#is now a good time to mention that all of these are convos between my partner and I?
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
arcturianview · 5 months ago
Text
Just finished SoJ.... man I miss when Ace Attorney was good.
#its just like... man. this case was almost extremely enjoyable. the case logic was good the mystery was satisfying#there was even the dhurke twist that swept the rug out from under me in quite an enjoyable way#i managed to figure out all the other twists heading into the final case but we'll be generous and call it good forshadowing#but i just feel like so many of these narrative beats feel hollow bc nahyuta is so thoroughly unlikable and his switch feels unearned to me#and then dont get me started on the crappy mocap. it undercuts several moments that should be dramatic or emotional#and man just imagine if we had known any of this about apollo before. how much less stapled on it would feel?#and then the whole theme they point to at the end about students and mentors could have been compelling... but imagine how much more#compelling it would have been if phoenix and apollo werent jockeying for screen time for the past three games and instead apollo actually#got to have something. but no...#but i have to say the thing that really left a sour taste in my mouth was the conversation between Phoenix and Thalassa at the end#if there was EVER a game where Trucy and Apollo's familial ties should have been revealed. it should have been this one.#this game has a whole case that deals again with the Gramarye legacy in a way that feels like its teeing this convo up#not to mention all the stuff about Apollo's family and history it dives into.#this SHOULD have been the game they told them.#but no. instead we get a vauge conversation at the end just to remind the player that no! the developers haven't forgotten!#they arent just ignoring the fact! they're shoving it in our faces and telling us to remember that they're ignoring it#it just left the game on a really poor note for me#especially because i would hope the the writing out of Apollo leaves space for Athena to shine#but if they want to resolve the siblings plot which they are very pointedly reminding us of.. that requires bringing Apollo back#and i would think warrants at least the length of a case to deal with the emotional repercussions#but whatever#man i hope dgs is as good as people say it is cause right now im just pissed at this game.#ace attorney critical#spirit of justice critical
2 notes · View notes
rainbowspinch · 2 years ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
42 notes · View notes
voyter · 14 days ago
Text
DEVOTION — jeon jungkook.
Tumblr media
genre. a song of ice and fire au. 103 AC. smut. knight!jungkook. queen!reader.
your knight is completely devoted to you, and while it’s his duty, you can’t help but wonder if there’s something more behind his unwavering loyalty.
word count. 17.1k words (FUCK i am so sorry) warnings. this fic might be a bit confusing if you havent watched game of thrones or house of the dragon !!! misogyny. gender dynamics. seokjin and namjoon cameo hehe. forced / arranged marriage. over protective jungkook <3. cute convo between oc and her husband. violence. mentions of blood and murder. SO MUCH FUCKING TENSION. smut. two sex scenes !! dry humping. oral (male!receiving). unprotected sex (this universe takes place thousands of years ago and condoms didnt exist yet give me a break). bath sex. they almost get caught OOP. cheating (but both parties are consenting and they both openly do it to each other but they dont love each other romantically so its okay i guess) ???? jungkook literally worships her oh im sick i need him.
ana's notes. this fic ended up being much longer than i anticipated but oh my gosh i literally could NOT STOP WRITING !!! this is the longest fic ive ever written hello. this is inspired by alicent and coles relationship in season 2. sorry i hate them but this trope ??? OUUU TOO GOOD. so you know i got inspired. anyways, i love this one so much, so please let me know your thoughts <3. as always, keep your comments positive or say nothing at all xx
listening to. blue jeans by lana del rey / middle of the night by elley duhé / flawless by the neighbourhood
Tumblr media
part of the based off film series. this one shot is based off house of the dragon.
Tumblr media
You had always hated the idea of marrying someone you didn’t love, but you knew that marriage was not a choice — it was an obligation woven into the fabric of your destiny. Though reluctance filled you at first, you gradually came to terms with your duty, accepting the role thrust upon you with a measure of peace.
House Emberwyn ruled the Seven Kingdoms, making them the most powerful house of all. Your father had forged a deep bond with King Aelyx, the two men connected by the shared grief of losing their wives. Beyond their friendship, your father was adamant that uniting your houses through marriage was crucial. He envisioned a future where the intertwining of two powerful, wealthy legacies would forge an unbreakable realm.
Atticus, the son of King Aelyx, was only a year older than you — making him a suitable match. Like you, he was reluctant to marry, but he, too, understood the importance of duty. He wanted nothing more than to make his father proud, even if it meant sacrificing personal desire.
As the sole heirs of your respective houses, the pressure to produce children was immediate. The act of intimacy with Atticus was never one of passion or love; it was merely another duty. The first time was uncomfortable, almost unbearable, but over time, you learned to tolerate it. This was your life now, dictated by duty rather than desire.
Since your marriage, you have been blessed with three children. Ares, your eldest and only son, was conceived during your bedding ceremony. Now a boy of one and ten, he is wise beyond his years, his sharp mind driven by a deep love for books and knowledge. Celeste, your first daughter, is nine years old — a whirlwind of wild, unrestrained energy that seems impossible to contain. Already, she’s been eagerly awaiting the day she can take to the skies on dragonback, her spirit far older than her years. Then there is Luna, your youngest and newest addition to the family, a radiant little soul who brings warmth and light into every corner of your life. She is the calm of the storm, a small but powerful source of joy that never fails to lift your spirits, no matter how heavy the burdens of the day.
Atticus is a good father, never neglecting his children. He is present in their lives, providing for them with steadfast love and care. As a husband, he is kind and dutiful. Yet, despite all his virtues, he is not the love of your life.
The two of you had come to an agreement early in your marriage: you were free to seek pleasure where you wished, as long as heirs were made with each other. It was a compromise, one that allowed you both to navigate the confines of your duty while maintaining some semblance of personal freedom.
Tragedy struck shortly after Celeste’s birth when King Aelyx succumbed to an unknown illness. The crown passed to Atticus, and with it came the immense burden of ruling the Seven Kingdoms.
With Atticus as king, you became Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Yet, unlike your husband, you did not feel the same pressure. Your days were mostly spent within the confines of your chambers, where the laughter and antics of your children filled your life with light and purpose. Despite never having known your own mother — she had died giving birth to you — you felt as though motherhood had always been your calling.
While you wouldn’t trade your life for anything in the world, motherhood came with its challenges. Ares and Celeste were at the age where they bickered endlessly over the smallest of things — whether it was toys, attention, or simply to see who could get on your nerves first. Their constant squabbles were a source of frustration, and yet you knew it was a phase they would eventually outgrow. Luna, on the other hand, still so small and newly born, could not seem to stop crying. Her wails often filled the castle, and while the maids were always close by, ready to assist, you never allowed them to. You wanted your daughter to find comfort in your arms, not anyone else’s.
There were days when calming her down felt like a losing battle, the hours stretching into what felt like an eternity. But when you finally succeeded, when her cries quieted and her tiny form melted into sleep, it filled you with a sense of accomplishment. It was a small victory in a life full of larger, weightier battles.
Fortunately, today was one of the easier days. Luna wasn’t feeling particularly fussy, and after a few gentle rocks and soft pats on her back, she fell asleep in your arms without much protest. Relief washed over you as you gazed down at her peaceful face, her tiny chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The soft warmth of her against you, the quiet of the room, made you feel like, for a moment, everything was right.
“Your Grace?”
A voice interrupted your quiet reverie, but you didn’t turn. Your eyes remained fixed on Luna, unwilling to break the fragile serenity of the moment. You hummed in response, acknowledging the speaker but unable to tear your gaze from your sleeping daughter.
“Your presence is wanted, though not required, Your Grace.”
The words draw you from your thoughts, and with a soft sigh, you finally turn to face the speaker. It’s the Lord Commander, standing tall and imposing, his armor catching the dim light filtering through the windows.
“What for?” you ask, your voice calm but laced with curiosity.
“The Kingsguard posting,” he replies, his tone formal, as always. “It’s been suggested that you select who will guard the Red Keep.”
You consider his words, your gaze drifting back to Luna, still fast asleep in your arms. The thought of placing your trust in someone else, of relying on others to protect what matters most, brings a weight to your chest. As a mother, your first instinct is always to shield your children. You would want nothing more than for them to roam the castle freely, knowing they were surrounded by those you trusted — those you handpicked.
“I suppose,” you murmur.
After carefully setting Luna in her crib, you linger for a moment, brushing a tender hand over her soft cheek. Ensuring the maids were nearby to watch over her, you quietly slip from the nursery and follow the Lord Commander through the castle's stone corridors. Your thoughts remain on Luna for a heartbeat longer before shifting to the matter at hand — choosing the knights who would guard your family, your children.
You arrive at the balcony overlooking the courtyard, where a line of knights stands at attention, their armor gleaming in the afternoon sun. The air is crisp, the tension palpable as each knight awaits his turn to be presented.
The Lord Commander steps forward, his voice ringing with authority. "Step forward, Ser Kim Namjoon."
The knight moves with a quiet confidence, offering you a small, almost shy smile. Dimples crease his cheeks, and despite the serious nature of the proceedings, you find yourself smiling back, charmed by the warmth in his expression.
"Ser Namjoon has proved strong and steady in both the tourney lists and in service beyond," the Lord Commander begins. "While traveling through the Kingswood on the way to King’s Landing, Ser Namjoon recently brought a would-be poacher to justice."
You listen carefully, considering the man before you. His loyalty and steadiness are clear, and his recent actions speak of a knight who serves with honor. Still, your mind drifts to a darker, more urgent thought — combat. The Red Keep, and more importantly, your children, needed knights who were not only honorable but battle hardened. In these uncertain times, loyalty alone would not be enough. 
"Ser Namjoon," you say, your voice polite yet measured. "We thank you for your loyal service to the Crown."
He bows deeply before stepping back into line, and you offer him a nod in return, though your thoughts continue to circle around the same question — how many of these knights had seen true combat?
The next knight steps forward, and your gaze narrows as you take him in.
"Ser Kim Seokjin," the Lord Commander announces.
This knight is taller, leaner than Namjoon. He holds himself with a quiet grace, his expression serious, but there's a spark of something beneath the surface — determination perhaps, or ambition.
"Winner of the melee at Cider Hall," the Lord Commander continues. "He was the last mounted of three and twenty knights. Ser Seokjin was knighted at eight and ten."
You raise an eyebrow, impressed by his accomplishments. Yet, your thoughts linger on something more pressing, more crucial to the protection of your family.
"Do any of these knights have combat experience?" you ask, your tone sharper now. "Beyond capturing poachers and winning tourneys?"
The Lord Commander nods solemnly, signaling the next candidate.
“Ser Jeon Jungkook.”
As the name is called, a young knight steps forward, noticeably younger than the others who had come before him. Yet, despite his youth, he carries himself with an air of quiet confidence, his steps measured and purposeful. Strands of raven hair fall loosely across his forehead, framing a face that, while youthful, is sharp with focus. His dark eyes meet yours with a steady gaze, neither too bold nor deferent — he stands unshaken by the weight of the moment.
He looks about your age, perhaps even younger, and though he lacks the grizzled scars of a seasoned warrior, something about him immediately draws your attention. There's a natural grace in the way he moves, his armor fitting him perfectly as if he was born to wear it. He’s quite handsome, a fact you can’t help but notice as he stands before you, the light of the setting sun casting a faint glow over his features.
"Tell me, Ser Jungkook," you say, breaking the silence, "have you seen real combat?"
He doesn’t falter, his voice steady as he speaks. "I have, Your Grace. I fought for a year as a foot soldier against the Dornish incursions. I was knighted after we razed two of the watchtowers along the Boneway.”
There is no hesitation in his tone, no embellishment. The quiet intensity of his words, the weight of lived experience behind them, strikes you deeply. His demeanor isn't that of a man seeking glory but of one who has already faced the fire and come out stronger for it. In that moment, your decision feels clear.
“It’s settled.” Your lips curve into a smile, one of certainty and satisfaction. “I choose Ser Jungkook.”
The Lord Commander stiffens slightly, his jaw tensing as though weighing whether to speak. Before you can take a step back toward your chambers, his voice interrupts, filled with respectful hesitation. "Perhaps we shouldn’t be too hasty, Your Grace. There is no doubt Ser Jungkook is a fine warrior, but Ser Namjoon and Ser Seokjin are from houses that are important allies of the Crown."
You turn slowly, your expression cool but firm. The politicking of the court — alliances, the endless exchange of favors and titles — was something you understood all too well. Yet, this was not a matter of alliances. This was the safety of your family, the future of your children. And no amount of courtly maneuvering could change that.
“Those men are tourney knights,” you say, your voice laced with a sharp edge. “My children should be defended by a man who’s known real combat. Should they not?”
The Lord Commander pauses, his gaze flickering between the knights and your unwavering stance. He gives a short bow, conceding. “Of course, Your Grace.”
You nod once, satisfied. “Very well, then,” you say, a smile returning to your face, though this time with a sense of finality. “I expect you to plan Ser Jungkook’s investiture.”
There’s a flicker of something in the Lord Commander’s eyes — perhaps begrudging respect or recognition of your authority in this matter. He bows once more before stepping aside. “As you wish, Your Grace. I will see to it.”
Tumblr media
As the days passed, it became clear that your decision to appoint Ser Jungkook was more than justified.
Jungkook proved himself an unwavering presence in the lives of your children. He guarded Ares and Celeste like a loyal hound, always at their side, his dark eyes constantly scanning their surroundings for any sign of danger. Wherever they went — whether it was the training yard where Ares spent hours practicing swordplay or the garden where Celeste attempted to name every flower — Jungkook followed, his sight never leaving them.
In the corridors of the Red Keep, you would often catch glimpses of him, stationed at the door to whatever chamber Ares and Celeste had wandered into, standing with that same quiet intensity that first caught your attention. He never intruded upon their activities, never interfered with their games, but his presence was felt all the same. He was a silent sentinel, ensuring that no one entered or exited a room without his knowledge.
Even the servants and court members began to take note, offering respectful nods as they passed him. There was a certain respect that began to build around Jungkook, not just as a knight, but as a protector of the royal family — of your family.
Before Ser Jungkook’s arrival, the Red Keep had always felt secure. Its towering walls and seasoned guards provided a fortress of safety, a place where danger rarely crossed your mind. Yet, somehow, with Jungkook’s arrival, there was a new, tangible sense of protection. His presence, quiet yet vigilant, added an extra layer of assurance, as if the very air had shifted, growing thicker with safety, steadier with his watchful eye. He didn’t need to speak or make grand gestures; just knowing he was there, standing mere feet away from you, made the castle feel more fortified than it ever had before.
In many ways, he made you feel like that too — protected, even in the smallest, unspoken ways.
The Small Council was always the most grueling part of your day. Despite your title as Queen, you found yourself constantly sidelined, your voice often drowned out by the men who dominated the discussions. You had grown accustomed to their subtle condescension — the way they’d nod and pretend to listen, only to carry on as if your words had never been spoken. You’d learned to expect it, but the sting of dismissal never faded entirely.
And today was no different.
As you took your seat, Jungkook stood nearby, ever the silent sentinel. He’d grown adept at reading you, his dark eyes keenly observing the smallest shift in your demeanor. He noticed how, at first, you entered the room with a composed grace, ready to engage in the matters at hand. But as the meeting dragged on, frustration began to creep in, visible in the slight tightening of your jaw each time a man at the table spoke over you or dismissed your suggestions with a polite but infuriating nod.
Jungkook’s eyes followed the subtle changes — the way your posture stiffened, the soft sigh you tried to suppress, and then, finally, the way boredom started to settle in as you reached for the small stone ball on the table, rolling it between your fingers absentmindedly. He knew you were doing your best to remain patient, but the disrespect weighed heavily in the room.
His hand instinctively twitched at his side, a protective instinct rising within him as he stood there watching. He was ready to intervene if the moment called for it, though he knew better than to step in unless absolutely necessary. Still, his silent support was palpable, a reassuring presence amidst the clamor of men who failed to see the strength in the woman before them.
“Perhaps we should discuss Driftmark, Your Grace,” the Maester began, his voice too casual for the gravity of the subject. He directed his attention toward your husband, but the mention of Driftmark instantly drew you in, pulling you from your growing boredom. You straightened in your seat, the defensiveness in your posture clear.
“What of it?” Your voice came out sharper than you intended, the raw emotion behind it hard to suppress. Driftmark wasn’t just a topic for idle conversation — it was family. Personal. The loss of the Lord of the Tides, your cousin’s husband, had been a blow that still lingered, and the aftermath of it weighed heavily on your heart.
He had been more than just family; he had adored your children as if they were his own, even naming your daughter, Celeste, as his heir. It was an honor, though one with its own set of complications. With Ares set to inherit the Iron Throne, Celeste was to inherit Driftmark. Your cousin, devastated by the loss of her husband and without heirs of her own, was to hold the seat in her stead until Celeste came of age.
The Maester’s eyes flickered between you and your husband, clearly aware of the tension in the room but too entrenched in his own position to approach the subject delicately. He cleared his throat, then spoke with a tone that bordered on patronizing. “It’s... a delicate matter, Your Grace. There are those who believe the succession should be reconsidered, given your daughter’s age. Furthermore, some question the wisdom of naming a girl as heir to such a powerful seat.”
Your stomach tightened, fury simmering beneath the surface. A girl. As if Celeste’s age or gender diminished her worth, her potential. You could feel the disdain, not just for your daughter, but for the very idea of a woman wielding such power.
You held the Maester’s gaze, your voice sharp with barely concealed fury. “And do you agree with them?”
The chamber seemed to freeze in that moment, the weight of your words pressing down on everyone in the room. All eyes flickered nervously between you and the Maester, the tension palpable as if even the air had thickened, making it harder to breathe. Everyone braced themselves for the confrontation that was surely coming.
The Maester, sensing the chance to finally reveal his true thoughts, straightened in his seat, his chest puffing out as arrogance replaced caution. He no longer glanced toward your husband for approval; instead, his focus was solely on you, his eyes glinting with condescension.
“A woman on the Driftwood Throne, Your Grace?” he repeated, his voice dripping with condescension. “Forgive my candor, but Driftmark is not some soft and delicate estate. It is a seat of warriors, sailors, men of the sea and battle. Its history is steeped in strength and tradition. To put a mere girl — no matter her bloodline — on that chair is folly, plain and simple. A woman’s place is in the home, tending to hearth and children, not commanding fleets or sitting in council chambers. The late Lord has a brother who would make a fine new Lord, more befitting the legacy.”
You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, your hands tightening into fists. “His brother has no desire for rule!” you shot back, your temper dangerously close to boiling over. “Celeste is his rightful heir. It was his wish, and it will not be questioned!”
The Maester, unfazed, continues. “Your Grace… with all due respect, your daughter is but a child. A girl of her age should be concerned with dolls and dresses, not the governance of a seat as vital as Driftmark. There are many in the realm who would argue that Driftmark deserves a stronger hand. A male heir, one capable of steering the course of the future, as tradition demands. Perhaps it is time to reconsider your decision, before it’s too late. Before the realm begins to question not only Driftmark’s future, but the Queen’s judgment as well.”
The insult hung in the air like a storm cloud, casting a heavy, suffocating tension over the room. The audacity — the sheer gall of the Maester to question not only your daughter’s right but your authority as Queen. Fury simmered beneath your composed exterior, your hand twitching as though you might lash out.
But before you could muster a response, Jungkook was already moving.
“You will watch your tongue when speaking to the Queen, Maester,” Jungkook’s voice was a low, dangerous rumble, carrying the unmistakable weight of a threat. His usually calm demeanor was gone, replaced by something far more menacing. “Or it shall be taken from you.”
The room seemed to shrink around the Maester, all eyes now on him as the color drained from his face. His earlier arrogance dissolved in an instant, replaced with wide-eyed panic. The man who had dared to question your daughter’s birthright now looked as though he might faint from fear.
“I- I meant no offense, Ser Jungkook,” the Maester stammered, his words tumbling over themselves in a desperate attempt to backpedal. His gaze flickered nervously from you to Jungkook, searching for some kind of escape.
“You did,” Jungkook cut him off sharply, his tone like the edge of a blade. His gaze bore into the Maester, unyielding, unwavering. “And I will remind you once more: mind your tongue.”
The silence that followed was deafening, the threat hanging in the air like a blade, and no one doubted that Jungkook would make good on his promise if pushed further.
You turned your gaze to Jungkook, barely concealing your silent shock. The man who stood just feet away, usually so quiet and composed, always speaking only when spoken to, had stepped in to defend you — boldly, without hesitation. The gesture was unexpected, and for a moment, you were struck by the kindness and protectiveness it held.
It was not just the words he had spoken, but the intensity behind them, the clear signal that he would tolerate no disrespect toward you. In a room full of lords and courtiers who often dismissed your voice, Jungkook’s sudden defense felt like a rare and precious show of loyalty. Uncommon as it was, it left a warmth spreading in your chest, a silent but deeply felt appreciation.
Jungkook still hadn’t met your eyes, his intense gaze fixed on the Maester, the disapproval and disgust etched in his expression radiating an aura so fierce, it was almost frightening. He stood there like a wall of steel, silently daring anyone to challenge him again.
You turned your attention back to the Maester, who now squirmed under the weight of the moment. His once confident, condescending exterior had crumbled, now sitting timidly in his seat.
“Celeste is the rightful heir,” you stated, your voice even and composed, though laced with quiet authority. “She will rule Driftmark, and she will do so just as well as any man ever could. Anyone who questions that,” you paused, allowing the weight of your words to settle over the room, “will regret it.”
The Maester lowered his head, unable to meet your gaze, his earlier arrogance completely shattered. “Of course, Your Grace. Please, forgive my words.”
Jungkook didn’t move an inch, his focus still locked onto the Maester like a hawk waiting for the slightest wrong move. The room felt smaller, the tension almost suffocating as the Maester’s earlier confidence reduced to a pitiful murmur.
“See that you don’t forget that again,” you said, your tone final and cold, leaving no room for further argument.
With that, you stood up from your seat, the weight of the moment still hanging heavy in the air. Without another word, you turned on your heel and made your way out of the courtroom, every step deliberate, your posture unyielding. The entire room seemed to hold its breath as you moved, a quiet power radiating from you that demanded respect.
Jungkook, as ever, was by your side in an instant, but he kept a respectful distance, just enough to remain a silent protector, his presence still like a shield around you. His footsteps were measured, the sound of his boots echoing softly in the corridors, and yet there was an undeniable sense of security in the space between you two. No words were exchanged as you made your way to your chamber — there was no need for them. His silent solidarity was all you required.
Jungkook’s presence was reassuring, like the calm after a storm, and it made the weight of leadership — of being Queen — just a little easier to bear.
Tumblr media
After the heat of earlier’s events, the last thing you wanted was to step foot back into the chaos of the court. The weight of the Maester’s words still lingered in the air, and you felt the need to retreat, to recharge in the only place that felt truly like yours. So, you didn’t leave your chambers for the rest of the day. You took the rare opportunity to unwind, the need for solitude outweighing any further obligations for the day.
Without a second thought, you changed into your nightgown well before the moon rose, the soft fabric a welcome contrast to the tense weight of your court attire. You moved with practiced ease, the familiar ritual of shedding the day’s responsibilities easing the knots in your shoulders. 
The fire crackled merrily in the hearth, casting a warm glow that danced across the room. You sank into the couch, the cushions molding to your body as you settled in front of the flames. With a book in hand, you opened the pages, the words inviting you into another world — a world where you could forget, if only for a moment, the burdens of being Queen.
You lost yourself in the story, the flicker of the fire keeping time with the rhythm of your reading. Outside your window, the castle was quiet, the usual noise of the corridors muted by the sanctuary of your chamber. For the first time that day, you felt a sense of peace. The world outside could wait. Here, in the comfort of your own space, you could simply be.
But just as the fire’s soft, flickering glow began to lull you deeper into peace, a knock at the door broke the fragile silence, its sound sharp and intrusive. A flicker of annoyance stirred within you — someone daring to interrupt the quiet sanctuary of your evening. But then, a familiar voice, calm and steady, followed.
“Your Grace?”
It’s him.
You took a slow breath, the irritation melting away at the sound of his voice, and called softly, “Come in, Ser Jungkook.”
The door creaked open, but Jungkook didn’t immediately step inside. He stood just beyond the threshold, his tall frame framed by the dim light spilling from the hall, casting long shadows across the stone floor. There was something endearing in the way he paused there, as though uncertain, hesitating to cross the boundary of your private space without your explicit permission. His respect for the sanctity of your chambers was something rare, a simple act that made him stand out even more.
“My apologies, Your Grace,” he said, his voice smooth and steady, like the evening air itself. “I’ve just come to alert you that the children are abed.”
A soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips.
What you didn’t know was that the children had been in bed for some time. Jungkook had only alerted you now because he was standing just outside your door, hesitating. He wasn’t sure if he should disturb your peace with the news. Still new to this role, he was uncertain of how to balance his duties with the delicate art of discretion.
“Thank you, Ser Jungkook,” you said, your tone warm with gratitude. “I would appreciate it if you informed me every night from now on.”
“Of course, Your Grace. Sleep well.” Jungkook gave a respectful nod, his voice as steady and sincere as ever, and he turned to leave.
“Ser Jungkook,” you called again, before he could close the door behind him.
He paused, hand resting lightly on the doorframe, his dark eyes meeting yours in the soft, flickering firelight. For a brief moment, the noise of the castle seemed to fall away, the crackling fire the only sound that filled the space between you. It was rare, these moments of true stillness, where it was just the two of you, no interruptions, no duties weighing on either of your shoulders. The warmth from the fire cast a soft glow over him, accentuating the quiet strength in his features.
For the first time, you found yourself truly looking at him — not just the protector of your children, not just the present knight, but Jungkook. 
“I’ve yet to thank you for earlier — in the Small Council chamber,” you said softly, your voice quiet but earnest. “I appreciate your defense. Thank you.”
The words hung between you for a moment, carrying a weight that felt heavier than it should. It wasn’t just the defense itself, though that was significant; it was the quiet way he had stood up for you. Jungkook had always been the silent one, always just there, standing in the background. But today, he had been more. He had spoken when no one else had. His simple act of defending you meant more than you could say.
Jungkook’s posture softened at your words, though his expression remained composed, his usual stoic demeanor intact. Yet, as he held your gaze, his dark eyes seemed to linger a moment longer than usual, a subtle warmth settling in his look that wasn’t often there. It was as though the space between you both had shifted, the heavy tension of the day dissolving into something quieter, almost comforting.
“It was nothing, Your Grace. You need not thank me,” he replied, his voice low and measured, though there was something beneath it — something genuine, almost vulnerable, that made the words feel different from his usual calm, detached responses. His eyes remained steady on yours, and for a moment, the usual distance between you seemed to shrink, as though he was offering something unspoken, something more than just a knight’s duty. “You shouldn’t have to endure that kind of disrespect. It’s my duty to protect you, in all ways.”
You gave a soft nod, absorbing the weight of his words. Jungkook was a constant in your life — a silent guardian who stood watch over both your children and yourself. But hearing him speak of protecting you in such a way, so plainly and honestly, stirred something within you. It wasn’t just your children that mattered to him; it was you, as well. 
“You do more than protect,” you said, your voice softer now, the weariness of the day gradually easing. “Your actions today… they meant more than you know.”
Jungkook’s lips twitched at the corners, acknowledging your words, but he didn’t respond right away. There was a brief silence between you both, the fire’s crackling embers filling the stillness as he shifted his weight, his stance still as rigid as ever, but now, a slight tension in his shoulders had eased.
“If there’s ever anything you need, Your Grace,” he said finally, his tone softer than it had been moments before, but with an underlying firmness that conveyed his commitment, “I am here.”
The sincerity in his voice wrapped around you like a quiet promise, steady and unwavering. The light of the fire caught on his features, casting soft shadows over his face, making his usually guarded expression seem less distant, more human. You felt a sense of peace settling into the space between you both, a momentary connection that felt more genuine than anything that had passed between you in the public eye.
“Thank you,” you replied softly, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips, finding comfort in the rare, honest exchange.
Jungkook inclined his head once more, his expression softening in a way that was unusual for him — a small, but genuine smile curling his lips, the warmth of it making him seem more approachable, more... real.
“Goodnight, Your Grace,” he said quietly, voice full of respect, but also something else — something deeper.
“Goodnight, Ser Jungkook,” you murmured in return.
With that, he turned and moved to close the door behind him, the soft click of the latch signaling his departure. But as the door clicked shut, you realized that this time, you didn’t feel the usual solitude. There was something different. Something comforting. Something exciting that made the pit of your stomach feel funny, in knowing he was standing just outside your door.
Just the barrier of wood between you two.
Tumblr media
The next day unfolded much more peacefully than the last. 
You sat on the floor of your chamber, the luxurious fabric of your gown pooling around you like a soft sea of silk. The quiet of the room was comforting as you focused on the delicate task in front of you — embroidering a blanket for Luna. Each stitch was a calming motion, your mind momentarily free of the weight of royal duties. 
You hadn’t seen Jungkook yet, but his presence lingered in your thoughts, like an unspoken promise. The anticipation of his arrival stirred a quiet excitement within you, though you had no idea when he might appear. 
The silence was broken by your husband's voice, cutting through the peaceful air as he entered without knocking, his tone casual. “How are you feeling today?”
You glanced up briefly, meeting his eyes before returning to your work. “Better,” you answered, the edges of your lips curving into a faint smile.
“Good,” Atticus replied, smirking as he made his way over to the table and poured himself a goblet of wine. “Do you think you’ll be attending the Small Council today?”
You hesitated, the thought of sitting through another long, tedious session filling you with a quiet reluctance. “No… if that’s alright?” you replied, your tone tentative, not wanting to seem too dismissive of his suggestion.
“Of course,” Atticus said, lifting the goblet to his lips. His eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief as he added, “But I’ll have you know, I’ve hired a new Maester.”
The words hit you like a spark, and without thinking, you put your needle down. The sudden shift in the conversation caught your attention fully. Your eyes locked onto him, eyebrows raised in surprise. The idea of a new Maester was unexpected — and it immediately piqued your curiosity.
"Are you upset about that?" you asked, your voice soft and laced with a hint of apology, eyes searching his face for any sign of how he truly felt.
Atticus paused, his gaze meeting yours with a quiet intensity. His lips curled into a knowing smirk, and he set the goblet down gently on the table. "I could never be upset with you for only standing up for yourself," he said, his voice steady, though there was an underlying heat to his words. "And someone as disrespectful as that will not continue to walk around in this castle."
His declaration was resolute, filled with a quiet determination. The confidence in his voice was not just from his position, but from a place of deep respect for you. It was as if he had taken the full weight of your frustration upon himself, and the fire behind his words showed that he would do whatever it took to ensure you never had to endure such treatment again. 
You smile warmly at his words. "Thank you, Atticus."
He pauses, a small smile tugging at his lips, his fingers tapping idly on the edge of the table. "You know, as much as I’m not in love with you," he says slowly, his tone more thoughtful than usual, "I still love you."
The admission hangs in the air between you, the raw honesty in his voice bringing a quiet comfort. It wasn't the passionate declaration of romance you might have hoped for, but it was the kind of love that ran deep — steady, consistent, unshakable. 
You meet his gaze, and your heart softens with understanding. "As do I," you reply, your voice gentle but genuine. 
It wasn’t the kind of love that others might expect, filled with grand gestures and whispered sweet nothings. But in its own way, it was a love that had stood the test of time. It isn’t passionate, but there’s a respect and understanding between the two of you that runs deep.
“Now,” Atticus says, his voice low, teasing. “Can we talk about your knight in shining armor?”
You roll your eyes but can’t suppress the smirk that tugs at your lips. “Oh Gods,” you say, the edge of amusement clear in your voice as you go back to your needlework.
“Oh, come on,” he whines, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. “I let you pick, now you have to tell me all about him!”
You raise an eyebrow, glancing up at him. “It was you who suggested I pick?”
He shrugs nonchalantly, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “I thought you’d feel more content choosing someone yourself.”
“I do,” you reply with a small smile, returning to your embroidery. “It was a wise suggestion.”
“Oh, don’t change the subject now!” He motions with a dramatic hand. “What was that about yesterday?”
“He was just defending me,” you say, hoping to dismiss the conversation, though you’re well aware it won’t be that easy.
Atticus lets out an exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes in dramatic fashion. “No knight is that devoted to duty, my dear wife.”
His words make you pause, but you try not to let it show. Still, a smile begins to creep onto your lips, unbidden. You hadn’t really allowed yourself to think about it that way. Jungkook had always been quiet, loyal, reliable — but devoted in the way Atticus is hinting? It’s a thought that stirs something unexpected in you.
“Well, believe it or not,” you say, unable to stop the small grin now, “we’ve spoken to each other only a few times.”
Atticus raises an eyebrow, leaning in slightly, clearly entertained. “Is that so? And yet, with little words between you, he’s ready to challenge a room full of lords for your honor. Fascinating.”
You roll your eyes, returning to your needlework in an attempt to focus, but your mind can’t help but drift back to Jungkook. The memory of his voice, steady and unyielding as he defended you, lingers. Maybe Atticus has a point, but admitting that would only fuel his relentless teasing.
“He’s just dutiful,” you insist, though even you can hear the uncertainty creeping into your voice. 
Atticus catches it too, and his smirk widens as he takes a slow, deliberate sip from his goblet. “Dutiful because he loves his duty? Or because of you?”
Your cheeks flush instantly, the warmth creeping up your neck as you try to brush off the insinuation. “You’re reading into this too much,” you mumble, focusing on the embroidery in your lap, though your needlework suddenly seems less interesting.
“Am I?” Atticus drawls, stepping closer, his tone playful but probing. “Did you solely choose him because of his skills?”
You glance up at him briefly, trying to suppress a smile. “Are you implying something?”
He shrugs, the smirk on his lips widening. “Well, did you?”
“I did!” you exclaim, the words tumbling out a little too quickly, as if you’re trying to convince yourself as much as him. You glance up at Atticus, catching the amused gleam in his eyes. “He’s excellent with the children, and he strikes the perfect balance around here — intimidating enough to make it clear no one should challenge him, but not so much that the children are frightened. I trust him completely, and I’ve only known him a short while.”
Atticus hums, swirling the wine in his goblet with deliberate slowness before taking a sip, his skepticism apparent in the slight arch of his brow.
You shake your head, sighing lightly. “He’s proven his worth,” you say, trying to sound firm, though the soft smile that sneaks onto your lips betrays you. “It’s his abilities that matter.”
Atticus grins, thoroughly enjoying this exchange. “Of course, his abilities. And it’s just a coincidence that the knight you trust with our children’s safety also happens to be rather… easy on the eyes?”
You scoff, rolling your eyes, though the warmth spreading through your chest betrays your amusement. “His appearance has nothing to do with why I chose him,” you insist, though your tone has lost its edge, becoming playful and light. “He’s capable, loyal, and vigilant. His looks are irrelevant.”
Atticus raises an eyebrow, his smirk widening into a knowing grin. “Irrelevant, but not unnoticed?”
You shoot him a mock glare, though the smile tugging at your lips makes it hard to maintain any seriousness. “You’re impossible,” you say with a shake of your head. “I care about his skills and nothing more.”
Atticus chuckles softly, clearly entertained. “We shall see,” he teases, his voice lingering in the air as he begins to make his exit. His steps are slow, unhurried, as though he’s savoring the moment. 
He walks out with a lightness in his stride, and the faint echo of his laughter trails behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts — and the quiet, unsettling realization that maybe, just maybe, his words weren’t entirely off the mark.
Tumblr media
Returning to the Small Council felt different this time. The atmosphere had shifted. The men were more considerate, actually taking your opinions into account — a stark contrast to their usual dismissiveness. It seemed Atticus’ harsh punishment of the last Maester had sent a clear message: disrespect would no longer be tolerated. They were treading carefully now, not wanting to find themselves in a similar predicament.
You exhaled a long breath as you walked into your chamber, ready to unwind after the tense day. Removing your jewelry, you placed each piece delicately on the table, the soft clink of metal filling the otherwise quiet room. You went to bend down to slip off your shoes, eager for the relief of the cool floor beneath your feet.
But before you could, a sharp point suddenly pressed against your neck.
You froze.
Panic surged through you as the cold blade pressed harder against your skin, the world around you narrowing to the sound of your racing heartbeat.
“Don’t scream,” a low voice hissed in your ear, breath hot against your skin, “or you will die.”
Your breath hitched, the threat sinking in, terror flooding your veins. Tears welled in your eyes as helplessness gripped you. You had never felt so vulnerable, so utterly at the mercy of another.
The man spun you around with a jerk, and your gaze landed on another figure lurking in the shadows — both were dressed in the rough, dirt stained garb of rat catchers, but their eyes gleamed with intent far darker than pest control.
“We were paid to kill the little girl,” the man growled, his eyes boring into yours with malicious purpose. “The one who is set to inherit Driftmark. Where is she?”
Your heart stopped. They wanted Celeste. Your daughter. 
Desperation clawed at your insides, but you forced yourself to remain calm, though your voice trembled as you spoke. “I have many things in here of great value,” you said, your mind racing to stall, to buy any time you could. “You can take whatever you want. Jewelry, gold…”
The man sneered, pressing the blade just a fraction closer, enough to make your skin prickle with fear. “We’re not here for trinkets,” he spat. “We’re here for the girl.”
The suffocating pressure eased as the man shoved you away, though he kept his dagger trained on you, its sharp point a constant threat.
“Lead us to her,” he snarled, “and you will live.”
Your pulse quickened, panic rising. But amid the terror, you clung to one thought: Jungkook was just outside, standing guard by the children’s room. He would protect Celeste.
Heart pounding, you forced your legs to move, stepping cautiously toward the door of your chamber. The rat catchers followed closely, one of them pressing the dagger against your back, a constant reminder of the danger lurking just inches away.
By the time you reached the door, your eyes caught a glimpse of movement. Jungkook — his back against the wood, waiting, ready. His gaze met yours, and in that brief moment, you felt a surge of relief, but it was fleeting.
Before you could react, Jungkook sprang into action. In a heartbeat, he grabbed your arm and yanked you behind him, shielding you with his body. You stumbled backward, watching in awe as he unsheathed his sword with deadly precision. 
Jungkook wasted no time. His blade sank deep into the stomach of the first rat catcher, a sickening thud echoing in the hallway. The man gasped, blood spurting from the wound, and crumpled to the floor.
The second assailant, wild with desperation, swung his dagger wildly at Jungkook. But Jungkook moved with lethal grace, dodging each strike effortlessly. His movements were swift, controlled, each step calculated. In one fluid motion, he caught the man's wrist mid swing, twisting it with a force that made the man cry out in pain. Jungkook’s grip tightened, and with a brutal efficiency, he forced the attacker to plunge the dagger into his own abdomen.
The man’s eyes widened in shock, the weapon lodged deep within him, his strength faltering. Jungkook released him, and the second rat catcher staggered before collapsing to the ground beside his companion, both of them now lying in pools of their own blood.
In shock, you stood frozen, tears welling in your eyes as the reality of the moment crashed over you. Only a minute ago, you had feared for your life, for your family’s lives. And now, Jungkook had effortlessly put an end to the rat catchers, his blade on the ground still stained with their blood. It all felt too surreal, too close.
Before you could fully process what had happened, Jungkook rushed to you, his expression softening with concern. He cupped your face gently in his hands, his touch grounding you. “Your Grace? Are you hurt?” His voice was low but urgent, his eyes scanning you for any sign of injury.
You shook your head, still unable to find your voice, too overwhelmed by everything. Your heart pounded, your throat tight as you struggled to keep yourself together.
“You’re alright now,” Jungkook whispered, his thumbs brushing tenderly across your cheeks. “Everything’s okay.”
But it wasn’t. The fear, the relief, the gratitude — they all hit you at once, overwhelming your senses. And before you knew it, your emotions spilled over. You erupted into sobs, throwing your arms around Jungkook’s neck, seeking the warmth and safety of his presence. You buried your face into his skin, your tears dripping onto his armor as you cried.
Jungkook didn’t hesitate for a second. His arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you close to him, his strength and warmth offering the comfort you so desperately needed. One of his hands rubbed soothingly up and down your back while the other cradled your head, pressing you gently against his chest. His heartbeat, steady and strong, was the only thing keeping you grounded amidst the chaos of your emotions.
“Shh, it’s alright,” he murmured into your hair, his voice soft and calming. “You’re safe now.”
And in that moment, in his arms, you believed him.
Tumblr media
After Atticus learned about the rat catchers’ attack, his fury was swift and intense, shaking the very walls of the Red Keep. His voice thundered from the Small Council chamber, echoing through the halls as he took command of the situation. His anger wasn’t just justified — it was terrifying. No one dared stand in his way as he set out to make sure something like this could never happen again.
You sat in your children’s room, seeking comfort in their innocent presence. Even as you tried to calm your racing heart, the distant roar of Atticus’s orders only heightened the gravity of what had nearly occurred. He wasted no time doubling the guard, placing knights at every vulnerable corner of the Keep. The added protection was meant to reassure, but for you, it only underscored the severity of the danger that had almost taken your daughter.
Atticus was relentless in his pursuit of justice. He immediately dispatched his men to find out who had hired the rat catchers. It wasn’t long before the truth came out — your former Maester hadn’t been acting alone. There were more, many more, who shared his poisonous view that Celeste, your little girl, had no right to inherit Driftmark. These men, clinging to their outdated belief that only a man should rule, had conspired to end her life before she could ever sit upon the Driftwood Throne.
Those who were caught speaking against Celeste’s claim were dealt with harshly. Atticus showed no mercy. He threw them in the dungeons without a second thought, ensuring that any who dared oppose your daughter’s future would be silenced. In this, he was steadfast, and you were grateful for his fierce protection of your family.
But even with the threat supposedly contained, the fear hadn’t left you. That night still clung to you like a dark shadow, creeping into your thoughts when you least expected it. The memory of those men — of their knives and their cruel threats — replayed in your mind every night, a loop you couldn’t break free from. 
Sleep was becoming harder to find. You would lie awake, staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of the attack pressing down on your chest. Even with Jungkook stationed just outside your door, standing as your silent guardian, the sense of unease never fully faded. You trusted him more than anyone now, knowing he had saved you without hesitation, but your mind couldn’t silence the what ifs. What if something happened to him? What if the guards missed something? What if they came back?
Tonight was no different. The room was quiet, your children safe in their beds, but your thoughts raced. Every creak of the floorboards, every gust of wind outside felt like a reminder of how close you had come to losing everything. You sat up in bed, pulling your knees to your chest, trying to calm the storm within. 
Jungkook was right outside the door — so close, and yet, the fear lingered. You knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to you, but that night had changed everything. The vulnerability, the terror, had been too real, and you couldn’t just forget it. Even though the Red Keep was locked down, even though Atticus had done everything in his power to keep you safe, you were haunted by the thought that danger still lurked just out of sight.
You couldn’t sleep. The quiet room, the stillness, your own thoughts circling endlessly — it was too much. You knew that tonight, like so many others, you’d be awake until the sun rose. So, with a sigh, you slipped out of bed, crossed the room, and quietly opened the door.
And there he was.
Jungkook stood just outside, his back to you, ever vigilant. When the door creaked softly, he turned, eyes meeting yours. In the faint light of the moon, his features were softened, yet his gaze was alert, concerned. The gleam in his eyes caught the moonlight, and for just a moment, the comfort of his presence made the world feel a little less daunting.
“Your Grace?” he asked, his voice low but steady. “I thought you’d be abed by now.”
“I can’t sleep,” you admitted, your voice quiet but laden with the weight of sleepless nights and endless worry.
“You’re safe now,” he said gently, his tone firm yet soothing, as if trying to will your mind to find peace. “Allow yourself to rest.”
You managed a faint smile, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “You said you’d be here if I ever needed anything.”
His brows furrowed slightly as he nodded, understanding your unspoken request. “I did.”
You hesitated only briefly before speaking again, your voice softer now. “Can you come in?”
Jungkook’s eyes widened ever so slightly, and he straightened. “Your Grace, I hardly think that is appropriate,” he replied, though his tone was more uncertain than firm. His sense of duty and propriety clashed visibly with his desire to help you.
“It will comfort me,” you said, the vulnerability in your voice enough to make him falter.
He hesitated, clearly torn. His hand gripped the hilt of his sword as if it could ground him in the face of your request. His loyalty to you was absolute, but the boundaries of it were something he grappled with now.
Seeing his hesitation, you added, teasing softly, “Your Queen demands you.”
That earned you a small smile, one that softened the tension in the air. Jungkook shook his head, chuckling under his breath as he conceded. “Well, who am I to deny my Queen?” he said, stepping past the threshold.
As Jungkook entered the room, his mere presence brought with it a sense of security you hadn’t even realized you’d been yearning for. His eyes never left yours, filled with a mix of concern and quiet understanding, as you led him over to the couch by the fireplace. 
You settled yourself on one side, pulling a blanket over your legs as you crossed them beneath its warmth. When you glanced up, you noticed he hadn’t joined you yet. Instead, he stood a little distance away, unsure, his posture stiff as if still on duty.
“Sit,” you gestured to the empty space beside you.
He hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering to the door as if he still wasn’t sure this was the right thing to do. But your gentle command was enough to sway him. With a slight nod, he moved closer, his heavy footsteps softening as he reached the couch. Just as he was about to sit, you spoke again, your voice quiet but firm.
“Take off your armor.”
He froze, eyes wide as if caught off guard by your request. “Your Grace,” he said slowly, his tone almost a warning, a reminder of the boundary he believed needed to remain in place.
But you shook your head, your expression soft but insistent. “I don’t want you here as Ser Jungkook,” you explained, your voice carrying a vulnerability you hadn’t meant to reveal. “I want you here just as Jungkook.”
For a moment, he didn’t move, clearly torn between his sense of duty and the comfort you were asking for. But then, with a slow exhale, he began to unfasten the clasps of his armor, the metallic clinks filling the otherwise quiet room. Piece by piece, the weight of it fell away, and he set it aside, each movement careful and deliberate.
Jungkook looked at you, a small, knowing smile tugging at his lips as he gestured to his cloak. "If you would," he said softly, his eyes warm but with a hint of playful mischief.
You couldn’t help but smile back, feeling a bit lighter as you stood from the couch, the blanket slipping from your lap and pooling onto the floor. Your fingers brushed against his as you reached for the clasp of his cloak, feeling the cool metal as you carefully undid it. The fabric was thick and heavy, and as you pulled it off his shoulders, it seemed to take with it some of the invisible barrier he kept between you both.
The air between you felt different now, more intimate, as you set his cloak aside with the rest of his armor. When you turned back to face him, he was watching you closely, his expression softer than before, as if seeing you in a new light.
For a second, you just stood there, gazing at each other in the soft glow of the fire.
Now, without the weight of his armor, Jungkook looked more relaxed, his shoulders less tense, though there was still a quiet alertness in his posture. When you invited him to sit, he did so without hesitation this time, his expression softening as he settled next to you on the couch.
As the fire crackled gently beside you, casting a warm glow over the room, you found yourself seeing him differently. Here, sitting in your chambers, with the walls of duty momentarily lowered, Jungkook wasn’t just your knight anymore. He was a man — kind, steady, and unexpectedly gentle in his presence.
“I’ve not been able to sleep as of late,” you admitted, your voice quieter, more vulnerable than you intended. “But with you here... I feel safe.”
Jungkook’s smile was soft, a flicker of warmth that reached his eyes. “I’m happy to hear that,” he said, though his voice was still laced with the respectful formality he always carried. “Your Grace.”
You hesitated for a moment, then spoke your name, more firmly this time. “Use my name. The formalities can stay with your armor… Jungkook.”
The moment hung between you, quiet but significant. When he repeated your name, his voice was different, softer, almost intimate. It felt personal, as if you were the only thing that mattered in this room, in this moment.
Your heart fluttered hearing your name on his lips. The way he said it felt more intimate than you’d expected, and as the quiet settled around you both, you realized the walls between you were coming down even more.
“My mother died when I was four and ten,” Jungkook begins, his voice steady but carrying the weight of years of grief. “She was murdered right in front of me. I was weak, untrained... I couldn’t help her. I just stood there, frozen, and I couldn’t save her.” He pauses, his gaze distant, lost in the painful memory. “When I left the children’s chamber to go guard yours and I saw those rat catchers in there… I knew I couldn’t let you down like I did my mother. I couldn’t let that happen again.”
Your heart clenches and your brows knit in sorrow, completely torn by his story. His words hang heavy in the air, the realization of his past weighing on your chest. You feel both gratitude and guilt — glad that Jungkook trusts you enough to open up, yet heartbroken by the trauma he’s lived through.
It suddenly makes sense — why he’s always so guarded, so precise, so fiercely loyal. You understand now why he was trained in combat at such a young age, why he’s so vigilant, and why he holds himself to such a high standard. His devotion to you, his protection of your family, it all stems from a promise he made to himself long ago, a promise born from tragedy.
You reach out, placing a gentle hand on his arm resting on the back of the couch, your touch warm and comforting. Jungkook’s gaze flickers to where your hand rests on his arm, and then back to your face, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly.
“You’ve done well to uphold that promise,” you say softly, your voice filled with sincerity. As your eyes meet his, you offer him a genuine smile, hoping it conveys the compassion you feel. “Your mother would love the man you’ve grown to be, Jungkook.”
For a brief moment, Jungkook’s eyes soften, his usual stoic expression breaking. He looks almost vulnerable, as if the weight he carries is shared, if only for a second.
“Thank you,” he says softly, his voice low and sincere. “I find myself very… protective over you.”
You tilt your head slightly, a teasing smile curling at the corners of your lips. The soft glow of the fire casts a warm light over your face, and your eyes seem to shimmer with curiosity. “Why is that?” you ask, a playful lilt to your tone as you watch him.
Jungkook hesitates for a beat, his dark eyes holding yours. He slowly pulls his arm away, the loss of contact leaving your skin colder than you expected. But before you can fully miss the warmth, you feel the feather light touch of his fingertips brushing down your arm. His touch is slow, deliberate, sending a tingling sensation across your skin, awakening something inside you.
Your breath catches as his fingers trail lower, the gentle path they take igniting a flutter in your chest. When his hand finally finds yours, his touch is warm and firm, his fingers lacing with yours like it was meant to be all along.
Jungkook looks down at your joined hands, his thumb brushing tenderly over the back of your hand as if testing the waters. “It’s more than duty now,” he murmurs, his voice soft but filled with something deeper. He looks up, his eyes meeting yours, and you can see the vulnerability there, something raw and unguarded. “I can’t explain it fully, but… it’s like you’ve become more than just someone I’m sworn to protect.”
His gaze lingers on your face, searching for a reaction, and you feel a mix of emotions swirling within you — curiosity, anticipation, and something that feels dangerously close to longing.
Your lips part slightly, your heart hammering in your chest as the room feels smaller, the air between you thick with unspoken tension. “More than duty?” you repeat, your voice barely above a whisper.
Jungkook’s fingers tighten just a little around yours, grounding you in the moment. His eyes soften, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Yes… much more than duty,” he says, his voice tender yet filled with a quiet intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.
The fire crackles softly in the hearth, casting flickering shadows on the walls, but all you can focus on is him — on the warmth of his hand, the depth in his gaze, and the way the space between you seems to shrink with each passing second.
With his fingers still interlaced with yours, Jungkook gently pulls you closer. The sudden shift brings you nearer to him, and you let out a soft giggle, feeling your cheeks heat up as you blush under his gaze. The warmth of his body, the way his eyes are fixed on you — it sends a shiver of excitement down your spine.
As the distance between you vanishes, your breath catches when you realize his gaze is locked on your lips. It’s intense, and it makes your heart race. You watch, spellbound, as he lifts his other hand slowly. His thumb brushes tenderly across your bottom lip, the pad of his finger soft against your skin. The simple, teasing touch sends a wave of warmth washing over you.
He lingers there for a moment, rubbing your lip, and then his thumb presses just a little more insistently, grazing the slit of your mouth as though silently asking for permission. The unspoken question in his eyes makes your pulse quicken, and you instinctively part your lips in response. His thumb slips inside, and you close your mouth gently around it, letting him in.
Your eyes remain on him as his thumb rests against your tongue, the sensation both intimate and electrifying. The fire crackles in the background, but the world feels muted, like it’s just you and him in this moment. Your heart pounds, and the connection between you grows stronger as you suck lightly on his digit.
Jungkook’s breathing becomes slightly uneven as he watches you, his eyes darkening with something deeper, more primal. He gently withdraws his thumb, his fingers now tracing the curve of your jaw, his touch both firm and tender. His hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you even closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours.
The air between you is thick with anticipation, the moment heavy with the promise of what’s to come. His forehead rests against yours, and for a heartbeat, time seems to stop.
“We should stop before things go further,” Jungkook whispers, his voice low and husky, the warmth of his breath tickling your lips as he gives you the chance to pull away.
You pause, your heart racing in your chest. “We should,” you whisper back, the words lingering in the air between you both.
But neither of you move.
Instead, your gaze remains locked on his, and you can feel the heat radiating between you, the unspoken desire that lingers in the small space that still separates you.
And just like that, his lips are on yours.
The kiss is electric, his lips soft yet insistent as they press against yours. It’s slow at first, a tentative exploration, but the moment your mouths meet, everything else fades into the background.
As your lips remain locked with his, you straddle his lap, the movement seamless and natural, as if you’ve both been leading up to this moment for far too long. Your hands slide behind his head, fingers threading through the soft strands of his hair, tugging lightly as the kiss grows more heated, more desperate.
Jungkook’s hands find your waist, gripping you firmly, and the sensation sends a shiver down your spine. You feel his muscles tense beneath your fingertips as you press yourself against him, your hips moving instinctively. A soft gasp escapes your lips when you feel the hardness beneath you, his cock straining against the fabric of his breeches, the friction making you yearn for more.
Your hips begin to buck slowly, grinding against him as you search for more contact, more release. The heat between you two is palpable now, your breath mingling with his as the kiss deepens, tongues tangling in a rhythm that matches the slow, steady roll of your hips. Every shift of your body sends a wave of pleasure through you, and you can feel his grip tighten on your waist, his breathing growing heavier.
Jungkook lets out a low groan against your lips, the sound vibrating through you, igniting something primal. You can feel the restraint he’s holding onto, the tension in his body as he struggles to keep control, but the way his hands grip your waist tells you he’s just as lost in the moment as you are.
The friction between you both builds, the heat intensifying, but the layers of fabric between you only heighten the desire, making you ache for more.
“Perhaps I should thank you,” you whisper against his lips, your breath hot and teasing as your hips roll against him, causing a deep groan to escape from Jungkook’s throat. You can feel him hardening beneath you, his body responding despite his attempts to maintain composure. “For your service…”
His grip on your waist tightens, his fingers digging into your sides just enough to make you feel how much he’s holding back. “It is only my mere duty,” he says, voice strained, each word laced with barely controlled desire.
You smile at his restraint, your lips moving to brush against the sharp line of his jaw. “You’ve done so much,” you murmur, your lips trailing lower, leaving a warm path down his neck, just beneath his jaw. His skin is soft and warm, and his pulse races beneath your touch. You hear his breath catch as you kiss along his collarbone, each word punctuated by a slow, deliberate press of your lips. “For me…” You move lower, your kisses more intentional, feeling his chest rise and fall more rapidly under your touch. “For my children…”
His hands twitch on your hips, torn between pulling you closer and letting you continue your slow, torturous descent. When you glance up at him, you see the way his dark eyes watch your every movement, clouded with need, a silent plea for more even as he struggles to keep himself grounded.
"I think you deserve a reward," you whisper, your voice sultry, teasing as your lips hover just above the edge of his tunic. Your fingers slowly, deliberately trace the hem, brushing against his heated skin as you make him wait, drawing out the anticipation.
Jungkook's head falls back, his lips parted as he releases a shaky breath, his control slipping with every passing second. His voice is a low growl, thick with longing. “You owe me nothing,”
You shake your head softly, your lips grazing the exposed skin of his chest. “I owe you everything,” you whisper back, your voice filled with sincerity and seduction, the intensity of the moment building as your hand moves lower, testing the boundaries of his restraint.
His body tenses beneath your touch, but his hands stay firm on your hips, holding you against him as if he’s afraid to let go. His eyes meet yours again, dark and full of raw emotion, his voice hushed, almost reverent. “I am yours,” he breathes, and in that moment, you know that he means every word.
With a soft smile playing on your lips, you slowly lift yourself off his lap, feeling the tension in the air as you lower yourself to the ground, kneeling between his legs. Jungkook watches you closely, his breathing uneven, eyes darkened with a mix of anticipation and restraint.
You place your hands gently on his thighs, feeling the heat radiating through the fabric of his breeches, his muscles tense beneath your touch. You start slow, allowing the moment to settle between you, your fingers tracing soft, deliberate circles along his thighs, teasing without rushing. Jungkook’s breath hitches slightly, his gaze locked on your every movement, as if entranced by the sight of you at his feet.
With a deliberate slowness, you begin to untie the laces of his breeches, savoring the quiet rustling of fabric as you pull them off completely, your fingertips brushing against his skin, making him shiver. You take your time, your eyes never leaving his, a playful gleam in your gaze as you watch his resolve crumble little by little.
His cock springs free, finally released from its tight confines. Jungkook lets out a low groan, the sudden release of tension sending a wave of relief through him. The sight of him, hard and ready, makes your breath catch, but you don’t rush. Instead, you rest your hands on his thighs again, grounding yourself in the warmth of his skin, feeling the subtle flex of his muscles beneath your palms.
You glance up at him, and the intensity in his gaze sends a thrill down your spine. His lips are parted, his breath heavy, and you can see the restraint in the way he grips the couch, knuckles white, fighting the urge to take control.
You spit into your hand before wrapping it around his cock, feeling its warmth and weight resting in your palm. You start slow, allowing him to adjust to the sensation, your fingers curling around him with a firm but careful grip. As your hand begins to move, sliding up and down in deliberate, teasing strokes, Jungkook's head falls back against the couch. A low, breathy moan escapes his parted lips, his chest rising and falling more heavily with each breath, betraying his struggle to hold onto his composure under your touch. His muscles tense, eyes fluttering shut, as the pleasure builds with each movement.
His reaction fuels you, and you keep your pace slow and sensual, your hand gliding smoothly along his length. Each movement draws another sound from him — whether it’s a quiet sigh, a deep groan, or the way his breathing catches for a split second. The power you hold in this moment, the way his body responds to your touch, makes the air between you feel electric, alive with tension.
Jungkook’s fingers dig into the cushions beside him, as if holding on for control, but you can see the way his restraint is unraveling, bit by bit. His throat bobs as he swallows hard, his lips parted in silent bliss, eyes closed as he surrenders to the sensation.
With a mischievous smile, you tighten your grip just a little, adding the slightest bit more pressure as you continue to stroke him, and his moan deepens, sending a shiver through you.
You lean in, teasingly slow, letting the anticipation build. Jungkook’s breath hitches as he watches you, his chest rising and falling faster, his hands tightening into fists. The moment your tongue makes contact with the tip of his cock, his body tenses. You start with soft, delicate kitten licks, testing his sensitivity, letting him feel every light flick of your tongue as you work.
A bead of precum gathers at the tip, and you lap it up, the salty taste lingering on your tongue. Jungkook’s groan is deep, almost guttural, his head tipping back against the couch once more as you tease him with your soft licks, never giving him more than just a taste of what’s to come.
The way he reacts, the way his body trembles under your touch, only spurs you on. You take your time, savoring the control you have over him, feeling the way his thighs tense beneath your hands.
You glance up at him through your lashes, enjoying the sight of Jungkook completely lost in the moment, his lips parted, breath heavy. His reaction fuels your desire to tease him more. Your tongue moves slowly, deliberately, swirling around his sensitive tip, while your hand continues its steady rhythm, pumping him with just enough pressure to keep him on edge.
He moans again, low and deep, his hips instinctively bucking up, searching for more of that friction you’re so teasingly withholding. You hum softly, the vibrations making his cock twitch against your tongue. You take him a little deeper, wrapping your lips around the head, sucking gently as you let your hand pump the base, building the tension.
Jungkook’s hands grip the couch tightly, fighting to stay still, his body betraying him with every small thrust of his hips. You take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks as you suck, your tongue working against the underside of his shaft as you slide him further into your mouth. His response is immediate — his body jerks, a strangled groan escapes him, and you feel his hands twitch as if he’s fighting the urge to reach out and grab you.
You reach up and intertwine your fingers with his, and in that simple gesture, a new layer of intimacy blooms between you. His grip is firm, almost desperate, as if holding your hand is the one thing grounding him in the intensity of the moment. It's no longer just about desire; it's something deeper, more vulnerable, a connection that transcends the physical. His thumb gently brushes over your knuckles, a soft, tender contrast to the raw passion swirling around you. That small touch, full of unspoken emotion, speaks louder than words ever could, reminding you both that this is more than just a fleeting moment — it’s a quiet, shared promise.
Jungkook’s breathing becomes even more ragged as you continue to take him deeper, your lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to push him closer to the edge. You can feel his restraint, the way he’s holding back, trying to stay in control despite the pleasure coursing through him.
He groans, your name slipping from his lips in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. You hum softly in response, the vibrations causing another moan to escape his lips. The combination of his hand in yours, his soft gasps, and the warmth of his skin beneath your touch creates an almost overwhelming sense of connection.
You pull off him with a soft, wet pop, leaving his cock glistening in the firelight. Your lips curve into a teasing smile as you drag your tongue slowly along the length of his shaft, watching his reaction. Jungkook’s breath catches, his body tensing with anticipation. When you reach his base, you let your tongue dip lower, tracing a path to his balls. You take your time, licking and teasing the sensitive skin before gently sucking them into your mouth.
The reaction is immediate — his hips jerk up involuntarily, a deep moan escaping him as his head falls back against the couch. His knuckles are white as he grips the cushions, and his fingers tighten around yours, the warmth of his touch grounding you in the moment. You keep your eyes on him, enjoying the way his face contorts with pleasure, his lips parting with a shuddering breath.
“Fuck,” he groans, voice rough and strained, the sound vibrating through the air, sending a thrill through you. His chest rises and falls heavily as you continue to pump his cock in your hand, your strokes slow and deliberate, matching the rhythm of your mouth as you suck gently on his balls.
You can feel the tension building in him, his body trembling slightly under your touch. His muscles are taut, straining as he tries to hold himself back, but you know he’s close. The soft, breathless curses he murmurs between groans let you know just how much you're driving him to the edge.
Jungkook’s mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more intoxicating than the last. The feel of your mouth wrapped around his cock is overwhelming, your lips warm and slick as they glide over him, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. But what makes his pulse race even more is the sight of you — the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms — on your knees before him, your eyes dark with desire, lips wet and swollen as you take him deeper.
He can barely process it. A part of him feels like he’s lost in a dream, but the grip of your hand on his thigh, the soft, wet sounds filling the air, and the heat of your mouth around him all ground him in reality. His fingers tighten around yours, the intimacy of your entwined hands a stark contrast to the lust coursing through him.
He can’t stop thinking about how utterly beautiful you look, your regal composure gone, replaced by raw want. It’s sinful, how he can feel his cock throbbing in your mouth while your crown sits not too far away, a reminder of who you are — his Queen. And yet, here you are, on your knees, giving yourself to him so completely.
And then there’s the thought of what comes next. His cock twitches at the idea of getting you beneath him, of spreading your legs wide and burying himself in your warmth. He’s desperate to feel you around him, to watch your face twist with pleasure as he takes you, over and over again.
But even with all those thoughts swirling in his mind, one thing keeps echoing louder than the rest: the sheer power of this moment. The Queen, on her knees, sucking his cock like she’s wanted this as much as he has.
The thought sends another wave of heat through his body. He’s barely holding on, every moan, every stroke of your tongue pushing him closer to the edge. His breaths come faster, more ragged, his hips beginning to move on their own, thrusting gently into your mouth. 
Before Jungkook can take control, you pull back, rising from the ground and denying him the release he craves with a teasing smile. His frustrated groan fuels your confidence as you straddle him again, your knees resting on either side of his hips. Your fingers intertwine with his, and you guide both of his hands behind his head, locking your arms around his neck. His arms cross behind him, muscles flexing as he fights to keep himself in check.
The intensity in his eyes is undeniable — burning with desire, frustration, and the raw need to touch you, yet restrained by the control you've taken. Every part of him is taut, his body tense beneath you, waiting, aching for your next move. His gaze never wavers, fixed on you with an almost desperate longing, as if the anticipation alone could undo him.
You lean in slowly, planting a soft kiss on his lips, then another on his cheek, your breath brushing his skin. His chest rises and falls against yours, the heat between you both building to a near unbearable height. Then, lips grazing his ear, you whisper in a low, sultry voice, “I want you to fuck me the way a Queen should be fucked.”
Your words send a shudder through him, his body reacting instantly to your challenge. The restraint he’s been holding onto falters, his breathing turning ragged, his grip tightening slightly on your hands. The dominance of your demand ignites something primal in him, the heat in his gaze searing into you.
"Your Grace..." Jungkook murmurs, his voice deep and breathless, the title slipping out before he can stop it, laced with a mix of reverence and raw, uncontained desire. The slip into formality catches him off guard, as if he’s forgotten to leave the titles behind along with his armor. His jaw clenches, the tension in his body palpable as his control begins to fray at the edges. His eyes burn into yours, dark and hungry, as if your very presence has set him ablaze, and now, all he can do is watch helplessly as the flames consume him.
You feel the tension in his body, the way he’s holding himself back, and you smirk, rolling your hips against him, letting the friction drive him further into madness. “Are you going to make me wait, or must I command you again?”
That’s all it takes. His resolve snaps. With a low, feral growl, Jungkook releases your hands and grabs you by the thighs, lifting you effortlessly in one fluid motion. You let out a surprised giggle, heart racing at how easily he’s carrying you across the room. His strength, his commanding presence — it’s intoxicating, making your body heat with anticipation.
With a mischievous grin, he throws you down onto the bed, your body bouncing softly against the mattress. Jungkook is on you in an instant, crawling over you with a predatory grace, his body looming above yours, eyes dark and filled with intent. His hands press into the mattress on either side of you, caging you beneath him. The weight of him, the way his muscles ripple as he moves, has your breath catching in your throat.
His lips hover just inches from yours, teasing, his breath hot against your skin as he whispers, “I’ll show you exactly how my Queen should be fucked.”
There’s a rough edge to his voice now, one that sends shivers down your spine. His hands trail down your sides, fingers curling around the fabric of your dress, pulling it up and over your head in one swift motion. He takes a moment to admire the sight of you beneath him, his gaze smoldering as he drinks in every inch of your bare skin.
With a slow, deliberate movement, Jungkook’s lips descend to your neck, trailing hot, open mouthed kisses down your throat, your collarbone, and lower still, as his hands grip your hips, holding you firmly in place. His touch is everywhere — greedy, relentless — stoking the fire that’s been building between you all night.
As his mouth moves lower, a soft moan escapes your lips, your body arching instinctively toward him, craving more. And just when you think you can’t take any more teasing, he pulls back, hovering above you once more, eyes dark with lust and promise.
Jungkook pulls off his tunic, standing before you, fully bare. His gaze is unwavering, filled with awe and raw desire as he drinks in the sight of you, every inch of your body drawing him in with quiet reverence. The heat of his stare is palpable, his lips parting slightly as his eyes travel from your breasts down to your stomach, pausing at the faint stretch marks left behind by your children. 
There’s no shame in his gaze, only admiration — those marks are a testament to your strength, the life you’ve brought into the world. His hand reaches out, hesitating for just a second before brushing over your skin, tracing the delicate lines with his fingertips, as if memorizing every detail. His touch is tender, contrasting the heat in his eyes, and the reverence in his expression makes your heart swell. 
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice hushed but filled with sincerity, almost as though he's speaking to himself. The way he looks at you makes your heart swell. There’s no hesitation in his gaze, no second thoughts — just pure admiration.
You can’t help but smile. Despite being nearly bare beneath him, you don’t feel vulnerable. You feel cherished, worshipped even, as if this wasn’t the first time he’s seen you like this. There’s a sense of ease between you, as if his presence was always meant to be like this — intimate and without fear. 
Jungkook leans in closer, his lips trailing down to your hip bone, placing a soft, lingering kiss there. The sensation is both grounding and electrifying, sending a shiver through your body. You glance down, meeting his gaze — intense and burning with desire, the kind of look that makes your heart race and your breath falter. In that moment, you can feel the fire behind his eyes, as if the world has fallen away and you're the only thing that matters.
Without breaking the connection, he lowers himself further, his lips finding the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. The kiss is soft, reverent, but full of promise, inching closer to the place where you crave his touch the most. Your breath catches in your throat, anticipation thick in the air, when he finally leans forward and presses a slow, deliberate kiss to your pussy through your soaking wet underwear.
A sharp gasp escapes your lips at the sudden contact, and instinctively, you lift your leg, gently pressing your foot against his shoulder to stop him from going further. His eyes flash with surprise, but there’s a glimmer of amusement in them as he looks up at you, waiting for your command.
“Maybe another time,” you murmur, your voice breathless but firm. “I want your cock.”
Your words hang in the air, heavy with anticipation, and Jungkook’s expression shifts, darkening with pure lust. He gives a low growl of approval, his hands gripping your thighs a little tighter as he quickly moves back up your body.
Jungkook wastes no time, his hands quick but careful as he pulls off your last piece of clothing and positions himself between your legs. His cock, already hard and slick with anticipation, brushes against your entrance, the warmth of him sending a ripple of electricity through your body. You can feel the tension in his muscles, every inch of him taut with restraint as he fights the urge to simply take you. He wants this moment to be more than just a rush of desire.
With a slow, deliberate nudge of his hips, he presses the tip of his cock against your core, the sensation both tantalizing and overwhelming. Your body reacts immediately, a soft gasp escaping your lips as he teases your entrance, the heat between you intensifying. His eyes are locked on yours, as if he’s savoring every second before fully sinking into you. 
Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him in closer, urging him to give you exactly what you’ve been yearning for. His lips crash onto yours in a heated kiss, the moment charged with raw, unspoken passion as he finally pushes into you.
“Oh Gods,” you moan, your back arching off the bed as the sudden stretch overwhelms you. Jungkook fills you completely, every inch of him pressing into you, making your breath hitch as your body adjusts to the delicious pressure. His movements slow for a moment, letting you feel every bit of him, the weight of his body grounding you as the heat between your legs spreads throughout your entire body.
Jungkook’s forehead drops to yours, his breathing ragged as he holds himself still, giving you a moment to adjust. "You feel so perfect," he groans, his voice thick with restraint. His hands roam your body, gripping your hips as though he needs to hold onto something to keep himself from losing control completely.
Your fingers slide up his back, nails grazing his skin as you tug him closer, desperate for more. "Move," you whisper, your voice trembling. "I need you."
That’s all it takes.
With a low growl, Jungkook begins to move, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in, the sensation sending waves of pleasure rippling through you. Each movement is deliberate, deep, and measured. Your moans mix with his breathless grunts, filling the room with the sounds of your shared desire.
Your legs tighten around his waist, pulling him deeper with every thrust. His pace quickens, and soon, he’s moving faster, harder, the rhythm building as the pleasure between you grows. Each thrust drives you closer to the edge, your moans growing louder, more desperate as you cling to him, completely lost in the moment. 
Jungkook’s lips find your neck, peppering kisses along your skin between ragged breaths. “You feel so good… so fucking good,” he pants, his hips snapping against yours with growing urgency. 
Your hands tangle in his hair, your body responding to his with a need that’s been simmering for so long, now finally unleashed. "Don’t stop," you moan, your voice shaky as the heat within you builds to a breaking point. 
Jungkook’s thrusts become erratic, his breath hot against your ear. "Don’t think I can stop," he chuckles, his words sending a shiver through you just as the first waves of release begin to crash over you. 
You kiss him eagerly, teeth grazing his bottom lip before tugging at it playfully. Jungkook groans into your mouth, his hips stuttering for a moment at the sensation. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, more heated as your hands pull him closer, your nails digging into his back.
He responds in kind, his lips crashing back onto yours, the intensity of his kiss matching the rhythm of his thrusts. He bites gently on your bottom lip in return, making you gasp into his mouth, your bodies completely in sync as the pleasure mounts between you.
Your kiss is a frenzy of passion, tongues dancing, breaths mingling, as every movement pulls you closer to the edge. You tug harder at his lip, and he growls low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your lips and sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through your veins.
Jungkook’s pace becomes relentless, his control slipping as he loses himself in you. “The day of the Kingsguard posting,” he starts breathlessly, his voice low and rough as he thrusts into you. “When you walked onto the balcony… I saw you. Thought you were so pretty. So, so pretty.”
His words, spoken between ragged breaths, send a shiver down your spine, making you arch closer into him. You gasp, your hands clutching onto his shoulders as his confession wraps around you like a heated secret. The intensity in his eyes as he speaks, as he moves inside you, is overwhelming — his vulnerability laid bare, a part of himself he’s never shared with anyone else.
“I shouldn’t have thought it,” he continues, his voice thick with desire and restraint as his pace quickens, “but I couldn’t help it. I wanted you from that moment.”
You feel your heart pound in your chest, not just from the pleasure but from his raw honesty. Your lips part, but no words come out, only breathless moans as he pushes you closer to the edge. His hands tighten on your waist, his lips brushing your ear.
“I never thought I’d have you like this,” he whispers, his voice rough with awe and hunger, each word laced with the weight of unspoken desire. “But now that I do… I’m never letting go.”
His confession wraps around you, sending a shiver through your body as his movements become more intense. The passion in his eyes, the way his body presses into yours, has you spiraling, lost in the heat between you.
You raise a trembling hand, gently brushing his hair back, your fingertips lingering against his skin. “I’m yours,” you breathe, the words slipping from your lips like a vow.
The way his eyes darken, the way his grip tightens on you, tells you he’s heard it loud and clear. And in this moment, you know he’ll hold onto that promise as tightly as he holds onto you.
He laughs out a moan at this. His pace quickens, his thrusts deeper, harder, each one sending you spiraling further. Your moans mix with his, filling the room, the sound of skin against skin only adding to the fire between you. His hands roam your body, memorizing every curve, every inch of you like it’s the last time.
“I’m so close,” he whispers, his voice strained, his body trembling as he fights for control. His forehead presses against yours again, his eyes searching yours, desperate, as if he’s asking for permission to lose himself in you.
You nod, your own release building, teetering on the edge. “Cum with me,” you breathe, your voice shaky, your heart pounding in your chest. “Please.”
With a few more deep, powerful thrusts, you feel Jungkook’s body tense as he releases into you, a low groan escaping his lips. The sensation triggers your own climax, waves of pleasure crashing through you as your body tightens around him. You gasp, arching against him, your hands clutching at his back as you ride out the overwhelming sensations together.
His name tumbles from your lips in a soft moan, and he buries his face into the crook of your neck, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. For a moment, the world outside fades — it's just the two of you, tangled together, hearts pounding in sync, as you both come down from your highs.
He doesn’t move right away, his weight still pressed against you, his hands tracing slow, soothing circles on your hips as he catches his breath. You can feel his heart beating wildly against your chest, a silent reminder of the intensity you just shared.
Finally, Jungkook picks his head up from your chest, his dark eyes soft as they meet yours. He leans in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss, just because he finally can. It feels different now, with no hesitation between you, just pure connection. After pulling away, he shifts to lay beside you, pulling you against his chest, your bodies fitting together perfectly. 
You lie there in comfortable silence for a while, both of you catching your breaths, the calm after the storm. Jungkook’s fingers absentmindedly trace shapes on your back, lulling you into a peaceful haze. But then, he breaks the quiet with a teasing tone.
“Did I exceed your expectations, my Queen?” His voice is low and playful, a soft chuckle escaping him.
You laugh, swatting his chest lightly. “Arrogant, are we?” 
But you don’t let him respond. Instead, you sit up, straddling his waist once again, your grin mischievous as you lean down to kiss him, deeper this time, your lips lingering against his. 
“Might need to go again to give you a wholehearted answer,” you say with a smirk, looking down at the man who looks far too comfortable in your bed — a man who, by all means, shouldn’t be here.
His eyes widen for a moment before a slow, wicked grin spreads across his face, matching your energy. He chuckles, his hands gripping your waist firmly, his desire evident.
Jungkook knew that once the children were tucked safely into bed, these sneaky nights with you would be his favorite part of the day — full of far more excitement than he’d ever imagined.
Tumblr media
The days stretched on like endless hourglasses, the sand moving far too slowly. Every moment of the daylight hours was consumed by anticipation, the constant pull of wanting the sun to sink and the moon to rise. It was during the night, when Jungkook would slip quietly into your chamber, that the world finally felt right.
Whether it was tangled sheets, quiet conversations, soft laughter, or simply lying in each other’s arms, those moments with him were the highlight of your days — only second to the joy of your children’s smiles, of course. But with Jungkook, time seemed to bend, each night feeling like a stolen treasure that you cherished more with every passing hour.
As much as you despised the act of walking past Jungkook during the day, pretending he wasn't your lover at night, the thrilling game of trying not to get caught was undeniably fun.
The secret, the tension of it, had its own special allure. Yet, there were moments when the near misses took a more terrifying turn.
Like that one time.
You'd been soaking in a bath, the water warm and fragrant with bubbles, the steam swirling around you like a blanket of comfort. But Jungkook, always unpredictable, had snuck in without a sound. Before you could even protest, he was stripping himself bare, sliding into the tub with you, the sudden shift in water making a small splash as he settled in.
Laughter filled the room as water overflowed, but that quickly faded into a mix of heavy breaths, wet skin, and the sound of sloppy kisses. Jungkook's hands gripped your waist as he leaned back, his head resting against the tub's edge, eyes locked on you. Your hips moved in sync, the sound of water splashing and your soft moans combining with his groans, creating a rhythm that made your heart race.
Then, just as the heat between you both reached its peak, a knock at the door shattered the moment. It was so sudden and unexpected that Jungkook's hand shot up, covering your mouth before you could release a gasp, freezing you in place. Your breath caught, heart pounding in your chest.
"Your Grace, I have your warm towels," came a muffled voice from the other side of the door. The maid sounded so oblivious, so unaware of what was actually happening just beyond the wooden barrier.
Jungkook didn't move a muscle, still as stone, his hand resting over your lips as his eyes met yours with a mischievous glint. Slowly, he lifted his hand, urging you to speak.
"J- just leave them at the door," you stammered, trying to keep your voice steady, though your heartbeat betrayed your calm facade. "I’ll grab them once I'm finished."
Jungkook stifled a chuckle, clearly finding the entire situation amusing as though it was nothing more than a joke to him. But you knew better. This was dangerous, reckless, and could cost both of you far more than just embarrassment.
"Very well, Your Grace," came the maid's voice, before the sound of her footsteps faded into the distance.
The moment she was gone, you slapped Jungkook's chest, eyes narrowed in mock fury. "We could've been caught," you said, your voice laced with both exasperation and something else — something darker, more thrilling. But the smile that tugged at your lips betrayed your feigned seriousness.
Jungkook grinned, his chest rising and falling with a quiet chuckle, as he pulled you back toward him, the playful tension still lingering in the air.
Because nights with Jungkook were always too short, he made sure to steal as many kisses and playful winks during the day as possible. The fleeting moments shared between you were like stolen treasures, hidden in plain sight.
Whenever the children finished their lessons, Jungkook was quick to position himself in front of the door to the next room they’d move into, knowing you'd soon follow, eager to check on them and hear about what they’d learned. Each time, like clockwork, you’d approach, ready to step past him, only for him to block your way with a teasing grin.
“Let me in,” you’d whine softly, unable to hide the smile tugging at your lips.
He’d simply point to his cheek, signaling for a kiss as if he were making a royal decree. You’d roll your eyes but play along, leaning in. Just as your lips brushed his cheek, he’d turn his head swiftly, catching your kiss on his lips instead.
Your heart would race as you quickly pecked his lips once more, a mixture of thrill and worry filling you at the thought of someone walking down the corridor and catching you both. With a final flustered glance at him, you’d hurry into the chamber to join your children, trying to maintain your composure as you asked them about their day.
Meanwhile, Jungkook would stand tall outside the door, his expression serious, as though he was merely guarding the room. But the sparkle in his eyes and the lingering hint of a smile betrayed him, the playful mischief still present even as he forced himself to appear composed.
The only person who knew about your secret relationship with Jungkook was Atticus. You’d confided in him, and he had been overjoyed to learn he’d been right all along. He had always suspected something, but hearing it from you only fueled his excitement and pride at being in on the secret.
Jungkook’s devotion to you went far beyond his duty as a knight. On the surface, he played his role flawlessly, always by your side, always vigilant. To everyone else, he was simply your loyal protector, the ever watchful guard who would give his life without question. But beneath that armor, beneath the stern facade he wore in public, his loyalty ran much deeper.
He wasn’t just devoted to you as his Queen; he was devoted to you as the woman he loved, with a fierce, unshakable passion that transcended titles or obligations. Every time he stood by your side, it wasn’t just as your sworn knight but as the man who would do anything to keep you safe, even if it meant loving you in secret for the rest of his life.
In the quiet moments, when the world wasn’t watching, his love shone through. The way his eyes softened when he looked at you, the way his fingers lingered just a moment longer when they brushed against yours, or the way his lips would curl into a faint smile when he caught you stealing glances at him. It was in the way he held you at night, after everyone else had gone to bed, his arms wrapping around you with a tenderness that spoke of a love so deep, words could never do it justice.
Jungkook didn’t need grand gestures or declarations of love. His devotion was in the small things, the quiet sacrifices, the way he protected you not just with his sword but with his heart. Every glance, every touch, every whispered word in the darkness was a testament to his unwavering loyalty — not to the crown, not to his duty, but to you.
And though the world might never see the depth of his devotion, you felt it every day. In the way he watched over you, in the way he shielded you from not only physical threats but from the weight of loneliness that sometimes crept in. He was your protector, not just in body but in spirit.
As the years passed, your secret love remained hidden, but his devotion never wavered. No matter the risks, no matter how many times you had to pretend in public that he was nothing more than a knight, Jungkook’s heart was yours, fully and completely.
In the end, it didn’t matter that the world would never know the truth. You knew. You saw the way he loved you, not just as a knight sworn to protect you but as a man devoted to your heart, forever bound to you in a way that went beyond duty or title.
And in that devotion, you found your peace. Because you knew, no matter what happened, Jungkook would always be by your side — not just as your protector but as your lover, your confidant, and the one person who truly understood the depths of your soul.
Tumblr media
© voyter 2024, all rights reserved.
2K notes · View notes
lcvclywon · 7 months ago
Text
In another universe
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
back to masterlist
synopsis ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 You swore the next time you saw Sunghoon you would cuss him out and turn a cold shoulder. But when he suddenly appears at your apartment door one night, drunk and desperate, you find yourself faltering
now playing > •၊၊||၊|။||||| 0:10 difficult - gracie abrams, anaheim -niki, hope ur okay - olivia rodrigo
warnings ˎˊ˗ cursing, crying, fighting, kissing, mentions of hoon being emotionally unavailable, mentions of breaking up, heavyyyy angst, mentions of alcohol, mentions of being drunk, mentions of children, open ending, use of the word masochist once, pet names
genre ⭑.ᐟ hurt to ??
pairings: non-idol ex!sunghoon x female reader
wc ᵎᵎ 1.28k
thoughts frm yuya 💭 fun fact this was actually based off a convo i had with my ex!!!!!! 😁😁😁 so! hit kinda close to home guys! anyways angst is actually so fun to write i won't even lie...
Tumblr media
You had just finished taking a shower when you heard a few gentle and quiet knocks coming from your door, barely audible but loud enough for you to hear them. Hand still intertwined in your wet hair in an attempt to dry it, you peered out the peephole to check who was disturbing you at this hour. 
Fuck. 
Out of all the people you didn’t want to see, Park Sunghoon was at the top of that list. Yet there he stood, eyes heavy and lidded, hair a mess, and gaze averted on the floor, yet you could tell his eyes were plagued with desperation. And even though you so badly wanted to ignore him standing out there hopelessly, a small part of you wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself if you had done that. 
Keeping the door ajar you squeezed your head between the gap, his eyes immediately darted to your own. Fuck, you shouldn’t have done this. You knew you shouldn’t have done this because the moment his eyes met yours you felt the all-so-familiar sense of longing overcoming your soul, the sense of longing you’d been trying to fight off for 6 months; all for it to come crashing down on you again. Well, there goes half a year's worth of healing. 
“Sunghoon? What are you doing here?” 
“YN, I uh- I didn’t think you’d open up…” shit. His breath reeked of alcohol, of course, the only time he’d come to see you would be when he was drunk. 
“Are you drunk Sunghoon?” your words lingered with bitterness as they left your tongue 
“Just- just a bit…can I come in?” his eyes were still pleading, and that accompanied by the shaking of his voice would’ve been enough to break you. But you refused to let him do that again. 
“Sunghoon you’re drunk you really should just go home-” your hands fumbled at the doorknob as you tried to gently shut the door, but Sunghoon was quicker than you it seemed. 
“Please,” his hand reaching towards your own, “I’ll be good.” fuck. 
You hated how easily you faltered under his words, his gaze, his touch. You hated it so badly, yet you allowed yourself to do so every. single. time.
Begrudgingly you opened the door fully to let him drunkenly stumble in, collapsing at the end of your bed. A scene all too familiar that haunted you in your sleep. You swore you would never let Sunghoon back into your life, that the next time you saw him you would spit insults in his face and stand your ground, yet with one touch of the wrist the defences you raised for yourself seemed to be built upon sand. 
Seating yourself at the edge of your bed you allowed yourself to gingerly run your fingers through his hair, you missed this. However, that was all the more reason why you shouldn’t be doing this. Shouldn’t be allowing yourself to hurt again, just at the expense of a few fleeting moments of serenity. 
“Why are you here drunk Sunghoon?” 
“I,” he propped himself up, allowing him to stare into your glossy eyes, “I don’t really know. I got kinda drunk and- fuck I couldn’t stop thinking about you love.”
Love, fuck you hated how naturally it rolled off his tongue. “Don’t call me that.” 
“Sorry…” he mumbled hazily, “Don’t you miss it though?”
You did. “No.”
“Well I do, I miss you YN. I miss all of this, your hugs, your voice, your touch, your anger. Fuck, I miss being scolded by you after drinking actually, it’s weird right, maybe I’m a masochist.” he said with a small grin
“Hoonie come on-” Hoonie, you didn’t even mean to say it yet the words seemed to come out of you like it was an instinct. 
“I missed that too,” he cut in as his hand slowly drew circles around your knuckles, “Shit YN I missed you so much” his eyes slowly started to well up with tears, a few threatening to drip down. You hated how your heart still held a soft spot for him, but you hated seeing him cry even more. 
“Hoon don’t cry.” your hands reached over to cup his face, fuck if this was all so wrong why did it feel so right. Like your hand belonged there. 
“YN- fuck,” now he really was crying “I really do love you.”
Do, present tense. “Just because you loved me doesn’t mean I felt loved by you” 
The memories you tried so hard to repress suddenly flooded all back to you, the arguments, the sleepless nights, the cold glares. The reason you broke up in the first place. You tried your hardest to forget that night, the shouts between you two that filled up your apartment, the way his words pierced through your heart like a spear, the way he walked out so easily. All to just walk back into your heart like he owned the place. Fuck he did own your heart though, he never stopped owning it. 
“I’m sorry YN. I’m so so sorry, I should’ve been better. I can be better. Please, I’ll love you the way you’re meant to be loved. I won’t shut you out anymore, fuck I never should’ve. I just- please, I can’t keep living without you. I haven’t been living without you-” he was practically sobbing now. “Please YN, I mean it.”
You wiped away the tears running down his cheeks, seeming to not notice how your eyes were stinging with tears as well. “Hoonie I miss you too but, we can’t keep hurting each other like this. We aren’t good for each other” 
“We were good YN. It was so so good, I just fucked it up. Please give me a chance, I can be better.” 
Your brain told you to block out his words; and deny everything that was coming out of his mouth, but your heart seemed to overpower those commands. “It wasn’t just you Hoonie, I could’ve been better too-” 
“No you were perfect.” he blurted out cutting you off, “I never stopped loving you. Can’t we just, start over?” desperation was an understatement to describe him, god he was a pleading mess. 
You could practically hear your own heart-shattering. “I never stopped loving you either Hoonie. But you’re drunk right now, let’s just talk about this in the morning ‘kay?” 
“Okay but, can I please sleep here?” 
No, he shouldn’t. “Sure hoon”
Sunghoon made his way to the top of your bed, arm reaching out signalling you to come over. A signal you regretfully accepted. You nested yourself between his arms, breathing in his cologne while his chin rested on the top of your head. You hated this, fuck you hated how natural this felt. You hated how easily you could melt into his touch, his words, his scent. You hated how badly you loved it. 
“I love you, my YN” his breath slightly hitched before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. 
You tried ignoring the lump in your throat but it was no use, the next words that came out of your mouth were swallowed with sniffles and quiet sobs “I love you too hoonie”
Maybe in another universe, you two could’ve talked everything out. Maybe you two could have reconciled and lived happily together again. Maybe the 4 years of dating didn’t disappear in one night. Maybe you two could’ve gotten married like he said. Maybe you lived in a nice 2-bedroom house in the countryside, dogs running around the yard whilst you both basked in the sunlight. Maybe you would have actually had the child you fantasised about. 
Maybe, just maybe, Sunghoon would’ve been there when you woke up the next morning.
Tumblr media
perm taglist! (send an ask to be added) @floweryang @cupidhoons @msauthor
456 notes · View notes
queenofallimagines · 11 months ago
Text
Blue lock NSFW HCs
Tumblr media
A/n: so since I’ve let this anime take over my life completely I feel I’m overqualified to give better hcs and since I don’t have a specific scenario in this is general headcanons💕 (pls request blue lock I have brainworms)
Tumblr media
Blue lock:
Tumblr media
- off the bat isagi telling us he has a thigh fetish is so real it me he keeps his hands on your thigh at all times
- Really one hand on the steering wheel the other just barely in your pants fingering you
- They all kinda got that sauce in ‘em yk?
- Isagi can say “pretty thing” or “sweetness” in that low ass voice and it will have you on your knees
- NAGI CALLING YOU PRETTY
- Idk WHERE that shit came form but every fic he just calls you pretty and that’s def canon that man is 6”3 so hear me out
- This big ass man who’s usually lazy and barely paying attention putting in that work on you, keeping you pressed into the bed with his full body weight
- Mumbling in your ear in his monotone voice that’s just one octave lover
- “Cmon pretty, gunna come f’me?” he’s looking at you with his egoist eyes
- Will have you in between him and Reo
- Sorry but that’s just as canon as bachira and isagi it’s gunna happen at LEAST once
- Seishiro can run with the best of them w that ego too like he says he’s a pacifist but he’s squared up first on someone like 4 times😭
- He Probably offhandedly mentions something about you in convo with Reo and you’re done for
- They’re like gaming or something and you walk into the room
- “I’ll prove it- hey come here for a sec” and now all of a sudden you’re seated in between his delicious thighs being fingered open by nagi in front of Reo like he’s giving a tutorial😭
- I see y’all’s saying Reo would do that for inexperienced nagi but I raise you that Reo only has casual flings and has been intimate with nagi so he’s not used to their duo being a trio
- Nagi spreading your legs keeping them wide open for Reo to see everything while he leans over your shoulder and makes sure he’s focused on what he’s doing
- Something something good with his givers because gamer
- He’s working you open with his huge fingers almost unbothered by the fact that your squirming and grabbing at his arm
- Reo is a little flustered but he’s def paying attention
- They’re acting like they’re talking about the weather like you not gushing all over his fingers
- Makes you cum like three times this way before he says “Reo is pretty good with his tongue, can he have a taste too?”
- Nagi and his crazy stamina will not let you rest!
- RIN! My beloved baby boy!
- He’s a FREAK like freaky NASTY and mean about it too!
- Little slow on the uptake but once you really start learning about each other he’s working out all his frustrations on you
- Not very emotive but he’s blunt so he will make his feelings perfectly clear
- Brat tamer by default bc you push his buttons
- “Keep that same energy when I get you alone”
- Fucks you in the locker rooms
- Likes you wearing his jersey while he does it
- Had hella pictures and videos of it too that you don’t remember him taking😭
- Keep him company on his long away games💕
- Everyone knows he’s having good sex bc he has scratch marks all over his back and dares someone to say shit about them
- Since like every single one of his dispositions is bc of Sae you have to be patient with him
- The itoshi issue is that they will have conflicts in their head, decide what YOU are gunna say and make choices silently based off that
- Like bitch if you don’t TALK TO ME??
- Rin will not start the convo and avoid you in a fight bc in his mind he fucked up and you never want to see him again but like did I say that??
- You gotta go to him and be like say what the fuck you’re thinking :/
- Both the itoshi brothers are rough
- Rin will use his insane stamina to fuck you right to sleep like he’s trying to watch a game stop playing w him
- Probably end up fucking you with or in-front of isagi
- One thing about Rin Itoshi is that he has something to prove always
- Sae and shidou you already know lmao
- My favs?? Come the fuck ON they have nasty ass sex daily
- Sae count your fucking days bc imma best your ass 😐
- However,,, the dynamic between him and Ryusei is too tasty to ignore
- Sae and his butt fetish will usually do anal if you’re taking both of them at once
- His dick is really pretty you and shidou have full length discussions about it and he is TIRED
- Sae likes to think he has you two on a leash and for the most part he kinda does
- But you might as well be on demon time too bc once you and Ryusei tag them
- Him??
- The great cold and calculated Sae Itoshi the gem of Japan will be a whiny little Bitch
- Likes to piss you off so you’ll be rough with him and Shidou right there with you
- You’re both fed up with his shit so you decide to punish him
- You edging him while Ryu fucks him mercilessly
- Imagine you’re riding him reverse cowgirl and shidou is fucking him so hard and deep he can’t breathe
- You two doing that whole outwardly ignoring him kissing while he wants you to pay attention to him clawing at your lower back and hips
- Moaning out “sorry” and babbling nonsense
- Cums a lot and it’s thick in consistency
- Whimpers when you and shidou taste him on each other and he can’t kiss either of you
- Tears steaming down his face while he struggles to keep his eyes from rolling back and can barely even say what he wants because he’s moaning so much
- Aftercare is so cute bc you both clean him up and give him as many kisses as he wants
- That really fixes his attitude LMAO
- Isagi can get pretty try mean too you trigger that ego and he’s just as ruthless as he is in the field
- “You think I’m gunna let you cum after you spent all day on my nerves? Be serious”
- He’s big on eye contact
- Will sit back in a chair and stare at you as he makes you ride him with no help
- “Go on, you wanted it, ain’t you?”
- Spanks you hard
- Chigiri hyoma is HUNG
- like oh my god pretty face huge dick
- People paint him as like corset when he’s like really mild mannered and mean? Lmao his egoist profile even says he’s mean
- He’s blunt and says exactly what he means
- If “okay?? AND??” Was a person😭
- Will get choked up if you kiss the scar on his knee when you go down on him
- “Cmon you can take more than that can’t you?”
- He can go fast but likes going slow and deep
- Really savor the moment
- Wants to feel every second of you going up and down his dick
- Meanie!!
- “You’re creaming around me already and I’ve barely made it all the way in”
- Preps you really good before hand too that’s like mandatory even if you’re ready he’s going to have you cum on his tongue or fingers first
- Gets pussy drunk a lot and ends up fucking himself into overstimulation
- Liked his hair pulled on
- Barou? Whew the king definitely deserves that title!
- A big fan of slow and deep like Chigiri
- Will make you face him as he fucks up into you
- “Quit wining and take it, you’re the one who kept begging for me to fuck you all day”
- Will clean the sheets fully after sex like lmao he’s changing the whole bed
- Let’s see hiori too! People like to say the self proclaimed “ultra sadist” as like just a bottom all the time
- He’s more mean and doesn’t care about it
- “Ow! That kinda hurt!”
- “Hm? Good”
- Big fan of face fucking
- Shidou alone is very baby
- I’m his defense lawyer yall like he’s an aquifer taste so you can not like him
- But that’s your fault and a skill issue💅🏿✨
- He’s the unhinged very soon of isagi very emotionally intelligent and can read a room
- He simply does not CARE about others
- Very ‘if people are going to isolate me then I’ll push them away’ vibes
- Like he rly has a connection w the whole cast minus rin and kunigami
- If he hadn’t took a kick at isagi him and bachira would be besties!🥺
- They understand the same type of loneliness
- Back to the horny
- He will split you open on his cock any time of the day
- He’s very god at anatomy and chemistry like look at how tf he talks
- HES LITERALLY A STRAIGHT A STUDENT!
- Has a breeding kink in canon
- “If you keep my cum inside you for the whole game I’ll eat it out of you when we win”
- Cock bastard also
- Rin def walked in on you two once and it haunts him
- Seeing your face utterly fucked out not caring that you’re both locking eyes while shidou who’s blissfully unaware keeps bullying his fat cock into you against the lockers🤭
- He can’t look you in the face for like a month lol
- Chigiri like pegging and kunigami can suck dick rly well
- Don’t ask me how ik I just KNOW Mr. Bisexual representation has had a relationship with a guy who he was intimate with
- Bachira likes to paint your face white
- Loved seeing you with his cum on your face
- Won’t tell you he’s close when you suck him off on purpose sometimes
- “Oops, my bad! You do look pretty like this tho☺️” be so the fuck fr
578 notes · View notes
dee-writes-angst · 7 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
FORGET ME NOTS (Chapter Two)
FEATURING Eris Vanserra x pregnant!reader
SUMMARY settling into The Autumn Court is scary and intimidating especially when a certain fire-blooded male takes a liking to you.
CONTENT WARNINGS vague descriptions of smut, mentions of abuse, Beron (yeah, yall, he's mentioned), Ianthe (cough, cough), vulnerable convos, flashbacks to calanmai, pregnancy, sad Eris :(
AUTHORS NOTE I know this is much shorter than the first chapter, but when I say I struggled to write this chapter, I mean I STRUGGLED. Anywho, I apologize if you guys feel like the pacing of this chapter is kind of fast, I was trying to get a lot of information in all at once so we could move on to the good stuff. Hope you enjoy ;)
SERIES MASTERLIST
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
As dawn broke over the Autumn Court, the first rays of sunlight crept through the tall, arched windows of my chamber, casting a warm glow that promised a new day. Despite the beauty it heralded, my heart was heavy with secrets I carried, especially now, facing the prospect of daily walks with Eris—a constant reminder of the brother he did not know he shared with me in such a profound way.
Tumblr media
I found Eris waiting in the courtyard, his posture relaxed against the cool morning air that whispered through the turning leaves. His presence was both a comfort and a curse, wrapped in the guise of courtly duty.
“Good morning,” he greeted, his voice carrying that ever-present hint of mischief that seemed less charming today, more a wall I needed to scale or perhaps fortify.
I mustered a smile, tight-lipped and brief. “Eris.”
He seemed to notice my cool demeanor, his eyebrows lifting slightly in amusement—or was it challenge? “Shall we begin?”
The gardens of the Autumn Court were undoubtedly beautiful, but I walked beside Eris with a stiffness in my shoulders, an invisible armor against the potential wounds of getting too close. Every step was a reminder of the line I walked, balancing between necessity and fear.
“It’s beautiful here,” I commented, a safe observation as we passed a sprawling bed of flowers, their vibrant hues a stark contrast to the muted turmoil within me.
“It is,” he responded, his eyes briefly meeting mine before returning to the path ahead. “The court has its ways of ensnaring you with beauty, all the while hiding its thorns.”
I couldn’t help but snort softly at that. “Sounds familiar,” I muttered, more to myself than to him.
Eris caught the words, though, and his smile deepened. “Indeed. But sometimes, we find that even thorns have their purpose.”
We walked in silence for a few moments, the only sounds the rustle of leaves and the distant call of court birds. I felt his gaze on me several times, curious or calculating, I couldn’t tell.
“About last night—” I began, but Eris raised a hand, halting my words.
“Today, let’s set aside the past and dealings of courts for now. Let’s walk, talk, and be unburdened, at least for a moment.”
Reluctantly, I nodded, accepting the temporary ceasefire.
Our path took us deeper into the garden, where the foliage grew thicker and the outside noises fell away. Here, the air was cooler, the shadows deeper, and the sense of seclusion more pronounced. Eris seemed more at ease in this part of the garden, his steps unhurried, his eyes occasionally catching the light in a way that softened the usual sharpness.
"This is one of my favorite parts of the garden," he shared, his voice almost contemplative. "There's a peace here that's hard to find elsewhere in the court."
I looked around, taking in the dense greenery that enveloped us, the serene quiet. "It's like a different world," I admitted.
"Yes," he agreed, his gaze lingering on a particularly dense cluster of trees. "A world apart, where one can forget, if only for a moment, the burdens waiting beyond those trees."
As we walked, the conversation slowly shifted from the impersonal — comments on the weather and the garden — to more personal territory. Eris spoke of his childhood in the court, his voice tinged with a nostalgia that painted a picture of a boy who had run through these very paths, wild and unburdened.
I listened, the stories painting a picture of a different Eris, one who had existed before the weight of the court had fully settled upon his shoulders. It was in these stories that I found myself drawn in, my guard lowering just a notch as I began to see the man beneath the prince.
Our walk led us to a secluded spot with a bench overlooking a tranquil pond, a favorite retreat of Eris’s by his own admission. "I come here to think," he said as we sat. "Today, I wanted to share it."
Something in his tone, a rare note of sincerity, made me glance at him. "Thank you," I said quietly, the weight of my secrets making the words heavier than intended.
"Everyone needs a sanctuary," he replied, his voice low, almost reflective. "Perhaps, for now, this can be ours."
As we sat together, the morning light softening around us, a part of me wanted to believe in the sanctuary he offered. But the secrets I held tightened like a noose around my thoughts, a constant reminder of the stakes at play.
For now, this truce would have to do—a brief respite in a garden of hidden thorns.
Tumblr media
In the quiet embrace of the garden, Eris and I sat together on a weathered stone bench, enveloped by a tranquil stillness that seemed to stretch on for eternity. The morning sun had just begun its ascent, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow upon the verdant landscape around us. The delicate fragrance of cherry blossoms lingered in the air, mingling with the earthy scent of damp soil and the distant melody of chirping birds.
For what felt like an eternity, we remained ensconced in a shared silence, each lost in our own thoughts amidst the serene beauty of our surroundings. The weight of unspoken words hung heavy between us, a silent barrier that seemed to grow with each passing moment.
As the sun climbed higher in the sky, casting long shadows across the garden, I could no longer bear the oppressive weight of my thoughts in silence. The chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves seemed to mock my inner turmoil, urging me to break free from the suffocating grip of my fears.
Finally, unable to endure the silence any longer, I mustered the courage to speak. "Eris?" The sound of my voice was barely more than a whisper, carried away on the gentle breeze that caressed the garden.
At the sound of his name, Eris stirred from his contemplative reverie, his eyes slowly opening to meet mine. There was a fleeting moment of recognition in his gaze, as if he had been expecting this interruption all along.
He regarded me with a cool detachment, a silent question lingering in the depths of his gaze. It was as though he were silently urging me to articulate the thoughts that had weighed so heavily upon my mind.
Summoning all of my courage, I pressed on, knowing that his patience was not limitless. "I need to speak with you," I said, my voice steadier now, though the weight of my confession hung heavy in the air.
For a moment, there was silence between us once more, the only sound the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze. Then, with a subtle nod of acknowledgment, Eris inclined his head, granting me permission to unburden myself of the secrets that had long weighed upon my soul.
Tumblr media
(Calanmai, Fifteen Weeks Ago)
The night of Calanmai unfolded like a grand spectacle, a symphony of sights and sounds that swept through the Spring Court like wildfire. In the heart of the courtyard, beneath a sky ablaze with stars, I found myself ensnared in a whirlwind of tradition and temptation, drawn inexorably towards a destiny I could not yet fathom.
As the festivities reached their crescendo, a hush fell over the gathered throng, anticipation crackling in the air like static electricity. All eyes turned to the dais at the center of the courtyard, where Lucien Vanserra, with his mane of fiery hair and eyes that glinted like shards of emerald, stood poised to perform the Rite—the ancient ritual that ensured the flow of natural magic within the Spring Court.
I watched from the edge of the crowd, my heart pounding in rhythm with the pulsating beat of the drums that echoed through the night. Beside me, Ianthe, with her golden locks and beguiling smile, whispered honeyed words in Lucien's ear, her intentions veiled behind a facade of innocence and charm.
But I knew the truth—the truth that lurked beneath the surface, like a serpent coiled in the shadows, waiting to strike. And so, with a courage born of desperation and defiance, I stepped forward, offering myself as a sacrifice to protect Lucien from the machinations of those who sought to use him as a pawn in their deadly game.
Lucien's eyes widened in surprise and disbelief, his gaze searching mine for the truth hidden beneath the surface. And in that moment, I saw the flicker of gratitude and something deeper—a spark of hope amidst the darkness that threatened to engulf us both.
Together, we slipped away from the crowd, seeking refuge in the sanctuary of the forest that bordered the Spring Court. In the darkness, illuminated only by the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the canopy above, we found solace in each other's arms, our bodies moving in a dance of desperation and desire.
With hesitant hands, Lucien reached out to me, his touch tentative yet determined. There was a solemnity in his gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the sacrifice we were both willing to make in the name of saving the Spring Court from impending doom. Each movement was deliberate, as if he were navigating uncharted waters, unsure of what lay ahead.
As he undressed me, his fingers trailed feather-light over my skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. The air crackled with anticipation, heavy with the weight of unspoken words and unfulfilled desires. There was a raw intensity to our connection, a primal need that pulsed beneath the surface, driving us forward even as we teetered on the edge of uncertainty.
Our kisses were slow and languid, each one a silent plea for understanding, for absolution. And as our bodies moved together in a dance as old as time itself, I felt a sense of surrender wash over me, a letting go of the fears and doubts that had plagued me for so long.
With each touch, each caress, we explored the depths of each other's souls, seeking solace in the midst of chaos. And as he spilled his essence inside me, there was a sense of release, a letting go of the burdens that had weighed so heavily upon us.
In the aftermath, we lay entwined beneath the moonlit sky, our breaths mingling in the stillness of the night. There was a peace in that moment, a fleeting respite from the storm that raged around us. And as we lay there, lost in each other's arms, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us—for the Spring Court, for our people.
But such thoughts were for another time, another place. In that moment, there was only us, two souls bound together by circumstance and necessity, seeking solace in the midst of turmoil.
Tumblr media
(Autumn Court, Present Day)
"What is it, little fox?" Eris's voice, gentle yet tinged with curiosity, pierced the tranquil stillness of the autumnal garden, drawing me from the depths of my reverie. The morning sun, a soft orb of golden light, filtered through the crimson leaves of the ancient oak tree under which we sat, casting a warm glow over the secluded corner of the courtyard.
Eris reclined on the stone bench with an air of effortless grace, his features masked in an enigmatic veil of indifference. His gaze, like liquid mercury, bore into mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine, as if he could discern the turmoil that churned within me with unsettling ease.
For a moment, I hesitated, the weight of my confession heavy upon my tongue, like stones in a riverbed. The memory of Lucien, his absence a haunting specter in my heart, mingled with the uncertainty of what lay ahead, casting shadows over the fragile sanctuary we had found amidst the autumnal splendor.
Yet, despite the tempest of emotions that threatened to engulf me, there was an undeniable pull, a magnetic force that drew me inexorably towards Eris, compelling me to lay bare the truth that simmered beneath the surface.
"I—" I began, my voice trembling like the leaves that danced in the breeze, the words caught in the tangled undergrowth of my uncertainty. With a trembling hand, I reached for my tiny bump, a silent testament to the life growing within me, the fragile thread that bound me to a future fraught with peril.
"Eris… I'm scared," I confessed, the admission hanging heavy in the crisp autumn air, a fragile offering of vulnerability laid bare before him. Tears welled in my eyes, their crystalline trails reflecting the kaleidoscope of emotions that churned within me, a tempest threatening to tear me asunder.
It was a truth I had not yet found the courage to share, the truth about my unborn child, about Lucien, about the tangled web of emotions that threatened to ensnare me in their grasp. And yet, as I spoke the words aloud, I felt a sense of liberation wash over me, as if the act of vocalizing my fears had lifted a burden I had long carried in silence.
“I know,” Eris continued after a moment, his voice tinged with a quiet sadness. “When my mother would give birth, my father would have meetings with his counsel and continue about court like nothing important was happening, too caught up in his ambition to even consider loving her. He would leave her to suffer alone, to be in pain, awful pain, alone, while she brought his children into this world,” he took a breath, watching the branches of the great tree sway before looking back to the fountain sitting before us, water streaming softly and glinting in the light of the sun.
“So, once I was old enough to see how wrong it was, I joined her in the birthing rooms. I didn’t care how many times a nurse advised me against it, how much I was beaten afterwords by my father. It wasn’t about any of that. It was about her, it was about not being alone in a time of need, to not be consumed by darkness without a twinkle of light. My mother deserved better. Still does,” Eris sighs, resting his warm hand atop mine on the bench, giving it a small squeeze. “I can not promise profection, I can not promise relief, and I can not promise life, but I can promise that you will not walk in the darkness alone, that I will be right there, by your side as you scream and claw and cry until your babe joins this world. Just as I did for my mother.”
As he spoke, his warm hand found mine on the bench, offering a reassuring squeeze that spoke volumes more than words ever could. "I can't promise perfection," he continued, his gaze steady and unwavering. "I can't promise relief, or even life itself. But I can promise that you won't walk through the darkness alone. I'll be there, by your side, every step of the way."
As the last words of our shared confessions lingered in the air, the atmosphere seemed to soften, infused with a sense of understanding and acceptance. The ancient oak tree above us rustled gently, its branches swaying in a silent dance with the breeze, as if nature itself bore witness to the fragile bond we had formed in this secluded corner of the autumnal garden.
In that moment of quiet introspection, my gaze fell upon a delicate forget-me-not that had nestled itself amidst the fallen leaves at the base of the oak tree. Its petals, a soft shade of blue tinged with hues of violet, seemed to shimmer in the dappled sunlight, a beacon of fragility and resilience amidst the earthy backdrop of the garden.
A sense of recognition washed over me as I regarded the flower, its presence a poignant reminder of the vulnerability we had both shared in this fleeting moment of connection. Like the delicate bloom that dared to flourish amidst the harsh realities of autumn, we too had found strength in our shared vulnerability, forging a bond that transcended the barriers of fear and uncertainty.
With a gentle smile, I reached out to pluck the forget-me-not from its resting place, cradling it in the palm of my hand as a symbol of the bond we had forged amidst the chaos of our intertwined destinies. And as I turned to meet Eris's gaze, I knew that in this fleeting moment of shared vulnerability, we had found not only solace but hope, blooming like the delicate forget-me-not that dared to thrive amidst the changing seasons of our lives.
Tumblr media
TAGLIST
@purple-writer8 @defnotlucienvanserra @cherry-cin @julesofvolterra @mirandasidefics @mandziaaa @lilah-asteria @littlestw01f @skylarkalchemist @babypeapoddd @daardyrnitta
211 notes · View notes
raven-at-the-writing-desk · 12 days ago
Note
It's funny to watch you insist all the time you're not into L*ona and J‐Word and then roughly every 6 months you stage a takeover of the Sebek-Zigvolt-Defenders-Club and loudly and proudly proclaim he's the best boy actually and we should all love him.
In all seriousness, it was your thoughtful analyses that changed my mind about Sebek some months ago and I now also preach the good word about him. He's so loud and dumb and silly and I cry when we get more of his lore and personality revealed, so you're doing great work soldier 🫡
(P.S. Is this confirmation of the list of your favorite first, second, and third year? Two secretive schemers known for taking advantage of people and one tall, loud, loving croc boy with a big ol' heart😏)
[My two big Sebek analysis posts: here and here! Other Sebek analysis can be found in this masterlist.]
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
I insist I'm not into J word and L*ona because I am, in fact, not into them :) Trust, trust. I cannot tell a lie :))
Tumblr media
IS IT REALLY EVERY 6 MONTHS... If so, that's totally unintentional on my part 😂 If I put out a Sebek analysis, it's because there was an ask about him or there's been new official Twst content that I want to scream and shout about. Between Sebek, Jade, and Leona, I feel that Sebek is definitely the most easily understood and most disliked one, especially from the get-go. General opinion of him seems to have improved considerably thanks to book 7, but to this day I still remember the visceral hate he received because he was labelled a racist or loud or an ass-kisser or having no personality outside of liking Malleus. It was sad to see him getting trashed... so I guess I felt like someone had to defend his honor www (And to be clear, it's okay if you dislike Sebek!! Not everyone has to like him. I'm only saying that I don't agree with the opinion that Sebek is a shallow character.)
AAHHABIHFAHSFHQGTG830TQ3P9Nadfhubabyoifam;,; I'm happy that my analyses helped you to see him in a new light!! Again, Sebek truthers rise up ✊ He's a himbo, but he's OUR himbo...
I'd say that Leona is at the top of the third years for me, yeah. B-BUT NOT BECAUSE I LIKE HIM OR ANYTHING, GOT THAT???? It's mostly because I don't find most of the other third years that appealing to me. Jade faces much stiffer competition, since I like most of the second years. However, he manages to pull ahead of the rest of them by a smidge. It's actually Sebek that's fighting hard to keep the spot of my favorite first year; the other two I really like are Ace and Ortho. Ace fluctuates a lot though... While I do find his bratty personality cute (especially when he's doing vocal impressions of the other characters) and appreciate him having the gall to tell others off (regardless of power or social statuz disparity), I also find him very annoying and immature. So I guess it's actually Sebek versus Ortho, the more solid candidate. I think Ortho's relationship with his older brother is very sweet and, of course, tragic. I also love that he looks so innocent but has a deep capacity for violence (laser beam to the face, anyone?) and a strong curiosity to learn more about what it means to be human.
Assuming that Sebek, Jade, and Leona are my respective favorites of each year though 💀 They’re all freakishly tall and pretty muscular (sliding scale of least muscular J word to most muscular Sebek www)… Two big brains and there there’s just. The baby with brawn.
chsjwvjwjwow I mentioned this to some friends and here’s how that convo went:
Tumblr media
THIS WAs 100% UNINTENTIONAL… OTL
64 notes · View notes
cinnaleaf · 1 month ago
Text
ESSENCE OF US - CH 10: DIVA DOWN [ft. Jude]
Tumblr media
Please read responsibly. This fic will get hot and heavy as the story progresses, 18+ only MDNI | READ CH 9 | MASTERLIST | READ CH 11
summary: a fleeting encounter with a mysterious Trent leaves you wondering if fate is playing a bigger match. your paths continue to cross in unexpected places as the fragrances around you mirror the growing tension between you. maybe it's just a coincidence..or maybe its destiny in the making.
warnings: ANGST, language, mentions of anxiety, alcohol use, eventual smut in later chapter genre: angst, fluff, slow(ish) burn romance, brief smau wc: ~8.3k 💌: so chaotic but read the smau, fic lore included
Tumblr media
Trent eyed you from across the bar, his hands tightened around his glass while he watched you look unbothered and carefree. He thought maybe you would look his way, take in his outfit, and immediately come over to him. But it didn’t quite work out that way. You were on the other end of the venue, acting like the argument at the gala never happened, talking to a group of random guys you never seen before. You wanted to let Trent know he couldn’t stop you from doing what you wanted to do, you were independent. You didn’t need him. The conversation started off easily as the drinks started flowing, but it took an interesting turn the drunker everyone became. You didn’t know what was happening, but the alcohol had you rocking with it for now.
“You ever think…we’re in a simulation? And there’s just some sick fuck controlling us all?” one of the guys slurred, waving his drink around. 
“Uh…you mean like The Sims?” another guy said, his eyes wide. “But we’re the Sims?”
“YEAH! EXACTLY” the first guy shouted over the music, nodding frantically like he was waiting for someone else to come to the same realization. “You can’t tell me we’re all just on some floating rock. Someone’s gotta be controlling us.”
“Oh my god, you’re right!” You slapped the table and gasped, too intrigued by such a random conversation. “But..whoever is controlling me kind of sucks. They need to use cheat codes or something...my life is in shambles right now. Unless they enjoy my suffering?”
The conversation was innocent enough, but Trent’s jaw clenched watching you talk to the group. He was wondering who those guys were, and why you were so enmeshed in a conversation with them.
Jude raised an eyebrow, watching the scene unfold while leaning against the bar with Trent. “Bro..what did you do? Couldn’t even enjoy my joyride because of you.. now she’s chatting up the lads??”
Trent sighed and ran his hand over his face. “Said something stupid. I should’ve never said it.”
Jude shook his head, “She’s pissed..” He eyed you from across the room, protectiveness etched in his body language. Trent was like a brother to Jude, so naturally he became protective over you too. “You gonna let these guys keep at it?”
Trent’s gaze focused on you across the room as he watched you lean back, laughing a little too hard at something one of the men said. You were obviously drunk, and the conversation was nothing flirty or serious, but from Trent’s perspective it looked like you were having the time of your life – without him. He never saw you let loose like this before and he wished he could join in and laugh with you, but the circumstances were different. Instead, he was stuck at the bar sulking in his white outfit, looking like a surrender flag. All he wanted to do was talk to you and hold you close to him.
“I’m watching bro.” Trent muttered, eyes still fixated on you.
One of the guys in the group threw his arm around your shoulder in a friendly hug, like one of the hugs you have after a good convo with a stranger you’ll never see again, but to Trent it was too much. He was jealous. Jude glanced between you and Trent, sighing watching this all play out. “You’ll drive yourself mad if you don’t do something.”
Trent didn’t respond right away, he just slowly slipped his drink. He didn’t want to drink too much tonight. He wanted to take the edge off, but he also needed to stay sober enough to make sure you were okay by the end of the night. Watching you like this definitely fueled his frustration though. The longer he watched, the more he felt like he was losing you. He didn’t want that. Not now, not ever.
"She’s just drunk Jude," Trent said, trying to convince himself as well.
Jude shook his head, watching you laugh at something that couldn't have been that damn funny. “That’s still your girl. Sort it out mate.. before those lads get too comfortable.” They both flicked their gaze over to you, watching as you linked your arms with the same guy to take a shot. He hated how you were ignoring him, acting like he wasn’t there. He couldn’t stand it anymore and pushed himself off the bar to straighten his jacket. “I’ll sort it.”
You were mid laugh, the alcohol making you feel light enough to enjoy the dumbest conversations with strangers..until Trent popped up. You turned your head and locked eyes with Trent as he walked over to you.
“Y/N..you okay?” Trent asked carefully, not wanting to set you off again.
You rolled your eyes and swayed a little from the alcohol in your system. “Ughhh, Trent please. I’m just having fun. Pleaseee let me have some fun.” The words came out in a playful tone, not taking the situation seriously like he wanted you to. The guy from earlier laughed when he picked up on the tension between you and Trent. He smiled at Trent, not offended in the slightest. “I’m gay, love! We were just having a bit of a chat about you. Gorgeous girl by the way!”
You sighed dramatically, rolling your eyes again until you saw a glimpse of Camille entering the club with Jules. Your entire demeanour shifted into pure happiness, squealing with drunken excitement as you stumbled away from Trent to rush to your bestie. “Oh my goddd, Camilleeeee! Where have you been?” you giggled, bringing her into a hug as you continued to sway around, yapping incessantly. “I missed you! Where did you and Jules go? Did you have funnnn?”
Camille’s eyes darted over you and Trent before she quickly pulled your dress down that was riding dangerously high. “Umm..I’ll tell you when you’re not such a blabbermouth.. missed you too though” she teased, but she softened when she noticed how off kilter you were. “Babe..are you okay? Come with me for a sec.” You nodded, still giggling as she pulled you toward the restroom.
“OH MY DAYS! Both of you are so stunning!” A girl in a low cut top squealed as soon as she saw you and Camille walk in. She pointed at your dress, eyes filled with adoration. “That dress?! Soooo hot!!!” Her friend was busy fixing her lip gloss, but turned around to join in. “No, seriously. Both of you look so good.”
You giggled drunkenly, waving them off playfully. “Stooop. It’s not even that cute.” You had to admit the attention was making you feel a bit better though. 
“I’m so serious. If I looked like you, I couldn’t be humble..you literally won the genetics lottery.”
The energy in the room was contagious. Nearly everywhere you looked, all the girls were gassing each other up and becoming temporary best friends for the next 15 minutes. In the corner, a girl was crying in the arms of a friend who was rubbing her back and giving all the classic lines: “He’s so dumb. He doesn’t even deserve you.. let alone tears. Fuck him! Block his ass!”
You stumbled over to the mirror with Camille, and she looked at you with a serious expression. “Are you okay?” she asked, moving your hair out of your face. “What’s going on with you and Trent?”
You shrugged looking in the mirror while fidgeting with the ‘T’ necklace around your neck. Your eyes were glassy, half lidded and dazed from all the drinks. “Oh my god I’m so drunk,” you slurred, looking at your drunk reflection. “I’m fine.. but Trent pissed me off earlier. This night has been so weird. I just wanna have fun y’know?” Camille tilted her head to the side, but before she could say anything, one of the girls chimed in. “Whaaat? Trouble in paradise?” She sounded a little too invested. “Did he apologize at least?”
You rolled your eyes dramatically, still hovering over the mirror. “No..he didn’t. He’s so fucking annoying but he looks sooo good out there. I’d literally jump his bones right now if I wasn’t so mad at him.” Camille laughed but quickly shushed you, “Y/N, shhh girl! You’re talking too much.” You waved her off, tilting your head back to stare at the ceiling. “It’s whatever. I’m nobody important Camille, no one cares.” you muttered. 
The girl who was consoling her crying friend perked up. “Waiiit,” she said, pulling out her phone with a grin. “Quick girls therapy sesh. Let’s talk about how stupid men are.” She angled her phone toward you and Camille without hesitation, recording both of you. “Mmkay ladies, what’s the worst thing about men? Tell us all your icks!”
Camille thought for a second and then smiled into the camera, “My ick is when they take pics and look around at anything but the camera. Just take the fucking picture like a normal person.”
You giggled, stumbling into the shot. “Mine is when they think looking good will solve everything. It’s like...okay and?? What now? I need more than a pretty face. Communicate! Apologize!!”
“One hundred percent,” another girl jumped in, waving her hands around for emphasis. “Just say what you mean and stop talking in circles. And ban them from having podcasts too.”
“No, the podcast thing is so real. They have so much audacity it’s almost sickening,” someone else added. “Take their damn mics away.”
“Speaking of audacity..can we fucking talk about Jude Bellingham?” the crying girl from earlier suddenly shouted. “I just saw him out there talking with some girl and I’m in here crying like a dumbass. Ugh, fuck him.”
Your eyes widened and you leaned in closer, fully invested. “JUDE?! Nooooo, not Jude,” you slurred dramatically, almost tripping over your own legs. “What did he do?” 
The girl nodded furiously, “He ghosted me this week and now I see why. He’s finished. Like I’m never talking to him again.”
Camille gasped, “Oh my god..”
The room erupted with chatter while other girls jumped into the video to shout their complaints and frustrations with men, the camera capturing every second. The girl recording pointed her phone at you one last time as you headed out the restroom with Camille, “Seriously..stay single girlies! Not worth it! Love you all!” You waved at the girls, blowing kisses as you stumbled out the door.
Camille laughed, shaking her head. “Babe, you’re a mess right now.”
You looked over to where the boys were sitting, noticing Jude was sitting with a girl who was definitely not the Canarian girl from the gala nor the girl from the restroom. “That boy is up to no good. But I’m the messy one?”
“Can we dance? I really wanna dance” you added, stumbling and pulling your best friend to the dance floor without giving her much of a choice in the matter. 
Camille and you made your way to the dance floor, your steps unsteady but determined. Camille glanced over to the bar to catch the bartender’s eye, signalling with a quick gesture to let him know you were cut off for the night. Camille was a little buzzed, but she handled her alcohol a lot better than you. You weren’t a lightweight, but you weren’t a hardcore drinker either; you were just someone who wanted to retreat for a little while.
The beat of the music pulled you in and you started to sway your hips, Camille moving in sync with you in seconds as the two of you lost yourselves in the rhythm of the music for the next hour and a half. You knew Trent was probably staring, so you looked over to where the boys were. Jules was sitting back with a grin, watching the two of you with a good humoured glint in his eyes. He was enjoying the show, mainly focused on Camille, but was still hyping you up too by throwing his hands in the air to the beat.
Jude on the other hand, was too busy making out with a girl to notice anything else going on around him. She didn’t look like the girl you saw him with an hour ago…or was it? You squinted a little, noticing it was the same girl from the restroom. You could’ve sworn she said she was finished with him, but it’s whatever – liquid courage makes you do some strange things and you really had no room to talk.
When your eyes made it to Trent, he wasn’t smiling. He was leaned forward with his hands clasped together, watching your every move. He looked so good you almost lost the beat. Without thinking, you bent over to give him something to really look at, your frustration becoming laced with desire. A rush of adrenaline surged through you knowing he was watching your every move, but eventually the frustration overpowered the desire when you replayed the argument in your head from earlier. He called you a problem, like you were something that needed to be dealt with and not his girlfriend. You told yourself you were dancing to forget him, uncertainty wavering in your drunk mind. That was a lie. You wanted him to apologize and fix things, but instead he was just sitting around pleading with his eyes.
“Do you want to go talk to him?” Camille asked, sensing the type of energy you were on.
“No.” you said sharply. You didn’t really mean that, but you were trying to keep the mess in your head from unravelling. Dancing didn’t feel fun anymore, you were drained. The alcohol numbed your body but you were starting to feel all the emotions you tried to push back. Every time you mixed business with pleasure things seemed to get so messy. How were you supposed to fix this? You didn’t have the capacity for a larger batch of Rêveur, nor did you have the capacity for relationship problems. You had enough going on as is.
Camille looked at you and brushed a stray hair out of your face. “Let’s take a break, yeah? You need water.”
You nodded lazily and made your way back to the section the boys were sitting in. Without thinking, you stumbled over to Trent and plopped down in his lap. He stiffened for a second, unsure if he should wrap his arms around your waist like he normally did. Instead, he shifted his posture slightly to adjust to your tired state, giving you space to make sure you were comfortable.
“Here, hydrate,” Camille said softly, handing you some water. “No more drinks tonight, you’re done. Finie.” You took the water, sipping slowly to cool yourself down from the dancing and heat of the alcohol feuling through your bloodstream. You eyed Trent, noticing how good he looked and you got irritated all over again. He wasn’t saying anything, just letting you rest; which was extremely frustrating yet also comforting. You pointed your finger at him, your voice wobbling from alcohol and emotion. “Y-you..pissed me off tonight Trent.” He wasn’t apologizing or trying to fix things, he was just there and it made you want to scream. 
“I’m so mad at you,” you added with a trembling lip. “Why do you have to look so good when I’m mad at you?” You shifted slightly to lay on his chest and he adjusted again to make sure you were comfortable, even if it meant some of his limbs were falling asleep from the awkward angle. He didn’t say anything back, he just let you talk which made your heart ache. Trent loved hearing your voice, regardless of if you were tearing into him or not.
“Why won’t you talk to me? Do you really think I’m a problem??” you slurred, pain in every word. “You didn’t even apologize so you must really feel that way..” You negated the fact that you weren’t really giving him an opportunity to speak earlier, but you felt like if he really wanted to apologize he would’ve said it, especially right now, when he had the perfect opening.
Trent’s jaw clenched listening to you, and you could tell he was struggling to keep his emotions in. His hand hovered over your waist like he was going to touch you, but he stopped himself and sighed. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” he said softly in a calming voice. “You’re drunk.”
“I’m not that drunk,” you muttered, but you were, in fact, that drunk.
You lifted your hand and lazily trailed your fingers to trace the line of his jaw, forcing him to meet your gaze. You wanted to kiss him so badly, but his words from earlier still stung. You sighed as the exhaustion from the night took over. “Everything is so fucked. I don’t know what to do. The Rêveur orders..I didn’t–”
Trent gently cut you off before you could tell him what happened, “We’ll figure it out.”
You wanted to believe him but the launch, his words from earlier, alcohol, and the way he was just sitting there, not apologizing, made you feel extremely exhausted.
“I wanna go,” you said, admitting defeat. “Can we please leave? I don’t want to be here anymore.”
“Yeah, let’s go,” Trent replied without any hesitation.
Camille kept an eye on the situation from where she was sitting with Jules. She knew something deeper must’ve happened between the two of you for your mood to be shifting so chaotically. “You sure, Y/N? I can come with you if you want..” she offered, sensing you may have needed a best friend to lean on for the night and not a boyfriend. You gave her a tired smile and shook your head. “Nooo. Enjoy your night with Jules.” Camille asked again, but you told her it was fine, and she eventually called for a car to take you and Trent back to the hotel.
Jude noticed as the two of you moved around, standing up just as the car arrived. “Wait a minute,” he called out to you both. “I’m gonna go check outside.” The girl sitting next to him scoffed and rolled her eyes. “What the fuck, Jude? You’re going to act like I’m not right here? Again?” He rolled his eyes before looking over his shoulder as he walked away, annoyed that she was being clingy. “Get over it. They’re family. I barely know you.” 
Outside, he checked for any prying eyes or cameras. The last thing you needed was another Paris moment, especially when you weren’t as put together. He remembered his mishap back in Le Marais and acted accordingly this time. Once the coast was clear, Jude waved Trent over so that he could bring you to the car. Trent helped you inside, buckling your seatbelt before getting in the car himself. Jude leaned in through the open door, his voice low and serious. “Mate, figure it out before it’s too late. Don’t let her go.” Trent nodded with a tight jaw, shutting the car door. He usually wasn’t this quiet, but your reaction to the events that unfolded tonight had him concerned. He knew you had anxiety, but he didn’t understand the scope of it. He heard you mention how difficult your parents were, and your ex, but he didn’t know how deeply it affected you under stress. The last thing he wanted to do was send you into a spiralling mess, yet one dumb remark in a fit of anger and jealousy did exactly that. 
You groaned, which brought him out of his thoughts. “T..I feel like I’m gonna be sick,” you mumbled with your head slumped against the seat. 
You being blitzed out paired with the twists and turns of the mountainous roads weren’t helping the situation, making your stomach churn with waves of nausea at every slight movement. Trent let the window down slightly to let some fresh air sweep through the car. “Breathe, baby” he said gently, glancing over at you every once in a while. “Tell me if we need to stop, yeah?” You nodded, closing your eyes to focus on the fresh air wafting the car. Eventually, you found yourself leaning on his chest as his heartbeat thudded in tandem with the hum from the car. 
By the time you made it back to the hotel suite, you were beyond finished. Every step you took felt like you were being weighed down by sand bags. Trent stayed nearby without being overbearing to make sure you didn't fall over and get hurt. You sighed, slumping against the wall as you threw your purse on a chair in the room. “Can you help me?” you whispered shakily. “I’m so tired.” Trent searched your eyes, hesitating a little. “Are you sure?” he asked gently, not wanting to cross any lines in your fragile state.
“Yes...please” you murmured, stumbling toward the bathroom as you fumbled with your dress zipper. Your vision was still hazy and your fingers weren’t cooperating. Trent walked in, carefully unzipping the dress with an extremely delicate touch. He placed the dress aside and grabbed your makeup wipes out of your washbag. You sat on the bathroom countertop and he tilted your face toward him while wiping the makeup off your face.
“Why can’t you just say sorry?” you suddenly asked, your voice teetering with various emotions. He paused a little, looking at you carefully. “I’m sorry,” he whispered softly, giving you unwavering eye contact. 
“No..” you sighed, wiping away a tear that spilled from your eye. “I want you to mean it. You’re just saying that right now because it’s what I want you to say.” Trent exhaled, running a hand over his hair. “Y/N, I do mean it. But we can’t have this conversation while you’re like this.”
“Like what?” you cracked, tears starting to well up again. “Like a problem?” You turned away from him, hopping off the countertop to head to the shower. “You know what? Don’t even answer that. Goodnight, Trent.” Trent stood there, watching you pull yourself together just enough to crawl into bed. He wanted to say more, but it seemed like anything he said set you off even more. Once in bed you turned your back to him, still quietly sobbing while he laid beside you staring at the ceiling. He wanted to reach out and hold you, but he didn’t – he knew you needed space. Instead, he listened to every sob as it ripped away at him piece by piece, until you finally drifted off to sleep. 
Trent went into his thoughts to replay the night over and over, searching for the exact moment everything went wrong. It started with Ziggy. Trent knew your brother and sister were your everything. Yet he sat there, stewing in his own jealousy over something that was insignificant in your relationship, not listening to an important part of your world. Ziggy wasn’t the problem. Jules and the guys at the afterparty weren’t the problem. You weren’t the problem. 
He was the problem.
Trent’s hand clenched into a fist near his side. What the hell was wrong with him? This wasn’t just jealousy, it was insecurity. Not because you had your own money and own thing, but because he felt like he was breaking his promise to you. He promised to never hurt you, to give you everything you need. Instead, he let something ugly consume him on what was supposed to be a fun night for you. He thought about how you really wanted the night to go smoothly, and he ruined it all. Trent shifted in the bed, trying to find some comfort but his mind was racing. He adjusted his pillow and pulled the blankets closer but none of it seemed to work. It wasn’t just about physical comfort though, he was uncomfortable from the emotions swirling around him too, and he couldn’t relax. He sighed, shuffling around as the sheets rustled beneath him. He was trying so hard to fall asleep, but it wouldn’t come. He rubbed his hand over his face in frustration, but then you stirred next to him and he froze, not sure if you were waking up or just as uncomfortable as him.
Next to him, you moved closer in your sleep instinctively, like your body sensed he was restless even when you weren’t awake to witness it yourself. You hooked your leg over his waist and slid your arm over his chest, your face nestling in the space between his neck and shoulder. Trent could feel the warmth of your breath on his skin as you settled into him, his tense body finally relaxing. He could smell the faint hint of your body wash and the fresh notes of your lotion intermingling on your skin, the smell calmed him and eventually lulled him into a deep sleep. That moment didn’t fix any of the issues you were having, but it comforted both of you in a way that only two lovers who are drawn to each other like magnets can find, even in the midst of pandemonium. No matter what, the two of you always felt that gravitational pull to each other.  
While you slept, your mind drifted off into the dream realm. At Anfield, the sounds of fans chanting reverberated through the air, but it wasn’t exciting for you. It felt like you were caught in between two worlds you couldn’t reach. Down on the pitch, Ziggy was in Liverpool’s kit right beside Trent, moving across the pitch in striking parallels. Trent scanned the field, locking his eyes on your brother as he set up a cross. Ziggy met the ball at his boot, sending it barrelling to the back of the net with precision. The crowd erupted in a roar so loud that you could feel it vibrating through your body. Trent and Ziggy ran toward each other, doing an iconic celebration you had never seen before, but people in the stands loved it. It almost felt destined, like they were the perfect duo. But then everything shifted and Ziggy’s kit faded, morphing into an opponent’s kit. The crowd’s roar of approval shifted into loud boos. The atmosphere darkened and lightning struck the pitch. There was a ref in the field holding up a card, but you couldn’t see what color the card was. There was tension and hostility in the air as the crowd turned to you, a loud chant echoing louder and louder.
“She’s the problem!” they screamed. 
You tried to figure out what was happening but it all felt disorienting, like you were stuck in limbo. Just as quickly as it happened, the scene glitched again. The stadium faded to black and you found yourself standing in a park. Trent and Ziggy were there again, but you blinked and they morphed into two small figures, one with your brother’s smile, and the other with Trent’s expressive eyes. They were playing in sync until they turned to you, freezing in place. The small figures started speaking to you, but it wasn’t really something that you could understand. Their voices were distorted and echoed in a foreign yet acquainted way, like something stuck in between the present reality and another one. 
“See us ‘mee? No go, no go. Yook! Skore!!!” a tiny voice screamed animatedly.
The other small figure dribbled a football, shuffling their feet around much like your brother used to do when he was small.
“Moomee? No catch! Come! Pick up with Dadoo?”
The identical figure next to the other one spoke in a soft little voice that was almost pleading, with puppy dog eyes. “‘Mee? Big soon like Bubby..when come? Wait too many suns and moons…”
They tilted their head, waiting for a response from you. But you couldn’t understand them, nor could you talk. It was like you were frozen in time. Their childlike voices grew louder until it became overwhelming, and then everything faded to black. You slipped into a deeper sleep, slightly shifting in bed as you fell into dreamless sleep.
Next to you, Trent was in his own dreamlike state. He was skating on an ice rink nestled in the middle of a large city with towering buildings. The city was lit up with holiday lights and a tall Christmas tree was covered in twinkling decorations. He watched you skate ahead of him as your laughter echoed around the rink. 
“You’re going so slow, baby. Come on!”
He was trying to catch up, but you were faster than him on ice. When he finally caught up to you, he grabbed your waist from behind. You leaned into him, your breath visible in the cold air as you spoke softly, “This is perfect, huh? So dreamy with all the snow. It feels like we’re in a movie.” 
Trent smiled, placing a kiss on your cheek. “Yeah, definitely my favorite moment with you. What was that film called again?”
“Serendipity!”
You were peaceful in this dream, smiling the entire time as the two of you skated around the rink under the moonlight and Christmas lights. There was a small box in his pocket, but he couldn’t pull it out for some reason, the weight of it felt way too heavy. Then the scene shifted and ice started to crack underneath his skates. Webbed cracks spread across the icy surface and you began to slip out of Trent’s grasp, fading further and further away until you were nothing but a silhouette on ice. He suddenly felt like he was being swallowed by the concrete jungle, calling out your name in a panicked shriek, but he couldn’t find you anywhere. Trent’s eyes fluttered open, his heart racing from the nightmare he just had, but it slowed when he noticed you were still laying peacefully nestled on his chest. He kissed the top of your forehead, just to convince himself this was real and he wasn’t dreaming.
The next morning, sunlight riveted off the snow capped Alps and harshly blanketed your eyes when you finally stirred awake. You blinked, trying to adjust to the brightness shining through the windows and balcony. The throbbing in your head reminded you of the chaotic events of last night. You groaned, covering your face with a pillow as the full force of your hangover took over your body. It felt like someone was pounding steel drums inside your skull. On top of that, your mouth was dry as if you hadn’t drank any water for the past week. You were also feeling nauseated, questioning every drink you had last night. Was it the lemon drops? You could’ve sworn you weren’t that drunk, but your body told a whole different story. And what the hell was that dream? You tried to sit up, but your head started spinning like you were on a neverending carousel, eventually making you slump back down in the bed.
“Ugh” you mumbled to yourself, rubbing your head. Camille was right about cutting you off last night. If you felt like this now, you couldn’t imagine how you would’ve felt if you kept drinking.
“How are you feeling? You alright?” Trent’s voice cut through your headache, making you wince. You didn’t realize he woke up before you, but he was already dressed, scrolling through his phone. You glanced at him, your annoyance flared back up from the events of last night. Trent was already getting up and moving around to grab some water and painkillers before you could answer his question.
“Take ‘em” he said, holding both out to you as he stood next to the bed. “You’ll feel better.”
You took the pills and downed the water in one go, despite the queasiness settling in your stomach. Trent watched you closely, but didn’t say much else.
“I..need to tell you something,” you said seriously, your voice raspy from the morning and dryness in your throat. He looked at you with his brows knitted, waiting for you to continue. “The launch...for Rêveur,” you started. “I don’t even know what happened but something’s not right.”
“What do you mean? What’s not right?”
You paused, wincing because his voice was a little louder than you could handle at the moment due to your splitting headache. “Someone came up to me at the gala and said it went viral..that it wasn’t sold out yet.. I haven’t even checked the website. I tried last night and I couldn’t pull it up.” Trent didn’t say anything, he just nodded like he was internally processing everything you were saying, slowly becoming aware of why you were so off kilter last night. It wasn’t just about the argument anymore. Trent grabbed his iPad and handed it to you. “Log in and see. We’ll fix it.”
After a deep sigh you took the iPad from him, your fingers trembled as they hovered over the login screen. The brightness from the screen had you squinting your eyes. You logged into the dashboard and your worst fear became reality..again. The sheer number of orders on the screen overwhelmed you; there were thousands of orders, far more than you could ever fulfill on your own at Les Notes d’Amour. Your pulse quickened, noticing the order limit was set to unlimited.
Oh my god..No, no no. I don’t have enough.
You could’ve sworn you told Tara and Ember to set it to a specific number. What happened? Trent glanced at the iPad after sensing you freeze up, and quickly tapped his finger over the button to stop more orders from coming in. You didn’t have much time to process his action or tell him thank you before a wave of nausea made you bolt to the bathroom, the sound of your retching echoing over the porcelain. Trent was following close behind, and knelt down next to you to rub your back.
“I’m sorry Y/N” he said softly. “I didn’t mean what I said last night…”
You wiped your mouth with a tissue, feeling grossed out and completely drained. “Do we really need to talk about this right now?” you mumbled, not wanting to have such a dramatic convo while you were in the middle of releasing alcohol demons. “I just want you to know” he continued, still rubbing your back. “I don’t think you’re a problem. What I said was dumb on my part.” You paused, realizing you finally got the apology you wanted..but it didn’t make you feel any better. 
“It feels like I am,” you croaked. You stood up slowly, wiping a tear from your cheek. “Can you give me a minute, please? I need to be alone,” you asked, motioning for him to leave. Trent nodded reluctantly, hovering over the door frame for a bit before finally closing the door behind him. As soon as he left, the sobs you were holding in escaped, stinging your face with saltiness from your tears. You slowly got yourself together between sobs by brushing your teeth and splashing water on your face.
Once you finally emerged with a new change of clothes, Trent was sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone again. He looked up at you, his face softened. “Booked a day at the spa for you,” he revealed quietly. “Invite Ezzie and Camille if you want. Thought you could use a little relaxation.” You appreciated his gesture, but gifts weren’t going to fix everything.
“Thanks T,” you responded in a low voice, your throat still burning. You sighed, folding your arms. “And I hear you, I really do. But it doesn’t change what happened...your actions I mean.”
Trent stood up with a look of frustration and pain on his face. “I apologized..I don’t know what else to do? I love you Y/N..I’m trying. Why can’t you see that?"
You sighed, hiding your hands in your face before glancing back at him. “I love you too..but there’s just so much going on. It’s hard to navigate it all at the same time..”
He stared back at you with a hurt look on his face, but he tried to keep his emotions in check, switching the conversation to something more domestic to gauge your attitude with him, but it crumbled in his face. “You’re still coming back to England with me, right? Flight leaves later today.”
“I don’t know T. I need to stay focused..I don’t need any distractions” you said flatly.
“So I’m a distraction now?”
“Nooo. That’s not what I meant.” you said, feeling the tension increase. “I just..think we need to focus on our careers. There’s so much on the line. Some days apart may help me focus on figuring out this launch disaster.”
“So what’s that mean? You’re not coming to the match next weekend?” Trent’s jaw clenched, his eyes watering slightly with flutters of anger and sadness.
“I don’t know Trent..but I really need to figure this Rêveur thing out. I can’t risk anything else going wrong, you know that.”
Silence settled over the room, both of you unsure of what to say next. You leaned in and gave him a hurried peck on the lips, but it didn’t feel like your usual kisses. It was more closed off, more jaded, and both of you felt it.
“I’ll see you later?” you added, grabbing your things to head out the door, the conversation far from resolved.
“Yeah....see you later.” Trent replied quietly, staring at the door as it closed behind you. 
When you made it to the spa, a calming scent of cedarwood and eucalyptus wafted through the air. You could see a view of the snow-covered Swiss Alps through the large windows and heard a faint trickle of water from a heated swimming pool nearby. Although the tranquil environment was nice, you still felt like shit. The nausea from earlier had not fully left your system, you were still feeling groggy from your headache, and still light sensitive – standing in front of huge windows that let every bit of light in. You winced, lounging in a seat next to Camille and Ezzie. Ezzie was buried in her phone like any other teen would be, but then she glanced at you for a second, frowning with an offended look on her face.
“Ew. Why did you come out looking like that?” she voiced in an insulted tone. Camille giggled, flashing you a cheeky grin. “Mmh yeah, you do look rough..sorry girl. A spa day will fix that though, right?” she quipped, being more gentle with her teasing since she knew about the type of night you had. You groaned, rolling your eyes at both of them. “Thanks. Because hearing that is definitely going to make me feel soooo much better,” you refuted sarcastically. You were trying to play it off, but you did feel like absolute shit, they weren’t wrong. You were never drinking again, or so you said.
“Don’t hold out on me..what’s really going on?” Camille asked.
You sighed, sinking into the chair. “The website got messed up and the Rêveur preorders are way more than what I can handle. Like thousands and thousands more. Complete fucking disaster. I have no clue what I’m–”
“Let me help you” Camille cut you off, pure sincerity in her voice. “You can use my private label manufacturer and it’ll be fine. Problem solved. So easy.”
You groaned, shaking your head. “Camille, no. I can’t have you pulling me out of everything constantly.” Camille turned toward you and sat up, deadpanning on you. “Y/N. Listen to me when I say this, okay?”
“We’ve already told everyone this is for charity. You can’t risk the bad press for not delivering on something like that. They’ll eat you and Trent alive. I have the resources. Let. Me. Help. You.”
You were taken aback, not originally thinking about the effect this situation could have on Trent’s career as well, you didn’t want that. You thought for a moment, trying to think of any other solution that you could come up with on your own, but none were better than Camille’s. Finally, you agreed, feeling irritated that you had to have Camille bail you out of something business related again. You were thankful for the help, but the whole situation really irked you. This was something you were supposed to be handling on your own.
“Fine. I’ll do it. I don’t want them ripping him apart for my own mistake. I really should’ve checked. It’s so frustrating..” 
Camille smiled at you, surprised you were able to cave in so easily this time. “Don’t stress about it babe, it’ll be taken care of and we’ll laugh about it a couple years from now.” You nodded and the space between you grew quiet for a couple of minutes, until you looked over at Camille smirking. “So umm...what did you and Jules do after the gala? I swear I didn’t see you at the afterparty until it was half way over. Did you...?” you trailed off, giving her a look without saying it outright. You glanced over at your younger sister who was glued to her phone, watching a Tik Tok about upcoming fashion trends.
Camille sighed dramatically, denying it initially. “No. Just took a nice stroll at midnight in St. Moritz…” You tilted your head, pursing your lips to give her another knowing glance. “Midnight in St. Moritz??? Be fucking for real..you strolled right into his dick didn’t you?”
“Okay..fine. YES! I did..”
You both squealed, bursting into giggles. “I knew it! Tell me everything. Ooh, did he whisper something French in your ear? Because that woulda got me too, not even gonna lie.” you spoke in a hushed tone, leaning in closer to Camille for all the dirty details. “How was it?”
“Earth shattering” Camille whispered excitedly. “Jules slept like a baby in my bed last night,” she added with a smirk. You gasped, patting her shoulder in excitement. “Oh my goddd. I need all the details later. Give me the report...scale of 1-10?”
“20.” Camille bit her lip, smiling. “That’s not all we did though. We’re definitely due for a girls night in..tell you then?”
“TWENTY?! Oh, I can’t wait to hear about this!”
On the other side of you, Ezzie had her earbuds in, occasionally glancing at both of you wondering what the two of you were yapping about. Maybe it was about the afterparty? She was mostly busy taking selfies and scrolling through her phone, having her own version of a relaxing spa experience – far away from a boring conversation with 20 something year olds.
After a couple more minutes of banter with Camille, she turned the conversation back to you and Trent, her voice more serious. “What about you and Trent? What’s going on?” You rolled your eyes, starting to feel the weight of last night and early morning. “Ughhh, please. Let’s not. We’re fine..it's just a rough patch. We just need to communicate better.” Camille didn’t push further, but she wasn’t buying how casual you were about it. You leaned back in your chair, closing your eyes to relax, but Ezzie’s voice suddenly cut through.
“Umm..have you guys seen this stuff online??”
You peeked through one eye, glancing at her. “Huh? What stuff?”
Ezzie didn’t look up her phone, but she continued scrolling. “There’s some video of you yelling about staying single...and they saw you walk in with Jude instead of Trent?? There’s people in the comments talking about Ziggy too....”
Camille blinked, sitting up straighter. “Wait what? Why would they be talking about Isaac?”
Ezzie flipped her phone around to show you her feed, where the video from last night’s drunken therapy session had gone viral, as well as a photo of you walking into the afterparty with Jude.
You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Fuck.”
Camille shook her head as she read, speaking in a sing-songy voice to mock your words from last night. “Y/N..What happened to ‘I’m no one important Camilleee’?” 
--
SpillTheBeansUK: Messiest. Night. Ever. It seems like the gala was less about charity and more about… arguing, scouting, and spilling more than just champagne 🍾 Stay tuned for more from our source.
user440991: I’m so confused.. why did she walk in with Jude and not Trent?
JudeEffect: I bet they’re in a throuple she’s so lucky
MeHonestly: TRENT AND JUDE? Sign me the fuck up
OohNoGirl02: Not her walking in with Jude looking like THAT
insidethegala: Saw T and Y/N at the gala, ngl they looked off after the launch went live. Looks like Y/N spilled a bit about it here 🧐
TeaLover99: Y/N’s face when that girl dropped the tea on Jude has me dyingg
nofitpicagain: no fit pic from Trent? he hates me fr lolgirlwhut: her telling us to stay single and she’s not even living that life? girl bye
YNstan4life: I SWEAR I saw Y/N with Trent’s family a couple months ago and now it’s like she just vanished? wtf is happening? are they pretending for the perfume drop?!
fangirlzunite: Do we think Y/N will be sitting in the box at the next match?? Haven’t seen her there in a minute
PitchGossiper: Y/N is the kind of messy I love to see. Fighting with Trent, walking into the party with Jude, saying ‘stay single’ in a club bathroom. ICON
GirlWhatNonsense: what if T and Y/N’s whole relationship is a PR stunt? the aftershave, hard launch, the gala drama… it’s giving manufactured vibes idk TeaTime66: no way that Tea with T vid was fake. That was real love 
GalaInsider2: Saw Trent talking to Isaac YLN. Y/N has the same surname. Is that her brother?
knowitall: That is her brother! That boy’s like lightning on the pitch. He’s fast as hell 🔥
unitedinsider: Wouldn’t be surprised if we lock him down..he has the ability to play multiple positions. He's a serious threat.
nowaymate: Y/N and Trent better get lil bro to Anfield. That boy can’t end up at United or anywhere else. That’s betrayal!!
YNhatersquad: No one else sees Y/N’s using Trent to set her brother up in the football world? She’s been playing chess
YNSupremacy: Y/N is building a dynasty brick by brick. Imagine if they have kids! This woman is crafting more than just fragrances! 
AdvancedMothering: waiiit a YLN-Alexander-Arnold bloodline is acc kinda scary to think about. this girl literally holds the future of liverpool in her uterus and she’s telling US to stay single??? i’m scared of her ReverieGirl: I was at the gala… saw Isaac talking to a couple of important people.. and then Trent 👀
laligaluv: all this hype just for her bro to end up in la liga lol
gossipgirlie: ummm this whole night sounds like an episode of Pretty Little Liars. They literally did everything last night except murder
YNandTrentpls: The duality of Y/N 💅
--
While you were at the spa, Trent headed off to the gym to clear his head. A workout would help him reset, so he thought. Just as he finished the session, he spotted someone in the corner messing with their gym bag. Trent didn’t notice it was Ziggy at first because his back was turned, but he noticed some boots poking out of the bag that looked eerily familiar. Multiple memories from years ago flashed across Trent’s mind and curiosity got the best of him.
“I had some boots like those,” he said casually, thinking he was striking up a convo with a stranger. He picked up one of the boots, inspecting it closely. “Gave ‘em to a lad at the park a long time ago.”
Ziggy turned around slowly and a strange expression crossed his face when he looked at Trent, as if he was seeing him through two lenses: one from the past, and one from the present. He glanced at the boot in Trent’s hand, his voice shaking with emotion. 
“Those are yours,” Ziggy replied softly.
Trent’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What?” He looked at Ziggy, waiting for clarification. 
Ziggy cleared his throat before speaking again a little louder. “The kid? The boy you’re talking about..that was me.” His voice trembled slightly, overcome with emotion. “Just realized it myself last night. Y-you taught me everything.”
Trent stood frozen for a moment with the boot still in his hand as the words sunk in. He stared at Ziggy like he was looking at him for the first time again, noticing his familiar wide eyed expression from the park so many years ago. Recognition hit Trent immediately.
“No shot..” Trent muttered in disbelief while shaking his head, smiling. Ziggy’s face did look more familiar to Trent now that he was paying attention. Trent didn’t say anything else and pulled Ziggy into a tight hug instead, clapping him on the back. “You’re a lot taller now mate,” Trent joked as they pulled apart, breaking all tension that started on the plane.
Suddenly, Trent’s mind wandered back to the past, memories flickering by like a reel of film as he came to another discovery. “The girl..who used to sit in the grass with the other little one to watch us..that was…”
“Y/N and Ezzie” Ziggy finished the sentence, smiling when he saw an astonished expression from Trent.
“I can’t believe this shit,” Trent said with another wide grin spreading on his face.
“Me either…”
The two of them spent the next hour catching up, talking like they were old friends who had so much to share with one another. Ziggy pulled out his phone to show Trent some of his highlights, talking animatedly about all the progression he made throughout the years. His passion for football was clear in every word, much like the way your boyfriend spoke about football. Trent nodded his head, genuinely happy for him and offering advice when Ziggy asked for it. Ziggy started talking about the challenges he was facing, but never named them directly. Trent heard the hesitation in his voice, noticing your brother sounded confused, maybe even scared.
“I’m just trying to figure out where I’m supposed to be you know? No real manual for this type of stuff once it’s happening to you…” Ziggy said in a wavering voice.
Trent gave Ziggy a thoughtful look before leaning back. “You’re from Liverpool, yeah?” Ziggy nodded, staring at the boots that were now placed in his gym bag. 
Trent studied Ziggy’s face carefully, before offering the only advice he could.
“You know where you belong.”
Tumblr media
um readers? we have some decisions to make
thank you for reading as always! send me messages and let me know your thoughts
64 notes · View notes
myangelhaven · 1 month ago
Text
These are my recommendations of HYUNJIN fics! It will be updated once in a while for new stories I have read. Hopefully the links work (lemme know if it doesn't)
Credits to the authors!! All information written is taken from the authors' post and has not been modified. Reminder that some fics are NOT for minors, so please read the key and avoid 18+ contents.
HAPPY READING!!
KEY
[❀]: fluff [𖦹]: humour [𖤓]: angst [☄]: sad [☾]:smut [⟡]:smau [✮]: my favs
Tumblr media
˖⁺‧₊˚ ˚₊‧⁺˖✮-------------HYUNJIN-------------✮˖⁺‧₊˚ ˚₊‧⁺˖
DRABBLES & SHORT FICS
ten things hwang hyunjin says when he thinks you’re asleep by @soobnny [❀]
Photobooth kisses by @neos127 [❀]
you're in the wind, i'm in the water by @astraystayyh [❀][𖤓][✮][f2l][unrequited but not]
The Kisses You Left (Marked My Soul) by @seo--changbin [❀][✮][soulmateau]
a drabble inspired by hyunjin's mole
Love potion by @ppiri-bahng [❀]
you try to slip Hyunjin a love potion thinking that he could never love you back
Waiting for us by @ppiri-bahng [𖤓][☄][happy ending][suggestive]
you’re afraid to let hyunjin love you, but he’d wait forever for you
Say yes to heaven by @astraystayyh [❀][𖤓]
seven minutes in heaven except you're heartbroken and hyunjin has a huge crush on you. angst and slightly suggestive in the end.
Say yes to me: after your seven minutes in heaven, hyunjin wants to plan out how he'll finally confess to you. except you come knocking on the door of his rented cabin unannounced. at 10:53 pm. the perfect time for love, he comes to learn.
Somebody else by @astraystayyh [𖤓][☄][ex2l][happy ending]
You and Hyunjin have broken up, guilt and blame simmering between you both. He doesn't care anymore, or so he thought. Then why does it hurt him to see you with someone else?
Untitled by @hwanghyunjinenthusiast [❀][𖤓][☾][e2l?]
Hwang Hyunjin is insufferable. You can't stand him despite the treacherous thoughts that cross your mind. Hyunjin decides to really call into question just how much you seemingly can't stand him.
Erubescent by @cle1024 [❀][𖤓][e2l]
why are my cheeks erubescent? i shouldn’t be feeling this way about you; i’m not supposed to trust you.  
Spilled tea by @quokkawritesarchive[☾][roommatesau]
Request: maybe like a hot roomate smut,? y/n and hyunjin are roomates for a while now but they barely interact and talk. one day late at night while y/n is drinking water in their shared kitchen (in just panties and a oversized shirt) hyunjin barges in for a midnight snack too (shirtless as he was sleeping) they both awkwardly bump into eachother seeing each other in such less clothing but they finally suck it up and have a good deep convo for the 1st time as roomates and they get to know a lot abt eachother. just to mention y/n is sitting on the kitchen counter while hyun is standing and the sexual tension arises mid convo. can this smut be limited to dry humping and tons of marking lolol
Honey's by @cbini [☾][sexshopowner]
Places, places! By @forlix [❀][𖤓][fwb?][idolhyunjin][suggestive] 1.3K
you’re just trying to do your job; your client has other ideas.
Straykids soulmate aus by @sweetkpopmusings [❀][soulmate au] 1.3k
each soulmate has half a quote that is important to their relationship tattooed on their body.
Pretty cute by @scxrlettwxtches [❀] 1.6k
The moment Hwang Hyunjin snatched the unofficial confession from your desk (which he was definitely not supposed to read), you knew you were royally screwed.
It's a scream, baby! by @luvyeni [❀][☾][ghostfaceau][knifeplay] 1.7k
you can’t help but tease the man in the mask, that’s until he catches you
Mistletoe by @iinnie [❀][bff2l][mutual pining] 1.8k
pushing your feelings for him aside, you’re determined to get hyunjin under the mistletoe with his crush. what you’re not aware of, though, is that he’s crushing on you, his long-time best friend.
I didn't actually love you by @amelee23 [❀][✮] 3.1k
Your friends forced you to become part of a poetry club, and when you receive a task to write a poem about sadness, you realize you accidentally write it about Hyunjin, the guy you had a crush on and tried to forget about. And he finds out.
Gleam and glitter by @jishyucks [❀][f2l][richkidau] 3.4k
You’ve quickly established that no one at this damn charity gala cares about the event’s purpose. They were just there to party. And you wanted nothing else but to leave; alternatively, in which Hyunjin saves you from your misery to see the city’s Christmas lights.
Just like you by @milkandhyunnie [𖤓][☾][exes] 3.7k
you’re trying to move on from your toxic ex boyfriend when you run into him at the club—only to find out that he has a brand new girlfriend that looks just like you
Third wheel by @cb97percent [☾☾][3some] w/ bangchan 4.1k
It would be wrong if you were attracted to one of your best friends since they are in a relationship, but you don't know what the protocol is when you have the hots for both of them.
Boy next door by @strayed-quokka [❀][𖤓][☾][✮][chf2l][brother's bff2l] 4.9k
you’d known hyunjin for most of your life, introduced as a friend of your brothers and quickly someone who cared for you. he was there as you grew up, driving you home from parties, getting you out of lectures from your parents, or checking on you when your brother couldn’t. 
so when you’d asked the favor of renting his extra room for a year whilst you adjusted living in a new city for university, your brother didn’t even blink or question it. 
maybe he should’ve. 
⠄・ ⋆ ・ ⠄⠂⋆ ・ ⠄⠂⋆ ・ ⠄more to come!⠄・ ⋆ ・ ⠄⠂⋆ ・ ⠄⠂⋆ ・ ⠄
☆-------Hyunjin's masterlist || skz masterlist--------☆
60 notes · View notes
desafinado · 2 years ago
Text
𓆩♡𓆪 oblivious crushes hcs
Tumblr media
their crush on you is as clear as day, but you seem to be wearing sunglasses
°。⋆ kaveh, alhaitham, kaeya x reader (separately)
°。⋆ fluff, maybe a bit ooc alhaitham, lots of touchy/clingy :( and some angst in kaeya's part
note: i haven’t gone too far into sumeru yet D: (purely bc of laziness and college) so that’s why alhaitham might be a bit ooc… but! i hope yall enjoy, i had fun. (ps. this was inspired by my short convo with @kana-dayo , i hope u don't mind the tag just tell me if you want me remove it!!)
Tumblr media
kaveh ♡
it threw for him a loop the first time. you were both walking down the port at sunset when he asked if you liked him, and you said of course you love him and you couldn’t ask for a better friend.
he thought you had rejected him when and was genuinely heartbroken for a day, until you visited the next day acting as if everything was fine.
he did not know how to proceed, but he did with caution… when he realized, you genuinely did not understand, he decided to build up the romance before asking you again.
he started making it known to you (and everyone else in the room) that he wanted to spend time with you.
“alhaitham, if you could give us a moment or tw-” “no.” “we’re having dinner out then, dear, lets go.”
of course, he would never do anything that might make you uncomfortable, the moment you express any discomfort or hesitance, he backs off.
that being said, you have never really done such, most times you’re even encouraging him
“kaveh… hugs now please :( “
and how can he not deny you?
speaking of which, he also tried to make more gentle subtle touches, taking your hand when you both walked, placing a hand on the small of your back, hugs that lasted just a second too long.
by the end of it he was extraordinarily clingy, one of his favorite moments is when your head is on his lap and he gets to caress your head.
he acts nonchalantly about it, and so do you. little did you know was that he never did that with anyone else.
“what do you mean kaveh doesn’t like hugging? we spend hours cuddling on the couch..”
to be honest he doesn’t really think much of it either, touching you is like second nature to him. you don’t mind either, because for some odd reason, it just feels right.
he’s almost certain that you like him too, but he’s too afraid to confirm it. he’d much rather stay like this in some sort of limbo between friends and lovers.
but eventually, it eats him up. he needs some sort of closure, even if it meant the collapse of his lovey-dovey facade.
everything’s in place. he had gone through all the scenarios, he knew you were in a good mood, and alhaitham was all the way in sumeru city. everything was perfect for him to make his move, all he needed was you.
“kaveh, what’s all this?”
a picnic blanket was spread out on the grass, a strawberry shortcake, sandwiches and wine laid on top. kaveh stood before it, his familiar smile inviting you to come closer. “ah, i have to admit, it is something a bit special so, please have a seat.”
you follow his advice and gently rest on the blanket, careful not to disturb kaveh’s work. he does the same and sighs. “hm… is this an anniversary or celebration of some sort? did you finally pay off your debt?” you start to ask excitedly, getting a bit ahead of yourself. kaveh simply shakes his head, chuckling softly.
“no, dear. on the contrary, if this all falls through, it could be my funeral.”
you give him a curious glance, tilting your head. he takes both his hands in yours and squeezes them gently.
“nothing that serious, do you remember when i asked you if you liked me?”
“yes… and i still do, if that’s what your concerned about.”
“when i said that, i meant to ask if you liked me as more than just a friend.”
“you mean… like family? like sibli-”
“no, no, dear god no. i mean like… lovers.”
your face turns red at the mention of that word, lovers. it implied romantic love, of course; you weren’t that dense. he’s looking straight into your eyes, awaiting a response, but your lips feel as though they’ve frozen in place. a few more seconds of silence pass, and his lips purse into a heavy frown.
“ah, i’m sorry, if you don’t… i just couldn’t go on like this, pretending that we were something more, living in ignorant bliss. i truly am sorry.”
“no, wait. kaveh…”
you finally build up the courage to speak, letting go of his hands and caressing his cheek. if there’s something you can’t ignore, its the way he’s putting himself down.
“i-i like you that way too, i just didn’t want to believe it either. i… i didn’t want to delude myself into that, so i never entertained the possibility that-”
his tender lips find yours in a kiss, interrupting your rambling along with any doubt the two of you had left. just like all of his other touches, the kiss felt right, familiar, and simply satisfying.
Tumblr media
alhaitham ♡
feelings, specifically love, are a far too strong force that many times they most certainly overcome any logic of even the most robotic of personalities; enter alhaitham.
normally, he would be upfront about these sorts of things, giving them the ultimatum. letting them choose to accept or reject his feelings.
but this time, he didn’t want to give you that chance. he needed you to accept him, he couldn’t imagine any other possibility.
so what does he do? he takes a chance with the whole concept of “romancing” in order to win your heart.
he makes an effort to be around you more, he’ll listen to your long winded rants about the most random topics.
“so, why do you care about this again?” “i just do, i’m not quite sure why honestly.” “that’s understandable, please go on.”
he’s never been one to care about how others might perceive him, how others might react to his actions, but he cares so much about you and he wants you to trust him.
once he notices the way your lips curl up when he enters a room or the way you look at him when you feel a bit overwhelmed, he takes this as a sign that he can try being a bit more touchy.
he never really understood the appeal of it, until he felt how warm you were, how your skin brushing against his made him feel a bit more understood and loved.
and you don’t mind one bit, in fact, you’re happy that he has you to lean on (literally and metaphorically)
but you imagine his roommates' surprise to find alhaitham on the couch cuddled up with someone he had never even met.
“wake them up, and you will sleep outside.”
he truly believes he’s being subtle, but everyone (well those who have the courage to) teases him about it.
he brushes it off, but warns them not to tell you or else…
however, when he starts moving onto more overt and blatant shows of affections, he is sorely disappointed to realize that you are not catching on.
he’d gift you flowers before every outing, call you cute nicknames, and even be more honest with his own feelings.
a polite smile, a thank you, and enthusiastic nod was all you ever responded with.
he was disappointed in himself, he thought he must’ve done something wrong, that he must’ve made you uncomfortable.
he needs to confront you about this in his own way, for his sake and yours.
“it’s you…”
his voice rings out like a bell in a cathedral, snapping you back into reality. he had requested for you to meet him at one of the gazebos near the akademiya. stars had been showered upon the night sky, and it was all you could look at, until alhaitham’s voice, of course. you turn around and chuckle at his awe-stricken face.
“glad to see you too. your letter sounded quite urgent, is something the matter?”
upon seeing you, he can’t control his movements, rushing towards you and taking you into a dramatic hug. you’re quick to hug him back, offering him any and all support he might need. he buries his head into your shoulder, taking in your scent, and touch, enjoying it while it lasts. his voice almost cracks as he speaks.
“yes. i’m sorry for making you uncomfortable with my… advances. i understand if you never want to see me again.”
the shock is almost enough to knock you over, but you simply pull away and look at him with deep concern. you didn’t know where he was coming from, and you had never seen him like this.
“advances? what sort of advances?”
“the romantic ones?”
“oh! towards who? i don’t mind at all, really.”
its his turn widen his eyes, he closes his eyes and pauses. he needs to pick his next words carefully, he really wants this to be a swift death, no point in dragging his heart against the pavement.
“towards you…? the one i love is you.”
he finally admits, hoping you finally understand. he’s run out of words to say, ways to express his unwavering love for you. you flicker between his eyes and lips, confirming if what he says is true, and what he feels is real; after a moment, you speak up.
“i’m sorry, i never… i knew you were opening up, but i didn’t stop to think…”
you calmly take him back into your arms, letting his head rest back on your shoulder. you stroke his hair slowly, trying to soothe him. “i was already so happy that you seemed to be opening up to me, i didn’t realize you meant it in that way. i didn’t want to push it any further than necessary.” he allows you to touch and pamper him, allowing himself the privilege of your tender care.
“i see. so you weren’t comfortable with it? you’re not comfortable with me…?”
“no, alhaitham. i’m more than comfortable with you, and i’d do all those things with you again.”
you blush, understanding the implications of what you had just said. you just opened yourself to him, laid yourself out for him to accept or reject. you close your eyes, bracing for what comes next, when you suddenly feel yourself being lifted up and spun around gently.
“alhaitham!”
“that’s all i needed to hear, darling. from this day on, we can do all those things and more… again and again, everyday.”
Tumblr media
kaeya ♡
he likes to tease, that is no question. making others red in the face, in anger or embarrassment, is a pastime of his.
but why is it that you of all people, his one and only crush, remain unaffected?
its not like you even have a snarky remark back or try to hide your embarrassment, you simply let it pass as though it was the cool summer breeze against your skin.
“oh my… shouldn’t you take me out to dinner first?” “uh why?”
you surely enjoyed his company and the silly jokes he’d make, even though there would be times you just didn’t understand what he was talking about.
other than that, he’d often be extra chivalrous towards you, holding the door for you, taking your hand as you walk down the stairs… but i mean that’s how knights just are, right?
though you can often feel his overprotective step out, especially when it comes to your safety, you once again chalk it to him in his cavalry captain mode.
only his closest friends and allies can detect the minor difference in his behavior around you, except you, of course. it doesn’t bother him, because it only solidifies his love for you, how serious he is about you.
sometimes he truly is just amazed with the way your mind works to rule out all romantic possibilities, its like the notion of love does not even exist to you.
he doesn’t mind it one bit, though. if anything, he wishes to be the person who introduces you to love.
he knows he can reveal his feelings at any moment, but he wants you to figure it out for yourself, that epiphany of love is something he feels everyone should experience…
that is until he catches you blushing with another person.
“oh yeah! they’ve been talking to them the entire night… they’re really hitting it off, i don’t-”
every word after that is just muffled noise to him. he didn’t understand the feeling coursing through his vein. it was a poignant mixture of jealousy, sadness, and disappointment in himself.
he immediately steps out of angel’s share, not even bothering with a drink to drown his feelings. he thought he was special to you, the way you were to him.
that’s when the creaking of the tavern doors catches his attention, revealing you.
“oh, hi.”
your voice was timid in the chilly night atmosphere, the silence between you and kaeya almost deafening. he huffs and crosses his arms, trying to pretend as if he hadn’t just felt his heart rip, shatter and
“hey, so what are you doing here? i know you’re not one for taverns, most specially on a wednesday night.”
he doesn’t miss a beat, starting his investigation. your eyes widen at his unusually stern demeanor; its not like you haven’t seen this side of him, but you don’t know have a clue as to where it's coming from. you start to sober up, feeling the excitement and adrenaline of the bar leave you. “honestly, i had nothing better to do… and i was trying to get out of my comfort zone.”
he raises an eyebrow at your seemingly simple explanation; you didn’t have any reason to lie, and to be fair, it wasn’t like he had a right to know anyways. his posture relaxes as gives you his arm, gesturing for you to take it; you, having no reason to deny him, take his arm in yours. you both start walking down the streets, no definite destination in mind.
“Is something wrong, kaeya?”
the glazed look in your eyes is something he can’t ignore, and he knows you won’t ignore his furrowed eyebrows either. he sighs letting the cold air entering his lungs, as if numbing himself before the storm truly begins.
“yes, actually there is. could i be a burden to you?”
“kaeya… you know you can always talk to me about your feelings, you’re no burden to me.”
a bitter chuckle escapes his lips, acting as if he truly had nothing left to lose. “that’s why i love you, you know? ah… i thought i’d be saying this in a drunken stammer or you’d hear from rosaria or lisa, but i’m more sober than ever and… i love you so much it hurts.”
suddenly, his touch feels much colder than it ever has, sending a shiver down your spine. you pause for a moment, the adrenaline and heat rising back up.
“k-kaeya, wait… i love you too. i’m-”
“you needn’t spare my feelings or lie. perhaps it was my fault for letting my pride get the best of me, and now you’ve been swept away by someone else, someone who makes you blush.”
your eyebrows curved into a straight line, clearly baffled by kaeya’s assumptions. yes, you were a bit oblivious when it came to love, so you feel like you’d take note if “someone swept you away”.“kaeya, i have no idea what you’re talking about, but if you’re referring to my demeanor in the bar, i was…” you face only gets redder by the moment. “i-i don’t hold my alcohol very well…”
kaeya pauses for a second, his lips parting in a small o-shape. he feels like such a fool for jumping to assumptions so quickly, but he quickly regains his composure realizing something far more crucial, a smirk plastered onto his face.
“i see. so you like me after all? and i’ve finally managed to fluster you”
“n-no, you didn’t! the alcohol just hasn’t-”
“aha, so you do love me? dear, just say the word, and i’m all yours.”
Tumblr media
requests are open!! please do not reposts on other sites.
2K notes · View notes
jusst-you-race · 2 months ago
Note
hey bug! hope you're having a great day! 😊 Um, I was wondering if you'd be willing to do a convo between Lewis and Seb established Sewis or even Jenson and Nico with established Princess Cake? Anyways, love this idea and catch you later! 😊
hi lovely! thank you! just for you, here is both of those things <3 honestly i'm having too much fun imagining this bunch, it' great! for the ccc snippet prompts
Lewis and Seb
Seb Remind me when you are back from your trip?
Lewis Wednesday
Seb That’s so many days away 
Lewis It’s only three 
Seb So many 
Lewis I left yesterday 
Seb A ridiculously long time if you ask me 
Lewis I miss you too 
Seb I never said I miss you 
Lewis Very funny 
Seb Got me 
I do miss you 
Tell work you can’t do trips anymore 
Lewis It’s quite important that I go to these fashion shows Seb 
Seb Well then they shall just have to do all the fashion shows here 
Lewis I’ll let them know I have a very pushy boyfriend whose needs they have to cater to 
Seb Good 
I don’t like sleeping alone
Lewis Well I do 
I’m getting so much sleep without you snoring in my ear
Seb I do not snore! 
Lewis Hmm I dunno…
Seb I don’t! 
Do I?
Lewis If it helps, they’re very cute snores
Seb That does not help 
Why have you never mentioned this before 
Lewis I’m just teasing you man 
You don’t snore 
I miss sleeping with you too 
Seb Oh Lewis 😏
Lewis Not what I meant and you know it 
But well
It’s not untrue 
Seb You can’t just say that when you aren’t back until Wednesday 
Now I’m going to be thinking about all the sex we aren’t having
I am going to die 
Lewis You’re insatiable 
I’m away less than a week 
Seb Far too long 
This might be the end of me 
Lewis You’re such a drama queen 
Seb You love me though 
Lewis That I do 
Seb ❤️
Jenson and Nico
Jenson what do you think about dinner tonight?
Nico What sort of question is that?
Ask properly 
Jenson difficult… 
would you like to come over for dinner tonight?
I’ll cook 
Nico Hmm depends 
What are you cooking?
Jenson does it matter?
do I have to beg to get you to come round or something?
Nico It might be nice 
I’m very high maintenance you see
Jenson don’t I know it…
Nico Oi 
Jenson alright princess 
please come over tonight and I will cook you whatever you want 
Nico I guess I could do dinner 
Jenson jeez tone down the excitement there
Nico I don’t want to give you any ideas
Jenson what sort of ideas might I get hmm?
Nico Naughty ones knowing you 
Jenson like you were oh so pure the other night 
Nico I don’t know what you’re talking about
Jenson oh I think you do 
don’t you remember what you were saying when I had you on your knees?
Nico Yes fine okay 
That’s enough of that 
I’m at work 
Jenson that’s never stopped you before 
Nico I’m in a meeting 
Lewis is here 
He is already giving me looks 
Jenson 😂
alright alright  
so tonight?
Nico Yes I will come over for dinner 
Jenson I’ll see you at 6:30 then?
Nico 6
Jenson six it is gorgeous 
Nico 🖕
Jenson 🥰🥰🥰
Nico 🙄❤️
33 notes · View notes
kanmom51 · 1 year ago
Text
JM's Production diary Documentary
And Live 23 October 2023
Tumblr media
So, I don't know how to do this.
Write about JM's documentary separate from his live.
Write about the two without being all over the place.
Because not too much happened, and yet so much did.
So, where do I start? How do I get through this?
At this point I have so many ideas running through my head for posts, so much so that I'm not sure just yet how this post will work out, given that everything intertwines.
I still have JM's previous live to work on as well. Yeah, kind of overwhelmed at the moment.
I guess I will just get on with it, but I do think that more than likely there will be things I will either save for another post or two or three, or forget something (that I can guarantee) or just post on repeat, cause some things we just cannot get enough of.
Let's talk about the documentary a bit.
We got to see the process of JM creating his songs. How they would start with the idea, the narrative. Then the melody, instruments and the vocals and then the actual lyrics.
JM's musicality, his talent, his creativity all showcased.
We also got to see just how nice Pdogg is. How much he loves JM, how respectful he is to him, not to mention how talented he is himself. As a matter of fact, the whole team that worked with JM were super nice and talented and they just all seemed to be having a good time, even while working to the bone.
Oh, and how none of them actually knew English, lmao.
In the documentary we were shown how JM and Pdogg chose the quote from the movie to use in the song. Only that it wasn't the one they actually used in the song itself. And that is because, as JM revealed to us in the live, they picked it without knowing what the characters were talking about, picking a convo between the characters that sounded nice to them at the time, something that would suit the song. All while the two characters were actually talking about a visa, lol. And JM, well, he found that super funny (which truthfully, it really is), so he repeated it a couple of times.
We also saw RM in the documentary sitting down with them talking about writing lyrics. Only for JM to share with us that:
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Which JM found to be very funny. I guess now it is, but back then... not sure he shared that same sentiment, lol.
He kept on laughing about him being an idea bank, lol. It's ok to acknowledge your genius, man!!!
Hobi and then Jin show up in the comments while JM is watching the documentary. And I was surprised at that point, given that I really did think JM wouldn't be doing this live, that it would have been pre-recorded. But it wasn't, and thank god for that, cause we all know what happened later on. Less than 1.30 minutes out of an almost 2 hour live, but gosh, what a 1.30 minutes they were, lol.
Anyways, Hobi shows up and JM goes all shy and even stops playing the documentary telling him to leave, that he won't continue playing until he does.
Guess who won that fight, lol. Hobi, of course. JM gives in and continues, once in a while saying they will go away at 9 pm (Jin came in to say that there is some kind of something military related, lol).
Tumblr media
Letter
Yes, let's actually start with the name of the song.
Cause for some reason, although they all talk about the song using the word pyeonji (Letter), all while the translation is Dear.Army. Like what the actual fuck? Why would they do that?
Well, we kind of know, don't we?
Someone (cough Hybe cough) is working super hard to cement the song is for the fans.
Please tell me, if this was a song completely meant for the fans, why this incessant need of the company to sell this to us? Why change the name of it in the fucking documentary, while JM and the others are literally saying the word "letter" translating it to "Dear.Army"? There is only one answer I can think of here. And you know exactly what that answer is.
I'm not going to go back to all the reasoning as to why this is way more than a song for fans, I feel like we've discussed this ad nauseam. I will only say that NOTHING we saw in the documentary contradicts what we think about Letter.
You can see, throughout the process how emotionally tasking the song is for JM. And yes, a song for ARMY could be emotional, I mean both JM and JK have immense love for ARMY, and we've seen JK burst into tears talking to army or about army, JM getting very emotional himself. But this, this was more. There are moments there when you can see the anxiety just bursting out of JM.
This song was just MORE.
Especially when you take everything you see in the documentary, JM's state of mind, his words, his behaviour, and add it all up with the lyrics, even more so the missing lyrics. Would be hard to explain how "dongsaeng" fits into "this is a song for army"... Add it to the hidden track. But not only it being a hidden track, it's a hidden track only on the physical CD. Not the digital CD. So, no streaming. A track for Army, for his fans, that not all of his fans get to hear freely? A track for Army that, hmm... maybe wasn't supposed to even be in the album?
We got more than 2 seconds of JK. That's worth a mention too, no?
Tumblr media Tumblr media
When I saw this I was: fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Cause, no way under the sun, yes, pun intended, that this was about ARMY.
Army was NEVER REFERENCED AS THE SUN BY ANY OF THEM.
NEVER.
You know who was?
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
The level of emotion we see from the two of them throughout the process... this was so personal.
I rewatched it again today before writing these lines. It's JK's body language, it's JM's body language, it's JM going in to cup JK's face when telling him he wrote a fan song, and JK's reaction.
Tumblr media
Dare I remind you that "Still with you" was classified by JK as a "fan song". Dare I remind you what our sentiments about that song are? Yeah, a fans song.
Tumblr media
And I will remind you, not that you need the reminder, who happened to state for all of us to see that he was JM's fan. Happening to do so during JM's promotions of Face and before JM's Face Live, which I do not think was a coincidence AT ALL.
Tumblr media
They are just precious. What else can I say?
There is this as well.
Tumblr media
Also, I don't think I'm the only one seeing this. JK at the end going in for a hug, but JM, reaches out for a hand shake and a bow.
Tumblr media
He bows.
Twice.
Now, the not going in for a hug could be one of two with JM. The first could be that it was too emotionally charged and that hug, in front of the cameras, will just be too hard. Too hard not to show the emotions. Too hard to break off.
Or, the second could be that by doing this, bowing the way he did do JK, he was showing us, the spectators, just how profoundly thankful he was for JK, and for his participating in the song.
Now that I think of it there could be a third reason. Which would be the combination of the two.
You know what I also noticed there?
That JK didn't bow back.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
So, that's more or less what happened with them in the documentary. Not too much talking, when there is it's subdued, understandably so, given this is all done in front of the cameras. But, there is an undertone of emotions there.
Oh, and did I mention we see JM wearing the very important, at the time, necklace throughout the documentary? On that day of recording as well.
And happy little coincidence them wearing the black and white bucket hats? Lol.
Ok then. By now we all know that JK joined the live. And he does it exactly when they started letter. Quelle surprise. Quelle coincidence. Or was it?
Observations:
JK is too skinny. JM thought so too all while grabbing his tiddy.
JK is really tired. Said he was practicing. Eyes red. He needs to eat and sleep.
JM was genuinely surprised by JK's appearance. Th way he lights up, he was surprised and giddy and excited, his whole body movement, practically dancing in his seat with glee.
Tumblr media
JK walks in holding his right hand in place. At first I thought maybe it was injured or hurt or unable to move, a cramp maybe, like the ones JM suffers from at times. But later on it looked like there was nothing wrong with his arm. So was that his way of holding himself back? Restraining himself? Containing himself?
JM signals for JK to talk into his mic,
Tumblr media
Pulls the mic up forward away from his chest, and as JK comes closer he lets it go and leans back for JK to move in.
And JK, well why? The mic is right there. Why does he lean in lower? To say hello to Army? Talking to JM's what? Not the mic, that's for sure...
There did not seem to be a chair there next to JM when the live started, and when JK was leaving JM had him take a chair with him. So, as JK came into frame were the staff assuming he's going to be joining JM for the rest of the live? Also making sure to hand him a mic?
And then, JM asks JK "why did you lose so much weight?", all while reaching out his arm, and JK moves forward towards him, and you can see JK's eyes moving down to JM's arm all while JM just goes for JK's chest. Just going straight for the grab.
Tumblr media
And JK, he loses it for just a second.
Tumblr media
Sniff, gulp, giggle...
And we are back.
JK laughingly tells us he just practiced. But kind of still dumbfounded I guess.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
And then I think JM came to as well (you know, awakening from the aftershock of his own actions, lol) and tells JK "time to go", or more so "get the fuck out of here as fast as you can and take that chair with you while you're at it, cause if you don't leave now I'm going to jump your bones right here right now".
Ok, so maybe he didn't say those words exactly, but that was the sentiment, lol.
JM apologises. Thrice.
For sending JK on his way.
And we get the hug. One of those Jikook in front of the camera hugs.
Tumblr media
And again JM rushes JK to leave, smacking his butt while he's at it.
JK grabs the chair, tells JM to enjoy watching with Army and tells us he loves us on the way out. And JM sitting there watching JK, giggling, smile plastered on his face, waving by. But that isn't the end of it.
Because as JK leaves JM follows him with his gaze, until he waves him goodbye and only then gets back to the documentary.
Tumblr media
And this is when we lost JM for a few minutes there during that part of the documentary, and even more so when JK was on screen singing or during their interactions.
And we also got this reaction to their hug.
Tumblr media
What was going through your mind at that moment JM?
After JK leaves there is not too much left until the end of the documentary. And then we have a JM giggles attack. And the man is telling us he's laughing about balloon placements, but seriously, do we really think that's it?
And yes, JM was as always his own shy self while going it alone, and yes, he was finding it hard where to go with the live once the video was over, but this was just more than just plain embarrassment or shyness.
Could there have been someone there waiting for him? Someone that has that kind of effect on JM perhaps?
I don't think JK was there the whole time. He really did leave when JM was waving him goodbye (if he hadn't have left JM wouldn't have been able to get back to the documentary the way he did). But possibly, very possibly, lover boy went to shower and came back in time for JM's ending.
JM tells us during that giggle attack that he will post a pic of the funny balloons only to later post a pic of 19 balloons, the ones in the front shaped like an S. And why do I feel like that was JK's doing? The S shaped balloons...
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Clearly the balloons were not placed that way at first.
Tumblr media
Someone did this. Question is which one of them. The S, the 19, not a coincidence.
I guess that's it for this post.
Like I mentioned, I know I probably forgot stuff, and there will probably several posts to follow.
But I just needed to get this one out there for you guys. And I guess we'll add on as we go (especially seeing that I've reached my image limit here, as usual).
To sum this up.
WOW!!!
159 notes · View notes
tehnakki · 5 months ago
Text
Had to have another frustrating convo with a white guy who started his introduction at a sex party I was hosting with "i'm lonely/recently divorced/widowed and haven't had sex in a couple years" and then afterwards reached out to me that he had a good time but couldn't figure out how to initiate anything more than surface level conversations with people.
This is like a regular trope of straight white dudes in a bunch of the sex communities I'm in and I just want to take them all and shake the fuck out of them and scream in their faces "YOU GET BACK THE ENERGY YOU BRING TO AN INTERACTION"
You come in with your mopey ass vibes and then wonder why no one thinks your sexy???? You started the interaction off with "hi, i'm pathetic and sad". Of course that is a vibe killer for almost everyone! Also, you didn't ask for sex! You said that you haven't had sex in a while, which implies that you either don't want to have sex or you don't know how to ask for what you want, both boner-killers.
We give explicit instructions during opening circle to ask for one specific thing you want and these dummies never do. They just say what they don't have and then are surprised that it hasn't changed by the end of the night. And I always model it by going first.
(read more for those who don't want to know what gets me off lol)
"Hey, I'm Nakki, they/them pronouns. I'm a pain slut and always open for pain play with new people. Tonight I would like to be fisted." And guess what, I got fisted by 3 different people, and caned/whipped by 4 others. Super fucking easy.
Thankful one of my cohost is a older cis white man and he has infinite patience for talking these dudes through how to behave like a normal human being at a sex party. So if they reach out to me I give them a quick read of their intro and why it didn't encourage me to ask them to play, and then pass them over to my cohost to have the manly heart to heart about actually listening to what people are saying and asking for what you want.
And over time some of them do get better at interacting and participating. I had one older divorcee guy who was beyond awkward at 4 or 5 parties last year and then showed up a couple weeks ago at one and just said his name and pronouns at opening circle (which impressed me, because normal he mentions he was divorced, and had misgendered me a couple times before) and came up to me immediately afterwards and said, "I've been learning electroplay because you mentioned it last year. I've been practicing it on myself and others and I'm really good at it now. Can I hurt you sometime tonight?" Apparently I got so wet so fast that my top (who had her hand between my legs) started cackling uncontrollably.
Anyways, that guy now has my full consent to choke me on his cock while he electrocutes the shit out of me whenever he wants. And he also has a bunch of regular play partners out of the group because people saw me losing my mind and wanted to take him for a spin as well.
Bring your sexy vibes and you will get sexy back. Bring your sad vibes and you will get sad vibes back. It is so easy. Stop making sex awkward.
38 notes · View notes
gayshitfuckers · 1 month ago
Text
HELLO I JUST GOT THE QUARRY AND I HAVE MANY OPINIONS AND YES MOST OF THEM ARE ABOUT THE ABSOLUTELY SHOULD HAVE BEEN EMMA X ABI (don't get me wrong, their friendship is SO cute and them being canonical besties is still very precious, I just noticed something i think is worth mentioning)
(spoiler warning? Idk if its necessary cause it's been out for a lil while but if you're dumb like me and my brother and have only just got/played it then be warned)
So, as we are all aware, Nick gets infected like Chapter? 3? 4? Whatever it is... and proceeds to act Very Very Weird towards Abi, very grabby and sort of demanding her attention while also insulting her. But pretty much the very last thing he does is grab her and try to pull her into him before yknow ~flinging her~. All very uncomfortable, but remember the last thing he does in Wolf Delerium™️ before going full munch is pretty much force her to be right next to him when he's about to turn. And sure he wasn't aware of what he was doing but the game gives the impression that whoever's bitten kind of knows that nothing good is about to happen and that their personalities/insecurities are reflected in their changes.
Tumblr media
I mean come ON that is such a fuckin predator-ass pose (sorry Nick I swear I don't hate him that much it's just this part makes it DIFFICULT to love him)
Now, I would like to compare that with this little tidbit I noticed in my run. Later in I think Chapter 8, Abi and Emma are in the storm shelter together with Emma infected (my bad babes, fucked up your QTE for you). The convo ain't pretty, although it's certainly not the levels of uncomfortable with Nick. But then! THEN! Something very interesting happens. Despite being angry and having just verbally lashed out at Abi, Emma? Staggers away?? From what I could tell she was quite literally seconds away from turning and just stops speaking before abruptly putting some distance between herself and Abi. And at this point honestly Emma knew about as much as Nick (maybe a bit more cause she's been told the basics but she hasn't actually seen a transformation, all her info is whatever Kaitlyn very quickly conveyed to Emma). All that's happened to her up to is she's had a couple run ins with werewolves and hidden in the van.
This is all a very longass way of saying I can't get it out of my head that Emma realised what was happening (or at least had figured out she was some sort of danger to Abj) and was trying to PROTECT her. When Nick was this far along, he was saying vaguely cannibalistic sentiments to Abi so I'm presuming atp Emma's having similar munchy thoughts, but instead of acting on them like Nick did she's putting distance between her and Abi. She's mere moments away from turning and somehow fights her instincts off long enough to keep Abi just a little bit safer from her. Kinda further emphasised by the fact that she very softly says 'Abi' before moving away from her in a kinda panicked way.
(Found the exact thing below so you can see what I mean, but I think she goes a bit further before physically collapsing)
Tumblr media
I also think this is one of the only cases I know of where someone infected like actively moves away from their friends? Dylan comes the closest by telling Kaitlyn she has to get away (also hard to judge cause man's in stuck in a crane so I'll give him half credit on that one). But as far as I know Emma's the only one who in pretty much her final moments physically goes against the curse enough to try and get away.
ALSO VERY INTERESTINGLY, even after she turns, she takes...a very long time to get to Abi. You can hear the sound of her fully turning as Abi goes to the ladder. I'm gonna say tops this is like? 15 metres away? It's close enough that a human could close it in a few seconds, the werewolves can basically jump that distance in a second - if that. But it takes her (and yes I timed it) all of twenty seconds to actually reach Abi and drag her off the ladder. Abi has time to get halfway up, fall off, get BACK up and only after failing a mash QTE will Emma get her. And we KNOW Emma knew where she was cause she does look at Abi just before she runs to get away. Even giving a suitable amount of time for confusion, other werewolves haven't taken more than a few seconds before running off to do something - hell even giving her 10s (which is WAY more than any other werewolf in the game takes to get into action) she's still standing there doing nothing for another 10s.
Am I suggesting that Emma loves Abi so much she fought the urge to hunt her down long enough to give her 2 chances to escape? And that she tried to further that chance by moving just that little bit away from Abi before turning? Yes. Yes I wholeheartedly am.
Obviously this is just my interpretation of that event but!!! I maintain the evidence is there. But even if you don't perceive it as potentially romantic, it still serves well to show the depth of their friendship. At the very least it shows that at her heart, Emma cares more about Abi than Nick as they both lash out at Abi in a similar manner but Emma pulls herself together long enough to give Abi a better chance.
16 notes · View notes
gingergofastboatsmojito · 5 months ago
Text
You know what Syd & Carmy need?
A good rage fuck MEDIATOR
Tumblr media
And this convo I just had in the comments this great post with @invisiblerambler brought Luca to my mind when I came up with the idea that we all are kinda rooting for Carmy to make progress in therapy, which I'm 100% on board with too, but IRL sometimes that's just not enough, some times we just need a friend that can understand us and we don't have undealt with feelings for or a secret attraction for. Especially someone like Carmy that didn't have that growing up.
Tumblr media
The opposite may also be true IRL. Sometimes our close circle of friends is just not enough and we need to complement it with a good therapist or team of therapists, in some cases.
Life is not one or the other, life is messier. And so are these characters and this show. Right?
I always thought that when Carmy and Richie could really mend their relationship, which I'm sure will happen at some point, that person was gonna be Cousin. Now, after watching this S3 that keeps growing more and more on me as I rewatch its pivotal scenes, I'm having my doubts about that, simply because he has his own personal demons to deal with and, just like Carmy, he's not great at it. They are more alike than they think.
Whereas, as I mentioned here, Luca represents Carmy's healed version. That's why Storer brought him back at this point of Carmy's story. He is needed.
IMO: The bringer of light role, that he will play in Syd's story, as I elaborated in → here in the bonus track, will actually in a case of classic Storer mirroring, be the same role he will play in Carmy's story at this point of his redemption arc. I'm sure.
And Luca will be doing that for both at the same time, by being THE MEDIATOR between the two because he already knows Carmy and will get to know Syd when the Sydluca storyline (or as I call it, the PRESYDCARMYLUCA plot device) develops next season, for just a few months.
Tumblr media
I can't wait for him to mediate between these two and ironically bring them closer together. I really can't.
Storer, I'm with you on this one. Don't even think about letting me down bc you're already on very thin ice with me.
Related note: This.
23 notes · View notes
nicnacsnonsense · 6 months ago
Text
Changes I would make to “Lies My Parents Told Me”:
Instead of Giles and Buffy being Team Kill Spike and Team Zero Precautions respectively, Giles should think Spike needs to be chained up 24/7 until the trigger is deactivated while Buffy thinks it’s fine for him to walk around free as long as she’s there to directly supervise.
Giles does not collude with Robin
Buffy & Giles still have their convo but it is not a distraction nor does it involve Giles lecturing Buffy about how being a general means making the sacrifices that I’ve decided you should make.
Buffy is the one to bring up her refusal to kill Dawn suspecting that Giles might be doing the same thing again but with Spike this time. And Giles is the one to have changed his mind on his former actions, saying that he trained Buffy to be independent and a leader and it was wrong of him to follow that with second guessing and undermining any decision she made that he didn’t necessarily agree with. But he will add that that trust does have to be a two-way street; if a good leader expects their people to follow them even into decisions they don’t personally agree with, they have to make sure their people feel like their concerns and opinions are being heard. That’s Giles concerns about Spike, but also the Potentials’ fears too. (This is where he would presumably mention Robin told him about being the son of one of the Slayers that Spike killed, prompting Buffy to realize, oh shit, Robin’s going to kill Spike.)
The First as Nikki Wood should show up twice. Once to tip Robin off about Giles and Buffy being out and goading him into taking this opportunity to fight Spike (admittedly not sure how he convinces Spike to come to his place in this one), and again during the fight scene between Spike and Robin. Because this is the kind of threat they should have focused on the First posing. It’s Spike who has been turned into a feral killer via the First’s trigger vs Robin who has been manipulated by the First into pursuing his own vendetta over what’s best for stopping the apocalypse, and whoever ends up killing the other, the First wins.
Spike’s trigger breaking starts with the realization that his mom loved him, yes, and that the vampire his mother became who said all those hateful things was a different person. But from there he realizes that who he is now with a soul is a different person than the demon without it. Not completely different, the demon is still in him, just like there are still pieces of soft mousy William in him, but he doesn’t have to be either of them anymore and doesn’t have to feel guilty about the things they did. So maybe Robin doesn’t forgive Spike for killing his mom — again, sorry about that — but Spike forgives himself, and you know what, that’s all that matters to him. And that is what breaks the trigger
Also Spike lets Robin keep Nikki’s coat because that’s his dead mother’s coat, goddamn
27 notes · View notes