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The Gods We Can Touch Chapter Eight: The Lord of the Tides

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Summary: The older twin of Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, you were a picture of the maiden, untouched and untainted by man's sins. At least, that was what Alicent Hightower believed when she held you in her arms moments after her old friend's labors. You were her shining light, her dream. Though you were never hers, she believed you were meant to be.

What will become of you as time passes and the Queen's shining light grows within the blackened darkness? Will her eldest son's morbid fascination with the light burn the realm? Or will her second son's obsession with the only daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen change the course of the Seven Kingdoms as we know it?

Author's Note: Hello, everyone! I'm posting a chapter within two weeks and not a month? What sorcery is this? Anyway, thank you for staying with me through these chapters. We're getting to the juicy stuff here soon, which will be very angsty. I also want to remind everyone that this is a dark fic that deals with suicide, SA, and severe mental illness. You'll hate some of these characters and their actions and have questions about them as the story progresses, but everything has a reason, and it'll all tie together eventually. Just have faith, babes.

Chapter Warnings: misogyny, eugenics, mentions of and trauma related to COCSA, suicidal ideations, severe mental illness, self-deprecating thoughts, and sexual harassment.

The Great Hall echoed with the clamor of anxious voices. The petition summoned all the court members, seemingly attempting to embarrass your family publicly. Although hearings like these did not necessitate the presence of all the Lords and Ladies, they were all there, rendering the open space oppressively stuffy and cramped. The Iron Throne commanded attention with its imposing presence. Fashioned from the melted swords of Aegon the Conqueror’s enemies, it formed a seat that threatened anyone who ventured too close to its pointed metal surface.

Daemon was conversing with your mother, and his strong fists clasped over his stomach as he leaned in to speak into her ear. Luke stood by her side, picking at his slender fingers while cowering beneath his cloak. You felt sorry for your younger brother. He didn’t want to be the Lord of the Tides and despised the idea so much that it became a fear of the sea. Part of you believed that Jace should inherit the Driftwood Throne since he was the second-born, but your mother’s advisors pressured that if Jacaerys married you, he wouldn’t be able to rule the Seven Kingdoms and High Tide, so Luke was next in line.

Your stepsister Rhaena was seated on the other side of you and Jace. You glanced at her slender form, noticing her white hair knotted into thick, cylindrical locs piled atop her head. She nodded toward your brother, who looked at his shoes with an undignified pout. You stepped forward, wrapping an arm around Jace’s body. He tried not to show how your gentle actions comforted him in front of the onlookers, subtly leaning into your side.

The hairs on your neck prickled as if someone was watching you closely. You caught a glimpse of your eldest uncle’s sullen face meeting yours. Aegon’s looming stare was fixed on you and your connection with your brother, his lips curving into a frown. Some of you wanted to return his stare with mockery for his audacity, but you held your decorum, fearing what his anger could entail if you went too far. Years ago, you experienced his kindness, leaving an irreparable scar on your soul.

You sensed the anxiety rising at the mere thought of having to confront your eldest uncle once more. Despite six years having passed, the wounds still feel fresh. Clutching Jace tightly to your side, you battle the overwhelming temptation to seek solace within his luxurious robes as a torrent of memories came rushing back as the petition commences.

“Though it is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survives his wounds,” Otto Hightower spoke, his voice booming across the Great Hall, “we gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. As the Hand, I speak with the King’s voice on this and all other matters.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“The Crown will now hear the petitions.”

Aegon felt a surge of frustration as he watched you avoid making eye contact, unable to bear the sight of you being affectionate with someone else. You had been his closest ally until Aemond’s actions shattered everything. With a scowl, he directed his gaze toward the ground and decided to converse with you about the years past. The eldest Prince was resolute in his determination to make you see that he was not the one at fault.

“Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon,” the Hand spoke, announcing the challenger to the room.

The individual accountable for this incident stepped up, adorned in an opulent doublet of rich velvet in a deep navy shade, almost black. He briefly acknowledged the presence of Lord Corlys’s wife. As he drew nearer, you found yourself in the presence of Ser Vaemond for the second time in your life. His facial hair displayed a striking blend of salt and pepper, evidence of the many decades of life experience that distinguished him from you.

“My Queen,” he greeted with a nod, “my Lord Hand.” Luke visibly bristled at his Great Uncle’s voice, retreating further into his cloak and your mother’s comforting presence.

If the Gods were fair beings, they would strike Lord Vaemond down where he stood for daring to spout treasonous lies before the Court. The mere petition was a ploy to publicly embarrass and cast doubt upon your mother’s claim as heir to the Iron Throne. This was why he chose to pounce like a lion in wait for its prey onto the opportunity of his older brother getting injured. It was as if Lord Vaemond had already declared his brother dead before he returned to his bed. You were raised by a second son and understood too well of their lusts for what the eldest sibling had.

As you tightly gripped Jace’s hand, you made a solemn vow to take the necessary action, not just to protect your family but also for the greater good of your kingdom. This would be the first time you would employ your extensive knowledge of herbs and medicinal practices for a malevolent purpose, but you were willing to do whatever it took for their sake. Throughout history, many distinguished individuals have fallen victim to choking on wine or food, which has proven fatal for even those of lesser stature.

“The history of our noble houses extends past the Seven Kingdoms to the days of Old Valyria. For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Velaryon has ruled the seas. When the Doom fell on Old Valyria, our House became the last of their kind.” You glanced at your mother while Vaemond droned eloquently, her regard downcast with a disapproving smirk. “Our forebears came to this land, knowing they would fail; it would be the end of their bloodlines and name. I have spent my entire life defending my brother’s seat. I am Lord Corlys’ closest kin, his blood,” the second son petitioned.

Out of the corner of your vision, you spotted Princess Rhaenys, her stare boring holes into the back of her good brother’s skull. Your worries that the Queen Who Never Was would not side with Luke and his claim lessened as you noted the irritation on her face, the fury at Vaemond’s claim that he had the right to be Lord of the Tides and not her, as if her rule during Corlys’ absence meant that the Driftwood Throne was not in safe hands until Luke was ready.

Otto stared at the man with a neutral expression, but his eyes betrayed his genuine emotions. Arrogance and pride shine through, revealing his bias. “It’s a true, unimpeachable blood of the House of Velaryon that runs through my veins.”

“As it does in my son’s, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon,” your mother interrupted, causing everyone in the room to direct their attention to her. “If you cared so much about your House’s blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as to supplant its rightful heir. No, you only speak for yourself and your own ambition-”

You sucked in a nervous breath, your gaze flickering to your mother as you scratched at your scalp. She knew better than to interrupt during a petition to the Crown. She would have scolded you for such an act. Perhaps since it wasn’t her father, she felt the ability to speak out of turn was appropriate. Even the daughter of the King wasn’t allowed such liberties.

“You will have a chance to make your petition, Princess Rhaenyra,” the Queen interrupted, causing your simmering vexation to spike into a rolling boil. “Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing him to be heard.”

You understood Queen Alicent’s opinion but couldn’t quell the rise of frustrated tears at her words. It was not her place to order your mother. She was a wife to the King, a consort, and whatever jurisdiction she had was given to her by a man. She held no real power, and remembering that would do her well.

As if Alicent heard your thoughts, her amber eyes flicked to you. You felt your stomach lurch as the bread you had earlier threatened to decorate the stone floor. You did not like the Queen after what she did to your mother and her obsession with you. Her possessiveness was something you never understood, nor did you want to. Whatever the Queen had twisted and distorted you to be inside her mind was not something you desired to give fruit to, disregarding her pleading looks as you focused on the Lord before you.

Ser Vaemond turned to stare smugly at Rhaenyra, continuing with his rant of blood purity and superiority. “What do you know of Velaryon blood, Princess? I could cut my veins and show it to you, but you still wouldn’t recognize it.”

A tugging at your bell sleeve brought your attention to Jace, noting how you unconsciously scratched at your scalp. Suddenly, you realized that in the moment’s intensity with Aemond, you had dropped your headpiece in the hall. Swiftly nodding that you were all right, Jace began to stroke the back of your clenched knuckles in a silent gesture of support. Your hand had long forgotten its comforting touch as it blanched from ire.

“This is about the future and survival of my House, not yours,” Vaemond finished, staring hard at your Luke as you cringed.

Jace did not let the Lord or the three people frighten you for long, subtly shifting to block him and all other stares from view like the moat of iron spikes surrounding Maegor’s Holdfast. Why were they all looking at you? The Lords and Ladies. Alicent, Aegon, Aemond, and Helaena. You silently willed them to stop, but it was for naught.

The Lord turned from Luke, his prideful grin duller as he addressed the Queen and Hand. “This is a matter of blood, not ambition. I place the continuation of the survival of my House and line above all. I humbly put myself before you as my brother’s successor,” Vaemond finally concluded, taking a few steps back, “the Lord of Driftmark, the Lord of the Tides.”

“Thank you, Ser Vaemond,” Otto concluded atop a throne that was not his as the second son gave one last grimace toward your family.

With the retreating of the Lord, you were given the perfect view of the Green children, the eldest still very much disinterested in what was happening around him, shifting on his feet as if he was itching to leave the room, which you supposed was true. The second child was attempting to dissociate from the world around her, uncomfortable with the animosity between the two houses, her golden dress the opposite of her appearance. The third and final member seemed to match his Mother and Grandsire, an air of superiority radiating from his toned body that sent shivers to your core.

“Princess Rhaenyra,” the Hand called, “you may now speak for your son, Prince Lucerys Velaryon.”

Your mother approached before the steps of the Iron Throne, her body language openly depicting her ire at the whole matter. Her complete disregard for the seriousness of the situation caused you to crack a smile, looking at Jace in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“If I am forced to grace this farce with some answer, I will start by reminding this court that nearly twenty years ago in this very room-”

Your mother’s remarks were cut short by the creaking of hinges, the grand doors to the Great Hall opening to reveal the rhythmic tapping of a cane.

“King Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of The Andals, the Roynar, The First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm.”

Gasps echoed through the expansive room as all eyes turned to your mother. She gazed in astonishment as her father appeared in public for the first time in years. The King of the Seven Kingdoms, half his face concealed by a golden mask, made his way across the grand throne room, causing a stir among the onlookers.

You recalled that six years ago, there was only a tiny sore on his cheek, such a minuscule gash that festered and grew to eat away at his flesh until you could see the rotting teeth within his skull. Tears pricked at your eyes as you listened to the steady tapping of your Grandsire, your heart unable to watch the hunched figure.

The Hand seemed more shocked than any. His stoic face of pride morphed into one of stunned surprise as your Grandsire made his way to the bottom steps of the Iron Throne.

“I will sit on the throne today,” the King rasped, his entire weight resting on the dragon head of his walking stick.

“Your Grace,” Otto reluctantly acknowledged, gaping wide as he took his place next to his daughter and her children.

A kingsguard quickly rushed to the side of his ruler, briefly assisting before Viserys weakly shoved him away. You couldn’t watch this—watch someone once so full of joy and love for his kin struggle to walk the stairs of his ancestors as you nestled your face into Jace’s shoulder. The sound of fallen metal echoed in the room, bringing your attention upward. Your Grandsire’s crown had fallen onto the stairs before the throne as a quiet grunt of discontent puffed past his chapped lips. Daemon was behind his brother before anyone was the wiser, assisting the last remnants of his late parents’ love to his ruling seat and placing the golden Crown of Jaehaerys on the remaining tatters of silver hair.

While you indulged in a lavish meal of quail and lamb on the breathtaking island of Dragonstone, you could aid him, but unfortunately, you were unaware of his plight. Overcome with remorse for not setting aside your troubles to support your Grandsire, you shed tears uncontrollably.

“Sister, you’re crying,” he whispered below the shell of your ear. You nodded silently, whipping away the stray water that collected on your warm cheek.

Jace knew your strong aversion to displaying any hint of vulnerability through tears. He recognized that you viewed it as a manifestation of a perceived girlish weakness that you deemed incompatible with your role as heir to the Seven Kingdoms. He felt helpless as he witnessed you, unable to offer the solace he longed to provide.

Staring at both of you with a fierce scowl across his narrow pink lips, Aemond believed you deserved to experience pain. However, he struggled with his emotions, attempting to quash the pang piercing his dark heart. Aemond envisioned himself as the unyielding pillar, braving the tumultuous waves during a tempest at sea. He saw himself as your shelter from the salty waters, ready to wipe away any tears that adorned your skin. Jacaerys was far from being a man deserving of a princess, unlike…

The Prince’s chest rumbled with a grunt of discontent as he resisted completing his thought despite knowing the truth in his heart. Upon hearing the sound, Aegon glanced at his brother with a perplexed expression and followed his line of sight with a mix of understanding and bitterness, forming a frown on his face.

“I must admit my confusion,” your Grandsire spoke, his frail voice reverberating through the high walls of the hall. “I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession.” You did not need to look at Vaemond to see his outrage. You could sense it from where you stood twenty paces away, your tears slowly drying as you gazed at the disappointed Queen. “The only one present who might offer keener insights into Lord Corlys’ wishes is the Princess Rhaenys.”

Everyone turned to the woman as she processed her cousin’s words. “Indeed, your grace,” she nodded, taking a moment to look at her brother-in-law.

Eyes followed the Queen Who Never Was as she spoke, her voice so smooth and elegant you felt envy for it at the back of your mind. “It was ever my husband’s will that Driftmark passes through Ser Laenor to his trueborn son, Lucerys Velaryon. His mind never changed.”

The atmosphere in the room was charged with a tumult of emotions. Anger, betrayal, shock, and relief swirled around the Great Hall like a powerful storm. Ser Vaemond was furious, deeply hurt by his good sister’s words. To him, being a true Velaryon meant everything, and he couldn’t bear the thought of his bastard nephew, born from a woman pretending to be virtuous, tarnishing his family’s name and the honor of the realm. He was resolute in his refusal to accept this situation. Vaemond’s bloodline was solid and pure, unyielding like the sea.

“Princess Rhaenyra has informed me of her desire to marry her son Jace and Luke to Lord Corlys’ granddaughters, Princess Baela and Rhaena. A proposal to which I heartily agree.”

The speed at which your head whipped towards Jace was almost otherworldly, nearly causing you to stumble. His face reflected your shock, his mouth hanging open like a fish before he turned to glance at your mother. A serene smile graced her pink lips, and she quickly lowered her gaze while placing a protective hand over her swollen stomach.

Apart from your mother, no one else seemed to share the same sense of pride. The Queen’s expression soured even more than you thought possible, and the Hand remained stunned by the sudden turn of events as you withdrew your hand from Jace’s.

Aegon had suddenly perked up at the revelation, uncharacteristically grinning as he watched the drama unfold while Aemond observed your misfortune with barely concealed satisfaction. You couldn’t pinpoint why he had an abrupt interest in the conversation. He no doubt enjoyed the misfortune of others, even if it was his kin.

“Well,” the King spoke, his breathing now calmed, “the matter is settled. Again. I hereby reaffirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark, Driftwood Throne, and the next Lord of the Tides.”

The entire family breathed a sigh of relief, their shared sense of burden and responsibility slowly dissipating as they watched the weight of the future shift onto the Greens. In that moment, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of guilt for not shouldering the load yourself. Princess Rhaenys, with an almost irritated yet dignified stride, stood beside her eldest granddaughter, her presence exuding a complex mix of annoyance and pride.

Though you hadn’t moved from your spot beside your twin, you felt like a league away from him, gaping blankly at the glistening steel swords running over the steps like a river. The longer you studied them, the more they began to contort, seeing viscous crimson liquid melt down the blades. The future you had planned with your brother was impaled to the hilt.

A scoff cut through the moment of joy, your head directed to the sound. “You break the law, centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir,” Vaemond spoke, venom laced within every syllable. “But you dare tell me who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon. No. I will not allow it.”

Your brown orbs flickered from the man to the King. “Allow it?” Viserys echoed, testing the word on his dry tongue. “Do not forget yourself, Vaemond.”

The thick, oppressive silence enveloped the scene, defying even the sharpness of Darksister’s blade. Every individual present held their breath, their anticipation palpable as they waited to witness the outcome.

“That is no true Velaryon and certainly no nephew of mine!” the second son shouted, causing everyone to jump in fright.

“Go to your chambers,” Rhaenyra ordered you and your brothers before swiftly turning her attention to Vaemond. “You have said enough.”

None of you obeyed.

“Lucerys is my true-born grandson,” your Grandsire declared. “And you are no more than the second son of Driftmark.”

“You,” Vaemond stated, taking menacing steps forward, “may run your House as you see fit, but you will not decide my future. My House survived the Doom and a thousand tribulations besides.”

He turned to your family, feet firmly planted with the grip on his longsword. Your look stared fire at his, jaw clenched as he spat his vitriol. “And Gods be damned, I will not see it end on account of this…”

You arched your head to the side, eyes widening in defiance as you silently urged him to speak the words that yearned to escape his lips. However, he disregarded you, considering you nothing more than a mere girl in a world dominated by men, a lost cause. You resolved to shed any lingering guilt about your intentions at that moment.

“Say it,” Daemon’s soft and menacing timbre whispered.

Onlookers scrutinized with bated breath as Vaemond considered his words, his gaze flickering from your father to you, Jace, your mother, and Luke. A sneer slowly pulled his lips, righting his posture as he bellowed.

“Her children are bastards!”

You inhaled a near-inaudible growl from your throat as you took a charged step forward, only to be yanked back by Jace before you could do something you would regret. Soft murmurs sounded, the Greens all sharing the same look of begrudging disappointment. Jace seemed just as furious as you, his lips curling into a snarl.

“And they,” he glared at you, then at your mother, his jaw tensing, “are whores.”

Your gaze immediately flicked to Aegon and then Aemond, your body independently moving as the crowd gasped. Aemond’s eye was no longer bright purple but a near black, shining like dragonglass shards. Despite this window into his soul, his outward appearance reached an unusual sereness. Thin lips parted as you noticed the faintest twitch, a tic you realized indicated his rage.

“You have said your piece, Lord Vaemond,” Queen Alicent declared, fists humbly clasped over her clothed emerald green stomach. “The king has affirmed his decision, and you will do well to respect it without saying lies about the young princess.”

Did people know of what happened between you and Aegon and that of your brother?

They couldn’t have. You took steps to ensure your image to the public aligned with their ideals. You studied in the Citadel, for Seven’s sake! Your mind raced with the possibility of your secrets being discovered, the chance that the realm would know of your sins before marriage. At the time, it did not seem to be a mistake as you and Jace believed you would be married, but now, just as it seemed like all things did, it slipped through your fingers like the sand that lined the shores of Blackwater Bay.

Aemond watched as you mindlessly attempted to run toward Vaemond like a combat-trained man. He thought it would be entertaining to watch you claw the Velaryon Lord’s eyes out and contemplated in admired silence how reckless you could become when enraged, wondering how far that wrath would take you.

You were unable to hear the sound of raised voices expressing articles of treason, threats of violence, and the unsheathing of a sword until you felt blood splatter on your cheekbone, seeing the sliced head of Vaemond Velaryon laying a few paces from your feet. Jace pulled your face to his chest as you gasped in shock, clutching his arms like he was the only thing keeping you grounded in this moment of grotesque insanity.

“He can keep his tongue,” Daemon declared, looking at the limp corpse below.

Studying his uncle in brief awe, Aemond’s violet eye flickered from the decapitated corpse to that of the assailant. He moved to see Jace’s feeble attempt at protecting you from the gore that lay leaking into the stones, mouth curling in disdain as he scoffed. Your brother was to be the one to protect you from harm, physical or emotional, yet he was incapable of doing that.

Momentarily, Aemond thought of coming to your side, knowing that he was a worthy enough man to be what you needed, and if not that, then only to spite Jacaerys. He shook the fleeting thought away with a grunt, scorn filling his heart.

“Disarm him!” The Lord Commander of the Kingsguard yelled, his fellow members drawing their weapons.

You chose who you thought worthy that night on Driftmark when you stood by idly as Luke ripped his eye from the socket.

“No need,” your stepfather cooly protested, wiping the blood of his kin from his blade and exiting the room.

Your eyes could not leave the bleeding form of Vaemond Velaryon, the top half of his dreaded white hair discarded as the crimson liquid pooled around him. Viserys groaned above, collapsing onto the Iron Throne like a sack of bones from the effort of living. Alicent and your mother ran to his aide.

“Niece.”

You expected to see Aemond come and continue his taunts from before, but instead, you saw Aegon standing before you, his square face etched with worry. You would have thought him handsome had he not done what he did and become the man he had become as you merely stared at him, your mind blank and body numb.

How could he show you such concern, knowing how much pain he caused you? What could you say to him after everything that transpired? After he effectively distorted the pure view of your world into betrayal and anguish. He most likely wanted to use you as he did to the maids of the Keep. You thought you might as well let him. That was how you felt now that the one man you willingly gave your body to with the expected outcome of marriage was bound to another. That same disgusting sensation you had the following days after your assault came rushing back as if you were that scared little girl again.

You did not want to feel that weak again and parted your lips to speak the venom he deserved to hear. Suddenly, you found your throat too dry as you swallowed the air instead. Aegon extended a hand to yours in what you believed to be a comforting gesture, fingers brushing each other as terror surged through your limbs.

Your sights glanced at the corpse as the hilt of Vaemond’s sword glinted in the light. You could end this here and now. End the torment. End the constant uncertainty that would be your mother’s secession. Your demise would be of no consequence.

“Sister,” Jace called, his tone clipped and brown eyes wide. The same eyes you had looking back at you. “Mother wants us in our chambers to prepare for supper.”

You recoiled as if your limb was scorched when you swiftly pulled it away from Aegon. With a curt nod to your twin, you allowed him to take you. Walking out of the Great Hall, you made a conscious effort not to glance back, keenly aware of the intensity of Aegon’s piercing stare as it followed the contours of your womanly form. You were sure that this encounter wouldn’t be the last, and the prospect of it propelled you to seek solace in the comforting embrace of your twin.

The twilight had descended upon King’s Landing, casting the city in a hazy glow. Despite the late hour, the flagstone streets teemed with activity as revelers roamed for company, their laughter mingling with the clinking of coins. Meanwhile, you found yourself clutching a goblet of fiery spirits, hoping to steady your frayed nerves as you sat between your imposing eldest uncle and your sweet twin.

The dining hall exuded an air of palpable tension, with hushed conversations among family members punctuating the room as servants bustled about, preparing for the day’s last meal. Everyone waited in quiet anticipation for the arrival of the King, their faces adorned with joyous and restrained smiles, marking the festivities of new beginnings. However, amidst this atmosphere of hopeful anticipation, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of disquiet. In mere hours, it seemed as though everything you had worked for was unraveling before your eyes.

You were intended to enter into matrimony with Jace just as Visenya married her younger brother Aegon. As twins, you shared an unbreakable bond, with one heart and one soul inhabiting two bodies. No other individual in existence was as ideally suited for you.

As you watched your brothers’ interactions with their betrothed, you couldn’t help but notice the sour expression on your face. Each brother was dutiful and respectful, engaging in hushed conversations with their betrothed about the future and what it might hold. You felt a mix of confusion and offense as you pondered why Jace had swiftly embraced being bound to another after spending years with you as his unspoken wife.

Your eyes locked with Aemond’s from across the opulent room as he conversed with his brother, a sly smirk on his lips. He seemed to revel in your displeasure at taking your brother from you. With an exasperated sigh, you leaned back in your ornate high chair, surveying the sumptuous spread of food before you, each dish tempting you with its rich aromas and vibrant colors.

Growing increasingly impatient for your Grandsire’s arrival, you couldn’t resist the allure of a plump, purple grape sitting on the nearby platter. As you reached for it, your mother reprimanded you.

The air was heavy with the scent of wine as you had already consumed three cups before the arrival of the King, his face wearing a grim expression. Your Grandsire was brought into the grand hall, seated on a makeshift throne, and everyone in the room rose in respect for his position. His crown, a symbol of his authority, had been long forgotten as he was placed between the Queen and your mother. You noticed sores on him that you hadn’t seen before, standing out more prominently in the grandeur of the dining hall. The sight made your eyes prickle with the threat of tears, and your stomach churned with unease.

Despite being seated, he leaned heavily onto his cane, the weight of his extravagant Targaryen robes bearing down on his frail body. You fought back tears, refusing to show any vulnerability in front of those who held little respect for you.

“This is an occasion of celebration, it seems. My grandsons, Jace and Luke, will marry their cousins Baela and Rhaena, further strengthening the bond between our Houses,” your grandfather began, a thick rasp to his voice. “A toast to the young Princes and their betrothed. May you find yours yet, granddaughter.”

You sat there, forcing back your tears and lifting your glass as the joyful cheers filled the room. The dreams you had shared with Jace seemed to shatter with each sip of wine. Despite the celebratory atmosphere, Jace’s fleeting smile towards Baela deepened your sense of loss. It wasn’t their engagement that bothered you, but rather the uncontrollable circumstances that had brought it about. Still, some of you couldn’t help but resent the pair.

A sudden rancid sweetness wafted into your nose as you saw Aegon lean over you, wrapping his hand around the back of your chair and whispering to your twin.

“Well done, Jace. You’ll finally get to lie with a woman,” he teased with a lopsided grin. You observed him with wide eyes that danced from your uncle to your twin, hyper-aware of every breath and twitch of his limbs.

Jace stiffened beside you as he clenched his fist atop the table, barely containing his ire. It was only a matter of time before he lost his patience. You saw his hand move to connect with yours like always when he was stressed, but you moved to place it on your lap, instinctively turning your face away from his.

“It seems your twin doesn’t share the same sentiment,” Aegon softly declared so only the two of you could hear, lips moving into a downward smirk as he watched the silent dispute between siblings, victoriously sitting upright in his seat.

“Let us toast Prince Lucerys as well. The future Lord of the Tides,” your Grandsire continued as you felt the touch of another. Your posture became stiff as Aegon’s fingers wrapped around yours in a vice-like grip, no doubt only to spite Jace as you struggled to break free without causing attention.

Taking advantage of the momentary quiet, your eldest uncle mocked Jace again, moving your hand so he could see it. “You do know how the act is done, I assume? At least in principle. Where to put your cock and all that?”

Rage welled inside your chest at Aegon’s words, and you feared as you looked into your brother’s eyes that he would spill your affairs in anger. Without thinking of appearances, you dug your nails into Aegon’s hand, causing him to yelp as he released you.

“You can play the jester as you wish, but hold your tongue before my betrothed,” Jace noiselessly snapped in return as your uncle hummed in acquiescence, cradling his injured hand and wounded pride.

Aemond’s eye was trained on the scene before him as he intently observed the three of you. His face remained a practiced impassivity; the only sign of his inner emotions was his finger wrapping on the table. Aemond took a sip of his wine to disguise his chuckle. His brother should know better than to test you. Even as children, you were not one to take things idly.

“It both gladdens my heart,” the King spoke, his voice straining without much effort, “and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table, the faces most dear to me in all the world.” Viserys looked toward his left, your mother, stepfather, and brothers in his sight. Your hand gripped the stem of your glass, ignoring the heated glares from across the table. “We’ve grown so distant from each other in years past.”

You forced yourself to hide the scoff at his words, taking another long drink. And why would that be? Perhaps it was because of the Queen’s unwavering grudge against your mother that festered into a hatred of her mere existence, his son raping you at such a young age you didn’t understand what it was, or the permanent injury of a young boy that never received the justice he deserved.

Viserys paused his speech, wheezing and supporting his weight on the table as a hand came to remove his mask. The sight was nothing you could have imagined. The space where his bright purple eye should be was a hollow hole of partially healed and rotting flesh. The wound on his cheek had eaten away at the skin and muscle, revealing his decaying grey teeth.

“My face is no longer handsome if it ever was.” Phlegm was stuck within your Grandsire’s throat, creating an almost repulsive noise as he spoke. “Tonight, I wish you to see me as I am. Not just a king, but your father...”

Aegon met the regards of a man who was his father only in name. His glare was dark, filled with anger you had never seen before, yet Aemond couldn’t bear to look at what he became—his father’s desperation, his mouth curling into a sneer.

Pain radiated suddenly from your lap, stare snapping to see your eldest uncle’s hand unexpectedly gripping your thigh, his digits digging into the flesh. It was in retaliation as you attempted to pry him off, but it was useless as Aegon secured his grip, no doubt leaving bruises in his wake. You bit your lip, concealing the painful scowl that curled your lips and arched your brows. It was hard to focus on anything other than your skin aching to be free of your body, not wanting to cause a scene.

“...who may not walk for much longer among you. Let us no longer hold your feelings in your hearts. The Crown cannot stand strong as long as the House of The Dragon remains divided.”

Aemond’s single violet eye turned to you, your stares locking with thousands of unsaid emotions, unsaid truths as you fidgeted, trying in vain to remove Aegon.

“Set aside your grievances!” Viserys declared passionately, startling those at the table and causing you to break your revere momentarily. “If not for the sake of the Crown, then for the sake of this old man who loves you all so dearly.”

Silence fell across the table as the King stumbled into his seat, the metal of his mask and cutlery clanging as Alicent dutifully came to his aid. Your mother stood abruptly, not giving the room to process the King’s words as her chair scraped against the stone floor. With a goblet in her hand, all eyes turned to her.

“I wish to raise my cup to her grace, the Queen,” she started, her eyes downcast. You watched your mother skeptically, brown orbs flickering from her to Alicent. “I love my father, but I must admit no one has stood more loyally by his side than his good wife.”

The Queen stared at her old friend, so full of emotions. Years of harbored pain and resentment from events you did not know, bleeding from her chest and onto her finely tailored green dress.

“She has tended to him with unwavering devotion, love, and honor; for that, she has my gratitude. And my apology,” your mother concluded, returning to her seat.

You felt like you were intruding on an intimate moment between lost lovers, the happy moments of their history flashing before each of their minds’ eyes. Turning to Aemond again, you realized he did not remove his stare from you. His ametrine eye was a glassy pool, yet his face was stoic to everyone. You were sure you mirrored him, though you were not as skilled at hiding emotions, your chin slightly quivering.

“Your graciousness moves me deeply, Princess. We’re both mothers, and we love our children. We have more in common than we allow,” Alicent confessed, her voice barely stuttering. “I raise my cup to you and your House. You’ll make a fine Queen.”

Otto’s disapproving stare did not go unnoticed by you, and Aemond reflected on his expression. Each person raised their goblets individually, taking sips in honor of their current and future Queen.

Aegon threw his drink back twice, going for a third time, but stopped once he caught sight of you. Droplets of Arbor Gold slipped past your lips, and you lurched forward to see the liquid before it ran down to the aperture of your chest. The Prince swallowed audibly, his throat clicking as his trousers grew tight.

Memories from your childhood of meals spent with your eldest uncle where he would wipe whatever remnants you had on your mouth came flooding to mind. You realized then that these gestures were not ones of kindness but a sick, disgusting act that he used to groom you and take pleasure from. Gripping the pristine knife that rested atop the fine mahogany table, you dreamed of having his blood spewing from between his lips as you plunged it into his neck.

Taking another swig of your wine, you felt nothing but dry air hit your moist tongue. Aegon noticed it, smiling in an almost feline nature as he took the glass from you.

“Worry not, niece. May your mouth never run dry in my presence,” he declared and went to the pitcher between Baela and Jace. “I regret the disappointment you will soon suffer,” you heard him whisper into your cousin’s ear. “But if you wish to know what it is to be well satisfied, all you have to do is ask.”

The clatter of cutlery sliced through the air as your brother stood, all eyes turning to him. You tried to placate Jace as he clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white and ignoring your kind touches. Everyone watched with keen eyes as on the other end of the table, Aemond stood, seeming to size up with your brother like a cat arching its spine. Placing your cup of wine in front of you, Aegon sat, dragging his fingertips across your neck and making you shudder in disgust.

Realizing that Jace had captured the attention of everyone surrounding the table, he cleared his throat, stalling for time. You glanced at him with an uneasy feeling, looking back to Aemond as he refused to sit.

“To Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond. We have not seen each other in years, but I have fond memories of our shared youth,” Jace began, and you struggled to keep your incredulous expression at bay. “And as men, I hope we may be friends and allies. To you and your families, good health, dear uncles.”

He concluded the toast as he and the rest raised their cups to their worried lips. Playfully, albeit awkwardly, Jace punched your eldest uncle in the shoulder as you struggled to keep your laughter at bay, sinking your teeth into your lip.

“To you as well,” Aegon begrudgingly replied, and you flicked a mocking look at him. He refused to meet you.

The screech of a chair sounded in the dining hall, and you turned your head to see your sweet Aunt Helaena abruptly standing with her cup in hand. “I would like to make a toast to Baela and Rhaena. They will be married soon. It isn’t so bad. He mostly ignores you, except sometimes when he’s drunk.”

Daemon’s chuckle pierced through the unease, the three full goblets of wine gone to your head as you stifled one of your own, hiding it behind your digits. Aegon refused to meet anyone’s gaze, finding his half-eaten plate much more interesting than the people before him. Helaena looked to you for support, ensuring that what she said was good as you smiled. You forgot how much you cared for your aunt and admired her thinly veiled jab at Aegon’s lack of duties.

Supper commenced, and you wasted no time feasting, eating the savory vegetables cooked in butter and smothered in rich spices. Smoked cheeses, both hard and soft, found their way to your plate, nearly moaning at their hearty combination with slices of meat. The frigid environment from before left and was replaced with the warmth of laughter and music. Even the old King himself wore a smile on his cracked grey lips.

You ignored the piercing regard burning your face, focusing on your mother and stepfather. Daemon whispered something into your mother’s ear, gently grasping her lithe fingers as she giggled, and a blush bloomed. The sight caused an ache to rise in your chest. The hollowness of your heart knocked on your ribs. You longingly desired to find a love like theirs. Your brother was stolen from you to secure all your inheritances, and while you understood it, nothing could make the hurt lessen.

Ignoring the fist cinching around your lungs, you downed your half-empty goblet of Arbor Gold, summoning a servant to refill it. You did not want to feel like this anymore—the ache, the throbbing in your head and heart. It was too much to bear. In the times of your melancholia, days were spent with a swirling storm of thoughts and memories of your childhood in the Keep—the bullying, your rape, to that of Driftmark filled with blood and boyish screams. They plagued your mind like a disease, culturing into an amalgamation of sadness, rage, guilt, self-mutilation, and isolation until you no longer wanted to live.

Jace rose from his seat with a groan from the wood and excused himself from his betrothed. You thought he might offer you a dance; he knew how much you loved to do so, but the idea sank like the food past your lips as he went to Helaena, extending a hand. Aegon stared at the pair as they went to the open space, his face one of surprise as you brought your cup to your lips, swallowing a smirk. It served him right. His treatment of Helaena, or lack thereof, was appalling. Though he may not be in a marriage of love, she was still his sister and the dreamy-eyed Princess deserved more.

A glimmer of gold suddenly drew your gaze, jolting you from contemplation. Viserys' magnificent mask gleamed in the flickering candlelight, his head tilting to one side as he visibly battled a wave of pain. Without hesitation, Queen Alicent signaled for the guards to accompany him back to his chambers. You observed with a concerned expression trailing behind as they carefully took the ornate wooden throne out of the grand dining hall.

You caught Aemond’s gaze. It was impossible not to as it flicked from Helaena dancing to you. He looked like a barely concealed storm about the burst, as if he debated whether to slit your throat because of your existence or continue what he had started in the corridor. Your uncle had changed so much within six years that you didn’t recognize him, and you supposed it was the same for you. Two people who grew so close were suddenly torn apart by an unfinished tragedy where anger was left to decay until its rot took control.

You worried that things would never be able to be put aside like your Grandsire wished if this wall of silence and grudges was not destroyed. Hate between your families would stay the same and cause the successful usurpation of your mother’s rightful throne. Deciding to swallow your pride and hurt, you stood, wanting to extend the broken branch of goodwill to Aemond, but Aegon refused to let you move. His arm pushed you back down into your seat with a look that sent tears of shocked terror into your eyes. You felt helpless under his gaze as a thinly veiled look of madness replaced a toothy grin gleaming in the candlelight.

“Won’t you give the courtesy of a dance, niece?” he asked with a dangerous lilt that hinted at something more. There was no room for refusal as he hoisted you from your chair. This was undoubtedly a jab at Jace for inviting Helaena as you watched your twin halt his movements.

Ever since Aegon was a boy, he has been awful when sharing what he thinks is his. You recalled the many times you would ask to play with his wooden toys only to get smacked in the head with it or worse. It was as comforting as it was unnerving that parts of him were still the same.

Eyes flicking at Aemond, you pleaded for him to stand and make good on his promise to protect you from your eldest uncle, but he remained still, unmoving like the statues you compared him to. You were right here, mere steps away and by his side. He could insert himself and put an end to Aegon’s torture. After all, you would be indebted to him if he did, and what more could Aemond possibly desire than to have his bastard niece that he so despises at his mercy?

“Aemond still hates you for what Luke did,” Aegon softly declared as you moved your attention to him. “I’m not. My ire is directed at those who caused this hatred to fester between us. You and I were friends once.”

“Indeed, once. ‘Twas long ago now,” you quipped with venom like the pit vipers in Dorne.

Your uncle was a skilled dancer despite the plethora of alcohol he drank, twirling you with a grace you did not possess as you stumbled from nerves and firewater. Aemond did not know where to focus, gaze flicking from Helaena and Jace to you and Aegon so fast that he felt disoriented. He didn’t understand why he was so concerned. It wasn’t like he could do anything to separate you and his brother without acquiring Aegon’s jests hours later, yet he couldn’t control his anxiety as his finger nervously tapped the wooden table.

Bringing you close as you tripped, Aegon pressed your body against his as you felt the real reason behind his words, swaying to the music that made you want to scream and pull your hair from its roots.

“Things could return to how they were before. We could ride our dragons together, visit far-off lands, and spend our days in the Godswood eating those orange cakes you like. We’d be friends and even more so. Would that not be splendid?” the eldest Prince suggested with a grin.

There was nothing for you to do but endure this for the sake of appearances as you caught sight of a pair of amber eyes watching you, a slight upturn to her plump lips. Queen Alicent knew what her son did to you yet observed with a smile that you could interpret as one of maternal love. It enraged you. She was no better than her son. You hated her beyond words for the times you ever thought of her more than another Lord who cared not for the struggles of women.

Aemond no longer held his attention on you but that of Jace and Helaena, seeming to be unbothered by your childhood rapist and bully putting his hands in places that would be a sin. He would not save you now. It was up to you to defend yourself once more.

“You ended whatever smidge of camaraderie we had when you debased me at the top of Maegor’s battlements,” you spat as you moved away from him, only for Aegon to bring you back into another elegant dance. The Prince rolled his purple eyes, the indigo circles underneath them becoming prominent.

“We seem to have different recollections of that night,” he exasperatedly sighed as if you were nothing more than a child bothering their parents with unfounded fears. “I recall how we as children laughed and drank beside each other and how you said, yes, as I slipped my hand betwixt your thighs.”

Gasping, you shoved Aegon away as his hands traveled past your navel, suddenly hearing a chair screech in response. Aemond stood with his body squared toward the two of you as the room went silent. All twelve faces turned to him. You stared with bated breath as Aegon slipped his hand across your back, returning to his chair and taking a nonchalant sip of his drink.

Would Aemond finally stand against Aegon for all the wrong he committed to the both of you?

Pleading wordlessly, your body flushed as he stared unabashedly, tears of intensity pricking your eyes. The light of hope inside your chest was snuffed out as the servants brought a roasted pig onto the table. Luke could not contain his immature giggles as it was placed before Aemond, reminding him of the cruel jape he, Aegon, and Jace did. Whatever anger Aemond felt at his older brother soon turned into one of injustice for what Luke did all these years ago. You thought your younger brother knew better than this and sighed in defeat, all prospects of an amiable future between the Greens and Blacks disintegrating.

“Final tribute,” Aemond began, a lethal sway to his words. “To the health of my niece and nephews. Jace, Luke, Joffrey, and the Gods’ Light.” Your uncle’s single eye traveled to each of you, a stare so severe you felt yourself recoil inside of your being as you ran an unconscious hand through your scalp. “Each of them is handsome, wise, virtuous, and…”

Aemond stuttered as he came to you, making the fatal mistake of losing himself within the depths of your comforting irises. He could see the water collecting at your lashes as your eyes turned into murky pools, threatening to drown him if he stared for a moment longer. He directed his attention at Luke, his ire becoming apparent as memories of your brothers and Aegon’s laughs bounced off the Dragonpit walls, soon turning into screams and red covering his vision. He felt the pain of losing an eye as if it was happening again and tightened his fist around his goblet, forcing the pain to fuel his rage.

“And strong,” Aemond concluded as you released a disappointed sigh, focusing on anything but your uncle. “Come! Let us drain our cups to these four strong children.”

You understood what he was trying to do without speaking. His hurt was so fierce that it blinded all sense, leading him to react rashly. Aemond was forcing you to choose between your family and your affection for him, a situation that the Prince knew would play out as before. You knew what was expected of you; it was the same as last time. You would always choose your family over him. Duty was a sacrifice; you must sacrifice the memories of a bright-eyed boy with freckled cheeks and a love for reading and stolen kisses. The Aemond was no longer there, and you needed to accept that.

“I dare you to say that again,” Jace proclaimed, his chin held high and shoulders back. Your brother was ever the picture of a strong king, sending a warmth to your heart that was crushed with reality.

“Why? ‘Twas only a compliment. Do you not think yourself strong?” Aemond jabbed back as your head snapped to him. He could make whatever cruel taunts he desired at you but would not bring your brother into this.

“A man lies dead for spouting such lies. What do you think will happen to you?” you snapped a vicious clip to your words. Before Aemond could respond, your brother stormed to him without a second thought, chest to chest, as his fist slammed across Aemond’s cheek.

Gasping in surprise, you went to the two of them as you saw Luke’s face become one with a plate of food, hesitating for a moment until your twin was shoved to the ground. You marched toward Aemond with fire in your veins and an intent to harm as shouts erupted from your mother and Queen Alicent for everyone to stop. You all ignored them, Aegon swiftly coming behind you, lifting and swinging you by the waist as if you were no more than a doll. Jace tried to reach for you, but your uncle spun around, giggling in your ear at your attempts to break free as you became nauseous.

You realized this was all a joke to Aegon. He truly did not understand that what he did to you as children was wrong.

Aegon couldn’t hide the excitement in his stomach at having you so close once more as you squirmed in his hold, burying his nose into your neck with a grin. He wondered if you would writhe like this if he had you naked between his bedsheets.

Soon, the guards draped in metal armor and red robes pulled Jace and Luke away from their uncles as Aegon came face to face with Daemon. Unlike Aemond, your eldest uncle was not one to challenge others to fisticuffs as his laughter ceased. Your stepfather need only to flash your uncle a look for him to let you go, raising his arms in surrender as Daemon observed you to ensure you weren’t hurt.

“Why would you say such a thing before these people?” you heard Queen Alicent hotly scold Aemond, looking behind his lithe shoulder to where your mother held your body close to hers.

Scoffing, your uncle cocked his head, staring down at his mother with a challenging look. “I was merely expressing my pride in my family, mother. Though it seems my niece and nephews aren’t quite as proud of theirs,” he enunciated pointedly, glancing to where the three of you were restrained.

“I’ll cut out your tongue!” you shouted as Jace broke free from the guards, coming behind you in support. Daemon halted you in your tracks, his touch gentle yet firm as he placed a hand on your arm. As you paused to regain your composure, you couldn’t help but notice the deep creases on his forehead, a sign of his genuine concern. You shrugged off his touch, refusing to succumb to paternal overtures because he intervened when Aegon was rough with you.

Your mother looked to the floor, a dejected expression on her porcelain features you couldn’t understand before she spoke to the three of you. “Go to your quarters. All of you, now.”

As you and Jace made your way out, you couldn’t help but notice the tense standoff between Daemon and Aemond. Your stepfather, casually leaning on his hips with one hand resting on the hilt of Dark Sister, exuded an air of calculated confidence.

Standing in the doorway, you felt a flutter of anxiety in your heart, wondering what would unfold between the two men. You were curious to know if the two Targaryen men decided to brawl and whether you would go to your uncle or stepfather. There was a palpable sense of anticipation as Daemon glanced at where you stood, expressing a knowing look deep within his lilac eyes. He had already sent one person’s loved one to the Stranger. What was one more?

Sharing a look of frustration from you to your stepfather, Aemond grunted in displeasure, following your steps out of the dining hall. Jace checked himself into your shoulder as he forced you forward, refusing to let you dwell on the scene behind you.

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comfortless · 9 months ago

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this thought has been running around in my head for weeks and your König hcs are my favorite… so here i go

what icks do you think our König has? ik he may consider himself to fall in the “beggars can’t be choosers” category but i am just so curious… 🤔

FAVORITE?! 💞 you are so correct about the “beggars can’t be choosers” mentality. König is very much aware of how other people tend to view him as some creepy, stupid brute. i think that there is certainly a lot that bothers him, mostly attributed to his past, but none of it is an actual dealbreaker in any sense. you’re likely to be met with a cold shoulder and a bit of trust diminished at most. the majority of his “icks” are just him picking up on red flags. the gross or awkward things are just cute to him!

A very “vapid” approach to interests and such is going to make him concerned. König does not understand trends, or liking something simply because someone else does. He equates keeping up with pop culture and fashion as being similar to the children that tortured him in the past (So: popular kids with popular hobbies). Authenticity is held in high regard here. The stranger and more alienated that you are, the more compatible and similar you two may be in his mind.

This said, König would go feral seeing you in one of those pretty dresses or outfits that are all the rage. Dressing like a cute milkmaid for a picnic date, playing some sweet love song for him that you may have picked off a viral video, etc. He’s not exactly in touch with these things so he’s no proper judge or jury here.

Being too pushy. There’s a fine line there that’s not to be crossed. He much prefers playing the role of a leader rather than being a submissive follower. He’ll boast about being your devotee, worship like a dog at your feet, but he likes to feel in control of the relationship and what goes on within it.

He’ll never tell you directly that yes, his anxiety will be gnawing at his guts if you plead with him to come along with you to a commonly crowded mall, and expects that a simple rejection should suffice. It’s likely he would keep hushed about the fact that your frustrated pleading actually turns him on, too.

Being unnecessarily cruel. The man gets cruelty, he’s paid in abundance for it. But women should be sweet and soft. If you’re talking poorly about another person, using words like “ugly” or a slur of some kind, how are you any better than some bully? It does not matter that the victim can not hear you speaking about them, what matters is that he can. It would send him into a spiral of thinking that each time you two have had an argument, you’re likely cruelly chattering about him to your friends afterward.

Yet… he is very much the type to shoot an inept employee a glare and make demands. He will call his fellow operators all sorts of things when he returns from a mission gone wrong. König is the king of double standards here.

By extension, dogging him/his work/his interests is sure to bother him. König likes to believe that he’s done the work to make himself more pleasing now: trained his body through the military to give himself the stature women seem to drool over, covers what he can of his face when it’s socially acceptable so that others don’t harp on an unpleasant glimpse, even thinks of himself as some sort of chivalrous gentleman (very easy to do so as no one gets a peek at what goes on in his mind). His work, not therapy, is where he gets to blow off steam in a justifiable, honorable way. Sure, he’s got some dorky, juvenile interests, but they’re things that he enjoys.

Talk of previous relationships/sex would immediately make his blood boil! Even if it’s said to assure him that he’s better than a former lover. He’s just very jealous and if he were to be blunt, he would tell you he is addicted to the relationship and doesn’t want to think of anyone else ever having what he does currently. It’s best not to mention any past you may have had unless you care to answer a series of questions. “Were they better in bed?”… “Full name?” … “When did you last see them?”

Ironically, if you already have children, he would absolutely adore the stepdad role. It’s not so much as a challenge, then, only the glee that comes with getting to play savior for more than one person.

Infidelity. Whether in a past relationship or in a current one with him. The thought of you ever cheating on him, emotionally or physically, would tear him apart. Something as simple as a fantasy of wanting two or more men to serve you is filed messily in his brain with this, too. Same with you confessing to finding another man attractive, whether a celebrity, someone entirely fictional, or even some random civilian padding by on the sidewalk. All of that counts as some minute form of infidelity to König. He does not share.

He’s guilty of threesome fantasies, guilty of staring down a woman that he finds attractive… he just doesn’t act on these things, holds his tongue and huffs that he certainly wasn’t looking and would never want to fuck any one other than you. It does not really occur to him that those things are normal, especially in long term relationships.

Bear in mind that this is all from a man who almost entirely lacks shame. He’s comfortable with himself now (somewhat). He has no qualms with chewing the skin around his fingernails when he’s stressed out, picking his nose in front of you, shitting with the bathroom door wide open, or talking with his mouth full when he’s just that engaged in a conversation. I think it’s only fair to include some of the things he does that may be repulsive!

Absolutely clueless when it comes to seeing you cry. He has no idea how to comfort someone properly as he never really had that. His solution seems to be hovering over you and asking a thousand questions or just draping himself over you and letting your arms curl over him for comfort.

Would kiss you with his eyes open. Not his fault that you’re so pretty and he doesn’t want to miss a moment of it. Not always, but once is bad enough.

Would absolutely send you an “I miss you” text the day after your first date. Will also tell you that he’s in love with you the first time you have sex.

Will get hyperfixated on historical weapons and will absolutely purchase some rusted, ancient relic without telling you beforehand. It gets well polished and loved, then displayed on your living room wall.

Loves talking about his kills. He’s proud, because if there’s one thing that he’s good at it’s knowing where to shoot or stab or punch. He knows to hold his tongue about the more grisly details around someone delicate, but more often than not he is prone to slip-ups.

Will use your toothbrush without asking.

Thinks he’s very skilled and very cool because he can trim up any overgrown facial hair with a pocket lighter. It is not cool. There’s a razor and shaving cream right there. He may not burn himself, but it’s not exactly pleasant to have your bathroom smelling of burned hair.

Does not have a lick of fashion knowledge. Plain t-shirts, jeans, combat boots, maybe a belt if he cares to bother with it at most. At the least, when he’s at home, you can expect him to indulge in some nudist fantasy because it’s unlikely he will bother to wear a thing. Maybe socks.

#kö headcanons #this was super fun actually heheh #he can be a little gross as a treat! it is cute…

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starryknight-tarot · 1 year ago

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Hello beautiful souls✨ I am back with another tarot card reading. It's been a minute cause I've been feeling kinda lazy. Today we will be looking into what is next in yalls career. Remember to meditate, take a deep breath and pick whatever pile calls to you the most. Since this is a general reading, make sure to take what resonates and leave what doesn't.

Pile 1

Cards: Nine of Pentacles, Eight of Swords rx, Two of Swords, Nine of Swords, Ten of Cups, The Empress, Seven of Cups rx, Six of Pentacles

Back of the deck: Death

There is a lot of positive changes coming in your career Pile 1. You could have been held down by a tough career that wasn't fulfilling you or you could have felt that it wasn't your life's purpose to be working there. You also could have a strict authority figure in your life that has pressured you to do a certain job, maybe even taking on the family business I am hearing. I keep seeing people dancing so you could be a dancer and people in your life don't approve. But I am seeing you over coming this Pile 1. I am seeing you as free, no longer bound by the things holding you back from pursuing your dreams. After you finally go for it and take action to your dream job, it will manifest easily. I am hearing that companies will fight for you to join them. I am hearing this will happen very quickly, and it may be very overwhelming for you. There may be a tough decision that you need to make regarding the future of your career and it is stressing you out. There is a lot of anxiety and self doubt in this pile so you may not believe that it's possible for this to happen and doubt your abilities but I am really getting that you can do anything you put your mind to. Negative thoughts right now will only make these opportunities come slower. Right now, you need to realize that you have the power to do something incredible with your skills, you deserve better than what you have now and your career will blossom. When you do, money will be abundant. You may have been paid very poorly and unfair, but I am seeing you will be paid for your hard work and it will be plentiful. You will feel a sense of belonging in your career, a career you can grow old doing. You may even make close friends at your job that will stay with you for a lifetime. You need to take a risk and take action to manifest this in your career Pile 1.

Advice Cards:

It's time to try something new!

Your child self needs your attention

Have a closer look at your family situation

It is important to understand and value your own energy

You can manifest your heart's desire

You need to make the first move

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Pile 2

Cards: Four of Cups rx, Ten of Wands rx, Two of Swords rx, The Hanged Man rx, Strength, The High Priestess, The World, Ace of Wands

Back of the deck: Nine of Cups

I feel like you are someone that has held on to a childhood dream your whole life Pile 2. You are so passionate about your dream career, that you can't imagine doing anything else. And I do feel like this career is your divine purpose. But for some reason you are holding yourself back achieving this. I feel like you have been waiting for this dream to manifest without actually making the moves to bring it to life. Pile 2, I feel like you have skills that the world needs to see, you could aspire to be an influencer or a celebrity. I keeping hearing, "The world needs to see you." you could also just want to do something that is very public. I feel like a career with a lot of freedom to be as creative as possible would be the best for you Pile 2. You have a lot of great ideas and plans that I am hearing would go viral. For some of you, you may be into fashion or making clothes. Some of you may even be tarot readers and it's your divine purpose to help guide people through spirituality. Pile 2, I feel like you are scared to put yourself out there and admit that you are something special and have the talent to achieve your dream. I am seeing you achieving your dream Pile 2. When you finally push through and post what you need, apply for the job, suggest an idea, you will be rewarded by the universe. When you do this you will gain more confidence in yourself to finally do more and put yourself out there more. It will encourage you to be more creative and make even more beautiful ideas. You really just need to believe in yourself Pile 2!

Advice Cards:

Change is being introduced into your life

You are much stronger than you think

It's time to realize the blueprint of your soul

Set the conditions. You will succeed!

It is time to take appropriate action

You are healing at a cellular level

Channeled Songs:

Pile 3

Cards: Five of Wands, Ace of Pentacles, Nine of Wands, Seven of Pentacles, The Star, Knight of Pentacles, Eight of Swords, Ten of Swords rx

Back of the deck: The Empress

I am getting for this pile that this may be your first job or you are just starting a new job. I am seeing that this job is something you have been trying really hard to get to, something that would get you closer to your dreams. I am also getting that some of you are very anxious about this new job and I am hearing that you really need to keep a positive mindset when approaching this job which I know is easier said then done but I would recommend repeating affirmations when you get nervous about. I am specifically thinking of drag queen named Jinx Monsoon that repeats "water off a ducks back" when she gets nervous so that might resonate with someone lol. I am seeing you are very hardworking Pile 3, willing to push yourself to achieve your goals. But some of you need to brace yourself and try not to overwork yourself so you don't burn yourself out. If you push yourself, you will feel trapped in an endless loop, I am seeing a spider caught in a web. Despite this I do see a lot of financial successful coming towards you Pile 3. I think it will make you feel really accomplished and proud of yourself (as you should). Although I am seeing some of your coworkers have really nasty energy and they may be jealous of all your success. I feel like they may try to bring you down so beware of any nasty energies around you Pile 3. While there may be a lot of jealously with some coworkers, I am seeing someone has your back at your job. This person is gonna be your rock. I am getting a more masculine energy but it doesn't have to be. This person could be your best friend or for some of you a potential love interest. Overall, I am seeing you shining brightly in your coming career.

Advice Cards:

Boldly imagine what you can do and be

You are ready to receive your fortune. Be miracle minded!

You are birthing a new self

Release what you do not need. Let go of some extraneous aspects of your life

The challenge is intended to promote your growth

Stand your ground

Get clear about your intention and hold firm

Channeled Songs:

Pile 4

Cards: Six of Pentacles rx, Three of Cups rx, The Empress, Page of Wands, Six of Swords, Ten of Pentacles, Nine of Pentacles, Five of Wands

Back of the deck: Knight of Wands

I see a lot of gain and possible loss for this pile. I am getting for some of you, you may have already achieved something really big in your career.I see this pile gaining the most financial abundance out of all the piles. It could be a family business that you may post about online and it becomes super successful. If you aren't in a family business it may be a good choice for you. Some of your careers may relate to food, more specifically deserts. I feel like you are about to make the most money you have ever made in your life. I feel like this success will come very quickly, almost overnight. This success will also help inspire to work even harder and make more. Now I am seeing there are either two scenarios for this pile. Some of you have had a lot of people practically spit on your hard work and are taking advantage of your talents. These people could be ex friends or for some of you extended family. These people are gonna be jealous and feel like they deserve credit for your hard work and imma say right now that these people are full of shit and don't deserve an ounce of credit. You may be trying to working independently and be your own boss. Then, there is another scenario where there are people in your life that helped you get to the success and wealth that you will receive and may not get some credit that they deserve. You might fight about this with these people and I am getting this person is in the right and is getting unfair payment. It is recommended to make things right with these people. For both scenarios, there is a strong possibility of people leaving your life after this success. But spirit is really saying for you to not let this stop you from enjoying your success and be proud of yourself for all of your achievements.

( a lot of these were pretty similar to other piles so if you felt called to any other piles please do read them )

Advice Cards:

You are healing at a cellular level

Set the conditions. You will succeed!

Weigh your situation carefully

It's time to realize the blueprint of your soul

It's time for appropriate action

Take good care of yourself, especially your heart

Channled Songs:

Thanks for tuning in₊‧.°.⋆🫧•˚₊‧⋆.

#tarot reading #tarot #pick a pile #pac reading #pick a card reading #pick a photo #pac tarot #career reading #Spotify #tarot reader #spirituality #pick a card #pick a picture #career #career tarot #advice

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silveryclear · 1 year ago

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STNAF Coraline AU

MDNI ALL CONTENT REGARDING STNAF IS 18+ AND SO IS THIS BLOG

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Pairings: Normal Friend/ GN Reader | Other Friend/ GN Reader | Carter/GN Reader

CW: NSFW, manipulation, kidnapping, torture, sexual content, obsessive behavior

A/N: Yes, this is what I’ve been working on for the whole month of October. This is my first long fic and I’ll be posting the chapters daily. I hope y’all enjoy! Happy Halloween!

Around 4-5 chapters, three different endings (for each love interest)

Friend, Carter, Scrim belongs to @stnaf-vn

Art belongs to me

Chapter 1

“So… what do you think?”

Your best friend asks as he looks at you with excitement. You look up at the looming old manor in front of you, trying to find the right words to match his enthusiasm. However, you end up blurting out the first thing that pops into your head. “Pink. Very pink.”

He snorts in amusement. “Is that all?”

“Old.” You add.

Friend rolls his eyes playfully and moves behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders. “Those are some amazing observation skills! Would our resident caveman like to tell us anything else?” He teases.

You laugh, feeling some of your initial uneasiness slowly reaching wash away with Friend’s humor. “Hungry.” You exclaim.

Friend smiles and you feel him gently push you into the large manor. “Then let us get settled in and we’ll order some pizza, my sweet Neanderthal~”

You let yourself get pushed into the manor whilst you do your best to keep your emotions in check, feeling your face heat up. The sweet tone he uses with you along with his soft touch and penchant for nicknames leave your heart beating in the tune of a bittersweet melody.

Friend goes to a lot of trips for his clothing line and sometimes you tag along. For a lot of the time, this is the only way you get to spend any time with your super busy friend. You put up with the long hours of traveling, jet lag and uncomfortable situations because not only is he your best friend since childhood, but you’re also very in love with him and have no way of telling him how you feel. Recently, though, it feels as if the gap between your two worlds has gotten bigger and you have no way of knowing how to close it. It seems like the more you try, the farther he slips from your grasp.

This time, you stay at an old manor called “The Pink Palace”, fairly near the city, but still hidden enough to feel like you have privacy. Friend was always a sucker for old fashioned houses and architecture so this was a way for him to keep his love alive while also doing his job.

You are currently sitting in a classy living room adorned by vintage decor with your best friend by your side, ready to watch a movie on the flat screen TV that looks very out of place.

You manage to take a peek of your best friend beside you and you begin to feel butterflies in your stomach. Moments like this when the two of you are alone are the ones you treasure the most. You feel as if you are the center of his world, with no distractions from his job and the modern world to come between the two of you. You hoped this would be the best time to admit your feelings for your best friend, but every time you tried, you’d get a wave of anxiety and mental images of your best friend rejecting you, making this trip awkward.

Suddenly, your phone buzzes, effectively snapping you out of your inner turmoil.

Carter: I could sense you chickening out from a mile away.

You roll your eyes at your college friend’s ability to know exactly what you are doing. How does he do that??

You: I’m just waiting for the right moment, okay?

Carter: No, you’re waiting for the last possible moment and torturing yourself. Drag this out, and you’ll be the “best man” on his wedding day.

You: …

The thought made your stomach churn and you write back quick.

You: It won’t come to that! I swear I’m telling him this time. No take backs.

Carter: Good. You can do this. 👍

You chuckle.

You: Thanks, Carter. I’ll let you know how it goes.

The movie keeps playing as you work up the courage to finally tell him how you feel. You take a deep breath and open your mouth… and his work phone rings. You sigh. Another confession thwarted.

Friend looks at you apologetically. “I’m sorry I’m doing this during movie night. I promise I’ll make it up to you when I’m done with work, okay?” He kisses the top of your head and leaves in a flash, right before you barely have time to register your own fluster.

You sigh. Alone again. You don’t want to get in between him and his work, but it feels like it gets in between the only time the two of you get together. Even now, the reason you both are staying in this palace is because of work. You don’t mean to be ungrateful, but when will you be a priority?

A bolt of lightning strikes near and shakes the manor slightly, making you jump. Rain starts to pour in buckets and you chuckle dryly as you think that even the universe knows what you’re going through.

“This sucks.” You mutter, before getting on your feet and walking around the palace, exploring the multiple rooms available. You try to push your feelings for Friend and your thoughts of loneliness away while you observe your surroundings, taking in the grand building in which you’re currently staying in.

This place would almost seem isolating and scary to you if it wasn’t for the fact that it was very… pink. Or at the very least, tried to include the color in every place that it could. No wonder Friend loved this place so much.

“I wonder if something like this is where he’d like to settle down and have a family.” You blush and shake your head.

You’re getting too ahead of yourself… you haven’t even confessed!

Not paying attention, you walk into a room that looks different from the rest of the house. For one, it doesn’t have an ounce of pink. And the color motif are the primary colors, along with the color black. It sounds strange, but in person, it actually looks cohesive. A jar of buttons sat on the dresser along with many sewing materials. The room seemed to reflect this craft as you noticed that buttons where everywhere around you. Your attention is quickly robbed by the most adorable bunny plushie you have ever seen! It has cute little button eyes and it’s so soft and fluffy to the touch, you can’t help but squeeze and nuzzle into it.

You giggle softly, feeling much better now than you were before. You decide to take the plushie just during this trip since you’re the only person in the palace. No one else will miss it.

You go back to the living room to finish the movie by yourself along with your little plushie. And maybe a bottle of vodka you found in the back of a cupboard. The two of you watch the movie while you drink who knows how much, before you feel yourself begin to drift off.

A loud clap of thunder wakes you up suddenly. Lifting your head off the couch and wiping away some of the drool on your chin, you groan and massage your temples gently, doing your best to ward off the hangover that is slowly creeping up to you. You notice the credits of the movie are playing so you grab the remote and turn it off. You had fallen asleep in the middle of it. You begin to snuggle back into the couch again only to realize your little fluffy friend is missing. You look everywhere around you but it’s nowhere to be found. Strange.

You go back into the strange room and you find the rabbit sticking out from underneath the bed. You must’ve imagined you took it with you and you actually dropped it. When you go to pick it up, you notice something weird on the other wall as you peek from under the bed. You stand up again and walk towards the wall where the wallpaper protruded in some areas, almost as if it was covering up something.

You take some scissors from the desk and you crouch down to cut along the dented areas of the wallpaper. You scoot back and look at what it’s revealed.

A tiny door. Just big enough for you to fit through. You try to pry it open but it’s locked. You rummage through the key drawer that Friend had showed You previously and one caught your eye. A black key with the shape of a button.

And with one flick of your wrist, the door is opened.

You debate whether you should go in alone in the middle of the night, but you’re too curious (and drunk) to ignore this great discovery.

“I hope I don’t find a rat’s nest at the end of this…”

You crawl through the surprisingly clean tunnel, lighting the way with your phone flashlight.

You reach the end and open the door to the other side to find…

The exact same room.

“What the hell? How did I end up in the same place?” You say out loud.

Suddenly, you noticed sounds coming from downstairs. You reach for the bunny plushie and the scissors and take them with you as you slowly stalk down the stairs.

You hear the muffled sounds of people talking and sound effects in the background and you figure the TV must be on. But you distinctly remember turning it off after the movie had ended…

You clutch the scissors tighter.

You walk into the living room, the lights and TV turned on, playing an old western movie. But you barely pay any attention to it as your gaze zeroes on the figure sitting on the couch, eating popcorn. You take a step forward, but to your luck, the wooden floor panel creaks oh so loudly.

The figure stiffens, most likely aware of your presence and you gulp, raising the scissors to attack the intruder. The figure cautiously turns around and every inch of hair on your body stands up.

Once he faces you, you freeze in shock. Is that..?

“Hey sweetheart~ I was just watching this while I waited for you. Ready for movie night~?” Friend smiles sweetly at you.

However, this Friend is dressed very differently from the one you’ve known your whole life. Also, he is blonde? And it looks good on him?? You curse his ability to look good in anything. But the thing that actually made you stop in your tracks and made your skin crawl were his eyes. Gone were the eyes full of life and wonder that often sucked you in when you gazed into them. In their place stood black buttons just like the ones on the plushie you’re clutching. They were piercing and unsettling to stare at. If it weren’t for the fact that the figure was moving and breathing right now, you’d most likely think he was a model made after your best friend. With some changes of course.

Your silence made this “Friend” tilt his head to the side and look at you with concern, or you figured it was. “Are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I have no idea what I’m looking at right now…” You murmur, gaze unwavering from this doppelgänger.

“Friend” chuckles in amusement and grins at you. “I’m Friend, silly! You know, your best friend since forever?”

You raise an eyebrow, keeping the scissors clutched tightly in your hand. “I don’t know exactly what you’re playing at, but you are not Friend. Friend is not blonde, he doesn’t own clothes like yours and he definitely doesn’t have buttons for eyes.”

This so-called “Friend” grins wider, unsettling so, but quickly disappears into a charming expression. “What, can’t a person try out a new look without their best friend threatening them with a pair of scissors?” He teases.

You give him a deadpan stare.

He coughs. “What I mean to say is…” He stands up and walks around the couch, approaching you casually. You can only stare in slight fear into his soulless eyes as each step brings him closer to you. He stands in front of you and gives you a reassuring smile. “I’m your Other Friend!”

“My Other Friend? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like! I’m your friend from another world. A world filled with wonder where everyone has buttons for eyes!” He says with bright smile and a glint in his button eyes. His voice sounding like a cheery animated character.

You blink. “Oh man, I must’ve drunk more than I thought…”

He laughs in amusement. “Maybe so… but why not try to enjoy this while you can? I’ve got popcorn and your favorite snacks. Aaaand we can watch any movie you want~” He sweetens the deal.

You raise your eyebrow, intrigued. “Is the popcorn extra butter?”

His grin widens. “Of course! What kind of best friend would I be if it wasn’t?”

You narrow your eyes and give him a firm nod. Before he could even attempt to come closer you point a finger at him, your expression full of suspicion. “I’m staying because I’m not fully convinced this isn’t a dream—“ You let out a loud hiccup. “…And I’m too drunk to walk back up the stairs.”

Other Friend giggles. “I understand.”

“I’m keeping the scissors, so don’t try anything funny!” You exclaim, sluggishly making your way towards the couch, slumping down on it.

“Wouldn’t dream of it~” He chuckles before sitting on the couch next to you.

While watching the movie in your drunken haze, you fail to notice your Other Friend’s grin grow possessive as you clutch the plushie he had made just for your arrival~

Chapter 2

#yandere #fanfic #stnaf #yandere writing #yandere x reader #friend x reader #stnaf friend #stnafgame #yandere smut #carter x reader #coraline #coraline au

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smegmafactory4ever · 5 months ago

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I forgot… why do you hate the Kleins? Also I’m praying that you get money soon. Xoxo

Ethan is a self-hating fat guy and a coomer. He has no swag and no sense of humor at all. He used to pretend to be vaguely right-wing adjacent for views and then started pretending to be a vague leftist for views. The whole time he's a basic American Democrat with no real convictions aside from what makes him the most money at any given moment. Actually that's a true he has only one consistent belief, Zionism. Ironically enough he hated living in Israel. Genuinely hateful misogynistic and homophobic but he votes blue so that doesn't matter. Somehow always the victim in every situation even tho he started every single beef he was involved in. Also always just so happens to beef with less popular creators who also just so happen to be mentally unstable but you can't accuse him of having bias there bcs he has mild anxiety and depression. Also started Ozempic as a 40yo married man with kids which is sooooo corny like damn go play with your kids instead of giving yourself violent diarrhea just so you can look better (but not great) on camera.

As for his wife, literally served in the IDF at a desk job which she found "boring" so she 100% volunteerly tagged along on combat missions. That in and of itself is crazy behavior. On top of that, as uncharismatic and unfunny as Ethan is, at least he enjoys being on camera and can talk. Hila just sits there looking like a hostage being held at gun point to awkwardly laugh at her husband's racist jokes. Decided she wanted more money so she, woman with literally no previous interest in fashion and negative swag, started her own overpriced clothing company. Their whole thing is how it's "ethical" streetwear but it's literally sweatshop quality with stolen designs but overpriced as hell. In addition to that basically all reviews for the company on glass door say she's a horrible boss and doesn't actually know anything about how the fashion industry works. Though I would hesitate to call that fashion since only H3tards buy it and it's obviously just overpriced YouTuber merch.

Anyways the parasocial attachments people form with the grossest most-swagless couple on earth are crazy to me since most of their fans would hugely benefit from forming a real life physical bond with a bar of soap.

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s1l · 1 month ago

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Jackson and Holt headcanons

- they both use xenogenders. I don't care, it's true.

- Jackson constantly wishes to know what music sounds like and feels like he'll never truly live without such a grand experience. It's something that all normies and monsters alike adore, and he will never even touch.

- Jackson loves scene clothing, but he can't dress the way he wants because of anxiety. He buys a lot of scene accessories and makes kandi bracelets himself, but never uses it. Holt on the other hand will raid their wardrobe and go to concerts absolutely DECKED out in Jackson's stuff. Jackson started wearing his own stuff because Holt kept leaving him messages about how many compliments he would always get for the clothing! ❤

- even though he doesn't need to, Jackson takes way too many precautions to keep himself from transforming. He reads a lot and rarely even scrolls social media in fear because there always seems to be music in every video!

- Jackson has a lot of mental health issues, and the discovery of Holt definitely didn't help. To know that there was a cooler version of him that everyone loved that constantly replaced him? It was horrible. However, Holt isn't the type of guy to leave another man kicked down. He constantly leaves notes on the refrigerator for Jackson to cheer him up with cute doodles, and he always tells his friends about how 'awesome this one Jackson fella is!' And how 'you just gotta meet him!'

- Holt has multiple Pinterest board of tattoos he wants in the future and hair styles he wants to try out. Holt actually really enjoys fashion, almost as much as he enjoys art and rock n' roll!

- You'd think that since Jackson is the 'nerd,' he'd be doing all the work in school to keep their head above water. However, Holt makes sure to pull his weight. He's the top student in art class, music class, and doing very well in gym too!

- Not a headcanon but a question; where are their parents? Why the hell did they never tell them about the transformations??

- Jackson is only able to watch Nature Documentaries because the background music is too peaceful to force Holt out.

- they send each other stupid tweets they find 😭 they actually have a very similar sense of humor, however, Jackson's is a bit more witty and sometimes dryer.

- Jackson used to study astrology when he was younger, but eventually moved onto other things such as science and psychology. He'd love to make a blog like Spectra or even become a journalist, but he doesn't feel like his anxiety could handle it. Nevertheless, he's determined to follow his dreams. He gets a lot of help from Frankie, as well as Clawdia too! Clawdia taught him a lot about writing and even promoted him on her blog! Now, his blog is linked in Spectras bio as a recommendation and they do a lot of collabs. Jackson helps a lot with Spectra because he's good at getting the facts and preventing her from providing senseless rumors. He also writes a lot with Venus about climate change and the environment, and assists to start a lot of movements and fundraisers.

- Everyone has something they're insecure about, even Holt Hyde. You might be wondering however, what could he of all people possibly be embarrassed by? Well, since he goes to a lot of parties away from home, he likes to bring a small plush princess goblin with him to keep him company. He spends a lot of time buying little clothes for it and even makes extra food so it can have a plate at the diner table.

- A lot of things play music, but Holt definitely has a favorite. He owns his own CD player that he's decked out in colorful stickers, ESPECIALLY puffy ones. He loves puffy stickers, fuzzy stickers, glittery stickers, scented stickers, all of them!

#monster high #WE ARE SO BACK‼️‼️#holt hyde #jackson jekyll #mh jackson #mh holt #monster high jackson #mh g1 #monster high headcanons

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littlecorpselady · 10 days ago

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Belonging

Pairing : Bo x reader part 2

Warnings : stalking, brief smut at the end, Stockholm syndrome, barely proof read

(Pinky promise, will add a link to part 1 eventually)

You were excited upon greeting the morning ahead with newfound productivity for once, packing everything needed for a old fashioned trip through the surrounding forest. That morning you had kicked off the floral sheets and pulled open the curtains all the way inspecting the admirable view surrounding the cabin. No big city traffic and horns blaring but mother nature in its natural state, far away from mass amounts of pollution.

Today's Lousiana heat was especially sticky so a pair of shorts for today wouldn't hurt, your thoughts hummed happily to just yourself before setting out.

Birds chirped freely filling you with a sense of ease. The sun peeped through the leaves, yet ignoring the blarings sun's beams beating gown on your exposed shoulders and legs, you continued aimlesslyforward. Eventually a river comes into view, flowers blooming proudly in a variation of fronts, decorating the scenery along the river, inviting a dip. Settiling on the edge after slipping off your trainers and socks, you take that invitation happily. Your shoulders slumping back without the burden of social pressure or anxiety, no prying eyes to your knowledge.

Leaned against the drivers seat door, Lester watches from a long distance on the road side with a hand resting on his walkie talkie, weighing his choices. Watching the woman sat by the river, mind too far wandered off to notice him. After about a minute or two he continues on with his day, hopping into the drivers seat and slipping out the walkie talkie to bring the new 'tourist' resting not too far from Ambrose to Bos attention. Giving plenty of time to prepare the show.

After enjoying the cool water flow between your toes, you give a good shake before slipping back on your socks and trainers to make your merry way over to the nearby road, hoping a car with stop. Sticking to the roads side for safety, the walk is only a couple of minutes of long before a truck pulls up besides you, not even needing to signal to it to stop as a man in a green cap rolls down his smudged trucks window.

"Need a ride?" He flashes a grin wide enough for it to come off across as just silly rather than creepy.

"If that's okay with you." The moment you answer, he pops open the passenger door and gestures for you to make your way around to it. Hurrying over to it as if he's going to change his mind any second now, you climb in, a foul stench of death greeting you at the door. He must've noticed the way you Instinctively scrunch up your nose because he replies fairly quick.

"Sorry, trucks seen better days!" The statement is followed up with a heartedly chuckle, finding it amusing. It's charming enough for you to wave off and provide a polite smile to the man, even if he has dried up roadkill blood on his cheek.

"It's no problem at all, could be worse. Really."

"Where you heading?" He follows up, already starting up the truck again and driving straight ahead down the long lonesome road, as if with his mind already made up.

"Anywhere your going I guess. Which is?" Yet again he seemed amused with your answers, occasionally turning a gaze in your direction.

"Ain't going nowhere in particular sweetheart. Just picking up and collecting roadkill off the side of the road. Putting food on the table." It seems a bit more obvious to you now with the clarification, his truck stained with grime and decorated in all sorts of trophies from animal bones strung up the the ceiling and a Bowie knife planted in the dashboard. Before you could speak though, he beats you to it.

"But I know a place called Ambrose. Old but charming, i promise ya." Right on time, he passes a billboard, dusty with age but as clear as day exclaiming "Trudys famous House of wax!" In big letters. Feeling a bit curious, you nod to the strange man and he continues on for a good while, his route memorised.

Pretty soon he pulls up in front of what appears to be a washed out enterence. He gestures ahead indicating the towns up ahead.

"Forgot this ways washed out, mind helping me with the brakes a moment?" He turns to you and from the corner of your eye, you could swear he's undressing you in his own way. A shiver trickles down your spine, crawling into your nerves and setting them all off. Nevertheless you agree but a bit more reluctant this time around.

Getting out of the drivers seat, he makes his way around the truck and surprisingly you manage to trust the process enough for him to open up the passenger door for you.

Realistically it didn't take long but upon some overthinking, it definitely stretched on by a couple of minutes helping the man you learnt to be named "Lester" during a exchange of goodbyes. Turns out there was a town as promised, a rigid sign stating 'Ambrose' confirming it as you passed it. The town is lit up by noise such as distance chatter and the sound of cars, you trusted your ears enough to not question the empty streets. It was a Sunday after all, it wasn't uncommon for small towns to be getting in a few prayers.

Making your way around, although the museum stood proudly in the distance caught your interest first, the gas station attracted you over strongly at the sound of some Marilyn Manson blaring on a radio. Peeking in through the glass, nobody was in sight so pushing open the door which set off the typical bell above, you called in out of curiosity.

"Hello?" No answer despite the music filling the dusty place.

Maybe everyone really is at church today?

Making your way up the road and approaching the church up ahead your path, a man in a dark suit stood leaned against the door with a cigarette being placed between his lips. His hair was neatly slick back and his eyes shined a familiar blue as his head tilted up in your direction upon the gravel crunching underneath your trainers.

"Hey?" You called out, almost immediately regretting the bold approach as his gaze burnt a hole into you.

"I know you, your the man who helped with my car yesterday." He pauses, the suspense following shortly behind him before he nods, allowing you a sigh of relief.

"Names Bo Sweetheart." You almost didn't want to give your name back, not with how smoothly his pet names came, laced with charm.

"Nice meeting you again Bo, names Y/n."

His gaze becomes much more considerable, sizing you up momentarily before flickering his unfinished cigarette to the ground, crushing it with his heel into to gravel before straightening up. Just how you remembered he stood up talk but somehow much more prideful, his look suiting such pride as he extended a hand. Taking it in yours, he damn near engulfs your hand whole in just one shake, his skin calloused with hard physical work and lifes experience under his belt. Stood before him now, you felt amateur assumably a good few years younger than him.

The rest of the day is spent mutually sharing a conversation from outside of the church to the outside of his house. That day unknown to you, today was the first time anybody walked out of Ambrose with their flesh uncoated in layers of thick wax. The first to be able to even set foot back to the outside world and at the same time share a encounter with Bo sinclair.

You beat the moon before it could set to your cabins front door. Greeted by the warm lighbulbs glow as you forgot to switch it off before departure. Dropping the backpack by the front door and sliding the door shut behind you without locking it, your make your way to the kitchen for a much needed cup of tea. It's not like you needed to lock it anyway, besides the little town a short drive away, it wasn't like there was much else around. You were safe you coaxed yourself just once before forgetting about it. The unlocked front door.

You didn't know what compelled you to get up in middle of the night but something did. Something compelled you enough to slip out from the comfort of the floral sheets and make a trip to the curtains. Peeling them open ever so carefully for a peak outside, it took a moment but you did see something. Squinting hard enough, it took the shape of a unmoving truck just parked outside the cabin. With your heart spiking from zero to pure dread, you ducked away from the window to catch a breath. Surely it was just the night playing tricks again. Peeling yourself from the wsll and back to the window, it was definitely a truck but its now you realise the drivers seat looks empty. Or atleast you could swear it is from here. Before anything else, a pair of calloused hands grab from behind. One hand wrapping around muffling your scream and the other holding you tightly by the waist against their chest. Their breathes were slow as gathered by the slow rise and fall of the chest against your pace as their grip over your mouth and nose hardened. Eventually it became too much effort to breath or even see and everything went dark as your body went limp.

Drifting In and out of consciousness, at first you felt yourself being carried down the stairs over what could only be assumed to be a shoulder. Next you felt that rare breeze as if being taken outside, the sound of a truck door opening before your paralysed body was being laid down. Nothing else was taken in before your vision went dark again for another couple of minutes. The next time you opened then was when your body was hoisted over somebodies shoulder like a lousy sack of potatoes, to be carried and tossed to the ground. Up some steps you went before a door was kicked open and shut. This time determined to focus on atleast something and that you did, a brown scruffy pair of worn old boots with a hole starting to form at the front of one of them. From there you watch with a fair amount of concentration as said boots ascend up a wooden staircase up to a hallway.

Before you could think much further, your hands clench at his back, pushing away from him with little to none success because all you earn is the tilt of his head. The only petty victory being that at some point you knocked off his cap during his journey up the staircase. The moment he pushes open a bedroom door, he drops you onto your ass onto a bed. Instinctively, you scootch yourself backwards to put as much distance as you can between yourself and..Bo. It's the same man yet again, the charming road side mechanic, the well dressed church goer from yesterday. It all pools into you at once, the realisation and the intense burden of regret.

"Mornin' suger" that once addictive Southern accent suddenly feeling invasive as his previously welcoming smirk takes a much more sinister from right before you. His eyes glinting with cruel promises as he surveyed the paralysed mess laid out before him. Another one of his playthings to pull apart and put back together until he either got bored or it fell apart for Vincent to reconfigure. Another piece of art among many others, condemned to Ambrose until the wax fizzles away into meaningless nothing.

That's how you become the empty vessel you are today, curled up by his bedroom window. Too lost in the pits of your mind to even acknowledge Bos truck parking in front of the house. Too restless to even take notice of the presence lingering behind you until it reaches out. Until he reaches out, resting a hand on your shoulder and lightly shaking it. It was strange. The way he looks at you now, it's different or atleast you think it is. He used to look down at you, not like a human being but much more as if a animal, a mutt. Something he can train and re mold into pure obedience at his side, something he can wrap a collar around and pull it around. Now you could swear up and down there's atleast some interest In his gaze. Lust, curiosity, whatever it was you hoped it came with praise, any form of approval.

In the past, your first couple of weeks here, you would've rather taken a layer of wax to the skin any day than take any affection he had to offer. You don't how it happend but the past you shrivelled up inside, confined and repressed to the back of your mind. Now all you could crave was his hand soothing through your hair and a firm kiss to the forehead, leaving behind his mark. Even if it wasn't visible, you could feel the burn it left in its wake.

Tonight his warm body pressed flush against yours as he pulled you back by the hips against him. Smothered in his praise as he breathed stings of approval by your ear, only for you to hear. In contrast to his approval, his hand are rough all over, proven especially as he pushes your head down impossibly further against the mattress, your cheek melting against the sheets as he rubs a thumb against your core earning a strangled moan. Something about this time felt special, less like the feeling of just being fucked and more like the feeling of being made love to. A slither of belonging creeping inside of you and planting itself as he buried himself forward inside of you once more, his hand pulling you head back as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, one last muffled groan before he eases his tongue past your lips.

For once, it felt real. The sense of belonging and security.

*thanks for reading 🫶

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spooo00oky · 9 months ago

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Siren's Spell

Chapter Five.

Pairing: siren!Wooyoung x reader

Genre: fantasy, eventual smut, romance, fluff

Word Count: 8k+

Warnings: swearing, blood, suggestive themes, Thalassophobia.

Author’s Note: N/A Editors note: SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO POST THIS!!!!

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To say the rest of the fashion show was awkward was an understatement. I made the decision to act like everything was fine at least for Hongjoong’s sake. Seonghwa and Wooyoung were agreeable enough to my wishes but it didn’t mean they were any less wary of Maggiore. They shot her sharp looks every time she moved, and she seemed to revel in their reactions. Worry pooled in my belly at what this meant for Hongjoong.

He was oblivious to the entire situation, greeting Wooyoung and Seonghwa with a bright smile and a handshake. Hongjoong and Seonghwa talked about fashion for a little bit before he stepped away from him to pull me to the side. “You didn’t tell me that that man you hugged was your mate! When did that happen? And would Seonghwa by any chance be upset if I wanted him as a model for my label?”

I laughed at his hurt expression and rubbed a soothing hand on his shoulder. “It’s a long story, I’ll explain it to you over dinner at a different time,” I told him. “But yes, Wooyoung is my mate, and you’d have to ask Seonghwa about that. He’s still pretty new to most things on the surface.”

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Wooyoung perk up a bit, having no doubt heard me despite the distance between us and the noise of everyone in the room. I smiled despite myself, the word “mate” was easier to say this time and I didn’t feel any anxiety after doing so. It was almost natural to say I was his mate. It was enough to make the butterflies in my belly flutter.

Hongjoong pouted but nodded. “I’ll hold you to it then. He seems like a good male, he and Seonghwa both do.” He looked around to make sure said males weren’t within earshot before leaning in closer. “I didn’t want to be rude by asking them but what kind of creature are they?”

I giggled when I saw both males stifle their laughter from across the room. “They’re sirens, you don’t have to be so nervous around them, you know. They’re very sweet when you get to know them. They’ve answered all of the questions I had and then some.”

Hongjoong’s eyes widened in shock and he turned to look at the males again who were doing a good job at making it look like they were too deep in conversation to notice us. His eyes scanned over them before turning back to me with a nod. “That makes a lot of sense then. They’re too pretty to be any other kind of creature that I know of. Seonghwa’s voice is almost musical too, is that because of their magic?”

I shrugged. “Maybe? It is certainly more prominent with him compared to the other members of their current. Most of the others sound more normal I guess you could say.” My eyes wandered once more to the woman Hongjoong came with, finding her towards the back of the room and her eyes already on me. If looks could kill I would be six feet under already with the way her dark gaze bore into me. I quickly turned back to him with a smile. He was right, Seonghwa and Wooyoung’s beauty was almost dizzying, as was the rest of the current. I haven’t met any female sirens, but compared to the males I’ve met she almost looked bland. Was this normal for the females or was she an outlier?

“Seonghwa has been wanting to talk to you about fashion though, it’s a passion of his. You two should talk more about it after the show, that way you can ask him about that modeling gig too,” I told my cousin with a smile.

He nodded. “I will, I’ll manage to work up the nerve to do it,” he said with a grin right as the lights dimmed in the room. The lights on stage brightened and I turned to guide my friends to our seats but met Wooyoung’s chest instead. I stumbled back but his hands held me steady, a charming smile on his face.

“Can’t have you falling for me again,” he teased.

I rolled my eyes despite the smile that grew on my face. “Let’s not inflate your ego, alright?” I took his hand and guided him and Seonghwa to our seats in the front row. I went to take my seat but was suddenly swapped by Seonghwa, who scooted me over just as Maggiore took her seat right next to where I was about to sit. I watched her eyes narrow for a moment before they widened again and she looked up and Hongjoong.

“Oh I forgot my purse! Here, sit down Joongie, I’ll be back in a second,” she said with a sweet smile before walking away to go find her purse.

I watched the whole conversation with narrowed eyes. She was good at acting, that much was for sure. It was unnerving to see how fast she was able to switch expressions.

“Which number are you in the lineup, y/n?” Hongjoong asked me.

“I’m third,” I told him just as Maggiore took her seat on the opposite side of Hongjoong. He smiled when she sat down and took her hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it.

I watched as she smiled back at him and leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek. Her eyes bored into mine as her lips met his cheek and I turned my attention to the stage just as music began to play. How she managed to make giving someone a kiss on the cheek seem like a threat was a little intimidating.

Someone squeezed my hand and I turned to look at Wooyoung just as the first modelers walked across the stage. He leaned in a little closer towards my ear. “Are you alright?”

I nodded. “I’m fine, just nervous of how everyone will like my designs.” It was a lie and we both knew it. My nervousness stemmed from the other siren that was making it very apparent that she had my cousin wrapped around her finger. I had a million questions and plans on how to get Hongjoong away from her and safe again. Had she known he was my cousin or was it a lucky guess that he would be the way to get closer to me and through me to Wooyoung?

He gave me a reassuring smile before pressing a quick kiss to my cheek. “It’ll be alright, they’ll love your designs.”

I thanked him before turning my attention back to the stage as Seonghwa nudged me. There were sparkles in his eyes as he smiled down at me in excitement. “I’m excited to see what you’ve done,” he told me and I gave him a grateful smile just as the first of the models began to walk down the aisle.

I held my breath as she moved, watching the way the fabric held itself up into the intricate positions I put it in. It flowed effortlessly around her legs and didn’t hinder her at all. I couldn’t stop the smile that curled my lips as the next models followed after her, the bold colors of the clothes they wore creating a color story on the runway. They looked good, and Seonghwa stared in awe of them. His hand tightened around mine and my giggle was swallowed up by the music playing through the speakers. If no one liked my designs I was happy knowing at least Seonghwa loved them.

The last model was making her way down the runway and I watched Wooyoung’s expression out of the corner of my eye. His eyes widened for a moment before they narrowed in confusion and I couldn’t help my smile from becoming bigger at his reaction.

The dress was form fitting and black, rippling under the lights like black water. The black trailed off at about waist level before tapering into a skin colored fabric; splotches of black staining the bodice of the dress in random places like a koi fish. Small crystal beads caught the lighting from above and showed like water droplets after just getting out of the water. Once she came closer to us we could see the subtle swirled pattern hidden in the black of the dress, making Seonghwa ooo and ahh as he took it all in.

Once she walked past us completely and the next round of models began to walk out I felt Wooyoung tug on my hand. I looked up at him and giggled at the expression he had on his face. “Did I inspire you so much that you made a dress that looks like me?”

I shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not. I won’t be telling you though.”

He lightly pinched my leg and I squirmed away from him, laughing as the final model of the show rounded the corner and Annabelle came out onto the runway. She beamed as the crowd applauded and she did a few low bows before she was handed a microphone.

“Thank you all for coming tonight, and I hope you’ve enjoyed yourselves! Please help yourselves to the drinks that are provided and feel free to speak with some of my designers and myself about the things we’ve shown you today,” she said with a bright smile before handing off the microphone and walking off of the stage. I stood up with the crowd, holding onto Wooyoung’s hand as I accepted the congratulations that were given to me by the nearest guests. My cheeks were beginning to hurt from the smile that never left my face, ecstatic that my designs were so well received.

“See? You had nothing to worry about,” Wooyoung said in my ear just as San and Mingi came up to pull me into hugs and congratulate me.

I smiled up at him and gave his hand a squeeze. “Thank you Wooyoung. I’m happy to have you here for this.”

He grinned and leaned down to press a kiss to the top of my head, making my heart flutter in my chest. I didn’t fight the feeling that bubbled up inside of me, it felt more natural now and less intimidating. Maybe it was the rush of a show well done or maybe I was finally starting to accept the bond between us. Either way, I didn’t let those thoughts linger long as Hongjoong and Maggiore walked up to us at that moment.

“You did an amazing job as always, y/n,” Hongjoong said with a smile as he pulled me into a hug. I smiled and hugged him tightly, happy that my cousin was able to enjoy this moment with me as well.

“Thank you, Hongjoong. I was really inspired with these new designs so I’m glad everyone liked it,” I told him as I pulled away enough to look at him.

He nodded in understanding and held out a hand behind him and I watched Maggiore take it and step closer. I hated how my heart dropped a little towards my feet at the sweet smile she gave me. I felt more than I saw Wooyoung move closer to my side.

“Maggiore also loved the designs, isn’t that right darling?” Hongjoong asked her, adoration shining in his eyes as he looked at her.

She nodded, the smile she gave him not quite reaching her eyes. “They were lovely, but I have to be honest. Compared to previous designs you’ve done in the past, these just didn’t capture my attention as much. They almost seemed a little too gaudy.”

My heart sank even lower in my chest at her words and my smile wobbled. I could feel her magic brush against me this time, knowing she was attempting to charm me again. I had a feeling she’d pull something like this so it didn’t bother me as much but when Hongjoong turned to me I felt a lump form in my throat.

“I have to agree with her on this one. You did do an amazing job, but the designs didn’t seem to hit their mark, you know? Perhaps you could’ve reeled it in a little bit. They were eyesores compared to the rest of the designs we saw today,” Hongjoong said and I felt tears prick my eyes. His voice was almost robotic and his eyes had glazed over now that he was under Maggiore’s influence.

“See? Even Hongjoong agrees with me that your designs were horrendous this time. You should really do better,” Maggiore said with a triumphant smirk when she saw the way my expression fell. This was a petty play on her part and sadly it was working.

I watched as another guest turned around to face me, his eyes glazed over as well. He had fallen victim to her power and my eyes widened when I watched a few other people who were in range of her magic turn to me.

“Why’d you even think that those designs were any good?”

“You should’ve sat this one out, we liked San’s designs better anyway.”

“Why even try to prove yourself? You should’ve given up on this dream of yours a long time ago.”

I didn’t realize how tightly I had begun to grip Wooyoung’s hand. The tears were threatening to spill over at their words. They weren’t even that harsh of insults and I knew that they were all under the influence of Maggiore’s influence but my insecurities were getting the best of me right now. The most painful being Hongjoong, who has done nothing but praise me since I started in this industry. I accepted his constructive criticism when I needed it but his words stung. I looked up to him greatly. It was natural his cold words would sting the most.

“This is low even for you.”

I looked up at the sound of Seonghwa’ voice and saw the enraged expression on his face. I’ve never seen him like this, the usually soft spoken siren looked like the monsters that people said they were.

“What do you gain from doing this? Petty manipulation so that these guests would spew insults at y/n? I think you’ve hit rock bottom now, Maggiore.” He turned to the gathered guests. “You all loved those designs, you said as much beforehand. Don’t allow yourselves to be swayed by a lowlife who has nothing better to do than ruin the party.”

I watched as the glazed over look in their eyes faded away as they blinked, almost like they were waking up from a daydream. A few walked away dazedly while a few others nodded with smiles before doing the same.

Maggiore looked furious that her fun had come to a close and she opened her mouth like she was about to entrance more people when a warm, comforting sensation washed over us. The feeling was enough to make my tears stop momentarily and Wooyoung wiped away one that escaped with a gentle swipe of his finger.

“Thank you for de-escalating the situation before I could get here. I wasn’t expecting so many sirens to be at the show tonight,” Annabelle spoke as she walked up, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her look this serious before. Her usual joyful expression was devoid of all emotion now. It was like I was seeing an entirely different being before me.

“While I am accepting and accommodating of all manner of beings that attend my shows, I do not tolerate the use of magic that is against the will of my guests. With that being said I will politely ask that you leave the building immediately or else there will be consequences. Don’t try to use your magic again either, I’ve already placed a spell that nullifies the effects of it throughout the entire room. You are powerless now.”

Maggiore’s open mouth closed, curling into an enraged snarl as she shot me a murderous look. Wooyoung tugged me behind him to block me from her sight, but I watched her around his arm. There was no way I wasn’t going to watch her, not with her being so close to Hongjoong.

”I’ll be seeing you again,” was all she said before grabbing Hongjoong’s hand and dragging him towards the exit. He followed after her like a zombie, still very much under her spell.

“Hongjoong no!” I cried, fearing for his well being now more than ever. I ducked under Wooyoung’s arm and bolted after them, hearing both siren’s cry out in alarm at my retreating figure.

I had just reached out to grab Hongjoong’s hand before the world became a blur. It all happened so fast that my brain struggled to comprehend what had happened for a minute when I heard Wooyoung snarl loudly. I was not where I was standing a second ago, instead my arm was in Wooyong’s grip and my body was partially hidden behind his own. Wooyoung looked like he wanted to rip Maggiore apart while she looked bloodthirsty. She held her clawed hand close to her side and that’s when I noticed the blood that dripped from it.

I gasped as I noticed the puddle of blood forming beneath mine and Wooyoung’s hands. I followed the trail upwards and saw the gashes that marred the pretty bronze skin on his arm, some of it flowing onto my hand as well.

“Don’t ever fucking touch her or I will rip you limb from limb,” Wooyoung growled, his threat ringing throughout the air.

Maggiore let out a snarl of her own before rushing to the exit with Hongjoong in tow.

“Wait, give him back!” I cried out, struggling in San’s hold. He wasn’t relenting though, and I watched with tears in my eyes as Hongjoong left with Maggiore for possibly the last time.

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The rest of the guests left soon after that. Annabelle assured them that everything was fine but most of them seemed uneasy at the outburst of the sirens in attendance. A few left immediately afterwards while others enjoyed the party for a little longer, trying to lighten the mood after the disturbance. Once San had let me go I had turned to Wooyoung to tend to his wound. The claw marks had already begun to close up in such a short time, but I used my shirt to stop the blood flow until Mingi returned with a first aid kit.

“You didn’t have to do this, it was my stupid decision to chase after them,” I said softly, my voice thick with emotion and my eyes trying to rapidly blink away tears.

“As your mate, yes I did. She would’ve clawed your hand off if I hadn’t,” he explained, giving me a smile to try and ease my worries.

Seonghwa came up to me then, rubbing a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry too much, siren’s heal fast.”

“It doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less,” I said glumly just as Mingi arrived with a first aid kit. I gratefully took it away from him with thanks, opening it and starting to clean his wound. They were nothing more than thin scratches by now, so I began to clean the blood that had dried around it and make sure it wouldn’t become infected. My shirt was no doubt ruined and I would have to throw it out once I was able to.

Wooyoung gently stopped my hand and made me look up at him with a hum. He gave me a smile and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I assure you I’m fine. I’ve had worse things happen to me. Sirens get a little agitated in Socix when it’s mating season, so a scratch like this is nothing in comparison.”

I nodded and followed along with him as he instructed me to take a deep breath with him. It helped a lot more than I thought it would; clearing my head and steadying my heart.

There was a sigh and I looked up at Annabelle, noticing the last of the guests had left the building. She looked weary and guilt pooled up inside of my belly again. Wooyoung sniffed and gave my hand a comforting squeeze. ”Well, that was a lot more dramatic of an ending to the show than I was expecting. Thank you again for diffusing the situation before I could get over here.” She gave Seonghwa a warm smile. She turned to Wooyoung and I with concern in her gaze. “How are you doing? Do I need to do some healing magic?”

Wooyoung shook his head. “No need, I’m completely fine.” He moved his arm out of my grip to show that the claw marks had closed completely and were faint pink scars. I was a little envious of how fast they were able to heal. “I’m sorry for the disturbance in your show, we had no idea such an unexpected guest would show up.”

Annabelle held up a hand with a shake of her head. “There’s no need to apologize, it isn’t your fault. If it wasn’t a rowdy guest it would’ve been Ming getting too drunk and causing a scene. I’m used to it.”

Mingi sputtered. “I broke the stage one time!”

“Yes and the time before that it was a light.”

He grumbled but didn’t try to fight her words anymore; knowing she had more blackmail. Annabelle smiled before turning to me. “Now how are you?”

I sighed. “Shaken up mostly. That was a lot in a short amount of time.”

She nodded in understanding. “I can imagine so. I know your mate will be ready to answer all of your questions when you get home though.” She gave Wooyoung a pointed look and he chuckled and nodded his agreement. She smiled before turning back to me. “Good. Now after this whole fiasco and as tradition usually goes, the next week is yours to do as you please. I better not see any of you near the office until next week, got it?” Annabelle waited until we all nodded our agreement before bidding all of us a goodnight and safe travels home before she left to go talk with the cleaning crew.

Wooyoung nudged me with a cheeky grin as he took my hand and began to clean the blood off of me. “Look at that, you have an entire week off now. I can think of a few ways we could occupy that time.”

I scrunch my nose up at his words at the same moment Seonghwa made a gagging noise. “I’ll make sure to tell the rest of the current not to come within a mile radius of your den then if you two will be busy.”

“See? Now we’re guaranteed some privacy as well.”

I weakly smacked his chest with my unoccupied hand, making him laugh. “In your dreams.”

“How’d you know?”

I rolled my eyes but there was still a smile present on my face, my mood improving with Wooyoung’s teasing. It wasn’t enough to completely erase my worries for Hongjoong but it was a start. Seonghwa couldn’t hide the chuckle that slipped from him as he messed up Wooyoung’s hair.

Wooyoung quickly finished cleaning his blood off of my arm and throwing the gauze wipe out before returning to my side. He gave my hand a gentle squeeze as he took it before looking between the two of us. “Should we head out then? I don’t know about you two but I could use something to eat right about now.”

I snorted and shook my head. “We can head out and get some food on the way home. I don’t think I’ll eat much of anything.”

“Yes you will,” Wooyoung told me with a teasing grin before turning to Seonghwa before I could even dispute what he said. “I feel like something with meat, what about you?”

“I could go for a meat dish,” he agreed before turning to San and Mingi. “Are you guys joining us as well? My treat.”

My friends looked towards each other before they both nodded in agreement.

”We’ll join you guys, we also have some questions of our own if you don’t mind answering them,” Mingi said. Wooyoung seemed to think about it for a moment before nodding his agreement. It was enough for a small smile to spread across my lips seeing my mate and my friends getting along.

“Also, and I don’t mean this in a rude way, but you still aren’t used to some things on the surface, right? How are you going to pay for dinner?” San asked, his tail swishing nervously behind him. It was cute to see my friend timid around the sirens when he was usually so confident in conversation.

“Oh!” Seonghwa gasped before he began rummaging through his pockets. After a moment he pulled out something that glittered in his hand and my eyes widened in shock when I realized it was a handful of gold coins. Had he gotten all of this from the shipwrecks beneath the water? ”Will this be enough to cover the meal? This is all I have.”

San and Mingi’s expressions were almost as comical as my own. “Is that the currency of Socix? Where did you even get all of that?”

Seonghwa looked perplexed. “No? Socix doesn’t have a currency, we trade goods. This is what you used many years ago, right? Do you not use gold anymore?”

San laughed and shook his head. “We haven’t used gold up here for hundreds of years, unfortunately.” Seonghwa’s expression fell and my heart hurt at the sight of it. Now more than ever I was curious to know just how old Seonghwa was. “But lucky for us I just happen to know a river nymph who’s even older than the switch over from gold coins to drazal and she accepts both forms of payment. She owns a restaurant towards the center of town and her food is pretty good. We can go there if that’s alright with you?”

I agreed to go there at the same moment Wooyoung huffed in irritation. I gave him a questioning look and he grumbled. “Nymphs.”

A face came to mind when said that and I realized where his irritation stemmed from. I rolled my eyes and turned to the rest of the group. “He’s fine, we'll eat there tonight.”

Mingi raised a brow. “Are you sure? We could probably find a different-“

”No it’s fine, he’s just being grumpy because the last nymph he was in contact with was Logan.”

Understanding dawned on the two males’ faces before they nodded in agreement.

As we headed towards the exit of the building I nudged Wooyoung’s arm with my shoulder. “When do I start getting gold coins?” I asked him jokingly.

Wooyoung smirked before pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “If it's treasures you want you should’ve told me.”

I giggled and shook my head. “I’m kidding I don’t need any of that. The courting gifts were more than enough.”

He hummed and went quiet after that, and I didn’t press him on the sudden thoughtful look he got.

Together we began to head towards the restaurant, letting San lead the way. The city was alive at this hour, all manner of beings walking the sidewalks. We passed by many different kinds of food stalls and vendors. A naga selling antiques and shiny trinkets caught my eye for a moment but I didn’t stop walking, quickening my pace to keep up with the rest of the group. There was a sudden cry and I looked in time to see a gryffin take off on the other side of the street, soaring in between the buildings around us.

I watched Seonghwa nudge Mingi to get the male’s attention.

“Is it always like this in the city?”

Mingi smiled and nodded. “Pretty much. It gets more lively the closer to the center of the city you get. You could visit us more often and we’ll show you around.”

It warmed my heart seeing the interaction, and I was so focused on it that I almost didn’t realize we had stopped until Wooyoung was tugging on my hand.

“We’re here,” San said and I looked around in confusion. We had stopped in front of a barren alleyway. I was beginning to question his sense of direction before he looked over his shoulder at us. “Look at the alley and blink six times, no more and no less.”

I looked back at the alley and did as instructed. On the sixth blink I gasped in wonder as a homey styled restaurant suddenly appeared before my eyes. It looked warm and inviting and the mouth watering smell of food now wafted through the air. Wooyoung looked just as mesmerized as I did by the magic that concealed this place.

“This place is a very ‘if you know, you know’ kind of place,” San explained as he opened the door for us to enter. He had a smug look on his face and I rolled my eyes at him.

We entered the building and it was hard not to start drooling at the aromas that wafted over us. It was very warm and inviting inside, and I didn’t see a single patron that didn’t have a smile on their face. A large fire in the hearth warmed the building up and gave the room a warm glow.

“Welcome welcome! Come in, take a seat, I’ll be over with some drinks!” A raspy voice called out and I spotted the owner of it; a tall, willowy nymph with midnight blue hair. She had the beginnings of wrinkles forming and her warm smile showed with pure joy. She was flitting around the room like she wasn’t a day over twenty. She may have been old but she sure didn’t act like it, as was expected of a nymph.

San led us to a large table towards the back, motioning for us to take a seat. I was about to turn back to the nymph on the other side of the room only to nearly jump when she suddenly appeared behind us with a tray and cups. She set a glass in front of each of us, pouring a sparkling liquid into each one in the next second.

“I haven’t seen you in a long while, Sannie! You even brought your friends in tonight as well, the more the merrier! How’d you end up becoming friends with a pair of sirens too? Not that I’m judging, all are welcomed here. It’s been a while is all,” she spoke quickly, but I didn’t mind it. Her voice was interesting to listen to.

San smiled up at her. “Hello Reyna, it’s nice to see you again too. You’ll have to thank y/n here for bringing in new guests, one of the sirens is her mate.” He gestured to Wooyoung and I. I gave the nymph, Reyna, a shy smile as Wooyoung waved to her. “This is Mingi and this is Seonghwa, all very close friends of mine.”

“Well I sure hope they’re close friends of yours or else you wouldn’t have brought them here,” she teased him before me. “Now I have to know what creature you are because I’ve been trying to figure it out since you walked in.”

“I’m human,” I told her.

Her eyes widened before she nearly lunged to grab my cup. “Then this is not for you! The last thing we need is for you needing to be carried out of here or running out of here naked. Sorry about that, I haven’t been able to smell for at least two hundred and forty-six years so I couldn’t tell what you were. Let me go and get you something else to drink, anything you want in particular?”

“I’ll just take some water please,” I told her, still shocked by how quick she was to take my glass away.

She nodded before walking away and I turned to San in confusion. “What even was that stuff?”

“Fairy Dew. It’s a very sweet wine but humans have to be careful if they drink it. I’ve watched a human start dancing in the middle of the room here before stripping naked and bolting out the front door,” he explained. “Poor Wooyoung and Seonghwa would’ve had to carry you out of here.”

Reyna came back with water for me right as San was telling that story. She laughed as she set my drink down, a fond look in her eyes. “I was just telling that story to another guest! Poor Gary had to come back the next day to get his clothes after explaining to his wife how he lost them in the first place. He was as red as a tomato.”

“Does that happen a lot?” Mingi asked.

“Nope! I try to steer humans away from drinking the stuff as much as possible. They’re usually too wary of it to even try it in the first place but there’s always one brave soul who’s willing to take the risk.”

Seonghwa hummed as he sipped his drink. “It’s delicious,” he complimented.

“Why thank you! It’s homemade so I’m glad you enjoy it,” she said with a bright smile. She looked at San again. “Are we getting the usual over here but make it enough for everyone?”

“That’ll work perfectly for all of us.”

Reyna nodded before heading back towards a door on the far wall, no doubt the kitchen. I turned back to the table just as conversations resumed.

“So that woman was your ex, Maggie?” San started, raising a brow at Wooyoung.

“Maggiore,” Wooyoung corrected. “Yes she is. I had given her one courting gift before her favored male died. With no other suitors she came back to me but I had given up at that point after she made it very clear she had no real interest in me.”

San nodded in understanding. “And now she’s mad that y/n’s in the picture?”

He nodded.

“Then why did she have Hongjoong with her? He seemed like he was madly in love with her. Wouldn’t that mean she had moved on too?”

“Not necessarily. Maggiore is a very prideful and selfish creature so tonight was more than likely a step in whatever plan she has and nothing more. Hongjoong was very much under her spell, and has been for a small amount of time. Not too long, his eyes are still fairly clear, but there’s a tiny sheen to them. She’s been using her magic a lot on him,” Seonghwa explained. “Other creatures are more resilient to the after effects of a siren’s magic, but long term exposure for an unmated human could have adverse effects.”

Wooyoung squeezed my hand beneath the table and I squeezed it back. I knew the unspoken question behind the action and I answered. “I’m alright.” I was too, I was doing better than I thought I would with the way this conversation was going. My stomach was in knots over Hongjoong and his safety, but that has been since that whole incident from earlier. A small part of me was glad to have a better understanding of what exactly the situation was.

“So he’s definitely in danger,” Mingi concluded and Seonghwa nodded. He sighed. “Is there anything we can do to get him away from her?”

”We don’t really know what she has planned or where she even is, so as of right now, no.” Wooyoung’s shoulders slumped a bit.”We’ll talk with the rest of the current and see what they know.”

I gave his hand another squeeze, which he returned.

San and Mingi both nodded in understanding. Their eyes glanced at me and I knew what their next question would be before they even said it.

“Is y/n safe with you?” Mingi asked and his words were almost cut off before they even left his mouth by a low growl.

I looked at Wooyoung with wide eyes and he was no longer growling, instead he shook his head in embarrassment.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to growl at you like that. I can assure you both that y/n is safe with me and the current. Maggiore probably thinks our den is above water for her comfort over mine, I doubt she’s realized yet that it’s beneath the Brighbalt.”

“Wouldn’t she follow your scent though? We travel to and from it every day,” I asked, looking up at him with concern.

Wooyoung smirked down at me. “What do you think the monster that lives above our den is for? She covers our scent perfectly.”

San looked impressed. “You’ve put a lot of thought into this.”

“I knew she might stir up some trouble for me at some point, I just wasn’t sure when and how she’d do it.”

Just then Reyna came back with two large platters of food with another employee following behind her with another platter. “Alright! Watch out these plates are very hot so be careful everyone,” she warned as she began to set the platters down on our table. The food looked delicious and my mouth began to water at the smell of it. “I hope you all enjoy it, feel free to shout for me if you guys need anything else.” She smiled one last time before walking away to greet another couple that had just walked in.

“All of this is for us?” Seonghwa asked in bewilderment. The platters were filled with beef and vegetables and even some grilled fish. It truly was a lot of food that catered to all of our tastes.

San nodded. “Reyna doesn’t skip out on food, and it’s so delicious that we won’t want to stop eating.”

Wooyoung was already scooping some food out onto my plate, not giving me a choice on if I wanted any or not. Once everyone had dished their own food he reached for a fork and was about to scoop some food to feed me before I stopped him. He raised a brow at me and instead of using words I grabbed my own utensils and began to eat. He seemed pleased when I took a bite and began to eat his own food, not worried that I wouldn’t be eating much this time.

With my thoughts centered around Hongjoong and Maggiore, I wasn’t expecting to eat as much as I did. The food was some of the best I had ever eaten and I would’ve thought it was enchanted as I was unable to put my utensils down. Before I even realized it my plate was clean and I was reaching for more food.

We all seemed to unanimously agree that the conversation of Maggiore and Hongjoong was put on hold for the time being, turning into a brighter one. I let myself get swept up into it, focusing on the present and not on the future for now. For now, I was letting myself enjoy a nice dinner with my friends and my mate.

Before long the platters were cleared of food and Seonghwa had paid for our meal, which greatly pleased Reyna when he pulled out gold coins.

“You can come back anytime if you continue to pay in gold. Makes my heart happy to see the old way of payment,” her raspy voice told him, making him smile wide and nod enthusiastically.

Before long we were on our way home, San and Mingi had split from our group to start heading to their own. It quieted down a little bit once they left, but I didn’t mind it. It was nice to just enjoy the atmosphere of the city at night.

Seonghwa gently grabbed my arm once we had reached our dock, a sad look on his face. “I wanted to apologize for the conversation earlier, y/n,” he said. “I just started talking about the things that are being done to Hongjoong and the danger he’s in and I didn’t even think about how you might feel about it.”

I smiled up at him and gave the hand on my arm a gentle squeeze. “There’s no need to apologize, you were just explaining the situation. San and Mingi have a right to know what’s happening anyway, they’re friends with Hongjoong as well. I feel a little better not being completely kept in the dark anyway.”

His shoulders slumped in relief and I gave him a quick pat on his shoulder before heading over to Wooyoung who had already shifted and was waiting for me in the water. He smiled up at me as I picked up his clothes and lowered myself in the water. He quickly wrapped his arms around me just as I saw a flash of silver scales out of the corner of my eye and then a splash and I knew Seonghwa had hopped in as well.

“I’ll see you two later. Y/n, thank you again for everything today. I’ll remember this forever,” Seonghwa told me. His eyes sparkling with joy as the events of today replayed in his mind.

I smiled at him, my heart warm with knowing he had a fun time despite everything else that also happened today. “It was a pleasure Seonghwa. I’ll bring you to the next show as well.”

“I better be coming too,” Wooyoung pouted.

“You’re coming whether you want to or not,” I told him with a playful grin.

We finished saying our goodbyes before diving beneath the waves. I tucked my head into Wooyoung’s chest just like always, but after a few moments I was feeling a little adventurous. I hesitantly lifted my head from his chest and looked around. I wanted to test how far along I was with the side effects of the bond.

I could see more than I thought I would. It wasn’t like seeing things above land, but I could make out the shapes of fish swimming around us even in the pitch black water. It was a little disorienting at first, like trying to make out shadows in a dark room after just waking up.

There was a loud rumble and I turned my head in time to see an absolutely massive shape swimming in the distance. The distance between us did nothing to hinder the sheer size of the being and I tucked my head in Wooyoung’s chest again, belatedly realizing that this was the monster living above our den.

Wooyoung chuckled when he felt me move. “Want to go say hi?”

I quickly shook my head no and he laughed again but didn’t push the matter. Soon enough our heads were surfacing in the den and I cleared my eyes of water. “Wooyoung?”

“Yes my mate?”

Ignoring the way my heart fluttered at the title I voiced a question that has been eating away at me. “Please don’t be upset with this question, I don’t mean any harm with it, but why does Maggiore just seem so bland compared to you and the rest of the current? And I’ve seen some of the current’s scales but why are their scales so vibrant and pretty and yours is black?”

Wooyoung burst into laughter at my questions, hugging me closer to his chest as his head tipped back. I blushed in embarrassment, suddenly feeling dumb for asking my questions.

“Well Maggiore is less pretty than me because I’m Wooyoung, your amazing mate, and she’s a selfish bitch,” Wooyoung said with a smug smirk. When he saw my less than amused expression he continued to explain. “Maggiore looks less pretty than us because she is a female. Female sirens aren’t as flashy or appealing as male sirens. It’s like beta fish or birds, it’s just our nature. She’s beautiful enough to lure humans and creatures in but compared to a male siren she comes off as boring. As for why my scales are black and less flashy than the rest of the current’s,” he explained, getting a mischievous look on his face, “ would you like a demonstration?”

I looked at him with confusion. “Demonstration? What do you mean?”

“I want to show you why my scales are black and why I might seem a little more dull to the rest of my brothers. We need to go underwater for me to show you,” he told me. “I’ll be holding onto you the whole time, I swear.”

I looked down at the dark water still around us, feeling my stomach drop a little. It wasn’t as bad as it usually is, but the fear was still there. I haven’t been in the water this deep for an extended period of time, and I almost backed out. I would’ve if it weren’t for the warm arms wrapped around my waist, promising me safety during this. Wooyoung had a comforting look in his eye as I looked back up at him, reassuring me without words. I took a calming breath and nodded, tightening my hold on his shoulders.

His answering smile was radiant before he readjusted his hold on me, holding my hands now as we lowered into the water. It was unnerving to be almost swimming freely. I focused on his warm hands holding my own and he smiled at me once we were submerged. He kept us close to the surface and it was enough to ease some of my nerves.

Wooyoung didn’t keep me waiting long for his demonstration, giving my hands a squeeze. He didn’t say anything, only giving me a knowing look and I scanned over his scales for any changes in them. It was such a subtle change that I would’ve missed it at first, but not for long. Small spots on his tail had begun to glow a myriad of blues and purples, lighting up the water around us. They traveled up the small patches of scales on his torso and my breath was taken away by his ethereal beauty. The colors shown like stars in the night sky against his scales and it now made perfect sense why his scales seemed duller than his brothers. His true beauty shone through like this.

I looked back up at him in wonder and my heart squeezed when I saw that the beauty mark beneath his eye and the one on his lip were also glowing. He was beaming proudly at my reaction, twisting a bit so his long tail could wrap around me. “You can touch it you know,” he told me with a playful wink and I rolled my eyes at him.

I didn’t deny myself the satisfaction and I gently brushed my hands over his scales, marveling at how smooth they were beneath my fingers. The lights disappeared as my hand passed over them before illuminating the water again. He truly was beautiful, breathtaking really.

“You can start taking notes for the future when you decide to make a dress inspired by me again. I’m sure it’ll be a huge hit,” he said with a smirk and I smiled despite myself. I lightly hit his shoulder before pulling him for a kiss, wrapping my arms around his shoulders to pull him closer. His arms and tail wrapped around me tighter in answer, and I could feel the way he purred under my palms. I smiled into the kiss, my heart light and warm despite the events of the day we’ve had.

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Half of the bed was cold when I awoke the next morning. It was enough to make me sit up and look around for Wooyoung, not hearing any noises of cooking coming from the kitchen. I had fallen asleep curled up in his arms again last night, needing his magic to get me to fall asleep. Has something happened concerning Maggiore?

Fear spiked inside of me at the thought and I was about to get out of bed when a loud thump nearly shook the entire den. It had me scurrying back into bed like a child scared of thunder. My first thought was that the monster living above us finally decided she was hungry for a snack and was trying to break in through the ceiling, but the following splash of water came from inside of the house. Panicked now, I glanced around for anything I could use as a weapon but came up empty handed. I was about to bolt for the bathroom as a last minute hiding spot when a large figure came through the doorway of the room.

I screamed in fright before the lights lit up and I saw it was none other than Wooyoung carrying a large trunk in his arms. He gave me a confused look. “Good morning to you as well. Did you forget that I’ve enchanted the den so only us two and the current can enter?” He reminded me with a cocky smirk before dropping the trunk on the floor with a loud crash. This is when I realized he was naked still and I gasped as I covered my eyes.

“Wooyoung! Why are you naked!?”

“I forgot to set clothes aside for when I came back, it’s no big deal.”

“Please put on clothes,” I groaned. I didn’t need to see him to picture the smug grin on his face.

“Fine fine,” he sighed and I heard a drawer open and then shut. I picked up the rustling of his clothes before he told me I could look. I peeked and only registered a flash of tanned skin before I was covering my eyes again. I felt my face begin to burn up.

“Wooyoung!”

His answering cackle resounded off of the stone walls. After a few moments I felt his presence move closer to me, and he gently pulled my hands away from my face. I glared up at his teasing face but was glad to see that he was fully clothed now. My eyes trailed over to the thing he carried in with him. “What is that?”

He nodded over to it, taking a seat on the bed. “Why don’t you go and see?”

I pouted at him but stood from the bed. “I swear if this is filled with something scary I will turn you into sushi.”

“Why do you think so low of me? I would never!” The mischievous look he gave me said otherwise.

I approached the trunk with caution now, my stomach twisting with nerves at what could potentially be hidden in here. I took a calming breath before lifting the lid. I flinched as it fully opened, prepared for something to jump out of me before my jaw hit the floor with what was actually inside.

“Wooyoung! I said I was only kidding about the gold!” It was obviously something he had found in a sunken ship but to know he had dragged this all the way back here was something I couldn’t comprehend. Even for him it must’ve been heavy.

When I turned back to look at him I had been expecting smugness but instead all I saw was genuine adoration staring back at me. My heart squeezed in my chest at the sight and I was quick to crawl into his lap and pull him into a tight hug. “Thank you so much, but I’m not really sure what I’m going to do with all of this gold?”

He chuckled before pulling away enough to look at me. His thumbs began to trace circles against my hips and it distracted me for a moment. “There isn’t much use for it up on the surface, but gold happens to be something sirens love to use for ornaments and clothing and other things, making it tradeable. There are different kinds of trinkets and clothing embellishments in the Socix market you’d be able to trade it for and you could use them in your designs. They’d certainly be eye-catching and something no one has seen before.”

Tears welled up in my eyes and I pulled him into a quick kiss, wrapping him in my arms once again. “Thank you so much Wooyoung.” My voice was thick with emotion and I was pleased that he didn’t comment on it. Instead he rubbed a hand up and down my back, a soft purr rumbling beneath my chest.

“I’m glad you like it. Once all of this stuff with Maggiore is over, I’ll take you to Socix. I don’t feel comfortable bringing you there right now. I hope you understand, my mate. By then you should be better suited for underwater life as well so we won’t have to worry about you drowning.”

I choked out a laugh at the morbid sense of humor, beaming at him. “I would love to see your home.” And I meant it. ༄

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#atz #jung wooyoung #ateez x reader #spooky’s fic #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung x y/n #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez wooyoung

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genderkoolaid · 1 year ago

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It's honestly really validating to read your thoughts on butch identity. I kept myself from fully accepting I might be a gay trans man for a long time because being a butch woman was so integral to my identity (I wept after finishing Stone Butch Blues. It was like being seen for the first time) and I hated that it felt like there was no way I could be both. So I was sort of performing trans man comphet and trying to convince myself I liked women just so I wouldn't lose that word. There's so much gender nuance to being butch that I feel like gets lost when we only focus on the sexuality aspect of it.

"There's so much gender nuance to being butch that I feel like gets lost when we only focus on the sexuality aspect of it." Yes!!!!!!

I came out very young (elementary school) as a lesbian, and cut my long hair to a pixie in the same year. And then shortly after began realizing was I was trans as well. I spent essentially my entire life being visibly queer and visibly queer-masculine a lot of the time. And this affected so much, because I latched onto "butch" extremely young and that became my model for my gender. I never shaved largely because, due to reading about butches, I felt that it was part of my path, even though I also knew it distanced me from others. My sense of masculinity and masculine fashion has always been deeply butch, regardless of my gender. Its such a deep and integral part of me and has been my whole life. I truly feel that I can't not be butch. I don't relate to a lot of "female socialization" both due to being autistic and being visibly queer; I always knew that, while being categorized as "girl," I was also never going to be a "real girl," and everyone knew that. Becoming a butch adult felt more natural than puberty.

Which is why its so annoying that people center butchness on sexuality, and specifically romantic-sexual attraction to femmes!!!! Because while I have, in fact, dated femmes (arguably I dated too many cis femme women who I felt I had to walk on ice around to avoid scaring them with my butch gender), like I said, my butchness is a natural part of me. Being queer is a part of being butch, but the way we talk about butchness makes me feel like people can only view it existing in relation to romance (and femmes). And obviously because of radfeminism, trans men & mascs' unique relationships with butchness have been largely ignored in any way besides "I used to be butch, but now I'm a Normal Straight Man!" & also the general erasure of transmasculinity in lesbian history. Lesbian spaces have always been a haven for trans people, because for a long time in the West, your options were generally "move to a new town and go completely stealth for as long as possible" or "find your local lesbians and be a dyke within a community." There's a reason "butch" has always held so much gender nuance. Radclyffe Hall, who wrote the famous lesbian book The Well of Loneliness, has been argued to have been transmasculine- but the idea that butches may truly call into question the gender binary causes too much anxiety, so we have to constantly re-affirm that butches are above all else women. I'm a firm believer that butch4butch relationships have long been a way for gay trans men to indulge their desire for men within the context of lesbian identity (because all the trans guys are fucking each other and always have been).

Anyways. yeah. let butches exist beyond our sexuality. Understand that "butch" carries so much color and cannot be reduced down to a simple binary concept.

(Also anon, if you haven't, you should read this article about transmasculine comphet wrt gayness).

#please read The Transgender Craze Seducing Our [Sons] btw its so good #m.#ask box

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mrs-stans · 4 months ago

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A Different Man dives into an absurdist exploration of identity

Sebastian Stan and Adam Pearson are unforgettable as friends and rivals in a beautifully bizarre take on what it means to be human.

By: Sarah Gorr

A Different Man dives into an absurdist exploration of identity

A Different Man is all about what it means to be seen, in all the best and worst ways. It’s what it means to avoid eye contact with the unhoused man on the subway and to gawk at anyone who looks remotely outside the norm. It’s the difference between simply being noticed and being intimately seen, the way only someone who actually understands you can.

Writer and director Aaron Schimberg looks for as many ways as possible to play with these ideas, fitting the seer and seen inside each other in a little matryoshka doll. But first and foremost, our gaze is on Edward.

Adam Pearson isn’t internationally known, but he’s known to rock a microphone. (Matt Infante/A24)

Edward (Sebastian Stan) is a struggling actor with a rare condition that covers his face with large, benign tumors. He’s quiet and reserved. His every movement reveals a discomfort even existing in the world, never mind taking part in it. So when he gets the chance to take an experimental new drug that can completely heal him, he does so without a thought. Reborn as his new, more handsome self, he finally gets what should be the part of a lifetime in a local play based on his life. That is until Oswald, a man with the same condition as Edward, steals the part. In the process, this new arrival reveals just how exactly Edward has actually transformed.

Sebastian Stan captures all the nuance and complexity of Edward as he stumbles through this journey in a manner that’s nothing short of impressive. Hidden behind Mike Marino’s brilliant prosthetics, Stab carries the weight of his performance in body language. The slump of his shoulders, the way his eyes apologetically flit to those around him as if apologizing for even existing. Post-procedure, Stan infuses the performance with Edward’s confusion, frustration, and even unbridled rage. Schimberg’s script is an actor’s dream, and Stan more than lives up to the part.

Renate Reinsve isn’t buying what Sebastian Stan is selling vis a vis a plaid couch. (Matt Infante/A24)

Meanwhile, Adam Pearson’s performance as Edward’s foil, Oswald, was clearly crafted with the actor in mind. It’s an incredible showcase for Pearson’s exuberance and energy. He steal every scene he’s in and gives Edward’s jealousy the perfect excuse to boil over. He embodies everything Edward is not: charming, confident, witty. Pearson’s Oswald is a man you not only want to know but are downright grateful to have in your life.

Together, Pearson and Stan depict a dynamic that is mesmerizing to watch. Does any of Schimberg’s script work half as well without them? Honestly, it’s impossible to imagine.

However, audiences shouldn’t take that as a slight against Schimberg. His script is an intensely rich text, less Beauty and the Beast, more The Scorpion and the Turtle. A Different Man questions not just what’s in a person’s nature but what benefits or inhibits the performance of identity. In art, what makes something feel real or true? What truths benefit a piece? Which hinder? What facets of ourselves we take as inherent truths are anything but?

Sebastian Stan is giving what if autumn was fashion.(Matt Infante/A24)

It’s a film in a constant push/pull with transformation vs. consistency. Permeating it all is a sense of bleakness that seems to radiate from Edward himself. It infects everything from Umberto Smerilli’s bold and moody score to the film’s very texture, with its high contrast, sharp shadows, and rich color. It all comes together as if to say Edward’s insecurities, anxieties, and sadness that can’t seem to disappear as quickly as his features transformed.

Schimberg’s depiction of Edward’s journey to something like a discovery of self is part tragic, fully comic, and delightfully absurd. It’s a distinct film, despite the comparisons to Coralie Fargeat’s The Substance that people are already forming, and more than worth the price of admission.

A Different Man gives face in limited theatres starting September 20 before opening wide on October 4.

#Sebastian Stan #Adam Pearson #Aaron Schimberg #Renate Reinsve #A Different Man #A24 #The Spool #mrs-stans

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Lifeline Pt 4

Bucky x Reader

Series

Summary: You have a past that you're running from and maybe Bucky can be the lifeline you had no idea you were searching for.

Word Count: 1,570

Warnings: Descriptions of domestic Violence, Self doubt, Angst

A/N: I wasn't expecting this scene to turn out so angsty but the characters run the show, I just type letters. Enjoy!

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You look up the length of the Tower building, the cold air stealing your breath. You’re not sure if this is a good idea anymore. You agreed to the meal in the book shop because Bucky was so cute asking and the smile afterwards was worth it. And you also wanted to see the family he has now.

But actually standing outside the Tower? Moments away from meeting the people that Bucky live with, that he considers friends and family? Coupled with the fact that you and Bucky clearly have something special? It’s enough to make you want to run away.

Bucky gives your hand a squeeze, pulling you gently into the building. He nods to the receptionist but doesn’t break his stride to the elevators. Pushing a button, Bucky glances to you with a warm smile, “you have nothing to worry about.”

You laugh, “is it that obvious?”

Bucky shrugs, “I mean, I would be nervous meeting a bunch of superheroes who are just as likely to hug you as they are to run background checks on you and grill you over dinner.”

“Wait, they’ve run a background check on me?”

Bucky squeezes your hand again, “I don’t know, I wouldn’t put it past some of them, like Nat and Tony but it’s fine.”

“Have you ever...?”

Even though you trailed off, Bucky understands what you’re asking, “no, I haven’t looked you up or asked anyone to. I figured I would get to know you the old-fashioned way.”

His comments make you smile, but your anxiety quickly steals that away from you, “it’s not the fact that they’re superheroes.”

Bucky frowns, “no? Then why are you so nervous?”

You roll your eyes playfully, “Mr. Clueless.”

You both chuckle as you continue, “because, they’re your friends, family. People that you’ve gone to hell and back with. They’re probably the most important people in your life.”

The elevator dings when Bucky says, “you’re important to me too.”

Bucky pulls you through the doors as a smile spreads across your face. You repeat his words in your mind as you get closer and closer to the voices down the hall. It helps to ease the racing in your chest.

“Steve, have you ever seen Bucky like this with anyone?”, you hear a female voice ask.

A man chuckles, “not like this, no.”

“If she had any sense she would run in the other direction.”

“Sam!”

“I was kidding mostly. He’s so grumpy all the time, I don’t know how she has any fun around him.”

“Maybe she’s just as grumpy.”

“Natasha!”

“Kidding!”

“Can we please just have a nice dinner with no bickering or arguing? Just this one time?”

Bucky steps into the room, your footsteps slightly behind, “I don’t think Sam or Nat can keep their big mouths shut long enough.”

All heads swivel to Bucky and you. Fighting the urge to fidget, you lift your gaze to meet theirs. Steve is the first to jump into action. He sticks his hand out to you, and you take it with a gentle shake, “it’s nice to finally meet you. Bucky has talked a lot about you.”

A small smile fights to the surface, “he has? Sounds like Bucky is the one with the big mouth.”

The silence only lasts a moment. A booming laugh falls from Bucky’s lips, head tipped back, eyes closed. The rest look shocked before joining Bucky in various rounds of laughter.

“Okay, definitely not grumpy.” Sam concludes.

Natasha smirks, “keep this one, Barnes. I like her.”

Bucky looks down to you, murmuring, “I plan to.”

And just like that you fit right into the dynamic like a glove. Steve loads the table up with different Chinese dishes. Sam puts the plates out, while Natasha sets up the cutlery. Bucky shows you to your seat and takes the one on your left, explaining why the others can’t make it tonight.

Once everyone takes their seats, the table descends into chaos as they all scramble to fill their plates with all their favourites. They fight over the portions and sharing the rice. They laugh when Sam spills sauce down his top, or when Steve eats something spicy. They chat about their days and things that need doing in their world all while joking and bickering.

And you watch it all with affection but slight envy. They include you, of course. They get your opinions on things they can’t agree on or ask questions to get to know you. You love every second of it and you envy how you missed out on this growing up. The easy nature of loving people. And being loved by them in return. Trusting them enough to know you and not destroy you.

When the food is mostly gone and the talking dies down, Natasha studies you holding a glass of wine to her chest. She asks, “so, how long are you planning on sticking around?”

Lips parted in surprise; you don’t answer right away.

Steve says her name in a warning tone and if looks could kill Bucky would have killed Natasha on the spot.

Through all this she continues to stare at you, waiting.

You clear your throat, “how much do you know?”

“Enough.”

Bucky leans forward, “Natasha, don’t.”

She levels her gaze on him, “how much do you know, Barnes? Do you know she’s married? Still? Do you know how she’s bounced around the country, not staying anywhere longer than two months?”

You notice the surprise on Sam and Steve’s face. Good to know they didn’t all go snooping.

Bucky shoots up from his chair, glaring at Natasha. Natasha puts her wine down and stands slowly. They look about ready to rip into each other.

“Do you know why?”, you ask.

“I saw the hospital records.”

In the corner of your eye, you can see Sam and Steve making the obvious connections. But you continue to look at Natasha, “so you understand?”

She sighs, “to a point. Look, I like you, I do. And it’s nice to see Bucky happy for a change. But if you take off, then it’s us that have to put the pieces back together.”

You get it. You really do. But you feel a fire spread out from your chest and into your limbs. Anger, like you’ve never felt before comes crashing to the surface like a stormy sea. Anger that no one is considering what any of this means for you. Anger that Bucky has all these people looking out for him and you have no one. You were a good wife. You were a good person and yet you’ve ended up with no one. And this only proves that point.

You shake your head, “none of you get it. If I stay after he finds me then I’m dead. None of you know him like I do. You can look up his history and see where he was born, who his parents are, his friends. See his military background and all the connections he’s made since. But you don’t know what his hatred looks like. You don’t know what his fist feels like when it connects with your jaw. You don’t know just how cold the floor is when you’ve been curled there for hours after he’s kicked you over and over, telling you to be better, to do better...If I stay, you’re asking me to give up.”

You stand from the table and make your way to the exit. Bucky tries to reach you as you pass him, but you dodge his grip. Pausing before leaving the room, you add, “and he always finds me.”

You don’t look back as you make your way to the elevator. You wonder why the world looks so blurry and unsteady when you feel the familiar trail of wetness roll down your cheek. You’re not cut out for this. For family life. Not anymore. It’s too hard, too terrifying. You’re not strong like them, you can’t stand and fight and no one can save you. They’ll only get hurt, either by Andrew or you when you leave.

Bucky calls your name, running down the hall to catch up to you before you get on the elevator. He spins you to face him, “she shouldn’t have said that-”

You hold your hand up, the fight leaving your body all at once, “I respect her for wanting to protect her family. Maybe I would do the same in her position, especially when it comes to you. I just need some space.”

You step on the elevator and press the button for the ground floor. Bucky holds the doors open, “I’ll give you the space. I’d give you anything you want if you asked. I’m heading out on a mission early morning, we just had the call, but...I get it. I really get it. How hard it is to let people in when all you’ve had is yourself. But you’re not alone anymore. At least, you don’t have to be.”

He steps back, “don’t let him take anymore from you.”

The elevator doors close. The image of Bucky looking sad and lost burned in your brain is one you can’t help comparing to the last time you looked at him when the elevator doors closed at your building. And you can’t help wondering if he would be better off without you. Either way, you know it’ll haunt your dreams tonight.

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loganwalkerz · 3 months ago

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Task force 141 poly :3

Captain Price isn't really a fatherly man like people would think. He was raised in a strict traditional manner by his father and, growing up, realised he did not want kids. He didn't know how to care for them emotionally, and clearly, his own father didn't either.

So when Soap makes a joke about price being the teams dad it wasn't shocking Price immediately tried to shut that idea down

"I'm your captain. Not your mate. Not your friend."

He tries to set that boundary down quickly, making sure everyone knows and understands.

But the two sergeants would side eye each other and shrug say

"Whatever you say, Captain."

In a almost mocking tone.

Like they knew Price better than himself. But they just needed to wait for Price to see it, they can't exactly force him too.

And deep down Price knows he cares for the team more than he can admit, constantly watching CCTV during his paper work hours knowing Soap tends to go on Anxiety Walks

Sending Gaz short messages as a way to check in, usually it's a simple emoji like "🤨" if Gaz seemed down.

Ghosts had another nightmare and he's sobbing and he's shaking. You'd think the cold luitenient would pull through himself but it takes captain Price gently talking Ghost through the panic attack and holding him close for Simon to be soothed.

Soap swears on rare occasions when the nightmares are real bad he's heard price humming a old fashioned lullaby whilst what soap could imagine holding Simon close. Seeing Simons face and even touching it.

Soap and Gaz both had a feeling price cared more than he could admit.

So when he begins feeling the need to comfort and hold Simon during rough times.

Or check in on Gaz because he could sense something wrong

Or picking up Soap from out of base because he needed a walk.

He doesn't exactly know how to feel or what to do

Price first instinct is to distance himself, not wanting to lead anyone on into a relationship that could end horribly because of how uneducated he is.

But Soap and Gaz are pushy. Simon? Trying to remove Ghost would be impossible

There's no price without his ghost, after all.

Price just has to work on it. Soap would suggest therapy if he wasn't made to clean the bathrooms for weeks straight for even thinking something is wrong with his captain

But Gaz is the one who suggest group therapy which Price is more inclined too, just for his men of course

Price doesn't need therapy but if Gaz wants group therapy why should Price deny? It's just for his boys of course, maybe he'll sit in for a session..or two..maybe three? Just to check in. They're his boys after all. HIS boys.

Damn..now he's attatched :[

#call of duty #cod mwii #cod mw3 #cod ghost #cod captain price #captian john price #johnny soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick

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songbirdseung · 11 months ago

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HAUNTED HOUSE / EN-

synopsis: think of that one en o'clock episode or that manifesto comeback video where they had to do puzzles to get out of the haunted building. the only difference would be you are the 8th member of enhypen and that you guys are actually in a haunted house.

HEESEUNG 이희승 ~

keeps everyone in check, keeping them away from harms way

doesn't joke around with ghost, man just wants to go home and play video games

but don't get me wrong, he'll also be screaming at every scary moment

Inside, the air was thick with dust and the faint scent of decay. Heeseung took charge immediately. With a flashlight in hand, he led the team through the dimly lit corridors, his senses on high alert.

As they ventured deeper into the house, strange noises echoed around them, sending shivers down their spines. Heeseung's grip tightened on the flashlight, his knuckles turning white with determination. He might not have believed in ghosts, but he wasn't about to take any chances.

Whenever a creak or groan sounded too close for comfort, Heeseung would swiftly usher his teammates away from potential dangers, his voice firm and reassuring. "Stay close, guys," he would say, his tone masking the nervousness that gnawed at him from within. "We need to stick together."

Despite his efforts to remain composed, Heeseung couldn't help but jump at every unexpected sound or shadow that crossed their path. His screams mingled with the chorus of his bandmates', filling the haunted halls with a cacophony of fear.

But amidst the chaos, Heeseung never wavered in his duty to keep everyone safe. He pushed aside his own anxieties, focusing solely on guiding his friends to safety. Deep down, all he wanted was to escape this nightmare and retreat to the comfort of his video games.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached the exit, breathless and exhilarated from their harrowing adventure. Heeseung let out a sigh of relief, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Let's get out of here," he said, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "I think I've had enough excitement for one night."

And as they stepped out into the cool night air, Heeseung couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within him. He may not have conquered his fear of ghosts, but he had proven himself to be a steadfast protector of his friends, even in the face of the unknown.

With that thought in mind, he couldn't wait to return home, where he could unwind with his beloved video games, far away from the horrors of the haunted house.

JAY 박종성 ~

would be scared but would prioritize you first.

just like how sang funny for sunoo in that one video, he'd distract you and keep you company

would yell out obnoxiously "do you know who i am?!" just to hide his fear

As the group ventured deeper into the haunted house, Jay found himself feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. His heart raced with every creak of the floorboards and every flicker of the dim lights. But above all, his priority was ensuring the safety and comfort of his companions, especially you.

Whenever he sensed your unease growing, Jay sprung into action, determined to distract you from the eerie atmosphere surrounding them. With his natural charm and quick wit, he launched into a barrage of jokes and silly antics, doing everything in his power to keep a smile on your face.

"Hey, hey, look over here!" Jay exclaimed, pointing to a dusty old painting on the wall. "Do you think that ghost has good fashion sense, or is it more of a 'ghost chic' kind of vibe?"

His exaggerated gestures and exaggerated expressions drew laughs from the group, effectively easing the tension that hung in the air. But beneath his playful facade, Jay couldn't shake the sense of fear that gnawed at him from within.

As they navigated through the labyrinthine corridors, Jay's antics grew more outlandish, his voice ringing out with exaggerated bravado. "Do you know who I am?!" he would yell, his tone purposely obnoxious. "I'm Jay from ENHYPEN, and ghosts have nothing on me!"

His theatrical performance served as a shield for his own fear, a way to deflect attention away from the unease that threatened to consume him. But through it all, his priority remained clear: ensuring your safety and well-being above all else.

And as the night wore on, with Jay's antics providing a welcome distraction from the haunted horrors that lurked around every corner, you couldn't help but feel grateful for his unwavering companionship and protection. In the midst of fear and uncertainty, Jay's laughter-filled antics served as a beacon of light, guiding you through the darkness and reminding you that, no matter what, you were never alone.

JAKE 심재윤 ~

babygirl of the group, unlike jay; jake will most likely use you as a shield

whining the whole time, yelling "kamjagiya!!" every minutes

but in a serious note, he'd help the most with tasks or getting out of the building

Jake's nerves were stretched to their limit. Unlike some of his more confident bandmates, Jake found himself clinging to you for dear life, using you as a shield against the unknown horrors that lurked in every shadow.

"yn, you gotta protect me," he whimpered, his voice trembling with fear as he pressed himself closer to you. With every creak of the floorboards and every distant moan, Jake's grip on your arm tightened, his wide eyes darting nervously around the dimly lit corridors.

At regular intervals, Jake would let out a piercing cry of "Kamjagiya!" that had become his default expression of fear. Each time the words escaped his lips, they echoed through the haunted halls, a testament to Jake's overwhelming sense of terror.

But despite his constant whining and occasional outbursts, Jake proved to be surprisingly helpful in navigating the treacherous terrain of the haunted house. When the group encountered locked doors or hidden passages, Jake was the first to spring into action, his determination to escape driving him forward.

With his strength and agility, Jake helped his companions overcome obstacles and evade potential dangers, his fear temporarily forgotten in the face of a greater challenge. And though his cries of "Kamjagiya!" never ceased, they served as a reminder of the bond that held the group together, even in the darkest of times.

As they finally reached the exit, breathless and exhilarated from their harrowing adventure, Jake let out a sigh of relief, his trembling hands still clutching yours tightly. "I never wanna do that again," he declared, his voice still shaking with residual fear.

SUNGHOON 박성훈 ~

would laugh at you if you scream, trip, or the like.

our nonchalant king, would act the most relaxed (even though he's dying inside)

probably joke around and scare you on purpose

Title: Sunghoon's Masterful Charade

Scenario:

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Sunghoon took it upon himself to lighten the mood. Whenever someone let out a scream or stumbled in the darkness, Sunghoon would burst into laughter, his amusement ringing through the haunted halls.

"Come on, guys, it's not that scary," he would say, his voice dripping with mock innocence as he feigned ignorance to the spine-chilling horrors that surrounded them. "You gotta toughen up!"

But despite his playful facade, Sunghoon couldn't deny the racing of his own heart or the knot of anxiety that coiled in the pit of his stomach. Every creak of the floorboards and every flicker of the dim lights sent a shiver down his spine, his bravado masking the fear that threatened to consume him from within.

In an effort to distract himself from his own mounting terror, Sunghoon would resort to playful antics, jumping out from behind corners or whispering ghostly tales into the ears of his unsuspecting companions. His laughter echoed through the haunted halls, a stark contrast to the oppressive silence that surrounded them.

But despite his best efforts to maintain his facade of nonchalance, Sunghoon couldn't shake the sense of unease that lingered just beneath the surface. With each passing moment, the weight of the darkness pressed down upon him, threatening to engulf him in its suffocating embrace.

SUNOO 김선우 ~

your partner in crime, you two would be making the most noise

glued to the hip, never letting one or the other out of each other's sight

but would be the first one to actually find a way to get out of there

"Did you hear that?!" Sunoo's voice would ring out, echoing through the haunted halls as he squeezed your hand tightly. "I swear, if one more thing jumps out at us, I'm outta here!"

Your laughter mingled with his, a cacophony of nervous energy that filled the air as you stumbled through the darkness together. With every unexpected noise or shadow, you would both jump in unison, your screams blending into a chorus of fear.

But despite the chaos that surrounded you, Sunoo remained your steadfast partner in crime, never straying far from your side. With his infectious energy and unwavering support, he helped to ease the tension that gripped your heart, his presence a source of comfort in the midst of the unknown.

"Stick with me, okay?" Sunoo would say, his voice filled with determination as he pulled you closer to him. "We'll get through this together, I promise."

And true to his word, Sunoo was the first to spring into action when a potential escape route presented itself. With a quick glance exchanged between you, he would nod decisively, leading the way as you followed closely behind.

As you finally emerged from the haunted house, breathless and exhilarated from your harrowing adventure, Sunoo let out a triumphant cheer, his infectious laughter ringing through the night air.

"We did it!" he exclaimed, his eyes shining with pride as he pulled you into a tight hug. "I told you we'd make it out of there in one piece!"

JUNGWON 양정원 ~

cutie is struggling to keep everyone together and in one place

one of the most helpful ones, trying to find a way out

would remind everyone that everything is going to be okay

Title: Jungwon's Guiding Light

Scenario:

As screams pierced the air and shadows danced along the walls, Jungwon's voice rang out, calm and reassuring. "Hey, guys, let's stick together," he would say, his words a soothing balm to the frayed nerves of his companions. "We'll find a way out of here, I promise."

With each passing moment, Jungwon's determination to keep his friends safe only grew stronger. He took charge, leading the group through the labyrinthine corridors with a steady hand and a guiding light, his unwavering resolve shining through the darkness.

Whenever someone stumbled or faltered, Jungwon was there to offer a helping hand, his gentle encouragement lifting their spirits and spurring them onward. "You're doing great," he would say, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity. "We're in this together."

Despite the overwhelming fear that threatened to consume them all, Jungwon remained a beacon of hope and optimism, his unwavering belief that everything would be okay serving as a guiding light in the darkest of times. And as they finally emerged from the haunted house, weary but triumphant, Jungwon's smile lit up the night sky, a testament to the strength of his spirit and the power of his unwavering faith.

"We made it," he said, his voice filled with pride as he wrapped his arms around his friends in a tight embrace. "I told you everything would be okay."

NI-KI 西村力 ~

is scared but won't show it

would tell you or insist you to do the dirty work first before he does it

lowkey enjoy the experience with everyone around

Whenever a task or challenge presented itself, Ni-ki would subtly nudge you forward, insisting that you take the lead before he followed suit. "You got this," he would say, his voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in his chest. "I'll be right behind you."

With each passing moment, Ni-ki's resolve only grew stronger. Though he may have been scared, he was determined to face his fears head-on, refusing to let them hold him back. He relished the thrill of the experience, finding solace in the camaraderie of his friends as they faced the unknown together.

As they encountered obstacles and challenges along the way, Ni-ki was quick to offer his assistance, his agile movements and quick thinking proving invaluable to the group's progress. Despite his initial reluctance to take the lead, he proved himself to be a capable and reliable teammate, always willing to lend a helping hand when needed.

In the midst of fear and uncertainty, Ni-ki found himself strangely enjoying the experience, reveling in the adrenaline rush that coursed through his veins with each new challenge they faced. And as they finally emerged from the haunted house, victorious and exhilarated from their harrowing adventure, Ni-ki couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within him.

"We did it," he said, his voice tinged with disbelief as he looked around at his companions. "I never would have made it through without you guys."

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen au #engene #enha #enhypen x reader #heeseung #jake #sunghoon #jungwon #jay #jonseong #jaeyun #niki #ni_ki

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nebulousbrainsoup · 2 years ago

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Hard hours, you say? 😈

I am usually not so bold with requests. And it's quite early. ㅋㅋㅋㅋ But they got me acting up with this comeback. Specifically, Mr. Song Mingi. Just so damn disrespectful. I can't even function. 🫨

Anywhoooo. Pretty please, may I request crossing paths with sharp shooter Mingi at a bar?

You're the best and I hope all goes smoothly with your health appointments. *hugs* 🫰🏿⛰️💜

no YOU'RE the best noona 🥺 💛 the health appointments are health appointmenting in true us healthcare fashion 🤪 but I just got the first scan scheduled so there's progress!! hugs 🫂 🫰🏼sorry this took forever, my body decided it needed more than 4 hours of sleep lmaO

ANYWAY mingi has also been wrecking the absolute HELL out of me too, and he knows what he's doing to us. all the outfits??? the energy his bringing??? and i've been having so so many thoughts about the body roll in the mv like. sir that was FOUL. got me thinkin about those hips 😵‍💫 plus the "You could be my doll" line in Dune????? hello????? let's add him to the EVOLVEverse crew, shall we?

lil bit of crack at the end sorry i HAD to

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smut & warnings below the cut, 18+ enjoy & minors don't touch :)

tags/warnings: fem!reader, outlaw!mingi, sharpshooter!mingi, ft. 2ho, pwp, no use of y/n, language as always, mild alcohol use, gun (singular), i know he's our soft boy but he's quite ominous, use of pet names (doll, baby, slut), slight dom!mingi, i'm on my big dick mingi agenda, semi-public sex (empty bar), oral (f!receiving), fingering, slight overstim, unprotected sex (crowd booing), lil bit of objectification & degradation, unedited

The first thing that caught your eye was whatever was spray painted over the WANTED posters outside; some amalgamation of an 'X' and a 'Z' covering the faces of Night City's infamous rebels. You scoffed, shaking your head softly. They'd be fixed in the morning, so why waste the paint?

The second thing that set you on edge was the music. Usually, on a Friday night, your favorite bar was packed to the brim with people, catching end of week drinks with coworkers, meeting with dates they'd never see again, or partying with friends. The music was barely audible inside on the slowest of weekends, much less outside the main doors. Anxiety roiled in your gut, but you continued on your path, cautiously pushing past them.

Only one man stood in the otherwise empty tavern, his eyes snapping up from the drink he was making to zero in on you, and your heart leapt into your throat. There was something dangerous about his gaze and that familiar silhouette, and you froze in place as your brain scrambled to piece the puzzle together. His lips twitched up in a smirk and, once he had put the finishing touches on his drink, he shifted to the side, revealing the WANTED poster hanging behind the bar and the rifle strapped to his back.

Fuck. You were so screwed. You took a step backward, ready to turn on your heel and bolt, forgetting you ever saw Song Mingi or knew the location of this little bar. He turned back to you, seemingly sensing your want to flee, and narrowed his eyes.

"I wouldn't," he muttered, and your feet rooted to the spot.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, you stared back at him, the silence stretching to an uncomfortable level, until you finally found your voice to break it.

"W-What did you do to them?"

He tilted his head. "To who?"

"The..." you trailed off motioning around the empty bar. "Everyone. There had to be people here."

He nodded, sipping his cocktail, completely unbothered. "There were." You blinked at him, annoyance building, and gestured for him to continue. He sighed, slinging the rifle off of his back and setting it on the bartop. "When you bring one of these into a packed place like this, folks tend to scatter."

"And you let them?" He nodded. "Aren't they going to call the cops on you or something?"

Mingi snorted a laugh, downing his drink before making his way around the bar to stand in front of you. "Do I look worried to you, doll?"

You swallowed thickly, shaking your head. "C-Can I go too, then?"

He took a step back, eyes raking over you, and you felt heat flush through your body. "You could always stay for a drink. That's what you came for, isn't it?" Despite your mind's protests, you nodded. "Then have a drink with me, and tell me what a pretty thing like you is doing frequenting a place like this."

---

This was wrong, so unbelievably wrong. You should have never come in here. But you had, and now here you were, the hand of a wanted criminal resting on your thigh as your eyes darting frantically between his own and his lips. Maybe you could blame your impressive lack of restraint on the adrenaline drop you were facing, or the fact that none of this really felt real, anyway. Whether he sensed or saw your internal struggle, you weren't sure, but Mingi's hand shifted off of your thigh, catching your chin between his fingers.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

You didn't know what came over you, but in an instant, you had tugged him in, slotting his lips against your own. He groaned lowly, tongue quickly swiping over your lower lip and slotting against your own as you let out a sigh. He stood from his stool and dragged you up with him, pressing your back against the bar so he could slot one of his thick thighs between your own. You whined, letting your head roll back, and once your lips parted, he let out a soft chuckle.

"Well, that's not what I was expecting, but I can't say I'm complaining."

Immediately, you wanted to wipe the proud grin off of his face, but before you could snap back at him, his lips were on yours once more.

---

Your moans echoed off of the vaulted ceilings, the music once again barely audible underneath them. Mingi was on his knees in front of you, his tongue working magic over your core and two of his thick fingers pumping in and out of you, the slick sounds adding to the symphony echoing around you. You tugged at his hair, the unending pleasure beginning to become too much as you neared your second climax, halfway between tugging him closer and pushing him away.

"M-Mingi," you whimpered, and he groaned against you, eyes blinking open slowly. "I can't, 's too quick, ha!" You jolted, grasping at the bar under you as he sucked at your clit again, another of his fingers prodding at your hole.

"One more for me, doll," he purred, slowing his pace to press inside of you. "Gotta make sure you can take my cock.

"'S too much, Mingi," you muttered halfheartedly, his name turning into a needy moan as his mouth returned to you, tongue soothing the sting of the stretch his fingers brought.

He allowed you a moment to adjust, his lips pressing a kiss to your clit and pulling a quiet sigh from you. This was a sight he could get used to, he thought, your blissed out face above him and your thighs tossed over his shoulders. His cock twitched in his too tight pants, and he groaned against you, the sensation sending your hips bucking toward him, and within moments he had picked back up his relentless pace.

---

The bliss when he finally pressed his thick cock into you was like nothing you'd ever experienced. Your lips were parted in a silent scream, only stilted, broken noises of pleasure leaving you. He chuckled quietly, the sound rumbling through his chest and felt through your back as he leaned over you, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck. The bar had proven slightly too high for even his tall stature, so he'd spun you around, bending you over a nearby table. Initially, you had protested, offering to brace yourself where you had already been standing if it meant getting his dick in you sooner, but as quickly as your thighs had begun shaking, you were glad he had taken the lead.

"S-So much," you gasped out, melting underneath him.

"Now you see why I needed to prep you so much? I don't like breaking my toys on the first use, baby." The whine that left you as he pressed in further, his words amplifying your pleasure, pulled another chuckle from him, and he ran a soothing hand over your spine. "Think about how full you're gonna feel here in a minute."

You squirmed, hips canting back toward his own, and the hand on your back shoved you into the table. "Mingi, need more. Need all of you."

"You sure you can take it, doll? You're only a little over halfway there."

You let out a frustrated groan and wiggled your hips again, twisting as well as you could to face him. "Yes, dammit. Split me open if you have to, just give me your cock."

He sneered, the hand on your back snapping up to your shoulder, clamping down to yank you back on his cock as he slammed his hips into your own. A scream ripped from your throat and you grasped at the edge of the table, your breath coming in ragged bursts and your vision going white for a moment. When it cleared again, he was running his thumb soothingly over the nape of your neck, shushing you quietly.

"See why I wanted you to be patient, baby? Hurts when you're not ready for it, huh?"

You groaned, body going lax against the table. "Hurts s' good, Min. Wanna... More," you babbled, eyes slipping shut. "Ruin me."

He clicked his tongue, smile audible. "Cock drunk for me already, huh? What a good little slut. Take what I give you nicely then, okay?"

You nodded eagerly, and at your confirmation, he set into a brutal pace. You clawed at the table frantically for anything to ground yourself against as he bent over you, lips pressed to your ear. Every grunt and growl had shivers lighting down your spine, your walls fluttering around him as heat coiled in your gut.

He had brought you to two climaxes already, watched you beg and moan for him, and from the moment he was sheathed in your tight heat, Mingi knew he wouldn't last long. He told you as much when he braced himself over you, breathing the words into your ear as he nipped at the lobe. You whimpered, shifting under him to reach for your swollen clit and letting him drape one of your knees over his arm for better access. The shift in angle had you crying out as his cockhead began to drag over your sweet spot, your pleasure amplifying tenfold.

He had no warning before you were clamping down on him hard, your orgasm triggering his own, his hips stilling with how tightly your walls gripped him. A broken groan fell from his lips as your cunt milked him for all he was worth, your own whimpers melding with it, body going limp and eyes sliding shut. When you both came back into your bodies, he pressed a soft kiss to your temple and slowly pulled out of you. You bit back a pitiful noise at the loss of his warmth, slowly propping yourself up on your forearms as he reached for something to clean you both with.

For the second time that night, your heart jumped into your throat as your eyes fell on the two men standing by the doors, still rattling shut behind them. Just beyond it, you could see the familiar outline of a car, its roof topped with a light bar. The taller of them had an unimpressed look focused on your companion, while the shorter of the two was staring, wide-eyed, at you spread out on the table, his ears flushing and eyes turning to the floor the moment you caught him looking. Scrambling to put yourself back together, you opened your mouth to speak, but the taller one beat you to it, clearing his throat. Mingi spun, eyes wide for a moment as he took in the two cops, before he broke out into a grin.

"Perfect timing. Yunho, Jongho, this is... Shit, what did you say your name was?"

Your eyes went wide as the two newcomers groaned, rolling their eyes heartily. "Seriously? You're the worst," the younger one sighed, pushing the doors open and making his way back out to the car. Shaking his head, the other one quickly followed.

"See? No need to worry about the cops."

You blinked, glancing rapidly between Mingi and the door. "What the fuck?"

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