from previous seasons: the fact that he locked dick out of his security systems in 1.06 is likely his way of respecting dickā€™s independence and his desire not to be associated with batman/gotham anymore. jason knowing about bruceā€™s tracker while dick doesnā€™t is probably bruce trying to be more honest and upfront with his charges. bruce sending jason packing off to sanfran to spend time with the titans is probably not him passing on a big responsibility to dick (as i first uncharitably thought) but him trying to get jason out of the toxic influence of gotham for a while and a sign of his trust in dick as a leader and a mentor,
5.8. i mean, bruce is a prick, but heā€™s also human.
6. i think leslie is doing some good work with jason here, though she may have overstepped the line with her line about robin as a construct being projected by a man with BPD. her speculations about bruceā€™s diagnosis have no place in her session with jason, and if bruce confides in her, an egregious violation of patient-therapist confidentiality.Ā 
(about the diagnosis itself... i donā€™t know. i canā€™t really confirm or refute this without a whole lot more information, and iā€™m not sure if the writer of this episode means BPD in the same way an actual professional might.)
6.5. i think a huge thing that gets missed out in a lot of recent comics as well as movies/shows is that bruce didnā€™t create the robin persona out of whole cloth. dick did. heā€™s the starting point of that legacy and to call it entirely bruceā€™s creation is blatant erasure of that. in fact, iā€™m surprised that dick doesnā€™t feature more in the conversations theyā€™re having about the pressures of being robin. after all, the guy had been robin--bruceā€™s partner--for such a long time before jason.Ā 
6.8. (and hereā€™s the primal part of me that resonates the deepest with dick grayson--the Eldest Daughter part--thatā€™s sort of resentful: that jason gets the therapy and softness and the learning from mistakes when it took years and years for bruce to reach out in any meaningful way to dick.)
7. oooh that was a great scene!
itā€™s fun to do these stream-of-consciousness live reactions, because the moment you step down from your soapbox, the episode goes right into tackling what you were just complaining about. bruce means well, heā€™s learning, but he goes about exactly the wrong way to help jason: taking away robin nowĀ canā€™t be read by jason as anything but a devastating judgment call from bruce. and iain glen really sells the moment that bruce realises this--too late--and his helplessness in trying to get jason to see that it isnā€™t jasonā€™s fault that heā€™s trying to do this. he loves jason enough that jason is enough.Ā 
7.5. aaaah so jason brings up the elephant in the room at last. dick got everything makes sense from his perspective, where getting to put on a costume and fight crime means approval, means being something stronger and better than you are. dick got to be robin, then nightwing, and a leader of a whole team of other costume-clad heroes.Ā 
8. ... how did jason just walkĀ into arkham????? this is ridiculous.
8.3. i mean, clearly jasonā€™s not thinking straight, but betraying batman like this puts his possibilities of being robin again even further away.Ā 
8.5. watching that chemistry experiment montage was strangely funny. this guy is looking for an antidote to fear? well, constantly mixing up and inhaling gases concocted by a mad-scientist supervillain is something only the very fearless--reckless to the point of foolishness!--would do. whatā€™s to say craneā€™s not given you a formula for a drug that will keep you tethered to his every will and whim? hmmmm?
8.7. so he sought out the joker to... test the formula???Ā 
9. wow theĀ ā€œloud and clear... bossā€ hits different after a whole episode of them referring to each other as father and son.
9.3. waitwaitwait HOLD UP. wait a DANG MINUTE. youā€™re telling me that scarecrow had enough resources that he could not only have folks on the outside steal jason away and dunk him in a lazarus pit (i TOLD you that this show would bring up and dismiss raā€™s al ghul in a ten second aside! I TOLD YOU) but also have his own little chemistry lab in the basement, AND have enough resources for jason to build his red hood persona???????? all of this in barely twenty four hours?
well there goes myĀ ā€˜jason orchestrated his deathā€™ theory. it was nice while it lasted. *cups hands to the sky* fly away, my baby.
9.6. a part of me is gleeful at the rushed nature of such an iconic transformation though, especially when compared to all the character work that went before it. weā€™re so used to getting the opposite that itā€™s fucking delightful to have a show thatā€™s more interested in exploring its charactersā€™ minds rather than battle scenes or recreating transformations from the comics. thatā€™s taken such bold and exciting steps to fully convey all the nuances of its most recognisable character, bruce wayne, from casting an older actor to play him to unflinchingly showing just how damaging the vigilante lifestyle has been to him and the people he loves. BRILLIANT
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*sporfle*
10. again, heads up: a whole lot of flashing lights between 40:28 and 42:00.Ā 
10.3. i guess itā€™s the super-compressed timeline thatā€™s really throwing me off. where did he have the time to get/develop the mind control thing from? or is it something that he got from the cabal of villains that he intimidated at the beginning of 3.02? very messy.
10.5. i love molly, i hope she shows up again this season.
11. aaaand thatā€™s it! that was a solid episode as flashback episodes go, but now i canā€™t waitĀ to return to the present.
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loved-lefthaunted Ā· 4 years ago
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What are your thoughts on all the evermore songs?
oh my god. this is such a hard question for me so brace yourself. itā€™s taken me nearly 2 months to write this out and i still donā€™t think iā€™ve managed to encapsulate all my thoughts.
So, I have very strong feelings about evermore. I immediately loved it three times as much as folklore, for a variety of reasons. I can do a song-by-song breakdown alongside my general thoughts of the album below:
Firstly, I want to preface this by saying that I do not disregard the impact that folklore had on me prior to evermoreā€™s release. I am not oblivious to the fact that folklore likely primed me for the sound that evermore had and that my mind was set up for a similar sounding album so was willing to receive it with more open ears.
That being said, I think that evermore is the superior album. The overall emotional range and sonic variety of the album is wider and more thought out. The different songs provide a more well-rounded listen in my opinion and give me much more emotional investment than folklore. Each individual song feels strong and there are far more songs with single potential than folklore.
So letā€™s get down to it:
1. Willow - iconic. The big sister that cardigan deserves. The song that I wish the Lover album had been. A song so fully devoted in such a soft and sweeet way without feeling sickly. A mature way to dedicate a song to the person that you canā€™t live without but in a way that doesnā€™t throw pink confetti at your face and tell single people to fuck off. TAKE MY HAND? OKAY TAYLOR. WRECK MY PLANS? FOR SURE BABES. THATā€™S MY MAN? 100% FEEL U GAL.
2. Champagne Problems - LOOK. I AM CLAIMING THE NAME SAMPAGNE PROBLEMS FOR ALL FUTURE CONTENT. I want to be proposed to just so that I can reject them and then get wildly drunk on overpriced alcohol. Itā€™s heartwrenching in a way that Taylor hasnā€™t been since the likes of Treacherous. It doesnā€™t throw sadness at you, overwhelm you with tears. It hides heartbreak within a soft piano riff and gorgeous imagery.
3. Gold Rush - a sapphic daydream. i cannot believe this is real. The return of a heart-thumping drumbeat and the most lovely, pure song that just describes the infatuation with someone beautiful and how you can wonder about them and be so happy about them and jealous of them all at once.
4. ā€˜Tis The Damn Season - this christmas song makes me wish i had a boy next door in my hometown that i could randomly sleep with. why donā€™t i have a fluffy hallmark holiday film based upon this premise? why isnā€™t there a christmas music video to show me how their interactions work during the holidays and how it differs so vastly with their normal lives? Why can i feel both the distance and the closeness that these two people feel? the cutest dedication to a very un-cute casual relationship. a bittersweet shout out to the people who make us happy for a few fleeting moments spread out over the long haul.
5. Tolerate It - i have very VERY strong feelings about this one. it feels like it both encapsulates romantic and non-romantic love so perfectly. It pairs perfectly with the likes of Closure (more on that later). We all deserve to be celebrated. In a world of people settling for less than they deserve, we should reach for those who deserve us. We are worth it. Find someone who will show us how worthy we are. Itā€™s aching and slow and painful and just....everything. Just because someone has always been there doesnā€™t mean they deserve to continue to be there. Tolerating you is not the same as deserving your loyalty.
6. No Body, No Crime (feat. HIAM) - IT TOOK 14 YEARS BUT TAYLOR FINALLY MURDERED A MAN IN COLD BLOOD AND I AM HERE FOR IT. MEN ARE TRASH, LADIES. REMEMBER THIS. ENGRAVE IT INTO YOUR TOMBSTONES. TATTOO IT ON YOUR FOREHEADS. MEN AS AN ENTITY DO NOT DESERVE US. MURDER THEM. A YEEHAW DREAM. (I have no strong feelings about HIAM but the existence of Esteā€™s name is a blessing in itself, their backing vocals are a lovely addition and a true testament to their friendship as we know how protective Taylor is about mixing business and friendship through collaborations)
7. Happiness - this song is HURTFUL. a song about growth, a song about finding yourself amidst the loss of a partner, a friend, a family member. a loss so deep that it will hurt you for years to come and take a piece of you away forever. but a loss that you have to be resigned to and grow from and let go of. the slow build of the backing is something i havenā€™t heard since Holy Ground. Both songs talk about loss and moving on in such starkly different ways but still encompass the feeling of reminiscing on something good and pure and perfect whilst battling the knowledge that itā€™s over and trying to be happy for the person now that theyā€™re gone.
8. Dorothea - the sweetest girl in the neighbourhood. a childhood friend that we all miss having. a person we watched grow into something massive and successful and weā€™re so genuinely happy for them. the song encompasses the feeling of a distanced joy. a joy that has nothing to do with you, everything to do with this person that youā€™d be happy to accept again with open arms but will be equally as happy to watch succeed from a distance. a bouncy backing track and lovely vocalisations that really build a sense of a warm hug and the feeling of soft morning sun on your skin.
9. Coney Island (feat. The National) - alright. so iā€™m sat on a bench in the cold, wrapped up in a winter coat and a hat and gloves and a massive scarf that covers half of my face. i can see the air when i breathe out. thereā€™s an empty ferris wheel at a deserted fairground and i can remember when it was alive and bustling and when i was surrounded by all of the people closest to me on a late summerā€™s day. and i miss them. i yearn for that to be back. the way we yearn for a time before covid, before masks and elbow touches and sanitising everything. a time when you could sit around a table with your friends and welcome someone with a hug and visit your family for the holidays. a time of joy that was so overlooked until it was gone. The presence of The National is also a breathtaking addition and truly deserved after Aaronā€™s input on both folklore and evermore. Iā€™m glad they saved it for this song.
10. Ivy - this song just radiates GREEN. Am I in a forest? Am I just in a greenhouse, watering the plants? The guitar/banjo sounds make me so horrifically nostalgic for Speak Now era. The male backing vocals remind me that Taylor has evolved so far from the girl we used to exclusively listen in conjunction with Caitlin Bird and Liz Huett.Ā 
11. Cowboy Like Me - one of the only songs I donā€™t really care about? itā€™s not bad, itā€™s just not great. itā€™s yeehaw without the accompanying passion. Itā€™s the end of a sad, sad wild west movie. Itā€™s a backing track in a scene of a TV show when someone is going on a journey alone to find themselves. But itā€™s nothing special.
12. Long Story Short - DO NOT FUCKING TOUCH ME. THE BEST SONG ON THIS ALBUM IN MY OPINION. THE STRONGEST BEAT, THE NOSTALGIA OF 1989, THE LYRICS OF RED, THE FUCKS GIVEN OF REPUTATION. THE PERFECT IMMERSIVE TAYLOR EXPERIENCE. TRULY A 10/10 ENTITY. I WILL HAVE THIS PLAYING AT MY GRADUATION. I SURVIVED.
13. Marjorie - the loss of a grandparent is always a lot. iā€™ve lost 2 due to Covid and itā€™s cut me deeper than I ever imagined. Marjorie is the 50ā€²s sepia toned daydream that sends you flying back to being a child and being taught lifeā€™s most important lessons when you were far too young to understand them from someone so much wiser than you. It feels like Iā€™m being taught to live again. Another build up backing track, but in such an uplifting way? A way that makes you think of the sun slowly coming out of the clouds. Of the end of a rainstorm and the start of a new day. Optimism and innocence. Peace and hope.
14. Closure - right, the return of sadness. The use of the clatter and discord in the background. The death of a Big Machine (subtle and perfectly done). Sheā€™s doing better. We all are. It reminds me of the friends Iā€™ve lost and crave to have back but know Iā€™m better off without. We have to let go of this. Close the chapter. You donā€™t even need the epilogue, itā€™s over. The production makes me so uncomfortable and itā€™s SO NECESSARY because lack of closure is UNSETTLING. Itā€™s horrifying. Itā€™s devastating. But the lyrics and the power of the song show how strong you can be and how important it is to push through the discomfort and continue to live.
15. Evermore (feat. Bon Iver) - the titular song. The return of Bon Iverā€™s vocals and the lone piano background are truly something to be commemorated for years to come. Although it lacks the painstaking hurt of Exile, this is one of her most simple pieces of artistry on this album and itā€™s BEAUTIFUL. Something that feels bare and raw. A song that cuts deep and shows us the true core of what sheā€™s currently feeling right now: that although pain might feel forever, itā€™s not. all pain, much like joy, is fleeting and we have to feel it but we need to remember that itā€™s only a piece of our experience and place it into context. The song veers on self-pity and wallowing in hopelessness until the latter third, where suddenly hope rises out of the ashes alongside a slightly padded out production from Bon Iverā€™s vocals. A strong end to the album. This song sets us up for future albums on a note of optimism. Itā€™s a new dawn.Ā 
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averagesmw Ā· 4 years ago
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Penny Haywood x MC- Come with me (1/4)
Game: Harry Potter Hogwarts Mystery
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The time for the holidays was approaching Hogwarts. The colorful lights and gentle snowfall made paved the way for the most peaceful time of the year
A time when there was no such thing as an enemy and tensions were indeed at an all-time low
This would be an ideal time to celebrate and surround yourself with loved ones, but after a brutal sixth year, festive wouldn't be a way to describe how Y/N was feeling
It was so hard to believe that it was over, that after... everything, they were free. However, it didn't feel like a victory
In fact, it didn't feel like anything. Even Beatrice wasn't as gloom
This behavior did not go unnoticed, however. Across the Great Hall, while the Curse-Breaker was staring at their giant sandwich, their friends were plotting
Well, at least the ones who hadn't left for Christmas yet
Tulip, Liz, Tonks, and Penny were waiting on Chiara, who was holding a plate with barely eaten food
"They didn't even eat. They just took a bite to not make me feel bad..."
The silver-haired girl sighed, earning sympathy from the girls, except for Penny, who was looking back at them
Not many students were left, but Y/N was so lost in thought that they didn't notice the girls
"This isn't good. Y/N has been as lonely as Talbot"
"...Who?" Tonks asked
"The point is, there has to be something we can do to help them"
"I tried cheering them up with Puffskeins, but Y/N just ended up falling asleep..." Liz sighed in defeat
"Have you tried taking them to Hogsmeade?" Tulip suggested to Penny
"Yes, but they didn't want to go. Said there were too many memories"
There was silence after that, at least until more ideas brewed
Y/N went through unimaginable lengths to protect their friends and even ensure their happiness. After everything that happened with Rakepick and the Vaults, it was only fair that they got some of that as well
The girls were devastated to know that wasn't the case, and they made it their mission to correct it immediately
Unfortunately, every attempt at improving their friend's mood had failed, and with Christmas approaching, time was running out
Unless...
"Wait, you said Hogsmeade brought Y/N bad memories?"
Penny nodded at the question, curious to see what Tonks had come up with
"Why not take Y/N somewhere else? Maybe a change of scenery would help them"
"Brilliant idea, Tonks! It could do wonders for their health if the environment is right"
Chiara's comment earned a proud smile from the methamorphmagus, at least until Liz came in with another question
"But where would it be ideal for that?"
With her hand on her chin, looking around for an answer. Her blue eyes eventually landed on the Christmas tree that was decorating the place
That's when she got a fragment of what could be an idea. She just needed a bit more intimation
"Where are you going on Christmas?"
The girls seemed to pick up on this idea, but their reactions didn't help much
"Y/N L/N is one of my best friends, I wouldn't let them anywhere near my parents"
With Tulip's parents working for the Ministry and Y/N being...well, Y/N, it only made sense
" I'm staying to help Hagrid look after the creatures"
Liz's statement made Chiara look at her with surprise
"And I will learn from Madam Pomfrey. Maybe we can get together for lunch!"
The silver-haired girl smiled at the idea as soon as she heard it
"I'd love that!"
The girls' excitement only made Penny worry, seeing as her options were running out. But that's when she thought about what she'd be doing in the holidays
Visiting the countryside, away from conflict and just near family and friends from a nearby village
"Then I'll ask Y/N to come with me for the holidays!" She thought out loud, gaining the attention of her friends
"You sure your parents would let you?"
"I'll send them an owl to ask them. Hopefully, they'll say yes"
Shortly after that, her gaze shifted to the student at the table
"But first, the guest of honor"
Without further due she approached Y/N and sat in front of them, her presence making then snap out of it
"Oh. Hey, Penny"
She returned the greeting with a smile
"Hi, Y/N. How are you today?"
"I'm holding up. I thought you'd be going with your family for Christmas"
This provided Penny the opportunity she was looking for, and she wouldn't waste it
"Actually, that's what I came here to talk about"
The suspense that accompanied that statement made Y/N look at her with concerned eyes
"Is everything alright?"
The Hufflepuff picked up on this and gently smiled at them
"Oh yes, don't worry about it. See, I was thinking..."
A sigh left her soft lips before she finally allowed herself to be as honest as she could with Y/N, or at least enough to proceed
"You've done far too much for us, especially this year, and while it has been difficult, it's been even worse for you"
"That's...a way to describe it, yes"
"But you deserve to enjoy this breath of fresh air, Y/N, and I was wondering if you..."
If she had their attention, now she also counted with their curiosity
"Yes?"
Her blue eyes met their e/c eyes as she finally asked what she came there to know
"If you'd like to come to the countryside with me for the holidays"
Penny waited for Y/N to politely decline the invitation as they would probably do given their mood
However, something that the young lady didn't account for was that talking to her would always help to cheer them up, even now
So rather than declining such an offer, Y/N showed surprise
"Really? You want me to go with you?"
Their reaction was as if they had forgotten just how much they meant to Penny, but seeing this change in behavior gave her the boost she needed to continue
"Of course! There's nobody else I'd rather spend them with"
She could tell that the curse-breaker was moved by her words, but also that they were seriously considering her offer. It was only a minute, but it felt like an eternity to the blonde witch
"Well, I could use the scenery change"
There she was, the confirmation she needed to get started. Penny got up and flashed one of the brightest smiles Y/N had ever seen
Not literally of course, but he had to be dead for it not to be heartwarming
"Brilliant! I'll send an owl to my parents to tell them about it. I'll tell you when we're leaving and...Y/N?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you for giving me this opportunity"
Without further due, she left the Great Hall and headed straight to her Common Room so she could write a letter asking her parents if Y/N could indeed tag along
Penny would explain that they were responsible for saving Hogwarts on multiple occasions, including the Haywood sisters themselves and also the fact that they didn't quite deserve to spend such a gloomy Christmas by themselves
The owl left as soon as she delivered the letter. Fortunately, the weather was calm enough for it to fly normally and there weren't as many letters going around
It took a day for Penny to receive an answer, and what she saw made her squeal with overwhelming joy. Y/N would spend the holidays with them
For Y/N it might be just a change of scenery, but for her? It was all she wanted
To spend the best time of her year surrounded by the people she loved the most, no exceptions
And so, she went to find Y/N and tell them that the time to leave was near...after eating breakfast, of course
They all ate together and wished Y/N a pleasant trip. One could tell that more than saddened by their departure, they were glad they were taking their time
Except for Alanza, she wouldn't let go, literally. Even if she wouldn't admit it, that made Penny a bit jealous
Regardless, the Haywood sisters and Y/N found themselves walking into the Hogsmeade train station, with their baggage included
The plan was to take the train, get to a specific location where they'd meet Penny's parents, and from there continue with the holidays
Nothing Penny hadn't done many times before, so it wasn't all that complicated to follow
"I'm so glad you agreed to come with us, Y/N!"
"I think you'll find the countryside rather charming. Even I still enjoy it" Beatrice added
"Then I guess I really have to see it for myself"
"You'll love nature in there, it's so relaxing. There, let's find a seat!"
Penny grabbed Y/N's hand out of instinct as she guided them through the station, with Beatrice not far behind, chuckling at the sight of it
Plenty of things had taken place during their sixth year at Hogwarts, most of them dreadful, but one exception was Beatrice's relationship with both Penny and Y/N themselves
While still adjusting to her new self, she found comfort in the curse-breaker's company and help. Now she was ready to move on
And it showed, while they were all waiting for the train, the chatter was not gloomy or resentful, but rather charming instead
It even brought some semblance of normality
Something that seemed like such a rare commodity nowadays
Fortunately, they didn't have to wait long for the train to arrive. They had timed their arrival perfectly, which was a relief considering that the station's clock cannot be relied on
It didn't take long for them to find a place to sit while the journey began, Penny and Beatrice sat on one side and Y/N on the other. Regardless, the window provided a breathtaking view of the landscape
As if the mountains and fields weren't beautiful enough, the snow gave them a refreshing new look. That was perhaps the best thing about winter, it made everything look brand new, even if it was older than you
An hour and a half went by with nothing to report. A hint of orange had taken over the scene, reminiscing the colors of the past season in a gentle way
Beatrice fell asleep in no time, practically leaning on her sister, who was reviewing potion materials when she noticed this
"Hey Y/N? Do you mind if I sit with you?"
The curse-breaker, on the other hand, was reading a book that Madam Villanelle recommended for the long trip. They lowered the book to look at the blonde and immediately understood what she meant
And so, Y/N moved so that there was enough space for Penny. She wanted to give her sister more space to get some rest...and it was also the perfect excuse to scoot a bit closer
"Thanks!"
In a swift motion, the blonde gently laid her sister to rest and got up, switching seats so that she was now beside her other companion
Said companion found themselves unable to return to their book, as the light that made it through the window highlighted Penny's delicate features
From the way her braids were done, to the softness and color of her lips, and more importantly, her joyful attitude
Y/N found themselves lucky just to be witness to this, but it also came to them that so far, they hadn't said anything to the girl, they had just tagged along
Perhaps now would be the right time to correct that
"Penny?"
The delicate way her name left Y/N's lips got her attention in seconds, and when she saw them put away their book, Penny was genuinely intrigued
"Yes?"
They scratched the back of their neck as words failed to come out at first, but after a sigh, that was no longer a problem
"Thank you for taking me with you. I mean it"
She gave them a sympathetic smile, she knew why she was doing this and didn't feel like she was owed anything
"There's no need to thank me, I didn't want you to stay alone in the castle"
"I'm not precisely alone, but I get what you mean"
"You didn't have to do it"
This time, both of them shook off the nervousness
"But I wanted to. You saved Hogwarts, Y/N, but you also saved my word. I want to share it with you"
The curse-breaker didn't know how to answer that. Although their surprised expression and later smile said everything
Penny spared them of the silence and chose to continue, with a softer approach this time, and one closer to the truth as well
Her truth, of course
"Besides, I like spending time with you outside the school. Like that time we went to the dragon reserve"
Y/N chuckled at the memory of that "field trip", choosing to focus on the less lethal parts of it, but also going with the flow of the conversation
"That time when we roasted marshmallows together and slept in an oversized tent?"
"Exactly! But...less dangerous"
They laughed at this comment, taking the opportunity to go over the events of the last year together
Not only the dragon reserve but also getting to welcome Alanza to the school, the times they had snuck out together to investigate or just talk in the Courtyard
It wasn't a Celestial Ball or a tournament, but there was no denying those small moments
Of course, it had been a dark year, but it wasn't one without its lighter moments, and even if Y/N couldn't find enough of them, Penny would provide light, for both of them
This chatter lasted for at least another hour, soon, both of them returned to their respective books, smiling tiredly after making the journey much sweeter
But then, after a few minutes of reading, the Hufflepuff felt a gentle weight on her shoulder. Glancing over, she discovered the familiar h/c hair so close to her
Did...did Y/N just fall asleep on her shoulder?
Yes, yes they did
And they looked so peaceful as well
Penny found herself smiling fondly at this
" I could use a little rest..." She thought
Penny didn't think it twice before she closed her book, putting it to the side
Then, she got comfortable and snuggled closer to Y/N, allowing herself to cuddle up and just...close her eyes too
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Favourite Anime 2020
1. Fruits Basket 2nd Season (Rating: 10/10 - 25 Episodes - Spring 2020)
Genres: Slice of Life, Comedy, Supernatural, Drama, Romance, Shoujo
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Synopsis: A year has passed since Tooru Honda began living in the Souma residence, and she has since created stronger relationships with its inhabitants Shigure, Kyou, and Yuki. She has also grown closer to the rest of the Souma family and has become familiar with their ancestral secret, having helped them with many of their personal issues. The closer Tooru gets, however, the more she begins to realize that their secret holds a darker truth than she first presumed. Summer is approaching and Tooru is invited to spend her days with the Soumas, mainly Kyou and Yuki. Tooru wishes for an easy-going vacation, but her close relationships with the two boys and the rest of the Soumas may prove to cause trouble. As they grow more intimate, their carefree time together is hindered by older hardships and feelings from the past that begin to resurface. The Eternal Banquet also dawns on the members of the zodiac, and they must tend to their duties alongside the unnerving head of the family, Akito Souma. With the banquet approaching and a plethora of feelings to be solved, will Tooru's life with the Soumas remain peaceful, or will she find herself in a situation from which she cannot escape? [Written by MAL Rewrite]
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2. Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun (Rating: 10/10 - 12 Episodes - Winter 2020)
Genres: Comedy, School, Shounen, Supernatural
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Synopsis: The famous "Seven Wonders" that every school seems to have are a staple of Japanese urban legends. One of the most well-known of these tales is that of Hanako-san: the ghost of a young girl who haunts the school's bathrooms. Kamome Academy has its own version of Hanako-san's legend. Rumors claim that if one successfully manages to summon Hanako-san, she will grant her summoner any wish. Lured by the gossip, many people have tried to call upon her, yet every attempt has failed. However, when Nene Yashiro, a girl hoping for romantic fortune, dares to summon Hanako-san, she discovers that the rumored "girl" is actually a boy! After a series of unfortunate events involving Nene's romantic desires, she is unwillingly entangled in the world of the supernatural, becoming Hanako-kun's assistant. Soon, she finds out about Hanako-kun's lesser-known duty: maintaining the fragile balance between mortals and apparitions. [Written by MAL Rewrite]Ā 
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3. Otome Game no Hametsu Flag shika Nai Akuyaku Reijou ni Tensei shiteshimatta... (Rating:Ā  9.5/10 - 12 episodes - Spring 2020)
Genres: Comedy, Drama, Romance, Fantasy, School
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Synopsis: Most people would prefer being the protagonist of a world full of adventure, be it in a game or in another world. But, unfortunately, a certain girl is not so lucky. Regaining the memories of her past life, she realizes that she was reborn in the world of Fortune Loverā€”one of the games she used to play.
Unfortunately, the character she was reincarnated intoā€”Katarina Claesā€”is the game's main antagonist, who faces utter doom in every ending. Using her extensive knowledge of the game, she takes it upon herself to escape from the chains of this accursed destiny.
However, this will not be an easy feat, especially since she needs to be cautious as to not set off death flags that may speed up the impending doom she is trying to avoid. Even so, to make a change that will affect the lives of everyone around her, she strivesā€”not as the heroineā€”but as the villainess.
[Written by MAL Rewrite]
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4. Re:Zero kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu 2nd Season (Rating: 9.5/10 - 12 Episodes - Summer 2020)
Genres: Psychological, Drama, Thriller, Fantasy
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Synopsis: A reunion that was supposed to spell the arrival of peaceful times is quickly shattered when Subaru Natsuki and Emilia return to Irlam village. Witnessing the devastation left behind by the calamities known as Sin Archbishops, Subaru sinks into the depths of despair as his ability to redo proves futile. As the group makes their way to the Sanctuary in search of answers, Subaru has an unexpected encounter with the Witch of Greedā€”Echidna. Subjected to her untamed rhythm, he is forced to dive into the spirals of the past and future. At the same time, several mysterious threats set their sights on the Sanctuary, heralding a horrific fate for the hapless people trapped within. Everlasting contracts, past sins, and unrequited love will clash and submerge into a river of blood in the second season of Re:Zero kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu. Pushed to the brink of hopelessness, how long will Subaru's resolve to save his loved ones last? [Written by MAL Rewrite]
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5.Chihayafuru 3 (Rating: 9.5/10 - 24 Episodes - Fall 2019 Leftover)
Genres: Game, Slice of Life, Sports, Drama, School, Josei
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Synopsis: Winning the high school team tournament was a great accomplishment for the Mizusawa members. Each of them has made great strides in improving themselves, and the victory symbolizes how far they've come. But after accomplishing one goal, their individual aims are within reach. Chihaya Ayase has her sights set on Wakamiya Shinobu and the title of Queen, and now that Taichi Mashima has made it into Class A, he can finally compete against Arata Wataya. Everyone in Mizusawa wants to get better, and there's no telling what the future holds if they keep trying. [Written by MAL Rewrite]
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6. Boku no Hero Academia 4th Season (Rating: 9/10 - 25 Episodes - Fall 2019 Leftover)
Genres: Action, Comedy, Super Power, School, Shounen
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Synopsis: After successfully passing his Provisional Hero License exam, Izuku "Deku" Midoriya seeks out an extracurricular internship with a professional hero agency. At the recommendation of his mentor All Might, Midoriya lands a position under All Might's former sidekick, Sir Nighteye, now a famous hero in his own right. As Midoriya's classmates further their own abilities through various internships, up-and-coming villain Kai Chisaki utilizes his terrifying powers to gather favor in the criminal underworld. Known by the moniker Overhaul, Chisaki's ambitions collide with the League of Villains and its leader, Tomura Shigaraki. Through his work with Sir Nighteye, Midoriya discovers Chisaki's crime syndicate and the villain's hostile relationship with a mysterious young girl named Eri. Fearing for the child's safety, Midoriya and his upperclassman Mirio Toogata must work together to put an end to Chisaki's reign of terror. [Written by MAL Rewrite]
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7. Haikyuu!!: To the Top 2nd Season (Rating: 9/10 - 12 Episodes - Fall 2020)
Genres: Comedy, Sports, Drama, School, Shounen
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Synopsis: Karasuno enters into the second half of Nationals with brand-new opponents: Inarizaki High. The long-standing powerhouse team includes a few familiar faces, namely Miya Atsumu. Named Japan's "best high school setter," Miya previously rubbed elbows with Kageyama at the All-Japan Youth Intensive Training Camp. Karasuno will have to overcome a setter that outranks their own, and Atsumu's twin brother is on the team, too. (Source: ANN)Ā 
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8. Haikyuu!!: To the Top (Rating: 8.5/10 - 13 Episodes - Winter 2020)
Genres: Comedy, Sports, Drama, School, Shounen
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Synopsis: After their triumphant victory over Shiratorizawa Academy, the Karasuno High School volleyball team has earned their long-awaited ticket to nationals. As preparations begin, genius setter Tobio Kageyama is invited to the All-Japan Youth Training Camp to play alongside fellow nationally recognized players. Meanwhile, Kei Tsukishima is invited to a special rookie training camp for first-years within the Miyagi Prefecture. Not receiving any invitations himself, the enthusiastic Shouyou Hinata feels left behind. However, Hinata does not back down. Transforming his frustration into self-motivation, he boldly decides to sneak himself into the same rookie training camp as Tsukishima. Even though Hinata only lands himself a job as the ball boy, he comes to see this as a golden opportunity. He begins to not only reflect on his skills as a volleyball player but also analyze the plethora of information available on the court and how he can apply it. As the much-anticipated national tournament approaches, the members of Karasuno's volleyball team attempt to overcome their weak points and refine their skills, all while aiming for the top! [Written by MAL Rewrite]
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9. Kakushigoto (Rating: 8.5/10 - 12 Episodes - Spring 2020)
Genres: Slice of Life, Comedy, Shounen
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Synopsis: Kakushi Gotou is a somewhat popular manga artist whose works are known for inappropriate content. Because of this raunchiness, when his daughter Hime was born, he vowed to keep his profession hidden from her, believing that she will be disillusioned if she finds out. This paranoia-induced belief leads Kakushi into hectic situations. Despite being a single father, he does his best and often resorts to extreme ends just to protect his secret, such as guising as a salaryman every day or holding emergency drills in case Hime somehow finds her way to his workplace. Kakushigoto tells the story of a father and daughter living side by side, maintaining their peaceful existence as the father attempts to preserve the status quo. However, there is a saying: "there are no secrets that time cannot reveal." In time, Hime must learn the reality behind the things she took for granted as she grew up. [Written by MAL Rewrite]
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10. Fire Force Season 2 (Rating: 8/10 - 24 Episodes - Summer 2020)
Genres: Action, Supernatural, Shounen
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Synopsis: After his confrontation in the Nether with his younger brother Shou, Shinra Kusakabe's resolve to become a hero that saves lives from the flame terror strengthens. Finding a way to turn the Infernals back into people, unraveling the mystery of the Evangelist and Adolla Burst, and saving his mother and Shouā€”these are the goals Shinra has in mind. However, he has come to realize that attaining these goals will not be easy, especially with the imminent danger the Evangelist poses. The Evangelist's plan is clear: to gather the eight pillarsā€”the individuals who possess Adolla Burstā€”and sacrifice them to recreate the Great Cataclysm from 250 years ago. Having been revealed by the First Pillar that the birth of a new pillar is approaching, Shinra is determined to protect his fellow pillars from the Evangelist. Thus, the fiery battle between the Special Fire Force and the Evangelist ignites. Together with the Special Fire Force, Shinra's fight continues as he uncovers the truth about the Great Cataclysm and the nature of Adolla Bursts, as well as the mysteries behind human combustion. [Written by MAL Rewrite]
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