#polygamous is true love

[rosefulmadness]

what in the world made you associate polygamous relationship (ya know, where a group of more than 2 people love each other very much) with being unfaithful or not devoted enough? especially when it's quite literally the opposite? how is loving more than one partner "not devoted enough" or any of that bs?? having so much love that it fills one person and there's so much live left that it gets to fill one more??? if anyone would make so much sense to be poly it would be him.

if a monogamous couple has a child who they love a lot, is that also not faithful enough to their partner then? cause they love somebody else (the child) just as much or more than their partner? see how that logic makes no sense?

your knowledge and views on what polygamory is and means is wrong and lacking to the point it felt a bit hateful. please actually learn what you're talking about before making up an issue in your head and getting all crazy over it

Actually TK supersons are not good, there are many issues with his stories but he already said he not gonna write them seriously just silly stories so I can throw my brain to read it

The point is I heard DC will make Jon has a poly relationship.... if it's true then from now on, the only supersons in the main continuety I supported are TK supersons stories, canon Jon does not exist to me anymore

I'm truly disappointed now

[written-in-flowers]

Be The Light: Pt. 6 (Matz x Fem!Reader)

Pairing: Hongjoong x Seonghwa x Fem!Reader | Side pairing(s): Ateez x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7k

Genre: Smut, angst | AU: historical, arranged marriage, polyamorous, royalty au.

Summary: YN has spent her entire life in service of Han Sookmyung, Queen of Hanseong. She never dreamed above her station, or that she'd ever be in reach of Sookmyung's concubines, 'The Golden Ones'. But, when secrets are brought to life, her world is turned upside-down.

Warnings: graphic descriptions of violence, heavily referenced torture (briefly), heavily referenced abuse (briefly), heavily referenced sexual abuse (briefly), enslavement, slight gaslighting, lost sibling, political drama, historical drama, joseon!au, concubine!ateez, nsfw content, virgin!reader, polyamory, polygamous, throuple, threesome m/m/f, oral sex (m. and f. receiving/giving), group sex, multiple positions, multiple partners, cunnlingus, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, virgin sex, virginity discussed.

Tags: I wasn't sure if the previously tagged wanted to be tagged again since it's been so long, so let me know below!

Part 5 < | > Part 7

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You arrived at Jisoo’s residency a few moments later. Normally, you never hesitated to knock on the frame to enter. The Queen Mother always made you feel welcome and wanted in her presence. You knew the real reason behind that now. Yunho and Wooyoung stood ahead of you, and you dreaded them knocking for you. Not even Seonghwa’s presence assured you. 

Only last night you discovered the woman who cared for you so deeply was really your mother. Your birth mother. You didn't know how to feel about it. You'd felt angry in the beginning, betrayal fanning the flames, but that feeling settled into pity. It must have been difficult to give you away something she'd desperately wanted. Her love must always be from a distance, never touching too much or being overly affectionate. She likely saw her husband’s face in yours, and longed for more. Despite this, you could not see her as your mother. Whenever the word “mother” came to mind, you pictured Park Chaewon. She'd raised you. She loved you. You didn't see anyone being your mother except her. 

“Your Majesty,” the guard at the door opened it, bowing to Jisoo, “The Queen has arrived.”

You entered the room to find Jisoo, your mother Chaewon, Advisor Wonshik, and Hongjoong in the room. Hongjoong no longer wore the black and gold hanbok of Sookmyung’s “Flowers”. He wore red, the color of kings, with his hair in a topknot held by a golden band. The dragons of royalty swirled around his shoulders and down his wide sleeves. He looked like a king. A true king. You found it hard to look away from him. Jisoo, Wonshik and Chaewon stood up when you walked in, and you almost said they didn't have to stand for you. 

But, yes, they do. 

“Good morning,” you said, speaking to them first, “I was told you wished to see me?”

“We did,” Jisoo nodded, “Please sit.”

You took a seat at the head of the table, and all their eyes fell on you. Except Hongjoong. He looked anywhere but at you. You saw the blush of pink on his cheeks, and the way he scratched the inside of his sleeve. You wanted to say something to him. Out of all her concubines, Hongjoong had been her favorite. He'd witnessed her cruelty in the dungeons. He knew her true nature. You hoped if anyone understood your fear, it would be him. 

“Your Majesty,” Jisoo drew your attention to her, “His Grace, Advisor Wonshik, Chaewon and I have been discussing important matters concerning your new position-”

“-Has Sookmyung been found yet?” You asked, trying not to appear frightened about the answer. 

“I'm afraid not,” she said. “The guards have combed the city, but there has been no sign of her. She has likely fled to one of her allies by now.”

“There are people looking into it,” your mother said, patting your hand comfortingly. “She will be caught soon enough. We have other important things to discuss.”

Your stomach knotted again. The marriage. They mean to talk about marriage. You picked at the border of your hanbok, wishing more than anything to be somewhere else. The thought of being Hongjoong’s wife drained you of warmth completely. What if he doesn't want to marry you? You might have had brief exchanges before now, but nothing to suggest any romantic feelings. He'd done it out of pity, not love. 

“Now that Sookmyung is no longer on the throne, we must focus our efforts on rebuilding what she has broken,” Jisoo began. “Wonju is considered one of her biggest failures, rather than triumphs, since the people there did not recognize her as their ruler. As you know, Wonju was never conquered by the Han clan several centuries ago, and remained an independent kingdom until Sookmyung’s reign.”

“Yes…”

“In order to reunite the two kingdoms-”

“-They wish for us to marry, YN,” Hongjoong cut her off, unable to keep it to himself. “The people are looking to us to save them, and the only way that can happen is if our kingdoms reunite as allies.”

“They want us to marry?” You questioned him in a soft voice. 

“Yes,” he nodded. “It wouldn't be for a while, since your coronation needs to be done as quickly as possible. But, a marriage pact would show the people that this is only the beginning of our reform. My family said they would not agree to reuniting without one.”

“Um, well…I…” 

“You do not need to make a decision now,” he added. “You have gone through a very sudden change, and I told them that I didn't want to have this conversation so soon, but they insisted.”

“It is important we act swiftly, Your Grace,” Wonshik said apologetically. “Every moment we wait will be a chance for Sookmyung to reclaim her power.”

“I understand that, yes,” Hongjoong replied, “But there is no point if people do not see YN as their queen first.” 

“What about Sookmyung?” You asked again. 

The words came laced with fear. She will hear about this union, and be overcome with rage. That rage would be taken out on you slowly and painfully. The image shook you to your core. Only your mother's gentle touch calmed you slightly, but only just. 

“She will be found,” she reassured you, “And answer for her crimes.” 

“If she hears about thi-”

“-There will be nothing she can do about it,” she comforted you. “She will be far away.”

“That is what she will want you to think…”

“I won’t let her get anywhere near you,” Hongjoong said firmly. “I promise. Sookmyung will not harm a single hair on you while I’m alive.”

“If you’re alive…” you said under your breath, but you knew he’d heard you. 

“The wedding will happen after the coronation,” Wonshik moved on from the conversation, withdrawing an old leather book from beside him. “Advisor Heechul drew up estimates for the cost of the coronation feast and celebration afterwards. I told him the crown will be paying for the event to avoid raising the taxes any higher so as not to be a burden on the people.”

“Good,” you heard yourself say. When they turned to you, you explained, “I meant that taxation is already so high that people cannot afford food. If the crown can cover the cost, then they should. The people shouldn’t have to pay for a coronation of a queen they don’t know.”

“And unfortunately, the coronation of a new monarch implies that the previous monarch has passed on,” he said. “King Siwon passed away nine years ago, and is currently buried in the King’s temple within the city. Since we already had our two year mourning period for him, I don’t see any reason to have one now so that may be passed over. However, people will expect you to make the walk towards his temple to pay your respects to the old king.”

You remembered Sookmyung’s period. Most monarchs abstain from meat after the death of the previous ruler, but not Sookmyung. She claimed her father would’ve wanted her to live heartily. Anyone who knew King Siwon would’ve known he always followed traditions and cultural customs. You’d done it out of respect and love for him. Learning he was your true father, it only brought sense to your decision then. 

“Since Queen Sookmyung was dethroned, there really isn’t a need to have such an austere ceremony,” he said, “Which means we can add a bit of a festive flair to the event.” 

“Meaning?”

“People are meant to celebrate you,” Jisoo said bracingly. “We must start your reign off on the right foot if we are to win the respect and trust of the people. You will go to the King’s resting place, then we will have you take the throne, and have the feast afterwards.”

“And what about Hongjoong?” you glanced over at him. “He’s the King of Wonju now. How can he be my King Consort if he has a throne of his own?”

“My cousin, Jeongin,” he said, “Will be crowned King instead of me.”

“What?” Jisoo’s eyes widened at this. “When were you planning on telling us this?”

“Now,” he said. “I sent a letter to my cousin early this morning that I am adjudicating my throne and giving it to him. He has had good tutors and many trustworthy advisors at his side. He will not fail his people, I know it.” 

“But, you’re supposed to be the king,” you said softly, confused. “Isn’t that what you always wanted? To go home? To be with your people and lead them? You cannot do that if you’re my husband.”

“I can lead my people just as much at your side than on my father’s throne,” he told you. “We can lead them together.” 

“To-Together?” 

“Yes,” he nodded, “You did not truly believe I’d let you have all the credit, hm?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. Being under his gaze made your heart flutter, much like with Seonghwa. 

“The coronation will happen at the end of the week,” Jisoo declared. 

“So soon, Your Majesty?” your mother asked, concerned. 

“It needs to happen as quickly as possible,” Wonshik said. “In the meantime, Her Majesty can go into the city and meet her people.”

“I don’t believe that is wise, Chief Advisor,” Hongjoong told her. “If Sookmyung or her allies hear YN is walking around the city, they may use it as a chance to strike.”

“She will be under guard, naturally,” Jisoo replied. “You can choose the men yourself, if that puts you at ease.”

You can tell it did not. “I don’t know if I’m very comfortable with that,” you said next. “Sookmyung will be looking for any chance to seize back her power. If I’m walking freely around the city, she’ll send an assassin or see it as an opportunity to attack. She'll wait until our defenses are down.”

“I doubt she’ll have that with such little time-”

“-I beg to differ,” you interrupted her. “Sookmyung is not one to sit idle for long. Right now, she is planning the quickest way to regain her power. She is likely screaming at her allies to gather up their troops and form a strategy against us.” 

“And we can use that to our advantage,” Hongjoong said. “Sookmyung is impulsive, impatient, and rash. Her allies, whoever they are, will try to convince her to stay her hand, but after a while that will not be enough.”

You wondered how many times she has said, ‘I am the queen’ in the hours since she’d left.

“Her own madness will be her undoing,” he said, as if promising this to you. “I’d like to ask you, YN, if you’d like Mingi and San to be your personal guards.”

The sudden change in topic surprised you. “Before there are to be any discussions of public appearances,” he continued, “We should discuss your guardsmen. I took the liberty of placing Mingi and San at your doors last night, but if there is somebody else you prefer, I’ll make sure they’re put there tonight.”

“San and Mingi are fine,” you said, unsure of how else to phrase it.

“You should have trained soldiers as your guards, Your Majesty,” Wonshik intervened.

“San is a trained soldier,” Hongjoong argued. “Mingi might’ve not been in the army, but he sailed with pirate hunters before he became a shipbuilder. The other lords are just as capable with swords as well. YN will be perfectly safe with them.”

“But people may have a different impression of their queen if she is seen with Sookmyung’s concubines,” Jisoo said. “We don’t want people to think any less of her or believe she indulges in Sookmyung’s desires as well.”

“I don’t want anyone else as my guards.”

Your words stunned both your mother and Jisoo. When they didn’t speak, you said, “Sookmyung had many spies amongst the royal guards. If she knew of your coupe, she may have asked one or two to stay behind to act as spies. She could have even ordered them to kill me if they caught me alone.” Silence once more, so you looked at Hongjoong, “Also, if anybody knows Sookmyung as well as myself, it’ll be her concubines. They know how she thinks. They know the depth of her depravity and ruthlessness. I don’t trust anyone else to protect me as much as them.”

If that is what they wished. The last thing you wanted was for the concubines to believe they must stay in the palace under a new title. 

The group continued discussing your coronation and appearance in the city. You listened intently, occasionally giving your input, but otherwise content to stay silent. Sookmyung would seize the opportunity if it presented itself. The image of you walking amongst the city streets came to mind. You pictured a masked man hiding in plain sight, waiting for the chance to strike you down and end your life. You tried comforting yourself that you’d have guards, but what good are those when you have an unrelenting force after you? 

“-We will have to speak with the advisors on the best route through the city,” Jisoo concluded the meeting, “But I am sure they will agree a trip through the safer parts of Hanseong is best.”

“We also must discuss her first official act as queen,” Hongjoong said. “Something that will show people that she is different from Sookmyung.”

“The people in the dungeons.” The words left you suddenly, and they stared in curiosity. “I wish for them to be released,” you continued cautiously, “And treated by the physician. For those who have already died, they will be cleaned, mended and given a proper burial.” When none of them spoke, you said, “Is that something we can't do?”

“Yes, we can,” said Jisoo, “But there are many people down there.”

“And I want them removed. They have suffered long enough.” 

You couldn't stop yourself from picturing the mangled bodies. It made you sick again. You hadn't saved them in life, but you could help them find peace in death. But, a tiny voice inside you still spoke:

“They will only know peace when she's dead.”

“I can arrange for the jailors and guards to bring the wounded into the courtyard outside,” Jisoo interrupted your thoughts. “Once people hear what you've done, they may see you're nothing like her.”

“That isn't why I asked,” you responded, not looking at her. “Those people did nothing wrong. They'd committed minor offenses, at best. I want to end their suffering, since I…”

‘Couldn't stop it before it happened.’ 

“The physician may not be able to treat everyone,” your mother said. “He's only one man.”

“Yunho was a physician's apprentice,” Hongjoong said. “He can aid Physician Yoon, and the other lords have their own we can call upon.” 

“I’ll make sure your command is carried out,” Jisoo assured you. 

“Thank you.”

You met his eyes and knew he understood, even if the others did not. The meeting concluded, and your mother and Jisoo left for Advisor Wonshik's office. This left you alone with Hongjoong. You saw him nervously chewing the inside of his cheek. The overcoat, bright red with golden dragons, appeared a bit large on him. You also noticed the wear on the buttons keeping it closed, and the belt as well. 

“Is that yours?” You asked him, indicating the hanbok.

“King Siwon’s,” he said. “They thought it would be good to dress according to my station, but…”

“They didn't have any spare hanboks,” you finished, nodding. “This is one of Jisoo’s old dresses. I don't know if I like it.”

“We'll have our own soon enough. I suspect a dressmaker and tailor are already being sought after.” He then said, “Our marriage…It doesn't bother you, does it? I know a lot of things have happened overnight, and this marriage arrangement won't relieve anything. I told them I didn't wish to discuss it so soon, but they insisted.”

“I understand the need for haste,” you replied, “But yes, it is a lot to take in at once. I can’t stop thinking about it. Sookmyung…being the queen…Queen Jisoo and King Siwon being my birth parents…you becoming my betrothed…Now meeting the people and being enthroned. It’s…” you gripped the cuffs of your sleeves, picking at the seams inside again. “It's so much.”

“It is,” he scooted closer to you, and laced his fingers with yours. “But you'll have me and the others to help you. You won't be doing this alone.”

That comforted you, but his touch was electrifying. He seemed to know this, and instead of pulling away, locked hands with you. 

“I hope to become someone who can comfort you,” he admitted. “I could not do much when Sookmyung was nearby, but with her gone, I'd like us to be closer in the future. If we're to be married, I'd like to be friends at least.”

“Only friends?” 

The corner of his mouth twitched, “Unless you'd like to be more? It isn't something I will force upon you.”

“I…I don't know…” you wanted to, yes. You absolutely wanted to be more with him. “But, Sookymung-”

“-Does not own us,” he cut you off. “She might have owned my body, but not my heart. YN, I know we did not speak much with Sookmyung always so close, but now that she's not, I want to-Well, what I mean to say is that I wish to be closer to you. Ever since we met all those years ago, when I saw how she treated you and that I was not alone in my misery, I've dreamed of the moment I'd be free to pursue you.”

“You did? You do?”

“Yes,” he blushed, “It was childish, really. But now that we're arranged to be married, I would like to have a closer relationship with you.”

“You do?” You asked one more time.

“Is that so hard for you to believe?”

“Yes, actually,” you nodded. “Since we've met, I've done my best to avoid speaking to any of you. I knew if I showed the slightest interest in front of her she’d punish me. I knew she’d do the same to you if she thought you might return those feelings. She hated it whenever any of you showed a flicker of kindness to another woman, and it made me fear what she might do if that woman happened to be me. I stayed away to keep her from hurting anyone else.”

“But, she isn’t here now,” he said. “I understand exactly how you feel. There'd been so many instances where I wanted nothing more than to reach out and comfort you; to save you from whatever cruelties she forced you to witness. But, I knew if I showed any signs of affection or notice, she'd hurt you. I didn’t care if she hurt me, YN, I was used to it. It was you,” he cupped your cheek, “Whose pain I couldn’t bear. If there is any reason that I’m glad she’s gone, it’s that she can no longer harm or disgrace you.”

“She’ll come back,” you whispered, the fear starting to creep back at the slight touch. She could be watching right now, seething and drowning in her rage, eager to strike out at you. “She’ll come back,” you croaked again, “And she’ll-she’ll kill you. She’ll do it and make me watch before she does it to me.”

“She won’t because I won’t let her,” he said firmly, cupping your cheek to keep your eyes on him. “I’ll do everything in my power to make sure she never lays a hand on you again.”

You tried finding comfort in his words. For ages, you dreamed of this exact moment: Hongjoong sitting close to you, touching and whispering sweet nothings. Other times, it might be Seonghwa or Yunho or one of the other concubines. You thought of all the times she’d put them within your grasp just to pull them away at the very last second. Every time she mentioned finding you a husband, you knew she did not mean it. In a twisted, obscene way, you were hers and only hers. 

“We don’t need to speak of this right now,” he said once he sensed your hesitancy. “There are far more important things to handle first. I…” he paused, looking over your face one more time. “I simply wished for you to know of my feelings.”

You reached for his hand when he pulled it away. So soft. So gentle. Before you could respond, someone else walked into the room. Seonghwa stood at the other end of the table, hands folded in front of one another and bowing to each of you. 

“Excuse me, Your Majesties,” he began, “But the council wishes to speak with you now.”

“Did they say why?”

“I don’t, but I imagine it may be about taxation and property laws,” he said. “If you wish, I’ll tell them you’re…preoccupied,” he shifted a glance to Hongjoong, hiding a smile. 

“No, no,” you shook your head, “We’ll speak with them.”

“‘We’ll’?” Hongjoong asked curiously. 

“You’re to be my King Consort soon,” you said, “And I know very little about law making. I thought perhaps you’d like to join us?”

“Of course,” he grinned. “If there is any way I can assist, I will.”

The smile you shared warmed your entire body, bringing heat into your cheeks. The two men let you leave first, then followed you. Seonghwa a few feet away, you walked beside Hongjoong. For the smallest of moments, you pictured yourself and him at the altar. In another life, perhaps a marriage arrangement between Hanseong and Wonju would’ve happened. Sookmyung being the elder might’ve been put forward, but if Hongjoong didn’t like her, as the groom, he could decline. He would’ve picked you instead. The image of a seething Sookmyung hiding nearby, watching Hongjoong help you into your palanquin, gave you pause. In that other life, she’d be equally jealous. She’d plot ways to kill you then like she must be doing at this moment. 

“Don’t be nervous,” you heard Hongjoong say. “You’re going to do well.”

“Am I?”

Better to let him think you’re worried about the advisors rather than the person planning your demise right now.

“Yes,” he said, “And you’ll have Seonghwa and I to help you.” 

This certainly made you feel better. “It might be intimidating at first,” Seonghwa said from beside you. “They’re all ambitious men who will want their voices heard. They’ll each have their own ideas and opinions about how we should proceed from here on out. There’s likely to be arguing and objections, but in the end, it’s all your decision where things go.”

“That’s…not helping, Seonghwa,” you said with a soft nervous laugh. 

“He’s only preparing you,” Hongjoong consoled you. “I used to go with my father to his meetings when I was small. I sat there and listened to all these powerful men disagree, shout over one another, and argue over whose idea was the best. It was my father’s job to help these men all come to an agreement. There’s going to be a lot of compromises and negotiations, since some of these men will have more than the kingdom’s interest in mind. It’s up to you to decide what routes to take.” 

“And we’ll be right there if you need someone who won’t gain anything from this meeting,” Seonghwa assured you. 

Your nerves still buzzed in your stomach as the doors to the advisor’s room opened. Wonshik sat at the far end of the table, with Heechul, Taeyong, Daewon and Junhan taking up the sides. All of them stood when you and Hongjoong arrived. He took up an empty seat next to you, while you sat at the head of the table across from Wonshik. The old man looked at you with a proud smile. 

“Good Morning, Your Majesty,” he said. “It is refreshing to see the ruling monarch sitting with us at the council table again.”

“And I plan to come to as many of these as I can,” you replied. “I have asked Seonghwa and Prince Hongjoong to join us.”

“As expected,” he nodded. “Her Majesty may invite whoever she believes will be fit to give his opinion on important matters.”

“Enough pleasantries, Wonshik,” gruffed Junhan, Master of War. “We have many things to discuss.” 

“Ask for a progress report in locating Sookmyung,” Hongjoong leaned over and whispered. 

“I’d like to know where we are in finding Sookmyung,” you said to the council. 

“We’ve been unable to locate the former queen,” Junhan, Master of War, answered. “We believe she has fled with her allies, but no idea as to where. Gongju is closest to us, so it is likely she will travel there first. We already have scouts seeking her out, Your Majesty, and Prince Hongjoong has sent word to the rebel leader to place spies in their courts. She will come out of the woodwork eventually. Once she hears of our plans to crown you as queen, she will act on impulse and behave rashly. If we’re lucky, we can use that rashness to our advantage.”

“And of the dukes who remain in the palace?” you asked. 

“They’ve all pledged their loyalty to you, Your Majesty,” Wonshik answered. “When your coronation comes, they will make public vows in front of the entire court, but for now, our alliance is still intact. That aside, those lords will wish to talk about trades with you once this is all over. They’ll want something in return for their continued alliance.”

“You will also have to prove you won’t turn into your sister,” Heechul added. “We all know you are far from being her, but they do not know you as we do, Your Majesty.”

“Unfortunately, treating with nobility is a lot harder than pleasing the common folk,” Wonshik said. 

“What sort of things would they ask for?”

“Nothing outrageous,” he dismissed. “Land, titles, treaties or gold.”

“I know for a fact that Daegu is going to ask to lower port fees,” Taeyong, Master of Ships, said. “Sookmyung’s taxes and fees on local merchants are far too high and it makes trading between the coastal cities difficult. This puts a heavy burden on the lords there.”

“Iksan will ask for more military power,” Junhan added. “They have had lots of run ins with outlaw groups raiding their trade routes.”

“Starving citizens,” Daewon, Master of Law, said. “A lot of the so-called ‘bandits’ the guard picks up are people in need. Lowering taxation on resources like food and clothing will make merchants lower their own prices so people can afford to buy them.”

“We’d need a near overhaul of the economy for that to happen,” Heechul argued. “The coppers are plenty but not unlimited, Do.”

“Then perhaps it’s time there was one,” Daewon retorted. “Sookmyung’s financial plans always centered on the elite. I know I personally can afford to pay my taxes. Can you say the same, Kim?”

“I can-”

“-Intervene,” Seonghwa whispered to you hurriedly. “You have to keep them on track before this gets louder.”

“My lords,” you spoke up, stomach churning when they immediately stopped. “If….If an overhaul is what we need to get our people fed, then we’ll make sure it’s done. Our people are starving in squalor. We must do what we can to help them.”

“There are lords around these parts who might not be happy with having their taxes raised,” Daewon said, still eyeing Heechul. 

“They’ll survive,” you said right away. “I’ve seen how these lords and ladies live. A small increase will not kill them.”

“Not many lords or ladies will like having their taxes raised,” said Wonshik. “What would you do if they refuse?”

You thought about it for a moment, then said, “I’d compromise with them until we came to an agreement.”

“And if they didn’t budge? What then?”

“I…” you struggled to think of a proper solution, “Well, I’d keep going until they did.”

“You could lower their contribution amount,” Hongjoong answered. “If we raised both their contribution to The Crown and their taxes, they’ll revolt for sure. But, if we lower their contributions, they’ll be more inclined to pay the tax instead.” 

“Yes, that,” you agreed, nodding. 

“There's also the problems in the smaller villages, Your Majesty,” Wonshik said. “They do not have access to clean water or proper resources for housing. I recently visited a village just outside our walls that was raided by bandits. Houses burnt down, children slaughtered, families torn apart. The people need our help, Your Majesty. They want to know what The Crown will do to help them.”

“We will do the best we can,” you told him. 

Sookmyung’saggressive laws caused a ripple effect you never imagined. Every decision she made trickled down to the lowest citizens, the poorest getting the worst of it. You attentively listened to each man’s thoughts, taking it into consideration and seeing if it aligned with your own wishes. Seonghwa and Hongjoong managed to placate the men whenever they grew too heated with each other, but otherwise the group kept things civil. After much back and forth, arguments, rebuttals and objections to each other’s proposals, you and the advisors finally came up with new laws and changes. 

They voted on lowering property taxes on the poor and raising the ones on the rich. But, the amount of tribute required by each lord will also be lowered to avoid said lords raising taxes on their own lands. Advisor Heechul insisted this will lift many people out of poverty over time. Imported goods will remain the same, but exports will be raised to bring in more money. In the meantime, a portion of the “royal crops” would be given to the people. 

The “Queenswood” surrounding the palace and city will no longer be off limits. Hunters would be encouraged to explore the land freely; any extra game they wish to trade will not be taxed by the crown. Speaking with Advisor Daewon, the both of you agreed that removing the fences and guard towers at the borders was the first step. 

With Junhan, the city guard would resume their patrols on the streets, replacing the military presence. He agreed that the formal city guards would lower fear amongst the citizens, and the military can focus on their real purpose. The corrupt leaders extorting the smaller businesses wuld be rounded up alongside the slum lords and be punished accordingly. The both of you agreed that your people should feel safe in their own kingdom. 

“These steps may be small,” Advisor Wonshik said at the end of the meeting, “But their impact will be large. The people need to see that their new queen wishes only the best for them.”

They agreed to put everything into action immediately. When you left the advisors, Hongjoong went to speak with Wonshik alone, which left you with Seonghwa. Your handmaidens and guards nearby, you become increasingly aware of their constant presence. Before, it never bothered you since Sookmyung was their focus, but that changed. You are their priority now, and you still did not know how to feel about that. 

“Do they have to follow me all the time?” You asked Seonghwa in a low whisper. 

“It's advisable that they stay at your side for now,” Seonghwa said, “But if you'd like, I can send them away for a while.” 

You'd been about to answer when a foul scent caught in your nose. You recognized the scent right away as it grew stronger. The stench of the dungeons was unmistakable to you. Walking away from the royal offices, you went ahead of the group into the main courtyard. It became more pungent as you drew closer to the jail. There, you saw Hongjoong talking with the head physician, an older man named Yoon. Soldiers carried people out of the jail on stretchers to blankets laid on the ground. You clasped your hands over your mouth. 

Perhaps it was the darkness and your own discomfort that made the number seem so small. But now, standing several yards away, you saw dozens of victims. Men and women laid out groaning and weeping in pain as physicians treated those they could. The faces that once haunted you in your dreams now came to life. Tears welled in your eyes seeing the people you watched be broken. It is your fault. You should have helped them sooner. You should have stopped her. You had plenty of opportunities, but you'd been paralyzed by your own fear. 

“Your Majesty,” Seonghwa’s voice came to you softly, “You don't have to see this. Let's go to the hare-”

You ignored him and walked towards the first body on the ground. A young man covered in filthy, bloody rags laid shivering. You recognized him immediately: the young man Sookmyung hung from the ceiling with weights. You moved closer to him, hearing his haggard breathing and whimpering, and knelt down. He’d been the stableboy who tended to Sookmyung’s horse. When her newest mare fell ill and died, Sookmyung blamed him for not maintaining its health. Of course, this accusation was ridiculous, but that never mattered to her. You gently brushed matted hair from his forehead. 

“How bad is it?” you asked the physician attending to him. 

“Very bad, Your Majesty,” he answered, dabbing disinfectant on the wounds. “Several bones are broken or dislocated. I managed to put them back in place, but some of the injuries have become infected from the conditions below.”

“Will he live?”

“With some medicine and rest, he may be able to begin recovery. He is one of the lucky few who have such a chance.” 

You looked down at the dazed man, and said, “What is your name?”

“Kyun-Kyungwoo,” he croaked an answer. 

“You are safe now, Kyungwoo. I swear it.” 

“No, no, no! Don’t! Don’t!”

Your head shot up at the panicked voice. Two rows away was a young woman flailing her arms at the man trying to tend to her. You realized the man was Yunho, wearing a beige overcoat tied at his waist. The long black hair he often left down was tied into a top knot, held with a pin to keep it from his eyes. Gently, he took hold of the woman’s hands to steady them. 

“Sookmyung is not here anymore,” you heard him gently reassure her as he held onto her hands. “She cannot hurt you.”

“She-She sent you!” she screamed hysterically. “She’s playing a game! A trick! She sent you to make me think she’s helping me! Don’t heal me!”

“I have to. You’re injured, and your wounds are infected.”

You left Kyungwoo’s side and went over to the pair. Right away, you understood the woman’s distress. “Insook,” you said her name softly, kneeling beside her, “Insook, please hold still. He cannot wrap your wounds if you’re moving so much.”

Wide, panicked eyes flitted over to you. Insook, a cook in Sookmyung’s kitchen, was accused of putting poison in her soup recently. Black strands of hair sticking to her sweaty forehead, blood  dried on her fingers and stained her thin tunic. 

“YN!” she gasped your name, grabbing your collar t bring you closer, “Tell him! Tell him what she’s doing! You know! You always knew!”

“Insook,” you uncurled her fingers from your jacket, then said, “Sookmyung is gone. She isn’t here anymore. You are not going back into the cells. I promise you.”

“Lies! She’s letting me out only to put me back in! She did it last time! I’m not a fool!”

“If that were true, she wouldn’t have her Flower attending to you, Insook.”

“Fl-Flower?” She glanced over to Yunho, who nodded “Wa-wait. You’re…You’re one of hers…”

“I was,” Yunho nodded, “But not anymore. You're not hers either. Now, please,” he gingerly took her injured hand, “Let me start here. These are the worst of them.” 

“No!” she pulled her hand away, “YN, tell her I didn’t let him touch me! Tell her I was a good dog! I didn’t-”

“-YN, give me that jar right there.”

Yunho nodded to a small glass jar near a leather satchel. You picked it up and handed it to him. Yu watched him pick out one of the small white nubs inside, then hold it to Insook’s bloody nose. It took several sniffs before her cries quieted, her eyes rolled back and she fell unconscious. You looked up at Yunho. 

“Sookmyung used to release some prisoners,” you said, “And then recapture them right when they thought they were free. She said watching the hope leave their eyes made her feel alive.” You smoothed hair from Insook’s head, the rancid stink of the dungeons coming off her. “How bad is she?”

“A few broken bones, some whip lashes on her back, but she’ll be fine with some rest,” he told you, starting to work on her missing fingernails. “Forgive me for leaving guard duty, Your Majesty. Physician Yoon asked me to come help him when Queen Jisoo started summoning the physicians. I’m a better healer than a fighter, I’m afraid.”

“Good, we need more healers at the moment,” you replied. 

“Considering how many people are here, that’s more than true. Your Majesty-”

“-YN, please-”

“-YN,” he nodded, “I knew Sookmyung was awful but…I didn’t believe it was like this. Some of the injuries these people have are horrendous. One man had scorpion and spider bites all over his body; one of the other physicians said he must’ve been in there for days.”

The Box. You hated thinking about it. “I’m sorry you had to witness all of it,” he said, looking away from his work to meet your eyes. “I can’t imagine what seeing this does to someone. I’m glad it never changed you.” 

You’d given him a small smile when a small voice croaked out your name. Another familiar face, a young boy with a bandage over his eye and a physician putting a cast on his left leg, broke your heart. Immediately, you scooted over to him and lifted his head to rearrange the pillow underneath. Jiwoon, arrested for poaching in Sookmyung’s forest like so many others, would never see out of his right eye again. 

“Hello Jiwoon…” you said, looking over his cracked lips and hollow cheeks. 

“Is it true?” he asked in a hoarse voice. “Are we really free?”

“Yes, it’s true.” 

“I can see my papa now?”

“I’ll make sure someone tells him you’re here,” you said, remembering the boy’s father as a palace guard. You picked up a water canteen nearby, “Here, drink this.” 

You tipped his head to help him drink, heart aching as you listened to him gulp the water. Nearby, you saw one of the guards watching over the scene and called him over. You ordered him to find Jiwoon’s father, then told another palace servant to send a message to the kitchen. 

“Broth and bread,” you said, “As much as they can make.” 

This went on for some time. People who looked on might be seeing a queen trying to build up an image, but that wasn’t your intention. Each person you comforted healed a piece of you; you hoped it healed a piece of them as well. They’d spent days wallowing in pain and suffering. You prayed they found a shred of hope in your gentle words and assurances. 

Once you saw the last of the living, you looked upon the dead. So many. It sickened your stomach and brought tears to your eyes. Seeing one woman in particular, you remembered your helplessness. You couldn’t save her. You couldn’t save any of them no matter what you’d said. Sookmyung always laughed at your softness, saying that she’d make you strong one day. As you walked amongst the dead, those who’d loved them started walking onto the courtyard. Servants who’d waited for word about their loved ones wept openly, crying over the injured or deceased. 

You’d finished consoling the daughter of one of the victims when you noticed her. A young woman laid a few feet away in all black. She bore all the signs of Sookmyung’s usual methods, but you didn’t remember her face. What drew you closer was Hongjoong gravitating to her first. Then, you suddenly remembered her: the assassin from the garden. 

“Naeun,” Hongjoong said when you reached him. “She was the assassin Sookmyung tortured the other night. She was from Wonju.”

“She was the woman you’d meet in the garden,” you said, more a statement than a question. When he looked over at you, you said, “I remember overhearing you with someone. I never told anyone because I feared what Sookmyung might do to either of you. I thought she was a lover you’d somehow met, not a spy.” 

“She was my contact, yes,” he nodded. “I was giving her information I learned from Sookmyung. It was easy because she spoke about her plans so freely in front of us. I couldn’t leave here, so being an informant was the best way to help my people.” He bit his inner cheek, then said, “I can’t let her death be in vain, YN.”

“It wasn’t,” you said, touching his hand. “You are a prince again, and that’s only the first step.” You then realized something. “I’m sorry you witnessed her death. Sookmyung never went easy on anyone. If she thought Naeun wanted to kill her, she likely made it worse.”

“She never gave in. She didn’t say a word no matter how terrible the torture.”

“She was stronger than most I’d seen, then. Sookmyung preyed on the weak, but she loved breaking the strong. Naeun must’ve not wanted to give her the satisfaction of believing she’d won.”

“None of Changbin’s rebels would,” he said. He withdrew a necklace, the winged dove charm broken into two pieces. “This was hers,” he explained, putting the charm on her chest and placing her hands over it. “She used it to pass a message to me the night she died. I think it meant something to her.”

You sat with him as he looked over the woman one more time. While you did not witness Naeun’s death, it still joined the hundreds stained on your heart. 

“She hurt so many people,” you said quietly, standing with Hongjoong but not looking away from the scene. “Not just in her dungeon, but all over the kingdom. She’d driven families into starvation, turned children into orphans and let her city become a crime-ridden slum. Nobody was safe regardless of distance. She’s likely hurting someone now because of how angry she is.” You didn’t want to imagine who’d become her newest victim. “If she came back into power, she’d be much, much worse.”

“Which is why she can’t come back,” Hongjoong said, “And she won’t.” He looked at the victims with you, “What shall we do with them, Your Majesty?”

“Heal them,” you said. “Prepare them for burial. Tell the people that we’ll be holding a funeral procession for them on their way to the gravesite.”

“What gravesite?”

“The one I’m going to have made for them. There are people here who need work, and we can pay them to dig graves for her victims,” you said, the plan forming in your mind. “It can be in honor of their memory. They can be buried in a place of light and beauty, instead of rotting in the dark. There’s a lovely spot outside the city that can be open to the people. We can send declarations around the kingdom so family members may come see them.” 

“A memorial to them,” he said, “And the people she’s indirectly hurt too. Wonshik and Jisoo will love the idea. It’ll show people you’re not the monster she is.” 

“That isn’t why I want to do it,” you repeated your words from the meeting. 

“No, it isn’t, but it doesn't hurt.”

You remembered each person. The baker who’d mistook her instruction for red bean as black bean. The seamstress who’d accidentally nicked her skin when fixing a hemline. The merchant who boldly proclaimed her taxes as unjust and the young woman who’d begged for her husband’s life. You’d made it a point to learn their names. Many times, you’d cradled a head as they whispered it to you. Being amongst them now, hearing their groans of pain, your eyes stung at the memories. Sookmyung could not return. She could not be allowed to continue on like this should she come back to power. You wouldn’t let her. 

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A/N: heeeyyy look what's back! I'm really glad to be back on this one. There's more to come so stick around! <3

[yumebambi-writes]

Sinclair bros with shared S/O who makes them move (headcanons or fic, whichever you want :> )

Emphasis on angst and hurt/comfort

Sinclair Brothers x GN!Shared!Reader Who Asks Them to Move (SFW)

Bo:

is not a fan of the idea

he grew up in ambrose, and he planned on dying in ambrose

he already doesn't like that he shares you with his brothers because he's possessive and hyper aware of his masculinity, and he fears that the polygamous situation y'all have going on is detrimental to his macho man persona. allowing you to push him around (how he likely sees you asking him to move from his home) added on top of that is like a kick in the nuts

it will take a LOTTTT of convincing, and even then, he won't agree unless both of his brothers do

he doesn't count on vincent actually wanting to move away because he's convinced himself and vincent that they need to be isolated from the rest of the world. unfortunately, this works against him because you're there to rewire their brains in a way that makes them realize that they're worthy of love and deserve to be seen

he's also convinced himself that all the luring and murdering of people has been for vincent's sake and to honor their mother's memory, and he doesn't see how they can continue that anywhere else (because they can't)

ultimately, he didn't receive the love he should have growing up, so he will eventually give in and do what you want because you're the only person who has shown him love (besides his brothers) for basically all his life. for this reason, he adores you and will do anything for you

Vincent:

also adores you and will also do anything for you

he was loved in a way that bo was not, but he was also hidden away and made to feel ashamed of his differences

when you showed up, you made him realize that there was nothing to be ashamed of (except maybe the murder)

he'd be terrified to move as he expects to be met with hate and prejudice from strangers in a new place. it takes you a long time to convince him, the same way it took you a long time to convince him that you love him

he doesn't trust anyone but you and his brothers, but he trusts you with his life. he's been pretty isolated from the world, and he hardly knows how to navigate it anymore, so he'll rely on you a lot which makes him feel like a burden. it's just a never-ending cycle of those big emotions

if you wanting to move has anything to do with all the murder and wax people, he might feel as though you're rejecting him which isn't your intention at all! you'll have to remind him that you love him and his art, but that his art has always been good enough, and he doesn't have to kill to perfect it

moving would be a huge anxiety inducer, and he'll probably never leave your new place and become a shut-in, but if you take your time and don't pressure him, eventually he'll come out into the world. if only to please you

Lester:

the easiest brother to convince to move

the idea doesn't bother him in the slightest, and he's actually excited by it!

he knows that he can find roadkill anywhere, so he'll never be out of a job

he, like you, wants what's best for his brothers, so he also wouldn't fully be on board until both bo and vincent are, so he helps you to convince them

he's the most independent of the three, but he's still the baby, and he still relies on his brothers for some things (especially love and connection). he wouldn't feel comfortable leaving without them, even if he doesn't currently live with them

he's an insecure man with a fear of abandonment (like both of his brothers), so he'll follow you to the ends of the earth as long as you let him.

he also has a hard time sharing you. he wants all your love, but he understands that you have a lot of love to share with all of them. somehow, this makes him feel lesser, like because you're splitting your love, you love him less than if you were in a monogamous relationship which isn't true at all! i think you'd have to remind all three of them of that, and i think moving in with them to a new home could be a great way to show them just how much you love them

i hope this was okay because i rewatched the movie to write it lol

[dangermousie]

Something that struck me extra on this LLTG rewatch - how subtle yet unmistakable the narrative is about the fact that being sheltered and spoiled as a woman is a recipe for disaster.

NN, ill-educated STEM feral child, gets how important marriage partner choice is more than all the rest of them, properly brought up in womanly virtues.

No, I don't mean she yearns for true love (she gets it, eventually, but that is not what she hopes or looks for) - but what she gets and a lot of the rest of the young women we see do not, is that you want a husband you can like and get along with, who can let you be yourself (and who is also acceptable socially because she's pragmatic.)

That is why her first choice, until it's OBE, is Yao - he's sweet and he's a friend and she knows she'd be the boss in that marriage. All the ladies in the capital swoon for Ling Buyi but she is never consciously swayed. She doesn't realize he likes her and she's not someone to build fantasies/pine for someone she can't have (in a way, knowing the man likes her is a necessary precondition for her to be even able to open her heart - she's spent too much of her childhood fruitlessly yearning for familial love to want to repeat that in her marriage.) Yao openly adores her so this allows her to consider him as a partner (that is why Scholar dude never had a chance btw, his courtship style is negging and NN is the last person that would work for.)

In fact, even after she knows Ling Buyi likes her, she is NOT excited to marry him because she doesn't want someone too high a status compared to her and someone as strong-willed as him because what she sees, and a lot of the rest of women looking for husbands in this story do not, that if there is a huge status disparity and a man is used to getting his own way, there is a risk of having yourself subsumed. A lot of the latter half is the two awkward, scarred by various trauma young people navigating boundaries of their relationship and what is OK for them and what is not (Ling Buyi IS used to barking orders, NN is overly defensive about even the slightest suggestions - they eventually meet in the middle and it's lovely but it's even more lovely that the drama shows it takes work and conversations and compromises.)

The thing that she gets, perhaps because she's a pragmatic survivor, is how the choice of a husband is the most important thing for a woman in that society. Her life fully depends on that, even more than of e.g., an Austen heroine, because in addition to those hurdles, this is a polygamous society (so how many other women brought in and how husband treats the legal wife versus concubines etc also is an issue) AND a society where if your husband goes down, you and your kids will be executed/enslaved along with him. We see how badly wrong marriages can go - Yao's eventual wife's first marriage is a great example, where she marries a man who abuses her and kills her family. Or even that one woman who marries a general who dotes on her and is a great husband, but commits treason and is executed (and she's only spared by the grace of the emperor.)

And the fact that all those women swoon for Ling Buyi and want to marry him SHOWS how the sheltered/spoiled thing has fucked them up. Remember princess whatever? She is dead set on marrying Ling Buyi and it's insane to me. Yes, he's good-looking and quasi-son of the emperor who dotes on him (since it's safe to do so, he's outside the dynastic fight) but that's great for about three minutes and boasting at parties. She is so sheltered from reality, she does not think what it would be like to be married to him. I don't mean his revenge quest since nobody knows. I mean if he was exactly who he appears with no other goals. Ling Buyi dislikes her and makes it known. He's rude to her (he's rude in general. Hell, he's rude to his parental family, openly! And emperor lets him get away with it), he clearly looks down on her and at a couple of points he genuinely threatens her and her family with murder. He's not charming or gentle or considerate. THIS IS NOT A MAN YOU WANT TO MARRY OMG!!! It has clearly not occurred to her to think past being carried into this house, envy of all her girlfriends - day in, day out with a rude, violent man who is the emperor's favorite (so you can't really seek help from your family if he doesn't treat you well), who dislikes you and who is entitled to take other wives.

Anyway, I love NN and her pragmatic mind and that she makes Ling Buyi EARN her consent and her loyalty and her love. (But then she is ride or die for him, isn't she?)

[tokusho]

if this does perhaps trigger you or go against your guidelines please ignore this, but mayhaps I request a fic where it’s a beach day for the tf141 + reader and the reader doesn’t go in the water because of their hidden scars they have on their arms and they don’t show it until their buttoned up beach sweater falls a bit and it shows them their scarred arms?

Oh no it doesnt trigger me or go against my guidelines! Thank you so much for the request I really appreciate it!❤️

I’m sorry for the wait btw I’ve been busy with work but I really hope you still enjoy this story anon!

TW: unspecified scars on arms, low self esteem

Poly!TF141 x GN!Reader

A little bit of angst but mainly fluffy💗

Nicknames used: mo graidh, love, doll

For the first time in forever everyone’s leave of absence is at the same time. Your excited ready to rest after such a long hard op and so is the rest of the team. Despite your protest everyone has decided to go to the beach for a whole day.

As you sit on the beach you make sure your light jacket stays in place not wanting it to slip off. The heat is unbearable even while finding shelter under a colorful umbrella. You sit on an old scratchy beach towel watching your loved ones frolic in the waves.

You’re a new part of the polycule with them and it’s your first time ever being in a polygamous relationship. They’ve never seen the long gashes on your arms knowing they will only find them disgusting. Even though they have scars it makes them so much more sexy, for you though they were ugly splotches of damaged skin.

Johnny comes out of the water soaked to the bone, his mohawk plastered to the side of his face. His smile is brighter than the sun as he trudges through sand to your beach towel haven.

“Mo gràdh what are ye doin under tha’ umbrella? I don’ wan’ ye ta miss out on all tha fun”

“I’m just not really in the mood to swim today”, you say bashfully not wanting to say the true reason.

Johnny leans in a little closer his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes softening.

“Are yeh sure? Its steamin’ hot outside an’ I don’ wan’ yeh to get sick. If theres a reason ye can tell me ah wont tell a soul”

You look at him your heart pounding in your chest anxious to tell him the truth, ready for the weight on your shoulders to be lifted.

“I’ve been anxious about-“

Out of nowhere a ball hits Johnny square in the head. Your train of thought is completely derailed as Johnny’s face hits the sand.

“Oh my god! Johnny are you ok?”

You look around to see Kyle cringing at the scene with Ghost next to him and John on the other side of a net.

“Sorry mate didn’t mean to hit you!”, Kyle yells out.

Johnny pops up with a grimace on his face, your resolve dissolves after.

“What were ya saying after a very rude interruption?”

You laugh half heartedly, “just don’t worry about it, lets join them yeah?” It just isnt the right time, it’ll happen eventually right?

You stand up grabbing onto Johnnys arm and yank him up to his feet. You grab the volley ball and toss it Ghost happily.

After a long time of playing the sun is beating down on you. The heat is smothering and the sweat accumulating under your hoodie is making you go mad. They don’t seem like they are close to stopping and you don’t want to ruin the fun so you keep pushing yourself to the utter limit.

“Hey can we take a break for a moment, I just want to have a quick drink”

“Of course ye can love its not like we’re gonna yell at ye for it. How about we all take a break then we’ll start back up again, “John says with a wide smile

The others nod in agreement their skin flushed and their hair soaked with sweat. The water bottle is your holy grail, you chug it like theres no tomorrow. Once your done you crumple it up feeling only a little bit better but it doesnt gove you relief. The fabric clings to you and no matter how much water or wind there is, it wont give you relief like taking it off.

You don’t see that behind you, they are worried for you. With brows furrowed and hushed whispers they send Ghost to get to the bottom of this.

As you sit in the sand grabbing another water bottle you feel a hand on your shoulder. Its heavy and calloused but it gives you some peace.

“Love y’need to take off the jacket”, Ghost says quietly.

His hands gently wrap around the jacket pulling it down your shoulders. Despite you not wanting him to see you dont have the energy to push him away. His hands gently coax your arms from the sleeves, you flush in shame of the scars on your arms.

Ghost looks you in the eyes and you brace yourself for yelling, laughing, just something horrible to happen.

Instead you feel his hand gentle on your arms his thumbs running over the scars. His brown eyes are soft despite the furrow in his brow.

“Why didn’t you show us earlier?”, his voice as soft as it can be.

Your eyes start to water, looking away you wipe your tears and say quietly, “I-I thought you all wouldnt want me, I thought y-you would think I was ugly with all these scars”

You sniffle holding back the tears, Ghost pulls you in for a deep hug letting you spill your tears.

“Your absolutely beautiful hon we wouldn’t want you any other way scarred or unscarred”

As you burrow your head into his neck he waves the team over to help comfort you. The team sits kn the large towel around you concerned for your wellbeing. Kyle sits next to you, his hand smoothing over your back.

“hey, you doin ok babe? Whats wrong?”

You only burrow further into Ghost not wanting to say it. He sighs rubbing your neck as he quietly says, “She has a couple scars on her arms an’ she thinks shes not good looking”

Johnny immediately pops up outraged at you thinking your not the most beautiful person walking on this earth. A glare from Ghost and Price shuts him up before he said anything stupid.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry for hiding this from you guys. I was scared that if you saw me like this you wouldnt want me anymore”

Kyle keeps rubbing your back leans towards your ear, “Hon listen to me, you are the most beautiful person we’ve ever met. We would never want you in our life and we would never ever judge you for your scars”

You lift your head from Ghosts neck sniffling and rubbing the tears from your eyes, “Really?”

“Yes really love, I mean we all have scars. Johnny has one from fighting from a chicken and losing”

“AH DIDNAE LOSE AH WAS BEIN MAULED AN’ SURVIVED!”, Johnny yells angrily.

Despite your insecurities you laugh at his outburst, seeing your bright smile Johnny calms down a little more punching Kyle in the arm jokingly.

All of you sit together talking about the scars on each of your bodies and it makes you feel less insecure and more close to your boyfriends.

John stands up with sweat on his brow, “the sun is still beating down on us I think I’m gonna take a swim”

He reaches his hand to you with a soft smile on his face, “Wanna join us doll”

You look up at him unsure before taking his hand being lifted from the sand and saying happily, “alright sounds like fun”

The boys jump off the towel heading towards the ocean dragging you in.

[prettygirl-gabi]

All that mattered

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Rating:General Audiences

Warning: Fluff, slight (very light) angst, happy ending

Category:F/M¹³

Fandom:Seventeen (SVT) (boyband)

Relationships: !idol S.coups x f reader, !idol Jeonghan x f reader, !idol Joshua x f reader, !idol Jun x f reader,!idol Hoshi x f reader, !idol wonwoo x f reader, !idol woozi x f reader, !idol dk x f reader, !idol The8 x f reader, !idol Mingyu x f reader, !idol Seungkwan x f reader, !idol Vernon x f reader, !idol Dino x f reader.

Summary: What did you expect when you're dating all 13 members of Seventeen

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Hiiiii everyone who is reading! Welcome to the bouns installment of my new mini series called "Oi! Not this again!" They do not have to be read together or in order! I hope you all enjoy!

I'm thinking about making a version where Jeonghan goes of for military, let me know if you all would like it...

It all started as a dream I didn’t dare to believe could come true. Being with one member of Seventeen seemed unimaginable, but somehow, I had all thirteen of them. It was chaotic, beautiful, terrifying, and the most loving experience of my life.

I never meant for things to get so complicated. I hadn’t planned on falling in love with all of them. But how could I not? Each member held a special place in my heart, different and unique in their own ways. S.Coups’ protective nature, Jeonghan’s mischief, Joshua’s soft-spoken wisdom, Jun’s gentle warmth, Hoshi’s endless energy, Wonwoo’s quiet intensity, Woozi’s artistic soul, DK’s contagious laughter, Mingyu’s clumsy affection, The8’s calm confidence, Seungkwan’s fiery heart, Vernon’s understated coolness, and Dino’s earnestness. I loved them all, and, miraculously, they loved me too.

But love like this is not simple. We were walking a tightrope every day, trying to balance our love with the expectations of the world, with the fear of losing each other, and with the constant worry that this wasn’t sustainable. Polygamous relationships aren’t exactly accepted or understood, and this one—being in love with a whole group of idols—was something entirely different.

I often found myself suffocated by doubt. Was I giving enough to each of them? Was this fair to them, to me? Sometimes, in the quiet hours of the night, when we weren’t together, the anxiety would grip me, leaving me breathless and terrified that this would all come crashing down.

And then there were the fights. When you have fourteen people in a relationship, conflict is inevitable. It wasn’t always big—sometimes it was about time management or someone feeling left out. Other times, the fights cut deeper, about fears we didn’t voice, insecurities we tried to bury. And at the heart of it all was the constant question we never dared to fully ask: *Could this last?*

One night, it all came to a head. I had spent the day with Mingyu, and as usual, he had showered me with affection, his clumsy hands always trying to be gentle. We had laughed together, cooked together, and by the end of the day, I was exhausted in the best way. But when I returned to the shared apartment, the tension in the air was thick.

I barely stepped through the door before Jeonghan’s voice cut through the silence.

“Must be nice,” he said, his tone laced with bitterness. “Spending the whole day with just one of us.”

My heart dropped. “Jeonghan—”

“No, it’s fine,” he interrupted, standing up from the couch. “We all agreed to this, didn’t we? So it’s fine if some of us feel left behind.”

“Hyung, don’t do this,” Hoshi said, trying to defuse the situation. But the hurt in Jeonghan’s eyes was clear.

“I’m just tired,” Jeonghan muttered, running a hand through his hair. “We’re all giving so much, and sometimes it feels like it’s never enough.”

Tears welled up in my eyes as I tried to find the words. “I’m sorry. I’m trying—I’m really trying.”

“You shouldn’t have to try so hard,” Woozi said softly from his spot on the floor, strumming a guitar absently. “None of us should feel like this.”

The silence that followed was deafening. The guilt gnawed at me, twisting in my stomach like a knot I couldn’t untangle. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

Suddenly, S.Coups stood up, his voice calm but commanding. “Enough. This isn’t helping.” He turned to me, his eyes softening. “No one is blaming you. We knew this would be hard.”

“I can’t help but feel like I’m failing all of you,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “I love you all so much, but I don’t know how to make this work.”

Mingyu, who had been quiet since we arrived, reached for my hand. “You’re not failing, jagiya. We’re all learning.”

“But what if—” I couldn’t even finish the thought. What if I wasn’t enough for them? What if this wasn’t enough?

DK, always the one to break the tension, stood up with a shaky smile. “Let’s not do this tonight. We all love each other, right? That’s why we’re here. So let’s talk about this when we’re not all feeling so raw.”

Joshua nodded, his calm voice soothing. “He’s right. We’re all a little tired. Let’s take a step back and talk tomorrow.”

But the fear lingered, heavy in the room like an unwelcome guest.

---

The next day, we sat down together. It wasn’t easy, and it wasn’t quick, but we talked. Really talked. About the things we were scared to say before, the jealousy, the insecurity, the worry that someone was giving more or less. It hurt—God, it hurt—but it was necessary.

Jeonghan apologized for lashing out. “It’s not just you. I’ve been feeling… scared, I guess. That this won’t last.”

“I’ve felt the same,” The8 admitted quietly. “I think we all have.”

S.Coups squeezed my hand. “But that doesn’t mean we don’t want to keep trying.”

In that moment, something shifted. The love was still there, strong and unwavering, but so was the understanding that this wasn’t going to be easy. It never had been. But love is messy. It’s imperfect, and that’s what makes it real.

“I don’t know how to promise forever,” I said, my voice small. “But I can promise that I’ll try. Every day.”

“You don’t have to do it alone,” Vernon said, his eyes locking with mine. “We’re in this together.”

One by one, they all agreed. It wasn’t a solution, not exactly, but it was a step forward.

---

Over the following months, we found a new rhythm. It wasn’t perfect, but it was ours. We learned to communicate better, to listen when someone was feeling left out or overwhelmed. We learned to share our love, not just with each other, but with ourselves.

There were still moments of doubt, of course. That never fully went away. But now, we faced those moments together.

One night, after a long day, I found myself in the middle of the bed, surrounded by all thirteen of them. We didn’t say anything—words weren’t necessary. The warmth of their bodies, the steady rhythm of their breathing, the feeling of belonging—it was enough.

“I love you,” I whispered into the quiet, the words heavy with truth.

“I love you too,” came the chorus of replies, each voice layered with the same deep affection.

In that moment, I knew that no matter how difficult it might be, this was worth it. They were worth it. We were worth it.

And that was all that mattered.

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‐Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-Gabi✨️🎀

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💜 Pastry Cookie headcanons because I love her 💜

- she’s a transgender woman and bisexual polygamous

- age is around late 20’s to early 30’s

- unlike most of the members of the st pastry order Pastry wasn’t born into it. Rather recruited as a young child. So unlike someone such as Black forest, she has some knowledge on the outside world and what life was like before the order. Though that wouldn’t stop her from having to re-socialize herself and learning how to be a functioning member of society if she were to leave the order.

- like her actual name, her true personality has been suppressed by the order. Though thankfully not completely. When she’s off duty she can actually be quite sassy and blunt. And speaks her truth to the point where it can come off as her having no damn filter and saying the wildest shit.

- she has a very shaky sense of identity even though her “identity” has been sculpted by reverend mother since she was a child. And this lack of a stable identity would only get worse if she were to leave the order. Like at some point in her self discovery journey she would go from “most religious person ever” to “the most atheist mf you’ve ever met”. She’s the kinda girl to go from one extreme to the next.

- Pastry (for better or for worse) is very good at hiding the fact that she is serverly mentally stunted due to the order.

- A massive hypocrite

- speaking of emotional underdevelopment and having no filter, pastry would unironically say some shit like “you’re hair smells different from yesterday” and never realize how weird it is until someone tells her to which she will end up feeling like the worst cookie ever for up to like a month.

- she has a very creepy ass stare, the blue eyes and giant eye bags under them don’t help of course.

- she could beat Rye cookie in a fight, both physically and via weapon. She might not look like it but she’s actually really strong and Pastry herself doesn’t even realize it. Though of course she is not invincible. And her long robes drastically hinder her from showing her true freakish strength

- further more, her slightly above average weapon and combat skills was one of the main things that helped her escape the order

- Speaking of the “looks can be deceiving” trope. Pastry gets hella bitches, even with her sopping wet cat looking self. She’s specifically good with the ladies.

- Since pastry’s fate is still currently up to interpretation, I believe she would eventually loose her faith and leave the cul-I MEAN order. This would happen before the events of “match made in oven” (aka the wedding episode)

- Pastry and Black forest knew each other since they were kids, and like everyone else in the order Pastry found Black forest a little weird and a bit too obsessed with the witches. However Pastry also found Black forest kinda cute and had a pretty big crush on her. But of course these feelings would never come to fruition. (….yet)

- So when she came to found out the Black forest would become so obsessed with the witches that she tried to marry them only to be held back by the very order who encouraged it. She was quite devastated and angry.

- Pastry also came to realize that she was an accidental enabler to Black forest’s delusion way back when they were kids which just made her feel even more horrible.

- if post-order pastry had the chance to, she would probably try to kill reverend mother. Her endless devotion to the order transformed into intense hatred and determine to purge the earth of that horrible cult’s existence.

- other then her crossbow, pastry can also handle other weapons with surprising skill. It’s probably one of the only things she thanks the order for.

- apart from her terrifying eyes that stare into the deepest darkest pits of your soul. Pastry’s overall vibe or aurora is pretty disturbing. Though this vibe of hers doesn’t affect everyone (red velvet, pomegranate, etc).

- would probably listen to girl in red and Chappell roan

- has a tiny ity bitty bit of anger issues, lowkey similar to hollyleaf from warrior cats…so yeah maybe not a tiny bit

- speaking of Hollyleaf she inspired half of these headcanons so…Hollyleaf is Pastry’s no.1 kin if the warriors series existed in the CRK universe

- overall just a very socially awkward and traumatized mess.

[vibratingskull]

⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊ Thurfian's side of the story ₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆

Thurfian x F!reader x Thrawn

Your first husband is devoured by anguish and has something important to tell you, will you tear up with him or laugh at his face?

Tags: Angst/hurt/comfort, argument, divorce, suicide threat, pregnancy, polygamy, Thurfian's pov, Thrawn is only mentioned (sorry)

Thurfian is alone at his desk of the syndicure. He is supposed to be working, but he doesn’t. His mind is just so full of you at any moment of the day and night. 

And he knows you will keep haunting him until he lays on his death bed. 

Hs sighs deeply, hand folded before his mouth, his screen dark, when he hears the shush of his office’s door opening. 

"Thurfian? I brought you some caff, just how you like it!" 

You appear at the door with a full tray, your stomach swollen and round with his baby. 

What a divine apparition... 

You are glowing. 

So young, so beautiful, so joyous, so radiant... 

And him so old, so grumpy and dull... His old heart cries in his chest 

"Thank you pet..." He smiles saddly 

You grin, approaching with the tray. You take a muffin in your mouth and order him to make you place on his lap. You sit comfortably and he indulges in your warmth and scent. 

His arms slowly embrace your delicate body to hug you one last time. 

"Thurfian, I cannot eat my muffin all squeezed like that, you silly” You giggle. 

But he doesn’t release you. He wants his fill of you, one last time 

Just one last time... 

He deeply inhale your human musk, memories flooding back to his well ordered brain. 

At first, he gravitated around you for your sweet, sweet pussy. 

That single night changed him as a man and as a Chiss. 

But very, very soon, he was not trying to get close only for the formidable sex, but also because he realized you were truly intelligent, with opinions and deeply rooted values. 

Because he not only wanted to get to bed with you every night but also wanted to wake up next to you every day 

He calls you 'pet' to not let anyone see the power you have over him. 

Because truly he is the one with a collar and a leash in this relationship. 

He calls you 'pet' to not call you 'love of my life' 

He wanted to get close... 

For you 

Simply 

He felt safe for a time when the golden ring he chose was shining at your finger. 

But it was short lived 

You asked for Thrawn of all people to enter the holy bedroom 

He felt threatened, and immediately he felt the first cracks 

So he pushed him around, berating him, degrading him and his love before you each night! 

You both took it as a Dom game 

He was fighting for his very life... 

The first time was purely for the sex and he felt relieved to see Thrawn exit the suite for the rest of the night. He had you all for himself, to hug desperately while you smiled blissfully, ignorant of his turmoil 

But then you proposed to Thrawn to stay the night, to sleep with you both in Thurfian's very bed 

Why... Would you want that? 

You have Thurfian's love and them both for lust... 

Are you not satisfied with his love and affection? 

But when you turned to him for his consent your human eyes were glowing with such hope, Thurfian felt his heart stop 

True Chiss are polygamous but humans, culturally, are not. And he hoped he would have you whole to himself, as you had him whole to yourself 

He got rid of his entire harem for you... 

But there you are... With such hope in your eyes 

He agreed to make you happy 

For it felt more important than his own 

He held you close, your head on his chest, but Thrawn was pressing himself tight against your back, his large arms circling your waist 

What he saw in your eyes wasnt lust 

But love 

Love for Thrawn 

And when he looked at him, he saw the same shimmer in the younger Chiss officer’s eyes 

He heard the timer of life starting at this very second 

Soon, in one way or another, he will be out of the picture... 

You started to follow Thrawn on the Springhawk ‘To give him space and allow him to fully focus on the Syndicure’ 

‘To not get distracted by his silly pet’ 

But all he could think about was you in Thrawn's arms, living love, together 

And he wanted to scream, to burn down the entire estate and disappear into Csilla's deadly nature 

But seeing you run towards him to throw yourself in his arms when you came back from space was worth the agonizing hours of solitude and doubt. 

When he felt you strangling him in your hug and Thrawn’s slightly displeased gaze on his otherwise perfectly neutral face... 

It was worth it 

In these moments he returned to his true place: the number one in your heart 

Your husband 

Your only husband 

This victory was also short lived. 

He kept his impassible mask firmly in place when you both came to him. You did not need to say a word, your smile spoke for you. 

Again he wanted to scream 

Again he buried it down for your sake, for your happiness 

This was like torture 

He silently signed the papers and he became "first" husband 

Oh, you kissed him so much that day but nor out of love. 

Out of gratitude 

Oh you hugged him so tight, but it was to better run into Thrawn's embrace 

Thrawn... Doesn’t look at him as a rival, because in Thrawn's eyes he simply isn’t 

Thrawn is unmatched 

No one can pretend to be his rival 

Thrawn only has to wait for time to take Thurfians out of the picture, he needs not fight nor worry, time is on his side. 

He only has to be patient 

And Thufian knows Thrawn is a very patient man 

Thurfian bullys him harder in the bedroom, and gets more extreme In the hope of finally seeing the armour crack 

To see his resolution shaken 

But Thrawn only looks at him with that same infuriating patient look 

'You are no threat to me, old man’ his red eyes tell him every day ‘For I have won the race of Time.’ 

‘In due time, I will be the only one remaining at her side’ 

‘You can hold on to your power all you want. Time already ate you.’" 

Thurfian entered survival mode. 

He needed to find something, 

ANYTHING to make you stay in his arms... 

A baby? 

You always told him you wanted your own family, as he did, but he always was so busy, always on diplomatic conference or trips, only entering the marital bed at 2am to wake  back up at 5am. 

Always busy, always away, always head buried in his files and laws... 

No wonder Thrawn entered the picture so easily... 

What a fool he was! 

He started giving you more sweet attention, taking you more during the day, and using any excuses to revoke Thrawn's legitimate right to cum inside you. Thrawn obeys as a good submissive but the flash of raw... Hate he sees in his rival's eyes each time he refuses him the right to cum inside your warm pussy, just... frightens him 

He is flirting dangerously with the red line and Thrawn knows it too 

Thurfian gives you as much as he can, which is objectively a lot, but would it be sufficient? 

As always, he hides his fears behind the mask of the smug dominant pretending that he does not care, that he is an undisputed ruler in this bedroom, but he never felt his power so shaky 

And one day 

It happens 

A baby 

A pregnancy 

A child 

Of him 

An heir 

What a bliss 

You hugged each other so tight, but the very same night you hugged Thrawn instead of him 

How can you be so cruel ...? 

Why can't you see? 

The contless stabs into his heart? 

He did not even dare to take your hand in his. He rolled to the other side in silence to not look at you both loving each other so casually 

And there he is 

With you on his lap, innocently devouring your muffin with your signature lack of elegance he 

learned to adore 

"Thurfian... Why are you crying?" 

Thurfian opens his eyes wide as he feels your soft palm against his cheek. 

A single, silent, traitorous tear rolling down his blue skin 

"Are you worried for the baby?" 

Oh if only he was so selfless, Ch'acah... 

He worries for himself 

He lets out a gasp, ready to face the storm. He takes your soft hand off his cheek to kiss your palm reverently. 

Desperatly 

"Thurfian it's alright... The medic said they are in good health and grow rapidly as they should..." 

Is this baby even his ? 

He held on to that crazy Hope, but Thrawn could have gone behind his back. Why would he not? Thurfian would in his situation... 

"(Y/n)..." He softly spoke, earning your attention 

Thurfian never use your name 

Never 

"We need to talk." 

"Okay?" You ask, a bit worried suddenly 

You gulp a bit, looking at him with apprehension in your gorgeous human eyes 

"I think..." 

He feels his heart slowing down, like he was dying 

You tilt your heart with a silent question 

"It is Time... That we should..." His words die in his mouth "... Divorce." 

He only hears a gasp 

He looks up at you, to discover you with a shocked and deeply pained expression 

But mostly disbelief 

"But... But... Why?" You manage to ask between rising sobs 

"Do not make me say it..." He pleads 

Are you really forcing him to say it out loud? 

To admit that he failed 

That Thrawn won everything he ever craved? 

Are you really so cold-blooded? 

You truly are a Mitth... 

Suddenly your face hardens in anger and Thurfian receives the most prodigious slap he ever received across the face 

"HOW DARE YOU?!" You scream at him, beyond yourself while he gathers his senses "HOW DARE 

YOU PLAY WITH ME LIKE THAT ?!" 

You jump on your feet like his body suddenly burned your delicate skin. 

But truly your enraged gaze is burning his very soul 

"HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU!? HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME FALL HEAD OVER HEELS FOR YOU AND THROW ME OUT LIKE THAT?!" 

You grab a pillow from the sofa and throw it at his head, he evades easily and stands on his feet to move as you take a heavy book in your hand to throw at him. 

"HOW DARE YOU?! YOU HEARTLESS MONSTER!! YOU SKIN EATER! WHILE I AM PREGNANT WITH YOUR BABY!!!" 

You throw the book that hit the wall behind him with a heavy THUD 

"HEART STABBER! CRUEL MAN! I SHOULD HAVE NEVER MARRIED YOU!!!" 

 You already search for a new weapon 

 "Please... Do not say that... I am simply-" he dodges his favorite porcelain cup that explodes 

 against the wall, "I am simply  setting you free as you wanted" 

 "Setting me free? SETTING ME FREE??!" 

"Yes, I-" he takes an agile step to the side as you have found the cutlery of his office and starts throwing forks at him 

 And then 

You take out a knife 

You aim the blade at him with undisputable rage on your face 

 "(Y/n), let’s not make hasty decisions we might regret..." He tries to appease you 

He isn’t ready to die despite his age, but if it has to be today, if it has to be by your hand ... Then so be it! 

"OH! I AM THE ONE MAKING HASTY DECISIONS NOW? I AM?!" 

“(Y/n)...” 

You snear, big tears rolling down your face 

And then 

You do Something that takes him by surprise and socks him to his core 

You aim the blade to your throat 

"(Y/n) stop that immediately" he orders 

"Why?" You ask "Why would i not?" 

"(Y/n), I am not joking, stop that immediately." He hardens his voice 

He is losing control over the situation, that was NOT his plan! 

"Good... I am not joking either." You laugh between your sobs 

But this laugh is loaded with deep, real pain 

"I beg you (Y/n), do not do that. Think about Thrawn... Think about the baby..." 

He slowly advances towards you but you immediately press the sharp blade against your delicate neck 

He stops immediately 

"Please, Cha'cah. Think about the life you will have to left behind..." 

"A life without you...? I don’t want it!" You cry "It is not worth it..." 

"Be reasonnable... Think of all the pain your death will provoke." 

"AND MY PAIN OF BEING ABANDONED BY THE LOVE OF MY LIFE WHAT SHOULD I DO WITH IT?!" 

Are you... Talking about him? 

"Darling, sweetheart, Cha-" 

"DO NOT CHA'CAH ME LIKE THAT!" You scream. 

Thurfian's heart is in a frenzy, you lost all control, your hand are dangerously trembling way to close to your neck to his liking 

"DO NOT CALL ME LOVE WHEN YOU DONT MEAN IT!" 

"But I do mean it... Each time I called you love, even today..." 

He takes a sneaky step forward and you dont notice 

"YOU DONT LOVE ME ANYMORE!" 

"I do." 

Another step 

"THEN WHY DIVORCING ME?" 

"For your own benefits." 

"LIAR. I GOT PREGNANT AND YOU GOT TIRED OF ME!" 

"No, Cha'cah, no. You have never been more beautiful in my eyes since you are pregnant." 

Another step. He is almost there... So so close. He feels his hands trembling 

"I don’t... I don’t want a life without you..." You let out with a voice so broken he barely heard you. 

"I do not want a life without you either, but I must do what is right..." 

You close your eyes, lost in your terrible pain, lowering the blade in your despair 

That's his his chance 

And he takes it! 

He lunges forward and violently slaps the blade out of your hands. Without giving you time to do anything, he imprisons you in his arms and holds you captive in a tight embrace. You scream and squirm and try to fight him off, but as a Chiss he has way more strength and he pacifies you in his embrace 

He holds you close and tight until you stop trying to get away 

He slowly craddles you, your face against his heart 

You cry hard and for a long moment, he doesn’t release you for a second 

"Shhhhhhhhhh... Everything is all right, Cha'cah, I am here." 

He kisses the top of your head tenderly, a hand caressing your hair lovingly 

"Dont leave me..." You cry 

"I wont" 

"I cannot survive without you.." you sob 

"You won’t have to." He promises 

"I love you too much... I cant live without you..." 

"I am so sorry, Ch'acah, so sorry. I did not mean to scare you like that." 

His heart slowly calms down from that scare. 

He tenderly kisses your forehead. 

You eagerly respond by nudging yourself against him, like he would change his mind and abandon you for ever. 

He feels the fabric of his robe getting wet with your tears but he does not care, he gently guides you to the sofa of the office ad sits down with you, pressing you tight against him. 

“Why... Why even ask me such a thing?” You cry heavily. 

He internally sighs... 

“Because I was... afraid” He reluctantly admits. 

You tilt your head up to look at him, eyes red with tears.  

He gulps but continues. 

“I thought your love for me died... That you preferred Thrawn over me.” 

“Wh... I love Thrawn dearly, but I love you too! You are both my husbands, I want you both in my life, it would not be complete without you both in it!” 

He hums pensively, resting his head on top of yours, his long strand caressing your cheek. 

“... You were so focused on him, I thought you grew tired of me.” He explains, “I felt neglected.” 

“Thurfian...” You gasp, “Oh Thurfian... I am so sorry! I love you so, so much, I don’t want to lose you... I never meant to... I did not mean to...” 

At a loss for word, you circle his chest with your arms to hug him back tight. 

“I would die if you ever left me...” You whisper, “I am so sorry, I never realised...” 

“I should have talk to you instead of getting to the conclusion that you wanted to divorce me...” 

“I don’t want to divorce you, you are my Cha’cah, the father of my baby, my husband.” You squeeze him hard. 

“We have lot of things to discuss together. But first, I want to go on a vacation, only us, you and me, far away of everything. Of the Syndicure and the Cedf.” 

“All right...” 

“I want to meet us again, like at the beginning of our marriage...” 

You nod, still pressed tight against him like he would jump on his feet and run away from you. 

“I would follow you anywhere Thurfian...” You promise. 

“I love you Ch’acah.” He confesses 

“I love you more.” 

@bluechiss @justanothersadperson93 @thrawnspetgoose @thrawnalani @twilekchiss @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @obbicrystaleo @elise2174 @davesrightshoe @holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni @princesslunamoon19 @janjtje @helrose8 @debonaire_princess @courier-jackalope 

[emo-gremlin]

More Cannibal Puzzles tidbits!

🩸 Makes money by making a Human flesh cooking show on the dark web. He talks about his favorite movies and inspirations for his recipes. He does live streams twice a month where viewers pay to ask him questions.

🩸 A few fans have volunteered to become "Friends". He happily accepted.

🩸 Is currently experimenting with making wine out of blood. So far, he's found that people with ABS are the best candidates for this procedure.

🩸 Polygamous, and Omnisexual.

🩸 Watches medical documentaries, horror films, and true crime for inspiration.

🩸 Loves his wine, but can't hold his alcohol. He's an expert on what wines pair best with meals.

🩸 Ate his Leggy 2.0 plushie thinking it would appear in his channels. It did not.

🩸 Despite being a cannibalistic serial killer, the man has his standards. He doesn't eat pregnant women, or the elderly. His old puzzlebox fans however...

🩸 They're free game. He'll show those little fucks what TRUE entertainment is.

🩸 A true gentleman to all his lovers, and polite to food service workers.

🩸 Dreams of one day eating at one of Gordon Ramsay's restaurants. He grew up watching the man and understood Luigi's desire to be a meat mallet again. He was truly sorry he couldn't change him back.

Enjoy!

[lanbichenbunny]

Pit Babe S2

I saw a post from someone else here on tumblr about Pitbabe S2 and their concern for the new series.

I’m not going to tag them in this post, I don’t want cause trouble with them, I just wanted to make my own post based off theirs and add my own feelings.

We all love Pitbabe and the boys and want the best for S2, it’s only natural to have concerns about the new series.

This comes from a potential spoiler given by one of the cast. I hadn’t previously heard this spoiler and I don’t know how true it might be, so keep that in mind here.

Potential Pitbabe S2 spoilers below stop reading if you don’t want to know.

Charlie and Babe are going to argue more.

My thoughts on this are that it doesn’t really concern me, the two of them argued a lot in S1. Some couples do just go through a lot of arguments, it doesn’t mean they don’t love each other.

As long as Charlie and Babe don’t become toxic with their arguments, I’m fine to see where this goes and not be overly worried about it yet.

There could be cheating in the Charlie Babe relationship or someone else getting involved. I’m not too clear or they could end up polygamous? Or that there will be many lovers

I can’t see Babe wanting to share Charlie, I also don’t think Charlie’s the kind of person to cheat.

If there is going to be a Charlie and Babe baby I think they would be less likely to cheat on each other.

Don’t get me wrong A baby won’t stop one partner cheating on the other. It’s just a super low thing to do and I’d be so mad if it did.

Maybe ‘more lovers’ could be out of context and could just mean maybe we’ll get a North x Sonic relationship kicking off, or Peet and Way or some other combination of characters could get together.

I don’t think the spoiler necessarily means more love interest for Charlie and Babe.

Spoilers are sometimes red herrings and a certain Pavel is a total germlin (I mean this is an affectionate kind of way.)

Finally, Just because the cast are dropping hints, doesn’t mean some aren’t potentially made up to keep us fans talking and guessing and to keep some secrets of S2 hidden.

S2 won’t be able to make everyone happy, there might even be things to be angry about, but let’s just see it first and give it a chance.

[xtreme-cringe]

Hi I’m new to the doors fandom but I’ve listened to their music for ages. Recently I saw an article in which John said it took him years to forgive Jim Morrison, and I kind of felt like all his bandmates were sick of him towards the end, and that makes me really sad 😢 I want to know your perspective on their relationship…I just finished reading the biography no one here gets out alive yesterday…the Jim I knew from interviews and concerts was a well spoken intellectual and such a sweetheart, but in the biography he often seemed like a massive drunk and misogynistic asshole…it messes with my head and also I couldn’t help questioning how much ray said about him was true and how much was propaganda 🥲 So I really wish to hear your thoughts

(btw I also new to tumblr (just don’t want to step on any toes because I don’t know the rules around here

Hello! Yes welcome to the fandom : 3

But I know the guardian article. In all seriousness, yes I believe they all grew tired of him. Don't worry, this all messes with me too : (

Their relationship to me was like a dysfunctional family or as John said, a polygamous marriage without sex. These men weren't saints but the worst was Jim. Yes, Jim was very smart and sweet but I believe that was him sober. Or on a good day.

You know, two things can be true. Jim could be sweet and terrible. It was the alcohol as he was basically an alcoholic. For all we know, it could've awakened or exacerbated something in him. I want to think that no Jim wasn't like that but when there's lots of evidence against it... Hard to think otherwise.

To circle back, I personally think the other three did love him. In the guardian article, John said he didn't hate Jim, just the way he went out. He used to be a bit scared of Jim, but he was just as fascinated [not to be so morrismore pilled lol] John even wanted -and pleaded? - to get Jim out of touring to help him.

And then there's ray... Obviously he loved Jim. Robby did too.

But I want you to know loving bad people is hard. Sounds weird but it's true. Seeing as we both have such affection for this group I think and hope this will help you. Because yes Jim was both sweet and an intellectual but a drunkard, a candle burning too fast.

Hope this helps : (

Also dw about stepping on any toes! Here, you are very welcome and you seem to be doing well. Glad to meet a baby doors fan! : 3

[thatnonameuser]

I love the AU. It tickles the brain and I love reading your replies to asks.

I also have a question, there are some animals that are polygamous, would that apply to darling as well or does that one yandere beastman have more than one darling?

Thank you!! I feel like the asks just give my brain more inspiration, so I love reading all of them!!

To be honest, I'm not actually sure if it would or it won't.

The claim is what ties a darling to a yandere, and a darling can be claimed by multiple people at once. So darlings can have multiple 'spouses' even if they weren't officially married.

With yanderes, it works on the one true love thing. That gaping hole in their hearts can only be filled by that one person. But there are cases among the fae where they're previously deceased darlings 'come back to life' years after the darlings death.

Some yanderes who are already married to a yandere and find their real darlings can be polygamous.

It might be messy but, it can happen on both sides.

[whysoblue2]

Is you Kallamar still single?

...Eh, he's canon polygamous anyways. Is he open for funtimes with humans?

Yes, he is currently still single! (playing The Bachelor™ until he finds True Love again) And yeah he is very much poly in my HC as well, but as much as he would try whatever he likes, humans aren't in that world... wouldn't it be weird? 🤔

[cherrysweets-world]

Hi, dear author, I really wanna thank you for writing this great fic of servant reader × Geta and Caracalla. Not gonna lie, it's a dynamic that I've fantasised a lot about since walking out the cinema. Being both emperors' favourite in a polygamous relationship, cmon, I love a little self-indulgence.😉 So discovering you work really feels like a dream that comes true. The story contains so many interesting elements, notably the power imbalance. Being thrusted into these two freaks' (affectionatly) palace and learning to handle them brings a lot of palpable fear and tension for our heroine. On the other hand, they could have ordered reader to sleep with them(not that they don't want to. I'm sure they do, lol) and she wouldn't have been able to disobey them, but I think reader is not just a piece of meat to them. They are captivated by her (successfully soothing Caracalla touched something deep in both brothers) and want her be an essential part of their lives. You know, strangely, It feels to me they are wooing her, I suppose, in the only way they know how, by using their power to have her grace them with her presence all the time. Let's find out if it's gonna work😏

This makes me so happy! Little backstory but I used to write fics for a different fandom like 4 years ago but deleted my account. When I saw edits of Caracalla & Geta it awoke me from my fandom grave and I had to write something!

I thought about them for like 4 weeks before I persuaded myself to start writing on Tumblr again. I’m having so much fun and I can’t believe my fic could be as entertaining to someone else as it is for me🥹

Also they are totally wooing her I’m glad you caught that😂 in a fucked up way of course but lord it’s kinda working

[dangermousie]

I think we are supposed to think it's cool ML threatened suicide so his father wouldn't marry his side chick after his mom died but like...dude. Mom is dead why can't he marry someone else? That's just...

I dunno. I get where they are going with it but I am just not feeling this whole storyline at all.

OK, dad promised to only love mom then changed his mind. I am sorry, I am sorry this is a polygamous society, he is a period man, I am just not seeing that what he did was egregious and certainly not to the degree that ML is normal for threatening suicide for him not to remarry when he's a widower.

LIKE

You CANNOT have this try to be a period tale that is trying to be somewhat true to period mores AND have your modern attitudes. Not without providing at least some more justification for ML's attitude within context of that society (even if it's he's an intense and damaged oddball, not the way it's presented as normal enough course of action)

This drama was really doing it for me for the first 13 eps though too mellow for me to get obsessed but 14-15 really are rubbing me the wrong way.

Also, because of various restrictions, a lot of danger and stakes get removed from proper historicals (as opposed to xianxia/wuxia/xuanxuan or even to lesser degree fake fantasy take of historical China) - there is no true darkness in this sunny world - not like in Joy of Life or Eternal Brotherhood or even Blossom - it all feels very safe somehow, the court arguments sanitized, the heroes not truly threatened.

[horizon-verizon]

I still find it hilarious how even after they made Jon a Targ in GOT and butchered Daenerys’ character to prop him up as some “male leader we all needed ”; it’s only Daenerys who is brought up in the spinoff about Targs. If I was a Jon bro I’d be mad asf. Now his story ended with him being back at the wall while his brother is king and no one, not even HBO cares about him being a Targ while the “mad queen” he killed off is still relevant and extremely popular. It really shows that they regretted killing her off and realized the only way they gon be able to pay the bills is to get a show about her family AND show her. They were reminded on who really people were watching the show for.

And not just a show bout her family but the dragons as well like they knew exactly what they needed to do and they giving us another adaption about her family like watch A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms have another vision with Daenerys in it (it better be from Daeron the Drunken, “someday the dragons will return. My brother Daeron’s dreamed of it”). Notice how her ancestors dreamed of Daenerys and not about Jon. She IS the prince that was promised.

Yuuuup. I'm sorry, but even with Jon's dad being a Targ AND the political problems the reveal of such would present, I just can't concieve Jon as a "Targ" the way I can with Dany even though she has a lot of differences from her ancestors (she has some important similarities). He's too Stark. Do I think he'd possibly still press for a claim or that it's a possibility that has strong legs, yes (under the context of Targ men almost always disfavoring or disabling their female relatives for power). But his personhood derives more from his Stark lineage than the one he only dreamed to mirror Daeron I. A lot of young noble Westerosi boys had Targ inspirations bc they were important historical figures that literally changed so much of Westeros and the family ruled for about 200 years.

I am also aware that within the universe/Westeros itself, yes by many people's estimation or desires, he would be considered a Targ bastard or--somehow but I think highly unlikely, it turns out Rhaegar married Lyanna and somehow this is ruled a true polygamous marriage even though this has never been really socially incorporated and accepted since Maegor--a legitimate Targ princeling. Doesn't mean he's got a Targ "character", you know?

You'd think certain Stark and Jon stans would love that, but no you got angry people upset that a man is not the center of the universe and the prime hero so they are willing to "dilute" his Starkness or at least "halve" or make it share his personhood to emphasize the supposedly evil Targs. Ha.

This is why sexism, racism, and xenophobia gets us nowhere. You see you own stats, see how most of your audience responds more to the woman of the tale, see how the entire story revolves around her saving the world through her kindness and and you decide that, no actually, we can afford to kill her off and be blind to the fact that we've severely diminished the emotional and logical value of all our next ASoIaF projects...for why, sir?