#long set sorry but these teasers are all sooo good

[huangrenjuns]

( )SCAPE Film : Chapter 5

[nanistar]

do you have any tips on story writing / comic making? ive got something all plotted out but i just dont know where to start with executing it

hmmm this one is tough because i have a long history of starting and giving up on comics, even if i have a full script written out. i'm personally really bad at the whole planning-stuff-out thing. i tend to work in short bursts and write stuff maybe two or three scenes in advance.

i think my best advice would be: if you have something planned out, and you're excited to start working on it, just start working on it.

don't wait to find the perfect beginning, because in my experience, you'll eventually lose confidence or motivation if you wait too long. the worst thing that will happen is you might come up with a cooler idea later, but the good thing about webcomics is you can always start over, especially if it's early on. my "main" comic- something ive been working on since 2014- i have started and stopped about 6 times, and i have changed the plot/settings completely about as many times. i even wrote it out as a 100+ page novel for a creative writing class in high school. i actually started SBC with the intention of doing a short 1-2 year comic to kinda "warm up"

share some of your process online and with friends for feedback as you go with pre-planning. when i was building up the mojave clan concept, briskwater was intended to be the main character, with vulturepaw, a sunclan cat, having an unrelated but major side story but when i shared my first character sketches with my friend server, they all went bonkers over Saltburn so i changed my plan to focus on her. you don't have to share everything, but just having people initially interested in your story is a HUUUGE motivation boost. if you're having troubles scripting a start, don't script. think about openings to shows/series that you like and just start sketching stuff. i really like the foreboding prose-like openings of Fellowship of the ring and Avatar the last airbender, that tells you everything you need to know about the world itself, and mayhaps foreshadows a bit, but is still opened-ended enough that it can go anywhere. you can also start in media res; AKA start where the action all ready happened/is happening, and do a "teaser" of sorts, and then go back, sometimes called a Cold Open (tho that one is used mainly in TV, and some argue it's different but they're both functionally the same thing). think about how procedural investigation shows will often show you an obscured view of how the episode's victim gets murdered/kidnapped/whatever, and then it launches into the shows opening credits.

also finally, and i mean this so, so genuinely, it does not have to be perfect, and it wont be. you are going to be drawing SO many characters so many times, so many BGs ect, things are going to slip through the cracks that that's OK. you can take shortcuts, you can be lazy, you can have continuity errors. also give characters in the BG funny stupid faces instead of worrying about details because its fun to do

sooo yah. that's all i got TLDR: look at intros to media you like, and steal their style. don't worry about getting it perfect. if you have even a slim idea of what you want, just go for it and it will come to you. if you don't know what you want.... also just go for it.

also. my style of writing/comics works for me, but it might not work for you so take any advice i give with a grain of salt. ask other comic folk, like @razmerry and uh. ive been sitting here for 15 minutes but i literally forgot every other comic person ever. so sorry. but anyone who knows things feel free to add on.

[myckicade]

Prompt: Yo can I get a little AngelxReader? Pretty please? I'm a mush for pregnancy and Angel as a Daddy if that's possible? Thanks!

A/N: Hey, I had a lot of fun with this one! It’s probably definitely going to be a little series, so we can take Angel through all the stages, sooo. Shhh. ;). <3 . Really, I hope you enjoy it! We open with the spotlight on you...

Title: What It Feels Like

Teaser: Shock. This must be what shock feels like.

Part One

“Well, fuck,” you curse, staring down at the evil little stick in your hand. Two perfectly parallel lines, each one a dark, foreboding pink, stare up at you. Mocking little bastards, the both of them. The sarcastic response to the results isn’t quite what you had expected to experience, but… Well, what the hell else is there to do? Flip out, and break shit? Break down and cry? No, none of that really sounds appealing. You’re not angry. You’re not sad. Hell, you’re not even happy.

Oh, right, yeah. Shock. This must be what shock feels like.

Fuck. No, really, fuck, this isn’t in the fucking plan. Move to town, get a decent job, good car, nice house. Later, later, kids are supposed to come later, after the husband, and the picket fence, and the fucking dogs. Not now.

Okay. So, you’ve skipped right into panic. Good job.

Taking a deep breath, you blow it out through your mouth. Rinse, repeat. Rinse, repeat. Okay. Okay, you can feel your heart rate coming back down from somewhere around Mach Three, and your sense of logic seems to have joined it. That’s good. You’re going to need it.

“Okay, (y/n),” you murmur, slowly. “You need to focus, and plot your course of action. You can do this.” Of course, you can. Step by step, that’s how you’ll do it. Obviously, you need to clean up the bathroom, from the sea of foil wrappers, paper instructions, and, oh, yeah, the six other tests you took before the one you decided to take seriously. After that, a bottle of water would be a good idea. Panic is thirsty work. And, while you drink, you can take a few minutes to decide what the hell you’re going to tell Angel.

Angel. Oh, Angel is going to blow a fucking gasket.

Blowing out another breath, you rest your hips back against the edge of the sink, arms crossing over your chest. You have to tell him. You know you do. It’s not up for debate. It’s not like Angel is a bad guy. He’s a total sweetheart, always good to you, always making you laugh. But, you’ve only been dating for a few months. It’s not really what would pass for serious, between you, no talk of taking next steps. It’s fun, and getting comfortable. Truthfully, you’ve been looking forward to letting things get a little more comfortable, a little more settled.

Clearly, the Universe has Other Ideas.

You sigh, carding a hand through your hair. Well, all things considered, you have one thing moving in your favour. With you for a Mom, and Angel for a Dad, the kid is sure to be a cute one. The thought brings a small smile to your face. You try to conjure a mental picture, whose nose, whose eyes… Sure, certain pieces won’t look right, depending on boy or girl. Do you want a boy, or a girl? What would Angel want, you wonder?

If he wants one, at all.

A cold shiver creeps up your spine. It’s the other side of the coin, the harsh reality… Angel may not want to be a father. It’s understandable, and you’d hardly blame him for not jumping for joy. (It’s not like you’re doing cartwheels, either, to be fair). The question then becomes pretty obvious, of what the hell are you going to do as a single mother? Do you want to raise a child in an apartment? You’re a long way from buying that house, even if you compromise on the quality of home, or the neighbourhood you’ve had your eye on. You don’t even know what school district your current location falls into, or if it’s any damned good. And, yikes, you’re really getting ahead of yourself, here!

Shaking your head, you push off of the sink, and lean down to pick up a couple of wrappers from the floor. A small groan passes your lips, as you stand straight, once again. “Ow, damn,” you sigh, one hand moving to rub the space just above your tailbone. The shot of discomfort subsides pretty quickly, as it has done for the last several days. You toss the wrappers into the trash with your free hand, next collecting the instructions and boxes, one by one, until they have all joined the wrappers in the bin. The tests, you leave on the edge of the sink. Just in case proof is needed, you think.

Careful of the mentioned tests, you quickly wash your hands. Picking up the towel, you dry off on your way to the kitchen. Your cell phone is on the counter, right beside the refrigerator. It’s mocking you, just like those pink lines.

Jesus Christ. You roll your eyes, dropping the towel next to your phone. You’re losing it. No question about it.

You retrieve a bottle of water from the refrigerator, cracking it open to take a long drink. The cold liquid feels nice against your throat, which had become more dry than you had realized. Your eyes slide to your phone, again. You have to call Angel. You already agreed with yourself on it. Shaking your head, you take another long drink of water, before setting the bottle down on the counter. You snag your phone, and bring up Angel’s number in your Contacts.

“Sorry, in advance, babe,” you mumble, pressing the ‘Call’ button. Your finger hovers over the option to put the call on speaker, but you pull back at the last second, to settle the phone against your ear. This call deserves as much privacy as you can give it.

Ring.

He’s going to think you’re nuts, calling him so early. Or, he’ll think there’s an emergency. He’d just left your place, not an hour before.

Ring.

Maybe, a text would be appropriate? Not to spill all the beans in. Just a quick, “Hey, can you call me, when you have a minute, please?”. Yeah, that might work.

Ring.

Shit, he’s probably really busy. Another few rings, and it will go to voicemail. You can just leave him one of those. No emergency. No rush. Hopefully, you can keep your voice level enough to pull that off.

Ri-“Hey, you okay?” Angel’s voice startles you back to reality. His voice is quiet, tone teetering on worried.

Shit. Just what you didn’t want.

You take a slow, deep breath in. You can do this. “Hey, ah…” Not a good place to stop talking, but your brain suddenly can’t put two words together to save its last synapse.

Apparently, you’ve been quiet for a beat too long, at least. “…-(Y/n)?” Angel asks, carefully.

“Do you think you’ll be able to come over, later?” You blurt out in a rush, tipping your head back in frustration before the final word is even out of your mouth. Way to stay calm, (y/n).

“Miss me, already?” he teases, and you can picture that gorgeous grin sneaking over his face. When you don’t answer, Angel blows out a puff of air into the receiver, seemingly mulling it over. “Ah, it might be a late one? But, I should be able to.” He pauses, and you find yourself holding your own breath. “Everything okay?” he asks, again.

“Yeah. Yeah, just…” It’s now, or never. No man ever wants to hear these words, you reason with yourself, but it’s the only way to put it. “I have something I need to talk to you about.”

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[wonniesmile]

❥ playground! (ep. 2)

⤷ ellie’s moments in playground episode 2! (ft. txt <3)

⤷ bulletpoint format!

⤷ after a long wait, episode 2 is finally out! don’t forget to leave suggestions for new fics!!!

“HOW THE HECK DID YOU BEAT ME AGAIN.”

huening and ellie were once again playing on the nintendo, waiting on the others to finish getting ready for the next shoot.

“ellie please. please let me win. just this once...for my dignity.”

the boy gets on the floor and starts bowing.

ellie starts freaking out, obvi.

“NO PLEASE DON’T BOW!”

she’s in a very frantic state at this very moment, no clue why...but, i mean it’s ellie...right?

“what’re you guys playing?”, “oh- um- mario k-”

ellie looks up from her position, DUN DUN DUN.

that was like...really cringe, i’m so sorry.

it was none other than the choi beomgyu. standing. right. in. front. of. her.

“oh- oh my god- uh- h- he- hello!” she musters up a greeting and quickly bows.

“you don’t need to bow ellie! we’re friends!”

oh no, this poor girl’s heart.

if she dies from an early heart attack, it was bcs of choi beomgyu, just giving everyone a heads up! /j

anyways, her face was like BEET red.

from across the room, her members were watching her every move.

sunoo was laughing at how serious the rest of them were.

“can you guys like...idk...calm down? she’s literally fine.”

“i know, but...” (jake)

“but what?” (sunoo)

“oh you know...” (jungwon)

“can ya’ll finish the damn sentence?” (sunoo and jay)

“it’s nothing...” (sunghoon)

“jesus christ, you guys are insane.” (sunoo)

“five minutes!”

ellie’s head shoots up.

“darn it, i almost beat you.”

“not even close huening, ellie is the master.”

her cheeks, once again, burn up.

before she could thank beomgyu, ellie is pulled away by jungwon.

“what the heck wonie?”

“it’s time to go.”

she’s obviously very confused? what was getting into him?

choosing to ignore his attitude, ellie obliges and lets the boy drag her into the studio.

he spoke no words...very odd.

ellie started overthinking...did she do something subconsciously???

“places please!” she massages her temples and goes backstage to wait for her group’s cue.

the episode started with each group dancing on stage.

their instructions were to “have fun!”

she gave it her ALL, messing around...and even getting into a dance battle with riki.

she found it absolutely hilarious, but unfortunately, her face dropped at the sight of jungwon.

obviously, something was bothering him, but she didn’t have the courage to ask...at least not now when everyone seemed to be having fun.

jungwon was not one to show his emotions outwardly, so to a normal person, he seemed like his usual self.

but, ellie knows better, she can read jungwon like the back of her hand...something was up.

she made a mental note to herself to ask him if he was ok after the shoot.

the first game was an absolute BLAST.

they were competing to see which team they would have to play on.

since there was an odd number of people, ellie didn’t have to compete against anyone. instead, she got to choose which team she wanted to be on.

(she secretly enjoyed it)

she looked at the two teams in front of her.

her original plan was to go into the yellow team so both teams would have an equal amount of enhypen members, but she felt iffy about doing so because of jungwon...

she could possibly be overthinking things, but she didn’t want to take any risks.

making eye contact with him one last time, she looks over at the red team and points finger guns at them.

“yay ellie!” beomgyu seemed way more enthusiastic than everyone else.

of course, ellie’s heart rate quickens at the weird observation.

the team name choosing was absolutely wonderful.

beomgyu came up with ‘brave dummies’ and for some reason everyone went with it, not that ellie was complaining because it was REALLY funny.

this episode required a lot more physical activity than the last one, which she had no problem with.

she led her team to victory during the first game with the tubes and ping pong ball.

got picked up by beomgyu hai!

wait wait wait...let me set the scene for you guys because...it was something else.

after winning the race, the 7 teammates all did a group hug, ellie being shoved into the middle while the rest ferociously chanted “ellie! ellie! ellie!”

kinda scary...looked like a cult from the outside lol.

she was so confused.

all of a sudden, a figure picks her up from behind and starts cheering very loudly.

she looked absolutely terrified because she had no. clue. what. was. going. on.

and when this poor girl turns her head back to look at the person carrying her, all bodily organs in her shut down.

her eyes went blurry and suddenly she couldn’t see, her kidneys failed, her limbs detached from her body...it was insane.

jay and sunoo, being the teasers they were, laughed at the look of the flustered girl.

it was...so much.

when beomgyu put her down, she felt her life flash before her eyes.

she still couldn’t believe what just happened, placing a hand on her forehead to see if she was sick??? for some reason.

she literally could NOT think straight after that.

the rest of the episode felt like a blur.

during the flag game, she failed oh so miserably...

“you ok?” jay teasingly asks her.

“leave me alone.” *cue her side eye*

“hehe.” (jay)

she felt so bad for doing so badly during the game, she kept apologizing :’).

“ellie! its ok! none of us did good :)” thank god for yeonjun.

she had to lay her head down onto ni-ki’s shoulders because she felt so defeated.

ni-ki responded by hugging her by the waist.

“don’t worry, i did horrible too.”

she hummed and pouted.

the screaming from the others made her feel a lot better.

“there’s that smile!” sunoo squeezes her cheeks.

the other team won, obviously.

she examined jungwon, he seemed like he was doing a lot better, seeing him enjoy himself was all the reassurance ellie needed.

oh good god...the next game...hahahaha.

it was...hai!

they had a piece of paper in which they had to fit all their teammates on, it was...intense.

she tried standing in the middle of jake and ni-ki, but was pulled by kim sunoo to stand in between him and beomgyu.

she froze up, god...can’t you just act normally ellie? (this was to herself btw ;) )

she tried not to think about the close proximity between her and beomgyu, instead giving her all into the game.

“ellie, it’s alright, step on my foot.” yeonjun tells her.

“are you sure?”

“yes of course.”

she cautiously steps on his foot, making sure not to put too much weight into it.

they got past a good amount of rounds, the last one is where they REALLY struggled.

“i have an idea!”

ellie announces while clapping her hands.

“i think if we put our feet in this pattern...”

she shows what she means by using her own feet as an example.

“it would save space...we can hold onto each other for balance like all the other rounds and our other foot can come up. the foot on the ground will serve as a stabilizer.”

“that’s SUCH a smart idea!” yeonjun smiles at her.

“thanks!”

jake couldn’t resist it...it came as an automatic reflex. he moves his hand around to squeeze her cheeks.

“miss smarty pants saves us yet again!” (jake)

she glares at him and hits his arm.

(there was a slight smile on her face though)

with ellie’s strategy, their team wins yet again!!!

they huddled into a group hug while the other team groaned in defeat.

“ellie should’ve joined our team!” soobin yells.

she giggles.

the final game was a big round of yut nori, which ellie still had NO CLUE how to play.

“do you know how to play?” beomgyu asks her.

“not really?”

“no worries, leave it to us!”

ellie blushes...yk...the usual.

ellie didn’t do much through out the game, following whatever the others told her to do.

by the end of it, you’d think she’d know how to play, right? wrong!

she still, to this day, doesn’t know how to play yut nori :))).

she was sad as the shooting ended, knowing that they probably won’t be able to shoot together with txt for a LONG while.

it was so very fun getting to hang out with her seniors, though beomgyu was a bit too much.

after they said their goodbyes on camera, it was time to say goodbye off camera.

soobin suggested that they make a gc together, to which everyone happily agreed to!

beomgyu asked ellie for her number, which she shouldn’t have though much about considering he was the one making the groupchat for them, but a girl can dream right?

after hugging everyone goodbye, her group moved back into their dressing room.

“i’m exhausted.” sunghoon mentions.

ellie’s eyes did feel heavy.

the 8 of them have been shooting all day and they could all probably agree that what they needed now was a nice long nap.

she moved over to where sunghoon was laying down and tapped the boy to ask him to scoot over so she could lay down as well.

the girl cuddled into sunghoons warmth.

“sooo, you and beomgyu, huh.”

“why? are you jealous?”

“maybe...but you know who is Very jealous right now? and who you should probably talk to bcs he’s definitely upset?”

her eyes widen, finally realizing.

“oh my god, i gotta go.”

she climbs out of sunghoon’s embrace.

“i was comfortable ellie!”

“yeah yeah!”

she runs out the dressing room, frantically searching for jungwon.

she accidentally bumps into beomgyu.

“woah there, where are you going???”

“i’m so sorry! uh- i have to go talk to jungwon about something, i can’t really stay for long...”

beomgyu nods his head and motions for her to go.

she finally finds jungwon at a vending machine, grabbing two drinks.

“yang!”

she finally reaches him and drops her body down to catch her breath.

“i’m so sorry.”

“about what?”

“sunghoon said you were upset with me about something...and i wan- (deep breath) i wanted you to know that no one will ever replace you or any (deep breath) any of the other members (deep breath).”

jungwon stays silent for a bit before chuckling at the sight of the girl’s state.

“oh ellie...” he gently makes her look up by her chin, “don’t worry about it, i knew you would never do that...i just got jealous seeing you blush at beomgyu so much...”

the last part was barely audible, but ellie understood.

she giggles, “i didn’t know mr. yang was the jealous type!”

he glares at her, “whatever.”

she smiles and hugs him by the neck.

“let’s go back, we’re heading home soon.”

ellie pulls jungwon by the hands.

“wait,” he fishes for the two drinks still left in the vending machine, “this is for you.”

it was strawberry milk, her favorite.

“thank you, kind sir.”

the two walked back hand in hand.

“is wonie feeling better~” heeseung teased.

jungwon mocks his face.

“time to head back!” their manager calls out.

“god i cannot wait to sleep.” ellie groans.

“ellie~ can i sleep next to you tonight?” ni-ki pleads with his eyes.

“why not sunoo?”

“he wanted to switch it up today, apparently.” sunoo clings his arms with ellie’s.

“i mean of course you can riki, just promise me you’ll actually sleep and not watch videos all night.” ellie stares at him.

“promise.”

she smiles and hooks her free arm around his.

“now...let’s go home.”

[lunetual]

✨ can i.... do i... yeah.... SLCKSKLD ive always been curious abt this cause u say how all my works are ur favourite ):< i am not worthy of such a compliment

OKAY WOO!! cmere. cmere and let me fight say nice things about your work. i know i always say that... everything you make is my favorite so. i’m going to pick my MOST favorite favorites, but keep in mind. they’re all my favorite. just in general, you have just a fantastic eye for design! i know you favor neutral and earth tones but when you venture out you do a great job with palettes that pop without like. making your eyes burn. and you are GREAT with fonts. literally cannot wait to see what you make in the future really!!!

hmm.... this is gonna go under the cut. in no particular order!!

1. okay okay so. i might be fond of this because it was the first piece of Wootent(TM) i saw BUT. i really love all the little details and easter eggs you slipped into your netflix edit! like really all the details... insane. i know i mentioned i noticed how you hid your handle and integrated it into the edit and i was like... op is CLEVER. a THINKER. ;aldskfjldksfj. not to mention i was sooo delighted by the fact that you incorporated both video and still graphics into the post. like why don’t we do that more? we should do that more. i actually hate video work so i won’t be doing that. but. in general. if people like video they should do it more. it was really the way i was like. help i want this netflix show so badly.

2. i know you!!! said you were fighting every step of the way with this one aslkdfjalsdjf but i loved your top kpop songs of 2021 so far set. it was really fun and creative and you colored the gifs beautifully. the spinning records were so cute and again i loved the overall layout of each song.

3. a;sdkfjls;ldkf i only have three slots left help!!! okay okay so. gyugle! it was just SUCH a cute idea to begin with. and then you really. worked so hard on every little detail!! the neutral color palette... the icons... all of the motion graphic elements... all of the emails, the file names, the sidebar.... INSANE. i literally could NEVER i bow down in awe at your patience etc. and i’m still sobbing about how cute the bear ears are.......

4. moarevival ul:kin yeonjun. obviously. the 3d rendering, insanely cool. as i said. i could never!! it looks so good too ahhhh. so skill level to achieve all of this aside, this one is a personal favorite because this is an aesthetic i tend to favor! the neutrals and blacks are delicious.... really.... and every single panel is perfect on its own, and then altogether it’s so harmonious and pleasing to the eye. like literally when you dropped this i spent. so much time staring at each individual panel and then all of it together and i’m still so so so impressed by it! (my favorite panel is probably! the second one...... loved the transition from the abstract shapes to those photos of yeonjun split across the circle. also typeface-wise, great choice as always + i love an outline font. very ~editorial~ feeling like really i could keep this talking about this one but i’ll spare you!!!

5. YELLOW CAB X YEONJUN!!!!! really really i looooved this one so much. first of all. fight teaser...... lives rent free in my head it’s really my favorite of the two concepts like theeee way it made me feel..... and then you slapped that together with yellow cab?? the taste... the taste. i loved the colors and how well you integrated the aesthetic of yellow cab throughout each panel AND i loved the way certain graphic elements were split across images too! makes it flow so well. i adored every single element you clipped gifs into but the microsoft paint window ESPECIALLY. the overall look of this was so killer you have such a great eye for balance and for being intentional about every part of your graphics. i never ever feel like you slap something on just for the sake of it, everything you add has a reason and that’s like. THE key to good graphic design. every decision with a purpose. you’re so so good already <3 and you’re just going to get better <3 i mean it when i say you are one of the most creative designers i’ve come across and literally in grad school. evaluating art directors was. one of my jobs a;dslkfjsdlkffak so!!!

bestie i’m so sorry that was so long. <3 but. wootent fan blog first txt blog second!!! mwah ily keep up the amazing work, you KNOW i’ll be hyping you up!!

[jk9bangtan]

ƬΉΣ ΉΛƬΣ YӨЦ GΛVΣ -3-

Series: (✎) On going

Genre: ♔ Smut / ♤Romance / ♘ Angst

Warnings: lots and lots of angst, Jungkook hurting y/n, a lot of hurtful feelings, disappointment, angry Jungkook, Jungkook Jealous, mention of pregnancy, a little bit of smut, swearing.

Author’s note: I have cried a lot while writing this chapter 😭 hope you guys aren’t as sensitive as I am 💔

Teaser: “I don’t love you. I don’t. All of this was planed. He told me that he will give me money if I gave you to him in our wedding night and that’s why I married you. I love money I don’t love you”

Word Count: 1651

Exclaimer: This ff has nothing to do with real life events. Everything in this ff is from my imagination. The characters are not real (well, Jungkook is real but he doesn’t act this way in real life... you inow what I mean)

Parts: part1, part2, part3, part4, part5,…..??

Taglist: @jiminiepabo95 @giadalin

Part 3

Title: Divorce

Jungkook's P.O.V

They say getting drunk is the best thing to do when you feel the world is no longer a good place for you. It helps you forget everything, especially the things that hurts you so bad. However, it is not the case with me. I have been siting here in the kitchen for hours drinking. But Its not helping at all. It is making it even worser.

Her face, her voice, her scent.... Every small trace of her features are stuck in mind even after drinking seven bottles of this useless drink.

"Maybe because I am used to it. I need even larger quantities of these alcoholic drinks to get drunk. I should of listened to her when she told me to stop drinking a lot." I said smiling at the memory of her caring about me. She used to hate my drinking habit.

How can things change this fast. How can everything vanish in a blink of an eye. How can she be pregnant with another man's child. How can she be this way. How can I be this way.

Jk: "She was sooo good for me. I don't deserve good things. I don't deserve her. I gave her for money. I-i ...... Sold her for money." I didn't know i was crying until I saw tears falling of my cheeks. "Why am I even crying. Wasn't me the one who wanted money instead of her." I said quickly wiping my tears away.

"It is all because of you. I hate you. I have never thought you will have a big affect on my life. Why won't you leave me alone even after vanishing out of this world"

Flash back

???: "Where is the money?! How dare you come back with few dollars only. Didn't I tell you to not comeback home until you bring 50 bucks a day?!" He yelled as he harshly grabbed the young kid from his shoulders.

Jk: "I'm sorry. I am really sorry. No one wanted to buy anything from the water bottles and the gums I am selling. Only few people bought them."  Jungkook answered. His voice trembling. His hands and legs won't stop shaking. His words were coming out as whimpers due to the harsh grip on his meager shoulders.

???: " I don't care!! 50 bucks means 50 bucks. or I swear I won't let you sleep in this house anymore" the man threatened as he pushed him harshly towards the wall. the young Jungkook's body ended up being slammed on the wall so hard that the old wooden door of the cheap dresser opened making a creaking sound.

???: "Now go!! and make sure to don't come back here until you bring money. you need to learn how to live independently I am not staying with you forever. Your mom was like that as well but thanks god she is gone now. But still she left a stupid kid like you for me to deal with." The man said walking his way to the door. he grabbed the handle of it but stopped in mid way due to hearing the younger speaking.

Jk: " It's cold outside I need something to cover myself with. Can I borrow your jacket please or can I maybe go outside tomorrow morning it almost 11:00 pm dad. It's night." he begged as he hugged himself. he was freezing from the cold. him being inside doesn't help at all. The room that he was in wasn't considered a real room. It was a huge shop, which used to be an auto repair shop. There wasn't even something to sit on. How could a father do this to his child. How can't he take care and look after one kid.

It is true that Jungkook said it's cold outside and that's why he doesn't want to go there but in reality he is scared. He is not scared from real things like murdering, killing, being kidnapped. He is still scared of ghosts and monsters. Which is a proof that shows he is still a child and he still thinks about unreal things that every child fears of.

Jk's father: "What did you say softy?? is it that cold to you my baby," he smirked as he moved his way towards his child. Jungkook knew what will happen to him but he didn't move. He hoped that after he is done with him he will leave him there. He won't let him go outside anymore. But little did he know, there is no escape. The old man grabbed the jungkook from his neck, strangling him as he lift his body of the ground. He tighten his grip on his neck. Jungkook's eyes were wide open. He tried to take a breaths but he couldn't. "You are a nobody. I just want you to be gone from my life, I can kill you right now and right here. But unfortunately I still need you. I need money. The only reason why you are still alive is because I need money and you are the only way I could have money without even working." he harshly yelled as he finally loosened his grip on the kid's neck letting his body slam hard to the ground.

Jk's father:  "Do you still want to stay here??!! No??!! Good boy."  he blurted out as he grabbed Jungkook from his wrist and harshly threw him outside. Closing the door afterwards without even giving a final glance towards his 9 years old son.

End of flashback

"why......why.....why" Jungkook kept repeating the same word on and on. A simple "why" that asks millions of questions. "Why did you do this to me? Why didn't you love me? Why did you treat me as if I am nothing to you? Why did your actions affect me?" Jungkook kept going on and on with his questions. The veins in his arms popped out as his muscles tensed. He started yelling every word that came out of his mouth.

Jk: "Why am I doing what you have done? Why am I like you?! Why! Why!" He yelled as his grip tightening instinctively around the wine glass causing it to broke into peaces. Blood came rushing down his hands and dripped on the floor. His grip didn't loosen one bit, it instead got tighter and tighter.

A loud knock on the door took him out of his states. He didn't budge, only his gaze moved towards the front door. He shifted a little bit on his seat as he laid his head on the kitchen counter closing his eyes afterwards.

He took a deep breath waiting for the person to stop knocking on the door. A growl escaped his mouth when he heard the voice of the person who've been knocking on the door for more than two minutes. But he quickly stood up and walked towards the front door opening it wide. His gaze quickly roamed around not letting it stop on the man standing in front of him. He thought she came back. But she was no where to be seen.

Jk: "Where is she?!" He asked finally looking at the old man in front of him.

Mr.Kim: "We need to talk." The old man nonchalantly said ignoring JungKook's question.

Jungkook moved away letting the old man enter. Both of them walked inside the living room. Mr. Kim took a seat on one of the couches as he unlocked his phone.

"It's 10:33 pm Y/N will be waiting for me so lets talk fast." The old man said making Jungkook ball his hands into fists. His gaze moved towards Mr. Kim's phone making his whole body tense up at the view in front of him. Jungkook closed his eyes tight. *He dares to have her photo as his lock screen* he said to himself opening his eyes again.

Jk: "Where is she?!" Jungkook once again asked as he stood in front of the couch Mr.Kim sat on.

Mr. Kim: "You think she will come back after what you did to her?! She said she doesn't want to see you face. Who even gave you the permission to touch her you bastard." He said glaring at Jungkook. Jungkook's chest felt heavy hearing that she doesn't want to see him.

Jk: "It's none if your business. She is my wife. I can touch her whenever I want too" Jungkook's eyes sharp on him challenging him to say the opposite.

Mr. Kim: "But not for too long" he replayed a malignant smirk on his face.

Jungkook: "What do you mean?!" He asked confused.

Mr.Kim: "I am sure she told you that she is pregnant with MY child" he said, a smirk still on his face. Jungkook's heart sunk at the mention of his wife caring someone else's child. "You have one week to divorce her. I want to marry her sooner than later. I want her and our child to have my name. Kim y/n not Jeon y/n" he continued standing up.

Mr. Kim: "Tell me whenever you set a day for the divorce. And one more thing tomorrow is your first day at work because today is obviously the last day of your vacation that was supposed to be for your honeymoon. So be ready for a big surprise tomorrow. I can't wait to see your reaction." He laughed walking pass Jungkook and out if the house.

Jungkook was standing still. The idea of her not wanting to see him and wanting to get a divorce made him go insane. His breaths were unsteady. He suddenly fall on his knees and crawled towards the couch. As soon as his back touched the couch he brought his knees towards his chest hugging them with his arms. He buried his face between his knees as he kept repeating, "I won't divorce her, I want divorce her..............."

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BTS Princes! au Pt. 2 (Maknae Line)

Part 1

A/N: 1) First of all, thank you all so much for your support. I didn’t expect all this feedback, and I REALLY DO APPRECIATE IT. 

2) I have some news which I don’t know if you’re going to like or not. I decided to do two more parts for the proposals, royal weddings and finally the pregnancy+ royal babies, because the dating part is SUPER LONG so it goes like this ...

Part 1: general info on the boys as Princes.

Part 2 (Maknae line): How you meet + first date + dating in general.

Part 2.5 (Hyung line): same as part 2.

Part 3: Proposal + royal announcement + wedding and honeymoon.

Part 4: Pregnancy + royal babies. 

3) I wouldn’t really mind if you guys want to drop some ideas for the upcoming parts.  

4) I hope you enjoy this part.😍 and don’t forget to tell me what you think.

5) I am so sorry this took me so long to post because I wanted it to be perfect.🥺

Prince Jimin:

When it comes to the maknaes, Jimin is the most experienced among them in relationships.

He would be the most one to have had many girlfriends, but they didn’t work out.

Jimin met you under very weird circumstances.

To you, it was the worst day ever, until of course the part in which you met Prince Jimin because he made it better.

First, you woke up late which led you to run to work on your feet rather than taking a means of transportation that would have made you arrive later.

You were homesick for a while now seeing that you haven’t seen your family for a long time, which just added to your stress.

To top all of that your best friend had you set up on a blind date that you were not so excited for.

That night Jimin was out with some friends he hadn’t seen in a long time.

Then there you were ...

Dressed in a beautiful dress that somehow made you look outstanding among every person in that restaurant. 

The waiter led you to a table that was in Jimin’s sight.

And it was for two 🙂

Of course, you were here on a date ... what was he thinking!

A beautiful girl like you showing up in a dress like that must be here on a date.

Poor you! You kept waiting for your date, but apparently, he had things far more important than showing up.

Jimin had noticed from afar how you kept looking at the door every few minutes.

He thought that whoever stood you up was a douchebag.

You were intending to call your best friend and give her an earful, but after you order yourself a nice meal because you have had a long day and that guy couldn’t even call to cancel the date and let you use this wasted time on something more useful, so you owe it to yourself to have some good time.

Jimin was waiting a little bit after his friends left as he is always the last to leave out of these places for protection protocols.

He was going to leave but he changed his mind and asked his guards to wait for him. 

“Is this seat taken?” he asked after he cleared his throat to catch your attention.

“It was supposed to, but it’s not,” you said not looking up from your drink which you were sipping on so slowly making Jimin chuckle.

“May I?” he asked again before you gestured with your hands for him to sit.

He knew you were a foreigner because you didn’t recognise him immediately.

“Why do you look so familiar?” you said squinting your eyes at him.

Never really happened to him, but ... he started to panic.

“I feel like I saw you somewhere before.” you were trying so hard to remember where have you seen him.

“Maybe the news ...” he said giving you a hint.

“Are you some kind of celebrity?” 

you were pouting and he was giggling at your facial expression.

“Not really...no.” 

GASP

“Oh my God,” you started freaking out.

“Please don’t freak out,” he said looking around. Even though the restaurant had limited the number of their guests that night for the prince, there were still a few people around which Jimin had no desire of catching their attention, at least not with you freaking out.

He quirked an eyebrow when he saw you slightly leaning over the table towards him.

“Am I going to prison for addressing you informally?” 

The whole thing was so amusing to Jimin, here’s why:

First, you were whispering.

Second, he didn’t know whether you were talking seriously or not, but from the looks of it, you seemed serious.

Third, he was rolling his eyes in his head over the fact that people treated them as if they were some kind of tyrants who punish someone violently just because you did not address them the correct way.

Deciding to tease you because PRINCE JIMIN IS A TEASER.

“in fact, it’s a beheading in this case, but I’ll put in a word for you that 25 years of imprisonment is enough because you’re so amusing,” he said staring you in the eyes.

You were gaping like a fish with wide eyes as your shoulders sank and your face paled.

You knew that nothing would happen to you when you asked him that question, but your overly cautious self wanted to make sure that you were not in trouble for informally addressing the Prince, and you certainly did not expect this answer.

“W-w-what?”

Suddenly, Jimin burst out in laughter over your reaction.

“I am kidding. Please, calm down,” he said still laughing as he put a hand over yours to calm you down.

You calmed down as You and the prince started to have a normal conversation.

Now halfway through the conversation...

“Sooo?” he was looking at you like he wanted to know what went wrong with your night.

“Oh... long story short... I was stood up,” you said shrugging.

“His loss is my gain,” he said winking.

you blushed as you did not expect him to flirt with you like this.

But then again, Prince Jimin was known for being a huge flirt.

Surprisingly, that night turned out amazing.

Jimin insisted on paying for your dinner.

Although he had dinner just a few moments ago with his friends, he ordered another meal with you just so you wouldn’t feel shy and refuse to eat. How cute is that!

Jimin returned home that night with the biggest smile on his face that made Namjoon weary of him, and Jin thought he was drunk.

“You have royal engagements to carry out tomorrow with mum, and you return home drunk like that,” Jin said rebuking Jimin who sunk into an armchair looking at Jin with his mind elsewhere.

“Hyung, I am not drunk,” Jimin said with a big, fat smile still visible on his features.

“He’s not drun,.” Yoongi said as he smelled Jimin’s breath.

“See!” Jimin said giggling.

“Is he high?” Hoseok whispered to Namjoon.

Jimin was acting weirdly after your night out together, which made the boys slightly concerned.

He kept in touch with you after you both had exchanged phone numbers that night.

You treated him as a friend and tried not to expect more out of this friendship because expectations can really bring you down.

Jimin himself was quite confused whether to ask you out or not, seeing that you dodged his every attempt to flirt with you.

 But you didn’t do that on purpose...

It was a worldwide known fact that Prince Jimin has had his fair share of affairs with models, princesses and many other women with his flirty attitude...

So you tried not to take his flirtations seriously.

Prince Jimin is Bold ... okay?

like he will straight out say anything that comes to his mind.

“Is there something wrong with me?” 

he asked one day when he was over at your house laying spread on your sofa as if there wasn’t an army protecting the premises outside.

You looked up from your laptop, putting whatever it is that you were working on, on hold.

“What? Nooo, why would you say that!” you answered his question frowning.

“Then there must be something wrong with you!” he said quirking his eyebrows at you.

“Last I checked, there was nothing wrong with me?” you said in an almost question like manner.

“Then, why can’t you catch on any of my hints?” 

“What hints?” you put down your laptop because Jimin was confusing you right now.

“I have been flirting with you for a whole month now!” he said as if saying that to your crush is as normal as breathing.

Jimin never failed to make you gap like a fish because right now you were doing it for the millionth time just this week.

“What?”

“What do you want me to do more than that? I have been trying to show you that I like you and what’s worse is that you don’t even reject me like you made me doubt myself ... am I doing something wrong or what?”

“How can you be so straightforward?” you were amazed by his boldness.

“I just told you that I like you and that is all you care about!” he said scrunching his face.

“What do you want me to do?” you looked like a tomato right now.

“I don’t know .... maybe start with answering me back whether you like me too or not?” he asked now sitting up and looking you in the eye which only made you blush even more.

“I ....do?” you sounded like you weren’t sure but deep down you were willing to scream YES! I DO LIKE YOU, I MIGHT EVEN BE IN LOVE WITH YOU. 

but, again you were not as bold as Jimin to do such a thing.

“Why do you sound so hesitant?” he edged closer to you to look you in the eyes even more than before as if pressuring you.

He can be intimidating like that ...

You were sure you were going to die out of shyness and embarrassment.

covering your face you answered with “Cause you make me shy.”

Jimin chuckled over your cuteness as he took your hands off your face and held you in his arms.

“It’s okay sweetheart, there’s nothing wrong with liking me back,” 

He chuckled even more when he felt how tense your body was until you relaxed in his arms.

“Well, that settles it,” he got up and reached for his leather jacket.

“settles what?” you asked confused.

“I am taking you out on a date tomorrow night,” he said putting on his jacket.

Again, you were gaping like a fish as Jimin left.

Okay, so lowkey Jimin was panicking because in this short period he grew to like you ... a lot.

so, he wanted to impress you.

for the first time in his entire life, he went for the queen to ask her what to do.

“Good afternoon ma,” Jimin said approaching the queen’s desk.

“Good afternoon Chimmy,” she said looking over her glasses as she put down the pen she was using, and looking up at Jimin.

The boys got used to the Queen calling them by there nicknames, so they don’t bother with the face scrunch anymore.

“Ma! what do I do if I want to impress a girl?” he asked with hands behind his back out of respect (cute little chimmy, respecting his mama.😊)

The Queen was taken aback, seeing that Jimin doesn’t usually ask for her advice on dating.

“Strange! you never come to me for advice on dating... seems like this one is special!” she said taking off her reading glasses and smirking a little.

“Maaa,” this was probably one the very few times in which, you,  my dear reader can see Jimin blushing.

And he was blushing because it was now obvious to the Queen that you already have a special place in her son’s heart. 

“Okay fine, I won’t tease. Just stop whining,” she said chuckling at her son. Although they are grown men, they still seemed to preserve this childlike behaviour within that just made her heart melt.

Getting all the advise and help he needed from his mother, Jimin started preparing for your date right away.

So, the last thing you expected was to find yourself on the rooftop of one of the tallest buildings in the city, with decorations and fairy lights that could turn any gloomy place into heaven.

“Wow!”

“I am glad you like it,” he said pulling out a chair for you.

“It’s lovely,” you said still looking around.

Jimin chuckling at your cuteness for the gazillion time. 

Just know for sure that you didn’t stop blushing that night.

Jimin was being his usual charming self around you.

Except you noticed a few things that were not in his nature to do ...

Like how he hesitated to hold your hand even though he did it before.

Or, how he would gaze longer than usual at you.

He was trying so hard not to fall out of his chair every time you cracked a joke because he kept in mind how his brothers warned him about this habit of his. 😂

Him shifting or squirming in his place every few minutes when you were both inspecting the starry night.

You eventually caught on his plan...

The little mince was hesitant over whether he should pull you in his arms or not.

he did, well after coming up with the excuse of “wanting to keep you warm,” 😏

he was not confident like the usual.

“Why are you acting so weird, today?” you said turning slightly to face him.

“I am not acting weird!”

“Yes, you are!” 

“Well, because you’re making me nervous,” he admitted.

“What? Me?” 

“Yes, ... I mean you’re so quiet; I don’t know what’s going inside that cute, little head of yours,” he said as you felt him tug you closer to his chest while you looked up at him.

“Well, what do you want to know?” you asked shrugging.

It took him a few seconds of humming to ask you whether you like the date so far or not.

“I love it,” you said resting the back of your head on his shoulder.

“Glad you do, cause I had some help from ma,” 

You suddenly tensed, the queen helped Jimin with this...

sooo.... she knows about YOU.

“You mean the queen, herself, helped you with all of this?” you said turning to fully face him.

“Well, she gave me some ideas,” he said shrugging as if it wasn’t a big deal.

Something about dating a prince made you slightly tense.

You could not, still, get over the fact that for the last couple of months, you have been befriending a Prince. Not only that but now you’re dating him.

So, to know that the Queen, who by the way is a good ruler and is considered to be one of the busiest women on earth, took the time to sit with her son and help him plan this out is actually mind-blowing to you.

Jimin sighed knowing very well what you were thinking at that moment.

but he didn’t blame you. 

People always assumed that Kings and Queens don’t usually have a close relationship with their children. It was always and still is assumed that they marry to have children that enable their bloodline to continue ruling, so the idea of having this close parent-child relationship in monarchies seemed to be out of the question.

But he was sure that you would get used to it. I mean he always thought that there must be someone out there who would love him despite the chaos that comes with his life, and he had a feeling that you are this person.

“Sooo, did you run a background check on me before we became friends, or...?” you said trying to change the topic.

Jimin laughing because you’re so amusing and cute.

The rest of the night went on perfectly.

I don’t need to tell you that when the boys nagged Jimin after the date.

And of course, Tae was the first to provoke his twin to get his revenge since Jimin actually called him out on his girlfriend in front of the whole family during breakfast, before.

“Does mum and dad know about this?” Tae wiggled his eyebrows at Jimin.

“Yeah don’t worry Taetae, mum knows and I am sure she told dad,” Jimin said smirking at Tae.

“When are you going to introduce us?” Hoseok asked 

“You sound like mun when she gets excited when we see someone,” Yoongi said eyeing Hoseok weirdly.

“I am sorry fellas, but as you all know,” he got up and put his hand over Jimin’s shoulder as he continued, “ ... I and Jimin are the only ones among you who’ve been in the game for too long, and you know very well that it’s not that easy for us to settle just for anyone,” he said gesturing between himself and Jimin with his hand.

All the boys scoffing at Hoseok. 

“So I am curious to know about ..... the poor girl who is going to have to keep up with you.” Hoseok was laughing so hard because Jimin was hitting him for saying that.

later on, he did introduce you to them.

you came to see how down to earth they are.

they treated you like a sister

The Queen and the King approving of you right away.

“You know, it’s very rare when ma and pa approve of any of Jimin’s girlfriends,” Hoseok would say to you.

“Why is that?” 

“Well, aside from focusing on the girl herself, they tend to inspect our behaviour and judging from it, it seems like our little chimmy is serious about you,” Hoseok said winking at you.

This made you feel special. 

The boys always nagged Jimin around you because he’s such a softie for you.

Like he would have this big ass smile on his face when he looks at you as you speak or do something.

Proudest boyfriend EVER.

He’s also very touchy.

will always hold your hand or have you in his arms when you’re around.

He becomes so sad when the paps try to invade your privacy.

He really knows how they can be a pain in the ass and they would probably be one of the few things that can turn the confident, cocky Prince Jimin into a sad, small baby mochi...

because he wants to protect you and is terrified that you’d leave him because you can’t handle this type of life.

It would break your heart how he from time to time would bring up the question of whether you’d leave him or not because he can’t bring himself to think of a future without you.

So he’d try to protect you from the media as much as he can. 

along with his brothers who face the same problem.

so moving to the important stuff:

If you’re virgin and you intend to keep it that way till marriage, he would be very understanding.

because he was brought up to be a gentleman, not because he’s a prince but because it’s the right thing.

so he wouldn’t push you to do anything you don’t like.

But if you’re not ... then that’s a whole other story.

He would be a total beast ... don’t let his innocent looks deceive you.

loves to ruin you ... okay? 

Loves to spoil you.

like when he’s free, he would drive you to work and bring some breakfast.

he would try to make you feel like a normal couple.

Mostly he’s the big spoon.

would take your opinion on lots of things.

loves to listen to you rumble on and on about things you’re passionate about.

Him reaching the conclusion that he loves you more than he has ever loved anyone.

Prince Taehyung:

Taehyung is the most romantic among his brothers right after Jungkook. 

He thought it might take some time to find “the one” for him. 

He definitely did not see it coming when he found himself attracted to you.

Let me tell you, my dear reader, how you both met.

You worked in different art museums because you were so interested in art history and how artists expressed their emotions through various types of Art. 

How many artists had come up with their own schools and philosophies.

It all amazed you.

And because of that, you were the top in your game. 

You’d guide the most important people through the museums explaining to them everything about the work of art they witnessed.

The hidden messages, codes they call it. Everything. You pointed it out with such poise and passion.

Which leads us to how you met the charming Prince...

being the best in this field you worked with the elite of the society a lot.

And somehow one night you ended up giving one of these people and their best friend, Prince Taehyung, a guide through the museum. 

Ofc the princes befriended many of the boys and girls close to their age from some families who had titles.

(Don’t worry they made sure to stay away from the snobbish ones.)

And Prince Taehyung was no different. 

Lately, he has been working hard. 

To the point that  Prince Jimin was begging him to take some time off. 

He called Tae’s friends to try and drag him out of the palace and do something fun. 

Which leads exactly to that moment of you giving them a private tour to one of Taehyung’s favourite museums. 

He has never seen a girl dress this elegantly (aside from his mother ofc.) 

He didn’t know how but somehow he was really attracted to the way you dressed. Even though it was simple attire, yet very chic.

Not only that but also the fact that you were so confident with how you were explaining everything, very passionate.

He could see the fire of excitement in your eyes as you explained some of your favourite pieces. 

You even told him about things he never knew, even though he came to that museum quite a lot. 

You surprised him.

It got to the point that he was so engaged with you in every statement you made that his friends got bored and decided to excuse themselves and leave as Taehyung refused to leave and have dinner with them.

So they decided to leave the Prince with you alone to roam the empty halls of the museum to show him some more paintings and statues. 

Taehyung realised that he made you stay quite a long time which was really late for a museum to be open at this hour.

so as a thank you, he insisted on treating you to dinner. 

“Your highness, you really don’t have too...” you said as you were putting on your warm long coat.

“No I insist plus I thought I had told you to just call me Taehyung!” he said quirking an eyebrow at you as he wore his long coat, too. 

“It’s not like you meet a Prince every day and befriend them!” you said adjusting the coat and the strap of your bag.

He gave you his famous boxy smile that you swear can make your heart melt, even more, when seeing it in person. 

He got you a table at a decent restaurant away from any prying eyes. 

And that night you both got to know each other more. 

Taehyung knew that he was attracted to you the first time he saw you, but, unlike, Jungkook who asked his girlfriend out on a date just a day after he met her, he preferred to take his time with you.

Ofc after staying out late that night with you, he was met by a smirking Jimin on his return to the palace.

“What?” Taehyung asked query of Jimin’s attitude.

“Nothing!” Jimin shrugged with a smirk still drawn upon his face. 

Taehyung just looked at his twin brother in confusion as Jimin left him, with the same smirk growing more and more with each step he took.

The next morning during breakfast, hell broke loose... 

“Sooo, wanna tell us about the girl from last night?” Jimin said nudging Taehyung as the poor thing choked on his tea.

He was going to ask Jimin how he knew about you, but the queen was fast to interfere in the conversation. 

“What girl?” She asked putting her utensils down.

The king quirking an eyebrow from behind the newspaper he was reading.

“TaeTae went out on a date with a girl yesterday!” Jimin said proudly with a smug look as he delivered the news down the table amongst his parents and siblings. 

“Please tell me it’s not that Rachel girl of the Lee family. She’s unbearable!” Yoongi said wincing at the thought of that snobbish girl flinging herself from one prince to the other, in desperate need to marry one of them. 

Taehyung mirrored Yoongi’s wince as he remembered what she did the last time they saw her.

Said girl thought it appropriate to come to the royal family’s charity event in a dress that barely left anything for the imagination. 

She spent most of the night throwing herself at each prince. 

Until Yoongi had finally told her off making the boys sigh in relief as she ran off in “embarrassment”. 

“Good God! No! not her.” Taehyung said shaking his head as if to fling the horrible idea out of his head.  

“Thank God,” Namjoon said adjusting his glasses and focusing on his breakfast, again. 

“Then who is the girl you went out with?” Hoseok smirked as he swerved the conversation back to its main lane. 

Taehyung glared at his older brother.

“It’s not someone that you know.” He said looking down at his plate.

The Queen could notice her son’s behaviour. 

HE LIKES YOU.

but he didn’t want to show it yet.

She knew from the way he was playing with his food and his refusal to look anyone in the eye. 

The Queen looked over to her husband as he noticed, too. 

“However it turns out ... I hope that you will introduce her to us soon.”  She said picking up her glass of orange juice. 

“Ma, it’s way too early for this,” Taehyung said groaning. He knew they were not going to let him be. 

All of them laughed at his childlike behaviour as they continued their breakfast. 

A few days had passed since then, but Taehyung managed to keep in touch with you. 

You, on the other hand, tried not to think anything of it. Your insecurities scolding your hopeful and imaginative side for even thinking about the possibility that the Prince might be interested in you. 

You thought “Who am I to catch the attention of the Prince?” 

You were not naive, you kept up with the royal families of the world, not only because you were interested but because you major in art history required a certain amount of knowledge about the royal families. 

And you knew that Princes usually marry girls with high status, if not, then to girls who were heiresses to wealthy families. 

And you, you came from a middle-class family. You were not poor, but you were not rich either... You were comfortable enough. 

While your insecurities were feeding off your doubts, Prince Taehyung was trying to come up with the perfect date. 

Until Yoongi suggested the best ideal date ever.

Your heart stopped, it almost did when you found the prince’s guards waiting by your office at the museum.

“Hi,” Taehung said bowing a little. 

“Hi,” you said dragging the word out as you were sceptical of why he was here. Wasn’t he supposed to be carrying out royal engagements? 

“Are you listening to me?” Taehyung said snapping his fingers.

“Hmmm... What?” you said shaking your head slightly.

“I asked whether you’re free for the next couple of days or not?” he asked repeating himself with a small smile on his face. 

He may not be showing it, but deep down, his heart was beating fast and his hands were sweating as he clasped them together. 

“Other than work then I’ve got nothing to do,” you said shrugging and moving behind your desk to sit.

“What would you like to drink?” you asked taking a seat.

“Oh, no don’t bother I am not staying for too long,” he said shaking his head and taking a seat as well. 

“Can’t you take a couple of days off from work?” he asked as he scratched the back of his neck, getting more and more nervous by the second. 

“What for?” 

Before he could answer, both of you were interrupted.

“ Y/N you got 15 minutes until the German tourists arrive, what’s taking you so lon-... Oh!” A friend of yours slash your colleague entered suddenly without knocking. 

“I didn’t know you had company!” Your friend said still standing in his place and looking Taehyung up and down.

You glared at him, “Jay, this is Prince Taehyung!” you said through gritted teeth. 

The poor guy was not a native of the country so he didn’t really know about its rulers.

 “Oh! I am ... I am so sorry.” he said bowing slightly. 

He stood there not know really what to do in the presence of a Prince.

“Jay I’ll be out there in a few moments,” you said dismissing him.

Nodding he got out as he closed the door after him as Taehyung quirked an eyebrow.

“So, you were saying?” you asked getting back to your topic.

Taehyung adjusted his posture. He didn’t know what came over him but he did not like that Jay dude. 

He felt like there was something between the two of you, but he ignored it. 

“Can you take a couple of days off?” 

“You didn’t tell me why?” you asked sorting out a few papers before you head out to the group of tourists. 

“I-I-I want to take you out on a date.” He said, quickly avoiding your eyes. 

“What?” you halted your movement.

“A date? ... you know the one where I take out so that...” He was in the process of explaining what a date is, very slowly as if explaining it to a little kid until you stopped him.

“I know what a date is?” you said giving him a funny look.

“So...?” he was waiting for an answer as his legs kept on bouncing out of nervousness. 

“I-I don’t know ... Why?” you said astonished at the fact that he wants to take you out on a date.

“W-w-why!!! What do you mean why?” He asked starting to stutter in fear of rejection. 

“A-a-are you dating that Jay guy? Is that why you’re hesitant to go out with me?” He asked now ready to run out of your office and disappear for the rest of his life because of the embarrassment he was feeling. 

“What? No, I am not. I-I ... I am just surprised that you want to take me out on a date?” You said lowering your head to avoid his gaze.

Taehyung sighed in relief to know that there was nothing between you and Jay.

“What’s wrong with me taking you out?” He asked tilting you chin up so he could look into your eyes.

“I mean .. I am not rich and I am not the daughter of a duke or a viscount. I have no title and I know it’s preferable for a Prince to date someone of status.” You said looking down again.

“What?” Taehyung scoffed at the idea.

“Well, that was in the past monarchies, but now it’s different... I mean yes some royals still stick to this rule but we don’t.” He said explaining to you in hopes of tuning down your fears. 

You gave him a small smile. 

“So, will you go out with me?” he asked caressing your cheek. 

You nodded shyly. 

He kissed your cheek and headed for the door. 

“Make sure to take off four days.” He said as he got out.

“Four days for one date?” You asked in confusion as you scrunched your nose.

“I’ll text you the details, just do as I say.” He said chuckling at your cute expression and giving you a peck on your nose button. 

You blushed, hoping that no one saw that. 

You did take a few days off as Taehyung said but things were getting very suspicious when he asked to pack a small bag for travelling.

You certainly did not expect to find yourself in an airport waiting to board a plane to fuckin’ Paris.

And as we mentioned in the previous part, precious TaeTae supports environmental causes so he refused to fly both of you out in a private jet. 

Instead, he flew you both in first class with the rest of the people.

Moving past that, here’s how the date went:

Tae, of course, respected your privacy and your personal space so he booked a room for you, knowing that you won’t agree to stay with him in one room, and you guys are not close enough to take such a step. 

“There is no time to waste,” he told you.

So, you unpacked and made sure to wear comfortable clothes for the day. 

He was waiting for you in front of his room as both of your rooms were facing each other. 

“You ready?” He asked flashing you his boxy smile. 

Taking your hand in his, he led you to the elevator and down to the lobby.

Well here’s a surprise.

You went to your destination on bicycles.

If you don’t know how to ride one, Taehyung would let you sit in front of him as he drove the bike with both of his arms engulfing you and your back pressed to his chest.

Cute! right? 

“You’re kidding me, right?” you gasped as you saw the Louvre in front of you. 

“What do you think?” he asked standing next to you inspecting your reaction. 

“Oh my God, it’s PERFECT.” you screamed as you jumped on him hugging him tightly. 

“I am glad you love it,” he said hugging you back.

“Oh God, I always wanted to come here since I graduated.”

“Do you know how many masterpieces are in there?” 

You kept on rambling on and on and telling him what you’re most excited to see.

He was so happy that he didn’t focus on anything but you as the two of you walked together hand in hand. 

“This is a painting by Jacques-Louis David. It shows you the coronation of Napoleon at the Notre Dame, here in Paris. It was completed in 1805 and belongs to the period of Neoclassicism.” You said standing in front of one of the paintings. 

Taehyung looked over the description of the painting to find the exact same info that you’ve just told him. 

He smiled at you and...

not being able to control himself he kissed you.

THAT WAS YOUR FIRST KISS WITH HIM

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MUSEUM (and not any museum)

His lips were so soft.

And the kiss itself was so gentle and warm.

and it was so slow as if the savour every moment of it.

he cupped your face into his large hands.

There was something about the way he kissed you that made your heart thunder in your chest.

unbeknownst to you, a guy was approaching the both of you as you two were busy looking into each other’s eyes.

The guy was taking photos of people around the city and he took two photos of you both and gave them to you. 

“Thank you!” you said smiling as he nodded and left with his polaroid camera.

The photos were one of you kissing and the other after you both kissed and were lost in each other’s eyes. 

you smiled as you both looked at the photos that captured a magnificent moment; it was as if there was no one but you two in this world. 

The focus was on both of you as the other people surrounding you appeared blurry. it gave the feeling of time pausing just for the two of you.

They were beautiful. 

You almost spent the whole day there as there was too much to see. 

“I can’t tell you how lovely today was.” You said munching on your food as the both of you spent the remainings  of your night at a Parisian cafe with beautiful French music playing in the background.

“You just wait until tomorrow.” He said excitedly adjusting his glasses and biting into his food as well.

“What? No way. Taehyung this is too much.” you said as the cost of all the things that he did for you today, starting from the first-class ticket to the fancy food you were eating right now, started to haunt you at the back of your mind. 

“Don’t you think that this is too much for a first date?” you asked saddened at the idea that people will definitely think that you’re a gold digger, and that’s not what you are.

He shrugged, “I just want to impress you.” 

“You’re doing an amazing job at it, but I don’t like you spending this much money on me,” you said voicing your concerns. 

You didn’t want the words GOLD DIGGER to be plastered all over the news with your photo accompanying it, giving the people a face to hate on and bully. 

You shivered at the idea of you receiving hate.

Taehyung could basically tell what’s going through your mind. 

“Don’t worry about the others,” he said reaching out for your hand.

He couldn’t really stop your fears because the paparazzi were ruthless, and they would do anything to sell their articles or gain more audience. 

His secretary and his brother’s secretaries have always warned them against the paps. They feed off your mistakes.

One mistake, just one. And they attack you like a hungry shark that smelled blood for the first time in a while. 

All he or his brothers could do for their loved ones is to try and protect their privacy. 

He gave a reassuring smile as he squeezed your hand gently.

“Let’s just focus on our date yeah.” 

You nodded pushing the thought to the back of your mind.

The next day He took you to the “Musée National Picasso-Paris”. 

You were in awe. Literally.

Everything that you saw was either studied through various slides of power points or huge books AND RIGHT NOW YOU’RE SEEING THEM IN REAL LIFE. 

You were going to faint ... you were sure of it. 

Fuckin’ PICASSO. 

“I feel like I can’t breathe,” you said holding on to his arm.

He looked down at you with a smile that almost made his eyes unable to see you clearly from how wide he was smiling.

“ I feel like I am dreaming” you squeaked and did mini jumps. 

“Yeah I could see that,” he said pulling you to him and hugging you from behind as you both stood in front of one of the paintings. 

“Come on tell me about this one,” he said pointing at the painting in front of you. 

You kept on explaining as you usually do, lost in your own world while Tae was completely lost in ... you. 

He was still hugging you from behind with his head resting on your shoulder as he kept on looking at you as you went on describing the details of the painting.

That day you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other (not in that sense you perverts)

I mean, you kept holding hands, he would put his hands on your lower back guiding you through the place, pecking your cheeks every once in a while, you disappearing in the warmth of his arms with your arms circling him etc. 

It was safe to say that you’ve never had a date like that and probably will never have ... because at this point you were sure that there was no man like Taehyung.  

Of course, the rest of the day was spent visiting other museums, having delicious snacks here and there. 

He would literally pull you to dance with him the middle of the street when you both heard a nice melody playing somewhere. 

your arms around his neck as his hands held your waist delicately as you both swayed to the music.

“Thank you so much,” you said looking up at him and into his mesmerising and beautiful eyes as you threaded your fingers through his soft hair.

“What for?” he said resting his forehead on yours. 

“For all of this of course.” 

“Anything for you darling,” he said pecking your nose button.

You smiled and blushed heavily at his cute accent. 

The third day was spent differently than the last two days.

He’d insisted that you rest that morning at the hotel because of the heavy sightseeing you both did was just too much for your body.

So you did, you almost slept in most of the day until there was a knock at your door.

“Good afternoon Miss. His royal highness has ordered this for you, and he has requested that you’d be ready by seven o’clock.” A waiter said as he rolled a small table into your room left immediately afterwards. 

You didn’t really understand what was going on seeing as you just woke up.

So you decided to freshen up first.

Walking up to the small table you found that Taehyung has ordered you a small snack, a vase of flowers accompanied by a handwritten note.

“Be ready by Seven o’clock, love. enjoy your food and wear something fancy for tonight.” 

It was still half-past two when you woke up so you decided to eat while you watched the T.V.

Slept some more cause why not.

After that, you decided to get ready, picked out a fancy dress with your favourite heels.

You were clipping your earrings when you heard a knock on your door at seven o ‘clock on the dot. 

“Oh!” you gasped as you were met by a beautiful bouquet of roses with Taehyung hiding behind it. 

“Good evening, jagiya.... ready to go?” he asked handing you the flowers.

 “Yeah,” you said as you took the flowers, and closed the door behind you.

I know this sounds corny, but let’s not forget that you’re dating a prince who can make anything possible... like:

Having dinner in the gardens of the Chateau de Versaille. 

“Oh my God, Tae!” you gasped hiding your blushing face behind the bouquet of flowers he gave to you.

“I thought we could have our dinner on top of the Eiffel tower, but everyone has been doing so lately, and I wanted our date to be unique,” he said opening the chair for you to sit.

You turned around and gave him a look that said: are you kidding me, you talk about it as if renting the fuckin’ Eiffel tower is something that can be easily done.

“I am not kidding, my cousin proposed to his fiancee there, last year,” he said shrugging and taking a seat from across you, mumbling how his cousin’s wedding should take place the next month or so.

“I don’t know what to say!” you said chuckling, still astonished at how such things were so normal for him.

The night went on smoothly.

you then took a walk among the warmly lit streets of Paris, hand in hand.

“ I hope you liked our outings these past few days,” he said looking down at you while his thumb drew small circles on your hand.

“Are you kidding me!” 

“You fly me out to fuckin’ PARIS, take me to places that I am sure I wouldn’t have been able to go to on my own, at least not after I slave myself into work to save up for a trip like this, do all of this for me and then ask me whether I like it or not?” 

“Tae if you proposed right now, I’d say yes even though we haven’t been together for long,” you said expressing how happy he made you feel.

“you would?” he asked seriously, squinting his eyes at you. 

“You’re not going to propose, are you?” you said eyeing him suspiciously.

if you learnt anything from this trip, it’s that Taehyung is unpredictable. 

you never know what’s going on inside his head.

Taking a step towards you, which suddenly made you weak in the knees because of his close proximity and the way he was looking at you.

“No, I am not ... not yet anyway,” he said closing the proximity as he kissed you passionately.

What? was he thinking of a future for the both of you already?

but then what was the point of dating someone if you’re not going to end up spending the rest of your lives together. 

“Don’t worry we still got time to ... think about this stuff.” Taehyung said as he broke off the kiss which left you in a daze.

He chuckled at your reaction.

He started walking, pulling you gently along with him.

Unfortunately, this daze you were both in was crushed upon your arrival back to your country.

Paparazzi got wind of your romantic getaway. 

and the moment you stepped foot out of the airport, both of you were swarmed by a sea of flashing lights.

Everyone dying to see the face of the girl who stole Prince Taehyung’s heart.

Your fears became a reality as you saw the tabloids the following day as some of them stated the estimated amount of money that Prince Taehyung has spent during that trip, but on the bright side...

Other articles were very supportive and excited about you as they somehow managed to get hold of your info. 

They talked about how you were a successful woman and that you already dealt with the upper class of the society before.

Some even went far as to expect you to be the perfect royal bride for the Prince, and how you would be a lovely addition to the royal family.

You tried to focus on the positive ones.

Taehyung was very supportive ... and overprotective. 

Dating him was one of the best things in your life. 

You didn’t really imagine that he would be the type to be touching you all the time. 

But that’s just how it is. 

He would ALWAYS hold your hand.

Give you small pecks, which your supporters found it to be cute.

When he introduced you to his parents, you were collected and calm but knowing you, he was sure that you were panicking on the inside. 

reassuring you through his glances.

And that’s the thing about him, he could just glance at you and know what’s going on inside your head. 

The Queen and the King amazed by your love for art.

The Queen even asked for your help.

“I don’t know if Taehyung had told you or not, but my nephew’s wedding will take place next month.” She said putting her cup of tea down

“Yes, he told me a few weeks ago,” you said, remembering when you had your last dinner together in Paris.

“Wonderful! well, I and my sister are having difficulty trying to choose the best church for him because his bride wants to choose one that holds a deep meaning to it, so I was wondering if you could possibly meet up with her, during your free time, of course, to get to know each other and to help her choose the church. I am sure with your experience in art your choice will be wise.” She said with a glint in her eyes.

“Me?” you asked smiling widely not believing what you just heard. 

You and the Queen were sitting alone when she asked you this favour.

“Yes, my dear I know how excellent you are at your job, Taehyung has told me so numerous times, and I am sure you’d be of great help.” She said sipping her tea calmly. 

Of course, you agreed instantly. 

Taehyung was surprised when you told him the news.

“Really, my mother did that?” He made sure to thank his mum for opening up to you and making you feel comfortable.

You nodding excitingly as he placed small pecks all over your face praising you.

He was over the moon when you were getting along with his relatives.

Taehyung was an understanding person. 

Like if you don’t want to take your relationship to the next level, physically speaking, then he won’t pressure you at all. 

he’d be so understanding and he was happy with whatever you gave him, really. 

Not once did he pressure you, unlike past lover who tried to do so. 

But ... if you’re willing to move on to the next level.

then you should know that Tae is a very passionate and gentle lover.

definitely would be the kind to hold hands while making sweet love to you. 

He won’t do anything wild unless you’re both on the same page. 

Or when he’s jealous.

Remember that Jay guy from your work.

Taehyung doesn’t really like him especially when he visits you at work to see him eyeing in a way that infuriates him. 

Then I am sorry to tell you that you’d take the rest of the week off from your work because you’d be unable to walk properly.

Taehyung was not possessive, okay? He just doesn’t like the fact that at any moment you can walk out on him. 

It was something that all of the boys suffered from, especially when Hoseok himself has experienced such a thing when his girlfriend left him so that she could live a normal life. 

Speaking of his brothers, they enjoyed your company.

loved telling you all about Taehyung’s embarrassing moments. 

kept teasing him about that small polaroid photo of you both in Paris that he keeps in his wallet.

Him screaming and pouting childishly for them to stop with their abuse. 

“Baby, don’t listen to what they’re saying,” he said pouting at you.

And who were you to make fun of him when he was pouting at you like THAT. 

You were a sucker for him. 

And he was whipped for you. 

Him hiding in the crook of your neck to hide his blushing face. 

You giving the boys a Look to stop teasing him.

“Whatever you two love birds!” Jimin commenting, making Taehyung fire back at him. 

“You’re jealous because you don’t have a loving girlfriend like mine.” He said tightening his hold on you.

Both of them tackling each other to the floor. 

Jungkook clapping excitedly next to you as he watched his older brothers banter.

Yoongi asking you why you agreed to date a moron in the first place.

All in all the boys definitely treated you as a sister.

They could see how you made their precious TaeTae happy.

Let’s talk about Tannie, shall we? 

Tae would gift you Tannie on your first anniversary after you had expressed your desire to have a pet. 

YOU LOVED TANNIE (I mean how could you not)

Both of you being Tannie’s parents.

Tannie being protective over you even though he’s so smol and won’t probably be able to save you in case something happened, still he barks like a pitbull at anything that he thinks might be a danger to you.

Taehyung telling Tannie to bark at any man who tries to approach or flirt with you.

You laughing because he’s being a dork.

Tannie sleeping with you both in bed like a baby. 

Prince Jungkook:

Jungkook never thought that he would meet the love of his life while on a royal engagement. 

He met you when he was scheduled to promote the games he was launching in an event at your university. 

Looking back on that day, all he could focus on that day was you. 

You were so bold.

Like how you barged into the lecture hall, apologising to your professor for being late.

Which was a first for you.

As you barged in, you didn’t take notice of the young Prince standing next to your Professor who was shooting you daggers for not acknowledging the Prince.

Before running to your seat...

“Y/N!!!” your professor called and you could feel the irritation in his voice. 

Turning back v e r y slowly with a wince on your face... “Yes, Sir?” 

You didn’t want to be kicked out of class.

Jungkook chuckling quietly at the scene unfolding before his amused eyes. 

“This is Prince Jungkook, he is here to promote the games, remember?” 

Your professor said through gritted teeth as he tried to indirectly point your attention towards the Prince whom you should have bowed to and acknowledged properly. 

BUT your sweet innocent self didn’t catch on.

Moving your eyes from right to left as you tried to rack through your mind for the exact date of the Prince’s visit to your university.

Scrunching your face you went on and said...“Wasn’t that supposed to take place tomorrow?”

By now you were sure that your professor was facepalming himself mentally. 

Jungkook was trying to stifle his laugh because the whole thing was too funny for him.

Blinking a few times, You then realised that you HAVE to acknowledge the Prince. 

“Oh!....It’s our pleasure that you took the time to visit our university ... Sir?!” 

You were sure that your professor’s eyes couldn’t grow any wider as you felt that they may fall out of there sockets any moment now. 

You were supposed to address Jungkook with your highness, not sir. 

You tucked slightly on your (y/fav./c) headphones, which Jungkook assumed to be your favourite colour, as your head tilted to the side not really understanding what you did wrong. 

He thought you were really cute.

He chuckled loudly this time. “It’s not a problem professor, you can proceed to take a seat ...Miss?” 

Thankfully you caught on his questioning gaze understanding that he was asking for your last name.

You gave him a small smile as you bowed your head slightly ...”Y/L/N”.

Nodding back at you, satisfied that he got your name.

Definitely had his secretary run a background check on you, just to know the basic stuff nothing too personal. 

Going back to your seat, all he could focus on was ...

the way you were dressed so casually, somehow your style seemed to fit you perfectly and it caught his attention.

How the pen you were using was moving smoothly between your fingers when you were not taking down any notes.

How one of your knees was bouncing out of habit as you didn’t seem to be doing it out of nervousness. 

And finally, the fact that you were actually listening to what he was saying, unlike other girls who were shamelessly checking him out. 

One girl was bold enough so as to wink at him, but he paid her no mind as he shifted his attention back to you. 

And that was how you both first met. 

Returning to the palace that night he made up his mind that he wanted to ask you out. 

But being the nervous bunny he is, he didn’t know what to do, so he turned to the boys for help.

Jin told him to be natural and not to freak out, especially that it’s Jungkook’s first relationship.

And since most of the boys are experienced than him, they told him that it might be overwhelming for you, in the beginning, to be dating a Prince. 

Jungkook then suggested that he asks you out through a text and this was the boys’ reaction: 

 Yoongi sighing in disappointment. 🤦🏻‍♂️

Hoseok chuckling at his lack of experience on how to ask a girl out. 

Namjoon wincing at the thought. 

Jin immediately slapping him (Not harshly ofc, just messing with him.)

“Have you forgotten your manner? Is that how a gentleman asks a lady out?” 

You know how Jin yells at them? that’s exactly how he looked like.😂

Jungkook shaking his head no.

Jimin laughing at Jin’s reaction and falling out of his chair (falling of chairs is kinda his thing, you know?)

Taehyung snorting at his baby brother. 

“ You should buy her some flowers, most of the girls I went out with love it when I bought them flowers,” Hoseok said advising his little brother. 

“Yeah, especially if they hold a certain meaning,” Namjoon added agreeing with Hoseok as the rest of the boys nodded in agreement, too. 

“Don’t wear any of the fancy clothes that we wear during an engagement when you go to ask her out because it will cause unwanted attention, and it might make her uncomfortable,” Yoongi said as Hoseok nodded with wide eyes amazed that his twin pays attention to these details.

“Make sure to keep the bodyguards at a distance from the both of you. you don’t want to freak her out with the number of guards that follow you around!” Taehyung said.

“Yeah, the poor thing might think she’s under arrest,” Jimin said laughing as he imagined the situation.

Jungkook nodded furiously as he processed everything in his mind, and how he was going to plan your date. 

That day when he decided to pay you a visit to the university, he made sure to wear something casual that matched your style. 

He even got you one single flower which was a yellow Hibiscus that signifies delicate beauty. 

something which he sensed the moment he saw you.😍

Here’s an interesting fact...

The day he decided to pay you a visit to the university another guy was trying to ask you out. 

Here’s the funny part ... Jungkook was standing right behind you when that was happening.

But don’t worry before you could refuse the poor guy, he ran away in fear of a scowling bunny standing behind you. 

And because you didn’t feel him creeping up behind you, you jumped in surprise with a hand over your chest when you turned around. 

The first thing you noticed was his casual attire which was really good on him. 

He was silent for a few moments.

“May I help you with something ... your highness!” 

You made sure to address him correctly this time.

“Please, just call me Jungkook.” 

You nodded waiting for him to say what he wanted. 

Jumping again slightly as he almost shoved the flower in your face. 

He was so nervous, so excuse his clumsiness.

“It’s for you!” he said handing you the flower. 

“Oh! thank you, that’s so sweet... But what for?” 

“Would you do me the honour of going out on a date with me, tonight?” he asked scratching the back of his head. 

Why is he so formal? you thought. 

You couldn’t help yourself as you wanted to tease him a little and see his reaction. 

“Bold of you to assume that I am free tonight,” 

His eyes widened.

“I-I-I mean i-if you’re busy tonight, w-we can arrange ...” 

Poor thing was a stuttering mess. 

“No, it’s okay I am free tonight,” you said cutting him off.

He let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding. 

You giggled at his reaction as you did not expect The Prince Jungkook in all his glory to be this nervous to ask you out. 

“Great, I’ll pick you up at 5:45,″ 

“And wear something comfy,” He said using his fingers to count the things he was telling you as if he’s been memorising this and didn’t want to forget anything. 

“Alright!” you said giving him a small nod.

“I’ll see you later,” he said slowly backing away from you and giving you a small wave before wiping his hands on his jeans. Obviously to hide the fact that his hands were sweaty because he was super nervous. 

Somehow he made you smile even though he didn’t do anything. 

But it was the little things that made you smile.

Like the cute little flower that was resting between your fingers.

Or the fact that he put effort into dressing as if he’s someone normal and not the son of one of the most popular royal families. 

Shrugging to yourself you headed to the rest of your lectures before returning to your home with a feeling that you’ll enjoy the date. 

..... 

Worried is not the word to what you were feeling right now.

Panic... yes, it’s definitely panic. 

You really wanted to impress Jungkook plus it’s your first date since a while and right now you seem as if you’ve forgotten how to act around a guy on a date. 

And more precisely ... How to dress for the occasion!

Picking up your phone, you looked for Jungkook’s number through your texts.

He had texted a few hours prior to make sure that you’re still on for tonight. 

You refrained from asking him how he got your number because that would be the stupidest question of the century seeing that he’s a fuckin’ Prince and can easily get a hold of any info he needed. 

“Can you elaborate more on the comfy clothes aspect???” 

He replied almost instantly. 

“Wear anything that makes you comfortable, just don’t wear heels or a fancy dress,” 

Well, that’s easy. All you need to do is calm down and focus on choosing an outfit that looks cute on you. Easy.

You finally settled on a nice outfit for the night, and just as you were getting ready to wait in your living room, you heard a knock at the door. 

5:45 on the d o t.

Opening the door you found Jungkook standing there with a small bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates. 

“Hi!”

“Hey!” 

Before you could invite him into your house, you heard someone clear their throat along with “Your highness!”... it was one of his guards.

“Oh, eh Y/N I am so sorry but can my men take a quick look around your place, just a security check!” He said as his eyes gave you an apologetic look. 

He’s annoyed at the fact that he can’t just have a normal date. 

“Oh, no it’s okay,” you said letting them get in and check your apartment.

Waiting by the door you made small talk with Jungkook. 

“You really didn’t have to bring flowers and chocolates, that’s too much!” you said as he handed you said items. 

“Oh, no it’s nothing really. I just want this date to be perfect,” he said scratching the back of his head. 

“Thank you!” you said giving him a shy smile.

“Everything is alright, your highness,” one of his guards said giving him a small nod. 

Jungkook thanked them as he entered your house.

He took a look around your place noting how cosy it is. 

“It’s not that fancy,” you said putting the flowers in a vase and adding some water to it. 

“I think it’s brilliant!” He said still looking around with an awed look in his eyes. 

and it is, Jungkook actually loved your place because everything in it screamed YOU. 

The perfect lighting.

The soft music that was playing somewhere which led him to the thought of you getting ready with some music on. 

And the colour-coordinated cushions on your warm looking sofa. 

Also, your place had this rich, soothing and warm aroma that engulfed him. 

He thought your place was P E R F E C T. 

You smiled at his comment. 

“I’ll just get my things.” you said pointing towards your room. 

“It’s okay. Take your time!” He said shrugging as he buried his hands in his pockets. 

Turning off the music that was playing in your room, you took your jacket and bag, turned off the lights and closed the door as you headed towards Jungkook who was waiting by the door.

“Everything set?” he asked as he opened the door for you. 

You hummed as you smiled at his gentlemanly attitude.

He led you towards his car truck. 

“A truck?” you gave him a questioning look.

“I don’t usually drive this beast around, I just borrowed it for tonight,” he said chuckling. 

“You’re not a serial killer, right?” you asked eyeing him suspiciously in a joking manner. 

“I can assure you, I am not,” he said laughing as he opened the door for you. 

“What about your bodyguards?” you asked he got in the driver’s seat. 

“They will be around, but keeping their distance,” he said starting the ignition. 

“Great! making sure that you kill me without anyone witnessing,” you said sarcastically. 

He laughed at your sense of humour. 

My dear reader, the date was P E R F E C T .

First, he took you to the beach to have a picnic while watching the sunset.

He even let you choose whether you wanted to have your picnic on the sand or on the back of his truck. 

You were even surprised when you found out he made the food himself

“You made all of this!” You were impressed.

It wasn’t much just various types of sandwiches, some fresh juice and a light dessert. 

But you appreciated the gesture. 

“Yup,” he said with a smug look on his face. (Proud Kookie 😍) 

He was proud that he managed to impress you. 

and this was just the beginning of the night. 

He would sneak a few glances at you.

Almost spilt his juice on his shirt when he was staring for too long. 

decided to use a straw so he wouldn’t spill anything. (and so he can stare as much as he liked.😂)

(You know how Jungkook looks at someone while sipping on his banana milk, that’s exactly how he would look at you.)

“Can I ask you something?” he asked as his curiosity was eating him alive.

“Yeah, sure go ahead,” you said biting into your dessert. 

“What were you going to say to that guy earlier? The one who was asking you out,” he asked trying to avoid your intense gaze that was trying to understand why he was asking such a question.

THEN, it hit you... he was jealous. 

deciding against teasing him, you answered him directly.

“I was going to say no,” you said as you watched his reaction closely.

“Really?” he suddenly perked up.

“I mean why?” he clear his throat pretending that he was disinterested and was just casually asking.

He got even happier when he knew that, that guy is a jerk who was running after your friend and when she refused him he decided to run after you. 

“So that’s why you were grumpy this morning?” you asked with a teasing tone. 

“Who? me? I wasn’t grumpy at all,” he said denying, but you both know that it annoyed him that someone else was asking you out. 

You both laughed it off as you enjoyed the soft waves of the sea and how it tugged the setting sun to sleep. 

After that, he took you to a drive-in movie. 

which you got super excited about because you’ve never done it and wanted to do it for so long. 

Poor Jungkook almost jumped in his seat when you screamed in joy as he backed the back of his truck to a big screen.

He was so happy that you’re happy. 

He thought you looked so precious when you started clapping in excitement. 

He even put down a sheet and some pillows so you can sit comfortably, and when you both sat down he put a small blanket over the two of you in case you got cold. 

Would definitely be the kind of guy to make the move, you know what I mean? 

Like he’d pretend to yawn.

stretch his arms. 

And finally, put one arm over your shoulder. 

You ofc realised and chuckled at his cuteness.

Kookie was on top of the world at this moment.

especially when you leaned into him and put your head on his shoulder. 

He prayed that you wouldn’t feel his quickened heartbeats.

He was sure his chest was going to explode. 

He felt your head moving so he looked down at you to see you looking up at him. 

he blushed at your close proximity.

blushed even more when you thanked him for this beautiful night. 

“It’s nothing, and I already told you I wanted it to be perfect,”

“It couldn’t get any better!” you said giving him a big smile.

“Well, that where you’re wrong,” he said as he gently pulled you close. 

“Wait there’s more?” you asked as you suddenly sat up.

he almost whined at the loss of your warms. 

“Yeah!” he said rubbing small circles on your back.

“Jungkook, this too much,” 

“No, it is not,” he said pulling you back to him. 

Afterwards, my dear reader, he got you some ice-cream, and you both ate it as you watched the starry sky, away from the blinding lights of the city.

“It’s perfect!” you said astonished at the amount of the stars that are visible in the dark night.

You are perfect.

Jungkook commented in his head as he stared at you the same way he did when he was drinking his juice. 

“Right?” you asked when you didn’t get an answer from him. 

He hummed while nodding at you. 

You smiled as you licked into your ice-cream and looked back at the sky. 

You really hated that the night was over. 

you wanted to spend more time with Jungkook. 

Ever the gentleman he is, he dropped you right in front of your house, opened the car’s door for you and walked you to your door.

“I had the loveliest night ever!” you said holding onto your jacket. 

“Me, too! I am glad that you enjoyed our date, means I can take you out again?” he asked scratching the back of his head for the millionth time tonight. 

“Yeah, you definitely can!” you said slightly rocking back and forth on your heels in excitement.

He chuckled at your cuteness. 

“I’ll see you later then!” He said giving you a kiss on the cheek and left.

You cursed him for being a gentleman who doesn’t kiss on the first date. 

He told his brothers how well his date went, and they were so happy for him. 

“Oh look our little kookie is all grown up,” Taehyung said squeezing his cheeks. 

Making the others laugh.

“Did you kiss her?” Hoseok asked with a sly look in his eyes. 

“A gentleman never tells,” Jungkook said blushing and avoiding his gaze.

“I tell you what? We raised him well,” Jin said laughing and patting Jungkook on the shoulder. 

The others laughed and nodded their heads in agreement. 

Jungkook spent the night texting you. 

you guys ended up having more dates. 

He gave you a mind-blowing kiss on your second date. 

kissing became your favourite hobby for the following days.

he loves spending time at your apartment. 

Your relationship wasn’t a secret for too long. 

obviously someone took pictures of the two of you on your fourth date. 

The Media went C R A Z Y. 

Paparazzi followed you everywhere. 

Jungkook was afraid that you’d break things off with him because of the pressure. 

especially when people started to criticise your every move on the social media and say that you’re not enough for there Prince. 

Which was very tormenting to you because let’s face it, Jungkook is not called the golden maknae for nothing. In your eyes he is the definition of perfect, so you kinda felt that you were not enough for him. 

Jungkook almost cried when you opened up about this particular insecurity because to him you are more than enough and, he couldn’t bear the idea of you feeling low or sad.

And with his encouraging warm hugs and words, you managed to go through all of this. 

His mother was a little disappointed that she found out that her youngest was dating through the media. 

but instantly understood Jungkook’s intentions when he voiced his insecurity of you leaving him and that he was not sure if you could take it. 

He promised to make it up to her by introducing the two of you. 

which made her extremely happy. 

You never thought in a million years that when Jungkook gets mad he looks like a bull that is ready to kill. 

it happened once when you were both out, and one of the paparazzi dared to take hold of your arm demanding that you “give him a smile,” 

Let me tell you Jungkook was ready to pounce on him. 

Thank God, you are so smart that you know that they’re doing so to get a reaction out of him.

so you stopped him before he could punch the guy.

“Kook, it’s not worth it. They just want to rile you up to get a reaction out of you for their headlines next day,” you whispered in his ears as you tried to calm him down.

“Don’t touch her, ever again. Do you understand!” He said glaring and point his finger at the guy. 

The Palace had to release a statement asking the Paparazzi to stop their assault and not to invade the personal space of any of the Princes’ girlfriends/fiancees. 

When you met the Queen and the King you were so nervous, but Jungkook assured you that they will love you. 

And they did. 

in fact, they saw you as the perfect match for Jungkook. 

The queen was so happy that Jungkook has found a girl who could balance his over energetic self. 

she was sure that he’d propose to you.  

And you loved them both as they treated you so nicely. 

Jungkook would sometimes stay at your place for days and vice versa. 

The first time you stayed at the palace you were overwhelmed. 

But he managed to take to your mind off of it. 😉

Speaking of which:

if you’re a virgin and want to wait till marriage

Jungkook would totally understand

He is the most understanding baby ever... like

when you guys are in the middle of a really heavy make out session.

you can definitely see/feel how HARD it is when he pulls away reassuring you that everything is fine.

he never complains about it. NEVER. 

But... if you’re not waiting till marriage, then...

Prepare yourself for the wildest sex of your life

here’s something that I’ve wanting to say for a long time: ... 

Jungkook is a sweet bunny in the streets, but a wild bunny under the sheets.

LOTS of hickeys ... okay? 

like he doesn’t care, deal with it.

Prefers to be passionate.

would be the kind to hold you close during love making. 

won’t care if there’s photos of the both of you being affectionate all over the media. 

but bear in mind that he’s a Prince and was raised well, so he wouldn’t do anything risky in public. (Unless he’s sure you wouldn’t get caught)👀

He is the best cuddler. 

likes to be both the big or the small spoon depending on the mood.

like if he had had a rough day he’d definitely be the small spoon.

he loves it when you run your fingers through his hair. 

One thing he ADORES is when you’re needy ... not needy as in horny but like yearning for his warm hugs, small kisses, his eyes looking at you like you hang up the stars every night. 

he remembers that one time when you where having a hard time at college and when you saw him ... you just ran into his arms throwing yourself for him to catch you, and you looked up at him with a pout and said “love me!”. 

HE FOUND IT SO FREAKIN’ CUTE THAT HE THOUGHT HE MIGHT DIE ... OKAY?  IT MADE HIS HEART MELT.

You on the other hand had noticed a look in his eyes in that moment like you’re a small puppy that he must protect at all costs. 

Since that moment, and you both knew that he’s a sucker for you especially when you need affection. 

When you guys are out together, and there’s a huge crowd around you, he makes sure that you’re safe. 

like he puts his hand on your lower back. 

or grasps your hand in his, tightly. 

would always look at you every few seconds to make sure you’re next to him. 

His brothers love you. 

they would be so excited to tell you about all his embarrassing moments as a child. 

The queen showing you Jungkook’s baby pictures that were not released to the public.

You cooing because HE IS A CUTIE. 

Attends your graduation with his brothers. 

like they’re so proud of you. 

Specially Kookie.  😍

Takes lots of pictures of you.

Will spoil you for weeks after your hard work in your senior year.

He would even celebrate with you and his brothers when you get your first job.

Him lowkey being mad that you wouldn’t allow him to help you find a job because you know he’ll use his connections for you if he has to.

A/N: Please do not hesitate to tell me your opinion or I’ll cry.🥺🥺🥺🥺

[rivalsforlife]

ok, let's leave the false start au for now. instead pick from: 1) klavier, especially his brother related trauma and his working relationship with miles and phoenix (because i like the 'he's part of what cost phoenix his badge' but 'he's a genuinely good man' conflict) 2) your thoughts on aa anime (which was sooo bad but it had a few nice moments) if you watched it. 3) your next fic idea teaser (if applicable).

okay haha... why pick? I’ll do all three.

1) I love Klavier, I think he has a lot of potential to be a really interesting character, I think Capcom has no idea what they’re doing with him. He had the potential to be the “Edgeworth” of 456 but they just completely threw him to the side. I was having a similar conversation with someone else a little while ago... that what Capcom did with Klavier’s character arc is basically if Miles had the first game, then showed up briefly in Turnabout Big Top for JFA and that’s it, and then had an offhand mention in Trials and Tribulations. And, of course, no investigations games either. Klavier had that sorry cameo in Turnabout Academy, meanwhile Miles was part of the whole emotional arc of JFA. It’s just... very sad that he had so much potential but Capcom completely squandered it in exchange for “ja ja achtung herr forehead i’m a rockstar ;)” that he is now. Having a whole three games for him to work out his brother-related trauma, like how Miles got to work out his DL-6 related trauma in the original trilogy, would have been great for him! but alas.

I think his working relationship with Miles is pretty good; I think Miles probably had serious doubts at first, because he would have believed in Phoenix’s innocence, but we know that Klavier was abroad with his singing career during the seven-year-gap iirc and Miles wasn’t Chief Prosecutor until just after the events of AJ. So by the time they had any meaningful interactions, Miles knew Klavier as one of the few prosecutors that sought the truth and wasn’t corrupt, so I think they’d actually get along pretty well (as long as their conversation is restricted to Truth And Justice haha, probably don’t have a ton in common beyond that besides trauma.)

Phoenix on the other hand... probably spent seven years holding at least a bit of resentment against Klavier for taking away his badge. So I think it would probably always be at least a little awkward between them. But Phoenix did trust him enough by Turnabout Succession to run the Jurist Trial, and Phoenix would be able to recognize that, yeah, he is a genuinely good person and was as screwed over by Kristoph as Phoenix was. And Klavier probably will always feel guilty for having wrongfully accused Phoenix and throwing his life into turmoil for those seven years, plus Phoenix’s disbarment ties into all his complicated feelings regarding Kristoph, and I don’t think that either of them are actually all that good at having deep interpersonal conversations about their feelings. (See: Phoenix’s reaction to Miles being dead being “don’t ever speak of him to me again” instead of talking things through, Klavier having to deal with all the stuff that comes from being a rockstar re: having to keep everything private.) I think they’d eventually reach some sort of understanding, but I don’t think they’d ever /really/ be able to get over the events of disbarment, even though they each think the other is a good person and they can get along well enough.

(... That got long, that should be my longest one, though.)

2) Thoughts on the AA anime: I’m not an anime person, really, I’ve barely watched any at all, so I can’t vouch to its quality as an anime. I do know a lot about ace attorney though haha, and I definitely think it’s a pretty poor adaptation, though I guess it’s understandable given time constraints and the like. (But did they really have to make Adrian Andrews and Celeste Inpax sisters??? And erase Miles’ trauma?? come on.) I did like the bonus episodes though, the childhood ones with Miles and Phoenix, and I found the one with Kurain village very informative (and also influenced some of my headcanons regarding it.) I read a post a while back about how the anime would have been much better if it was all original cases or slice of life-type stuff, and I agree, the original episodes were much better than the adaptations, likely because the adaptations didn’t live up to the expectations set by the games. 

And even though I feel that way about the anime, I probably would still want adaptations of other games too, though I don’t think they would because Capcom only likes the original trilogy. It’s fun to see them animated in some ways, and more bonus episodes would be nice.

3) there are a lot of fic ideas floating around in my docs, but the one that /should/ be done next is basically “Professor Layton vs Phoenix Wright but it goes horribly wrong”, which I can’t get into much detail without spoiling the game and/or the fic and I don’t know if you’ve played that one haha.

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Happy Holidays Have Hamanda

The following is a TEASER for my future 2019 project, aka a long fic about Hamanda and them fake dating. Uknown when the actual fic be out due to health problems and business of life. Still tell me what you think so far, Enjoy~ 

“Babe!!” Amanda called, a big smile on her face as she slammed the door open. Behind her she can hear the simultaneous pause of spying feet. By the nine why did she agree with this again? Oh right, that’s why. The forced grin became genuine as Amanda spotted the startled but quickly turned smile of Hannah, hair down but strands sticking up with bed head. She looked ridiculous, Amanda loved it. “Good morning Darling,” Amanda cooed as she walked in, snickering at the small twitch of annoyance Hannah had as she continued to smile at her, a poisoned dagger hidden in those sweet eyes. “Good Morning Amanda,” Hannah smiled sweetly, voice laced with subtle venom. Her eyes glanced to the door and Amanda heard the silent huff of an understanding groan as she climbed on the bed with an amused chuckle. “Giggle like I said something sweet and close the door,” Amanda whispered in Hannah’s ear as she leaned in and hugged her, positioning herself in a way that the brats don’t see her whispering something. Hannah giggled at her words, her eyes caught her cousins looking and watched them blanch, all whilst wishing she could do the same. One of them looked particularly aghast and embarrassed and closed the door before Hannah could reach her wand on the bed drawer. As soon as she saw the door close, Hannah shoved Amanda away from her, a hiss of annoyance leaving her lips as she glared at Amanda’s amused smirk. By the nine why did she agree to this again? “Why in the nines name are you in my room?” Hannah hissed as she grabbed her wand and quickly placed a silent charm on the door to prevent her cousins over hearing. “And why didn’t you knock? I was in a call with Barbara!” Amanda scoffed, though she didn’t budge from her spot, in fact she leaned closer to the headboard and relaxed into her seat.  “Well I’m sorry Rosie,” she paused and grinned at the quick flush on Hannah’s face, she’s so glad she learnt Hannah’s middle name and made a nickname out of it. The smile left however as she returned to the focus of the issue, her eyes burning a glare to the door in front of her. “I had other things to worry about, like you know your little gremlins trying to follow my every move.” “Don’t call my cousins that Amanda.” “Fine, nosy brats,” Amanda amended before she pointed an accusing finger at Hannah. “And don’t tell me off cause it’s true and we both know it.” “Regardless,” Hannah huffed as she looked away realising that she couldn’t refute that statement. “You should’ve knocked when you entered, what were you raised in a barn?” Amanda down right laughed at that, memories of the past made that insult ironic. “Yeah sure why not?” She grinned, “If you count a horse range to be a barn then it’s most of my life.” “Nines, no wonder you’re such an animal.” “Well,” Amanda sighed as she propped one leg over the other whilst she placed both of her hands behind her head. “It’s a good thing I told your mum that’s what you loved about me.” It was an absolute lie but Hannah didn’t know that. “YOU DID WHAT?” Amanda forced down the laughter bubbling in her throat and somehow turned what escaped into a cough. “I mean,” she said sheepishly. “It wasn’t the exact words, but it’s implied and besides,” Amanda grinned at Hannah, acknowledging that it would be a miracle if she wasn’t magically thrown out of the window with the next sentence. “It’s not exactly wrong is it?” And in a sudden impulsive decision, Amanda winked at the infuriated girl. “YOU!” Hannah screeched, hot blood racing through her body, cheeks flared red as she placed her wand under Amanda’s chin. It was too damn early to deal with her bullshit. “If you say a damn word I will hex you back to Luna Nova.” “Umm,” the slightly pixelated voice of Barbara said through the tense silence. Hannah lowered her wand with an embarrassed sigh, she completely forgot that she was in a call with her best friend. “What’s going on?” She turned to the crystal ball on a bed cushion where Barbara stared at them with a confused look. “Hey Barbara,” Amanda said with a nonchalant wave, till she looked again with surprise. “Wait Barbara? When did you get here?” “She’s been here the entire time!” Hannah exclaimed as she stowed the wand away. “I told you this already.” “Did you?” Hannah pinched the bridge of her nose and turned away with a sigh. “Nines, you’re the most stupidest person on the planet.” Amanda looked at her with a cocky grin as she sat up properly and nudged Hannah on the side with her elbow. “Actually wouldn’t that be you considering that you’re dating me if all people?” “WHAT!?” Barbara’s scream went unnoticed as Hannah turned on Amanda in an instant, wand raised. Amanda’s eyes widened as she gulped, the fire in Hannah’s eyes looked almost real and it was eager to burn her. Maybe she pushed her jokes a bit too far this time. “I swear if I didn’t love this bed so much I would kill you where you stand O’Neill.” “OKAY!” Barbara yelled, cutting the tension in two. Both people jumped, bodies touching before they shuffled away from each other and looked down at the sphere between them. “Before anyone is KILLING ANYONE? Can someone please explain why you two are dating?”

Amanda took the moment to grin and slung an arm around Hannah’s neck in act to appear calm whilst screaming inside. “Would you look at that babe, we’re better actors than we thought.”

Hannah turned to her with a piercing glare. Before Amanda could tease about it or question it, Hannah raised her wand and with a simple whispered spell, Amanda and a pillow caught in the crossfire got flung off the bed. “Idiot,” she growled before she turned to the crystal ball. Hannah brushed her hand through her tangled mess of bedhead, face turning apologetic.  “Barbara just know that I didn’t want you to find out this way and I please don’t get mad at me for this and please keep your voice down and don’t tell anyone.”

Barbara gave her a very slow nod added with a questioning, concerned look  and Hannah took that as a cue to continue.  “Due to-” Hannah turned her head, eyes narrowed at the girl massaging her head on the floor, “-Misconceptions. As well as well Veronica’s own meddling.” As always, the name came out as a growl from Hannah, her hands tightened to a fist. “My family believed that we are dating and after a talk we decided to fake date as it would solve problems easier.”

Silence.

A silence that went on longer and longer, much more than Hannah anticipated. Hannah shuffled in her bed anxiously, trying her best to keep quiet under the tense atmosphere. Even Amanda herself stayed silent,  slight worry in her eyes as she glanced between the two friends. Then, after moment that eclipsed eternity, Barbara spoke.

“Hannah,” She said with the slow, warning tone of caution.

Alarm bells blared in Hannah’s head.  “Y-yes?”  

“You love me right?” Amanda perked up, eyes widened a bit as she watched Hannah gain a sweat drop.

“Yes?”

“And you know that I love you a lot right? We’re best friends and everything.”

“Yes” Hannah hurriedly agreed, head nodding just as quick as her words. “We’re the bestest.”

Barbara’s composed face broke to a sudden pleading expression, guilt flashed in her eyes before she got up and ran. “Then please forgive me cause I have to go and tell Lotte!” She called before she exited the room, leaving Hannah in a state of whiplash. In the distance, through the call and open door, she could hear the echoes of Lotte’s name screamed in excitement.

“Well,” Amanda said as she hesitantly got on top of the bed again, before sliding in closer to Hannah once she realised that Hannah is still too whiplashed to retaliate. “That went better than expected.”

As if Amanda broke a spell, Hannah came back to life and immediately buried her face in a pillow. “Ughhhh, she hates me now.”

“Hey,” Amanda said as she patted Hannah’s back with reassurance, “I'm sure she’s fine. Who knows maybe they might know what to do in our situation.”

Under the pillow, Amanda heard a muffled scoff. “I doubt it-” Hannah sat up, perched her elbows on her lap and stared at the empty crystal ball scene. “I really don’t think being in a fake relationship of all things is a common thing to experience.”

Amanda, who now stopped petting Hannah, shrugged. She was about to make a comment but the idea left when Lotte bursted through the door on the other side of the screen and looked at them in a way that Amanda never realised she could make.

Lotte looked them like she was famished, her body was slouched as she panted and the serious frown on her face scarily contradicted the excited gleam in her glasses reflections. Then like a cat, Lotte pounced at them, both with voice and action as she raced to the crystal ball and hovered closer than she would normally be. Her voice got louder with every word.

“Holy Jennifer, you two are in a fake dating thing-by the nine how did this happen? What are the rules? Are you allowed to kiss? Nines did you guys fake kiss yet? How long is this going to last? Is a contract set? Who else knows? Nines you’re sharing a bed- NINES ARE YOU TWO SHARING A ROOM. ARE YOU ROOM-”

Silence yet again.

This time it was caused by Amanda, who still had her finger pressed on the hang up button on the crystal sphere. After a moment, she released the button with a relieved sigh before looking left where the source of negative intent emitted from. “In my defence,” she said even though she knew it won’t be enough for Hannah, “She was talking too loud.”

“Still!” Hannah said as she gestured to the blank crystal ball before she started to call them again. “You just hung up my best friend.”

“Actually,” Amanda started with a smirk, ignoring how  Hannah’s brow twitched a bit. “She’s your best friend’s girlfriend sooo…”

Hannah gave her one long glare as she raised her wand to fling Amanda off the bed again. But Amanda knew what was coming and closed the space between them, the sheer speed and Amanda’s sudden closeness knocked the syllables out of Hannah’s mouth. Within seconds they were centimetres apart. One of Amanda’s hand sank into the mattress near Hannah’s legs, the other hand held Hannah’s hand that gripped the wand. The angered flush on Hannah’s face turned dark scarlet from the closeness and the sight, mixed in with Hannah’s narrowed eyes made the grin on Amanda’s face widen to a smirk. She really liked making Hannah react like this.

“Nice try Rosie,” Amanda whispered, voice teeming with layers of teasing and coyness. The cocky tone and stupid grin fanned the heat in Hannah’s cheeks. It drove the girl insane as she opened her mouth to retort-

“By the holy nine…”

Both girls whipped their heads to crystal ball. To their surprise, both Barbara and Lotte stared at them through the crystal ball, staring in awe at their compromised but teeming with tension positions. When they looked back at each other, each girl became very aware of how close they were, how their cheeks burned and how they were so close that they couldn’t tell whether the warmth between them came from their own or from the person in front of them.

Instantly they scrambled away, making sure that there was a very visible gap between them, Amanda cleared her throat, rushed her hand through the threads of her multi coloured hair whilst Hannah’s hands trembled as she focused on getting her hair up. Each one sent terribly subtle glances as the same question raced in their minds.

What in the nines name, was that?

“My goodness,” Barbara grinned from across the screen, head resting against her palm as Lotte giggled next to her. “If this is what you two are like everyday I can see why Auntie Rosa and your cousins thought you two were dating Hannah.”

[headspacedad]

Ooof VLD has been a hyperfixtation for me for 2 freaking years because I was dealing with mega loads of pent up depression & anxiety & my mind was like: NEED BRIGHT & FUN & CREATIVE STUFF STAT! So VLD was the best choice & I found some cool tumblrs to visit (yours is my fave ^w^) & fell in love with how fanfics & fanart & meta are created (meta is sooo helpful bc I have Aspergers) so I just want to say THANK YOU SOOO MUCH FOR SHARING YOUR BLOG!!! I hope you survive the 17purge & recover from VLD

sorry this is so late a reply but yes, I too got into VLD because the first two seasons were just so much fun!  I loved the character interactions and the characters themselves and the lions and the story set up.  I didn’t expect it to be plungingly deep or anything.  I just wanted something with a good story I could enjoy that would have good uplifting messages and give me found family feels and save the universe.  It was going to be a fun ride and even though I got tired of ‘does Shiro die THIS time?!’ teasers each season I was still really hooked in and ready to have a few fun years with things. 

And instead we got - this.  I’ve had stories lose me before because they went directions I wasn’t interested in or got boring but I’ve never had a story do - this (vague hand waving gesture goes here).  I’m still not exactly sure how to react honestly.

But I have made some wonderful friends along the way, read some incredible stories, enjoyed beautiful and heart-felt art, gotten to interact and even sit at the feet of some amazing meta writers and story tellers and honestly found a warm and welcome place in the whirlwind of the fandom full of really varied and interesting and sweet-hearted and generous and beautiful mind and souled people.  And I have loved, and love, and will always treasure without taint, that part of this whole ride completely.  So I’m thrilled you have enjoyed my blog and our mutual interaction through this fandom and I hope we all get to stick around together as long after as it lasts.  Thank you for sharing my blog with me.  And I hope you survived the 17 purge and recover from - this (hand gesture) as well.

[tenderlywicked]

Just finished reading The Elder Man - it’s utterly marvelous! If you want a feel-good read right now, that’s the right choice for you. The setting, a place in Dordogne, is so vividly described that you get the feeling of being present there, surrounded by sentinel trees, fragrant herbs, dragonflies zooming around the garden - and the element of magic is subtly interwoven into all this. Also, the characters are hugely likable, including minor ones, especially Jade the hound :) And I can’t but mention the scene of painting skin with wet clay - it’s sooo erotic and beautiful!

That’s what the author, Katherine Wyvern, says about it:

This story is very close to my heart, and to my life!

Over two years ago I made a drawing of my favorite model as an antlered forest god.  It sat quietly in my album for almost 12 months, but it kept pushing invisible roots all over my soul, until suddenly last year, this story began to write itself. It was light and sexy and full of humor (poking fun at city people baffled by the countryside is my revenge for how befuddling the city is to me!) but I soon became aware that there was more to it than met the eye. In fact it became a tapestry of all the things I love most in my life, my barely tamed garden and my woods, my animals, my sculpting and natural building, my simple, off grid lifestyle, and the beauty and antiquity of the Dordogne, the region in SW France where I have been living for almost 10 years. I wanted to give a face to the bone-deep magic that I see and feel in all this. My forgotten but still powerful forest god is the form I chose to express all that is wondrous, healing and grounding in my life. Or maybe *he* chose me, and did his own thing. My characters notoriously tend to do that. I did a number of illustrations, at different times, for this story, and I am delighted that one of them found its way to the cover of the book, thanks to Jay Aheer and Evernight Publishing. You can see them all on my blog, here: https://katherinewyvern.blogspot.com/2020/04/the-art-of-elder-man-coming-tomorrow.html -:- BLURB Uncovering and divulging  an outlandish conspiracy will put a hard bump into any journalist’s career, and Armin can only blame himself when he’s dispatched from Frankfurt’s skyscrapers into the depths of rural France on the unglamorous job of writing about a cobbing workshop. Natural building is messy, dirty and sweaty work, but it has its consolations. For example, Van, the greying but undeniably hot master cobber teaching the workshop. Sure, the man is a hopeless tree-hugger, with embarrassing notions about ancient folklore and religions, but he’s still worth a week-long fling, right? When Van is revealed in all his majesty and power as a long forgotten forest god, however, the week-long fling might well become entangled with eternity, on the edge between life, death, madness, and immortality.

TEASER

It was a recurring human figure, subtly hinted, here and there, never whole, never obvious, always just suggested in the curve of a tree trunk, half hidden in shade, and always crowned with horns or antlers, sometimes real antlers. It seemed almost to Armin, once or twice, that Van’s wandering, wavering shadow had antlers of its own. Enough wine, he thought, blinking. What I need is black coffee. “Why the antlered man?” he asked over Monica’s voice. The non sequitur took everyone by surprise. “Eh?” blared Monica. “I beg your pardon?” asked Mark, completely thrown. Armin felt suddenly bashful and a little stupid, not to mention rude. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. It’s just that I keep seeing him everywhere, and I wondered…” Edith, Meintje and Ella looked at him quizzically, all three head tilted to one side rather comically. Rebekka looked vaguely around, as if trying to catch the shape that everyone had missed. Armin decided he could either explain or let them all think he was stoned, drunk, or tripping, so he pointed with his index finger to the wall. “I am not hallucinating. Look, right there by the window. And there, where the shelf meets the pillar. You can see an arm and a shoulder. And just outside the fireplace, near the table. He pops up all over the sculptures, if you look.” Van was smiling. Jean-Pierre harrumphed, frowning, and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Allie shot him a quick apprehensive glance. “Why the antlered man? Who is it?” repeated Armin, a little confused, looking at Van. Van shrugged. “He’s … Amun, and Silvanus and Pan, and the Leshy and Veles and Svyatibor … even the Minotaur, perhaps. There is a picture of him as old as fifteen thousand years in a cave in the Ariege, la grotte des Trois-Frères. The Sorcerer. Prancing fellow with antlers and a thumping big dong.” Every woman in the room, including the young girls, giggled. “Van!” said Allie. He grimaced theatrically. “Sorry. All these old horned males. What can I say?” “Van!” “Anyway, some would say he’s the Devil, too, and Baphomet. And lately, just the Horned God. It all got twisted about since the Christians started messing with the old deities. And the Wiccans just made one big stew of it all to cover all the bases and be on the safe side. They may not be wrong however. In France, the Gauls came to call him Cernunnos or Carnonos or Cerunincos, which all simply mean the horned one or the antlered one. I suppose we might go with Cernunnos.” He smiled. Allie looked at him adoringly. Jean-Pierre scoffed. “Wherever you look, there was always a god of the forest, the earth, the water… a god of low places, valleys, sources, meadows. His trees were always small trees. Healing trees. The willow, the elder, the rowan. Not a sky god. Not a war god. He was also, as often as not, a god of agriculture and fertility. And death and healing, even resurrection.  Fall, winter, and spring, the seasons. Nature again. It was easy in the old days to believe in such a divinity. And it was wise to pay tribute to him. Forests, fields, death, rebirth, the cycles and forces of nature were rather more … central.” “They still seem central enough in this place,” said Edith, smiling. Van bowed. “But why the antlers?” asked Josefine. “It seems awfully impractical, even for a forest god.” Van gave a wry laugh. “It sure is,” he said. But then he sobered and added, “There has always been something mystical about the stag and his antlers, in all the old Indo-European cultures. The stag was important enough to have his own constellation, roughly where modern astronomers place Ophiuchus. The Celts put it nicely, saying that the stag carried the solar disk in his crown. His antlers and his strength are greatest in the autumn, and they are lost in the winter and emerge again in the spring. He incarnates the death of nature and its awakening. He and Cernunnos are avatars of the fall, of the death of nature and its rebirth. Cycles again.” “Is that why he’s sculpted everywhere?” asked Armin. “Do you, like—er—believe? In this… god?” Van scratched his graying beard and gave him a roguish grin. “Let’s put it this way. Just on the off chance he’s still walking about in these parts, I’d rather not piss him off. Those olden gods...” He waved a hand and rolled his eyes, and everyone laughed, but Armin held eye contact with him for a moment and had a feeling Van had not spoken completely in jest. -:- BUY LINKS: Find it on Amazon (free sample available) or (with 25% discount and a hot excerpt) at Evernight Publishing. Plus all the usual e-book retailers.

[klen7]

G-Fest Coverage Day 2 + 3

Saturday morning i went to the panel for Kazuhiro Nakagawa (an Assistant Director on Shin Godzilla, and Writer/Director of 'Day of the Kaiju')

If you haven't seen Day of the Kaiju yet, check it out. its great

he was directing the crowd running scenes for the Kamata-kun attack and said he had to keep telling people to look lower (instead of way up at normal Godzilla height) - many people took this to imply a different monster other than Godzilla was attacking

When asked about how Higuchi and Anno worked together he laughed and said to ask Higuchi - he [politically] said "They both wanted to make the best film possible"

During the Soggy Noodles scene Anno kept sending them back because the noodles werent soggy enough - "He can still eat that"

When asked what he was working on now or next he laughed again and said "I'm on vacation"

They all have theories on the tail, but Anno won't confirm or deny

Michiru Ōshima - I ducked out part way through this panel

Had only seen one Godzilla film before

Had not heard of Akira Ifukube

Has not heard of the Toho Kingdom animated fan movie that claims an original score by Michiru Oshima in the teaser

Lots of symbolism in the music, different instruments represent different aspects of Godzilla

Yuji Kaida

Name dropped Kaiju Club - (it was later revealed by Higuchi that Kaida did a lot to bring kaiju films back with film festivals, etc in the early 80s)

Bob Eggleton was the moderator so there was a lot of art related discussion

Shinji Higuchi

FIrst off, just wow on this panel - he seemed to shoot down a lot of the rumors we heard about production

The plan was always for Shin Godzilla to be CG --- This is why the tail is so long, because they wire constraints were gone so they could have a lot more freedom --- The puppets aren't complete because they were only intended for close up shots, however they didnt fit with the movie (i guess this the equivalent of the animation or stop motion in biollante)

Higuchi started off at Toho G'84, he did thinks like paint the wires to match the backdrop and give water to Satsuma, move the tail outside of the frame to give it more realism in frame without a wire setup

Higuchi is a complete goofball. lots of joking throughout

he spilled a lot of details on the Legendary deal with Toho, basically Shin had to come out in 2016 because American Godzilla 2 was supposed to be out in 2017 and they couldnt be out the same year. If Godzilla 2 had gotten pushed back to 2019 earlier, they would likely still be working on Shin Godzilla

Higuchi and Anno pitched a number of ideas with Godzilla mutating into something new (think the multiple headed concept art) - Toho said NO. so they had something turn into Godzilla instead

Higuchi does know what the front part of the first form (we only see the tail) looks like - but he didnt bring any pictures of it

The time he spent working on Daicon stuff seems magical and i want to go to there

They would film in public parks, and have look outs for cops and firemen before doing any pyro technics to keep out of trouble

Kaida was a bit of a mentor in this set up, provided the poster for their Orochi movie

He made a comment about how America is portrayed in the film as military super power well beyond Japan (so there's some American "nationalism" for those out there that are hung up on that)

At the Shin Godzilla screening he was joking a lot, he "apologized" for things - like the American plane at the end was actually a Japanese plane they painted, and that they thought Satomi's english was very good but he was sorry we didn't think so. Not sure how much of it was subversive jabs at the criticisms that he heard from the American fandom, but i thought it was funny. He also kept trying to walk off stage to the point RSF and Nakagawa had to jokingly hold him in place.

Kaiju Gaiden

Trailer for Outer Man

That tourism commercial with the fast tides

12 minutes of Atragon 2

Zeros vs Kushkun (sp?) - a "JUNGLE" short film

Godman fighting Gabara

Wolfman vs Baragon - This is the 1972 predecessor to Godzilla vs Wolfman featuring a very different Wolfman (dressed like Olvier Reed in Curse of the Werewolf"

a trailer for the Yongarry Chronicle Project documentary

a Music video from a band called Certain Distant Suns and a song called Bitter (its sooo 90s)

an 83 Godzilla fan film

Showdown of the Godz - a romantic dramedy about a couple where the husband is obsessed with Godzilla, also starring George Takai The 3 Koichi Kawakita films

Apollo Knight - pretty standard henshin hero

Battle Bot - I want to see more of this, its giant mechs fighting alien mechs

God of Clay - a beautiful, poignant short film, delightful yet bittersweet knowing its the last thing he worked on

Kiyotaka Taguchi (G, Gehara, Ultraman X/Orb/Geed)

This was amazing.

This was great

highlight of the trip.

He had two new indie films to debut that only a few people have seen in Japan - they were just was great as G and Gehara -- Zone - Felt very much like G. Lots of people spitting blood ----Taguchi - "i love violence" but can't put it in Ultraman, so I put it in my indie work ---- short and brutal, but the pacing and the reveals work so damn good, you had a room full of kaiju fans simultaneously gasping and reacting -- 701 - a comedy with a bit of adult humor ---- fans of a certain Ultraman X actress should probably seek this out ---- the comedy works really well. the timing is great, this was a big hit with the audience

[moiraineswife]

Stumble Through Heaven- Part 1: The Calm - A Morrigan/Selene Fic

MAJOR ACOWAR SPOILERS AHEAD 

Sooo @tbhfangirl19 asked me for Mor/a lady someone basically. So now you have a two part Mor/ladies fic with Mor and...who is effectively my OC (she’s like...canon in five lines, she’s Viviane’s sister and this all definitely happened in canon) Anyway. I got carried away so now there’s lots of lesbian emotions flying around. Have at it. @king-havilliard figured you would appreciate the tag. Thank you for reading this/humouring my yelling about it @pterodactylichexameter

Title: Stumble Through Heaven - Part 1: The Calm 

Summary: (my timings are wonky, this doesn’t technically work in canon but it’s close enough and by the time I realised it didn’t work I was already attached to the idea and it was too much effort changing it for a relatively small detail) After her fight with Feyre Mor seeks solace in the Winter Court camp and runs into an old flame, Selene, Viviane’s younger sister. They revisit their history with one another. Rating will go up in the next part but this one is SFW. 

Teaser:  “How are you?”

There’s enough pointed emphasis in the last word that Mor knows the female can still read her as easily as she remembers how she prefers her tea. She turns away, looks down the sharply sloping hill to the battlefield again, churned and ragged and raw. A good mirror for the way she feels. All she says however in answer to Selene’s question is, “Fine.”

To her surprise, that response tugs a soft huff of laughter from the female sitting by her side, legs folded beneath her, back perfectly straight, “All these years, Morrigan,” she says quietly, taking a drink of her tea before shaking her head. “All these years and you still think you can hide from me.”

Link: AO3 

Despite the thick heat of the Summer Court, the air wet with blood after a day of battle and the mourning tears that followed, the Winter Court encampment still somehow feels cold to Mor. A sharp breeze lifts, tugging at her hair, stirring it around her face, as though trying to pull her away somewhere. She ignores it.

Still in the clothes she had worn when she’d descended down into the battle, not bothering to strip out of it. The armour feels like a lead weight now, dragging her weary limbs down. Exhaustion gnaws at her and she should sleep, should go back to her own camp, her own tent, curl up and let that fatigue drag her into tomorrow but...

She had needed to get out, to get away from all of it. Cassian’s injuries had rattled her, even if the stupid prick would be alright. She had been there, feet from him as he’d been torn apart before her eyes and she’d felt sure she was watching his death, helpless. Helpless again when she had returned to the camp and found Feyre gone, had to restrain herself from shaking that sister of hers to make her tell her where she had gone so she could find her and drag her back. Helpless as she had looked into Rhys’ terrified eyes and been forced to confess that she had been tricked, that she had been lied to, again, that those closest to her would rather go behind her back than trust her.

Then the fight with Feyre in her tent after she had returned. In one piece, thank the Mother, the things that she had said to her, the things she had heard come tearing from her friend’s lips. She closes her eyes, hugging herself, her fingers gripping onto her arms until it hurts. That breeze lifts again, carrying with it the tears that burn her eyes and fall as she bows her head, shaking, attempting to master herself.

They’re at war she doesn’t have time to sit here and feel sorry for herself, she should be in camp, helping, planning, doing something. Instead she’s sitting here, like a child pathetic and frightened and helpless all over again. She holds her head in her hands, shaking, not caring who sees. None of the Winter Court soldiers are likely to bother her. They would have to come seeking her, where she’s huddled on the edge of this war camp, over-looking the battle field that Feyre had tricked her onto, where Cassian had nearly died right in front of her, where-

She looks up at the soft, lithe footsteps that sound at her side. A beautiful Winter Court fae stands there, looking down at her. Selene. Viviane’s sister. It’s been decades since they’ve been this close to one another, not since before Amarantha. Yet she hasn’t changed. She remains the same. A tall, willowy pillar of frozen steel, cold and unyielding, precise and elegant as a sculpture. Her long silver hair restrained by a thick braid wrapped around her head like a crown. She looks strikingly like her older sister, except her eyes, they’re sharper, colder, and of a steely grey, a windswept mountain to her sister’s bright ocean sapphire.

For all they look alike however, there are no squealing outbursts and desperate hugs between the two of them. Only quiet. The same kind of quiet that always fills Mor whenever she looks into those pale, fathomless eyes, the same kind of quiet she wishes she could exist in for the rest of her life. The tension seems to bleed from her as that silence sweeps through her, a bone deep calm that she only ever feels around a few people in this world.

Wordlessly, taking Mor’s lack of brusque demand for her to leave her alone as acceptance of her presence, Selene carefully lowers herself down onto the ground, then passes over a cup of tea. Mor accepts it gratefully, holding it between her hands to warm them from the chill night that’s starting to draw in around her. She sniffs at the tea before she takes a sip. The mixed scents of citrus and apple draw a small, sad smile from her. All these years...All these years but Selene still remembers her favourite blend.

They sit in silence for a long moment, sipping their tea, Mor grateful for the other female’s company, despite the faint knot of tension that starts to pulse in her stomach at her presence. So long, it’s been so long since they were together, all this time, both likely fearing the other lost after Amarantha’s conquest and yet...Yet still the quiet embraces them, holds them tight, somehow more intimate than the tight embrace Viviane had swept her into when they had seen each other again.

It’s a gift, this respite that she offers her. But eventually, Mor finds herself asking quietly, “How are you?”

Selene stiffens almost imperceptibly, takes a sip of her own tea, mint, if Mor isn’t mistaken. Even without the scent she would have known. She remembers her too. Then she says, “Well.” Her voice is the same as she remembers it, like snow melting from a mountainside, cool and heavy and smooth, with that soft rasp to it that makes her shiver.

It had been a loaded question, a question asking after how she had fared all these years they had been apart, with the distance of grief and loss between them. That she had chosen not to answer it, to confine their discussion to the present...Says all she needs it to.

She turns to face Mor, her eyes seeming to glow a dark silver as the light from the camp behind them catches, “How are you?”

There’s enough pointed emphasis in the last word that Mor knows the female can still read her as easily as she remembers how she prefers her tea. She turns away, looks down the sharply sloping hill to the battlefield again, churned and ragged and raw. A good mirror for the way she feels. All she says however in answer to Selene’s question is, “Fine.”

To her surprise, that response tugs a soft huff of laughter from the female sitting by her side, legs folded beneath her, back perfectly straight, “All these years, Morrigan,” she says quietly, taking a drink of her tea before shaking her head. “All these years and you still think you can hide from me.”

She doesn’t look at her as she says it, continues gazing serenely out over the battlefield, stray locks of silver dancing around her face like lost spirits. The calm, impassive set of her face implies that they might be talking about the weather.

Mor bristles. At the words. At the assumption in them. At the calm. She had loved it at times, yes, but at times, times like this, times when she wants that mask to shatter and reveal the storm beneath, she hates it. “What’s that supposed to mean?” She demands sharply, the words laced with a snarl that makes them harsher than she had intended.

Selene, as is her wont, remains utterly composed and unruffled by the display of aggression on her part. “It means that I know you,” she says simply. She takes another draught of tea then adds, before Mor can protest, “Fifty years apart or five hundred, it makes no matter. I know you.”

Mor’s anger recedes at those words, at the truth contained within them. She does know her, she always has. Even from that first moment that they met, she had looked into her eyes and known, known right then that something darker than the bright sunshine she coated herself with lurked beneath her warm eyes. She’s always had this effect on her, always been able to gentle her, quiet her, soothe her with a few soft words, bare her body with some soft touches, brush her fingers against her very soul with a kiss.

“I know when something is wrong,” Selene continues, every word carefully selected, controlled, quiet, precise. “What happened?”

Mor closes her eyes, looking away from her. When she opens her eyes she lets her gaze stretch to the endless horizon beyond, past the bloodied battlefield and the grows that are starting to gather in clouds above it. A feast of the dead that she does not want to look at or think upon right now. Her throat tightens as the memory again surges. A part of her wishes to shove it down, wishes to continue insisting that everything is fine.

Yet...Yet it’s not fine. And she hasn’t seen this woman in fifty years but...But it’s as though they’ve been together through it all, side-by-side as they once were, as they perhaps should always be, and the words come before she truly thinks of them, because a world in which she feels the need to hide from this woman, this woman who has seen and knows every inch of her body, her heart, her being...Is one she might not feel inclined to save any more.

“I had a fight with a friend,” she confesses tightly. Selene’s eyes slide to glance at her, though she remains facing the field and doesn’t turn to her. She notes the tone, the rawness in Mor’s voice, as though the aftermath of the fight still stings at her throat, ravages the words when she tries to speak of it.

“About the war?” Selene enquires carefully, slender silver eyebrow arching. “Sure that is not enough to-“

“No.” Mor grits out, voice brittle. She takes a deep breath, clenching and unclenching her hands in her lap, a gesture that isn’t missed by Selene’s razor eyes. “Not about this about-“ She can’t say it, can’t get the words out, not even to Selene, who knows, who understands she can’t she- Mor doesn’t realise how violently she’s shaking until she feels Selene’s hand on her back. Ice seems to spread from where they connect, the cold spreading through her, calming her.

Swallowing hard, Mor lets Selene gently rub her back in big, broad circles, unable to bear, for all her cool indifference, seeing her suffer this way. The touch is intimate, deeply personal and again it feels like no time has passed between them, like it was only yesterday they were bundled naked together beneath fires, in front of the roaring fireplace in the small mountain lodge that Selene called her home.

Finally, Mor manages to say tightly, “She knows.” Selene stiffens, her eyes going wide in surprise, “About me. About-“ She doesn’t have to finish, the way she squeezes her shoulder communicates well enough that she understands.

Mor bows her head, thick golden hair falling over her face, shielding the pain carving lines into her skin, hollowing out her eyes. She had been careful, she had been so careful all these years, had hidden all those she had been with, all those she might have fallen in love with...All those she had fallen in love with to keep herself safe. If the Circle knew the male lovers she had taken confused them enough that they kept quiet, kept wandering but never...Never in five hundred years had anyone challenged her the way that Feyre had.

They’re quiet for a long time, until a tear finally breaks free of Mor’s iron restraint and slides down her cheek. Before she can lift her own hand, Selene is there, pale, delicate fingers brushing it away, strengthening her. “Don’t you think,” she asks, voice quiet and measured but with a tightness that hasn’t entered it since she joined her here, a tightness she hasn’t heard for fifty years. “Don’t you think it would be so much better for you if you just told-“

There was no judgement in the words. None. There never had been. Not from her, never from her. She understand too well, understands her and understands this, what it feels like, to be asked to bear such a tender, delicate part of herself that has never been seen, never touched before by any who don’t have a similar part of themselves.

“Don’t start that again,” Mor snarls viciously, pulling away. The words snap out of her and she regrets them the instant they leave her mouth, as Selene’s hand leaves her back but...She can’t go through that again, not with her, not so soon after Feyre, when everything is still so raw and aching.

Selene holds her furious stare, her own burning gaze meeting one of calm, tempered ice. Neither of them look away, neither bending or breaking, but it is Selene who speaks first. “I only want you to be happy, Mor,” she says, her voice uncharacteristically soft and gentle, “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“I know, I know,” Mor whispers, dropping her eyes at last and staring at the hands that are now fumbling uncomfortably in her lap to keep them from seizing one of Selene’s. “I’m sorry,” she mutters, quiet and brittle.

Selene surveys her for a long moment without saying anything, then, “It was bad?”

Mor can’t bring herself to answer her, the words jamming in her throat, she only manages a tight nod.

Selene draws in a heavy breath, fidgeting, uncharacteristically, with a loose thread in the fitted silver tunic she wears. Selene rarely wore dresses, feeling out of place and uncomfortable in the flowing silks and frills that Mor and her sister so loved. She had coaxed her into a few over the years and the sight of her in them always damn near destroyed her but...There was something right about Selene in the tunics and jackets and furs of her court.

Finally she says quietly, “I was pleased to see you, today, you know.” Mor blinks in surprise, not having expected the conversation to take this turn. “I know I may have reacted...poorly, especially compared to-“ A muscle feathers in her jaw as she snaps her mouth shut, forestalling the comparison to her sister. A slight shake of the head, “I apologise,” she says stiffly, too stiffly.

A soft smile brushes Mor’s lips for the first time that night. “You seem to forget,” she says quietly, reaching over and slipping her hand, warm from the tea that’s slowly growing cold, into hers. “That I know you, too.” Selene looks up at her, those impenetrable grey eyes yielding just a little for her. Her thumb strokes absently over the back of Mor’s hand. She shivers at the contact.

“I had thought you must be dead,” Selene says quietly, “After all that time, no word from you in that court. Even...In that place...”

Her eyes darken at the mention of Under the Mountain. Mor stiffens at the mention too. She had gone with Kallias that day, his right hand, his sworn shield, had remained there with him during Amarantha’s reign. Selene swallows hard, composing herself, pushing down whatever dark memories had reached up to take hold of her and Mor realises...Realises that she knows this woman but...There are scars that she doesn’t know, demons she has not yet met, ghosts that have not been buried.

Her voice is perfectly steady when she resumes, “I thought of asking Rhys for news of you,” she says quietly. “I was never close to him, rarely spent time with him but I knew he was your cousin, knew he cared for you, trusted you and yet...The mask he wore there, the things that he did-“ She cuts herself off when she feels Mor starting to shake beside her. Her thumb strokes over her hand again and her voice is controlled when she continues, weighing each word.

“I was not sure if I could trust him. I wanted to ask after you to know if you were safe, if there was even a shred of hope but...” She bows her head, shaking herself. “I told myself it would be worth it, whatever bargain he might strike with me, whatever wicked price he might compel me to pay it...It would have been worth it...For you.” Mor swallows tightly past the lump in her chest, struggling to remain grounded, present. “I was a coward,” Selene whispers, hanging her head, her eyes closing, though she doesn’t pull away from Mor, their hands remaining entwined, bridging the distance between them.

Mor opens her mouth to push back, to counter her, but Selene is already going on, speaking her words into the dark, cool night that’s slowly starting to unfold around them, darkness embracing them.“I should have asked him, I should have asked after you then I would have known, then today perhaps I-“ She straightens her spine, exhaling, her breath blowing out in a cloud in front of her. She turns at last and looks at Mor again as she says, “Seeing you again today, it was a shock. After all this time I, I-“

She stops herself, turns away again, unable to say what she feels for her in this moment. But Mor hears it all the same, echoing across fifty years spent in fear and uncertainty and distance, the longest they had ever gone without seeing one another. I missed you.

The argument with Feyre keeps playing over and over in her head, a never-ending echo that makes her feel an odd combination of emotions, anger and fear both strong among them. And the feelings that Selene has now stirred, the lust, the want, the desire, with the words, spoken and unspoken...It’s too much. They rage within her, a fire that’s blazing out of control, setting her on edge and making her wince as every movement sends it flashing through her raw nerves.

She wants the softness she knows she can draw from Selene, the tenderness that she isn’t sure anyone else has ever truly known from her, not in the way she has. The ice in her touch would be the most welcome thing in the world.

Others had fled from it, had turned their backs on her, not wanting the cold, distant woman, not able to see the light that burned in her eyes when she set them on fire, a Starfall whenever they were entwined. She longs for it, has longed for it all these long years, she realises, looking at her now. She had never thought to have it again, had never thought to be this close.

Mor realises that she’s leaning into her, instinct drawing her forwards, the same kind of force as the pull that ties her to the earth, irresistible, inevitable. She wants this. She wants her. She wants the soothing calm that always floods through her whenever they’re together. Other lovers have set her on fire, stoked the flames that writhe and dance in her blood, in her heart. Selene...Selene had soothed it, had gentled it, had made it all stop for the first time in her life. When she had taken her to bed that first time, all those years ago, on a diplomatic mission to her court...She had never experienced anything like it before.

Selene was so often dismissed, so often in her sister’s shadow. Many made the mistake of assuming she was bitter about that, that she disliked the attention lavished upon Viviane but...She had confessed to liking it. The two of them understood one another and Viviane’s shadow, quiet, calm, peaceful, was exactly where Selene longed to be.

She would have died for her sister, a hundred times over, before letting so much as a scratch touch her soft skin. That was Viviane’s power, her charm, the way wielded the beauty the Cauldron had given her, deflected attention from her reserved sister but Mor...She loved Viviane dearly, the two so alike in personality and taste that they had connected at once, all bubbly laughter and excited shouts. Viviane was alive with energy and joy and yet, despite that shine, that presence, that magnetic pull towards her...The moment Mor had set eyes on Selene she had wanted her.

She had not taken a female lover since Andromache’s death but when she saw Selene...Her heart had constricted, her lungs emptying of breath. The world around her had gone quiet and dark and cold and she had never wanted it to switch back on, had not wanted the raucous laughter or pounding music to distract from this.

Mor had looked at Selene and she had been home. She was Velaris when it came alive after the sun had set and the stars scattered themselves about the sky above. She was the quiet time she spent during the nights, stood on a balcony, the cool air a fresh and welcome touch upon her skin, fever hot from dancing and singing and laughing at Rita’s. She was the heavy embrace of the darkness gilded with moonlight that made her feel safe, cherished.

Their courtship had been quiet, tentative. Mor had made excuses, so many that Cassian had teased her mercilessly and Az had quietly asked if everything was alright, to return to the Winter Court to visit her. She pretended it was for Viviane, their friendship so open and the letters they sent one another so constant that no-one questioned it but...But as soon as she could she went to Selene.

It took her time to open up, to trust Mor, to let her in. But soon...Soon she was showing her the court, at first just the cities, her favourite places to eat or to shop, different from the bustling places Viviane had dragged her too. But then something had changed, Selene had softened, a more vulnerable side emerging, and she’d taken her to all of her favourite places.

Mor hadn’t been able to get enough of her. There hadn’t been enough hours in the day, enough weeks in the ear, enough years in her eternity to spend with her. She had been so timid, opening up to her, revealing how she felt about females. It had been easier with Andromache. She had been human, separate, distinct. Selene...Selene was fae, was part of that world, could have ruined her so easily and yet...And yet. She had not been able to help herself.

That first time they had slept together had been the first time that Selene had seen Velaris. Mor had taken her, taken her to all of her favourite places, shown her everything she could all in that one visit. She had been sure she had overwhelmed her, sure she would simply wish to return home the next day, exhausted but...But instead they had ended up in that cabin in the mountains and Selene had stared with wonder at the night their court was famous for and then...Then she had kissed her.

They had tumbled into bed that same night and Mor had not known pleasure like this since Andromache had died, had never thought to feel this kind of pleasure again. Everything had gone quiet and still. She had forgotten that there was a world out there beyond that cabin, beyond the space where their bodies connected.

It had not lasted. Reality had rushed back in. One particularly bad visit to the Court of Nightmares had caused her to end it in a blind panic, imagining all of the things that her father would do to Selene, her beautiful, wonderful Selene, if he ever found out about her, about this. That terror, that he might take her from her, that he would hurt her, destroy her and she couldn’t stand it. She had handled it badly and Selene...After all the time it had taken to build up her trust, her interest, she had ruined everything between them that night.

Yet it handed ended there. They had both been young and foolish and Mor was still connected to that court through Viviane. Selene, it seemed, had never explained to her sister what they had had, what they had been to one another, what they might have been had Mor not rejected her. Viviane had, eventually, dragged her into staying with her once more and when she had seen Selene...She had broken.

She had confessed everything to her that night. The Court of Nightmares, the way she had grown up, what her father and Eris had done to her after she had slept with Cassian and ruined her betrothal. Selene had listened in that way of hers, that quiet that somehow went beyond silence, a calm so razor-edged and lethal that Mor could see the wild thing stir to life in her eyes. They had fallen into bed and into love with one another all over again but...

It had still ended. It always ended. Mor panicked. Or Selene needed more than she could give her. The distance grated on them. The need for secrecy and lies broke them both. Something always happened to tear them away from one another but...But something always happened to bring them back. No matter how far she ran, no matter how far apart the world pulled them something was always stronger, it always brought them back. Even conquest and war and tyranny had not been enough to separate them.

Here they were again, on the precipice of the dawn of the new world and they were together. They had survived. They were here. And Mor wanted her, she craved her, she needed her.

Not just for the reckless defiance that blurred the lines between sense and spite after the argument with Feyre. Not just because she needed something, anything, to take her away from the horror of this war, the prospect of watching those she loved die around her. Not just because she wanted someone to just hold her for one damned night where she could be soft and vulnerable, and something less than strong. Because she wanted her. She needed her. She always had. A part of her likely always would.

Selene feels her stare and turns slowly to her. Mor catches a flicker of lust lighting the deep slate grey of her eyes, making the silver dance through them. Then they slide down to her lips. Remaining there. She does not look away this time, does not flinch from the heat and lust that she must be able to feel blazing from her, that she can surely scent with so little distance between them.

Mor moves closer to her. They’re out here in the open, a stone’s throw from the entire Winter Court army. Her own army is camped not far from there, her own father amongst them but...But she feels reckless, defiant in the face of Feyre’s accusations, the words she had hurled at her. Liar. Liar. Liar. She squeezes her hand tightly, their lips a mere fraction from one another.

She feels it, tastes it, when Selene whispers, “Mor.” It’s a warning, a reproach, a hesitation but...She does not pull away. Her eyes flutter, half-closed, her mouth parts slightly, seeking for Mor’s.

A flicker of uncertainty stirs inside her as she realises how close they are, how open and exposed and vulnerable. She covers the moment, getting smoothly to her feet, as though this had always been the intention, the moment that had passed between them just now nothing more than a tease. “Come,” Mor murmurs quietly, not taking her eyes from the female still sitting primly upright on the grass, not having moved.

Mor holds out her hand. Invitation. Offer. Plea.

“Mor-“ Selene begins, still not moving.

She keeps her hand held out to her, says once more, not bothering to try to hide the faint note of desperation in her voice, not from her, when she says again, “Come.”

Selene takes a breath, closing her eyes, pressing her lips together. Then, faster than Mor can see, her hand shoots out, closing around Mor’s own, her grip death tight. A moment later she’s winnowed them, drawing them both into darkness and shadow, away, away, somewhere they can be alone together at last.

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[hotonhoth]

My 2 cents..

Alright, we finally have a teaser trailer! Woohoo.

As usual, it’s being dissected, but the main thing I’m happy about is that we finally have a title! It was unexpected and I don’t think it refers to anyone new being a Skywalker. It’s more about the legend, I’m thinking.

I’ll go through the characters now. Still awake? 😉

Rey

I love Rey, and I love Daisy. Idc what the naysayers think - Luke went to Yoda and learned how to be a Jedi in days, so nooo pointing at Rey saying she got her powers too quickly/easily. It’s so heartwarming to see a generation of little ones see how strong and amazing a woman can be.

Her robes are all white in the teaser, and I believe it is because she has chosen her side now. They match Luke’s which is interesting. Her path seems the clearest, but I think she doesn’t know entirely what she is up against.

Kylo

Oh Kylo, you’re fixing your helmet!! Again, I think it’s because he had chosen his side. He remains the baddie. I’m guessing he’s either hunting her down or they’re both searching for something. Some of my best buddies think they’re looking for Palpatine’s observatories. In any case, Kylo has definitely chosen the dark side. Whether he will change this by the end, well we’ll see! The Kinghts of Ren are still a mystery but I think JJ will bring them in somewhere.

Finn & Poe

Looks like these two can’t keep away from each other! I love their relationship and it’ll be good to see Finn take ownership of his identity at long last, something I wished for in ep8 that never happened. Poe’s character arc seems less clear to me but I think we’ll see more fun from his character.

Lando

Who knows!? When they bring back characters from the original trilogy, I fear for the longevity of their return! They better flipping leave him be, because the Galaxy needs that man and his cape collection. Good to see him on the Falcon again.

Maz

She still has had to tell us where she found Luke’s/Anakin’s lightsaber. My guess is her story will send our beloved protagonists off on their quest. At least I hope... again I think this should’ve been in ep8 but Rian seems dead set on not moving much plot along or tying things nicely together.

R2D2, BB8 & C3PO

R2 will be about I guess but it’s gotta be hard for him without Luke now. BB8 should be with our main trio of heroes. It’s formula.

C3PO has a bowcaster in the so called leaked poster. The poster might be made up or for a shop, but the characters have been taken from somewhere. He must be getting involved in the action at last.

Annnd yes the absence of Hux (you thought I forgot)

Sooo I love watching villains. I think they’re fun and there’s no pressure getting emotionally invested in them, because of their ultimate demise. It’s great seeing how they challenge our protagonists. It’s good to see what is actually bad, so we see the good! Driving plot, and a decent portrayal, Domhnall Gleason has been first class. That’s why we love him!

However, I don’t think Hux is a clone of Palpatine. It’s an interesting theory but Disney just aren’t that smart. Personally, I think he wasn’t in filming long enough to be the big bad for ep9. I wasn’t expecting him to be in any posters, teasers or trailers because the films aren’t about him - I’m saying this because of all the stuff that’s come up recently haha. I’m sorry guys, he’s going in either the first 20 mins before the inciting incident orrr possibly in the last act, but the bad man has gotta go.

Whilst on the subject of Palpatine and the Death Star at the end....

Disney are very good at misdirection, so we can’t dissect much more. It looks to be the 2nd Death Star, and on Endor, where the ruin is. Endor does have oceans, so it’s entirely possible this is definitely a scene. Its presence is baffling. Why are we looking at this and why is Palpatine alive/laughing? I think Rey has an ability we saw in TFA that means she can see visions from holding certain items, like the lightsaber for example. It’ll be a clue to something maybe. Palpatine might be in these flashbacks! Again I’m just blurting out my thoughts here. Lots more to discuss when we hopefully get more teasers and trailers! 😊