#they remind me of the good in the world every day

[lizziesangel]

can you do one of high maintenance!reader being in sephora with rafe, and shes buying a looot of stuff and rafe its just "😧" with many things she 'needs'

ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʀɪᴘ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴘʜᴏʀᴀ

the sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, casting the apartment in a warm golden glow when you walked through the door, your face lit up with excitement.

“baby!” you called out, dropping your purse on the counter and hurrying into the living room where he was sprawled on the couch, scrolling through his phone.

he glanced up, immediately sitting straighter when he saw the grin on your face. “what’s got you all excited?”

you wiggled your fingers in front of his face, showing off your fresh set of nails. they were a soft almond shape, painted a sheer pink with delicate silver accents.

“look at these! aren’t they so pretty?” you gushed, turning your hands this way and that under the light.

rafe reached out, gently taking your hand to inspect them closer. “damn, those are way better,” he said, running his thumb over the smooth finish.

“they’re so perfect,” you continued, practically bouncing on the balls of your feet. “i think this might be my favorite set ever. and she even used this new top coat that makes them feel extra sturdy.”

he chuckled, shaking his head as he released your hand. “so that’s where my money went this week.”

“your money looks good on me,” you teased, holding your hand up to admire the shine again.

rafe leaned back on the couch, smirking as he watched you. “i mean, you’re not wrong. and if it makes you this happy, it’s worth every cent.”

“exactly!” you said, flopping down next to him and resting your head on his shoulder.

you stayed like that for a few minutes, your freshly done nails lightly drumming against his chest as you relaxed.

then, you sat up suddenly. “we need to go to the mall.”

rafe blinked at you, confused. “the mall? we were just there, like, three days ago.”

“yeah,” you said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “but my skincare’s almost empty, and i can’t risk running out. you know how important it is.”

he stared at you for a moment, his lips twitching like he was trying not to laugh. finally, he shook his head with a fond sigh. “all right, let’s go, princess.”

you beamed, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “you’re the best.”

“yeah, yeah,” he said, grabbing his keys. “just don’t make me carry all the bags this time.”

“no promises,” you teased, grabbing your purse as you practically skipped out the door.

rafe followed, watching you with a mixture of exasperation and amusement, though he couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at his lips.

the bright lights of sephora illuminated shelves upon shelves of colorful products, from rows of lipsticks to aisles dedicated to serums and creams. you were in your element, basket in hand, flitting between displays with an excitement that made rafe both amused and slightly overwhelmed.

“this one is amazing,” you said, holding up a jar of moisturizer. “and this toner? total game changer.”

rafe trailed behind you, hands shoved in his pockets, his expression hovering between awe and disbelief. his eyes darted to the basket you were carrying—it was already full of little black-and-white bags, jars, and bottles.

“how do you even keep track of all this?” he asked, leaning down to inspect one of the products you’d tossed in. “what even is this?”

“it’s a clarifying mask,” you explained patiently, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “i’ve been wanting to try it for months.”

he raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything, silently reminding himself of the promise he’d made weeks ago: he’d cover anything that made you happy—especially when it came to your skincare and beauty stuff.

still, as you added yet another serum to the basket, he couldn’t help but mutter, “you’re not restocking the bathroom. you’re restocking an entire store.”

you turned to him with a laugh, balancing the basket on your hip. “i need this stuff, rafe. and i swear, i’ll pay for half. like i said last time.”

“yeah, you’re not,” he said firmly, his voice cutting through the noise of the bustling store.

you blinked at him. “but i—”

“i said i’d pay for this stuff, and i meant it,” he interrupted, reaching for the basket. “give me that before you break your arm carrying it.”

with an exasperated sigh, you handed it over, though the small smile on your lips gave you away. “you’re ridiculous.”

“and you’re very high maintenance,” he teased, smirking as he followed you to another aisle. “but here we are.”

when you finally made your way to the register, the cashier’s eyes widened slightly at the sheer volume of products you’d managed to pile up. rafe barely blinked as he handed over his card, his confidence only faltering slightly when the total appeared on the screen.

you leaned against his arm, glancing up at him with a soft smile. “thank you, baby,” you said quietly, your voice laced with genuine gratitude.

he glanced down at you, his lips tugging into a lopsided grin. “don’t mention it, princess.”

as the cashier handed over the sleek black bag filled with your new treasures, rafe grabbed it with ease, his other hand wrapping around your waist.

“next time,” you said as you left the store, “i really will pay for half.”

rafe let out a low laugh, shaking his head. “sure, princess. whatever you say.”

you narrowed your eyes at him playfully but leaned into his side as you walked through the mall. you might’ve been high maintenance, but he wouldn’t change a single thing about you.

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my username actually dates back to 2021, I believe ? I was looking for a new username to replace my old one so I just filed through a list of my favourite songs with different variations, pitched them to my mutuals back on The Site of Old (rip quotev) and this is the one they all voted for !! and I'm ecstatic that it was this one that stuck for good

it's straight up the title of my favourite dua lipa song, love again, and honestly ? the more I think on it, the more perfect it feels to acknowledge the phrase every single day

for those who aren't aware, love again's entire message is around finding hope in a dark place. it's about persisting through hardships and believing you'll find love again (for the world, yourself, others - that dealio)

this song struck so deeply with me back when this album released and it still hits to this day, 5 years later. it's what I needed to hear - raw and honest words - as a troubled teen. 2020 was some rough shit, but this song carried me. and it still does as a troubled adult lol. it's a reminder that when things seem dark, there's always a light. it keeps me hanging on, no matter how tough life gets

this song and therefore my username, is a reminder to me and everyone that we can all love again, and again, and again. although we may suffer, although there is fear - there is still hope and love and we should embrace it the way it embraces us

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For my name it was a nickname I was giving back in middleschool! One of our teacher had a system where we worked with 'wifi' eachtime we talked in class we lost a bar of the "wifi" (was a weird joke and we never held count on that) All the kids usually joked if they needed 'wifi' , they would borrow mine if they wanted to talk more. (I was incredibly shy in middle school, I only talked to like 3 people at school;^;)

They called me Ms. Wifi because of that. I just thought it would be funny if I put 'miss' instead of 'ms' because of my terrible actual wifi connection I have at home lol.

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Another Drop

young!Silco x AFAB!Reader; Word count: 1706 Words; Rating 18+ MDNI AO3

It’s early days in the Zaunite’s smuggling empire, and you’ve tagged along for a deal.

Deeply, deeply inspired by the young!silco concepts.

Contains: Public Sex, dom!silco, smoking, rough sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, exhibitionism/voyeurism, gun play (if you squint?? The FMC is never threatened with it).

Another drop.

Silco and I sat in the alley, waiting for Vander to finish the sale inside, which was pretty fucking novel, if I’m honest. I rarely joined runs, and Vander playing the businessman was even rarer. Unfortunate for us all, the fucker we were selling to happened to hate Silco—Shocker, I know—though clearly not enough to avoid our business entirely. I was reminded of why as I watched the man before me fish a cigarette out of his pocket. The little pill.

“You shouldn’t do that,” I narrowed my eyes at him. He froze, hand cupping the air as he cocked his brow.

I shot a leading glance to the crate he was seated on. He knew full well what manner of shit was stuffed within. One wrong ember…

“Life’s short,” he shrugged, fixing me with a wicked grin as the lighter sparked to life.

I scoffed, shaking my head as I watched him take a languorous drag. His head tipped back, eyes fluttering closed as he exhaled, fighting the tug at the corners of his mouth. Show off.

He held it up, level with his eyes, perched carefully between his fingers, “it was worth the effort.”

Right. He’s insisted on that foolish fucking run for a crate of these the week prior. I let out another exasperated laugh. “You’re an idiot.”

His answering snicker was low and treacherous, “unfortunate for us, seeing as I’m the brains of this little operation.”

“We’re doomed,” I held my hand aloft, “give me a hit.”

“You don’t smoke.”

I cast a quick glance over my shoulder, rolling my eyes, “life’s short, isn’t it?”

I heard the crunch of boots on gravel as he hopped down from the crate, a saunter in his step. As always. I keep my eyes forward, smirking towards the alley entrance as he approached.

“Close your eyes.”

My breath hitched; that I didn’t expect. Still, I wasn’t one for giving him what we wanted. Not easily, at least.

I glared his way instead, “we’re working.”

“Oh, I’m well aware,” his eyes sparked as he closed the remaining distance, dashing the ashes with a dramatic flick.

I stared back, eyes narrowed.

“Let me give you what you want,” his eyes landed on my mouth as he drawled.

Fine. I’ll bite.

My world went dark, save for the remnants of that Zaun green that made its way into every crack and crevice of our city, stamped to the back of my eyelids. A constant reminder of where, and who, we were. Another crunch of gravel alerted me to his movement, followed by the warmth of his body, inches from my own.

“Head back,” he murmurs, “just a little.”

I hesitated. His laugh was rumbling, amused. My fingers gripped at the crate beneath me as I felt his fingers on my chin, tilting my back. I let him guide me.

The warmth of the cigarette hovered over my cheek, setting my nerves alight, followed by his lips ghosting over mine. His fingers pull at my lower lip, an instant little tug. Them smoke, warm and acrid and intoxicating, streamed from his lips into my mouth. I took in all the air he was willing to offer, greedy fingers threatening to make their way into his hair. My lungs burned as he retreated, just barely.

My eyes fluttered open, and I swallowed back the urge to cough.

“Good?” His mouth quirked up, eyes dark, roaming down my body.

Divine. But he didn’t need to know that.

I nodded.

“More?”

My own eyes betrayed me—fixed on that little scar on his upper lip. Another nod.

“Good girl,” he purred, shifting closer. His eyes burned into mine as dropped the cigarette to the ground, stamping it out. “Too bad.”

My legs parted automatically, making a space he eagerly filled. “Silco,” I warned, my words cut off in a gasp as his fingers tangled in my hair with a sharp tug.

His lips brushed from my ear to my jaw as he murmured, “Corvin’s a haggler. That wordy little shit will keep Vander busy for time enough.”

He punctuated his sentence with another tug, muffling my sharp cry with his lips. My hands found the lapel of his jacket, tugging him closer as he rolled his hips against me.

He was all tongue and teeth as he pressed me against the crate, mouth trailing down my neck. Fingers dipped beneath my collar, shifting the material to expose more skin.

He smelled of cedar, smoke, and sin.

Another treacherous whine escaped my lips and he let out one of his trademarked wicked, rumbling laughs. He held my hips against him, pressing against the divots with enough force to bruise. I try to buck out of his grip, desperate for more.

His hand found its way to the front of my pants, sliding beneath the waistband with practiced ease. I let out a ragged gasp as he found my core.

“Silco,” I gasp.

He smirk, “shh, I’m working.”

“Fucker,” I said between gasps.

He laughed, “yes, you know I think you’re right.”

He brought his fingers up, glistening with my slick, to pop them into his mouth. I pant as I watch.

“Open,” he instructed, pressed my lips apart and slid those very same fingers inside, they’re firm against my tongue.

He purred, “you always taste so good.”

With another sharp tug I was pulled of the crate entirely, feet hitting the ground. My legs unsteady as he turned me around, bending me over the crates until I felt wood kiss my cheek.

“You want more?” He teased, pressing himself against me. My back arched automatically, grinding my ass against the unmistakable hardness pressed against me.

“Please, Sil,” I whispered. “‘S not enough time.”

One hand tugged my pants down my thigh, his other hand at the small of my back, holding me in place. His cock, hard and teasing, slid between my folds.

I let out a cry as he buried himself inside me – the stretch making my head spin. I relished it.

“Sweetheart,” he shushed me, fingers sliding over my mouth as he pulled me up.

He wasn’t soft. No, he fucked me viscously. Bottomed out with each thrust, pressed against me until the wood bit the skin of my hips. Each snap sending indecent sounds ricocheting through the alley. Fire began to pool low in my core.

He mouthed at my ear, whispering while he fucked into me, “always so good for me.”

I whine, back arching against him.

He started to ramble, as he always did when he was close. Voice rough, gravely, “gods. When we get back, fuck, I’m going to take my time with you. Fuck you until you forget everything but my name—“

There’s a noise at the end of the alley, a crunch of gravel that freezed my blood over. Followed with the click of a gun. I whip my head in its direction, blinking past the haze.

A man stood frozen at the mouth of the alley, equal parts afraid and intrigued. Some poor idiot who stumbled down the wrong alley.

I pant against Silco’s hand, his other held the gun aloft—towards the stranger.

No one moves for a moment. Silco is the first to break, thrusting into me. He lets me fall forward, and my eyes snap closed with a needy moan.

“Hear that?” He sneered at the stranger, voice a low growl, “she’s occupied. Find another alley.”

I turn my head, wood scratching against the skin of my cheek. “Piss off,” I grit out at the stranger, eyes sliding closed one more.

And he must have listened—I hear the clatter of the gun against the crate, feel Silco double forward, chest pressed to my back. His teeth sink int my shoulder with growl, hips snapping against mine at a renewed pace.

His breath peppered my skin as he husked, “such a perfect little cunt.”

My legs shook, “Silco I’m—I need to—“

“Not yet,” he hissed, though his fingers found their way to my clit.

I blinked back tears as I whined, “I can’t—“

“Wait,” he barked, voice growing huskier.

I clawed at the crate, the wood collecting beneath my nails.

“Do you know? How. Fucking. Hard. It is?” he grit out, each word punctuated with a hard thrust, “to pretend I’m not thinking of your perfect fucking cunt every moment we work together.”

I moaned, babbling incessantly—his name, pleas, apologies, anything. Whatever would let him stop fucking torturing me.

“You were made for me,” he panted, grinding his fingers against me, “you understand?”

“Yes,” I cried out, “only you. Silco, please—“

“Good girl,” he gasped, thrusts growing uneven and breath growing ragged, “come for me, darling.”

I fell apart at his command, vision going blurry at the edges, each grind of his hips sending me further past the edge. Gods. Fuck. He let out a low groan, hips stuttering as he growled my name. He rocked against me until my legs ceased their quaking and my moans quieted. Until the world around us started to resume. Back to reality. He pressed a kiss to my cheek as he slid out, murmuring, “divine.”

I panted, propping myself up to turn around. I needed to face him, as the cold chill of the undercity air suddenly sinked into my skin.

He knew. He received me with open arms, pulled me into a deep kiss, and fingers finally, finally found their way into his soft hair. Long hair freshly fallen free from its usual bindings, dusting against his neck. He smiled against my mouth as he pulled back, blue eyes warm and full of light.

“Sap,” I laughed, batting at his chest.

He pressed a soft kiss to my neck with a quiet hum.

The door to the building cracked open, revealing Vander who quickly cycles from surprise, confusion, to an all too knowing smirk.

One last word to Corvin and we were on our way. Silco looped a lazy arm around my shoulder, a freshly-lit cigarette perched between his fingers as we walked. Vander kept quiet until we had a few blocks distance, looking down at his partner to tease, “On the merchandise? Animals.”

[atlabeth]

I desperately need you to give me some jealous nikolai lanstov I'm not even jokinh

my love mine all mine

lowkey continuation of bad luck and im with you; can be read standalone though!

pairing: nikolai lantsov x fem reader

summary: after your return to ravka, nikolai's resolve is tested at a ball.

a/n: i have saved this ask since september because i knew one day i would get around to it. i love nikolai lantsov and i dont write jealous fics often so here we go!! this is technically a continuation of bad luck and im with you but you can read it separately. i keep going back to these two for some reason lmao?? idk. theyre childhood friends to lovers with so much strife in between and that's so special to me lmao. but yah enjoy i MISSED WRITING FOR HIM<3

wc: 2.8k

warning(s): nikolai is a lil jealous obviously! small bit of angst, mostly fluff, lil steamy at the end.

Nikolai feels his lip curling, feels his hand tighten on his glass. 

This is a party. A ball, more specifically, but a celebration nonetheless. He should be smiling, mingling, talking up some baron or duke in the name of Ravka’s economy. He is a prince, after all—a bastard, second son of a prince that plans to take the throne at that—and he’s just returned from years at sea. It is in his best interest to do what he does best and talk as much as possible. If anything, he should be arm in arm with the Sun Summoner to boost both their positions. 

But all he can do is stare at you. 

You’re the embodiment of grace. Your practiced smile looks wholly genuine no matter how long you have to keep it up. Your laugh seems to make others smile without even realizing, ringing out clear like church bells. It’s a sound Nikolai knows he would worship to the end of his days, at least. 

You stand in the midst of noblemen and Nikolai only recognizes one—Artem Aslanov, a son of nobles that the two of you spent much of your youth with. He wonders if you remember each other as well. He certainly seems to, the way he stands just a bit too close to you, the way he’s absolutely eager for your attention. Nikolai holds back a scoff. 

The others are likely from various other Ravkan settlements, though one has to be Kaelish, with his almost offensively ginger hair. 

Not that any of it matters, though. Not one of them can tear their eyes away from you as you talk, magnetic with both your words and inherent charm, and they drink up every bit of your presence. 

Something stirs inside Nikolai at the sight. Logically, he knows he has little to worry about—he knows this is your duty as much as it is his, and you care little for any man’s affections but his. 

But Saints, his heart does not want to listen to silly things such as logic. In this moment, Nikolai is reminded of the truth at its barest—you’re a noblewoman of good breeding, quite extravagant wealth, and considerable beauty. Your years at sea have caused you to develop a quick wit and sharp tongue, and it only serves to make you more appealing.

Your flashy return to Ravka has made you perhaps the most desirable lady at court, and Nikolai is forced to realize he no longer has you all to himself anymore. 

Nikolai has planned to come back and take the Lantsov throne for years now, but he can’t help but long for those days again. Teaching you all the ins and outs of the Volkvolny, how to do every sailor’s knot he knows, showing you the misty mountains of the Wandering Isle and the rolling fields of Novyi Zem and the wonderful world outside of Ravka’s courtly constraints. 

Taking over the ships of slavers and clashing blades with drüskelle and watching a thousand sunrises and sunsets together, unbound by anything but tangled up in every part of each other. 

It was almost laughable. You were worried of Nikolai charming others upon your return, and yet here he was, unable to look away from you for even the slightest second because he was jealous of some noble son.

“Your Highness, are you alright?” 

Nikolai turns back to the conversation he is meant to be paying attention to, already offering a smile that he hopes will make up for his utter lack of focus. Of course, he doesn’t really care what this Kerch merchant thinks of him, and Nikolai’s word will probably mean little to his parents at the moment. They’re still quite angry at him for all his Sturmhondish escapades. This man, whose name he has already forgotten, doesn’t seem to know he’s wasting his time. 

“Of course I am,” he says, and he pats him on the shoulder. He means to say more, but then he catches a glance of Artem pulling you to the side, his hand lingering on your waist much too close for comfort. He’s surprised he doesn’t break his glass with how his fingers clench around it even tighter.  

“Then I would be honored for you to consider my—” 

“I apologize, Jansen.” Nikolai ignores the look on his face at both his interruption and being called the wrong name as he drops his hand. “It’s been wonderful chatting with you, but I’m afraid I must take my leave.” 

Nikolai departs before he can get another word out. He’s sure he’ll get an earful later for his ‘disrespect’ but again, he really could not care less. 

He expects to have to weave his way through the crowd, but a path parts for him wherever he moves. Benefits to being a Lantsov prince rather than another privateer on the sea, he supposes. He feels a number of eyes on him as he walks, but he’s focused on one thing and one thing only. 

Artem seems to be as well, seeing as he doesn’t even look up while he continues talking to you. Nikolai doesn’t blame him for being enraptured, but he does wonder what he thinks that boorish smile will do to you. 

Nikolai exclaims your name as he comes up next to you, sliding his arm around your waist like he’s done a thousand times before and claiming his place at your side. “I’ve been looking for you, milaya. You’ve been awfully popular tonight.”

Your gleaming gaze turns to him and Nikolai feels like he can melt. It doesn’t matter how many times you look at him—not even Alina can muster up something to rival your brightness. 

“Nikolai!” 

Again, the way you say his name makes him weak at the knees. The poshness of your Ravkan faded while you were at sea around common sailors and vagrants, and though he can tell you’re trying your best to hide it in the name of courtly etiquette, it still bleeds through. He adores your accent, how it shows the woman you’ve become rather than the girl you ran away from. 

“I’ve been looking for you,” you counter as you lean into him. You’ve applied some fanciful perfume, and it’s intoxicating. He has to stop himself from inhaling deeply—he has little shame when it comes to you, but he’s got to have some poise. “You’re the belle of the ball, Mister Prince.” 

“And you’re the apple of everyone’s eye, lapushka,” he says. “Especially mine.” 

Your heartbeat has been steadily increasing ever since he slotted himself at your side, and he can feel it speed even more with his words. It makes Nikolai smile without even fully realizing it. 

He feels Artem’s gaze on him all the while, and Nikolai chooses to ignore it until now. He looks up, making sure his eyes widen cartoonishly and his smile deepens with the same caliber. “Aslanov! I’m so sorry, I didn’t even notice you!” 

“Your Highness,” he says, polite but terse as he bows his head. “It’s good to see you—it has truly been too long.” 

“Oh, no need for titles,” Nikolai admonishes. “We’re all friends here, are we not?”

He puts particular emphasis on that word, and Artem shifts ever so slightly under Nikolai’s gaze. So he makes him nervous—good. 

“We are,” he agrees, and he looks back at you. “We were merely catching up—it has been years since I last had the good fortune to be in your presence.” Artem smiles at you once again, far more genuine than anything he’s given Nikolai. “Of course, I look forward to hearing about everything you learned at university.” 

“I’ve certainly learned a lot,” you say. Very tongue-in-cheek—you don’t even try to hide it. 

Of course. The cover story for Nikolai’s being away from court was his apprenticeships, culminating in his studies at the University of Ketterdam—it would be a shame of the highest order for your parents to admit you ran away to avoid the marriage they’d planned for you, and even more so to admit it had gotten their daughter kidnapped by slavers, so they simply said you joined him there. 

Advancing your studies for a better view, they’d spouted. We want our heir to be well-educated on all matters of the world. Nikolai knows you learned more on the seas by his side than you would have in a classroom staring at endless amounts of books. He only regrets he can’t shout how amazing you’ve been for the past few years from the rooftops. 

“Perhaps we could discuss it privately some time.” Nikolai will give it to him; his smile is a bit more charming this time. He still wants to punch it off him. “You know, my family has only refined our winemaking over the years—we’d have a wonderful time with a bottle of our finest red—”

“Unfortunately, it will have to wait,” Nikolai cuts in before you can respond. He can’t help it—he’s raring to have you to himself, and he doesn’t know how much more he can take of Artem’s flirting. “My parents are eager to speak to you, darling. We’ll see you around, Aslanov.” 

He pulls you away, once again feeling Artem’s eyes on the two of you. He purposefully pulls you closer against him—your warmth against him does wonders to quell the spike of jealousy in his chest.

“You really are impossible,” you say wryly, but you make no move to part from his side as he leads you through the crowd. 

“I’m just making sure he understands the situation,” Nikolai says innocently. 

“We were just talking,” you say. “You know, it has been years.”

“You were,” he agrees. “But our friend here was very interested in trying to be more. Couldn’t you tell?”

You laugh and you place your hand on his chest. “Nikolai Lantsov, are you jealous?”

“He was talking about his family’s vineyard.” He smiles back at you in turn. He can’t help the bit of bravado that trickles in. “For me to be jealous, I’d have to think he had a chance.”

“Saints, you are!” you exclaim. You stop, halting him in turn, and you grin at him with a twinkle in your eye. Again, he smiles subconsciously just at the sight of it. “Nikolai, I cannot believe you!” 

“How?” he asks, cocking his head boyishly. “Have you caught a glimpse of yourself tonight?”

“I’ve looked at myself in the reflection of every glass,” you say dryly. “After all the time spent in sea-faring clothes, it’s very strange to be back in gowns.”

“Then you should know how absolutely stunning you are,” he says. “Breathtaking, showstopping, the very image of perfection…” Nikolai runs his finger over the embroidery on one of your off-the-shoulder sleeves. The rest of his hand lingers on your bare skin, and he longs to remove the barrier his gloves have created. 

“And yet it still doesn’t beat how you look in a privateer’s garb,” Nikolai says. 

He places his hand over yours and brings it up from his chest. He entangles your fingers and uses the grasp to pull you even closer to him, your chests nearly touching. The warmth of your body tempts him to go even further, but he holds back. 

“Really?” you ask. “This gown cost more vlachkas than anyone deserves, took the labor of a small army to create, and weighs as much as you do, and you like me more in that dingy jacket with pants that smell like gunpowder?” 

“Oh, yes,” Nikolai nods. “They don’t just smell like gunpowder—they make your rear look very appealing.” 

You laugh louder than you should and it draws eyes in your direction. You don’t pay them any mind, gaze still locked on Nikolai, as you hit him on the chest. 

“You still have the mind of a sailor, I see,” you drawl. “But I must admit I also miss it. The simplicity, if anything.” 

“Just because I didn’t keep a king’s mantle on deck doesn’t mean I wasn’t outfitted in the same gaudy way,” Nikolai says. “A Lantsov must always be prepared, you know.” 

“Well, I used to hate that blue frock of yours, especially when we first reunited,” you muse. You extract your hand and trail your fingers down his current coat—he shivers at your touch even through the material. “Now I think I prefer it over anything else in your wardrobe.”

He frowns. “You hated my coat?” 

“I hated a lot of things at the time,” you say wryly. Your hand finds its way back to his and you intertwine them together again. “Besides, it’s grown on me.” 

Nikolai chuckles, and the two of you fall silent when you shift and rest your head on his shoulder. You’ve managed to find your way to the edge of the ballroom, and it gives you a little more privacy. You stand together, watching as everyone mingles, half bearing a fake smile and the other half lying through their teeth. He didn’t think the Ravkan court would like to think they had more in common with his lying, cheating, stealing crew than they thought.  

“So,” Nikolai says, finally breaking the silence, “is being back everything you’ve imagined?”

You huff. “Hardly. Everything is so… restrained.” 

He hums in acknowledgement. “Speaking of restrained, have your parents gotten over their fit yet?” 

Your laugh is sharper this time. “Once again, hardly. You’d think I murdered the queen the way they’re treating me.” 

Nikolai expected that, to be honest. He insisted on being by your side in the initial reunion and they didn’t dare act out of turn in front of royalty, but you said the moment you returned to your palace apartment with them, they yelled at you loud enough to be heard in Novyi Zem. 

“They should be thankful,” Nikolai scoffs. “It’s like they don’t even care what nearly happened to you because of their haste to marry you off.” 

“I don’t even like to think about it,” you murmur. He feels you shiver and he pulls you even closer to him. “But I was right—they want me to be who I was before I left. They’re even convinced that they can get me to agree to the marriage they’ve got planned.” 

His frown deepens. “Saints, must I sweep you off your feet in front of all of Ravka to get everyone to realize you’re a taken woman? I am a very good shot, but I’ve only got so many bullets—”

“Nikolai,” you interrupt with a laugh, raising your head to look him in the eye. He’s glad to see the lightness has returned. Your near fate isn’t a subject either of you like to talk about. “You don’t need to worry, and you certainly don’t need to worry about that.” You cup his cheek with your hand and he leans into your touch. “If one thing has stayed the same through all of this, it’s that you’re the only one out there for me. After all the pomp and circumstance you have to perform with Alina is over, you can tell them yourself.” 

“Good,” Nikolai says with a slight smile. “Because I don’t think I can stand to hear Aslanov talk about the grapes his family’s been growing for another second.” 

You laugh again, and you lean in to press a kiss to his lips. Nikolai beats you to it as he covers your hand with his own, using his other to draw you even closer. Practically every part of you is touching as he kisses you like a starving man, with your lips against his and your perfume invading his senses and your soft moan that’s muffled against his mouth. After a night spent away from your side and having to watch other men compete fruitlessly for your affections, he might as well be. 

When you finally pull away, lipstick a mess and pupils dilated and expression nothing less than adoration, it takes everything Nikolai has in him not to take your face in his hands and do it all over again. He wants to mess up your hair, your makeup, kiss your lips until they’re swollen and ravish, worship your body until you can think of nothing but him, say nothing but his name. 

“Nikolai,” you gasp, interrupting his sinful thoughts, “do you want to get out of here for a bit?” 

Whatever restraint he previously had dissolves with your words as he kisses you again, harder this time. You’re water when he’s dying, a lifeboat when he’s drowning, the very air he needs to breathe. Everything has come to a head after such a boring, strength-testing night, and all Nikolai wants is you. 

He brings you even closer with the arm he has around your waist, already starting to pull you along as he heads towards the doorways. He’s sure to stick to the walls, not wanting to draw more attention than necessary when even the flushed warmth of your heated skin through his jacket is enough to drive him crazy. 

Nikolai doesn’t know how he ever spent seven years away from you. He could barely handle half a ball. 

“More than anything,” he breathes. 

[violetvines]

Hi can you please make HCs about Nash

yeehaw darlin'

nash hawthorne, the best big brother in the world 🧸

- he snores – he snores very very loudly

- every year on his birthday, he has a solo taylor swift jamming session but one day xander caught him in the act (he was a little bit embarrassed but xander ended up joining in to make him feel better about it)

- after he left hawthorne house, he actually checked in with grayson via voice call every other week to ensure everything was okay (he only really cared about gray, jamie and xan)

- there was once when he stole gray and jamie away on the 22nd of august (jameson's birthday, aka the day tobias hawthorne always wants gray and jamie to compete over something) because "no one should have to compete with their brother on their birthday" and he brought them to an actual outing at a funfair – jameson and grayson will never admit it but that was their favourite shared birthday outing ever (and sadly... one of the only times they had such a thing)

- he wrote a song with his guitar before (inspired by taylor), but he has never let anyone hear it – anyone but libby, who he sang it to in the hospital while she was going through contractions (cheered her up a whole lot)

- one time, he roasted skye really badly (third degree burn kind of badly) just for fun – she was a terrible mother anyways, no take offense

- because he knows libby struggles with self-confidence sometimes, he leaves little notes around their house to remind her how she will always be enough

- he loves how to train your dragon, the first movie came out when he was 11 and that really spurred his interest in horse-riding (if he couldn't ride dragons, the next best thing was horses yeehaw)

- he doesn't get scared easily – once, they went to a haunted house but he didn't even scream... he just said "nice try, darlin'" to one of the ghosts

- his favourite subject is recess – he did relatively well in school, never fell behind, but it wasn't his favourite part of life

- he likes looking at the sky, stargazing and just anything to do with staring at the wide and unlimited canvas of it – when he still lived at hawthorne house, he used to drag out a few blankets to the garden and just lie down thinking about things

- he was a natural at learning to ride his bike and got his license the first try

- he never liked emily – he saw through her, saw how she manipulated everyone around her including his brothers – he always had an intense dislike towards her and sometimes when he looked at her, he wouldn't even try to hide it

𓍢ִ໋ but he couldn't bear to make gray and jamie unhappy, so he kept his suspicions to himself – he did try to tell them he had a bad feeling about it once, but they didn't talk to him the next few days and he figured that addressing the issue outwardly would just make things worse, so he would just quietly keep an eye on things (ofc he didn't know everything that emily had in store for them with the stupid competition of "whoever wins will get to date me" or wtv)

- that's why in some way, he also blames himself a little for the aftermath of emily's death and how they fell apart because he left before it happened and didn't manage to do anything to reduce the damage

- his favourite season is autumn just because he likes the vibes of it

- tiramisu is the hawthorne dog, but he's mainly the one who takes care of her, gives her showers and everything – ofc the staff is there to help but he cleans her up as much as he can, often refusing to let them do it

- he's that kind of guy who will call other guys out if he sees them treating a girl in the wrong way (which is also the main reason why any bar fights involving him break out but he always wins anyway)

- he played basketball when he was a teen and has some really good skillz

[missseong]

a quick drabble of how you meet gi-hun and how he falls for you hehe

Gihun was a reserved man after the games; he wasn’t actively seeking new people to get involved in his chaotic life. He kept his head down in public, maintained a good distance from people on the sidewalk, and avoided those he knew before the games. It was just him. He’d sit against the corner of the bed with his knees pressed against his chest and think, why bring someone into my life to risk theirs ?

The older man would mull over his memories, late at night with anxiety and anger drowning him. He’d think of all the possible ways he could’ve died in the games, like dalgona or the glass bridge, or if he killed someone— that thought kept him up all night. A lingering fear that he had killed someone on accident and just never realized it.

Gihun was still kind and helpful, but his altruistic actions felt distant to him now. His spark was dim but still lit, even if he felt like he was being manipulative. But here he was, smoking in the rain, watching a young woman struggling to open the door of her small business while balancing a comically large box and umbrella.

He jogged to you without a second thought. “Here— I’ll help you,” he said.

“Oh,” you said with a smile. He took the box from your grasp with ease. Quickly, you hold the umbrella over him while fumbling with your keys again. You open the door, stepping aside for him to enter before you. “Thank you, I should’ve just placed it on the ground, but I didn’t want anything to get wet.”

“It’s no problem,” he said.

Your warm smile made him still at the entrance of your business, a little café. It was four buildings down from his motel. He had seen people go in and out all day for the past few weeks since it opened, but he wasn’t into treating himself so he never checked it out. He set the box down near the front counter.

He watched as you bent down to open the box, briefly checking the contents over. His curiosity got the best of him and he peered inside. There were bagged sandwiches, juice containers, sanitary supplies, and other items he couldn’t distinguish. “What’s all that?”

Gihun stunned himself for asking someone a question but pushed the feeling aside when you turned to him with a small smile. “I gift it to the people who need it for free,” you said. As simple as your response was, he was hooked after that.

The two of you would casually bump into each other often after meeting. You would smile and wave, bring him small goodies from your bakery (which began as a ‘thank you for helping with the box’ but quickly became a routine), and chat with him. As much as you liked to get to know him, he developed strong feelings for you.

You could talk to him about your favorite dish on the other side of South Korea from a little market off the coast, and he would probably bring it to you that night. Actually, he was doing that. “Hey,” he said as he lifted the bag slightly, “I wanted to bring this over earlier, but you looked busy and didn’t want to bother you.”

“Is this…?” Your eyes widen with excitement and reach for the bag. “Gihun– you shouldn’t have! You wouldn’t have bothered me, I was busy, but I love talking to you. Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Gihun couldn’t get enough of your smile. He started doing little (and large) gestures more frequently to hear your laughter and see the way your eyes would light up around him. Being around you reminded him of the simply good people in the world who look out for others, it reminded him of feeling happy.

The two of you would quickly catch feelings for each other. He felt guilty at times for liking you. It felt selfish to find you interesting and want to spend time with you because if he cared about you, shouldn’t he want you to be far from his mess for fear of getting you into trouble? But you reeled him back in every time he tried to distance himself with a little pastry in hand as you knocked at his motel entrance and a smile to his camera.

[moonchild9350]

Lavender Fields-Chapter Ten: Home

summary: you and hyunjin have escaped the lab and all that's left is to live your lives together at peace.

pairing: Hyunjin x humanoid!gn!reader

genre: sci fi au, romance au, fluff, smut-18+ MDNI

word count: 4.0k

warnings: lots of tears (but in a good way lol), unprotected sex (don't), creampies, multiple rounds, clit play

notes: this is it, the last chapter! thank you to all who have joined me on this journey for the last 10 weeks. i appreciate every reblog, comment and like from you guys♡. if you'd like to be apart of my general taglist now that the series is done, let me know! (age must be in bio to be added)

if you enjoyed, please like, comment, and reblog ♡

series summary: you, a humanoid from a different planet, was born within a lab here on earth in the near future, your days filled with servitude and testing within the labs to learn more about your kind as your kind are not able to feel emotion. you had nothing to look forward to until you met Hyunjin, a technician assigned to you. you learn much at his hands and invaluable lessons, enlightening your once purposeless life.

please do not copy, translate, use, or modify, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©️moonchild9350 (2025)

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Hyunjin drove through the night, his mind set on the destination of the safe house. The roads were quiet and empty, everyone in their homes sleeping. He could feel the adrenaline slowly dissipate and the reality of what just occurred ran through his mind.

You both were shot at and somehow missed a rain of bullets. What are the odds that would occur? Someone in the cosmos was looking out for you two that’s for sure. Or maybe you both were meant to be together, tied by fate that even the prospect of death couldn’t tear apart.

Hyunjin peaked over at you, curled up in the passenger seat, your eyes closed as you slumber. You feel asleep about an hour into the drive, but even then you fought the heavy pull on your eyes, wanting to watch the scenery as it passed by. He was able to convince you to sleep, that you’d be able to explore from now on. That seemed to placate you as you gave him a gentle smile and curled in within yourself as you closed your eyes.

You looked beautiful in the moonlight, the rays radiating down onto your sleeping face, highlighting the occasional flutter of your eyelashes as you dreamed. The steady rise and fall of your chest soothed him, so much so he had to remind himself he was driving and to focus on the road so as to not cause an accident.

Hyunjin looked at the clock, noticing he had another hour behind the wheel. He thought of his career and how it was basically nonexistent, as the lab would never take him back after this stunt…not that he wanted to work there anymore.

At one time or another, they had their priorities straight, wanting to expand relations with neighboring planets, but that has gone out the window and been replaced with policies and procedures that were dehumanizing and immoral.

He’d have to find something else to fill his time so he could care for you as he didn’t want you to lift a finger, unless you decided you wanted to of course. He’s happy his parents aren’t around to witness his bold escapade as his father would be thoroughly disappointed and his mother too who went along with whatever his father said and did.

Hyunjin does not regret his actions however, as it’s led to good and he’s met the love of his life. He wouldn’t trade the last year for anything in the world.

You began to stir, tossing and turning your head as you frowned, your lower lip trembling. Hyunjin gently placed a hand on your thigh, rubbing soft circles to soothe you. You slowly opened your eyes and looked around confused as you took in your surroundings.

As you came to your senses, you looked down at Hyunjin’s hand and then at his face. You let out a breath and smiled. You remembered what happened now. You are free and now with Hyunjin on your way to his safe house.

“Hey,” Hyunjin said softly.

“Hi,” you responded equally as gently as you twittled your thumbs. “How much longer do we have?”

Hyunjin pondered your question as he looked at the clock, “less than an hour, we’ll be there in no time.”

You nodded and turned to look out the window, noticing the thick trees that lined the edge of the road. It seemed dark and ominous, and you tried not to think of the creatures that resided there. You wondered what the safe house looked like. Was it big, small, cozy?

You didn’t have to wonder for long as Hyunjin turned into a drive, the trees making way for a tiny cottage nestled to the forest, the trees looming high above the house. There was a little porch with a set of table and chairs but other than that it was empty.

Hyunjin parked and turned off the car and sat for a moment before turning to you.

“Here we are,” he said as he gave you a smile.

He got out of the car and made his way to your side, opening your door and helping you out. You thanked him and followed behind as he walked to the front door. He produced a small key from his pocket and placed it in the lock, turning his wrist until there was a click signaling the door was unlocked.

You both stepped into the home, darkness expanding in front of you, with a slither of moonlight filtering through a gap in the curtains. Hyunjin closed the door and locked it before flipping on the light. You blinked as your eyes adjusted, the light bright and blinding after being in the dark for so long.

Hyunjin walked further into the space, setting both of your bags down and disturbing a small of dust, the particles floating in the air before making their way back down to the ground.

“Sorry, I um…I haven’t been here in a minute,” Hyunjin sheepishly said.

You could tell he was nervous, his eyes searching your expression to see how you were taking your surroundings. The cottage truly was straight out of a fairy tale, the living room small and cozy, the couch packed with many pillows and throws. The kitchen wasn’t far behind, the appliances seeming forgotten and lonely after not being used for so long.

A charming fireplace was build into the wall and you imagined the warm, cozy fires that would burn, spreading warmth throughout the small space. There was a makeshift bedroom as well in the open concept of a house, the bed not too big, but a perfect size for you and Hyunjin to snuggle together.

“I love it,” you said with an encouraging smile.

Hyunjin chuckled as he walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “I’m so glad,” he whispered as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips.

Soft and sweet and gentle as ever, his lips moved against yours as he pulled you closer. You felt all of your fears and reservations fade away, the thought of evil experiments and people left behind to make way for loving moments with Hyunjin. You couldn’t believe you were here and safe, far from harms way and it is all thanks to your lover.

You let out a whimper and wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as need took over, your body aching for his soft caresses, gruff moans, and warm hands on your body. As if he could read your mind, or maybe he just needed you too, he pulled you closer and walked you back, slowly, step by step until your legs came in contact with the bed.

Hyunjin gently pushed you down, his lips glued to yours as he fumbled with your pants, shucking them down in a hurry. You could hear the sound of the zipper on his pants as he pulled it down and let out a grunt as he gripped his cock, ever hard and leaking just for you.

Hyunjin needed you, his body reacting instantly to your touch, the sounds you make, the way your body feels soft and warm beneath his finger tips. He’s hard, painfully so that when he feels the warmth from his hand he hisses at the sensitivity.

He needs you like he needs air to breathe, to feel your wet pussy engulfs him nice and snug, fitting perfectly in your little body as if you were made just for him. Because of this need, he pushes your panties to the side, feeling how wet they are from your arousal. It seems you need him just as bad.

You let out a loud moan as Hyunjin pushes in, invading your walls slowly until he reaches the hilt. He gives you no reprieve but instead begins to thrust within you, setting a fast pace, but angling his hips so he can reach deep and massage your walls just how you like it.

Your a mess, whimpering against his lips and tears falling down your face as he takes you, the pleasure so overwhelming that you don’t know what to think, what to do, so you just lay there, holding tight to the man you love while he makes love to you. You feel something wet fall onto your cheeks and realize Hyunjin is crying too, lost in the feeling of you warm walls that wrap around and hug his cock so deliciously, lost in you.

And as both of your highs build, you clutch tighter to each other, Hyunjin finding your hands and lacing his fingers with yours, your legs wrapping around his hips to pull him ever closer to you, allowing his cock to hit even deeper. The coil builds, your breath heightens, and as he squeezes your hands, you let go, your release gushing out of you as he continues to thrust into you until he finds his release too.

Hyunjin lets out a moan, one that vibrates deep within his chest, his eyes closed tight, his lips pressed tightly to yours as his cum paints your walls, filling you up with his love. He gives you everything he has until there’s nothing left and then slowly withdraws, his eyes glued to your face as you sigh at the feel of him.

He slowly drags his eyes to your pussy, glistening with your slick, your clit puffy and red, accented with his cum seeping slowly out of your entrance. He grins satisfied before getting up to grab something to wipe you down with.

“All clean,” he cooed as he finished up and lifted you gently in his arms, cradling you to his chest as he pulled back the blankets and set you down between them.

You snuggled in and waited for him to get in with you, immediately scooting to him once he was settled. You let out a content sigh as you clutched onto Hyunjin, allowing yourself to be soothed as he drifted his fingertips up and down your spine until you succumbed to sleep, exhausted from the days events. — — The next day, you awoke refreshed, having not had a good sleep like this in a while. Your nose twitched at the smell of something baking, your lips twitching as your belly growled in hunger. Opening your eyes, you were met with the sight of Hyunjin pulling out a tray of cinnamon rolls out of the oven.

You sat up, stretched and got out of bed, padding over to where Hyunjin stood, icing the treats.

“Morning love,” he said as he finished up and grabbed a plate to plate one for you.

You took the yummy treat and sat down at the table, Hyunjin joining you soon after. Taking a bite, you closed your eyes and moaned, savoring the fluffy texture of the pastry and flavor of cinnamon as it melted on your tongue.

“I take it you like them?” Hyunjin chuckled as he watched you devour the treat.

You enthusiastically nodded your head and took another bite, quickly finishing off the treat in no time. Hyunjin cleared off the table and reached a hand out to you.

“I was thinking we could stay here for a few days, let things calm down. I have the most perfect spot for us to live in,” Hyunjin said as he guided you towards the back door, “but first how about a walk?”

A walk sounded perfect, but you weren’t exactly dressed for the occasion. Your eyes traveled down your attire, taking in Hyunjin’s shirt that he slipped over your head at some point during the night and your bare legs, as you wore nothing underneath except your panties.

Hyunjin noticed your hesitation and blushed, his cheeks turning a deep red that made him look even cuter.

“Ahem, yes, you may need some pants.”

He walked over to your bags and rummaged around until he pulled out some pants, handing them to you. “Sorry, this was the smallest I had.”

You nodded and took the pants, slipping them onto your legs one by one. They weren’t too large, the waist being a little baggy yes, but otherwise fitting you okay. Hyunjin smiled and offered his hand once more, grasping your tiny hand in his and guided you to the backdoor.

Upon opening the door, a rush of fresh air hit your face, the scent of pine needles, hitting your nose. You closed your eyes briefly and inhaled the scent, reveling in how fresh the air seemed. You both walked outside, the warm sun beating down on your skin, causing you to smile.

You were reminded of the first time you experienced the sun, sitting down with Hyunjin back at the lab. However, nothing could compare to how it felt in real life, the beams heating up your skin, the rays shining down on the grass, the flowers. The birds were flying to and from, the trees fluttering as they took flight.

Hyunjin was slow in his pace, allowing you to take in your surroundings. He took you along the outskirts of the trees, your feet landing lightly over the plush grass, the feeling of the earth allowing you to feel even more connected to the occasion.

You felt at peace as Hyunjin softly hummed, his hand in yours the whole time. You really couldn’t believe you were here, free, away from all you have known and with the man who saved you from it all. You tried to banish all thoughts of your past, wanting to look ahead to your future with Hyunjin as it was just the two of you against the world. — — You stayed at the cottage for two days, trusting Hyunjin to get what he calls your forever home ready. He wouldn’t tell you anything about it, wanting it to be a surprise. All he would say is that he knew you would love it, the location perfect.

When he wasn’t out, he would spend time with you, taking you on walks, and allowing you to help him cook meals as you wanted to learn these little skills that seemed basic for living. You helped him tidy up the cottage as well, watching and then trying out what he taught you. You caught on quick as you were eager to learn, wanting to help out after all he has done for you.

At night Hyunjin would make a drink called hot chocolate and make a fire, the warmth filling in the whole house as the nights would get chilly. You loved the chocolatey drink, the rich but sweet flavor going down easy as you took sip after sip. Hyunjin would tell you stories of his childhood and how he began to work in the lab as you wanted to know more about him.

Your heart ached as you heard how strict his family was, his father never present due to his work and how his mother would ignore him, just going along with whatever her husband said. Despite his upbringing, it was curious how he wanted to work in the same place that took away the attention of his parents.

However, he went on to explain he thought he could make a difference for those who lived in the lab, learn more about your people and thoroughly help your peers assimilate into life here on earth. You watch as he weeps at what he thinks is failure, not feeling like he made a difference at all.

You become angry at his statement, reaching out to wipe his tears away before holding his head in your hands so he could look into your eyes.

“Don’t say that,” you chastised, holding his gaze as more tears developed in his eyes. “You did make a difference, you helped me learn so much, allowed me to feel like I actually mattered in what was a miserable life. You saved me. You gave me a chance. So don’t for a second think your time spent there was a waste.”

Hyunjin sat silently as he regarded your words, more tears escaping and sliding down his cheeks. He loves you so much. He loves your kind heart, your eagerness and willing to learn. He loves how you pick him up when he’s not at his best, even though it should be the opposite. Hyunjin feels his heart rate increase, as his face transitions to a look of love.

You are the reason he woke up each morning and went to work in that miserable place. The reason why he took such risks to get to this point. He doesn’t regret it all, knowing he would do it again and again.

“I love you,” he whispered as you continued to gently hold his face, your thumb brushing gently against his cheek.

“And I love you,” you responded, smiling gently as you leaned forward to kiss him, your lips melting into his.

Hyunjin groaned before pushing you down, making quick work of both of your clothes. He was inside you within seconds, rocking his hips into yours as you both let out breathy moans. There was nothing slow about his movements as he fucked you deep but fast, wanting to get you both to your highs as fast as possible.

He needed you, always needing you, his eyes roaming your face, your breasts, his eyes closing as you clenched around him. He leaned back, his focus glued to his cock sliding in and out of your pussy, your slick coating his length aiding in the glide. He slipped his finger to your clit, rubbing sloppy circles on the bud, his cock twitching as he listened to your whines as he pleasured you.

He increased the speed of his thrusts while pressing harder against your bundle of nerves, watching the expressions you made as your orgasm built, harder, faster until the band snapped and you arched your back, releasing all over him, moving your hips in tune with his strokes to ride out your high.

“Ahh…that’s it love, let go all over me,” Hyunjin breathed as he gave you a few more thrusts before sliding into the hilt and stilling, connecting his lips to yours as he released within you.

“Hyunjin!” You whimpered as you wiggled beneath him, the feel of his cum inside you so nice.

“Yes love?” Hyunjin cooed as he lazily rocked his hips into yours, riding out the last of his high.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” you chanted as he pressed kiss after kiss to your lips, your cheeks, your forehead, the tears slowly falling down your face.

“I love you so much,” he responded equally as affected, as he gently rested his body on top of yours.

— — The day finally came when Hyunjin said it’s time to go, to go to the forever home that he picked out for you two. He packed up the little belongings you both had and loaded them into the car. You followed behind him, grinning at the enthusiasm that was leaking out of him.

“Come on love!” He shouted as he opened the passenger door, beckoning you forward.

You slid in and he shut the door and round the car. Once you both were settled, he drove away, the cottage getting smaller in the back window. You’d miss the little hideaway, how secluded it was and relaxing. You’re sure Hyunjin would take you back here one day if you asked.

Your eyes were glued out of the window as the scenery slowly changed from thick, dense forest to more sparse trees littering the side of the road. The forest turned into the country side, white picket fences littering both sides of the road with various farm animals behind them.

You were curious as to where you were going, where he decided for you two to settle, but your answer was soon answered as a little house came into view. It was painted in white, with little brown doors and windows and a large wrap around porch perfect for spending many a mornings.

Hyunjin pulled off into the drive, the car making its way over the gravel road. As he pulled up to the front of the house, he stopped the car and got out, quickly walking to your side and opening the door.

“Welcome home,” Hyunjin murmured as he helped you to the house.

You loved it. Loved how open it was, nature all around, the fresh air that you breathed into your lungs with each breath.

As you walked into the house, you were taken away by its beauty and simplicity, soft hues of beige and baby blue outfitting the rooms. The windows were open, the curtains blowing in the wind as fresh air filtered the space.

“It’s perfect!” You gushed as you walked around the home, peering into the simple bedroom, the kitchen, and even the little office space Hyunjin had put in.

You gasped as you took in the built in bookshelves, with hundreds of books placed neatly on the shelves, waiting to be picked up and opened to take you to another world. You were smiling from ear to ear as you rushed over to run your fingertips over the spines, taking in various titles that were sure to be interesting.

“Just a little something for you love. But there’s one more surprise.”

You turned to look at Hyunjin in curiosity. “A surprise?”

“Mmhmm,” he said as he reached out for your hand. “Close your eyes.”

Your eyes fluttered shut and you found yourself being guided carefully throughout the house until you must have reached the door. You could hear the door click and a brush of air hit your face. Hyunjin continued to guide you outdoors, making sure to let you know when to carefully step down, or what was ahead in general.

Finally, you stopped moving, and Hyunjin positioned you slightly.

“Okay love, open your eyes.”

Your eyes snapped open and you squinted briefly as they adjusted to the bright light, but as you took in what was in front of you, you let out a gasp, your hands flying to cover your mouth in shock.

Rows and rows of beautiful purple flowers swayed in the wind, the soft scent it let off was comforting. You felt your eyes tear up at the gesture, realizing why Hyunjin thought this house was perfect for you. You stared out at the lavender, mesmerized as they gently moved to and fro under the warm sunlight.

“I told you I’d take you one day to see them, and what better way then to have a lavender field in your backyard,” Hyunjin said as he squeezed your hand in his.

You were speechless, not sure what to say or do as you gazed at the flowers that you spent so many hours painting and dreaming of. The flowers that offered you a moment of peace and serenity in your unfair life that you lived since you could remember. The moment was even better though because Hyunjin is by your side, experiencing this beautiful moment with you.

“Hyun, I love it!” You cried as you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him close to your body. “Thank you so much for this,” you whispered as you buried your face in his chest.

You couldn’t believe the turn of events, how you went from being a lab experiment, just another number in the system, taken from your home planet to loved and cared for by the love of your life. You were free and that was a word you could never think or say enough.

You let go of Hyunjin, grasped his hand in yours once more, and turned to face the field of lavender. Yes, this was perfect, your life was good.

You were free.

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[anna-proxx]

Thank you!!

I love your take and it makes sense.

It's interesting to consider that the key distinction is his outlook on the world and it reminded me of real life instances when people get hurt and they either turn against the world with resentment and make others bleed as well, or do the opposite and try to make the world a better place with kindness so that others don't have to hurt the same way.

It supports your point about LH Arthur's cynicism and belief that the world is too doomed to begin with.

And I think we all have that choice at many points in our lives whenever something makes us question it, if we keep the hope or not.

Originally, Arthur's son was meant to die in Colter and they ended up changing it so that it happened years ago. I don't know what was the reason for it, but with the way it is now, it shows how cruel the world can be and it gave Arthur time to internalize his feelings about the incident. Of course Arthur always knew how cruel the world can be, but this struck him on a personal level and it's important to his story.

Now it makes me think of the debt mission in chapter 6 where we have the choice to give the widow money. When Arthur sees her son, there's a pained expression on his face and it seems to be a parallel to Isaac and Eliza. This again sends the message that we can either cause hurt the same way somebody hurt us, or act against it happening to someone else as well.

It's harder to be kind when you're angry and Arthur is often described as an angry man, regardless of honor. Anger is a secondary emotion and it makes sense that he suppressed all his emotions until they grew into something sharper. Living with it every day tires you out.

I like your point about how LH Arthur remains loyal to the gang and acts in its best interest. Clearly he still cares about other people, just not as openly.

I definitely don't know about all the LH cut scenes and I might make myself do a LH run just to see them, but I remember watching a youtube video on how his journal entries differ after gang members' deaths and after a certain character dies (I don't wanna spoil just in case, but it's the first death in Clemens Point), HH Arthur's journal entry is more personal and shows he clearly cared for the person and he also admits those feelings. LH Arthur is more practical about it.

I guess LH is more guarded in this way as well, perhaps he gave up on caring for people in a personal way because it usually ends in pain, especially in this line of work. And I'd guess that leaves him feeling more lonely.

HH Arthur certainly keeps his distance as well, but at least he allows his heart to to still love and care and he's comfortable writing about it in his journal.

I believe his journal entries are more altruistic as well, like the last entry about Mary. He just wants her to be happy.

I totally agree that LH Arthur thinks he's stuck in a role of an outlaw and he had resigned on trying to be and do better.

He feels as though it's impossible for him to do good, to be kind, because that's not how he sees himself, while HH Arthur at least tries to do something good for the sake of those individuals he helps. Though he might not believe he could redeem himself with all the things he had done in his life.

I'd like to think that when we see HH Arthur being self-depricating, it's because he's aware of his inner darker side, thoughts or feelings (or the lack of them) that we don't get to see unless we play low honor which is when they come to surface. Arthur thinks he's a bad man regardless of honor and is quick to deflect any "you're a good man" that comes his way. He knows he could easily give in to his darkness and that might be scary (I know it would scare me).

Reminds me of his journal entry about Charles (after helping the German family), admiring him for doing the right thing like it's natural to him. For Arthur it's a conscious choice hence why he doesn't believe he's good.

After all, that's what Mary meant by "There's a good man within you, but he's wrestling with a giant."

The game encourages the idea that Arthur is actively in an inner battle between those two sides.

So, in a LH playthrough we can see what exactly HH Arthur doesn't like about himself. We just don't outwardly see it as much otherwise. Basically, in HH we see the better version of him, but he's still aware of what he could easily become.

(I'm not saying that HH Arthur is a saint by the way, it's just that one is morally above the other and it depends on which side of himself he suppresses)

When I first started playing the game and found out about the honor system without knowing much about Arthur, I thought it was cool that we get to choose who we wanna be. Of course now I understand that Arthur had always been both and that makes him more complex (I do love complex characters).

Honestly us as a player having the choice to go either route nicely shows what's otherwise hidden and how he alternatively acts if he goes a different path.

This is why it annoys me when someone claims that LH Arthur would do something completely out of Arthur's character.

Now it wouldn't be Arthur's free choice to lead the life he does if it hadn't been for his loyalty. But the damage has been done, even when he realises who Dutch really is.

LH Arthur just accepts that. He's used to being part of the reason the world is so tainted.

HH Arthur, for the first time, free of Dutch's influence, takes the leap of faith and does things for himself for the first time. Which is what multiple characters in the game encourage him to do in chapter 6.

During the last mission of chapter 6 (high honor, helping John over the money), Arthur repeats he had won in the end to Micah. What really matters to him is that he gave John the chance to be happy with his family. That his life, and death, wasn't meaningless. That's why I the epilogue is important for Arthur's story as well. He made it happen.

Arthur shows us that we always have a choice, no matter who we believe we are or how much darkness there is within us. No good deed is pointless, even if we feel like bad people inside. It doesn't matter what we're capable of but what we decide to do with it.

Good people do good things and bad people do bad things but either can do the opposite as well.

Kind people are capable of violence. And vice versa.

I'd love to see some low honor Arthur analyses.

I usually think of high honor Arthur and I also don't have the heart to play the low honor route all the way through, so I'm not as familiar with it.

I've seen certain people say things like LH Arthur would shoot you on sight, which of course is bullshit, because not everything that makes you lose honor is "canon".

Arthur is still the same person either way, in the essence. And, characteristics of each are still present in one or the other.

But I'd like to see someone's opinion on what makes him different from high honor and what those two share and why.

[skinreflectsthesun]

Tag up to five moots you think deserve a follow. (Bonus points if you include a reason why you think they deserve it)

@grumpy-gh0st - my beloved is so funny and witty and is always always so sweet to me

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[wildsaltair]

I’d like to thank Maximus Decimus Meridius for inventing loyalty and emotional intelligence and devotion and goodheartedness. and also sex

[callisteios]

i have come to the conclusion that love is the ultimate purpose on this earth. my greatest mistakes have come from not loving something when it became hard to do so. my soul is enriched by every being i love. in my most difficult moments i am pulled towards something resembling hope always by the love of others, be that a friend, a stranger, or a poet

[scaryfangirl2001]

Annabon, the clever detective, stands in the center of the circle. The game is afoot, and the seven-year-old's eyes narrow with determination. The other kids, her classmates, form a ring around her, their faces a mix of excitement and nervousness. Annabon knows that one among them is the 'serial killer', ready to strike at any moment. She spins slowly, her long brown hair swirling around her, and surveys the group with an intensity beyond her years.

"I'm watching you all," she declares, her voice high-pitched but commanding. "The killer will not escape my notice. I, Detective Annabon, will catch you before you can harm another soul!" Her small hands ball into fists, and she points at each child in turn, her gaze lingering on each face.

There is Antonio, her best friend, standing tall and brave like his policeman dad. Annabon knows he'd be ready to help her, but could he be the killer? No, she trusts him. Then there is Alice, her eyes sparkling with innocence as she twirls an imaginary butterfly net. Annabon giggles to herself, thinking of Alice's love for butterflies, but quickly refocuses. Even the most innocent could be deceiving.

The rowdy twins, Althea and Attica, stand side by side, their mischievous grins mirroring each other. Annabon scowls at them; they are always up to no good. Could one of them be the killer? She makes a mental note to keep a close eye on their every move. Whitney, the wild child, bounces on her toes, her energy seemingly boundless. Annabon wonders if her restlessness might lead to something more sinister.

Miles, with his earbuds in, seems lost in his own world of music. Annabon wonders if he'd even notice the game, let alone be the killer. But she knows better than to underestimate anyone. Simon, the lawyer's son, stands with his hands folded, a calculating look in his eyes. Annabon feels a shiver run down her spine; she has a hunch Simon might be one to watch.

Ray, the little hypochondriac, fidgets, her eyes darting around as if expecting the killer to strike at any moment. Annabon feels a twinge of sympathy for her but reminds herself that even the most nervous among them could be the culprit. Donna, the tough tomboy, stands with her arms crossed, a defiant look on her face. Annabon knows better than to get too close; she's seen Donna punch kids for less.

Jimmy, the football enthusiast, is bouncing a ball on his foot, seemingly oblivious to the tension. And finally, there is Trees, the new girl, her intelligent eyes taking in the scene with quiet curiosity. Annabon feels a connection with Trees, another outsider, but she knows looks can be deceiving.

As the game begins, Annabon's heart races. She spins again, her hair flying, and suddenly, a scream pierces the air! It is Alice! She lies on the ground, her butterfly net forgotten. Annabon's eyes dart around, her mind racing. Who could have done this?

"I accuse... Althea!" Annabon points at the twin, her heart pounding. The circle holds its breath. Althea smirks, revealing a gap-toothed grin.

"Wrong, Detective," she taunts. Annabon's heart sinks. She had failed, and now another life is at stake. The game continues, and Annabon's mind whirls with possibilities. She has two more chances to catch the killer, and she is determined to succeed. The lives of her classmates, her friends, depend on it.

As the game reaches its climax, Annabon's intuition guides her. She spins one last time, her eyes landing on a figure she had almost overlooked. "I accuse... Miles!" she shouts, her voice steady. The circle holds its breath again.

Miles, startled, removes one of his earbuds. "What? Me?" he asks, his voice cracking. Annabon's heart races as she waits for the response. Is her hunch correct?

The game master nods, and Annabon lets out a sigh of relief. She has caught the killer! Miles, the quiet one, has been silencing his victims with his music, hiding his dark deeds behind an innocent facade. Annabon beams, proud of her deduction skills. She has saved the day, and her classmates cheer for their brave detective.

"Case closed," Annabon declares, her small chest puffed out with pride. "The killer is behind bars, and justice has been served!"

#31 What would your character do if there was a serial killer on the loose?

I know you all have amazing creative juices in you and some amazing characters. This prompt is just for you to have fun and to help you explore your Character in a different setting. I would LOVE to hear what your Characters would do.

[saturnniidae]

I miss being younger and believing the queer community was actually a safe space

[mer-se]

lil hiatus away

[the-casbah-way]

even though i really love what hrt is doing to me it has made me so self conscious because i know my body is changing more visibly now and i don't like the idea that people who know me very well will be able to see that. i just hate the idea of people looking at me. and i worry that the people i care about will like me less the more they look at me because i'm ugly

[ourceliumnetwork]

apparently we're not out of the woods on holiday trauma responses just yet - i'm hoping we're on the tail end of it but like. good lord.