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babblingeccentric · 5 months ago
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Your Grace
I wrote most of this in a haze of divinely inspired lust after @quinloki posted the first few chapters of Dragon's Clause. I let it sit for a little bit and then realized it would make a great gift. So I polished it up and posted it.
Happy Birthday Quin! I made you pornography.
CONTAINS: Sabo x Reader, Reader with breasts and a vagina, power play, titles, rough tit play, fingering, mild bondage, pet names "angel" and "darling"
Sabo is as polite and gentle as ever as he leads you to a wooden chair in the middle of the room. He holds your arm as you bend to arrange your skirts and waits until you’re comfortable before taking out his handkerchief, handing it to you, and then undoing his cravat. He takes one of your small hands in his black gloved one and rests it on the arm of the chair. And then he ties it there with his cravat, tight and immovable. He told you he would do it, and yet it still makes your heart jump.
Sabo takes the hankie from your hand and does the same to the other hand. Smiling, he looks up at you.
“Okay?”
“Ah- fine” you answer.
“No shooting pains?” 
You shake your head.
“No? Can you wiggle your fingers for me?”
You oblige and Sabo leans back on his heels after you move each of your fingers, “Perfect!”
Something in his face changes then as he kneels between your legs. He starts to look like the maddened duke of court rumors, shadows limning his face and scar stark and horrifying. You could believe he cares not a whit for anything but his own amusements.
You freeze as his long fingered hands stroke your sides, square palms sweeping over your bosom to arrive at the top of the line of buttons running down your front. He watches you for a moment, long gloved fingers resting in the hollow of your throat. Your heart beats no slower, but you relax your shoulders and breathe again. 
Sabo smiles and then turns his focus to his fingers. He undoes the cloth covered button at your throat. You feel his warm breath on the skin of your neck. He doesn't take off his gloves.
Each tiny button is a great effort for him to undo with covered fingers. There is a silver buttonhook on the bureau that he used to button up your bodice this morning. You don’t mention it to him. It would feel wrong. It’s not your prerogative to tear the heavy blanket of silence over the two of you. Sabo never does anything he doesn’t intend to.
Somehow, instead of being silly or awkward, his head bent close to you and his gloved hands patiently struggling to undo your bodice create a hushed anticipation. You're barely breathing as you silently watch him work his way down your chest, each button feeling like a step closer to the sun. 
The only sound is your breaths.
Finally, as he watches you from under his lashes, he undoes the last button. 
Like unwrapping a delicate piece of crystal he pulls aside your bodice to reveal your heaving chest pushed upwards by your corset and uncovered by the low neck of your shift. You don’t know when you started panting. 
You feel much too hot to be so undressed.
Sabo caresses the swell of your cleavage with the smooth leather of his gloves, fanning the heat somewhere in your breastbone.
“Sabo…” You whimper, and he looks up at you, eyebrow arched in reprove.
“Angel…” he says danger in his voice
“Your Grace.” You hastily correct yourself
“Yes?” He answers archly
You stutter, not expecting to get this far.
“Nothing to say? You should think before you speak.”
He pushes the collar of your shift off your shoulders and carefully scoops your breasts out of the cups of your corset. 
The sudden cool air of the bedroom on your nipples makes you shudder, and Sabo smiles self satisfiedly at it. 
Gently he swipes his leather clad thumbs over your nipples, watching your expression like a predator.
Your lips part gently in the surprise of him finally touching you, but your carefully cultivated control of your face keeps anything else from leaking through. The air is thick and muggy with tension.
Sabo loves a challenge though, and presses his lips to the mounds of your chest leaving soft chaste kisses as his thumbs begin to circle your nipples. Your hands clench at the arms of the chair they are tied to, and your thighs press together under your skirts. The tension is excruciating. 
You arch your back trying to press yourself into Sabo’s hands and mouth and he smiles against your skin.
“Do you want something, angel?” He asks
Your breath catches in your throat. 
“I- ah.” words stumble in your mouth. “I would like more, please, Your Grace” You manage.
“Very polite.” He says smilingly. “I shouldn’t deny such a sweetly made request, should I?” 
You shake your head rapidly. It’s insane, Sabo has barely touched you, just a few caresses of your breasts and you feel like you’re losing your mind to want. You almost suspect sorcery.
Achingly slowly his mouth envelops your nipple, and then he sucks. It sends a frisson of heat zipping through your spine. His mouth is warm and wet and soft and he looks up at you as he does it. Even with your arms tied down it’s his gaze that really makes you feel pinned. He’s watching you like a hunting cat, studying your expression with intimidating intensity as he caresses you. You shut your eyes.
One of his gloved hands moves from your side to cup the neglected breast. He pinches and rolls the nipple gently in his fingers and it pulls a high breathy sound from your throat.
You feel him grin at that and he makes a path of wet open mouthed kisses across your chest to your other nipple. 
He repeats this switch several times until your nipples are puffy and your chest wet with saliva. You are squirming in your seat, some hot hollow in your stomach driving you to crave.
“More, please! Sabo, harder!” slips from your lips and everything freezes.
He pulls off your tit with a pop.
“Sabo?” He says.
You rush to correct your mistake, “Your Grace! I’m sorry, Your Grace. Please, Your Grace.”
He pauses, deciding your fate. You feel like the sword of Damocles, suspended by the thinnest thread. 
Finally, Sabo returns to your breasts. This time rougher, digging his teeth into your areola and tugging on your nipples, sending rushes of pain and pleasure through you.
You moan, low and long into the air, the punishment more a reward. 
Your face flushes from the lewd noise you make and Sabo grins smugly up at you.
“Aw, who knew my darling could moan like a whore just from a little tit touching.” He says meanly.
Your breath catches in a sob.
“I wonder…” He muses airily. “If I could make you come from this alone?”
You wail. You’re already desperate for something to touch your cunt, the idea of him spending ages just slowly playing with your breasts as you lose more and more of your mind until you’re a wailing paragon of unsatisfied lust is absolutely torturous. 
“No! No, Sa- Your Grace! I can’t. I can’t! Please…” You beg.
He relents a little at your frenzied begging. That may be a little much for a first time, after all. And you do beg splendidly for someone who’s never done this sort of thing before. He’ll be lenient. 
“Alright, alright,” he yields, “Perhaps another time.” 
Your breathing slows and Sabo continues to play with your nipples as he watches your face. You’re flushed and sweaty with glazed eyes and parted lips, the very picture of debauchery. It really is incredible he’s managed to elicit this just with a little tit play and tying your hands.
“Now, what do you need, Angel?” He asks
“I need you to touch me, Your Grace!” And before he can smugly say he’s already touching you, you add “Under my skirts! Please, Your Grace, make me cum.” 
And really, how can he deny that? Sabo thinks. You even have the beginning of tears in your eyes.
“As you wish.” He says and bends his blond head to your breast as one black gloved hand slips under your skirts.
The feel of the smooth leather makes you moan as he swipes his fingers through your slit. Removing his hand Sabo marvels at the gathered wetness.
“Oh, Wow, angel.” He says awed as he spreads his fingers making the clear slick form dripping strings. “You really did need this.”
You can’t look at him, embarrassed by your desire. And then he pops his gloved and glossy fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean with an appreciative hum. 
You squeal and jerk your bound hands in an attempt to cover your face at the humiliation of watching him do that.
He laughs at you and presses a chaste kiss to your jaw. “I’ll save eating you for another time, darling.” 
“The rumors are true! You really are a man eating ogre.” You gibe thoughtlessly.
Sabo cackles at that, shoulders shaking as he laughs harder than you’ve ever seen him. 
Finally he calms down and returns to press soft kisses against your face. 
“I did say I would make you cum, didn’t I?” He says as he pulls away.
You nod eagerly, wiggling in the chair he has you tied to.
“I hate to break my promises.” Sabo says as he presses a wet kiss to your parted lips, his gloved hands returning to your breasts and the apex of your thighs.
He strokes your cunt gently as his fingers tug cruelly at your nipples, his hot mouth pressing biting kisses to your breasts. The flame in the pit of your stomach is roaring.
His fingers circle your clit as he torments your chest, a smooth counterpoint to the frissions of pain he creates. It’s divine and he propels you rapidly along to your finish. You’re dripping onto your petticoats now you’re so wet.
You’re panting and bucking against his hands now, too preoccupied by pleasure to be embarrassed at the soft wet sounds coming from his mouth and your pussy. 
“Come on, angel. Can you come for me? I know you can.” You realize he’s cooing at you between kisses. You’re so, so close. 
All it takes is one more harsh tug at your breast and you’re coming, cunt fluttering against Sabo’s hand. He gentles you through it, holding you until the spasms stop. He unties your hands, and pulls you on unsteady legs into his arms as he takes your seat.
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kneelingshadowsalome · 1 year ago
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As a history and Mythological lover, I love your works, they are so addictive, and you write so well, and the Minotaur konig fic was such a pleasure to read. I remember when you first uploaded the Roman konig story and I was so ecstatic about it, I remember checking on my break at work, If you’d uploaded another part haha, I mean I still check tumblr on my breaks to see who had uploaded so I know what I can read after I get home lol.
I think you’ve found your niche!
Also if you don’t mind answering what other time periods you’d think konig would fit in? Victorian era?
Nasty, oily and covered in coal, konig is walking home through the streets and bumped into a clean wealthy beautiful young woman, ooh do I love forbidden romances, just like your nun fic lol.
Ahh thank you! Mythology, fairytales and historical au’s are a passion of mine 😭
And puh-leeze, a forbidden romance between a dirty worker and a rich uptown girl? Filthy coal miner König who bumps into this fancy lady dressed in white? How can he ever make up for his clumsiness?? Please don’t have him beaten like the poor bastard he is, he already fucked up today by accidentally destroying boss’s new machinery by showing off his strength...
Tries to steal a peek at her ankles, and under her dress while dusting off her skirts with some napkin that’s hardly much cleaner than his hands. And she’s just giggling at him – great, now he’s hard... How is he going to explain this when he rises from here?? (Rich lady also being protected at all costs from dirty dogs like him! He's soon panting at her door!)
As for other historical au’s and fairytales... >:)
CW: Fear of SA (historical au), wife stealing (yandere fairytale imagine)
Obviously I see König as this dark knight of the Teutonic Order, punishing pagans with his sword somewhere in the wild woods of old Europe. How about another forbidden romance between a cold-hearted crusader & a cute pagan girl who lives in the woods and worships the old gods?
She gets captured during some awful raid, and is pulled into the camp by her hair, angry tears streaming down her face. The soldiers tie her to a thick wooden cross and leave her in the rain, probably to have their way with her later, taking turns with her after they've gambled and had a drink. Then this dark, giant knight happens to walk by, not a regular foot soldier but an actual knight with armor as black as night. She remembers him from the battlefield, wielding a fat morningstar, splitting people’s skulls from atop the huge black destrier he rode...
A terrible beast, dark and silent and big, the rain batters his helmet as he takes one look at the shivering maiden on the cross, her white linen dress glued to her skin in the downpour, and stops.
The soldiers have a crude sense of humour and what’s arousing, but he has seen worse… The knights of the Holy Order are even more perverted when it comes to having “fun” with women. But something pierces his defense when seeing the frightened stare of this pagan girl, her weak body trembling on the cross, the wide dark nipples perked up from cold. He’s seen so much death, his soul is drenched in blood by this point, but somehow, this woman who hasn’t even been broken in is the last straw.
Ends up taking her down, and she attaches herself to him like he’s her saviour, even the cold black armor apparently warmer to her skin than the cold rain. The cruelest of knights feels a moment of pity for this girl and sets her free, pushes her to the woods and waves his hand in a gesture of Get the hell out of here while you still can. (=gtfo before I get hard enough to take you in the mud...)
Months later, she finds him bleeding to death under a tree after a battle. All the other soldiers are screaming and crying for their mothers, but this one is silent, eyes darkening when he recognizes her. He says something, already delusional, and she can’t help but kneel and offer him water…
(and from this point on it would go somewhere in @wordstome s Kosovo maiden territory, perhaps slightly darker? But you get the point!)
And then there’s this old Inuit story that always reminds me of König, it has many variations but it’s basically about this lonely hunter who gets a little too resentful for not having a wife yet. Goes to paddle his boat in these moonlit waters and sees a bunch of maidens dancing in the moonlight on a small little island, notices their seal skins on the ground, and because he’s lonely and in despair, he steals one of them.
One by one, the maidens put their seal skins on and rush back into the water, but one woman can’t find her seal skin no matter how hard she looks for it. The hunter emerges, holding her beautiful skin, saying he’ll give it back to her if she comes to live as his wife for 7 years. She has no other choice but to say yes, and for a while they live happily, they even have a son, but then the seal woman starts to miss her seal skin and the sea...
It’s a tragic tale and the hunter won’t let her leave even if she cries so this would make a wonderful yandere scenario, you could always make a twist and write the woman as some other animal, a deer perhaps, and König as this lonely brooding hunter of the Austrian mountains :)
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ladymonterosa · 4 months ago
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The thin line between love and hate
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First part: "Astrid"
26 september 2022
I have never considered myself a morning person. Ever since I was a child, mornings were always a nightmare. I remember my uncle had to gently shake me to wake me up for school, and I often ended up having breakfast in a rush, still half-asleep. Now that I was in college, nothing had changed.
My light brown hair fell in messy waves over my shoulders as I tossed and turned in bed, hoping the alarm hadn't already gone off. Every morning, the piercing sound of the alarm was torture, an annoying call I tried to ignore as much as possible. But that morning, I couldn't afford to ignore it. It was the first day of classes at God U, and I had promised myself to start off on the right foot.
With a groan, I reached for my phone. The bright display blinded me for a moment as my eyes adjusted to the light. When I finally focused on the time, my heart leapt into my throat: 7:45. I was late. Again.
I knew I had only fifteen minutes before class started, and the thought of showing up late on my first day at the School of Crime Fighting made my stomach knot. I cursed my love for sleep and my inability to wake up on time.
With a speed I didn't know I possessed, I got out of bed, shaking off doubts and tiredness with a sigh. I had to move. I dressed quickly, throwing on a simple T-shirt and jeans that I had left on the chair the night before. It wasn't a particularly polished outfit, but at least it was clean. I glanced in the mirror for a second, noticing my still sleepy blue eyes and hair that could definitely benefit from a brush.
There was no time for details. Grabbing an apple on the go, I dashed out of my apartment, almost forgetting my bag. The campus streets were already bustling with students hurrying to their respective classes, some with the same sleepy look I knew I had too. Godolkin University was huge, with historic buildings mingling with modern structures. The School of Crime Fighting was not far from my dorm, surrounded by trees.
As I ran toward the building, a rebellious strand of hair kept falling into my eyes, forcing me to push it back every few steps. But the thought of entering the classroom out of breath and red-faced from the run made me feel even worse. Maybe, I told myself, I should have listened to my uncle when he suggested setting multiple alarms. But it was too late for regrets. Now I just had to run and hope not to make a terrible first impression.
**✿❀ ❀✿**
Jordan Li's charisma is undeniable. With a confident voice and the way she moved naturally among the rows of seats, it was hard not to be impressed. Jordan began the lesson by discussing the challenges and responsibilities that our course of study entailed. Her passion for the subject was evident, and I found myself taking notes with an enthusiasm I had never felt before.
She described complex crime scenarios, the psychology behind criminals, and the importance of teamwork in solving cases. As she spoke, it seemed like I could see everything more clearly, as if she had turned on a light in a dark room of my mind.
During the lesson, she also asked questions, actively involving us in the discussion. I jotted down everything frantically, worried I wouldn't be able to keep up with the vast amount of information. At one point, I swear her gaze rested on me for a moment... was it just a coincidence or not?
**✿❀ ❀✿**
When the lesson ended, I felt exhausted but satisfied. Jordan thanked us for our attention and wished us a good day. I got up from my seat, still a bit dazed by the amount of information received. As I left the auditorium, I realized that my heart was pounding very hard, and I'm still not quite sure why.
**✿❀ ❀✿**
After the lesson ended, I walked towards the park, where I knew I would find my best friends. The campus was bathed in a golden light, and the cool morning air was giving way to a warm and bright day. Despite the rush that morning, I felt strangely serene.
As soon as I saw them, my mood improved even more. Jemma and Rose were my lifeline in this stormy sea.
We sat on a blanket under the shade of a large tree, the rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds creating a relaxing atmosphere. As we sipped our smoothies, Jemma began to enthusiastically talk about her improv class, describing how the professor had them work on particularly intense role-playing exercises. Rose laughed, recalling an embarrassing moment when a classmate had completely forgotten his lines.
I couldn't help but smile listening to them, but my mind kept drifting back to Jordan Li and that morning's lesson. I couldn't stop thinking about her.
Jemma immediately noticed I was distracted. "Astrid, you're unusually quiet today. Everything okay?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.
Her words made me blush. "Yes, everything's fine," I replied hastily, but my voice wavered slightly. "It's just that... my day didn't start off well. I didn't hear my alarm and was late for the first class."
Rose laughed. "Classic you, Astrid. But you made it on time, right?"
I nodded, trying not to seem too nervous. "How was your first class? Did you meet the famous Professor Brinkerhoff?"
"Not exactly," I replied, trying to keep my voice calm. "He didn't show up. His assistant was there instead."
My voice wavered slightly, and I realized how awkward I was sounding. Jemma looked at me with curious eyes. "Oh, an assistant, huh? And what was she like?"
I felt my heart speed up. "She was... interesting. Very engaging."
Jemma burst out laughing. "Interesting? Engaging? Sounds like you've got a crush, Astrid!"
I felt my face grow even redder. Rose, who had been silent until then, joined the conversation. "What's this mysterious assistant's name?" she asked, curious.
As soon as I mentioned Jordan Li's name, Jemma lit up like a light bulb. "Wait a minute," she said, pulling out her phone and starting to type frantically on Instagram. "Jordan Li... I knew I'd heard that name before."
Jemma quickly scrolled through Instagram, while Rose and I leaned in curiously. After a few moments, she found the profile and showed it to me and Rose. Looking at the posts, it didn't take long to realize one of Jordan's skills: the ability to transform gender.
"Here it is," Jemma said, pointing to a photo of Jordan with a guy in a university setting. "They're friends with André Anderson, Polarity's son," she explained. "A friend of my father's."
Polarity was a name I knew well. He's a famous B-list hero who starred in a well-known '90s sci-fi movie called Area 51. Now, Polarity is on the school board of God U. His son, André Anderson, was known in the Supe community for rather unflattering reasons... like frequent use of alcohol and drugs or his reputation as a serial womanizer.
"And look here," Jemma added, scrolling to the university's website. "They are part of the Top Ten most promising students at Godolkin University!"
I looked at her photo in the ranking with a mix of admiration and trepidation. It's clear that she is not only intelligent and capable but also very popular (as anyone who makes it to the Top Ten). It's official, I have no chance with her. All my hopes were dashed before they even began.
"I can't believe you have a crush on her," Rose said, giggling. "But hey, I don't blame you. She seems really amazing."
Jemma smiled. "Well, Astrid, it looks like you've found another reason to wake up early and not miss any more classes."
I laughed along with them, feeling a bit lighter.
Rose, however, interrupted my momentary euphoria with a question that caught me off guard. "By the way, how are things with Michael? Is it really over with him?"
The mention of Michael wiped away any trace of enthusiasm from my mind. I felt suddenly empty. "I don't even know," I replied, my voice tinged with sadness. "It's all so confusing."
My friends looked at me with understanding. Michael and I have a complicated relationship, full of ups and downs. I didn't know if we still had a future together or if it was better to leave it all behind.
"I'm sorry, Astrid," Rose said, placing a hand on my arm. "If you need to talk, we're here for you."
I nodded, grateful for their support. Despite the confusion I felt about Michael, I knew I had friends I could count on. And maybe, over time, I would figure out what I really wanted. For now, I had to focus on myself and the new chapter that was beginning at Godolkin University.
1° part ; 2° part ; 3° part
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starsofang · 2 months ago
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I think that my ask has been made anonymously by accident or something, and it doesn't show the pictures, so here we go again.
First, the banter is bantering. I love it so much that the dialogue feels so real and is so satisfying to read. Keep the good work girly 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
Soap and Ghost relationship is so cute that I can't hold it together. I want them both so bad (and Gaz and Price, too). But really, Soap, you are the sensible one that takes everyone's feelings into consideration, and now you are clueless??? Like, really, Jhonny, you are my baby, but I can't please what was that.
Also, I can't with Y/N seeing Simos face like that, but I believe in you, author. I know that this is going to pay off in a beautiful scene, and I would wait for it. Everything in this fic is for something.
Now the dress. I'm a historically accurate girl so I headcanon that this takes place in the 18th century in the UK because the Golden Era of Piracy was from the 17th century to the early 18th century, but the 18th clothes are prettier and I also headcanon that the Y/N is from an island in the Highlands. I also tried to go with darker options because that is what you said that you imagined.
So this is the dress that I have pictured the Y/N to wear from the start until now. The tartan piece of fabric (I don't really know the name of it in English) was lost at the raid in the first chapter.
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And this is what I imagine them in now. It's a slightly more expensive dress but simple.
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But with these shoes from Jhonny. They aren't the most luxurious but they are a bit expensive and the most comfortable for their line of work. Also, I headcanon that Jhonny expend some time looking for the prettiest one of the handful that they had in the shop.
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Sorry for the rant on the clothes. It is something that I really like, and I wanted to share 🫣 can't wait for the next chapter 😊
I LOVE THIS!!! i created it in mind for everybody to have their own ideas of what they would wear, and i love to see what others came up with!!!
our ideas on the dresses are pretty similar, except i’m a black clothes girly even in my 1800s reader era, and i LOVE yours.
also, thank you so much!!! dialogue is my enemy and i’ve been trying so hard to make it flow better and hearing you enjoy it makes me so 😫😫😫 AHH just thank you i love it
soap’s character is probably one of my favorites because he’s just a silly guy with a big heart and passion for the people he cares for. ideal man imo
unfortunately i am not great a research and sometimes i’m too lazy, BUT since you’re a historically accurate girly, i pray if you ever have tips or fun facts you share them with me because i’d love to hear them (don’t be scared to correct me on something either) ✋🏻
I LOVE YOU IM HAPPY YOU ENJOYED IT
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the-lunar-library · 5 months ago
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TO THE RAVENS
Creative, cosmopolitan, and idealistic, Kokkonas is something of an antagonist – at least to our heroine Akantha. Though she styles herself a philosopher and an artist, Kokkonas travels as a musician alongside the prophet Alexandros, and her profession places her outside the boundaries of respectable society. But that doesn't bother her. In fact she revels in challenging the narrow, misogynistic views of Rome.
She started out a simple enough character in my mind, a shallowly mean antagonist. But one thing I love about the character-building process is how they start to surprise you, and Kokkonas insisted on becoming more complex than I'd first given her credit for.
Kokkonas is a fun character. In some ways, she's admirable – she's intelligent, voraciously self-educated, and believes passionately in the value of women, even when she comes across as a laughable fanatic to others. But she's also petty, self-absorbed, and way too caught up in Alexandros for someone who sees herself as prioritizing women and their needs. She's a character whom you can't early on label as “correct” or “incorrect” and then read through her lines and actions accordingly. Sometimes she's right. Sometimes she's wrong. You have to think about her. Both Akantha and Alexandros often laugh her off, but I hope that while the reader enjoys her in her more catty, antagonistic moments, they still take her seriously.
She has some historical basis, being based on two characters from Lucian's essay “Alexander the False Prophet”. The first is Cocconas, “a Byzantine writer of choral songs” who traveled around and entered music competitions for his livelihood. Along with being a man (sorry, Kokkonas), he was Alexander's partner in huckstering; Lucian actually says that of the two, Cocconas was the worse. The second character is an unnamed woman whom Alexander and Cocconas befriended and who also traveled with them. She was from Pella where, so Lucian claimed, they bred large beautiful snakes as household pets. Thus we have Kokkonas the wandering chorale master with her pet snake Harmony, whom she probably loves more than her own life.
The most obvious departure from reality is her gender. For my novel, I wanted Cocconas to be part of the story, but I felt like having two men, two false wonder-workers (“two consummate rascals”, thank you, Lucian) would take some focus away from Alexandros. I also wanted there to be lots of female characters, and I thought it would be fun to have a rival to Akantha who's also in on Alexandros' secrets. But she's not just a rival. As I said before when writing about Akantha's development, researching the reality of women's lives during this time enriched the book so much. Kokkonas survives in the same misogynistic constraints as Akantha, but she's defied them, at least partially, and gone out of her way to learn about heroic women of the past. She deeply admires figures like Aspasia, Cleopatra VII, Berenice II, and Sappho, and through her we get a glimpse of women who were able to attain some respect and stature. And while Kokkonas is mostly fictitious, it's important to remember that there were women who pursued greater independence, certainly women who dreamed of having more political and social power than the mainstream allowed. Does that mean they were good people in every respect? No. And you are indeed supposed to criticize Kokkonas and even make fun of her at times. But she's definitely not always wrong.
As for her design, most women of the time would dress pretty plainly, in subdued colors. I wanted Kokkonas to have an archaic, theatrical flair. She's the sort of person who would combine whatever aesthetics tickled her fancy, so she has references to ancient Egypt, Scythia, and the Minoans. Unlike Akantha, she wears her hair long and loose, and her makeup is much flashier. Her jewelry isn't expensive, but it's colorful, eye-catching, and she wears it lavishly. She projects an air of great worldliness and confidence. She strikes Akantha at their first meeting as sphinxlike.
We don't learn much about her past in the novel, and even my ideas there are vague. I suspect her origins were fairly conventional, but at a young age, she broke free from convention and she's just kept going.
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acrossthewavesoftime · 6 months ago
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I have a few, is it alright if I list them all?
1. What's your favourite book?
2. What's your main passion in life?
3. What's your favourite historic place you've been to and where would you like to go?
4. Who is someone you like to meet? ( From the past or present)
5. If you could change the outcome to any historical event, what would it be and what would you change about it?
6. Do you like vintage fashion?
(Forgive the last one, it's quite random, it's just given you're a history person, I just wondered if you did.)
Wow, now that is a long ask! But I will give my best: :)
I am terrible at making decisions, and there are so many books, both fiction and non-fiction, that I feel had an impact on me. As a child, I always wanted to be able to read people from the book pages into reality like Meggie from the Inkheart series, and wanted to become like her feisty great-aunt Elinor when I am older. I cannot use the magic of my voice to coax characters from book pages, but I am firmly working on becoming like Elinor. The book series is a long love letter to the magic of reading, and that never quite left me.
Sniffing around in the private lives of dead people, so to speak. ;)
Again, I am terrible at choosing things, but Het Loo Palace was an astonishing place to visit, because many of their original baroque artworks and furnitures are in an unusually amazing condition that gives you a genuine impression of what these rooms could have looked like in the time they were created.
I am not big on meeting anybody presently famous, really, so I would like to go with someone from the past. There are of course a few people on my list that I would be interested in, but I am not picky. Everyone has a story to tell, and sometimes, the best ones are not immediately obvious.
I think I would stop John Graves Simcoe (1752-1806) from travelling to Portugal on a military appointment. He died because his severe asthma and generally having lived beyond his physical abilities exhausted his body. He left nine children and a wife behind whose lives were greatly impacted by his death. There are also descriptions he gives of his asthma attacks that are gut-wrenching. He was a person who, within the framework of his worldview, tried to do good, and could have continued to do so a little longer, surrounded by his children and the love of his life, who until her death in 1850 had never really come to terms with his loss.
Absolutely! I try to avoid buying brand new clothes and jewellery where I can. Just today, I had very lovely help mending one of my favourite vintage dresses! Jewellery aside (some pieces of which are much, much older), the oldest wearable pieces of clothing I own are a 1920s shift that belonged to my great-grandmother and a 1920s-30s lace collar.
Thanks for the ask!
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thisnameisnotspokenfor · 6 months ago
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I want to start by saying I LOVE your fanfic and the amount of lore you’ve built around everything, it’s just such an interesting world to experience and you’ve done an amazing job building it. Genuinely in my top three fanfics I’ve read across any fandoms I’ve been in!
IMPORTANT NOTE:
This discusses educational discussion of women’s undergarments in the context of fashion history, just in case you aren’t comfortable with it!
In chapter 29 I noticed one line that bugged me a little, so apologies for the LONG explanation here about corsets— if you already know about their actual history and not the hollywood misrepresentation of them feel free to ignore this, I just thought this could help in the future with the ball chapter especially!
““Ha,” she grinned, pulling herself upwards before she turned back to the star. “You think this is outlandish? You should see what some ladies are capable of doing while wearing a corset!”
“A corset?” he repeated.
“Yeah, it’s like a cosmetic thing that came straight outta hell, because no one down there wanted it, so now we on earth have to deal with it. “”
To start- corsets as a whole shouldn’t be demonized as much as they are in popular media since they were quite literally just the old version of bra’s— just like how there are uncomfortable ones and comfortable ones today, there were back then. I’m less here about historical accuracy but realism, because working class women wore corsets daily and they were an essential part of the everyday clothing they wore!
More accurately in this time period it would be called ‘a pair of bodies’ (later on shortened to bodice) and should have been comfortable unless poorly made and tailored. An uncomfortable corset means one of two things, it was poorly tailored like I mentioned before or the corset has been tight laced. Tight lacing only became popular in the early 1800’s and would be the beginning of corset demonization. Doctors would claim organs were being moved and fertility was being damaged (‘studies’ have been made but also debunked) hence the quickly descending popularity of them and the invention of the bra!
To put it into perspective, modern day translation would go like this:
“Ha,” she grinned, pulling herself upwards before she turned back to the star. “You think this is outlandish? You should see what some ladies are capable of doing while wearing a bra!”
(Which by the way, that’s so real, I hate mine so much)
I feel like it’s completely in character for your Asha to have a gripe with corsets, which is why I wasn’t sure if this wasn’t an intentional choice or not. Asha definitely seems like the type to strictly wear working corsets and avoid tight lacing ones like the plague.
Quick personal suggestion, since I noticed asha’s victory dress being very-ballgown like, It’s likely she’d opt for a corset of her own design similar to an Edwardian corset, which created an hourglass design not by cinching in the waist to extremes but adding volume at the hips (hip pads) instead. Ideally, an everyday corset should feel like a tight hug, not a torture machine.
Fun fact: It wasn’t uncommon for men to wear corsets as well! They were good for hiding ‘beer bellies’.
If you prefer visual learning, here’s a really engaging video that goes over the basic myths: https://youtu.be/LWYG5sQp0-E?si=LugoryF2eR_Dja83
Highly encourage you to look further into it because fashion history is so interesting and deeply reflects the political standings of each era.
Tldr: Just like modern bra’s have restricting pushup bras and comfy grandma bra’s corsets had comfy ones and tight lace ones. Asha likely would be wearing a corset too :D
It’s just a personal thing I’m very passionate about, and although im not a fashion historian I hope I gave you a general idea of what corsets are actually like if you didn’t know already 🙏
Seriously looking forward to the future chapters, this fic is a literal piece of art <3
First of all- thank you! I appreciate it!
Also, I did not know that much about corsets, (nor did I know that men actually wore them to hide 'beer bellies' that's too funny) so this was a learning experience to me! I never knew that they were actually comfortable- ((I'll be sure to look into it more!))
Admittedly, I do fine the fashion aspect to be a bit challenging because it's trying to balance the whole- medieval time period fashion vs the star fashion that you see in Asha's victory dress- along with some other things, but I will definitely go back and edit that line in chapter 29 when finished!
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skitskatdacat63 · 1 year ago
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In true tradition, here are my thoughts on my drawings, because it was in fact: 7 AM
Okay so Fernando I is, as stated, super ostentatious. Why? Because it fits him but also because it's based on the real life guy. In all the paintings I could find of Philip V, in most of them he is wearing at least some kind of armor, and if not, is dressed pretty dramatically imo. And I will not be drawing a full set of armor, but it felt a bit weird to leave it our entirely so. Also historically I do think it's so interesting he was portrayed this way, since he was described as someone who was "only interested in outward decorum and brave only in battle."(again: how fernando coded hahaha)
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See! Super dramatic! Also I made this meme that is only comprehensible to me
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Seriously, why is he pointing in half of his paintings???? I couldn't find a concrete answer so I will give my personal analysis 😤 I like to think that it's symbolism for how he's always moving forward, like "here's will I go will go next!" ....or the artists just couldn't figure out what to do with his hands, I feel the struggle.
Oh also important to note!! His heels!! I am obsessed with this fashion detail from the time:
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Nandopoleon is super important to me, it's why @sweatyflytrap and I became friends in the first place 🥺🥺🥺 so it felt very surreal to draw him because I've been thinking about him for a while. I want to make an actual web weave with quotes lined up with Fernando's career, or stuff comparing their personalities. Or draw him recreating one of the iconic paintings(probably the one with Napeoleon crowning himself emperor, I think it's fitting.) But to draw him in that classic pose, im very happy :)
And as I said already, Hussars are very fun to draw because it is such a general AU. The joy of it is more about figuring out how to incorporate the details of the real life racesuits to the uniform. If I didn't only primarily love to draw Fernando and Seb, i would be like "request a driver for the Hussar AU!" But I don't know how well that would go 😭
Anyways end of post. I think the reason why I've been feeling a lot more creatively driven and passionate is because it's a lot easier to draw so much when you know other people will be interested/want to discuss it with you! I used to have a friend that I would talk a lot about my OCs with, and guess what, back then I drew a lot more of them than I do now. It's not that I need outside validation to draw, I draw plenty for myself, but more that it makes me feel more happy about it, because I know that I'll get to talk about it with other people and see other people's thoughts, rather than just me being the sole participant. As you guys know, I like to talk. A lot. So it's very nice for it not all to be in my head(I am crazy) 😭😭 So thank you to everyone for your continued interest <3 you sustain me 🥺🥺
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misssakuramochi · 1 year ago
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Hi!! Could I please request a romantic matchup with a male character from One Piece?
My pronouns are she/her and I’m heterosexual. My zodiac sign is Taurus and I’m an INFP! I have pretty dark brown hair and I have brown eyes.I also have freckles across my cheeks.
I’m definitely a more introverted person, I’m very shy when I’m talking to people I don’t know, and I tend to avoid conversation as much as possible. However, if I get to know someone, I can be very talkative and cheery! I’m a very creative person and have a big imagination! I can also be very stubborn, and I don’t really like to admit that I’m wrong. 
I have a lot of hobbies, and I really enjoy trying out new things! I have a passion for baking, and I try to bake something new at least once a month! I also enjoy figure skating, and I’ve recently learned how to play the harp! Some other various hobbies of mine include calligraphy, digital art and quilting. I absolutely love going antique shopping! It’s a really fun past time, and I definitely like looking through decorations and utilities from the past. I collect records, old comics, pins, and paper dolls, so those are all things I like! I have a very strong dislike for bugs and I also hate seafood.
Thank you!! I hope this is good!
I match you with...
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MIKAWK
○ Mihawk needs an introvert who understands his need for time spent alone to think and recharge. You would likely benefit (imo) from someone who understands your reservation and need to warm up slowly. Though to everyone else it seems like the slowest of slow burn romances, the two of you get to come out of your shells at your own paces in a natural way.
○ As you warm up and become more talkative, Mihawk becomes a bit surprised with your wild imagination (wild in his eyes, anyway, seeing as he is the much less imaginative of the two of you.) That bring said, he adores hearing you go on about your ideas. You do most of the talking, but he's more than happy to listen over tea
○ Both of you are quieter people, it seems. Quiet nights in over parties, museums Ober clubs - you get the idea. Your idea of a good date lines up well, which keeps things fresh and romance alive
○ Outwardly, the two of you are opposites - uptrend cheerful and bright, he's brooding and dark; you're a jack of all trades, he's a master of one; you get the idea. Inwardly though, you're similar enough to understand one another and where the other comes from when they approach things differently. Together, your differences and similarities together make you unstoppable
HEADCANONS
○ Mihawk has not just a hobby room, but a whole wing dedicated to your interests added to his castle. Sewing room, art room, collection room - the only thing not in the castle is a skating rink and that's only because it's outside. You even have your own bedroom in the wing. Like, you share the master bedroom, but for nights you're too exhausted to make it after a long night crafting, or too socially worn out to even want to spend time with him, its there.
○ With your cheery nature and Mihawks... uh. Well you know him being himself, you become known as the sun and the moon.
○ You sound like something of an old soul, and I feel like you and Mihawk end up dressing like a historical vampire-esque manner. You don't really wear couples clothes exactly, but you do match quite perfectly
○ Learning swordplay is an absolute must for you. Even if you were somewhat proficient before, there is much for you to learn from the greatest swordsman in the world. He won't say it, but he does this because he worries for you - the waters you live in are dangerous, after all. In turn though, Mihawk can be convinced to pick up one of your hobbies if you play your cards right. Turns out he's quite a handy seamstress.
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an-absolute-travesty · 2 years ago
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Cowboys are Frequently Secretly Fond of Each Other
Ahhhh it’s here!
After the wifi peacing out for like 12 hours, I thought I’d never get this posted lol. But’s it’s here at last.
It’s posted to AO3 and Wattpad (I know, I know) so if you prefer to read over there, its the same title. 
This is... kinda a keefitz cowboy au? It’s like a cowboy/country/farmer/historical au. 
It’s inspired by that one tumblr post that’s like “it weren’t the whiskey he were tryin to savor” or something like that
Tags: @cadence-talle @ruewen-and-rising @lemontarto @a-lonely-tatertot @catboyruy @percabetn @sewersewersewercouch @everyonehasthoughts @imaramennoodle @enbies-and-felonies @blxckh0les42 @rainbowtay-11 @callas-starkflower-stew @impostertamsong @sofia-not-sophie @stars-and-splendor @anna-without-an-e @thisbluewind @we-have-no-bananas-today @we-wont-dissapear @jadenightthewriter @ketterdamkid
And, a special tag to @cowboypossume for being very passionate about this. Idk if you can dedicate a fic to someone, but I would dedicate this to him lol.
And big thank you to @lesbianalliepressman for being the bestest beta in the whole wide world
TWs: Period-accurate homophobia, use of the q-word, swearing, underage (but not at the time) drinking, just 1880′s Kansas in general, very OOC Alden
Word count: 7,170
Keefe was walking through the hell more commonly known as Kansas.
The sun beat on his neck, thin shirt soaked with sweat, rocks digging into his bare feet.
If it was his choice, he would’ve been wearing shoes. Of course, it wasn’t, and his boots had been stolen about 12 miles east by some assholes calling themselves bandits.
If it was his choice, he also would’ve been riding a horse, but she had been stolen along with his shoes. And his spare clothes. And his water skin. 
In the simplest of terms, Keefe was having a shitty, shitty day.
Luckily, just there, tiny in the horizon, there looked to be a homestead.
With renewed energy, Keefe waked faster. Then jogged. Then ran.
Eventually, with huffing breath, he reached the house.
It was… big. Whoever lived here was rich. The kind of rich that bought you a couple dozen acres of farmland, a pond, another dozen horses, and a house that really looked like it should’ve been a summer estate for the queen of England. 
And standing right behind the gate, was the “whoever” that owned it.
“What’re you doin’ here, boy?”
The man was tall, but not in a particularly intimidating way. Really, it read more like a giraffe with a southern accent pretending to be a lion. 
He was also vaguely familiar. There was a good chance Keefe ran into him some time in the last eight years he’d spent on the road. His accent wasn’t Kansas, really. It was more Georgia. Keefe had never been to Georgia, but this man seemed polished and rich enough that he might’ve done some travelling. 
“Just passin’ through, sir. Could use a rest for a night, if you got a spare barn-” they did have a spare barn, they had 5 barns, hard not to have a spare, “I’m a good worker, sir. Good with horses, too. Just need a good night of sleep before I reach the next town.”
“Well, just your luck, son. There’s a town about 3 miles thataway. Could reach it by sundown if you get started now.” 
“Sir, I really-”
“Alden!” yelled a woman, barrelling towards them faster than a train, “What in the world are you doin’?”
The woman, despite the fact that she was running at them faster than an Olympian, was much more majestic than the man at the gate. Her already dark skin was tanned in a way that anyone could tell she had spent her fair share of time outside, and her (clearly expensive, if simple and practical) dress trailed in the wind behind her like a flag in the wind.
“Della, darlin’, there’s no need-”
“Now, who do we have here?” she asked as she came to a stop, entirely ignoring the man, Alden.
“Um, my name’s Keefe, ma’am.”
“Got yourself a last name, Keefe?”
“No, ma’am, just Keefe will do.”
“Alright, then, Just Keefe. You go on and tell me how you got yourself in this neck of the woods while you walk up to the house with me.”
“Della,” protested Alden, “I really don’t think-”
“None of that nonsense, Alden. Boy’s clearly had a rough day. I expect we’ll hear all about it here, if you’ll just listen.”
And, oh boy, did Keefe tell.
He did his best to keep expletives out of the conversation, although it was hard. Awful as it was, he had to make himself look as pitiful and helpless to these folks as possible. It was always the same song and dance when trying to get help from people. It was easier when he was thirteen than at eighteen, but apparently he still had the charm. (Plus, a lot of material to work with.) Because after he was finished, Della said,
“Oh, you poor boy.”
And Alden was scowling with the anger of a hundred suns, although that look was erased when Della looked back at him.
“Won’t you come up to the house and eat lunch with us. In fact, I believe we’ll likely have some boots and clothes to spare for ya’. After that, you can rest up in the barn.”
“That’s too kind of you, Mrs…?”
“Vacker. Mrs. Vacker. But Della’ll do just fine, bein’ formal ain’t necessary.” 
Vacker. Yes, that was it. Alden Vacker was one of his dad’s old drinking buddies, one of his politician friends. Of course, the man didn’t recognize Keefe. Likely, he’d last seen Keefe at age eight, fetching him another whiskey.
“Of course. Thank ya’ kindly, Della, ma’am.” 
Della seemed satisfied.
Alden seemed silently enraged, like he was worried Keefe would find a way to steal all his horses and his family in the time it took him to blink.
~*~
It only took a few minutes of sitting awkwardly at the table, waiting for the Vacker kids to come inside for lunch, for Alden to use the worst opener Keefe could imagine.
“So, Keefe, you look awful familiar. Who’re your kin?”
“Oh, they ain’t no one, really.”
“Hm. Well, where’re ya’ from?”
“S’pose a bit of everywhere. Born in New York, but I ain’t been there for so long, I don’t even rightly remember what the city looks like, sir.” 
A lie. It had been eight years, but it takes much longer to forget your only home. Hell, even the damn accent he’d been putting on for the last who-knows-how-many months was fake. But, it was so much easier to pretend to have been rural for all your life than explain your father was a rich asshole trying to make the politics of the far-north just the same as the far-south.
“Aw, well, that’s a right shame. Always liked the city. Used to go there for conventions n’ such. Nice break from all the fields. Got a few friends up there.”
“Oh?”
“Mm-hmm. Let’s see, the Sencens were always nice, oh, and Quinlin, of course. Lord, I ain’t seen him in so long. Wonder how the old boy’s doin’ nowadays…”
He seemed lost in thought, and Keefe was hesitant to interrupt that. 
Quinlin… yes. Quinlin. He also drank with Cassius, from time to time, although more than likely, he was just there to be with Alden. Keefe recalled many whispers he wasn’t meant to overhear from those days from his father to his mother.
“Gisela, I’m telling you. Those men are too close, I’m not inviting them again.”
“Oh, hush, will you? They’ve got political footholds. And money. It’ll do us more good than harm to have them on our side.”
The door slammed open with a crash as the sound of bickering immediately filled the room. 
“Bi, you can’t do that while I’m breakin’ a horse!”
“You’ve been tryin’ to break that horse five damn months, now! If ya’ can’t ride him by now, we oughta just let the poor thing go or send him on a train to the glue factory, and I can ride my mare in whichever field I please.” 
“Biana,” Della chided, “language. We have a guest, if you hadn't noticed.” 
“Oh,” she said, “hello. Anyway, what’s for lunch, Mama?”
The boy shook his head, apparently exasperated by his sister’s antics, and approached Keefe with a hand out. 
“Sorry, I’m sure I smell like horse shi-” - he looked at his mother, who was eyeing him already - “excrement. But, uh, I’m Fitz.”
He smiled, this excellent bright smile offset by his tanned skin. His portrait should’ve been put in the dictionary under the definition “ladykiller”. (Followed immediately by an addendum stating that he was also a Keefe-killer.)
Keefe cleared his throat.
“My friends call me Keefe,” he said as he met the handshake, a little flushed.
That was a lie. He didn’t have friends. His brain simply sputtered out and died, incapable of coming up with anything more clever.
“I s’pose we gotta be friends, then, considerin’ I don’t have anything else to call ya’.”
“S’pose so.” 
He tried to do his best “I’m-not-flustered-I’m-totally-sauve” smirk, but he suspected it came off as more of a “doing-my-best-not-to-puke” grimace. 
“Well,” Della broke in, “go get cleaned up for lunch. I’m not tryin’ to have two shit-smellin’ kids sittin’ at my table.”
“Oh-ho, I see, so you can swear-”
“Biana?”
“Yes’m. Cleanin’ up now.” 
~*~
It was after lunch, and after a lot of not realizing he was staring at Fitz until Fitz caught him looking, that he got his new set of clothes.
“Fitz, dearie, lead Keefe up to Alvar’s room and let him pick out whatever’ll fit him.”
“... are you sure, Ma?”
“Course. What’s Alvar gonna do with ‘em?”
“Alrighty, then.”
He was led through their labyrinth of a mansion (three rooms, a hallway, a stairwell, two more hallways, another stairwell, another hallway) to a door. 
“Here’ll be Alvar’s room. You heard Ma, pick out whatever’ll fit. He ain’t got a use for ‘em no more. He was a few inches taller than you, but it should do just fine.”
“I, uh, I’m sorry for your loss?”
“Hm? Oh, no, he ain’t dead. Not that we know of, at least. He just ran away. He got sucked into, uh… I suppose the nice way to call it would be overly traditional beliefs. Some religious something. The sort that tracks down whoever they don’t like and yell and cry that they need the Lord, and if they don’t comply, the next thing they know is their house is bein’ burned up and their horses n’ cows are set loose all over. If the bastard ain’t dead, he’s dead to me. Raid the room, if you wanna.” 
“Ah, well in that case, very, very happy for your loss.” 
This made Fitz crack another one of those brilliant, blinding, knock-your-socks-off smiles.
Staying in this house was gonna kill Keefe.
~*~
He came out of that room with a fresh shirt, a pair of trousers (that he had to cuff more time than he’d like to admit), and his pockets heavier with a few trinkets. 
Nothing big, nothing that looked too awfully sentimental, just whatever he thought might be able to fetch a pretty penny or two for a meal when his stay at the Vacker’s house inevitably ran thin.
And, based on that look on Alden’s face as he entered the sitting room, he suspected his stay wouldn’t last too much longer. 
“Keefe, son, come outside with me. I’ll show ya’ around.”
Keefe did not want to come outside with him. It was likely the last thing Keefe ever wanted to do. He really found it very tempting to run out the back door and book it three miles over to the next town.
Instead, he found himself on the porch with Alden, and before he knew it, his feet were no longer touching the ground.
In fact, he was now about six inches from the ground, being held up by his armpits. 
“What the fuck is your problem?!”
“What’s your angle here, boy? I know your type, oh I know it too well. You come in here, you charm my daughter, you turn my son into a- a queer, you turn my wife against me. Admit it, you motherfucker-”
“I don’t know what the HELL you’re talking about! I’m just tryin’ to get work, goddammit!”
“Oh, sure, sure you are-”
Desperate to be free from the crazed man pinning him to a wall, Keefe used the only limbs he had free. His legs. Which just so happened to be at the perfect level.
“Ough, ohhhhh you-”
“Yeah, don’t fucking touch me. I think I’ll find my way around here well enough myself, thanks.” 
~*~
He decided to settle down (most certainly not hide) in a barn that seemed to be exclusively used for storing hay.
Rich people.
He found a bale to sit on, dump out his small pile of semi-valuables to pawn off later, and resigned himself to stay there very very quietly, ideally until the Vackers forgot he existed, and he could slip out in the night and book it to the next town. 
“Hey, Keefe? You out here anywhere?”
Well, shit. 
Frantically, he stuffed the trinkets back into his pockets.
A crack of light fell over Keefe as the barn door was slid open, revealing Fitz. 
“Ah, there ya’ are. Pap said you just walked off, Mama said we oughta keep you around ‘til at least dinner, so we had to find ya’.”
“Yes, yeah, um… I was just overwhelmed. Didn’t mean to take advantage of your kindness, or nothin’, just needed a minute.” 
“Don’t worry none about that. You up to some work? Wouldn’t hurt to have a hand in breakin’ that horse Bi was pokin’ me about. You any good?”
“‘Course. And… yeah, I’m pretty good, I’d say.”
~*~
“Keefe?”
“Hm?”
“If I recall, you said you were pretty good. How in all the nine hells are you already ridin’ that damn horse?”
It had been about two hours. The stud was certainly jumpy, jittery, and all too eager to buck, but it wasn’t anything Keefe hadn’t dealt with before.
Of course, the horse was probably nearing on 19 hands tall, so that was certainly some motivation not to fall off. 
“Horses just like me, ‘s all. It’ll take some more working to get old Grey here really ready, but I could give y’all some tips.”
“Tips? Lord, we’ve gotten tips from every damn equestrian in the state for Greyfell. They ain’t done what you’ve done in a few hours.”
“Aw, well, nothin’ much.”
Fitz shook his head and looked up like the sky would give him the answer to anything.
“C’mon, now,” Fitz said, “we should probably go on and put him up and get to workin’ on somethin’ else, don’t want Pap out here yellin’ to get back to work.”
“That man sure does seem to like yellin’,” Keefe said, dismounting.
“Mm-hmm. You ain’t seen the half of it. Although…”
“Although?” Keefe prompted.
“I, uh, I heard a bit of the commotion earlier. Not much. I didn’t want to tell Mama or nothin’, she’d get all worked up and then no one would be sleepin’ tonight through all that noise.”
“Well… I’m right sorry about that, I am.”
“Ain’t your doin’. Pap just gets… protective, I s’pose. ‘Specially after Alvar went and disappeared on us. Dunno if he cares ‘bout us, or just don’t want another family embarrassment, but he gets real suspicious ‘bout guests. First thing you know, there’s a handsome stranger called Ruy at the doorstep and next thing, the whole town’s gossipin’ about your oldest.”
“That explains it.”
“Still no excuse for him. But… I mean, hell, what can any of us do? Sorry, I don’t mean to dump all this stupid drama on ya’, just frustrated ‘s all.”
“Fathers are the worst sometimes. I can attest to that plenty well, I’ll promise ya’ that.”
“Mm. You can tell me all about it after you help weed the corn field.”
“Ugh.”
“Indeed.”
~*~
They were called up to dinner before Keefe could tell his sob story, all the better for him. 
“Alden, how was it today?” Della asked, leaning over to peck Alden on the cheek.
“Just fine, darlin’,” he said, dodging the kiss, rounding over to fill his plate.
“Hm. Any progress on that stud, Fitz?”
“Oh, boy, was there-”
And so on went the dinner conversation, all pleasant and easy as the Vackers carefully tiptoed around any discourse like a ballerina in a minefield. Alden even only glared at Keefe a couple of times, so it seemed like he was warming up.
“Fitzy,” said Della after dessert had been served and dinner was well settled, “won’t you show Keefe down to the hay barn? Pick up some blankets for him, too.”
“Yes’m,” he said, getting up and motioning Keefe to follow.
“So,” Keefe started when they were outside, “Fitzy?”
“Lord,” he said with a laugh, “tried to stop her callin’ me that years ago. It’s no use. Nineteen years old, but that don’t matter none, I’ll always be a baby to her.” 
“Mm. Mind me askin’ something awfully nosy?”
“Shoot.”
“You’re nineteen, you’re mad at your father… why ain’t you left yet?”
“I… I can’t leave Bi here. She’s plenty prickly enough to survive on her own, she’s strong like that, but she’s still seventeen. Pap ain’t exactly a suffragist. He ain’t gonna want her to leave ‘till she finds some man, or ‘till she’s old enough to do it on her own. We’re still poolin’ whatever resources we can. And then there’s…”
“Della?”
“Mm-hmm. We don’t wanna break Ma’s heart. Well, again. Ah, here’s the hay barn, you’re familiar.”
“Yep. I’ll see ya’ in the mornin’, I s’pose.”
“Wait, now, you can’t stay out here alone. There’re wolves, and- and timber wolves, and coyotes, and… well, mostly different sorts of dogs, but the point stands.”
“I’m pretty sure I can handle whatever dogs mother nature throws my way.”
“Oh, yeah? They get all up in our chicken coops, spook the horses, the farm’s crawling with ‘em at night.”
“Good thing I ain’t a chicken or a horse. What in the world would you do to help, anyway?”
“I can fight off a wolf.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, then, you can sleep right outside that door, there. When I hear ya’ screamin’, I know I oughta run on up to the house.”
Fitz bristled at this with all the confidence of a man who insisted he could fight off at least twelve wolves, thank you very much. This, despite the fact he had been bucked off of Greyfell at least twice no more than eight hours previous.
“Alright, you can keep me company down here if you want, Fitzy. But I ain’t hearin’ no complaints about bein’ cold.”
“Won’t need to, ‘cause I ain’t gonna complain one bit.”
~*~
To his credit, Fitz didn’t complain. That didn’t mean he didn’t shiver with enough force to shake the entire barn and probably cause an earthquake all the way through the earth in China.
“Alright, that’s enough of that, c’mere, you’re gonna shake the house down with all that shiverin’.”
“What? I ain’t complained none.”
“Yeah, you ain’t complained, but I ain’t gonna be able to move on to the next town if it’s rubble from your shakin’.”
“Can’t help it none.”
“Naw, but if you’ll come here we’ll both be warm.”
Fitz scooted a little closer, very clearly hesitant.
“C’mon, Fitzy, I don’t bite. Less ya’ want me to.”
He huffed a little before closing the rest of the distance, turning away from Keefe, allowing him to wrap an arm around Fitz’s torso.
“See, ain’t that bad.”
“Don’t bite, you’ll be just as bad as the wolves.”
“Not without consent, Fitzy.”
“Oy vey.”
“Hehehe.”
~*~
It is generally accepted that, perhaps one of the worst ways to wake up, would be the sound of a banging door followed by an onslaught of slurs. 
This is, indeed, the exact condition Fitz and Keefe found themselves in that morning.
Of course, Alden was the perpetrator. 
“FITZROY AVERY VACKER! IN THE HOUSE! NOW!”
“WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!”
“HOUSE!”
“LORD! OKAY! OKAY!”
Fitz scrambled up, rushing out the door.
He paused, turning towards Keefe like he was thinking about staying and helping.
Keefe shook his head. 
In a fraction of a second, Keefe was being grabbed by his collar, only a few inches away from the face of a man who clearly hadn’t yet brushed his teeth.
“I’m gettin’ pretty damn tired of you bein’ at my house. Corruptin’ my boy. You’re gonna turn him to a damn queer, I know you are.”
“Well, sir, I guess it takes a queer to know a queer.”
“The hell are you insinuating, boy?”
“I was just thinkin’, sir,” Keefe said earnestly, “Don’t seem to care about your wife all that much, despite that - if I may say, sir - she’s very beautiful. You don’t have any workers on the farm, which ain’t usual for one this big. Trying to prove yourself, maybe? Make sure your son won’t follow in your… particular footsteps. Make a man outta him. And, well, Mr. Vacker we ain’t even gotten to your awfully close past relationship with one Mr. Quinlin Sonden-”
“That’s enough!” Alden said, finally letting go of Keefe’s shirt and pushing him away. 
“Dunno what the upset is about, sir. Anyway, what sort of work is there to do today?”
Alden was silent for a moment.
“Come up to breakfast, first. Thinkin’ we’ll fix up the barn today. Got some holes in it. We’ll make sure it don’t get too cold down here again.” 
“Thank you kindly, sir. That’ll be much appreciated.” 
~*~
Fitz didn’t come down to work that day, which was unsurprising. This meant the “we” in Alden’s statement was about as much of a lie as his wedding vows, and left Keefe to patch, paint, and fix the entire barn by himself.
After he was done, he was about as red as a cooked lobster and about as warm as one too. All he needed was to be slathered in butter, and he’d make a delicious meal.
Apparently, in his fixation and dedication to the barn, he’d missed lunch, because next thing he knew Fitz was coming down with a plate of dinner.
“Oh, what time is it?” Keefe asked, climbing down from his perch on the ladder.
“About seven. We, uh, tried to call you up, but you seemed awful focused.”
“Ah. Sorry about that.”
“It ain’t nothin’. C’mon in the barn. I snuck somethin’ extra, but if Ma or Pap sees it, we’ll be gettin’ an earful.” 
Once settled across from each other on their respective hay bales, Fitz pulled something out of a satchel at his side.
He took a sip from the flask before tossing it over to Keefe.
“Mm,” Keefe said after a sniff, “whiskey?”
“Bourbon, technically. Pap gets the good stuff.”
He took a swig with a grimace. He’d never gotten used to the burn of alcohol, but anything to help ignore the skin peeling up from his red neck. 
“Ah, yeah, and food. Don’t take that stuff on an empty stomach, ‘less you like seein’ the walls spin.”
He handed over the plate, the Vacker’s typical rich dinner. Meat and potatoes, veggies, bread, a full spread. 
Keefe eagerly shoved the mashed potatoes in his mouth, mumbling out what was intended to be “compliments to the chef”, although it sounded more like “compwemess do te shef”
“I’ll tell her,” Fitz said with a laugh.
There was a pause where Keefe ate, shovelling food in his mouth at a pace only teenage boys can achieve. 
Meanwhile, Fitz took occasional sips of the bourbon, mouth lingering at the lip of the flask after each.
After about three quarters of a plate’s worth of food was shoved down Keefe’s throat within about ten minutes, Fitz spoke.
“Can I uh… can I ask you a question?”
“ ‘Course.”
“Pap was… quiet, today. Said I didn’t need to work, and that was about it. What happened down here?”
“Oh, nothin’ much. I just called him on his behavior, ‘s all. He didn’t like it much.”
“I expect not. What’d you say, exactly?”
“You want the pretty version or the ugly version?” Keefe asked, staring at the ground.
“The honest version.” 
“I suspected so. Well, then… he grabbed me by my shirt, told me I was gonna turn you into, quote, ‘a queer’, and I posited that it took one to know one. I had some evidence he didn’t appreciate, I s’pose. He let me off the hook after that.” 
Fitz thought for a minute.
“Well, his reasonin’ was awful flawed.”
“Why’s that?” Keefe asked.
“Mighty hard to turn someone into something they already are.” Fitz took another swig of from the flask, tossing it to Keefe. “Don’t you agree?”
“I certainly do… Fitzroy Avery.”
“Lord, I have got to tell them to hush up,” Fitz said, shaking his head, while Keefe laughed maniacally. 
“Fitzroy, seriously? Like, alright, nickname Fitz. Full name? I’d guess Fitzgerald, Fitzwilliam, but no. No. The Vackers can’t have NORMAL names! No! We gotta have Alvar, Biana, and Fitzroy, like honestly-”
“Oh, yeah, that’s awful rich from you, Keefe-”
“Let’s not even get STARTED on AVERY-”
“And what’s your middle name, Mister Normal Name?”
“None of your damn business, that’s what-”
“I bet it’s somethin’ great. I bet it’s… Nigel! No, no, wait, I know what it is.”
“You do?”
“I do.”
“And what’s that, exactly?”
“Willard.” 
“Shut your mouth.”
“Am I right?”
“No! You ain’t right! What kinda fuckin name is Keefe Willard Sencen, like honestly-”
He was going to continue, but that’s when he realized he’d said his surname. One Fitz would almost certainly be familiar with, and far too rare to be a coincidence. 
At this point, Fitz had worked himself to a giggling frenzy, too much to reply, and hopefully too much to have noticed Keefe’s slip.
“You’re drunk off your ass, Fitzroy.”
“I am still on my ass, thank you very much. I am still using this ass, you can’t have it.”
“God almighty, give me strength.”
“Not much stronger than Pap’s supply,” Fitz said, gesturing at the flask Keefe still held.
Keefe sighed and took another swig.
“S’pose I’d be a bad friend if I let you get ruined on your own.”
“All too true.”
Resigning himself to having a pounding headache the next morning, Keefe got to work.
~*~
Long after the flask was empty and many conversations about nothing and everything were had, they figured it was probably time to settle down and sleep.
“You stayin’ down here again?” Keefe asked, most of the slur to his speech wearing off. “Big risk. Don’t wanna get yelled at again.”
“Lord, can’t go back to the house. I’d get crucified.”
“Mm. That’d be a shame. ‘S probably worth the yellin’, then.”
“Mm-hmm.”
There was a lapse, long enough that Keefe was almost sure Fitz had fallen asleep, until he talked again.
“Thank you.”
“For what? Drinkin’ your liquor and makin’ you sleep in a barn?” 
“For not… reacting. When I told you I’m queer.”
“ ‘Course, what else would I do?”
“Dunno. I was pretty damn sure I’d be alright. But, sometimes the ones that seem the kindest will surprise ya’. You didn’t, though.”
“Mm. What gave away I wouldn’t do nothin’ bad?”
“Offerin’ to bite me is pretty high on the list.” 
Keefe laughed.
“I s’pose that might’ve helped.”
There was another lapse, long enough that Keefe started to nod off, before he figured it was now or never.
“I am, too.”
“Hm?”
“I’m queer, too.”
“I figured as much.”
“The bitin’ thing?”
“That, and I can read minds.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Mm-hmm… I’m uh, whatchamacallit, I’m a telescope.”
“Ya’ are?”
“Yep.”
“What am I thinkin’ about now?”
There was just enough light in the barn to see Fitz had a shit-eating grin filled with confidence only a half drunken man could achieve.
“You… are thinkin’… about… mmmmmm… ah, yes, about how I’m a telegram.”
“That’s cheatin’. And it ain’t even true. I don’t think that’s the word you're lookin’ for, neither.”
“It ain’t? I’m a… uh… teleport. Telephone.”
“Telepath.”
“Yes! That’s the one. I’m a telepass.”
“You’re hopeless.”
“Naw, I’m a telefuck.”
“You’re doin’ this on purpose.”
“Well, how’d you know that? Are you a teledick, too?”
“Say, can teleshits read the future?”
“Don’t see why not.”
“Good. That way you can see that I’m about to knock you into next Tuesday.”
Fitz collapsed into drunken laughter again, and Keefe took the opportunity to crawl over and playfully punch him.
“I foresaw this!” Fitz proclaimed, “With my fourth eye!”
“Shut your trap!” 
“Never!”
“You’re a bastard.”
“And I know it!”
After a little more drunk giggling, Fitz eagerly cuddled up to Keefe.
“You’re different drunk,” Keefe said, stating the painfully obvious as if it would get him an explanation.
“S’pose. Maybe I’m just more… out.”
Within the minute, he was dead asleep. 
~*~
To Keefe’s immense surprise, he didn’t wake up to the song of slurs. Just a bell telling them breakfast was ready and Biana screeching a similar message from outside the barn.
“Pancakes! Pancakes! If y’all ain’t up at the house in five minutes, I’m eatin’ your serve!” 
“Yeah, yeah, we’re comin’,” Keefe mumbled, rubbing his eyes. 
Fitz barely stirred.
“C’mon, Fitzy, up you get.”
“No… ‘s too… bright,” Fitz said, hardly intelligible.
“I’ll drag ya’ if I have to.”
“Mm.”
“Well, then. Alright.”
“Mm- Wha- Hey, hey, alright, alright, alright-”
Luckily, it had only taken dragging Fitz a few feet by his ankles before he willingly got up.
“Hey.” Biana popped her head through the cracked barn door. “I’m serious, I’ll eat the pancakes, quit your flirtin’.”
“She means it,” Fitz confirmed with the tone of a man who had more experience in the matter than he liked, and stumbled out the door.
~*~
“Keefe, son,” Alden said, “follow me out ‘ere, need your help with somethin’.”
Despite every single one of his instincts telling him to run for the hills and take his chances with whatever wolves and timber wolves and coyotes were out there, Keefe followed Alden.
The minute they were outside, standing on the porch, Alden got this awful look on his face. The sort of smile you only have after you’ve trapped a chess master and know you’re about to win, or a starving man whose lure has just worked and knows he’ll eat well that night.
“You know, Keefe, I should’ve saw it sooner. You look just like your father, you know. Spittin’ image. Can’t believe I didn’t know you were Cassius’ boy from the minute you opened your mouth. You talk with ‘bout as much confidence as he did.”
Keefe found himself too shocked to reply. It was only a matter of time, he knew that, but he thought he’d have longer than two days. 
“Now, son, I’m gonna give you two options. I’m nice like that. Now, first one, is you get off my farm by tomorrow morning. I want you away before dawn and I don’t want the kids or Della to know ‘bout it. If you ain’t gone, well, we’ll just see if you can outrun a shotgun.
Now, there’s another way. You can stay right here, and I’ll write a letter to your Pappy, and he’ll come ‘n get ya’. I’m sure he misses his son somethin’ awful. You’ve been missing for eight years, now? The triumphant return of a politician’s son, after an accident where he lost all his memory of home at age ten and just kept on walkin’. Met with warmth and wealth all the way in New York. Now, innit that a nice news story? You’ll fund The Sun for weeks.”
“I ain’t goin’ back home, I’ll tell ya’ that much.”
“Don’t blame ya’. Can’t imagine Cassius without Gisela whisperin’ in his ear. If I ain’t mistaken, she ran off with the same folks my son did. Hm. S’pose the Sencens are fans of tryin’ to corrupt innocent boys.”
“I have as much dirt on you as you do on me, old man.”
“Mm. But who’s gonna believe a bratty rich runaway over a charmin’ well-established farmer from Georgia?”
“You certainly ain’t charmed me.”
“I certainly ain’t tried. Now, it would be real nice of ya’ to water n’ brush the horses, if you’d please.” 
Knowing well enough when he was stuck in a corner, Keefe walked off to comply.
“Oh, one more thing, nearly forgot.”
Keefe paused in his steps without turning around.
“Try not to talk to Fitz today. I’ll be watchin’.” 
Keefe kept walking.
“Hey, now, son! What do we say when we’re told to do somethin’? You forget your manners?”
“Yes, yes, I won’t talk to Fitz.”
“Yes?”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s what I thought. Get on down there, now, while there’s still light to the day.”
~*~
Keefe spent the entire day companionless, as Fitz was once again excused from work, and Alden was allergic to doing any work himself. At least this gave him time to plan his escape.
He wanted to go out easy. Quiet. But not without impact. 
It would be simple enough to go in the house, snatch what he could (little things that would fetch a pretty penny. Not too sentimental. Not if he could help it.) and get out quick. He could be at the town by sunrise, and back out of the town before noon. Booking it enough that even if Alden tried to chase after him, Keefe would always be a few hours ahead.
He didn’t respond to the bell for lunch, nor for dinner, despite hearing them. He couldn’t face Fitz, not in front of Alden, not without spilling his guts and running away.
Of course, he should’ve realized sooner that Fitz was an inevitability, because it certainly seemed that way when he turned up with a plate of dinner at the barn door. 
“Keefe? Ya’ down here? Got some pot pie.”
Keefe rushed to meet him, hoping he was subtle enough in his blocking of the doorway. Hoping this was an olive branch to Alden. Look, I ain’t seducing your son, he’s right in your sight.
“Ah, thank ya’ kindly.”
“You need someone to eat with? Ain’t got bourbon this time ‘round, I’m afraid. Pap is on edge somethin’ fierce, couldn’t slip anythin’ under his nose.” 
“Well, now, I don’t wanna burden ya’.”
“You ain’t no burden. C’mon, we ain’t talked all day. Don’t got many friends on the farm, it’s you or the horses.”
“Biana wouldn’t like bein’ called that.”
Fitz laughed, but Keefe was too busy checking the house for a man pointing a shotgun at him to enjoy it. Indeed, right in the window was the outline of a man. They were being watched. 
“Keefe.”
“Hm?”
“Did ya’ hear what I said?”
“Oh, naw, sorry. Got distracted. What was it?”
“You all right?”
“Right as rain.” 
“Hmph. Alright then. I s’pose you don’t want no company?”
“Naw, don’t worry, I’m perfect here by myself.”
“I’ll take you by your word, then,” Fitz said, handing over the plate.
Please don’t.
“Okay.”
~*~
Keefe wasn’t disturbed again until midnight.
Sleep was well out of the equation, and he was terribly on guard. Any snap of a twig meant Alden was turning the corner with a shiny new Winchester, when the wind howled Keefe figured he must be using it to cover that he was loading, when it was all too silent it meant he must be aiming it.  
But, quite stupidly, Keefe’s first thought when the barn door slid open with a creak, was wolves.
Fortunately, it was neither an angry father, nor an elusive Vacker Farm Wolf, just Fitz holding an oil lantern.
Fitz, holding an oil lantern, catching Keefe in the middle of loading up a blanket with his previously snatched treasures.
Less fortunate. 
“Oh, you’re awake. Um. What’re doin’?” Fitz asked.
“I don’t- I mean- There ain’t a good explanation, I’m sorry-”
Fitz stepped forward, looking at the trinkets. 
“This stuff from Alvar’s room?”
“Y-yeah. But I didn’t- I don’t- I’ll put it back-”
“Hm? Naw, it ain’t of no use. Told ya’ before, Alvar ain’t comin’ back, and we weren’t using it.”
“Oh.”
“I’m more worried that it looks like you’re packin’ up on us.”
“Yes. Right. That. Tell ya’ the truth, I shouldn’t even be talkin’ to you.”
“Why’s that?”
“Your father made a very convincing argument involving a shotgun.” 
Fitz sighed.
“I shouldn’t be surprised.” 
“He told me to get out by dawn. You caught me right on time.”
“Well, if dawn’s the deadline, we got a while.”
“Maybe not the best verbiage, there. All too literal.”
Fitz laughed, walking over to take a seat on a hay bale, patting the space next to him to invite Keefe to sit.
It was a moment after they were settled that Keefe asked,
“So, what made you come down here?”
“I wasn’t all that convinced earlier. You’re always weird, actin’, but that was worse.”
“Wow. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Also…”
“Also?”
“I was thinkin’ that you know everything about us, but I don’t know a damn thing about you.”
“I don’t know everything about you,” Keefe insisted.
“Yeah? Ask, I’m an open book. Then it’s your turn, though.”
“Alright. Y’all ain’t from Kansas, how’d you end up all the way out here?” 
“The farm was my great aunt’s. She’s… well, she ain’t the nicest person. Maybe one of the meanest, and most stubborn. She didn’t like it when Kansas decided it was gonna join the Union in the war. She had to free all those folks, whether she liked it or not, and then she wouldn’t hire any… morally correct workers. She just said she was gonna do it all herself. Lord, she managed about fifteen years at it. Don’t know how. But we took over about five years back.”
“Well. You are open.”
“Mm-hmm. Anything else?” Fitz asked.
“Um. Well. No, frankly.”
“Good. My turn, then. Where’re you from?”
“Everywhere. Nowhere.”
“Not the answer I’m lookin’ for, you know that.”
Keefe sighed.
“New York. But I haven’t been there in eight years.”
“Since you were ten?”
“Yes. That’s, um… that’s when I ran away.”
“That’s awful young. Why?”
“My father’s an asshole, my mother’s in a cult. As I saw it, it was that or some kinda boarding school for politicians in training.”
“Did I hear right the other night? You’re a Sencen?”
“Unfortunately. Don’t claim that name anymore, though. Not that many folks recognize it, out here. Except y’all. I stumbled on the only farm in miles that would know my name.”
“Just your luck.”
“Indeed.”
“Where’re you headed, at the end of all of this runnin’?”
“Not sure, honestly. I like the sound of California. Not even sure I know how to settle down somewhere. I’m too jittery.” 
“So… you probably ain’t stickin’ around Kansas long?”
“Not if I have a say in it. I’m sorry, but I hate this place. It’s the tenth circle of hell, I swear.”
“Lord. Can’t say I disagree.” 
They sat in silence for a while, just listening to the sounds of the world outside the barn and staring at the lamplight. 
“Fitz.”
“Hm?”
“I really… I need to go. I’m not trying to meet the working end of a shotgun tonight.”
Fitz sighed.
“Can I be honest?” he asked.
“Always.”
“I really hate this damn house, Keefe. I know it’s easy to… I don’t know, easy to just say you hate somethin’. But I am being serious, I am itchin’ to get outta this fuckin’ place. And… and if this ain’t an opportunity, I don’t know what is.”
“Fitz… I don’t-”
“I’m not kidding around, when the hell else am I supposed to get out? Biana and I both can be packed in half an hour, flat. I’m ready, Keefe, I am.”
“Fitz-”
“Keefe. I am serious. Run away with me.”
“You… your life, I mean, it’s a good one! You’ve never worried about money, you- I mean, you do farm work, but you haven’t worked for a living. Are you ready to-”
“Aw, hell.”
Fitz leaned over, guiding Keefe’s face to his and meeting him with a kiss.
It was tender, and slow. Nothing like the fevered, desperate, fast kissing Keefe had been thinking about (more frequently than he’d ever admit) over the last days.
Keefe would be lying if he said he didn’t immediately melt into it, barely caught off guard. He would be lying if he said something about this didn’t feel inherently right. More than any other boy he’d messed around with, way more than any girl he’d messed around with.
So, when Fitz finally pulled away, all he could say was,
“Wow.”
And then,
“Okay, yea- yes. Yes. I’ll take you. But, you know that Alden will probably chase us. Or say we’re missing, and get the police to do the work for him. It won’t be easy.”
“Well, going on the lam sounds like a new adventure. By the time we hit California, we’ll have new identities, new backstories, new accents, everything.”
“New accents?”
“I’ll be British, or somethin’. Whatever.”
“Alright, redcoat, get packed. Hurry, now.”
“Thirty minutes, flat. Promise.”
“Don’t get caught.”
“I don’t make mistakes,” Fitz said with a wink, grabbing his lamp and exiting the barn.
~*~
How the house caught fire and the horses got free, no one would know for sure.
But, it was most certainly not a mistake if Fitz was to be believed, and the biggest damn mistake in the world if Keefe was.
It went something along the lines of this:
Keefe, too jittery to sit down any longer, stepped outside to anxiously await the sibling’s return.
That was when he saw the first trace of a glow.
Immediately followed by two frantic figures running towards him, bags trailing in the air behind them, clothing loosely stuck and shoved within.
“What the hell happened?!” he asked, as they finally reached him.
“Dropped the damn lamp! C’mon, ain’t got no time!” Fitz yelled, grabbing Keefe’s wrist and dragging him to a run.
They followed Biana to the stables. She was already unlocking the main door and swiftly moved to freeing her horse.
“Take your choice,” she said, “I call Silveny.”
Fitz went to get his horse, and Keefe was immediately drawn to Greyfell.
“Keefe, that’s a horrible idea,” Fitz said as Keefe unlocked the gate and lead the half asleep horse out.
“Naw, it’s a great idea. No one’ll steal him, cause no one else can ride his crazy ass.”
Fitz rolled his eyes, but even in the dark, Keefe could see a hint of a smile on his face.
“C’mon, boys,” Biana said, “We gotta run.”
“Wait,” Fitz said, going over to another mare, unlocking her gate.
“Fitz, we can’t take four horses,” Biana said.
“Naw. But they’ll scatter, the fire’ll scare them, and then Pap can’t chase us without a horse to ride. He’ll never catch up.”
By the time they mounted and rode to the dirt path that led from the house, two other figures were in the yard, staring helplessly as their house burned further.
Alden, so preoccupied with staring uselessly at his home that he didn’t notice the riders in the distance.
And Della, looking at them, frozen. 
The riders slowed, seeming to meet an impasse just from her stare.
With a bit of hesitation, she nodded. Waving them on towards the road. The closest to a goodbye she could give.
~*~
When Keith, Bianca, and Fitzwilliam Baker rode across the California line a month after a bandit burned down Alden Vacker’s home and kidnapped his two children, no one blinked an eye.
When they rode up to a farm filled with free walking animals, and were met with a kind looking blonde man, no threats were made.
When “Keith” said, “Sir, my friends and I need work. Do you have some place mats to spare?” The man didn’t even need to think.
“Of course,” he said, with a smile, “welcome to Havenfield.”
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ME AND THE DEVIL – PART ONE
Featuring: Tommy Shelby x Reader
Words: 3555
Warning: Smut, Abuse 
Notes: This is fiction and not historically accurate. It plays somewhere in the middle of Season 5, after Tommy met Oswald Mosley and became affiliated with him but before he planned to assassinate him.
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You were the oldest daughter of the chief of police in London and married to Oswald Mosley. The marriage between you and Oswald was arranged by your father who was supporting Mosley’s fascist movement.
Your husband was abusive and disrespectful towards you. You despised him and his fascist views. Luckily for you, he didn’t involve you in many political events. You were only obliged to attend functions with him where it benefitted him and his party.
You were aware that he was expanding his party but you didn’t involve yourself with politics, at least so it seemed. You knew that the fascist movement was dangerous and you hoped that, one day, your husband would pay for his sins.
You were not allowed to work, but you were allowed to volunteer at the local orphanage and soup kitchen. As the wife of Oswald Mosley, this was beneficial for his political campaign so he didn’t intervene. Little did he know that this was where you would meet one of his enemies.
Just so it happened that, on a Thursday evening when you were volunteering at the orphanage, you met a mysterious stranger.
Dressed in a comfortable but elegant dress, you unpacked several toys that were delivered from the Womens Association of Birmingham for the children at the orphanage.
The children were excited and you could barely keep up with their demand. Their excitement was overwhelming and their eyes lit up as they took the toys from your hands. It wasn’t often that they received brand new toys and you took joy simply in seeing their excitement. You wanted children of your own, but not with your husband. He wasn’t capable to be a good father and you were glad that, despite numerous attempts, you didn’t conceive.
After years, he told you that you were worthless, not being able to give him a child. But you were somewhat grateful for it. It also meant that he no longer bothered to force you to sleep with him, which never was pleasurable in any sort of way. You were pleased to learn that, after years of abuse, he found whores to be of more interest to him than you.
The work at the orphanage took you away from your miserable life. Working with children was pure joy for you and gave you the courage to inform on your husband to the communist partry. You did it for them, so that they can grow up in a world free from oppression. Your husband was the devil and you knew that very well.
Just as you went to get the last box of toys from the van, a man approached you from behind.
‘Please, let me help you with this’ the man said, taking the heavy box from your hands. He could see that you were struggling with its weight. After all, you were of small statue.
‘Thank you, Mr…’ you said in a way you would usually ask a question.
‘Shelby. Thomas Shelby’ the man said as he walked inside with you.
You showed him where to place the box so that you could unpack it as, all of a sudden, one of the nuns from the orphanage walked towards you from the hallway.
‘Please, Mr Shelby, you do not need to do this’ the nun said with a hasty voice.
‘But it’s my pleasure’ Tommy said as he opened the box and helped you unpack it.
‘Thank you’ you said with a shy smile as you couldn’t help it but stare into his bright blue eyes.
‘No thank you for the work you are doing here Y/N. It is admirable’ Tommy said with a warm smile.
‘I take joy in it’ you said before asking him how he knew your name.
Your question caused Tommy to point to your name tag.
You flushed immediately. Of course, he can read.
‘Very informal’ Tommy said as he observed that the name tag only had your first name on it.
‘Well, I like to be the children’s friend. I am not one of the mistresses or teachers here. I simply volunteer’ you said whilst, the truth was, you were embarrassed of who you were. Y/N Mosley, the wife of a fascist. Of course, you weren’t going to tell him that.
‘We need more kind hearted people like you in a world like this Y/N’ Tommy said as he unpacked the last toy from the box.
‘Please, you make me blush Mr Shelby’ you said shyly while looking up into his piercing blue eyes again.
He was much older than you, probably the same age as your husband, but he was incredibly attractive. Unlike your husband, he appeared kind hearted in his own way.
‘My apologies, it wasn’t my attention to make you uncomfortable’ Tommy said with a smile.
‘It’s quite alright Mr Shelby. Thank you again for helping with this’ you said as you were wondering why he was at the orphanage.
‘Tell me, why are you here? What is your business?’ you asked with curiosity.
‘I am having a meeting with Miss Walsh at 4 o’clock to discuss the funding of the new library for the orphanage. As you know, the orphanage has the facility on site. It’s unused and will need to be fenced. And of course, we will need books’ Tommy said. You could hear the passion in his voice for the project.
‘Are you funding it?’ you asked bluntly.
‘My late wife’s charity is. She cared deeply for children who were abandoned or lost their parents in the war’ Tommy explained.
‘She seemed like a wonderful woman and I am sorry for your loss Mr Shelby’ you said.
‘She was and thank you for your kind words Y/N’ Tommy said.
‘May I offer you a tea? Just while you wait for Miss Walsh?’ you asked.
Tommy agreed and you sat down in the reading room for 15 minutes before Miss Walsh arrived.
You enjoyed your conversation with Tommy. He seemed like a smart man, elegant, firm and yet kind hearted.
The conversations you had were mostly about the orphanage and plans for the education of the children. You loved to read and you liked the idea of a library. You shared ideas for fundraisers and it was evident to you that Tommy was intrigued by you. His eyes wandered everywhere, from your face, down to your hands, which is where he noticed your wedding ring.
‘You are married. Do you and your husband have children?’ Tommy asked.
‘No, we do not. How about you Mr Shelby?’ you asked.
‘A son and a daughter’ Tommy said.
‘Then you are lucky’ you responded just as Miss Walsh arrived.
You said goodbye to Tommy and, just as he was about to leave with Miss Walsh, he asked you whether you would be interested to help with the establishment of the library since you were familiar with literature.
You were surprised that a man like him would personally involve himself with a project like this. It was more common for rich men to simply provide the funds. But, he seemed to care for this particular project, so you agreed.
A few weeks after your encounter with Tommy, the books arrived and you volunteered to sort them and arrange the library for the children.
Tommy came by one afternoon to see how the project came along and offered you his assistance. But most of the time it was his sister Ada who attended the library to catalogue the books with you.
She was a kind woman, socially aware and most defiantly in favour of the communist movement.
Despite your numerous discussions about politics, Ada never thought to mention that her brother Tommy was a politician himself. In fact, she didn’t like to speak about him at all.
Another week later, you were surprised to see Tommy at the library at lunch time.
‘Good Afternoon Y/N’ Tommy said as he brought in another box of books.
‘Mr Shelby, I am surprised to see you’ you said. This was your third encounter with Tommy and you were pleased to see him. You were intrigued by him.
‘I thought you could use some help since my sister is busy with errands today’ Tommy said.
‘So, you came here to help me catalogue books?’ you said sheepishly.
‘Making appearances Y/N, that’s all’ he said as he began to unpack the books.
‘Thank you, Mr Shelby, but…’ you said and before you could continue, Tommy interrupted you.
‘Please, just call me Tommy’ he said as he handed you the books.
You climbed up the ladder to put them onto the higher shelves just as Tommy advised you that, the truth was, that he had meeting with Miss Walsh again but that he set aside some time for the library beforehand.
Tommy and you talked for a while as you shelved the books. You noticed his eyes gaze over you again on several occasions in particular when you stepped up the ladder. He was clearly looking at your ass, possibly even your underwear, but you didn’t mind.
Every time you came down from the ladder, he stood uncomfortably close to you, so close that you could smell the scent of his aftershave. It smelled like musk and he was clearly chewing mint, probably to hide the smell of the cigarettes.
He was handsome, very handsome and the look he gave you every time he handed you more books from the table was intense. A look of want and desire. Or were you imagining it?
Unfortunately, your encounter with him only lasted for about thirty minutes before he had to excuse himself in order to meet with Miss Walsh.
You said goodbye to Tommy with a warm smile and received a smile in return.
Just after he left, you went on with cataloguing the books. It was a slow process and you were the only volunteer on duty that day. Your husband approved. Doing community service was beneficial to his party and political goals. It shows that him and his family care for the community.
But you simply did it because you felt it was right and gave you a purpose.
You spent nearly every day at the library and almost all books were catalogued.
After another half an hour, you had one more box to shelf for the day. You were focused, your mind entirely with the books.
To your surprise, just as you stepped down from the ladder to grab more books for the top shelf, your face was just above Tommy’s face. You couldn’t believe that he was there. You never heard him come back.
‘How long have you been standing there?’ you asked as your foot touched the floor.
‘A few minutes, just enough to admire the view’ he said sheepishly and you weren’t sure whether to smack or kiss him.
But, before you could make up your mind, he leaned in and took the kiss he’s been desperate for since the moment you’ve met.
The kiss was gentle at first, brushing his lips against yours a couple of times, then locking them together in a haste, allowing your tongues to explore each other.
You had never been kissed this way before and gave into him completely.
Your mind told you to stop, to push him away. You didn’t know this man and if your husband was to find out, it would be detrimental for the both of you.
But in your heart, you wanted this so badly. This and so much more.
As your tongues played with each other, coyly at first, then like long-lost lovers, Tommy’s hands ran over your back all the way down to your ass.
His lips tasted sweet and his hands sent shivers through your body.
Without breaking the kiss, Tommy’s hands wandered beneath your skirt, gently and passionately.
‘Not here. The reading area’ you whispered just after you broke away from the kiss.
Tommy nodded just before he planted his mouth just above your clavicle.
While planting gentle kisses over you, Tommy navigated to one of the long desks in the reading area.
He was so gentle, a feeling that was unfamiliar to you. Despite the fact that you barely knew him, you somehow trusted him and wanted him.
Just as your back hit the desk, Tommy lifted you up to sit on it before gently pushing your legs apart.
He moved in between your legs while continuing to kiss you. His skilled fingers began unbuttoning your white blouse, revealing your lace bra.
No words were spoken as Tommy ran his index fingers down the inside of the straps of your bra, over the edges of the cups, then down your cleavage, all while gazing his eyes over your body.
He kept this tease up until you got impatient. Your breathing became heavy as he pulled the bra down, freeing your breasts. Your areolas were covered in goosebumps and your nipples were puffed up. The reading lamp lit all your curves in titillating contrast and you could that Tommy enjoyed what he was seeing.
Not ever had a man looked at you with such desire. You only ever been with one man, your husband, and this was new territory. You actually enjoyed yourself and were feeling guilty about it.
‘So beautiful’ Tommy whispered just before his lips kissed, licked and sucked their way to your stiff nubs on your breasts.
His hands cupped, squeezed and kneaded your smooth flesh and you moaned deeply and gripped the edge of the desk behind you.
Tommy flicked the tip of his tongue across your nipple before nibbling naughtily around it. Not ever had anyone paid such attention to your breasts and you started to feel something that was unfamiliar to you.
You could feel a tingling sensation build up in between your legs and your lace panties were getting wet.
Just as Tommy continued to stimulate your breasts, you gasped and threw your head back as his teeth ever-so-gently brushed up against your nubs again.
Tommy’s hands soon moved from your breasts down beneath your skirt, brushing over the inside of your thighs.
You pushed your legs together for a moment, unsure whether to give in or not.
You despised being touched there by your husband but this was actually enjoyable.
‘Do you want me to stop?’ Tommy asked, noticing your reluctance.
‘No, please don’t’ you said as you decided to let him proceed, opening your legs again.
You were slightly embarrassed by the wetness pooling in between your legs but, to your surprise, Tommy seemed pleased with it.
‘You are so wet Love’ he smirked as his fingers finally brushed over your panties just before he crashed his lips back onto yours.
You moaned into the kiss as his fingers pulled aside your panties and you could feel his finger tips roam over your entrance.
You tried hard to relax as Tommy’s fingers ran up and down your slit and started spread your juices.
He teased your entrance, just slipping in a single finger and only to his first knuckle.
This must be what foreplay was all about you thought as you kept giving in to your moans.
‘Tommy’ you moaned, desperate for more and, just like that, Tommy suddenly bit your neck gently while plunging his finger deep inside you.
Your moans turned to a gasp and a whimper as pleasure flooded your senses. You knew that Tommy had just left a hickey and, whilst you should be concerned, it just made you even wetter.
Tommy kept kissing and biting your neck as he added another finger inside of you and explored you with his fingers. The tip of his finger found many crevices but, unbeknownst to you, he was searching for your g-spot.
‘Fuck, oh god’ you screamed all of a sudden as Tommy’s fingers pressed upwards, earning you smirk from Tommy.
He had just found what he was looking for and, based on your reaction, it was evident to him that he was the first to have found your sweet spot.
Just as he relieved the pressure inside you, he pushed his fingers up again, and again, each time causing you to moan loudly.
‘Shh Love, one of the nuns might hear you’ Tommy whispered sheepishly just as he pulled his fingers out of you.
All these sensations were unfamiliar to you.
‘Please don’t stop’ you pleaded. It felt so good.
Tommy pulled you close for another kiss to shallow your moans before slipping his fingers back inside of you.
His fingers began to push against your g-spot again, running smooth circles and stimulating it just the right way. You were panting. It was ecstasy and you could feel an unfamiliar tension build up in your stomach.
‘I am going to make you come now Love. Try to be quiet’ Tommy said and you had literally no idea what he was talking about until, all of a sudden, he pushed into you with more force.
Your whimpers soon turned into shouts and you clenched onto Tommy’s arms firmly.
It wasn’t long until Tommy could feel your walls tighten around his two fingers.
‘Oh my god’ you moaned before you held your breath, not knowing what was happening to you as you felt your orgasm roll through your body.
‘That's it Love’ Tommy said satisfied as he continued to stimulate you.
You gasped as electricity shot up and down your spine while Tommy kissed you again to soften your screams.
He could hear footsteps approach and quickly withdrew his fingers.
‘Mr Shelby, is everything alright?’ one of the nuns asked loudly.
‘Yes, I am just helping with the books’ Tommy said with a grin on his face as he rearranged his pants to deal with his throbbing erection.
You were quick to button up your blouse before the nun approached.
‘I just thought I could hear a scream, that’s all’ the nun said.
‘Yes, that was me, I caught a splinter from the ladder and Mr Shelby just helped me get it out from my finger’ you said, your face still flushed and your hair messy.
‘Mr Shelby, if you do have a minute, Mr Connel would like to discuss the article in the paper for your campaign’ the nun said. ‘We thought that you had left but when I saw your car I hoped that I would find you here’ she added.
‘Of course’ Tommy said and, just like that he left.
‘It was nice to see you Y/N. Perhaps we meet again sometime soon’ he said with a grin as he followed the nun.
‘Likewise, Mr Shelby’ you responded.
You wanted to so much more but, since you almost got caught, it was probably for the better that you didn’t take this further.
You were hoping to see Tommy again but, for the next couple of weeks, he didn’t attend the orphanage.
You asked his sister Ada about him with some curiosity.
‘My brother is probably busy in Westminster. Although, who knows. I have given up on following politics. Why are you asking?’ Ada said.
‘Politics? Is Thomas a politician?’ you asked surprised and slightly concerned.
‘Yes, he is a member of parliament. Did you not know?’ Ada asked surprised.
‘I had no idea’ you said, wondering whether he knew your husband and whether you were nothing but a political stunt. Was this planned by an opponent? Did Tommy know who you were? Or was it a sheer mistake?
All these thoughts were wandering through your mind as Ada was talking to you and you didn’t listen to a single word she said.
‘Y/N? Are you alright?’ Ada asked.
‘Yes sorry, I am fine’ you said just before finishing up for the day. You had to make your way home soon before dinner.
You excused yourself and headed home. The thoughts however wouldn’t leave your head.
Your husband wasn’t home when you arrived. As usual, he was either with your sister or at the whorehouse.
You didn’t care much and enjoyed the nights on your own. You were no longer sharing a bedroom but you hated to cross his way when he was around. A black eye here and there or some bruises and scratches were the norm when he was there.
The next morning, Oswald walked through the door at around 8 o’clock, just in time for breakfast.
‘Did you buy yourself a dress for tonight?’ he asked after shouting at the maid. The coffee was too cold for his liking.
‘Oswald, please’ you said, trying to reason with him as the maid left rather upset.
‘Then you get the fucking coffee, wife!’ Oswald shouted and you got up, taking his cup and walking towards the kitchen.
‘There you go’ you said as you returned with a fresh cup from the kitchen.
‘See, that wasn’t that hard now, was it? Even my fucking wife could manage’ he said to the maid as he took a sip.
‘Now dear, did you get yourself a dress? Something outstanding for the gala?’ Oswald asked.
‘Of course. You will approve. It is very elegant and expensive’ you said.
‘Good. We need to make an impression. You will meet the new members of my party and, as you know, all politicians judge each other. There is no room for mistakes’ Oswald explained.
‘Of course, I understand. Now would you please excuse me. I will need to freshen up’ you said before Oswald waived you away
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ATEEZ Honeymoon HCs
Summary: I wrote a few thousand words on what I thought a honeymoon would be like with each member of ATEEZ. I hope you all enjoy ✨
Many many thanks to @bfyunho​ for beta-ing and generally being my favorite person 💕
Warnings: fluff and smut. 18+ ONLY!
Seonghwa
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Y’all already KNOW that a honeymoon with Seonghwa is just gonna be two weeks of him exercising his duality
Constant love-making? Absolutely. But also! Lots of interesting things to do and many opportunities to make memories
Where’s he gonna do that? A large resort suite all to yourselves in Mediterranean ItalyIt’s warm, sensual, fun, perfect--everything you ever wanted
Days spent wandering the town, swimming, finding museums and restaurants
Seonghwa insists on taking selfies at every single location--he wants to know every single one of these moments long after his memory has failed him
Sunbathing on a private sailboat on the Amalfi Coast, soaking in the vitamin D 
The ship’s captain finds a beautiful, unoccupied spot in a shallow cove, and drops anchor
He then heads into the cabin of the boat to give you and your husband some privacy
Seonghwa sits on a lounge chair behind you, rubbing sunscreen on your shoulders
He’s letting his hands move just as slowly and sensually across your skin as he wants, taking his time in listening to your breath hitch in your throat
Eventually ducking his head down to press his lips to a spot on your neck he hasn’t covered yet, while his thumbs still rub circles on your shoulders
Giving all his attention to that one area, biting lightly then sucking the skin to soothe it
You lean your head back, giving him all the access he could want, and a soft sigh escapes your parted lips
His hair tickles your shoulder, but Seonghwa doesn’t linger long before he’s turning you to face him so he can kiss you properly
He’s got the ties of your swimsuit undone in seconds, and you throw your legs over Seonghwa’s hips as soon as it’s off
You grind yourself on him, abusing his swim shorts in your pursuit of a little friction
Hwa grips you by the waist, firmly but not enough to hurt. Just enough to get you close--enough to help you rise and fall on him
Something occurs to you, and you break the kiss to breathlessly murmur in his ear
“You need sunscreen, too. You’re gonna burn.”
Hwa chuckles, dangerously low, flashing his teeth as he reaches down with one hand and picks up the bottle he’d set on the deck
“My wife is so considerate,” he coos, handing it to you
You take it, rolling your eyes. But Seonghwa’s arms tighten around you once more, and you’re brought close to the tent in his shorts again
“Will you put some on me too, then?” He looks up at you with puppy dog eyes that are completely betrayed by his pupils, blown wide
You squeeze some of the lotion into your hands and let the bottle fall down as you spread it over his shoulders
You’re consumed by his kiss again, gripping his shoulders, arms, neck, wherever you can reach
His skin rubs slick against yours because of the sunscreen, and all you can taste is the salt on Seonghwa’s lips as he does away with his shorts and finally pushes into you
It doesn’t take more than ten minutes of soft moans, grinding, and his mouth against your neck for you to come, head thrown back and facing the sun
Your husband isn’t long after, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder as he loses himself in you
When you’ve come down from your high, Seonghwa stands slowly and pulls you with him
“Let’s go swimming.”
You spend the rest of the afternoon wading in the shallow waters of the cove, soaking in the sun and kicking up the white sand with your toes
When the sun starts to slide down the sky, setting everything aglow with orange and gold, Seonghwa stands behind you and holds his lips to the back of your head
His arms are around you, and your joined form sways gently with the waves until the sun falls away completely
When you get back to the resort, you both shower off and Seonghwa presents you with a beautiful dress to wear to dinner
He wines and dines you every single night, even making an effort to learn some Italian to more easily place your orders and interact with locals
And each night, he lifts his glass and toasts, “To you, Mrs. Park.”
Hongjoong
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It took exactly zero convincing for you to get Hongjoong to agree to Paris
He loved the idea right away, because it’s a city known for its art and fashion
You reserve a penthouse room in the heart of Paris, with floor to ceiling windows and sheer white curtains
The two of you arrive in Paris decked out in the most impeccable airport fashion, ready to paint the city red
Unfortunately, the jet lag hits you both a little harder than expected
So you spend the rest of the first day sleeping and eating in bed, to the backdrop of sultry French soul music playing over the radio
The next morning, you wake up just as the sun is beginning to peek over the rooftops
It sends gold rays through the blue light of the morning
You slept with the windows cracked, and the soft breeze blows through the curtains
He’s sleeping next to you, and you curl up against him, perfectly content to get a few more minutes of sleep
His t-shirt smells like him--like home-- and you smile to yourself
But something less wholesome is going on his head
Hongjoong’s eyebrows tilt and his lips part as he whimpers in his sleep
It’s an expression you recognize, although he’s only ever made it while he’s very much awake
Usually as you take him, nails grazing down his stomach, watching his head fall back against the pillows
You have to wonder if that’s what he’s dreaming about, but you’re not about to sit by and let the dream version of you have all the fun
Throwing a leg over his hips, you rest your hands on Joong’s chest and slowly kiss his neck
He moans softly, eyes opening as he wakes
His hands find your hips, pulling you against the growing hardness in his sweatpants, and there’s a sheepish smirk on his face
“Sounded like a good dream,” you whisper against his lips
Hongjoong smiles in the dim light, his eyes flicking to your mouth
“It was,” he replies
His hand is creeping up your back, fingers purposely snagging on your t-shirt
“But nothing compared to this, and nothing compared to you,” he says, and kisses you firmly
You’re not usually one for morning sex, but this lazy love is exquisite in its own way
It’s all slow touches and kisses that are soft but not lacking in passion
Hongjoong shifts to be on top of you and your noses bump, causing both of you to giggle a bit
Joong hides his face in your neck, but takes the opportunity to place a few kisses there
The pair of you take your time in climbing the mountain, but you reach the peak at the same time, hands clasped and legs tangled
You tilt your head a little to watch his face as he comes because the sight of him, and the sounds he’s making, are nothing short of gorgeous
Following an equally slow comedown, you shower off together and clamber back into bed for another couple hours of sleep
When you’re both a bit more rested, you set out on foot to explore the city
Munching on croissants with Hongjoong at an outdoor cafe, and sipping espressos before setting off again
You stop at a small flower stand, and Joong buys you a handful of roses
As you walk on, he has his hands in his pockets, and you loop your arm through his
The content smile playing on his lips gives you a high, and you bask in the moment
The following day, you drive to the Musee du Louvre, and stay until closing time
Joong looks at the art, and you look at him, admiring your own masterpiece
You’re thankful you ended up here because it gives you a perfect, constant view of his profile, from his starry eyes to the tip of his nose to his lovely mouth
He catches you staring at him, and blushes while trying to suppress a smile
You do another day trip to the palace and gardens at Versailles, holding hands as you stroll through the ornate, golden halls and endless paths adorned by flowers
And, of course, it’s not a trip to Paris, or a trip with Hongjoong, if there isn’t shopping for clothes at some point
You pick outfits out for each other in the city’s best boutiques de vetements, from sleek luxury retailers to some of the more underrated shops in the art district
The two of you end up having to buy another suitcase for all the clothes you bring back, but this turn of events is shocking to no one
It’s the most fun you could have on a vacation, and your only consolation for having to go home at the end of the week is getting to start the best adventure of all
Being married to your best friend
Yunho
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You’ve always wanted to visit Austria
What better occasion than your honeymoon to spend a week in Salzburg?
It’s all wonderful-- the music, scenery, history, and dancing!
It’s a series of beautiful moments from the very start of your trip
You and Yunho watch Harry Potter together on the plane there, sharing earbuds and mouthing the spells together
At one point, Yunho moves the armrest so the two of you can comfortably hold hands
You doze off together, heads resting against each other, and are only awoken by the captain announcing that you’ve landed
You were worried about jet lag, but your Energizer bunny husband has an abundance of contagious excitement
You drop your bags at the hotel, change clothes, and immediately set off on your first adventure
It’s a sunny, breezy day and the sweet aroma of flowers on balconies is everywhere
You’re strolling hand in hand down a cobblestone road in the historic district of the town when you and Yunho hear the music at the same time
You’re drawn like magnets to the sound of a small band playing on the sidewalk
Yunho pulls you in for a dance, just like you knew he would, one grasping yours and the other pulling you close by the waist
As he swings you in circles, you think to yourself, this is why you married him
His carefree nature, spontaneity, and the joy his spirit radiates
And the laughter in your ears that’s just as much music as the instruments being played on the corner of the street
Though you don’t know the steps, and you’re pretty sure Yunho is making them up on the spot, you never once stumble over each other
He ends the dance by twirling you around, tickled pink at how much fun you’re both having
Next, you find a little outdoor cafe, and insist on feeding him yourself
Yunho is blushing and acting like he thinks it’s ridiculous, but when you finally give up, he picks up the fork and hands it back to you with a sheepish smile
You giggle and scoop up a piece of the chocolate cake you’re sharing, watching his cheeks turn pink as he accepts it
By the time the cake is finished, you’ve got a bit of chocolate icing on the corner of your mouth
Instead of just pointing it out to you, Yunho becomes Yunhoe
There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes as he reaches across the little table and swipes his thumb across your lip
You thought he was just being cute, until he brings his hand back to his mouth and sucks the icing off his thumb
As you watch with a smirk, Yunho gives you a look that makes it clear he’s doing the math in his head of how quickly you can get back to the hotel room
He throws a handful of Euros on the table (more than the bill would’ve been) and grabs your hand
Twenty minutes later, you stumble backwards out of the elevator, arms thrown around Yunho’s shoulders
His mouth is hot over yours, and you have to laugh at yourself for not even making it one day before jumping each other
But hey-- what are honeymoons for, right?
He breaks your kiss only to swipe the key card at the room door, but his lips are right back on yours as soon as he can
Yunho picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, and blindly pushes the door open behind you
You’re not sure whose idea it was, or if either of you even thought about it, but you end up bent over the balcony railing, your lower half shielded from pedestrians below only by flower boxes
Yunho’s got one hand around your waist, and the other hand braced on the railing
He’s groaning softly between kisses against the side of your neck, thrusting into you from behind
At one point his hand drifts from your waist to press into your clit, causing your head to fall back against his shoulder
Yunho puts a hand over your mouth to stifle the moans that you can’t keep in
You come shortly after with a muffled cry into his palm, and Yunho bites into your shoulder as gently as he can to muffle his own noise when he comes a moment later
You take a few moments to come down before Yunho walks you inside to clean off
You collapse onto the bed together for a much-needed nap, dozing off peacefully in your favorite place in the world-- your husband’s arms
Yeosang
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You had to reason with Yeosang just a little to get him to agree to go to Greece for your honeymoon
But once he realized why you picked it out of all places, he came around
It offers food, sunshine, fresh air, and many adventures in a place made for exploring
Getting excited on the plane ride in, giggling with each other and looking out the window at the islands like a couple of excited kids
You go searching for the best views in Santorini, climbing through the endless maze of steps between white and blue buildings
So many selfies--Yeosang smiling shyly with his cheek pressed to the side of your head
After a while, he really starts to relax and have fun, and his smiles in your pictures get wider and wider
One day is devoted entirely to walking through the market in town, buying random food items just because they smell good and holding them out for the other to try
At one point Yeosang slips away while you’re not paying attention
Trying not to panic, you look around, feeling like a child who’s lost their mom at a supermarket
Just as you’re starting to lose your breath, Yeosang catches you by the waist
You knew it was him just by his touch, but you still look to his face for the reassurance that he’s there
There’s a glint in his eye that implies he’s amused by your concern at losing him, but he tells you it’s okay, and shows you where he went:
A bright bouquet of flowers no doubt native to the island is bursting from his hands in marvelous yellows, pinks, and whites
You recognize Asphodels, but the rest are beautiful, nameless mysteries
They almost get crushed between your bodies as you throw your arms around Sangie and kiss him in full public view
No one seems to mind it though-- it appears as though love is in the air on this day, carried by the light sea breeze and lit by the sun
Yeosang smiles into the kiss before reminding you to be careful of your flowers
You take them from him with a grin, but when you’re on your way home, the smile turns into a pout
“Sang?” “Yeah?” “My feet hurt.”
Yeosang fakes a dramatic sigh, but it’s not another second before he’s crouching in front of you, holding his arms out behind him
You gleefully climb on, and Yeosang carries you the rest of the short walk to your AirBnB
He’ll never say it out loud, but his favorite thing in the world is feeling your arms around his shoulders
Just like on your wedding day, just like now, just like he wants every day for the rest of his life
Another day, the two of you are hiking through some of the more rural parts of Santorini, and happen upon a beautiful wild olive grove near a cliff face
You come back the next morning with a blanket and some snacks, and spend the entire day in the shade
Admiring him as you sit by the seaside, because he looks so stunning among the greens and blues and yellows
Again--SO. MANY. SELFIES
It’s not your fault he looks that good
Maybe he looks a little too good
Maybe you make a mess of your picnic blanket after grabbing your husband and pulling him on top of you
Once Yeosang looks around and ascertains that there’s absolutely no one around, he’s all game
His hands are bunching the skirt up around your hips, his mouth greedy and searching your neck for any spot that’ll make you whimper when he sucks into it
Your spot in paradise turns into rapture as his fingers meet your core, massaging you until you start to dig your nails into his shoulder
You’ve got one hand on his bicep and the other in his hair when he takes you in one smooth motion, finding his rhythm like he never dropped it in the first place
You come apart beneath him, and beneath the softly rustling leaves of the olive trees
The two of you fall asleep shortly after, completely relaxed in each other’s arms
Holding hands on your walks through the town at night, underneath the twinkle lights
You’ve married your best friend, and this is the best beginning to your lives together that you could ever imagine
Happiness settles around you like a light blanket, and you hope it stays forever
San
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Don’t ask me why, but a glass igloo hotel in Iceland seems perfect
It’s cozy but not too small, and it’s the picture of quiet luxury
The glass walls and ceiling give you a beautiful view of the wide Icelandic sky, which is clear as crystal after a fresh snowfall
There’s a fireplace against one wall, with a fuzzy rug in front of it and many, many pillows
You spend the first evening snuggled up there with San, sipping hot chocolate and talking about every random thing you can think of
He keeps finding reasons to say “my wife”, getting all giggly every time he does
After you fall asleep, another storm rolls through, dropping an extra foot of powdery snow all around you
You and San are oblivious, however, because you’re both fast asleep under several layers of blankets
Safe and warm in your little nest, you nuzzle your face into San’s neck, and he tightens his arms around you in his sleep
Because being with you, and keeping you close, comes as naturally to him as breathing
When you wake up, you see the wonderland outside and it’s not even a discussion-- you and Sannie are outside as fast as you can put on your clothes
You play in the snow together, and his adorable laugh echoes around you every time he beans you with a snowball
Chasing each other around like little kids, giggling and kicking up the snow
San catches you by the waist and spins you around, making sure to never drop you
You wrestle around a bit but eventually end up making snow angels together
When you stand up to admire your outlines in the snow, San pulls you close and presses his face into your hair
Putting an arm around his waist, you brush some of the snow off his jacket
He catches your hand, and holds it to his chest, where you can feel his heart pounding
“Never forget that this beats for you, okay?”
You almost cry, but opt to pull San to you and press kisses all over his face instead
He just giggles and accepts every single peck on his quickly-heating cheeks
Later that day, you make your way to the hot springs nearby, running as fast as you can to the water’s edge after dropping your coats
It’s a rush to the senses, slipping into the hot spring and away from the frigid air
San is behind you, gripping your hand tightly
You find a ledge that’s been carved into the rock underwater, and make yourselves comfortable on it
San leans back, eyes closed, and you can see the puffs of his breath coming slower and slower as he fully relaxes
You lean back against his arm, enjoying the feeling of his skin and the soft water pooling around you
You end up throwing your legs over his thighs and curling into his side
His arm goes around your shoulders, and you feel every bit of worry leave your body
You’re heavy with relaxation, but you feel lighter than ever
That evening, you’re watching a movie and sipping spiked hot chocolate when a flash of green lights up the igloo
Gasping, you stand up to stare skywards, mouth open
San turns off the movie and moves next to you, taking your hand and squeezing it lightly
You watch the Northern Lights in silence as they ripple across the sky in vivid purples, blues, and greens
A few minutes into the show, you glance over at San to see his eyes glittering with all the colors
He looks so beautiful, holding entire galaxies, and he doesn’t even realize it
When the lights begin to fade down, you reach over and pull San to you
He knew what you wanted from the first millisecond of touch
He responds in kind, tugging you as close to him as he can and making quick work of both your shirts
Chests pressed together and breathing ragged, you let yourselves fall back onto the rug
Arms and legs tangle as you make love beneath the glass ceiling, and the auroras begin to flicker again, making everything that much more beautiful
Falling asleep in each others’ arms, not only for the warmth, but because you love him more than anything in the world
Mingi
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Madagascar!
It’s a lesser known honeymoon destination, with fewer people than some of the more popular spots in Europe or the Caribbean
You have your own bungalow on the beach, with room service twice a day and spa services as well
Getting massages and face masks with Mingi? Yes. Doing so in matching fluffy white robes? Double yes.
Going on a safari adventure to see the lemurs!
You and Mingi pile into the backseat of an open-air Jeep and a driver takes you around one of the wildlife refuges
You two have the time of your lives looking at all the animals, grabbing each other and pointing when you see a new one
He’s smiling so big the entire time, and his happiness is contagious
You both sleep in late every day just because you can--no alarms, just birds twittering and sunlight filtering through the blinds
Waking up in each other’s arms, nestled under a layer of soft blankets
All you have to do is open your eyes, and Mingi is right there, sleeping soundly with the corners of his mouth turned up
His hair is tousled and he looks so peaceful
That is, until you try to get up to make breakfast, and he refuses to let you get out of bed
He doesn’t even wake up; just throws one arm around you and hugs you tight, humming in his sleep with a little pout on his lips
You can’t help but smile, and relent to his cute charm
An hour or so later, when both of you wake up, Mingi kisses you all over your face
It’s the best way to say “good morning” in his opinion, and you’re pretty sure he’s right
Another day, you do a guided hike through Amber Mountain National Park
There are even more lemurs, and many other animals
The air is so clean you can’t even believe it, and peace seeps into you with each step further into the lush, green wilderness
You stop to swim in an emerald pool at the foot of a small waterfall, and your guide steps away to give you a moment of privacy
You get close to Mingi, resting your hands on his shoulders and pressing your forehead to his
The water flows softly around you, but Mingi is your rock--steadfast and comfortable to you always
He kisses you sweetly, and you feel any tension he might have had leaving his body with each deep inhale
Your favorite moment from the trip, however, has to be your journey to the Avenue of the Baobabs
The Baobab trees have long been a legendary symbol of the African wilds, but seeing them up close in reality is its own level of breathtaking
Nothing could have prepared you for just how massive the Baobabs are, towering above the horizon as you approach in your tour Jeep
You’re dropped off at the beginning of the path that winds through hundreds of the giant trees, and told to meet back there in a couple of hours
Mingi pulls you down the trail excitedly, telling you that if he had to be a tree, he would be one of these
You snap your favorite photo ever that afternoon
It’s a picture of Mingi, grinning widely, hugging a Baobab (or trying to, since that particular tree had a diameter of about fifteen feet)
He looks so happy, almost childlike, and the joy just radiates off of him
That picture gets framed the second you return from your trip, and it’s also the lockscreen on your phone
Although your days are spent visiting every destination on the island, your evenings are a much-needed quiet time to recharge
You and Mingi snuggle up for a movie some nights, and other nights you drink on the porch and listen to the sounds of the jungle
Sometimes you get distracted from the movie or the scenery, and kiss Mingi a whole bunch instead
He’s more than willing to pull you close, and even carry you off, when you whisper something sinful in his ear
But no matter what you get up to, his love and sweetness are in every touch
Whether you’re out and about, or enjoying a quiet moment to yourselves, his arm is around you always, and you never have to ask twice for extra kisses
Wooyoung
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A beach resort in Turks and Caicos seems like the perfect place to go with Wooyoung
Hear me out-- it’s got music and tourists that are just as loud as he is
Crystal clear, bright blue waters greet you as the two of you hitch a ride from the airport
All the windows in the cab are down, because it’s sunny and just the right kind of warm
Salty sea air fills your lungs and the wind breezes through your hair
You’re given complementary rum punch when you check in, and it’s the perfect start to your trip
You and Wooyoung drop your bags off at the room and immediately change into your swimsuits
The resort backs right up to the beach, so you run out in your sandals, hand in hand as you make a beeline toward the water
The sand is hot beneath your feet, but you don’t even notice because you’re so excited and the water! is so! blue!
You crash into the surf seconds later, the warm water swirling around your legs
You wade through the water until you’re chest deep, then kick up your feet and float on your back
There are no breakers, nor boats allowed, in the calm waters of the bay, so you float in the soft blue for a little bit, content to just let the tide wash you back to shore in whatever timeline it sees fit
You reach out at the line between sea and sky, meeting the skin of Wooyoung’s arm
He’s still standing, staring in wonder at the paradise around you, but he takes your hand without thinking
He’s your anchor, letting you float without drifting away
You spend the next several hours going back and forth between the sea and the sand, finding beach chairs to lounge on while you lay in the sun
As the sun starts to fall in the sky, you decide to head back to the room to shower off and get dressed for a fancy dinner
You’re minding your business, rinsing the shampoo out of your hair, when the bathroom door opens and Wooyoung pokes his face inside
“Mind if I join you?”
“Not at all. It’ll save water,” you respond, smiling
Woo sheds his swimshorts and joins you, slipping in as fast as he can to keep the steam inside the glass door of the shower
You massage shampoo into his hair, enjoying his little hums of appreciation
He rinses it out while you wash your body, and you stand behind him as he washes off too
His back is to you and you openly stare at the water running down his back
You feel heavy, relaxed, from spending all day in the sun, but there’s one thing that could make this afternoon even better
Once all the soap is off of him, you step forward and kiss the spot between his shoulder blades
Never a stranger to your unspoken wishes, Wooyoung leans his head back as you kiss your way up to his shoulder
When you can’t reach any more, he turns and kisses you, hard
He’s got one hand snaked around your waist and the other holding your face to his
Your arms are around his shoulders in a heartbeat, and he backs you against the tile
It’s cold, but the warm water is still running between your bodies, giving you shivers
Wooyoung breaks the kiss only to kneel in front of you, throwing your leg over his shoulder
He brings you to the edge with his mouth, then stands again, keeping your leg hitched over his hip
When he fucks you, you’re worried that people are going to see the scratches on his shoulders the next day at the beach
But eventually, you can’t be bothered to think about it, and you lose yourself in his touch instead
You come apart shortly after, chests heaving and skin pressed to wet skin
A little while later, you’re toasting one another over dinner
The restaurant offers many amazing local delicacies, and Wooyoung insists on hand-feeding you at least half of them throughout your trip
There’s live music every night at the resort’s restaurant & bar, and Wooyoung doesn’t think twice about pulling you with him to the dancefloor
You’re not overly confident in your dancing skills, but Woo pulls you close and shows you some simple steps as other couples join around you
After a couple of songs, you’re able to get into the groove of the funky music that the island loves so much
Wooyoung’s smile is all you need to know you’re moving the right way, and you dance to a few more songs before going back to the bar counter for more fruity drinks
The two of you continue to get tipsy, then walk to the beach and make out in the sand like a couple of teenagers
You’re both giggling between kisses, digging your toes into the sand, and existing purely in the moment
Everything is sweet, from the taste of pineapple on his tongue to the heady aroma of plumeria blooms in the trees
Every day is a beach day in this place. You’ve never had this much fun, splashing and playing in the water, laughing nonstop
One afternoon, Wooyoung is passed out on a beach chair under an umbrella, lulled to sleep by the day’s warmth and the sounds of the ocean
After taking a picture of him to giggle at later, you get an idea
The air is fragrant with the sweet smell of the thousands of flowering bushes that are planted throughout the resort’s grounds
Nobody would miss a few of those flowers, would they? If you were to, say, pluck some and decorate your husband with them?
You slip away from the chairs and your sleeping Woo to gather a few blooms from the nearest row of landscaping, returning with sweet-smelling handfuls of them
You giggle to yourself, putting the flowers all around Wooyoung’s head like a little halo of yellows, whites, and pinks
He doesn’t even notice them until he wakes up, gets back in the water, and sees a bunch of petals in the surf around him
You laugh and take photos of all of it
Being on a catamaran at sunset, sitting side by side with your head on his shoulder
The sky is painted in vivid oranges and reds, and Woo’s hand rests on your thigh, his breathing slow and even next to you
The wind is a bit cool on your wet skin, but the sun still delivers warmth, and you inhale the smell of saltwater on Wooyoung’s skin
He turns his face slightly to kiss the top of your head, and you smile knowing that his love for you comes without him even having to think about it
As the boat smoothly cuts through the water, you feel completely at peace
You’re exactly where you’re meant to be, and it’s hard to think about your life turning out any other way than this moment, with this man
Jongho
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Buenos Aires, Argentina
Incredible local food, soccer matches, constant music, breathtaking city scenery--it’s a neotropical dream
First of all, Jongho is amazing to travel with
Being the eldest of his family, he’s well-prepared with a bag full of snacks, meds, toiletries, headphones, and neck pillows for both of you
He looks so cute on the flight, snuggled up in his complimentary blanket and neck pillow
He’s pouting in his sleep and you take several photos just because
When you get to the hotel room, he bravely offers to carry your luggage up the stairs for you
But he makes you wait at the bottom of the stairs so that he can come back and scoop you into his arms
Because he insists on carrying you bridal-style at every opportunity, starting with your arrival to the room
It’s a suite on the second floor, with its own balcony overlooking the main walkway below
You can look out over shops and restaurants and bars, all the nightlife in one place
You change out of your airport clothes, then venture out to grab some drinks and go shopping-- the boys had bullied Jongho into promising that he’d bring back gifts
The two of you are buzzing by the time night falls, but your feet are sore from walking and you’re exhausted from the flight
So you grab some food to-go from one of the restaurants and take it back to the room
You chow through dinner with the balcony doors open, allowing the music and chatter of the streets to carry in on the soft, warm breeze
Going into food comas immediately after eating, you and Jongho pass out on top of the covers, facing each other with hands clasped in the middle
You wake up to brilliant sunlight and Jongho’s arm thrown over you
He’s your life-size teddy bear, and you snuggle closer to him for warmth and comfort
When you both get up and around, you surprise Jongho with tickets to this year’s Superclasico-- only the biggest soccer match in Buenos Aires!
Jongho tries to play it cool, but you can tell he’s absolutely giddy at getting to attend a sports game while he’s here
He loves soccer, after all, and he can’t stop smiling the entire way to the stadium
He practically drags you by the hand to your seats, which are so close to the field that you can hear the footballers yelling to each other
Jongho doesn’t sit down a single time during the game, shouting excitedly in Korean even though he doesn’t know anything about these teams or who to root for
He’s just glad to be there, and it’s an absolutely fantastic match
On your short walk home, he’s got so much energy from being amped up by the game that he stops you on the sidewalk and tells you to get on his back
You blush profusely, but who are you to say no? Besides, you love seeing him be this carefree
The two of you stick out like a sore thumb in the streets of Argentina since you’re giggling like crazy and he’s singing to you in a language that definitely isn’t local
You indulge in some amazing street food before going back to the hotel and getting ready for the evening
He got tickets to a theater show, and it gives you an opportunity to get all dressed up
Your husband looks so handsome in his casual suit, and when you walk out in your dress, he’s holding roses
The show is wonderful, and you’re both part of the standing ovation it receives
You throw off your shoes when you get home, but there’s so much excitement outside that the night is hardly over
Standing on your balcony, listening to singing in the streets and bars below, with Jongho’s arms around you from behind
This man clearly did his research before coming here, because he actually knows some of the songs in Spanish and you bet your ass he serenades you as musicians pass by below
There are fireworks some nights for no apparent reason other than that the city exists to be a technicolor celebration of life
There is no better place to start this marriage, and no better person to be married to
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serodev · 3 years ago
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Hey !
Congratulations for your number of followers ! 🥳
If it's okay I would like to participate to the macth up event please ☺️
My name is Nina (She/ heterosexual ) . I'm in my mid 20's. I'm French. I'm petite (same height as Shinobu 🙃). I like to dress in a style I feel elegant (for me 😂) and confortable.
I love to travel (physically: trip or mentaly: books).
I love to read (Fantasy, Historic, Horror, Romance) , listen to music (lofi hip hop 😱💕 some aesthetic playlist, rock, pop etc, depends on the mood).
I'm passionnate about History and the beliefs in different cultures across the globe.
I have a close group of friends I know since I'm 3 years old and I love them.
I like people but I don't like to spend too much time with them. It's drained me, I'm quite introverted. My friends says I can be perceived as cold or even wild / savage for people who don't know me.
I'm someone who like to protect other and help them but I can be awkward because I don't always know how to do it.
I can't bear cruel, injust, malevolent people especially toward vulnerable people like children.
I beleive that as an adult it is my duty to help the vulnerable. This is what I try to do in my work, I feel useful like this.
Et voilà 😁 I hope I didn't bother you and again bravo for your number of followers !
Have a nice day,
Bye 🤗
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Note(s): Awww... You sound so cute, and I appreciate the fact that you want to help others! And thank you so much~ I'm still really impressed at the number as well. You're really lucky that I managed to see this message because I almost posted this before seeing it!
I match you up with…
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Obanai Iguro!
» Everything about you, from your aesthetic to your passions, screams that Obanai would be the best partner for you, and one of the reasons for this is that he'd love to dress elegantly with you.
» Your possibly cold facade doesn't scare Obanai away at all, and instead, he kind of likes it because he can be seen as cold as well, so it's a struggle you two can share together!
» In the end, he appreciated how hard you're working to be the best person as possible by helping the vulnerable, and it's something he loves about you!
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And Douma!
» I'm more than sure that Douma would love to have a girl like you in his life because there's something about him that just tells me that he'd love the way you dress up and everything.
» One of his favorite parts about you is definitely that, plus the fact that you like to listen to lofi hip hop! He also has a soft spot for the way you act because he finds it cute.
» Douma might tease you a bit, but that's just part of his personality, so he can't help it too much. He wants to see how you might react to some things because it helps him learn more about you as well.
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whatgaviiformes · 3 years ago
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Fic: Fixated
A/N: I can’t explain how I am feeling, so I am going to let fic do it instead. This is entirely written without edits, without a read through.  Overworked!Scott
Edit: Okay I did a read through. Remaining mistakes are mine
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Virgil is the first to notice. Maybe because he’s Virgil, and possibly because he’s the only one who can call Scott his immediate older brother, so there’s something in their closeness in age, having navigated childhood together almost as equals, that sets his Scott-sense apart from that of his younger siblings.
When Scott was thirteen and Virgil was eleven, Scott was in the eighth grade and had to write a research report on the Wright Brothers, the pioneers of modern aviation. And that was all well and good, because Scott was going to start training for his pilot’s license right when he turned sixteen. The report became not just a chronicle of the historical figures’ lives, but also of flight, of the first airplane itself and the prototypes before it, of physics, and aerodynamics. He researched in a way he never had before because it was a subject he was passionate about.
He obsessed.
Like John but different.
John absorbed the search for knowledge into the fiber of his being, his fingertips always itching to take a deeper dive through archives when he heard a word he didn’t know or a concept he couldn’t explain fully. Research was as much a part of John as music was for Virgil, or swimming was for Gordon. It was a companion he could always revisit later, and so like all of them with hobbies that mattered, John knew how to catalog  and save for a better time, and turn the itch aside when he needed to. He knew when to stop.
Scott didn’t. Scott defined the turn of phrase “down the rabbit hole.” Alice caught and enraptured by the not yet known or understood.
When he cared, he obsessed.  
That project got finished with an A+, but resulted in anxious shaking that didn’t alleviate until a few days after the grades came back. Scott had lost weight, skipped his extra curriculars, and Virgil hadn’t seen him for two whole weeks while he worked. The younger ones likely didn’t remember.
But Virgil did. And he knew the signs. Forgetting to eat, falling asleep at his computer or on his books, waking up earlier than normal to get a head start to whatever imaginary goals he created for himself that day.
So, the day Virgil notices, it’s because Scott missed lunch. Grandma had made hot wings, which was one of his favorites, so the smell of char in the air would’ve been enough to set his stomach rumbling. With Scott absent when he definitely shouldn’t be, Virgil decides to make him a plate, six hot wings with ranch on the side, and some celery.
He finds Scott at their father’s his work desk, his fingers flying over the keyboard, intently scanning the files behind the screen.
“Hey, I brought you lunch.”
No answer.
Virgil steps closer to the desk, sure that once Scott catches him in his periphery, he’d acknowledge his presence. But Scott doesn’t appear to have a periphery when he’s focused like that.
“Scott?” There’s a little room on the desk, so he nudges a few papers to the side and slides the plate down. “Scooter?” He looks tense. He can see knots forming, so he drops a hand on Scott’s shoulder, and –
“FU—”
Scott nearly jumps out of his skin, his hands fly up, catching the side of the plate which clatters, sending ranch and hot sauce all over the floor. Even MAX scurries away with a low beep at the sudden sound, and Virgil flinched in a sudden panic when the dish slipped through his fingers.
“Sorry, sorry! I just meant to help.” Virgil is already kneeling on the floor, trying to pick up what he can with his hands, knowing he needs a wet rag. Maybe a mop.
The little cup that held the ranch slid a ways. Gross.
“Ah. Thanks, Virg,” Scott says. And he means it, Virgil knows that. But he can also see the gears in Scott’s head still working, still thinking about whatever he had been focused on, not quite fully present. “Umm. Do you have this? I’m under a deadline.” He looks at his watch. “Ugh. A rough one. I’d help if I could.”
“No, I got this! Sorry, Scott.” He picks up the dirty hot wings, placing them on a plate for their compost pile. “Is there anything else I can get you instead? These were the last of them.”
But Scott doesn’t answer. He’s already back to his computer.
~*~
Gordon is next.
He may not have the same Scott-sense as Virgil, may not have picked up on it as quickly, but he and Scott both share early morning routines, meeting in the kitchen at 5:00, Scott dressed in a tank and his running shorts, Gordon in his swimsuit, a towel around his shoulders. Coffee is too heavy to start the day, but Scott usually would begin the brew for when they returned (and in case Virgil woke up) while Gordon filled their respective water bottles. Whoever finished first chose the energy boost of choice – sometimes just a snack bar, sometimes a shake. On weekends, it might be oatmeal or toast.
Out by the pool by 5:15. Stretching was important.
Scott began his run. Gordon began his laps. They went about their day. Rinse, repeat.
Occasionally a rescue might come in and affect their sleep cycle just a bit, but Scott and Gordon were both military. If they weren’t rising before the sun, it was too late and they lost half their day already.
So Gordon is next, because Scott doesn’t meet him in the kitchen. He’s not sure he knows how to make smoothies for one – hasn’t in a long time – so he proportions his ingredients for two, fills a second cup for Scott when he wakes, and sticks it in the refrigerator so it will stay cold.
He pushes himself during his exercise. He was long past chasing times, but he still raced himself. Seconds could save a life, and so he exercised for speed, for longevity sometimes. For survival.
It’s a longevity day, so he’s abandons speed for energy conservation, which makes it a long morning.
His muscles are tired and sore when he returns to the kitchen and opens the fridge for a drink to boost his electrolytes. He is not in the mood for coffee today, but sees the pot is half full, so someone is up. But it’s not Scott.
Because the smoothie is still in the fridge, untouched.
He tells himself he needs to check in on Scott once he finishes his research down at the dock today. He’s been tracking a pod of dolphins near Mateo and has been needing to collect the latest data captured by his little research vessel.
He’ll catch him later. Figure out what’s going on.
~*~
Then it’s Alan.
Alan admires Scott, has been practically raised by him since Dad disappeared. Scott is everything Alan wants to be… just the John version of him. Take Scott’s courage and bravery, John’s love of space, you get Alan. Eyes on the horizon, but looking beyond it into stratosphere, exosphere, the space between stars itself.
He’s a hell of a pilot. He knows that. He wouldn’t be the pilot of Thunderbird Three otherwise. But a part of him will always seek the approval of his older siblings. He wants to make Scott proud.
Scott hasn’t had the time for him lately. He’s been working on… oh he doesn’t know. They don’t tell him. Something for Tracy Industries.
His final quarter grades have come out, and he aced all his classes.  It had been a hard semester and juggling his courses between rescues had been tough. He’d needed to call on his brothers’ expertise a few times.
He knows Scott has his file somewhere in his email, but he likely hasn’t gotten to it yet because he hasn’t said anything to him. It’s been a few days. So Alan pulls up his grades on his datapad and strolls past the center of the lounge over to Scott.
The first time he says Scott’s name, he doesn’t answer.
Nor the second.
The thirdfourthfifth time, because that’s how he called for him, the name running together like that, Scott irritably gives him a low grumble of “What do you want, Alan?” He doesn’t glance up, and the smile falters from Alan’s face.
“Oh, I, uh—” This was silly. It’s not important, really. Scott will get to it eventually.  “My grades came through. When you get a chance.”
He grumbles in response. “I’ll look later,” he says. “I need to…”
But he trails off, back to his computer, and Alan still doesn’t know what project stole his brother away.
~*~
John’s the last.
He’s called to check in. He’s definitely connected, but....
Scott is slumped at his desk, and John’s calls are not working.
“Scott!”
No answer. The figure at the desk doesn’t budge. So John opens a channel to the rest of his brothers, his feet already sending him toward the space elevator as he calls out. “I can’t wake Scott!”
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cosplayinamerica · 4 years ago
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Tiana from The Princess and the Frog : dressesandcapes // photo: itsjustnovice
I'm sure everyone has heard or seen the "Historically Accurate Disney Princess" series by Claire "Shoom' lah" Hummel? Well, I stumbled upon her art a long time ago and then rediscovered it again recently and saw her version of Tiana and immediately fell in love. I have seen other people do her other princesses, but I had never seen anyone do her version of Tiana before and knew that I wanted to bring this art to life. Plus, I love doing "extra" or different versions of classic characters. If you ask any of my friends about me, they will tell you that the bigger or more "extra" the costume, the better! And that was Tiana's 1920s outfit for me!
I was pleasantly surprised about how many people recognized who I was! I thought it would be too different from Tiana’s typical outfit to be recognizable. But I even had a little girl run up to me and get my attention. But once she had my attention, she didn’t know what to do! She was so shy that she didn’t know how to interact with me. So I started singing “When I’m Human” and she started to smile but was still so shy. Her mom took a picture of us, and she waved a small goodbye. I love these small moments at cons. Whenever I dress up as a Disney character, I feel like I become that character a little bit so that I can keep their fantasy alive whenever I see a child.
I also received a great reaction from the POC cosplay community. Everyone was so kind and loved asking me about my cosplay. It was such a welcoming environment. The POC cosplay community is so supportive and I wish they would get more recognition in the bigger cosplay community. I feel that a lot of POC cosplayers are not really recognized because they don’t look exactly like the characters they cosplay (which is a bigger issue on media lacking representation) but I would love for them to receive more support. :)
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The costume was put together with a lot of research. When I first saw it I asked my other cosplayer friends how they thought I should construct it. After talking to one of my friends who does historically accurate costumes, we thought that the best way to move forward was to do a robe de style type of dress that was popular in the early 1920s. Robe de style dresses are not like the typical flapper dress where it was a column, rather it was a drop waist dress with panniers for hip volume and skirts that fell well below the knees. But after doing some more research I realized that the art did not really match the structure of the classic robe de style, so I decided to draft my own pattern.
The skirt looks deceptively simple but actually has about 10 yds of tulle and chiffon other fabric for volume and ultimate twirl effect, as well as 5 yds of the decorative beaded fabric gathered for a voluminous and effortless look. It was quite the challenge assembling this all onto a drop waist skirt, but I did it!
The top…the top was a pain. In hindsight, I realize I chose the wrong type of fabric for what I was trying to achieve. Draping this fabric to get the lovely pleats shown in the picture was painful. I spent hours at my dress form hand sewing and hand tacking the pleats. However, the fabric does not really hold pleats as well as I like so I actually plan to remake the top for future shoots.
My favorite part of this cosplay is probably one of the smallest pieces, the hat. I love making hats and working on wigs so this cosplay was super fun. The hat is made out of buckram that is shaped with steam and wire to keep its shape. The hair is based on the finger wave style that was popular in the 1920s, but I kept my hair a bit longer as Tiana is always shown as having slightly longer hair than what was popular then.
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Oh boy! Cosplay has become a big part of my life! I have met so many friends through the cosplay community and have found a hobby that I’m incredibly passionate about. My cosplay friends are the people I am able to really nerd out with and hang around with at cons (as well as outside of cons)! I now can walk into a con and know that there is at least one person I know and have a blast. Even if we just end up sitting in a corner we have a great time!
Some of my cosplay friends are also the ones who encourage me to continually work on improving my skills. For example, one of my friends/senpai really pushed me to participate in a masquerade with her (something I would never have done on my own). Even though I was extremely stressed working on the cosplay for the competition, the day of the masquerade I was so pumped (even though I was running on about 3 hours of sleep). I was running on pure adrenaline but it was completely worth it because we won “Best in Show”! I was completely flabbergasted and proud of myself. I was and am incredibly thankful to my friend who pushed me to take on this challenge. Without her, I never would have had that experience.
I think I would like people to know that while cosplay is incredibly fun and fulfilling it can be challenging. I have seen some wonderful people be attacked online by random strangers for simply enjoying their hobby and that breaks my heart. I hope that cosplayers and fellow nerds can create an environment of positivity where we encourage each other! I love this nerdy little hobby and am so grateful for all the wonderful people I have met along the way, so I just want to see it thrive! <3
Also, if you see me at a con please say hi! I love meeting new people! :)
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binniedeactivated · 4 years ago
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hello binnie 👉👈 can i request a dom!beomgyu x fem!reader smut that follows the enemies to lovers plot line? maybe add in some degradation kink and jealousy or something (if possible) 👀 thank you!!
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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐛𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐠𝐲𝐮 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞!𝐚𝐮, 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐮, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭
𝐖/𝐂 | 3.2k
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱
a/n: this is my first time writing an arranged marriage fic so tell me if ya’ll like it (pls)
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in his cleanly tailored black suit, an impatient beomgyu taps his foot in the corridor. he checks his watch for the fifth time in 6 minutes, looking over at the guards and driver with frustration.
“I don’t understand what’s taking her so long. what is she doing?”. he seethes.
“if you like I can check on her for you sir”. the maid asks politely. beomgyu nods and gestures toward the spiraled staircase of their oversized, luxurious home. “can you please? thank you”.
you were finishing the last touches on your makeup. you loved your outfit and you thought you looked gorgeous in your skin tight , satin salmon colored dress. however the only thing bad about this outing is that you had to go with your husband, choi beomgyu. marriage is one of the happiest times in any woman’s life but not yours. you didn’t have the beautiful, unpredictable love story like the average person. instead you were arranged in a marriage with a person you weren’t compatible with.
and the worst part about it all is that you couldn’t back down even if you tried. coming from a rich and rather popular family yourself, they wanted you to marry someone similar that could possibly understand you better and match your sentiments and luxury. so they picked the infamous choi beomgyu, apart of one the biggest, richest clans in the nation. as soon as you and beomgyu first interacted you knew there would be nothing to look forward to other than the downfall of your marriage. and you were just waiting for your family to see that.
“excuse me? mrs. choi? mr. choi was wondering if you were going to be ready any time soon?”.
you rolled your eyes. “tell him I’m coming down. I don’t know why he’s rushing me”. she nods her head and closes the door while you grab your purse. you took one last glimpse in the mirror and spread just a bit more glitter gloss on your lips before you were walking down the staircase. glancing up from his watch annoyed he glares up at you and tries his best to keep his eyes from skimming your curves.
“I don’t know why it takes you so long to get dressed. we’re going to an anniversary banquet not the grammy awards”.
“I don’t know why you feel like you have to rush me all the time. I said I was coming down. the venue is only 10 minutes away and the event doesn’t start for another 30 minutes”.
you say with just as much attitude as him, the guards helping you step into your heels as soon as you arrived at the bottom of the staircase. you whisper a small thank you while another wraps your fur coat around your neck. by this time anyone who worked in the choi residence were used to their frequent bickering. so there was no use in trying to get the duo to stop.
“yeah and we have to account for traffic. you also know that since I’m the son of the chief I have to be there on time. I don’t have time to be waiting for you to play in your little makeup box”.
you both head out of the door with the guards helping you to the car. the car was the worst out of all locations. since you two had a designated driver everywhere it meant that you would have to sit in a partitioned backseat with beomgyu.
you began talking as soon as the door closed behind you. “just because you get dressed two hours before every event doesn’t mean I have to do the same thing”.
“did I even say that? I’m just saying you have to start taking time into consideration. I don’t care how you get ready”.
“you were implying it so I’m letting you know. And I don’t care if you’re the chief ‘s son or not. I don’t care that you’re my husband. I don’t have to listen to you”.
“if you keeping doing what you want to do you’re going to give both of our families a bad reputation and we’re both going to lose our status and become poor. and I’m sure with all that glamorous shit that you wear becoming poor is your biggest nightmare”.
“and do you see how cocky you are? I’m pretty sure becoming poor is your biggest nightmare too. so how about we not go into that subject?”.
“I’ll go into whatever subject I want to go into because you don’t listen”.
“and who exactly do I have to listen to? please tell me”.
beomgyu rolls his eyes and sighs, he diverts his gaze to the scenery out the window while shooing you off. “you know what I don’t care anymore”.
you smacked his hand away. “don’t shoo me away Iike I’m some animal beomgyu. have some damn respect”.
“why would I respect you if you don’t respect me?”.
“I’m done talking to you. just stop talking”.
“good I’ve been waiting for you to be done”.
“good”. you say turning towards your own window in frustration. god he knew how to work your nerves.
“good”. he repeats back. and the both of you maintain the silence until it was time to actually speak at the event. it was the choi clan’s anniversary tonight and everyone couldn’t wait to see their baby boy beomgyu with his wife. it was something they all couldn’t believe considering they all raised him since he was in diapers. however acting like a married couple with beomgyu was the last thing you wanted to do tonight.
but nevertheless beomgyu snatches your hand in his before you two walked in the corridor. you wanted to say something but you guys were immediately bombarded by hugs and kisses from grandpas, grandmas, uncles, aunts, and even old cousins. most of them complimented how cute you two looked together and even asked when you guys were going to have children. you could just puke at the thought. you and beomgyu hadn’t even slept in the same bed.
the both of you sat down to your assigned dining table and other than the fact that you had to play pretend with beomgyu, you admired the historic decor and architecture of the venue.
“oh my gosh you guys are just so adorable together! let me tell you when beomgyu was little he always wanted to get married. he always talked about having a wife it was so cute. I’m glad to see he got his wish with someone as beautiful as you!”. one of his aunts complimented you both as soon as you sat down. you plastered on a fake smile and beomgyu nods with another fake smile of his own.
“can I get a picture if you don’t mind? I would love to add this to my photo album!”.
beomgyu puts his hand up and laughs, “auntie you really don’t have to right now. we can take pictures later”.
she flips her hand in the air, “oh! nonsense beomgyu! now you two pose for my camera”. she insists holding it up. you just wanted to come out of your body for a moment to see how awkward you both looked.
“guys! sit like you love each other. maybe you can kiss him on his cheek? that would be adorable!”.
now that was way too far for your liking. you shook your head and laughed to avoid it but you felt beomgyu nudging you underneath the table.
“just do it”. he murmured.
“no I’d rather be caught dead than lay my lips on you”.
“stop acting like a fucking child. just do it”.
for the sake of the status of you both, you positioned your lips right near his cheek but not letting them touch. she held up her camera but quickly put it down and laughs. “I don’t know why this looks staged. you two love each other! how about you just kiss? the cheek kiss looks a bit too fake for me”. she says before holding up her camera again.
the both of you swallow. he turns to you, “i promise after this my lips will never touch you again”. he whispers.
“good”. you mutter.
“good”. he repeats. he holds his breath before pressing his lips against yours. she quickly snapped the picture and jeered at the cuteness of it. but you couldn’t help but think about the softness of beomgyu’s lips and how they matched perfectly with yours. how he kissed you so passionately in such a short amount of time. how he made your heart pound. he quickly pulled away once he realized he was kissing you a bit too long knowing you were probably going to scold him. but for the first time in a long time you didn’t really want to.
the event was starting and the both of you bit your lips while diverting your gazes elsewhere. as the night progressed, oddly enough you avoided each other at all costs. even if that meant sparking conversations with a couple of gyu’s cousins just to do so. but like the jealous cousins’ they were though they were definitely doing more flirting than conversing. you had to say receiving other male attention wasn’t half bad. it wasn’t like you and beomgyu were a thing anyways.
beomgyu gently stirs his cup though, eyeing you from across the room. his uncles were giving him advice for marriage but he could only focus on the way his cousin subtly flirted by kissing you on the back of your hand multiple times. and it didn’t make it any better when you were blushing in response. it scared beomgyu because he hated you. and you hated him. so he couldn’t understand why he was getting jealous but he was and he couldn’t stop himself. his jealous aura made things much colder especially when you two were back in the car.
“and then here you go, having an attitude about something else“. you roll your eyes. as the door closed after you.
“i don’t know why you say shit like that if you know you cause them”.
“what did I do this time? I barely said a word to you tonight”.
“exactly. you were too busy exchanging them with my cousin”.
“and why does it concern you? we’re barely a couple let alone married”.
“do you realize that if you even slip up a little bit it affects our reputation? do you not think about that?”.
“why aren’t you addressing your cousin too then? he was flirting with me first”.
“and you were flirting back”. beomgyu snapped with his annoyed gaze out the window once more. you stared at him curiously.
“what? are you jealous?”.
“stop talking to me”.
you roll your eyes at his attitude again. he pissed you off so much. “I don’t even know why you’re jealous. we kissed for the first time tonight. we’ve been married for almost a year. doesn’t that say something about this whole entire relationship?”.
“I said stop talking to me”.
“what did I say about me not having to listen to you? I’m tired of you thinking you own--”.
in the blink of the eye beomgyu grabbed you and pulled you on his lap while his hand squeezed your jaw tightly, squishing your cheeks inwards.
“you know what? shut the fuck up. shut up. I am sick and tired of your attitude. every single time I say something you escalate it and drag it. no one can ever tell you shit because you feel like you know everything. I’m sick of it. I don’t want to be in this marriage as much as you but guess what? we don’t have a choice. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life arguing with you this shit is getting old. do you understand me?”.
your eyes grew as his tone of his voice. he slipped into a dialect you never heard out of him before. your heart raced and you nod at his words with your jaw aching painfully. he finally releases you and you glare back at his angered face while touching your jaw. you breathe heavy,
“why couldn’t you have gotten your point across without putting your hands on me?”.
“because I know you’d like it if I put my hands on you wouldn’t you?”.
and after that line, there was nothing but the heated stares and silence rising from the space between you. beomgyu took this time to admire your body from this close. he lets his fingers brushes against your thighs, following up your curves and your boobs and you let him. because it’s what you wanted. it’s all you wanted. you wanted beomgyu to touch you.
he stared you in your needy eyes before clasping his hand around your neck.
“you like it don’t you?”.
as soon as you bite your lips and nod beomgyu is already crashing his lips into yours. it was a kiss identical to this kiss from earlier except this time he kissed you hungrily. all this time he was craving you and now he couldn’t get enough.  each time he pulled back for air he went in for more allowing his tongue to battle yours like a warrior, both pair of your hands curiously wandering the unfamiliar body of the other. he lifts your dress up and you unbuckle his slacks. he inches down to your neck and sucks skin burning hickeys that elicited soft moans from your lips. and they turned beomgyu on more than they should’ve because he never heard you moan before. he unzips your dress, let his fingers tease your slit through your panties while his tongue made a trail to your nipples.
you gasp in shock at the way he was sucking them, his head bobbing slowly on each nub before flicking them with his tongue. you mewl soft enough to be inaudible to the driver. not that he could hear much anyway with how loud the engine was roaring. he sticks his fingers in your panties and tease your clit while sucking your nipples obediently like the puppy he was. you push down and grind on his fingers, never in a million years thinking you’d be moaning for gyu like this.
he clasps his hand around your neck once more watching your grind your hips down on his fingers. he scoffs, “with the way you speak to me you don’t deserve to feel this good”. your head tilted back as your needy noises flooded the air. you wanted him so bad. you knew this wouldn’t be enough to get you off.
“look at your face. you want to be fucked don’t you?”. you nod as best as you could. “beg for it”.
you shamelessly obliged. “pplease beomgyu, please fuck me”.
“tell me that you’re going to stop talking back to me“.
“ffuck i’m going to stop talking back”. you groan.
“tell me you’re going to work on your attitude”.
“I’m ggoing to work on my attitude!”.
“you promise?”.
“yyes I promise”. you stammer.
words couldn’t explain how good you felt when beomgyu finally stuffed himself in you. he kept his thumb on your clit and fucked up into you as fast and hard as he possibly could. he disregarded your sweet cries or the love bites you created in his neck. he disregarded how much you clawed at his shoulder blades or squeezed the back of his neck. you were sopping wet for him and he wanted to feel all of you. he didn’t care how rough he was. he wanted to teach you a lesson once and for all.
“you’re so fucking--mmh”. beomgyu groans.
you caress his wrists while he chokes you and you moan while mindlessly drooling all over his fingers. he rubs your clit in small circles. you pant heavily feeling your hips stutter in his thrusts. “yyou’re going to make me ccum beomgyu-”. you whine, “fuck you’re going to make me cum”, you whine in a higher tone than anticipated. 
“after you cum I don’t want to hear any mouth from you anymore. who owns you?”.
“yyou ! you own me beomgyu! fuckkk I’m cumming”.
your hips bucked while you released only for beomgyu to clutch your thighs and continue his sloppy thrusts inside you. you feel bad for the mess you were making on his lap but it seemed as if he didn’t care. you whined into the crook of his neck while he was overstimulating you until he finally got his fix.
“I’m almost done baby”. he groans while thrusting into you a few more times before painting your insides with his cum. with a heaving chest he lands a hot blooded kiss on your mouth.
“if we’re... going to start being nice to each other i’m sorry for talking to you that way“, -- “you just get me so angry sometimes”.
you couldn’t believe your ears. choi beomgyu was apologizing. you swallow your pride and kiss him back.
“it’s going to take a long time for me... to get used to being nice to you but I’m willing to try“,--- “and I’m sorry for my attitude and the way I belittle you. I’ll work on it”.
beomgyu smirks. “because I own you right?”.
you roll your eyes and playfully scoff. “fine”.
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