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lowkeyrobin · 5 months ago

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Hello! I was wondering if you could write a James Hook x Reader. She’s Hans’ daughter but her relationship with him is complicated. Since he couldn’t become king he wants the reader to marry a prince so she can be a queen in the future. She tells him no prince would ever fall for her bc she’s a VK to get him to stop pressuring her. But the truth is she doesn’t even want to marry a prince bc she likes James.

Although she’s Hans’ daughter she’s friends with Bridget and Ella bc she’s nothing like her father personality wise and doesn’t want to be ever. Which is why James became intrigued with her and flirts. She’s always standing up for Bridget.

Anyway at the end Hans somehow finds out what’s going on between reader and James. Later at night he confronts the reader about it stating that she will marry a prince. But she finally stands up for herself. You can decide what he says but then he leaves and she breaks down but James comforts her bc he heard everything. You can decide the rest.

Sorry this is long thank you in advance!

oooo okay okay I can try! ; just so yk I only do gn / they/them readers but I usually keep gender pretty ambiguous lol ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy! ; also this gives pink pony club and I need someone to agree cause I feel crazy for thinking it ??? ; update on that I listened to ppc and it's now heavily influenced on that last part

JAMES HOOK ; complicated

summary ; a vk who acts like an ak catches his attention, fascinating him

warnings ; language, use of gorgeous but in a gn way who cares about societal norms

word count ; 1.5k

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"That boy, uh... Prince Charming, at your school, why not marry him?"

"Oh my fucking Christ, Dad" You groan. "One, I'm a VK, two, he doesn't like me, nor do I like him, three, stop with this conversation"

"What about that Snow White girl?"

You grumble, stomping away to your room to get away from your self projecting father. Every day for the past God-knows-how-long he'd keep bringing up you marrying into a royal family. Just because he lost a girl by being a douchebag apparently meant he had to project his insecurities on you.

You weren't like him at all, nor did you ever want to be. He was a complete asshat from what he's told you, thinking he was always in the right. You were a VK gone soft, or a VK with morals and a good heart, whatever floats your boat.

Your best friends Bridget and Ella were AK's who'd welcomed you into the good side with open arms. They were quiet and sort of shy, too scared to stand up for themselves. But that's why they had you, because being born as a villain kid meant you could be mean, you could use your voice to get what you wanted, or at least try.

"Go away, Hook. Leave her alone." you call, walking up on James and Maleficent picking on Bridget and her bright pink flower themed cake.

"Or what?" He questions, leaning away from Bridget, turning to you as you stand in front of her. "Gonna walk the plank for me?"

You roll your eyes. "Are you looking for a fight? What do you guys get out of doing this?"

He shrugs deviously. "Entertainment, darling."

"Go away," you order, "Unless you really wanna put your Captain title at risk." You turn around, pulling Bridget away from the duo.

"Confident, are you?" He laughs. "Wait and see, gorgeous," he turns around, pulling his partner along.

Maleficent hisses, watching as you and Bridget walk away.

"What's with you and that fake VK?" she asks him.

James shrugs.

"Well, hello again, darling"

"Don't you ever go away?"

"You've got a mouth for an Auradon Kid, don't you?" He chuckles. "Wait... you're not an Auradon Kid. You're a VK."

You roll your eyes. "Just cause I was conceived by a villain doesn't mean I am a villain"

He sighs. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

You turn around, seeing him still standing over you. Can't a person get five minutes alone in the library?

"What do you want?"

He shrugs. "Wanted to ask why you've joined the good side. You're always defending those girls. It's weird"

"How is having morals weird?" you ask. "Genuinley. Sit"

He glances around with furrowed brows before joining you, taking a seat beside you. He sits sideways to face you, resting his hooked hand on the table.

"What makes you think harassing people is fun?"

He shrugs. "It's funny, entertaining."

"Sadly, I can't control your actions." you speak with a light sigh, turning back to your book.

"Why do you defend them?" He asks rather swiftly.

"Because they're my friends?" you reply.

He tilts his head. "You're fascinating"

You groan. "I'm a normal, not evil person"

"And I'm not?"

"No, you're a bitch"

"Hello, love"

"Piss off"

"You should be nicer to me. After all..."

"Close your damn mouth. There is nothing going on between us"

Bridget and Ella, wide-eyed, turn to you.

You exhale through your nose, slowly closing your eyes to find yourself and to not freak out. You look at them, a kind smile on your face.

"There is nothing going on between us" you repeat.

"I'd beg to differ..." James mumbles while Morgie giggles.

You turn to the girls. "Go to class, I'll be there in a minute"

They nod, walking to the classroom just down the hall.

You cross your arms, waiting for James to speak. Morgie stands beside him before he's shoo'd away, making the conversation private.

James smiles, pulling a sandwich bag out of his coat. Inside rests three slightly crumbled cookies that he'd made just for you. He holds them out to you, a cautious and slightly concerned look on his face.

"Sorry your dad's been... y'know"

You shrug, accepting the sweet treats. "It's fine, just pisses me off. Thank you, though"

"Anytime, darling"

"You need to stop with that. Someone's gonna catch on that there is actually something going on between us"

"Eh, I'm alright with that"

"See you later, pirate boy"

"Hook you later, love"

You press a chaste kiss to his lips before running up the front steps of your house, opening the door with a small smile on your lips. You close the door behind you, watching through the window as your little love interest walks away.

You walk into the living room, saying hello to your father, backpack slung over your shoulder. "I'm home"

"How was your day?" He asks, flipping the TV to another channel.

Your ears painfully vibrate due to the sound of your father sharpening a knife in his lap. God, he couldn't pick a better time?

"Fine," you wince. "I'll be in my room. I have homework"

You quickly walk away before he can speak anymore, knowing leftover dinner was in the fridge for you to access. Having homework wasn't a lie, but you were definitely lying about doing it.

As darkness fell, and after you'd dropped multiple hours cleaning your room, you opened up your window, allowing the fresh, cool air into the stuffy warm room. You lean against the window sill, awaiting your dumb love, the breeze brushing against your face.

You knew this was wrong, all of it. You'd been having wicked dreams of leaving Auradon, hearing new, distant lands calling your name. You'd never make your father proud. He'll see his baby and scream, 'God, what have you done?' as you wave goodbye on a ship with James, dressed to explore the world.

You had dreams, he had expectations.

You imagined a wide open sea, James Hook at your side, the salty air against your face. It was a daydream, one that could be accomplished. You imagine a whole world to explore, all the things you'd never seen, you'd be able to experience. From waterfalls to exotic animals, you wanted to see it all, you wanted to see all the sunsets and cultural differences. You wanted it all.

"Hey!"

"Hi!"

You watch as Hook climbs up the tree in your front yard, then use your little zipline connected to the roof to enter your room through the window. You grab his hand, pulling him into the refreshed bedroom you called home.

He rests his hands around your waist, his signature smirky-smile upon his face. "I missed you oh-so dearly"

You scoff. "It's been like, five hours"

He pulls you closer, smashing your lips together like this was some romantic romance movie where the two main characters had to leave each other in the end. He shoves you to the bed, allowing you to sit on the mattress as he stands over you, his hook lightly tracing your jawline, his hand resting on the nape of your neck.

Your door flings open, the two of you jumping in fear, eyes glued to the room's entrance. James quickly scrambles out the window, leaving you alone to deal with your father.

"Are you kidding me, Y/n?! First you're kissing a boy outside, then you're sneaking him into my house! For the last time, you'll be marrying into royalty, not sneaking around with some pirate wannabe!" Your father shouts. "I'll be boarding up your window from now on and I'll be taking this damn door away too."

"Just because you have a soft ego and are a narcissistic piece of shit doesn't mean you can force your insecurities on to me!" You yell. "My love life has nothing to do with you at all. I'm not going to be some teenage newlywed so you can ruin a whole kingdom's worth of lives through me. I am not you and I will never be you!"

He's too stunned to speak, surprised that you've talked back, the words leaving your lips like you had them ready to use. You stare into his soul, heavily breathing, fists clenched as you stand in front of him.

You rush to the window as he leaves, slamming the door behind him, not sure how to approach the situation. You slide out the open window, holding back tears.

James quickly wraps you in a hug, allowing you to crumble in his arms.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" He whispers, holding onto you tightly.

"It's fine" You shake your head with a grumble. "Fuck"

His hand rubs your shoulder.

You sit in silence with him for a few minutes, carefully listening as your father stomps around the house.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, love. Do you need somewhere else to stay?-"

"I'm fine" You reply. "I'll be fine"

He's silent for a moment. "I don't feel comfortable leaving you here"

"He won't hurt me. He's a wimp with an ego." You shrug.

He nods. "Yeah, that's true"

You quickly look up at him, a random thought in your brain. "Have you ever seen a flamingo before? In real life?"

"I've conquered the seven seas, babe. Of course I have"

"Cool"

#lowkeyrobin #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader #descendants x gn reader #descendants x reader #james hook x reader #hook x reader #joshua colley x reader #descendants rise of red #rise of red x reader

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helluverse-rewrites · 7 days ago

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Rewriting Fizzarolli and Striker

Yeah I'm putting these two together because if I were to just do one it would be to short I feel

Fizzarolli

Fizz is a fucking menace. He causes chaos wherever he goes with no regard for others. He's a selfish jokester and an asshole and legit loves to bully people and make others feel smaller than he feels

I hate how the show ruined his character and just made him uwu sub boy who has to be protected by his big dom daddy. Make him be an asshole. You guys had it in the first half

Sure, he was a jerk before working under Mammon. But after? He can read you like a book. He knows immediately what your biggest insecurity and will bully you mercilessly about it

I'm not going to spoil too much about my rewrite of Fizzmodeus just yet. But they didn't have the smoothest first meeting

Yeah he bullies people using their insecurities, but truth be told, he has a lot of insecurities he hides behind cruel words and snark. He is literally all bark and no bite

Okay he can bully you and he tells you exactly what he thinks of you. But around Mammon? He is very compliant, it's like he's a completely different person honestly

Striker

Striker :)))

We don't meet Striker until the halfway point of season 1, but his character is foreshadowed a lot in the first couple episodes. Wanted posters, offhanded comments, ect. but the thing is... nobody knows it's Striker. When assassinating people, he keeps his identity hidden behind different pieces of clothing. But one thing that points to his identity is that one golden fang. A passerby claims that the assassin's mask slipped off for a split second, revealing a golden tooth. A couple other people has claimed to also see the golden fang. And until his identity is confirmed, they call the assassin Golden Fang. Too bad so many imps do, in fact, have a golden tooth

The only reason the higher ups care about this is because he's killing royals, and that's unacceptable

Striker is a cunning, manipulative, and charming imp. Like I said, we meet him at the Harvest Moon Festival, and it's revealed that he's actually a family friend of Millie and her family. Moxxie immediately doesn't like him and Striker is oblivious

Man, wouldn't it be crazy if he ended up joining I.M.P which creates some fun dynamics 🤔🤔

Oh yeah I should probably go over the reason why he hates rich people. When Striker was only five, his family got killed by the Goetias. His family were trained fighters so they tried to fend off the Goetias. Striker, being smaller than them, and also a baby, just had to hide and hope for the best. He hid under his bed for five hours, hoping his ma or pa would come to retrieve him and tell him everything would be alright. But that never came

#anti spindlehorse #anti vivziepop #vivziepop critical #vivziepop criticism #vivziepop critique #helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critique #spindlehorse criticism #helluva boss rewrite

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canirove · 2 months ago

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The invinsible princess | Chapter 6

“It isn't a fairytale… and that's ok”

Chapter 5 | Chapter 7

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“So your cousin Victoria is an influencer.”

“She prefers being called content creator.”

“Right…” Pedri says. “What's the difference?”

“Honestly… I don't know” I laugh. “But that's what she says when our cousins tease her about it.”

“Isn't it weird, tho?”

“What is?”

“That she is an influe… I mean, a content creator. Her mother is a princess.”

“Yeah. But Victoria isn't.”

“Why?”

“Uh?”

“Why isn't she a princess?”

“Because only the children of the future king or queen get that title.”

“So your children…”

“My children won't have any title. I mean, they will be part of the royal family and treated as such, but it won't be the same as Leonor's children” I explain.

“Because she is the heir and you aren't.”

“Exactly. Now can you please stay still? I don't want to butcher your eyebrow.”

“Sorry” Pedri chuckles. ��And thank you for helping me with them. They were starting to get a bit wild and my barber still is on his honeymoon.”

“You don't have to thank me, Pedri. What are girlfriends for if not for taking care of their boyfriends crazy eyebrows?”

“Yeah” he chuckles. “Speaking of girlfriends and honeymoons… What about your future husband?”

“What about him?”

“Does he… ouch!”

“Sorry. What about my future husband?” I ask again, trying not to smile.

“Will he have a title?”

“Prince Consort. Don't you like it?”

“What?”

“You are knitting your eyebrows, Pedri. Don't you like how Prince Consort Pedro sounds?”

“What? No, no, no. I mean…”

“You are blushing, Pedri.”

“I'm not blushing, Sofía.”

“Yes, you are. Here and here” I say, touching his cheeks with my finger.

“Big mistake, my lady” he says, grabbing my hand by my wrist before I can put it down. “Big mistake.”

“Pedri!” I laugh as he somehow twists me until my arms are trapped between his and I'm sitting on his lap, unable to move.

“Now what, my lady?” he says, kissing my neck.

“Now I can't finish fixing your eyebrows.”

“What a shame” he says as he keeps kissing me.

“Pedri” I gasp.

“You liked that, didn't you?” he says against my skin.

“I did” I nod.

“Would you like me to keep going? To keep kissing you like this? To free one of my hands and touch you?” he whispers against my skin.

“I would.”

“Well, not happening.”

“What?”

“You tease me, I tease you” he says with his best smile, freeing my arms.

“Rude.”

“You started it all, my lady” he shrugs.

“Whatever.”

“Sofía, where are you going?” he says when I get up from his lap. “And my eyebrows?”

“They are done.”

“No, they aren't. I can't show up at the Formula 1 this weekend with wonky eyebrows! Sofía… Sofía, wait” he says, following me as I leave the bathroom. “Are we seriously going to have an argument because I stopped kissing you?”

“No.”

“Sofía… Sofía, hey. What is it?” he says, taking my hand on his and making me look at him.

“Nothing.”

“Sofía…” he says, caressing my cheek with the other. “I know there is something inside that pretty head of yours that is worrying you.”

“It's just… Your face.”

“What?” Pedri laughs.

“The face you made when I mentioned the Prince Consort title. It's like you… Nevermind” I sigh.

“Like I what, Sofía?” he says, closing most of the space between us.

“Like you didn't like it, Pedri” I say. “Like you… I don't know. Like you didn't see yourself being regarded that way. As if… as if your insecurities about not being enough were back and you had doubts about this. About us and our future.”

“Did you seriously get all that from me knitting my eyebrows?” he chuckles.

“Yeah.”

“Sofía… Sofía, look at me” he says, his hand moving from my cheek to my chin and lifting it. “I have zero doubts about us, you hear me? Zero. I'm all in with this relationship. All in. Titles, protocols, boring trips, the press, wearing uncomfortable suits and crowns even if when we met you told me you don't get to wear one… Whatever comes with it, I am all in. And do you know why?”

“No” I whisper.

“Because I love you, Sofía. I love you so much and you are so worth it, that I will do anything for you. Or almost anything because I'm not giving up on my career if the day we marry I'm still playing football.”

“Wait, do you want to marry me?”

“Don't you?”

“I asked first, Pedri.”

“Fine” he says, rolling his eyes. “It is a thought that has crossed my mind, yes. How it would be, how would we do it, how would I ask you…”

“Is that why you asked me about my cousin Victoria and her title? Because you want to know what to expect?”

“Maybe” he shrugs.

“Then why the… you know” I say, poking him between his eyebrows.

“Because you reminded me of Fermín constantly calling me Pedro I of Spain.”

“What?” I laugh.

“It's either that or Prince Pedro, and he's been doing it since the day we met after the Euros final. So when you told me that one day I may actually get to be called something similar, my first reaction was of…”

“Eww, no?”

“Something like that, yes” he chuckles. “But it wasn't because of you, or because I don't want to be with you, or because I don't want a future with you, Sofía. Because I do. I want it all with you. It was just…”

“Your annoying friend.”

“Yeah” he smiles. “So put away all those insecurities, ok?”

“Ok” I nod. “I love you, Pedri.”

“I love you too” he replies. “And before we start kissing and definitely get carried away, can you please finish fixing my eyebrows? I seriously do not want to show up at Montmeló with a proper eyebrow and a caterpillar next to it. I must look my best so you don't run away with Ricciardo.”

“What?” I laugh.

“I know you fancy him, Sofía” he smirks.

“Yes, and?”

“And if he asked you to leave it all behind and follow him around the world, you would.”

“No, I wouldn't. And do you know why?”

“Enlighten me.”

“Because I have everything I need right here with you. Wonky eyebrows and everything.”

“Aww, Sofía. Look at you going cheesy” Pedri says with a teasing smile. “But even if you like me like this, can we please go back to what we were doing?”

“The kissing my neck, you mean?” I say, closing the space between us a bit more.

“First the eyebrows, then the kissing.”

“Promise?”

“I promise” he says. “And just like princesses do, a future Prince Consort also keeps his promises.”

“Ok” I chuckle.

“C'mon” he says, kissing my nose and walking us back into the bathroom.

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“Urgh, not again” Irene says.

“Uh?”

“That photo of you and Victoria with Leclerc has showed up again on my for you page on Instagram. It's impossible to get rid of it!”

“You tell me” I sigh.

“How does Pedri feel about it?”

“I don't know.”

“What?”

“Yeah” I say, biting my lip. “I don't even know if he has seen it. Though I guess that if it hasn't shown up to him on Instagram too, it definitely has to one of the boys and they've showed him. Fermín, probably.”

“So you haven't talked about it?” she asks me.

“No, we haven't. Things didn't blow up until Monday and by then he was already with the national team in Madrid.”

“Yikes, Sofía.”

“Irene, don't do that.”

“Do what?”

“Say yikes as if this is something that is going to hurt our relationship!”

“Well, you've been pictured giving heart eyes to one of the most handsome men on planet earth, everyone is talking about it and shipping you, your boyfriend hasn't said a word about it yet, and you haven't asked him about it either. That is a bit yikes, cousin.”

“It… urgh” I groan, closing my laptop and resting my head on top of it. Because she is right. Everything going online and the radio silence from Pedri, plus me not saying anything either, is yikes. And just after my little meltdown and him reassuring me that things were ok between us, that he was all in.

But, I mean, it is just a photo taken out of context. I have not done anything wrong.

While he had attended the Spanish GP invited by Red Bull with some of his teammates, I had done it with an invitation from Ferrari thanks to my cousin Victoria and her friendship with Carlos Sainz.

The plan was to have a nice weekend enjoying the race, spend some time all of us together without worrying too much because being seen together at such a big event that so many different people attend isn't that weird, and maybe fangirl a bit, which was what was happening when that photo had been taken.

Carlos had just introduced Victoria and I to Charles Leclerc, and I was politely smiling at him like I usually do when someone is talking to me or telling me something. But in that exact second when the photo had been taken, it looked as if besides smiling at him, I was looking at him as if he was the most beautiful human being ever, giving him heart eyes like Irene said. And, I mean, maybe there was a bit of that because besides Ricciardo he is my favourite driver and he is really handsome. In person even more than in photos. But that was it, nothing else was happening. There actually is a photo taken like a minute later where I look bored as hell.

But the press and the fans didn't care about that one and only focused on the previous one, making it go viral and saying things like the princess being in love with the “other prince of Monaco”, that royalty calls to royalty, that I was shooting my shot because he is single now… And then other crazier and less nice things that I prefer not to talk about.

So yeah, the past 72 hours have been kind of nuts online, and I haven't heard a single word from Pedri yet. He left after the race because the next day he had to be in Madrid with the national team, and since then we've texted a few times, the usual when he is away since he likes to stay focused. But there has not been a single word about that photo. More than once I've tried to bring up the topic and joke about it because it is something silly, but then I chicken out because maybe for him it isn't that simple, I don't want to discuss this via texts, and… Yeah.

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“You are back!” I say, running to welcome Pedri after hearing the door of his house.

“Yeah” he says, throwing his bag in one corner and completely ignoring me, leaving me with my arms open waiting for a hug that never comes.

“How was the trip back? All good?” I ask him as I follow him to the kitchen.

“Yeah” he says again, opening his fridge.

“I've missed you.”

“Sure” he snorts, taking a sip from a beer.

“What?”

“I said sure, Sofía” he says, walking past me and not bothering to look me in the face.

“Pedri, what happened? Why are you behaving like this? And why are you drinking this late at night?”

“Do you seriously have to ask?”

“I…”

“Don't play dumb, Sofía” he says after taking another sip of his beer. “You know why I am like this.”

“Those two games you lost aren't that important. One was a friendly and the other…”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Who the hell cares about the games, Sofía?”

“I… I thought…”

“I can't believe it” he laughs. “I can't fucking believe you still have the guts to lie to me.”

“Lie to you? What…”

“The photo, Sofía. The bloody photo with Charles Leclerc.”

“Oh… that” I whisper, now being the one who avoids looking him in the face.

“Yes, that. The photo I knew nothing about because my girlfriend hadn't told me anything about it, and by the looks of it, was never going to.”

“I… I wanted to but I… I…” I mumble.

“But what, uh? What was so important that you couldn't tell your boyfriend, hey, this is going on, and avoid making him look like an idiot in front of all his teammates?”

“Pedri, I…”

“Do you know how I found out about it? Or more importantly, when?” he continues. “Today. I fucking found out about it today, Sofía. Almost a week after it became viral. And if it hadn't been because Ferran actually worries and cares about me, who knows if I would have found out at all!”

“I also care about you, Pedri.”

“Do you? Do you really do, Sofía?”

“Yeah.”

“Then why the fuck did you lie to me? Why didn't you tell me what was going on?”

“I didn't lie to you. I just… I chose to wait. I was going to tell you once you were back.”

“Of course you were” he snorts.

“I was” I insist.

“Well, no need to tell me now, because I already know that the whole world wants my girlfriend to date bloody Charles Leclerc!”

“They can say whatever they want, I don't care. I love you, Pedri.”

“Then why the didn't you tell me about that photo when it blew up? Like, I was so confused when Ferran came to me and said, bro, you can tell me if seeing everything that is going on online with Sofía is bothering you, you don't have to fake around me, I am your best friend. And then I saw the photo and the comments, and I understood why I had sometimes caught the boys giving me weird looks. They knew what was going on, but didn't want to tell me anything because I apparently wasn't giving a shit about it. But what they didn't know, was that I didn't care because I didn't know about it in the first place! Because my girlfriend hadn't said a single word about it and acted as if everything was ok every time we talked throughout the week!”

“I'm sorry, ok! But you always say that when you are away with the national team you want to focus just on that and disconnect from everything else and I didn't want to distract you. Especially after losing the first game and the way the press was going after you. And even if that photo is something silly, I felt like talking about it over facetime wasn't the best thing to do.”

“And haven't you stopped to think that maybe you didn't want to discuss it over the phone because it actually wasn't something silly? That it was something important?”

“Pedri, it is just a photo taken out of context! Like, there are others taken just seconds after that one where I look bored as hell and as if I wanted to go home!”

“Maybe. But the one that went viral and everyone is talking about is the one where you are smiling and looking at him as if he was the most beautiful thing in the world!”

“Ok, fine! So what if I was looking at him like that, uh? You know he is one of my favourite drivers, I was starstruck!”

“Starstruck, Sofía?” he laughs. “Seriously?”

“Yes! I saw one of my idols and they caught me smiling at him like the fangirl I am. That doesn't mean that I want to break up with you and go marry him tomorrow!”

“Then why didn't you tell me?” Pedri says, raising his voice more than he already was.

“Because I didn't want to worry you with something silly, I already told you!” I reply, also raising my voice.

“Bloody hell, Sofía” he says, running a hand through his hair. “Can you for a fucking second put yourself on my shoes? Yes, to you it meant nothing and it is just a photo taken out of context. But think about me now. Think about how I felt when I saw my girlfriend giving heart eyes to a guy like Charles Leclerc, and then read that the whole world was shipping them and wanting them to date, marry and have five kids.”

“Pedri…”

“It isn't the first time this happens, Sofía. You know it isn't the first time you are seen with a guy and people say you would make the perfect couple. When we started seeing each other, everyone assumed you were with Ferran, not me. They even thought of Gavi before me! Gavi!” he laughs. “And then you also have people wanting you to date that Danish prince who is like super tall and looks like he comes from a Disney movie. Or that British duke that looks like an extra from Bridgerton. Or that millionaire heir you dated when you were a teen. They all are guys who have a life and a background totally opposite to mine. Who look the total opposite of how I look. And that makes me feel insecure about myself and brings back all my doubts, because it is like people are rubbing in my face that I am not enough, that those guys are better for you than I am. That I will never be like them.”

“Pedri, that's not true and you know it” I say, daring to close the space between us a little bit. “You aren't less than any of them, and I don't care if people think they are better for me than you are. This is my life, not theirs.”

“Of course you don't care about what people say. You are finally being talked about like you always wanted, so let them say whatever they want, right?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You've always complained about not being seen, Sofía. About being left behind, about being the invisible princess. And now, you aren't anymore. You not only have people talking about you, but the press too. They've remembered that you exist and are putting your photos on the covers of their magazines only because of you and not because of your sister and your parents. You even have fan accounts dedicated to you! So now that you are finally being seen the way you wanted, who cares about me and my feelings?”

“Are you being fucking serious right now, Pedri? Do you really think that about me? That I am that selfish?” I ask him, his only reply being a shrug before taking a sip from his beer. “Fuck you, Pedri!” I yell, tears already rolling down my cheeks. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!”

“Sofía… Sofía, wait. Sof… Damn it!” I hear him say as I leave the kitchen and I run upstairs, somehow managing to not trip with the steps since my tears are basically blinding me. “Sofía!”

“Leave me alone!” I yell, closing the door of his room with such force that I'm pretty sure the whole house has trembled.

“Sofía, I'm sorry” he says from the other side. “I didn't mean any of that.”

“Didn't you?” I laugh, furiously wiping away my tears while grabbing my bag and starting to throw all my stuff inside, my hands shaking.

“I didn't, I just… I know this isn't an excuse, but you know it's been a really long and stressful week. You yourself said that you have seen how ruthless the press has been with us just because we lost two games. I haven't been feeling like myself, I've played like shit, then I found out about this stupid thing with the photo and…”

“Oh, so now it is stupid?”

“Sofía, I'm sorry. I was angry and frustrated and I exploded and let it all out on you. Everything I said about you... I don't believe a single word that left my mouth. I don't, I swear. But I just… I… Urgh” he groans, a little bang being heard on the door as he probably rests his head against it. “I'm sorry.”

“You already said that.”

“I know, I… Sofía, please open the door. Let's talk about this.”

But I don't listen to anything else he says, to whatever excuse he is telling me now. I am too focused on the envelope I just found in his wardrobe while grabbing my clothes, on what is inside of it.

“Sofía, can we…”

“What is this?” I ask him, opening the door and almost making him fall on top of me since he was leaning against it.

“That's… ummm… well…”

“Pedri, stop mumbling and tell me what is this.”

“That is something I was planning on giving you tomorrow after having dinner together.”

“What?”

“I was going to cook something for you, set a table with some candles, flowers and all that, and then ask you to move in with me” he shrugs.

“You…” I say, looking at what was inside the envelope: a key hanging from a keychain made with one of my favourite photos of us together. “You wanted me to…”

“I mean, we are basically living together already. You spend more time here than at your aunt's house, you have some of your stuff in the bathroom, clothes in my closet, your own mug in the kitchen, random things scattered around the house… And now that you are officially in charge of your sister's foundation, it makes sense for you to finally and properly move to Barcelona.”

“It does, but…”

“I know I've fucked up, Sofía. I've fucked up big time. But I just… I… I'm sorry” he says, looking away so I don't see him cry. “I'm sorry for ruining everything. Our present and our future.”

“Pedri…”

“You shouldn't leave now, tho. It is too late and you probably don't want to call Carlos and have to face him and explain everything to him. So sleep here, I'll do it in one of the guest rooms. And if tomorrow when I wake up… if I manage to sleep, that is… you are not here… I'll understand” he shrugs.

“Pedri, I…”

“Goodnight” he says before walking away and leaving me standing at the door of his room, looking from him to the keychain in my hand, to our happy faces, wondering if we can go back to that or if this is the end.

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“And I think we should call the same catering company we used for our previous event. People loved the food, especially the burgers made of dragon meat. They were really good, weren't they?”

“Yeah…”

“Sofía, what did I just say?” my aunt Cristina asks me.

“Uh?”

“You haven't listened to a word I was saying, have you?” she chuckles.

“I… I'm sorry” I sigh. “I don't know where my head is.”

“Oh, I know where it is. There” she says, pointing at my necklace, the one I'm playing with. “You still haven't talked with Pedri and fixed things, have you?”

“No...”

“And what are you waiting for? You love him, don't you?”

“Of course I do! It's just that… that… urgh” I groan, covering my face with my hands.

It's been two weeks since our argument, and things have been… bad.

Neither of us have been able to focus on our jobs, and in Pedri's case, that has only made the press and the fans be even more ruthless with him since things already were bad after the international break. And I, of course, blame myself for it, because even though he was the one who said the hurtful things, I deserved them. I was the one who hurt him first by not telling him about the photo with Leclerc despite knowing about his fears and insecurities. I was the one who started it all and then made things about myself when they actually weren't because I am that selfish.

So if I had told him, nothing of this would have happened. If I had told him, we would be ok and definitely moving in together, no one would be hurting, he would be playing better, and his hair would not look as if it had been cut with the kitchen's scissors. Because he cut his hair, yes. He got a proper break up haircut, and it is all my fault.

“Sofía, you have to talk with him, put an end to this stupid situation and stop hurting each other!”

“But what if…” I say, back to playing with my necklace. “What if we talk and we can't fix things. What if… what if this is the end.”

“Then at least you'll know. And it will hurt, and you will feel like shit and think that nothing is worth it anymore. I know it better than anyone, you know I've gone through a tough breakup myself. But at least you won't be suffering and being as miserable as you are right now while thinking about possible what ifs.”

“Yeah… I guess.”

“I'll finish this, you go.”

“What?”

“Go talk with Pedri, I'll finish this” my aunt says, closing my laptop and basically kicking me out of the office. “I don't want to see you again until you've fixed things, you hear me?”

“What if we can't fix them?”

“Sofía, you love him, he loves you, and love always wins.”

“In fairytales. But this is real life, aunt Cristina.”

“This… urgh” she says, pushing me towards the door. “Just go or I'll drive you myself to his door.”

“Fine” I sigh. I am so not looking forward to this… Though she is right. We need to talk.

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“My God. In person it looks even worse than in photos.”

“Sofía?” Pedri says after opening his house's door. “What are you doing here?”

“Why is the hairline uneven?”

“Uneven? What…”

“At least it is soft” I say, touching his hair. “But why did you do something like this? Why couldn't you, I don't know, grow a beard that makes you look like you've been living alone in the mountains for a year? Why did you have to cut your bloody hair?”

“I… I don't know. I was with Ferran when he was cutting his and…” he shrugs.

“Ferran. Of course” I say, rolling my eyes. “I'm gonna have a word with him next time I see him. For now, I'll have it with you.”

“With me? Because of my hair?”

“Because of what led you to cutting your hair, Pedri.”

“Oh, I see, ummm… Please come in” he says, moving to one side.

“Thank you” I reply, walking in and following him to his living room.

“Do you want something to drink?”

“I'm fine, thank you” I say, sitting down.

“Ok” he says, doing the same but as far from me as the sofa allows him to. After that, there is just an awkward silence, neither of us saying a word. Which is not what I came here to do. I came here to talk with him, fix things and…

“I'm sorry” I say, once again playing with my necklace.

“What?”

“I'm sorry, Pedri. I… I should have told you about the photo when it became viral. I knew about your insecurities, I understood them. I still do. Yet I completely ignored them and your feelings and only cared about me. We wouldn't be here, like this, if I hadn't once again only cared about me. Because I… because like you said, I'm a selfish bitch.”

“Sofía, you aren't any of that. I said a lot of rubbish that day. I wasn't thinking straight, got angry with you, and said things to you that I didn't feel or believe. Things that aren't true and that should have never left my mouth.”

“But they did, and they were right. I haven't learnt a thing and did the same I did during Fermín's birthday party when we started dating. I am selfish and only think about myself and my feelings.”

“Sofía…” he says, trying to run a hand through his nonexistent hair.

“And you were on your right to be angry, you know? I had hurt you too, and badly, because once again I only cared about myself.”

“Yes, but… But I should have dealt with it better. I shouldn't have attacked you the way I did. We should have discussed it the same way we have in the past, I… I miss my hair.”

“What?” I chuckle.

“I know that this is the most random thing to say while having the conversation we are having, and I promise you this isn't me trying to end it or avoid it. I actually think we still have a lot to talk about, that there are things we have to work on.”

“Definitely.”

“But I just… I miss my hair” he shrugs, this time making both of us laugh. “I don't know why Ferran let me to do this. What kind of best friend allows you to butcher your hair like this?” Pedri says while touching his head.

“Maybe one that is jealous because he will never have your curls?” I say with a shy smile.

“Yeah, maybe.”

“I'm glad he is your friend, tho. I know he's been taking care of you.”

“He is one of the good ones” he smiles.

“He is” I say before the silence comes back. Though this time, it is a little bit less awkward.

“He actually suggested something that may help us deal with all this. With all our feelings, insecurities and everything we have to work on.”

“Something like what?” I ask him.

“Therapy.”

“As in couple's therapy?”

“Something like that. He said… He said that seeing a therapist and talking with someone has helped him a lot with his career and to learn how to deal with everything that happens on and off the pitch. The fame, the pressure from the press and the fans, his own feelings... So maybe… Maybe that's what we need too. Or at least, I think it is what I need.”

“Honestly… I think I need it too” I sigh. “All this invisible princess thing… There are things to unpack there. Like the fact that it has made me a selfish bitch.”

“Only sometimes, tho.”

“But it's been enough to threaten and maybe destroy what I care for the most. What I love the most in the world” I say, looking at him and hoping he understands that I am talking about him. About us.

“Should I ask Ferran for his therapist’s number, then?” Pedri asks me.

“You should, yes.”

“Ok” he nods. “But now… what about us? What are we, Sofía? Where are we? Because I love you with all my heart. You also are what I love the most in the world. And I want this to work out. Us, our relationship. I want… I want to wake up every morning and go to bed next to you, and cook together while we dance in the kitchen, and take you to Tenerife and laugh our asses off at the bumper cars while complaining about how much the music they play sucks, and have you taking me to a museum or a monument and listen to you telling me the story of what we are seeing, and swim naked in the swimming pool until our fingers are all wrinkled, and keep teaching you to play football even if you weren't born for it because after all you do have two left feet, and… I want a life with you, Sofía. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Just you” he says, suddenly caressing my cheek and wiping away a tear.

When he had started talking I had not been able to keep looking at him, too overwhelmed by all the memories and feelings he was bringing back, and I hadn't noticed that he had moved on the sofa and he was now sitting next to me, his leg touching mine.

“Pedri…” I whisper.

“Oh, and just in case you are wondering… I still want you to move in with me.”

“Really?” I say, finally daring to look at him.

“Really” he says, his thumb still caressing my cheek. “It doesn't have to be tomorrow, we can wait until things are a bit less…. awkward between us. But like I said, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and that includes living together.”

“I also want that, Pedri. To spend the rest of my life with you. Because I love you. I love you so much” I say before closing the little space that was between us and kissing him. A kiss that I hope tells him everything I feel for him and how sorry I am for everything that has happened between us. A kiss that tells him that I also want to fight for this, for us. That like he said, I also love him with all my heart.

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A few months later...

“Sofía, where do I put this box?” Gavi asks me.

“I think it goes on the kitchen, let me check” I say, opening it. “Yes, kitchen.”

“You own plates? And a pan?” he asks with a confused look.

“Yeah” I shrug.

“But don't you have like servants who cook for you and all that stuff?”

“Please don't call them servants, that sounds like something from the middle ages” I chuckle. “And we do have a cook in Madrid, but here in Barcelona my aunt cooks herself because it apparently relaxes her, and she's been teaching me some of her favourite recipes. That's why I have this stuff.”

“Oh… I see” he says. “Can I ask you something else?”

“Of course” I smile.

“What other serv… I mean, what other people do you have working for you at the palace? Like, is there anything extravagant like that king who had someone taking care of his toilet and it was like an honour?”

“I'm afraid we don't have anything like that” I chuckle. “Both my sister and I have actually made our beds and tidied up our rooms since we were little. It is true that there is someone who cleans them, but we do everything else.”

“Interesting…” he says. “Anyway, this goes on the kitchen, right?”

“Yes. Thank you very much for your help, Gavi.”

“Of course” he smiles, walking into the house. Into Pedri's house… and mine too. Because we are doing it. We are moving in together.

Things aren't perfectly perfect between us just yet and they may never be since this is real life and not a fairytale. But that's ok. Talking to someone has helped us a lot, and even though we keep working on both our relationship and our own feelings and insecurities, we've made a lot of progress individually and together. So much, that we've finally found ourselves ready to take the next big step in our relationship and move in together.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Irene asks me.

“Uh?”

“You have a weird smile, cousin. Were you thinking about how you and Pedri are going to celebrate that you are moving in together?” she smirks while moving her eyebrows up and down.

“Idiot” I reply, rolling my eyes. “I was just thinking about something Gavi asked me.”

“Something like what?”

“Something silly. Anyway, that goes up in our room.”

“Our room, uh?” she says, still smirking.

“Urgh” I groan.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry” she chuckles. “But look at you, Sofía. You are all grown up now with your job, your relationship, living away from home, moving in with your boyfriend… We aren't teens anymore” she sighs.

“Irene, earlier when Pedri and Ferran were unloading the car, we both giggled when we saw them carrying a big box and their biceps were showing in all their glory. The teenagers are still there, and they may never go. Actually, I hope they never go. I hope I am grandma's age and I still giggle and blush every time Pedri tells me something naughty or does something I find attractive.”

“Everything I do is attractive” he says, showing up out of nowhere and hugging me from behind. “Naughty sometimes too” he whispers, kissing that spot on my neck that he knows drives me crazy.

“Uhm” I manage to say.

“Urgh, you two are so disgustingly cute and I am so disgustingly single” Irene says.

“You'll find your one one day too, Irene. You'll see.”

“Am I your one?” Pedri says, now kissing my cheek.

“My one and only” I smile, moving in his arms to face him.

“Ok, I think I'm gonna go check what Gavi and Ferran are doing. This is getting too uncomfortable to watch” she says, leaving Pedri and I alone, smiling and giggling like two idiots.

“I love you” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You know that, don't you?”

“I do. But I may need you to repeat it tonight before we go to bed. And tomorrow when we wake up. And during each meal. And before I leave the house and when I come back after training or a game. And while we are watching tv cuddling on the sofa. And when…”

“And basically all the time” I laugh.

“Basically, yes” he says, pulling me closer towards him.

“You know what's the problem, tho?”

“Ummm… no” he says.

“That even if I get to tell you that I love you so often, it still would not be enough to express how much I actually love you.”

“My lady, did you just go cheesy?” Pedri asks me with a teasing smile.

“I may just have, yes. Though it is the truth” I shrug.

“Same” he smiles.

“Do you also love me so much that even if you spent a whole day saying just I love you, it wouldn't be enough?”

“Exactly. I love you, Sofía.”

“I love you too” I say before kissing him.

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abbyfmc · 6 months ago

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Yandere Eunuch! x Empress! Reader Phrases #2:

-I will always be there for you, your highness. It doesn't matter if the emperor expels me from the palace or makes me work for someone else. You will always be present in my heart.- The yandere eunuch will always swear allegiance only to you, no matter the situation.

-If you think someone wants to hurt you or has disrespected you, just tell me and I will gladly punish them.- And of course, if the yandere eunuch swears loyalty to you, this phrase will not be missing. In an environment of this type, loyalty between servant and master is super important, since attacks can come from anywhere, whether they are "ordinary" civilians (possible disguised rebels); the imperial family itself (as brothers and cousins of the emperor); your own family (due to clan pressure) and even your own imperial harem (if your emperor husband has one).

-I have been poisoned many times in order to take care of you, but I don't care. What I admire is how you care about me.- And of course, with the attacks on you, poisoning would come. The yandere eunuch would not sit still and would probably sample portions of your food or drink; inspect incense or "medicines" and as a result, he will have been poisoned on more than one occasion and perhaps almost died. What he will admire about you is that you care about his life and health.

-Your Highness, you are pregnant and your life is therefore more vulnerable, that is why I must accompany you no matter what.- We don't have to talk much about this. If you get pregnant thanks to the emperor, his paranoia as a yandere will increase by a thousand.

-If you find a needle in your clothes, tell me and I will gladly stick it in the eyes of the person responsible for such negligence towards you.- Yes, in case it wasn't enough for you to check your food, now he will thoroughly check your clothes and blankets with that excuse, although we know that he does it in order to touch EVERYTHING that has to do with you.

-How come I can't enter? It is my duty to ensure the safety of the empress at all times! I don't care if I'm a man, or if I'm not even the emperor, I WANT to see that his highness is okay!- And it was clear that if you got pregnant, the day of delivery was going to come sooner or later. The yandere eunuch knows perfectly well that you are suffering a lot (because the maids are agitated everywhere, in addition to hearing you scream and cry from outside) and that you are in a very vulnerable and delicate moment in which ANY alteration can cause terrifying scenarios such as death both yours and your baby's.

-Your Highness, I knew you in my worst moments when I endured many insults, punishments and whippings in the palace. You helped me a lot; If something happens to you or you die, I will go crazy. I don't want to live without you.- It's what the yandere eunuch would say or think if he found out that your birth was complicated, since he fears more for your life than that of your child.

-My highness, I am willing to do whatever you wish. If you want to eliminate other of those imperial women and her children, I will always support you to ascend; my highness. You can use me.- If you were a malevolent and sadistic empress (the kind in palace dramas and royal historical records) to the point of not caring about killing or harming concubines and consorts; as well as her sons and daughters; He will help you commit each of those crimes to clear your path, solely to make you happy.

-Your highness can call me or nickname me whatever you like.- I don't know how customary it was for monarchs and members of the royal/imperial family to nickname or give names to their servants or why they did it. Whatever the case, the yandere eunuch is willing to accept this treatment from you, since he thinks that at least this way you will pay more attention to him in some way.

-It doesn't matter how many wives or concubines the emperor has; No one will ever compare to you, no matter how much they want your position, my highness. You are very beautiful, but that stupid emperor doesn't know how to appreciate you like I do.- And of course there have been historical records of emperors who have completely abandoned their empresses or the occasional consort or concubine to death (like the step empress Nara), and whether they have done bad things or not, they end up condemning them. to death or house arrest until the end of his days. If your emperor does this to you, the yandere eunuch would say these words to you as some kind of weird comfort.

-I hate to see how you wear out your health so much for your duties and for a man who will never love you like I do.- And of course, being the empress, sooner or later stress would start to attack you. This would worry the yandere eunuch, especially if he starts to affect you physically. He would be able to go himself and ask the emperor to let you rest for a few days.

-Never mind succumbing to the raging fire for your highness. If I have to save you or die hugging you, I will gladly do it.- If for some reason your chambers catch fire, you are inside and you did not manage to escape, the yandere eunuch would be the first to come out to look for you and try to rescue you… or die with you.

-How dare you insult the empress and her son/daughter! On top of that, you dared to curse an imperial child!.- The yandere eunuch considers cursing you or your child to be a serious crime, to the point that he dares to slap anyone who does it several times, or cut out their tongue if you and the emperor let him do it.

-I know I have committed a crime, your highness, but it was because of my love for you. If you want to throw me out of the palace, slap me, beat me or kill me, I don't regret anything.- He doesn't care if he is catched killing someone. He does whatever he can, just for you.

-It breaks my heart to see you like this, your highness. I will do everything she can to encourage you, just as I will not let others bother you.- No matter what you're going through, the yandere eunuch will always do whatever he can to make you feel better, including FORCING others not to bother you.

-If you die, I don't want to go anywhere else. I will serve you even in the afterlife.- There were cases in which when a ruler died, his servants committed suicide to follow their masters into the afterlife and the yandere eunuch would be not the exception. He would be so devastated by your death to the point of committing suicide to never let you go.

-End.

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darklinaforever · 6 months ago

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So to everyone who acts like Blood and Cheese is being blamed on Alicole.

No.

Not really.

The thing they're accused of is being hypocrites, because they're basically doing everything they already accused Rhaenyra of doing. That is to say having consensual sexual relations for pleasure and outside of marriage.

But !

On the other hand, it is true that we can still blame Alicole a little for Blood and Cheese in a certain way.

Do you remember when some green stans said that Daemyra should have watched their children in episode 7 instead of going off to have sex ?

When as we have already pointed out, certainly Daemyra sleeping together was not maybe not super correct, but there is still the context where Daemon had left his daughters in the care of Rhaenys, and Rhaenyra sent her sons to bed and therefore these children were normally under the supervision of fucking guards who... just didn't do their job ?

We are in a feudal universe. Parents in this period are not like our modern parents to always monitor us, they often charge people to do it (even if we can agree that Daemyra are quite different on this subject, but that it's for another post, nevertheless they still belong to this feudal context and can still act according to it, what they did this time for their children).

So in itself yes, Daemyra should have watched their children, but Alicent too, and no one in the TG blames her for what happened to Aemond, but above all it is the guards who did not do their damned work.

And it’s the same for Blood and Cheese !

What the hell is security doing in this castle ?!

And oh... who are among the guards supposed to protect members of the royal family ? Wait... I have it on the tip of my tongue... Ah yes ! Criston Cole !

Who instead of doing his job as protector actually fuck Alicent.

So yes... I think the reflection in relation to Criston Cole in particular on Blood and Cheese is valid.

And Alicent was still consciously fucking the one who should normally ensure their safety.

So yeah, it's worse than Daemyra getting laid at the funeral.

Especially since Alicole THEY were surprised by the person who suffered trauma ! HELAENA !

The number of times I've heard TG complain about the possibility of shock if Daemon's daughters had known what their father was doing when it didn't happen ! So there is no trauma to dissect !

They loved making Daemyra sleeping together in episode 7 morally worse to a crazy level. And on the other hand, I don't think they will do the same thing for Alicole who is in a worse situation than Daemyra.

Criston Cole is a guard charged with protecting the royal family.

Instead he fucks Alicent.

And Alicent lets him fuck her when he normally has a job to do.

So they fuck, a child actually dies here (not a mutilation, I repeat, but a death) and Helaena, who has just suffered the death of her son, surprises the man who was supposed to protect her in bed with her mother !

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drama-glob · 7 days ago

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SPOILERS FOR "SINSMAS!"

Man, this episode was a roller coaster. O_O

Poor Stolas on adjusting to life not being a prince anymore, but my heart melted from how much care and patience Blitz showed to try and comfort him even though he was mainly worried about his daughter over the course of the month. Poor Octavia too on being stuck with Stella and Andrealphus, who definitely kept up with controlling her by taking away her phone and clearly not actually caring about her. :(

I liked that we learned what "Sinsmas" is and makes me wonder how the Sins celebrate because no way they would miss out on this, even though the holiday may not actually be celebrated by the other royals given that Stolas doesn't seem to even know what it it; of course, it could just come from being raised by Paimon, who may not have it in the palace because he either did not care about his kids enough to celebrate with them or considered it a holiday just for the lower class. :/

It's crazy (and sad) that Octavia's song was indeed a parallel to "You Will Be Okay," but it further shows the divide and lack of forgiveness she has for her father all while holding Blitz as the enemy who's to blame. :( Her finding Stolas's pills was so sad too since she seemed to feel betrayed and confused, but I'm glad she was taking the pills to her dad because I was worried for a moment she might have thought to take them. O_O

My heart though when Blitz saw that family and envisioned it being him, Stolas, Octavia, and Loona as one big, happy family; that's basically every Stolitz shipper's dream! I hope we see it come true one day.<3<3<3

I literally cheered when Stolas punched Andrealphus in the face because that peacock deserves it and the fact that Stolas is typically a pacifist just proves how much he wants to see his daughter. I also laughed my ass off to Blitz calling Andrealphus "Elsa" because we've all thought it at one point or another and I even made a meme about it. XD It was amazing getting to see Loona use more magic and I heard we'll learn more about her in season 3, so we'll likely see her use more of her magical arsenal. ;) I lost it though when Blitz saved Stolas and they kissed in midair! Just yes to all of it! ^_^<3<3<3

I'm glad Octavia managed to save the day, but sadly, we all knew what likely was going to occur for Stolas and Octavia's interaction thanks to the trailer; it was still such a gut-punch though as they're both crying and Octavia is refusing to listen to Stolas, which only further highlights where Stolas trying to shelter Octavia has exacerbated the issue. ;_; ;_; ;_;

OMG though on Millie being pregnant!!! We were given the signs and even I was like "Oh, she's pregnant, isn't she?" Sure enough, we got the confirmation, so now we'll have to unpack that drama bomb in Season 3 since she still hasn't told Moxxie yet and we don't know what her decision will be. O_O Also, it was great getting to see Loona hang out with her friends from "Queen Bee." ^_^<3<3<3

Even though things aren't the best for Stolas right now, I was so happy for the Stolitz content we got with Blitz actually being romantic and affectionate, so at least Stolas further knows that Blitz does care and want to be with him. Aww to that hug at the end!!! ^_^<3<3<3

(Although I wish we had seen some Sins actually in it like Ozzie or Bee, I understand why they didn't since it would have messed with the flow and focus of the story. :/ Now we'll have to wait until Season 3 to see them or be blessed to have some shorts focused on them).

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n3ptoonz · 1 year ago

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Could you do some mk Headcanons (anyone you feel motivated to write about) where their meet the dark version of reader from Dark!Shang Tsung’s timeline, maybe their conflicted because their version of the reader died

randomly selected mk1 character hcs: how kitana, kenshi, mileena, scorpion, li mei, and shang tsung react to the version of their s/o's dark clone post death

this is creative asf ty anon 🫢

warnings: canon typical violence and angst that's about it (gonna hit y'all with the punk tactics)

the dialogue portions are meant to be read in the context of before you and character fight

enjoy!

Kitana

When you appeared in her line of vision, she was immediately heartbroken. She couldn't believe her late partner came back like this after so many years

You died sacrificing yourself for her to live in this timeline. you worked for the royal family for all these years, just to have to take an arrow to the chest due to an assassination attempt

Your skin now had cracks all over it and your eyes glowed red, standing by dark shang tsung's side with a mocking smirk behind your mask. Kitana could barely recognize you and you were only intrigued that she wasn't dead in this timeline

Kitana looked at you with tears in her eyes. The same person who took an arrow so she could live on. She had already taken out clones that looked like her, hell even ones that looked like her own sister and mother. Second pain to that was seeing you approach her with mischievous and evil intent.

"You...gave your life for me...and now you live on as an evil pawn for a man like Shang Tsung?"

"I did? What an idiot. In my timeline, I'm the one who assassinated you, and I still have no remorse."

Kenshi Takahashi

Post losing his eyesight, he could only ever think about how he lost you. How he wasn't quick enough in getting you out of being involved with the Yakuza. How he was one step behind

You died a brutal death simply because you were his partner, and they couldn't risk leaving you alive to tell the story of them torturing you for information, so they took care of it themselves to send a message. And boy, did it send a message

So now, in dark Shang Tsung's timeline, you are resentful of him and want your revenge. However, it was very conflicting for Kenshi: Did he take this version of you out now because he knows you don't actually feel like this? Or...die by your clone's hands to be reunited with the love of his life?

Kenshi stood before you with Sento in hand, but frozen in place. The sound of your voice, the complete change in your demeanor, and even down to how you used to walk (he always knew when you were coming because of the way your footsteps sounded), he was utterly devastated. He only had himself to blame for this moment in time.

"I'm...I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. It's all my fault."

"No need to apologize, past love, I took you out in my timeline, now I've come to finish the job in yours."

Mileena

You died in Mileena's arms. How? Well, you were a little too late in grabbing the serum that calms her down and she went crazy on the closest person to her, literally

Upon barely clinging onto dear life you were able to inject her, but you had lost too much blood. So by the time she came to you were gone. She hadn't cried and wailed this much since her father

Now, as she pointed her Sai at your neck, she didn't know what to do. Even if she turned right now, she couldn't handle killing you in the same exact way two times in a row. Even if evil you was trying to kill her

Mileena breathed heavily as she could feel herself turning, desperately trying to stop herself from mauling you to death. But the way you taunted her made half of her want to turn even quicker, knowing full well this is the dark version of you spewing nonsense to piss her off.

"Come on, Empress, turn. Rip my face off like you did before."

"I don't want to...but if my hand is forced, so be it!"

Scorpion

You guessed it. The classic partner and son loss. You fought tirelessly to defend your home and the Shirai Ryu, but it just wasn't enough. Kuai was also just one step too late

Once he got to you, there lied your lifeless body clutching your son in your arms with a sword through your back. If he just hadn't gone on that mission that day when you said you were worried of being attacked...

Now, the dark version of you relished in the pain and sorrow in his eyes. In your timeline, he was the one that died and you trained your son to be a killing machine

Scorpion's head hung low upon hearing what you've done in your timeline. All this time he promised if he could just see you again, he would apologize profusely and even give his own life for you to come back. But looking at you now, seeing you again with an evil smile and empty eyes you've never worn before made him want to take it all back.

"Want to know something funny? You were the one that died in front of me, and I got our son to do it."

"Training Satoshi to be a killing machine is a sin that not even hellfire can take care of."

Li Mei

You died while on a mission in Li Mei's place to find and gather information that would be of use to the royal house and their next moves on taking down a clan that was after it

Li Mei hasn't properly recovered since. Even to the point where she'll go on solo missions just to avoid anybody else getting hurt. She took extra shifts and extended her personal training time just to keep her mind, but at the end of the day she still crumbled

Now the evil version of you isn't even in the Sun Do. In fact, you actively try to take them down every chance you get just to get to the Li Mei in your timeline--which worked

Li Mei took a fighting stance as soon as you showed up. A piece of her heart broke at the thought of intentionally having to hurt you, but she knew you were long gone now with no shot of saving grace. You dangled your weapon in front of her and showed not one sign of fear.

"You were an esteemed member of the Sun Do, and now you are proudly a disgrace."

"I'll do it again one thousand times over and you can't stop me."

Shang Tsung

Surprisingly, he didn't betray you or kill you himself. You captured the sorcerer's heart, and that was the problem. His followers didn't like how much attention you got, so they formed an organization and took you out when they followed you on a mission

Since then he was on a rampage. He wreaked as much havoc as he could, convinced it was some outside source that held something against him. He only got stronger with anger and deep rooted sadness he couldn't process

Now you blamed him for letting you die when he could've prevented it. Hell, sometimes you felt like it was his idea and his way of getting rid of you as if you were a hindrance to his plans

Shang Tsung couldn't believe his eyes. You, who started walking towards him after you linked arms with his own dark clone. Every emotion he had ever felt bubbled to the surface the second he saw your face. Hurt, anger, sorrow, but mostly confusion. However, knowing the kind of man Shang Tsung was, he wouldn't think twice to rid of your evil clone for good.

"Whoever took you from me will pay, but I will kill you myself before I die by your tainted hands."

"Aw, how the evil sorcerer calls the dark soul 'tainted'"

thank you for reading! man this was SOMETHING but it was fun i don't typically write angst

#n3ptoonz #mk1 #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat dialogues #angst #kitana #mk kitana #kenshi takahashi #mileena #scorpion mk #li mei #shang tsung #headcanon #mortal kombat headcanons #kuai liang #mk x reader #mortal kombat imagine #mk imagine

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snarky-wallflower · 7 months ago

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Ella, Tadius and The Prince - What If They All Knew Each Other Before?

okay! so, let's go. until this gets disproven, i firmly believe that ella was once betrothed to the prince. i was raised to be appraised. and yes, sure, obviously that means that she would have been close to the prince in her younger years. but in my mind, so would tadius. manservant's a task that needs training, after all. i think noble families used to give away younger siblings as helpers to the crown? could be wrong, but i like the hc so far. so. tadius, ella, and the prince as childhood friends. growing up together, sticking with each other, laughing and teasing each other, being young. no idea what the world would throw at them next.

i don't think the difference in status, the difference in the power they each held would have sunk in for them yet. maybe sometimes the prince got snooty, as little kids do. maybe tadius got quiet, getting reprimanded for not stopping ella and the prince from mischief. maybe ella got told she wasn't being lady-like, not a good future bride when she played too much with the prince. but they were still kids. ella and tadius may have both been "raised to serve the prince", but i think they were too young for the weight of that to fully hit them. at least, not until ella's family died. not until the shattering of just how fragile ella's status truly was, her mother called crazy, her father dying so soon after. cursed crazy, and she wasn't viable as a good bride anymore. so she was sent away. i think she thought the prince and tadius would come back for her. eventually. they were her friends, after all. she understood why they couldn't yet. they didn't have full control over what they could do, who they could help! they were children! so she seethed and raged but never at her friends, the ones who had stuck with her before. because ella wants revenge, i have no doubt of that, but she wasn't going to direct it at some people who don't deserve it.

but tadius stayed. what other choice did he have? tadius had to watch the prince grow selfish and cruel, had to realise that the man he was meant to serve didn't ever plan to truly serve his country. he had to watch as the prince drew further away, flirted more and more as the country fell to ruins. the royal family can do no wrong...that is, as long as one man, ever since childhood, tries so desperately to hold their country together. what's worse? being the one abandoned, or the one who has to watch? the prince, well...i think tadius tried to reach out, once ella was gone. but the prince was a kid, and kids are very susceptible to being told that they can't do any wrong, i think. so he fell into the mindset of i'm perfect and can't do wrong, which is kind of its own tragedy, i think. it doesn't excuse any actions he made as an adult, but it is horrifying, to know that so many people probably saw this kid becoming worse, and either couldn't do anything about it, or didn't want to. the prince starting to just not care about his former friends, even as tadius remained. and then, a ball. and then, ella dancing with the prince, and tadius watching on in sudden, horrified recognition. what would it be like, to see each other after all those years, and know that you're never going back to how it used to be?

#cinderella's castle #snarky speaks #this idea has been living in my head for a MONTH #anyways i'm so excited for this show even if this theory is so so off #i just adore friendships gone sour in fiction!!

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ak319 · 4 months ago

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Yan G!P Princess x fem reader

Part IV ➺ Prev

Your name is Deniz here

(YOUR POV)

The buggy halted before the palace's entrance and I jumped out. "Ah, Ms. Deniz, you certainly didn't disappoint." My eyes were fixed on the other buggy pulling in, my game strapped in the backseat. "She's a mighty catch," Richard commented making my heart swell in pride. It was an arduous task considering it was my first time hunting and the target being such a wonder in itself however, Louisa was a great mentor and I felt as if I had been hunting my whole life. The deer’s compact body, about the size of a large dog, is limp, with its slender legs bound together. Its head, with majestic, pointed antlers, hangs to one side, eyes half-closed, giving a glimpse of the dark, glassy orbs beneath. The scent of fresh earth and musk clings to it, mingling with the metallic tang of blood.

Attendants worked around it, preparing to carry it inside. I almost felt guilty for shooting such a noble creature but somehow I did feel a bit alive especially because I imagined Kade's face while pulling the trigger.

"Shall we? The Princess awaits. And your tea too." The older man's voice made me turn to face him at last.

"Where are my parents?"

"They are still at the cabin, being tended to. After tea, I will bring them here. Now, please, let's not keep Her Grace waiting." I rolled my eyes and nodded, allowing him to lead the way. As we walked, I took in the sophisticated yet opulent decor. Attendants were turning on lamps as the sun dipped below the horizon, and I hadn’t realized how quickly time had passed.

Richard then opened a door and I sighed entering to see Kade sitting on an armchair near the fireplace. Her hazel eyes, usually so expressive, were momentarily distant as she gazed at the steam rising from the fine china teacup in her hand. Then she abruptly put the cup down and stood up with her arms behind her back.

"How did it go?" Her voice was almost a low murmur. "Went great..., fun. It's beautiful, and I wanted to ask if I can take it's head."

Her lips curled into a half-smile, but something in my gut told me it was insincere, her eyes remaining unmoved. "Of course." It struck me as odd that she hadn’t offered me any tea. I was exhausted, having been brought directly from the airport. I wondered if my parents were feeling the same.

"But... I’m sorry, I can’t. If it had been hunted legally, I would have allowed it." My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Clearing my throat, I let out a snort. "What do you mean by 'legally'?"

"Hunting on the royal family's grounds is not permitted. And you did it." Is she serious right now, or is this some sort of twisted prank?

"What are you saying? Is this a joke? You asked me to! You know what, never mind, keep the head."

"She is right." The hairs on my skin stood up at the sudden intrusion of King Ewan and some people behind him. My eyes darted between Kade and them.

"M-I don't understand. Kade? What's- " Calm down Deniz, calm down. Don't lose your mind right now. "Sir, your daughter asked me to hunt the Muntjac, you can ask Richard. Louisa went with me and-"

"It doesn't matter, girl. You broke the law. You trespassed." My throat went dry as he now stood towering over me. My eyes, now pathetically pleading for some clarity and support stared at Kade, who was standing so stoically. So...this was a trap?

"YOU! EVERY TIME I THINK THAT MAYBE YOU WILL LEAVE ME ALONE YOU FUCKING DO SOMETHING TEN TIMES MORE DIABOLICAL!" Ignoring the King's presence I stormed towards her.

"YOU ARE CRAZY! A NUTCASE! Kade, please, please fucking say that you are pranking me right now."

"I am not, Deniz. You went to hunt, on your own accord."

"I DIDN'T! YOU INVITED ME HERE!"

"ENOUGH! Don't you talk to her like that!"

"TELL YOUR DAUGHTER TO STOP DOING THIS TO ME!" I couldn't care less if I was screaming my lungs out at this point but what brought me back to my senses was someone handcuffing me and holding me from both arms.

"LEAVE ME! Please, please, it was- fine I am sorry for hunting but don't-" The King and neither Kade paid any heed to my cries and instead my parents were ordered to be brought in.

I squirmed as I was made to sit on the sofa and continued to call to Kade but she didn't even turn to face me from where she stood. Which made me curse her more and more.

As my parents were brought in, Ewan explained to them what I did but they knew me better than anyone, their daughter wouldn't ever do such a stupid thing as trespassing, and they knew he was lying. It was all a play, a fucking heartless and disgusting plot. Before my father could lunge at the King, he was held back and the next words froze us all.

"Six years, or more. And as you should know, we, the royal family, are not subject to civil or criminal charges. I can press severe charges against her for her behavior as well. And since you two are here on the property as well, it means six years for you too."

The room fell into a deafening silence as my world crumbled. It was all my fault. I should have never come here, never gone hunting. God, Clara's words echoes in my ear , one of our ranting sessions about the rich and the powerful. 'They treat us like dirt for their own gain'. Just look at her eyes now, feigning sympathy. After orchestrating all this, she has the audacity to look at me.

"No...please! Let my daughter go! This is a mistake! She wouldn't do such a thing. They both were acquaintances back in the day and we have proof that she invited us here, that too by BLACKMAILING!" Papa's words fell flat as King continued, unbothered.

"Your bail in the court will be rejected too. But...there is a way, you can stop me from dropping charges and just forgetting about this evening forever." I swayed back and forth shaking my head. I just knew what was coming.

"Look, I am a parent too. At the end of the day, we want the best for our children and their happiness. So why not just put all of this behind us and get Deniz engaged to Kade." There it is, oh, Kade. How predictable. You scheming bitch-

"You would be foolish to reject this. My daughter is perfect in every way not to mention the fact, a princess that is head over heels for your daughter, what more do you want, what more does she want?" He pointed at me.

"You know what I want! SHE KNOWS TOO!" I glared at Kade with disgust. "You all are just blind to it. I never expected the royals to be so cheap. You should be embarrassed." My father's shoulders sagged as my mother tried to support him. Suddenly, she left his side and crouched in front of me, tears streaming down her face. "Deniz, please. I can't lose you for years," she begged, her voice breaking. "Just agree to this and—"

"ARE YOU INSANE, MOTHER?! I'd rather rot in jail than be her wife!"

"Deniz!" My father’s voice boomed, making me flinch. He sighed deeply, but before he could continue, Ewan spoke up. "I'm sorry, but I’m tired of my daughter playing these games too, Deniz. I understand your frustration more than anyone. But you’re the one who can end this, and you’re going to end it today. Isn’t that right, Kade?"

"Yes, father."

"I said, I will rot in jail that means I will rot in jail. That is what is going to happen!"

"Clara and Leo..." Kade grabbed my attention. "They are doing good work, aren't they? Would be a shame if one day they...just lost their jobs and..."

I stood up, but I was restrained from charging at her. "DON'T YOU DARE RUIN THEIR LIVES!"

"Then we shall leave you three to make a choice."

She walked past me, our gazes meeting for a brief second and I felt tears welling up again, overwhelmed by the cruelty of the situation. The way she walked with such authority, it was another jab at me.

"Father." The King glanced at us one more time before making his leave along with her, locking us in the this forsaken room. I stood frozen in despair, still in handcuffs.

"Adam, for God's sake say something. Deniz?!" My mother shook me.

"I said my part. We are not accepting this."

"We are." My head snapped to my father, who came and held me. "You think it's easy? Them sending you to jail? Separating us from you?! We cannot bear that!"

"But you can bear me being tied to this asshole!? This isn't what you taught me papa! Accepting defeat, just like this?"

"Do we have a choice other than this?! Deniz...they can do much worse...and I think they will. Do you think I am happy right now? Begging you to accept this?! You have no idea--how much I am hurting from inside." Seeing him sob made me lose my self-control too. The words flowed as whimpers from my lips.

"I am s-sorry. It's--I should have never come back.." He hugged me along with my mother as tightly as he could.

"Shush. It's not your fault---it can never be. These people, God. They will answer for this day, surely after death. I cannot lose you Deniz, we cannot. At least, we will be able to meet you if you are free..."

"But papa-"

"Enough. Please." His tone was no longer soft making me shiver and shake my head violently, my mother tried her best to comfort me but the world around me was a blur.

"How will I even--live with her, papa?! As her wife?! Forgetting all this?." He said nothing as he turned his head away from me. "I wish I knew...I wish I could help...Deniz. But I am not letting you go to jail."

"I will escape then-!" He cut me off with a dry , defeated chuckle, wiping a tear from my cheek. "It's not easy , Deniz. You are not thinking from a parent's point of view right now, you cannot. Because you don't know how it feels. I just...know you will be happy in some way , some day. Surely being with a princess, the way she loves you I mean-"

"Oh, really?! You too? Thank you for this reassurance! Honestly--wow."

"I am not arguing further, Deniz." He went to the door and before mother and I could stop him, he was face to face with Kade and gave the answer. A yes.

Which was all Kade needed.

"I want Deniz to say it." She turned to you. As if I will.

"Damn you to hell." I wanted to rip off the subtle smirk from her face.

"Very well. So Mr. Adam, I will be escorting her to her chambers, while Richard will-" I didn't hear any shit out of her mouth, I refused to. I just...disassociated at that point.

I was guided to a plush, soft sofa, and the clinking of my handcuffs being released pulled me back to my senses. The faint aroma of Kade’s cologne drifted through the air as she leaned back after freeing me, making me aware of the lavish room around us. The scent was oddly familiar. She took a moment, then rubbed her hands together and settled into the farthest corner of the couch. The sternness she once had was now replaced with a gentle, serene smile.

"This room Deniz, it's ours by the way. Do you like it?" I made no effort to look around, simply staring at the table in front.

"I'm sorry, even though I know... I've made you hate me a thousand times over—maybe even to the point of infinity. But I had no other choice. I hate seeing you like this, but you know what? I’d rather have you hate me for the rest of your life if it means keeping you by my side, because I couldn’t take it anymore. And I wasn’t lying, Deniz, when I wrote that letter. When I said I’d depart from your life, I meant as your admirer. When I told you to release your anger and liberate yourself, it was about letting go of the hate and embracing love—so that we can both end this bitterness and start a new life together. A far better life, and I swear on my life, I’ll make sure of that every single second."

The nerve of this woman to manipulate everyone.

"You’re nothing but a selfish, manipulative, gaslighting piece of shit! A full blown psycho! I don’t even know where to start with you! Have you ever thought about therapy, for fuck’s sake?! And the idea of spending my life with you—hating you? Are you out of your mind?! Do you think that’s romantic or even normal?!" Her jaw clenched and unclenched with every word, but the most frightening thing was that her smile never wavered.

"Deniz…" she whispered, her voice trembling as I gasped for breath, my lips quivering uncontrollably.

"You will never know what it means to be in love... you never will. And by now, I thought you would’ve figured out that even your hate for me feels like the taste of heaven." God, I am terrified.

She stood up, forcing you to meet her gaze. "What’s wrong with me, Deniz, hm? Am I ugly? Am I not your type? Just fucking tell me why you hate me. Or is it because I’m not Reece?" Great. Now we’re really dredging up those wholesome memories, aren’t we?

(Kade's POV)

"JUST FUCKING TELL ME! I WANNA KNOW!" My voice cracked as I yelled, and you nearly leapt off the couch, your panic palpable. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. Tears of guilt, fury, pain, frustration and envy streamed down my face. I wish I’d never met you—maybe then neither of us will be hurting right now. Desperation makes a person do unimaginable things, and a desperate lover like me is even more daring, ready to defy all limits for a fleeting moment of hope. I am both the architect and victim of my own heart’s darkest desires and still I am enjoying every bit of it.

But it’s too late for that now. I should be glad I finally have you where I want you, but it’s hard to feel anything but regret due to the path I had to take. If only you loved me back then we wouldn't be starting our new life like this.

"WHERE DID SHE FUCKING COME FROM?! I have told you this before! I don't want to be with a royal , especially a crazy one like you! And I never felt anything for you!"

"Well too bad. The first reason isn't going to change, ever. But the second will, someday, my heart says so."

"That's why you should have listened to your fucking brain all these years! IF YOU EVEN HAVE ONE!" I know you are right. But again, as if you know what it is like to be in love. It's pointless to argue about this with you.

"Deniz, you have the whole life to hate me, yell at me, blame me. But let me make few things clear. This marriage will happen. Your parents agreed and you are to stay here till then."

"You are making a huge mistake." You threatened but it was more of a plea. A plea to perhaps bring me back to senses.

I chuckled, and it quickly escalated into a full-blown laugh. "Mistake?. Take a look around. I had this room arranged specifically for you, tailored to your tastes, because I knew one day I’d bring you here. I plan everything in advance, and if you didn’t already know, I’ll tell you now—I am just like you, I don’t like to lose. And this time, Deniz, I’ve won. Whether you accept it or not."

Every part of me protested leaving you in that state, but I forced myself to walk out of the room, locking the door behind me. Almost immediately, I heard the sound of things being thrashed and broken, your angry yells echoing through the walls. Predictable.

Even though it shattered my heart into pieces, I still managed to smile, thinking about the future that awaited us. I will make you love me, no matter what. I'll try with every fibre of my being even if you resist till the end of time. For now, I must go to Father and discuss the arrangements for the wedding.

(AN: Kay, why is this giving you and Kade 😩 ??Spoiler, I guess)

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animeomegas · 2 years ago

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amy i will kill for any and all shikamaru with his obsession hcs that you want to give us 😭 i miss my little guy (don't tell shikamaru that i called him that) also, how was your christmas? i hope you enjoyed it and had some fun with your loved ones! take care of yourself and have a good rest of your week <3

Okay, I decided to write a little piece of fanfiction for the Royal AU that @omeganronpa wrote for me here because I can't get it out of my head XD I hope you enjoy @raincosm

(And my holiday was great! Thank you for asking <333)

Warnings: panic attacks, mention of n-sfw but no description, vomit mentioned but not described.

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You had attended about five family dinners with Shikamaru and his family now, and the atmosphere was always better than with your own family, even with a possible war looming on the horizon once your parents realised you didn’t plan on returning.

You imagined that they would assume you’d been kidnapped at first, but once they were aware of the new mating mark on your neck, you had no idea how they’d react.

Speaking of your new mark though, Shikamaru was staring at you from his seat beside you, a full spook on soup just lingering in the air between his bowl and his mouth. You tried to stifle a laugh. This Choosing thing had been even more intense than you’d expected, but between the crazy emotions and Shikamaru’s fainting the first time you’d tried to mate, you were actually starting to learn about him and heal from the long thirteen-year separation.

And it was pretty funny to watch Shikamaru fall over himself around you, if you were honest with yourself. Every report you’d heard about him throughout the years had spoken of his wicked intelligence and stoic attitude, but you had seen nothing but a loveable fool in him.

Being around Shikamaru’s parents had also been an unexpected joy. Admittedly, you had been overly focused on Shikamaru when imagining how your future would be, but Shikaku and Yoshino were amazing, even if they seemed to enjoy teasing you and Shikamaru a little too much.

“How are you enjoying the new suite?” Yoshino asked, directly her question to you. Shikamaru startled at the sudden conversation and finally put the soup in his mouth, his cheeks burning pink.

“It’s great!” you said honestly. You and Shikamaru had been moved together into a big suite once you had mated. “The view from the balcony is breath-taking.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Shikaku said, delicately biting into a bread roll. “Hopefully you won’t miss it too much during the Desensitisation training because you’ll both have to be in different rooms for a while.”

Shikamaru’s spoon clattered into his bowl, silencing the whole table.

“What?!” he asked, choking a little on his soup. “What-what are you talking about?”

Shikaku furrowed his brows like he wasn’t sure why Shikamaru would be asking such a question.

“Desensitisation training is mandatory for all biological Nara, Shikamaru, you know this.”

“But—” Shikamaru’s eyes were wide and panicked. “I’ve already done it! For thirteen years! Why would I—”

“That wasn’t Desensitisation training, darling,” Yoshino said softly, realising that Shikamaru was genuinely getting upset. “If anything, your bond is more intense after that, and you need the training more than anyone else.”

Shikamaru looked to you desperately, but you weren’t sure what else to do but grab his hand to try and comfort him. You were still out of your depth here and although it was hurting your chest to see Shikamaru distressed, surely his parents wouldn’t force him through something that he didn’t need to do.

“I refuse,” Shikamaru said bluntly. “I don’t want to.”

“You don’t get to refuse, Shikamaru,” Shikaku said, rolling his eyes. “No one likes to do it, but it’s a must for when you have duties that will separate you. You would never be able to become king without it.”

“Then I don’t want to be king!” Shikamaru said, voice raising. His hands were shaking. “I don’t want- I can’t—”

He looked at you again, and you could see his chest heaving irregularly; he was panicking. The situation was getting out of hand.

“Maybe we shouldn’t discuss this right now,” you said, reaching over to cup Shikamaru’s face to try and soothe him. Shikamaru’s hand clasped over your wrists tightly and refused to let go. “It’s alright, darling, deep breaths.”

It was clear that you weren’t succeeding in calming him down.

“Don’t leave,” he choked. His scent was so distressed it was making you feel unwell. He was spiralling completely. “Don’t leave, don’t leave me please! Please!”

“Shh, it’s okay,” you said, pushing your chair back from the table and standing up. Shikamaru followed, unwilling to let his grip on you go, stumbling in a desperate effort to keep you with him. You took him into your arms to try and he immediately buried his face into your neck, breathing harshly. “I think you’re having a panic attack, Shikamaru, you need to calm down.”

Both Shikaku and Yoshino stood as well, both looking incredibly concerned. You figured this wasn’t the normal reaction nor the reaction that they were expecting from Shikamaru.

“Son, it’s alright,” Shikaku said approaching warily. “We aren’t going to just separate you suddenly, I promise. We’re going to have a proper plan for doing this.”

That was clearly the wrong thing to say because Shikamaru pulled his face from your neck and let out a ferocious growl, staring down his parents. When it became obvious that his increasingly panicked growling wasn’t enough to keep his parents from creeping closer, Shikamaru abruptly let go of you, darted towards the table and grabbed a steak knife.

Everyone gasped as he went back over to you and stood in front of you, knife raised towards Shikaku and Yoshino. Shikamaru’s hands were shaking, and he looked completely unhinged.

“G-get away from us, you can’t take them!”

Both of his parents froze, raising their hands to try and placate him.

“Alright, darling,” Yoshino said gently. “We won’t take them, I promise.”

Shikamaru let out a haggard breath, but he didn’t bring the knife down. Yoshino made significant eye contact with you, breaking you from your horrified stupor. You were probably the only person he wouldn’t attack right now, so it was up to you to disarm him.

“Shika,” you cooed, pressing up against him from behind. “We’re okay, we’re safe, I won’t let anyone force us apart.”

You could feel the rapid beat of his heart against your chest.

“I’m going to take the knife, my love, please let me,” you whispered. Then, keeping your scent as comforting as you could you snaked a hand down his arm and wiggled the knife from his hand. He let you take it, and you threw it somewhere under the dining table so that he didn’t try to grab it again. The tension in the room dropped a little now that he was no longer armed.

Shikamaru seemed lost without the weapon. His eyes filled with tears, but before you could pull him back to you, he dropped to his knees and vomited on the floor. You stepped back automatically, but Shikamaru’s arm shot out and grabbed a handful of your shirt.

“Don’t, please, not again,” he begged between the gagging. “Please.”

Shikaku and Yoshino looked horrified. Those thirteen years had made more of an impact than previously assumed.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said firmly, crouching down behind him and looping your arms around his waist. Your own emotions and instincts were all over the place, but you tried to push them down as much as you could.

Eventually, Shikamaru stopped being sick and leant back against you, whining, completely exhausted.

You purred so that he could feel the vibrations through your chest and then started gently rocking him back and forth.

“I—I—” he stuttered, starting to sob.

“It’s okay,” you whispered. “You’re okay. We’re okay.”

You pulled him onto your lap so that his legs were wrapped around your waist and his head was resting on your shoulder. He was crying and it broke your heart.

Shikaku and Yoshino tentatively walked over, watching for any negative reaction. When none came, they both crouched next to you, Yoshino rubbing Shikamaru’s back.

“We’re sorry, darling,” she whispered. “We won’t take them, we promise. We didn’t know it was going to upset you like that.”

Shikamaru sniffed but didn’t reply.

“No Nara that I know of has gone through a situation like yours,” Shikaku explained, resting a hand on Shikamaru’s head. “We didn’t know that things might need to be different for you because of that. We’re sorry, Shikamaru.”

You pressed a kiss onto his head.

“Why don’t you take Shikamaru back to your room?” Shikaku suggested, standing up. “We will come and make sure he is okay tomorrow morning.”

“That’s a good idea,” you agreed. “Come on, my sweetheart, let’s get us both tucked into bed.”

#shikamaru #nara obsessions #royal au #a/b/o #omegaverse #shikamaru x reader #alpha!reader

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the-empress-7 · 5 months ago

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Hey Empress, how are you? This is not related to the royals, so you can ignore the message. I just need to vent.

My boyfriend of more than 3 years ended the relation (we were living together and talking about marriage). This happened because he had or had an affair with his co worker and left me for her. They both work in wellness, not only phisycall but mental. I guess mental health is important when is not mine.

I had suspicious and whenever I mention I was the crazy one. But this woman blocked me from ig before everything exploted, when I showed him that he came clean.

This happened a month ago, he is with her in public and commenting on ig, etc. When he had the last talk and I told him that I was/am in such a bad place that my friends have to check on me daily to make sure I don't hurt myself he didn't care. What hurts the most is losing a future I imagine for both and being close to 30, I know is not old, but for women kinda is... like if I wanna have a family, that and I thought he care at least a little about me.

I hope this makes sense, I have my mind in every place at once.

Thanks.

Hi anon, I am sorry about the breakup but it sounds like you dodged a bullet. Think about it, would you really have wanted a man of such low character to be the father of your children. You are close to 30, and trust me when I say you life is just beginning. When you do find the man who is meant to be the father of your children, invite me to your wedding! Also never forget that you are stronger than you think.

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saltsicklover · 1 year ago

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Title: Fated to Run - Fated to Fly ꨄ︎ Part One of Two

Prompt from THIS ASK

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5000+

Rating: T

Warnings: Swearing, Creepy Dude, Rhett and Jake rescue reader, one use of Y/N, airports and flying, argument, nothing too crazy, angst

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To all the people that said finding their soulmate was just so easy, and that they didn't even have to look deserve a giant middle finger shoved right into their face. After all, sometimes people's soulmates just fall right into their fucking laps like the divine are throwing them a goddamn bone.

Most of us have to earn the privilege of finding our soulmates. You would think that the universe would have come up with a better system, some way to be sure that you've found exactly who you're supposed to. But it's truly fucking coincidence.

What a goddamn pain in the ass.

Those little words scripted onto skin give only a hint, a shred of an idea that comes with far too much hope and no direction.

In a perfect world, that script would glow when you find your person, or maybe your person would be the one to say them. Maybe there'd be a way to just know that you've found your other half. Maybe the universe could've bloomed with color upon first contact, the whole world coming to life around you. Hell, maybe the fucking ink would itch when you came close, or, maybe it could turn colors, burning like a cinder straight to the skin.

It could have been a name, or map quadrants, an number even...

But no.

All we get is the first thing someone else in our earshot says about our other half. It could be anyone, really, family and friends, lovers or enemies. The universe doesn't care, like it's all one big cosmic joke.

And if you get stuck with something common? You're pretty much royally fucked.

The amount of sorry souls who are stuck with "oh, he's a great guy," or "she's so pretty!" Have to live with hearing that damn phrase over and over again, just hoping that maybe it will lead them in the right direction.

It's sick, really, the whole goddamn thing. Especially because I want nothing else.

"Oh, it's just Bob," is etched deep into my skin, the little letters marking over my collar bone like it's laced with disappointment. There's something about the word "just" that make's me clench my jaw. I can feel the muscle tick as I grind my teeth against each other, feeling the ridges catch.

Whoever Bob is sure as hell isn't just anything. He is everything, and the unlucky bastard who dares say anything different has a swift right hook in their future, or maybe a hard shove, if the mood strikes. Anything that might take the edge off.

Though I haven't met Bob yet, I feel fiercely protective over him, over the way others see him. After all, his heart is worth more than words like "just".

The airport is just a little too dead for 3am, a few too few people ambling around half awake. Those who are here wear dark bags under their eyes, snuggled deep into their jackets to keep the too cold air conditioning from hitting their bare skin. Some pull luggage behind them, kicking it at they go, getting more and more pissed off every time their heel catches on their suitcase. Others talk too loudly on the phone, their cell's pressed to their cheeks by shoulders, by hands, others taking through their headsets.

A sharply dressed man, clad in a brown suit and loafers argues with a woman in a language I don't speak. She is pointing at the board with a well polished fingernail, one that matches her power suit, while the man is shoving his phone into her face. It's obvious they are arguing about their flight, but neither of them seem to budge on their side.

It's comical, really, how animated they are. I wonder if they are soulmates, if they found each other out if the sheer passion and dedication they are displaying. After all, if one has this much passion for a flight, it would only stand to reason that the business of finding their soulmate would be met with equal fever. They are a good match, too. The universe doesn't always deal out people who look like they should be together. Aesthetics clash, personalities not quite off set. But these two just have an air about them- like they belong; also like they are going to miss their flight.

I pass them as quickly as I can, as the anger rolls off of them. It's much too late, or maybe much too early to witness such an argument, and I have to make it all the way down to gate 93. With each step, my duffle bag seems to get heavier, no doubt taking after my eyelids.

Whoever designed the Dallas airport needs to be given some sort of medal for "longest hallways that seem to lead nowhere". With every turn I take I feel like I'm headed further away, but the signs keep pushing me forward.

Almost there, almost there.

Gate 88 and Gate 89.

Gate 90.

As I walk by Gate 91, I catch two men laying on the dirty carpet in front of the lines of chairs. Their forms stand out against the oddly patterned carpet, though they almost look like they belong there. They are waiting in front of a gate that reads no destination. I know I shouldn't stare, but I can't seem to stop the slowing of my feet. I slide one side off my headphones back off of my ear, doing my best to be inconspicuous. I hope to catch a word, a whisper of what they might be saying but their lips are sealed, it seems, neither one saying a thing.

Out of the corner of my eye, I take in their position on the ground. One has a cowboy hat pulled down over his face to try and keep the buzzing fluorescents out of his eyes. His head is balanced on a small duffle bag, his legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. His hands sit on his stomach, fingers laced together. His skin is golden, one of those tans you get from being stuck outside day after day.

He doesn't move a muscle. It barely looks like he's breathing, really. There's something a bit eerie about it, the stillness of him.

The other man, blond with a cropped haircut and equally bronzed skin sits on the ground a few feet from the other. His back is leaned up against the side of a chair, his knees bent. He looks equally exhausted, eyes closed, head leaned back exposing the long line of his neck.

He shivers a bit, the wholeness of it rolling through his body. Though he keeps his eyes closed, his expression scrunches before relaxing again. He doesn't look even remotely comfortable, unlike his stony counterpart.

The pair have very different looks about them, the former all home grown cowboy with still muddy boots while the ladder is clean cut and chiseled. The blond has his hands shoved into the large pocket on the front of his hoodie, trying to starve off the chill that hangs in the terminal.

Not soulmates, that's for sure. Over the years, I have been able to pick out soulmates from just a few calculated but fleeting glances. There's always something about a pair that just reads right, a vibe that they give off when they are finally buzzing together. But one thing is for sure, these two aren't soulmates, the fact that they're even friends feels funny.

It's not an impossible fact, to be sure. The predestined soul mate, the way it's written into the universe, could be anyone. That's part of the difficulty of it, for sure, but there's always something that seems to click. Souls are like metronomes, clicking away, othering ticking, always out of time; until the right person comes along and you're right on time with each other. With this pair, they are just a little too jagged around the edges, too seasoned in their own rights to slot together. Friendship is different- nothing knit into the weave of the universe, there, though it may have been easier if it were.

The moment I make it to my gate, I throw my bag down, by body feeling a bit too much like jelly from all of the travel to hold it any longer. The men are just a gate down, living in their own little bubble. I can't fight the smile that blooms across my face. There's that word, about knowing everyone has their own lives, their own loves. Sonder, I think it is, and in this moment it washes over me.

"Hey," A voice rings out through the quiet of the terminal, over the loudness of my mind. I look up, my eyes meeting a man who must be in his later forties. He's balding on top, glasses shoved awkwardly onto the bridge of his nose. His clothes are a mismatch of dressy and unkempt. A suit jacket thrown over his hoodie, a pair of pajama pants adorning his bottom half. The whole ensemble is wrapped up with the cowboy hat sitting on the chair next to him, crocs on his feet.

"Hi," I nod more than speak, a strange feeling blooming in the pit of my stomach. This is not a man I care to be around. If I keep my eyes down, hands busy, maybe he will get the message.

"Why don't you sit down and we'll have a chat," There's a sort of greasy smile that spreads across his face. A shudder dances down my spine at the sight, gooseflesh breaking out over my already cold body. The feeling of them breathing to life makes my skin go almost clammy, an uncomfortable feeling under my warm layers.

"No, thank you," The answer is curt as I push my duffle just a little further away with my foot. It drags against the well walked carpet, the sound it makes echoing the one in my chest. It's a sort of stuck sensation, what it morphs into, one that I feel with my whole body.

"Oh, come on, what's a little chat going to hurt?" The man tries again, leaning closer to me, sliding to the seat next to him. We are no further apart now than when we started. My foot meets the side of my duffle again, ready to push it once more. Each little move he makes my eyes train on, from the way his hand curls around the armrest to the way he seems to be peering, leering, over the tops of his too thick glasses.

"Nope," I pop the 'P', waving my hand a bit, "I'm not entertaining this any longer."

I stoop down to grab my headphones from my bag, only to have the strange man's hand appear in front of me as he is reaching too. The step back I take is almost involuntary, more focused on getting away from his incoming touch than my things now sitting in between us. The glare I send the man is lacking due to the bubbling fear popping in my chest. I place my headphones around my neck in a shallow attempt to keep my hands from shaking.

"Oh come on sweet-"

"Tommy Grace! There ya'are! Ya'walked right past us, girl," An arm is thrown around my shoulder, warm and lean. I shift my eyes over quickly, mind and body shooting from high alert to a sort of easy when I see the cowboy from the gate over, now standing to my side, folding me protectively under his arm. The feeling of being protected shouldn't feel quite so strong coming from a stranger. However, the way he keeps his hand right atop the cap of my shoulder, his heartbeat thrumming against my other shoulder just bleeds that feeling.

"Oh! Seriously? You must've been hiding," I do my best to play along, instantly feeling a little more at ease as the man across from us looks less so. I can't help but revel in the uncomfortable look on the greasy man's face, as well as the warmth pouring from the cowboy.

"Is this guy a friend o'yers?" The cowboy asks, looking at the man from under the brim of his hat. I can feel the way the pads of his fingers dig into the muscle of my arm, each finger individually curling into the thickness there. It doesn't hurt. Instead it's a grounding point, from him to me and back again. Two strangers bound together if only for a moment.

"Oh, no, we've never met before," I tell him, gazing up at his face. The scruff of his cheek is fuller at this angle, the defined slope of his jaw easily tracible with my eyes. He's handsome from this angle, which I bet means he's even better looking from head on.

"I see, well," The cowboy narrows his eyes, "Your brother'sa waitin' and y'know how Jake gets,"

"Boy do I," I chuckle from the safety of his embrace, throwing a sideways glance to the man who seems to be in some sort of staring match with the cowboy. Their eyes are trained on each other, fighting for dominance over the situation. From the way the greasy man's eye twitches slightly, I know the cowboy must be winning.

"Go on an' see 'em, I'll grab your bag," He is pushing me towards the other gate, a warm palm between my shoulder blades. It's not a hard shove, but the way his hand is pressed firm to my back gives me a clue on just how quickly I need to get out of there. The cowboy shoots me a wink before turning back to the strange man, his eyes narrowing again.

I don't want to see the look in his eye when it's turned on the greasy stranger. I can imagine just how dark those blue green eyes could tint given the right amount of rage flowing behind them. So, I keep my eyes forward, keep focused on just where I'm headed.

Quickly, I make my way over to the now standing blond, Jake. The moment his eyes meet mine he is smiling, the kind of smile that instantly eases my nerves. I wave a bit, my hand not making it any higher than my midsection. I can't help but feel the same tiredness in my limbs that I see in his eyes. There is something weighing us both down, and something tells me it's more than just the travel. More than the overly saturated interactions with strangers and flight attendant served booze.

The moment I'm in earshot, he's already saying hello, opening his arms wide for me. I step into his space, wrapping my arms around his middle. Carefully, almost too lightly, the blond is wrapping his arms around me. It's one of those hugs- the kind you give that estranged relative at Thanksgiving. It's a tad bit awkward from my end, but Jake squeezed me just a little bit tighter as relax against his broad frame and I can't fight the urge to press my face into the soft fabric of his hoodie.

"Thank you," I mumble into his sweatshirt. As I pull back, the blond squeezes my shoulders quickly, a quiet "you're welcome" in return. I peer up at the tall blond, taking in the gentle curves of his smile lines, how they frame his headstone like teeth, polished white and perfectly straight. His tongue flicks over the corner of his mouth, eyes positioned somewhere behind me.

There is something in that look of his, something playing behind the sea glass tint of his irises. It's a sort of mirth, if mirth was more gentle than the definition explains. Maybe it's a fondness for the other man, one that's hidden behind layers of faux dislike and teasing. The pair bonded together as brothers are, all bemused, an oath, blood of the covenant, that they don't remember taking.

As I turn to follow his eyeline, Jake folds me carefully under his arm just as the cowboy had before. Maybe their friendship is stronger than I had originally thought. The way they seem to work in unison to the very clear way they've each folded me into the safety of their embrace. It's different with Jake though. He's more calm, his heartbeat isn't hammering out of his chest. I can scarlessly feel it where our bodies are pressed together.

"Does he do this kind of thing often?" There's a sideways glance shared between us before Jake's chest raddles with a light chuckle. It awakens him just a bit behind the eyes.

"Yes, but we usually know the girl," The humor in his voice makes the anxiety in my stomach settle a bit. His voice is too warm, too kind to elicit anything but safety in this moment.

I can feel the small smile ghosting over my lips, the image of the pair many years younger fluttering through my brain. The cowboy and Jake, rescuing girls in the school hallways, folding innocent girls, with glasses and hair pulled back into tidy braids, into their embrace. There's a sort of teamwork in the way it all went down today, through I missed the progression. From the moment the cowboy tucked my body into his, the intense hammering of his own heartbeat be damned, to the way Jake greeted me with literal open arms. There's so much warmth here.

"And he'd not your soulmate," It's a statement, plain and simple. That get's him laughing for real this time, his whole face coming to life from how his smile overtakes his expression.

"Not remotely," The words make it out a moment later as Jake still fights a bit to catch his breath. "We grew up near each other, down the same county road just outside a forgettable town here in Texas,"

"Escaping while you still can?" I chide, nudging him with my elbow.

"I escaped a long time ago," Jake corrects, a small shrug pulls away his body heat for just a moment before it returns.

"But you're back?"

"Rhett and I are headed to California," The explanation comes easy, and for a moment I wonder why he's even explaining it all to me, but I am thankful to know the real name of the cowboy, "He's helping get me settled in Miramar, new permanent station,"

"Station? Does that make you Army?"

There's that laugh again.

"Naval Aviator," There's no sharpness in the correction, as cocky as it is.

"Wouldn't it be a new port for you then, Sailor?" I nudge him again, playfully. There is something so easy about talking to Jake, his arm folding me into his warmth. Something truly sibling like about it, my place here under his sturdy frame. His protective nature and warm smile, a sort of family for just a few fleeting moments.

"I guess you're right," There's a tad bit of humor in that sentence, but it's hiding behind the tiredness layered in his voice.

"Wait, did you say Naval Aviator?" I look up at him so directly, eyebrows pulled tightly together as I fight to keep a smile off of my lips. "And you're going to Miramar?"

I watch as he pulls his own well groomed eyebrows together in a furrow, his lips curving into a ghost of a frown.

"Yes, Ma'am,"

I can't fight the laugh that bubbles past my lips, the whole thing sounding a bit too sharp, a bit too loud. Where most men are put off by the sound, Jake just looks at me with curious eyes. His tongue flicks over the corner of his slightly upturned mouth, that grin silently begging for me to continue.

"What're you lot laughin' bout?" Rhett calls out, his voice filling my ears.

"Well, turns out my brother," I wink at Rhett now, turning my attention his way, "works under my father,"

If the progression of thought could be clearly mapped through faces with flicks of tongues and furrowing of brows, the pair would have told a whole story in the matter of seconds, of squinted eyes and the pursing of lips.

"Your father?" The pair speak in unison, accents blending together. I can't help but laugh as I flick my eyes between them. Both wear a sort of confused expression, bemused with eyebrows scrunched together, head tilting just so.

"Yes, my father. Rear Admiral Simpson?" I offer the name as a sort of clarification, though it comes out as a question. Rhett's eyebrows knit together a little tighter, eyes darting to Jake for assurance, or maybe it's confirmation. Jake's eyebrows are raised, his mouth slightly agape by the time my gaze slips back over him.

"You're Cyclone's kid?" There's more to it, from the way his mouth opens and closes a couple of times before he catches the tip of his tongue between his perfect front teeth. "Are you Arrow?"

"Oh, hell no!" I can't hold back the laughter, my cheeks no doubt pinking up from the way my smile pushes them out, "That's my older brother, Anthony! He's an Aviator too, hoping to get selected for Top Gun any day now... Though I doubt that they'll send him anytime soon with Dad stationed there,"

Rhett's arms are crossed over his chest, his eyebrows no less furrowed than before. Jake's expression is still scrunched up a bit, but the lines are slowly relaxing with the more information he gets, so I continue.

"My name is Y/N Simpson, but everyone calls me Birdie," I hold my hand out first to Rhett, as I'm still tucked close to Jake, his arm slung over my shoulders.

"Birdie, is'a pleasure," Rhett removes his hat with one hand, shaking my outstretched one with the other. He gives it a quick squeeze before letting go, a kind smile on his face.

"Birdie?" Jake asks, tip of his tongue snug in the corner of his lips.

"Yeah, Birdie. You know, Cyclone, Arrow, Birdie, all things that have to do with wind and flying? My dad and brother both got call signs, but I had zero interest in doing anything with the military, but Uncle Solo dubbed me Birdie when I was tiny and it's stuck ever since."

"Solo? Is'e Navy too?" Rhett chimes in. He scratches at the back of his head, his hat tipping forward into his eyes a bit.

"Sure is. Admiral Solomon Bates, goes by Warlock," Jake stiffens a bit at the name, but relaxes a bit soon after. I bump his hip with my own, shooting a wink up his way.

"Well then, Birdie, it's nice to officially meet you," It's a bad recovery, but he clears his throat and keeps speaking, "I've gotta say, your dad didn't mention he had a daughter,"

"Oh yeah, that's not at all a surprise. You know how Sailors can be, and my Dad is a bit over protective of me. He's big on me keeping men at a distance. And if said man is Military? Ha! Not an ice cubes chance in hell that they'd make it within a hundred feet of me,"

Rhett smirks a bit, eyes flicking from my own glare down towards the floor. I know Jake's arm is still wrapped around my shoulder, just as I know that he is still sparing quick glances over to the greasy man a few yards away. I kick the toe of Rhett's boot with my own, wrinkling my nose at the way he snickers.

"So no soulmate yet?" Jake asks, tilting his chin down to look me in the eye. The question is so full of genuine curiosity and for once I don't feel terrible answering.

"Nope, not yet. Not even a damn lead, but that's okay. I'm a firm believer that it's going to happen when it's supposed to. I'm not in a rush," That last part may be a bit of a lie. I want nothing more than to finally meet the person that's supposed to be mine, mind, body, and soul. Their supposed to be this sort of connection, one that most people who have met their soulmate have only been able to hint at. It's one of those things where words just don't do it justice, even the great poets seem to have failed to find the words.

"Tha's too bad, 'cause I'd've jumped at the chance to take ya ta dinner," Rhett shoots me a wink, his blue eyes twinkling under the stark white lights.

"I bet you say that to all the girls," I jest, sticking my tongue out at him. There's another nudge between boots.

"Oh, he does, but he sure does have a knack for finding the prettiest ones," Jake interjects, bumping my hip with his own. I push him back with my shoulder, causing him to finally drop his arm he's had draped around me for the better part of the last twenty minutes.

"Whatever you say," I roll my eyes, "What about you boys, either of you found your better half?"

The way Jake's face lights up at the question gives me the answer before his words can. Rhett is just shaking his head, mumbling a "here we go" under his breath.

"I sure have! Rooster, he's an Aviator too," Jake begins eagerly, "We met like eight years ago? Maybe nine? I'm not sure, but it was in the middle of the ocean on a carrier, and we butted heads better than the best of 'em. I had graduated Top Gun not too long before, and he hadn't been yet, though he went shortly after that deployment. I don't think we would've figured it out if we hadn't decided to-"

"Don't even say it, Seresin," Rhett threatens with a point of his finger, aim fixed right between the taller man's eyes.

"I wasn't gonna go into detail," Jake laughs, though there's a glint of trouble in his eyes, "All I'm saying is that if we hadn't hauled each other into that bathroom stall at the bar and-"

"Flight number 4582, Dallas to San Diego is now boarding Group 1, priority members and military members traveling on active orders," A woman voice crackles through the intercom.

"Saved by the fuckin' bell," Rhett comments loud enough for Jake and I to hear. The boys begin to grab their bags, each only traveling with a small duffle bag. Rhett heads for the gate first, his bag slung over his shoulder, hat in hand. Jake follows after him, his bag clutched tightly in his hand.

"Thanks again you two" I call after them with a little wave. Jake stops in his tracks, turning back around to face me.

"Aren't you coming, Birdie?" There's that cock of his head again.

"Us lowly civilians have to wait until the next group to board," I joke back.

"Not anymore, you're boarding with me, come on!" Then Jake is all but hauling me through the ticket line and onto the plane. Jake throws my carryon into the bin above the row of seats Rhett has claimed and Jake waved me into the same row with a tilt of his head. Without assigned seating, the pair having decided that I'm going to be sitting in the middle seat between them. Maybe I should be more nervous, sitting between two strange men, but sitting here now the only thing I feel is safe.

The whole flight my head switches between resting on either one of their shoulders, sleep evading me completely. I went from tracing the lines of Rhett's hat as it sat atop his knee to counting just how many times Jake bounced his knee.

Part of the way through, he admitted that he's a terrible passenger, had been since he graduated from flight school. Maybe it's a control issue, or maybe it's the surrounding people moving all around the large aircraft. Either way Jake bounces his knee the whole flight. Sometimes he'd wipe his palms down his jean clad thighs to ease the tension and give a slight reprieve to the constant movement.

Rhett snored gently next to me, though he murmured in his sleep just a little. No words ever slipped past his lips, just half cut off sounds and the ghosts of sentiments. He kept his hands folded across his belly, head lulled towards the small window. I hate to admit it, but I admired the long line of his neck as his head was laid against the wall.

Neither man listened to any sort of music during the flight, which struck me as odd. My headphones sat snug over my ears through most of the flight, a folk country playlist thrumming through them.

The flight was fast, in the grand scheme and everyone aboard seemed to be thrilled to get off the plane. This terminal is busier than the last. The early morning traffic of the airport filled with people in suits, both sweat and formal. The boys and I walk side by side by side, making our way through the crowd like a force. Maybe it's the sheer size of the men at my sides, but the crowd seems to part for us.

The trilling of a cellphone breaks up the sounds of the terminal, following us as we walk.

"Jake," Rhett flicks his gaze towards his friend, a silly look on his face.

"What?"

"That's your phone, dude," I nudge him with my shoulder, our bags bumping together. By the time Jake fishes the device from his front pocket, the factory set ringtone has gone silent.

"Eyes up, Cowboy," I warn as we approach the tram. Rhett's eyes flick up just long fast enough that he doesn't trip over the gap. The doors closing behind us quickly, and Rhett bumps into one of the stationary poles in attempt to get out of it's way.

"It truly amazes me that he's a bull rider, since his sense of personal space sucks so bad," Jake mutters, leaning a bit closer to my ear. I can't help but snicker too.

"Bull rider?" The question is met with a nod from Jake as he presses the phone up to his ear.

Jake stands near, phone pressed to his ear with knit brows. The look of concentration on his face is tight, like he's trying to make out a hard to hear piece of information on the other side of the line. He pulls the phone away from his ear as we step off the tram, heading for baggage claim.

They bracket me between them once again, a tall man on each side of me. We share smiles as we walk in time with one another. A little trio formed because one sleazey dude at the Dallas airport couldn't take a hint. Life is funny that way.

They say the universe only hand picks soulmates, decorating skin just to prove that point. I, however, think friends are found in the flick of the same pen. After all, there's magic left over in the spaces between the letters, in the flick of the wrist of the universe. There has to be.

"Long message," Rhett comments, "Who was it anyway?"

"Oh, it's just Bob," Jake informs us. Rhett hums in response, but my feet stop moving. They retreat into the tunnel of my vision, blending in with the other travelers moving around us. Their once recognizable frames, broad and welcoming, melt into the sea of movement. Nothing in my vision sticks out, my brain too busy playing those damn words on loop.

Oh, it's just Bob. Oh, it's just Bob. Oh, it's just Bob.

There's a fleeting feeling in my fingertips from where my bag as slipped from them. There's the far off sound of it hitting the tile. My vision buzzes with people but god, those words are in the forefront of it all.

Oh, it's just Bob.

This moment may be stillness surrounded by the bustle of the San Diego airport. It may be bodies bumping into my own, shoulders connecting as someone passes. It may be one day be a memory of the way my whole body seems to have gone slick with sweat, far too warm and mildly uncomfortable. It may be a realization, both now and in the future. This moment may be the beginning of the rest of my life.

I'm not ready. Not for the future. Not for Bob. Not for facing his friends who must have noticed that I'm no longer by their side by now. I'm not ready for any of it. Not even remotely. I guess it sure wasn't a lie when I told them that I wasn't "in a rush".

The chill of the air hits me as I all but break through the sliding doors, out to the taxi line up. There's shouting, it's far off, covered by those four little words and the beating of my heart. I slide into the back of a taxi, my bag discarded onto the seat next to me. With the slam of the door, the taxi is pulling away from the curb. I press my forehead to the glass of the window, my breath fogging up the sight of Rhett and Jake breaking through the crowd. They stand there, confusion written into their features as they watch the cab pull away.

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I squeeze them together. A deep sigh escapes me, the realization hitting me. They know my dad, at least Jake does. And we are all going to Miramar. It's only a matter of time before our paths cross again.

Maybe it wasn't even my Bob, I try and rationalize with myself. After all, how many people in the world are named "Bob" anyway? It's shallow in theory, a sort of knowing feeling sitting heavy in my gut. That was my Bob on the other end of that message; the feeling deep in my chest aches in a way that it just has to be true.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

It's only a matter of time before our paths cross again. On base, in the commissary as we grocery shop. Eye contact over fresh produce, hands busy but eyes filled with questions. Or in my father's office, Jake dropping by on business as my dad and I sit on either side of his large desk. Words caught in our throats, my father's gaze wandering between us. Maybe it will be at the bar, our eyes locking from across the room. Questions shouted over the music; over the smell of alcohol.

And maybe Bob would be there too, looking positively like a dream I haven't fully allowed myself to have. He'd be there like the sunshine, glowing and warm and something I just wouldn't be able to outrun. He'd be all smiles and kind hands, wrapping me into his embrace in the same way his friends had.

It's only a matter of time, but I'll run now.

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