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elysiansparadise · 3 months ago

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Stelliums in the houses of the natal chart

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

People with this stellium have a strong need to find and define their personality. They are in a constant search for ways to know themselves. They have a strong, charismatic and authentic way of expressing themselves. They stay true to themselves and are very honest when they don't like something or someone. They are endowed with great assertiveness, initiative and a need to be constantly active. For them, doing things on their own is very important, they greatly respect their individuality and personal space. They like to find their own meanings, forge their own beliefs and criteria, and think for themselves. They do not like to interfere in the lives of others and prefer to focus on their own. They have clear priorities and do not allow others to control their lives. They tend to have a strong presence and give the impression of being very dominant and go-getters. They are very self-aware and are the first to analyze or judge themselves.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

They focus on creating or maintaining stability in their lives. They devote themselves to have everything they want and need, making sure they lack nothing. They are people who fervently protect everything they consider theirs. They focus on getting money to have access to a greater number of things. They always prefer comfort and look after theirs. Strong values and easily reject what goes against them. Values such as loyalty, responsibility and tolerance are of great and special importance for them. They believe more in actions than words. They are persistent when it comes to doing something they feel is worthwhile. Security is important to them, especially in the area of their relationships. They may dislike changes that are too abrupt. They give the impression of being trustworthy, graceful and calm. Others may also recognize them as people who are difficult to change their minds (stubborn or strongly opinionated).

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

When we have this stellium, our mind is restless and we are in search of mental stimulation. These natives like to investigate different topics and can research them until they learn everything they can. Very curious, inquisitive and quick-thinking, they tend to understand concepts quickly. They stand out for their wittiness, sense of humor and ability to multitask. Anxious tendencies and are prone to overthinking things. Great communication skills, whether written or oral. They are always feeding their minds with knowledge on things that catch their attention. The relationship with siblings or cousins can be very significant. They are likely to take many short trips throughout their lives. They may have a wide repertoire of knowledge and skills that they learned on their own. They like to understand and know what is happening around them. They adapt very quickly to their environments and the people they interact with.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

There is a great focus on looking within us. Great importance to creating self-awareness and knowing our emotions well. Constant search for comfort, ease, coziness and a feeling of security. Desire to create a home in which they can feel safe and happy. Strong connection with your past. They may enjoy researching about their ancestors and/or their family member’s past. Reserved and introspective. Deeply emotional, they feel their emotions intensely. The family atmosphere could have been very active. They like their privacy. Many aspects of their personality are reserved for people who are truly close to them. They tend to make people feel comfortable. They give the impression of being, although mysterious, polite and gentle. These people will always prefer to create bonds with a strong and deep emotional connection. For them, 'family' is the people who genuinely know them and accept and love them as they are.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

Strong sense of identity and a great desire to be authentic. They want to feel proud of themselves. They can be seen as very talented and skilled at many different things. A need to develop their skills. Ease of attracting attention. Great appeal and power of attraction. A desire to develop your creativity. They seek their pleasure, fun and joy. They are very romantic people and when they fall in love, they focus a lot on their relationships and their special person, as they become one of the top priorities on their lists. They will avoid people or situations that make them feel bad about being themselves. They have high standards and do not hesitate to discard what does not serve them. Need to express oneself transparently and without filters. They can be seen as self-centered and as people who, although attractive, are initially inaccessible. If you decide to be parents, your children will be your priority, you will love and care for them with dedication and affection.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

Strong focus on preserving, achieving and maintaining well-being. They seek their mental and emotional peace. Productive people who seem busy or have something in progress. They seek to be guided by logic and reason. Perfectionist tendencies. They can deal with anxiety. They set very high standards for themselves and can be impatient with themselves when making mistakes. Great eye for detail and analysis of any kind. They can easily connect with animals and/or make them feel very comfortable in their presence. Great work ethic, because they are responsible and know how to get the things done. They give a lot of importance to their health and take care of it. They don't like unpredictability. They can stand out in any branch in which they decide to work. Great communicators, they go straight to the point. They have clear priorities. They move away from what doesn't make them feel good or what disturbs them.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟕𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

These people stand out for being very committed and firm when it comes to their relationships. They prefer long-term relationships and focus on forming lasting connections. They feel a need for balance between their individuality and their relationship. In this life you will be able to get married and have a marriage that will benefit you. Ease of working as a team. Ability to understand others easily and make others feel comfortable. They look for genuineness in their relationships. They are very clear about what they want and look for in a relationship. They attract authentic people with a lot of self-confidence. A deep desire to connect deeply with your future spouse. They tend to attract partners who help them discover many things about themselves. In return, natives help their partners define their priorities and personalities. They always seek to do the right thing. They are the embodiment of the phrase 'treat others how you would like to be treated'.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

Strong need for introspection, to see beyond what we notice with the naked eye. People with a rich inner world, full of nuances. They seek to get to the bottom of things. They have a strong intuition. Great inner strength. They come back strong from all kinds of critical situations. They seek and desire to connect on a deep level on a sexual level, they do not take it lightly. Intense internal processes. They can experience great changes throughout their lives. Attraction to power and the feeling of strength. The 'dark' or complex side of life is something that does not bother them, and many of them are on a path of acceptance towards this shadow self that they feel resides within them. Power and ability to transform the situations around you or the vision that others have about others. You can have a 'tower effect' on others (for those who are not familiar with tarot, I mean that you can collapse schemes, ideologies, or what is established, whether on a small or large scale, you have the power to make drastic changes in others & their lives).

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟗𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

Natives with this stellium constantly seek a deeper meaning to things. They can seek to follow your own philosophy, create their own opinions and form their own criteria. They like to feel free to do what they like, know a lot about the things that catch their attention and satisfy their curiosity without feeling restricted. Interest and love for other cultures. An interest or taste for travel is also very likely. They can put a lot of emphasis on their spiritual growth and following their own beliefs. They can be dreamers and constantly think about all the things they want to achieve. Interest and/or skills to manifest. An approach and desire to be different from the stereotypes of the people around them, that is, not to be like their family, people their age or friends. Ambivert tendencies. Search for justice and annoyance at people without integrity or values. A strong inclination to do the right thing. They may want to live in another country and they can easily achieve it.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

Here we find natives who put a great focus on achieving success. Strong need for achievement and to feel proud of themselves. Ambitious, with clear priorities and a non-conformist personality. High standards in themselves and other aspects of their life. Ease of achieving success and recognition. Focused on long-term plans, they do not waste time with the ephemeral and unreliable. They care a lot about their reputation and public image. They exude power, self-confidence and assertiveness, they can even give off dominant vibes. A lot of focus on their work, they seek to progress and have better things. It is likely that throughout their lives people will talk a lot about them. They know their worth and do not accept the minimum. It is necessary for these natives to find a balance between work and other areas of life and for them to acknowledge that they don’t need to achieve things in order to deserve things.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟏𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

Natives with many aspirations, desires and plans for the future. Their mind is planted in the future, which can cause them to think about it excessively. Anxious tendencies. Worry about what awaits them. They are people who deeply value friendship and seek to give this title only to those who truly deserve it. Loyal and constant friends. Strong ambition. They may have wanted to fit in with their youth. The older they get, the more they try to separate themselves from the search for acceptance. Need to differentiate themselves from their environment, to be themselves authentically and fight their own battles. They do not hesitate to express their points of view and are clear when they do not agree with something. Feeling of not fitting in easily. They prefer to be alone rather than pretend to be something they are not. They can experience major radical changes throughout their lives. They learn that holding on is not right or healthy for them. Struggle relying on others.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

There is a strong yearning to delve deeply for these natives, to not stay with what is obvious, tangible and mundane, to find a deeper meaning to what surrounds them... to themselves. Search for purpose and what makes your soul free. Feeling of not being able to fit in with everyone. Deeply emotional people and in touch with their emotions. Search for one's own healing. Feeling of constantly facing fears and triggers. Strong empathy and intuition. Be the mirror of the people you interact with. Rich inner world and they often seek to understand themselves on a deep level, to know themselves as much as they can. Desire to connect on a raw level with someone, as if they were baring their souls to the other. Tendency to isolate and/or feel alone even with people around. Spiritual sensitivity and deep creativity. Feeling of not having been seen and a motivation not to make those who appreciate you feel that way.

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rose24207 · 2 months ago

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Dark Mafia Lando Norris who is a very dangerous man, but for his darling girl, he's a completely soft man for her, possessive of her, but all the reader sees is his soft side. But reader hears some rumors that he's a very bad man and she asks Lando who asks her where she got thease ideas from and she tells him that one of his new men told her to be careful of him. So Lando reassures her nothing is true and he would never hurt her and goes to take care of this guy and set an example out of this guy in front of his men.

Soft for you

Summary: Lando Norris, a dangerous mafia leader, shows nothing but love and gentleness to his darling, but when she hears whispers of his darker side, he reassures her before taking ruthless action against the man who planted doubt in her mind.

Genre: Mafia!Lando, fluff, angst

TW: Mafia, Lando offs someone in this, lando being a manipulator and is gaslighting a little

A/N: love the idea!! Thank you for your request!

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The low hum of the city night filled the air, a mixture of distant car horns and murmured conversations drifting up to the penthouse balcony. You leaned against the railing, the cool breeze brushing against your skin. The view was spectacular, a sea of glittering lights stretching out below, but your attention was fixed on the man behind you.

Lando Norris sat on the plush outdoor couch, one arm draped over the backrest and a glass of whiskey in his other hand. His dark curls were tousled, and the faint glow of the city cast sharp angles across his face. Despite the powerful aura he carried, the smile he gave you was warm, soft, a stark contrast to the man you knew he was to the rest of the world.

“You’re staring, darling,” Lando teased, his voice smooth as velvet.

You flushed, caught in the act. “Am I not allowed to admire my boyfriend?”

Lando chuckled, setting the glass down and opening his arms to you. “Come here, then. Admire me up close.”

You obliged, sinking into the comfort of his embrace. His arms wrapped around you securely, and he kissed the top of your head. This was the Lando you knew—kind, gentle, and hopelessly devoted to you.

He was the type to remember your favorite snacks, to leave sweet notes around the house, and to hold you close whenever you felt even the slightest bit down.

But lately, you’d heard whispers—rumors that painted him in a completely different light.

It had started earlier that day, when you’d ventured downstairs to the ground floor of the high-rise building. Lando’s men were stationed everywhere, but they always greeted you with polite nods and respectful smiles. You were "Lando’s girl," a title that seemed to carry weight even among hardened men.

But today was different. A new recruit—someone you hadn’t seen before—had been standing near the entrance. He looked nervous, like he didn’t quite fit in with the polished, stoic demeanor of the others.

As you passed by, he’d glanced around before leaning in slightly.

“Miss…” he began hesitantly.

You paused, curious. “Yes?”

“I don’t mean to overstep,” he whispered, his eyes darting nervously. “But… you should be careful around him. Mr. Norris isn’t what he seems.”

You frowned, taken aback. “Excuse me?”

He shifted uncomfortably. “I’m just saying, he’s a dangerous man. You seem… nice. Just be cautious, okay?”

Before you could respond, another of Lando’s men appeared, barking an order that sent the recruit scurrying off.

The encounter left you shaken. You knew Lando’s world was different from yours, filled with power and influence, but you’d never imagined him as dangerous. He was your Lando—the man who brought you flowers and kissed your forehead before bed.

And yet, the recruit’s words lingered in your mind.

That evening, as you lay curled up on the couch with Lando, the curiosity finally got the better of you.

“Lando?” you asked softly.

He looked up from the book he’d been thumbing through, his dark eyes instantly attentive. “Yes, darling?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” he replied without hesitation, setting the book aside.

You hesitated, unsure how to phrase it. “I… heard something today. About you.”

His brows furrowed slightly, but his expression remained calm. “What did you hear?”

“Someone said… that you’re dangerous.”

For a moment, there was silence. Lando’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, but when he looked at you, his gaze was soft. “And who told you that?”

You hesitated again. “One of your new men. He told me to be careful around you.”

Lando’s lips pressed into a thin line, and the air around him seemed to shift. The warmth in his eyes cooled slightly, replaced by a glint of something sharper. Still, his voice remained gentle when he spoke.

“Darling, you know me,” he said, cupping your cheek in his hand. “You know I’d never hurt you. Never.”

“I know,” you whispered. “But… is it true? Are you—”

“Shh.” Lando pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Whatever they told you, it’s not something you need to worry about. My business… it’s complicated. But my only priority is keeping you safe and happy. Always.”

You wanted to believe him, and as he held you, his heartbeat steady beneath your cheek, the doubts began to fade.

Later that night, after you’d fallen asleep, Lando stood by the window, his phone pressed to his ear.

“Find out who the new recruit is,” he ordered, his voice low and icy. “The one who spoke to Y/N today.”

The man on the other end stammered. “Y-yes, sir. I’ll handle it.”

“No,” Lando snapped. “I’ll handle it. Make sure he’s in the warehouse tomorrow. I want everyone there.”

As he ended the call, his gaze softened when it landed on you, curled up peacefully in bed. For you, he was soft, gentle, and loving. But for anyone who dared to threaten that peace?

Lando Norris was a nightmare.

The next evening, Lando stood in the center of the dimly lit warehouse, his men gathered in a wide circle around him. At his feet, the new recruit knelt, trembling.

“You had one job,” Lando began, his voice eerily calm. “To follow orders. To stay in line. And yet, you thought it wise to speak to my girl. To fill her head with lies.”

The recruit stammered, his words incoherent.

“Silence,” Lando commanded, and the room fell deathly quiet.

He crouched down, his eyes locking onto the man’s. “Y/N doesn’t need to know about my business. She doesn’t need to see this side of me. Do you understand?”

The recruit nodded frantically, sweat dripping down his face.

“But now,” Lando continued, standing to his full height, “you’ve forced my hand. I have to set an example. Otherwise, what’s to stop the next idiot from doing the same?”

The recruit’s pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as Lando turned to his men.

“Watch closely,” he said coldly. “This is what happens when you cross me.”

When Lando returned home that night, the darkness in his eyes had vanished. He slipped into bed beside you, his arms wrapping around you protectively.

You stirred, blinking up at him sleepily. “You’re late,” you murmured.

“Business,” he said simply, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You nestled closer, sighing contentedly. “You’d tell me if there was something I needed to worry about, right?”

Lando kissed your forehead, his voice a soft promise. “You never have to worry, darling. I’ll always protect you.”

And as you drifted back to sleep, you had no idea just how far he would go to keep that promise.

Thank you for reading!!

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misswynters · 6 months ago

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Jacaerys Velaryon as your husband: headcanon

[note | might have some sensual undertones as my aemond headcanon. most fluffy just like his hair <3

He always wakes up early and insists on waking you up with a kiss on the forehead, followed by a gentle "Good morning, my love." He believes starting the day together sets the tone for a happy marriage.

He loves spending time with you, whether it’s flying on dragonback, practicing sword fighting, or reading in the library. He finds joy in sharing these moments and often surprises you with new books or small gifts related to your interests.

While he's not the best cook, Jacaerys loves trying out new recipes with you. The kitchen often becomes a place of laughter and fun, with him playfully stealing kisses while you both work on making a meal together.

He is incredibly protective of you. He ensures you are safe and feels secure at all times. His protective nature isn’t overbearing but rather comforting, making you feel cherished and loved.

He is very affectionate, always holding your hand, placing a hand on the small of your back, or brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. He believes in showing his love through small, constant gestures.

He is a great listener. No matter how busy he is, he always makes time to listen to your thoughts, dreams, and worries. He offers advice when needed but knows when to just be there for you.

He loves surprising you with spontaneous dates. Whether it’s a picnic by the sea, a midnight dragon ride, or a quiet evening under the stars, he always finds new ways to keep the romance alive.

He supports your ambitions and dreams wholeheartedly. He encourages you to pursue your passions and stands by you through any challenges, offering his unwavering support and love.

He is devoted to family. He dreams of having children with you and often talks about the future, imagining what your life together will be like. His eyes light up when he speaks about the possibility of a family. (would want 3 kids)

Life with him is never boring. He loves adventure and ensures you both experience the wonders of the world together. From exploring new lands to discovering hidden places, every moment with him is an exciting journey.

He makes it a point to remind you daily how much he loves and appreciates you. Whether it’s through words, actions, or little notes left around the house, he ensures you never forget how cherished you are.

Jace is an avid cuddler. He loves holding you close, especially at night. He believes there’s nothing more comforting than falling asleep in each other’s arms, knowing you are both safe and loved.

He believes in having shared goals and dreams. He often sits with you to discuss your future together, planning and setting goals that both of you can work towards, ensuring your lives are always intertwined.

Jace values emotional intimacy and works hard to maintain a deep connection with you. He is open about his feelings and encourages you to be the same, fostering a relationship built on trust and understanding.

Jace loves celebrating milestones, both big and small. From anniversaries to personal achievements, he ensures every special moment is celebrated, creating beautiful memories together.

Above all, he treats you with kindness and respect. He believes in mutual respect and ensures that your relationship is built on a foundation of love, trust, and understanding.

He takes his time exploring every inch of your body, his touches both tender and deliberate. His hands are gentle but firm, learning your responses and adjusting his movements to bring you the utmost pleasure.

When you both get intimate, he loves to whisper sweet nothings and his deepest desires into your ear. His breath against your skin adds to the sensation, making every word and sigh feel intensely personal and charged.

During your intimate moments, he moves with a rhythmic pace that leaves you begging for more. His movements are in sync with your own, creating a fluid, harmonious experience that makes you feel full.

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benkeibear · 5 months ago

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『 First Time 』

☼ synopsis: Tengen takes your virginity with utmost care and full of devotion to bring you pleasure

☼ character: Tengen

☼ wc: 1.5k

☼ cw: fem!reader, afab!reader, body worship, fingering, oral (reader receiving), mentions of handjobs, virginity loss, painful first time with comforting Tengen, love making, creampie, aftercare

Tengen was clear and respectful about it when you first told him that you have no experience and would therefore rather wait to indulge in any bedroom activities with him or even with his wives. He would wait for you as long as you needed, no pressure from his side, not even any advances. Your one-on-one time was usually spent showing each other nonsexual acts of intimacy, or maybe making out if you felt brave.

Each time you felt how excited he got, he would simply excuse himself and settle to cuddling you or doing something else entirely, always making sure to keep his promise of waiting and showing that he respects you - that was until you climbed back onto his lap after he carefully lifted you off. “My flower… do you want me to hold you?” He asked in a gentle voice, trying to keep your hips from touching his clothed erection. His smile faltered for a fraction of a moment when you shook your head but it came back when your lips locked with his again, trying to wiggle your hips out of his grasp.

“What's your plan, hm?” He asked curious between kisses and you finally managed to rub your covered core against him. “I'm ready… I think,” you whispered in his ear before leaving open mouthed kisses on his neck and his grip on your hips loosened, letting you grind yourself against him.

With Tengen nothing was taboo as long as it brought you pleasure, enjoying the way you tried to pleasure yourself by grinding against him, big hands guiding your hips slightly for more friction on both sides. “You think? Or are you sure?” He questioned curious, his lips ghosting over your pulse on your neck

“You know I will wait forever and ever without a single complaint,” he whispered the reminder against your skin but you let go of a breath. “I’m sure,Tengen Uzui… I want to be yours, body and soul.” You whispered back, sounding as sure as never before which made him shudder. To have you entirely was all he ever desired, to love and protect you, to call you his wife and part of his family.

As if a switch flipped within him, his kisses grew more desperate, tongue begging your lips for entrance with a smooth swipe across them and you let him in. His wet muscle was exploring your mouth like all these times before, but it still felt so unfamiliar, a need behind it you've never experienced before. Your arms wrapped around your boyfriend, grabbing and tugging at the fabric of his shirt which resulted in him taking it off quickly. “Someone’s eager… calm down, flower. Let me take care of you,” he hummed and flipped you around so you were under him, his impressive frame looming above yours which made the heat rise to your cheeks.

Skilled hands had your clothes removed in no time, leaving you in your underwear beneath him as endless praise fell from his lips. He compared you to the most beautiful things in the world, making your heart flutter for him. “If you need me to stop or slow down… don't hesitate to open your pretty mouth. Tonight is just about you,” he reminded you, lips traveling from your neck to your breast where he slowly took your bra off before attacking your chest with his skilled hands and lips. Soft mewls escaped your lips when he started gently sucking on your hardened bud, pinching the other one so you got equal stimulation. Before you got restless his kisses trailed further south, ending right above the hem of your underwear “Are you sure, my love?” He asked once more, looking at you full of love and lust, earning a nod from you in return - you were ready, needing him to touch you.

Tengen didn't need to ask a second time, trusting your words and actions and that you would stop him if you happened to change your mind. Soft hands removed the last piece of fabric on your body, a small smirk crept on his face upon seeing the effect he had on you.

“You're so wet for me already” he hummed in a teasing way before letting a single finger glide through your folds, stopping right on your clit just to see your reaction. The little whine he heard was enough to make him move his finger in slow circular motions until he had you squirming, replacing his finger with his tongue, a loud moan erupting from his chest when he tasted your slick. His eyes fluttered close, enjoying the way your juices melted on his tongue, the warmth of your cunt was addicting and before you knew it two of his fingers were buried knuckle deep inside of you. He took his time to push them inside but the sensation of his tongue swirling around your clit had all your attention at that moment, the attention slowly shifting over to his fingers working you open, curling against your sweet spot and scissoring them slightly.

Only after three orgasms he slowly pulled away, his face glistening with your juices while he licked his fingers clean.

“Do you want more? Or was this enough for your first?” He asked curious, not expecting you to please him in return or to go further than just getting pleased for the first time - he didn't mind much about his own pleasure, it was enough to see your chest heaving up and down from the harsh breaths you took after he worked his magic on you. To his surprise you sat up, skin glowing in the dim light and he swore that there's an angel sitting in his bed. When you reached for his pants, slowly pulling them down to expose his rock had length and letting it hit his abs he couldn't even react, enthralled by your ethereal beauty. With utmost care he took your hand from his length and held it in both of his

“You don't need to touch me… i just want you to lay back and relax today, let me spoil you,” he hummed, not wanting to be selfish and take the attention away from you when this was your first time - something he should make unforgettable for you. Your little pout caught him off guard “I promise you can touch me all you want after this… Tonight still or whenever but for now let me take care of you, yes?” He asked so gentle, trying to bring his plan across to you and you gave in, agreeing to him which also made you a little grateful that he's so selfless for your first time.

Tengens fingers resumed to cour core, fingering you and rubbing your clit with his thumb while he kissed you passionately for a while, his body back on top of yours. the moment you were asking for him to make you his, he chuckled and wrapped your legs around his hips, the tip of his cock already nestling between your folds, gently pushing into your entrance.

He was kissing you the entire time he pushed in, knowing that he was quite big so he took it slow, his hands laced with yours. The way your nails left behind crescent shaped cuts in his hands hurt his heart, hating the fact that he was the one hurting you - but the sweet moans falling from your lips once you got used to the stretch were like band aids to soothe his heart.

He wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumb and cupped your cheek gently before kissing your forehead and your lips “You're doing so well for me, my flower. Taking me so well,” He whispered loving, hips rocking against yours with a slow rhythm along with his hand snaking between your bodies to rub your bundle of nerves to give you the most pleasure. Your walls squeezed him like a vine when the knot in your stomach tightened and his hips started to stutter, his eyes shut tight until he felt your walls pulsate around him, watching your face contorted in pleasure as a silent scream fell from your lips followed by his name, whispered in repeat like some lewd chant and that was all it took for him to reach his high, pushing himself as deep as he possibly could before emptying his hot seed inside of you. The way he moaned your name almost had you falling over the edge once more, never have you heard your name in such a context, he sounded like an angel falling from grace above you.

Once the both of you have calmed down he remained slotted deep inside of you, his forehead resting against yours until he caught his breath. “I love you,” he whispered with a dumb grin, one of his hands traveling over your body to caress your sore thighs, knowing how your poor cunt must hurt after all of this and he couldn't wait to spoil you some more. “Let's take a bath, shall we?” He asked, still grinning like he just won the lottery as he picked you up, still impaled on his cock. “Only if you promise to keep going” You giggled into his neck, addicted to having him inside of you already.

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player279achlys · 15 days ago

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The masters of the games (Hwang In-Ho/Frontman x fem! reader)

Pairing: Hwang In-Ho/Frontman/Young-Il/player 001 x fem!reader

Summary: After winning the tournament of champions Achlys, a gentle yet resilient former champion, is drawn back into the madness not as a player but as the enigmatic Frontwoman. Opposite her stands Hwang In-Ho, the stoic and commanding Frontman, a man whose quiet demeanor masks an all-consuming obsession with her-a love born from years of watching her survive and thrive.

As they orchestrate the games' most horrifying iteration yet, tensions rise. The cruel demands of the VIPs-twice the contestants, thrice the bloodshed-clash with Achlys's compassion, while In-Ho's possessive devotion becomes increasingly evident. The two navigate their growing passion, tested by jealous VIPs vying for their attention and their roles as overseers of humanity's darkest instincts.

But in a world ruled by greed and violence, their connection becomes a dangerous rebellion-a bond so intense it threatens to eclipse the games themselves. As power, love, and obsession collide, Achlys and In-Ho must decide if their love can survive the games-or if it will become their greatest undoing.

grumpy x sunshine. Enemies to lovers. Friends to lovers.

Warnings (if any): Angst. In-Ho is obsessed with the Original f! Character. Afab character. Love triangle (kinda?). Violence and stuff like portrayed in the tv series Squid Games. Love in survival horror games.

MDNI although there’s no explicit smut this isn’t for y’all.

This is the second and last part of "Bound by the games" where Achlys and In-Ho become the leaders of the games and rule over that island together.

THAT SAID LET'S BEGIN!

The island was buzzing with activity as Achlys and In-Ho In-Ho stood side by side, overseeing the preparations for the anniversary games. The games this year were set to be grander, bloodier, and crueler than ever before—a direct demand from the VIPs. Achlys, now the new frontwoman, wore a flowing white gown that contrasted sharply with the geometric white mask that covered her face. Her ethereal appearance captivated everyone who laid eyes on her, including the VIPs who had begun arriving to observe the preparations.

In-Ho stood beside her, his gray suit tailored to perfection, his black mask exuding power and authority. Though he spoke little, his mere presence demanded respect. His eyes, however, rarely left Achlys, scanning her every movement with a mixture of admiration and possessiveness.

The VIPs had taken notice of her. Too much notice. And it was driving him insane.

"Frontwoman Achlys," one of the square guards addressed her with a bow, "the VIP quarters are ready."

"Thank you," she replied, her soft voice calm yet commanding. She turned to In-Ho, her eyes glinting with an emotion she rarely showed—excitement, perhaps, or nerves. "Everything's coming together."

In-Ho nodded, his gaze lingering on her for a moment too long. "It has to be perfect. They'll expect nothing less."

"And it will be," she said, placing a hand briefly on his arm. The simple touch sent a jolt through him, though he masked his reaction. "We've worked too hard to fail now."

His chest tightened. He couldn't ignore how effortlessly she seemed to command attention, how even her slightest actions stirred something primal within him. But he also couldn't ignore the way the male VIPs leered at her or the way they fawned over her during their brief interactions.

The evening of the VIP's grand arrival came quickly. Achlys stood at the entrance to their luxurious quarters, her gown glowing under the moonlight. The male VIPs approached her one by one, bowing or kissing her hand as they introduced themselves. In-Ho stood a few paces behind her, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white beneath his gloves.

One VIP in particular—a tall man with slicked-back hair and an air of arrogance��lingered too long. "You are a vision," he said, his English thick with a European accent. "Perhaps the true prize of these games is not the money but a moment in your presence."

Achlys forced a polite smile. "Your kind words are appreciated," she said, stepping back slightly.

The man wasn't deterred. "I hope to spend more time with you during my stay. Perhaps dinner?"

"She's busy," In-Ho interjected, his voice cold and firm as he stepped closer. His towering presence seemed to suck the air out of the room. The VIP gave a nervous chuckle before retreating, but the damage was done.

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That night, Achlys sat alone in her quarters, the events of the day replaying in her mind. A knock at the door startled her. She stood, smoothing her gown before opening it to find In-Ho, still dressed in his suit, his mask tucked under his arm.

"May I come in?" he asked, his voice low.

"Of course," she said, stepping aside.

He entered, his gaze scanning the room before settling on her. "That VIP... he made you uncomfortable."

Achlys hesitated, then nodded. "He did. But I can handle it."

In-Ho's jaw tightened. "You shouldn't have to."

Silence fell between them, heavy with unspoken emotions. Finally, Achlys broke it. "You're always watching out for me, aren't you?"

His eyes softened. "Always."

"Why?" she whispered, stepping closer. "Why do you care so much?"

For a moment, he looked away, struggling to find the words. When he met her gaze again, his expression was raw, unguarded. "Because you're the only thing in this world that matters to me."

Achlys's breath hitched. "In-Ho..."

Before she could say more, he closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was both desperate and tender. She melted into him, her hands gripping his jacket as if afraid he might disappear. When they pulled apart, their foreheads rested together, their breaths mingling.

"I've wanted this for so long," he admitted, his voice trembling.

"Me too," she whispered, her cheeks flushed. "I just... I didn't know how to say it."

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The anniversary games began with a spectacle that left the VIPs roaring with delight. The arena was larger, the challenges deadlier, and the stakes higher. Over 500 contestants had been gathered—three times the usual number. Greed and desperation hung thick in the air as the games progressed, each round more brutal than the last.

Achlys and In-Ho observed from their private balcony, their masks in place. The male VIP from before—Anton, as he had introduced himself—lingered near Achlys at every opportunity, his attention blatant and unnerving.

During one of the quieter evenings, Anton approached Achlys in the grand hall, a lavish gift box in hand.

"For you," he said, his voice dripping with charm. "A token of my admiration."

Achlys hesitated, glancing around for In-Ho, but he was nowhere in sight. Reluctantly, she accepted the box, opening it to reveal a stunning diamond necklace.

"It's beautiful," she said, her voice cautious. "But I can't accept this."

"Please," Anton insisted, stepping closer. "It would bring me great joy to see it on you."

Before Achlys could respond, a shadow loomed behind her. In-Ho appeared, his presence like a storm cloud. "She said no," he said, his voice dangerously low.

Anton raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "And who are you to decide for her?"

"The one who protects her," In-Ho replied, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Stay away from her."

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Later that night, Achlys found herself pacing in her quarters, the memory of Anton's advances fresh in her mind. But what unsettled her more was the sight of one of the female VIPs—the elegant and flirtatious Madame Ling—hovering around In-Ho during the day's events.

When In-Ho entered her quarters, she wasted no time. "Who was she?" she demanded.

In-Ho blinked, surprised. "Who?"

"The woman who couldn't keep her hands off you," she snapped, her jealousy flaring.

He smirked, stepping closer. "Are you jealous?"

"Yes," she admitted, her cheeks flushing. "I hate it."

He cupped her face, his touch gentle. "You have nothing to worry about. I don't see anyone but you."

Before she could respond, his lips claimed hers, the kiss filled with passion and promise. Achlys clung to him, her emotions spilling over as they lost themselves in each other.

The kiss deepened, their movements growing more frantic as the walls they'd built around themselves crumbled. In-Ho lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed as his hands explored her curves. Achlys shivered under his touch, her own hands tangling in his hair as their clothes were discarded piece by piece.

"I need you," he murmured, his voice raw with desire. "I've always needed you."

"You have me," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Their bodies moved together, each touch and kiss a declaration of their unspoken love. For that night, the horrors of the games faded, leaving only the two of them and the connection they shared.

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The anniversary games were in full swing, and the island had transformed into a sprawling arena of cruelty and chaos. Over the past two weeks, In-Ho In-Ho and Achlys, as frontman and frontwoman, had witnessed contestants battling not only for survival but for the favor of the VIPs. Each round was a calculated spectacle, designed to showcase the darkest corners of human greed and desperation.

The days stretched long with preparations and overseeing the events, but the nights... the nights were where the tension between Achlys and In-Ho simmered, threatening to boil over. They worked together flawlessly in public, their synchronized authority earning them the grudging respect of the VIPs. But behind closed doors, emotions ran wild—jealousy, desire, and unspoken confessions roiled between them.

The days grew more tense as Anton's interest in Achlys became bolder. His remarks shifted from subtle compliments to outright advances, his attempts to woo her bordering on obsession.

During a grand feast one evening, the VIPs were gathered in their private lounge overlooking the games. Achlys sat beside In-Ho, her white gown glowing under the golden lights. Across the table, Anton raised a glass to her.

"To the true star of these games," he said, his gaze locked on her. "Our radiant frontwoman, whose beauty could inspire wars."

The other VIPs chuckled, clinking their glasses, but In-Ho's grip on his own glass tightened to the point of cracking. Achlys forced a polite smile, her discomfort clear.

"Your praise is appreciated," she said diplomatically, glancing at In-Ho for support.

Anton wasn't deterred. "I mean it, my dear. Your presence here elevates these games to art. Perhaps you would allow me to gift you something worthy of your elegance?"

"She doesn't need anything from you," In-Ho said sharply, his voice cutting through the room. The VIPs turned, surprised by his rare outburst.

Anton raised an eyebrow, smirking. "I wasn't aware she had a handler."

"I'm not her handler," In-Ho replied, his tone icy. "But I am someone who ensures boundaries are respected."

The tension in the room was palpable, but Anton backed down with a dismissive wave. "Of course, of course. My apologies."

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The next day, a massive box arrived at Achlys's quarters. Inside was an elaborate diamond-encrusted bracelet, its design intricate and obviously expensive. Achlys stared at it, her stomach twisting.

"He won't stop," she muttered, frustration lacing her voice.

"You should've refused it outright," In-Ho snapped, his voice tight with barely controlled anger.

"I didn't ask for it," she shot back. "What was I supposed to do? Throw it in his face?"

"That wouldn't be a bad idea," he muttered, pacing the room.

Achlys sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Why does this bother you so much?"

He stopped, turning to face her. His mask of calm authority cracked, and raw emotion spilled through. "Because he wants what's mine."

Her breath caught at his words. "In-Ho—"

He stepped closer, his dark eyes boring into hers. "I've been patient. I've tried to keep this professional. But every time I see him looking at you, touching you, I—" He cut himself off, shaking his head. "You don't understand what you do to me."

"In-Ho," she said softly, placing a hand on his chest. "I'm not interested in that VIP or anyone else. Only you."

Her confession hung in the air, heavy and electric. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the weight of their emotions finally breaking the dam that had held them back.

In-Ho's lips crashed against hers, the kiss searing and desperate. Achlys responded with equal fervor, her arms wrapping around his neck as he pulled her close. The room seemed to blur around them, the only reality being the fire that burned between them.

He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed. "You don't know how long I've waited for this," he murmured against her skin, his voice trembling with desire.

"Show me," she whispered, her fingers trailing down his back.

Their clothes were shed in a flurry of motion, and as their bodies moved together, every touch and kiss became a declaration of the feelings they had suppressed for so long. In-Ho worshiped her with a reverence that made her heart ache, his hands and lips exploring every inch of her as if committing her to memory.

"You're mine," he whispered against her ear, his voice raw. "And I'll never let anyone take you from me."

"I'm yours," she replied, her voice equally fervent. "Always."

For hours, they lost themselves in each other, their connection deepening in ways neither had thought possible. The darkness of the world outside their door faded, leaving only the light they found in each other.

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The games continued, each round more brutal than the last. The contestants were pushed to their limits, forced to betray alliances, abandon friends, and sacrifice their humanity. The VIPs reveled in the spectacle, their laughter and applause a chilling backdrop to the carnage.

Achlys struggled with the cruelty she witnessed. Despite her role, she couldn't harden herself to the suffering. In-Ho noticed her turmoil, his protectiveness growing stronger.

"You're not like them," he said one night as they stood on their private balcony overlooking the arena. "That's why they're obsessed with you. You're real. Pure."

"I'm not pure," she replied, her voice tinged with bitterness. "I've done terrible things too."

"You survived," he said firmly. "And now, you're here. With me."

She turned to him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Sometimes, I wonder if I'm any better than them."

He cupped her face, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You are. Never doubt that."

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As the games neared their end, Anton made one last attempt to win Achlys's favor. During a private gathering, he cornered her, his intentions unmistakable.

"You belong with someone who appreciates you," he said, leaning closer. "Someone who can give you the world."

Achlys stepped back, her heart pounding. "I don't belong to anyone."

"Then let me change that," he said, reaching for her.

Before he could touch her, In-Ho appeared, his fury barely contained. He grabbed Anton by the collar, his voice a low growl. "Touch her again, and you'll regret it."

Anton sneered. "She deserves better than a broken man hiding behind a mask."

In-Ho didn't reply, but the look in his eyes promised retribution. He turned to Achlys, his hand on her lower back as he guided her away.

Later that night, Achlys sat in her quarters, the events of the evening replaying in her mind. In-Ho entered without knocking, his expression still dark with anger.

"I'm sorry," she said softly. "I didn't mean to cause trouble."

"It's not your fault," he replied, sitting beside her. "I just can't stand the thought of someone else having you."

"You already have me," she said, her voice trembling. "Don't you see that?"

His gaze softened, and he reached for her hand. "I do. And I'll do whatever it takes to protect you."

"I know," she said, leaning against him. "And I'll protect you too."

They sat in silence for a moment before he tilted her chin up, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was both tender and passionate. Their connection was undeniable, their bond unbreakable.

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The games continued with their relentless cruelty, the contestants dwindling as the rounds grew more vicious. The VIPs were more entertained than ever, their twisted laughter echoing through the grand halls. Among them, Madame Ling—a prominent female VIP known for her cunning charm—had taken an obvious interest in In-Ho In-Ho. Her advances, though subtle at first, were becoming bolder with each passing day.

Achlys noticed. She noticed everything, from the way Madame Ling brushed her hand against In-Ho's arm during conversations to the way her sharp, painted smile lingered on him. Though Achlys tried to mask her growing jealousy, it simmered just beneath the surface, threatening to spill over.

The VIP lounge was opulent, its golden walls and crystal chandeliers exuding wealth and power. Achlys and In-Ho stood side by side, their masks firmly in place, as they addressed the gathered VIPs about the next round of games. Achlys wore a flowing white gown that seemed to glow under the warm light, while In-Ho's dark suit and mask gave him an aura of command.

As the presentation ended, Madame Ling approached them, her silk dress shimmering as she moved. She placed a hand on In-Ho's arm, her ruby-red nails sharp against the fabric of his suit.

"Frontman," she purred, her voice dripping with charm. "You've done a magnificent job. Truly, these games are unparalleled."

"Thank you," In-Ho replied, his tone polite but distant. He didn't look at her, his focus instead darting briefly to Achlys, who stood stoically beside him.

"I'd love to discuss your methods sometime," Ling continued, stepping closer. "Perhaps over dinner? I'm sure you have fascinating stories to share."

Achlys felt her stomach twist, but she kept her expression neutral, refusing to let her emotions show. Instead, she cleared her throat, drawing both their attention. "The frontman has a busy schedule," she said smoothly. "I'm sure you understand."

Madame Ling's eyes flicked to her, a glint of amusement in them. "Of course, Frontwoman. Though, surely, even someone as busy as he is can spare an evening."

Achlys clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. "Perhaps. But we both have much to oversee."

In-Ho, sensing the tension, stepped away from Ling's grasp. "Excuse us," he said, his voice curt. He placed a hand on Achlys's lower back, guiding her away. The touch sent a thrill through her, even as her jealousy burned.

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Back in their quarters, Achlys paced the room, her frustration bubbling over. In-Ho leaned against the wall, watching her with an unreadable expression.

"She's persistent," Achlys muttered, more to herself than him.

"Who?" he asked, feigning ignorance.

"You know who," she snapped, turning to face him. "Madame Ling."

In-Ho's lips twitched into the faintest smirk. "Are you jealous?"

Her cheeks flushed, but she crossed her arms, lifting her chin defiantly. "Of course not. I just don't think it's appropriate for her to... distract you."

"She doesn't distract me," he said, his voice dropping. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "You do."

Achlys's heart raced as he closed the distance between them. "I'm not—"

"Don't lie," he interrupted, his hand cupping her cheek. "I see it in your eyes. You think I'd ever look at anyone else when you're here?"

She didn't answer, her breath hitching as his thumb brushed her cheekbone. "In-Ho..."

"I've told you before," he murmured, his lips inches from hers. "You're mine."

Her resolve crumbled, and she leaned into him, their lips meeting in a kiss that was both fierce and tender. The passion they had been suppressing erupted, their hands roaming as they clung to each other.

In-Ho lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed as his lips trailed down her neck. Achlys's fingers tangled in his hair, her breath coming in soft gasps. Every touch was electric, every kiss igniting a fire that consumed them both.

"In-Ho," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I... I've never felt like this before."

"Neither have I," he admitted, his voice rough with desire. "But I don't want it to stop."

Their clothes were discarded in a flurry of motion, and as their bodies pressed together, they moved with a synchronicity that spoke of their unspoken connection. Achlys clung to him, her heart pounding as he worshipped her with a reverence that brought tears to her eyes.

"You're everything," he murmured against her skin. "Everything I've ever wanted."

She held him tighter, her voice trembling as she replied, "And you're mine."

For hours, they lost themselves in each other, their love and desire obliterating the darkness that surrounded them. When they finally lay entwined, their breaths mingling, Achlys felt a peace she hadn't known in years.

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The following days were a blur of chaos and tension. The games grew even crueler, the contestants driven to the brink of madness as the VIPs demanded more blood, more betrayal. Achlys and In-Ho remained a united front, their relationship strengthening as they navigated the storm together.

But Madame Ling wasn't finished.

During a lavish gala for the VIPs, Madame Ling cornered In-Ho once again. This time, her approach was bolder. She placed a hand on his chest, her painted lips curving into a seductive smile.

"You're an enigma, Frontman," she said, her voice low. "I'd love to get to know you better."

In-Ho stepped back, his expression cold. "I'm not interested."

Ling's smile faltered, but she quickly recovered. "Not even a little?"

"No," he said firmly, his gaze unwavering. "My loyalty lies elsewhere."

Ling's eyes narrowed, but she didn't press further. She wasn’t used to being told no and it showed. As she walked away, Achlys appeared, having witnessed the exchange from a distance.

"She doesn't give up, does she?" Achlys said, her tone light but edged with bitterness.

In-Ho turned to her, his expression softening. "She doesn't matter. Only you do."

Achlys's jealousy melted away at his words, replaced by a warmth that spread through her chest. "Good," she said, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Because you're mine too."

That night, as they lay together in the privacy of their quarters, Achlys rested her head on In-Ho's chest, her fingers tracing patterns on his skin.

"This world is cruel," she said softly. "But with you, it feels less so."

He kissed the top of her head, his arms tightening around her. "I'll protect you from it. Always."

"I know," she whispered, her voice filled with trust. "And I'll protect you too."

Their bond, forged in the fires of the games, was unbreakable. Together, they would face whatever horrors lay ahead, knowing that as long as they had each other, they could endure anything.

The end.

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OKAY, let's not talk about the picture... I hate it.

This is how "bound by the games" end, a happy ending fro our broken couple.

I still don't quite like it but I'll be revising it.

As always, I love you, Achlys.

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a-case-of-attachment · 11 months ago

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Lucifer wouldn’t say he was possessive. Of course he’s not. You are your own person after all and Lucifer would never want to stop you from doing something or seeing someone. He would say he’s protective though, often having to come between you and a sinner who didn’t seem to realise you weren’t there for their benefit. One to many times Lucifer had let his eyes glow red, had smiled to wide and let his claws dig in when reminding the sinners stupid enough to think they could look upon you or even dared to tough you that you were far to heavenly to be sullied by their covetous gaze or blood stained hands. You never seemed to realise their intentions, oblivious to the attention a sweet smile and kind word got you.

And oh how sweet you were, just like apple pie and oh so tempting. Lucifer wanted to devour you, to sink his teeth into your supple flesh and leave his mark upon you for all of Hell to see. Maybe then he wouldn’t have to spend the entire time he was out with you watching every movement, listening to every word just to make sure you were treated with the respect you deserved. You would look so good with his mark on you, high up on your neck and unable to be hidden by clothes or jewels. A physical reminder of his claim upon your soul because heaven knows that no one seemed to care when you say you are his.

You were his though, just as much as he was yours. His to hold, to kiss, to love. His to laugh with, to cry with, to be honest and open with. He was yours and you were his and yet these sinners still couldn’t seem to wrap their twisted little minds round that fact, trying to take what wasn’t theirs without a care of the consequences of their actions. There were other ways for him to show Hell that you were taken, other marks he could place upon you that would make it clear just how far out of their reach you were.

Lucifer watched you from across the crowded room, red eyes narrowing as a deluded sinner stepped closer to you, undeserving of your attention. Normally Lucifer would already be across the room, quick to end the sinners unwanted advances before they had a change to really begin, but not tonight. No, tonight Lucifer waited and watched, content to sip at his apple martini as he waited for the right moment to strike. Others were already starting to notice, eyes turning towards you the longer it went without Lucifer chasing off the little wretch. Good. Let them look. The more eyes in you the better. Lucifer wanted everyone here to see, to witness his claim on you and your subsequent claim on him.

The foolish sinner made the mistake of leaning in closer, their hand on the small of your back as they whispered something in your ear. It was like the whole room held its breath, a sense of dread and anticipation filling the air because surely Lucifer would intervene now? Of course he would. He couldn’t tolerate such filth laying their hands upon your divine being but he was sure what came next wouldn’t be what was expected.

Finishing his drink Lucifer slowly made he was through the crowd, his eyes never losing sight of you. The box in his trouser pocket felt heavy, his heart thumbing away in his chest as his own anticipation grew. It didn’t take much to get rid of the sinner, just a toothy grin and a flash of red eyes that that had them running off with their tails between their legs. All your attention was on him now and it was like everyone else in the room disappeared, Lucifer captivated by your sweet smile and adoration filled eyes.

Yes there were other ways for him to place his claim on you, ways that involved less teeth and more declarations of love and devotion. Lucifer would see the two of you bound together, your place at his side unmistakable as he forced all of Hell to bow at your feet like the goddess you were. And who better to start than him, Licifer gracefully sinking down on to one knee before you as he pulled out the ring box. Gasps filled the air, a gentle murmur of hushed voices following close behind but he was too focused on you to care what was being said. Wordlessly you held your hand out towards him, your eyes still full of love and devotion as you waited patiently for him to claim you as him before all those present and who was he to deny you.

Slipping the ring on your finger satisfied some deep part of Lucifer that practically growled at seeing the golden snake wrapped around your finger, a blood red ruby shaped like an apple held within its open jaw. There was a round of applause, the sound of it getting lost to the persistent chant of mine, mine, mine that ran through his mind. You were his, soon to be bound to him by ritual and he couldn’t be happier.

So maybe he was a little possessive after all but could you really blame him. Lucifer loved you with every fibre of his being and soon all of Hell would know it to.

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leonastarry · 20 days ago

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Hiii! Can I request some hcs about sung-jinwoo x goo gunhees daughter. Lol I don’t have much to it. Or maybe a fix if it’s easier

[ Req 10 ] Headcanons ✧. ┊ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭s.jinwoo x goo gunhee's daughter!reader

Relationship Beginnings:

Meeting Through Work: As the daughter of the esteemed Chairman of the Hunter's Association, you often crossed paths with Jinwoo during critical association meetings. At first, it was purely professional—polite greetings and a few words exchanged during debriefs.

The Turning Point: Jinwoo’s quiet demeanor caught your interest, and while he respected you as someone connected to Chairman Goo, it wasn’t until he saw you in action during a gate cleanup that his admiration truly bloomed. Watching you protect civilians while holding your own against high-ranking beasts left an impression on him.

Subtle Crushes: Jinwoo, being as reserved as he is, didn’t act on his feelings immediately. Instead, he found himself offering to escort you after meetings or checking in on you after particularly dangerous missions, using excuses like 'making sure the Chairman’s daughter stays safe.'

Dynamic:

Supportive Yet Independent: You’re fiercely independent, which Jinwoo admires, but it also makes him worry. Even as an experienced hunter, he can’t shake the instinct to shield you from harm.

Playful Banter: Despite his serious exterior, Jinwoo softens around you. Your quick wit often draws out rare laughs or teasing smirks from him, much to the astonishment of his shadows.

Shared Responsibility: You both take protecting others seriously, often exchanging strategies or sparring together to improve your skills. It’s during these quiet moments that your bond strengthens the most.

With Chairman Goo:

Protective Father: Chairman Goo initially felt conflicted. While he trusted Jinwoo’s integrity, the idea of his daughter being close to someone as enigmatic and powerful as Sung Jinwoo made him wary.

Earning His Trust: Over time, seeing how Jinwoo treats you—with respect, patience, and unyielding devotion—wins over the Chairman. Though he’s still prone to making subtle 'dad jokes' about keeping an eye on Jinwoo.

Shared Respect: Jinwoo holds Chairman Goo in high regard, not just as a leader but as your father. He often takes extra precautions to ensure the Chairman’s safety during crises, knowing how much he means to you.

Romantic Moments:

Protective Instincts: While Jinwoo respects your strength, he can’t help but step in if he senses you’re overwhelmed in battle. You often scold him afterward, reminding him you’re capable, but he just shrugs with a small smile. "Can’t help it."

Gentle Gestures: Jinwoo shows his love in quiet ways—slipping a warm drink into your hands after a mission, pulling you closer under his jacket on cold nights, or silently shielding you from stray attacks during a raid.

Dates Amid Chaos: Finding peace in a world of gates and monsters is rare, but you make it happen—whether it’s stargazing on top of a building after clearing a gate or sharing takeout in Jinwoo’s apartment.

Reassurance: You’re one of the few people who can ease Jinwoo’s doubts about his overwhelming power. Your steady presence reminds him that he’s still human, still deserving of love and happiness.

The Shadows’ Perspective:

Beru’s Approval: Beru, in particular, adores you, referring to you as 'my liege’s radiant companion.' His over-the-top praise often makes you and Jinwoo exchange amused glances.

Igris's Loyalty: Igris is more reserved but subtly protective of you, always ensuring no harm comes your way when you’re near.

Shadows Gossiping: The shadows are deeply invested in your relationship, with smaller ones sometimes gossiping about your interactions. Jinwoo often silences them with a glare, but you secretly find it endearing.

Long-Term Vision:

Power Couple: Together, you and Jinwoo become an unstoppable duo in the hunter world, your combined strength and strategic minds earning respect and admiration.

Balancing Lives: Despite your dangerous lifestyles, you both make time for each other, knowing how fleeting peace can be. You anchor each other in ways no one else could.

Legacy of Strength: Should you ever have children, Chairman Goo is the proudest grandfather imaginable, spoiling them while Jinwoo secretly trains them with his shadows.

Hope you like it ❤

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fel-09 · 28 days ago

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General Acacius x Isekai! Reader x emperor Geta

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Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Get into the movie? What a joke Part 2

In the hands of the general, you felt weightless. His firm grip around you conveyed both strength and purpose as he carried you effortlessly through corridor after corridor, his stride unwavering. Acacius wasn’t the kind of man to leave a woman in distress, but you... You were a different case entirely. If he were honest, he might have left you there, but his conscience wouldn’t allow it.

Why, you might wonder? Because you weren’t just any woman. You were one of the most talked-about figures in all of Rome, though not for the reasons one might hope. By some cruel twist of fate, you had found yourself inhabiting the body of a woman whose reputation in Roman society was as colorful as it was tarnished. To put it mildly, you were a scandalous personality, one whom even emperors preferred to avoid. Yet despite the rumors, your name carried weight—thanks to status and wealth, which in Rome, could silence even the sharpest tongues.

Acacius had stepped in not only because you were a woman but also out of respect for your father, Flavius Cornelian. A man of unwavering integrity, Flavius had always been a close ally of the general, though his blind devotion to his daughter often tested that honor. You, however, were a paradox. Highly intelligent and gifted with mathematical prowess, you had secured an enviable position as Rome’s overseer of finances—a role almost unheard of for a woman. Yet your actions often defied approval. Many whispered accusations of corruption behind your back, though no concrete evidence ever surfaced. Others gossiped about your alleged affairs, though again, there were no witnesses to speak of. The truth lay buried beneath your father’s protective shadow, for Flavius loved you dearly and would go to any length—even to the point of erasing all evidence—to shield you.

Acacius finally emerged from the maze-like corridors of the villa, breathing a heavy sigh as the cool air brushed against his skin. He adjusted his hold on you, your damp figure pressed closely to his chest. The subtle, sweet scent of vanilla clung to your skin, a fragrance both intoxicating and distracting. It was a scent he expected—a bold, alluring aroma for such a headstrong and unconventional woman. It stirred something within him, and he immediately cursed himself for noticing.

“Focus,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head to dispel the unwelcome thoughts. Yet the sensation of your warm skin against his, the rhythmic sound of your breath, and the way you clung to him for support—it all gnawed at his resolve.

Descending the marble steps that led away from the villa’s gardens, Acacius quickened his pace. Servants turned to steal curious glances, their whispers trailing behind him like shadows.

“Well, there’ll be no shortage of rumors now,” he muttered bitterly, casting a sideways glance at you. Your wide, sky-blue eyes stared up at him, still dazed and brimming with unspoken questions. Your scent lingered in the air, each breath he took making it harder to maintain his composure.

Reaching the waiting carriage, Acacius wasted no time. He opened the door with a swift motion and gently set you down on the cushioned seat, retreating as though putting distance between you would help him regain his composure.

“Safe travels, Lady Flavia Plautia,” he said curtly, his tone clipped as he avoided meeting your gaze. “I regret that your visit had to end so abruptly.”

“Wait, I—” You began to speak, but the door shut before you could finish.

Through the window, you watched as Acacius gave a firm nod to one of his men. “Ensure Lady Flavia Plautia reaches her home safely,” he ordered, his voice a sharp contrast to the gentleness he had shown you just moments ago.

As the carriage began to move, you stared back at him, your mind reeling. Your fingers gripped the folds of your damp garments as an overwhelming flood of emotions threatened to consume you. The events of the past few hours were too much to process.

“But... my name is [Your Name],” you whispered, though the words fell unheard as the carriage carried you away from the villa.

Two hours passed before your thoughts began to settle. The rhythmic motion of the carriage and the quietude of the journey allowed your racing mind to catch its breath. Piece by piece, you began to piece together the fragments of this strange, surreal reality.

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Part 3 will be by number of requests

And I also think if someone wants I can make this fanfic on wattpad

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earthlybeam · 1 month ago

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Just some random headcanons i think that fit Gil-Galad (my opinion)

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Gil-galad Version below. (I will be doing more for Gil-galad and other characters)

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Gil-galad’s Love Language? Gil-galad’s love language is subtle and refined, weaving together acts of service, quality time, and physical touch, all rooted in his deep sense of responsibility and respect. He expresses affection with quiet dignity, preferring meaningful actions over grand, sweeping gestures. His love is steady and unwavering, deeply tied to his values and commitment. Though his emotions are not immediately visible, when he loves, his devotion is profound.

Acts of Service: As a king, Gil-galad sees his duty as a way of life. He applies this same philosophy to his relationship, viewing the well-being of his significant other as a natural extension of his duty. His acts of service are rooted in his commitment to their comfort and safety, whether it’s through shielding them from the weight of his royal responsibilities or offering them a safe refuge in a world filled with turmoil. He is not one to overtly ask for gratitude, but every action he takes for their benefit speaks volumes about the depth of his care.

Quality Time: Due to his royal obligations, time alone with his significant other is often scarce, yet when it does occur, it is cherished. Gil-galad’s love is shown through undistracted attention and shared silence. His calm, composed demeanor ensures that the time spent together is meaningful, as he is fully present in the moment. In these instances, there is no rush, no pressure—only a deep, mutual understanding that these moments are precious.

Physical Touch: Though initially reserved and cautious, Gil-galad expresses love through the gentleness of physical touch when he feels emotionally secure. His touches are tender and deliberate, never forceful or rushed. The brush of his fingers against their skin, the soft resting of his hand on their shoulder, or the quiet pressure of his lips on their forehead serve as a constant reminder of his care. When he is emotionally invested, his touch is grounding and sincere—a silent but profound declaration of his affection.

How Does Gil-galad View His Significant Other?Are they the light in their life? Best friend? Savior, etc.? Gil-galad’s view of his significant other is one of deep respect and admiration, balanced by his long-standing wariness of attaching his heart too easily. His love is not rooted in youthful infatuation or an idealized fantasy. Instead, his partner becomes the light that helps him navigate the dark complexities of his life. They are not just the person he loves—they are the only one who fully understands him, who bears witness to the weight of his crown and the soul beneath it. They provide solace and refuge, offering a reprieve from the incessant burdens of kingship. In his eyes, they are his confidante and his anchor—someone who balances the often isolated nature of his rule with warmth, offering both companionship and peace. They are the one person who doesn’t see him as simply the High King, but as the person he is outside of his royal title. His love for them is not easily displayed, but it is constant and unwavering. His significant other is his best friend, the person who understands his needs and desires without words, and the one who gives him space to be vulnerable. They are the silent strength beside him, filling the spaces left by the demands of his leadership.

How Does Gil-galad Act When Falling Out of Love? If Gil-galad were to fall out of love, it would be a slow, methodical process—one that takes place within the quiet recesses of his heart. His outward demeanor would remain unchanged for a time, as he remains dignified and courteous. However, his affection would gradually diminish, as he distances himself both emotionally and physically. His attentions would no longer be as focused; the warmth that once radiated from his actions would fade. Gil-galad’s natural reserve would make him less likely to express pain or frustration openly, and he would retreat into his royal duties, using them as a shield to avoid confrontation. If it were a mutual parting, he would handle it with grace and honor, never allowing the emotional distance to manifest in animosity or bitterness. Instead, he would remain a steadfast presence in their life, though without the intimacy that once existed. He would not give in to manipulative displays, like crocodile tears, as his moral code would guide him to act with integrity. His duty, his sense of honor, and his emotional resolve would all remain intact, even as the bond between them waned.

Would Gil-galad Do Anything for His Significant Other? Gil-galad’s love is selfless, but it is not without boundaries. He is deeply committed to his role as king, and he will never allow his personal desires or attachments to undermine his responsibility to his people or his moral code. However, within the boundaries of honor and duty, he would move mountains for his significant other. He would go to great lengths to ensure their safety and well-being, even at great personal cost, though he would never act in a way that compromised his integrity or the larger good. His love would lead him to make difficult choices and sacrifices, but always with careful consideration of the consequences. He would not be easily swayed by emotion alone, especially if it involved compromising the welfare of his people or the laws of his kingdom. His devotion is steadfast and unwavering, and while he is not easily manipulated, his love for his partner would drive him to offer everything he has—except his honor and his duty.

How Does Gil-galad Kiss? Gil-galad’s kisses are imbued with thoughtfulness and intention, never rushed or given in fleeting moments of impulsivity. Each kiss is an act of devotion, a reflection of his deep and enduring love. He approaches the act with the same care and gravity that he brings to every facet of his life, ensuring that his affection is expressed in ways that resonate with meaning and sincerity.

Forehead Kisses These are his most frequent and cherished expressions of love, carrying with them a quiet reverence. A kiss placed gently on the forehead is not just a mark of affection but a profound symbol of respect and admiration. To Gil-galad, this gesture is sacred—a way of honoring his partner’s presence in his life. It conveys protection, care, and a silent vow to always be there. These kisses often come during quiet moments, such as when his significant other is lost in thought, resting, or simply in need of reassurance. They are his way of saying, “You are safe with me,” without needing to speak a word.

Kisses on the Lips When Gil-galad kisses his significant other on the lips, the act is measured and deliberate, carrying with it the full weight of his emotions. These kisses are not fueled by fleeting passion but by a deeper connection, a profound sense of unity and trust. His lips meet theirs softly, lingering just long enough to communicate what words cannot: his unwavering love, his steadfast loyalty, and the unspoken promise that they will always have his heart. Every kiss is an affirmation of their bond, a reminder that his love is enduring and absolute.

Touch Gil-galad’s kisses are rarely given in isolation—they are always accompanied by the warmth of his touch. Whether his hand rests gently against their cheek, cradles the back of their neck, or rests lightly on their waist, his touch is a grounding force. It serves as an anchor, a way of silently telling his partner that they are cherished and valued. His touch is tender, never forceful, always respectful. It is a physical manifestation of the unshakable promise of his love and devotion. For Gil-galad, every kiss is more than an expression of affection—it is a reflection of his character and the depth of his feelings. Whether a forehead kiss offered in quiet moments of reflection, or a lingering kiss on the lips shared in the intimacy of their love, his kisses are deliberate, meaningful, and imbued with the full measure of his heart.

What’s His Favorite Part of His Significant Other?Gil-galad’s love is not rooted in superficial attraction but in the quiet, enduring qualities that his significant other embodies. He is captivated by their inner strength, the way they navigate the complexities of life with a grace that feels like a balm to his often chaotic and war-torn world. Their calm and composed demeanor, even in the face of adversity, is a source of comfort to him—a steady presence that contrasts the storm of responsibilities and burdens he must shoulder as High King. Beyond their external poise, he is deeply drawn to their mind. If they possess insight, intelligence, or a shared vision for a better Middle-earth, Gil-galad finds himself endlessly fascinated by their conversations. Whether discussing matters of state, the future of their people, or simply sharing quiet reflections, he treasures the way their thoughts resonate with his own ideals. Their wisdom and clarity are a reminder to him of the better world they strive to build together. However, it is their spirit that truly holds his heart. Their kindness, empathy, and ability to find light even in the darkest times are what he admires most. He observes how they care for others, how their actions are guided by compassion, and how their love extends not only to him but to the world around them. To Gil-galad, these qualities are rare and precious, a testament to their strength and beauty in a world that often feels unyielding. Whether they are offering a kind word to someone in need or standing firm in their convictions, their essence inspires him. To him, they are not just a source of love and companionship but a reminder of what makes life worth fighting for—a beacon of hope and goodness in a realm often overshadowed by darkness.

Is Gil-galad Protective? Yes, Gil-galad is profoundly protective of his significant other, though his protective nature is marked by quiet dignity and subtlety rather than overt or possessive displays. His concern for their safety stems not from insecurity but from a deep understanding of the fragility of life in a world constantly threatened by conflict. Gil-galad’s protection is woven into his every action, a steady and unspoken promise to shield them from harm, whether it be physical, emotional, or spiritual. He ensures their safety in ways that might not always be visible—arranging trusted guards, creating a peaceful environment within the chaos of war, or subtly steering them away from potential danger. His thoughtfulness extends to their emotional well-being as well. Gil-galad understands the weight that comes with being close to someone of his station and does everything in his power to ease that burden, protecting them from the pressures of his role as High King. Though he may not always express his fears or concerns verbally, his actions speak for him. If danger arises, Gil-galad would stand unflinchingly between his significant other and any threat, even if it meant putting himself in harm’s way. He would face such challenges with calm determination, his primary focus always being their safety and peace. His protectiveness is never overbearing but instead stems from love and respect. It’s the quiet way he ensures they are always cared for, the moments he shields them from unnecessary worry, and the lengths he would go to keep them safe, even at great personal cost. His protection is a natural extension of his love—a steady, unwavering force born from his profound care and the knowledge of what it means to lose what is most precious.

How Far Will Gil-galad Go to Take Care of a Sick S/O? When his significant other falls ill, Gil-galad’s care becomes all-encompassing, driven by a deep, unwavering love. The composed High King, often burdened with the weight of his realm, would shed his regal exterior to focus entirely on their well-being. No detail would escape his notice—he would personally ensure they receive the best possible care, summoning the most skilled healers and overseeing every aspect of their treatment. Nothing would be left to chance under his watch. Time itself would feel suspended as he dedicates himself to their recovery. He would spend long hours by their side, his presence a quiet reassurance of his devotion. Whether reading softly from ancient tomes, whispering words of encouragement, or simply sitting silently with their hand in his, Gil-galad’s presence would be a constant source of comfort. He would soothe them with the steady calm of his voice, using both words and touch to ease their pain. If their condition grew serious, his priorities would shift entirely—no diplomatic duty, no royal council, no matter how pressing, would come before their care. He would remain with them, his usual stoic demeanor softened by concern, until he was certain they were out of danger. Even in the smallest gestures, his love would shine—adjusting their blankets to ensure they are warm, bringing fresh water, or placing a hand gently on their forehead to check their temperature. For Gil-galad, there is no higher calling than safeguarding their health and happiness, and he would exhaust every resource, even his own strength, to see them well again.

How Does Gil-galad Cheer His Significant Other Up? When his partner is feeling low, Gil-galad provides quiet, steadfast support, becoming a calm and grounding presence in their moment of need. He listens with unwavering patience, allowing them to speak freely, his attention wholly focused on their words. He never rushes to offer solutions but instead chooses his responses with care, his deep wisdom shining through as he offers thoughtful reassurance or gentle perspective. To lift their spirits, he might suggest a walk through Lindon’s tranquil gardens or along its serene shores, believing in the restorative power of nature’s beauty. These peaceful moments, shared in silence or with soft conversation, help ease their burdens. Additionally, Gil-galad often shows his care through small, deeply personal gestures. He might present them with wildflowers picked during his travels or a handcrafted token—simple yet heartfelt reminders of his love. His ways may be understated, but they carry the weight of his unshakable devotion, offering comfort that lingers long after the moment has passed.

How Does Gil-galad React When They Find Out Their S/O Is Dead? Gil-galad’s reaction to the death of his significant other would be one of profound, silent grief. As a king, he is no stranger to loss, but the death of his beloved would strike a blow unlike any he has ever endured. His emotional reserve and composed demeanor would prevent him from outwardly expressing raw anguish in the presence of others, but the depth of his sorrow would be unmistakable to those who know him well. In the Immediate Moment: Upon receiving the news, Gil-galad would remain stoic and composed, his features unreadable as he absorbs the weight of what has happened. He would not lash out in anger or collapse in despair; instead, he would likely dismiss himself from any company, retreating into solitude to process the enormity of his loss. His responsibilities as king would compel him to maintain control, but his mind would be awash with memories of his beloved—their voice, their smile, their touch—all now gone.

In Private Mourning: Alone, Gil-galad would allow himself the rare luxury of grief. Tears, though infrequent and hard-won, might fall in these private moments as he reflects on the love they shared. He would likely find solace in small tokens or reminders of their time together—a piece of jewelry, a note, or an object they once cherished. These would become sacred to him, fragments of a life now forever altered. He might spend long hours in quiet reflection, perhaps seeking comfort in the starlit skies of Lindon, where he feels closest to their memory.

How He Carries On: Despite the depth of his loss, Gil-galad would not falter in his duties as king. His sense of responsibility to his people would not allow him to succumb fully to despair. Outwardly, he would appear unchanged—calm, composed, and resolute—but those closest to him might notice subtle differences. His smiles would be rarer, his silences longer, and his moments of solitude more frequent. The weight of their absence would become a constant companion, a quiet ache that he bears silently.

How It Changes Him: The loss of his significant other would leave an indelible mark on Gil-galad, shaping him in ways both visible and invisible. He would likely grow even more introspective, his already solemn nature deepened by the pain of losing someone so dear. His sense of purpose as king might intensify, driven by a need to honor their memory through his actions. However, he would carry with him a lingering sorrow, a quiet reminder of the love he once held and the cost of his long years in Middle-earth. To the outside world, Gil-galad would remain the unyielding High King, but those who look closer would see a man forever changed by loss. Though he would carry on, as he always does, his beloved’s memory would remain etched into his heart, a bittersweet presence that both burdens and sustains him through the ages.

What Makes Gil-galad Worry About His S/O the Most? Gil-galad, as a king and a partner, carries an innate sense of responsibility for those he loves. His worries about his significant other stem from the deep care and protection he feels for them, as well as the unique pressures of his station. Their Safety: Gil-galad’s greatest worry is that his partner might face danger, especially in times of conflict or unrest. Having seen the toll of war and strife, he is acutely aware of how fragile life can be. The thought of them being caught in harm’s way, particularly while he is away fulfilling his royal duties, is a constant source of anxiety. While he trusts their strength and resourcefulness, he cannot help but fear the unpredictability of the world—a stray arrow, an unforeseen ambush, or an enemy too strong to evade. When apart, he often finds himself wondering if they are safe, his mind replaying worst-case scenarios he would rather not imagine. Their Emotional Well-being: As a ruler, Gil-galad understands the emotional burdens that come with responsibility and conflict. He fears that the pressures of his life might spill over into their world, placing an undue weight on their heart. He worries that they might quietly endure these struggles, not wanting to burden him further, even though he would gladly bear anything for them. His fear is not that they lack resilience but that they might carry their pain in silence, unwilling to let him see the toll it takes. He remains vigilant, watching for signs of unease, and does all he can to create a space where they feel safe enough to share their feelings.

Their Health: Distance amplifies Gil-galad’s worries. When his partner is far away from him, his anxiety over their physical well-being grows. He fears the possibility of illness or injury, imagining them enduring suffering without his presence to comfort or care for them. The idea of them in pain, unable to receive the attention and support he would willingly provide, weighs heavily on his mind. Even when they are near, he is quietly attentive to their health, watching for subtle signs of fatigue or discomfort and acting swiftly to ensure they have what they need to recover. In every worry he holds for them, his love is evident. Though he trusts their strength and independence, his protective nature and deep affection make their safety, emotional well-being, and health a constant focus in his heart and mind.

How Often Does Gil-galad Stare Lovingly at His S/O? Gil-galad’s love is most often expressed through the quiet intensity of his gaze. Though he is not one for overly verbal declarations of affection, his eyes reveal everything he feels for his significant other. He frequently finds himself watching them with silent adoration, especially in unguarded moments when they are unaware of his attention. When his partner is lost in thought, immersed in a task, or simply enjoying a quiet moment, Gil-galad’s gaze softens into something tender and reverent. He studies the curve of their smile, the way their hands move, or the way the light catches in their hair. In those moments, the weight of his responsibilities fades, and all that exists is them—a quiet reprieve from the burdens of kingship. He cherishes these opportunities to simply be present with them, as though he is committing every detail of their being to memory. His love is palpable in these stolen glances, his expression filled with a mixture of awe, devotion, and gratitude for the joy they bring to his life. During shared conversations or intimate moments, his gaze lingers, conveying the depth of his feelings even when words fail him. And though he tries to temper the intensity of his emotions, his love still shines through in those private, stolen moments when his walls fall away. For Gil-galad, staring lovingly at his significant other is not a conscious act but an inevitability—a reflection of just how deeply they’ve become a part of him.

How Does Gil-galad Impress His Significant Other? Gil-galad does not seek to impress with grand, flashy gestures or displays of wealth. Instead, he leaves a lasting impression through the quiet strength of his character and the depth of his actions. His steadfast devotion, wisdom, and unshakable honor form the foundation of his appeal. As a king, he commands respect naturally, but it is the subtle, deeply personal ways he expresses love and care that truly captivate his significant other. He leads by example, showing that his love is not just spoken but lived. Whether it’s through the thoughtful allocation of his precious time, ensuring his significant other feels seen and valued despite his many responsibilities, or through small, deeply meaningful acts of kindness, his care is evident in every detail. For instance, he might remember their favorite flower and quietly ensure it’s in bloom in the gardens, or he might set aside a moment of peace in his hectic schedule just to be with them, offering his undivided attention.

Gil-galad’s sense of integrity also plays a crucial role. His partner is drawn to the way he remains true to his principles, no matter the pressures or temptations he faces as High King. His reliability is magnetic—he is someone who can always be counted on, and his consistency in both leadership and love reassures his partner that they are cherished in every moment, even when life is tumultuous. His presence alone is enough to inspire admiration. The way he holds himself with quiet dignity, the way he listens intently, and the calm, steady way he speaks all reflect a man whose essence is rooted in purpose and love. For his significant other, Gil-galad doesn’t need to perform or try to impress. The constancy of his love, the thoughtfulness in his actions, and the balance he finds between duty and affection all make it clear how much they mean to him. To be loved by him is to know a devotion as deep and unyielding as the tides.

Extra bonus (these parts just for fun, love writing them 😈🙈)

🜲 Gil-galad has a secret sweet tooth. Despite his regal demeanor and warrior-king image, Gil-galad loves pastries, especially honey cakes. He keeps a stash of them hidden in his chambers, which he enjoys in private, away from the eyes of his court. His stoic face doesn’t give it away, but he’ll sneak a bite if no one is looking.

🜲 He talks to his horses like they’re old friends. While Gil-galad is known for his serious, dignified presence, he has a deep affection for his horses. He’ll often mutter calming words or give them encouraging pats, treating them like trusted companions rather than mere beasts of burden.

🜲 Gil-galad owns a collection of strange trinkets. Over the years, he’s accumulated odd, seemingly insignificant items from his travels—rocks from distant lands, a piece of Elven jewelry from an ancient time, a carved figurine from a faraway village. He doesn’t display them openly, but he keeps them in a hidden drawer, occasionally taking them out to remember old times.

🜲 He hums absentmindedly while thinking. When deep in thought or when planning strategies, Gil-galad has a tendency to hum softly to himself. It’s a strange habit for someone so composed, and those around him find it oddly comforting. It’s as though the hum helps him sort through his thoughts, though he rarely realizes he’s doing it.

🜲 Gil-galad has a weird attachment to a certain chair. There’s one chair in his council room that he always sits in during meetings, and no one else is allowed to use it. It’s not particularly more comfortable than any other chair, but for some reason, Gil-galad has a deep attachment to it. It’s become a running joke among his closest advisors, who often wonder if there’s any deeper significance to it.

🜲 He has a soft spot for small animals. While many Elves are known for their affinity with nature, Gil-galad has an especially soft spot for small creatures like squirrels, rabbits, and even butterflies. He might quietly watch them in the wild or stop to feed them if he’s walking alone in the woods. He finds their innocence and carefree nature oddly comforting.

🜲 Gil-galad is a hugger—but only for certain people. Despite his composed exterior, Gil-galad is surprisingly affectionate with those he considers close friends or family. When he’s had a particularly trying day, he may surprise someone with a spontaneous hug, which is rare for an Elf of his status. His hugs are warm, comforting, and a rare glimpse into the man beneath the crown

🜲 Gil-galad has a favorite childhood toy he can’t part with. Deep inside his chambers, behind a locked chest, is a small carved wooden animal—an heirloom from his youth. It’s something he’s kept hidden for centuries, a reminder of his innocence and the simplicity of life before he became the weight of a kingdom.

🜲 Gil-galad is incredibly bad at keeping a poker face when it comes to surprises. If someone pulls a prank on him, or reveals something unexpected, his face lights up with surprise immediately. It’s impossible for him to hide his emotions when something catches him off guard.

🜲 He’s the unofficial king of dad jokes. When he’s not busy ruling, Gil-galad occasionally unleashes an awkward dad joke to break the tension. His jokes are so groan-worthy that even the most serious Elves can’t help but smile—or roll their eyes. “What do you call a line of Elves? A long story.”

🜲 Gil-galad Secretly Loves Cheesy Romance Poetry and Novels Despite his stoic, kingly exterior, Gil-galad has a deeply hidden soft spot for cheesy romance poetry and novels. It all started when, during one of his long, solitary nights in Lindon, he found an old Elven book in the royal library. It was filled with over-the-top, flowery love poems that made his heart skip a beat—not because they were particularly well-written, but because they were so delightfully melodramatic. Soon enough, he was sneaking into the library late at night, his face hidden in the pages of the most absurdly romantic Elvish poetry. In fact, he has a secret stash of them hidden beneath his bed in the palace, carefully tucked between his more scholarly books. He reads them when he needs a moment of emotional escape, allowing himself to be swept up in the overly dramatic expressions of love. It’s his guilty pleasure, though he would never, ever admit it aloud. Occasionally, when a particularly sappy line gets to him, you might catch him muttering it under his breath. “My love for you is deeper than the night’s sky…” On rare occasions, he may even jot down a line or two on a scrap of parchment, intending it to be just a bit of poetic practice. But deep down, Gil-galad finds a strange comfort in those cheesy lines—they remind him that, even in a world full of war and turmoil, love can still be silly, sweet, and full of passion. And for just a little while, he lets himself enjoy the fantasy, even if only in private.

#Gil-galad #gil galad x reader #Gil-galad x you #gil galad simps #Gil-galad supremacy #gil galad of lindon #gil galad x reader #elvenking gil galad #gil galad rings of power #gil galad headcanons #gil galad #Gil-galad headcanon #gil galad high king #ereinion high king #king ereinion #ereinion x reader #lord of the rings #the hobbit #lotr elves

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fear-ne · 8 months ago

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Ends of the earth…and beyond, as it happens.

#rotating them in my head like a microwaveable soup #imodna #love as an action love as respect love as gentleness love as devotion!!!!#specifically love as devotion!!!!#imogen temult #laudna #cr spoilers #critical role spoilers

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vortexbloom · 30 days ago

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Childe & Zhongli as your Husbands (Headcanons)

Pairing: Childe x Female Reader x Zhongli

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Warnings: Just pure fluff I guess.

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English is not my first/native language, so there might be misspellings etc.

I do NOT own any Characters !

Have fun reading this :D

Passionate & Playful

Childe is fiercely protective of those he loves and enjoys playful, sometimes flirtatious interactions. He might be the more spontaneous and adventurous partner, always ready to introduce excitement and energy into their shared relationship.

Devoted Provider

Coming from a family - oriented background Childe would ensure you feel secure and cared for, showering you with gifts or planning thrilling adventures to keep the relationship lively.

Jealous but Understanding

Despite his easygoing demeanor, Childe has a competitive streak and might occasionally feel jealous of Zhongli‘s calm and commanding presence. However, he would respect their shared bond and would work to keep balance.

Gentle & Wise

As the embodiment of wisdom and tradition, Zhongli would bring calming, steady presence to the relationship. His attentiveness and respect for rituals might manifest in meaningful gestures, such as stories or creating serene, intimate moments.

Generous & Thoughtful

Known for his penchant for luxury (even if he forgets about Mora), Zhongli would ensure you experience finer things in life. He would likely focus on emotional connection and long-term commitment.

Mediator & Anchor

Zhongli’s balanced nature would help harmonize any tensions that might arise, acting as a mediator between Childe’s fiery energy and your needs

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Opposites Complementing Each Other

Childe‘s lively bit and youthful energy would contrast with Zhongli‘s composed and ancient wisdom, offering you the best of both worlds: excitement and stability.

Shared Focus on Your Happiness

Both men are deeply loyal and would prioritize your happiness, perhaps collaborating to plan unique, experiences with Childe focusing on action and Zhongli on tradition.

Humorous Interactions

The relationship might have moments of lighthearted humor, with Childe teasing Zhongli about his old - fashioned ways, while Zhongli offers sage advice to temper Childe‘s impulsiveness.

I guess you could see yourself as lucky to have these two by your side.

Have a good day/night/evening/morning/afternoon ☼꥟☽

#Genshin Impact #Genshin #Genshin Impact Childe #Genshin Childe #Genshin Impact Zhongli #Genshin Zhongli #Childe x Reader #Reader x Childe #Childe x Y/n #Y/n x Childe #Zhongli x Reader #Reader x Zhongli #Zhongli x Y/n #Y/n x Zhongli

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h5eavenly · 9 months ago

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Fifty-Three - I was made for loving you.

warnings: mentions of weight, disordered eating. wc; 4.9k

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Hyunjin doesn’t get to think about how he ends up in front of your door, doesn’t get to comprehend the impulsive thoughts invading his mind. Not when he’s only known himself as a follower, so he follows, he follows where he knows you’ll be and maybe that’s why when he’s faced with his reality, he’s only capable of blaming you. For the ache in his heart, the fire he feels running alongside his blood and the recklessness coated by love that douses his actions. He blames you for everything even when his dignity curls by the corner and it disdained him. Weak, was it his lack of power or his faux hatred for you?

He tells himself he should leave, the small remaining bone of logical thinking tells him, screams that this is a bad idea, and he wholeheartedly agrees but his legs won’t listen to him, stubbornly glued to the floors of your familiar doorway in desperation and whispers of ‘I love you’s that had fallen from your lips right into his heart on this same spot. He sees it all, the phantoms of you kissing and then you’re smiling at him with your honey-soaked lips, dripping with unyielding affection that only ever manifests for him, in front of him as you tell him.

“I’ll wait for you,” and he feels like crying, or maybe he feels more like dying. He’ll ask you to bury him with your hands, right next to your dead flowers of love. Perhaps only then you’ll be able to witness the pain your name leaves on his heart, its scratched and blue. but he still misses you and it’s nothing less than pathetic. Mundane madness.

If he’s not allowed to die then he wishes he could break free of this leftover self-respect and allow himself to break down at your door, ugly and valiant and filled with piteous desires that you’ll take him. Right into your arms and through the gates of your so-called heaven. If he’s not allowed to die then he’ll kneel and beg you for an escape from you, any sort of drug that will help him numb you. maybe if you allow him to become one with you, mesh himself with your bones and your blood he will feel nothing but love for you, maybe if you drive him further into his awaited craziness this will all be okay, and he won’t have to see you whenever he closes his eyes.

It’s a maybe followed by another maybe and maybe and he feels nothing but overflowing pain the longer he stands here.

You’re nothing but hell so how come his heart has grown to be a masochist? yearning to be burned by your gentle wandering touches.

He wonders if his masculine pride is getting secondhand embarrassment of his soul crushing devotion for you. However, his thoughts are stuck on that point when you open the door as if somehow you knew he’s waiting outside. You’re shrouded in one of his old hoodies, one that he forgot behind when he packed his stuff and didn’t have the courage to face you once more to ask for it back. Or perhaps it’s simply a purposeful blunder to leave you with a piece of him in hopes it will haunt you.

His gaze is somber as they study the dark circles under your eyes and the red rimming your once glowing eyes, evidence of the tears that you shed not long ago. You’re pale, almost sickeningly so, fragile, and thinner than he had ever seen you. a part of him is almost glad he’s not the only one withering away with your dying garden of love.

“Hyunjin...” you’re the first to speak, in opposite to his, your gaze is surprised mimicking your tone. He doesn’t look like himself, but rather a ghost of what was once him. He’s the same man who crawled into your bed at night, the same man who littered kisses down your neck yet it’s not him. It was an ebbing version of him, one that had similar darkening circles to yours, exhaustion that had his back curved in a slouch, evidence of yet another crime you committed, a knife plunged into his heart and his blood on your hands. It makes you sick to your stomach.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, softly and tentatively.

And he closes his eyes at your voice, hoping it’s enough to cover the ears of his heart. To block out the reminiscences of you and how your voice manages to pull him right into the field of you he tries so hard to run away from. But everything leads back to you, in hindsight he’s sure you’ve made your mark on his fate like a plague. He has no choice but to be an extension of you, roaming around in hopes to be reunited with his home one day.

When he opens them, pain torrents from your eyes and he feels like glass, not like the expensive little statues you have around your apartment, but rather cheap, debilitated and easily broken with the delicacy you’re covered in when you call his name. No one will ever call him this softly, no one could ever be as cruel as you.

“Is it true?” he asks, ignoring your question because there’s no logical answer he could give. There’s no answer that won’t break him.

“w-what is true?” you ask. Voice weakened by your quiet nerves.

“Is it true that your dad is setting you up on dates and you agreed?” The frost in his voice melts as he spits each syllable out, replaced with unjust anger.

“Who told you this?”

“Does it fucking matter? Just tell me if it’s true or not.”

You grow quiet, your silence only plunges the knife further into his heart and the way your eyebrows furrow in a way too familiar conquest. Your futile attempts to string together a sentence is like grey clouds collecting above his head, leaving him foggy and stormy. So, he scoffs.

“So, was it all lies again? Your whole speech about how you’ll never give up on us how you’ll keep trying. It all meant nothing to you, didn’t it?”

“you’re being unfair Hyunjin.” You shake your head, a fresh set of tears collects in your waterline, and it only angers him, pushes him further into the abyss. He’s overwhelmed with the emotions raining on him “Am I supposed to sit still and wait for you forever when you’ve made it so clear you don’t want me anymore?” It’s all lies because deep down you know you will wait for him forever if you need to.

Sadness, anger, disappointment, it’s an endless symphony of terror that has him locked up and the key is in your hands. You’re refusing to let up and he refuses to come undone before your eyes.

“Do you want to know what’s fucking unfair Y/N?” you look away, the pain taking claim in his iris is enough to have you choking, it’s excruciating so your eyes run away but then he’s all up in your face, ruthless fingers gripping your jaw as he forces you to face him.

“Placing bets on people’s heart as if they’re puppets and not human beings,” his breath hits your cheek like little knifes and each one scratches with ferocious hatred “lying to me while looking me straight in the eye, playing games behind my back when I asked you time and time if there’s anything I should know about.” You sob, overwhelmingly ashamed and unable to keep eye contact with him, you try to break away from his grip, try to look away from his fiery gaze but it’s all useless when it only tightens around your jaw.

“Breaking my heart again when I so willingly handed it to you with so much trust in you.” your heart falls apart at the way his words weakened towards the end “That’s fucking unfair.” His anger is displaced by exasperation that has you shaking.

“I’m sorry Hyunjin. I want to explain myself I promise there’s so much more to everything than you think.”

He laughs, humorless and cruel. Your words remain woefully inadequate, and it only has him dwindling further into his disappointment and he grows to feel idiotic, for coming here, for thinking he has any sort of authority over your actions. He’s only driven by his anger and longing for you, and he resents it. His grip on you loosens, and when he goes to take a step back, he’s stopped by your fingers circling his wrist.

“I never meant to break your heart, jinnie.”

“But you fucking did Y/N! it doesn’t matter what you meant to do, don’t you get it?” his tone rises, breaking towards the end and rendering you the same kind of broken.

“Okay yes, I did! I wish I didn’t, but I did. I get that but you can’t keep blaming me when you won’t even listen to me.”

“This is fucking stupid.” he chuckles incredulously, running his hand through his hair and then he’s shaking his head in disbelief.

“Forget it.” He spits then swivels away from you, abandoning his heart alongside his dignity.

But he doesn’t get to make it far, doesn’t even take the first step down because the sound of your body breaking down and your knees hitting the ground is enough for him to look back at you in panic, the vision of your limbs weakened on the floor is enough to have him rushing by your side.

“Y/N.” his arms are around your shoulders; your labored breaths have his eyes widening in worry.

“what’s wrong?” he questions; eyes raking through your features anxiously.

Your eyes have gone hazy, pupils dilating as they lose focus and it sets his soul ablaze with crippling fear, with a trembling absentminded cradle of your cheek “baby, can you hear me? come on focus on me.” He’s tapping your cheek gently, slightly panicking as his other hand rubs soothing circles on your back and you blink at him, regaining some of your fumbled mind.

“I-I’m sorry I just felt a little dizzy and my head was spinning-“

“Shh it’s okay.” He lets out a breath of relief when your eyes focus on him, blinking rapidly “when was the last time you eaten?” his voice is gentle in complete contrast to how he was speaking moments ago, breaking through the collecting clouds in your eyes. He pulls you to his chest, gathers you in his arms and despite the aching in your body you could only think about the familiar scent of peaches invading your senses. The comfort of his warm embrace has you clutching onto his shirt desperately.

“I don’t remember.” You murmur, you feel cold sweat collecting at the roots of your hair, your limbs growing weaker as if they weigh nothing.

“For fuck’s sake Y/N.” his warm palm that rests at your forehead brings a comfort akin to fresh air that you desperately breath in “can you stand up?” Despite the bells ringing in your ears, you still manage to nod, or at least you think you do even if you’re not sure with how lightheaded you’re feeling.

When he helps you stand up your words are meaningless as your body slumps into him, weak and drained of energy, without saying a word he takes it upon himself to carry you inside. The alarming lightness of your body as if carrying a singular feather has his heart tightening. You’re somewhat present yet not fully there when you press your face into his neck, your tears sting against his skin, burn him and he’s sure you’ll only leave another mark of yours on his body.

“I’m sorry,” you kept crying into his neck and Hyunjin doesn’t know what to say, not when his heart hammers against his ribcage begging for an escape from you, you who once was his sanctuary. Who is he supposed to find solace in when the cause of his heartbreak lies between his arms?

You don’t remember much of what happens after, you only remember flowing out of consciousness when he placed you on your couch, the familiar cushions are comfortable against your body, his presence brings ease to your loud mind and it quietens it for mere minutes that are enough for you to fall asleep, for the first time in a while. You can’t recall It perfectly, but you swear you felt Hyunjin’s colder hand in yours.

When you wake up it’s 9 p.m. The scent of cooked soup, specifically chicken soup erupts from your kitchen, filling the space of your small apartment and has your stomach growling in hunger. A dull ache has latched itself on your every muscle as if you’re a corpse who just gotten back to life. You run a tired hand over your face, a headache starts to form as soon as you sit up.

“you’re awake,” Hyunjin’s voice startles you, have not noticed him standing there. Eyes locked on you and you only nod in response. Your throat is parched.

“Water?” he asks when he notices your lingering silence and you nod, averting your eyes as he disappears back into your kitchen. When he’s back there’s a tray between his hands, carrying a glass of water and a bowl of what you assume to be the soup you smelled.

“Here.” He mumbles, a tinge of awkwardness clings to his fingers as he brings the glass to your lips, your eye contact has you feeling lightheaded for reasons other than the lack of food in your system. His thumb rubs circles on the insides of your thigh as you sip diligently. His touch has you almost doubling over for more, your longing expands and takes space over every cell in your body.

You miss him more than you miss breathing in air.

“Thank you,” you finally reply as he places the now empty glass back on the table, he doesn’t say anything back and instead pushes the tray of food towards you “eat.” His tone is banal, he avoids the longing in your glance, yet this thumb remains in its place, spreading the warmth of something you know is counterfeit. It has your throat tightening.

“How did you make this?” you ask as you swirl your spoon around the bowl.

“I had to go grocery shopping. Why is your house so empty Y/N?” He’s not looking for an answer so you don’t give him one. Instead, you busy yourself with eating as silence settles in between you two.

Hyunjin keeps his gaze locked on the dark screen of your tv and you force yourself to find a domestic alleviation in the act. In the quietness that is nowhere near as comfortable as it once was, in the rigid lines of harshness on his face. It’s all a charade, you’re aware of it but you pretend that there’s still love in these walls, in the couch you both are sitting on and it’s not filled with disappointment as it witness the growing distant between you two.

“Good?” he asks when you set your half empty bowl back on the tray.

“mhm,” you murmur, your eyes studying the side of his face and the longer he refuses to look at you the deeper your agony settles into your soul, a remorse nestled into the bit of your stomach and you could see it all when your hands reaches for his slender fingers and his body tenses as if your bodies didn’t belong together.

The walls of your living room laugh in mockery when your fingers squeeze his, lucky enough to witness this pitiful parody of what was real once. What you killed. But you never got time for it, instead Hyunjin is somehow sitting next to you, filled with quiet resentment for himself and then for you and thirdly for this foolish thing we like to call love.

“I’m so sorry about everything Hyunjin.” you say, hardly audible.

“You should be feeling sorry for your body Y/N.”

“I don’t care about my body, any sort of emotion that runs through my body is for you. it’s because of you.”

“Why did you do it then? Why did you have to kill us so brutely?” when he looks at you, you feel your heart constricting in your chest, longing for comfort that only exists within his fingertips.

“I was stupid,” you admit through swallowing down the lump forming in the center of your throat “I was jealous, and it brought out the worst in me. I had never seen you with a girl before and I just- “you suck a deep breath in, the stupidity of your actions dawns on you the longer you try to explain.

Your eyes comb over his features, the anguish clouding his iris has you melting away in the blues of your rushed decisions.

“It killed me knowing you might have fallen for someone other than me.”

“So, you decided to punish someone innocent over the faults of our hearts?” you long for evidence of his adoring for you, searching the flickers of dark in his eyes for a missing piece that feels it has been snatched away from you. You’re disappointed when you can’t find anything, it’s blank.

Who knew a simple feeling could alter someone’s gaze this much.

“I fucked up, I know I did.” Your voice breaks with anxiety at the thought of losing him “at first it was just that but when I found out that her mom was my dad’s mistress it only got worse.”

Hyunjin lets out a breath of disbelief but doesn’t complain when your nails start digging into his palm, a pathetic claim to cling onto him.

“It felt like she kept taking everyone from me it was you first, then my dad and then my mom kept comparing me to her I just felt like I wasn’t enough, yet no one was feeling my pain.” A small whimper escapes your lips, one that is filled with enough despair to has him shutting his eyes and his teeth latching painfully around his lower lip, as if trying to prevent himself from saying anything.

“I was in so much pain I just wanted to hurt everyone else around me and specifically her. She was everything that I wanted to be. Everything that everyone wanted me to be, but I was nothing but a failure that longed for your love. I was too much of a coward to say it.” You take a deep breath in, your fingers tremble between his, and you feel like an ugly monster who taints everything it touches red with fiery and resentment, it flows from your fingertips.

You feel like nothing but a weakling destruction, an abandoned ground of all the people you could have become.

“I know it’s not right if I could go back and change it trust me I would. I hate myself for it every day, I can’t even look at myself in the mirror for what I did. I was punishing her for something she didn’t even do. I was filled with hatred and anger towards the world, and I took it out on her.”

A winding coil is waiting to snap behind your eyes when Hyunjin frees his hands from you, a shaky exhale escapes and he stands up, you feel him slipping through your fingers, see the fragments of him leaving you once again. It has an unmistakable tightness pulling at your chest. Anxiety, a monster known to make an appearance simultaneity with your darkening thoughts. It snaps when a pregnant silence follows as Hyunjin paces relentlessly before you from left to right as if trying to make sense of your words.

Regret, a color you were so familiar with, has been painted in so many times but this darkening shade you’re drowning in right now doesn’t even compare to anything you’ve felt ever before. It something so much more. A colossal amount that has painful tears cascading down your cheeks in a silent plea.

“I wanted to call it off, but Yeosang didn’t want to. He started threatening me with telling you everything and back then i-I just wasn’t ready to relive the pain of what happened with Seungmin once again.” You wince, your hands shake as your heart grows heavier with every word, with every step of his “When i-I was ready everything came crashing down and it was too late. I wanted to tell you so much sooner.”

“You don’t get it do you?” he finally speaks, voice doused with raw and unfiltered betrayal. You’re only brought back to life to be killed once again “It’s the fact that you did it in the first place that breaks my heart Y/N.”

You open your mouth to respond but no words make appearance in your mind, it’s all blank and misplaced judgments “I don’t know when you became this person. This is not the person I fell in love with. I knew you had your flaws, but I thought you were changing, I thought you left it all behind,” His eyes are devoid of vibrancy as they stare you down, a manifestation of the sadness residing in his heart “I didn’t know what you were hiding in the dark was so much worse than I could ever imagine.”

“H-how do I make it better? How do I fix it?” Your legs hurt when you move to stand up before him, a throb in your body due to how weak you grew in few weeks of abandonment.

“I don’t know,” he whispers, looking away in yearning for a fleeting respite. It’s out of reach when your hand hesitates to touch him. Why does it pain him so much when your hands linger awkwardly between you two? As if you grew to be strangers in a few counted seconds.

“Please tell me how do I fix it.” You plead, voice hoarse as your tears run like an endless steam “I wish I could go back and never make that stupid bet. I wish I could go back and fight Seungmin properly-“

“Don’t bring him up.” His brows furrow and your heart sinks.

“I never wanted to sleep with him-“

“I know. I believe you.” He interrupts you again and you realize the darkness taking over his eyes, doused in pain, is not because of betrayal but rather unexpected. It’s the same entity that you know is etched all over your being too.

Regret.

“I never blamed you for anything that happened with Seungmin.” Your hand finally touches him, cups his cheek in lovingly manner like all the destined lovers are meant to hold each other, he leans into the soft skin of your palm in broken tenderness. A shaky fuck tumbles out of his lips. He hates how you manage to see through him without him uttering a single word. He hates how delicately you touch him, he hates how his heart is wounded because of you and yet bleeds with you, for you. How your sorrow has his anger disappearing into thin air as if it never existed. And he only aches for you, for all the pain you had to endure alone.

He hates that he can’t actually hate you.

“I couldn’t protect you.” He sounds shattered when he speaks, it shatters your soul with it.

“I’m sorry,” he says shakily, and, in that moment, you think you finally understand what’s it’s like to be absolutely broken, to feel pain run through your veins as if it’s your blood, as if it’s a part of you that won’t ever relent. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into you and he comes with ease, your face disappearing into the junction of his neck and shoulder “it’s okay, there’s nothing you could have done. It’s not your fault Hyunjin.” You speak against it, and he shakes in your embrace.

It was such an odd situation, to comfort the boy you filled with despair. It has reality sinking into you at that moment, the fact that the broken pieces of your relationship are much smaller, much sharper than you anticipated and you’re not sure how to pick them up without any of you two bleeding to death. The damage you left, the scars of your past, the unshed tears and all the broken promises are evidence of how you two are incompatible with your love. And it’s excruciating.

You pull away far enough to look at him, his eyes glisten with sorrowful water and you cradle his cheeks, wiping at the few drops that managed to escape “it’s okay.” You murmur, unsure if you’re trying to comfort him or yourself.

“I don’t know if anything will ever be okay again. I don’t know if we will ever be okay.”

“If I fix me then will you love me again?”

“Don’t talk as if you’re a mere object and not human.” He scolds and you feel as if your heart is being carved out of your chest at his care for you despite how wrong you are, how everything is your fault “It only pains me when you talk about yourself like this. When you starve yourself as a way to punish yourself.”

“What should I do then? How do I end your misery? Please tell me.”

“Bring back the girl I fell in love with. The one with infectious smiles and the gleam of the moon in her eyes,” His words hang over you like a gloomy cloud.

“Will you able to forgive me then?” you ask, sad and small.

“I don’t know.” He answers truthfully, an answer you weren’t looking forward to, and it feels like an arrow has been shot through your heart “but if you’re trying then I’m willing to try too.”

Hyunjin leaves soon after, a mountain of unspoken words lingers between you two. Nothing like the secrets you had kept till now, a foreign void forms in your heart and a rather bigger weight burdens your shoulders shrouded in your relationship that’s falling apart. Hanging by a thread that you’re holding onto as if it’s your lifeline. And that’s why you stop Hyunjin by your door. Both of your cheeks flushed and eyes puffy.

“I think I was made for loving you,” your words spill like an explosion that you cannot hold back, enamored by how your soul intertwines even when you’re refusing to touch “Even if you think we seem hopeless right in this moment, and I am only ever wrong and confused. I might be a fool who does not know anything but all I know is I was made for loving you so this is my last promise, I will try my best to make everything better, to be better.”

Hyunjin doesn’t say anything back, there’s no right answer that he could muster up so instead he saves your words in his pocket, and you capture the look of his dreary eyes swimming with endless adoration for you in your mind.

You know it’s true, you love him without being good for anything else.

It’s not until a week later that you see Hyunjin again, right as the first snow of the new year falls. You welcome winter with a dull ache that has spread through your soul. A tempest of memories curl in the folds of frigid winds. It dances through your hair and through his when you see him right outside of your apartment complex. A thick dark blue scarf looped multiple times around his neck, remains of half-finished cigarettes at his feet gives away his building nerves as he waited for a glimpse of you.

“Did you really mean it when you said you want to be better?” When he looks at you, you envision fragments of summer in him. Mere centimeters separate you.

“I meant every word.” Your voice is as soft as the ray of sunshine slipping through the grey clouds.

“I don’t know if there’s gonna come a day where I’ve fully forgiven you. I don’t know if there’s a way for my heart not to throb painfully as it calls your name,” a pause, enough to have you holding your breath when his dark eyes flit across yours “but I think I want to be next to you when it happens.”

He closes the small space between you two and stands before you, looking down at you as if you were 16 again in the middle of your school hallway, your last book ended with bloodshed and deep scars but that never means there’s no room for healing and when Hyunjin extends his hand to you, a youthful smile taking place on his face you feel the truth bloom in you. You see fate rewrites itself into new pages, scribbles of poetry that won’t have to be filled with lies and fearful tears.

“No more secrets?”

“No more secrets.” You answer, with a similar smile.

Despite the bitter winter you feel the warmth of sun seeps into your being when you take his hand in yours. It’s as sweet as peaches and embraces you in overwhelming comfort. a peaceful buzz that settles through the center of your heart, a fresh new color, so bright and foreign but more than anything welcomed.

It’s hopeful and it screams stay, stay, stay.

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frudoo · 4 months ago

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Bells Ring (3)

Title: Mary of Silence

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of infidelity. Angst angst angst.

MDNI

John is fuming. Two strong arms shove open the doors to his chambers, startling his wife who was cozied up in his bed with a book. He quickly strips himself of his clothing in favor of slipping on a nightshirt instead, climbing beneath the duvet and rubbing his hands over his face in frustration. The queen sets her book down and rests a gentle hand on his heaving chest, eyes wide with concern.

“Mah love, wha’ is troublin’ ye?” She questions, her other hand slowly pushing away his own so that she can see his face.

“The prince,” he responds plainly.

“Wha’ of him?” Aiyla removes her hands from him completely, wrapping her arms around her stiff body nervously, jaw tight with concern. “Is he alreit? Wha’s happened?”

A sour taste settles on John’s tongue, and for a moment, he wonders if he should let his wife live in ignorant bliss of her son’s actions. When he looks up and sees the fear in her eyes, however, he realizes that he should calm her nerves with the truth, disappointing as it may be.

“Nothin’s happened, mah dearest, he is safe. But ah’ve discovered the cause of tension ‘tween him an’ the princess,” the king sighs, brushing a stray strand of copper hair from his bride’s pale face, tucking it behind her ear and placing his free hand in hers. “It seems tha’ he has found himself a mistress. The princess is rather upset aboot it.”

Silences seem to follow John, he ponders, as Aiyla does not say a word for some time. He can practically see the information processing behind her amber eyes before her brows scrunch in amusement.

“Is tha’ all?” She asks with humor in her tone, baffling the king, who immediately withdraws his hand from her freckled cheek.

“Ah beg yer pardon?” John scoffs, scratching the stubble beneath his chin as he stares at his wife incredulously.

“Ah mean tae say, is tha’ the only cause fer strain in their marriage?” Aiyla clarifies, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “My King, tha’s hardly reason fer such foolishness. Every noble has their mistress or lover, bu’ they dinnae let tha’ affect their union—or their devotion tae rule.”

“Ah have ne’er taken a mistress, nor ye a lover,” John laughs humorlessly.

The aura of shame that passes through the queen’s softening eyes makes John’s heart still in his broad chest. He releases his other hand from her grasp, rubbing his wrist like it’s been hurt, scratched by a bloodthirsty demon eager to drag him to her depths of hell. All of these years of what he thought was a perfect marriage, and he never knew that his beloved had been betraying him?

Aiyla tries to reach for him, but he shoves her arm away, nearly in tears. What kind of respectable king cries in the face of trouble? Still, he cannot help the sob that escapes his throat, or the red flush that makes its way up his neck.

“Were ye no’ already aware, John?” She frowns, rubbing her fingertips along the glossy silk of her nightgown. “Mah love-”

“Dinnae call me tha’!” John barks, shoving the duvet off of himself and standing from the bed, absolutely furious.

“Where d’ye ken ah go when we are no’ together? When ah have nae duties tae perform or relations tae have wit’ ye?”

“Ah suggest ye leave,” the king mutters just loud enough for her to hear, one shaking finger pointing towards the chamber doors.

Wordlessly, Aiyla grabs her book and swiftly walks out of his room, her form slipping past him with a rush of cool wind. John imagines the whisper of air is about as chilly as her heart, if she ever had one to begin with. He slams the doors behind her, glaring at them as if he could still see her walking away, as if she could feel his rage seeping through her skin, into her brittle bones. He only backs away when he can no longer hear the soft thud of her descending footsteps.

In a frenzy, the heartbroken king drops to his knees and pries a loose wooden plank free from the floor, his hiding place for every sentimental item he wishes to keep away from curious eyes. Among the collection are every single letter Aiyla has ever written to him, from the time before he’d ever begun courting her, up until her most recent journey to Dublin, where she frequented. John was quick to believe his wife before every voyage, when she’d tell him she was going to visit her loved ones once again. He now recognizes the truth—she was meeting someone she loves, just not relatives as he’d thought.

It makes him sick to think about all the times he had been so ignorant, so blindsided to the truth that had been right in front of him for God knows how long. Bitter teardrops spill from his glassy cerulean eyes onto the fading ink adorning the wilted paper, muddling the words he’d once clung to but now feel as empty as his soul. One by one, he tears each letter to shreds until he can no longer make out a single sentence. Each scrap of paper gets scooped up into his trembling palms and thrown into the fireplace carelessly.

Sparks of burning ash rise from the bottom of the pit and land on his face. John doesn’t even bother to swat them away, rather revels in the fleeting pain that blossoms before the flakes of char snuff out as quickly as they had arrived. He likens them to all of the happy memories he’d made with Aiyla, indulging in them for just a moment before feeling them fade away as though they had never existed in the first place. He wonders how many of those very memories she remembers, or if they’ve been replaced with those of her lover, whomever he may be.

The fire has long since burned to nothing but a fraction of what it used to be when John finally gathers the wit to climb back into his bed. The sheets still smell of the queen’s delicate floral lotions, the imprint of her head still nestled into the satin pillow beside his own.

He wonders if her lover has ever felt so lonely in her absence.

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blakeswritingimagines · 6 months ago

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How He Makes You Feel Better

Quinn Hughes: He views his partner as his world. He would do everything and anything for you. No matter his partner, he will never hurt you on purpose, and if he does, he is extremely gentle with you. He is respectful towards you and can get very protective of you. He tends to be playful and somewhat clingy

Jack Hughes: He adores you, you fill him with an indescribable feeling that he can only describe as overwhelming joy. Seeing you brightens up his day, and when you're together, even the darkest clouds disappear. He finds himself constantly finding ways to make you smile, and your laughter is like music to his ears. Every moment you spend together is a precious memory waiting to be created, and he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. You are the missing piece in his life, and he is irrevocably and hopelessly in love with you.

Luke Hughes: He sees you as a ray of sunshine. He'll do anything to make you laugh and feel good. He has a soft spot for you and he can't deny it. It's his first serious relationship, so he does struggle at times to be completely open about his emotions. And he can't help himself feel a bit overwhelmed sometimes by your big feelings and open display of your emotions.

Nico Hischier: He views his partner as an equal but also someone that he has to protect. He will not only make you laugh but also cry at the same time but will also be there for emotional support. He sees you as someone he's not just in love with but also his best friend, because that's what real love is, being best friends with the person you adore.

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Dawson Mercer: Dawson views his partner as a source of comfort, a safe haven where he can be himself without fear of judgment. He cherishes your company above all else, always looking for ways to make you laugh or smile.

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Jamie Drysdale: Jamie sees you as his equal, someone with whom he can share life's adventures and moments. He values your opinions and ideas, looking forward to hearing your perspective on things. To him, you are his rock, the person he can rely on in good times and bad. Jamie is also attracted by your appearance and personality, finding you both beautiful inside and out. He tries to express affection through small gestures, giving you gifts, or showing affection in public. Jamie enjoys having you by his side and can't imagine a life without you.

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